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ashwhowrites · 18 days

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Eddie Munson x cheerleader! reader, Eds and Reader don't know each other, but Max and Dustin know both Eddie and Reader, and they both think that they would be a great couple so they try to get them to know each other but it never works. But what if Reader goes to the trailer park to take care of Max, or help her with homework but on her way to Max's trailer, Reader falls and Eddie sees it and helps her, after some time, Eddie and Reader start dating and it made Max and Dustin happy but they argue about who made that it happened? (I hope this make sense! I just imagine Max and Dustin seeing how similar Reader and Eddie are in some aspects so they're like, yeah, they would be a great couple, but for some reason, they can't make them like meet each other or even see each other! you can change some things if you think it'll be better!)

I love writing Max as a bestie. This idea is adorable. I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it! Thank you for requesting♥︎

Wingman vs Wingwoman

Max was surprised to find herself being friends with a cheerleader, granted it was forced in the beginning. Max's mom has been on an insane level since everything happened with Billy, so she refuses to let Max be alone. Y/N became Max's babysitter, Max wasn't warmed to the idea at first but now it was more of friends hanging out compared to babysitting.

Y/N was way more chill and interesting than the other cheerleaders, shocking Max. They talked, watched horror movies, shared comic books, and went to skate parks. With all of Y/N's badass interests, Max realized she might not be the only one who would adore her. Max knew she had to get Y/N to meet Eddie.

Dustin fell in love with Y/N the second she walked into the student council. Dustin's mom wanted him to engage in more school activities ( apparently hellfire wasn't real enough. ) But the student council wasn't horrible when Y/N was the president. Dustin was a love-sick puppy when it came to her and he practically was her vice president with how much he did for the club. Or for her. With her leading confidence and how high she held her head, Dustin couldn't help but see a bit of Eddie in her. That's when it snapped in Dustin's head that Eddie would love to meet this girl.

~~~

Max was rushing Y/N to Hellfire with a purpose in mind.

"I'm gonna be late for the student council!" Y/N groaned as Max dragged her arm down the opposite hallway.

"I know! I just need to show you something." Max said, a tiny smirk on her face. Her blue eyes lit up with mischief.

Max cheered as they reached the door, Y/N looked at her confused for two reasons. One, Max was excited about something, and two it was about a door with hellfire written on cardboard.

"What the hell is this?" Y/N asked, Max didn't answer, so she yanked open the door.

Max's smile and mood fell when she didn't see Eddie. Just the same losers she always saw.

"Where is he?" Max demanded, her foot stomped against the glossy floor.

"Dustin, dude, we can't be late for this campaign. The rest of the sheep are already set up." Eddie scolded but Dustin didn't listen. Just yanking Eddie down the hall.

"Just one minute!" Dustin groaned. He sighed at the lack of patience Eddie had.

"Where are we even going?" Eddie huffed.

"Tada!" Dustin cheered as he yanked open the wooden door. Eddie peeked in over Dustin's head and felt confused.

"Tada? It's a group of nerds talking about the school."

"It's called the student council, and she's not here!" Dustin growled. Where the hell was she?

~~~

Max and Dustin had no idea they were trying to get Y/N and Eddie to see each other. And they had no idea they were backfiring each other's plans.

"No! I need Eddie, I've been trying to get him to meet this girl for weeks!" Max snapped at Dustin, her icy blue eyes glaring straight at him.

Dustin felt himself shivering in fear but tried to stay confident.

"I don't care. I've got a way better girl for Eddie to meet."

"Mine's better, just watch." Max scoffed as she raced off on her skateboard.

"What did red want?" Eddie asked as he walked to his van.

"No clue. But look, I need you to drop me off at school early tomorrow, student council meeting." Dustin lied, Eddie huffed but agreed as he started the engine.

"Max, what's up? Dustin said he needed me this morning." Y/N asked as Max kept looking up and down the hallways.

"I just need to see something!" Max said as she looked into the parking lot. She saw Eddie's van but she couldn't find him at all. She checked all the rooms she knew Eddie knew but nothing.

"Dude, we've been here for ten minutes, when does this meeting start? We are the only ones here." Eddie sighed. He could have gotten another hour of sleep but this damn kid.

Dustin checked his watch with a pit of anxiety in his stomach. Y/N said she'd be here and she is nowhere to be seen.

"Whatever. I'm going to have a smoke." Eddie said as he walked out the door.

Not even two minutes later Y/N walked in with a grumpy Max.

"Of fucking course," Dustin said as he shook his head.

~~~

Max and Dustin were slowly wanting to give up. Every plan they had was backfired. Somehow Eddie and Y/N were always at the wrong place at the right time.

Y/N groaned as she walked through the muddy trailer park. She regretted wearing her nice shoes. A huge van came speeding down the road, frightening her into slipping in the mud.

She groaned as she landed on her ass. Now her clothes were as muddy as her shoes.

The van slammed on their breaks and a boy came running out.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry." The boy apologized, he kneeled next to her as he softly helped her stand up.

She went to scream in his face but once she took in his face, she was silent. He was the most gorgeous boy she's ever seen. His soft skin, bone structure, nice jaw, and flowing brown curls rested on his shoulders.

"Oh, that's alright." She shrugged off with a smile. She was sure she'd have fallen for him the same way if he still wasn't holding her up by the waist.

Eddie didn't hear a word she said. Too amazed at how beautiful the girl was. He didn't even realize he was still touching her until she shifted.

"Shit sorry." He apologized again as he removed his hands. He took in her muddy clothes.

"This will sound so creepy, but can I drive you to my trailer to get you new clothes? I feel awful." Eddie smiled as she laughed.

"It is super creepy, but I also don't want to babysit in these clothes." So she agreed and they rode off to his trailer. Only to connect the dots that Max was right across the way.

"Here! It's just an old shirt and some sweatpants." Eddie said as he handed Y/N the clothes.

"Do you want me to drive you to the trailer you need?" Eddie asked as they stood at his front door.

"It's actually just right there so I can walk. Thank you, what was your name?" She asked.

"Eddie Munson, and you?" He asked as he held out his hand.

Max eyed Y/N as she walked in covered in mud and clothes in her hand.

"What happened to you?" Max asked as she got off the couch.

"Slipped in mud, but I got new clothes so gonna change!" Y/N said she walked into the bathroom, with a smile on her face.

~~~

A month passed and Max was preparing to give up. No matter what she did, she never got Eddie and Y/N in the same room.

"Why can't you come tonight again?" Max asked, Y/N walked beside her down the hallway.

"I've got a date, but your mom is staying home," Y/N explained.

"Where is the date? I've got a guy for you and I bet he's way better than whatever loser you picked yourself."

"Rude, he is not a loser. I appreciate in a weird way that you want to set me up, but I'm fine. We are going to the movies."

"Dustin, I can't! I'm going to the movies for a date." Eddie sighed as he searched for an outfit to wear.

"Waste of time, bro. I've got the perfect girl for you. Just cancel, then come be my wingman at the diner then I'll set you guys up!" Dustin argued.

"First, I am way too old to be your wingman. It's creepy. And second, this girl is hot, I'm not ditching."

"Come on dude! You are my only ride and my mom said I needed a babysitter. Steve is working so please?"

"She's here, see ya," Dustin said as he ran to an empty booth with his date.

Eddie picked a seat where he could see the back of Dustin's head.

He smiled when Y/N took the seat across from him, blocking Dustin.

They dived into a conversation and the time flew by in seconds.

Dustin said goodbye to his date and walked over to Eddie, he noticed Eddie was alone.

"Stood up?" Dustin mocked as he pointed to the empty seat.

"Bathroom, now beat it," Eddie said, but Dustin sat down instead.

"I've got nowhere to go, you are my ride." Dustin shrugged, grabbing a fry from the plate in the middle of the table. "Plus, my girl would be so much better for you."

Max walked into the diner, and her mom drove her to pick up dinner. She waited near the counter as she waited. She gasped when Y/N walked out of the bathroom.

"What are you doing here? I thought you had a date?" Max asked, her arms crossed.

"I do! We changed it to her because he had to babysit." Y/N explained.

"Babysit? Can't get a real job?" Max mocked and rolled her eyes.

"Watch it. I'm a babysitter." Y/N declared as she glared at the younger girl.

"Is he still here? I want to meet him so I can prove my guy is better."

Y/N sighed but agreed, walking Max to the table.

"Dustin?"

"Y/N?"

Eddie looked between them confused, "you two know each other?"

"How the hell do you know her?" Dustin spazzed as he looked at Eddie with huge eyes.

"EDDIE IS THE GUY!" Max squealed, and Y/N was confused about her showing a positive emotion.

"What is going on?" Eddie and Y/N asked at the same time.

After Dustin and Max explained their sides, they left the couple alone. Dustin walked Max out to her car, killing time until Eddie was ready to leave.

"I so did that." Dustin bragged, he nodded in improvement as Eddie slid his arm around Y/N as they walked out.

"They didn't even know you were trying to set them up, plus she met him because of me!" Max argued

"No, she did not!" Dustin fought back.

"Yes huh!"

"No huh!"

"It's kinda cute they wanted us together so much," Y/N said, walking out of the diner.

"I'm surprised Dustin thought I was in your league." Eddie chuckled, his arm still over her shoulder.

"I'm surprised you'd even like a cheerleader," Y/N replied.

"When they look like you? Yeah, I like the cheerleader." Eddie teased, but his heart raced as she laughed and swatted at his chest.

He might have to give Dustin a praise for this.

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alilarew23 · 1 month

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the law is always operating whether you’re experiencing what you want or not, so if you’ve been trying and trying and trying for months and all you’re experiencing is your own trying (and probably frustration/exhaustion), it’s time to stop.

before you throw hands, don’t worry, i’m not gonna tell you to give up on what you want. you’re meant to have it, you already do have it, you just need to operate from the state of fulfilled desire. so, let me help.

your “biggest” desire(s) materialized 30 minutes ago. you were fUcKiNg StOkEd, as you should be 🤭, powerful one, and then the excitement settled, and now you feel……………….

normal?

oop, yeah, all the manifesting stress skress is gonzo.

you no longer “have to” affirm or listen to subs or do SATS or any of that other stuff.

and of course you’re thinking about whatever you manifested, but instead of thinking of it as ~~~out there~~~ it’s now……………..

in your physical realm.

(which is still just consciousness, but whatever).

point is, you’re thinking about it like it’s here.

which it has been all along.

so, tell me, truly, what are your thoughts?

i love (SP) so much. i’m so relieved we are back together.

fuck i really needed that 1,000 bucks. now i can pay rent/put it toward buying my dog.

jk just manifest the dog lol. lord knows i’mma get my hound.

oooohhh baby! ya girl got hired, as she SHOULD. 💋 now it’s time to go get some fire office attire.

you get the idea. you’re thinking from your desire instead of of it.

that’s all that’s required to experience what you want!

so, do that. enter the state of fulfilled desire. whatever feelings/thoughts naturally arise are the “right” feelings/thoughts—because they’re natural, not forced—and otherwise, you just chill. live your life. be the coolest, kindest, most badass version of yourself.

and simply allow what’s already yours to materialize so fast.

now, you might feel a little fear at first, because there’s no way it can be this simple, but, 1) i promise it is this simple, and 2) it’s fine to feel fear. you can feel fear and still experience what you want! you can also look fear in the face and giggle because you know you’re the operant power, and, as within, so without, so like—what’s a silly mind-body sensation got on ya? nothing, that’s what. and, my favorite, you can transmute fear into excitement/gratitude.

but what if it doesn’t happen 😣😣😣 —> it already did happen! let’s goooooooooo 🤸🏻‍♂️

mmmmk. that’s what i’ve got for ya.

always here to help if you need it, but you probably need less help than you think you do.

you’re so goddamn powerful. know it. be it.

you want it? it’s done.

already written.

ALSO THIS POST DISAPPEARED FROM MY DRAFTS AND I WAS LIKE ABSOLUTELY NOT MY FOLLOWERS NEED IT I’M TURNING MY PHONE OFF AND BACK ON AND IT’LL BE BACK AND IT WAS. BLESS THE LAW. YOU’RE WELCOME.

muah.

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luveline · 8 months

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JADE!!! WE WOULD LOVE TO SEE ANOTHER SPENCER X BADASS GIRL!!! maybe its a quiet day and reader & spencer just chilling and joking around in their little world and the others just watching ahahah

thank you for your request babe, I would love to write more for this pairing if u have requests!! ♡ fem!reader

"What are they doing?" Emily asks, a fierce whisper that carries across the jet.

"I think they're flirting," JJ whispers back.

Hotch closes the case file in front of him. There's nothing left to do until they get home but sit here in each other's company. You and Spencer seem to have realised this before anybody else, shoulder to shoulder, a book in his hands. He's slouched with his leg crossed over his knee, taking up the majority of the couch. You seem content to take the brunt of his weight while giggling softly by his ear.

Hotch can't lie, he's genuinely startled by your behaviour. It's the total opposite of your usual affect.

"That's not flirting," Rossi says without looking up.

