strictly 18+ only // content warnings should be on each link
forwarning: obviously the voices aren’t going to sound exactly like the actors / characters so I’ve gone more for how the vibes and attitudes fit with the characters, you’ll just have to use your imagination tbh my darlings!!
these are intended for female / afab listeners
other than that go wild and happy listening my loves
Eddie Munson
Eddie making you cum for the first time
topping a secretly insecure Eddie
Eddie trying to be rough for the first time
fucking Eddie after a dnd game
you and Eddie’a first time together
Eddie ‘I don’t think I can be gentle with you tonight’ Munson
getting high and fucking at a party
best friend Eddie finds your reddit page…
bad boy Eddie and bitchy miss popular
Steve Harrington
your first time with Steve
friends to lovers with Steve (this mentions stranger things so it’s kinda meta lmao)
having a quickie in a closet at a party
your friend Steve catches you masturbating
Steve thinking about you and jerking off
rich boy Steve fucking you in his library
Billy Hargrove
stripping for Billy
Billy puts bratty kitten reader in their place
Billy watching / helping you fuck yourself
hatefucking your ex Billy
Billy fucking you at a party (this one really sounds like him I’m screaming)
watching a scary movie with Billy leads to other things...
cheating on your boyfriend, Billy fucking you in a park
Robin Buckley
enemies to lovers / hate fucking Robin
you and Robin hookup at a lake house getaway
thanking Robin for helping you study
taking care of Robin, her calling you mommy
encouraging you take a break from work, helping you destress
Robin showering her shy girlfriend with praise and affection
Nancy Wheeler
brat tamer Nancy teaching you patience
dom Nancy lets you ride her boot
playing truth or dare leads you to hooking up
a ‘tutor’ session with Nancy
getting dressed all pretty for Nancy
you and Nancy escape a party so you can hookup
Jonathan Byers
taking Jonathan’s virginity
Jonathan eating you out whilst you work
encouraging you to come back to bed
edging sub Jonathan
link to search website yourself
main masterlist // stranger things masterlist // stranger things audio list part one // stranger things audio list - other characters
p.s. I will keep adding more as and when I find them / when they’re sent to me
on that note, if you find any you think would fit the characters please do feel free to send them my way so I can add them to the list!!
ahhh hi!! it’s been forever since I popped in here! I just wanna say congrats again on hitting 3k, you honestly deserve like a billion followers bc of how fucking incredible your writing is! and happy early birthday, I can’t wait to send games and questions for your event this weekend!!
but also I have a lil request for your event too, can I get from the smut prompt list “I want it to hurt” with our favourite stinky slutty cowboy, Rhett :D
ilysm <33
here you are hope <3
sorry it's so short
this is 18+, mdni.
The adrenaline was still coursing through him.
The last ride was intense, for you and him. Him being thrown from a young bull, hitting the dirt hard but not getting any terrible injuries. You watched him hesitate to get up, panic flowing through your own veins. The seasoned rider being bucked off wasn’t too common anymore, but it was still nerve wracking when it happened.
But right now? Nobody would have been able to tell he was thrown from a fifteen thousand pound animal.
One of his legs was slotted between yours, hips pinning yours to the side of his truck. The two of you were rocking against each other, chasing something that neither of you were near. His tongue was dominating your mouth, swirling around yours and mapping it all out. Your arms were draped around his shoulders, hands curling into the hair at the base of his neck.
“Fuck, baby.” Rhett groaned, rocking against you a little harder.
His belt buckle pressed hard into your hip. You tugged on his hair, earning another groan from him. Your fingers ran up into his hair more, combing up into the long locks under his hat. You tugged again, earning another groan.
“You can pull harder, baby.” Rhett informed, moving to kiss at your jaw and neck. His tongue was hot on your skin, warming it in the cooler night air.
“I don’t wanna hurt you.” You whimpered when he nipped at your skin.
Rhett kissed a trail up to your ear, pulling the skin between his teeth. One of his hands settled on your hip, the other moving to your ass. He grabbed your ass hard, pulling you impossibly close to his body.
A/n: uh I sent an anon to @stranger-nightmare about Eddie being a cat guy and then wrote a probably pretty shit lil thing. I’m rusty on writing so forgive me but uh enjoy?
So it’s under a read more but uh yeah all the cats are named after bands and artists Eddie likes so yay
Jagger tended to come and go as it pleased, the little black fluff ball most times sleeping on the munsons porch couch. Most mornings Eddie would walk out, his back back over his shoulder, his metal lunch box in hand, leaning down to scratch the cats head as he passed
“Later Jagger.” a soft meow followed in response.
Eddie learned of the many cats that seemed to wander around the trailer park, some had tags, some seemed to stick around one trailer, and then there were ‘Eddie’s cats’
Four or five random cats that seemed to flock to him, it started with Jagger, then one morning Jagger had a friend, a small grey looking thing with a half gnarled ear, he called her iron maiden, her snarled face and gnarled ear making him think of the zombie mascot on his iron maiden cassette covers. She never looked it but she was a cuddler, often when Eddie would have the windows and doors opened, maiden would be perched on Eddie’s lap as they sat in bed, Eddie’s hand lazily scratching and petting the cats fur as he re-read the hobbit for the millionth time, often talking to the cat and getting small mews in response.
Then came the trio of kittens in the thunderstorm months of April and may, Eddie had found them soaking wet and meowing helplessly under his trailer steps. Well he couldn’t just leave them outside. So he called Dustin asking what 3 pretty young kittens needed. Dustin had offered to come over and take them off his hands if he wanted, but Eddie just sighed
“Nah kid, I’m used to cats around here, so they just need to get dry and they’ll be good, think I have like something in here to feed them. Thanks kid”
He had spent the night with three kittens tucked into him, their soft purrs seemingly lulling Eddie to sleep.
You had found him the next morning still asleep, his gaggle of kittens resting on his chest.
You had gone and bought kitten food for them and both you and Eddie spent the morning arguing names for them. settling on, Jett, tallica, and wasp.
Eddie and you sat on the couch the three babies sitting on Eddie’s lap as you both argued over which song each cat had the energy of, when Jagger and maiden slowly clambered up the steps, jumping up next to you, your hand instinctively reaching over to scratch maiden behind the ears
“Right maiden you think Jett has ‘bad reputation’ energy right? Yeah see Maiden agrees with me” Eddie sighed watching jagger jump up next to him, sniffing the small cats in his lap, the seeming older cats parental instincts coming out as he leaned over licking each cat a few times.
It wasn’t until the kittens got bigger that you and Eddie realised, Jett, tallica and wasp were in fact the kittens of maiden and Jagger, seeming the pair of now bonded older cats still had it going on for the other.
It was a few months later during a hellfire game that it reached Eddie that the five cats were not yours and his alone. Dustin had began setting up the player pieces and dice when he asked about his cats
“My cats? You mean the trailer park cats?” Dustin had looked at him eyebrow raised
“Uh, Eddie I hate to break it to you, but those are yours and Y/Ns cats.” Eddie had rolled his eyes leaning back in his DM throne. Thinking about it he never saw the group of 5 go more then a few feet away from his trailer at any given time, often they would stroll in and out of the open doors or windows, many nights ending up at the end of the bed as you and Eddie slept. He realised then
“Fuck me, we have 5 cats” Dustin laughed nodding at him.
“Yep congrats. I would look into fixing the trio you don’t want to any uh royal family business”
Eddie found you curled up with the gang that night on the porch, a book in your hand, the other idly moving between the cat pile around you. Smiling to himself, maybe he didn’t hate the idea of having a gaggle of cats, nah, he didn’t mind at all.
Summary: Eddie’s been distant and self conscious about his body ever since the bat incident in the upside down, meaning the two of you haven’t slept together for a while, when you finally confront him on it he vows to make it up to you...
Warnings: spoilers for vol.2, fluff, angst, smut, dirty talk, dry humping, oral (f receiving), fingering, multiple orgasms, minors DNI
A/N: it’s long and I’m not sorry bc it’s absolutely worth it imo haha!! inspiration is taken from my darling 🦔 & 🎸😈 anons from this & this ask! we explored this idea in my asks and I just had to write it in full, I hope you guys enjoy!! <3
Read Part Two
This is for people 18+ only. Minors do not read on. By clicking ‘keep reading’ you are hereby agreeing that you are 18 or older.
It had been nearly a month since the fallout of ‘defeating’ Vecna. The earthquakes, the evacuation, the chaos. The only silver lining was that hunting Eddie was no longer the main priority for the town and you’d been able to smuggle him out. The two of you had rented an RV and were hidden off the grid. The rest of the gang occasionally stopped by to check in and to drop supplies, but for the most part it was just you and Eddie.
You thought this time together, completely alone, would be a haven. Getting to spend unlimited time with the boy you loved so much it almost pained you. But it wasn’t.
Eddie was distant and closed off, often zoning out completely even when you were talking to him. You knew he was recovering, both physically and mentally, from his time in the upside down. You knew he was being plagued by nightmares and flashbacks. But the thing that pained you the most was that he just wouldn’t let you help him.
He refused to talk about it. And furthermore he refused to let you help him anyway. He wouldn’t let you tend to his wounds He wouldn’t even let your hands get anywhere near his torso.
Yes, it had been nearly a month since the fallout of ‘defeating’ Vecna, and it had also been nearly a month since you and Eddie had last been together, intimately speaking. You hadn’t even seen him shirtless in that time frame either. Before the incident he used to always walk around the trailer shirtless, feeling completely comfortable and at ease around you. But now... now he scurried into the bathroom to get changed. He held the hem of his shirt down whenever he reached for something on a high shelf, refusing to let even just a sliver of his belly show.
But the worst of it? The worst of it was the way he wouldn’t let you touch him anymore, or how he wouldn't touch you either. He flinched any time your hands came anywhere near his torso. The only way he’d let you hug him was with your arms around his neck, and even then it was nowhere near the kinds of hugs you used to share before, where his entire body would engulf you and clutch you impossibly close to him.
You knew he needed time to heal, both physically and emotionally. But, truth be told, you weren’t sure how much longer you could last. Both your heart and your body ached for him, ached for just a glimpse of the boy you knew.
You'd thought you were finally making progress the other day when you ended up in a heavy makeup session. You were on top of him, your lips moving fervently against his, your legs on either side of his hips, grinding into him like your life depended on it. You were already wet, desperately aching for his touch, and you could feel how hard he was beneath you. But as soon as your hands had made their way down his neck towards his torso he froze completely, stopping all movements and telling you he needed a minute before he all but ran away from you, leaving you desperate, frustrated, but above all, sad.
You tried every day, every single day, to coax out the boy you knew. Playing his favourite music, cooking his favourite foods, picking his favourite movies to watch. You’d walk around wearing nothing but one his shirts, fishing for a reaction. Something, anything. Just anything to gain kind some kind of response from him. But he’d simply smile politely, make small talk, and then spend the evening sitting quietly with you just next to him, at most your thighs touching.
It had been this way for a month and clearly nothing was working. So today, you gave up. You sat in silence. Didn’t put the effort into trying anymore. You were at your wits end, what else were you supposed to do?
