#CONDOM CLOUD

[condomcloud]

CONDOM CLOUD | Remounting the 1995 performance for Art AIDS America (5:17 min)

December 3 | 2016 | Alphawood Foundation | 2401 N. Halsted Street

Condom Cloud is a performance art piece created and performed by Joseph Ravens that captures the artist at a time when he was grappling with feelings of fear, anger, shame, and loss during the AIDS epidemic. Sculptural costume defines a protagonist who struggles to survive his own impending annihilation.

Photos: Video Stills

[darkcloudsatnight]

Chat

Me and my brother and my mom went to spirit Halloween yesterday

And saw this

😋

[reignpage]

State of Affairs

ꕤ Ever wondered how the room looks after a whole night of fun with each jjk men?

Gojo

ꕤ Scent: Fruity due to the strawberry mochi lube you used. How did he get strawberry mochi flavoured lube? He's Gojo Satoru; don't worry about it. There's an underlying saltiness in the air, more from his cum which stains the sheets, than anything else. It's an intoxicating smell reminding both of you of all the dirty things you got up to, and one sniff the morning after is all Satoru needs to get going again.

ꕤ Messiness: The mess is all over the house. Pots and pans on the floor in the kitchen, tower of rolls of tissue paper knocked over, towels on the floor, in the bathroom, throw pillows torn open with the stuffing all over the ground in the living room, and there are handprints and oily residue all over the windows, tables and walls. The party had spread to all the rooms in the house and ended in your bedroom.

ꕤ Toys: Quite fond of anal, there are beads hanging around somewhere, thoroughly used and thoroughly traumatised. Despite knowing how easily he could get out of them, fluffy handcuffs, broken in two, are on the bed — one on your ankle and the other on Satoru's wrist.

ꕤ Positioning: Spread eagle, Satoru's gangly limbs threaten to push you completely off the bed. He's got a foot shoved up your ass and a fist to your face, taking up more than three quarters of the space with the blankets kicked off, leaving you cold and shivering. Eventually, he'll groggily wake up at the crack of dawn, yawn and stretch, and then grin. He thinks you've never looked prettier still swollen from the night before and completely relaxed. Wrapping an arm around your waist, he pulls you into him and spoons you from behind, burying his nose into your hair.

Geto

ꕤ Scent: Oddly enough, there's not a strong overwhelming scent of sex. There's a tanginess to the air, for sure, but the clearest scent comes from the cigarette he's smoking or has just smoked, wafting in from the balcony. It also just smells like his precious hair mask.

ꕤ Messiness: Mildly messy, your shared room has certainly seen better days. Clothes are strewn haphazardly all over the floor, used condoms either just about hanging off the rim of the nearby trash can or lying at the foot of it, on account of Suguru throwing without looking, intent on keeping his eyes on you, devouring your beautiful expressions. The sheets are carefully placed on top of your body, shielding you from the coldness. Don't be fooled though — if someone shined a black light on the room, it'd look like a crime scene.

ꕤ Toys: A blindfold...folded neatly on the bedside table.

ꕤ Positioning: He's lying on his back with you tucked into his side, snoozing. Absentmindedly and unable to sleep, he pats your head, feeling comforted by your warmth. You've got a leg thrown over his, warm and wet pussy pressed to his thigh. He grinds it ever so slightly against your cunt and smiles softly when you moan in your sleep.

Choso

ꕤ Scent: There's a thick, toxic cloud of sex suffocating anyone who's unfortunate enough to wander in. It smells of pussy juice, dried salty cum, sweat from a marathon runner, and a wild mix of all sorts of flavoured lube.

ꕤ Messiness: Super messy. Disastrous even. Bottles of lube spill on the floor, on the bed, and on the bedside table. Clothes are all over the place, panties covering a plushie, boxers in a glass of water, blankets on the floor, and bedsheet clinging to just one corner of the bed. Scrunched up tissues cover the floor like rose petals on Valetine's Day. So do the used condoms. The legs of the bed have given up and the mattress has slid ever so slightly on the floor, completely soaked and unusable. There are even polaroid pictures of you scattered across the room, some stained with cum and the others just soaked through.

ꕤ Toys: Literal stuffed toys were used. The nose of your teddy bear is soaked...

ꕤ Positioning: Having fallen asleep in the sixty-nine position, your head is at his dick, balls up your nose, and his chin pokes at your pussy. He has a hand groping your ass in his sleep, drool down his chin and nose twitching. Still asleep, his senses lead him to the delicious scent he keeps smelling, lazily making out with your pussy again, making mhm noises.

Toji

ꕤ Scent: Dirty. Dirty. Dirty. It smells like someone was thoroughly fucked. It smells like tears, a flood of cum, and no regrets. There's nothing clumsy about the scent — no spilled lube or fancy, experimental condoms. This is man and woman meeting in the most raw way. Au natural baby.

ꕤ Messiness: Contained chaos, one could say. It's messy but only in the places you had sex at, which to be fair was...everywhere. Your clothes are all ripped up, so are your panties, and they hang like streamers on the lamps, on desks and drawers, even on picture frames of your family. Sorry Mom (I'd say 'Sorry Dad' too but let's be honest, if you're a Toji kinda girl, you probably don't have one). The thinnest condoms man could invent have been used and no attempts to throw them out have been made. In fact, you're pretty sure at some point, he made you suck on one of them...

ꕤ Toys: Again, au natural. Bay. Bee. The toys he used were those beefy arms of his, choking you into making slutty confessions like, you'll never want any other cock than his or how you want to be filled with his cum 24/7 in all your holes.

ꕤ Positioning: Toji's lying on his back, one hand on his balls and the other holding you to him. You're facing away, cuddling up on the arm he's wrapped around you just so he can hold a tit, jiggling it whilst asleep like the weight keeps him grounded. It's a great position to wake up in actually because then he can lift one of your legs and insert himself from behind.

Nanami

ꕤ Scent: Floral. It smells like heaven. No, really. He lit some candles to set the scene, not that he needed to, but he just wanted to find a time to use it. It barely covers up the smell of sex though— the kind of sex no married couple has. Just one sniff tells the story of two people filled with so much love and adoration fucking like they absolutely hate each other's guts.

ꕤ Messiness: Not very messy at all. The mess is mostly contained to the bed. The rest of the room is untouched — Kento never let you out of bed, not even for a second, not to pee or eat, and certainly not to take a break. Moreover, because no condoms had been used, most of the mess has pooled between your legs. Thankfully, your sweet husband remembered just how much you hate cleaning up so he kept you plugged all night with his fingers. It'll be a waste otherwise, he thought. Eventually, when you're both ready to start the day, he'll do all the clean up, starting with his tongue on your pussy.

ꕤ Toys: Does a costume count as a toy? Well, he did use a vibrator on you at one point. But the main event had really been the maid costume you put on, fit with a collar he couldn't stop looking at. It had stayed on for most of the time, the skirt flipped over your hips so he can ram inside you and hear the slapping of skin. By morning time, it was soaked in sweat and cum and hanging by a thread, barely covering any inch of skin.

ꕤ Positioning: You're cuddling into each other, his chin resting on top of your head, your face in his chest, legs tangled and arms holding each other tight. From the sight alone, none would know the nasty bumping and grinding your bodies had gotten up to the night before.

Sukuna

ꕤ Scent: Like something had been burnt the whole night. It almost smells like incense, with the smoke and subtle scent of sweet musk permeating the air. Overpowering and overwhelming, the entire hallway estate would have to be cleared like the radiation could somehow burn the servants' skin.

ꕤ Messiness: At this point, it's not messiness but rather complete and utter devastation. No furniture was spared. The entire decor would have to be replaced by expert renovators. There are holes in walls, dents in the floor, glass shattered on every surfaces, the bed looks like it's been disassembled by a giant baby, and there are scorch marks as far as the eye can see in every room, on every wall, and in every corner. It looks like the whole estate had been used as a rage room.

ꕤ Toys: A tangle of red rope hangs from the ceiling, just as you had been the night before. He doesn't care for vibrators (annoying little things) or handcuffs (useless inventions and if you wanted to be restrained so badly, he can, and does, use two of his four arms to keep your limbs tied up).

ꕤ Positioning: You're lying on him, using him as a bed, in the garden. One of his hands cradles your head, another is petting your back, one cups your ass, and the last is fitting his cock back inside your pussy. He's warm and was able to shield you from the cold of the outdoors and best believe his malevolent aura was warding off any bugs. The sun is rising and Sukuna curses it, irritated by the fact that its bright light will rouse you from slumber, but at least, he supposes, he can devour you all over again.

[sugucide]

Hiromi Higuruma doesn’t realise, at first, that he’s got a breeding kink.

Fatherhood isn’t a heaven-sent calling for him, he keeps condoms in his wallet and half the time pulls out anyways just to be safe. The thought of breeding you out, impregnating you, being a kink of his never crossed his mind.

Not until one night after a few drinks, Hiromi has got you on the kitchen counter and is clumsily snapping his hips into yours. The drinks in your systems damn your reservations, Hiromi got you squeezing around his cock without protection, and he loves the feeling. You’re so warm and tight and fit him so perfectly inside of you that he wants to brand you as his and be able to see the receipt of his lust.

Pull out; it keeps repeating in his head, a warning. He has to tap into his years of building self restraint to finally start pulling out of you once his visions blurring and balls are tightening with what feels like one of his most intense orgasms ever. However, just as he’s about to follow through and release on your stomach, your legs wrap around his waist and hold him inside of you. Your gaze meets his, desperate.

“Finish inside, please.”

Your words are psychedelic, he lolls over and tucks his head into the crook of your neck and bites as he cums, overwhelmed by the feeling of finishing inside of you. Images flashing through his mind, of you swollen and pretty and a reminder of his claim on you. He’s breeding you like a whore and loving on you like you’re already married to him.

It takes a long while for Hiromi to calm himself enough to pull out of you, though the sight he’s met with is enough to get him hard again. His cum spilling out of you, wasted anywhere besides deep in your womb. He shakes his head, clouded again by ravenous instinct, and meets your gaze.

He’s going to fuck his cum back into you :)

[leonsgfpost]

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: You let your boyfriend cum inside you for the first time.

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: DI!Leon (or Leon RE4) x fem!reader, creampie, unprotected sex, wild Leon, slight mention of breeding perversion.

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: It's something that crossed my mind, this man has me bad 🙏🏻

Leon feels like he's in heaven, dizzy, sweaty and with his eyes closed, seeing colors. Like he's really floating, and only because he's ramming your pretty pussy with need. Her pretty pussy. His hands are on either side of your head, he only needs his body to pin you against the sweaty sheets. His lunges jolt your body enough to shake the bed.

"Look at you, my pretty girl taking it so good..." He said between breathless gasps, and you opened your clouded eyes so you could look up at him, grinning dumbly at his words. But he wasn't even looking at you, he was watching your pussy open up around his wet cock. Yeah, Leon was getting kind of nasty.

And though he loved your pussy, and every inch of you. And what you were giving him, like the time you took the condom off for the first time and let him fuck you raw. Every time he sank into you, wetly and slowly he felt alive. But he couldn't help but want more, lust for more.

Leon is a greedy man.

You had not yet given him the honor of filling your pussy, of leaving you creamy and plump inside. He would never do anything against your word, so every time he got close he would come out and cum hard on your belly or your thighs. Even though it felt good, I knew it would feel better to be able to bury his dick and let it explode inside you. But he couldn't do it, not yet.

"Lee, Leon-!" you moaned loudly, dizzy in the ecstasy of his cock exploring every delicious corner of your insides. His head slapping your cervix, his hips slapping yours until your skin was red. It was definitely Leon's favorite sight, you beneath him with a sweaty face, your tits bouncing happily and your hips rising to chase his awkwardly.

"Baby, can I-?" he asked, burying his face in your neck letting out gasps that were starting to morph into animalistic moans. From the way his voice was becoming shaky and his hips were stumbling in their rhythm, he was so close.

"Please, let me... Let me do it." Leon's pride shifted to the side, that strong man taking on nuclear monsters was no match for your pussy. He could die if you denied him the paradise between your legs. And you know it.

"What?" you asked, in the midst of overwhelming pleasure and the sensation of your orgasm beginning to form, ready to burst as easily as a bubble.

"Inside, I want to do it Inside. A baby, let's make a baby-" His words came out in babbles, in between wet kisses he planted on your neck trying to distract himself from how his cock jerked inside you, begging for the release he was holding back. And when you were as dumb as he was, it only took his fingers around your quivering clit for you to quickly agree.

"I want to hear you, I need it, I..." He whispered, moving his kisses up your jaw and keeping the motion of his fingers on your clit, listening to you moan desperately beneath him.

"C-Cum inside, I want it inside." You affirmed in that sweet tone you used only for him. Mixed with long, euphoric moans, arching your back. Your center burned around him, his onslaught creating the most lascivious sounds you'd ever heard. Those words ignited something inside him. Finally, finally his little fantasy was coming true.

He pulled away a little, grabbing the back of your thighs to lift them and let out a grunt as he felt your walls tighten further around him. He was losing his mind. His hips moving in a wild, animalistic rhythm.

"I'm going to fill you up so good, baby." It sounded like a promise, you knew he was going to do it. His blunt nails digging into your skin, trying to hold on to something as he felt his dick quivering inside your walls, closing around his length.

"Come on, come on... Come for me, I want to feel you." His husky, raw tone of pure need finally brought you to orgasm. Your velvety walls clenched around him tightly, as if you wanted to extricate his dick. His breath caught as he felt your tight grip as if you were begging to be filled silly.

But relax, that's what he was going to do.

"God, baby-ah, you're tight me so good." He murmured dropping his head back, closing his eyes and relaxing his jaw with pleasure. His hips quivered, causing his to lose his rhythm.

You would look so pretty, your swollen pussy and his cum spurting out of your hole that was a portal to paradise. The image and the feeling of your wet walls around him was what drove him to madness.

"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck-!" he moaned over and over, ramming with each curse until potent, strong strands of semen exploded inside you, filling you with as much eagerness as he had wanted. He never would have imagined it would feel so good, so alive. His onslaught gradually slowed to a stop, panting heavily as his cock gave you all he had to offer. His eyes lowered to your pussy, withdrawing only to glowering at his work of art. His mess.

His fingers moved down to open the swollen lips of your pussy and watch his thick cum seep out of your weeping hole. He smirked, lifting his eyes finally.

"This pretty pussy deserves another load, Honey." He stated, beginning to rub his semi-hard cock up and down your quivering slit. Little did you know that you aroused the most primal, possessive side of the man who looked at you as if he wanted to devour you.

Because, oh, Leon is a really greedy man.

Let me know if you liked it, and please ignore if you see any mistakes 🫶🏻💕

(💌) bye, bye !

[whatudowhennooneseesyou]

𝑶𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅

Pairing: Vampire Bang Chan x sub fem!reader

Content Includes: DUB-CON, DARK FIC!!! blood play, kidnapping, mind manipulation, spit play, unprotected sex (he's a vampire so condoms aren't needed you know?), aphrodisiacs, biting, oral (fem receiving), jealous and possessive sex, praise, body worship, aftercare, bath sex, kissing, 18+

Word Count: 3K

It's pretty soft in it's dynamics honestly but the underlying themes are incredibly toxic and unhealthy so this is your final warning, this fic will not be for everyone.

You weren’t sure how long you’d been here—days, weeks? Time blurred together in the dim, lavish bedroom where Bang Chan kept you. The first days had been filled with resistance: pounding on the door, screaming for help, and refusing to eat. But Bang Chan had been patient, his eyes glinting with that quiet, obsessive resolve as he whispered promises that you would come to love him, that he’d make you see he was the only one who could care for you properly.

