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[adimilkys]

JJK men waking up horny at night

MDNI : 18+, smut, somnophilia, masturbation, p in v, degradation and much more

Contains : Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Toji Fushigiro, Choso Kamo, Ryomen Sukuna (I was throwing up while writing his bitch ass 😾 I still love you Sukuna 😔)

small note : remember! Consent is everything, so let’s say the reader and character made an agreement on not minding if they would wake up to head etc. Not proof read

Gojo Satoru

He often got wet dreams, either waking up to morning wood or- waking up in the middle of the night.

And that’s what happened this time, it’s 3 am and Satoru let out a groan as his eyes opened, his whole face was red, it was so goddamn hot in here. He looked over at your peaceful face, wrapped his hands around you and pulled you closer.

He breathed in your smell, leaving kisses all around your neck and shoulders, slightly grinding his hard cock against your ass.

“Fuck… not letting me rest in my sleep either.” A quiet whine left his mouth, one hand going under his shirt that you were wearing, while the other one pulled your panties to the side, you usually only slept in his shirt and your panties, so he had easy access to your body.

“Baby… I need you…” two of his fingers entered you, he started moving them slowly and scissoring them, you let out a soft moan and clenched your thighs together- but still asleep.

He sped up his pace, taking his own cock into his hand and started stroking it. You let out a louder moan, feeling something tighten inside your stomach.

Suddenly your eyes shot open as your hand instantly went to grab his wrist. “T-Toru!” You cried as he added a third finger.

“M’sorry baby… I was so horny…” he was also close, groaning as he was stroking his cock faster.

“C-Can I put it in? Please please I need to feel you…” You nodded, not able to say anything, the only sounds leaving your mouth being moans of his name.

His fingers left your hole, you whined at the lost sensation but it was immediately replaced with his cock, you gasped at the feeling of being so full. He had your back against his chest. His arms were wrapped around your thighs, holding them up so it was easier for him to slide in.

His thrusts were slow and deep, hitting your cervix every time.

“Toru!! Ah- c-close!” You moaned, your nails were digging into his shoulder as he fastened his pace.

“S-shit… me too baby, me too.” One of his hands left your thigh, letting it lay on the bed, it instead went to your clit.

Your eyes rolled back and your back arched as you came, he wasn’t far behind, a few more strokes and he buried himself deep inside and shot his loads of cum.

As he pulled out you both were a panting mess. He moved your panties back, his hands wrapping around your waist and head hid in your shoulder.

“I’ll clean you up in the morning…”

Nanami Kento

It was rare for him to get wet dreams, it basically never happened, until this night.

He was rock hard and itching to touch you but he didn’t want to wake you up. You came back from work really late and exhausted, it was a hard day for you.

He could just jerk off, but he wanted you so bad. He got onto his knees, making you lay on your back as he pushed your legs apart, slowly pulling your panties off, making sure you won’t wake up.

He grabbed his cock in his hand and started stroking it, imagining it was your hand right now. You were so cute asleep, his beautiful wife.

You probably would tease him for days if you found out what he was doing, he just wanted to quickly get off to your body and go back to sleep.

He leaned down, kissing all over your exposed cleavage and neck, leaving small marks with every kiss, you’ll probably wake up and wonder where’d they come from.

He’ll explain himself tomorrow, right now it wasn’t important. What was is that he’s closer and closer, he started moving his hand faster, shooting out ropes all over your stomach that was exposed due to your shirt being ridden up, following with a muffled moan.

When he calmed down, he grabbed a tissue from the shelf and cleaned the cum off you. Putting your panties back down and laying down next to you, cuddling you.

Toji Fushigiro

He dreamt of you pregnant all over again, your round belly, filled with his child. He knows he has a breeding kink, so it’s obvious that he has gotten hard just from thinking about it.

Megumi wouldn’t mind a little brother, or maybe sister. Fuck, he wanted to get you pregnant again. He knows you’re on that shitty pill- he needs to flush them down the fucking toilet.

But right now all he needed was you. He grabbed your sleeping face and slammed his lips on yours, making you gasp, which allowed his tongue to enter.

“Mhmm- too-ji?” You muffled out barely awake, confused why in the middle of the night your man started furiously attacking your mouth.

“Fuck- feel what you did to me doll, got me all hard even in my sleep, yeah?” You let out another gasp, feeling his hard erection press against your clothed pussy.

Not letting you say anything he ripped your panties and immediately positioned his cock against your entrance.

“T-Toji! What if we wake up Megumi-”

“Then you have to quiet down all these pretty sounds, hm?” And just like that he slammed his dick inside of you. You quickly bit down on your hand, muffling your loud cry.

Not letting you adjust, he continued slamming in and out of you at a quick pace. Tears filled your eyes from the pleasure, trying the best to muffle your loud moans. Your other hand scratched at his back.

He grabbed the hand that was covering your mouth and replaced it with his lips, you could’ve sworn you felt his tongue in your throat, it was a messy kiss- tongues and teeth clashing together. Then he moved down to your neck, leaving marks all over it.

“A-Ah! S-Slo’down- T’muchhh!” Instead of actually slowing down, he only went faster if that was even possible at this point.

“I know you can take it, doll. You always do.” With every thrust you were closer, it was also hard to be quiet with this beast of a man slamming into you at an inhuman pace.

“Toji- close so close!”

“Come on, cum f’me” Your head threw back, not able to contain the loud cry that left your mouth, his pussy clamped down so hard on his cock that he came short after you, letting out a load groan as he filled you up.

“One more round?”

“Toji- wait, AH-”

Choso Kamo

You’re his first ever partner, he’s still not used to all those relationships things. So just imagine his confusion when he woke up at 2 am, his dick rock hard and his body hot.

He looked over to you, sleeping so beautifully, you were asleep and didn’t even do anything- what happened??

He couldn’t go back to sleep, he was too horny. You won’t be mad if he wakes you up, right?

He carefully shook you, calling out your name. After a minute you opened your eyes, mumbling out some incorrect words. When you saw it was Choso who was sitting up, looking all worried you immediately raised yourself up on your hands.

“Love…? What’s wrong?” You asked, his face got red immediately, embarrassed to say what happened.

“I- woke up and my dick was hard, I didn’t know what happened so I woke you up.” You stared at him and let out a soft laugh, sitting up next to him.

“Oh baby, you probably just had a wet dream.” He looked at you confused, still not understanding what that meant.

“A wet dream is when you dream about something sexual.” He let out a quiet ohh, you shook your head smiling.

“Want me to help?” He didn’t move for a while before slowly shaking his head, still embarrassed that he had to wake you up for that. You took his dick in your hands, slowly moving them up and down before lowering your head and leaving kisses all over his cock.

His hand buried itself in your hair as he let out a quiet moan, begging you to not tease him. You complied to his request, taking as much of him as you can in your mouth.

He slightly thrust his hips forward, making the head of his cock hit the back of your throat. “M-m’sorry… had too-“ he whined as your plump lips dragged on his dick, your mouth so warm. The rest that you couldn’t fit in was wrapped around your hand, not being forgotten.

The way you looked up at him, the way that your mouth moved- he was getting closer and you knew it, your movement got faster and he gripped your hair tightly, letting out a moan as he came inside your mouth.

You swallowed it all, giving his head a last kiss before raising yourself up and wiping the corners of your lips with your hand. “You did so good love” he blushed at the praise,

“I’ll repay you tomorrow, okay?”

“Choso, you know you don’t have to-”

“But I want to.”

Ryomen Sukuna

He will not wake you up and admit that he got hard because of a stupid dream, there’s absolutely no way. He won’t ‘jerk off’ either, that would be just low of him.

So he will indeed wake you up but by his cock inside of you. He immediately got to work, ripping your panties off and throwing them somewhere in the room, getting in between your legs as he picked them up and held them against your chest.

He spit down on your pussy, the cold sensation making you shiver in your sleep. He grabbed one of his cocks and positioned it against your entrance, he would use both but getting you prepared for the other one would take too long.

And with a quick thrust he was deep inside of you, filling you up. The sudden intruder immediately woke you up, letting out pleasurable but also painful scream.

“Ngh—! wha-?!” Your eyes darted around the room before laying on the huge frame of Sukuna, who was glaring at you.

“Quiet, brat. This is your fault so now take it.” Your back arched off the mattress as he suddenly started moving, still half asleep not knowing what’s happening.

“Ryo-! Wait! Let me-” before you could finish your sentence a loud moan left your mouth, he did not plan on giving you any mercy with how fast he was ramming inside you.

You yelped as he slapped your ass harshly, “That’s for waking me up, brat.” You wanted to reply to him but you couldn’t form the words, even if you did you knew that would just result in another slap.

He didn’t even bother at pulling out as he picked you up and flipped you onto your stomach like a ragdoll. Continuing with his harsh slams, you felt every vein, with how big he was he was hitting every spot inside your pussy.

His hand grabbed your head and pushed you further into the pillow, making you arch more. He was slamming into you so hard it felt like he was rearranging your guts. The knot in your stomach tightened as you clenched around him.

“Cum, slut.” With his words your hands gripped onto the pillows and with almost a scream-like moan you came so hard you saw stars, but even with your tight pussy clamping around him so hard his thrusts didn’t slow down.

He once again grabbed your body, now picking it up and making you sit on his lap, your back against his chest as he bounced you up and down. You were so fucked out, tears streaming down your cheeks, your tongue out as spit leaked from the corners of your mouth.

“Look at you, so greedy for my cock.” He smirked, pinching your nipple.

“Ryooo— I can’t-” he slapped your ass once again, making you let out a cry, feeling another orgasm coming soon.

“Close already?” He scoffed “Pathetic” you squirmed as his hand went to your clit. One hand on your throat, second on your boobs, third wrapped around your waist making you bounce and fourth on your clit.

“Haa- n-nono-“ you cried as the next orgasm hit you, squirting all around his cock and hand. Leaving you a panting and overstimulated mess.

“What a messy pussy…” he groaned as he slammed you down, cock buried so deep there was a bulge on your stomach as he filled you with his load.

You were sure you would fall down on the bed if he wasn’t holding you up. He pulled his cock out just to fill you again with his second one.

“Did you think we were done, brat?”

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[miguelspriscilla]

riding nerdy!miguel for the first time

“god! you’re so pathetic!”

your lips curved into a devilish smirk as you continued rubbing your cunt on miguel’s cock—which was already gushing out cum. you guys had barely started and already the loser underneath you was writhing in pleasure.

slick slick slick

“p-please..that feels so good!” miguel gasp out, as you responded with a giggle. grabbing his jaw with one hand, you planted a sloppy kiss on his lips to shut him up—not wanting to hear him cry any longer. honestly, you shouldn’t even be giving him this treatment but you’re just oh so nice and decided to finally let him fuck you since he did your semester project which was worth 70% of your final grade.

the look on his face when you told him instead of sucking his cock, you were gonna fuck him until he couldn’t even remember how to fucking walk was priceless! once he tried thanking you, you cut him off with a scoff and walked away.

while you continued to tease and edge him by rubbing your wet entrance down his length, causing miguel to moan loudly. he had no idea where to place his hands, leaving them to rest on the top of mattress before clawing at your sheets—which immediately pissed you off, making you pull away from his lips and slapping him across the face before moving his hands to rest on your hips for him.

hovering over him, you were resting on your knees to prompt yourself just above his tip. you noticed how his chest was heaving heavily in anticipation as embarrassment and desperation painted all over his nerdy face. "please-" as he was about to beg, you cut him off by fully sinking yourself on his thick length, as much as you didn’t want to admit at the moment—he was stretching you out more than any guy you ever fucked before.

"you feel so good.." miguel gasped, with his eyes closed shut. his hands slowly moving from their place on your hips to grip your ass, placing his large hands firmly on your asscheeks as if he was urging you to start moving but you remained sitting on his lap. not giving in the pleasure of his cock making you feel full—honestly, you felt like you could cum from just this alone. but you really needed to adjust to his monstrous size before you could start to move.

slowly you finally start to set an agonizing pace. unraveling your arms from crossing underneath your bare breasts, your hands planted on his firm chest and started grinding against his hips. miguel practically slammed his head back on your pillow once you actually start to bounce on his cock, whimpering pathetically at the feeling of being inside you for the first time.

“o-oh..fuck—just like that..!”

it’s so hot to hear him curse.

“yeah? baby, you gonna come for mommy again? b-breed my fucking pussy—ohhh fuck! ruin my pussy!”

it’s also so hot to see him wither in pleasure beneath you, seeing his large and muscular body shake as he can’t help but whimper about how good it is. you couldn’t help but just smirk considering you’re the reason he gets like this everytime you touch him.

the head of his cock was hitting up against that sweet spot of yours in a way that drew loud, breathy moans from your mouth almost too quickly. were you actually getting addicted to this loser’s cock? you only just sat on it less than 5 minutes. but it wasn’t just you who was practically drunk off the blissful feeling, miguel was also enjoying the feeling of your tight, leaking cunt. his large hands still firmly planted on your cheeks as he tried guiding your movements from below before you took charge once again, fastening your pace even more.

the sound of your gasps, the slapping of skin, and miguel’s pathetic whimpers filled the small space that you called a dorm around you. “ah! god..m-mommy, i’m c-close..!” miguel’s mind was hazy with pleasure as he was almost going limp. he had been fantasizing of this moment for weeks, fucking into his hand every night—thinking the warmth of his rough and calloused palm was the warmth of your pussy.

before he could go fully limp, you took his hands from your asscheeks, and guided them up your towards your breasts, moving them to squeeze them hard enough that you mewled in pain. "cum for mommy, baby. cum all over inside me until you fucking cry!” you moaned loudly, bringing one of your hands down to your little nub to rub as your whole body to began to shake. “oh miguel!”

you continued to moan the name of the nerd over and over again while you kept fucking yourself on his thick cock. shutting your eyes tightly once you felt an unfamiliar but delicious knot in your stomach starting to erupt. you began to squirt, all over his torso and lap—practically spraying his whole body and your sheets with your fluids while cries of pleasure released from your parted lips as your orgasm completely took over your body. this was the first orgasm that had you not thinking nor breathing correctly, your vision was even lacking which was absolutely odd to you considering the fact that nobody was able to make you squirt before, not even those men that you call an ex could..

due to exhaustion, you fell forward onto his bare chest, with your breasts pressing firmly against his as you tried to catch your breath. while you were trying to recover, miguel had completely came undone inside you. emptying all of his warm cum in your cunt as you stayed on top of him, painting your walls just like what you wanted. the feeling of him filling your womb had you drooling on top of him, god—you loved it..you wanted more..you wanted this nerd to keep breeding you with his cock until his balls were empty.

“th-thank you, mistress-“

you hummed. “please shut up.”

both of you still stayed in this position even after some time. miguel was just about to fall asleep, he was almost knocked out cold from the intense sex that he had with you but before he could, he felt you press your glossy lips into his, the messy kiss that was filled with drool and just screamed with wanting more. you still kept yourself on top of him before giving him a smirk which made him gulped, already having a bad feeling about this..

“we’re not stopping until you fucking soak my sheets with your cum.”

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@nymphomatique pookie this one for you..

btw guys tysm for 500 followers hehe!! i’m gonna be uploading more rcd!miguel really soon sorry for the delay my loves <3

[lokisgoodgirl]

It’s been a hot day here in the southern hemisphere of Midgard, so humid and sticky (and not the good kind). Could you tempt Jotunn Loki to cool things down (and maybe heat things up in a good way)?? 🥵😍

I hope its still hot today 🔥 I'm in a very wanky wankst mood this week I'm sorry.

Cooldown

Jotun Loki x Reader Smutty - w/c 300

"Please let me suck it..." you whined, as Loki spread his thighs wider. You ran your palms up the naked blue muscles, every bulge in his jotunn enhanced femurs straining shades of cerulean as you shuffled closer. Hoping.

