#the edible is kicking in I’m scared

[mint-chocolate-flakes]

NSFW ART, SORT OF!!! 👇👇👇👇👇👇👇

My first ever nsfw sort of thing omg the edible is kicking in, phat phat phat get pregnant, top Elphaba in act 2 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

[snazum]

obligatory sorry ive been gone (i dont care im usually not active anyways n no one cares- AKA: I want to share shit cause I can >:D)

I have been working on costume stuff, commission work (can’t share sorz) and! Drawing twitch streamers… Mainly just watching them actually. I’ll see if i can dig up any drawings i’ve done but probably not lol

excited to share my medigun when its finished tho >:3

EDIT: I’ve also been playing a shit ton of deep rock galatic

[sleepyhoon]

TWO MOONS - L.HS

pairing. plug!heeseung x reader

genre. smut, 18+ content, one shot, drabble. MDNI!

word count. 4k+

warnings. drug & alcohol consumption, partying, swearing, sex while intoxicated, short smut [ dry humping, multiple orgasms, oral (f. receiving), fingering ]

synopsis. based off of this hard thought! plug!heeseung who likes you so much that he's convinced himself that you're kinda evil.

a/n. sorry this took so long lol hope u enjoy regardless :) no part 2 so plss dont request it but maybe some drabbles!! also not fully proofread so pls disregard any typos or grammatical errors hehe

Never in his life did Heeseung predict he’d be getting bitched around by a girl arguably much shorter, physically weaker, and far less intimidating than him. And yet here he was, shirtless in his kitchen at two in the morning on his third attempt of baking edibles all because you were too scared to smoke a little weed. 

Fucking ridiculous.

It’s his own fault, really, he should’ve known that innocent, good girl persona you put on was all an act you use to control people – specifically men. Stirring the dessert batter in the mixing bowl, Heeseung shakes his head at the memory of you tilting your head and batting your eyelashes at him as you spoke, your perfectly manicured nails – that you probably got some desperate bitchboy to pay for – tracing and lightly scratching his bicep.

“So,” you started, dragging out the ‘o’, “how much do you charge for edibles?”

Heeseung shakes his head, tracing the rim of his half-empty red solo cup as he responds, “Edibles aren’t my forte. You don’t smoke?”

“Not my forte,” you say in a mocking tone, making Heeseung chuckle. “It’s just too much, you know? The smell, how quick it kicks in…not for me. But, uh, if you don’t make them I’ll stop wasting your time, then.” You give Heeseung a friendly pat on the shoulder before turning on your heels, fully prepared to disappear back into the party and find someone who actually meets your needs.

“Wait!” Heeseung stops you, tugging on your arm until you’re back to facing him. He can’t fucking believe this bullshit manipulation tactic you’re using on him is actually working, he’s literally pulling on your arm like a child so you won’t leave him.

You raise a brow at him as you wait for Heeseung to continue, taking note of his sudden nervousness, “Yeah?”

“Uh…are you into, like, brownies? Or…”

The smirk you gave in response said enough, you’ve got him exactly where you want him.

He’d spent the next few hours browsing the aisles of Target, checking his phone every so often and checking off each ingredient as he tossed them into the bright red shopping cart. To make matters worse, you hadn’t even requested normal brownies, you wanted some shit he’d hardly ever heard of before: blondies. 

It was bad enough that Heeseung already couldn’t bake for shit, and here you were demanding he’d make something he’d never even tasted before; you really are a master manipulator.

His third and final attempt at baking the blondies were a success, his three roommates taste-testing the fresh batch as a final confirmation.

“I can’t even taste it,” Jake says, his brows shooting up in delight, “you sure you’re not forgetting the main ingredient?”

“That’s the whole point,” Heeseung explains, cutting the remaining batch into neat squares, “YN doesn’t want the taste to be too strong, she likes when it’s more subtle and takes awhile to kick in.”

“Are you her wife or her plug?” Sunghoon jokes from his spot on the couch, taking a small bite of his own blondie.

“Neither,” Jay inserts himself into the conversation, taking a seat next to Sunghoon, “I’m sure he wants to be both, though.”

“Fuck off,” Heeseung snaps, momentarily narrowing his eyes at his roommates. “We just met, I’m just trying to get to know her.” He sets the knife down, reaching into the wooden cabinet to retrieve ziplock bags.

“You’re already her bitch, what else is there to know?” Sunghoon half-jokes, resting his feet on the ottoman.

“I am not her bitch.”

He totally is, if the way he’s hurrying to send you a picture of the freshly made blondies is anything to go by.

Heeseung * 2:47 AM

[Attachment: 1 Image] Yooo

YN * 9:06 AM

omggggg  ur the fucking best how much??

You didn’t respond until the following morning, causing Heeseung to nearly jump out of his skin once he woke up to your texts. He turns on his side, elbow propped up against the mattress as he formulates a response.

Heeseung * 10:31 AM

1 for 10 or 2 for 15. venmo or cashapp But lmk if you want more 

YN * 10:40 AM

no cash? :(

Heeseung’s about to go on a long winded explanation about how money transferring apps are quicker and more convenient than accepting cash when you interrupt him by sending a photo.

YN * 10:41 AM 

[Attachment: 1 Image] plsssss i don’t trust cashapp and ive been having issues w my venmo acc :(

It’s a photo of the bottom half of your face, lips formed into a cute pout with your camera angled low enough to show off your cleavage. You weren’t even trying to be discreet, setting your forearm underneath your chest to make your boobs sit higher, the cheetah print material of your bra peeking out from under your too-small tank top.

Heeseung swallows hard, staring down at the photo with his pupils blown wide as his trembling fingers type out a response.

Heeseung * 10:50 AM

Actually you know what don’t even worry about it lmao Consider it a gift When r u free for pickup Or i can bring to u Either or is fine lol

YN * 10:59 AM

omg :o are u sure?  don’t want u to lose out on money >.<

Heeseung * 11:11 AM

It’s fine dw about me baby U picking up? Or want me to drop off On campus is too risky

YN * 11:12 AM

thank u hee!!!!!!! im done with classes around 4:30 i’ll pick up around then if that works also u responded at 11:11…angel number u must be my angel :o

There you go again with your subtle manipulation tactics that Heeseung swears won’t work on him. If there really is angel out of the two of you, it definitely wouldn’t be you, but Heeseung’s not too sure he’d be considered one either. After all, in the twelve minutes it took him to respond to your message, he spent ten of them fucking into his fist as he stared at the photo you sent.

His mind conjured up countless scenarios; leaving hickeys and bite marks across your chest, slipping his dick between your tits as you held them together for him, cumming all over them, fucking anything. Desperate wasn’t even the word.

Heeseung * 11:13 AM

Must be :)

After a month and a half of being your personal baker slash bitchboy, Heeseung really is convinced that you’re using him, yet he doesn’t seem to mind. If anything he’s grateful, fully aware that if it weren’t for him being your plug, the two of you likely never would’ve crossed paths despite attending the same universities.

There wasn’t an ounce of school spirit in his body, so he had little to no urgency to attend any of the sporting events you cheered at or one of the many school-sponsored events you were required to attend. Meeting you at that party not too long ago had been his first encounter with you ever, and you clearly left him with a great first impression on him.

Since that night, he’s found himself conjuring up a new batch of edibles for you every week; brownies, cupcakes, cereal bars, whatever the fuck you wanted, and half the time he’d do it for free if it meant he got to give it to you in person.

He still hasn’t convinced you to actually smoke, though, but maybe it’s for the best. The mere thought of getting high with you and how you’d stare him down with half-lidded eyes was enough to make his dick hard — in fact, it already has. Several times.

Enough time has passed to the point where it’s obvious to everyone, yourself included, that Heeseung has genuine feelings for you that go beyond a physical and sexual attraction. Sure, he’s still convinced that you’re a little bit evil and definitely manipulative, but he considers it part of the fun. He’s also deluded himself into having the “I can fix her” mindset that he’s been using to justify his actions of ignoring your red flags.

However, even if he can’t “fix” you, it wouldn’t be a huge loss. Red is his favorite color, after all.

“You sound…crazy, and she sounds crazier,” Jake leans against the kitchen counter, raising a concerned brow at Heeseung as he takes a sip of his drink.

“I’m not crazy,” Heeseung corrects, “and YN is…I don’t know, honestly. Leave her alone, dipshit.”

Jake throws a hand up in defense, glaring when a fellow partygoer accidentally bumps into him, nearly causing him to spill his drink. “Rather be a dipshit than a bitchboy.” He mutters loud enough for Heeseung to hear before groaning, “Wow, speak of the devil.”

Heeseung turns, following Jake’s line of sight until he spots you walking through the front door. Stunning as always, your khaki mini skirt and black halter top fitting as if they were custom designed for you and only you.

Despite extending you an invitation to Sunghoon’s birthday party, Heeseung was fairly certain you wouldn’t show up tonight, assuming you’d be consumed with cheer practice or one of your many extracurricular activities to attend. Yet, here you were, a wicked grin on your face as you made eye contact with Heeseung.

He gulps in return, eyes wide as he watches you walk over to him and Jake.

You stand beside Heeseung, shooting him a quick smile before directing your attention to Jake, “Sunghoon! Happy birthday, king!”

Jake side-eyes you, briefly glancing at Heeseung before responding, “I’m not…you know what? Nevermind, thanks.” He takes this as an opportunity to exit the conversation, giving Heeseung a light pat on the shoulder as he leaves.

“Didn’t think you’d be here.” Heeseung comments, leaning against the kitchen countertop.

You shrug, “Wasn’t doing anything else, figured it wouldn’t hurt to stop by for a little. Besides, I wanted to see you.”

“Yeah?” Heeseung asks, tongue darting out to lick his lips.

“Yeah,” you respond, taking a step closer and resting your hand on his bicep, “got anything for me?”

Fuck, Heeseung knew he should’ve made another batch of brownies or some shit. He seriously hadn’t been expecting you to show up tonight, otherwise he would’ve been prepared.

He shakes his head, “Not this time, you should’ve told me you were coming; I would’ve made something.”

You groan, momentarily tilting your head back, “I just wanted to surprise you.”

“Consider me surprised,” his hand lands on your waist, pulling your body until your flush against him, “why won’t you just smoke with me?”

You grimace, shaking your head in response.

Heeseung rolls his eyes, “Just once? I know your first time wasn’t that great, but, I really think you’d like it if you tried again.”

“I don’t know, Hee…”

“Tell you what,” Heeseung starts, clearing his throat, “smoke with me just this once, and your next few purchases are on me.”

It isn’t much of an offer considering most of the shit he gave you was either free or already extremely discounted, but your eyes light up regardless. “Really?”

Heeseung nods, “I swear.”

You think it over for a moment, the pros instantly outweigh the cons and lead you to accept Heeseung’s desperate offer. 

A few minutes later, you find yourself in a comfortable lounge chair with Heeseung in his backyard, grateful that the remaining partygoers opted to stay indoors, giving you privacy and alone time with him.

You’re sitting sideways on his lap, trying your best to ignore the feeling of his dick pressing right against your ass, neatly rolled blunt in one hand as he uses the other to fish a lighter from his pocket. “You’re nervous,” he comments.

You shake your head, “I’m not.”

“You are, I feel you shaking.”

“I’m fine, just kinda cold. Go on.”

Heeseung studies you for a moment, eye contact strong and intimidating as ever as he brings the blunt to his parted lips. You watch carefully as he brings the lighter towards the tip, focusing entirely too much on the concentrated look on his face as he lights it. Slowly, he begins to rotate it as the end continues to burn, taking a few small puffs here and there.

Satisfied with his creation, Heeseung takes a long, slow drag, inhaling the smoke into his lungs before titling his head away to exhale.

“Your turn,” he says, offering you the blunt.

You hesitantly stare down at it before accepting; it was intimidating to say the least, the scent alone strong enough to make your head hurt. Heeseung watches you patiently, eyes darting between your lips and the blunt in silence.

Deciding you need a little bit of encouragement, he brings his thumb to your lips, parting them slightly as his free-hand wraps around your wrist, “You’ll be fine, trust me.” 

Under the guidance of his calloused hand, you finally bring the blunt up to your lips and briefly inhale before immediately exhaling.

Heeseung chuckles, shaking his head, “How’d that feel?”

You ponder for a moment, passing the blunt back to Heeseung, “I don’t feel anything. Literally nothing.”

“I mean, yeah, you didn’t even inhale it.”

You roll your eyes, “Why are there so many steps? This is why I prefer edibles.”

“I’m just showing you that you have other options, babe.”

“Yeah, well I’m sticking to my baked goods. You can have the rest of that, I don’t want anymore.”

Heeseung’s well aware that you’re a woman of your word, and the chances of you ever smoking again were a definite zero, so trying to get you to change your mind was pointless. However, there is one thing that may just work on you.

“Mind if I try something?”

You perk up, “Try what?”

“I do all the work but you still get high.”

You raise a brow, “That’s possible?”

He nods, “All you’d have to do is take deep breaths.”

Taking a deep breath, you accept Heeseung’s offer with a sigh, resting a hand on his shoulder as you adjust yourself on his lap. “Fine.”

Here goes nothing.

He guides the blunt back to his lips, taking a long drag as he holds the smoke in his mouth. He tilts his head upward towards you, taking your chin in his hand, signaling for you to part your lips. You follow his command and part your lips open, just enough for Heeseung to close the distance and allow the smoke into your mouth, his lips barely brushing against yours in the process.

You take in a deep breath, eyes closed shut and inhale the smoke, careful not to exhale too quickly and have a repeat of your previous attempt.

“How was that?” Heeseung asks, taking note of your sudden silence.

Truthfully, it wasn’t bad. The smell is still too strong for your liking and requires much more effort than biting off a piece of dessert and calling it a day, but it wasn’t bad. You’re certain that Heeseung shotgunning it into your mouth only added to the experience.

“Not bad,” you admit, “probably because you did all the work.”

He chuckles at that, “I’ll always take care of you, remember that.”

Heeseung is having the time of his life, thoroughly convinced that he finally has some power over you. Here you were sitting on his lap in his backyard letting him blow smoke into your mouth. Sure, it may have taken a lot of convincing and begging on his end to get to this point, but none of that matters; baby steps are still movement.

As if the night couldn’t have gotten any better, you’re asking Heeseung to shotgun more smoke into your mouth over and over. He’s careful to maintain a calm and nonchalant demeanor as he does so, not wanting to come off as too eager out of fear of scaring you away. Or even worse, giving you back that power you have over him.

On the fifth time, you swipe your tongue across Heeseung’s bottom lip when he passes the smoke into your mouth, a low groan escaping from him in the process. He’s fully hard in his jeans by now, and there’s no way you can’t feel his dick pressing right into you. Despite the cold weather, your entire body feels warm all over, Heeseung only adding to the pleasure.

You should’ve taken Heeseung a bit more seriously when he said you’d still get high from this; after a few minutes, your limbs were already starting to feel lighter and weaker. A delicate, cloud-like haze fills your head; your vision blurs slightly and it takes a few minutes for you to fully relax.

Heeseung, attentive as ever, remains silent and still has he watches you; primarily due to the fact that you squirming around on his lap is only adding to the uncomfortable tightness in his jeans. One wrong move, and he’d surely be cumming in his boxers.

You rest your forehead against Heeseung, pressing a firm hand against his chest when he moves to blow more smoke into your mouth. He hums, staring up at with a concerned look on his face.

You close your eyes, mumbling, “Heeseung…”

He hums again in response, still holding the smoke in his mouth.

You open your eyes briefly before closing them again, balling up the collar of his shirt in your fist as you lean down to press your lips against his. He opens his mouth on instinct, as if it were a second nature, parting his lips slightly and exhaling the smoke into your mouth once again.

Heeseung absentmindedly sets the blunt down, his hands moving to your waist to pull you closer to him until your tits are pressed right up against his chest. He groans into your mouth at the feelings, tilting his head to allow himself further into your mouth. 

You cup his face in your hands, hips moving forward as you slowly begin to grind yourself against him. “Fuck,” he moans in a low voice, “keep doing that.”

You grind down harsher this time, capturing his moan in your mouth in the process. With each movement of your hips, a shiver descends down your spine at the friction; Heeseung is painfully hard, and from what you could feel, he was definitely packing. Bigger than what you would’ve expected.

It all feels too good; you grinding against him, the state of his high, your tongue in his mouth. It’s all so overwhelmingly euphoric that Heeseung hardly realizes how close he is to literally cumming in his boxers.

His body was always overly sensitive whenever he got high, and often avoided any sort of intimacy that involved another person due to how embarrassingly quick he would finish, and tonight doesn't seem to be any different. What makes matters worse is the fact that Heeseung was already desperately attracted to you and had been dreaming of this moment since he’d first met you.

He pulls away quickly, cursing under his breath, “YN, h-hold on,” he stutters, “slow down, please.”

You don’t listen; in fact, you can barely even hear him with how caught up you were in your own head. “Hmm? Say that again?”

“S-slow – ah, fuck – slow down for a sec, baby.”

His grip on your waist tightens, and despite the urgency in his tone of wanting you to slow down, he makes no effort to still your hips move you off of him. Fuck it, it is what it is.

“Why?” You question, tilting your head, but you’re a few seconds too late.

Heeseung’s entire body shivers, hips jolting upwards as he comes on himself, making a mess of his boxers. While that alone was definitely embarrassing, Heeseung is more annoyed over the fact that you’ve regained your power over him. His priorities were definitely fucked, but he didn’t even care; he could clean himself up later, but the damage to his ego would take longer to repair.

Your hands fly to your mouth in shock, eyes widening as you process what’s just happened, “Oh, Heeseung…” you mumble into the palm of your hands.

He throws his head back, eyes squeezed shut as he runs a hand down his face, “You’ve gotta be fuckin’ kidding.”

“It’s okay! It happens! No big deal!” You try to reassure him, but it goes in one ear and out the other.

Sure it happens and maybe it isn’t a big deal, but it is for Heeseung. He’s not the type to bust a nut over someone squirming around in his lap for ten minutes, this shit was fucking insanity.

“I’m seriously not like this, I’m just overly-sensitive when I’m high. I swear, I-”

“It’s fine, Heeseung,” you interrupt, standing from his lap, “if anything, I’m flattered! Why don’t you, uh, get cleaned up and I’ll see you later?”

“YN, come on, don’t do this.” He pleads, following you and you make your way towards the sliding door. 

“I told you, it’s fine! I’m not like,” you pause, opening the door with a loud grunt, “mad or weirded out or anything.”

You slip back into the living room, Heeseung hot on your tail with every step. “Let me make it up to you!”

You sigh, “Honestly, I don’t think you have it in you to do that right now.”

“I do! Just let me, please.”

“Heeseung, please drop it. I said it’s fine.”

“It’s not fine, at least let me eat you out or something!”

“Heeseung!” Your eyes widen at his lewd, shameless offer, “Lower your voice! We’re in a fucking party surrounded by people!”

He smacks his teeth, “I don’t care. Please, YN.”

“You don’t have to make it up to me, you do not owe me anything.”

A beat of silence passes, then he says, “Then do it for me. Please.”

Even though Heeseung was the one literally begging to go down for you, there is a possibility of him having some sort of power over you; or maybe you just have a soft spot for him. Either way, you end up lying in his bed twenty minutes later, skirt bunched up around your waist as Heeseung’s wet tongue circles your clit, desperate attempt at coaxing a second orgasm from you.

