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-The duality of man-

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the lover of my dreams (2)

a/n: this chapter is so fucking wordy and rushed istg. anyway, enjoy! (I'll edit it later) comment if you want to be on the tag list synopsis:(slow burn) A few weeks after fleeing the Burgess Manor and setting the trapped Endless free you land a job at the Royal Empire Hotel in Georgia. warnings: a moment of deprecation/ breakdown, Morpheus lowkey on his stalker shit, stabbing, The Corinthian. pt1,pt2,pt3,pt4

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A few weeks had passed since the incident in the Burgess Manor, The mysterious sleepy sickness was cured and everything seemed perfect. Too perfect. Ever since the day, you released the demon you had a feeling that something was watching you every time you ready yourself for bed. It had to be paranoia, right? But it felt too real to be paranoia, the piercing eyes, like a predator examining its prey before capture. Some days you would look out your window late in the evenings and catch see a raven perched on a branch outside your bedroom window. You even named it Julie because it was there so often at least you assumed it was the same raven? It could possibly be a new one but who has time to re-name every raven you come across? But other times when you are sleeping, you can swear that there's a tall figure standing over you. You would always text your grandma telling her about these sensations at night, but she would laugh and say it's just the sandman pouring sand onto your eyes to help you sleep. She never could take these things seriously. What you didn’t know was that she was probably half right.

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Back in the Dreaming, Morpheus was on a hunt for the Corinthian and now to add to his list of problems he had to deal with the Vortex. He had to end her to save the dreaming, a really sad predicament. Even while his realm was cracking and falling apart he couldn’t stop thinking about the human who saved him. It was odd, to say the least. Why did she help him? What made her so different than those guards, Richard Burgess, or even his son Alex? What separated her from those people who captured him? Those thoughts ran through his head. He just couldn’t understand. For someone who had been alive for so long he assumed he had the answers to everything, but it seemed like he was wrong. He sat on his throne surrounded by books and slouched back in his chair, he was stumped. He would observe you when you were home, trying to find an answer. But you were normal, surprisingly normal and bleak. Nothing special about you at all. So why, why were you the only one to help him after all those years? He knew to find that answer he would need to speak to you, and have a genuine conversation. But for now, he was content observing you. He was sure one of these days he would figure it out. 

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Things had been looking up for you, you had landed a new cleaning job at the Royal Empire Hotel in Georgia and a new apartment. Guess what was even better, ever since you left London yesterday you haven’t felt those piercing eyes lurking in the dark It was beautiful, you finally felt free.

You exited the Airport terminal and inhaled a large breath of Georgia air and fixed your small duffle bag onto your shoulder, you were ready for the next step in your life.

You flag a taxi and head off to your new job. You were beyond excited, it was crucial for you that you had landed this job. It was a miracle that they even hired you, a blessing even. It didn’t even matter that you had to move far away, as long as it paid off your student loans and your grandmother's hospital bills you were content. There were not many jobs available to many English majors. That was the sad reality. It was your reality. It took about 30 minutes to arrive at the hotel. Then you were given a quick introduction and briefing. You would start work tomorrow morning until the evening and get paid $150 upfront when you show up. Apparently, there was gonna be a Cereal Convention tomorrow afternoon and they needed aid in cleaning up afterward. A cereal convention seemed like a fun event so you were pleased with the tasks you were assigned. You just wished there was leftover cereal. After that, you just grab your uniform and go to your new apartment. Now you won’t lie. The apartment was dingy, the wallpaper was falling down the walls and the lights flickered when you turned them on. You swear you could smell a dead rat, and see mold on the vents. At that moment you felt like you were shrinking to the size of a pea. You felt as if you might have messed up choosing a job like this. A job so far away from home. You sit on the floor and sigh,

“You did this for a reason.” those words didn’t seem to help for shit, self-reassurance was never your thing

So you just sat on the floor until the sunset, the occasional tear escaping your eyes. Why did things turn out this way for you, why did you have to carry this burden alone? Maybe if you chose something better for a major you would have gotten a decent job and let your grandma live at least somewhat comfortably. 

“Shut up you worthless piece of shit.” your whispers reach deaf ears, you already are numb from sitting on the rough carpet floor.

 But here’s the truth, you weren’t a piece of shit, or worthless. You were much more valuable than any diamond in existence. The reason behind that? You had a kind soul and a strong heart filled with compassion, sympathy, and empathy, you had humanity. You were special because you were normal. You were the farthest thing from pure but you were the only person to extend a helping hand to a trapped Endless in a cage. If that’s not special, then I don’t know what is.  That was Morpheus's reason anyway, that was his idea of you. He saw you as something rarer than a diamond. That was the reason he wanted to get his hands on you, to ask you, to understand you, and to learn from you. Humans were sometimes complex creatures, they had no rhyme or rhythm and that confused yet fascinated him. He watched you sink to the floor and lightly sob into your arms. you looked small and fragile. unlike the person who freed him from his glass prison. His heart felt a small prick of sadness but the just brushed it off. He couldn’t worry about that right now though, he had his own problems. So he turned and left back to the Dreaming, but he couldn’t get the sounds of your cries and sniffles out of his head. Maybe he would gift you with a good dream?

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That morning you called a taxi and drove to your new workplace, the rising sun gleamed over the towering palm trees. In thirty minutes you arrive at the hotel and in uniform ready to clean. You clean until the sun was at its peak taking occasional breaks. You had an uneasy feeling in your stomach, one that made your heart beat an irregular tune. A rhythm of anxiety. You could hear the bustling crowd in the lobby, they were all dressed well. Very professional which drastically contrasted their odd name tags. Another thing that made you uneasy was the way they would gaze at everyone. They seemed starved like they were filled with an insatiable bloodthirst. Your legs move quickly to the front desk and snatch your envelope filled with your money and hurry to the elevator. You weren’t gonna linger on this floor any longer than you have to.  

“Hold it!” You hear someone call out and indistinctively shove your hand to stop the elevator doors close,

“Thanks,” he said as he walked in, a small kid following in suit.

‘What floor?” You ask staring at the man, he was wearing a tan suit and sunglasses indoors.

“5th.” 

He had quite a creepy smile as he spoke. It was as if he was wearing a mask. Once again you felt that uneasy feeling. But you pressed the button nonetheless.

“You know not many people would have actually stopped the door.” The man was trying to start small talk. You hate small talk.

You could feel his charming, yet unnerving, smile. Turning around to look at him you just smile and nod at his statement.

‘I hope my floor comes soon.’

Your floor does in fact come soon, and you speed walk out saying goodbye as you go. You felt there was something wrong with this hotel today. To calm your mind you started cleaning, you cleaned almost every empty room on that floor until you ran out of disinfectant spray, that would mean you had to make a quick run to the storage closet which would have been fine. If the storage closet wasn’t located on the lobby floor. You sat for a few moments before gaining the courage to go to the lobby. You once again decided to go downstairs. When you get to the ground floor it's as packed as when you left. So you head into the closet, grab your spray and turn to leave. You are only a few steps from the elevator when you hear the lady at the desk, you forgot her name, call to you, You turn around and replied with a yes,

“Could you please show Rose Walker to her room,”

“Um- yes of course,” you stammer out

The elevator doors open and you walk in along with Rose Walker,

“What floor?” you question

“Oh, floor 5 I think,”

Yo press the number and stand there in silence for about 2 seconds before she breaks it. She says your name to start a conversation and you turn around to look at her, your face reading ‘how did you know my name?’

“Your name tag,” She points to the silver tag on your uniform

Your mouth shapes itself into an ‘o’ shape nodding in realization, your cheeks heat up in embarrassment

“It's a pretty name.” 

“Thanks, the name Rose is pretty as well.”

The atmosphere seemed lighter now,

“Are you here alone?” you ask Rose

“Um, no actually-” she has a light smile on her lips

“I was with a friend, but he had to leave because of an emergency, I’m actually here to see my brother.” 

“Oh, that's sweet.” 

The elevator dings and you show her to the room number she showed you, after the door opens you hear a little boy's voice shout from the corridor,

“Rose?” 

You can see Rose turn her head so fast she might get whiplash,

“Jed!” she utters out of pure disbelief, as they share a sweet sibling hug you can't help but stare at the man who was with the boy named Jed, and forbode that something was gonna happen. You could feel it, the air was tense and thick. Your suspicions were confirmed when the man reaches to grab Jed, yelling wildly and incoherently, It was all a blur, Rose was yelling and so were you. You remember Rose grabbing her brother and shouting run, You remember running fueled on fear. You remember being corned by the large man, his face drawn on with a wave of sick anger. Then you remember vividly the sound of a knife being lodged in his back. And the man with the sunglasses from the elevator stood triumphant as the large man flopped onto the ground dead. You remember the man's toothy smile and how he led the siblings away, leaving you shuddering in the small hallway with a corpse. 

“What the fuck just happened.” your breathy whisper escaped from your throat

You knew you had to get up and go, you couldn’t stay here. You gathered yourself and stood up on shaky legs. You slowly but surely made your way down the hallway and into the staircase, you sat on the concrete staircase for a few moments. You were nothing short of rattled. For 10 minutes you sat in silence until you decided that you had to get out of this fucked up hotel. Your head was all foggy and clouded, and your breath came in brief pants as you went down the stairs. When you finally reached the ground floor it seemed like the door opened into the convention area

“Shit” 

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Morpheus had gotten word by Fiddlers Green that Rose was with The Corinthian. With that news, he hastened to the destination to eliminate the Corinthian once and for all. He knew he would see you there, he felt it in his chest. And maybe this time he would help you. Like you helped him.

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You walked down the dimly lit hallway of the convention halls. It had become late in the evening, your shift would have ended around now. Your ears and eyes were on high alert, You stopped for a moment, you heard a loud voice coming from around the corner. 2 voices? It sounded very familiar. You walked closer to the voices. The familiar feeling from that night weeks ago coming back. It was beckoning you. You looked through the tiny crack in the dual doors and see him. The demon from that night. Your brain couldn’t comprehend the words he was saying, you were shocked. He stood on the stage with the sunglasses man. You couldn't even describe what you had seen. It wasn’t possible. It couldn’t be possible. As the pale demon lifted his hand, he turned the other to sand, a small skull falling on top of the pile. A surprised gasp crawled its way up your throat and you swore you saw him twitch. But you didn’t stay to find out much longer. You ran to the lobby and out the front door pulling your phone from your pocket and calling a cab. You took a seat on the bench outside waiting for the cabto arrive. Finally, you were granted a moment of peace, the crickets chirping their songs. The moon had risen by now and was casting its gift of light to the earth. A deep breath of the night air had seemed to lightly soothe you. Too much had ensued today,

“At least it was over” 

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Morpheus knew you were there, even before you let out your small shriek. He knew. He could feel you, he found it quite amusing the way you were trying to hide your presence. He walked out of the Hotel with the large crowd, His eyes caught a glimpse of a white car, and you inside it. He felt a bit disappointed that you left before he could have a word with you, but more trouble was on the way. He had to deal with the Vortex first before he could meet with you. He had so many questions he wanted to ask you. 