Hotch has to agree. You brush a stray hair from Spencer's shoulder and he doesn't so much as blush, turning the page to show you something particular. You lean in closer still, hand resting now on his shoulder.

That's not flirting, that's way beyond it. Spencer is practically in your lap, and you —wouldn't hug anyone on your birthday, didn't tell them where you were for four days when you had appendicitis until you were forced, cold, lone wolf you— look like you're about to cuddle him close and whisper sweet nothings in his ear.

You're in your own little world.

"I stopped expecting her to push him off twenty minutes ago," Derek says, as seemingly unbothered as Rossi.

"Don't tell me you knew about this," Emily says incredulously.

"They've been going on dates."

"They what?"

You laugh happily at Spencer's side, pointing at a specific line with the tip of your fingernail. "When asked, Moroscova said that the length of his stay was an act of perjury," you read.

Spencer laughs at your quotation, sharing a secret smile with you. "That haircut is an act of perjury."

Your eyes glow with a look Hotch knows well. Haley looked at him like that for years. "Thanks for reading this with me. I know I'm slow."

"You're not slow. I'm really fast. There's a difference."

It's the definition of young love, Hotch thinks, all those heartfelt reassurances disguised as brags, stolen touches, Spencer's knuckles stroking up and down your outer thigh.

He turns back to his book and you stare at the side of his face. It's a little heartbreaking. Hotch knows if things don't work out between you, you'll take it hard. Your affection for Spencer has always been in the silent things, undulating, until lately: you listen to him talk when nobody else has the patience, what must amass to hours and hours of stories and statistics; you defend him at every turn, in every precinct in every city; when Spencer has a hard time, you refuse to rest until he feels better. The case before this one, the unsub beat you across the face with the handle of his gun, and you leaned out of the ambulance with your eye glued shut to make sure Spencer got anaesthetic before his stitches. You look at him like he's hanging the moon in real time.

"Okay, that's too much," Derek says. Hotch detects a hint of brotherly affection in it, but mostly disgust.

You raise your gaze from Spencer's chest, the breezy smile playing on your lips flattening into a hard line. You send Derek your fiercest glare, him being the first in your line of sight, and Emily gets the shock of her life when you turn and narrow your eyes at her, too.

Emily smiles widely. "Hey, how's it going over there?" she asks.

"Why are you guys looking at me?" you ask.

"You can't guess?" Derek says.

"If I could guess, I wouldn't have asked."

Hotch gives you a disapproving look. Tone it down, Agent.

"I just wanna know what's so interesting," you say, leaning into indifference.

Spencer looks up from his book. "What?"

"Nothing," you say, your tone gentler in a capacity only profilers might notice. "Don't worry about it."

Spencer sits up and your eyebrows pinch down. Hotch wants to save it and he also doesn't get paid enough. Everything works out in the end, he thinks, not believing himself even slightly as he gets up to make a cup of coffee at the back of the jet. Your sullen tones hardly reach him through the curtain and over the sound of the hot water kettle, Spencer's puzzled reassuring even quieter.

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bountydroid · 6 days

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Darlin’

pt 2

Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x f!reader (right now there is nothing romantic, maybe in the future I am undecided.)

Description: After being captured by some cowboys, reader ends up in front of a ghoul and fearing for her life.

Notes: This is awful I apologize in advance. Please let me know what you think. This is just setting it up for the real story.

I sighed as I stumbled behind my captors. I am not even sure how you ended up in this situation. One day I woke up next to my fire surrounded by three cowboys, smiling menacing at me. Next thing I know my hands are tied and I am being forced to follow them everywhere. I heard them talking about a "last bounty" and rolled my eyes. I know their type, there is never really a last bounty.

It was night-time as we made our way to the graveyard, I was so tense you shuffled stiffly behind their leader as he tugged on the rope connecting the two of you.

"He's the best bounty hunter there is." Their leader rambles on. To be honest, I wasn't listening.

"How do we know which grave?" One of his companions asked.

"Well, Slim we look for the fresh one." He responded. "Dom Pedro has our friend dug up once a year. Cuts some pieces off and then puts him right back in the ground."

"That's awful," I mumble.

The four of us stop in front of the graveyard and see a cross with two bags of Rad-X hung above it. "Bingo." Their leader says.

"Shit." Slim replies. "You are telling me the supreme badass we're looking for is a godforsaken mutant?"

"Are you really going to let out a ghoul?" I asked, exasperated by the whole ordeal.

"Have some respec'!" Their leader interrupted. "That is your prospective coworker you's talking about Slim. And our ticket to a big payoff. And you -" He said turning around to me, "You's better keep your mouth shut. Who knows what he does with little girls like you? I imagine we will let him do whatever he likes." He growled.

"I thought you said you knew this guy?" His other companion asked.

"I said I knew of him. My pop worked with him once." He shrugged.

"Your pop?" His companion asked breathlessly. "How long's this asshole been moulderin' in the ground?"

"How do we know he's not feral?" Slim asked, obviously afraid.

"That is why we brought our little friend." Their leader said as he pulled out a cage with a chicken in it from behind his poncho. "A feral ghoul can't abide a chicken. If he goes for her, we kill him."

"Just like that?" I asked dryly. I knew this band of idiots barely stood a chance, and that this was likely where I would die.

"Shut up," Slim said before he grabbed a shovel and started to big. "Should make the bitch dig." He said turning to his friend who just laughed in response.

Some time later they finally had dug up the coffin. It was surrounded by chains, obviously keeping something strong within. I couldn't help the chill that ran up my spine. I looked over at the chicken tied to a stake and couldn't help but wonder, am I bait too? Is that why they brought me here?

The three of them watched with bated breath as they opened the coffin from afar, but I couldn't stand to watch and just kept staring down at the chicken at my feet. Their leader gave the rope tied to the coffin one last tug and it finally swung open.

A ghoul stumbles out of the coffin, groaning and coughing and cracking his bones. He obviously hadn't been let out in a long time. I couldn't help but feel bad for him. If he truly wasn't feral, then there was a person in there.

"Well well well." The ghoul finally spoke. "Why is this an Amish production of The Count of Monte Cristo or… just the weirdest circle jerk i've ever been invited to?"

I couldn't help the snort that escaped my mouth. His attention was then brought to me as I stood mostly hidden behind the leader of the gang.

After a brief silence, the leader started laughing as well, obviously trying to diffuse the tension. "Welcome back. I'm Honcho. Now you don't even know us-"

"No." The ghoul interrupted. "I do not." His gaze then moved down to the chicken. He slowly approached as he licked his lips in anticipation.

The four of us moved back in fear as he picked up the chicken.

"Does that count?" Slim asked. "Should I shoot him?"

"Would you shut the fuck up," Honcho responded. "We-uh, we got a proposition for you." He said as he moved his attention back to the ghoul. "A bounty came down. A huge one. Enough to be a last score for me and whoever's with me. Yeah. Now, somebody made a run from the enclave." He said pulling out a sketch of the bounty and his furry friend.

"Now what makes you think I'd give a good goddamn about that?" The ghoul asked, obviously not interested in the bounty.

It ain't where he's running from I figured you'd be interested in." Honcho said confidently. "It's where he's running to. That witch Moldaver in California. That's where you from ain't it?" He smiled. "Originally I mean."

The ghoul stared him down for a moment. "Now, what the fuck would you know about where I'm from?"

I tried to swallow but my throat was so dry from fear that it was painful. I slowly took a step back from Honcho. I could feel that this was going to go bad quick.

"Well that don't sound like gratitude, do it, boys? Honcho responded with a sour tone in his voice. "How about we put you right back in that hole so Dom Pedro can have his fun with you for the next thirty years?"

The ghoul smirked as he looked between the 3 cowboys, amused with Honcho's confidence. "Well, I'll tell you what boys, whenever somebody says they're doing one last job, that usually means their heart's not in it. Probably never was." He said as he kneeled back down to the chicken. "But for me? Well, I do this shit for the love of the game."

It was barely a second before he had his lasso around Honcho, easily pulling him off his feet and throwing him across the graveyard. I stumbled behind him a couple of feet before the rope he was holding came loose and I fell to the ground. I stayed down and covered my head as I heard gunshots and the two boys falling to the ground. I slowly looked up at the ghoul who was staring down at me with a blank expression before turning his attention back to Honcho.

"You are right, friend, about one thing. This right here? Was your last job." The ghoul said while aiming his gun at the cowboy. "My paycheck wasn't quite what you expected, but, well you know what they say. Us cowpokes.."

"Wait! The girl! I brought her for you! Thought you might be hungry." Honcho mumbled around the rope in his mouth. I was barely able to understand him, but it looked like the ghoul did.

He stopped and turned around to look at me again. I stared back at him in horror, still on my stomach in the mud. "Well, that's no way to treat a lady." He smiled threateningly before turning back to his target, shooting the rope holding up his coffin, and watched as it dragged Honcho into the ground. "Us cowpokes, we take it as it comes." He finished.

Without a word he picked up his bag, threw it over his shoulder, and walked right past me.

I don't know what came over me at that moment, but I knew that I didn't want to be left alone. "Wait!" I said before I even knew what I was doing.

He stopped in his tracks but didn't turn around to look at me.

"I'll die out here on my own," I whispered. "I could lead you to the bounty. There is information that the idiots didn't share with you. I could help."

At this, he turned to look at me and crouched in front of my kneeling body. "I know exactly where I am going darlin'." He responded. "I don't need your help."

"But I do!" I said as I gave him the best puppy dog eyes I could muster as I held up my still-bound wrists.

He scoffed before looking up at the sky. "No." He said before getting up and walking away.

#fallout #fallout tv series #cooper Howard #cooper Howard x reader #the ghoul x reader #the ghoul fallout

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cobrabobra · 1 year

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"The beginning"

Carl Grimes x fem!reader

So, I never wrote anything for a fem!reader but I was in a mood to try something new. This contains: unprotected sex, breeding kink, a bit of degradation (words like whore and slut)

"Come on, Judy" (Y/N) grunted as she picked up the little girl. "Michonne's gonna take care of you now, okay?" she passed the baby to her stepmom.

Judith snuggled into Michonne's neck, her little arms clenching at the woman's shirt. Grimes girl was very sleepy, she'd been playing with her brother's girlfriend all day, she yawned as Michonne kissed her forehead and went upstairs.

"I think I'd make a great mom" she said as she turned to face Carl. She spoke confidently, hands on her hips, chin raised high. "And you'd make a great dad" a cute smile appeared on her face.

"You'd like that?" He asked, looking straight into her eyes.

"Like what?" She frowned, clearly confused.

"Like having a baby together"

"Of course! I know it's risky, but Alexandria's safe, it makes me think we could do it. And I could say I'm carrying Badass Carl's baby" her cute laugh made his heart warm and her words lit a fire in his abdomen.

He couldn't quite explain it, but the fought of (Y/N) being round with his baby, carrying his child under her heart, it made him think of how he would've had to fill her pussy to the brim with his seed to make this idea reality.

He tried to contain himself, but fuck, if the fought of his girlfriend's pretty face covered with tears as he came inside her for the nth time, made his cock hard.

"You okay? I was just joki-" she became worried when Carl's expression changed and his body tensed up.

He raised his head and their eyes met, his gaze predatory, hungry almost, like a wolf looking at it's dinner. Fuck, maybe he'd make (Y/N) his dinner, stretch her tight hole with his tounge before pounding into her like his life depended on it.

She swallowed harshly, she knew that look, she knew what it meant. It meant that she wouldn't be able to walk or talk for a week and that idea send chills down her spine. She suddenly found herself with her legs pressed together as a familiar warmth spread through her body.

It didn't take long for Carl to throw (Y/N) onto his bed and lean over her. His hands landed on her hips, his fingers dug into the soft skin living nail imprints, his mouth on her neck as he kissed and licked the tender flesh, breathing out dirty words.

"Carl" she moaned, her hands in his long hair, tugging the brown strands, encouraging him to go further.

He made himself comfortable between her legs, a brief squeeze of her thighs was all he had time for, if course there was no time limit, but Grimes knew that if he didn't do anything he'd explode.

"I know, I can't wait too" his voice was raspy, harsh almost and it sent chills down her spine as she squeezed him between her legs.

Carl's skilled hands wasted no time and slid down her pants and underwear. Normally, he loved to tease her through her panties for a while, watch as the material got wet with her juices and lap on it like an animal. But there was no time for this now, he brought his face closer and placed a couple of soft yet a bit rushed kisses on her abdomen while his fingers pinched the inner part of her thighs.

His kisses trailed down to her, already dripping, pussy, he brushed his nose against her clit when he went down even lower, to finally taste her addictingly sweet juices.

Her sweet whimpers railed him up even more, at this point he was lapping at her cunt like a starving man, desperate to get them both off.

"God, I'm going to fucking breed you like the little whore you are" he panted, his chin wet from her slick, his pupils dialated and his cock extremely hard. He fumbled with his belt, which definitely didn't help with his erection, he let out a loud, satisfied groan when his dick finally sprung free.

"Please... " she whined, needy and eager for some action, her pussy was throbbing with arousal.

