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jqmalikhsgib · 2 days ago

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girlfriend privileges (+18) - a. hotchner

criminal minds masterlist || part of the nanny series

Summary: hotch has a nice car. you are a big fan.

Pairing: aaron hotchner x nanny!reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: cursing (i'm not sure?), defiling the hood of a car, kinda sexualising motor vehicles, oral (fem receiving), aaron hotchner giving head in a suit (this deserves its own warning)

Please also note that all of my works are protected under copyright, and not available for reposting on other platforms.

Aaron has a car.

Okay, correction—Aaron, has a very nice car. A very nice, very particular car. A sleek, elegant, totally unnecessary but painfully sexy kind of car. He got it last year for Father’s Day. Something about treating himself, living a little, embracing the midlife crisis with just enough self-awareness to make it endearing.

And at the time, you were thrilled for him. Because, honestly, he deserved it. After everything he’d been through—work, Jack, his ex, work again—it made you happy to see him do something purely for himself.

Of course, that was before.

That was before he became yours—before you were the one kissing him goodnight and crawling into bed with his FBI-grade tension. Before, the car was just a car. Something expensive and fast and just out of character enough to make you smile. But now? Now, it’s a piece of Aaron that you can’t quite let go of, and part of a larger plan to aide in his relaxation. The only problem? He’s not aware of your plan—like, at all.

So, imagine his surprise, when he comes home, parks his government issued—and dearly beloved—Chevy Tahoe to the garage, and sees you perching on the hood of his Porche 993 Carrera S with the most mischievous smile on your face. He blinks.

You can see it—the way he stares at you like his brain’s trying to reboot. He’s still in full work mode: navy suit jacket, pressed shirt, Bureau face set in that professional mask. But you know him too well now. You see the twitch in his jaw, the ghost of a smirk he's trying (and failing) to suppress.

“You’re sitting on the hood,” he says, pointing out the obvious.

You tilt your head, all mock innocence as you gasp. “Am I?”

“You know you are.” His voice is tinged with bemusement, even though he tries to restrain himself from giving into smirking. “And you’re wearing the dress.”

“I seem to have put it on,” you agree, leaning back on your arms to show the dress off. “Good catch, counsellor.”

His eyes narrow—barely—but you catch it. Just like you catch the flicker of his gaze trailing down the line of your legs slowly as he catalogues every inch of skin the hem of your dress doesn’t cover. “Honey,” he exhales, “what is this about?”

You lift a brow. “Remember when you bought this car in hopes of using it? Well, it’s been a year, and you have not used it, like, at all.”

Aaron huffs out a breath—somewhere between a laugh and a sigh—and sets his briefcase down by the door. He shrugs out of his suit jacket with deliberate slowness, the tension in his shoulders finally beginning to ease. “I drive it.”

“To the grocery store,” you counter, indignant. “Once. You parallel parked it, Aaron.”

“I did,” he says, deadpan, loosening his tie. “Perfectly, I might add.”

You narrow your eyes at him, but it’s hard to hold the glare when he starts walking over, rolling his sleeves up like he has every intention of turning this into a negotiation. “That car deserves better,” you declare, swinging your legs a little. “And frankly, so do I.”

“So, you’ve decided on breaking and entering and seducing me by sitting on my car to make me listen?” He asks, one of his eyebrows popping up.

You grin. “Technically, I live here.” He hums; and you take it as a sign to continue. “And technically, I seduced you months ago,” you murmur. “This is just... grilfriend priveledge.”

He presses his lips together, like he's fighting a smile, then stops right in front of you. His hands find your knees, thumbs brushing lightly over the skin there. Hotch chuckles, the sound low and warm in his chest. “You’ve put some thought into this.”

“Obviously,” you say, wrapping your arms loosely around his neck. “You’re very tense. This is me being helpful.”

His hands at your knees flex slightly, his thumbs sweeping over the soft skin in idle, thoughtful strokes. It’s deceptively gentle—like he’s still weighing what he wants to do with you, with this moment, with the Porsche that now has a very pretty distraction sprawled across it, not that he minds.

Aaron tilts his head. “And what does your plan currently entail?”

“Well first things first, we should probably get you out of your suit.” You sigh, your hands sliding across his shirt-clad chest and slide upwards again to tug lightly at his loosened tie, as your fingers curl around the silk. “Which I happen to love, by the way, but not as much as I love what’s under it.”

That earns you a real smirk — sharp, crooked, rare. The kind that doesn’t come easily, but always lands right in your chest.

“Manipulative,” he murmurs, stepping between your legs until there’s nowhere left for you to go but into him. His hands trail up your thighs, slow and deliberate, bunching the hem of your dress as he goes. “Calculating.”

“Resourceful,” you counter, tugging his tie looser. “You love resourceful.”

“I do,” he admits, almost too easily. His hands settle at your hips firmly, as he works through the fabric to bunch it up at your hips. And I love that dress.”

You blink innocently. “This old thing?”

Aaron chuckles under his breath, leaning in just enough for you to feel the brush of his breath at your cheek. “Don’t play coy now. You planned this. Waited until Jack was at Jessica’s. Waited until you heard the garage door. Waited for me.”

Your lips twitch. “Maybe.”

He groans, dragging a hand through his face as he chuckles softly, “You've profiled me into this.”

The only response you provide him is another string of giggles, your eyes locked to his as you bend your knees as rest your feet onto the hood of the car, letting them fall open to the sides whilst you push him slowly so that he can get a good look. His breath hitches—and your reaction is almost immediate as you tilt your head to the side with a smirk on your face.

“That’s not a nice thing to say, Aaron,” you tut, “I only wanted to help you.”

He hums in thought, bending down as he gets on his knees. “I should thank you properly, shouldn’t I?”

The words alone make your breath catch, but it’s the way he says them—low, gravelly, laced with quiet reverence and intent. Your fingers tighten instinctively around the edge of the hood, your back arching slightly as he settles between your legs. It’s such a contrast, seeing Aaron Hotchner—stoic, calculating, the embodiment of composure and propriety—kneel for you. Kneel willingly. Eagerly.

Your voice is softer now, teasing, but undeniably breathless. “It’s only polite…”

Aaron looks up at you through his lashes, eyes dark, focused. “You’ve always been so very good for me,” he murmurs, hands sliding slowly up the backs of your calves, guiding your legs further apart with gentle, possessive confidence. “Taking care of me. Thinking ahead.”

“I wanted to help,” your voice trails off into a soft sigh as he throws your legs over his shoulders, his lips quick to trail over your thighs starting from your knees. You’re barely aware of the sound you make—a breathless, needy sound that slips past your lips before you can swallow it down. He hears it, of course. Smiles against your skin like he’s won something. “Aaron…” you breathe, threading your fingers into his hair, your voice shaking now, caught somewhere between desire and disbelief that this is real. That he is here. Like this.

He doesn’t answer—at least not with words at first. Instead, he tightens his grip on your thighs, pulling you closer to the edge of the hood until there's no space left between you. One of his hands slips under your dress, fingers tracing idle patterns over your hip while his mouth continues its torturously slow journey whilst he pulls down your underwear without disturbing your position as best as he can. He tucks the fabric into the pocket of his jacket, right where a pocket square is supposed to go. He is almost gentle with his movement; he folds the fabric and tucks it away as if it’s most precious.

To him, at least.

Because Aaron Hotchner, for all his restraint and rigid professionalism, is a man who cherishes what’s his. And in that moment, with your underwear tucked neatly into his suit pocket and your thighs trembling around him, there’s not a doubt in your mind—you are his. You glance down through heavy lashes, and the sight nearly undoes you: Aaron Hotchner, kneeling in a $2000 suit with his sleeves rolled up and his tie barely clinging to his neck, devouring you like a man starved.

And you are his favorite indulgence.

The tension in his shoulders is gone now. Replaced by something warmer. Something that rolls off him in waves as he lowers his mouth to you again—but this time, as he drags his tongue across your inviting folds, he is nothing if not at peace. He takes his time, he’s leisurely, and it absolutely drives you crazy. You don’t recognize the sound that escapes your mouth next—some high, breathless, broken thing—but he does. His gaze flicks upward just enough for you to catch it: the sheer satisfaction that darkens his eyes when he hears you come undone by nothing more than his mouth and patience.

“Aaron,” you whimper again, your fingers twisting in his hair, needing to anchor yourself to something. Anything, but he doesn’t give up.

If anything, the reverence in his touch only deepens. His tongue moves with precision now. Slow, unhurried strokes that have your hips stuttering forward against his mouth. You can feel the hood of the car slick beneath your palms, the metal cool in contrast to your skin, but none of it matters. Not the car, not the room, not the faint creak of the garage door settling. Just him.

And the way he devours you like he’s starving and you’re the first real thing he’s tasted in weeks.

You gasp when he sucks your clit into his mouth, your thighs instinctively tightening around his head—and God, the groan he lets out at that makes you shiver. It's not just a sound. It's a declaration. A warning. A praise.

He likes it. Loves it. Lives for it.

You’re barely aware of the way your body starts to tremble, tension coiling low in your belly like a ticking time bomb. It’s building faster than you’d planned. Than he had planned, if the way his grip tightens on your hips is anything to go by. He knows you’re close. He feels it like he always does, because he knows you that well.

You arch, fingers gripping the edge of the hood like it might keep you from letting go completely, your head falling back as the first wave of pleasure crashes into you. You sob his name, loud and needy, and he doesn’t stop. Not through the first wave or the second, not until you're writhing under him and tugging at his hair with shaking hands.

Only then does he slow—lets up just enough to press a kiss to the inside of your thigh. Then another. Then one more, right over your still-sensitive core, just to remind you who's responsible.

You're panting when he rises, hands braced on either side of your hips now, his body crowding yours until you’re forced to meet his gaze. He looks wrecked in the best way—hair mussed from your fingers, cheeks faintly flushed, his mouth glistening with the evidence of you. And the look in his eyes; low, satisfied, and utterly ravenous, almost undoes you all over again.

You reach for him without thinking, fingers wrapping around the knot of his loosened tie as you tug him closer. “Come here,” you murmur, voice hoarse, lips already parting for his.

He kisses you without hesitation.

It’s filthy and tender all at once—hot, wet, open-mouthed, like he needs you to taste yourself on his tongue. Like he’s claiming you all over again. His hands are firm on your thighs, pulling you to the very edge of the hood until you're flush against him, until you can feel how hard he is through his slacks.

You shift your hips, just enough to grind against him, and he groans—head dropping to your shoulder as his hands dig into your waist. “You’re insatiable,” he breathes, voice ragged. “Do you know that?” Then, he’s kissing you again in the most delicious and messy way possible. “You taste like trouble,” he rasps against you, voice hoarse, reverent. “My trouble.”

You smile, or rather, try to. It comes out shaky. “You love trouble.”

“I love you.”

Your breath catches, body freezing just slightly—not because you hadn’t known, but because he said it. Just like that. Between kisses and heat and half-laughed confessions against the hood of a car neither of you have any business being this reckless on.

He pulls back just enough to look at you, face flushed, hair mussed from where your fingers had threaded through it so tightly. “You know that, right?”

You nod—frantic, desperate. “Yeah,” you whisper. “I know.”

“Good,” he says, a little gruff now, standing up and dragging you up with him. “Because I’m not letting you seduce me on the hood of my car and not tell you I’m in love with you.”

You blink up at him, breathless, and laugh completely dazed. “That’s a very bold time to drop the ‘L’ word, Hotchner.”

“You started it,” he mutters, pressing his mouth to yours. “Coming out here, sitting on my car like a goddamn dream. You ambushed me.”

“You loved it.” He doesn’t deny it. Just lifts you by the hips, strong and capable and full of restraint he's rapidly losing and sets you down carefully on your feet—if only for a moment, but he keeps his arm around you.

“I’m going to take you upstairs now,” he says, pressing your back gently against the side of the car as he kisses your neck, your shoulder, the corner of your mouth. “And I’m going to show you what else this ‘quality assurance’ visit of yours has earned.”

You shiver, hands fisting in his shirt. “And after that?”

Aaron leans in again, breath hot against your ear. “We still have to christen the inside of the car, honey.”

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jqmalikhsgib · 2 days ago

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Quiet Mornings, Louder Hearts

Pairing ; Zayn Malik x Fem! reader

Synopsis ; You weren’t expecting to fall in love with someone like Zayn Malik—famous, private, elusive. But somehow, in quiet mornings and late-night conversations, it just happened. Slowly, then all at once.

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It was a quiet Sunday morning, the kind where the sun filtered softly through gauzy curtains and the world outside felt miles away.

Zayn was still asleep when you wandered into the kitchen, one of his oversized hoodies hanging loose on your frame, sleeves brushing your fingertips. The place smelled like fresh coffee and a hint of whatever cologne he wore the night before—something woodsy, warm, and him.

You moved slowly, not wanting to wake him yet. Sundays were sacred, and even more sacred were the few mornings he had off—no photoshoots, no studio deadlines, no flights to catch. Just silence, bare feet on hardwood, and the steady rhythm of your lives bleeding gently into one another.

You poured two mugs of coffee, adding the exact amount of sugar and creamer he liked, remembering the first time he’d teased you for drinking it too sweet.

You turned at the sound of quiet footsteps.

Zayn, shirtless and sleepy-eyed, hair still a little messy, scratched the back of his neck as he walked into the kitchen. His tattoos peeked out under the low waistband of his joggers, and he blinked at you like you were still part of a dream he wasn’t ready to leave.