{end of part 2}

(and yes the reader and Morpheus will be meeting in the next chapter)

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Wild Parts - Part 3

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: You and Steve dated before Eddie asked you out and Eddie couldn't help but feel like there was potential for some fun on the horizon. Shenanigans ensue.

Rating: Mature to definitely explicit, look away children. But also some heart-warming fluff and some angst.

Warnings: Threesome, implied sex, actual sex, cursing, bi-curiosity, fingering, dirty talk, oral (giving and receiving), porn with some plot, praising, established relationships, polyamory (eventually), anal play, anal.

Word Count: 6.5 K

A/N: Oh look, a surprise smut scene; how did that get there?! Anyway, I am flabbergasted, you guys. I could friggin fly with all the beautiful comments, messages and love you've all sent me. Waking up to asks from you guys is an honor, truly. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Note to self: write horny, always write horny. Anyway, I really hope you guys enjoy it! Part 4 yes or no?? If I missed anyone in the tag list, let me know!

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The sun wasn't even up when Steve's eyes popped open. It took him a few seconds to remember where he was, but then you shifted next to him and the events from the night before came flooding back. Eddie wasn't on your other side, though. Then a sharp, metallic click brought Steve's attention across the room; Eddie sat half-naked, on the window seat, lighting a cigarette. The cherry lit up his face for a moment and he blew the smoke out of the window he cracked open.

There was a delicate vulnerability to Eddie's silhouette that made Steve pause. Eddie really was very nice to look at; the ever-lightening sky gave his skin a blue hue that looked so touchable, and his features, though still in shadow, made for a mesmerizing profile. Steve wouldn't really know about how soft he really was though; the touching between him and Eddie was limited.

His cock, man, you full-on grabbed his cock, the intrusive thought blared loudly in his head, leaving Steve feeling dazed.

He was just being helpful, really. And the moment called for it. Steve already came, you were on the brink and Eddie was right there, but he needed a little extra push. There was a moment when your eyes were closed, moaning loudly and the desperation in Eddie's eyes called out to him. It would only take a few rubs and he was right; the moment Steve wrapped his hand around the shaft and met Eddie's strokes, he was coming all over you with loud, breathy moans.

The only cock Steve wrapped his hand around was his own and while he knew it was something he could easily write off as "in the moment", he couldn't help but...like it. A lot actually.

It was too goddamn early for that kind of thinking.

Steve blinked a few times, pushed the blanket back, and sat up to throw his feet over the side. It took a second to find his own boxers but he found them under your skirt, sliding them on. That skirt would forever be his favorite from now on; he was going to have some serious self-control issues when he saw you in it again. Making sure you weren't disturbed, he tip-toed over to Eddie.

"How are you awake right now, man?" He whispered. His arms crossed over his bare chest, suddenly feeling a chill from AC on his body-warmed skin.

"I couldn't lay in bed anymore." He took a long drag then blew it out, a smirk on his lips. "She's a pretty heavy sleeper, we don't have to whisper."

Taking the spot in beside Eddie, Steve couldn't help but look out the window to watch the sky turn from midnight blue to pinks and oranges with the rising sun. The trees were starting to take shape now and birds were starting to sing out between them. It seemed like they were the only people in Hawkins awake right now; the sacred moment passed between them almost reverently.

"It's been a long time since I woke up early enough to see the sunrise," Steve said, leaning back against the wall. "I didn't realize I had such a great view."

Eddie nodded, "Yeah, better than the trailer park that's for sure."

It was quiet, then you sighed and both of their heads turned to look at you.

"Hey man, listen," Eddie started. "I don't really know what's going to happen after-" he paused, gesturing with his free hand "-last night. And part of me doesn't want to know. I think I like the chaos of it all."

Steve smiled, "Chaos?"

"Yeah! The King of Hawkins High and the Freak dating Miss Magic over there at the same time? Talk about scandalous." A wicked grin crawled across his lips. "I can't even imagine the looks we would get."

It was hard for Steve to imagine, too. Being in a relationship with you while you dated Eddie felt very foreign to Steve; almost too much. Or did he mean they would all be dating each other? As in, he and Eddie would be dating too? His stomach rolled uncomfortably around a few times.

"Is...that what you want?"

Eddie shrugged, "I dunno. Kinda hard to make a decision about that if everyone isn't into it." His eyes were searching Steve's for the answer, some kind of solace in knowing that last night wasn't a total fluke. He felt the connection, but he didn't know what to do with it.

"I'm not...sure either, honestly. I've never done anything like this before."

"Neither have I," Eddie agreed. "But whatever happens between us, just don't hurt her, okay? She's the most amazing, beautiful, pure-hearted person I've ever met. I don't think I could-"

"I wouldn't. Not ever." Steve interrupted resolutely. He glanced over at you, smirking at the way your mouth was slightly open. It was so, incredibly cute. The thought of doing anything to hurt you was not even a reality in his mind so he didn't even entertain it.

"Good," Eddie nodded, tossing his cigarette butt out the window. "I'm not the toughest guy around but I'll kick your ass." Leaning closer, Eddie's eyes flicked to Steve's mouth for a moment before meeting his eyes again. "Even if we are fucking." He winked and patted Steve's bare leg with his hand before standing up and heading toward the bathroom.

Staring after him, he felt his cock twitch under the material of his boxers. Jesus-H-Christ, Steve thought, letting his eyes land on your form underneath the crumpled blanket. His entire reputation, the need to be the "cool guy" and have everything under control was starting to slip out of his grasp. Now that he was thinking about it, having control of any kind was a big ol' joke. The world around him didn't make sense, so why try?

You stirred again and he watched as you stretched, making sweet little moaning sounds.

"Where's Eddie?" You called out hoarsely.

"In the bathroom," Steve stood and joined you back in bed. "How are you feeling?"

"Uhm...good question." A smile was playing on the corners of your mouth. "I think I feel pretty good. I slept like a fucking baby, I know that much."

"Your snores are super cute, by the way." He propped his head up with his hand, "Like...a little bear."

"Oh shut up," you chided, but your tone was playful. "How are you feeling?"

Steve considered for a moment, then his eyes met yours, "I feel okay. A little weird, but okay."

"Bad weird or good weird?"

"Haven't figured that out yet. Most of it is good. You being in my bed - good weird. I didn't ever think-"

"Yeah, me either." You jumped in. "I gotta say I was super impressed though. I was almost convinced you wouldn't be into it."

Your admission surprised him. "And you still went for it?"

"Yeah. Since no one else was doing anything, I had to take the risk." You rolled to face Steve fully.

"Way to call me out," he grumbled.

Shrugging, your fingers absentmindedly rubbed little circles on the sheet. "I had to get your attention somehow. We would have been sitting there all night before you made a move."

"That is not even true. I would have done something…eventually." A full-bellied laugh came out of you and he shook his head, "What? It's true."

"I know, I know. You were just so polite about it."

"I'm not always so polite, you know." His free hand moved under the blanket, searching for a body part, any body part when he found your thigh. His hand wrapped around the meat of it, squeezing gently.

You gasped slightly, allowing him to pull you closer. "Believe me, after last night, I won't question that ever again."

"Now that I know what you're really like, I won't be able to be 'polite' about it anyway." His mouth was inches away from yours now, begging to be kissed.

"Good. Don't." You closed the distance, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He could really get used to this. Waking up to you in his bed, touching and kissing you as much as he wanted. Well, as much as Eddie wanted anyway.

Who, by the way, was leaning against the door frame of the bathroom, grinning at the two of them.

"Okay, this is disgustingly cute." He commented.

Steve couldn't help but stare at him and you were turning your head to get a better look; he was lean but had enough muscle definition to be noticeable and his tattoos practically called attention to his chest and arms. Not to mention, the boxers he wore were only slightly better than being naked so all other details were very noticeable to Steve.

You touched his cock and you liked it, so you better start dealing with that now, he thought, swallowing the sudden overabundance of saliva in his mouth.

Eddie had to still himself with his hands gripping both sides of Steve's sink, exhaling shakily. His reflection showed a scared, little coward who ran away when the moment became too much for him. Here he was, hiding in the bathroom, still afraid to make a move when he had the audacity to give Steve shit for not kissing you in the kitchen.

He also couldn't get the image of Steve's hand, without prompting, wrapped around him. Not on accident, either. He was getting hard all over again just thinking about it. Eddie didn't have to wonder what this meant, but he wasn't about to put a label on it just yet. Even if Harrington meant to do it, there's wasn't a sure fire way to know he was going to explore that further; he looked super nervous after Eddie teased him with that comment about them fucking. Honestly, he wouldn't be surprised if Steve denied it out right.

The weight of all of this sat heavily in his guts and he wondered if you were awake yet. He needed you to be awake right now. The sound of your laughter from the bedroom confirmed this and he took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. There was a comfort that you brought him - no one else on this Earth could do that; seeing you laughing and happy would calm his nerves. Upon opening the door, he was taken aback to see Steve's mouth exploring yours and he couldn't help but smile.

Stevie wasn't so scared now was he?

They were very cute together. If there was even a chance that he could have both, he would do everything he could to make that happen.

His comment brought their attention to Eddie with a mixture of surprise and half-guilt (mostly from Steve). Huffing out a laugh, he moved away from the wall, pulling the covers back and sliding in next to your body, his arms wrapping around your waist. You were so warm, your skin so velvety smooth that Eddie couldn't help running his hands over every part he could find. And incidentally touching Steve's hand in the process, which he didn't move away so maybe that was a good sign.

You immediately turned, cupping Eddie’s face and planting a big kiss on his lips. "Good morning, handsome." You lightly nipped his bottom lip and Eddie groaned.

"You gotta watch out for this one. She's a goddamn tease." He clicked his teeth together in a mock bite and you rolled your eyes.

"Eddie is just as guilty of being a tease, so you have to watch out for him too." You glanced back at Steve. "By the way, did you see the bite mark he left on me?!" Showing him one shoulder, realizing it was the wrong one, then laid on your stomach to show him the other. "See?"

Eddie leaned over, seeing the clear definition of teeth marks in a red-ish, purple hue on your shoulder and his stomach immediately dropped. "Oh, baby, I'm sorry! I guess I didn't realize how hard I bit you, jesus..."

He touched it gently with just the tips of his fingers, feeling the raised skin and subsequent goose bumps that came up from it. Steve placed butterfly kisses on the marks and you giggled. "Poor, sweet baby," he cooed.

They were so close, Eddie and Steve. One push forward and he could kiss him so easily. He was right there, there was no reason not to. Unless Steve absolutely denied him and Eddie wasn't sure he could take that. Right when he was sure his will wouldn't fail him, you yawned and flipped on your back.

