No Thoughts Just Established Steddie Having A Mutual Crush On You

no thoughts just established steddie having a mutual crush on you <333 just thinking of eddie jerking steves fat cock with a fleshlight and telling him alll kinds of lewd fantasies about fucking you <333

Can u do a little fluffy smut with sub ellie?(Fem reader of course).

Like she is sweet and vanilla you know.

I love your writing and I'll be really thankful

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𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader 

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, smut, oral ( ellie receiving ), v! fingering ( ellie receiving ), soft sex, kissing, established relationship, FLUFFY

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - I'm horrible, I'm like 2 months behind on requests but life is picking back up and holiday break is VERY soon so expect a lot from that!!! ily and thank you for requesting!! ILY

REBLOGS EXTREMELY APPRECIATED

Ellie couldn't sleep.

It wasn't abnormal, she had her issues with sleep in the past and the present, but tonight was different. It wasn't the nightmares, or the insomnia. Not even the rain that sometimes kept her up unless you talked her back to sleep.

No, it was something else.

She rolled over to face you once more, laid on your back, arm once having been over her but was now laid on your stomach.

Ellie tried, tried to just lay back down on your chest and go back to sleep. Listen to your heartbeat, your breathing, the rain, and even her own thoughts, but still she kept her movements, and she continued to slowly wake you up.

Once more, she moved, bumping your leg and causing you to stir making her entire body freeze. Looking at your frame with wide eyes until you stilled again. The girl letting out a breath.

"If you move again, I'm making you sleep on the couch."

"Fuck, I'm sorry."

She looked up at the ceiling, suddenly feeling the urge to suffocate herself in the pillows she was laying on. Wanting to scream in frustration.

"What's wrong?" You asked, eyes still closed and voice quieter than the sounds of the wind. "Nothing. I... I don't know." She said a bit harsher than she meant to.

That's when you finally looked at her, pissed off at both her tone and having been woken up.

"Ellie."

Ellie ran her hands over her face, keeping her gaze away from your own while you watched her face. Then began to fall down to her neck, a teeny tiny scar placed right on her jawline.

"I can't sleep." You huffed a laugh from your nose, eyes flickering back to hers while you sat up and rested on your hand. "Thank you captain obvious, anything else I should know?"

She turned to you with a glare and a pout.

"It's not funny!" You laughed out loud this time, kissing her cheek before sitting completely up. "Why can't you sleep?" "I don't know, I just can't." You blinked, looking at the dark TV.

"Are you worried?" "No." A moment passed, a beat of silence. "Tired?" "Yeah." And another. "Stressed, sick?" "No, and nope." "Ellie." "What?"

You leaned down, resting your hand on her cheek while staring into her eyes that were obviously filled with frustration.

"Have you been eating good? Drinking a lot of water?" You squinted, watching and feeling her nod against your hands.

It was quiet for a minute while you though, Ellie watching your eyes go from looking at her, to looking right through her. Her breathing soft and quiet as it matched yours.

"Hm.. are you horny?"

"Babe." Ellie broke, trying not to laugh when she covered her warm face with her hands.

"Serious question! Sexual frustration could be the problem you're having." You grabbed her hands, moving then a bit to glance through to her face. "Is that the problem?"

"No." It was muffled and muttered but you heard it. "Are you sure?" Then there was no response at all. "I think that might be the problem." You played with her baby hairs, kissing the back of her hand.

"You were gone for a while, then got back, and we haven't had any time alone to relax." Her hands finally retracted from her face while your eyes stayed on the fingers curling her strands of hair. "I think you're a little needy."

You finally met her stare, finding neediness in her dark eyes, face covered by the darkness of the room and the moonlight peeking in from the curtains.

"But I mean if that's not the problem I can just lay back down." She shook her head, "No, please." You laughed quietly, giving her a smile that could only be described as evil. "Please what?"

Ellie groaned, her face going red but was hidden by your shadow. A shy smile on her face when she glanced away, avoiding your gaze.

"Oh c'mon, you weren't shy about waking me up." Leaning down you kissed her cheek, slowly trailing lower and lower to her jaw before pressing a rough, sloppy kiss to the flesh of her neck.

"That's because I didn't mean it." "Mhm.." You could feel her breathing slowly pick up as you left little marks across her pale skin, pulling away for a moment to kiss her lips.