“You made coffee?” he asked, voice still husky with sleep.

You nodded, handing him his mug, and watched as he took a sip and sighed like it was the best thing he’d had in weeks.

Neither of you said much at first.

It wasn’t the kind of morning that needed words.

He leaned against the counter while you sat on a stool, legs tucked under you, nursing your own cup. The kitchen was bathed in sunlight, and somewhere in the distance, a car passed on the street. Everything felt simple.

Eventually, he looked at you.

“D’you ever think about how different things would be if we met before… all this?”

You glanced up. “Before the fame?”

He nodded, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah. Like, if we’d passed each other in school. Or at some coffee shop. Wonder if I still would’ve noticed you.”

You smiled. “I think you would’ve.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re the kind of person who sees things no one else does. You would’ve noticed.”

Zayn studied you like he was memorizing every word, every expression. “I think I was always meant to find you. Doesn’t matter when or how.”

You felt it then—that soft swell of emotion that always came with him. It was never overwhelming, never forced. Just a steady hum, like background music you could fall asleep to. He didn’t rush you. He never did.

After breakfast, you ended up curled on the couch, a blanket shared between you, your legs tangled. Zayn had one arm around your shoulder, fingers idly brushing your arm, and the other hand holding his sketchbook, balanced against his knee.

He wasn’t working on anything in particular—just lines, shading, pieces of something he’d probably leave unfinished but would swear wasn’t important.

You rested your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

“You’re quiet today,” he murmured, looking down at you.

“I’m just… happy,” you said simply.

His fingers stilled for a second, and he leaned down to kiss the top of your head.

“Me too.”

You dozed off eventually, lulled by his steady breathing and the faint scratch of pencil against paper. When you woke up, the sun had shifted, casting a golden glow across the room.

Zayn was still there. Still drawing. Still with you.

And in that moment, it felt like the world outside had stopped turning—just for a little while.

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jqmalikhsgib · 4 days ago

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I will take an argument with literally any of them. break my heart pls (but not too bad bc I am not doing too great pls & ty)

my punching bag today will be older!eddie.

"Delilah, no." Eddie's voice was stern, steady and full of authority, stilling the toddler from her terrorizing tirade.

Her little lip jutting, eyes rounding like they always did when she'd get scolded. You cringed at her suck of breath, a warning that the wailing sob was nearing.

Your temples throbbed at the sound, a dramatic, crocodile teared wail, diving straight into your leg with a pitiful, teary cry. "Mama!" Delilah sobbed, dramatic as ever, you knew it. She was upset she'd been stopped from smacking the small vase off the coffee table.

"Can you just put it up?" You huff, cradling a sobbing Lilah to your shoulder, her cries fading with disinterest, distracted by something over your shoulder.

"She'll never learn." Eddie huffed, his own nerves grating with agitation. The same argument found it's way back to the two of you.

"Can't just give into her all the time."

"I'm not." You snapped, teeth grit in annoyance. "I just don't want her to get hurt. She could knock it over by accident, so just put it up."

Eddie's eye roll nearly sent you into a rage, body tensing, blood boiling at his scoff, putting the vase under the TV stand.

You waited until Lilah went to sleep that night to bring it up, angrily turning down the bed with a harsh shove. "You know, you don't have to be so condescending to me." You sneer. "I do know what I'm doing."

Eddie huffed and you could hear the eye roll in his sharp breath. "I never said you didn't-"

"-No, you just act like I don't. Like I can't possibly know what to do-"

"-When did I ever say that, hm? I never said that." Eddie growled, tone rising in irritation, fingers curling around the throw pillow, launching it in the corner of the room. "But you gotta teach her not to do shit like that. Can't just let her get away with murder."

"See?" You snap, throwing a hand out towards him. "This. This is what I'm talking about. That fucking condescending tone-"

"-Condescending? I'm not being condescending. I'm just telling you-"

"-You think I don't know? Do you seriously think I don't fucking know?" You tried to swallow the shrill in your voice, keep it down so Lilah wouldn't wake up. "I know that, Eddie. I was trying to give her a chance to make a choice. You can't just yell at her the whole time, she'll think everything she does is wrong-"

"-I didn't yell at her-"

"- Oh? You didn't? Explain to me what that was then?" Your hands find your hips, fingers digging into your cotton pajamas.

Eddie's lips twitched, pinching in a tight line. "You know I have done this before, right?" He countered. "I have raised a kid before. Did a pretty good job at it, too. I do know what I'm doing."

"So do I." You boomed, the room falling silent at your tone, filled with defensive insecurity.

Eddie's chest tightened, face falling slightly. The way your eyes cut away, lip tucking in to hide the wobble that threatened to fall, arms wrapped around yourself.

"I know what I'm doing too." The crack in your voice made his heart tear.

Eddie was unsure what to say, head swimming with panic, cursing himself for not seeing this sooner. After Lilah's birth, you'd fallen into a slump- baby blues, the doctor, Wayne, everyone had told him with a solemn but reassuring shake of their head.

"Honey," Eddie's voice softened, dropping to a nearly hushed, raspy coo. "I know you know what you're doing-"

"-So why do you talk to me like I don't?" You snap, eyes cutting with that same rage.

"I-I'm not trying to." Eddie was unsure. He didn't want to upset you any further. "But parenting is supposed to be both of us, baby-"

"-So you act like it first. Treat me like a parent for once, and not like I'm some stupid, incapable person." You huffed, snatching your pillow off the bed, stomping out of the room with a shaky huff, leaving Eddie standing with a sick, heavy feeling settled in the pit of is stomach.

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jqmalikhsgib · 4 days ago

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At Last (Part 3)

Catch up on this series here

Pairing: Johnny Storm x F!Soulmate!Reader

Word Count: 6.4k (whew)

Warnings: cursing, fluff, mentions of anxiety, an angsty cliffhanger (sryyyyy)

A/N: well folks, you asked for the press and I hope I delivered, but my brain went in a slightly different direction afterwards. the coma cannon, frightful four and bentley wittman are all comic accurate so do with that information what you will heheh. there will be a part 4!

Johnny mindlessly traced his fingers up and down your arm as he lay in bed across from you, his eyes flitting all around your face. Your legs were tangled together, his free hand entwined with yours.

“You’re staring again,” you said quietly with a smile, not yet ready to completely dissolve the quiet morning the two of you had been having for the last half hour.

He smirked, mirroring your quiet voice when he spoke. “I can’t help it, you’re so pretty.”

Butterflies swirled around your chest as you grinned and pulled him closer, his nose touching yours. “You are so pretty.” You kissed him, silencing whatever counter he was about to offer.

He pulled away first after a few seconds and looked at you again, his eyes narrowing in thought just slightly before resuming the tracing of your arm with his fingers.

You poked his stomach. “What are you thinking about?”

Johnny paused and captured your hand in his, the expression on his face suddenly more serious, his eyes vulnerable. “Move in with me.”

You raised your eyebrows in surprise. You had been with your soulmate for four months now, and though the two of you had been engaged basically the entire time, you’d never talked about moving in together. Truthfully, both of you had been too busy trying to hide your relationship from the public. And it was tricky.

Not only were reporters, paparazzi and the public constantly lingering around the Baxter building and pretty much every corner of NYC, but they were also constantly pestering Johnny in interviews about his latest relationships. Before Johnny had met you, the press had only mentioned his soulmate in interviews a handful of times due to the fact that he almost always had a different woman on his arm. But, obviously since he met you, he was no longer being photographed with droves of women. For the last four months, the only photographs taken of him were him alone or with the other members of the Fantastic Four. And the press was starting to notice.

The worst instance of pressure from the media was when Ted Gilbert, a popular late night television host, had Johnny on his show last month.

“So, Johnny, I can’t help but notice you haven’t been around as many women lately.”

You and Violet watched from your living room, your hands wringing together nervously in anticipation of the direction this interview was suddenly going in.

Johnny chuckled, looking at ease as he sat in the armchair across from Ted. “Ah, yeah, I’ve been a little too busy lately for the dating scene.”

Ted quirked his brow, flashing a smirk. “Are you sure it’s not because you’ve met a special someone?”

“Oohs” and “aahs” erupted from the live audience, and you shared a nervous look with Violet.

Johnny swallowed, a look of surprise briefly flashing across his face before he schooled his features into placidity. He forced out a chuckle. “Ah, I’m fairly certain, Ted.”

“Ehhhh, I’m not so sure…”

You rolled your eyes. Who does this guy think he is?

“Why’s that?”

Ted leaned in, folding his hands together. “Well, you haven’t been photographed with a single woman in the last few months. If I may be so bold, that seems very out of the ordinary for you. I just can’t help but wonder if it’s because of a little special someone, that’s all. Like a *soulmate* kind of special…”

You could see in Johnny’s eyes, even through the screen, that he was irritated. But the several years of PR training from your firm kept him calm and collected. “I’ve certainly dated my fair share of women, I’m not denying that. I’m just taking a break right now to focus on my family, my nephew. But when I do stumble across my soulmate, I’m sure you’ll have it figured out before I even do.”

Johnny had been lightly scolded by your boss afterwards for being “sassy,” but you had supported him. You’d personally been seeing the toll the press took on the Fantastic Four, and you couldn’t blame him for getting slightly argumentative with such invasive questions. The superhero group loved their fans, considered them a second family, but the constant prying certainly did a number on them.

Thankfully, you had yet to be spotted and identified. The only people who knew you were Johnny Storm’s soulmate was the Four and Violet. You and Johnny had done a very good job of being discrete, usually in the form of late night visits to your house with him wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses to avoid any recognition. And being with him was amazing, it really was. Half of you didn’t care that you were essentially having to sneak around with your soulmate because you were just thankful you’d found each other at all.

But the other half of you just wanted to be with him. In the daylight, on the street, in a restaurant, at the movies. You just wanted to be with him. Go on dates in public. And you knew that it would never be normal, it would never be two regular people out on a date being left alone, but you were okay with that. You had come to terms with the fact that you would be photographed wherever you went, that strangers would constantly talk about you and to you. The world would be watching. And at this point, you were ready, as long as it meant you were finally free to be with him.

“Really?” You sat up, and he followed. “You know that means we’ll have to tell the world about us, right? Keeping this a secret won’t really be doable anymore.”

Johnny nodded. “I’m getting a little tired of sneaking around.” He sighed, looking down and picking at his bedsheets with a furrowed brow. “I’ve loved getting to have you all to myself, but I also just want to be able to.. to be with you, you know?”

You smiled because of course you knew. “I completely agree.”

Johnny continued as if he hadn’t heard you. “And I want to be able to keep you safe. If you’re here with all of us, it would help me breathe easier, I think. And I know you wouldn’t just be moving in with me, obviously there’s my sister, and my brother in law, and my nephew, and Ben, but you’re my family now too, so it just—“

“Johnny,” you chuckled, taking his hand and bringing his focus back up to you. “I’m with you. 100%. I would love to move in with you.”

Johnny beamed, his eyebrows raised in surprise. “Really?”

“Duh.”

He immediately stood up on his bed, fists raised in the air. “MY SOULMATE IS MOVING IN WITH ME!”

Your laughter was interrupted by the sound of Sue yelling from the kitchen. “Johnny, can you please keep it down? It’s 8 in the morning! Your nephew is trying to sleep!”

Johnny remained standing on his bed as he faced his bedroom door. “I CAN’T KEEP IT DOWN BECAUSE Y/N IS MOVING IN WITH US.” He looked down at you with a grin as you both waited for her response.

“FINALLY!”

***

“We’re going to need some safety protocols for this, obviously.”

After you and Johnny had announced to the rest of the team that you were moving in, Reed had called you all in for an “emergency” family meeting in the lab.

Johnny sat beside you, one hand in your lap fiddling with the engagement ring on your finger and the other drumming an invisible tune on his thigh. He playfully rolled his eyes. “Aaand here we go.”

“Announcing Y/n’s existence to the world is automatically going to put her in danger, Johnny,” Reed said plainly. “We have a lot of enemies, enemies that could use her to get to us. We need to have some protocols in place to keep her protected. She doesn’t have powers like we do.”

Johnny swallowed harshly, sharing a look with you as he subconsciously squeezed your hand in his. “Protocols like what?”

“I’m glad you asked.”

Reed flipped over the chalkboard to reveal dozens of equations and drawings that had your eyes bugging out of your head. You couldn’t understand for the life of you what any of it meant, and his writing completely covered the entire board.

Reed went on to explain all of the added surveillance around the Baxter Building, along with newer ways to track their most notorious adversaries, and even some kind of…cannon?

“Sorry, did you say coma cannon?” You asked, finally speaking up.

Johnny chuckled aloud, shaking his head and ignoring the glare Reed was giving him.

Reed paused, looking uncomfortable before glancing at Sue. “Yes, I…well I originally created it to subdue Franklin during his nightmares. His powers are a bit…unpredictable as of late. But I thought it may be a good idea for you to keep on hand when we’re away, should anything happen.”

“And when were you going to tell me you created a cannon gun to put our son into a coma during nightmares?” Sue asked, arms crossed and brow quirked as she leaned against the wall.

“Probably don’t wanna know,” Ben said, bouncing Franklin on his knee.

Reed scratched his forehead awkwardly, clearing his throat. “Y/n, do you have any questions?”

All eyes were on you. To be honest, you really didn’t even know if you had any questions. You thought you had mentally prepared yourself for the massive publicity about to come your way, but you felt a little out of your element now. Knowing you’ll likely be in danger is one thing, but hearing it straight from Mister Fantastic’s mouth is quite another.