"I need coffee, STAT, ASA...P." The last letters of your acronym fell off upon seeing the way Eddie was looking at Steve. But you didn't draw attention to it, thankfully. Harrington blinked and smiled down at you.

"I got you, don't worry." He hopped up, disappearing to the kitchen.

You looked at Eddie like he just lost his puppy dog. "Why didn't you kiss him, Eds?"

Eddie laid on his back, blowing out a breath. "Because I'm scared."

"Why? He wants you to! I could see it all over his face." You placed a hand on his cheek, gently moving his head to look at you.

"It changes everything though, babe." He could feel the sting of tears prickling at the corners of his eyes so he sniffed and blinked quickly. Nothing got past you, though. Sitting up, you leaned over, kissing the outer corner of his eyes and Eddie's eyelids fluttered closed, feeling everything from the last few days welling up in his chest.

"Baby, it only changes how you feel about yourself. Nothing has changed between us as far as I'm concerned and Steve is right there with you, believe it or not."

He sniffled again, "How do you know?"

You chuckled, "If only you could see the way he looks at you sometimes. It's a good thing I'm not the jealous type." You teased, moving your hair behind your ear.

Eddie tried to smile but it faltered. "You're...really okay with it?"

"Of course I am. Unless that means you're leaving me for Steve and and in that case, ain't no one gonna touch my man, so he can go to hell." This made Eddie laugh out loud. "I cannot and will not get in the way of your happiness, Eddie Munson. This isn't about me or Steve. It's about you and what you want. So, what do you want?"

Eddie could hear Steve moving around in the kitchen and he decided he was going to do something about this, once and for all. Without a word, he gave you a quick peck and practically leapt out of the bed. By the time he got to the entrance of the kitchen, though, his momentum had slowed quite a bit. What the fuck was he doing? He had zero ideas about how to bring it up, especially because feelings were involved. Plus he and Steve were in their underwear, for crying out loud. If things were going the way Eddie hoped they would, that part wouldn't matter.

Steve was humming to himself, pulling a mug out of the cabinet when he turned around. God, he looked good; shirtless with a dish towel hanging on his shoulder, hair slightly disheveled. It took Steve calling Eddie's name a couple times before Eddie responded.

"What?" Eddie asked, swallowing.

"Did she need something?" He asked again.

"Nope. She's good, just uh..." He searched for a good excuse to be in the kitchen, but when none could be found he sighed, "Ah, fuck it."

Eddie crossed the floor in three steps, grabbed Steve by the face, and pressed his mouth to him in a clash of teeth and tongues. For a heart-wrenching second, Eddie thought Steve was pulling away. Instead, he was setting the mug down so he could wrap his arms around Eddie's waist, pulling him closer.

He’d been picturing so many different scenarios with Steve, kissing him was a new one. It was different than anything he experienced but it was actually really fucking great. His lips were soft, yet firm and pliant against Eddie's as he deepened the kiss further. He smelled like sex and coffee and it just about brought Eddie to tears.

“Thank you,” Steve breathed out when they finally pulled away for air.

“For what?”

“For not being a chicken and doing what I was too afraid to.” He smiled. "I've been thinking about that since last night."

Eddie smirked, "I have no idea what the fuck I'm doing, honestly. All of this is-"

Steve nodded, "Yeah, I know."

"Is this what's taking so long for coffee? How in the hell are we ever going to get things done with you two making out all the time?"

Eddie and Steve turned their heads. You were leaning against the fridge in your underwear and Eddie's shirt, a wide, shit-eating grin on your face.

The days following "That Night" were a little disorienting to the three of them. Steve, for one, felt like the real world was an annoyance now; all he wanted to do was hang around you and Eddie. Even Robin could tell something was up.

"So are you on your period too or are you just avoiding talking to me specifically?" She asked over a basket of late-night fries. "You've hardly said a word since we left work."

He rolled his eyes, "If I was, would I be here? With you specifically?”

"Fair," she bit down on a fry, "but you have been acting weird today."

"I think I'm just...uh-" he considered telling her about the circus of feelings and images that played over and over in his head, but he decided against it. "-just tired I guess."

Robin stared at Steve. Then her eyes narrowed. "What happened at movie night?"

"What? What do you mean?" The basket of fries was suddenly very interesting to him.

Robin pulled them away before Steve could grab one. "You may have everyone else fooled, but I know you, Steve Harrington. Something is up. Did you kiss her?" She gasped. "Did you and Eddie fight?"

"No, we did not fight." He sighed. "I did...kiss her though."

Pushing the basket off to the side, Robin leaned in closer and clasped her hands together. "Tell me everything and don't skimp on the details."

"It's not what you think it is. It's actually so far out of left field that you will be in shock and awe, Robin. Shock and awe."

"Dear God, just spill it already!" She half-yelled.

Steve swallowed, trying to figure out how to start. All the different words and phrases didn't seem good enough to explain everything and there was no sense in beating around the bush when you were probably going to tell her at some point. "Basically we all...slept together."

Robin blinked at him. "Say what now?"

"I said…we all-"

"No, no, I heard what you said but it's not quite computing. You and y/n and...Eddie...had sex? At the same time? Like...together?"

"Yes, that's what a threesome is." He lowered his voice, shifting in the booth uncomfortably.

A snort of laughter escaped Robin, her eyes wide. "What? I mean...what? You said left field, I was expecting something like...you kissed her and now you guys are having a secret affair but this? This is like outer space! Like...a star being born or-"

"Okay, I get it. I'm just as surprised as you are, believe me."

She paused for a second. "So, wait. Did you and Eddie, ya know...?"

"No," Steve answered. It wasn't a lie. Robin didn’t need to know the nitty-gritty, helping-Eddie-come-part. "But he definitely kissed me in the kitchen the next morning."

"OH. Well. That's...something. How did that make you feel?" Robin was looking uneasy, but he didn't think it was about the kiss necessarily. Steve figured she was afraid he didn't want Eddie to kiss him.

"I think I'm bi, Robin."

His split-second decision to confess was met with silence, but then she smiled bigger than he'd ever seen and moved to his side of the booth to hug him so tight he couldn't breathe. In that moment, he was so grateful to have Robin as a friend, knowing he could tell her anything without fear of judgment. It made the wriggling insecurity in his chest die down a little more.

"Okay, can't breathe here." Pulling back, he saw tears glistening in her eyes. "What?"

"I'm just...so glad I'm not the only gay person in our group anymore, geez," she laughed, nudging him with her shoulder. "But honestly, I'm really happy for you."

"Thanks," He smirked. "It feels weird. I don't know what to do with it."

"You've already done something about it. The real question is: how is this going to play out? Are you going to be dating her and Eddie or just her and Eddie's a fun, little side piece?" He scoffed and Robin chuckled, "I'm just trying to help you, that's all."

Steve shrugged, resting his head against his hand. "We haven't really talked about it."

"Well, what do you want?"

He moved his head to look at her, "Good question."

This is stupid. This is stupid, stupid, idiotic, stupid.

This was the rotating monologue in Eddie's head as he sat in front of Steve's house. In his van. At 10 o'clock at night. Talk about being a stalker. He showed up at Steve's house with the intent to talk, but he couldn't seem to open the goddamn door. He should have waited until you were with him, but his impatience was giving him heartburn.

It was girl's night and while you insisted on being there when everyone talked, Eddie had bigger fish to fry.

He needed to know if Harrington was for real or not.

The only excuse he had for finally getting out of the van was running out of cigarettes. No weed either. He'd smoked a joint before coming but the high wasn't kicking in like he wanted.

He kissed him and Steve reciprocated. Not just reciprocated, but aggressively dove in with arms wrapped around his waist and a tongue down Eddie's throat. He kept trying to play the moment over in his head, hoping to find a sliver of Harrington hesitating or trying to pull away too quickly. Maybe catching Steve with a little bit of insecurity would make him feel better.

His uncle's favorite metaphor was always, "Quit trying to sink your own damn ship."

Eddie never really knew what that meant until now. He was wishing, hoping, that Harrington wasn't serious and he wouldn't have to deal with this ugly, dark fear nestled in the bottom of his stomach.

He was a queer. Or at least partly anyway. There was no denying he loved you, mind, body (dear god, that body), and soul. And he knew that there were feelings for Harrington but this was an entirely new class of emotions he wasn't sure he could handle; there wasn't a hardback DM manual for this predicament. The news that Eddie "The Freak" Munson was even more of a freak by being into dudes would not be easy. Fuck all if he cared what anyone thought of him, but he was already on people's shit lists and this town didn't take kindly to those that swung the other way.

By the time he reached Steve's door, he'd already turned and gone back to his van twice, the last time almost getting back inside. Finally, he took a deep breath, nodded to himself, and went directly to the door. Before he actually got a chance to knock, though, it swung open.

Steve, in all his mousse-y glory, answered the door with a big grin plastered on his face.

"Did you know I was coming or-" Eddie frowned.

"I saw as soon as you parked. Thought you were going to knock sooner and at one point I was going to invite you in, but I liked seeing the little pep talk you gave yourself out there." The grin opened into a laugh and Eddie sneered at him.

"Shut up, man."

Harrington stepped aside and Eddie walked in, suddenly very aware of his teeth. And his hands.

"Is it just you?" Steve asked, walking to the kitchen.

Eddie followed behind, slowly. "Robin demanded a girl's night or whatever."

"That makes sense, considering I told Robin about the other night." He went to open the fridge, but Eddie stopped him, his hand holding the door.

"You told Robin? What the hell for?"

Steve shrugged, not picking up the hint. "I didn't see why not. I mean, she does hang out with us all the time and y/n was probably going to tell her anyway."

Eddie sighed, closing his eyes for a second. "What did Robin say?"

"What do you mean? She was cool with it." He chuckled. "She said she was glad she wasn't the only gay person in the group anymore."

Opening his eyes, he wet his lips slowly. "So, you told her about the-" Eddie made an awkward, stroking gesture with his hand. "-and the kiss?"

"Yeah. But...hold on." Steve stepped back, frowning. "Is there something wrong with me telling her?"

The other shook his head almost too enthusiastically, "No. I just thought we were going to talk about things before we started telling the whole world."

Steve crossed his arms over his chest, "Okay, well, 1) Robin isn't the whole world. She's my best friend; I thought she needed to know and 2) what happened to you not caring what people thought about you? Suddenly you're worried if people know you're bi?"

"I dunno, Harrington, do you feel excited about being called a fairy everywhere you go?" His tone was sarcastic, but his glassy eyes showed panic.

The air in the kitchen was very, very thick. Steve stared at Eddie, frozen in his spot. Eddie couldn't seem to look at Steve, as much as he actually wanted to.

