iheartgrayson

[iheartgrayson]

𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞

[𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞] 𝐬𝐚𝐦 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Sam loves nothing more than getting sucked off for the first time by his girl

smut w 🤏 plot, smut smut, wc 2k, SAMMYYYY

the couch was warm beneath you, the long forgotten documentary still playing on the TV. but neither of you had been watching for a while. you were stretched out over Sam, your body perfectly on top of his, his hand cradled the back of your head, fingers tangled loosely in your hair, while his other arm rested across your back, palm stroking through the thin fabric of your top. your hand had slipped under his shirt hours ago, or minutes, who could tell? and now it rested over his chest, feeling the steady thud of his heartbeat

your hips shifted just slightly, innocently enough that it couldn’t be blamed for the way his cock had grown thick and hard beneath you. but you felt it now, nudging your tummy

you exhaled slowly, your cheek resting on his chest, you’d imagined this before. so many nights alone, under the covers, hand beneath you panties, mouth open as you pictured him just like this… him under you, the look in his eyes when you moved lower, between his legs, the gasp you could get out of him if you just-

your lips twitched up into a small smile, as you lifted your head from his chest just enough to look at him. he met your eyes immediately, you had that look when you wanted something. when you really wanted it. the one that made it hard to say no to you

your voice was so soft, the weight of your chin pressing lightly into Sam’s chest. the pause before your question was quiet, and when you spoke, it came out barely above a whisper

“Sam… can I try something?”

his brow quirked up, his lips twitching in that way he always did when he was intrigued, like he couldn’t wait to see what your shy little mouth would say next “yeah? what is it?” he murmured, his hand rose, fingers brushing gently over your temple, tracing slow circles like he could get the secret out of you through touch

you bit the inside of your cheek, hesitating. you didn’t look up at him, couldn’t. instead, your fingers moved downward, toying nervously with the drawstrings of his sweats, tangling and untangling

he shifted slightly beneath you “what is it?” he asked again, softer this time “what is it that you want to try?”

you opened your mouth once, but nothing came out. and then finally “can I suck you off?”

you said it so quietly, your eyes were down, stuck on the way your fingers fumbled with the strings at his waist. you didn’t see the way his face lit up, but you felt his body react, the sharp inhale through his nose, the subtle flex of his stomach beneath you, the slow curl of his fingers against your head

he didn’t say anything right away. you rushed to fill the silence, heart pounding in your chest “only if you want! and if you’re okay with it, Sam I just- if you don’t want me to, that’s okay. I just thought maybe….”

“Hey.” his hand slid from your temple into your hair, fingers threading gently, but tugging just enough to make you look at him

that grin. that slow, fuck I’m the luckiest guy alive grin.

“you wanna suck my cock?” he asked

you nodded, face burning up, lips pressing together like you were trying to hold something back, but he wasn’t having that

“look at me” he said softly

you did, hesitantly at first, and then fully. your lips parted, breath shallow, and he could see it now, all of it. the curiosity, the nervousness behind the question. it made his cock twitch beneath you, already half hard and growing by the second

“you really want to do this?” he asked again, not because he doubted you but because he had to hear you say it

“I do” you whispered “I really do.”

his hands slid down to your waist, holding you on his lap, your weight pressing into his bulge now, you felt the way his fingers squeezed your hips, a low grunt leaving his throat

“Fuck, baby… then yeah” he said “yeah. you can suck me off. I want that so bad.”

his voice dipped lower “you want to take my cock in that pretty mouth?” his thumb brushed your lower lip, slow and teasing “you want to know how I sound when I fall apart for you?”

you nodded again, he cupped your face gently, thumb dragging across your cheek

“then cmon baby” he whispered “Show me.”

Sam’s legs stretched wide on the couch, knees spreading as far as the cramped couch would allow, making room just for you

you settled between his legs on your knees. your hands reached for the waistband of his sweats, and he lifted his hips, letting you tug them down past his hips, past his thighs, until they bunched loosely at his knees. he was left in just his boxers, and you could see him now, his cock hard beneath the cotton, stretching the fabric

his shirt had ridden up, exposing the faint trail of hair that led down from his bellybutton to the band of his boxers. you glanced up once and he was watching you, eyes hooded, slightly biting his lower lip

then he began to pull down his boxers slowly, eyes on you the whole time like he wanted to watch your expression as he revealed himself. the waistband slipped down over the thick base of his cock, then over the length, until it sprang free, veined, flushed, and stiff. it barely moved, so hard it stood tall, the tip glistening with a bead of precum

it made your stomach twist with nerves. you’d never done this before and now that you saw him, fully, you weren’t sure how you’d ever take all of him in. he was… big and intimidating. your lips parted slightly as you stared at it, your hand instinctively coming up to wrap around the base

“Don’t be scared now” Sam said, his voice warm and quiet

“I’ve never-” you started to admit

“Take your time with me” he said, gently cutting you off “start with the head.”

you looked up again. he wasn’t impatient, his hands rested on his thighs, open, relaxed. his face was calm. wanting, yes, desperate even, but patient. willing to let you learn him at your own pace

you swallowed hard, and leaned in

the head of his cock was flushed pink, already slick with precum. you brought your lips close, close enough to feel the warmth of him, and then flicked your tongue out for a tentative little lick, just a small stroke across the tip

Sam’s breath hitched

you kissed the head next, soft and shy, like you were kissing his mouth. you pulled back and did it again, slower this time, letting your lips press into the sensitive skin, then flicked your tongue around the tip again, tasting him. his cock twitched in your grip, and he groaned low in his throat, his hand moving to rest lightly on the back of your head, barely touching, just there

“you’re doing perfect” he murmured “Just like that.”

feeling bolder, you wrapped your lips around the tip fully, letting it rest on your tongue. he was so warm, so firm against your mouth, and the girth of him made your lips part wider than you expected. your cheeks hollowed as you sucked gently, your tongue flicking slow around the ridge of the head

“fuck” Sam’s hand tightened in your hair just slightly

you bobbed your head, just a few inches, getting used to the size, to the way he tasted, to the way he responded to every flick of your tongue and suck of your lips. you could hear the sounds now, wet, intimate and each one only made him groan louder, chest rising and falling faster with every breath

you stroked the base of him with your hand while your mouth worked the head

“Shit- your mouth feels so good” he breathed, his eyes closing for a moment “so fucking soft… i’ve thought about this so many times.”

you moaned softly around him at that, and the vibration made him curse again “fuuuckk…” his hips twitching slightly beneath you. you adjusted, taking him a little deeper, the stretch in your jaw making your eyes close shut. your spit coated the shaft now, your strokes growing smoother, and bolder

the first time you tried to take all of him, it surprised you how much there was, how deep he reached. his cock slid against the back of your tongue and further still, until your throat clenched and your breath hitched in panic. you gagged softly, your head lifting quickly with a wet sound, your lips flushed and wet, eyes wide with surprise

“Baby careful” Sam murmured, hips twitching as though stuck between pulling you back and not ruining the moment. his hand hovered near your jaw like he might lift your chin until he watched you lean back down

the next time, you went slow. you relaxed your jaw, opened wider, and inhaled through your nose. you pushed forward again, slower, his cock pushed past your lips, past your tongue, and then you felt your throat begin to stretch for him, as you breathed through it

“That’s right” he groaned, mouth slack, eyes on you “Breathe through your nose… just like that.”

you felt the air go in and out through your nose as your throat worked to take him, your hands gripped his thighs tightly now, fingers digging into him. his thighs were solid, his skin warm beneath your palms, and trembling slightly

you started moving again. up, down, then deeper. your rhythm slow but growing more confident with every pass. you paid attention, watched him, took mental note of what got a reaction out of him

his lip trembled when you swallowed around the head, his eyes closed shut when you dragged your tongue along the underside on the way up, his breath caught when you sank all the way down again and held him there, nose buried in the soft skin at the base of his cock

his hand stayed gently on your head the entire time. never pushing, never guiding you. just there rubbing softly and letting you lead

but your hair wouldn’t stay out of the way. strands kept falling forward, slipping from behind your ears and sticking to your lips, your cheek, even brushing against his cock as you moved. you huffed annoyed, pulling them back with one hand while the other still worked his shaft, but they kept falling, again and again

Sam noticed. he didn’t say anything, he just leaned forward, his fingers finding the strands falling across your face, and gently swept them back. you moaned softly in acknowledgment, his cock twitching in response inside your mouth, and then his hand gathered your hair completely

he held it up for you, out of the way, his hand still resting on top of your head. his fingers tightened a little

“You look so fucking good like this” he breathed, hips shifting just slightly “Taking me like that…”

you looked up at him again, your mouth full of him, cheeks hollowed, eyes glassy but on his. you wanted to see everything. his face when it all overwhelmed him, when he stopped thinking and started trembling. you wanted to memorize what made him groan deepest, what made his voice crack into that desperate little whimper you’d only barely heard before

so you pushed deeper again, your throat tightening then relaxing, your mouth sliding down the full length of him until you felt your lips kiss the base. he gasped, his entire body tensing, and you could feel the way his thighs flexed

“Fuuuck… baby”

your mouth moved over Sam’s cock now more confident, no more hesitation, no more small licks or timid passes. your mouth knew Sam now. how deep to go, when to swirl your tongue around the head, when to stroke his shaft in time with the bob of your head. your spit glossing his cock until it glistened. strings of saliva connected your lips to his shaft every time you pulled up and slid back down, and your nose was beginning to run

and still he looked down at you like were you the most beautiful thing in the world

“I’ve always wanted you to suck me off” Sam groaned suddenly, hand still holding your hair up off your face “didn’t know how to ask…”

you whimpered around his cock, and his hips bucked just slightly at the vibration. he moaned, head falling back against the cushion, then rolling to the side again so he could keep watching you

“baby, look at you” he whispered, eyes on your face “so fucking pretty like this… lips all swollen, cock deep in your throat…”

you pulled off of him with a slick pop, a long strand of spit stretching from your lips to his tip, and he sucked in a sharp breath, but then you shifted lower, mouth trailing down his cock until his shaft pressed against your cheek, heavy and hot, as your lips found the sensitive skin of his balls

he hissed through his teeth, fingers tightening in your hair but he didn’t stop you, you kissed the soft skin first, then let your tongue drag over it, slow and wet. his thighs twitched under your palms. then you sucked one into your mouth, gently, carefully, while your hand kept stroking the shaft beside your face, his cock smearing your cheek and jaw with wetness

“Oh fuck” he choked out, his voice cracking. his hips bucked again, and his hand clenched fully in your hair now, tugging

you moaned, your mouth sealing tighter around the delicate skin, sucking gently before switching to the other. you were just beginning to learn how much pressure he could take

until, “Shit- no, no balls today” Sam gasped suddenly, his voice high and panicked with pleasure, tugging you up by your hair “too sensitive, baby. too much.”

you looked up at him, flushed and dazed, mouth and chin slick with spit, your nose damp, lips shiny. his cock twitched in your hand as you slowly rose, and he released your hair only once your mouth was away from the base of him

he exhaled hard, one hand wiping down his face

“you’re so fucking good” he muttered through gritted teeth “if you kept doing that, I’d cum right now.”

you smiled, stroking him slow and teasing “that a bad thing?”

he groaned, head falling back “It is if I want to remember this for the rest of my fucking life.”

you laughed softly, and his cock twitched in your hand again, begging for your mouth

you leaned back in eagerly, lips parting as you wrapped them once again around the flushed, slick head of Sam’s cock. his cock filled your mouth easier now. you sucked deep, just the way he liked it. your pace steady, not quick, but enough to let him feel every stroke, every wet slide of your tongue as it curled along the underside of his shaft, tracing that sensitive ridge that made his thighs tense and his fingers tighten in your hair

his breathing changed immediately. the soft groans and stuttered moans from earlier we’re gone, now it was louder, messier

“Fuck. going to cum soon” Sam gasped, hips rocking just barely up into your mouth, trying to hold himself back but already trembling beneath you

your eyes widened, this was what you wanted, have wanted since you first imagined this moment. the thought of him cumming into your mouth was dizzying. you moaned around his cock, desperate for that final release, and he twitched against your tongue like he could feel exactly what you were thinking

“not going to finish in your mouth” he panted suddenly, and your brows furrowed, confused, the beginning of a soft protest already on your lips

“but Sam-” you pulled back just enough to whine, licking the tip as you spoke, your hand now stroking the shaft

his fingers gently combed back your hair, cupping your head “don’t want you to gag” he said “you don’t know how much it’ll be. I don’t want it to be too much for you.”

you blinked up at him, but before you could argue again, he sighed and smiled down at you

“okay baby” Sam whispered, eyes closing shut for a moment as his cock twitched in your fist “I’m close… just- just keep looking at me…”

his fingers tapped lightly against your head, you let his cock slip from your lips with a lewd, slick pop, then shifted back just enough so his shaft hovered in front of your face, glistening with your spit. you kept stroking him, fast now, tight and wet, and watched every second of him coming undone for you

he looked right at you, right into your eyes as his hips jerked, and then he moaned low and deep from his chest, one hand fisting in the couch cushion while the other stayed in your hair. his entire body tensed

“Fuuuckk baby…”

he came hard, warm streaks of cum across your face. the first rope landed on your cheek, thick and white. the second across your lips, the next across your chin and nose. you kept stroking him through it, milking every last drop, and he couldn’t stop staring

eyes wide, mouth parted, as he looked at you

“You… god, you look so fucking good” he groaned, watching his cum drip down your face “you’re perfect.”

Sam was still catching his breath, chest rising and falling, as he stared at you kneeling there between his legs, his cum glistening on your flushed cheeks, your lips parted and slick with spit, some of his cum slowly sliding down your chin

his hand came down gently. he swept his thumb across your cheek first, slow and careful, smearing a strip of his cum off your skin, the pad of his finger soft against your face

“you were so fucking good.” he whispered, almost in awe

you swallowed, your lips curling into a smile despite the mess. he brought his thumb to your lips next, rubbing gently, then trailing down to your chin where the thickest drop was. he swiped it up slowly with two fingers

“Open.”

your mouth fell open obediently, and he brought his fingers to your tongue, watching as you closed your lips around them and sucked. you cleaned him off, even now. when you finished, he pulled his fingers back and cupped your face fully in both hands

“I’m so fucking glad you asked” he murmured, rubbing his thumbs over your temples now, gently clearing away the last of his cum “I didn’t even know how bad I needed that until it was happening. until you were looking up at me like that”

you pressed your cheek into his hand a little, your own breath finally slowing, your body warm all over

“I wanted to make it good for you” you said softly

he smiled, pulling you up gently by the waist until you were straddling him again, his arms folding around you, not even bothering with the cum streaked mess still drying on your face. he kissed your shoulder, your neck, your cheek

“You did” he said “better than good. you blew my fucking mind.”

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𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𓊆ྀི 𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𓊇ྀི

[iheartgrayson]

Eddie’s curls tickling your inner thighs while he‘s eating you out like a starved man. You, unsure if you should moan loud enough for the whole neighborhood to hear or chuckle.

Eddie loves both sounds equally and he doesn’t stop until he‘s satisfied <3

[iheartgrayson]

potty mouth

[iheartgrayson]

he’s literally a child

[iheartgrayson]

Single dad Eddie where he has a 8 years old boy who's way too smart for his own good.

The kid, just like Eddie, has a mouth and strong opinions about everything and everyone and this gets him into trouble often.

Then, one day, the boy gets really sick and has to stay in the hospital for a whole week.

Enter Nurse!Steve, who takes care of little Corey every single day he's there, makes the kid laugh with his awful jokes and teaches him the best ways to take care of his awesome curls and look cool.

Little Corey decides there and then that Steve needs to live with him and dad, because he's cool and because dad looks at Steve funny. He spends everyday talking Eddie's ear off about Steve and how great he is, not so subtly implying he would be an awesome second dad.

(Eddie does end up asking Steve on a date. Two years later, they're living together and little Corey, now not so little anymore, is trying hard to convince his dads he should totally have a little sister.)

Sequel here.

[iheartgrayson]

Helloooo

I saw something on instagram about a girl putting lipstick on her boyfriend hand to see the shades

What about doing that with Erik or Sam ? 👀

Have a good day or night :)

OH I LOVE THISSSSS ☹️☹️☹️

𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦…

𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐤 — you walked hand in hand with Erik down the aisles of the store, despite how out of place he looked, tall, muscled. he never once let go of your hand, even when people stared. you stopped suddenly in front of the lipstick section, and Erik came to a smooth halt beside you. rows and rows of lipstick shimmered under the harsh bright lights. you squinted a little. the reds all looked the same until you got them on skin. reaching for a tester, you leaned into Erik’s side, your cheek brushing his shoulder gently. “Erik…” you said sweetly, letting your voice draw his attention like you always did, he turned to look at you, “Hm?” his voice was low, soft, just for you. “let me see your hand” you said, already sliding your fingers down his arm until you reached his. you gave his hand a little tug, and his lips twitched into a half smile. he held it out to you, palm down, the scar on his knuckle catching in the light “go ahead” he murmured, nudging his hand closer. you grinned, uncapping the first tester and gently swiping a coral shade across the back of his hand. then another, berry pink, then nude, then deep red. you were focused, blending one out a bit with your fingertip. Erik stood there quietly, like your own personal canvas, his eyes mostly on you. “This one’s too orange” you said under your breath, swatching another one just above his thumb. Erik tilted his head to look at your work “What about that one?” he asked, nodding toward the dusty rose shade smeared near the center of his hand. you paused, looking up at him “you’re getting good at this.” he smirked, a rare but boyish thing that made your heart feel full “I pay attention.” he said, with a shrug. you giggled, placing a kiss right on the edge of his jaw, you picked your favorite shade at last, cleaned off the back of his hand gently with a wipe, and slipped your fingers back into his. he held on tighter than before. and even if he never said it, you knew he loved your little antics.

𝐒𝐚𝐦 — Sam had been trailing behind you for what felt like hours. the bright white lights overhead were harsh on his eyes, the perfume in the air was enough to give him a headache, and his feet were starting to ache in his boots. who knew makeup shopping was such a workout? he sighed dramatically, looking around “They really should put a bench in here” he muttered under his breath. “for boyfriends. just a damn chair or something.” his voice was gruff and quiet, but you didn’t hear him, you were too focused, leading him by the hand. and even though he was tired and his body was begging to sit, he followed you. you tugged him gently to a stop in front of a display of lipsticks. Sam watched the way your eyes lit up. he could already tell, this was it. he sighed again but softer this time, because he knew exactly what was coming next. without even asking, you pulled out a tester, and before you could say a word, Sam extended his hand toward you, wrist limp in surrender, the back of it already angled for swatching. his fingers twitched a little, but he didn’t pull away, you looked up at him, surprised for a second, and then smiled that smile he always fell for. he smiled back, small but there, trying to act like he didn’t care. but he did. you started swiping shades across the back of his hand, a little blob of mauve here, a dusty rose there, a bright red near his thumb. he stood there in silence, watching your focused expression, the way your brows furrowed just a bit, your bottom lip caught gently between your teeth, and though he’d never admit it aloud, he liked this, being a part of your little world. even if it meant walking around stores that smelled weird and left lipstick stains on his skin for the rest of the day. the colors layered over the back of his hand splotchy “this one might be the one” you whispered half to yourself. Sam looked down at the mess you were making of his hand, then back at you. “hope so” he said dryly “or we’re gonna need to move more up my arm”

you laughed, leaning in to him “you love it.”

he huffed a little “not the lipsticks.”

“but me?” you asked looking up at him with that sweet playful look you always gave him. he sighed again, but this time it came with a smirk and a shake of his head “yeah, you. always.” and with that, he let you keep swatching shades on the back of his hand, because even if Sam complained, his hand would always be waiting, palm up and ready

• sam just being so over it but going along w it bc it’s you!!

• Erik the sweetheart that he is. do i even needa say more?

[iheartgrayson]

𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧 ⊹ ࣪ ˖

this was supposed to be your daddy…

𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐤 — you had it all planned out. the wallet Erik kept eyeing at the store? bought and tucked away. his favorite cologne, the snacks he loved, and the socks he claimed “mysteriously disappeared” every week? wrapped and hidden. you had even picked out the perfect card, handwritten with your favorite memories of him as a dad. and a little drawing your son had made folded inside a card you helped him write. you even had tiny handprints stamped in paint and framed, ready to make him tear up like he always did when it came to your little boy. every detail perfected. the plan was to wake up before him, decorate the kitchen table, and surprise him like he deserved. but of course… Erik beat you to it. you stirred awake that morning, confused by the warm light in the room and the empty spot beside you in bed. when you sat up, you were met with the smell of breakfast something sweet, something savory, and the faint sound of little feet running across the hardwood floor. then, a knock on the door “Mommy!” a tiny voice giggled, followed by a clumsy push as the door creaked open. your son peeked in, messy haired and smiling, holding a bouquet nearly half his size. a mix of your favorite flowers; sunflowers, peonies, wild daisies spilling over the edges of his arms. “daddy says happy fathers day to you” he said proudly, barely understanding the meaning behind the words. Erik appeared behind him, shirt slightly wrinkled, smile wide “happy father’s day baby” he murmured as he leaned in to kiss your temple “or should I say… thank you for making me a father.” you blinked, slightly confused and still dazed. he walked over, setting a tray of breakfast down on the edge of the bed. pancakes shaped like little hearts, fruit on the side, coffee just how you liked it. then, he handed you a folded piece of paper, edges a little bent, colored in with crayon and scribbled pen. you opened it. inside was a hand drawn card, a messy sketch of the three of you Erik, your son, and you holding hands beneath a stick figure sun. beneath it, in Erik’s neater handwriting it read “thank you for the love you give, the life you brought into this world, you didn’t just make me a father you made me the best version of myself.” your throat tightened, “you were supposed to be the one getting spoiled today” you managed to say. Erik just grinned, settling beside you on the bed as your son climbed up between you both “I already got the best gift. every day when I look at you two.” you leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder as your son leaned into your lap, playing with the petals of the flowers he’d brought. Erik kissed the top of your head again. later, when you finally got to give him your own surprise gifts, Erik smiled so big you thought your heart might burst. he pulled you into a hug, held you close, whispered “thank you for everything. you made me a father.” and even though it was technically father’s day, Erik made sure you knew, you were just as much a reason to celebrate

𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 — the basket sat on the kitchen table, wrapped neatly in soft tissue and ribbon. you had filled it with all of Tommy’s favorite things, along with a new mug that said #1 Dad (almost), a little framed ultrasound photo, and tucked beneath it all, a tiny white onesie that read “daddy’s first father’s day.” next year, your baby would wear it. this year, Tommy just stared at it like he couldn’t wait. you watched him from the couch, your belly full and round, he walked over slowly, knelt beside you, and laid his head beneath your bump like it was the only place in the world he wanted to be. his hand spread gently across your belly, thumb brushing over the stretch marks you were still getting used to. he didn’t look at them the way you did, to him they were everything. “Tommy” you said softly, running your fingers through his buzzed hair “are you sure you don’t want to do anything? I made plans for us to celebrate you today.” he didn’t answer at first just pressed a kiss to the side of your stomach, then looked up at you with those soft tired eyes. “I’d rather be here” he said “like this.” you let out a little breathy laugh, brushing your thumb down to his cheek, then to his ear lovingly. “you already gave me everything” he whispered “I don’t need anything else.” the baby kicked once, just gentle enough to make his hand shift. he smiled slow, and a little teary. the kind of smile he only gave you when he didn’t know how else to show how much he felt. he tucked his face into your belly again, arms loosely wrapped around your waist like he was protecting both of you from the whole world. “I don’t know how I got this lucky” he murmured into your skin “I don’t even care if I never figure it out.” you didn’t say anything back. you just kept your fingers in his hair, your other hand resting over his on your belly, and the three of you stayed like that. and even though the baby hadn’t arrived yet… Tommy was already the kind of father you always knew he’d be

𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐭 — it wasn’t his first Father’s Day but this one felt different. maybe it was the way your daughter had insisted on coloring a crooked heart next to the words “best dad ever” in her homemade card, or maybe it was the weight of your newborn son sleeping soundly against your chest, his little hand curled near your collarbone. maybe it was just that Elliott had become even more of a father in these past few weeks sleepless nights, baby bottles, diapers, and still somehow enough energy left to braid your daughter’s hair and make her laugh like it was the easiest thing in the world. you leaned against the bathroom doorframe, baby boy in your arms, watching him as he stood at the mirror. fresh from the shower, towel slung low around his waist, his skin still damp. he ran a razor carefully along his jaw, shaving down the dark stubble until only the mustache remained a little signature look of his, something that made you smile every time. he caught your eyes in the mirror, flashing you that familiar smirk. “how do I look?” you barely had to even think about it “Handsome.” you replied, he looked away for a second like you still made him nervous, even after all this time. then he tossed the razor aside, wiped down the sink, and turned toward you, arms already outstretched for the baby. “here, let me take him so you can go get dressed.” you both took turns, tag teaming parenthood as you always did. while he changed the baby and helped your daughter into her dress, you slipped into your own dress, touching up your makeup with one hand, smoothing your dress with the other. you loaded up the car, Elliott clicking the carseat into place while your daughter climbed in with her sparkly shoes and tiny purse full of plastic makeup. you sat in the passenger seat, stealing glances at him while he drove, one hand on the wheel, the other occasionally reaching back to hold your daughter’s hand. at the restaurant, you stepped out onto the sidewalk in your heels, smoothing your dress as Elliott circled around the car. he carefully lifted your baby from the seat, cradling him against his chest. you turned to your daughter and offered your hand, but she took Elliott’s pant leg instead. you walked beside them, and something about it made your chest ache in the best way. there he was your man, with a baby in his arms, a daughter clutching his leg, and the kindest heart tucked underneath. he looked over at you with a smile so soft it made you smile. “you know” you said as you all walked into the restaurant, “they’re both gonna grow up knowing what it means to be loved right.” he looked down at his son, then at his daughter, who was already proudly telling the hostess it was “her daddy’s special day.” then he looked back at you. “I hope so” he said. and as you sat at that dinner table, tiny crayon in your daughter’s hand, baby snoozing peacefully in Elliott’s arms, you knew Father’s Day didn’t need anything, it just needed him

𝐑𝐚𝐲 — the soft click of your mascara tube closing was followed by the sound of small feet thudding against the floorboards behind you. “Ray” you called gently, eyes still on your reflection “can you help him put on his shoes?” he was somewhere behind you, and then one arm slid up gently around your waist as he pressed a kiss to your neck, just below your ear. careful not to smudge your makeup “yeah, I’ll do it right now” he murmured, his buzzed hair brushed your skin as he pulled away. your 3 year old son came running down the hallway in a fit of giggles “come here little man” Ray said, already grinning as he chased after him “no shoes! noooo shoes!” your son squealed, trying to escape down the hallway again, Ray caught him in three steps, lifting him effortlessly into the air. “gotcha” he said, flipping him gently onto his shoulder, your son laughing so hard he couldn’t breathe “Ray his hair” you warned with a laugh, “you’re gonna mess it up.” Ray shot you a quick look over his shoulder as he carried your wriggling son to the couch, settling down with him perched across one knee “I’ll fix it” he promised, before turning to the little boy, Ray slid the tiny sneakers on one by one, fingers moving carefully as he tightened the velcro straps, making sure they were snug but not too tight. you stood in the doorway, arms crossed, watching them. Ray sat there on the couch in black dress pants and a fresh white button up, your son bouncing slightly on his leg “Alright” Ray said, standing with that little grunt dads always make, and lifted your son into his arms as Ray spun him in a lazy circle before planting a kiss on the top of his head. “shoes are on, and then we hand him off to Grandma.” you tilted your head smiling “and then it’s just you and me.” your mom’s minivan rolled up and your son was halfway down the driveway before Ray even set him down. she scooped your son into a hug then, catching your eye over his head “you two be responsible tonight.” she said, you rolled your eyes at that and waved them off, the moment the car disappeared down the street, Ray’s arms came around your waist from behind, warm palms spreading over your hips, then sliding lower, cupping your ass through the soft cotton of your dress. he buried his face in your neck, breathing you in “Mm there she is” he murmured, kissing your shoulder “I’ve missed this” your hands found his, his grip tightened. you turned in his hold and kissed him, messy, tongue first, breathing heavy through your nose, his hand came down, fingers spreading over your lower belly rubbing it slowly, he whispered it against your mouth “another one wouldn’t hurt.” the words sank in. you leaned back just enough to look in his eyes there it was, he really wanted it, wanted you, wanted everything, again. “you trying to get me pregnant again already?” you teased “If you let me” he murmured. his hands were flat against the small of your back like he needed you closer. your fingers dug into the muscle of his shoulders, clutching him through the fabric of his shirt as his chest rose and fell unevenly against yours.

you smiled against his mouth, eyes half opening “Ray” you breathed, then kissed him again slower. your palm slid up his back “we have dinner reservations remember? your father’s day thing.” he didn’t stop kissing you not at first. he groaned soft but frustrated, nose pressed to your cheekbone, breath hot and impatient “Mmmfuck” he exhaled through his nose in a huff, like the words dinner reservations physically pained him. you felt him debate with it, his cock already half hard between you, your warmth, your lips, your scent and the damn calendar block in his mind that said 8:00 PM, steakhouse, father’s day, dress nice. he dipped his forehead to your neck with a grunt, kissing you there once more. “we either do this now or go hungry” you whispered arching an eyebrow. he pulled back finally, jaw clenching as he straightened up. one deep breath through flared nostrils, then another. he looked down at his chest, saw the faint wrinkles in his shirt from where you’d gripped it, he brushed them down with one hand, muttering something low like jesus christ. then “okay” he said, he turned, grabbed the car keys from the hook by the door, then reached back for you with the other hand, lacing his fingers into yours “let’s go” he said, tugging you behind him “before I change my mind”

𝐒𝐚𝐦 — the kitchen smelled like glue, the counter was a mess of glitter, uncapped markers, and little sticky beads. you sat beside your daughter, helping her finish the last details of her father’s day surprise. her small fingers smudged with paint, the craft was simple: a paper plate flipped upside down and painted yellow, with orange and red ribbons glued to the bottom to look like a proper medal. across the center in bold neat lettering it read: BEST DAD she may have picked out the sparkly letter stickers, but the handwriting? that was all you “done!” she announced, sitting back proudly. you smiled, brushing a bit of dried paint from her cheek “okay” you whispered, leaning in like it was a secret “ready to go show daddy?” she nodded, you picked up the plate carefully and followed her barefoot steps out the sliding door, into the backyard where Sam was hunched over something in the grass. you saw him before he saw you shirt slightly damp with sweat, hands working to tighten bolts on what looked like the frame of a new playset. he was focused, a little sun kissed, completely at ease. the sight of him like that still did things to you. “daddy!” your daughter called out, breaking into a run with the plate in her tiny hands. Sam looked up just in time to catch her as she ran into his arms. “hi sweetheart” he laughed, lifting her easily “what’s this?”, “look, look!” she said, shoving the plate between their faces “for you!” he took it gently, looking at the craft like it was the most precious thing he’d ever been given. his smile was soft and big “wow” he said “this is beautiful. thank you baby. I love it.” you walked up beside them, arms folded. Sam looked at the plate again, turning it slightly in his hands, then raised an eyebrow at you playfully “I didn’t know her handwriting got so good” he teased, leaning in to kiss your cheek “yeah she started writing full sentences just yesterday.” you playfully said “should we enroll her in art school already?” he grinned, one arm still holding her tight, the other holding the masterpiece. she leaned her head on his shoulder, giggling proudly, and you reached out to brush a hair strand behind her ear “honestly” you said, eyes moving from the plate to Sam “I think she’s just got really good taste.” Sam kissed the top of her head, then yours “she gets that from her mom.” there was no medal big enough to hold how good he was at this. but she’d made one anyway.

happy fathers day to all the fine pa’s & DILF’S 💐

AND CLEARLYYY I HAVE A FAV so ray’s is like 2k words longer than the rest 😏🙈 #mybabydaddy

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𓊆ྀི 𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𓊇ྀི

[iheartgrayson]

skipping plans | Joseph Quinn

PAIRING: Joseph Quinn x fem!Reader

SUMMARY: Morning vibes, messy hair, and endless cuddles — this is what love looks like when it comes to Joe.

wc: 3.5k

warning: fluff, just lots of fluff, smutish (more like mentions of sex and that kind of things)

a/n: Just feeling like writing how it'd feel waking up with Joe in a lazy mood— just laughter, soft kisses, and dreaming about what’s next. Remember this is not a series, but if you wanna read more of this Joe, you can find it here.

Feedback is welcomed <3

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The sun had barely started its slow climb when you blinked awake, but the weight of Joe’s arm draped across your waist told you everything you needed to know—there was no reason to move yet.

His breath was soft against the back of your neck, steady, warm. You could feel his chest rising and falling behind you, his legs tangled with yours like he'd decided, even in his sleep, that the space between your bodies was unnecessary.

You smiled, eyes still closed, and stretched ever so slightly. His hold tightened instinctively.

“Mmm—don’t,” came his voice, hoarse and lazy. “You’ll make me wake up.”

“You’re already awake.”

“Nope. Dreaming. You’re a very specific dream about cinnamon toast and soft things.”

You laughed, low and quiet. “Are you calling me a soft thing?”

“I’m saying you smell like sleep and sunshine and I wanna keep you here forever, so take that however you want.”

You turned just enough to face him. His hair was a mess—fluffy and ridiculous—and his eyes were still half-lidded with sleep, but the way he looked at you… it was unfiltered. Like you were the first good thing he’d ever seen in the morning. Like the world didn’t start spinning until you opened your eyes.

“Hi,” you whispered.

He smiled, slow and sleepy. “Hi.”

A hand found your hip, then wandered to your back, just resting there, grounding you. You pressed your forehead to his, brushing your nose lazily against his.

“What’s on your schedule for today?” you murmured.

He yawned. “Not a thing.”

“Oh?”

“Stay in bed. Kiss you occasionally. Maybe steal your pillow.”

“Ambitious.”

“Dangerous,” he added, grinning. “You’re the dangerous one, lying here like this, looking so cuddly and not expecting me to do something about it.”

“I don’t mind if you do.”

“Good,” he murmured, already nuzzling closer. “’Cause I wasn’t asking.”

But you both knew that wasn’t entirely true—this softness, this morning, technically wasn’t yours to keep. You both had things to do, places to be… and yet, it felt like the only place you were needed was right there, wrapped in each other’s arms, doing absolutely nothing.

He kissed you—barely there, just a brush of lips, soft and unhurried. His fingers tangled in your hair, tenderly, but his kiss deepened. The warmth of his body against yours stirred something slow and molten in your chest.

Then his phone buzzed, somewhere on the nightstand.

He groaned and buried his face in your neck.

“I hate the version of myself from three days ago for agreeing to that.”

You smiled, eyes still closed, running your fingers lightly down his back. “You could… cancel.”

He paused. Then shifted—one arm stretching across you to grab his phone. You peeked through one eye as he scrolled, blinked, and hit “Call.”

“Mate—hi. Yeah, I’m feeling rough this morning, think I picked up something on the flight. No, nothing bad, just… not at my best. Think I’m gonna have to reschedule. I know. I’m sorry.”

You bit your lip to stifle a smile, pressing your face into his bare shoulder.

“Thanks. Appreciate it. Yeah, I’ll rest up. Cheers.”

He hung up and tossed the phone somewhere it couldn’t interrupt again.

You raised an eyebrow, amused. “That was very convincing.”

He rolled over, pulling you into him, nose brushing your cheek. “I’m an actor.”

“Academy Award–winning behavior.”

“Oh, absolutely. I’d lie to the Pope if it meant staying like this for five more minutes.”

 You laughed and kissed him, soft and slow. It could have stopped there. Should have. But the kiss deepened without trying, and soon you were tangled again—hands in hair, fingers under shirts, breathless and smiling.

He didn’t pull away after that last kiss. Neither did you.

His forehead was still pressed to yours, his lips still wet from laughter, from the sweet, from the simple.

“I had the strangest dream tonight,” he said suddenly, voice still hoarse with sleep and you. “I was in high school again. I had to take a math test... and the teacher was Andrew Garfield.”

You blinked, then let out a soft laugh. “Andrew Garfield?”

“Yeah. He kept telling me I wasn’t showing my work properly. I cried.”

“Poor baby,” you whispered, brushing your fingers through his messy hair.

“And then I realized I hadn’t studied because I was too busy trying to write a poem for a raccoon I had adopted. Named him Dennis.”

That made you laugh louder, your forehead tipping against his shoulder.

“Dennis the raccoon.”

“He wore a bowtie. A red one.”

You were laughing so hard now you could barely breathe. He grinned against your neck, clearly very proud of himself.

“You’re ridiculous,” you whispered, pulling him closer.

“And you love it,” he murmured.

“I do.”

Joe looked at you like you were the moon and the sunrise and everything in between. “God, I love you.”

You smiled, eyes shining, heart full. “You have no idea how much I actually fucking love you.”

He hummed, kissing your cheek. “I have some idea. But I want more.”

Your hands traced invisible patterns over his chest, your leg tangled lazily between his.

 “Sometimes I feel like I’m going to explode from how much I love you. Like… my body’s too small for it. Does that make sense?”

He nodded, eyes soft. “Makes perfect sense. Sometimes I look at you and think, ‘I could literally do anything for her. Like, I would take a bullet for her.’”

You giggled. “That’s dramatic.”

“Well, that’s part of the job, babe.”

“Guess it is,” you said, before kissing him again—slow and a little clumsy from smiling too much, hands cupping his jaw. “God,” you breathed. “You make everything feel lighter.”

He kissed your cheek. Then your nose. Then your temple. “You make everything feel like home.”

And then there was silence. Not heavy, not empty—just full of everything neither of you needed to say aloud. His hand on your ribcage, counting the breaths. Yours in his hair. Your legs tangled. The world distant.

“I don’t ever want to leave this bed,” you whispered.

He pressed his lips to your forehead. “Then don’t. Let’s stay. Forever… But maybe we could have something to eat.”

Eventually, you made it out of bed—reluctantly, tangled together until the very last second. Joe had to peel himself away from your side like a sticker someone didn’t really want to remove. He followed you out of the room still half-draped around you, his arms loose at your waist, lips brushing the back of your neck as you walked.

In the kitchen, the morning light spilled soft and golden through the windows, painting everything with that impossible glow only slow, perfect mornings seem to have.

You moved to fill the kettle, and he leaned against the counter, watching you like you were something sacred. His shirt hung loose on you, sleeves too long, collar slipping off one shoulder. His eyes followed every movement you made, not in hunger, but in awe.

“You’re staring,” you mumbled, not looking at him.

“Can’t help it,” he replied. “You look like a dream I don’t wanna wake up from.”

You rolled your eyes, smiling despite yourself. He came up behind you, arms circling your waist again, cheek resting against your shoulder.

“Coffee or tea?” you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.

“Yes,” he mumbled into your skin.

You laughed, pulling away gently to reach for mugs, but he didn’t let go—his hands following the curve of your back like they belonged there. You made coffee like that, his arms loosely around you, his chin tucked in the crook of your neck.

When it was ready, he took one sip and hummed, eyes closing in appreciation. Then, he leaned in and kissed you like it was instinct, like breathing.

You barely managed to toast some bread and scramble a few eggs—his hands never straying far, always touching: your wrist, your waist, your hip, your back. You sat on the counter to eat, legs swinging gently, and he stood between them, one hand on your thigh, the other holding his plate.

Neither of you spoke much. It wasn’t silence. It was communion. A kiss shared with every bite. A stolen touch between sips. A low laugh when he smeared a bit of butter on your nose on purpose, just to have an excuse to kiss it off.

At one point, he pulled the plate out of your hands mid-bite and set it aside, just to wrap his arms around you properly again.

“You’re clingy,” you teased, even as your arms tightened around his neck.

“I know,” he whispered into your hair. “And I don’t care. It’s criminal how far apart we sleep from each other most nights. I’m just… catching up.”

You nodded against his chest, eyes fluttering closed.

There, in the middle of a quiet kitchen, in oversized shirts and sleepy limbs, surrounded by half-eaten toast and coffee gone cold, everything made perfect sense. No plan. No rush. Just his heartbeat against yours and the feeling that, if this was all you had for the rest of your lives, it would be enough.

You ended up back in bed.

The plates from breakfast were abandoned in the sink, forgotten. Neither of you had said it aloud, but your bodies spoke the same language—fingers lingering too long, eyes catching too often, steps unconsciously in sync until there was no other direction to go but back to the sheets. Back to where you could be tangled, unbothered by anything outside the cotton cocoon of your shared morning.

The sun was already high, light filtering through the curtains in strips that painted his skin gold. You lay beside him, your head on his chest, his fingers lazily tracing circles on your arm.

"I love your face," you murmured as you looked up, your fingers tracing the shape of his cheeks.

It was barely above a whisper, like it was a secret too sacred to say any louder. 

He looked down at you, a crooked smile pulling at his mouth. “Yeah?”

“Mhm.” You propped yourself up on your elbow, leaning down to press a kiss to the bridge of his nose. “Your nose. And this stupid little freckle right here.” Another kiss, just below his eye. “And your lips, obviously. And your jaw—so sharp, it’s offensive.”

He laughed, soft and breathless, eyes crinkling.

“And your eyelashes,” you added, kissing his cheek. “They’re prettier than mine and I’ve made peace with that. Barely.”

“You’re absurd,” he whispered.

“I know”

You shifted closer, your leg slung over his, fingers tracing the curve of his collarbone.

He looked at you like you were made of stardust. Like he'd never seen anything so heartbreakingly soft.

“You’re so fucking beautiful. You know that?” he said, voice low and full of something vast and tender. 

Your throat tightened. “Sometimes I forget. But you remind me.”

He kissed you then, slow and deep, like he was trying to memorize the taste of you.

The kiss deepened, slow at first, then more intent. You didn’t know who deepened first. Maybe it was you. Maybe it was him. Maybe it didn’t matter—because once you were tasting him, everything softened and sharpened at the same time. His hand cradled the back of your head, fingers sliding into your hair like they belonged there. 

You felt the shift in the air—the way the tenderness tilted into something warmer, heavier. Still soft, still careful. But laced with hunger.

“Hmm,” he murmured against your mouth, breath hitching as you tugged him closer, your leg tightening around his waist. “I thought we were resting.”

“This is resting,” you whispered, kissing him again. “Technically, I’m horizontal.”

He laughed, low and breathless, his mouth brushing yours like a secret. “You’re impossible.”

“Lucky you like that about me.”

“Oh, I do,” he said, letting his lips travel down your jaw, slow and deliberate, like he had all the time in the world. “I really, really do.”

Your hands found the edge of his shirt—well, your shirt, technically—fingertips skimming under the fabric and up his back. His skin was warm, alive beneath your touch. He sighed when you touched him like that, like your palms lit something under his ribs.

His hips pressed into yours as his mouth moved down your neck, each kiss sending heat curling through you, pooling low. Still slow, still unhurried—but your body arched instinctively to meet him.

“God,” you gasped, threading your fingers in his hair. “You always do this to me.”

“Do what?” he asked, but he was smiling against your skin, smug and dizzy with you.

“Make me forget anything else exists.”

“Good,” he whispered, lifting your shirt just enough to press his lips to your stomach. “Because nothing else does right now.”

You helped him pull the fabric over your head, your breath catching as he paused to take you in—eyes wide, reverent, like he still couldn’t quite believe you were real.

“You’re perfect,” he said simply, like it was a fact, not something to be argued.

He kissed you again, deeper this time. Slower. You felt him everywhere—his hands on your waist, your thighs, his mouth warm and demanding. You tugged at his shirt and he helped you pull it off, tossing it somewhere behind him without looking.

Your skin met his and it was like a spark—quiet, but electric. Your breaths tangled. The soft rhythm of the morning turned into something molten, something sacred.

Every movement after that was slow. Intentional. A dance you both knew by heart.

His mouth found yours again and again, between words, between gasps, between whispered “I love you”s that felt like prayers. There was nothing rushed in the way he touched you, nothing frantic in how you moved together. Just need, slow-burning and steady, and love—so much love it left your chest aching.

Your fingers dug into his back as your hips moved in perfect sync, your breath catching on a soft moan. He held your face as you came undone, watching you like you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, whispering your name like it was something holy.

And when it was his turn, when his rhythm stuttered and he pressed his forehead to yours with a ragged breath, it wasn’t just pleasure in his voice—it was devotion.

He stayed inside you long after, his body resting gently against yours. One hand tracing aimless patterns on your ribs, the other tangled with yours. Your legs still intertwined.

Neither of you spoke for a while. Just the quiet sound of your breathing slowing, syncing. The calm after the storm, still buzzing with afterglow.

You brushed his damp hair back from his forehead, your eyes meeting his.

“Guess we’re not very good at resting,” you whispered.

He smiled, that soft, crooked smile you loved. “We’re great at resting. Just... enthusiastically.”

You laughed, and he kissed you again. And again. And again.

There was no telling when exactly sleep took you—but it did, slow and heavy, like waves pulling you under. And he was there with you, chest rising against your back, one arm draped across your waist, hand still splayed like it was afraid of losing contact.

When you stirred again, the light through the curtains had shifted. It was softer now, golden and full, creeping in with the quiet confidence of almost-noon. You blinked slowly, still curled in the cocoon of sheets and warmth.

Behind you, he groaned softly, shifting just enough to pull you closer. His nose buried in your neck. You smiled, eyes still closed.

“Are we alive?” you murmured, voice thick with sleep.

“Barely,” he mumbled. “I think I’ve transcended.”

You let out a breathy laugh. “Transcended where?”

He kissed your shoulder. “Somewhere holy. Definitely mattress-based.”

You turned slowly, and there he was—hair a complete mess, lips swollen, eyes still heavy with sleep. Beautiful in a way that made your chest ache. His hand found your waist again like a habit, thumb tracing lazy circles into your skin.

“You okay?” he asked, voice rough.

You nodded. “More than okay.”

He grinned, eyes still half-lidded. “Yeah, me too. Kinda wanna stay here forever, though. Just like this. Maybe order food from bed and never wear pants again.”

“I’m in,” you whispered, brushing his cheek with the back of your hand. “Screw the real world.”

“Screw it sideways,” he agreed, pulling you into him again.

For a while, there were no words. Just kisses. Featherlight and infinite. His fingers played absentmindedly with yours, your legs tangled like ivy. He kissed your nose. Your temple. The corner of your mouth.

“I love you,” he said, for maybe the hundredth time that day, but each one still felt like the first.

You smiled against his lips. “I love you more.”

“Nope. Not possible.”

“Wanna bet?”

His hands found your hips again, playfully this time. “Dangerous game, babe.”

You giggled, hiding your face in his chest. “God, I could live in this bed.”

“Then let’s build a life here. Bed-based economy. Currency: kisses.”

“Brilliant,” you said, mock-serious. “We’re gonna be rich.”

He laughed and you both dissolved into giggles again, and he kissed you just to quiet the sound. Not out of urgency—just because he could. Because every second without touching you felt like too much.

It was him who spoke first, in a low voice, like he was afraid of breaking the spell.

“We have to get up… right?”

“Hmm.” You didn’t even open your eyes, still curled into his chest. “Define ‘have to’.”

“Well, technically we could live here forever. But one of us is gonna need a shower before we die buried in sweat and pheromones.”

“What if I like your pheromones?” you mumbled, kissing him just below the ribs. He laughed—his laugh, that deep, easy one that always seemed to start in his throat and settle somewhere in your stomach.

“Careful. That kind of talk might awaken my ego and we’ll never hear the end of it.”

Eventually, he sat up, stretching one arm to the ceiling like he meant to touch it, the other still tangled in you. He shook his hair from his eyes and looked down at you—and your whole face lit up just seeing him there, tousled and golden, like the day belonged to him just for existing in it.

“Shower,” he said, gesturing toward the bathroom like he was embarking on a grand expedition. “You’re coming, right?”

“Was that a question or an order?”

“A plea disguised as a threat.”

You laughed as you followed him, the sheets falling behind you like a trail, and he reached back to lace his fingers with yours. You walked naked down the short hallway, wrapped in the kind of silence that felt more like a dream than reality.

The shower was slow. Like everything else with him.