“I’m a little overwhelmed,” you admitted. Your nerves calmed just slightly when Johnny pressed a reassuring kiss to your knuckles.

“We’ll protect you,” Johnny said, looking into your eyes. “I promise.”

“Nerves are very understandable,” Reed said. “I’m sorry to overload you with all of this; I just want to make sure the two of you are prepared. And if it makes you feel better, I’m going to have HERBIE stay behind with you when we’re away on our first few missions after your announcement.”

You smiled and nodded. Honestly, it did make you feel better. Over the last few months, you had watched HERBIE help the Fantastic Four with countless tasks, and you had even started to understand him a little bit. A few weeks ago HERBIE told you he had spotted Johnny’s ring on your finger the night of the gala, and that’s why he had approached you, helping you onto the floor where Johnny was located. Who knew the little guy had set everything in motion that night?

“Thank you,” you said earnestly.

Ben piped up from his spot on the other side of you. “So, when are you two gonna make the big announcement?”

Two weeks and one move-in later, you were backstage at the Ted Gilbert show, heart racing and hand gripping Johnny’s in a vice.

“Hey,” Johnny muttered from beside you.

Your eyes were glued to the live television audience sitting in their seats mere yards away from your spot behind the curtain. You swallowed harshly, not even realizing Johnny had spoken to you until he stepped into your field of vision, his eyes looking at you with concern.

“Baby, you’re shaking.” He gently placed his hands on your cheeks. “Breathe with me, okay? In, and out.”

You followed his instructions, shutting your eyes and breathing on his count, but it did nothing to calm your pounding heart.

Johnny nervously glanced over at his sister, who was leaning on the hair and makeup counter backstage. She gave him a sympathetic expression and shrugged. He looked back to you. “You know we don’t have to do this, right? We can just go home, call it a day.”

You shook your head, opening your eyes. “No, we’re going to have to do this sometime. Might as well be now, right?”

His thumb stroked your cheek. “Only if you’re sure. Just say the word and we’re out of here, okay?”

You nodded, opening your mouth to respond when Ted Gilbert himself approached the two of you.

“Ah, so this is the soulmate that has won Johnny Storm’s heart!” He gave you a big grin, holding his hand out for you to shake. “Ted Gilbert, lovely to meet you.”

Forcing a smile onto your face that you hoped didn’t look petrified, you took his hand, shaking it. “I’m Y/n, it’s nice to meet you.”

Ted looked at Johnny knowingly, pointing a finger at him. “Didn’t I tell you I knew you’d found your someone?”

Johnny fought the urge to roll his eyes but acquiesced, only so Ted would walk away.

“Your boss lady should be here any second,” Ted spoke to you as the camera man on stage loudly started counting down. “Good luck out there!”

Ted moved the curtain aside and the audience went wild, standing up in their seats and clapping for their favorite television host. He seemed to bask in their attention, hands waving and a grin on his face. The countdown finally reached the 10-second mark, and you suddenly felt like you were about to vomit.

“Y/n!”

Your boss, Lynne, approached from behind, a warm hand on your shoulder and an excited smile on her face. Honestly, you weren’t close with her, but just seeing another familiar face that knew exactly how much this moment meant soothed your nerves slightly. “You really did need that gala ticket, didn’t you?”

That made you laugh out loud, grateful for the momentary distraction. “Had to meet my soulmate somehow.”

She chuckled, reaching out to shake Johnny’s hand in greeting. “Apparently so! How are you feeling?”

“3…2…1, you’re live!”

You turned around at the sound of the cameraman and saw the “ON AIR” sign suddenly glow red, and Ted Gilbert began his routine greeting. You gulped. “Terrified.”

Lynne gave you a sympathetic smile, ushering the two of you a few feet away from the curtain to avoid being heard. “I understand. But the world loves the Fantastic Four, they love Johnny Storm. It’s inevitable that they’ll love you, too.”

Johnny pulled you close, wrapping an arm around your waist. “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell her.”

You inhaled through your nose and out through your mouth in an attempt to steel yourself. “I hope you’re right.”

“Just be yourself. That’s what got you Johnny in the first place,” she said, giving you a wink.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we have got a major news story to break to you all today with some very special guests,” Ted began from the stage.

Lynne gestured for you and Johnny to step up onto a round platform behind the curtain. “Places, everyone,” she whispered.

“If you all remember, a few months ago I had the one and only Mr. Johnny Storm on our stage.” The audience whoop’d and hollered, and Ted waited for the audience to calm down before he resumed speaking. “And I told him I had my suspicions that he had found his special someone, his soulmate, do you all remember that?”

You interlocked your fingers with Johnny’s, knees shaking as you stood on the platform. You gave him a pleading look, but pleading for what, you didn’t know. You could barely form a coherent thought, you were so anxious.

Johnny squeezed your hand, taking your other in his as well. “I love you so much, you know that?” You nodded. “I’ve got you. I’m right here.”

“I love you too.” He snuck a quick kiss to your lips at that, giving you that signature grin that always made you swoon.

“Well, folks, it turns out I was correct. Johnny Storm has indeed met his soulmate, and the two of them are HERE TODAY!”

The audience sounded shocked, you swore you heard a couple of young girls yell out a desperate “Noooo!”, but then the surprise turned to excitement, and clapping and cheering erupted.

Johnny nudged your shoulder, smiling. “See? They love you already.”

“Ladies and Gentleman, let’s hear it for Johnny Storm and his lovely soulmate,

Y/n L/n!”

The curtains opened, and bright shining overhead lights burned your eyes. You squinted, your hand coming up to shield your eyes as you blinked furiously. Johnny kept his arm around your waist, his free hand up in the air to wave at the audience as he gave them a charming smile. The audience members were all cheering wildly, or so you were assuming, because you couldn’t hear anything over the sudden ringing in your ears.

Johnny helped you off the platform, his hand never leaving your lower back as he walked the two of you over to Ted. On the stage you could make out three cushioned chairs, where you were meant to sit down. I need to sit down, you thought suddenly. Your heart was in your throat, knees feeling weak, buzzing still in your ears, your eyes barely able to see as they still fought to adjust to the blindingly bright lights.

You faintly registered Johnny waving to all the audience members for a few more moments before taking your hand in his and helping you sit down. A muffled voice rang out from beside you, but it didn’t completely strike you until Ted Gilbert put his hand on your shoulder. The buzzing noise in your ears suddenly turned to silence as you blinked, your focus now on the television host to your left as Johnny remained on your right.

Ted was looking at you like he was waiting for you to respond, but you had no idea what he said. “I’m sorry?”

Ted chuckled, and the audience’s laughter followed. You flushed, embarrassment creeping up your neck. God, this is already going horribly, you thought.

“Looks like someone’s a little nervous,” Ted teased. You could feel Johnny’s hand squeeze your knee, grounding you. “How about we give Y/n another round of applause, yeah?”

Ted and the audience erupted in claps, Johnny giving you a reassuring smile from beside you, which you attempted to return.

Ted held his hand up after a few moments, silencing the crowd. “Y/n, I have to say, it is pretty incredible to have you here today. I think I speak for everyone when I say we really didn’t expect Johnny Storm to settle down anytime soon!”

It felt like all of your PR training and schooling had gone out the window. Your mind went blank. You had no idea what to say, honestly. You opened your mouth, searching for the words, blood pumping wildly in your ears as you searched for a response.

“I didn’t expect it either,” Johnny said from beside you. You exhaled in relief. “But as soon as I saw her, I was done for. I haven’t been the same since.”

The audience let out a collective Awwww at his words.

“Adorable! Can you tell us how you met? Y/n, I’d love to hear your perspective especially. It’s not every day you run into a superhero!”

1…Inhale through your nose…2…exhale through your mouth…

“I met him at a fundraiser,” you said, the steadiness in your voice shocking even you. “I work at the PR firm that represents the Fantastic Four. I had to beg my boss for a ticket.”

Several members of the audience chuckled, and you felt yourself relax just a tinge. Maybe they don’t hate me?

“Did you have any idea that Mr. Storm was your soulmate?”

You shook your head, placing your hand over Johnny’s. “I had no idea. I only knew that my soulmate had some kind of connection to the Fantastic Four.”

Ted leaned in, curious. “How do you mean?”

You looked over at Johnny, who gave you an encouraging nod. “Well, um, a couple of years ago on New Years I was sent an…interesting gift from my soulmate…” Johnny chuckled from beside you, and you found yourself mirroring his smile at the memory.

“Tell us what it was!” Ted exclaimed.

“It was a Johnny Storm collectible action figure.”

The audience erupted in laughter, and you couldn’t help but giggle. Your nerves were finally settling, your nervous system no longer on overload as you watched your soulmate laugh with ease from beside you.

Ted was eating this up. “An action figure of yourself, Johnny? A little on the nose, don’t you think?” he teased.

You took the opportunity of not having all eyes on you to look out at the audience, your eyes squinting again as they adjusted to the darkness out in the seated crowd. Your eyes landed on a man with dark hair and a goatee who staring at you like he knew something you didn’t, a smirk on his face that sent chills down your spine. You blinked, turning away from him to face your soulmate instead.

Johnny laughed again, his free hand rubbing the back of his neck. “Ah, yeaaaah…trust me, Ben and Sue did not let me hear the end of that one.”

Laughter continued to ring through the audience. “How long have you two been together now?” Ted asked.

“About 5 and a half months.”

“See!” Ted exclaimed, looking at the audience. “Didn’t I tell you I knew?”

Johnny let out a chuckle, one you knew immediately was fake. “That you did. But we wanted to get to know each other outside of the spotlight, y’know, without any pressure or outside opinions.”

Ted nodded solemnly. “You know, Y/n, I’m just dying to hear what this has been like for you. A regular person whose soulmate is not only a superhero but also a little bit of a heartbreaker. How did you feel when you realized he was the one?”

You gulped, feeling all eyes on you. You looked at Johnny, his sweet and encouraging expression grounding you. “Honestly, this has been the best time of my life,” you said, confidence growing as the audience aww’d once more. “Johnny did have a reputation as a ladies man, I knew that before I met him. But that’s not the Johnny I’ve come to know as my soulmate. He’s romantic, he’s funny, he’s kind and respectful. He’s been completely dedicated to our relationship and I could not be more thankful to have ended up with the best soulmate I could’ve asked for.”

Ted dramatically placed his hand over his heart as the audience clapped loudly at your response. Johnny was looking at you like you hung the moon and the stars, his smile brighter than the lights shining down on you.

“Is that not the sweetest thing you all have ever heard?” Ted asked the audience. “Johnny, what about you? What has it been like to finally settle down?”

Johnny’s eyes were glued to yours, his hand moving from your knee to interlock your fingers together. “She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” He paused, waiting for the audience to calm down, eyes still flitting between yours. For a moment, you were able to drown out everything and everyone else. It was just you and him. “Meeting her changed everything for me, in the best way. She immediately fit in with the family. She’s perfect. It feels like I’ve known her my whole life.”

Your eyes turned glassy at his response, your heart soaring at his words. Truthfully, you were still getting used to being the Johnny Storm’s soulmate, and hearing him talk that way about you and your relationship meant everything to you. He meant everything to you. Without thinking, you leaned in for a sweet kiss, one he met you halfway for. His hand cradled your cheek as he kissed you back, butterflies exploding in your stomach while the audience cheered.

“Truly wonderful,” Ted replied with a grin. “When can I expect to see my wedding invitation in the mail?” He laughed along with the crowd.

Honestly, you and Johnny hadn’t even talked about it yet. You were still unpacking at the Baxter Building, and you’d spent all your time as of late preparing for this interview.

“We’re working on it,” Johnny replied. “Y/n’s getting settled in with us at home, so that’s what we’re focusing on for right now.”

Ted sat up a bit straighter at this admission. “Ah, so you two have moved in together? Big step!”

You and Johnny both nodded. “It is, but it’s one we are very excited about.”

“Well, I think I speak for everyone when I say, congratulations! It has been so wonderful to have you here and to hear your story. Everybody, let’s give one last round of applause for the future Mr. and Mrs. Storm!”

The three of you on stage stood up as the audience cheered and clapped. You tentatively waved at the crowd, a small smile on your face as you looked into the audience. Your eyes immediately found the man again, and he was still staring you down, clapping with that unsettling grin on his face. Uneasiness pooled in your belly and you frowned and looked away, taking a step closer to Johnny.

After waving your goodbyes, you, Johnny and Ted finally walked backstage past the curtain, the audience’s cheers growing muffled the further away you walked. You were about to speak up about the man you saw when Sue came running up to you, engulfing you in a hug.

“You did it! That went so well. How do you feel?”

Truthfully, you felt exhausted. A giant weight was now lifted off your shoulders, but you couldn’t ignore the feeling of dread lingering in the pit of your stomach. “I’m, uh, glad it’s over.”

Sue laughed, a reassuring hand on your upper arm. “I’m sure.”

“You did amazing, baby,” Johnny said, beaming with pride as he hugged you and lifted you off the ground in a twirl. “I told you they’d love you!”

You laughed, squeezing him back. “I guess so.”

“I know so,” Ted remarked from behind you, Johnny and Sue. He smiled as Johnny gently placed you back onto the ground, and you all turned around to face him. “You did wonderful. Anyone with eyes can see how in love you both are.”

