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dollfacefantasy · 8 months

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Can't Help It

pairing: dbf!leon kennedy x fem!reader

summary: your dad's coworker needs a housesitter, but the house isn't the only thing you'll be sitting on (haha pls laugh)

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, masturbation, oral (m receiving), age gap (i imagine early 20s/late 30s), both reader and leon are kinda pervy but not in a skeevy way <3

word count: 5.3k

a/n: hi hi i am back! this was such a pain to write for no reason, but as always, i hope people enjoy. i'm not sure what trope this really falls under, it's probably more accurate to say dcw (dad's coworker), but we'll go with dbf for convenience. i might make a part 2 of this idk. also, i know the header images are really giving graphic design is my passion but... it is what is lol. as before, thank you for all the support on my last fics. if you reblogged or commented, i'm giving you a smooch rn. and just wanna say that i do take requests. if anyone is interested, don't be shy ;) any who, feedback, reblogs, and comments are appreciated! <3

When your dad’s new coworker asked if you’d be interested in housesitting for some easy money, you couldn’t find a reason to say no. Agent Kennedy, like your father, traveled for work a lot. Often gone for weeks at a time, he needed someone to watch the place and take care of menial tasks like getting the mail and watering the plants. It paid well and all you had to do was basically live in his house.

You had met him several times in passing before he offered you this job, and he was always nice to you. He would say hi when you’d come down for a snack while he talked to your dad in the living room. He’d ask how college was and about the different classes you were taking. One time he even told you about some old band he liked that he thought you would too. And that was all great.

But what was even better was that he was fine as fuck.

You had a fat crush on him from the moment you were introduced. The way his eyes pierced right through you but in the softest way. How his lips curled into a knowing smile while his hand gripped yours in a firm shake. The way he said “pretty name for a pretty girl” when you told him your name. From any other middle-aged man, that would have been so corny and had you internally shriveling up. But from him… you had to fight the urge to get on your knees then and there.

He’d approached you about watching his house, saying something about how there had been some nearby break-ins in empty houses and it would be a good way for you to get some spending money and blah blah blah. You were on board as soon as the opportunity to have more of him in your life presented itself.

Unfortunately, it was the nature of housesitting that you rarely saw your employer. You would see him when you showed up and when he came home and that was it. But those moments were enough to sustain your delusion.

The first time you came over, you walked into the house, glancing around the den of the man who enraptured you. It was pretty basic, but you figured that not being home a lot would be the reason for that. When you were done trying to psychoanalyze him from looking around his house, he gave you your own set of keys with a wink that had you blushing an embarrassing amount.

“Thank you, Mr. Kennedy,” you said softly.

“Call me Leon, Sweetheart,” he replied.

You had to look away to conceal your giddy smile. You didn’t think he noticed the effect he had on you. Or if he did, he didn’t care about your pitiful infatuation. But other times, you could have sworn he did this kind of thing on purpose.

Your first stint in the house went smoothly. You made sure to do everything he asked and even cleaned up the place a little bit. When he returned from wherever his work had taken him that time, he seemed impressed to your delight. He looked around, making small talk with you before writing your check.

“You get up to anything crazy while I was gone?” he said, smirking as he scribbled his signature on the small rectangle.

“Yeah, I was real wild - I brought out your vacuum for probably the first time.”

He laughed, handed you the check, and teasingly purred “good girl.”

Now, he may have been joking, but your panties nearly soaked through with arousal regardless. You yet again hid your revealing expression as you said a timid goodbye and headed out to your car. You were shifting your thighs together the whole ride home, fantasizing about being a good girl for Agent Kennedy so he would relieve that ache between your legs that clouded your thoughts.

Honestly, all of this made you feel pretty pathetic. Lusting after your father’s coworker, now technically your boss, who was a good fifteen years older than you. Blushing and squirming every time he said something more than ‘hi.’ Weren’t you better than this? But then you’d see those thick biceps and mysterious eyes, and the answer in your mind would be a resounding no.

Because honestly, you weren’t better than this, you were so much worse. After the good girl incident, you decided that if he didn’t want you yet, he would. You would make sure of it. From then on, every time you were housesitting, you wore your most revealing outfits, did your hair all pretty, and even tried special perfume so you’d smell extra nice.

But none of it seemed to work. He kept up his regular teasing and charm, but to your dismay, he hadn’t railed you on that sad leather couch in the living room. You tried to convince yourself that his gazes lingered longer and that his touches were more strategic, but that felt like reach even for you.

It was so frustrating. What more could you do? You touched his arm while he spoke. You laughed harder at his corny jokes. You even hugged him once or twice when you could justify it. You tried to drop hints every way you could without literally just trying to seduce him, and he did not seem to care. You nearly gave up. You decided that maybe you should just cut your losses and spare yourself the humiliation. Leave yourself with some dignity and resign to just being his housesitter.

You would have done this if not for the fact that he lets you sleep in his bed while he’s gone.

His house was meant for one person. It didn’t have a guest room. He told you on your first gig that you were obviously allowed to sleep in his bed since the alternative was the aforementioned sad leather couch in the living room. He told you to bring whatever you needed to be comfortable - sheets, blankets, pillows - since you’d be there for weeks at a time.

At first, it was too weird. It made you feel dirty, sleeping in his bed while harboring your secret carnal desires. But goddamn, that couch in the living room was uncomfortable. You stuck it out for the first time, but the second time you housesat, you relented and dragged your belongings back to the room you’d forbidden yourself from knowing.

His bedroom, like the rest of the house, is pretty blank, but there’s a little more personality here. It made you feel like such a stalker, but you couldn’t help making observations, right? You got to see the type of cologne he wore, the few dusty books he kept next to his bed, what kind of stuff he crammed in the nightstand drawers. It sounded creepy, but you just had curiosity, right?

You set yourself up in his queen size bed, draping the plush blanket you brought with you across the mattress. The bed was comfy enough, but the absolute best part, the part that kept your fantasies alive and well, was the way the sheets smelled like him.

You nearly moaned when you took a deep breath, filling your nose with that familiar scent. It gave you such a rush pushing your face into those smooth gray linens. It was so wrong, but you couldn’t help shamefully slipping your fingers beneath the waistband of your shorts to play with your swollen clit. You clutch the sheets in your fists as you writhe on the bed, whining as you fantasize about your special agent.

Leon had gone years leaving his house desolate without an issue. All that nonsense about potential burglaries and spending money for you had been total bullshit. It’s not like there was anything of value in his house anyway. Those excuses served only as a way to get more of you in his life. He thought housesitting was a happy middleground, a tether to you without being obvious about his motivations.

Ever since he saw you for the first time, heading out your front door, offering a timid ‘nice to meet you,’ he had been hooked. You bewitched him with your sweet temperament, that soft laugh when he told you bad jokes, those gorgeous eyes projecting all the emotions in that pretty head of yours. God, you were so fucking cute.

You made him feel like a dirty old man, sick and perverted for coveting his colleague’s daughter. The embarrassment he felt within himself when he’d notice he was staring at your tits or imagining how your soft lips would look wrapped around his cock was immeasurable. Even though the guilt boiled inside him, he couldn’t stop himself. He craved you. He started finding more opportunities to visit your house, hoping he could steal a few moments of your time. That’s when he knew enough was enough.

Having you as his house sitter worked perfectly. He could have his moments with you without feeling too disgusted with himself. Even though he liked to tease every so often, he kept it friendly. He noticed that you, on the other hand, seemed to be doing everything to change that.

He wasn’t a fool. He could see the changes in your appearance. Those skimpy outfits you’d flaunt yourself in drove him crazy. The way you’d playfully roll your eyes and brush his arm had his cock twitching in his pants. It was becoming all the more tempting to spread you out on the dining table and take what he wanted. But he still wrestled with that part of himself that said to not take it too far. That you deserved better.

That was until you started sleeping in his bed.

He had come home after your second gig, given you your check, and sent you on your way quickly because he was exhausted from his mission. He went straight to his room and collapsed on the bed. He could tell the sheets had been freshly washed by the soft feel, but also because you were always going above and beyond to please him. Despite the recent cleaning, he swore to himself he could smell some of your perfume on them.

He looked like a madman, smelling his bed sheets for the faintest hit of that scent. He groaned, picturing you lying here, your beautiful body sprawled out on his bed. He inhaled deeper while conjuring images of your unkempt hair and sleepy eyes. It wasn’t long until his dick sprung to life as he saw images of you with one of his pillows between your legs, whimpering as you drag your dripping cunt back and forth along the fabric. He couldn’t help the need to desperately pump his cock to sinful visions of his precious girl.

This morning it’s about six when Leon unlocks the front door and quietly walks inside. He completed his mission hours before. He was tired, but it had been short, only about a week, and relatively easy. He told you he would be home in the evening, but he’d finished earlier than expected.

He trudges through the house and down the hall to his bedroom, collapsing in bed at the forefront of his mind. It’s not until he reaches the door and hears your deep breathing that it occurs to him that his bed is currently occupied. He gently pushes the door open and walks in, planning on rousing you so you could get your money and be on your way. When he sees you though, that plan vanishes from his mind.

The sight of you nearly melts him into a puddle. He pads closer to the bed, careful not to disturb you. Your shiny hair is draped across the pillow as you lie on your stomach with one leg hiked up. Your arms rest close to your face, their raised position causing your t-shirt to ride up and allowing him to see your waist. The blanket was tangled between your legs, and his eyes are immediately drawn to the junction of your thighs covered only by those thin panties you wore.

Despite your beauty, he controls himself. He pulls the blanket over your lower body and sits beside you to contemplate his next move. He came up with a few different things he could do, but all he wanted right now was to watch you sleep. He felt like such a creep, but you looked heavenly in this state. His ears strained to hear those delicate exhales coming from your parted lips.

He could just go sleep on the couch until you woke up. He could just wake you up and offer to let you stay until you had your bearings. Or he could just let himself enjoy this a little more.

He wanted to wake you though. He wasn’t fully sure of what he was doing, but if there was any part of you that had reservations he wanted to know. It would rip his heart to shreds if he frightened you somehow. He begins rubbing your back in long soothing strokes. He makes small circles with his fingers every so often. You stir a little, but don’t wake.

He continues his ministrations, smiling at your sleeping form. He uses his other hand to brush your hair from your face. He strokes the locks away from your closed eyes before leaning closer to you. He can smell that familiar scent that had driven him to humping the sheets for the last few months.

“Hey Angel, need you to wake up for me,” he coos in your ear, his hot breath fanning across the side of your head.

It slowly registers inside your unconscious mind that you aren’t dreaming. Actual fingers are coasting along your back. An actual voice is coaxing you back to reality.

A low hum emits from your throat as you shift to face the source of your disturbance. Your eyes open, still heavy from sleep, and Leon enters your field of vision. For a second, you wonder if you’re still dreaming.

“There she is,” he whispers, giving you that charming smile. He runs his fingers along your jaw and tilts your chin to turn your face completely in his direction.

You feel your brain malfunctioning as he floods your senses. The morning light coming through the window illuminating him as he looks down at you. The deep timbre of his voice speaking to you. His rough fingertips dragging across the smooth expanse of your cheek.

Soon as your eyes come into focus and your mind clears the fog of sleep a little, you grasp enough of the situation to feel a jolt of panic. It felt like you woke up late for school. You shoot up in bed and look at him with wide, apologetic eyes.

“Oh my God, Leon, I’m so sorry. I thought you wouldn’t be back until tonight. I’ll be ready in a minute. Just-” you ramble. You go to fling the blanket off of you, but remember you didn’t wear shorts to bed. You have to sit there, looking at him as you feel heat creeping to your cheeks.

“Hey, it’s alright,” he cuts you off with a quiet chuckle, gently catching your arm when you sit up, “I finished a little early. You don’t need to rush out the door. I figured you’d still be asleep.”

The look in his eyes soothes you. He has that rugged, worn out look that he gets when he comes back from missions. Your heart rate falls back down to normal levels, but your eyes still cast downwards, a little embarrassed he’d caught you unprepared. His fingers trail up and down your arm, and you shift a little to try and hide the fact that your nipples are hardening beneath the flimsy fabric of your shirt.

“Thank you. I’ll be up in a few though. I know you’re probably tired,” you say, giving him a sheepish smile.

He moves so that he’s further on the bed with you. He lays back on the pillows and looks up at you, rubbing your back how he was before you woke up.

“Mmmm, I am, but you still don’t need to rush. I’m not gonna complain about a sweet thing like you warming my bed,” he says, that teasing smile spreading across his face and his fingers starting to trace patterns exclusively on the small of your back.

Your eyes flit away as your own smile grows on your face. How were you supposed to be normal about this? You look down at your hands in your lap and mutter a thank you.

“Honey, you really don’t need to be so shy all of the sudden,” he says softly, but there’s a smug lilt to his voice as well. You bite your lip as his hand begins fidgeting with the hem of your shirt.

He can’t help the smirk and predator-like glint in his eyes that form at your reaction. This was it. That little smile and refusal to meet his eyes was all he could stand. He was closing in now. The flirtation between you two had gone on long enough. He wanted this, and if you wanted it too, his mind couldn’t find a reason to deny the two of you any longer.

“Sweetheart, if you have something to tell me, you can come out and say it. I don’t bite. Unless you want me to,” he says as he reaches up to pull your hair behind your shoulder and out of your face, “And, lately I’m starting to think that’s what you want.”

You look over to him now, your eyes staring into his. Your limbs feel weak, disbelief coursing through your veins. Your thoughts stampede through your mind, but you eventually force the words from your throat.

“I think I want that too,” you breathe. Your heart seizes at his brows playfully rising. You lay down on the bed, resting on your side so that you and Leon are face to face. Your pulse thunders in your ears while you try to conceal how shaky your breathing is.

He scooches over to you, pushing you on to your back and propping himself on his elbow so he’s positioned above you. He leans down and presses two faint kisses to your cheeks. Pulling back, he looks into your eyes and strokes your cheek again with the same soft and slow movements.

“Think, babydoll? I think you know what you want,” he whispers, dragging his thumb over your bottom lip, “I think you’ve known for a while. Wearing all those cute little outfits, prancing through my house and brushing against me like a kitten. You were just begging for my attention.”

You squirm slightly under the spotlight of his affection. Somehow, you maintain eye contact even though every cell in you feels the urge to look away. Part of your mind wonders if he’s still teasing. If he’s about to pull away and leave you wanting.

Before you could overthink anymore, his head lowers to the crook of your neck. He takes a deep breath of you as he moves himself further on top.

“Now, you’ve got it, but all you had to do, sweet thing, was ask,” he says as his mouth ghosts over your neck, “That’s all you have to do right now. Just want to hear that you want me as bad as I want you.”

“Yes,” you whimper without a second thought, “Please touch me.”

“That’s my good girl,” he hums as he begins kissing your neck. The kisses are soft. They’re barely there, but they’re overwhelming to you. You can’t help the pathetic sound that leaves your lips as you tilt your head back. The hand that had been touching your face trails down to your waist and begins caressing your side under your shirt.

His tongue gently laps against the skin of your neck between kisses. Your whole body is starting to heat up while simultaneously getting chills. Every inch of you aches for his touch. Your thighs subconsciously spread as your breathing becomes heavier.

Leon lets out a small laugh at your display. “You must really want this Baby. Just a few kisses and rubs and you’re already mine,” he murmurs as his lips move up your neck and down your jaw. He kisses your lips next, giving your bottom lip a little nip.

Another needy sound escapes your mouth. You return the kiss and flick your tongue against his lips. “I do, wanted this since I met you,” you moan, your body writhing for more.

“Naughty girl,” he teases against your lips, “That’s okay though, Angel. I’m the same way. Wanted a handful of these pretty tits since I saw you.” His hand moves up and kneads your breast. His fingers massage the flesh before centering and pinching your nipple.

You whine and arch into his touch. Your eyes flutter as your face contorts with desire. He slides over you, straddling your waist. He stares down at you and takes in what was finally in his grasp. He coos for you to sit up a little while he pulls your shirt off of you. You comply and then flop back against the pillows. Now exposed from the waist up, his eyes feel even more intense. He’s locked on to the view of your tits.

“Oh, Sweetheart,” he mutters, “Even better than I imagined.” His hands cup the sides of your breasts, groping them a bit. You can now see his cock beginning to strain against his jeans. Your mouth waters at the sight, but it’s gone when he leans down to take a nipple into his mouth.

His tongue circles the peak before lapping against it, drawing more whines from you. Your body arches into his touch while his hands never let up their fondling. You take your lip between your teeth again. He moves to give the other nipple the same treatment, leaving the other one cold as the air touches the saliva-coated skin.

He plays with your breasts for a while more before drifting down your abdomen, lavishing your stomach with kisses. He squeezes your waist as he playfully tugs the hem of your panties with his teeth. He looks up at you deviously. “Your nipples were so hard, I bet your pussy’s fucking soaked for me.”

All you can do is nod, any verbal response tangled up in your esophagus. He leans back on his knees and swiftly pulls the garment off. His pupils seem blown out as he gets a look at your cunt. He pushes your thighs to your stomach, spreading you out for his gaze. You felt so exposed, at his mercy as he held you there and just looked at you. Your arms reach down and pull at the hem of his shirt.

“Wanna see you too,” you whimper with pleading eyes.

“Yeah?” he says with a soft smile. He leans back and pulls his shirt off. It takes everything in you to hold back a gasp. “Been fantasizing about me, have you?”

Your eyes rake along his chiseled abdomen, drinking in every line and shadow of his muscular frame. You reach out and pull him back on top of you. His grin grows, and he indulges you. You connect your mouths again, this time sliding your tongue inside his. He groans at your sudden eagerness. He runs his hand through your hair while you feel up his back, exploring the definition there.

You give him a little push, signaling that you want to roll over. His body flips over and takes you with him so that you’re positioned how you wanted. You make out for a minute more until you pull back, looking at him with your lustful eyes and swollen lips.

“Wanna suck your cock,” you say simply, sliding down his body so that you’re lying between his legs. You nuzzle against the bulge in his pants before unzipping them and tugging them down.