"Absolutely not." he gasped, his grip tightening around the gargantuan shaft. One hand stroked in devastating precision, the other grasped around a shimmering cube as he threw his head back, dark curls spread over tensed shoulders.

"You would be sealed to me in seconds-" he choked, making you whimper. You trailed your nose up his inner thigh, the biting chill making it tingle. "Is..is what you w-wish? To be inescapably, p-painfully, irrevocably...gods..fastened to my c-cock-"

You nodded coyly against his skin, fighting the chill. You knew he was right but fuck, right now you'd risk it.

"Maybe another...uhhh f-fuck..time... " he chuckled with difficulty, wide sapphire hips tilting upwards with every thrust as you hovered by the shuddering tip.

Loki's huge fist was merciless, his brow furrowing in desperate pleasure as you parted your lips. "Let's cool you dow- down, shall we?" he grunted through shortening breaths, low moans rumbling in his core as he edged himself across the final precipice.

Your tongue meekly lapped the tip of his cobalt shaft, feeling the saliva harden instantly against the frozen skin. You pulled it away with a wince. Loki released an animalistic groan at the sight, shuddering forwards with a clenched cry of your name.

The cool seed spattered your cheeks, flooding your tongue with force. You stilled, letting it drip from the corners of your mouth down your chin to your chest. There was always so much. Like soft sorbet on summer's hottest day. And he was always so obliging, such a benevolent god to his fragile mortal and her petty needs.

Your fingers traced the streams of his cum, rubbing swathes of the chilled liquid into your breasts with a moan of satisfaction. The relief would last for hours. Loki gaped, his stare smouldering through half lidded eyes.

"I will never tire of cooling you down, pet." he panted slowly, skin blossoming back to its paler form as he released his grip from the casket.

"Good thing you always make me so hot then..." you purred, rising and crawling into your god's wide lap. Loki groaned again.

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[auratux]

saw requests were open sexy lady 😏

how about kunigami + breeding kink? i just know he has one and his dick is just too fucking big to not have a breeding kink 😩

gIRL WE BOTH KNOW IT WE BOTH DO (I haven't written smut in over a year pls be nice to me)

warnings: breeding kink and my lame ass attempt at dirty talking!

“Fuck baby,” Kunigami inhales sharply, fighting back a groan that rumbles in the back of his throat. “You look so perfect like this.” His head tilts back as a moan passes from his mouth, his eyes screwing shut. 

The way your cunt clenched around him almost caused him to finish right there. He fucking loved it when you would voluntarily clench around him. Your pussy was so pretty and perfect. It was molded just for him and only him. It made him ecstatic knowing that only he was able to have you like this under him – to be able to give you all the pleasure you deserved. 

His hands grip your hips, his knuckles turning white from how tight he was holding you. It was certain you would have marks the following morning.

“Taking my cock like a good girl.”

Your moans sound like music to his ears. To him, you were the most beautiful thing in the world. Your naked body was on display for him – only him. Your curves and other assets on you only enhanced your beauty. 

Kunigami was big. Every time he put you on this bed and had his way with you, it always caught you by surprise at the first thrust of his hips. You could never forget that feeling and the same gasps you both let out.

The way his cock dragged inside your walls, in and out at a fast pace had you uttering obscenities and the male above you could only chuckle at your lack of words. Your nails dig into his forearms, your lips in a small ‘o’ shape, and tears well up in your eyes. His orbs gleam at the expression on your face.

“P-Please!”

“Please what baby?”

“C-Cum in me!” you gasp, feeling the muscles in your abdomen contract.

Hearing those words escape your lips set off something within him. The thought of him breeding you and you walking around with a round belly and knocked up with his baby is enough to let him go. He never thought he would get this turned on by you saying that but fuck, he loved it. 

“Fuck you’re perfect.”

His lips capture yours in a rough kiss as he lowers himself closer to you, feeling your nipples brush against his chest.

“Gonna breed you,” he grunts in your ear, the pace of his thrust fastening as he gets closer to his end. “Gonna fill you up so much, and even after that. You want me to fill this pretty pussy up over and over?”

“Fuck– yes!”

“Gonna show everyone you’re mine, and only mine.”

[rhettabbotts]

happy birthday, mr. president - bob floyd

pairing: president!bob floyd x wife!reader

summary: after a hard week, the last thing bob wanted to do was attend his birthday party. so instead, he plays out one of his biggest fantasies with you.

w/c: 2.4k

warnings: 18+ only. SMUT. bob eating you out in the oval office. slight bondage. slight degradation. dirty talk. mention of cameras. edging. p in v. unprotected sex. breeding kink. riding. title kink? (calling bob mr. president). drinking.

a/n: brought to you by me rewatching scandal and losing my mind. also haven’t stopped thinking about @therebeccaw’s beautiful president bob moodboard <3 also for @lt-bradshaw! thanks for bringing up president bob on the dash last night.

Bob hated parties. No matter how many balls and galas he attended, it never got any easier. He fussed with his bow tie for the umpteenth time before finally giving up, letting out a huff of frustration as he buttoned his cufflinks. 

His head snapped up at the sound of the bathroom door opening and the sight before him made him weak in the knees. You floated into the room with such grace, completely ignoring the gobsmacked look on his face. You fiddled with the back of your diamond earring, struggling to fasten it in place. 

“Baby, can you zip me up the rest of the way?” You asked nonchalantly. You moved to stand in front of him, finally catching his cobalt eyes in the cheval mirror. 

“You look beautiful,” Bob professed. His hands curved around your front to rest on your stomach, pulling you tight against him. His eyes darkened as they traveled over your body, lingering on the way the bodice hugged your breasts, pushing them up enticingly. “How am I supposed to make it through the night with you looking like this?”

“You’ll live. Now, zip me up so I can fix your tie.” 

His bottom lip jutted out slightly in a pout, causing you to playfully roll your eyes. As he moved the zipper up the last couple of inches you couldn’t reach, he pressed a kiss to the top of your spine. 

“Do we really have to go?” Bob questioned as he rested his chin on your shoulder. One hand moved back around to your front, sliding up your chest and groping you through your dress. 

“It’s your birthday. You can’t miss it. Behave, Bobby. You’ll have me all to yourself this weekend when we go to Camp David,” you asserted. “It’s just for a couple of hours. You’ll survive.”

“Highly unlikely,” he muttered as you busied yourself with his tie. You had it knotted in no time, looking pleased with your work. 

“There. All done,” you said, patting his chest before turning away. He caught your wrist, tugging you back to him swiftly. He looked down the bridge of his nose at you, eyes squinting in the way they did when you defied him. A challenging look that made you burn with desire. 

“Can we do that thing we talked about a few weeks ago?” He spoke quietly. Between the grip he had on your arm and the way he was looking at you, you were ready to say screw the party and tear his shirt buttons off with your teeth. But you knew you couldn’t do that. You didn’t get the luxury of skipping out on these things anymore. 

“The thing…”

“It is my birthday, you know,” he quipped, the corner of his thin lips twitching up into a devilish smirk. You were about to respond when Charlie knocked on the door, letting you know guests had begun to arrive. 

“Mr. President. Ma’am. We’re ready whenever you are.”

Bob dropped your wrist, linking your fingers together and squeezing your hand once. He let go to slide on his suit jacket and you brushed out any wrinkles that appeared, straightening the pin he wore on his lapel. He took a deep breath in and exhaled slowly, craning his neck from side to side. 

“C’mon, darling. Let’s get this over with.”

You slid your arm through Bob’s, holding on tightly as you walked through the corridors of the White House. You knew he still got nervous being around so many people. But he never let it show. He was poised, a true leader. The road to the White House was not easy but you believed he was doing what he was always meant to do. Be who he was always meant to be. It made your heart swell with pride to see your husband succeed. 

“Quit starin’,” Bob muttered, sneaking a glance at you. You pinched his arm in response. 

As the doors opened to the East Room, applause erupted and you felt Bob tense ever so slightly. He was whisked away by a few senators, a champagne flute placed in his hand as they tried to schmooze him into passing their bill. He looked over his shoulder apologetically and you waved him off. You knew how these things went. You’d find your way back to him eventually. 

It took exactly forty-five minutes before Josh, Bob’s chief of staff, came up to you. He pulled you aside and leaned in to whisper in your ear.

“We’ve lost him.”

You tried to bite back a smile, surprised he lasted as long as he did. 

“I know where he is. Thank you, Josh. Do me a favor… keep the West Wing off limits.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows at you. 

You wandered through the long hallways, taking your heels off halfway to the Oval Office. For the duration of the walk, you considered what Bob had asked for earlier in the night. He had mentioned that he wanted to try something different. You had discussed everything beforehand so you knew exactly what would play out. 

You would stumble into his office, he would take you over the desk. He’d be trying his best to avoid the cameras, but if you didn’t… The thought of sneaking around, the thrill of potentially being caught, it turned you on tremendously - and Bob knew that.

There was a soft glow coming from the large room as you entered through the side door. Bob was sitting in his leather chair, feet propped up on the cherry wood desk. He was nursing a glass of scotch, the amber liquid swirling around in the crystal as he finished his sip. His tongue darted out to catch a rogue droplet from the corner of his mouth. He looked so powerful sitting behind that desk. He could bring the whole world to their knees if he just asked. 

“Good evening, sir,” you said meekly. Even after a year in the White House, it still made you nervous coming into the Oval Office. Bob’s neck craned towards you and there was a lazy smile on his face. The lamp cast shadows over his face. From where you stood, you could see the sliver of grays at his temple. They started appearing more and more as the days went on, much to Bob’s dismay. Stress, you would inform him at the end of a long day.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he slurred. He straightened himself in the chair, setting his feet on the floor before standing. Your heart pounded against your ribcage as his dark eyes devoured you without saying a word. 

“I’ve been looking for you. You promised me a dance.” Your husband hummed, taking one last swig of his liquor before rounding the desk. His tie was hanging loose around his neck, the top two buttons of his crisp white shirt undone. 

Your mind ran wild with salacious thoughts as he unbuttoned the cufflinks. The slight clatter of them being haphazardly set aside was the only noise that filled the room. He rolled up his sleeves messily, veiny forearms being put on display. Your mouth dried up looking at his hands, wishing they would reach out and touch you already. 

Bob walked slowly towards you, pinning you in place with his gaze. 

“Mr. President,” you breathed. 

“I like it when you call me that,” he indicated. “Say it again.”

“Mr. President,” you purred this time. He circled you, stopping behind you like he had earlier in your room. “We shouldn’t-“

“I think we should. I think it’d be a wonderful idea.”

“But the cameras…”

“Let them watch,” he muttered in your ear. “Let them see you beg your president to let you cum.”

You whimpered at his words, pressing back into his warm body. You were already begging, a silent plea for him to take you. He wasn’t going to give in to you that easily.

Bob started shuffling the both of you towards the desk, pressing you forward until the edge dug into the tops of your thighs. You could feel how hard he was in his slacks. You knew he needed this. It had been a hellish week and he spent his birthday in meeting after meeting, leaving no time to see each other until you were crawling into bed. 

His strong hands gripped your hips and spun you around to face him. His expression was devious, you knew what his plan was. He whipped the tie from his collar and you obediently held your wrists out. 

“Good girl,” he said, pressing a searing kiss to your lips. As he pulled away, you chuckled softly. A smudge of red lipstick adorned his mouth. 

“I think you just like me tying your ties, mister,” you said. Bob had expertly knotted your wrists together with the black satin material. His response was a cheeky grin and a shrug of his shoulders. 

Maneuvering you onto the wooden surface was a small feat, he manhandled you with such ease it made your head spin. Papers scattered everywhere as he shoved them aside. He pressed against your sternum until you were flat on your back, bound wrists dangling above your head. 

He made slow work of kissing down your body, mouthing at your cleavage. Sucking small love bites into the tops of your breasts. He dropped to his knees with no preamble, diving under your dress and moving up until he landed between your thighs. He pulled your lace panties to the side and buried his face into your soaked cunt. 

The first flick of his tongue against your clit caused your hips to buck and your mouth to fall open. Bob knew how to eat you out like no other. He sucked and licked and nipped against your most sensitive parts until you were a quivering mess. 

Your mind wandered back to your previous thought about how he could bring the world to its knees. And yet here he was, the most powerful man, on his knees for you. It made your breath hitch and your thighs shake. His wanton moans vibrated through your entire body. You couldn’t see him, not with the way he had his head shoved under the skirt of your dress, but you felt every move he made. Every shake of his head, every indention his fingertips were leaving. 

You were babbling nonsense. You weren’t even sure if it was words. Variations of ‘Bob’ and ‘Sir’ and ‘Mr. President’ spilled from your lips and it seemed to make Bob that much hungrier. 

“Bobby, please. Please, I’m so close. I’m so-“

And then he stopped. 

He pulled away so quickly your hips chased his mouth and you whined desperately. His hair was a mess, loose curls that were once slicked back flopped onto his forehead. His cheeks were flushed, his lips wet with your desire. 

“You bastard,” you mumbled, trying to steady your breathing. You had been right on the edge. But you knew that’s what he wanted. You knew what he had in store. 

He said nothing as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He said nothing as he moved you off the desk and around the back of it. He said nothing as he nearly broke the zipper on your gown, practically tearing it off of you. A small pleased noise escaped him as you stood before him in your underwear, wrists tied and breasts on full display. 

“Such a dirty slut, aren’t you? Letting me take you in here where anyone could walk in. You like that though, don’t you? Yeah, I know you do.”

He moved to sit once more in his chair, thighs spreading wide as he palmed over his cock. A whimper caught in your throat when he pulled himself out. You’ve said it a million times before but Bob Floyd had a pretty dick. And you would never tire of the sight.

“Want you to ride my cock, pretty girl.”

Bob pulled you into his lap and onto his cock without much warning. The stretch never failed to make you gasp, no matter how many times it had been. He settled you until he was to the hilt, full of him. He reached down to untie your wrists and you tangled your fingers through his hair instantly. 

You couldn’t move much on your own so Bob took matters into his own hands and bounced you. Hands holding your hips tight enough you were sure there would be bruises by tomorrow. It was quick and messy, your thighs were burning and you couldn’t hold back your moans. 

“Gonna fill you up. Gonna finally make you a momma. We'll have little babies running around this place before you know it. Fuck, sweetheart. I’m the luckiest man alive,” Bob rambled. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed throughout the room and you silently prayed Josh listened to you before. 

Your nails clawed at the part of Bob’s chest that was exposed, slipping your hand inside the half buttoned shirt to scrape against his nipple. It caused his eyes to roll back and his hips to stutter. 

“Moan for me, Bobby.” He did. Loud and unabashedly. 

The fast rhythm had both of you close in no time. His mouth attached to your breasts once more and that was it for you. You clenched around him tightly, throwing your head back and nearly screaming as he continued the brutal pace into you. It took him a few more thrusts before he was releasing inside of you, filling you full of him. 

You slumped against his chest, hot breath washing over his damp skin as he rubbed up and down your spine. 

“I can’t believe we just defiled the Oval Office. We could be arrested,” you joked. 

“Not the first time,” Bob said. “Thank you for indulging me, honey. I love you to the moon and stars.”

“Happy birthday, Mr. President,” you giggled. A weak groan tumbled from his lips as his dick twitched inside of you. 

“Don’t do that to me right now.”

“Is that an order?” You challenged, rolling your hips teasingly. 

“You little brat,” he muttered against your lips, picking you up and walking you over to one of the couches. It was a long and glorious night. 

Several weeks later you stood in the en suite bathroom, with four positive pregnancy tests sitting on the counter. You couldn’t stop yourself from getting tickled. 

