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The JjK men reacting to finding out you’re infertile. This was honestly a self-indulgent fic idea but then it won on the poll I put out and honestly I was kinda surprised people were interested! Yall picked the only fic I didn’t have finished but I do now so here it is! If you’d like a part 2 let me know! +what characters!

Toji

You didn’t tell him until years into the relationship. Sure maybe that wasn’t the healthiest thing but oh well things happened and you couldn’t change the past. And it took so long for Toji to trust you… that you just didn’t want to add another thing on top of it to deal with. I mean it took him almost a year for him to introduce you to his kids. It took him that long just to feel serious about your relationship.

And it’s not like he asked either, or used a condom. Cmon, we all know his history with women and he just kinda presumed you were on the pill, or that he’d deal with the consequences after the fact. He had two kids, this wasn’t his first time around the block. And even after he got serious with you he never brought up wanting to have another. His hands were full, and besides he wasn’t very well off. I mean you guys made it work, but that was just with the 4 of you, who knows what adding another would do.

So the conversation didn’t happen until probably 5… maybe 6 years in. Where you both had pretty much decided that you were stuck with each other. That if you lost each other at this point in life there would be no reason to restart the process of finding someone new all over again. He trusted you, and god that meant a lot coming from a man like Toji, his goal was to protect his kids and now you along with them.

Laying on the couch one night, one kid off at a sleepover the other supposed to be returning home soon. You guys trusted them… maybe a lil too much. Head resting on his chest, listening to the way his heart pounded, like it wanted to leap out of his chest and make it known just how much he loved you, how much joy he found being with you. Something he thought he’d never find again after the loss of his first wife, and the second one leaving him.

Some thriller played in the background, some movie franchise Toji was secretly a big fan of. Half empty beers sitting on the coffee table, one of his hands softly scratching your back, softer than the man had ever been before. You, aimlessly fiddling with his other hand that adorned his shiny wedding ring, one that matched yours, deciding on simple ones that didn’t cost much, but meant a lot.

“Hey Toji?” You muttered out, voice weaker than you intended, his hand on your back instinctively tightened, a simple grunt in response. Your tone of voice worried him, that tone always did, meant you’d ruin the peace with something serious, as he’d always say. But really he was just always worried it’d be something so serious that he’d end up losing you.

When you didn’t continue, he grumbled, ready for you just to spit it out. This type of atmosphere either had 1 of 2 endings to whatever conversation was going to happen, either you were super upset over something really really detrimental or it was something silly you were getting all caught up on. “What is it woman? You’re ruining the movie,” his words were harsh, but you were long past the phase of wondering if he was mad at you over simply the way he normally spoke.

“Well….Did you ever… I don’t know… question why I was so excited that you had kids?” You hummed out softly, your hand that was fiddling with the ring on his finger slowly moving to hold his hand instead. Toji had once in the past let it slip that when he had tried dating before you he often got hurt cause they didn’t want to deal with his already pre-started family. He sighed knowing you were overthinking something, “Mmm, not really, was just grateful,” that was one of the first time you had actually heard him be so openly heartfelt.

“Oh…. Well it’s cause I can’t have my own,” you hummed softly. His expression didn’t change, nothing more than an eyebrow quirking up, “Is that so doll?” He mumbled, already deciding this convo was one of the silly ones, aka option 2. You took his response as him just simply brushing you off, watching his eyes reconnect with the tv screen and his hand that was intertwined with yours, now reaching for his beer bottle, “Those kids, Megumi and Tsumiki, are just as much yours now as they are mine.” Everything he had needed to say was in that one little sentence alone.

Your eyes widened, “Oh Toji,” you muttered softly, holding back tears, “Oh Jesus don’t cry,” he huffed, resuming his hand on your back, rubbing soft soothing circles. Reaching his head down to press a kiss to the top of your head but in his head he was just glad this was one of your silly overthought moments.

Nanami

You told him on your 3rd date. Nanami was a classy man, made you feel really stupid for some of the guys you had dated in the past, so you wanted to treat him right just as he treated you.

On your first date he was stiff, and awkward even, but it was endearing in a way. You both had worked together so there was no reason for him be worried but it was nice to know that someone like Nanami could be nervous. That date was a dinner date.

