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A soulmate AU: Steve Harrington x fem!reader [2.6K]

THE TIMELINE

“Love is born into every human being; it calls back the halves of our original nature together; it tries to make one out of two and heal the wound of human nature. Each of us, then, is a ‘matching half’ of a human whole…and each of us is always seeking the half that matches him.”

- Aristophanes, Plato’s Symposium.

I. ATHENS, GREECE: 8TH CENTURY BC

The gods were angry.

Or so you’d heard. It started with whispers. Murmurs from the town and its people. Rumours spread across Athens the same way the breeze did at the start of summer. They said the gods were angry, furious.

How could the mortals be so silly? How could they possibly rile their gods like this? Again?

Stupid humans, foolish humans.

You didn’t understand.

But then one morning before the sun rose, you awoke to a reddened sky and a heavy wind, a storm brewing over the horizon, a dark mass you could see above the sea from your bedroom window. Preachers took to the streets then, standing on the cobbles with bells ringing above their heads, warning every person listening about the end of times. It had happened before, they said, their faces masks of horror. It was happening again.

The gardens all died, grass turning black, crops to dust, life fleeing from the ocean as Poseidon uprooted the seafloor, waves crashing against the cliff's edge. Athens turned to decay, colour slipping from the world as the gods ruled over it from the skies and sea. A punishment fit for the crime, the elders said, telling stories at the marketplace, of how their own grandparents had once been born together, joined at the heart, four arms and four legs.

One soul.

They said Zeus came from Olympus, that he’d crashed down to earth riding a bolt of lightning and he ripped the mortals apart. They said it was a bloodshed, rivers of red running through the plazas, wells turning thick like tar.

Zeus cursed everyone, you heard. Your kind had been getting too prideful, too full of ego and greed and want for more. The gods feared an uprising, they sat on their thrones and they resented to power you all craved.

So they did something about it.

With their wounds left to heal on their own over months and years, each half of a mortal was thrown to different corners of the earth, destined to spend the rest of their lives searching for the other half of their soul.

It seemed nothing more than a fable, a horror story for children, something you would never have believed. Soulmates? Someone made just for you? An impossible notion, you were sure you would have once thought, if you hadn’t already met yours.

He was at the forge when the first bolt of lightning hit the ground.

The concrete split and temples on the cliff sides shook, the tiles on each home shattering as they fell. You heard people yelling from your garden as the ground shuddered and an eerie quiet followed. A hollow silence, a calm before a storm and then something else hit the ground too.

Bigger, heavier, more powerful.

You dropped your basket and ran.

Still barefoot, you left the sodden clothes on the grass and fled, passing the sanctuary of your home, the temples beyond the rivers, the forests that came before the sea. You ran to the plaza, through the marketplace that was buzzing with fear, shoulders burning with pain as you slammed your way past everyone who ran against you. You were battling a tidal wave of townsfolk, each one crying and yelling.

You heard shouts of Titans! Furies!

People yelled out names they once didn’t dare whisper, each word said like a curse. Cronus, Crius, Oceanus, Thea. Standing on the marble steps of the Parthenon, a preacher in guided robes had blood running down the side of his face, a cut on his head matting his greying hair. He was ashen, clutching at his scribes and shouting at the frenzied crowd below.

“Tartarus has risen!” He yelled, “the gates of Hades have opened and we, foolish mortals, shall pay for our sins! The father of gods shall come for us, he shall feast upon thy flesh and bone and—”

The preacher's harrowing words were cut off abruptly as another crack in the earth opened up. The shining marble split and the man fell through, the world itself swallowing him whole. You didn’t have time to react more than a strangled cry coming from somewhere deep in your chest. You clasped your hand to your mouth, fearing you’d lose your breakfast, that you’d become too dizzy to keep moving.

The ocean was growing closer, too tall waves and swirling, dark pools buried into its depths. Ships were being sucked under, their white sails the last thing you saw before they were swallowed by Poseidon’s fury. A golden chariot raced down from the sky, sparks flying in the air as it landed on the roof of the Acropolis. More marble shattered and Ares, the god of war, had landed on earth to do his duty.

By the time you reached the forge, the plaza was running red, just like the elders had said it would. The bronzed statue of Hephaestus that guarded the entrance to the blacksmiths had come to life, the god himself taking its form as he spewed fire across the village, molten heat and steel dripping from his large hands, coal crumbling at his feet. The air smelled like ash, like fire and death.

As you searched for him - your other half - eyes wide and frantic, your chest heaving, Hades stood in the shadows across the cobbled road. Inky black dripped from him, from his robes, his skin, his mouth. He looked ghoulish until he stepped into what was left of the daylight, a trick of the sun turning his gaunt face handsome. He grinned at you, each tooth pointed and sharp and he held out a hand. A pomegranate was placed in his palm, the fruit cracked open and the ruby seeds spilling out of it like tiny jewels. He beckoned you, a voice in your head whispering, silky, sultry, full of promises that couldn’t be real.

Surely eternal damnation was better than a fate like this?

You moved, your body not your own, one foot in front of the other, your hand outstretched. Images flashed through your head, dark swirls of three headed dogs, rivers made of souls and gates of bones. But when they opened, there was a garden, more beautiful than the ones in Athens, with their marble pillars and fountains that led into ponds. In this garden, temples stood gleaming and tall, with maidens dancing amongst rose bushes, naked and with hair to their waists. They waved to you, more scarlet coloured fruit held in their hands and they were laughing, singing, pulling you closer--

Another bolt of lightning - bigger and louder and brighter than before - hit the ground and the maidens disappeared. The god of the underworld grinned once more before he stepped back into the shadows and turned to smoke, melting into the bloodied ground.

Zeus had landed in Athens.

And you couldn’t find Steve.

Steve Harrington, son of the town’s head blacksmith, was tending to the forge when the first god came to earth. He’d left you in bed, the threadbare sheets around you still warm, your skin littered with his leftover kisses, marks from his greedy fingers the night before. The sky had been scarlet when he walked across the plaza and in the far distance, a plume of smoke rose from what seemed like the ocean. The Methana volcano was simmering, waiting, spewing fumes of gas and dust.

A warning.

The forge cracked when Zeus arrived, the bricks splitting along with the forge floor, cobbles and bricks turning to rubble under the men’s feet. Fire and coal tumbled from the cast iron cages, half made swords of burning steel falling at their feet. The sky above rumbled, the windows shattering as bolts of lightning hit the land and people screamed, torturous sounds that made Steve run blindly out into the plaza.

Some were kneeling, their heads bent and their palms open to the sky, to the gods. A sacrifice that was ignored. Others ran, diving into buildings that immediately fell on top of them and Steve watched in horror as people dropped before him, falling like sacks, crumpled to the ground as they clutched their chests in agony. They called out their lovers' names, their voices hoarse, pleading, desperate and all at once, a crowd surged behind Steve, carrying him with them, his shoulders burning at the momentum.

He had to find you.

The market was in ruins, once fresh vegetables and fruits now smashed into the concrete, the smell of baked bread hidden under burning embers. Panicked horses fled their owners and carts, almost knocking Steve to the ground as they tried to escape the carnage. The sea level was rising, the shadows of boat sails towering over marble buildings, the hulls of ships teetering closer to pillars that once held the statues of the gods now seeking revenge. Steve had been raised to honour them, to covet them, to fear them.

And he’d never felt as scared as he did when he spotted you across the square, eyes wide and not yet finding his, your gaze too trained on the statue of Aphrodite that was crashing down too close to you. The white marble hit the floor and shattered, sending clouds of dust and dirt into the already smoke filled air and you disappeared from Steve’s sight once more.

Panic flooded him, a fear like no other and suddenly the gods that reigned from the seas and skies didn’t seem as terrifying anymore.

He yelled your name, choking on the fumes from the fires that had started to rage all around, Hephaestus riding a cloud of black coals and burning embers as he let fire pour from his palms and open mouth, a gaping maw of molten lava that dripped from and melted everything and everyone it touched. Steve flung himself to the ground to avoid the flames, crawling desperately forward before he caught himself and began to run again, hissing as the gaps in his shoes filled with shards of broken stone. Red poured from the soles of his feet but he didn’t think anything could hurt as much as the thought of losing you.

Again, he screamed for you, the letters of your name hitching in his throat, scratching like glass and more people tore in front of his path, running from the destruction. Bodies fell before him, couples forever trapped in a lovers embrace, their faces hidden in each other's chests. They became one again, four arms, four legs, two faces.

Joined at a heart that was no longer beating.

Steve didn’t want to die without you.

He found you in the rubble as Zeus moved closer, a grey and white shadow of a man, a huge hulking figure that didn’t seem real. He didn’t look like his marble castings, the statues that were gilded with gold leaf. He wore no olive laurel on his head, he bore no kind smile nor gentle eyes. Instead he held bolts of lightning in his hands like swords, like spears, throwing them at his victims with cruel precision.

A storm followed him, bigger than anything Steve had ever seen before. It turned the red clouds above the god purple and black, an inky slurry of darkness and electricity crackled between spaces. The air buzzed and Steve’s skin prickled, the static making his ripped and bloodied shirt cling to his damp chest.

Poseidon had finally shown himself, emerging from the waves, his skin a sickly green, his eyes darker than the deepest depths of the sea he came from. He held a triton, seaweed hanging from its points, his body scarred and battered from the horrors he created in the oceans. He seemed too big, a giant, an almost titan and rain poured from Zeus’ purple clouds as he advanced onto Athens.

Steve saw your arm, a limp hand from beneath a pile of stone and he cried as he lifted each piece of what was once Aphrodite. The marble face of the goddess of love smiled warmly at him and it felt mocking, it felt like an arrow to the chest.

You were still alive, barely awake, nose dripping blood and a slice across your forehead that narrowly missed your eye. You cried when Steve pulled you free, his strong arms wrapped around your torso and you clung to him, barely daring to look at the horrors that surrounded you. He smelled like smoke and fire and the metal sting of blood, but under it all, there was something like home that still lay on his skin.

He seemed frantic, calling your name over and over until you nodded and said his back, like it was only upon hearing your voice that he believed you were alive. Steve sat amongst the debris of Aphrodite and held you, your weak frame pulled into his lap and he cradled you there, your head on his shoulder and your arms around his neck.

You weren’t sure what you coveted more fiercely, the young man or your last breath.

A shadow lingered nearby, listening to the soft murmurs you shared the pretty lies you both needed to hear as you told each other it would be okay. Hades stood close, statuesque and with black plumes at the bottom of his dark robes, a midnight blue cast over his skin. He looked like he’d never been close to looking human. He held a timepiece in one hand, a golden thing that ticked too loudly and he grinned at you and Steve, watching, waiting as two creatures by his feet held scrolls of names. They were made od nothing kind, created from bone and other people’s spines, their too long tails and forked tongues that flickered over the skin of the dead as they sent their souls below.

Steve knew he’d fight a god before he let them take you.

But he didn’t get such the luxury of battling for his lover. Zeus moved closer still, rain pouring harder, electricity making his hair stand on end. The father of gods himself stood tall before you both, his eyes as white as his long hair and beard. Nothing about him softened as he gazed down at you both intertwined, blood from each other staining your lover's skin.

Steve pulled you closer, his hand cupping the nape of your neck as he pushed your face to his throat, shielding you, protecting you. You clung to him tighter, hands fisting in the rags of his old shirt and you wondered if you’d ever get to see him again. If this life was it, if this was all you were allowed.

The two of you in the ruins of Athens, the goddess of love shattered at your feet. Four legs, four arms, two faces, one soul. Connected by a heart that seemed weaker than ever in the presence of something cruel.

Silence came before the crack, the world stilling, Athens at peace. You found solace in Steve, your nose pressed to his neck as you held onto him, praying for something painless. You pushed two kisses to his skin then, the side of his throat that seemed to make your lips fizz and Steve sucked in a breath, his lips at your temple, cherishing the last touch he got of you.

“I love you,” Steve whispered and his voice cracked on each word. Tears from his eyes stream the dirt on his face, running rivers down your cheek until they mixed with your own. “I’ll find you again. In the next life, and the next again. I prom—”

A bolt of lightning, so hot it felt frozen, struck the breath of space between your chests. Something inside of you cracked then, ribs splintering as the weapon found your heart and you couldn’t feel Steve’s arms around you anymore.

You couldn’t feel anything.

#stevey #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington fanfic

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what happened to moodboards. you guys used to love moodboards

#FO REAL

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if the elder scrolls had a piece of media outside the games it should be an el dorado esque animated comedy about two khajiit thieves trying to make it big.

Like this:

Our protagonists have been caught red-handed by a shopkeeper, arms full of jugs of cream taken from the stand.

The younger of the two pouts dramatically and cries, "Oh please! This one's baby brother is starving, he must be fed..."

She produces her partner in crime, a grizzled, battle-scarred alfiq, in a small bonnet holding a lollipop in his paws.

#astro rambles #astro v skyrim

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Steve knew he’d fight a god before he let them take you.

“I love you,” Steve whispered and his voice cracked on each word. Tears from his eyes stream the dirt on his face, running rivers down your cheek until they mixed with your own. “I’ll find you again. In the next life, and the next again. I prom—”

THE PLAYLIST

THE TIMELINE

I. ATHENS, GREECE: 8TH CENTURY BC

II. ROME, ITALY: 49 BC

III. LONG ISLAND, NEW YORK: 1922

IV. MOUNTAIN LAKE, VIRGINA: 1963

V. HAWKINS, INDIANA: 1988

VI. AMSTERDAM, NETHERLANDS: 1996

VII. EDINBURGH, SCOTLAND: 2008

VIII. THE PRESENT DAY

#astro's tbr #stevey

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Another work of art I can't wait to read wjen I get home from work <333

Steve Harrington x fem!reader 18+

[3.4K] title from ‘too sweet’ by hozier, just a stressed out steve, a willing girlfriend and a lot of filth. written in two hours and not edited in the slightest i’m sorry do not perceive me.

As sour as Steve had looked when he came home from work, he tasted twice as sweet.

He’d called you on his lunch, voice strained and low and you could picture the stitch between his brows, the downturn of his lips as he grumbled to you down Family Videos landline.

Robin was off sick, Keith was in a foul mood, two kids came in and stole a copy of a porno that was sitting behind the desk and the return pile sat at the height of Steve’s waist.

“Can’t wait to come home,” he had sighed down the line, voice rough and mournful and making your thighs squeeze together just right. “Wanna see you so bad, y’know?”

And you did know.

It seemed to take an age before you heard his car pull into the driveway, brakes squeaking slightly because the rent on the apartment came before any repairs to the BMW now. It’s why you’d poured a whisky for him, neat and no ice, no water, just the way Steve liked it. You considered dinner, home cooked and waiting on the kitchen table but something else took hold in your thoughts.

You could order pizza later.

