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We Still Fit (Chapter 6)

Summary: When your daughters turn one the group gifts you a night away with Steve and Robin, allowing the three of you to reconnect as partners with no interruptions.

Word Count: 3K

CW/tags: fluff, postpartum body insecurity, smut, oral (m&f receiving), p-in-v sex, big dick Steve

AN: Needed to close this story the way it opened- sex. Poly, bi, sex.

Previous chapters here!

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Ever since your daughters were born a year ago, they’ve never really been away from you, Steve, and Robin all at once. There was a schedule in place to ensure at least one of you was there with them at all times. And considering everything you’ve all been through, none of your friends judged you all for being so overprotective of your children.

But shortly before their first birthday you’d started letting other people watch them occasionally. Never for long, and there always had to be at least 3 people there to watch over the twins.

And then you throw them their first birthday party. Steve and Robin go all out with the planning, decorations, taking their role as proud parents very seriously. Everyone is there to celebrate your baby girls, and you’re reminded once again how big your village is, how many people live and care for your family.

And you’re shown that again when they hand you an envelope. They’d all given gifts to the girls already, so you’re confused by what this could be.

“A little something for the three of you,” Joyce says as you open it.

It’s a card, congratulating you all on your first year of parenthood. But then there’s a sheet of paper folded up, and once you read it you're even more confused.

“What is this?” You ask.

“A night away. A night for the three of you to reconnect as partners, away from the kids,” she explains.

“I don’t understand,” you reply, still lost at what’s happening.

“It’s a certificate for a night at the lodge. There’s an indoor pool, decent restaurant. And we’ll all work together to watch the kids.”

“Thank you,” is your reply, though you’re a bit hesitant to accept the gift.

The party wraps up soon after, and once everything is clean and the girls are in bed you show Steve and Robin the envelope.

“Be away from the girls?” Steve asks when you explain it.

“Joyce said they’d all help watch them.”

“Do we trust them?” Robin asks. “I mean, yes of course we do. But overnight?”

Both of your partners look to you for your opinion. Sure, they have their own thoughts. But as the person who made the children, who formed them and was even kidnapped while pregnant, they pass the decision on to you. Plus, the fact that you even brought it up to them means you’re seriously thinking about accepting.

“I think it would be nice to just have a night for the three of us,” you reply. “What do you think?”

“I think we have an entire army of little shits who would protect our kids with their lives,” Steve answers.

“And a few responsible adults,” Robin adds.

“So we’re accepting the gift?” You ask.

“We are,” Robin replies.

“Let’s do it!” Steve says enthusiastically. Of course his voice is a little too loud, and you all immediately cringe. Sure enough, there’s a small cry from the room across the hall, and without needing to be told Steve gets up and goes over to settle whichever child he just disturbed.

You call Joyce the next day and let her know you’ll happily accept the gift. It takes some time and planning, but a couple weeks later your house is filled with all of your friends. They’re ready to take on the challenge of watching twin one year olds, though they weren’t ready for the laminated instruction sheet, nor the rundown of rules Steve gives.

After confirming that everyone knows where the list of phone numbers in case of emergency is, you give your girls each a series of kisses and hugs. Steve and Robin do the same, and you have to practically pull them out of the house after their twentieth goodbye.

You hop into the passenger seat of Steve’s car and Robin slides into the back. As Steve starts driving he says, “I thought you’d be the one trying to stay. What has you so anxious to leave the house?”

“Honestly, the girls are in good hands. And I realized how nice it’s going to be to get away for the night. No feeding, no diapers, no crying. Just the three of us, peace and quiet, and a room with a lock.”

“That does sound nice,” Robin says. “Been a while since we could take our time together. I don’t know about you but I’m tired of squeezing a quickie in during nap time.”

Steve ponders this for a moment, clearly the most worried about leaving the kids. But then he says, “No interruptions?”

“None,” you reply. “Unless we order room service.”

They take the hint, mentally planning to order food later to sustain their activities.

As excited as you are to be alone with your partners, the pool is calling out to you. So as soon as you check in and settle into the room, you go into the bathroom to change into a bathing suit.

But you stand there holding two different suits in your hands, unsure of which to put on.

There’s the classic one piece that covers you more, hides your belly that never fully went back to how it was before children.

And then there’s a bikini. It shows off everything, and while you normally wouldn’t hesitate to wear something you know Steve and Robin will drool over, you can’t help but feel self conscious.

“Hey, you okay in there?” Steve asks through the door.

“Fine!” You call back, but he knows you well enough to hear the slight waver that indicates you’re lying.

“Can I come in?” He asks next.

After a deep breath you open the door, letting him into the room.

“What’s wrong?” He asks quietly.

“Not sure what to wear,” you reply.

“Lemme see,” Steve says and you hand him both suits. He looks at both of them and whistles appreciatively, then says, “I can see why you’re having trouble picking. You’re going to look hot in either.”

“But this one,” you say, pointing at the bikini. “It’s revealing. It shows a lot of skin.”

“Baby, why do you think I like it so much?”

“Steve, c’mon. I’m a mom now. My body’s different.”

“Yea, it’s friggin awesome. It made two humans. And still looks damn good. I understand you’re self conscious about the changes but you’re still the sexiest and prettiest person I’ve ever seen. Isn’t that right Rob?”

“So right!” She shouts from the bedroom.

“See? She agrees. If you’re more comfortable in the one piece, wear it, but don’t let insecurity over problems that don’t even exist keep you from wearing what you want.”

He simply presses a kiss to your lips then steps out, leaving you to make your final decision. And really, after their reassurances, it’s a no brainer. Quickly, you switch into the bikini, not thinking once about stretch marks or tummy pudge.

“Damn,” Robin says when she sees you. “Do we have to go swimming?”

“Yes! We do! Keep it in your pants until after,” you answer, but of course still let her pull you in for a steamy kiss.

The pool is great, and the three of you let loose, swimming and jumping in, seeing who can make the biggest splash. You haven’t felt so light and carefree in years, and you can feel the worries and anxieties of everyday life just floating away.

You don’t want to stop swimming, but by midafternoon you definitely need a snack. So the three of you get out, dry off, and get changed before taking a walk in the neighborhood. You find an ice cream shop, and while Steve and Robin have always said they never want to see ice cream again, they’ll happily have some with you if it’s what you want.

Plus they enjoy watching you eat it, licking drips that melt down the side of the cone. Their eyes track the way your tongue swirls around it, and you look up to see the hungry looks on their faces.

You hadn’t meant to tease them. At least not at first. But once you realize the effect you have on them you decide to play a little bit. You continue to lick the cone, but now you’re looking up at them, eyes hooded beneath your eyelashes. It’s a sight they’re familiar with, but normally you’re licking something else.

Unable to hold back any longer, they turn to lead your trio back to the hotel. You’ve finished your treats by then, so the only thing holding you back is the way Robin’s hands fumble with the key to the room. Steve takes over, smoothly opening the door, locking it once you're all inside, and promptly pushing you against it.

“Need you,” is all he says before his lips crash against yours. The kiss is deep, rough, like he can’t get enough of you. His leg slides between yours, allowing you to get friction where you want it the most.

But then you pull away, and Steve gives you his confused puppy look. As an answer you simply slide down until you’re kneeling in front of him. Your hand goes to his waist, undoing his pants and confidently pulling him out.

Without warning, you’re on him. Your warm mouth envelops his hard length, and his head falls back in pleasure as your actions pull a broken moan from him. He recovers enough to look down, and sees you looking up with that same sultry expression as before.

He nearly comes on the spot, focusing on holding himself back. After another moment his hand gently moves you off of him, and he says, “So good, baby. But I don’t want this to end too soon. Get on the bed for us, okay?”

You go to do so, but Robin stops you, pulling you in for a kiss of her own. It’s just as intense as Steve’s, and you’re desperate to feel more of her. Your hand slips under her shirt, pushing it out of your way until she finally just removes it completely, her bra quickly following.

She’s simply irresistible to you, so you lean down to suck a nipple into your mouth, your hand going to play with the other side. You’re not sure how much time passes just giving attention to Robin’s chest, as you continue to do so until she too has to pull you off of her.

“Someone’s eager to please, isn’t she?” Steve quips.

“She sure is,” Robin answers. “Let’s get her ready.”

The next thing you know they’re working together to strip you bare. You’re glad you’d spoken to Steve earlier, since there’s no time to be self conscious now. You’re too busy feeling excited by what’s about to happen.

Steve and Robin, now both bare as well, sandwich you between them. The feeling of their skin on yours is electric, floods your body with endorphins, and you can’t believe you’ve gone so long without private time with your two favorite people.

They each take a side, placing kisses on the sensitive column of your neck, and Steve has to wrap an arm around you to keep you from falling as the sensation causes your knees to buckle.

“Should get her on the bed,” Robin says.

“Tried,” Steve responds. “You blocked her. Remember?”

“Hm. Guess I did. I’d say I’m sorry, but I'm not.”

You chuckle at their banter. It’s something you always love, how their dynamic doesn’t change no matter what’s going on. You also love the way they discuss you, almost like you’re not there. Like they’re the ones in charge of you, which you feel like they are. In those moments, you feel so cared for, like they’ll take care of everything and you don’t even have to think about it.

