Writer, Reader, and Gamer that speaks the language of Sarcasm. Mostly just a girl that enjoys writing fanfiction. A 90's girl that doesn't act her age.
The angst...she flows through me...like I see where this story can go and the future smut and angst... 🔥
Anyway, as usual, I took a couple of liberties and will definitely explain more as we go...if y'all want more...Idk...I'm slightly manic today lol
Warnings: Vampire Eddie/ Werewolf Steve & Fem Human Y/N, SMUT, p in v, oral (m receiving), light dirty talk, steddie kissing <3
ANGST, this take place about 100 years after 1986 and Hawkins is described as being apocalyptic. Vecna is gone but demo-creatures roam. Reader ends up in the upside on accident, falls through a gate (blood is mentioned), Boys speech patterns are broken (they've been alone for awhile 😢)
Word Count: 6661😈
"To the shadows of the night
No sign of the morning coming
You've been left on your own
Like a rainbow in the dark."
2080
“Y/N, slow the fuck down.”, your boyfriend shouts, still trailing behind you as you skip excitedly down the path to the weird looking rectangle containers down the road. “Your dad will kill me if anything fucking happens to you.”
“Oh, calm down, Rue. Nothing’s going to happen to me. I just want to get a closer look at these things. My grandma said they were called…trailers? People used to live in them back in the day.”
Ruben rolled his eyes at your curiosity.
You had always been interested in history especially in the time before the earthquake and the end of the world. At least that’s how your family and the mayor preached it. To you this type of life was all you had ever known so for you it was all a beginning.
Where your father’s side could be cynical, your mom’s side was just as amused as you, engaging your insight and answering any questions you had.
“When the monsters attacked everything went under; electricity and anything run with it. Cars were turned over and destroyed…when that earthquake hit and the crack in the ground tore through Hawkins… we became stuck in the dark ages.”, she sighs, stirring the soup she was making with the gas-powered stove. “I mean it’s not so bad. When my mom was growing up she didn’t have things like television so for her, it was back to normal.”
“Hm. Did your mom have winged creatures and monsters in 1940 whatever?”, your dad sassed to his mother-in-law. “I’m sure she could go out at night and dance or see a movie.”
Your wide little eyes flicked between them both as your mother pet your head.
“We can still go out at night.”
“Thanks to the wall I helped fucking build but if you go out beyond that? Let’s see if you come back in one piece, Roberta.”
“Honey.”, your mom scolded, forcing him to fall silent.
Your grandmother exhales, filling a bowl with food and gradually sliding it in front of you.
“Not everything is that black and white, Y/N. It’s good you ask questions and explore. Never take things at face value.”, she whispers, kissing your forehead with a small smile.
Running up to one of the homes, your mouth drops open as you take in the huge crack, splitting it down the middle.
“This must have been where one of the earthquakes started.”, you mused, continuing on just as the boy behind you finally catches up. Hurling your blunt weapon over your back, you use all your strength to push up through the open area and climb inside. “Wow. I’m surprised after a hundred years some of this stuff is still intact.”
“Yeah, let alone that the ground ripped through it.”, your boyfriend huffed as he followed.
The bedrooms in the back were still relatively standing and Ruben shuffled past you to see if there were any supplies, grinning when he found a working lighter and a damp hat on a dirty mattress.
“Do you think you could clean it for me?”
“Of course.”, you smile back, detaching to check out the other room.
Paper was still clinging to walls but any image that once reflected was now gone except for a huge banner with faded writing.
“Corroded Coffin? What does that mean?”, you ask, eliciting a small shrug from the boy. Your eyes pan down to find a guitar with a couple of broken strings but still in relatively good shape. “’This machine slays dragons.’ Huh. Maybe they were a group who helped kill the monsters during that first wave? My grandma told me once about the first group who tried to save the town. Maybe…Maybe Dr. Henderson would know. His grandfather Dustin fought in 1986.”
“How do you know all that?”
“Because I listened in school.”, you tease. “Plus, my grandma tells me these things. She was here for the first wave back then.”
“Yeah, well don’t know how much help that senile old man will be. He’s been living with his grandson for a couple of years now since he can’t be on his own anymore.”
Grabbing the additional lighter, you found along with the instrument, you both began to leave but a hole in the ceiling of the other half of the trailer catches your attention.
“Holy shit, Rue, I think…I think that’s a gate.”
“A what?”
“A gate…where the monsters and Vecna came through, remember? There’s supposed to be a few of them around town.”
“No, I don’t and if it is what you say then we should leave it alone. Goddamn it, Y/N!”, Rueben hisses as you continue forward and place yourself underneath it.
“It’s so dark.”
“Yeah, if that’s where the Demogorgon and creatures came from of course it would be. Now get away from it!”
“I’m just going to poke my head in and take a look.”, you reply nonchalantly, climbing up furniture to reach the ceiling.
“Y/N!” Your boyfriend runs to stop you just as your head and shoulders push through but abruptly you feel gravity pull on your stomach and your whole body falls through. “Baby!? Are you alright?”
“Yeah…ow…thankfully there’s a mattress here.”, you wince, brushing the dust off your shorts.
“Ok, just, um, just climb back through a-a-and we can forget this happened.”
Growling catches your attention and your wide eyes focus on the bedroom just as a tall Demogorgon slowly steps out of the doorframe.
“Y/N…what’s going on?”
Your irises meet his just before flicking to the open front door in beside you.
“Ruben…Run.”
“What? What’s happening?!”
“Just RUN!”, you shout, taking your own advice as you sprint outside and run down the empty, dirt road.
You don’t get very far as the faceless creature slides in front of you blocking your path. Taking the guitar, you held it up defensively.
I mean, it slays dragons so it should do something to help with this fucker, right?
The Demogorgon smacked the instrument out of your grasp and hit you so hard you went flying into the trailer across from you. You groaned, your vision blurring as your head pounded in pain.
A loud roar came from above and you tried to focus as another being with gigantic wings placed itself between you and your adversary. They fought violently but was no match when something that appeared to be a wolf joined the fight, helping his friend tear the Demogorgon in half.
Their pants filled the cold night air until your whimper made its way to their ears.
You tried desperately to keep your eyes open but the pain was too much as you passed out on the ground underneath you.
***
When your eyes fluttered open, you were completely thrown off guard when you felt the hard mattress under your palms. Trying to sit up, you grunted as your hand pressed against the little bump on the side of your head under your now messy hair.
Slowly rising to your feet, you took in the environment around you.
You were definitely still in the upside down but somehow ended up in one of the homes away from the trailer park. The patterns on the wall were incredibly bland but oddly had more color than what you saw now adays back in your world. A desk with a little lamp was off to side and your fingers grazed the now barely viewable images of a boy and a girl hugging while facing the camera, the boy beaming wide.
When you dared to look out the window, you saw a large empty pool with lawn chairs covered in vines.
“Geez, it really is like our world.”, you murmur.
Just as you turn to take a look around, the wolf in the corner made you jump as you fell to the floor, pushing your back against the dresser.
No, not a wolf exactly. The thing had wolf features with a snout and pointy ears with a body covered in fur but his frame seemed closer to that of a man even donning a pair of blue jean shorts. Hearing claws scrape against the wood, your gaze shifts to the ceiling coming face to face with red eyes and a large winged being hanging in the shadows just above the other.
A black bandana vaguely covered his long hair and the ripped-up jeans he was wearing just barely concealed his legs.
The house practically shook as he jumped to the floor, baring his sharp fangs your way that had you squeaking as you pulled your knees to your chest.
“P-Please…”, you beg, fear coursing through you like never before.
As if sensing how frightened you were, the winged creature took a step back as the wolf crawled towards you on its hands and legs. You didn’t even breath as its nose sniffed your feet, up your calf, and along your thigh where you noticed a small cut along the skin.
When it licked along your wound, tears left your eyes.
It’s tasting me before it eats me. Please, I don’t want to die.
Eyes closing, you feel him back away but something lightly landing in your grasp has you snapping them open once more. You stared at the gauze in your hand, completely confused until the wolf made a motion toward you, utilizing his nose to tap the item in your hand.