So Steve came in the door with his shoulders slumped and his keys rattling from his fingertips, his green work vest already discarded and probably balled up in the backseat of his car. That frown was there, the one you’d wanted to soothe away all day for him, creasing at his brows, turning down the corners of his soft and pretty lips.

He thawed when he saw you, barefoot and in an old sweater that was too big for you, legs naked and your skin still warm from the shower you’d taken your time in. Steve held out a hand, groaning in delight when you stepped to him, all soft smiles and softer sweater, allowing him to pull you into his chest. His noises were doing things, rough sighs and low moans that made you think with what was between your legs, his purrs vibrating from his chest to yours as he curled his arms around your lower back.

It was easy to return the affection, pushed onto your tiptoes as you carded your hands into the hair at the nape of his neck, the smell of his cologne that you watched him spray that morning barely clinging to his skin. You nosed at his throat anyway, everything about him smelling like home and when Steve let out a low grunt at your adoration, you used one hand to pull at his jaw, bringing his lips to yours.

It was more than an average kiss ‘hello’. In fact, it made his brows shoot upwards and his breath hitch, the arm still around your waist faltering before he caught up with the pace you had set and tucked you in tighter to his body. He let you lead, eyes fluttering shut as he sighed softer than he had all day, letting you steal the noise and keep it for yourself.

Steve fell pliant for you, pretty lips giving in to yours as you kissed him slow, needy, lazy. Your tongue traced the seam of his mouth, teasing, testing, his breath ragged when he opened for you, trying to catch up. You pulled away then, pleased with the rosy cheeks and blown out pupils that stared back at you.

“Go sit down,” you told him, voice soft, quiet. There was a spell cast, not to be broken, not until Steve did too. “I’ll be through in a second.”

If Steve knew what you were up to, he didn’t say. No questions asked, the boy blinked and stumbled into the doorframe before righting himself, heading for the sofa. You’d long switched the television off, the lamp by the armchair dimmed low, the candles you liked to collect all lit and scattered across the coffee table and the fireplace mantle.

You returned with his whisky, the glass glinting amber in the candle light, your smile too coy. Steve raised his brows as you handed him his drink, his gaze too caught on your bare legs. He reached out for you, warm palm travelling up the back of your thigh, wide enough to curl around it and bring you between his knees.

Exactly where you planned to end up.

“What have I done to deserve this, huh?” He asked, whisky on one hand as he leant his chin on the soft of your stomach, eyes wide and dark as he looked up at you.

You scoffed, soft and light, your hands carding through his hair. You pushed it from his forehead, nails scratching at his scalp, beaming when he closed his eyes like he couldn’t help it, lashes fluttering against the tops of his cheeks. “What? Bring you a drink?”

Steve hummed, distracted. “Was thinkin’ more along the lines of deserving you.”

Love sick, that’s what you felt. An awfully sticky thing that glued itself to your heart at his words. You didn’t know what to say, especially not when he was looking at you like that again, all brown sugar eyes, honeyed and soft. So you bent instead, nose bumping his before you stole another kiss, gentler than before, lingering and as sweet as him.

You let him take one sip of his whisky before you dragged his shirt from his body, hair wild as you pulled it over his head, cheeks flushed and eyes surprised.

“What—?”

You didn’t respond, merely dropping to your knees instead and popping the button on his Levi’s. Steve swore, a dirty, throaty sound that made your stomach flip because you knew that he knew where this was going.

“Baby,” he groaned. “Fuck. You don’t have to do that—”

The sound of his zipped caught in the air, the rest of the evening quiet. The closed curtains and the flicker of the candle light made the small living room feel even tinier, a warm bubble where you could hear every little noise Steve made for you. His hand travelled up your forearm, fingers curling at your elbow and squeezing. Steve looked half gone already, lip parted and shiny from your previous kisses and you knew he’d taste like cedar and smoke now.

“What if I wanna?” You told him, pouring, just a little. Because what man could resist a pretty thing like you on your knees, lips soft and begging? You pushed yourself up, leaning into the space between his hips, your mouth skimming along his jawline, tongue licking into the corner of his mouth all sweet. It was barely a kiss, but it was somehow dirtier. “What if I told you I wanna make you feel better? That I’ve been thinking about your cock in my mouth all day?”

Steve groaned, falling into you, head on your shoulder, teeth biting down on the junction of your neck. “Fuck— baby. Baby, y’cant, you can’t just say shit like that.”

You grinned, amusement hidden from him as Steve continued to mouth at your throat, nose nudging down the collar of your sweater so he could kiss more skin. “I can’t?” You asked.

“Gonna make me lose my fuckin’ mind,” he mumbled. He lifted his head then, cheeks pink and eyes looking heavy lidded, pupils black and too big. He looked delirious on you. You watched his Adam’s Apple bob as he swallowed heavily, tongue licking at his lips. “You really been thinking about that?”

You nodded, making your eyes a little too wide, too innocent, bottom lip tucked between your teeth and it was a cheap shot, an easy target— but fuck, it worked every time. Steve’s hand slid to your ass, lifting your sweater out of his way and squeezing a plump cheek, only your underwear to be found underneath.

“So can I?” You whispered, mouth parted, brushing against his. You shared your breath with him, nose pushed to his warm cheek, hands coasting over his thighs as you prepared to tug down those too tight jeans.

Steve sounded too breathy when he answered but he still played your game, too far gone or not. He was watching your mouth when he spoke, transfixed by the pink gloss there, the way he could see your tongue between them. “Can you what, honey?”

You smirked.

Steve knew what you were asking. He just wanted to hear you say it again.

“Can I suck your cock?”

You heard it then, the hitch in his throat, the too harsh exhale. Steve looked at you like you were everything, like you’d hung each star and you were ever wet dream all at once. Lips pressed together to deal in his moan, his filthy words, he nodded, hair falling into dark eyes. And when he trusted his voice, albeit rougher and lower than before, he spoke.

“Yeah, honey, go ‘head.” He lifted his hips when you tapped them, jeans and boxers shoved down just enough for his cock to spring free, already hard and hitting his stomach. “You’re so— you’re so fucking sweet, y’know that?”

You smiled, all coy, faux shyness as you leaned your cheek onto his thigh, denim and coarse hair against your skin. Steve gasped when you wrapped a small hand around him, fingers barely meeting around his girth and you stroked once, twice. “I am?”

You didn’t give him a chance to answer before your tongue followed, a lazy, wide lick from the base of him to his tip, already dark pink and slick for you. Steve’s hips canted up, head thrown back against the cushions and you adored the way you got to watch his jaw tense, neck straining as he calmed himself down.

“God,” he blew out a breath, eyes trained on the ceiling because if he looked down and saw the way you were kissing a line up his cock, he’d fucking lose it. “Yeah, baby. The sweetest, Jesus Christ.”

You took it easy on him then, easing him into it until his shoulders sagged and his head tipped back up, his pretty face more flushed than ever but Steve watched you as you took him into your mouth, his jaw unhinged as you sucked the tip of him, licking over his head.

His hand found the back of your head, holding but not pushing and he groaned something fierce when you scratched at his bare thighs, nails dragging over the muscle there. “Tha’ s’it,” Steve moaned, unabashed, totally gone. “Keep suckin’ me, honey, yeah— please. Can you take more, huh? Take a little more for me, please, baby.”

You didn’t need to be asked, begging or not, but it certainly made it all that sweeter. Steve’s hand was cupping your jaw, thumb stroking over the corner of your mouth as you widened it, tongue licking out over his cock as you took more of it into your mouth, inch by inch until he was touching the back of your throat. It made the boy go a little wild, gasping and panting, curses mixed in with praise that was filthy enough to make your own toes curl.

“Holy shit, jus’ like that, yeah,” Steve was slurring, words meshed together in a quick mumble, his breathes too heavy for him to care. “You feel me in your throat? You’re so fuckin’ good for me, babe, Christ— yeah, yeah, lemme see your tongue, yeah. Stick it out for me, honey, oh shit—”

You did as asked, pulling back with wet eyes and warm cheeks, your lips shiny from your efforts. You kept a hand around Steve’s cock, slowly pumping him as you stuck your tongue out flat. You knew what he wanted, it was why his cheeks were so pink, the tips of his ears too. Something he found too vulgar to ask for, always scared you’d shy away from it.

You never did.

You tapped the head of his cock against your tongue, the wet slapping sounds nothing but pure filth, your own breathy noises too much for him. Steve could barely keep it together, eyes screwing shut as he bucked upwards, swearing and groaning something awful as he watched his cock slide over your tongue. You let him move, hips thrusting as you held him to your mouth, parted lips slipping over his shaft, and warm tongue tracing the throbbing vein down the length of it.

“M’gonna come,” Steve gasped and he was shaking his head, hips pressing back down into the safety of the couch and he sounded overwhelmed, eyes glassy. “Fuck, no, no, no— I—”

“No?” You pouted, understanding. Pulling away, you leaned up again, wet lips sliding over Steve’s and he kissed you feverishly, tongue licking into your mouth to search for your own. He groaned, whining when you squeezed a hand around his cock. “Too much? You don’t wanna come yet, huh?”

Steve shook his head, hair falling into his eyes and his chest was heaving, his hands curling around your sides and he was pulling at your sweater, lifting it from your frame. “No, no— shit, not yet, please.”

You let him strip you, sweater discarded by his own shirt and your bare chest only made him swear a little more, eyes on your tits, your peaked nipples and suddenly he wanted nothing more than his cock between them. He felt drunk, delirious, suddenly too happy to care about how quickly he came.

“You’re gonna kill me,” he told you with a very serious expression. His hands travelled up, palms cupping your breasts, thumbs flicking over each nipple with careful precision. “M’gonna die and it’s gonna be because of you and your mouth and those tits and—” Steve choked on a laugh when you did, lashes fluttering as you took his cock back in your hand. “—and m’gonna be a very, very happy man.”

Grinning, you rolled your eyes at his declaration, as dramatic as they were. He was as hard as steel in your grip, his hips rolling up into your touch and didn’t want to wait much longer, his poor cheeks bright red with the exertion of holding back. So you gave him a kiss, light and sweet, too sweet for the current situation but it made Steve all the more wild. You were murmuring low and soft to him, holding his cock to your tits as you stroked him, words whispered between cute little pecks at his lips, his warm cheeks.

“Steve?”

“Hmm?”

“You wanna come, handsome?”

“Mhmm.” A whine more than a word. “Please.”

“Where do you wanna come?”

A swear, guttural and hoarse. A twitch of his dick at the thought of his options. “Fuck, I— uh, I dunno.”

“Here?” You asked him sweetly, pushing his length between your breasts, rubbing your own nipple so he could watch it harden again. “All over here? Paint me nice ‘n pretty?”

Steve couldn’t form words now, which was exactly what you’d wanted.

Your mouth made its way to his ear, voice dropping lower than before. “My mouth?” You whispered. “D’you wanna come in my mouth, Stevie?”

A jerk of his hips, a whine and a grunt as his cock kicked up once more. He was so fucking close. Steve let his forehead fall to your shoulder, too hot and too helpless and too fucking desperate. He clung to you, hands wrapping around your bare waist and he didn’t know what he wanted more. He could sit back and watch you drop back down to your knees, pushing your pretty tits together as he jerked himself onto them, knowing he could watch the way he dripped down your body.

Or he could get you to open your mouth, pink tongue back out and waiting, you doe eyed and watching him. He always got dirty with that, asking you in the sweetest voice to let him see it all in your mouth, asking you to swallow it like a good girl before showing him your clean tongue after.

If Steve didn’t choose he was going to fucking explode.

So he tugged at your waist, gasping as he wrenched himself from you, falling back into the sofa. He took his aching cock in his own hand, pumping it once before squeezing tightly, willing away the need to come right there and then. He patted his knee, his eyes glassy and hooded as he looked at you.

“C’mere, baby, come sit.”

You did as told, happily, easily, willingly. Your own chest was thundering, excitement itching at your too warm skin because whatever Steve wanted you’d give him. Your thighs were slick, underwear sticking to your folds in the most obscene way because Steve’s sounds were too much to cope with without being touched too. He looked a riot, the prettiest kind. His hair mussed and cheeks flushed, lips pink and slick from your kisses, his eyes a little wild.

He helped you onto his lap, legs spread over his knees and his dick standing hard and to attention between you both. You waited patiently for his instructions, to hear what he wanted from you and Steve let his head fall back onto the cushions once more as he watched you from hooded lids. His jaw was flexing with each stroke he gave himself, hazy gaze roaming over your tits, your stomach and then lower.

And then—

“Lemme see you, baby?”

Your stomach flipped. A sweet voice, a prettily asked question, some filthy words. You smiled at Steve, lips twisting to hide your absolute glee because you knew what wanted, what he wanted to do and you were more than happy to give it to him.

You didn’t say anything as you hooked your fingers into the crotch of your underwear, gasping a little at how wet they actually were. You tugged them aside, white cotton stretched over your skin as you held the material away from yourself. With your spread thighs, you let Steve have the filthiest view, all glistening skin, a swollen clit between wet folds. You didn’t look down, you didn’t have to. You could hear the slick, fast sounds of Steve fucking his own fist, his frantic, hitched breaths.

“That’s it, yeah,” he sounded gone, drunk. “So good—”

Instead you watched him watch you, his eyes set on your pussy, gaze on fire as he enjoyed the show and when you swept your fingers over the centre of your folds, Steve swore, his free hand on your thigh clutching you tighter.

“Dirty girl,” he murmured, his teeth catching his bottom lip. He was close, you knew he was. “Such a pretty pussy, Jesus Christ, can’t believe I was gonna come without gettin’ to see her.”

You hummed, all delight and amusement. You cocked a brow even though Steve was still staring at your spread legs. “I’m dirty?” You cooed. “You’re the one who’s gonna come all over my cu—”

And he did.

Steve came with your name on his tongue, making it sound like the dirtiest, holiest thing you’d ever heard. He was gasping, choked sounds leaving his pretty lips as he fucked his fist, come spilling over his knuckles and onto your folds, leaving you and your underwear even stickier than before. His head fell back onto the sofa as he caught his breath, an impossible thing with his heaving chest but you curled into him almost immediately.

You let go of your stretched out underwear, your own breath hitching when you felt the warm, stickiness cling to your cunt. Steve pulled at you as you moved closer, your hands soothing over his jaw and cheeks, thumbs rubbing over his flushed skin as he kissed you, head lifting lazily, moaning at your touch, your lips, the feel of your bare stomach pressing his half hard cock to his own.

He was sticky with it all, with sweat, his own release, your affection and touch.

It was too much and entirely not enough, not of you.

Steve’s lips clicked as he pulled them away from your own, albeit grudgingly. You tasted sweet, like strawberry lipgloss and him. He was still panting when he spoke, his messy hand held away from you as he took your chin in his other. His thumb pulled at your bottom lip, swollen from all your efforts and he watched the way it popped back into place, making you smile.

