#joseph quinn blurb

[indouloureux]

eddie fic where he's sleeping beside the reader after a heated fight and he makes it up by fucking her from behind?

shisjskssj make up sex *faints.* thank you for requesting! <3

18+ mdni — afab!reader, she/her pronouns, fingering, praising, p in v, unprotected sex, light choking, biting, scratching, creampie

he never thought it would hurt to see your back facing him.

usually it excites him. knowing he'd surprised you, hug you from behind, wrap his arms around your waist and place his chin on top of your head as he greets you with messy kisses.

same goes for tedious nights, spooning you, encasing his own body in yours in benign possession; in a promise of protection to the people who thinks of harming you. eddie feels as though he's keeping his own heart against his chest.

but now, your back facing him squeezes his chest. and you're not even beside him — you're by the edge of the bed, curled into the ball with the blanket halfway through your torso, hands tucked beneath your pillow as you breathe unevenly. you're still awake.

it started at work. at some dingy restaurant where you waitered, serving some greedy and sordid men who thought a hand down your ass was enough of a tip. they never got away with it, because your boss knew it was wrong. and eddie knew that none of it was your fault — of course he did. he should.

but an old friend came over. an old boy-space-friend came over at work. sat on the booth right at the corner. and you couldn't help but catch up, because he was an old friend. but eddie got the wrong idea; standing outside the restaurant with a smile that slowly fell as you laughed and smack some other guy's arm as you did so — the way you'd do to eddie when you couldn't breathe from all the laughter.

he wasn't insecure. eddie knew you loved him. but it didn't mean he would trust the guys around you immediately. watching at the way the old friend eyed you like some fresh meat, the way his hand would go on your shoulder as he laughs like a pretentious dick.

jealousy burnt him alive. it put him in a sour mood even as he picked you up, chastised his kiss by placing it on your cheek, but his hand on your thigh was tighter.

and gasoline rained upon him when you went home.

"come on. i saw the way you touched his arm!"

"it wasn't even a touch, it was a slap! i slap my dad's arm like that all the time. what the hell is wrong with you?"

"maybe if you weren't flirting with some guy, i wouldn't have acted this way."

you weren't even the one who poured it.

as the fire died, residues of leaden smoke pervade the bedroom. as well as your irritation towards his irrationality. because for you, though he may not have said it, you think that he's lost his trust by the simple sight of another man laughing harmlessly with you.

it angers you. how he got jealous — even though you would have felt the same if you ever saw him with some other person. but you know you'd never shout at him, or accuse him of flirting, or any other detrimental acts that could break the chain in your tethered hearts.

but you're young. and you're petty. and you have every reason to be mad. so you are mad. sinking into your side, eyes shut even though the dreams refuse to start. you know eddie's staring at your spine, tracing the color of your thin shirt — your shirt rather than his. a detail he's picked up that leaves a pang to his chest that spreads everywhere.

he thinks of letting this go. letting you sit in your own cottage of anger until its wood has been burnt into nothing but lethal ashes. but if eddie sits this one out, there'll be nothing left to fix; what would ashes do if not be swept away by the wind?

eddie sighs. "(y/n)."

no answer. duh.

"sweetheart."

he gently, so gently, places a hand on your shoulder to shake you carefully. you frown at his sudden touch, but you refuse to move and try to trick him into thinking that you were asleep. because you really just want to sleep.

but ever the fighter, eddie makes another sigh before he's scooting closer to you. until the curve of your back hits his chest and he hooks his arms around your waist, his fingers splayed around your stomach. "baby," he mumbles, pressing his lips on your clothed shoulder.

your tongue clicks with the roof of your mouth, the lines between your eyebrows deepening as you try not to melt into his touch. "what, eddie?"

his nose tickles the crevice of your neck, his breath hot as he huffs against your skin. "i'm sorry, baby," eddie pouts, his head lifting slightly to take a glimpse of your eye and cheek. "i didn't mean to yell. or accuse you."

hesitantly, you open your eyes, staring onto the poster that sticks to the plaster walls of his trailer, but your focus remains on the way his hand is lightly massaging your stomach and his lips that stay on your shoulder.

you turn around, the sheets ruffling along with your heavy huff. eddie etches a small, triumphant smile on his face, even though you're still frowning at him.

"sorry doesn't cut it, eddie," you whisper. his smile withers, licking his lips before he nods in understatement. "you yelled at me. you accused me of flirting with someone else. it's like you don't trust me."

eddie puts his hand on your arm, furrowing his eyebrows as he leans closer. "no. no baby, i trust you. it's just that—"

"you don't trust them. i know," you pinch the bridge of your nose. "but that doesn't mean you should yell at me. he was a friend. we were catching up. and i'm sorry if it made you think that way but we should have just talked about it."

guilt showers him. and embarrassment drowns him in this tub; because he knows you're right. eddie should have sat down, or approached you quietly, and maybe he should have just asked who he was and told himself that you'd choose him over anyone. because you would, right?

because you promised. and he believes it because he trusts you.

"princess," he whispers into the thin air, cold and cruel to exposed skin. "i'm sorry. i- i trust you with my whole heart. i swear. okay? i'll never do it again, i promise you." brazenly does he let his fingers dance up your arm to the side of your face where he pushes your hair away, swallowing thickly. "i swear to you. i swear on my hair. on ozzy osbourne. on the hellfire club. even dustin henderson. i swear."

you find the love in you to laugh and smile at him, despite the fact that it wasn't a joke and he knew that he'd actually swear on dustin — the kid he adores the most. you place your hand on top of his, the one on your cheek, and find comfort in the warmth of his flesh in this cold night.

"i still need to see some groveling, though," you half-jest. "i wanna see you on your knees tomorrow. cooking for me. iron my clothes. fold my laundry. everything." eddie grins, his teeth glinting between his thin lips. "that shows then how sorry you are."

"baby, i'd be at your service any time," he takes your hand and kisses the back of it, lips placed on top of a vein. "i'd be on my knees for you anytime." eddie says this with the hand beneath his body untucking itself so that it would travel down your stomach, coz he's a sucker for a great performance.

eddie nudges his nose with yours, his lips hovering in a ghost of a wanted kiss but never truly reuniting. his hand wanders down, cheeky fingertips lingering above your shirt before it comes down beneath to touch your hot flesh. "babe," you warn, letting your eyes flutter shut when his thumb grazes the skin beneath your breasts. "i still- i still haven't fully forgiven you. 'was supposed to give you the silent treatment but—"

"but we're here now, hm?" you gasp at the touch of his rough hand suddenly groping your tit, pressing your hard buds against his palm as his fingers dig onto your flesh, squeezing it like some pillow. eddie smirks when your eyebrows join, lips parted to let out small, quiet whines when his other hand decides to slither beneath your shirt and cup your tits with his thumbs running over your nipples. "gonna let me make it up to you, princess? we can start now, yeah?"

you know he's not fully in control, in the way his hands still stay on your tits and never really where you want him to. his thumbs and fingers that pinch and pull on your hardened buds awaits for your guidance; you take one hand of his, and shove it beneath your sleep shorts to let him cup the pool of wetness created by merely by the fondling of your breasts.

eddie chuckles, each beat drips boastfully. "all that for me? you're mad at me but you're still wet, huh?"

you tsk, frowning still with your eyes closed. "shut up or i'll fuck myself in the bathroom."

"with what?" he queries, fingers tracing the lace of your panties before they press against your slit through the fabric. eddie bites his lip when you moan quietly, subtly grinding against his palm. "your fingers, hm? thought you can't make yourself cum? because your fingers aren't as big as mine, sweetheart. you'll just anger yourself more."

still, despite his teasing, he moves your panty to the side and lets his fingertips drag through your slick folds. eddie swallows the moan that comes out by pressing his lips with yours — a messy, breathy open mouthed kiss that makes your hips stutter against his fingers that they slip to prod on your starving hole. he shoves his tongue in your mouth, flicking it with yours before he closes his lips around you to fully kiss you, silencing your moans.

his fingers decide that sliding them against your cunt wasn't enough, coming up to rub your clit in slow figure-eights. you squirm against him, slowly lifting when eddie's other arm wraps beneath you to push your head closer to him, resting on the side of your head to at least keep you still and quiet.

"eddie," you whine. "you're such- you-ah...you're an asshole."

your glinting slick coats his fingers. your supposed insult makes him press harder to your clit that makes you jolt, eyebrows clenched and raised when he does so. "i know, baby," he hums, smiling roguishly. "i'm such an asshole for touching you after we fight. i'm such an asshole that—"

he plunges his fingers — two fingers, right inside your hole. straight up until he's knuckle deep and his fingertips graze your g-spot when he curls them. you moan loudly against his lips, only to be muffled when he encases your mouth again.

"—i'm only fingering you," he finishes. "that i'm teasing you. because you want my cock, right? i know you want it. gotta give my princess what she wants, hm? but how will i be sure if it's my dick she wants if she can't even say it?"

you're panting, even though eddie's doing all the work by fucking you with his long fingers. he's pressing and tracing your gummy walls; scissoring his limbs in the way he knows you love that has your toes curling. your grip his forearm, nails digging on the bats on his skin until there's crescent indentations on his opalescent organ.

"say it, baby," he nips at your bottom lip, opening his eyes just to stare at your slacked jaw and wrinkled face. you whine and whimper when he picks up the pace and goes fast, a soft squelching noise heard beneath the blankets from your arousal.

"i- i want your cock," you mewl, legs spreading wider. when eddie shoves a third finger, your forehead touches his, greeted by an unsynchronized kiss where you take his top lip into yours. "p-please. i want your cock, eddie. your big, fat fucking cock inside me."

"atta girl," eddie takes his fingers away, shoving three of them to suck out your sweet juices. he moans as he does so, your eyes opening and you feel like you could just cum right there at the sight of it. "turn around, sweetheart."

you go back to your old position — your back to his chest. but this time it doesn't squeeze his chest. it makes all the blood flow down to his hardening cock, begging to be sprung out by his tight boxers and dive into your gaping hole.

still with an arm beneath you, eddie uses the advantage to lightly wrap his hand around your neck, pressing on the sides. your hand moves blindly behind you, searches for his cock that eddie tries to free as he removes his briefs and tucks it beneath his ass. he licks on his palm and jerks himself a few times, groaning when your palm meets his shaft and pumps him sloppily.

"fuck, baby," he pants. "god it hurts. i need to- i need to be inside you right now."

eddie nips at your earlobe, both your hands holding his cock upright as he presses his tip right into your hole that clenches on nothing but the sweaty air. you take a deep breath when he starts pushing in, his hand leaving his cock to push your leg up from beneath your knee, his length slowly pushing in until his thick mushroom bulges almost painfully at your cervix.

he stops then when he's pushed to the hilt; his balls right up at your neglected hole. eddie lets out a short moan, grunts when your nails scratch at his forearm and throw your head back where your hair meets his lips.

"‘y so tight, (y/n)," he sighs. "can feel you squeezing the shit out of me. i'm gonna move now, okay?"

you nod. eddie pushes his hips back, cunt halfway through his length before he slams back in, tip almost bulging out of your navel. your hand comes up to wrap behind his head, letting his lips evade your temple, trailing down to your neck where he removes his hand just so he can suck on your sweaty complexion.

he's slowly pistons himself, though despite the laggard thrusting, skin slapping is heard. eddie's panting on your neck, your moans high-pitched and sometimes mistaken as a whimper when you try to keep quiet as to not disturb neighbors nearby.

"love this cunt," eddie groans, his thrust slowly fastening. "such a tight pussy. pretty fucking pussy jus' taking all of me 'coz you're such a good girl, yeah? a good girl who deserves everything; even my fucking cock. come on, baby, milk me dry."

his grunting exceeds when he fucks himself faster, your ass grinding up against him. you wish to see his face, the way they would always scrunch up into his blissful haze at the feeling of your walls against his bare dick. but you're too cockdrunk, your limbs tangled into this clusterfuck of released anger and make up sex.

you squeeze your eyes shut, feeling his teeth biting at your skin. "shit, baby," you mewl, pushing up against him. "fuck me faster— oh, yes! yes yes, fuck!"

he removes the hand from your knee to rub your clit, almost ripping the seams of your underwear as his hand moves vigorously on the swollen nub. he circles, he rubs it left and right in a quick pace that almost matches his thrusts. his slick and your arousal creating the most lewd and loud squelching noises that the covers can't even muffle.