Your boss, Lynne, walked over then with a warm expression. “I couldn’t agree more. That went better than I could’ve hoped.”

After several minutes of exchanging pleasantries, Johnny whisked you into the air and in his arms, bridal style. You squealed, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Well, if you’ll all excuse us, my future wife and I have some business to attend to.” He wiggled his eyebrows.

Sue sighed and pinched the space between her brows as the others laughed. “Inappropriate!”

***

A few days later and you were adjusting to your new life in the spotlight. Honestly, it wasn’t as scary as you thought it might be. The public appeared to be pretty supportive, people smiling and waving at you on the street, a few strangers here and there asking for your autograph. It was incredibly strange, but also a bit exciting. Because now, you could be with Johnny wherever and whenever you wanted. Now, you were free.

You were currently lounging on the living room couch in the Baxter Building, legs crossed and resting on the coffee table. Johnny and Ben were bickering in the kitchen as per usual, Johnny pestering Ben as he attempted to make dinner. Sue and Reed were in the lab, apparently taking the opportunity of Franklin spending the night with a babysitter to discuss the infamous coma cannon.

You grabbed the remote, flipping through channels until you landed on The Sophia Culbert Show, another popular live television show. You were about to click past it until you heard your name, freezing you in place.

Sophia Culbert, the host, was sitting at her desk talking with another woman you didn’t recognize. “What do you think about Y/n? Has to hurt a little bit seeing your famous ex finally meet his soulmate.”

You paled, swallowing nervously as you took in the woman sitting across from Tessa. Johnny’s ex. She laughed, flipping her blonde hair behind her shoulder. “I’m not worried about it. I mean, do we seriously think *she* is his soulmate?”

Sophia raised her eyebrows, grinning at the drama evidently about to play out. Your heart dropped to your stomach, unable to look away.

“You don’t think Y/n is really Johnny’s soulmate?”

The woman, Johnny’s ex, you repeated to yourself, smirked. “I don’t.”

“Why not?”

“First of all, look at her, and then look at me. Clearly she is not Johnny’s type,” she laughed, and to your horror, so did the live audience. “But also, did you watch their interview? They haven’t even talked about a wedding date. It’s obvious he’s stalling.”

Tears burned at the back of your eyes, your hands clenched into fists. She was obviously jealous, the rational part of you knew that, but her words hit at your deepest insecurities.

“Whatcha watching?” Johnny asked from behind you with a box of cereal in his hand, jumping over the back of the sofa to sit beside you. He looked at the tv and grimaced. “Ew, why are you watching this?”

You were silent, still staring at the screen as the tears you fought back finally slipped down your cheeks.

He turned to you at your lack of response, and his face fell. Instantly he scooted closer to you, his fingers on your chin, gently turning your head towards him. “Hey, hey hey, what’s wrong?”

You shut your eyes, bottom lip trembling as the words continued from the screen.

“So you don’t think Johnny is going to marry her?”

“Not a chance. Like I said, Johnny is stalling this. I think this whole ‘soulmate’ thing is just a PR stunt.”

Johnny’s head whipped towards the television at the words, his worried expression turning angry as he grabbed the remote and turned the TV off, muttering a what the hell. “Sweetheart, look at me.”

You obeyed, glassy eyes looking up at him.

“Don’t you listen to that bullshit for even a second. I dated that girl for maybe a week, and now she’s using this to get her 15 minutes of fame.” You nodded, sniffing and wiping a tear away. Johnny looked heartbroken as he took in your sad state. He hated seeing you like this, hated that as soon as you were starting to adjust to the public, this happens. He took your hands in his. “I would marry you in a second, you know that, right?”

“Yeah,” you said quietly.

“I would,” he said with conviction. “I know we haven’t talked about it yet, but that’s only because I wanted you to get settled in here and get used to the public first. But I would marry you tomorrow, if that’s what you wanted. Hell, I’d marry you today. Do you want to get married right now? Seriously, because—“

“Johnny,” you interrupted, laughing despite yourself and wiping away your tears. “It’s okay. I would marry you today, too, but I want to have a real wedding.”

Johnny smiled at the sound and sight of your laughter, his shoulders sagging in relief. “Yeah?”

He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you against his chest. You took his hand, kissing his palm. “Yeah. It doesn’t have to be big or anything, just our families and friends.”

“You can have whatever you want, sweetheart. I think that sounds perfect.”

You looked up at him, leaning in to kiss him when an alarm on his watch started going off. Frowning, you sat up and heard Ben’s watch going off in the kitchen as well.

“Shit,” Johnny mumbled.

“Is that—?“

“Duty calls,” he replied with a nod, an apologetic look on his face.

Reed and Sue ran into the living room already wearing their suits, a worried expression on their faces. Johnny immediately stood at attention, and Ben jogged into the living room to join.

“I’ve got some bad news,” Reed began. “The Frightful Four have escaped from prison.”

“What?” Johnny exclaimed, his hands clenching into fists.

“That’s not possible,” Ben said, shaking his head.

Reed offered no explanation, instead simply saying, “We have to go. Now.”

You stood up, hands wringing together nervously as you looked to your soulmate.

Johnny turned to you, quickly pressing a kiss to your lips as he took your face in his hands. “It’s okay. HERBIE will stay with you, and I’ll be back before you know it, okay?”

Your heart was pounding. The Fantastic Four had had a few minor battles since you’d gotten together with Johnny, but for some reason this felt different. More urgent. And you couldn’t ignore the dread in the pit of your stomach.

“Who are the Frightful Four?” you asked.

“Johnny, let’s go!” Sue called. You saw her, Reed and Ben hovering by the front door, waiting for Johnny.

Johnny turned to you, a pleading look in his eyes. “I don’t have time to explain. But it’ll be alright, okay? I’ll be back soon. I promise.”

He turned and ran towards his family. “I love you,” you called out after him.

Johnny turned around and blew you a kiss, winking at you. “I love you more.”

And then they were gone.

HERBIE appeared from beside you, placing a little robotic hand on your arm and beeping quietly at you. You sighed, slumping back onto the couch. “Thanks buddy.”

An hour had passed, and there was still no sign of the Fantastic Four. Your mind had been spinning nonstop, and you had been sitting by the windows overlooking the city since they left, hoping for any glimpse of them. But there was nothing.

You sighed, looking over at HERBIE, who had been watching you. “How about some wine?”

HERBIE beeped in agreement, following you to the kitchen. You opened the cabinets in search of a wine glass, your back to the little robot in charge of watching over you.

“Where the hell are the wine glasses,” you muttered to yourself. There were so many collectible Fantastic Four dishes and glasses that you couldn’t get to the real glassware. Your eyes landed on a tiny Johnny Storm action figure in front, and you picked it up, pressing a little button on the side.

“Flame On!” The little figurine exclaimed.

You grinned, a chuckle escaping you before you put it back in the cabinet. “There you are,” you exclaimed, finally finding a wine glass in the very back.

A clang suddenly erupted from the living room then, and you whirled around, nearly dropping the wine glass you just picked up.

“Hello?” You called out. Peering from around the opened cabinet, you looked for HERBIE, but saw him nowhere. You swallowed, heart nervously skipping a beat. “HERBIE?”

You slowly walked out of the kitchen, leaning to the side to peek around the corner. “Johnny?”

Nothing.

You continued walking into the living room and gasped as you peeked over the sofa. HERBIE was on his side, his back panel opened with cut wires sticking out in all directions.

“Hello, Y/n.”

You dropped your wine glass with a yelp. You looked up, and standing in the shadows by the staircase in front of Johnny’s room, was…the man from the audience.

You were too shocked and terrified to even notice the shards of glass that cut your foot open when the wine glass landed on the ground. Your hands were shaking, adrenaline and fear pumping in your veins. “You,” you whispered. Suddenly you wished very much that you had listened to Reed and kept the coma cannon close to you. But it was unfortunately still in the lab.

The smirk that the man had worn the day of your interview only grew. He took a step towards you, out from the shadows. “You recognize me?”

You swallowed. “Yes. You were…in the audience.”

“I was,” the stranger replied, continuing to make his way closer to you. You took several steps back.

“Do you know who I am?” he asked.

You shook your head.

He smile was all teeth.

“That’s alright, dear. You will.”

***

Johnny landed on the balcony of the Baxter Building, putting his flames out as he waltzed into the living room. “False alarm,” he called out to you. “Turns out it was a bogus tip, so the Frightful Four have not broken out of prison—“

Johnny froze, his eyes landing on HERBIE on the ground. Immediately he looked up, scanning the living room for any sign of you or another threat. Instead, his eyes landed on shards of broken glass…and… “Blood,” he whimpered. He could feel bile rising up and catching in his throat, panic setting in. “Y/n?!”

Ben, Sue and Reed finally opened the front door, exhaustion and irritation lining their features. “I don’t get it,” Ben said. “We’ve never received a bogus tip.”

Johnny was suddenly in front of them, panting, a terrified expression on his face. “Y/n’s gone.”

“What?!”

All of them followed Johnny to the living room and took in the scene before them. Broken glass. Blood. HERBIE on the floor, wires disconnected, motionless.

“Look,” Sue exclaimed, pointing to a small piece of paper placed carefully on the coffee table.

Johnny ran over and grabbed it, scanning it. “It’s a set of coordinates.”

“Well then, let’s go get her,” Ben urged.

“Wait,” Reed called out. “We need to think about this, guys.”

Johnny scoffed in disbelief. “Think about what? Somebody took my soulmate, Reed, and they gave us the coordinates to go get her. We’re leaving. Now.” Johnny immediately began running towards the balcony.

“You don’t think this is a trap?” Reed asked, incredulous.

Johnny whirled around. “Of course it’s a trap!” He yelled, his arms out in frustration. “You think I don’t know that? I—“ Johnny stopped speaking suddenly, his eyes narrowing as realization set in.

“What is it?” Sue asked.

“God damn it,” Johnny yelled again, crumpling the piece of paper in his hands and kicking the leg of the coffee table. He paced, running his fingers through his hair in frustration. “I know who took her.”

“Who?” Reed, Ben and Sue demanded.

Johnny sunk onto the sofa, his head hanging low in his hands. “Who else would send a fake anonymous tip about the Frightful Four escaping prison, just to get us out of the house and take my soulmate?”

Johnny was met with a few seconds of silence before Sue gasped, realization setting in.

“Bentley Wittman.”

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𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.

series summary: you had only needed an escape, a way to shut off your brain from going over a thousand miles a minute. from the unattainable expectations of your mother, to your boyfriend, jason's, own expectations, plus the demands being hawkins high's head cheerleader came with, you were struggling to find yourself in the mix. that is, until you met eddie munson.

series warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, angst, cheating (reader is in an established relationship with jason), fem!cheerleader!reader, toxic family dynamic (reader's mom is trying to live vicariously through her), fluff, semi-public sex, creampie, lots of jealousy/possessiveness from both reader and eddie, emotional abuse (reader's mom), canon divergence (the upside down doesn't exist)

a/n: reader is 18 in this. she’s not held back, but she is one of the oldest in her class. eddie is canon age. please, please head the warnings before reading on. also, if you’d like to request little blurbs/drabbles or concepts about this series, please don’t hesitate to send some to my inbox.

❥ prequel: you just needed something to take the edge off, to deal with the incessant belittling brought onto you by your mother. but you didn’t know it would lead to an unlikely relationship with eddie munson.

❥ eddie fucks reader in a storage closet

❥ part one: it's been three months since starting your side fling with eddie, and one day you decide to get a little risqué in the cafeteria in front of everyone, including your boyfriend.

❥ eddie gets jealous of reader wearing jason's letterman jacket

❥ eddie makes reader a bracelet to show she's his

❥ reader experiences jealousy for the first time after seeing eddie talking to nancy

❥ jason being mean to reader in front of eddie

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𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: after you receive a series of anonymous love letters, eddie has a confession to make that might make or break your whole friendship. 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: eddie munson (stranger things, 2022) x fem!reader 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut (minors dni, fingering and oral f!receiving, p in v sex, unprotected sex, praise kink, innocence kink, corruption kink, breeding kink), loss of virginity, a little possessiveness if you squint, cute fluffy eddie head over heels for you, discussions of pregnancy and marriage, housewife kink, mentions of abuse (talking about eddie’s dad/childhood), pregnancy 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: this is really seriously the definition if “it started as a drabble, now it’s a fic, now it’s a series” i know i saw that about everything but it’s TRUE LOL, lol hope you all enjoy! updates will be every wednesday!

chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 3

chapter 4

chapter 5

epilogue

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Series Masterlist

Eddie x Teacher!Reader

✏︎ Summary: Forced to move back home to Hawkins after your fiancé cheats on you, you begin to fall in love again with an audacious 20 year old metalhead, only there’s one problem — he’s still in high school and you’re his English teacher.

While you struggle starting over in a place you never thought you would return, Eddie struggles feeling stuck in a place he can’t manage to leave — until you offer to help him.

Of all the lessons learned, the most important are the ones you teach each other.

✏︎ Series CW: forbidden romance, slow burn, smut (18+ mdni), true love, internal conflict, student-teacher relationship, 10 year age gap, mutual pining, sexual tension, emotions, drama, angst, character development, happy ending :)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12

Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Flip-Flopped Pregnancy AU

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A Little Bit of Cheer | E. Munson

You surprise Eddie with a decorated locker as a way to make up for missing his upcoming gig — eddie x fem!cheerleader!reader fluff

warnings: sexually suggestive talk, mentions of bullying

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Eddie wasn’t great at showing up to school, hence why he was in his third senior year of high school. But today, it was imperative that he came in. Even if he didn’t enter a single one of his classrooms, you really wanted him to show up and see the surprise you had for him.

