#joe quinn blurb

[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.

[joeydoeeyes]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ J's Lullaby 🧸 ༊*·˚

Bf!Joe x reader

When you can't sleep, Joe is always there to come to your aid ꒰🛏꒱ wc; 1.1k

Warnings: None

You truly felt that you were beginning to go insane, laying between your white bedsheets. The hours had slowly slipped away from you, and you were still wide awake. One in the morning, two in the morning, three in the morning, four in the morning… the clock now reading 5:38 in the morning. Joe was going to be up in a few hours, and you were still here tossing and turning.

At times like these, you never failed to feel envious of Joe. The sound that his head hit the pillow, he was fast asleep, peacefully dozing like he didn’t have a care in the world. You could hear him snoring gently next to you, and while part of you was glad that at least someone was sleeping, part of your exhausted brain wanted to turn around and punch him in the face, it felt so unfair that he got to sleep when you felt so miserable.

The sound of bird song and the world slowly beginning to wake up began to fill the bedroom through the open window that was blowing the morning breeze in. Drivers making their first deliveries of the day, the early birds making the morning commute, buses passing on the street outside, but it only made you feel worse about being awake.

Everything was driving you up the wall, you felt like just tearing your hair out. You slumped back down against the bed, turning to face away from Joe this time, instead facing the white wall with the framed photo of you and Joe at his parents last Christmas, both of you very tipsy. No amount of holding it in could stop the lump you were beginning to feel forming in your throat, a physical manifestation of your frustration and anger at the world, at your brain, and yourself.

Before you could stop yourself, you felt the salty tears welling in your eyes and beginning to trail down your cheeks. You felt defeated and pathetic, wiping your eyes against your sleeves, soaking through the grey sleeves of the jumper than you’d stolen off Joe, turning the light grey dark. What you were even crying about, you didn’t know, if it was out of frustration, sleep deprivation, if you were angry, sad, mad, you couldn’t place your finger on a reason so your fingers wiped your tears instead.

You desperately tried to stop yourself from sobbing, but it was no use. Still in the middle of your tears, that was when you felt Joe’s big arms wrapping around your waist, beginning to pull you into him. You managed to turn over in bed to face him, so your chest was to his chest. He was wearing his white tank top, so his bare arms were against you. He had clearly just woken up, and he rubbed his eyes to adjust to being awake. “What’s wrong, my angel?” He asks, his voice low and rumbly in his chest.

As much as you tried, you couldn’t find an answer for him, instead just burying your head into his soft chest, clinging onto him like a lifebuoy in a storm, feeling his warmth radiating against you, his scent surrounding you. Joe let out a gentle ‘aww’ sound under his breath, as he tightened his arms around you, stroking your hair gently like he was petting a cat.

“Oh… oh, my darling,” Joe cooed to you gently, his hand continuing to stroke your hair as his other hand moved to rub your back soothingly. “Shush… shush… it’s alright,” He whispers softly. “I’m here,” He whispers, the sound of his shushing reverberating from his chest, relaxing you instantly, listening to the deep vibration of his voice as you were pressed so closely against him.

“I’ve got you. I’m here now… it’s okay, my love, I’m here. Not gonna let my baby go,” Joe assures you again, kissing your forehead delicately as he encases you within his arms, until you can’t see, hear, or think about anything other than him, him, him. Those deep, kind brown eyes look into yours with his expression soft and full of fondness for you, a face you think you could look at forever and die happy. 

“I-I… I… I just can’t fucking-,” You begin to stutter out, unable to find your words to express your frustration, before he shushes you again, wrapping the covers and blankets around you like he was swaddling a baby. “I know, baby. I know. You can’t sleep. You don’t need to tell me, I know,” Joe assured you.

He knows. Joe always fucking knows.

Admittedly, this wasn’t the first time that Joe had woken up to you being wide awake, and frustrated with yourself that you couldn’t sleep. He kissed your forehead again, as your head moved closer to the left side of his chest, and you could feel his heartbeat through his white tank top. The rhythmic sound soothed your tired head, giving you a constant sound to listen to, to focus on rather than your rapid thoughts, and you shut your eyes to zero in on it.

“There we go, love. That’s it. You can just focus on the sound of my heartbeat, yeah? Just focus on that sound, and fall asleep for me. I’m not going to let you go, my darling,” Joe whispers gently, as he cradles you in his arms like he was rocking a baby back to sleep.

You’ve finally found the most comfort that you’ve found all night, allowing every other thought to drip out of your mind, until all you can focus on is him. The feeling of his soft bare chest against you, the soft fabric of his tank top, the feeling of his stubble against your skin as he rests his chin on your forehead, the sound of his heartbeat, the warmth of his skin, the feeling of his stomach moving up and down under you, the soft sound of his breathing.

Finally, you could feel that you were beginning to fall asleep, all the noise in your brain finally beginning to fade out into nothing. Joe looks down at you with a soft expression, seeing that you were finally drifting off for him. He took pride in that, whenever he could take care of you, in any way he could, especially when he saw you so peaceful in his arms. He could feel himself getting sleepy too, letting his head relax against the pillow once more.

“Sweet dreams, my love,” He whispered, before letting his own eyes close, as the both of you finally began to drift off.

A/N: I hope you all enjoy my first fic, just a quick little blurb from my insomniac self 🤭

taglist: @ceriseheaven (comment to be added <3)

[joekeeryswife]

Date? - j.q

hello loves i hope you’re all okay! here is part 3 of my nursery teacher series. it has a shitty ending so i’m sorry about that. enjoy reading loves, remember i’m always here if you need me🤍

taglist (tag yourselves my loves🤍) : @eddieamoremio @theshireisonfire @aftertheglitterfades @gretavanfleas @luvrsbian

Lizzie had been at nursery for over two months now and after that incident with Mrs Smith, Joseph never let the kids have a supply teacher again. if he had a meeting he would push it till after every child had gone home or have it in the early morning before everyone arrived. he never wanted another one of his students to go through what Lizzie went through and for that you were so grateful.

he was just such a caring person and he always made sure Lizzie was okay before any other child in the nursery. obviously, some of the parents saw Joseph giving Lizzie a lot more attention but they put it down to because she was the youngest. it was true, Lizzie was the youngest in the class but that wasn't the reason why. Joseph cared about Lizzie more because he liked you and he didn't know why he felt so connected with Lizzie but he did.

you and Joseph had gotten closer to. every morning at drop off he'd always make sure you were okay, he'd ask about work and if anything was bothering you and you were just really grateful for that. it was Tuesday morning which meant Lizzie only had to be at nursery for three hours. on a Tuesday, after you'd finished a few jobs at work, you and Lizzie would do something together.

whether it was going into London to the zoo or if it was to a play area or even if it was just for a walk, you always did something together on a Tuesday because sometimes you were busy on the weekends. weekends were for seeing your mum, dad and other family members which left no mother daughter time for you and Lizzie, that's why you did it.

it was 9am and you were just about to drop Lizzie off at nursery and she had woken up in the best mood. she had become a lot less shy now that she was used to waking up in the morning and seeing Joseph and her friends practically every day and she was smiling a lot more which you loved. even when she was a few months old her smile was your favourite thing about her and it still was.

Fathers day was approaching quickly and this day always made you uncomfortable. Lizzie's dad Michael was not in her life and it was for the best. he was rude, stuck up and didn't want anything to do with you when you told him you were pregnant. it not only crushed you when he left but it scared you. you were 21 and going to be a single mum with no support from her father.

Lizzie had changed your whole perspective when she was born and not having Michael there just made things so much easier. you arrived at the nursery and 'singing' Lizzie who was obviously excited for the day ahead, nursery and spending time with her mama in one day? it was exciting for her. "mama" she said as you picked her up out of her car seat and placed her gently on your hip.