[hanluex]

Something really really painful sad with dick Grayson but happy ending

♡ I’M SORRY — DICK GRAYSON

bf!dick x fem!reader | wc : 0.7k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, angst, established relationship, mentions of an accident, mentions of blood, crying | request : um i mayhaps have forgotten the happy ending part, so a part two soon hopefully 😭

“wow, this is all your fault. i can’t believe you, y/n.”

dick grayson mumbled under his breath playfully, enjoying the disgruntled expression on your face.

“babe, i said i’m sorry!” you whined, pouting as you grabbed your boyfriend’s arm. “honest mistake, my bad.”

the two of you were invited to a charity ball, and you hadn’t realized you left the invitation back home until you were at the venue.

fortunately, you were a couple of blocks away from your apartment, which was why you two were walking back, with dick grumbling the whole way.

“we should’ve taken the car. i told you we should, but no!” dick stifled his smile, looking away so you couldn’t see his façade. “you insisted we walk. who even walks to a charity event?!”

you frowned, disheartened. “i’m sorry, babe. i didn’t think taking the car was necessary,” you confessed sincerely.

dick smiled, unable to keep up with his charade any longer. “i was just joking, love. gosh, you are so fun to play around with,” he stated, chuckling at your look of betrayal.

“you are such an idiot. i hate you!”

“now, you better take that back because we both know that’s a lie.”

you fastened your pace, walking away from the brunet. "nope, i'm being very honest." you laughed, amused by his reaction.

"y/n, come here!" dick called, chuckling as he followed you. "babe!"

the traffic lights turned red, causing the cars to come to a stop. you continued teasing your boyfriend as you crossed the road, sticking your tongue out in a mocking manner.

dick laughed as you did a little dance in the middle of the road, amused at the extent you went to make him laugh.

a loud zoom made the brunet freeze in his place, watching as an oncoming bike increased its speed despite the red light.

just as he opened his mouth to warn you, his gaze was filled with the slow motion image of the bike hitting you, your body being thrown a few feet away at the impact.

fuck, fuck, fuck. no, please, no. fuck, no.

"y/n!" dick yelled, his heart beating harshly against his chest as he ran towards you.

his breath quickened as he saw the blood, shakily taking out his phone as he kneeled next to your half-conscious body.

"i called for help. they said they'll be here in ten minutes."

the phone fell out of his hands, immediately reaching out to hold you in his arms as tears filled his vision.

"oh, baby." he touched your face gently, hot tears falling from his face to yours. "no, please."

you blinked softly, in a dazed state. "dick?" you called out, causing the brunet to nod in reply, more tears falling down his face.

"you have t-to talk to m-me, babe. how e-else am i g-going to stay a-awake?"

"i c-can't." dick cried harder, feeling your hands on his face. "i'm so sorry."

"richard, t-take … take a deep breath, p-please. calm down, o-okay?"

"how can i stay calm? y-you are … you—"

you felt lightheaded. "i'm sorry," you apologized, wiping away his tears. "i got blood all over you," you added.

"is that what you are worried about?!"

"i know this is your favorite suit."

despite your attempt at a joke, dick cried harder, feeling worse as he was supposed to be the one to console you.

yet here you were, lying in a pool of your own blood, still having time to make lighthearted jokes about the situation.

dick grayson ignored your words as you assured him you were fine, rambling away about anything and everything under the sun.

he didn't even know what language he was speaking in, let alone what he spoke about. he just rambled, hoping you'd stay awake until the ambulance came.

"i l-like this view." you interrupted his chattering, smiling through the pain. "r-really good an-angle of y-you."

"not the time, y/n."

you heaved a breath as you reached out to hold your boyfriend's hands, groaning quietly as the pain became unbearable.

"does it hurt bad?" dick asked softly. "is there anything i can do for you?"

you took a deep breath, wincing. "i-if i don't m-make it, i h-hope you know how much … m-much i love you. and if p-possible, look out for jay b-because—"

"no! don't give me this 'last word' talk." dick shook his head. "you'll be fine, and you will be the one to look out for jay because he'll listen to no one except you, and only you can handle him."

"babe, please—"

"no, just no. i will not let you leave me. if you even think about dying, i'm going to kill you."

"i love you, richard grayson. so fucking much, i do."

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[her-power]

The End of All Things (Part Three: e.m. x fem reader)

TRIGGER WARNING & C/W: 18++++ MDNI! Again, Mama is serious! Sweet! Semi-dom! Eddie, hurt/comfort, grief, talk of grief, lots of fluff, smuuuuuut, unprotected p in v, fingering (f receiving) butt play (m + f receiving), oral (f + m receiving), mild choking, trauma, handling of deceased persons remains, talk of death.

Part One: Denial Part Two: Anger

Summary: Road trips, sex, love, and tears. Part One has the main plot summary of this story.

Word Count: 15k

A/N: I will be writing Parts 4 & 5 back to back so you will have a double feature. This holiday season has already been crazy so I'll leave you with this. I hope you enjoy it, again thank you for the constant support! Writing has been one of my loves for twenty years and the fact that I get to share my work with you makes my heart soar. I love you guys, Happy Holidays and be safe. Also, if you are actively grieving like me during this holiday season (going on year 17 for me) just remember that it's okay to feel all the things, and okay not to feel the things. It can be a happy, sad, weird, frustrating, funny, awkward, normal day. Just know I see you.

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The rain pitter patters against your windowsill, the lightning flashes and thunder rumbles in the distance. It had woken you up before your nightmares could; Eddie had his arm wrapped protectively around your waist. The two of you had fallen asleep talking, still in your clothes from the day before. You carefully move his arm, gently placing the covers over his form and crawl off the bed. You almost trip over your opened suitcase and curse under your breath, steadying yourself by the wall. The two of you were leaving for your road trip to Boston in two days; it had been a week since the funeral and your mother’s ashes were finally in your home. The funeral home had made small urns for your father and Jimmy, the designs of the vines and flowers were beautiful, and Jimmy had cried when you gave it to him. 

You had a sterling silver Celtic knot ring made for yourself with her ashes in it, and had one made for Eddie with a skull ring. You planned on surprising him with it on the trip. The box of your mother’s remains looked like it should hold tea bags, it was hard cardboard, with a small lock fastened in the middle.

Pouring yourself a glass of water from the kitchen, you realize you still had so much to do. You had to map out where you were going, what roads to take, what not to take. You had to make sure you kept your father’s credit card safe when checking into the hotel. You told him you were fine with staying at a motel because it was the cheapest, but he wouldn’t have it and wanted you two to either stay at the Lenox Hotel or the Beacon. 

You didn’t argue any further, you knew that your father wanted this trip to be somewhat memorable. He still wasn’t thrilled about you sharing a hotel room with Eddie alone, but you assured him you would get double beds and that seemed to ease his panic. However, you weren’t going to be doing that. The trip itself would take fourteen hours there and back; you planned on stopping halfway in Pennsylvania to rest. You would have to get a motel at that point, but you left that information out for the sake of your father’s panic. Maybe a bed and breakfast if you were lucky. 

You rinse the glass out and rest it on the drying rack, you turn and yelp as thunder booms above your head, and lightning flashes. Eddie was standing in the doorway of the kitchen, in the dark. You flick the light on, and he squints. 

“Fuck, Eddie! You scared the shit out of me!” You hold your hand to your heart, letting out a laugh.

He chuckles tiredly. “I’m sorry, I thought I made noise.” He comes toward you, gently kissing your cheek. “What are you doing up?” 

“The storm.” You say and watch as he pours himself some water into the glass you used. He sips it and then chugs it down. “It’s loud.” 

He turns to you, raising his eyebrow. “You sure it was the storm?” He stretches his arms above his head, his shirt raising, exposing his tummy.

You sigh, giving him an eye roll and smile. “Yes, I had a nightmare, but it didn’t wake me up.” 

“Wake me up next time.” He tells you, taking you by the waist and kissing your lips gently.

“You’re just as tired as I am, I wanted to let you sleep.” You tell him, playing with the hem of his shirt. 

“Sweetheart, don’t worry about me.” He tells you gently. “I’m a vampire at heart, you know that.” 

You roll your eyes, and he laughs, pressing his lips to yours again. He deepens the kiss, gripping your waist, and you pull away with a soft moan. 

“Don’t do that.” You tell him breathlessly. 

He smirks. “Don’t do what?” He gently kisses your neck, and you pull away again.

“My dad’s room is right upstairs. You’re not exactly quiet.” Your father had mentioned earlier in the night he was taking a sleeping pill, but you still wanted to be respectful and didn’t want him dying of a stroke because of the “Munson boy”. 

He laughs. “Okay, okay, I’ll stop. Let’s go back to bed.” 

You flick the kitchen light off and squeal when he smacks your ass, tickling your sides and you suppress your laughter. “Eddie, stop!” You half whisper. He picks you up by the waist and awkwardly carries you to the bedroom. You laugh, squealing with delight as he brings you into your room. 

“You’re such an asshole!” You yell at him when he puts you down onto your bed, a big grin plastered on his face, and he shuts the door. The light from your nightstand was soft, gave the room a candlelit feel.

He puts his ring clad finger to his lips, “Shhh, don’t want to wake your dad.” A familiar look passes his gaze, and you stare at him, shaking your head from side to side. You try to suppress your laughter as he crawls on the bed, and hovers above you, he starts tickling your ribs. You laugh loudly and he covers your mouth, giggling. 

“Shhhh.” He tells you, bringing his lips to your neck. 

“Eddie…” Your voice is muffled against his hand. He brings his finger to his lips again and smirks, trailing his finger down the center of your chest, down to your navel, and gently caresses the soft skin above your hip. You let out a soft moan and he grins at you. 

“Let’s see how quiet you can be.” He says, scooting himself down towards your waist, gazing up at you with those big brown eyes. You angle your hips at his words, and he releases his hand from your mouth. 

“Don’t you dare.” You tell him breathlessly. 

He smirks at you, leaning down, kissing the skin around your belly button softly. You close your eyes and sigh, his grazes his teeth along your underwear line and you arch your hips. He leans up on his heels, pulling down your underwear, lifting your leg to his shoulder to take them all the way off. You smile at him, shaking your head at his ballsy attitude. 

He leans over you and presses his lips to yours; his tongue begs for entrance, and you open your mouth. He smiles against your lips, pulling away, gently caressing your cheek, your lips. His two fingers go into your mouth, and you suck gently, he stares at you as your tongue swirls around his and he groans softly, your cunt aches at that very sound. He pulls them away, kissing you again before leaning back on his heels. He stares at your face, his eyes dilating as you bite your lip. His runs his finger over your clit delicately, and a gasp escapes you. He smiles big, you put your hand over your mouth, and he groans at how wet you were. He slides two fingers into you, and you arch your back, a muffled moan escaping you. He gently moves them in and out, curling them inside you, hitting that spongey spot. Your hand falls away from your face and you grip the bed beneath you, attempting to keep your mouth closed, breathing through your nose as the pleasure coursed through your veins. He thumbs your clit, pressing down lightly and you grip at his other forearm. 

Attempting to be quiet was impossible, and you didn’t think you had it in you to suppress the moan that was building in your chest. He crawls up your form, his fingers still deep inside you. 

“Eddie…” You whisper breathlessly. 

He kisses your lips, pushing his fingers deeper and you moan against his mouth. He smiles against your lips, pulls his fingers slowly out of you and slams them in you harder. A moan escapes you and you bite your lip hard. His other hand goes over your mouth, and you whimper against his palm. He watches his fingers go in and out of you, pushing himself against you and you can feel his cock through his jeans. He tightens his hold on your mouth as another moan rips through you. He thumbs at your clit, pushing down on the little bundle of nerves and your back arches. The pressure in your belly was building, and he could feel you clench around his fingers, making him go faster. You grip at his shirt, squirming underneath him, whimpering and moaning against his palm. The sounds of the wetness coming from your cunt as he slammed his fingers in and out of you echo in your bedroom. He breathes heavy, watching you arch your hips as a gasp escapes your lungs. Your whole body shook, the tingles started from your head to your toes as your pussy clenches around his fingers and you cum. It was so hard for you not to scream but you held it in, your body the only thing physically reacting to the pleasure. He continues finger fucking you as you cum and swallows back a moan. Your feel your nipples perk up through your shirt as another wave of the orgasm flows through you and he pulls his fingers gently out of you, your body twitches and you inhale deeply as he removes his hand from your mouth. 

You look up at him and narrowing your eyes. He looks almost scared, and you give him a cunning smile. You grip the back of his head, your fingers tangle in his hair and you press your mouth to his. You push your tongue into his mouth, and he groans softly when you pull away biting his lip. You flip him on his back, kissing him again and his calloused fingers grip your ass, you grind against him. You sit up straddling him and pull your shirt over your head and his hand reaches up, cupping both your breasts, squeezing and pinching your nipples. His face was flushed, and his eyes wide. You bend yourself towards his mouth, teasing him with your lips. 

“Now it’s your turn to be quiet.” 

He swallows hard, and smirks at you. 

“I’m up for the challenge.” 

“I don’t think you are.” You tell him, kissing him once more, scooting backwards, pulling his jeans down with you. He arches his hips to help you, and you throw them to the floor. His cock springs up and you take him in your hands and stroke him gently.  He leans up on his elbows watching you as you kiss his hip bone, running your tongue along his pelvis. He grabs a fistful of your hair, moving it away from your face and he stares at you as your tongue runs over his cock. You feel him twitch; his head falls back, and a soft sigh escapes his lips. You take him all in until you feel him in the back of your throat, cupping his balls and squeezing. A groan escapes him, and you gaze up at him, he’s panting and smiling at you. His eyes half lidded, tugging at your hair. You push him down by his thighs and his head falls back against the pillow, suppressing a moan. You run your tongue from the base of his balls all the way up his shaft and to the tip. You suck hard, licking and sucking your way back to his balls. He trembles beneath you, and a curious thought overcomes you. 

You kiss his taint, gently running your tongue along the sensitive area and he whips his head up to look at you. You open your mouth wider, moving your tongue lower until it’s touching the entrance of his hole, he was so clean. 

“Ohhh?” He whispers and you flick your tongue out, his head falls back. “Ohh…okay…not fair…unnnghh fuh-fuck…”

You lick from his asshole up to his balls, and lick your finger, sucking on it. You meet his eyes, and you can see the pre cum spilling out of his cock as you run your finger over the opening of his hole. He shudders, a groan escaping, and he moans your name as you push your finger gently inside him. He was obviously so tight, and your cunt clenched at this sense of control you had over him with this split-second decision. 

The sudden pressure, the little pain he felt as you moved your digit in and out of him, was so new, he didn’t know how to handle it, so he moans, loud. He slaps his hand over his mouth and fists the blanket beneath him, arching his back as he feels your finger hit his prostate. You take him in your mouth again, sucking hard and drooling all over him as you continued to pump your finger in and out. He tries to lean up on his elbows but another wave of pleasure flows out through his belly and his head falls back the pillow with a plop. He pulls your hair hard, helping you bob your head up and down and you moan against his cock, your cunt getting wetter, enjoying every second of what you were doing to him. 

“Fuuuuck, holy shit, holy shit.” He moans out, your finger angles inside him at the right spot and you moan, sucking him harder, slamming your finger into his spot. He holds your hair; a throaty gasp escapes him, and you feel him twitch in your mouth. “Ohhh fuck, baby. Oh my…I’m gonna cum.” 

You pull your mouth off of his cock with a pop. “Cum in my mouth baby, wanna taste you.” 