You had reminded him that you had a surprise for him throughout the week, and called him from the school payphone at seven in the morning telling him how excited you were to see him in a couple hours.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll be there. Don’t worry, sweetheart.” He had told you.

Your call had woken him up, you could tell from his voice and the fact that he almost never woke up before eight, but you were okay with that since it just ensured that he was awake and thinking about you.

As students started milling into school, you stood by the front doors and watched the parking lot for your boyfriend’s van.

Admittedly, you were a bit nervous that he wasn’t going to show up. Maybe he would press snooze, or assume he was dreaming when you called. But you had hope. Eddie always showed up when it came to you, even if he was a little late sometimes.

Leaning against the school marquee, you fidgeted with your nails in between glances at your watch and the rows of cars just in case you missed him.

“Give him a couple more minutes.” Your friend told you after noticing your nerves. “He’s like a dog for you, just running over any time you call. Today’s not gonna be an exception.”

And before you could even respond, you saw it out of the corner of your eye. Eddie’s shitty old van that he considered to be among his top three possessions—four, if he was allowed to count you.

Your face erupted into a smile as you watched him roll into the lot and park while just barely staying in the lines.

You ran over to Eddie’s van without saying bye to your friend, but she understood anyway. Your boyfriend had only been out of his van for a few seconds before you launched yourself into his arms.

“You’re here!” You exclaimed against his neck as he held you close.

“Yeah, you told me to be. And I wanted to see this surprise you had for me.” He toyed with the hem of your cheer skirt and looked at you with a particular glint in his eye. “If the surprise is you in your little Hawkins High cheer getup, I like it.”

“That’s not it, but you’re free to look.”

Eddie rested his hand on your thigh and slid it up your skirt until you swatted it off.

“You look with your eyes, Munson.” You laughed, then leaned forward to kiss his cheek and take his hand in yours. “Now come on. I wanna graduate with you, which means I have to show you the thing and then make sure you get to class.”

“Then lead the way.”

You started into the school with your fingers entwined. Ever since you and Eddie had started publicly dating, people at school had started to ease up on him a bit. They’ve treated him like by getting with you, he’s moved up a few rungs on the social ladder. And ever since you noticed that change, you’ve made it a point to be seen with Eddie in public whenever possible.

“This morning, the squad had to decorate the football team’s lockers as a morale boost for the game today. That’s why I got here so early.” You told Eddie as you rounded the corner to the hallway where his locker lived. “And as I was buying the supplies, I thought ‘maybe it’s not just the athletes that deserve their lockers decorated’, y’know? Especially since you’re playing a gig tonight.”

Once you finished talking, Eddie caught sight of his locker, which was decorated with crepe paper, ribbons, and enthusiastic-looking bubble letters that he couldn’t quite read just yet.

His jaw dropped and he turned to you with a look of bewilderment.

“I know you have a bad history of people vandalizing your locker, so I figured I would, well, also vandalize your locker. But with nice things!”

Eddie took in the sight now that you two were close enough to your display that he could really admire it.

It was covered top to bottom in red and black, magazine clippings of his favourite bands, red lipstick kiss prints on construction paper, and the words ‘Rock on, Eddie!’ taking up the space in the center.

He looked stunned, but you couldn’t really read his expression beyond that. You leaned against the locker next to his and bit your lip nervously.

“Do you like it?” You asked him.

“I love it.”

“Really? ‘Cause if it’s too much, I can take it down. I just thought—”

“You thought right.” He assured you. “It’s amazing. You did this all for me, sweetheart?”

“Well, yeah.” You said sheepishly. “I mean, you’re way more deserving of a fun locker than any of those football players.”

“Damn right I do.” Eddie teased.

“Oh, and there’s something for you inside, too.”

He perked up and quickly twisted his combination lock. When he took it off the hook and opened his locker, he was met with the extra gifts you had slipped through the grate.

A note reminding Eddie you loved him—written in your fanciest handwriting, of course—and polaroids you had taken of yourself in your cheer uniform that he loved so much. Nothing too special, but definitely things he would want to keep in his wallet or taped to his van’s console.

“Since I can’t be there for your show tonight, I thought this could make up for it.”

“You didn’t need to make up for anything, really. But I do love it.” He promised, then his eyes softened. “And I love you.”

“I love you more.”

And before Eddie could respond and you both could get into that ridiculous, lovesick back and forth, you pulled him into a kiss, which he gladly fell into.

He brought his hands to your waist and pulled you impossibly close. You tangled your fingers into his frizzy hair that he definitely forgot to brush this morning as you tasted the butter and cinnamon from the toast he had before coming to school.

Then the school bell rang, so you pulled back and let go, obviously much to Eddie’s dismay. His hands were still on you, though they had moved down to your hips, and Eddie looked at you like he was begging you to skip class with him.

“You better get to class, Munson.” You told him. “Can’t risk getting detention today.”

“I take back all the nice things I said this morning. You’re an evil woman.”

You pulled his hand off of your hip and pressed a kiss to his bicep as you gently pushed him off you. “Maybe, but you still love me.”

He watched you walk away, heading to your first class of the day. His gaze alternated between your short skirt and the ponytail that he loved to pull when he got you alone after your cheer practices.

He was so lost in his dirty thoughts about you, he didn’t even notice you turning around and catching him staring.

“You’re not going to class!” You called out from halfway down the hall. “You’ll see me at lunch, loverboy, so you should stop staring and start studying!”

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jqmalikhsgib · 5 days ago

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Can we talk about how Joseph Quinn said in an interview that his version of Johnny Storm in the new Fantastic Four movie caters to be attractive to today’s women? Because I want to talk about it.

Johnny Storm in the past movies (specifically the 2005 movie) was portrayed as a womanizer, cocky, and callous, because that was attractive to a lot of women in the early 2000’s.

Johnny Storm in the 2025 movie, is DEFINITELY not a womanizer, cocky, and callous. He’s an intelligent, kind man, who is sacrificial and loves his family. Which is what a lot of women in 2025 see as attractive.

I think it’s such a cool detail for the producers/directors/Joseph Quinn to add, because Johnny has always been “attractive” and he’s changing with the times!

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jqmalikhsgib · 6 days ago

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do you wanna come over? - eddie munson

Eddie Munson x female! reader

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Eddie Munson Masterlist

Summary:

You’re one of the most beautiful and popular girls in Hawkins, and you’ve set your sights on the Freak, Eddie Munson. Little do you know, he’s a virgin - and also pretty in love with you.

Warnings:

Smut (18+), protected p in v, unprotected p in v, oral (m and f receiving), cum eating sort of, restraints, virgin!eddie, perv!eddie, drug use, getting walked in on

Word Count: 9.7k

A/N:

This is set up for a part 2, so let me know if you’d like to see that soon! Thank you @punkrockmlchael for my banner and for reading, and thank you @the-witty-pen-name , @losingmygrasponreality, @lesservillain!

Eddie Munson was your weed dealer and nothing more.

Well, occasionally shrooms. Or Special K. Basically, he was your dealer with no strings attached.

You weren’t even sure if you liked the guy. You didn’t know him. He was very…vocal from what you saw of him in the cafeteria, but he always came along with his small group of nerdy friends. You never saw him with a girl. Not once.

There was no way Eddie Munson was a virgin, right? The dude had done his senior year 3 times now, he was like 20 years old. You figured the girls at school probably just weren’t his taste anymore.

Why Eddie was on your mind so much lately was honestly beyond you. You had never thought of him much before, unless you needed some drugs for the weekend. But now it was like he was always on your mind. You even brought it up to your best friend, Chrissy, after practice.

“There’s just no way he’s a virgin, right?” You asked her as you moved into a split, feeling the muscles in your thighs stretching.

Chrissy giggled as she did the same. “Why are you so interested in Eddie Munson’s sex life all of a sudden?”

“I’m not,” you said quickly. “It just…doesn’t make sense. Have you ever seen him with a girl?”

“Of course not,” Chrissy said. “But who knows what he gets up to outside of school.”

Her words stuck with you. Because you wanted to know what Eddie got up to outside of school.

You found yourself fantasizing about it, dreaming about it. When Eddie first started making his appearances in your dreams, it shocked you. You had never been attracted to him until that night. You dreamt of him shirtless, tattoos exposed on his lithe body. He rolled a joint with his dexterous fingers and lit it, taking a long drag before handing it to you.

“Your turn, princess,” he’d said in a lower, much more suave voice than you’d ever actually heard from him. You grabbed for the joint but he held it out of your reach, bringing it back to his own lips and breathing deeply before leaning in and breathing the smoke out into your mouth. You had moaned against his lips, feeling his smirk against your own mouth.

He looked like a sex god. Sometimes he would grab his guitar and play you a song. Sometimes he would undress you and eat your pussy all night, other times he would make you worship his cock until he was satisfied and cumming all over your face. You especially liked it when he held you down and fucked you like your body begged to be fucked.

Then you’d wake up in a cold sweat, clit throbbing between your legs in a way that had you desperate to go back to sleep and let him finish you off. You’d have to face him at school again, just the usual nerdy guy you remembered.

You figured you had to make a move.

You approached him during lunch, short little green and yellow cheer skirt swaying as you crossed the room towards him. You caught his attention about halfway across the room and he did a double take, wide eyes landing on you as his friends turned to see what had distracted him.

“Hey, Eddie,” you greeted, a small smile on your lips.

“Uh, h-hey,” he said, smoothing a hand through his wild hair. It didn’t do much to tame the curls. “What’s up?”

“I was hoping maybe we could meet up after school?” You asked, your voice obviously flirtatious. One of his friends - Gareth? - raised his eyebrows at him, looking between the two of you with a barely contained smirk.

“Oh! Yeah, for sure,” he said. “The usual? In the woods behind the school?”

“Sounds good,” you agreed. “See you later…Eddie.”

You made a point to sway your hips as you walked away, and you could feel Eddie’s and his friends’ eyes on you. Your ass, specifically. You knew what you had been blessed with, and you weren’t afraid to use it.

That day after school, you snuck off and headed down the familiar path through the wooded area. The leaves crunched beneath your white sneakers as you walked, the October chill making you pull your sweater tighter around your body. No one was at the meetup spot when you arrived, so you sat on top of the table, legs crossed as you waited.

It wasn’t long before the crunching of leaves gave away another presence. Eddie approached the table, eyes locked on your form. God, those legs in that little skirt. He thought about what it might be like to spread them, to breathe in your scent and bury his face between your thighs. He had frequent fantasies of stealing a pair of your panties during practice and bringing them home, bringing them up to his face and breathing deeply, wrapping them around his cock as he fisted it, spilling his cum all over the pretty material. He had no idea what your panties actually looked like, but surely they were as perfect as you.

He carried his metal lunchbox, stocked with weed. His gait was slow as he got closer to you, taking his sweet time to drink in your appearance until he’d had his fill. When he reached the table, he sat the lunch pail down on the wood with a bang.

“What can I get you today, m’lady?” He asked, a playful smile on his face as he performed an exaggerated bow. “A half for 20, perhaps?”

“I’ll take a half,” you said. “And..do you have any more of that Special K?

Eddie slowly looked up at you with a mischievous grin. “Yeah, back at the house. I’ll have to get it. I could bring it tomorrow.”

You shifted from your position, crossing the other leg, and Eddie just about combusted on the spot as he caught the slightest glimpse of your panties. Pink and lacy, exactly what he pictured you’d wear. It completely threw him off.

“Hello? Eddie?”

Your voice snapped Eddie back to reality. “Shit, sorry. What?”

“I said you could bring it tomorrow.” You smiled. “Or I could ride with you to get it then. I just can’t tonight because of practice…”

Eddie swallowed. You really wanted to ride with him back to his place? Alone? “Uh, okay, sure.”

You debated making your next move, wondering if it would be too far, but you went for it anyway. “So, Eddie…I was just wondering. Do you ever take any payment that’s not…money?”

Eddie furrowed his brows. “Like what? Sometimes my car guy does work for me in exchange for weed, but…” The look on your face told him that’s not what you’d been talking about. “Oh, jesus, no. You don’t have to do that. If you need me to spot you, I can-“

“But what if I want to?”

Eddie just stared at you. “You want to…?”

“Oh my god, Eddie.” You spread your legs, reaching for his waist and pulling him into you. Your hand dragged across his cock over his jeans, feeling him already hard and even bigger than you’d imagined. “Why don’t you just let me make you feel good?”

Eddie’s knees felt weak, his heart thundering in his chest as you pulled him close to you. This couldn’t be real, he had to be dreaming. In fact, he was pretty sure he’d had this exact dream before. His hands rested on your thighs to hold himself upright - god, your soft, bare thighs… He started to speak, stopping to clear his throat. “You really don’t have to do this-“

You squeezed his cock through the material, making him moan out loudly. “Does this show you how badly I want to do this?”

His voice cracked when he spoke. “I- yeah, I think I get the idea.” He looked around, like he was expecting someone to jump out from behind a tree and literally catch him with his pants down. “You’re- you’re fucking with me, right? This is all just a big joke?”

“Eddie, I would never do that,” you said earnestly. Your brows furrowed as you looked up at him. “Have you really never done this before?”

“I-“ Eddie backed up, even though it was the last thing he wanted to do. “No, I haven’t, okay? I’m not like that.”