"Is that what you're worried about?" Steve took a step closer to Eddie who didn't move. "We aren't the first gay guys in Hawkins, Eds. Not even by a long shot."

Eds. It rolled off his tongue so smoothly like he'd been saying it for ages. The sound of your nickname coming out of his mouth was enough to meet Steve's gaze.

"I know," Eddie sighed. "It's just...I'm already super hated around here and I don't need to give them any more of a reason to-"

Harrington interrupted with a scoff. "If you think you're the only person that has things to lose, then you're wrong. Not only is the "King of Hawkins High" potentially in a polyamorous relationship, but I'm also bisexual on top of it. Bye-bye open invitation to the Harrington House, ya know?"

Eddie suddenly felt very ashamed for being so scared. He didn't even think of Steve having to deal with the blows to his reputation. Forget how good of a guy he was, being even a little gay meant he was a perv, and that glimmering picture of heroism would be torn to shreds.

"Dude, I'm - shit - I didn't even-"

"It's okay," Steve smirked. "I think you and I have been in the same boat for a few days."

Eddie nodded, "Yeah, I think so too." Steve was standing really close to him now, but he wasn't sure if it was an invitation to kiss him or if he was trying to be comforting. Either way, Eddie couldn't stop staring at his lips.

"Did you wanna hang out for a little bit, have a beer or something?" Steve's fingers absentmindedly played with a button on Eddie's jacket.

"Or something." Eddie's lips curled into a smirk and Steve kissed over it, placing both hands on Eddie's hips.

That "something" was a heavy make out session against the fridge, followed by Steve roughly pulling Eddie into his bedroom. Maybe the high finally hit or the pure adrenaline flooding his nervous system kicked into overdrive, but it was sending him to another level. Every kiss, every nip to his neck and collarbone felt like electricity moving through his veins. This was such a different feeling than being with you. It was a craving, an addiction he had to satisfy as often as he could. With Steve, however, it was more animalistic. The need to be in and around him as much as possible was overwhelming.

He'd never done anything like this before, though. But lucky for him, Steve hadn't either. So when Steve was rapidly trying to disrobe him, Eddie could feel the nerves taking over his horniness.

"Uh, Steve?"

Harrington was too busy attaching his lips to Eddie's neck while simultaneously unzipping his jeans.

"Steve, hold on." His fingers were inching to the waistband of his underwear, making Eddie's breath hitch.

"What? What's wrong?"

"I haven't ever-" He breathed out. "Have you?"

"Definitely not." The brunette rasped with a laugh.

"Let's start with some second base stuff and see where we go from there, okay?"

Steve, keeping his eyes on Eddie, moved his hand further into the other's boxers, sliding a whole handful of his aching cock through his fist. "Like this?"

Eddie gasped out, clutching the back of Steve's shirt. "Mmhmm, yeah, that's a good start."

It was embarrassing how close to the edge Eddie already was. Harrington was guiding them down until Eddie was sitting and Steve on his knees in front of him. Letting go of him for a moment, Steve pulled the waistband of his jeans and boxers down at the same time until they were pooled around his shoes. The absolute carnal look in Steve's eyes as he took Eddie's freed dick in his hands was just fucking rude as hell.

"Shit," Eddie moaned, his eyes snapping shut.

"Don't you want to watch?" Steve asked in a deeper voice that he'd never used before. Eddie's eyes opened right as Harrington was taking him into his mouth.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" It was almost too much for Eddie to take. He had no idea how he was going to be able to handle having two partners that were good at giving head. A sudden, sharp sting of teeth on the underside of Eddie's cock made him hiss and Steve pulled off quickly.

"Sorry, did I hurt you?"

Eddie shook his head, "Just a little too much with the teeth. Otherwise, it feels really good." His fingers caressed Steve's chin and throat. "Don't stop."

Eagerly, Steve started again, holding his cock still as Steve went back to his ministrations. It wasn't long before he was starting to take Eddie deeper; the fingers on Steve's chin gripped harder, keeping his jaw wider to allow for harder thrusts down his throat. Steve's eyes were watering, but he kept going.

"Oh my fucking god, your mouth feels so fucking good, jesus christ." Eddie huffed out loudly.

He wished you could be there to see how good Steve was doing, taking his cock so well, just like you. The thought of you being on your knees right beside Steve, sharing him between your pretty mouths made Eddie come so hard, he thought he blacked out for a second. The sound of soft gagging brought Eddie back to life. He was met with a slobbering, wet-eyed Steve Harrington right as he was swallowing his load down and pulling off of Eddie's cock with a cute little 'pop'.

"H-holy shit." Eddie stammered. "That was-"

"Youre-' Steve licked his hips and exhaled, "-you're welcome."

Eddie shivered, letting the after shocks settle into him. After a second, he leaned down capturing Steve's lips with his own. He tasted beer and remnants of his own cum with his tongue, making his cock twitch against his thigh.

"Now your turn," he sighed.

Steve wasn't about to argue. And after the look Munson gave while he was coming down his throat, he was ready for that boy to do anything he wanted to him. The whole experience was something Steve never thought he would find himself in. But now, as he wiped his face of spit and pre-come, the brunette knew he wanted to make Eddie come like that over and over again.

But he was also so hard that he might bust through his pants and Steve needed relief.

Eddie awkwardly stepped out of his sneakers and pants, leaving Steve on his knees as he stood over him, naked and half-hard again.

"What do you want right now? Don't even think, say it right now."

"I want you to fuck me," Steve replied, his voice low and hushed. The idea terrified the shit out of him, if he was honest. Normally, he would be the one taking control and for the most part, that's what felt most natural. In this case, he needed to feel Eddie take that control away from him. He wanted this beautiful, slightly grumpy weirdo to change his life forever.

Eddie crooked a finger, signaling for the other to stand up. "You're wearing too many clothes for that." His skilled, ringed fingers seemed to disrobe Steve and lay him down in a matter of seconds, leaving him breathless.

"I'll go slow," Eddie promised. He pressed his index finger to Harrington's lips and Steve took it in, sucking and tonguing the pad of the digit. "You look really pretty like that."

Surges of lust coursed through the brunette's body faster than lightning. No wonder you were so crazy about Eddie; he was so fucking sexy, Steve could barely contain himself. Once the other was satisfied with the amount of wetness on his finger, he moved his hand to the underside of Steve's cock, landing first on his perineum.

A gasp flew out of his mouth, inhaling deeply.

"Just breathe, baby. Breathe." Eddie's voice was soothing. "Just relax your body against me."

Steve exhaled, trying to force his body to uncoil. "You-you said you've never done this before."

The curly hair shook with a chuckle, "I've fingered a virgin or two, it's the same, really. But I won't be able to fuck you if you don't relax. Really relax."

As Eddie rubbed that same spot, moving closer and closer to his goal, Steve concentrated on Eddie's voice and the way it guided him. Just his voice alone was making him leak all over his stomach incessantly.

"That's it, big boy, that's it."

His finger brushed against his asshole and he inhaled sharply, but his counterpart was shushing him gently. "It's okay. Take a deep breath for me and on the exhale I'll go deeper. If you need me to stop, just let me know." The look in his big doe eyes reassured the other immensely.

Before tonight, Steve would have never imagined Eddie to be so gentle. Or so understanding, for that matter.

Steve nodded, filling his lungs up with air. As he let it out, the pressure of Eddie's finger pushing into him almost caused the other to panic until he managed to get in far enough that it didn't hurt anymore. Not as much, anyway.

Eddie grinned wickedly. "Does that feel better?"

All Steve could do was nod, pressing his lips together. His eyelids fluttered closed for a moment.

"You're so tight, though. Not sure how I'm gonna get my cock in that little asshole."

Moaning at the lewd statement, the brunette's eyes opened and reached for his cock, but Eddie swatted his hand away. "I got you, don't worry." Wrapping his hand around the wet shaft, he pumped slowly. At the same time, Eddie worked his ass open turning Steve into a shaking, whimpering mess.

"Ah fuck, keep doing that, please," Steve begged.

"You like this, Harrington?" The hot breath of his words fanned over the other's lips. "Me playing with your pretty ass while I jerk you off?"

Steve cried out, "God, yes, yes!"

Eddie's eyes were boring into his, making Steve completely speechless. "Ready for another finger, pretty?"

Before he chickened out, Steve nodded. Eddie stopped his movements, making the other whine to keep going.

"How do you ask?"

You were right, he was an awful tease. But Steve would have given him all the money in his grandmother's bank account if Eddie asked him to. Harrington was wrapped around his finger, literally, and that's where he wanted to stay. If Eddie wanted a "please", Steve would give it to him as many times as he wanted.

"Please," Steve begged, biting down on his slightly swollen bottom lip.

"Only because you asked so nicely." A wink and Eddie's middle finger joined the index, spreading him apart and pushing inside again and again. Steve's back arched, letting filthy, mewling moans fall out of his mouth. If there was this much pain and pleasure with just Eddie's fingers, he couldn't even imagine his cock.

"'M so close, Eds."

"So soon? You don't want to wait for this cock?" Eddie almost sounded disappointed and considering his own rock-hard cock rutting up against Steve's body, he was aching for it.

"I can't...I can't, it feels too good." Harrington convulsed as the hand around his cock twisted just right. "Fuck."

Leaning down, Munson kissed him deeply. "If that's what my pretty boy needs, then that's what he gets."

My pretty boy. Oh if he could have recorded just that little blip in time, he would listen to it every single day. It felt as though this magical creature was claiming his entire being and Steve was going to let him, completely. He didn't care about any of the fears and worries, or what anyone else would think.

You and Eddie not being in his life was not an option anymore.

Moans and praises permeated the room while Eddie brought Steve to his climax, his hips lifting off the bed as he shot ropes of come over Eddie's knuckles and his own chest.

"Good, pretty boy, that was beautiful." Eddie cooed, keeping his hands still as Steve came back down to earth.

"Fuck me," Steve exhaled.

"Next time, baby," Eddie smirked, pressing his lips to the outer shell of Steve's ear. He slowly removed his fingers, making Steve hiss a little.

"I like when you call me that."

"So does y/n. I'm gonna have to get name tags for you guys." Eddie joked. Rolling off of the bed, he haphazardly stood up, trying to make sure he didn't get jizz on anything else. He grabbed a towel from the bathroom and cleaned his hand off before throwing it to Harrington.

"Speaking of-" Steve started wiping his chest, "-are we gonna tell y/n about this?"

"Of course we are," Eddie said indignantly. "I promise, she'll want to know," He laid back down, next to Steve. "She won't be mad. I mean, I don't think so."

Sitting up on his elbows, Steve frowned deeply at Eddie. "You don't think so?" Well shit, if there was a possibility you were going to get upset, he wasn't sure what he was going to do.

"I guess we'll find out tomorrow. She wants us to all have dinner together." Eddie shrugged, placing fluttery kisses on Steve's shoulder. "It'll be fine."