“M’gonna finish my whisky,” he mumbled softly, eyes searching yours. He was met with excitement, knowing, a whole lot of adoration and fondness that he felt for you too. “You’re gonna check my pulse—” you laughed, too bright and joyous for the gloomy light of the room. Steve grinned, cheeks aching. “And then we’re gonna go upstairs and I’m gonna return the favour.”

#astro's tbr #stevey #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fic #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington oneshot

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that line in too sweet by hozier that’s “treat your mouth like heavens gate” for a fic title except it’s just 2k of steve getting head anyway what

#WANT #I NEED THIS #stevey

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— fall into pieces

pairing: steve harrington x f!reader

summary: steve comes in his pants from eating you out. that's the plot. (wc: 1.3k+)

warnings: smut without plot basically, or*l (f!receiving), praises, steve cums in his pants, soft smut!, steve is attentive, MINORS DNI.

author's note: not proof-read. this is dumb and doesnt make sense bc i wrote it in 20 mins bc i desperately needed to get out of my stupid slump sooo just pls support me in my shitty writing era thank you.

pleaseeee reblog to support me. ty!! mwah.

Steve loves eating pussy.

Scratch that, Steve just loves eating you out.

Because let's face it, before you, he didn't really care that much about the other girl's pleasure, or he just wasn't really that keen on eating pussy.... that was until you came along.

He didn't know what it was, that had him hooked on you this much, how much he enjoyed tasting you like a man possessed when it came to eating you out.

You taught him how fucking pleasurable eating pussy was, and it unironically changed him.

Once he realized how much it mattered to him to make you cum, he decided to make it his mission. Make a mental note of how you responded when he did anything.

He studied the noises you made when his fingers lightly traced your inner thighs, the shaky breaths you gave him as you silently pleaded, begged for more.

He started picking up on the way your body gave into him, slowly at first, and then all at his mercy. Padded thumb circling around your clit, velvety lips puffing a huff of cold air, making you whine while he wore that cocky smirk, hook, line, and sinker.

He just didn't realize how much it got him off to see you like this, to taste you fully, not until now.

"Such a gorgeous fuckin' pussy," he hummed, pressing upwards, just a little bit, reveling in the way your back arched for him. Once he finally got you prepped, smearing your juices all over, earning more sounds from you, then he pushed a finger inside of your soft walls, drawling the sweetest sounds.

"God, s'fuckin soaked, honey, all f'me?" he asked, tilting his head slightly, lips turning into a mocking pout, earning nothing but incoherent babble from you. He adds another finger, drumming his fingers inside of that sweet spot, turning you into gooey mess, his cock twitching in his pants.

Only when you pathetically murmur out a "S-steve!" that he finally kisses you all over, tongue licking up a flat stripe up your cunt, making your brain short-circuit.

"Y'like that, sweetheart?" He hums, and you nod all dumb, making him chuckle in that arrogant tone, yet you can't even argue.

He is that good.

The tip of his nose brushes against your clit, "ride my face, honey," he murmurs, but it's more like an order, that perfect chocolatey gaze so full of lust that you can feel yourself clench, nothing but a little "okay" coming out of your glossy lips.

And he groans at your fucked out face, you look so perfect. Spread out in front of him, glistening with arousal, head thrown back, plushy lips slightly open with your uncontrollable moans.

He buries his face in your cunt before you can beg him to, teasing with kitten licks before sucking your clit into his mouth, you cry out in all glory, thighs squeezing his head, hands crushing the sheets beneath the two of you in need.

His cock twitches at the sound, caged beneath his boxers the more you grind against his tongue, and he fucking smirks at you, watching your face twist the second he slips his index fingers inside of you, words roll out of your tongue as nothing but disordered sounds.

His cold fingers curl inside of you, making you arch your back against him, you want to beg for more, but you can barely speak.

And of fucking course, he can tell, his devilish smirk growing wider before his padded thumb circles around your clit, the tip of his tongue keeping the rhythm.

His cock feels stiff, so fucking stiff that it feels uncomfortable, wanting, needing to feel your walls, to be inside of you, watch the way his huge cock stretches you fully.

"S-steve!" He knows that tone all too well, singing for him, the sweet sounds of your whimpers, letting him know that you are close to the edge, and he doesn't hesitate to add another finger.

"Doin' so good for me, sweetheart, you close, huh?" He mocks all knowingly, tongue sucking your clit while his fingers circle around it, it's all the stimulation you need and more, body going frail with how attending he is.

You give a slight nod, body flushed with lust, cunt clenching around him, "Use me," he begs, desperate, needing to see how heavenly you sound when you come around him, the prettiest face you wear.

"Use me to get yourself off, baby." The words sound filthier with his whiney tone, you know he's close too, just by eating you out. And it makes you want that sweet release so much more, chasing it eagerly.

His tongue picks up his movements, fingertips rubbing your clit with vigor, and you ride his face in all glory, chasing that little taste of heaven.

You don't know if it's the "Good girl," praise he offers, his fast-paced fingers on your swollen buds, or that celestial tongue of his sucking on your clit, but you lose it all. "Oh, f-fuck!" You moan out, every control of your body, gone.

Going to pieces when he makes you cum, your taste flooding his senses, overtaking him as well. It's all he wants, worship you, taste you on his tongue, watch your face contort over and over again.

That's the routine normally, but now it makes him realize how much more he enjoys this, having you spread apart in front of him, pussy fluttering around his tongue and fingers, and that's all it takes to have him leak all over, hips grinding into nothing but the sheets, cumming in his boxers, groans leaving his mouth.

It takes you a minute to register it all, barely able to catch your breath. "Steve, d-did you-" You looked down at his boxers, all warm and wet.

"S-shit, baby, I'm sorry, I just-" He mumbled, almost embarrassed, words jumbled together, blushing furiously.

God, that was so fucking hot.

He avoided your gaze, looking down on the mess he made, warm load spread all over his boxers, sure to leave a stain. Sticky and embarrassing him. "You just looked so fuckin' hot and tasted so good-"

"Steve," You interrupted him, his attention all on you, gaze so sweet that he can't avoid it. "What are you apologizing for that was so fucking hot," you blurted out, eyes blown wide with lust all over again.

"W-what?"

"Baby, you cumming your pants from eating me out just made you ten times hotter." You groaned all whiney, leaning in closer to him.

"Do you need me to take care of you now, Stevie?" You asked, tone sultry, and your doe-eyed gaze, dangerous, making his cock stiffen in record-breaking seconds.

"Keep talkin' to me like that and I'll cum in my pants once again, baby," he teased with a whine, lips still curled into a grin, making you giggle with your head thrown back.

"C'mere," you grabbed him by his shirt, kissing him roughly, teeths clashing and lust filling the room again as you tasted yourself all over his tongue.

Eager to make him fall into pieces again.

#woahhhhh #astro's tbr #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington drabbles #steve harrington blurbs #stevey

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writing reader inserts is so funny because it's like. yeah you would NOT say that but now you do and you're gonna enjoy it. it's inevitably pouring a part of you into this fic. it's describing your dissociative daydreams in overly detail to everyone searching specifically for food to feed their dissociative daydreams. it's coming up with a hundred different scenarios on how to get railed by your favorite 2D man and yeah his dick is always big and he wants you so badly. it's playing barbie with Y/N who is like an universal OC at this point. it's going on silly little adventures in my mind and taking you all with me. reader inserts i love you so much.

#astro rambles

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Have you seen the new show? It's on Tubu. It's literally on Heebee. It's on Poodee with ads. It's literally on Dippy. You can probably find it on Weeno. Dude it's on Gumpy. It's a Pheebo original. It's on Poob. You can watch it on Poob. You can go to Poob and watch it. Log onto Poob right now. Go to Poob. Dive into Poob. You can Poob it. It's on Poob. Poob has it for you. Poob has it for you.

#astro rambles

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𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

drink the lake (2.6, nsfw)

↳ a late night at lover’s lake has eddie falling head over heels for you.

bite your tongue (like my bad habit) (4.6k, nsfw)

↳ still you sit with him in a church parking lot, acting like you’re not falling for it. (until you do.)

cherry waves (1.2k)

↳ the one where eddie escapes the bats and vecna, too, all so he can find salvation in a bathtub with you.

𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐬/𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬

bully!eddie*

aftercare

#astro's tbr #eddie munson masterlist #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x you

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             —   FROM THE VOID, WITH LOVE    !

                             AO3     |     SPOTIFY     |     PINTEREST

a masterpost for the drabble series by yours truly. a revisitation of a well-loved story; watch two forever-lovers fall in love again. canon divergent, set during loki (2020). 

READ ME !  /  completed  ;  8/14/21

1.    the beginning of the beginning  2.    apartment CMY9 3.    dress code 4.    pester pester 5.    absolutely miserable 6.    blunder #1 7.    expectations 8.    control variable 9.    a time disguise 10.  fingers entwined 11.   half a sandwich 12.  beauty sleep 13.  the perfect storm 14.  a million meteorites 15.  keep on 16.  home is the heart 17.  petal-mouthed 18.  rib of adam 19.  desperation 20.  heart-haunted 21.  touch 22.  one more almost 23.  an ode to the void 24.  the catharsis of venus 25.  the end of the beginning

PART TWO:   BEYOND THE VOID !

SCROLL ME !

1.   the sacred timeline 2.   the variant timeline files 3.   the tag 4.   the god & the scientist 5.   fan art

#astro's tbr #from the void with love #loki x reader #loki x you #loki x y/n #loki imagine #mcu imagine #marvel imagine #loki laufeyson x reader #loki laufeyson x you #loki laufeyson imagine

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ppl who write dark content 🤝 people who don't write dark content but know that author's moral code ≠ their writing

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#astro rambles #the realist shit i've ever heard

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bed of fangs - eight (nsfw)

Vampire!Eddie Munson x fem!Reader Fantasy/Magic AU

Synopsis: What you did with Eddie in the baths was a choice. One that made you feel all kinds of way after. But the bigger question--how was this going to further complicate things? Would it?

Warnings: nsfw content; unfortunately there's some plot in the porn here, teasing, some second-hand embarrassment/awkwardness, dirty talk, nipple play, grinding, oral (r receiving), fingering, clit play, cockwarming, mention of spanking, unprotected sex, rough sex, eddie's got some stamina, multiple orgasms

Word Count: 6.2k

A/N: Sweet and spicy vamp!eddie lives in my head rent-free. may he live rent-free in yours as well :)

~*~*~*~*~ = ch break

The water was warm.

Steam curled around you in small coils that smelled like the lavender soap Eddie ran over your shoulders. Had you not floated, he had his arm around you holding you up. Holding you against him. Silence rang out in the space, and for a while, it felt uncomfortable. It felt vulnerable.

But you closed your eyes and leaned your head back, letting yourself have the moment.

You just…had to.

After the embrace had finally loosened, this was where Eddie brought you. Back into the water with a gentle grip, refusing to let any part of you do the work. You’d hardly lifted a finger as he pulled you against him, carefully cleaning every inch he could in that position. The movements were so awkward that they became endearing. A dangerous thought, but you’d long gone past the line of dangerous with this now, hadn’t you?

“Do you feel it?” you asked, breaking the silence as he cupped a handful of water and poured it over your shoulder. 

His chest rumbled with a quiet hm?

“The water. The warmth.” You watched his fingers trail along your skin, the remaining reaction from the bite on your neck sparking need where you already felt sore. “You don’t get any warmer in it.”

“I can feel when fire burns me, can’t I?” he answered rather cheekily. There was a rough edge to his voice that carried itself over as a whisper along your spine. 

“Well, yeah, but I mean–”

“I know what you mean.”

There was a pause as he shifted beneath you. Every part of him touched you for a moment there, and it felt wonderful. Dangerous. Nerve-wracking. But wonderful. Like something you hadn't had in far longer than years. It scared you now that the high wore off. Made your heart thunder and stutter. But you couldn't do much about it now except accept it.

“I feel you,” he murmured.

His hand found yours, and he lifted it, turning your palm to face up. The tips of his fingers ran from the ends of yours all the way along your palm and down your forearm. He was tracing your veins there.

“You fucking burn.” His mouth nipped beneath your ear. “At least now I know why.”

You slowly sat up, willing yourself to look at him. It was an internal fight over whether you thought it would actually be a good idea. It was–he looked absolutely irritated as he looked over you. Until his eyes met yours, and then he just gave you a pointed look that felt all too human.

“I burn you?” you asked softly.

There wasn’t a single vampire who’d mentioned anything like that before, although you did tend to try and limit your physical contact with them. The most they’d touched you was in an attempt at unmatched combat. And by then, you either had to choose to submit or gain a chance to flee. Kieran was one of the few who’d actively had contact with you in a non-violent way until you’d refused to join his posse. It was only after you’d killed Ruby that he put his hands around your throat. And it’d all happened so fast, there hadn’t been the chance to notice if he’d had any kind of reaction other than pure irritation and disgust. Hatred.

“Didn’t notice it until after I tasted you.”

Your cheeks grew hotter, and the corner of his mouth flicked up in a smirk.

“There’s how humans normally feel…” He narrowed his eyes and tapped the underside of your jaw with dripping fingers. “Then there’s you.”

“Stop that,” you stuttered frantically.

Eddie grinned as you swatted his hand away. Frustratingly, when it dipped back below the water as you stubbornly turned your back to him, it came up and found your chest. Just a gentle touch. Cupped and only slightly squeezed before he started to play with your nipple.

“You like burning for me,” he murmured beneath your ear.

“Shut up.”

Your words turned into a sigh as he kissed the sweet spot still sensitive there. Kissed then licked then brought his lips up to the shell of your ear. He pinched your nipple just hard enough to draw a gasp from you.

"C'mon. You've already admitted it." Both hands found your chest, and he toyed with you. Pinched and tweaked beneath the water until you were squirming. He was hard again against your ass, and you weren't sure you could go another round. "Let me hear how badly you want me again."

You barely had the mental soundness to push through the ache finding itself in your core. But you found it through the soreness, reaching up to grab his wrists. Your legs were weak as you pushed them down and swam away, toes brushing the bottom of the bath. He watched with a crooked grin, like a predator waiting to strike. But he didn’t come after you. He just tilted his head back and watched.

You sank low into the water. Until your chin touched it.

“Said the vampire who's okay with only having me.”

You knew the implication of the words. His and yours. 

“You’ll be the only one from now on.” 

A hell of a promise for him to make when part of his income came from taking others in his bed. When that was probably just part of who he was at that point. You hadn't asked him for that, either. Which felt worse. Better–better than you could've liked–but still worse. Because he was doing it for you.

His chest moved with a deep breath, but his smile didn’t twitch. That wasn’t helping the weird collection of emotions burying their way into your gut.

“I’m well aware of what I said,” he said casually. Like it wasn’t some massive thing dropped like a stone through ice on a frozen lake, wreaking havoc in the habitat below. “Do you want me to take it back?”