"Fine, I'll give you a pass.. for now." Kissing the tip of her nose you then dipped over to kiss her the exposed skin of her neck. "I should've known, you were all over me all day. I just thought you missed me." You laughed quietly to yourself, hot breath fanning her pale skin.

"I did, you asshole." She muttered, catching your lips when you rose back up to kiss her once more. "More than I imagined, but knowing you I should've had an inkling."

Ellie lightly chuckled against your mouth, feeling your cold hands sliding up her sleep shirt towards her already hard nipples. Visible through the sheer fabric, fingertips gliding over just enough for her to let out a gasp, brief and just barely audible in the cold, quiet room.

"Hm... y'know, you could get off without me while you're out there. Quiet moments, ripe for the taking." Your other hand pulled her shirt up, giving you full access to her chest. "Why don't you? You'd have a lot less pent up stress when you get back."

Leaning down, you kissed the swell of her breast. Ellie's dark eyes watching your movements with want spread throughout them.

"I like to wait.." "Why?" She squirmed when you kitten-licked her nipple, hand coming to rest against your head. Moving with you as you kissed down her stomach and towards her boxers.

"For you.. to do this.." "In the middle of the night after be woken up, specifically?" She breathed, eyes fluttering closed as you pulled the bottom half of her outfit away, tossing them aside for her to find tomorrow.

"Yeah.." She heard little of what you said to her, only nodding for you to continue. "Hm, so specific."

You breathed against her, hearing her huff and shudder, stuttering out a strangled noise when her eyes peeled open once more. The cold stale air from earlier disappearing into a hot, lust scented aroma, capturing the both of you in the darkness of the home you shared.

"Ellie... I want to hear you ask."

A beat of silence passed, just a moment of hearing your own breathing mix together with hers. Hand moving up, and up, caressing her inner thigh as you moved downward.

"Just fuck me already."

"Now that's what I like to hear."

It was almost immediate as your mouth moved around her cunt, taking a long taste of her. Watching her head tilt back and her lower half chase after your mouth, mouth hung agape while her hand pushed you closer.

"Fuck Y/n.." Ellie whispered just beneath her breath, head lolling to the side in order to look downwards at you. Watching you kiss her clit before pushing a finger passed her entrance, then another.

"Maybe I missed you too." You muttered, tongue dancing around her swollen bud, fingers moving painfully slow until you decided you had enough teasing.

Picking up your pace, more and more as she fell apart under your fingertips. Or on, if you were being specific.

"Y/n.."

"I know, c'mon, you said it yourself babe. You've been waiting."

Ellie barely remembered what she'd said to you, mind fogged over and brain a haze.

"Uh huh.." She nodded, making you giggle, sitting up as you fucked her with your fingers. Moving closer to her face, enough to feel her little puffs of air caress your lips. Her small whines much closer than before.

"That feel good?" You tilted your head slightly, pecking her lips just barely as she nodded. "Wider Ellie.." You pushed her leg back, reaching far deeper then she'd been touched in weeks.

"I- fuck- Y/n.." You giggled, free hand circling her clit, watching her every movement highlighted by the moonlight. Eyes meeting yours, and then your grin.

"Let go Ells." You moved quicked, the sounds like music to your ears. Mouth brushing against her own before you pulled back, much to her dismay, girly noises passing her lips.

"I- fuck- please don't stop-"

"M'not.."

Her legs shook and clamped around your hand, a choked cry being echoed against the decorated walls. Clenching around your digits as you watched her head fly back into the pillows.

Before it became quiet, her moans were muffled by your mouth as you kissed her, messily your fingers moved to slowly circle her clit. Easing her down before the room went silent, the only thing being the both of you trying to catch your breath.

Then, carefully, you eased your fingers from her body, hearing her whimper at the loss and hurry to squeeze her legs shut.

"I'll be right back, m'kay?" "Yeah." You kissed the side of her head, a half smile coating her lips before you disappeared to the bathroom.

And when you returned, she was out like a light.

A/n: Period ah period uh

being more dominant than eddie turned you on. watching his big doe eyes looking up at you from between your thighs.

“you’re doing so good for mommy. making mommy feels so good, baby.”

or watching his eyes gloss over, his hands handcuffed to the headboard as you take him into your mouth.

“mommy, please i wanna touch you,” he’d whine.

“bad boys don’t get to touch.”

enjoying the way he whimpers as you ride him, desperately wanting to cum.

