run away with me.

a series of nsfw christmas/winter scenarios. happy holidays, baby ! ( for the ones that could go either way, specify which muse is which in the prompt. )

the crazy day seemed to keep getting crazier. between doing a drug deal with chrissy cunningham in the woods of hawkins high to an eleven year old girl being the one to beat the campaign that he’d spent so long planning, and now... well, there was this. he was currently driving his van back to his place with chrissy riding shotgun. even though they seemed to make some progress earlier in the day when they met, she still seemed to be extremely on edge. part of eddie didn’t want to make her uncomfortable by pushing for an explanation since it obviously wasn’t his place, but there was a part of him that felt worried, too. clearly, something was eating her alive from the inside and it was causing her to crumble. she’d jump at the smallest of movements and there was a fear in her eyes at times that didn’t feel directed at him, like she was in a daze, mind far from him. he knew she had to be desperate to come to him for help anyway, right? especially if she felt she needed this so bad that she was willing to let him drive her to his house after dark... alone. they’ve already established that he’s not as scary as she’d probably think, but still... it’s like she didn’t need to think about it with as quickly as she agreed.

it’d be a lie to say he didn’t feel a little embarrassed as they pulled up to the trailer park, though he didn’t make it too obvious. instead, after awkwardly clearing his throat, he says, “so, this is, uh, my castle.” eddie makes his way up the front steps before her so that he can open and hold the door, watching her tightly hug herself as she made her way inside. as soon as he followed behind her, he immediately began picking up trash left on the tables, that embarrassment intensifying a little. “sorry for the mess. uh, maid too the week off.” he wondered if she knew that he felt just as nervous about this as she seemed to. she continued to stand in the one place she settled in as soon as she entered his home, right in the middle of the living room, her hands clasped together in front of her. she kept looking around, shifting, but still mostly frozen. with each second, he felt himself feeling less good about this.

“double a assholes,” she agreed, easily. “you’re the best person i know and i mean that. i’m sorry you have such shitty brothers. and that i can’t kiss you in public.” none of this was fair. sera couldn’t understand, didn’t want to understand why her loving him was such a problem. how painful it all was to have to stand apart from him, to pretend he meant nothing. he meant everything to her. all their little moments got her through it, till they could be here. together again. “i hate it. i do. but, i’d do all of it over again.” as long as it meant she could have him. 

his moan awakens every impulse inside of her, feeling the car stop and her back suddenly against her seat. her thighs wrap around him, feeling the heat curl in her stomach as she feels him press against her. the taste of him against her lips, messy and intense. her whine as he tugs down her sundress, it always made heat descend to her core. made her back arch as his hands grope at her flesh. heated kisses growing deeper as her arms wrap around his neck, fingers tangling into his hair as she tugs him closer to her. heels digging into his back. her tongue teasing at his. she moans as her body writhes feeling his hand cup her soaking wet heat. thighs tightening on him at the sudden friction. his groans made her dizzy and her breathing to shallow. every atom of her needed him. her whimper against him, against his hand still at her breast. tugging softly on his bottom lip. “you look so hot when you drive,” she admits, desperately trying to find friction against his hand. feral. she felt feral. “i couldn’t stop looking at you, couldn’t stop wanting you.” breathless, needy. “i need you to fill me up again.” 

“the best?” he asks, slightly taken by surprise at sera’s words. his face softens, a very small yet genuine smile forming. “you really mean that?” while it’s true that she literally just said that she meant it as she said, the question just kind of slipped right out anyway, like it was difficult for him to believe or process. even though the two of them were always lying to everyone around them, they never lied to each other, so he knew that if she said it, she had to believe it. that made him feel soft and so unbelievably warm and happy to be here with her. she was his escape, and he needed her as often as he can possibly have her.

“i bet it would have.” eden teased, “you can take bullets and knives and arrows, but asking for some help. that’s what does it, huh.” her laugh echoed through the bathroom, she didn’t really mind though. how stubborn he could be. how he never loses his fight. she found it all quite endearing. comforting. she’d be more worried if he complied too much. 

his soft huffs bring her comfort too, a deeply familiar sound. she liked to think of it as a second language, knowing what his different huffs mean. this particular one was one of her favorites. being with joel has been the safest she’s ever felt, didn’t know how relaxing it could be to feel protected and watched out for. to know someone always has your back. he gave her relief. that in itself was a miracle. baby girl. please just let me melt on him now. “our job.” she corrected. “to look out for each other. complain all you want, i’ll just have to find new and creative ways to make you happy.” how could he look so hot yet be saying such soft things. “i’m the grateful one. i appreciate everything you do, always.” flashes of her tearing out the jugular of the hunter who had shot him ran through her mind, blood covering her fur. no one fucked with her mate. “taking care of you is in my blood too. and i’m sure me playing nurse has it’s benefits.”

she loves feeling him lean into her, giving into her touch. for such a big strong shifter to surrender to her. another way he opened up to her, without saying a single thing. the air was colder in the bathroom compared to their body heat, though the steam beginning to wave off the water was helping. moving into the water with a relieved sigh. her soft giggle at his response, feeling his presence seconds later. feeling his arm tug her closer. the hot water beating down on her their skin. the gasp that escapes her as all the nerve endings in her body jolt, melting back against him. wrapped in his scent and his body. his beautiful body. the throb she felt between her thighs intensified. “were you hoping for something more?” of course she had something more in mind. her fingers wrapped around his forearm, pulling his hand up to cup her breast. the soft moan as his fingers brushed her nipple. her body was so attuned to him. she ached to be closer. 