Your second was a bit more relaxed, a bowling alley, an idea recommended by Gojo an annoying coworker you both shared (and bonded over complaining about). It was nice cause Nanami could get a few drinks in, relax a bit, unbutton the top button of his shirt. Strike some strikes and whatever else you did in bowling. It was nice.

Your third date was a walk through the park, a bit more impromptu but you had decided this one, invited him on it too. It was after an early mission, so you two were done around the afternoon. The sun was warm, flowers blooming, walking side by side down some path. And of course the relationship wasn’t official but Nanami knew from the first time he had saw you he wanted you.

His hand was placed respectfully on your lower back, of course after making sure you were ok with it, and trees lined the pathway you were walking on. He had haphazardly stuck a flower in your hair, one he had picked along your walk.

He was warm, comforting, made you feel like you could be you, so you wanted to be honest. “Kento… are you sure I’m the one you want?” You asked gently, eyes nervously looking up at him as you bit your lip, awaiting his response.

“Of course,” he scoffed, he may be a gentleman but he sure was sassy. “Why wouldn’t I?” He hummed tilting his head down to look at you. “Well… I just think some of are goals don’t align,” you sighed and an eyebrow raise from him was all you needed to know that he was listening.

“Well I…. Look… I can’t… I can’t give you a family,” you muttered looking away, your body becoming rigid against his, “And what do you mean by that?” His voice stern, impending, but not harsh just… curious. “Well… I can’t exactly procreate and it be successful…you get it?” You mumbled under your breath as you picked at the sides of your nails.

Oh, that’s what you meant. He nodded more as a confirmation for his inner thoughts than anything you said, he brought one of his free hands to swat at yours that were picking, “That’s fine,” he shrugged looking back ahead at the path.

“What?” You half yelled definitely hearing some bird flying away from you at the disturbance, “But you.. didn’t you wanna settle down? Have a family? I’ve heard you talk about it,” you grumbled.

He rolled his eyes, “Sure I did, but none of that would mean anything without you,” he hummed, stopping to face you. Tilting your head up by your chin, tired eyes meeting yours, “I want you and you alone. If I can’t have children so be it. You’re enough for me.”

And needless to say it was definitely official after that.

Sukuna

The king of curses was already a very scary man, and honestly talking to him could be quite… difficult to say the least. So you swore off to never tell him. And he didn’t even want the little rascals anyway.

Children were too… annoying for someone who was already so irritating himself, and a little one just like him? Hell would freeze over if that happened.

But he couldn’t deny that you made him ponder. What would it be like? Having one.. or possibly two that were a mix of you both. Or better yet he’d like it more if they were exactly like you. The world would be a better place with only one version of Sukuna Ryomen in it.

Yet he didn’t think of it often. But you knew you had to come clean soon, you could feel the way he glared at your stomach as if trying to stare straight into your uterus. When really he was just trying to figure it if you could even carry a baby from a cursed spirit like him… or if he could get a mere mortal pregnant.

He started trying to, oh so so hard to get you pregnant, every single time burying himself all the way before shooting his load. Yet you never showed any signs. Maybe he was simply incapable. That made him frown.

And that was when you hit a dry spell. He had become so worried that he was shooting blanks or that it was simply impossible to have kids because he was a curse. He was a lot more grouchy, and a lot less touchy. Sukuna already found cuddling and the sorts useless but now? Oh he’d barely look at you now.

He was always easily agitated so you often had found it easier to avoid conflict but he was making it seem like you didn’t even exist. One night you burst into his chambers, a little more attitude in the way you shoved the doors open than you usual.

“Tell me,” you called out standing firmly at the edge of his bed, fuming as your first clenched. His raspy, booming laugh resounding amongst the room. “Tell you what exactly? I owe you nothing,” he hummed remaining in his relaxed position on his lavishly large bed.

“You’ve barely spoken to me or even looked at me in a week? You used to be insatiable what is the problem!” You scrambled out. He clicked his tongue as he rolled his eyes, “Tsk, it’s none of your business how I spend my time. If it bothers you then shoo.”

You groaned, you knew him better than that, he wasn’t being truthful. “Sukuna tell me or I will leave this time, I am done playing this game with you.” Narrowing his eyes he took a good long pause before speaking, pointing down to your abdomen, “You show no signs of pregnancy despite multiple times in the bedroom. I’m confused aren’t most women your age fertile?” He jested, quirking a brow.