“Is…is this for me?”
Instead of verbally answering, he lays flat on his stomach and rests his chin on the floor in front of you while the other being sits beside him crossing his legs.
“Not everything’s that black and white, Y/N.”, your grandmother’s words rang in your head.
Swallowing your fear, you softly smile their way and extend out your limb as they observe you carefully take care of your cut.
“Thank you. Were, um, were you the ones that saved me from the Demogorgon?” Both creatures continued to stare without saying a word. “Can…Can you understand me? Can you not talk?”
They watch your mouth move but still say nothing.
“Ok, uh, I’m Y/N. Y/N…” Again, they watch you as you phonetically say your name while pointing at your chest. “I’m Y/N. Do you have a name?”
You gasp as the wolf jumps to attention, running out his bedroom door and bolting back with something in his mouth that he drops in your lap. Picking it up, you realize he brought you a frame but the image has long since worn with time. When you flip it over however, you notice names written along the back.
“’Harrington family 1984: Bill, Janet, and Steve Harrington.” At the last name, he howls and you can’t help but smile again. “Steve? Is that your name?”
Your eyes widen as you watch the wolf slowly shift before you to become a boy that appears around your age. His hair was incredibly shaggy but his amber irises appeared incredibly soft especially when they glanced your way. His arm extended out and his long index finger tapped the names on the back of the frame before pointing to himself, mimicking what you did with him.
“Steve…ok. Hi, Steve.” The boy smirks slightly, jumping up excitedly onto his heels and pushing the boy beside him who growls in response. “What’s—what’s your name?” The fanged being huffs as his chocolate eyes glare into a void. “Y/N…Steve…”
When your fingers graze his hand, he growls again and you promptly pull back. It takes him a moment but after a while he pulls off one of the rings on his fingers and practically throws it in your lap.
“Property of…Eddie Munson… Eddie?”
Just as the other man’s had his eyes seemed to light up at the sound of his name, as if no one had said it in a very long time. Steve’s palm roughly pushed his arm again with a grin but instead of growling Eddie rolled his eyes and shifted his form, retracting his wings, claws, and fangs to appear almost normal.
Both boys had so many scars along their torsos but the long-haired boy seemed to have more along his legs and even his cheek. Based on their appearance and how they looked, you couldn’t help but wonder how long they had been here.
“Thank you, Eddie.”, you murmur, handing him back his ring. “I, um, I should go home. My dad will—” While you spoke, you had carefully risen to your feet and they followed suit. “…He will be wondering where I am.”
When you stepped towards the door, Steve blocked your path.
“Please…let me go.” Pointing towards the window, you turn to glance outside just as red lightening began to fill the sky. “I can’t…because of the storm?”
Both men look at you as if you said something in gibberish.
“Um. That…that out there? Bad? Um grrrr.” Eddie hisses towards the sky as if affirming your answer and you nod as you take a seat on the bed. “Ok, um, I guess I’m staying here for a bit.”
***
They gave you space for the next couple of hours allowing you to slowly limp around the house and take in the environment. Finding pieces of Demogorgon’s and Demo dogs on the floor along with what appeared to be a little nesting area, you assumed this place is what they called home.
You found bags of clothes but it appeared it had been a while since anyone utilized them which didn’t surprise you since the pants they did have on were incredibly torn. Another guitar was nestled in a corner but since it didn’t have any writing like the other, you weren’t sure if could be used as a weapon as well.
Sighing, you gathered your backpack and descended the stairs, taking a seat on the couch to eat while you wait.
“Fuck!”, you curse when they both appear next to you. “H-Hi. You have to stop doing that.”, you giggle.
Eddie tilts towards you, sniffing the protein bar in your hand before baring his fangs and scrunching his face in disgust.
“It’s not that bad. Do you want to try?” When he scoots away from you, Steve takes his place and sniffs the treat in your hand. Tearing it in half, you hand him the other end and watch with fascination as he takes the smallest of bites before shoving the entire thing in his mouth with a satisfied chomp. “You like it? My grandma makes these things for us when we go on supply runs. They aren’t the best but they keep you full till you get back home.”
You continue to babble as time passes, their wide, intense eyes watching you speak and absorbing every word. Whether they were genuinely understanding it, you weren’t sure.
“I wish I could ask you questions. I’d like to know more about you. For example, why the fuck are you still here. Half the other creatures crawled through the gates. It’s a lot less cold and scary on the other side. Well for you I mean. For us humans it’s a bit terrifying when a petal faced thing could attack you at night in your home but—”
“Home.”
The sound of another voice gave you pause as your eyeline shifted between both boys.
“Home.”, Steve repeated, tilting his head as his hand reached out and gestured around the general area. “Steve. Home.”
“Wow. So, you can talk… Ok, um, this was your home? From the other world? That’s why you stay here?” He grins your way, bouncing up onto his heels on the couch. “Did you live here to, Eddie?”
The man’s head slants as he glares into the carpet and you can tell he’s trying very hard to find a way to answer your question.
“H-Home…gate…”
You try to piece together the two words before understanding crashes into you.
“Oh, OH! You lived in that trailer?! You’re the dragon slayer?” When he looks at you with confusion, you dig in your bag and produce the now broken pieces of the guitar. “It said that this machine slays dragons but it didn’t work. Maybe because a Demogorgon isn’t a dragon.”, you sigh. “If you don’t live there what were you doing over there when you both saved me?”
“Food.”, Steve answers, bounding to the floor and pretending to fight while tearing at the invisible thing with his teeth. “Demo…Food.”
“You eat them?”
“Demo…food.”, he repeats, pointing to his friend and making a slurping noise. “Blood.”
Your eyes expand as Eddie’s irises watch your carefully.
“You-you drink blood? Like a vampire?” He nods. “Ok, so you eat their bodies and he drinks their blood. Ok…um, should I be worried? Is like…is your pack or other vampires going to come eat me or something?”
When both their heads hang, you slightly regret your words.
“I didn’t mean for it to come out like—”
“Alone.”, the long-haired boy answers. “Eddie…S-Steve…alone.”
Your heart breaks at his admission.
“It’s just been you two alone in this awful place?” Neither of them responds but you can’t help yourself when you lean towards him and wrap your arms around his neck. “I’m so sorry.”
When you pull back, Eddie’s large irises take you in, surprised by the action before watching you sink down on the floor to do the same with the other boy. Steve takes advantage circling both his limbs around you and nuzzling his face into your neck making you laugh.
“You’re very sweet; such a good boy.” The phrase comes out on impulse but he doesn’t seem to notice or take offense, pulling you to his chest and holding you against him with his warm palm.
You’d be lying if you didn’t say it was comfortable.
You don’t move when you hear movement beside you, your breath stilling when you feel a nose sniff your shoulder, down your arm, and to the back of your hand where Eddie places a gentle kiss.
“Safe.”
At his firm declaration, your palm reaches out to caress his cheek. Unlike Steve, his skin was incredibly cold but his eyes and tender smile radiated a warmth that made you believe him.
***
You’re not sure when you fell asleep or for how long but when your eyes fluttered open, you were met with both boy’s heavy breathes as they slept on either side of you. A leather jacket was weighing you down leading you to believe Eddie tried to create a makeshift blanket for you even though Steve’s body was radiating enough heat to have you sweating slightly even in this cold place.
Your eyes took in their sleeping frames. If you hadn’t of seen it for yourself, if you met them like this, you never would have known they were creatures at all.
Scrounging through the library a couple of years ago, you found books under the fantasy genre about vampires and werewolves but you never expected to see them in real life especially since out of all the beings that have come out of the gates, none had been what they seemed to be.
Also, unlike other creatures, they could form words and you now know they seem to understand you.
You desperately wanted to know more but you knew no one back home would tell you and they seemed incapable at the moment to provide you with those answers.
The sound of you digging in your bag stirs them slightly, the vampire’s red irises meeting yours before dimming when he realizes there isn’t any danger.
“Water?” When you tilt the bottle his way, he shakes his head and lightly hisses its way making you laugh. “Ok, a simple no would be alright.”
