#joesph quinn x reader

[moonflower1387]

I’m about to write the sexiest Geta x reader story tomorrow and if I don’t win a horny award….stay tuned.

[darlingsfandom]

what’s mine is mine !

pairing: emperor geta x fem reader!

summary: Geta has met his match.

tw: public fucking, p in v, unprotected sex, nipple play, jealousy , cream pie! Mention of hairy pussy! That’s not really a warning because hairy pussy is 100% natural and valid ! Not proofread.

Rome, the city of beauty, romance and lust the place you’ve called home since birth has expanded further than anyone could ever imagine including yourself , but over the last few years you’ve been feeling like it’s not what you need anymore. You need more!

The city was busy as always as you walked around on the cobble stones holding the bottom of your tunica with a smile on your face. Everyone knew who you were but never dared to challenge you. They would smile and nod. You were the grand daughter of one of the men in Geta and Caracallas senate and that’s how you found yourself constantly wondering around in the palace drawing the twin emperors attention. It was no shock that the two would fight over you but you never gave them the satisfaction.

As you walked back into the palace after your usual morning stroll you stumbled across Geta standing there looking out at the streets below.

“My Emperor.” You nodded your head before bowing just enough that he could catch a glimpse of your breasts. Geta straightened his posture and held his head high almost looking down at you. You placed your hand over your heart and gave him a gentle smile , but little did he know what was lurking behind your lips.

“And just where have you been?” Geta asked as you went to walk away.

“Out for my morning walk, as I do every morning MY emperor.” You spat on the word my making sure he understood that you meant business. Just like Geta, you were also a selfish, crud human being however you were able to mask the ugliness in a way that no would ever suspect. Geta walked up to you, gripped the side of your throat and made you look into his enraged eyes. His nostrils flared as your eyes softened.

“Try again.” His grip on your neck tightened making you gasp. His ears perked up to the sweet little sound. “Because you know that I know exactly what goes on in my empire.” He spat back at you.

“Fuck you Geta.” You spoke quietly since he had a grip. Geta raised his eyebrows in surprise.

“Fuck me? FUCK ME? How dare you! You’re nothing more than a senators grand daughter…”

“Who was birthed from Venus herself! And raised as if Pluto himself was still around! You don’t dare mess with me Geta.” You gritted your teeth before shoving him with what strength you had left. Get scuffed at you before rolled his eyes.

“And you seem to forget that the gods speak to me! I am emperor!”

“That you share with your brother! You could never be an emperor on your own!” You huffed rubbing your throat before you felt your back against the wall as Geta shoved you backwards. His hands quickly gripped your wrists and pinned them above your head.

“Now I know you’re a sweet girl, what has you so worked up you dare tip toe the line to disobey me?” His nose rubbed against yours making you soften a little bit. Both of you stood silent looking in each other’s eyes. He could see the temper boiling behind them making him turned on.

“What’s mine is mine Geta! You are mine!” You lunged forward making Geta chuckle until he realized how what you just said was true. “I gave you my virginity many moons ago! Our souls are connected and you can not deny it. The fact I have to even say it like that makes me want to cry. The fact I witnessed you looking at a whore the way you look at me… what if I had looked at Caracalla the way I look at you? You’d have my head cut off in a second!” Anger boiled in your voice as your hands gripped onto his arms making him whimper a little since your nails were digging into his soft flesh.

Geta couldn’t deny what you were saying, he could easily have your head cut off but he also wouldn’t actually hurt a hair on your head. He was secretly soft for you and loved actually making love to you, yes fucking you was just as good but you were more than that, no one else was allowed to touch you the way he did. The issue between the two of you is that you’re both so stubborn but the difference is that you are actually acting upon your feelings for Geta. He stepped back and reached out to stroke your face as if you were made of glass. You titled your cheek into his hand.

“You my beauty, have no reason to be so jealous of such a common whore. I do not love her, she was a sight to look at. You, you’re a goddess and you know that. You are mine and only mine!” Geta ran his thumb over your bottom lip while you felt tears roll down your cherry cheeks.

“Then love me like you meant Geta! No more whores around the palace! No more staring at them until your brain is no longer functioning! If I am yours, then I want you to announce it to the gods themselves !” Your words were heard as Geta grabbed your face and kissed you hard. The kiss was nothing like you’ve felt from him before, it was making your stomach feel full of butterflies and your thighs clench together all at once. His lips moved away from yours so he could place his forehead to yours and look into your eyes.

“My beauty, I will do more than tell them and not just the gods, all of Rome will know who you belong too!” Geta pulled on your hand and took you out to the balcony. The people below stopped what they were doing when the heard the sound of Geta clearing his throat to speak but he did not say a word! You furrowed your eyebrows together in confusion as Geta put his hand on your back, pushed you over the edge enough that everyone got a good look at you and the crowd gasped when they realized it was you. As if the gods were actually watching, the sun poked through the dark clouds and illuminated your figure. Anxiety ran through your veins but your face would never show it.

Silence. Complete silence as Geta stood there holding you close until he opened his mouth.

“I will make this clear as I can so that no man will ever lay a finger upon MY beauty!” His words made you clench around nothing but your cheeks turned even redder by the second. Geta stood behind you , untied your tunica and let it fall exposing your naked body making the crowd gasp. “A true beauty shaped and birthed from Venus herself and she belongs to me. No one shall harm a hair on her head nor shall they try to make love in way to her, if anyone shall try then you will be meeting the gods sooner than you’ve thought.” He placed his hands on your breasts and massaged them slowly, rolling your hardened nipples inbetween his fingers while his lips kissed along your neck making sure to suckle on the delicate skin that made your eyes roll back.

Geta did not care who watched as he ran his fingers down your body until he reached your hips. He moved his lips along your shoulder as he moved his hands to your plushy thighs and spread them apart. His fingers trailed along your hairy folds. A soft moan escaped your lips as his finger slowly slid inside of you. Geta moaned at how wet you already were. The fact that he could easily fuck you in a public place and every other nasty kink you had made him feel proud. His finger slowly moved in and out of you making you bite your bottom lip to which Geta squeezed your cheeks with his free hand and made you open your mouth. You were melting into his touch.

Geta smirked as he leaned in and spit into your mouth making the crowd below you make mixed noises. You swallowed eagerly and Geta county deny how attracted he was to you. Who on earth would allow something like that? But that’s why he was attracted to you. His finger pulled out of your wet cunt and slipped into your mouth. You sucked softly on his finger as he spread open your legs, bent you over the railing and worked on lifting up his on tunic. His cock was leaking with milky pre-cum, the feeling of his wet head rubbing against your hairy folds made you moan around his finger until he pulled it away and wiped it on your cheek. You smiled until you felt the head of his cock pushing inside of you.

“Geta!” You whimpered as he eased into your warm hairy cunt .

“That’s it , tell them who is pleasing you so well!” He gripped onto your hips tightly as he pushed his cock all the way in making you grip the railing until your knuckles turned white. Geta groaned at stretching you out, the way you were mumbling below him made him close his eyes. He waisted no time in bottoming out before he railed you over the railing. The sound of his balls slapping against your wet cunt echoed to the people who were still watching below. A few of those people were also touching their bodies as Geta took no mercy on your cunt. You were a whimpering mess until Geta wrapped his arm around your waist and held you up straight so he could play with your nipples while his cock pounded into your cunt.

Sweat covered your skin as Geta praised how good you feel. His fingers twisted your nipples making you yelp at first before he pulled on them. His lips attacked your neck with kisses while his hand reached down and pressed his finger against your clit to rub it fast. The added pleasure had your knees buckling as your orgasm rushed inside of you.

“Geta , Geta , please , I … oh I feel..”

“I know you do, I can feel how wet you’re getting, how hard you’re squeezing me! Show them! Show them how good you’re feeling, let it go.” Geta whispered into your ear and nibbled on your ear lobe which sent you over the edge.

“GETA!” You cried out as your orgasm ripped through your body, making your knees shake and in a surprise your body was in a state of pleasure that you actually squirted against his cock, soaking him and Geta was beyond pleased. You were the first one to ever orgasm like that for him.

“What a beautiful sight!” He couldn’t hold back his own orgasm and groaned out as his cum shot into your cunt. You could feel him filling you up. The warm sticky liquid dripped down your thighs since he had such a big load. Geta used his fingers to scoop his cum up and shove them into your mouth that was panting. You suckled greedily as Geta stood behind you with a satisfied smirk while the crowd below cheered.

“Let it be known that what’s mine is mine and she is mine!” Geta clapped his hands as he did a loud boom of thunder sounded making him smirk. Geta got exactly what he wanted and so did you. You stood up slowly as he admired the number he did on you. Your neck was covered in purplish marks , cum covered thighs and pupils blown, a true beauty in his mind a beauty that belonged to him.

[louloulemons-posts]

i can just imagine eddie being that boyfriend who gets mad if you open the door for yourself.

like this guy will carry you back to the van and put you in back in there, shut the door and then re-open it.

he will fully sprint down the halls at school to open the doors.

you’d open the door for him and he just stares at you, “are we going or not?”

“close the door.”

“why?” you’d ask teasing him.

“sweetheart i swear to god.”

“come on let’s go,” you’d leave the trailer and eddie would follow after, grabbing you and throwing you over his shoulder.

“nope, not doing this.”

he’d shut the door behind you and then open it again for you, “after you sweetheart.”

rolling your eyes at him you couldn’t help but huff a laugh.

⬆️ eddies reaction when you open the door.

[bigheadbrooke-9]

A song written

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Eddie Munson x afab!f reader

Summary : Tension has grown between you and Eddie due to his repeated empty promises to spend time together, only to consistently neglect your friendship. Despite his assurances, he has made little effort to reach out, leaving you feeling ignored. After an entire week of silence between you, Eddie unexpectedly shows up at your window.

Warnings : Crying, fluff , ( GRAB YA TISSUES )

Word count : 1.4k

I pushed open my closet door, sifting through my clothes in search of an outfit for tomorrow. No matter how many options I considered, I couldn’t decide—my mind was elsewhere. “Y/N, he isn’t your friend anymore. Stop thinking about him,” I muttered to myself. Frustrated, I gave up. It didn’t matter what I wore; I couldn’t focus enough to care. Closing the closet door, I made my way to my bed.

Just as I sat down, a soft tap hit my window. I ignored it. I already knew who it was. Turning off my bedroom light, I sank onto my mattress, willing myself to block him out. Then came another tap. And another. With an exasperated sigh, I pushed myself up and walked to the window.

Peering down, I saw Eddie standing below, his guitar case slung over his shoulder. He looked up at me, his expression cautious, almost hesitant. He could tell I was angry. Rolling my eyes, I leaned against the frame.

“What? What do you want, Eddie?” I asked, my tone colder than I intended.

His deep brown eyes met mine, filled with unspoken regret. He knew what he had done—how he had ignored me, how he had broken his promises. And he knew he was wrong.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he said softly.

I scoffed. “Don’t call me that. Why are you here?”

He exhaled sharply, his hands slapping against his thighs in frustration. I knew I had hurt him, just as he had hurt me. For weeks, I had been forcing conversations, reaching out while he pulled away. Now, he was the one desperate for a response.

“Please—please don’t be mad. I’m sorry, okay? Let me in. I have something for you.” His voice wavered, and for the first time, I realized he was on the brink of tears.

Guilt twisted in my stomach, but I held my ground. “Eddie, I can’t be friends with you anymore,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

His head snapped up, panic flashing across his face. “Y/N, you’re not gonna do that to me. Just—just hear me out. Please. Please?”

I bit the inside of my lip, hesitating. He stood there like a lost child, silently pleading. His fingers picked at his cuticles—a nervous habit I hated seeing. He knew that.

“Please, sweetheart,” he repeated, softer this time.

I sighed and grabbed the small ladder tucked near my window, lowering it down. “You have 25 minutes, Eddie. If you can’t fix this, you leave.”

Stepping back, I heard his boots land on the wooden frame as he climbed up. When he finally hoisted himself inside, I noticed his outfit—casual, but not nearly warm enough for the chilly night air. He glanced at me, but I looked away.

Without a word, he walked over to my desk, pulled out a chair, and sat in front of my guitar stand. Unzipping his case, he carefully lifted out his electric guitar. It was beautiful—I had always admired it. For his birthday, I had even made him a vinyl so he could play his recordings whenever he wanted.

I furrowed my brows, realization dawning. He’s going to play a song? I had just told him I couldn’t be his friend anymore, and his first thought was to play music? But I had given him 25 minutes—I had to hear him out.

Crossing my arms, I sat back on my bed, waiting.

Eddie plucked a few test chords before glancing up at me. His expression was heartbreakingly vulnerable. “I know I’ve been ignoring you, and I’m so sorry. But I was scared… scared that if we talked, I’d slip up.” He adjusted his guitar in his lap. “So, I wrote something for you. Just… listen.”

I didn’t respond. I didn’t even look at him. He sighed, grabbed his guitar pick, and began to play.

The melody was soft—gentler than I expected from an electric guitar. His fingers moved effortlessly over the strings, his rings clinking faintly as he played. He had clearly practiced. I found myself watching him, my frustration momentarily fading. His hair was tied back, his focus entirely on the instrument in his hands.

Then, he started singing.

I rarely heard Eddie sing; he preferred heavier rock, where lyrics were drowned out by guitars and drums. But this was different. The melody was familiar, but I couldn’t quite place it—until I started listening to the lyrics.

It was a love song. And my name was woven into it.

I blinked, my breath catching in my throat. He had written this for me.

His voice was steady but laced with emotion, every word carefully chosen. His fingers slowed, strumming the final notes as he let the last lyric linger in the air. For a moment, there was only silence between us.

I stared at him, my heart pounding. Eddie simply sat there, eyes locked on his guitar, waiting for me to say something.

“You made that for me?” I asked softly.

Eddie nodded, biting the inside of his lip. So that was why he hadn’t been talking to me.

“I know what you’ve been thinking, and I know it’s no excuse for ignoring my best friend,” he admitted. “I just wanted this to be a surprise. If I had talked to you for more than ten minutes, I would’ve ended up telling you, and I didn’t want to ruin it. I’m sorry.”

I looked down at my duvet, still upset, but I could already feel my anger fading. It was hard to stay mad at him for long.

“You don’t have to forgive me,” he added, carefully placing his guitar back into its case. “I just needed you to hear what I made for you.”

I didn’t respond, still lost in my thoughts as he quietly packed up his things. I hadn’t even noticed him heading for the window until I saw him moving away. Panic surged through me, and I quickly stood up.

“Don’t leave, Eddie.”

Reaching out, I grabbed his bicep, and he turned to face me. His expression remained neutral, but his eyes—those deep brown eyes—were filled with unmistakable sadness. He looked utterly defeated.

Without thinking, I reached up and cupped his face. A single tear slipped down his cheek as he leaned into my touch, closing his eyes. More followed.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered.

He shook his head slightly and opened his eyes, quickly wiping his tears away. “Don’t apologize. This is my fault. There’s no excuse for how I treated you.”

“It wasn’t an excuse at all,” I murmured. “But you wrote a song for me. And I love it.”

Eddie shook his head again, but instead of pulling away, he took my hand from his face and held it tightly.

“We haven’t talked in a week, Y/N. Do you know how that felt?” His voice was strained, filled with frustration—not at me, but at himself. “Not calling you at three in the morning to ask what you were up to, not seeing you at school, not picking you up from practice—just because I couldn’t keep my damn mouth shut? If I had talked to you, I know I would’ve told you about the song.”