He hadn’t even realized he’d grown hard again just from eating you out, and would likely end up cuuming in his boxers again just from doing this.

“Fuck,” he moans into your folds, pulling away slightly to pepper kisses on your inner thighs, “been waiting so fucking long for this.”

“Yeah?” You question, your grip on Heeseung’s hair tightening.

This earns a low groan from him as he nods against your skin, “You have no idea.”

Deciding he’s spent enough time away from your cunt, his lips make their way back onto you; his tongue falls flat against you, dragging your wetness upwards towards your swollen clit before wrapping his lips around the sensitive bud.

Your body shivers, a beam of sweat dripping down your forehead as your second orgasm approaches. You’ve been eaten out before, countless times, but never like this. It was almost as if Heeseung was doing it for his own pleasure rather than your.

He teases your entrance with his finger before sliding two of them in with ease, curling them upwards and immediately hitting the spot you needed him the most.

“H-Heeseung…hold on…”

He hums, but he’s not really listening, too occupied with kitten-licking your clit and pumping his fingers in and out of you. The knot in your stomach finally snaps and you’re gushing against his hands and mouth, Heeseung only takes this as a sign to continue lapping at your cunt. You have to literally grab him by the hair and drag him away from you.

He stares up at you, pupils blown wide and his chin coated in your juices, but he definitely looks happy. “What?” he asks.

You struggle to catch your breath, “You’re hard again?”

He looks down at his crotch momentarily before shrugging, “I guess.”

“You…don’t you wanna do something about that?”

His eyes flash down to your cunt for a split second, “It can wait.”

You scoff, “Well, I need a minute.”

Heeseung nods in agreement, impatiently drumming his fingers on his bed as you flop against his mattress. “Ready?” He asks once a minute has passed.

“No.”

He sighs, then sighs again, and again and again until you let out a frustrated groan. “Go get me a glass of fucking water.”

“Okay!” He shouts while standing, exiting the bedroom in a hurry. Maybe you really do treat him like a bitchboy, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

[floral-hex]

would you party with me?

[stevenose]

Yes. Yes we can talk abt high steve. I think it’s like this.

taking an edible w steve always starts so giggly and then at the 30min mark he’s capital h Horny. ur joking abt something so inconsequential w him and suddenly he’s like “haha you know what’s really funny. i wont u…”

and you indulge him, let him paw at you and blab nonstop about how good you feel, and you only laugh a little when he acts like your tits are the most mind-blowing thing he’s ever seen, and just when he gets his mouth on you is when YOUR high hits. and you’re sitting there, feeling like everything around you is melting except for him, feeling both so in love and so carnal while he fucks you, and cums, and then keeps going because he’s Insane. and he doesn’t stop talking the whole goddamn time because he’s INSANE.

this took me a while to reply to bc i had to put my phone down and walk away…

it’s cute to think abt being best friends and you KNOW if you both get high with each other you’re going to fool around. but you never acknowledge it. it’s this unspoken thing.

so you’re both stressed out and decide to take an edible. sitting real close to each other on the couch while a random movie plays. you’re trying to pay attention - honestly. you both are at first, giggling, slowly getting higher and higher.

“think it’s kicking in,” he says, sinking into the cushions. his eyes are hooded. you’re pretty sure his high started a while ago and this is just the only time he’s verbalized it.

“you okay?”

“uh-huh.” his head lulls to the side. “you?”

“mhm.”

“you with me?”

“mhm,” you repeat.

you stare at each other for a long while. steve’s cheeks flush.

he giggles. you giggle. and then both of you burst into a fit of them, laughing beyond the point of being able to breathe, feeling exhausted and restless.

it happens out of nowhere, as usual. steve’s mouth is on yours quickly, hands enveloping your cheeks. he holds you so you don’t move away - as if you would. your hands curl into his hair and you sigh, relaxed, high becoming heady.

a hand moves down to your chest, big and warm as it grips your breast. you groan, leaning into him further. he gasps as he pulls away, looking fucked out, eyes red and hardly open.

“need you,” he moans, his fingers tweaking your nipple. “c’mere.”

you’re sat on his lap now, his hard-on pressing into your core. you wish you weren’t wearing sweatpants. wanna feel his cock, feel it throb against your cunt. and you know it’ll get there, but you’re impatient. steve’s moaning like a whore below you, hands exploring every single inch of you. groping your ass, your thighs, his lips trailing down your neck.

“keep - keep doin’ that,” he begs, fucking his hips up into you. “feels so good, you’re so good to me.”

“steve.” you’re breathless. you can feel your heart beating so hard and heavy it almost scares you. you’re hyper sensitive, needy, grinding harder.

“tits,” he gasps. “need your tits, baby, they’re so fuckin’ pretty.”

you laugh at first, but it’s really not funny when his lips wrap around a nipple. you’re whining like a whore now, so desperate for him, for anything he’ll give you.

you’re really fucked up now, too. finally on his level, and all you can think about is him. everything is purely carnal. you’re hardly even thinking.

“leave hickeys,” you moan. “please, wanna remember.”

he sucks love bites eagerly into the plushness of your breasts.

“oh,” he whispers, “need to feel you, please?”

when you’re both bare and you’re sinking down on him, your favorite steve comes out - chatty, pussy drunk, touchy steve. hands moving everywhere again, five new hickeys on your body. he talks to you in between each.

“pussy - this pussy is made for me, huh? like we’re meant to be. perfect fit.”

you wouldn’t exactly call it that. he’s so big you feel like you’re splitting open. the high soothes the pain, feeling fuzzy rather than sharp.

“uh-huh,” you say anyway.

“i’m gonna cum. gonna cum in this tight — shit — mmmph —“

“yes,” you gasp, hips rocking. you’re both moving slow even though everything feels like it’s moving fast. “yes, steve, feels so good when - i love it when you -“

you shudder. you can’t even get the words out.

“say it,” he grits. “quick, i’m close.”

your stomach flips violently, clit pulsing. his thumb lazily flicks against it.

“love it when you cum in me.”

he plants his feet and fucks into you, rough and sloppy, making you fold into him. you bury your head into his shoulder and wail.

“my best friend,” he grits. “fuckin’ love you.”

you press open mouthed kisses to his skin. “i love you. oh my god, i love you, please cum.”

his grunts and groans are pornographic, unloading into you, so warm. feels so good when you’re high - spreads the bliss through your body. you cum a moment later, just from the feeling of his balls pressed against your ass, his thumb still swiping.

but he doesn’t stop. you squeak, a little sore, a little overstimulated.

“steve -!”

“i know,” he groans, continuing to fuck you. he’s breathless, so goddamn hot with his messy hair and dark eyes. “i’m sorry, i can’t stop, y’feel so goddamn good i just - i can’t - need more, please?”

“okay,” you breathe.

he sighs. “my good girl.”

[cameronspecial]

Can i request a Rafe x pogue! Reader of reader probably ignoring all his calls and texts and he shows uo at her house and ahe gets nervous because everyone can see his truck parked outside her house and she's rushing him inside the house

I Want To Be With You

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Pogue!Reader

Warnings: Underage Marijuana Use

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.7K

Rafe is probably the most surprised that he is dating a Pogue, but how could he not fall for Y/N when she is the only one who could see the full potential in him? He also never thought he would be needy for her either. “Come on, Baby. Why aren’t you answering your phone?” he groans into his phone as he is sent to voicemail again. His fingers go back to sending texts asking what she wants to do tonight. They all go unanswered. 

———

Y/N’s knee bounces as she stares at the buzzing phone on her coffee table. Thankfully, Kie, JJ, John B and Sarah are all too high to notice and Pope is too focused on his book to notice either. She really wishes she could get high with them to help ease the stress of keeping her relationship a secret, but she knows Rafe would get jealous of her using someone else’s stash. She couldn’t answer his calls because she wouldn’t be able to hide her excitement from them and it would warrant questions. Any attempt at getting them to leave has not worked. “You guys, my parents are going to be here any moment and they would kill us if they find you high,” she tries to scare them. 

However, their attention is focused on something outside the window. Sarah’s eyes narrow at the car, “Is that my brother’s car?” Y/N scrambles off of the couch and joins them. Of course, it is his truck. He’s about three hours too early, yet, it really doesn’t surprise her that he is. He always gets worried when she doesn’t answer and when he is worried, he gets clingy. “Uhh, no. That’s my neighbour’s truck. They have very similar license plates. I actually need to put the garbage out, so I’m going to go do that. I made brownies. Go eat them in the kitchen,” she excuses, running outside and sneaking to the passenger side of Rafe’s truck. 

She pops up from her crouched position, knocking on the glass to ask him to roll it down. “You haven’t been answering my calls, Baby,”  he pouts. He moves himself over the centre console so he is sitting in the passenger seat. He gives her a kiss on the lips. She shakes her head, “Because I’m currently hanging out with your sister and all of our friends.” “You spend all your time with them. What about me?” he whines, placing his head on her neck.

“I’m supposed to hang out with you at seven, Rafey. You are about three hours early.”

“Well, like I said, you weren’t answering my call. I thought you were hurt so I HAD to be early, so let me just turn my engine off and we can go inside to cuddle.”

“You know you can’t. Everyone is still inside. Why don’t you go get some snacks for tonight and come back?” 

The childish frown he gives her makes her sigh. She knows he is going to throw a tantrum if he isn’t in her warm embrace any time soon. “Okay, you can come in, but through my window. Let me go inside and distract everyone then I’ll open the window for you,” she proposes. His mouth turns into a massive grin, “My second favourite way to get into your house. You promise to cuddle once we are inside?” “Yes, you just have to wait until I chase the others out.” Y/N makes her way back inside to the kitchen. The empty tray of brownies disappoints her when she remembers that she could convince Rafe to make some with her. Maybe they could bake it into an edible. “Oh, no. All the brownies are gone, guess you have to go now. Remember, let Pope drive and don’t talk to your parents,” she chases her friends out of the kitchen and house. 

Once the door is locked up, she heads to her bedroom window. However, she is surprised to find Rafe already in her room on her bed. “How did you get in?” she pounders, kicking her shoes off to lie down beside him. His arms quickly engulf her in a hug, “When it comes to being with you, a locked window isn’t going to get in my way. I couldn’t wait to be with you.”

“God, you are so clingy. You couldn't even wait five minutes to be with me.”

“I am. And proud of it. You are the only person I ever want to be with.”

[mikeyyyssgf]

invasion (18+!!!!!!!!!)

THIS SHIT FOR FEMALESSSSS NO MEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!! amber freeman x fem reader

contains: dub-con, non-con, simultaneous orgasm, stabbing, gun, home invasion, attempted murder, oral, fingering, weed mentions, bone breaking, physical assault, biting, hickeys, choking, slapping, hair pulling word count: 2504

your mom left you home alone again. it really felt like she didnt give a fuck about you, but whatever. you had different plans tonight anyways.

sitting alone in your room, you begin to thumb your pocket, searching for the gummies your coworker ash gave you a few days ago. you were waiting for your mom to leave bc she lowkey scared you.

the edible kicked in crazy fast. maybe you didnt have much of a tolerance, you smoked here and there but nothing like this.

hyperfocused on your computer, texting some of your online friends, playing your favorite games, listening to music. you were super calm, but also exhausted.

a few hours later, you trudge over to your bed, feet dragging. making you stumble a bit.

suddenly your phone flashes.

hey

you dont recognize the phone number

hello?

who is this, im sorry i dont have your number saved.

oh sorry hun, its ash.

how are u feeling?

ohh om im snowy

snow

sort

sorry

omg

sounds like youre feeling pretty good.

its bedtime lmao.

nooo dont go

im so bored

wyd?

about to sheep

slkepp

omg

sleep

see im tired

hmm.

not convinced.

asshhh babe come on

hmm. i like that name.

lol good night ash

dont be like that.

you know i like you.

woah. you werent expecting this.

i like you too ash.

but can we please talk tomorrow?

the phone flashes nonstop.

no. i need you now.

i really miss you

i wish we worked together more

whenever youre not there i think about you so much

y/n?

dont be a bitch.

asshh please. i can barely keep my eyes open.

ash youre scaring me

its okay to be scared.

so why didnt you message me earlier if you actually like me?

suddenly, the realization hits. yeah you always liked ash, but you never gave her your phone number

ash. i never gave you my number?

ash?

she types for a straight minute.

the bubble appears, disappears, comes back over and over.

honestly? i went into the office and looked for you on the roster.

im sorry.

a white hot anger washes over you. thats such a violation of privacy. and totally against the rules.

ash thats not ok. you couldve just asked.

how else was i supposed to?

y/n

dont fucking ignore me.

cmon.

you know you need me.

the minute i laid my eyes on you.

you were mine.

ash i9m blocking you

this whole convo made you sick to your stomach. you hover over hte block button.

i wouldn’t do that.

you don’t listen. you block the number anyways.

your phone begins to ring. you reject every call.

another text.

your phone rings again and again. that’s about the time you decide to completely shut off the phone.

that bought you about 5 mins of silence. then the landline rings again. and again. and again.

you run up to the phone line; screaming,

i’m about to call the fucking police. go away.

a distorted voice comes through the speaker

you have a lot of nerve don’t you?

ignoring my texts

ignoring my calls

trying to block me

you’re being a selfish fucking bitc.

check your phone.

no fuck you

check your fucking phone bitch.

go to hell.

you’re about to be there.

last chance. check your texts.

what could they possibly have sent you?

i’m not fucking looking ash. i don’t care.

this isn’t ash.

look at what i sent you.

your hands shake as you pull out your phone

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ash really shouldnt leave her doors open. unlocked

please!! dont hurt her!!

you plead and plead, but it doesnt matter. they continue to drill into you.

three questions. you call the cops she dies, you answer wrong she dies.

when was the first stab movie released?

i- uhm-

you pull your phone out, desperately googling

1997!

what are the stab movies bsaed off of?

i know this one!! its inspired by the woodsborow murders.

good! correct.

who is the killer in stab 1?

its- its stu macher!

oh im afraid thats not correct. looks like ash has to die.

fuck.

you hang up the phone, fumbling with the phone while your hands shake.

dial tone.

you grab your cell phone

no signal

you whisper to yourself "fuck fuck this cant be real"

the neighbors! youre hoping they can help you. you didnt have ashs number but you did have managers

you rush to your door, trying to get it open. it wont budge. it takes you a minute. its stuck.

you pull and pull and pull

suddenly, the door swings open, knocking you over.

you attempt to scoot away. screaming in an attempt to draw attention to you.

a masked figure appears from behind the door, fully open.

you move crawl backwards, back to the ground. you attempt to turn over, but they grab your leg. their grip is painful, you go to kick them but theyre too strong. you try to use your other leg to kick them.

they turn you over, shoving your leg behind the door, putting it between you and the opening. they slam the door on your leg.

you scream so loud your throat starts to hurt. yorue starting to lose your voice.

they pull you towards them, they pick you up by your hair, stabbing you in the stomach.

they throw you against the ground, turning you over and stabbing you 3 more times.

STOP PLEASE

you raise your hand up defensively, they stab through your hand. you try to scream but nothing will come out. you used up all of your voice.

straddling your waist, they wrap their hands around your neck. they pull themselves closer, pushing down harder.

you go to grab their arms, blood dripping from your hands. staining their costume.

get your fucking hands off me

they remove a hand from your neck, grabbing your wrist and slamming it down against the floor with a thud and a loud crack.

close your eyes.

afraid of what they'll do, you close your eyes quickly. tears are streaming down your throat as you sob and hyperventilate.

they turn you around, picking you up by your hair. you feel a cold metal against your temples as they press you against their chest. they pull themselves to your ear, panting loudly through the mask.

lets go to your room bitch

stand up

slow.

you begin to stand up, moving as slow as possible.

they take you to your room. this is someone who knows you.

they push you against your bed, pointing the gun towards you.

your heart thuds in your chest, fearing the worst.

and the worst happens.

undress.

your hands shake violently as you fumble with the buttons on your jeans with one hand.

the blood from your hands cover your jeans. your hands slip.

need help?

shit you really are super high huh?

you hang your head, nodding slowly.

they make their way towards you, stuffing the gun into their back pocket.

they pull off your shirt, then your pants, then your underwear.

are you seriously not wearing a bra?

youre such a whore

dont worry i'll take good care of you.

they get on top of you again, running their gloves hands down your body.

the leather makes you flinch, tears are still streaming down your face.

they wipe your tears with their gloved hand, running it down your cheek gently, then to your chin, then wrap their hand around your neck.

keep your eyes closed.

you close your eyes tightly. trying to lean back into your high. the adrenaline had lessened it, but it was still there.

you hear them rip your shirt. they wrap the part of it around your eyes, pulling tightly.

they pull off the gloves, placing it to the side. then they put their rings on your nightstand.

their cold hands grab your hips, then slowly run up your body, glazing the stab wound. then they reach your nipples, squeezing and rubbing them.

be good for me baby

understood?

they press their lips against you, their kiss is rough. they sink their teeth into your lips, leaving marks. they turn your head to the side slowly. they move their lips to your neck, sucking dark spots, biting you hard.

you move slightly, they slap you hard in the face. then they intertwine their fingers in your hair, pulling back roughly.

the tug stings, sending shivers down your body. the pain radiates, but its clear theyre enjoying this.

they let go of your hair, you can hear them rustling in their pocket. you gulp as they press the gun against your temples again.

they run their free hand down your stomach, pushing into your stab wound. you can hear them panting and moaning softly, clearly excited about the pain theyre causing you.

they pull you close again, kissing you roughly and passionately.

they move their hand further down, lightly touching your thigh. this makes you shiver and move uncontrollably. you start breathing heavy, feeling yourself get aroused. honestly, you got pretty horny when you were high. you might as well enjoy this.

they graze your clit, rubbing it slowly. your breath hitches, you start whimpering.

you sound so fucking good. shit.

they graze over your entrance, youre soaked.

don’t worry. the safety is on.

they sink their fingers into you, pushing on your g spot slowly. your breathing gets more erratic, more shaky.

for the first time since this started, you start to speak

f-fuck oh my oh- my god.

you needed this didnt you? to be hurt, then fucked really good?

youre too focused on your pleasure to answer.

they push the gun against your temples

answer me. im not gonna sit here and talk to a wall. youre useless, but not that useless.

dont worry though. i'll give you a fucking purpose.

ive needed it for so long. fuck.

i wanna see who you are.

i'll let you do whatever you want to me. forever.

hmm.

its better like this.

lets make a deal.

after you’ve cum for me, you can see me

once your cum for me, you’ll see me

you nod your head quickly

i want you to use me.

say youre mine.

im yours.

thats right.

you were mine the minute i laid eyes on you

they continue to thrust back and forth, causing you to squirm.

hmm.

youre so desperate.

i bet youd fuck yourself on my fingers.

fuck yourself on my fingers like the slut you are.

you fuck yourself hard against her fingers

oh my - fuck - oh my god

look at you.

getting so wet for me.

youre so desperate.

i can tell youre about to cum.

cum for me.

fuck. fuck. yeah, im about to fucking cum all over your fingers baby.

you reach to grab their arm, your grip weak from the stab wound she left. your blood covering the costume.

you start breathing heavier and heavier, they move their thumb to your clit, slowly rubbing. you honestly don’t understand how they can hold a gun to your head and fuck you.

moments later, youre squirming and damn near shrieking as you cum all over their fingers.

fuck.

you did so good for me.

they stand up, they pull your leg down, making you wince in pain. their grip is strong, they enjoy seeing you writhe in pain.