At the sound of your giggle, Steve groans, stretching awake while sniffing around him.
“Would you like some water?”
Seemingly perplexed by the bottle, you helped him out tilting his head and allowing the liquid to slide down his throat. A small, breathy laugh leaves his lips at the taste and a large smile spread across his face as he playfully nudges your cheek with his hair. Bouncing onto his heels, he runs forward and tackles his friend who rolls his eyes with a grin of his own, pushing at the boy’s shoulders before giving up and joining in.
You watch while they lightly wrestle each other, well, what you imagine is light for them. Eddie pulls Steve into a headlock and they tumble around accidently hitting the table nearby but it doesn’t faze them one bit.
“Oh, no. You are much stronger than me.”, you chuckle when he bounds your way.
Ignoring your response, he tugs you in front of Eddie and places himself beside you on all fours, shifting his gaze your way, silently asking you to copy him, which you do. Steve gently growls but in his human form it sounds so cute you can’t help but laugh harder and their smiles grow.
Smacking his palms on the floor, you take that as an insistence that you copy him.
“Grrrr… oh my god.”
“Louder.”, the wolf instructs repeating his own.
“Grrrrr! Steve.”, you blush. “I’m not a wolf. I feel stupid.”
“No. Girl…Y/N…not…stu-stupid.”
Again, he repeats his growl, charging towards the other man’s chest who gently pushes his shoulders as Steve falls to the side with an encouraging smile.
Your roar and they mimic you, patting their hands on the floor encouraging you to do it again. This time when you do, you crawl forward like he did and Eddie caught you, allowing you to get the upper hand as you push him onto his back and pin his wrist to the floor while straddling his waist.
His soft hues scan your features as you smirk down at him. Your own eyes pull to the scar along his cheek and you release him from your hold to push up on your knees, your gaze trailing down his chest.
“Bat.”, Eddie murmurs, grabbing your wrist to place you hand on the scar on his chest. “Bat bite.”
“You got bit?” He nods. “I’m so sorry. That must of…I can’t even imagine.” Glancing towards Steve, his head hangs until your free palm touches the scar on his stomach. “Did you get bit to?”
His eyes flutter at a memory that you can tell hurts him as his face scrunches in what appears to be pain.
“Your scars look the same. Why aren’t you a vampire to?”
“Hen-Hen…son…say Steve…different.”
“Son? You have a kid here?” The werewolf growls as he shakes his head in frustration. “Hen-son…” You repeat his words over and over until the sound your lips make clicks something within your brain. “Henderson? Like Dr. Henderson?”
A relieved sigh escapes his chest, his eyes becoming glassy as he tries to control his tears that want to break free.
Someone understands them; or is trying to at least.
“Henderson said Steve is different. What does that mean?”, you muse, pushing yourself off the vampire’s lap while you think. “Maybe since your anatomy and everything is different, the bites affected you both differently.”
“Monster.”
“Eddie, no.”, you try to sooth. “You’re not a monster.”
“Save Hawk… no monster…Vecna.”
Your eyes widen at the name, everyone knows it in Hawkins. When the original group fought in 1986, they mentioned Vecna and his powers. A huge battle took place and many innocent lives were lost.
Your mouth fell open as a sudden realization hit you.
“Have…Have you both been here since 1986? Do you even know how long it’s been?”
“Save…Save Hawk…Hawkins…stay…”
“You stay to protect Hawkins from Vecna?”
Eddie nods.
“Vecna is dead. A group of survivors killed him. You…you can leave.”
Steve shakes his head, a little whine leaving his throat.
“Wrong.”
“Trust me. I live in the right side up or whatever the fuck you call it. We have classes about it. Vecna’s been dead for almost 100 years.”
It was their turn for their pupils to become saucers.
“The demo-creatures fell through the gates and we’ve been kinda fighting them ever since. I live in a gated community about twenty minutes from the trailer I fell through. But their creator…Vecna…is gone.”
“No…no…red…RED!”, Steve shouts point towards the sky where the storms had long dissipated.
“I know. We have them to at night. No one normally goes out at night because that’s when the creatures come out. Our society assumed because Vecna was gone they weren’t sure what else to do so they wonder around like animals. You can leave this place…live your life—”
Eddie cuts your sentence short by grabbing the end table nearby and throwing it across the room.
“Y/N…WRONG!”
“I’m sorry.”, you whisper.
Shaking his head, the vampire expands his wings and flies out the front door.
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It had been a couple of hours and Eddie had yet to come back while Steve straggled outside in his wolf form placing himself between the front door and the storm off in the distance seemingly wanting to both get away from you while also still being close to protect you.
Climbing upstairs, you searched through their clothing to find something warm as the cold chill of the world around you had your body trembling.
A blue jean vest caught your eye and you took it in your grasp to allow your fingers to run over the words above.
Dio.
Your grandmother had played you a record from that band when you were a child but you didn’t know it was from the older world. Taking the guitar from the corner, you sat on the floor and slowly began plucking the strings, surprised to find it still in tune.
“When there's lightning, you know it always brings me down
'Cause it's free and I see that it's me
Who's lost and never found
I cry out for magic, I feel it dancing in the light
It was cold, I lost my hold
To the shadows of the night.”
Light tapping has you pausing but when Steve rounds the corner, you softly smile as you continue to softly sing.
“No sign of the morning coming
You've been left on your own
Like a rainbow in the dark
A rainbow in the dark.”
You jump when a whooshing sound fills the room as Eddie flies in through the window, wide eyes finding yours.
“Do your demons, do they ever let you go?
When you've tried, do they hide, deep inside
Is it someone that you know
You're just a picture, you're an image caught in time
We're a lie, you and I
We're words without a rhyme.”
The vampire takes a seat beside his friend and both men in their human forms listen to you while you continue to sing.
Memories vaguely flash before their eyes that have long since passed.
Eddie saving up to get his guitar after so many drug deals and years of waiting, finally being able to sit on his bed with the instrument in his grasp while his fingers effortlessly run across the strings. Steve listening to music with his best friend while slinging ice cream at his first job in the mall.
Eddie with Dustin on top of his trailer playing Master of Puppets to distract the bats and save his friends. Steve being pulled through the gate in the lake and attacked before his friends saved him.
Eddie waking up in the lab restrained to the bed, pulling at the straps with his newfound strength before breaking through the wall and flying to his friend’s house. Steve screaming on the floor of his bedroom while Robin panicked, unsure of what to do as she watched his bones break and transform.
The battle…there was a battle…
What happened? Why couldn’t they remember that?
“There's no sign of the morning coming
You've been left on your own
Like a rainbow in the dark
Just a rainbow in the dark, yeah.”
When your voice trailed off and the song ended, you moved the guitar to the side and shrugged their way.
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
The vampire was the first to crawl towards you, grabbing your ankles, and yanking you flat on your back. Slotting himself between your legs, his hips ground against yours allowing the bulge in his jeans to rub overwhelmingly against your core.
Craning your neck, you allowed your lips to find his and he immediately pulled back, his eyes searching yours as if he had no idea what was happening.
Steve reached between you both, pinching your cheeks between his fingers as his own mouth crashed to yours.
It had been so long since they tasted anything so sweet. You tasted like light; perfection… and they couldn’t get enough.
You watched with wide, lust driven eyes as both men began to fight, the werewolf charging at the vampire to shove him away from you. After removing his shorts, he circled both arms around you, clinging to your body as his lips kissed the skin along your chest.
His fingers took hold of your shirt but before he could pull it off Eddie gripped his shoulder, pushing him against the floor causing Steve to take your now torn shirt with him.
“Boys!”, you screamed but didn’t seem to be getting through as they continued to fight each other.
Unsure of what else to do, you pulled off your shorts and tossed them as hard as you could their way. The werewolf had pinned his friend to the ground but promptly let him go to sniff the air. Searching for the smell, his fingers reached for the garment you had thrown and brought it to his nose, inhaling deeply.
His honey irises dilated as his head snapped back towards the vampire who pushed up onto his elbows. Gradually removing your panties, you held them towards them both but as Steve reached to take it from you, you pulled it away.