There was no rush. No urgency. Just his fingers soaping your back, his lips brushing your shoulder while warm water streamed over both of you. You kissed each other like the steam wrapped you in some secret ritual—where soap mattered less than skin, and words came in whispers or quiet laughter.

At one point, he leaned his forehead against yours, wet and close, breathing your air.

“You know what’s the worst thing about you?”

“Only one thing?”

“Yeah.” He closed his eyes. “You make me think about the future. About plans. Furniture. Grocery lists.”

“Furniture and groceries?” you smiled, stroking his jaw. “How romantic.”

“No, really,” he said, opening his eyes and looking at you like he’d just solved a mystery. “Before, the idea of a Sunday at IKEA sounded like the ninth circle of hell. But with you... I don’t know. I could buy a dresser. Maybe even a ridiculously ugly rug, just because you said it had personality.”

“Wow,” you said, mock-surprised. “Are you telling me you love me enough to tolerate the chaos of my taste?”

“I’m telling you I love you enough to get lost in the lamp section for four hours.”

You laughed, and in the middle of that steam and warmth and the weight of his hands on your hips, it felt dangerously close to perfect.

“I want that,” you whispered, this time without a trace of teasing. “All of it. With you.”

“You’ve got it,” he said, and kissed you like a promise.

You stepped out wrapped in big towels and little giggles, slipping over wet tiles like two kids in love with the moment. He started pulling ingredients from the fridge  while you perched on the kitchen counter, still dripping, still flushed with heat, wrapped in a towel like it was a ballgown. You watched him like he was sunlight made human.

And then, out of nowhere, he turned and asked, seriously:

“Do you think if we adopt a cat, it’ll get jealous if I kiss you more than them?”

“Absolutely,” you said without hesitation. “And I think you should start working on your affection balance now.”

“Are you telling me I’ll have to compete with a narcissistic furball for your attention?”

“Yes. And you’ll lose.”

“Damn. I love this relationship.”

You leaned in to kiss his forehead, the coffee bubbling behind him, the world shrinking down to a humid kitchen full of steam and laughter and soft affection.

Because life with him felt like that—serious, but light. Full of silent promises. And love. The kind you say a hundred times. And somehow—it still felt like the first.

[iheartgrayson]

[iheartgrayson]

Would love some slightly dom reader stuff, where Eddie is kinda thrown for a loop and has a “this better not awaken anything in me” moment when he realizes he can also be a brat and sometimes enjoys being put in his place 🙊

LoveGame

Virgin!Eddie Munson x Experienced!Reader

Summary: Eddie’s an unwilling twenty-one year old virgin, but when the opportunity to lose it arrives, he struggles to seal the deal. Even worse, you don’t know he’s a virgin. Will his ego ever survive this?

Word Count: 6.6k

Warnings: 18+ MDNI!!!! Smut, PiV unprotected sex (but it’s insinuated R is on birth control), slightly dom!reader but mainly just showing Eddie how it’s done, little hint of needy!dom!Eddie at the very end teehee, R talks Eddie through it, math problems during sex, lot of talk of premature ejaculation, naked conversations about virginity, lot of consent, cream pie, cockwarming, shame about intact virginity (virginity is a social construct, nothing matters, but this is for drama), Steve overshares when he’s drunk, a smidge of nipple play, R has boobs that have some weight to ‘em, edging kinda, Eddie sucks at improv, gratuitous endearments, kissing, if I missed any lmk! 

A/N: The beginning of this fic might be the funniest most Eddie-coded shit I’ve ever written. Thank you for the idea, anon. You get a big chunker for it. Also, sorry there’s not really any bratting, I just go where the story takes me. Basically, I just read ‘slightly dom reader’ and Eddie being ‘thrown for a loop’ and went with it lol. If you want something similar to this but dirtier, read Learning From the Best. Vote for a fic!

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There have been a few times in his very short life when Eddie has ‘yes and’d’ himself a little too close to the sun. Like claiming he had enough money to cover his half of a guy's trip with Steve ‘Daddy Owns a Bank’ Harrington. Or embellishing his very limited résumé to land a job at Starcourt, despite knowing absolutely nothing about perfume sales. He just wanted to meet women—who even knows what the fuck the difference is between an eau de parfum and an extrait de parfum anyway? He spent most of that job hiding in the eau de toilette.

And then there was the time he assured Wayne he knew how to drive stick when the man needed a ride home from the eye doctor. That was a bad one. Eddie nearly wrecked his uncle’s car when it stalled in the middle of a busy intersection.

All of those were embarrassing, necessary learning moments. Unfortunately—as a former three-time super senior—Eddie is basically allergic to learning.

And that’s how he got to where he is now—in your apartment, you bent over your neatly made bed, completely naked and ready for him.

He doesn’t know whether to kick his past self or give him a firm, congratulatory handshake. He shouldn’t have lied—but how was he supposed to break the mortifying news of his begrudgingly intact virtue to you, especially when you were coming onto him so brazenly? He’s not used to that kind of treatment. If he were, he‘d like to think he wouldn’t be twenty-one and still a virgin.

Everything kind of blurred together: you coming in to get your car checked at the garage, him recognizing you from back in school, you hitting on him, him matching your energy—he’s a flirt, he can’t help it! You slyly turning the conversation to more salacious territory, information being exchanged, the end of his shift arriving—a why the hell not attitude, some improvised dirty promises…and here he is.

Here you are.

He feels like he could pass out with the way your wet folds glisten in the low lamplight. He’s certain he’s never seen anything as beautiful or enticing—and his head is getting woozier by the second. 

This was your position of choice—chest down, ass up, with your feet still firmly planted on the floor. Eddie probably wouldn’t have chosen this one right off the bat—inexperience or not—he’d like to see your face when he’s inside you. Although, that thought is not very helpful right now, considering he’s trying his hardest—no pun intended—to not blow his load all over your ass and lower back at just the sight of you. That would surely give him away. 

You’re getting impatient, he can tell. 

Since you first laid on the bed, all Eddie’s been able to do is stare and suffer as his stiff cock jumps with need. He’s too afraid to grab himself, despite how badly he wants to pump his fist over his length. Given your lewd display, he knows the smallest bit of stimulation would certainly send him over the edge.

A huff of breath escapes your lips as you roll your pelvis downward, effectively propping your core up higher for him. “Anytime you’re ready,” you breezily mutter, attempting to politely remind him what he came here for. He hasn’t touched you since the few messy kisses you exchanged after stumbling into your apartment, the affection punctuated by haphazard stripping.

Forcing himself to play the part—lay in the bed he made—he summons the most confidently sexy line he can think of. “Y–Yeah, just,” he clears his throat, slipping into character, “just admiring the view.” 

Rolling your eyes at his fake, deep voice, you stare forward at the wall as you shake your head. “Well, I’m not a sunset, I’m a woman, so just fuck me already, will you?”

He clears his throat again—a vain attempt to cover up the whimper that tumbles from his lips as he finally grips his shaft, spreading the leaking precum from his tip down his length. “Yeah, of course. I’ll…just go ahead and…f–fuck you, then.”

Eddie cringes at his own delivery, but he’s never been this close to actually losing his virginity. He’s tried before, but he always says something that turns his dates off. Shockingly, most women want to have sex and actually be satisfied afterward—a truly befuddling sentiment, if you ask him. Regardless, once they figure out he’s a virgin, they send him packing.

Surprised you’re not kicking him out already, he wonders if you must really be that desperate—willing to let a completely inept man attempt to pleasure you. Of course, you don’t know he’s inept. Though, he’s starting to think you’re catching on—especially when you peek back at him with a furrowed brow.

“Why are you so far away? You’re big, but you’re not that big. Get over here.” 

The snort you let out makes him wish the floor would open up and swallow him into hell for all eternity. He really shouldn’t have lied. This time, he’s learned his lesson. He’ll be pious and true if he can just survive this interaction.

His embarrassment is short-lived when you lift your chest off the bed, turning slightly to grab his arm and pull him closer before settling back into position. The way you’re manhandling him only makes him leak more; the odds of him surviving this are dwindling by the millisecond. He feels like he’s trapped in a cage with a hungry lioness, but instead of tearing him apart, you’re letting him play king of the jungle.

Newly close, he can feel your body heat now. All it would take is some confidence and closing a short distance, and he would be inside you. Bare. Raw. 

That was the other thing. You told him he didn’t need to use a condom—something, something control of…something? He didn’t catch the reason. He stopped listening when the idea of his first time being raw permeated his thick skull. 

Not only would he get to be inside you, but there’d be no barrier. He could feel everything. Every pulse, every bit of texture, every new wave of arousal coating him. He’d probably feel things he didn’t even know exist inside the magnificent mystery that is a woman’s pussy. The only reason he knows some stuff is because Steve likes to talk TMI when he’s drunk.

And now Eddie will get to know what it’s like.

If he ever gets his shit together, that is.

Sucking in a deep breath, he guides his swollen tip to your slick folds, rubbing himself along your entrance. You let out a content hum once you feel the contact, but what he’s sure is an addicting sound is overshadowed by his own strained groan. 

He’s now thankful for your position facing away from him because he probably looks like an imbecile with his eyes screwed shut and teeth bared. Radio static plays in his mind as he inches inside you, your greedy folds opening like a springtime flower—blooming and ready. Although, with every half-second more he spends just barely inside you, he decides your cunt is less like a dainty flower and more like a venus fly trap, your walls sucking him into your intoxicating, wet heat—dragging him to an early grave.

You moan at the stretch—he really is big. You’re trying to refrain from slamming your hips back on him because he already seems overwhelmed, but you need more.

“K–Keep going. Fuck, keep going, Eddie.”

“S–Shit, I–I…oh, fuck!”

Only halfway in, Eddie can’t handle it. He’s shaking his head, chest wracking with heaving breaths as he tries to think of as many unsexy things as he can. But it’s too hard—he’s too hard. And you’re too wet, too tight. His hips stall, attempting to gather himself, despite the feel of your pussy pulling him apart at the seams.

Your hands are grabbing onto the comforter, squeezing the poofy fabric as hard as you can, trying desperately to withhold your whines. But you’ve never been very good at being quiet.

“Please, Eddie! Gimme more, I need it,” you mewl, rolling your hips, trying to lure him in deeper. 

Having almost found some semblance of calm before your moaning words, he’s completely lost it now. Pulling out as quick as he can, he hurriedly backs away from your body. A pitiful whine works its way in between huffing breaths as he catches sight of your glistening slick coating half his thick length.

A strained sound of utter dismay escapes you as you feel him pull out, leaving you bereft and empty, missing the heat of his hips near your ass. And you were just adjusting to his girth, just about to push yourself back onto him if he wasn’t going to do it himself. “Wha–Eddie? What the fuck?”

Your desperate wail turns his brain to mush—you actually want him. He’s never felt desired like this. Now your arousal is coating most of his cock, and he feels like he could cry from the frustration of wanting you so badly, but not wanting to disappoint you.

“I’m sorry, I j–just need a minute. Need to–”

His words die on his tongue, taken over by desperate breaths. His whole body is on fire—when did the room get so damn hot? Scrubbing his hands down his face, he pushes them up into his frizzy curls, trying to calm his mind. 

Precum pours from his tip in a sticky, bubbling stream. He’s aching to be back inside you, but he can’t even make it all the way in without the coil deep in his belly tightening, ready to snap. You deserve better than a two-pump chump. Except he can’t even manage two pumps—let alone any.

Turning around, you take in the distressed energy rolling off him in crashing waves. A suspicious frown overtakes your face, but you maintain an air of innocent curiosity so you don’t send him into a complete spiral. 

“You’re acting like you’ve never done this before,” you say, smoothing the edge of accusation out of your voice.

Eddie’s silence is as loud as the elephant in the room, not even attempting to bullshit you anymore. All he can do is drop his hands—his shoulders too—and give you probably the most pitiful look you’ve ever received from a potential hookup. But he can’t meet your eyes for long; embarrassment warms his face and forces him to look away.

“Ah, I see…” you nod, dropping your gaze to the floor as you search for what to say next. This feels like a delicate situation, after all. You need to choose your words carefully, or you’ll probably scar the poor guy. Trying to imagine yourself in his place, you cringe at the mortification he’s clearly feeling.

Your near-non-reaction only adds to his shame. That’s it? That’s all he gets? On the bright side, at least you’re not running him out of your apartment, shoving his clothes into his arms. That would definitely be worse. So he’ll take the awkward silence, but he’s not jumping for joy over it.

“Do…um…” you suck your teeth as you try to figure out how best to ask the question on the tip of your tongue. “Are you looking to…stay that way?” You squint, wincing at your lack of tact. But you really do want to know. He stopped for a reason, but he also made it all the way here, standing naked in your bedroom. Maybe he’s just getting cold feet.

Honestly, Eddie’s surprised he’s not completely soft at this point—though, your question is really pushing it. You’re sitting in front of him, completely naked, supple-looking breasts on full display, and that’s the only reason he’s still leaking. 

The nudity should soften the awkwardness of this conversation, but it doesn’t really help. You and he are definitely not on equal footing here, especially since you seem perfectly at ease under his rapt attention. He, on the other hand, feels like a dainty damsel in need of a satin shawl to clutch to his chest—a vain attempt to cover his modesty.

Shaking his head, his mouth opens and closes a few times as he tries to figure out how to answer that question. No, he doesn’t want to be a virgin! He didn’t agree to come over just for a rousing game of Parcheesi. 

“Uh, can’t say that I am, no.”

You nod understandingly, watching as his lips curl inward. “So you want to have sex?” you clarify, making sure he’s certain. For all you know, he might have second thoughts and want to lose it to someone he cares about—not just a woman he vaguely remembers from high school.

There’s no avoiding your questioning. You’re forcing him to express his desires unequivocally, only adding to his embarrassment. But he figures it’s what he deserves, considering his deliberate omission of the truth about his inexperience.

“That would be great, yeah.”

His wide-eyed nod makes your hesitant expression melt into a smile. An amused huff escapes your nose, and your shoulders shake with laughter as you glance down at your lap before meeting his eyes again. Your head tilts slightly as you admire his earnest expression. The absurdity of the situation hits you all at once. It feels like you're interviewing him for a job, his answers carry an out-of-place level of formality despite the topic at hand.

At first, Eddie was concerned you were laughing at him—at his unfortunate inexperience. But then you look at him with that twinkle in your eyes, and a smile of his own starts pulling at his lips. You’re so beautiful when you laugh. For the first time since he arrived at your place, he feels completely at ease—all thanks to the simple affection in your gaze. 

“Well, lucky for you, I can make that happen. I do wanna know, though… Why– Um…what exactly made you freak out…before?”

Oh, that.

Flames lick up his body, threatening to burn him from humiliation alone. But he needs to be transparent. He’s lucky you’re not like the other women he’s tried to get with—you’re actually curious, and despite your uncomfortable questions, you seem to care about his feelings.

“Well, I…” He starts to explain, but his words dissolve into nervous chuckles. “Obviously, I haven’t done this before. We’ve been over that. But just because I haven’t...you know...doesn’t mean I don’t wanna give it the old college try.” He makes a small swooping motion with his fist, tilting his head facetiously. “Although, it’s starting to make sense why I never made it to college.”

Unable to handle your quiet observing, he hurries to fill the silence. “Basically, I just don’t want to–”

“Blow your load?” you finish, cutting him off.

Eddie jerks his head back, caught off guard by your choice of phrasing. 

“Uh, yeah. And that is probably the most crude way you could’ve put that, but yeah.”

“Sorry,” you chuckle, not feeling all that remorseful. “But that makes sense. And I appreciate that you wanna make it good for me too. You know, some guys who have experience don’t even have that level of care for their partners, so…good on you.”

Warmth spreads across his face once again. It feels like you just threw him a bone like he’s a mangy stray in need of a break, but your comparison to other men does actually make him feel better. He’s never understood the concept of going into a two-person tango with a one-track mind. He doesn’t have proof to back this thought up, but he’s pretty sure he’d get off just from hearing you…get off.

“Thanks. I guess. So…” If he were clothed right now, he’d put his hands in his back pockets and probably dig his foot into the ground idly—just trying to get the awkward tension out somehow. But he’s not, and he’s acutely aware of the fact that he’s still naked in your bedroom, half-hard at this point. 

Surprise takes over your face, pushing you to stand and motion to the bed. “Oh, right! Sorry! Here, since it’s your first time, let’s maybe try something a little easier for you.”

Forcing himself to swallow any embarrassment that rears its ugly head at your words—after all, it’s not an insult, you’re just stating the obvious—he hesitates, but steps over to the bed, meeting your eyes, silently asking for a little more direction. 

“Lay down,” you order, though it’s pretty lighthearted as far commands go. “Just lay back and I’ll do all the work.” 

Following your directions, Eddie settles onto your bed, his cock twitching at your words. He never thought he’d get ridden for his first time, he’s heard from Steve that that’s not a position most girls favor. This feels like an extra special treat, but he can’t help thinking it has more to do with you being special than anything he’s actually earned. 

Once his head hits your pillow, you lean over and lightly fluff it beneath his head. His eyes widen at the way your breasts hang in his face, your pert nipples looking especially appetizing.

“Comfy?” you ask, a teasing smirk on your soft lips.

Despite the admissions and the nakedness of the last twenty or so minutes, your care is the thing that turns his demeanor shy, melting at your sweetness like cotton candy in rain. An affirmative hum leaves his throat as he nods, wide brown eyes admiring your face as you hover over him.

“Good. I want you to enjoy yourself, okay?”

Another nod. 

“And you let me know if you wanna stop. At any time, got it?”

Now a complete puddle under your affection, he nods again. “Y–Yeah. W–What about the– I don’t think I’m gonna–”

Your soft hand caressing his face shuts him up fast. All worries melt from his mind as your thumb rubs his cheekbone, just under his long lashes. His mouth parts in awe as he watches you watch him, the look in your eyes permanently halting any more thinking for the night.

“Shh. It’s okay. I’ll help you. We can make it a game. It’ll be fun. You just have to promise to try your best, can you do that for me?”

Swallowing hard, he feels his cock throb at the way your words spread over him like static during a thunderstorm, shocking him into obedience, leaving his body humming with want. “Y–Yeah, I can do that.”

The bed dips under him as you knee your way onto the surface, bringing your other hand to rest on his opposite cheek. He feels like he took a wrong turn in your gaze and now he can’t find his way out. He should be concerned he might never find his way, but the warmth and desire you’re so evidently displaying makes him think he could build a home and set up shop in your sparkling irises—and that maybe, just maybe, you’d welcome it. 

“Perfect,” you mutter, glancing down at his lips before meeting his eyes again. “Can I kiss you?”

Eddie’s unsure why you feel the need to ask. At this point, he’d let you do anything to him if you’d just look at him exactly how you’re looking at him right now. Plus, you had no issue with his tongue in your mouth earlier, but that was his. You let him take the lead before, so he supposes it’s different now. 

“Please,” he breathes, unbothered at the pure desperation saturating the single word. 

Your eyes flutter shut as you lean down, brushing your lips with his, ever so delicately he almost wants to throw a fit at the poor excuse for a kiss. But his complaint dies on his tongue, just as yours dances into his mouth, sending shockwaves and prickling yearning through his bloodstream. 

He should be embarrassed at how dainty he feels, how quickly you’ve reduced him to a two-dimensional slip of a man, but he can’t seem to care. Especially not when your leg slings over his hips, your warmth coating him the same as your slick. 

Your lips glide across his in what can only be described as a take and take. There is no give—it’s all take, and you’re leaving him no room to complain. Though, based on the twitching thickness beneath your core, you don’t think he’s really in the business of complaining. 

A strangled whimper leaves his lips as you drop your weight a short distance onto him, pressing his erection to his body, your soaked folds perfectly hugging the sensitive underside. Slowly, you ease him into the next steps, rolling your hips and sliding yourself along his length, coating him once more. 

Desperate curses mumble against your hungry lips as he struggles to compose himself. Thus far, he’s been groping the plush duvet to refrain from grabbing you like a lifeline. But the duvet is no longer cutting it, and he needs to feel you, despite the inevitable effect it’ll have on his ability to avoid premature ejaculation. 

Feeling his creeping fingertips against the smooth skin of your calves folded under your thighs, you decide to give him a little something to hold onto. Pulling your lips from his, you mewl at the string of spit connecting you before leaning down to mouth at his jaw, working your way to his pulse point. At the same time, you drag his nervous hands up your legs, flattening his palms against your hips as you guide him all the way up to your breasts. You spread your hands over the back of his larger ones, pressing them into your chest and closing them around the supple skin. 

His hips buck under you, mouth agape at the tingling pleasure your lips grant and the way you must’ve read his mind, directing him to grope you without him even having to plead. Another whimper leaves his lips—you’re all over him, your presence is everywhere. He can still taste you in his mouth, despite your new trek down his neck. He’s relishing the soft weight of your breasts in his palms, your wet heat gliding along his flexing cock, and your scent permeating his brain, effectively marring this memory with you. All of it is you. All he can think is you.

The moment his tip catches on your hole, curses are tumbling out of his mouth. “Fuck, oh, god, oh, fuck! S–Sweetheart, I’m not gonna–I can’t–”

Pulling back from your assault on his neck, you meet his hazy, heavy-lidded gaze with one of your own, except yours has a certain sane type of awareness that his distinctly lacks. “Yes, you can. Be good. You said you would.”

In an instant, his panting mouth closes as a pitiful whine emanates from his throat, his face crumbling with unbridled desire. “I wanna be good, I…I just cant’t– You feel so fucking…fuck.”

His eyes roll back as he feels you lift your hips, allowing his twitching cock to flex freely with need. Precum dribbles out of his sensitive slit when you grab his length, lining him up at your entrance. He presses his head back against your pillow, eyes closing to avoid seeing you notch the swollen head of his cock into your waiting hole.

With just the tip in, you monitor his face, rolling your hips in a circle as your walls squeeze around the welcome intrusion, ignoring his strained groans. “You’re doing so good, baby,” you coo, petting his curls, admiring the way his pretty features are screwed up in pleasure. “Look at you—it’s just the tip and you’re already making me feel so fucking good, honey.”

Melting at the sweet nicknames you’re showering him in, his hips involuntarily buck up, desperate for more, but terrified at how good you’re making him feel. He’s not even as far inside you as he was before and he’s so close to cumming already. He’s certain it has to do with your words and the way you’re talking him through it. Every new endearment makes something spark in his chest, the delicate flame aching to devour your every condescension with untamed eagerness. 

“Wan’ more? You think you can handle it?”

The sultry rasp to your voice has his balls pulling taut to his body, a clear indicator that he can’t handle any more. Anxious to warn you, he shakes his head, worried eyes meeting your dark gaze. “No–No, I can’t…I can’t do it, please!”

“Mm, I don’t believe you, Eds. I think you can. I think you can be very brave for me. Hm? Wanna be brave?”

He can feel precum pulsing out of his tip, smearing against your satin walls as you continue to gyrate your hips. You words, your near-mocking pout as you tell him what you think he can be—it’s all too much and not enough at the same time. But he wants to be good for you, he wants to be so damn good, so he nods, a whimper punctuating his agreement. He’ll be brave. For you. 

“I knew you could do it, you’re so sweet to me, baby.” You lean down and grant him the dirtiest, chaste kiss he’s ever felt—and he didn’t even know that could exist. 

Before he has a chance to respond, you sink your hips down onto him, sucking his full, thick length into your wet heat all at once. Dragging your hands from his hot cheeks to his damp chest, you throw your head back in ecstasy. You’ve never felt this full before and it’s intoxicating. He’s so fucking big, the biggest you’ve ever taken. You can’t help but feel deviously happy to be his first, to know no other woman was smart enough to give this silly dumbass a chance, and thereby losing out on the fattest cock you’ve ever had the absolute pleasure of taking. 

“Oh, fuck, Eds. God, you’re so fucking big, unh!” 

At the sudden warmth fully encapsulating his sensitive length, he lurches forward, his abdomen tightening, hips squirming as you grind your clit against the curly black hairs at the base of his shaft. 

“Fuck! I can’t– Why did you–oh, god, oh, god, I’m so c–close,” he mewls, biting his lip in a vain attempt to draw back his impending orgasm. 

His words pull you back from your reverie—you’re not done with him yet, it can’t end so suddenly, especially when you’ve gotten this far. 

