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Just Thinkin’ About You

Masterlist | Eddie Munson Masterlist | Corroded Coffin Masterlist

Eddie Munson x GN!Reader, some Gareth Emerson x GN!Reader Comfort

This fic is for: the twelve days of promptmas event by @littlexdeaths ; the prompt is a bonus prompt “I'll be so blue, just thinking about you...” this idea came to me and I’m just, I’m sorry..

Warnings: Fluff, Mentions of Eddie's death, Gareth comforting the Reader, Sadness I am sorry, Drinking, gn!reader (some mentions of jewelry but I think that’s all that could be considered ‘gender specific’), no use of pronouns

Synopsis: Christmas used to be your favorite holiday. But now it will never be the same without Eddie by your side.

Word Count: 2.9k

December 24, 1983

“Eddie,” you smiled, shaking your head as you followed him through the hall of his trailer to his bedroom. “I thought we agreed on no Christmas presents,” you added, smiling at your boyfriend of two months.

“You might have agreed to no Christmas presents, but that doesn’t mean that I did,” Eddie smiled, walking into his bedroom. You followed after him, rolling your eyes playfully as you sat on his bed.

“You can’t give me a present if I didn’t get you one,” you argued. He grabbed a box from his desk and turned around, smiling at you.

“I can and I will, you don’t need to give me anything, baby,” he said, placing the poorly wrapped box on your lap. Spots of cardboard were poking out underneath the blue colored wrapping paper that was covered in white snowflakes.

“Eddie, I just... it doesn’t feel right taking a gift from you and not giving you one back,” you sighed, looking at the box before you looked up and met his eyes.

“Baby, please,” he begged, sitting down next to you on his bed. “Just open it, I don’t need anything for Christmas; I have you. And, having you here with me tonight is enough of a gift for me.”

You sighed, knowing that you were fighting a losing battle. You slowly began to tear off the wrapping paper, looking down at the box on your lap. You opened the cardboard box and looked inside, smiling to yourself.

You picked up the white teddy bear that wore a small Hellfire shirt on and held it in your hands, looking at it. You turned it over in your hands a couple times before you looked up at Eddie with a raised eyebrow. "What's this?" You asked, smiling at him.

"A teddy bear, look! It looks just like me!" He smiled back, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. "Now you can always cuddle with me, even if I'm not there with you at night!" You smiled, leaning up to kiss his cheek softly.

"Thanks, Eddie," you giggled, pulling the teddy bear close to your chest. “This teddy bear might be better at cuddling than you are,” you teased, receiving a pout back from him.

“Want to test that theory?” He asked, pulling you closer to his body.

December 24, 1984

“What do you mean there’s two parts to this present?” You asked, looking at Eddie with a raised eyebrow as he placed a gift on your lap.

“I mean, there’s two parts to this present,” Eddie repeated, looking at you with a nod. “Open that, and then I’ll show you the second part.”

You looked down at the box on your lap, running your fingers over the wrapping paper. Blue with snowflakes; the same wrapping paper Eddie had used last year for your teddy bear.

You tore the paper off of the box, lifting the lid gently and you looked in it. On top of some red tissue paper sat a picture frame… a picture frame with a piece of notebook paper in it framed neatly.

“You’re the sun to my moon.

The light of my life.

When you walk in the room, all eyes are always on you.

You can turn any darkness into light.

Because, baby, you’re the sun to my moon.”

Eddie’s sloppy handwriting looked absolutely gorgeous as it sat perched in the black picture frame perfectly. It was as if it was meant to be there on display. You ran your fingers over the glass gently, looking up at Eddie with a confused look.

“What’s this?” You asked, watching him move around his room towards his guitars.

“A song,” he simply replied, grabbing his acoustic guitar. He turned back towards you and pulled up his chair, sitting in it. “A song that I wrote for you, baby,” he added, getting the guitar to sit on his lap comfortably.

“You… you wrote me a song?” You asked, looking back at the picture frame that was sitting in your lap.

“Yeah, I did,” Eddie nodded, smiling softly at your reaction. “And, part two is me playing it for you,” he added, strumming his guitar strings to ensure that they were in tune.