“i’m so- fuck- so close. please mommy can i cum?,” he pleads, throwing his head back.

you wrap your hand around his throat, forcing him to look at you, “if you cum right now, i won’t let you cum for a week. you understand?”

“yes, mommy,” he nods weakly.

“good boy,” you clench your pussy, enjoying the way he tightens his grip on your waist, trying so hard not to cum.

making him thank you when you finally let him cum.

but, sometimes, you wanted him in charge. you would have bad days at work and all you wanted was for him to take care of you instead.

“sometimes mommy wants you to take control. do you think you can do that, baby? make mommy feel as good as she makes you feel?”

he would nod eagerly, yet you could tell he was nervous. nervous because you always make him feel so so good and he’s scared he won’t make you feel as good.

he’d hesitantly wrap his hand around your throat, unsure if you’ll like it as much as he does. your small moan and the way your pussy tightens around his cock at the action has him squeezing your throat tighter.

“yeah, you like when daddy chokes you, don’t you?” he’d tease (shocked at how effortlessly the words slipped out) thrusts getting harder and sloppier.

you whimper at his words, and he stops his movement.

“use your words, baby, or else i won’t keep going,” he says, and you know he’s using your words against you and fuck does it make you wet.

“yes, daddy, i like when you choke me. please don’t stop.”

his dick twitches at your words and he resumes his thrusts, “that wasn’t so hard now was it.”

who knew that being called daddy by his mommy would be such a turn on?

tattooed Abby part 3

thinking about being a housewife for stancy. so. much. wearing cute dresses with lil aprons, perfect for when steve wants to slide a hand under and grab your ass.

always having a fresh batch of cookies ready for nancy when she comes home from a long day at work and her saying “thank you sweetheart” with a kiss to the cheek.

you do all these things for them and they certainly return the favor by letting you act like a pillow princess while they use and spoil you in bed 🥰🥰

after a long day of housewifing your reward is being split open on steves fat cock while nancy holds you open and plays with your little clit.

she strokes your hair and coos, "did so good. our little housepet, did you miss mommy and daddy?"

you whine, almost too dazed to answer because steve fills you up so fucking good. splitting you wide around his thick cock sawing into your little hole. his hair chest pressed along your back, molding you to him. but you manage to nod, just once. "uh huh."

nancy circles her thumb around your little button, pressing down on it. steve moans when he feels the scrape of her finger against the ridge of his cock as he slides in and out. "love coming home to you." she says, her other hand is between her own legs, fingering herself. "love coming home to our little cockwarmer. you gonna take mommy as good as you're taking steve, aren't you?"

you clench around the thick cock inside you and whine, nodding bleary-eyed.

steve huffs against your neck, presses a kiss there. "gotta make daddy cum first, honey. clench that hole again- that's it. just keep that tight grip around me while i use you- gonna make my baby so messy."

No One Like You

#NightSkyChallenge: Prompt 2 — The night your lips touched mine for the first time. “Wait. Come back here. Do that again." Eddie Munson x Best Friend!Reader; [3.2k]

⚠️ Smut (explicit depictions of sex), drug consumption (weed), mentions of death, depression, nightmares.

SUMMARY: The electricity in the air was not a creation of your desires, it turned out. When Eddie looks at you, there's something there. You might have been absent for a couple of years, but you've known Eddie Munson almost your whole life. He's looking at you the way he looked at Sweetheart when he first laid eyes on it, and being under that gaze is... nothing like you expected. More than anything you could've dreamt.

It rained outside of Eddie’s room—a heavy pouring with only a handful of thunders, but no loud lightning startling to shake the earth and startle the air in electricity. Only the sound of water falling on the soil outside, and the occasional notes as Eddie dribbled his fingers on the cords while you two spoke. Rain had always been your favorite sound, the one that spoke to your soul the most, but now, after not seeing Eddie for two years, you think his voice is on a battle field for that first place.

You’re high on drugs and the smell of him, your heart is louder in your ears than the shower outside right after he speaks and everything falls quiet sometimes, and electricity shooting from the sky is unecessary when you can feel every inch of air that separates the two of you.

It started because the conversation descended down there. To the thing.

“I was a wreck after you left, Y/n.”

It hurt to hear it. You had to, but it hurt.

“I know it wasn’t your fault,” Eddie adds, seeing the look on your face. “We just go where our folks go. What else we can do but follow, right? But—I was. You were the only real friend I’ve ever had.”