His eyes follow your every movement. He pets your head as you rub your face against the outline of his dick. He tilts his head back and lets out a sigh.

“That’s a good girl, just gotta give you some love and then you loosen up, don’t you?” he coos.

“Mhm,” you hum. You kiss his solid length over the cloth of his boxers. Then, finally, what you had been waiting for since meeting Leon. You loop your fingers over the waistband of his underwear and pull them down, unveiling his beautiful cock.

You wrap your fingers around it, just an exploratory touch. You feel the veins in your hold and the heat radiating from his shaft. You slowly bring your head to the tip to give him some tiny licks. Your eyes dart to his face, looking for approval.

Leon’s chest ached from the way you were looking at him like he was a god. When your tongue sticks out and your eyes return his stare, he nods at you and keeps stroking your hair. Your lips soon wrap around the tip, and you bob your head a little. He groans and his hips twitch.

“That’s a good girl, baby. Good fucking girl,” he moans as your head slides further down his member. His fingers lace through your hair, pulling a little.

The praise only makes you more enthusiastic. You move up and down with more speed, making lewd slurping noises as you work. His hand on your head and his sounds of pleasure has heat collecting in your belly, leaking out of your dripping pussy.

His head rests against the head board as he watches you with half-open eyes. His eyes squeeze shut and his body tenses as you push your head all the way down, taking him into your throat. Spit trickles from your mouth and drips on to his pelvis.

“Fuck, Sweetheart,” he whimpers, tugging on your hair a little. You taste his pre cum leaking on your tongue. A gagging noise comes from you and his hips twitch harder. He barely restrains himself from bucking up and lodging himself deeper in your throat. You moan around his cock, driving him even crazier. He feels the rush of an orgasm approaching and tugs your hair with more firmness, guiding your head up and off his lap. You whine softly as you lose the taste of him.

“Sorry, pretty girl, don’t wanna cum just yet,” he says.

You crawl back up his body, so you’re in his arms again. You kiss his cheeks and the corners of his mouth as he rolls the two of you over so he’s on top again. He connects your lips in a deep kiss, tasting himself on you as he drags the tip of his cock through your slippery folds.

He doesn’t tease for long though. Soon enough, he’s pushing himself into your tight cunt. You both let out a symphony of sinful noises. Leon watches as your face contorts with pleasure as he stretches you out. You both felt a budding sense of satisfaction after finally receiving what you craved for the last several months.

He bottoms out inside of you. His head falls forward against your neck. He pants as he holds himself together and lets you adjust, keeping an iron grip on your hips. Your fluttering around him as you accommodate his girth. Your nails lightly dig into his back while you cling to him.

He begins thrusting with slow and deep strokes. You moan out his name a few times with a variety of expletives. He keeps his face buried in your neck, grunting as he feels the velvety sensation of your walls around his length. His motions become more fluid as he finds a rhythm with you.

“That’s right Angel, better than your dreams?” he murmurs against your neck.

“Yes, fuck, yes,” you whimper, “So much better. Think your cock was made for me.”

“That so, Baby? I’m made to fill up a precious girl like you? Keep you happy and full of cum,” he growls into your neck, his thrusts gaining intensity.

You nod thoughtlessly as he continues battering your insides, gliding over your sweet spot repeatedly.Your arms wrap tighter around him as you feel yourself getting dragged closer and closer to the edge. Your noises become more strained as Leon lays sloppy kisses on the side of your head.

He hooks his arms underneath your knees and brings your thighs up to your abdomen again. His arm loops around and thumbs your clit as he slams himself in and out. Your back arches and you squirm from the rush of white hot pleasure. You’re right there, not able to hold on for much longer.

“I’m gonna have you so full of my cum today, it’s gonna be dripping out of you still the next time you’re here,” he grunts into your ear, “Make sure your pussy remembers me till I can fill her again.”

His vulgar words rip a high pitched moan from your throat and cause your eyes to roll back. “Fuck, Leon, I’m gonna cum,” you whimper.

“Go ahead, sweet girl. Squeeze me nice and tight,” he moans, his own voice getting strained.

You do as he says. The orgasm overtakes you. You release a strangled cry as your body rhythmically rolls into the feeling. Your pussy clamps around Leon tight, sucking him deep and keeping the attention on that blissful spot. The thrill of satisfaction rushing through your mind only works you further. Your eyes flutter and your lips part as you completely let go.

As he watches you cum, he notes that it might be the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. The sight of your gorgeous body writhing and trembling because of him. The primal sounds of your moans and cries. It’s too much for him. He growls and grunts into your neck, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips. He snaps even harder into you and floods you with his sticky, hot cum.

You both ride the waves of euphoria together until you both start coming down. He basically collapses on you as he catches his breath and you wipe the sweat from your brow. After a minute, he pushes himself off of you and flat on to the bed next to you. He gazes at the ceiling as his chest continues to rise and fall with the need for more oxygen.

You sit up slowly, realizing he probably wants you gone now. Like he said, you feel his cum leaking out of you as you move to grab your panties from the corner of his bed. This is how you expected it to be, but it still hurt a little. Nothing you couldn’t handle though. Your pulling them back on when your snapped out of your thoughts by Leon’s arm around your waist, dragging you to him.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asks teasingly, spooning you and softly kissing beneath your ear, “You got what you wanted and now you’re running out?”

“Oh, uhhh… I thought you’d want me to leave,” you say quietly.

He guides your face so you’re looking at him. His eyes are still soft but more serious. “You think I would just fuck you and then throw you out on your ass? You’ve been sleeping in my bed for months, but you don’t know me as well as you think,” he says and kisses your nose, “You don’t have anywhere to be today, yeah? You thought you’d be here till later anyway.”

You nod in agreement, your eyes casting down with some embarrassment over your assumption.

“Hey, don’t get all shy on me now. There’s no reason for it,” he teases, “We have all day for me to show you how I want to take care of you. Just give me a moment, I’m not as young as I use to be.”

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good-chimes · 10 months

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Proposing:

Grand Unified Scarian Theory

a single, overarching Scarian romance arc across the whole Hermitcraft and Life series as well as a primer for anyone curious about the early seasons.

We start with NEIGHBOR MEET CUTE in early Season 6:

Season 6 begins in a peaceful pirate bay. SCAR, an established hermit just beginning his third season, is happily making pirate caves. Into this tranquil scene comes GRIAN.

Grian, fresh-faced and new to Hermitcraft, picks a sea-themed base location right next to Scar’s pirate caves. He gets himself set up and starts his base. Even someone like Grian can get newcomer nerves, and he spends the first few weeks desperately trying to act like a normal person instead of the horrible gremlin he really is.

(Some hermits are taken in by this. Doc and Xisuma give him pity diamonds, something that—after getting to know Grian—they noticeably never do again.)

The only person exempt from Grian’s just-a-little-birthday-boy act is Mumbo, whom Grian already knows, clearly has a puppy-crush on, and pursues relentlessly.

Grian and Scar don’t interact much at first. Grian sees Scar for the first time while passing by his base. Scar instantly falls in one of his own caves and dies.

Grian panics.

Grian: I DIDN’T DO IT!

Scar, intrigued by his new neighbor, makes some overtures of interest:

1. Scar leaves a fully enchanted trident at Grian’s base as a welcome present. This is a generous gift for the cute neighbor you have a crush on and frankly the most normal thing either of them do in the entire years-long relationship.

Grian goes ‘huh!’ at the trident, never finds out who sent it, and immediately forgets the whole thing.

2. Scar entertains Grian’s traveling-salesman pitch and buys his overpriced armor boxes.

Multiple jokes about the size of Scar’s wallet. Grian clearly pleased by the transaction.

3. Scar makes Grian a complementary in-joke build (Spongebob’s house by Squidward’s house).

This delights Grian immeasurably for five minutes until he turns back to his prank war with Mumbo.

(Poor Mumbo. Clearly immensely fond of Grian but not sure he wants to be in a relationship with a lit stick of dynamite. This is very understandable.)

By this point Scar obviously kind of clocks that Grian is insane about Mumbo. This isn’t much of a leap. The entire SERVER is aware that Grian is horribly in love with Mumbo.

Ah. That’s okay. Scar backs off a bit. He recognizes when he’s not really in with a chance.

Maybe this thing he has with Grian is just going to be a friendship, and that’s okay! Having a crush is fun even if you’re not going to do anything about it. Scar is going to build some shops about it and be normal.

Both of them are going to be very normal.

FLIRTING (First Stages) – mid-Season 6

Both of them immediately forget to be normal.

Grian has started a detective agency and has no mysteries to solve. Scar instantly invents a cookie-based mystery supervillain called the Jangler and leaves Grian a series of tantalizing cookie-based puzzles for enrichment in his enclosure.

Grian has invented a game where you kill people with rockets. Scar volunteers to get murdered. Both of them are delighted.

Scar and Cub’s business empire is incidentally crushing Grian’s startup venture. There is no reason for this to be so flirtatiously charged.

At this point all the hermits move to a new village because of the Minecraft update. Grian starts a who-can-build-the-tallest-house war with Mumbo and Iskall. Scar notices and starts doing the same from the other side of the village.

It quickly gets so wild that Mumbo taps out (Mumbo does not do well with intensity, would rather just not, thankyouverymuch), and it's only Grian, Iskall and Scar.

Scar builds a wild giant plant eating his rocketship, and then a castle in the sky, and an enormous version of himself firing a canon at Grian's house. This is the first time you can really see Grian trying to hold in shrieks when he flies back in to see what Scar has done while he's gone.

Grian’s interest has been caught. He’s gone from barely seeing Scar to checking on him regularly. What’s our good friend Scar up to? What’s Scar done? What is Scar going to do next?

FLIRTING (How To Catch Your Crush’s Interest By Building A Secret Government Facility) – late Season 6

What Scar does next is put on a snazzy military uniform, team up with Doc to steal the time machine Grian invented last week, then, in the most effort someone has EVER gone to to get Grian's attention, spend weeks on end building a fully-functional 'Area 77' military base and containment facility to stop him getting it back.

Turns out this works beyond Scar’s wildest dreams.

Grian INSTANTLY obsessed with breaking into Scar’s base and retrieving his time machine.

Grian persuades Ren into forming a hippie camp with him next to the base and spends weeks entirely fixated on Scar. Meanwhile Scar, who is starting to really understand how to get and keep Grian's attention, builds more and fancier infrastructure to keep Grian out. This is also where Grian really starts looking at Scar's art—the insane cliffs Scar has build around his new hangers—and awkwardly not quite managing words, because it would be very embarrassing to just outright say the word beautiful, and Grian’s a very normal and non-embarrassing person.

In the climax of the season, Grian-the-hippie breaks into General Scar’s base.

Nobody can say that Scar making himself a top brass general and Grian making himself an anti-establishment flower power hippie does not end up with plausibly-deniable not-making-out Grian-provoking-Scar-into-holding-him-against-a-wall.

but.

BUT.

This is Hermitcraft. It’s temporary. Scar and Grian both know it was a bit. A bit they both got super into, sure! But a bit. Not weird at all.

(“Sure, mate, not weird at all,” Mumbo says, after all of this is over. “Then why are you making it SOUND weird Mumbo you’re the WORST”)*

(“Sooo....” Cub says, and Scar says, “I know. I know!”)*

*not canon but you can't tell me it didn't happen off screen

FLIRTING (But What About…) – early Season 7

Okay, so that was weird, but Grian is definitely still in love with Mumbo. The Mumbo pursuit is going great and Mumbo definitely doesn’t look nervous whenever Grian turns up with a new idea. Grian is going to get Mumbo to fall in love with him and they will marry in the spring and have a dozen beautiful children redstone contraptions.

Grian attempts to make it more official with Mumbo. Surely they have been flirting long enough, they are ready for the next stage! This is in no way a reaction to Scar becoming a weird wizard in a way very unsettling to Grian and building the kind of wild organic tangled forest build that Grian is fascinated by but can't even begin to comprehend.

Everything is very under control in Grian's life. He's now official boyfriends with Mumbo. They live together and have a messaging system and everything.

Mumbo announces he’s moving out.

It’s-not-you-it’s-me

You’re… you’re moving out? Grian says, in the smallest possible voice.

We’ll still have the messaging system, Mumbo says, unconvincingly.

FINE, Grian says, I’m moving out TOO.

Mumbo moves out.

Grian deals with this in the healthiest possible way. He invents a mayorship and attempts to give it to Mumbo.

Grian is Mumbo’s self-appointed campaign manager so Mumbo has to be round him ALL THE TIME, it’s for the CAMPAIGN, Mumbo.

Mumbo, a man who doesn’t deal well with pressure or responsibility, is maybe not the ideal choice for mayor, something that has escaped Grian entirely.

Mumbo builds a robot and attempts to palm off all responsibility for decision-making onto it. Grian immediately calls it their son.

Grian puts his moustache all over the server.

NO other hermits support them for mayor (except Scar, from a lost bet, who Grian has continued to have intensely weird flirtations with while all this is happening)

Things reach a fever pitch. Election day arrives. Mumbo doesn’t want this actually but try telling Grian that. The entire MumboGrian edifice that Grian has obsessively and wildly build has reached an unsustainable pitch and finally comes tumbling down around them.

Mumbo votes Scar for mayor.

Grian votes Scar for mayor.

Mumbo disappears for several weeks to do some nice soothing redstone and calm down.

FLIRTING (Civil War) – late Season 7

Everything has calmed down now. Scar is mayor. Mumbo is...somewhere. Grian is going to work on his base normally.

Grian has a new project. He wants to build in the new nether biomes. He builds a huge and echoing and obsessively inverse version of his huge and echoing and obsessively symmetrical mansion base. It's very impressive. It's totally hollow. There's... no one else here.

Grian decides that okay, he is going to bring PEOPLE here.

He invites Mumbo, because he hasn't seen him in weeks. He invites Bdubs, because Grian above all loves genius. And he invites Scar. Because of course. Everything major Grian does now, Scar is an of course.

Bdubs shows up! Generously builds Grian's entire mansion interior. Mumbo shows up. Builds a tiny upside down disco shack.

Scar does not show up.

Scar is being mayor! Scar is a very busy and important man! Scar has spent the last few weeks obsessively replacing every single goddamn mycelium block in the shopping district with beautifully tailored grass and making trees whose flowers are diamonds. He's also got his own megabase going on. For once Scar has so much to do it's even enough for Scar's ambitions, which have never been small.

He does not come when Grian calls.

Grian is Not Happy.

This is the point where Grian starts a steadily more unhinged campaign of leaving Scar invitations. He makes little tailor's dummies of himself and delivers them to Scar's house. He sets up a tea party of three grians in a secret space under Scar's mayoral throne. He hangs himself in effigy on the tip of Scar's megadrill build. Normal behavior.

And then when Scar still doesn't notice, he puts a tiny bit of mycelium back on one of the streets of the shopping district.

This starts… THE MYCELIUM WARS

Scar attempts to contain the growing mycelium patch with warning tape.

Grian spreads more mushroom spores.

Scar brings in his allies to help contain the growing mushroom patches.

Grian digs out an underground rebel HQ, recruits several rebels, and declares himself Motherspore.

Mayor Scar stares into a camera and uses his most velvety baritone to proclaim he will hunt down Grian and the mycelium resistance and bring them to justice.

Grian sets loose mushroom-spreading sheep.

Mayor Scar obsessively searches for his base.

Grian and Impulse build several decoy bases and trap them.

Mayor Scar employs Mumbo to strip-mine every block of the shopping district with redstone tunnel-borers.

Eventually Deputy Mayor Bdubs, having his own thing with rebel Etho, tricks all of the resistance into ender-pearling into jail.

Scar gets to threaten to pour lava on an imprisoned Grian for ten minutes straight and they’re both enjoying this so much.

Grian: Scar! SCAR! Scar Scar Scar no Scar no Scar no listen Scar

Scar: Yes?

Grian: …Let’s take this somewhere else.

They ‘take this’ to Scar’s beautifully-appointed mayoral office. Grian sits on the arm of his chair (I don’t know what to tell you, this is on-screen canon).

Grian: So I know how to end the war.

Grian: We have to play minigames and make personal bets.

Grian: And Scar, Scar, if you lose…

Scar: Yes?

Grian: … you have to help build my base.

Entire room: [stunned silence]

Etho: Is this what it was about the whole time, Grian?

So! That happened. And the thing is, they could both mentally pass off the area 77 general/hippie stuff as Just A Fun Bit That Got Very Intense.

They can't do this with the mayor/motherspore stuff. They are basically making out on Scar’s chair. The resistance have noticed. The mayoral staff have noticed. EVERYONE has noticed.

Scar is into it. Scar is going along with it. Scar knows he’d had a crush for a long time, and he isn't scared of swimming with a huge wave, never mind where it's going to break. Scar has always embraced the rush. With Grian, you never know what’s going to happen next.

Grian has always loved being around Scar because there’s so much going on that you don’t have to think. Grian doesn’t have to think until everything’s calmed down. It's not until now that he stops and realizes… could this be… something.

(Maybe it already is.)

And then, by whatever eldritch mechanic you personally favor:

3rd life begins.

HEAD-OVER-HEELS – Third Life

In the tiny claustrophobic stripped-bare world of Third Life, Grian makes a choice. Grian thinks, for once very, very clearly: what if it wasn't a bit? What if it was real. What if Grian took every explosive piece of who he was and handed it over to someone he's—okay, he'll admit it—someone he's been obsessed with for a long time. What if that heady sparkle he's been seeing in the corner of his vision is true. What happens if you grab it with both hands?

Scar—surprised, bemused, amazed but wrong-footed—almost doesn't know what to DO with this.

Scar is so used to Grian layering all his obsession behind a thick layer of irony and drama and second-guessing and schemes. ‘Sure we can make out but only if I'm trailing mushroom spores and you're wearing that sash.’ ‘I'm only here because Mumbo's not around.’ ‘It’s not a thing.’ ‘It's not real.’

But it is real.