“No,” you said softly, looking at him as you shook your head. “You’re not going to play it for me..”

“Yes, I am,” he replied, nodding again as he began to strum at the strings more rapidly, ignoring your words as he began singing to you softly.

You sat there in awe, watching your boyfriend sing the song he had written for you with so much passion. Your eyes watered slightly, watching him do something he loved… for someone he loved.

“You’re the sun to my moon, the light of my life. When you walk in a room, all eyes are always on you; you can turn any darkness into light. Because, baby, you’re the sun to my moon.” Eddie sang, looking at you as he continued to strum away on his guitar.

You couldn’t control the tears that were falling, smiling as you watched Eddie play and sing. When he was done you stood up, setting the picture frame on the bed as you walked towards him. You leaned in and kissed his lips gently, smiling into the kiss.

“I love you, Eddie,” you said as you parted from the kiss. He smiled up at you.

“I love you too, baby. You’re the sun to my moon; I’ll love you forever and always. You bring so much light into my life... I don't know where I would be without you."

December 24, 1985

"Eddie, where are we going?" You asked as he pulled you towards the back door of Gareth's house.

"Outside," Eddie replied, smiling as he tugged you out the door into the snow covered backyard.

"But, honey, it's absolutely freezing outside..." you whined, shivering instantly as the cold air hit your body.

“Relax,” he said, smiling as he pulled you closer to him on the back porch of Gareth’s house. “I just, I wanted to give you your gift but I didn’t want to do it in front of everyone,” he added, motioning towards the house where your friends were all inside drinking eggnog and exchanging gifts along with laughs.

“Why not?” You asked, looking up at him as you wrapped your arms around his torso. You clung to him gently, feeling the heat radiating off of his body in the cold of the night.

“Because, this one is special and I didn’t want any of the boys to laugh,” he admitted, looking down at you. He moved his left hand to the pocket of his leather jacket before he pulled out a small box.

He handed you the small box and you smiled when you saw the wrapping paper. Blue with white snowflakes. You took the small box in your hands gently, unwrapping it carefully.

“Blue with snowflakes, huh?” You asked, looking at the same wrapping paper Eddie had used the two years before. Twice in a row is a coincidence, but three times? That seems like it was on purpose, as if Eddie had a method to his madness.

“Yeah, it was one of my favorites when I first bought it and now I think I need to wrap every single Christmas present I give you in this paper for the rest of my life,” he smiled, nodding towards the box in your hands. “Open it.”

You opened the box itself, revealing a silver sun pendant hanging on a beautiful silver chain.

“You got me a necklace?” You asked, smiling at the necklace. You moved it around slowly, watching it shimmer and shine in the moonlight.

“Yeah, remember the song I wrote you last year?” He asked, you nodded, looking up at him.

“Yes, of course, the lyrics you hand wrote are framed by my bed.” You replied, softly.

“Right,” he nodded, blushing softly. He cleared his throat and looked up at the sky before he looked back at you. “Well, I wrote how you’re the sun to my moon… so, it just… seemed fitting to get you a necklace with a sun,” he added, smiling nervously.

You looked up at Eddie and smiled more, literally, you were smiling so hard it felt like your face hurt. Or, maybe it was because it was so cold you couldn’t feel it anymore. Either way, you smiled at your boyfriend and wrapped your arms around him, hugging him tightly.

“Eddie,” you said, sighing into his neck. “I love it,” you added, looking up at him. He smiled, wrapping his arms around you as he kissed your head softly.

“You sure about that, baby?” He asked, looking at you.

“Absolutely,” you responded, quickly. You leaned in and left a soft kiss on his lips. “I love it and I love you.”

“I love you too,” Eddie smiled, kissing you again.

“Come back inside, you two; it’s freezing out there!” You heard Gareth yell from inside the house through the door. “And, gross. Get a room,” he teased, winking at you both.

You looked back at Gareth and shook your head, looking back up at Eddie. You leaned in and kissed his lips one more time before you pulled him back inside into the warm house.

December 24, 1986

You sat on the couch at Gareth's house, sipping on your spiked eggnog. The rest of the Hellfire club moved around the living room, laughing at the small television as A Christmas Story played in the background.