Eddie sits beside you on the bed, his hands playing awkwardly in his lap as whatever movie you’d let him pick plays softly in front of you. You’d zoned out long ago, sat in a world of your own thoughts; memories of the times you’d used to share with your fun loving boyfriend. You also couldn’t help that your mind had started to wonder back to other types of memories. You can’t help as you start to feel yourself get wet, trying to discreetly rub your thighs just to get some kind of friction. Flashbacks of him kissing you, touching you, fucking you...
“What’s wrong?” Eddie’s voice suddenly cuts through your reverie.
“What?” You blink at him in confusion.
“What’s wrong?” He repeats. “You’ve been really quiet today. Distant” he shrugs.
You scoff incredulously; “I've been distant?"
He looks at you nervously when he hears the edge in your tone.
“You’re one to talk, Munson” you continue. “I think that might be the first time you’ve spoken to me in a month without me prompting it first!” you hiss.
You see the hurt in his eyes and almost immediately regret your little outburst. You sigh, taking a moment to try and compose yourself, searching for the right words. It was now or never you supposed. You couldn’t keep going on like this; you guessed now was as good a time as any to try and talk to him.
“Eddie, have you even realised how distant you’ve been with me recently?” You ask him gently. “Like I said, you’ve barley spoken two words to me in a month. You barely even acknowledge my presence, even when I’m sat right beside you. You don’t even look at me properly anymore. You don’t kiss me, you don’t hold me, you don’t touch me” your voice almost cracks with the tears that were threatening to spill.
He looks at you sadly, pain etched on his face.
“I know you’ve needed time to... deal with everything. So have I. But you wont even let me be there for you, you won’t let me help. You’ve been going through it all on your own even though I’m right here. I’ve tried everything I can think of to try and show you that but honestly I don’t know what else to do. I don’t know how else I can help you, and it’s breaking my heart. I just feel so useless. Amongst other things...” you murmur the last line to yourself.
You take another deep breath.
“I just, I- I miss you” you mumble quietly, brining your point to a conclusion.
You look at him sadly, feeling a tear prick your eye. You gently reach out a hand to cup his cheek. You feel him tense slightly before he leans lightly into your touch.
“I’m sorry” he whispers.
He stares into the distance for a moment before taking another deep breath.
“I’ve been neglecting you” he suddenly states, something like defeat lingering in his voice.
“No, no that’s not I meant. I just want to be there for you, I want you to let me be there for you” you try to reassure him quickly.
“Yeah but I closed myself off, didn’t I? And in that process I wasn't there for you either.”
You shrug. That wasn’t exactly your main concern right now but he certainly wasn’t wrong; it was still a pretty big deal to you. Eddie reaches out to grab you, gently lifting you off the bed next to him and guiding you to straddle his lap. You were only wearing his t-shirt and some thin panties, meaning there was not much in the way between your aching pussy and the crotch of his jeans. You try bite back a moan as you feel the roughness of his pants against your cunt, but a small whimper escapes your lips. And Eddie is quick to notice.
“You missed me baby?” He tilts his head to the side as he looks at you.
“Yes, but-“ you were trying to keep on track to get this boy to open up to you but he cuts you off.
“You missed me touching you? You missed these hands?” He hums as he splays his hands over your thigh.
You nod, your hips starting to grind on their own accord. Your mind begins fog, your focus fading as Eddie's hands slide their way up your legs, sending shivers through your body.
“My poor baby, you must be so needy hmm? Just aching to be touched” he taunts.
When his hands reach your hips, running over the waistband of your panties, the last of your resolve crumbles. You nod again and tug on his hair, silently asking him to give you more. And he did. As his left hand finds a hold on your hip, his right hand dips underneath your panties. You whimper as he cups your pussy for a moment before he finally curls two fingers to run between your folds. You practically shiver from the sensation as he rubs his fingers up and down your slit, collecting the wetness that had already pulled there.
“Fuck sweetheart, did I really leave you that desperate? You’re fucking soaked” He groans loudly.
You mewl and nod your head, biting your lip pathetically.
“I was thinking about you” you whisper. “Thinking about how you used to touch me. How you used to fuck me” you nudge his nose with your own as your words come out in a breathy pant.
He groans deeply again as he starts to move his hand further down, his fingers now tracing your entrance,
“Yeah? Were you thinking about how good my fingers feel? Hmm?”
You nod again, bucking your hips against his fingers, effectively humping his hand.
“Yes,” you sigh, “your fingers always felt so good.”
“Yeah?” He taunts as he finally sinks two fingers inside you, both of them slipping in so easy thanks to how wet you were.
He slowly picks up his rhythm, pumping you with his two fingers, curling them in the way he knew drove you crazy.
“This poor pretty cunt of yours hasn’t been used for so long hmm?” He hums as he moves his thumb to start small circles on your clit.
You whimper, hitting an impossibly high pitch as you feel yourself race embarrassingly fast towards a climax.
“I’m so sorry baby” he groans, his lips attaching to your neck, peppering hot kisses across your throat. “I’ll make it up to you” he whispers the promise against your skin.
In the same breath he starts to speed up his movements, his fingers pumping in and out of you rapidly, his thumb swirling around your clit with even more fervour. You swear you almost feel another tear sting your eyes as pleasure courses through your body.
“Oh fuck, yes yes yes yes” you whisper incoherently as your orgasm blinds you, coming on impossibly fast.
The months worth of built up tension melting away as pleasure burns through you, your fingers dig painfully hard into Eddie’s shoulders as your body shakes and convulses. You almost didn’t even care that you’d cum so quickly; if anything it was just a testament to how much you needed this, just how desperate you had been for him.
“That’s my good girl” Eddie hums, kissing along your jaw.
He pumps you slowly a few more times before gently removing his fingers from you. You sigh, completely content in your post orgasmic bliss. But Eddie just smirks up at you.
“I hope you don’t think we're finished, sweetheart. I’ve got a lot of time to make up for” he murmurs between kissing down your throat.
He stops to quickly help you shrug his shirt off your body before he carries on kissing down your chest. He takes a moment to worship your tits, biting and swirling his tongue over each nipple, kissing and sucking hickies into the soft fleshy skin of your breasts. You squirm under his touch, pushing your hips into him, your pussy already aching with need again.
Once he’s finished his assault on your breasts he gently lifts you off him and lays you down on the mattress, flipping the two of you over. He kisses your lips sweetly before his kisses move down your body again. When he reaches your hip bones he hums against your skin, kissing tantalisingly close to where you wanted him, needed him, but not giving in just yet. He yanks your panties down your leg, shucking them off to the floor. Eddie then grabs your legs with his hands, opening you up and spreading you wide in front of him.
“Oh fuck” he groans into the skin of your thigh. “I’ve missed this sight. This pretty little pussy of yours” he kisses up and down your inner thighs. “Gonna worship it like I should’ve been doing ages ago” he promises, placing a kiss to the apex of your thigh.
Without hesitation he dives right into your pussy, his mouth wasting no time in latching onto your clit. You moan and arch your body in response, your head falling back onto the mattress.
“Fuck baby you taste so good” he sighs against your clit. “I’ve missed this taste” he murmurs between kitten licking your swollen clit. “Did you miss my tongue too, sweetheart?”
You can feel him smirk into your cunt as you just answer with a loud moan. You moan even louder when you realise that Eddie himself is humping the mattress, desperately grinding his still clothed crotch against the bed. Pleasuring you had only turned him on even more. Listening to your moans, the sound of his name falling from your lips; it had him aching for some kind of release of his own whilst he tongue fucked you. The sight of it was almost too much to bear. It was so hot watching him hump the bed like that that you feel your second climax race faster to the surface.
“Oh fuck, Eddie” you cry as your second orgasm crashes through you.
You gasp and moan between your laboured breathing, your chest heaving up and down as pleasure racks through you. Your fingers knot into his hair, holding him against you as you fuck yourself against his face, riding out your high. Eddie softly sucks on your clit, drawing out your orgasm for all it was worth. After he feels you start to convulse he finally releases your clit, placing a soft kiss to the inside of your right thigh.
Eddie looks up at you, your wetness glistening his lips and his chin. He gives you a small smile, looking at you as he gently kisses your thighs again. You moan loudly and sit up quickly. You grab the neck of Eddie’s shirt and pull him into you. Your lips crash against his, devouring the taste of yourself on his mouth. He hums a small sound of surprise before he groans, opening his mouth and letting your tongue slide over his. You use the element of surprise to your advantage, flipping Eddie over and pinning him to the bed with your hips.
You keep kissing him but immediately you can start to feel his hesitation. His hands on your hips are no longer pulling you against him but are rather holding you in place, not letting you rut against him like you wanted to. You slow down the kiss, slow down everything, thinking maybe if you just gave him a second you might be able to carry on.
But alas, just as your hands slide down his neck to his chest, rubbing over his shirt, his hands fly up to catch yours and halt their movements. His lips part from yours as he dips his head, his eyes locking on to where his hands held yours in place, almost as if he was afraid if he looked away they’d somehow find a way to those scars he was so desperate to keep hidden.
“Eddie, please...” you plead with him sadly. “It’s okay” you try to reassure him gently. “Just let me in. Let me see” you whisper.
“I can’t,” he breathes shakily, “I just can’t.”
Despite what had just occurred you still hadn’t reached the root of the issue, which mostly revolved around Eddie’s self-esteem issues. He may have touched you again, provided you some release, but you still hadn’t actually got through to him about letting you in, about opening up to you.
You’d gotten so lost in him finally touching you again that you’d missed it for what it actually was.... a distraction.
To be continued...
Part Two
Masterlist
A/N: if anyone was curious, probably not but anyway, this was titled after Imagine Dragons’ song I’ll Make It Up To You which is one of my favourites of theirs! I hope you guys enjoyed this! part two will be posted shortly, stay tuned!! <33
Summary: Eddie’s been self conscious about his body ever since the bat incident in the upside down, so you take it upon yourself to show him just how beautiful he is
Warnings: spoilers for vol.2, fluff, angst, smut, mention of scars, praise kink, body worship, insecure Eddie, bit of sub! Eddie, oral (m receiving), penetrative sex (m+f), minors DNI
A/N: this follows straight on from part one so I’d definitely recommend reading that first, the link is just below! I hope you guys like this <33
Read Part One
This is for people 18+ only. Minors do not read on. By clicking ‘keep reading’ you are hereby agreeing that you are 18 or older.
“Eddie, please...” you plead with him sadly. “It’s okay” you try to reassure him gently. “Just let me in. Let me see” you whisper.
“I can’t,” he breathes shakily, “I just can’t.”
You can feel the tremble in his fingers as they squeeze yours tightly, keeping your hands firmly in place.
“Okay, okay,” you whisper gently, defeat etched on your face.
You untwist your fingers from his shirt, signalling to him you were gonna let go. He swallows a shaky breath, his jaw visibly tensing before he gives you a quick nod and lets go of your hands. You sit back on your heels, your hands folding in your lap. Eddie sighs deeply before pulling himself upright, moving to sit against the headboard. You shuffle forwards, moving between his legs. You see a twinge of fear gloss over his eyes as you move to basically straddle him again.
“Shh, it’s okay” you tell him softy, holding up your hands. “I’m not gonna touch you, I just want to be near you. Is that okay?” You ask gently.
Eddie simply nods but you can see his shoulders relax slightly. You nod back at him and you let your hands fall into your shared lap where his own hands were anxiously playing with one another. You place your hands in his, letting him absent-mindedly play with your fingers instead. You give him a moment before you speak up again.