The last time you tried to run, he’d found you halfway down the staircase, dragging you back to this room as if you weighed nothing. That night, he’d fed you his blood for the first time, his lips pressed to your mouth as you resisted, his voice low and commanding. "Drink," he had said. "You’ll feel better. I promise."

You hated how right he’d been. The warmth of his blood coursing through you had sent a dizzying, molten pleasure straight to your core. It had softened every sharp edge of your defiance, leaving you pliant, your mind clouded with a hazy need for him.

Now, when the door creaked open, your heart skipped—not with fear but anticipation. Even as your mind rebelled, your body craved him, craved the dizzying ecstasy his blood brought.

Bang Chan stepped inside, his dark, predatory eyes drinking you in as you sat curled up on the bed. He looked as though he’d been pacing outside, his sleeves rolled up with his shirt undone at the collar, his hair a tousled mess, the remnants of blood on his lips and his mangled eye reflecting in the moonlight.

"Are you still sulking, baby?" he murmured, his voice low and almost tender. "Haven’t I given you everything?"

You didn’t answer, but your gaze betrayed you, flicking to the faint scar on his wrist. He caught the movement immediately, a slow, knowing smile spreading across his lips.

"You need me, don’t you?" he asked, approaching the bed with the careful intensity of a predator cornering its prey. "Even when you try to fight it, you feel it—the pull. My blood running through you, tying you to me."

Which was the point to all this wasn't it? For what could a man who can't be alone yet be sentenced to a lone eternity do?

He had to make you depend on him, feed off him, make you addicted to the aphrodisiac running through his veins, fill the void of emptiness in his dormant heart and replace it with your blood, your moans, your aching cunt and eventually...hopefully, your love and care.

Even if he had to force it, manipulate, take it.

You were the only thing he desired yet couldn't own entirely in his aimless, monotonous world.

He climbed onto the bed, his body caging you in as he cupped your face with one hand. His thumb brushed over your lips, and you shivered under his touch.

"Let me take care of you," he whispered, his voice trembling with need. "Let me give you everything you’ll ever desire."

He kissed you then, his lips soft but insistent, coaxing a response from you even as your mind screamed to resist. His hands slid down your body, peeling away the thin fabric of your oversized t-shirt to expose your skin to his hungry gaze.

"You’re so perfect," he murmured, his lips trailing down your neck, leaving a searing path of kisses, each leaving a crimson mark on your skin. "Every inch of you belongs to me. No one else will ever touch you, taste you, or even look at you."

He bit into his wrist without hesitation, his blood welling up in dark, crimson drops. Instead of pressing it to your lips, he leaned down, capturing your mouth with his. The metallic tang of his blood mixed with the heat of his kiss as he spat it into your mouth, his tongue chasing the last drops.

You moaned in euphoria at the taste of it, your tongue lapping at his bottom lip as your body became tingly with arousal and need, a burning heat pooling at your core and flowing to every limb and fibre of your being.

A firm hand wrapped around your neck and tilted you up so you were staring at Bang Chan who's eyes were deep and shadowed and held an unsettling combination of adoration and dominance, a bottomless pit of longing and control that promised he’d never let you go.

"Swallow," he commanded, his voice rough with desire.

You obeyed, your body shivering as the warm, heady rush of his blood spread through your veins. The haze returned instantly, a fog of contentment and submission that made you pliant under his touch.

"That’s it," he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear, hand slowly releasing. "Feel how much you need me. Feel how good it is to give in to me."

You could only whimper in response, your eyes becoming glassy from receiving your daily fix- too fucked out to notice his smirk as Bang Chan kissed his way down your skin, unbuttoning his shirt as he does so.

By the time he was finished with your torso, your skin was covered in shades of pomegranate and crimson, your nipples swollen and kiss-bruised, you were a canvas for his all too-consuming desires. Your marked flesh returned to blank perfection by the healing powers of his blood, which only provided the permission he needed to claim you again.

He removed his shirt, letting it fall to the ground as you gazed in awe at his torso, untainted and marble-toned under the moonlight. His hands moved between your thighs, spreading them apart as you lay pliant for him. His mouth is pressed against your skin in the softest of kisses before puncturing the skin with his fangs, his eyes lidded in a complete state of pleasure as he drank from you.

You barely had time to recover and notice the pain before his tongue lapped at your core with an unrelenting intensity that left you gasping.

"You taste like my redemption," he groaned, his voice muffled against you, his tongue drawing circles and suckling on your clit at an inhuman pace. "My heaven. And you’ll never need anyone but me."

The pleasure built quickly, your body trembling under his expert touch. Just as you reached the edge, he pulled back, his lips glistening with blood and your slick as he looked up at you.

"I won't let you cum yet until I've been satiated by the warm, sweet, wet cunt of yours." He speaks as he undresses, removing his pants and shoes so he is fully nude, his muscles tense and cock hard and aching from how close he was about to enter into his paradise.

His fingers gently brush down the side of your face as he hovers over you, pushing your legs apart with his knee so he could slot between them, running his fingers down the sides of your body before pulling your knees up and around his waist.

There was no light apart from the essence of the moon streaming through the bare window so he was a shadow of your darkest fears and deepest cravings but he could see all of you, crave you, lavish at your beauty.

And it angered him to his core that he could never truly own you, that you couldn't be truly his unless you offered yourself to him freely.

"You’re mine," he said, his voice raw and filled with dark heat as he pushed into you, filling you completely.

Your nails dug into his shoulders as he moved inside you, his thrusts deep and desperate, his hands gripping your waist as if he feared you might vanish beneath him.

Bang Chan always entered you without any type of preparation, he was so cold and you were so warm, breathing fire into him from the outside in, the first push into your tight, warm and wet heat had him teetering on the edge of his orgasm every, single time.

For you however, it would have been painful without the blood but with it alighting you with flames from the inside and out, the stretch of him filling you and settling so perfectly inside of you was enough for your body to shake and tremble from how close you were to eternal bliss, your loud moans filling the room as your nails raked down his back, pulling him closer to you.

"Yes, mark me, scrape your nails down my back, make me feel alive again," the words were laced with a gravelly husk, his voice breaking. "Say you’ll always need me. Say you’ll love me the way I love you."

"I’ll never leave," you whispered, the words spilling from your lips without hesitation.

"Good girl," he groaned, his forehead pressing against yours as his thrusts grew erratic. "You’re my good girl. Always."

His thrusting slowed to light grinding as he bit his wrist again, tearing open the barely healed wound with his fangs as the blood pooled from his mouth, streaming down his chin and dripping over your chest as you sensually opened your mouth to receive the drug in its purest form, swallowing and gulping all that you craved as Bang Chan pushed the essence further into your mouth, ensuring every part of your mouth and teeth were covered with his tongue.

You could feel his cock pulsing inside of you from this intimate act, an exchange of life force, a life he desperately wanted to give you and a life you can live with if it means feeling like this every day.

His thrusts grew faster again, his hips snapping against yours as he balanced himself on his arms, his right hand moving down your abdomen, leaving streaks of blood in their wake as his fingers nestled against your clit, his face shining with pride at your enthusiasm and pleading whines to finish.

"You're getting tired aren't you?" Bang Chan cooed at you in a slightly mocking tone, his eyes flashing a hint of mischief as he maintained his pace, not even breathless or a hair out of its place.

"I'll let you rest after you've cum for me babygirl, soak my cock for me, squeeze me with that perfect cunt of yours yeah?"

You reached your orgasm just moments later, your back arched and mouth open in a silent scream, draped in a way that Bang Chan could only describe as nirvana, his secret elysium from the agony of living forever.

The bedroom was silent except for the sound of your labored breaths, the aftermath of your intimacy still tingling through your body. Bang Chan hovered above you, his dark, piercing eyes studying your face with a mix of obsession and adoration.

"Don't fall asleep yet" he murmured, his lips brushing your temple. "I need you to get cleaned up baby. Let me take care of you."

Before you could respond, he scooped you into his arms, carrying you effortlessly into the bathroom. The room was filled with the faint scent of lavender, the soft yellow lighting casting a homely ambience in the room. He settled you over his lap as he fiddled with the taps, rubbing your back lightly as the tub filled up.

Chan didn’t say a word as he set you down in the tub, his hands moving to cup and pour water over with a careful reverence. His fingers lingered as he began to wash the blood off your chest with his bare hands, his touch igniting fresh sparks of heat wherever it grazed your skin.

"You’re so beautiful," he said, his voice thick with emotion. His thumb traced the curve of your jaw before he leaned down, capturing your lips in a kiss that was slow and all-consuming.

He stepped into the bath when he was ready, his body facing yours. The warmth of the water enveloped you as he helped you sink into the tub, your back resting against the porcelain.

Chan seated himself between your legs, the water lapping gently against his toned chest as his hands roamed over your body. "Just lie there baby, let me heal you" he murmured, his lips trailing from your collarbone to the swell of your breasts. His kisses were soft, reverent, each one filled with a silent promise.

His hands moved with practiced care, spreading soap over your skin as he washed you, his touch lingering in a way that made your breath hitch. "I'll keep you safe," he whispered, his voice gentle, with an underlying edge of possessiveness "Even if it means locking you away where no one else can take you from me."

The bathwater was beginning to darken in a hue of red as he washed the blood away, his cock hardening and skin burning with need at your beautiful body underneath him, your face looking so pure under the warm light and under his tarnished, sin-covered hands.

When you gazed up at him through your lashes, there was a sense of gratitude and care in them, like you were genuinely enjoying and appreciating this moment of care despite his blood in your veins thickly veiling the reality of this moment.

But it was enough for Bang Chan, his appetite for you insatiable and unwavering, every moment when he wasn't over you, holding you, being inside of you, dripping his blood into you would cause him desperate, emotional pain and an ache to tether his skin to yours.

His lips found yours again, his kiss deep and unyielding as he pressed closer, his body hovering over yours. The water shifted as he manoeuvred you, his strong arms bracing on either side of you as he caged you in.

"I'll make you need me" he said, his voice trembling with a mix of desperation and hunger. "I'll be the only thing you'll ever crave, even if I have to make you depend on it."

His mouth captured yours in a bruising kiss, and you gasped as he positioned himself at your entrance. His dark eyes met yours, his expression raw and unhinged as he whispered, "Say you’re mine."

"I’m yours," you breathed, the words spilling from your lips before you could think.

"That’s my girl," he groaned, his voice breaking as he pushed inside you. The water rippled around you, the heat of it amplifying the sensation as he moved with slow, deliberate thrusts.

The sudden intrusion made you wince in discomfort slightly but the ache was only fleeting before the familiar pleasure swept through your body, your body already conditioning itself for Chan's purpose as your legs automatically parted and your arms wrapped around his shoulders.

"Look at me," he commanded, his voice rough as his hands roughly grabbed the side of your face . "I need to see you, need to know you’re not thinking about anyone else."

He always wanted to make love to you whilst he was above you, having you pinned underneath him- purely because he enjoyed how powerless you looked but also because he needed you to look into his lovesick eyes and know how obsessed he was over you, how he'd kill for you, how every breath you exhaled was on his conditions.

"I’m not," you whispered, your voice trembling as his pace quickened.

"Good," he rasped, his forehead pressing against yours. "Because no one will ever love you the way I do. No one else will ever take care of you like this. And I'll spend a fucking eternity proving it to you if I have too".

And how could you think of anyone else when every fibre of him was in you, his blood in your veins, his words in your brain, his teeth in your skin, his cock hard and plunging into you...because you were just as twisted and obsessed he was, obsessed for the fix, for his care, his words, his undying devotion towards- it was an addiction you could not quell, nor desire too.

His thrusts grew deeper, more desperate, the water splashing gently against the edges of the tub. His lips found yours again, his kiss feverish as if he could seal you to him forever.

"Tell me how to make you happy," he begged, his voice breaking as his movements faltered, his need for you overwhelming him. "Tell me what I have to do to make you stay with me."

"You already do," you managed to whisper, your hands clutching the tendrils of his hair as the pleasure he gave you consumed you.

"Say it again," he demanded, his voice trembling with emotion.

"You make me happy," you said, your words spilling out in breathless gasps.

His grip on you tightened as he buried himself deeper, his lips pressing against your neck as he groaned, "That’s it, baby. You’re mine. Always mine."

The tension coiled tighter and tighter until it snapped, leaving you both trembling as the waves of pleasure washed over you. He held you close, his breath hot against your skin as he whispered, "I’ll never let you go. Never."

After a moment, he eased back just enough to slide out, pulling you on top of him so you were resting against his chest, his hands rubbing gentle strokes up and down your back.

"Don't ever think of leaving me" he said, his voice barely above a whisper, but firm and edged with a thinly veiled threat.

"You won't like what I become if you do".

Surprise!!! What a way to end 2024 everyone, a final gift for you all to say goodbye and welcome the new year.

I've been wanting to write this type of fic for Chris for months now and railway was the final thing needed for me to break my writer's block and write something.

My most popular fic ever of 2024 was in fact my Haunting Adeline fic with Yunho so whilst I won't write dark fic all the time, I'll probably write more of it if you can handle reading more of it.

Incredibly grateful and appreciative to everyone I've interacted with and spoken to this year, let's see what the next 12 months will bring and inspire out of me.

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teen pregnancy series - eddie munson part 2

Eddie Munson x female! reader

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Teen Pregnancy Series Masterlist

Summary:

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

Part 1

Warnings:

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

Word Count: 20k

A/N:

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

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

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

You called Steve.

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

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

Steve sighed. “Where to?”

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

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

“See you in a few, Stevie!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You smiled sheepishly. “Yeah. They are.”

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

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

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

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

Steve nodded. “Is he doing okay?”

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

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

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

You approached the counter, where Benny himself was sitting.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“He- what do you mean?”

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

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

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

“Okay,” you said. “Let’s go.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

He shrugged. “Just hangin’ out.”

You blinked. “And what about work?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, of course.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Can I come up?” he asked.

Your eyes widened. “How?”

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

“Eddie, I think that’s a bad idea-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I love you,” he said. “So much.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuckin’ incredible,” he said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nodded again. “Mmhmm.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He held you all night.

—

You woke the next morning in high spirits.

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

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

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

“I’m hungry,” he grumbled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Eddie nearly walked right into you as you stopped.

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

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

You wanted to die on the spot.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s…it’s twins.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hold on a fucking second-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

Silence.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“The space,” Eddie finished for him.

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

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

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

“We will,” Eddie said. “Thank you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I do not have that much stuff!”

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

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

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

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

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

They had ransacked your bedroom.

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

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

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

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

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

Home. With Eddie.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You were in love.

—

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

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

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

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

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

“Books?”

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

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

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

You smiled up at your boyfriend. “Eddie…”

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

“Eddie,” you said again. “I love it.”

“Yeah?” he smiled bigger.

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

Your next doctor’s appointment, Eddie was there.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Carrying precious cargo,” he smiled.

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

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

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

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

“You got it,” he winked.

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

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

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

“Is that bad?” Eddie asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nodded. “Yeah.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

You giggled. “Exciting.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And he was yours.

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You sighed, lip wobbling again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I love cake,” you sobbed. 

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

“That sounds really good,” you sniffled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Robin looked at you like Nancy was crazy.

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

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

You felt powerless. You wanted to fix things, but the babies had taken over your lives. You loved them and didn’t regret them, but…if only it could have happened a few years later.

Principal Higgins called for all the students to take their place, lined up in alphabetical order. You took your spot, the nerves building in your stomach. Finally you were given the direction and you all filed into the gym, taking your seats.

You looked around at the crowd, seeing all the families of your classmates. You spotted Eddie immediately, waving at you. You beamed at him, waving back. Wayne sat next to him, dressed in a nice shirt and jeans. Eddie nudged him and pointed at you, and Wayne smiled.