Especially when Steve makes the decision to move for you, lifting you in his arms and carrying you to the bed. Robin joins you, and you suddenly want nothing more than to get your mouth on her. After some maneuvering she’s on her back, and you’re settled between her legs.

You eat her out, pulling sounds of pleasure from her as well, and it has you feeling on a high. But then you look back and see Steve standing by the bed, lazily stroking his cock, and you give him a look that silently asks why he isn’t already inside you.

“Want to see you,” he says. “Don’t want you facing away. I’ll wait.”

It’s sweet, honestly adorable to you that he wants to be able to look into your eyes and connect. That he’s willing to wait and let you and Robin have your moment, even though he’s clearly about to burst.

Not wanting to delay either of your partners, you turn back to Robin and pick up where you left off. Her hand tangles in your hair, pulling just a bit, just enough to give you the delicious pain she’s learned you enjoy.

You bring your hand and slide two fingers inside, crooking just right, and the whine Robin lets out has you nearly coming yourself. She’s so close, and so needy, and it’s absolutely beautiful. Only a minute later she crashes over the edge, writhing beneath you causing you to have to move with her to drag out every last drop of pleasure.

When she goes boneless you know you’ve done your job. You move away with a satisfied smile, and she pulls you up to kiss you again. She tastes herself on your tongue, and moans again at that.

Steve, who is truly only a man, groans and says, “Is it my turn yet?” Deciding not to have pity on him just yet you continue to make out with Robin, causing Steve to whine behind you.

Finally you give Robin one last kiss and turn around. Steve nearly cries in relief as you lay on your back, beckoning him to you.

“Need to be full,” you say, and even though you’d teased him and made him wait, he doesn’t hesitate to fulfill your desire. You pout when he starts with just fingers, but you know he’d never risk hurting you by skipping prep. Still, you urge him to hurry, wanting him inside filling you up in a way only he can.

Thankfully he’s more desperate than you are so he’s happy to efficiently get you ready. He lines himself up, his eyes boring into yours as he pushes in slowly, bit by bit. You nearly cry when he’s flush against you, it feels so right, so perfect.

“I love you, baby,” he says, his voice filled with emotion.

“I love you too,” you reply as you adjust to him inside you. You’ve been together for years, but he’s still a lot for you to take. He knows this, which is why he never rushes you. Even when he’s nearly about to burst.

With a small nod you let him know you’re ready, and he begins to move. He tries to go slow, he really does, but it’s nearly impossible. Plus you keep urging him to go faster, harder, and who is he to say no to that?

“Come with me honey, that’s it, just like that,” he says as you crash into your orgasm, Steve pumping into you as you clench around him. The two of you stay together as you catch your breath, and then he carefully pulls out.

You turn to Robin, wanting to pull her in for a post sex cuddle, but you find her reading some sort of pamphlet.

“Room service then round two?” She asks, causing you both to laugh.

“That actually sounds like a perfect plan,” you answer.

“I’m on board with that,” Steve adds.

She turns back to the menu but you need her attention for a minute. So you not so gracefully move to straddle her lap. She does make a face when she feels wetness drip from you and onto her leg, and she jokes about the gross boy cooties.

“You’re such a dork,” you say with a happy giggle.

“I am. But you love me anyway.”

“I do,” you reply with sincerity. “I love you so much. Both of you. I can’t imagine any life other than this one we’ve built together.”

Steve moves closer to wrap an arm around each of you, expressing his love as well. The three of you stay in this embrace for a few minutes, taking a quiet uninterrupted moment to just exist together, to bask in the company of the people you love most.

Eventually food is ordered and eaten in bed, followed by round two. And round three.

And round four in the morning before checkout.

You stop for brunch on the way home, and while you enjoyed time for just the three of you, once you’re back on the road you find yourself anxious to get home and see your babies. You can tell Robin and Steve feel the same way, so it’s no surprise they beeline for the twins the moment they walk through the door.

Max is the one to greet you and fill you in on how everything went. Learning that the girls were perfect angels for the group has you thinking that maybe the occasional night away isn’t such a bad idea.

But as you watch Steve and Robin snuggle your daughters you decide you can’t wait a while for the next trip.

After thanking everyone they all make their way home, leaving you with just your family. And while you enjoyed your night away, enjoyed it immensely, you’re happy to be at home, where you belong, with the people who mean the world to you.

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AN: Loved writing this trio! I’m not totally closing the door on this story but I will say this feels like a nice conclusion. For now at least haha

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Talk You Through It

Summary: Louis never been one to keep quiet. Not even in the bedroom. A trait of his that you absolutely love.

Word Count: 1K

CW/tags: dirty talk, kissing, oral (f&m receiving), p-in-v sex, fluff

AN: I’ve had this idea ever since the videos of Louis talking nonstop during Soccer Aid last year. And also I needed a story for him with this as the title 🤭

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Anyone who knows Louis Tomlinson will tell you one thing: that boy likes to talk.

It first became clear to anyone who watched the X-Factor Video Diaries. The fact that the other boys managed to get a word in edge wise was a true miracle.

The same was true for interviews, red carpets, even concerts. If a microphone was in front of that boy, he was talking.

Louis was no different in his personal life. He truly was the life of the party, no matter how big or small it was. He never shied away from a conversation, but rather he often found ways to join them.

This was never a secret to you. He talked so much on your first date that halfway through he said, “I need to shut up now. Your turn,” and spent the second half making sure he wouldn’t dominate the conversation.

But the thing is, you like how much he talks. You’re not a fan of silence and you love that he fills your days with sound. Even when he’s away touring he calls during his time off, telling you story after story as you go about your day.

With how much he talks it shouldn’t have been a surprise to you that he’s the same way in the bedroom. And yet, it had been a surprise.

A very, very welcomed surprise.

You actually hadn’t even noticed it at first. He’d agreed to take things slow, going at your pace. Which means there were a lot of passionate make out sessions at the start of your relationship.

With your mouths occupied, he really wasn’t able to say much. And still, every time you pulled apart for air you’d hear him murmur, “You’re perfect,” or, “Feel so good,” or, "Do that again, the thing with your tongue.”

When you’re ready, you move on to new things. After reassuring him that you want to go further, he happily lets you strip him down to his underwear and settles against his headboard. His legs are stretched in front of him, his boxer briefs tented obscenely. He watches as your hands move to the waistband and you slowly remove his final piece of clothing.

“There you go baby, take me out,” he says as his hard cock slaps against his stomach. “Go on, give it a lick,” he adds, and you’re more than happy to listen.

“Fuck, that’s so good,” he breathes out as you trace your tongue around his sensitive tip. “Just like that baby.”

You continue this until he says, "Go on, take more of me. I know you want to.” With this encouragement you wrap your lips around him, gently and carefully taking him deeper and deeper. For a minute you actually render him silent, only gasps and breathy moans leaving his mouth.

Soon he finds his voice again. “Holy shit. Yes, just like that. Use your hand now love, that’s it,” he says as you bring your hand up to give attention to his balls. A minute later he warns, “Gonna come, babe, keep going, yes, yes, right there-” he cuts himself off with a shout as he comes down your throat. You lick him clean then pull off, leaning up and meeting him with a coy smile.

“That was fucking fantastic,” he praises.

After catching his breath he switches positions with you and slowly removes your clothes. He then places kisses down your body and finally proves his mouth is good for more than just talking.

After that experience it doesn’t take long for you to be ready to go all the way. Louis knows it’s been a while for you so he’s sweet and gentle as he slides into you.

“If you’re uncomfortable let me know,” he says. “We’ll stop if we need to, no worries.”

You reassure him that you’re good, and he takes that as his sign to really get into it. And as he starts to thrust, he starts to talk.

“How’s that baby? Feel good? Yea? I like it too.”

His works make you unconsciously clench around him, leading him to say, “Fuck that’s amazing. Do that again for me. Yea, just like that, such a good girl. Listen so well, make me so fucking happy.”

He keeps going, pounding into you in a way that leaves you breathless. And while you’re rendered speechless, Louis fills the silence.

His hand comes down and finds your clit. He begins to rub circles there, taking in each of your gasping moans.

“Right there huh? That’s the spot?”

His angle shifts just a little, enough to hit somewhere inside that’s deep and sensitive. Immediately you crash into your orgasm, and pull Louis over the edge with you. Even as he comes, he’s talking, murmuring curses and praises as his thrusts grow shallow and sloppy.

Once both of you have come down from your highs he slides out, but he doesn’t go far. Louis puts his arms around you and holds you close. He places soft, soothing kisses to your face and neck. And of course, he starts a conversation.

He asks you how you’re feeling. What you liked or maybe didn’t like. Should he change anything in the future.

And he expects answers. Full, thought out answers so he can improve and make sure the next time is even better.

And the thing is, it works. The next time is even better, and he makes you feel good in ways you never even imagined.

So while Louis’ words per minute may be a bit higher than the average persons, he proves that communication of all kinds, about all things, really is the key to a happy relationship.

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AN: Hope you enjoyed!