I swallowed hard, guilt creeping in even though I knew this wasn’t my fault. Still, seeing him like this made my chest tighten.

“Eds, listen to me,” I said gently. “I’m still mad. But I’m glad you finally talked to me. So that’s why you’ve been avoiding me… you didn’t want to spoil the surprise?”

“You know I can’t keep a secret from you,” Eddie admitted with a small chuckle. “It’s impossible because you always give me that look—like you already know everything.”

I laughed, letting my head fall slightly. “I don’t know everything, Eddie. But whenever you need to tell me something, please don’t shut me out. Ignoring me almost cost us our friendship.”

His grip on my hand tightened just a little. “So… we’re still friends?” he asked hesitantly.

I nodded. A relieved smile spread across his face, though the redness in his cheeks and the slight puffiness around his eyes remained.

“Don’t ever do that again,” I murmured, reaching for him gently and pulling him into a hug.

He didn’t hesitate, wrapping his arms around me tightly, his chin resting near my shoulder as he leaned into the embrace. His slightly tight black T-shirt clung to him, the warmth of his body seeping into mine. His long hair fell around us, covering part of my face as I buried myself into his neck.

He smelled so good—clean, familiar, and comforting. I didn’t want to let him go.

[saltnsugarbear]

you're intertwining your soul with somebody else (18+)

summary: you and your boyfriend invite someone new into your bed...

title from: "Somebody Else" by The 1975

word count: 5.2k

content warnings: smut MDNI!!!! oral (r!receiving), cuckholding, protected sex (JOEY DONT PLAY SORRY YALL), squirting,,,,, multiple positions 🕺

side note: literally actually snatched a dialogue line from chats with Olive but it was just too good. update I've taken another. this fic co written by Olive Berzattosgf. 100% caters to me and Olive today sorry guys <//3

this first divider from @/strangergraphics and the cigar and whiskey from @/thecutestgrotto

This is how it starts. With a simple 'thank you.'

"What was that?" Joey asked you when Lip walks away.

"What was what?" You frown at him.

"That," He gestures at where the bartender had been.

"Joey, I don't know what you're talking about." You tell him, glancing at your boyfriend before taking a sip from your drink.

"'Thank you,'" He tries to mimic the way you had thanked Lip for your drink. Tries to mimic the way your voice dips into that sultry tone you usually use against him.

"I did not say it like that.." You grumble, face flushing. Joey scoffs next to you and you don't have to look at him to know he's rolling his eyes. A moment passes before Joey sits up straighter, flagging down someone. You follow his gaze and your breathing catches when you spot Lip down the bar.

"Hey, come'ere," Joey flicks his fingers towards himself when he grabs Lip's attention. He slides down the counter, grabbing a new glass assuming Joe wanted a drink. When he shakes his hand no, Lip puts the glass back with a furrowed brow.

"You wanna fuck 'em?" Joey gestures to you when he says it. Your face flushes at his words, mouth falling open at his vulgarity.

"Quinn," you hiss. You only call him Quinn when you're pissed.

"I'm sorry?" Lip chokes out, tilting his head and furrowing his brow. You're beyond embarrassed by his behavior, sitting up to cut in.

"He's had to much to drink, I'm sorry-" You start.

"I'm asking you, if you want to fuck 'em. Cause they sure wanna fuck you and I'll let ya both," Joey starts again. "Unless you don't wanna fuck 'em, which then there's somethin' wrong with ya.."

"Joseph!" You slap his shoulder, thoroughly embarrassed by your boyfriends behavior.

"You said you wanted to try inviting someone into our bedroom. I choose this guy," Joey tells you, dragging over a dry napkin. "Gotta pen?"

Lip pulls a pen from his pocket and hands it to Joey. You watch as Joey writes out the hotel and room number your both staying in tonight. He pushes the pen and napkin towards Lip across the bar, jabbing it with a finger.

"Come by, or don't." Joey tells him. "'S your choice."

The walk back to your hotel room is silent. Your heart is thumping in your chest as Quinn leads you back to the room, fingers tucked in your belt loops. You think of a hundred different ways to approach the situation. What were you expected to do if Lip the bartender actually showed up later. All possibilities make your stomach squirm anxiously until you're behind the hotel room door.

The one you don't consider is Joey crowding you against the door. His hands are rough as he drags you into a kiss. You're pliant in his hold, bringing your hands to fist at his shirt and tug his hips close. He groans into your mouth, nipping softly at your lower lip.

Joey seems reluctant, when he pulls away. You trail after him until he appeases you, giving you one last firm kiss before backing away. You huff as he turns away, leaving you against the door.

You watch as Joey goes to the table and chair in the corner across the room. Tucking your hands behind you as he takes his gun out of the holster, placing it in the table.

"Really?" You snicker, eyeing it where it sits next to him. "You're gonna start swingin' that around?"

"Don't know what you're talkin' about," Joey says, sitting down in the chair in the corner. You roll your eyes as you walk over to him, framing his legs with yours when you stop in front of him.

"You sure you're okay with this?" You ask him, bringing your hands to rest on his shoulders, smoothing your thumbs over the fabric of his shirt.

"'M sure," He tells you, tracing his fingers along the tops of your thighs. "Need you t'go sit down now, otherwise I'm gonna fuck you before he can get here."

You scoff, stepping away from him, going for the bed and flopping down on it. You rest your hands on your stomach while you trace the patterns on the ceiling.

Your head perks up at the knock on the door, sitting up and looking at Joey.

"Go on. Open the door," Joey flicks his fingers at it, leaning further back into the seat. Your heart feels like it's going to burst out of your chest as you get up and cross the room. When you peak through the peephole, you can't help how you inhale softly. Lip stands in front of the door, hands in his pockets as he waits.

"It's the bartender.. Lip," you turn to look at Joey, making sure he's actually on board with this.

"Open it," Joey nods, legs spread wide where he sits.

You have no choice, at this point. You made this bed. Time for you to lie in it.

You start to open the door slowly but Lip is quick to shove it further. You can't help but make a noise of surprise and it's like he's on you in an instant.

Lip’s hands are warm on your face, tugging you towards him until he's kissing you. And he's kissing you like he needs you to breathe. It catches you off guard and forces a squeal of surprise from your mouth. He takes the doorknob from you and closes the door quietly when Joey clears his throat across the room.

You can feel the reluctance in Lip when he pulls back, breathing heavily through his nose.

"Joseph," he sniffs, looking at him across the room.

"Don't fuckin' call me that." Joey says sharply, sitting up quickly. "You call me Quinn, or you keep your mouth shut."

The way he's being so direct with Lip makes something flutter in your stomach, watching how like fights to roll his eyes. There's something that tells you to kiss Lip, and you do, surprising both of the boys. Lip grunts against your mouth before pulling you close, nipping gently at your lower lip. Joey doesn't interrupt this time, giving Lip time to tug your mouth open a little.

You pull back first, breathing heavily as you blink open heavy eyelids. Lip's face is slightly more flushed than before when you take him in but he's looking behind you.

"This ends when I come, right? Not when they do?" Lip asks over your shoulder, still holding your face close. You can't see Joey's reaction but Lip is speaking again.

"I can make 'em come as many times as I want?"

The question makes your brow furrow and you can hear Joey scoff behind you.

"Yeah, you can- you can fuckin' try." You can practically hear the way he waves his hand like he's dismissing it. It's a moment before you look back at Lip's eyes. He's already looking at you, blue eyes darting around your face like he's assessing you. You tilt your head at him, moving just enough he knows you're confused. Lip gives you a quick smile before he's kissing you again, hands moving to your hips to press you up against the door.

Lip is eager to get your pants off, making quick work of the button and zipper before he's tugging them down your legs. He helps slip them over your feet, throwing them to the side before he gets further settled on his knees. Your brow furrows softly, glancing at Joey across the room. He looks just as confused as he watches Lip pull your hips closer to his face, nosing at your underwear gently. Neither one of you expected to find a giver.

The feeling of Lip's tongue over your clothed clit makes you inhale sharply, eyes rolling as he traces down to prod at your entrance. You can't help but groan softly, stomach turning at the hand Lip places over your mound, brushing his thumb over your clit. He continues to prod at your slit through the fabric, lapping softly at the cotton. The feeling of his teeth against your underwear makes you shudder, rocking up into his mouth.

Lip uses this as an excuse to tug down your underwear, slipping it off one of your legs and pulling your leg over his shoulder. He's warm as he prods his tongue at your entrance. You moan softly, quickly cut off with a gasp as he slips the tips of his fingers past his tongue. Lip pushes up until the knuckles, curling his fingers against your walls in a way that makes you sigh.

Lip hikes your leg further over his shoulder, jostling you farther up the door as he holds onto your thigh tightly. The movement has you scrambling to find something to keep yourself steady, fingers digging for purchase against the door.

Your eyes catch Joey's, face flushing as he watches you. His eyes don't stray from your face, taking in every reaction you give. Your jaw drops and head falls back when Lip somehow licks deeper into you. His nose is pressed up against your clit, driving you insane as he thrusts his fingers in deep with his tongue.

Your hand finds purchase against his scalp, trying to push him closer. "Oh my fucking God.."

You can feel how Lip is kissing and licking at your core, like he's making out with your cunt. Joey was good with his mouth but this is something else.

Your leg around his shoulder pulls Lip closer. You should probably be more courteous to the way you're pushing Lip impossibly closer, but you can't find it in yourself to care. He doesn't seen to care either. Lip grunts softly as you push against the back of his head, licking around where his fingers stretch.

"Fuck- fuck-" You choke out, squeezing your eyes shut as your hips jerk, grinding into Lip's face as you feel your release wash over you. Your head feels fuzzy from it and the way Lip is licking around his fingers, curling them against your walls as you rock against his hand. You can't help but whine when he slips his fingers out, groaning as he licks up from your slit to your clit.

Lip parts from your cunt with a kiss to your clit. He trails kisses up your stomach, shoving your shirt up to find more skin. He nips softly at the skin until he can bite at your jaw. Lip trails kisses along your jaw until he captures your mouth, prying it open with his thumb to slip his tongue in.

The taste of your arousal makes you groan, tugging his hips closer to you.

"Y'gonna let me fuck you in front'a him?" Lip asks against your cheek, pressing his thigh up against your exposed cunt. The denim of his jeans is a stark difference from his mouth and fingers. You nod quickly but it's not good enough for him.

Lip pulls away to look at you, pupils blown wide. "Hmm? You gonna let me fuck you in front'a him?"

You nod again, eager to please. "Yes... Please.."

Lip gives you a small smile before he takes a few steps back, dragging you with him by your hips. He's quick to turn both of you so you're now the one walking backwards. He leads you until the backs of your legs hit the bed, pulling you into him. He brings a hand to your face to kiss you, guiding your mouth open with his thumb on your chin.

The kiss is messy and slow. Like he's trying to show off..

Not caring for it, you pull away from him and lay back against the bed. Lip tsks softly before grabbing at your hips to move you closer to the edge of the mattress.

"No, fuck you, I want to see as little of you as possible," Joey says when Lip tries to pull you further down the bed. Lip scoffs from where he stands in front of you, grip tightening on your hips at Joey's words. You sigh softly, leaning your head back into the mattress to look at Joey across the room.

You watch him for a few seconds before you look back at Lip, "Get undressed, I'll deal with him.."

You don't give Lip much choice, so he's backing up and working off his shirt before undoing his belt. You turn back to Joey, grinning at him from where you lay on your back.

"Joey," You sigh, reaching your hands out to grab for him. Joey's up in a moment, crossing the room to you and sliding his hands into yours.

"How do you want me?" You ask him with a grin. Joey huffs, trying not to roll his eyes at your request. You hum softly until he finally gets the hint, sliding his hands up your arms and lifting you up.

"Want you facin' me.." He says quietly, turning you to face the chair in the corner. You hum quietly, settling down where he's placed you.

"Y'sure?" You ask him innocently enough. "Y'don't wanna watch him... Y'know.. Put it in?"

Joey groans quietly at your words, grip on your upper arms tightening a little. You give him a small grin, watching as Joey composes himself after your words.

"Can't be sayin' shit like that.." He grumbles, setting your hands in your lap before bringing his hands to your face.

"You still okay with this?" Joey asks you softly, studying your face for any signs you want to back out. You smile softly and nod quickly, placing a quick kiss to the inside of his wrist to cement it. Joey hums softly before leaning down to give you kiss. He's slow to depart, tugging your lower lip into his mouth.

"Taste good.." Joey mutters after you pull away, running a thumb over your cheek. You chuckle softly, giving him another quick kiss that has him trailing after your lips.

"Gotta wait your turn.." You tell him, giving him one more kiss before you settle more comfortably on the mattress. Joey grumbles before he retreats back to his chair. He isn't too much of a fan of you turning your back to him. Less of a fan of how Lip kneels on the mattress and ducks down to kiss you deeply. You tease softly at his waistband, tugging at it and tracing your fingers over his v-line. 

"Mmm, gonna fill you up nice, huh?" Lip asks you, nipping at your jaw before pulling away. You look back at Joey, grinning at him while Lip shucks off his boxers.

"The fuck you are," Joey grumbles from his seat. He lifts his hips and pulls out his wallet, thumbing out the condom he keeps stored in there. It hits Lip in the chest when he tosses it at him, landing softly on the bed between you and Lip. You don't miss the tent forming in his pants, or the way Lip eyes his jeans when you turn back to him.

"Joey can be very territorial.." You mutter to Lip when he snatches up the condom from the bed. Lip mutters something under his breath as he tears the packaging, tossing the wrapper to the side in favor of rolling the rubber down his length.

"Turn around for me," Lip asks you, handling your hips when you turn over. He's gentle but firm as he manipulates your body, facing you towards Joey.

The feeling of his tip poking at your entrance makes you inhale sharply. You have to bite down on your lip as he pushes forward, stretching you in a way that makes your eyes roll. You have to duck your head down, stifling a whine as Lip sinks into the hilt. You absentmindedly rock back into him, rolling your hips into his as you adapt to the stretch.

Lip sets a mild pace before he slows to a stop making you whine. You can hear him scoff behind you before his hands are on your ass, pushing your hips forward to see where he sinks into you before pulling them back against his own hips.

"You can fuck yourself on my cock, can't ya?" He asks, and you can hear the condescension in his voice. You whimper, looking up at Joey for some sort of support but his face gives nothing away. It makes you whine again before rocking your hips forward and rolling backwards. A groan falls from your lips as you feel the head of his cock brush that spongy spot along your walls, rolling your hips slower to hit it again.

You rest your forehead against your arms, continuing to roll your hips the same way until you can't think outside of the small circles of your hips.

"Fuck- shit-" You choke, hips stilling back against Lip's. When you stop, Lip starts again, slowly fucking you through your orgasm.

You have to bury your face in the sheets as Lip fucks into you. The feeling makes you squeal softly, rocking your hips back into his movements. None of your words come together coherently as he thrusts into you, focusing on how he stretches you open.

Lip brings one of his hands to your face, leaning his weight on his other one. The hand on your face squishes your cheeks together, lips puckering as he lifts you up. Lip huffs when he sees your face, gaze flicking quickly to Joey, "They get this brainless when you fuck 'em?"

And you want to feel bad. You want to find it in yourself to feel bad.