once they have you on the edge of the bed, they reach their arms under your armpits, pulling you up.

they press their face against yours, their lips pressed softly against yours.

you wrap your arms around your back, they rip off their shirt. their bare body presses against yours. they pant against your neck, heart pounding in their chest.

they bury their face into your neck, breathing down your neck. they remove the blind fold.

open your eyes when i tell you, okay?

they thrust themselves against you softly, then start sucking more dark spots into your neck.

open your eyes baby.

you open your eyes.

its amber.

how did you not recognize her voice?

your eyes soften, part of you wants to cry. another part of you is too high. youre craving her so much. you always had a thing for amber.

she was mean and confident and funny. you just knew she'd be rough and degrading when she'd fuck you. you just never expected her to be this violent.

amber gives your hair a slight tug, then pulls you down by your hair onto your knees. placing the gun back against your temples.

she taps your jaw, instructing you to open your mouth.

stick your tongue out.

you chuckle softly

i mean yeah, im a lesbian. ive had sex before.

i doubt that.

the way you sounded, it seemed like nobodys ever fucked you good before.

i doubt a pathetic little bit could fuck me as good as i fuck you.

you look up at her eyes

youre sure you look as pathetic as she says. but you dont care.

what are you waiting for?, she whispers

she grabs your hair, pushing you roughly against her clit.

you start licking her clit back and forth, sucking softly.

fuck.

her breath hitches, she pants with each movement of your tongue.

swirl your tongue for me baby.

you pull back for a second

slow or fast?

slow. i wanna last as long as possible. i wanna keep you here, under me for as long as possible.

you swirl your tongue slowly, then pull your hand up slowly to her back, softly pushing her into you.

the more you swirl, the louder she gets.

she moans, whimpering slightly.

this goes on for about 10 minutes.

stop.

keep your tongue still.

you follow her demands, giving one last swirl then stopping.

she tugs you a little closer, then starts fucking herself on your tongue.

she pants louder and louder, she stops for a minute.

her breathing quickens, you can tell shes trying to hold back. but she cant resist you. you make her feel so good.

she pulls herself back into you, continuing to thrust on your tongue.

fuck. im about to cum.

she starts thrusting a little faster, then even more faster. in a moment of weakness she drops the gun to your side.

she cums with a grunt, tugging your hair back. she pants loudly, as she spasms against your face.

she pulls you up, pulling you against her. she breathes heavily again, her heart pounding in your chest.

then she pushes you back against the bed. straddling onto your waist. she wraps both of her arms around your neck gripping as tight as she can.

then she starts moving her hips back and forth on you.

im so sensitive. i wanna cum again. she whispers.

you statr thrusting with her. her clit pulsates against yours . you were so high and turned on you were already so close to cumming.

amber thrusts faster, bending over slightly to lick your nipples softly.

this sends you over the edge, pushing you closer to your orgasm

her lips are back on yours, she thrusts faster, then moans in your ear as you both cum at the same time.

oh my fucking god, you whisper

youre all mine.

im never gonna stop using you.

you nod quickly.

all yours baby.

[lkfarrout]

Scared (family fic)

This is technically a Stan x Reader fic, but there's no real romance in it and the relationship isn't the focus, so I'm calling it a family one

Summary: Mabel needs your help

Warnings: very light angst

The door creaked open and a sliver of light pierced the darkness on the porch of the mystery shack. 

“Mabel? Whatcha doin’ awake, kiddo? It’s late.”

“Sorry Grunkle Stan,” was Mabel’s reply, before turning to you, “I really need your help.”

You began to make your way to the door, but Stan interrupted, “Kid, now’s really not a good time. Can it wait till morning?”

“No, Stan, really it’s okay,” you assured him. With a better view than Stan, you could see that Mabel was upset. It was quite a contrast to the energetic, bubbly girl you had gotten used to. 

“Alright, just don’t keep her too long.” Stan pointed a stern finger at the 13-year-old. 

Once inside, the tears began to well in Mabel’s eyes.

“What’s going on?” You crouched and placed a hand on Mabel’s shoulder. 

“It happened,” Mabel pulled her sweater way over her head. Sweater town. Dipper had warned you about this. You pulled Mabel in for a hug, both for comfort and to hear her better through the thick fabric.

“What happened?”

“I started my period,” was the muffled response.

“Oh, that’s alright,” You gently pulled the sweater just under Mabel’s eyes, “C’mon, we’ll go get you everything you need.”

Mabel emerged fully from sweater town and begged, “Please don’t tell Grunkle Stan.”

You reassured her, “Don’t worry. He won’t know a thing.”

The two of you emerged back on the porch, newly equipped with jackets and car keys. 

“Stan, I’m borrowing your car.” You tried your best to walk quickly before Stan registered what you’d said, but he managed to get in front of you. 

“Wait a minute, where to? Here, I’ll drive.” Stan attempted to grab the keys from your hands. 

“No Stan, just Mable and I.” You shoved your hand with the keys into your jacket pocket. 

“Look, I’m not just gonna let you drive my car with my niece to who-knows-where in the middle of the night without an explanation.”

“Stan, we’ll be back in ten minutes. I promise.”

Stan peered around at Mabel, who was hiding behind you. He’d seen her in some of the scariest situations a kid could be in, but for the first time, it seemed to be him that she was afraid of. Defeated, he said, “Alright, you get ten minutes.”

Stan watched the headlights fade away and spent the whole time glancing between the dark forested road and his watch until you returned. He opened the car door for Mabel, but she made a beeline to the shack while tightly clutching a grocery bag. Stan led the way back to your original place on the porch. 

“You gonna tell me where you went?” Stan kicked at a few small rocks.

“I promised Mabel I wouldn’t.” There was a long silence.

Stan’s voice was shaky. “She looked scared. A different kind of scared.” Stan put his head in his hands, “Sometimes I wonder if last summer was too much for her, or if I did somethin’ I still don’t remember.”

“She is scared, Stan - scared of growing up.” You gently rubbed his back. “I felt the same way the first time I got mine.”

Stan looked up at you, and you watched the realization settle onto his face.

“But hey, she asked me not to tell you, so don’t go makin’ it weird.” You playfully elbowed him. “It wouldn’t hurt to be a little extra nice, though.”

Stan gave a tiny smile in response. “Sounds like I’m making stancakes in the morning. Wonder if we still got any of that edible glitter layin’ around.”

[princessbiteme0o0]

Hi okay so I know you were kinda on a schlatt writing kick BUT I have a swagger thought...okay imagine you're dating swagger but you don't do the weed (I'm not self inserting what are you talking about) or you do but very little and you accidentally take a pretty strong edible (I watched ted earlier leave me alone) and swags has to like protect you and help you feel better because you're freaking out

(HAHAHAHAHHA LITTLE DID YOU KNOW- I stopped smoking weed bc of panic attacks and now deal with a severe panic disorder, so this is perrrrrfeeeect for me. I’m not the best with fluff, so fair warning. Also, Swagger and Schlatt both are on my mind in a little loop hehehe)

I Promise You’re Not Gonna Die (SwaggerSouls x Reader)

Summary: Ya done fucked up cuh.

WARNINGS: Swearing, Drug use, Panic attacks

—🌸—🌸—

“Do you feel ready to smoke again yet, Honey?” Eric asked from where he sat comfortably on his couch.

“Not just yet.” She hummed softly from her place on the kitchen as she cooked dinner. Swagger nodded, more so to himself, and then sparked up. Rifling through the kitchen cabinets as the pasta cooked on the stove, she looked around for a snack. Finding some gummy bears in the cabinet, she ate six of them before going back to cooking and deciding to wait for real food when they didn’t fill her up. Eric slipped into the kitchen after smoking, the whites of his gorgeous brown eyes a shade of red. When his eyes caught a glimpse of the baggie of gummy bears on the counter, his heart dropped.

“Baby, how many of those did you eat?” Eric asks softly, moving to stand behind her, letting his fingers ghost up and down her arms. She simply shrugs at him and turns her head back to look at him.

“I think six?” There’s a question in her tone, but he doesn’t answer, kissing her forehead.

“You mind if I stay in here with you?” Giving him a soft smile, she nods and leans back into his arms as she stirs the pasta sauce. Not even ten minutes later, the drugs start to take their effect, making her shiver slightly.

“I feel funny.” She mumbles out from between his arms.

“Baby… Those gummy bears were 100 milligram edibles.” He speaks softly and her heart jumps into her throat.

“I- What?” Her entire body goes cold and then warm and then cold again as her heart races and her head becomes dizzy. Eric carefully reaches past her and turns off the stove, gently lifting her arms away from the hot pans as he can feel the panic coming off of her in waves.

“It’ll be okay, Hon. I’m not gonna let anything happen.” He murmurs into her hair, kissing her temple.

“Eric- I’m- I’m scared.” She stutters out, tears welling up in her eyes as she goes into a full blown panic attack.

“Shh, I’m right here.” He gently shushes her, carefully picking her up and carrying her out of the kitchen.

“I feel like I’m gonna die.” She whispers into his neck as the tears roll freely down her cheek, her lower lip quaking.

“You’re gonna be okay, you’re not gonna die, baby. It’s just the weed.” He hums, laying her in their shared bed and peppering kisses all over her face. “We just need to get something to eat for your little tummy and you’ll feel all better.” His hand is gently massaging her belly as he placed gentle kisses all over her face and neck. Letting out a soft huff, she nods and he leaves the room for a few moments, before returning with some food for her. Sitting down on the bed beside her, he helps her sit up and slowly scoops the food onto a fork, holding it out for her to eat.

“Thank you…” She mumbles shakily.

“It’s alright, Cutie. We will get some food on your stomach and put on one of your favorite movies and I’ll lay here with you until you feel all better.” He smiles warmly as she eats the food off of the fork. Once she’s finished her food, he sits the plate aside and slides into bed behind her, turning on the TV and playing her favorite TV show. Wrapping his arms around her, he nuzzled her neck and placed warm kisses against her skin.

“I love you.” She mumbles softly as her eyes start to feel heavy.

“I love you too, Sweetheart.”

[scarletemeraldpurple]

Kinktober Day 26: Lamia

Natasha Romanov X GN! Reader

Notes: Hypnosis, bondage via coiling, lots of pet names, abduction, dubious consent

You’d been lost in the jungle for a few days. Separated from your research team after a storm. You wandered along, finding edible berries and spots to sleep in. Eventually you made your way to a gigantic tree. As you stepped towards it you heard an unusual crunch. You looked down to find a shedded snake skin that was as wide as you were tall.

“Are you lossst, little one?” A voice called out.

You spun around trying to figure out who, or what, the voice belonged to.

“Sshhh. There’s no need to be scared.” Finally the owner of the voice revealed herself. She was beautiful with vibrant green eyes and red hair. She had a well worn cloth as a top. Then you looked below. And you found what had shed the gigantic skin you saw minutes ago.

“What’s your name little one?”

“I’m. I’m [Y/N]. Who are you? What are you?”

My name is Natasha. I’m a lamia. Do you know what that means?”

You shook your head.

“I’m descended from the gods. I have been gifted many attributes,” she said, gesturing to her tail, “as well as powers.”

“Powers?”

“Yes, sweet, inquisitive, thing. Would you like to see?”

She was so much bigger than you. You had no idea what she was capable of. No way of knowing what she wanted of you.

“Aww. I can see how scared you still are. You poor thing. Just a cub, lost in the jungle. I can help you, keep you safe. There’s no need to fear me.”

She bent down to cup your face gently. You had no place to look but into her eyes. Her very pretty green eyes.

“You humans have a saying yes? ‘The eyes are the window to the soul’. Look into me, human. See what you find.”

Her irises seemed to start to swirl, and sparkle. It was captivating.

“Good little pet, there you go. Look deep into my eyes.”

Her voice was so soft and soothing. Then something in you remembered what situation you were in. You started blinking.

“Oh how cute. The little one thinks they can resist me hm?” She didn’t seem mad, more, playful.

Suddenly you were lifted up, her tail had wrapped you up, binding your arms to your sides while her eyes had ensnared your mind.

“See little one, you can’t fight me. And that’s okay.”

You tried to squirm but there was no room to move. Her strong muscles wrapped around you.

“Oh this is cute. Struggle for me, little love.” She teased.

Your feet kicked pointlessly in a panic.

“Sshh,ssshhh. Come here sweetness, let’s calm you down. Pretty thing.”

You looked at her. She thought you were pretty?

“Such soft hair, oh it looks like you have a few tangles. I can help you with those, I’ll take you to the river nearby, get you cleaned up.” She mused as she petted your head gently.

“And those eyes, I’m sure many a human has been charmed by those hm?”

You blushed involuntarily.

“I’m quite fascinated by you little one. Could I look a little longer into those eyes?” She asked gently, stroking your cheek.

You found yourself staring right into her eyes. Your body was tired of fighting. You tried to force your mind to stay strong.

“You’re adorable like this. All bound up for me, and still trying to fight. But the more you fight, the more you feel the pull of my eyes, isn’t that right?

You bobbed your head up and down in a nod. Her eyes swirled and sparkled. And you felt…kept…held.

“Good pet. Let them pull you in now. Deep into my power. Deeply enthralled. All mine now.”

All hers now. You thought as your eyelids started to droop.

“Awww, sleepy little thing. That’s okay. It’s okay if you just…drop. Close those eyes. I’ll be here, surrounding you with my coils. Surrounding your mind with my words. Sleep well, pet.”

—

You woke up and you were…wet.

Well you were drying off. Laid on a bed of coils out in the sun. You were naked, with some strategically placed coils preserving a modicum of modesty.

“There you are, welcome back to the world of the waking, little one.”

“Where are my clothes?”

“Also drying, over there on that rock. I’m sure they’ll feel much better now that they’re clean.”

“Could I um, could I have something to wear in the meantime?”

“Now why would that be necessary?” Natasha teased.

“Umm…” you were going to make more of an argument when Natasha moved in front of you. The cloth covering her top half now done away with. Your mouth went dry and your eyes went wide.

“Oh I like this expression on you.” Natasha cooed.

“I—uh, sorry.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry about pet.” Natasha’s tail wrapped around you a few times, a little below your shoulder, immobilizing your arms once again, but leaving your legs free.

“There is that better? Covered in my coils.” Natasha said as she started to tighten and release around your body.

Your eyes fluttered closed as her tail massaged your body. Her smooth scales rubbing against your bare chest. You couldn’t help but let out a moan.

“Feels good doesn’t it? I can make you feel so good baby. Would you let me do that?” Natasha crooned.

You lightly bobbed your head in a nod. Your body going more and more limp in her grasp.

“Sweet pet, already so weak for me. But that’s okay.” Natasha’s face was now in front of your own. She pulled you in for a kiss. Her lips were soft, her tongue was forked, but gentle as it explored your mouth. You moaned into hers.

“Sweet little thing.” She whispered when she pulled away. “Look at me, pet.” She instructed gently.

You opened your eyes and were met with her sparkling irises once again. Totally captivated. Totally enraptured by her.

“Good pet. Fall deeply into me. It feels so good to let go, doesn’t it?” As she spoke to you she lifted you up, placing you back down with you straddling her tail. “And that’s all you need to do right now, just feel good for me. No thinking, just feeling good. Grind those hips, sweet thing.”

Automatically your body started moving for her. You had started to leak when she had first wrapped herself around you. You were slack jawed now, totally lost in pleasure. The pleasure of the friction against your most sensitive spots. And the pleasure of her control over you. The pleasure of giving into her.

“You look so sweet like this. I could just keep you like this all the time. Mindless and grinding against me. All coiled up. No way to escape me, not that you’d want to.”

Sounds were coming out of you that you’d surely be embarrassed about if you had enough awareness.

“Fuck baby, you’re getting all messy, and we just got you cleaned up.” Natasha teased. “Not that I mind having to clean you up again. I’ll let you be awake for it this time. Let you be aware of my hands all over your body. Oh baby, we’re gonna have so much fun together. Getting close sweet thing?”

“Yesss” you whimpered out.

“Go on then sweet thing, cum for me. Cum for me and be mine.”

Your orgasm was explosive. It took over every cell of your being. Natasha was there to hold you steady through it.

“You did so good for me sweet thing.” Natasha cooed as you panted in her coils. Quickly, she unwrapped you and took you in her arms.

“So so good for me little one. I’ve got you.”

“Thankyouthankyouthankyou” you whispered into her neck.

“Of course little one. You’re all mine to take care of, aren’t you?”

“Mhmm.” You murmured sleepily.

“I wore you out didn’t I? Well I’d better take you home so you can sleep then.”

“Home?”

“That’s right sweetness, you’re coming home with Mommy.”

“Home with Mommy.” You said sleepily.

You drifted off in her arms as she took you to her village. She couldn’t wait to share you with-introduce you to all her friends.

[her-power]

The End of All Things (Part Five - The Finale: e.m. x fem reader)

TRIGGER/SPOILERS & C/W: 18++++ MDNI!! GO AWAY. You will be blocked. Sweet! Semi-dom!Eddie, fluff, talks of grief, talks of death/dying, pregnancy, birth trauma, descriptions of birth, mentions of PPD/PPA, lots of smut, fingering (f receiving), oral (m+f receiving), squirting, spanking, butt play (m receiving), unprotected p +v, crying, swearing.

Part One: Denial Part Two: Anger Part Three: Bargaining Part Four: Depression

Summary: The Finale - this part will take places over many months and go through some years. The full summary of the series is on the 1st part.

Word Count: 17.7k

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One of the best things about being pregnant is being able to eat a meatball sub in the front seat of your car, looking like a wild animal who had just caught their meal, not caring that the sauce was dripping down your chin. 

It was April 1992; you were seven months pregnant, and it was your birthday. You were waiting for Robin to meet you to give you gifts. 

You gaze down at your growing belly, gently rubbing your palm over it. The months had gone by fast, and you couldn’t complain. You were having a good pregnancy. Eddie had a hard time keeping his hands off you; you had curves to begin with, but you had gained weight almost everywhere, and it turned him into more of a pig then he already was. Again, you couldn’t complain, the sex you had at the beginning of the second trimester should’ve been made into a porno: your hormones were all over the place, and your sex drive was out of control. You were horny, all the time. You had sex in places you never thought you would, in a public restroom, on the hood of your car in broad daylight, all over the Hideout. And when you say all over, you mean it. The bar, the bar stools, the stage, the pool table, everywhere. 

You smile when you think back to those first few months. It seemed so long ago now, but there were so many moments from then that you wish you could go back to and remember to take pictures. But some moments are too special to share with the world. 

You had told Eddie you were pregnant the day after you found out; you wanted to tell him the same day, but you chickened out when he had come to your house after work. To say you were nervous was an understatement, you were terrified. Not because you thought he’d have a negative reaction, you knew he wouldn’t, but the realization that your job for the next nine months would be to protect this being inside of you. 

Eddie had come home from work; at this point, he had pretty much moved in but would still spend a few nights at Wayne’s. He had come into your room; you were sitting on the bed reading. He kisses the top of your head. “How was your day?” You ask him. 

“Pretty good actually.” He smiles, kicking off his converse and peeling off his leather jacket. “Robin had made some special brownies, and I’m pretty sure I’m in a spaceship right now.” 

You laugh, and he giggles. He has been into the edibles lately; it seemed to take the edge off a lot more comfortably than the plant itself did. When he had come down from the heroin, it was a little rough to watch. He didn’t experience withdrawals, but he broke down to you that he wanted to chase that feeling again, and he had the urge to go back to that bar and find the man who supplied him the drugs. You had never seen him so scared, and you could see the relief in his eyes when you told him you would support him through it, no matter how long it took. 