“Hold it,” you order, your tone tinged with haste as you try to bring him back down. “Not yet, honey, I’m not done with you.”

“F–Fuck, the…” he swallows hard, fighting for the words to come out, “the nicknames aren’t helping.” His hands drop down to the junction of your hips, kneading the skin with white-knuckled desperation. 

“Sorry,” you giggle, forcing a sympathetic pout onto your face as you watch him struggle to maintain his composure. 

“Fuck, don’t, don’t–don’t laugh either. Sound so–so fuckin’ pretty when you laugh, oh, god, I’m close again. I can’t– Every time you laugh…you squeeze my cock so f–fuckin’ good, oh, sweet Jesus.”

Unable to stop the chuckle that escapes at his mindless babbling and hidden affection, you rub his pec, an earnest attempt at placating his frayed nerves. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Just…count to ten, okay? Take deep breaths and count to ten, and then let me know when I can move.”

Hesitantly nodding, he looks up at you before forcing his gaze away, ultimately deciding that if he wants to bring himself further from the edge of climax, he can’t look at the way you look so pretty on top of him—the way you’re sitting down on him like you own his body.

One.

Two.

Three.

F–Four—fuck, you’re squeezing him again.

Four.

Five.

S–Six—god, you’re pretty.

Seven.

Eight.

Nine.

Ten. 

His breath is calmer now—no longer heaving and panting—but he doesn’t feel completely sane yet. Although, he doesn’t think that will ever actually happen, especially not while being inside of you. 

“I wanna say you can move, but I don’t know how much you can move. I’m not exactly known for my strong will.” 

His lame attempt at a self-deprecating joke actually lands with you and that makes him simultaneously immensely pleased and angry with himself. He’s glad to have made you laugh because your face lights up so beautifully when you laugh, but he’s pissed that he completely forgot the repercussions of your laughter—your walls pulsing around him in perfect tune with the light cadence.

“I’ll go slow, I promise.”

That promise might as well have been useless because the first lift of your hips has his hands hurriedly grabbing at your waist, a death grip attempting to stop your movements. 

“H–Hold on, I need to–”

“Calm down, Eds, I barely even moved.”

His cock flexes inside you, pressing against your walls with aching need. If it had a mind of its own, it’d probably disown Eddie for his countless attempts to take your generous stimulation away, but he can’t go down like this. His first time can’t be this pitiful. 

“I know, I know, I’m trying– Oh, fuck!”

Ignoring his pleas, you continue your way up his length, all the way until his swollen, ruddy tip is the only thing inside you. The moment a relieved breath escapes his lips, his cock mostly free of your clenching walls, you sink back down, taking him all at once. You continue like that for a bit, slowly fucking yourself down onto him as he stutters out desperate curses and pleading cries. 

Eddie’s losing his mind; nothing has ever felt this good—surely not his own fist. With you on top of him, in full control, it feels like you’re showing him a new version of sex he never knew existed. All Steve’s ever talked about is him having sex with women, he’s never heard his friend mention a woman ever having sex with him. 

Despite sex taking up most of his every-day thoughts, he hadn’t ever really considered that he didn’t need to be the one leading. If he knew that, maybe he wouldn’t have been a virgin for as long as he was. It was always when he pretended to be something he wasn’t that the women he was with caught on, inevitably kicking him to the curb. 

But the thought of other women at a time like this sours in his mind—he never wants to even look at another woman that isn’t you. You’re so pretty and funny and you’re fucking him so damn good, he’s practically drooling.

Suddenly, you lean down, hips still rolling as you whisper into his ear. “You’re doing so well for me, baby. You’re making me feel so good, fuck. Wan’ you to cum inside me so bad, Eddie, please.”

His hips jerk at your words, his head pressing down deeper into the pillow. “Fuck, that’s–you’re cheating! That’s cheating! You’re fucking with me.”

Relishing his blunt nails digging into your thighs before moving to the fat of your ass, you laugh at his petulant fit. “Maybe a little. But you look so pretty like this.”

“S–Stop saying that,” he whines, frowning like your words are doing more for him than even your warmth hugging him in a vice grip is. “Don’t call me pretty.”

You’re making him lose the white-knuckled grip he has on his will, his ability to stave off the orgasm you’re so wickedly trying to draw out of him. Apparently, he’s made it too long and now it’s time for sabotage. It’s so unfair, and so utterly sexy.

“Why not? It’s the truth.” You grin, leaning down to peck his lips and giggling at the way he chases after your affection. “You’re so pretty. Got a pretty face…a pretty body,” you coo, dragging your nails along his chest, relishing the shiver you pull from him before steeling yourself for your most devious comment yet. “A pretty cock…”

“Oh, god I’m gonna–I’m gonna cum! Sweetheart, please, I can’t–”

Halting the bounce of your hips, you freeze on top of him. “Quick, what’s six times twelve?”

A frown furrows his brows, he looks up at your eager gaze, abdomen clenching with need. “W–What?”

“Six times twelve. What is it?”

“I don’t–I don’t know,” he shakes his head, confusion mixing with pleasure as his eyes flutter shut. He’s drowning in desire—drowning in the wet heat of your pulsing pussy; math is not computing in his brain right now.

You can feel the way his cock is swollen and throbbing inside you, his cum probably rushing up to the tip, ready to spill freely, but you’re not done training him just yet. “Fine, let’s break it down.”

“Sweetheart, I really don’t think now is the–” his sentence dies on his tongue, gritted teeth try to stop the strained groan from escaping his throat as you grind your clit against his pelvis once more.

“Start with six times two.”

“Seriously?”

He can’t believe this is your plan—make him do math until he doesn’t have to cum anymore. But you’ve gotten him this far, so he figures there’s a first time for everything. 

“Yes,” you bite, raising an expectant brow at him. “Now, six times two. Don’t make me repeat myself again.”

A shiver runs through his body at your threat—what the hell are you doing to him? “Uh, it’s…ah, fuck. It’s twelve. It’s twelve.”

A victorious smile pulls at your lips, proud of him for working it out at a time like this, no matter how simple the equation was. “Very good,” you coo, slowly sliding up his length again. “Now, carry the one and what’s six times one?”

“F–Fuck, I didn’t say I was ready!”

“Yeah, well, I’m getting a little impatient,” you shrug, smirking down at the incredulous look on his face. 

Huffing out a quick breath, he hisses out another groan as you drop your core back down onto him, starting a tortuous pace. “Six! It’s six! Jesus Christ, this isn’t working. All you’re doing is making math hot now.”

More than ever, he’s feeling thankful that ‘86 really was his year and he finally made it out of that hellhole they call Hawkins High. He’s not sure he could’ve survived the humiliation of cumming in his pants in math class. 

“Flattery will get you everywhere, but not right now,” you quip, giving his tip an extra circle before sliding back down. “Remember, you carried the one.”

“Fuck, okay, shit, uh…seven! It’s seven!” 

Turning on a dime, you start fucking yourself down onto him faster than before, reveling in the way his thick cock drills into you, oozing precum. “Now put it all together, baby.”

“Oh, god, it’s– I’m cumming, fuck, fuck, fuck me! I’m–I’m… Sweetheart, I’m cumming!”

A deliciously wicked giggle rings in his ears as he realizes you’re not stopping anymore—you want him to cum. The tight coil deep in his gut snaps like a rubber band, sending him hurling over the edge. His cock flexes as ropes of cum shoot out of his swollen tip, painting your inner walls with what feels like the biggest load he’s ever had. 

His heavy balls pull taut to him as you continue to slam your hips down on his twitching length, milking him for every last drop, like you’ve earned it. 

“Oh, god, Eddie,” you mewl, bringing your fingers to your clit in tight circles. The stimulation makes you go rabid, fucking yourself onto him at a breakneck pace, chasing your high. In no time, stars burst behind your eyes like a flaming supernova as you moan and mewl, pitifully grinding yourself onto his softening cock, desperate to prolong the best orgasm you’ve ever had. 

“Fuck, baby, I feel s–so full. So full of you, Eds.”

Your whine sends chilling aftershocks through his body, wracking him with shivers as he claws at your hips, mewling with need. Need for what, he’s not sure. He’s never felt so satisfied, but there’s something he’s missing.

Like he has no control over his actions, his hands slide up your damp back, pulling your shaking body down onto him. His arms snake around your upper body, sealing your chest to his as he matches his heaving breaths to yours. Pressing a mindless kiss to your hairline, he realizes this is what he was missing. He needs to feel you in his arms, not just on top of him. On top of him was great, but he wants to hold your trembling body and know you’re coming down from the same cloud. He wants to rest for a while, explore your body with idle hands and lazy affection.

“It’s seventy-two.”

“What?” you mumble from your safe position deep in the curve of his neck, panting lips brushing sweaty skin.

“Six times twelve,” he clarifies, mumbling the words against your head. Keeping one arm around your back, he brings a hand up to pet your hair—soft, delicate, and aching with unspoken devotion. “It’s seventy-two.” 

A hazy smile quirks up his lips when he feels the balmy air from your breathless chuckle smooth over his neck, the comforting squeeze of your walls warms his face.

“Good job. Very good job.” 

A pout starts to form on his face when he feels you pull away from him, your chest lifting from his. The reaction is short-lived, though, once he hears your teasing words.

“You sure you were a virgin?”

A devious grin spreads across his face, almost matching your own as he tweaks your nipple in punishment.

“Ow!” you shriek, jolting back and grabbing your breasts, protecting yourself from any further assault. It’s not like it actually hurt, but ‘ow’ was the only thing your brain could think to say. It was either that or let out the moan that just nearly made it, but you don’t want to let that go to his head and encourage more teasing to your sensitive nipples.

In your shock, your hips slide away from him, an involuntary reaction to avoid his electrifying teasing. The unstable movement makes Eddie hiss out a strained groan, the stimulation on his spent cock waking it up again. His grin slides off his face as he pulls his lower lip beneath his teeth. Clamping his large hands down onto your hips, he drags you back to him, not letting himself slip out of you. 

This time, you’re unable to stop the moan from tumbling past your parted lips as you feel him harden inside you. Still full of his first load—safe and deep inside—you shiver at the thought of him not even pulling out and just fucking another one into you. 

“Oh, god… I’ve created a monster…” you mutter, breathless at the way he’s lazily grinding up into you, strong hands guiding your tired hips, his fervor growing with every passing second. 

Eddie shakes his head, gazing up at you with unbridled hunger. “Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea.”

A/N: Let me know what you guys thought of this! I think it's the softest smut I've ever written lol.

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teen pregnancy series - eddie munson part 2

Eddie Munson x female! reader

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Teen Pregnancy Series Masterlist

Summary:

A broken condom leads to the end of your life as you knew it.

Part 1

Warnings:

Smut (18+), unprotected p in v, oral (f receiving), fingering, creampie, pregnancy, pregnancy sex, pregnancy complications, drug use, comments about weight, shitty parents, financial stress

Word Count: 20k

A/N:

This was a longer wait than I anticipated, I’m sooo sorry! I really hope you guys love this part though! There will be a part 3. Thank you a million times @glassbxttless for my banner, helping me with accurate information, and reading, and thank you @feral4youu for being amazing, a total genius, and always willing to bounce ideas!

It was Saturday, and Eddie was at work - as he was most days. You were bored out of your mind - Robin had a band thing, so you were left alone. You were going through your closet, making yourself sad as you found that half of your wardrobe didn’t fit anymore.

You settled on a sweatshirt with jeans using the hair tie on the button trick to give you more room for your growing belly. You smoothed a hand over it, looking in the mirror - it could still be camouflaged by the sweatshirt, looking like it was just oversized and maybe you had gained a little weight. No big deal. Nothing suspicious.

You called Steve.

“Hello?” he answered, and you were grateful he was at home for once.

“Hey,” you said. “Can you give me a ride?”

Steve sighed. “Where to?”

“I want to go to Benny’s and surprise Eddie at work,” you said. “I haven’t gotten to spend time with him for a couple days.”

“You’re lucky I don’t have anything else to do besides drive you guys around,” Steve grumbled. “Wait- I mean, I do, it’s just-“

“See you in a few, Stevie!”

You didn’t live far from Steve. You knew he’d be there soon, so you grabbed your bag and walked down the stairs. Unfortunately, your parents were in the living room, and they weren’t in the mood to let you leave without explanation.

“Where are you going?” your dad asked, looking up from the television. He lifted the remote control and muted it. “Not to hang out with that loser boyfriend, I hope?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but your mom looked up from her book at that moment. She eyed your outfit up and down. “Did you gain weight?”

You froze. Goosebumps covered your skin, and you felt your breakfast rising in your throat. “I- I don’t think so?”

Your mother’s brows drew together. “Are you sure? You’re looking a little...”

Your cheeks heated, and suddenly it was a lot hotter in the house. “No, mom.”

You were saved by the car horn honking twice outside. Jolting, you adjusted your bag on your shoulder and looked from the front door back to your parents. “Steve is here. I’ve got to go.”

“Now, there’s a nice young man,” your father said. “A Harrington. That’s who you should be with. Someone put together, who’s name commands respect.”

You ignored him. You turned and walked down the hall, slipping your shoes on and opening the front door. Steve’s BMW idled in your driveway behind your parents’ cars. You could see him in the front seat, fiddling with the radio, his left arm resting on the open window.

He gave you a kind smile when he saw you approaching, his eyes dropping down to your stomach. That was something you’d started to get used to. Everyone looked at your belly first - usually judgmentally.

You slid into the passenger seat just as Steve decided on a radio station playing Blondie. “Hey,” he said. He poked at your belly playfully. “They’re growing.”

You smiled sheepishly. “Yeah. They are.”

He put the car in reverse and backed out of your driveway, putting his hand on the back of your seat to look out the back window. He began the drive to Benny’s, the music playing low over the car speakers.

Neither of you said anything. Your hand absentmindedly rubbed your stomach, your head in the clouds. You watched the scenery pass by through the car window.

“So,” Steve said after about 5 minutes of silence. “Uh…is Eddie excited?”

“About the babies?” you asked. “I mean, I think so. We haven’t had the chance to talk about it much recently.”

Steve nodded. “Is he doing okay?”

You were unsure how to answer that question. It seemed like he was, but at the same time it was obvious that things were weighing on him. Dropping out, the job, the money. “I think so.”

Steve could tell you didn’t want to talk about it, so he didn’t push it. You rode quietly until he pulled into the parking lot of Benny’s.

The first thing you noticed was that Eddie’s van wasn’t there. But you knew his schedule, you were sure he was working today. You felt a sinking feeling in your stomach as you climbed out of Steve’s car and walked into the front.

You approached the counter, where Benny himself was sitting.

“Hey,” you said, catching his attention. “Uh, is Eddie here?”

Benny sighed. “No. He called out. Again.”

You froze. He what? Had he not been going to work? “Okay, thanks,” you said, turning and walking out of the restaurant on autopilot.

“If you see him, tell him he’s getting fired if he does this one more time!” Benny called after you, which made you immediately feel like you were going to be sick.

You got back into Steve’s car, slamming the door unintentionally.

“Woah,” Steve said, dropping his hand from where he had been fixing his hair in the mirror. “What happened?”

“He wasn’t there,” you said shortly. You were fuming - you couldn’t even look at Steve.

“He- what do you mean?”

“He wasn’t there,” you repeated. “So who knows what the fuck he’s doing.”

Steve looked ahead. He tapped his fingers against the steering wheel, thinking of a logical and reasonable reason Eddie would have skipped out on work. “Do you want to go to his place?”

You thought for a second. Did you want to go to Eddie’s? Did you want to see him right now? Did you want to know what he was hiding from you?

“Okay,” you said. “Let’s go.”

The ride to Forest Hills was tense. Steve didn’t know what to say - but he hoped for Eddie’s sake that he wasn’t up to anything nefarious.

The van was parked out front. You were seething, furious yet also terrified. What if he was in there with another girl? You weren’t sure if you could survive that.

You climbed out the second Steve stopped the car, walking up to the front door. Steve followed behind you, a hand on your back in case you were to lose your balance. You didn’t even notice him. You banged on the door three times.

You waited. When no one came, you banged on the door another three times. You were about to do it a third time when the door opened and you saw Eddie, dressed in his sweatpants and no shirt. He smiled at you like there wasn’t a single thing wrong in the world, and the smell of weed wafted out of the trailer behind him.

“Hey, baby,” he said. His eyes moved to Steve standing behind you, but he didn’t seem confused whatsoever. “Steve.”

“Eddie,” you said calmly, despite you feeling anything but. “What are you doing at home?”

He shrugged. “Just hangin’ out.”

You blinked. “And what about work?”

“Oh, I didn’t really feel good this morning,” Eddie said. He still didn’t look phased at all. He looked happy, like he didn’t even realize he was in trouble.

You felt a sinking feeling in your stomach. “Eddie…what are you on?”

Steve looked at you. “What do you mean? He’s stoned off his ass.”

“Yeah, and something else,” you said. Eddie had the decency to look ashamed by this point, avoiding your eyes. “Did you take the Special K?”

Eddie rubbed the back of his neck, still avoiding your gaze. “Just a little.”

“Eddie…” you scoffed. “Are you fucking serious? And Benny said if you did this one more time you’re fired. How many times have you called out to get high?”

Eddie was looking anywhere but at you, as if he was pretending you couldn’t see him. He shrugged. “A few times.”

“Eds…” you were hurting now, the anger being replaced by betrayal. “How could you do this? How much money do you have saved up? Or did you blow it all on drugs?”

His lack of an answer was an answer itself. He had nothing. Dropping out and all his hard work had been for nothing. Your face fell, your stomach dropping. “You really have nothing for us? You’ve just been getting high and leaving me to just be…fucked once the babies are here and we have nothing?”

Eddie looked properly scolded, but he was still too high to take in the severity of what you were saying. “I’m sorry.”

You shook your head. “Sure you are, Eddie.”

You turned and stomped away from the house and back to Steve’s car. You were wiping tears away, too angry to let Eddie see how hurt you were. Steve chased after you, trying to stay near you as you stomped through the yard. You huffed but allowed him to open the car door for you and hold your hand as you got in.

“Shit,” Steve said as he drove away and back towards your house. “I’m sorry. That did not go well.”

“Not your fault,” you shrugged, looking out the window. You didn’t want anyone to see how badly you were hurting. This was embarrassing.

Steve stopped trying to talk to you, sensing you weren’t in the mood. That’s the thing about Steve, he was always good company - even when you didn’t want company.

He pulled up outside of your house. “Do you want me to come in, or…”

“You don’t have to do that,” you said. “Thank you, though.”

“Yeah, of course.”

You were relieved your parents weren’t home. You were really starting to show, it’s no wonder your mom made the comment about your weight. 12 weeks with twins was serious, apparently. It had started to make you a little happy, but now you were miserable.

You rubbed your hand over your growing belly, now firm beneath your palm. Your little babies. Safe in there, for now. You loved them already.

You went upstairs and drew yourself a bath. You undressed, climbing into the tub and then easing yourself beneath the water. The warmth relaxed your aching body instantly. You cradled your belly, smiling to yourself despite how fucking sad you felt.

When you got out, you wrapped yourself in your favorite fuzzy towel. You dried yourself and your hair, then changed into a silk pajama shirt and shorts set. It wasn’t long after you climbed into bed that you drifted off into a deep sleep.

You were woken up hours later by a noise. You were confused at first- what the fuck? Then you heard it again. Clink. Clink. Clink.

You walked over to your window, your feet shuffling over the soft carpet. You crossed your arms in front of yourself, wishing you had your robe. You peeked out the window - and saw Eddie standing there on the ground below, smiling sheepishly.

You opened the window. “Eddie, what are you doing?”

“Can I come up?” he asked.

Your eyes widened. “How?”

Eddie held his arms out to the trellis and ivy on the side of the house. “I can climb it.”

“Eddie, I think that’s a bad idea-“

But he was already climbing, faster than you’d expected, too. Eddie was skilled in a lot of things, but it still always impressed you. He climbed up the side of the house without incident, and you stepped back to let him climb in the window.

When he climbed in and stood to his full height with that grin on his face, it occurred to you how handsome your boyfriend was. You never knew that being pregnant could make you so horny all the time - you were mad at him, but you wanted him in your bed even more. His expression turned serious as he approached you.

“Baby,” he started. “I’m so sorry. I was a fucking idiot.” He looked so genuinely apologetic, so distraught, you had to believe him. “I swear, I…I’m done. With all of it. That was so fuckin’ stupid of me. I’m not gonna miss another day of my shitty job, I’m not gonna buy or sell or partake, I’m so fucking sorry about the Special K oh my god-“

“Eddie,” you said, putting a stop to his rambling. “I get it.”

Eddie took a deep breath. “I just want you to know I’m serious. That I really know I fucked up. That I love you and the babies and I want what’s best for you. They need me. You need me. I should have been saving that money like I promised.”

It was hard to stay mad at him when he was being so genuine. He held out a hand, tentatively, like he was worried he’d scare you away. You took his hand and he pulled you into him.

“I love you,” he said. “So much.”

“I love you too,” you said, and you meant it completely.

He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. The back of his hand brushed over your stomach, feeling how the babies had grown since he’d last properly seen you.

“They’re so healthy,” he smiled. “Strong little beans.”

You smiled back up at him. “They’ve grown a lot. I feel like I was half this size yesterday.”

“Well, you look beautiful,” Eddie said. “You look so good carrying my babies.”

You giggled but then Eddie was kissing you again, walking you back towards your bed. “Eds, my parents are home…” you said quietly, and Eddie groaned.

“We’ll be quiet. They’re asleep, they’ll never know.”

It was hard to protest when he was kissing down your neck now, making you go weak in his arms. He held you up (with a little more effort than before), then gently laid you down on your bed.

“I love these,” he said, rubbing his hand over the pink silk of your pajamas. He felt the lace of your shorts, moving up until his hand was resting over your belly. He left his hand there, and when you looked up at his face, he was looking down at you with so much affection in his expression it nearly took your breath away.

He caught you looking and met your eyes before looking away shyly. “Sorry. Sometimes it just hits me, y’know?”

You placed your hand over his. “I get what you mean.”

He slowly stretched out over your body, his hand staying where it was. Then he kissed you, all of his love and emotion in that single kiss. “I love you,” he said when he pulled away to hover over your lips. “I love all three of you so fucking much.”

“We love you too,” you giggled, then he was kissing you again.

You helped push his jacket off his shoulders and then pull his shirt over his head. Your hands danced over his bare chest - you loved seeing him like this, his tattoos, his dark hair splayed out over his pale skin. He slid his hand beneath your top, still resting on your stomach.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” he said, shaking his head in wonder. “I can’t fucking believe it. I didn’t think you could get any hotter.”

You laughed. “I didn’t think you’d find me attractive like this at all. And I’m only gonna get bigger.”

“Are you kidding?” Eddie looked at you like you were crazy. “I’ve never seen anybody so hot in my life. Kinda wanna keep you like this,” he teased.

You laughed, but it turned into a gasp of a moan when Eddie bit down on your neck. He unbuttoned the front of your shirt, letting the material sit open on your front. He pulled back and took in the whole view, eyes going from your face, to your tits, to your belly, to your panties, back up and down again with a wolfish grin.

“Fuckin’ incredible,” he said.

He undid his own jeans, pushing them off and onto the floor. He got between your legs and kissed all over your thighs, worshipping your body as he lowered your silk shorts down your legs. Once they were off, he spread your thighs and dove in.

“Oh!” You covered your mouth with one hand, the other going down to pull at Eddie’s hair. “Ohmygod, Eds-“

He groaned as he ate you, wasting no time taking you right to your peak. There was no teasing, only Eddie worshipping his favorite part of your body. He rutted his hips against the bed, hard cock rubbing against your comforter and giving him some sort of friction. He wanted to be inside of you - but needed to taste you first.

He slipped two fingers into your pussy and you arched your back, gasping. “Eddie!”

“That’s it baby,” he mumbled against you. “Let me make you feel good. Need you to cum on my face.”

He was getting you there fast. It was almost overwhelming, your head spinning from the intensity of the building orgasm. He sucked hard on your clit and pressed against your g-spot with his fingers and then you were nearly screaming his name, covering your face with your pillow to keep yourself quiet.

Eddie moaned as he lapped up everything you were giving him. He loved working you through your orgasms, making them last as long as possible. Eddie was not a selfish lover. He loved to give.