You held the mug of spiked eggnog in your left hand, periodically sipping it as your eyes moved around the room to your friends. They all looked so cheerful, so happy, as they exchanged gifts and laughs with each other.

It was almost as if none of them were affected by the fact that the room had one less person in it. One less Hellfire member, one less friend, one less person that you loved...

A sigh escaped your lips as your right hand moved up to your neck, playing with the small silver sun pendant that sat perfectly on the silver chain.

The sun necklace Eddie had given you as a gift last Christmas; the third Christmas you had spent together in a relationship. You ran your fingers over the sun pendant again and again, your eyes moving down to the mug of eggnog in your hands.

You didn't even like eggnog, truly. You just wanted something, anything, to drink pain away; something to try to fill the hole in your heart that had been there since March of 1986.

Normally, this is when Eddie would look up at you from the floor in front of the television. He'd lay on his back and look up at you, classic grin on his lips as he wiggled his eyebrows, looking at the mug in your hand. "What're you drinking, sweetcheeks?" He'd ask, watching as a blush would appear on your cheeks, giggling at the nickname he used for you.

But not this year.

Instead, Dustin and Mike were sprawled out on the floor where Eddie usually sat playing a game of Battleships. The two bickered back and forth, accusing the other of cheating whenever they landed on a spot that held a ship.

You took a big gulp of your eggnog, finishing it all in one go before you stood up from your spot on the couch and made your way to the kitchen.

Gareth stood in the kitchen, laughing and talking with Jeff. When they heard footsteps, they looked up and smiled at you. “Hey,” Gareth said softly, your name rolling off his lips in the same breath. “How’re you… holding up?” He added, wanting to show his care for you as a friend but also not wanting to overstep your emotions and boundaries.

“Hm?” You hummed, looking up at him as you grabbed some more eggnog. “Oh, I’m doing fine, thanks,” you nodded, lying through your teeth as you sipped more of the eggnog. You reached for the bottle of rum that sat on the counter and poured it into your mug, adding a bit more holiday spirit.

Taking another sip, you made a face before your eyes met Gareth and Jeff again, a slightly concerned look on their faces. Jeff and Gareth exchanged looks before Jeff grabbed his drink and nodded, “sorry, I’ve got next game at Battleships,” he mumbled before turning on his heels and walking back towards the living room.

Gareth watched as Jeff walked away before he looked up at you. He grabbed his cup of eggnog, looking around the kitchen before his eyes made their way back to you; you stood there in the kitchen, leaning against the counter as you stared into the mug, watching the bubbles move around the rim of the mug as you swirled it gently. Your other hand found its way to your necklace, playing with the sun pendant again.

This really had become a bad habit for you. Shutting yourself out and being alone with your thoughts about Eddie. It’s not that your friends didn’t help you, in fact, it was quite the opposite. They did everything in their power to help you through your emotions and thoughts.

Staying with you constantly, always trying to keep you engaged in any activity, always asking you to tag along with them even if it was just a quick trip to the record store. You loved your friends, you really did; and you know that you would be lost without them.

But, as much as you loved them they just… weren’t Eddie.

And, no one really talks about how it feels to lose the person you truly loved more than anything in the world. Nothing can prepare you for that heartbreak; and it is something you wouldn’t wish upon your worst enemy.

Gareth said your name softly, snapping you out of your thoughts. You looked up at him and hummed, your fingers still working on your necklace.

“I have something for you,” Gareth added softly, walking towards the stairs. “Follow me.”

You looked at him a bit confused but followed him nonetheless. As you ascended the stairs to his bedroom, you looked at the pictures that hung on the wall. A nervous habit of yours was always to look at your surroundings, studying every detail of everything around you.

You stepped into Gareth’s room, watching as he walked towards his closet. He opened the door and dug around for a bit, grabbing a small box that was wrapped in light blue wrapping paper with snowflakes on it… the same wrapping paper that Eddie had always used for your Christmas presents. He turned around and walked towards you, handing you the box.

You took it in your hand, examining it as you set your mug down on his dresser. You turned the box over in your hands multiple times, looking at the gift tag on the top.