You glanced down at the water.

“No.”

You sank lower into it until it covered all of you except your eyes. Your lungs burned as you held your breath. Still, your eyes locked. His mouth ticked into a higher smirk. His hair dripped as he tilted his head and pushed up from the wall.

You didn't breathe until he got to you. He hauled you higher, hooking one of your legs around his waist. The contact between his erection against your cunt brought a wince and a gasp, pleasure and pain. He rocked his hips slowly, studying your face as your hands turned harsh on his shoulders. He kept up the languid rolls until your head fell back. Then he went a little faster, putting focus on your clit.

One hand came up and cupped the side of your head as he pressed a heated kiss to your neck.

"That's what I thought." He nipped at the skin but didn't draw blood. "Are you going to be able to handle me every night?" His fingers splayed over then dug into the meat of your ass, locking you against him. "Cause I do really fucking enjoy what I do." 

A spark of worry shot through you without much warning. You tensed, and Eddie so obviously felt it. There were many consequences to agreeing to have Eddie in your bed every night, some that fell down the same rabbit holes as offering him your blood. But being the only person he did…this…with…

He murmured your name so softly you almost thought he meant it as such.

What if he gets bored of me? was the first thought.

What if you couldn’t handle what he gave you? You were only human, after all. Other humans had, but the others…like the healer…

His hand slid up and grabbed you by your jaw. It wasn’t a mean grip, but your eyes still widened as he brought you to look at him. He waited, eyes locked on yours, for a response. Your breath felt trapped in your throat. 

“What just happened?”

“Nothing,” you lied. You conjured up a smile to go with it. “Keep going.”

But he didn't. Either he connected the dots or simply saw through your poor attempt at covering; it didn't matter much. He still gave your chin a pinch before letting go, keeping an arm around your waist as he brought you to the edge of the bath. He hauled you out onto wobbly, unsteady legs and didn't bother to hide his grin as you both did much of the same thing.

Looked.

He looked at every messy inch of you.

You looked at every bare inch of him. Rock hard and erect all included.

That was inside you.

That’s what he fucked his fist with the other night in his bed.

That’s what you did to him. You burned him. You had him looking at you so hungrily; it was like all of that had taken place months ago, not minutes or days. Your breath came out with a shudder before he plucked up your towel and draped it around you.

“Come on.” He leaned in and pressed a burning kiss to your cheek. “I don’t think your pretty cunt can take any more tonight.” The backs of his fingers skated over the curve of your breast. It brushed your nipple and sent a bolt of lightning through you. “There’s no one outside. Let’s get back before that changes.”

~*~*~*~*~

So much and so little made sense all at the same time. A true conundrum, really. It haunted you from the moment you left the bathhouse until you woke up the next morning alone in your tent with a note from Eddie. A tonic, too. 

Wow. Slept pretty soundly after all that. 

To help. I was a little…rough last night.

You felt a wave of soreness course through your lower half as you sat up. Upper half, too, but that was from what sat beneath the bandage. He'd gone out of his way to come back to your tent with you last night, even when you told him he could return to whatever nightly activities he normally did. The implication was not intended, certainly not after all you'd done in and by the baths. But it felt weird having him sticking around after he bandaged you up, helped you into your pajamas, and tucked you in. Not all done in some infantilizing way–he was that much of an asshole.

But he just seemed to want to stick around.

Just to make sure.

You downed the tonic before falling back against your pillows. 

Holy hell.

Wrapping your mind around what’d happened was an impossible task. Replaying it just proved to remind you not just in memory, but when your body ached at the phantom touches, you both missed him and ached for him. Although, the ache was starting to switch more and more into the good kind the longer the tonic had time to set in.

You decided to look at it as a good thing. Not the deeply vulnerable, emotional, sweet thing it could be. Nothing about him doing all of that for you. Nothing about him promising to only be with you. Nothing about him lingering in your arms after. Nothing about that. 

Your magic was back in order. 

That’s what you focused on.

It was like your list of things to compartmentalize had been one over, and it'd been taken off after last night. You could breathe again. You could focus. It was laughable that all you'd needed was to get laid, but that was simplifying it, wasn't it?

Then simplify it.

That was easier.

And as you hauled out of bed to grab a late breakfast, you needed simple if you were going to get through the day pretending Eddie hadn’t fucked you senseless last night. There were bigger things to worry about besides that, anyway. Who cared why you fought a wince upon sitting at an empty table when there was a half-werewolf rushing your way to remind you of the very woman you were trying to avoid.

“You told Pria you didn’t want to do it?”

Link frowned as she plopped down beside you.

Damn it.

Better to get it over with now, though. 

“It’s really not my scene, Link. I’m sorry.” You gave her a tight smile. Nobody could really know–lest they’d been bathing at the same time as you last night–but it felt like you’d fucked Eddie was a giant sign plastered to your back waiting to be noticed. “You’ll do great, though. I’m sure Lady Ana will be enthralled by your performance, as will Pria.”

“I hope so. We do auditions soon.” She pouted. “I just really wanna see how the elite live.”

Dangerously. Exorbitantly. Some more maliciously than others.

Where Lady Ana fell on the spectrum, you were a little biased in deciding.

You finished your breakfast and went to find Luna before you had to perform that afternoon. She wiped out the bite mark and the rest of the soreness. Whether she knew it was there or not, as always, it went unsaid. She did make a comment about you looking more relaxed that you just nodded and ignored.

You had a show to put on, a royal to avoid, and whatever vampires might be waiting in the shadows to come out. 

Come nightfall, Eddie was one of them.

And he was true to his word.

He found you in your tent after the circus ended. The outside still buzzed with people, and you were just changing into a set of white cotton pajamas when he slipped inside. He tied the straps of your tent behind his back, eyes falling over you, adrenaline clearly pumping from his performance.

You swallowed hard.

“How’re you feeling?” he asked, tipping his chin down. 

“Luna fixed me right up.” You walked slowly over to his bed. Waited as you slowly sank down to the edge. You weren’t sure how this worked when it wasn’t a spontaneous thing. This felt…awkward. You felt awkward. Were you supposed to invite him over? “I did think of you, though, before then.”

Eddie’s mouth curved into a wide smile.

“Do you want me here tonight?”

You let out a slow breath, slowly looking over your tent. Thin fabric separated you from the rest of the camp. They were going to know in the end, weren’t they? They’d find out the truth eventually. Eddie was already into it, Falcon knew an unspecified amount, and Link was so invested, it made you envious. 

“No feeding,” you said after a second. It wasn’t the right night, so if he was there under the impression that doing this meant he could bend the rules–

“I know.” 

Your heart jerked to life in your chest. He was there just for you. Probably just to satiate some desire he was used to satiating every night. Multiple times a night? You’d never probed regarding how many people he…had fun with…during the nights. You weren’t sure you wanted to know the answer.

“You fucking burn.”

“I feel you.”

Maybe you truly weren’t lending him enough credit for whatever was going on inside of him. 

“And you still want to…?” You plucked at a few strings on the blanket beneath you. “Even though you won’t get to drink?”

Eddie peered up at the top of your tent and took a wide, dramatic step forward. He pursed his lips and took another. Then another. An amused grin brightened his features before he tilted his head and reached to you, putting two fingers under your chin to look up. To hold his gaze.

“I wanna drink something else, (Y/N).” 

Oh, what the fuck?

One little push and you were on your back. He waited for a second as you scrambled onto your elbows. With wide eyes, you blinked at him standing between your legs. Your breath held as the backs of his fingers skated along your inner leg, and he continued to wait. Waited and waited the whole length of your leg until he got to the tie on your shorts. 

“Lift.”

A command that, a few weeks ago, you would’ve considered burning a fist mark into his cheek had he said it to you. Now, you felt that very heat flush the rest of you.

You lifted your hips.

“I’m confused,” you muttered, voice meeker than intended. 

“Oh, did you forget what we did at the baths?” He tugged your shorts down. The underwear you had on beneath it stayed on. “I plan on reminding you, don’t worry.”

“No, I mean…” 

Your chest moved faster as he reached back down. His fingers curled around your underwear and started to tug down. They only got part way before you felt like you were going to explode. 

“Why?”

Eddie stopped for only a second, flicking his attention up to your face. He studied you and must've discerned something in your expression cause he started moving again. You squeezed the edge of your bed as your underwear went from being on you to joining your shorts on the floor. You tried to close your legs and bring your knees up, hiding what he'd already seen. But two hands brought them right back down to where they were. Shoved them open for him to kneel between. To plant a kiss against your inner thigh. To drop his eyes right to where you felt yourself already wet and needy.

He leaned in, and his fingers had the gentlest touch against your cunt. Just a brush. A tease of a touch. Like a breath of air you’d never feel from him.

“Because I like the way you feel.” His fingers did another pass over you. They touched this time. Skated between your folds before spreading to fully expose your clit. He leaned closer. “I like the way you taste.”

“But–”

Your head fell back as his mouth wrapped around your clit. You tried to reach for that rational thought–why did he like it? Why did he agree to this? Why were you worth it if he could’ve even feed every night you were together? Why? Why? Why?

You threw your arms across your face in an x. Your blankets and sheets were messed up as you clawed at them, and the sounds leaving your mouth were choked and broken. Tried–you really tried to keep quiet. Tried really hard not to let anything more than some gasps leave your throat. But as his hands skated up beneath your knees and he shoved them back, you were left pinned beneath his mouth. Pinned beneath how his tongue swirled over your clit and how ravenous he was with his movements. 

Devour.

That’s what he was doing.

Devouring. Taunting. Trying to make you break. And you squirmed. Writhed hard as his tongue slipped lower and plunged into you, much like his fingers had the last few times. You bit down hard on your lip at the new sensation. Your teeth were sharp against it. At least you knew how much force would break the skin that time.

You barely kept from doing so.

A choked moan did break free when one hand left your knee to go to your cunt, though. He grinned against your clit before sucking it into his mouth. A groan starting in the middle of his chest made it vibrate all the way onto your clit just as two fingers pressed inside of you. They curled perfectly–like he’d committed to how to make you squirm atop them to his memory.

His name came out in multiple failed attempts as you pulled up on your blankets, bringing them over your face.

His smile was pure sin as he hummed again.

He locked his arm around you then, keeping you stuck against his mouth as his fingers plunged back into you. Again and again and again and again. Every drag was audible. Every lick. Every suck. If someone walked by outside, they’d be able to hear. They’d know. They’d know.

Fuck.

“Fuck.”

Fuck.

You whimpered loudly beneath where your face was covered, the blankets soft against your cheeks. Tears stung behind your eyes as you tried to blink them away, but they only fell. He was…this was…unbearable. You unsuccessfully bit back a gasp only to let a whine slip out, and that was it. It was loud, and it echoed in your tent. Another one came out as Eddie moved his fingers a little faster and honed in on giving your clit non-stop attention.

“Wait–”

You felt like you were going to burst if you climaxed while trying not to make a sound. It built up as a pressure in your lower abdomen while you held your breath. Nails scraped the fabric currently trying to act like a net around you, but Eddie didn’t wait. Didn’t stop. Didn’t even hesitate. 

His name left you more than once in a frantic plea.

Your legs closed around him as his fingers plunged into you. The slick sounds sent heat to your cheeks and all the way to the tips of your ears. Still, you clenched your jaw as the rest of you coiled and coiled and coiled until there was nothing left to coil. Your hips tried to lift, but Eddie kept them pinned right where they were as he lapped at your clit. As you hooked your legs around his head, over his shoulders, trying not to kick him. 

You bit down on a mouthful of blankets as you came, legs pulling him where he already had zero intention of moving from, gushing around his fingers. Sobbing into the fabric as he sucked your clit into his mouth once more and added just enough suction to make you want to scream. 

He kept his fingers inside you as he rose, nudging your legs off before you even had a second to collect yourself. You were just moving the blankets off of your face as Eddie leaned over you, going for your shirt with his free hand in the process. You hardly managed to get the tears from your cheeks. Your arms lifted and off went your shirt, exposing the rest of you all while Eddie slowly moved his fingers inside you.

Your throat and lips ached as he found your gaze. He rolled one nipple beneath his tongue before kissing over to the other.

“I,” he said, speaking between nips and kisses, “like how you feel, (Y/N).” He pressed the heel of his palm against your clit and wiggled it. 

A gasp pushed out as your back arched, and there were his lips. Right above yours. You were met with a heated gaze that went right to where his fingers curled. So raw. So hungry. You battled between wanting to curl up into a tight ball to try and process the flow of emotions that’d been shoved aside after last night and wanting to go all in with whatever the hell was coursing through him.

In the end, you parted your mouth to meet his hungry kiss, arching into him and sliding your knees along his sides.

“And I’m addicted to how you taste,” he whispered against your lips. “What other fucking reason do I need to be here?”

He tilted his head, and his mouth quirked into a mischievous smile. He moved you further back onto your bed with one arm and kneed your legs open. Again, your noses nudged, and his fingers slid from your cunt. Off went his shirt. Off went his boots. Off went the rest of his wardrobe, leaving you to watch wide-eyed until he was naked. Until he was holding one leg beneath your knee, forcing your legs to stay wide open for him as he rocked his hips. 

You were a trembling mess before he even started running his cock between your folds.

Seeing him like that, framed in your tent, on your bed…

A year ago, you were doing your best to not even be in the same space as him. The sound of his name sent a chill down your spine. Sent irritation and anger and a fear you refused to handle. Now…?

“Well, I guess I do also enjoy the sounds you make.” He tipped his head back as he lined his cock up. You clawed at your bed as he filled you. Holy fuck. He went even slower than last night. Far slower. Like he needed you to feel every thick, hard, girthy inch that filled you. “And how eager you are for my cock.”

He pinned your leg up and against him as he bottomed out, head lolled to the side, eyes glued to you. Oh my god. You wanted to do a few many things like that. Sob, whine, whimper. Squirm–you did do that. You clawed around and tried to move your hips when his clearly refused to do so. But nothing changed your current predicament.

“I wish I could've told you on day one that you'd be like this for me." He dropped his hand, and–lord–he swiped his thumb over your clit. Slow, slow, slow–then fast. So fast. Fast and merciless, and you were too sensitive for that kind of touch. You whined too loudly and writhed on his cock, trying to take what he wasn’t giving you and to get away from the sudden, direct attention his thumb gave you. “You think you would’ve believed me?”

Now wasn’t the time for either of you to fucking reminisce. You were on the verge of breaking apart under his thumb. You were about to sob. You–

Oh, fuck.

You seethed through your teeth with a throaty moan as the new coil in your stomach came too hard and too fast. You did some semblance of cursing Eddie as you pressed your head back. Holy hell. 

Holy fuck.

You clamped down around his cock and felt your magic course fiery through you.

Then Eddie started moving his hips.