“let me show you how grateful i am.” she murmurs, pushing her ass against him. her legs spreading instinctually. “i want you to use me till you feel better.” grinding her hips back, slow and sensual. caring. feeling his dick slide between her thighs as she moaned. her voice strains softly. “however you need me, sir.” her smirk lighting up her face. 

“that’s exactly right. that’s the final nail in the coffin, askin’ for some help,” he jokes along with her, a subtle half-grin appearing. hearing her laugh made joel happier in more ways than he thinks she’ll ever know. it was healing, comforting, and one of the prettiest sounds he’s ever heard. truth be told, hearing her laugh is probably one of the many reasons that he ended up falling for her.

as soon as she responded with ‘our job’, joel was reminded of yet another reason that he had fallen for her. eden always made it her goal to ensure that he was aware that he was as valuable to her and she was to him. most times, he didn’t really feel that he deserved as much, yet maybe it’s that reason that made it so much more important. it wasn’t like she ignored his flaws and wrongdoings, but she loved him in spite of them. besides, they were alike in a lot of ways, too. she was probably the single person that understood him the most. “not like you need new and creative ways to make me happy, you know you make me plenty happy even when you’re just stood next to me, existing.” his grin softens a little and he lets out a soft chuckle. “yeah, it does have its benefits. back when we first met, i had no idea that you were the nurturing type.”

his smile shifts to a more playful, mischievous one as soon as he’s tugging her closer, reveling in her warmth as her skin pressed against his. this was always going to be one of his favorite places to be. it wasn’t too difficult to ignore the stinging of the wound on his shoulder as the water wash over him, making it easy for him to not react. instead, he closes his eyes, draws in a breath, and laughs really close to eden’s ear. “mmm, yeah, you could say that.”

while the flash of his smile did make something flutter inside of her it did little to convince her that he was okay. “rhys, don’t. don’t apologize for things that are not your fault.” she let out a soft sigh of her own this time, voice growing quieter. affectionate. “i don’t like it either. it’s so unnatural for me to stay away from you, to not go to you for comfort. but, i know you would stand up for me. i know it kills you like it kills me when we can hardly look at each other. but, you.” pausing, feeling him. “this. it’s worth everything. so they can say whatever they want about me, but it doesn’t change anything.” she tried not to think about what would happen if they found her in his bed, if they saw how clearly she loved their brother. the horror. 

sera caught his eyes drinking in her legs, watched as his tongue darted out. that definitely helped to get her mind off all the stress in their day to day life. she felt him tense against the cold, her sweet smile turned smirk at his gasp. the grin that grew on his face, it made her so happy when he grinned at her. she lived for it. and, goddess, his laugh? to die for. her heart felt full and heat rippled through her. only this time, it wasn’t the temperature. it wasn’t magic. it was rhys, squeezing at her thigh, teasing. “we’re almost there though,” she stated, sharply inhaling as his fingers inched higher. truly, she’d been thinking about him all day. in her dreams last night after he’d snuck out of her room. had felt her body weaken as his fingers brushed her in the hall. “i do want to get there, it’s been so hot today.” but, as she spoke her fingers sunk lower down his stomach. brushing over his jeans. “then again, the lake isn’t going anywhere.” she moved closer, nose nuzzling his neck. firmly pressing against the hardening length of him this time. sparks of magic thrumming through her.  “mm, pull over.” she whimpers, eyebrows furrowing together as she laughs. too wound up and frustrated to be apart from him any longer. “i want you to touch me, rhys. feel how wet i am because of you.”

“i’ve been apologizing for my brothers for as long as i can remember, it’s kind of become second nature by this point. i’m sure you’ve noticed that they’re grade a assholes, and me, being a good person and whatnot, then has to try to make it all better somehow.” but, truthfully, he knew that sera had a point. even so, he couldn’t stop himself from feeling guilt every once in a while. after all, she meant so much to him and all he wanted was to keep her safe and happy. pretending like he wasn’t madly in love with her was agonizing. he couldn’t help himself at times and he’d brush his fingers against hers as he walks by, or winks when he’s sure no one else is looking. then, as soon as he could slip away, he’d always sneak his way right back to her, needing to be taken into her arms and embraced, or to feel the way her lips molded to his when they’d kiss.