"Please what? Are you asking me to breed you? To cum inside of you until you're round with my seed? With my child?" He licked his lips, still tasting her delicious slick. His fingers trailed up, to her clit and started to tease it, circiling with his thumb.

"Yes" she only manages to say, too horny to be able to get out anything else, her mind focused on Carl on his throbbing dick that she desperately wanted inside if her.

"Then beg for it" his beautiful blue eyes met hers, his gaze predatory, so dominating she swore she could cum just from looking into his eyes. "Beg for it, slut"

"Please, Carl, please, I beg you, fuck me, breed me" she panted, she almost hit her limit, and they haven't done anything yet. She will beg if she has to, everything to get Carl to finally fuck her.

"I'm going to stuff your tight, little hole with my cum, to the fucking brim" his cock brushed against her sensitive folds, (Y/N) had to fight the urge to pull him closer and slide his dick inside.

Grimes seemed to read her mind, because he pressed against her, slowly sinking in. She bit her lips until it almost bled, her toes curled as she dug her nails into his back.

"Fucking fuck Carl!" She clenched on the tip of his cock that was slowly pushing deeper and deeper inside. Sure, maybe she didn't have a lot of experience, but, fuck Carl had the biggest cock and the best technique imaginable. And the words that came out of his mouth, the way he teased her, it was like the most beautiful, moving poem ever written by a man.

"Fuck, you're so tight, so fucking tight for me. Clenching around my cock like you never want to let me out. You want this? You want me to breed you? Come on, say it" he nipped on her neck, sucked the sensitive flesh, eager to leave marks, to show everyone who she belonged to.

Usually Grimes was cautious and delicate, giving her time to get used to the stretch, but this time, his brain infected by pictures of (Y/N) with a round belly, her breasts swollen with milk, all because of him, he simply couldn't be patient. Good thing she didn't seem to be very patient either, the way she bucked her hips, told him she wanted to be fucked hard and she wanted it now.

He started to pound her like an animal in heat, like he'd die if he didn't move. Nothing else mattered, just destroying her little pussy and filling it with his cum. It was only them, nothing else mattered, nothing else existed, the whole world stopped.

(Y/N) moaned loudly when she felt her boyfriend's mouth on her breasts, sucking, bitting on the sensitive nipples. Carl turned into a starving animal in bed and she became his sex toy, thing to play with and use.

Her fingers scratched his back until it bled, the other hand in his hair, tugging on the brown strands as she felt herself closer and closer to cumming. She clenched on his cock, like she was begging him to finish inside her.

He seemed to get the message, because only seconds later he flooded her insides with his thick, hot cum. She closed her eyes and bit her lip as she felt a familiar feeling of orgasm wash over her.

The laid in a bed for a while, trying to catch their breath and come down for their high when Carl suddenly moved.

"Carl" she whined, surprised and extra sensitive.

"Oh, you're tired already? Baby, it was only the beginning"

#carl grimes x reader #twd x reader #carl grimes smut #carl grimes x you #carl grimes x y/n

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Bakugo with a Shy and Quiet

Girlfriend

Katsuki Bakugo x shy Fem! Reader (she/her pronouns)

Warnings: ridiculously long and for no reason, fluff, Bakugo swearing, protective, possessive Bakugo, Mineta being a perv, reader being a badass, reader gets beat up

AN: Starting off 2023 strong 💅This is an Anon request! I just want to say, I am not a shy person so this is me trying my best to write a shy reader 😅 I know Baku-bro is a fav so I hope I did him justice 😌

You’d always wanted to be a hero, ever since you can remember

Maybe it was the uniforms, maybe it was the fact that they saved people, whatever the reason you always adored heros

So when you were accepted to the prestigious U.A. High you were so excited

Your quirk was quite useful when it came to hero work

You see, you were able to see thought solid items, useful for everything from finding lost pets to locating victims during natural events

You had a lot of control over your quirk, being able to turn it on and off at will

You also were extremely athletic, with exceptional fighting skills

However one thing you struggled with was your extreme shyness

It wasn’t that you never talked but you just never felt comfortable speaking up

You often kept to yourself, too shy to initiate conversations with others

So when you were placed in class 1-A, you were a bit nervous

Everyone seemed so outgoing and confident and you just didn’t seem to fit it

“Hi there!! You must be Yn!” A voice sounded as you jumped as a pink haired girl stood in front of you

You blushed, smiling a little and nodded

“Wow you are so cute!! My names Mina, it’s so great to meet you!” She said extending her hand for a greeting

“Mina calm down! You’re going to scare her!” A voice boomed as you again jumped

“Boy you sure are a jumpy one,” Mina giggled as a tall redhead came besides her

“Hi there, I’m Kirishima! It’s super nice to meet you!” He said as you smiled again

“Dang what’s everyone doing over here?” A yellow haired boy said, continuing the circle of people now surrounding your desk

“We are just talking to Yn!” Mina cheered as the yellow haired boy smiled at you

“I’m Denki Kaminari, it’s super nice to meet you!” He said as you smiled again, eyes looking down at your desk

“OI SHITTYHAIR!” a voice boomed from behind the wall of people as you squeaked in surprises

A blonde haired boy came besides Kirishima as you stared at him, his eyes narrowed on the group in front of you

He was a little taller than you, hair spiked up all over the place, and he was super cute

“Bakugo chill out what’s wrong now?” Kirishima asked, smiling at Bakugo

“Why is everyone standing around my desk?! Go sit in your own!” Bakugo growled

“We aren’t around your desk explosion boy, we are talking to Yn!” Denki added as Bakugos head snapped to you

You 👉🏻😐😳

Bakugo studied you, eyes narrowed on your face

You avoided his penetrative stare, eyes averting every which way

“Whatever, go to your own desks!” Bakugo said, sitting down next to you as you stiffened and sat quietly

During class, you’d occasionally glance at the stoic blonde

His profile was perfect, everything from his hair to his chin was incredible

At one point, you turned to steal a quick glance and we’re met with a pair of red eyes glaring back at you

“Is there something wrong?” Bakugo said as your eyes widened and you viciously shook your head, turning back to your work and hiding your face

You were so embrasshed that he had caught you looking at him that you literally wanted to cry 😩

However Bakugo thought it was rather amusing

A small smirk grew on his face when he saw how red your face turned

He thought you were rather cute, with how shy you were

You were really one of the only people he could actually stand being around, your presence light and calming to him

At first, he didn’t think of you as much more than a classmate

That was until he first heard you speak

“Alright YN, let’s talk about your quirk today. Why don’t you share with everyone your speciality,” Aizawa asked as you gulped

Everyone turned to look at you as you quietly stood up, playing with your fingers as you spoke

“Umm well, I can see through objects and ummm well it can be very useful for ummm locating victims in things like earthquakes or collapsed buildings,” you say shyly as everyone watches you

“Thank you YN, you can sit down now,” Aizawa added as you quickly sat down, flustered by having to speak in public

After class, you stood up, ready to leave when an agitating, grating voice hit your ears

“Well hello there gorgeous,” Mineta spoke as you quickly turned, avoiding his gaze, “I was just wondering if you could use your X-ray vision to see though things other than buildings?”

You looked at him, confused 🫤

“Umm yeah, I can see thought pretty much anything if I want,” you said as Mineta smirked

“Does that include clothing?” He grinned as you froze

Honestly, why out of my way Yn, I’ll punch him on your behalf 👊🏻

“Umm well- umm no I don’t-”

“HEY FREAK!” a voice growled from behind you as you jumped a little, the atmosphere changing as you felt someone come behind you

You turned to see Bakugo standing behind you, his body stiff and his eyes narrowed on the little jerk in front of you

“What the hell do you think your doing? Leave her alone before I blow your ass clear into outer space!” He said as you watched the blood drain from Mineta’s face

“I was just talking with her, she has a very interesting quirk,” Mineta said

Meanwhile, the entire peanut gallery is watching your interaction like 👉🏻👀🍵🍿

“You were just being a perv and you messed with the wrong girl! Now back off!” Bakugo snarled as Mineta slowly backed away

“Umm thanks Bakugo,” you manage to squek out quietly as he walks away

“Whatever,” he says walking past you and out the door

You sigh, following him out the door as the peanut gallery reflects on the situation

“Have you ever seen Bakugo act like that?” Kirishima probes

“Never!” Denki adds as Mina nods

“Do you think-” she adds as the other two smile back at her

Oh they DEFINITELY think 😏

Back at the dorms, you begin making yourself a cup of tea when Midoriya and Todoroki greet you

“Hey Yn!” Midoriya says as you smile back, stirring your tea

“Hey,” you say shyly as the two stand close

“We were wondering if you could help us study for the test coming up? We know you are pretty smart in the subject and we are having a bit of a rough time,” Midoriya asks

“Oh umm- I mean I’m not really that smart but I can’t try,” you say, smiling back at them

Meanwhile 👀 a certain boy is watching from a distance

A totally not jealous blonde haired boom boom boy

He’a definitely not jealous tho, let’s make that clear

He’s just clenching his fists while those damn nerds talk to you, getting WAY too close to you

But he’s not doing it out of jealousy oh no way 🙃

He watches as you talk with the two, icy hot getting a little too close for his comfort

The final straw happens when you accidentally back up, bumping into the side of the ledge

And of course, that damn icy hot is there to steady you

He stomps up to you, staring straight at you

“Oh hi Kacchan!” Midoriya says as Bakugo storms up

“What the hell are you two bothering her for?” Bakugo growls as Todoroki and Midoriya study him

“We were just asking Yn to help us study, it’s not big deal,” Todoroki added as you watched their interaction

“Yeah well don’t!” Bakugo spat, his volume now attracting the attention of many of the students

The entire class 1-A is all about this drama

“Uhh Kaachan,” Midoriya starts to say before Todoroki interrupts

“YN said she would help us so we are going to study now. Come on Yn!” He says, grabbing your hand and tugging you towards the study areas

Oop 😶

“I’m coming with!” Bakugo adds as Midoriya just stands there

“Kaachan you just told me earlier you wouldn’t help me study,” he added as Bakugo stomped after you and Todoroki

“Shut up you damn nerd!” He shouted

The entire study session was a bit awkward to say the least

Bakugo sat on one side of you while Todoroki sat on the other, just glaring at each other the entire time

Both you and Midoriya were hella uncomfortable as you tried your best to help the boys

“YN thanks so much for helping us! We really appreciate it,” Midoriya said as you smiled and nodded

“You nerds still don’t get this stuff,” Bakugo scoffed as Todoroki glared

“Well we would if you’d let Yn have an inch of space to explain anything!” He gritted out and Bakugo snarled back

“Ok well this was fun,” Midoriya interrupted :D, “but I think we should get going!”

He grabbed Todoroki and began to tug him out the door

“Thanks again YN, we really appreciate it!” He shouted as he pushed the other boy along with him

Bakugo glared as the boys left, sitting next to you as you stared down at your notes

“Come on, let’s go get something to eat,” Bakugo said, grabbing your notebook, book and holding onto your hand

Your eyes widened at his sudden forcefulness

He paraded you thought the corridors, glaring at anyone who DARE say anything to him or you

“Well dang, he really does like her,” Kirishima said as Denki and Mina nodded, watching probably the oddest couple they have ever seen walk though the halls

After that day, Bakugo always stood close to you, seeking you out whenever he could

He barely spoke to you, a wordless nod here and there as he waited for you to pack up

Your relationship with Bakugo was rather an odd one

You found comfort in sitting next to him, studying or watching TV

Eventually he would open up a bit and you would as well

You found him visiting your room often, brining you meals he cooked

“Thanks Karasuki,” you’d say as he blushed

He had been wanting to ask you out for a while now but this was completely new territory for our precious explosion boy

“Uh YN, how would you like to go on a walk with me?” He said, rubbing the back of his head

“Uhh sure,” you said shyly, grabbing your cardigan and following him

You walked around campus, feeling secure within the confines of U.A.

When suddenly, he just blurted it out

“YN I like you!” Bakugo shouted as you froze, your head turning to look at him

“Umm I like you too Katsuki,” you blushed back

“Would you consider being my girlfriend, I mean you don’t have to or anything-”

“YES!” You shouted as Bakugos eyes widened in your direction

Damn Yn, chill the whole campus is going to hear you 🫣

Your eyes shot open as Bakugo smiled and chuckled to himself, “you’re such a nerd but you’re my nerd.”