His eyes roll back in his head as you throat him all the way again, your finger pumping in and out. He puts his hand over his mouth, his back arches. His groans, whimpers and throaty gasps are muffled by his palm as he cums in your mouth. You suck him hard, letting the warm liquid flow down your throat as his back arches and he heavily breathes through his nose. You swallow the rest of him, gently pulling out your finger and lifting your face from his cock. You crawl up on the bed, leaning up on your elbows, caressing his flushed face, leaving sweet kisses on his cheek and jaw. His eyes were closed, and his chest heaved in scattered breaths. 

“You…” He catches his breath. “Why did you…how did you…what the fuck was that?”

You laugh, shrugging and he meets your eyes. “Looks like you’re the loser in this game. You couldn’t stay quiet.” You kiss his lips gently. 

He weakly cups your face, turning on his side, gazing up at you with an awe struck, completely fucked out face, and swallows hard. “I have you all to myself for almost thirty…thirty hours on the road. Three days in a hotel room…you just started a war.”

You smile against his lips. “A war that I’ve already won.”  

“That was pure luck, doll.” He kisses you hungrily, tasting himself, pinching your nipple hard and you moan. “Now you’ve really brought the freak out of me.” 

Your father helps you and Eddie pack up the trunk of the Land Cruiser. He decided last minute that he didn’t think your little escort would be safe enough to drive halfway across the country. The Land Cruiser was fairly new, it had air conditioning, and it was roomy, plus brand-new tires that your mother had gifted him for his birthday. You had wrapped your mother’s box of remains in a scarf, placed it in a container and stuffed it with newspaper, tucking it in a snug corner of the trunk, making sure that it was secure. 

“You call me when you get to the first rest stop, I don’t care what time it is.” He tells you, pulling you in for a hug. Your mother’s wedding ring glistened around the chain on his neck, and that dull ache in your chest returns. You nod and step back from him. He glances at Eddie and claps his shoulder. 

“I’m trusting you, Munson.” 

“Have I ever let you down?” Eddie smirks at him and your father gives him the ‘don’t test me’ face but smiles. Eddie plops in the driver seat, and you blow your father a kiss. He tells you both to be safe, reminding you to call and Eddie sets off down the road. You kick your sandals off, and bring your legs up in a criss cross, resting a book on your lap. Eddie lights up a cigarette and places a tape in the cassette player, the opening of Ride the lighting comes over the speakers and you tap your fingers against your knee to the music. The map laid folded in the back seat, not needing it until you got to I-90, which would take about an hour and a half into the trip. 

When you got bored of your book, you toss it in the backseat and stretch your arms over your head. The interstate would be approaching soon you realize, you must’ve really been invested in your book. You glance over at Eddie, his aviators covered his eyes, his hair danced with the wind. His fingers were thrumming on the steering wheel to the music that played. His Master of Puppets shirt was torn at the collar, exposing parts of his chest and there were some tears at the bottom of his stomach. You run your hand gently over his tattooed arm and he smiles over at you. His eyes catch the large silver Celtic knot ring on your pointer finger, and he slows down at a red light, studying it with his hands. 

“This is beautiful.” He says, lifting his sunglasses to see better. 

“Mom’s in there.” You tell him with a smile. 

“What? Really?” He lifts your hand, smiling sweetly. “How?” 

“Magic.” You tell him, kissing the top of his hand. He smiles at you, entwining your fingers as the light turns to green. 

Signs for I-90 were appearing on the side of the road, and you lift from the seat to grab the map from the back. You open it up, accidentally slapping Eddie in the face with it. “Shit, I’m sorry!” You laugh and he pushes it down to look at you. 

“I don’t think you need to open it up that wide…” You flatten it out and a corner of it smacks him again. “Jesus!” 

You couldn’t stop laughing as you trying to make the directions on the map, tears blurring your vision as you tried to focus. 

“Okay, okay, once we’re on I-90 we’re on the stretch of road for 50 miles until we get to Ohio. Then once we’re in Ohio, we…oh, cool. We end up cutting through a rural area that screams Texas chainsaw and we’re on that part of the I-90 for…250 miles?! We’re only cutting through a tiny part of Pennsylvania and the rest of the way is through upstate New York.” You study the map. “But if we only cut through Pennsylvania, we’ll see the Appalachian Mountains and potentially find a bed and breakfast to sleep.” 

“I like the bed and breakfast idea.” He says with a grin. “How much more time does that add?” 

“I don’t know, another hour or two?” 

“I’m fine with that.” He says with a smile. 

You fold up the map and drop it at your feet, the morning sun was hot, and you were kicking yourself for wearing jeans. The air conditioning wasn’t helping much, and Eddie notices your discomfort. 

You decided to play a game, you were in a war after all. You glance over at him, smirking. You waited until he turned onto I-90, where it was just you two and a stretch of road and a handful of cars. You angle the seat back, snapping the button of your jeans. You angle your hips, pulling them off and you sign at how much cooler you felt. The air conditioner blew nicely on your legs and Eddie glances over at you. 

“Feel better?” He chuckles.

You drape your arm above your head, angling your knee so it rests against the door panel. You wore black lace underwear and when Eddie noticed he had to do a double take. You run your hand along your stomach, delicately caressing the skin as you look out the window. The tips of your fingers dance gently on your inner thighs, and you let out a sigh when you move your palm over the fabric of your underwear, tickling your clit. 

You hear him sigh and look at his face. His eyes were fixed on the road, his hands a white-knuckle grip on the steering wheel and you watch his throat bob. You move your hand into your underwear and arch your back, a soft moan escaping you as your fingers dance around your clit. You thought of him fucking you in the shower that day. His hand gently squeezing your throat as he slammed his cock into you. 

Eddie says your name and you smirk. “What?” You take your hand out of your underwear. “Something wrong?” 

He smiles, biting the inside of his cheek. “Nope, keep going if you must.” 

You sit up straighter, angling your seat up. “Nah, gives you something to think about.” 

You lean in the back, your ass inches from his face and he shakes his head, you were teasing him, and it was difficult to not give in, pull the car into the next rest stop and fuck you against the hood. He settles for cupping his hand on your inner thigh, leaning over to bite the skin on your ass. You yelp, pulling a pair of black spandex shorts out of your backpack and laughing. You pull on the shorts, go in the glove box and pull out a rolled joint. Eddie hands you a lighter and you spark it up, inhaling deeply and holding it low because there was traffic up ahead. You cough, passing it to Eddie and he takes it from you. The beginning of Don’t Stop Me Now by Queen came through the speakers, and you squeal, turning it up. You start singing along and Eddie laughs as you dance in your seat. Exaggerating your movements and serenading him as you inhale another hit from the joint, he laughed hard, the smoke comes out of his lungs and he coughs, feeling the ecstasy from the drug coursing through him. You continue your performance, and accidentally knock the joint out of your hand and it falls behind your back, burning you. 

“Ah!” You scream, arching your hips and feel it burn your butt. “Ah! Ow! Fuck! Hahaha!” 

Eddie covers his mouth, his shoulders shaking with uncontrollable laughter as you find the joint and throw it out the window. 

You look at Eddie with wide eyes. “How did that even happen?!” Eddie inches forward in the traffic, holding his stomach wiping the tears from his eyes. 

The traffic let up after a half hour and you are cruising down the open road. The two of you were overwhelmingly stoned. 

“I’m just saying, if we really stop and think about it, it will benefit the entire planet.” You tell him. 

“What are you talking about?” He looks at you with raised eyebrows. 

You laugh. “I have no idea.” 

He pulls onto a rest area that has a McDonald’s, you perk up excitedly, not realizing how hungry you were. The two of you order your food and sit on the bumper with the trunk open. You had called your father from the payphone outside and would let him know when you got to a spot in Pennsylvania to rest. 

“Thought of the day.” You say, dipping your French fry in the vanilla milkshake, and you don’t speak. He glances at you, smiling and sipping his soda. 

“Go on.” He waves his hand in front of him, and you laugh, almost forgetting what you wanted to tell him. 

“What if there’s like…some other dimension. A dimension that is exactly like where we live but, different. Everything is the same but it’s scary. Everything is dark. There are these weird monster things that look like dogs, or bats, and they are being controlled by something that used to be human that wants to destroy the world.” You’re not sure if you took a breath, and you look up at Eddie. 

Eddie stares at you with his mouth agape, mid bite with his burger. “Dude. How high are you?” 

“Fine, how are you?”

A laugh raspberries out of you and you cackle loudly. You keel over holding your stomach while Eddie walks away from you because he was too high, and his own laughing was starting to give him a panic attack. He comes back to the trunk and you’re still laughing, you look up to stare at his face and laugh harder, your body falling into his, your stomach hurting. 

He hugs your waist, and giggles. “We probably should’ve waited before we smoked. We still got a long way to go until we’re in Pennsylvania.” 

You peek at the watch around his wrist, it was 1:30pm. You had been on the road for only four hours. Grabbing the map from the front seat, you open it on the hood and Eddie leans over you to gaze at the map with you. You move your finger, following the trail that led to Pennsylvania. 

“If traffic works with us, we should be there before midnight and hopefully we can find a place to rest and shower.” You look up at him with a smile and he smiles sweetly back at you. Your eyes dart to his lips, his eyes. “We should probably get a few coffees for the road.” 

“As you wish, milady.” He says, nudging you with his shoulder and walks into the mini mart that was next to the McDonald’s. You smile, watching him walk away. You sit back down on bumper, your eyes darting to the spot where your mother’s remains were protectively sitting. You still hadn’t told you father or Eddie what you knew about her health. You were still trying to process it, trying to understand why she would keep that ailment from you, why your father would keep it from you.  There was no way he wouldn’t have known, he was there at the hospital when she died, he knew her medical history. It confused you because you read an article that adults can live a long time with congestive heart failure, why was your mother any different? 

A sharp pain hit your heart and you gasp, closing your eyes tightly. You wondered if you had it too, if your death was written in the stars before you turned fifty. You had a while to go, but anything was possible. You shut the trunk, inhaling through your nose and out your mouth. You thought of Eddie if you died. What would he do? Would you be married at that point? Would you have children? Would he have to do the same thing your father did and break the news to his child in person that their mother was dead? Would there be a way to prevent your death? 

You couldn’t fathom the idea of losing Eddie, but the idea of you dying didn’t hurt as much, it just made you wonder. If you could, you would trade places with your mother. 

Eddie returns with coffees in hand, and you pull yourself together, smiling as he hands you the cup. His eyes scan your face, and he cups your cheek. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing.” You smile at him. 

“Don’t lie.” His thumb grazes your cheek. 

“It’s nothing.” You tap his cheek. “I promise.” 

He squints his eyes, not believing you. You sigh, laughing and kissing his lips quickly. “I’m fine baby. Come on, I’m driving.” 

You pull away from him and he stands there watching you, he sighs and nods, following you to the car. Being a bit tall yourself, you didn’t have to adjust the seat much as you got in. He knew you were lying, but he didn’t say anything. He knew you long enough to never push you, the more people push, the more you disappear. 

You pull onto the interstate and accelerate speed. Eddie pulls his composition notebook from the back. The pages were frayed, the binding was bent and there were scribbles all over the front. He lights up a cigarette, letting it dangle out of his mouth, getting a ball point pen out of his pocket. He lays the notebook on the dashboard, inhaling on the cigarette with his lips and letting the smoke billow from his nostrils as he writes on the pages. His face is deep in concentration, and you wondered how you got so lucky to have him be yours. After all this time, for so many years you both fought your feelings for each other because of fear. 

You realized you were in love with him back in 1986. When everything had happened, and he was nowhere to be found for days. You and your mother barely slept because you feared the worst. The police had already been at your house twice, knowing besides Wayne that he was close with you and your family. You knew he didn’t commit those murders; his heart was too good and there wasn’t a bad bone in his body. Hawkins was just filled of crazy people who just thought since he listened to metal music and played D&D, he was going to sacrifice your baby to the Devil. 

That night, he had been missing three days at that point. Your mother had gone up to bed, but you knew she didn’t sleep. There was an intense rainstorm outside and it was cold. Your heart pounded, worrying how he was staying warm…if he was even alive. 

It was a witch hunt for the Hellfire Club, and it took everything in your power not to get in your car and drive around the whole state to find him. Jason was still missing too, and people were starting to assume he did the murders, but Eddie was still wanted for questioning and since he was the “town freak”, he was the easier target. 

The good thing about having your bedroom on the first floor was that it was easier for you to sneak in and out of the house. You were on your bed, listening to music on your Walkman, trying to distract yourself from your worry when a strange feeling overwhelms you. You pull your headphones from your ears and glance at the window behind your dresser. You heard a faint tapping. You get up from your bed and squint, trying to see through the darkness. 

A ring clad hand goes on the glass, and you gasp. “Oh my god, Eddie?! Mom!” 

He was soaking wet when you pulled him in the window, shivering and mumbling as you bear hug him. His fingers grip your waist, his head is buried in your shoulder. You hold his face in your hands, making sure he was real. “Where the hell have you been?” 

You help him pull off his vest, and his leather jacket. He was still in his Hellfire shirt which was covered in dirt and grime, and he shakes his head. “Everywhere and no-nowhere.” His eyes were wide and glassy, his teeth were chattering. Your mother rushes into your room, seeing a soaked Eddie. 

“Jesus, sweetheart.” She says, rushing over to hug him and his breath hitches as he hugs her waist. You could see the little boy in his eyes. “You’re freezing. Let me get you some dry clothes.” You watch as your mother disappears, and you hugged him to your chest. 

“You scared me.” I love you. “I thought…I don’t know what I thought.”

He lifts his head, staring at your face and pulling at the hem of your t-shirt. “I’m getting you soaked.” 

“Don’t worry about me.” 

Your mother comes in with a black t- shirt and a pair of sweatpants. You help him peel off his Hellfire shirt and he shakily puts on the clothes your mother gave him. Your mother brings his wet clothes into her den to clean. Eddie sits on your bed, and you sit next to him, he brushes his hair away from his face. 

“You…you believe me, right? I didn’t…I didn’t kill them.” His bottom lip trembles as he stares into your eyes, gripping your hand. “I swear I didn’t. I wouldn’t know what I would do if you didn’t believe me…I didn’t hurt them…” He began to sob, and you take his face in his hands. 

“Eddie, of course I believe you. We believe you. Is that why you’ve been staying away? We thought something happened to you. Don’t disappear like that on me, again. You hear me?” 

He nods and leans his forehead against your shoulder. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t even be here.” He lifts his head up, panic in his eyes. “You can get in trouble, and I can’t let that happen, but I-it was so cold, and I don’t have anywhere else to go.”

“You’re not going anywhere.” You tell him sternly. “You’re staying here, where you’re safe. Jason is missing Eddie; they’re starting to think he’s the one who did it.”

He meets your eyes. “What? Really?”

You nod. “Lover’s quarrel or some shit. The only thing they have against you is that Chrissy bought drugs from you right before. Everything else points to Jason.” 

He shakes his head, looking down at his shaking hands. “This so fucked up.”

“I know.” You caress his hair. “But you got us. My mom almost got arrested for you.”

“Why?” He almost laughs. 

“Because a stupid redneck was testing my patience, that's why." Your mother comes in the room, handing you both a cup of hot cocoa. “Hop’s lucky he’s cute AND convincing, otherwise I’d be icing my hand right now. And because you’re a good kid. Who I love dearly, you’re a part of this family now. And where I come from, we protect our own.” 

Eddie stares at your mother, his eyes showing gratitude, fear, and love. He nods, trying to hold back his tears, biting his bottom lip as he slowly sips the cocoa. Your mother leans down and kisses the top of his head. 

“We got you, kiddo.” 

He smiles, nodding again and your mother leaves the room, and you knew that she was going to sleep soundly knowing he was safe. He places the mug on your nightstand and sighs, leaning his elbows on his knees. You stare at his form, everything you wanted to tell hm was stuck in your throat. But instead, you just pull him towards you, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and he hugs your waist tightly. 