But Joey knows as well as you do that it takes Joey longer to get you like this. You're almost two orgasms deep and Lip has your head cleared. You can't form a single thought outside of how good he's fucking you. Walls clenching around his length as him rocks his hips into you.

Lip sets you back down when all Joey does is clench his jaw. There's a hand in the middle of your shoulders that slowly slips to the back of your neck. You whine softly as Lip uses his hand placement to get a better angle. He uses his free hand to guide your hips back into him, rough handling you in a way that makes you moan quietly.

"Careful, asshole," Joey mutters.

"Fuck you," Lip says softly.

Lip is good at keeping you on edge. Giving you just enough pleasure to tease you with an orgasm before pulling out or stopping. He does this so many times you can't count them anymore. At a certain point Lip gives you a shallow thrust punctuated with a grind up against your walls that makes you choke and bury your face in the the mattress.

"Joey.." You whine, half-muffled by the comforter. Your heart feels like it's going to beat out of your chest, you know Joey's not the one fucking you. You fist the sheets in your hands, rolling your hips back. "Joey, Joey.."

Lip scoffs behind you, rolling his hips into you. He slips his arm around your middle, bringing his had to your shoulder and lifting you up. Lip brings you to lean back against his chest, letting him manipulate you as he pleased.

"Not Joey, baby.. Give it another go.." He mutters roughly, punctuating his request with a sharp thrust. You give him a muddled whine, leaning your head back against his shoulder. Lip rolls his eyes, bringing his hand from your shoulder to your face. He turns your head to look at him, tapping your cheek until you open your eyes.

"Tell him who's making you feel this good, baby.. Cause it's not him," Lip glances at Joey across the room as he says it.

"Fuck you," Joey bites out and Lip snickers.

"Come on, baby. You gonna tell him?" He asks.

"You.. You are.." You whine out, heart dropping when Lip rolls his eyes.

"Don't need t'tell me," Lip scoffs before turning your face towards Joey. "Tell him."

You're all but blinking back tears, watching as Joey clenches his jaw as he watches you. You can't help as your lower lip juts out, "Feels so good, Joey.."

"I know, sweetheart," Joey's eyes soften. It's not his fault he happened to pick the bartender that knew how to fuck. "You're doin' so good, though.."

Joey's gaze flickers to Lip briefly when he rolls his eyes. He holds your jaw tightly, bringing his face close to yours.

"Now tell him who's fuckin' you this good.." He grunts, rocking his hips into you.

You whine softly, trying to roll your own hips in time with his. Lip's palm cradles your neck gently and it's driving you insane, on top of everything else he's doing. You groan softly as he thrusts up into you, bringing one of your hands to grab onto his thigh.

"Joey.." You gasp softly, rolling your hips in a way that you hope will entice Lip back into fucking you. You feel like a child, whining because they're not getting what they want.

Lip stays still while you squirm in his hold, wiggling your hips a little. You can't bite back the groan you let out, opening your eyes to find Joey. The moment you spot him, you're pouting.

"Joey, he won't move," you whine. You roll your hips as if to prove your point to him.

Joey huffs softly, biting back a smile. "Tell 'im that, baby. 'M not the one fuckin' ya, y'gotta use your words."

You can hear Lip 'tsk' behind you, can practically see how he rolls his eyes and you're whining again. "Please move, Lip, please, please, please.."

You're wiggling your hips forward again, trying to persuade him further. He huffs through his nose at your movements, in seemingly no rush to listen to your pleading.

That's when the pouting gets really bad. You sigh pathetically, feeling tears start to well. Lip watches how you roll your hips forward, trying to coax some sort of stimulation out of him.

"Joeeyyy-" You choke out, blinking back tears as you look at him. "Y'gonna let 'im tease me like this?"

Quinn has to keep himself from jumping out of the chair, covering his mouth with his hand. Your sniffling is one of the only sounds in the room as Joey holds on tight to the armrest.

"Move, or I'm gonna fuck 'em," Joey says, making eye contact with Lip. He can see that glint in his eyes, like he wants to challenge if Quinn will actually do it. But there's something else eating away at the inside of Lip, something that wants to challenge Joey deeper.

You can't help but cry out when Lip lifts you off his dick, laying you back on the mattress. You whine loudly, prepared to cry to Joey before Lip is pushing the tip back into you. Lip pressing up against that spongy spot is enough to satiate you while he reaches behind himself for a pillow. You watch passively as he brings it round and lifts your lower back off the bed and slipping the pillow under you. The new angle makes you groan softly, rocking your hips up to change the stimulation.

Lip perks up at the noise that leaves your mouth at a particular thrust. His lips quirk up as he repeats the motion, setting a steady roll of his hips. You choke on the whine that escapes you, leg jerking up gently.

"Yeah? Right there?" Lip's voice is taunting as he continues his shallow thrusts. All you can do is nod, whining loudly as he grinds his tip up against your walls.

You're reaching for Joey before you can think, left hand slipping off of Lip's arm and over your head. And Joey's up in a second. Joey is out of the chair almost the moment you started to reach for him. He slips his hand into yours and up your arm, gripping your elbow gently. His other hand comes to your face, tracing over your features softly.

Lip's hands tuck under your knees, pushing your legs to your chest as he thrusts into you at a steady pace.

You keen and squeal loudly when the band in your stomach breaks, hips jerking upwards. A groan tears from your throat as you lurch forward, pressing your forehead against Joey's while your eyes flutter shut.

"Shit.." Joey whispers while you whine, walls clenching around Lip's dick when he pushes back into you. You can hear Lip huff softly from above you, but you miss the glance he gives Joey.

"Didn't tell me they were easy t'squirt.." Lip grunts, punctuating that with a firm roll of his hips.

"I didn't know they could..." Joey's voice sounds amazed next to you. The meaning of Lip's words settles on you when you lay back down. You can't help but inhale sharply, opening your eyes to find Joey. He must see it on your face because he's smothering your face with kisses.

"No, 's okay, baby. Jesus fucking Christ, sweetheart, so fuckin' good.." He mutters into your skin. You exhale heavily, leaning into his affections and melting further into the mattress while Lip rocks into you slowly. Joey places one last kiss to your cheek before pulling away to take you in. Your eyelids feel heavy as Lip buries his face in your neck. You hum shortly as the rocking of his hips picks up it's pace while he kisses up your neck and nips at your jaw.

Lip’s mouth is right next to your ear as he holds you close, rocking his hips up into you rhythmically. His voice is low when he speaks up, making you glance at Joey quickly.

"You been keepin' that a secret from him? Hm? Do that jus' f'me?" Lip mutters quietly before placing a quick kiss to your neck, his words making your head fuzzy. After that, Lip picks up his pace. Thrusting up into you with deeper strokes and more erratic timing. He nudges nicely deep inside you and you know when Lip comes by the way his hips stutter before giving one last rough thrust. The feeling of his release trapped in the condom adds an extra warmth that makes your jaw drop, turning to look at Joey while you come back together. Joey places soft kisses over your face as you breathe slowly, trying to string your thoughts together outside of just Joey. Lip places soft bites to your chest and shoulder, rolling his hips a few times before rocking to a standstill. He sighs heavily before he pulls away from and out of you. You whine at the loss, shaking your head slightly. Lip huffs softly at you as he tugs off the condom, tying it off and grabbing his boxers off the bed.

Joey gets up once Lip has his boxers on, getting up and collecting his own things while Joey unbuttons his shirt. The two of them side eye one another while you push yourself over, catching your breath as you stare at the ceiling.

Once Lip is dressed, he crosses to the side of the bed. He brings a hand to your cheek and places a soft kiss to your forehead.

"See ya later, sweetheart," Lip mutters. You hum quietly, raising your hand goodbye as he leaves. The door opens and shuts, leaving you and Joey alone again.

Joey's in just his white tank top when he sits on the bed next to you. His hand is gentle as he brings it to your face, caressing you jaw gently.

"You doin' okay in there?" He asks you softly, eyes darting around your face. It takes you a moment before you nod, turning to press a soft kiss to his palm.

"Very okay," You whisper, watching his face. Joey nods, biting softly at the inside of his cheek. You bring the hand closest to him and set it on his thigh, tapping it gently.

"Thank you... I know you didn't like the idea," You tell him, watching as he thinks. Joey shrugs and leans down to give you a soft kiss.

"Just don't get any ideas about leavin' me.." He mutters. You huff at him, giving him a much firmer kiss than he did.

"Wouldn't dream of it.." You tell him after he pulls away. He hums, turning your head so he can place soft kisses to your jaw. You can't help but whine when he bites softly at your neck, feeling the familiar warmth stir in your stomach.

"Joey," you sigh, catching a glance at the very obvious tent pressing out of his unzipped jeans.

"Just need ya t'give me one more.." Joey tells you softly, brushing his thumb over your cheek. "You can do that for me, right?"

You're nodding before he even finishes his sentence, opening your legs wider for him to climb between.

"Y'did so good," he sighs as he settles between your legs, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. "Let me take care of you now.."

"Hey," Joey flags down the bartender that looks most like him. He skims the name on his tag quickly and huffs at it. "'Lip.'"

"You got'a problem with that?" He raises his brow like it's a challenge.

"No," Joey huffs again, straightening up as he prepares himself. "Got a favor to ask ya."

"What is it?" Lip side eyes him, taking a rag from the counter and wiping down a glass. Joey sighs heavily, leaning against the counter and looks down at his hands.

"So... So my partners got this fire under their ass about maybe bringing someone into the bedroom," Joey starts. Lip furrows his brow, looking up from his glass. "I don't think it's a good idea. And I want to prove 'em right."

Lip huffs quietly and Joey wants to throw a fucking peanut at him. He doesn't. But he wants to.

"So," Joey starts again. "The favor is, you flirt with 'em. I make a fuss and we invite you in. You prove I'm right."

"You want me to fuck your partner?" Lip furrows his brow, looking at Joey like hes got two heads. Joey clenches his jaw, swallows his pride, and nods. He watches Lip as he processes this information, nodding absentmindedly.

"This like uh.. Like a trick question? You gonna come back and kick my ass if I flirt with 'em?" He questions. What a bizarre fucking request. He doesn't get paid enough for this.

"Why would I kick your ass? Literally asking you right now, I didn't say anything about kicking your ass." Now Joey's confused.

"You're asking me to fuck your significant other, sorry if I'm a little skeptical." Lip jabs, resting his palms against the counter.

"Both clean so that's not an issue. Unless you.. You clean?" Joey leans forward like it's a secret.

"I'm clean, asshole," Lip huffs. Joey rolls his eyes, how is he supposed to know if some stranger he just met was clean.

"Let me think about it." Lip says, setting down his rag. "Let y'know when you come back in."

Joey wants to groan, throw a fit, roll his eyes. But hes just asked a stranger to fuck is significant other with no prior background so he can't blame him. So, he instead pushes away from the bar, rapping his knuckles against the surface.

"Yeah, you let me know.."

[tastefuleternallove]

hey! i hope you’re having a good new year! i didn’t have the best holiday season, so i was just wondering if you could do joe quinn x reader on christmas or new years? or if possible reader with seasonal depression?

Loved

Joe Quinn x Reader

Summary: your boyfriend has immense amount of love for you

Warnings: fluff / angst, mentions of depression, does not say what holiday is being celebrated or the gender of reader.

Note: i’m so sorry to you and to anyone who had a rough holiday season, i did aswell and i would’ve killed for someone to say these things to me over the past few weeks. Hope the rest of everyone’s year is filled with love ❤️

NONE OF THIS IS PROOF READ IM LAZY

The holiday season was always hard for you, every year you find yourself sitting in your bed scrolling on your phone looking at everyone’s holiday pictures. Reminding you that your behind everyone in life, but also too ahead in the same way. However this year was different, you had joe. He’s the light of your life and the best thing that’s ever happend to you.

But over the holiday season you couldn’t scratch the feeling that you’ve been ruining it for him. The holidays were his favourite time of year and you haven’t exactly had time to share with him how you feel about this time of year. It wasn’t his fault, you just care for him so much. Going to every event, every dinner, every party with a smile plastered on your face hoping to not ruin this moment for your boyfirend

You felt like you were hiding it nicely, never stopping a smile, starting conversations with people, and playing the perfect part. But your boyfriend could see straight through your facade, every time you would slowly dissociate yourself when people would start talking about certain things. his heart ached at the sight of this but he wasint exactly sure how to have this conversation, he didint want you to fully shut him out but he also wanted you to know he cared for you and wanted to help you.

it was new year’s eve and you were getting ready to go to one of joe’s friends party. ask you looked at yourself in the mirror you feslt the exhaustion that crept up onto you from the season, feeling drained and in need of laying down. But on queue Joseph walked into the room, you straightened your posture out and went back to clasping your necklace. Joe knew right when he walked in you weren’t okay, and today was the day he would say something.

“Sweetheart, can you come sit on the bed with me” he said softly, you took note of how he hadn’t started getting ready. “i need you to know that i care about you and that you are in such a safe space when your with me right?” he said with almost a worried look. “yeah of course babe”. you said with a smile, but he couldint shake the feeling thag more was going on. “How about me and you just spend new years together, we can relax, do anything you want and just spend time with eachother, no one else no distractions”. “what! no” you said with almost a fear in your eyes. joseph gave a confused look trying to see i side your mind.

this is something your boyfriend wanted something important to him, but now that you aren’t going to his friends party their all gonna think that it’s your fault because if it wasint for you joseph wouldint come. Your chin quivered quick as you shit your head down releasing everything in a huge eruption. tears streaming down your face as you let every emotion from the past couple of weeks consume you. Your boyfriends heart shattered at the sight of this, because he didint know what was happening or how to get you to tell him. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest, trying to make you feel grounded so you knew he wasint going anywhere

He rubbed your back in small patterns and tried to steady your breathing. “look at me” you glanced up at his freshly shaven smooth face. “It’s not your fault, you can’t control how you feel during this time of year and it’s selfish of me that i didn’t say anything sooner about how you’ve been feeling. That’s why i suggested about tonight, spending the new year with my amazing partner, i couldn’t ask for a more amazing person that i get to share my life with, your always there every step of the way and you must know that you are what leads me to every step of my life. Everything is for you and i love you with everything in me”.

You looked at him in awe, he cared, he listened , your worries of showing your true emotions melted away as you truly realized how important and loved this man made you feel. He placed his tender hands on your cheek and gave you a soft kiss on your forehead and continued to keep rocking you back and forth, easing you out from your stress.

[honey-flustered]

Kinktober 8: Feeding/Stuffing + Cuckolding

Michael (Hoard) x Married!Milf!Older!Reader

Summary: Michael sure does love your cookies (derogatory).

Warnings: age gap (Michael 20s, Reader mid 30s), unhealthy food consumption, face stuffing kink, cheating/swinging/cuckolding, food sexual innuendos/puns

It’s odd. You specifically remember mothering two growing boys. But you’ve counted two growing boys and one fully grown man…

Michael lives next door at the Michelle residence, his foster mother’s home, along with his pregnant girlfriend. You’d think he’d stay clear of you, the ‘MILF with the Pink Flamingos’. Yet, he’s been in your kitchen several times anticipating your delicious baked goods.