And, for once, Scar hears a tiny alarm go off in his brain. Scar knows Grian better than anyone else does, by now, and even he doesn't know where this ends. Grian is a force of nature and Scar has never been his unfiltered target. But Grian's throwing himself into this, throwing himself at Scar. And Scar always says 'yes.' 'Yes, and.' 'Yes, let's'. Scar never wants less of Grian. Scar has always taken what he can get.

But with that warning bell, Scar does try to keep that slight layer of dramatic distance, even in this new world where you can die and not come back, even if they don't know if they'll get out of this alive. Scar doesn't fully buy into Grian's second-in-command-devotion, he forces a space for Grian to still be the Grian he knows, some kind of safety vent (‘here's a bee on a lead’). And it could be a lot of reasons, but part of it is…Grian's head-over-heels, for once, and Scar has the unfamiliar feeling of needing to be the one to look where they're going.

Because where they're going is: the last two, all their friends dead, not knowing if there's any way to survive but knowing their friends haven't come back, and at that point Scar takes off the very last of his brakes and the very last of his reservations and says:

For everything you've done for me you can kill me.

(I want this. I want it to be you.)

This breaks Grian absolutely and completely.

And not broken in the fun way! Grian is too far in. Grian let go of Mumbo, who was safe because Mumbo never let it get too far, and he took a risk on Scar, and now Grian is discovering that he didn’t even know what risk meant. Grian is in emotional pain he never suspected existed. Grian has let himself put all his gambling chips on someone who wasn't SAFE and he has lost.

Grian has LOST SCAR and he has LOST HIMSELF and he has FOUND OUT HE CAN BE HURT and he is never going to be the fucking same again.

Scar is in the pond with Grian’s sword at his unresisting neck. And Scar is going to die, and Scar (damn him damn him) has turned it into: he's going to die for Grian. Now Grian is hurting, he's complicit, it turns out grief is an inevitable part of love and beauty, this is all it's taken for Grian's worldview to fall apart in pieces he can't pick up, and Grian has no defenses against pain so there's obviously no way to cope except to beat Scar to death in a cactus ring and jump off a cliff.

AFTERMATH – Season 8

They wake up in Hermitcraft.

They wake up in Hermitcraft! Scar is delighted to find out they just reincarnate, after all that!

Sure, they've all got some lingering trauma but Scar has never let that stop him from doing anything. Scar thought that whole thing went well! He just about dares to think...romantic...? Maybe...?

Grian is Normal to him.

Grian is so fucking normal. it's like. s6 normal.

Scar is. kind of. confused.

Grian is NOT acting like someone he had a romantic death match with.

(Grian is falling apart, but if there's one thing Grian has proved in his building it’s that he’s SO. fucking. good. at facades.)

(Don't go round the back.)

Neither of them are ready for the death game to repeat.

DIVORCE (Traumatic) – Last Life, Season 8

Second death game. Grian deals with his trauma super well by isolating Scar, stealing all his friends, tricking a life out of him, dropping his horse in lava, forcing him into an extortion death loop, then abandoning him and—just as a bonus—murdering Mumbo as well.

This time it’s Scar who comes back falling apart.

A theory that seems plausible: Scar’s old friend Cub picks him up, puts him back together, gets him on his feet. What we do know is that Cub moves in next to Boatem, where Scar is still living with Grian, and incidentally builds an enormous dripstone megabiome that is coincidentally very hostile and might murder you upon landing if you're someone who flies a lot, or happens to be a bird.

There’s a hole with an endless dark void between Scar and Grian’s Boatem bases. They built it together. It’s around this time they both keep repeatedly falling in it.

DIVORCE (But When It Was Good It Was So Good) – Season 8, Double Life

Then the moon gets big. Gets close. Gravity breaks down and that should be the end, should be a way out of this terrible spiral they're in, surely they're better without each other—

Grian turns up at Scar's base and says: Scar. Build us an escape pod.

—and Scar does.

They go out together. Both of them can feel the pull back into each other’s orbit but they’ll die if they acknowledge it. At the end of it all, the void, the protective suits, the unbearable gravity of falling into space together, of holding each other until another uncertain end. They're nowhere but they're in it together.

Is this a good time for another death game? Of course. How much worse can it get.

Double Life, and this time Scar keeps his distance. My soulmate is this allay! My soulmate is my cat! I don’t need a soulmate. Oh—it’s Grian? This whole time? Hahaha. How funny.

Grian: Soo… do you want to base together?

Scar: Do we have to?

Grian: It…might be nice…?

Scar is wary.

He has been burned.

But the pull is still there. The pull is always there. You can’t forget Grian, but you can blunt the edge of him on your skin. Scar is here to take care of these cat-pandas. Grian can do what he likes.

Cheated of Scar’s full attention, Grian tries to tempt BigB into a pale imitation of the Scarian folie à deux (BigB is a genuinely nice man who does not deserve this).

The rest of the server turn red, one by one. Grian and Scar are the last greens. BigB is audibly nervous when Grian proposes a red-green alliance, even though BigB is the red, he has the power. But Grian can’t escape the rest of the server, and the red hunt begins.

Grian and Scar, hunted—trapped at the top of flaming towers, jumping from heights, chased down like foxes at bay, crammed into boltholes with their hands over each other’s mouths, Grian shrieks and laughs and falls back on Scar and Scar catches him and they’re both as alive and elated as they’ve ever been. Scar dies once to Ren and BigB’s zombies and Grian murders both BigB and Ren in revenge (BigB was right to be nervous). Grian has another unhinged murder plan underway when he dies for the last time.

This whole time, Grian was hit in the face by remembering that when it's good, it's so good.

Scar isn’t surprised. Scar has known that forever.

Back in Hermitcraft, its not magically fixed. They’re not innocent any more. But every time Grian looks at Scar he remembers: when it’s good, it’s so good.

And Scar never forgot.

DIVORCE (We’re In Love And We’re Not Done Yet) – Season 9, Limited Life

By now we're into Season 9. They’re still alive. They always live, they always start again, and the other one is just there. Being, infuriatingly and magnetically, them.

Grian is thoroughly annoyed by Scar’s new allegiance to King Ren, but he keeps coming back to Scarland anyway. Scar, I made you an obstacle course. Scar, stand here and get squashed by this anvil. Scar if you don’t do something I’m going to start a resistance.

Grian pretends King Ren doesn’t exist and he has more important things to do, and pretends this so hard that he incidentally invents a mad science robot pulls them all through into the Empires dimension.

Scar, assuming Grian is doing his own thing, shacks up with Jimmy.

It takes Grian three weeks to notice and be shriekingly outraged.

Scar we’re doing a project. Scar you can’t spend all your time with Jimmy! Join my cult. Get in my shrinking machine. I made you an enchanted netherite bow. I need your allegiance. (Another real quote).

Scar teases Grian for weeks then instantly abandons Jimmy when the choice comes down to him or Grian.

Fourth death game—they’re used to this, now. Nothing too intense. Nothing too weird. Grian can’t help murdering Scar.

At this point, Scar is starting to read it as: I love you.

And that’s how we get to the current Scarian dynamic we know and love of you're the worst and I'm the worst and we've divorced a few time but we still like each other so fucking much.

It's been years. They've killed each other every possible way. These two characters are in love and they're not done yet.

#scarian #grian #goodtimeswithscar #hermitshipping #yes canon IS a grand romantic arc #to be super clear: i don't think any of this was cc intention #but we can have a little narrative framing fun #as a treat #i think nearly all of this is true to canon except some timing vagueness and the dialogue in parentheses #thank you to the hivemind for theory help #long post #glossywrites

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Blowtorch!

Maxi's worlds emptied of era specific stuff – made for simmers who wants themed hoods of their choice.

So, you found T.O.O.L, the super useful mod by Twisted Mexi, and learned how to decorate your sim world.

But there is this problem with Maxis houses and items, which do NOT fit in your sim world. So far, the most used method has been to hide them, as in either move them away (if even possible) from sight or use a hider/override to make them invisible. That method has its limits, is very tedious (need to find, make an override, ect, and there are SO MANY items)

Blowtorch has another approach. It takes out the items (houses, vehicles, modern deco, well - all silly deco really) from the world. You can then place nicer deco or game items instead.

The items are not hidden from catalogue, so you can place the same items back but in a different place if you so wish. Or use cc deco. Make the world medieval, or Victorian, or sci-fi, or whatever.

HOW DOES THIS WORK?

This mod edits the preloaded deco in the world. It changes game files – and the changes will affect all your saves, old and new. If you decide that you want the deco back, you can do it either with the GAME REPAIR function or using the backup of the original folders that I included in the mods folders.

You can either use all my edited files – or the ones you want. If you for example want Willow Creek to be as it always has, but want a blowtorched Oasis Springs, just delete the Willow Creek files before installation, and keep Oasis Springs.

I have blowtorched almost all the hoods in the worlds, both EP and GP: s (See list in Documentation PDF for exceptions.) If you don’t have all EP/GP I recommend to delete the ones you don’t have before installing.

(Save the zip with the mod somewhere safe so you can add new worlds when you add a new EP/GP with a world.)

Here are some general rules I went by:

- All landmarks, architecture deco, street deco, vehicles, with special effects - blowtorched

- Functional objects: outside tables, playground items, and such – blowtorched. Place them again where you want them!

- All lights, both streetlights and built in hood lights, blowtorched.

- All palm trees, ever pink trees, wispy modern beeches, and other modern plants, blowtorched. (I of course kept the palm trees in Sulani and Selvadorada)

- ALMOST ALL THESE THINGS (not the built in lights) are still available in the catalog (debug, live edit) items though. So, if you still want a modern, but DIFFERENT hood, you can place them again, as you want them. This is a big advantage compared to hiders – those usually hide the items also from the catalogue.

- Visual effects belonging to vehicles and other stuff mentioned above, blowtorched. No modern yachts, no airplanes.

- The lights are gone. The world will be dark at night if you don’t place streetlights or such.

WHAT I KEPT

I kept the seasons stalls, where they are available (if you have the Seasons EP.) They can also be placed, but as they are in conditional layers (changes with the seasons) this can't be done by placing them manually.

I kept all spawners. All the fishing spots and all the bugs, frogs, dig sites, wild growing plants.

Lighting mod included

This mod also includes the Sunblind lighting mod by Softerhaze. Lighting mods also change these files, so I added Sunblind with the creator's permission. Read more about their mod here.

(You do not need to download or install the mod; it is included in the Blowtorch mod.)

If you want another lighting mod or no lighting mod, you need to edit the files manually.

This is done by replacing the resources “Sky Box Texture Data” and “World Timeline Color”.

ECO LIFESTYLE NOTE!

Unfortunately, the Evergreen Harbor world that came with Eco Lifestyle (EP 9) has some special evil magic and the deco needs hiders anyway. If you play with that world and want it to be BLOWTORCHED, install the file ELHoodHidersMerged in your Mods folder.

Other recommended mods:

Check out T.O.O.L and Twisted Mexis other mods here: https://twistedmexi.com/Mods/

To add deco stuff outside lots:

T.O.O.L – at Tmexis page you also find information about his CAW-project, still in alpha testing.

I also recommend his Better Build/Buy mod, and his toggle mods, especially the Strangerville Story Toggle on if you want to use Strangerville as a normal world. And also his that enabled build/buy on the Secret Lab lot – in new saves.

Zerbu has a couple of super useful mods:

All Worlds are Residential https://zerbu.tumblr.com/post/173398784785/the-sims-4-mod-all-worlds-are-residential

Venue changes https://zerbu.tumblr.com/post/160347810775/the-sims-4-mod-venue-changes

Twelfth Doctor has a great mod for travelling to all the hidden/special lots, so you can edit them: https://td1sims.tumblr.com/post/635457539495084032/travel-to-venue

This mod is also useful if when you work with TOOL: Clickable worlds by Awingedlama

Q&A about Blowtorch mod

1. Can I use this on my old saves?

Answer: Yes. The mod does not affect the saves, or your CC, or anything other than the game files in the Windows directory. You can easily uninstall the mod by using the backup files (included) or do a Game Repair.

2. Why are there stuff not deleted? Annoying modern fences in Windenburg Ugly Modern Business district, for example?

Answer: some items are a part of the world mesh and is not yet possible to edit. If there will be a solution later, I will update the mod.

3. Will I have to update the mod after patches and new expansions?

Answer: Yes. If the patch/ep/GP does not include a new world, you just reinstall the mod (see instructions below) as you installed it the first time. I will make updated versions asap when new worlds are released.

4. I don’t have EP X or Y – can I use the Blowtorch mod?

Answer: Yes, but I recommend deleting the folders for EP/GP you don’t have. See list in the PDF-file with documentation.

5. Does this mod clash with Timeless mod? Answer: No, but it makes Timeless obsolete. Timeless hides stuff - Blowtorch removes the same stuff.

6. How about mods like Nandos Egypt (Strangerville) or The Sense Medieval's Medieval Windenburg? Answer: if you have a mod that changes one hood or one world, and want to keep them as they were, don't install the Blowtorch files for that world/hood. The Senses default replacements are not affected.

7. Should I keep my hiders of stuff used as hood deco? Answer: Better to take them out. This mod eliminates the need for hiders.

Even more detailed explanation here.

Where to find nice themes hood deco to use with Blowtorch?

You can basically use any item, from game or CC, to decorate hoods. Try out the options with T.O.O.L to change the size of objects!

I already posted some Hood Deco CC – and I have much more to come. I have been converting/editing/creating and preparing hood deco from Sims Medieval, Sims 2 and Sims 3 and other games – my CC is medieval/historical themed but I hope for other creators to add to the hood deco options in the future.

Due to filesize all the downloads can be found on Patreon (of course for free): Download Blowtorch (Patreon, always free)

There seemed to be some problems loading the Patreon page so I added a SFS-folder also with the same files. Download Blowtorch (SimFileShare)

#sims 4 #sims historical #sims 4 mods #sims 4 hiders

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HELLO HALO HELLO! I SAW THE UPDATE THINGY AND NOW I HAVE ARRIVED WITH A REQUEST! Whew!

Okay so here me Out! I've been thinking about neteyam alot but I have yet to request maybe some neteyam and Aonung together falling for reader

My request is based of a made up Tribe I Made,

/backround information/

the tribe is called the Tawsyuram (Aurora Mountain) tribe who live on a mountain high above a sea of clouds.

The original Tawsyuram clan had almost gone extinct due to a destructive Na'vi clan, but was saved and had grown anew due to the help of a large close knit group of humans from the slums on earth. Due to they're now Tsahik, Mai a human woman who was a doctor trained in surgery and herbal medicine was able to regrow and heal the spirit tree using an earth seed (when I do my full info thing on my tumblr you'll learn more, but that's later!)

Due to the healing of the spirit that houses Mother earth's (daughter 'Rrta) spirit herself a plant had blossomed allowing the humans to breath great mother Eywa's air the humans along side they're now Na'vi spirit family live in harmony over many years.

(They live within the mountain caverns)

/the request/

The Sully's were originally traveling to hide away from the RDA and Quaritch, were going to seek uturu from the Metakiyan, that was until they cam across this young avatar driver? Na'vi teen? Saying her clan would be able to hide them from the RDA gladly.

Neteyam who was intranced by this strange bubbly and wild girl who (as his father called it) talked like an excitable hippie, was absolutely gorgeous... and it would seem his soon to be mate Aonung would agree, also just a little question but, how the HELL IS SHE FLYING AN IKRAN WITHOUT TSAHEYLU!?!?

\Basically I would like to request the Sully's and Tonowari's family having to go into hiding and stuff meet this Ki (a character from Mars needs Moms) like teen girl who finds the Sully's mid travel and offers to shelter them within her tribe since they'll be much more accepted there. They arrived at the floating Mountain, though quite dizzy since they aren't used to being this high above, and are welcomed by the Tsahik who is a bit ditzzy though very calming and understanding, high difficult to anger see's there strife and welcomes them wholeheartedly all the while kinda jokingly yet a tad bit seriously scolding her daughter (the reader) about how she wasn't supposed to leave the Mountain until she was 18 to pass her Iknimaya (since those in the tribe bond with they're ikran's just before they hatch at a young age, giving them time to learn how to fly and practice the bonding dance when they are 18.) Along the way Neteyam and Aonung fall pretty hard for the happy go lucky tsakarem.

Basically the Sully's coming to learn a different side to humanity than they're used to./

\a bit more info to help with the story/

That Tawsyuram's healing hut is sheltered between three gigantic curly trees with book shelves holding many medical records, medicine information and tactics. With a huge curly tree in the middle with glass jars holding glowing bug fireflies to light of the room, tables and comfy sleeping mats and big pillows on the floor in the open spaces of the room for the patients.

Little ones at the age of 6 to 9 will go up to the Ikran nest that house the expecting ikran parents to be with either a food gift or a nesting gift, That is only given when the the egg wiggles in the direction towards its chosen, sensing its soon to be rider. After the gifts are given the children will carry the egg in a type of bundle strapped to they're chest making it easier to carry to a large crystal that gives off heat, watching as the ikran hatches from its egg on a soft nesting near the crystal. The baby will then nip its chosen on they're skin too show they have chosen they're future rider.

Once a year has passed, the child and its somewhat grown ikran who know are coming into they're colors will learn to fly together as a part of their training. The child with a sky diving wingsuit and the youngling ikran, with jump off a not so high ledge gliding of floating above a somewhat deep lake.

The Iknimaya is quite dangerous, so the Na'vi and humans alike agreed that it will only be carried out when the child has become 18 years of age. To do the Iknimaya they must fly on the back of they're ikrans back and then are left to climb up the flat faced mountain, which is even high than they're home's mountain. They meet their ikran onto of it and then jump sky dive off the mountain with a special wingsuit material made to look like they're ikran, which is made by the parents as a sign of sending them off into adult hood. They will then fly with they're and must land on their back and bond mid flight, strengthening the already growing bond they had when they were little.

The humans planters who run the fields found ways to plant human food, while the doctors and a few scientists found ways to detoxify the pandora meat so they may eat it. Their cook fire has a huge round island like table where the cooks cook the food inside the circle. The cook fire room if big to hold many of the tribe with two stories with pillows on the floor to sit on. Even sweets like cakes and such are on the menu!