When you were pushing him away, he finally lifted from between your legs, looking up at you with a devious expression, his lips and chin covered with your slick. “I need you so bad.”

“Yeah?” you squeaked, your voice still shaking from how hard he’d made you cum.

Eddie laughed, climbing back up your body. He placed a kiss on your stomach before reaching your lips again. “Yeah, baby.” He pushed his boxers down, then he was lining himself up with your entrance.

“Please,” you begged him, wanting his cock, still delirious from cumming on his tongue. “I want you.”

Eddie groaned as he pushed inside, sinking deeper, deeper, deeper. You whined, fingernails digging into his biceps, as a choked moan clawed its way from Eddie’s throat. He bottomed out inside of you and immediately started rocking his hips into you.

“Yeah,” he moaned. “Fuck, feels so good, doesn’t it baby?”

“So good, Eds,” you whined. “So so good. Love your cock.”

“I know you do, baby,” he said. “You’re being so good for me. Saying the right things, taking my cock so well.”

“Wanna be good for you,” you nodded, already drunk on him. “I’ll be so good.”

Eddie groaned at that, his hips speeding up. “I know you will, baby. You’ll be so good. You’re gonna let me cum inside you, yeah?”

You nodded again. “Mmhmm.”

“Fuck yeah,” Eddie hissed. “I love that. Love filling you up.” His lips were right against your ear now, brushing the shell of it. “You already let me knock you up, right baby? Already let me fill you up so good you’re carrying my babies now. Always were such a little slut.”

You whimpered, the dirty talk doing something to you. Eddie grunted with every deep thrust, you knew he’d be going harder if it wasn’t for the babies. He was still careful.

“God, I fuckin’ love you,” he grunted, fucking you so hard your legs were shaking around his waist. “Can’t believe you’re mine. Too fuckin’ good for me, baby.”

You would have disagreed, but you couldn’t even get a coherent thought out. Eddie fucked into you a good couple more times and then you were crying out his name, Eddie quickly covering your mouth with his hand as he laughed breathily in your ear.

“Can’t let your parents hear you screamin’ my name, baby.”

Your eyes rolled back as Eddie lost himself in the pleasure of your body, only a few more thrusts before he was gasping and stilling, groaning your name quietly over and over as he came inside of you like he’d promised.

When he’d come down, he pulled out and climbed off of you. He grabbed a towel from your attached bathroom and carried it over to you, content smile on his face.

It always stood out to you how out of place Eddie looked in your bedroom. It was still decorated from when you were younger, mostly pink and cute. Then Eddie would come in, big, dangerous-looking metalhead with his long hair and tattoos and scary facade. The big scary guy who was now cleaning you up and then climbing into bed to cuddle with you, his hand resting over your unborn babies.

He held you all night.

—

You woke the next morning in high spirits.

Eddie was still in bed with you, holding you close. You’d had amazing sex the night before. And your parents weren’t home this morning. You felt content.

Eddie woke up as you were attempting to slide out of his arms. “Where y’going?” he mumbled sleepily.

“Bathroom,” you giggled at his pouting. “I’ll be right back.”

“I’m hungry,” he grumbled.

You frowned. “Did you even eat yesterday, or did you just get high then come straight over here?”

Eddie was quiet for a minute. “The second one.”

“Eds.” You sighed. “Well let me go to the bathroom then we’ll go downstairs and cook some breakfast.”

Eddie mumbled something happily as you stood from the bed and headed into your attached bathroom. When you were done, you came back to find Eddie sitting up on your bed, still naked, rubbing his eyes.

“You okay?” you asked. Eddie looked up at you, eyes lingering on your naked body before he could come up with a response.

“Yeah, just tired,” he said. “I’d sleep some more, but I think I might be even more hungry.”

“We can come back to bed after we eat some breakfast,” you offered. You pulled on a pair of shorts and a random t-shirt. You caught sight of yourself in the mirror - you looked very pregnant in this. The thin t-shirt hid nothing. “What do you want?”

Eddie’s eyes were locked on your form. “Uh…I guess some…pancakes, bacon, uh…damn, you really are pregnant, aren’t you?”

You blushed as you looked down at your body. It was constantly changing, and you were starting to get somewhat used to it. “Yeah. Do I look…bad?”

Eddie shook his head. “No! No. I’m sorry. That was kinda rude. I just…that thing you said, about how things can change overnight? I didn’t believe you, but damn.”

You looked at yourself in the mirror again. You did look a little bigger, maybe. Or maybe Eddie just hadn’t gotten a good look at you last night. Either was possible. You placed your hands on the bump, wondering if you should cover up more, if you looked gross-

“Sweetheart,” Eddie said, standing and walking over to you. He put his hands there, too. “I see you thinking too hard. Don’t. You look beautiful. It just…surprised me, is all.”

You wanted to believe that Eddie didn’t find you unattractive now, but your self doubt kept creeping back in. “Let’s go get some breakfast.”

Eddie pulled on his boxers and shirt then followed you out of the bedroom. He kept pulling you into him and kissing you, which would make you giggle and slap at his chest playfully. “Eddie, we’re never gonna get down the stairs at this rate.”

“What if I don’t want to?” he teased as you grabbed his hand and walked down the stairs. “What if I wanna get back in bed and make out with you all day?”

“Tempting,” you hummed. Eddie pulled you into him one more time as you got to the kitchen, kissing you hard against the wall. You tangled your hands in his hair, both of you smiling into the kiss. You couldn’t get enough of each other.

When you finally broke apart for air, you turned the corner, still giggling with Eddie’s hand in yours.

Eddie nearly walked right into you as you stopped.

Your parents were sitting in the kitchen, as if they’d been waiting for you. They did not look happy. 

“You two weren’t as quiet as you thought you were last night,” your dad said, sitting his coffee down on the table.

You wanted to die on the spot.

Your mom said your name, and you knew you were in for it now. You clung to Eddie’s hand, who stood protectively next you with his other arm around your back.

They were about to start talking when your mom looked down over the counter. Her eyes went wide and her jaw dropped. “Oh, Jesus,” she said, bringing her hand up to her chest. “You didn’t.”

“What?” your dad asked. He followed your mom’s line of vision, and then he saw it, too. “Oh, Jesus Christ,” he muttered.

“How…how far?” she asked you, tears welling in her eyes. You felt like the worst person on the planet.

“I…” You looked up at Eddie, who squeezed your hand for support. “I’m 12 weeks,” you answered, turning back to face your parents.

“12 weeks?” your mom repeated. Her eyes dropped down to your bump. “…Are you sure?”

“It’s…it’s twins.”

Your mom’s eyes widened, her hand coming to cover her mouth in shock. Tears slipped down her cheeks, and you wanted nothing more than to get out of this conversation.

“Jesus,” your dad said. “Could you two have fucked up any worse?”

The silence settled over you. You felt like you couldn’t breathe, your chest too tight and not enough air being pulled into your lungs. You felt dizzy, your head spinning. You held onto Eddie tighter.

“How the hell did you get yourself into this, with him?” your dad continued, only getting more angry by the second.

You looked at Eddie, terrified. “We were careful, I swear. But the condom broke-“

“You expect us to believe that?” your dad barked. “You expect me to believe this guy has ever done anything responsible in his life?”

Eddie didn’t bother defending himself. He knew how your parents felt about him, and he knew there was no changing it. He’d tried enough.

“I’m telling you the truth,” you said. “It was a broken condom. Just one time.”

“Of course you get pregnant after just one time,” your mom said. “I seriously cannot believe you. After all we’ve done for you, all we’ve taught you, the amount of times we warned you away from him for this exact reason-“

“This is not Eddie’s fault!” you yelled, but that just earned you an incredulous look from your mother and father.

“Baby,” Eddie muttered, but it was too late.

“Do not yell at your mother,” your dad yelled. His face was turning red, you had never seen him look so angry in your life.

“How is this not his fault?” your mom asked. “He’s older than you. He’s a druggie loser who is never going to finish school, and now you’ve let him knock you up. With two kids.” She scoffed. “I’m sure it wasn’t at all because he wants to chain you to him.”

“What the fuck?” Eddie spoke up then, his brows furrowed in true amazement at what your mother had just said. “You’re saying I got her pregnant on purpose to trap her?”

Your mom didn’t even acknowledge Eddie. “Don’t you see what he’s doing?” she pleaded with you, and her teary eyes would have really gotten to you if what she was saying wasn’t so batshit crazy. “He knows he doesn’t deserve you, so he’s tied you down with kids before you can even finish high school.”

“Hold on a fucking second-“

“No, you don’t speak,” your dad said. “I ought to kick your ass. My daughter was a good girl. This is your fault. You’ve ruined her life.”

“I just can’t believe you’d do this,” your mom said, wiping tears from her face. “You had a bright future. We tried so hard to get you away from him before this happened.”

“He’s going to end up just like ol’ Al Munson,” your dad said cruelly, narrowing his eyes at Eddie. “Unemployed, on drugs, deadbeat. Then the rest of his life in prison.”

Eddie could feel the anger coursing through his body like a tangible energy. His body went cold with it, his hands shaking, the urge to pull back and punch your dad in his smug fucking face almost overwhelming.

“You don’t know shit about me or my family,” Eddie hissed, his teeth clenched. He had let go of you, one hand pointing a finger at your parents while the other was balled into a fist. “You have no fucking right to talk about me like that.”

“Oh, I know all about Al Munson,” your dad said, completely unbothered. “You think the whole town isn’t familiar with the Munson name? You have a reputation, son, your whole white trash family does.”

Silence.

You grabbed Eddie’s arm, feeling him tense, shaking with anger. Before he could go off, your mom spoke again.

“You’re no longer welcome in this house,” she said, sniffling as if she was a victim here. “You can pack your things and be gone by this weekend.”

You stared at her like you couldn’t believe what she was saying - although it really shouldn’t have come as a surprise to you. “I…where am I supposed to go, mom?” you asked, your voice breaking. Your hand rested over your stomach, tears filling your eyes now. All of a sudden, you were actually terrified.

It hit you, at that moment, that you had two babies on the way and now you would be homeless.

“I don’t care where you go,” she said. She dabbed at her eyes with a napkin. “Just not here.”

You looked at your dad, although you knew you’d get nothing better from him.

He shrugged at you, like he didn’t have a care in the world. “I guess it’s time to see if this loser can really own up to his mistakes and take care of you. You’re about to learn a big lesson the hard way. He’s already a person of interest to the Hawkins police.”

You were crying hard now, tears falling down your face as you struggled to take in air. You felt like you didn’t even recognize your parents - these people who must have loved you, at some point. Now acting like they didn’t care if you and your babies lived or died.

“Come on, baby,” Eddie muttered, a hand on your lower back leading you out of the kitchen. He led you upstairs and back to your bedroom, breakfast forgotten.

“Sweetheart…” Eddie said, once you were alone in your room again. “Are you okay?”

“No,” you answered honestly as your cries turned to sobs. Your heart felt like it had been stomped on, trampled over. “I don’t know what to do.”

Eddie wiped your tears away with his thumb. “Please calm down, baby. You know I’m not gonna let anything bad happen to you or my babies, right?”

You managed a sad smile at Eddie. “I know you’d do everything you could-“

“No, I will make anything happen for my family. Do you hear me?”

You nodded, sniffling. “What do you think, then?”

“I think we need to go catch Wayne before he goes to work.”

—

You didn’t have to dress to hide the bump anymore. Everyone knew.

It was a relief to not have to cover up so much, but having the belly be so obvious was new. It definitely attracted a lot of attention, even from strangers. Eddie kept his hand on it most of the time, like he was determined to protect it from any possible threat.

He pulled up outside the trailer, Wayne’s car still parked out front. When he killed the engine, the both of you just sat there. Silent.

“…What if he doesn’t let me move in?” you asked quietly. “What will we do?”

“Wayne is not gonna let you and his grandchildren live on the street, I promise you that,” Eddie said.

“I just feel bad,” you mumbled. “This is…a lot of burden on him. It’s a one bedroom trailer, Eddie.”

“And I’ll save up enough for us to get our own trailer by the time the babies are here,” he said. “It’s going to work out.”

You weren’t so sure how well you believed in his plan, but you stepped out of the van with his help anyway. He helped you walk up the porch to the front door, opening it for you and helping you inside.

Wayne sat in his recliner with a beer in hand, the usual scene. He looked up as you walked in, eyes darting down to your stomach and widening slightly before moving back to your face. You’d have to get used to it.

“Hey, kiddos,” he greeted you both. He took a sip and looked back at the old western playing on TV.

“Wayne,” Eddie said awkwardly. “We need to talk to to you.”

Wayne turned the volume down on the TV and looked over at his nephew, who was currently helping his pregnant girlfriend take a seat on the ratty couch. Eddie took a seat next to you once you were comfortable. When he looked at Wayne, the older man could tell Eddie had been going through it. He looked like stress personified.

Eddie held his hands out like he was going to speak seconds before he actually did. “So, how do you feel about a new roommate? Or three?”

Wayne looked between the two of you. You just watched him, feeling as awkward as you looked. “What happened?” he asked.

“My…my parents kicked me out,” you admitted. “They just found out today. And they said I can’t live there anymore.”

Eddie looked at his uncle like, can you believe this shit?

“They kicked you out pregnant?” Wayne asked, like he was still wrapping his mind around it.

“Yeah,” you said, looking down at your hands clasped together. 

“Honey,” Wayne said, pity evident in his voice. You steeled yourself. “I’m so sorry. You always have a place here.”

You looked up. “You don’t mind me staying here?”

“‘Course not.” Wayne took another sip of his beer. “You’re no trouble. The only thing is…”

“The space,” Eddie finished for him.

Wayne nodded. “Yeah. I’m not sure how you’re gonna fit two babies in here.”

“I’ll have enough saved up for us to move out by the time the babies get here,” Eddie said. “I swear.”

Wayne wasn’t sure he believed him either. “Like I said, you’re welcome to stay here. I won’t make you leave. I jus’ think you’ll need to figure somethin’ out by the time those babies are here. For everyone’s sake.”

“We will,” Eddie said. “Thank you.”

“Thank you so much,” you said, and you meant it. Your eyes brimmed with tears that Eddie quickly wiped away.

“Y’know I’d do anything for the two of you,” Wayne said. “Well, four of ya now.” His eyes widened when he said it, like he still hadn’t wrapped his mind around the fact the two of you were about to double.

Eddie helped you up and you went straight over to Wayne, throwing your arms around his neck in a hug. He was surprised, but a smile spread across his face as he wrapped his arms around you.

“Thank you,” you said through tears, quiet enough for just Wayne.

“You’re part of the family, darlin’,” he said, rubbing your back. “Always have been, and you definitely are now.”

Eddie was giving you a warm smile when you stood and turned back around. The scene had touched him - he loved that you could have a good relationship with Wayne. He meant a lot to him, he was the only real family he had.

You followed Eddie to his bedroom. You always felt more at home here, anyway.

“I’ll help you pack tomorrow,” Eddie said softly, brushing his fingers through your hair. “I’ll get some of the guys to come help us. Henderson and Wheeler could use some physical labor.”

You laughed. “I don’t want to pull the guys into my mess-“

“Well your mess is my mess, and I do want to pull them into it.” He smirked down at you, the sweet smile on your face making his heart soar. “I enjoy inconveniencing them any chance I get.” He paused. “And we’re gonna need all the help. You’ve got a lotta shit.”

“I do not have that much stuff!”

Eddie scoffed. “Yeah, okay. I don’t even know how we’re gonna fit all your stuff in here.”

He was honestly right about that one. As you looked around the room, stuffed full with all of Eddie’s stuff, you wondered yourself where you would put your belongings.

Eddie could sense the worry on you. “We can get a storage building, or something.”

You nodded. You knew with Eddie you’d figure anything out - he wasn’t going to let anything bad happen to you. He wasn’t about to see you sad for a single day if he could help it.

The next day, you and Eddie went back to your house when you knew your parents wouldn’t be there.

They had ransacked your bedroom.

You nearly cried when you saw it. All of your stuff, your photos, your books, dumped out messily on the floor and rifled through. Eddie clenched his jaw in anger but put a comforting arm around you. “Come on. Let’s just pack your stuff.”

Eddie helped you put everything into boxes. You were crying the entire time you packed, feeling like you were leaving a piece of you behind. You loved this room. You’d spent 18 years in it.

Gareth, Jeff, Grant, Dustin, Mike, and Lucas were showing up right on time just as you finished packing. They all greeted you, with the now typical wide eyed look at your middle. You let your hand rest on the bump now - no reason to hide it anymore. The tank top you were in did little to cover it, anyway. But it’s like the guys hadn’t fully wrapped their minds around you being actually pregnant until this moment.

No one let you lift a finger after that. You were instructed to sit on the couch downstairs while Eddie and the boys carried box after box down to his van. You rubbed your stomach, your back and ankles aching already.

When they were done, Eddie helped you up. “Ready to go home, princess?” he asked you quietly.

Home. With Eddie.

You smiled softly at him, squeezing his hand. “I’m ready.”

You took a final look at the large house as you left - your childhood home, a place that was special to you. It wasn’t yours anymore.

Back at Eddie’s - your house - he carried the boxes inside. You sat on the bed, unpacking your clothes and folding them.

“I like seeing you be all domestic,” Eddie said, raising an eyebrow at you. “It’s pretty hot.”

You laughed. “Well I guess you better get used to seeing me do housework.”

Eddie groaned as he kneeled on the bed in front of you. “Is that a promise?”

You laughed again but then he was kissing you, pushing you back down onto the bed and messing up the piles of clothes you’d already folded. You didn’t care.

You were in love.

—

“I got you something,” Eddie said as he walked in the house after work. You were in the kitchen, cooking spaghetti for dinner. Wayne had already left for work.

“You got me something?” you asked, scrunching up your face. “What?”

“Not exactly the reaction I was hoping for,” Eddie laughed.

“Sorry.” You turned around, wiping your hands on the apron you’d tied on as well as you could. “What is it?”

Eddie lifted a bag from his side. It was from the local bookstore. 

“Books?”

“Yeah,” he said. “Just - here.” He handed the bag over to you and you took it, smiling curiously at him. You watched him as you opened the bag, then peeked inside, pulling out three thick books.

“What to Expect When You’re Expecting,” you read out loud. “Guide to Twin Pregnancy. And…” you flipped over the last book. “A journal?”

“Yeah,” he said excitedly. “The journal goes with this book,” he pointed to the first one. “It tells you all about the pregnancy, like by week, and then you can journal about how you’re feeling and what you’re thinking and stuff.”

You smiled up at your boyfriend. “Eddie…”

“I thought you deserved it,” he smiled playfully. “I just thought…maybe you’d wanna write some thoughts down, look back on it in the future, or whatever.”

“Eddie,” you said again. “I love it.”

“Yeah?” he smiled bigger.

“It was sweet of you to think of me.” You were tearing up again - god, were you always crying? “I love you.”

“I love you more,” he said, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you as close to his body as the bump would allow, leaning down to kiss you.

Eddie backed you into the counter, kissing you deeply. You blindly sat the books down on the table and tangled your hands in his hair instead. He was kissing you hard, taking your breath away.

“Eds-“ you said, pushing back on his chest.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, the immediate picture of concern.

“The spaghetti,” you blushed. “Almost forgot all about it.”

—

Your next doctor’s appointment, Eddie was there.

He took a few hours off work to come pick you up from school and drive you there. At 15 weeks, you had a cute (and noticeable) bump. Still pretty small, but definitely growing and evident no matter what you wore.

You hadn’t heard from your parents since you moved out a couple weeks before. Not once. You tried not to think of them, but the unfortunate truth was that you still loved them. And multiple times during your pregnancy so far, you’d had that little girl feeling, that I want my mom longing.

You brushed your hand over your bump as Eddie drove. You would never make your babies question how much you loved them.

Eddie caught the movement from the corner of his eye, shooting you a smile. He drove one handed, his other leather jacket clad arm hanging out the open window. “You excited?”

“Yeah,” you said, and you were. You didn’t need to get into the other thoughts swirling in your head. “I hope we get to see them again.”

“Me too.” Eddie’s long curls blew in the breeze through the window. He looked so handsome, sometimes it just struck you. How lucky you were. You didn’t know he thought the same exact things about you on a daily basis.

He pulled into the parking lot of your doctor’s office. He was shutting the van off and hopping out before you could even get your seatbelt off, opening your door and helping you down with a hand on your lower back.

“I’m okay,” you said with a giggle. “I’m not that huge yet.”

“Carrying precious cargo,” he smiled.

Inside, you signed in while Eddie took a seat. You sat next to him, filling out your questionnaire. It was a lot less in depth than the first one, just updates for the past couple of weeks. You were considered high risk because of the twin pregnancy, so you were seen more than most young pregnant women.

“Maybe they can tell me why my ankles and feet have been double their normal size,” you grumbled, rubbing at your aching ankle. 

Eddie frowned. “Do you want me to rub them?”

“Here?” you laughed. “That’s okay, baby. Might take you up on it at home, though.”

“You got it,” he winked.

The nurse called your name and you handed off your form. She took the two of you back and had you stand on the scale then check your blood pressure.

“A bit high,” she frowned. “Is your blood pressure normally high?”

You furrowed your eyebrows, looking at Eddie then back at the nurse. “No? I mean, no one’s ever said that.”

“Is that bad?” Eddie asked.

“The doctor will talk to you about it,” she smiled politely, but there was concern behind it neither of you missed. Eddie held your hand as you walked to the exam room.

Both of you were too nervous to chat as you waited for the doctor. When she walked in, holding your clipboard and tucking her hair behind her ear, you let out a sigh of relief.

She greeted you, asked how you were feeling. Then, straight into business - “Your blood pressure is concerning. And I’m noticing some swelling in your hands and feet.”

You held out your hands, examining them. Your ring Eddie gifted you for your anniversary was tighter than usual. “Yeah. I’ve noticed that too.”

“I’m going to send you home with a blood pressure monitor. I want you to keep an eye on it.”

She had both your and Eddie’s full attention now. “Is- is it bad?”

“It could be a sign of some things,” she said. “I don’t want to worry you yet, it’s still early. But I want you to monitor your blood pressure at home, and we’d like to see you here every week. If things remain concerning, it’s possible we may admit you until delivery.”

Your eyes went wide, looking between the doctor and Eddie. “Until delivery? But- I’m only 15 weeks.”

“And we need to keep those babies safe and inside for as long as possible,” she smiled at you sadly. “But I’m going to suggest bed rest every second you aren’t at school, and make sure you record your blood pressure readings.”

You felt deflated. You had been excited for this appointment, only to get more bad news. Frankly, you were tired of bad news.

You didn’t get an ultrasound that appointment either, so you left the office feeling low. Eddie was even more attentive, walking alongside you with his hand on your back and basically lifting you into the van.

“That’s fuckin’ scary,” he said as he sat in his seat.

You nodded. “Yeah.”

Eddie watched you, then reached over and took your hand in his. “Are you okay?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m scared.”

Eddie realized he shouldn’t have said anything. He was supposed to be the strong one, for you. “It’s going to be okay,” he said, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb. “We’re going to listen to the doctor, you’re going to go on bed rest and get your checkups, and the babies are going to stay cookin’ until they’re good and ready. Okay?”

You smiled softly at him - Eddie was always so good at making you feel better. “Okay.”

He drove back to the trailer, music playing low over the speakers. “You’re not taking me back to school?”

Eddie smirked. “Nah, figured I’d let you skip.”

You giggled. “Exciting.”

Exciting indeed - you got back to the house and after practically being carried inside, Eddie picked out some of your comfiest clothes and got you set up in bed with your feet up.

“I wanted to make tacos for dinner,” you pouted.

“I can make them,” Eddie said, kissing the back of your knuckles. “Doesn’t seem too hard.”

“Don’t burn the house down,” you teased.

“No promises.” Eddie kissed your lips one more time before he was leaving the room and heading down the hall towards the kitchen. He pulled out the ingredients you’d bought for dinner and read whatever had instructions. Seemed easy enough.

With the meat simmering and taco shells in the oven, Eddie felt like he had done a pretty damn good job. It wasn’t often that he got to feel good about himself anymore. When the timer was up he made you both a plate and brought them into the bedroom.