He’s always responded well to your cooking. In fact, you remember the first time you and your husband had moved into the neighborhood, introducing yourselves to the neighbors when you’d approached Michael’s door with a platter of lemon cakes. He immediately gave you ‘the eye’ as he’d taken a bite of the confectionery, highly praising you and going for seconds—thirds. From the way he openly flirted with you, you assumed he knew exactly what you and your husband were into until you’d met his proper girlfriend who clearly isn’t one to fool around.

Still every evening, Michael would come over to your home, flirting and scarfing down whatever you gave him. A quiet sick part of you enjoyed seeing the way his belly would protrude after a satisfying home-cooked meal. You especially love it when he’d curl up against you on the couch —after hours when your husband and the kiddos are in bed—making you rub his tummy and soothe his hair.

Today is no different. There you are rubbing his belly on the couch and playing in his hair when he looks up at your lap.

“The meaning of those pink flamingos out there…do they have anything to do with why there are so many couples in the neighborhood competing for you and your partner’s attention?” Michael questions.

“Why yes,” You giggle, moving a strands of hair away from his forehead. “We’re swingers.”

“That explains why your husband doesn’t seem to mind my presence.” He says, snuggling more up against you.

“Oh, he does mind it,” You admit. “We only swing with open couples. You and your lover aren’t exactly open, are you? Anything happening between us would be considered cheating.”

“The wicked smile on your face tells me, you aren’t entirely against it.” Michael smirks, breath hitching when you dip your finger in his bellybutton before soothing over his happy trail.

“I’m a mother and a housewife, Michael. I don’t wreck homes, I remodel them,” You quip, tugging his hair as a gesture for him to rise up from your lap. He stares at you with both confusion and hurt as if feeling rejected. “My husband’s standing on a stair-step just out of view from our eyes but enough to where he can watch us. He doesn’t trust that you wouldn’t try anything with me despite the many nights you’ve rested in my lap.”

“Is he looking for a show?” Michael says, gripping the fat of your thighs.

“Maybe,” You answer. “Or maybe he’s just making sure you aren’t eating my cookies. He especially loves those and you didn’t leave not a crumble for him last time.”

You pick up a small cake from your tray, raising it up to his lips. “You can have as much cake as you want though.”

Michael smiles, widening his mouth to accept the sweet treat. You cram it in messily, your fingers coated with icing and cake fluff. He swirls his tongue around your fingers, sucking in earnest while maintaining eye contact with you.

When he’s done licking your fingers clean, he sighs happily. “Luckily for him, I’m big on cake-eating.”

[moongirldreamer]

Summer Bummer

[lokisivy]

Mad Man- Peter Parker

summary: You and Peter fought about him being reckless when he was saving the city Peter got angry and when he gets angry he gets angry.

Peter's POV is in italics

warnings: Angst, blood, cursing. already established relationship

I supported Peter through everything in his transition through Spiderman, trying to find out what happened with his parents, the loss of his uncle, and finding vengeance for the murder of his uncle. I was happy to be there for him he was the best boyfriend anyone could ask for.

But this was my last straw when he went through my window with blood-soaked hair, bruises on his face, and knife slashes all over his chest The sight was dreadful almost causing tears to run down my face. I was angry at him for getting himself like that it wasn't the first time he had done that. "Peter, what the hell happened!" I yelled my parents were not home.

"Some psycho with a sword." he laughs lightly, holding the leaking wound he lays down on the couch in my bedroom. I got the first aid kit from under my bed. I will yell at him later when he is all patched up.

"fuck that hurts Y/N!" he yelled in pain holding my hips tighter I was stitching his shoulder. I may have been less gentle than normal. "Good" I looked at him briefly. I finished his last stitch and got up to wash my hands.

Peter could sense that you were mad at him. You usually melted in his arms when you were fixing him up. This time, you were stiff and didn't make a convo with him

"Are you mad at me?" Peter asked getting up and following me to the bathroom door

"Yes Peter, I'm mad you got yourself hurt badly," I snap, turning my head.

"Okay, and someone has to do something about what is happening in the city," he shrugged, remaining calm. he is always like that. Clam, he contains himself better than me, and it's frustrating sometimes when we fight and he is not even matching the same level as my voice.

"We have cops for that. It's not your job to go again, drug lords!" My voice got louder. "The cops can't do half of the stuff i can," he said, still clamly, which irritated me more.

"Look at you. you came in covered in blood from head to toe and you may not care about what happens to you because you expect me to patch you up" it was the last time I had to see the love of my life like that I cannot take it when I see him hurting let alone covered in blood almost on the verge of passing out.

"You know you just tell me if you don't want to do that, I don't need you to it. if you don't love me, " he said, trying to guilt trip me he does that every time he gets hurt, trying to make me feel bad.

"No peter its because i love you. You know I won't leave until you're healed," i said, fire building through me why cant he get mad like I am.. he doesn't answer me he stayed silent.

"What you want me to stich you up then kiss you after almost dying, not this time." i turn my back to him, proceeding to wash my hands seeing the crimson blood filling my sink. I took a glimpse in the mirror. i saw him behind me running his hand through his hair, frustrated at my reaction to all of this.

He came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. I was about to fall to his touch till I looked up in the mirror and saw the bruises and stitches on his face. "Baby, listen, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. I love you -"

"Get your hands of me." I pushed him away. None of this sweet talking shit is going to work on me, not this time. you walked out going inside your bedroom.

"What is your problem Y/N Im trying so hard to stay calm and not fight back but your making this so fucking hard," Peter yelled he rarely cursed when he talked. His eyes grew darker. "What's my problem? are you fucking serious right now Peter!" I yelled back at him.

"You are acting like a kid. in the real world, people get hurt, and I'm preventing that from happening, and I'm not gonna stop because Gwen could've been alive," he shouted.

he talked about my best friend she died last year after Harry threw her off the clock tower. peter wasn't fast enough to save her, and I never blamed him. it was never his fault. he loved her too they were planning on moving to Europe together until she died.

"You can save people without getting hurt you decide to push your limits what happened to Gwen was never your fault and you think you're making it better by almost dying each time you get out there but the only person you're hurting is yourself and me because I would rather die than lose you Peter, and if you can't see that then this isn't gonna work out," I said sadness lacing my tone rather than anger I sat down on my bed trying to compose myself and not to cry.

Peter's heart dropped when you said those words he was gonna lose you too because of his actions panic rose to his throat tears almost falling from his eyes as he choked on his words

"Are you- breaking up with me?" his voice quieted down with a shiver "I'm saying if you wanna play with death out there then I'd rather lose you now than fall in love with more and tear me apart when you leave me," I said my voice cracking tears slipping down my face.

"I'm sorry- I failed you-- it's like everyone I touch dies my Uncle Ben, Gwen, Captain Stacy they all died because of me and I will lose you too-" he kneels in front of me in between my legs gently grabbing my face."I can't lose you." he placed his forehead on mine a teardrop falling down his cheeks.

"Now you listen to me. You never failed me Peter you are perfect, and just because things happen doesn't mean we cause it." I grabbed his cheek. "The world takes everyone, but we don't give. you have me till my dying breath, and even then, I'm still yours." his lips crash into mine the kiss we like needed more than the other. i leaned more into him. The kiss was magical until Peter lost balance, and i ended up falling on top of him on the floor. the both of us broke into laughter. "Go shower, you stink.' I slapped his chest lightly. "Excuse me for not smelling like daisies and roses," he giggled, giving me a light peck on my lips "god i love you. you've ruined me for anyone else. " he sits upright, making me straddle his lap and kiss me again with full passion.

[millie-multifics]

In Another Life

Firefighter!Eddie Munson x Potential Reader

Eddie builds a better life far away from all the misfortune of Hawkins.

Warnings: Mentions of injuries, death and conspiracies.

Word Count: ~1k

Masterlist

x x x

Much of Hawkins remained blissfully unaware of Vecna’s final emergence and his beasts in the Upside Down, though a certain group of teenagers and their parents were forced to face the tattered remains left in the wake.

Though Eddie had not faced the Upside Down nearly as many times as the people he now considered his closest friends and valued acquaintances, his already challenged life had taken a nose dive right into interdemensial dirt and ash.

The government had edited the narrative from the first precieved notion of Eddie being responsible for the heinous murder of Chrissy Cunningham and others to point the blame to the deceased Jason Carver, even putting in the detail of Max and Eddie being attempted victims to explain away their injuries.

Though Eddie’s life had been less than luxurious before, most of citizens of Hawkins had continued to shun him, not believing the goverment spun web of lies.

Eddie had not dare left the trailer for over a month when Uncle Wayne had sat him down, encouring his beloved nephew to escape the cruel borders of the small town. Wayne had assured Eddie that leaving did not mean he was running from his problems, just looking for peace of mind and the opportunity to shop for groceries without mothers dragging their children out of the store in horror at the sight of him.

Steve had given into his nepotistic expectations, accepting a job at his fathers dealership as a car salesman. His first action of business was buying Eddies beatup van for a lot more than it was worth. Steve was quite nearly fired that same evening when his father discovered the new eyesore on the lot that no one would ever spend a penny on, nevermind $5,000.

The money had gotten Eddie across state lines to Illinois, specifically Chicago where he found himself an older apartment and anonymity. Here his misfortunes had not earned a five page feature in the newspaper, his story and face hadn’t even warranted the front page. He had found a job as a Bartender at an establishment called “Stones Throw” in the middle of the city. Reggie, the owner had interviewed Eddie on the spot. He only had two questions- did Eddie have any bartending experience? And if the obvious metal head could handle listening to different genres of music for hours on end without blowing a gasket? Eddie had debated lying about his lack of serving experience but ultimately was truthful and he could only promise that he would try his very best not to pop his top at patrons jukebox choices. He wasn’t exactly sure why but Reggie hired him on the spot.

Stones Throw is where he met the people who would help change his life for the better. Lacey, the truest example he had ever seen of the term tiny but mighty, she had a glare that had any rowdy patron fleeing before the bouncer even had a chance to toss them out. She had convinced Eddie to seek out a program to finally complete his GED, and she helped him study every night behind the bar. Her elder brother, Joey, frequented the establishment with his fellow Firefighters and their shared love for D&D made them fast friends. It took two years but the O’Ryan siblings had convinced Eddie that he should explore the possibility of becoming a Firefighter as he had the passion and potential to thrive in the field. Joey started inviting Eddie along to the gym, knowing the average build of the metalhead would not equate during training. Eddie slowly began filling out his black uniform t-shirt in a way that drew in plenty of female attention, something he avoided since intimate company meant revealing the deep scars that spanned across his torso from the Demobats sinking their sharp talons into his soft flesh.

The required medical examination had nearly jeopardized Eddie’s eligibility to join the program. The physician concerned with the scars that sunk deep into his tissue. He had fought hard against the comprehension, volunteering to do test after test until the doctor could no longer question his capabilities. Eddie fought the burning in his lungs and the ache in his joints again and again until his body grew used to the physical work. Wayne sat proudly in the first row on the day Eddie graduated from the academy, his other friends from Hawkins occupying a small section in the middle. The Stones Throw was packed full that evening, a party to celebrate Eddie’s success took over the bar. It was the first time in years that all the people who Eddie loved were gathered in one place. A feeling much deeper than content settled in his chest as he watched new and old seemlessly merge into one. Henderson, Wheeler, Byers and Sinclair were talking over each other to give Joey the fill on their D&D characters as he would be joining them for their reunion session the next day. Steve leaned on the bar, completely smitten with everything that was Lacey O’Ryan. Wayne and Reggie shared a table, no doubt sharing stories of Eddie’s shit disturbing tendencies. Robin argued with Max about which song would be played on the Jukebox next, Eddie was tempted to hide the cup of quarters placed next to the machine so he didn’t have to hear another Madonna song.

“For one night and one night only, please welcome to this very humble stage… Corroded Coffin!”

In that moment Eddie thought he had finally made it in life. He was starting a good career, his life was full to the brim with people who loved him and he was finally back on stage for the first time since discovering the Upside Down.

The guitar strings rumbled under his fingertips, a bead of sweat rolled down the nape of his neck as his wild curls swung around his shoulders then his dark eyes met yours across the room and he knew there was just one thing missing from his life.

[darlingsfandom]

It Wasn’t A Tantrum!

Anon: hiii! if you’re still taking requests could you please do something with emperor geta x femdom reader with him being absolutely pathetic and having a degradation kink. i love ur fics btw and i hope ur having a lovely new year! 💗

TW: spit kink, p in v, cream pie, cockwarming, degradation kink! Use of “mommy”!

“Oh my love…” you titled your head slowly while stroking the emperors cheek. Geta stood before you with anger in his eyes, fists balled up and nostrils flared up. “What troubles you?” Your voice was delicate and calming to his ears. Geta looked down at your feet before he laid his head on your breasts. He buried his face in them as you gasped with a small laugh. “Oh love, is that all you need?” Your fingers trailed through his hair after you removed his headwear.

“I am a great emperor.” He mumbled into your breasts.

“Of course you are.” You pulled his face away from your boobs before you took his hand and walked with him into the bedroom. Geta sat on the edge of the bed while you sat down next to him, placed your hand on his thigh and squeezed it making him whine. You pulled open his robe exposing his hardened cock making you go wide eyed. “Is that why you’re throwing a fit?” Your finger tips trailed over the vein in his cock making Geta roll his eyes at you. You arched your eyebrow before squeezing it hard enough that his mouth dropped open.

“I’m not throwing a fit!” He whined as you stroked his cock.

“Oh sweetie, you’re almost in tears because something has upset you and it made your little cock all achy.” You had a fake pout on your lips as you pushed him back on the bed. Geta wanted to yell at you but he loved when you belittled him, however only YOU could do that to him because you also had a soft side with him when the two of you were seen in public. He loved you truly.

Suddenly his thoughts were disrupted when he felt your wet hand around his cock. You had spit in your hand and wrapped around the shaft. Geta laid there whining at how you were gentle yet fast with pumping his cock.

“The gods are you watching you Geta, such a dirty boy getting a handjob from a common whore, what does that say about you?” You spit on the head of his leaking cock to which he grabbed the sheets. He knew better than to touch you when you were in charge. “You are right my love, such a good emperor but a better whore for me.” Geta bucked his hips forward but you slapped his thigh making him halt. “So fucking desperate!” You pulled your hand away and stood in front of him. He watched carefully with lustful eyes as the fabric that framed your curvy body fall to the ground in a swift movement. Your foot landed on the end of the bed exposing your hairy cunt to him. Geta sat up quickly and crawled to you before sitting on his knees on the bed.

Your finger ran under his chin making him look up at you. He waited for you to move, to do something and he whined like a little bitch while starting to hump the bed while you held his chin between your fingers.

“Whore!” You spat on his cheek making him smile at you. “Only whore smiles for spit. You’re such a fucking whore Geta. Using the bed to get yourself off because you can’t touch my wet cunt? Pathetic.” You gripped his chin tighter and tilted his head back which made him open his mouth. You spit down his throat to which he swallowed no problem. You shook your head before letting go of him and placing your hands on your hips.

“Please!” He whined.

“Please? You think one little please is going to get you what you want?” You chuckled.

“Please mommy! Please fuck me!” Geta gripped onto your arm while pleading with his eyes.

“Since you’re so desperate for my cunt…” you pushed him back down on the sheets. A smile spread across his face that warmed your heart. You loved the dynamic between the two of you because it was perfect.

