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Heyy

Could you write Eddie x introvert reader😭

Like a little story and then some smut maybe😭

Not So Shy

Eddie Munson X Shy!Girlfriend

Word Count : 2.4k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Stop looking a my ass!”

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

“Shush!”

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

“Sure.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Shush, you’re not ugly.”

“No?”

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

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

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

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

“Want a drink? Wayne made lemonade.”

“Yes please.”

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

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

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

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

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

“You should take a nap.”

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

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

“Oh yeah? What’s it called?”

“The Breakfast Club.”

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

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

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

“Hi,” you said looking up at him.

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

“Think it’ll take a while.”

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

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

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

“Since sliced bread?” you joked.

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

“You’re a sweet talker Eddie Munson.”

“Only for you baby.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Eds,” you whined.

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

“Feels so good.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please what baby?”

“Do more.”

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

“I got you baby, Eddies got you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Baby please.”

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

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

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

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

“Well how can I say no to you?”

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

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

So he stopped. “I said okay?”

“Okay, yes.”

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

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

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

“Yes.”

“Yes who?”

“Yes daddy.”

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

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

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

“Fuck daddy- I- I …”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“God daddy your dicks so good.”

“Yeah? Best dick you’ll ever get.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Heaving breathing was all that was heard.

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

“Come on baby we better get cleaned up.”

“Can I stay the night?”

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

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

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

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

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Sooooo … got a bit carried away 👀

Hope you enjoyed 😚

[finalgowrl]

go little rockstar 💫

[lovejosephquinn]

Just some bedtime imagery for you all, g’night ✨

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eyes 🤎✨ face just all lit up dawe

Ralph vibes

[pbs-theundeadmaggot]

Back with another request! If I send too many, just pick your favourites or ignore them :) also, with any requests from me you can do with !fem or !gn, whichever you prefer!

Maybe the reader works in like a library, or used book shop, and Eddie shows up all the time because he has a crush on her, but hasn't worked up the nerve to actually ask her out or talk to her more than like small talk yet?

Creep

Eddie Munson x Fem!reader

[a/n] I'm so sorry this took so long, I'm working on your other request but I wanted to quickly get this one completed. I hope its okay!

[warnings?] religion contemplation? not proof read

Valen-Cries masterlist available here!

He’d spent majority of his free days watching from afar, working up the courage to approach her, coming close a couple times but quickly backing out as soon as her eyes locked with his, sending him a small wave and shy smile before turning back to the book she’d been reading intensely. 

Eddie swore he could’ve fainted then and there, with the spring sun shining down on her features, highlighting each curve and crevice that graced her skin, she was like an angel incarnate. While he was the furthest from religious he’d happily declare his faith with her as his witness. 

 Funnily enough he’d been sent to the library to work on his religious studies, not because he cared per sea but because if he was going to play into the idea of being the satan worshipper he might as well make it accurate. Of course his friends had questioned his sanity yet again, almost fearful this would do the opposite he’d intended it to do. However, he wasn’t going to back down from the challenge so easily.

In the short time spent among dusty damp books and you, he’d quickly learnt quite a lot. For one your favourite book was the princess bride, the crumpled pages and frayed spine giving it away. He’d found a sense of comfort in your actions, seeing that while you presented yourself as put together and calm there was clearly a need to escape the present and live through the words of another, with no expectation of the now.

He’d also learnt that you seemed to have your other favourites on rotation, after finishing one you’d switch back to another worn down copy of a classic, taking notice that not one of them appeared to be Lord of the Rings. Perhaps if he even worked up the nerve to talk to you, he’d ask.

There were times when he’d caught himself staring for too long to not be considered creepy, while he’d tried desperately not to be. After weeks of lowkey stalking he’d given up, realising that you didn’t seem to mind, in fact it had become a sort of game between the two of you. From quiet flirting between the shelves and leaving small gifts in the others unmarked territory, it seemed as though you also enjoyed this.

Valentines had quickly approached and while Eddie was never really bothered with mediocre holidays, the prospect of actually participating had him shaking with nerves. The following day he’d walked in with his own copy of Lord of the Rings, dog eared and probably in worse state than yours, quickly placing it in front of you and blurting out his question without a thought.