"yes my love" you grabbed her bag which had her lunch box in it and locked your car. "two day?" she asked, obviously meaning tuesday but she hadn't quite gotten the grasp of it yet. "yes sweetheart it's Tuesday, that means mama and liz time" you tickled her stomach before stroking her cheek softly, making her squeal loudly, she dug her head onto your shoulder and cuddled into you, making you wrap your arms tighter around her waist.

you'd finally made it to the nursery door and saw Joseph standing there with a huge smile on his face. he always greeted all the children with a smile and a hug if they wanted one and knowing Lizzie, she'd always hug Joseph. every morning without fail she's realise he was standing there and run up to him, arms spread so she could hug his leg.

you gently placed her on the floor so she could walk on her own into the nursery. once she caught eye of Joseph, her eyes lit up and she ran toward him. "miter qin" she said in her sweet voice. she meant to say 'mister quinn' but thy was close enough. he heard her little shout and turned his attention to her. "Lizzie" he said, crouching down to her level so he could hug her.

she crashed into him and wrapped her tiny arms around his neck, making him almost fall backwards but he quickly stopped himself from falling and wrapped his arms around her waist. "how are you doing sweetheart" he asked, picking her up and placed her on his hip.

"good" she smiled, looking around to find you who was walking up to her. "morning y/n" he said shyly, every time he saw you he got nervous. you were just beautiful and he couldn't stop himself from blushing every time you were near him. "morning Mr Quinn. i'll be back here for about 12 today to pick her up. i've gotta go though so i can finish in time" you said, rushing to give Lizzie a quick kiss before walking briskly to your car.

Lizzie waved as you walked away, making Joseph's heart swell. Lizzie was so cute, she looked exactly like you and she was just so kind. her confidence has grown a lot and she was finally going up to speak to a few of the other kids in her class instead of them coming up to her. Joseph walked into the classroom with Lizzie still on his hip and made his way to the back of the classroom where the kids usually put their coats and lunch boxes.

Lizzie's was right at the end, due to her being the last to get into Joseph's class, and he finally set her down. he helped her take off her coat and hung everything up. before he turned back around he could see her waddling toward the play area where he could make out two of her friends.

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12 o'clock didn't roll around quick enough. you'd had two meetings and you were meant to show a couple around a flat but they cancelled, leaving you to do a colleagues paperwork as well as your own. she had to leave due to her client calling about an issue with her new flat so that left you to do extra work.

once you finally got to leave work you rushed over to the nursery so you could spend the rest of the day with your favourite girl. you and Joseph had become a lot closer since Lizzie started nursery and you tried to be as subtle as you could but you had a massive crush on him. i mean, who wouldn't?

you heard from outside the nursery the loud music from a random nursery rhyme and saw Lizzie with a girl in her class named Charlotte. they were holding hands and jumping around together with the biggest smiles on their faces. you smiled softly, your heart swelling as you looked at the excitement on your daughters face.

you entered the classroom and the opening of the door immediately caught the attention of Lizzie who leg go of Charlottes hand and ran to you. “mama” she squealed, lifting her arms so you could pick her up. you smiled at her and picked her up when she reached you. “hi my baby, you have a good day at nursery?” you felt her nod on your shoulder and you turned you head so you could kiss her on the head.

you saw Joseph approaching you so you smiled at him, seeing he had all her things in his hands so you didn’t have to walk through the classroom to grab it all. he handed you Lizzie’s coat and lunch box and smiled as he saw you cradling her. “thank you” you said, the smile on your face genuine.

“no problem, i wouldn’t want you weaving through all the kids, one of them would probably trip you up” you laughed. all the kids did have a lot of energy and you would hate to walk through them. you and Joseph spoke for a couple more minutes about how well Lizzie was coping and how her learning skills were developing well, his attention being on the kids every so often as he spoke to you but you understood, he was there to be teaching not to be having a conversation with you.

“thank you for telling me, she’s really grown in confidence and all i can do it thank you. i best get going though” you loved knowing that Lizzie was doing well in nursery, it put your mind at ease and it made you not feel as bad as you used to when you would drop her off. you always felt like you were blushing when you were speaking to Joseph, it was the intense eye contact he held when he spoke to you. Joseph nodded and said goodbye to Lizzie before you walked out the door and started the short walk to your car with Lizzie in your arms.

what you didn’t expect to hear was Joseph shout your name and walk after you, luckily Miss Adams was there to look after the kids for the few seconds he was out speaking to you. you turned around with a frown and confused look. “is everything okay?” you asked as he finally got to you. he nodded and gulped, he seemed nervous. “this is unprofessional and i may be completely wrong but i’d thought i’d ask anyway otherwise i’d just go crazy”

he was blushing, a lot. his face was almost as dark as a tomato and he felt flushed as he went to ask you this. “would you like to go on a date with me? again if you don’t want to it’s fine, i’m probably reading the signals wrong-” you smiled, he was asking you out. “i’d love to”.

[louloulemons-posts]

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

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

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

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

“close the door.”

“why?” you’d ask teasing him.

“sweetheart i swear to god.”

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

“nope, not doing this.”

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

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

⬆️ eddies reaction when you open the door.

[luvzshy]

Marked Territory

Summary: You and Love Quinn head to a store for a simple errand, but things take a turn when a girl starts to flirt with you. But you, oblivious to the attention, brushes it off, but Love notices the girl’s intentions.

Word Count: 527

Warnings: Slight jealousy, possessiveness, public displays of affection, and a mildly tense situation.

The grocery store was bustling, shoppers weaving through aisles, carts creaking with their loads. You and Love had come in for a few essentials, nothing special, but even mundane errands felt lighter with her by your side.

You pushed the cart, checking items off the list on your phone, completely absorbed. Love lingered near the fresh produce section, her sharp gaze drifting around the store. That’s when she noticed her—some girl with bright red lips and a smug smile, making a beeline straight for you.

You barely noticed the girl when she walked past, dropping some flirty line about your outfit. You offered a polite smile, nodding before returning to your list, thinking nothing of it. But Love caught the way the girl’s eyes lingered on you, how she stayed just a few steps behind as you turned into the next aisle, almost stalking you.

The girl made another move, brushing her hand against yours when you reached for the same box of cereal. “Oh, sorry,” she purred, flashing you a coy grin. You shrugged it off, too focused on your task to pick up on the subtext. Love, though, noticed every single detail, and it made her blood simmer.

She moved quickly, closing the distance between you. Before you could even register her approach, Love slid her hand around your neck, pulling you into a heated kiss. Her lips were fierce against yours, her possessiveness clear in the way she claimed you.

The kiss left you breathless, your hands instinctively finding her waist. She pulled away, eyes meeting yours with a searing intensity. “We’ve found everything we needed, baby,” she said, her voice cool but pointed, as if there was a message meant for someone else. “Let’s head home.”

You blinked, confusion melting into a slow realization when you noticed the red-lipped girl watching the two of you from the end of the aisle. Her expression had gone from confident to deflated, her bravado disappearing as she realized Love’s claim on you. She stood there awkwardly, caught between fleeing and pretending she hadn’t been trying to make a move on you.

You nodded, still a little dazed from the kiss, and allowed Love to guide you away. Her hand remained firmly in yours, as if to show the world that you were hers, and hers alone.

When you reached the car, you turned to Love with a small smirk. “What was that about?”

She shot you a glance, the corner of her mouth twitching with amusement. “Just making sure everyone knows you’re taken, especially the ones who think they can steal you away from me.” There was a teasing light in her eyes, but you knew it came from a place of genuine care and possessiveness.

You leaned over, giving her a soft peck on the cheek. “Well, I’m all yours, Love. You don’t need to worry.”

She smiled, her tension easing as she started the engine. “Good, because I don’t like sharing.”