He grabbed your hand and walked you back to the dorms

After that night, Bakugo was always by your side

Every chance he had, he would seek you out, sometimes finding you studying or quietly reading a book

He adored watching you as you silently went about your business, never making waves or doing anything unnecessary

When it came time for individual studies, Bakugo was nervous

Now, he knew you could handle yourself out there

He had seen you fight and seen your skills first hand

But still, he worried about his sweet, shy girlfriend

“YN be careful ok?” He said before kissing your forehead as you turned to leave

“Getting a little soft aren’t we Kaachan,” Midoriya gushed as Bakugo snapped his head towards him

“DEKU YOU NERD IM GOING TO BLOW YOU UP IF YOU DONT GET OUT OF HERE!” He shouted as you smiled

“Katsuki, I’ll be fine. I can do this,” you said as he smiled and nodded

However that night, you found yourself regretting those words

“Alright girly give it up and surrender!” A man shouted as he kicked you in the ribs

Your partner was unconscious and down and you had been knocked on the ground

A false call had come in, trapping both you and your pro mentor in a dangerous position

“Ugh get off of me!” You whined as another kick was delivered to your stomach

“Katsuki, help me,” you whined before your vision went blank

Bakugo paced back and forth as he watched the clock

You were 10 minutes late, you were never just 10 minutes late

“Bakubro chill dude! YN is fine!” Kirishima said as Bakugo sneered at the redhead

“YN is a very competent individual and she’s with one of the best pros in the city,” Todoroki added as Bakugo glared in his direction

“This happens sometimes, being a hero isn’t exactly a 9 to 5 job,” Aizawa interrupted as Bakugo looked at him

“She’s never been late without letting me know,” He said, practically running a hole in the floor

“Bakugo-” Aizawa said as his phone began to ring

“Hello? Yes this is he,” Aizawa said as his voice went silent

“Ok where is she? Do you know where they are? Yes she’s one of my students,” he said as Bakugo took three large strides, standing in front of his teacher

“What the hell is going on?” He growled as Aizawa tried to listen

“Yes I know where that is, send as much backup as you can and I’ll meet you there,” he said before hanging up his phone and turning on his heel

Bakugo ran in front of him, blocking his way

“That was about YN wasn’t it? Where the hell is she?” He shouted

“She was captured along with her mentor in the abandoned toy factory by the river,” Aizawa said as he ran past Bakugo and the others

His classmates watched as Bakugo began to seethe

“Bakugo, you need to calm down,” Mina said, slowly approaching him

“Yeah the pros will get her and she will be fine!” Denki added

However, Bakugo wasn’t listening.

He suddenly stormed out of the school, blasting himself towards the direction of the abandoned factory

“Well crap,” Mina said as she watched him blast away

“Rock, paper, scissors for who has to chase him?” Kirishima said looking at Midoriya

Bakugo was gone, blasting himself as fast as he could towards you

“That idiot! I knew I should have went with her!” He growled as he approached the warehouse

Meanwhile, you slowly came out of your unconscious state, body hurting everywhere as you saw the group of men talking

“So who do we kill first? The little girl or the pro?” He said

“I don’t know, she’s kind of a cutie, maybe we should hold her hostage for some money,” one said as you grimaced at the thought

Suddenly you heard a loud blast, managing to cover yourself quickly as wood flew everywhere

“Not today!” Bakugo screamed as he blasted everything in sight

Seriously someone should probably warn him about that temper of his

“Katsuki,” you whined our as Bakugos eyes flew to yours

He raced over to you, grabbing you up in his arms, “we have to get you out of here!”

“No! Take them first, they are really hurt!” You said as Bakugo shook his head

“YN we don’t have time for this!” He growled as you squirmed in his arms

“I said let me go Katsuki! Take them first!” You said as Katsuki grit his teeth and sore under his breath

“Damn woman! What the hell is wrong with you?” He said, setting you down and grabbing your mentor before blasting out

The fire, started by our favorite boi 💅, was now raging around you

You managed to get to your feet, going to the two men who had held you hostage and hoisting one of them up

“What the hell? YN where did you go?!?” Bakugo yelled as you shouted for him through the flames

“Katsuki help me!” You shouted as he found you helping the criminals

“YN come on! This place is going down!” He shouted, “nows not the time to play hero!”

“Im not playing hero Katsuki and I’m not letting them die!” You screamed as Bakugo balled his fists up, grabbing the other man he had beat to a pulp

“God I liked it when you were quieter!” He scratched out as you both managed to break through the doors, exiting to lights flashing

You collapsed as Bakugo set down the other man, running to grab you

“YN! YN stay with me!” He said before you blacked out

A few hours later ⏳

You winched as you awoke, the pain in your ribs excruciating

“Don’t move Yn, I need a little more time to heal you,” recovery girl said as you laid back

Bakugo stood, leaning against the wall as he scowled at you

You hoped recovery girl would take a few days at this point to heal you, giving Katsuki enough time to forget any of this happened

“…and we are done!” She said as your eyes widened, knowing there was no way that you would ever escape this room without a lecture

Recovery girl left as Katsuki continued to glare at you

You 👉🏻👀😗 🎶

Bakugo 👉🏻😠 Yn-

You 👉🏻 🫡

Suddenly Bakugo closed the gap, his lips slamming onto yours as you squeaked a little

He pulled back, still glaring at you, “don’t you ever and I mean EVER, do that again nerd or I’ll blow your ass up!”

You smiled at him, his eyes softening a little bit

“Stop being such a hardass on your girlfriend bakubro!” Kirishima said from the door as Mina, Denki, Midoriya and Todoroki watched on

“Get the hell out of here before I kill you!” Bakugo snarled as you giggled

You sure caught yourself a good one Yn 🥰

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justfandomwritings · 2 years

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Fearless, Guiltless (Eddie Munson)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Harrington!Reader

Word Count: 8.1k

Warnings: 18+, Smut, p in v, oral, fingering

Summary: No one knew or saw what changed (Y/n) Harrington her freshmen year, but when she showed up to school with a leather jacket, an I-don't-give-a-fuck expression, and a take-no-prisoners attitude everyone was way too scared to question it. She was the Undisputed Queen of Hawkins High, and she ruled everyone with an iron fist... with one exception.

Author's Note: Reposted because I fucked up, totally my fault with the tags y'all my bad. There will be a part two to this, but you can treat this as a standalone if you like, or you can treat part two as a standalone. Or read together.

“Please (Y/n), we’ve asked everyone. Even Steve said no.”

“You do realize tonight is the championship, right? Why would I ditch?”

(Y/n) lounged back, her elbows propping her up on the bleacher behind her. Her eyes were a mixture of doubtful and exasperated. The two freshmen standing in front of her could not have looked more scared and desperate if they tried, which was saying something. She had literally faced down monsters from another dimension with these two nerds, and now they were standing in front of her, on the verge of panic, looking for someone to play a boardgame with them.

Mike seemed to stop and think for a second. He really didn’t have a good excuse. She was literally the last person he and Dustin had thought to ask, and for good reason.

“B-Because you owe me one for saving your life in Starcourt,” Dustin blurted out from behind Mike.

“Y-Yeah!” Mike pointed at his friend. “You owe Dustin.”

(Y/n) raised an eyebrow in what had to be the most condescending expression Mike or Dustin had ever been on the receiving end of. For a moment, they both considered cowering. She could be so much scarier than the Mindflayer when she wanted to be.

(Y/n) Harrington was the undisputed Queen of Hawkins High all four years of high school. She had the intimidating, awe-inspiring air of someone who was better than everyone else at everything all of the time, and she knew it too.

On the first day of high school, Mike and Dustin had seen her tell the meanest bullies in school to fuck off and that the two of them and Max were off limits. Crawling through air vents in Starcourt, Dustin watched her spit in the face of a Russian spy literally planning to torture her to death. The whole party had witnessed her one-handed pump a shotgun and point it into a hoard full of interdimensional demodogs. All without batting an eye.

Being badass, Dustin hypothesized to Mike one day after watching (Y/n) chill the entire basketball team with a single glare, must be a Harrington thing. She was fearless.

“I owe you?” She questioned.

The boys looked back and forth, nerves kicking in as they began to seriously doubt their answer.

“So let me get this straight,” She pushed herself to her feet, hands going straight to her hips. Mike and Dustin both took two steps back. “You want to cash in literally saving my life for me playing D&D with you tonight?” She waited expectantly for the answer and was met with a nod from both boys. “That seems like a fair trade to you?”

Before either of the two could answer the very obvious question that no, in fact, this was the dumbest thing they could cash in saving her life on and that they could easily get so much more for that, there was a long whistle.

Coach Sandhurst was calling the girls in for practice. “Fine,” (Y/n) turned around and started stuffing Steve’s jacket and her snacks back in her gym bag. “If your stupid game’s that important to you, I’ll be there, but get off the field. I have to get back to practice.”

(Y/n) grabbed her pompoms and shoved past the two boys.

Mike and Dustin didn’t immediately process what (Y/n) had just agreed to. They stood there for several seconds watching her back as she jogged off to join the rest of the squad on the practice field.

“Did she just… Did we just…” Dustin spluttered.

The Captain of the Cheer Squad, Undisputed Queen of Hawkins High, Hawkins Royal Legacy, (Y/n) Harrington was ditching the district championship basketball game to join their D&D campaign. This was, without a doubt, the coolest thing that could ever happen to them at this school. Only they couldn’t brag about it to anyone because no one would ever believe it.

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“You’re ditching the game to play Dungeons and Dragons with the Hellfire Club?” Chrissy repeated in a whisper under her breath, like it was a conspiracy.

“Yeah, yeah,” (Y/n) leaned over to check and make sure she couldn’t see any feet poking out under any of the stall doors. Assured they were alone, she locked the bathroom door. “Look, I owe that freshman, Dustin, a favor, and it’s a pretty big one. And he’s chosen to cash it in today.”

Chrissy hopped up on the sink counter, swinging her legs back and forth off the floor. “What kind of favor could you possibly owe him that would be big enough to miss the championship game?”

(Y/n) was almost tempted to tell her. Chrissy and (Y/n) were almost friends.

In truth, (Y/n) wasn’t really friends with anyone at Hawkins High. She used to be, back in freshmen year, but that was a long time ago. She still hung around the popular kids out of habit, and because none of them asked questions, but she wouldn’t call any of them friends. They put up with her because she was quite simply too popular and powerful not to be in good with. They would all call her their friend, but none of them were dumb enough to believe it.

Chrissy was the exception. She played the popular, pretentious, preppy cheerleader well, but underneath it all she was surprisingly caring. Almost caring enough that (Y/n) wanted to be her friend, almost caring enough that she wanted to be honest with her.

Almost.

“Some shit he did for my brother that I got roped into,” (Y/n) dismissed, “Look, will you cover for me?”

Chrissy smiled, “Of course, but Patrick won’t be happy.” Chrissy winked, “He was looking forward to seeing you on the sidelines.”

(Y/n) rolled her eyes, and Chrissy laughed. Patrick was a nice enough guy by basketball team standards, but really? She didn’t want anything to do with Hawkins High’s basketball team, or any of the guys at Hawkins High for that matter.

“Come on, you have to give someone a chance. You at least need to get laid.”

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“Steve, I wish you would keep your damn kids in line.” (Y/n) huffed as she jumped up on the counter of the video store.

She had walked straight to the store after school, huffing most of the way. A couple of the girls had offered her a ride there, but she refused claiming the air would help her feel better. Chrissy had helped her set up faking sick for the game that night. Chrissy vouched for her with the coach that her head was hurting again and that she looked like she was about to pass out, which wasn’t entirely untrue.

“What did the brats do now?” Steve asked without looking up as he continued opening returned VHS boxes to ensure their contents matched the covers.

(Y/n) laid herself back across the counter and closed her eyes with a huff. “They’re making me play D&D tonight.”

That made Steve pause. “Y-you’re playing… D&D?” He was fighting the urge to start laughing. (Y/n) didn’t need to open her eyes to know it. The amusement was oozing out of his voice.

“Don’t laugh at me. That twerp you adopted cashed in saving my life for his stupid game.”

Steve did stop laughing. Immediately.

Steve felt a lot of responsibility for what happened that night; (Y/n) knew it. She’d told him a thousand times, a thousand different ways, that there was nothing else he could’ve done differently. But it never seemed to ease his big brother instinct. He always felt like he was the one that owed Dustin not her, for doing what he couldn’t.

“Ok,” Steve slammed the top VHS box closed. “I’ll do it. Where is this game of theirs?”

(Y/n) rolled her eyes and sat up, “Don’t be ridiculous I already told them I would.”

“Yeah, but you are actually cheering in the game, and I owe them just as much as you for what happened. So,” he stubbornly crossed his arms, “Where are they playing?”

(Y/n)’s lip turned up in a slight smile, and she patted Steve on the arm. Always the big brother. “Thanks Steve, but it’s too late. I’ve already played hookie with Chrissy for the game. You can’t get out of your date.”

“Hey! I don’t need to get out of my date; she’s great. It’s gonna be…” He trailed off at the doubtful expression on his sister’s face. She was the reigning Queen of Hawkins High. The rumor mill for all of Hawkins ran straight through her ears. “What’s wrong with her?”

“Nothing, Nothing,” (Y/n) sat up and raised her hands with an innocent expression that didn’t match the wicked gleam in her eye. “Just a funny rumor I heard about her and an ex she wants to make jealous.”

Steve huffed and turned back around to start sorting tapes again.

If she thought Steve actually liked his date, (Y/n) would’ve broken the news more gently, but she knew he didn’t and watching her brother whine about a girl using him the same way he always used them was going to be deeply amusing, at least for the next hour before he got over it and moved onto the next beautiful woman that walked through the door.