“Oh,” you muttered straightening up as you sighed. He sensed the noticeable change, “Your soul’s wavering, you know I can feel it, spit it out,” he said, glaring at you, but his look was one more of concern, you could always tell the difference. “Well I uh…”

You walked around to sit on your side of the bed, really he’d never call it that to your face, before you he’d always just sprawled out. Now he made sure to leave that space empty. “Look I…. I can’t have em,” his brow raised, “Have what? You’re being cryptic mortal.”

You groaned, “Kids! I can’t have kids,” that was laughable. Wait you weren’t joking? Sukuna quickly realized that, “What are you deformed?” He teased but it didn’t help the way your eyes got all dewy. He grumbled, he may be practically a demon….. but he did care enough for you to be in his bed next to him.

“So you cannot produce my heir,” and all you could respond with was a shake of your head, confirming. To Sukuna this made him feel a million times better. He wasn’t shooting blanks you simply just weren’t able to be impregnated. He was joyous if not for the tone of the situation.

“Does not matter,” you shot your head over, a confused look on your face. “You wouldn’t have been able to carry my baby anyways, I’m far too powerful for a mortal to carry my heir,” he teased, and while he had his signature smirk you could see the slight tenderness through it.

This may have been one of the only times he seemed to have understood your turmoil. And also the only time for him to have been the first one to initiate physical contact, pulling you into his chest. One hand running protectively over your back, another in your hair, the other two wrapping around you. “Do not fret, calm your soul dear,” his deep voice muttered out soothingly. And that was probably the best you had ever slept.

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Whatever yall want really 🤷

They’ve just been sitting in my drafts and I’ve been too anxious to post em lol, so uh choose for me 😋

The 1st year one is a Todo x reader, and the infertile one will be featuring Nanami, Toji and Sukuna.

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Hiii i just wanted to let you know that you misspelled “hair tie” as “ponytail” in your recent toji fic. I just wanted to let you know, nothing serious 🫶🏻🤍 have a good day

Thank you for pointing this out 💕 This was actually so helpful since when writing I couldn’t figure out the name for hair ties lol! Thanks☺️🤭

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I think it’s a pretty well known thing in the JJK fandom that Choso loves tits, so what happens when you won’t allow him to touch them, let alone see or look at them? Well let me tell you he is full on panicking.

The first few weeks weren’t a big deal to him, both busy with work and mundane life things. But after a while of seeing you walking around without bra at home he got antsy. And the first time he had tried to touch em in a while you pried yourself away from him, leaving a frowning man to consider what was wrong.

He was getting anxious by the 1 month period, his mind thinking every bad thought it could be thinking, breast cancer? You’re cheating? He’s cheating?… Oh… that last one he had already decided would never happen, not in a million years would he ever give you up. And honestly he was shocked he even lasted this long.

And sex became rare too, especially rare to see you fornicating without your shirt. It wasn’t like he had the biggest sex drive, so that wasn’t a huge deal, he just missed your boobs. Course he’d never tell you that, he was calm, concealed, what would he look like if he kept asking why he couldn’t see your tits? He couldn’t even fathom being that desperate.

But eventually all his worries were… partially? resolved when he walked in on you changing. Honestly he should’ve had that though before. And you? You didn’t think anything of it, comfortable with yourself in front of Choso. But the gasp that escaped his lips when he saw caused you to peek back at him through the mirror, eyes meeting in your reflection, your top off, getting ready to throw something on.

“Something wrong Cho?” You raised a brow tilting your head at the man, which damn neared killed him with how cute you looked. “I-um…Well.. when… wheh,” he muttered, stumbling over his words.

There had only been a few times you had ever made this man speechless, one being when he first tasted your pussy… or well that being the first time he tasted pussy ever. “You’re… You’re nipples,” he mumbled out looking down, face crimson red.

“Oh!” You muttered, so this was what this was about, “Yeah meant for it to be a surprise once they fully healed,” you nodded, the light shining on the metal post that pierced through your nipples. And you swore you could hear Choso audibly gulp.

“H-how long till they heal? I can’t wait to touch em,” Choso muttered hands already on your tits.

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PartnerToji who had never regretted his vasectomy… until you came along. Having it done was great, sure he didn’t like someone being all up in his business but it was affective. To him Megumi was more than enough, actually he could barely handle the kid. Plus it was easy to mess around and not have to worry about rubber or a scary missing period text.