“Yes , I need your cunt.” He spoke up while his fingers ran up your thighs as you sank down on his cock. Both of you let out a sigh when you were sitting all the way down on his stiff cock. You placed your hands on either side of his chest as you pulled yourself up before sliding back down his cock. Geta was in heaven. He loved how your pussy gripped his cock in a way that he can’t explain. The way you took control and used him for your own pleasure but to be fair he did the same when he was in charge.

The sounds of your squelching pussy echoed in the room. Your head hung above his before he pouted for a kiss. You placed your lips on his but only to quickly pull away and place your hand on his throat. Geta loved when you choked him. Your fingers squeezed the sides tightly but not too tightly just enough that he rolled his eyes back with a dumb little look on his face. As you let go of his throat your hands dragged down his chest before gripping it for balance to keep your back straight. His eyes opened carefully to see your tits bouncing the way that he liked.

“So pretty!” He mumbled below you.

Geta grabbed your hands to hold them tightly as he bucked his hips up into you. You locked your fingers into his as your jaw dropped when he thrusted up into you. You moaned out his name while enjoying his cock hit the right spot.

“Oh Geta, that’s it baby. Show me what you can do with that tiny cock sweetheart.” Geta dug his nails into your hands as he thrusted harder up into you making you grin before laying chest to chest and pushing back against his cock. Truth was Geta did have a nice cock , always felt good inside of you but getting him worked up like this always itched that part in your brain.

Geta grunted through his teeth as his forehead started sweating from how fast his cock was thrusting into you. He looked into your eyes making you soften your gaze. The two of you held that gaze while he fucked you making you pin his hands above his head to remind him who’s really in control.

“That’s right, give me it Geta, fuck me like the whore you are baby.” You spit on his lips again making him lick his lips as he felt his balls tighten. He was close and you both knew it. “Aww poor baby can’t even fuck me for a long time ? Just so full cum aren’t you?”

Geta whined as you spoke to him.

“Please my love! I need to fill you up. Please let me cum in you.” His thrusts were sloppy and weak as you sat on his cock.

“I don’t know if you deserve to cum in me, I don’t think you’ve begged enough.” You licked your lips while dragging your nails down his chest with your free hand while the other one still kept his hands above his head.

“Oh please by the power of the gods I am begging you mommy! Please mommy please! Let me cum in your delicious cunt!” Geta was actually yelling with a loud whine to follow.

He hissed as you squeezed his cock with your pussy.

“Cum for me. Do it now or else I won’t let …” and before you could finish, Geta was crying out with a hard grip on your wrist as his thighs shook.

“Oh I love you , I love you!” Geta cried out as he came deep inside of you. You smiled at him with loving eyes as you rode his cock. Geta looked down the best he could to see the wet creamy ring around his cock that you left. Your hands held onto his arms as you came against cock. He sighed happily feeling how you clenched around him while your juices dripped down his cock.

You let go of his hands before your body went limp on top of his. He stayed inside of you as the two of you laid together listening to the sound of your heavy breathing fill the room.

“Are you over your little tantrum sweetheart?” Your finger tips trailed over his chest.

“It wasn’t a tantrum.” He insisted but as much as he wanted to sass you, he knew who was the one really in charge.

[louloulemons-posts]

Heyy

Could you write Eddie x introvert reader😭

Like a little story and then some smut maybe😭

Not So Shy

Eddie Munson X Shy!Girlfriend

Word Count : 2.4k

Warnings : not proofread, SMUT, p in v, unprotected sex, kinky? daddy kink, readers called good girl and bunny, choking, eddies a soft dom, sub reader, it’s kinda fluffy lmao?

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“Hey baby!” Eddie was leaning against his van as you walked over, almost shouting the endearment. “Hey,” you smiled, making your way to him.

His hands instantly sound your waist, leaning down to peck your lips. “How was English?” With a flushed face you replied, “It was good yeah, how was Chem?”

Eddie pulled a face. “Ed’s you said you’d go!” You scolded.

“I know I know, but I had a deal to do. I’m sorry. I promise I’ll go Monday okay?”

“You better.” He squeezed your hips, smirking as he leaned down, “Like when you get all assertive with me baby.” Your face burned, pushing away from the grinning boy.

However he just pulled you back, so you stood chest to chest. “Eddie,” You whined, “People are looking.”

“Let em look baby.” With a groan you dropped your face into his chest making him chuckle.

“I’m sorry I’m sorry. Let’s go okay?” He suggested. “Okay.” The boy opened the door for you, letting you climb into the van. “Love those jeans baby,” he said as you sat.

“Stop looking a my ass!”

“As your boyfriend it’s kinda my job too.”

“Shush!”

The boy cackled as he closed the door and walked to his own side. “So you coming back to mine?” he asked.

“Sure.”

“Great!” He slid a hand onto your thing, giving it a squeeze and you were on your way.

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You don’t really know how you and Eddie got close, you just kinda did. Sat in History class together, you just kinda went hand in hand.

You were quiet, Eddie was loud. You were getting straight As, Eddie was barely scraping a D-. Eddie was full of love and light … you … not so much.

“Here we are gorgeous,” Eddie smiled, pulling up to the trailer. The trailer, somewhere you became so fond of so quickly, even more so when Wayne was around.

Speaking of where was he? “Where’s Wayne?” You asked.

“Picked up another shift. So you’ll have to deal with my ugly mug.”

“Shush, you’re not ugly.”

“No?”

“No .. prettiest boy I’ve ever seen,” you mumbled. “What was that?” You knew full well he heard you, but was teasing just cause. “Prettiest boy I’ve ever seen,” You said slightly louder this time.

“And you’re the most beautiful girl in the world baby.” Your face flushed. “Come on, let’s get you in, before you die of embarrassment.”

With a huff you hopped out of the van, but couldn’t hide your smile as Eddie held his hand out to you. As he always did, linking your fingers together, eventhough you were only going a short distance.

Once you were inside you slid off your shoes, hanging your jacket and bag on a hook, Eddie doing the same in a smooth rhythm.

“Want a drink? Wayne made lemonade.”

“Yes please.”

“Okay you go and get comfy baby,” he kissed your head walking to the kitchen.

With a sigh you dropped down onto to the sofa, letting your eyes fall closed. Listening to Eddies movements, the glasses gave out of the cupboard, sliding across the side.

The fridge door opened with a slight creak, and the sound of lemonade pouring filled your ears. Once the door of the fridge closed, heavy footsteps padded towards you.

“Long day Baby?” Eddie asked, the glasses were placed with a clink onto to coffee table. Your feet were lifted and then placed on the boys jean clad legs.

“Mhm, just had a lot of homework is all. Got to bed late.”

“You should take a nap.”

“No, wanna spend time with you.” You pushed yourself up on your elbows, opening your eyes to look at the boy.

“Well we can relax together, wanna watch a movie? Red left one here, said you’d probably like it.”

“Oh yeah? What’s it called?”

“The Breakfast Club.”

“Oh Robs told me about that, apparently it’s real good,” you told him.

“Well we better trust them then.” He gently lift your feet so he could get up, placing the tape into the player.

Twisting your body so you could sit together, Eddie smiled, placing his self besides you and held you close. Arms falling around you. “Hello,” he smiled as looked down at you.

“Hi,” you said looking up at him.

“So fucking cute,” he laughed, kissing your head. Your face flushed. “One of these days you’ll stop blushing when I compliment you.”

“Think it’ll take a while.”

“Well we’ve been dating for almost 4 months now, and you still go as red as a beet baby.”

“I can’t help it,” you held your rosy cheeks in your hands.

Eddie squeezed you, “Didn’t mean it’s bad thing, it’s cute. I just wish you’d believe my words more. Just think you’re the best thing.”

“Since sliced bread?” you joked.

“Oh since the start of the universe.” His words were true and full of adoration for you.

“You’re a sweet talker Eddie Munson.”

“Only for you baby.”

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Lay in Eddies arms as the movie played you felt his hands fiddling with your jumper, sliding under it slightly. Coming to rest on your bare tummy.

The feeling made you burn, his hands on your bare skin, your legs rubbed together at the slight twitch between them.

“Just watch the movie,” Eddie whispered in a soft voice, his hands sliding up. Coming to a halt when his fingers met the bottom of your bra. “Is this okay?” He asked.

You hummed, nodding your head. “Words baby.” He almost pulled his hands away when you couldn’t get them out, choking out a broken, “Yes, Y-yeah.”

His hands resumed their mission. Pulling down the cups, you sighed as your nipples brushed against the knitted wool of your jumper.

Eddies rough hands cupped them, squeezing ever so slightly to make you hiss. His lips brushed against your neck, leaving soft kisses, from the base up to your ear.

His thumb and index finger began to pinch at your nipples, teasing them as he suckled onto that sweet spot below your ear. With a sigh your head fell back against his shoulder, legs squeezing together.

“Eds,” you whined.

“What baby?” he said in a mocking tone.

“Feels so good.”

“Yeah?” He asked, pulling at your nipples giving them a rough squeeze. “Mhm feels real good.”

“Shall we take this off?” he said, motioning to your jumper and bra. “Yeah.” He shifted in front of you then, lifting your arms up, pulling the jumper and throwing it somewhere.

You didn’t know where. You honestly couldn’t care less. Your bra followed moments later. Eddies mouth soon latched onto your tits, kissing them and then taking a nipple into his mouth.

Suckling on it and biting down. “Fuck ah,” you said, hands pulling on his curls. “Fucking love these pretty tits.”

Eddie sat back on his knees taking you in, making you feel shy at your half bare form. Your hands came up to cover yourself, but Eddie pulled them away, linking your fingers.

Pushing you to lie down on the couch Eddie lay between your legs, meeting you in a soft kiss. “Never need to hide from me. You’re so fucking beautiful,” he spoke softly.

The next time he met your mouth, it was full of tongue and lust. Making you whine as he squeezed your boobs again. “Eddie please.”

“Please what baby?”

“Do more.”

“Yeah? Want me to suck on that pretty pussy?” You hummed nodding wildly, hips pushing up to reach his hardening crotch.

“I got you baby, Eddies got you.”

His hands went down to your jeans, undoing the buttons and sliding them down. Kissing your legs as he did so. Socks went with them. You lay there in your panties.

“These are cute baby,” he pulled at the baby blue material, letting them snap back against your hip. “Eds not fair!” You pouted, tugging at his shirt.

“Oh I guess not.” The boy lifted his shirt up and over his head, next his jeans went along with the socks on his own feet.

“This better?” he asked. You took the sight of him in. Lust filled eyes, wild hair, tattoos decorating his skin, and underwear getting tighter by the second. “Yeah.”

He kissed his way down your body, making sure to bite on each nipple as he went. Soon he was at your clothed core. Kissing your thighs, leaving love bites there, you squealed at the feeling.

Trying to close your legs, he held them open, finally dropping kissing onto the blue lace. You let out a soft sigh, hands going back to his hair. “Please don’t tease.”

He laughed, then slide the pants down your legs, making a show of licking where your core would rest. “God fucking delicious.”

“Baby please.”

With a grin he dropped his mouth to you, letting his tongue lick up you. The feeling was incredible, his tongue was like nothing else. Soon he latched onto your clit.

Sucking away, making you let out soft moans. His tongue worked against it too, flicking every once in a while, he knew it drove you mad.

“Fuck baby, you’re so wet for me. Think I can already slide my fingers in.”

“Yes!” You almost screamed. “Yes please.”

“Well how can I say no to you?”

The feeling of two of his thick fingers stretching you was incredible. Your mouth dropped open as he curled them inside you, letting them pump in and out.

“You’re gonna cum on my fingers and in my mouth and then I’ll give you what you really want okay?” With the way he moved his fingers you couldn’t answer, too lost in pleasure.

So he stopped. “I said okay?”

“Okay, yes.”

“Good girl.” You felt your pussy clench around his fingers at that. “Oh?” he smirked.

“You wanna be my good girl?” he asked, once again your pussy throbbed.

Leaning down to your ear he whispered, “Are you gonna be daddy’s good girl and cum around his fingers?” You could have came right then and there.

“Yes.”

“Yes who?”

“Yes daddy.”

He smirked again, pecking your mouth, you could taste yourself on his lips. He was back down on your clit, fingers curling inside you, until they hit you where they needed to.

Letting out a loud moan, you could feel Eddies grin. “Come on baby, cum for me. Cum for daddy.”

“Fuck!” You almost shouted. Hands gripping his hair as he kept playing with your clit and curling those thick digits, so deep you could feel his rings against your hole.

“Fuck daddy- I- I …”

“I know baby I can feel you, cum for daddy. Cum for me.” You did just that. With a loud moan, you hips bucked, shaking as you came.

“That’s it, that’s a good girl,” Eddie said, as he moved his mouth away, fingers still moving as he watched your orgasm. “Fuck baby you’re so sexy.

Your chest rose and fell heavily, body full of bliss, as you sighed. Grabbing for his face, you pulled him to kissed you.

Tasting yourself on his tongue made you both moan. “I’ll give you what you want baby.” The boy tugged his boxers down, going to position himself to go inside.

“No,” you stopped him, he pulled back wide eyed. “Do you … do you wanna stop? Shit sorry baby, we can stop right now.”

“No! I don’t wanna stop, I just wanna try something different.”

“Okay?” Softly pushing Eddie up, you pulled his guitar pick necklace off of him, pulling it over your own head. Making the boy sit up, you climbed onto his lap.

“Oh?” he smirked. “And what are you doing now baby?”

“Wanna … wanna bounce on your cock,” you said shyly, but forced yourself to meet his eyes.

“You go ahead bunny, bounce on daddy’s cock,” he said, smacking your ass lightly.

Slowly you positioned his cock at your entrance, letting yourself slide down.

You hissed at the feeling of the stretch it was so good. Eddie was packing six, almost seven inches and he was thick. Nice and thick, making your walls tight around him.

“God that pussys good. Come on baby, bounce.”

So you did. Holding onto his shoulders you let your hips rise and fall onto his. Letting out heavy breaths of pleasure. “Fuck bunny,” Eddies head fell back.

“God daddy your dicks so good.”

“Yeah? Best dick you’ll ever get.”

“Only dick I want.” He looked at you then, took one of his big hands and squeezed it around your neck.

You paused in your bounce, letting out a choked moan. “Only dick you’re ever gonna have, cause your mine. Do you understand?” You nodded, unable to speak under his tight grip.

He simply said, “Bounce.” So you did. Slamming your hips, you moved erratically like you’d die without it - which you probably would.

He watched as his necklace bounced between your tits, it was a mouth watering sight.

Eddies ring covered hand squeezed every now and again, his other spanking you harder and harder as he got closer.

Your legs burned and you began to slow. “Is my bunny tired, you need daddy to do the work now?” He teased. With a nod of your head, Eddie let go of your throat.

Hands coming to rest on your waist, his feet lifted from the floor and onto the edge of the couch. Making him even deeper, you could feel him in your throat.

“I got you baby.” He thrusted deep into you making you scream in pleasure, slamming again and again. Over and over. “Fuck yes, such a good pussy, milk my fucking cock. Milk daddy’s dick.”

“Yes yes yes!” You screamed as you came for the second time. Squeezing him, Eddie let out his own grunt, pounding you. His cock getting deeper and deeper. “Fuck yes yes yes!” he chanted as you felt his cum squirt into you.

“Uh fuck yes!” you moaned, nails digging into his shoulder and your body shook, head falling to his neck. “Yes take it baby!” With a final thrust his hips fell down.

Heaving breathing was all that was heard.