"oh- yeah," eddie moans, maybe a bit louder than you. "fuck, i'm gonna cum. i'm gonna fucking cum, baby."

eddie doesn't need your approval, anyway, because at one thrust, you're spilling all over his thick cock, painting his muscle in white, salty cream. he moans when he feels your warm substance coat him like the way your hand would. and soon, his tip pushes his seed deep in your pussy, paints you hot white like a blank canvas.

but despite his sensitive cock twitching, he's still slowly thrusting inside you. eddie pulls out when he's had enough, turns your panting into whimpers when his fingers scoop up his cum and push it back inside your spasming hole.

"eddie, i'm still sensitive," you say absentmindedly, eyes dripping.

"i know, baby," he kisses your cheek. "just gotta keep you full, okay? just keepin' it inside."

and when he's pressed your panties back in places and cleaned himself up with his hand, eddie wraps his arms around you once more, pushing you close to his chest and peppers kisses all over your head.

"i'm sorry," he whispers. "i still am sorry for what i did. i'll grovel tomorrow, i promise."

you hum, taking his hand and kissing the back of it. "you're forgiven for like, five percent."

"five?!"

"because you teased me," you playfully kick his shin. "now let me sleep."

rushed bc dude i need to take a shit

reblogs and feedback are appreciated <3

[joekeeryswife]

Late Nights - J.Q

kind of like a Joe Keery imagine i did but for Joseph, enjoy loves <3

you'd been out with your friends for your friend, Ruby's birthday. you and Joseph shared a two bedroom apartment and you loved that you and Joseph were finally living together after being with each other for 4 years.

you entered the apartment, slipping off your heels at the door, walking through the apartment as quiet as you could, hoping to not wake up Joseph. you walked to the bathroom, turning on the light as you entered it. you started taking off the makeup you had on, feeling relieved that you were finally home, being able to be makeup free.

once you'd finished taking off your makeup, you turned around to go get your pyjamas but noticed the huge t-shirt and shorts on the heated towel rack. your heart swelled when you realised Joseph had put them on there. one thing about you was you felt the cold very easily, every night before bed you would leave your pyjamas on the towel rack to heat them so they'd be nice and warm for when you put them on.

you quickly changed into the pyjamas, the warmth taking over you as you slipped on the t-shirt and shorts. you switched off the bathroom light after brushing your teeth, walking down the dark corridor which had a few sentimental photos of you and Joseph on it, carefully opening the bedroom door. you heard light snores coming from Joseph as he clung to a pillow, his body facing the door.

usually, you would walk round to your side of the bed, giving both you and Joseph enough room but tonight, you just wanted to be held. you closed the bedroom door behind you and walked towards the bed. you carefully moved the duvet off of him and lifted up his right arm, allowing yourself to get into bed, your arm wrapping around him. he woke up slightly, moving backward a bit so you had enough room.

"hi sweetheart" he said, kissing your forehead softly. you dug your head into his chest, feeling him lazily stroke your clothes back. "missed you" you replied, eyes closing as his movements continued. "missed you too love. you have fun?" he said, voice croaking. you nodded, tiredness taking over you.

your left leg wrapped around his waist as you pulled yourself closer into his embrace, his hand running through your hair making you sigh in contentment. something you loved about Joseph was his hugs. he gave the most amazing hugs, always filled with warmth and love.

you were almost asleep when he suddenly stopped running his hand through your hair making you whine. "Joey, why did you stop" you said, arm moving around to find his hand to put it back on your hair. "sorry sweetheart, i thought you were asleep" he said, his hand running through your hair again.

his hands massaged your scalp and ran down your hair, detangling any knots he came across, making sure to be gentle. he had his eyes closed, the warmth of his body making him your own personal radiator. "you're so warm" you said, breaking the comfortable silence that filled the room. he laughed at your comment, leaving a few small kisses on your head. "you are so beautiful" he said, hand never leaving your hair. you smiled into his chest, a light blush spreading across your cheeks. no matter what, even after four years of being with him, he would always make you blush with his compliments.

"thank you" you said, happiness filling your body. "i love you" he said, pulling you closer to him, you didn't think it was possible to be that close but here you were, closer than ever. "i love you more" you whispered, sleep finally taking over you as his hand never stopped playing with your hair. once Joseph knew you were 100% asleep, he leant back and looked down, seeing your sleeping face. he always thought you looked most peaceful when you were sleeping and he just could watch you all day.

he smiled as he watched your chest rise and fall with each breath and he went back to hugging you. he left small kisses on the top of your head before finally shutting his eyes, getting back to sleep. the both of you hugged for that whole night, neither one of you wanting to let go. you both loved each other so much and you were so lucky to have one another.

[pusssydesigned]

𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬

a/n: @cinnamoncunt came up with the lovely idea of an agora hills fic about joseph 🥹🥲 such a lovely idea thank you sososo much 🫧🩵🤍🪽 i sorta went off track coz ive wanted to write a loveydovey fic like this for so long 😭

warnings: smut (voyeurism, oral [m+f receiving], p in v. creampies, alll that good stuff) camcorders and cameras, sex tapes, just love and fluff and happy lovers doing what happy lovers do!!! no description of readers race, ethnicity, or career so feel free to insert yourself however you want! lowercase intended <3

“𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐮𝐬… 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭… 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐟𝐟! <𝟑”

dating joseph quinn is not for the weak, and dating you isn’t for the weak either. bitter fans left and right, watching your every move. everywhere you go there’s paps or fans ambushing you to know the lastest details of your relationship. “are you and joseph gonna tie the knot?” “where’s joseph?” “where’s y/n?” “are yall still together?” “are you gonna knock her up soon?” opening social media (especially twitter) is like a death wish. none of his fans or your fans are flattered by your relationship, but you and joseph couldn’t give two fucks. your love for each other was so deep and intimate no one else could compare or come in between you two. month long trips around europe, beautiful dinners in private restaurants, constant gifts, red carpet events, and an out of this world sex life couldn’t compare to anything you’ve experienced in a relationship.

at some point you end up not caring. more paparazzi pics are spread around of you and joseph desperately kissing and grabbing onto each other, hoping to get caught. you want to show him off, and he most definitely wants the world to know your his and only his. his hands grabbing at your ass when your at events or clubs together. his love is always and forever, deep and intimate.

every post on your instagram is a subtle brag about your lovely, sexy, beautiful, and sweet man. you could go on and on for days about joseph. his eyes, his smile, his aura, everything about him.

the expensive (but thoughtful and meaningful) gifts he rewards you with never fail to blow your mind. tennis bracelets and rolls royce’s or a simple night out for holidays and birthdays never cease to amaze you. real gold chains coming together when he’s on top of you, smothering you in thousands of kisses. don’t forget the shopping sprees at any store you want, at anytime.

quiet dinners off the coast of greece at night. barefoot because you couldn’t stand wearing heels the rest of the night. feeding each other pasta and fish while you caress his calves with your foot. you hold hands and smoke your vogue slims, and he smokes his hand rolled cigarettes while watching the waves crash into the rocks. walking back home and slowly stripping down to nothing for a shower and bed. these nights always end with lovemaking and light touches and kisses.

your month long trips always include a camcorder and desperate moans filling your penthouse suite at least ten times. he eats you from the back so good and he always makes sure he gets your puckered hole to have your toes curling and your body shaking. your mouth always feels so good on him. sucking his tip and both balls into your mouth, leaving him shaking and losing control. fucking your face every chance he gets. getting fucked on the balcony while yall are moaning out i love you’s and groaning at the sheer pleasure of it all. you make sure to watch the tapes back so yall could do all over again, nastier and even more passionate. your birth control is a saving grace everytime yall get too lost in each other and joseph swears he’s “gonna fuck a baby into you” or “knock you up” after every creampie. and don’t forget the quickies in the bathrooms. a quick blowjob to get him ready for later in the day when y’all are alone… or have an alleyway.

you swear you’re gonna marry him one day. he’s so different from the rest. it didn’t matter if you had to get used to your fans or his fans treating your relationship as a spectacle to fuel their misery. the love you have for each other transcends anything else in the entire universe.

[lovejosephquinn]

Don't mind me, just writing my morning Christmas Eve horny thoughts down 💀

Under 18's DNI.

It was quite obviously the middle of the night, the darkness surrounded you tucked up in bed with your boyfriend. You stirred from the sound of muffled whimpers beside you, the slight sound of movement beneath the quilt. Keeping your eyes shut and listening for a minute, you hear what seems to be spit being lathered onto the length of Joe's cock, he smoothers it down from the base and upward making his body tense up, a slight hitch of a moan loudly erupts from his throat and your eyes shoot open as you start to feel the way his fist pumps slowly up and down. Fuck.

You're turned on your side facing him so you edge forward so your mouth's inches away from his ear. "You need some help baby?" You whispered in a low, seductive tone. Joe could feel your presence, a smirk falling onto his features as he felt your hand creep over his, enveloping around his fingers, moving with him. "I d-didn't want to wake you and I couldn't stop thinking about the way your tight little cunt feels when I fuck you." Joe muttered, the deep resonance of his voice showed he had been asleep, but had clearly woke up with a stiff and incredibly hard erection, fantasising about you.

"Let me touch you." Joe's hand instantly released his shaft into yours, you spat onto your hand quickly and mixed your spit into his, skimming your finger tip over his leaking head, Joe bit down on his lip, crumbling underneath the soft touch. "Fuck Y/N, yeah touch me like that."

Your fist now gripped around his length, feeling every vein popping out, enjoying the way his hardness twitched in your contact. Jerking his cock in a swift, fast motion. You stopped. "B-baby don't stop."

"I'm not." You exited downward, the sheets devouring you as you took the tip of his cock between your lips, sucking harshly, making his hips buck up and a couple more inches entering your mouth.

"Mmm, you're such a naughty girl, suck my cock for me." Joe's head fell backward, his eyes rolling, his mouth gaping open as you didn't waste a moment in taking every inch of him inside, his hand grabbed your hair, pushing it up into a ponytail whilst saliva leaked out of the corners of your mouth, the moment you felt the tip hit your tonsils, your choking noises cloaked from the bed covers, the movement of your head sliding up and down. You moved down to his balls, caressing them with your tongue, nibbling on the loose skin and taking them one by one in your mouth, sucking rampantly and slipping them out with a pop sound.

Licking a stripe up from the base and back to the tip, Joe could barely hold on not a few minutes longer. "Let me fuck that slutty little mouth, my cock's aching to cum down that throat of yours. You want my cum baby?"

You smiled against his tip, your lips brushing and he could feel you nodding slightly. "Good fucking girl, open your mouth wide."

You did just as he said and his hand pushed you downward in one fell swoop, your eyes watered as he took you to your limit, gagging against the base of his cock, your tongue lapping around it, Joe's moans were flying everywhere which made you hum with your mouth full. "Yes, yes, yes. Take my cock, take my fucking cock."

His hips thrusted upward, deepthroating you only once more until his cock began to spew pools of cum into your mouth, trickling down your throat as you swallowed the lot, his hand releasing you whilst you rid him through his high, his body spasming, toes curling and within the darkness, Joe could see stars in his vision.

You came back up to where you previously lay. "Thank you my love." His lips found yours amongst the pitch black, tasting the saltiness on your tongue, his cock softening yet still throbbing from the intensity of the orgasm you unleashed upon him.

"Turn over, I need my little spoon." Joe moved his arms around you, caging you to him, a slight sigh of contentment fell from his mouth, he could go back to sleep happily knowing that when he woke again, his cock would probably be buried inside your cunt, fucking up into your walls fast and erratically, hearing the memory of your moans as you attacked his neck when he leaned down to thrust hard, he'd let his imagination begin to run wild once again until that moment came.