Oh but sometimes, sometimes you made him question it. You had been together a few years, gotten accustomed to Megs, who sometime even preferred you over his dad, teaming up with you against him. And Toji knew you’d be a permanent thing ever since he cut off all his women he used to visit, and started working a real respectable job.

And the fantasies that filled his head when he looked at you were enough to fill a whole book series, you had made him consider having a second kid… but wait that’s right, he can’t have one. Every time you bent over, wear something even partially revealing, or hell when you took especially good care of Megumi he knew he wanted to make you a real mom, even if you did convince him you were fine with just Megs.

The idea of seeing you all round and plump, with his baby inside of you, god it made him rock solid. And you felt his wrath in the bedroom. He was making you work double time. Wishing, praying somehow, his sperm could make it past the little procedure, yet it never happened.

One day you got home from wherever you went, Toji didn’t pay much attention when you were telling him. Slipping your shoes off and walking up to see him on the couch, Megumi sitting on the floor fiddling with a new toy train he got, but it was odd… the tv wasn’t on. And he was on his phone? Honestly you couldn’t remember the last time he even spent more than a few minutes on it, that being pretty much only to text you or email his boss.

Slipping your arms around his shoulders from behind the couch as you looked down, “Watcha looking at Toj’?” You asked, only to have him grunt in response. A brow raised as you looked down catching a glimpse of what he was reading… a medical page? Was something wrong with him? Did something happen?

“Baby what’s wrong?” You cooed out as you softly ran your hand over his collarbone, he huffed shaking his head, “Nothin’” the one letter response making you roll your eyes. He huffed upon seeing the look on your face, “I’m looking at a reversal.”

A reversal? Reversal of what? “What’s that sweets?” You asked a raised brow, before he smirked, “I wanna be able to put a baby in ya.” Choking on your spit, removing your arms so you could quickly cough up a lung.

“What?” You half yelled, partially startling the quiet boy sitting on the floor. “My vasectomy doll,” You grumbled… so that’s what this was about? Why he’d been actin so weird.

“Toji,” you huffed out as you looked back at him, “You seriously wanna have to go back to using condoms just so you can put one baby in me?” You asked, a brow quirking up. A soft snicker leaving your lips before he cursed under his breath.

“Besides, I’d rather put my attention on Megumi right now,” You noted, causing Toji to nod. “Yeah besides my insurance ain’t gonna cover it and I’m not givin up what little luxury I have,” he huffed out, “See? You should stop worrying about it.”

And with that the vasectomy debacle was solved… at least for now. That man has crazy baby fever.

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Toji always wears a hair tie around his wrist and it was for you and you only. Let’s be real, after everything this man had been through, he sure as hell was gonna do everything in his power to keep you. And it was little things you always noticed.

You can’t remember when it started or why but he just carried one everywhere. It was probably the one time you guys were on one of your usual shopping adventures that you drug him along for. He always complained but if you’d go without him, you’d be gettin the silent treatment for weeks. It was blazing hot and your hair was sticking to your neck pissing you off. And ever since then, (to avoid a grumpy you) he always had a hair tie with him.

Or frankly whatever you used to pull your hair up, he always had something for you. It had become an extra part of his routine when he woke up in the morning. Brush his teeth, get dressed, grab extra hair stuff. It was like clockwork at this point.

You’d never say anything about it, cause you knew the first time you did he’d get pissed (embarrassed) and either stop doing it or just be real annoyed. And let’s be honest, seeing that hair tie on his wrist practically threatening to break with how bulky his arms were, made you snicker.

And anytime you actually did need something to pull your hair back and out of your face he was right there. As soon as you’d complain he’d be following you until you took it. And he’d get giddy too, not in an obvious but his smirk grew, and the tilt to his voice became somehow triumphant? And the giggle that left your lips when it did come in use made everything worth it for Toji. He’d endure as many questions as to why he carried that stuff around if it meant he could be useful to you in another way.

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Sending the randomest shit to a pre-relationship Megumi would be the funniest thing. I mean this would before he even realized he had feelings or that you had feelings for him. The poor guy was clueless. And you thought it was hilarious.

Let’s start this off by saying you and Megumi were close, but so were all of you guys, it was a tight nit circle. But Megumi was just different than the rest. So you spent a lot of time together, and texting when you couldn’t be.