“God damn, so how to make you not shy is to fuck you dumb?” Eddie laughed. Face sweaty. “Clearly so.” He swatted your ass again.

“Come on baby we better get cleaned up.”

“Can I stay the night?”

“Of course. We’ll call your parents after we shower okay?”

With a nod, Eddie took his cue, pulling out of you and stood up, your legs wrapping around his waist, arms around his neck.

One hand under your bare ass and one around your back Eddie spoke, “You know they say good things come in threes, reckon I could get another one out of you?”

You smirked, pecking his mouth. “Only one way to find out … daddy.”

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Sooooo … got a bit carried away 👀

Hope you enjoyed 😚

[marcellaasblog]

can you do joseph quinn nsfw headcanons 🥺 like your other joseph hcs, but a bit spicier and maybe with some video links ;)

This is 😏...

*18+ Minor's DNI NSFW!*

Joseph Quinn head cannons !

(spicy edition)

Loves forplay.

When I tell you this man Is definitely loud and vocal in the bed you best believe that.

I feel like he loves when a women is dominant twords him,he just loves to see them take what they want.

Aftercare 100%

Doing it in the shower is a must 🫣

Morning sexy time is the best time,it gets him ready for his day as he blows his load into you.

His sweet spots is definitely his neck makes him all whiney and helpless.

He definitely will call u his "little slut" or his "cum dump" .

He would put your needs before his.

Loves Guideing you threw telling you how much of a "good girl' you are and just praising you on how good your making him feel and how tight and warm you are.

I feel like he some what has a degrading Kink.

He loves to tease you, he likes watching you squirm as his big hands wonder's all over your legs,back,bum. He loves to whisper filthy things in your ear as he gently puts his lips on your neck sending Goosebumps down your body.

He would start off with flirty comments telling you how beautiful you look in that dress and how amazing your hair and makeup is to he can't wait to rip the dress right off of you and how he wants to see your mascara running down your face .

Sexting is a daily thing.

When he needs you he will definitely get whiney.

Toys, yes he would definitely use toy's.

He looks some what innocent but He probably like to get tied up and blind folded.

When it comes to making love he likes to be on top as he locks your arms on the side of your head holding your hands in place as he kisses and suck at every part of your skins making sure to leave marks ,he loves how desperate you could be for him as he slowly pumps into you like he got's all the time in the world to make his women feel good, he would praise and tell you how much he loves you as he looks deeply into your eyes never looking away as he watching you cum around him.

I couldn't find any video links but I do have audios links.😏

Audio 1 💜 // Audio 2💜

[lilmisshellfireswritingblog]

Lavender Haze Chapter 1: Anarchy in the UK

A/N: Hello and welcome to the first chapter! I hope you enjoyed the prologue (I mean if you're here, you likely did). Anyway, this isn't beta read or proofread. This is just for fun and my procrastination from doing my grad school work. As always, this blog is 18+ only. Word Count: 7.9ishk....It was 16 pages on docs... Warnings: 18+ only, enemies to lovers trope, close proximity, friends scheming, eventual smut, Much Ado About Nothing, use of Y/N, reader insert, she/her pronouns for reader Chapter 1: Anarchy in the UK Synopsis: Reader leaves for London for her cousin's wedding, Dustin and Suzie scheme, and someone from the reader's past returns.

SIX MONTHS LATER 

The hum of fluorescent lights overhead and the soft rustling of travel brochures fill the air as you step into the airport terminal. You clutch the wedding invitation in hand, the edges slightly worn from handling, the elegant gold lettering on the cream-colored paper showed a sharp contrast to the utilitarian surroundings. 

The air smells faintly of stale coffee and the distant whirr of vending machines and buzzing of neon lights. The walls are lined with large, laminated posters advertising far-off destinations in cheerful fonts, but your mind is fixed on London, England — specifically the wedding of Dustin and Suzie, which has become a beacon of joy and anticipation. As you approach the check-in counter, the sounds of muffled announcements echo through the cavernous space, and you realize that in just a few hours, you'll be across the ocean, heading toward a new chapter in the lives of two people you hold dear. 

You check in with ease, muttering a quick thank you to the attendant before starting your journey down the LAX’s vast labyrinths of terminals and gates. With your boarding pass in hand, you wander toward the gate, a slight bounce to your step as you escape the rush of the check-in counter. The gate is quiet now with only a handful of early birds settled in for the long wait. You find an empty seat near the window, the soft hum of overhead ventilation mixing with the faint chatter of fellow travelers.

Settling in, you pull a well-worn magazine from your bag—a glossy travel issue from a few months ago, its pages crinkling at the edges as you flip through articles on London’s hidden gems and tips for surviving long-haul flights. You adjust your walkman, pop in your favorite mixtape, and press play. The soft click of the cassette starting up is followed by the familiar crackle of the first song, an instant wave of nostalgia sweeping over you as the first notes of the track fill your ears. You lean back in your chair, one leg crossed over the other, eyes half-closed as you drift in the music and the pages of your magazine, the world outside the terminal window fading into a blur of airport tarmac and distant planes. 

Time seems to stretch, and for a moment, the noise of the world falls away — just you, the rhythm of your music, and the thought of London waiting at the end of this journey. The quiet tap of your foot to the beat and the occasional rustling of your magazine are the only sounds, until the overhead announcement breaks the calm, signaling that boarding is about to begin. 

You hand your boarding pass to the agent, who scans it with mechanical efficiency, then gestures for you to move toward the jetway. Your eyes scan the cabin as you enter the plane, relieved to see that the seat next to yours—an aisle seat by the window—remains empty, all through boarding too. You settle in with a deep sigh of relief, knowing you'll have a few hours of peace before the inevitable chaos of London and the wedding week. You stow your bag in the overhead compartment and adjust the seat belt around your waist, a soft hum of contentment rising as you nestle into your seat, slipping your headphones back on and starting another song on your cassette player.

The steady pulse of the plane fills your ears as passengers shuffle past, finding their own seats. The overhead announcements are drowned out by the rush of activity, but you can still catch the tail end of the call: "Final boarding for Flight 348 to London. Please make your way to the gate immediately." It’s a soothing, routine moment—until you hear the unmistakable sound of hurried footsteps approaching, and a voice calling out in a half-panic, “Wait! Wait for me!”

Your heart sinks as you turn your head. There, running awkwardly down the aisle with his oversized bag flopping to one side and a wild look in his eyes, is Eddie. Of course. Eddie. The last person you’d ever want to sit next to. You barely manage to mask the irritation creeping across your face as he barrels past rows of seats, scanning the numbers, his hand outstretched toward your aisle seat. He’s panting, cheeks flushed, and there’s that obnoxious grin of his as he makes eye contact with you—like the fact that he’s invading your space is some sort of joke.

"Well, fancy meeting you here," Eddie says, his voice dripping with that smug, self-assured tone you can never quite shake off. "Looks like this seat's mine, huh?" He practically drops into the seat next to you without waiting for an invitation, his bag thudding heavily against the armrest, leaving you no choice but to shift uncomfortably to make room.

“Hi Eddie,” you mumble, waving a hand haphazardly. “I guess it’s yours.” 

“What? Your fiance didn't come?” He mocks, sliding his carry on underneath the seat in front of him. “Or did you leave for London unannounced?” 

You should have known he would be coming to the wedding. Suzie did mention that Dustin had made him his Best Man during her bridal shower when she had asked you to be her Maid of Honor. Maybe you should have prepared yourself better, but nothing could have prepared yourself for a transatlantic flight sitting directly next to him. 

And spending an entire week together in London. 

“He didn’t come because I called things off.” You say simply, pulling a book from your bag before shoving it back under the seat. “We weren’t right for each other.”

Not long before the trip, you had ended your engagement with Billy and dropped out of law school, forgoing your internship. Your life was seemingly a mess. No school. No job. No engagement. You had none of it and while you felt free, you felt lost. 

You didn’t know what you wanted to do in your life. Maybe London could help you figure that out. 

“Oh. I - well, good for you?” Eddie didn’t know if calling off your engagement was a good or bad thing for you so, he left it as a question. He couldn’t find anything witty to say about that. 

The flight attendants close the cabin doors, and you can hear the final, automated announcement: "We are now preparing for takeoff. Please ensure your seatbelt is fastened and all carry-on items are properly stowed." But the noise in your head is louder—the dread of having Eddie beside you for the entire flight, the rest of your peaceful journey shattered in an instant. You force a smile, but it feels as fake as his disingenuous charm. With a deep breath, you settle in, knowing it’s going to be a long, long flight.

HOUR 3

The plane hums steadily through the night sky, the soft vibration beneath your feet a constant reminder that you’re crossing the ocean. You’ve managed to ignore Eddie for a while, your headphones on, book open, your mind elsewhere, but the dull thud of his knee against yours—a little too close for comfort—pulls you out of your bubble. He’s not talking yet, but you can feel his eyes on you, the way people sometimes stare, hoping for a reaction and when he finally speaks, you almost wish he hadn’t.

"So, Billy, huh? You really called it off," he says, his voice low enough to sound casual but with that sharp edge that cuts through the hum of the plane. It’s not a question; it’s an observation laced with something you can't quite place—like a mix of curiosity and judgment, a little too pointed for a conversation that wasn’t invited. “You really ended it for real this time? It’s not just a break?”

You glance at him, resisting the urge to snap at him. Eddie leans back in his seat, tapping a finger on the armrest, as if he’s just casually passing the time. His tone, though, betrays his attempt to feign indifference, and you immediately tense. His eyes glanced over to the ring finger of your left hand, noticing the lack of the engagement ring you wore only six months prior when he last saw you. 

It feels like a weight suddenly pressing on your chest, but you fight the lump in your throat.

"Yeah," you reply, keeping it short, hoping that’ll be the end of it.

Eddie, though, doesn’t take the hint. "Must be tough, huh? After everything…." His words are laced with a touch of something you can’t tell if it’s pity or schadenfreude, but it’s uncomfortable all the same. You brace yourself, feeling that flush of anger creeping up your neck, but there's something in his voice, a softness that wasn’t there before, that makes you hesitate.

You shift in your seat, trying to find a polite way to end this. "It wasn’t… like that, exactly," you mutter, focusing on the view outside your window, the blanket of stars now spread across the sky.

But Eddie’s not done. “I get it,” he says, his voice lower now, almost thoughtful, but with that unsettling edge of rudeness still there, like he doesn’t know how to stop prodding. "I mean, relationships, right? They can go from everything to nothing in a heartbeat. Or they can just fizzle out. And you’re left thinking, Why didn’t I see it sooner?”

You know he was alluding to your prompt exit after spending the night at his apartment and how he just viewed you as nothing. You knew it deep down that this wasn’t about Billy or your engagement at all. This was about you and Eddie. 

His words hang in the air for a long moment, and you're unsure if he's trying to sympathize or just trying to make you squirm. Eddie leans forward slightly, his eyes searching yours, a kind of half-apology playing out in his gaze. It’s a strange, fleeting moment, but you almost catch the flicker of something close to empathy there—before he ruins it.

"You must be glad to be getting away from all that. A wedding in London... kind of a perfect escape, huh?" He shifts in his seat, clearly uncomfortable with the emotional territory he's ventured into, but he doesn’t pull back.

You nod stiffly, your hands folding in your lap. "Yeah, I suppose," you answer quietly, the words tasting bittersweet. "It’s not what I expected but it’s a fresh start, kind of a bookmark to where I am in life and where I’m not."

Eddie sits back, finally, and for a moment there’s a silence that’s just loud enough to be awkward. He gives a small, half-hearted shrug as if he knows he’s overstepped, then mutters, "Well, everyone needs a fresh start. Especially after that kind of mess." 

And just like that, the empathy vanishes, replaced by the familiar sneer that you’ve come to loathe.

You turn your attention back to the window, trying to shake the unease in your stomach. The rest of the flight stretches on, the tension between you and Eddie hanging heavy in the cramped cabin. It’s a strange, uncomfortable dynamic—part judgment, part unwanted camaraderie, and it makes the miles to London feel like they’re stretching on forever.

HOUR 5

It starts small—just a little comment during meal service, a careless remark, but it’s enough to set things off. Eddie, leaning back in his seat with his hands behind his head like he's settling into his personal throne, taps the armrest between you with his fingers. You barely notice at first, too lost in your own thoughts, but then he mutters, "I still don’t get why anyone would choose tea over coffee, you know?"

You glance at him, frowning slightly. "What?" you ask, thinking you might’ve heard him wrong.

"Tea," Eddie repeats, his voice dripping with that condescending tone again, "I mean, seriously, what’s the appeal? It’s just hot, bland water with a leaf in it. Why would anyone choose that over coffee?”

You stare at him, dumbfounded. This is where he wants to take the conversation? Of all the things in the world, he’s bringing up tea versus coffee?

But then you remember where you first met Eddie and your interaction with him. You had ordered tea that day and he had bought it for you, pretending to be your husband. His comments now made complete sense. 

"It’s not about waking up," you reply, a little incredulous. "It’s about comfort. Tea’s soothing. It’s calm. You don't need a jolt of caffeine to feel good." You feel your voice rise a little, the absurdity of the argument making you defensive. “Besides, not everyone needs to feel like their brain is on fire every time they drink something.”

Eddie scoffs. "Well, it’s not like tea is doing anything for you except making you fall asleep faster." He gestures like he's trying to make a grand point, though it only makes you roll your eyes. "And honestly, you can’t even get it right half the time. Too hot, too cold, weak, strong, whatever. At least coffee works."

You feel the annoyance bubble up in your chest. "You don’t even know how to make a proper cup of tea," you snap, irritated that he’s dismissing something you actually enjoy. "You just throw a bag in hot water and call it good. You have no appreciation for it. You probably think chai is just fancy spiced milk."

Eddie's face goes mock-serious. "Are you really going to lecture me about tea right now? Like, are we actually having this conversation?" He leans forward again, locking eyes with you, a mischievous smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Honestly, you’re the one getting worked up over a beverage. You need a hobby, or something."

“You’re literally the one who made the first comment, Eddie. This is incredibly stupid. To think this is all a grudge because you bought me a cup of tea all those months ago. You’re really going to hold a grudge on tea?”

You can feel your face heating up, but it’s not just from embarrassment. It’s from the ridiculousness of the situation—the way Eddie is so casually dismissive about something that feels so trivial, yet somehow so personal to you. You cross your arms, biting back a laugh at how ridiculous this is. But it only seems to egg him on.

"Look," Eddie continues, almost too smug for his own good, "I get it. Tea’s a ‘thing.’ But coffee is the thing. It’s a culture, it’s an experience. You know, things with substance, not just hot leaf juice."

You shake your head, now feeling a bit silly for being drawn into it. "You’re unbelievable," you mutter, throwing a glance out the window just to escape the conversation for a second.

Eddie leans back with a smirk, clearly enjoying the way he’s ruffled your feathers. "Well, hey, I can’t help it if I have taste."

Your jaw clenches as you open your mouth to respond, but the flight attendants begin making their rounds again, offering drinks. And for a moment, you realize that the argument, though petty, has somehow managed to distract you from everything else—Billy, the awkwardness, the gnawing frustration of being stuck next to Eddie for hours on end and him seemingly just finding entertainment from annoying you.