“We shouldn’t be eating in here,” you scolded him as he came in, but you sat yourself up against the headboard in preparation for your plate anyway.

“We’ll live.” He smirked as he handed you your plate and sat at the foot of the bed with his own.

“I can make it to the living room, Eds, I’m not made of glass.”

“I know,” he said. “Just thought we’d eat in here today while you’re all comfy.”

You didn’t really mind it. You did your best not to make a mess on the blankets, but Eddie kept making you laugh, and he’d wipe the sauce off your face whenever you made a mess. It was impossible to stop smiling.

“I just want my girl to be happy and healthy,” Eddie murmured, brushing your hair behind your ear. “I just want what’s best for you. You’re my world.”

And he was yours.

—

It was week after week of checkups after that. Your blood pressure remained high and proved to be a much bigger concern than you’d originally realized. You were diagnosed with gestational hypertension and now officially on bed rest, and Robin was tasked with carrying your books around to your classes. All it did was bring more attention to you.

The bigger you got, the worse things got at school.

You probably could have predicted that. Of course everyone would want to fuck with you now, no one gave a shit what you were going through or how hard it was. They just thought it was hilarious that you’d gotten knocked up by the freak. Eddie didn’t mind the label much but god, it made you so mad every time you heard it.

Eddie wasn’t even here anymore, he was at work, busting his ass for you and the babies. Yet he was still talked about like garbage, like he was worthless. How dare they? He was everything.

You had had a particularly shitty day. You were 17 weeks now, so close to the end of the school year. So close to graduation. You had worked hard and you were going to walk that stage with your classmates, belly or not.

Robin was carrying your books for you, chattering on about this girl from band she was into - Vickie. You were pretty sure Vickie liked girls, but Robin was still too nervous to shoot her shot.

“Anyway, she said-“ Robin stopped short as you reached your locker. You had been looking down at your chipping fingernail polish, but when you went to look at what stopped Robin, she spun you around and started pulling you in the other direction. “Uh, actually I think I forgot something in Ms. Click’s.”

“Robs, what-“ you pulled away from her and turned back around - immediately realizing what Robin hadn’t wanted you to see.

Someone had completely vandalized your locker. There were demon faces taped all over, pentagrams drawn in red paint, and in that same red spray paint, FREAK SPAWN and SPAWN OF SATAN scrawled across the front of your locker.

Everyone was looking on, giggling as they watched your reaction. Unfortunately, you were giving them exactly what they were hoping for. Your jaw dropped, your bottom lip wobbling as the tears brimmed in your eyes. They fell while you were still too numb to even notice they were there.

“C’mon, let’s get out of here,” Robin muttered, pulling on your arm. “They’ll come clean it up.”

“Hey, whore,” a random guy called from the crowd. You weren’t even sure who. “When’s the virgin sacrifice?” He was laughing so hard at his own joke, he could barely finish. “But you don’t have to worry about that anymore, huh?”

Robin rolled her eyes, pulling you away from the spectacle. She was angry as she stomped down the hall with you in tow. “Fucking school security. What do they even do? Evidently nothing.”

You felt like you were in a trance. You kept seeing the words on your locker as well as if they’d been spray painted right on your brain. You were suddenly filled with dread - what if these babies were ridiculed just like you and Eddie were, simply for being yours?

You loved these babies too much. This hurt so much more than anyone realized, probably more than those dumbasses had thought it would when they did it. These were your children. Eddie was your family.

“Hey,” Robin said, stopping abruptly. “I don’t want you to let any of that bother you, you hear me? Those people are idiots. You are kind and beautiful and smart. They don’t matter. You matter.”

You nodded along, but you still felt lost in your own brain. You stood silently by as Robin spoke to the principal, telling him what had happened. You didn’t pay any attention to the conversation at all, just nodding along whenever Robin would look at you.

After school, Robin escorted you to Eddie’s van. “Seriously,” she said for the millionth time. “I don’t want those assholes bothering you. Go home with Eddie, watch one of those nasty gory movies, and be happy.”

You nodded - you still felt terrible, admittedly. Eddie clocked it on your face the second you got in the van. “What happened?”

You sighed, lip wobbling again.

“Are you about to cry?” he asked, his eyes widening. “Shit. Baby, what happened?”

Through teary eyes, you recounted the day to Eddie. His fists clenched on the steering wheel, a white knuckled grip. “Fucking assholes,” he spat, like just the thought of them made him sick. Eddie reached for the door handle. “I’m going to talk to these motherfuckers.”

You grabbed his arm. “Eddie, stop. I don’t even know who did it,” you sniffled. “I don’t know. Probably Jason or one of his friends.”

“Not Jason himself,” Eddie said. “Doesn’t have the balls.”

You laughed, for the first time since the incident. Eddie could always make you feel better. “Yeah.”

Eddie turned to you, a little calmer. “Seriously, don’t let those assholes bother you. They terrorized me for years, you just…you have to realize that they don’t mean anything. What they think has nothing to do with you. They’re just too stupid to understand anything different from them.”

You nodded. You knew Eddie was right, but it still hurt. You couldn’t shake it - you felt like you were powerless to protect your babies from the cruelty of the world. You had never really been bullied, but Eddie? He got shit for years. He swore he never cared, always let it roll right off him, but it had to hit him somewhere underneath all that.

You knew that beneath his humor and don’t give a fuck attitude, he heard what people said.

You grabbed his hand, and he held yours back happily. It was so hard to get Eddie down. He was your rock, truly.

“Wanna watch The Exorcist tonight?” he asked with a smile. Eddie had made it his personal mission to keep you entertained while you’re on bed rest, and he knew a horror movie was just the thing to cheer you up after a shitty day. “I know how much you love it.”

“Absolutely,” you agreed. “Can we make popcorn?”

“Of course.” He kissed your knuckles. “Anything for my girl.”

—

It was your last school day, and you were relieved to be done. You never wanted to see most of those people again, and you wouldn’t miss it. You knew the few people you cared about would be in your life after school.

You and Robin emptied your lockers after school, throwing away all your notes and test papers, dumping them ceremoniously into the trash can. It was all giggles as you realized - we’re really done. It’s over. We did it.

You were 5 months pregnant, but you were going to walk that stage.

The only thing bringing you down was the reminder of college. Robin, Nancy, and Jonathan were all going. Robin wasn’t going far, thankfully, so you’d still get to see her, but you felt like you were being left behind.

You were going to be at home in Forest Hills raising two babies while your friends lived their dreams. While they lived your dreams.

You pushed thoughts of college and the future from your head, refusing to let them ruin yet another day.

Eddie picked you up after school with balloons and a little cake. You had been craving sweets like crazy, and when you walked up to the van with Robin to see him smiling and holding the gifts, you burst into tears.

Eddie scrambled to put the cake and balloons back in the van, before running over to you. “Baby,” he said, looking you over like he would find you hurt. “What’s wrong?”

“I love cake,” you sobbed. 

Eddie laughed, relieved. He pulled you into a hug, rubbing your back. “I know, baby. You don’t have to cry. We’re gonna go home and eat some together and watch movies all night.”

“That sounds really good,” you sniffled.

“It’s not every day you finish high school,” he smiled. He was all smiles and support, but you could see the hurt behind his eyes. This was supposed to be his celebration, too. He was supposed to be walking that stage with you tomorrow.

You said goodbye to Robin and Eddie led you over to the van, opening the door and helping you climb in. Things were starting to get harder. The belly added a lot of extra weight, and it threw off your balance. Not to mention the pain in your back and feet.

You held the cake as Eddie drove you home, admiring the design. It was a white cake with a Hawkins High green border, ‘Congratulations, you did it!’ written in script with your name. Yellow cake with buttercream icing. Classic, and exactly what you’d been craving.

Wayne was gone for the night when you got to the trailer. Eddie got you set up on the couch with your feet propped up and hurried to the kitchen to cut you each a slice of cake. He brought it back, putting on the copy of The Exorcist you’d rented from Family Video.

You watched the movie together as you ate your slices of cake, Eddie pulling your legs into his lap when he finished his so he could rub your feet and ankles. You laid your head against the couch, nearly falling asleep.

Eddie was getting pretty good at cooking since it had mostly fallen on his shoulders. Before you moved in, Eddie would usually heat up something in the microwave for dinner and call it a night. But he wanted to make sure you and the babies got everything you needed, so each night he would cook a little something for the two of you.

You ate chicken fried rice together on the couch, giggling at the sitcom rerun playing on the TV. When you were done, you headed back to the bedroom.

Eddie fluffed your pillows while you searched through the drawers for some pajamas. You settled on a pair of shorts and one of Eddie’s shirts, which was tight on you now. You really needed to shop for some more maternity clothes, because your options were becoming limited.

“I’m gonna take a shower,” you told Eddie, gathering your clothes.

“Can I come with you?” he asked, grin on his face.

You rolled your eyes, but you were smiling just as hard. “Yeah. Come on.”

Eddie liked being near you all the time. He had become so protective - overprotective, maybe - he never liked you alone. He wanted to help you with everything to make sure you didn’t need help or, god forbid, get hurt. You allowed him to, because it made him feel better and your pregnancy was high risk.

You let Eddie undress you. He took his time, hands roaming your skin as he removed your clothes. It wasn’t necessarily sexual - but definitely affectionate. He removed his own clothes and started the shower, adjusting the temperature to just where you liked it.

He held your hand as you stepped into the tub then climbed in behind you. You stood under the stream of water together, Eddie wrapping his arms around you from behind. His hands rested on your belly while he laid his head on your shoulder. Just holding you.

“I love you,” he muttered into your ear. “So goddamn much.”

You smiled - his words warming your heart while the hot water cascading down your bodies relaxed you physically. “I love you too, Eds.”

Eddie washed your hair for you, massaging your scalp while you closed your eyes and relaxed into it. He scrubbed your body for you, treating you like a queen. You were, to him.

You helped Eddie wash himself after you, your hands massaging the soap into his back. His muscles were so tense. He worked hard, standing all day while washing dishes at Benny’s. He moaned as you rubbed his aching shoulders, letting his head fall forward as he enjoyed the feeling of your hands on him.

When you were done in the shower, Eddie got out first, carefully helping you climb out. He dried you with a towel, then gently brushed through your hair. You put the curl conditioner in your hands, running it through Eddie’s wet hair. He closed his eyes, humming contentedly.

You pulled on your panties and the shorts, then pulled Eddie’s old Dio shirt over your head. It stretched tightly across your stomach now. Eddie smiled, rubbing his hand over the bump. “Cute.”

Back in the bedroom, Eddie got you comfortable in bed before climbing in next to you, dressed in nothing but his dark blue boxers. You cuddled up next to him, head laying on his chest.

Eddie slipped his hand beneath your shirt, resting on your bump. He rubbed circles over your belly, nearly soothing you to sleep - when you felt a flutter of movement. Your eyes snapped open, looking up at Eddie. “Did you feel that??”

“What?” he asked, brows furrowing in confusion as his hand stilled.

You grabbed his hand, moving it to where you felt the strange flutter. You both waited a minute, Eddie with baited breath, and then - there it was. The feeling of something moving beneath your skin, basically body horror, but it made your face break out in a huge grin, your heart speeding up in your chest.

“Holy shit!” Eddie exclaimed, laughing. “Was that-?”

“That was them,” you laughed. “Oh my god. So weird.”

Eddie propped a pillow in his place for you to lay on then quickly slid down the bed until he was level with your belly. He put his hand on it next to his face, waiting.

“Come on, babies,” he said quietly, rubbing circles on the skin as his head lay against you. “I know you’re awake in there. This is your father speaking. You have to listen to me.”

You giggled, looking down at Eddie. The sight of him cuddled up with your belly, talking to the babies like this made your heart swell. You knew these babies were so, so loved already.

You started to fall asleep, Eddie’s gentle caresses soothing you into a totally relaxed state. As you slept, Eddie stayed awake.

“I love you so much,” he muttered to your belly, placing a kiss on it. “You have no idea how excited I am to meet you both. We’re going to have so much fun. Just wait until you learn what Metallica is.”

Eddie felt another little thud beneath his hand. He broke out in a huge grin. “You guys like the sound of that?” He rubbed your belly, laying his head on it. “You’re going to be the coolest babies. My little metalheads.”

He fell asleep there, cuddled up to your middle. In your sleep, you wrapped your arms around him, holding him close just as he had his wrapped around you.

—

You thought it would never truly be here, but here it was - graduation day.

At 18 weeks pregnant, your belly was now perfectly round, and, to you, huge. You knew you would be bigger with twins, but you were almost the size of the end of a normal pregnancy by this point, and you weren’t even halfway there. It was hard for you to imagine getting bigger. It scared you, to be honest.

Eddie helped you zip up the back of your white dress as you looked at yourself in the mirror. It looked beautiful on you, falling just to your knees. You had done your hair and makeup already, and taking in your full appearance - you didn’t feel so bad.

“You look stunning,” Eddie said quietly, his hands on your shoulders. He looked over your shoulder into the mirror, looking so proud of you it almost made you cry. He was dressed in his nicest jeans and a button up shirt - with his leather jacket on top. “I’m so unbelievably proud of you, baby. You did it.”

You could tell it was a difficult day for Eddie. He was supposed to be walking that stage with you. He should have been. You smoothed your dress down over your stomach, holding the underside of your belly. These babies were a total blessing, but you still felt guilty.

Eddie drove you to the school. Wayne was going to come later, closer to the ceremony. You felt sure you wouldn’t see your parents there today.

At school, after you left Eddie to go join the other graduates, you caught up with Robin and Nancy. They both pulled you into a big hug.

“I can’t believe it’s finally here!” Nancy exclaimed, tears in her eyes. Her hair had been done in a perm, and it looked cute on her. “All our hard work has paid off. It’s really happening.”

“Finally,” Robin smirked at you. “I didn’t think this year was ever gonna end.”

“I feel like they took it easy on us,” Nancy said. “You know, being seniors and all. My classes were harder last year.”

Robin looked at you like Nancy was crazy.

You got your green caps and robes and put them on. It finally felt real - this was happening. You felt conflicted. On one hand, you’d been working for this moment for your entire life. You were immeasurably proud of yourself - you had done it, and you had finished it pregnant.

But - Eddie should’ve been here. You couldn’t shake the thought of him sitting alone in the gym, surrounded by families celebrating the graduating class he was supposed to be a part of. Waiting to see you walk the stage while pretending he’s not hurting about it. Being strong for you, as usual.

You felt powerless. You wanted to fix things, but the babies had taken over your lives. You loved them and didn’t regret them, but…if only it could have happened a few years later.

Principal Higgins called for all the students to take their place, lined up in alphabetical order. You took your spot, the nerves building in your stomach. Finally you were given the direction and you all filed into the gym, taking your seats.

You looked around at the crowd, seeing all the families of your classmates. You spotted Eddie immediately, waving at you. You beamed at him, waving back. Wayne sat next to him, dressed in a nice shirt and jeans. Eddie nudged him and pointed at you, and Wayne smiled.

You didn’t see your mom and dad in the crowd - but that, right there, was your family. It didn’t matter if your parents were there or not. Eddie and Wayne were.

The ceremony was long and boring. Nancy took the stage and gave her valedictorian speech, and by the time she was done you were teary eyed, proudly clapping for your friend. Then it was time to sit and watch every single student walk the stage and get their diploma.

You waited, and waited…then, finally, the student in front of you was called. You were brought to the side of the stage to wait, and a moment later - your name was called over the microphone.

One of the teachers helped you up the stairs and then you were walking across the stage under the bright lights. You tried your best to look straight ahead and not think about all the people watching you, seeing you accept your diploma while heavily pregnant.

The cheers were loud as you were handed your diploma and took a photo with Principal Higgins. You could distinctly hear Eddie yelling above everyone else, which made you laugh as you exited the stage. It wasn’t your real diploma in your hand - that would come in the mail later - but what the rolled up piece of paper represented meant everything to you.

After the ceremony, every student threw their hat into the air. It was magical, the hats falling down all around you as everyone smiled and laughed. Finally done.

Eddie met you back out front, holding a bouquet of tulips, your favorite. Tears brimmed your eyes when you saw him, smiling so big your face hurt. You went right into his embrace, letting him wrap his arms around you and bury his face in the top of your head, breathing in the smell of your shampoo.

“I am so proud of you,” he said for probably the fiftieth time of the day - but you weren’t complaining. The emotion was clear in his choked words, like he was fighting back the tears himself.

“Are you okay?” you asked him, so quietly only he could hear you.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” he asked, laughing, although you could see more behind his big brown eyes.

“Eds…”

“This is your day,” he said, hands on your shoulders and looking you in the eyes so you’d know he was serious. “Your day. You did this, you worked for this. I don’t want you spending any more time today thinking about how you think I feel.”

“I care about how you feel-“

“I know you do.” He kissed your forehead, his lips lingering. “I know you do.”

Wayne came up, pulling you into a tight hug, yet careful of the bump. “‘m so proud of you, sweetheart,” he said, more emotion in his voice than you’d expected. It made you tear up all over again.

“Thank you, Wayne,” you said, hugging him back.

Your family.

All of your friends were having graduation parties. It wasn’t something you could afford without your parents’ help, so you decided to celebrate quietly at home with just you and Eddie. You had been invited to the parties, but your doctor had you on strict bed rest - you’d already had to beg for permission to walk at graduation.

At the house, Eddie helped you inside, carrying your flowers for you. You had stopped to pick up pizzas on the way home, which were in Eddie’s other hand. He sat them on the kitchen counter before hurrying back to your side and walking you into the bedroom.

“I’m not made of glass, you know,” you reminded him again with a smile. Eddie could drive you a little crazy with how protective he’d become, but you knew it was all out of love.

“You are to me,” he said, his hands sitting on your hips where he stood behind you. He rubbed your sides, then reached for the zipper, slowly lowering it and helping you out of your dress.

The material fell from your body, leaving you in your bra and panties. You could see yourself in his mirror - you barely recognized yourself. So much had changed.

Eddie smoothed his hands over your body, as if in reverence, like he had never seen anything more beautiful. It made your whole body heat, the way he touched you. He leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on your cheek, then your neck, you tilting your head to give him the access he wanted.

“Want me to do the lotion?” he asked, reaching for the bottle of cocoa butter on the dresser that was supposed to prevent stretch marks. You already had a few lining your belly, but you kept using it just in case.

“Sure,” you said. You unhooked your bra, letting it drop to the ground - Eddie’s eyes lingering shamelessly - then pulled one of your new maternity sleep shirts over your head. The shirt was huge, hanging on your frame like a dress. Nice and comfy.

“Come lay down, baby,” Eddie said gently, ushering you towards the bed.

You laid down on your side of the bed. Eddie now took the side closer to the wall so you could get up easier during the night. He propped your pillows up so you could lean against the wall.

This bed would be your home for the next 4 months. The thought depressed you - you wanted to be out living life, not cooped up in the trailer all day without even Eddie to keep you company.

Eddie climbed on the bed next to you. He pumped some of the lotion into his hand as you pulled your shirt up, then he reached forward and spread it across your belly. His hands rubbed your stomach all over, coating it in the lotion and rubbing it into your skin. You closed your eyes, relaxing into the feeling.

“Feel okay?” Eddie asked you gently.

“Mhm,” you hummed. “Feels nice.”

“Good.” Once he’d rubbed the lotion in, he placed a kiss on your belly and pulled your shirt down. “You look so cute,” he grinned. “I love seeing you like this.”

“Shut up,” you grumbled, although you were smiling. “I feel like a beached whale.”

“First of all,” he said, sitting the lotion back on the dresser then turning the light off. “Don’t talk about my girlfriend like that.” He crawled into bed, pulling the blankets over you both before wrapping an arm around your waist and spooning against your back. His hand rested on your belly. “And second, you look beautiful. I’m not just saying that.”

You settled back into Eddie’s embrace, the feeling of him rubbing your bump soothing both you and the babies. You drifted off, peaceful in his arms. As you were right on the precipice of sleep, you heard him murmur behind you.

“I love you.”

—

You pulled the shirt down over your body, fitting it over your growing belly. You examined yourself in the mirror, picking yourself apart. You didn’t feel good about yourself. It didn’t help that you needed a whole new wardrobe you couldn’t afford, but you were growing out of the limits of all your formerly oversized clothes. You already had a hair tie on the button of your early maternity jeans. The bump was round and cute, but it was starting to take over.

You were excited today, though. You were 20 weeks pregnant, officially halfway through the pregnancy (more than halfway, since the twins likely wouldn’t make it to 40 weeks), and today was the anatomy scan. You’d be finding out what you were having.

With a hand on the bottom of your belly, you waddled out to the living room and out the front door. On the porch, you could see Eddie working on the van. He was wearing a white tank top and jeans, black grease smeared on his skin as he hunched over the engine.

“Eddie?” you called.

Eddie jumped, nicking his finger on something. He hissed a quiet “Shit,” wiping the blood off his finger with his rag before turning to look at you. “Yeah, babe?”

“Are you about ready to go? We have to get a move on soon.”

Eddie checked his watch. “Shit. Yeah. Let me get a shower real quick.”

He closed the hood, wiping his hands on the rag and then tossing it off to the side with his tools. He walked to the porch with his long legs, climbing halfway up and placing a kiss on your lips.

You went back inside, sitting on the couch while Eddie headed back to the bathroom. Typically you would have joined him, but you’d already done your hair and makeup and gotten dressed for the appointment.

“You excited?” Wayne asked from where he sat in his chair, beer in hand. “You’re findin’ out today, right?”

“Yeah, we are,” you beamed, cradling the bump in your arms. The babies were active today, you could feel the small kicks every now and then. You had to admit you were beyond excited to find out the genders. You had waited until this appointment to start shopping - this made it real.

You weren’t going to find out at the appointment itself. You were going to have the office put the results in an envelope and give it to Jeff - who was going to surprise you with a new dice set in the colors of the results at the next Hellfire meeting. You had both wanted the reveal to be personal and special, so when Jeff offered to help, you went for it.

After Eddie’s shower, he came out to the living room dressed in another pair of jeans and one of his many Metallica tees. His hair was still damp, hanging down his shoulders in tight curls. “Let’s get this show on the road.”

You were bouncing your leg with nerves in the waiting room. Eddie put his hand on your knee, laughter in his voice. “Relax, sweetheart.”

“I can’t,” you whined. “This is too big. I’m nervous.”

“There’s nothing to be nervous about.” He rubbed your leg. “No matter the results, we’re gonna be happy with two healthy babies.”

Eddie was right. You weren’t sure why you were so nervous, but your stomach was in knots. It didn’t help that the babies were sitting in a very uncomfortable position, making your back ache.

When the nurse called your name, Eddie helped you stand. She gave you a polite smile as you stepped up on the scale. You didn’t want to look at your weight - that was none of your business, you felt.

“How have you been feeling?” she asked as you sat down and she began taking your blood pressure. “Have you been resting?”

“All day,” you sighed. She looked at you sympathetically.

“I know it’s boring,” she said. “But not too much longer. Soon you’ll have two little ones to keep you plenty busy.”

Your blood pressure was still concerningly high. The nurse wrote it down in your chart before giving you a cup to collect a sample. When you were done, she lead you and Eddie to an exam room.

You sat on the table, feet swinging as you waited. Eddie was slouched in the chair, looking sorely out of place among the light yellow wallpaper and photographs of sleeping babies. It was hard to imagine soon the metalhead would be a father with his own sleeping babies in his arms.

“Hi!” your OBGYN greeted cheerfully as she wheeled the ultrasound machine into the room. “Are we excited?”

“So excited,” you smiled. You were going to see your babies again.

As she got you and the machine set up, she talked to you about your blood pressure and test results. You were diagnosed with pre-eclampsia. She instructed you to stay on strict bed rest, which made you groan internally, and you were instructed to come weekly for non-stress tests to monitor the babies. You had been hoping they might lessen the sentence, but it didn’t seem like that was going to happen.

You lifted your shirt and she put the gel on your stomach. She placed the wand on your belly, pressing down hard as the image appeared on the screen. Two tiny little babies, cuddled together.

You couldn’t help it. Your eyes welled with tears, your lower lip wobbling as you looked at them - your babies. It made your heart pound quickly in your chest. Seeing them on the screen, wiggling around and moving their little arms and legs - it made it seem real. You looked over at Eddie, who was leaning forward with his arms on his knees to get a better look at the screen.