“If…if you want these…or me…you have to share. No more fighting.”
The moment they nod, you allow him to take the cotton from your hand and both men sniff the sweet scent.
“Y/N…smell…smell he-heaven.”
“Thank you.”
Lightly pushing his bicep, Steve gets the message and climbs off Eddie, allowing him to take your hand as you guide him to his feet. Chocolate hues constantly scan your face when he feels you unbutton his jeans and allow them to pool at his feet as his dick springs free, hitting his muscular tummy.
After licking your palm, you take his length in your gasp and the vampire can’t help but let out a little whimper as you slowly stroke your spit along his shaft.
“I’m sorry I hurt you.”, you mumble, searching your brain for more words when he looks at you with confusion. “I’m sorry I…made Eddie mad….grrrrrr.”
A soft, throaty chuckle emits from his throat and he tilts his forehead against yours.
“Y/N not make Eddie mad.”, he whispers before his lips lightly connect to your own. “Eddie…and Steve…upside down…long time. Protect…Y/N.”
“You’ve been down here keeping us safe, I know, but you don’t have to do that anymore. You can come through the gate and stay with me. I can protect you now.”
The growl that came up from the vampire’s chest wasn’t angry but filled with need as his arms circled around your waist and carefully but firmly guided you down to the floor.
Steve crawled to your opposite side and licked along your neck as you watched the metalhead spit into his palm before giving himself a few cursory strokes.
“Y/N…Eddie and Steve’s?”
“Huh?”, you inquire but before you can get an answer, Eddie begins gradually pushing his thick cock into your entrance. “Oh fuck.”
“Fuck.”, he mimics your curse, his head hanging as he continues.
“Y/N…be…Eddie and Steve?”
“I don’t…I don’t understand…fuck, you’re so big.”
The werewolf grunts in annoyance as he searches the void for the words he wanted to convey. Your eyes begin to flutter closed but the sound of Steve’s palm smacking his friend’s shoulder followed by the vampire’s loud but short growl his way had them opening once more.
“Eddie…Steve’s.”, he says, pointing to himself before expanding his large hand over his heart. “Steve…Eddie’s.” At the man’s name, he touches his back causing him to rumble in pleasure as he found a steady pace. “Y/N… Eddie and Steve’s?”
When he says your name, he places his hand on your chest and then referenced them both as he gestured between them.
“D-Do I…belong to you?”
“Belong.”, Eddie repeats your word, pushing up fully onto his knees as he clings to your thighs for leverage, punching his cock deep into your cunt at a quicker rhythm.
“Yes…I’m—fuck—I’m yours.”
Steve smiles wide, slapping his hands on the ground and throwing his head back to howl towards the ceiling in excitement. Cupping the vampire’s cheeks in his large palms, he crashes his lips to his own causing Eddie’s movements to abruptly still.
“What? What’s wrong?”, you pant, pushing up onto your elbows.
“Never…mouth…”, he tries to explain.
“You…you two have never kissed?”
“No, no kiss.”, the metalhead relays with a sadness to his tone. “Animal…”
“You both have only ever…fucked but never…kissed?”
Steve softly smiles as he runs his thumb over Eddie’s bottom lip causing him to whine before surging towards him to kiss him again, savoring the taste.
The vampire thrust into you again this time at a much rougher pace while their lips continued to dance together.
“E-Eddie…slow down…”
Instead of doing what you pleaded, he suddenly pulled out of you and you observed as he jumped on his heels to your side, pushing his friend’s arm, encouraging him to take his place.
“Girl…ours…”
Steve nodded his head as if to thank him, gliding his shaft between your folds to collect your slick before guiding himself inside you.
“Oh my God.”
“God.”, the werewolf mimed, the veins in his arms flexing deliciously as he pumped his hips. “Warm.”
“Feels so good, Steve, fuck.”
Their lips smacked together as they continued to kiss, their tongues dancing together causing your pussy to tighten at the sight. Eddie grunted when he felt you grab his length but moaned loudly when your mouth wrapped around him.
“Fuck.”
Prying apart, the vampire allowed his friend to focus while he pounded into you, his honey eyes taking in your body as it jiggled perfectly with each thrust. The air around you three was sticky with the smell of sweat and your heavy pants.
Eddie’s fingers curled in your hair, his own irises watching how your little throat took him almost reaching the base of his shaft until you gagged and drool spilled out of your mouth. When your lips vibrated around him, he pulled out and they both grunted in pleasure as they watched your small frame tremble as you came undone.
Steve pulled his dick out of your quivering core and roughly flipped you onto your tummy, shoving himself back inside you with animalistic need. The messy tip of Eddie’s cock prodded your lips and you allowed him entry to use your throat to chase his high.
Arms wrapped around you and you felt the hair on the pretty boy’s chest warm your back as he rolled his waist till his release coated your insides. The metalhead soon followed, a long string of ahs leaving him until he shuddered and his spend erupted on your tongue.
With his limbs still circled tightly to you, the werewolf fell to his side bringing you with him causing the vampire’s features to scrunch with worry when you winced as his friend carefully slid his softening cock out of your sore entrance.
His feet banged against the floor as he disappeared from the room, startling you when he came back and dropped your backpack beside you.
You couldn’t help but watch him in utter bewilderment until Eddie finally found what he was looking for and produced your water bottle.
“Oh, thank you.”, you grin, popping the cap and chugging it back. “Do you want some, Steve?” You didn’t see it but the vampire shook his head towards the other boy who repeated the action.
Your gaze shifts between theirs, unsure of what to do or say but when your arms cover your chest, their protective nature kicks in. When Steve reaches for your shirt and notices it’s torn, he lets out an adorable whine that has you smirking.
“It’s ok.”
“Steve…sorry…”
“It’s ok, really. May I, um, borrow one of these?”, you ask digging into the trash bags behind you. You find a polo and hold it their way, accepting their nod as approval.
Feeling hands on your legs, you glance down to see Eddie sliding on your underwear.
“Thank you. You can hang onto my shorts for right now.” The vampire smiles in a thin line, placing himself beside you to lean against the bags as well. “I, um, I don’t think your animals.” When both sets of eyes meet yours, you continue. “I asked if you two had kissed and you said no because you were animals. I don’t think that. I don’t think your monsters either.”
“Different.”
“Yeah, but Steve, it’s ok to be different. I know I am from other people in our community. But I meant what I said. You can come home with me and I’ll protect you. You’re safe with me and I won’t let anyone hurt you.”
“Been…been home…too long.”, Eddie sighs.
“I understand.”, you whisper. “But if you change your mind…”
When you shiver they presume your cold and the vampire promptly wraps the leather jacket around you as the werewolf brings you to his side but the truth was you hated the idea of leaving them here by themselves. Laying your head on his chest, you hugged Steve to you while taking hold of the vampire’s arm to wrap around your waist.
You felt them each maneuver till they were as close to you as possible; Eddie’s lips tenderly kissing your shoulder while Steve nuzzled his nose into your hair.
“Y/N…Steve and Eddie’s…”, the metalhead murmured.
“Yeah, baby, I’m yours.”
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The sound of something falling over has your eyes shooting open as you take a quick look around the room you three had fallen asleep in. Nothing seemed out of place at first glance and you rested your head on the werewolf once more, rubbing your cheek along his warm skin.
Abruptly, something tugs on your ankle roughly, startling them awake as your scream pierces their ears. You were pulled out of the house and dragged down the street before you heard Steve’s growl as he bit down on the vine clinging to you.
Eddie appeared from above and took you in his grasp, flying up into the air with his friend following in his wolf form down below.
“What…what’s going on?”
Red lightening illuminated the sky, sharp squeaking proceeding it and you knew immediately why they were in a hurry.
“Demobats.”
Surpassing the forest, the vampire placed you down onto your feet by a hole you promptly recognized as another gate.
“Y/N…home.”, he panted angrily, pointing behind you. “Home…now!”
“But..I…” Steve whined, tapping your palm with his snout before nudging you closure to the gate with his head. “Will I ever see you again? I don’t want to leave you here alone!”