[eddiesxangel]

But the thought of Eddie being so unapproachable and “scary” with everyone else, but when he is with you or talking to you he’s all

“I love you so much my sunshine, baby cakes, *kissy noises * no you hang up” kinda attitude!!!

twirling the phone cord around his finger while talking to you on the phone. One day the the hellfire guys over hear him on the phone not believing their ears bc that cannot be eddie talking?they start mocking him. The second he hangs up he is back to being all macho man again they start mocking him to his face but they start to get scared

Master list

[localemofreak]

Chocolate Chip Pancakes.

(Rockstar!Dad!Eddie Munson x Mom!Fem!Reader)

(A/n: there's no song connected to this one, I just got bored and came up with a cute little story because two things have been in my mind 24/7- Rockstar Eddie and Dad Eddie. So I mixed them, please enjoy idk what I'm really doing here-)

‼️Warnings: LOTS of fluff, kissing, little kiddos, teasing of smut but doesn't happen bc of kiddos 😔, but that's really it ig- tell me if I forgot something.‼️

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The Saturday, LA sun shined through the curtains right onto your face, slowly waking you up to the feeling of warmth on your face.

A small sigh fell from your nose as your eyes fluttered openly slowly, turning your head slightly to see your husband already awake.

Eddie was laying on his side, his brown curls wild from sleep and his brown doe eyes soft with a tired tint in them- his head rested in his hand as he looked down at you with a little tired grin, slightly making it obvious he had been staring at you when you were sleeping.

"How long have you've been watching me-" you mumbled tiredly while slowly closing your eyes again, causing Eddie to let out a small chuckle as he picked his head up from his hand.

"Long enough my sweetheart~" he hummed, moving his lips right next to your ear which caused a small shudder to run down your spine.

Eddie seemed to take notice, letting out another low chuckle as he pressed a small kiss on the back of your ear, slowly moving his small trail of kisses down your neck as you tried to wake yourself up.

"Ed- baby... it's too early for this-" you whined quietly, lazily pushing him away as you opened your eyes slightly, your actions doing nothing to the metalhead as he just smirked against your skin, continuing to kiss at your exposed neck.

As Eddie moved his lips more downwards in the crook of your neck, your eyes slowly fluttered shut as you let out a small hum, obviously enjoying it in some way as you slowly tilted your head to the side, giving him more access to your neck.

Eddie just let out a small chuckle against your skin, lightly sucking and nibbling at your skin as shaky breaths fell from your lips.

As Eddie started to slowly make his way to hover over you, you hear the sound of your guys bedroom door slamming as the door swings open- causing your eyes to shoot open and Eddie to quickly pull away.

You sat up slowly as your ears filled with the sound of tiny excited shrieks from your two young daughters, causing you to wince slightly since it was still pretty early.

"Girls-! Girls-! Come on ladies, tone it down please." Eddie called out, raising his voice slightly as the shrieking seemed to hurt his ears as well.

The young girls just quickly climbed onto the bed, trading their playful shrieks to giggles as they quickly got on all fours, crawling their way up to the top of the bed to cuddle with you and Eddie.

"Mommy! Daddy-! We're hungryyyyyy" your 6 year old daughter, Sabrina whined- her little arms wrapping around her dad's tattooed bicep as he sat up in the bed.

"Yeah-! I'm hungwyyy!!" Your 4 year old, Willow whined as well, her little lisp showing through her words.

They both were just clinging onto Eddie, causing you to chuckle as you watched him lift them both up, standing up from the bed with both of them in his arms.

"Alright, alright-! Why don't we head downstairs my little babes- get everything set up for mom, how does pancakes sound??" Eddie said, causing the girl's faces to light up as he quickly placed them down.

"Pancakesss!!!" They both squealed before quickly sprinting out of the room, causing you and Eddie to look at each other and chuckle.

As Eddie followed them out of the room, you slowly got up, rubbing your face and yawning as you slowly shuffled behind.

The girls were already in the kitchen, eager to start making pancakes as Eddie went to go grab the supplies to make pancakes.

Both girls were chasing after each other, squealing and giggling happily as they ran around the big kitchen of your nice Los Angeles home.

With the success of Corroded Coffin, it also came with a shit ton of money for Eddie- too much almost, he always thought it was stupid with the amount of money he owned now.

So he decided to try and use it for some good use, spoiling his two little girls and the love of his life-obviously wanting to make sure you all had the best life possible..

As Eddie started making pancakes, you watched the girls as they ran around happily, which you couldn't help but smile at.

You had the perfect life- two beautiful kids, a handsome and caring husband, an amazing home.

It was perfect..

You decided after a little bit of just standing there to walk up behind eddie, slowly wrapping your arms around his bare torso while laying your head down on his back.

"Hey baby." he muttered softly, turning his head to look back at you with a soft smile.

You just looked back up at him with the same smile, admiring him while placing a small kiss on his back.

"I love you so much Munson." you said, slowly moving one of yours hands to rest on his back as you continued to lean against him.

"You're the love of my life sweetheart." He said, slowly turning his body to face you as he wrapped his arms around you, engulfing you in a hug.

You stood there with Eddie for a while, just enjoying the moment and the warmth of his chest as he held you..

After a little bit, you decided to let Eddie finish cooking as you set the table up, also telling the girls to sit down at the table.

You all just sat down at the table together as Eddie placed the pancakes on everybody's plates, all talking and laughing and just enjoying time as a family together.

You couldn't have asked for anything else in life.

[ryan-waddell11]

I just know this man has the WORST poker face

[lovejosephquinn]

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."

[joeydoeeyes]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Poor Thing 💼 ༊*·˚

Bf!Joe x fem!reader

You've been doing everything to get Joe's attention, so he decides to make you work for it ꒰🍷꒱ wc; 2.5k

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, thigh riding, dom!joe, sub!reader, degrading, condescending, (mentions of) orgasm denial, spanking, oral fixation, aftercare // NOT PROOFREAD

Inspired by @ceriseheaven and the thoughts she has put in my brain 🤭

You knew exactly what you’d done to end up like this, despite the whines that fell from your lips about how unfair it was.

Joe had to get up early, to be there on time for the press run for A Quiet Place Day One, and you’d been admiring him as you laid in bed, watching him get dressed. Gazing at his arms as he did up the buttons of his white collared shirt, watching his hands work as he put on the cuff links of the suit, letting your thoughts run wild as you watched him put on, and adjust his belt. As you looked up at him, he spotted you in the mirror, letting out a low laugh, before turning back to you.

“Did no-one ever tell you it’s rude to stare, love?”

“It’s hard not to, when you look like that…” You replied with a little smirk, sitting up in bed. You crawled over to him, trying to make sure his view was as tempting as possible, making sure your nightgown rode up and exposed your ass, that the fabric hung as far off your body and showed as much skin as possible, as you finally reached him, your hands holding his cheeks as you gazed into those dark eyes.

“You’re a little tease, you know?” He smirked, his mind in two halves. One half knowing he had to be out of the door in five minutes, and another that wanted to ravage you until your screams of bliss were your neighbours morning alarm.

“Come back to bed, Joey…” You whined, trying to use the nickname that you knew made him melt the most, as you batted your lashes up at him. He smirked, kissing your lips softly as he cupped your cheek. “I know, baby, I know; but I’ve gotta go,” He replied, as he tried to gently move your arms off his shoulders.

You whined at this, wrapping your arms tighter and pulling him in until your head was pressed against him. “No, Joey… stay,” You whine, pressing open mouth kisses on his neck, which he smirks at, as he pulls your arms away again. This time, he puts a bit more strength into it, not enough to hurt you, but enough that your arms are pulled away from him, as he lays you back down in bed.

“I’ll see you tonight, love,” He tells you, as he kisses your cheek gently, before heading out the bedroom door. You huff, not about to let him get away that easy. You reach over for your phone, opening your camera. You move your phone down and take a photo between your legs, showing the white cotton underwear you were wearing.