He dropped your leg and came down, mouth hovering over yours as you tried to catch your breath; tried to collect yourself. But as he rutted into you, you weren’t given much of a chance. He gave you such a deep, desperate kiss, you thought you could drown in him.

"If I go too far," he murmured against your jaw, "or if I hurt you…" His voice was so suddenly soft, you nearly got whiplash. "Tell me. 'Kay?"

You nodded without a second thought.

“That’s my girl.”

His grin wasn’t the only thing that sent a flutter of…of something to your stomach just then. You wrapped yourself around him as best as you could and hugged him closer. As close as you could get him. Like you'd miss out on something–on part of him–if you didn't have all of him touching you.

He let you.

He gave it to you.

He gave it to you two more times in that position, kissing you through every sob that broke through. Kissed you through every climax until you whined his name, body weak and head spinning. Pressed his head against the crook of your neck and growled your name as he bottomed out shortly after, locking you in an embrace as he came, cock twitching inside of you. 

His fingers trailed along your side as you found yourself atop his chest at some point. A damp cloth had been between your legs, and he'd given you his shirt, and then you were there. Eddie was a cuddler. He had his head tilted to rest on yours, an arm wrapped around you, and his other running along your side. 

“You don’t always feel cold,” you muttered into his chest. He may not have been cold, but there still wasn’t a heartbeat underneath your hand. 

“And I can feel you sometimes,” he said matter of factly.

You took a deep breath, mind whirling with thought after thought that finally came back to you. Your fingers continued to draw patterns on the skin that felt almost lukewarm underneath them. Like he’d spent a few hours out in a fresh chill yet still basking in the sun. A thought poked through and managed to wiggle through your filter before you could stop it.

“Do you miss being human?”

Eddie’s hand stilled on your side for a long moment before it started again.

“I…regret what not being human brought.”

His uncle. The woman. Whatever else he'd dealt with while with Kieran. Guilt pricked every inch of you, and, for some reason, you huddled closer. Eddie didn't shove you away.

“I’m sorry,” you ended up saying. 

You expected Eddie to go right for giving you shit by saying it wasn’t your fault. Or something along those lines–a full spiel he’d probably given anyone who showed him any ounce of pity or sympathy. 

He didn’t.

Just after an extended pause, he just said the one word.

“Thanks.”

Nothing more was said after that as sleep tugged your attention away. Gradually, you felt your eyes close, and Eddie…he wasn’t leaving? He also wasn’t trying to keep you awake. He wasn’t trying anything nefarious as you let your head get comfortable on his chest. He wasn’t doing anything except laying there as you slowly got blanketed in sleep.

And you slept.

Slept hard and dreamless.

A few hours later, you found him still beneath you. 

A few hours later, his mouth was on yours and he whispered to ask if you wanted more. Asked if you could take more. Half asleep, blissed out and burning as his mouth trailed along your neck, you never knew you’d needed it until it’d been offered.

He had you face down, arms wrapped around a pillow, biting down on it as his hands clutched your hips. Every wet slap of skin echoed in your tent as he grunted, rutting deep into you again and again. His hand even came down, and a sharp sting against the meat of your ass made you yelp.

He did it again.

He made you cum like that. Put a hand on your lower back to keep your back arched and growled into the night. About how well you took his cock. How eager you were for it. How you gushed over him again even after all you’d done before. Just a few hours ago. How you were an endlessly burning candle whose flame he continued stoking. 

When he fell forward, cock softening inside you, he planted kisses where he could get them on your shoulders. 

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked softly.

“No,” you breathed. “But I…I don’t think I’ve ever, um, climaxed this much in one night. I–”

His laugh was loud and bassy against your back, and embarrassment swallowed you.

“Just because I have my magic under control doesn’t mean I won’t turn you to ash,” you snapped over your shoulder.

"You won't," he was quick to say. More kisses were left along the bared skin. "I make you feel too fucking good."

A few extra thrusts made you shudder. 

“You’re the worst.”

“Is that why you wanted to go again?” He turned you to face him, mouth crashing onto yours while he managed to get you in a tangling embrace. Lord. It felt so…so nice. He felt nice. Infuriatingly. “Again and again and again.’

“Yeah,” you whined. “To get you to shut the hell up.”

Eddie beamed against your lips. A wide, smug, amused grin. It rocked you to your core and made the temperature inside your tent rise. The moderately sized space felt endless, yet the size of a coin. Trapped in his arms, beneath him–welcoming it–you felt sleep draw near again. The sun would be up soon; you could sense it. You could see it on Eddie's face, too. The slight exhaustion softened his features, making his eyes hang half-lidded, much like how they already were. A small smile lacked the hard edges his normal one always kept unsheathed. The emotion in his eyes spiraled and glittered.

“Goodnight,” you heard him say through the cloud of dreams. “Tomorrow’s gonna be fun.”

You fell deep into sleep, not hearing him leave after a gentle kiss was placed to your temple. Again, you didn’t dream. Not really. Bits of wildflower fields and snowy mountains, but nothing else. No memories. No pain. Just sleep.

You really heard his words when you awoke to the sun creeping in. In blissful ignorance, you'd thought he meant when night came, and he got to feed. When you repeated all of that again in the euphoric cloud. But it wasn't just that.

You’d fucked at camp. In your tent.

Multiple times.

Loud enough.

You blinked up at the top of your tent as the ray of sunlight grew wider. The heat hit you and blinded you for a moment, but then came the realization. Brought to you by a smirking Falcon, a cup of whatever rich drink Kysa had cooked up for the crew in one hand and a tonic in the other. Still dressed in Eddie’s shirt, surely covered in marks that were not from feeding, you had little ignorance to feign. 

“Looks like you had a fun night,” he said, passing you the cup. He set the tonic down beside your bed. 

You took a long, steaming sip. Your throat was raw.

“Who all knows?” you asked dryly. 

Might as well rip the bandaid off.

Falcon’s grin grew wry and apologetic. 

Oh, fantastic. You must’ve been louder than you’d realized. Bastard. Eddie hadn’t even given you a fighting chance. The secret would’ve gotten out anyway–it wasn’t like there was anywhere else for you two to have privacy. But still.

“What should I expect when I go out there?”

"Mm. Link's already awake and excited. Tamara's telling people she knew you two were skirting the truth. I am unsure of Jax's opinion or Luna's. Pria had to leave her tent at sunrise for something deeper into the city." 

Your brows pinched. That was interesting. Pria sneaking off early in the morning? Did that mean good news or bad? Did that news even fall into an area you could afford to care about? One wrong item added to your internal list, and you could see yourself losing a grip on your magic again. 

Hopefully, it was something regarding more supplies to fill vendors and carts. Or materials to mend tents. Hopefully, it was as basic as it could get.

“And you? Your opinion?” you asked, peering up at him. He tucked a brown strand of hair behind his ear and laughed softly. You’d seen more than a few circus goers fawn over him whenever it came to be his turn on stage. But pursuing them was never his interest. Pursuing anyone wasn’t. He preferred himself and the occasional company of his friends. “You’re bringing me all this, so am I to hope it’s good?”

“I’m not the best judge of who works with who.” His dark eyes found yours, and the softness had a fondness much the same way as when you’d find him in the forest. He’d turn and tell you those stories of traveling, of fighting, or learning from the birds. He even showed you how to feed them. “But you already look brighter.”

Heat blossomed over your cheeks.

"Although, I'm unsure if that's because of him or because of what took place in the bed last night…" 

A bolt of lightning fell from two fingers and scattered dirt half a foot away from Falcon. His laugh illuminated the tent more than the sun. You could’ve closed your eyes and memorized the moment. It felt so close to the first few months after you’d joined Pria’s troupe. Falcon had been one of the quieter ones, and quieter helped. It let you listen. So you sat with him. Occasionally talked. Then continued to talk. Then listened. Listened to a lot more than your surroundings. 

Luna was one of the firsts you’d gotten to know, but Falcon was the first friend you’d made.

“I believe you two could make an interesting match,” he said, dusting off some dirt that’d gone up to his bag. “I trust you both know what you’re doing.”

A pang of guilt hit you. He had no fucking idea what the two of you were doing. What you were really doing. How much you’d fucked Eddie over by feeding him your blood. A notion you’d been trying not to think about for a while, and it was one you couldn’t dwell on now. What was done was done. 

Falcon turned, giving you a knowing smile on his way out. 

“It’s nothing serious,” you called after him. “Don’t give me that look.”

“Oh, I believe you.” 

But the look over his shoulder said the exact opposite. And you were left to sink back against your pillows as Falcon let. Left to think about all that was waiting for you once you left your left. Once you saw those who now knew, who’d heard, who were waiting for you to spill all the details. 

And even though the sun had only just risen, nerves burned in your stomach at what was to come that night. 

One thing at a time, you told yourself, feeling your magic course through your veins.

Just…one thing at a damn time.

For now.

#astros recs #eds #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #x reader #x fem!reader #vampire!eddie munson #vampire!eddie #bed of fangs

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you never know what someone is going through. for instance i didnt know i was going through anything until about 2 years later. i thought i was just chilling

#astro rambles #text

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Omfgggggg I love him like this

Time to Pretend .. Will Graham x student! Reader

Content warning . 18+ NSFW

His sweet little moans sound so delicious in her ear that it almost seems right to be touching him like this.

Oh, and how sweet he looks. Her forensics professor leans against his desk, big arms gripping the edge of it as his pants rest at his ankles. His cock is red and achy in her hand as she rubs the tip of him with her palm.

He stays still for the most part, but boy does he make faces. His mouth dropped open, eyes scrunched closed as she whispers foul mouthed things in his ear. He whines when she kisses him firmly on the mouth, feverently pressing his lips against hers like a man starved. She pulls away from him with a small chuckle.

“Concentrate, professor.“

“Please,” he murmurs, breathless. Her thumb rubs over his cockhead and he fucks into her hand with shallow thrusts. “Please, baby— I can’t—“

“You can,” she coos. His glasses fall crooked on his nose, and she kisses him on the cheek before setting them straight. “Come on, professor Graham, don’t you want to be a good boy for me?”

The sound he makes is borderline pornographic. He nods, because yes, he wants to be a good boy for her, he wants it more than his next breath. He bites his lower lip to muffle his sounds— it’s a lunch break, and anyone could walk in.

“Look at you, honey,” she sighs out, hypnotized by the pre cum spilling over her fist. “You’re so wet. Practically dripping down my hand.”

“It’s.. it’s because you’re making me feel so good,” he breathes out. His hand reaches out to wrap around the wrist stroking him, and he doesn’t know if he wants her to stop or keep going because his brain has turned to complete mush. He assumes the latter, because he can feel his orgasm rapidly approaching when she twists her wrist a certain way. “You’re making me feel so good. Fuck— “He tilts his head back, eyes rolling. “ I’m— I’m close. I’m gonna—“

Her hand stops, pulls away from him so suddenly that he lets out a choked sob. Not again.

“No!” He whines, and reaches out to grab her fingers and put them back where they belong. She slaps his hand away.

“Did I say you could do that?” she asks, scolding. “Put your hands on the desk. Don’t fucking touch me, ever.”

He wants to scream. But his obedience doesn’t waiver now, and he digs his fingernails into the wood of the table. She smiles at this, her hands trailing up to his hips and squeezing them.

“You’re so pretty,” she praises, and tilts her head. “It’s too bad you’re such a brat.”

“I’m not.” he replies under his breath, almost annoyed. But not really— he could never be annoyed with her.

“What was that?”

“Nothing.”

“That’s what I thought,” she says, before wrapping her hand around him again. He sighs in relief, his cock so red that it’s almost purple. How long has it been since they begun this? Thirty, maybe forty minutes? He should be concerned about getting caught, but right now he’s too far gone to care.

There she goes again. Bringing Will to the edge, denying him. Over, and over, and over. Until some semblance of mercy is cast upon the poor man when he sees her pull down the front of her skirt. She tugs the waistband of her underwear open so he can see the top of her mound, and she directs the tip of his cock right above it. She jacks him feverently, telling him to squirt all over her aching pussy.

Will is excited, almost relieved of all of his fucking issues when she says this. It’s all going great— until the sound of a doorknob jingling reverberates through the room.

Panic surges through Will. He had locked the door (thank god), but now the person on the other side begins to knock.

He thought she would panic. She doesn’t.

“Better cum now, professor,” she teases, batting her eyelashes, and he bites into his wrist. “Cmon, baby, I’m finally letting you cum. Is a little audience really giving you cold feet?”

“(Y/N), I swear to God—“

“Will?”

He hears a voice from outside, one that seems to be looking for him.

Jack Crawford. He’s getting edged by one of his students, and the person to come knocking on his classroom door is Jack fucking Crawford. His forehead bumps against hers and his mouth falls open.

He can’t help what happens next. Maybe it’s all the pent up sensations, or the way her pussy looks so delectable and she’s begging for him to cum all over it— maybe it’s the fact that he might get caught. But the man’s mouth drops open, drool seeping out of the corner of it, and he finally, finally reaches his peak.

He practically drenches the girl’s panties, glazes the inside with sticky white and fights the urge to yell how thankful he is. She strokes him through his orgasm, a grin on her face at the sight of his spend coating her. The knocking sounds louder, but fuck it feels so good that Will could care less.

She pulls her hand away when he comes down. She smiles, her lips grazing the shell of his ear.

“Good boy,” she whispers, and he shudders.

“Will?” Jack’s voice sounds again, concerned almost. “Are you in there?”

The girl shakes her head— a signal. There’s a smile on her face as she sees Will’s distraught face. He stays silent.

It isn’t long before Jack leaves, going off elsewhere to find him. He hears retreating footsteps, and breathes a sigh of relief. Looking at her, his jaw clenches tight.

“Why did you do that?”

She shrugs. “Why not?”

He wants to be angry, but all he’s thinking about is the load that’s drying in her underwear. She kisses his cheek before she skips to the door, vacant on the other side.

“See you tomorrow, professor.”

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Jesus H Christ. Lord... I love this so so much !!

bed of fangs - seven (nsfw)

Vampire!Eddie Munson x fem!Reader Fantasy/Magic AU

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Synopsis: After the attack, after the move Eddie pulled in front of Tamara, Link, and Jax, after everything seems to continue relentlessly, you push on. Exhausted.

Warnings: fluff, angst, nsfw content; jealous!reader, obligatory bickering warning, blood, mentions of past violence, descriptions of anxiety/panicking/being overwhelmed, vampire bites = aphrodisiac, dirty talk, teasing, sexual tension, clit play, fingering, dom!eddie, oral (r receiving), smidge of oversensitivity, unprotected sex, rough sex, multiple orgasms, implied creampie

Word Count: 9.7k

A/N: This one's a doozy. Hope you like it :)

~*~*~*~*~ = ch break

You wouldn’t have slept much even if the circus had been quiet that night. Your thoughts kept you awake just as did all the sounds around you. As did the very obvious cries of desire coming from that annoying, no-good, frustrating tent just across camp. You tried to put the images out of your head as you tossed and turned, but it was far too easy to imagine the person Eddie had sprawled out on his bed. Or people. 

