#wdym her pants don’t have pockets

[honeystwiggypeach]

eddie x pregnant!reader "eds, im late..." "wdym babe its 8am your not late" "eds..."

Bestie I’m going to be honest incredible embarrassing of me to have taken this long to get to your request I’m so sorry about that but uhm…here it is? Sorry for the wait hon litterally just dropped all motivation when I got a cat because I love him sm???? But also now he’s my little editor😭he’s reading as I type(more like being nosey😞)Anywho enough rambling!!! Tysm for requesting I love the idea sm!!!!(…also maybe did add single mom reader in there because let me tell you…it’s my fav troupe😭)

You and Eddie got together not long after your daughter Eden was born, she was almost eight months old when you first met and a few months later you’d found yourself in quite the predicament, you and Eddie had been practically together at this point with him living in your house and helping you care for Eden.

Tonight however, Eddie has been out forever obviously, with the sudden change everything goes haywire. Eden refused to go to sleep without Eddie there and you’ve only now noticed your period is almost three months late…

Finally when you think all hope is lost Eddie comes home hands stuffed in his pockets, he’s smiling and giggling like and idiot.

“Where have you been?” your brows are furrowed.

“Baby, “he snickers, “I was out getting you a gift!” He pulls his hands from his pocket and follows is a small dainty necklace.

“Oh Eddie it’s beautiful” you use the opportunity of taking the necklace to hand over a cranky Eden and like clock work he settles her almost in an instant and she’s asleep before you know it he’s tucking her into bed before going to shower.

When he comes to bed, you’re nervous so nervous in fact you fall asleep.

In the morning when his alarm goes off on a Saturday, he groggily turns to turn it off and you decide maybe it’s now or never or who knows what you were thinking honestly because the next thing you say is , “Ed’s I’m late…”

“Babe it’s 8am…and Saturday where do you need to go?”

“No Eddie…”

His eyes widen, “have you taken a test?” He’s seemingly wide awake.

“Not yet I haven’t had time” and with nothing else being said at 8am in his flannel pants and band t-shirt, he’s running to the local corner store for a few pregnancy tests.

They’d come back positive and looking back now, as you hold your baby girl in your arms Eden sat between you and Eddie as she sees her new baby sister for the first time, you don’t think you’d change any of it for the world.

Anywho! Let me know if you guys want to see anything else because I want inspo or something idk😭

Tags~ @ruinedbythehobbit @lacunaanonymoused

(Guys my fault I have no idea who’s on my taglist for just all dad Eddie content and any dad Eddie so if you aren’t tagged or are tagged randomly pls let me know or if I need to add you to the tag list just pls let me know so I can settle this!)

[lynnwritessmut]

………………….I DO………………

story for chris sturniolo smut readers.

if this gets hate i will take it down!!!

*our main character, lillian. sings along to the song while doing the dishes after waking up in her own bed, for once.*

lillian- “and i can’t see it all..”

*phone rings*

lillian- “ughhh.. *(yells out) “Hey siri, answer the phone”*

Siri- “on it!”

lillian- “bitch stfu and answer the phone..”

chris- “girl what”

lillian- “HAHA SORRY I WAS TALKING TO SIRII”

*chris matt and nick all laugh bc she’s on the car speaker*

lillian- “CHRIS GET ME OFF THE SPEAKER U DUMBASS.”

chris- “ooh i’m scared.” *he says jokingly and sarcastically*

nick- “chris stfu not to much on my bestie”

matt- “oh my god can yall all shut up i’m tryna capture my pokémon and you guys are distracting me”

lillian- “THANK YOU NICK!!..” *lillian yells out: “Hey alexa, skip song!”*

Chris- “nick can i text u something?”

nick- “oh my lord what. js whisper me it.”

*chris whispers, “i like lilli.. what do i do?”*

*nick yells, “YOU LIKE LILLIAN?”*

matt- “who does?”

chris- “me..”

lillian- “chris.. you feel the same way?”

nick- “awww!!”

chris- “nick shut up!! also.. lilli wdym “same”..”

lillian- “i like you.. or, i love you..”

matt- “chris want me to turn around and go to her house?”

nick- “chris whatever u do don’t get my bestie pregnant.”