And it didn’t take long, he was a lot stronger than he thought he was. 

He had scooted up on the bed next to you and had laid half his body on your lap. You lean against the headboard, gently rubbing his head, curling your fingers through his hair. His eyes were closed, and a sweet smile was plastered on his lips. “Mmm, is this what being a cat is like?”

“I don’t know, weirdo.” You laugh, and he opens his eyes to look at you. He angles his head to get a better look at you. “What?” 

“You look…different.” You raise your eyebrows, feeling a little hurt by the comment and he laughs. “No, dummy, not in a bad way. You look…well, you look radiant.” 

“Radiant?” You almost blush, and he nods. “I actually feel like shit so, thank you.” You kiss his forehead, and he lifts his hand to cup your cheek. 

“What’s the matter?” 

“Just been having stomach issues all day.” Tell him, dummy! 

“Can I get you anything?” 

You smile, shaking your head, continuing to play with his hair. He closes his eyes again, his head turning in towards your tummy, and sighs. 

Open your mouth, try not to puke, and tell him. You might pass out from the fear, but hey, at least you told him! 

The words are caught in your throat. 

Tell. Him. 

“Impregnant.” The words were jumbled, and you know he had no idea what you just said, and you wanted to go run into traffic. 

“Were those words?” He asks with a laugh, his eyes still closed. 

Tell him! 

A sigh escapes you. “I’m pregnant.” 

His eyes snap open, and he looks up at you. His big brown eyes are almost wide, and he continues to stare. You try to hide your smile. 

“I’m sorry.” He clears his throat. “Am I really stoned, or did I just hear you say that you’re pregnant?”

You smile, nodding. He lifts himself off your lap, looking into your eyes, his eyes dart to your tummy and back into your eyes, his hand goes to his mouth. “Really?” 

You nod. 

“You’re not lying to me?” His eyes fill with tears and his lips form a smile. You pull the drawer from your nightstand, taking out a ziplock bag that had the test in it, you hand it to him, and he takes it with shaking hands. He gazes at it, and then meets your eyes, he starts to cry, and laughs. “Oh my god!” He wraps his arms around your middle, pulling you towards him, kissing your lips and your cheeks. He pulls away, his hand goes over your tummy. 

“There’s a baby in there?” 

“Not quite yet, he’s still cooking.” You smile at him, and he continues to rub your stomach.

He meets your eyes and smiles. “He?”

“If I’m doing my math correctly, I’m about seven weeks, it’s too early to tell, but, I just have a feeling.” You stare lovingly at him as his eyes fix on your belly, and he smiles. 

“Okay, it’s a he. Let’s not find out until he’s here.” 

“Yeah?” 

He nods, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. You hold his face, gazing into his eyes, his fingers gently trace circles on your lower back. “Marry me?” His dimples show before the smile reaches his eyes and he nods, kissing you deeply. You weren’t in a rush to get the ring or get hitched; you just wanted him to know that you loved him so much. The two of you had made love for hours, not even stopping for rest, you wanted to feel like you were the only two people left on Earth. 

When you told your father you were pregnant, he was in tears. He kept saying he was gonna kill Eddie for knocking you up, but he couldn’t stop the smile on his face when he said it. That same night, you overhead them talking about a move, but they had stopped talking when they had heard you trip over the lip in the doorway. 

The most devastating day for you was November 24th, 1991. Eddie had taken you for ice cream; it was 30 degrees out, but you were craving it. At that point, you were about 12 weeks pregnant. The two of you sat in his van, devouring ice cream outside the ice cream parlor, having a heated discussion about who would have a chance with Winona Ryder. 

“I would just have to give her my puppy dog look and she’d instantly be melting.” Eddie had said, shoving a spoonful of rocky road in his mouth. 

“No way, dude. She wouldn’t fall for that, she’s too smart. All I would have to do is walk by her, shake my ass a little and she’d dump Johnny’s ass, run away with me, and we’d live happily ever after in a gothic house overlooking the sea.” 

Eddie laughs loudly. “Fine, but I get Johnny.” 

“Fine, take him.” 

You both laugh, continuing to eat spoonfuls of the ice cream when the radio disc jockey interrupts the current song:

Sad day for the music world today; less than twenty-four hours after releasing a statement that he was diagnosed with the HIV/AIDS virus, Freddie Mercury has passed away in his Kensington home. He was only 45. We mourn for him, and mourn with his family, his bandmates and fans. We will continue to update as we learn more, but for now…here’s Bohemian Rhapsody. Man, what a voice, what a talent. Gone too soon. Rest easy, Freddie. We’ll miss you.

The two of you remain still, staring at the radio. Eddie looks over at you, preparing himself in case you decide to jump out of the van and into the cold. You continue staring at the radio, and you’re suddenly no longer hungry. You dump the remainder of your ice cream into the paper bag, roll up the top and drop it at your feet. 

“Sweetheart?” Eddie says gently. 

You blink, looking at him, and Eddie’s heart splits in two when he stares at the pure heartbreak written all over your face. Queen was everything to you; and they were one of the links that connected you and your mother. “Freddie Mercury is dead.” Your bottom lip trembles and your eyes fill with tears. 

“Honey…” He leans towards you, and you inhale deeply, your head falls back against the headrest. 

“Hold on, I need a minute. I need a minute to process this.” You close your eyes, doing some deep breathing and your hand immediately goes to your chest. A rumble happens in your chest, and you’re laughing, hard. Eddie stares at you, not sure what to do, not entirely sure if this was an appropriate reaction, but then you started sobbing. 

Your voice comes out in heavy sobs, Eddie reaches over to take your hand and you gently push him away. “No, no. I’m fine, I’m fine.” A laugh escapes you again as tears stream down your cheeks. “I don’t know what’s happening. I don’t know why I’m laughing. I’m heartbroken. I’m fucking devastated.” You meet Eddie’s eyes, and your hand goes to your mouth as another laugh escapes you. “Well, at least…at least my mom will get a free show.” 

Eddie puts his mouth over his lips, suppressing his laugh as he stares at you and you laugh harder, pressing your palms to your eyes, and you begin to sob. “Nooooo, I’m so fucking sad right now. What the fuck? I swear I will go full Rambo on those anti-gay Baptists if they say anything about him. I’ll stand outside the abortion clinic while I’m at it too, I’ll shove their picket signs up their asses and laugh all the way to prison. What the fuck, Eddie?! I can’t believe he’s dead.” This time, you are actually full-blown hysterical crying, and you let Eddie hold you as you sob. He knew it wasn’t just Freddie dying and the pregnancy; he knew a lot of it had to do with your mother, and the fact that someone who had an influence on you had died, again. 

When you hit the 4 month mark in your pregnancy, it was like your hormones had released a wild animal, and you were in heat. It had started when you were sitting at home; it was midday. You father was in Boston, surprisingly, Tom and Susie had invited him to a little holiday party like the old times and wanted to go visit your mother. 

You were alone and had been scanning through the t.v. channels when you stop on the The Big Easy. Right on the part when Ellen Barkin is getting it on with Dennis Quaid. It was airing on live television, so a lot of it was cut it out, but boy, were you invested. 

Something awakened in you, something deep, something so fucking animalistic, that every ten minutes you’d look out the window for the van’s headlights. The master of puppets album was playing on a loop on the record player, at full volume, when you finally see the headlights glare through your living room window. Eddie could hear the music as soon as he turned off the ignition, he smiled, knowing very well that one of her neighbors was going to call Hopper.  He hops out of the van, stretching his arms, and he shivers. It had gotten cold, and all he wanted to do was crawl into bed, under the warm covers and go the fuck to sleep.  But, you had other plans. 

As soon as Eddie opens the front door, you’re on him like a predator catching its prey. Before he has a chance to react, your tongue is in his mouth and you’re pushing him against the door, slamming it shut. Eddie’s body relaxes and his arms wrap around your waist, hugging you to him. Your hands touch him all over, you roughly yank off his leather jacket, running your hands up his shirt, feeling him shudder. You kiss his neck, collarbone and he groans as your mouth travels down his chest, and you lick the soft skin above his belly button. His head falls back against the door, and he grips at your hair. You’re on your knees, your hands moving fast to undo his belt, pushing his jeans down, his length springs to life and you’re immediately throating him. A throaty moan escapes him as the Master of Puppets album starts over from the beginning, and you cup his balls. Your tongue swirls around his tip, sucking and licking all over his shaft. 

“Jesus Christ.” He moans. “What has gotten into…ohhhhh…” He feels your tongue swirl around his taint, and feels you glide your finger slowly into him. “This again…okay…fuuuuuck, baby.” 

This reminded him of a daydream he once had of you, before the two of you were together. He was fucking his fist, imagining he was fucking you to this song, and it was one of the best orgasms he had given himself. A loud grunt escapes his lungs as he feels your finger curl inside him, fucking his prostate, spitting and drooling all over his cock. He pulls at your hair, biting his bottom lip, his eyes fluttering close. Your moan vibrates his whole body, and you were so wet you couldn’t wait for him to be inside you. 

He was about to cum, but he swallows it back, he needed to fuck you. But first, it was his turn to taste you. He lifts your head up gently by your hair, and you look up at him, your eyes full of so much sexual desire he couldn’t believe you were the same woman. 

“Get up.” He tells you with a sideways smirk, and he moans loudly when you push your finger deeper inside him before pulling it out. You stand up and he kisses you hungrily, his hands sliding down your waist, under your oversized night shirt and cups your bare ass, surprised you had no underwear on. He hoists you up, you wrap your legs around his waist and can feel his cock pressed against your folds as he balances with his pants around his ankles and walks with you to the couch. He places you down on the cushions, the music picking up, and he steps out of his jeans, pulling his shirt over his head. You lean your head back against the couch, pulling up your night shirt and spreading your legs apart. He falls to his knees, placing his palms against your inner thighs, massaging his way up to your cunt. You were dripping, and an almost sadistic smile graces his lips. 

His mouth is on your clit with a groan, and your back arches as he swirls his tongue around your opening. A gasp escapes you as he sucks hard on your clit, his two fingers immediately sliding inside you. He looks up at you, your eyes meeting, the sight of him devouring your pussy while he finger fucked you turned you feral. He pushes your legs open wider and licking you all the way from your hole to your clit and he groans, pulling his face away, leaning his head against your thigh as he increases the rhythm with his fingers. 

“You love fingering my ass, don’t you? Dirty girl.” He says against your thigh, looking up at you with those big brown eyes. “Fuck, you’re so wet.” 

“Mmmm…” You moan loudly, your eyes fluttering close, and you pull at his hair. He sits up between your legs, his fingers still pumping in and out of you and he pulls off your shirt, pulling your nipple with his teeth. The sudden sensitivity was enough to send you spiraling, and a sensation of having to pee creeps in your lower belly as his fingers thrust into you. You weren’t sure what that was about, but suddenly, you inhale deeply, and a pornographic scream escapes you, your back arches and you feel warmth coming out of you as soon as he removes his fingers. 

“Holy shit.” Eddie mutters, watching you in awe as your body contorts and a warm liquid squirts out of you and soaks both you and him. He knelt there; his eyes wide with amazement as the most powerful orgasm you have ever felt in life screams out of you. A predator like grin is glued on Eddie’s face, and he moves up your body like a snake, holding your face by your chin. Your mouth is still open, gasping for breath, almost laughing with pure joy. “That was one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen come from a woman. What even are you?”

You meet his eyes, your eyes half lidded as you wrap your arms around his neck, pressing his mouth to yours, his plush lips kissing you with such urgency. Your body still trembles, you were sweaty, sticky and you wanted more. He pulls away from you, still gripping your chin, his eyes lower to yours in a dominant stare. “I’m gonna fuck you now, okay?”

You smile large, moaning at his tone. You change your position and bend over the arm of the couch. Eddie crawls up your back, hovering over you, his lips inches from your ear, his curls brushing against your shoulders. “I want to hear you scream my name.” You bite your lip, he pulls back, massaging your ass gently, leaning down to kiss each cheek. The coolness of his rings causes goosebumps to rise on your skin as he runs his hands along your back. He angles your hips up and you feel him rub his cock against your opening, slowly pushing himself inside you. A cry escapes your lips, and his head falls back. He holds your hips, thrusting into you as you grip onto the arm rest.

“Oh, my, god. Fuuuuuuuck.” He groans out, as he slams into you faster, harder. He squeezes your ass, caressing the skin gently, and he spanks you, hard. You cry out, a smile on your lips as the sting sends waves of euphoria into your core. He pulls your ass into him, your collective noises a harmony that reminded you of a pack of wolves. You felt like an animal, wanting to be fucked like this, wanting to feel his cock buried deep into your cunt. 

“Right there…” You gasp and he groans against you, his hand travels to your throat and pulls your back to him. He applies a little pressure to your throat, his other hand caressing your breasts and tugging your erect nipples. “Fuck, baby! Ohhh…” 

“Louder.” He says with his lips against your ear. A guttural moan escapes him, and his hand travels from your throat to your chin as he fucks you over and over. “Come on baby, I wanna hear you scream.” 

“Don’t stop, don’t stop…” Your voice comes out in broken moans, the beautiful feeling in your belly creeping up again. 

“LOUDER.” Eddie groans through his teeth, he was getting close, you could feel it. 

Your cunt clenches around him, the feeling building and building. Your swollen clit was pulsing, your pussy was throbbing, and you feel a flush rise up your cheeks as your mouth falls open, and you scream out his name. “Ohhh! Eddie! Unghhhh unnnnghhh!”

“Fuck, baby.” He grits his teeth, his movements sloppy and he cries out, his noises deep, sexy. You cum again with him still inside you, his cock twitching as you feel his warm liquid soak you from the inside, mixing with your own cum. 

Eddie’s head is resting on your shoulder from behind, his breathing scattered, and he kisses your neck, gently pulling out of you. You turn around on shaking legs, laying yourself on the rug, your arms splayed out beside your head. You felt him spill out of you, and you smile big, pure joy and ecstasy on your face. Eddie looks down at you, his primal instincts getting ready to pounce again as his eyes scan your naked form. You open your eyes and meet his, looking like the cat who caught the canary. 

“I’m pretty sure…our alter egos…came out to play just now.” You say, resting your hand on your belly as your breathing continues to slow. “You sir, are gonna make a woman very happy one day.” You close your eyes again, breathing deeply. 

“You mean you?” Eddie laughs, sliding his form down to the floor next to you. You nod, not entirely sure which planet you were on. He had fucked you silly, and you were still horny. 

You meet his eyes. “Let’s do that again.” His lips are already on yours before you could make your move, and you did it again, and one more time after that until you both were a pile of naked limbs, sprawled out on the living room floor, fast asleep. 

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It was your twenty-week appointment; you felt like your stomach popped overnight. You stand in front of your full-length mirror, turning every which way. The baggy sweatshirt you were wearing did nothing to cover it. You weren’t mad about it; you just realized that time isn’t real, and you were halfway through your pregnancy. 

Halfway. 

You run your hands along your bump; you were grateful you were still in this blissful state of being. This time last year, you and Eddie were only best friends, playing a heated game of D&D with your friends, and getting high in his trailer listening to music. Sometimes, you still had to pinch yourself because you couldn’t believe this was real. That you and Eddie were real. That this baby was real. You had wondered lately if the two of you would’ve confessed your feelings to each other if your mother hadn’t died. How different would it have been? Would you two still remain friends? Too scared to tell one another how you felt? You really couldn’t imagine. 

“Ready?” His beautiful face pops into the doorway, his curls angling his face so perfectly as he smiles that perfect smile at you. 

You meet his eyes in the mirror, and he comes over to you, wrapping his arms around your middle. “Whoa…” He turns to stand in front of you, holding the hem of your sweatshirt, looking at you to make sure it was okay before he lifted it up. You nod, smiling and he lifts up your sweatshirt. His smile is large, and his palm gently goes to your round belly. “Wow, that’s a baby.” 

“That’s a baby.” You say, looking at him as his eyes are still lowered to your belly, his hand gently moving around in circles. He meets your eyes, leaning down to kiss your lips softly. 

“This is actually crazy; you know that right?” Eddie laughs. “What were we doing this time last year? D&D? Getting high and watching The Goonies? Holy shit, man. We’re gonna be parents…mom and dad…that’s…that’s…” You see the ten seconds of panic reach his eyes, and you bite back your laughter when he almost hyperventilates. 

“Babe? You good…” 

Eddie lets out a loud sigh, begins to pace, looking almost like a caged animal. “I’m good! Good, I’m fine. I’m fine. Just uhhh…” he sits on your bed, pulling at his shirt collar. “Is it hot in here? Why is it hot in here?” 

You go towards him, cupping his cheeks, he grips your waist. “Take a deep breath. You’re panicking.”  

“No I’m not!” His voice is almost high pitched and he laughs a little manically. “I’m not, I’m not panicking…” He meets your eyes, and you smirk. “Okay yeah. I’m panicking. And it’s not because I don’t want this because I do! I do! I can’t wait to be a dad but…it’s us! Us raising a baby together…the town freak and fucking Morticia Addams, raising a spawn.” 

You laugh, looking into his eyes. “Eddie, we’re gonna be okay.” 

His eyes are wide, and he nods. “Yeah?” 

You nod. “Wanna know what else I know?” You pet his face, run your thumb along his his plush lips and take his ringed hand, placing it on your belly. “I know that you are going to be one hell of a dad to this baby. Our baby. It’s gonna be scary, but I know for certain that you are gonna be amazing.” 

Eddie sighs, resting his head against your chest. “I don’t want to be like him.” He sounded so sad, sounded like a little boy. 

“You’re not going to be.” You tell him sternly, moving his face to have him look at you, his eyes were filling with tears. “Eddie Munson, you are nothing like him. You’re loving, caring, funny, fucking chaotic as all hell, and you’re more than a man than he ever will be. I promise you that.” 

“I love you.” He tells you softly, lifting his hand up to rub your cheek. “So much.” 

You kiss his forehead. “I love you, more. Come on, let’s go see our baby.” 

He nods and stands up. Kissing you again, and again. He cups your face, resting his forehead against yours. “Let’s go see our baby.” 

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As the months went on, it was getting harder for you to have an orgasm without feeling your uterus painfully clench. Eddie thought he did something wrong when you came one night and immediately said “ow, ow, ow!” afterwards. You had discovered it was normal, that any sort of stimulation to that area would cause the pain. Your uterus was growing, so many things were happening to your body that you loved, but not being able to orgasm without being in pain put you in such a rage filled state, no one wanted to be around you. 

You were almost at the seven-month mark of your pregnancy, and Eddie, bless his soul, tried to do everything in his power to make you smile. 

“Can I get you anything to eat?” He asked you sweetly. 

“No. I’m fine.” You stare at the television at his trailer, stretching out your leg. The round ligament pain causing you discomfort no matter which way you sat. 

“Okaaaay.” He runs a hand through his hair, sitting on the couch, his leg bopping nervously. “I’m gonna go to the Hideout to see Steve and Robin, Dustin is in town. I haven’t told him about the baby yet.” 

“Oh, so what am I invisible? I can’t go with you?” You adored Dustin, you didn’t care if he went out partying with them or had a night out, but everything was making you mad. 

“Nope. Definitely not invisible.” Eddie says with sarcasm. “Baby, I don’t have to go.” 

“No, go, I’m not keeping you chained here.” You scoff. “I’m not about to be made into some psycho pregnant girlfriend that won’t let her boyfriend do anything with his friends.”