[eddieschains]

TW// 18+, rpf (don’t like it, don’t read it), oral (f receiving), face sitting, fem!reader

Joe loves when you ride his face. Sometimes when you’re just laying in bed winding down for the night, he’ll grip your thighs and pull you on top of his chest.

You giggle, thinking he just wants to look at you and maybe steal a couple kisses while his hands roam up and down your sides. You lean down, gently kissing his nose to his cheeks to his lips.

His grip on your thighs gets tighter with every brush of your lips as he starts groaning underneath you. Soon, his hands are on your ass as he pushes you forward, making you hover over his face as his hot breath washes over your clothes pussy, making you quiver above him.

“Go ahead baby, sit on it.” He whispers as he pulls your panties to the side. Sliding his finger through your now dripping wet folds. His mouth waters at the sight.

You lean down just a little more, still giving him room to move if he needs to. Clearly, it’s not good enough for him as he slams you down on his face, the tip of his nose brushing against your clit making you moan out in pleasure.

He attached his mouth to your clit as he alternates between sucking on it and sliding his tongue up and down you. His whimpers and moans are muffled, which just makes it even more pleasurable for you. “When I say sit on it…” He sucks a little harder, making your legs shake. “I mean fucking sit. on. it.”

[stellatekintsugi]

Joseph Quinn

[localemofreak]

Because We’re Only Kissing When We’re Drunk.

(Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader)

Based on this song:

Low-key In Love - The Struts

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Story: You and Joe had always been this ‘friends with benefits’ thing- and you never expected anything more from it, he was there for you and you were there for him- that was that. But one night, Joseph said something in the moment that freaked you out and caused you to run off- and he instantly regretted it.. or did he??..

‼️Warnings‼️: mentions of smut, use of y/n, drinking, slight angst, slight comfort at the end, etc. (if I missed anything please tell me!)

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You and Joseph had been friends for quite a while, well I guess you can consider each other 'friends'

If hanging at each other's houses late at night every week, getting completely shitfaced, then hooking up is considered being 'friends' then yeah- you guys are friends..

Really good friends.

To be honest- you guys are totally a 'friends with benefits' thing, but you just both hate that word so much- it makes things seem weirder than they already are.

It started off with one night, your now ex just dumped you- you wanted to distract yourself.

Who better to go to then the first man you called to hang out, Mr Joseph Quinn himself.

It started off as a regular hangout, you crying on his shoulder as he consoled you, you both had a few drinks- then things escalated there.

All that you could remember was waking up, naked in his bed- the shower was running because Joe was in there and you used that moment to escape as quickly as you could.

After that night, things changed.

Soon it became once every few months, to once a month, to a couple times a month-

Now you or him were at each other's houses, hooking up on the couch once a week if not a couple times more.

But neither of you were complaining- and neither of you had feelings for each other.

It was more of a way to escape everything, to just let all the stress of the week fall out.

Through drinks and steamy, naked make-out sessions.

But this time- things were different.

It was a late, Friday night- Joe had texted you telling you how much of a stressful week he's had with work and everything.

Being the good 'friend' you were- you obviously headed over to his place to help him get rid of the stress.

Then it happened.

You were both in his bedroom, he was leaning back against his headboard, you were on his lap- you two were basically just eating each other's faces up.

Nobody and nothing could stop you both at this moment.

the sounds of lips smacking with small hums and groans, the feeling of hot breath on both your lips mixed with the hands roaming- both of you were just locked in the whole steamy moment.

Then it just fell from his lips.

"Fuck darling- I love you so much."

He moaned it out against your lips as his hands were gripping onto your waist and your ass.

Your eyes just quickly shot open at the moment, causing you to freeze-

He didn't just say that did he?- but he did.

It took a moment to noticed you stopped kissing as his eyes slowly fluttered open, his soft brown doe eyes revealing themselves.

You watched as his eyes widened, realizing what he said.

You both never thought you had feelings for each other, at least you didn't think he had feelings for you- you always would agree that this was strictly friendship only.

But apparently Joseph didn't think that way- and you weren't gonna lie, neither did you- but you never said anything.

"Oh shit, I'm so sorry-" he said, only to get caught off by you.

"I should uh, I should probably get going-" you said, just pretty much in shock at what he said as you quickly climbed off his lap and got off the bed.

"Wait- y/n, darling-" he said, his smooth British accent running through your ears as he quickly stood up from the bed as well.

You just quickly shook your head, keeping your gaze down as you quickly grabbed your shoes and sped out the bedroom.

"I'll- I'll call you Joe.. okay?" You said, quickly grabbing your bag while he followed you, and you refused to meet his gaze.

"Wait let me explain please-" he said, but before anything else could happen- you had left, slamming the door behind you to get to your flat as quickly as possible…

As soon as you got to your flat, you started freaking out.

He loved you?!?! No- that's not possible, you guys are just friends- hell, you guys are just fuck buddies!

You weren't freaking out in a negative way- more like in a "holy shit" way.

You never really thought about having feelings for Joe-

of course there would be moments where you would look into his eyes, noticing how pretty they truly were.

Or how hot his messy curls looked in the morning after a wild night-

Or how that little slutty chain would dangle from his neck as he hovered over you.

Oh fuck it- he was hot as shit, and you liked him.

But it was just such a shock for him to actually like you back… but what if he didn't?-

Maybe it was just an 'in the moment' thing, maybe he was thinking of another girl-

Soon all these thoughts were cut off by a loud knock on your front door.

You jumped at the sound, instantly knowing who it was- and you didn't want to answer it.

"Y/n, love- are you home?.." Joseph's beautiful voice rang out through your wooden door.

You just stood in your living room, staring at the door as he continued to knock on it- obviously eager to talk to you.

Soon enough of just standing there, silently panicking to yourself, you just sucked up the courage to go answer the door.

A shaky breath escaped your lips as you headed over to the door, your hand resting on the doorknob before you turned it open.

Your eyes were instantly met with his worried brown doe eyes-

He looked anxious, nervous, like he felt like he fucked up big time- which he did feel.

Your eyes moved down to look at his outfit- he was wearing some pretty good looking flared jeans, a nice button down shirt and his brown leather jacket over it, his hands resting in his pocket as he stood there nervously.

"Can I?.." he said, looking down at you, instantly making eye contact with you.

It was an obvious habit of his with people, making eye contact whenever he talked- just so people knew he was listening to them.

You just quickly broke it, bringing your gaze down to the ground as you gave a small nod, avoiding his gaze once again while he walked into the small flat you owned.

As soon as you noticed his shoes walk onto your wood floors, you slowly closed the front door behind him, continuing to keep your eyes down.

"I- uh, I think we need to talk.." he muttered, his voice soft and smooth as you noticed his feet turn towards you- meaning he was facing you.

"There's nothing to talk about Joe.." you mumbled, your voice quiet as you were too nervous to say anything- afraid that this might be it, the end to everything..

Soon you felt two bulky, firm fingers grip onto your chin, lifting your face up to meet his eyes- which you did.

He had a soft look in his eyes, causing them to sparkle as they looked down into yours- god he was perfect.

You two just stood for a while, admiring each other while feeling your lips slowly move more and more closer together.

"You’re right.. maybe there isn't any words to say.." you heard him whisper, his voice was so soft as it ran through your ears.

You could feel his breath on your lips as his face basically hovered over yours, causing a small chill to run down your spine.

Finally- his lips were pressed against yours, and you leaned into the soft but passionate kiss.

Both your eyes fluttered shut as you stood there, his hand holding your face firmly.

After standing there, slowly but passionately kissing him, you slowly pulled away- your eyes opening to meet his which were so close to yours.

"I love you too Joe.."

[indouloureux]

i’ve never seen any works or blurbs about drunk or high eddie :(( he’d be so clingy and worked up mghhfhdhdfff begging you to take care of the rock hard boner he just popped in the middle of the party

shkshsks okay okay

18+ mdni — handjob bc drunk eddie (consented but reader is still wary since, yknow, he's drunk), minimal sex talk lol, slight mommy kink bc eddie only says "mama" twice, cum eating

"babe,"

drawled vowels said into a drunken slur, eddie slumps his entire body on your back. you yelp, drink almost spilling on your shirt, turning around to see his face all crimson from the alcohol and hair all slick from the heat between the bodies of horny teens. you place the cup aside, taking his face into your hands.

"eddie," you yell a little, lifting his head up. "what happened, baby?"

"look," he takes your hand off his head, shoving it down his crotch. your face widens, cheeks flaring because he's basically letting you fondle him in public. eddie's pressing your palm right on the bulge on his trousers, his gaze on yours half-lidded and glossy. "i've got a boner."

"i can feel it," you snort. "want some help? you're drunk, eddie."

"i consent!" he shouts. "i always consent to you. sober eddie says yes. drunk eddie," his voice lowers, leaning to whisper in your ear. "always says yes."

you take his hand. "alright. but it's gonna be quick honey, okay?"

you know he doesn't care, especially when all he does is grumble as a smirk comes up to his face, stumbling between the suffocating crowd as you pull him to the nearest (and vacant) bathroom nearby.

the door closes loudly, music muffled and your ears relaxing from the blaring sounds of tone-deaf people. eddie rests his hip on the sink, watching you lock the door before you rest your back to the wall beside him.

"alright, eds," you straighten your back, shaking your hands. "pants off."

eddie giggles. "yes ma'am,"

you watch as he fumbles with the handcuffs on his belt, his hands swatting yours away when you try to help. and when he's done, he's pulling it down until it's pooled around his ankles, and he's spared himself the painful tightness when eddie brought his briefs with his jeans on the ground.

the swollen mushroom tip of his cock slaps on his clothed stomach, a bit of precum staining his shirt. you feel your mouth water, his shaft all veiny and hard, and eddie's smirking at your stupefied reaction.

"go crazy, mama," he juts his hips.

you do. with a quick lick to your palm, your hand wrapping around from the bottom of his base until it swipes up to gyrate around his head. eddie grunts, loud, but still unheard from the party outside. "fuck, eddie. what's got you so hard?"

eddie reaches his arms out to pull you close to him, hands squeezing your ass as he throws his head back to the cupboard mirror. "this ass." he growls. "you know i'm always horny, honey."

his chuckle swiftly turns into a moan when your hand moves fast, the slick sounds of your saliva and his precum echoing around the small bathroom. there's a hot pool between your legs, clit throbbing at the way his veins press against the heating flesh of your palm as your other hand comes to fondle with the heavy sack beneath, balls full of cum.

"god, if you weren't drunk right now, would've given you a blowie," you bite your lip, thumb swiping over the slit on his helmet. "maybe you could have fucked me from behind too."

"but i consent!"

you squeeze his shaft, making him whimper. "and you're drunk. 'drunk eddie' gets a handjob." you move your hand faster, smirking when he keeps on letting out low gasps and grunts. "don't tell me what to do, alright,"

"alright, babe," his eyes roll to the back of his head, and you can see how red the tip of his cock's turning. you twist and fuck fist into his length. "fuck. i'm close, mama. ngh— i'm gonna cum!"

you don't stop until white ropes of cum shoot out to his shirt, some to yours and most of it onto your hand. eddie mewls as it spurts out, hand unstopping until nothing comes out and all you've left to do is lick the cum off your hand.

eddie moans quietly when you take each finger into your mouth, sucking longer when you're cleaning your thumb. needy, he pries your hands away and kisses you, his tongue right in your open mouth.

alcohol, weed, and pizza (you think), mingling with the taste of his cum on your tongue. eddie sighs against you, nose deep beside yours as he cups your face into his mouth, drinking you like you've got what he needs inside his mouth.

he breaks away, panting, chuckling softly. "think i just got sober, honey."

eddie wraps his arm around you, the other massaging your waist as you reach behind to pull on the tissue paper and wipe your shirts. "still not giving you a blowjob, babe," you wipe on his shirt, him pressing a kiss to your temple. "now help me remove this, please? you've got jizz all over you."