“So,” Steve cleared his throat. “Do you need a ride then? You can’t carpool with the squad if they think you’re sick.”

“No, it’s ok. I’ll walk there. You have that date to worry about. Besides, I think they’re starting a bit before the game.”

“You can’t walk back. It’ll be way too late.” Steve dismissed.

“I’ll hitch a ride with someone. Don’t worry about it.”

“Do you even know anything about D&D?” Steve asked, turning back to her and crossing her arms. He looked as doubtful of her now as she had of him seconds ago talking about dates. “They play with Eddie the Freak; he’s pretty unforgiving from what Dustin says.”

Now that was a problem (Y/n) could not easily dismiss, and she really didn’t like the idea of losing.

(Y/n) huffed. “Not really, I’m probably gonna make a fool of myself, which is gonna suck. Those nerds will be…” (Y/n) was about to respond when a chime went off at the front of the store, and she turned. A chime that sounded a lot like salvation to her.

“Erica!” (Y/n) jumped off the counter. Erica Sinclair was walking into the video store with her mother in tow. “Hi Mrs. Sinclair,” (Y/n) beamed at the adult, “Do you mind if I talk to Erica for a moment?”

“Oh sure, sweetie, good to see you again, (Y/n),” Mrs. Sinclair smiled, “I’ll be over in the family section Erica.”

Erica waved goodbye to her mother with a smile and a perfectly innocent expression before she turned on (Y/n), “What do you want?”

“I need you to tell me everything you know about D&D, and I’ll get Steve to swap out whatever movie you pick for one of the new Rated R releases.”

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“You brought me… the Princess?”

(Y/n) crossed her arms over her chest. She felt like she was on trial here. Eddie Munson and his goonies were watching her with an almost predatory expression. They, the freaks and geeks of the school, were acting like she was the unworthy one in the room.

“This is a room for heroes and warriors not… girls playing dress up,” Eddie made a motion to the cheer outfit she was still wearing from practice earlier that day. His goonies laughed in agreement.

Heroes? Warriors? These guys thought they were the heroes. (Y/n) wanted to laugh. Her eyes caught Mike’s standing on her right, and he seemed to know exactly what she was thinking. His expression was clearly begging her not to say anything.

Eddie was fully squatting on his heels in the chair at the head of the table behind a screen Erica had told her marked him as the ‘Dungeon Master’ of the game. Erica told her this meant that Eddie controlled everything: the story, the world, the bad guys, the fights. For the most part, he decided what the players could and couldn’t do. He was basically God, and she was currently asking for permission to enter his kingdom.

Maybe this really was a worthy trade for saving her life.

“If you understand how to play then I’m sure it can’t be too complicated for me.” (Y/n) pursed her lips in a smile, squaring her shoulders up across from him.

Eddie raised an eyebrow and literally hopped off of his perch, swaggering over to stand an inch in front of her. His breath blew out across her face as he took up the challenge, “You think you, Hawkin’s prettiest little princess, can take on the Cult of Vecna?”

She may not really understand D&D, but this she understood. He was challenging her, trying to sniff her out for any signs of weakness. (Y/n) smirked. It had been a while since someone tried that. But she didn’t become Queen of Hawkins by riding Steve’s coattails. She became Queen of Hawkins by taking no shit, and never backing down.

(Y/n) dropped her arms and closed the last inch between herself and Eddie, going literally toe to toe, chest to chest, with the DM. Eddie didn’t seem to let it phase him any more than it phased her as her body pressed up against his, but there was a murmur from the other guys in the room; shocked that someone would challenge Eddie or intrigued by the current developments, she couldn’t tell. “I don’t think I can take it on; I know I can.” She made sure to breath the words out over his lips.

One of the goonies off to the side let out a quiet ‘oo’, that Eddie immediately shot him a glare over.

“And for the record,” Eddie’s eyes whipped back to her, as she touched a hand to his chest, “I’m not the Princess.” She gave him a hard shove, and Eddie stumbled back a step, catching himself on the edge of the game table. “I’m the fucking Queen.”

The other boys in the room didn’t hold back their sounds of surprise now. Behind her back, Dustin and Mike shared a look that said they knew they’d made the right call.

Eddie’s eyes trailed over her one last time. Pristine cheer uniform, expensive sneakers and a diamond bracelet, her brother’s old varsity jacket slung over her shoulder. She was a Harrington through and through. Everything she stood for was everything he hated.

And yet, for the first time, when Eddie looked at her, he didn’t see it. Maybe it was the fact that she was without her posse or her annoying older brother for once. Maybe it was that she had stepped up to his challenge without hesitation. Or maybe it was the fact that she was here at all, at Hellfire Club, that she had willingly stepped into his realm.

Something about (Y/n) Harrington just seemed different, better, more interesting, today than it had yesterday, and Eddie found himself seeing nothing more or less than the hottest girl in school confidently asking him if she could play D&D at his table.

Eddie pushed himself to his feet and smiled, “Well then, my Queen,” he gave a mocking bow, “let’s play.”

(Y/n) didn’t miss the little fire that seemed to light in his eyes.

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Everything she had with her she’d borrowed from Erica.

Steve had dropped her off at the Sinclair’s house when he got off work, and Erica had spent the better part of an hour helping her. The Rated R movie had sweetened the pot, but it was clear that Erica shared (Y/n)’s love of putting men in their place especially when it came to Lucas and his friends.

“When they ask, you’re going to be a bard,” Erica had shoved a character sheet in her hand the second she walked in the younger girl’s room.

“Okay, Am I supposed to know what that means?” (Y/n) asked, staring down at the piece of paper with a blank expression.

“It’s a kind of musician. Sit down. I’ll explain.” Erica climbed onto her bed and motioned for (Y/n) to do the same.

“First you need to know how to play. D&D has two main phases. Roleplaying and fighting.” Erica began a long, detailed explanation of the game. It was quite apparent in the first few minutes (Y/n) was there that Erica knew more about this than what she’d gleaned from her brother, like she always claimed. Erica liked D&D, played D&D.

Unfortunately, even with Erica’s help, fighting mechanics seemed to go straight over her head.

“Don’t worry. You won’t be doing as much fighting as a bard. You’ll mostly be backing up the party on whatever they need extra help with.” Erica explained when she saw (Y/n)’s confused expression as she got into different dice rolls. “Your play will be more roleplay based.”

“Okay,” (Y/n) hesitated for a second, “And how do I roleplay a bard?”

That brought a huge, shit-eating grin to Erica’s face that (Y/n) couldn’t decide if she found disconcerting or exciting. “How do you feel about flirting with a bunch of nerds till they’re eating out of the palm of your hand?”

Definitely exciting. (Y/n) grinned back. That she could do.

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“The rest of the party is unaware of where you’re being taken, and you can’t talk your way out of this one, I’m afraid,” Eddie remarked offhandedly as he moved pieces around on the board.

Eddie had led Mike, followed by (Y/n), right into a trap, an NPC guard the party had been trusting for weeks had betrayed them and was now carting them off to their certain death with the rest of the party none-the-wiser in a nearby tavern.

Eddie was clearly not pulling any punches. Erica had told her he probably wouldn’t, that he would probably be the type of DM who went balls to the walls to beat his players, that she would have to go all out to prove herself too.

(Y/n) raised her eyebrow, “Can’t I?” The boys’ eyes all flitted directly to her, Eddie’s head raising up from the board far more slowly. (Y/n) leaned her elbows on the table, resting her chin in her hands. “I proposition the guard.”

Eddie paused, contemplating the situation for a moment before he seemingly consents to see where this goes, “How?”

“Come on Eddie;” she batted her eyelashes, “surely, you’ve had a girl flirt with you before. You know how it works.” Jeff and Gareth snickered at her retort, but it did nothing to shake Eddie. He stared her down, unblinkingly, waiting to see what she would do.

Really, something about being behind that screen must’ve filled him with an unbridled sense of confidence. ‘God-complex’, (Y/n) could practically hear Erica whispering to her. (Y/n) would’ve thought it was kind of hot, if only it didn’t come from playing D&D.

(Y/n) quickly gave in to roleplaying this scenario out with Eddie, “I pull my legs through my chains so the chains are in front of me, and I unlace my corset and the top of my tunic. I make sure to make a raucous with the chains; lots of noise like something’s going horribly wrong back here.”

Eddie, again, ponders for a moment before acceding to this storyline. “The guard stops the cart and circles around to the doors to check on the noise.”

“I feign a heat stroke and lay down in the back of the cart, pulling my shirt open and fanning myself as much as I can with the chains on.” (Y/n) reaches forward and knocks her character piece over in the square designated for the cart so that it’s laying down. “And I say, ‘Please sir, some water, I think I’m in heat.’” (Y/n) mimes the fanning herself and pulls down on the collar of her cheerleading uniform, “‘I beg you.’”

The mechanics of the game were still far beyond her remit, but (Y/n) took to the roleplaying like a fish to water. She had spent her entire life living behind a mask of popularity and flirting with wholly uninteresting men just for brownie points. This was as easy as breathing.

Besides, flirting with Eddie in a game was at least a bit more interesting than flirting with the copy-and-paste guys on the basketball team. He was at least giving her a challenge, and he was certainly easy on the eyes.

“‘Please sir, I’ll do anything.’” Her voice got thick, sultry even, as she continued to beg the guard, beg Eddie, for assistance. She made pointed eye contact with Eddie as she exposed more of her chest beneath her uniform and pushed her hair back away from her neck feigning heat.

All of the boys’ eyes were darting back and forth between the DM and (Y/n). They were about an hour into this week’s session, and this was a new development indeed. They hadn’t expected this when they added a girl to the party.

None of them had ever flirted their way into or out of anything in D&D before. Sure, they’d talked their way out of things; they’d rolled plenty of persuasion checks. Sure, Eddie had presented them with hot girls they could take back to their bedchambers after a brawl and even the occasional fan of the adventuring party’s tales who was enraptured by them. But these were mostly things that made for amusing flavor text. They’d never actually flirted in game before. They were a group of awkward teenage boys, and even when Eddie proclaimed an NPC was a hot girl, it was still Eddie they would’ve had to flirt with and that just felt too odd to them.

Eddie’s head tilted down and he looked up at her through curtains of hair. “Roll persuasion,” Eddie watched her darkly, “with advantage.”

“Yes!” Mike fist pumped. “Way to go (Y/n)!”

(Y/n) dropped her hand from her chest, and her mouth slowly pulled back in a smile, still watching Eddie at the other end of the table.

Neither of them watched the dice as they left her hand, maintaining eye contact as they flew the length of the table. A cheer from the boys told them one of the numbers was high, and only that managed to break their stare down.

Sure, this was Eddie’s game, but she was going to win.

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The eruption of cheers outside wasn’t for the D&D game, but as she walked down the hall surrounded by Mike and Dustin and their friends gushing over how awesome she did for her first time playing, she couldn’t help feeling like it was.

“Do you need a ride, (Y/n)?” Mike asked, “Nancy is dropping Dustin off too since the game is over.”

The basketball game.

(Y/n)’s steps faltered for a second, and Mike and Dustin both paused and turned back to look at her. “Fuck, I can’t.” (Y/n) sighed and waved them on. “You guys go on. I ditched Chrissy and the squad; they can’t see that I wasn’t actually sick.”

“You sure?” Dustin asked, “Do you have a ride? Is Steve still here?”

“Yeah, course he is! I’m gonna head out the back and find him.” (Y/n) thumbed over her shoulder to the backdoors of the school. “No offense, but being seen…”

“We get it…” Dustin smiled and waved her off. “Thanks for coming, (Y/n); you were awesome.”

“Yeah! Thanks (Y/n)!” Mike shouted back.

(Y/n) waved and stuffed her hands in the pockets of her jacket. She stood there watching the boys exit out the front door for a second longer than was strictly necessary before turning back.

“Nerds,” she mumbled under her breath as she made her way through the hall to the back door.

“Yeah, they kinda are.”

(Y/n) didn’t jump, even though it surprised her. She whirled to face the voice, wrenching her hands out of their pockets and bracing her feet.

“Woah!” Eddie held up his hands with a laugh. “Just me. Don’t shoot.”

“Sorry,” (Y/n) relaxed. “Bit on edge I guess.”

Eddie snorted, “Who isn’t in this town?”

“True.”

“You, uh,” Eddie glanced towards the door, “heading back to the preps now? I’m assuming they won the game from all the screaming outside.”

(Y/n) shook her head, “Nah, just headed home.”

“Your, uh,” He kept darting back and forth between her and the door, “Your brother coming?”

(Y/n) shook her head, “He’s got a hot date, and I doubt he’s going straight home after the game, if you know what I mean?”

“Oh, need a ride?”

(Y/n) mulled it over. She’d been planning to walk; it would take about an hour but she could. Of course, if Steve’s date didn’t pan out, he would beat her home and be pissed she didn’t ask him for a ride. And she couldn’t ask anyone who went to the game because they were parked in the lot by the gym, and the squad would see her.