“I never said that you were.” He looks at your face and you glare at him. 

“You’re thinking it.” 

Eddie lets out a laugh. “Oh my god! Yes, you’re fucking psycho! But you’ve always been psycho. That’s one of the things I love about you.” 

“Oh, don’t be such a kiss ass.” You look away from him and he stands up from the couch, stretching his arms above his head, letting out an annoyed laugh. “You really think I’m psycho? I don’t think you know what psycho is, buddy.” 

Eddie turns to you, his hand over his mouth as he stares at you. He was wearing his old hellfire shirt; it accentuated every single outline of his stupid muscles, and it made you even more mad with how good he looked. 

“Take off your pants.” He demands you. 

“What?!” You ask him shocked. “No, I’m not taking off my pants.” 

“Fine, I will then.” He’s in front of you on the couch, pulling your knees to him and you squeal as he gently pulls off your sweatpants. He leans up on your knees, kissing your lips softly.  You pull away quickly from his mouth. 

“No, baby. I can’t, it’s gonna hurt and I don’t want it to hurt.” You plead with him, your rage disappearing into full blown whining. 

His fingers knead your thighs, gently massaging the soft skin. He kisses your lips again. “Just relax, take a deep breath and just relax.” He tells you sweetly and you stare at him lovingly. 

He gently leans your back against the couch, and dips his head, leaving a soft kiss on your inner thigh. Your eyes flutter close, and you curl your fingers through his hair. His lips gently kiss closer to your mound, leaving butterfly kisses on your clit. You sigh loudly, feeling his tongue lick you gently and suck on your clit so generously. A soft cry escapes you, tugging at his hair. He was being so gentle with you, so soft, you felt every single ache, pain, worry fall away as his mouth devoured you. Your back arches, and you grip his wrist. His tongue made small circles around your opening, and your back arches. You could feel yourself close to release, it had been so long and the build up was about to explode out of you and you almost wince. Eddie lifts his head up, his fingers gently rubbing your clit. 

“Don’t tense, baby. Just relax.” He whispers to you and dips his face back down, his tongue swirling around your clit and you breathe in deeply through your nose, feeling the euphoria in your lower belly as your orgasm glides out of you and you are moaning loud. You felt your lower muscles clench painfully for a split second and then you relax, all you could feel was his mouth, and the pure ecstasy coursing through your veins. 

He lifts his head up, smiling at you as you let out a sigh, and he snakes his way up your form, wiping at his face. Your eyes meet his and you frown, petting his cheek. “Why would you do that for me?” Your eyes fill with tears, and he laughs. “Am I really that crazy?” 

Eddie laughs, tucking your hair behind your ear. “Yes. You’re crazy, but I’d do anything to make you happy and…get the demon out of you.” 

“Shut up.” You laugh/cry and he kisses your cheek as you pull up your sweatpants. His hands cup your belly, and you feel a kick. Eddie feels it too and he meets your eyes, they fill with tears, and he lets out a gasp. 

“That’s what it feels like?” He says, putting both his hands on your belly.

“It feels like gas.” You laugh, putting your hand over his, wiping away a stray tear. “They’ll be more frequent as I get bigger.” 

You glance at the clock and tuck his curly hair behind his ear. “You gotta get going, you gotta go break the news to Dusty buns that you’re gonna be a dad.” 

Eddie scrunches his nose. “Do you think he’s gonna freak?”

“Dustin? Oh, I think he’s gonna lose his mind.” 

“Come with me?” He asks with pleading puppy dog eyes. 

“After what you just did to me? Dude, I am taking a long nap on this couch and watching three’s company and eating a bunch of food. You can handle this without me.” You pet his face and he groans. 

“Ugh, fine. If I come home drunk it’s his fault, not mine.” 

“You really think he’s gonna get you drunk? He can’t even drink yet.” 

“Exactly.” He puts on his leather and his Dio vest. He kisses you deeply. “I won’t be late.” You stare at him as he heads for the door, and he turns to look at you. “What?” He grins. 

“Just bringing me back, you wearing that.” You smile, titling your head to the side. “The good and the bad.”

He grins at you, cupping your face and kissing you again, he winks. “I love you.” 

“I love you.” 

Eddie had broken the news to Dustin, who freaked out naturally, but was more than happy and was tossing out names for the baby; Dustin Jr was a big one. Eddie had gotten drunk and had let it slip that he bought the house in Boston and that he was waiting until your birthday to surprise you. 

“Dude, I told you!” Robin said with a huge grin. 

“Wait, you’re moving?” Steve says, trying to hide his frown. 

Eddie nods, kind of kicking himself in the ass for telling them. “Yes, Stevie. But you can visit me anytime you want.” Eddie pinches his cheeks and makes a kissy face at him, Steve pushes him away playfully. 

“I’m not even gonna miss you, so, whatever.” Steve says with a shrug, sipping his beer. 

“Aww, my two best friends fighting. I missed this.” Dustin says lovingly, wrapping his arms around the both of you. “Boston eh? Hahvahd yahhhhd, right?” 

Eddie stares at him. “You’ve been wanting to say that forever, haven’t you?” 

“Yeah.” He laughs. 

Eddie smiles, ruffling his hair. 

“So, when is the big move date?” Robin asks with a grin. 

“Her dad and I have been trying to figure it out, but it makes the most sense if we go there before she has the baby. The house is already ours so there’s no rush to get in it. Her dad has been going there with her mom’s friends to repaint the inside, add some furniture. He already turned part of the garage into a music room.” Eddie smirks, shaking his head. “I told him not to, but he has a feeling his grandkid is gonna be musical.” 

“You still don’t want to know what it is?” Steve asks. “How are you gonna know what to get?” 

“Well, you know her. She doesn’t follow societies rules on colors for boys and girls. Everything has been neutral colors, a lot of black.” He laughs. He twirls the bottle in his hand. “She asked me to marry her, when she first told me she was pregnant.”

Robin nearly spits out her drink, Dustin squeaks and Steve actually smiles large. “What?! What did you say!?” 

“I don’t have the ring yet; I want it to be perfect.” 

“Well get the ring, dummy!” Robin shouts. 

“I have the ring. It’s just being adjusted at the jewelers. She’s not a diamond girl so I had to get creative.” 

Robin puts her hand over her mouth and her eyes fill with tears. “Is it her mom’s ring?” 

Eddie smiles at her and nods. “It’s not her mother’s engagement ring, but a ring she wore. Her father had held onto it for this exact reason. It’s an emerald, with some diamond accents on the sides that are from her mother's ring.” 

“You’re gonna get her pregnant again.” Steve says with a chuckle. “Damn, who would’ve thought Eddie Munson was such a softy?” 

Eddie laughs. “No one, not even me. But here we are.” They clink their beer bottles, and continue their hang out, laughing and debating on the best baby names for your child. 

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

You had come home after meeting with Robin, feeling pleasantly full of the meatball sub but craving pickles. Eddie was already home when you pulled in and as soon as you walked in the door, you’re in the refrigerator grabbing the pickle jar. Eddie is on the couch, tuning Sweetheart, his hair was up in a half pony away from his face and he looks up at you grinning, with his pick in between his teeth. “Hey, birthday girl.” 

You kiss his forehand, plopping on the couch next to him, opening the jar. He looks at you and takes his pick out, gently strumming. “Is that sauce on your shirt?” 

You gaze up at him mid bite. “Yes. It is. I had a meatball sub.” 

He strums a cord again. “That sounds like a good lyric to a Corroded song.” He sings the next part. “Pregnant woman, meatball sub, sauce all over her chesssssssst, doesn’t care if you stare, she’ll do it all over agaiiiiin!” 

You slap his arm, and he laughs. “You’re such an idiot. Baby wanted meatballs, and now he wants pickles.” 

“Isn’t that the second jar?” 

“Yeah. It is. Stop judging me!” You mock whine and he laughs, kissing the side of your face. 

“I’m not, it’s actually really hot and turns me on.” Eddie says with a grin. 

“What? Me eating a pickle?” You say with a mouthful. 

“Uhhh, yeah.” He laughs, laying Sweetheart down on the couch. “You have a good birthday so far?” 

You nod, tightening the lid on the pickle jar. “Robin went nuts with presents.” You tap the bag at your feet with your toe and he leans down to grab it. He pulls out a framed photo of David Bowie surrounded by flowers, a bunch of cassette tapes, a pots and pans set, which you didn’t understand why she bought you one, when you already had one. 

Eddie bites back a smile and places the bag on the floor. 

“Okay, my turn.” Eddie says with a grin, bouncing off the couch and running into your room. 

“What? Eddie, I told you not to get me anything you already got me pregnant!” You scold him. 

“Do I ever listen to you?” He says, peeking his head out the doorway and you roll your eyes. He comes out with two wrapped presents; one you assume is a record by the shape of it, and a rectangular box. He sits on the couch and hands you the record shaped one. You take it from him with a smile, and you sit criss cross. The wrapping paper was a paper bag, with a bunch of doodles and words, you carefully pull it apart. 

“Babe just rip it.” He laughs. 

“No, I don’t wanna ruin it.” You smile, opening it all the way and you’ll pull out a record. Your eyes widen when you realize it’s the first pressing of Queen’s A Night at the Opera. 

“How did you find this? Baby, this must have cost you a fortune.” 

“Nah, I just had to sell my body for a few weeks.” He sticks out his tongue and you laugh. 

“This is amazing.” You grab his chin, kissing him sweetly. “Thank you.” 

“Happy Birthday.” He smiles against your lips and hands you the rectangular box. “Now wait, before you open it, there’s something I need to say.” 

You gaze into his eyes, and he smiles shyly at you. He kneels in front of you, leaning his arms on your lap as he looks at you. “I have to confess something to you.” 

“Oh?” You smirk. 

“We met…in 1981, right? You were fourteen, I was fifteen.” You nod and he continues. “So, it wasn’t by coincidence you happened to be walking by me when I ran headfirst into a mud puddle to get away from Jason and his minions.” 

“What do you mean?” You laugh. 

“No one was chasing me.” He bites his lip, and you laugh. 

“Again, what are you talking about?” 

“I lied when I said that that was the first time I saw you.” He buries his face in your lap, embarrassed. “The first time I actually saw you was at the record store. You were in Bowie’s section, with your headphones in. Your hair was in two braids over your shoulders, you were wearing a Motley Crue shirt with the collar cut off and ripped baggy jeans. Sully had been giving me shit about something because I was there all the time and never bought anything, but something happened as soon as saw your face. I wanted to know who you were, how come I’d never seen you before? I remember going over to you, and you had abruptly turned around, so I had to make it seem like I was looking at something and I ended up knocking a bunch of vinyls off the shelf because I tripped over my own stupid feet. Sully was pissed.” He laughs and you giggle. “Then I figured out that every Tuesday and Thursday you would walk there after school, so I made up that plan. I waited for you to leave, that crazy storm had happened so everything was wet and muddy. And, I ran. I ran so fast I think I actually caused myself to fall, and I went straight into that ditch. I’m pretty sure I knocked myself out because when I came to, I just see your beautiful face, covered in mud, pulling me out of the ditch.” 

You laugh loudly. “Dude, I thought you were dead! I just look over when I see something sprint by me and hear a crash, and you’re face first in the mud. I kept saying to myself how fucking wonderful it was to move to a new town and witness some kid die a brutal death in mud. When you started moaning, I was relieved.” 

“I wish you left me there, honestly.” He shakes his head, leaning his cheek on your knee. “That was so embarrassing and so stupid.”

“No way was I gonna leave you there! I was the last person to see you! You were lucky my house was around the corner. My mom didn’t know if I was dragging in an animal or what.” You wipe the tears from your eyes. “She was shocked when you batted those big brown eyes at her.” 

“I honestly didn’t think you were gonna take me back to your house.” He laughs, taking the rectangular box and placing it in your lap. “When you were cleaning me up, and there wasn’t an ounce of judgment on your face. I felt like I was home. That you were my home.” 

Your eyes fill up with tears, and you rub his cheek gently. “Baby, you can’t do this to a pregnant woman.” 

“Open it.” He tells you, taking your hand and squeezing it gently. You sniffle and wipe your nose with your sleeve, you unwrap it and see a black square box. You glance at him, pulling the lid off and you see a set of keys. 

You meet his eyes, your heart racing, not sure what you were looking at, but something clicked when you saw the look in his eyes. “What are these?” 

“Keys to home.” He tells you softly, his eyes filling with tears. “Our home.” 

You inhale a shaky breath. “What do you mean?” He sits on the couch next to you, taking your face in his hands. 

“I got us the house, baby.” He says, his voice trembling. “Your house.” 

You shake your head, tears spilling from your eyes. “No…no, Eddie. What? In Boston?” He nods and you let out a cry. “Are you serious? No…how? Baby that’s too much, that’s too much…” You're sobbing now and he curls his fingers in your hair. 

“No, it’s not, it’s not. I made it work.” His tears fall. “When I saw how you looked at it, how there was so much joy on your face, I knew what I had to do. And I did it.”

“Why?” You squeeze his knee; the tears were continuing to flow freely.

“Because I meant it when I said that you’re my end game. That I would do anything in this entire world to make you happy. And you deserve it, you deserve this so much. We deserve to raise this baby in our home, in a cheesy suburb and to have a family. I love you. All those years ago, when you pulled me out of the mud, when you cleaned me up and stood by my side when the shire was fucking burning, you made me realize how to love and to love deeply. No matter what the cost. You’re my home. My love. My best friend. You’re everything to me.” 

You throw yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and kiss him deeply, tasting your tears mixed with his. He holds your face, pressing his forehead against yours as you cry. “Does my dad know? What about doctors and all that?” 

“He’s known since the beginning. Why do you think he’s been in Boston more frequently, why do you think he’s there now?” You laugh, shaking your head. “Everything for the baby and appointments is taken care of.” 

You stare into his eyes, holding his face. “I don’t even know how to thank you.” 

“You don’t have to thank me.” His eyes dart from your lips to your eyes. “It’s the start of our life together.” 

You pull him towards you by the back of his head, leaning back so he’s hovering above you and you are kissing passionately. You then move yourself onto his lap, pulling your dress over your head and kissing his lips again. His hands gently rub circles on your soft skin, cup over your supple breasts and rub your nipples softly. You undo his belt, releasing his length and he pulls back to look at you. His hand gently holds your face, drapes your hair over your shoulder, his eyes scan over your breasts, your protruding belly, the curve of your hips. “You are a goddess.” He whispers to you, and you smile, kissing his palm. You carefully lower yourself on him, moaning softly when you take him all in, his head falls back against the couch, and a soft grunt escapes him. You roll your hips gently, his hands grip your thighs, gently guiding you. He takes your nipple in his mouth, gently sucking on the skin and you cry out, the sensation causing goosebumps to rise on your flesh as he handled you so delicately. You meet his lips again, your tongues fighting for dominance as you move your hips a little faster. He holds your waist, grunting and whimpering as you clench around him, your orgasm approaching. His mouth sucks on your nipples again, and you cry out, your orgasm explodes out of you and your head falls back in pure ecstasy. He holds onto your waist, groaning until he finally cums and he’s trembling beneath you. You lift his face to look at him, running your hands along his jaw, kissing his cheeks, his collarbone, his lips. 

“Home.” You say with a smile, and he grins wide; his cheeks flushed. 

“Home, baby.” 

~*~*~*~*~*~

The move was a lot less stressful than than you expected thought it was gonna be. It helped that your father and your mother’s friends had the whole place pretty much furnished by the time you got there. When you stood in the foyer, you forgot to take a breath. You couldn’t believe you were standing in your childhood home, two weeks away from giving birth, with the man of your dreams, in a place you love. Everything almost looked the same but a lot of it was different. And you liked it that way. You had your own memories when you were a child of this house, and now your child will have their own memories. You walk up the carpeted steps, remembering what pictures went where, what plants hung on the walls. When you get to the top of the stairs to look down the hallway where your parent’s bedroom used to be (yours and Eddie’s now) you notice a framed black and white photograph. Upon getting close you realize it’s your mother, a picture you’ve never seen before. She looks about your age, her hair was chopped short, sticking out in every direction that reminded you of Pat Benatar. She was looking off to the side, smiling at something she had seen, and you realize then how much you look like her. 

Eddie comes up the steps behind you, holding a cardboard box of unopened baby things to put in the room across from yours. He notices the picture and smiles. 

“Damn. You look like her here.” He studies her face. “Same eyes and everything.” 

“Spooky, huh?” You say with a soft laugh, grimacing when you felt a dull ache in your lower belly. Eddie puts the box down and rests his hand on your lower back, noticing your discomfort. 

“That pain come back again?” He asks worriedly. “I feel like you should call your doctor.”

“No, it’s normal. Just means he’s getting ready to shoot out of me.” You kiss his cheek gently and go into your bedroom. You’re amazed at the size of the bed. The wooden frame, the softness of the bedding. There were still some boxes to unpack, and you sit on the edge of the bed, trying to drag the box with your barefoot. 

“I’ll do this.” Eddie laughs. “Why don’t you rest? You were sitting in a car for too long.” He picks your legs up and drapes them on the bed. 

“There’s still so much to do, we have to set up the crib, the changing table…”

“I’ll handle all that. You just rest.” He kisses your forehead. “Please, I know it’s hard for you to sit still, but look, we got a tv in here now!” He turns it on with the remote on the nightstand and Cheers comes on the screen. “Look! How fitting!” He kisses your lips again and pull the covers up to your chest. 

“Fine, but you should come to bed soon, too. You’ve been wired all morning.” You laugh, tucking the pillow in between your legs. 

“Coffee and weed, my love. The best combo in the world.” He dramatically curtseys out of the bedroom, shutting the door behind him. You laugh, shaking your head. The baby’s foot was in your ribs and your grunt, trying to push it down. “Damn, are you going to be a drummer or what?” The baby kicks again and you smile. Tears form your eyes when you realize these feelings, these little kicks, the changes in your body, were going to be gone soon and you would have to share him with the world. Part of you didn’t want to; you wanted to shield him from this world to protect him forever in your little bubble. You knew you couldn’t do that though, you didn’t want to, but for these last nine months, it was just you two, growing together. You wondered who he would look like. Would he have Eddie’s eyes and your smile? Would he have dimples like the both of you? Would he have Eddie’s thick mane of curls or your waviness, or a perfect mix of both? Would he look like your mother? 

Your chest clenches at the thought, you realize you haven’t been thinking about her much lately, and part of you felt so guilty about that. But then you tell yourself that grief doesn’t end, that it’s a constant stream and you don’t have to constantly feel it all the time, even though it’s there.  You were scared, you were scared to navigate this new life without her by your side. Who would you call for advice? Who would be there to watch him so you could take a shower? That wasn’t even why you wanted her there. You just wanted her back. Even just for a second, you wanted to see her, to hug her, to tell her how much you missed her, to introduce her to her grandchild.  You squeeze your eyes shut and breathe in deeply, the tears fall down your cheeks and you feel the little flutters of kicks in your belly, as if he was telling you, it’s okay, mama, I’m here now.  And he was, your little bean, your little baby. 

Neither one of you could sleep that much during the first week in the house, your belly felt larger than it did days ago and every position you were in felt wrong. Eddie had made a makeshift body pillow with two of the pillows from the bed, and when you curled yourself around the softness, you felt more relaxed. Eddie turned to his side, gently running his fingers up and down your spine, the two of you just lying there quietly in the darkness. 