The Na'vi and humans also wear clothing like the Omaticaya and Metakiyan but also wear winter clothing using wool from a pandora like sheep that are taller than humans but only come up to a Na'vi's waist.

The Tawsyuram clothing

All the images were made from using Bing AI prompts I made.

(I hope this is an okay request? And not like too much, if the whole neteyam and Aonung thing isn't cool, then I'm fine with you just doing Lo'ak. Thank you for taking the time to read this!

I hope you are having a wonderful morning/evening/afternoon/night! Hun!

Helloooooooooooo darling! Honestly you have such a big imagination and vast ideas here. It took me a good while for this story to be as good as you visioned it to be. Unfortunatly some stuff was cut out but I hope that what stayed is good for you and everyone to read! So sit back and relax! Enjoy!

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Tawsyuram clan

It wasn't easy. Leaving all that you know for somewhere that beyond what you are literally built for. And to look for a clan that is willing to welcome a family that seeks refuge from a way is even harder. There is a lot to gamble on. Child born living only the life of war, and to live a life of peace is very desirable but would be getting used to.

So that is what Jake and Neytiri sully do. Leaving their home for the sake of their children. The question is, where? Where can they go? Who is willing to accept them? While Jake sully had an idea of heading to the islands of the reef na’vi where they are more isolated. He needs a plan B in case the reef clans reject them.

If only by Eywa’s miracle can a open chance appear before him.

“Why not join us?”

A human. With an ikran. A Human riding an Ikran was standing before the sully family. A Human, without a MASK. And very short too. Everyone was staring at the human in unbelievable shock. None uttered a word.

“Hello…..? Is something on my face?” The human asks her ikran who only grunts in response.

“Who are you?” Neytiri was quick to react, her blade ready to strike. The human raised her hands to show she meant no harm and didn't take another step. “Easy, I am not here to bring you harm. My name is Danu”.

“What do you want?” Jake asks/demands.

“It's not what I want, it's more like what you need,” Danu replied.

“And what would that be?” Kiri asks, feeling a slight irk prickling behind her head.

“Protection from the RDA. My clan can help you with that and more” Danu adds.

“What clan would have humans in it?” Neytiri hisses, not liking the young human by the second.

“The Tawsyuram clan” .

The travel towards wherever the girl was leading them to didn't take that long. Only about a day. The family would have gone longer if they still headed towards the reef islands. Instead of going north, the girl led them south. Where neytiri can remember, is just pure open mountains and large bodies of water. No clan inhabits those areas. At least clans neytiri is familiar with.

“We are here!” the girl shouts behind her. The family looks around, but all they see is thick clouds surrounding them. Cant see anything further than 15 feet of range vision. “Where is here?” *Jake asks. The girl didn't answer. The view did.

High above, in the middle of vast floating mountains stood one massive floating island. Large and vast. As they get closer, more details are easy to see. The island has its own mountains, its own clouds! Everyone was in awe.

“Welcome everyone! To Aurora mountain!”

Words cannot even begin to describe the beautiful mountain. Wild ikran flying freely, clouds forming above the mountain peak. Plants grow in so many shades and colors. It was vibrant. And it felt so familiar yet new to the sully family. And as they landed on the ground of the mountain, the gentle breeze welcomed them. Everyone got off of their ikrans and looked all over at the new location.

Danu happily jumped off of her ikran and skipped along. “Come on, there is so much to show you. My mother would love to meet you all” gesturing to follow her.

The family all stuck together, still wary of this place. Unsure of what to think of it. “Ma’jake, what if it's a trap?” Neytiri suspects, holding tuk close to her as the child wanted to follow Danu. Jake reassured her by holding her close, “our ikrans are ready to take flight again, we are armed and ready to fight. We should be fine” he replies.

Kiri and lo’ak on the other hand were admiring the new view and happily followed Danu as they entered the save. The entrance was hidden by massive leaves that can move by a single touch. Inside was a path full of colorful paintings and murals. So many details and no doubt so many stories it holds.

“Come on, don't slow down on me! Everyone is excited to meet you!” Danu’s voice echoed in the cave. Picking up speed, everyone followed Danu, where she stood in an open area, her smile big and bright and arms wide in a welcoming gesture. “Welcome to our home!” she announces proudly.

“Oh my Eywa….”

The inside literally looked like a whole new world. Ikrans flying high above the massive cave, hanging flowers from the cave sides or from smaller floating rocks. Waterfalls everywhere, little creatures flying or running about. And most of all, na’vi and humans were together. Many playing games, farming, chatting, anything they did together. What Jake noticed was that the humans were not wearing masks. And neytiri noticed that there was a mix of pure na’vi and what looks like hybrid na’vi’s like her children. It was a perfect utopia. Perhaps suspiciously too perfect.

As they continue deeper into the village, the locals all stop to look at them, curiosity evident in their eyes. Some children even follow them closely.

“This is so weird…” Lo’ak whispers, kiri was quick to shush him.

“Come, my mom will be super excited to meet all of you!” Danu says, learning them through the village, and through another patch of forest. “I know the village must have overwhelmed you but it was to give you the view of your possible life here. Of course if you choose to stay” Dany informs, moving some plants out of the way without the need to cut them.

“Who is your mother…?” Neytiri asks.

She wasn't given much of an answer as Danu climbed a set of stone stairs leading up to an uphill. The family quickly followed and coming in view was a tree. But not just any tree, a tree so different yet so familiar. With a hue of glowing teal color and Atokirina floating about, this was the people’s spirit tree. However, something else floats alongside the Atokirina. Something neytiri has never seen before.

“MAMAAAAAAAAA~!!” Danu calls out in a happy cheery voice.

At the base of the tree stood a human woman. Long braided hair, the ends with what seem like white stone and beads spreaded around her braids. Her outfit seeming to tell she is of higher status.

The woman looks over at danu and smiles, welcoming the girl in a tight embrace. “Mom! I have brought some new guests! Meet the Sully family!” Danu happily introduces and she points to the family.

The woman looks at the family, and greets them in the na’vi way, with grace and elegance sewn in every movement. “Welcome to our home, it seems like you have traveled a lot. Perhaps some rest is needed before you can ask your question"

They were given a home. Looked like a mix of a marui and a hut if Jake could describe it as best as he could. It was spacious, the kids got to have a private spot each and the pit for a cook fire was in the middle. They got to settle down and gather their thoughts, until jake called in for a family meeting.

“Look, I get this is all new. For you, for us. But it seems they are willing to take us in without even asking. So try to be on your best behavior, all of you. Especially you lo’ak” jake says, looking at his second son. Lo’ak wasnt making eye contact so neteyam grabbed him by the neck making him face his dad.

“Will we really stay here…?” Tuk asks nervously. While it seemed very exciting exploring a new place and meet new people, it was also scary. Jake took a moment and answered, “if they let us baby”. Tuk made a whining noise, frowning “I want to go home!” she whimpers. Close to crying. Neytiri looks at her baby with sadness, “oh tuk…”. Jake holds tuk’s hand to comfort her. “This is most likely to be our home now…and we will make most of it”

“What does your father always say?” Neytiri asks her children…

“I hope you have all settled well. Come, you must all be famished” the woman says with an unusual softness to her voice. The sully family were invited to her home, where danu happily helped in serving the food for the newcomers.

“I'm sorry, but what was your name again…?” Jake asks, wondering of the lady. And the woman lightly taps her head, “oh where are my manners. My name is Mai, the tsahik of the Tawsyuram clan” mai introduces herself.

Neytiri’s tail sways curiously, “tsahik? You? But you are a human” she says.

“Indeed, but soon you will learn neytiri, that this clan, this mountain, is not like what you know” Mai says, giving a playful wink.

Mai gestures to everyone to take a seat as Danu serves everyone their portion. The food looked and smelled delicious, and from long travel, all of a suddenly everyone was starving. Tuk was all too happy to dig in, lo’ak doing the same. Both humming at the welcoming taste on their tongues.

“Hungry I take it?” Mai teases as she takes a bite from her food. Neytiri cautiously takes a bite, her ears perking up liking the taste. It taste familiar yet different at the same time. Kind of tricky to describe the taste. But it had meat and other nutritional pieces of food.

Danu sat next to neteyam, the boy looked over at her, really taking in her appearance.

“You can stare at me all you like, pretty boy, but later, it's meal time” Danu winks at him. Neteyam nervously smiles but looks away, feeling his cheeks heat up in embarrassment. He didn't say anything further and just ate in silence.

After their hearty meal, questions flowed out like an endless river. But everyone asked so many questions at the same time, it was a mumbling mess. So, with a simple gesture of a hand, mai lowers the volume collectively. “One by one, all of your questions will be answered” was all she said.

“Exactly, what is this place…?” Jake asks. A lot has happened in the few hours they have been exposed to something this strange. Even for pandora standards.

“A floating mountain. Well, to be more specific, it is a mountain cut from the northern mountains. It is so big, it created its own ecosystem. I found it many years ago and settled in” mai explained.

“Found it…? How?”

“I was a scientist when the RDA arrived, much like many, I fell in love with this planet. It's precious and pure. I remember crying for seeing something so beautiful, so natural and colorful. To say, it didn't take a whole lot to change my mind. So secretly I planted my own ideas. Quiet literally”

Mai turns to point at the spirit tree.

“That tree? It grew from a single seed that I brought with me from earth. Originally, the seed was of a red oak tree. However, when infused with the pandora soil it grew to something different. Something more beautiful. I see it as something from Eywa, her way of blessing the tree, blessing this mountain. And through this miracle tree, we humans can breathe the same air as the na’vi”

Once the na’vi were mentioned, it was neytiri’s turn to ask, “Why would na’vi come here?”

Mai offered tuk a sweet treat as she continued, “why wouldn't they? After many raids from the RDA, many lands destroyed and their homes gone, where else could they have gone? Yes to another clan, but who is to say that clan won't be targeted next? They are tired of constant loss, so here is their answer”

Jake knew there will be many more questions to ask, so he thought of telling his kids to go out and explore, but mai beat him to it.

“Danu my love, why dont you give the sully kids a proper tour of our home? Make sure they know and learn everything of their new home” mai tells danu. Her daughter nods in glee and leads the kids outside of her home.

“Now, with them being entertained, lets talk about…”

“C’mon, this way!” Danu tells the four kids as they follow her closely. Neteyam being very close, might as well be at equal sides, lo’ak not too far and kiri carrying tuk as to not fall behind. Through the many plants, trees, and small bridges, they return back to the village where everyone was doing something.

Tuk smiles as she gets to see the village life in a longer range. Everyone looked so busy, chatting, moving cattle from one place to another, people in stalls trading some items for others, others cooking and feeding those who are hungry. There is something going on in every corner.

“It looks so……busy” lo’ak says as he observes the people.

Danu lets out a short cackle, “of course! It is always busy here, wither hunting, weaving, trading, there is something going on and there is always something new! Come on, let me show you!”

Once again Danu leads the siblings. Weaving a path through the busy crowd, neteyam follows easily, not losing sight of her noticeable hair. He and his siblings silently say “excuse me” and “I'm sorry” as they catch up to danu. They caught up to her as she stood in front of an older na’vi. Sitting on his seat as he fans the smoke of something he is cooking.

“Welcome danu, are those the newcomers I see?” the kind elder na’vi asks, danu nods eagerly. “Yes, I am showing them around the village and soon the whole mountain!” she answers happily. The sullys introduce themselves one by one. While they chatted, tuk couldn't help but drool as the tasty looking food. The elder na’vi noticed and asks, “Would you like one young tuk?”

Tuk hides her face behind kiri’s arm but shyly nods, the elder na’vi chuckles and hands her the most delicious looking treat. “Here, all yours, it is a fish kabab, but be careful. It is really hot” he says, tuk accepts and gently blows on it before taking a bite. Her big eyes sparkle with delight.

“MMNNNNN~!! Its so yummy!!” she happily praises. The elder na’vi smiled with joy, then he handed a fish kabab to each sully. “Enjoy your treat” he says, everyone happily thanked him and soon they made their way again through the paths.

“Damn, this is good” lo’ak comments as he enjoys the fish kabab. Danu turned to him, “trust me, that kabab is just the start. Our cooks are so talented and know just how to use everything and make a delicious meal!”. As she goes on to explain what each clan member does, of all the siblings, neteyam seems to hear but not 100% listen.

He focuses more on danu’s voice and her personality. Something about her seems to draw him in. Is it her enthusiasm? Her boldness? Her extroverted ways? Neteyam doesn't know himself, but if they really are going to stay, he has time to figure it out.

“Oooooooohhh~!! They look so fluffy!!” Tuk says as she points at cute, sheep looking creatures that are being hurdled by a human farmer. Danu took her time to introduce the kids to many aspects of the mountain, To show them that here, it is safe.

“What are they exactly? I have never seen or heard of them before?” kiri asked curiously.

Danu snickered a bit, her shoulders shaking from trying not to laugh “they are called…..floofers. I am not joking, that is what they called”. Tuk looks back at the cute creatures, three yellow beady eyes on each side, 2 sets of horns curled backwards with six hooved feet and remarkably pure white floof as their fur. However small, they look tough.

“I like it, floofers is an interesting choice of a name” lo’ak comments as he twirls a hanging vine nearby.

“But why that name?” it was neteyam’s turn to ask, danu shrugged. “I'm not sure, my mom named them that. I guess because they are floofy? I really don't know but I like it either way” .

They all admired the different herd animals in the massive farm land, until danu led them somewhere else. But as they keep on exploring, kiri notices that a few here and there are interesting glowing insect like creatures. They remind her of Atokirinas, they fly gracefully in a delicate manner. Close to a butterfly shape, they seem to be a bit see-through, almost as if they are either made of thin glass or thin fabric. The light they produce is beautiful, a gentle white glow. And for some reason they are getting closer to her, and kiri in return getting closer to them.

“So pretty!” tuk notices the pretty looking insects, letting one land on her hand.

“Awe, they like you” Danu coos as the glowing beauties land on kiri, taking interest. “What are they…?” Kiri whispers as to not scare them.

“Tswatuhì” Danu replies slowly, admiring the little display in front of her. “They are like atokirina, little blessings of our great mother. And it seems they have taken you quite well kiri”

The little butterflies then left kiri and landed on tuk, lo’ak and neteyam, giving each of them their own glow. “Oh ma’eywa, truly a lovely blessing” Danu says in awe. Humming a bit, Danu enjoys the scenery.

“Truly, truly you guys are like disney princesses” she comments.

“What's a disney princess?” Tuk asks

“It's a Earth thing”

“Ma’jake…are you certain?” Neytiri asks nervously. They have returned back to their new temporary home after talking with mai. They had a lot to think over. So Jake, rubbing his chin as he sits with his mate by his side.

“You heard what mai said. This place is hidden in the clouds and aware from any RDA areas. It is just…too good. Too good of everything. The mountain, the environment, the people…” he goes on.

Neytiri lingers on the people part. Yes, the people. Human and na’vi and the inbetween. As they made their way back, she noticed many romantic couples that were na’vi and human. If they are going to stay, this is something she has no choice but to tolerate. Yet the irony is there, to run away from humans they now have to live with the humans.

“And our children…?” she asks more. But before Jake could respond, as if on cue, their children returned with baskets full of things and big smiles on their happy faces.

“Mom! Dad! You won't believe what we saw!” Lo'ak said eagerly, tuk light slapped his arm because he beat her to it.

“Look look, this fruit is called a watermelon! And it is so good! Very sweet and we can make all sorts of treats with it!” tuk showed the big green melon to her parents. Jake saw it and couldn't believe his eyes.

“Watermelon…huh, this was long gone back in my time…” he whispers.

“We had fish kebabs and we gotta try to make some! Oh! And some of the locals were kind enough to give us these….”

The kids happily spoke of their little journey through the mountain, the people they met, the foods they tried and the overall culture thanks to their new friend Danu. But as they chatted away, Neytiri and Jake shared a look. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad to stay.

As the sun sets below the horizon and darkness covers all sky and land, the mountain and the life inside comes to life. Bioluminescent colors glow in beautiful colors, and like any part of Pandora, the mountain was its own other word once darkness falls.

Nocturnal creatures come out, and the daytime creatures lay in their nests to sleep.

And the Tawsyuram mountain? They thrive.

Like any tribe, the Tawsyuram clan was no different when it came to communal meals. Everyone went to the main center of the village, light hearted laughter, people dancing, singing, enjoying the moot. It was different yet it felt so familiar to the Sully family. The 5 gather together in a huddle like grip, many other locals surrounding them, giving their greetings and offerings to make them feel welcome.

They appreciate it, Jake is neytiri still feel nervous but the kids have gotten more used to the welcoming treatment and more comfortable talking with the other villagers. Even tuk managed to chat with other kids around her age!

“So…I take it you kids like it?” Jake asks his children, they all nodded eagerly. “Do you feel safe here? Welcomed?” Neytiri asks after him.

“As welcoming as they can get mom” lo’ak grins as he presents her a basket full of unfamiliar fruits and flowers. Kiri snatches a mango from the basket and happily munches on it. “What about you neteyam?” neytiri turns to ask her eldest child.

But neteyam didnt respond, not immediately.

In the center of the moot, there was a ring of young teens, many around his and his siblings' age, dancing and enjoying the moment. Among the youth was danu, who was dancing in a very grateful way. The rhythm of the music flowed around her, keeping up with the pace and matching every beat and note. She looked so lovely with the lighting of the fire. Really hypnotizing really.

Until danu’s eyes met his. Her smile widened more and she makes her way over to neteyam, grabbing his arm tugging him forward. “Come on, dance with me” danu invites. Feeling hesitant, neteyam respectfully tries to deny, “oh no, I dont know how” he says. Earning a little giggle from danu, she tugs him harder making him stand, “it is the way” danu said.

She successfully brings him to the center of the moot where he begins to follow her moves and quickly gets the hang of the dance.

Neytiri and Jake look in awe as they are reminded of their night.