You snapped a few more photos, some of you laying down in the bed, with your nightgown pulled down to expose your breasts. After around five minutes, you chose a few of your favourites, and sent them to Joe. Around a half hour passed before you got a response. “Naughty fucking girl”

And that was how you ended up straddled over Joe’s thigh. Your clothes in a pile on the floor, having been practically torn off by Joe, as he sat on the sofa, still wearing his shoes. The instant he’d gotten through the door, he’d dropped his bag and keys in the hall and instantly grabbed you, pulling you into a rough kiss, biting on your lower lip, his hand running through your hair and gripping it. 

“Such a naughty girl. Don’t know how to control yourself, do you?” He asked, as he pulled you onto the sofa, spreading his legs as he stared up and down at your body, so perfect laid out for him. Your shirt was already off, your nipples hard already and he hadn’t even touched them yet, your skirt left on the floor.

Joe grabbed your hips, pulling you in. Grasping the waistband of your underwear, he ripped it clean off you, making you gasp. Looking down at him, you could see a darkness in his eyes that made your pussy even wetter than it already was.

“Wet already?” Joe cooed condescendingly, as he suddenly delivered a spank to your pussy, the jolt of pleasure, pain and stimulation making you gasp.

“Fuckin’ soaked my hand, baby,” Joe smirked, as he used his other hand to pull you onto his thigh, making you whimper at the feeling of the scratchy fabric of his trousers against your sensitive cunt. Joe couldn’t take the lazy grin off his lips, as he tapped his soaked fingers against your lips. “Open up, baby,” He cooed.

If you weren’t as horny, you would’ve been embarrassed about how quickly you opened up, accepting his thick fingers into your mouth, licking and sucking at them, feeling the thoughts dripping out of your mind as you did, your eyes fluttering shut as your brain became clouded with thoughts of him, him, him. 

As you sucked, your hips took on a life of their own, as you began to slowly buck against his thigh. The feeling of the fabric made you wince as much as it made you whimper, but it sounded all the same as it reverberated against Joe’s fingers. 

“You’re such a fucking slut for me, aren’t you, hmm?” He smirks, as his free hand reaches down for your hip, beginning to guide them across his thigh, making sure your sensitive clit brushed against him, as your arousal created a wet patch soaking the already dark fabric.

“Bet you’ve been waiting for this all day, haven’t you? This was what you wanted, wasn’t it? When you were sending me those naughty pictures when I was at work, when anyone could’ve seen them on my phone…”

His words made you moan, and you pulled your mouth away from his fingers to reply to his question. “This wasn’t what I wanted…” You whimper in reply, as Joe raises an eyebrow. “No?” He replied sarcastically. “What did you want then?”

“No… wanted you to fuck me…” You reply, your hips gaining solid traction now, building a rhythm against him, bucking your dripping, swollen pussy against his trousers. Joe lets out a low laugh at that, his hand reaching to grab in your hair, as he pulls you in closer to him, so he can whisper in your ear.

“Oh, darling, you’d have to be good for me to fuck you. Naughty girls end up like this…” Joe smirks, his hand grabbing your hips tighter, as he looks down at his thigh, seeing the mess you’ve made all over it. “And I don’t think your greedy cunt has any complaints either,”

At that, you let out a cry, as your hand reaches out for his shoulders, tears beginning to well in your eyes from frustration. You’ve been wanting this all day, wanting to cum all day, and now he won’t do anything other than sit there and let you get off on him, won't touch you where you crave him.

“Please… Joe…” You cry out, blinking away tears in your eyes as your hands grasp around his neck and shoulders. “Please, what?” Joe smirks, leaning back on the sofa. “Use your words,” He adds. You groan, if you could think straighter you would smack him.

“Touch me, please… I want you. Please… I’m sorry for being naughty, I just want you... fuck- please, just touch me?” You beg, not even sure what you’re begging for anymore, blinking away tears in your eyes, as you let out a little cry.

While he can be mean, Joe isn’t heartless, and he lets out a little ‘aww’, finally reaching up and wrapping his arms around your shoulders. “Oh, you poor thing…” He coos, his voice so condescending but his words so sweet. “I’m here, I’ve got you… such a needy, helpless girl for me, aren’t you?”

He smirks, as his hands reach for your hips, holding them tightly in his large hands. He starts rocking your hips back and forth, quicker than you were moving before, grinding you even harder against his thigh. He smirks, slowly starting to tap his thigh up and down, making you moan even harder than before.

“So needy aren’t, you? Wanna cum so bad, and you can’t even do it on your own?” Joe smirks, as he jumps his thigh up and down, smirking down at you. “You need me, don’t you?” He smirks “Can’t cum without me, can’t cum without me touching you? What if I didn’t let you cum? What if I kept you on edge for even longer… didn’t let you cum until I wanted you to cum?”

You let out a panicked groan at that, your nails digging into his shoulders as you keep bucking against him, this time with newfound need frantic, desperate to reach that high before Joe snatches it away from you. Seeing your panic, he chuckles, wrapping his arms around you, caging you in his embrace as your head buries into the crook of his neck.

“Oh, relax, baby, relax. I’m not that mean, I’ll make you cum,” He promises you softly, whispering in your ear as he rubs your back while his arms hold you. Just that four word phrase, the promise of that orgasm, makes your breath even shallower, makes your body temperature rise even higher, causes sweat to drip down your body, makes your pussy even wetter.

You keep bucking against him, and you can feel your high is even closer, you can practically taste it. Joe moved his hand back down to your hips, helping you as your energy dips. You’re practically panting like an animal in heat, the patch on Joe’s trousers almost covering his entire thigh at this point. 

“Joe… Joe…” You repeat, the only word you can seem to form, over and over like a mantra. “That’s a good girl…” Joe smirks, as he can see you’re so close. “That’s a good girl, fuck yourself hard,” He repeats, as you begin to feel yourself falling over the edge, that all consuming feeling of not being able to think or feel anything other than that rush of pleasure between your legs. 

“There we go, cum for me,” Joe coos, his hands holding your hips through your high. “Come on, love, cum. Cum hard,” He commands, and you can’t help but do exactly as he says, screaming out his name as your body is wracked by the high you’ve been craving so hard.

“There we go, that’s it. That’s my good girl…” He chuckles, moving your hair out of your face, reaching up and wiping away your tears. You look up at him, chuckling gently, your chest still heaving as you try to gather yourself. Your body immediately curls up in his lap, and he wraps his arms around you softly.

“Oh, darling. There we go… that was what you needed, wasn’t it, hmm?” He hums softly, pressing kisses to the crook of your neck. “Good girl… do you feel better now?” He asks, and you nod your head frantically, making him chuckle. “Thought so,” He replied, scooping you up in his arms.

“C’mon, let’s go get you cleaned up,” He tells you softly, lifting you up in his arms and beginning to carry you towards the bathroom. He brings you in, turning on the light and setting you down on the counter. You chuckle, looking into the mirror and seeing the mascara stained around your eyes and chuckle. “I look ridiculous,” You laugh softly.

“It is quite Robert Pattinson’s Batman, I'll give you that,” Joe concedes with a laugh, as he pulls out a flannel from the bathroom cupboard, making his way over to the cold tap and running the flannel under it. Once it’s soaked through, he wrings it out, before slowly bringing it between your legs.

You squirm a little in surprise at the feeling, as he softly cleans you up, wiping your sensitive pussy and soaked thighs clean, his dark eyes so much softer and loving as he does. “Sorry, sweetheart,” He apologises softly, until he’s happy, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to your knee. “All done,” He smiles, throwing the flannel into the laundry basket.

This is one of the thing you love most about intimacy with Joe, how much he always takes care of you afterwards. You can’t help but swing your feet back and forth as you sit on top of the counter, as he rummages through the bathroom cupboard. “I don’t know where you keep anything in this cupboard…” He murmurs, as he looks through the cupboards, letting out a groan. After a few moments, he finally pulls out your micellar water and your pack of cotton pads, and you feel your heart melting in your chest.