*chris punches nick in the arm*

chris- “yes turn around, me and lilli need some time.. alone!”

matt- “eww..”

nick- “CHRIS UR DISGUSTING OMFGGG”

lillian- “nick calm down ahahah!! he’s right though we need some time alone.”

…………….AT LILLIANS HOUSE………….

*lillian opens the door to see matt nick and chris, they all say hey, hug lillian, yada yada yada.. and chris and lillian go up to there room as matt and nick drives off to spend time with trevor and marylou, jimmy is golfing.*

lillian- “so now what..”

chris- “i.. i love you so much.”

lillian- “oh really?”

chris- “yes!!”

lillian- “prove it..”

chris- “oh really?”

*chris grabs lillian’s hips and pulls her closer so there stomachs are touching and lillian can feel chris starting to get a boner. lillian moans as chris caresses her ass chris kisses her passionately as he starts taking off her shirt and bra, lillian lays down straight after lillian lays down and starts taking off her pants.*

lillian- “Christopher!! i can see it already.”

chris- “that’s how much i like you.”

*chris pulls out a condom out his pocket and rips it open with his mouth and starts putting it on his cock as lillian gets undressed*

lillian- “chris we have to go soon.”

chris- “go where?”

lillian- “to the store, i need grocery’s.”

chris- “if there still open. we can last 8 hours right?”

lillian- “i can.. can you?”

chris- “let’s see.”

*chris climbs on top of her and starts to put it in her.”

lillian- “wait… don’t put it in yet, let me treat you first.”

*chris pulls out and says, “okay…”*

lillian- “oh don’t be so suspicious.”

chris- “okay…”

lillian- “chris i mean it!”

chris- “yes ma-”

*chris is interrupted by lillian licking the tip of his cock and massaging his balls…*

chris- “oh yea…”

*chris is on the edge and lillian can tell. lillian starts sucking faster and stopping right when he’s about to cum.*

lillian- “make sure you come for me.”

chris- “oh trust me, i will.”

lillian- “you better, or you will have to get disciplined!”

*chris gets ontop of lillian and starts to rub his tip against her clit, making her squirt all over the condom making it wet.. after it gets wet chris shoves his 9 inch cock inside of lillian making her moan.*

lillian- “oh fuck.. oh yes.. i’m gonna come…”

*lillian grabs a pillow and squeezes it.*

chris- “god you look so good.”

*as chris says those words he starts to go harder and deeper.. as he goes harder and deeper he can see lillian’s tittys going up and down hard, it’s bouncing so hard you can hear them clap at the impact of them coming down.*

lillian- “ahh FUCK CHRIS!”

chris- “cum for me baby.”

*right as chris says the word “me” lillian lets go.. and cums, all over. but chris doesn’t stop.*

lillian- “ahh.. (she’s sighing and breathing hard) chris, if your gonna keep going slow down please.”

chris- “slow down?”

*chris starts to go faster and harder and chris starts to moan and whisper “fuck”, “shit”.. all of the above.*

chris- “a-ah… i’m gonna cu-”

*just as soon as chris starts to say cum he cums all over, bht when lillian looks at the condom that should be filled with cum, she sees there’s only a few drops.*

Lillian- “SHIT.. why’s there no cum in there??”

chris- “fuck..”

*chris takes off the condom and sees cum dripping from lillian’s pussy, and there’s some holes in the condom up top. someone must’ve cut a whole in it…*

……………..TO BE CONTINUED…………

[mistymark]

the one with the feelings [1] // m.k.l

mark lee x reader // 1.9k words // part 1/2 // masterlist

summary; in which mark and y/n have a lot of feelings but never at the same time apparently // the times we fought our feelings for each other and the one time we didn’t

warnings; drinking // light angst? // heartache

request; no I just saw this prompt and loved it

notes; why does this remind me of love, Rosie (I cried three times in that movie)

October 2012, age 13

The squeaky sounds of sneakers on the polished wooden floor and the bouncing of basketballs was all you could hear as you watched the other students run around, throwing and catching balls between them with grins on their faces. Spinning around, you searched for Mark, your best friend and latest crush - after having helped you clean your wound after you scraped your knee on the asphalt at school.

Nowhere to be found, you decided to duck under the back of the bleachers, your secret sanctuary when you didn’t want to partake in PE. Lifting the curtain to allow yourself entry, you saw Mark, grinning at a figure in the dark.