[cherrycocaineee]

27. Eddie Munson - Kinks Eddie Definitely Had Before Y’all Got Together

* Warning: female reader! Smut, kinks, mature language. NSFW 18+ *

- Knife Play

From the moment Eddie Munson saw you, saw how soft and delicate your skin was, he knew how well you’d pair with his pocket knife. The metal drawing against your cloud-like skin causes a bit of blood to escape from the small cut. He just couldn’t get it out of his head. The first time the two of you had sex, Eddie was a bit nervous to ask but once he did, he couldn’t believe your response. You were okay with it, you wanted to give it a try. Now Eddie can’t imagine himself dicking you down without the cool metal of his knife dragging along your thighs or your collar bone.

It was cold, almost resembling ice as the sharp edge was dragged slowly against your stomach. Eddie’s eyes watched carefully as he memorized all of his favorite spots on your body. They looked so pretty but he’d also admitted that they looked prettier with his pocket knife gliding effortlessly against you. A few times the blade drew blood but nothing too concerning that made you want him to stop. Your eyes fluttered close as Eddie’s blade made its way to your thighs.

   “Eddie,” you whined, clearly frustrated that he was slamming his cock into you.

  A laugh rang through your ears as Eddie kissed your forehead. He loved teasing you, loved the idea of you begging for him while he sketched over your fair skin with his knife. Eddie hooked the knife under your panties, his mouth leaving wet kisses against your neck as he cut your panties off. He nearly came in his pants at the sight of your leaking cunt. The light inside his bedroom caused your juices to shine which just made him twitch.

  “So pretty,” he moaned.

When he called you pretty, you felt like you actually were pretty. And you were, Eddie never said anything he didn’t mean. He hooked his blade to the other side of your panties, cutting that side too and completely ruining your panties more. Then he pressed the tip of the ice cold metal against the skin just above your aching cunt. Propping yourself up on your elbows so you could see Eddie’s hands work its magic. Eddie watched you.

  “You admiring my handy work?” He whispers, “like watching me play with you like this? So dangerous, baby.”

 “Y-yes,” you breathed out.

   “But you want more, huh?”

 You nodded eagerly, tired of all of the teasing.

  “W-wanna feel you, please.”

  Pulling the blade away from you, Eddie moved to his knees and took off his hellfire shirt. His tattooed skin had you whining and moving your bare hips back and forth. He laughed, knowing you were desperate for him to ravage you. You’d grown to love the feeling of the cold blade against your neck while he rocked his hips into you. Eddie climbed to his feet, the blade hitting the blankets as he unbuckled his pants and let them fall to the ground along with all of the other clothing the two of you had discarded.

  “Let’s try something different, baby girl,” he moaned, “turn onto your stomach.”

  Of course you obeyed, twisting your body so that you laid on your stomach, face buried into the pillow. The bed behind you sunk in as Eddie positioned himself behind you, your legs already spread wide enough so he could see your dripping heat. After a moment, you were wondering what was taking Eddie so long to fill you up. But then he grabbed your hair, the strands feeling soft in his rough, calloused hands, and felt him pull your hair back so that your eyes were met with his paint-peeled wall. The cool blade pressing effortlessly against your throat. You gulped.

  “I wanna fuck you while holding this against your neck,” he hoarsed, “wish there was a mirror in here, so I can watch myself fuck you just like this.”

  You whined at his lewd words. Eddie laughed again, yanking at your hair once more causing you to feel the tip of the blade press harder against your skin. You swallow the thick saliva that’s coated your mouth but oddly enough it feels dry as hell. You felt the feeling of something warm and wet running down your throat. Eddie peered over at you and wiped his finger over the surface. Crimson blood was coating his finger.

  “Didn’t hurt, did it?” He asked.

 “N-no,” you breathed.

  “Good.”

 You didn’t get to say anything else because Eddie slammed himself into you, your pussy squeezing him tightly as he kept a steady pace while pulling your hair.

 “Eddie,” you cried, “it feels so good.”

 “Yeah baby,” he croaked, “tell me how good it feels princess.”

    With each praise you gave him on how he was fucking you so fucking good, he went harder and rougher. The sound of y’all’s skin slapping filled Eddie’s room as he pounded into you relentlessly. Loud, pornographic moans tumbled from your lips, Eddie was holding the blade against you back while watching you intently. There was nothing better than watching someone so pretty unfold beneath him.

  “God, a perfect slut,” Eddie moaned, “taking me so fucking well. Love it when I pound that little cunt.”

  With each erotic word that left his lips, Eddie felt your walls tighten around his shaft. His hips stuttered from the tight hold you had on him, the veins that decorated every inch of his dick felt all of you. You were so wet, your pussy gushing glistening juices as he fucked himself into, that now Eddie was able to reach deeper than he’s ever had. Practically touching your cervix with the tip of his red tip.

  “Fucking hell,” Eddie hissed, “I could fuck your little pussy all day and you’d still be so tight. Like a perfect glove, baby.”

  “L-like a glove,” you stuttered, a familiar knot forming in your lower stomach.

     Eddie knew you were close, the familiar sight of your tongue dripping between your lips, your breasts heaving as you panted like a bitch in heat, you were becoming incoherent as you just let the words drip from your sweet mouth. Oh how Eddie wished he had shoved his cock into your mouth, letting the red tip prod at the back of your throat. The idea of cumming inside your mouth while he held his pocket knife to your throat making him move his hips faster.

  “Fucking hell,” Eddie groaned.

  You started moving your hips, meeting all of Eddie’s thrust as you felt the band in your stomach snap. Loud moans echoed throughout the room, stars and sparkles clouding your eyesight as Eddie helped you through you aching high. You collapsed, Eddie having to hold your lower half to keep you from moving. Where was the blade? Well, Eddie still had it pressed into your skin but at this point he’d forgotten how hard he was pressing and some blood was dripping onto his bedding. You didn’t seem to care, you were too busy trying to ride out your own high. But the sight of you covered in sweat, cum, all fucked out with a bit of blood running from the wound of his knife was enough to send Eddie over the edge.

  “F-fuck,” he cried out, dropping the knife so it didn’t hurt you anymore as he pulled his cock out of your sloppy pussy and busted on your back, “oh my fucking, God!”

  You were filthy.

 Eddie took a few moments to catch his breath then climbed to his feet so he could find something to clean you off. Once the two of you were cleaned up, Eddie turned his attention to your wounds. They weren’t big ones, just small cuts from the sharp blade. He cleaned them up with some Neosporin and put a Blue’s Clues bandage over them.

  “There you go, love,” he hummed, “all cleaned up.”

 “Thank you, Eddie,” you whispered.

  He ran his fingers over your face and stared at you lovingly. You, on the other hand, were dozing off. Eddie pulled the blanket over you and him, pulled you against his tattooed chest, and sighed. He was lucky to have you because he knew that no one could handle his kinky, sadistic ways during sex.

 “I love you,” Eddie whispered.

 A soft hum leaving your lips. You didn’t say it but it didn’t mean you didn’t love him either, you did and Eddie knew.

- Breeding Kink

Who would have thought that Eddie Munson, the weird guy in school, would have an animalistic need to breed. And who would have thought that that person being bred by Eddie “the freak” Munson would be you, the good girl. You two are polar opposites but you love each other nonetheless and when Eddie asked you if he could stuff you full of his cum, you were eager to please which only made Eddie hornier. You were a good girl after all, telling someone no wasn’t in the cards for you.

Eddie was staring at your thighs; even in a pair of skinny jeans he couldn’t stop imagining his face nuzzled between them prodding at your clit with his tongue. You weren’t doing anything explicitly to make him feel hot and bothered, he just naturally horny when you were around. But could anyone really blame him? Eddie’s brown iris’ watched you intently as you doubled over in laughter, having just heard a terrible joke from Dustin Henderson. Eddie liked Dustin, of course, but he wanted his friend to leave so he could be alone with you. His mind was too fuzzy as he pictured himself inside you, watching you squirm as he told you to beg for him, his ring decorated fingers digging into your pretty thighs as he held you down. He also couldn’t help but picture what you would look like once he stuffed you full of his cum, breeding you. Something about you being full of his cum, carrying his babies, and rubbing your swollen breasts as they leaked milk made it impossible for him to control his urges. Especially with Henderson here cock blocking him.

   A hefty sigh left Eddie’s lips as he ran his fingers over his face. Dustin and you turned to look at the metalhead sitting impatiently on his couch. Dustin raised an eyebrow.

  “Eddie, are you alright?” He quizzed.

 “Fine,” Eddie grumbled, obviously not fine like he just said.

Even though Dustin was clueless to Eddie’s sudden behavior, you weren’t. He always did this when he wanted to be alone with you, pouted and pretended like he wasn’t. It was kind of endearing. Dustin kept prying, trying to find out what was wrong with his friend, but Eddie wasn’t budging, refusing to let Dustin know he was upset. This started an argument between the two of them, both of them snapping at each other. Sighing gently, you came up with a way to make Eddie feel better without him having to bite Dustin’s head off.

  “Dustin,” you say, their attention turning to you, “I’m not feeling so well, I think I’m going to go lay down for a bit. How about I see you tomorrow?”

 “Sure,” Dustin said, “you can come with me to talk to Suzie.”

 You nodded in agreement before walking the young boy out. Waving goodbye, you closed the door. When you turned around, you were greeted by a concerned Eddie and no longer pouting like a child. He reached his hand up and rested the back of it against your forehead.

  “You aren’t feeling well?” He asked, trying to feel for a fever but afraid that he might not be able to detect one.

  “Eddie,” you giggle, “I’m okay. I told Dustin I didn’t feel well so you and I could have some alone time. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”

  “You little minx,” Eddie laughed, “you had me going for a second too.”

  The two of you shared a laugh before you grabbed your jealous boyfriend’s hand and pulled him to his room. The lingering smell of cigarettes, weed, and stale liquor wafting through your nose. In the beginning, you didn’t like the smell because it made you sick but the more you came over, the more you realized that the scent was intoxicating because it was Eddie. You climbed onto the bed, Eddie climbing in next to you, and the two of you watched the ceiling fan spin around.

  “I can’t believe you were jealous of a literal child,” you teased.

 “Pssh,” Eddie scoffed, “I wasn’t jealous. Just see him all the time at school, wanted a break.”

Lie. Eddie loved having Dustin around, they were best friends. In fact, if you hadn’t been here today, Eddie would have spent the whole day with Dustin. However, you being here made Eddie only want you and seeing how the two of you were laughing while he sat on the couch did make him a bit jealous of his friend, even if he was a kid. Just seeing you give all of your attention to Dustin made him needy for you. He wanted to hold you tightly in his arms, wanted to feel your lips against his own, wanted to feel your heartbeat as he nuzzled his head into your chest. The feeling of your soft breasts pressing against his cheek as he listened closely.

  You rolled over and rested your hand on his chest. Eddie’s brown eyes stared deeply into yours, you were smiling knowingly at him and he could feel his heart flutter. You didn’t need to say anything. Eddie lifted his hand up and stroked your cheek, your breathing hushed but still enough for your boyfriend to picture what you’d look like as he teased you with the tip of his cock. He wanted to watch you beg for him as he slipped it delicately between your folds, then moving away just as your breathing quickened. Eventually, he wanted to rock his hips into you, them momentarily stuttering as he tried to adjust to how tight you were. He knew with each push he’d feel your gummy walls flutter around his thick shaft, his precum mixing with your soaked core. But what he really groaned audibly about was the thought of him filling your tight cunt full of his cum. Y’all had never done that before but he wanted to try it. He just wasn’t sure how you’d react when he asked you. He was afraid of your answer.

   You knew Eddie like the back of your hand, every facial expression that he wore on his face was a sign of a different feeling. And by the small pout on his lips and the longing looks he was giving you, you knew he was thinking hard about something.

  “What are you thinking about?” You questioned.

 “I don’t know,” he lied, his eyes still watching your facial features.

  “Liar. Come on, tell me!”

   Smiling, Eddie rolled the two of you over and pressed his forehead against yours. He was searching for something in your eyes, his nerves on edge as he thought of how to ask you if you would be okay with him breeding you tonight.

 “I wanted to see if you were okay with something,” he said, his voice so quiet.