Softly, Joe poured some micellar water onto the cotton pad, and gently began to remove your makeup. Focusing on the dark mascara staining around your eyes, he gently wipes the makeup away, looking into your eyes softly as you sit in the comfortable, soft silence of your flat.

“How do you get through so many of these things?” Joe asks, as he looks down at the cotton pad, seeing it took an entire one to remove one eyes worth of makeup. You chuckle softly, looking up at him. “Oh, you have a lot to learn, Joe,” You chuckle as he wets a second one, using it to remove your other eyes makeup.

Three more cotton pads later, your makeup is off, and Joe is very proud of himself. He smiles softly, as he holds your cheek in his hands. “Gorgeous, baby,” He smiles, kissing you softly. Placing the micellar water and cotton pads where he found them before, he wraps his arms around you, picking you up again.

He carries you back into your bedroom, laying you down on the bed. He pulls off his jacket, his white collared shirt, pulling off his belt, and then pulled off his trousers. He smirked, looking down at his trousers. “Cannot believe you made such a fucking mess,” He laughs softly, chucking his trousers in the wash basket you keep in your bedroom.

You chuckle, looking up at Joe and smile softly, as he reaches for a pair of his joggers inside the wardrobe, and throws another pair of you, he knows that they’re his favourite thing for you to wear to bed, as well as throwing onto the bed one of his t-shirts. “Yes, thank you, Joey,” You smile, as you finally redress, loving the feeling of his soft joggers and soft shirt against your skin.

He smiles as he lays down next to you in bed, pulling the covers over both of you and wrapping his arms around you. You inhale deeply, taking in his comforting smell, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, burying into his chest. He looks down at you, his hands running through your hair. “Goodnight, my love,” Joe whispers softly, and you smile, kissing his cheek softly.

“Goodnight, Joey,”

A/N: i'm very nervous for you all to read my first smut (this was meant to be a blurb but... i got a little carried away... 🤭 also it's like 12:30 in the morning so this is not proofread 😭

taglist: @ceriseheaven (comment to be added <3)

[ho-for-joequinn-fics]

I know I said I wasn’t going to write anything else for this blog, buuuuut... I just had to get this idea out of my head.

Emperor Geta x f!servant reader

warnings: 18+ only! Minors DNI! mean!Geta (ofc), face slapping, insulting names (bitch, cunt, whore), degradation, oral (forced throat fucking), spanking, unprotected p in v smut, rough sex, creampie, profanity (obvi 💀), a happy ending yay for both Geta and Reader yay!, etc

You were a mere servant, never really caring to catch the attention of either of the Emperors, but unbeknownst to you, you had caught the undivided attention of one. Emperor Geta.

To you, Geta was a power hungry and extremely pompous asshole. And you weren’t afraid to say so. You’d never say it to his face though, knowing the consequences could quite possibly end with your demise, and you weren’t ready for death yet.

“I think he’s into you,” Mabel, one of your fellow servants, whispered while the two of you organized Emperor Geta’s wardrobe, making you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. “You should see the way he looks at you.”

“Who?” You asked, hoping she wasn’t about to say who you thought she was going to say.

“Emperor Geta.” She responded with a sheepish smile, hanging up one of his robes in its respective place.

You scoffed at that, giving your head a shake as you responded in a not as hushed manner. “I sure hope to the gods that he isn’t. Geta is a pompous asshole. I’d love to smack that cocky smirk off of his stupid fucking face.”

You noticed the way her body language and demeanor immediately shifted, back straightened and eyes wide as she seemed to stare behind you. He’s behind me, isn’t he? You slowly turned around towards where her gaze was fixed, mentally slapping yourself for expressing your feelings about Emperor Geta right in front of him. You didn’t even realize he was in the room.

He was giving you a displeased glare, pupils blackened as he seemingly burned a hole right through you. “Come here. Right now.” He demanded, his pointer finger pointing towards the floor directly in front of him, ready to fix that disrespectful mouth of yours.

“Make me.” You scoffed, turning away from him to continue your work. You weren’t about to give in to his demands when you were trying to finish your duties that he assigned you in the first place. “Pompous asshole.”

Mabel gasped at your disobedience, her gaze dropping to her feet when Emperor Geta stomped his way over to you. She’d never speak to him like that, she knew better and she feared him more than anyone in all of Rome.

Geta grabbed you by the arm and forcefully spun you around, his ringed hand laying a harsh, reprimanding smack across your face. Your head whipped to the side from the force, but you weren’t going to back down. Not yet. “You better watch your tongue, you disrespectful little bitch. I own you, so you will do as I fucking say. Got it?”

You stared up at him with defiant orbs, your fists clenched by your sides to prevent yourself from smacking him like you so desperately wanted. You could have apologized and moved on from this, but you enjoyed egging him on, wanting to see how far you could push him and if your disobedience would get you killed after all. Or if he was into you like Mabel suspected, then maybe he’d make an exception. Maybe he’d someway, somehow start to like this defiant side of yours. “Own me? You don’t, own me. I belong to no one but myself. You just think you own me because you’re a self righteous dick with power.”

Geta took in a deep breath through his nose, jaw clenching tightly at your continued disobedience. You used to be so innocent, so obedient to his every demand, what happened to that version of you? If only he knew you were intentionally getting under his skin. “If you’re going to run your mouth like a cunt, then I’m going to treat you as such.”

Immediately he was forcing you onto your knees, giving your face another harsh slap when you tried standing back up. “Stay on your fucking knees. If you’ve got nothing of value to say, then I’m going to put this mouth to better use.” He quickly freed his cock from beneath his tunic and robe, thankfully not wearing his armor at this very moment.

You had to prevent yourself from widening your eyes at how endowed he was, not wanting to give him that ego boost when his ego was already through the roof. His shaft was girthy and long, and the vein running along the length of it was visibly throbbing already. Maybe I should have disrespected him way before now if this is what I get in return.

“Open your fucking mouth and don’t make me tell you twice.” He growled, grabbing your face in his hand and squeezing your cheeks hard enough to get you to part your lips for him. As soon as your jaw dropped open, he was forcing his cock into your mouth, groaning deeply when he hit the back of your throat. “Hollow your cheeks, whore.”

You automatically choked on his cock once he reached the back of your throat, hollowing your cheeks and taking a deep breath through your nose just before he started ruthlessly thrusting back and forth, choking even more when he reached to plug your nose thus cutting off any possible supply of oxygen you could get. Maybe he is going to kill me. At least I’ll go out with his cock down my throat.

“Look at you, already choking on my cock and I’ve only just started.” He mused with a snarky smirk, making you roll your eyes in mock annoyance. His hand gripped on your hair at the back of your head while his hips repeatedly snapped forward, using his grip to force your face to meet each thrust down your throat, smirking even wider when it pulled a garbled moan from your throat. “Oh you like that, huh you filthy whore? You like it when I violate your throat? Hm?”

You couldn’t help it, you moaned even louder, your eyes rolling into the back of your head for different reasons now. You hated to admit it, but the way he was throat fucking you with no remorse had you dripping, your pussy pulsating with each inconsiderate thrust down your throat. As much as you wanted to take a breath through your nose, you couldn’t, so you tried with all your mental and physical energy to stay conscious while he took his frustration towards you out.

Geta kept his gaze on your face as he forced himself down your throat, a wider smirk tugging at his lips when he noticed tears started to spill from the corner of your eyes. He wondered to himself if this was making you learn your lesson or if you were going to continue pushing his buttons to see what else he would do to you. He couldn’t deny it, your defiance which led to this moment made him hope you would test him some more, especially since your mouth and throat felt divine. He could only imagine how your cunt felt.