You didn’t see your mom and dad in the crowd - but that, right there, was your family. It didn’t matter if your parents were there or not. Eddie and Wayne were.

The ceremony was long and boring. Nancy took the stage and gave her valedictorian speech, and by the time she was done you were teary eyed, proudly clapping for your friend. Then it was time to sit and watch every single student walk the stage and get their diploma.

You waited, and waited…then, finally, the student in front of you was called. You were brought to the side of the stage to wait, and a moment later - your name was called over the microphone.

One of the teachers helped you up the stairs and then you were walking across the stage under the bright lights. You tried your best to look straight ahead and not think about all the people watching you, seeing you accept your diploma while heavily pregnant.

The cheers were loud as you were handed your diploma and took a photo with Principal Higgins. You could distinctly hear Eddie yelling above everyone else, which made you laugh as you exited the stage. It wasn’t your real diploma in your hand - that would come in the mail later - but what the rolled up piece of paper represented meant everything to you.

After the ceremony, every student threw their hat into the air. It was magical, the hats falling down all around you as everyone smiled and laughed. Finally done.

Eddie met you back out front, holding a bouquet of tulips, your favorite. Tears brimmed your eyes when you saw him, smiling so big your face hurt. You went right into his embrace, letting him wrap his arms around you and bury his face in the top of your head, breathing in the smell of your shampoo.

“I am so proud of you,” he said for probably the fiftieth time of the day - but you weren’t complaining. The emotion was clear in his choked words, like he was fighting back the tears himself.

“Are you okay?” you asked him, so quietly only he could hear you.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” he asked, laughing, although you could see more behind his big brown eyes.

“Eds…”

“This is your day,” he said, hands on your shoulders and looking you in the eyes so you’d know he was serious. “Your day. You did this, you worked for this. I don’t want you spending any more time today thinking about how you think I feel.”

“I care about how you feel-“

“I know you do.” He kissed your forehead, his lips lingering. “I know you do.”

Wayne came up, pulling you into a tight hug, yet careful of the bump. “‘m so proud of you, sweetheart,” he said, more emotion in his voice than you’d expected. It made you tear up all over again.

“Thank you, Wayne,” you said, hugging him back.

Your family.

All of your friends were having graduation parties. It wasn’t something you could afford without your parents’ help, so you decided to celebrate quietly at home with just you and Eddie. You had been invited to the parties, but your doctor had you on strict bed rest - you’d already had to beg for permission to walk at graduation.

At the house, Eddie helped you inside, carrying your flowers for you. You had stopped to pick up pizzas on the way home, which were in Eddie’s other hand. He sat them on the kitchen counter before hurrying back to your side and walking you into the bedroom.

“I’m not made of glass, you know,” you reminded him again with a smile. Eddie could drive you a little crazy with how protective he’d become, but you knew it was all out of love.

“You are to me,” he said, his hands sitting on your hips where he stood behind you. He rubbed your sides, then reached for the zipper, slowly lowering it and helping you out of your dress.

The material fell from your body, leaving you in your bra and panties. You could see yourself in his mirror - you barely recognized yourself. So much had changed.

Eddie smoothed his hands over your body, as if in reverence, like he had never seen anything more beautiful. It made your whole body heat, the way he touched you. He leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on your cheek, then your neck, you tilting your head to give him the access he wanted.

“Want me to do the lotion?” he asked, reaching for the bottle of cocoa butter on the dresser that was supposed to prevent stretch marks. You already had a few lining your belly, but you kept using it just in case.

“Sure,” you said. You unhooked your bra, letting it drop to the ground - Eddie’s eyes lingering shamelessly - then pulled one of your new maternity sleep shirts over your head. The shirt was huge, hanging on your frame like a dress. Nice and comfy.

“Come lay down, baby,” Eddie said gently, ushering you towards the bed.

You laid down on your side of the bed. Eddie now took the side closer to the wall so you could get up easier during the night. He propped your pillows up so you could lean against the wall.

This bed would be your home for the next 4 months. The thought depressed you - you wanted to be out living life, not cooped up in the trailer all day without even Eddie to keep you company.

Eddie climbed on the bed next to you. He pumped some of the lotion into his hand as you pulled your shirt up, then he reached forward and spread it across your belly. His hands rubbed your stomach all over, coating it in the lotion and rubbing it into your skin. You closed your eyes, relaxing into the feeling.

“Feel okay?” Eddie asked you gently.

“Mhm,” you hummed. “Feels nice.”

“Good.” Once he’d rubbed the lotion in, he placed a kiss on your belly and pulled your shirt down. “You look so cute,” he grinned. “I love seeing you like this.”

“Shut up,” you grumbled, although you were smiling. “I feel like a beached whale.”

“First of all,” he said, sitting the lotion back on the dresser then turning the light off. “Don’t talk about my girlfriend like that.” He crawled into bed, pulling the blankets over you both before wrapping an arm around your waist and spooning against your back. His hand rested on your belly. “And second, you look beautiful. I’m not just saying that.”

You settled back into Eddie’s embrace, the feeling of him rubbing your bump soothing both you and the babies. You drifted off, peaceful in his arms. As you were right on the precipice of sleep, you heard him murmur behind you.

“I love you.”

—

You pulled the shirt down over your body, fitting it over your growing belly. You examined yourself in the mirror, picking yourself apart. You didn’t feel good about yourself. It didn’t help that you needed a whole new wardrobe you couldn’t afford, but you were growing out of the limits of all your formerly oversized clothes. You already had a hair tie on the button of your early maternity jeans. The bump was round and cute, but it was starting to take over.

You were excited today, though. You were 20 weeks pregnant, officially halfway through the pregnancy (more than halfway, since the twins likely wouldn’t make it to 40 weeks), and today was the anatomy scan. You’d be finding out what you were having.

With a hand on the bottom of your belly, you waddled out to the living room and out the front door. On the porch, you could see Eddie working on the van. He was wearing a white tank top and jeans, black grease smeared on his skin as he hunched over the engine.

“Eddie?” you called.

Eddie jumped, nicking his finger on something. He hissed a quiet “Shit,” wiping the blood off his finger with his rag before turning to look at you. “Yeah, babe?”

“Are you about ready to go? We have to get a move on soon.”

Eddie checked his watch. “Shit. Yeah. Let me get a shower real quick.”

He closed the hood, wiping his hands on the rag and then tossing it off to the side with his tools. He walked to the porch with his long legs, climbing halfway up and placing a kiss on your lips.

You went back inside, sitting on the couch while Eddie headed back to the bathroom. Typically you would have joined him, but you’d already done your hair and makeup and gotten dressed for the appointment.

“You excited?” Wayne asked from where he sat in his chair, beer in hand. “You’re findin’ out today, right?”

“Yeah, we are,” you beamed, cradling the bump in your arms. The babies were active today, you could feel the small kicks every now and then. You had to admit you were beyond excited to find out the genders. You had waited until this appointment to start shopping - this made it real.

You weren’t going to find out at the appointment itself. You were going to have the office put the results in an envelope and give it to Jeff - who was going to surprise you with a new dice set in the colors of the results at the next Hellfire meeting. You had both wanted the reveal to be personal and special, so when Jeff offered to help, you went for it.

After Eddie’s shower, he came out to the living room dressed in another pair of jeans and one of his many Metallica tees. His hair was still damp, hanging down his shoulders in tight curls. “Let’s get this show on the road.”

You were bouncing your leg with nerves in the waiting room. Eddie put his hand on your knee, laughter in his voice. “Relax, sweetheart.”

“I can’t,” you whined. “This is too big. I’m nervous.”

“There’s nothing to be nervous about.” He rubbed your leg. “No matter the results, we’re gonna be happy with two healthy babies.”

Eddie was right. You weren’t sure why you were so nervous, but your stomach was in knots. It didn’t help that the babies were sitting in a very uncomfortable position, making your back ache.

When the nurse called your name, Eddie helped you stand. She gave you a polite smile as you stepped up on the scale. You didn’t want to look at your weight - that was none of your business, you felt.

“How have you been feeling?” she asked as you sat down and she began taking your blood pressure. “Have you been resting?”

“All day,” you sighed. She looked at you sympathetically.

“I know it’s boring,” she said. “But not too much longer. Soon you’ll have two little ones to keep you plenty busy.”

Your blood pressure was still concerningly high. The nurse wrote it down in your chart before giving you a cup to collect a sample. When you were done, she lead you and Eddie to an exam room.

You sat on the table, feet swinging as you waited. Eddie was slouched in the chair, looking sorely out of place among the light yellow wallpaper and photographs of sleeping babies. It was hard to imagine soon the metalhead would be a father with his own sleeping babies in his arms.

“Hi!” your OBGYN greeted cheerfully as she wheeled the ultrasound machine into the room. “Are we excited?”

“So excited,” you smiled. You were going to see your babies again.

As she got you and the machine set up, she talked to you about your blood pressure and test results. You were diagnosed with pre-eclampsia. She instructed you to stay on strict bed rest, which made you groan internally, and you were instructed to come weekly for non-stress tests to monitor the babies. You had been hoping they might lessen the sentence, but it didn’t seem like that was going to happen.

You lifted your shirt and she put the gel on your stomach. She placed the wand on your belly, pressing down hard as the image appeared on the screen. Two tiny little babies, cuddled together.

You couldn’t help it. Your eyes welled with tears, your lower lip wobbling as you looked at them - your babies. It made your heart pound quickly in your chest. Seeing them on the screen, wiggling around and moving their little arms and legs - it made it seem real. You looked over at Eddie, who was leaning forward with his arms on his knees to get a better look at the screen.

“Do you want to know the genders?” the doctor asked as she took various measurements of the babies.

“We were hoping you could put it in an envelope for us?” you said like a question. “We wanted to do a reveal.”

“We can absolutely do that,” she said with a smile.

You left the appointment with more photos, a few of which Eddie stuffed into his wallet, and an envelope with the information you were dying to know.

“How am I supposed to not open it?” you asked as you walked out of the office. “The answers are right there.”

Eddie chuckled. “I know, baby. But think about how fun it’ll be to find out with the guys.”

Eddie was right. It was worth the wait - even though you might lose your mind in the meantime.

—

That Friday night, it was Hellfire time. It was Eddie’s big campaign, you were just going for the reveal and to spend the rest of the campaign having a girl’s night with Nancy. Eddie’s van rumbled up to the Wheeler’s, parking in their driveway behind Nancy’s car.

Eddie helped you out and walked you inside, where the guys were all gathered around the kitchen, eating the snacks Mrs. Wheeler had sat out. Karen gave you a kind smile, her eyes dropping down to the bump before meeting your eyes again. You were used to it.

“Go ahead, take us for all we’re worth,” Ted was grumbling, reading the newspaper as the kids surrounding him helped themselves to the food.

In the Wheeler’s basement, Mike, Dustin, and Lucas had set up the game. Eddie took his seat at the head of the table, everyone else sitting in their usual spots. You stood next to Eddie, Nancy downstairs too for the reveal.

“Are we ready?” Jeff asked. He was holding a small wooden box.

You and Eddie exchanged a look. Were you ready? You felt like you had been waiting for this moment forever, and it was finally here. This was going to make it all the more real to you - you were going to learn something about your babies, something about who they are.

“We’re ready,” you said finally. Eddie squeezed your hand, smiling up at you.

Everyone watched closely as Jeff handed Eddie the wooden box. Eddie pushed his chair back, patting his lap. You raised an eyebrow at him.

“You sure?” you asked.

“Oh, just sit down,” he said. He grabbed your hand and guided you down onto his lap. You sat down carefully, worried you were too heavy, but Eddie didn’t care one bit. He wrapped his arm around you. “Let’s open it together.”

You put your hand on the box next to Eddie’s. The guys counted down, then you opened the lid of the box together - revealing two D20s sitting on a bed of velvet.

One pink and one blue.

Your hand flew up to cover your mouth as tears brimmed in your eyes. Eddie laughed, pulling you even closer and kissing all over your face.

“What is it???” Gareth asked, the rest of the table unable to see inside the box.

Eddie turned it around and everyone leaned in to get a good look. The basement erupted into cheers and congratulations, Eddie blushing as his friends patted him on the back and ruffled his hair.

“Congrats, man,” Jeff said.

“Yeah, man. We’re happy for you,” Grant said.

“Good luck,” Mike contributed.

Nancy pulled you into a hug while the guys surrounded Eddie, who couldn’t stop smiling. “One of each,” she said. “How exciting!”

You spent the rest of the evening in Nancy’s room. She had bought you some baby and parenting magazines, and you flipped through them together, reading the articles and looking at all the highest recommended baby gear.

“There’s so much to buy…” you noticed, flipping through an article on choosing the best stroller. There were so many things to consider, especially needing a double stroller, and the price tags next to the products made you feel sick.

“Babies need a lot,” Nancy said gently. “Has Eddie been saving up?”

“Yeah.” You bit your lip nervously. “But he doesn’t get paid a lot. He picks up as many hours as he can, but Benny’s pays minimum wage and it’s…not the greatest.”

Nancy looked at you sympathetically. She knew Eddie was working his ass off, and you couldn’t work on bed rest, but babies were expensive.

“I know you guys will be okay,” she said. Her hand rested on your knee. “Maybe the baby shower will be helpful?”

Maybe. But you didn’t want to rely on your friends for things. You knew your family would be no help - you hadn’t heard from them once since you’d moved out 2 months ago. Wayne did everything he could but he struggled, too, and didn’t ask you and Eddie for any rent or help with bills. You knew you were on your own.

“We’ll figure it out,” you said, more confidently than you felt. You just hoped you were right.

—

The next week, you and Eddie started shopping.

After he got off work he came home to pick you up. “We’ll take it easy today,” he said. “Stick to the small stores.” He grinned - “Or I can push you in a wheelchair.” You knew it may come to that in the big stores.

You went to the department store first - specializing in baby stuff, the place was huge and had cribs and strollers and car seats and high chairs as far as the eye could see. Eddie helped you to the door, then he really did grab one of the store’s wheelchairs and brought it over to you.

“Eddie,” you said. “I don’t need that-“

“You’re on bed rest,” he reminded you. “You’re not even supposed to be out. The least I can do is push you around to keep you and the babies safe.”

Reluctantly, you took the seat. You felt embarrassed, like people were going to look at you and think ‘she doesn’t need that, she’s just being lazy’. You knew you did need it, but that didn’t help your nerves.

Eddie didn’t care. He pushed you into the store, both of your eyes going wide at the selection that greeted you when you walked in. The place was huge. You didn’t even realize there was so much stuff for babies.

“What do you wanna look at first?” he asked you, brushing his hand through your hair from behind you. You nearly closed your eyes and leaned into his touch, but you caught yourself.

“Cribs, maybe?” you suggested. “That’s probably the most important.”

You didn’t even know where you were going to fit two cribs in the trailer, but you’d deal with that later. Maybe the twins could share for a little while.

Eddie pushed you to the large section of the store dedicated to cribs. There were so many different styles and colors, you weren’t sure where to begin.

“That one’s pretty,” you said, pointing towards a chestnut colored Jenny Lind crib. It had ornate designs carved into the sides, and a side that dropped open.

“Yeah, that one’s cool,” Eddie said, wheeling you over. He didn’t exactly know what he was looking for, so he was letting you take the lead.

You reached out and touched the side of it, feeling the strong wood. You could see your babies sleeping in a crib like this so vividly. You reached for the price tag, flipping it over in your hand - and it took your breath away.

“Jesus,” you whispered, dropping the tag.

“What?” Eddie asked. He picked up the tag himself, looking at the price. “300 bucks??”

You felt close to tears. Shame coursed through your body, you felt embarrassed - especially when a pregnant woman across the aisle turned to look at the two of you, giving you a judgmental look. “Let’s just look at a different one,” you mumbled.