You put your pillow over your head at one point to drown out the sounds and the possibilities. 

A few hours later, you eventually rolled out of bed with horrendous eyebags, a sore neck, and a stone in your stomach heavy with guilt. Link and Jax weren’t making it any better at breakfast when they said how sad they were to find out that it hadn’t been you in Eddie’s tent who’d gotten all excited last night. 

At least there was one positive. You’d missed the deadline to sign up for Ana’s party with Link. Bullet dodged. Now, you just had to do your afternoon performance, and then you could take another step toward putting everything behind you. You’d keep a low profile the rest of your time in Caldwater, then you’d be gone. Then you wouldn’t have to worry as much. You wouldn’t have to do anything except occasionally give Eddie blood–which you reluctantly had to do come nightfall–but then you'd be safe. 

Everything would feel less…scary.

You closed your eyes at the back of the massive performance tent, listening to the crowd cheer and clap as the show continued on. It was a nice noise. You also saw the irony of your current career choice, given your words to Eddie last night, but Pria was all you'd had. She'd given you what you'd needed to survive. To keep surviving.

Your body felt sore from your performance. The palms of your hands tingled from the last bolt of lightning for your costume change. Little sparks shot up as you looked down at them atop your lap. The back of the chair was hard and unforgiving against your spine as you willed your magic to calm. 

Once upon a time, before you even knew you had magic, you used to feel the same tingling crawl across you like the gaze of a predator. The blade of a knife waiting to find the exact right place to strike. When you hit the end of your fourth year, that right spot ended up being your palms. The wrong spot was at the other end of the bolt that struck your tutor, Lucille. Even so young, it’d been strong. Uncontrollable. 

At least she died upon impact. 

Francis–a guard who was particularly upset at the runny-nosed kid who’d spilled juice on his armor–was less lucky. His armor melted to him as you screamed, feeling your skin melt off your bones.

Breathe.

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as you tuned the rest of the circus out. For a moment, through the myriad of smells, you got a hint of home. Of the flowers blooming in the field with petals caught in the wind. The small lake nearby that always smelled like fresh rain. The bright sun that seemed to burn brighter when you slid underneath it.

The cold snow that felt perfect on your skin when you’d get dragged to your grandparents on the rarest of occasion that they wished to house their blood.

What an odd thing to miss. You missed missing it. You just felt…tired. Wherever you made camp was your home, but it still…felt far away. It all felt trapped outside of a bubble that you couldn’t pop to free yourself from. Like when you’d step into the extravagant parties on Ana’s arm, dousing yourselves in the scent of luxury, debauchery, and endless smoke from pipes. 

Tired. You were just tired.

A bolt of lightning the size of your finger shot from the end of one when a hand fell to your shoulder. What the fuck? Eddie kissing you last night must’ve thrown off your talents. Sparks were normal between both magics, but not this. Not sparking a bolt between you and someone else. If Eddie hadn’t been Eddie, he could’ve been seriously injured.

He could’ve ended up like Lucille.

You fought that familiar panicky shiver as you glanced up at the person to whom the hand belonged.

Your heart sank hard and fast.

“What’s up, Pria?” you asked, giving her a polite smile. 

“Come by my tent after dinner tonight.” She tapped your shoulder. “We have much to discuss.”

Oh. How horrifying. 

You nodded as casually as you could. She matched it with a smile that did absolutely nothing to calm you down. No relief. No hope. Just pure, unadulterated anxiety as she walked away. 

Had she heard about you and Eddie? No shit, of course she had. But how much? Was that what it was about? Or maybe she needed you to do more shows? Or she’d heard about the vampire attack against you? Too many options. 

Fuck. 

What if Link signed you up without inquiring with you first, and she wanted to talk to you about your performance with Link.

Damn it.

Damn it all.

You hardly touched your dinner, leg bouncing underneath the table. You also didn’t interact much with those who sat around you, still stuck on what’d happened last night. Apparently, your lack of pulling away from Eddie was still intriguing. You shut it down with a simple comment about how you were considerably monogamous, so even if the stars aligned to try and make you enjoy Eddie’s company, you weren’t meant to be. 

Then, before anyone could protest what they couldn't since Eddie had made his nightly conquests known to the whole camp, you pushed up as the sun began to set. Pria had finished her dinner.

Might as well get the whole thing over with. It wouldn’t be bad…that bad. Could it?

Pria was waiting for you when you poked your head in. A ruby red lipstick tinted her lips as they curled into a professional smile, and her fingers curled toward her. You eyed her new set of gold jewelry that covered her fingers as you sank down into a chair across from her desk. She shuffled some papers before giving you her full attention.

A piece of paper covered in a collection of different handwriting was slid your way. Every line on the page was taken, and the poor thing looked like the borders had been taken up as extra unmarked spots. One light pink-colored nail tapped next to a particularly legible scribble that made your heart stop. 

Damn it, Link.

"Are you really interested in performing for Caldwater's elites?" Pria asked, a knowing look waiting for you as you slowly looked up.

“No.” You sighed. “Link is and wanted to do a performance with me, but I…” Told her no? You avoided doing that like a non-confrontational fool. “I never got around to outright telling her no.” 

“Oh?” She tilted her head. “It’s not like you to get distracted.”

You held her gaze as she sank back casually in her plush chair. A more smug grin tugged on the corners of her mouth, and you felt the room get two degrees hotter. Her eyes flashed a lovely color of bright purple for a moment, then a soft static sparked in the air. 

“Does this have something to do with the vampire I hear you’re growing fond of all of a sudden?” 

"Pria," you said carefully. Maybe you were weak-willed as of late. There was a weird bubbling in your chest that spread out across the rest of you. "That doesn't work on me. And no. I mean, yes, Eddie and I aren’t actively avoiding each other, but that doesn’t have anything to do with anything.” You felt a few degrees warmer while you pointed at the signup sheet. “I’d hate to disappoint Link, but this really isn’t my scene.”

Pria didn’t quell her magic. A magnetic pull caught your eye as you took a deeper breath; you couldn’t look away from her. That bubbly feeling grew warmer and warmer again, and you knew that feeling. That feeling. 

You weren't weak-willed.

You were angry. Frustrated. Scared. Tired.

Normally, there was a tether on your magic. Locked behind a wall you only let it out of in dire emergencies and the softer levels for performances. But you’d also compartmentalized a hell of a lot since then and stuck to a fairly strict non-scheduled schedule. You weren’t worrying about Lady Ana showing up or feeding Eddie or your complicated feelings for Eddie or Eddie. Kieran was just a threat out in the distance as a potential attack, it wasn’t this. It wasn’t terrified of someone catching wind of the vampires attacking you and the word spreading.

Your hands twitched on your lap as Pria looked you over carefully. There was even more curiosity in her gaze than the night you’d gone to her. That wasn’t good.

She blinked, and suddenly, the pull was gone. She gave a casual shrug before she reached across and plucked up the signup sheet. You were left with a shuddering inhale as she crossed your name off of the list as if nothing had happened. 

“Oh, well. I’ll inform Link of the change.” She drew her fingers down the sides of the sheet. “Maybe she and Eddie can do something. I’m sure he could write a magnificent song for Link to perform to.” 

A cord was struck inside your chest as Pria dismissed you with a wave of her hand. Bye bye. You rose, staring down at the paper being set aside. Back to business she went, and back to the exterior you found yourself slowly trudging to, head spinning.

Eddie signed up to go to Ana’s party?

Was that before or after you’d talked to him?

Was that on purpose?

And Pria’s siren call…

Your magic…?

You put one hand on a pillar and closed your eyes, steadying yourself as the warm wind blew. The soft sounds of the river managed to carry through all the noise. The fresh scent in the air rose high and was stolen away by the grills and the pipes and the spilled drinks. Magic around you spouted off in precise bursts and articulated spells. Easy potions brewed to catch eyes and sell for a night of fun. A love potion aphrodisiac. A concoction that mimicked the effect of a few drinks. A collection of herbs that’d lend assistance to sleeping when put under one’s pillow.

You felt the sparks pop from your hand, and you squeezed the thick piece of wood even tighter. 

Stop. You were losing your grip.

You needed to reign yourself in, and you needed to do it fast.

You couldn’t afford to slip out of control. 

Not here. Not now. 

Not ever.

~*~*~*~*~

Nothing helped. Not drawing in the sand. Not meditating. Not sitting by the water, watching, listening. Not drawing. Not reading a book. Not pacing along the inside of your tent. You tried a calming tea–nope. Tried sleeping–nada. Tried going for a run around your general tent, but with the slew of people leaving the circus then, it felt like too great of a risk.

There was one more option on your list, but since the sun had already gone down, it was out of the question. It also meant you trudged into Eddie’s tent feeling sticky and sweaty from the pacing. The humidity was a cruel mistress, too. 

As was the man and woman slung over Eddie in his bed as you stepped into his tent. Something twinged in your chest as Eddie licked up a line of blood from the man’s throat as the woman’s hand slowly, slowly, slowly slid over Eddie’s thigh and landed right on his lap.

Oh, fuck.

You jerked your hands behind your back and closed your hands into fists. The sparks bit into your palms as hot as embers. 

Eddie looked up from the man, licking his lips.

“You’re busy,” you stated plainly, hands still behind your back. Burned. They still burned. Why did they still burn? You felt sticky and gross and uncomfortable and unsteady, and there was a pit in your stomach that rocked deeper and deeper the longer you stood in front of them like that. "Later then."

You turned quickly, not waiting for any kind of retort. An awkward smile was shared with Falcon as you passed by him, grabbing another cup of tea before bed. Blatantly ignoring his clear look back in the direction of Eddie's tent, you went to yours. Shoved yourself through the opening and fell to your knees. You plunged your hands as deep into the dirt as you could, grinding your teeth as the pain slowly faded away.

What the fuck?

You slammed your eyes shut. You’re better than this.

You took a deep breath. All you had to do was remember what you’d learned. You controlled it. You handled it. You limited it. All those other things bouncing around inside your head, inside you, around you–they were moot points. You had to take a lasso and rein your magic in until it obeyed. 

The dirt clouded and fluffed as you let out another deep breath. 

Okay.

There was a soft humming in the air around you. Okay. Okay. 

Things felt…settled.

The flap to your tent crinkled as it was thrown open.

“Why the fuck did you leave?”

Lord. For fuck’s sake. Now? Did he really have to come do this now? He was preoccupied–why not remain as such? It let you get out of there before you burnt his tent down. Before you accidentally hurt one of them. You still could. It felt like everything was trying to rumble beneath your skin again. Or maybe you were just irritated.

You closed your eyes and sighed.

“You were busy?” you said softly. You’re fine. You’re not going to lose it again. You hadn’t lost full control in years. “Should you be hungry enough, I figured you’d find me later. But that looked like more than enough of a feast to please you.”

Another slow breath came next. You curled your hands into fists before spreading them apart. 

“What the fuck are you doing?” 

You heard him step closer. Another sigh came. More exasperated. 

“Wishing I had left you alone in your tent all those horrible nights ago.” You cracked your eyes open and peered up at him. “Go back to your duo.”

Anger brought a hardened expression to his face. He looked somewhere between annoyed and offended as he shook his head. He laughed a little–a dry thing that bounced around in your silent tent. Then he was kneeling. Came down beside you–right beside you–and one hand grabbed you by your jaw. Not a hard grip, but it was far from nice when he angled you to look up at him. His fingers twitched on your jaw as his dark eyes glinted.

“How many times do I have to fucking tell you that only you satisfy me?”

The dirt did fucking nothing to stop the bolt of lightning–small, thankfully–as it shot across the ground. It spread in a beautiful, tree-looking design, and you just stared wide-eyed at Eddie. He merely cocked a brow over to the new image etched in front of you before looking back at you.

“What the fuck–”

“It’s nothing,” you interjected.

“Sure as hell doesn’t look like nothing.” He reached for your wrist, and you quite literally toppled over yourself pulling away. How smooth. You never claimed to be a proficient fighter, but that was truly embarrassing. “(Y/N)...”

You answered him with a stare. Eddie, unfortunately, wasn’t fond of that answer. He took a step toward you, then another, and you weren’t able to scramble to your feet before he had your wrists again. He jerked you toward him and held your gaze.

“What the fuck is going on?”

“Nothing,” you lied.

He pursed his lips, and that was the only warning you got before he tugged you closer. You fell onto your knees, back arching, chests nearly touching. You had to angle your chin to the side just to prevent from accidentally locking lips. Still, your breath hitched as his mouth tipped into one of those smirks he always had locked and loaded.

“Come on. You can lie better than that.” He leaned forward just enough to let you feel his mouth graze your jaw. “I don’t mind working for the answer. Just tell me where you want me. Maybe I should feed from a spot a little lower this time?” His hair tickled your jaw as he looked down at your lap. “Or would that be too tempting for you to want my mouth somewhere else?”

Piece of shit. 

You slammed your hands into fists as sparks burned them again. You saw it coming, so you managed to stop a full-blown bolt from flying out. But that wasn’t any better. 

Eddie’s mouth fought a smile as he turned his attention to your hands. He moved them, holding them directly in front of him. It kept you locked right where you were seated on the ground.

“Magic on the fritz?” He tilted your hands and looked at them like they were some piece of machinery out of order. “Thought that was something that only happened to kids.”

“Mine’s a little more complicated than that,” you muttered. “When I’m…” Lord. Fuck it. “Stressed.”

And scared. And tired. And overwhelmed. And emotional. Jealous. Envious. Frustrated. Cowardly. Guilty. 

“Oh." Eddie was back to grinning. As if the nonsense with Kieran and Ana was nothing. Like it wouldn't blow up your entire newfound life in a matter of moments with one wrong move. "You poor, poor thing."

“This thing whose hands are right in front of you, whose magic is fucking up, and can burn you to a crisp in seconds," you snapped. "Do you really want to be fucking condescending right now?"

You jerked your hands from him and shoved yourself to your feet.

“I don’t have time to deal with this right now. You have two willing participants who I think you’ll survive getting through the night with. They’ll feed you fine enough.” You hit his shoulder with yours as you went over to rummage through your vanity for a sleeping tonic. A sleeping herb collection. Some additives for tea. Something. “Just…fuck off. I can’t do this stupid game with you tonight, Eddie.”

You slammed a drawer that shouldn’t have been empty. You should’ve stocked up more. Damn it. Or even gone and gotten something from one of your vendors. Damn it. Damn it. And your shirt was sticking to you uncomfortably, and your shirts felt gross from the humidity, and you were all dewy. 

You pressed both hands onto the back of your chair and hung your head.

“I didn’t even get to bathe today. Damn it.”