“I thought something happened to you.” You say into his ear. “You’re my best friend, I can’t imagine my life without your crazy ass.”

He laughs, pulling away from you and smiling. The two of you stare at each other for a moment, you clear your throat and awkwardly get off the bed. “I’m starving, you want something to eat?”

He nods. “Yeah, anything is fine.” 

You turn but he stops you, grabbing your hand. You look down at him and he swallows hard before speaking. “Thank you. Thank you for being my friend.”

“Okay, golden girl.” You both laugh. “You’re welcome.” 

The tips of your fingers graze as you pull away from each other, and you swear you felt a current of electricity course through your belly and into your veins. That was when you knew. When you knew that you were head over heels, ass over tea kettle, fucking insanely in love with Eddie Munson.

You are halfway through Pennsylvania when you start feeling the exhaustion. The stretch of road you were on seemed to go on for miles and miles. There was maybe one streetlight, otherwise it was just empty road, empty fields and the two of you. Eddie had found a spot on the map that looked like it might have been a motel, but when you approached the destination, and saw the debilitated building, that was still open for vacancy, with one car parked out front; the two of you decided you liked your lives and didn’t want to be the next news story broadcasted over the entire nation. 

Young couple brutally murdered in old run-down motel, murderer still at large. 

The overtiredness from the two of you was making you both have fits of giggles for no reason. Everything was making you laugh, even the thought of the two of you being murdered in a field. As you continue your drive, the two of you sigh with relief when there were signs pointing to an Inn up ahead; you were right in the center of the Appalachian Mountains and even though it was pitch black, you could see the very tip of the mountain, looming like a large shadow above your heads. 

The Inn comes into view, and you pull into the nicely paved lot. It was two stories, a red rustic color with Victorian style windows. The two of you step out of the car and stretch, you feel your back pop with every turn of your body, and you let out a groan. It was almost midnight, and you knew as soon as your head hit the pillow you would knock out. The older woman at the front desk was smitten by Eddie and his charm. He had a way with women that was for sure. There was no one else checked in, and the woman was kind enough to give you the room with the turret. It was spacious and had its own bathroom with a shower. The owners had their own separate house behind the Inn and said that they could come down to the kitchen for breakfast anytime between 7am and 11am. You had called your father from the phone in the room, he was happy to hear you were off the road and somewhere safe. 

You were too tired to shower, taking off your shoes felt like a process, and you didn’t even bother taking off the rest of your clothes. Eddie yawns loudly, kicking his shoes off and crawling into bed next to you. The exhaustion hit both of you immediately, and you had both fallen asleep with the light on, your hand resting on his chest, his on your thigh. 

You had woken with a gasp, this nightmare a lot more violent than you were used to. Eddie had stirred, his hand reaching up to your arm and he opens his eyes.

“You alright?” His voice sounded sultry from just waking up, and you nod.

“I’m fine.” You tell him, wiping the sweat from your brow. He leans up on his elbow, gazing up at you.

“Talk to me.” He tells you gently. 

“There’s nothing to talk about, this is just my new normal.” You rub the sleep from your eyes and glance at the clock. It was almost dawn, you still felt exhausted.

Eddie sits up, his hair a mess of curls and tangles. He tilts his head at you and smirks. “I’m not gonna pry. I just want you to tell me you’re okay.”

You press your forehead against his cheek, smiling. “I’m okay.”

His hand cups the back of your head, smoothing out your hair. “That’s so convincing.”

“Eddie, I promise I’m okay. I’m just gonna have to get used to these stupid feelings.” You scoot yourself down, so you’re face to face with him. 

He frowns and touches your cheek gently. 

“You know I’m here for you right? I may not have the right words but, I can grieve with you. She wasn’t my mom but…”

“She was to you, baby.” You rub his chin, and he smiles. “I don’t want you to think you can’t grieve her, where else is all that love gonna go?” 

He kisses your nose. “To you.” 

You roll your eyes and grin, cuddling into his chest. He hugs your waist, tracing little circles around your skin. He kisses your forehead. “This is nice, but I really have to pee and you’re pushing on my bladder.”

You laugh and move away from him, he scoots off the bed and goes into the adjoining bathroom, flicking on the light. “Holy shit! Did you see this bathroom?! This tub?! Babe, get naked, we’re taking a bath.”

“We?” You call out to him, and he peeks his head past the doorway, his shirt already off.

“Yes, we, it’s big.” He winks. “Come on, I’ll make bubbles.”

You laugh, shaking your head and stand up, pulling your shorts off, and your shirt. You walk into the bathroom and were amazed at how big it was; there was a his and hers sink, a spacious stand-up shower and a large claw footed tub. Eddie is already in there, his arms draped over each side of the porcelain with his head back, bubbles surrounding him. Looking like a metalhead version of Tony Montana, you thought. He meets your eyes and smiles sweetly. He swims to the edge where you stood and takes your hand, helping you step in. He pulls you against his back, the water was almost, and it felt good on your sore muscles. You sigh, resting the back of your head against his shoulder and look up at him as he was lathering shampoo in his palms. He moves your head up and begins shampooing your hair. You close your eyes, sighing softly as he massages your scalp and the base of your neck. He starts humming the tune to Home Sweet Home and you sing softly with him. You dip your head under the water, letting the shampoo dissolve from your hair and pop back up. You whip your hair back, spraying him with water droplets and he laughs, wiping at his eyes. “Jerk.”

You turn towards him, leaning forward and kiss his lips softly. He pulls you towards him by your waist, your legs rested on either side of his, straddling him, as you continue to kiss passionately. You could feel his hardness against your opening, and you scoot closer, gently sliding him inside you and he shudders out a groan. Your mouth opens in a moan against his lips as you slowly roll your hips, taking him all in. His hands move from your hips to your ass, and he squeezes, the sensation of the warm water and his hands causing an intense wave of pleasure to course through your veins. He pulls away from your lips breathlessly and you lean your head back, his tongue licks over your nipple, cupping both of your breasts in his hands, gently kissing one and sucking the other. A loud moan escapes you and he brings his mouth back to yours, his tongue moves over your bottom lip. You continue your rhythm, could feel the tip of his cock hitting you in the right spot at the right angle. He wraps his arms tightly around your waist, helping you move a little faster. The water splashes you both, and you shudder on top of him as you clench around him, you feel a lovely tingle in your lower belly. This moment was so intimate, and you cry out, your orgasm flowing through you so nicely you didn’t want this feeling to end. Your breathing came out scattered and gaspy as you held onto his shoulders. He cums soon after you, groaning and whimpering as you feel his cock twitch inside you, holding onto you tightly as if you were to slip away. 

The breakfast at the inn was some of the best you and Eddie had. And you were more than full. The owner was kind enough to give you both to-go coffees and some sealed cans of soda. 

The Appalachian Mountain trail was up ahead, and Eddie pulls into the lot. There was only one other car; it was still early, and a workday. The outfit you decided on wasn’t exactly hiking attire: a black sleeveless dress that went down your knees and your docs. You’ve trekked through worse, you and Eddie. There were many times you’ve ran from the cops in the woods because he had done something stupid, or you had accidentally set off fireworks in the woods. The air was surprisingly cooler here, the bright summer sun was hidden behind some trees. You didn’t plan on staying long; but you wanted to give Eddie his ring, and you felt like this was the perfect time to do it. You had your small crossbody bag on that had your camera, and the box with the ring was tucked in the pocket, you found yourself touching that spot to make sure it was there. It wasn’t like you were proposing to him, but it was something special, and you wanted it to be perfect.

The two of you hiked up the trail, stopping to take pictures. Eddie had stolen the camera from you and had snuck a picture while you were admiring the trees. You had scolded him for taking your picture, but he snapped another one and ran away from you, giggling like a little boy in trouble. 

He was the most beautiful person you’d ever known and watching him looking around the trail with wide eyes and a smile on his face, made you want to ask him to marry you. You knew it was unheard of for a woman to propose, but fuck the patriarchy, you were in love. You watch as he stops on a small hill and his arms fall at it his side, you walk up next to him and your breath hitches. 

It felt like another world; all the different shades of green, a misty fog rolling through over its peak, the stillness of it all. The mountains were extraordinary, and you couldn’t believe you lived in a place with such beauty. He takes a picture of the view and brings you into his side. Your hand rests on his chest and you look up at him. 

“Can we just stay here forever?” 

“What would we eat?” He says, giving you a goofy smile. 

“Each other.” You roll your eyes. 

“Ooh, I like that idea.” He playfully tickles your sides and kisses your lips softly. 

Patting his face, you unzip your purse. “I have something for you.”

He points to his own chest and tilts his head, like it was an absolute honor he was receiving a gift. You playfully slap his shoulder. “Don’t be a goon, I’m nervous.” 

You pull the square black box out of your purse, and hand it to him. He raises his eyebrows at you and takes it. He opens it up and smiles immediately. He takes the ring out of the box and holds it up to look closer. The skull was beautifully defined, the sun glistened off the silver making it shine. “This is really nice. You didn’t have to do that.” He slips the ring on his left middle finger.

You bite your bottom lip nervously. “There’s um, there’s part of her…in there.” 

He looks at you, his face unreadable, and he looks at the ring. “Wait, her ashes are in here?”

You nod; your eyes immediately fill with tears when you see his glisten.

“But…why? This is…sweetheart, this is…” He inhales a shaky breath. “Why?”

You take his face in your hands, and he nervously fondles the fabric of your dress. “Because if it hadn’t been for you these last few weeks, I wouldn’t have made it.”

He looks in your eyes, shaking his head, a single tear rolls down his cheek. “That’s not true.”

“It is.” You run your thumb along his cheek. “Eddie, I love you. I’ve loved you for so long, and it’s because of your heart. You have shown not only true friendship, but pure, unfiltered love, even when I felt unlovable. You were just as much a son to her as I was her daughter. This is only a small gift of appreciation of so much more I want to give you. You mean so much to me, and my world would be a lot darker if you weren’t in it.” 

He lets out a trembled breath and hugs you tightly. His fingers go to his eyes to stop tears from flowing and you kiss his shoulder. He pulls back to kiss you on the lips, your cheek. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and smiles, his eyes rimmed red. 

“You don’t give yourself enough credit. You never have, you’re still standing because you choose to stand. Not because of me, or your dad. It’s because of you.” He cups both your cheeks, his stare deepening. “I love you. I wouldn’t be half the man I am if I didn’t meet you all those years ago.” 

You smile at him, resting your forehead against his chin. “Who would’ve thought ten years ago we’d be here? Stupidly in love, wearing my dead mother in jewelry, being up on this trail.”

“Not me.” He laughs. “I thought I’d be in jail already.” He kisses the top of your head, pulling away from you, walking around with his arms open wide. “I’ll make this promise to you, in another ten years we will come back here with our kids, in an RV, I’ll learn to how to fish, and I’ll teach our son how to wail on the guitar. You’ll show our daughter how to paint and I’ll teach her all about metal. We will sit by a campfire making s’mores and when they go to bed, I’ll make love to you under the stars.” 

Your smile grows bigger. “Kids huh? You seem to have thought a lot about this.” 

“Everyday.” He smiles sweetly at you, and you blush. He comes to you, pulling you towards him by your waist. “You’re my endgame, baby. And if I can give you a life of happiness and love, I will die a happy man.” 

You laugh and cup his face. “You could give me anything and nothing and I will still be happy. You’re a softy, better not tell Steve, he’ll never let you live it down.” 

“I know, I have a reputation I need to uphold. I still need Hawkins to think I’m a devil worshipper who sacrifices kittens.” You both giggle. 

“Promise me we’ll get out of there. I don’t care where we go. I want my dad and Wayne safe and settled somewhere and then we pack up and leave that shitty place.” 

He kisses your lips. “Deal.” 

You bounce excitedly in your seat when the Massachusetts Welcomes You sign comes into view. You wanted to show Eddie the house you grew up in, which was twenty minutes outside the city in a small suburb. It was still early afternoon, and you were grateful for the daylight. You direct him off the exit, and inhale deeply. The air was different here, it brought you back to some of your best memories. You pull down the cul-de-sac and have him slow down in front of a two-story cape. The house was re-painted a navy-blue color when it used to be gray, the shutters were white and the front wrap around porch was refinished. The same porch swing you had sat idle, and you feel tears spring to your eyes. You step out of the car and look up at your childhood home; you remembered your mother sitting on that very swing, sketching away in her sketch pad, Janis Joplin’s booming voice blaring from the radio next to her as you sat with her, coloring in your own coloring book. Eddie stands next to you, wrapping his arm around your waist. 

“This is wild.” You whisper and you point to the swing. “That’s where she sat, and I sat curled next to her. I busted my knees so many times on those stairs.”

He grips your waist, noticing a for sale sign to the left of the mailbox. You follow his eyes and stare at the sign. You sigh, smiling sadly. “In another life, maybe.”

You continue to point out the windows and different parts of the house, telling him which one was your bedroom, how the backyard was fenced in with a trampoline, and a small pool. You wondered if it was still there, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look. The only reason you and your parents moved away was because your father got a good offer on a construction job in Indiana, he’d be making double the salary he was making. Your mother, being supportive, thought it was perfect, and she’d be closer to her brother.  You had gone back to the car; Eddie had stood there for a moment, looking behind him to make sure you wouldn’t see, and wrote down the phone number to the realtor on receipt paper.

The Lenox Hotel was breathtaking, you and Eddie stood outside its doors, staring at the large building. Eddie was blown away by the city skyline and was even more excited when he realized how close you were to different music venues. The doorman lets you both in, smiling awkwardly; it was clear he hadn’t seen a young couple, dressed like they did, walk into this expensive hotel.  The front desk receptionist was very nice, but they had to call your father to make sure the credit card wasn’t stolen which he assured them it wasn’t, and you had successfully booked a room for three nights. The room was on the 10th floor, and when you had stepped in, you couldn’t believe this was your room. Eddie had gone down to the car to unload all your belongings, you offered to help but he needed a nicotine fix and could take the walk. There was a king bed in the center of the room, with a fireplace, the air was nice and cool in there. The headboard was a fake leather. There was a nice view of the city as you gaze out the window; you smiled to yourself. Eddie comes in soon after, whistling at the sight of the room. He held your mother protectively in his arms and handed her to you, you place the box in the small closet, and start unpacking your things for the few days you were there and put them into the waist high long dresser. 

You felt Eddie approach you from behind, his soft lips kiss the sensitive spot below your ear. You sigh, pushing your back against his as he nibbles your ear. His hand grips your waist, gently pulling up your dress, his hand slowly moving his way down to grip your thigh. He pulls your face towards him and kisses you hungrily. His hand travels over your tummy under your dress, up your ribs, and cups your breast. You moan softly, he squeezes and pinches your nipple, gently massaging the soft skin. His other hand travels from your thigh and cups your mound over your underwear. He moans softly, feeling your wetness. He turns you around, pushing you on top of the dresser. He kneels in front of you, pushing your legs apart, draping one leg over his shoulder. 

“This is for what you did to me in the car, and for your little adventurous time with my ass.” He says, his voice soft but stern. 

Before you could say a word, his mouth is on your clit, sucking and nibbling hard. A broken moan escapes you and you tug at his hair. He looks up at you, taking both your hands and pinning them at your sides. “Sorry, baby, no touching.” He smirks and goes back to feast on you, your back arches and you feel him move his tongue in circles, you grip the wood of the dresser, trying to free yourself but he tightens his hold on you. He moves his face back and forth on your cunt, moaning as licks your tight hole. You let out a loud moan, and you rock your hips against his face, he looks up at you, his eyes in that lustful stare, his mouth mimicked your movements and when you’re just about to cum, he stops. 

He stands up, you gaze at him with disappointment, and he pulls you towards him, kissing you. “Get on the bed, on your hands and knees.” 