Eddie pushed you around and you looked at every crib in the store - seeing much of the same. They all cost hundreds of dollars - and how were you supposed to afford that? How were you supposed to afford two? And that was just the cribs.

You were on the verge of a panic attack by the time you had looked at every crib. You couldn’t believe how expensive baby stuff was - you’d had no idea, and neither had Eddie, based on the sick look on his face.

“What the fuck are we gonna do?” he asked quietly, sitting on a bench outside the store with his head in his hands. “I…I had no idea it was this expensive-“

“I don’t know what we can do,” you said weakly. What would happen if you couldn’t afford the things your babies needed? You imagined yourself back at your parents’ house, groveling and begging for help.

“I…” Eddie began, looking like he was trying to come up with the words that would make things better but might just burst into tears instead. “I’m working so hard. I pick up every shift I can. I’m working 12 hour days most of the time. I’m busting my ass.” He runs a hand through his curls. “But it’s not enough. I’ve been saving, but- $200 just for one crib? Then we need to get our own place, too? How are we supposed to do this?”

You sniffled, wiping at your eyes. “I-I don’t know,” you said again.

Eddie looked up at you, quickly grabbing your hands in his. “Don’t cry. Please, baby. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said all that in front of you.”

He looked so stressed. You hadn’t noticed the bags under his eyes. “You just worry about all this by yourself?”

The look on Eddie’s face told you yeah, he did. He’d been stressing about the financial aspect of taking care of a baby - two babies - since the day he found out. Beating himself up about it, hating himself, feeling like a loser and a failure. Wondering how he would provide for the three of you. “It’s my job to worry about this shit.”

“Not without me, though,” you said weakly. “We’re supposed to be partners in this.”

“We are,” Eddie said, squeezing your hands for emphasis. “We are. I’m sorry. But with you being high risk, I didn’t…I can’t put extra stress on you. I would hate myself if something happened to you or the babies because I couldn’t take care of my shit and you stressed yourself sick over it.”

You understood his point, but it still bothered you. You didn’t like the idea of Eddie holding all this by himself. You hated how useless you felt, stuck in bed all day. “I’m scared, Eddie.”

His heart broke. He pulled you into him, holding you tight. “We’re gonna be okay. Me and Wayne always figure shit out. There’ve been plenty of tough times we pulled through. Us Munsons are resilient. We’re gonna be the same.”

You just nodded against his chest. You hoped he was right.

Eddie pulled away from you, looking you in the eyes. “Hey. How about we go check out the thrift store? We’ve always found good stuff there. You never know.”

You nodded, sniffling. “Okay. We can try.”

Eddie helped you back into the van before he took off to the other side of town, closer to Forest Hills. He pulled up to the thrift store - you had never been here, but Eddie had many times. He got most of his clothes here, customized them himself. Household supplies, dishes, linens - a good portion of the Munson household had come from this thrift store, or one like it. You were used to fancy things - your mom was a bit of a snob.

There was no wheelchair to use here, but the place was pretty small. Eddie stayed close, hand on your back as you walked around. You were relieved to find there was a whole baby section - but no cribs.

“Oh, look how cute,” you cooed, picking up a little frilly dress from the rack.

Eddie scrunched his nose up. “Really? That monstrosity?”

“It’s cute!” You tucked the dress into the cart. You knew your baby girl would look adorable in it.

Eddie was flipping through the racks, silver rings glinting in the harsh overhead lighting. He pulled two plain white onesies off, examining them for holes or stains. He smiled as he tossed them into the cart. “For Hellfire shirts.”

“You’re making them their own Hellfire Club shirts?” you asked with a giggle.

“Uh, hell yeah?” he said, like it was obvious. “They’re our newest members. Every member gets a shirt.”

The atmosphere in the thrift store was much more relaxed. You could tell Eddie felt comfortable here - he knew what to do, where to look, and he knew the prices wouldn’t make him pass out on the spot.

You ended up with a cart full of baby clothes, the beginnings of the twins’ wardrobe. You picked out a lot of clothes that had the red dot on the tag, indicating they were on sale today. The cart was full and neither of you were stressed about how you were going to afford it.

After looking through every single piece of clothing on the rack, you looked at the baby supplies. You were able to find a baby swing for a good price, as well as a bassinet. You wanted to use bassinets in the bedroom when the babies were first born so you could be near them and save on space until you got your own place.

You were nervous as Eddie was checking out. After seeing the prices at the department store, you were terrified of having to put everything back. But with everything on sale and the prices cheaper as they were - you and Eddie left with a good start and not much damage done to his wallet. He even left the phone number with the cashier, asking for them to give you a call if they got another bassinet or any cribs or strollers.

He loaded the swing and bassinet into the back of the van while you climbed into your seat with the huge bag of baby clothes. You were excited to go through them, wash and fold them and put them away until they’re needed.

“Do you feel better?” Eddie asked as he got into the driver’s seat.

“Yeah,” you said honestly. “A little less hopeless,” you smiled.

“Good.” Eddie patted your thigh, then grabbed your hand, bringing it up to his mouth to kiss your knuckles. He turned the key and the van rumbled to life, sounding better than it had last week. Whatever Eddie had done to it helped. “I told you. We make do.”

—

You were sitting on the couch the next week, yet another boring day of bed rest passing you by. You were going stir crazy, desperate to do something. Robin and Nancy came by to visit as often as they could when Eddie was at work, but they were both getting ready to start college, things in their lives getting busier. You felt like you were being left behind.

You were starting to doze off, the sitcom on the TV losing your attention, when the front door opened so abruptly it startled you. You jumped, turning to look with your hand over your heart. “Jesus, Eddie!”

“Baby,” he said, a huge grin on his face, his hair mussed like he’d ran here. 

“What?” you asked, looking at him curiously. Whatever it was, it seemed to be good news - something you could really use.

“Y’know the auto shop I take the van to? The one run by Brian?”

You weren’t exactly on a first name basis with Brian - in fact, you’d seen the guy plenty of times and were just learning that was his name. “Yeah, what about it?”

“Well, y’know, they know me pretty well. And they heard, uh, rumors around town about the babies.” You weren’t sure where he was going with this, but he was practically bouncing off the walls. “I told them yeah it was true, and they offered me a job!”

Your eyes widened. “What?”

“Yeah!” He practically vaulted over the couch to sit next to you. “Offered me a job on the spot. As a mechanic. I have to do training and shit, of course, but I already know a ton, so pretty soon I’ll be working on my own and making a decent bit of cash.”

You were borderline speechless, gaping at Eddie like an idiot. “Eds, that’s- that’s incredible!”

“I know!” He took your hands in his, kissing them. “This is amazing for us, baby. We’re gonna be okay. I can take care of us. I mean, y’know, we won’t be the Harringtons, but we can get our own trailer and afford to feed ourselves-“

Tears were running down your cheeks, and Eddie stopped abruptly, wiping them away. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you said with a laugh. “I just- I didn’t expect this. This is amazing.”

Eddie smiled warmly at you. “I told you we’d be okay. You know you should always trust me - I promised I’d take care of you, that I’d figure this out for us. And I did, right?”

You kissed him, hands on either side of his face as you pressed your lips together. When you pulled back, he was looking at you with stars in his eyes. “Yeah, you did.”

Quitting his dishwashing job was life changing for Eddie. You could see the change in his demeanor immediately. He didn’t drag himself out of bed in the morning, slow and miserable. He didn’t come home so worn out all he could do was make it to the couch and fall asleep. He didn’t have to work his ass off for 3 bucks an hour.

Eddie always liked working on cars, so next to being a musician, this was perfect for him. He was excited to go to work, and he looked hot coming home in his coveralls, arms smudged black. Some evenings you followed him into the shower, helping him relax.

Your savings were growing. You still thrifted, still clipped coupons, but things weren’t quite so dire. You felt like you could breathe. And you were so proud of the man Eddie was becoming - he was going to be the best dad, you could feel it.

“You okay, honey?” Wayne asked as he picked up his metal lunchbox, car keys in his hand. He was on the way out the door, but every day he checked on you before he left.

“I’m good, Uncle Wayne, thank you.”  You smiled at him from the couch where you were sitting sideways, feet propped up on some pillows. “Just gonna watch The Golden Girls until Eddie gets home.”

“Alright,” he said. “You give the plant a call if somethin’ happens or you need me.”

“Will do,” you said, knowing it would have to be a true emergency for you to bother Wayne at work. “Have a good night at work.”

“Goodnight, sweetheart,” he said, then he was out, closing and locking the trailer door behind him.

It usually wasn’t long after Wayne left that Eddie got home from work, but that short time that you were alone always left you nervous. You could be a worrier, especially now that you were pregnant and high risk, and you were terrified of the possibility of something happening while you were home alone. You felt much safer with Eddie around.

At 22 weeks now, you were exhausted, sore, and hungry. Always hungry - you were eating for three, after all. You lifted yourself off the couch and waddled into the kitchen, opening the fridge and searching it for something that looked good.

A touch on your back just about made you jump out of your skin.

You spun around, one hand over your heart and the other protectively over your belly. “Jesus Christ, Ed!”

He laughed, pulling the hair tie from his bun and letting his curls fall down around his shoulders. He had the top half of his coveralls unzipped, wearing a white tank top beneath, dirty with grease and oil. He looked sexy.

“Sorry,” he laughed. “I thought you would have heard me come in.”

“I was too focused on finding a snack,” you admitted. Eddie’s grin only grew wider.

He reached out and placed a hand on the belly. “How are my little gremlins?”

“Hungry,” you said, turning back to the fridge. “I just don’t know what I want.”

“Did you have dinner?” he asked, reaching around you and grabbing a beer, popping the can open and taking a big sip.

“Yeah. Me and Wayne had macaroni casserole. There’s a plate for you in the microwave.” Dissatisfied with the options in the fridge, you closed it and turned around to face him again.

“Perfect.” Eddie kissed you on the cheek before downing the rest of his beer in nearly one go. “I’m gonna go take a shower.” His eyes roamed your body, shamelessly up and down. “Care to join me, my lady?”

“But…hungry,” you whined.

“I’ll make you something after?” He sat his hands on your hips, pulling you as close as he could. “I missed you all day.”

It was hard to say no to him like this, especially when he looked so good. “Just a quick one?”

“No promises.” He smirked, pulling you down the hall by your hand. He unzipped his coveralls, dropping them to the ground and pulling his tank top over his head. He turned the water on, adjusting it until it was the temperature you preferred.

Eddie wrapped his arms around you, kissing you deeply. He smelled like a day at work, sweat and oil. It didn’t bother you - it kind of turned you on, your hard working man.

His hands slowly rose up the back of your shirt, pulling it up and over your head. He was careful not to touch your skin too much with his dirty hands, even though he wanted nothing more than to feel every inch of your body beneath his palms.

Your hands worked his buckle open while he pushed your shorts and panties down your legs, leaving you bare. He moaned against your lips as you pushed his jeans and boxers to the floor.

He was half hard when he stepped away from you, looking at you with a devilish grin. He took your hand and helped you into the shower, then climbed in after you, closing the curtain.

Eddie immediately began scrubbing his skin, washing away the sweat and dirt of the day. He tilted his head back under the stream of water, letting it wash everything away, including his stress. He was here with you right now, and he didn’t want anything to ruin it.

Once he was clean, he spun the two of you so you were under the water. He wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing and nipping at your neck while you tilted your head to the side and let your eyelids flutter closed.

“Eddie…” you moaned, fingernails digging into the backs of his shoulders, little half moon divots carved into his pale skin. 

He grunted in response, sucking on the most sensitive spot on your neck. He knew your body as if it were a map he’d drawn himself, every little spot that drove you crazy, the places that made your knees weak every time. He held you up now, your legs wobbly and your head going fuzzy.

“My pretty girl…” he mumbled against your neck. “I think about you all day.”

You whimpered as his hand slid between your thighs, calloused fingertips pressing against your throbbing clit. He rubbed slow circles against it, teasing you, just barely tightening that coil deep inside.

“You want me to make you cum, sweetheart?” he whispered. “It’s been a while. Too long since I felt that sweet pussy clench around me, soaking me, making a mess for me.”

You couldn’t form words with the way he was working you - he knew you too well, and everything was so sensitive. Eddie knew what he was doing, his ego deservedly raised.

He rubbed your clit with his thumb as his fingers moved back to your hole, two fingers slipping inside you. You whimpered, holding onto Eddie for dear life.

“That’s my girl,” he purred right in your ear, his voice low and smooth. “Squeezin’ me so good. D’you like that, sweetheart? Feel good?”

“Uh huh,” you whined. He pushed you back against the wall, leaning you against it for support while his fingers pumped in and out of your warm, wet cunt. His cock was rock hard just at the feeling of you, the thought of burying himself inside of you. He rutted his hips against your thigh, desperate for some friction on his aching cock.

“So pretty like this, baby.” The praises dripped from his lips like honey, and you ate up every word. “Love when you fall apart for me. Fuck, baby, you’ve got me so hard.”

All you could do was whimper, your head lolled back against the shower wall as he pulled you apart piece by piece. He pumped his fingers faster, curling them deep inside, pressing right against the spongy bundle of nerves.

“Eddie, Eddie,” you cried, face twisted in pleasure as your orgasm crept up your spine. “Eddie, please don’t stop, don’t stop-“

“Wouldn’t dream of it, sweetheart,” he cooed. “Come on and cum for me. I know you’re close, I can feel you. Go on and make a mess for me.”

His encouraging words combined with the pressure he was applying against your g-spot, fucking your pussy with his long fingers while his thumb rubbed your clit faster and faster, shoved you over the edge, pushing you into the abyss. Your grip tightened on his shoulders and you let out a loud cry of his name, chanting it like a prayer while he worked you through it.

“Good, good fuckin’ girl,” he growled. He was thrusting his hips against you faster now, so desperate although he’d never admit it. When you were nothing but shaking limbs leaning against the shower wall, he removed his fingers, bringing them to his lips for a taste. “So sweet, baby. Later I’m gonna make you cum on my tongue, too.”

Eddie washed your body, his sweet gentleness a stark contrast from the filth he was whispering in your ear minutes ago. Your legs were still wobbly as he washed your body.

He climbed out of the tub first, helping you out so you wouldn’t slip. You dried yourselves off, wrapping a towel around your body as you and a naked Eddie made the trek to the bedroom.

You were reaching for the dresser to get some pajamas when Eddie’s arms wrapped around you from behind, hands resting on your belly while he kissed your shoulder, then your neck. “I was thinking…we could maybe continue what we started.”

He was hardening again, you could feel him pressing up behind you. You turned around in his arms and he kissed you deeply, tongue sliding against your own. He kept kissing you as he guided you back to the bed.

He broke from the kiss, laying down on the bed on his back. He held your hand as you climbed on top of him. His hands rubbed across your belly then back to grab your ass, lifting you up on your knees. He gripped his cock in his fist, lining it up with your entrance above him.

“This okay?” he asked breathlessly, looking at you like he needed you to say yes. 

You nodded, a sweet “Yeah, Eddie,” coming from your kiss-bitten lips. He could have bust on the spot - it had been a while - but he gripped your hip with his free hand, slowly guiding you down onto him.

You whined at the pressure of him, the stretch as his fat tip breached your entrance. Eddie groaned, long and low as he sunk into you inch by thick inch. His hands were gripping onto your thighs, digging into the plush skin.

When you were fully seated on him, brow furrowed and lips parted as you drew in shaky breaths, Eddie slowly, carefully rocked his hips up into you.

“Oh!” you whimpered, hands resting on Eddie’s chest for balance - and leverage. He guided your hips against him, rocking and grinding down against him.