“Can I ask you something?” You say, gently patting his bare chest.

“Of course.” He says softly. 

“The night my mom died…how did…what made you come to my house so fast, before you knew?” 

You feel him stiffen a little and he sighs, his hand reaching up to caress your hair. “Honestly, I have no idea. You had called me a few hours before to let me know what had happened, so naturally I was in my panic state, pacing around my house, smoking joint after joint. Starting a project, not finishing it. When it had been about three hours of not hearing from you, I just felt this push that I needed to go to you. I heard screaming before I even pulled up to your house, I ended up parking on the sidewalk because I didn’t know who or what was screaming, and I ran. I saw you come down your steps, but you didn’t see me, and you just screamed so loud. Then your knees buckled, and I ran so fast. You kept screaming and…” he inhales deeply, his lips trembling. “Shit, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize this was gonna be hard to talk about. But, yeah. It fucking sucked, seeing you like that and not knowing why. But I just knew that I had to be there for you, I couldn’t just sit back and wait.” 

You blindly reach up to find his face. “As brutal as it was, I’m glad you were there. I don’t know what would’ve happened if you weren’t.” 

He kisses your palm. “I’m glad I was there too.” 

You rest your palm on his chest, and he covers it with his hand. You giggle. “What would she always say to you before you came into the house?” 

Eddie laughs and clears his throat, attempting to do his best impression of your mother with the Boston accent. “Eddie, I sweayah ta God. If ya don’t wipe ya feet before coming into my house…man, I miss her.” 

You chuckle and clench your fingers over his chest. “I miss her too. A lot of her is here still, in this house. I can feel it.” 

“Is that why you can’t sleep?” He chuckles. 

“No, your child kicking me in the ribs is why I can’t sleep.” You laugh. “But yeah, I keep thinking I hear her downstairs in the kitchen, making a midnight snack.” 

Eddie flicks the bedside light on, and you squint at the brightness. “Wanna go make a snack?” 

“Do we have food?” You ask, glancing up at him. 

“Tom and Susie stocked the entire kitchen. Yes, there’s food.” He laughs, jumping out of bed. He tightens the string on his plaid pajama pants and holds out his hand, to help you climb out of bed. You grunt, laughing loudly as a fart escapes you and you fall back on the bed. 

Eddie stares at you with a grin, helping you up again. “You are so sexy.” 

“Shut up, you know I’m extra gassy.” You laugh, standing up straighter and pulling down your night shirt, you place your hand on your lower back, and groan, stepping in your slippers.  The two of you shuffle down into the kitchen; you decided to make decaf tea while Eddie rummaged through the cabinets. He looks at you with a raised eyebrow. 

“How hungry are you?” You stare at him hard, and he laughs. “Okay dumb question. How about…everything pizza, on French bread?” 

You were already picking at the blueberries as you sat at the kitchen table, and you meet his eyes. “You really know your way into my panties. Yes, pizza. Everything.” 

He laughs, kissing the side of your head. He preheats the oven, and you get together all the ingredients, which was a lot: cheese, peppers, pepperoni, sausage, olives, spinach, mozzarella, and ham. The two of you laughed the entire time in the kitchen, and when the pizzas were done and you were both full, you sat on the couch in the living room. He laid on his stomach talking to your belly while you played with his hair. 

“And then, when mommy has a weekend away with Auntie Robin. It will just be us dudes, I’ll get you your own little toy guitar, maybe some drums and we can go to a strip club…ow!” You pull his hair and he laughs loudly. “Okay, okay, when you’re eighteen. We can just hang at home; I’ll show you all my favorite musicians and I’ll get you your first set of dice. How’s that sound?” Eddie giggles, kissing your stomach. “I can’t wait to meet you, little man.” 

Something happens to you just then; you feel a warm liquid pool between your legs and a dull ache in your lower back. You gasp quietly and Eddie sits back on his heels. “Um, well I don’t think you have to wait any longer cause my water just broke.” 

“Oh shit.” Eddie scoots off the couch, nearly tripping over the leg of the coffee table to get the hospital bags.  You scoot forward and lift yourself off the couch, breathing deeply. You carefully step out of your soiled underwear, noting that whatever came out of you wasn’t water. And another dull ache hits your lower back as you pull on a pair of sweatpants. 

“How far apart?” Eddie rushes in the room, handing you your jean jacket as he’s awkwardly throwing his t-shirt over his head. His boots are already on, untied and he zips up both duffle bags. 

“They’re not that painful yet.” Your heart was racing as you slip your feet into your converse. You start panicking a little and Eddie takes your hand, dropping the bags. 

“Hey baby, look at me, look at me.” He cups your face, his brown eyes wide with panic and joy. “You got this, okay?” 

“Yeah?” You say, inhaling deeply and he kisses your forehead, your hand shakes as you squeeze his. “Bags are packed? Clothes, diapers, my stuff, hair brush…” 

“Everything is here.” He tells you gently and you let out a sigh of relief, almost laughing. 

“Okay, let me go shit out this kid.” 

“So metal.” Eddie mutters with a laugh as the two of you walk out to your car and he double checks the car seat is nice and secure. You sit in the front seat, breathing deeply. Eddie drives out of the neighborhood to head towards the hospital. 

They took you into a room almost immediately, it was spacious, quiet. The doctor had come in, she had checked your cervix, and you were only 1 cm dilated. The contractions weren’t too severe yet, so they wanted to wait until you were a few more centimeters to give you the epidural. You lay on the hospital bed; Eddie had propped you up on the pillows. You had an IV line in your hand, and a heart monitor around your belly. 

The contractions came out of nowhere, and they fucking hurt. Your labor and delivery nurse, a nice lady named Rita, suggested that you get up and walk around, and do some deep breathing. You had your hand on your lower back, and inhale deeply when the pain radiated down your legs. You groan, Eddie comes over to you, gently rubbing your back and you put your hand up. 

“Be gone from me!” You said through your teeth, sounding like something out of a Monty Python film. “Don’t touch me.” 

Eddie steps back, putting his hands up in surrender and trying his best not to laugh, but he felt so bad for you. You lean over on the bed, resting your head in between your elbows as the pain subsides. You sit up straight and request an exercise ball, thinking the movement would help ease the contractions but, it didn’t. You groan again, your insides feeling like they’re being pulled apart by a vice grip and you grit your teeth. Your rest your forehead on your arms, breathing deeply. 

“Hey, uh, Rita? Could we do something about this?” You say, your voice shaking with pain. Rita informs your doctor that you were ready for the epidural, she checks your cervix, you were only 5 cm. The anesthesiologist comes in to discuss the next steps. You bounce on the ball, Eddie had placed a cold washcloth on the back of your neck, you were overheating and full of rage. If the drugs weren’t in your system soon, you would be okay with committing murder. 

He was a tall man, with bright blue eyes, and a kind smile. You stare at his face, trying your best not grimace and feeling grateful for these three minutes of being pain free. He starts to talk about what to expect when a wave of contractions hits you and you put your hand up to his face, quieting him. 

“No.” You say, through your teeth. “Hold on.” 

The anesthesiologist looks at Eddie and Eddie shrugs. “Give her a minute.” 

The pain subsides and you lift your head up, smiling. “Okay, go on.” 

He smiles sympathetically, letting you know what to expect, what could go wrong, what could work and not work. He said you wouldn’t be able to feel anything from the waist down, and it will slow down your labor, but you’d be able to rest comfortably until you were ready to deliver. 

You were more than ready to get the epidural. Eddie had to leave the room once he saw the needle because he almost passed out, which freaked you out because you yourself hated needles and were also worried about him, but you didn’t even feel it once the needle went in. Once you were settled, Eddie had come back into the room to find you laying comfortably on the bed. 

“Hey baaaaaby.” You say with a grin. 

He laughs, pulling up a chair and sitting next to you. “Hey, feeling good?” 

“Oh this is wonderful. I can’t feel my legs, or anything below the waist.” You gaze at his features. “God, you’re beautiful.” 

He kisses the top of your hand and smiles. “Wanna get some sleep?” 

“Oh I’m gonna try.” You cup his cheek gently, staring into his brown eyes. “You know I love you, right?” 

“You tell me everyday.” He smiles at you. “I love you too.” 

You felt like you had fallen asleep for maybe twenty minutes. It had been three hours, and you feel sudden pressure near your pelvic area. You hold onto the railings of the bed and let out a groan. Your epidural was wearing off, and this baby was coming. 

“It’s time.” You say through your teeth as your head falls back against the pillow. Eddie is at your side immediately and the nurse pages the doctor who was there in less than a minute. You were in a fog, the lights seemed brighter and there was so many things happening in the room you could only focus on what was happening to your body. 

“Okay honey, deep breath in and push.” The doctor says and you could feel her hands near your lower half, but it felt foreign, there was still almost no feeling. You squeeze your eyes shut and push, Eddie was holding your leg up and gently coaxing you. 

“You got this baby, you got it.” He says, even his voice felt foreign to you. 

What was happening? 

“I can’t…I can’t…” You let out a whimper, tears spring to your eyes and your head falls back against the pillow. You’re able to collect yourself for less than a minute before another wave of a contraction goes through you and you attempt to lift yourself on your elbows and try to get your brain to use muscles you could barely feel. 

Get him out. Get him out he needs to be out. 

I can’t do this. I can’t do this. 

“The head is out! Come on honey, one big push for me, you’re doing so good.” The doctor says and you grimace, letting out a gasp. 

“No, no, no. I can’t, I can’t…”

“You’re doing so good baby, you’re doing so good.” Eddie says, looking into your eyes and smiling large. Your vision was blurring, the tears hot on your face. A painful cry escapes you and it feels like the lower half of you is being split open and you feel the doctor's hands push you apart. 

What the fuck is happening to me 

What is happening to me 

I can feel this 

It hurts 

Please get him out 

“Shoulders out! Keep going! One more big push, honey!” 

You grit your teeth and your head plops against the pillow. The pain was too much, you were tired, you were so tired…

The most beautiful sound in the world reaches your ears. New lungs expanding, new lungs breathing, crying…

You hear Eddie let out a soft sob. “Baby, you were right. He’s out, he’s here.” 

You lift your head, seeing the face of your newborn son as they place him on your naked chest. His cries are music to your ears, and you couldn’t believe he was yours. He was so warm against your chest. 

Why is everything foggy? 

Why is it getting dark? 

The blood pressure machine attached to you beeps loudly. 

No no no no no. This isn’t supposed to happen. Something isn’t right. 

It was suddenly cold where he was on your chest. 

Where are they taking him?! 

Eddie says your name, you can hear the panic in his voice. 

“Her BP is dropping, she’s hemorrhaging!” The doctor's voice sounded so far away. A mask goes over your face, and you had tunnel vision. 

No this isn’t right! This isn’t supposed to happen! Don’t close your eyes! Don’t fucking close your eyes! Your son needs you! Don’t you fucking dare! Don’t you –

They have the pull Eddie away from the rail of the bed as you completely lose consciousness. 

“What is happening to her?!” He yells as he stares at your unmoving form. A male nurse takes his arm and brings him towards the double doors. “Where are you taking my son?! What the fuck is happening?!” 

“You need to step outside; we need to get her stable. Your son will be in the nursery, a nurse will take you there, but you need to let us help her.” The nurse tells him gently. 

“Help her!? What do you…” Eddie notices the blood finally, and his heart falls out of his chest and through his stomach. “Oh my…no! No! What is happening?!” Tears are pouring from his eyes as the nurse has to drag him out the doors. His eyes dart from you to the little bassinet with your son as he disappears down the hall. The nurse finally gets him through the doors into a small waiting room and physically sits him on the chair. 

“Get your fucking hands off me!” Eddie yells at him and tries to stand but his legs are wobbly, they feel like jello. He felt like he was sinking, and he feels the hot tears on his face. He was angry, overwhelmed, terrified, so fucking terrified. The nurse stops him from collapsing to the floor and awkwardly puts him in the chair. 

“I’m gonna need you to calm down.” He tells him gently. 

“My son…where did they take my son…” He doesn’t even recognize the sound of his own voice. Everything felt fake. His eyes are wide as he stares at the doors of the delivery room. 

“They took him to the nursery to get him cleaned up, Rita will come and get you and bring you to him, but first I need you to take a deep breath with me.” The man’s eyes were kind, but Eddie was in no mood for kind. 

Eddie’s eyes narrow and fix on the nurse, pure anger on his face. “What is happening to her?” 

“They’re doing everything they can for her right now. I need you to relax for me.” 

“Don’t fucking tell me to relax! Is she dying?! Is my wife dying?!” 

My wife. 

Soon to be.

Too late now. 

Eddie’s hands go over his mouth, and he lets out an angry groan. So many things scream in his brain at this exact moment, and he couldn’t handle it. He couldn’t fucking handle it. She was dying. She was fucking dying and they couldn’t even tell him that. What would he tell her dad? What would they tell their son when he grew up? 

My son. 

“Take me to him now.” Eddie stands up and the nurse steps back a little. He goes to object but Rita comes around the corner, a sweet smile on her face. 

“Come on honey, you need to be with your son. He’s ready for you.” She says gently. Suddenly, his feet feel cemented to the floor as his eyes fix on the door to the delivery room. He trembled violently; his brown eyes almost black as the tears flowed freely. He feels Rita’s soft hand on his arm. 

“Come on, walk with me.” 

Eddie’s gaze slowly fixes on hers, his eyes wide, rimmed red. She gently takes his arm and brings him down to towards the nursery where there’s a separate room. Eddie wipes his face, as they go into the room, and he sees your son in the arms of one of the nurses, giving him a bottle. Eddie’s breath hitches as he stares at him, a smile graces his lips. Rita gently nudges him and guides him to the sink to wash his hands. Eddie quickly washes them, and the other nurse stands up with him, and gently places him in Eddie’s arms. They guide him to sit in the rocking chair and hand him the bottle, quietly shutting the door behind him. 

Eddie stares at the face of his newborn son, so small in his arms. He made soft coos and squeaks, Eddie felt something shift inside him, felt warmth and joy creep into his gut as his son looks into his eyes. He couldn’t stop the pain that hit his chest as he rocks him gently and puts the bottle to his lips, a son needs his mother. 

Eddie couldn’t believe something so beautiful could exist and part of it have his DNA. One of his tears falls on the baby’s forehead, Eddie gently wipes it away and presses his lips to his head. “We’re gonna be okay. So is your mom. That I can promise you.” He whispers to him before quietly sobbing in the rocking chair, petting his little head. He promised him. He promised. She was gonna be fine. 

She was gonna be fine. 

A sudden brightness causes you to squint as you feel a warmth around you. You were outside, but why were you outside? You were standing on a dock, overlooking the lake. Where were you? Where was Eddie? You walk towards the lake on the dock, you see the silhouette of a woman leaning against the railing. All you can hear is the sounds of your own breathing, and your own footsteps as you walk towards her. 

Something felt off. 

Why were you outside? 

When you approach the woman, she turns to you and a tight groan escapes your chest. 

You were staring into the eyes of your mother. 

You stumble back a step, holding onto the railing as you stare at her. Tears spring to your eyes, she was so beautiful. She looked ethereal. 

“It’s okay honey, it’s just me.” She says to you gently. 

“Why are you here?” You whisper, trying to balance yourself on shaky legs. “What is this…you’re…”

“Dead?” Your mom laughs. “Oh I am. Dead as a doornail.” Her eyes meet your panic-stricken ones, and she sighs. “I’m sorry honey, did you really think my dark humor would go away when I kicked it?”

A smile hits your lips, but you shake your head. “What is happening? Where is Eddie?” You felt something else missing too, but you couldn’t place it. 

“Eddie is where he’s always been.” She smiles. “I miss that beautiful brown eyed goofball. He looks like him.” 

“Who?” You suddenly felt terrified, but your feet were unable to move. “Mom, I don’t think I’m supposed to be here.” 

“You’re not.” Your mother meets your eyes, smiling sadly. “But you are.” 

That’s when you hear his cries, they echo in the distance, off the lake, you feel it in your very core. 

Your son. Your newborn son. 

“No no no no no no no.” You turn towards your mother, grabbing her arms, they were warm. “No! This isn’t happening. I’m not dead. I’m not fucking dead! I’m not leaving him! I can’t do that to him! He needs me! LIKE I NEEDED YOU!” You sob as you fix your eyes on your mothers, and her eyes are filled with tears. 

“Then fight.” She tells you with such determination and pride in her voice. “Do what I was too weak to do. Fight it. Your heart still beats.” 

The cries get louder in the distance and your body shakes with sobs. You felt your heart split in two all over again as you turn back towards her. “I don’t want to leave you.” 

“You need to.” She reaches up to touch your face. “Baby, I’m okay, but you’re not. That’s why I’m here. Fight this. Fight. Turn around and run. Go before it’s too late. Eddie needs you. My grandson needs you. All you need to do is open your eyes, just open your eyes and breathe.” 

“What if I can’t?” You sob. “Mom, I miss you so much.” 

“You can!” Her voice breaks, gently shaking your head in her hands. “I have never left you. I’ve always been here. I miss you so much too baby, but you can’t stay here. You need to go. I’ll be here when it’s your time but it’s not your time. Not now.” 

“Mom…” You cry. 

She pulls your head down and kisses your forehead. “You need to wake up now.” 

A gasp escapes your lips as your eyes snap open, the smells of disinfectant and floral hit your nostrils. Your vision was still blurry, and you squeeze your eyes shut. Your hand immediately goes to your stomach, and you whimper loudly, feeling a scream billow in your chest. 

“Where is he?!” Your voice is barely above a whisper, you feel something plastic in your nose and you pull it out, hearing a soft hiss, pushing yourself up on your elbows. You see Eddie’s face appear in front of you as he holds your face in his hands. 

“Hey hey hey. Relax, relax. He’s fine. He’s perfect, he’s in the nursery. All 7 pounds, 6 ounces of him.” His voice sounds relieved as he stares into your eyes. You remember that look, he was making sure you were real. 

“What happened?” Your lip trembles.

Eddie sighs deeply. “After he was out, you wouldn’t stop bleeding. You had hemorrhaged pretty soon after. It was…it was touch and go…we almost lost you.” 

Your lip trembles and you shake your head. “All I remember is seeing his face, and then just complete darkness. Did I even hold him? Did he even feel me? Oh god...”

He cups your cheek. “You held him. They put him right on your chest. He saw you.” 

“Why isn’t he here yet? I want to see him.” You flinch, trying to move, the lower half of you still sore. Eddie tells you that you had to have stitches from a third-degree tear and that you would be healing for about 6 weeks from it. Eddie gets the nurse to go bring him in from the nursery; you sit up in bed, Eddie had fluffed your pillows, and your heart skips a few beats when they wheel him in his bassinet, all swaddled looking like a little glow worm. 

Baby boy Munson was written on the card above his head with his weight and day of birth. Eddie picks him up gently, mimicking his little coos. 

“Come here, little dude. Time to see Mama.” 

You smile as Eddie places him gently in your arms and you let out a sigh of relief as you stare at him. The first thing you notice about him is his dimples on both cheeks. His little hand squeezes around your finger and you let out a cry. Eddie kisses the side of your face, and you turn to kiss to his lips deeply. 

“Oh god, I’m so happy he’s here.” You cry silently and take in a deep breath. “We need to name him.” 

“I was waiting for you.” He scoots in the bed next to you, gently rubbing his finger over the baby’s nose. 

You look at his face; you could already see the similarities between him and Eddie. You could also see similarities of you and him. 