“Eddie...” you start and you can immediately see the tension settle in his shoulders again.
“Baby, we need to talk about this” you tell him gently, his eyes still refusing to meet yours. “You need to let me in. You need to let me see.”
“See what?” He bluffs weakly.
You let out a small sigh of frustration.
“You know what, Eddie. You’re hiding yourself from me. And I don’t just mean emotionally speaking. You practically run away anytime you need to take your shirt off to change or whatever. You freeze anytime my hands go anywhere your stomach. Jesus, Eddie, you won't even let me just hug you” you croak through the tears that were threatening to spill again.
He just sits there silently, his eyes still firmly trained on where his hands played with yours in his lap.
“Do you think I’m gonna judge you or something?” You ask, hurt twinging your voice.
“No,” he stammers quickly. “No, not intentionally.”
He swallows before he continues, his chest rising and falling with another shaky breath.
"But you won't be able to help it, whether you mean to or not. These... scars...” he was hesitant to even say the word, “they’re hideous, y/n. No matter how much you love me; they’re horrible to look at and I just- I don’t know. I don’t want you to see me any differently because of them.”
“Of course I’m going to see you differently because of them,” you tell him, moving your hands to cup his face. “Those scars mark you as a fucking hero, Eddie Munson. A survivor. A fully certified badass. I mean, I knew those things about you anyway, now we just have proof. Certified proof of how fucking incredible you are,” you stroke his cheeks lightly as you smile softly at him.
You see Eddie swallow hard as a tear leaks down his cheek, which you quickly wipe away with your thumb.
“Eddie, I will never see you as anything other than beautiful,” you tell him earnestly. “Not just because of your pretty looks, which do help,” you laugh softly, eliciting a small smile from Eddie, “but because of who you are. You got that?”
Eddie gives a small nod as he sniffs lightly.
“Good” you whisper, giving him a soft kiss on the nose.
You lean your forehead against his, just holding his face and stroking his cheeks, just letting him take his time. His thumbs start to slowly stroke your hips where he held you. His grip starts loosen as he relaxes a bit, the tension melting from his body slowly.
“Please. Just let me see” you implore him after a few moments, releasing his face and sitting back on your heels again.
Eddie clears his throat and quickly wipes away another tear that had escaped his eye. After a moment’s contemplation he gives you a small nod. You return his nod before gently reaching out to grab the hem of his shirt. You keep your eyes on his, keeping your movements slow and gentle, waiting for any signal in case he changed his mind. You slowly lift up his shirt as he raises his arms to let you pull it over your head. Once it’s off you toss it to the side. But Eddie immediately locks his arms around his body, trying to hide as much of himself as he could.
You have to choke back the sob that threatens to rack through you. Not only at the sight of this beautiful boy so self conscious, but from the small peaks of scars that you could see through the gaps in his arms. You take a deep, steadying breath before you tentatively reach out to touch his arms. You can see his body shake as he takes a deep, trembling breath before he lets you slowly unfold his arms.
His eyes look anywhere but at you as yours rake over his body. Tears well in your eyes as you take in the angry red gashes that tainted his sides. The scars were mostly healed now but you could tell they were deep and permanent. They looked terrifying only in the sense that they evoked the memory of when you’d almost lost him. But there was also an odd comfort in them, a reminder that despite this, despite these scars, he had pulled through. You go to reach out a hand before you stop yourself quickly.
“Is it okay if I...” you trial off, reaching your arm forwards but not touching him yet.
He takes another shaky breath before he nods again, his eyes still not meeting yours. You tentatively reach out your hand, letting your fingers lightly brush one of the scars, your touch feather light. You see as well as feel Eddie tense as your fingers slowly but surely explore the contours of the raised skin.
“Do they still hurt?” You whisper.
“Not really. Not anymore” he shrugs sadly, sniffing as he tries to keep his own tears contained.
Your hands slowly but surely start to roam all over his torso, his sides, his stomach, tracing over the lines and swirls of each scar. You then let your hands slowly travel up his body, across his chest and up further until you were cupping the back of his head, your fingers curling into the hair at the nape of his neck. You gently pull until he turns his face to look at you at last, his sad glossy eyes finally meeting yours.
“Eddie” you whisper sadly, your voice threatening to break with tears. “You’re so beautiful” you tell him earnestly.
His eyes look at you quizzically, his mouth opening as he fumbles to find a response. But you don’t give him the time to.
“You’re so fucking beautiful” you say in a firmer tone.
You start peppering his face with kisses, murmuring soft praises as your lips blaze across his skin, going from his cheeks, to his jaw, to his neck, his throat, collarbones, anywhere you could reach. He lets out the quietest of groans as you kiss him all over.
“But these scars...” he trials off and you can hear the insecurity in his voice. “The scars... they’re...”
“They’re a reminder that you survived, Eddie” you sit back up to look at him. “They’re a reminder that you made it, that you came back to me. That you fought a bunch of fucking supernatural bats and lived to tell the tale. They’re fucking metal, babe,” you laugh softly through your tears.
Eddie returns your chuckle with a small, shy smile; “you think so?”
“Oh yeah, super metal” you nod your head. “Totally rad” you joke with him softly.
The two of you both chuckle lightly and you can feel him slowly start to relax again. When your giggles die down you look at him earnestly again.
“Seriously Eddie, you’re beautiful. And these scars are beautiful simply because they’re a part of you” you tell him as you give the back of his head light scratches with your nails.
You lean forward to press your lips against his. You kiss him softly, letting him warm up to your touch again. Slowly but surely he starts to lean more into the kiss, his lips moving with more enthusiasm against your own. You sigh contently as he kisses you back more fervently, gently pushing his tongue into your mouth. His hands seek out your hips and he pulls you into his lap.
When your bare pussy meets the crotch of his jeans you can feel he’s started to grow hard again. You whine into the kiss as you start to grind down on him, encouraging him to grow even harder. He groans softly into your mouth as his hands move with your hips, helping with your bucking motion.
You kiss him hard for another second before you take your mouth off of his and begin your trial of kisses down his face and neck again. Eddie leans his head back against the headboard, letting you access his neck better. You gently bite, kiss, and suck at his skin, leaving your own marks across his flesh. You listen to the soft and gentle sounds of his whimpers and groans as you mark up his skin, slowly making your way further down his body.
You shift your hips back, arching your body as you kiss further down his chest. As you approach his stomach he starts to tense again, his fingers digging into your waist.
“Wh- what are you doing?” He stammers.
“Shh, it’s okay,” you whisper against his skin, continuing to kiss him. “It’s okay baby. I’ve got you. You’re okay. You’re safe with me,” you murmur gently. “And... you’re... so.... fucking... pretty,” you place a kiss between each word.
When you reach the top of his stomach, just above where the scarring starts, you stop and lift your eyes to meet his again.
“If you want me to stop, just tell me okay?”
He looks at you nervously but nods, letting you continue your movements. You shift on the bed, moving yourself back a bit so you could better reach his stomach. You duck your head again and resume your kisses along his chest. At the same time you let a hand slide up his thigh until you find your mark at his crotch. You palm him gently as you slowly move your lips lower down.
Eddie flinches when your lips first make contact with one of the scars. He tenses briefly but he doesn’t stop you. You can feel and hear his shaky breathes as you gently trace your lips further over his scars, placing the softest of kisses to his skin, your mouth brushing featherlight across his body. You hum gently against his skin, moving your way across his stomach to his other side where more scars adorned his skin.
“You’re so beautiful,” you repeat, murmuring against his body. “Such a pretty, pretty boy.”
He groans softly at your words, his hips starting to buck up into your hand where you were still palming his crotch, feeling him steadily grow fully hard beneath your touch. He lets out a breathy “fuck” as you kiss lower down his stomach, making your way down to his belly button. You kiss across his hip bones, the fabric of his boxers skimming your bottom lip. You raise your eyes to meet his, again just checking in with him. He looks down at you, his bottom lip between his teeth, and nods lightly. You smile and give his lower belly another a quick kiss before you go to undo his jeans.
You unzip his jeans, pulling them off him as he shifts in the bed. You kiss your way up his thighs, enjoying the way he was now squirming under your touch. This boy was just as aching and desperate for touch as you had been. You kiss up his inner thighs until you reach the shorts of his boxers. He’s fully hard now, his dick straining in the confinement of his underwear. You smirk lightly at the wet spot where his pre-cum had leaked. You place a kiss to clothed cock, revelling in the groan that sounded from Eddie. He bucks his hips up again, desperately seeking your mouth, seeking to be free from all this pent up tension.
You sit up lightly as you finally slowly drag his boxers down his legs, shucking them off and tossing them aside. His aching cock springs free, slapping against his stomach. His tip was red and swollen, wet with his pre-cum. Eddie’s hands ball into the sheets at his sides when you lean down and lick a gentle stripe on the underside of his cock, right from the base to his tip.
“Oh fuck,” he whimpers so quietly you almost don’t hear it. “Please, please,” he pants inaudibly.
“Shh baby, it’s okay,” you hum, placing a kiss to his swollen head. “I’ve got you. I’ve got you,” you whisper gently before you take his head into your mouth.
He gasps and shudders at even the smallest sensation of having your mouth on him. You swirl your tongue around his tip, letting it dart into his slit, tasting his pre-cum. Eddie tosses his head back, pushing back against the headboard as he squeezes his eyes shut in pleasure.
You slowly sink your mouth down his length, taking your time to ease him into your mouth. It was more for his sake than yours, you didn’t want to overwhelm him too quickly. You set a slow pace as you bob your head up and down on his dick, letting your tongue flatten against his base as you suck softly. You look up to see Eddie a mess above you; he’s panting, red in the face, his stomach raising and falling rapidly with his heavy breathing, fists balled into the sheets desperately. Fuck, you’d missed seeing him like this.
“Fuck,” he whimpers, running a hand through his hair. “Oh shit, shit your mouth feels so fucking good,” he groans as you steadily increase your speed.
His body coils and tenses as the sensations take over his body. You knew he probably wasn’t going to last long himself, seeing as he was just as touch starved as you had been.
“Wait wait. Stop, please,” he suddenly pants, his hand coming to cup your jaw and gently pull your mouth off him.
You look at him with a silent question in your eyes, worried that this had become too much for him now, that maybe he needed to stop.
“I- I just- I want- want to finish inside you” he whispers breathlessly, his thumb stroking your cheek.
He moves his hand from your cheek to gently cup the back of your neck, pulling you back up towards his face. You smile up at him as you crawl over his body until your lips crash against his again. You both moan into the kiss as his tongue invades your mouth again. He kisses you fervently, breathlessly, his hands flat against your back, pushing you tight against him.
You grind your hips down and feel the tip of his head brushing against your folds. Eddie moves one hand off your body to grab his dick and line it up with your entrance. When you feel his tip push just inside your entrance you sink down onto him, sitting down until he filled you to the brim. Both of you moan sinfully load at the feeling.
“Oh fuck,” Eddie exclaims at the feeling of finally being inside you. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good. Can’t believe I almost forgot how good you feel. So warm and so tight for me” he rambles incoherently, his fingers squeezing your hips roughly.
You moan at his words, your own mind foggy at feeling so full again. So full of him. Eddie throws his head back again, his eyes screwing shut, his mouth twisting. It was as if it was taking every ounce of his self restraint to not blow his load immediately just at the feeling of your warm cunt wrapped around him. You give him a second to compose himself, busying yourself with kissing all over his face and neck, your hands tangling into his hair as you cup the back of his head.