The sound of the bats above you three grew louder and the panic truly began to set in. Eddie’s red eyes flashed your way as he hissed through his fangs and pushed you off your feet with a rough shove.
“NOW!”
In what felt like slow motion, you watch them fade from view as your body splashed into the water that was now consuming you. Gravity took over, pushing you upward and you began to swim, breaking through the lakes surface as sunlight warmed your face.
“HEY! I FOUND HER! TELL THE GENERAL WE FOUND HIS DAUGHTER!”, someone shouted near the shore before climbing into the boat nearby to rescue you.
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Just tagging some of the regulars :). If you wanna be tagged let me know.
Summary: You've lost count of the days you've found sanctuary on this island, away from the Death Angels. As you tend to your garden, your neighbor, Eric, offers to help and you end up spending some quality time together.
Warnings: Oral (Male and Female receiving), P in V (unprotected but come on wrap it up! this is a fantasy), Creampie, Fluff, Eric being sweet, sweet, puppy dog eyes Eric, Love at the end of the world sort of shit.
A/N: There's not one Joe character that I don't adore. I really wanted to try my hand at writing a different Joe character as I have been churning out the Johnny fics as of late. I really wanted to write something that great amounts of sweet and spicy together. I hope you enjoy it. It is great writing practice for me to write for a variety of characters, with very different characterizations and feelings. This was not Beta read, but would love to connect with those who are willing. Once again, please enjoy, share, reblog, comment, and love---it really means a lot. Enjoy after the jump.
Divider by @cursed-carmine
The sun beams flutter through the shutters on your windows, little particles of dust dancing in them. You could almost feel the fresh air coming as the warmth of the rays beckoned you outside to tend to your garden. As you grabbed your hose to water the variety of vegetables you cultivated, you felt a twinge of guilt and confusion. How could you just immerse yourself in such a mundane and calming activity with everything else going on out in the world?
It seemed like yesterday that by some stroke of divine intervention you made it to the barge to get away from those things that came to earth. And now you’re here on this island, alive, with a home, and safe. It didn’t seem fair. As you begin to spray water into your raised garden beds, your neighbor Eric waves at you from the unassuming, yet charming porch. Both words, ironically, could be used to describe him. The smile he offered to you today and everyday was genuine and warm like the sun that he squinted away from to protect his brown eyes.
You waved back, silently cursing yourself for remembering what color his eyes were. Sometimes, maybe, your gaze lingered on him a little too long. You couldn’t help it though, you reminded yourself. He was objectively handsome, with his soft curls and something about his mouth that made you wonder what it would be like to kiss him.
“It looks like you’ve got some things to harvest,” he said, gesturing towards your garden.
You swallowed air down your throat and felt your face get hot. You hoped that he didn’t notice how long you kept your eyes on him.
“Would you like some help?”
A kindness always floated around him like an invisible holy light, one that seemed to emanate from the depths of his brown eyes. But in your quiet observation of him, you noticed a certain sadness that lived there too.
“Of course,” you replied, waving for him to come over.
Together you sift through the lush green leaves of your vegetables finding several tomatoes, cucumbers, and zucchini. He handled each plant and each vegetable with the gentlest of touches. You can’t help but keep your eyes on him as he searches through the leaves the greatest care, marveling at the sheer amount ready to harvest.
“Look at how big these got!” He exclaimed, a light chuckle drifting from the back of his throat.
“I know, I’m shocked—I didn’t think I had a green thumb,” you sighed with pride as he handed you a few of the cucumbers and zucchinis.
“It’s therapeutic, gardening,” he added, his eyes shining with serenity.
“It’s amazing how something as simple as this,” your hands gesture towards your garden, towards Eric as you softly squeeze the vegetables in your arms, “makes it feel like everything is…normal.”
“I had a small herb garden I kept at my window in my flat in the city,” he said and then took a deep pause, “it helped sometimes when days were…difficult.”
Eric bowed his head in silence and turned his eyes to look off into the distance. He continued to gather a few of the ripe tomatoes. His silence seemed to pound in your own chest, intensifying the longer it went on. You wondered if you had said something to offend him.
“Shall we bring these inside?” He asked, tilting his head towards your door.
You nodded and walked ahead of him. He followed you inside and set the tomatoes on the clean kitchen counter by the sink. Proud of your harvest you immediately began washing one of your cucumbers like it was a prize winning one. Eric stood at your kitchen counter quietly observing you as cut the vegetable into small medallions.
As you popped one in your mouth, you felt your eyes widen, as the sweet freshness hit your tongue.
“Oh, my goodness you have to try this, Eric,” you said, your pride buzzing inside you, “it’s so good!”
You walked over to him, feeling as excited as a child on Christmas day, with a circle of the vegetable in your hand. Without thinking, you bring the vegetable to his mouth which he graciously takes.
The feeling of his soft lips on your fingers and twenty-twenty hindsight made your cheeks heat up and blush at your action.
“I’m so sorry,” you stammered, “that was very forward of me.”
“No, don’t be sorry,” his voice came out as soft and gentle whisper.
He was so close to you and the only thing you could do, the only thing that seemed right to do was to look into his big, brown eyes that shined with the sunlight that filtered in through your window. You allowed your eyes to move down to his lips that glistened from the water of the fresh cucumber you popped into his mouth.
Your head, your body, and your heart, together, urged you to step closer to him. The moment your hands touched his face and traced a line from his forehead to his jaw, he leaned into your touch and closed his eyes. He let his face lean in further where you cupped his face, like it was the place of rest he’d been waiting for, for so long.
“I’m going to kiss you,” you said, every move he made told you that he needed to hear and see the words leave your lips.
“Ok,” he nodded in confirmation and invitation before you leaned in and pressed your lips to his.
You started gently at first, allowing yourself to feel how pillowy soft his lips were against yours. You gave yourself permission to act on urges you hadn’t felt in so long. Pressing your body to his. Roaming your hands through his soft, brunette curls. Letting your tongue lightly explore the surface of his lips before he let go and finally lets you in.
And as you let go, you felt the tension melt away from his body. He let out a deep exhale as he fell further and further into your embrace. You pulled him as close as his body could be to yours, your hands roaming up and down his back while you grew breathless with each deep and increasingly messy kiss.
Little whimpers that turned into rough, raspy groans fell from Eric’s lips. And as he rolled his pelvis against yours, you felt his manhood reaching for you through his pants. Desperate to feel more, your hands traveled down to his ass, pulling him in closer to feel him throbbing against you.
“To the bedroom?” You ask when you finally came up for air.
“Ye---yeah. Yes.” He replied in an enthusiastic stupor.
You took his hand, intertwining your fingers in his as you led him to your room. You saw the apprehension in his eyes as you pushed him back to sit on your bed. His eyes stayed glued to you as you undressed before him to your bra and panties. You stepped towards him with dainty footsteps until you stood in between his legs that are spread so wide that it gave you a better view of how his cock was straining against his pants. He drank all of you in with his beautiful brown eyes and his breath hitched at the sight of you.
“I’m sorry---it’s been a while,” Eric said, his voice quivered with a touch of embarrassment.
“It’s alright,” you assured him as you thread your fingers through his hair. “Just touch me.”
You saw courage build in him as soon as his hands gripped your legs, massaging up the backs of your thighs until they found rest at your ass. Your pussy throbbed and clenched with each knead and squeeze he made with his hands. He pulled you close, so close that his lips found the waist band of your low-rise panties and you trembled and tingled, feeling how wet you were becoming.
The confidence in his hands grew as he traveled up your back where they deftly unhooked the back of your bra, pulling it off you strap by strap. He never once broke eye contact as he threw your bra to the floor.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmurs, his big eyes wide, expectant, and in awe of you.
Returning the favor, you assisted him in pulling his t-shirt over his head. It was your turn to look at him in awe of his lean but muscular frame. He followed the lead of your every moment as you pressed gently at his shoulder, a cue for him to scoot back all the way on your bed. You crawled to him as he rested his back against the headboard. You straddled him, feeling his erection beneath his pants as you rolled your pelvis over him before planting another kiss on his ruddy, pink lips. You arched your back, bringing your bare chest close to him. He read and responded to every move, first putting his hands on your chest massaging them before he wrapped his arms around your waist. Moans and whimpers escaped you as his lips left wet kisses on your neck and chest before he began worshipping each of your nipples with his beautiful mouth.