So one night you guys as well as Itadori and Nobara were sitting in Megumi’s dorm (the cleanest), just lounging have some random ass conversations. And a few minutes later Megumi was picking up his phone, seeing a message from you. With a raised brow he looked at the simple blue heart emoji you sent, with the most weirded out face you had ever seen him make. Which in turn caused you to burst out laughing getting a few looks from the other two.

Another encounter of this was when you were training. A lax a daisy school day, sparring with each other and some of the 2nd years. And Megumi looked stunning, sweaty and running his hands through his hair every few seconds had you salivating. This garnered another one of your unfiltered texts, and while you knew what you could and couldn’t get away with, you always teetered on that line.

So a “God Damn” text was sent his way. Course he didn’t see that until a few seconds later where he pulled up the bottom half of his uniform top up to wick away the sweat from his face. His eyes went wide as he gave you a look that you couldn’t quite read, a giggle fallin from your lips.

This had happened so many times Megumi decided to enlist Itadori’s help, confused as to what you were getting at. “Itadori,” his calm voice called out, maybe one of the only times he said his name without being irritated with his fellow classmate. The pink-haired teen’s ears perked up, “Yeah Fushiguro?” He called looking up only for a phone to be shoved in his face. Megumi wasn’t good at asking for help and this was the closest it was gonna get, “Read.”

As Itadori’s eyes filtered over the messages a smirk resonated on his face, “I don’t know man, seems like she’s into ya,” he said with a way too toothy grin. Megumi’s brows furrowed as he shook his head, “Not possible,” he huffed out causing Itadori to snicker, “I’m telling you dude that’s what it is.”

And from that day on Megumi was a little too aware of everything you did around him, the dots connecting in his head. But how did he feel about this? He had no clue, absolutely none.

That’s when he went to Nobara, once again someone he wouldn’t normally go to. “Nobara?” He called out the same way he did Itadori’s name, and her ears perking up the same way. “Oh?” She said with a soft snicker, causing Megumi to roll his eyes. Once the situation was explained Nobara’s brow never stopped being raised, “So?” She grumbled eliciting a groan from Megumi, “How am I supposed to feel?”

She shook her head, a tsk coming from her mouth, “Now cmon on Megumi, you’d be passing up a great chance with em.” His brows raised before shaking his head, “That’s not what I’m asking.” Nobara was now the one groaning, “Look, I can’t tell you how you feel, but I’ve seen the way you look at her.”

And let’s just say Megumi was even more confused when he left that conversation, and it didn’t help when he bumped into you. His face was beet red, one of the only time you had seen him like that. “Everything ok Gumi?” His heart fluttered as he nodded, words caught in his throat. “Wanna hang out?” You tilted your head, his heart fluttered once more as he nodded. You smiled, happy he was gonna hang out with you, and his heart fluttered once more.

Let’s just say Megumi never thought he’d be the guy to be in a relationship. He wouldn’t be the guy to want someone. And never did he ever think he’d be the first to confess. Yet here he was muttering the words out, the same calm and collected voice now just a little more shaky.

And while you were flabbergasted of course you accepted, cause you felt exactly the same.

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You weren’t really thinking when you did it, it was an honest accident. You and Satoru were having a relaxing day at home. Which wasn’t unusual when Satoru had a day off, simply too tired or couldn’t be bothered to go out. For the most part he just enjoyed being in his partner’s embrace.

So here you were, sitting on the couch, some cringey action movie playing that was clearly written by a man. While it annoyed you to no end, Satoru was excited to watch it so you bit your tongue on the matter. You sighed, looking around the room before plopping your head down in your boyfriend’s muscular thighs, earning nothing more than a grunt of acknowledgment.

You always admired him which is what you were currently doing now, and you couldn’t help but smile at the sliver of skin that was shown from his shirt having ridden up. His abs peeked out, almost burning a hole through you with how prominent they were, like they were staring back.

A smirk crept onto your face, softly inching up, preparing to press a kiss to the pale skin there but severely miss-calculating. Somehow, your lips landed on Satoru’s crotch, which if wasn’t a bulge before it was now.

“What the hell?” Satoru’s voice echoed through the apartment, eyes shooting down to you as for an explanation. You and Satoru had yet to get intimate, nothing more than heated make out sessions, so obviously he had a right to be confused.

You looked up at him, big doe eyes making contact with his blue ones. You hummed lazily face tinted with blush as his eyes bore into you. He soon huffed, brushing it off as an accident or maybe he just read too much into it.