“There’s nothing wrong with-“

“No, I know,” he said quickly. “I just…I haven’t.”

“Why not?” you asked again. “Are you into girls? Because it’s okay if you’re not-“

“Yes, I’m into girls!” Eddie rubbed a hand over his face, like he was frustrated. “I haven’t…done things like that before.”

“You haven’t done things like this, or you haven’t done things at all?”

Eddie was quiet. Then, finally- “At all.”

You reached for him, your hand grazing his. He startled at the touch, the electricity that shot through his body at the smallest feeling. “I don’t care if you’re a virgin, Eddie. I just want to make you feel good.”

He looked back at you, letting you pull him close again. “Why?”

“I’ve been…thinking about you,” you admitted.

“Thinking about me?”

“Stop being so coy,” you teased him. “Do you not know how hot you are?”

Eddie shook his head. “No one thinks that.”

“I do.” You said it easily, quickly. “I’ve been thinking about you nonstop. Thinking about all the things I want to do to you…all the things I want you to do to me…”

“Yeah?” He said, his voice low and breathless. “Like what?”

“Just thinkin’ about you, and what those long fingers can do,” you said, fingers trailing along his own. “About your mouth, your tongue.” You ran your hands down his chest. “About how big your cock is, how you’d use it…”

Eddie’s breath hitched in his throat. He could barely breathe when you talked like that. “You…you think those things about me?”

“Of course I do.” You brought his fingers up to your lips, gently pressing them there as you smirked up at him. Your tongue darted out and licked his fingertips and he groaned just under his breath. “I think about you all the time.”

“Why have you never, uh,” he cleared his throat again. “Never said anything before?”

You shrugged, continuing to tease the older boy. “Guess I just got the nerve up.”

Eddie scoffed. “You’re like the hottest girl in school. Why would you ever be afraid to ask someone out? Especially me?”

“You think I’m the hottest girl in school?” You smirked, placing his finger in your mouth and sucking on it. His knees buckled, his cock impossibly hard in his jeans at this point.

Your hands roamed down his chest until you reached his belt buckle. You looked up at him for permission, his heavy lidded gaze glued to yours. He nodded once, and you undid the belt, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling the zipper down painstakingly slowly.

Eddie whimpered as you freed his cock, the massive, thick length catching you by surprise. Eddie reached for the table to hold himself up as you wrapped your fist around it, slowly stroking him.

“H-oh,” he breathed out, hips jerking forward into your touch. His tip leaked precum already, the head a deep red and cock achingly hard. He twitched in your hold, telling you he wanted, needed more.

“Why don’t you lean against the table?” You offered, sliding off and leaving the room for him to sit.

“Yeah, yeah okay,” he said, moving to take your spot. He leaned against the wood, his long legs stretching to the ground. You sunk to your knees in the dirt in front of him, stroking him as you stuck your tongue out to lick his tip. He groaned again, knuckles turning white where they gripped the edge of the table.

You wrapped your plush lips around his cock and began taking him deeper down your throat. He cried out at the feeling, one of his hands moving to hold onto the back of your head.

“Oh, shit,” he moaned, head tilting back but not wanting to miss any part of what you were doing. “Fuck. Yeah, that’s…that feels nice…”

You swirled your tongue around the vein on the underside of his cock, paying extra attention to the head when you’d come up. He was a moaning, writhing mess above you as he thrusted his hips into your mouth, and you were pretty sure they would hear him up at the school if he kept this up.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” he whined, his chest heaving. “Shit, that’s so good.”

You brought a hand up to stroke the seam of his balls, and his stomach muscles clenched, his cock twitching in your mouth. You massaged them in your hand, and Eddie fell apart above you, his eyes rolling back in his head.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna- gonna c-um, shit shit shit-“

That was all the warning you got before Eddie was shooting ropes of his cum into your mouth, down your throat, as he moaned loudly. It surprised you a little and you gagged at first, but swallowed every drop he gave you. You pulled off of him with a pop and he watched the spit trail connecting your lips to his cock.

“Jesus Christ,” he breathed when you stood, dirt tracks on your neat white cheerleading socks and your bare knees. He awkwardly tucked himself back away as you brushed the dirt off your skin. “Um…thank you?”

You giggled. “No problem…Did you like it?”

“Did I-“ he huffed a laugh. “I mean, you made my dreams come true, baby. That was pretty fuckin’ awesome.”

“Yeah? Your dreams came true?” You teased as you leaned forward, rubbing his thighs over his jeans. His eyes shamelessly lingered on your body.

“Fuck yeah,” he breathed.

“I liked it, too,” you hummed. “Made me sooo wet.”

Eddie’s eyes went wide. “Just from sucking me off?”

“Yeah,” you giggled. “It was hot.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“What, wanna see?” Eddie just watched you so you stood, turning around and bending over while lifting your tiny skirt over your ass. The small wet spot on your panties was visible from behind you, confirmed by the low groan Eddie let out.

“Christ,” he muttered.

“I feel bad I didn’t get to make you feel good,” Eddie said when you stood and returned to the table, sliding onto it next to him.

“Next time,” you promised him.

“There’s gonna be a next time?” He raised his eyebrows, like he expected this to be a one and done thing between you.

“Well, yeah,” you gently nudged his shoulder. “I don’t really just suck dick in the forest and move on with my life.”

Eddie laughed lightly. “That’s good for me then, I guess.” He snapped his fingers as a memory came back to him. “Oh! You’re coming to my place tomorrow? For the K?”

“Yeah,” you confirmed. “Why, you got something planned?”

He smirked but just shrugged. “Nah. Nothing planned.”

“I’ll take the half, though.”

“Oh, yeah.” He reached into his pail and pulled the baggie out. “I’d feel bad charging you for this now, but I also feel bad not charging you for it.”

You laughed - “I mean, I won’t complain if you don’t want to charge me this time.”

“Then it’s on the house,” he smiled at you. “Thanks again, by the way.”

“You don’t have to thank me,” you chuckled. “I wanted to. Believe me.” You stood from the table, shoving the baggie of weed into your bag. “I’ve got to get going…practice.”

“Oh, yeah.” Eddie seemed bummed to see you go, like he wanted to ask you to stay longer or tag along to watch you at practice. “You got extra, uh…socks?”

You looked down, sheepish grin on your face at the sight of the dirt. “Yeah. I do.” You turned as you began walking back to the school. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Ed!”

“Bye!” He called after you, feeling like a total idiot.

Back in the school, you shed your bag in your practice locker and changed into a clean pair of cheer socks. By the time you joined Chrissy in the gym, she was giving you a knowing smirk.

“And where were you?” She asked innocently. She definitely clocked the remaining dirt on your knees.

“Just…doing some shopping.”

“With Eddie?”

You blushed. “Maybe.”

“Oh my god,” she giggled. “…Was he a virgin?”

You gave her a look. “Not for long.”

Chrissy practically squealed with laughter, falling over backwards. As the coach came over and started practice, you focused, getting your mind centered on practice and not a certain big-dicked virgin metalhead. But as you performed your tricks, tumbling down the mat and flying as your teammates tossed you into the air, your mind was locked on big brown eyes only.

The next day, you had plans to meet Eddie after practice and go to his place. You headed into the gym in your uniform with your bag over your shoulder, ready to focus on your stunts, but you nearly tripped over your own feet when you saw Eddie sitting in the bleachers.

No one watched cheerleading practice besides a couple of the girls’ boyfriends, so it was a shock to see him there. And you knew he was there for you. He gave you a small wave as your eyes met his, and you couldn’t help laughing.

You went on with practice, performing your back handsprings and tosses as a flyer. Eddie watched the entire time, his attention fully on you. His eyes followed you everywhere you went, amazed by the stunts you were able to pull off. Every now and then he caught the slightest glimpse of your panties beneath your skirt, and that was enough for him.

After practice, you lingered until all your teammates were gone. Eddie watched you curiously, wondering what you were up to. Finally when the last of your cheer teammates had left, you nodded towards the locker room, and Eddie’s eyes widened, but he jumped up to follow you anyway.

Eddie trailed after you into the locker room, watching the sway of your hips and ass as you walked. It was deserted, all of your fellow cheerleaders having already showered and left. You stripped out of your uniform right in front of Eddie, pulling your top off and leaving yourself bare chested. Eddie’s eyes practically bugged out of his head, your bare tits on full display for his eyes. You took off your skirt and panties next, throwing them on the bench.

“Let me go take a shower, then we can go.”

Eddie watched as you turned and left towards the shower. His gaze dropped to the pile of clothes on the bench - particularly the pink panties beneath your skirt. He thought about it - really thought about it, because he’s not that much of a creep - but he snatched them, stuffing them into his jeans pocket.

A few minutes later you came back wrapped in a towel with one wrapped around your hair as well. He watched you, amazed, as you grabbed some clean clothes from your locker. You dropped the towel right in front of him and his eyes took in every inch of your body as you pulled on your underwear then a pair of jeans and a shirt.

“Ready to go?” You asked. Eddie had to shake himself out of his lustful stupor to answer your question.

“Yeah, let’s go.”

You followed him out to the parking lot, duffel bag over your shoulder. He led you to his van, opening the passenger door with a bow. “Ladies first.”

You climbed in with a giggle, buckling your seatbelt as Eddie shut the door for you. He climbed into the driver’s seat and started the van. You watched out the window and listened to Eddie’s heavy music as he drove to his trailer in Forest Hills.

“Welcome to my castle,” he said as he opened the front door of the trailer for you. You gave him a smile as you walked in, seeing the living room decorated with baseball caps, the kitchen littered with trash and dirty dishes. “Sorry, the maid took the week off,” Eddie said as he quickly cleaned up as much as he could. You didn’t mind.

“You can come back, if you want,” he said, pointing his thumb over his shoulder at the bedroom at the end of the hall. “It’s a mess, but…”

“It’s okay, I don’t mind,” you assured him.

You followed him into his room, taking a seat on his bed. He went searching through his stuff, finally surfacing with a baggie of powder clutched between his fingers. “Special K. Peaceful bliss, just moments away.”

You took it from him, passing him the money. You opened the baggie and collected some on your finger, bringing it to your nose to snort the powder. You held some out to Eddie, who snorted it off your finger as well.

A comfortable peace washed over your body quickly. You were feeling good as you laid back on the bed, the euphoria washing over you. Eddie laid on the bed next to you.

“This is some good shit,” you laughed. Eddie laughed, too, turning to you.

“You’re so hot, you know that?” He said, voice lowering as he looked over your body in his bed. “You are so fucking hot.”

You giggled. “You’re hot, too.”

“That’s not true,” he said, suddenly shy. “No one thinks that.”

“I do,” you said, your hand resting on the side of his face. “I think you’re so hot. And kind, and handsome, and funny and interesting.”

Eddie leaned closer to you. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you agreed, and he was so close now his nose was brushing yours.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he told you as his lips moved closer and closer to yours. “My little slut. You liked sucking my cock out in the woods behind the school, didn’t you?”

“Mmhmm,” you hummed against him, his lips now grazing yours, pressing together in a needy kiss. “Loved sucking your cock. So fucking big, so sexy.”

Eddie moaned as he kissed you, his hand roaming your body, up your shirt and over your breasts. “Can I taste you, princess?”

“Hmm?” You hummed the question, mind hazy from his kisses.

“Can I taste you?” He asked again, lips moving down to nip at your neck. “Wanna taste that pussy, princess. I know it’s so good, so fucking sweet and wet. Please let me have a taste.”

“Okay,” you agreed as his kisses trailed lower, his lips moving down over your breasts and stomach, to your thighs. He settled himself between your legs, kissing all over your thighs and over your core through your light purple panties. He could see the wet spot on them, it made his mouth water with his desire to taste you.

He slid your panties down your legs, your pussy finally revealed to him. It was everything he imagined, so fucking hot, and bare all for him. He dove in, tongue sliding through your folds to taste you. You moaned, hand gripping into his wild hair as he devoured you.

Eddie didn’t exactly know what he was doing, but he was eager and excited and that made it even better. He teased your clit with his tongue, wrapping his lips around it and sucking lightly. Then he moved lower, tongue teasing your hole as his nose brushed against your clit.

You moaned, hips bucking up against Eddie’s mouth. “Feels so good,” you moaned, hands trailing over your nipples as Eddie ate your pussy like a man starved.

He started grinding his hips against the bed as he ate you, searching for friction against his hard cock. He rutted frantically against the bed, tongue buried in you as his cock throbbed in his pants, moaning into you as he neared release himself. All from the thought of what he was doing to you, the reality of having his face buried in your cunt, his rock hard dick rubbing against the comforter.

“Eddie, I’m g’na cum,” you moaned desperately as Eddie worked his tongue over your core even more, fingers pulling at his brown locks.

“Cum for me baby, please,” he begged, fully losing himself between your legs, tongue working against your pussy somehow expertly as your release neared.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, Eddie! Oh god, Eddie!” You cried out as you came, hips bucking against his mouth as you rode out your orgasm on his tongue. He kept thrusting against the bed, but hearing you moan his name as you pulled his hair and grinded against his mouth set him off and then he was moaning, cumming in his jeans as you came down beneath his tongue.

He let you ride out your orgasm and then he pulled back, cheeks bright red and a wet spot on his jeans from where he came.

“Did you…?” You asked, looking down at his lap.

“Uh…yeah,” he said shyly, knowing there was no getting out of this with a lie.