The dominance in his voice almost made you cum right there, but you listen. You feel the bed shift with his weight, and you gasp when he tears your underwear from you. He squeezes your ass, the coolness from his rings causing goose flesh to prickle your skin and he presses your head against the bed, angling your hips up. He kisses both your ass cheeks softly, massaging the skin and you cry out in pleasure when he spanks you. 

You hear him groan softly; his fingers move your lips apart, leaving a wet kiss in the center of your cunt and you gasp, feeling the tip of his tongue trace circles around your asshole. He moves his tongue all the way into you, and you grip the sheets, letting out a guttural groan that sounded almost animalistic. He pulls away from you with a moan, his finger traces circles around your asshole and he gently slides his finger into that tight space. You grip the sheets, crying out, almost laughing because it was so new and felt so good. You feel two of his fingers slide into your cunt.

“Oh my god, Eddie…” You moan out. 

“I’m not even close to being done with you, yet.” His breath was hot near your ear as he says those words and your pussy clenches around his fingers. “I told you; you brought the freak out in me.” 

He pulls his fingers out of you and flips you onto your back, he kisses you hungrily, and pulls away, putting the fingers he had inside you in your mouth and has you suck. His fingers go deeper down your throat, and you let out a soft gag, moaning right after. He takes out his fingers, smiling and pulls you up by your arms, pulling your dress off you. He pulls off his shirt, tossing it to the ground and pushes you back gently on the bed. He pulls his bandana out of his back pocket, looking at you lovingly as he folds it, waiting for you to object to whatever he had planned but you didn’t. Your smile was enough of a consent for him, and he lifts your head up, gently tying the bandana around your eyes. He only tightens it a little, and you could feel a warmth creep up your belly when all you could see was darkness. You feel the bed shift as he gets off it, and you squeal when he pulls you by your legs and drags you to the edge of the bed. Your feet hit the floor below you and he came behind you, pulling your back to his chest. You tremble, feeling the coolness of his rings as his hands travel down your front, massaging your nipples and you gasp quietly. He pinches your left nipple, his teeth grazing your neck and you feel him smile against your skin. His hand slides down your tummy, which tickles you, over your mound and fingers your clit. You moan loudly at the sensation and his other hand travels to your throat, pressing down gently. He rubs faster on your clit, moaning against you and adds more pressure to your throat. Your breathing picks up, and a choked moan escapes you. 

“Mmm, baby, cum for me.” Eddie says in your ear; your arm goes behind you to wrap onto his neck, his grip tightens, and you whimper. “Cum for me, then I’m gonna fuck that pretty little pussy of yours.” 

A low growl escapes you, a sound you’ve never made before, and you grip his thigh. You tilt your head, blindly finding his ear. “You better fuck me like you hate me.” 

He groans, rubbing your clit faster and loosens his hold on your throat, he takes off your blindfold and finds your lips. You feel the tingles in your belly, and your back arches against him and you cry out in pleasure, moaning and gasping as he continues to rub you out, holding on to your waist as you cum. 

He pulls his hands away after the feeling in your belly slows and stands up. You scoot yourself back onto the middle of the bed, your chest heaving, your face flushed. He stares at you with a smile, he unbuttons his jeans and steps out of them. His erect cock springs out and you smile at the sight. He pumps his fist over his tip and moans softly. 

“Touch yourself.” He whispers. 

Your hand travels between your legs, your clit still sensitive from the orgasm, and you rub it delicately. Eddie stares at you, biting his lip as you rub your clit, using your other hand to fondle at your breasts. He pumps harder at his cock, his head falling back in pleasure as little soft moans escape you. 

He removes his hand, and inches towards you on his knees. He spreads your legs apart with his knees and you grip his forearms. He kisses you gently, holding the side of your face. He pulls away a little, his mouth still inches from yours. “What is it that you want me to do?” His hand grips your thigh, and you bite your lip.

“Fuck me like you hate me.” 

A low growl forms in his throat and he kisses you again. He sits up between your legs and he licks his fingers, gently massaging your cunt and stares deep into your eyes. He hovers above you and hooks his arm under your legs. You run your hand over his mouth, and he kisses your palm. 

He enters you quick, his mouth falling open in a groan and your hand falls back against the pillow. His cock slams into you and you grip his arms, your head bounces off the headboard. 

“Ungh oh…oh Eddie…” You cry out as he continues his rhythm, his cock going deeper and deeper with every roll of his hips. 

He grunts loudly, kissing your calf. He sits up on his heels and straightens your leg on his shoulder, staring into your eyes as he fucks you harder. His hand goes to your throat and applies pressure. A throaty moan escapes you and you arch your hips; he hits your g-spot over and over and the sensation of the little pain was causing a lovely tingle between your legs. 

“Ugnnngh, fuck.” Eddie moans, closing his eyes, groaning with each thrust. He continued to keep his hand wrapped around your throat, and you welcomed this sensation of being absolutely fucked over and over. He kept his word, every thrust, every welcoming pain was like he was someone else, the freak. A smile forms on your lips as your mouth falls open in another guttural moan, and he closes the gap between you two, kissing you hungrily. The sound of his balls slapping against your cunt echoed in the room. You clench on his cock, inhaling breath after breath, until you finally scream out, your orgasm exploding out of you, your body contorting. You knew that the entire hotel could probably hear you two, but you didn’t care. You wanted them to hear, you wanted them to know he was yours and you were his. 

The screams of pleasure that came out of you after each wave of the orgasm caused you to claw at his back, your fingers like talons in his skin. That made Eddie fuck you faster, faster and faster until a guttural, loud moan escapes him, and he cums inside you. Your sounds were almost harmonized, loud breaths and whimpers. He collapses on top of you, his chest heaving with yours. You play with his hair, hugging his head to you as you caught your breath. He slides out of you, leaning on his side, draping his arm around your tummy.

The two of you were sweaty, hair a knotted mess, you swallow once, twice and let out a sigh. 

“I could literally do that with you every day.” You tell him, giggling softly, kissing his hair. “How did it take us ten years? I can’t believe this was what I was missing.” 

He smiles against your chest. “Truth be told, it was insanely hard for me to be around you once I realized I loved you. All I wanted to do was touch you.” 

Moving to your side to look at his face, you twirl a piece of his curly hair in your hand. “When did you know?” 

He meets your eyes, blushing, a hint of his shyness peeking through, and he grins. “1986. That’s when I knew.” 

You bite your lip, trying to hold back from confessing that was the same year you realized you were in love with him. You would wait to tell him, you wanted to hear his story. 

“I knew I had feelings for you for a while. I think the first year we met I just had this vision of us being together, even if it was just as friends. Whenever I looked ahead, at the future, you were always in it. I was finally so ready to graduate, yeah, I was full of shit for two years before that saying the same thing, but I was ready to get the fuck out of there, make music, and with you by my side. Then,” he sits up, grabbing a cigarette from the nightstand and lighting it, leaning his back against the headboard, he inhales deeply, the smoke billowing from his nostrils. “Chrissy Cunningham asked to meet me in the woods, she wanted to buy weed. She seemed terrified to be there, like someone was watching her. So, as you know, I sell her the weed and she ends up dead a few hours later. Then, that kid from the fucking school newspaper ends up dead the next day. We can skip ahead because we know what happens after that. But for those three days that I was running, all I kept thinking about was you.” 

You glance up at him, listening intently. He smiles sweetly at you. 

“I would find myself running to your house, and then I would get scared and turn around. All I kept thinking about was does she think I did it? Did I just ruin a beautiful relationship with this person because of my own stupidity? Does her mom hate me now? What are they saying about me? What have they said to her? I was so afraid you would disappear just like everyone else, so I stayed away.” 

“Until you couldn’t.” You said with a soft smile, gripping his forearm. 

“Until I couldn’t.” He smiles, shaking his head and looking up at the ceiling. He flicks the cigarette in the ash tray and stubs it out. “Then the night that crazy rainstorm happened, it got so fucking cold. I was hiding under Skull rock to try and stay dry, but I was already a fucking mess, it didn’t even help. So, I ran, with no plan where I was going, and just let my legs take me wherever. 

“I ended up in your backyard. And I saw that your bedroom light was on. I remember quietly going to your window and seeing you on your bed. Your legs bopping along to whatever you were listening to. When I saw how content you looked, I didn’t want to disrupt that, so I went to leave but something made me look at you again. You couldn’t see me, but I saw you looking at the window, your headphones in your hand. When you came to the window, I knew I had to let you know I was there. And that’s when you pulled me in.” 

You pull the blanket up to your chest and stare in wonder at him, waiting for him to continue. “I saw pure fear and relief in your eyes, and I knew right there it wasn’t fear over seeing me. It was fear for me. That’s when I knew how much you did care for me, how you weren’t going to leave me like everyone else. When your mom got me those dry clothes and you just held me, I knew I loved you. It fucking hurt, but I welcomed it. I was so in love with you I didn’t know how to process it, I had never been in love before. I wanted to tell you then, and I wanted to tell you after. But I was terrified I would lose the one true thing that kept me going, our friendship, and I couldn’t risk that.” 

He takes your hand, running his thumb along your ring. “But here we are now, and I wouldn’t change a thing.” 

You nod and laugh a little, shaking your head, running your hand over his chest. “I knew I loved you then too.”

His eyes widen. “No way.” You nod and both laugh, he shakes his head, looking at you with his palm resting against his chin. 

“That same night?” You nod again. “Damn. We really know how to torture ourselves huh?” 

“Like I told you before, I thought there was no way you’d feel that way for me. You had so many girls throwing themselves at you that I just assumed you’d be with one of them. Remember the night you and Corroded played during Christmas vacation? 1980…8?”

He nods and laughs. “The night you got hammered and yelled at me, yeah I remember.” 

“Ugh. I’m so rude when I drink sometimes. Do you remember who I went home with?” 

“Uhhh, Stacey Peterson, didn’t you?” He looks at you with a raised eyebrow and you stare at him almost embarrassed, and he laughs. “Oh, this is gonna be good I can tell.” 

You laugh, sitting up, shaking your head. “After the show, when I saw you making out with that redhead, I was so mad at you. And I had no right to be mad at you because we weren’t together. I kept going to the bar to get shots. Robin, bless her cute heart, was trying to stop me after the second one but you know how stubborn I can be.”

“You? Stubborn? Nah.” 

You roll your eyes. “Everything is a little fuzzy after that, but Stacey said I could go home with her because I was in no condition to go back to my house. You offered your trailer and what did I say?” 

“You’d rather sleep in a dumpster then be in the same room as me and you called me a stupid fuck, which, rude, I know I’m a stupid fuck but at least give me a reason.” He laughs and you hide your face. “I mean, it makes sense now why you acted that way, but what did you do when you got back to Stacey’s?” 

You peek at him through your fingers. “Remember her brother Stan?” 

He nods, and then his eyes widen, he smiles large, a realization crosses his face and you cover your face in your hands. “Noooooo. Her older brother? The one who cries after sex?” He laughs loudly, pure joy on his face and he scoots down to your level like you were two girlfriends at a sleepover. “Did he cry? Oh my god, please tell me.” 

Tears roll down your face as you laugh, your stomach muscles clenching and you nod. “See…I didn’t...I didn’t know that.” 

Laughter roars from him and he pushes you away by your shoulder. “Shut the fuck up! You didn’t know?! How?!”

You shrug, trying to breathe. “After it was over, he just…he just started sobbing. I thought…I thought I was gonna have to call the ambulance I was so confused. He was so sad but, but he said thank you. I walked home after that, still thinking I should’ve called an ambulance.” 

The echoes of your laughter fill the room. Eddie holds his stomach. 

“Oh, my, god. I’m gonna throw up.” He says, wiping the tears from his eyes. 

“I think I just peed the bed a little.” Your body shakes with laughter, and you take in a few deep breaths but that didn’t help, and you start laughing harder. 

Eddie pulls you to him, rubbing circles on your shoulders. “Aww, honey. I’m sorry about your sad fuck with Stan.” 

“I wasn’t sad! He was!” You laugh, shaking your head and he giggles. “So stupid. I was so stupid. I should’ve just told you how I felt about you, then I would’ve avoided that whole thing.” 

“It’s an awesome story though.” He kisses your hair, resting his chin on top of your head. “Should I cry after sex? Would that turn you on?” 

You shove him away and laugh. “Get away from me.” 

He laughs, bringing you on top of him, kissing your lips gently and smoothing out your hair. You laid there kissing each other for what felt like hours, naked limbs entwined, holding each other until you both fell asleep. 

The next day, you had called your father to talk about the hotel and how beautiful it was. Your father had mentioned that your mother’s old friends: Tom and Susie, wanted to meet you for drinks and dinner, and to talk about your mother. You agreed and couldn’t remember if you talked to them at the funeral, but you knew they were there. They would meet you at the City Bar in the hotel, when you both had walked by it, it looked fancy, and you weren’t sure if you had a dress that would be fitting for that place. Eddie assured you that you could wear a potato sack and still get into fancy restaurants. All he did was wear all black, the v in his brand-new t-shirt exposing some of his chest, his tattoos exposed. He looked like a rockstar, no, he was a rockstar.

You had forgotten you had packed one of your mother’s sundresses. It was a beautiful green color, went down past your knees and was lightweight. It accentuated your curves in all the right spots, and her emerald necklace made the entire outfit pop. You had left your hair down, didn’t bother to put on much make up and come out of the bathroom. 

Eddie was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at his new ring with a smile and looks up when you walk in. His eyes scan your body and then meet your eyes, a blush rises in his cheeks, and he grins, his dimples so prominent. 

“Wow. Green is definitely your color.” He extends his hand to you, and you take it. He pulls you between his knees, gazing up at you, holding your waist. “You’re very beautiful. Did you know that?” 

“As are you, my dear.” You lean down to kiss his nose and he chuckles. 

“You ready?” He kisses your tummy, and you nod. 

He stands up, wrapping his arm around your waist and you both take the elevator to the first floor. You were the only two in the elevator, and Eddie took this opportunity to tease you. He stands behind you, gently pulling up your dress from behind and you gasp when you feel his fingers gently caress your clit through your underwear. You lean your back into him, and he kisses your shoulder. The elevator dings and you whip your head up, trying to suppress your noises as a young couple walk in. Eddie is backed into the corner, and he still caresses that sensitive spot. The angle of where you stood made it look like you were just leaning against him, your dress was long enough to keep what he was actually doing hidden. You feel him move your underwear to the side and you glance up at him with wide eyes, he just smirks at you, biting his lip and you shudder, a moan escaping you as you feel his two fingers glide inside you. You cover up your moan with a fake cough, and the couple turns to look at you. You give them a tight smile as the elevator dings, and they get off at the 5th floor. 

You turn to him, grabbing his face and kissing him deeply. “You’re a fucking asshole.” You growl against his lips, and he pushes his fingers deeper inside you, smiling, pushing his tongue into your mouth. He slams you into the corner, not breaking the kiss and pushes himself against you, his fingers fucking you hard and you quietly moan against his lips. 

The elevator dings, letting you know you were on the first floor, and you both pull away quickly. You smooth out your dress and hair, your cheeks flushed as you walk by the people coming in the elevator. Eddie nods at them with a smile and you glance behind you at his grinning form. 

“I’m gonna get you back for that.” You mutter to him as he holds the door to the bar open for you.

“I can’t wait.” He winks at you, and the two of you walk in, spotting your mother’s friends in the far corner booth. 

They had both started crying when they saw you, hugging you tightly, telling you over and over how much you looked like your mother. They were at the funeral but didn’t stay long because it was too hard for them, which you understood. They were so happy to spend time with you in a more comfortable setting. You had surprisingly kept yourself together, and the four of you sat at the booth. Tom had met your mother when they were teenagers, they had worked together at a restaurant. Your mother was a waitress, and he was a bus boy; he said he couldn’t stand her at first because she would always smack his hat off his head and walk away laughing. Then eventually they became best friends, and your mother was the first person he came out of the closet to. He had introduced her to Susie, who made your mother her daughter's godmother, and they were completely inseparable ever since. 