After a moment Eddie’s hands land on your waist, slowly starting to guide you as you rock back and forth on his cock. A string of soft moans and sighs leave the both of you as you gently start to to ride him. He grunts with the effort of restraining himself, trying his best to work you towards another climax before he let himself finish. His eyes bore into yours, watching you intently as you grind onto his cock.
Your eyes search his in return as you slowly bring a hand down his chest. You see his breath hitch and feel him tense again. But he doesn’t stop you; he lets you trail your hand down his chest until you reach his torso, your eyes following the movement of your hand. His hand comes to grab yours suddenly, stopping your movement. You look at him briefly again and see the panic in his eyes, his breathing getting heavier from more than just the effort of fucking up into you.
You look at him gently, trying to convey all your thoughts and emotions through your gaze. I love you. You’re beautiful. You’re safe. We’re okay. You’re beautiful. You’re beautiful. You’re so fucking beautiful.
After a moment he gives you a tiny nod, releasing your hand. You place a quick kiss to his lips before you carry on with your movements. You gently skip your fingers over his stomach, over his sides, feeling the rough bumps of the scars there. You watch the way the skin flexes, rising and falling with his heavy breaths.
You bring your other hand down and gently hold onto his sides, using it to help gain momentum as you pick up your speed. Your fingers skim over the raised skin and you’re careful to keep your grip gentle, not wanting to hurt him or push him too far. Eddie stays tensed for a moment but is quickly lost again in the feeling of you riding him, of being so deep inside you after not having felt your perfect pretty cunt around him for so long.
He tilts his head up to look at you, his nose brushing yours again as your breathes mix.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry for everything” he whimpers in a ramble.
You shake your head at him; “no, it’s okay baby. It’s okay” you whisper back, your hands stroking the back of his neck again.
“I love you, I love you so fucking much” he whines as he tips his head forwards to rest his forehead on yours.
“I know, I love you too Eddie” you smile gently, kissing the tip of his nose.
Eddie’s pace then starts to quicken, his thrusts getting sloppy and desperate. His one hand finds it’s way between your bodies, his fingers feverishly landing on your clit as he starts to rub circles around it. His grunts were getting louder and more frequent, his telltale sign that he was getting close. He was desperately trying to get you closer to your own climax so that you could cum together.
“Please,” he pants incoherently again. “I need to cum... I need you to cum with me... please baby, cum with me... cum with me,” he rambles as he rubs your clit even faster.
Hearing him begging for release sent a fresh surge of arousal through you, your pussy clenching around him.
“Oh fuck,” he cries as you feel him twitch inside you. “Fuck, fuck, holy shit,” he whimpers as he fucks up into you a final few times before you feel his warmth flood your insides.
His trembling fingers keep rubbing your clit fervently, which paired with the sight of him coming undone beneath you, finally tips you over the edge yourself.
“Shit, Eddie,” you squeak as your third orgasm of the night rocks through you.
You and Eddie both shake lightly as he slowly fucks you through your highs. A months worth of pent up anger, stress, sadness, it all washes away as pleasure courses through both your bodies. As you. both slowly start to come down you brush some of the hair out of his face and look down at him softly. His big dark eyes stare back into yours. His eyes are alive, looking at you with awe and adoration, the way he used to look at you.
There, you think to yourself. There you are, there’s the boy I know and love.
You heart swells and you lean forward to give him a gentle and tender kiss, his lips reciprocating your action, moving with a soft fervour against your own. He kisses you for while as the two of you catch your breath, coming down from your climaxes. Eventually he bumps your nose with his, his go to signal that he was gonna move to get the two of you cleaned up. He helps lift you off him and gently places you back onto the bed beside you. He flashes a soft smile before he gets up and heads to the bathroom, grabbing a fresh pair of boxers on his way.
You hear water run as he gives himself a quick rinse down before he comes back to the bedroom, boxers back on and a wet towel in hand. As he makes his way back over to you he scoops up the shirt he’d been wearing and a small flare of fear shoots through you. No, he’s going to hide from me again, cover himself up.
But instead Eddie sits next to you on the bed, guiding you to lift up your arms so that he could drape the shirt over your body. He pulls the shirt down your torso and gives you a quick boop on the nose. You feels tears spring in your eyes again, but this time, they were tears of joy. He wasn’t hiding from you anymore.
Eddie quickly but thoroughly wipes you down, cleaning your skin from where both yours and his cum had stained it. He strokes your skin softly with his other hand, following the trail of where he cleaned you with the towel. This, this was the Eddie you knew. The soft and tender boy who was always so lovingly gentle and considerate, so heartbreakingly intimate regardless of how hard he’d fucked you in the past. Once he’s finished cleaning you up he strokes down your nose with his little finger, another signature Eddie move, before he gets up to toss the towel into the laundry basket.
He comes back to the bed again, this time grabbing you a fresh pair of panties from the drawer for you to sleep in. He slips them on you, guiding them up your legs and over your hips. He kisses each of your hips tenderly before he climbs into the bed next to you and lies down on his back. You lie down next to him gingerly, careful not to touch his torso. You were still cautious of not pushing him past his limit.
But not a second later his arm reaches out for you and pulls you against his body. You smile into his chest as his arm wraps around you, his fingers playing lightly up and down your back. The two of you lie in comfortable silence for a while. His hand stroking your back, your fingers dancing across his chest lightly.
“I didn’t even realise just how much I missed this” Eddie hums quietly after a moment. “You were right here beside me this whole time but I was miles away.”
You don’t answer him save for turning your head to place another kiss to his tummy.
“I’m sorry” he croaks and you can hear that he was close to tears again.
You shake your head as you twist to look up at him.
“I was never looking for an apology Eddie. I just wanted you back.”
He gives a small nod before he leans up to place a quick kiss to your forehead.
“I’m here,” he whispers, “I’m here now.”
You kiss his chest and let your fingers trace over his scars once again, content that he was no longer flinching from the touch, no longer hiding from you.
You give him a small smile; “I know.”
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A/N: as if I was originally gonna put both parts into one fic, that shit would’ve been ridiculously long!! anyways I really hope you guys liked this, both parts took me a looong time to write so yeah I really hope you guys enjoyed them <33
Pairing: Steve Harrington x (female) Reader x Eddie Munson
Summary: hooking up with your boyfriend Steve at a party when Eddie accidentally walks in and, well, one thing leads to another…
Warnings: alcohol consumption but everyone’s still aware enough to consent, smut, mean dom Steve, soft dom Eddie, semi-public sex I guess?, fingering, threesome (m+m+f), penetrative sex (m+f), anal sex (m+f), degradation kink / name-calling, one mildly sexist dirty talk comment??, praise kink, manhandling, hair pulling, choking, orgasm denial / delay, minors DNI
A/N: title is from Rock the Night by Europe bc I was listening to it whilst I wrote this lmao! anyways yeah I hope you guys have fun with this one, I certainly did writing it <33
p.s. just to forewarn you this is kinda long, but I promise it’s worth it!!
This is for people 18+ only. Minors do not read on. By clicking ‘keep reading’ you are hereby agreeing that you are 18 or older.
You moan into Steve’s mouth as his hands run up your thighs, edging towards the hem of your skirt. Your hands tangle into the soft curls of hair at the back of his neck, pulling lightly. Steve chuckles softly against your lips.
“So needy” he teases as he moves his lips to kiss across your jaw. “So desperate you wanna get off right here, on the floor of this random bedroom, where anyone from this lame party could walk in and see at any moment?” He teases you as his hands slide further up your thighs, moving to cup your ass and pull you closer to him.
You were both currently sat on the floor at the foot of the bed, lounging on a pile of cushions that had been left there. It hadn’t taken two seconds for you and your boyfriend to take your seats and begin making out heavily once you’d found the empty room, not even bothering to lock the door behind you.
You just moan and pull his hair again to answer his question. You arch your back, pushing your tits closer to his face as his lips trail down your neck. You gasp lightly when you feel one of Steve fingers run across your panties, pushing lightly into your slit, not enough for you to really feel anything, but enough to tease you and get your head spinning from more than just the alcohol you’d consumed. You buck your hips forward, pushing against Steve’s hand.
It’s then that you hear the sound of the door opening.
“Oh shit, sorry! My bad” someone slurs as they stumble through the door, beer spilling onto the floor.
You look up only to be met with the dark round eyes of your best friend. Eddie.
Eddie stares wide eyed, taking in the scene in front of him. You and Steve on the floor, your skirt hitched up, with Steve’s hand beneath it, between your legs.
You and Eddie both open your mouths to say something. But your speech is cut short when another loud moan escapes you, caused by Steve brazenly pushing his fingers against your clit. You gasp and mewl as your hips involuntarily rut against Steve’s hand as he rubs your clit through your panties, your wetness soaking through the thin fabric.
Steve just continues his movements, watching as you pathetically hump his hand, unable to help yourself. All the while you and Eddie keep your eyes locked on each other. Eddie stares at you with his mouth hanging open, completely mesmerised by the scene in front of him. The view of you rutting and humping, so desperate for friction you didn’t even care that your friend was there watching as this all went down.
“You like what you see?” Steve taunts Eddie darkly.
Eddie stammers awkwardly. Of course he liked what he saw. It was only his dream every single night, to see you like this. Granted in his dreams it was usually his hand between your legs, but he guessed this was the next best thing.
“Dude, if you think she looks good you should see how fucking good she feels” Steve carries on, seemingly unfazed by the fact that there was another man watching as he touched you. “So wet and warm, always so tight no matter how many times I’ve fucked her” Steve smirks.
Both you and Eddie moan softly at Steve’s words.
“You wanna come see for yourself, Munson? Feel for yourself?” Steve removes his hand from you, leaning back casually against the foot of the bed.
You whine and look at Eddie desperately, saddened by the loss of touch, your aching pussy grinding against nothing.
Eddie looks rapidly back and forth between you and Steve, unsure of the proposition. You knew Eddie liked you; you’d been friends forever and you could just sense it. And honestly, if it wasn’t for Steve, you probably would be with Eddie. You couldn’t deny that you’d thought about similar scenarios with him on quite a few occasions, despite dating Steve.
“I- are you sure man?” Eddie narrows his eyes at Steve.
Steve looks over to you; “if she’s okay with it.”
You look back at Eddie, at how his eyes were drinking in the sight of you. You were fairly certain you could see the beginning of a tent in his ripped jeans. You keep your eyes on Eddie as you sit up on your knees. You then slowly drag your hands down your body, over your breasts, pulling your tight shirt down until there was very little left to the imagination. You trail your fingers down your thighs until you reach the hem of your skirt. You grab the hem and slowly pull it up your body, flashing your panties at Eddie, who’s eyes remain completely transfixed by your every move.
“Please” you whisper.
And that was all the motivation Eddie needed. He slams the door behind him, locking it quickly. He puts his beer bottle down on the desk and practically knee slides over to you on the floor.
One of his hands cups the back of your neck, the warmth of your flushed skin contrasting against the cold metal of Eddie’s rings. Eddie’s other hand goes to cup your throbbing pussy, rubbing over your mound teasingly. You moan pathetically again.
“Eddie please” you whimper. “Touch me.”
“Needy little thing, isn’t she?” Steve taunts.