I’m posting this from down the shore, and of course the storms ended and the smoke cleared just before it’s time to go home

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You Can Start a Family (Extra: Wembley 2026)

Summary: After the events of the Wembley run, Harry has earned himself praise and punishment. And as his partner in crime, you join Harry in getting punished before the four of you spend some time relaxing.

Word Count: 2.2k

CW/tags: poly, bdsm themes, smut, mutual masturbation, doms Sarah & Mitch, subs reader and Harry, voyeurism, exhibitionism, spanking, restraints, pinv sex, aftercare, fluff

AN: Technically this is a part 2 of Harry’s Punishment, but it includes more than I originally planned so this is about the entire Wembley run and the fun they have when it ends

Also someone shared the old video of Mitch tucked into Harry’s side while Harry sang Sign of the Times at the studio so that’s kind of included in here as well as a sweet moment

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Just two days after Harry’s punishment scene you discover that he had absolutely not learned his lesson. You’re with him for a meeting with his stylist, and the first few outfits he tries on are exactly as they’ve been. But then he steps from behind the curtain and your eyes pop out of your head.

Shorts. Incredibly short shorts. Shorts that are shorter than the ones Sarah wears. Shorts that show off way too much of his long legs and thigh tattoo in a nearby obscene way.

“What are those?” You ask, clearly in disbelief.

“You like em?” He replies with a smirk.

“Hell yes. And so will every girl in London. And you know, the entire world.”

“Perfect,” is all he says, and you know for sure that he’s going to be in for another punishment. The last one had been fun, and while you’d enjoyed the reward that Mitch and Sarah had given you, part of you wants to get a punishment too.

“Got any that are shorter?” You quip as he goes back behind the curtain. He’s only gone for a minute before he comes out again and damn, these are shorter.

You get up and walk towards him, leaning up to whisper, “You know you’re gonna be in big trouble, right?”

“Oh I know,” he replies. “Wanna help?”

“Absolutely.”

The rest of the fitting goes normally, and while you and Harry don’t actually plan anything together, you’re both thinking of ways to be cheeky. How you can get Mitch and Sarah’s attention in the way you want it.

You’re both on your best behavior leading up to the shows at Wembley. But once they begin, all bets are off.

It starts with Harry choking himself on stage. Mitch catches this, and you know he’s definitely already getting ideas.

A couple days later he tells you he’s going to wear the shorts that night. You quickly adjust your outfit plan, choosing something a bit more revealing than usual as well. It’s a hint to Mitch and Sarah that you and Harry are in on this together.

And then you two decide to take it up a notch. There are a couple of rules in the relationship, one of them being that you and Harry aren’t allowed to have sex just the two of you when all four of you are in the same location. Sure, if you guys are in LA and Mitch and Sarah are in England that rule doesn’t apply. But now that you’re all together in London? It’s hands off unless all four of you are participating.

Which is why Harry pulls you into the bedroom one afternoon off. With no show that night the other two had gone to run some errands. They’ll be back soon, a fact that Harry is fully aware of, so you know what his plan is and happily go along with it.

The timing couldn’t be more perfect. Both of you are right on the edge as they walk in, meaning they’ve caught you just in time to watch as you crash into your nearly simultaneous orgasms. You have to admit, maybe it’s the thrill of being caught that sent you over.

“You two are in so much trouble,” Mitch says.

“What are you gonna do?” Harry retorts. “Spank me?”

But Mitch doesn’t answer, instead going scarily silent as he’s known to do. And while it doesn’t get brought up again over the next few days, you know that Mitch and Sarah are planning what to do with the two of you, and you figure you’ll receive your punishment after the London shows are done.

But then the final two concerts happen. Harry breaks a record, and the three of you are just so overwhelmingly proud of him. The sex that the four of you have is sweet, loving, gentle. A way to show Harry how much he means to you all, how much you love him. How much you’re inspired by and in awe of him.

After dinner the next night is a different story. Once again, Mitch and Sarah have cooked the meal: rice, steamed veggies, grilled chicken. Simple, clean, well balanced and clearly meant to fuel everyone for the night’s activities.

After finishing eating and cleaning Sarah says, “So Harry, it seems like you haven’t learned your lesson.”

“No, I guess I haven’t,” he answers, not even pretending to be innocent this time.

“And you’ve gained an accomplice,” she adds, turning to you.

All you do in reply is smile, like you have no regrets for your actions. And you don’t. You’re excited about whatever is about to go down.

Mitch finally speaks in order to lay out the plan and get everyone’s colors. “To start you’ll both receive a spanking. Color?”

Both you and Harry reply “Green.”

“Good. Then you’ll both be restrained, and Sarah and I will have our fun together. If you both behave we will allow you to get off as well. But neither of us will touch you. And you will not touch each other. You haven’t earned that. Color?”

“Green,” Harry replies again.

You think about it, and have to admit it’s a pretty good punishment. Both you and Harry are so tactile, so needy for touch, and denying you that will be a special kind of torture. But you know whatever they deny you during the scene they’ll give you tenfold during aftercare. And you have to admit the idea of getting yourself off while your partners watch is kind of exhilarating.

So after a moment of thought you also reply with a confident, “Green.”

“Here, finish your water,” Sarah says, urging you to have the last couple sips. “Good girl. Let’s go.”

The four of you stand and make your way up to the bedroom. You’re not sure what to do at first, but then Mitch directs, “Since you both like to show off so much, strip for us. Give us a show.” They seat themselves against the headboard, and you and Harry do as you're told, slowly removing every layer until you’re both standing there bare.

They watch and admire, not moving even once you’re both done. Finally Mitch asks, “Should you go together, or one at a time?”

You look at Harry, and he knows right away that you’ll be more comfortable if you’re both getting spanked at the same time, so he replies, "Together."

Mitch simply nods and he and Sarah move to sit on the edge of the long side of the bed, allowing enough room for you both to lay over their laps. “Harry you’re with me,” Mitch says. “Remember, use your colors at any time if either of you needs to stop.”

“Yes, daddy,” you both reply before getting into position. It feels kind of strange, laying bare over Sarah’s lap, looking at Harry who’s doing the same next to you. He gives you a reassuring smile, and then, without warning, Sarah and Mitch’s hands come down simultaneously, making both of you jump more in shock than in pain.

“Alright?” Sarah asks, needing to check since this is your first time.

“I’m good,” you reply, wanting her to keep going. Truthfully you’re curious to find out if you like this or not.

She and Mitch continue for a few minutes, and while it’s not the most pleasant feeling, it’s oddly exhilarating. They stop soon after, Mitch simply saying, “Long flight in a couple days” to explain why they’re not going too hard on you both.

You and Harry stand up, the others following and grabbing some silk ties. They gently tie your arms behind your backs, then lead you to sit on the cushion of your bay window.

Mitch looks at you both and states, “No moving, no touching, no talking unless you need to say a color. Understood?”

You and Harry simply reply, “Yes, daddy.”

The two of you sit there and watch as Mitch and Sarah slowly and lovingly take off each other's clothes. How they casually start to kiss, then share tender touches. You try not to blink, not wanting to miss a moment as Mitch lays Sarah down and gently slides inside her.

As much as you normally love being a full participant, you’re really enjoying being able to watch the two of them. It’s fascinating to see how well they know each other, how all their years together has made them so perfectly compatible.

There are little touches, and glances, that you’ve never really noticed before. They communicate without words, and their love and devotion is clear. They take their time, enjoying this moment together and wanting to make the two of you wait as long as possible.

You’re dripping wet, and a glance at Harry shows beads of precum sliding down his length. He’s clearly as affected by the scene in front of him as you are, his breaths slow, deep, and steady, like it’s taking everything in him to remain still.

A quiet sigh from Sarah and a soft moan from Mitch brings your attention back to them. He speeds up his thrusts, his hand going to Sarah’s core, and soon you get to watch how beautiful they look when they both come.

They don’t rush, instead just share a moment together. They pass some soft kisses back and forth, staying together and just basking in the afterglow. But then they pull apart, knowing n they have two subs to take care of.

They stand, coming over and motioning for you both to stand as well. They untie your arms, rubbing your wrists to make sure they’re not sore and that the binding didn’t leave any marks. Happy with what they see, Mitch states, “On the bed.”

You and Harry sit next to each other against the headboard, waiting for the next direction. The other two sit at the foot of the bed, Sarah finally saying, “Go on. Touch yourselves for us.”

It’s those last two words, the implication that your pleasure still belongs to Mitch and Sarah, that has you dripping and ready. Still, you’re quite shy, and you don’t do as told until you see Harry grab himself and start to stroke his hard length.

You close your eyes and bring your hand down, tentatively rubbing yourself. It isn’t until you hear Mitch murmur, “Good girl,” that you gain confidence to go further. With eyes still closed you bring down your other hand and slip one finger inside, then another.

You hear small noises of pleasure from beside you, and can tell Harry is getting close. That alone brings you to the edge. And then Mitch firmly says, “Open your eyes. Look at me.”

The second your eyes meet his intense stare you come, fingers moving quickly to work yourself through your orgasm. You catch your breath just in time to turn and see Harry finish as well, the sight of him falling apart sending an aftershock through you.