“How about…Hunter? Hunter James Munson.” 

Eddie’s eyes light up. “That has a pretty awesome ring to it. Yeah, Hunter. I love that.” 

“Yeah?” You smile and giggle, Hunter’s eyes open as he looks at you. “Hunter James Munson…born on June…”

You stop talking when you notice the date. 

It had been one year. It had been one year today since your mother died. Hunter was born the day before, at 11:58pm. Eddie follows your gaze; it takes him a minute to realize the significance of the date. You begin to sob, your entire body shaking as the cries flow through you. You gently rock Hunter in your arms, kissing his forehead, whispering sweet things in his ear. Eddie wraps his arms around you, hugging you to his chest.  The thing is, you were happier than you had been in a long time, but a little sad. Sad because, it had a been a year, and you couldn’t feel her anymore. You realize it will be like that forever, every happy moment in your life will always be a little sad, but that’s okay. 

That’s okay. 

The weeks after he had come home was some of the most terrifying and uplifting moments of your life. Hunter was an easy baby; he would only wake up once during the night for a feeding and sleep all the way through the morning until 7:30am. Wayne had visited Boston with your father, and you have never seen two men look so happy to be holding a tiny baby in their arms. Wayne had tears in his eyes, even though he tried to hide it. Your father was over the moon and wept the entire time he held him.  The first few weeks, Eddie had to carry you into your bedroom because you had fallen asleep next to Hunter’s crib watching him. You had done that almost every day. You were terrified he wasn’t breathing, even though you knew he was. The doctor’s had called it postpartum anxiety. You were only comfortable enough to talk about it with Eddie and your doctor; it was the nineties, mental health especially with mother’s would brand you unfit or psycho. You had so much anxiety, and while Hunter slept, you didn’t sleep. You cleaned things that were already clean, you would re-organize his bedroom, tidy up the living room after Eddie had just cleaned up.  You were sleep deprived, hungry, irritable and hormonal. It was around 3 in the morning when Eddie found you leaning your head on the counter next to the coffee pot, sleeping with the mug still in your hand. Hunter would be waking up in twenty minutes. 

“Baby, go to sleep. I got him.” Eddie tells you gently. 

Your eyes shoot open, and you stand up straighter. “No, it’s okay, I’m fine. The bottle is all set.” 

“That’s coffee, sweetheart.” He drapes your hair over your shoulder. 

You blink, staring at the bottle and then back at him. “Oh.” Tears immediately spill from your eyes. Eddie pulls you to him, kissing the side of your head

“Breathe, baby. You’re okay.” 

“No, I’m not okay!” You cry. “I could’ve burned him! I’m so tired but if I sleep, I won’t hear him, and if I don’t hear him, he won’t get fed or changed or…”

“Baby, baby, look at me.” Eddie holds your face in his hands. You grip his wrists, you didn’t feel human, you felt like an empty shell, a hermit crab running around trying to find shelter. “I have watched you become the most amazing mother in just six weeks. You’re a natural at it, it’s kind of scary. But you need to give yourself a break. Let me do things. Take a hot bath, go to the record store, go see your mom’s friends. He is going to be perfectly okay.”

“If people see that I’m out and about they’ll judge me because I’m not with him and you’re with him and I don’t want to look like a bad mother.” Your lip quivers at the words.

“Fuck ‘em. Seriously, baby, fuck them. You’re a good mother for taking care of yourself. How does society expect women to take care of their children if they don’t take care of themselves?” 

“It’s a man’s world, Eddie.”

“Well, fuck the patriarchy. Fuck societal rules on how you should look like a mother. Fuck all of that. Women are the reason those fuckers have two legs to stand on. I’ll fight anyone who gives my wife shit for wanting to pamper herself.” 

“Not wife yet.” You laugh and he rolls his eyes and smiles. He had given you the ring soon after the three of you came home. It sat beautifully on your finger, and every time you looked at the emerald setting, you felt your love for him grow deeper and deeper. As corny as that sounded, but you did. 

He takes your hand. “I don’t need a piece of paper to tell me that you’re my wife. Endgame, baby, remember?”

You nod and he kisses your lips. “Go take a nap, take a bath, get yourself dolled up, and go be a human. I got this. You know I do.”

You knew he did. So, you listened, and slowly but surely, you were starting to feel like yourself again. Watching Eddie as a father was something you only see in the movies. He was so present, so hyper focused on everything Hunter did that it made you wonder if somehow you were dreaming this life. Robin and Steve had come to visit for the weekend when Hunter was two months old. You and Robin had sat in the kitchen while him and Steve laid on the floor in the living room with Hunter on his back, smiling at the little animals that hung from his play mat. Steve laid on his stomach with his chin resting on his arms while Eddie laid on his back next to Hunter, making the animals dance and doing the sounds, getting loud coos out of Hunter.

“Look at them.” Robin giggles, nudging you. 

You glance over and suppress your giggle. “Should we start the wedding planning? They look like the two happiest dads in the world.” 

“Too bad it can only be a civil union.” Robin sighs, and you gently rub her shoulders. 

“Hey.” You say to her, and she looks at you. “It’s gonna happen one day, okay? I know it is. And when it does, I’ll officiate it because I would be honored to marry my best friend and whatever lucky lady falls into her lap.” 

“You’d do that?” She asks with a sweet smile. 

“Are you kidding? Of course, I would! I might be choking on my own tears, but I’ll do it.” 

Robin laughs, hugging you close. “Mmm, I’m so happy for you guys. It’s crazy seeing you two as parents.”

“I know, right?” You laugh, looking at Eddie blowing raspberries on Hunter’s tummy. “He’s so good at it, being a dad. Music has always been his calling, but I think this beats that.” 

“Have you guys…you know…” Robin winks and nudges you and you laugh loudly. 

“Uhhh, no. It’s been too busy; we’ve been too tired.” You sigh. “It took me a long time to heal, but the doctor said everything is up and running the way it should be.” 

“Vagina back to it’s pretty old self?” 

“Yes, and she is so angry, Robin.” 

You cover your hands with your face, finally being able to talk to someone about your overactive sex drive with your lack of sex was starting to turn you into a feral beast. Every time Eddie would so much as touch you gently, you felt like you would bust. You found yourself humping your pillow at night just to feel a sensation between your legs and even that was too much of a chore.

“Damn girl, you need to get laid.” Robin laughs. 

“I know, I know.” You sigh. “I just have to time it right.” 

“Timing things right with a two-month-old? Good luck.” 

Robin was right, and you knew that. You hated that all you kept thinking about was sex. Obviously, Hunter was on your mind twenty-four hours a day, but there was a hunger inside you that needed to quit being starved. Part of you was also scared. Would your vagina reopen? Would it feel wrong to him? Would he hate how it feels down there? Would you hate it? 

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

It was hot tonight; you had noticed coming in from the back porch after smoking some weed. You were thankful for this house having central air conditioning, and that you didn’t have to worry about Hunter being too hot or too cold. You peel off your shorts, leaning against the kitchen island in just your underwear and oversized Queen t-shirt, scanning through a grocery flyer as you place the baby monitor down. You overheated a lot faster since having Hunter; you were always freezing but now your body didn’t know how to regulate temperature. 

The sound of the front door opening reaches your ears, and you hear Eddie’s footfalls as he comes through the foyer down the hallway. He had his black t-shirt draped over his shoulder, sweat glistens his chest and his jeans hung low. He had been in the garage most of the night, writing music and jamming on the guitar. You don’t turn around when he comes in, you were still very interested in the grocery flyer. He hadn’t expected you to be leaning over the kitchen island in just your underwear; your ass held its perfect shape, with added weight on the cheeks from the pregnancy, and it made him hard just staring at you. There was always something so beautiful about a woman’s body. Eddie loved all shapes, all sizes; he loved the magic a woman’s body could create. To him, you were something out of a mythology; you grew a tiny human inside you, were near death and survived. He wanted to worship that body of yours; it had been too long, and he craved every inch of you.  He approaches you from behind; you still ignore him, but you smirk when you feel his heat radiate onto your skin. His lips gently kiss the back of your neck, and you sigh.

“Hi.” He whispers to you, his ringed fingers curl around the fabric of your t-shirt, gently rubbing your bare skin underneath. 

“Hi.” You purposely push your ass into him more and you hear him softly grunt. 

His lips go behind your ear, gently nipping at the skin. “He asleep?” 

“Mhm.” Your eyes flutter close, the feelings in your lower belly creeping in between your legs and you feel instantly wet. His hand goes around to knead your belly, and his other hand goes to your hip, squeezing the skin gently. You moan softly, and quickly turning around, curling your fingers into his hair and pulling his mouth to yours. He pushes his body into you and your back slightly bends against the island, his tongue pushes its way into your mouth as the two of you couldn’t keep your hands off each other. His hand moves its way down between your legs while you stand there, and he palms you over your underwear, groaning at the wetness. A moan escapes you, and he pulls away biting your lip. You stare into each other’s eyes and spot the familiar lust you both thought you had forgotten. His thumb moves along your lips, your chin, your cheek and his hand curls at the nape of your neck. He kisses you again; your hands glide over his chest, feeling his muscles tense at his abdomen as you push your hand into his jeans, taking his erection in your hand and teasing it softly. He growls in your mouth, smiling as he pulls away from you, his lips hover over yours and he lets out a sharp breath as you pump faster on his cock. 

He kisses and licks down your throat, gently nipping at your collarbone, his hands gliding up to cup your supple breasts. He pulls you towards him by your ass, easily hoisting you up, wrapping your legs around him. You kiss his neck, his shoulders and his face as he carries you to the living room. The two of you stumble onto the couch, the kissing growing more intense as his hands push your shirt up roughly, moving his face down to nip the soft skin at your ribs, licking stripes all over your breasts and taking your hardened nipple in his mouth, groaning as he sucked. A groan escapes you and your toes curl; the sensation flowing through you like a parade of butterflies. He grinds himself against you; you felt the pressure from his cock through his jeans stimulate your clit and you let out a heavy sigh. He sucks on your nipple harder, groaning as his hands move down to your clit. 

“Mmmm, you’re so wet. Did you miss me?” He asks, his voice erotic and smooth. 

You whimper out a response and he kisses you again, moving your underwear to the side to glide his two fingers inside you. 

“Ahhhunnnnghh, ooh Eddie…”  Your back arches and you moan loudly; it had been so long since he had been inside you, and these were just his fingers. He moans at the tightness he felt from you and pumps his fingers in and out. You felt the tingles in your lower belly, the lovely feeling of euphoria about to hit its peak when he suddenly stops. You lift your head to look at him breathless, and you feel yourself getting wetter as you look into his eyes. His pupils were dilated, his beautiful brown eyes were almost black; he looked like a wolf on a hunt, and he was ready to eat. He scoots back on his heels, laying his back down on the other side of the couch. You lift your head to stare at him and he grins widely. 

“Get up here and ride my fucking face.” He tells you breathlessly. You don’t object; in one swift motion you’re pulling off your shirt, while stepping out of your underwear. You straddle him, greedily kissing his lips, licking down to bite his neck, and grind your pussy on the top of his jeans. You kneel with your legs on either side of his head, and he scoots down, his breath hot against your cunt. He looks up at you from where he laid, and grips your ass with both hands, pushing you into his mouth. Your head lulls back, feeling his tongue lap at your clit, sucking and tugging the skin around it. You move your hips in sync with his mouth; groaning loudly, feeling as if your soul left your body. His tongue swirls around your clit, leaving soft butterfly kisses on that sensitive bundle. 

“Fuck my face.” He groans against you, and he spanks your ass, getting you to squeal and squirm as you lean back on your palms, rolling your hips against his mouth, moving faster and faster. Your moans were getting louder as the pressure in your belly builds, the pure ecstasy you felt as he sucked you dry. 

“You like the taste of me, baby?” You ask him, biting your lip as you moan loud, and he whimpers in response; the tip of his tongue moves quicker against your clit. “Unnnghhh, I’m gonna cum all over your mouth, baby. Ohhh, oooh, fu-fuck Eddie, ahhh. God, you’re so good at this.” You sound almost whiney, and that sets him off, licking you faster, biting your clit gently and groaning. You roll your hips faster, and he squeezes your ass, burying his face deeper into your cunt as you felt your orgasm hit your depths. 

You cry out, your body trembles and your head falls back, mouth falling open in a gasp. He continues to devour you, tasting every inch of you until you can’t handle it anymore and you fall back on the cushions. Your chest heaves, and he stands up. His lips swollen, his chin covered in you, and he snaps the buttons of his jeans, stepping out of him.  You take in his entire form. The muscles on his chest, his beautiful artwork of tattoos on his arm, his chest, his belly. Your favorite one that graced his hip and up half his back. Everything about him was beautiful, and he was yours. 

He fists his cock as his eyes fix on you, smiling, drunk on lust and he glides up your body, his tongue leaving a wet trail all the way to your lips. He hooks your leg around his waist, kissing you deeply, squeezing the skin above your hip. He grinds his cock against your folds, and you moan again. Your hands caress his back, his shoulders, and move down to squeeze his perfect ass. He groans against your mouth, gently biting your lip as he pulls away, his hair tickling your chin. He cups your face, the coolness of his rings send shivers down your spine and you spread your legs apart. He leans back on his heels, licking his hand and rubbing his cock. He lines up with your entrance, and slowly pushes himself inside you. 

Your eyes flutter close, a small whimper escaping you as you feel him stretch you out, and he groans loudly. 

“Ohhhh fuuuck.” He moans, letting out a laugh. “You’re so tight, holy shit.” 

He rocks his hips back and forth, watching himself go in and out of you. You felt wild, feral, and it felt like sparks of electricity coursing through your blood stream. You moan loud, pushing his ass into you with your hands.

“Fuck me baby.” You groan out, and a low growl rumbles in his chest. He rolls his hips, fucking you so hard the hinges in the couch squeaked loudly. You bring your hand up to his mouth, he sucks your fingers and groans. You take your hand away, gliding it down to his ass, squeezing his cheek. A guttural sound escapes him as you insert your finger into his ass and his eyes flutter close, his thrusts getting a little sloppy before he collects himself and fucks into you.

“Fuuuuck.” He moans. “You dirty girl, I forgot about this.” 

“How could you?” You whisper erotically and push your finger deeper, your finger hitting his prostate and a hot gasp escapes his lips. His head falls back as he rams into you, he grips your thighs hard, leaving beautiful little bruises. You remove your finger, arching your hips, screaming as he gets deeper. 

“Right there, baby, don’t stop, fuuuuck, don’t stop.” You whine. 

“Cum again for me baby.” He groans. “Unnnnghhh, fuck! I wanna feel that pussy cum.” He cups both of your breasts, pinching your erect nipples. A sound so pornographic escape you as he continues to slam his cock into you. He leans down, bringing his nipple in your mouth and sucking, groaning as he could feel his own orgasm building. 

“Fuckfuckfuckfuck.” You moan, inhaling a whiney gasp. “Oh god baby, oh fuck…I’m cumming…I’m cumming…” 

You let out a scream, moaning in his ear, your nails scrape down his back, drawing a little blood and a broken moan escapes him as he cums with you, burying his face in your chest. The sounds from the both of you echo off the walls, your entire body shook, the tingles in your lower belly continue as he keeps rolling his hips into you, getting every last bit of him inside you. You swallow a lump, holding his head to your chest as he trembles, both of your chests heaved with erotic violence, and you were both dripping with sweat. He lifts his face to look into your eyes, his lips were swollen, his face flushed, and he grins, completely fucked out. You kiss his lips gently, curling your fingers through his hair and he slides out of you, laying his cheek back down on your chest. 

“I can’t feel my legs.” You laugh, kissing the top of his head, swallowing hard again. “Good thing he sleeps through the night.”

“I could use a shower.” Eddie mutters into your chest, his forehead damp. 

“Mmmm, me too.” You say, closing your eyes and you smile. “Crazy what a whole year can bring. Imagine if we never told each other how we felt.” 

“Nope.” He says, his hair tickling your chest as he shakes his head. “I could never. You and Hunter are my life now. I can’t imagine my life without either one of you.” He meets your eyes, resting his chin on your chest, his dimples so prominent as he smiles. 

You rub his cheek gently. “I couldn’t imagine it either. I’m happy you fucked yourself up in the mud that day.”

He laughs and kisses your lips. “I’m happy you didn’t leave me there.”

There is a thing about love stories. It’s ever changing, it’s growing. Sometimes it’s easy, sometimes it’s hard. The thing about you and Eddie, you were more than just lovers, you were partners, in everything and anything you did. Two years after the birth of Hunter, you gave birth to a beautiful baby girl and named her Amelia Grace Munson. She completed your little family. As Hunter grew, he looked more like Eddie. His eyes were a beautiful hazel, he had Eddie’s eye shape and his curly locks. He even acted like him, and it was hysterical to watch the frustration coming from Eddie when Hunter would give sass back to him, and Eddie would tell himself it was his punishment for all the stupid shit he did as a kid, but they were best friends. Eddie had bought Hunter a drum kit when he was six years old, and you both were amazed at how quick he learned a rhythm. Amelia reminded you of your mother, even with her facial expressions. She also had Eddie’s beautiful curls; her brown hair had hints of red in it. Watching him become a girl dad was the sweetest thing in the world.  She had learned how to paint nails, and Eddie would let her paint his nails any color she wanted. Some days they were all pink, some days there were yellow, blue and green. She even painted his toenails black.  She was a wonderful singer; she had learned all Corroded Coffin’s songs when she was around ten and when the boys from the band would come visit, they would all play in the garage.  When Massachusetts became the first state to legalize same sex marriage in 2004, Robin and her partner Maria, moved to Boston and you kept your promise. You officiated their wedding, almost choking on your tears, but the ceremony was the most beautiful thing you had ever been a part of. Steve was Robin’s best man, and he was expecting his third child with his wife Michelle.  Eddie was the best man at Dustin’s wedding, he had married Suzie on a beautiful winter day. 

Your kids knew everything about your mother, you made sure of it. They would ask you questions about her, ask to see pictures. Amelia had told you one day that she was pretty sure your mother was a fairy tale princess, and when she was old enough to have children, she would tell them those stories. 

Wayne had gotten sick in 2010; Eddie wanted to go back to Indiana to take care of him for however long he could, but Wayne refused. Your father ended up taking Wayne in, assisting him with doctor’s appointments, and had hospice care set up when it was time. Eddie, you and the kids all said goodbye to Wayne on March 18th 2011. He had died peacefully in his bed, holding Eddie’s hand as he silently cried, thanking him for the life he had given him.  Your father had passed away at 82, in 2019. He had no health issues, he just simply went to sleep, and didn’t wake up; you had him cremated and buried part of him with your mother. It had been years since you felt at peace being at the cemetery, but knowing your parents were together again made everything easier. You and Eddie were pushing sixty, but you would never know it. Hunter was a professional drummer, and Amelia was the singer of their band. Amelia’s voice was like Janis Joplin and Joni Mitchell; you had never seen Eddie prouder when he would be on stage with them. Yes, Eddie still played Sweetheart, the old girl still had her voice. The only difference with Eddie in his age was the color of his hair; he still kept it long, it still held its beautiful curls, but now it was a beautiful dark gray. He was still one of the most beautiful men you had ever seen. He also had a full tattoo sleeve on his other arm, as well as a throat tattoo. Hunter was the spitting image of his father, his hair wasn’t long, but it still held those beautiful curls. His entire body was covered in tattoos. He was the funniest person you knew; him and Eddie would get into silly arguments with each other that would always end with one of them laughing hysterically. They were the perfect duo. In a month, him and his wife Lena were going to make you and Eddie grandparents for the first time. To a little girl. Lena was like another daughter to you both; her and Hunter met in kindergarten and had become best friends. They went through everything together, and Hunter finally admitted his feelings when they were in their early twenties. Sound familiar? Amelia was strikingly beautiful; her hair had turned a beautiful auburn color as she got older, and it was all the way down to her waist. She was beautiful inside and out, she had a kind heart and a wit about her, you swore she was an old soul. She was an all-around daddy’s girl, the two of them would stay up late writing songs together in the garage. She was dating a kind girl named Kathryn; just the other day, Kathryn had asked you and Eddie permission to marry her. Of course, you both said yes.  Every day you and Eddie fell more and more in love with each other. It was always something new with the two of you, and you couldn’t have chosen a better person to live this life with you. The two of you had sat out on porch, a book laid across your lap, Eddie had his reading glasses on, scribbling in a notebook, adding lyrics to a song Amelia had written. You had your leg draped over his lap and had glanced over at him, he meets your eyes, smiling, his dimples still prominent as ever, and he winks at you. 