“Mmm” Eddie hums his agreement as he palms your pussy a little harder, causing you to whine and pout your lips.
Eddie smirks as he takes his hand and finally tucks it under your panties, two of his fingers finding their way between your folds. You shiver and gasp softly as his fingers run along your slit.
“Oh fuck, she’s so wet” Eddie groans.
Steve lets out cocky scoff.
“I know, she’s been fucking needy all night” Steve leans towards you as he speaks, uttering the last line right against your earlobe; “it’s pathetic.”
Eddie just groans again as he gathers your slick. Your body arched forwards, your hands landing on Eddie’s shoulders to steady yourself. Your eyes almost roll into the back of your head when you feel Eddie’s finger breach your entrance, pushing inside you gently. You moan again and focus your lust-blown eyes on Eddie’s.
“Yeah, you feeling a lil needy sweetheart?” Eddie coos softly as he continues to watch your face. “This what you’ve been wanting?” He tilts his head at you as his finger pushes deeper inside you, his knuckle brushing against your entrance.
You pout your lips and nod. You certainly had been needy all night, pestering Steve until he’d finally snapped and slammed you into the nearest empty room. You’d thought you’d be spending the night with Steve’s fingers inside you. You’d never imagined your secret wet dream of having Eddie fuck you would ever actually come true. And yet here you were, with Eddie’s finger so deep in your pussy you could feel the kiss of his rings against your hole.
You let out another moan as you revel in the moment, your literal wet dream coming true. Your thighs tremble as they hold you up, your hips bucking as you grind against Eddie’s hand. Eddie clocks your desperation and decides to take mercy on you.
“Don’t worry sweetheart, I’ve got you” he hums, pushing another finger inside you.
You lurch forward at the sensation, your legs almost buckling, but Eddie holds you steady by the back of your neck.
“This feel good baby?” Eddie asks just as he brings his thumb to brush against your clit.
You gasp at the extra sensation, biting your lip to stop yourself from moaning loud enough for the rest of the party to hear you. Your hips start to hump Eddie’s hand even faster, racing your way towards a climax which you’d been so desperately chasing all evening.
You chance a look over to Steve to see him watching you intently. You moan and almost cum right then when you notice Steve palming himself through his jeans as he watches Eddie finger-fuck you.
“You’re close, huh, princess?” Steve questions as he keeps palming himself. “Eddie making you feel good with his fingers hmm?”
There’s a wicked edge in Steve’s voice that almost unnerves you. You just stare at Steve, nodding lightly as you carry on fucking yourself onto Eddie’s expert fingers, your body so close to release.
“Good” Steve smirks evilly. “Stop” he says flatly.
Both your hips and Eddie’s fingers falter in their motions as you both whip your heads to look at Steve.
“I said, stop” Steve commands slowly, emphasising each word.
Eddie obeys swiftly, his fingers stopping their motions and pulling out of you. Your climax retreats, your body feeling empty and aching with need. You whine, something akin to a cry, tears almost welling your eyes as you’re left feeling even more needy and desperate than you were to begin with.
Steve sits up to lean his face close to yours.
“You’re not getting off that easy baby, not after you’ve been bugging me all evening” he taunts. “You wanna whine and beg like a slut all evening? Well now you’re gonna get exactly what you want princess; you’re gonna get fucked like the little slut you are” he seethes through his teeth.
Your pussy clenches over nothing at the promise.
“We’re gonna show Eddie here just what a filthy whore you are” Steve adds savagely as he begins to undo his jeans, opening the zip but not freeing himself just yet.
“You sure about this man?” Eddie questions.
“You’ve been wanting to fuck her for ages, right?” Steve shrugs. “Well, now’s your chance.”
Steve grabs the back of his shirt and pulls it off him in one fluid motion, in the way he knows drives you wild.
Eddie looks to you quickly; “are you sure about this baby?”
Instead of answering him you just close the gap between the two of you and push your lips against his. You both moan into the kiss, your mouths opening up to each other almost immediately. Your hands paw at the hem of his shirt, signalling to him you wanted it off. He obliges quickly and tosses it to the side. You moan again as you feel his soft skin underneath your hands as they wondered all over his torso. Eddie’s hands cup your neck, his fingers caressing the back of your head, leaving you no room to move. Eddie almost didn’t care about anything or anyone else, in this moment he simply wished to keep your lips on his forever.
You then feel another pair of hands snake around your waist. Steve’s hands tug on your shirt, pulling it up and untucking it from your skirt. A small whine escapes you as you have to part ways with Eddie’s lips when Steve lifts your shirt over your head.
“Holy shit” Eddie groans quietly.
It’s then that you remember you hadn’t worn a bra tonight and it was your bare chest that was now staring Eddie in the face.
“She’s got nice tits huh?” Steve says almost proudly.
“Hell yeah man” Eddie practically grins.
“Go on, feel them. They’re fucking perfect” Steve smirks.
Eddie dives towards you again, his lips recapturing yours. But now his hands palm your tits, kneading and pinching them, learning their shape. You whine into Eddie’s mouth when he pinches your nipples between his fingers. You can feel the smirk on his lips.
“You’re so fucking beautiful” Eddie moans into your mouth.
You grip Eddie’s hair, your body arching up against his chest. Behind you you feel the rough fabric of Steve’s jeans rubbing against your ass. His hands on your hips pull you back against the tent at his crotch. Steve’s hands then hike up your skirt, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties. You have to pull away from Eddie momentarily as Steve pulls your panties down your legs. Eddie helps to support your torso as you shift your weight on each leg, letting Steve pull the underwear completely off you and tossing them aside to where their two shirts were.
Your hands rake down Eddie’s stomach, leaving red marks in their wake. You undo his belt and the zip to his jeans, palming him through his boxers, feeling how hard he already was for you. Eddie smirks softly at you as you look up at him doe-eyed. He pushes his jeans and boxers down his thighs, freeing his already leaking cock. You instinctively moan at the sight of it. You subconsciously noted that he was similar in size to Steve, if not a bit thicker. You were about to reach for him when Eddie’s hands grab your hips and pull you forwards, your body ending up flush against his. You gasp at the sudden move, but your gasp is quick to turn into a moan when you feel Eddie's cock between your thighs, resting just below where you were so desperately craving him.
Behind you Steve continues to let his hands roam over your body, just letting Eddie have his moment with you first. Eddie slides a hand around your back, keeping you steady. His other hand grabs his cock, guiding it through your folds to gather the wetness that and gathered there. Eddie moans softly as he feels your warmth and your wetness. You buck your hips again, grinding along his cock, overwhelmed with the absolute dizzying need for your pussy to be touched, to be filled.
Finally, Eddie’s tip lines up with your entrance. A high pitched whimper escapes your throat as he slowly sinks inside you. There’s a small burn that mixes with the deep ache inside your cunt as his girth stretches you out.
“Oh fuck. Shit” Eddie whimpers as he pushes in further. “Shit, she’s so tight” he pants, he’s eyes screwing shut, his head tossed back as he revels in the feeling of you.
“Told ya” Steve scoffs as he moves his hand to palm your ass cheek roughly. "No matter how many times I fuck her like the whore she is she still feels tight as a virgin. Like fucking heaven huh?” Steve looks over your shoulder at Eddie.
“Yes, fuck” Eddie groans again as he slowly starts to move his hips, building up a thrusting motion.
Your nails dig into his bare shoulders as you fight to keep yourself upright. Just as you’d managed to steady yourself you feel the head of Steve’s cock brush against your ass, his tip just pushing in between your cheeks. You whimper, feeling Steve’s pre-cum spread over your tight hole as he rubs against it. You hear Steve spit before you feel the warmth of it between your cheeks as he lubricates himself and your ass. The next thing you feel is Steve’s hand pulling open your cheeks, the head of his cock pushing slightly harder against your hole as he prepares to enter you. You crash forwards with the force of Steve pushing you from behind, falling into Eddie’s chest.
“Shhh it’s okay. You can take him sweetheart” Eddie hums softly against your head, his hands rubbing over your back soothingly.
You cry out, your fingers digging painfully into Eddie’s flesh as Steve finally breaches your hole. Your body shakes, both pain and pleasure flaring through you, as Steve slowly pushes himself as deep as he could inside you. He grunts as he sinks himself into you to the hilt.
“You’re doing so good baby” Eddie murmurs against your head. “Just relax, we’ve got you” he continues to stroke your back, rubbing small circles into your skin.
Eddie keeps still for a moment, letting you adjust as Steve slowly starts to thrust into you. He grunts with each thrust, his hands palming your ass cheeks roughly. After a few thrusts the pain starts to subside and you feel your body become alight with pleasure again, feeling so deliciously full having both men inside you.
You let out a choked gasp when you feel Steve’s hand wrap around your throat, pulling you off Eddie’s chest and into his. Your back arches awkwardly as Steve holds you against him. Eddie finally takes the opportunity to pick up his thrusts again, pushing in and out of you in time with Steve. Steve’s hand cups your throat, his index finger pushing against your chin, tilting it up towards the ceiling.
“How’d you feel now princess? Stuffed full of cock like the slut you are. Is this what you so desperately wanted, hmm?” Steve seethes against your earlobe.
You just whimper in response, your lower lip trembling. Steve barks a harsh laugh.
“Look at you, so cock drunk you can’t even answer me.”
You cry out as Steve slams hard into you, both him and Eddie starting to pick up the pace. Your body practically goes slack between them, their arms and their bodies being the only things holding you up as they both fuck into you. Steve grunts and groans loudly as he pounds you. It was sounds you’d heard a thousand times before but still never tired of.
But Eddie... Eddie on the other hand... He was whimpering and moaning; soft noises you’d never have imagined would leave the mouth of your metalhead best friend. Let alone the fact that those soft sweet noises were because he was balls deep inside your aching pussy.
Eddie leans forward, his head dipping so he could latch his lips to your neck. You sigh contently at the gentle feeling of his lips kissing all over your neck and your shoulders, your collarbones, anywhere he could get around where Steve’s hand still held your throat.
“Mmmm you’re being so good for us sweetheart, taking both our cocks like a good girl” Eddie murmurs against your skin as he kisses along your shoulder and across your left collarbone.
“More like a good little slut” Steve hisses sharply, moving his hand up to grab your jaw between his fingers.
Steve twists your head to the side, forcing you to look back at him. His fingers dug painfully into your cheeks, your lips pursed awkwardly as he looked down at you with a wicked gleam in his eyes.
“Hmm?” Steve taunts you dangerously. “One cock just wasn’t gonna to be enough for you huh? You needed both of us to fill you up, greedy little thing aren’t you?” His fingers squeeze your cheeks on his last sentence.
You whimper pitifully as you look up at him with pleading eyes.
“I didn’t quite catch that” Steve mocks. “I said,” he seethes through gritted teeth, “you’re a greedy little thing, aren’t you?”
For emphasis he slams his hips against your ass with extra force, causing your legs to almost buckle as you whimper again. Thank gods you were so securely wedged between the boys’ bodies that there was no way you could fall. You were fairly certain your legs weren’t holding your own weight up at this point anyway.
You manage to nod your head lightly, despite Steve’s hand still cupping your jaw like a vice.
“Y-y-yes” is all you manage to whisper with a shaky breath.