“I believe that answers your question” jake whispers as they take in the full warmth and welcome of the Tawsyuram clan.

Okie this one seriously took me a looooooooooong time! There was so much re-writing and adjusting, I feel like despite how much I did, its not enough to truly cover what I envisioned but I did my best to fit everything in. So I hope you all enjoyed this one! Until next time! See ya!

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Waiting for You

Azriel x Reader

Word count: 3.4k

Synopsis: Reader and Az are besties who are secretly in love w each other but refuse to admit it. She’s the only one who gets him out of his broody moods so she comforts him after a bad mission. She gets badly hurt on a mission and he goes feral rescuing her.

Warnings: Canon typical violence.

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“Where is he?” you asked Cassian as soon as you saw him in the foyer at the House of Wind. You’d been at a meeting with Feyre when Mor winnowed in to retrieve you.

“In his room. He’s been in there since last night,” Cassian told you in a hushed voice.

You balked. “Last night? Why didn’t you guys tell me sooner?”

“We were trying to talk him down ourselves, but he doesn’t want to see anyone. You know how he gets.”

Worry inched up your spine. “What happened?”

Cassian grimaced, mouth bracketed with tension. “Hybern soldiers ambushed a temple in Sangravah. Azriel and Rhys went there as fast as they could, but they didn’t get there in time to save all the priestesses. Az has been blaming himself since. Doesn’t wanna see anyone or leave his room.”

You nodded as Cassian walked you to Azriel’s room, falling into silence. You braced yourself for the task ahead. You were the only one Azriel lets in during incidents like this. Upon reaching his door, Cassian squeezed your shoulder. “Good luck,” he whispered, turning to leave.

Once Cassian was gone, you opened the door. Just as you expected, it was pitch black inside. Azriel’s shadows were frantically swarming around the room, blocking out all sources of light, reminding you of wild bats. You felt them brushing against you in phantom caresses. You closed the door behind you, allowing yourself to be completely immersed in the darkness. You waited a heartbeat, knowing the shadows were whispering to Azriel of your arrival. His silence indicated he knew it was you because if it were anyone else entering his room, he’d ask them to leave. But not you. Never you.

Squinting, you eventually found the faint blue glow of his siphons between the swarming blackness of his churning shadows. You begin padding over, hands raised in front of you to stop yourself from running into any furniture. You felt his bedpost, flinching slightly in surprise. He’s sitting on his bed, then. Bracing your hands onto it, you trail them over the edge of his bed as you move closer to that faint blue glow. Finally, you felt him, meeting the outside of his thigh with your roaming fingers. You moved to stand directly where you anticipated he was sitting, moving slowly to avoid hitting him suddenly. You took a tentative step forward and felt his spread knees bracketing the sides of your legs. You took another step forward, right between his open thighs, warily reaching forward until your fingers met his shoulders.

You didn’t say anything just yet. Bracing your hands flat onto his shoulders, you felt them rise and fall abruptly with his breathing. Then you felt him shift forward. You remained planted firmly in place, allowing him to take whatever he needed from you. Heavy, warm hands fell onto your hips, gently tugging you forward. You yielded to him, just as you’d already secretly yielded so much of yourself to him. You felt his head lower onto your chest, forehead resting on your sternum. Your left hand moved to cradle the back of his neck, your right hand stroking his hair back. You felt him breathe deeply, felt your heart break at his pain. He remained where he was, gripping your hips and breathing into you; gradually, his shadows slowed their black churning, stopped the restless swarming, and light at last trickled into his room. First in fractures like beams through a mosaic, then spilling in like a cleansing mist.

The golden glow of the sunset outside basked his room, allowing you to see once more. Still, you said nothing and remained where you were to let him take his time. You looked down at the male you loved so dearly, your best friend, and frowned to see he was still in his Illyrian leathers. Still caked with blood. He mustn’t have taken them off since returning from the mission last night, mustn’t have slept at all. You silently cursed Cassian for waiting so long to tell you. Azriel takes a final deep, shuddering breath, and slowly raised his head off your chest. You meet his gaze, still stroking back his hair, finding a haunted look in his eyes, dark circles beneath.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper gently. He just shakes his head, breaking your gaze. “Az, sweetheart.” You bit your lip, trying to tread carefully. “We need to get you out of these leathers. Yeah?” He just nods. That’s a good sign, at least. He reaches to begin undoing the straps and buckles across his torso. His fingers are caked with blood, making you frown once again. He glanced up to catch the frown. “Is that blood yours?”

“No,” he finally spoke, voice rough from disuse. “It’s the Hybern commander’s. I didn’t leave any survivors.” No remorse in his voice.

“Good,” you say honestly, holding his gaze. You’ve never once balked from Azriel’s deeds, his enactment of justice. There’s grim understanding in his eyes now, at your acceptance of who he is, his light and dark. You reach for his leathers. Aside from the usual leathers, he also had protective gear on his shoulders and down his arms. The dark knight incarnate. You struggle to unbuckle his leathers beneath the partial armour, moving your fingers to work those free instead. You frown slightly in frustration. Azriel catches this and goes to stand. You take a step back. At his full, towering height, you walk around him to undo the armour bindings. You remove the protective gear on his right shoulder; once it was undone, you try to carefully lower it to the ground, but it’s much heavier than you anticipated. Azriel takes over before you drop the heavy metal onto your feet, easily hauling it off himself with one hand. You repeat the motions with his left shoulder. Then you remove the protection off his upper arms, leaving only his Illyrian leathers.

You walk back to his front, gazing tentatively at his face to see how he’s doing. He holds your gaze, eyes clearer than they were when you first saw them in the light. Progress. You gently take his hand and silently lead him to his washroom. You turn the bathtub faucet on, pouring various tonics and soaps into the water. You turn back and find him undoing the last of his straps and dagger holsters. You walk up to him and reach for the bindings holding the leathers together. Once again, he yields the task to you.

You undo the bindings, reaching for the neckline of the leathers, and slowly pull it down his frame. He pulls his arms out of the sleeves with either hand, then shimmies his arms out of the top, exposing his abdomen. You run your eyes over his exposed form, searching for injuries, finding none aside from some bruising. You meet his gaze once more, finding it already on your face. You turn, silently telling him to remove the rest of his leathers himself. You hear the clothing being dropped into a pile, feel him shift behind you, and hear him lower himself into the water.

You turn to find him submerged, the bubbles and murky water concealing his lower half, though you ignored the voice in your head insisting he wouldn’t care if you saw him naked as the day he was born. You go sit on the edge of the tub, behind where his back rested. Filling a small bucket with water, you shield his face with your free hand and pour the water into his hair with the other. His eyes close, exhaling in relief. His submission to your care pulled on your heartstrings, bringing about all kinds of implications you shoved to the back of your mind. Azriel didn’t know you loved him, no one did, and you certainly wouldn’t be the fool who ruined your friendship by telling him how you felt.

You washed his hair, pouring as much love and care as you could into the action, saying with your hands what you could never tell him with your tongue. You took some soap and moved onto his upper body. He obliged, holding his arm out for you. You moved down his arm, taking extra care with his hands, cleaning the blood off thoroughly. You repeated the motion with his other arm, then gave him the soap in his hand in a silent command to take over. “I’ll wait for you in your room, okay?” He nodded in confirmation.

You waited for him on his bed, listening to the sound of the faucet turning off and Azriel shuffling around as he dried himself. He came out of the bathroom with just a towel around his hips. You averted your gaze, blushing as if you hadn’t just undressed and washed him yourself. The irony wasn’t lost on Azriel either because he let out a huff of amusement.

You allowed him to change in privacy, only looking back up when he came and stood directly in front of you, clothed in pyjama bottoms and a white tee. You found a small smile on his face, making your heart swell. You got off his bed in a hurry, wrapping your arms tightly around his torso, and burying your head into his shoulder. He hugged you back tightly around your shoulders. You pulled back to get another look at his improved state, but Azriel wasn’t done with you just yet. He moves his hold to your waist, pulling you back to his body, and drops his head down to your shoulder where he rests his forehead, breathing you in once more. You’re momentarily shocked by the vulnerable display, but you quickly wrap your arms around his shoulders, closing your eyes at the sensation. You don’t know how long the two of you stay there, but you don’t dare break away this time. Azriel finally rises, meeting your gaze.

“Better?” you ask softly.

“Better.”

There’s a softness in his eyes that has your heart stuttering, not wanting to give in to the hope you feel swelling in your chest. Best friends, you remind yourself. He’s just in a vulnerable headspace. You step back. “You haven’t had anything to eat, have you?”

He shrugged. “Didn’t have much of an appetite.”

You frowned. “I’m gonna go get you something to eat. Okay?”

That softness remained in his eyes. He gave another small smile. “Okay.”

“Wait for me,” you said. His softened gaze endured.

“I’m waiting for you,” he said. You held his gaze, felt an unspoken charge pass between the two of you, and you turned to leave.

“I’m assuming it went well,” Cassian said as he came into the kitchen behind you.

The House had a nice little dinner prepared for Azriel, nothing too hard on the stomach. “Yes, he’s doing better. He bathed and changed. Why didn’t you tell me to come sooner, Cass?” you frowned at the male as he came to lean beside you against the counter.

He had a knowing smile you chose to ignore. “Because we thought we could handle your boyfriend this time without all the theatrics.”

You blushed. “He’s not my boyfriend.”

“Right. There’s just another super secret explanation for why you’re the only one who can calm him down when he gets all broody.”

“It’s because he’s my best friend.”

Cassian dramatically clutched his chest. “Don’t do me like that Y/N.” You laughed, taking the tray to leave, but Cassian wasn’t done. “The day you finally admit you’re in love with each other is the day you make me a very rich male.”

You rolled your eyes. “We’re not in love.” You turned to glare at him as you left the kitchen.

“Me when I lie.”

You barked a laugh, despite yourself.

“Bye Cassian. Pain in my fucking ass.”

His laughter trailed after you as you made your way back to Azriel’s room. There, you found he was indeed waiting for you. He looked settled in the light. He smiled when he saw you, lightly patting the spot beside him on the bed. You couldn’t stop your smile back even if you tried, happily making your way over. You carried his food in your hands, and he carried your heart in his.

The next day, you and Mor found yourselves coming up to the Sangravah temple. Rhys asked the two of you to do a damage assessment. Azriel was initially assigned this part of the mission, but you volunteered in his place, not wanting him to fall back into the self-blaming headspace. You’d remained in your civilian clothes, hoping to offer comfort to the surviving priestesses. You made your way through the temple, Mor taking the outside perimeter. You walked past the vestibule pillars, not seeing any priestesses. Movement at last caught your eye in a shadowy corner in one of the inner divisions, drawing you in. Once you entered, you halted in your tracks, expecting to find a mourning priestess, but instead being met with three Hybern soldiers.

You assumed a defensive stance. “Well, well,” one of them drawled, a sickening smirk on his face as he took you in. “I thought we were done with you creatures, but the Dark Mother is good.” You palmed your daggers, wondering how you’d get Mor’s attention in time. The Soldiers tutted in mockery. “Poor little priestess came back for revenge?”

You glared, slowly backing out of the room without turning, hoping they’d take the bait and follow you to the main corridor, closer to Mor’s access. They happily crept forward like predators seizing in on prey. Gullible fools. They were making this easy. Suspiciously easy, you realized, when –

You started at the feeling of a hard body behind you. Turning to attack, you found two more soldiers. With your back to the original assailants, you had to act quickly. You began swinging and lunging your daggers. Two of the soldiers grabbed your arms, disarming you; a third holding your legs to keep you from kicking. You thrashed in their hold, screaming in frustration. Panic seized your throat. You shouted for Morrigan. The soldiers laughed, making you thrash harder with rage. One backhanded you hard enough to momentarily cease your thrashing. Before you could recover, another backhanded blow whipped your head to the other side.

You were tackled to the ground, the soldier who hit you straddling your stomach, letting his weight knock the breath out of you as he continued to deliver blows, fists this time. You fought to stay conscious, fought to fill your lungs with enough breath to scream. Where is Mor? Praying she’d find you, praying she wasn’t also getting ambushed, you continued your futile thrashing until unconsciousness pulled you under.

Light drew you from your slumber, making your head throb. You didn’t remember falling asleep. You tried to feel the source of the pain in your head, bringing a hand up to your forehead. You felt your fingers constricted in wrapping, making you open your eyes in confusion. You found yourself in your bed. Azriel was by your side in an instant. You frowned at the sight of him, hair dishevelled, dark circles beneath his eyes. He looked distraught. “Az? What’s wrong?” Your voice was rough, mouth dry. He handed you water, which you sat up to drink. It all came rushing back to you, the attack at the temple. You gasped. “Where’s Mor?”

“She’s fine. She wasn’t hurt. We got there in time.”

“What?”

Azriel swallowed. “Mor spoke mind to mind with Rhys when she heard the soldiers in the temple. We all winnowed in as fast as we could. Me, Cass, and Rhys.”

“Oh,” you said. Azriel ran his hands through his hair. You caught sight of dried blood on his split knuckles. “What happened?”

Azriel exhaled. “We found them crowding over your unconscious body, Y/N.” You felt a twinge of guilt at the panic that must have caused. Azriel held your gaze. “I killed them all. I killed them all with my bare hands. Didn’t have to use one blade.” You shuddered at the intensity in his eyes, reaching your hand to him. He took it in both of his, frowning at the wrapping.

“It’s okay, I’m fine,” you tried weakly.

“I’m sorry we didn’t come sooner,” he said. The guilt was written all over his face.

You shook your head. “It’s okay, Az. I volunteered to go.”

“It was supposed to be me.”

“I know, Az. It’s okay, really.”

He kept looking at your hand cradled gently between his own. His Adam’s apple bobbed. “The sight of you unconscious on that floor, the blood on your face…” he closed his eyes, shuddering at the memory. He tried again. “When I was flying you back to the House, the whole way back, all I could think about was–” he cut himself off, shaking his head.

“Was what?” you coaxed gently.

Azriel met your gaze. “All I could think about was how I’d been too much of a coward. I… I never–” he stopped again, hesitation filling his eyes.

You squeezed his hands in encouragement.

Azriel took a deep breath. “I never told you, Y/N, that… that I love you. I’ve–I’ve been in love with you.” He took a shuddering breath. “So much,” he rasped, his voice husky with emotion. His brows were knitted together, like the admission brought him anguish. Every thought eddied from your mind, eyes widening. He loves me. “I just wish I had the chance to tell you sooner. I’m sorry– if you don’t feel the same way, I know it’s selfish for me to–” he cut himself off again, closing his eyes in reprieve, schooling his ragged breathing.

“Hey,” you said gently. You tried to keep your emotions abated, tried and failed to stop your eyes from watering. He loves me. He opened his eyes, and the torment in them had you shattering. You reached your bandaged hands up to where he was sitting on your bed, cradling his face. He kept his stare on you, eyes cautious like he was waiting to receive anger, perhaps rejection. The vulnerability in his eyes, the pain in them – your tears began falling.

“I’m sorry. Please don’t cry, it’s okay– we can just go back to being friends.” Your heart broke at his hesitation, his inability to believe you felt the same way he did. He brought his hands to your face, wiping your tears away with his thumbs as they fell.

“Azriel,” you rasped. He visibly braced himself. “I love you too,” you breathed. He closed his eyes, the relief so potent on his face that you didn’t know whether to cry harder or laugh. You gently pulled him into you, and he obliged. He buried his head into your neck, breathing deeply. Your arms immediately wound around his shoulders, squeezing him as tightly as you could to your chest. He groaned lightly, the vibration reverberating into your chest. You laughed at his reaction, the sheer intensity of it all. You felt him laugh too, felt it right against your neck.

“Mother above,” you heard a voice huff. You turned your head to find Cassian leaning in the doorway, watching the two of you. You audibly exhaled in annoyance. Azriel simply ignored him, not even bothering to raise himself from your embrace. “You two are the most dramatic people I’ve ever met. No wonder you’re so lovesick for each other. Did you rehearse your monologue while she was in a coma, Az?” You felt Azriel grin against your neck.

“Y/N,” Azriel’s baritone voice was muffled.

“Yes, Azriel,” you countered.

“Tell Cassian to get the fuck out before I also kill him with my bare hands.”

“Cassian,” you chimed earnestly, “Azriel says you need to get the fuck out before he kills you with his bare hands.” Cassian just laughed at your sarcasm and closed the door as he left. Busybody.

Azriel finally rises from your embrace. “We’re never gonna hear the end of this,” he said. His eyes were brighter than you’ve ever seen them, focused and settled.

“Definitely not,” you agreed. You frowned once more at his exhausted state. “Did you sleep at all?”

Azriel shook his head, not breaking your gaze. “I was waiting for you.”

The unsaid implication didn’t go over your head. “I know, Az. I was waiting for you too.”

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lazycats-stuff · 9 months

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hi i got a request lol this is like my first time asking so i’m embarrassed☠️ but i was wondering if you could write something with a Spider-Man!anti-hero!reader and he’s in some fight with Red Hood, but they’re fighting near another fight where poison ivy’s fighting off some cops cuz she’s trynna escape from arkham and some of her aphrodisiacs/pheromone power from the plants get too close to where reader and red r fighting so they get intoxicated with it and yknow..also leading to some hate fucking. also with the added spinnerrette kink(that was RLLY embarrassing to write i’m so sorry if that sounds like a lot😭) but tysm !!

No need to feel embarrassed, I'm not judging. We are all friends here. I also got your elaboration so I will include that kink. Alright, lets get to writing!

Summary: Jason and (Y/N) are at each others throats. Ivy escapes and sex pheromones get in the air. Jason and (Y/N) fuck.

Warnings: hate sex, sex pheromones, top Jason, bottom reader, violence, Ivy escaping, cursing, again SMUT, I don't know if I wrote hate sex... The author is tired.

Also, this is such a good gif... Holy shit..., Also, (C/D) = code name

When (C/N) came onto Gotham scene, Jason was the first one to go after him. There was something about (C/D) that Jason hated and Bruce always tried to make sure that any type of confrontation between is made to be bare minimum. Also, Jason didn't like the fact that he was a Spiderman and not as funny as the OG one.