“Do you want to know the genders?” the doctor asked as she took various measurements of the babies.

“We were hoping you could put it in an envelope for us?” you said like a question. “We wanted to do a reveal.”

“We can absolutely do that,” she said with a smile.

You left the appointment with more photos, a few of which Eddie stuffed into his wallet, and an envelope with the information you were dying to know.

“How am I supposed to not open it?” you asked as you walked out of the office. “The answers are right there.”

Eddie chuckled. “I know, baby. But think about how fun it’ll be to find out with the guys.”

Eddie was right. It was worth the wait - even though you might lose your mind in the meantime.

—

That Friday night, it was Hellfire time. It was Eddie’s big campaign, you were just going for the reveal and to spend the rest of the campaign having a girl’s night with Nancy. Eddie’s van rumbled up to the Wheeler’s, parking in their driveway behind Nancy’s car.

Eddie helped you out and walked you inside, where the guys were all gathered around the kitchen, eating the snacks Mrs. Wheeler had sat out. Karen gave you a kind smile, her eyes dropping down to the bump before meeting your eyes again. You were used to it.

“Go ahead, take us for all we’re worth,” Ted was grumbling, reading the newspaper as the kids surrounding him helped themselves to the food.

In the Wheeler’s basement, Mike, Dustin, and Lucas had set up the game. Eddie took his seat at the head of the table, everyone else sitting in their usual spots. You stood next to Eddie, Nancy downstairs too for the reveal.

“Are we ready?” Jeff asked. He was holding a small wooden box.

You and Eddie exchanged a look. Were you ready? You felt like you had been waiting for this moment forever, and it was finally here. This was going to make it all the more real to you - you were going to learn something about your babies, something about who they are.

“We’re ready,” you said finally. Eddie squeezed your hand, smiling up at you.

Everyone watched closely as Jeff handed Eddie the wooden box. Eddie pushed his chair back, patting his lap. You raised an eyebrow at him.

“You sure?” you asked.

“Oh, just sit down,” he said. He grabbed your hand and guided you down onto his lap. You sat down carefully, worried you were too heavy, but Eddie didn’t care one bit. He wrapped his arm around you. “Let’s open it together.”

You put your hand on the box next to Eddie’s. The guys counted down, then you opened the lid of the box together - revealing two D20s sitting on a bed of velvet.

One pink and one blue.

Your hand flew up to cover your mouth as tears brimmed in your eyes. Eddie laughed, pulling you even closer and kissing all over your face.

“What is it???” Gareth asked, the rest of the table unable to see inside the box.

Eddie turned it around and everyone leaned in to get a good look. The basement erupted into cheers and congratulations, Eddie blushing as his friends patted him on the back and ruffled his hair.

“Congrats, man,” Jeff said.

“Yeah, man. We’re happy for you,” Grant said.

“Good luck,” Mike contributed.

Nancy pulled you into a hug while the guys surrounded Eddie, who couldn’t stop smiling. “One of each,” she said. “How exciting!”

You spent the rest of the evening in Nancy’s room. She had bought you some baby and parenting magazines, and you flipped through them together, reading the articles and looking at all the highest recommended baby gear.

“There’s so much to buy…” you noticed, flipping through an article on choosing the best stroller. There were so many things to consider, especially needing a double stroller, and the price tags next to the products made you feel sick.

“Babies need a lot,” Nancy said gently. “Has Eddie been saving up?”

“Yeah.” You bit your lip nervously. “But he doesn’t get paid a lot. He picks up as many hours as he can, but Benny’s pays minimum wage and it’s…not the greatest.”

Nancy looked at you sympathetically. She knew Eddie was working his ass off, and you couldn’t work on bed rest, but babies were expensive.

“I know you guys will be okay,” she said. Her hand rested on your knee. “Maybe the baby shower will be helpful?”

Maybe. But you didn’t want to rely on your friends for things. You knew your family would be no help - you hadn’t heard from them once since you’d moved out 2 months ago. Wayne did everything he could but he struggled, too, and didn’t ask you and Eddie for any rent or help with bills. You knew you were on your own.

“We’ll figure it out,” you said, more confidently than you felt. You just hoped you were right.

—

The next week, you and Eddie started shopping.

After he got off work he came home to pick you up. “We’ll take it easy today,” he said. “Stick to the small stores.” He grinned - “Or I can push you in a wheelchair.” You knew it may come to that in the big stores.

You went to the department store first - specializing in baby stuff, the place was huge and had cribs and strollers and car seats and high chairs as far as the eye could see. Eddie helped you to the door, then he really did grab one of the store’s wheelchairs and brought it over to you.

“Eddie,” you said. “I don’t need that-“

“You’re on bed rest,” he reminded you. “You’re not even supposed to be out. The least I can do is push you around to keep you and the babies safe.”

Reluctantly, you took the seat. You felt embarrassed, like people were going to look at you and think ‘she doesn’t need that, she’s just being lazy’. You knew you did need it, but that didn’t help your nerves.

Eddie didn’t care. He pushed you into the store, both of your eyes going wide at the selection that greeted you when you walked in. The place was huge. You didn’t even realize there was so much stuff for babies.

“What do you wanna look at first?” he asked you, brushing his hand through your hair from behind you. You nearly closed your eyes and leaned into his touch, but you caught yourself.

“Cribs, maybe?” you suggested. “That’s probably the most important.”

You didn’t even know where you were going to fit two cribs in the trailer, but you’d deal with that later. Maybe the twins could share for a little while.

Eddie pushed you to the large section of the store dedicated to cribs. There were so many different styles and colors, you weren’t sure where to begin.

“That one’s pretty,” you said, pointing towards a chestnut colored Jenny Lind crib. It had ornate designs carved into the sides, and a side that dropped open.

“Yeah, that one’s cool,” Eddie said, wheeling you over. He didn’t exactly know what he was looking for, so he was letting you take the lead.

You reached out and touched the side of it, feeling the strong wood. You could see your babies sleeping in a crib like this so vividly. You reached for the price tag, flipping it over in your hand - and it took your breath away.

“Jesus,” you whispered, dropping the tag.

“What?” Eddie asked. He picked up the tag himself, looking at the price. “300 bucks??”

You felt close to tears. Shame coursed through your body, you felt embarrassed - especially when a pregnant woman across the aisle turned to look at the two of you, giving you a judgmental look. “Let’s just look at a different one,” you mumbled.

Eddie pushed you around and you looked at every crib in the store - seeing much of the same. They all cost hundreds of dollars - and how were you supposed to afford that? How were you supposed to afford two? And that was just the cribs.

You were on the verge of a panic attack by the time you had looked at every crib. You couldn’t believe how expensive baby stuff was - you’d had no idea, and neither had Eddie, based on the sick look on his face.

“What the fuck are we gonna do?” he asked quietly, sitting on a bench outside the store with his head in his hands. “I…I had no idea it was this expensive-“

“I don’t know what we can do,” you said weakly. What would happen if you couldn’t afford the things your babies needed? You imagined yourself back at your parents’ house, groveling and begging for help.

“I…” Eddie began, looking like he was trying to come up with the words that would make things better but might just burst into tears instead. “I’m working so hard. I pick up every shift I can. I’m working 12 hour days most of the time. I’m busting my ass.” He runs a hand through his curls. “But it’s not enough. I’ve been saving, but- $200 just for one crib? Then we need to get our own place, too? How are we supposed to do this?”

You sniffled, wiping at your eyes. “I-I don’t know,” you said again.

Eddie looked up at you, quickly grabbing your hands in his. “Don’t cry. Please, baby. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said all that in front of you.”

He looked so stressed. You hadn’t noticed the bags under his eyes. “You just worry about all this by yourself?”

The look on Eddie’s face told you yeah, he did. He’d been stressing about the financial aspect of taking care of a baby - two babies - since the day he found out. Beating himself up about it, hating himself, feeling like a loser and a failure. Wondering how he would provide for the three of you. “It’s my job to worry about this shit.”

“Not without me, though,” you said weakly. “We’re supposed to be partners in this.”

“We are,” Eddie said, squeezing your hands for emphasis. “We are. I’m sorry. But with you being high risk, I didn’t…I can’t put extra stress on you. I would hate myself if something happened to you or the babies because I couldn’t take care of my shit and you stressed yourself sick over it.”

You understood his point, but it still bothered you. You didn’t like the idea of Eddie holding all this by himself. You hated how useless you felt, stuck in bed all day. “I’m scared, Eddie.”

His heart broke. He pulled you into him, holding you tight. “We’re gonna be okay. Me and Wayne always figure shit out. There’ve been plenty of tough times we pulled through. Us Munsons are resilient. We’re gonna be the same.”

You just nodded against his chest. You hoped he was right.

Eddie pulled away from you, looking you in the eyes. “Hey. How about we go check out the thrift store? We’ve always found good stuff there. You never know.”

You nodded, sniffling. “Okay. We can try.”

Eddie helped you back into the van before he took off to the other side of town, closer to Forest Hills. He pulled up to the thrift store - you had never been here, but Eddie had many times. He got most of his clothes here, customized them himself. Household supplies, dishes, linens - a good portion of the Munson household had come from this thrift store, or one like it. You were used to fancy things - your mom was a bit of a snob.

There was no wheelchair to use here, but the place was pretty small. Eddie stayed close, hand on your back as you walked around. You were relieved to find there was a whole baby section - but no cribs.

“Oh, look how cute,” you cooed, picking up a little frilly dress from the rack.

Eddie scrunched his nose up. “Really? That monstrosity?”

“It’s cute!” You tucked the dress into the cart. You knew your baby girl would look adorable in it.

Eddie was flipping through the racks, silver rings glinting in the harsh overhead lighting. He pulled two plain white onesies off, examining them for holes or stains. He smiled as he tossed them into the cart. “For Hellfire shirts.”

“You’re making them their own Hellfire Club shirts?” you asked with a giggle.

“Uh, hell yeah?” he said, like it was obvious. “They’re our newest members. Every member gets a shirt.”

The atmosphere in the thrift store was much more relaxed. You could tell Eddie felt comfortable here - he knew what to do, where to look, and he knew the prices wouldn’t make him pass out on the spot.

You ended up with a cart full of baby clothes, the beginnings of the twins’ wardrobe. You picked out a lot of clothes that had the red dot on the tag, indicating they were on sale today. The cart was full and neither of you were stressed about how you were going to afford it.

After looking through every single piece of clothing on the rack, you looked at the baby supplies. You were able to find a baby swing for a good price, as well as a bassinet. You wanted to use bassinets in the bedroom when the babies were first born so you could be near them and save on space until you got your own place.

You were nervous as Eddie was checking out. After seeing the prices at the department store, you were terrified of having to put everything back. But with everything on sale and the prices cheaper as they were - you and Eddie left with a good start and not much damage done to his wallet. He even left the phone number with the cashier, asking for them to give you a call if they got another bassinet or any cribs or strollers.

He loaded the swing and bassinet into the back of the van while you climbed into your seat with the huge bag of baby clothes. You were excited to go through them, wash and fold them and put them away until they’re needed.

“Do you feel better?” Eddie asked as he got into the driver’s seat.

“Yeah,” you said honestly. “A little less hopeless,” you smiled.

“Good.” Eddie patted your thigh, then grabbed your hand, bringing it up to his mouth to kiss your knuckles. He turned the key and the van rumbled to life, sounding better than it had last week. Whatever Eddie had done to it helped. “I told you. We make do.”

—

You were sitting on the couch the next week, yet another boring day of bed rest passing you by. You were going stir crazy, desperate to do something. Robin and Nancy came by to visit as often as they could when Eddie was at work, but they were both getting ready to start college, things in their lives getting busier. You felt like you were being left behind.

You were starting to doze off, the sitcom on the TV losing your attention, when the front door opened so abruptly it startled you. You jumped, turning to look with your hand over your heart. “Jesus, Eddie!”

“Baby,” he said, a huge grin on his face, his hair mussed like he’d ran here. 

“What?” you asked, looking at him curiously. Whatever it was, it seemed to be good news - something you could really use.

“Y’know the auto shop I take the van to? The one run by Brian?”

You weren’t exactly on a first name basis with Brian - in fact, you’d seen the guy plenty of times and were just learning that was his name. “Yeah, what about it?”

“Well, y’know, they know me pretty well. And they heard, uh, rumors around town about the babies.” You weren’t sure where he was going with this, but he was practically bouncing off the walls. “I told them yeah it was true, and they offered me a job!”

Your eyes widened. “What?”

“Yeah!” He practically vaulted over the couch to sit next to you. “Offered me a job on the spot. As a mechanic. I have to do training and shit, of course, but I already know a ton, so pretty soon I’ll be working on my own and making a decent bit of cash.”

You were borderline speechless, gaping at Eddie like an idiot. “Eds, that’s- that’s incredible!”

“I know!” He took your hands in his, kissing them. “This is amazing for us, baby. We’re gonna be okay. I can take care of us. I mean, y’know, we won’t be the Harringtons, but we can get our own trailer and afford to feed ourselves-“

Tears were running down your cheeks, and Eddie stopped abruptly, wiping them away. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you said with a laugh. “I just- I didn’t expect this. This is amazing.”

Eddie smiled warmly at you. “I told you we’d be okay. You know you should always trust me - I promised I’d take care of you, that I’d figure this out for us. And I did, right?”

You kissed him, hands on either side of his face as you pressed your lips together. When you pulled back, he was looking at you with stars in his eyes. “Yeah, you did.”

Quitting his dishwashing job was life changing for Eddie. You could see the change in his demeanor immediately. He didn’t drag himself out of bed in the morning, slow and miserable. He didn’t come home so worn out all he could do was make it to the couch and fall asleep. He didn’t have to work his ass off for 3 bucks an hour.

Eddie always liked working on cars, so next to being a musician, this was perfect for him. He was excited to go to work, and he looked hot coming home in his coveralls, arms smudged black. Some evenings you followed him into the shower, helping him relax.

Your savings were growing. You still thrifted, still clipped coupons, but things weren’t quite so dire. You felt like you could breathe. And you were so proud of the man Eddie was becoming - he was going to be the best dad, you could feel it.

“You okay, honey?” Wayne asked as he picked up his metal lunchbox, car keys in his hand. He was on the way out the door, but every day he checked on you before he left.

“I’m good, Uncle Wayne, thank you.”  You smiled at him from the couch where you were sitting sideways, feet propped up on some pillows. “Just gonna watch The Golden Girls until Eddie gets home.”

“Alright,” he said. “You give the plant a call if somethin’ happens or you need me.”

“Will do,” you said, knowing it would have to be a true emergency for you to bother Wayne at work. “Have a good night at work.”

“Goodnight, sweetheart,” he said, then he was out, closing and locking the trailer door behind him.

It usually wasn’t long after Wayne left that Eddie got home from work, but that short time that you were alone always left you nervous. You could be a worrier, especially now that you were pregnant and high risk, and you were terrified of the possibility of something happening while you were home alone. You felt much safer with Eddie around.

At 22 weeks now, you were exhausted, sore, and hungry. Always hungry - you were eating for three, after all. You lifted yourself off the couch and waddled into the kitchen, opening the fridge and searching it for something that looked good.

A touch on your back just about made you jump out of your skin.

You spun around, one hand over your heart and the other protectively over your belly. “Jesus Christ, Ed!”

He laughed, pulling the hair tie from his bun and letting his curls fall down around his shoulders. He had the top half of his coveralls unzipped, wearing a white tank top beneath, dirty with grease and oil. He looked sexy.

“Sorry,” he laughed. “I thought you would have heard me come in.”

“I was too focused on finding a snack,” you admitted. Eddie’s grin only grew wider.

He reached out and placed a hand on the belly. “How are my little gremlins?”

“Hungry,” you said, turning back to the fridge. “I just don’t know what I want.”

“Did you have dinner?” he asked, reaching around you and grabbing a beer, popping the can open and taking a big sip.

“Yeah. Me and Wayne had macaroni casserole. There’s a plate for you in the microwave.” Dissatisfied with the options in the fridge, you closed it and turned around to face him again.

“Perfect.” Eddie kissed you on the cheek before downing the rest of his beer in nearly one go. “I’m gonna go take a shower.” His eyes roamed your body, shamelessly up and down. “Care to join me, my lady?”

“But…hungry,” you whined.

“I’ll make you something after?” He sat his hands on your hips, pulling you as close as he could. “I missed you all day.”

It was hard to say no to him like this, especially when he looked so good. “Just a quick one?”

“No promises.” He smirked, pulling you down the hall by your hand. He unzipped his coveralls, dropping them to the ground and pulling his tank top over his head. He turned the water on, adjusting it until it was the temperature you preferred.

Eddie wrapped his arms around you, kissing you deeply. He smelled like a day at work, sweat and oil. It didn’t bother you - it kind of turned you on, your hard working man.

His hands slowly rose up the back of your shirt, pulling it up and over your head. He was careful not to touch your skin too much with his dirty hands, even though he wanted nothing more than to feel every inch of your body beneath his palms.

Your hands worked his buckle open while he pushed your shorts and panties down your legs, leaving you bare. He moaned against your lips as you pushed his jeans and boxers to the floor.

He was half hard when he stepped away from you, looking at you with a devilish grin. He took your hand and helped you into the shower, then climbed in after you, closing the curtain.

Eddie immediately began scrubbing his skin, washing away the sweat and dirt of the day. He tilted his head back under the stream of water, letting it wash everything away, including his stress. He was here with you right now, and he didn’t want anything to ruin it.

Once he was clean, he spun the two of you so you were under the water. He wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing and nipping at your neck while you tilted your head to the side and let your eyelids flutter closed.

“Eddie…” you moaned, fingernails digging into the backs of his shoulders, little half moon divots carved into his pale skin. 

He grunted in response, sucking on the most sensitive spot on your neck. He knew your body as if it were a map he’d drawn himself, every little spot that drove you crazy, the places that made your knees weak every time. He held you up now, your legs wobbly and your head going fuzzy.

“My pretty girl…” he mumbled against your neck. “I think about you all day.”

You whimpered as his hand slid between your thighs, calloused fingertips pressing against your throbbing clit. He rubbed slow circles against it, teasing you, just barely tightening that coil deep inside.

“You want me to make you cum, sweetheart?” he whispered. “It’s been a while. Too long since I felt that sweet pussy clench around me, soaking me, making a mess for me.”

You couldn’t form words with the way he was working you - he knew you too well, and everything was so sensitive. Eddie knew what he was doing, his ego deservedly raised.

He rubbed your clit with his thumb as his fingers moved back to your hole, two fingers slipping inside you. You whimpered, holding onto Eddie for dear life.

“That’s my girl,” he purred right in your ear, his voice low and smooth. “Squeezin’ me so good. D’you like that, sweetheart? Feel good?”

“Uh huh,” you whined. He pushed you back against the wall, leaning you against it for support while his fingers pumped in and out of your warm, wet cunt. His cock was rock hard just at the feeling of you, the thought of burying himself inside of you. He rutted his hips against your thigh, desperate for some friction on his aching cock.

“So pretty like this, baby.” The praises dripped from his lips like honey, and you ate up every word. “Love when you fall apart for me. Fuck, baby, you’ve got me so hard.”

All you could do was whimper, your head lolled back against the shower wall as he pulled you apart piece by piece. He pumped his fingers faster, curling them deep inside, pressing right against the spongy bundle of nerves.

“Eddie, Eddie,” you cried, face twisted in pleasure as your orgasm crept up your spine. “Eddie, please don’t stop, don’t stop-“

“Wouldn’t dream of it, sweetheart,” he cooed. “Come on and cum for me. I know you’re close, I can feel you. Go on and make a mess for me.”

His encouraging words combined with the pressure he was applying against your g-spot, fucking your pussy with his long fingers while his thumb rubbed your clit faster and faster, shoved you over the edge, pushing you into the abyss. Your grip tightened on his shoulders and you let out a loud cry of his name, chanting it like a prayer while he worked you through it.

“Good, good fuckin’ girl,” he growled. He was thrusting his hips against you faster now, so desperate although he’d never admit it. When you were nothing but shaking limbs leaning against the shower wall, he removed his fingers, bringing them to his lips for a taste. “So sweet, baby. Later I’m gonna make you cum on my tongue, too.”

Eddie washed your body, his sweet gentleness a stark contrast from the filth he was whispering in your ear minutes ago. Your legs were still wobbly as he washed your body.

He climbed out of the tub first, helping you out so you wouldn’t slip. You dried yourselves off, wrapping a towel around your body as you and a naked Eddie made the trek to the bedroom.

You were reaching for the dresser to get some pajamas when Eddie’s arms wrapped around you from behind, hands resting on your belly while he kissed your shoulder, then your neck. “I was thinking…we could maybe continue what we started.”

He was hardening again, you could feel him pressing up behind you. You turned around in his arms and he kissed you deeply, tongue sliding against your own. He kept kissing you as he guided you back to the bed.

He broke from the kiss, laying down on the bed on his back. He held your hand as you climbed on top of him. His hands rubbed across your belly then back to grab your ass, lifting you up on your knees. He gripped his cock in his fist, lining it up with your entrance above him.

“This okay?” he asked breathlessly, looking at you like he needed you to say yes. 

You nodded, a sweet “Yeah, Eddie,” coming from your kiss-bitten lips. He could have bust on the spot - it had been a while - but he gripped your hip with his free hand, slowly guiding you down onto him.

You whined at the pressure of him, the stretch as his fat tip breached your entrance. Eddie groaned, long and low as he sunk into you inch by thick inch. His hands were gripping onto your thighs, digging into the plush skin.

When you were fully seated on him, brow furrowed and lips parted as you drew in shaky breaths, Eddie slowly, carefully rocked his hips up into you.

“Oh!” you whimpered, hands resting on Eddie’s chest for balance - and leverage. He guided your hips against him, rocking and grinding down against him.

“Ohhhh yeah,” Eddie groaned. “That’s it, baby. Ride me just like that. Takin’ me so deep.”

You were a whining mess on top of him, bouncing on his cock as much as you could, but mostly just grinding down against him. Your clit was rubbing against the course curls at his base, building that wave inside you once again.

“So pretty,” he said, his breaths getting more shallow, his cheeks flushing red. “That’s it, that’s it. So good for me. So good, so fuckin’ beautiful. Keep riding my cock just like that.”

His hands slid up your sides, over your belly again and then to your tits, grabbing them in his large hands, massaging them, rubbing your nipples with his thumbs. You whimpered again, moving your hips faster.

“Gonna cum again,” you said, barely able to get the words out. “Eddie, I- gonna cum, oh fuck-“

You pitched forward, hands pressing into his chest as you cried out, your orgasm wracking through your body like a lightning strike - only it lasted forever, hitting you again and again. Eddie guided your hips on him, faster and faster, his moans turning high and desperate.

“Fuck, I’m close,” he said through gritted teeth. “Keep going, baby, gonna fill you up. Gonna cum in you so deep.”

“Please, please,” you begged, still riding out the aftershocks of your orgasm. “Please, need it Eddie.”

“Yeah? You need it?” His eyes were shining as he looked up at you, big brown eyes wide and hips snapping up into your tight cunt. “Gonna give it to you. Fuck, gonna give it to you- shit! Here it is baby, take it, fuck!”

You gasped as you felt Eddie’s hot spend filling you, wave after wave hitting him as his hips bucked up into you. Cockiness out the window, he was moaning like he’d never felt anything quite as incredible in his life.

You sat there, hands slowly rubbing his chest as he came down beneath you. His hands were still gripping you so tightly, trembling, until finally he loosened his grip and let go.

“I need some help,” you said with an awkward giggle, feeling Eddie slowly softening inside of you.

“Shit, sorry,” he said. You intertwined your hands with his for balance as he helped you lift yourself off, laying down on the bed next to him. He immediately turned to his side, his palm rubbing across your belly. “I love you.”

“I love you too, baby,” you smiled sleepily. “You need to eat though.”

“Oh, fuck,” he said, as if he’d just remembered how hungry he was. “Do you want to come with me, or are you gonna sleep?”

“I’ll come with you,” you said.

Eddie pulled on a pair of boxers and plaid pajama pants. He grabbed a pair of panties, shorts, and a huge shirt for you, helping you stand and basically dressing you himself. It was getting harder to bend over, so you held onto his shoulders while he helped you step into your clothes.