Steve just huffs a satisfied grunt at your answer, roughly letting go of your jaw. With Steve’s hand no longer there to support your head you let yourself fall forwards against Eddie, your face resting on his chest, your fingers clinging desperately to his shoulders again as you tried to keep yourself upright. You knew Eddie would have scratch marks lasting a week down his back after this as you clawed at him.
Eddie’s arm that’s wrapped around your torso holds you tighter, pulling you closer against his chest, leaving you no room to slip. Eddie’s other hand gripped your hip, his thumb stroking small, reassuring circles against your skin. Eddie’s hands were soft and comforting against your body, they were steadying and grounding whilst your mind and body was spinning from all the sensations. Alternatively, Steve’s hands were as rough and as brutal as his thrusts as he gripped your body.
Steve then grabs the back of your neck again. He lifts your head up off Eddie’s shoulders, getting your attention back on him, your head twisted awkwardly as you try to look back at Steve. His eyes are aflame with wickedness as you feel his other hand slowly snake it’s way up your body, trailing from your hips, to your belly button, then up the centre of your stomach, up to just below your breasts. Steve’s hand then travels even higher, up your chest, until eventually he finds his mark at your neck.
Steve’s fingers wrap around your throat. You wheeze a small moan before you feel him start to apply pressure, his fingers squeezing your neck.
“Look at me” Steve commands, pulling harshly on your hair, tilting your face up to look at him. “I want you to look at Eddie as you cum. I want him to see your face as you cum over both our cocks like the dirty whore you are” he smiles wickedly.
Your mouth opens in a silent cry as his other hand tightens even further around your throat. At the same time Eddie’s hand moves from your hip, sliding down your body until his fingers found your clit. A shuddering whimper bubbles in your throat as your body reels with pleasure, the sensations almost becoming overwhelming. Your whimper almost sounds like more like a sob, tears stinging your eyes as you look up to ceiling, as if you’d find help there.
“Come on baby, cum for us” Eddie leans forward to nose your cheek, his breath fanning over your face.
“I can’t- it’s too- too much” you cry, your entire body on fire.
Steve yanks your hair again, forcing your eyes back to him.
“Too bad” he whispers wickedly. “You will cum for us” he grunts even as his own thrusts start to falter.
“Yes you can, you can do it sweetheart” Eddie whispers against your cheek. “Cum for us, baby.”
Eddie’s fingers moved faster against your clit as he spoke, bringing you right to the precipice of pleasure. Steve looks at your face and knows you’re right there, right about to tip over into your climax.
“That’s it baby, show Eddie here how fucking hot you look when you cum. Let him hear how good you sound” Steve growls.
At the last second Steve releases the grip on your neck, oxygen finally flowing back through you. He carries on holding the back of your head with his other hand, holding your head up, like you were a doll on display; keeping your head in place so Eddie would have the perfect view of your face as you fell apart.
“Oh fuck” your barely manage to choke out as the waves of pleasure finally crash through your body.
Your entire body shakes and convulses, your pussy and your thighs clenching with each roll of pleasure. Your eyes look pleadingly at Eddie as you completely unravel, your mouth open, jaw slack, pathetic gurgled moaning being the only sound leaving your lips.
“Doesn’t she look fucking perfect?” Steve grunts as he keeps rutting into you. “Feels so fucking good when her pussy squeezes you doesn’t it?” He taunts Eddie.
“Shit, man” Eddie’s eyes screw shut as his hips stutter. “Oh fuck, she feels fucking incredible” Eddie moans, his eyes heavily lidded as he tries desperately to keep looking at you.
The feeling of your pussy tightening around him paired with Steve’s filthy words were finally enough to tip Eddie over the edge too. Your pussy continues to clench around Eddie as you feel his cock twitch. You moan again as you feel Eddie’s warmth flood inside you, a loud grunt falling from his lips. Eddie’s hips push hard against you, pushing as deep as he could inside you. The position has you rutting your hips back further against Steve, whose hips slowly start to stutter as he approaches his own climax.
Steve gives a final loud grunt as he too finally climaxes. His fingers dig roughly into your skin and you knew you’d have bruises to show for it the next day. You lift one arm up and wrap it around Steve’s head, twisting your fingers in his hair as he ruts through his orgasm.
Their paces may have slowed but both boys continue to slowly thrust into you, even as they both came inside you. You could feel your cunt get sticky as Eddie essentially fucks his cum back out of you with long and deep thrusts. You can feel a mixture of both yours and Eddie’s fluids leak down your thighs.
Once everyone had ridden out their highs the boys finally stop their movements, just staying still for a moment as you all caught your breath. Eddie’s hands go back to stroking your back as you slump against him again.
“Good girl” he whispers. “You did so well for us.”
Steve scoffs harshly and places a slap to your ass, causing your body to jolt.
“You satisfied now hmm?” He teases. “Feeling all good and fucked out?”
You just nod your head pathetically in response.
“Good” he smirks.
It’s then that you feel Steve placing soft kisses up your back. You should be taken aback by the sudden tenderness but you knew that this is just what Steve was like. He could be mean and cruel whilst fucking you, but afterwards he was always soft and sweet with you. It was one of the many things you loved about him.
“Come on baby, let Eddie and I clean you up hmm?” Steve kisses the back of your right shoulder.
You again just nod, not having the energy or strength to do much else.
“Don’t worry sweetheart, we’ll take care of you. We’ve got you” Eddie reassures you gently.
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A/N: hehe sorry for how long it is but also not sorry bc I hope you enjoyed it!! <33
Summary: grinding on Eddie until he cums in his pants, there’s no real plot here tbh
Warnings: smut, dry humping, sub Eddie, minors DNI
A/N: based on this ask from my darling 💀🦄 anon! they sent me this ask and I just had to write to something, I literally churned this out in like half an hour once I got going with it so thank you sm for the inspo!! I hope you all like it <3
This is for people 18+ only. Minors do not read on. By clicking ‘keep reading’ you are hereby agreeing that you are 18 or older.
“Fuck” Eddie groans into your mouth. “I’ve been wanting you… all… fucking… day” he whispers between kissing you.
You smirk into the kiss as the two of haphazardly make your way towards Eddie’s bedroom, desperately trying to keep your lips together as you stumble through the trailer.
The two of you giggle lightly as you crash through his door, Eddie quickly slamming it shut behind you. He all but throws you onto the mattress and jumps straight on top of you, wasting no time in pressing his lips back against yours. His hips slot between yours and he starts to grind into you. You could feel how hard he was even through his jeans as he rubs his crotch between your legs. He groans and grunts into the kiss, his lips moving just as fervently as his hips. He really had been desperate for you all day, that was plain to see.
Eddie slides his hands down your sides, reaching under your skirt. But before he has the opportunity to do anything else you flip the two of you over, pushing Eddie down on his back. He looks up at you with a mixture of awe and confusion as you sit up, your hips settling over his. He moves to sit up himself, to bring his face back to yours, but you simply push him back down with a light tut.
He smirks up at you, thinking he knew where this was going.
“Oh you wanna ride me do ya?” He asks cockily. “Well, be my guest babygirl” he hums.
Eddie leans back against he mattress, relaxing as he thought you were about to take care of him. He starts to undo his belt buckle, but hesitates for a moment when he sees your face. You tilt your head at him, a sinister smirk of your own painting your face.
“Hmm not quite” you taunt as you grab his hands, stilling his movements.
He looks at you with confusion as you pull his hands away, placing them on your thighs that rested on either side of his hips.
You keep your eyes on his and slowly start to buck your hips back and forth, pushing down as you did so, grinding hard against the tent in Eddie’s pants.
“Oh fuck” he hisses, his hands squeezing your thighs. “W- what are you doing?” He asks, his voice strained.
You don’t answer him save for a small giggle, you just keep humping him, your body rocking against his. You rest one hand on his stomach, using it for balance and momentum as you increase your speed.
“Shit, shit” Eddie groans, one of his hands moving to run through his hair.
You revel in the tremble you can see in his fingers, you can feel him shaking slightly underneath you. It just turns you on even more, spurring on your movements. You knew he’d been horny for you all day, he’d told you as much. And you knew because of that he wasn’t going to last long. But you were having too much fun to care. Watching him like this, a complete puddle under your touch, was almost just as good, if not better, than letting him help get you off as well.
“Fuck baby stop” he begs, his hands running up your thighs to grab at your hips desperately.
“Uh uh” you tut, grabbing his hands again and pulling them off you. “No touching, Munson. You keep your hands where I left them” you command huskily, returning his grip to just above your knees.
“Baby please” he groans, his eyes screwing shut, his face contorting.
If you didn’t know any better you’d think he was in pain.
“Stop, stop. Please stop” he pants. “If you don’t stop I- I’m… fuck… uh… I’m gonna cum in my fucking pants” he whines between his sinful moans.
You hum in satisfaction; “maybe that’s exactly what I want, babyboy.”
“Oh fuck” he practically cries, throwing his head back once again.
You giggle again and increase your speed even more, humping him with everything you had. You even let yourself moan, relishing the feeling of his hard clothed cock grinding against your pussy. Your fingers dig into his stomach where your hand was splayed there, supporting yourself as you continue to buck against him. One of his hands move to hold that hand of yours, his fingers still trembling as he held onto you.
“Seriously, I’m not… not gonna last” he rambles breathlessly.
At that you lean forwards, keeping up your grinding motion as you bring your face dangerously close to his.
“Good” you whisper against his lips before quickly sitting back up and grinding harder into him.
“Shit shit shit” he mumbles incoherently. “Oh fuck, fuck… fuck…oh…” his voice pitches in tone and his fingers dig into you even harder.
With a final loud grunt and pathetic whimper you feel his body go rigid beneath you as he reaches his climax. A string of incoherent and barely audible profanities fly from his mouth as the pleasure courses through his body. You moan in satisfaction when you feel the warmth beneath your pussy, the wetness of his cum as it seeps through his jeans. His chest rises and falls heavily, his fingers squeezing yours so tight it hurt. He practically shudders as you keep humping him, milking out his orgasm, slowing down just enough to keep him the place of pleasure without overstimulating him too much.
“Fuck!” Eddie swears loudly once he starts to come down.
He sits up on his elbows and looks at you with wide eyes, his face flushed and sweaty. You just chuckle to yourself, so unbelievably pleased with yourself that you’d just managed to get this boy to cum in his pants just by grinding on him. Not to mention how wet it had made you, your pussy was aching and desperate for your own release. He just looked so fucking good like this, putty in your hands, breathing raggedly, his hair a mess, his face clammy, his fingers still trembling. All of this, looking so incredibly fucked out, and you hadn’t even actually fucked him.
Your reverie is broken and you squeak in surprise when Eddie suddenly flips you over, pinning your body down into the mattress. You barely have time to acknowledge the change of positions when you feel his hand dive straight between your legs. His pushes his fingers through your panties, the thin fabric brushing against your clit as he quickly starts to rub small circles. Your hips involuntarily buck up into his touch, craving the same release you’d just provided for him.
“Eddie wh-“ you moan but he cuts you off with sinister smirk of his own.
“Shhh, I’m simply returning the favour. Now it’s your turn to cum in your pants.”