 “And that is?” You pressed, interested in what he wanted to know.

 “Wanted to know if you’d be okay with me breeding you, doll?”

 Immediately there was an aching sensation in between your legs, your pussy feeling wet just from him asking for such a lewd and disgusting act. 

 “W-what’s brought this all of a sudden?” You whimpered.

 “I don’t know. Just thought about it, it’s okay if you don’t wanna,” he assured.

 Of course you wanted to. You wanted to do anything that Eddie wanted to do.

 “I do,” was all you said, causing Eddie’s eyes to widen slightly.

 “Really?” He hummed.

 Nodding your head, you started running your fingers against his clothed chest; you were desperate for some skin to skin contact. Sensing your desperation, Eddie sat up so he could remove his shirt. He tattooed body relaxing into your body once again. A soft whine left your lips as you raked your painted nails against his skin.

  “Pretty girl,” Eddie whispered huskily.

  You dragged your tongue against your plump, pink lips glossing them up. Eddie was practically drooling, the thought of his cock pushing past your lips, his throbbing, veiny cock assaulting your throat as your saliva coated every inch of it. His cock twitched inside his jeans.

  “Let’s play,” he said.

 “Yes, please.” you whined.

A large grin stretched across Eddie’s face as he sat back up, gently tugging at the hem of your shirt so you’d pull it off. When it was, he groaned at the sight of your lacy, pale pink bra. Sneaking his hands behind your back, Eddie snapped the glasp and pulled your bra away from you, exposing your cute, pink nipples. The breeze from the rotating ceiling fan and the chilled room from the cold winter days made your nipples hard. Eddie leaned down and attached his lips to them, rolling his tongue over the peaked buds and pinching them between his teeth.

  “E-Eddie,” you cried out.

 Eddie’s calloused hands tweaked your other nipple causing you to arch your back despite you sitting up. Strings of saliva pulled from your skin as Eddie pulled away, wanting to give some attention to your other perked bud. You ran your fingers through Eddie’s hair, pulling him closer to you just needing to feel all of him. You fell back against the mattress, pulling him on top of you. Eddie traced his lips up your neck, sucking at the supple skin, leaving reddish, purple marks to get darker in the morning. Spreading your legs, he climbed between them and pushed his hips into you. You could feel Eddie’s cock pressed against you so you grind your hips just to feel some type of friction.

  “F-fuck,” he groaned, “if you keep doing that, I’m gonna finish before I’m even inside you.”

  He pushed your hips down into the mattress keeping you from moving against him.

  “Don’t worry baby, I’m going to make you feel so good.”

Eddie’s fingers unbuttoned your jeans and pulled them off of you. You were wearing a matching set of panties. Eddie pushed his face into your soaking, clothed cunt breathing in your scent. Like always, you smelled divine, like roses and cherries, his two favorite smells. Eddie’s nose was pressed into you, your core dampening the tip of his nose.

  “You smell so beautiful,” he grumbled, “I could never get tired of your scent.”

 You were starting to get impatient, you needed something. Eddie hooked his fingers to your panties and pulled them down, revealing your glistening slit. Finally, he dipped his head down and dragged his tongue over you; his tongue releasing a little bit of your nerves as you let a breathy, needy moan. Eddie didn’t waste any time pushing his tongue between your folds and wrapping his lips around your pulsing clit. His big eyes watching you while you kept your eyes screwed shut, the pleasure starting to build into a knot. You could never last long for Eddie and he loved it because that meant he could make you cum multiple times.

  “Oh God,” you sob, “it feels so fucking good, Eds.”

  Eddie only hummed, swirling his tongue over your puffy bud. He was thoroughly enjoying the taste of your dripping cunt, slurping whatever fell from you coating every inch of his taste buds. Your hands gripped the soft sheets beneath you as you let out strings of profanities and moans. With one more long drag of Eddie’s tongue, the band inside your stomach snapped causing you to see stars. Your back arched off the bed as waves and waves of pleasure washed over you, blissful cries of satisfaction ringing throughout Eddie’s bedroom. Luckily his uncle wasn’t here so neither of you had to worry about him hearing you.

  After lapping up all of your juices, Eddie pulled his head away from your spasming heat while licking his lips. He didn’t want to waste a single drop of your essence.

  “Mmm, so good,” Eddie praised while standing up.

 You were panting, your hooded eyes watching as he started to remove his own pants. He dropped his ripped jeans to the floor, your eyes never tearing away from his huge bulge. Eddie smirked, loving the way you eyeballed him in such a lustful way. He beckoned you to come closer with his index finger so you slid off the bed and onto your knees. A light hum filled your ears. Removing his boxers, letting them collect with the other clothes he’d discarded on the carpet, Eddie moved towards you with fixated eyes. He tapped the tip of his blush pink, leaky cock to your lips. It was salty when you licked away his spilling seed.

  “Open up, doll,” he whispered, your mouth dropping as soon as the words left his mouth.

  Eddie slipped his cock into your mouth, a small aching sensation that you’d grown use to causing you to whine. Eddie was thick and with your mouth not being so wide, you’d had trouble fitting him in all the way without the soreness of your jaw intruding. However, you’d grown use to it and the painful pleasure had become something you endured. Your saliva coated every inch of his cock as he began thrusting his hips, your throat contracting as you gagged around his dick. Strings of praises and moans tumbled from Eddie’s lips as he pushed his sweaty hair out of his face. You moaned too, your pussy clenching around nothing. It yearned to feel full but you had to be patient, Eddie loved taking his time.

   To Eddie, the only thing that felt better than your throat was your cunt and that was what he was picturing while he roughly slammed his hips back and forth. Your nose tickled as his soft, curly pubes brushed against your nostrils. Each snap of Eddie’s hips drove him deeper and deeper into your mouth until you could tell he was almost at his reaching point.

  But he stopped just as it was about to hit, his breathing labored and erratic. You stared up at him with dazed, confused eyes. He laughed.

  “Wanna save that for when I’m buried deep inside you,” he assured, “get on the bed.”

 “Okay,” you croaked, throat hoarse from your moans and throat abuse.

  Pushing yourself up, you crawled on top of the bed and laid down. Eddie pried your legs apart and positioned himself between your legs. Eddie watched you intently as he pushed himself into you, your tight pussy squeezing him with each inch of him slid in. The two of you moaned.

  “Eddie,” you whimpered, “so big.”

 “I know, doll, I know,” he whispered, beads of sweat spilling onto your face, “be a good girl and take all of me.”

  You didn’t argue. Once Eddie was all the way inside of you, he started to move his hips to meet yours. His thrust were hard but the pace was slow and agonizing. Eddie was afraid that if he went any faster that he’d finish too quickly. Your fingernails dug into his shoulder, your teeth biting your bottom lip so hard that you started to taste blood. Eddie smashed his lips into yours as his pace quickened, knowing that it was pure torture for his gorgeous girl if he didn’t move fast enough. He released your lips, them swollen from you biting them and his lips being so rough.

 “Eddie,” you moaned, “oh, fuck, you…you feel so good.”

 “You do too, love,” he groaned, his hands gripping the sheets underneath you, “such a perfect pussy for me.”

  Eddie was starting to stutter and you were sure he was close by the way he moved his hips and pushed his head into your neck. You were also close, the skin above his cock hitting you just right causing waves of intense pleasure to pulse through the bundle of nerves that desperately needed attention. Eddie moved one hand to the back of your head, making you look at him as he tangled his fingers into your hair. His pace quickened.

  “I want you to cum first,” he hummed, “you think you can do that baby, for me. Want you to cum all over this fucking cock of mine, get it all messy before I breed that tight, little cunt. Wanna make you a pretty mommy, see you swollen with my babies.”

  His words were much different compared to how he normally talked dirty. It was more hungry and yearning like he couldn’t live without it. It was just as attractive as his original words. Eddie watched you with lustful eyes, beckoning for you to cum. Shapes and colors clouded your vision, even Eddie was starting to look blurry and unplaced. You reached your hand down between y’all’s overly sweaty bodies and started rubbing your clit. Pretty moans left your lips as you rubbed your aching clit, your hips meeting each of Eddie’s thrust. He was hitting all of the right spots.

  “Eddie, I’m gonna fucking cum,” you cried out, tears streaming down your pale cheeks from the amount of pleasure beating through you, “oh, fuck yes! Don’t fucking stop!”

  “Yeah?” He panted, “don’t stop? You want it so bad, huh?”

  You nodded, “so bad!”

    Eddie’s hand wrapped around your throat, the air left in your legs clinging to you as he pounded relentlessly into your cervix. The tip of his cock bullying your g-spot helps you reach your climax more. There’s a ringing noise in your ears as you gush all over his dick, your mouth hanging open but no sound coming out. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

  “That’s a good girl,” Eddie choked, even though you couldn’t hear him very well, “make a mess, doll. Soak my cock.”

   Eddie helped you ride out your high, his cock showing no signs of letting up.

 “Fuck baby,” he groaned, “so sloppy. What a whore.”

His hips glided with yours and started losing its rhythm as he got closer to his own orgasm.

  “Here…here it comes, fuck! Gonna fill you up so fucking good, doll.” 

   With a few more thrust, Eddie’s cock twitched before spilling ropes of his white load into your bruised cunt, the walls being painted with him cum. He held you down and fucked his seed into you, never pulling out so it stayed in. Your legs were pressed against your chest as he slowed down. You felt full. Eventually, Eddie came to a complete stop before pulling out. His eyes stared at your slippery heat and smiled with satisfaction when none of his orgasm escaped.

  “How you feeling?” He asked.

  You could only nod your head, giving him a weak thumbs up. You were tired and used up, your eyes felt heavy as they began to close. But when Eddie moved, you opened them again. He crawled into the bed with you, pulling your naked body against his own. Y’all were sticky but that didn’t matter right now. When the two of you woke up, you’d shower and clean yourselves but now it was time to rest. Nuzzling his head into you, stroking your stomach, Eddie whispered sweet words into your ear helping you fall asleep faster. Eddie just watched, picturing you all plump with his kid.

  “Gonna be a beautiful mommy,” he whispered before drifting off to sleep alongside you.

- Jealousy Sex

Eddie was just the type of guy to get jealous even when a guy just looked at you. It didn’t even have to be a long look, just a quick glance, and he’d be pissed. Of course you’ve tried to calm him down, saying it was just a harmless glance but that didn’t change anything. Eddie wanted people to know that you were his and only his, that he didn’t fucking share. And you’d be lying if you didn’t say jealousy sex wasn’t the best because Eddie loved to mark you up and you loved having hickies on your body for days.

School was running like normal, even the approaching storm outside wasn’t enough to stop the everyday movement of Hawkins’ High. Eddie is sitting at the head of his Hellfire Club table, his group of D&D nerds gathered around like he was some type of king. But he was only one of many. However, he had something that the other kings didn’t have and that was you. And that irked them, especially Jason, the king of the football field. You were a good girl who came from a loving family, people naturally gravitated towards you because you were extremely friendly for your own good, you were just radiating. And you were all Eddie’s. How Eddie “the freak” Munson managed to snag something so perfect, no one knew and that was another thing that annoyed Jason. So today was the day that Jason was going to show you that you deserve someone better than a guy who plays a lame ass game for nerds and couldn’t even graduate with his own class.

  Or so he thought…

  He was unaware of how devoted you were to Eddie Munson…

  Either way, he’d set himself up to fail because you weren’t going anywhere that didn’t involve Eddie.

When you walked into the cafeteria, people turned their heads naturally. Your pretty, slightly curled hair flowed to the midst of your back and swayed as you walked. You didn’t have to wear skirts to look pretty but God did it help when you did. Today, you wore a pink plaid skirt that just barely reached your thighs revealing your light skin that damn near sparkled in the sun, a pair of white shoes encased your feet, underneath the cropped, light pink jacket you wore was a plain white, spaghetti strapped shirt that was also cropped so a bit of your stomach was revealed, and around that sweet, little neck of yours was a pretty, gold necklace with a golden dove on it. Too pretty for your own good. Not even noticing the way Jason is eye fucking you from across the lunch room, his hooded eyes lusting over how revealed you are. It should be against the law for you to walk around like that.