You put a hand on your lower back as you stood in the kitchen, watching Eddie heat up his leftovers and pull another can of beer out of the fridge. You twisted your upper body to each side, trying to take some of the pressure off your spine.

“You okay?” Eddie asked, scooping a forkful of macaroni casserole into his mouth.

“Just hurting,” you admitted. “They’re getting really heavy.”

Eddie hated when there were things he couldn’t help you with. He wanted to take all your pain away, take it himself if he could. Things were getting harder for you every day as the babies grew, and you were now going to the doctor twice weekly for non-stress tests to measure the babies’ heart rates and movements. It was getting very real, and very scary as more and more complications kept arising.

With the official pre-eclampsia diagnosis, Eddie was nervous all the time. He was terrified of something happening to you and the babies. You were very high risk and he knew it was a real possibility something could go wrong - the thought of something horrible happening made him sick to his stomach.

“You want me to rub your back after I eat?” he asked. He was leaning back against the counter, plate in his hands as he shoveled food into his mouth like he hadn’t eaten for days.

“Would you?” You sat down in one of the kitchen chairs. “That would be amazing.”

“‘Course I will,” he said. “You know I’m gonna take care of you.”

When Eddie was done with his dinner, he washed his dishes and put them away. He helped lift your exhausted form out of the chair and led you back to the bedroom. You laid down on your side while he laid behind you, his large hand sliding up your shirt and rubbing your back.

You closed your eyes, content.

—

A Nightmare on Elm Street played on the old TV. You had seen it so many times that you weren’t paying the most attention. You were sitting sideways on the couch, your feet in Eddie’s lap as he massaged them.

“Baby,” you called, poking Eddie’s side with your sock feet.

“What?” he asked you, looking like he knew he was about to be given a task but was completely willing to do anything on earth for you.

“You know what sounds soooo good right now?”

A raised eyebrow. “What?”

“A grilled cheese.” Your mouth practically watered at the thought, imagining the toasted bread, the perfectly melted cheese, how it would feel and taste on your tongue.

“You want me to make you a grilled cheese, baby?” Eddie asked, amused.

“Two grilled cheese?”

“Two grilled cheese.” He gently removed your feet from his lap, standing and stretching. He shuffled off to the kitchen as you kept watching the movie. The babies were being active today, it felt like they were having a party in there. One of them kept kicking you in the bladder while the other was pressed uncomfortably against your spine.

You heard the sizzling of the frying pan. Then, a quiet hissed “Shit!”

“What?” you called, turning to look into the kitchen.

“Fuckin’ burned myself.” He put his fingertip in his mouth, trying to soothe the burn. “I’m okay.”

A few minutes later and you were beaming as Eddie walked into the living room with a plate of two steaming grilled cheese sandwiches. Your mouth really was watering now, reaching for the plate like you’d never seen such a delicacy in your life.

Eddie laughed as you took the first bite, closing your eyes and letting out a moan. “Oh my god. So good.”

“I make a mean grilled cheese,” he said. Especially now since they were your main craving, he made you one just about every day.

“You do,” you agreed. “You’re too good to me, baby.”

Eddie rubbed his hand over your belly, happy that you and the little ones were happy. “Nah,” he said. “I just love you.”

—

Eddie liked his job.

You were 24 weeks now, adorably huge (at least that’s how he saw it - you would probably disagree), waddled everywhere you walked and needed help getting up. Eddie hated being away from you, feeling like he belonged by your side, making sure you were okay.

But really, he loved his job. It was the best job he’d ever had - not that he’d had many - but it was something he loved doing, something he was good at. Something that made him proud, that made you proud. A career.

He was bent over the hood of an old truck, up to his elbows in oil and grease, when he heard an old familiar voice behind him.

“Munson.”

Eddie froze. It was never good news when he heard that voice. Slowly he stood, turning around to face Chief Jim Hopper. All of a sudden, the memory of your father’s words ran through his head, the promise of Eddie getting jail time for his dealing. He hadn’t touched drugs in months, but - did that matter? His heart raced in his chest.

“Hey, Hop,” Eddie greeted awkwardly, wiping his hands on his dirty rag. “Uh, what’s up?”

“Can I talk t’you?” he asked, his hands on his belt.

Eddie’s stomach sunk to his toes. “Yeah, uh, just give me a minute.”

He felt like he was going to throw up as he threw his tools back in the box, wiping his hands and arms as much as he could. He tucked the rag into his coverall pocket and turned back to Hopper, nodding towards the deserted office. “We can talk in there.”

Hopper followed Eddie into the office. Eddie was panicking, pacing as Hopper leaned against the desk.

“Eddie-“

“I swear to god I’ve been straight, man,” Eddie said quickly. “I haven’t- I haven’t sold, I haven’t partaken, I haven’t touched a drug-“

“Eddie.”

“My girlfriend’s pregnant, she’s high risk, I have to take care of her. She needs me. I have two babies on the way, man, please-“

“Eddie.”

Eddie stopped his nervous rambling and pacing, finally meeting Hopper’s eyes. The older man looked amused. Eddie didn’t know if that was good or bad.

“I’m not here to arrest you,” Hopper said. “I just wanted to talk.”

Eddie let out a long breath, practically collapsing into the cheap metal chair against the wall. He buried his face in his hands, stressed. “It’s just- her dad said he talked to Officer Callahan, about- well, you know what about- and I thought-“

“Word gets around Hawkins fast,” Hopper said. “I heard about the twins. Congratulations.”

Eddie looked up at him. “Thanks.”

“I just thought we should have a talk, y’know, before you become a father.” Hopper sat on the edge of the desk, his arms crossed over his chest. “You haven’t been messing around with drugs anymore? Not even pot?”

“No,” Eddie said quickly, honestly. “Not at all.”

Hopper nodded. “Never thought I’d see the day, Munson.”

Eddie laughed lightly at that. “Yeah, well. News like that’ll do it.”

“Sure will.”

An awkward silence descended over the room. Neither man really knew what to say. Finally, Hopper took a deep breath.

“How long have we known each other, Munson?”

Eddie laughed. “Forever. You were chasing me off for trespassing at the old factory when I was 10.”

Hopper laughed lightly. “You’ve kept me plenty busy over the years.”

He knew it. Eddie had been a troublemaker since day 1, wanted to live his life and didn’t give a fuck about authority. Hopper had caught him doing shit he shouldn’t many times.

“Look, Ed…” Hopper said. “I’m real proud of you for cleaning up your act. I just wanted to say that. You…you’ve grown a lot. You’re going to be a great father.”

Eddie couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “What?”

“Don’t make me repeat myself,” Hopper said gruffly, hiding his smile. “You heard me.”

“That…that means a lot, Hop. Thank you.”

Hopper nodded. “Well. That’s all I really wanted to do - just come check up on you. Make sure you’re on the right path.”

He was heading for the office door, a shocked Eddie still sitting in the chair. He snapped out of it just as Hopper reached the door.

“Wait. What about the warrant?”

“There is no warrant,” Hopper said. “Look, don’t…don’t pay that guy any mind. You’re a better man than he is. He abandoned his daughter, and you’re here making sure your kids don’t have to want for a damn thing before they’re even born.” Hopper clapped Eddie on the shoulder. “Just…keep it up.”

With that, the man left, leaving Eddie reeling. He couldn’t believe what had just happened - Hopper wasn’t a sentimental guy. The millions of interactions Eddie’d had with the man were all various forms of causing and getting into trouble. Now he was here, at Eddie’s work, telling him he’s proud of him?

Things really were changing.

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Upside down Eddie is just so beautiful and sad and I miss him.

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I miss 2022 Joe soooo much! 🥹

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Joseph Quinn & his characters smiling/laughing

for my darling @joejoequinnquinn My love, I wish you the happiest of birthdays and the most wonderful day that you could imagine. May the next year for you filled with love, good luck, sunshine and hopefully every single day filled with the same smiles and laughs like in this gifset 💕

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(“paloma” fic but sam version) Sam’s first day back home and he’s finding it hard to adjust. but his sweet girl is always there to help him

thank u anon for requesting this ‹𝟹, JUST SMUT SMUT, mentions of his injuries from the movie, wc 3k

his breath hitched the moment your fingers grazed his inner thigh. Sam lay back against the pillows, legs spread, skin already prickled. his chest marked with faint tan lines and his skin still damp from his shower. he was watching you, watching as you knelt beside him on the bed, your lips parted, your eyes searching his for any hesitation

“I mean it Sam” you whispered again, softer now, dragging your fingers along his hipbone “we don’t have to, not if you’re not ready.”

but he exhaled in once real deep, like he’d been holding it in since he stepped through the door. his hand moved, palm brushing the curve of your breast in a slow upward drag. you felt the tension leave his shoulders the moment his fingers curled around it, thumb stroking gently over your nipple, and you leaned into him instinctively

“no” he said voice steady and clear, “no, I want to” he said before pulling you close and kissing you slow, a little desperate

your hands cupped his face as your tongues slid together, your bare chest brushing his as you leaned in. you could feel his cock twitching against your thigh, half hard and eager, straining upward like it remembered the feeling of your mouth even if the rest of him still felt like it was relearning what peace meant. you broke the kiss only to whisper against his cheek “still love this don’t you?”

he gave a breathy laugh “missed it more than I thought I would” he said, eyes meeting yours

you kissed down his jaw, trailing lower, your hand drifting to wrap around his cock, already twitching “then just lie back” you murmured, “let me take care of you”

he obeyed, shifting his hips, giving you full access. his legs spread wider apart, thighs flexing slightly, the veins in his arms twitching as he gripped the sheets like he was still trying to stay composed. but the second your tongue licked a slow stripe from base to tip, his head fell back, a soft moan slipping out of him “f-fuck…”

you smiled against him, tongue circling the flushed tip, tasting salt. your hand stroked what your lips didn’t take. Sam’s breath caught again, hips jerking up “god… I forgot how good you are at that” he murmured voice cracking halfway through, his hand sliding into your hair just holding, not forcing you to take him deeper

you looked up, your eyes meeting his as your lips slid lower, your throat relaxing to take him deeper. his eyes widened, mouth falling open “shit! baby ahh, fuck-” the groan cracked from his throat

his hips lifted just a little now, chasing the rhythm of your sucking, your hands stroked his thighs, feeling the slight tremble there as he let himself go under you

the way he moaned your name, “Yhh…you- fuck sweetheart” sent a thrill straight to your pussy. he was unwinding in your mouth, slowly but surely, and you loved the way his cock throbbed harder with every flick of your tongue under the shaft, every soft suction around the head. he didn’t have to say how much he missed it. you could feel it in every sound he made, every shaky breath

he whispered, “don’t stop” and that’s all it took for you to lean in deeper, cheeks hollowing, saliva spilling down your wrist as you worked him into your mouth. you wanted to erase every memory of war from his body, wanted his return home to taste like this wet, warm, welcoming

his breath hitched sharp the second your fingers brushed the jagged ridge along his thigh, a line of pale raised flesh that curved just below the hip and trailed down toward the knee. you hadn’t meant to. your hand was just gliding down the inside of his leg, soft and eager as your mouth worked his cock, cheeks hollowed. he was already trembling, his voice cracking into breathy curses “that’s it your mouth’s so goddamn perfect” until your fingertips grazed where his skin met the scar

he hissed sudden and loud “Ahh! shit, wait” his body jerking beneath you, and before you could react, his hand was in your hair, not rough but firm. he wasn’t pushing you off, not exactly, but he stopped you there, frozen mid suck, his cock still wet from your mouth but now flushed and twitching in the cool air

you blinked up at him, lips parted, confused, heart pounding in your chest like you’d done something wrong, but then you saw his face

not angry, not upset. never those things with you. his eyes weren’t hard but he had a distant look, like the present had slipped through his fingers for just a moment. he chest rose and fell fast, sweat beading on his brow that hadn’t been there moments ago, his grip on your hair trembling

“Sam?” your voice was a murmur, you shifted slightly, wanting to move back, but he held your head just there hovering inches above his cock

he didn’t answer right away. just stared at the ceiling for a long second, then slowly looked down at you, the corners of his mouth twitching, trying to soften “I-I’m okay” he whispered “Just… that spot. I wasn’t ready for it”

your hand settled on his thigh again, but this time far from the scar “I didn’t know. I didn’t mean-”

“I know you didn’t” he said almost apologetic, but still… he didn’t let go of your hair. his thumb stroked gently along your temple

you tried again, slowly, leaning forward, lips parting as you lowered your head, only to find yourself stopped once more. Sam’s fingers curled into your hair, not harsh. but he kept you just there, not letting you take him back into your mouth

“Sam” you whispered, breath warm against his skin, the taste of him still on your tongue “let me”

he shook his head once, barely “not yet. just… stay here a second”

you listened, staying still, your hand now resting on his belly, feeling it tense and relax beneath your palm. his other hand joined the first in your hair, stroking through it slowly like it soothed him

“I got hit by an IED” he said suddenly, voice distant and quiet “that leg barely held together after the blast. there was blood everywhere. couldn’t move it. thought I was done”

he stopped. eyes shut tight, his jaw clenched like he wanted to shove the memory back in whatever box he’d locked it in before he’d come home

you shifted closer, pressed a kiss to his belly, just below his bellybutton “you don’t have to say more.”

“no. I want to” he murmured. “you should know what that spot means. that place you touched? that’s where it ended and started again. it’s where I thought I was going to die”

your head still hovered above his cock, your lips so close, but neither of you moved toward pleasure anymore. he needed this more, needed this moment, needed to get it off his chest

“I’m sorry” you whispered “I didn’t mean to pull you back there”

his hands loosened in your hair, thumbs tracing your cheekbones now “you didn’t. it just surprised me. it’s not your fault, nothing with you ever is”

you kissed the skin above his scar, and watched the way his eyes softened again

“I want to keep going” you said gently voice almost pleading “but only if you want to sam”

he looked at you long and hard. then nodded “okay”

and though he didn’t push your head back down, he didn’t pull you closer either. his hands stayed where they were, trembling slightly, still figuring out how to let pleasure back into his body without letting the memories sneak in with it

you blinked, startled by the urgency in him now, the way he reached for you without hesitation, moving you gently up from your knees and onto the pillows, your back meeting the warmth his body had left behind. he didn’t say anything as he moved just looked at you with that unreadable face, the military attitude that never fully faded, not even here, naked in his own bed, cock flushed and heavy against his thigh

but when he climbed over you, settling between your legs, his body didn’t feel cold. it was warm

his cock dragged over your stomach as he leaned in, the slick trail of pre cum and your saliva smearing across your tummy, you opened your mouth to speak, to ask what he was thinking, but he gave you no chance because he leaned down and kissed your cheek, softly lips pressed there like a thank you and an apology in one. then lower, to the corner of your jaw, down your throat, where you tilted your head without thinking, offering yourself to him

his hands were on your sides now, as they moved in small, slow patterns, memorizing you all over again. every curve, every dip, as if your body had changed in the months he was gone. he worshipped you like it had

“you waited for me” he murmured into your collarbone “I thought about this. about you every goddamn day”

you gasped as his mouth moved lower, lips warm against the swell of your breast, tongue flicking out to tease your nipple before he kissed a trail down your ribs, he lingered over the soft curve of your belly, kissing it lovingly

your thighs parted easily for him, your breath catching when he kissed the inside of your left one, then the right, tongue tracing just enough to make your hips jerk. he didn’t rush. his hands slid under your ass, lifting you slightly so he could kiss the crease where thigh met pelvis, his nose brushing over the softest parts of you

he didn’t speak again. he didn’t have to

his tongue found your pussy like it remembered every way you liked to be touched, every flick, pressure and gentle suck. you moaned loud legs trembling as he licked deep and slow, hands pinning you in place

then he moved down to the next part of your body. he kissed down your calves, the arch of your foot, you let out a surprised giggle and he paused. for a moment you weren’t sure what he’d do, but then his face broke into a slow smile, the kind you hadn’t seen in months

“you still ticklish there” he said, kissing your ankle again teasing now “some things don’t change”

then crawled back up your body, slowly dragging his cock along your skin again until it nestled right at your entrance, his hands cradled your face, thumbs brushing your cheeks as he kissed you

then he looked into your eyes, and this time you saw it all the pain, the longing, the love. “I want to feel you around me” he said softly “I need it”

you lifted your hips, legs wrapping around him and whispered “then take me Sam.”

his eyes locked with yours, breath hot and uneven as he moved between your legs again, the weight of his cock heavy in his hand as he guided it down, dragging it through your slick folds. he paused right at your entrance, tip barely pushing past your lips, and you saw it again that flicker of hesitation, not from doubt, but from the knowledge of what was coming

not just the stretch, not just the tight aching feeling of him inside you. but everything behind it. the months, the loss, the rawness of being human again

he leaned down, forehead touching yours and whispered “I’m sorry. this is going to hurt”

you nodded, eyes wide, lips parted, and exhaled “slow… slow, Sam”

and he was

his cock nudged in, the thick head parting your pussy open. you felt it all, the soft burn of being stretched again, of being filled by him, this man who hadn’t touched you in so long. his jaw clenched tight, as he eased in further, your body clenching instinctively

tears pricked the corners of your eyes from the pressure alone, his cock so thick, every inch taking up space you hadn’t made for anyone else. you moaned a long broken sound, head arching back into the pillow, hands clawing at his shoulders as your pussy finally gave in and swallowed the last of him

“Fffuck” he groaned forehead pressing into your neck “you feel… so fucking tight”

his hips rested flush to yours, both of you shaking from it, both breathless. he stayed inside, letting your body adjust

when he finally began to move, it was slow

he pulled back a few inches and slid in again with that same deep pressure, hips bucking into yours, his elbows dropped down on either side of you, forearms caging your head, and his chest pressed flush to your breasts

it was much more intimate like this. his body covered yours entirely, his cock moved inside you with slow dragging thrusts making you feel stretched, full, owned

and the eye contact never broke. he didn’t look away not once, not even when his thrusts deepened, not even when your mouth parted with a needy moan and your hips began to roll up into him

you wrapped your arms around his back, holding him there, as he fucked you

“I dreamed of this” he whispered voice cracking “of being this close., of feeling you. I missed you”

you answered him with a kiss, lips crashing into his, tongues sliding together, breath mingling. you hummed into his mouth soft and needy and full of everything that had built up without him

he groaned low, grinding into you harder, his pace still slow but deeper now, pelvis pressing flat to your clit every time he bottomed out. and you were starting to shake, whimpering into his mouth with every stroke

your legs locked around him, drawing him deeper still, and you felt his whole body shudder as he buried his face in your neck

“I love you” he murmured there “I love you, fuck, I love you”

and the way he said it over and over, each word matched to a thrust

he was deep inside you so deep you could feel him in places untouched for months, places that knew only him. his chest was sweaty against yours, breath fanning over your throat, and everything should’ve felt perfect

but it wasn’t, not quite

because while your body held him close, hot and needy, Sam’s mind was wandering somewhere else

the pleasure was there, yes. the warmth of your pussy wrapped around his cock, the sounds of your moans in his ear, your legs tightening around his waist he felt it all. but then something slipped into his mind

he remembered the burning smell of metal, the dirt in his mouth when he hit the ground, the screams, the sound of gunfire. the silence after

he hadn’t meant to think of it, not now. not with you beneath him, looking up at him like he meant the world to you. but the thought hit him hard, and his body started to betray him. that tightness in his throat, the heat crawling up his neck, the familiar stinging in his eyes, a faint headache forming at his temples. his ears ringing, that high pitched static sound drowning out everything but the sound of his heart

his pace didn’t slow or stop. if anything his hips still moved, still sank into you desperately. but his mind had gone far away, his chest rose and fell deeply, muscles trembling, the memories coming all back

you noticed first

“Sam… Sam… Sam…” you whispered, your voice soft and steady, cutting through the high pitched static sound

he blinked. he hadn’t realized he’d closed his eyes, hadn’t noticed how blurry they’d become. the wetness on his cheeks foreign until your hands cupped his face gently. your thumbs stroked his cheeks, wiping away the tears he hadn’t known were there

he looked down at you then. your eyes wide and worried, your pussy still gripped him tight, clenching around him with every stroke, but your face god your face. you were still here, you were real, you were his

his lips parted trying to say something, anything, but the words caught behind the lump in his throat. he choked on them, and then he dropped his head, nuzzling hard into the crook of your neck, hiding in your warmth

he sobbed

the kind of sob that came from deep inside. his arms wrapped around you tighter, pulling you flush, like if he let go even an inch he’d fall apart completely

but still he never stopped moving

his cock stayed buried deep, thrusting slow and shaky, hips bucking into yours as the tears fell freely down his cheeks

his face was still buried in the crook of your neck, lashes wet against your skin but then his mouth shifted, drifting lower, brushing across your collarbone until his lips found the soft swell of your breast. he paused there, and you felt his breath warm, shaky, fanning across your nipple before he opened his mouth and took it in, slow and gentle, like he needed it

you gasped, your back arching into the warmth of his mouth, a quiet moan escaping your lips “Aahh Sam!” your arms wrapping tighter around him. your legs locked tighter around his waist, heels pressing into the small of his back, giving him all the closeness he so clearly craved

he sucked slowly, tongue flicking softly over your nipple while his hips kept thrusting into you. his other hand came up, callused fingers brushing over your other breast before he cupped it gently, thumb and forefinger rolling your nipple until it hardened

you were overwhelmed by how intimate it was. his cock buried deep inside you, his lips latched around your nipple, his body trembling as he held on to you

“I’ve got you” you whispered, your lips brushing his ear “you’re safe Sam., you’re home. right here”

he didn’t answer. just kept sucking your nipple like it soothed something inside him, his tears had slowed now

your fingers ran through his short hair as he sucked harder for a moment, then let your nipple go with a wet pop, a string of saliva stretching between his lips and your skin. he looked up at you face flushed, lips parted

and then he kissed you. wet, messy, desperate

his mouth crushed against yours, tongue pushing in immediately, teeth scraping yours. his hands were everywhere one on your breast still, the other gripping your thigh, grinding your hips up against his.

you moaned into his mouth, whimpering his name as the pleasure started building fast again

he groaned in response, swallowing your moans

you could feel it he was close, so close. his thrusts started slowing just slightly

he didn’t warn you, didn’t pull out, didn’t let out a frantic “I’m close” like he usually did. no, Sam just kept fucking into you with those slow thrusts, his forehead was damp against yours, his breath uneven, and filled with the little things he whispered “God, you’re perfect”, “I missed your pussy so much”, “Feels like fucking heaven inside you”

and then it happened. his thrusts deepened, hips pressing flush against you. his cock throbbed once, then again and you felt it. the first thick shot of cum filling your pussy, his whole body jerked with it, breath hitching into your open mouth

he came hard

you gasped at the sensation, at the way he fucked into you like he needed to bury every last drop, balls pressing against your ass, hips grinding down to keep himself inside. his head dropped to your chest, his forehead damp with sweat, eyes shut tight. his arms wrapped around you instantly

and that’s when the apologies spilled from his mouth

“sorry fuck- I’m sorry” he whispered, over and over “I didn’t mean to sorry, sorry, baby I love you, I love you so much-”

you could barely breathe with how tightly he held onto you, his mouth suddenly everywhere on your chest kissing the swell of your breast, the space between them, desperate little pecks like he was trying to make up for finishing before you did

you ran your fingers through his short hair again, breathing heavy, your body still slick with sweat. but you didn’t care that you hadn’t finished, you didn’t care that your orgasm was a few thrusts away, what mattered was him. how sorry he sounded, how much he clearly adored you

you cupped the back of his head, kissed the top of it, and murmured softly “it’s okay sam”

and it was. because he was buried inside you still his cum slowly leaking out around his softening cock, because he was here, on top of you, holding you like a man who thought he might never get the chance again, because every time he whispered I love you it sounded like it cost him nothing and everything all at once

you were filled, sam was finally home and you were his.

te juro que te amo by los terricolas

TE JURO QUE TE AMOOO AFUERA ESTA LLOVIENDO POR DENTRO ESTOY TEMPLANDO PORQUE TU TE VAS😭😭😭

something abt writing warfare men w spanish songs is so ugh ❤️‍🩹 this came out sadder than i intended 😩

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