“Be my valentine?” Stunned at his own forwardness, clearing his throat once more before continuing “I mean I’ve seen you around and I thought that maybe you’d like to go out with me?” 

A wide smile spread across your face at his words, his chocolate button eyes staring down at you in desperation as the silence stretched. Seems you both had the same idea though, as you reached down to grab your copy of The Princess Bride, thrusting it into his fidgety hands. Your words had failed but keenly nodding like a lovesick fool at him as you swapped numbers and arranged a date.

Which would be one of many to come

[icallhimjoey]

Midnight kiss with Joseph on New Years

ok babe, so @mybffjoe and i had one of those conversations where we just added onto a fantasy until it quite literally became a full fic and it kind of fit this request, so EVEN THOUGH its not in time for NYE, i hope you enjoy! Wordcount: 2K

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So Unlike Yesterday

part one - part two

"Move in everyone, get in here with me," you called out over the music, held out your arm and saw people move to get their faces into your selfie. You stuck your tongue out, closed your eyes and held the shutter button down to take fifteen pictures in one second.

"Cute!" you called out before you'd even seen the pic.

But it was cute. You in the forefront, pretty, glass of your own weird mixture of alcohol in hand and a gaggle of your girlfriends behind you, all dressed in shimmery sleek outfits.

It was a picture you would absolutely post onto Instagram, but the reason you'd taken it was to send over to your family, your friends - your entire contact list if you were honest. You threw a NYE filter over top, wrote a generic 'happy new year' message underneath and, at 11:40pm, pressed send.

You instantly got replies. Especially your family members were quick to respond.

You also received a pic from a friend who was in the room with you, and it was a pic of you, on your phone. You laughed and gave her the finger. Downed your drink. Threw yourself into the singing that was happening to ABBA's Dancing Queen, until you saw your phone light up again.

Your new boss.

You opened the text and were met by a picture of... people you absolutely didn't know. And they'd absolutely mimicked the picture you'd sent; a guy holding his phone, arm outstretched, tongue out, eyes closed, drink in his other hand. And in the background, other guys, all posed in the same ways your friends had posed, facial expressions and all.

Then three flickering dots.

"Happy new year! Who is this?"

Wrong number.

You'd put your new boss' phone number in manually the day before, for the job you were going to start on Monday, and either your boss was very cool and had great humour, or you'd messed up the number. Probably the latter, as you didn't recognise any of the people in the photo, but you weren't going to risk it.

"did I not just text the coolest boss in the world ever? who will definitely not fire me before I've even started?"

It took a second, and you waited in panic, breath held, palms sweating, which one of your friends noticed.

"What's up?" she asked.

"Wait!" you said, held a finger up as another three flickering dots appeared in your text thread that held a name above it that you hoped so hard didn't match the phone number you had just received a photo from.

Another photo popped up.

The same guy who'd done your pose in the other picture, now just his face up close, nose scrunched up, one eye closed, mouth pulled up into a thin smile.

You sighed, let your shoulders drop, so very relieved. You definitely had just typed in the number wrong and had now texted a random person a photo of you and your friends at a New Years Eve party.

"omg so sorry, wrong number! but cheers!" you replied, and then, turned your phone to let your friend see.

"Shit, that's hilarious!" she said, taking the phone from your hand and showing someone else, zooming in on the pic of the guys, then swiping to have a look at yours.

"Look at this!" your phone got passed around.

You needed another drink, you realised you mouth was dry after that very brief high-stakes scary situation.

"Send back the same pic!" someone suggested when they'd swiped onto the close up selfie of the guy, and before you could even think of doing so, your friend who held your phone exclaimed, "He's typing! He's typing!"

Another pic of the same guy, his phone at a bit of a distance and holding his drink up too close to the camera to have it in focus. He was very clearly drunk. The pic had text attached, "Cheers! What's your poison?"

"Who is he?" someone asked.

"I don't know!" you made a face at your phone as you opened your camera and sent back a pic of your empty glass.