"Famous last words," Steve muttered, throwing the soiled towel on the floor.

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Overture

Summary: Working in a gift shop with zero hours of sleep can ruin a man’s spirit, unless he has you as his girlfriend

Pairing: Steven Grant x fem!Reader

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: slight dom/sub dynamic, orgasm delay, praise kink, cockwarming, unprotected piv, handjob, facial

“Bollocks.”

That was never a good thing to ear at 9pm on a Monday. Steven was late, even later than usual, which probably meant that Donna had managed to get him to stay after his shift had ended with a random excuse. You despised that woman with a passion.

You sat up on the couch, you rested your cup of tea on the coffee table and stretched your arms behind your back, then up above your head. It was late, you had tried to watch an episode of Bake Off but it wasn’t fun without Steven and his commentary, witty remarks and all.

He closed the door quietly, put the safety lock in and then locked it again, leaving the keys in the keyhole. It was his routine, he needed to follow it religiously without fail, every night he did the same thing, you were used to it by now. You didn’t feel safe without it anymore.

“Hey, handsome.” You greeted him, a hand on your lower belly. "Are you alright?"

"No." He sighed and beelined toward the couch, plopping down next to you with his eyes closed. He still had his name tag on. "It was a shitty day, I bloody hated it."

You gently grabbed the tag and took it off, placing it on the table before pushing a hand in Steven's hair so that he could rest on your chest, face smushed between your breasts. He loved being there, he loved moving his hand up to your tits and just holding onto them while you petted his hair. He thrived during those situations, he felt safe.

Steven whimpered and clung to you, his eyes were still closed, his hands were gripping your arms tightly and he was breathing a little too fast for your liking. He needed to unwind, he needed to relax and let go for the night, forget about everything so that he could be happy, even for just a few seconds.

"Come here, let me take care of you." You murmured in his head, he nodded and curled up next to you on the couch. "Relax."

You kept petting his hair, you kept brushing your hands up and down his shoulders while Steven kept buzzing with anger and nervousness. It should have worked by now, but he was still lost in his thought, he was still uneased by it all and you didn't know what else to do. Nothing, not even the gentle rubbing of his ears, seemed to work.

"Okay, no, stop. Sit up."

"Why?" Steven let out a deep sigh and looked up at you. "I'm comfortable here."

"You're not relaxed enough, darling. We need to change that or you'll never fall asleep."

You started to take off his jacket, then his shirt and his jeans. Steven let you do it all, he didn't let out a single word, he didn't even open his mouth, he just raised his arms, his bum and then his legs to allow you to take care of it all. You kissed his forehead before straddling his lap, his hands immediately shot up to your hips, holding you while your soft fingers traced lines up and down his toned chest.

His nipples pebbled up when your nails gently brushed over his happy trail, his cock twitched and you chuckled, pressing a kiss on his jawline while you started to grind down on him. He sighed, head dropped to the side and eyes closed, blissed out and a little calmer than before.

"Are you feeling better, baby?" He hummed, low and gentle. "You just wanted me to take care of you, mhm?" He nodded. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Didn't want to seem needy."

His voice was so low and so quiet that you chuckled, holding him a little tighter while your pussy brushed down on his fully erect cock. "Do you wanna talk about what happened today?" He nodded again, his tongue poked out to lick his lower lip. "Can do you do it like this without getting mad and overworked again?"

He stilled, brows knitted together as he stared at you and then at the ceiling. He was struggling to not get mad and not lose his composure, he was trying, for you. He was doing his best. You knew he was already starting to panic again, you could feel it under your palm, his heart was beating fast and loud.

"Let's try something new, baby."

"I don't feel like experimenting tonight." He whispered.

"No funny business, but I know that this will relax you and calm you down." He perked up, a small smile on his face as you undid your bra, letting your breasts bounce down. "If you're good, I'll let you play with them before work tomorrow."

Steven stayed still as you took off your panties and his boxers, you gripped his cock in your hand and it twitched in your palm, making you chuckle and kiss him on the lips. You got lost in there for a few minutes, kissing Steven was your favourite pass time, you couldn't stop pressing your lips on his while your tongue invaded his mouth, chasing his characteristic taste and the faint residue of tea.

You sank down on his cock and he moaned on your lips, his hips bucked up, trying to chase your heat and tightness. You shook your head and cleared your throat, he was so big and the stretch was so pleasurable that you almost forgot what you were even supposed to do.

"No, stay still. I'll sit here, you'll talk and then I'll jack you off."

"Oh god, don't think I can last that long." He joked and you rolled your eyes, thighs tight around his. "I'll try."

"Good boy."

He beamed at that and went slack under you, his cock twitched in your pussy and your walls clenched around him. You had never tried this before, you had never kept his cock inside you just because you wanted to. However, it was quickly becoming your favourite thing. Steven seemed so at ease, so peaceful already, that you wished you had done that sooner.

"Donna said I was late today, which I wasn't because you drove me there, yeah? I was on time. I told her, she said it wasn't true and that JB didn't see me get in until much much later." You cocked an eyebrow at that, prompting him to go on. "Told her he isn't a reliable source, right? She said it was my fault anyway and that I'm going to do inventory for the rest of the week." He licked his lower lip and looked up at you. "And I can't do that because I wanted to take you out on a date and then maybe sleep. I haven't caught a wink of rest tonight, and I've knocked down a few hangers at work today because I lost my footing."

He was rambling, but he wasn't panicking nor fussing over anything, he was just telling you what had happened. You had never seen Steven that calm, you had never seen him so placid and at ease before. You slightly moved, feeling him shift deeper inside you, a whine left your lips and Steven looked up at you, head cocked to the side as he kept staring, lips parted in a small smile.

"Anyway, I talked to Donna about the inventory duties, I don't wanna be stuck there for the whole week, I already made our reservations and I don't wanna cancel, it took me a month to finally find a table. She said it's my problem and that I shouldn't be late if I want to be treated right." You snorted and Steven's hand moved up to your chest, resting it on one of your tits. "She fucked up with that. I went to the department manager, and told him what had happened and he said that it was not fair. So now they're checking all of my clock-ins and clock-outs."

You nodded quietly, he was still hard inside you, you could feel him twitch and throb whenever your walls pulsed around him. A vein was slightly popping out on his neck, his fingers were brushing over your nipple and his eyes were relaxed, barely closed, as he kept staring at you.

You loved when his eyes got hooded, you loved when you could see the white sclera under his iris, he looked extremely fuckable like that, almost wicked. You leaned in, your hands gripped his shoulders and you tentatively raised your hips before grinding down on him.

"I'm not done."

You were not expecting that. You looked at him with your lips parted, you settled back down and he sighed, going slack under you and harder inside your pussy. He had the self-control of a god, that was for sure, you didn't know how he was managing to last that long, he was hard as a rock but he was refusing to let go and fuck you.

"They checked my clock-ins and clock-outs, saw that I've been working a lot, like, a lot and Donna is the one who basically forced me to take those shifts due to her personal vendetta against me, god knows what I've done wrong in her opinion." You nodded, you were starting to lose track of what was going on, he had moved under you and now the tip of his cock was brushing and pressing right against your sweet spot. "So now there's this whole... issue- you're so bloody tight."

You huffed out a laugh and kissed him on the lips. "Do you want me to get off?"

"No." He swallowed hard and shuddered. "I can last a bit longer."

"Do you want me to tell you what I think of this?" He nodded as you adjusted yourself. "You can't cum, though."

You kissed him on the lips, soft and gentle while your hands moved up to his hair, fisting his curls as you started to grind down on him, swaying your hips left to right as his hands tightened around your breasts, nipples caught between his index and middle finger.

You were trying to stay still but you couldn't, Steven was hot and big and thick and you didn't have the willpower to slow yourself down and not ravage him with your hands and lips. You trailed kisses down his neck, he tilted his head back with a whimper when you gently bit on his Adam's apple.

"I find you so hot when you get all bothered and stand up for yourself." Your lips trailed up to his ear so that you could whisper in his ear. "You did good baby, you did so good and I'm so proud of you for speaking up. Donna is scum, she will lose her job if she keeps being like this." You kissed the spot behind his lobe and Steven gasped, nails softly scraping the soft skin of your breasts. "And you booked us a fancy dinner out of nowhere, I can't believe you."

Steven's breath was ragged and short, it was fanning over your skin and it was making you clamp around him like a madman, you couldn't wait any longer and he couldn't wait either, you could feel strain inside you and struggle to not blow inside you. You grabbed one of his hands and brought it down to your dripping pussy.

"Oh." He whispered, eyes fixed on your clit. "Can I?"

"Yes, baby."

His fingers started working on your swollen nub of nerves, Steven put the right pressure on it, he was rubbing you hard and fast, making you squirm on top of him as you slowly moved on his cock, slightly bouncing up and down on him while he squeezed one of your breasts in his free hand.

You didn't want to hold back, you didn't want to pretend you weren't already on edge and ready to cum all over him and his strong hand and cock. You gasped when the pressure increased, your lower belly tightened and your walls started to pulse around him.

"Oh Steven, oh baby, that's... yeah, like that, you're doing so good." Your hips started rocking back and forth while your hands rested on his chest. "Just like that, just like that, I'm gonna come, shit, shit."

Your thighs trapped his legs and you jolted forward, your pussy clamped on his cock and he yelped, his vein was even more protruding and you stared at him as you came, gushing over him and wetting his cock and groin even more. You shivered and panted, high and breathy, while you kissed him, pulling him up toward you by his jawline.

"You did so good." You whispered over his lips, staring down at his body. "You did so good, baby, I know it must've been hard to not come with me."

Steven nodded, too lost to reply and too overstimulated to even think about anything but his cock still buried inside you. You softly pulled up, letting his dick slide out of you and bob on his belly. You stood up, you kissed him once more before kneeling between his open legs.

His cock was red, swollen and hard under your touch, the tip was leaking profusely and his thighs were shaking, straining to be good for you and not come until you said so. Steven was great when it came to following little rules or orders.

You kissed his cockhead while you started to pump his length just how he liked it, your thumb brushed over the slit and the frenulum while your soft palm enveloped his shaft - or at least tried to. He whined and threw his head back, eyes tightly shut while his chest heaved wildly,

"I can't." His voice was quiet and broken, you were positive he had tears in his eyes. "Please."

"You can come when you want, baby, I'm not stopping you." You kissed the tip again, swirling your tongue around it.

You jacked him off a little faster, your hand twisted lightly around him and his thighs tensed, he arched his back and his toes curled. He throbbed in your hand and you leaned forward, his hot release ended up splattered on your face, covering in streaks your cheeks, your lips and chin.

Steven kept breathing heavily until you let go of his cock, it had softened in your palm and you had kissed his thighs and hips until he had stopped quivering and shaking under you. You might have overworked him, you weren't sure, but you had managed to make him come all over your face for the first time ever.