“I parked out by the baseball field,” Eddie rolled his eyes, “No one will see you getting in a car with the Freak.”

He hadn’t exactly hit the nail on the head about what was bothering her, but it didn’t hurt. “Sure, if you don’t mind.”

Eddie bowed theatrically and motioned for her to lead the way. “M’lady.”

(Y/n) rolled her eyes and stuffed her hands back in her pockets, walking ahead of him down the hall.

Eddie jogged to catch up and fall in step beside her. “So how did Henderson talk you into this? I wouldn’t have bet on a Harrington gracing us with their presence, but if I had it would’ve been Steve.” His tone was surprisingly teasing, not mocking for once.

“Steve had a date, and I owed Henderson one.”

“For what?” Eddie asked.

(Y/n) stayed silent for a moment. There was a story in place here, for this exact moment. Organized by the former directors of Hawkins Lab. But it was a little too close to the truth. Saying it felt like confiding in someone, in Eddie Munson of all people.

“Come on,” Eddie snorted, “It’s Henderson. It’s not like he helped you bury a body.”

(Y/n) sighed. “He was with me and Steve when the fire started at Starcourt.”

“Yeah, I saw the news the next day.” Eddie cut in, “That picture of Steve carrying you out of the mall was everywhere.”

The words on the police report fell out of her mouth in a well-rehearsed fashion. “Yeah, well, what you didn’t see was us getting separated in the chaos inside. I got trapped. Henderson’s the one who found me. He dragged me out of the wreckage. Steve only carried me to a medic.”

Eddie whistled, low and long. “So Henderson saved your life, so now you play D&D,” he gestured vaguely back down the hall in the direction the other players had gone.

The pair took a right, headed towards the back entrance near the fields.

Eddie didn’t immediately respond, and the silence felt rather deafening. She could practically feel him judging her. (Y/n) kicked her feet out a bit, scuffing at the linoleum floor. “Believe me I also know it’s not a fair trade. But D&D means a lot to him; he asked for my help. I delivered. That’s that.”

“You certainly did deliver.” Eddie chuckled, seemingly trying to lighten the mood, “Can’t say I’ve ever had a player pull their top down during a game, but I’m certainly not complaining that you’re the first.”

“You’re exaggerating,” (Y/n) quipped back with a smirk, “but next time I’ll be sure to tell Gareth to wear something with buttons. We’ll see who can do the better job seducing the DM with a strip tease.”

Eddie barked out a laugh. The back door was a few feet in front of them, and Eddie jogged ahead to grab it for her. Standing in the narrow doorway holding it open as (Y/n) turned sideways to pass through, Eddie leaned down, smirking again, and said, “You don’t need the game as an excuse to seduce me.”

(Y/n) paused in the doorway, looking up at Eddie. That cocky attitude again; it wasn’t just ruling the roost around his friends. “UGH,” it was getting to her.

“What?” Eddie’s brow furrowed at the sound, “I was just- ”

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(Y/n) grabbed a fist full of Eddie’s shirt and dragged him after her through the doorway, shoving him up against the brick wall outside the school.

“What are you…” Eddie’s question died in the air as (Y/n) smashed her lips into his.

This was, without a doubt, one of the dumbest decisions she’d ever made, but it had been so long, too long. And really, he didn’t seem like a freak, not that she would’ve mind a freak for her particular purposes.

Eddie seemed stunned for a moment, but the second his mind caught up, his hands went around her waist and dragged her against his chest. Flipping them around, he pinned her to the wall and returned her kiss.

There was nothing gentle or caring about the kiss. It was a kiss of pure, unadulterated desperation on both sides. (Y/n) wasn’t sure where his tongue ended and hers began. It was sloppy, messy, the kind of kiss you’d expect from two desperately horny high schoolers who had spent the entire night eyeballing each other across a six-foot-long table.

One of her hands stayed fisted in Eddie’s shirt, and (Y/n) ran the other hand up his chest and knotted it into his hair, tugging at the roots.

Eddie groaned as she pulled his hair, and he let her fingers pull his mouth from hers. “Are you sure you want to do this?” Eddie stared down at her with open, honest eyes, ready to stop the moment she gave the word.

“I’m the one that dragged you out here. Are you?” (Y/n) retorted hotly.

Eddie’s lips pulled back in a grin, “Fuck yes.” He dove back in, attacking her mouth with renewed fervor. Their tongues lashed at each other, a battle for dominance that (Y/n) was bound to lose at this angle. She felt like he was trying to devour her.

A knee pushed itself between her own, and she spread her legs to make room for Eddie’s thigh pressing up against her. One of Eddie’s hands left her waist, trailing slowly over her ass and down her thigh before hitching it up against his hip.

(Y/n) groaned into the kiss, and Eddie sunk his teeth into her lip in response, tugging at it playfully.

“Eddie, if I wanted to play games, I would’ve stayed in the D&D room.” (Y/n) ground herself down against the thigh between her legs.

Eddie chuckled and nuzzled his nose into her cheek, pressing his knee higher up to meet the movement of her hips. “Well, if I was going to fuck you against a wall I would’ve done it already.”

“Then where…”

“My van, now.” Eddie smacked her ass and pulled sharply away from her. Stuffing his hands in his pockets and meandering a couple steps back from the girl he’d left hot and bothered against the brick wall. “Can’t risk one of those pretty boy basketball players seeing you out here with me, now can we?”

(Y/n) wanted to growl, or maybe pounce on him; she wasn’t sure. But she collected herself as best she could and stood tall, marching past him towards his van at the back of the lot. “Why not? Maybe we could teach ‘em a thing or two.” (Y/n) snipped as she passed him.

Looping a finger in the chain attached to his belt, (Y/n) tugged Eddie along behind her.

There wasn’t enough force behind it to make him go, but Eddie chuckled and followed the pull at his waist until they reached his van.

Waiting expectantly at the back door for Eddie to open it, (Y/n) felt two arms over her shoulders, caging her in against the van as Eddie pressed his whole body against her from behind, “Maybe next time gorgeous,” he leaned in, whispering against her ear, “but for now you’re all mine.”

The van door on her right swung open and Eddie gave her another smack on the ass to climb up in, which she obediently followed.

(Y/n) was hit immediately with the thick stench of weed, but before she had time to process anything else, she was being pinned down on a pile of blankets in the back.

Eddie crawled up the floor of the van, pinning her down by straddling her hips. “The Queen and The Freak,” Eddie lazily trailed his fingers along the hem of her cheerleading top, toying with flicking it to reveal an inch of skin and then back down to cover her again. “Who would’ve thought?”

Before she could respond, Eddie chuckled to himself and leaned in, pressing his lips to hers. Eddie’s kiss was slower, far less urgent than hers had been against the school wall. It was still biting, still a battle of wills, fueled by their mutual lust and frustration, but the edge had been taken out of the whole situation. There was no question of where this was going, no point to get across, no doubts. They both wanted this.

God did she want this.

(Y/n) turned her head, craning her neck away from Eddie’s greedy lips to catch a breath of air. He traveled down to her neck, sucking and nipping as he went.

“Not much of a queen if you’re going to leave me hanging so long.”

Eddie bit particularly harshly at a spot where her throat met her collar bone, and (Y/n) fought to hold in a moan. “Oh don’t worry,” Eddie sat up and pushed himself down her legs. Flipping up the front of her cheer skirt, he slipped a finger under the band of her underwear, tugging them off her as he went, “I’ll treat you like a queen.”

Hooking his arms under her thighs, he draped her legs over his shoulder as he laid down between them.

The back of the van was pitch black, and even when she looked down, (Y/n) could only just make out the mane of long bushy hair. The van was off, and none of the lights by the basketball gym could reach the back corner lot where Eddie parked. In a way she knew what was coming, but she couldn’t see to know when or how.

Tilting her head back, (Y/n) closed her eyes and just felt. Eddie’s fingers brushed up the sides of her thighs, stroking back and forth over the soft skin slowly as he blew out a breath over her folds.

“Eddie,” (Y/n) was about to complain again, but his tongue cut her off, flattening and licking the length of her folds.

After so long, it felt so good to have someone taking care of her like this, to have Eddie licking her, touching her where she needed him most. She didn’t know him, never had a crush on him, hadn’t even really noticed him before that night, but goddamn she would’ve begged for his tongue to be on her if he’d wanted. She was absolutely desperate for him, not even in the fun teasing way, but in the manic unenjoyable way where she just needed someone absolutely immediately.

Eddie did not disappoint. His tongue stopped at the top of her folds and slowly circled her clit, sending her hips jolting up towards his mouth. One of Eddie’s hands stretched across her hips, holding them down against the floor of the van as he lapped rhythmically at her clit.

(Y/n) moaned loudly into the air and threw one arm over her face. The other hand went straight into Eddie’s hair, trying and failing to tug his mouth closer. He was touching her, touching her exactly where she wanted to be touched and it still wasn’t enough.

“Please Eddie, don’t tease me.”

“Hmmm,” Eddie hummed, continuing stroking her clit with his tongue in the process.

“Eddie, please,” she begged.

Eddie pulled his mouth off of her, which made her whine in protest. She wanted more, but that didn’t mean she wanted him to stop. “The queen, begging me, what have I done to deserve such a show of favor.” He was taunting her now. The fingers on his free hand were fluttering up the inside of her thigh, getting dangerously close to the place his mouth had just abandoned but not actually taking its place.

“Eddie,” she bucked her hips, but his arm held her back, “you can tease me next time. Please, just make me cum.”

“Next time?” She couldn’t see his face, but she could hear it in his voice, surprise.

“Next time,” She repeated.

She wasn’t sure if there would be a next time, but if he was as good as he seemed to be so far she certainly wouldn’t mind. The promise seemed to change something in his demeaner.

One of Eddie’s fingers brushed lightly over her clit making her jolt, but it kept moving down to her hole. She was wet, very wet, a mixture of Eddie’s mouth and her own arousal, and just thinking about how wet she was made her moan thinking about how it must be all over Eddie’s chin if only it wasn’t too damn dark in this van to see.

His finger probed at her entrance, slicking itself in her arousal and circling a few times before it slid in.

Even for only having one finger in, she was tight. It had been so long since she’d gotten laid, and she clenched around Eddie like vice. He left the first finger there as a second probed and then slowly joined the first.

Even before they began to move, she couldn’t help but moan quietly. “You really are desperate for me, my queen.” He whispered between her moans. “Don’t worry; I promised I’d take care of you.”

He started off slowly, dragging his fingers out and pushing them back in at an agonizing pace, but as (Y/n) began to whimper and squirm he picked up the pace.

She couldn’t form words for how good it felt, for how relieved she felt. Eddie’s fingers curled inside her, and she tugged hard on his hair as she let out another moan. Eddie was trying, trying very hard, to make her come undone.

His arm, holding her down, disappeared from across her hips, and Eddie wet his free fingers in the juice flowing out of her, dragging them up to circle her clit.

“Fuck,” (Y/n)’s hips bucked freely up into Eddie’s hand and his fingers slowed to a stop. He kept stroking her clit, but his other hand stayed firmly in place, angled into her, as he let her fuck herself on his fingers.

“Gorgeous,” He murmured, pressing a kiss into her thigh as she used him to pleasure herself, “Cum for me, my queen; I want to taste you.”

(Y/n) rolled her hips up with a loud moan, her rhythm stuttering as she felt the first wave crash over her.

Eddie picked up the slack, his fingers resuming their unforgiving pace fucking into her and his other thumb rapidly flicking her clit to extend the high. She was gushing out over his fingers, her entrance clenching and unclenching around his fingers without control.

She couldn’t describe the feeling. Like cold rain on a hot afternoon maybe, or a hot shower on a cold night. She wasn’t sure which. She had the sensation of momentary, utter ecstasy running down her body followed by a joyful peace.

Eddie’s fingers slowed as she came down, and he pulled them out of her with a wet noise. “Good work, gorgeous,” the hand that had been on her clit stroked her thighs as they trembled slightly from the aftershock of her first orgasm in a long time. His other hand, covered in her slick, went to his mouth, and he sucked at the fingers that had been inside her. “Mmm,” he groaned.

His hands went to either side of her as he lowered himself over her, “You taste amazing gorgeous. Next time we’ll draw this out a little longer, and I’ll get it from the source.”

Her hand was still in his hair as he’d moved above her, and she used it to drag him down into a kiss. She could taste herself on his lips, but she could taste herself even more on his tongue as it slipped into her mouth. She let him win this one. She was still coming down from the high, and she didn’t have the energy to fight him through this kiss. But she also felt like he’d earned it.

His tongue languidly stroked hers, and she felt, for a moment, like he was being almost caring. He was gentler, softer, and not just because he didn’t have to fight her. The teasing nips and bites were gone. He seemed to just enjoy the feeling of kissing her.

The thought occurred to her that she should return the favor.

(Y/n) reached down, fumbling at his belt and flinging it towards the back of the van when it finally came off. Her thumbs fumbled over the button at the top of his jeans a couple times before it came undone and she could finally yank his zipper down.