It was addressed to you, from the Hellfire Boys.

You looked back up at Gareth and raised an eyebrow slightly, shaking your head. “You didn’t have to get me anything,” you said softly, trying to hand the box back to him.

“I know that,” Gareth replied, nodding back at you. “But, collectively, we wanted to. It’s from Grant, Jeff and I. We know how much you miss Eddie; hell, we all miss him. But, while we lost our friend, you lost your boyfriend.” He added, pushing the box back into your hands. “Please, just, open it,” he said softly.

You sniffled a little, already feeling the tears form in your eyes as you looked back down at the wrapped box. You lifted the paper up gently, careful not to tear it as you unwrapped the small box. You opened it carefully, a pair of silver sun earrings looking back at you.

You couldn’t help it at this point, tears were actively streaming down your face as you looked from the earrings to Gareth and back to the earrings. Not only had the boys picked out jewelry for you, but they picked out earrings that matched the necklace Eddie had given you a year before perfectly.

“What,” you started, wiping your eyes as you closed the box, looking at Gareth. “Why?” You asked softly, stepping towards him. You hated crying in front of him, and anyone for that matter, but you couldn’t help it at this point. “You didn’t have to do this,” you said softly, looking up at him through tears.

“Yeah, we know,” he said softly, wrapping his arms around you gently as you continued to cry softly. “But, we wanted to. You deserve the best in the world, and I’m so sorry that you’ve lost so much. We know how much you love that necklace because Eddie gave it to you, and so, we figured we’d get you something to match it so you always have an excuse to wear the necklace.” He added, rubbing his hands up and down your back gently as you buried your face into his chest softly.

“Thank you,” you mumbled, sniffling as you looked up at him. “You guys have been some of my best friends because of Eddie and… I don’t know where I would be without you,” you admitted softly.

“Hey, don’t mention it,” Gareth said softly, pulling you a little closer to his chest. “Once a Hellfire member, always a Hellfire member,” he mumbled against your hair.

#eddie i miss you 😭💔#eddie munson loml

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exquisiteserotonin · 13 days ago

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Feels Like the First Time

Pairing: Eric AQPDO x Female!Reader

Rating: E is for Explicit - 18+ only 🔞MDNI🔞

Word Count: 2935 | Read on AO3

Summary: You've lost count of the days you've found sanctuary on this island, away from the Death Angels. As you tend to your garden, your neighbor, Eric, offers to help and you end up spending some quality time together.

Warnings: Oral (Male and Female receiving), P in V (unprotected but come on wrap it up! this is a fantasy), Creampie, Fluff, Eric being sweet, sweet, puppy dog eyes Eric, Love at the end of the world sort of shit.

A/N: There's not one Joe character that I don't adore. I really wanted to try my hand at writing a different Joe character as I have been churning out the Johnny fics as of late. I really wanted to write something that great amounts of sweet and spicy together. I hope you enjoy it. It is great writing practice for me to write for a variety of characters, with very different characterizations and feelings. This was not Beta read, but would love to connect with those who are willing. Once again, please enjoy, share, reblog, comment, and love---it really means a lot. Enjoy after the jump.

Divider by @cursed-carmine

The sun beams flutter through the shutters on your windows, little particles of dust dancing in them. You could almost feel the fresh air coming as the warmth of the rays beckoned you outside to tend to your garden. As you grabbed your hose to water the variety of vegetables you cultivated, you felt a twinge of guilt and confusion. How could you just immerse yourself in such a mundane and calming activity with everything else going on out in the world?

It seemed like yesterday that by some stroke of divine intervention you made it to the barge to get away from those things that came to earth. And now you’re here on this island, alive, with a home, and safe. It didn’t seem fair. As you begin to spray water into your raised garden beds, your neighbor Eric waves at you from the unassuming, yet charming porch. Both words, ironically, could be used to describe him. The smile he offered to you today and everyday was genuine and warm like the sun that he squinted away from to protect his brown eyes.