  Even though you didn’t notice, Eddie did. He was watching it happen right in front of his darkening brown eyes, his pupils darting between you and Jason. Jason’s blue eyes tracing over your body while you were too busy talking to one of your friends. It pissed Eddie off beyond belief. So when you did eventually walk over to him, he was quick to throw his hand around you wanting to assert dominance as soon as possible. Which definitely earned a glare from Jason.

 “Hey, baby doll,” Eddie hummed sweetly.

 “Hey, love,” you said back, your dusty pink lips stretching into a grin.

 Eddie loved it when you called him things like “love” or “honey” or “baby,” it made him feel loved and despite him being jealous, he knew that you didn’t want anyone else but him. But he could still see Jason staring at you, this time his eyes were looking at your ass. That made Eddie growl, something primal and feral beating through him. Of course you noticed and turned to see what he was seeing. By this time, Jason had made his way over to you, causing Eddie to tighten his grip.

  “Hey,” Jason greeted, completely ignoring Eddie which just pissed him off more.

 “Hey, Jason,” you replied politely.

 You weren’t mean and that meant that you didn’t see the way people looked at you because you were only focused on enjoying a polite conversation.

  “I’ve got two tickets to the new movie they released,” Jason continued, his eyes momentarily flickering to Eddie, “wanted to see if you’d like to join me tonight?”

  His question not only shocked you but it kind of irritated you as well which was hard to do in the first place. But you’re a nice girl, and freaking out in the middle of the cafeteria was not your forte so you politely decline.

  “I have a boyfriend so I don’t think that would be appropriate,” you say sweetly.

 A little too kind for Eddie. All he wanted to do was rip Jason’s throat out. You knew it, everyone sitting at his table knew it, and even Jason knew it. He just didn’t care.

  “Please, Munson’s hardly a boyfriend,” Jason laughed, “he’s more of a pet. You need a real man.”

 There was no time for you to respond because Eddie had had enough.

  “Excuse me!” Eddie growled, “you’ve really got a set of fucking balls on you to march up here and ask my girl out like that!”

  You reached your hands up and gently pried Eddie’s arm off of you as he was starting to squeeze.

 “Please, you didn’t even notice how you just held her in a death grip,” Jason snapped, “she needs someone who will take care of her, not hurt her, freak!”

  That hurt Eddie. He’d never hurt you and despite him trying to pretend like it didn’t faze him, you saw it. If he wasn’t standing right here in front of everyone, he would be burying his face into his palms while crying. He loved you. And you knew it. So turning to Jason, you decided to do the one thing you never did. Be mean.

  “Don’t talk to Eddie that way!” You yelled, “I love him! And what I don’t need is some prissy jock walking up to me and telling me who I need to be with. So…”

  Everyone was staring at you, eyes wide as they watched the scene unfold.

 “So fuck you!” You hissed, a wave of uncoordinated gasp echoing against the walls.

 Immediately, you grabbed Eddie’s hand and pulled him out of the silent lunch room and headed for somewhere where you and Eddie could be alone. What better place than an old Janitor’s closet? Pushing the door closed, you locked it so that no one could barge in unexpectedly, wanting to give Eddie all the time he needed to calm down. He was filled with so much rage and jealousy, you were afraid that he’d lose it in the middle of everyone. Eddie propped himself up against the wall, his head staring down at the ground while he gripped his jeans tightly. His hands, decorated in bulky metal rings, gripped his plain, black, ripped jeans. You walked over to him, taking your own hand and placing it against his shoulder.

  “Eddie,” you whispered, “it’s okay.”

 “It’s not okay,” Eddie muttered, his hands instantly grabbing your waist, “I just want to rip his fucking head off his shoulders.”

  He looked up at you, anger still evident in his eyes. You couldn’t help but giggle, this wasn’t your first time dealing with jealous Eddie.

 “Who the hell does that prick think he is?” Eddie continued, “like he had a damn shot. You’re too pretty for him, hell, you’re too pretty for anyone.”

 “But I’m not too pretty for you,” you hummed, “in fact, I believe I was made just for you.”

A growl left his lips as he nodded. You were made for him and how dare anyone look at you, or approach you. Eddie’s grip on your waist tightened as he pushed you against the wall, a small thud hitting both your ears. A soft gasp left your lips as he dipped his head down and started sucking on your soft neck, his teeth digging into the sensitive area before he ran his hot tongue against the sore spot. Eddie’s hands didn’t waste time running up and down your exposed thighs, his knee moving your skirt up giving him more room to work with. He’d become so needy within seconds and all because a boy you didn’t like back had feelings for you. Jealous Eddie was possessive and needy, your favorite.

 “Eddie,” you moaned, feeling his nails dig into your flesh.

 He was still working his way down your neck, your poor flesh probably now covered in deep purpling marks. He huffed against your skin, shivers running down your spine as you felt the cool breath touch your damp flesh.

 “You’re mine. Only mine. He can’t fucking have you. No one can.”

  A quiet giggle from your lips turned into a lustful moan as he pries your legs more apart, letting his knee rest against your clothed cunt. A grin stretches out across Eddie’s face because he loves the way your voice sounds. So pretty when you sounded so desperate just for him. It drove him wild.

 “You drive me fucking crazy,” he hissed, one hand dropping and cupping your already heated pussy, “wanna show everyone who you belong to.”

  How could you say no?

    You couldn’t.

Instead, you just gave in because all you wanted was him. A quick nod of your head was all Eddie needed before he pressed a sloppy kiss to your lips then dropped to his knees. He pushed your skirt up, telling you to hold it for him which you did, then he continued to pull your panties down. God he loved it when you wore the white pair with the cute little bow on the front, they made you look so fucking damn innocent. A groan left his lips as he looked up and already saw your glistening cunt, your juices overflowing to the point that a little ran down your trembling thighs. You just watched him carefully, your breath shaky and welcoming.

   “Who made you this wet, doll?” He asked.

 “You,” you whisper, your voice barely audible.

  One of Eddie’s ring decorated fingers slid against your slit, the wetness sticking to it and pulling into a string when he pulled his finger away. He popped it into his mouth, never tearing his eyes away from your heat as he lapped up whatever juice he’d collected on his finger. How could he describe your taste? It was so perfect like he was eating a well prepared fruit bowl that tasted sweet and refreshing. Eddie’s eyes darted to your face, a soft groan leaving his lips at how precious you looked barely even grazed by him. He took pleasure in knowing that you were here next to him instead of in that cafeteria where everyone could eye fuck you. He got to actually fuck you, so maybe he shouldn’t have been so jealous, but he couldn’t help it.

  “I’m sorry I got so jealous,” Eddie mumbled, “just hate the idea of that ass anywhere near you.”

  You only smiled sweetly, not being able to answer because you were too focused on him kneeling in front of you. Eddie said something else but it was incoherent. Eddie leaned down and ran his tongue against your slick folds, his tongue dragging painfully slow against you as he tried to taste every inch of you. His nails left crescent marks in your thighs as he continued to push his tongue deeper into your folds. Your fingers grasped Eddie’s messy strands, your skirt being held by your arm loosely. You could feel your breathing picking up as you felt yourself get closer and closer to your high. The only thing that felt better than his tongue dipped inside of you was his fucking cock dragging against your gummy insides while he moaned into your ear.

  “Eddie,” you whimpered, your legs wobbling, “I-I’m so cl-close.”

  He only hummed, his lips wrapping around your clit as he softly sucked, letting his tongue run over it gently. Eddie could feel you quivering. He could tell you were so close to your climax and he was so desperate to taste all of you, he started moving his tongue faster and sucking harder. You yanked at his hair, grinding your hips against his face as you saw nothing but white, your climax finally falling over you. You didn’t even care if the moans that fell from your lips were loud and pornographic, knowing Eddie loved the sound of his name falling from your sweet lips as drool pooled in the corner. When Eddie pulled away from you, you could see all of your juices clinging to his face. He ran his tongue over his lips, a grin appearing on his face as he tasted your sweetness.

  “So fucking messy,” he moaned.

  You were panting, stars flashing in your line of vision as he came down from your high. Eddie could see your fucked out expression but he wasn’t done with you. He wanted the whole school to know that you weren’t going anywhere. You practically belonged to him. Standing to his feet, Eddie gripped your thighs tightly before picking you up and pressing himself into you. His jean covered bulge rubbing against your already tired pussy as you soaked his jeans. You felt embarrassed by it, trying to figure out what you or Eddie would say to anyone who asked about the wet spot. Eddie, on the other hand, was grinding his hard on against you, moaning at the friction his pace was causing. Little whimpers left your glossy lips, your lipstick fighting hard to keep your lips painted, and deep growls and groans left Eddie’s lips as he quickened his pace. If he didn’t stop, he was going to cum in his pants.

Having to fight himself, he pulled away so he could unbutton his pants and remove his aching cock. The blood from his brain had made its way down to his cock and it was throbbing.

   “I need you so bad,” Eddie whined, his voice full of desperation.

 “Please, Eddie, fuck me,” you mutter, wanting to feel his thick cock abusing your already spent cunt.

   “How can I say no when you asked so fucking nicely.”

  Eddie let his pants pull to his ankles, along with his boxers, his bright red tip pushing against your folds. You moaned lightly. Eddie was chuckling into your neck, a single hand gripping the zipper to your pink jacket and pulling it down. Eddie groaned at the sight of your nipples poking through the white, spaghetti strapped, cropped shirt. You hadn’t worn a bra today.

  “No bra?” Eddie hissed, “such a fucking slut. You wanted to get fucked today, huh?”

 Of course you did. After school, Eddie normally took you back to his place and the two of you shared in some passionate love making but this was equally as good.

   Eddie pushed his thick cock into you, moans leaving both your lips as you rocked your hips into him wanting him deeper inside you. Eddie pushed you tightly against the wall, clicking his tongue in the process. He almost felt ashamed of being jealous because here you were all needy and ready for his cock to roughly pound into you. Eventually, after carefully pushing himself into you, Eddie’s hips started to rock into you faster and harder. Some of the leftover cleaning supplies toppled over and crashed to the floor as he buried himself into you with such force. Your tongue rolled out of your mouth, drool slipping and landing on your chest, eyes crossed and breasts bouncing as he fucked you.

  “E-Eddie,” you pant, hands gripping his shoulders.

  “All mine,” he groaned, “fuck, I don’t know what I’d do without you. I’ll kill anyone who thinks they can take you away from me. Fuck, baby.”

  It was an empty threat. You had a better time believing that Eddie would start a punching match with someone rather than believing he was capable of killing someone. He wasn’t that sick minded, even if he liked to pretend he was.

  All of your thoughts in your head resurfaced when Eddie removed his cock from inside you. You whined but Eddie just clicked his tongue while letting your legs drop. They were wobbly and you had a hard time standing up on your own, but luckily you didn’t have for long. Eddie turned you around, your ass pressed against him as he slipped himself back into you from behind. God you’d never felt so fucking full.

  “Don’t worry, doll,” he growled, “I’m not done with you. I want this whole school to know who’s making you feel this good.”

  Eddie snapped his hips roughly making you slam against the wall. More cleaning products fell off the shelves and cluttered around y’all’s feet. Eddie moaned at the sight of his dick disappearing between your legs, feeling your cunt tightly wrap around him and squeeze him while your juices coated every inch of him. He leaned forward attaching his mouth to your shoulder and digging his teeth into your flesh, this earned a lewd moan from you that the two of you were sure others heard. Gripping on leg, Eddie lifted it so he could fuck you deeper.

  “Fuck, just like that, Eddie,” you cried, your hands fumbling to grab onto something.

 “My God,” Eddie croaked, “you feel so good, baby. Taking my cock so well like a good little girl.”

  “Just…just for you.”

  “Just for me.”

 Eddie knew you’d never leave him. The two of you were meant to be together, not to mention there would be no reason for you to leave. He treated you like a queen.

  “I’m gonna cum again,” you pant.

 “Fuck yes.”