“Ohhhh yeah,” Eddie groaned. “That’s it, baby. Ride me just like that. Takin’ me so deep.”

You were a whining mess on top of him, bouncing on his cock as much as you could, but mostly just grinding down against him. Your clit was rubbing against the course curls at his base, building that wave inside you once again.

“So pretty,” he said, his breaths getting more shallow, his cheeks flushing red. “That’s it, that’s it. So good for me. So good, so fuckin’ beautiful. Keep riding my cock just like that.”

His hands slid up your sides, over your belly again and then to your tits, grabbing them in his large hands, massaging them, rubbing your nipples with his thumbs. You whimpered again, moving your hips faster.

“Gonna cum again,” you said, barely able to get the words out. “Eddie, I- gonna cum, oh fuck-“

You pitched forward, hands pressing into his chest as you cried out, your orgasm wracking through your body like a lightning strike - only it lasted forever, hitting you again and again. Eddie guided your hips on him, faster and faster, his moans turning high and desperate.

“Fuck, I’m close,” he said through gritted teeth. “Keep going, baby, gonna fill you up. Gonna cum in you so deep.”

“Please, please,” you begged, still riding out the aftershocks of your orgasm. “Please, need it Eddie.”

“Yeah? You need it?” His eyes were shining as he looked up at you, big brown eyes wide and hips snapping up into your tight cunt. “Gonna give it to you. Fuck, gonna give it to you- shit! Here it is baby, take it, fuck!”

You gasped as you felt Eddie’s hot spend filling you, wave after wave hitting him as his hips bucked up into you. Cockiness out the window, he was moaning like he’d never felt anything quite as incredible in his life.

You sat there, hands slowly rubbing his chest as he came down beneath you. His hands were still gripping you so tightly, trembling, until finally he loosened his grip and let go.

“I need some help,” you said with an awkward giggle, feeling Eddie slowly softening inside of you.

“Shit, sorry,” he said. You intertwined your hands with his for balance as he helped you lift yourself off, laying down on the bed next to him. He immediately turned to his side, his palm rubbing across your belly. “I love you.”

“I love you too, baby,” you smiled sleepily. “You need to eat though.”

“Oh, fuck,” he said, as if he’d just remembered how hungry he was. “Do you want to come with me, or are you gonna sleep?”

“I’ll come with you,” you said.

Eddie pulled on a pair of boxers and plaid pajama pants. He grabbed a pair of panties, shorts, and a huge shirt for you, helping you stand and basically dressing you himself. It was getting harder to bend over, so you held onto his shoulders while he helped you step into your clothes.

You put a hand on your lower back as you stood in the kitchen, watching Eddie heat up his leftovers and pull another can of beer out of the fridge. You twisted your upper body to each side, trying to take some of the pressure off your spine.

“You okay?” Eddie asked, scooping a forkful of macaroni casserole into his mouth.

“Just hurting,” you admitted. “They’re getting really heavy.”

Eddie hated when there were things he couldn’t help you with. He wanted to take all your pain away, take it himself if he could. Things were getting harder for you every day as the babies grew, and you were now going to the doctor twice weekly for non-stress tests to measure the babies’ heart rates and movements. It was getting very real, and very scary as more and more complications kept arising.

With the official pre-eclampsia diagnosis, Eddie was nervous all the time. He was terrified of something happening to you and the babies. You were very high risk and he knew it was a real possibility something could go wrong - the thought of something horrible happening made him sick to his stomach.

“You want me to rub your back after I eat?” he asked. He was leaning back against the counter, plate in his hands as he shoveled food into his mouth like he hadn’t eaten for days.

“Would you?” You sat down in one of the kitchen chairs. “That would be amazing.”

“‘Course I will,” he said. “You know I’m gonna take care of you.”

When Eddie was done with his dinner, he washed his dishes and put them away. He helped lift your exhausted form out of the chair and led you back to the bedroom. You laid down on your side while he laid behind you, his large hand sliding up your shirt and rubbing your back.

You closed your eyes, content.

—

A Nightmare on Elm Street played on the old TV. You had seen it so many times that you weren’t paying the most attention. You were sitting sideways on the couch, your feet in Eddie’s lap as he massaged them.

“Baby,” you called, poking Eddie’s side with your sock feet.

“What?” he asked you, looking like he knew he was about to be given a task but was completely willing to do anything on earth for you.

“You know what sounds soooo good right now?”

A raised eyebrow. “What?”

“A grilled cheese.” Your mouth practically watered at the thought, imagining the toasted bread, the perfectly melted cheese, how it would feel and taste on your tongue.

“You want me to make you a grilled cheese, baby?” Eddie asked, amused.

“Two grilled cheese?”

“Two grilled cheese.” He gently removed your feet from his lap, standing and stretching. He shuffled off to the kitchen as you kept watching the movie. The babies were being active today, it felt like they were having a party in there. One of them kept kicking you in the bladder while the other was pressed uncomfortably against your spine.

You heard the sizzling of the frying pan. Then, a quiet hissed “Shit!”

“What?” you called, turning to look into the kitchen.

“Fuckin’ burned myself.” He put his fingertip in his mouth, trying to soothe the burn. “I’m okay.”

A few minutes later and you were beaming as Eddie walked into the living room with a plate of two steaming grilled cheese sandwiches. Your mouth really was watering now, reaching for the plate like you’d never seen such a delicacy in your life.

Eddie laughed as you took the first bite, closing your eyes and letting out a moan. “Oh my god. So good.”

“I make a mean grilled cheese,” he said. Especially now since they were your main craving, he made you one just about every day.

“You do,” you agreed. “You’re too good to me, baby.”

Eddie rubbed his hand over your belly, happy that you and the little ones were happy. “Nah,” he said. “I just love you.”

—

Eddie liked his job.

You were 24 weeks now, adorably huge (at least that’s how he saw it - you would probably disagree), waddled everywhere you walked and needed help getting up. Eddie hated being away from you, feeling like he belonged by your side, making sure you were okay.

But really, he loved his job. It was the best job he’d ever had - not that he’d had many - but it was something he loved doing, something he was good at. Something that made him proud, that made you proud. A career.

He was bent over the hood of an old truck, up to his elbows in oil and grease, when he heard an old familiar voice behind him.

“Munson.”

Eddie froze. It was never good news when he heard that voice. Slowly he stood, turning around to face Chief Jim Hopper. All of a sudden, the memory of your father’s words ran through his head, the promise of Eddie getting jail time for his dealing. He hadn’t touched drugs in months, but - did that matter? His heart raced in his chest.

“Hey, Hop,” Eddie greeted awkwardly, wiping his hands on his dirty rag. “Uh, what’s up?”

“Can I talk t’you?” he asked, his hands on his belt.

Eddie’s stomach sunk to his toes. “Yeah, uh, just give me a minute.”

He felt like he was going to throw up as he threw his tools back in the box, wiping his hands and arms as much as he could. He tucked the rag into his coverall pocket and turned back to Hopper, nodding towards the deserted office. “We can talk in there.”

Hopper followed Eddie into the office. Eddie was panicking, pacing as Hopper leaned against the desk.

“Eddie-“

“I swear to god I’ve been straight, man,” Eddie said quickly. “I haven’t- I haven’t sold, I haven’t partaken, I haven’t touched a drug-“

“Eddie.”

“My girlfriend’s pregnant, she’s high risk, I have to take care of her. She needs me. I have two babies on the way, man, please-“

“Eddie.”

Eddie stopped his nervous rambling and pacing, finally meeting Hopper’s eyes. The older man looked amused. Eddie didn’t know if that was good or bad.

“I’m not here to arrest you,” Hopper said. “I just wanted to talk.”

Eddie let out a long breath, practically collapsing into the cheap metal chair against the wall. He buried his face in his hands, stressed. “It’s just- her dad said he talked to Officer Callahan, about- well, you know what about- and I thought-“

“Word gets around Hawkins fast,” Hopper said. “I heard about the twins. Congratulations.”

Eddie looked up at him. “Thanks.”

“I just thought we should have a talk, y’know, before you become a father.” Hopper sat on the edge of the desk, his arms crossed over his chest. “You haven’t been messing around with drugs anymore? Not even pot?”

“No,” Eddie said quickly, honestly. “Not at all.”

Hopper nodded. “Never thought I’d see the day, Munson.”

Eddie laughed lightly at that. “Yeah, well. News like that’ll do it.”

“Sure will.”

An awkward silence descended over the room. Neither man really knew what to say. Finally, Hopper took a deep breath.

“How long have we known each other, Munson?”

Eddie laughed. “Forever. You were chasing me off for trespassing at the old factory when I was 10.”

Hopper laughed lightly. “You’ve kept me plenty busy over the years.”

He knew it. Eddie had been a troublemaker since day 1, wanted to live his life and didn’t give a fuck about authority. Hopper had caught him doing shit he shouldn’t many times.

“Look, Ed…” Hopper said. “I’m real proud of you for cleaning up your act. I just wanted to say that. You…you’ve grown a lot. You’re going to be a great father.”

Eddie couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “What?”

“Don’t make me repeat myself,” Hopper said gruffly, hiding his smile. “You heard me.”

“That…that means a lot, Hop. Thank you.”

Hopper nodded. “Well. That’s all I really wanted to do - just come check up on you. Make sure you’re on the right path.”

He was heading for the office door, a shocked Eddie still sitting in the chair. He snapped out of it just as Hopper reached the door.

“Wait. What about the warrant?”

“There is no warrant,” Hopper said. “Look, don’t…don’t pay that guy any mind. You’re a better man than he is. He abandoned his daughter, and you’re here making sure your kids don’t have to want for a damn thing before they’re even born.” Hopper clapped Eddie on the shoulder. “Just…keep it up.”

With that, the man left, leaving Eddie reeling. He couldn’t believe what had just happened - Hopper wasn’t a sentimental guy. The millions of interactions Eddie’d had with the man were all various forms of causing and getting into trouble. Now he was here, at Eddie’s work, telling him he’s proud of him?

Things really were changing.

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[mintmatcha]

kirishima's breeding kink literally clouds all judgement when to comes to sex. he's a good, smart guy and he KNOWS to use condoms but when you rip the tip with your teeth he nearly tackles you to get his now bare cock inside you before he cums

[condomcloud]

CONDOM CLOUD | The original piece circa 1995, performed for the camera (2:36 min)

TEXT by Joseph Ravens:

condom cloud casts a shadow on my sanity stealing satisfaction replacing it with pseudo-safety  condom cloud keeps chasing me something like an enemy promising protection within its rubber walls a snare to catch my liquid lust cannot share will not trust one little tear and i’ll be dust condom cloud come rain come hard love marred by rubber inconvenience a rubber unseen fence: “some things are not allowed beneath the shadow of a condom cloud” condom cloud come rain  come hard come all picnic by my bloodstream beneath the weeping willow watch the world float by red screams into my pillow red screams out loud: “you can find me in a crowd, i’m the one beneath the condom cloud!” condom cloud come rain  come hard come all fall into my bloodstream dive into my shame swim among my fear help me find the blame nothing stays the same condom cloud keeps chasing me something like an enemy promising protection within its rubber walls capture calls i can hear our mothers crying

Photo: CONDOM CLOUD by Joseph Ravens_1995 VHS Still from Video by Mark GE / Joy Farm

[s6daz]

♰ sevika x f!reader ⭑๋܂

cw: nsfw, pregnancy kink, unprotected sex, g!p sevika

note: it is my first published writing i am nervous, it is not corrected there may be errors

status: fixed

Sevika, who needs to see you tremblingly receiving her semen like the good girl you are to her, does not waste this opportunity when she has you like a stupid woman obsessed with her cock under her.

she leads you astray with her soft touches, making you ignore the fact that she's inside you without any protection, feel your inside without any fucking condom denying her the power to leave you plump with her baby makes her so horny.

te splash that sounds because of how bestial she was being with you kept her motivated to continue, seeing your face soaked of tears of pleasure together with the sweat on your forehead and your blushing cheeks was an image that she would really keep in her mind.

the moans you let out were music to her ears and when you could feel her cock throbbing inside you, it was the sign that she was about to cum, you knew it perfectly. “vika… get out…” you gently hit her arm so that i could hear you. "fuck... baby just let me-" simply closes her eyes letting out a grunt at how good she was feeling.

when you feel her hips start to move faster you know she's not going to stop. “sevika…” you quickly warn. "doll just let me do it..." she moans subtly stopping her movements a little, you were sure you felt her voice crack a little.

you look for her gaze, you see her totally desperate for you and for a moment she looks so begging that you can only fall for her charms and accept her petition. you nod defeated and that only motivates sevika to resume her movements, hitting her cock inside your pussy, your eyes cloud with pleasure as you feel how she touches all your perfect places, throwing your head back while you moan when you feel she grab your legs to take them to shoulders. fuck, you were really feeling she fucking you so deep.

"baby... ‘m cumming" she breathes out a breath as her fingers dig into your waist, your pussy clenching around her at her words and you feel her cock finally pump hot jets of cum into your uterus, your eyes they fill again with fine tears as you feel so overstimulated, you put your hand to your abdomen feeling the small lump that protrudes. trying to catch the lost air when you see sevika comes out of you and your legs slowly fall on the bed, just like her, she was with her heart racing.

sevika looks down at your folds, seeing how the semen came out of you, she can't help but smile, starting to imagine you with a belly, she approaches your face, giving you soft kisses on your cheeks and neck, trying to make your euphoria disappear.

"i hope u're thinking of a name" she says provocatively as she finishes by leaving a kiss on your forehead.

[madamechrissy]

Gojo can't stop thinking about fucking Geto's girl

MDNI- Explicit-eventual smut-Yandere Gojo is obsessed with you, Geto's girlfriend

<<<Part one - part three>>>

Part Two

Satoru's pretty face is in a state of shock as you look over and see your own naked body on his phone. You blush furiously, walking over as Suguru's handsome face is in a scowl, swiping to the right, his mouth wide open. You come to look and see your ass right on Satoru's phone, gasping.

"You took that without me knowing!?" You demand now, crossing your arms and glaring at your boyfriend's best friend. He runs a hand through his silky white hair, blue eyes swirling as he pouts.

"I just think you're really pretty, is all. And Suguru used to share everything with me. Why can't he share you?" Satoru asks softly, coming closer now and brushing your hair back, only for Suguru to smack his hand.

"Satoru, you're so full of shit. No I'm not sharing her!"

"You're mean and greedy, Sugu. Can't even fuck anyone when I have to look at how pretty she is." Suguru's dark violet eyes narrow now, and you're right between the two extremely tall, extremely built men. Satoru is pouting, Suguru is scowling, and your heart is racing.

"Yes I'm greedy, she's the fucking best at everything."

"Rub it in why don't you!"

"I'm deleting these." You say then, snatching up his phone, and he smirks down at you with those pouty lips, leaning against his desk, far too close, you can smell his expensive cologne, a little brighter than Suguru's, his is a little more musky. They both smell good, shit.

"Go ahead, pretty, already have em in the cloud." He says with a grin, and you shove at him then, feeling the hard planes of his chest, and you both pause then. "Sugu, just once?" He asks softly, and Suguru sighs then, watching you both.

"Oh fine, just once. But you'll have to follow my rules." He says, shocking you, your mouth opens as you look back at him, and he chuckles a bit, hand settling at the nip of your waist, big hand burning your through the thin layer of your dress. "You want this, Princess?" He asks softly, and you look back at this psychotic Satoru Gojo, who's got puppy dog eyes, then back at your boyfriend.

"I mean... yes but... I haven't done anything like this..." You whisper, and Suguru gently cups your face.

"It's up to you, maybe we'll put this sad boy in a good mood." You giggle a bit at that, sighing, looking back at Satoru.