Two years apart from him, and now it was back to how it was. “You think I wasn’t a mess, too?” Only Eddie Munson could make you talk this easily. Not keep shit bottled up on the inside. “Eddie, I didn’t make any friends there. Not a single one.” You were happy he had—not so happy about the circumstances, but it thrilled you to know he wasn’t alone all this time because you were. Leaving Hawkins left an Eddie-shaped hole in your chest, and he could see that in your face, too. “And I promise I tried. But everyone fell… short. I kept expecting them to get my jokes, or get what I’m talking about, and I’d get so fucking disappointed when they didn’t. Took me almost a year to realize I was just hopinh somebody would be you and how fucking shitty is that?”

Because you’re you and Eddie is Eddie, he leans in to whisper, “That’s the best fucking thing I’ve ever heard,” like a confession. His smile is deprecative when he adds, “I just deemed nobody would ever be you, never in their fucking wild dreams, and then accepted what came.” He slides his fingers through the cords of the guitar. “Guess that’s why I managed to gather Hellfire. They’re really nice boys,” he adds, softer than ever.

Happy Eddie makes you happy. “I bet they are.”

“You’d eat them alive, though,” he adds like it’s a shame, then opens a blinding smile. “I can’t wait for you to meet them.”

“I’m really happy you found them,” you say, voice only a whisper. Spending these last three days almost glued to Eddie’s side had been good—educative, and worrying, and a roller-coaster of emotions, but good.

Suffocating, too.

You’d forgotten what his eyes do to you.

If before you wanted them on you at all times, now it’s become a problem that could evolve into an addiction.

He verts his eyes to the guitar.

"I'm happier I have you," he chuckles lightly.

The words dance around your head, bringing havoc to every inch inside of you.

Eddie keeps talking through your silence. "I don't know what sort of odd stroke of fate led me to have that luck, and I'm happy for it. But... I missed this. You." He looks up, smiling so softly that it should calm you down, but it only raises your heartbeat. "No one sits with me in silence and watches me practice. I mean—I don't think I can sit in relative quiet with anyone else. I've been waiting for the gong to go off and for me to wake up out of nowhere, but..."

Here we are, it goes unsaid.

"Ever since you told me that you almost..." you're unable to say the word. It'd make it too real, and you're trying to keep your hands off of him—if you admit to yourself you almost lost him, you're never letting him go. "I wait, too," you finish with a whisper. "For you to just—not be here. Out of nowhere."

Eddie takes a good look at you before placing Sweetheart on the floor in front of the bed with care.

You watch him move—watch his fingers reach for the half joint on the ashtray, his lighter inside his front jeans pocket, his waist inching closer to yours until your sides are touching, bodies pressed next to each other.

Your eyes travel up until they find his gaze on you. Breathe, you remind yourself. In and out, shuddering, you manage it. He's never been this close.

There's a palm of air separating your faces.

His body's heat is solid, almost palpable as it touches yours.

A flame appears in your peripheral version, and Eddie lights up the join, inhaling slowly.

If this were two years ago, you two would be laughing and coming up with the craziest topics to make the high even better.

As a clap of thunder crashes outside, you're reminded that it's now.

Eddie's changed.

He passes you the joint after a couple of puffs, but none of you seem able to let go of the silence. It covers you both like a blanket fort hides you in the living room when you're a kid, in plain sight for everyone to see and, yet, somehow still in its own world.

He noticed, you think.

It must've shown in your face the sea of feelings that's been keeping you underwater since arriving at Hawkins.

Wave after wave, Eddie drags you under.

I missed you, and the taste of salt.

Please don't freak out, but, I did some shit. I've got some stuff to tell you, and there's not enough air before you're pulled under.

I almost died. And you embrace the blue surrounding you.

You pass him the joint back, feeling the telltale signs of the flood in you wanting to pour just like the one outside.

If there's one thing you know Eddie hates, it's to see people cry. Averting your gaze to his lap, you look at the hands you wanted to hold for so long, and watch as they come up in your direction.

His left-hand cups your face, and you want to let it all out.

"Hey," he calls your attention. Once your eyes are on his, Eddie looks at you, open and waiting. "Talk to me, sweetie."

It does something to you. The nickname, it pulls at your strings, and it's new and terrifying. "Eddie," you breathe out. "What would I've done?"

His brows furrow in confusion, and you're no longer trapped. You're floating, and if he's this close to you, he won't mind if you reach out to him.