“Take off your pants,” you stated, lifting yourself from his lap. You licked your lips, unashamed at how desperation infused itself in every word you spoke.
He obliged, leaving you to gasp at his size. Long, the perfect girth: not too thick, definitely not thin, and uncut. You took his cock in your hand, rubbing up and down, feeling the smallest bit of precum beading at the tip.
“I just want to make you feel good, Eric,” you told him as a labored moan escaped from his lips.
“Y--you are,” he moaned as you continued to move your hand up and down his cock. “Fuck.”
You crawled your way to his legs, settling between them until you were kneeling at the altar that was cock. Without hesitation, you put your mouth on him, licking up and down at first while he shuddered at your work. Desperate to taste all of him, you took him in your mouth while your free hand massaged his balls. His moans grew louder and louder as you took him deep into your throat before you found the perfect up and down tempo of your mouth on his cock. You switched to paying special attention to the head of his cock, your tongue swirling around it in tight circles before taking quick and shallow sucks that had his legs and his entire body beginning to shake beneath you.
“St--stop, shit,” he gasped, “don’t want to come yet.”
You sat up and brushed away the hair that had fallen into your face.
“Come here,” he said, his voice raspy and low but still filled with the same gentle, kindness that always stayed with him.
You cuddled up to him and let him take the lead. His fingers pushed a strand of hair behind your ears before he pulled you in for a deep kiss while simultaneously bringing you down to the bed. He nuzzled his face deep into your neck, first nibbling at your ears, until he moved down to kiss and suck the space between your neck collar bone. With your eyes closed, you prepared yourself for what was to come as his lips moved lower and lower until you felt him kiss and nibble at the thin fabric that separated your pussy from his mouth.
“Eric, please,” you whine as you buck your pelvis towards him.
“It’s been some time,” he whispers, his breath hot on your pussy.
“I just need your mouth on me, please,” you begged, wiggling your hips in agony.
He moved with unexpected speed, pulling your panties off your legs, replacing them with his mouth. It had been so long. So, so long. And you knew it was the same for him. The first few licks he took at your center were timid. But your moans, whimpers encouraged him to take deeper, broader strokes. Every other thought left your brain as he began to pull in your folds with a few sucks of his full lips before he pressed firm, deep strokes of his tongue through your folds. His rhythm changed, like a long drum solo, his tongue moving fast, and then slow, and then fast again until paid special attention to your clit. Flicking at it, circling it, sucking it, and flicking at it again. He pushed his face in deeper until his worship of every curve of your pussy had you screaming, writhing, and crying beneath him.
“Kiss me!” You cried out and he listened, kissing up your torso, your chest, your neck until they found the destination that is your lips. You could still taste your sweetness on him as his tongue played with yours.
You stared at each, breaths coming out in near gasps in anticipation of what you both know is coming next. The way he gripped your face until his hand found a secure place behind your neck hypnotized you. He lowered you to the bed and found his rightful place on top of you. He pressed his body onto you before licking, kissing, nibbling, and sucking on your neck.
“This almost, almost, feels like the first time,” he said, his breath hot as he growled into your ear.
The way his legs deftly pushed yours apart like it was muscle memory showed you it was most certainly not his first time. The beating of your heart was so strong for him that you swore you could hear it pumping in your ears.
“I don’t have anything—,” he whispered with labored breaths.
“It’s OK, just—just pull out when you finish,” you said softly, knowing that plan might not be fool proof.
He nodded, taking a deep breath as he lined himself up at your entrance. He pushed himself agonizingly slow and you gasped at the feeling of him moving further through your folds.
“Ohmygod,” your words ran together as you adjusted to his size, well aware of how you were throbbing around his cock.
“My god, you’re so tight,” he groaned as he slowly began to find his rhythm.
His hips moved against yours like a wave crashing into the shore. You opened your eyes wide at first, your mouth dropping open with each slow and sensual thrust, each one more forceful than the last.
“Fuck—E-Eric!” You moaned, finding a grip at the defined muscles of his shoulders.
The angle he found was somehow so perfect that as he slid in and out of you, each ridge of his cock coaxed and excited every nerve of your clit before the tip of it drove into the deepest part of your pussy. You could already feel how your entire body began to quiver and shake. You wrapped your legs tight around him, pulling him closer to you. His beautiful face greeted you with his eyes opened wide but still focused on you. You took it into your hands pulling him in for the deepest kiss, your tongues dancing together as each thrust of his cock became more desperate with each passing second. Each groan, moan, and whimper that fell from his lips joined yours, like a duet written just for the two of you.
All the signs that you were both close to your climax approached quickly: breaths growing faster and faster, his thrusts getting harder, messier, and more desperate, your moans and prayers of his name leaving your lips like they are the only sounds and words you have. His body began to shake and the way his arms enveloped you in the tightest most desperate embrace called you to wrap your arms around him.
“I’m gonna…I’m gonna come,” he said, like he was uttering a vow.
There wouldn’t be enough time for him to pull out
“It’s ok,” you managed between the loudest cries of ecstasy, “you can come inside me.”
Your consent was like an incantation encouraging his body to succumb to you. And you were filled with the warmth of him with the most powerful of thrusts that had you shouting a string of “oh god’s and Eric’s” as you came with him.
He held onto you so tightly, collapsing onto your body after his orgasm. You didn’t let go of each other as you reveled in the warmth you had created together, listening to softest melodies of your breaths as you came down from the best high you’d felt in forever. He peppered gentle kisses on your forehead, your cheeks, your nose, and finally your lips before he pulled out of you with a breathy and raspy moan. The cum that filled you dripped from your sensitive center and you nuzzled into him. The best feeling in the world.
You danced your fingers on his chest, which he quickly intertwined in his own.
“You’re right, it really did almost feel like the first time,” you hummed, your eyes heavy with bliss.
“Well, I certainly hope it won’t be the last,” he added as he caressed your arm.
You looked up at him to see his brown eyes glistening with a glow-filled joy. The happiness that lived there built a foundation of hope in your heart and you couldn’t help but smile.
“I think we can arrange that….neighbor,” you teased and noticed a different, more naughty glint shine in his eyes.
“Oh, I think we’re way past that,” he mused with a low chuckle before wrapping his arms around you in the safest embrace.
Thank you for the tag, @exquisiteserotonin. So, I don't have many wips but I'm working on a couple. I have one that is a Billy x Reader x Steve called Harrington's Girl based on a famous 80's song. I'm also working on one for the lovely Eddie Munson called The Worry Stone which I can give a little bit of a snippet:
Eddie had known you for ages, longer than he could even remember; you went to school together and were almost glued at the hip. He just couldn't remember what grade it had been. This had recently changed as you both began to head your separate ways. You were going to school and meeting new people while he worked for anyone that would hire him and stayed close to the group he was familiar with. Now you had a whole new friend group which meant that the two of you didn't hang out nearly as much as he liked.
Eddie's view of you changed during that time, more than he ever thought it would. At first you had just been friends, obviously, but then he started to get jealous. His dark eyes would glare at anyone that tried to take you away for even a moment. He figured he was just being overprotective or overthinking that you were leaving him behind.
Then the thoughts began.... and it all started with your worry stone.
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I wish there was more to share, but Harrington's Girl is just bullet points right now and The Worry Stone is kind of short at the moment. I also have an untitled wip for Eddie about a librarian, but I might scrap it:
Growing up in Hawkins was always difficult. The place was small and everyone knew everyone else’s business. The only way to keep something secret was to never tell a soul. It didn’t help that almost everyone was so brainwashed into thinking that a good Christian home with a child that either played football or tried out for cheerleading were the only good families. All of which you knew was bullshit.