Her hand quickly dipped below waistband, reaching to take him in her hand, but Eddie caught her wrist before she could. “Next time, gorgeous,” he whispered against her lips, “Next time, when we can actually make it to a bed, I’ll show you how good my mouth can be when you aren’t so impatient, and you’ll show me what it feels like to have those pretty lips around my cock. But right now I want you as much as you wanted me.”

Eddie pulled away from her long enough to shove his jeans and his boxers down around his knees. His lips were back on hers as quickly as they’d left, and he kissed her while guiding his cock to her entrance.

Her thighs, a bit weak from her previous orgasm, clumsily wrapped themselves around his waist, angling herself up towards the head of his cock that was bumping against her folds, and with a single, strong stroke of his hips he plunged into her.

He was so much bigger than she’d imagined he’d be, and she felt like she was being filled with, consumed by Eddie. Her eyes took on a far away look as her head lulled back in the pleasure of finally getting exactly what she needed.

“Stick with me there, gorgeous,” Eddie whispered as he pulled out and made his first thrust into her.

Her eyes focused in on his, piercing into hers with such intensity, such want and need. She couldn’t keep staring at them. This was already going to be over far too soon, and it would only be so much faster if he kept looking at her like that. Eddie set a strong, steady rhythm of his hips into hers, and (Y/n) buried her face in his neck behind his hair, kissing at his skin in between her moans.

His cock filled her to the brim, but she was so wet from her first orgasm that it was sliding in and out of her with ease. The sounds their bodies made as he slammed into her were sinful. His grunts, her moans, the smack of skin on skin as his cock bottomed out inside of her. She wanted to record it for posterity, for her own pleasure later when she was alone in her room without Eddie there to make her feel this way again.

She was sure she would imagine this feeling, his cock pounding into her, filling her, the groan of satisfaction that slipped out of him every time her walls clenched around him.

Their clothes were mostly still on, and (Y/n) could feel the denim of Eddie’s vest rubbing at the inside of her thighs wrapped around him. There would be patches of raw skin there tomorrow. Redness and chafing that her uniform wouldn’t cover up, hickeys on her neck and chest from his bites that would tell everyone exactly how ‘sick’ she had been tonight. Thinking about it, about everyone know how good Eddie fucked her, made it hotter.

“Harder, Eddie,” (Y/n) whimpered, using her back to leverage her hips up to meet his.

Eddie grunted in response and let himself press more of his weight into her, freeing up his legs to power his hips faster. He was pounding into her now, chasing the relief they both desperately sought in each other.

There would be a next time. Next time, she’d have him in her bed, naked under her as she bent him to her will, but this was exactly what she needed right now. Reckless, mindless, spontaneous, unrestrained. He could’ve fucked her against the wall of the school where anyone could’ve stumbled upon them, and she still would’ve felt exactly like this, like she was chasing her high and he was the only one who could deliver it.

The van was filled with hot, humid air from their breathy moans and the heat of their bodies moving against each other; it felt like a sauna. The frame had begun to shake around them with Eddie’s more forceful thrusts. Anyone outside would know exactly what was going on in there.

They would know exactly who was doing it to, as Eddie hit a particularly sensitive angle, and (Y/n) threw her head back and moaned his name at the top of her lungs.

“That’s it, gorgeous,” Eddie grunted, snapping his hips into her, “Are you gonna cum with me?”

She was so close, “Yes, Eddie, God, right there.”

Eddie listened to her, readjusting his knees further under her to keep hitting the same angle that left her absolutely panting, whimpering, chasing her high.

“Cum for me. Cum for me,” He pulled his head back from her and stared down at her, greedy to watch as she fell apart. (Y/n) made eye contact with him, and the intense look in his eye that had scared her gaze away before, the wanton, lust ravaged look that spoke to just how close he was to finishing, powered her forward. It was almost too much; she tried to turn her head to the side, but one of Eddie’s hands grabbed her chin and kept her eyes on his as she fell apart around him.

The muscles in her thighs began to quake, and her legs fell from where they had been wrapped around him; her hand in his hair mindlessly jerked at his curls as she cried out. Her walls latched onto his cock like a lifeline, and her release gushed forth uncontrollably around him.

He followed seconds behind, his hips stuttering their blistering pace before completely faltering as he shot his full load into her with a groan of relief. His arm, holding him up beside her head, gave out, and Eddie laid his entire weight on top of her.

(Y/n) was gasping for breath. Her whole body seemed to be quaking from the aftershock, and she realized just how hot and sweaty she felt under her clothes.

Eddie wasn’t much better. Instinctively, her hand in his hair began stroking through it, calming him down from his high, “Not bad, Eddie,” she teased breathlessly.

Eddie grumbled, and in response his hips jerked up into hers, cock still nested inside her. She couldn’t help the whimper as the friction made her quiver from how oversensitive she was.

“I’ll be good in a minute,” Eddie chuckled blissfully, “Then I’ll take you home… We can figure out when next time will be on the way.”

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emxisms · 10 months

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𝕾𝖑𝖆𝖘𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔠 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔣𝔢𝔪!𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯. ❦

Includes: Bo Sinclair, Stu Macher, Thomas Hewitt, Tex Sawyer, Brahms Heelshire.

𝔅𝔬 𝔖𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔩𝔞𝔦𝔯 ❦

He wouldn't mind it. If it's rock or metal, he might tap his foot to the beat. He wouldn't show it, but he's enjoying the music just as much as you are.

If you let him choose the music, no doubt will there be Marilyn Manson and Deftones. I mean, they were both in the movie 🤷‍♀️

Memorizes which songs you seem to enjoy the most, and will play them for you when you're helping him out in the station. It's the little things that matter to him.

He'll never admit it, but he loves Christmas music.

𝔖𝔱𝔲 𝔐𝔞𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔯 ❦

Oh my gosh, he's all for it! He'll be up and dancing with you even. Is not afraid to sing the songs while you sit back and laugh at him. He just wants to make his girl laugh.

If you prefer rock, he's totally fine with that! He would call you a badass. Anything and everything you do will always have him in awe. There's nothing you could do to drive him away.

He wouldn't want to listen to country, though. He doesn't swing that way, it's not his style. Only for you would he listen to country. He might get down to Boot Scootin Boogie though..

Will play your favorite songs at house parties, and make sure everyone knows it. He just wants to show you off to the world. "You can look but you can't touch" kind of mindset.

His guilty pleasure song is for sure Mambo No. 5. He can't help but get up and dance every time it comes on.

𝔗𝔥𝔬𝔪𝔞𝔰 ℌ𝔢𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔱 ❦

Doesn't hate it, but he wouldn't 'enjoy it.' He's just kind of chill. He won't care the genre. As long as you're happy, he's happy. Anything to make his girl happy.

He wouldn't really get up and dance with you. It isn't his thing. But, he would tap his foot to the rhythm, just to let you know he's enjoying it.

"Do you want me to turn the music off? I don't wanna bother you." and he's immediately shaking his head aggressively. He wants you to enjoy yourself! The volume doesn't affect him.

Would really like AC/DC. He can get along with them, he likes the pace. Not hardcore, not soft.

𝔗𝔢𝔵 𝔖𝔞𝔴𝔶𝔢𝔯 ❦

Dances with you. No shame in his game! Anything that has to do with you, and he's there.

"Tex, can we dance?" and right up on his feet is he.

Will show you his collection of CDs full of his favorite songs. He's got a little bit of R&B, rock, country, and blues. He gets all giddy when you tell him your favorite is the same as his. "We were just made for each other, darlin'."

Would invite Junior to come dance with you two. He knows Junior loves music more than most people.

𝔅𝔯𝔞𝔥𝔪𝔰 ℌ𝔢𝔢𝔩𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔯𝔢 ❦

Classical.

Doesn't understand why anyone could sit there and willingly listen to harsh music and heavy lyrics. But he'll make an exception for you.

Wants to slow dance with you. 'No' is not an option. If you tell him no he'll be upset and turn the music off completely.

After exploring some other genres and bands, he'll admit that he's starting to like boy bands. The music makes him want to dance, he can't help it.

Will bust a move to Everybody by Backstreet Boys.

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:☆

Requests are open! ☑️

(check pinned post).

#bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #slashers x reader #stu macher x reader #stu macher #thomas hewitt #thomas hewitt x reader #tex sawyer #brahms heelshire #x female reader #fanfic #slashers

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kennykenbee · 8 months

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Shout out to Aradia megido for being a bad bitch. She did like 3 major things in this story and all of them were badass as hell!

1. She DIED. And no, she didint just die, she was murdered by her mind controlled boyfriend (what the fuck) and came back as a GHOST.

2. She found sburb/sgrub. If it wasn’t for this fantastic goth ghost girl, Litterally the comic would not be able to happen.

3. SHE. FROZE. JACK. NOIR. Like- I just- hello??? She just said “nah chill tf out” to a GOD???

HELLO?!?!

In conclusion: she’s the best and I love her and she just kinda wifed up sollux and dragged him around, #girlboss

ALSO MEGALOVANIA IS HER SONG

#this post is a mess I’m sorry lmaoooo #homestuck #Aradia megido #hs aradia #arasol #sollux captor #jack noir #[s] wake #megalovania

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simp999 · 7 months

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I feel this is cringe but it itches the back of my mind like no other… since it’s late 60s early 70s in tf2, mercs reaction to there being a new recruit who is a female pilot? I’m sorry if this sounds like? Hyper specific ? But she’s like hot biker/pilot bitch who is like the epitome of Cool Girl (tm) flared ripped jeans and tight tank tops yk?

GOING INSANE OVER THIS ITS SUCH A COOL IDEA

I'm so sorry about how long it took to make this and how short it is, I'm trying to do all my requests in order of what I received em ww

TF2 Mercs x Badass Fem Pilot! Reader Headcannons

Wc: 730

Themes: uhh Fluff? Romantic and platonic depends on character

A/N: Sniper bias whoop

A/N 2: okay so. I try to stray away from fem reader stuff but this THIS is a complete exception because I love the idea sm

Taglist: @emotionally-alive-sniper @moopy-milk @skeleton-stomper-xoxo @emotionallyunwellmedic @physically-robotic-medic

Masterlist

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Scout:

-God,, he is immediately in love with your style and vibes.

-Yes, in a simpery way

-Will absolutely fumble on words and flirt miserably

-"Hey girl are you a pilot cause uh you’re really cool"

-Absolutely will find clothes that he thinks suits your style and be your #1 hypeman

Soldier:

-Wants to touch all the buttons

-"SHOW ME YOUR MEDALS!!!!!!"

-Does respect the effort and time you’ve put into training definetly. But is always asking you to prove yourself

-Okay you can pilot but can you do 30 pushups. Right here right now.

Pyro:

-Doesn’t think of you any differently if you’re female

-A new cool friend!!

-Just an adorable little goober. Okay maybe they get to sit in the front sometimes

-Loves loves loves making drawings of you and them and planes!!!! And clouds

Heavy:

-Protective older brother.

-He is SO overprotective of you. You remind him too much of his sisters.

-You’re strong just like them but,, it’s just scary, y’know? He misses them

-Often just kinda chills around- and won’t stand for ANY harassment or anything rude. AHEM spy AHEM

-And the clear bias for you? It’s honestly funny at times

-He definetly makes you sandviches and just. Silently takes care of you

Engie:

-Rocket boosters for the planes. He’s gonna bring it up on multiple occasions

-Makes you little plane trinkets out of wood and stuff!! Pyro paints them :]

-Is so interested in infodumping about mechanical stuff with you- he’s glad he has somebody that just. GETS HIM yknow?

-If you need someplace to go chill away from the chaos that the mercs usually bring, the workshop’s your go-to. Late night convos are the best with this man

Demo:

-Roughhouses!!

-Treats you like one of the guys

-Respectfully ofc but. You’re getting noogies

-Will be offering you beer n stuff, he treats you like a really good friend

-Lives for your vibes

-He thinks you’re so badass!! Hell yeah!!!

Medic:

-Kay so. You probably had to go through lots of training right?? So!;

-Rivalry for first aid.

-Hear me out

-Everyone all of a sudden wants you to help make them feel better when they get small injuries because of the one time you mentionned you had to do a buttload of first-aid courses

-So. Lots of who can make it to the scene and get (injured person) back on their feet the quickest

-Does ask you if you’ve ever expirinenced or witnessed anything wild- such as big crashes, and how people dealt with the situations

-Loves your stories despite pretending to hate you- it’s just a friendly rivalry!

Sniper:

-He’s not one to really apprach you, but he does definetly admire you from a distance.

-He thinks you’re too cool for him :(

-But eventually one day, you’ll ctach him stargazing- and you’d have the amazing idea of bringing him for a ride just the two of you so that you can see the stars

-.God maybe he just fell in love I MEAN WHAT????? ANYWAys

-He LOVES stargazing with you!!