Tentatively, your hand reaches to cover his wrist. You keep his hand there on your cheek, and your eyes close when you ask. "If I'd lost you." I would've gone back to the sea. "I... I wouldn't have it made it, Eds." You're the only one who makes all of this bearable. "I can't think of—"

The words are cut off from you, but not because of another crash of thunder, or the fear in your guts—no.

Your lips are closed shut by another pair of soft, plump lips pressed against yours, and everything else is white noise.

Your whole mind is taken over by the tunneling feeling of Eddie's lips on yours, and there's no air in your lungs or movement in your body.

Whether it takes two seconds or minutes for him to pull back, you're unsure. All you know is that one second his lips are on yours, and the next, you feel the chill air replacing it and that's what pulls you back to the moment.

With open eyes, you see Eddie pulling back slowly, his face an open book that you've read many times by now—fear is written around his wide eyes, that dread that paints his eyebrows whenever Eddie does something wrong and is unaware of what, exactly.

He's pulling his back even further, and that unfreezes your body. "Wait," he can't back away now. After years of only dreams, he can't take this away from you after giving it like that. Your hands are on his t-shirt in a second and you ignore how breathless and shaky you sound at what you say next. "Come back here. Do that again."

Eddie looks at you and the fear leaves.

"You sure?" he asks.

You nod, pulling him by his shirt.

When his body presses on yours again, the need swirling in the air, crashing your mouths together, it could rival the sky's anger when lightning follows thunder.

Your heart starts beating so fast you worry it might try to run away from your body, and the weed only highlights every part that's in contact somewhere.

Eddie's mouth is on you, and it's nothing like you dreamt.

When he pulls back for air, the words spill out of you. "I dreamt about this." It's a confession, and his smile to it is blinding.

Both his hands take a second cupping your face, and you're taken over by the feeling of safety of being held by them. They're big enough to cover a good portion of your face, and you want all of your body to be covered by Eddie.

He laughs, inches apart from you. "I think I'm dreaming," he mutters under his breath.

It's nothing like in your dreams because it's better.

Because in here, when you lean your face in search of his lips again, Eddie grants them to you. There's nothing pulling you two apart, and he doesn't laugh in your face or gives your a sad, pitiful look.

It takes you a few moments to realize it, but Eddie wants you.

The realization pulls a broken moan from your throat, and his response is immediate.

Eddie holds your face tighter, and you nibble on his bottom lip as he pulls back this time. "You're such a good kisser, sweetheart."

Sweetheart.

"Thought only that thing over there got the honor of that nickname," you tease, feeling surprisingly lighthearted under the weight of his eyes. You nudge your chin towards where Sweetheart is by the side of the bed.

Eddie's scoff is only made hotter by the fact that his eyes stay on you. "That thing's got nothing on you," he tells you.

You breathe out, shakily.

One of your hands leaves his clothes and you lift your fingers to his face, the tips stroking around his eyes, his cheeks, running down to his lips.

Eddie kisses them as they pass by, and that creates a hunger you never felt before.

It's similar to the one in your stomach after spending many hours without a single drop of water or any food—it grows in the center of your chest, warm and alive like someone planted a special item there.

When you and Eddie are pulled close again, it's by a newfound gravity.

He kisses you with so much intent that you lose all notion of the room surrounding you.

The sound of the rain hitting the windows and the fog in the room due to the smoke make you whimper when your eyes open, when his lips start kissing on your neck and your core begs you to spread your neck for him.

It's you who lays down on the bed, pulling him on top of you, and Eddie goes willingly.

The kisses are more desperate than the hugs you two gave when first encountering each other.

Running across the parking lot, through the same trailers you knew and some you recognized of two years ago, all you could think about was touching him—no regards for what it would look like for everyone else watching when you jumped on his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist as if you two had been separated for a decade or something more.

Eddie kisses you like he gets it.

He kisses your neck with soft, deliberate kisses, and you notice his hand is shaking when they get underneath your shirt.

You're both shaking.

Eddie pulls back when you grab his hair and call his name, "Eddie," and having those breathtaking eyes set on you as fire blazes behind them—you want to cry. Instead, all that comes out is a watery smile. "I—I really..." I've loved you since I learned what love is. I'm terrified of everything you make me feel half of the time. "I love you a lot. You know that. Right?"

Eddie looks like he's hearing the words for the first time.