Eddie shifted behind you, and you pointedly avoided looking over your shoulder. Harder, you squeezed the chair. Magic swirled deep in your veins much like it used to when it taunted you. It’d been a switch flipped–normal kid to this. You hardly even had the prowess or the strength others in camp had, and maybe that was your curse. You were weak-willed. Just with the lack of skill to control the gift–as so many liked to call it–thrust upon you.

“You’re upset cause you haven’t bathed?” Eddie said with a mocking tone.

You clamped your eyes shut and shook your head.

“It’s one of the luxuries I am unfortunately fond of from…before.” You wiped the side of one hand over your face. “I like the feel of the water. Of the steam. The soap. How fresh I feel after. How clean.”

Like maybe you could catch a glimpse of the brief moment in time when you hadn't had to worry about anything except what you were doing when you awoke the next day. But chasing the dreams and the memories of when you were just a wee child…there was surely a saying about the wistfulness of it. The pointlessness. 

“Just leave, please.” Another sigh broke through the silence. “I need to…box everything up accordingly unless I want to burn the camp down.”

You waved up toward your head. Compartmentalizing was a fool’s game when you could hardly catch the thoughts escaping their cages. For once, you just wished to close your eyes, fall to your bed, surrounded by four thick walls, covered in nice, soft blankets, and sleep without worry. Really sleep. 

A cold hand grabbed you by your upper arm and pulled.

What the fuck?

He continued to pull, even as your feet started to dig into the ground. You hardly even got his name off of your tongue as he plucked up the bag you always had ready. A towel on it, soaps inside, a change of clothes always as backup. He hoisted it over his shoulder as he jerked you out of your tent.

“What the fuck are you doing?” you asked, frantically looking around. A few people threw you curious looks, and you tried to play it off casually. “Eddie.”

“Taking you to get your stupid bath,” he shot back.

“I can’t.” You tugged harder. “If you’re up walking around, that means other vampires are too, idiot. I can’t risk a repeat of the other night.”

“I’m with you.” He jerked you forward, making you walk by his side. He still didn’t let go. “I’ll notice them before you will, for fuck’s sake. Come on.”

“I…you…. You have people waiting for you back at your tent.”

He made a whole show about rolling his eyes. Still, he didn’t let go. Still, he hauled you to the edge of camp, onto the cobblestone street, and yanked you closer as your heart began to race. You muttered his name nervously, masking it in pure anger that was easy to find. He ignored it while you flicked your eyes around the crowd. Most were humans in appearance, and there was no blood to spill yet to make you think otherwise. 

Damn it.

Being scared to simply go bathe was not making you feel any better about your self-confidence. What happened to the woman who stood waiting at the edge of the forest every night of travel? Unless she was merely trying to taunt you. Would you really give in and fight again? 

Would you really kill more if they came after you?

Apparently, the answer was yes, if you were going off the other night.

For the first time in a while, you didn’t hate that answer. 

You're not weak-willed.

Eh, okay. You laughed dryly as Eddie shoved you through one of the few doors inside the bathhouse. There were more than a few rooms for people to choose to bathe in. Some gendered, some not, some by species, some open to all. Eddie shoved you into the first empty room he found and continued to follow you in.

Perhaps you were weak-willed in a different sense.

"What the fuck are you doing?" you asked, laughing with the same dry laugh as he dropped your bag down near the edge of the steaming water. Then, his shirt was pulled over his head. 

“Bathing,” he said with a tight-lipped, cheeky smile. “I can’t leave you alone, can I?”

“I’m trying to compose myself–”

“Then do it.” He untied his pants.

“My magic’s going off without my command, Eddie.”

"And? I'm immortal. Undying." He dropped his pants, and you quickly looked away. Why? You'd seen his cock before. Yet you couldn't bring yourself to look at him, heat–and sparks–rising through you. "Water will douse the flames, and you think some lightning is going to kill me?"

His feet padded over the wet stone, and suddenly, he was beside you. You wore a full, loose-fitting top with a little string in the front. A little bow done to keep the opening together. The beige fabric sticking to your skin as the steam swirled around you. His fingers grazed your arm as he reached up and untied it. 

“Get in.”

You dared yourself to glance up from where you’d been staring at the water. His eyes were deep and warm and taunting. Mocking. He smiled when you finally looked at him.

“Turn around.”

“I’ve already seen all of you,” he murmured.

“Turn around,” you seethed.

He put up both hands and backed away. The water sloshed as he went ahead and stepped in, back turned, hands still up. You stripped reluctantly, then quickly. The water did look welcoming, and you were already there. Might as well take a minute to scrub the grime from you before anyone stumbled in and found you.

You quickly slipped into the water, keeping a fair distance from Eddie.

"See?" he asked as he turned. You watched water trace the expanse of his chest as he treated the bath like a pool. He started to get closer, so you pushed back. The side was cold through the burning water. "I've got an ear out. Just…" He waved a hand at you. "Bathe."

“Don’t think this is going to get you to feed tonight,” you muttered angrily. It only made Eddie’s smile grow. 

“Wow, saw right through my ruse. Whatever will I do now?”

“Return to your tent where I’m sure those two humans are longingly awaiting your return.” You narrowed your eyes at him, pawing back for your back blindly. You refused to get above the waterline, keeping everything chest and below hidden. “They’ll be a great snack and time filler, I imagine.”

What you just had to give in and label as jealousy boiled in your gut. Accepting it made it easier to process. Made it easier to slot away. Even if being jealous of them meant you wanted Eddie in a much larger capacity than you lent to how the bites made you feel. It wasn’t a great feeling, but it was better than sparking from your palms like a dangerous fool.

“Are you just willfully ignorant?” Eddie asked, swimming a little closer. He kept a radius that he never passed, and it remained as he went to lean against the edge of the bath near you. But even so, it still felt too close. He was within an arm’s reach. “Or did you hit your head seriously hard after the attack? Or maybe I took too much blood?”

“Are you just an asshole?” you shot back.

“Are you?”

Your eyes flicked up as you got your bar of soap. It threatened to break apart in your grip as you stared at him. He’d lost that sense of amusement as he stared right back at you. Hard. Unforgiving. You turned your back to him to scrub your arms.

“I’m the asshole?”

“You fed me blood I cannot go a second without thinking about,” he seethed behind you. “I can’t be near you without wanting it.” 

“I didn’t know–”

The water rippled, and he was closer. Close enough to put a hand on your arm, and warmth erupted beneath your skin. You didn't move when you should've. You should've shoved him back, shoved him off, shoved away from where the water continued to move around you. He was closer again–just behind you. His grip was even cold through the steaming water. 

Bits of his wet hair hit your arm.

“You know now, and you still fucking taunt me with it." He tugged back on your arm just a hair, making you pivot back and face him. Not fully. You had to crane your neck a bit to meet his eyes. You swore the water around you started to boil. "Why? Cause you're jealous?"

You didn’t answer. Shouting to the high heavens saying that you weren’t wasn’t going to do anything. The point was to accept what you refused, box it away, then move on. You could get your magic back into place like that.

Didn’t mean you enjoyed the direct attention of it. 

If Eddie wanted to be confrontational, you could do the same.

“Why’d you sign up for Ana’s party?”

His face scrunched in confusion, annoyance, and pure irritation. 

“I signed up for it the second Pria put the list up. You can’t change the subject–”

“And you haven’t taken your name off?”

Eddie ran a hand over his face, exasperated. He still held onto you with the other. Still made you face him. Although now, it was much of your own decision. 

“For fuck’s sake, why would I? Hm?” He gave you a sarcastic smile. “Money’s money and a glimpse into what she might know about Kieran.”

“Going in there is like…” You swallowed hard and looked down over his chest. For the first time, you actually got to see a slew of old scars that must’ve been hundreds of years old. “Like walking into a vampire den.”

“Probably is,” he said plainly. Then his mouth curved into a small smile that sent heat to your cheeks. “Is that why you don’t want me going? You worried I might get hurt?”

The heat blossomed down along your neck, and you spun once more, back to his chest, heart racing. 

“I couldn’t give a rat’s ass what happens to you, Eddie.” 

He inched just a bit closer. Water dripped along your collarbone as he reached up with his other hand, and–holy hell–his fingers splayed across your neck. Up, they found the edge of your jaw and made you tip your head back until it rested against his shoulder. 

You muttered his name, panic rising with a few other uncontrollable feelings.

“Bullshit.” His lips grazed your temple. “You would’ve let me go starving days ago if that were true.”

“Having a hungry vampire running free in our circus wouldn’t be good for anyone. That’s the only reason–”

“I thought those occupying my bed were enough to keep me satiated?” he mocked.

His thumb came up and barely grazed your lips. Your mouth parted on a needed deep breath. 

“Eddie, what are you doing?” you breathed. 

It was much a question meant for yourself. What were you doing? Why had you let it escalate to this point already? You should’ve been on opposite sides of the bath, avoiding each other, avoiding talking, avoiding eye contact. Not this. Not this.

He finally freed your arm only to follow the length of it to your hand. He moved you in the water until you were both back against a large seat sculpted into the bath. Your heart hammered incessantly as he hoisted himself up into it. Then you. The waterline fell lower, and you had to keep your breaths quick and tiny should you wish to keep your chest covered.

“Helping,” he said as he tilted your head back to rest fully against his shoulder. 

Goosebumps rose as he lifted your arm above the water. You listened to the water drip as he gradually ran the bar of soap over you, lathering up your warmed skin. From shoulder to the tips of your fingers, he made slow, methodical movements. Took his time cleaning each section. It was a different kind of agony.

“Why?” you asked, voice strained. 

He moved to your other arm.

“Because it’s infuriating watching you panic just cause you don’t fucking trust me.” His fingers accidentally laced with yours for a moment as he scrubbed between your fingers. A pit of guilt opened up wider in your stomach. “How many times do I gotta don some kinda hero persona and say I won’t let anyone else hurt you? I’m not going to fuck up again. I refuse to.”

Damn it. You tilted your head but couldn't bring yourself to look at him. The emotion in his voice drove a knife into your chest. It sounded old. Not practiced. Not stilted. But old. Like he was brushing off the dust on an old book and falling right back into the tale it once told. 

The concern in his voice when he rushed to your side after the vampire attack…that’d been genuine. Beyond genuine, if that were possible.

"I've watched a lot of people get hurt because of me," you muttered. The bar of soap paused on your shoulder. "Because they tried to help me. Because I didn't…I couldn't control my magic when I first got it. I was five, and lightning came first. My tutor Lucille was at the end of it. Killed her instantly. I burned a guard alive upon my discovery of fire magic in my veins." You clenched your jaw tighter. Your skin burned in the worst kind of way. "I don't want anyone getting hurt again because of this nonsense. Because I'm someone's target. My magic's my magic; I can deal with that. But with Ana and any other vampires and Kieran…Eddie, I'm trying not to take anyone else down with me.”

You frowned at the burst of steam that came from around you. It slowly dissipated into the normal amount as you breathed.

“It’s selfish when I surround myself with others, but it’s the closest thing I let myself have to…something nice. It’s fine in the North. It’s fine in the other towns in the South. Just not here.”

“Wow,” he said, not even waiting to see if you had more to say. Didn’t even let there be a pause as you tried to take another breath. “Pria’s circus has its own personal martyr, huh?”

“Fuck you,” you spat, starting to sit up.

He hooked an arm around you and kept you right back against him. Frustrating in ways you tried to ignore, you could really feel every bare inch of him against you. 

“You’ve got all that shit to deal with,” he mused, dragging the bar of soap along your collarbone. You squirmed a bit under his touch, but he kept going. “And you still get jealous of who I fuck?”

“You’re so fucking full of yourself–”

“When was the last time you actually let yourself have fun?” he interrupted. “I’m serious. Like, caution to the wind, fuck every possible danger–just went with whatever the hell you wanted to do.”

You ground your teeth together. Why were you readying yourself to answer? He didn’t need to know it. There was no point in finishing the conversation. There was no point in even having it.

“Your tent the other night,” you muttered. “When–”

“Really?” He sounded genuinely taken aback. That felt worse. “So our little romp in the woods really awoke something for you, huh?”

Lord. This guy.

“You’re fucking insufferable.” 

You sank down a little more into the water. Well, as much as Eddie would to let you rinse the soap off of what he'd cleaned of your chest. Then his arm was tight around you again, and you were back up. Higher. Your chest heaved as you began to squirm and protest, but Eddie just leaned his head against yours. Pieces of his hair were soft and cold as they stuck to your cheek, and you stared down at your chest as he drew the bar of soap over your breasts.

Slow drags betrayed you. As did the slight chill of going from warm water to colder air. Your nipples were peaks as he ran the soap over every newly bared inch he got access to. He went over your nipples more than once. First with the soap, then his hands. The rough spread of his fingers went to clean, but with how they glided over the sensitive buds, you had to grind your teeth. Your heart and heaving chest betrayed any semblance of acting calm and collected.

He cupped one breast and swiped his thumb over a nipple, making you shut your eyes and will yourself to pull away. To not want him to continue. To not want him.

“You need to unwind,” he muttered next to your ear. He swiped his thumb over your nipple again. “Let me help.” He did it again. Then again. You refused to open your eyes and watch. “It drives me insane seeing you wound so tight. I fucking feel you let go when I feed. Not when I bite, but feed.” 

His hand skated lower, and then your hands were down, searching for something to hold onto. You found his legs as his hand disappeared beneath the water. It skated over your stomach all the way down until it got to where your legs parted. Your clit had started aching long before then, but just as he nearly reached it, you needed it. Yearned for it. Felt like you were going to break apart at the seams if he didn't touch you.

His mouth grazed your jaw with a kiss that sent something akin to your magic right between your legs.

“You’ll be a hell of a lot better off with one less thing plaguing you.” The tip of his finger swiped your clit. “I want to take care of that.”

His erection was prominent against you, and you felt yourself fall into pieces you couldn’t hope to put back together. Not when his fingers swiped your clit again. Then again. 

Be smart. Oh, how you longed to listen to those words.

But they fell through your fingers like water as you lifted your hips to meet his touch.

His smile spread wickedly across your jaw.

“Thank you.”

Two words that sounded much like one. Finally.

The water rushed around you as your back hit the wall of the massive pool. Blinking and trying to catch up with Eddie’s quick movements, you found your hands sliding over his wet shoulders and wrapping around his neck. His mouth came to yours as the rest of his body pressed you back. Oh. You burned. You moaned. You sighed. 

One arm hooked up and held the back of your head as the other went lower, hooking your legs up around his waist. His erection teased against your cunt, and your head spun. Was he…? Was it just going to happen like that? Like this?

Your head fell back as his mouth went to your neck. Fiery, hungry kisses found themselves along the sensitive spots. Again and again, he made your neck his as he nipped and sucked. Your chest brushed his, nipples enjoying the friction, enjoying the direct contact. All of you enjoying the direct contact.