You waved back, silently cursing yourself for remembering what color his eyes were. Sometimes, maybe, your gaze lingered on him a little too long. You couldn’t help it though, you reminded yourself. He was objectively handsome, with his soft curls and something about his mouth that made you wonder what it would be like to kiss him.

“It looks like you’ve got some things to harvest,” he said, gesturing towards your garden.

You swallowed air down your throat and felt your face get hot. You hoped that he didn’t notice how long you kept your eyes on him.

“Would you like some help?”

A kindness always floated around him like an invisible holy light, one that seemed to emanate from the depths of his brown eyes. But in your quiet observation of him, you noticed a certain sadness that lived there too.

“Of course,” you replied, waving for him to come over.

Together you sift through the lush green leaves of your vegetables finding several tomatoes, cucumbers, and zucchini. He handled each plant and each vegetable with the gentlest of touches. You can’t help but keep your eyes on him as he searches through the leaves the greatest care, marveling at the sheer amount ready to harvest.

“Look at how big these got!” He exclaimed, a light chuckle drifting from the back of his throat.

“I know, I’m shocked—I didn’t think I had a green thumb,” you sighed with pride as he handed you a few of the cucumbers and zucchinis.

“It’s therapeutic, gardening,” he added, his eyes shining with serenity.

“It’s amazing how something as simple as this,” your hands gesture towards your garden, towards Eric as you softly squeeze the vegetables in your arms, “makes it feel like everything is…normal.”

“I had a small herb garden I kept at my window in my flat in the city,” he said and then took a deep pause, “it helped sometimes when days were…difficult.”

Eric bowed his head in silence and turned his eyes to look off into the distance. He continued to gather a few of the ripe tomatoes. His silence seemed to pound in your own chest, intensifying the longer it went on. You wondered if you had said something to offend him.

“Shall we bring these inside?” He asked, tilting his head towards your door.

You nodded and walked ahead of him. He followed you inside and set the tomatoes on the clean kitchen counter by the sink. Proud of your harvest you immediately began washing one of your cucumbers like it was a prize winning one. Eric stood at your kitchen counter quietly observing you as cut the vegetable into small medallions.

As you popped one in your mouth, you felt your eyes widen, as the sweet freshness hit your tongue.

“Oh, my goodness you have to try this, Eric,” you said, your pride buzzing inside you, “it’s so good!”

You walked over to him, feeling as excited as a child on Christmas day, with a circle of the vegetable in your hand. Without thinking, you bring the vegetable to his mouth which he graciously takes.

The feeling of his soft lips on your fingers and twenty-twenty hindsight made your cheeks heat up and blush at your action.

“I’m so sorry,” you stammered, “that was very forward of me.”

“No, don’t be sorry,” his voice came out as soft and gentle whisper.

He was so close to you and the only thing you could do, the only thing that seemed right to do was to look into his big, brown eyes that shined with the sunlight that filtered in through your window. You allowed your eyes to move down to his lips that glistened from the water of the fresh cucumber you popped into his mouth.

Your head, your body, and your heart, together, urged you to step closer to him. The moment your hands touched his face and traced a line from his forehead to his jaw, he leaned into your touch and closed his eyes. He let his face lean in further where you cupped his face, like it was the place of rest he’d been waiting for, for so long.

“I’m going to kiss you,” you said, every move he made told you that he needed to hear and see the words leave your lips.

“Ok,” he nodded in confirmation and invitation before you leaned in and pressed your lips to his.

You started gently at first, allowing yourself to feel how pillowy soft his lips were against yours. You gave yourself permission to act on urges you hadn’t felt in so long. Pressing your body to his. Roaming your hands through his soft, brunette curls. Letting your tongue lightly explore the surface of his lips before he let go and finally lets you in.

And as you let go, you felt the tension melt away from his body. He let out a deep exhale as he fell further and further into your embrace. You pulled him as close as his body could be to yours, your hands roaming up and down his back while you grew breathless with each deep and increasingly messy kiss.

Little whimpers that turned into rough, raspy groans fell from Eric’s lips. And as he rolled his pelvis against yours, you felt his manhood reaching for you through his pants. Desperate to feel more, your hands traveled down to his ass, pulling him in closer to feel him throbbing against you.