They had brought photographs you’ve never seen, and every photo had a story that would put you and Eddie in stitches. Towards the end of the night, Tom was completely smitten by Eddie, and Eddie ate it all up, flirting right back with him, laughing with him, buying each other drinks. 

Susie had laughed at their exchange, nudging you. “This is the Eddie?” She had asked you. 

You had sipped your beer, smiling. “Yup, how’d you guess?” 

“The Eddie Van Halen aura about him, the big beautiful brown puppy dog eyes your mother constantly talked about.” She smiles at you, leaning on her chin. “She talked about the two of you a lot.” 

You perk up in your seat. “Really? Like what?” 

She smiles. “How much she loved him. How she could tell how much he loved you. She would say she would watch him just stare at you when you weren’t looking, just smiling sweetly at you like you were the only thing in the room.” You look over at Eddie who meets your eyes, and winks at you. 

“Yeah?” You say with a smile, tears filling your eyes. “She really said that?” Susie nods.

“She said it was only a matter of time before you two would be together, she was ready to start planning your wedding.” She laughs and a soft laugh escapes you. You gaze at Eddie across the table, Tom had his arms draped around his shoulder and they were drunkenly singing an Elton John song. A tear rolls down your cheek; you knew your mother had a feeling that you loved Eddie, all her son in law jokes, the way she would watch the two of you together. Your heart hurt thinking about the what if? What if she wasn’t sick? What if there was a way you could help raise money for a medication she needed or…what if you could stop her from dying? 

Susie rubs your back, noticing your tears. “Honey, your mother was insanely proud of you. And I know she’s proud of you now. You were her true love; I remember when she found out she was pregnant with you, she immediately knew you were a girl. I thought she was crazy, but she insisted on it. Then you came out, this beautiful little bundle with the cutest dimples, and I saw a change in her. You were her world, and she would move mountains for you if she could.” 

You lean into her and smile, nodding. The two of you continued to have conversations, and when it was time for the night to end, the four of you walk outside the bar. 

Tom had given you a kiss on the cheek, had reached Eddie, giving him a huge kiss on the mouth. Eddie laughed when he pulled away and you giggled when he blushed. “Honey, if I was twenty years younger…”

“No, Tom. If I was twenty years older, this woman would have some competition.” He wraps his arm around your waist. “I mean look at you, you’re like George Michael and Freddie Mercury’s love child. How could I resist that?” 

Tom grins, meeting your eyes. “Never let him go.” Tom says to you, his Boston accent causing yours to peek through for just a moment when you said “never”, and it came out as “nevah”. 

“Ayyyyy, there’s that Beantown girl, just like your mother!” He laughs and they both hug you tightly.

Susie whispers in your ear. “I’m only a phone call away. Please call me anytime. Whenever you’re in town again, come find us.” 

They wave at you both and you watch them walk away, he looks at you with a smile. 

“That was the first time I heard that accent come out of you, pretty trashy, but hot.”

“Shut up.” You giggle nudging him.

“Nevaaaaah.” He mimics you, kissing your cheek as you make your way back into the hotel room. 

Eddie had fallen asleep soon after you two made love again; you had sat by the window, gazing out at the view, puffing on the joint you still had. Tomorrow you would be going to the cemetery; the owners had dug a small hole to put her remains in. You planned on just pouring her ashes in the hole and burying them; you hadn’t seen her remains, so you weren’t sure how it was gonna go, but it would be fine right? 

You replayed the words Susie had said about your mother; how she wanted to plan your wedding. Your heart hurt, a stabbing pain radiates in your gut, and you groan softly. 

You were robbed of it all. Robbed of her being there for your wedding, for the birth of your first child, robbed of it all. 

Fucking robbed.

                The two of you had driven to the cemetery which was only a few miles away from the hotel. You held your mother’s remains in your lap as you see the iron gate approach of the cemetery. 

“Right here.” You mutter, directing him down a paved path, towards the back of the cemetery that was surrounded by woods. It was so silent in the cemetery; you couldn’t hear anything past the gates. You saw the last name of your grandparents and you step out of the car. Eddie walks quietly behind you, and you stand in front of the grave. You kick some dead leaves out of the way and kneel. 

Closing your eyes, you take in a deep breath and let it out slowly and open the lid of where her ashes were kept. You immediately notice the plastic bag and pull it up, using your other hand to support the bottom, it was heavy. You stare at the bag, the ash was a light gray, some parts dark, there were some white spots, some big, some small. Upon realizing they were pieces of bone; the bag falls from your hands and bile rises in your throat. You quickly scramble to your feet, gripping your stomach, hunched over as you rush past Eddie. He’s behind you immediately, wrapping his arms around your waist like he did the night she died, and a heartbreaking moan escapes your lungs, followed by a deafening scream. 

His forehead is resting against your back as he holds you. “I got you, baby. I got you.” 

Another wail is pushed out of you, and you sob, it was too much. All of it was too much. “I could’ve…I could’ve saved her.” 

“What?” Eddie says, staring at the back of your head. 

You pull away from his grasp, turning towards him. Your eyes wide, tears streaming down your cheeks. “I read her death certificate, because I needed to know. I needed to know what happened.” 

His face softens, his heart breaks for you. “Oh…sweetheart…”

“Wanna know what I found out?” You let out a laugh, wiping your eyes. “That she had congestive heart failure. For years. Years.” You groan through your teeth. “And they both lied to me about it. They knew she had heart failure, and they didn’t tell me anything. They were doing a quick surgery to remove her appendix; a simple fucking surgery and her heart couldn’t take it! Adults can live with that for years and survive until their nineties. Why was my mother different? Why? She was so full of life, so beautiful and she was ripped away from me! How is that fair? How is any of this fair? She’s in a fucking plastic bag, burnt to a crisp, gone, and if I had known. If I had known she was already dealing with this, I would’ve helped her. I would’ve made sure she changed her diet or got on a medication, or fuck, I would trade places with her! I would rather be dead than looking at her as a pile of ash and bone. If that was the only way to save her, I would do it. I would do it in a fucking heartbeat.”

Eddie’s eyes fill with tears as he watches you, unmoving, his arms at his sides. You put your hand to your forehead, your other hand grips your tummy and your bottom lip trembles. “But I can’t, because I’m here and she’s there. I’m here, I’m still here and she’s not. How does that make sense? How!?” You cry and he comes towards you, pulling you towards his chest in a hug and you try to fight him off. But he held on, he held on so tight your body went limp and your legs give out. Your body shakes with sobs, tears and snot coming out everywhere. He held you in his lap as you cried, gently rocking you and smoothing out your hair. 

“I could’ve saved her.” You mutter.

“You can’t carry that guilt with you, baby.” He tells you softly.

“Yes, I can.” You yell at him stubbornly and you sigh, letting out another sob. “I know I can’t, but she should still be here.” You lift your face to look at him. “Why isn’t she here? Why is she gone? Why!?”

His bottom lip trembles as he wipes your tears away, he shakes his head. “I don’t know. I wish I knew why, too.”

You wipe the snot and tears by the back of your sleeve, sniffling and staring at the still sealed bag of her ashes on the ground. He follows your eyes, resting his chin on top of your head, rubbing your shoulders. 

“What do you want to do?” He whispers to you. 

A broken sob escapes your lungs. “I have…I have to bury her. I can’t just leave her like that.”

Eddie nods against your hair, and looks at you, wiping your tears away. He helps you up and you stare at the grave, and the bag of ashes. You kneel, your hands shaking as you unseal the bag. Eddie sat next to you, his hand on your lower back as you whimper softly, sniffling and trying to blink away the heavy tears. You support the bottom of the bag, shaking it gently and watch as the ash freely falls from the bag and into the small hole. You inhale deeply, your heart hurting, your throat sore, and your shoulders shake as a silent sob goes through you. When the bag was empty, you place it back into the container and push the soil over the hole. You pat it down with your hands, adding more soil until the hole was finally sealed. You took a few wildflowers and baby’s breath from a section of the woods and place it gently on the soil. You knelt there, Eddie at your side, your vision blurred because of the tears, watching the colors of the flowers blend together.  

You shake your head, moving to your feet, taking the box that held her remains with you. You look up at Eddie with sad eyes, hugging the box. “I can’t just throw it away, there’s still residue of her…I can’t just…what do I do with it?”

He cups your cheek. “Take it home with us.” You nod, leaning up to kiss his lips softly. Eddie watches your back as you walk away, seeing the tightness of your shoulders and arms as you hugged the box to your chest. He lets out a shaky breath, following you.

He was suddenly terrified, and he couldn’t figure out as to why. 

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Fandom: MHA(My Hero Academia)

Pairing: Tamaki Amajiki x dom!fem reader

Genre: smut

Tw: use of dildo ,begging ,cursing, pegging,slight degrading only if you squint,usage of "mommy" ,overstimulation and I think that's it.

A/n:srry it short lol :>

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"A-ah fuck m-mommy hah!" Tamaki's moans are like music to your ears. The sounds of clapping and moaning emanating from your shared apartment was sure to get noise complaints from your neighbors but you didn't care.

Tamaki was shaking, whimpering, moaning I mean who could blame him . You continued to piston the didlo into his greedy little hole "your such a slut for mommys cock aren't you" you said to him

"A-ah yes yes p-please fuck me mommy-y, I wanna cum please I've been a good boy pleaseee" he begged. Tamaki HAD been a good boy, sadly you were in the mood for punishment , but its not like you could deny him he asked so nicely.

So you would just have to make him cum over and over again till it hurts. "alright baby be careful what you ask for" fastening your pace you continued to fuck him, your hand reaching down to stroke his cock which might I add was leaking precum already, he was close.

"C-cuming I'm cumming mommy I'm gonna come agh ah-ah mommy!"

"Go ahead darling Cum for mommy".

And with that thick long sticky white strings of cum were released poor thing even curled his toes your hand never stop stroking his already soft dick.Tamaki fell to the bed exhausted. He was trembling and whining a sight you wished you saw daily.

"Ah it's h-hurts please a-hh shit " he moaned. It was too much for the poor thing he didn't even last 1 minute as you continued to thrust into him.

You fucked him for hours making sure that the only thing he could think about was you.I mean tomorrow he would wake up sore with love bites scattered all over his skin.

He won't even be able to walk properly that's how hard you fucked him.But in the end it was worth it

And to be totally honest we both know that Tamaki loves it when you wreck him. ;)

[corn-fanfiction]

SAVIOUR COMPLEX (PT. 2)

Rated: M

TAGS: language/ drunk and disorderly content/ Mark Hoffman being a c*p/ reader is normal and likes to do normal things/Mark is protective bc it's his job but he's also problematic/ because he's a cop

(Pt 1)

The next day, you go into work as normal.

Scratch that- you do everything as normal. Brush your teeth, get dressed, eat a bagel and have some coffee, lock your door as normal.

What is not normal is the car idling outside your apartment. The windows are somewhat tinted, but you can still see the silhouette inside. You grumble, sigh, duck your head. But you still hear the car door open and close as you try to flee.

"Y/n! What the hell are you doing?"

You stop, turn.

"Walking to work. Same as I always do."

"You're in witness protection and you think you're gonna walk 15 minutes to work?"

"What happened to keeping out of each other's way?"

"Get in the car."

Your eyebrows shoot up in shock.

"Excuse me?"

"I'm just trying to do my job. Get in the car."

"Look, whatever happened with you at work is none of my business so don't take it out on me. I'm walking, unless you wanna arrest me I'm not getting in the back of that car."

For a split second you see something flash across his face that you realize is him actually considering it. But he drops his hands from his hips, mutters something, then gets back in his car. You're half worried he'll roll next to you the entire time, but he speeds off, presumably to the restaurant. Whatever, you think. 15 minutes of peace.

You feel a bit more energized by the time you reach work. It's a brisk morning. Smoke curls into the air from a cigarette pinched between the lips of a line cook on a milk crate. He nods to you and smokes to the end of ashes and embers. A bell rings as you enter from the backdoor into the server's alley. You move to your locker, decorated with peeling stickers that had been gifted to you by your previous mentor. When you came in five years ago, you didn't have any stickers for your book or your locker, so you got to pick from the bottom of the bin. A Budweiser bottle, a Limp Bizkit logo, and a Hello Kitty silhouette. Not you at all, but has become you still.

"Y/n!"

You turn. Around the corner, Gerry pokes their head, which is riddled with blue hair and silver piercings. A little younger than you, but you still always thought they were so cool.

"You have a table."

"What?? I haven't even clocked in yet."

Gerry shrugs. "He asked for you."

Your stomach sinks, and you know exactly who is waiting for you.

After you clock in, you fold your apron and fasten it around the front, tucking your book into the pocket. You blow out a puff of air, straighten out your shirt, shake out your hands, then step into the front of house.

Immediately you clock Mark sitting at the corner table of your section. Fury lights you up and you fight the waitressing urge to grab a menu and napkin.

You storm over to him and he looks up from his paper like an asshole.

"No menu?"

"I don't wanna get fired after shoving it up your ass."

“Assaulting a police officer?”

“You can’t be here.”

“It’s my job,” he returns his attention to the paper.

"At the very least, you're taking up a two top."

"I tip."

You scoff. "You're fucking unbelievable."

"Can I get the chicken salad?"

So he's been in here before. Asshole didn't even need the menu.

"White or wheat?"

"Wheat?"

"Toasted?"

"What do you think?"

"Raw, then?"

He smirks and you feel the blood rush to your face. You elect not to respond. He better tip you 200% just for getting on your nerves.

Your other tables are fine. There's one that tips you like shit but you know it won't kill your earnings. And, luckily, Mark does tip well and leaves when he's done. You do get a sense that he's waiting in his car outside. You almost feel bad for the guy. Almost.

And yeah, you know he's only doing his job and he didn't ask for it. But if this is what the first day is like, who knows what you're in for in another month.

God, another month? You should be so unlucky.

Once lunch shift is over and you do tip out, Gerry catches you.

"Hey! I'm pulling a double but do you want to go out tonight?"

You toss the idea around in your head. Gerry is the only one who can get you out of your apartment. Otherwise, you're happily indoors, watching a movie or trying and failing to knit. You also consider the fact that Mark will probably have to sit in the corner grumpily and the idea makes you smirk.

"You know what? Let's do it."

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You know what you're doing.

You know what you're doing and he hates it.

Sure, being at the restaurant was his own, weird little form of entertainment, but at least he bought something and tipped you well, despite your poor attitude. But this is rude. He has important work to be done, and he can't have your little rendezvouses fucking it up. He needs to shake you, and fast. The best he can do is lie low as Jigsaw until they determine you're no longer in any danger. Not that you are, anyway.

That is, as long as you don't keep getting in his way.

You're going out to a bar which, even though he knows you're safe, is still monumentally stupid because you don't know that. And you're all dolled up for some attention.

Mark shakes his head from inside his car. However much you get on his nerves, he's not a misogynist or anything. Yay, you get to go out and look nice doing it. Meanwhile, he has to babysit you. He just hopes your tolerance is high or you don't drink too much. The last thing he wants is to drag your ass out of that bar and tuck you in at home.

Granted, you're not foolish enough to walk this time, but he knows you'd rather eat glass than have him drive you, so your friend from the restaurant picks you up. He follows.

It's not the seediest place ever, but it's definitely not a bar he'd frequent. He gives you and your friend a moment before he follows in behind you. He finds a high-top table and sits. It's not the kind of bar where someone takes orders, so he just sits and watches you.