One particular night changed everything between Red Hood and (C/N). Gotham was in complete chaos because the big names in Gotham decided to make chaos and make their lives living hell. That night it was each man for himself.

Jason was tasked to stop Poison Ivy from breaking out of the prison, but he was distracted by seeing (C/N). All of a sudden, he saw red and started running towards (C/N). He took his gun out and started shooting at (C/N).

Of course, (C/N) or (Y/N) if you will, sensed it coming. He dodged every single bullet and Jason was just ready to kill him. He jumped at (Y/N), using everything in him to land a punch. Both of them were fighting, not noticing the Poison Ivy fighting the cops. When a building started shaking, Jason and (Y/N) were thrown off of the building.

They landed onto the prison roof top, where Poison Ivy was. She looked at the two heroes, before smirking. Jason wondered what the hell she was thinking, before he realized. She was going to release something now.

" Ivy, don't do it. Whatever you are thinking, don't do it. Don't make me hate you. " Jason said, going for his gun.

" Sorry Hood, but I can't. I need to escape. " She said and all of a sudden, air was filled with some sort of green gas and Jason choked on it.

He felt hot and his blood went south, all the way down to his dick. What in God's name is happening to him? And what in God's name is this gas doing to him? Oh God, this is sex pollen.

Jason coughed, before taking his helmet off. He took deep breaths to calm himself. Poison Ivy was gone with the wind and it was just (Y/N) and Jason. (Y/N) wasn't doing much better either. He was blushing beneath his mask and he felt that all the blood went south.

Both of them locked eyes with one another and despite not seeing each other's eyes, both could tell that their pupils were blown.

" Okay, " Jason started. He knew it was a bad idea, but if you were hit with sex pollen, masturbation won't do it. " I know a place a couple of blocks nearby, enough privacy for us to get this out. " Jason said, hands shaking from the surge of energy and self control.

" Lead the way. "

Jason never ran so fast in his life. The place in question was an old safe house that was scratched because it was made by Penguin, but God, it was closest place with some sort of privacy. And that's why Jason had (Y/N) hoisted up on the wall, holding his thighs and kissing him like a wild animal.

Jason felt (Y/N) pulling his hair and he moaned. Is he into pain? Well, that will be another plan soon. He took (Y/N) and threw him onto a single mattress in the room.

He took his jacket off quickly and (Y/N) took his own shirt off. " Are you sure? " Jason asked, huffing, legs twitching. My God. He looked at (Y/N)'s body. The defined abs, soft skin... Oh no, what is this pollen making him think?

" I do, now get to it. " (Y/N) said, clearly wanting to get to it. Jason shed his clothes and weapons before leaning down to kiss (Y/N) more animalistically, fueled by the pollen. He reached for (Y/N)'s wrists, wanting to put them above his head. (Y/N) shuddered and let out a breathier moan. Jason raised his eyebrows, before massaging his wrists.

(Y/N) moaned louder, his hips raising and his member brushing against Jason's boxer's. " What's up with your wrists? " Jason asked, looking at them. He saw small holes on (Y/N)'s wrists.

" It's a place where my web comes out and it's... Well, if you mess with it and massage it, it turns into a huge arousal spot. " (Y/N) breathed out, looking away from Jason. Jason smirked, seeing a way how to mess with (Y/N) a bit.

He massaged the wrists more, making (Y/N) louder moans. He squirmed beneath Jason, trying to get more friction. " Interesting... Good to know. "

Jason released (Y/N)'s wrists and moved his hands down (Y/N)'s hips. He hooked his fingers beneath (Y/N)'s boxers and removed them. (Y/N) was rock hard, with some precum dribbling down. Jason took his member into his hand and started stroking him.

(Y/N) choked on air as Jason started stroking him. When Jason stopped, (Y/N) whined, actually whined. That sound made Jason way more harder.

Jason moved away, knowing that there is lube on the shelf. Why and how? He smirked at the sight of the lube packet. He took it and took his boxers off. He tore it and spread some on his fingers, leaving some for his dick.

He warmed it up before pushing two fingers in. (Y/N) tensed, but relaxed a second later. Jason pushed them deeper, searching for the prostate. He knew he found it when (Y/N) gasped and his dick twitched.

" I think you are ready. " Jason said, coating his dick in left over lube. He grabbed the under side of the knees, moving them out of the way. He pushed in slowly, watching (Y/N)'s face for any signs of discomfort.

Despite hating him, Jason didn't want to give him trauma related to sex. That was the last thing that he wanted.

" Oh shit- " (Y/N) said, biting his lip. Jason let out a breath, trying to adjust. After a few moments, Jason started moving. He had to lean down to lean on his elbows. His thrusts got faster and more erratic. (Y/N) was shaking beneath Jason, whimpering in pleasure.

They both came quickly, but it wasn't enough. Jason pulled out, making (Y/N) whine.

" On your hands and knees. " Jason said, pupils widening even more at the sight of (Y/N) on his hands and knees. He pushed back in, grabbing (Y/N) hips to get some leverage. Both Jason and (Y/N) are hitting overstimulation, but they couldn't get enough.

After 3 more rounds, they collapsed next to each other. Jason's body was aching and (Y/N) was on the verge of sleep. Jason stood up, putting his boxers on, moving to get a rag. Using one of the leftover water bottles, he wet the rag. He moved back to wipe sweat from (Y/N).

" I thought you hated me. " (Y/N) said tiredly, trying to get up.

" I do, but aftercare is important. " Jason said curtly, wiping down (Y/N)'s body. He handed him a water bottler too, allowing him to rehydrate.

" Also, this doesn't change anything between us. I still hate you. " Jason explained, taking the water and wiping it before drinking himself.

" I know that. " (Y/N) said, stretching his arms. " Is it alright if I stay here for the night? I don't have strength to swing back. " (Y/N) said, moving to get his boxers. Thankfully he didn't had to move far.

" Good. I don't think that Batman will want to find you here. " Jason said, already dressed and ready to go.

" Well, I don't want to find him either. I can only hope that you won't tip him off. "

" Well, I may hate you, but I don't hate you that much. " Jason said, putting his helmet on. " And if I hear anything about our... Encounter anywhere, I'm going to kill you. " Jason said.

" I know you will. " (Y/N) said, turning on his side.

Jason left without a single glance towards (Y/N). He stepped out. It was still dark out and it was something that Jason was thankful for. Although, he was thankful when he heard his comms firing up.

" Jason where were you? We were trying to reach you, but they were offline. " He heard Bruce say in his ear.

" Don't worry about me old man. Poison Ivy just knocked me out. "

" I could see something is wrong when I had to go get her. She just told me you were going to be unavailable. " Bruce said.

Jason swallowed, feeling nervous. He could only hope that Poison Ivy didn't tell Bruce what gas she gave him. " Either way Jason, get back to the manor, all the criminals are in the GCPD, waiting transfer to Blackgate. "

" I will be back soon. " Jason said, cutting the communication. Bruce and the rest of the family can't know what happened between him and (Y/N).

They can't.

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spacebarbarianweird · 21 days

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Sleepy

Summary: Tiriel persuades Astarion to drink the sleeping potion.

Technically it's just Astarion being very sleepy and Tiriel taking advantage on that.

Pairing: Astarion x OC (Tiriel)

Tags: fluff, post-game, named Tav, established relationship.

Thanks @themadlu for beta-reading!

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"Astarion!" Tiriel calls out for her vampire husband. "Are you there?"

The battle is over and Tiriel, feeling dizzy after taking at least two hits in the head, is looking around.

Two dead ogres. Three orcs. A gnoll that was too drunk to realize a raging barbarian wasn’t a good target to bite.

"Only my man can bite me," she pushes the body aside.

But Astarion is nowhere to be seen. He usually hides in the shadows protecting Tiriel from damage, but the moment it's over he comes back to her, hot with blood.

It's been like that for sixty years.

"Astarion!"

No response.

Maybe he's gone too far in the caves? But Astarion has a sharp hearing, he must have heard her.

She looks down and notices a bag probably stolen from an unfortunate victim. Tiriel kneels to open it and sees bottles filled with potion.

Three are broken and the fabric is soaked in a liquid of unknown properties.

And the fourth one...

Tiriel carefully takes it in her hands.

Angelic Sleep Potion!

The only potion that puts an elf to real sleep. It looks like molten gold and the bottle has two wings.

Then Tiriel sees him.

He stands in the middle of the field, silent and motionless. Tiriel can't see his face and she thinks he might be looking for something in the dark.

"Astarion, love!" She calls him. "Are you all right?"

No response again.

His armor is in rags, hair is covered in dry blood. He doesn't have any wounds – not anymore, at least, thanks to vampiric regeneration, but it seems he's received a lot of damage.

"Astarion?" Tiriel feels a knot in her stomach. There was a period when Astarion was such a mental wreck, she even doubted her devotion to him. But he got better with the years, setbacks became rare and now Astarion sometimes even forgets he lived those awful centuries of slavery.

Astarion makes a grunting sound as if something has stabbed him, before collapsing on his knees.

And then he yells.

His voice echoes through the caves. His yells become cries and then he just sobs grabbing fistfuls of his hair.

Tiriel sits beside Astarion and caresses his back.

"I am here, love, I am here," she plants a kiss on the nape of his neck and only then he stops trembling.

"I am sorry," he mutters, finally collecting himself. "Just... too much..."

"I see, you received too much damage, huh? Come on, you need rest."

Astarion needs help to stand up and then he just leans on Tiriel, unable to move by himself.

"Just... I don't know... it was like a flood. The ogre hit me three or four times and I felt like I was going back to the dungeons, back to... whatever I was before..."

Tiriel tugs him closer.

It takes them the whole night to return back to Backford Crossing – a small town close to Luskan that became their home twenty years ago, after they'd left Daggerlake. It was nice to come back to the Sword Coast and besides Tiriel got her own adventuring guild. These are wild territories that are close to the Icewind Dale, and winters here are merciless.

Tiriel suspects many of her subordinates know too well Astarion is a vampire, but they are people who have a lot of secrets, too. Don't want to be interrogated about your questionable past in the Underdark? Don't try to learn if Astarion is a vampire or not. Besides, thanks to his age and satiation he perfectly imitates a mortal elf. Even his fangs aren't that visible.

By the time Tiriel closes the doors of their house, Astarion leans against the wall and she sees tears flowing down his cheeks.

"How bad was it?" She asks, helping him to undress.

"It broke my bones. As they mended in a moment, they were broken again. Cazador's favorite torture, " he manages to say.

It's the first time in decades since Astarion mentioned his master's name.

Astarion sits on the bed. He needs to meditate to recover but Tiriel knows he is afraid.

Trance will bring more horrors. Forcing him to relive his distant past.

Tiriel puts the potion on the bed table.

"I want you to drink it," she says. "I found it in the alchemist’s bag – its owner was eaten, I am afraid."

"No!" Astarion scutters aside, and Tiriel is afraid he will break the bottle. "I am not going to drink it!"

"Sleep will make you feel better! Trust me, non-elves renew themselves in sleep, it helps to forget horrors of the past day!"

"I am not a non-elf! My mind brings me horrors anyway and I know a lot about those uncontrolled, crazy dreams you have! No. Don't make me!"

Tiriel sighs, helping him to put off his trousers. Astarion is absolutely helpless and Tiriel has a funny flashback of undressing their daughter when she was little.

They look alike, Astarion and Alethaine. And Tiriel takes care of them both even when they are in their killing mood.

"Please, Astarion, don't be such a baby. It will make you feel better. You will just sleep."

"And what if I see nightmares?"

"You will wake up. And you will know they weren't real."

Astarion hesitates but then gets under the blanket and takes the bottle.

"Tiriel."

"Hm?"

"I will do it, but so you know, darling, I do it only because you ask! And I have a condition."

"What is it?"

"You stay here. All the time. Just don't go. I- I need you to be there when I am, in these...whatever."

"I am too tired to go anywhere. I will be here for you, don't worry," Tiriel kisses him and feels his hand on her back.

"You know, everyone who would see us would think we are supposed to grow tired of each other, not be these lovestruck fools we are.'' Tiriel giggles.

"You haven't gotten any colder, my darling, still as warm as you were when I drank your blood for the first time," he pulls away and opens the lid of the bottle.

"Hm, that first time when you drank my blood and then almost came in your pants?"

"Exactly that," he smiles while drinking the full bottle. His sight immediately gets sleepy. "And it wasn't nice of you to withhold the fact you saw me in the woods with no trousers on.''

Tiriel pushes Astarion down on the pillow, making him comfortable in the soft bed. He still needs a source of warmth and she plans to burn the fireplace and also sleep beside him for the whole day.

"My head is heavy," he complains.

"You are falling asleep, it happens to me every day. Sleep well."

"What do non-elves do when others... fall asleep...?" He closes his eyes allowing the potion to take control of his body.

"Leave them alone. Or sing them a lullaby."

"Can you...?" His tongue turns twisted.

Tiriel caresses his cheek and starts humming. She often sang this lullaby to Alethaine and there were a few months when the dhampir absolutely refused to go to sleep without hearing it. Though Alethaine is technically an elf, she still can’t meditate and sleeps like any non-elf, including her mother.

It's a song of a mother dragon who waits till her children hatch. She is ready to wait patiently for decades till it happens and before that, the little dragons can sleep comfortably in their eggs.

A pretty sad song if one thinks about it – because the dragon shall never see her children hatch, for she will be slayed by a warrior. Alethaine finally realized this after about four months, when she was five, burst into tears, and cried so loud Astarion heard it from the surface part of the town and they both spent the next few hours trying to cheer their daughter up. In the end, they all agreed Alethaine would grow up to slay dragon slayers and save little dragons – and with that, she finally agreed to go to bed.

Who knew Alethaine would have such a sensitive heart?

Tiriel caresses Astarion's cheek and sees he's asleep. She carefully undresses so as not to wake him up and gets under two thick blankets to preserve the heat.

Then, she hugs Astarion from behind pressing his back to her breasts and feels like falling asleep, too.

As she loses control of her thoughts Tiriel remembers the bite moment in every little detail. The fear that woke him up, a scared and embarrassed Astarion who appeared to be a vampire, begging her to let him draw her blood. She pitied him – all thanks to the tadpole that showed her all the misery Astarion's life was.

Another wave of fear as she realized Astarion wasn’t stopping. Tiriel violently kicked him, forcing him to let her go. His attempt to show his honest gratitude. How he then went to the woods, she thought, to hunt for more.

Tiriel felt the call of nature sometime later and left the camp only to catch a glimpse of Astarion leaning against a tree without his trousers and doing very clear movements with his hand.

For some reason, it didn't disgust her – more like intrigued. The very idea that the vampire fed on her and got that aroused somehow made her feel much better about herself.

The sentient blood made Astarion's body function properly. It made him desire things. It made him want her. At first, as a means to an end. Later, as someone much more than just a partner and a donor.

Tiriel plants a kiss on his shoulder. It was sixty years ago. Six decades.

Her thoughts wander further, to the night on the clearance. Astarion was so beautiful in the moonlight she jumped on him wanting him to become her first one. He never disappointed her, but Astarion still resents their first night – she can’t get into his head, but she knows his intentions and thoughts were far from pleasant that night.

It wasn't him. Not the real him. The real Astarion – the one buried deep under the trauma, violence, degeneration, torture, and rapes – woke up in the morning full of feelings he didn't know he could still have.

And Tiriel has loved this real person ever since.

Tiriel drifts away in her sleep still holding her husband in her arms.

Waking up is difficult – she's a heavy sleeper – and she realizes it's almost evening. She still feels too lazy and too comfortable to move.

Astarion is still in her arms.

She elbows up and sees that Astarion’s eyes are open. He is half-awake, in this dizzy state of mind when you can't make yourself get up, and time passes fast.

"Hello, darling," Tiriel kisses his lips as he answers her.

"Hmm," he mutters something and stretches his hands only to close his eyes.

She giggles. He is so much like Alethaine right now – their daughter is a heavy sleeper and Tiriel sometimes needs a lot of effort to make her get up.

But there was nothing sweeter than kissing a sleepy dhampir whose mind woke up but her will to fight didn't. So Tiriel would just smooch and hug Alethaine as much as possible before the dhampir finally got enough of that.

Tiriel starts kissing Astarion forcing him to murmur something. Then she hugs him, caressing his back and shoulders. She knows he is conscious but he has no strength and will to resist her.

And he is so beautiful.

Astarion's hair is messy. His body is relaxed, his mouth is half open and his face is a bit puffy.

"Such a sweet beautiful elf you are," she intertwines her fingers in his hair. "I am so lucky to have you."

He mutters something again and Tiriel kisses his neck. Then she traces it right to his jawline and puts two fingers on his lips.

Astarion’s eyelids get heavy again and he slips away back to dreams.

Well, it's his first time.

And when it's his first time he takes it fully.

Blood drinking? Tiriel almost died from blood loss. Sex with a loved person? She couldn't close her legs after that, and she had to take a bath to wash out the graveyard dirt. Freedom? Astarion stopped walking only when Tiriel was unable to go further without a rest. Marriage and relationship? Tiriel is the happiest woman in the world – when they lived in Daggerlake and raised their daughter other women would come to Tiriel half-joking about wanting to know where exactly she found Astarion. Fatherhood? Astarion spent every minute with Alethaine, making sure the dhampir was loved and protected.

When it's sunset, Tiriel comes to Astarion again and starts playing with his hair, waking him up.

"Hello darling," he mutters.

"Hello, my heart," she answers.

He sits up unable to focus his sight.

"Do you want food or a bath?" She asks.

"And what do you usually want after... such… a prolonged rest?"

Tiriel laughs.

"Usually I want to pee after being asleep for so long."

"My digestive system died with my heart and lungs."

"Well, then bath. I don’t know how it works for you, but no one can eat right after waking up"

"Aletaine can.'' He notices.