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A/N: yikes I’ve genuinely never been so horny over my own work before asdfghjkl I am fucking wet lmaoooo! um yeah I hope you guys liked this!! <3
Summary: being reunited with your lover, Morpheus, after he’d been captured for nearly a century
Warnings: angst, smut, tiny bit of dry humping I guess?, oral (f receiving), fingering, penetrative sex (m+f), multiple orgasms, minors DNI
A/N: here we are adding another pale emo boy to my never ending list of men I’d like to fuck lmao! title is of course from Sweet Dreams by Eurythmics! I hope you guys like this <33
p.s. this was not properly proofread bc I was in a rush to post it before I left for holiday so I’m so sorry for any spelling and grammar mistakes, hopefully it’s still readable lmao
This is for people 18+ only. Minors do not read on. By clicking ‘keep reading’ you are hereby agreeing that you are 18 or older.
“Here’s here! He’s back!” Lucienne pants as she barges through your door, or what was left of it at least.
You sit upright from where you were lying on the bed.
“What?” You squeak.
“He’s back. Morpheus. He’s here. He’s back at last,” she smiles at you, elation and sadness both mixing in her eyes.
You waste no time in following her, the two of you running through the ruins of your once beautiful castle until you reached the throne room. Your breathing fast and shallow, your heart pounding ferociously in your chest.
“Morpheus!” You all but sigh in relief as you finally lay your eyes on your lover.
He was standing by his throne, one hand rested on its back, dressed in his usual dark attire. For a moment your breath hitches in your throat. For a moment it was almost as if he’d never left, as if he’d been there, where he belonged, all this time. But your reverie is quickly broken when you feel the pang in your chest, the pain as it hit you again just how long your lover had been kept from you.
“My love,” he calls back quietly, his tone as serious and calm as it ever was.
He descends the stairs slowly, making his way towards you. You didn’t have it in you to be as calm and reserved as him. You raced towards him, closing the the distance between you as quickly as you could. You almost don’t stop when you reach him, you just crash into him. Your arms fling desperately around his neck, pulling him down into you. His hands snake around your waist and pull you flush against him, his palms flattening against your body, his fingers digging into your back.
You bury your face into his chest, titling upwards to nuzzle against his neck. He buries his own face into your neck, the warmth of his breath tickling your skin, making your hair stand on end. Your hands wander up his neck, moving to run through his hair, tugging it tightly, afraid that if you let go he’d somehow disappear again. You’re so lost in the moment, of having Morpheus back in your arms, you almost completely forget about Lucienne until she clears her throat lightly.
“I’ll, er, let you have some time alone,” she murmurs.
Morpheus raises his head slightly to nod an acknowledgment at her. As soon as she’s exited the throne room you tug him down by his hair, crashing his lips against yours. You both moan desperately into the kiss as your mouth greedily devours his, as if you could somehow make up for a century of having his lips parted from yours.
You didn’t need to talk, to say anything. There were no words to comprehend this moment. Instead you let all your feelings pass to him though your lips; a century of torment parted from your lover, a century of aching for him, of feeling so empty and incomplete. ‘I missed you’ simply wasn’t enough.
You moan softly again as you push your body against his even harder, arching your back and curving yourself into him. You feel a gentle smile tug at Morpheus’ lips as his hands hold you even tighter against him. Your hands move to tug at his long coat, pushing it off his shoulders. He lets the coat slip off his body before he presses into you even harder than before, walking you back a few paces.
You gasp in surprise against his lips when you feel something hit the back of your knees. You twist your head to suddenly see a magnificently large bed placed behind you. The sheets were black silk, it’s frame made from darkest of brown woods, gothic twists and turns carved into it’s structure.
It was beautiful. It was Morpheus.
“I almost forgot how much I missed that trick,” you smirk, referring to Morpheus’ ability to manipulate everything around you in the dreamworld.
Morpheus just hums deeply against your lips, his fingers digging into your hips as he tilts you further backwards, gently lying you down on the grand bed. He moves to kneel at the edge of the mattress, pausing briefly to slip off his black t-shirt and toss it to the floor. You feel your heart flutter with a mix of pain and excitement as your eyes take in the sight of his pale torso. He looked exactly the same, exactly as you remembered him. The nostalgic familiarity of his body causes a flood of emotions to surge through you, a tear blinking in your eye.
Morpheus notices your tears as he leans down over you, positioning himself above you, his hips against yours. He shushes you gently, bringing a hand to cup your face, his thumb swiping at your fallen tears.
“Shh, I’m here now, my love. I’m here,” he whispers before kissing you gently again.
Suddenly the messy urgency of before dissipates, melting into a languid and lazy kiss, as if the two of you had all the time in the world. Your hands roam over his torso, revelling in the smooth skin you hadn’t touched for a century. You feel the soft contours of his body, the ripple of his muscles as he holds himself above you. You scratch your nails down his stomach, eliciting a deep groan from Morpheus. You stop your movement just short of the small trial of dark hairs on his lower abdomen, sliding your hands back up his body until they clasped around the back of his neck once again.
As Morpheus kisses you his body starts to slowly rut against yours. You can feel the buckle of his belt dig into your lower belly as he grinds himself on top of you. Another moan passes your lips when you feel how hard he is; his cock straining against his dark jeans and poking between your thighs. You shiver and whimper when he moves his hips further forwards, pushing against your clothed pussy, providing the tiniest amount of friction.
Your hips buck up into the movement, humping him just as fervently as he was humping you. Your back arches, your covered chest pushing against his bare one. Slowly the urgency and desperation from before starts to creep back into your kiss, into your bodies. His mouth starts to attack yours more hungrily again, his lips moving faster and more greedily against your own. Your hands tug on his hair again, silently pleading him for more. His hands run down your body, grabbing at your hips and giving them an almost painful squeeze.
“Morpheus please,” you whisper. “I need you,” you whine, pushing your hips up against his for emphasis. “I need you to fuck me.”
He groans deeply again at your words, his fingers almost trembling where they held onto your hips. His eyebrows furrow, his face twisting in contemplation, almost as if he was fighting with himself, or fighting to control himself.
“I- I want to take my time with you, love,” he murmurs against your lips.
You shake your head lightly, your nose bumping against his.
“We can take our time later. We have all the time in the world now you’re back,” your sigh against his lips. “But right now, I just want you to fuck me. Please. Please,” you plead with him.
You continue to murmur the word ‘please’ against his skin as you kiss down his jaw, along his throat. You make your way to the spot just below his ear, the one you knew always drove him absolutely wild. Once you find the spot you bite gently at his pale skin, sucking quickly to pull a bruise to the surface; you were determined to show the worlds, dreaming and waking alike, who Morpheus, the Lord of Dreams himself, really belonged to.
Morpheus grunts when you suck harshly on that sensitive spot. His hands run up your body quickly again, snagging on the hem of your shirt and hurriedly lifting it free of your body. He groans deeply when he realises you weren’t wearing a bra, his gaze burning as he takes in the sight of your perfect tits. It seems he practically has to force his gaze away as he sits up and begins to make quick work of undoing the fastenings of your jeans. You shimmy your hips, helping him as he tosses them aside. You sit up, ferociously crashing your lips against Morpheus’s again as your shaky hands fumble desperately with the fastenings of his own jeans.
But he pulls your hands away, not so gently shoving you back down onto the mattress. He looks down at you with a commanding glare in his eyes. You move to sit up again but he grabs your jaw in his hand, pushing you back yet again until you were lying hapless on the bed.
“Morph-“ you whine, cut off when he squeezes your jaw.
“I will take my time with you, my love,” his voice is a whisper and yet it holds all the command and authority of a king.
A whimper lodges in your throat as Morpheus starts to drag his hand down your body. He gives your throat a gentle squeeze before his hand is trialing down your chest, between the valley of your breasts, over your stomach, right down until he reached your navel. His gaze follows his hand, his eyes mapping your entire body as you squirm naked beneath his stare.
“I’ve missed this body,” he muses to himself, his eyes glazed, drunk on the sight of you. His eyes snap back up to yours before he adds; “I’ve missed you.”
He looks at you with such an intense and sad gaze that you feel your heart twinge again, a tear pricking your eye. You take one of your hands and place it over his where it still rested on your lower abdomen.
“I’ve missed you too,” you squeak, giving his hand a squeeze.
He flashes a soft smile, taking your hand in his and bringing it to his lips so that he could place a chaste kiss to your knuckles. Your heart twists at the gesture; it was something he used to do frequently before he’d disappeared. He bumps his nose against your knuckles before gently placing your hand back on your stomach. His small smile twists into a smirk when he finally leans forwards again, hovering over you. His lips land on your chest and begin following the same trail he’d just made with his hand.
You shiver as he kisses down your body, his lips somehow cold and yet burning like fire as they sear down onto your skin. You bite your lip as you look down at him, his eyes trained on yours even as he kisses lower and lower down your body.
When he finally reaches the apex of your thighs he first places a gentle kiss to your pussy lips. His hands move to tuck under your thighs, helping to hold you open. He flashes you that tiny beautiful smirk again before he finally licks a stripe up through your folds. You shiver at the sensation, throwing your head back immediately. It was almost outrageous how just the lightest of touches was already driving you wild; you are simply just horrendously desperate for your lover’s touch. And he was more than happy to oblige.
Morpheus licks through your folds a few more times, spreading a mixture of your arousal and his saliva all through your slit. A strained profanity slips past your lips when he finally starts to focus his attention on your clit. He sucks it into his mouth, his tongue swirling it languidly. Your hips buck, your body jerking under his touch as the feeling almost overwhelms you. You swear you can still feel his smirk as he brings one of his hands from under your thighs, moving it to splay across your lower belly again, pushing you down and pinning your hips to the mattress. You whine, a sound somewhere between frustration and pleasure.
“Mmm, I’ve missed your taste,” he groans against your cunt. “You always taste so exquisite. Just heavenly,” he hums.
You whimper, his name falling from your lips in a sinful moan. He reciprocates your moan, the noise vibrating through to your clit as he sucks it back into his mouth. Pleasure sears through your body, a fire inside that you’d not felt for over a century. Your head almost feels dizzy, your breathing shallow and fast, your skin tingling, your fingers and toes almost going numb as all feeling is focused in your core.
“M-Moprheus,” you whine, twisting your head to hide in the sheets, almost embarrassed by how quickly your orgasm was building.
Your thighs tremble and shake on either side of his head, your toes curling and pushing against his shoulders. He moans against you again as he feel you start to buck your hips more fervently against his face. He glances up at you and sees how you’ve twisted to cover your face, hiding the heat in your cheeks as your body surged closer and closer towards your climax.
“It’s okay, my love, just let go. I want you to let go,” he whispers gently.
You mewl, your fingers knotting harshly in his hair, your back arching and your neck twisting even further away from his stare.
“Look at me, lover, please. I want to see your face,” he pleads quietly. “I need to see how good I make you feel.”
Though he may be pleading there’s still that edge of command in his tone that lets you know it wasn’t really a request and there really wasn’t any room for arguing. You bite your quivering bottom lip as you slowly lift your head to look at him. You moan lewdly as you catch the sight of him between your thighs. His gentle blue eyes are somehow dark with lust, his hair even messier than usual from where your fingers were gripping it. You can just about see, as well as feel, the smirk on his lips as he keeps his tongue swirling over your clit, sucking softly at the same time. The sight and sensation of it all is finally enough to tip you over the edge.
“O-oh, fuck,” you barely manage to choke out as pleasure races through your entire body, spreading from your core right into the tips of your fingers and your toes.