Mischief grew inside you, something burning in you, urging you to tease once more. A soft giggle escaped your lips before you pressed another kiss to the now prominent tent in his pants. No reaction? You’ll just try again, until your face was buried into the bulge, hot breath fanning over it as you pressed frantic kisses. Satoru finally reached down to grab the sides of you face.

“Knock it off, what’s going on with you today?” He huffed out, you in return giving him that same lazy look causing a soft ‘tsk’ to leave his mouth. “Thought you weren’t ready? Been waiting all this time,” he mumbled as he bit his lip.

You simply shrugged, smile growing as you began to lazily palm his bulge, “This is ok… right?” You asked almost too innocently, it felt crude. Satoru grumbled but couldn’t hold back the way his brows furrowed, needing something more from you.

You hummed, raising a brow as you completely stopped your movements sitting back up completely and pretending to focus in on the movie. His eyes darting over to you, frantic as he looked over your face needing, no, craving your touch. But you simply shrugged, avoiding his stare, a soft whine falling from his lips.

Reaching his hand over to tilt your face towards him, long slender fingers cradling your plush cheek, “Cmon! Please,” he whined out. And this was how you got out of watching shitty action movies.

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Cheerleader Reader X Oblivious Eddie

Can’t stop thinking about the idea of a cheerleader reader who is head over heels for Eddie, like I mean, obsessed with the guy and he has no idea.

Like reader is doing her best to get his attention and simply cannot because the man is so oblivious?

And not to mention the difference in social status she was a part of the popular kids and him an outcast. It was hard to get a chance to talk to him, you’re friends pulling you away anytime you would.

You had to sit through many a conversation about how much of a freak he was and never joined in. Usually dipping from hangouts or hallway conversations at that point. Your heart hurt for him, you pined for him, wanting him, but it was hard.

You never really saw a chance to talk to the guy, with everyone around you and different friend groups and such, you had no chance. That’s was until you saw a poster in a shop window you had just passed. Stopping to look at it, your friends confused as to what you were doing. Quickly memorizing the information and you knew you had to go.

Would anyone be interested in a full on fic or is this idea dumb?

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⚜️Goofy Eddie⚜️

:A little Drabble from the imagine I posted earlier about Eddie being a big goofball

Eddie’s quirky smile spread across his lips as he saw you searching his cabinets for anything halfway edible, most of everything being expired or just gross looking. A low humming following along to the music Eddie had playing on the speaker as you swayed, escaping your pretty lips.

You furrowed your brows looking around as you could feel an oh so familiar gaze on you but couldn’t find the usual culprit. You sighed calling out, “Eddie?” Pulling out some most likely stale, but thankfully not expired pop tarts. Not exactly the flavor you’re used to but it was fine.

While occupied with your snack Eddie crept up. Feet light on the floor boards, as he swiftly walked towards you. He snickered as he waited for the song he had on to get to the guitar solo. His hands snaked around your body mimicking the actions as if he was playing the guitar, and doing his best to impersonate the sounds, causing you to jump clutching your chest.

“Jesus Eddie!” You yelped out in surprised as he continued his intense performance of the guitar solo, with a few of his goofy laughs falling out of his lips.

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You sighed as you slumped on your bed, finally able to slip into your pjs and relax. You sighed as you closed your eyes, enjoying the silence, furrowing your brows when you heard a knock on your window.

Quickly sitting up you rush you way to the window shoving open the curtains looking out of it trying to find the culprit. You chalked it up to the tree that was right by it, making your way back to the comfort of your soft bed.

Once you had finally gotten cozy there came another noise, “Fushing!”, causing you to shoot up out of bed stomping your way to the window. Sliding it open sticking your head out, “Who the hell?” You started before trailing off as you heard an oh so familiar snicker coming from just outside of your line of sight.

“Goddamnit Eddie! How many more times are you gonna do this?”

And before you knew it there popped out a very disheveled Eddie, who seemed as though he came here last second before going to bed.

“Aww how’d you know it was me?” He mumbled out disappointed as you gave him a look.

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*nsfw*

You laid on his bed in his empty trailer, between your legs black disheveled curly haired was all that could be seen. Sloppy noises of his tongue connecting with your core filling the room. He slowly inched his hand up as he slid a finger in, the feeling of the cold metal on his ring making you shiver

“Hi pretty,” He said with a crazy giggle, looking straight at your pussy fluttering around his finger. You furrowed your brows before he curled his finger, making you throw you head back with a moan. Then came another goofy giggle

“Thank you for scoring this for me,” he said talking to you pussy like it was his ticket to having you. Your eyes slamming shut as he entered a second finger , his lips connecting with your clit.