Then next thing you know Mitch is cupping your cheek, pulling you in for a slow and sweet kiss. You melt into this gentle touch, smiling at the attention he’s giving you.

While Sarah was the one to do your aftercare last time, they switch so that she’s with Harry and Mitch is with you. After showers and a quick sheet change you and Harry lay on the bed, Mitch and Sarah rubbing lotion on your bottoms. They help you get dressed and then the four of your slide under the covers and quickly fall asleep.

The next day starts slow, none of you wanting to rush out of bed on your day off. Finally you get up and ready and go out for brunch together.

Back at the house Harry says, “I want to practice the high notes. Will you join me in the studio?”

The three of you quickly agree, and you all head downstairs to the small studio that’s been put in there. You sit on one of the couches, soon joined by Sarah.

Mitch and Harry play around a bit with instruments and controls, before deciding to just sit and relax and let the music flow.

After the scene yesterday you and Harry are still craving touch, so you cuddle up to Sarah and Harry wraps an arm around Mitch, tucking him into his side.

Harry warns up his voice, then the next thing you know you’re being serenaded. He starts quiet, then grows louder, more confident. Soon he’s belting the high notes to Sign of the Times, Mitch is curled in close to his side, and you and Sarah are watching your boys in awe.

In another one of those peaceful moments when you can’t believe that this is your life. That you have three wonderful partners and despite such a crazy lifestyle, they still prioritize this quality time together with just the four of you.

Tomorrow you’ll be getting on a flight to another country, and the shows will begin again, and you’ll have to share your partners with everyone else.

But for now, they’re all yours, and you enjoy every single second.

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AN: thanks for reading! Wonder what they’ll get up to next…

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You know what would be really cool?

If something in my life would go right lmao

Cars broken, Louis show got cancelled, Canadian wildfire making me sick and affecting my sisters Bach trip

I just want to go outside! It’s either 110 or storming or the air is hazardous. Ya girl is TIRED

[merrybloomwrites]

Are you doing another part of you can start a family now that the Wembley leg is over?

Yes!!! I actually started writing it today!

[merrybloomwrites]

Saturdays apparently DONT take the pain away.

Aka my Louis show got cancelled/postponed/no idea what’s going on

He hasn’t posted yet and I can’t help but think it’s because the England Norway game is in overtime 🤣 can’t fault him for that!

Anyways, gonna go write some filthy Louis x reader smut to cheer me up, so stay tuned!

[merrybloomwrites]

Room for More (Part 5)

Summary: After years with zero interference from otherworldly creatures or evil villains, you and your partners decide it’s time to add to your family. But soon El returns, bringing bad news with her, and leading Steve and Robin to go fully into protector mode.

Word Count: 6k

CW/tags: poly Stobin x Reader, pregnancy & childbirth (not graphic or detailed), canon typical violence, kidnapping

AN: I don’t normally write kidfics/pregnancy fics, but this series was begging for overprotective Steve and Robin and this idea wouldn’t leave my mind. Hope you enjoy!

Previous chapters here!

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Ever since you and Steve officially got married, people have been asking you the same thing over and over. It was a question that the two of you and Robin didn’t really have an answer to.

Because no, you didn’t have plans for adding a baby any time soon.

So every time someone asks, “When are you having kids?” you would reply with, “When the time feels right.” Technically it was an answer, even if people seemed disappointed that you didn’t reply, “Oh I’m pregnant right now!”

But after everything you three had been through, every awful thing you’d seen and the number of times you’d all almost died, bringing a child into the world was complicated. What if something bad happened? What if something evil came back to hunt you all down?

You’d never forgive yourself for putting a child in such a dangerous situation.

But as the years passed without any new evil appearing, and your biological clock making itself known, the topic of having a baby no longer seemed so scary.

Especially when it switched from people older than you asking to people younger than you wondering. For some reason when Dustin, then Lucas, then Will asked you about it during Max and Lucas’s engagement party, you found yourself wanting to give a different answer. You wanted now to be the right time.

And then when things had gotten steamy between you Steve and Robin that night, you had a moment imagining what it would be like if your birth control suddenly failed. If this was the time that got you pregnant.

You were shocked by how badly you wanted that to happen.

But you didn’t want to rush into it. You wanted to be absolutely certain that you were ready.

You lasted two days. Two days before you told Steve and Robin during dinner. You’d all sat down with plates of pasta you’d spent the last hour cooking, and you didn’t even let them get a bite before saying, “I want to have a baby.”

Forks clattered to the table, jaws dropped in surprise, and two sets of eyes started at you like you’d just said aliens were renting out the spare bedroom.

The shock didn’t last long though, and Steve’s expression immediately softened. After all, you knew he’d been dreaming of having little nuggets of his own, and though he’d never pressured you, it was no secret that he was ready for this next step.

You weren’t sure how Robin would react, and she surprised you by smiling as well, then saying, “Any baby made by the two of you will be the cutest thing on the planet.”

The next couple of weeks saw many conversations about babies, planning for one, and ultimately deciding that now is the time. And even though you all knew that you couldn’t conceive so quickly after stopping your birth control, the second those pills went in the trash Steve was on you, pulling you to bed. This new found breeding kink was highly unsurprising when you thought about it.

And while you didn’t get pregnant right away, it only took a couple of months for that little test to show a plus sign.

“Oh my god,” Robin exclaimed. “Holy shit, you’re actually pregnant!” It was clear she wanted to pull you in for a hug, but she took a moment to calm herself so she could do so gently. As she held you in her arms you looked at Steve, eager to see his reaction.

The tears in his eyes hit you right in the hormones, leading you to cry as well. Soon the three of you were in a group embrace, tears falling as they took turns kissing your still flat belly.

The first trimester was rough, but Steve and Robin were always there getting you anything you needed, even when what you needed was to just have someone by your side as you puked for the hundredth time.

But only a couple of weeks later you had a bit of a scare. You started having different symptoms, ones that usually meant a miscarriage. After an immediate visit to your doctor you learned you weren’t losing a baby, but actually gaining one.

Because you were pregnant with twins.

The three of you spent the rest of the day in shocked silence.

It wasn’t until you were in bed that night that Robin said, “You know, when you think about it, we’re kind of the best people to have twins. Sure, two babies, but at least there’s three of us, right?”

That alone had all of you feeling more optimistic about the prospect. But as helpful and positive as Robin and Steve were, they weren’t the one growing two humans inside of them.

You were, and you were doing an excellent job of it. At least you hoped you were considering how big your belly was quickly getting.

You’re now thirteen weeks along, and with only two more weeks until Max and Lucas’s wedding, you know it’s time to tell people. The last thing you want to do is steal the spotlight from them, so you know you need to share your news ahead of time. There’s no way you’ll be able to keep it a secret.

Your families are the first that you tell, all of them sharing their happiness and excitement.

Next you tell Joyce and Hopper. They’ve been parental figures to you for years, and you can’t wait to see their reactions.

The second you tell them, Joyce pulls you in for a hug, holding you close and immediately asking how you’re feeling. She gives you advice, and tells you to call her anytime you have a question. Hopper meanwhile is silent, but his soft expression and genuine smile tells you that he’s happy for you.

After them you tell Nancy and Jonathan, who have patched things up and gotten back together. Over fries and milkshakes at the diner, you all catch up and share what’s been going on.

“Getting a head start on those six nuggets huh?” Nancy asks.

“Six?” You ask, your eyes wide at the idea of that many children.

“Let’s just start with two and see what happens,” Steve replies, his hand moving in soothing circles on your back.

Finally it’s time to tell the kids. Well, young adults now. You invite the five of them over for dinner, insisting that they sit through a civilized meal for once.

You’d planned to tell them after the meal, but the second they get there Max figures you out. It’s clear by the look on her face that she knows exactly what’s going on.

She stays quiet at first, but halfway through the dinner she says, “So, Y/N, anything you want to tell us?”

You narrow your eyes at her playfully, but then answer, "Actually there is. I’m pregnant.”

Unsurprisingly the table erupts into chaos, the kids all shouting in excitement.

“I’m gonna be an uncle!” Dustin yells as he attacks Steve with a hug.

“I knew it!” Max shouts. “Youre having a baby!”

“Not quite,” Robin replies, sending everyone into a moment of confusion.

“I’m not having a baby,” you add, leading everyone to stare like you’ve lost your mind. You wait a moment to add dramatic effect, then say, “I’m having two babies.”

“Twins?” Will shouts excitedly, from his spot next to Robin, and again the five of them collectively lose their minds.

You, Steve, and Robin barely get in another word that evening, as the kids continuously talk over each other about everything they can’t wait to do with the twins.

“Wait,” Mike interjects. “When do you find out if they’re boys or girls?”

“Not for another month or so,” you answer.

“Do you have name ideas?” Lucas asks.

The three of you look at each other guilty, because the answer is no, you haven’t thought of that yet.

“Max is a good name for a girl or a boy,” Max adds helpfully.

“No,” Steve replies in his jokingly stern voice. “Our children will not be sharing a name with any of you.”

“That’s fair,” Will answers pragmatically.