    His speed got faster, a single hand slamming down on your bare ass leaving a red mark to be seen tomorrow. The thought of leaving a handprint on your ass sent jolts of electricity through him as he brought his hand down again for another slap. You screwed your eyes shut as you felt a etire wave of pleasure gush over you. The leg you were standing on buckled and you would have fallen if it wasn’t for Eddie holding you and the wall keeping you upwards. Stars blurred your vision as a loud moan rippled from your lips, Eddie’s pace never stopping as he plunged himself into you repeatedly. Your cum dripped all the way down his cock and clung to his balls which slapped aimlessly against what they could reach.

  “Eddie,” you mewled, exhausted.

 “Al-almost there,” he gasped, “gonna fill you up. Fuck, wanna watch my cum drip from your slutty hole. Maybe I’ll even make you…make you go out there with my cum running down your legs. Fuck, fuck. That’ll show that asshole you’re mine.”

  You couldn’t help but cry at his degrading words, they were almost lewd enough to make you cum for a third time.

  “I-I’m gonna cum,” Eddie huskily growled, “fuck, I’m cumming.”

   With a deep moan and his hips sputtering against yours, you felt Eddie release all of his seed into your plushy pink walls filling you to the absolute brim. All that could be heard was the sound of the two of you panting as Eddie kept himself buried inside of you, not wanting to let you go just yet. He wished the two of you were at his house because then the two of you could cuddle under the sheets and drift off to sleep. But you guys were at school.

Eventually, Eddie pulled his softening cock out of your sore body earning a whimper and whine from you as he did so. Almost immediately, Eddie’s cum started running down your legs mixed with your own essence. He could practically drool at the sight. When you were stable enough to move on your own, you pushed yourself off the cool, concrete wall and looked around for something to clean yourself with. Eddie then pulled at your white shirt.

  “I mean, you’ve already drooled all over it,” he laughed.

  He held your jacket while you removed it, revealing your pretty, plump breasts. His eyes watched them carefully while you cleaned yourself up before putting on your pink jacket again. It was like before, nothing about your outfit changing besides the white shirt. Maybe no one would notice.

  Eddie took your white shirt and stuffed it into his pocket before the two of you walked out of the janitor��s closet. There wasn’t anyone in the hall, surprisingly, and you felt like the two of you didn’t have to say anything about what happened in the closet because you were sure the two of you were loud. However, when the two of you entered the cafeteria again, everyone’s eyes were on you. And you thought it was because they had heard y’all fucking until you saw Eddie holding up your white shirt that was now covered in his and your cum. A large smile was present on his face because he was proud of what he had just accomplished. Normally, you’d be upset if he paraded around letting everyone know that he just fucked you but there was a since of satisfaction knowing that everyone, especially Jason, were shocked to see that Eddie “the freak” Munson had bagged a complete package. All the while everyone thought you were a sweet, innocent girl but in reality you were a complete freak but only for the kind of freak’s himself.

[joekeeryswife]

Can I request a fluffy Joseph Quinn x fem. reader oneshot where reader wakes up to find Joe playing with their 1 year old daughter?

mornings - j.q

how do you guys come up with such cute concepts 🥹 honestly have no idea if this is what you want so sorry about that. probably has a lot of mistakes, probably is awful but enjoy i guess <3

also just wanted to add- now, this isn’t for compliments or sympathy as i know it can be looked at in that way but, i am honestly not doing to good recently. whether it’s body image or mentally it’s just all too much and writing is seriously my only escape so thank you to everyone who requests. i really appreciate you guys taking my mind off it

every day without fail your daughter, Penelope, would wake you up. there wasn't a morning from the day she was born where you weren't woken up by her. you were honestly very jealous of Joseph as he'd sleep through her whining and sleep till around 9ish. sleeping till nine to you seemed like a dream.

Joseph didn't know that you were still being woken up by Penelope, you'd tell him you got your sleep but you didn't. you didn't want to disturb his sleep as he'd been working so hard and he had interviews coming up and who wants to be tired in an interview?

it was a Sunday morning. the sun was bright and there was a small breeze coming through the bedroom from the half open bedroom window. Joseph was woken up by loud cries coming from Penelope's room. he checked the time, the clock read 8:09. for him, it was way to early to be up. he turned to look at you, seeing your sleeping body turned towards him. he'd only just noticed the slight bags under your eyes from the lack of sleep you were getting.

he bent down to kiss your forehead before lifting the covers off himself and walked towards Penelope's bedroom. he opened the bedroom door, seeing her sat on her bed, tears rolling down her face. he walked to her crib, seeing her arms go up for him to grab her. he gave her a closed mouth smile before bending down to pick her up. "good morning sweetheart. what are you doing up so early?" he asked, knowing he wouldn't get a reply from her except babbles.

she wrapped her tiny arms around his neck and he kissed her temple, his hand rubbing up and down her back softly. she calmed down quite quickly so he walked back into the bedroom and got back into bed, bringing his knees up so he could let her lean against them. he saw you in the exact same position you were in when he left the bedroom ten minutes prior.

Penelope looked at her dad with adoration. she was definitely a daddy’s girl and it was obvious to anyone that she loved him so much. Joseph smiled at his daughter who blushed profusely. he let his hand move to stroke her cheek and then move down to tickle her neck. she giggled loudly, making him smile and shush her. “shh sweetheart. we can’t wake mama up” he whispered, the smile never leaving his face.

she smiled and let her hands move to her face, her right fist entering her mouth making Joseph swat it away softly. “no biting yourself, come on, you’re one years old you should know this by now” he whispered, looking at her with wide eyes. her smile grew, showing her four baby teeth, two on the top and two on the bottom. Penelope babbled, trying to talk about something Joseph couldn’t understand but went along with it anyway. “wow bug did that really happen? no way. that so cool” he said, acting shocked as she babbled along. sometimes you and Joseph would talk about her babbles and wonder what she said. this morning in particular, he wished he knew what she was saying in her little language.

Joseph let his head fall back, accidentally hitting his head harshly on the headboard, making him wince in pain. Penelope stopped babbling and laughed loudly as Joseph’s hand went to rub the back of his head. her giggled filled the silent room as she watched Joseph let out a small ‘ouch’ before looking back at her. “is daddy hurting himself funny to you?” he asked her, his hand moving to tickle her stomach which made her laugh louder.

“is that really funny huh?” he carried on, her laughs only getting louder. he smiled at her. he loved hearing her laughs. you opened your left eye, being woken up to the beautiful sight in front of you. your daughter laughing whilst her daddy tickled her. you loved watching the two of them interact with one another, they were 100% the same person just in two different bodies.

Penelope looked exactly like Joseph, same eyes, same hair, same mouth, same ears, the one thing she inherited from you was your nose. Joseph let his focus move from Penelope to you, seeing you move to sit up. “morning sweetheart, sorry if we woke you” he said, looking at you with a sympathetic smile. you shook your head and smiled back at him. “it’s okay, i’m sorry i didn’t wake up to get her, you need your sleep for your interview” you said, rubbing your eye softly.

“no way, you need your sleep as well love, i’m glad i woke up first honestly, you wake up with her every morning” he said, watching as you moved to let your head rest on his chest. he kissed your forehead and let a hand brush through your knotted hair. you felt the warmth of his body radiate onto yours as you let your eyes fall closed again, the feeling of his hand running through your hair lulling you back to sleep.

Penelope looked at the two of you and lent forward, her hand accidentally slapping you in the face. “ouch” you said, your eyes opening again. she giggled slightly before babbling to herself. you smiled, knowing she obviously didn’t mean it. “ ‘missed you” Joseph said, kissing your forehead again. “i’ve been next to you the whole time” you said, smiling at his comment. “yeah i know but you were sleeping, i couldn’t speak to you” he said, his hand moving from your hair back to Penelope’s mouth where she’d let her fist go back into her mouth, pulling her fist away from it.

“well, i’m awake now” you said, kissing him on the chest before looking back at Penelope. even though you were tired and all you wanted to do was sleep, seeing your daughter and husband made you not want to change a thing. the two of them were your whole world and you were so lucky to have them.

[thefrontofmymind]

Hi, I really like your Joseph Quinn stories! I would like to request a story where Joseph and the reader are both famous but they are trying to keep their relationship lowkey and private. So the reader is asked on the late late show with James Corden and everything goes really smoothly until they start playing spill your guts and James asks something like "there's been some photos with you and a certain someone" (then a picture of you and Joe getting ice cream and him hugging you from behind goes up) "is it true that you are dating?" and then she admits it because she can't eat whatever disgusting food James picked for her :D Really like this idea, hope you can write it! Thank you!

Salmon Smoothie; Request (Joseph Quinn x costar!Reader)

REQUEST: i have this idea for Joseph x costar reader fic. They've been dating ever since season 4 started shooting but they're really private so only family and friends and costars know about them. They're doing an interview and maybe Noah like accidentally almost spills that they're together so the internet goes wild and starts speculating. something funny and cute

a/n: hope its alright i combined these two requests and changed them around a bit!!! loved them both and i thought they'd work well together! thank you for reading <33

SYNOPSIS: Reader plays Spill Your Guts Or Fill Your Guts on the Late Late Show and has to hide their relationship with Joe

WARNINGS: just gross food, and like a little bit of kissing and that's it

Your romance with Joe most certainly took you by surprise. At a time when you felt most alone–isolated like the rest of the world, he came into your life and swept you off your feet. 

You’d met filming the fourth season of Stranger Things, of which you were a recurring cast member while Joe was a newbie. There was an immediate…fascination, you’d say, from the moment you’d locked eyes at the first table read back at the beginning of 2020. It was new, exciting, and then you didn’t see each other for months while the world went into an all-encompassing health emergency. Though you never forgot about that Englishman with the big brown eyes and the winning smile.

When you were finally allowed to come in to actually film the season, your infactuation remained–thank fuck for that, you thought. You felt grateful that a good portion of your scenes were with Joseph so you were able to spend as much time as you could with him–chatting in between takes and grabbing dinner together after a long, hard day of work.

You’d decided quite early on not to act on your crush on him, it was frankly quite unprofessional and you’d hate to make him uncomfortable–as you’d grown to become quite good friends in the short time you’d been filming, it would kill you to lose that over a passing fancy.

So Joe was the one to make the first move–unknown to you, he was in the exact same position. He thought of you like the sun that lit up a part of his life that had been quite difficult, between the stress of the world, the lack of acting jobs popping up because of said worldwide situation, and simply his loneliness during it all, he was in a pit that you’d dove into to pull him out of. It was pure admiration for you on his end, and that quickly turned into desire, and it was beginning to eat away at him.

He decided to make the move in your trailer, so that way if you reacted negatively he’d be able to leave you and never speak to you again, if that was what you wished. He wished he could’ve had a shot of something before he sat you down with the preface that he ‘had something very important to tell you’.

“So we’ve become very close-uh-recently,” he started, both of you sitting on the sofa in your trailer at the end of the day, back in your regular clothes, but still with the heavy-duty makeup for the cameras on your face. “And I just wanted to tell you…”

He paused, and it felt like a thousand years between the two breathes he took to ease himself into it. You were worried you’d done something wrong, that you’d upset or offended him somehow or he was going to tell you something horrible–you could feel your heart rate begin to elevate.

“I admire you so much, not just as an actor, like the way you’ve been bringing the scripts to life this season has been an honour to watch and work with you….” he rambled before stopping again. He really should’ve written a few dot points to keep him on track. “I’m just…infatuated with you. As more than a friend. And I can’t go through life without telling you because it’s killing me and-”

“Joe?” you interrupted him, cutting him off. You didn’t quite know what to say, so you leant forward, pressing your lips to his. He put his arms around your waist and slightly pulled you onto his lap, before pulling away, smirking into the kiss, still.

“So you feel the same way?” he asked.

“If you have to ask, I don’t know what to tell you,” you joked, earning a small chuckle from him, still with his arms around you so you were right against him. “I like you, Joseph Quinn.”

“I love when you call me ‘Joseph’.” You couldn’t help but giggle a little as he pulled you in for another kiss–the air between you settled and you couldn’t deny how right it felt.