You were so blissed out by the pleasure you couldn’t even focus on how goofy he was. And you didn’t even flinch when he blew raspberries on your clit, well maybe it did feel pretty good but you’d never admit something like that to him, would just fuel the fire.

He giggle and coo at your pussy as he finger fucked you, making your thoughts incoherent. And you best believe he was humming some kind of rock song like he was doing the dishes or some other mundane chore instead of giving probably one of the most pleasurable experiences with him in your life.

“Dirty deeds,” he hummed out as he added a third finger, “Done dirt cheap,” he continued as he curled upwards only pulling his eyes away from your pussy when he heard a whine escape your lips. He chuckled, “Good girl,” he mumbled out before bringing his attention back between your legs. His head coming down to suck on your clit once again.

“Concrete shoes, cyanide,” he hummed out as he sucked on your clit, relaying the only other lyrics he could remember at the time. And don’t even think for a second that he wasn’t finding pleasure in this because oh he was. The fact you even let him get near you made him ecstatic, so you best believe he was enjoying this, he just couldn’t help his goofy side showing.

And when you finally came undone, that coil finally snapping in your stomach, and when all your fluids and cum rush onto his fingers, he lets out a deep guttural groan, followed by a chuckle. And you best bet he’s giving you a ton of praises except… they’re all directed at your pussy, but really he was just to shy to look up at you.

⚜️.

The first time you guys took a bath together was the only time cause he acted like a goddamn kid in the bath. While you were running the water so you could relax your aching body, he had peeked in, “Watcha doin?” he said with his eyebrows raised, “Bath,” you mumbled out as he full on stepped inside the bathroom causing you to look over at him.

And right then in there he practically threw his shirt of his body, “I’m joining,” he said with his big smile as he stood there waiting for the tub to fill. And you were shocked, he hadn’t ever shown interest in something like this. And you thought you didn’t mind but best believe you did once you got in.

Next thing you know you’re sinking into the bathtub with Eddie behind you, his hair tied up because he whined about it getting wet, Which you help him with because you wanted him to be quiet.

He of course insisted on having bubbles so you squirted some shampoo in which did the job. You exhaled as you laid your body back on his chest. For the first few minutes everything was fine, relaxing even, but you should’ve now better.

You heard that signature giggle from him, causing you to furrow your brows. And before you knew it you felt his hand sliding up your body, assuming he was gonna do something to rile you up you let out a choked out noise as his hands stopped at your stomach. Before you could speak up he started patting your stomach like it was a goddamn drum kit and before you knew it he was having a full on jam session.

“Thunder! Thunder!Thunder!” He started off, your face dropping as he did so, his hands patting your belly lightly, “You’ve been, Thunderstruck!” There was his laugh once again and then he started with his pretend air guitar solo.

You sighed pinching the bridge of your nose as this went on for about 20 minutes until you were done with his jam session, too tired and sore to deal with it. You slowly got out and the next thing you heard and felt, was a slap to the ass,

“Eddie!” You screeched sending him a glare as he looked away whistling another song, pretending nothing happened.

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Omg Eddie Munson

I literally can’t it’s the way he is such a goofball. Like you could literally say something so serious and he’d just be like, “Buzz Kill!” And completely change the mood!

Like this man would literally laugh at a tear jerking scene in a movie.

Like what I can’t get behind is when people write for Eddie they all like make him this like badass sexy man and he’s just not. Like did you forget the way he charmed Chrissy was rolling around on the ground? Or how he literally described people as sheep and Mike and Dustin being little Bo peep?

Like this man would do the goofiest things during you and him being intimate. He’d make random noises, treat it like a game, probably reference one of his favorite songs all while he’s prepping you?

Like no dirty talk just him humming a rando 80’s rock song that he most likely just listened to before things got heated?

But it’s also the way he would be so sweet and considerate and make sure that you were ok with everything that was happening cause he sure as hell wasn’t gonna waste this chance. Cause like, people think he’s got so much experience but this dude literally is called a freak cult killer in the show? Like this man would treat you like a god for just looking away

Or that’s just what I think.