You fight the urge to toss your head back and arch your spine as you desperately try to keep your eyes on his. You feel his smirk grow into a small grin of pride as he continues to just lightly suck on your clit, enough to prolong your orgasm without making you go too sensitive. When your body has finally given every ounce of pleasure it had to offer, for the moment anyway, he removes his mouth from your cunt and starts kissing your inner thighs again lightly.
“That’s my good girl,” he murmurs lowly against your skin, placing another kiss to your thigh. “You did so well for me,” he praises gently.
You slump back against the mattress again, your chest rising and falling heavily as you try to catch your breath. Morpheus just continues to kiss all over your thighs as he gives you a moment to recover, occasionally biting and sucking a hickey into your skin. Feeling the wetness of your euphoria on his chin and lips as he kisses over your skin feels deliciously filthy.
His hands stroke the back of your thighs and your ass, grazing over your hips, causing goosebumps to raise on your flesh, a shiver running through your whole body. Your hands loosen their grip on his hair, instead just stroking his head lightly as you try to relax and just revel in the feeling of being with your lover once again.
But it’s not long before you start to feel the ache build in your core again, your cunt clenching desperately over nothing as Morpheus kisses tantalisingly close to your pussy.
“Please,” you beg quietly, your head lulling to the side again. “Please Morpheus, I need you inside me,” you almost cry, your voice pitching in tone.
“Shhh,” he kisses the inside of your thigh. “All in good time, my love,” he promises.
He continues to kiss at your thighs for a short while before you feel one of fingers gently brush through your folds. You mewl at the feeling, at the promise of more. He swipes his finger through your slit, gathering the wet mixture of his spit and your cum. It’s like fireworks explode in your chest when you finally feel his finger push into you, slowly and gently stretching you open. You swear your body was about to combust when he’s quickly able to add another finger, your wetness making it all too easy for him to pump his two fingers in and out of you.
Your fingers knot tighter in his hair, yanking hard as he starts to curl his fingers, searching for that sweet spot inside you. He hums in satisfaction, kissing your thigh again when he hears a squeaky moan lodge in your throat, knowing he’d found the right spot.
“O-oh fuck. Yes...” you whisper with a shaky breath as he adds his mouth back into the mix, his tongue smothering over your clit again.
He curls his fingers in time with his tongue, stroking your sweet spot with the pads of his fingers as his tongue swirls circles around your swollen clit. Your body feels impossibly hot, the pleasure making you feel tingly as it races through you. Your orgasm builds even faster than before, rushing to the surface and breaking over your body. You can barely moan Morpheus’ name as he pumps and sucks you through your second high. You convulse and shake, your body almost twitching from the pleasure, your pussy clamping over his fingers as he slowly continues to curl them against that spot inside you.
Morpheus hums in satisfaction again as he steadily slows down his movements, slowly bringing you down from your high. He sits up, his eyes never leaving yours, before he gently pulls his fingers free from you. You gasp at the loss of contact but the sound quickly develops into a full blown moan when you see Morpheus bring his two fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean of your juices as he continues to stare you down.
You can’t wait any more; you needed this man to fuck you.
You didn’t even care how sensitive you were from your first two orgasms. You sit up and grab him by the back of his neck, yanking him harshly down until his lips collided with yours. Another moan escapes you as you taste yourself in his mouth, the tang of your arousal coating his tongue as it roamed over yours. You pull on the hair at the nape of his neck, arching your back and pushing your chest up against his, your perked nipples brushing against his skin.
Morpheus groans into the kiss as his body starts to move against yours, his still clothed hips slotting between yours. The tent in his dark jeans rubs against your pussy and sends a flare of euphoria through you again.
But it still just wasn’t enough.
Your fingers quiver as they fumble once again with the fastenings of his jeans; only this time he doesn’t move to stop you. You moan greedily into the kiss, your lips moving with an even more urgent hunger against his as you start to push his jeans and boxers down his hips. He breaks the kiss briefly as he shifts to remove his jeans completely, throwing them to join the rest of your clothes somewhere on the floor.
The sound that leaves your throat when you’re finally able to take in the glory of his naked body is almost indescribable. He was just so painstakingly beautiful it genuinely made your chest ache. You can’t bring yourself to wait any longer as you reach forwards to grab his glorious cock in your hand. You swipe your thumb over his red and swollen tip, gathering the pre-cum and swirling it around his head. Morpheus all but shudders as you do so, his eyes fluttering as he tries to keep himself under control.
You’re just about to start stroking him properly when his hand clamps over your wrist, giving a quick but firm shake of his head. You release his cock as he gently guides you to lie back on the bed, his body crawling over yours. His nose bumps yours as he gives you a desperate and messy kiss before you feel the wet and warm tip of his cock nudge against your folds. Your fingers curl and dig into his shoulders as you desperately try to pull him against you.
Morpheus grabs his cock and helps guide it through your slit, gathering the mixture of his spit and your cum and coating himself with it. Then, at long last, you finally feel him start to push inside you. A whimper escapes traitorously past your lips as you feel the dull ache of him stretching you open. You could feel just how tight you were around him as he slowly pushes himself into you, slowly slotting himself to the hilt, until you could feel his hips flush against yours again.
You feel the light tremor in Morpheus’ body, the slight tremble in his arms as he holds himself above you. His eyes close and his face twists with pleasure, and with concentration, as if he was pouring all of his focus into not cumming almost immediately at the feeling of your tight pussy wrapped around him after a century apart. His head hangs low, his fringe ticking your forehead as he pauses there for a moment, giving you a second to adjust, or giving himself a moment to gather himself before he loses himself completely to the feeling of you.
He takes a deep shuddering breath, searching your face. You nod quickly, bucking your hips again as you silently give him permission to move. He nods shortly himself before he obliges your request from the beginning and slowly but surely starts to fuck himself into you.
He’s barely started to move and already you can feel fireworks explode throughout your body. Your hips buck to meet his, your tits pushing up against his chest, your nails tearing at the skin of his shoulders. He shudders and groans as he feels you pulse around him, hugging his cock impossibly tight.
“Oh, my love, I’ve missed how good you feel,” he whispers with a deep groan, “how tight and perfect you are for me.”
HIs voice is so quiet, almost as if he’s rambling more to himself than to you. You can feel his breath tickling your face as he hovers just above you. His one hand holds himself up, resting just next to your head. His other travels across your waist, caressing the soft curves of your body. That same hand trails higher up your body, grazing the side of your breast until he reaches the apex of your arm.
You shiver, more goosebumps beginning to litter your skin as his fingers dance back down your arm. You mewl softly when his hand reaches yours, dancing over your palm until his fingers interlock with your own. He gives your hand a quick squeeze before he lifts it above your head, pinning it to the mattress behind you.
His name escapes your lips in a plea as he squeezes your hand again. At the same time he begins to speed up his thrusts. His pace is still relatively slow and steady; he puts all his effort is focused on trusting deep inside you, the tip of his cock brushing that spot inside you with each snap of his hips. With each thrust another cacophony of moans fly from your lips.
“I think most of all,” he continues through his shaky breathing, “I’ve missed the sounds you make. The way my name falls from your lips,” he pants hotly, his breath fanning over your face. “You are divine,” he groans through gritted teeth, “like the sweetest dream there ever was.”
You moan his name again as you feel your body coil again, the fire burning and building in your core with each brush of his cock inside you. Morpheus pushes his forehead down against your own, his nose bumping against yours as his own moans start to increase in frequency. You almost smile as you feel a small jolt of joy swell in your chest. His moans grow higher in pitch and you knew it was his telltale sign that he was close to finishing himself.
But you also knew he never let himself finish first. And, as you expected, as he always used to do, he brings his hand, the one not holding onto yours, down between your bodies. His fingers find your clit quickly, wasting no time in circling it with expert precision.
His eyes search yours desperately, a century of unspoken emotions passing between the two of you. You knew there were no words to describe how you both felt. No amount of letters would ever be able to encapsulate the enormity of torment that had been your time apart.
Instead you just let your bodies do the talking. The glaze of tears in his eyes letting you know how much he loved you. The hunger of his lips when they moved with yours showing you much he missed you. The tight grip on your hand signalling that he would never let you go; a silent promise that you’d never be parted again.
You lose yourself in the moment. Nothing else exists other than here and now. You pay no mind to the crumbling castle around you, the vast and empty space that stretches on forever. All you see, all you feel, is Morpheus. Your senses are clouded and overwhelmed by him. The sight his ethereal blue eyes boring into yours. The smell of him, light and clean, refreshing and comforting. The feeling of his smooth skin under your palms are you claw at his back. The wet sounds of his cock slipping in and out of you with ease. The gentle sounds of his heavy breathing and soft groans in your ear.
“Morpheus, I- I’m close,” you breathe, nudging your nose up against his.
He nods lightly; “let go for me, baby.”
You whimper, something akin to a sob, when you hear him call you ‘baby’. He hardly ever called you that despite knowing how much you actually loved it. The pet name, his fingers circling your clit, and another deep thrust of his cock inside you, finally work to tip you over the edge once again.
This climax was different to the others; it was more intense but not in a way that felt overwhelming or too much. It was just the prefect amount of pleasure and you swear your vision goes blurry as you reel from the sensation. Your eyes roll back slightly, your head lulling onto the pillow, your jaw going slack as your mouth hangs open in a silent O.
“Oh how I’ve missed that view; how beautiful you are when you fall apart for me,” Morpheus groans lowly as he keeps fucking into you slowly.
His hips jut raggedly against yours, his pace faltering and his thrusts turning sloppy as he fucks himself towards his own climax. You paw at his back with your free hand desperately as you encourage him to let go. You slide your hand up his neck and fist his dark hair again, pulling tightly in the way you knew he liked. And it worked, as not a second later his hips still completely as he lurches deeply against you, finally climaxing himself.
He pants shakily, deep groans falling from his parted lips as his cock twitches inside you. You sigh his name contently as you feel the warmth of his release flood inside you. His hand shakes where it still holds onto your own. His other hand had moved to squeeze your hip as he slowly rocks you both through the remnants of your highs.
The two of you just stare at each other for a second, the both of you trying to make this moment last for a century, as if this could make up for the century spent apart.
Morpheus smiles gently down at you, his hand moving from your hip to palm your cheek, his thumb stroking your skin. You reach up to cup his face in return, your fingers softly tracing over his features. His eyebrows furrow when he sees a slight sadness behind your eyes.
“What’s wrong?” He asks quietly, twisting his face to place a gentle kiss to your palm.
“It’s nothing,” you shake your head slightly.
You sigh defeatedly before explaining further, warmth rising to your cheeks with a slight embarrassment.
“I want to say 'I love you', but the words seem somehow so small and insignificant, like they’d never be big enough to capture how I actually feel,” you whisper.
Morpheus just smiles gently, leaning down until his lips connected with yours in a gentle kiss. You both smile softly into the kiss when you feel the silent message pass from his lips to yours.
Perhaps words would never be enough to encapsulate how you felt about each other. But it didn’t matter. You could feel it in your heart. And, somehow, you just knew that he could feel it in his heart too.
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A/N: just gonna tag my babies @mothdruid and @siempre-bucky as well bc I know how much they love this pale emo too!! I really hope you all liked this <33
p.s this will be my final fic for a short while as I’ll be away on holiday and taking a short hiatus from Friday onwards!