And then his hand slid between you, and you sighed as his fingers found your clit.

“Shhh,” he teased against your lips, nudging your nose with his. “We’re alone in here, but the other bathes are occupied.” 

He added a bit more speed and pressure, circling your clit beneath the water. It caused the water to slosh roughly around you. You bit your lip to stop from moaning again, and Eddie beamed.

"See how good it feels to let me do this?" He nudged your cheek, and you found yourself turning to give him better access to your neck. "I'm good at this. Let me fucking help.”

Your thighs shook, and your cunt clenched as he found the right rhythm to make you grind against his fingers on your own. He didn't let you take control, though. He was in charge; he needed you to know that. Needed you to know how he was the one making you feel this way. He was the one taking care of you.

A soft chill hit your skin as water suddenly vanished and started to drip over you. Exposed. Entirely exposed. The cool stone pressed against your bottom as you landed on the edge, and you blinked down at Eddie. Instinct made you want to cover up–you were out in the open. Sure, you were unfortunately aware that you’d already shown Eddie just as much of you in his tent, but it’d been…different. That was different. That was post-bite.

This…

His eyes flicked up to yours as he came to the edge, but he didn't leave the tub. He took your wrists before you could finish covering your chest, and you started to say his name as he placed your hands down on the edge. His hands found your hips next and brought you to balance there, too. 

“Eddie, what’re you…?” you murmured.

You were cut short as his hands pressed against the inside of your thighs and shoved them open. Your heart nearly broke through your chest as he came forward. One leg went over his shoulder, and that acted as the only warning you got before his mouth found your cunt.

Oh dear god.

Your eyes widened as his tongue drew between your folds. You froze for not even half a second before your leg hooked as best as it could around him. You didn’t mean to lock him there, but his tongue came up and rolled over your clit. Once. Twice. Three, four, five–you lost count. You reached into his hair to get a grip on something as your hips tried to angle and press into him, but you had to keep your balance. 

You planted a hand behind you, back arching, as you tangled your other hand in his hair.

Your gasping cry was not quiet as he lapped at your clit.

Holy fuck. Oh, dear god. Fuck. You nearly fell onto your back. What the fuck? What the fuck? Your mind spun through all forms of curses while tears mortifyingly pricked your eyes. Good. It felt so good. So fucking fantastic.

You gasped again, his tongue working your clit faster. And you made the mistake of looking down. Of watching him lap at your cunt like he was drinking up a different part of you. Seeing his tongue drag over you as you felt it, as his eyes flicked up and found yours, watching and feeling the grin he cracked just before sucking your clit into his mouth and pressing a finger into your entrance…

Your moan echoed high-pitched and embarrassing in the room.

Eddie repeated that very action until all you could do was whine. Whimper. 

Plead.

“Don’t stop.” You tugged on his hair even though he made no hint at leaving the spot. “Eddie, don’t fucking stop.”

He slid a second finger into you and maniacally beamed as you squeezed around them. 

It was ecstasy. It’d been euphoric having him bite you, even more so when he’d pushed you over the edge three times in his tent. But that was the bite. This was just him. This was his mouth being there. That was new. Very new. Holy hell. You thought you were going to tear his hair out as warmth and desire coiled low. You listened to his fingers thrust into you loud and wet, and your head spun.

“Look at how eagerly you take me,” he murmured in between torturous licks against your clit. “Watch, (Y/N).”

He tilted his head just enough for you to see how rough he was with his fingers. A slightly new movement, a slightly new speed, a slightly different angle. You lifted your hips from the stone, a groan tearing itself from your throat. His grin sent a shiver down your spine that was exacerbated as his mouth latched onto your clit again.

“Keep fucking watching,” he said between quick licks. “So you know it’s me making you cum so hard." He sucked your clit a little less forgivingly, and you started to gush around his fingers. "I want you to know it's me licking your pretty cunt."

His lips closed around your clit once more, and as his fingers hit that spot, you felt the world fall to pieces. Horrendously, there was only so much you could focus on then and there. It hadn't happened before–and maybe him biting you'd had something to do with it–but you heard the spark crackle out across the stone as you reached your breaking point. Just one bolt, but it lingered as your head fell back and your chest heaved.

Eddie grinned against your cunt as you broke–sputtering out a choked version of his name before gasping for breaths that hardly did anything to help. His fingers stayed. His mouth stayed. And your magic coiled wonderfully inside you as you came.

You listened to the water splash around his arm as his fingers fucked you deep.

You listened to the strain in your breath as you fell to your back, hands going over your face, legs relaxing as he finally pulled his fingers free. 

Holy fuck.

He wasn’t done, though.

You’d gotten as much as ten seconds to feel your cunt twitch through the last bits of your orgasm before he was climbing out of the water. His mouth found yours as the rest of him fell atop you. You couldn’t touch him enough the second he landed on you. It was like something had awoken that should’ve been quelled after climaxing. You needed him.

You clawed at his back, hooked your arms around his neck, clung to his hair, cupped his cheek, kissed his neck–reached for any part of him that you could get ahold of. Your hands found his ass just as his knees nudged your legs open. 

“Do you want it?” he asked beneath your ear. His cock rocked between your legs. 

You hadn’t even known you could whine so desperately until then.

“Say it, (Y/N),” he murmured. “I need to fucking hear you ask me to fuck you.”

Yearning for some sense of control through your desires, you attempted snark.

“I never imagined you to be one to pause for consent this far into the act.”

“Oh, no. I know you want my cock. I have you splayed out here, bare and needy. I know you want it." He lifted his head and gave you a wide, snarky smile. "But you're not getting it unless I hear you admit how badly you want it." He rutted his hips against you again, and his cock hit your clit. The sound you made was ungodly. "You're not getting it until you tell me how badly you want me to fuck you on the floor of the bathes cause you need it now.”

Your fingers pressed hard into his waist as you closed your eyes, refusing to look at him.

“Fuck you,” you spat.

You squirmed as he moved his hips again.

“Just say it. Four easy words.” He came down and pressed a faint kiss to your lips. “I want your cock.” He kissed you again. Rolled his hips again. “I’ll even settle for I want you.”

He reached down and stilled his hips. Your legs fell open at just the press of his tip against you. Everything felt light and floaty yet hot and heavy. Even like this, Eddie felt warm. Like there was blood pumping through his veins again. Like there’d be a heartbeat to find if you pressed your hand to his chest. 

He rocked his hips just a smidge, giving and taking just the pressure of his cock against your entrance. You felt yourself weep from more than just your eyes.

Your snark hadn’t worked earlier, but you’d yet to give up on it.

Your head lolled to the side as you cracked your eyes open, finding his burning, feral gaze already on you. He looked stuck between wanting to smile and wanting to keep some scowl so you knew he was serious about you needing to say it. You bit your lip as you skated your hands down, panting as you grabbed his hips. He didn't move upon your touch, nor did you try to make him. It'd be for in a second when you would tug him forward.

Perhaps snark was the wrong word. Vulnerable felt more apt. But with the sultry tone that laced itself through your voice, it had a bit of both at work.

"I wanna be one of the people you make scream at night." You skated your eyes down to where his cock twitched against you. His fingers twitched, too. "Every night. All night." You tugged forward on his hips. "I need your cock, Eddie."

You couldn't even smile in satisfaction as he pressed his hips forward. The way he filled you was slow, but there was still an abruptness to it. Even though he moved with your pull, suddenly, you were full. After so, so long–you were full. The last time you'd had someone inside you like this was…eight years ago? You were sixteen, and there was a cute guy in the guards you'd finally willed yourself to talk to. It was quick and awkward behind your parents' castle, and you hadn't felt nearly a fraction of this. You did it a few times, but it was more young hormones driving you than anything else.

Since then, there hadn’t been much.

After that, there were a few others you'd gotten close with, but it'd only been fingers. Nothing ever went further. Although, after Eddie had used his mouth on you, you were ignorantly made aware of what a young tailor had said she'd be willing to help with upon kneeling to take your measurements one afternoon. You had a momentary regret of not taking her up on her offer. 

But you weren’t given even a second to dwell on old memories. 

They were a blip in your thoughts before all seemed to vanish.

Eddie gripped the side of your ass, guiding your leg up to hook around his waist, before he rutted into you. Quick and hard and deep enough that you nearly screamed. He covered your next broken moan with his lips, quieting you just a tad as he rutted into you. Fucked you. 

The wet sound of your bodies meeting echoed in the room–surely echoed out into the others–as he fucked you. Really fucked you. Angled himself down as your chest pressed up and wrapped his lips around a nipple as he rutted into you again and blissfully again.

“Oh my god.” Tears snuck down from the corners of your eyes. “Oh my god.”

"Is that what it'll take to fucking fix us?" he said through clenched teeth. He nipped at the skin of your chest before he did the same against your lips. He twitched, but he wasn't quick enough to correct. The two-letter word hung between you with a fiery trail as he grunted again. "Fix this?” 

He pressed himself until he was bottomed out. He ground his hips against you, making sure to hit your clit with every torturous drag. Between where his cock ground inside you and where he ground against your clit, you were on the verge of screaming. You dug your nails into his backside as your back arched, eyes barely staying open as you locked eyes. Vulnerability hit your cheeks at the same time heat did. 

He didn’t let up even as your cunt started to squeeze his cock.

“Do you gotta be the only one I fuck from now on?” 

It was a genuine question, you realized. You realized he was waiting for your response, and at the same time, he realized he was too. Before you could fathom an answer–your heart too busy swelling in your chest even at him just offering–he reached down and splayed his hand across your neck. He kept grinding as he gave it the gentlest of squeezes.

“Do you wanna be the only one getting my attention?” He pressed his thumb against your parted lips as you whined. You kissed the pad of it, then closed your mouth around it. It felt like the right move. And something inside him sparked. He moved his hips faster. Faster until you couldn’t think about anything except how your next climax rushed to torture you. “Do you wanna be the only one squirming on my cock like this? The only one gushing over it?”

He was panting. His chest moved like yours, and that hardened, serious, feral look on his face was the last glimpse you got before you came. You bit down on your lip as hard as you could to keep from sobbing. You hardly felt the pinch of your teeth through the ecstasy, though. It coursed through you hotter than your magic, and Eddie shifted his hips just a hair. It put direct contact right to your clit. Direct and merciless. You raked your nails down his arms, and a cry broke through as you gasped.

“Fuck–fuck. Oh my god. Fuck. Eddie. Eddie.”

How humiliating. 

But damn did it feel phenomenal.

And he didn’t stop until you were going limp. He didn’t stop until your grip loosened on his forearms and…and he’d gone completely still. Utterly still. You were still convulsing around his cock as you whimpered, peeling your eyes open to find him looking down at you with a desperate, careful, pleading look. 

You tasted the metallic on your lips a moment later.

A crossroads you could pretend to pause at. A crossroads you could try and turn your back to, ignoring the hungry look pleading in his eyes. Hungry for you. Hungry for food. You could pretend all you wanted, but there was so much vulnerability in his gaze, your body moved for you.

He moaned as you dragged him down to you. Moaned before his hips even started moving. Moaned as your mouths crashed together. He held you tighter, going nearly untethered and feral as he drew his tongue over the stinging split in your lip. But that wouldn’t be enough for him. 

You’re going to cross that line? 

Really?

You’d already ventured beyond what you’d ever thought you’d do. Not just with him, but with anyone. With any vampire.

You grabbed him by his hair and tugged him aside. He started to pull away, which sent a pang to your chest. A flash of worry made you wonder if he'd thought he'd hurt you. And then his body shuddered as you tilted your head and took a steadying breath. He damn near pleaded your name as you tilted your chin up and gave him direct access to your neck. To the thick vein running along inside it.

“What are you–”

"Go ahead," you said before you could let yourself think too much about what you were offering. Like this.

“Are you–”

“I’m sure, Eddie,” you whined as his cock dragged inside you.

There was a long pause before you felt his lips against your neck. His hips slowed to small thrusts that still drove you mad. Even after climaxing twice, you yearned for another. You had a feeling that desire was only going to intensify in a moment.

He kissed your neck again.

His voice came out soft. Almost shaky.

“You’ll be the only one from now on.” 

You nearly fell over the edge as his fangs pierced your skin. The pure euphoria was almost unbearable compared to all the times you'd felt it before. This was closer to a mix of bliss and such a potent need to climax again, you were certain you'd start sobbing if you didn't. You hardly registered the urgentness of how Eddie went at your neck, feeding like it was the first time he'd fed in weeks.

It was nearly drowned out as he shifted the angle of his hips and plowed into you.

It was humiliating how quickly it happened. The friction of his body against yours, the reaction to the bite making everything feel heightened and near torturous, the drag of his cock inside you as he ground against your clit–you broke apart into a desperate, screaming plea. You hardly managed to shut yourself up as you buried your face in his hair.

He didn’t stop. He held you tighter, lapped at your neck, and fucked you through it. 

Fucked you into what you weren’t sure you could handle as you squirmed on his cock and pleaded his name. You only got it out twice before that feeling was back. The quick thrusts of his cock inside you brought another right there. Hard and jaw-dropping. Like it was your first climax of the night. 

He pinned your hands beside your head as you came again, back arching as flames shot from your palms. By some miracle, they died down on their own. By some miracle, they didn't return tenfold when Eddie peered down at you, licking his lips, looking like he wanted to devour you whole.

You would’ve let him.

“You’re not going to be able to sit tomorrow without thinking of me,” he whispered, licking a fang clean. His eyes fell back to where you felt your blood dripping down your neck. “And you’re not going to bed tomorrow night without me.”

He dove back down, and you hoped to everything in the universe that his words were a promise. You never wanted to go another night without this. Even as you felt tears fall, you clung to him. He seemed to fit so perfectly against you, it made everything inside you swell with an emotion that felt bigger beneath the euphoria of the bite.

He kissed you a moment later. Kissed you long and hard and just as deep as his thrusts were sending his cock. He kissed you until the only thing you could think about was needing to kiss him again. Was this how everyone felt when they did this with him? Or were you just so hopelessly lost, needy, and painfully alone that you fell into the spiked pit of him?

You came again like that, his mouth leaving you with a kiss you’d only be lucky to forget.

He spared you from going too far in one night after that. You still burned and pined as he cupped the back of your head, holding you close as he sputtered your name. He pressed his mouth with a hard kiss against the side of your head as his hips stalled. Every inch of him trembled as he moaned against the side of your head. As he shook and cursed, and so clearly tried not to hurt you in the tight embrace. He sounded pained as he panted. Sounded desperate as he cursed and moaned and–lord–he whined. 

Your name choked out of him as he came, cock buried deep inside you.

You stayed intertwined like that, neither relaxing. Just…staying. Clinging.

“Eddie,” you murmured softly, gently dragging your hand down his back.

But he just shook his head and whispered against you.

“Not yet.”

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