He adjusts his body on top of yours, shaking his head to himself as he closes his eyes and his hands stroke your neck and sides.

When he opens his eyes, Eddie crowds your face with his curls. He rests his forearm next to your head on the pillow, and keeps looking at you before he says,

"I knew I was lucky, but... not this much—no." Eddie's dimples pop as his signature happy smile opens up. "I love you too," he adds, smile softening.

That's good, you think.

I can live knowing that. I can swim in it. I can let it take me over like a current because it's where I've always wanted to be.

After that, there aren't many words, but you learn that the body talks in more than one way.

You knew the empty, hot, and messy kind—the body talk where two people use each other until there's nothing left but pleasure and white noise.

This is none of that.

Kisses with Eddie are shared languidly until they're not anymore, but even in their lusty haze, you and Eddie are not seeking the peak of pleasure in one another.

All you want is to taste him, and that's all he wants from you, as well.

When your skin starts burning under his ministrations, Eddie pulls back to ask with a nod if he can remove the clothes creating a barrier between him and your body, and they all fall to the floor, piece by piece.

Yours, his, all of them, until you two are staring at each other with faces painted red and that momentary hesitance—a pause before the major note, before—

lightning.

Eddie's touches on you can be felt all around you.

From the tip of your toes to your neck, your chest; when he reaches between your legs with his hands and starts running the tip of his fingers on your inner thighs, you're whimpering.

"Is this good?" He asks you as his fingers brush over your outer lips, coating themselves in the wetness coming out of your cunt. "Tell me how you like it—tell me how to make you feel good."

"You can definitely keep talking, for one," the joke comes out strained—Eddie's fingers are thick. "Fuck."

Everything he does feels good, but that's not what he wants to hear.

Eddie laughs when you complain, whine, and slap his sides, just writhing your body against his hand, and it feels surreal to laugh in the middle of all of this, but he looks the happiest you've ever seen him.

"Hm? Harder? Or... deeper?"

Not only does he want to hear exactly how you like it, but he delivers it how you ask him to once it's out in the air.

Eddie keeps his kisses coming, and when you find the motor skill to push a hand between your bodies and grab his cock in your palm, both of you groan at the same time.

Time truly means nothing when it comes down to it.

Eddie pushes his fingers in and out of you, swallowing every sound that comes out of your lips while you stroke him until he's leaking at the tip, and it feels like a lifetime.

A lifetime where you learn that you like the taste of his sweat — or at least you do when you're the cause for it — and that Eddie is a whimpering mess in bed, just like you dreamt that one time.

He's strong, too, but when you beg him to get inside of you, Eddie turns his open gaze to you and asks in an almost embarrassed tone, "Can you—you can say no, but—go on top? Please? I—I'm trying really hard not to make this end a lot sooner than we'd both like and if I get lost in the momentum when on top of you, I might not—"

You turn him around with a leg hooked around his waist, and both of you laugh at his look of pure surprise when his back hits the mattress.

"Fuck—you're hotter than Hell, sweetheart," he groans, pulling you in for a kiss.

He gets the condom, but lets you slip on it, and when he lays down again, you're the one who stops to admire it this time.

The messy, wild hair, glued to his forehead and cheeks with sweat, the way he looks flushed and blissed out.

It's a little bit of torture to feel him like this for the first time, but not in a bad way.

More like—your mind running thousands of miles an hour as it tries to wrap its head around the fact that he said he loves you, too, and no, this isn't just a dream or an experience.

It's electrifying when Eddie plants the heels of his feet on the bed and meets your waist with a thrust, then holds your waist with both hands to guide you two into a rhythm.

As a musician, that's something Eddie has.

Rhythm.

Maybe it's one of your heartbeats or one with the rain, or maybe there's a song playing in his head as his hips make sweet movements when meetings yours.

It's bliss, either way.

It's his hands slapping at your thoughts, it's one of them coming to wrap and hold around your neck, it's the way Eddie starts grunting and dropping your name like a plea the closer you two get.

Being with Eddie is not a mindless search for that white noise, but there's something more powerful than just pleasure, you find out that night.

Something about the way he holds you close and looks straight into your eyes as you two cum, because he wants to see and feel you, and that's all you needed, truly.

The rain pours outside, and you sleep to the sound of it, laying in the hold of Eddie's warm, body sedated and marked in purple and red bruises.

The sun will shine tomorrow, and there'll be more love to come.

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