He groggily raised his head and rubbed his eyes, he looked at you and hummed to himself. He furrowed his brows, tilting his head to the side and chuckling.

"What?"

"Nothing, you look pretty like this, the light is making your eyes shine bright."

Leave it to Steven to focus on your eyes when you had his come all over your face.

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Love Grows Where My Rosemary Goes

The fragrance of rosemary lingered in the air, its woody aroma blended with the petrol fumes and the greasy odour of the takeaways that lined the streets. That herbal smell soothed the raging thoughts that cluttered against his skull, but that scent was like blood in the water for the shark circling. And he had been circling for some like.

He had circled for months. Watching his pretty prey, patiently protecting from the shadows.

Dark eyes followed the plush frame bundled under layers of jumpers and a hideously bright hat capped over wild and messy threads of hair. Only a pale sliver of bronze skin peaked out, goosebumps rising against the bitter cold. She needed a good winter coat now that the winter was looming, but his poor little cariño seemed to favour feeding the pigeons in the park and then saving for a warm coat. Her clothes were kind of funny, a mix of charity shop best buys and hand me downs thrown on in a weak defence against the London weather to compensate for the lack of funds to buy a coat.

That would change. Soon.

A strong puff of rosemary filled his nostrils as she turned into the supermarket. Swirls of white vapour danced overhead where mindless droves of people huddled across the pavements trying to reach home.

‘You are getting distracted from the task at hand.’

Khonsu’s words died in the air. Settling against the brickwork Jake watched as his woman trudge up and down the aisles, a deep grimace sat against his face. She scanned the reduced section and selected only the cheapest items.

‘She is rather pretty in a human sort of way….plump. Reminds me of the temple priestess.’ Khonsu boomed in his usual way of announcing his presence.

She was. Short and plush, fleshy and soft. Voluptuous. All curves and round edges were hidden away under unflattering garments. Warmth spread across his fingertips shot up in his arm and towards his heart. It ached against the emptiness, burning as he remembered the touch of her, the feeling of her warm skin as they collided. The feel of his hand over her, those brief moments before she snatched her hand back, blushing the most attractive shade of pink, hiding behind her mop of hair as she scurried away. From that moment she had put a spell on him, and he was besotted, devoted, obsessed. It was fanatical and fervent. He needed to feel her soon, to strip her bare and pull her apart till she is so cock drunk that all she could do was to scream his name.

‘If the worms find out about this they will not like it.’ The sense of concern in the god’s voice was fake but Jake did not care.

Khonsu stood examining his avatar for a moment. He was a loyal servant who enjoyed his work, revelling in the death and blood, a fist of vengeance. Yet there was a danger in him, he was not reckless or stupid but unpredictable. A short leash in which to keep him was slowly straining. His gaze turned to the girl. Blissful unaware as she shopped. Such mundane things humans. Weak and delicate and their emotions made them all the more pliable.

‘They will not find out.’

‘We will see, in my experience, women do not like to be hidden. If you must take a woman, do it quickly and do not make the worms aware of your presence.’ Khonsu stood disappearing into the street.

Jake’s plan meant that his presence would not be a problem, there would be no need to hide. He could serve Khonsu during the night and spend his days between the legs of his Rosemary, worshipping her.

A sweet fog of rosemary invaded his senses pulling his plotting.

‘Mi amada’ he inhaled, before resuming the hunt.

@love-on-the-murder-scene for you

#moon knight x reader #moon knight #steven grant x reader #steven grant #marc spector #marc specter x reader #jake lockely x reader

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Hilda by Duane Bryers

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Rescue

Just a random thought I had- Let me know what you think!

Warning- kidnap and reference to suicide and death

‘Excuse me!’ her voice was edged with rigid disbelief and fear. Not fear per se but terror. Sheer terror mixed with pure panic.

Arthur Harrow watched with dark eyes as she looked up at him. Blood crusted his hands as he dragged the rough digits across her skin. The room was icy cold; the heat of the torches did little to warm the room, only illuminating them both. The ominous orange light fought against the harsh breeze that swirled in the underground temple. The final resting place of Amit. It was not some grand, opulent temple that she had expected but beige sandstone with no carving or paintings; there was nothing but decay and dust.

 ‘You are my reward, beloved. Amit has decided. Once the scum has been obliterated from the face of the earth, there will be peace, and we,’ he grip on her hand tightened, ‘we will be together ruling with purity and justice.’ As the older man's voice cooed, his hand on her palm became almost unbearably painful.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked at his weathered hands. The light highlighted the crinkled line of his face ever. He was serene, peaceful and sweet. It made the weight of his words all the more sinister. The voice was eerily calm as he made you watch as red oozed into the water, as the life left their body before he dragged you away from their body. Your boyfriend's body.

 ‘You…you have got to be out of your freaking mind. Never happening, you creepy prick!’ Her voice was wavering as she tore her hand from his. Despite the fact the nails tore thin red streaks in her skin, she didn’t flinch. Despite the fear, she remained strong. Despite everything, she still loved him, them, and even if they were gone, it didn’t mean she was going to submit to his murderer. Her beautiful clumsy, and goofy boyfriend was gone but also Marc, who was an avatar for Khonsu, a former mercenary, and married. The man, Harrow, had gunned them down.

 ‘You're emotional, my vision of purity. The corruption you endured under Khonsu enslaved person has taken its toll on you. Sleep. Hopefully, you will be more responsible after a night's sleep.’ Harrow’s voice was smooth and never rose as he pressed a sickening kiss to your forehead.

 The touches on the wall flickered as he disappeared into the dark. The sound of wooden doors bolted behind him. Leaving her alone in the sand walls of the temple. Layers of dirt and dust from a thousand years ago layer every surface; the grimy bed behind her ominously beckons to her, taunting and terrorising her.

 Tears pricked at her eyes as she sank onto the bed, kicking at the iron chain that connected her to the bed. She wanted Steven, even Marc, but they were gone, dead, and she was left in this nightmare, alone and abandoned.

 Xxxxxx

 Taweret grimaced as she looked at them as they peered through the doorway. Ever as a hippo, Marc could see the scowl as they watched the man sweep out the room leaving the petrified girl shaking like a leaf. It was dark, but they could still see the fear flickering in her eyes and the shine of the tears as they dripped slowly down her face.

 The room was not anything they had seen before. It was ancient and large, but time had turned it into a tomb of death and decay. She sat in the middle of a stone bed like a brightly polished jewel stolen, locked away in the dark.

 ‘What is that? How do we see that? That hasn’t happened.’ Steve flapped from the corners, hand frantically pulling at his curls. ‘This isn’t real; it can’t be right, Marc. Right, Marc?’

 ‘These are things that are happening now. Your hearts are intermingled. Judged together and separately.’ Her previous jovial voice seemed to lose its bounce as she watched the young women's eyes frantically search the room while whipping furiously at her eyes.

 ‘Men like that…deserved to be drowned in the Nile. We have them every century. I mean, really… they get me down.’ The hippos shook her head as she slammed he hands against the door sending both men to jump a foot into the air.

 ‘I am sorry, but men like that…I wish I was down there.’

 Marc and Steve watched, taking in every fragment of her. Dressed in white robes that covered the ink that stained your skin. Perfect skin marked with bruises and red lines. She looked so removed from the women they loved, Steven loved.

 ‘Marc, we have to balance our scales and get back to the living. Marc, can you hear me!’

 Marc could hear him, but he could not take his eyes off the figure of her trembling form. Despite her shaking, her eyes frantically searched the room for escape that feral look of stubbornness.

 ‘You don’t think he uses her as a sacrificial virgin?’ Steven's voice rose several octaves.

 ‘I doubt she could be considered a virgin after we have done together.’Marc muttered as he took in her bleeding arm, red scratching staining the white cloth a light pink.

 ‘I knew it! I knew it you snuck out and used my girlfriend.’ Steven roared, hand slammed at him surprising hard.

 ‘Technically, you used my body to get a girlfriend. And she started it first.’ Marc shot back as he returned the claps back to Steven, hard than needed.

 ‘Take that back she did not!’

 ‘If a man wakes up to find a beautiful woman sucking him into oblivion….’ Marc snapped back

 ‘Your finish that sentence am I will mess you up.’ Steven snapped back, giving him one last slap before moving away.

 ‘We have to get to her.’ Steven roared, running fall force into his alter’s body, sending them sprawling onto the floor in a mass of arms and legs.

 ‘Boys! Boys! This really isn’t going to help her, is it?’

‘You mean…’ Steven panted out from a rather impressive headlock.

 ‘I am probably not allowed to tell you this, but what the hell? You only live once… oh, sorry. This is your heart, and since your hearts are connected you ….’

 ‘We can communicate with her!’ Steven gasped in delight, throwing off Marc's grip and surging forward and disappearing through the door.

 ‘Steven.’ Marc called, following.

 A sharp pull on her heart through her from the plan she was formulating in her head, well, the plan she was attempting. Her blood turned hot, like lava in her veins. Breathing came in heavy pants, and for a moment, just a moment, the realisation that she might not have to become the bride to some manic because she had some sort of stroke came as a relief before it turned into panic. She didn’t want to die, but it was preferable compared to life with Harrow.

 A comfortable feeling replaced the heat, and she blinked once, twice, three times as the light of a rectangle door blinded her, as two figures crossed the threshold.

 ‘Steven? Marc?’ She gasped. ‘You're alive… I thought… you're not real. I’m …I have lost it.’ She laughed, pressing her hand to the side of her face. Dirt smeared across her face.

 ‘Shhhhh, it’s okay, we are here. We are just out of reach at the minute, but we are coming, baby. Both of us.’ Steven soothed, reaching forward only to be bounced back, unable to pass the threshold.

 ‘At this point, I would take Khonsu over that fucking creep.’ She laughed weakly.

 ‘Did that creep with sandals touch, you love. I’ll kick his arse.’ Steven whispered as he knelt down to gaze across, eyes resting on the iron cuff binding her to the bed,

 ‘No, but he wants to make me his bride of purity and chastity; the guy’s insane.’ She muttered.

 ‘Yeah, that defiantly proves that he is insane. I’ve been on the end of your idea of purity.’ Marc gave a humourless laugh.

 ‘Yeah, remind me if you ever do rescue me out of here to talk about boundaries.’ She hissed weakly, standing lurching forward.

 ‘My boundaries are excellent.’ Marc smiled tightly.

 ‘I don’t think sleeping with your alters girlfriend when she doesn’t know you exist counts.’ She muttered as she stood tentative, eyeing the chain.

 ‘Technically, my body, so your my girlfriend too.’ Marc spoke; he wasn’t sure while he was trying to get her angry; at this point, the anger was better than the terror she must feel.