The stewardess pauses by your seat, offering you a drink, and you glance at Eddie, who’s still smirking at you, clearly proud of himself. You take a deep breath, reminding yourself it’s just a stupid argument. A dumb, pointless, small thing—but somehow, in this cramped, turbulent space, it feels like the most important thing in the world.

"Tea," you say, to no one in particular, as you place your drink order. "I’ll take the tea. No sugar. No milk."

Eddie rolls his eyes dramatically. "Of course you will."

The stewardess, a cheerful woman with a kind smile and a no-nonsense air about her, smiles softly as she hands you the tea she effortlessly prepared. Her eyes flickered between you and Eddie, who’s still wearing that smug, amused expression after your little "tea vs. coffee" debacle. She glances back at the both of you with a soft chuckle, her tone light and warm.

"So, I see we’ve got a newlywed couple here," she says, her voice almost like a comforting murmur. "First lover's spat already? Happens to the best of us, you know. Cramped quarters will do that to even the best of us." She grins at you both as if it’s all part of some adorable little story.

The words hit you like a slap in the face. Your stomach tightens, and your cheeks flare with heat. Newlywed couple? You force a smile—teeth gritted. Eddie, of course, doesn’t miss a beat. He leans forward, suddenly playing the part with ease, his voice dripping with theatrical charm.

"Oh, yeah," he says, all too casually, giving you a playful side-eye. "First big argument on our honeymoon." He winks at the stewardess, clearly enjoying the spectacle. "But you know, we’ll get over it. It’s all part of the ride, right?"

The stewardess giggles, her smile widening. “Ah, young love. So sweet,” she says, as if this is all some innocent joke. “Well, I hope it doesn’t ruin your trip, sweetheart,” she adds, turning her attention back to you for a second longer than you'd like, eyes twinkling with mischief. “I’ll just put you down for a romantic glass of wine to ease things over."

You sit there, completely frozen, the rage bubbling up like a pot about to boil over. Romantic? Eddie’s playing along like this is all some stupid farce, and the thought of him leaning into it, making light of your personal space and your frustration, twists something deep inside of you. This is the moment where everything—every last shred of patience—snaps.

“Excuse me,” you interject sharply, suddenly too aware of the weight of Eddie’s smirk next to you. “We are not a couple.” The words come out clipped and too loud, and the stewardess’s face shifts, a moment of confusion crossing her features. You push forward, as if you can physically distance yourself from the very idea of Eddie. “And I’m definitely not on a honeymoon with him.”

Eddie, for the first time, falters. He’s clearly caught off guard, his grin dropping for a fraction of a second, but then that trademark smugness returns. His eyes glint with mischief. “Whoa, hey,” he says, leaning back in his seat with his hands raised as if in mock surrender. “She’s just kidding. You know, a little fun on the flight. Can’t blame a couple for trying to help spice things up.”

The stewardess is now visibly awkward, trying to regain her composure, but it’s too late. The damage is done. The entire cabin seems to hold its breath for a moment, as if waiting for something to break. You can feel your face burning with embarrassment and fury. You can’t believe Eddie is playing this part, and the more he tries to make it sound like harmless fun, the more you want to snap at him.

“Listen,” you say through gritted teeth, your hands clenched tightly in your lap. “I’m just going to stick with my tea,” you bite out, your voice colder now, eyes narrowing. 

The stewardess, now a little flustered and clearly not sure how to navigate the awkwardness, nods quickly, offering a sheepish smile before she retreats down the aisle, likely trying to avoid the awkward energy you've just created.

But Eddie, damn him, isn’t done. "You know," he says casually, shifting to lean in a bit closer to you, as if he’s completely oblivious to how much he's irritating you, "If it makes you feel better, we can still make up in London. I’m sure the city’s full of romantic spots." He laughs softly, that teasing edge back in his voice. "I mean, we’re going to a wedding, after all."

You clench your fists, trying not to say something you'd regret, the heat of embarrassment still lingering in your chest. You don’t even want to entertain him anymore, but Eddie, as always, doesn’t give you the option.

"Alright," he says, grinning wide now. "I’ll let you have your space but you know, that’s not the worst idea—London? We should totally go out, the two of us. Just the two of us.” His grin widens, and the worst part is, you know he’s doing it to get under your skin, playing into this whole ridiculous scenario he’s crafted in his mind.

You can’t even respond for a minute, completely caught off guard. The thought of him pretending to be part of your life like that, of him forcing his way into your head like this, makes your blood boil. You stare ahead, shoulders stiff with frustration, and the seconds drag on in a tense silence until the stewardess returns with your tea. She hands it to you with a nervous smile, and you take it, grateful for the distraction, but nothing seems to shake the odd, lingering bitterness that Eddie’s managed to infect everything with.

“I wouldn’t even go out with you if you were the last man on this planet, Eddie.” You spat, sipping your tea, hoping he gets the hint that you just want to be left alone. “We just have to get along for Dustin and Suzie. Besides, I thought I was nothing to you.”

This was supposed to be a peaceful flight to London. Now it feels like a slow, insufferable game of one-upmanship, with Eddie gleefully playing the villain and you stuck in the middle, trying not to explode.

As the plane continues its journey, you can’t help but wonder just how long you’ll have to endure this forced “comedy” of his, before it finally stops.

-------

The plane’s descent is gradual, the city lights of London beginning to twinkle below like a field of stars. You’re thankful the flight is over, but the prospect of what awaits off the plane brings an entirely new set of anxieties. As the plane touches down and the cabin lights flicker on, you hear the familiar chorus of seatbelt signs being clicked off and passengers stretching, gathering their things. You manage to stand, gathering your bag from the overhead compartment exchanging a few uncomfortable glances with Eddie, who’s now leaning back in his seat with that infuriating, too-casual grin on his face.

“You know,” Eddie says as the line at the gate starts moving, his voice almost cheerful again, “I’m actually starting to think we’re like a couple now. I mean, we’ve had the ‘first fight,’ and now we’re going to be the Best Man and Maid of Honor at Dustin’s wedding. It’s practically destiny.” He winks at you like it’s some kind of joke.

You don’t dignify his words with a response. The only thing you want is to get through customs, grab your luggage, and get away from Eddie, but the chaos of a busy airport only makes that more difficult.

Finally, you clear customs and head toward the exit. The hum of excitement from all the passengers fills the air, everyone gathering near the baggage claim area, talking about their travels, snapping photos, and exchanging excited greetings. You scan the crowd, finally spotting Dustin and Suzie standing near the front, waving at you.

You smile at the sight of them—Dustin’s easy grin and Suzie’s wide, radiant smile are enough to wash away most of your irritation. Despite the awkwardness of the flight, you feel a flutter of relief at finally being here and you hurry toward them.

“Hey!” Dustin greets you warmly, pulling you into a hug. Suzie follows suit, wrapping her arms around you in a tight embrace. The sight of them together is like a balm to your nerves—everything about this feels so right. They’re glowing with excitement for their wedding and the days ahead, and for a moment, it’s easy to forget about everything else.

“There’s my favorite cousin!” Suzie says, holding you at arm’s length and taking a good look at you. “You look great! How was the flight? No disasters, I hope?”

You smile, shaking your head. “It was… fine. Uneventful,” you lie, not about to get into the details of your flight companion just yet.

Dustin, as usual, is grinning from ear to ear, clearly in his element. “Well, you’re here now, that’s what matters! We’re so glad you could make it. Everything’s been a little chaotic with all the guests arriving, but it’s going to be amazing. We’ve got a lot of fun things planned this week!”

You nod, your excitement building again now that you’re here. But then, as you start to follow them toward the exit, Dustin’s expression shifts, and you can see the hesitation in his eyes as he glances at the two of you—Eddie still hanging nearby, looking like he’s trying to seem as unbothered as possible.

“Uh, so,” Dustin begins, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “We’ve got a little… situation with the hotel rooms.” He clears his throat. “It turns out we didn’t quite account for everyone when we booked. There are some constraints with the space, so… some of the rooms had to be reallocated.”

You frown, already sensing where this is going.

“What do you mean by that, Dustin?” You adjust the bag on your shoulder, casting a few gazes 

Dustin’s gaze flickers nervously between you and Eddie before he continues, “And with a few last-minute changes, it looks like... well, you and Eddie are going to need to share a room.”

For a moment, your brain doesn’t quite process the words. “Wait, what?” you ask, blinking in disbelief. “You mean, together?”

Dustin nods, looking sheepish. “Yeah, I know it’s not ideal, but we really couldn’t get another room. Everything’s booked solid for the wedding. You and Eddie will just have to make do. It’s only for a couple of nights, and it’s... well, it’s just temporary. You’ll be fine, right?”

The words hit you like a cold slap to the face. You and Eddie? In the same hotel room? You feel your chest tighten, your stomach doing flips, and you turn to look at Eddie. He’s wearing that too pleased expression again, like this is some kind of twisted little joke he’s getting off on.

"Oh, this is going to be great," Eddie says, his voice so overly chipper you can almost hear the sarcasm dripping from it as he approaches the group. "I mean, what could possibly go wrong? It’s just two adults who just so happen to hate each other, alone in a room. What’s the worst that could happen?" He chuckles, clearly trying to make light of the situation.

You feel your pulse race with a combination of rage and disbelief. You want to scream, to tell Dustin no way in hell would you share a room with Eddie—of all people—but you know it’s not his fault. They did what they could with the limited space, and it's just one night, right? You try to remind yourself that this is all for Dustin and Suzie, and they’re already dealing with enough stress. You can handle this, even if it feels like an impossible request.

But then, of course, Eddie’s next comment isn’t helping. "I’m just saying, it’s kind of poetic, right? I mean, a wedding, and here we are, forced to share a room. Maybe we should start a tradition, huh?"

Your teeth grind together, and you force yourself to take a deep breath, the tension in your chest threatening to break loose. "This is not funny," you mutter through clenched teeth.

Dustin, clearly sensing the awkwardness, quickly tries to smooth things over. "Hey, hey, no need to stress! I know it’s not ideal, but it’s just for a week and it’s for Suzie and I. Think of it like a... bonding experience? Besides, London’s a beautiful city. You’ll both be so busy with the wedding stuff, you won’t even have time to think about it. You’d only be there to sleep"

You stare at Dustin, then at Eddie, who’s still grinning like this is all some ridiculous prank he’s pulling on you. You want to say something sharp, to make him understand how uncomfortable this is—but you just nod, knowing there’s no other option.

"Yeah, sure. A bonding experience," you mutter, already dreading the next week of this forced closeness. You try to remind yourself that it’s just for a week, that the wedding is the focus, but you can’t help the sharp knot of tension that’s already building in your stomach.

As you pile into the car, heading toward the hotel, you feel every second stretch out before you, knowing full well that this is going to be a full on migraine of a trip.

The car ride to the hotel is a blur of muffled chatter and the hum of the engine. You’re still trying to wrap your mind around the fact that you’re about to share a hotel room with Eddie for the entire week. The whole idea feels surreal—like a nightmare you’re waiting to wake up from.

Dustin and Suzie chatter excitedly in the back seat about the wedding plans, about the guests they’re excited to see, about everything going perfectly but all you can hear is the steady thrum of your own heartbeat and the tick-tick-tick of your brain reeling. You steal a glance at Eddie sitting next to you and you can almost feel the smug energy radiating off him, like he's already mentally preparing for the next round of “jokes” he’ll try to get away with. 

When the car pulls into the hotel’s narrow driveway, the low hum of the city outside feels strangely distant, almost muffled. It’s not until you’re standing at the check-in counter, trying to force a smile while you’re mentally drafting all the ways you might strangle Eddie in his sleep, that it really sinks in: You’re stuck with him. For an entire week. With no reprieve. 

You try not to glare at him as the clerk hands you both your room keys. You’ve been bracing yourself for this moment, but it hits like a punch to the gut.

"Here you go," the hotel clerk says, handing each of you a key card with a polite smile. "You’ll be in Room 204, just down the hall on your left. Enjoy your stay."

“Thanks,” Suzie says, giving you a quick, apologetic smile. “I know it’s not ideal, but—"

“It’s fine, Suzie,” you force out through clenched teeth. “Really.” You wave it off, trying to mask your frustration. Suzie looks like she’s about to offer some comfort, but you can’t bring yourself to let her fuss over you. Not when the real problem is still standing right next to you.

“See you guys at dinner!” Dustin calls over her shoulder as he and Suzie head off toward the elevators to return to their room down the hall. 

You and Eddie stand there for a moment, the weight of the awkwardness between you hanging thick in the air. You avoid looking at him as you head toward the hallway but Eddie can’t leave well enough alone.

"Well, this is gonna be fun," he says, his voice dripping with too much sarcasm to be anything but a deliberate jab.

You roll your eyes and quicken your pace, but Eddie easily matches your stride. "You know, I’ve stayed in worse places," he continues, his tone light, almost carefree, as if he’s genuinely trying to make the situation seem less horrific. "This place looks... quaint. I bet it’s got charm."

You grunt, resisting the urge to snap something rude. You’re beyond sarcasm at this point. When you reach Room 204, Eddie reaches for the door, fumbling with the keycard like he’s trying to make a point. “You wanna do the honors?” he says, his face a perfect mask of innocence.

You roll your eyes and swipe the card yourself. The door clicks open with a soft sound, and as you push it open, your stomach twists.

The room is small, nothing particularly luxurious about it—standard hotel fare. A double bed sits against one wall, a small desk by the window, and a bathroom tucked away in the corner. There’s a single chair, a tiny TV on a dresser, and a faint smell of bleach still lingering in the air. The single bed, of course, stares back at you with the same quiet challenge that Eddie’s presence brings. It might as well have a neon sign above it that says “YOU’RE GOING TO HATE THIS.”

You try to take a deep breath, but Eddie steps in behind you, making himself at home as he casually tosses his bag onto the bed nearest the window.

“Well,” he says, looking around and letting out a long, exaggerated sigh, “this place is charming... like I said. So, what do you think? You wanna take the bed or the chair?”

You spin around to face him, frustration making your voice sharper than you intended. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Eddie grins like he’s enjoying the very sight of your discomfort. “Hey, it’s a double bed, right? Just slightly smaller than a queen size - guess we’ll have to get cozy.” 

You stare at him, mouth open, not sure if you’re supposed to laugh or punch him in the face. "This isn’t ideal…That isn’t ideal,” you finally manage to say, your voice dripping with barely contained irritation. “But clearly you’ve already made yourself at home.”

He shrugs and flops back onto the bed like he’s lying down for a Sunday nap, grinning wide. “Well, you didn’t seem to have any objections when they handed us the keys. You could’ve spoken up earlier when Dustin gave us the news.” He pats the bed beside him. “But it’s fine, really. I’m cool with it. I’m a great roommate.”

You throw your bag onto the desk and stand there, trying to breathe through your nose, but the air feels too thick. You take a deep breath. You’re here for the wedding. You’re here for Dustin and Suzie. You can survive this. However,  the very idea of sharing a bed with Eddie, even if it’s just for one week, makes your skin crawl.

Instead of answering, you turn to the window, trying to ignore the heavy weight of his presence behind you. “Fine,” you mutter under your breath. "We’ll just... deal with it. We’re going to have to make a pillow wall though."

But Eddie’s voice cuts through the silence again, too light, too cheerful. "We’ll make it work, right? I mean, it’s just a week. We’ll probably be so busy with wedding stuff, we won’t even have time to think about it."

You noticed how Eddie repeated Dustin’s exact words from the airport. You give him a nod before starting to unpack.