This was fun. You'd had enough to drink to indulge yourself in this weird back and forth for a bit.

Three flickering dots.

"what was in that"

You took a second to look around the room, spotted a friend who still had her glass full and walked over. You held her wrist, got your camera to focus on it and behind it, she ducked her face down into frame and smiled.

Perfect shot. You sent it back, and wrote "apple pie cocktail".

"shit" is all you got in return, and it made you giggle.

You scooped up your empty glass and took it to the kitchen. You really did want another, and the clock was ticking down. It was going to be champagne flutes in a bit, but ten minutes felt too long to be without a drink and having smelled the one your friend was still nursing, you really did fancy another.

Your phone buzzed in your hand before you even got to place your glass down on the kitchen counter.

"looks good, whats in that"

Could you just... Facetime him? Call him and show him? A friend joined you in the kitchen, opened the fridge to fix herself a drink too. "He wants to know what's in an apple pie cocktail," you said, and because she wasn't a mindreader, she started listing all the ingredients.

No, that's not what you meant.

"wait ill show you" you replied in a text and then, because you weren't a total creep, waited half a minute before you Facetimed the person that was listed under your new boss' name in your phone.

He answered immediately.

The room he was in was just as loud as the party you had going, and where you had your camera flipped so he wasn't able to see your face, his face was VERY close to the screen.

"Okay, so," you got straight to business, speaking loudly into your phone to make yourself audible over the music. That's not how technology worked - you could've spoken at a normal volume into the mic and the stranger would've heard you just fine, but you'd been drinking, and this was a weird situation you had found yourself in.

"Glass," you showed your empty glass on the counter.

"Glass!" he repeated after you, and you chuckled. He heard, smiled in return.

"Apple cider." you used your free hand to slide a bottle of Magners into frame.

"Apple cider!"

"Vanilla vodka."

"Vanilla vodka!" he repeated again.

You saw how someone else had joined him, recognised the face as one of the guys who'd imitated one of your friends in the group photo he'd sent. Both their faces were only half in shot, far too close to the phone, very obviously just watching you and not caring about what they looked like to you, what image of themselves they were sending out into the ether.

"What's going on?" the other guy asked.

"She's mixing a drink." you could barely hear them over the music playing at both parties.

"She the one from the photo?"

"Yea, she's hot,"

You pretended you didn't hear that.

"Fireball whisky."

"Fireball whisky!" they repeated in unison now, and made you laugh once more.

"And ice!" you finished, opening the freezer, doing your best to keep it all in frame for them to see as you got an ice tray out.

To actually make the drink, you decided to flip the camera and show yourself. You placed the phone down against the backsplash and showed them how you put the drink together. You'd tapped your own little screen to switch them so you could see what you were doing, to make sure you got it all in frame for them. A friend joined you, bent down to get into frame as she sipped her drink, stared real close at your phone for a second before asking, "Are you live?"

"I'm Facetiming... these, random guys?" you laughed. This was so weird, very random.

"Joe!" he'd heard you.

"I'm Facetiming Joe, making an apple pie - you want one?"

It was all chaotic, you were mixing drinks for you and a friend, talking through it, had people come in and out of the kitchen who started collecting champagne flutes from cabinets because midnight was getting real close now. Joe asked where you were, and you each explained you were at friend's parties, somewhere in London, and you joked, oh my God what if you were at the same one? You saw Joe rush into the kitchen at his party, and you laughed. Or what if you were real close to each other? You were seriously both in London? What a weird coincidence! On Joe's end he was talking to other people too, looking down at his phone, it was mostly the top half of his face and the ceiling that you got to see, but he would laugh, move around a lot and have sips of his drink.

"Ok that's it! Bye!" you said suddenly, finishing the drink, grabbing the phone and bringing your own face more into view.

"Wait!" Joe said before you could hang up on him.

"Taste test!" he requested, and, you weren't lame, so you brought your glass up to your mouth and took a sip as you brought the camera in close.

You could see Joe move in even closer to his phone screen too.

"S'that good?"