"How many times?"

"Have I jerked off to you?"

"Yes." Satoru grins then. "Fuck, maybe I don't wanna know?"

"Can't count em."

"Jesus, Satoru." Suguru grumbles, smacking his forehead now. "I need to smoke."

"Let's smoke, we can blow it on her pussy hmm?" Satoru says with a wicked grin, and you gasp.

"Blow weed smoke on me!?"

Suguru is chuckling, and you wonder at your boyfriend now, as they both stare down at you, eyes drinking in your body slowly. "She's so cute, isn't she Satoru?" Suguru says with a smirk, and you're starting to feel like a little deer in front of two wolves.

"So cute. Well... shall we?" Satoru holds out a hand to you, and Suguru smacks it, making Satoru glare, as he takes your hand instead.

"Rule number one, no holding her hand."

"You're mean!"

Before you know it, you're in the back of Suguru's car, as his driver is taking the three of you to his place. They're on either side of you, thighs spread too far, hands on your legs, Satoru's long pale fingers squeezing the plush of your thigh, Suguru's more tanned, thicker fingers pressing in gently. It's all too fucking much, them arguing like children over your pussy.

Why do you like it though!?

"You better let me eat her out." Satoru says, in the middle of their negotiations, and you throb around nothing, while he licks his full lower lip, staring right at your lap. Your thighs shift, and they both chuckle.

"Fine, she clearly wants to do that." Suguru teases you now with a wink, making you flush. "But you're using a condom."

Suguru says to Satoru, and he snorts. "Fuck that, I really need to hit it raw-"

"Um hello!? I'm here!" Satoru and Suguru smirk down at you again, both of their hands sliding up your thighs, their breaths against each ear, and you're shaking as you look up at Suguru, then at Satoru, seeing the insane hunger in their eyes. "You've done this before, haven't you both?"

"Not with someone as pretty as you." Satoru whispers, leaning close, so close you taste the mints on his breath. "What's the rule on kissing, Sugu?"

Suguru's now rubbing the fabric of your panties, already sticky with your desire, and he kisses on the side of your neck, tickling you, making you cry out. Satoru stares at your gorgeous face hungrily, as he pictures how it will look when he makes you cum, making him strain against his pants, so hard it hurts.

"You can kiss her, if she wants. Do you, Princess?" You nod weakly then, and Satoru Gojo's lips descend hungrily upon yours.

Shit, what were you in for!?

Disclaimer I guess- Yandere behavior isn't cool IRL, just in fiction with Gojo and Geto lmaoo <3

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Part Three

[themidnightcrimson]

good morning ࿏ wm

summary: in which you decide to get what you want first thing in the morning.

words: 3.9k

warnings: top!wanda, power bottom!reader, dubcon/noncon, breeding kink, cumstrap (r receiving), somno (r giving), blowjob on cumstrap (r giving), enhanced strap, brief choking, just imagining slutting top!wanda out like this woeidbsibfwioe its the power bottom in me

this fic is for 18+ only. minors dni. read with discretion.

masterlist.

The room was cool and the bed warm by the time you woke up. Legs shifting smoothly under the crisp sheets, you could hear the faint chirp of a lone bird outside the window along with what sounded like a gentle spring morning rain shower.

Plat plat plat plat the rain softly tapped against the window and quietly onto the roof above you. It was a sleepy rain, an early morning rain whose clouds blocked the sun from glaring through your window. It made waking a little easier, a little more soft.

The other thing that made waking a peaceful experience was the warm body you were tangled up with. The soft, curled ends of light brown hair tickled your bare shoulder, and it was the first thing you saw in the dim room as you opened your eyes. Your head rose and fell slowly with Wanda’s steady breath. It was resting on her bare chest, the skin there hot against your ear. She always slept so hot.

Your legs were tangled with hers, your arm thrown across her torso. As you blinked your eyes awake, you tilted your head upwards to get an angle of her from below. The stretch of her jawbone, the mountain of her cheekbones just beyond it. Heavy eyelashes fluttered closed, deep pink lips pursed in her sleep. The crinkle between her eyebrows that was always there when she slept. She was starting to get a permanent wrinkle from it, and while she was embarrassed of it, you told her it was just the imprint of all the dreams she’d ever had right there in one wrinkle between her brows so she would never forget them. Wanda was always a deep dreamer, for better or worse.

The puffy comforter you shared rested right below her breasts, likely pushed down during her overheated sleep. Her hair was splayed over her chest, barely covering the peaks of her soft pink nipples. Her skin looked pale and soft under the dim gloomy morning light. You let your hand glide over the soft expanse of her tummy, fingers pressing into her flesh as you shift, waking up a little more. Letting out a silent yawn, you casually let your hand stroll further down beneath the blanket, being thrown off guard a little when your hand touches cool silicone between her legs.

It was Wanda’s new creation still left strapped around her hips via harness from last night’s endeavors. It took a lot of research and magical effort for Wanda to create her enchanted strap that functions like a biological part of her body. Using her magic, she enchanted the strap so that she can feel through it and cum through it. Let’s just say the first few tries once she perfected it could be described as very quick, hot, and wet on her end. It was the most mind-blowing feeling she had ever felt, being able to feel you inside. Even now, a few weeks later, she still warns you how sensitive it still is, which you could tell from the beginning because of how fast she came with you.

Wanda’s magic was very powerful—spontaneous creation. For that reason, she insisted on wearing a condom the first several times using the enchanted strap out of fear of accidental pregnancy, though you knew she secretly had a breeding kink. Finally, she stopped using condoms, but she still pulled out of you every time. It was hot, seeing her get so close to just doing it, to just letting go and planting her cum deep inside you. You could see it on her face every time. But every time, milliseconds before release, she pulls out and chooses to spill all over your tummy or back instead. Of course, that was also hot in its own right. But you desperately wanted her to cum inside. You weren’t sure if it was the risk or the ownership aspect of it, but you fucking needed it.

And you knew she wanted it too. She had a tendency to hold you down when she’s about to cum, almost as if she is about to force you to take her cum, which you willingly would take every single drop. You even told her in a heated moment of passion to cum inside you once, and she almost did accidentally. Hearing you say that made her orgasm immediately, and she had to frantically pull out right as she spurted all over your mound, making sounds you’d never heard her make.

And now, in the dim morning light with cozy rain coming from outside, and Wanda’s soft, warm sleeping body with her cock in your hand as you thought over all these times with the new magical piece, you wanted it.

But she was so pretty and peaceful in her sleep with her crinkled brow of dreams and her slowly rising and falling chest. You wouldn’t wake her.

Licking your lips, you shifted your body so that you hovered over her, taking great care in slinking down her body without moving the blankets or the bed too much. With the hem of the blanket resting at the back of your neck, you rested your elbows over her plush thighs, eyeing the strap that now sat right in front of your face.

Humming, you trail your fingers to the harness straps, fiddling with the fabric on her hips for a moment before you carefully let them trail to the base of her cock, taking it in your fist gently. Glancing back up to her, you saw the same image—her head resting on the pillow, turned to the side, sleeping peacefully like an angel. The warmth between your legs grew as you formulated the plan of your desires, licking your lips and coming closer to her strap.

You placed Wanda’s length in your mouth. It surprised you every time how big she was—an advantage she smugly gave herself when crafting her piece. Suctioning your lips, you began to swirl your tongue around the tip of the strap with a gentle but purposeful pressure.

It didn’t take long before your mouth ignited the spell within the strap, and her magic peered through the silicone in cracks that looked like molten lava in a crimson hue. That’s how you knew she was aroused now, and as you looked up at her again, she was still sleeping as peacefully as ever.

It took some practice for you to understand how to give your girlfriend a blowjob since it was your first time, but Wanda was patient and could get off with basically any touch you gave her with how sensitive the strap felt when she wore it anyways.

So you lowered your mouth further down on her strap that was warming up between your lips, keeping your hand on the base to keep it steady. Letting your other hand gently squeeze her thigh, you sucked her gently, wanting to make her feel good but not wanting to wake her up. It startled you when, as you took her entirety in your mouth so that the tip of her cock poked the back of your throat, Wanda’s legs twitched under you. It was only once and, looking up as you deepthroated her, you saw that the sleeping look on her face remained unchanged.

The depth with which you took her in your throat prompted tears to form in your eyes and saliva in your mouth. Sniffling, you kept taking her all the way in and then suctioning as you lifted your mouth from her, letting your tongue flick around her tip before deepthroating her again. You were slow and gentle, but she was hot and throbbing with magical arousal. You could even smell it on her now and, reaching down under the base where her slit was, you found that she was wet there, too.

Getting excited, you bobbed your head perhaps a little too hard, and she twitched again, this time letting her head sway to the other side. You paused, waiting for any sign of further movement or signs of being awake, but she was still deep asleep, the crease in her brow deeper now. You went back to sucking her off dutifully, and as wet sounds filled the air, Wanda moved again, this time arching her back. The movement sent her hips bucking up, which shoved her cock into your throat unexpectedly, causing you to choke on her girth.

Recovering, you continued carefully and watched as she twitched and squirmed in her sleep, somehow still staying deep asleep even as you could feel her throb faster. Her lips fell open at one point, soft gasps of air filling the quiet, dim room along with your wet sucking sounds. Her body heated up even more under your hands, and she started to buck her hips more.

Picking up your speed, you deepthroated her more and more, choking yourself on her strap while she grew even more restless. You knew she was seconds away from cumming, so you grabbed the base of her strap and sucked harder and faster. Finally, with a whispery, sleepy moan, and a more violent twitch of her hips, Wanda came in your mouth. You kept your mouth around her, feeling her warm cum gush at the back of your throat and ooze down it. You waited, letting her twitch and gasp and push out every last drop of cum before you finally swallowed it and took her out of your mouth. She was sweet to the taste with just a hint of metal, an interesting mix of her magic that reminded you of the taste of her real arousal.

There were many benefits to this magical creation of Wanda’s, one of many being that there was an unlimited supply.

Her cock now wet and shiny and slightly glowing, you carefully crawled back up her body and straddled her. She had almost immediately fallen back into utter stillness as soon as she came, except for her chest that was rising and falling much faster now. Biting your lip, you reached down and took her breasts into your hands, squeezing and letting your thumb roll over her nipples that were already rock hard for you. You could feel her cock, resting below your thigh, twitch and throb, basically vibrating with magic. All you could taste was her cum that coated the inside of your mouth, the taste still soaked into your tongue.

She just looked so pretty, even more relaxed now, having just helplessly cum in your mouth without even knowing it. Leaning down, you pressed a chaste kiss to her still lips before moving your mouth to her neck and pressing soft, wet kisses there. You let your hand grope her breasts for a moment before sliding it down and rubbing her tummy, lowering it further and further until you reached below yourself and took her strap in your hand again.

Still kissing her neck, and feeling her twitch once below you, you adjusted yourself over her cock and rubbed your throbbing, wet slit down her length, not letting it go inside. You remember the first time you did that, before she ever went inside you with the new strap, and she had prematurely came. She had been so embarrassed, taking off the cum-filled condom and tearing the strap off of her and getting up, but you’d found it so hot. You loved having this control over her. You loved knowing that you held this power over her, that you could make her cum so easily, that she desired you so much that she found it hard to even have any control. You wanted to tease her constantly, to degrade her and embarrass her by using her desire for you against her.

Wanda’s sleepy breaths hitched as you rubbed your warm, wet folds up and down her length, leaving a wet, sticky trail on the strap. She shifted under you, turning her head back to the other side. Her eyebrows creased deeper, her face contorting into a look of neediness as she subconsciously bucked her hips, pushing herself harder onto you. Chuckling, you gave her one last kiss on her neck before sitting up fully, unable to control yourself anymore. You wanted to get what you truly wanted out of her before she woke up.

Your breathing growing heavier, along with the rain pattering much harder on the window outside, you lined Wanda’s cock up with your entrance, letting it sit there pressed against it for a moment. You took a deep breath—her size still surprised you, and you still needed to relax and prepare yourself before taking her in. Thanks to the blowjob and how wet you were, there was enough lubrication for you to lower yourself down on her cock, feeling her slide right in and stretch your walls around her.

“Fuck,” you whispered as you stopped halfway, feeling a tinge of pain. Wanda shifted beneath you, which didn’t help, so you just took another deep breath and basically slammed yourself down on her, Wanda’s entire cock ramming deep inside you.

As if on cue, right as you let out a louder shriek than you meant to because of the way her cock hit your cervix, Wanda also let out a sleepy form of a moan, her head swaying to the side as her legs shifted under the blankets below you.

Placing your hands on her shoulders, you stayed still and felt her throb inside you as she squirmed, watching her eyes scroll side to side behind her eyelids. Biting your lip, you slowly lifted yourself off halfway before coming back down again, nearly seeing stars when she hit your deepest point again.

It was obvious that doing this wasn’t going to keep her asleep for much longer. She was still moving, eyelids fluttering, lips twitching as if trying to speak between her growing breaths. She was breathing faster now, redness blooming on her cheeks.

There was no point in being careful now. Grinding your teeth together, you rolled your hips, throwing your head back as she hit your sweet spot in your lower tummy. She was so big that her cock was basically all you could feel as you rode her, feeling pure pleasure bloom inside you as you anticipated the ending you were dreaming about.

“Mmmm-nnnn” Wanda murmured as she squirmed more beneath you, kicking at the sheets covering her feet and arching her back. “Ahhh…” She was starting to come to, being lured by your actions into an in-between state between sleeping and waking. She was arching her back off the bed and bucking her hips up into you, natural instinct to have more friction and be as close to you as possible coming through.

Power filled you as you stared down at the helpless witch, her cock lodged deep inside you, throbbing as you bounced on it. You bit the tip of your tongue and squeezed her shoulders, digging your nails into her skin as you rode her cock.

The feeling of your nails in Wanda’s skin was the one thing that brought her into awareness. Her eyelashes fluttered, mouth dropping open. Finally, her eyes opened fully, exposing those pretty irises that were usually green but were now a deep, sleepy crimson red from the magic she was subconsciously using.

A grin slashed across your own face, your tummy filled with excitement as you watched the look of confusion on Wanda’s once peaceful face. This was the second moment you were anticipating the most. Her eyebrows contorted in confusion as she stared up at you, her eyes blank with dumb sleepiness at first as her mouth let out heavy breaths. Then she blinked a few times, her eyes falling down over your body and to her own. She saw her cock, glistening with wet, appear halfway with every other bounce you made. She watched it appear as you lifted up, and then disappear again as you slapped yourself down on her lap.

Then she felt it. The tight, wet warmth. The squeezing of your walls around her. The more textured parts around your cervix, how much warmer and tighter you felt the deeper she was. Your lips smushed against the base of her cock when you had her fully inside. The ridges of your cunt massaging her length as you jerked up and down on her, the friction feeling like a white hot flame of pleasure with each stroke.

Her mouth fell open wider with a loud, startled moan, her hands immediately slapping onto your hips and holding them. “Baby!” she exclaimed in surprise, trying to blink the bleariness out of her eyes as you continued fucking yourself on her.

You giggled at her reaction, how she was confused but so turned on and so obviously overwhelmed by the feeling of you milking her cock as soon as she woke up, this being the very first thing her consciousness experienced this rainy morning. You felt her cock swell a little inside you, now that she was awake with her magic.

Her breathing turned into gasps, her eyes squeezing shut as she hissed through her teeth, her hips trembling as you slammed down onto them. “Fuck, baby, fuck, fuck,” she croaked, her voice sleepy and husky and burning hot in your ear.

“I always wanted to wake you up like this,” you whispered, scratching down her chest and over her nipples, causing her to let out the cutest little high-pitched whimper.

“Fuck,” was all she could whisper, holding your hips as they bounced up and down on her length.