-You get to tell eachother stories and it’s overall really calming- a nice from the hectic mercenary life

-He also happens to know a fair bit about constellations, so he’ll infodump unconsiously if you let him :)

Spy:

-Spyyyy… dislikes your ideals, and has traditional values

-Not a fan of the way you hold yourself, but will eventually warm up a bit

-Im sorry,, I just don’t like Spy aheh anyways

-You probably end up showing off your skills- not of purpose though, just- you seen a natural at what you do, and that’s when he sees that maybe there’s a reason you’re such a big deal

(Bonus!) All:

-They all fight over who gets to sit in the passenger seat. Some are more civil about it, for example Engineer or Heavy- but they still want to sit in the front for their own reasons. You may have walked into the room only to find all the mercs fighting iver who’s calling shotgun for the next ride.

“I AM GOING TO PRESS ALL THE BUTTONS!”

“NO WAY CHUCKLEFUCK, I’M SITTIN’ NEXT TA THE HOT CHICK!”

“No. Heavy will sit next to pilot for protection. Is only fair.”

“Ya’ll- I have some things I’d like to see up close in the cockpit, I think I should be next.”

“Mmhhph!!!”

Sep.20.23

#x reader #fanfic #tf2 #team fortress 2 #team fortress two #tf2 scout #tf2 pyro #tf2 soldier #tf2 sniper #tf2 mesic #tf2 heavy #tf2 demo #tf2 spy #team fortress 2 x reader #tf2 headcannons

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dellalyra · 9 months

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𝙛𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙙 - 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨

A/N: request from my wife @soraya-daydreams - this is almost crack I stg.

Summary: The kids try edibles. Yuuji - maybe went overboard.

CW: the kids do edibles, swearing, crackfic, one or two suggestive sentences idk. mdni shoo go away

“But where would we even get it? It’s not like I have many drug dealing contacts.” Nobara hisses, as the three first years discuss their plans in a secluded part of the grounds.

“Fushiguro - your parents would definitely know where to get some, why don’t we ask them?” Itadori pokes his boyfriend’s shoulder.

“Yeah they probably would, but they don’t do that shit anymore - Dad never could because of … all the eyes. Plus, with Akio being so young I don’t want them to have something to worry about if they start to fuss over us all smoking.” Megumi muses.

“Valid - when we started dating your Dad gave me lube and condoms and asked if I needed the sex talk, I think I died again that day.” Itadori nods, solemnly.

“Back to the issue at hand! Where do we obtain one bag of weed?” Nobara says, hands slapping the desk she sits at.

The three first years had decided that they wanted to do teenage stuff - since their lives were so crazy, Megumi was a potential heir for a large Sorcerer family and the son of the strongest sorcerers alive - Itadori was Sukuna’s vessel and Nobara was well on her way to a first grade, as well as the issues with being a young woman in sorcery. Because of their guardians (self-appointed) being as chill as they were, they didn’t really have anything to rebel against, so there was no point in sneaking out when they can just say where they are going with a ‘text when you get there’ from Y/N. There was no point in trying to sneak their parents alcohol, because there’s a ‘you can drink with us, or under our roof safely’ policy in place too. There was no secret dating, Itadori and Megumi were together already and Nobara… well, she hoped it wouldn’t be long before a certain Zen’in girl realised she was crazy about her. So that left smoking a joint, but Itadori said he had tried a cigarette before and hated it when he was at a party in school and Nobara didn’t want to smoke and stain her nails - so it was decided Yuuji would make brownies… special brownies.

“We could ask someone? Todo, maybe?” Yuuji suggests, before being answered with a unanimous ‘absolutely not’.

“I don’t know anyone else we could ask for weed from!” He responds, his sole idea shut down.

“You guys need weed?” A voice asks from behind them.

In the archway to the part of the garden stands a tall, beautiful woman with long blonde hair - holding a motorbike helmet under her arm and smiling.

Megumi thought he knew the woman from somewhere, photos maybe? Or was she at the wedding?

“Tsukomo-san! It’s - absolutely amazing to meet you!” Nobara says, shooting up from the bench.

“Wait - Yuki Tsukomo?! Who was Todo’s mentor?!” Yuuji adds.

“Ah, so you know that little knucklehead. Crazy kid, whole lotta balls I’ll tell ya that much. So - you guys need weed?” She says, leaning against the arch and shoving her hand into a pocket inside the jacket, before producing a small bag of greenery from inside.

“Eh! It’s - not what you think, we’re not - wait, is that weed? You have some?” Nobara asks.

“Sweetheart, I’ve travelled the world and back twice, of course I have some good - here, take this - share with the boys if you want.” She says, winking at Nobara who, for the first time in 6 months, swoons over someone who isn’t Maki Zen’in. Yuuji doesn’t fare much better.

She turns to leave, but gets caught by the sight of the boy beside Sukuna’s vessel.

“Holy shit, kid. Frightened the fuck outta me, fuckin’ clone of your old man.” She says, surveying him.

His head snaps to look at her.

“You knew him?” He asks.

“Yeah, cool guy - pretty fucked up, but still pretty cool. If ya ask me, you were way better off with the Jujutsu Royals - Y/N’s a badass, love that lil’ lady. The beanstalks alright, too - got some talent. She have the baby yet?” She asks, as she clips her bike helmet on.

“Um, yeah. He’s 10 months old now, just started walking.” He says, flabbergasted by this woman.

“Sick one, tell her good job from Yuki. Enjoy kids.” She says, and saunters away - and second later they hear the rumble of an engine.

The three are silent for a minute.

“What the fuck just happened?” Yuuji asks.

“Um… a special grade sorcerer just gave us a bag of weed.” Nobara says, equally as confused.

“I’m too tired for this shit. C’mon, let’s go inside.” He says, as they all begin making their way to the dorm rooms.

“Bone apple feet!”

Yuuji plops a plate of really delicious looking brownies down on the desk in front of his two fellow first years.

“So… do we just… eat a brownie each?” Nobara asks.

“Well, I made 6! So there’s 2 for each of us? Or we could ask the second years -” Yuuji is cut off.

“Ask the second years what?” Came the voice of Maki Zen’in from the doorway.

“Oh! Are they brownies?!” Panda asks, immediately making a beeline.

“They’re eh… special brownies.” Megumi nods.

“Shit - you kids make edibles?” Maki asks, a pleased smirk on her face.

“Do you guys want some?” Yuuji asks.

“Shake!” Inumaki says, sliding past Panda to grab a brownie as he turns away to pull his mask down and eat.

Maki looks at Nobara, who flushes and smiles, as Maki takes a seat on the bed beside her and takes 2 brownies - passing one to the flustered girl beside her.

Yuuji and Panda go next, each almost devouring their brownie in one bite - with Megumi taking his and deciding that you actually can’t taste the weed.

They all sit there for a few minutes.

“Yuuji - are you sure you put enough in? I’m not feeling anything?” Megumi asks, perplexed by the lack of effect.

“Well, I used the whole bag - but it was pretty small I guess.” They all just sit and chat together until out of the blue, a highly unusual sound comes from the corner of the room.

Inumaki was hysterically laughing at his phone, tears streaming down his face.

He spins the phone around, and immediately Maki and Megumi lose it laughing - true, belly shaking laughter from both the ex-Zen’in’s.

The video in question that made them all lose it was a man doing a voiceover on a video of a bird.

Maki’s laughter doesn’t seem to disturb the girl beside her, who - apparently within the last 30 seconds - passed out asleep, drooling on Itadori’s shoulder, and cuddling his arm.

Itadori on the other hand, had never looked so serious in his life. In his head, he was desperately trying to answer the universe’s biggest questions.

Are we alone in the universe? Is there other intelligent life? What is life, what are we here? Are human’s the true villains? Which Disney villain has the best fashion sense? Who closes the bus door after the driver gets off? Is this a simulation, am I being controlled by a greater being? What is God, was Ariana correct - is God a woman?

His mind was running through every profound thought a man could ever have, the universe’s question’s suddenly becoming his main goal and a quest only he can achieve.

Megumi’s interest in the multitude of videos that had Maki doing impressions of birds and Inumaki cackling had dwindled, growing distracted by the beautiful boy in front of him. Yuuji was so pretty, so perfect, so kind and so sexy. That thought flushed through his mind as the memories of times they had… ‘spent the night’ together made him giggle like a schoolgirl and flush bright red. He made his way over to Yuuji and sat himself on his lap, stroking his hair and pressing kisses to his cheeks.

“I love you, Yu - you’re so pretty. I wanna be your husband someday and I’ll help you make meatballs every night and we can get a dog.” Megumi started his enamoured rant, as he realised he’d never said these things out loud before and wondered why the hell hasn’t he? They’ve been dating for 4 months now, he must have just forgotten. He continued gushing over his boyfriend and pressing kisses to his nose and cheeks - Yuuji was externally smiling and had the Nobara free hand wrapped around his love’s waist but inside his mind was a whirlwind.

Is the s or the c in scent the silent letter? How does glue not stick to the bottle? What is colour? How many holes does a straw have? Is this real - am I real?

Panda, on the other hand - had never felt more paranoid in his life. This room, eyes everywhere. They we’re watching him, the walls we’re watching him. He abruptly stood up and stumbled to the door, and tried the handle.

It didn’t budge.

(It was just locked, he just needed to slide the lock.)

He tried again.

Nothing.

By now he was panicking and pulling at the door with all his might. He was Panda - he will not be imprisoned! So he did the only thing he knew and slammed his way through the door. It flew off its hinges and lay in two pieces on the hallway floor.

In the corridor, looking at a cheering Panda, running away and chanting ‘freedom’ - stood a tall, white haired man and his wife.

They just exchanged looks with each other before poking their heads into Nobara’s dorm room - where they had originally planned to knock.

They both surveyed the scene in front of them for a moment, before you just whispered:

“What the fuck…?” Your voice alerted the kids who all immediately froze.

“Is this opposites day? What’s going on here, kiddos?” Satoru asks, leaning against the wall.

“Nothing! Nothing is going on! We’re just - we’re having a girl’s night!” Yuuji spouted.

“Yeah! A girl’s night.” Megumi agreed.

As you both looked at all of them, you poked Satoru and pointed to your eyes - desperately trying not to laugh. The red eyes and droopy faces and flushed cheeks were painfully obvious and highly recognisable from your school days.

The kids were high as shit.

“Oh - what are you all doing?” Satoru says, thoroughly enjoying torturing them all.

“We’re eh - Nobara and I - we’re talking about boys! Crushes on boys and things. Penis talk.” Maki tries to explain.

Inumaki can’t deal with this and can’t hold back his laughter as Maki says ‘penis talk’ he loses his mind and flops laughing onto the desk.

“Maki honey, you’re a lesbian.” You say, and she raises her eyebrows - forgetting the ultimate flaw to her excuse being that she has no more interest in penis possessing men than she does going on a date with a curse.

“Also - Nobara doesn’t look like she’d make for a great conversation right now.” Satoru smirks, looking at the slightly snoring Kugisaki.

“Yuuji? Megumi?” You say, excited to hear what they say.

“I am doing homework! Studying, learning about eh - curses.” Yuuji says, picking up a blue object from beside him.

“Oh? I didn’t think you could do homework on a Nintendo Switch?” Satoru can’t help it now, the frantic excuses might be the highlight of his week.

“I do my homework beside a switch everyday.” Megumi says, smirking a provocative smile and pinching his boyfriend’s cheek.

That’s the final straw for you and Satoru who can’t help it anymore and the dam breaks.

You fall into him, head in his chest as he almost collapses from crippling laughter as you all survey the whacked out teenagers.

“Shit, ‘toru - were we all the obvious?” You ask, wheezing.

“God no - you guys were way better, how high are you?!” He asks, tears falling from behind his blindfold.

“I’m 5ft 11 inches.” Megumi says, smiling brightly and patting the top of his head.

That sets you both off again.

“Oh fucking hell, this has gotta be edibles.” You say, trying to catch your breath.

“That’s a fun word - isn’t it, edibles? ED - IB - LES. edi-bles. Wait - am I saying that right? Hold on, am I talking or is this in my head?” Maki considers.

Megumi stands up at this point, and puts a hand each on you and Satoru’s shoulders.

“Mom. Dad. You guys - you guys. You’re awesome. I love you both, Mom you are so badass and scary and you give the best cuddles and shit! You made a baby a while ago and then like? You can make flowers kill people? That’s so awesome. Dad you’re like, an idol, you’re so cool and it’s so fun that you have so many eyes, you’re like a spider! And I like your fancy hair.” He says, before throwing his arms around you both and hugging you tight into him.

Who the fuck was this kid?

You pet his head and thank him, and Satoru says that you both love him too - and that he also likes his fancy hair as he desperately tries not to laugh.

You notice Yuuji is deep in thought.

“You okay, Yuu?” You ask.

He looks at you, the most contemplative look you’ve ever seen on anyone.

“Is a gingerbread man made of house? Or is a gingerbread house made of flesh?” He asks, eyes wide with realisation.

You and your husband sit on the bed, megumi curling back up in Yuuji’s lap as Maki and Toge continue cackling over videos of dumb animals.

You settle in, Satoru’s arm around you.

There’s no way in hell you’re missing this show.

#submission #jjk #jjk x reader #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo fluff #anime #family formations extras #dad!gojo

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