You copied him, but moved your phone so close, it was just your mouth showing now.

"Yea it's fucking good."

"Countdown!!" you heard someone yell at Joe's party, and nearly at the same time, you were called into the living room by your friends for the countdown too.

You didn't hang up.

Just took Joe with you as you joined your friends. You saw Joe do the same.

It was all linked arms, or arms draped over each other's shoulders and more people had their phones out, filming, taking pictures and Facetiming the people that hadn't been able to make it. You blended in just fine with Joe. It was just a funny stranger on your phone instead of your mum. Surrounded by your favourite people, buzzed from all the drinks you already had and unable to stop your giddy giggles, this really felt like the best way to ring in the new year.

You started the count down, and you were both shouting numbers into your phones. The friend next to you laughed when she saw what was happening, thought it was so funny too that this random dude was now part of your circle in this moment.

Then, when the clock struck midnight, you both saw how Joe leant in to kiss his phone. You laughed, turned your phone more to show your friend who scrunched up her face, but then reached and pushed your hand that was holding your phone to your face.

You kissed your phone too.

Joe only just managed to catch it as he moved back before you did, and couldn't hold back his own giggles.

"Happy new year!"

"Happy new year!"

Someone handed you a flute of champagne, and you cheersed your glass to your phone before flipping the camera and making your way onto the balcony with everyone else to watch the fireworks.

Joe did the same, except he was out on the street, holding his phone up towards the sky, and in some weird romantic turn of the strangest events that lead up to this moment, you watched fireworks together. Said things like, "Ooh those ones are my favourite," when you saw the specific ones that sparkled after exploding up high in the air, and Joe could've sworn, could have absolutely sworn, just for those specific sparkly fireworks, that you'd both seen the same ones.

You had to be close.

Had to be.

The new year had only just started literal minutes ago, and already, it seemed like the best fucking year yet. Nothing like the year before. So unlike yesterday. Yes, this year was going to be better, Joe thought, as he listened to your marvels through the phone.

Happy fucking new year indeed.

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read part two here!

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Sleepy👏Sex👏with👏Joe

t/w: Smut [18+!!! Minors, i'll shoo you with a broom]; female reader, fingering, handjob, sleepy sex

It's one in the morning and you're finally climbing into bed after spending hours doing research for your job. Your eyes burn from staring at a laptop screen too long, and your fingers ache from the typing. The one thing you need now is your bed and a nice cuddle from your man.

He's curled up in the middle of the bed, little snores bouncing off the walls of your room. His face buried in the side of your pillow, your scent keeping his dreamlike state centered on you. A dream which was nearing the climax– his climax.

You undress down to your panties, too exhausted to find your pajamas in the dark room. Lifting the sheets and sliding in next to Joe, he curls his arm around your torso, pulling your back flush against his chest. His warmth envelopes you as your muscles relax into the mattress and into him.

His lips kiss your shoulder before he squeezes you closer. "Finished?" The grogginess of his voice perks your ear. You can never get enough of his deep and gravelly sleepy voice. He feels your body adjust against him, your ass lightly grinding his hard cock.

You reply with a sweet sigh, bringing his hand to your lips for a quick peck. Your aware of him poking your ass, but don't want to bring attention to it if he's too tired. However, the feeling of him right behind you, his body hot and ready to go, won't let you sleep. It isn't until you feel his hips slightly grind into you from behind that you're made aware he can't sleep either.

A soft moan whispers behind your ear at a harder thrust into you. His cock might be awake, but the rest of his body is still half-asleep and he's losing the ability to grind his hips. He flips onto his back, sliding a hand into his boxers to palm at his length. As quiet as he's trying to be, the moans and grunts escaping him can't be tamed. He begins pumping, slowly, to keep his sounds at bay.

You, on the other hand, still lay with your back to him, smiling at his symphony of moans. It wasn't long before you also turn on your back, looking at him with hungry eyes. His hand never ceases the movements giving him pleasure. If anything, it moves faster with your eyes now on him. Your hand dips below the sheets into your panties, finding your bundle and drawing quick circles. Despite the ache in your fingers, the pleasure is welcomed.