You could see the sweat breaking on her forehead, the flush in her cheeks, the way her tummy tightened under your palm. She was getting close.

“D-Did you use prot-protection?” Wanda stammered, her brown hair starting to stick to her temples. She knew the answer. She could feel it, but she needed to ask anyway.

Chuckling, you let out a pornographic moan just to make her shudder and then said, “Nope.”

Wanda’s eyes widened a little in panic. She could already feel herself leaking a little, or maybe it was just your wetness, which was also dripping down her shaft and onto her thighs. Through the slight panic in your eye you could see the desperation, the idea she always dreams about sitting right there in her brain.

You purposefully clenched, and she bit her lip and threw her head back, her body lifting off the bed as she pushed herself into you. You gasped at the depth but used your strength to pin her hips back down to the bed.

“Baby,” she breathed, her eyes barely open. “Baby, get up.” Her voice grew breathy with quickness. “I’m gonna cum. Get up.” She slapped your hip a few times to make you get up, but you kept riding her.

“No,” you purred, leaning down closer to her face and smirking. “You can easily push me off if you want to.” You watched her, struggling to keep her eyes open, her body moving with your bouncing, look up at you with such a strong mix of horror and desire on her face. You waited, but she only continued to struggle beneath you, not making any effort to use her magic or strength to push you off. “So why don’t you?”

Wanda whined, throwing her head back and closing her eyes as if just looking at you was going to make her bust. Her nails dug into your hips as she trembled, looking like the pleasure was turning into pain as you continued to ride her. There was no way she would actively deny you. She could stop herself all she wanted when it was her in control, but if you were going to take it from her, she couldn’t not acquiesce.

“Baby, please,” she murmured through gritted teeth, tears forming in the corners of her eyes from the struggle to keep herself from cumming. You knew she could stop it if she wanted to—you didn’t have her physically wrangled, and even if you did, her magic could put an end to it immediately. “Please, get up, I can’t hold it.”

Grinning, you slam your hand over her throat, and she gasps, choking slightly as you squeeze her throat. “You’re so cute like this,” you whisper, “Begging me to stop. You’re the one who can’t control yourself.”

Tears were falling down her cheeks now. “Please, please,” she begged, her eyes squeezed shut. “Please, baby, I can’t—I can’t hold it—I’m gonna cum, fuck, please…”

“Do it. Give me all your cum,” you hiss, riding her harder to the point where the bedframe slams against the wall. Wanda, choking on the pressure of your hand around her throat, trembled and violently twitched below and inside you as she tried her hardest to hold it. But she was hot to the touch, and so were you, and your cunt felt so good squeezing around her cock, and you were taking complete advantage of her which she found to be so hot, and she hadn’t been able to stop dreaming about breeding you for weeks now, and it was all too much for her to even stop it.

“Fuck, baby, fuck, get off, I’m gonna… fuck, fuck fuck!”

Wanda’s nails dug into your hips as her words turned into incoherent babbles, her mouth falling wide open and her body lifting completely off the bed as she finally lost all control. You tried to watch her as long as you could, but your eyes fluttered closed when finally you felt her cock give one last hard twitch before loads of her burning hot cum went gushing deep inside you, splashing the wall of your cervix and filling your tummy all up.

The feeling made you cum, shivering on top of her and squeezing around her which only prolonged her orgasm even more. Wanda saw flashing images of you pregnant, which had been fueling what she thought was fear for weeks now, but she was learning just now that that fear was pure fetish. She tugged your hips down onto her and pushed herself as deep inside you as possible as she loaded you with her cum, surprising you with her strength as she kept you in a complete hold.

After a few moments, when she had filled you with all she had to give, which was a shocking amount this time because of how long she had held it, and you were limp against her chest, recovering from your own orgasm, Wanda finally relaxed, letting go of your hips and closing her eyes.

“Fuck,” she breathed, panting as sweat rolled down her tear-streaked face. You were quiet for a minute, relishing the feeling of a full tummy of Wanda’s cum, her cock throbbing gently in your cunt. You were so glad she’d enchanted that strap.

Finally, you hummed, looking up at her. She looked dazed and fuzzy-minded, her eyes hooded and cheeks blushing red from embarrassment. She sighed and grinned sheepishly, placing her hands over her face. You smirked. “That was a lot better than cumming on my tits, right?”

Wanda breathed. “Well, good morning to you, too.”

[sweetshuga]

𝒀’𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆? ✰ 𝑴.𝑺

ⓘ 𝑺𝑴𝑼𝑻! ⋆ fwb!matt ⋆ p in v ⋆ pet name ⋆ safe sex (best sex) ⋆ big dick!matt + more.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕... Sneaking around with your friend (with benefits) ’cause he’s not ready to tell his brothers.

It isn’t easy sneaking around. Well, that’s given when Matt is always home with his brothers, but you two always found a way to sneak around without raising any suspicions.

Fast forward to finally having some alone time for once thanks to Nick and Chris going to the store to pick up some stuff. You two got down and dirty embarrassingly quickly—quite literally right after they left. Matt was pining you against the wall and it escalated from there, and before you knew it, you were on Matt’s bed with him on top of you.

You had a pillow propped under your hips as Matt’s hefty length slid in and out of your sopping wet cunt in languid, deep thrusts. His hands caressed your body as his mouth dominated yours in a deep kiss, effectively swallowing your pretty little moans.

Matt was gentle, but dominant enough to make you feel like you were on cloud nine. His hands roamed all over your body like he couldn’t get enough of you, his mouth trailed kisses down your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin before soothing it with more kisses.

It wasn’t long before you felt a warmth spreading through your stomach. The feeling of tautness slowly increased with each of his languid thrusts.

Matt, ever the observer, caught on to the telltale signs of your impending orgasm quite quickly. One of his hands travelled down to press against your lower abdomen, just above your mound.

You weren’t expecting him to suddenly start pounding into you, but he did. His hips picked up pace, slapping against your thighs as he put more pressure on your pelvis and tilted his hips at a certain angle—that’s when you felt it.

He was hitting your g-spot dead on.

Your eyes rolled back involuntarily, a sharp gasp ripping from your throat, followed by breathy moans that grew in volume the more he pressed against your pelvis.

Your back arched, nails digging into his back as you felt yourself being fucked – quite literally – silly. All thoughts disappeared as your senses zeroed in on the intense pleasure of his tip slamming into your g-spot over and over again.

Matt groaned in pleasure and exertion as he held himself up with one hand, keeping his other pressed firmly against your lower abdomen as he pounded into you with more vigor.

"Y’feel me deep inside?" he suddenly rasped, his voice hoarse and deeper than usual. He thrust sharply, burying himself deep inside you, and his cock hit just right as if to emphasize his words.

"Fuuuckk, sweetheart- you feel soo fucking good." Matt babbled as he kept fucking you, feeling your pussy grip him tightly—almost greedily like you didn’t want to let go. The feeling made him shudder and goosebumps formed on his skin when he felt your nails rake across his back.

Your face contorted in pleasure when you reached your climax. Your back arched as you cried out, your inner walls fluttering rhythmically around his still pistoning cock. Matt followed shortly after, filling the condom full of his warm cum as he let out low moans.

Matt slumped on top of you, taking a few deep breaths to steady his fast heartbeats before lifting himself up just enough to pull out. He took off his condom, tying it up and discarding it in the trash bin beside your nightstand before rolling onto his back and pulled you with him, cuddling with you.

He’s just so sweet—too sweet for a friend with benefits.

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆.ᐟ | 𝒘𝒄 – 𝟓𝟖𝟒 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

© 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔𝒉𝒖𝒈𝒂

[pleasantlycrazyworld]

All of you

A/N: This is smut so mdni please. Bob takes readers virginity. The reader is called a variety of pet names like honey, baby, and princess. Bucky's version will be out tomorrow!

You had told him once–awkwardly, cheeks flushed. You said it in the quiet way someone drops something delicate into open hands—that you'd never done this before. Not in a “saving it” way. Not for any big reason. Just… you never met someone. Until now. And now, you wanted to. With him. Bob had kissed you then, slow and understanding, hands cradling your jaw like you were something precious. “Whenever you’re ready,” he’d said. “And only if you want to.”

That conversation was two weeks ago and tonight, with his hands smoothing over your back, his eyes searching yours in the low amber light of his bedroom—you wanted to.

“Are you sure?” he asked again, voice low and steady, every syllable wrapped in patience. You nodded, biting your lip. “I want it to be with you.” Bob smiled, not the playful smirk you knew so well, but something softer, loving.

“You’ve got me, sweetheart,” he murmured. “All of me. Just say stop if anything feels wrong, yeah?” You nodded and kissed him instead of responding verbally.

He took his time, like he always did—like every brush of skin and every look meant something. Because with Bob, it always did. Your shirt was the first thing to go, his warm hands tracing every inch of new skin like he was trying to memorize it. He looked at you like you were art. Like he couldn’t believe you were choosing him.

“You’re so beautiful,” he breathed, watching you blush and shift beneath his gaze. “Do you know that?” You shook your head, biting your bottom lip gently. He kissed your neck, then your shoulder, and then he moved lower. “Then Imma keep reminding you,” he spoke against your skin like he was taking a vow.

When you were finally bare beneath him, vulnerable and shaking just a little, he paused—lips brushing yours, one hand pressed to your cheek.

“We can stop right now,” he said. “No pressure. I’m okay with just hold you just like this.” But you kissed him again, deeper this time. "Please, Bob. I want you." He nodded softly and kissed the skin he could reach.

“You still okay baby?” he asked, voice quiet. You were beneath him now, your legs spread and trembling, your body buzzing with nerves and need. His fingers had already coaxed you open, gentle and deliberate. You were flushed and soaked and aching. You nodded, eyes wide, heart in your throat. “Yeah. Just…nervous.” Bob leaned down and kissed your forehead. Then your cheek. Your lips. He lingered there, soft and sure. “You’re allowed to be nervous. We’ll go slow. We don’t have to do anything that doesn’t feel right.”

“I trust you,” you whispered. His breath caught, just a little. Then he reached for the condoms he’d placed on the nightstand. “Okay, baby. I got you. Let me take care of you.” He rolled it on, and even that—watching him, hard and flushed and careful—made your stomach flip. “Deep breath for me baby,” he murmured, settling between your thighs again. One of his hands intertwined with yours, the other guiding himself. His tip brushed your entrance, hot and slick.

The stretch burned a little. You winced—and instantly, Bob froze. “You okay?” he asked. Concern clouded his expression. “Too much?”

“No, no,” you panted. “Just… different. But I’m okay. You can keep going.”

You might've been okay physically, but you were so nervous. He could see it in your eyes. Bob dipped his head, lips brushing your ear. “I’ll go slow. Just the tip first. If it’s too much, I’ll stop. You squeeze my hand, okay?” You nodded, unable to find your words. And then he pushed in—just an inch. Stretching you, slow and steady, burning but not unbearable. You gasped. Your grip tightened on his hand.

“Breathe,” he whispered, forehead pressed to yours. “You’re doing so good for me honey. Just let me in a little more.” He moved gently, easing forward. You could feel every ridge of him, every inch of him as he filled you, his free hand rubbing soothing circles along your thigh. When he was fully inside, you were panting—overwhelmed, full, and blinking back tears.

“Jesus,” he groaned, clenching his jaw to focus on staying still. “You feel incredible. So warm. So fucking perfect. Oh my god.” You weren’t sure if it was the stretch or the way he said it, but something in you cracked open. You moaned softly, hips tilting. “There we go,” he praised, kissing your jaw. “Look at you. Taking me so well princess.”

He rocked into you, just a little. A slow roll of his hips. It hurt less now—just pressure, just a stretch. The sting was starting to become more of a heat, more of pure desire.

He moved again. Another gentle thrust. His lips dragged down your neck. “You’re mine, sweetheart. Got you like this. Wrapped around me. So fucking good for me.” A whimper slipped from your throat. You were gasping now—wanting more, and not sure how to ask for it. But Bob knew. He always knew what you wanted...what you needed. “Want it deeper?” he asked, voice hoarse. You nodded desperately and moaned the only word you could think of. “Please.”

His hips rolled again, this time firmer, and you felt it. The drag. The stretch. The thick push of him sliding against places you didn’t know could be so sensitive. “Oh my god,” you gasped before moaning louder than before. “That’s it,” he growled, picking up the pace. “Taking all of me. You’re doing so good, taking me so well–so deep.” Your legs wrapped around his waist instinctively. You clung to him like he was the only solid thing in the world. His hands wrapped around your thighs, leaving fingerprint bruises on the soft flesh from how tight he was holding them. And he held you back. Fucked you slow, deep, careful—but deliberate. Like he wanted to imprint the feeling of you in his bones.

You were trembling when you came. Clenching around him, nails digging into his back, breath caught in your throat as pleasure washed over you. Bob kissed you through it, whispering praise, fucking you through the aftershocks until he finally gasped, burying himself deep with a low, “Fuck—baby—” as he came too.

He didn’t pull out right away. He just held you, still deep inside you, stroking your hair and murmuring against your skin.

“Can you talk?” he asked softly. You nodded, eyes fluttering open. “M’still here.” Bob smiled and muttered “Good”, against your forehead. “You did so good. I’m so proud of you, you know that?.” Your body was trembling a little, but not from fear. It was the overstimulation. The exhaustion and emotions flowing through your bones.

He slipped out of you slowly, murmuring an apology when you winced at the ache. Then he rolled to the side, reaching for tissues and gently cleaning between your thighs. “I know it’s messy. But I’ll run us a bath in a minute, okay?” You didn’t answer. You just pulled him down to you before you buried your face in his chest. His arms came around you instantly. “You okay?” You nodded into his skin. “I think I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone.”

His throat worked around a quiet sound—almost a laugh, almost a sob. “You’ve got all of me,” he whispered. “You always have.”

Bob eventually did get you in that bath. He helped you in, washed your hair, sat behind you and kissed your shoulder every time you winced. He whispered sweet nothings while he wrapped a towel around you, dressed you in one of his shirts, and tucked you back into bed. And when you fell asleep curled into his side, he didn’t move. Just held you there. Protectively. Reverently. Like you were something holy he was lucky to touch.

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The sunlight was warm. The kind that filtered through curtains in thick strips and kissed your face until you stirred with a little whine and buried deeper into the warmth beside you.

“Hey,” Bob whispered, voice still rough with sleep. “You awake?”

“Mhmmm. Barely.” His arm was heavy across your waist, keeping you tucked into his chest. His shirt—soft and far too big on you—was wrinkled from the way you’d collapsed into it hours ago, too spent and floaty to think about anything but his arms around you. “You okay?” he asked softly, brushing a thumb over your hip. “Sore?”

“A little. But it’s a good sore.” He grinned into your hair. “A proud sore.” You snorted. “Okay, calm down.”

“Just saying,” he drawled, pulling you closer. “You took me like a damn champ. That deserves a trophy... Or at least pancakes.” You smiled into his chest. “There are worse ways to earn breakfast.” His hand rubbed slow circles over your back, and for a few moments it was quiet. Still. Just the soft rhythm of his breathing and the weight of the blanket tangled between your legs.

Then... “Hey.”

You looked up. Bob’s blue eyes were sleepy, but so full of affection it made your chest ache. “I love you,” he said, simply. “Just needed to say it out loud this morning.” You felt your cheeks heat. “I love you too.” He smiled. “You’re really something, y’know that?” You rolled onto your back with a groan. “God, if you keep being sappy I’m never going to get out of this bed.” Bob shifted, hovering over you now, face hovering above yours with a teasing glint in his eye. “Is that a threat or a promise?”

You kissed him, slow and sweet. “Pancakes first. Shenanigans later.” He flopped back dramatically, one hand to his chest. “You wound me.” 