 ‘I don’t think Layla would be very happy with that.’ A tired and worn smile etched across her face, and sad eyes shimmered in the orange light; she took four steps towards them. The chain snapped tight as she moved, pulling her back sharp with a vicious twang that sounded out against the room. The chain glowed a deep purple, and the chain was shorted by one link, pulling them further apart.

 ‘Well, you better hurry up and rescue me while your girlfriend is still in one piece.’

 ‘Does that mean you will still be my girlfriend after this?’ Marc’s voice cut through the dark, eyes roamed over his features; it was a broken gaze, unbelieving.

 There was a silence. And silent pleading.

 ‘Sit tight, love; we are coming.’ Steven cooed, reaching his out as if to touch her.

 ‘You need to hurry, or there might not be much left of me to save. By the rise of the moon, Amit will be released, and I’ll be……’ she gulped down a surge of bile, ‘and I’ll kill myself before that happens.’

 ‘We will be there soon.’ Marc straightened as he nodded, jaw hardening as he watched her image fade.

#steven grant x you #steven grant x reader #steven grant #request #marc specter x reader #Marvel #moon knight x reader #moon knight

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Bestie! Helloooo! I hope you’re having a good weekend!🥰

The song “love grows (where my rosemary goes)” makes me think of reader and the bois 🥺 please may i request a lil drabble or head canon about it? (If not then don’t worry!)

Hello Bestie!!!! It’s the weekend so no work. I hope your are having a lovely weekend and get the extra Monday off!

Ohhh never heard of that song I will give it a listen! I honestly need a little project as your projects always give me joy and I need that right now as work is horrible so send me anything short and sweet and maybe smutty :p

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Fit to Burst

CO-WRITTEN WITH @THIRSTWORLDPROBLEMSS

Pairing: Marc Spector x female reader x Steven Grant

Summary: Marc decides to teach you a lesson when you mistake him for Steven.

Rating: really fucking explicit

Warning/content: Marc's dirty filthy mouth, Steven's over-eager mouth, Marc is wee bit jealous, cunnilingus, overstimulation, refraction period? — we don't know her, established relationship.

Word Count: 3.5k (I have no excuse, pure self-indulgent filth)

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“Does that feel good, love? Think you can come for me again?” 

You don't know how many orgasms he's pulled from you already. Everything sounds like it’s underwater. You can't tell if it’s Marc or Steven fronting right now. If it's Marc who is talking to you, or Steven, taking you apart inch by inch, one devastating orgasm at a time.

Love. He called you love. Steven calls you love. This must be Steven.

Steven’s lips come to the inside of your thigh, pressing gentle kisses meant to soothe, but the sandpaper brush of his stubble makes everything inside you that more wound up, your nerves raw like everything is going to splinter. 

“You taste so fuckin’ good,” he murmurs, and the soft caress of his breath is searing against your skin, wreaking havoc on you. The low rumbling of his voice, so uncharacteristic of him, is dipped in hunger and greed, and it skitters up and down your spine until it's difficult to breathe. It's a perfect counterpoint to his surprisingly skilled mouth and fingers on you, to the heat spreading under your skin and building to an explosive pitch between your legs. 

“Want you to come all over my mouth, yeah?” he says, with none of his trademark shyness, before he dives back in, tongue laving at your slick folds.

You can’t help but give him what he wants.

You come, your cunt clenches down, spasming around the thick girth of his fingers where he has you stretched open. Everything else disappears for a moment, your body weightless with pure unadulterated bliss. You are so disorientated that you are almost certain you are floating in zero gravity. You can’t even hear your heartbeat anymore. Can’t feel it thump against the cage of your chest. For all you know it might have stopped entirely. All you’re capable of feeling is an abstract tingling sensation that buzzes pleasantly in your veins.

Then you hear his voice, soft and adoring, from somewhere above. His fingers slip out of you, and you whine--even overwrought as you are, you feel empty at the loss.

There’s a gentle palm with soft-worn calluses stroking down the side of your ribs. Comforting kisses press your thighs, as he murmurs quiet praises about how good you are for him and how pretty you look like this.

You can’t help but snort a laugh at that last bit, not sure what he’s on about because you’re sure you look anything but right now. Your hair is soaked with sweat and clinging to your temple; your face, sticky and clammy. You’re certain you must look a complete mess as you lie here in a shambled heap on your bed. Your vision is so blurred you can barely see the white of your ceiling, but you're still able to make out the man above you, gazing down at you like you’ve hung the moon in the sky.

“Think you can give me another one, love? Jus' one more, yeah?”

Fucking hell. This man…  

He doesn’t even give you a moment to gather yourself. You barely have a chance to nod before the saliva-slicked thumb gently presses down on your clit again. For all his sweet cooing and gentle touch and care, he is always merciless in his pursuit to make you come like there’s a prize for him at the end of it. 

"Fucking finally," he huffs under his breath, and if you weren't so completely out of it, you'd tell him it's his own fault for dragging that last orgasm out so long.

As cliche as it sounds, you’re so blissed out of your mind you can’t tell anymore, where the pleasure begins and ends. All you feel is clever fingers already curling inside you again; a greedy hand cupping your breast; a hungry mouth nipping at the hollow of your throat. He’s everywhere, and you spread your legs wider, open yourself up, so he can have every single inch of you. 

The bed shifts, and you blink rapidly, trying to clear the watery edges of your vision. After a moment, your eyes finally refocus on the man in front of you. 

He’s kneeling above you, cock in hand, as he gives it a slow lazy stroke that makes your mouth water. A slick sheen of sweat graces the muscular line of his shoulder, bathed in amber gold of your bedroom light.

“You alright, baby? Want me to keep going?” The look in his eyes is as gentle as ever he checks in on you to make sure you’re okay. Makes you feel precious and cared for. 

The only thing you can do is nod.

“You say stop if it gets to be too much,”  he rasps out as lines himself up against you. 

The first thrust is deep and consuming, and you cry out as the perfect stretch of him has white sparks burning behind your eyelids. You’re so worked up, everything makes a little bit less sense; mind almost a little bit numb. You can barely think straight and you think to yourself ironically, this is probably why they call it being cockdumb. 

And it's not being made better by the way that he’s running his fucking mouth. 

"So fucking perfect,” he murmurs into your ear, rasped and breathless as he nips on your ear. “You feel so good wrapped around my cock. So wet and warm. Fuck, you're so tight right now. Always so tight after you come for us."

He stays there, buried inside you to the hilt to allow you some reprieve and to accommodate around him. You can feel his eagerness to move in the way his cock twitches excitedly inside of you. Can tell he’s resisting that very urge when he grips the bedsheets tightly with his fingers until they go bone-knuckled. It strikes heat and pleasure all at once into the pit of your stomach. It’s so good; too much; and it teethers on the edge of the overwhelming. 

A warm hand comes to cup your cheeks. He’s consoling you, brushing away the hair in your eyes, and the touch of it grounds you. “Does that feel good, baby?” 

His eyes are ridiculously gorgeous, deep and rich, you find yourself easily lost in him. All you can see is his sweet half-smile, one corner of his mouth curling upward just for you. All you want to do in your overwrought state of mind is to please him, to praise him on how good he always makes you feel, so you do. 

"So good. Feel so full. No one fucks me like you do, Steven."

He stills. 

From above, you see it, the moment his expression changes. Gone is the indulgent softness. The curl of his full lips turned into a scowl. Those deep rich eyes bleed into sternness fixed with a dark glower. You realise a bit too late that Marc is the one inside you now, not sweet Steven. 

You try to think back. When did his voice change? His accent? His eyes are narrowed instead of wide adoring affection. Everything about his body language is different, must have changed before this, and how stupid is it that you didn’t notice until now? As much as you hate to admit it, you're just a little bit out of it; a little bit come dumb from how the two of them have made you come again and again. 

The next thing you register is the emptiness inside you as he slips almost entirely out of you; until only the blunt tip rests inside you. There’s a look in his eyes, a flash of something determined and almost dangerous, as he adjusts his hips against you. 

There’s no warning as he thrusts all the way back inside, in one long and slick stroke back inside you. Deep and hard. It strikes something absolutely fucking devastating in you until it steals away your breath and makes you cry out. 

“Fuckohfuck, Marc!” 

“That's right, baby.” He leans over with his lips to your ear, voice low and dark and demanding as he rolls his hips, and then grinds deep within you. “Say it again. Who fucks you like this?”

Everything’s sharp and bright inside you; the rush of pleasure that comes with every thrust mind-numbing. You don’t know how Marc expects you to give him an answer; can’t even stutter out the ‘you’ that’s right on the tip of your tongue. Instead all that comes out is a pitiful sob. 

"No? Still not good enough for you?” Marc demands. 

You thought at first, with what little brain power was available to you, that he was jealous, and maybe there’s some of that in there too, but there’s something else. Something almost teasing that makes you think he’s not even all that upset about your mistake. The bastard that he is, he just wants to capitalise on the opportunity to push you to your limit. 

“Our girl is so greedy, isn’t she?” he continues mercilessly, ”Always wanting more. How about—" two hands come to rest on the inside of your thighs, lifting you off the mattress until your legs are hooked over his shoulders as he presses the delicious weight of his body on top of yours, folding you nearly in half. "How about this?"

His voice is pure savage glee, a kid that gets to play and pull apart his toy in whatever manner he wants. Your fingers twist into the sheets, trying to grab on tight because it feels like you are falling off the edge of the very world. Then Marc rolls his hips into you at the devastating new angle and it knocks the breath out of your lungs, tipping you past that very edge. 

It doesn't matter that you're ready to repent. Doesn’t matter that you’re trying to moan your explanation in between insistent, merciless strokes. "That's not— fuck, ooooh shit, Marc, I didn’t mean—"

That man is not letting up, and with how hard you came just mere minutes ago, he's already got you so keyed up that you can feel that all familiar pressure and heat settle against the line of your spine with an alarming speed. 

There’s a brief hesitation in his rhythm, like his concentration was broken for a moment, and you catch him glancing at the mirror. You wonder if Steven's there telling Marc to stop. Steven’s always looking out for you; would do anything for you, and that includes taking care of you in bed. But when you turn your head sideways, the mirror shows you the same perfect reflection of reality it always does. 

If Steven's there, you can't see him. Instead, all you can see is the image of yourself being split open by Marc. How Marc towers over you, with his lean stature. The firm muscles on his back sloping down to the generous curves of his ass like he was a carved marble statue meant to depict the ancient Greek deities themselves. Those thick raven curls furl with heat and sweat against his forehead. He’s so fucking beautiful it’s unfair. 

“You looking for Steven to save you?” Firm fingers grip the edge of your jaw, forcing your gaze back towards Marc. “Well too fucking bad. Steven’s not here. You’re stuck with me.”

Alright, nevermind. Definitely jealous then.

Marc’s next thrust drives a strange squeaking noise from your lungs, and you’d probably be embarrassed if you weren't so far gone. 