You lean over to kiss his lips softly, and he grins against your lips.

“Even after all these years, you still manage to give me butterflies.” He says, sweetly to you. 

“Are you sure it’s not a diverticulitis flare up?” You both laugh, cupping his cheek and kissing him again. “I love you.”

“I know.” He smiles at you, wrapping his arm around you, kissing the top of your head.

For so many years after the death of your mother; it felt so challenging to navigate the grief into your life. You didn’t want to continue with it most days, you wanted the grief to just stop, but eventually, you let the grief stay awhile. Grief was a part of you, and for so long you hated it. But now, you love that part of you. It lets you know that you’re human, that you know how to love, and to love hard.

And, you realize, it wasn’t the end of all things.

It was the beginning of everything. 

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thank you so much for reading this series and being apart of this journey with me! I honestly didn't think this would blow up like it did. I appreciate all of you so much. Don't worry, I got a few ideas up my sleeve so you will be getting more of our boy Eddie. Maybe some fantasy, horror, one shots, who knows?! ;) I love you all, thank you so much for reading.

[i-ate-your-dog-srry]

Hey hi hello, I think you’re a really cool artist and I was too scared to say this normally xD

BUT I LOVE YOUR ART RARARARRAEARA ITS SO GOOD!!!!!!

I’m gonna eat your art it looks so edible I love the way you draw!!

RAHHH!?!? AAA EEPPP AJJWJS WHOAAAA!!! THANK YOUUUUU THATS SO KIND!!! KWJWKSJ NOW IM BLUSHING AND KICKING MY LEGS BEHIND ME IN THE AIR!!!/P THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU!!!

[probablysimpledreams]

Omg hello Cam nation life has been wild but I wanna be on here more LOL I have two fics in the works rn (one Cora<3 and one Asahi <3 I have really been on my large and scary looking but actually loser sweetheart man kick lately <333) so hopefully spring break brings me creative energy or refreshes me so post-spring break me gets a creative streak

more to come regarding that

ANYWAYS

I started this post off half an edible last night and now am having a margarita at the airport since my flight got delayed💀 and since life has been crazy so the self ship brain rot has been INSANE lately esp bc me and one of my besties rewatched a bunch of HQ!! lately so I've been thinking about Asahi and am about to share all these ideas<3 I'm putting in undercut feel free to interact or share any of your self ships

We def met in class like some elective literature course. Our majors are so different with me being in anthropology and him in fashion school we both would pick some random historical literature class just to do something different and get out of our own departments. It would take at least half the semester for us to star talking though. I am notorious for a little classroom crush so I fell in love on sight, constantly talked about him to my friends, constantly had my friends asking if I had talked to him yet, stalked his Instagram to learn about him, etc. And though Asahi has a better grip on his anxiety when in college, he's still prone to anxious habits and after how people saw him in high school as "scary" he is not one to put himself out there. So he ends up having a lil classroom crush on me as the days go by and as I speak out more in class. I love a good chance to talk which I think he'd admire and it would make him fall for me. Half way through the semester I would finally make the move by asking him to be my partner on the newest assignment for the class. We'd both just be standing there like "holy fuck this hot person is talking to me" but not realize that the other is thinking it too LMAO. But you know as time went on and we got closer (being project partners meant the BEST reason to get his number see I be PLANNING) and I finally worked up the courage to ask him on a date and he said yes<33

Once finally in a relationship I feel like we'd have to opposite of a honeymoon phase. The first few months would be very awkward and we both overthink to the max so we'd be very scared of upsetting the other. After some time thought we'd finally have a nerve wracking yet honest conversation to actually establish boundaries, what we need, etc and like never have a relationship problem again. And that's when we both realize how much words of affirmations are both our love languages so we get comfortable being sappy<33 like we’re SO that couple saying cutesy shit 24/7 and leaving lil notes for each other on the mirror or in each other’s backpacks etc!! And we’re both not really PDA people so it balances perfectly😝

We have the same music taste for SURE like we both love some indie, mountain music I’m talking Briston Maroney, Noah Kahan, Backseat Lovers, etc we are both men with anxiety so this genre speaks to us🙏 However, Asahi does not understand the Lana hype but still supports me LOL sometimes I just have to cosplay a woman in a toxic relationship on the west coast (all things I’m just not💀) and he’s learned to let me have my fun after some reassurance that I just like the music and don’t actually think of him as bad (he’s too precious pls)

We are SO interested in each other’s line of work like I’m always excited over his sketches and pieces he’s making!!! And I’m always asking him a million questions about the process and all he does!! And on the same coin he’s always so fascinated with my research my main focus is on Pacific Archaeology so I always give him TedTalks™️ on everything he loves it!! I also intern at a museum so he’s always asking me questions about it. And a lot of what I’ve been lately at the museum is fashion history, so I love to tell him all about it!!

We compliment each other perfectly bc I’m very bubbly and outgoing!! So I’m very much a conversationalist and sometimes people think bc of that and my size that they can walk all over me. This is where Asahi’s natural intimation comes into play once mfs see him they KNOW not to fuck around. And on the other side, due to my extroverted nature I can easily jump into a conversation Asahi is actively trying to step away from without being rude. I feel like he gets quickly drained from strangers but I can talk to anyone for hours so I step him. This also is helpful bc I easily can make reservations and really any other scenario where he’s feeling too shy to directly say what he’s thinking/needs. I also am not afraid to fight for refunds and shit so he’s happy to let me take the wheel LOL

I just know we’d both get along with one another friends SO well😝 on that note Suga and I are so stoner buddies (you can’t tell me college suga didn’t smoke). Asahi would rarely smoke but when he does he just goes lol nonverbal and gets cuddly. Which honestly works good bc I just get happy and yap once again that perfect balance💗‼️

Most of our dates are just chill dates. We watch a LOT of TV together between anime and cooking shows and documentaries we just love a good lay in bed watching TV time. When we go out, it’s to museums and cafes!! We try and go to a cutey local coffee shop at least once a week just to get out. Sometimes it turns into homework dates or reading dates but mostly we just sit and talk and enjoy the fact there’s no rush. I currently have a coffee sticker book so he makes sure I always get a sticker when at new places🥺 I always switch up what I get but Asahi always gets a cappuccino and we usually split a lil pastry (usually I can talk him into buying multiple to try tho hehe)

I keep him updated on all the stupid TikTok drama bc I get disgustedly invested and that app can make me so mad so I go on RANTS about people being stupid it just always makes him laugh he thinks I’m just the most lovely thing all fired up even if it’s over something so unreal. I’m also OBSESSED with that Bistro Huddy tiktok series that is literally just one guy idk it’s SO good I make him watch it with me all the time LOL

Overall we are in love love🥰😝🥰

[tickledpink31]

write me all the cringey flirting wukong did toward Mari. It’s been a long while since I asked you probably came up with new things you want to write or draw about~

Uhh… *looks at closet full of Spiderverse hyperfixation, spidersona ideas, and Miguel O’Hara x reader fanfics* Yeah! I totally came up with more things to write about.

Nah, but for real. Young Wukong thinking he’s got rizz but he doesn’t really. It only works on Mari because she understands his love language as opposed to how normal people court.

“I’m the handsome monkey king! How can I not be great at courting!”

Courting 101 by The Great Sage Equal to Heaven:

If she throws a rock at you, it means she wants your attention

Offer edibles that will extend her lifespan

Make sure whoever you stole the edibles never finds you

Cling to her hair in your marmoset form after she washes it because it’s so soft and smells of fresh fruits

Hide in her pockets too

Assert your dominance by screeching at rival bachelors

Apologize for your screeching after the innkeeper kicked you out so that you aren’t denied of head scratches at night

Smacking that stupid pig for his bad decisions is considered a bonding exercise

Cling onto the hope that she loves you because she grooms your hair

If all else fails just take her on a cloud ride date

Also, “Coping with the fact that you won’t see your would-be wife in over a millenia after she turned into butterflies 101” by Sun Wukong

Try not to cry

Cry a lot

Tell your subjects that their queen will gone for a long while

Cry even more

Done with despair? Scare a deity who can predict the future into telling them when your beloved will be born

Buy gifts every year on her birthday and make sure it’s a seperate pile from your other junk.

Deny that you’ve become a bit of a hoarder from all the gifts

Oh yay! She came all the way to China to find you!

Oh shit. Lady Bone Demon possessed her.

[mikeyyyssgf]

party

amber freeman (21) x fem reader x mandy meeks SFW. just cute and romantic :) 18+ **AU where ghostface isnt a thing** warning: alcohol, weed

it was ambers 21st birthday. you rarely went to parties, but your best friend mindy invited you. hesitantly, you said yes. you weren’t really used to interacting with others socially.

upon entering, the smell of marijuana and blaring music overwhelmed you immediately. you look around, desperate for a place to hide. mindy pats your shoulder, reassuring you’re okay.

“it’s really loud” you tell her. mindy walks me over to the kitchen, where she meets amber. amber smiles at you, and you’re too star struck by her beauty to respond. mindy waves her hand in front of your face, trying to get your attention. “hey, someone’s talking to you!” she says. amber chuckles softly, “why are they so shy?”.

“here” amber says, handing you a shot. you don’t really drink, so you don’t know what’s in it. mindy discretely slides something out of her pocket. you read the label, it says “50mg of thc”. you open it, about to eat the whole thing, mindy and amber stop you immediately and mindy says “woah! not that much at once!”. amber giggles a little, “do you even smoke” she asks. you’re not sure what to say, you really rarely smoke. you don’t wanna look like a loser, but you also don’t wanna be fucked out of your mind all nights.

your eyes lock with her for a few seconds as she waits for your response, “honestly not that often.” mindy laughs and says “yeah so only take like a forth. we’re gonna split the rest okay?”. you sigh with relief. amber says sarcastically “what were you scared?”. you don’t wanna answer honestly. you just make a funny face and roll your eyes slightly. mindy pushes your arm and says “yeah, y/n seems scared”. your cheeks flush with embarrassment. amber smiles, “it’s okay we got you. we’ll be your baby sitters” she smirks at you a little bit.

she hands you a shot, reluctantly you down it. you make a disgusted face, your eyes start watering. mindy laughs, amber looks at you “i guess we shoudbe chased it with something. don’t worry i got you. we have soda, juice, water, and tomato juice.” you furrow your eyes for a second, unsure of what to answer. mindy says, “your best bet is juice, maybe even watered down juice.” amber nods in agreement. “okay thank you”, you say awkwardly. mindy chuckles a little bit, amber pours you the shot. “this should help calm you down, you’re probably a lightweight so two shots might get you a little sick, are you sure.” you don’t wanna look lame so you say, “of course, i never party really. i wanna make this night memorable.” mindy and amber laugh, “well you don’t wanna black out on us, drink it slowly and wait for about 15 minutes each time. also drink a lot of water”, amber tells you.

your face flushes with embarrassment as you take the drink from her. mindy giggles, “are you drunk already?”. it hasn’t really kicked in yet, embarrassed, you avoid eye contact. “no, it’s just too loud!” you say, laughing. amber and mindy look at you slightly concerned but attention to your need. “do you wanna go outside or downstairs, or a room?” amber asks. you laugh awkwardly, you didn’t like being asked to make decisions. “well, i uh, i’m not sure you choose.”, you say reluctantly, blushing more. mindy puts a hand on your shoulder, “well we can’t make the decision for you, but it is nice out so maybe outside?”. you smile and nod. “alright let’s go!” amber says.

mindy and amber walk with you outside, all of a sudden you start feeling it. you’re not sure if it’s the edible or the alcohol, but your body feels like it’s just,, not there. “oh my god, your eyes are so red!” mindy says. amber pushes her on the shoulder a little, “don’t embarrass them! it’s okay y/n, we’ll be with you” she reassurances you. mindy rolls her eyes, “okay i got it.” amber repeats back to her sarcastically and mockingly “yeah you got it huh?”. mindy tells her, “yeah whatever bitch FUCK YOU”. you furrow your eyebrows, playfully amber rubs your back and says “don’t worry we joke like this all the time!”. you laugh and say "me and mindy do too.. im just im just being shy today for some reason".

you, mindy and amber sit outside, enjoying the spring air. it was the part of the year where the weather is a bit unpredictable. one night its cold, the next warm, but this was one of the nights where it was really nice. it was 70. the only problem was the light breeze, drawing the smell of marijuana into your face making you squinch up your face a little.

after a few minutes, you guys start talking. you feel the anxious pit in your stomach start to settle, and you're able to actually engage. you start feeling more and more tipsy, words slurring a little as you talk. mindy laughs a little, but its barely noticeable because you start staring at amber. amber stares back at you, which usually would make you nervous but you were so high and drunk it really didnt matter.

amber turns to you and says "i just realized this is my first meeting you", her face is slightly red as she says this. you can't tell if shes embarrassed or just drunk, her expression is unreadable and her eyes are soft. theres a bit of silence. mindy interrupts the silence, "didnt you think me and y/n were dating at first". amber looks a little embarrassed and tells her "well yeah, you were posting up with them every other day". you laugh and say, "no mindys just a friend but ive thought about it before". mindy furrows her eyebrows, "girl youre too drunk." she says. ambers face turns into one of slight jealousy as her cheeks get redder again. she tugs at mindys arm and whispers just loud enough for you to hear it, "check your imessage". mindy pulls out her phone, you wanna look to see what she says but you dont wanna ruin the moment by disrespecting her boundaries.

mindy raises her eyebrows at the messages, her fingers moving quickly on the keyboard to message her back. you wonder what amber couldve said to evoke such a swift, almost frantic response. was it something bad? you feel a little relief when mindy chuckles and gives her a little look. amber doesnt realize you could see her reflection from the window, she shakes her head quickly, giving her the "sshh" finger, blushing a little.

as the night goes on, you can feel yourself get drunker and higher. you feel the room spin, and suddenly everything is really funny. you realize you have been talking for about 15 minutes straight and mindy wasnt even there anymore . suddenly, your face flushes again with embarrasment. "i-i talked for way too long im so sorry.." you hang your head down, embarrassed. amber looks at you and smiles kindly, "theres no need to be embarrased hun". your face gets even redder, and you feel butterflies in your stomach, your heart pounds in your chest. amber moves your hair from your cheek and caresses it softly "its okay" she whispers.

mindy comes through the door, amber moves quickly. mindy gives amber a playful look, she almost goes to say something but cuts herself out. she sits back down, trying to cover up that she totally noticed what happened. she knew amber didnt want her to embarrass you further.

all of a sudden, liv and chad are argue over something fucking stupid. you tone it out as much as you can until chad approaches trying to get mindy to defend him. mindy stands up quickly, laughing "guys i am not drunk enough for this. lets go back inside.", she motions amber and she softly grabs your hands and motions you up. chad looks annoyed "really mindy? you cant back me up?" amber and mindy roll their eyes, amber tells chad "nobody wants to get involved in your toxic ass relationship", her voice had a tint of annoyance and sarcasm. "yeah whatever." chad jokes, walking away.

you feel yourself start to come down a bit. amber starts pouring shots, "do you want another?" she asks. before she can even finish her sentence, you nod your head fast. mindy interrupts and says "damn someone is fiending". amber shakes her head, a little annoyed "are you okay?", you laugh it off and say "well shes not wrong. plus im used to sarcastic joking, its like a love language". amber has a hint of jealousy in her face, you catch onto it, quickly interjecting, "platonic of course." ambers face softens again. "better be" she 'jokes', but you can tell by her face she was serious.

you grab the shot, amber and mindy try to stop you from downing the whole thing again, but you do it anyways. “damn! y/n you really warmed up quick huh?” amber exclaims. mindy and amber do a couple more shots.m “do you guys wanna stay in here or go outside and listen to chad argue with liv?”, amber asks. “i mean the party is dying down, and i kinda wanna lay down.” you tell amber.

amber and mindy walk you toward the couch in the living room. almost everyone has left at this point. "are you going home?" amber asks. mindy looks over, clearly drunk "shit." she says. "guess we're staying here, is that okay y/n?". a small smile tugs at your lips, with your eyes closed. "yeah thats fine". mindy goes to her car to pull out some spare clothes she had just in case, before she leaves she asks "do you want more comfortable clothes?" you nod your head.

boldly, you look at amber and say "you know youre like sooo pretty like sooo pretty your eyes are so pretty and your hair is so dark and long like ohmygod". amber pulls back, surprised at your bold move after you had tried to keep your composure all night with her.

amber smiles warmly back at you. "you're even prettier." she gives you a bunch of compliments, then sits a little closer to you. you squeeze her arm for a second, trying to act like it was playful. but you both knew it was more than that. amber hugged you, rubbing your back reassuring, then she whispers ""its okay. mindy knows. thats why she kept giving me looks". she tugs your face into her lap, brushing your hair softly. you wrap your arm around her waist, feeling yourself get a bit tired.

"are you gonna fall asleep on me", amber snickers. you struggling to keep your eyes open let alone speak, "mhm" you mutter. "is that okay?". she laughs quietly, "of course it is. i said i'd protect you". you drift off completely.

-end-

[blushedfemmes]

Chapter 3 live reaction 😀👍( I’m scared for what this will do to me)

The title hit me like a dodgeball. I was raised super religious lmao. “To the edibles or to me” CLAWING DOWN THE FUCKING WALLS. Sara is so mean like yes ma’am I am sat the fuck down. The lap scene 😳🫣😳 MY GOD “kinda pisses me off that you tried to end it, Del” and what if I was rock hard then what?!?!? “Somehow so much more menacing, more arousing, than any leather-clad dominatrix Del’s seen in movies or shows.” LIKE YES UGH!!!! “Sara eyes him as if she might be planning to eat him next” god that’s so hot fuck. I’m speechless for the rest of the fic omg. THAT WAS SO HOT OH MY GOD I LOVE SARA. AGAIN I LOVE YOUR WRITING AND THE ATTENTION TO DETAIL. Sara wants this butch so bad. Like you see the exact moment where she is just as down bad like when Del starts hiccuping she needed him carnally.

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aaahhh i’m giggling and kicking my feet and blushing oh my god…. 🙈💓 you’ve got me like “reallyyy? and then what….” LDKFJDSFLJ thank you so much i live for this kind of response to my fic

YES dingdingding thank you for correctly identifying the moment that sara realized she’s into hiccups. oh she’s down astronomical for him, absolutely