The rest of the evening goes well, the kids even pitching in to clean up, insisting that you rest and relax.

“We should keep them,” you joke to Robin as you sit on the couch watching them work together to clean the kitchen.

“Here’s some water,” Lucas says, handing you a glass of ice water that you didn’t even realize you wanted.

“I think group dinners are about to be a weekly thing,” Robin replies.

After they make your house spotless, the kids all head home leaving you with your two favorite people. You all get ready for bed, laying together and talking for a bit as you do every night.

“We have a lot of wonderful people in our life,” you say as you reflect on everyone’s reactions to your news.

“Our babies are very lucky,” Steve agrees as his hand finds your small bump.

Robin places a hand next to his and adds, “They’ll have more grandparents and aunts and uncles then they’ll know what to do with.”

Again your hormones go into overdrive, happy tears spilling down your cheeks only to be gently wiped away by the two people laying beside you.

“We should probably start thinking of what to name them though,” you finally say.

“Steven junior,” Steve states, earning him a glare and a “Get out,” from Robin. Your only response is to laugh and say, “Not happening.”

It’s a happy time in your lives, and Max and Lucas’s wedding only adds to that joy.

Your baby bump is small, but definitely noticeable. Your dress accentuates it nicely without drawing too much attention. Even so, Steve can’t keep his hands off, one resting on your belly at almost every moment, his big hand practically covering the entire thing.

It’s half because he’s so proud to be making new tiny humans with you, half because his protective instincts are in overdrive. Especially at such a busy event, he can’t help but feel the need to protect.

Robin feels the same, except in a more casual way. She hovers nearby, subtly stepping between you and anyone who gets too close. Especially random relatives of Lucas and Max who, while meaning well, have no reason to try and touch your belly. And yet, it’s like every person over 60 is magnetically drawn to it.

All in all, it’s a beautiful wedding, and seeing Max and Lucas officially get married after everything they’ve suffered through together makes it feel like all is right in the world. Like nothing bad can ever happen again.

So really it should come as no surprise that just two days later, everything suddenly changes.

The day starts normal, Robin heading to work while you and Steve enjoy a slow summer morning. You kiss him goodbye when he leaves to coach the summer middle school baseball camp.

You spend the time he’s away cleaning, but you’re uncomfortable throughout. You realize that the waistband of your underwear is way too tight now, so you leave a note explaining where you’ll be and start to walk to the store.

Steve gets home first and sees your note. He figures you’ll be back soon, but then Robin gets home and still you’re not there. They give you a little longer and decide they’ll go looking if you’re not back by dinner time.

But then comes a crackling noise, one Steve hasn’t heard in years. One that he associates with trouble.

He hears Dustin’s voice calling for him, followed by the words Steve has grown to dread: “We have a code red.”

He quickly grabs the walkie and says, “What’s wrong?”

“Just meet at the Wheelers ASAP!” Dustin yells. “Over and out!”

“But Dustin! Dustin! Damnit!” Steve shouts when his attempts to contact the younger boy go without answer.

“You go,” Robin says. “I’ll wait here for when Y/N gets back. You should find out what’s going on.”

“Okay. But you call when she gets here, okay?”

“Of course. And I’ll use the actual landline like real adults. And you call with an update about whatever Dustin needs.”

After promising to contact each other with any news, they share a reassuring hug, and Steve is out the door to get to the Wheeler’s.

The moment he walks into the basement he realizes why Dustin was so urgent, and why Steve had to learn what was happening in person. Because there’s no way he would’ve believed Dustin if he'd said “El is alive”. And yet, she is. She’s standing there right in the middle of the basement as though she’d never left.

And really, it is like she never left. Because she hasn’t changed at all.

While everyone else has aged a few years, she’s exactly as she was the day she died.

“What is happening?” Steve asks.

“El came back,” Dustin states.

“No shit. I see her. But, how?” He asks, looking right at her for an explanation.

“I wish I had better news,” she begins. “But I’m not the only one back. Henry is alive again too. He found some loophole, a way to distort time. He pulled us from 1987, right before everything went down.”

“I hate to ask, but does he have a plan for ending the world again?” Steve questions.

“I’m sure that’s his final goal. But first he’s trying to do what the government failed at. He wants to use his blood to make more people like him. Like me. Us.”

“And how is he going to do that?” Steve asks, though he’s terrified to hear the answer.

“He plans to kidnap pregnant women and give them a mix of his blood and psychedelic drugs.”

“Of course he is,” Steve says with a hysterical laugh before his knees give out. Lucas sees this happening and helps him aim for the couch, and Steve collapses onto the cushion with his face in his hands.

“What’s wrong?” El asks.

When Steve doesn’t answer Dustin explains, “Y/N is pregnant.”

Will adds, “Steve is the father.”

“They’re married,” Max explains.

“To each other and also Robin,” Mike states. “It’s like a throuple thing.”

“Oh. That makes sense,” El replies, thinking back to the time she’d seen the three of them making out in a storage closet at the radio station.

Then she says, “Henry was very specific in who he was going after, so I’m sure Y/N is safe.”

“Who specifically does he want?” Max asks.

“He wants to increase the odds of it working, so he only wants people pregnant with twins.”

This news has Steve nearly throwing up from the stress, so Dustin says, “Hey, Y/N will be okay. We’ll keep her safe. There’s way more of us than there is of him.”

“Yea, you guys can come stay here where there are more people,” Mike suggests. “Or we can take turns staying at your place as guards. You should call and get her and Robin here to talk about a plan.”

“Where are they anyway?” Will asks.

Steve takes a deep breath then replies, “Robin’s at home waiting for Y/N. She went to run a couple of errands.”

Max picks up on his tone and says, “She should’ve been back by now, shouldn’t she?”

“Yea,” Steve says, clearly in pain now. “Hours ago.”

Max takes charge, looking first to Will and saying, “Call your mom, we need her and Hopper.” She then turns to Mike and adds, “You can reach Nancy at work right? Tell her what’s going on so she and Jonathan can help too. We’ll split up and search for her. Steve, you should head home and be with Robin.”

“I can’t,” he says. “I can’t sit around. I’ll go crazy. I need to help.”

“Okay. Will, why don’t you wait with Robin and see if you can tap into Henry’s mind like you used to.”

“I’ll try, but I’m not sure it will work.”

“I know. We just need to try everything.”

“You two are close,” Steve says, looking at Will. “You and Robin. You talk. I need you to fill her in on everything and be there for her, okay?”

“Of course,” Will says before heading out with his fully charged walkie.

Soon after he leaves, Joyce, Hopper, Nancy, and Jonathan arrive. Murray and Mr. Clark also show up, apparently summoned by Dustin, and they split up into pairs and assign a section of Hawkins to each team.

They search for hours. But when it reaches midnight they meet back at your place. The moment everyone gets there Robin is up, running to Steve. He pulls her close, hugs her tight, and she finally lets her tears fall.

“It’s okay, Rob,” Steve soothes. “We’ll find her. I promise.” He presses a kiss to her head, trying to calm himself as much as her.

“You two should get some sleep,” Joyce says. “Some of us will stay here tonight, and we’ll regroup after everyone’s rested.”

Steve and Robin are too exhausted to argue, so they both head upstairs and get ready. They leave a space between them, your open space, but by the time they wake up they’ve drifted together.

There’s a moment of silence, your absence weighing heavily on them.

But then Robin breaks the quiet morning and asks, “Did you check the lab?”

It takes Steve’s brain a second to reboot, but then he replies, “Yea. Nancy and Jonathan went there. They didn’t have time to search it top to bottom, but they looked for any signs that someone had been there and didn’t find any.”

“I think we should go back. I mean, that’s the nexus of all this crazy shit. You guys spread out yesterday, maybe it’s time to do more thorough searches of a few main locations.”

Steve takes in the idea and says, “Okay. Yea, okay. Let’s start there.”

They spend another moment in the safety of their bed before getting dressed for the day. When they get downstairs everyone else is already there eating breakfast. Robin shares her idea and everyone agrees, making a list of a few places to check more extensively if the lab doesn’t have any answers.

Instead of splitting up they all go together, the building so large that it will take all of them working together to search the entire place. They do separate into a couple of teams once they get there, each taking a different floor to explore.

Steve and Robin are joined by Dustin and Will, the two boys offering reassurances as the other two grow more distressed by how clearly empty the building is.

But then their walkies crackle, and Nancy’s voice comes through saying, “Everyone, come to the second floor.”

They practically sprint to get there, hopeful that Nancy may have found something useful.

Once the entire group is together they look to Nancy, confused because this room seems just as abandoned as all the rest.

“Jonathan, show them,” is all she says.

Jonathan picks up his flashlight and holds it over the hospital bed. Suddenly the dim light glows brighter, and with their history, they all immediately pick up on what this means.

“Someone here,” Mike says.

“But not here,” Lucas adds.

“Here in the Upsidedown,” Will concludes.

“How do we get there?” Robin asks. “Is there a gate nearby?”

“There used to be one in the basement,” Steve answers, already turning to go and find it.

“Harrington, wait,” Hopper commands.