You giggled, but there was no judgement behind it. “That’s pretty hot, honestly,”

“It is?” He asked, still blushing furiously. “I didn’t mean to, I just-“

“Couldn’t help yourself?” You trailed a finger down his shoulder, over his chest. He shuddered.

“Yeah,” he agreed. “I just…can’t help myself when I’m around you.”

It was flattering. You loved that he was so weak for you. It made you feel powerful. “You’re so sexy, Eddie.”

He trembled beneath your touch.

That night, when Eddie was alone, he pulled your panties from his pocket. He wasn’t sure if you hadn’t noticed him take them, or if you just hadn’t cared. But he had them, and now he was bringing them up to his nose, breathing in your scent with a groan. He unbuttoned his pants and took his cock out, wrapping the panties around his shaft.

He thought of you. He thought about you wearing these panties during cheerleading practice, the way you’d do your jumps and spread your legs for anyone to see. The way you looked him in the eye just before you did your splits, like you wanted him watching specifically.

He began stroking his cock with the panties wrapped around his length, thinking of you. He thought about eating your pussy, the way you had come undone beneath his tongue. The way you had tasted.

He moaned your name, imagining you were in the room with him now. Imagining you were here riding his cock, tits bouncing as you bounced on him, taking every inch of his dick. Eddie stroked his cock faster, his release approaching faster and faster.

He came to the thought of his cock disappearing into your tight little pussy, the thought of finally fucking you. The way you’d be so desperate for it, legs spread wide as he sunk into your cunt, tits bouncing when he snapped his hips into you. It was enough to send ropes of cum shooting over his fist and all over the panties and his thighs and stomach.

Eddie was down bad for you.

It was a couple of days later when you approached Eddie at school again. His face lit up when he saw you, frantically making room at the lunch table and pushing Gareth out of the way.

“What the fuck?” Gareth asked as Eddie shoved him to the side, but his eyes went wide in understanding when he saw you approaching.

“Hey, Eds,” you greeted him, hand sliding around his shoulders in a way that gave him goosebumps. He looked up at you adoringly, big brown eyes full of something like love.

“Hey,” he greeted you back. “What’s up?”

You leaned over so you were closer to him, leaning over the table with your cleavage in your uniform top right in front of his face. “Do you have any shrooms?”

“S-shrooms?” Eddie asked like he’d never heard the word, too distracted by what was in front of him. “Oh, yeah. I do. At the house.”

“Could I ride with you after school to get them…?”

Eddie swallowed, completely lost in a trance, forgetting about his friends at the table watching this whole interaction. “Yeah. Of course.”

“Cool,” you smiled. “I’ll see you after school then?”

“Yeah, sounds good.” Eddie’s gaze was locked on you as you walked away, that little cheer skirt so short he could just barely catch a glimpse of-

“Munson!”

Eddie snapped out of his you trance to rejoin reality and his friends trying to catch his attention. “What?”

“What the hell is that all about?” Gareth asked. “She’s been talking to you a lot lately.”

Eddie blushed, looking down at his tray of food. “It’s nothing.”

“Nothing? It doesn’t seem like nothing,” Jeff said. “Cheerleaders don’t just talk to us.”

“She just wants to buy some stuff. That’s all.”

The guys exchanged a look. “Soooo,” Gareth drew out the word, “are you gonna tell us who gave you all those hickies?”

Eddie froze, suddenly self conscious. He didn’t even realize they’d been noticeable. He pulled his leather jacket higher around his neck.

“Oh, come on, you can’t pretend we didn’t already see them,” Grant laughed. “Just tell us!”

Eddie looked around. “Okay, yes, it was her. But shut up! Don’t make a big deal out of it.”

The guys all buzzed with excitement, talking over each other as they leaned in closer to Eddie. “How the hell did that happen? What did you guys do? Tell us everything.”

Eddie shook his head. “Uh uh. No way. I’m not going to kiss and tell.”

“When I kissed Carla, you made me tell you everything!” Gareth protested. “Don’t be lame.”

“You kissed Carla Peters for 30 seconds in 7th grade,” Eddie reminded him. “I think we’re dealing with a difference in maturity level here.”

Gareth rolled his eyes. “Whatever,” he muttered. “I would tell you if I lost my virginity. It’s a momentous occasion.”

“I didn’t lose my virginity,” Eddie whispered. “…Yet.”

After school, Eddie watched your cheer practice again. The other girls took notice this time, giving you strange looks. You heard them whispering - “What is that Freak doing here? What a creep.” You felt kind of bad for subjecting him to the gossip of your teammates, but they all shut up when you left with your arm linked in his.

He led you to his van, opening the door for you once again. This time on the ride to his house you chatted, giggling at the jokes Eddie would make. He tried to give you a crash course on D&D, but it was all going over your head.

At the house he held the door open for you, and you slipped inside, taking a seat on his couch. “Um…I know I have those shrooms somewhere…give me a sec.”

You looked all around the living room as Eddie took off to his bedroom, searching through drawers and cabinets. You examined the wall of hats, all the different places they came from and things they represented. By the time Eddie came back with the baggie in his hand, you had just looked at the last one.

“Got ‘em,” Eddie said, handing you the bag. You slipped it into your purse. “Uh…do you want to stay and hang out?”

“Of course,” you smiled at him, watching as he sat down on the couch. You slowly walked over next to him, his eyes on the way your legs moved beneath your skirt. He sure was weak for the uniform, you noticed.

You stood in front of him, looking down at his nervous form. He looked up at you with wide eyes, like he didn’t know what to do with his hands as you stood over him.

You trailed your hands down his arms, reaching his hands and placing them on your hips. He gulped, like he was in shock. But his grip tightened on your hips, feeling the material of your cheer skirt under his hands, wanting to push it up and-

You climbed onto his lap, straddling him. Eddie accidentally let out a low groan, betraying just how far gone he was for you already. You could feel how hard he was, the bulge through his jeans pressing up against your core. You wanted him, so wet your panties were soaked. You needed him.

“Eddie,” you whined, moving your hips against him. He groaned again, grip tightening even more.

“You look so fucking hot,” Eddie said through a clenched jaw, like he was trying to hold himself together. “You’re…a fucking dream, Jesus Christ-“

You leaned in to kiss at his neck, biting gently and making Eddie groan again. His hands were holding onto you as tight as possible, like he was afraid you’d disappear.

“You can touch me,” you said, wanting him to. You wanted to feel his hands all over, wanted to feel him. Every part of him.

He let go of his death grip on your hips and slowly roamed down your thighs as you continued kissing his neck, feeling the bare skin of your legs. He remembered what it was like to taste you, and the thought only made him harder in his jeans. He wanted to do it again and again.

Next his hands moved up, slowly feeling your sides until he reached your tits. They filled his hands perfectly, making him moan as he massaged them. He was desperate to get his mouth on them, to wrap his lips around your nipples, to suck on them.

He reached down and pulled your cheer top up until he was dropping it on his living room floor. He fumbled with your bra clasp for a while before he was able to remove that, too. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of your naked tits, mouth watering. He dove in, wrapping his lips around your nipple and making you gasp.

“Eddie,” you moaned, pleasantly surprised at his boldness. He was learning fast.

“So fucking sexy,” he moaned as his tongue swirled around your nipple, the sensation sending chills through your body. “Can’t believe you’re on my lap right now. Pretty little princess has a thing for the Freak, huh?”

You giggled lightly, eyes closed as you enjoyed the feeling of Eddie’s mouth. “When the Freak is this hot…”

Eddie chuckled. His hands gripped your ass as he switched to the other breast. He guided your hips to grind against him, as if it was possible for him to get any harder than he already was. He’d never been this hard in his life.

You tugged on his shirt and he got the hint, leaning forward to pull it off. Your hands roamed his tattooed chest, feeling the muscles of his chest, the soft skin of his stomach.

“Do you want to take me to your room?” you asked him, your voice a mere whisper against his lips.

“Oh fuck yeah,” Eddie said, then you were squealing as he stood, lifting you up. He stumbled a little and you laughed, but he made his way down the hall to his bedroom, leaving the discarded clothes on the living room floor.

He carefully dropped you down onto his messy bed, landing with a giggle. He kicked his shoes off and quickly undid his belt. You watched as he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, shoving them down his legs. You could really see the size of his erection with nothing but his boxers on, and it was just as impressive as you remembered.

Next he slid your shoes off, leaving the white cheer socks in place. He slowly climbed up your body, pulling your skirt and panties down your legs. With you now fully naked, he looked at you wide eyed. “God, I can’t believe I’m about to fuck you.”

“Can’t believe you’re about to fuck me, or can’t believe you’re about to lose your virginity?” you teased with a laugh.

“Both,” Eddie smiled. He placed kisses all over your skin, his tongue darting out to taste every now and then. You were like a drug - he was utterly addicted to you already.

“Do you have a condom?” you asked him as he reached your lips again, kissing along your jaw and cheek before pressing his lips to yours.

“Uh, I do, actually,” he said sheepishly. “Gareth bought them for me as a joke. Now I guess joke’s on him, because they’re getting used well before he gets to touch a girl.”

You laughed at that - “Well, works out for us, I guess.”

Eddie reached over into the drawer of his bedside table, pulling the unopened box out. He felt a sense of pride as he opened it, pulling out one of the foil packets. This was really happening. He had a pretty girl naked in his bed. Finally.

You pushed his boxers down as he ripped the condom wrapper open with his teeth, sliding the rubber onto his cock just like he’d learned in health class. He was grateful Gareth got the biggest size as part of the joke - but it fit perfectly. Ha.

Eddie leaned over you with one arm by your head and the other between your bodies, pumping his cock a couple times as he lined it up at your entrance. He took a deep breath he hoped you didn’t notice, then he started pushing inside. You gasped at the intrusion, fingers gripping his bedsheets.

“Jesus, Ed,” you breathed, his cock nearly taking your breath away already.

“What?” he asked, stopping his movements. “Are you okay? Am I doing something wrong?”

“No, no,” you assured him. “You’re just fucking huge. But keep going, please.”

His ego properly stroked, he began sinking further into you. He was barely holding it together, a whimper involuntarily escaping from his lips. You were so unbelievably tight, hot, and wet…it felt better than his fist had on his best nights, and watching your face contorting in pleasure every inch he sunk into you was unreal. He had to shut his eyes to keep from cumming right that second.

He bottomed out, and you had never felt so full in your life. None of the guys you’d been with had been this big. Eddie reached down and spread your legs wide, holding them open as he pulled his hips back and snapped them back into you. He fucked into you quickly, filling you completely with every thrust.

“God, you- you’re so flexible, fuck-“

His pleasure-drunk rambling would have made you laugh if he wasn’t currently splitting you wide open with his cock, and looking unbelievably sexy while doing it. He threw his head back, long hair flying backwards. You raked your nails down his chest, making him moan loudly.

“Feels so good, Eddie, fuck, even better than my dreams-“

“You dream about me?” Eddie huffed a breathless laugh. “Fuck, princess, I dream about you too.”

You smiled and opened your mouth to speak just before a particularly hard thrust hit your bundle of nerves perfectly, making your back arch off his bed and the words on your tongue turn into a loud, high moan.

Fuck, the noises you were making were better than any porn he’d ever seen. He didn’t know how he was still going, he’d felt right on the edge since he got inside of you.

“Your pussy is fucking incredible, holy shit-“

Eddie’s hips stuttered into you, his rhythm faltering. He adjusted you into a mating press, fucking you wildly as the most pathetic yet sexy moans left his lips.

“Jesus Christ, Eddie,” you moaned, gripping onto his arms tightly. They were firmer and bigger than you expected, and you could feel his muscles contracting as he put all his effort into fucking you.

“I’m getting real close, baby,” he said, his voice strained. His arms were starting to tremble, his thrusts more frantic and needy. “But I need you to come first.”

You reached down between your sweaty bodies and rubbed circles on your clit, your body writhing beneath him. Eddie let out another pathetic moan at the sight, his rhythm faltering once again, his thrusts getting harder yet slower, hips snapping into you aggressively.

“Ohmygod, Eddie, Eddie, fuck! Yes yes yes, keep fucking me just like that-“

Your orgasm washed over you in a wave, hips grinding up against Eddie’s thrusts as you continued rubbing your clit. Your other hand pinched at your nipples, and the show sent Eddie reeling.

“I’m cumming, oh fuck, I’m…I-I love you! Shit-” Eddie cried out as he came, his eyes squeezing shut as his cum shot into you, filling you up with his spend. He held onto you tightly as he came, it felt endless, like he could cum forever. His body was trembling, hands shaking from their grip on your legs.

Your mouth dropped open in shock at his words, but Eddie didn’t process it until he came down from his high, breathing heavily on top of you.

“Oh, shit-“ Eddie said, sitting up and looking at you with a horrified expression. “I did not mean to say that, I don’t-“

You just stared at him, and then you burst out laughing. Eddie blushed a deep red as you laughed, but eventually he joined in. The two of you giggled together, you leaning your head on his shoulder.

“It’s okay, Eds. I’m not upset.” You held his hand, intertwining your fingers. “It’s a little early for that, but I like the sentiment.”

Eddie laughed. “I don’t know why I said that. It just came out.”

“The sex was that good?” you teased.

“Oh yeah.”

The next day at school, you stuck close by Eddie. You had decided to try dating, and you were unbelievably happy. You walked hand in hand, drawing the attention of absolutely every Hawkins High student. Chrissy’s jaw dropped when she saw the two of you, but then she gave you a bright smile - you knew she’d be in your corner no matter what.