“To the bedroom?” You ask when you finally came up for air.

“Ye---yeah. Yes.” He replied in an enthusiastic stupor.

You took his hand, intertwining your fingers in his as you led him to your room. You saw the apprehension in his eyes as you pushed him back to sit on your bed. His eyes stayed glued to you as you undressed before him to your bra and panties. You stepped towards him with dainty footsteps until you stood in between his legs that are spread so wide that it gave you a better view of how his cock was straining against his pants. He drank all of you in with his beautiful brown eyes and his breath hitched at the sight of you.

“I’m sorry---it’s been a while,” Eric said, his voice quivered with a touch of embarrassment.

“It’s alright,” you assured him as you thread your fingers through his hair. “Just touch me.”

You saw courage build in him as soon as his hands gripped your legs, massaging up the backs of your thighs until they found rest at your ass. Your pussy throbbed and clenched with each knead and squeeze he made with his hands. He pulled you close, so close that his lips found the waist band of your low-rise panties and you trembled and tingled, feeling how wet you were becoming.

The confidence in his hands grew as he traveled up your back where they deftly unhooked the back of your bra, pulling it off you strap by strap. He never once broke eye contact as he threw your bra to the floor.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmurs, his big eyes wide, expectant, and in awe of you.

Returning the favor, you assisted him in pulling his t-shirt over his head. It was your turn to look at him in awe of his lean but muscular frame. He followed the lead of your every moment as you pressed gently at his shoulder, a cue for him to scoot back all the way on your bed. You crawled to him as he rested his back against the headboard. You straddled him, feeling his erection beneath his pants as you rolled your pelvis over him before planting another kiss on his ruddy, pink lips. You arched your back, bringing your bare chest close to him. He read and responded to every move, first putting his hands on your chest massaging them before he wrapped his arms around your waist. Moans and whimpers escaped you as his lips left wet kisses on your neck and chest before he began worshipping each of your nipples with his beautiful mouth.

“Take off your pants,” you stated, lifting yourself from his lap. You licked your lips, unashamed at how desperation infused itself in every word you spoke.

He obliged, leaving you to gasp at his size. Long, the perfect girth: not too thick, definitely not thin, and uncut. You took his cock in your hand, rubbing up and down, feeling the smallest bit of precum beading at the tip.

“I just want to make you feel good, Eric,” you told him as a labored moan escaped from his lips.

“Y--you are,” he moaned as you continued to move your hand up and down his cock. “Fuck.”

You crawled your way to his legs, settling between them until you were kneeling at the altar that was cock. Without hesitation, you put your mouth on him, licking up and down at first while he shuddered at your work. Desperate to taste all of him, you took him in your mouth while your free hand massaged his balls. His moans grew louder and louder as you took him deep into your throat before you found the perfect up and down tempo of your mouth on his cock. You switched to paying special attention to the head of his cock, your tongue swirling around it in tight circles before taking quick and shallow sucks that had his legs and his entire body beginning to shake beneath you.

“St--stop, shit,” he gasped, “don’t want to come yet.”

You sat up and brushed away the hair that had fallen into your face.

“Come here,” he said, his voice raspy and low but still filled with the same gentle, kindness that always stayed with him.

You cuddled up to him and let him take the lead. His fingers pushed a strand of hair behind your ears before he pulled you in for a deep kiss while simultaneously bringing you down to the bed. He nuzzled his face deep into your neck, first nibbling at your ears, until he moved down to kiss and suck the space between your neck collar bone. With your eyes closed, you prepared yourself for what was to come as his lips moved lower and lower until you felt him kiss and nibble at the thin fabric that separated your pussy from his mouth.

“Eric, please,” you whine as you buck your pelvis towards him.

“It’s been some time,” he whispers, his breath hot on your pussy.

“I just need your mouth on me, please,” you begged, wiggling your hips in agony.