“Wait? My wife is missing! That Henry creep could be experimenting on her right now!”

“First of all, we don’t even know if this light is really her. And you storming in there will only get you hurt. We need a plan. And we need more weapons.”

“Fine. You all go get ready. But I’m staying here. If this light moves I need to be here to follow it.”

“I’m staying too,” Robin replies.

“Nancy and I will stay with them,” Jonathan adds.

With that settled the others leave. Steve and Robin sit cross legged on the bed, the flashlight placed between them. No one speaks. They just sit. And wait. And hold on to the desperate hope that you’re there with them.

After what feels like an eternity everyone else gets back. They carry what looks to be an armory, and then Dustin says, “We’ve mapped out the best way to get here from the gate. We’re focusing on rescue. If we have an opportunity to end Henry we take it, but that’s not the main objective. Got it?”

Steve and Robin nod, and though they of course want to kill Henry, they really don’t care what happens so long as they get you back.

As they make their way to the gate, Robin slips a hand in Steve’s. He’d rather have two hands to defend them if he needs to, but he knows Robin. He knows that if she’s nervous enough to initiate this contact, that he needs to be there to help ground her. Keep her from spiraling.

When they reach the gate every single person there takes a moment to come to terms with the fact that years after they thought all this bullshit was over, they’re heading back to a place they never want to go to again.

But if you’re truly in the Upsidedown, then every last one of them is willing to dive in and do everything they can to save you.

They walk through the gate, and are met with nothing. No demos of any kind. No bad guy trying to stop them. It’s eerie how easy it is to walk through the halls.

And then, just before they reach their destination, El says, “He’s here. I don’t know where, but I can sense him.”

Slowly and carefully they move forward, Steve and Robin finally sneaking into the correct room.

“Oh my god,” Robin cries quietly.

Because there you are. Laying on the bed, looking unhurt but clearly unconscious.

“He’s coming, you have to move now!” El warns. Hopper steps in, quickly and carefully removing the IV that’s in your arm and then Steve is lifting you, ready to carry you to safety. There’s no time for a happy reunion yet, not when they have to run back to the gate, then out of the lab for fear that Henry is following.

Once Steve and Robin settle in the back of Nancy’s car with you in Steve’s lap, they can finally take a deep breath of relief. You’re here. You’re back. You’re breathing.

But you’re not responding.

They have no idea what you’ve been through, or what was being given through that IV. They don’t know if there will be lasting effects on you or the babies.

They don’t know when you’ll wake up. If you’ll wake up.

“Baby, we’re here,” Steve says. “We’ve got you. You’re safe now.”

Robin strokes your hair and adds, “Come back to us. Please. We need you.”

They continue to hold you and whisper reassurances the whole way to the hospital. Nancy drops the three of you off, but when you enter only Steve is allowed to go back with you.

It’s one of the hardships of the relationship the three of you have. The way that legally, you and Robin aren’t connected, aren’t considered family even though you are.

“Just stay by her side,” Robin says. “Don’t let her out of your sight.”

Steve nods at her command then walks through the doors to do exactly as Robin said.

She begins to pace, but soon is joined by everyone else. After what feels like an eternity a nurse steps out and asks for her.

“I’m Robin! Is Y/N okay?”

“Yes, she’s going to be fine,” the nurse replies. “She’s awake now, though still a bit groggy. She was asking for you.”

Without hesitation Robin starts walking, then pauses when she realizes she doesn’t know what way to go. The nurse catches up and leads her to your room.

Robin pauses at the door, taking in the sight of you in the hospital bed. She reminds herself that this time you’re in the real world, and Steve is sitting beside you. That you’re no longer in the Upsidedown being held hostage by a supernatural sociopath.

Your eyes groggily move, searching around the room until they land on Robin. Once she sees this she’s snapped out of her stupor and walks in to sit on your other side. This hand has a new IV in it which she doesn’t want to disturb, so she settles for placing a gentle hand on your leg, stroking back and forth in an attempt to comfort you.

Once you have both of your partners beside you, you feel safe. Relaxed.

“You can rest, baby. We’ll be here,” Steve says, and your eyes slip shut again.

“What did the doctor say?” Robin asks.

“She’s got a couple bumps and scratches but nothing major. And they did a blood test. It only showed sedatives, so it seems like we got her before Henry could really start his plan,” Steve explains.

“Thank god,” Robin says. “And the babies?”

“They’re good. They did an ultrasound and said everything seems normal.”

Tears of relief fall down Robin's face, and Steve reaches his free hand to her.

That’s how they stay for the next couple of hours while you rest and rehydrate. By dinnertime you’re being discharged, Steve and Robin listening closely to all care instructions.

You sit between them on the way home, and note that everyone comes to the house as well.

You’re more alert by now, and the first thing you want is a shower. Unsurprisingly both Steve and Robin come with you, not caring about how strange it is to take a group shower with all of your friends just downstairs.

The two of them help you wash off all the grime from the Upsidedown, taking special care to be gentle near any of your injuries. They then press kisses to those cuts and bruises as they dry you off and help you get dressed.

With all three of you clean you head back downstairs, greeted by the smell of delicious food. When you see everyone gathered, and realize that Joyce has made homemade dinner for all of you, tears spring to your eyes. You can’t believe the love and support you have, and knowing they all risked their lives to save you has you overwhelmed.

Joyce sees this, and doesn’t hesitate to come wrap you in a hug. It’s so comforting, the touch of a mother, and you lean into the embrace. When you pull back her hand goes to your belly and says, “I’ve already made you a plate. You and the babies need some food.”

“Thank you,” you reply, “I really appreciate you helping with everything.”

“Of course sweetie. You helped save my baby years ago, I was only returning the favor.”

It’s a moment of levity, but when everyone sits down to eat the tone of the room is serious.

“So how are we going to stop Henry this time?” Lucas asks.

At the reminder that your kidnapper is still out there, both Steve and Robin place a hand on your legs. It’s as though you’d suddenly disappear if they weren’t in contact with you. It’s comforting to them, and honestly, makes you feel better too.

Hopper turns to you and says, “What do you remember about being taken by him?”

“Not much,” you reply. “He found me while I was walking to the store. Caught me by surprise and dragged me into an alley. I tried to fight him off but he injected me with something and knocked me out. I was unconscious for most of the time he had me. And when I was awake everything was fuzzy. I don’t know what he was planning. He never spoke to me.”

“That’s unlike him,” Nancy says. “Normally he can’t shut up,” she adds, remembering her encounter with him and how he’d explained every detail of his life and plan.

You’re too tired, too traumatized to listen as they discuss Henry and how to deal with him. You tune them out, finishing your dinner then resting your head on Robin's shoulder. Her hand moves to the side of your head, her fingers sliding comfortingly through your hair. Your eyes drift closed as you focus on just her, letting the sounds of voices soothe you, remind you that you’re surrounded by people.

With this reassurance that you’re home, you allow yourself to fall asleep right there at the table. Steve notices this, watching you with the softest expression.

“Can you get her up to bed?” Robin asks.

“Yea, I've got her,” he replies, adjusting his arms so that he can cradle you in them and carry you upstairs. He lays you in bed and stays with you while Robin gets her pajamas. They switch so Steve can get ready as well and finally they’re laying with you in between them.

They each have a hand on you, needing to feel that you’re there in order for them to fall asleep as well. Soon, all three of you are resting, but of course that doesn’t last the whole night.

You haven’t had any nightmares in at least a year, but it shouldn’t be surprising that getting abducted by Henry would bring them back.

Steve and Robin are so in tune with you that they’re up the moment the first sound of distress leaves your mouth.

“You’re okay,” Steve says, Robin adding, “You’re safe baby, you’re home now.”

Their kind words and gentle touches settle you again, but the dreams come back, waking you up two more times throughout the night.

You’re all still tired the next day, so maybe it’s a good thing that no progress is made when it comes to tracking down Henry. Steve and Robin stay by your side, one of them even following each time you need the bathroom. And while this may be a bit overbearing, you’re truly terrified of what might happen, so having them with you makes you feel safe.

You also notice the nail bat has come out of storage, somehow traveling from room to room and resting nearby at all times.

It comes in handy the following day.

Nearly 48 hours after arriving home, Henry makes another move, sending in a demogorgon to try and bring you back to the Upsidedown.

As soon as it crashes through the window Robin pulls you upstairs, into the walk in closet of your bedroom. She knows it’s not the best solution, but hopes it puts enough space between you and the monster that everyone else has time to kill it.

It’s terrifying to listen and not be able to see what’s happening. Every growl makes you think someone is hurt, each snarl sending a chill through you at the thought of the creature advancing on someone you love.

It’s also weird to be hiding, rather than fighting. You used to be right there next to Steve and the others facing down the demos and whatever else was thrown your way. But right now your top priority is the safety of your babies. Which is why your arms are wrapped tight around your belly and you lean into Robin's side, trying to believe the positive words she’s whispering to try and calm you both.

Eventually the house goes quiet, and you hear footsteps approaching. Human footsteps.

You’d recognize Steve’s walk in a heartbeat, and yet you’re still scared when the door begins to open. But there’s no monster. Only your husband.