You came from a good Christian home, but you knew that everything wasn’t perfect in the world. Your mom worked at a diner close to town, and every time she came home from her shift, you had to check her mood. If she had a good shift, everything was great; sometimes she even brought some food home from work. Bad shifts were bad for you as well; that was when you knew you were in trouble. There would be screaming and shouting as soon as she walked through the door, no matter what you had done. Those times were when you usually didn’t eat anything because of your anxiety that she caused.
Everyone knew what you were going through, but nothing could be done. Unless she harmed you physically you were just SoL. You had tried speaking to the school counselor before, but by the end of the day your mom came home with the news that you were spreading rumors about her.
“If you want abuse, I can give you abuse,” she told you with a look that curdled your stomach. All you could do was shake your head no and go to your room. That was when you learned to keep your mouth shut.
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Anyway, I'm gonna tag @keeryhours, @thepinkpanther83, @justmeinadaze
Obviously, you don't have to do it if you have already or just don't feel like it.
Pairing: Michael (Hoard) x Original Female Character
Rating: E is for Explicit - 18+ only 🔞MDNI🔞
Word Count: 3333 | Read on AO3
Summary: Michael has a well deserved day off when he receives a text message from the one girl he can’t help but dream about and it’s not his girlfriend.
Warnings: INFIDELITY, Oral (Female receiving), Butt stuff, P in V (unprotected but come on wrap it up! this is a fantasy), Creampie, SomeFluff, Pining, Original Female Character
A/N: This is my first EVER Michael (Hoard) fic and one with an oc. I’m super grateful to my darling friend @pink-whiskey-woman — this one is for you. I’m so happy you encouraged me to write an original character instead of going the reader route. This deviates a bit from the movie and is more of a side story, it’s own little pocket universe. I hope you love it. I was very inspired.
I wasn’t listening to Lola (My Love) by Buckingham Nicks but the song sure damn fit—so I made it the title.
Enjoy after the jump and as always, any likes, comments, reblogs are ALWAYS appreciated.
Divider by @cursed-carmine
It was the middle of the day by the time Michael woke up. He had the rare day off and there wasn't much he could think to do to pass the time. He messed about his flat dressed only his underwear, anyone who looked through his window would be in for a real show. Eventually, he made his way to the crammed kitchen, reaching for a small tin box that held weed and some rolling papers. It seemed like as good an activity as any to do on a lazy day off. If Leah— girlfriend, mother of his future child, was there she would certainly be nagging him about everything he needed to do as the man of the house.
That was their daily routine these days: a kiss goodbye, a full 8-plus hours sweating and rank from working with rubbish, and a refusal to receive a kiss when he got home because of the work with said rubbish. Even after he took a shower, he'd find her sitting on the couch with her feet propped on the coffee table he'd saved up for, ready and waiting to tell him about the next thing he needed to do. It was frustrating to say the least, considering his brain was already full of things he needed to do: clean the kitchen, make dinner, and confirm the extra shifts he'd been picking up for extra money.
He breathed out a long sigh that held hints of guilt when the thought of her being gone was a reprieve. A much needed reprieve, at that. She mentioned something about a leaving for girls' trip early this morning. A baby moon she called it, but without him, and with her girlfriends. It didn't quite make sense, but if it made her happy…
He pushed the thoughts of her from his head and settled into a comfortable space on his couch and lit his self-rolled joint. Just as he brought it to his lips for one inhale, the sing song chirp of a text message sounded from his phone.
"'Hey babe, I'm not working today. You up to anything?"
Lola. Of course it was fucking Lola.
She was only supposed to be a momentary lapse in judgment. Just a beautiful girl that he met at the pub. Just a beautiful girl who approached him despite his efforts to appear unapproachable. Just a beautiful girl who managed to bring him home. Just a beautiful girl who was only supposed to be for one night. And in a way that seemed to sneak up on both of them—it grew into more than just one night. He couldn't help it. She couldn't either.
The nights increased where he'd be able to steal away from home to be with her and when he was there, she never nagged him. Dissociation for him was calling on a memory of knocking at her door after a long day of work to find she'd already drawn a bath for him. Sometimes she'd shampoo his hair in silence, letting her care for him show through her fingertips, never asking for or hinting at anything more, though it so often and inevitably did.
Her text reminded him that she had some kind of grand intuition of knowing when he was vulnerable and more importantly available. His cock twitched at the thought of her. He envisioned the way her soft, dark red ringlets fell over her shoulders, across her tits, and how the strawberry blonde highlights at the front of fell over her face as she moaned out his name. The way she shook and sweated as her pussy rocked over his cock was something he could never forget. Sometimes, in the most quiet of moments, he had flashbacks of feeling how her tight cunt gripped his cock, how she let him stick his fingers in her mouth, and how she begged him to claw and scratch at her hips when he thrust into her so hard and so deep that it rocked her cervix.
"Not busy. My—Leah—she is out of town. Have something in mind?"
"Want to come over?"
Fuck. Did he want to come over?
What a stupid question.
Of course he wanted to come over.
"Alright, I'll come over."
And it was as though he couldn't get there fast enough. He jumped from the couch and rushed to his bedroom to get dressed. There, he scurried to find all the things he thought he would need from his bathroom and the top of his dresser drawer including a gift he bought especially for her. He stuffed them in a paper bag. What a wonder his girlfriend hadn't found it yet!
He shook with impatience as he raced to the bus stop. Taking a seat at the back when it finally arrived, he shrunk as deep into his seat as he could as though no one would look at him if he did. Despite being in a large city, their neighborhood was small and it was like living in interactive art display. It would take one person to recognize him to report back to his girlfriend in less than twenty four hours only for her to come banging at the door to catch him in flagrante. It was insane.
Each time the bus stopped, Michael tensed up, his anxiety building each time a new passenger embarked, causing him to shrink further back into his seat. With how long this trip was taking, he could have made it to Lola's faster if he ran.
The last loud hydraulic hiss of the bus stopping was like the last song played at a concert just before the encore. He leapt up to get off the bus, running a few paces until he found himself in front of her coral-colored door. He looked at his reflection in her window, combing back a few of his wayward curls before knocking.
He was greeted by the vision of her in a floral mini dress, with the skinniest of spaghetti straps. One arm held the door wide open, while her other perfectly framed the curve of her hip. She flipped her long, deep red tendrils, that were still damp from a shower, to one side until they cascaded over her shoulders, one beautiful ringlet trickling down to draw his attention to her decolletege.
"You've arrived quite fast," Lola said, as she licked her lips while looking at him up and down. "Come on in, then."
Michael followed her and quickly locked the door behind him. The way she switched her hips as she walked before him hypnotized him, demanding he keep his eyes on her ass. He lunged forward and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. He nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck, breathing in the scent of her shampoo and her body, his lips and tongue taking in the sweet taste of her skin.
"I've missed you," he growled.
Lola's arm brushed upward to find him behind her. Her hand settled on his soft brown curls before she turned to face him. She drank in the vision of him before wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him in for a kiss.
A carnal, raspy moan traveled from the back of his throat as he parted Lola's lips with a forceful push of his tongue. His hands travled down the length of her waist until they meandered their way beneath her dress where he was met by the unexpected gift of the soft, bare skin of her beautiful ass.
He paused and lowered his eyes which darkened with his desperation for her.
"You're a dirty girl, you are."
He hoisted her up, squeezing the plush skin of her bottom and coaxing her to wrap her legs around his waist. A breathy giggle danced from her lips as she kissed him, pulling hard on his bottom lip with her teeth.
"Just the way you like it," she replied to him as he carried her to her bedroom, his memory of the lay out of her home so deep he could feel it in his bones.
His cock throbbed through his jeans reaching for her. When they got to her room, he peeled her legs from his waist and tossed her on the bed. He crawled over her and set his bag next to her.
"Have you gone to the loo?" He growled, kissing her neck and grinding against her.
She paused and looked up at him, her expression curious as they searched deep into his eyes.
"What do you mean?"
Michael glanced over at the bag he placed on the bed, unable to suppress the salacious grin growing on his face. He raised himself from her and opened the bag and pulled a bottle of lube and an elegantly shaped item that fit into the palm of his large hand. Her eyes widened at sight of it: a personal sculpture that glimmered in the light, flared with a shiny jewel at the bottom.