It took you a moment to notice their interlocking fingers, their touching shoulders, their legs brushing against each other’s as they squished together on the bench. Letting the curtain fall from your grasp, you hang your head and disappear into the bathrooms, unseen.

February 2014, age 14

You sat on the rickety chair in your ill-fitting school-dance outfit, watching the couples dance awkwardly on the dance floor. Spotting Mark across the dance floor, standing beside the drinks table as he waits for an opportunity to stop talking to one of your teachers, his hands casually resting in his suit pant pockets. The jacket hangs off his skinny frame a little too much, making him appear smaller than he actually was.

A few moments later, he was walking over to you, two cups of the terrible punch in his hands as he narrowly dodged the dancing people in his path. A grin found itself on your face as he sat beside you, passing you one of the cups.

You sat together for a while, talking mindlessly about the dance and school and whatever else came to mind that night. When there was a bout of silence, Mark placed his cup on the floor, wiping his slightly sweaty palms on his pants as he tried to muster up the courage to ask you to dance. His mouth suddenly went dry.

Within a second, a hand was being outstretched to you, the smiling face of one of the boys in your class looking down at you, asking you to dance. Having not yet been asked to dance, you eagerly grabbed his hand, letting him pull you out of your chair and onto the dance floor. 

Mark stayed sitting, waiting for you to come back. Waiting to ask you to dance.

August 2017, age 18

The flashing lights and loud bass was slowly starting to make you feel numb, but you watched with a grin on your face as Mark danced on his living room table, the small wooden piece of furniture barely supporting his weight as he moved. 

You had lost count of your alcohol intake, and Mark was clearly drunk, dancing haphazardly on top of the table. When the song ended, one of the boys nearby turned down the volume of the speakers, yelling, “Speech! Speech!”

Soon enough, everyone was chanting for Mark to deliver a speech, and he stood casually atop the table as he handed his beer to someone next to him. He addressed the crowd, “You’re all here! It’s my birthday, thank you.” His eyes found yours, “Oh, Y/n! Come here.” When you didn’t move, he waved you over again.

Eventually you stood below him, looking up at him in confusion, whisper shouting up at him, “What are you doing?” Your foggy brain struggled to focus on Mark as you watched him sway lightly on his feet.

He grinned at you and grabbed your arm, helping you up onto the table. When you were stood safely beside him, he wrapped his arm around your waist, “Everyone! Tonight would not have been made possible without Y/n,” he turned to look you in the eyes, his face serious, “my best friend.”

There was a beat before someone started cheering, and then the music was slowly being turned up as people turned to each other, happily chatting and resuming their dancing.

You stood still on the top of the coffee table with Mark, his arm still wrapped tightly around you, his eyes staring into yours. His gaze flickered to your lips, and he stared at them for a while, silently debating whether he should go for it.

And he did.

Suddenly his lips were on yours and your hands were cupping his face, his arm holding you against him as his other hand rested on the back of your neck.

With the cloudiness of your brain and the sensation of Mark kissing you, you found it difficult to focus on your surroundings, but the obvious squeak of the table was enough to pull you from the haze. With great difficulty, you pushed yourself away and stepped off the table, tugging Mark’s hand so he followed you.

Before Mark’s foot met the ground, the table was crumbling, snapping in half at the added weight and movement from your actions. He winced drunkenly at the table, then decided it was best to go find a sensible adult to deal with the problem, quickly making his way to the kitchen and abandoning you.

December 2017, age 18

You sat silently on the porch of your house, the porch swing creaking as you swung slowly, your gaze fixated on your feet. Christmas was always a busy time for your family, with all the parties and events your family hosted, but it seemed that no one had come looking for you yet, so you found yourself in the only quiet part of your house; the open porch.

There was a door slam on the street, and you looked up as Mark’s parents stepped out of their car, his mother carrying a large wrapped gift and his father a tray of dessert. Mark, dressed in a suit jacket and black jeans, stepped out of the car only to run back to grab something he’d left.

His parents continued up the drive to your house, greeting you with their warm smiles, “Hi, dear. How have your holidays been?”

You grinned back at them, noticing again how much of his parents you could see in Mark, “Brilliant, thank you.” You pointed your thumb in the direction of the front door. “Party’s inside.”

They nodded and smiled a little wider when they realised you weren’t coming inside with them, but you dismissed it as you continued lazily swinging on the porch swing.