"What was that,—” Marc taunts, huffing out a dark laugh between thrusts, “—did you want me—to stop?"

His voice is unbearably smug, and you almost want to tell him to stop just on principle, but fuck that. You don’t want him to stop. Even though it's so fucking much that it borders on the unbearable. You shake your head frantically. You never want him to stop. “That’s what I… thought,” Marc grits out, thrusting hard on the last word.  

He’s driving up against something perfect and molten inside of you, and heat rises up in you like a tide, seething under your skin. You think you might actually be going to come again, but the sensation is immense, nearly unbearable, and you clutch at Marc, whimpering as it threatens to swamp your already overwhelmed and overstimulated system. 

“It’s alright. You’re alright, baby,” he rasps out, not even slowing down. “You can take it, can’t you? Take it for me like a good girl.” Then he tilts your hips up even farther, and that’s it. You’re done. 

Fierce, electric heat explodes outwards, crackling rapturously through your limbs, submerging you entirely until you lose track of reality for a minute. 

When you come back to yourself, Marc is still thrusting into you. The rhythm of it is soothing, drawing out your pleasure in a way you’ve never known before, like you've hit a plateau rather than travelling up and down a mountain. Distantly you note that everything is a slick mess. That you are soaking Marc’s cock with how wet your cunt is for him. You can feel it leaking out of you with every press and retreat of him inside you, dripping down over the curve of your ass onto the bed sheets.

Then, out of nowhere, Marc does stop.  

The sound you make is damn near inhuman. Fuck, why?? Why is he stopping when all you need is more of him? 

Your eyes flutter open to see Marc staring at the mirror, his full attention focused on his reflection. On Steven. 

You don’t know what Steven is saying to him, but whatever it is, has Marc chuckling. 

He turns away from the mirror with a toothy grin full of mischief, and he leans back down towards you, pressing his mouth close so he can whisper in your ear like it's a secret; like Steven can't always hear him no matter how quiet he's being.

“He wants me to fuck you harder. Stretch you all the way open on our cock. Make you come again.”

You have no way of knowing if that’s true or if Marc is just saying that to get a rise out of Steven. You can’t exactly hear Steven’s end of the conversation. But it doesn’t matter, because Marc’s doing it. 

You don’t know if you want to escape the sensation or demand more of it. But you can’t do either. In fact, you seem to have lost control of your body completely. All you can do is shudder and whine under him as Marc follows Steven’s alleged request and pushes himself hard and deep inside of you—oh God, just like that—again and again. 

The pleasure twines and spreads slowly though your heavy limbs until you're completely drunk on the sensation of Marc's cock driving into you. He’s reduced you to a heap of bones, flesh and skin without any sentient thought left in your brain. Until you have lost all other sensation to the point where you almost miss the way that Marc is murmuring a string of filth into your ear. 

“That’s right, baby. You’re not done yet.” 

You can’t look away from him, the way that sweat is dripping down his collarbone, the mesmerising rise and fall of his chest as his breath is rasping in and out of his lungs. 

“Gimme one more,” he says. “You come on my cock one more time, then I’ll fill you up. Make a mess of you, and Steven can clean you up with his tongue.” 

This man is the devil. 

You don’t know what that makes you when you’re so aroused by the picture he’s painting for you. 

You’re exhausted. Every inch of you feels tender. You have been strummed and plucked and pushed over the edge again and again until all of you has become one single raw overwrought nerve. At this point you’re not even sure you’re physically capable of coming again. But still, white heat sparks and cracks and invades your numb limbs until you’re thrumming with it.

He's rutting into you, hips in an uneven jerking place, grinding as if he needs to get deeper, as deep inside you as he can to stake his claim and never leave. And fuck, you wish he could. You want him to fuck you like this forever and never stop.  

Your cunt flutters around the thick girth of him involuntarily, and it does something to Marc too. He gasps and swears, hips stuttering forward into you, and it's almost enough.... almost... almost...

"Marc..." your voice breathy, pleading, barely recognizable to your own ears.

"Fuck," Marc huffs out. His hips stutter in its pace. If you didn’t know any better, from the way he closes his eyes for a brief moment, as if to gather himself, you’d think his trademark control is slipping. But then he seems to rally himself and pulls back, almost all the way out.

You clutch at him. If he stops now, if he dares to deny you, you swear to god, you will actually kill this man, or failing that, die on the spot in protest. Your fingers digging into the firm meat of his shoulders, sobbing his name. You need—more, need everything, need him, need to— 

“Shh,” he hushes you with a soothing coo, comforting fingers brushing back the sweat-slicked hair clinging to your forehead. “I'm right here, baby. Let go, I've got you.”

His tone doesn’t match his actions. Marc thrusts back in, driving so deep you can fucking taste it, and you dimly realize that you're screaming as the pleasure streaks outward, tearing your world apart.

It’s a flickering light that is dimming and finally dies out from the surge of electricity. Your brain completely loses all higher functions and all that is left is the rush of heat that spreads all over you. It pours and pours until you’re lightheaded and the whole room spins with it. Everything feels blissfully tight; too much and just enough. Then you come.

When you open your eyes, you see those gorgeous dark eyes rolling back, baring the long line of his throat and it’s a beautiful fucking sight. The sharp edge of his jaw, pink pouty lips all shiny and slick from you. You swear those thick sweat soaked curls glisten in the dim light. He’s so ridiculously gorgeous, you can hardly believe he is real. 

Marc isn’t far behind you. His cock pulses, spilling warm heat inside of you with a strained moan. Every muscle in him goes rigid against you. 

Then Marc collapses onto you, arms wrapped all around you as he lands on top of you on the bed, his firm weight resting on top of you. Both of you are a boneless and sweaty tangled heap against the mattress. His firm chest is pressed against you, so close the beat of his heart is hammering against your skin. 

In the silence of your bedroom, your harsh, panting breaths echo as if you just finished the most harrowing marathon of your lives. There’s a gentle hand stroking the plane of your back. It’s so gentle, the touch of it so adoring that you’re not sure if it’s Marc or Steven, but you don’t think it matters much at all.  

As you come down, your senses slowly flicker awake. You can feel the soft gentle comfort of a reassuring touch running along your thighs. A warm hand petting you over the wideness of your hip bones, soft stroking caresses to coax you back down from your high. 

Eventually, your breaths slow, and he pushes himself up, and away from your chest with shaky arms, until you can see his soft gorgeous face that is practically glowing as he smiles down at you. Utterly boyish, utterly charming. 

Steven, you realise. Steven’s back…

“You alright there, love? Was Marc too rough?” His thick brows knit together in worry. An expression of guilt bleeding into his handsome face. 

In your exhaustion, you find yourself still breathless as you try to answer him, “Yeah. No, I’m alright,” you pause, and lower your voice, feeling suddenly, inexplicably shy. “I… I liked it."

At your response, that worried expression breaks out into a beaming grin that makes your heart leap and skip several beats with unadulterated fondness. 

“Good. That’s good, yeah.” 

Steven is a fucking sight onto himself. Your eyes trail downwards, from his chest, that’s glistening with sweat down to his torso and— bloody fucking hell. Your eyes widen at the sight. You don’t even know how, but Steven’s already hard again or maybe he just never went down for the count at all. His other hand is fisting his cock, a slick mess of white lines of cum that’s dripping down the aching length of him as it twitches and jumps with undeterred eagerness. 

“Then, um…. Sorry to ask, but do you think…” It’s Steven’s turn to look down bashfully, then back up at you. His cheeks are flushed with a deep pink; hair, a tousled mess with a pleading expression in his eyes, that you cannot possibly turn down.

“Do you think we could go again? …please?”

Dear fucking God, these men. Steven may be all sweet and polite about it, but deep down he’s just as greedy and demanding as Marc. Maybe worse. 

You’re not sure how you’re going to survive these two, but you’re going to enjoy the ride. 

Dedication and Credits:

@krissology for chasing her dreams with such boundless courage and gumption, I'm forever proud to have a friend like her who is so absolutely fucking fierce and fearless. She's one of the most talented writers I've come across and she is publishing her debut novel Forget Me Now, available for pre-order here. Go support this brilliant human being, you won't regret it.

@thirstworldproblemss to my most beloved and brilliant co-writer, who stays up with me all night and all day to prawn like no one has prawn ever before. I never have more fun than when I am in a google doc with you, screaming about the beauty of this man and writing out the exact same suggestions to each other at the same time.

@frannyzooey for succeeding to make me cry on a Tuesday afternoon in the office with her kind words and support. You're someone that I'm endlessly proud to call a friend, for your humour, your kindness and your warmth. You are just one of the best humans and I hope you wake up everyday and know that and if you don't, I will remind you everyday.

[missingartist]

Moonmaiden Part 6

Marc could feel Steven crashing around their head behind the barrier, furious and enraged, throwing himself against his hold every moment he sensed a lapse in Marc’s concentration. Steven’s screams got louder as he loaded their maiden into the car before reentering her flat. He knew exactly what to take in case anyone came looking. Clothing, passport, and purse, throwing out all her perishable foods and leaving a subtle hint about where you were going. It was not too hard to false flight records, and in the attack, her sim card was luckily not damaged. It was all relatively simple, straightforward. No one would come looking; you had a long holiday planned at work and your parent didn’t seem phased because you were not returning home as planned. Part of himself wanted to lash out, angry that your parents didn’t care that you had changed your plans so short of notice, not so much as a call to check. Just a text  ‘Okay, sweetie, have a good time.’ But it made his mission easier.

There were multiple safehouses and bolt holes he had established around England way before Khonsu; he had maintained some of them over the years, not for this exact use, but they would be an excellent temporary base till he, they, had come to an understanding and accepted the new reality of their situation. You would be intelligent and compassionate and would understand; the connection between them could not be explained away; after a while, you would have to give in, and Steven would follow suit.

He was sure of it.

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[missingartist]

Bestie, todays episode…………

I just

Yeah

All i know is pain

WHAT. JUST. HAPPENED. I am on the verge of having a breakdown. Nooooooooo! Just now. How could they! How are you coping

[missingartist]

besties

[missingartist]

Live footage of me sending u good vibes

Also this is my phone lockscreen - i think you’ll like it!

“If you’re not real, then how come i feel this waaaaay, lil babieeees”🎶

Omg this is perfect…….it may not been my lockscreen ❤️

[missingartist]

Hey bestie, just checking in to say i hope you’ve had a great day and if you haven’t - i hope it gets better! Lots of love you fabulous moonbeam🌙✨❤️

Not going to lie I have been better but Wednesday is in sight and then I have a three day weekend to get some serious writing done! And hopefully more Moonbeam ❤️ and a dark Marc fic I have been working secretly on mhahaha. I hope you are having a lovely week my moonlight bestie, if not remember your amazing😍😊