mouthporn.net
#🥺🥺🥺🥺 – @thyla on Tumblr

in the dark there is discovery

@thyla / thyla.tumblr.com

#userkitkat. thirty-two. she/her. edits.
Posts
Avatar
reblogged
Avatar
henderdads

Steve would cry the first time he has sex with Eddie.

He’s used to being the one who takes care of the other person, so when Eddie takes care of him?

Yeah, he’d be a mess.

Avatar
afewproblems

(I hope you're okay with me running away with this a little bit!)

Eddie reaches out to cup Steve's face, to soothe the furrows etched deep across his forehead and between his eyes. He swipes his thumb gently across Steve's cheekbone and freezes when it comes away wet.

Eddie stops moving, his heart racing in his chest as his stomach lurches at the thought that Steve is not having as good a time as he thought.

"Sweetheart, what's wrong," Eddie breathes, trying his best to stop his voice from trembling, "let's stop--"

"No!" Steve gasps, he sniffles and brings his hands away from where they were digging into Eddies shoulders, leaving behind ten half moon crescents indented on his pale skin from blunt nails, "no, I'm sorry, just ignore me".

"Stevie, you're crying," Eddie says softly as Steve wipes his face hurriedly, he blinks up at Eddie with red rimmed eyes. Their faces are still close enough that Eddie can see his lashes have clumped together with tears.

"It's nothing, keep going," Steve clears his throat, a neutral expression takes over his face, the effect of which is ruined by his shining eyes and the tear tracks down his neck and on the pillow behind his head.

They hadn't had a chance to talk about hard limits yet, this was still so new, so delicate.

But this, this was not something Eddie was okay with. Tears of pleasure were one thing, but with how cagey Steve was being, Eddie was certain this was something else.

"Steve, we're stopping," Eddie says firmly.

He pulls out as gently as he can and he sits up on his knees. Eddie takes off the condom with a wince and drops it on the makeshift bedside table --two purple milkcrates stacked on top of one another with a wood board on top, he makes a mental note to throw the condom out later.

Eddie looks up at the sudden movement beside him only to see Steve sitting up on the edge of the bed, his face turned so Eddie can't make out the expression on it.

Steve leans over wordlessly to snatch his clothes from the floor and stands up to pull on his boxes with shaking hands.

"Sweetheart what--"

"Forget it, sorry I freaked you out, let's just forget this happened," Steve says quietly, his face is still turned away but the tremble in his hands begins to travel up and across his body until it becomes a full shiver, he shrugs on his stripped polo shirt with difficulty and leans back down to grab his jeans.

"Hey," Eddie says sharply, irritated at the dismissal, he doesnt miss the flinch from Steve though as he gets up from the bed. Which, fuck, that's not what he meant.

Eddie sighs and grabs his own discarded boxers from the floor and tugs them on before stepping in front of Steve.

"I'm not going to forget this happened, I wanted it to happen, I stopped because I wasn't sure you still wanted it to happen," Eddie says softly, he reaches out to tip up Steve's face to look at him, the tears are back as well as a bright embarrassed flush that blooms over his cheeks and the tips of his ears. Steve tries to duck his face again, but his chin is held firmly in Eddie's fingers.

"It's only fun it we both want it sweetheart, that's why we stopped, that's it," Eddie murmurs softly as he tips his face closer to nuzzle his nose into Steve's own, "so, can we talk about what's got you all upset?"

Steve is quiet for a moment, he chews his lip and sniffs again, laughing this time and Eddie brings his other hand up to gently wipe his tears away from both eyes.

"I did," Steve mumbles, looking Eddie in the eye this time, "want it, I mean, I just, never..."

Eddie nods quietly, encouraging Steve to continue.

"No one has ever taken care of me like that before," Steve whispers, he takes a step closer into Eddies space and sighs as Eddie takes this as permission to move his hands to wrap Steve in a loose hug, just to hold him even closer. Steve tips his head onto Eddie's shoulder, letting his forehead rest in the crook of Eddie's neck.

Steve keeps talking, even as the words are harder to hear from this position, "I don't think I've ever felt as..as uh," Eddie can feel Steve tense in his arms, his pulse jumps beneath his skin, "as loved as you made me feel just now Eds...as you always do".

Eddie swallows roughly and feels a wide smile grow on his face, he holds Steve even tighter in his arms as a giddiness he hasn't felt in a long time bubbles up in his chest.

"You deserve it, love," Eddie whispers as he kisses Steve's temple and holds his breath. He's never used this petname before, but given what Steve said, Eddie's fairly certain it'll be well received.

"Love," Steve hums into Eddies skin as he places a soft kiss to one of the scars on Eddie's throat, "I think I could get used to that".

#🥺🥺🥺🥺#steddie#steddie ficlet
Avatar
reblogged
steddielations
Avatar
loveinhawkins

It’s Dustin who saves Eddie.

He doesn’t try and carry him back to the trailer, nothing like that—if he could manage that on determination alone, then he would, but his throbbing leg has other ideas.

So he stays by Eddie’s side. Throws off his hoodie and starts to rip any piece of his clothing that he can, because he’s come a long way from when he once stuck bandaids on Steve’s beaten up face.

“What… what are you doing?” Eddie says in between gasping breaths.

Dustin would laugh if he wasn’t so scared. “Buying more time,” he echoes. Then he looks Eddie right in the eye and adds, voice wavering, “I’m really fucking sorry in advance.”

He takes a deep breath and presses the material to Eddie’s chest with force.

Eddie screams.

Dustin grits his teeth. Keeps going.

He creates makeshift tourniquets for Eddie’s arms, keeps tearing at his shirt, then takes it off entirely to use as a larger bandage, ignoring the shock of cold against his skin; the only thought in his head is that he has to stop the bleeding.

Eddie’s hand finds his bare shoulder. Squeezes weakly. “Tha’s enough,” he slurs. “D-Dustin, stop.”

And Dustin only does what he says because it doesn’t look like any more blood is soaking through the material. He keeps pressure on the worst of the wounds, tries to keep his elbows locked, as if that will stop his relentless shivering.

And when he looks up, he sees a tear fall from Eddie’s eye, down his temple, into his hair—and Dustin somehow knows that it’s not from pain alone, that Eddie’s crying just because he can see how cold he is.

“M’sorry,” Eddie whispers. “Never meant for… for you to—”

“Shut up,” Dustin says, then hastily amends, “Actually, don’t shut up, just—just stay awake. They’ll be back soon, okay, Steve and Robin and Nancy, and they’ll—”

“Steve,” Eddie agrees. His voice goes up and down, like a little song: “Steve, Steve, Steve.”

“Yeah, he’ll—hey, Eddie, eyes open.”

“Mm-hmm,” Eddie says faintly. “Eyes… oh, forgot to… you were right, H-Henderson, he’s… a badass. S’got pretty eyes, too, like wow. Pretty, pretty…”

#🥺🥺🥺🥺#dustin henderson#steddie#steddie ficlet
You are using an unsupported browser and things might not work as intended. Please make sure you're using the latest version of Chrome, Firefox, Safari, or Edge.
mouthporn.net