You snapped your gaze back on him when your lungs started to burn from lack of oxygen, looking up at him with eyes begging him to let you breathe, your fingers gripping onto his pristine robes to prevent yourself from collapsing. “Mmf!” You whimpered, one of your hands moving to wrap around the wrist of his hand still plugging your nose.

Geta took the hint and released your nostrils from between his fingers, letting you catch your breath through your nose while he continued abusing your throat with his cock. He watched as the color of your face returned to normal now that oxygen returned to your lungs, but your tears still resumed spilling down your face. “If you’d listened to me the first time, I wouldn’t have been so cruel while I throat fucked some respect into you.”

You narrowed your eyes to glare up at him, lifting your hand to give him the middle finger which only had him grinning sadistically. You knew you were playing a dangerous game, but part of you felt that your life wasn’t on the line, he was just really going to put you in your place if you continued your disobedient acts towards him.

He suddenly pulled his cock out of your mouth, allowing you ample opportunity to take multiple deep breaths to fully satiate your lungs while he glanced over at his other servants who were trying their best to ignore what was happening. “Leave us.” He ordered, waiting until the few of them scurried out of his chambers and the doors closed behind them.

Now your heart was pounding in your chest, hoping to the gods that he wasn’t going to kill you now that the two of you were alone. You hissed when he yanked you off the floor by the hair and forced you to look at him, him smirking at how swollen your lips had become from being wrapped around his cock. Gods he’s so cocky.

“You are very lucky that you’re my favorite. If it had been one of those servants who just left to disrespect me like this, their throats would have been slit the moment their disrespectful thoughts left their mouth.” His eyes roamed your face as he spoke, before he was dragging you over towards his bed and forcefully bending you over it. “Now you’re going to lay here like the obedient girl I know you can be while I deliver a well deserved punishment and you’re going to apologize for your blatant disrespect as I do so, got it?”

“Yes, Augustus.”

Geta grinned impishly at that, finally seeing an inkling of obedience from you again. “Now that wasn’t so hard, was it? Keep that up and I’ll have forgotten all about your disobedience in no time.” His hands gripped onto the fabric of your skirts and yanked them upwards before moving to your undergarment beneath and ripping it in two right off of you, giving his lips a lick at the sight of your plush ass cheeks.

You gasped at the sheer strength in his actions, biting down on your bottom lip as his fingers started tracing along your supple flesh before letting out a loud cry when his hand came down with a hard whack. “I-I’m sorry, Augustus!” You gasped, bracing yourself for the second smack you knew was coming, crying out again when it was received.

“I’m sorry Augustus for...?” He inquired, wanting a detailed apology and nothing less.

“I-I’m sorry for disrespecting you! For calling you such mean things, for not obeying your commands, for...for intentionally getting under your skin to see how far I could push you!” Your cries grew louder when his spanks grew more harsh, fresh tears spilling down your face all over again.

“And...?”

“And I’m sorry for saying you don’t own me! I-I’m yours! All yours, Augustus! I belong to you and you only! I-I’ll do anything you ask of me, like an obedient servant does!” You braced for more spanks, but they never came. Letting out a shaky breath, you dared to look over your shoulder, finding Geta staring down at you with something new in his eyes.

“You’ll give me my heir, that’s what you’ll do for me.” He gave you no warning before he was slamming his entire length inside you, your scream so loud, your pleasure could be mistaken for murder. A guttural moan erupted from his throat when he felt how tight and wet you were, his fingers digging into your hips as he started repeatedly slamming his cock in and out of you. “Fuck, I’ve never felt a more perfect cunt in my life. She’s all mine now. Say it!”

“She’s all yours, Augustus! All yours!” You squealed as you took every harsh thrust of his cock into you, the pain mixed with pleasure a feeling you never wanted to forget. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head with each ram against your cervix, fists clenched tightly into his sheets while you started squeezing around his cock. “Right there! Right there!”

Geta groaned at the way your walls squeezed around his cock, repeatedly aiming for that exact spot so they’d continue to do so, needing the added pleasure to coax him closer to his release. He wasn’t going to stop fucking you until you were filled to the brim with his seed. “Keep fucking squeezing me, going to claim my perfect cunt by filling her with my cum.”

You did just as he demanded, giving squeeze after squeeze after squeeze around his cock while he ruthlessly fucked you until finally he was tossing his head back with a roar and filling you with thick, heavy loads of his cum just as you coated his cock with your own cum. You buried your face into his bedding with a mewl as he filled you, not stopping your squeezes until he told you to.

“That’s enough.” He hissed after a minute, slowly pulling out of you once your vise-like clenches ceased and allowed him to easily slip out of you. He rolled you over onto your back after a moment before lifting you up to place you further up his bed, grabbing one of his pillows and using it to raise your hips up so not a single drop of his seed would go to waste. “Now you stay right here while I go tend to some important matters. Don’t let anything drip out of you, okay? Gotta be sure my seed takes.”

You gave your head a nod, watching as he fixed himself up while a thousand thoughts started swimming around your mind. You couldn’t stand him this morning, but now he was everything you could ever need. Did this change things between the two of you? Did he really want a servant to be the one to bear him his heir? Were you more than just a servant to him now? You needed to know.

“Augustus...” You whispered, nervously chewing on your bottom lip as you prepared yourself for the questions you had.

“Hmm?” He inquired, tossing your destroyed undergarments to the floor after cleaning his cock of your cum before tucking it back beneath his tunic.

“You don’t really want me to be the one to bear your heir, do you? I’m just a lousy servant... Don’t you want someone of a higher status to be the one to do so?” You frowned, your gaze refusing to meet his as you fiddled with your thumbs.

Geta sighed, moving to sit down beside you on the bed and reaching for your hands to still their anxious movements. “Look at me.” He commanded in a more gentle tone now, waiting for you to look up at him before continuing. “You’re not just a lousy servant. I’ve been wanting to make you more than that since your parents sold you into servitude, I just had to wait for the proper time to do so.”

“Really?” You blushed, completely taken aback by his confession.

“I did tell you you’re my favorite and I didn’t mean as a servant, I meant in general. I knew you were special when I first laid eyes on you.” He chuckled, bringing your knuckles to his lips for a kiss. “I’m sorry if I was too hard on you earlier. I just, I don’t take too kindly to that level of disrespect and when you kept pushing, my resolve snapped. I wasn’t expecting my favorite girl to say such cruel things about me.”

“I’m sorry.” You whispered, a soft frown on your face. “I only thought those things about you because I still have so much pent up anger over my parents selling me to be a servant. I guess I just never gave you the chance to prove yourself to be more than what you show yourself to be to everyone else in Rome.”

“Will you give me that chance now? Will you let me show you that there’s more to me than meets the eye?”

“Of course.” You smiled, your breath catching in your throat when he cupped your cheek and leaned in to press a deep kiss to your lips, your hands cupping his face as you kissed him in return.

“Thank you. I promise you, you will not be disappointed.” He breathed into the space between your mouths as he rested his forehead against yours. “I have some things I need to tend to right now, but I promise come tomorrow, you will no longer be a servant.”

Geta held true to his promises, proving to you that deep down he had more than a heart of stone, and turning you from the servant you were sold to be into the Empress you were destined to be. You never would have anticipated marrying the man you once despised, but now you wouldn’t change it for a thing.

Thank you for reading! Comments and reblogs are highly appreciated! 🩷 This was annoyingly difficult for me to write because I just couldn’t get the words to flow how I wanted, so I hope you enjoyed how it turned out 🥺

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[unsolved-duvall]

𝐍𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 - 𝐞.𝐦. (𝟏𝟖+)

eddie munson x fem!reader

warnings 18+ smut, soft eddie, soft reader, kissing, references to being in sub-space, fingering- fem receiving, no use of y/n, overuse of nicknames (baby, sweetheart, pretty girl, etc.). this is only a small blurb but i hope that’s okay <3

Always thinking about soft sex with Eddie.