You couldn’t keep your hands off each other. You had never felt so obsessed with a guy before, but you were head over heels for Eddie, and you didn’t care who knew or what anyone thought.

At lunch, you got your food and headed for the Hellfire table. You took a seat right next to Eddie, sharing the end of the table. Eddie beamed, putting his arm around you and pulling you into a kiss that was far too heated for the school cafeteria. His tongue slipped into your mouth, pressing against yours as he kissed you passionately.

The guys stared. Gareth looked at the others - “What the fuck?” he mouthed. Jeff just looked at him wide eyed, while Grant looked impressed. Mike and Dustin looked at each other, shocked.

When you finally pulled apart, you realized you had an audience. “Hi! I’m so sorry.”

Eddie didn’t look sorry at all. He looked happier than the guys had ever seen him. “Guys, this is my girlfriend,” he said with pride, introducing you by name.

The guys thought this had to be a joke. There’s no way you and Eddie had really hooked up, and there was no way you were together now. It made no sense. Yet here you were, all over each other like no one was watching.

You and Eddie shared your lunches with each other as you ate, the sickeningly sweet display holding the attention of every guy at the table.

No one said anything for a while, and you and Eddie were so caught up in your own little world, neither of you noticed. Finally, you got up to go get some napkins, and Gareth took his chance. He cleared his throat, and Eddie looked over at his best friend with a confused expression.

“Care to explain?” Gareth asked, the rest of the table watching on with interest.

“Explain what…?” Eddie asked, genuinely lost.

Gareth did a dramatic gesture towards you. “That.”

“What’s there to explain?” Eddie played with a piece of his food before popping it into his mouth. “She’s my girlfriend.”

“Since when?” Gareth asked. “What the fuck has been going on?”

Eddie looked at your figure from across the cafeteria before turning back to his friends. “Since last night. She came over and we…had a nice night, and I asked her to be my girlfriend.”

“Did you lose your virginity?” Grant asked, the only one of the group who seemed excited for his friend.

Eddie glanced at Mike and Dustin, who were lost in their own conversation now. He nodded, and Grant held out a hand for a high five, which Eddie sheepishly accepted.

“Did she buy from you?” Gareth asked.

“Yeah…why?”

Gareth looked around again before he spoke. “I just…you don’t think she’s only messing around with you for the drugs, right? Cheerleaders don’t talk to us, they definitely don’t sleep with us.”

His words set a fire in Eddie, making him absolutely furious. “What did you just say about her?”

Gareth had never seen Eddie so angry, like flames flickering behind his deep brown eyes. ”Nothing, man. I just don’t want you to get hurt.”

You came back to the table then, all smiles and totally oblivious to the tension at the table. “I got you some too, baby,” you said softly to Eddie, handing him a couple of napkins. Eddie gave Gareth another harsh look, but moved on.

When you’d finished eating, Eddie kissed you again, before leaning his forehead against yours. “Wanna get out of here, baby?”

You giggled. “Where to?”

“My van?” he proposed, voice low and seductive yet still fully audible to the rest of the table. Gareth pretended to gag.

“Sounds good,” you agreed with a mischievous smile, standing along with Eddie. He grabbed your hand as the two of you rushed from the building, leaving Eddie’s friends dumbfounded. Chrissy gave you a smile as you left, but her boyfriend, Jason, scowled and whispered something to his friends.

In the parking lot, Eddie opened his van, letting you climb inside before he joined you. In the back you immediately met in a heated kiss, pulling at each other’s clothes and touching each other everywhere.

You pushed Eddie’s jacket off before tugging at his shirt, smirking when he quickly pulled it over his head. He pulled your panties off, leaving your cheer skirt on. He quickly undid his belt and jeans and pushed them down just enough to free his cock.

“Turn over for me, baby,” he said, pumping his cock in his fist. “Want that cute little ass in the air, ready for me.”

You did as Eddie said, moving onto your hands and knees before lowering your upper half to the floor of the van. Eddie groaned at the sight, hands rubbing over the skin of your ass beneath your skirt. He hiked the skirt up around your hips, leaving you exposed to him.

“Do you have a condom?” you asked him.

Eddie froze. “Shit. No, I didn’t bring one.”

You thought for a moment. “It’s okay. I want you anyway.”

Eddie’s grip on your hips tightened. “Are you sure, princess?”

“Yes,” you said, your voice assured. “I want it, Eds. I don’t care if you don’t have one, I need you in me.”

Eddie groaned, pressing his hard cock against you. He thrusted his hips lightly, grinding himself against your ass. “God, you’re going to be the death of me, princess. You’re fucking unreal.”

You felt him press against your pussy, sliding between your folds and collecting your wetness on his cock. The feeling was like heaven for him, the memories of being inside you came rushing back, making his dick throb. He had to have you again. And this time he’d get to feel you raw? The thought alone had his knees weak.

He pushed the head of his cock inside you, the stretch already too good. You both moaned as he filled you, inch by thick inch. When he bottomed out he wasted no time thrusting into you again and again, a quick pace rocking the van right there in the school parking lot for anyone who came outside to see.

The old van squeaked as it rocked back and forth with the power of Eddie’s frantic thrusting, the windows fogged up from the heat you two created together. He used his grip on your hips to pull your body back into him every time he thrusted into you, making them all the more intense.

He reached forward and pulled on your ponytail, jerking your head back and making you moan. “Eddie!”

“Oh fuck, you like that, baby? You want me to be a little rough?”

“Yes, fuck,” you moaned, eyes fluttering shut as he thoroughly pounded you from the back. When he suddenly pulled out you whimpered at the loss, but he quickly flipped you over.

Eddie sat up on his knees, throwing his shirt off before he pulled the handcuffs off his belt. Your eyes widened as he looped them through the bottom of the driver’s seat and attached them to your wrists, pinning them above your head.

The way your body stretched with your arms up like that was a sight to behold. It put your tits on full display, his hands grabbing for them the second he started fucking into you again. The angle he had your hips with him up on his knees was intoxicating, his cock hitting your bundle of nerves with every thrust.

“Please, Eddie, harder,” you begged, your voice a whiney moan. Eddie obliged immediately, the slapping noise of your skin meeting filling the space.

“Fuck, look so pretty like this, princess,” he huffed, out of breath from his vigorous movements and the heat you were creating in the stuffy van. “Never thought you’d be tied up in the back of the freak’s van, taking his cock and begging for more, huh?”

No, you didn’t. You were just as surprised as anyone at your current situation.

“You’re so good, too,” Eddie moaned. “Your pussy is so perfect. Fits my cock just right. I’m so deep in you, baby, fuck!”

Eddie was struggling to hold it together, the feeling of you wrapped around him without the barrier of the condom was almost too much to bear. He spread your legs wide and leaned over you, burying his face in your neck.

He whimpered into your neck as he fucked you, his shallow thrusts quick and desperate. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly to his sweaty body. You wrapped your legs around his waist, holding him even closer. It was so intimate, and Eddie was losing it.

He cried out as his orgasm hit him unexpectedly, hips rutting against you as he pumped all his cum inside, balls tightening, giving you everything he had. He moaned your name again and again, shuddering on top of you.

As he came down and pulled out of you, freeing you from the handcuffs, he realized you didn’t get to finish. “Oh, shit, baby. I’m so sorry. Let me make it up to you-“

“Eddie, it’s really okay,” you giggled, not upset at all. “I still enjoyed myself. I don’t have to- oh!”

Eddie cut you off by diving between your legs, his tongue licking between your folds. He could taste himself where his cum leaked out of you, but he didn’t mind. You had never experienced anything like this before.

You moaned, writhing beneath his tongue, pulling on his long, soft hair. He devoured you, tongue moving up to flick over your clit before wrapping his lips around it and sucking. His tongue was so long and so talented, he’d never done anything with a girl before you and you knew this, but you would never have guessed by the way he ate pussy.

Eddie moaned against you, slipping two of his fingers inside as his mouth focused on your clit. He pumped them in and out of you much like he’d fucked you, and it wasn’t long before you were clenching around his fingers, moaning little “Eddie! Eddie! Eddie!”s as you got closer and closer.

You came on his tongue, pulling hard on his curls and nearly screaming his name. If anyone was out in the parking lot, they’d know exactly what you were doing and who was doing it to you.

Eddie kept his movements up until you were pushing him away, overstimulated. He moved back up your body and kissed you hard, both of you smiling against each others’ lips.

Eddie tucked his spent cock away back in his jeans and collapsed against the wall of the van, still shirtless. You pulled your panties back on, straightening your uniform. “Do you wanna smoke?”

“Sure,” Eddie agreed easily, reaching into the front and pulling out an already rolled joint. He sparked it up with his lighter and took a drag, passing it to you.

As you smoked together, laughing and talking, Eddie felt like he was completely in love. But in the back of his head, Gareth’s words stuck with him, nagging. He didn’t really think you were only with him for the drugs, he was pretty sure you felt the same way about him as he did about you. Yet something about it wouldn’t leave him alone.

After practice and dressed comfortably in a t-shirt and soft short shorts, you walked to Eddie’s van with his arm around you. Your teammates gave you strange looks, but you didn’t care. You were happy.

“Hey!” You heard Chrissy’s voice calling your name as you were just leaving the building. You and Eddie both turned.

“Hey,” you greeted her with a smile. “What’s up?”

Chrissy looked awkward, uncomfortable. “Can I talk to you for a sec?”

“Sure.” You looked up at Eddie and he smiled at you, bending down and placing a kiss to your lips. “Be right back.”

You followed Chrissy back into the locker room, which was deserted. Chrissy sighed, pacing back and forth.

“What’s up, Chris?” you asked, worried.

“It’s just…” She fiddled with her fingers. her nerves obvious. Like she was doing something she didn’t want to be doing. “Jason doesn’t like that you’re seeing Eddie.”

You blinked at her. Then, a laugh. “Chris, I love you to death, but I don’t really give a fuck what your boyfriend thinks.”

She winced, like she knew that was exactly what you were going to say. “Yeah, but…” She sighed again. “Jason thinks that it ruins the image of the cheer team. He thinks as long as you’re dating Eddie, you shouldn’t cheer. And he got the coach to agree.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Your heart beat loud in your ears, your hands starting to shake. “What?”

Chrissy looked pained. “I know. I tried to talk to him-“

“Why does Jason Carver have any say over who’s on the cheerleading team?” you asked, getting worked up. “This is bullshit. I’m team captain! And what’s wrong with Eddie? Besides that he’s a little different?” You scoffed. “You guys are so close minded it’s sickening.”

Chrissy looked as if you’d struck her. “It’s not me, I promise. I tried. But everyone else agreed.”

You felt sick to your stomach. You hadn’t felt as happy as you do with Eddie in…well, ever. You couldn’t choose between two things you loved.

Loved?

“I’ve got to go,” you said, shaking your head. “Maybe try to talk to your boyfriend again. Because mine hasn’t done anything wrong.”

You turned and left, catching up with Eddie. He wrapped his arm around you again with a smile, but he could tell something was wrong. “What happened, baby?”

“Nothing,” you said. You didn’t want to talk about it or make Eddie feel bad. And you were sure it wouldn’t really happen - right?

At Eddie’s trailer, it looked like he had cleaned up for you. He seemed nervous, even as you fell to the couch with lips locked together in a passionate make out session. His hand was under your shirt, grasping at your tits.

“Need you again,” he mumbled hurriedly as he pulled your shirt over your head. “Need to be inside you.”

“You sure no one will be home?” you asked, giggling as he leaned forward and kissed at your tits.

“Yeah. My uncle’s at work, we’re fine.”

He pulled your shorts and panties down before shoving his own jeans and boxers down. He spread your legs wide, neither of you caring about a condom this time. He sunk into you, snapping his hips into you wildly. He was desperate for you, no matter how many times he had you.

He groaned loudly, face in your neck again while he pounded into you. Your nails scratched down his shoulders, eyes rolling back at the bliss he was providing with nothing but his cock.

You were so caught up in each other that neither of you heard the key in the front door, or the door opening. However you did hear the shocked gasp that had Eddie pulling out of you in a hurry, covering your body with a throw pillow and yanking his jeans up.

“Jesus, Ed!” the older man exclaimed, covering his eyes. “On the couch??”

“Sorry, shit, sorry! What are you doing here?” Eddie buckled his jeans back up as you hurriedly redressed yourself. “I thought you’d be gone all night!”

“Forgot my lunch,” the man said, his voice gruff. “‘n just because I work nights doesn��t mean you can…do that in the living room, for god’s sake, Ed.”

“Sorry,” Eddie said again, his cheeks bright red. “You can uncover your eyes, we’re okay.”

The man cautiously lowered his hand, looking at the two of you. “I didn’t even know you had a girlfriend.”

Eddie chuckled. “It’s new. Baby, this is my Uncle Wayne. Wayne, this is my girlfriend.” He introduced you by name, and Wayne gave you a friendly smile.

“Well, strange way to meet one another, but glad to meet you,” Wayne said.

“You too,” was all you could offer.

When Wayne grabbed his lunch and left again, you slapped Eddie on the arm. “You said you knew we’d be alone!”

Eddie laughed, dodging you. “How was I supposed to know he’d forget his lunch and come back?”

You supposed he had a point. You couldn’t stay mad at him - not that you really were to begin with. You cared deeply about Eddie, and you wanted to be with him. You just hoped that wouldn’t keep you from being on the cheer team.

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