“Did you kill it?” Robin asks.

The two of you make no move to leave the closet so Steve instead sits down with you.

“No. A group followed it to the Upsidedown. They’re hoping it’ll lead them to Henry again and they can kill him.”

“Oh.” Robin answers. “I’m sure nothing will go wrong with that.”

“I know. But it’s the best they’ve got. Max, Lucas, and Will are still here in case anything happens.”

None of you move to get out of the closet. Instead you settle in further, resting against Steve’s side. He wraps his arms around you, holding you tight. Robin pets through your hair again, a move she does to soothe both of you.

You’re not sure how long the three of you stay like that, but it’s long enough that the others downstairs start to worry. They come up to find you, and immediately understand why you’re still hiding away. Instead of trying to reassure you all, or get you out of the closet, they bring water and snacks.

A blanket is found and wrapped around you, and your exhaustion wins out over the stress, leading you to fall asleep. You rest until a loud noise startles you awake. Before you know what’s happening you’re back in Robin's arms, Steve rushing to find the source of the noise.

The two of you wait anxiously, but Steve’s back only a couple minutes later.

“They got him,” he says excitedly.

“Who? Henry? Already?” Robin inquires.

“Yes! Caught him totally off guard. C’mon, come downstairs and they’ll explain.”

He helps you both stand and leads you down to the living room where everyone has gathered. He has you sit on the couch before he joins you, him and Robin sandwiching you between them.

You listen intently as the others explain what happened in the Upsidedown, and how they defeated Henry. There’s a rare air of celebration in the room. Not only is Henry gone, but El is back. You can’t help but notice the way Hopper stays close to her, like he can’t believe she’s real.

After thanking everyone for saving you and getting rid of the threat, they all head home.

They all feel as though the job is done.

But for Steve and Robin, that feeling of relief hasn't come yet. They’re still worried, still scared that something is going to happen to you. Maybe not interdimensional creatures, but really anything. Everything feels like a new threat.

And while they’re definitely being overprotective, you truly can’t blame them.

For the rest of your pregnancy they come up with a schedule to ensure you’re never left alone. At no point do you feel overwhelmed or smothered. You know why they’re doing it, and it truly makes you feel safe.

They recruit the others, and you enjoy getting to spend time with everyone. But as much as you love whoever is with you, you’re glad it’s Joyce and Hopper there when you go into labor.

You’re early, but not worryingly so. Steve and Robin rush back, clearly frazzled, and Hopper takes a moment to talk to them and calm them down. He coaches them on how to best support you.

Joyce meanwhile is a relaxing presence, guiding you through breathing exercises and reassuring you that everything is going just as it should be.

And when it’s time to go to the hospital, Joyce and Hopper are happy to drive the three of you there. Thankfully this time Robin is allowed to be with you as another support person, and she and Steve stay by your side the entire time.

Your two perfect daughters are born just after midnight. It’s not much later that you’re laying in bed and taking time to catch your breath when you look up and see a baby cradled in the arms of each of your partners.

It’s been a long, scary journey to get to this point. But in a way you’re grateful for it. Because there’s one thing you know with absolute certainty: Steve and Robin will do anything and everything to keep you and your babies safe.

And in a world as crazy as yours, that’s all that matters.

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AN: thanks for reading!

I think I’m going to do one more part to this, since I want to end on something sweet and spicy. Still brainstorming, but I’m thinking something roughly a year after this where the party babysits and Steve Robin and reader get a night alone (if you know what I mean 😉😜)

Taglist: @person-005 @louisbelongstome28 @missgirl358 @loveu2themoonand2saturn @watercolorskyy

[merrybloomwrites]

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZNREPQCTf/

Maybe a fic on Harry x reader x Mitch x Sarah in the studio like this?? I don’t know any inspo for a fic apart from reader and Sarah just admiring them cuddling while singing

Ugh I love this moment. They’re both so damn cute honestly

I can def fit this in somewhere! My next story for them all is similar to the last so it’s mostly spicy BUT there will be a lot of sweet mixed in. Might blend this with that or use this as inspiration for another totally fluffy extra

[merrybloomwrites]

For we can start a family maybe Harry and reader get caught having sex without Sarah and Mitch when they’ve been told not to (sex ban or something) maybe sex toy’s can be involved and edging and overstimulation for a punishment, or Sarah and reader instead of Harry and reader?

Love this idea! Taking notes 📝

[merrybloomwrites]

Too Many Things For You to Analyze

Summary: Your body doesn’t bounce back after your fourth pregnancy, and Harry is there to remind you how amazing you are.

Word Count: ~900

CW/tags: postpartum, negative self image, judging own postpartum body, mentions of breastfeeding, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff

AN: based on this request that has been hiding on my page for years apparently and suddenly resurfaced

Title from “Season 2 Weight Loss”

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You’ve had kids before. Three of them in fact. You know the routine. You know the way it changes your body.

But for some reason, you’re struggling this time.

It’s been three months since you’d given birth to your fourth baby. Your third little girl after your eldest boy. And she was tiny. The smallest baby you’d had, and the only one without a greater than 90% percentile head (Harry’s fault, obviously).

The smallest baby you’ve ever had, but the one that seems to have changed your body the most.

There’s a voice in the back of your head that’s telling you this is normal. Your body grew in order to create life. It needed extra space to be a home for your little girl. You know that.

And yet you hate the fact that that extra space seems to be sticking around this time.

Not only did your belly grow, but so did your arms, your hips, your legs. It’s like every part of your body decided it needed extra weight to accommodate the baby.

And then there’s your breasts. Sure, they’re feeding a fourth child, creating all the sustenance she needs to be healthy and strong. It’s a beautiful way to connect with her, and you’re grateful every day that you’re able to produce enough milk to keep your baby fed.

But did feeding your baby really have to change your breasts so much? They used to be so full, and perky, and your nipples were a normal size. Now they feel like partially deflated balloons half the time, and your nipples are huge. Genuinely you had no idea they could get so long.

And yet, that’s what feeding four humans does to a body.

You’re stepping out of the shower, the first shower you’ve had in three days, and you’ve caught sight of yourself in the full length mirror.

The first thing you notice is the sagging. Then the stretch marks. Then your hair, so thin and scraggly, clearly suffering from postpartum hair loss.

You can't help the tears that spring to your eyes, burning as they threaten to fall in hot steaks down your face.

It’s as your hands move to your side to feel the skin there that Harry walks in the room. Quickly you grab your robe, throwing it around your body to hide it from him.

He notices this. Of course he notices. He notices everything.

Which means he’s definitely noticed the changes to your body. This realization has the tears finally falling, and without hesitation Harry steps in to hold you.

But you don’t want him touching you. Not right now. Now when you feel this way.

His face clearly shows his concern as you step away from him. You never deny his affection, so he’s worried by this reaction.

“You okay?” He asks.

“I’m fine,” you lie.

“Honey, you can tell me what’s wrong.”

“I feel gross,” you confess.

“Oh, sweetheart, you’re not gross. You could never be gross.”

“But look at me! I’m nothing like I used to be! This isn’t the body you fell in love with.”

“Okay, first of all, I didn’t fall in love with a body, I fell in love with you. All of you. And second of all, this is the body that brought our four perfect children into the world. It’s the body that fed and nourished them when they were little. I don’t know what it is you see when you look at yourself, but I see a miracle. I see strength. I see beauty. I see my perfect wife, the woman I’ve loved for over a decade, who I’m so incredibly lucky to have by my side.”

His sweet words bring another wave of tears to your eyes, and this time when he opens his arms you go willingly.

“You really think that?” You ask, still feeling a bit unsure.

“I do. I truly think you are the most perfect woman in the world.”

He wipes the last of the tears from your face before he leans in for a kiss. It starts sweet, but he quickly deepens it, his tongue sliding languidly against yours.

“I can think of a few more words to describe you,” he murmurs.

“Oh yea? What would those be?”

“Hot. Stunning. Sexy.”

“You’re such a flirt,” you joke, leaning back in to kiss him some more.

But unsurprisingly when in a house with 4 children under 10, you get interrupted.

“Mama! Something's beeping in the kitchen!”

“Coming!” You call out, but you try to have just another minute with Harry.

Only to be cut off by crying coming from the baby monitor.

“I’ll see what she needs,” Harry replies. The two of you share one last peck then go off to tend to your children.

But once everything is settled and you finally have a moment to change from your robe back into regular clothes, you take a minute to look in the mirror to see yourself the way Harry does. And now all of those little imperfections don’t bother you quite so much. Because yes, your body has changed. But it also brought you your children, and you wouldn’t change that for the world.

Especially not when Harry continues to look at you like you’re the prettiest person on the planet, making you feel loved and desired every single day.

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AN: All bodies are beautiful btw

Thanks for reading!

[merrybloomwrites]

Just saw about the start a family ask, do you think Sarah and Mitch will dom reader and Harry at the same? Like they are both subbing/sub space clinging into one another and Sarah and Mitch are both mommy and daddy

Oh for sure! I stayed kind of tame for the last story but I think the part two of that will be a little more intense. I get nervous to go to far but I can totally push a little further if that’s what people want!