He moved with unexpected speed, pulling your panties off your legs, replacing them with his mouth. It had been so long. So, so long. And you knew it was the same for him. The first few licks he took at your center were timid. But your moans, whimpers encouraged him to take deeper, broader strokes. Every other thought left your brain as he began to pull in your folds with a few sucks of his full lips before he pressed firm, deep strokes of his tongue through your folds. His rhythm changed, like a long drum solo, his tongue moving fast, and then slow, and then fast again until paid special attention to your clit. Flicking at it, circling it, sucking it, and flicking at it again. He pushed his face in deeper until his worship of every curve of your pussy had you screaming, writhing, and crying beneath him.

“Kiss me!” You cried out and he listened, kissing up your torso, your chest, your neck until they found the destination that is your lips. You could still taste your sweetness on him as his tongue played with yours.

You stared at each, breaths coming out in near gasps in anticipation of what you both know is coming next. The way he gripped your face until his hand found a secure place behind your neck hypnotized you. He lowered you to the bed and found his rightful place on top of you. He pressed his body onto you before licking, kissing, nibbling, and sucking on your neck.

“This almost, almost, feels like the first time,” he said, his breath hot as he growled into your ear.

The way his legs deftly pushed yours apart like it was muscle memory showed you it was most certainly not his first time. The beating of your heart was so strong for him that you swore you could hear it pumping in your ears.

“I don’t have anything—,” he whispered with labored breaths.

“It’s OK, just—just pull out when you finish,” you said softly, knowing that plan might not be fool proof.

He nodded, taking a deep breath as he lined himself up at your entrance. He pushed himself agonizingly slow and you gasped at the feeling of him moving further through your folds.

“Ohmygod,” your words ran together as you adjusted to his size, well aware of how you were throbbing around his cock.

“My god, you’re so tight,” he groaned as he slowly began to find his rhythm.

His hips moved against yours like a wave crashing into the shore. You opened your eyes wide at first, your mouth dropping open with each slow and sensual thrust, each one more forceful than the last.

“Fuck—E-Eric!” You moaned, finding a grip at the defined muscles of his shoulders.

The angle he found was somehow so perfect that as he slid in and out of you, each ridge of his cock coaxed and excited every nerve of your clit before the tip of it drove into the deepest part of your pussy. You could already feel how your entire body began to quiver and shake. You wrapped your legs tight around him, pulling him closer to you. His beautiful face greeted you with his eyes opened wide but still focused on you. You took it into your hands pulling him in for the deepest kiss, your tongues dancing together as each thrust of his cock became more desperate with each passing second. Each groan, moan, and whimper that fell from his lips joined yours, like a duet written just for the two of you.

All the signs that you were both close to your climax approached quickly: breaths growing faster and faster, his thrusts getting harder, messier, and more desperate, your moans and prayers of his name leaving your lips like they are the only sounds and words you have. His body began to shake and the way his arms enveloped you in the tightest most desperate embrace called you to wrap your arms around him.

“I’m gonna…I’m gonna come,” he said, like he was uttering a vow.

There wouldn’t be enough time for him to pull out

“It’s ok,” you managed between the loudest cries of ecstasy, “you can come inside me.”

Your consent was like an incantation encouraging his body to succumb to you. And you were filled with the warmth of him with the most powerful of thrusts that had you shouting a string of “oh god’s and Eric’s” as you came with him.

He held onto you so tightly, collapsing onto your body after his orgasm. You didn’t let go of each other as you reveled in the warmth you had created together, listening to softest melodies of your breaths as you came down from the best high you’d felt in forever. He peppered gentle kisses on your forehead, your cheeks, your nose, and finally your lips before he pulled out of you with a breathy and raspy moan. The cum that filled you dripped from your sensitive center and you nuzzled into him. The best feeling in the world.

You danced your fingers on his chest, which he quickly intertwined in his own.

“You’re right, it really did almost feel like the first time,” you hummed, your eyes heavy with bliss.

“Well, I certainly hope it won’t be the last,” he added as he caressed your arm.

You looked up at him to see his brown eyes glistening with a glow-filled joy. The happiness that lived there built a foundation of hope in your heart and you couldn’t help but smile.

“I think we can arrange that….neighbor,” you teased and noticed a different, more naughty glint shine in his eyes.

“Oh, I think we’re way past that,” he mused with a low chuckle before wrapping his arms around you in the safest embrace.

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