Soft Eddie who just wants to make you feel good, who wants you to stop thinking for a while and just be there with him. He would make sure you were falling apart for him before he’s even touched you, leaving soft kisses across your neck and letting his hands wander. He trails your body with his ring-clad fingers like it’s a map only he gets to know.

He knows you. He knows your body. He knows the sounds you make and what each of them mean. He knows when he’s got his lips over your sweet spot on your neck and his hands wrapped around your back pulling you flush against him, that you’re about to let out the prettiest little whimpers he’s ever heard. He knows that when he gently bites down on your neck, the way you like, your hand is about to fly up to tangle itself in his hair, and you’ll hold back a moan.

He knows your about to whine and pull him up to kiss you, desperate to feel his soft lips against yours; which is exactly what you do. And of course, he obliges happily, because why wouldn’t he? You like to feel like he’s the one in control, it’s just what you like. But the truth is, and what Eddie knows to be true, is that really you’re in complete control here. He’s following your every move, your every sound, you’re the one in control of him, even if you don’t know it.

It might be ten minutes or an hour later, but eventually Eddie’s hand will wonder down between your thighs, resting just above where you want him to touch you. He’d let his hand rest there until your hips involuntarily buck up against him, searching for any sort of relief from that ache that only Eddie can pull from you.

“You need me to touch you sweetheart? yeah?” you’re nodding and your eyes look so heavy that he’s ready to give you everything you’ve ever wanted. You just look so pretty for him.

You’re trying to talk, trying to tell him that yeah, you do need him to touch you. But you’re breathing so heavily and you’re feeling so fucking good already that you can’t get the words out.

But Eddie knows.

“It’s okay baby, you just lie there and look pretty for me, huh? That what you want? Just want me to keep helping you make those pretty little sounds?”

Eddie knows you. So he knows when you get into this headspace he wants to make sure you’re still completely there, still with him. It’s why he grabs hold of one of your hands and intertwines your fingers with his, it’s why he squeezes your hand every now and then. You know the rule, you squeeze his hand back, you open your eyes and look at him, and he keeps going. If you don’t, he stops. No questions asked, no matter how much you beg him to keep going.

But tonight? Tonight you can’t keep your eyes off of him, and he’s making sure you feel every little touch. His fingers rub light pressured circles over your clit, and his lips go back to kissing yours, his tongue meeting yours and sending sparks flying between the two of you.

You’re struggling kiss him back, and Eddie’s swallowing every moan and breathy whimper you can’t hold back against his kiss-swollen lips. He knows your close, that you’re about to come, but he also knows you need him to talk you through it. You’d never admired it out loud, but he knows now you always come the hardest when you can hear his voice.

So that’s exactly why he moves to have his lips pressed against your ear, taking your ear lobe between his lips and kissing before he talks you through it as you crumble under him.

“Are you gonna come for me, angel? You gonna let me see how pretty you are when you come all over my fingers, huh?” Your chest is drooling up and down in an almost manic pace, you’re fighting for every drop of air that Eddie so effortlessly steals from you just by being around you.

“God I don’t know how I got so lucky sweetheart. A girl as sweet as you who goes dumb the second I get my hands on you, huh? Isn’t that right? You’re the smartest person I know but the second my fingers are inside you, there’s nothing going on in your pretty little head, is there?”

He hears you whimper against him and he smiles, you’re holding back, letting him keep talking to you, because you want to hear everything he has to say.

He loves you for that.

“Come on sweet girl, I can feel you clenching around my fingers, shit you drive me fucking insane, you know that?”

And then you do something he truly wasn’t expecting. Your free hand, the ones he’s not holding, moves between your bodies until your letting yourself feel him over his jeans, even through the thick denim you can feel how hard he is, and it only makes your whole body cry out for him more.

“Oh- fuck- sweetheart, I need you to come, okay? You gonna come for me? Yeah? I know, I know-”

And suddenly everything hits you all at once and you’re pulling Eddie against you so you can bury your head in his neck, completely consumed by him.

He talks you through your high.

“Fuck that’s my girl.”

“God you sound sweeter every time.”

“I got you pretty girl, just let yourself feel good.”

“That’s it- you did so well for me, I love you, baby”

And you’re shaking and your whole body is on fire and it’s too much but it’s also not enough. It’s everything you could ever need but you still need more. It’s Eddie.

It’s all Eddie and he’s everything you could ever have asked for.

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thank you for reading! i’m sorry it’s not very long or very good and if there are any spelling or grammar errors i can only apologise. i’m going to try so hard to write a full length fic soon. i’ve just been struggling to write at the moment 🤍

[catherinnn]

Hunger for Touch

Joseph Quinn x reader

smut with switch! joe, wrote this trying to cope with all the content we're getting lately because i neeeddd himmmmm

It had been over two weeks of not seeing each other, sixteen days to be exact. You talked every day, but you missed seeing each other in person, you missed having a conversation without having to wait some minutes or even hours for a reply, or see each other without a glitch on the screen. You missed hugging, kissing, touching. And it showed.

As soon as you walk in the door coming home from work, he jumped on you.

"Oh!"

"Fucking finally" he grunts as he hugs you conpletetly covering you, towering you, wrapping you with his arms, making you feel small next to him.

You hug him back once the surprise effect passes. Kisses are shared in your mouths, cheeks, necks, frontheads, even hair. Just everywhere. Mixed with 'I missed you's and 'I love you's.

That transforms into walking over the couch where he sits, pulling you to sit on his lap. Sweet kisses become deeper, and hands start moving and wondering on eachother's bodies.

"Missed you so much, babe" he whispers against your mouth, his hands carresing your waist pulling you even closer.

"Yeah? You did?" you say in a soft tone, almost as if you didn't believe him. But it was all part of the game.

"Yeah," he breathly moans before another kiss, "so fucking much"

"Yeah?" you breath against him as well. As you slowly start moving your hips forward and then backward again. Sarting to grind down on him.

He kisses you somehow even deeper, and his hans start pulling on your shirt. You lift it over your head, and he wastes no time to start kissing your neck and unhooking your bra to then take it off as well.

He lowers his kisses to your breasts, and you grind harder on him to find some kind of relief.

He's holding you so tight you wouldn't be surprised to find purple marks later where his fingers were.

"Need you, baby" he confesses.

"Yeah? Where do you need me?" you tease him a little.

"Please, baby"

"Tell me Joe, what do you need?" you insist.

"Need you, need- need to be inside you" he stuggles to say, and you keep grinding, feeling his hard cock against your clit.

"Inside me?" you ask, but he's already nodding. "Yeah?"

You open his shirt quickly and then move your hands to his pants, where you fight a little to open it. He yanks his pants down as you take yours off, panties and all.

You sit on him again, and his hands quickly return to your hips, bringing you closer. You grab his dick softly. He's really hard, and his tip is red. You move to feel it against your entrance to then sink down slowly.

He throws his head back with a sigh, and you keep sinking down. You moan at the feeling of him inside you once again.

"Fuck, you're so tight" he moans as he grips you harder, definitely leaving marks on your hips.

You move up and down on his cock, quickly finding a rithm as he helps moving you with his hands.

"Oh, Joe" your head throws back now, arching your back at how good he feels. "You're so big"

He moans, and he starts moving you even faster. "Fuck, baby, I'm not gonna last long. Missed you too much"

"I'm not gonna last either, baby" you admit as well.

He leaves messy kisses all over your chest and neck. You feel his strong and marked shoulders and down to his arms. He's getting so muscly that it turns you on even more.

One of his hands goes down to your clit to start playing with it, making you move faster as you feel your climax getting closer.

"Are you close too? Gonna cum with me?" he asks suddently feeling dominant again.