Honestly, I’m open to ideas for what to include in the part 2 of Harry’s Punishment (which will be readers punishment too. They’re teaming up to earn a scene) so any Start a Family reader is welcome to send thoughts and I’ll see what I can include!

[merrybloomwrites]

Just saw Harry in concert on Tuesday and going again on Wednesday, can’t wait for a Harry fic, I’m also stuck with baby fever atm as my brother is fostering a 11 month old and I love him so much

First off, so jealous that you’re seeing him currently! I have to wait until September and that feels ages away lol

Second, I forgot just how tiny and squishy new babies are and am currently obsessed with my nanny families new baby (literally 3 days old, just a tiny lump of human)

I might get that Harry x Reader story out today, I’m about halfway done so definitely a possibility

[merrybloomwrites]

Do you think you’ll be doing more parts for we can start a family? Maybe all 4 of them could be trying for a baby with breeding kink? Or maybe finding out she’s pregnant?

Definitely will be doing more!

I don’t have any plans to add a baby yet, but I am open to it in the future. Tbh I’ve always kind of viewed reader as the one they take care of so adding a baby will change that dynamic and I’m not ready to commit to that quite yet haha

[merrybloomwrites]

Ik that requests are closed but I was wondering if you have anything more planned for we can start a family?? Just finished reading everything and IM HOOKED!!!

I’m planning a 2nd part of the last extra I posted (Harry’s punishment) but that won’t be out until after the Wembley shows end because I’m keeping track of the unhinged things he does during this residency haha

Other than that I don’t have anything planned, but I will always come back to this group and keep writing for them. They have a special place in my heart lol

[merrybloomwrites]

hiiiiii, i would love to do a writing request about Harry styles l x wife reader, harry and the reader have already had 4 children, but this last one was born about 3 months ago (it really doesn't matter to me), and the reader feels very insecure about her postpartum body, since maybe she has a little more fat in her stomach, legs, hips, etc,. She also feels very insecure about having her breasts much bigger and saggy, and she also has stretch marks all over her body. and Harry makes her feel better, like saying "that she should feel proud since she gave him 4 beautiful babies" 😭😭😭

Hi there!! Thank you for this request! I'll definitely write this interaction, I'm just not sure if I'll do it as a stand alone oneshot or if I'll incorporate it in one of the longer kidfics I have planned

[merrybloomwrites]

This apparently got lost in my page but someone just liked this request reminding me it exists. My best friend that I nanny for had her third a couple days ago so I am currently SO baby obsessed that I will be finally fulfilling this!

[merrybloomwrites]

Back to Where I Started

Summary: Breaking up with Louis was hard enough, watching him start a new relationship was even worse, but seeing his girlfriend interacting with Louis’ family is what has you feeling like everything is truly over.

Word Count: 1.4K

CW/tags: band member reader, ex’s to friends, happy ending, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, Louis x Zara but it’s PR (just for the sake of the story)

AN: Based on this ask

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One Direction had led to a lot of changes in your life. Recording albums, touring, award shows.

And also, your first long term relationship.

When you auditioned for X-Factor you had never expected to find love. But then after the competition was over and it was clear the band was sticking around for a while, Louis had asked you out.

It didn’t totally surprise you. It was clear from the start that he had a crush on you. And clearly you couldn’t help but have feelings for him as well. He was cute, and funny, and charismatic. Everything about him drew you in.

The two of you were together for years. Throughout the entire duration of the band.

But then One Direction took a hiatus. And you and Louis really thought it was a hiatus. That the band would come back after a year and a half. Two years tops.

And then right when they should’ve been getting back together, Harry released an album. And then Niall.

That alone made it obvious that One Direction wasn’t getting back together anytime soon.

Louis refused to believe this, causing a rift between the two of you. One that couldn’t be patched up.

It ultimately led to the end of your relationship.

You were heartbroken. Spent months grieving the loss. The band was done, Louis was gone, everything you’d been building for years had disappeared.

And even worse was all the other people now lost to you.

Louis’ family had been absolutely wonderful to you. They’d accepted you as one of their own, and you’d formed deep bonds with all of them, especially his younger sisters. They looked up to you, and while there were already five girls in the family, they had always insisted there was room for one more.

But now the dream of becoming a Tomlinson was gone.

You unfollowed him on social media, blocked his name from web browsers, did anything you could to avoid seeing any updates about him and his life. It wasn’t your life anymore, and you couldn’t handle seeing the reminders of that.

Years passed, and both of you healed from the breakup. You also both used the pain to help write your first solo albums.

In fact, you’ve healed so much that by the time Louis releases his second album in 2022, you’ve refollowed him on social media. You even give him a shoutout celebrating his achievement, and he does the same for you a few months later.

Of course this time of friendliness doesn’t last all that long.

Fans who were invested in your relationship had noticed when you followed each other again.

Which means they also noticed when you unfollow him once more in 2025. They also realize that this happens right when Louis and Zara supposedly start dating.

Because as healed as you are, it still hurts to see him with another girl. For years of your life you thought that it would be you and Louis forever. And you suppose that so long as he was single you thought that maybe there was a chance of you getting back together.

But seeing him smile with his arm wrapped around Zara’s shoulders opens a new wound.

And what hurts just as much is when Louis’ sisters post with her. That’s what makes you truly feel like you’ve been permanently replaced.

For so long you had been the person they turned to when they needed advice but didn’t want to go to their actual siblings. You’d watched them grow up, had helped shape them into wonderful young women. You’d witnessed so many stages of their lives.

And now it’s Zara who is there for them. It’s Zara who stands with them at concerts. It’s Zara who gets to hang out with Louis’ nieces and nephew.

And it breaks your heart all over again.

So you unfollow not only Louis, but his family as well.

Which apparently does not go unnoticed by them.

Because a couple of days later your phone rings, and a name pops up that you haven’t seen in months. Maybe over a year at this point.

Part of you wants to ignore it. Send her to voicemail and avoid the pain that will come with hearing her voice again.

But the other part of you screams that you have to answer, that she might need you, that something could be wrong.

“Hey Daisy,” you say as the call connects. “Is everything okay?”

“You’re on speaker with me and Phoebe," she answers. Not a surprise that the twins would reach out together.

“Hi girls, how are you?” You ask, still trying to make sure no one is hurt or something like that.

“We’re doing well!” Phoebe replies. “Just wanted to check on you, really. We noticed that you’re not following us anymore, did we do something?”

“No, of course not!” You quickly reassure. “I just- I needed to make a clean break.”

“You saw us with Zara,” Daisy states, her voice sure.

You can’t lie. You can’t deny it.

So you admit, “I did.”

“You know that’s all PR, right?” Phoebe states.

At this revelation you’re silent for a full minute. Silent for so long that she says, “Are you still there?”

“I’m here,” you reply, quiet, clearly in shock.

“You didn’t know, did you?” Daisy asks.

“No, I didn’t.”

“Y/N, it’s all fake,” she says, and just like that, hope builds again. You try to squash it down, remind yourself that this doesn’t really change anything. But there’s no lying to yourself.

You still love Louis.

Phoebe adds, “Zara is a nice person, but she and Louis aren’t actually together. She approached him, and with his third album coming he agreed that a bit of extra publicity wouldn’t be a bad idea. And her audience is one that he hadn’t reached yet so it all worked out.”

“It’s fake?” You ask, still in disbelief.

“Completely,” Daisy replies. “Where are you these days? You should come to family dinner if you’re nearby.”

“I have a visit to Manchester planned in a couple of weeks.”

“Perfect! We’ll set something up. No matter what happens with you and our brother, you’re still family to us.”

“That means a lot. I’m looking forward to seeing you all.”

Nearly two weeks later you're walking into the Tomlinson family home for the first time in years. And while you were prepared to see his family, you apparently weren’t prepared for actually seeing Louis in person after all this time.

“Hi,” he says shyly. Your answering “hi” is just as timid.

The normally loud house is oddly quiet.

“They’re giving us a minute,” Louis explains. “Not sure what they’re expecting to happen but-”

“We’re expecting you to get your head out of your arse!” A voice shouts from the other room.

“Nan!” Louis yells in shock.

Both of you chuckle, then he says, “She may be nosy, but she’s also right. Y/N, I miss you. And while I do think that breaking up when we did was the right thing, I also think that we’ve grown. We’re both established with successful solo careers. If you’re willing, I’d really like to try again.”

He knows your answer before you say it, the giant smile on your face giving it away. Still, you reply, "I'd love to try again.”

Louis wants to kiss you. But he refrains, choosing instead to pull you in for a hug. He holds you close, and you naturally tuck your face into the crook of his neck. Finally right back where you belong.

His family only gives you another minute or two of privacy before running into the room and cheering.

It’s a happy evening, everyone celebrating the two of you making up. Dinner is chaotic as always, voices loud and excited as everyone shares stories about what they’ve been up to.

You’d missed them all so much, and you’re so happy to be back here with them. Especially with Louis hand held tight in your own.

It may have been quite a journey to reach this point, but as you sit here, you feel like you’ve finally come home.

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AN: Thanks for reading! I have another Louis story coming soon! (A spicy one this time)