"Alethaine is a little half-undead monster I carried in my womb. For someone who is five feet tall and weighs eighty-eight pounds, she devours an ungodly amount of food. No wonder I felt so bad when I was pregnant."

"What did you expect?"Astarion stretches his arms and yawns. “You got pregnant by a vampire.”

"I didn't expect anything! You are the smart one, you were supposed to know!" Tiriel takes his hand and pulls him to the bathroom, turning on the pipe with hot water. "And now, I catch myself thinking, what if something bad happens to my daughter? And then, if something bad happened to her I wouldn't know that! Because who knows where she is right now! It makes me anxious and every time she comes back to us I want to lock her down and never let her go!"

Astarion submerges his legs into the water and smiles, baring his fangs. "Our daughter is a dhampir and a necromancer. Every dhampir we've met so far told us she is a very dangerous person to be enemies with."

Tiriel laughs adding some cold water to be able to withstand the heat. Then she gets inside too and takes the sponge to wash herself and Astarion.

"How was it?" she finally asks. "Your first sleep."

"It was nice, but I don't want to do this again. It was like being beaten with a heavy pillow and I couldn't get myself out of this slumber. It was nice and I feel much better but this is... still unnatural to me. Elves sleep only when drugged or severely beaten. Or when they are traumatized so much they can't trance anymore. And considering I still can, I don't want to know what elves are supposed to go through.”

"You are just a very strong person, Astarion, don't sell yourself too short.”

They spend hours in the bath, talking and washing and only then Tiriel finally makes herself get out – someone needs to deliver news that the poor alchemist was killed by ogres.

"I will prepare you dinner," Astarion assures her – another skill he learned over the years, even though he can never say if what he makes is edible or not.

Tiriel tries to do everything quickly. Deliver the news, assign the task to beat the shit out of the ogre tribe to the newest members of the guild, and then come back home to whatever Astarion is making for her.

When she approaches her home, she catches the delicious smell and her body immediately responds by making her move faster.

She is fucking starving.

But once she opens the door she hears a loud laughter.

"Alethaine!" Tiriel gasps entering the kitchen.

The silver-curled dhampir smiles wide, baring her fangs.

"I am moving to Fireshear," she explains. "Decided to pay a visit on my way there. And to pick up my old books."

Tiriel hugs her daughter and can't resist rubbing her ear. Alethaine is so delicate and thin but there is a dark strength in her, the power of dhampirism and necromancy. The young woman leans in, allowing Tiriel to show her motherly love.

Astarion puts the plates in front of his wife and daughter. It seems like Alethaine has been at home for some time – she wears a black dress Astarion always insists on keeping ironed and clean in case his princess comes to stay.

"I told your mother not to worry about you," he smiles. "You know that you should stab first."

"Are you staying for long, kitten?"

"I was thinking about a month or two, and then I sail north."

"Maybe three?' Astarion suggests. "I don't think it really matters when you get to this hellishly cold place."

Tiriel smiles. Alethaine was born in Uktar, the last month of winter — and should she stay for three months, they can celebrate her fortieth birthday.

Alethaine makes a weird sound that substitutes "sigh" for her – the dhampir doesn't breathe, almost like a vampire.

"Rather generous offer, how can I say no," Alethaine chuckles.

"Wake up, kitten," Tiriel enters her daughter's room the next day. "You've slept for fifteen hours!"

Alethaine makes a disgruntled noise from a heap of blankets she’s buried herself in.

The room is uncomfortably hot due to the fireplace and Tiriel can't understand how it's possible to sleep in such a warm place.

Especially considering Alethaine doesn’t have a vampire to hug.

"Alethaine, time to get up," she pulls the blankets away. The dhampir immediately curls in the fetal position trying to keep warm.

Tiriel caresses her cheek and kisses her. Alethaine is seepy like a cat – absolutely unable to do anything against Tiriel.

Tiriel makes her sit up and then hugs her. The young dhampir tries to get back to bed but her mother is adamant - too much sleep is as bad as too little of it.

Finally, Alethaine puts her feet on the floor. Tiriel giggles seeing her bed hair – the always composed dhampir looks like a drunk dryad.

“I am waking up, mum,” she mutters.

"So, how difficult was it?" Astarion asks, sitting on the front porch. The ledge protects him from the sunlight and allows the vampire to enjoy the day as much as possible.

"You know, that's kinda funny. She is almost forty – don't tell me she is a child by elven standards, you were a magistrate at her age – but I can't stop thinking that she hasn't changed much since she was four!"

"She didn't," Astarion smiles. "She is our baby princess and always will be. No matter how many armies of the dead she can resurrect."

Tiriel leans on astarion and receives a kiss.

She is happy.

No matter what the future holds for Tiriel the Barbarian, she will always be happy.

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My Little Doll

Pairing / Stepdad!Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings / non-con, dub-con, nsfw, stepdad!Bucky, virgin!reader.

Bucky knew it was wrong but he couldn’t bring himself to care, not when he let his thoughts wonder to how fucking good his thick cock would feel inside your tight little pussy, about the sounds that would leave you as he slammed into you without giving you a break.

God he knew it was wrong but he didn’t care, it was a need, bordering on an obsession. He was desperate for it, for your virgin pussy, it was all he could think about. Whenever his cock was deep in your mom his thoughts were on you, on the way you’d look with his dick buried inside you.

Every time he saw you walking around the house, the summer heat making you wear shorts and a top that did nothing to help Bucky’s obsession, he nearly slammed you into the wall and forced his cock inside you, not caring about anything but seeking out your tight pussy. Somehow he managed to restrain himself though but it was getting harder and harder.

He knew you didn’t suspect a thing, knew that you thought his lingering touches were nothing more than friendly ones. You’d known him long enough that you were comfortable around him, he’d been your stepdad for a while now and he knew you trusted him. Bucky would get you to trust him even more, trust him enough to let him wreck you and keep it to yourself.

God, he wanted you so bad, needed to wreck your little pussy, needed to split you open until you were sobbing.

He tried so hard to keep his hands to himself, he really did, but you were so god damn tempting. It didn’t help that you were an affectionate person anyway with people you liked, so you didn’t help his little obsession when you planted yourself against his side on the sofa and cuddled into him, it was all he could do to keep his hand on your arm and stop in from trailing further down your body, though he never stopped himself pulling you closer, letting your scent fill his nose.

It was a dark fantasy that had plagued him for so long now, he was desperate for you, practically aching to feel you beneath him and he had long since stopped pushing the thoughts away. Now they played on an almost constant loop in his head, Bucky completely lost in his head with thoughts of you.

“I shouldn’t be too long but you know how things get.” Bucky shook his head slightly to bring himself back to reality, your mom pottering around as she made sure she had everything she needed. “I told Y/N I’d give her a ride to that party she was talking about, do you mind doing it?”

Bucky hadn’t been listening properly but your mom had a work emergency was what he managed to pick up, leaving you and Bucky alone in the house together. Just the thought of it made his cock twitch but he cleared his throat and smiled brightly.

“Yeah, no problem.” He assured and watched as she nodded before pulling her bag onto her shoulder and reaching up to kiss his cheek, murmuring a see you later.

Once the door closed Bucky let his smile fall from his face as he let his hand wander down to his clothed cock, palming himself with a soft moan before forcing himself to stop. It was so tempting though, he knew you were upstairs, it would be so easy to walk into your room and throw you onto the bed.

Another quiet moan left him as his cock twitched again but he heard footsteps above him and shook his head. It was tempting but he would have to keep his hands to himself.

He managed to calm himself down, sitting on the sofa and pointedly not thinking about you all alone upstairs, nobody else home to hear how he made your moan. He kept his hands busy, gripping a book he wasn’t ready to keep them off his dick. He’d have plenty of time to take care of himself, you’d be gone and he could lay himself down on your bed, the scent of you invading him whilst he let his thoughts run wild.

He was doing so well right up until you came down the stairs. You hadn’t seen him yet, sat on the sofa with the perfect view of you. You were too busy bending down to put your shoes on.

God, Bucky had done so well keeping his hands to himself but he couldn’t stop himself from taking every bit of you in. Your underwear was nothing but a tiny sliver of material, practically covering nothing and Bucky barely held a moan in.

Fuck, he had to have you.

He didn’t even remember moving, one second he was sitting on the sofa, the next he was pressing you face first against the wall with his fingers digging painfully into your hips as he pulled you against his already half hard cock.

“Bucky?!” You exclaimed after letting out a startled yelp. “What the-get off me.”

But he couldn’t, he couldn’t rip himself off you if he tried, not now that he had you against him, not now that his cock was pressing against you. Fuck you had to know what you were doing to him, coming down stairs in that tight little dressing, flashing your little pussy at him.

God Bucky had been good, so damn good, but he was a weak man and you were so painfully tempting.

“Fuck baby,” he murmured, burying his face in your neck and placing wet, open mouthed kisses against your skin, feeling your shudder and trying to pull away. “Fuck, look at you doll, so fucking pretty for me.”

He let one of his hands move, trailing from your hips to your stomach before trailing downwards and under your dress. He heard your desperate pleas to let go, you thrashing against him, moving against his cock, achieving nothing but making him harder.

When his fingers ran along your covered pussy Bucky couldn’t help but moan desperately, feeling like all the years of pent up tensions, of agonising patience and restraint were being drained from him. His palm cupped your pussy with no gentleness, his thoughts too clouded with longing and desperation to take it easy.

You winced and whined as Bucky cupped your pussy in his palm, pulling you further back against him and feeling his dick against your lower back. You felt tears filling your eyes as you tried to get away but his weight was pressing you into the wall and you couldn’t move.

“Fuck princess,” Bucky moaned, sucking a bruise into your neck causing the tears to slip down your cheeks. “Waited so long to touch you, fucking perfect for me, Y/N/N.”

“Please Bucky,” You sobbed, still moving against him pointlessly, “Please don’t do this.”

Bucky moved from your neck and buried his face in your hair, breathing you in as his hand pushed away the thin material of your underwear, him practically shuddering against you as he finally, finally touched your pussy.

You really were perfect for him, his fingers easily making small circles against your clit causing you to sob and plead with him but Bucky was so far gone, finally he was touching you, so obsessed with the thought for so long that he was practically drunk on you now that he was touching.

He pulled away only to turn you around so you were facing him and you took that chance to try and get away from him but Bucky was always going to win that fight, much stronger than you. You scrunched your eyes shut as his hand cupped your jaw, his thumb brushing away tears only to be replaced with more.

Touching you wasn’t enough, he had to taste you, had to bury himself deep inside your virgin pussy. It was like every fibre of his body was screaming at him to do it, that it was the only thing that was running through his head.

“Come on baby,” he whispered as he leaned in close to you, pressing a kiss just below your ear before biting at your earlobe none too gently. “Let’s go upstairs.”

That seemed to light a new fight in you as you pushed against him, kicking and punching and sobbing in a desperate attempt to get away from him but Bucky wasn’t having any of it. God, he had waited so long for this and he finally had you, you were finally his.

You were his little doll, his to do whatever he wanted to.

“None of that now.” Bucky grunted as he grabbed your wrists together and practically dragged you up the stairs, you fighting against him but it wasn’t enough.

Within minutes he had you in your room, kicking the door closed before he threw you onto the bed. He made quick work of using his belt to restrain your hands, arms lifted towards the top of the bed.

You continued kicking at him and Bucky paused long enough to find two more belts in your room and it wasn’t long before you were spread out on the bed, legs wide for him and Bucky couldn’t help but groan at the sight.

He had wanted this for so long.

Bucky crawled onto the bed and cupped your face in his hand, turning you to face him and leaned down. Fuck, he thought, you tasted so good and he couldn’t stop him from forcing his tongue into your mouth, so desperate to taste more of you.

You tried to fight back but Bucky’s hand held your jaw open and his tongue slid deep into your mouth. You were still crying and thrashing against the restraints Bucky had tied you to but, much to your absolute horror, you could feel a growing wetness between your legs.

This shouldn’t be turning you on, this was a man you’d known for years, your mom’s husband, he was taking advantage of you, forcing you to the bed against your will and here you were getting wet for him. It was wrong, it was more than wrong and yet when the hand not holding your jaw came up to wrap around your throat you couldn’t stop another wave of scared pleasure running through you.

Bucky seemed to catch the choked moan that came with his hand around your throat because he pulled away with a wicked smirk, tightening his grip so that your eyes widened.

“That’s it doll, Daddy knows what you want, Daddy knows you want this.” Bucky murmured, a dark look in his eyes as he tightened his grip even more, holding it until your vision began to swarm with black dots and only then did he release his grip, leaving you panting for breath and even wetter than you had been before much to your horror. “Attagirl, let Daddy take care of you.”

“Bucky please,” You tried again, desperately trying to ignore the wetness between your legs and the way your pussy kept clenching around nothing. “Don’t do this.”

“But baby I have to.” Bucky told you, his hands moving from your throat to the top of your dress which he ripped open effortlessly causing your pussy to clench again and you had to bite your lip. “See, I know you want it.”

Bucky’s mouth was wrapped around your nipple before you could even register it, the sudden wave of pleasure flooding your body even as more and more tears slid down your cheeks. His hands came up to your breasts, kneading and pinching at the unoccupied one as Bucky roughly sucked and bit at your nipple causing you to hiss in pain.

Bucky felt like he was in heaven, your breast in his mouth tasted and felt even better than all of his fantasies could ever have hoped to. But soon enough that wasn’t enough, he needed more, more, more.

Your eyes widened as Bucky pulled off your nipple and began trailing sloppy kisses down your stomach, pausing to rip the dress until it lay uselessly under you and leaving you exposed in only your underwear.

“Oh god baby.” Bucky moaned, his hand reaching down to palm at his cock as he shifted down the bed until his face was aligned with your pussy. “So fucking pretty for me, look at you.”

Bucky pressed a kiss to your inner thigh causing your breath to hitch and Bucky smirked as he trailed more kisses down your thigh until he got to your underwear. He didn’t bother taking it off, just licked at your clothed pussy and groaning loudly at his first real taste of you.

“Oh yes,” He moaned, feeling more pleasure than he had ever felt before, “Look at how fucking wet my baby is.”

You were sobbing, confused and scared. This was wrong, every bit of you knew it was wrong and it shouldn’t be happening, you didn’t want it to be happening and yet here you were soaking wet from the smallest of touches, pussy clenching every few seconds.

“Come on baby, you know you want it. You love Daddy, don’t you?” Bucky murmured as he went back in for another taste, practically ready to cum in his pants from this alone.

You loved Bucky, of course you did, he had always been there for you, but not like this. You didn’t want this but Bucky’s touch felt good and your body didn’t know whether to fight or lean into the touches, you didn’t know whether to fight or give into them.

Not that you had much choice, not strapped to the bed with Bucky pulling you underwear apart like it was nothing.

Bucky was gone, nothing could stop him now. Your pussy was right in front of him, wet and untouched by anyone and he wanted to, he needed to wreck you. The very thing he had obsessed over with lay out in front of him and he couldn’t stop now, not ever and with that he leaned forward and let his tongue trail from your hole up to your clit where he wrapped his mouth and began to suck like he was a man robbed of water.

You let out a choked sob that could very well have been a moan, your hand twitching to push Bucky away whilst your legs quivered and wanted to close around him and pull him deeper into you. It was making you cry even more, not knowing why you were feeling so conflicted.

Nobody had ever touched you like this before, the feelings were all new to you and it was overwhelming, especially when paired with the fear and panic you were feeling, still murmuring pleas for Bucky to stop even though you weren’t entirely sure you wanted him to.

Bucky greedily sucked and licked at your pussy, not being gentle, not letting you get used to his touch. No, he was taking what he wanted, right now you were his little doll with the most perfect pussy and he’d do whatever he wanted.

His face was wet, you were soaking his face and he was eating it up, loving every moment of it. He didn’t care about your crying or the protests falling from your lips, your pussy was telling him everything he needed to know, telling him how much you wanted this too.

Bucky pulled away from your clit causing you to sob, from relief or a want for more you didn’t know, but it wasn’t for long. Seconds later his tongue slid inside you and your hips bucked up causing him to chuckle against you, the vibrations causing you to cry out.

Bucky’s tongue moved in and out of you at a brutal pace, his thoughts a mess of pleasure as he thought about how he’d have his cock in you soon. He already knew he’d split you open, it was a tight squeeze getting his tongue in you and Bucky Barnes was no small man.

God he couldn’t wait to rip you open.

Tears ran down your face as Bucky’s pace never relented, it was too much. As much as you hated to admit it it was too good, it was too much pleasure and your body twitched as you threw your head back, feeling heat pool in your stomach and you couldn’t stop the moan that escaped you as you came for Bucky.

Bucky moaned against you, feeling your cum soaking his face and tongue and he wasted no time in licking your pussy clean, causing you to cry and whine as his tongue worked your oversensitive pussy. Bucky couldn’t help the dark chuckle that escaped him as he pulled away, knowing full well that your pussy wasn’t done with yet, that was just the start of things.

“Bucky,” You whimpered but Bucky didn’t give you the chance to say anything else as he pressed his lips to yours and pushed his tongue into your mouth, making you taste yourself. You felt and heard the moan he let out and couldn't help but whine.

“Look at you,” Bucky murmured, letting his fingers dance along your breasts again, lightly grazing over your sensitive nipples causing you to moan softly. “My little doll, huh? So perfect for me, waited so long to taste you.”

“Stop, please.” You cried, looking up at him with wet, watery eyes.

“You don’t get it, Y/N.” Bucky told you, leaning down to lick and nip at your breast, moaning as he did. “I can’t stop, I’ve thought about this, thought about you, for so long, baby. You’re perfect and now I have you. You’re mine, mine, I ain’t letting you go.”

“Why are you doing this?” You sobbed, still so painfully conflicted.

“Because I love you, Y/N. I’m gonna make you feel so good.” Bucky grinned at you, the look slightly manic and you felt your stomach and your pussy clench. “Nobody’s touched you like this before have they?’

Bucky’s question was followed by his hand dipping back down and trailing lightly along your pussy causing you to shiver lightly. When you didn’t answer Bucky moved his hand and let it come back down on your clit with a sharp smack that had your body jolting.