"Yes, Joe!" you let him take control, and he starts moving you harder. "Oh, shit"

"Fuck, that's it. Cum with me, darling" he orders and you do as he says. Letting your climax take over your body while you moan his name.

He finishes seconds later griping you even harder but you can't find it in you to complain, it just added to the pleasure.

You stay with your head on his shoulder trying to find your breath and he does the same but with his head thrown back against the coutch's cushions.

After some minutes like that, you can think straight again. You leave a few kisses on his shoulder, up to his jaw. Then move to leave one last kiss on his lips, one that he returns happily.

"Hi" you finally say with a cheeky smile on.

"Hi, beautiful" he laughs.

[louloulemons-posts]

pretty boy cuddles

(creds to owner)

i can just imagine after a long day at work eddie coming home and finding you half asleep in bed.

“Eds?”

“Sorry Sweetheart didn’t mean to wake you.”

You’d open your arms wide, inviting him for a cuddle. “Hang on, let me get changed.”

His version of getting changed was shimmying out of his jeans and throwing his top to the ground, before claiming under the sheets into your embrace.

face hidden in your neck, he’d be lay on you fully, your one hand would instantly meet his thick curls whilst the other traced words on his back.

‘i love you’

“i love you too,” he’d say aloud.

“i love you most pretty boy.”

he’d hum at that, a noise of pure contentment, almost like a purring cat. your fingers in his hair and writing your love story on his back would send him to sleep in a few minutes.

placing a soft kiss on his head, you smiled, happy to have the prettiest boy, the boy you loved most, come home to you.

[queenimmadolla]

𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

(dad!eddie munson and mom!reader as young parents)

more of the penny verse here • eddie edit © @fefemunson!

Summary. . . You admire your new baby girl. warnings: none, just fluff a/n: eddie and reader are about 20 and 21 (i also feel the need to express eddie exhibits Sagittarius traits so i'm thinking he had to have been born in december, kinda close to capricorn cause he looks evil but he's not) and some cuteness before I give you angst with 'Wayne's World'. enjoy! let me know what you think? ◡̈

“So…how you liking it out here?” You asked, propped on your stomach and resting on your forearms.

  Your daughter, only six days old, stared back up at you, small plump lips parted. She still looked so new and a little wrinkly.

  “There’s not a single thought in your adorable little head, is there?” You stroked over her soft hair—she’d come out with a full head of it—mindful of her delicate head and softspot. Penny blinked once, hard, at the gentle caress, but continued to marvel at you, the big brown eyes she’d inherited from her father were so wide that her forehead was squishing up towards her adorable hairline.

  The television was on, more so for background noise as the volume was very low. Eddie was asleep in the bedroom, he’d taken it upon himself to let you get as much rest as possible—always insisting on getting up in the middle of the night to gather Penny when she became fussy. She didn’t do too much, wasn’t all that active yet. If she wasn’t fussing, she was attached to one of your nipples or sleeping. In the four days since you’d brought her home, she hadn’t done a whole lot of sleeping during the convenient times for her new parents. No, she slept during the day and was up all night.  

  Eddie was so good with her, though. Took the screaming like a champ, it was so fascinating to you that she couldn’t produce actual tears yet but it still hurt your heart to hear her cry. He’d just take off his shirt and hold her to his chest, skin to skin seemed to calm Penny down, and you’d pumped enough to have overnight supplies of milk for her when your nipples were too sore to handle Penny’s nursing, though you didn’t mind when he stirred you from sleep to settle Penny against your breast so she could eat.

  That was about the only time Eddie did wake you. Giving birth had drained you, you knew it was gonna be uncomfortable and take a lot out of you but you hadn’t anticipated the lack of energy you’d have in the days following as well, and you hadn’t voiced it but Eddie knew you. Sometimes, you thought he knew you better than you knew yourself.

  It was surprising when you woke before him, feeling well rested instead of drained. You’d quietly gotten out of bed, careful not to wake him, to check on Penny, and for once, she was up at a normal time, too. 

  Eddie looked exhausted, breathing deep as he slept so you decided it was time to start bonding with your baby more. A little mommy-daughter time.

  After changing her diaper and feeding her, you got yourself dressed and ready, put her in a cute little onesie and folded a blanket on the carpet in the living room to lay her down. 

  You hadn’t realized there wasn’t a whole lot to do with a newborn until half an hour had passed with you two staring at each other, really taking each other in. You studied her and while you didn’t think she had a whole lot of brain processing power, you had a feeling she was trying to figure you out, too. As more than just her food source, anyways. Sometimes her stare would go soft, eyelids looking heavy before they were wide open again as if you’d done something to startle her out, it was kind of funny. 

  “You know, you’re pretty cute but you’re kind of boring,” You teased, fingers trailing down her little side until you reached her onesie covered foot and your ovaries cried at how small it was. You pressed your thumb gently just below her teeny tiny toes and like the little alien she was, they curled in on it in a way she probably wouldn’t be able to do in a few months, newborn flexible-ness.

  “All you heard was cute, huh?”

  Seemingly in response, because of course your daughter knew her cues, she was Eddie Munson’s baby after all, she began to suckle on nothing, lips miming the motion. You grabbed her pacifier and held it to her lips, giggling when she mouthed at it until it was settled and she looked content. 

  You beamed down at her, thumb stroking over the pad of her foot before pressing a kiss to it. And since you were kissing her foot you just had to show those chunky (god you wanted to bite them) cheeks some love, pressing your lips noisily and repeatedly against her face.

  Penny let you have your fun, the eye of her cheek you were focused on forced to squint as the chubb of it spread with the pressure of your kisses.

  You’d been expecting her to smell good, a baby survival mechanism to entice people to want to take care of her, but you had no idea how obsessed with it you’d become. You just wanted to bottle the newborn smell up so you could have it forever. Once you were done kissing her face, your nose trailed up her head to sniff at her hair where the scent was the strongest. You inhaled deeply, very much so exaggerated and let out an even more dramatic sigh before you pulled away to look down at her.

  “I’ve never done it, but you’re better than crack,” You swore.

  “Neither have I and I agree.” A raspy voice responded from behind you.

  You rolled onto your side, glancing over your shoulder to see Eddie leaning against the doorway of the bedroom, lips curled into a smile and sleep still lingering in his eyes.

  “You know, it’s really hot when you linger in doorways like that, but it’s also kind of creepy, Eddie.”

  The sleepy look quickly morphed into a mischievous one, “You think I’m hot?”

  “So, that’s what you’re gonna take from that? You already know I think you’re hot. Exhibit A,” You gestured down to his baby you’d popped out less than a week ago. 

  Eddie laughed and joined you on the floor, lips pursed in exaggeration once he was settled. You were all too happy to lean in, pressing your lips firmly against his. It was clear he’d just been expecting a quick peck when he let out a sound of surprise before you felt the curve of his smile which in turn made you smile.

  You felt so doped up on love; you had Eddie, who you thought would be the greatest love of your life, and now you had the baby you two made, proof of your love (an accidental one but still) and also proof that you could be wrong, since she turned out to be the other great love of your life. Despite the late nights, sore nipples and how peeing was somewhat of a chore while your stitches healed, life was bliss.

  “Mmm,” Eddie hummed when you pulled away, eyes still closed and that smile still plastered on his face. Then he groaned, head dropping. “These are going to be the longest six weeks of my life, I just know it.”

  You laughed, pressing a kiss to his cheek before you sat up and carefully lifted Penny. She was so doll-like, ugh, you loved her so much. You turned her in your grasp, a hand cradling the back of her head and neck while your other supported her bottom as you pressed her cheek against yours, the both of you facing Eddie.

  “But isn’t this worth it?” 

  There wasn’t any humor behind the reply he rasped out, his features morphing into the tender expression that always made you feel breathless, like you were important to him, “Yeah. Yeah, it is.”