"Right. Just a week." You turn back around to face him, hoping your exasperation isn’t showing too clearly. “Just…don’t be a bed hog.”

Eddie is already sprawled out, hands behind his head, looking far too comfortable for someone who’s clearly just ruined your entire sense of personal space and your trip to London. You try to calm yourself down. You can do this. You’re just here for Dustin and Suzie’s wedding. You’re not here for Eddie’s games.

But as you continue to unpack your things in silence, you can’t help but wonder if this week might end up being the longest one of your life.

After unpacking and getting ready for the first dinner of the festivities,  you sit down on the edge of the bed, trying to put some space between yourself and Eddie—who’s still sprawled out across the other half, clearly settling in for the long haul—you can’t shake the feeling that something’s off. The whole situation feels like it’s spiraling into one big, awkward mess, and all you can think about is how badly you want to escape it. You try to focus on the fact that you’re in London, here for a wedding, and you can’t let this stupid room arrangement ruin everything. 

This was for your cousin, after all.

There’s that feeling, gnawing at the back of your mind. It’s too perfect, too convenient. Eddie's here. He’s always here. And for some reason, you can’t stop wondering if this—this weird, uncomfortable situation—isn’t just a random mistake. Nothing is coincidental.

First the flight. Now this?

Eddie isn’t making things any easier. He’s lounging on the bed, flipping through TV channels with an exaggerated, over-the-top disinterest, occasionally glancing over at you with a look that’s part smug, part playful.

“I gotta admit, I didn’t think this would be the way we’d end up in a room together,” he says, flipping the remote with a sigh. “But I guess life’s funny like that, huh?”

You shoot him a glare, the frustration bubbling up again. “Yeah, funny,” you mutter under your breath, but he doesn’t seem to notice—or he doesn’t care.

He stretches out, looking entirely at ease in the tiny, cramped space that should have felt like a disaster but instead, he somehow makes it feel… normal—like he belongs there. You can’t even figure out how to deal with that, or how much it’s irritating you. You shift awkwardly on the bed, feeling every inch of your personal space being invaded.

It’s then that the door opens with a soft creak, without a knock and Dustin and Suzie walk in, both looking way too pleased with themselves. You raise an eyebrow as you glance up at them.

“We just thought we’d check in, see how everything’s going," Dustin says, his grin far too wide, the kind of grin someone wears when they’ve just orchestrated something deliberate.

You’re about to respond with a polite, "It’s fine," when Suzie suddenly glances over at you and Eddie, then back at Dustin with a look that’s half conspiratorial, half completely over-the-top sweet.

“So,” she says brightly, her tone a little too casual. “Everything going okay with the room situation? You two, uh, getting along okay?”

You blink, not sure if she’s joking or not. You glance at Eddie, whose brow furrows just slightly, clearly picking up on the weird vibe. He shifts in his seat, clearly uncomfortable with the way she’s asking. "Uh, yeah, we’re good,” he replies, though there’s a trace of suspicion in his voice. “Just... you know, making the best of it. It’s fine.”

Suzie just keeps on smiling and it’s a little too bright for comfort. “Good, good. We were just so worried you might be... you know, uncomfortable. You are both so busy, what with the wedding and everything. We didn’t want you to feel... cramped or anything.”

Dustin clears his throat. “Yeah, and hey, if you two need anything, just let us know, okay? We’re here for you.”

You exchange a glance with Eddie, but this time, it’s more bewilderment than irritation. The whole thing feels... off. You want to say something, to ask what’s going on, but before you can, Eddie speaks up with a low chuckle, though you can hear the slight edge of uncertainty in his voice.

“Well, I don’t know about you, but I definitely wasn’t expecting this when I came all the way to London. The whole ’rooming with a woman who ghosted me’ thing isn’t exactly on my bucket list, you know?" He flashes Suzie and Dustin a wry grin. “But hey, what do I know? I’m just here for the two of you.”

Dustin’s grin gets a little wider, if possible. “Yeah, we get it, man. You’re both so busy, with the wedding and all. So, really, enjoy the downtime together. Make the most of it. It’ll be nice, just the two of you after all the festivities…. Being here alone.” Dustin continues to grin, grabbing Suzie’s hand as he turns toward the door. “See you guys at dinner!”

There’s something about the way he says “alone” that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, and suddenly it hits you like a bucket of cold water. This isn’t an accident. This wasn’t some weird hotel room mix-up or scheduling error. No. Dustin and Suzie have done this on purpose.

You stay silent as the couple leave, watching them closely and curiously. You swore you heard Suzie’s giggle down the hall. Quickly, you close the door and lock it, returning to sit next to Eddie in silence, just for a moment.

They did this shit on purpose. Dustin and Suzie set you and Eddie up—and you don’t know whether to laugh, scream, or throw something at the wall.

“They did this on purpose, you know.” You say, refusing to look over at Eddie. You nervously pick at your nails silently pleading he also caught onto Dustin and Suzie’s scheme. “You had to pick up on that, right?” 

“Dustin has never been the most subtle guy.” Eddie laughed, running a hand over his face as he continued to lay on the bed. “I picked up on it, sweetheart.”

There’s silence between the two of you. A silence so thick you could choke.

Eddie, ever the unpredictable one, breaks the silence with a casual chuckle. "Well, I have to admit, this is almost impressive. I didn’t think Dustin had it in him." His eyes glint with amusement, the kind that always seems to follow your frustration like a shadow.

You shoot him a sharp look, still processing everything, but there’s something in his expression that makes you pause. He’s not upset about this. He’s… enjoying it. Suddenly, a realization clicks in your mind. You can’t tell if it’s panic or pure frustration, but you know what’s coming next.

Eddie knows you and you know him. You both realize, at the same moment, that there’s no escaping the trap. It’s not like you can tell Dustin and Suzie the truth—they’re already too invested. And you certainly can’t go around making a scene. You’d have to lie low, play nice for the wedding and get through this uncomfortable, forced proximity.

You cross your arms over your chest, standing tall in the face of his amused gaze. "Okay. Fine," you say, voice low but firm. "We’re stuck together for the week but for the sake of Dustin and Suzie’s wedding, I think it’s best if we just… play along so they focus on their wedding and not us." You hate the words as they leave your mouth, but it’s the only sensible thing to do.

Eddie raises an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. He doesn’t seem to be fighting the idea, which only makes you more suspicious. “Play along, huh?” he repeats, leaning back into the bed as if he’s settling in for a long conversation. “You mean, like, pretend we’re head over heels for each other for their wedding?”

You throw your hands up in mock exasperation. "I mean, what else do you want me to call it? We pretend we’re into each other, act like we’re happy, and get through the wedding without anyone suspecting we can’t stand each other. Then we never have to see each other again."

Eddie smirks, clearly weighing the idea. He lets out a soft laugh, almost like he’s trying to stifle his enjoyment. “Fake dating, huh? Yeah, I can see that. It’ll be like a rom-com, only with more sighing and eye rolling.” He eyes you up and down, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Alright. I’m in. This should be fun.”

You narrow your eyes, not quite ready to let him get the upper hand. “You better not mess this up, Eddie. I’m not in the mood for your jokes or your... whatever this is.” You gesture vaguely at him, already regretting the entire idea of having to spend more time in close proximity to him than absolutely necessary. 

He raises both hands in mock surrender. “Whoa, whoa. I’m a professional. You’d be surprised how good I am at this,” he says with an exaggerated wink. “And don’t worry. I’ll be on my best behavior.”

You stare at him, suspicious, but you don’t have a better option. The whole “fake dating” thing might actually be the lesser evil. At least this way, you don’t have to worry about awkward explanations to Dustin and Suzie about how you really feel about each other. You just have to get through the wedding weekend, put on a show, and keep the peace.

You sigh, rubbing your temples. "Alright. Fine. But you better not ruin it. We’re not going to be all lovey-dovey, okay? We’re just... two people who are pretending. Got it?"

Eddie grins like a kid on Christmas morning. “Got it. You’re not going to catch me making googly eyes at you or anything. We’ll just act like we’re having the time of our lives together. What’s the worst that could happen?”

You glare at him, your nerves already fried from the thought of what’s to come. "I don’t know, Eddie. Maybe you’ll actually start believing it,” you say, your voice tinged with sarcasm.

Eddie laughs, flopping back on the bed. “Oh, believe me, I don’t want to get any ideas since you’re a flight risk,” he says, his voice dripping with mock sweetness. "I’m all about the performance here. Strictly professional. I’ll be the best fake boyfriend you’ve ever had.”

You turn to face the mirror by the desk, staring at your reflection for a moment. You really thought you’d come to London to celebrate a wedding, maybe enjoy some time away from the madness. Instead, you’re stuck with Eddie, playing pretend for the sake of two people who have no idea that you’re not just friends anymore.

And yet, a strange, nervous energy flickers beneath your skin. You tell yourself it’s just the tension of the situation—that’s what it is. You’re not actually… curious about what it would be like to have Eddie’s arm around you again or what it would feel like to pretend to be in a relationship with him. You can’t be. That’s ridiculous. He said you were nothing to him. That couldn’t have changed. 

Still, as you glance over at him, still lying on the bed with that carefree smirk on his face as you begin to get ready for dinner. You can’t help but wonder if this week might turn into something completely unexpected - more likely a cruel joke than a fresh start but, you’d take a little bit of excitement over the mess you had created for yourself back home.

“Alright. We’re really doing this” you say, swallowing any remnants of doubt. “Let’s do this, then. Let’s pretend to be the perfect couple.”

Eddie’s grin widens, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “You’re on, babe.”

[munsonthings86]

Hiii!! Saw your reqs are open so I’m shooting my shot here hehe.

I was wondering if you could write something inspired by a Gareth x male! Munson! Reader?? (Totally get if you don’t do male reader stuff or don’t write for gareth since he’s a minor character btw!! Just delete this if not! No hard feelings!)

Just hear me out here,, a best friends brother trope 🙇🏻🙇🏻

Reader is Eddie’s younger brother and is secretly dating Gareth, readers a little more introverted/ sensitive than him too. And somehow the relationship gets exposed and Eddie throws a classic fit “are you making out ?? With my sweet baby (legit like only one ore two years younger lol) brother?? GASP!!” Meanwhile reader is absolutely MORTIFIED lmao like a total classic cliche romcom situation hihi

Many kisses and hugs from your lovely anon

how did you know i couldn't resist a good brother's best friend trope? :/ i wrote this especially for you, my lovely! i hope you enjoy.

side note: i aged up the reader and gareth, so they are of age and college students here!

pairing: gareth emerson x munson!reader

wc: 0.6k

the air was thick and warm in the tight space of your uncle's trailer. in the even tighter space between you and gareth, a thin layer of sweat formed. the searing sun shot a stinging beam of light through the small window of the living room onto your exposed legs, and you dread the impending awkward tan line.

"c'mon, we gotta make this quick," you were breathless when you spoke as gareth peppered hot kisses along your jaw and neck. "i know," one kiss. "i just," two kisses. "missed you a lot." three kisses that led a trail down to your chest.

it'd been four incessant months since the last time you had seen your boyfriend, seeing as you each went to different colleges. you swore that you would've burst if you had to go another second without him, and the boy desperately pecking at every possible inch of your body, could clearly relate.

"besides, what's the rush?" his nosy hands found their way under your shirt, grazing the soft skin of your stomach.

"eddie is 'what's the rush’," a gasp fell from your lips when gareth gently pulled at your neck with his teeth. "he'll be back any minute now."

it was almost too easy hiding your relationship with gareth from your older brother while you were away at college, but now that it was summer break and the only place you wanted to be was under your boyfriend, it seemed like a mission impossible to have your lover remain a secret.

gareth found it so adorable when you worried like this. you were a lot like your uncle who spent the better part of his life raising you along with eddie. you were quiet like a mouse, always to yourself, and tended to relish in the comfort of your brother's shadow. a lot of people didn't notice you, but gareth did. and he fell for you, instantly. "you're so cute," he pressed further into you, as your back fell against the couch.

"seriously, he's really overprotective. my uncle's gonna have to start arranging my funeral if eddie catches us like this."

you jolted when the sound of the metal door slamming against the wall pierced through the room. in the frame was your older brother, completely frozen with his face kneaded into a tight dough of shock and utter disbelief. gareth was still clinging onto you, lips pursed, wet, and puffy as he eyed eddie.

"what the hell is going on in here?" the grocery bags he held in hands ruffled loudly as he flailed his arms while he spoke. he stepped further into the trailer, too wildered to even close the door behind him.

"we were just- i was just- kissing," gareth's words tripped over themselves as they clumsily spilled out.

"kissing WHO? this infant? this child that i helped raise? this sweet, innocent baby that doesn't need your little gareth germs all over?" poor eddie didn’t seem to be aware that you were 19, and merely only a year younger than him.

his voice was high and frantic, which though wasn't uncommon, but it certainly was not the voice you'd hoped he'd have when he found out your little secret.

"when the hell did you even get in here? i was only gone for ten minutes!"

your face fell into the palms of your sweaty hands, eyes peering at the mortifying situation between parted fingers. you knew he wasn't truly angry, or else gareth would've been thrown out of the door ages ago, but your stomach still felt twisted and uneasy. your words were muffled when you muttered, "eddie," but the boy only let you get so much out.

"you," he pointed, "don't you say a word. when i get back from putting these bags away, we're gonna have a long talk about why it's bad to lie to your big brother." he walked off with a pout, chunky boots making thunderous sounds against the wooden floor as he retreated to the kitchen.

a silence fell over the stillness of the living room.

"could've been a lot worse," gareth shrugged.

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[munsonology]

Off White

A Biker!Eddie and Nunny short story

18+ only, MINORS DNI

CW: Fem!Reader, Eddie calls Nunny a c*nt (lovingly), marriage, virginity.

Summary: Nunny is perplexed by bridal details

Inspo for Nunny on her wedding day! She wouldn’t wear a conventional or modern dress by any means, but it would have to be white. Pure white. That’s not up for negotiation.

In bed, Eddie watches Nunny flip through various bridal magazines on the hunt for the perfect dress.

“Don’t you think it’s a little too late for white?” Eddie asks.

Your marker pauses at the top of the circle. “Why would it be too late?”

Eddie leans in closer to her chest. He kisses the top of her breast spilling over her lacy camisole. “…well…you’re not exactly—”

“I thought it’d be kind of hot. Seeing me in white, walking down the aisle to you. Knowing you’ve filled me to the brim, all while our guests are clueless to the filth you conjure between my thighs.”

Eddie narrows his dark eyes at his lover. The little smirk on your lips teases all the secrets between two eternal spirits.

“You little cunt,” Eddie barks. You slide over and straddle his waist. His hands find your waist, rubbing up and down, playing with your slinky satin sleep shorts.

“Yeah but I’m your little cunt.”

You feel how hard he is through this boxers. He fits perfect in the loose fabric of your pajamas.

Eddie’s hand finds it’s way up your shorts. He pats your cunt, fingers threading through the hair. “Fuck, I love when you keep her full…” he mumbles. “Get comfortable, baby. Take what you need.”

You lean over him and give him a deep kiss. His tongue curls around yours like a viper in a woven basket. His hands cup your cheeks. Yours come up to intertwine with his, playing with his rings.

You break the kiss and with a breath reach for a new bridal magazine. Eddie groans when you slap the magazine on his chest. “Now! Help me find some floral arrangements.”

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