“I’ll make the coffee,” you offered, sitting up and stretching. Bob caught your wrist and pressed a kiss to the inside. “You aren't doing anything. Just let me take care of you.”

“You did,” you said softly. “You do. Every day.” His gaze softened again. “Still gonna do it. Every damn day I get to.”

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Fifteen minutes later, you found yourself perched on the counter in the kitchen, still just wearing his shirt and watching him flip pancakes like some domestic god. His hair was tousled, his jaw still scruffy, and his bare feet padded quietly across the floor as he hummed a tune under his breath. “You’re staring,” he said without turning. “Can you blame me?” He turned around with a smirk and offered you a forkful. “Here. Taste test for me.” You leaned forward, took the bite, and moaned dramatically. “God-tier.” He raised a brow. “That good?”

“Or maybe I’m just still riding the high of last night.” Bob leaned in and kissed your cheek. “Let’s keep you flying then.”

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ZZZ Lighter "just the tip" Lorenz

Drabble

Lighter X Gn!reader

Cw: unprotected sex, creampie.

He presses his body against you quickly, trying to shave off as much of His clothing as possible. Hungry and eager, he takes you right there in the middle of the desert. Making sure to lay you down on his leather jacket before clawing at your clothing.

You can see Lighter's sweaty body, his lopsided shades as those piercing olive green eyes look down at you. He cannot wait a single second to be inside you. And you couldn't anymore. Your mouth was on his lips as soon as your pants were off. A hot messy kiss that left Lighter wanting more. As soon as you broke away you remembered something. Something extremely important.

"Baby condom..."You managed to gasp out as his hungry mouth find yours again. His hands digging into your sides holding you still as his cock grinds against your clothed entrance feeling your damp underwear getting more and more soaked with his precum and your juices.

He tilt his head back getting lost to the friction of his swollen cock sliding against wet cloth separating him from you

"Lighter condom." You've grown a little louder. Lighter hums before reaching for his wallet. He keeps his hips grinding against you as he rifles through his wallet and then his jacket pockets.

No condoms....

"Shit..."Lighter growl. He would rather be a dead man than stop right here when the mood is so right when all he could think about is being deep inside you.

"just the tip, babe, I'll pull out, I promise."He mutters into your shoulder, sliding your underwear to the side. Not wanting to wait a single second more to take off your underwear. Plus you are wearing your nice pair, and who is he to deny a little bit of eye candy.

You should have been suspicious of a man who can barely remember the names of certain people to pull out of you. But with your brain so clouded with lust, you didn't have any second thoughts as he pushed the tip inside you.

Light thrusting slowly turns into deeper fucking as he drills you into his jacket. He even flips you around to fuck you from behind your nails, digging into His leather jacket.

You feel so good. Your warm, wet, tightening walls were something that he might get addicted to.

The last thing on his mind was pulling out. When he got close, going by muscle memory alone, he slammed as deep as he could, exploding inside you. Relishing in the way your walls squeeze and milk his cock in a vice grip.

Lighter has the memory of a goldfish, but he'll think about the irresistible feeling of being inside you without a condom. Every time, he goes to grab one

[mylovesstuffs]

OT13 reaction to their s/o suggesting going raw for the first time

Request: May I request something a little spicy SVT reaction to their partner tell them they are on birth control now and suggested on using no condoms for the first time. (if they both agree) P.S You have such good writing!

A/N: I'm not sure if I did this justice, but my writing style shifts depending on my mood and the request. This time, it just felt right to make most of them take the lead—so here we are. And ofc, they’d be thrilled to finally experience this without any barriers, but y’all, be smart and stay safe, alright? NOT PROOFREAD!

Content: MDNI ! reader is on birth control, heavy implications, mild degradation & possessiveness, several members take on dominant/assertive roles, mature language, grip-tightening, caging, and restraint, raw/unprotected sex implication, loss of control themes. Lmk if I missed anything

Seungcheol: His eyes lock onto yours, filled with a mix of surprise and something primal. "Are you sure?" His voice is low, just above a whisper, almost a growl as he steps closer, his hand cupping your face, thumb brushing over your cheek. "You've got to know this means something,” he murmurs, his breath warm against your lips. There's an intensity in his stare is deeper than lust. His fingers trace the curve of your jaw before tilting your chin up, "We can take it slow, but I trust you." His lips press to your forehead, lingering for a moment, as if he's grounding himself of what's about to happen. His hands find your waist, his grip firm. "Tell me if you're ready,” he whispers, his voice laced with restraint, as if he's holding himself back. But you see it_the simmering desire in his eyes, the hunger behind his control.

Jeonghan: The moment you speak, Jeonghan's expression falters, his eyes darkening with a barely contained desire. His fingers reach up to trace along your jaw, slow, sending shivers through you. "Are you sure, angel?" he murmurs, yes he'll angel you in this moment his voice softer now, thoughtful, but there's an edge to it. "Because once we do this, there's no way we can go back to how things were, I'll love it." His lips brush against yours, feather-light at first, teasing. "I want you to be all in," he whispers, his breath hot against your skin, "to feel every sensation with me." Then, without warning, he closes the distance, capturing your lips fully, deeply, drawing a gasp from you. His hands skim down your sides, a slow, lazy exploration. But you can feel the tension in his body, the way he's holding himself back, waiting for you to pull him closer, to give in completely to him.

Joshua: Joshua steps toward you, his gentle eyes now filled with dark clouds, with lust, love and longing. His fingers brush against your cheek, his touch too soft for the way his smirk is beginning to form. "If you're sure..." his voice trails off, as if giving you one last chance to reconsider, but the glint in his eyes tells you he already knows your answer. Then, before you can react, he's pushing you back onto the bed, hovering over you in an instant, caging you in beneath him. His lips crash onto yours, slow but demanding, as his teeth graze your lower lip, a light bite before he deepens the kiss. His hands slide under your blouse, fingertips tracing over your skin exploring every little definition. "You feel so warm," he murmurs, his lips now trailing down your jaw, your neck. "I've been waiting for this." His voice is smooth, restrained but utterly consuming.

Jun: Jun's lips curl into a teasing smile, but there's a pretty undeniable sharpness in his gaze. "Is that what you want?" His voice is smooth, almost playful, but there’s a darkness underneath—to say the least, it’s possessive. You nod, barely breathing as he steps closer, your bodies now only inches apart. He watches you carefully, like a predator watching its prey. "Say it," he demands, his fingers gripping your waist. "I want to hear you say it" Once the words leave your lips, the atmosphere shifts. The teasing glint in his eyes fades into more serious. Then, in one swift move, he pushes you back against the wall, his hand tilting your chin up before his lips crash into yours. His kisses are intense, his other hand sliding down, unbuttoning your shirt one-handed with an ease that makes your breath hitch. "You make it too easy for me" he murmurs against your lips, before pressing another deep kiss to them, his grip tightening ever so slightly, just enough to make you shiver.

Hoshi: His grin shifts into something raw immediately. His fingers brush against your arm before trailing up to your collarbone, his touch feather-light but burning all the same. "You want that, huh?" His voice is teasing, but there's a weight behind it. His smirk grows as he watches you, waiting, savoring your reaction. You barely have time to respond before he's stepping forward, walking you back until the back of your legs hit the bed. "Sit," he instructs, voice low. You obey, heart hammering as he crawls onto the mattress, kneeling before you. He leans in, close enough that you can feel his breath on your lips but not quite kissing you yet. His hands slide over your thighs, slow, deliberate. Then, with a smirk, he says, "Take it off." When you hesitate slightly flustered cause of his so forward reaction, his fingers tilt your chin up. "Oh, come on," he coaxes. "Don't get shy on me now," he says as a low chuckle escapes him, his fingers trail down your arm. "I want to see you," his lips brushing against your ear, gaze never wavers, as he leans in just a little closer, his warmth pulling you in like gravity.

Wonwoo: His face remains impassive at first, but there's a shift in the air. His fingers graze your arm, soft yet searing. "If we do this, it's not just a step... it's a leap," he says, his voice a quiet storm. He leans in, lips hovering just over your skin, breath warm and intoxicating. "You sure you want to cross that line with me?" There's something about the way he says it—low, deliberate, a dare wrapped in restraint that makes you want him even more. His grip on your wrist tightens slightly, just enough to make you gasp. But then you nod. And suddenly, there's no hesitation. His mouth crashes onto yours, ferocity unraveling between you both in waves. He lifts you effortlessly, pressing you against the nearest surface as his lips trail down your neck, fingers tracing paths of fire along your skin. "You have no idea what you've just started," he whispers, voice thick with lust and danger. Your breath hitches as his grip tightens, anchoring you against him. His teeth graze your pulse point, a teasing scrape before his tongue soothes the sting, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. His hands roam lower, fingers pressing into your hips with just enough force to make you shiver. "You still have time to change your mind," he murmurs, though the way his body molds against yours tells a different story. His eyes lock onto yours, waiting for the final word that will unravel everything between you.

Woozi: Woozi doesn't react immediately, but the way his body stills speaks volumes. His eyes flicker with something intimate yet laced with danger. Slowly, he steps forward, erasing the space between you until your breaths are mingling. "You sure?" His voice carries a weight that sinks into your skin. His fingers brush against your waist, tentative at first, but when you don't pull away, his grip tightens. "I'll be gentle... but you'll feel every bit of me." It's a promise that makes your pulse stutter. Then, with no warning, he moves. His hands find your hips as he pushes you down onto the mattress, hovering over you, his smirk barely visible in the dim light. "You knew what you were doing when you said that," he murmurs, his lips tracing down your jaw. His body presses against yours, liquid seeping through the fabric of your underwear. "No going back now." His fingers trail along the hem of your shirt, teasing, testing, before slipping beneath the material, his touch searing against your skin. His lips follow the path of his hands, leaving ghostly kisses down your neck, over your collarbone, marking every inch as his own. The heat between you coils tighter, your heartbeat matching his as he meets your gaze and in the next second, the last barrier on you is gone.

Dokyeom: Kyeom blinks, as if processing your words, and for a split second, you see flashes in his eyes—excitement, hesitation and hunger beneath it all. His hands find your shoulders, grounding both of you, as he exhales slowly. "If we do this..." he swallows, his voice dropping an octave, "...I won't ever go back." His grip tightens just slightly, enough to make your breath hitch. "I trust you, but I want to make sure you trust me too." His lips brush against your ear, his voice a whisper, soft yet laced that makes your stomach coil. The moment you give him the green light, the hesitation vanishes. In one swift movement, he throws himself at you, knocking you onto the bed with a breathless laugh that quickly turns into something more heavier. His hands explore, his touch reverent but eager. "You don't even realize what you've done to me," he murmurs against your skin before his mouth captures yours completely.

Mingyu: Mingyu's smile falters—not in hesitation, but in something else entirely. The puppy boyishness drains away, replaced by something raw. His fingers find the curve of your neck, trailing down slowly, deliberately, as he tilts his head. "You sure you're not playing around, are you?" His voice is softer than expected, but there's a warning. He steps closer, so close that your bodies almost touch, and the air between you grows heavier. His thumb brushes against your bottom lip before he leans in, capturing your mouth in a deep kiss. His hands grip your waist, firm yet careful. "I'll make sure you're okay," he breathes against your lips, "but once we do this... it's just us. No second thoughts." His body presses against yours, his warmth intoxicating. "I'm not going back." Then, with a smirk that's nothing short of sinful, he adds, "And if you think I'm stopping anytime soon... you're sorely mistaken." Before you can react, he moves swiftly and unrelenting, pinning you beneath him that steals your breath. His lips find yours again, demanding and feverish, his hands roaming memorizing every inch of you. "You started this," he murmurs against your skin, his voice a husky whisper. "Now, let me finish it."

Minghao: Minghao's eyes darken, his composed exterior cracking just enough to let something else slip through. He tilts his head, watching you carefully, calculating every flicker of emotion in your face, "Sure." His fingers brush a stray strand of hair from your face, his touch lingering, almost possessive. He lets the silence stretch, watching your reaction, waiting for that final confirmation. Then, when he sees the resolve in your eyes, his lips curve into a slow smirk. "You sure you're ready for this?" His voice drops lower, softer, but it sends a shiver down your spine. "Because I don't do things halfway." His grip tightens on your waist as he pulls you flush against him, his mouth ghosting over yours before finally claiming it in a kiss that leaves no room for hesitation. "Guess we're doing this raw," he mutters against your lips, and the sheer confidence in his tone makes your breath hitch. He draws back slightly, eyes dark with lust and a hint of playful mischief. "Hope your pill work, sweetheart. Because pulling out isn't exactly my strong suit." He punctuates his words with a sharp nip at your bottom lip, followed by a sensual swipe of his tongue.

Seungkwan: Seungkwan's expression shifts from surprise to darkness, his brightness dimming into something far more intense. His eyes narrow, a slow smirk playing at the edges of his lips. "So, you really want this?" His voice is teasing, but laced with an intensity that mirrors the dark undercurrent of the situation. He steps forward, crowding into your space, his fingers skimming over your waist with a feather-light touch that makes you shiver. "You know there's no going back once I start indulging, right?" His voice dips lower as he presses his lips to yours, slow at first, teasing until his grip tightens, pulling you flush against him. His breath is hot against your skin when he speaks again, his fingers tracing patterns along your sides. "Don't look at me like that unless you're ready to take everything I'm about to give you."

Vernon: For a moment, Vernon just looks at you, his eyes searching for yours, as if giving you one last chance to take it back. But then, something shifts—his gaze softens, but the flicker of danger remains, a smoldering heat beneath the surface. "So... we're doing this for real?" His voice is low, yet it reverberates through you. His fingers brush against your cheek, barely touching, before sliding down to tilt your chin up toward him. "I won't rush you. But if this happens..." He pauses, leaning in so his lips ghost over yours, his breath warm against your skin. "You're not going to forget it." He seals his promise with a kiss, His lips move against yours slowly at first, teasing, testing, like he’s savoring the anticipation crackling between you. But then, his grip tightens on your hips, pulling you flush against him, and all restraint shatters. The kiss deepens, turning hungrier, more demanding, his tongue sweeping against yours. His hands roam, tracing over your back, slipping under your shirt, fingertips grazing heated skin. "You have no idea what you’ve just started," he murmurs against your lips. Then, in one swift motion, he guides you back, your body sinking into the mattress as he hovers over you. His gaze locks onto yours, "Last chance," he says, his fingers trailing down your arm, his weight pressing just enough to keep you beneath him. "Tell me you want this." His breath fans over your lips, waiting. But the moment you whisper yes, everything else disappears.

Dino: For once, Dino hesitates. His energy is tempered. His eyes search yours, his hands settling at your sides. "Are you sure?" His voice is quieter than usual, lacking its playfulness, yet there's an undeniable intensity there. You nod, and the hesitation melts away, replaced by hunger. His grip tightens as he pulls you in, his forehead resting against yours for just a second like he's holding onto the last thread of control he has. "If we do this..." He swallows, his voice husky now, "It changes everything. You get that?" But the second you whisper yes, it's over. The restraint snaps, and he's on you. His lips capturing yours in a kiss that's all consuming, his hands exploring, pressing, claiming. "Too late to back out now," he mutters against your lips before pushing you down, his body following right after. He pins your wrists above your head, one hand holding them together while his other trails down. "Fuck, you're sexy when you look at me like that..." His voice trails off as he leans in, kissing along your jawline, then nipping at your earlobe. He releases one of your wrists to unbuckle his belt, smirking wickedly as he slowly unzips his pants and freeing his large, hard erection. He grips it firmly, giving it a slow stroke as he looks down at you with pure hunger and lust. "Last chance to back out, baby. After I'm inside you, there's no turning back."