You were lucky there was already a couple in the cast of Stranger Things in Natalia and Charlie, there was a precedent, so you felt almost immediately prepared to let your relationship known to the rest of the cast–after a few weeks of keeping it to yourselves, of course, just to test the waters.

After filming ended, yourself and Joseph went back home, you met each others’ families and friends soon enough, and you felt like any other couple for a time, as hidden from public life as any other regular couple.

That was until the lead-up of the new season, which meant press, and public appearances, and interviews, and the cast being as active as ever on social media. It put you and Joe on edge, you loved being able to love each other without having to deal with any kind of pressure from the media and general public–you were glad you could go out grocery shopping together and no one would really be any wiser to the fact that the two of you met and started dating on the set of one of the biggest television shows this decade.

You’d both been media trained to help with hiding spoilers and whatnot, as well as the rest of the cast, but you still had the feeling that the thread was being primed to pull, and everything was getting closer and closer to unravelling.

It truly didn’t surprise you when it was Noah who let it slip–accidentally alluding to two relationships in the cast, one known and one unknown. With a little bit of sleuthing, fans had begun suspecting that you and Joe were together–the two of you were always very close and were out and about together frequently and somehow they’d manage to find a couple of blurry pictures from inside the season 4 Premiere of you and Joe standing very close, hands intertwined and faces a mere few inches away from each other.

Joe convinced you it would be okay. “They don’t know for sure! We can just deny, deny, deny… And it’ll all be okay, I promise,” he said, as he held you–shaking with anxiety after a particularly bad downward spiral over it.

And it was fine for a few weeks, neither of you mentioned it, Noah also hadn’t said anything, and the rumours began to die down. That was until you were set to appear on the Late Late Show with James Corden to promote Volume 2, including what would be a fun game of Spill Your Guts.

The lights were very bright, which made you begin to sweat–not to be confused with the sweat from your nervous state of mind over the possibility of having to eat cod sperm or something else horrible.

The game began as normal, with James explaining the rules before moving onto the selection of ‘food' on the table in between the two of you; bull penis, salmon smoothie, cow tongue, water beetle, bird saliva, and fish eye. 

You did alright to begin with, avoiding eating the cow tongue by telling James about the time you accidentally poured a drink on Taika Watiti at the Oscars and skipping the bird saliva by half-heartedly ranking your Stranger Things cast members’ music, while making James eat the bull penis and the water beetle.

“Okay this is the last question, ladies and gentlemen,” Jame began, looking to the table. “And I think I’ll let you finish with a….salmon smoothie.”

The stench hit you before you could fully comprehend James’ choice, you couldn't help but gag a little bit. James picked up the final question card, silently reading it to himself, before letting out a menacing chuckle, causing the audience to laugh.

“You may be aware of a rumour your fellow castmate Noah Schnapp started a few weeks ago…” Oh here we go. “That there are two different couples in the Stranger Things cast. Now, we know of Natalia Dyer and Charlie Heaton, who have been together since 2016-”

“Very cute couple..” you cut in, trying not to let the anxiety you were feeling show on your face, that was as good as letting the whole can of worms out.

“Yes, but the other couple is unknown. There’s been photos-lots of photos-of you and Joseph Quinn, who plays Eddie this season, out and about and seeming very close. It’s a simple question, are you and Joseph together?”

You felt like everything slowed as you thought over your response. You could no longer hear the audience, nor the band beginning to play tense music. You felt bad lying and denying, you couldn’t confirm either…

“Well…Joseph is just such a talented actor and we grew quite close over filming the season…so…” You quickly grabbed the glass and took a hearty sip of the smoothie, immediately regretting it, eliciting a cheer from the crowd as you swallowed and opened your mouth as proof. You gagged slightly.

James couldn’t stop cackling as he ended the segment, telling the cameras that they’d ‘be right back’ with a wink.

A troupe of AD’s dressed in all black approached the table and began disassembling it during the break, while you were corralled to the sofa to get ready for the interview portion of the show. You knew your phone was placed behind the sofa, so you quickly fetched it when you had a spare second to send Joe a text message, wracked with a feeling of guilt for fueling the fire.

‘Hi love, filmings going well but i maaayyy have neither confirmed nor denied the RUMOUR and im shitting it a bit….sorry baby i wasnt thinking xoxo’

You received a reply almost immediately–thankfully since you knew you would have a hard time getting through the interview without speaking to Joe first, to ease your worries if nothing else.

‘Oh darling, dont worry about it! i LOVE you and people can say whatever tf they want it doesnt change that i bagged the hottest piece on the face of the planet xxx’

You laughed at his response, he always knew how to cheer you up and make you feel relaxed. The cameras and microphone operators began getting prepared as James made his way to the small stage to sit behind his desk.

“Who’s got you all giggly and flustered, eh?” he asked, looking over his palm cards and getting comfortable in his seat.

“Oh, just this guy I’ve been seeing…” you teased.

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I apologise in advance 💀 my filthy, smutty brain cannot compute so I wrote it out into an imagine to make me feel better, news flash; I do not feel better 👀

Under 18's DNI.

Imagine Joe and reader in the club, he promised to be well behaved and that was until the 3 rounds of tequila shots. You're dancing with your friend whilst Joe watches you from the bar grabbing your next round, your particularly favourite song blasts through the speakers and you begin to shake your hips, hands in the air, screaming every lyric; to him nobody has ever looked sexier.

Joe can't help but move towards you heading straight behind you, brushing your hair over to one shoulder, clutching his fingers onto your waist and tilts forward to kiss your neck; hitting every sweet spot he can expertly find, his tongue lingering over your skin cells which erupt into goose bumps everywhere the muscle comes into contact with, his hips grinding into yours sporadically. You swerve round quickly, wrapping your arms around his neck giving him a partially flirtatious look.

"I thought I told you to be a good boy."

"I can't help it when you look like that." Joe grabs your hand taking you into a quiet hallway up the stairs; leaving your friends behind, the sign reads next to you Staff Only. It quite clearly could be a place you may be caught at anytime; the alcohol induced confidence makes you not give a fuck in the slightest.

The next thing you know, Joe cages you between him and the wall, crashing his lips and pushing his now bulging erection into you. "What would it take for me to take you into the toilet and let me have my way with you?"

You palm your hand onto his cock, rubbing harshly, hearing him groan into your ear. Giving him exactly what he wanted. Meanwhile his hand disappears up the bottom of your dress, pushing your panties to the side and sliding his fingers straight into your entrance, fucking your cunt two fingers deep, your walls clenching and your thighs giving way. Your almost public foreplay is dangerous yet so inconspicuous.

"Answer my question, pretty girl."

You challenged him. "Tell me what you want to do to me Joey."

Joe's free hand took you by the throat, wrapping the thickness of his fingers delicately around it, the veins in his fists flexing proudly.

"I'm going to pick you up, ram your panties in your mouth since you don't understand the meaning of silence when my cock stretches and fills your tight, wet little cunt so perfectly." The way you moaned just from his filthy words alone, he had you like putty in his hands literally.

"Then I'm going to fuck you so hard until you can't take anymore." His fingers curled up just at the end of the sentence, your hole gaped as he shoved a third finger inside.

"And just so you're aware, you aren't going anywhere until I fill you up and you're reminded who's cockhungry slut you are."

You gasped as he stretched his fingers out inside of you, you could've finished there and then. That was until he took them out, the smell of you filling the air as he pushed the three digits into your mouth, letting you sample your fluid. Pushing his mouth onto yours shortly after, dominating his tongue slipped in receiving your saliva and pussy juice that lingered, his breathy growl made you gasp.

"Face up to it, you're fucking ready for me right now love."

His malicious smile got you every time, the way his dimples exposed themselves and his eyes sparkle in the dimmed lighting, pupils dilated and cock practically throbbing beneath his clothing, leaking and aching to be encased where it belongs.

"Actions speak louder than words." You snarled, biting down onto your bottom lip, watching his eyes flutter down, he wasn't willing to hearing another word from you until he had your legs trembling, your panties were being pulled up and his cum was dribbling out your sodden and freshly fucked hole.

Joe got you in the stall within a matter of seconds, pushing your panties down to your feet, picking them up and sticking the soggy underwear into your mouth as promised, his trousers and boxers now down by his shoes, taking his thick member into his hand, jerking it for good measure and lifting you upward in one swift motion as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

Jolting you down to practically sit on him, no adjustment needed your slippery walls inviting him straight in, his hips began to buck into you rampantly. Your teeth gripping to the material as muffled moans escaped you, the way his tip was pressing against you, his strong arms keeping you held in a perfect position meant he was able to fuck into you as hard as he wanted to. Joe bit down onto your shoulder, stifling his moans and leaving marks against it. Your hands snatched at his curls, tugging them sharply, his mouth moved back to your neck, bruising you and marking his territory, not that he needed to, it was clear who you belonged to.

His thrusts became sloppy when your walls clenched against him, he could feel the way your cunt twitched around him, leaking your sodden mess and dripping out onto his balls whilst you rode through your orgasm. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head and your soul left your body for that moment, it could almost be seen above watching the two of you at it like a pair of caged animals.

"Yes you fucking whore, take my cock, god- I-"

Joe couldn't give anymore, he bounced your hips to hit as deep as he could get, one last thrust saw him burst inside your already messy space. You both groaned at the way his seed spurt out inside of you, milking every last drop whilst he lingered inside of you, his body spasming through his sensitive climax.

Taking your panties out of your mouth, Joe's smirk returned and he pushed his lips back to yours, kissing you so passionately, the way you fell breathless into each others mouths, the stench of sex in the air, the way you both looked fucked out.

"You'll be the death of me, my love." He sighed, gaining his regular oxygen flow.

"Hey, you started it." You giggled.

"And I finished it too, like the 'good boy' I am." Joe winked at you playfully, releasing himself and slowly putting you down to the ground.

"Oh yeah? Such a good boy."

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MASTERLIST

THIS BLOG IS 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI

Most Recent Work:

Nighttime Blurb*

Size Kink Blurb*

Face Sitting Blurb*

Drift

Happy Birthday*

* Indicates Smut

Requests: CLOSED

SPAMMERS, AGELESS BLOGS, AND BLANK BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED

Joseph Quinn:

The Start

Part 2: Making Plans

Part 3: First Date

Part 4: Not So Quiet Night In*

World Cup*

We’re Gonna Be Late*

Joe’s Photographer*

Less Than Lovers, More Than Friends*

Bearded Joe*

Facetime*

Convention Jealousy*

Bathing With Joe

Visiting Family While Pregnant

Rough Day?*

“Can I Hold Your Hand?”

“It Hurts Loving Someone Who Doesn’t Love You Back”

“Not So Tough Now, Are You?”*

“I’m Right Here. I’m Not Leaving”

Period Comforts*

Watching S4 With Joe*

Valentine’s Day*

“We Passed ‘Just Friends’ About 20 Fucks Ago”*

In The Middle Of The Night*

Thunder Storm

Tumblr Girlfriend

Come Back… Be Here*

Happy Birthday*

Face Riding Blurb*

Eddie Munson:

Virgin!Eddie*

Missing A Corroded Coffin Show*

Dream Come True - Older!Eddie*

“Look At You, Such A Little Fucking Slut”*

Escape

Anal Blurb*

Baths With Eddie

Sleeping with Eddie HC(check reblogs)

Fishnets*

Smoke And Mirrors*

Don’T Push Your Luck*

My Good Boy*

It’s Really Over Isn’t It?

Part 2: Is It Actually Over?

Part 3: It Was Never Over

Just The Tip*

Bet*

Riding Virgin Eddie*

Punishment*

Competition*

Road Head*

Wake Up*

Just A Taste*

To Mordor And Back

Trick Or Treat

Maximum Security Vol. 1

Maximum Security Vol. 2

Dirty Little Secret

Tit Fucking Blurb*

Nighttime Blurb

Christmas Thought

Size Kink Blurb

Drift

Christmas Blurb Ft. Wayne

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just thinking abt JOE BC HES A CUTIE PATOOTIE OMG