"Michael—," her voice came out in a whine.
"Are you ready?" Michael uttered, rubbing his free hand up and down her right inner thigh. "Can we do this?"
She looked up at him with her glassy and desperate gray eyes, biting her ruddy pink lips. The only thing she could do was nod like she needed it. Her supple thighs were always so inviting and her pussy drew his hand to it like a magnet. He caressed her outer folds, slipping in a finger deep enough to feel how wet she already was for him.
"Turn over," he commanded, "ass up, baby."
He let out a long breath at her immediate compliance. He pushed up her dress to admire how beautifully round her ass was. His hands explored her soft skin, dipping his fingers into her again, coating his fingers with her slick. She wiggled and whined in response to his touch.
What a fucking dream.
"Touch yourself," it was another command that came so naturally from his lips.
The way she reached between her legs was so mesmerizing that he nearly lost himself. Her whimpers and moans brought him back and he quickly grabbed the bottle of lube, squeezing it over the fingers of his right hand. His cock twitched ever harder as he watched her pleasure herself before he brought his fingers to her asshole, lightly spreading the lube over her opening.
"Oh, Mikey," she whined as he continued to work on her hole, easing one finger in and then another.
The sound of her long, sensual moan traveled to his ears like a song. She was tight, as he expected, but she began to relax as he worked on her. He reached for the plug and slid it over her open, pushing the tip in slightly, taking her cues, feeling her tighten and ease, tighten and ease. How she managed to continue to touch herself as he slowly began to work in the precious toy was a marvel.
"Baby, you are fuckin' perfect."
A few more strokes and gentle turns it was in, only the pretty pink jewel shining before him.
"Oh fuck Mikey," she moaned writhing her ass towards him.
"Keep touching yourself," he ordered as he went to the bathroom to wash his hands and disrobe.
He watched her, with her ass still in the air and her hands still between her legs. He gripped his cock, pumping it a few times before swaggering to edge of the bed.
"Turn around," he growled, grabbing her by the hip so she was on her back.
She pulled her dress over heaving chest and over her head as she opened her legs for him. He admired every inch of her smooth skin, wishing that he was all of hers and hers alone.
"Come to me, babe," she crooned, her hand outstretched to beckon him.
He dove onto the bed, finding himself between her legs keeping them open with firm push of his hands. His lips zeroed in on her cunt, sucking on her folds before his tongue dove in deep in a series of waves, zig zags, and winding turns that had her wiggling at the sensation of his tongue and the pressure of the plug in her asshole.
"Oh fuck, Mikey," she moaned, "feels so good."
He smirked and let out a low, gruff laugh, knowing he was just getting started. He pressed his tongue deeper through her folds waving it up and down until he found her clit with the tip of his tongue with pinpoint precision. Her bud was so firm and ready for him and he wanted to give it all the attention it deserved. He savored her with quick swirls and flicks of his tongue before pushing it in, fucking her.
The way her voice climbed in octaves with each move was the encouragement he needed to keep going. He could feel her as she shook beneath him, her legs beginning to close as she inched closer and closer to climax. He pushed them open with his arms as he pressed his lips back to her clit, flicking it a few times before pulling it and sucking it like the nectar from a flower. Her moans turned into sobs of his name as she thrashed beneath him while gripping the sheets in desperation. He dipped two fingers in curling them while he kept his mouth on her clit, sucking and beckoning her to lose control. He pushed his face deeper into her pussy, luxuriating in her with abandon while moving his fingers until she gushed all over his face and the bed. She shook while screaming his name like it was the only word in her vocabulary.
When he crawled over her body, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders to pull him close. His lips glistened from where she came all over him and she pulled him down to meld her lips to his in a hungry kiss. Intermittent shivers and jolts rocked her body: remnants of the orgasm he'd given her.
"Bet your lady doesn't do what I do for you," Lola growled into his ear, making his cock impossibly erect against her torso. "Bet she only does missionary and never lets you near her asshole."
He looked down at her pull her hair before he licked from her ear to her jaw to her lips. He couldn't ignore any part of her, wrapping her lips with his in a long, messy kiss while he pressed his hard cock against her belly. He crawled back kissing down her neck, twirling his tongue over each of her nipples, nipping them with the lightest bite before sucking with a loud pop of his mouth.
Fuck, did that make her moan.
His eyes poured over her entire body, before he grabbed her by the waist flipping her back over on her stomach. A loud, wanton yelp spilled from her lips. She shivered as he rubbed his hands from her ass to her back before climbing on top of her, brushing her red coils from her back so he could kiss her shoulders and neck before nibbling her right ear.
"Get on all fours," he growled, pulling away so he could ready himself on his knees for her.
She nodded, arching her back like a cat. The pretty pink gem, shimmered at the based as she wiggled her ass towards him. It only took a few pumps of his hand to ensure he was as hard as possible when he entered her. Her breaths were deep and eager as she squeezed the sheets beneath her. He teased her outer folds, tapping and sliding his cock over her opening, making her whine and cry for him.
"Michael, just fuck me, please!" She begged, pushing her hips back against him, as if by doing so his cock would magically slide in.
A fucking goddess, she was. She always fucking wants it. And she always fucking gives it.
He gripped her hip with one hand and began to slide into her. It was slow and agonizing, he wanted to feel every bit of her as he slid each inch of himself inside her. She moaned out his name, her voice raising at the end in a delectable sob when he pushed in as deep as he could. Then Lola, the fucking goddess that she was, strangled his cock as if to feel every vein that throbbed inside her pussy.
He clawed at her hips, pulling them back to him as he thrust deep, slow, and hard at first. The slap of his skin against hers harmonized with her cries of unrestrained ecstasy. The way she pushed and rolled her hips back against him as he railed into her brought him closer and closer to the edge where he knew he was going to fall. It was the edge he had willingly fallen over again and again, forever craving that fall.
She clutched the sheets with her left hand, her right finding its way between her legs until her fingers found her sensitive bud, rolling it over and over as he made her his with each deep and ravenous thrust. He was awestruck in how well she took each sensation from the plug in her hole, to his cock rocking deep into her, and to her pleasuring herself at the same time. No other man deserved this more than him. That was certain in the promises they made to each other with their bodies. He could feel her walls convulsing around him, strangling his cock tighter and tighter as she screamed out his name with her release.
She's so tight, even tighter as she lost herself all over his cock. It only took a few seconds before he lost every bit of control he had been hanging onto, gripping her hips with his strongest grip. With a gravelly and low moan that came from the deepest part of his throat, he spilled himself into her. He held on inside for as long as he could, pushing a few more weaker pumps that hit her just right that she came once and twice more.
"Fuck, Lola," he sighed as he pulled himself from her, collapsing on the bed with a cathartic exhale.
He pulled her in close, mesmerized by the look of bliss on her face and how her tresses fell over face as though in slow motion. It was like she was sent from some another place or another time just for him. A feeling of overwhelming calm came over him. The release from their love making was the catharsis he needed. It was always the catharsis he needed. She tiptoed her hand to his, tracing each of his knuckles until he intertwined his fingers with hers.
After a few quiet moments, Lola propped herself up with one hand. He exhaled and let his vulnerability take over him. Every quiet movement she made brought him a peace he always longed for. The smile on her face grew, her gray eyes sparkling. With a gentle touch, she traced the curve of his face until he smiled and kissed the palm of her hand.
"There's that smile of mine," she whispered, a smile forming on her own lips. "Brighter than the sun, that is."
He pulled her in again and in another kiss the entire world disappeared, leaving them to feel quiet and safe in each other's arms.
But it was a moment that was cruel in its unintentional brevity. Sudden loud yells and incessant violent knocks against the door disrupted the feeling of safety they had found.
"Open the fuckin' door, Michael!!" He heard a shrill, familiar voice scream. "I know you're in there with that nasty slag. Open. The. Fuckin'. Door."
Michael and Lola looked at each other, feelings of panic, frustration, anger, and disappointment all moved back and forth between them.
With a loud sigh, they simultaneously spoke the only word that could sum up all those feelings.
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