A moment later, Mark was jogging up the drive, taking the stairs two steps at a time to reach you, puffing slightly, “Hey.”

You continued swinging, a smile on your face, “Hey.”

He stood up straighter, examining the outside of your house, “The place looks great. New door?”

“New door,” you nodded. 

“Looks good,” he stuffed his hands in his jean pockets, nodding to himself.

You raised an eyebrow, “I haven’t seen you in, like, a month and all you have to say is that my door looks good?”

“It’s not the only thing,” he smirked at you, pleased with himself before untucking his hands and making his way over to sit beside you. “I got you something.”

“You- what? No, Mark, you didn't have to! I didn’t get you anything,” you were suddenly ashamed of yourself; why hadn’t you gotten him a gift?

“Oh, come on, it’s not a big deal,” he shrugged, smiling and handing you a small box. “It’s nothing big, I promise.”

You stared at him for a moment before nodding, turning to look eagerly at the small box before you. Mark chuckled at your excitement. You opened the lid, “It’s - woah! It’s the friendship bracelet I made you ages ago!”

“When we were nine,” he corrected, beaming down at the tiny bracelet, glad that you’d remembered.

“Is this you returning my gift? You don’t want to be friends anymore?” 

“No! I thought - I thought you’d like it. I found it a few weeks ago-”

“I can’t believe you kept it.”

He shrugged, eyeing the bracelet and avoiding your face, “No big deal.”

You grinned, throwing your arms around him, “Thank you. I love it.”

You felt him hesitate for a moment before letting his arms wrap around you, holding you warmly in his embrace, the bracelet hanging off your fingers as you breathed in the scent of him, enjoying the moment.

January 2018, age 18

“1! Happy New Year!” The crowd cheered with excitement as the large ball on the television dropped, before images of people cheering, kissing and drinking populated the screen.

Your friend stood beside you, a glass raised to her lips, “You’re driving tonight, right?” You nodded, and she grinned, “Looks like I’m starting this year the same way I did last, drunk as fuck.” She toasted to you politely before proceeding to drain her glass, walking into the kitchen to find another.

There was a tap on your shoulder and you spun around, your eyes meeting Mark’s. The music started up again as the party continued, and dancing bodies swarmed onto the dance floor of the host’s living room, somebody harshly bumping into Mark, causing him to step forward, his chest merely inches from your own.

“Hey,” he breathed, his hands holding your waist from when he’d almost tripped. “Happy New Year.”

“Happy New Year,” you whispered back. You weren’t sure if he could hear you, but he seemed to understand. “Any kisses this year?”

His eyes found themselves on your lips again as he leant closer, “Only one.” His lips met yours softly, the loudness and wildness of the party juxtaposing the sweet, sober moment between you two.

You pulled back, “What was that for?”

He bit his lip in an attempt to hide his smile, “I had to know what it was like.”

“What what was like?”

“Kissing you.”

February 2018, age 18

[2:47pm] Mark: got any plans this afternoon?

[2:50pm] You: not really, just packing the last of my stuff

[2:50pm] Mark: wdym?

[2:50pm] You: for college dummy

[2:51pm] You: I leave in two weeks remember

[2:51pm] You: gotta be ready :))

[2:52pm] Mark: ofc I cant believe I forgot

[2:52pm] Mark: must be bc im gonna miss you ://

[2:52pm] You: oh shut up ur such a drama queen

[2:53pm] Mark: bc ur not dramatic enough!!

[2:53pm] Mark: im not gonna see you in forever

[2:53pm] You: I’m literally going to be at ur brothers engagement party what is wrong with you

[2:54pm] Mark: I hate talking to you im gonna go pack

[2:55pm] Mark: promise you’ll be there?

[2:57pm] You: of course

April 2018, age 18

You groaned and hit the horn again, the long highway before you backed up far into the distance. The grey sky contrasted against the severity of the red brake lights ahead of you, glowering angrily at you from where they stood, unmoving. Anxious, you fiddled with the blue material of your cocktail dress, the white envelope sitting on the seat beside you, the time and place of Mark’s brother’s engagement party printed neatly on the card inside; 6pm at the Grand Wyatt Hotel. You glanced wearily at the clock on your dash, the numbers steadily increasing until 6pm hit, and later passed.