“Has anyone touched you like this before, Y/N?” Bucky asked again, his tone colder now and your eyes widened in fear whilst you forced yourself to shake your head.

“N-no, only you.” You stuttered out and watched as Bucky relaxed again, his hand rubbing soothingly up and down your pussy causing you to scrunch your eyes closed at the shift between pain and pleasure.

“Good girl, keeping your pussy just for me, not letting anyone else touch what’s mine. So good for me, my little doll, fucking love you so much.” Bucky murmured, his tone going back to that soft one he’d been using before he nipped at your neck.

“Bucky please, you-” You paused, desperately trying to think of something to say, replaying his words over in your head. “You had a taste, okay? You gotta untie me, mom’ll be home soon.”

Bucky’s face darkened and you regretted your words immediately. Bucky would be damned before he let someone take you from him, he’d tear the head of anyone who tried. You were his now.

“No need to worry about her anymore,” He told you, pressing an open mouthed kiss to your breast before sucking a bruise into the soft skin causing you to hiss and moan despite how hard you tried to suppress it. “Your only job is to be a good girl for me, yeah? Let Daddy take care of you, let Daddy make you feel good.”

“Bucky,” You whimpered but Bucky cut you off with another slap to your pussy, followed by another and another until you were begging him to stop. “I’m sorry! Please, I’m sorry!”

Bucky finally stopped his assault on your pussy, pulling back to look at the angry redness and your swollen clit, licking his lips as he thought about his cock stretching you open.

“I know you are, baby.” Bucky smiled at you and brushed some hair out of your face. “You’re such a good girl, aren’t you?”

Bucky raised an eyebrow and you and you took a shaky breath, knowing he expected an answer and hoping that you could keep him calm if you did what he wanted.

“Yes, yes Bucky.” You forced out and Bucky’s smile widened into a bright grin as he stroked your cheek.

“Daddy’s so proud of you doll, so perfect. Daddy’s gonna make you feel so good.” He told you and let two of his fingers push into your pussy, watching as you winced.

He loved that it was a tight fit for two of his fingers even with his spit in your pussy and the wetness from you. He couldn’t help but smirk down at you, watching as your mouth hung open slightly as you panted. Bucky’s fingers, even with the tightness, rocketed in and out of you causing you to pant and whine and thrash against him.

God, he loved it.

He didn’t continue for long though, already holding off for too long. His cock was painfully hard, a leaking mess against his underwear and so, so desperate to be buried inside his little girl. So he pulled his fingers out of you, taking a moment to suck off the wetness from your pussy before he pulled his shirt off over his head and pulled his jeans and underwear off.

Your eyes widened and you shook your head, the tears which had slowed down coming back full force as you realised what was going to happen. Your eyes went to Bucky’s cock and you sobbed, there was no way that was going to fit inside you. It was long and thick and red from where Bucky was forcing himself to wait until he was buried inside you.

Bucky moved so he was up at the top of the bed with you, his dick level with your face but you turned away and shook your head. Bucky wasn’t having any of it though and fisted your hair in his hand, turning you back to face him and prying your mouth open with the other hand.

Once your mouth was open he wasted no time in sliding his cock into you, pleasure filling him at the way your mouth stretched and you gagged immediately. Bucky didn’t give you time to adjust and used the hand in your hair to move you up and down his cock, watching as drool escaped your mouth, sliding down your chin as well as soaking his dick.

“Fuck doll, that’s it, so fucking good for me.” Bucky moaned, completely lost to his pleasure, your mouth tight and hot and perfect.

You couldn’t help but moan around his dick, causing him to chuckle darkly. You were so confused, you knew it was wrong but having Bucky’s cock in your mouth had your own pussy flooding, you could feel the wetness running down you. You shouldn’t be enjoying this and yet here you were, wetter than you had ever been, dick in your mouth and taking pleasure from it.

When Bucky pulled you further down his cock you gagged and tried to relax your throat, feeling it slid down and tears ran down your cheeks for a different reason now. God, what were you doing? You couldn’t be enjoying this.

You let out another moan as Bucky forced his cock further into you, your pussy clenching desperately around nothing as you moaned again. You hated that you were not only letting this happen but also taking pleasure from it. You hated that you forced your mouth to open even wider around Bucky’s thick cock.

“Fuck, yeah, that’s it baby girl, just like that.” Bucky praised in between moans and you felt a bolt of pleasure run straight to your pussy at the praise. “Such a good little doll for me, aren’t you?”

Bucky wasn’t expecting an answer but he couldn’t help but laugh softly as you moaned incoherently around his cock anyway, the grip he had on your hair lessening and you didn’t try to pull off, instead you bobbed your own head up and down his length.

Bucky knew he had to pull out of your mouth or he’d end up cumming down your throat and as hot as that mental image was, he was so desperate for your pussy that he managed to force his cock out of your mouth, smiling down at the pretty picture you made.

You were a complete mess, lips red and swollen, drool all over yourself, mixing with the tears. You panted for breath before your lips pulled into a pout on their own.

“S’alright baby, Daddy’s got you.” Bucky murmured as he shuffled down the bed and you bit your lip as you watched him settle between your legs. “Such a good girl getting Daddy’s cock wet, huh? Look at your pretty pussy dripping for me.”

“Please daddy,” You whimpered before swallowing around the sudden lump in your throat because that wasn’t meant to come out of your mouth but then Bucky was smiling so warmly at you that you felt another wave of pleasure run through you. “Daddy, please.”

Bucky was grinning, he couldn't help it, this was more than he could have hoped for. You so cock hungry, so blissed out on his cock that you were giving in to what you wanted. Fuck, he needed to be in you now.

“I know baby girl, Daddy’s got you.” Bucky murmured as he lined his cock up against your hole.

Bucky was way too big, your virgin pussy had never been played with and Bucky knew he would destroy you, he was counting on it. Even with his tip lined up against your pussy he could tell he was much too big, when he pressed in the smallest bit he was pressed against your whole pussy, your hole too small but he’d be buried in you.

“You want Daddy’s cock, doll?” He asked softly and you nodded, looking at him with wide eyes. You knew it was wrong but it felt good, it felt so, so good and it was Bucky. You loved the man even if it wasn’t like this, even if this was wrong, it felt good.

“Please, please Daddy.” You begged and Bucky nodded, leaning down once more to kiss you and smiling into it as you kissed back, a little messily and proving how inexperienced you were but Bucky loved it.

When he pulled away his eyes were immediately on your pussy, he had to watch as he pushed in. He held the tip of his cock and pushed himself in, grinning when his cock just brushed against your pussy because your hole wouldn’t take him.

He shoved three fingers into you causing you to buck into his touch and hiss in pain but he ignored it and used his other hand to guide his dick to your open hole, the tip lining up and he pushed himself in, moving his fingers and forcing his head in.

You let out a sob of pain, thrashing against the sudden, painful intrusion. A stinging pain spread through your pussy as Bucky didn’t give you a second to get used to the feeling of being open before he slammed into you, forcing his cock deep inside you.

You sobbed loudly, pleading with him to stop. It was too much, too painful, red hot stinging ached your whole body. Bucky was too big, too thick. It felt like your whole lower half was being ripped open.

Bucky moaned deeply as he settled inside of you, pausing for only a few seconds to savour the tight, heat that surrounded his cock, he could feel your walls tensing and pulsating as your body tried to push him out but he was buried so deep in you, he wasn’t going anywhere.

Without any more hesitation Bucky gave into every feeling he’d hidden away for so long and began thrusting in and out of you, pulling back far enough that his tip was just nearly about to slip out of you before he slammed into you repeatedly.

Your cries and sobs continued, it was so painful, pain ran through your whole body. Bucky’s cock was huge, it felt like he was ripping you open with each thrust and yet at some point you began to feel little bursts of pleasure. You desperately tried to focus on them but the feeling of being torn apart was too much.

That was until Bucky finally took pity on you and his fingers rubbed circles on your clit. The second his fingers touched you your hips thrusted, burying him deeper into your pussy causing you both to groan. As Bucky’s fingers played with your clit the feelings of pleasure were more and more until you were moaning loudly, head thrown back as there was an even mix of pain and pleasure running through you.

Bucky kept up a steady stream of praise and you lost yourself on his dick. Bucky watched as he fucked you silly until you were moaning and babbling words he couldn’t make out but your fingers were buried in the belt, your hips moving to meet his thrusts.

Watching his cock spread you open, watching as he ripped you open sent a whole different kind of pleasure through him. He knew it had to hurt and here you were absolutely gone, the only thing on your mind was Bucky’s cock. It was intoxicating to watch and Bucky knew he couldn’t live without this anymore.

“D-da-Daddy, oh God, Daddy,-plea-God,oh my God, Daddy please, too much!” You babbled and Bucky knew you were close so he picked up his speed, his fingers against your clit circling faster as his hips thrusted in and out of you with an almost painful pace. “No, too, too much, Daddy please.”

“Daddy’s got you, baby. You’re good, so perfect for me.” Bucky continued to murmur, leaning down and sucking another bruise into your neck before nipping at your ear as he spoke. “So good, so perfect, my perfect little doll, letting me rip you wide open, taking my cock so well. Fuck baby, you’re perfect.”

“Daddy please!” You sobbed, head thrown back and eyes clenched shut. Bucky placed another light kiss to your neck causing you to shiver.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum Y/N.” Bucky told you, feeling himself tightening and he could feel you clenching around him. “Cum for me, baby, come on me, cum all over Daddy’s cock.”

Bucky felt you cum first, doing as he ordered and soaking his cock with your cum. Your head seemed to fall further back into the mattress as your back arched and you clenched tightly around him. It only took two more hard thrusts before Bucky buried himself in your neck and shot his load inside you, pushing himself as deep inside you as he could and cumming harder than he ever had before.

It took a few minutes for you both to catch your breath and Bucky was able to pull away from your neck to look at you. He couldn't help but smile, you were absolutely wrecked. You looked back at him through half lidded eyes, pleasure swimming in them, you looked totally blissed out with your mouth hanging open to take deep breaths as you worked through the aftermath of your orgasm.

When Bucky moved to pull out of you you couldn’t help but whine and clench around him, shaking your head causing him to chuckle.

“You don’t want Daddy to pull out?” He asked and you shook your head again. “Want Daddy to keep his cock inside you, make sure all that cum stays in you?”

You whimpered and nodded and Bucky felt his heart swell. Who could have guessed the real thing would beat his fantasies?

Bucky leaned down to kiss you again, this kiss much lazier than the last and you kissed him back, tiredly but eagerly letting him slip his tongue inside your mouth. It was only a few moments later that Bucky pulled away and let his fingers brush against your cheek.

“Daddy’s got to move, baby, sure your hands are aching by now.” Bucky said and watched your frown before you tilted your head back and realised that both your hands and feet were still bound.

You nodded and Bucky slowly pulled out of you, moaning loudly when he watched his dick slip out and your hole stayed stretched, pulsing around the empty space as a stream of cum escaped the wide hole.

He couldn’t help but let his hands trail across you causing you to whine but Bucky shushed you as he leaned down and licked at your pussy, making sure a mix of your cum and his own gathered in his mouth before he moved back up to you and cupped your jaw, his thumb brushing against your bottom lip and this time he didn’t need to force them open as you let your mouth open for him.

Bucky leaned down and spat the mix of cum into your mouth, letting it trail out of his mouth slowly and feeling his cock twitch as you stuck your tongue out for it. He watched you swallow the cum down and couldn’t stop himself from leaning down to kiss you again before finally forcing himself to pull away and undo the belts from around you.

Your hands fell down to your side and Bucky moved to sit back down next to you, waiting to see what your next move would be now that you were free. You shocked him by letting your fingers move along your stomach before brushing down against your used, sore pussy, shivering at the touch. You coated your fingers with the cum, looking down at your fingers before you brought them up to your mouth and wrapped your lips around them.

“Shit baby.” Bucky moaned and you smiled once you pulled your fingers out with an obscene pop. “So fucking perfect for me, huh?”

Bucky didn’t know how he got so lucky, how this was better than all those fantasies he had created. He couldn’t help but beam at you hours later when your mom was home and asked why you were walking funny, if you were ok and you just smiled at her and told her everything was fine. He didn’t know how he got so lucky when the next night after the woman in his bed fell asleep he snuck into her daughter's bed and buried himself deep inside of her, filling her with his cum. He didn’t know how he’d gotten so lucky that you were so damn eager to please him, his own little doll ready for him to use however he wanted.

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alienpossession · 1 year

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Blake stopped by a convenient store to grab some additional drinks requested by his frat bros when he texted them that he got the drinks and on his way back to the frat house. It was 5 hours ago and the last time he ever informed anyone.

Everything went normally at first. Blake cruised through town enjoying the breezy evening air as he rolled down the window of his car while listening to some trap music. But then, something caught his attention. Some strong smell that somehow intrigued him. He abruptly stopped his car and then start to walked out from it as he plunged deeper into the woods, his thick sweater and the rest of his clothes taken off without any regards whatsoever in the process, revealing his hot, lithe body.

The phone in his pocket rang, but he paid no attention, his mind clouded and weakened by this incredibly alluring scent. He violently broke branches and leaves as he burrowed through the wilds, his skin were scratched and scarred as he continued to push through the bushes, feeling his body become more and more excited.

From behind the bushes, his target finally appeared - a sinuous large plant that seemed to be not from this planet. The pheromones released by the plant drizzled in the air like fine rain. He could not wait any longer - his shorts, underwear and shoes flew to the ground. He reached his hand straight towards the flower and took a deep breath of this aroma and his brain turned off completely, he fell to the ground in a full orgasm. His body shuddered and he fell silent, plunging into an incredibly vivid dream.

The plant seemed to be waiting for this, its branches quickly sensing a new victim as its clung to Blake's body from all sides, hiding him from prying eyes. One of the small pods at the base of the plant twitched and changed color. It began to grow.

This went on for several hours, the only thing that broke the silence was the ringing tone of the phone, to which no one reacted. Sometimes the body entwined with branches moaned in a dream, trying to resist, but the branches only tightened more and penetrated deeper into his insides, sucking out his memory and life energy.

The pod had grown to the size of the body next to it as the next stage began. Its top split open, the cracks widening and spreading throughout the pod. A white liquid gushed out from inside and the pod itself opened completely.

Blake, or a perfect copy of it, came out from it. He opened his eyes, raised his right hand and focused on the plant. He examined the plant several times, and then touched his body with his palm. A smile broke out on his face as he ran his entire hand across his abs, feeling the fluid-covered skin tighten.

The surge of strength was endless and all-encompassing. He lifted his torso up and sat down, feeling the tension in his abdominal muscles. Then he tried to flex the muscles in his arms, the veins bulging under his skin as he curled his palm into a fist. The feeling was amazing.

He got up and stood up. Uncertain at first, Blake's muscle memory filled him quickly. A minute later, he was standing on the ground as confidently as any other person. He touched the plant that gave birth to him and smiled, the plant responded to him in return and wrapped one of the branches around his arm.

The phone rang again, and with a quick glance he found Blake's shorts, went over and pulled the unfamiliar thing out of pocket. He looked at it in bewilderment for only a few seconds, and then pressed the right button and leaned it against his ear.

- Blake, is that you?

He cast a quick glance at the motionless body covered with twigs and leaves next to him and did not answer.

- Blake?

- Yes it's me. I'm Blake.

He smiled.

- Where are you disappearing to? The party should already start, but we're waiting for you.

- I'm lost. In the forest. I will be there soon.

- Hurry up.

The voice on the phone is gone.

Blake stared at the body lying on the ground, and a sinister smile bloomed on his face.

- I'll hurry, Blake.

He did not want to leave his plant, but his mission was more important. Before leaving, he tore off a few seeds and small pods and put them in his pocket.

This is going to be a wild party.

So this is a story from a follower that I tweaked a little here and there. I guess I'll make this a series called "planting the seeds". Wait for more updates about this!

#alien shapeshift #replica #planting the seeds

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her-power · 4 months

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

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

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

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

Word Count: 17.7k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s the matter?”

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

“Can I get you anything?”

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

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

The words are caught in your throat.

Tell. Him.

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

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

Tell him!

A sigh escapes you. “I’m pregnant.”

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

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

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

You nod.

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

“There’s a baby in there?”

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

He meets your eyes and smiles. “He?”

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

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

“Yeah?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fine, take him.”

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

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

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

“Sweetheart?” Eddie says gently.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Halfway.

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

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

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

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

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

“Babe? You good…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~*~*~*~*~*~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re thinking it.”

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

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

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

“Take off your pants.” He demands you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I love you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah.” He laughs.

Eddie smiles, ruffling his hair.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Isn’t that the second jar?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Babe just rip it.” He laughs.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh?” You smirk.

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

“What do you mean?” You laugh.

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

“Again, what are you talking about?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Home, baby.”

~*~*~*~*~*~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Of course.” He says softly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay, let me go shit out this kid.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey baaaaaby.” You say with a grin.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What was happening?

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

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

I can’t do this. I can’t do this.

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

“No, no, no. I can’t, I can’t…”

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

What the fuck is happening to me

What is happening to me

I can feel this

It hurts

Please get him out

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

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

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

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

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

Why is everything foggy?

Why is it getting dark?

The blood pressure machine attached to you beeps loudly.

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

It was suddenly cold where he was on your chest.

Where are they taking him?!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My wife.

Soon to be.

Too late now.

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

My son.

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

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

“Come on, walk with me.”

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

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

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

She was gonna be fine.

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

Something felt off.

Why were you outside?

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

You were staring into the eyes of your mother.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your son. Your newborn son.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mom…” You cry.

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

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

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

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

“What happened?” Your lip trembles.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How about…Hunter? Hunter James Munson.”

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

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

You stop talking when you notice the date.

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

That’s okay.

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

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

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

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

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

“Breathe, baby. You’re okay.”

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

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

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

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

“It’s a man’s world, Eddie.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, and she is so angry, Robin.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was the beginning of everything.

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

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