You do seem looser than before. Your hair is down and your lips are red and your skirt is tight. You're doing shots with the friend from work- the one with the blue hair. A couple of guys come up and offer to buy you two drinks and Mark straightens a little, awareness on higher alert. But you don't seem bothered, so he decides not to worry about it too much.

An hour passes.

You're on your fifth tequila shot with a beer between and he's starting to get worried. Not that he thinks you can't handle yourself, even if you can't, but from the little speech you gave him in his office, it doesn't seem like your usual evening. Maybe that's a good thing, but he still keeps a watchful eye on you.

Another hour passes.

He glances at his watch impatiently. When he looks back up, you're wobbling over to him and he shifts, ready to balance you or walk you to the car.

"At ease, detective," you slur with a mock salute. "Gerry's taking me home when we're done, so you can skeedadle."

Mark scoffs. "Gerry may be taking you home, not that they seem in any position to be driving, but I leave when you leave. Just act like I'm not here."

"Well, your glaring is scaring people away. I'm having a hard time enjoying myself when you're staring every suitor down like you're my possessive boyfriend or something."

Jesus, is that what she really thinks? Mark wonders. That he's trying to drive people away from you?

"Just doing my job, sweetheart."

The pet name slips out between his lips before he has the good sense to bite it back. He hides his genuine surprise with himself with a sneer.

"And what a shit job it is," you mutter. "Not even gonna buy a drink?"

"I'm on the clock."

"You look like a fuckin' narc, dude."

"Probably because I don't want any drunk assholes to bother me."

You give it a moment to sink in, then scoff, then turn away, heading back to the bar. He hadn't meant it like that, not exactly, anyway. Oh well. It got you to leave him alone.

A third hour.

Mark decides this isn't healthy behavior, because at this point you're going to get alcohol poisoning or something, especially judging by your shit tolerance level. He also just wants to go home and sleep. Fuck his night job, he's tired.

He stands and comes up behind you and Gerry, tapping the bartop between them. Gerry sees him first.

"Ugh, get lost, creep!"

Mark ignores them and turns to you. "I think it might be time to go."

You roll your eyes and the action makes you dizzy. "Fuck you, Hoffman. You're not my fucking mother. If this is how I want to spend my evening, let me."

"I wouldn't give a shit except it's my job to make sure you're safe, and right now your sense of self-preservation has gone out the window."

Gerry looks between the two of you. "Y/n, do you know this guy?"

You blow a raspberry at your drink. "Unfortunately. It's a long story. I'll tell you once he leaves." You shoot daggers at Mark.

Mark sighs, braces his hands on his hips. "Don't be difficult. Remember, I'm a cop. I got no problem hauling you out of here."

You gawk at him. "Do you want to lose your job, golden-boy? Cause that's not how you get back on the team with the other big kids."

You're really grinding on his nerves now. He's actually trying to help you and you're too drunk to know it.

"Okay, that's enough."

Mark makes the mistake of taking you by the bicep and you shrug him off with a surprising amount of strength, but it still takes you out of your seat.

"Get the fuck offa me!" you hiss. The look in your eyes spells out danger and the willingness to make a scene, so he puts up his hands.

"Just come outside, then."

"Hey, buddy. We got a problem, here?"

Mark turns and behind him stands one of the two men that had been hanging around you earlier. Fuck. People are starting to quiet down and watch what's turning into a show. Mark curses himself.

"No problem. Just helping the lady."

"Well maybe she doesn't want your help."

The man steps closer. He's taller than Mark, sure, but also buzzed and therefore too disoriented to really threaten any damage.

Still, Mark needs to diffuse the situation.

"Look, why don't you and your friends go get another drink and let me do my job, alright?"

Mark turns back to face you but the man lands a hand on his shoulder, and when Mark turns around again there's a fist coming for his face. On a sober day Mark would not be faster than this guy but the alcohol has made the stranger sluggish, so Mark is able to catch his fist, twist his arm, and slam the guy's face against the bartop. The bar has gone dead quiet. Mark retireves his badge.

"Detective Mark Hoffman, LCPD," he says to the crowd. Then, to the man he says lowly, "Now, go get sobered up and we'll call this a friendly misunderstanding, hm?"

The man nods frantically and Mark lets him up, shaking off some wayward tequila that the ruckus has spilled. When Mark looks around for you, you're gone, along with Gerry.

"Fuck," he mutters, and sprints out the front door.

You are crouched down, back to the brick of the building as Gerry runs a comforting hand across your back. Mark spots you and approaches.

When you see him you stand and move back.

"Get the fuck away from me, you psycho!"

"He was starting something he couldn't finish so I took care of it. Are you ready to go home, now?"

"Fuck you, pig!"

Gerry comes to stand between you two.

"Okay, let's all cool off for a second. Now does anyone want to tell me what the fuck is happening?"

Mark sighs. He doesn't want to explain himself to anybody else, but if it gets you back to your apartment, he'll do it.

"I'm a cop. She knows me. I've been assigned her case. Now, could we please get in my car so I can drive you both home?"

Gerry looks between the two of you. Begrudgingly, you nod.

"Fine," Gerry says. "But I need to hear more."

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Gerry is passed out in your bed. You two have known each other for so long that sharing it isn't a problem at all, and you want them to be comfortable. They were content with the explanation you and Hoffman both were able to offer.

Now, you and Hoffman are on your couch. You have a glass of water in your hand and he's loosened his tie. You both look worse for wear.

"I'm sorry that happened, really. I know you don't like this situation, I don't either. But he put his hands on me."

"You can't just dislocate someone's shoulder because they touch you," you mutter. "Fuckin' cops get away with anything."

"Like I said, I'm sorry. Hopefully he's gonna go home and sleep it off. Better than spending a night in a cell. Speaking of," he stands and groans. "I'm probably gonna go home now. I think I've caused enough trouble."

You watch him with tired, puffy eyes as he goes for his coat.

"I know it's late. You...want to sleep here? Sofa's not great or anything. I don't know how long your drive is..."

You have no idea why you offer it in the first place. You don't like him. He doesn't like you.

But...

Maybe there's something to be said about him taking his job so seriously, even if it inconveniences you. And his apology did seem genuine. And if he really wanted to be a dick, he could've thrown that guy in jail.

Not that it excuses any of it. But still. It's late.

Mark watches you carefully as you go over all this in your head. But he finishes putting on his coat and straightens out the collar.

"Thanks, but I really should go. And you should get some sleep."

"You too. You look like shit."

He laughs. "Well. Goodnight."

"Don't punch any more drunk people."

"I won't."

He leaves. You shuffle up from the couch to lock the door behind him. Your fingers pry between the blinds and you watch as he goes down the sidewalk to his car. Unlocking it, he spots your eyes and gives you one last wave- and he's smiling. You find yourself waving back. Maybe it's the sleepiness or the drunkness. Maybe it doesn't matter. You hate Mark Hoffman, but maybe you hate him a little less than yesterday.

Maybe you'll hate him less tomorrow.

But probably not.

[ilygetou]

LUNCH BREAK — Getō Suguru.

suguru decided to fuck you inside the classroom while everyone else is out during lunch break <3

pairing: boyfriend! getō suguru x fem! reader.

cw. creampie, semi-public sex, this gets right into the smut, teasing, attempts of dirty talk, lots of pet names, slightly man handle, he fucks you against the wall, short n’ sweet.

note. sex scene isn’t that much detailed cause i wrote this in less than five minutes so it’s pretty short <\3

His cock was deep inside your warm heat, your chest pressed against him as he continued slowly jolting his hips towards you, your back pressed against the wall, and suguru’s hands were placed on both of your ass cheeks.

You were letting out low whines and whimpers at your boyfriend’s slow pace, begging and pleading for him to increase his pace but your words fell into deaf ears, suguru continued his teasing, slow pace.

“suguru, p-please! can’t anymore — wanna cum!” a chuckle escaped getō, he placed a small kiss on your parted lips before a small smirk formed on his lips, “yeah? well, how much do you want it? huh? tell me, angel, how much?” you held in a sob, a muffled whimper escaped you before you tried to get your words together.

“so much, so so much — p-please! I want to cum so badly, suguru!” you managed to say, getō hummed in response, he slowly started fastening his pace, his thick cock making you bite onto his shoulder, trying to hold in your moans.

Getō let’s out a hiss, “fuck — let out your voice baby, no one’s here” you slowly let go of his shoulders, letting out your moans freely. His thrusts were fast and rough, his cock dragging along your gummy walls, forcing his cock deeper within your warm cunt. His tip was hitting all your sweet spots making your eyes roll back, head went blank and fuzzy, too fucked out to think.

Suguru’s cock was splitting you open, making you only think about how hard and fast he was fucking you.

“a-ah! feels —!” your words were slurred, not having the energy to form a sentence. “hm? feels what, darling? tell me” you let out a quiet sob, holding in your whimpers before trying to speak up again. “f-feels so…—”

You were once again cut off by a thrust of your boyfriend’s hips, his cock was so warm and big inside you, “what was that? use your words properly” getō leaned into you and gave you a quick peak, grinning into the kiss.

“f-feels soo goood, suguru!” you finally managed to say, getō chuckled — “yeah? well i can give you more, but sadly breaks about to be over, they’re gonna come back” you let out a desperate sob — “noo..! pleaseplease want more!”

getō’s pace was mercilessly fast, giving you what you wanted, hitting your g-spot repeatedly. Making you let out loud moans of his name, “don’t get too comfortable sweetheart, they may come in here in any minute now” he was talking about your classmates. getō kept jolting his hips against yours — leaning to kiss you, his lips messily brushing against your lips. You kept moaning into the kiss, his cock twitching inside you as your walls clenched around his length.

A cuss escaped getō muttering something about how he’s close, “a-ah! c-close!” you moaned out, your legs quivering slightly before you came around the base of your boyfriend's cock, milking his dick dry.

Getō quickly picked you up and placed you on one of the tables, his cock still inside you, your walls clenched around his dick one more time before Getō’s cock twitched once again, his pace slowly slowing down — hips shaking before a warm string of cum filled you, getō let out a loud groan before pulling out of you.

You laid on the table, letting out low pants n grunts, your eyes a bit teary and your makeup completely messed up — getō stared at you with a small smile before loud laughter and muffled voices started getting close.

“shit, baby can you move? ’s getting late, we should hurry up or we might get caught.”

[remusslove]

We neeeeeed part two babessss

Mommy’s money p.2~ regulus black and James potter

Part 1

A/n: I’m so sorry for the wait everyone! I swore I posted it after I was done but when I checked it wasn’t there so I had to rewrite it :(

Includes: smut, strap referred to as cock, blow!job, degrading kink, praise kink, choking kink, slapping kink, spanking kink, mafia!reader, dom!reader, sub!james, sub!regulus, poly!relationship, and aftercare

“Mommy I’m close!” Regulus moaned, feeling the knot in his stomach tighten. James on the other hand, couldn’t even form words.

“C-close m-mommy” James stuttered feeling his high coming as he rode your thigh. His eyes were screwed shut as his mouth was opened just enough for you to hear his pretty moans.

Regulus’s tears streamed down his face and onto your shirt as he hid his face into your shoulder. “Come for me my loves.” Was all you said.

And that’s all the needed to hear. After a few more thrusts they both came feeling absolute euphoria wash down their spine.

You let them ride out their highs as they were both panting heavily occasionally letting out whimpers.

“Thank you mommy” James said resting his head on your chest. “You welcome doll, but I’m not done with you two yet”

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Regulus whined feeling the tip of your cock rubbing against his hole.

Oh how he couldn’t wait until you fucked the shit out of him. “I want you to suck Jamie off as I fuck you” you ordered him. He nodded much to your dislike.

You gave him a rough slap across the cheek making him stop himself from letting out a moan. “Words slut.” He bit his lip before letting out a quick “yes mommy”.

You pushed your cock into him slowly as he began kitty licking the tip of James’s dick. James let out a moan arching his back at the feeling.

Without warning you pushed into him all the way as your hand wrapped around his throat. The other one already had a tight grip on his hip so tight it would definitely leave a mark.

You loved marking up your sluts as much as you could. They both loved it in the heat of the moment but always hide their faces in embarrassment whenever your men stared at their necks filled with the hickeys you gave them.

“Mommy deeper please” regulus begged causing a smirk to form on your face. “Fucking whore always wanting my cock hm?” you asked him before thrusting the rest of your cock in his hole.

You gave him a slap on the ass seeing his hole take your cock in with such ease.

James was letting out strings of moans and whimpers as he felt regulus’s moan bounce onto his dick.

A grin formed on your lips as you thought of an idea. You moved your hand that was squeezing his throat roughly to his hair and tugged on it making him take James’s dick in his mouth entirely.

He gagged as his eyes filled up with tears once again. He bobbed his head on James’s dick trying his best to make James cum. He knew if James wasn’t about to climax by the time he was, then you wouldn’t let him.

James screamed at his action gripping the sheets so tight his knuckles turned pale.

You fastened your pace at a new angle hitting regulus’s prostate with every thrust. Regulus moaned loudly as his hand involuntarily grabbed the white sheet beneath him.

You gave him a harsh slap on his ass making him moan at your roughness.

“s-Slow down!” Regulus begged you in between moans. He couldn’t focus on sucking James off with you pounding into him mercilessly. He couldn’t focus on anything actually, your insults already clogged up all his thoughts.

“Shut the fuck up and take it regulus”

He shuddered at you words before leaning down to suck James off once again. James was babbling thank you’s before thrusting into regulus’s mouth.

They were both absolute messes. James was sobbing at the over stimulating pressure he was receiving from regulus. He couldn’t talk even if you asked him to. His legs were shaking with desire to cum again. Jesus fucking Christ he was absolutely destroyed.

Regulus on the other hand probably would not be able to walk for the rest of the week,but he’ll complain about that later. Right now he’s just worried on reaching his high.

You completely stopped your actions making regulus collapse on the large bed in despair. “W-why did you stop I was s-so c-close” he questioned you, his voice laced with whines.

“Switch postitions with James.” Was all you said pulling out.

They quickly swtitched postions and now James was on all fours wanting to impress his mommy in hopes she would treat him like a worthless whore.

You chuckled at his enthusiasm placing you hands on both sides of his waist. “Be a good boy and let Reggie cum into your mouth mkay?” You said as he nodded feeling your cock slowly push into him.

Oh god how he missed this feeling.

You started thrusting into him at a slow pace as he leaned down to suck regulus’s needy cock. James loved sucking you guys off. He loved the feeling of his throat being violated as tears would freely stream down his face.

Regulus let out a groan before tugging James’s pretty little curls encouraging him to take all of his throbbing cock which was already spilling precum.

James eyes were already puffy and red from the first round of sex you guys had but his eyes still filled up with tears anyway.

“Such a pretty little angel” you praised him watching drool leak down his chin.

“C-close! wanna come please mommy!” Regulus begged you with no shame laced in his voice.

“You can come once James does.” You said simply causing him to let out a loud sob as his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

Luckily for him james was mere seconds from cumming as well. And he did. Strings of cum shot out with dick and onto his tummy. You smiled at how much he came. Regulus came as well whispering chants of thank you’s.

“You did so good for me my loves” you praised them as they whined in overstimulation.

You pulled out of James before walking into the bathroom. You came out seconds later with a wash cloth. You wiped regulus’s cum off James face as James smiled at you with so much admiration.

His eyes were still hazy causing you to chuckle since you knew he was still stuck in his clingy subspace. You placed a kiss on his forehead before wiping his tummy off as well.

Regulus let out a tiny yawn making you coo. “Take a nap my babies” you said pressing a kiss on his forehead as well. He smiled warmly before cuddling James. James giggled hugging him back.

You placed your blanket over them as you climbed into bed. They both smiled at you closing their eyes.