Joe pulls the sheets lower off your bodies to get a view of your chest. He licks his lips, looking at you for approval before bending over to suck on your nipple. Your fingers speed up and a moan escapes you, causing him to grip harder on his length. He grunts against your skin, the vibrations sending shockwaves through you.

As wonderful as this is, you're not nearing release, and neither is he. You remove your hand from your underwear, sliding them off and watch as he does the same. In any other situation, you'd be climbing each other by now, but your body's sore. You spit on your hand and find his cock under the sheets, biting your lip as the groan he lets out. One hand fists at the sheets below him as his other moves between your legs.

His middle finger dips between your folds, feeling your juices leaking from you. He circles your clit before sliding back down your entrance. Your hand grips tightly against him, playing at the dip underneath his tip. He hisses, placing his unoccupied hand on top of yours to still the movements. He refuses to come before you, and he was leaning dangerously over the edge.

With the movement on his length paused, he gives his full attention to you, pumping his fingers in and out in a rhythm that has your squirming. He can no longer handle not seeing your cunt swallow his digits, and finally kicks off the sheets covering your bodies. With your nakedness in full view, he continues his motions again, his thumb finding your clit. Your hand begins pumping him again with purpose.

His head is thrown back, eyes shut tight and mouth wide open as he nears his climax. The vein in his throat juts out, and the muscles in his belly grow taut. Your legs shake against his as his movements pick up pace. Your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you finally reached your peak. The white hot pleasure nearly clouding your ability to hear Joe moaning out beside you as droplets of cum splattered your hand and his stomach. You both did your best to keep your hands moving on each other to ride out your orgasms, faltering for a second or two.

You helped each other through your climaxes, his hand stopping your movements on his length when it became too much, and the hand on you pulling his fingers out at the same time. You lay beside each other catching your breaths, feeling the exhaustion seep into your muscles finally.

Joe uses his discarded boxers to clean himself off before pulling the sheets back over your bodies. You flip onto your side again with him right behind you. He throws his arm over your waist and kisses your shoulder. This time, you both find sleep.

[sweet-villain]

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Bullet To The Heart

Torn

The Truth

Fluff With Joe

You

Just A Birthday Taste

Truly Madly & Deeply

Home With You

Dancing With Our Hands Tights

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Picture This

Now Or Never

UnPretty

Showered You With Love

My, My, My Lover

Stop And Stare

Home Sweet Home

Like I'm Going To Lose You

Only One

Look At Me, Don't Look At Him

She

Pretty Girl Part 2

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My Beauty

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You're All I Want

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You Miss All We Had

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You Got Me

It's You Part 2

Adore You

The Fool Ft D.M

On Top Of The World With You

The Way You Look

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[louloulemons-posts]

Drunk Snuggles

Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader

Summary : Eddie gets a little drunk at a party and wants to cuddle his girlfriend.

Word Count : 1.7K

Warnings : mentions of alcohol, Eddie getting a little sad, it’s angsty for like a second, major fluff, fluffy Eds, none sexual nakedness, use of Y/N, pet names, not proof read.

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Laughing as you spoke to Robin, you could feel the music thumping around the room. You were at a house party, it wasn’t something you did a lot but you felt like it.

“I think our peace is going to be disturbed,” Robin said, motioning to somewhere behind you. Turning you saw your other friend Steve Harrington, he looked flushed in his face.

When he reached you he spoke, “You need to come deal with your boy, he’s something else with booze in his system.”

“Where is he?” You asked.

“The garden, I left him on a lounger.”

You nodded and headed through the crowd of dancing bodies to get to the back door. It was much quieter out there, not many people. A few were smoking and others making out.

The curly haired boy lay on a lounger, staring up at the sky. An almost empty bottle of beer loosely hanging from his hand. Making your way to him you could only smile.

“Hey,” you spoke softly, to not make him jump. Hearing your voice he shot up, “Hey!” Attempting to stand and make his way to you, he cackled as he wobbly, nearly falling flat on his face.

You quickly grabbed him, ensuring that he stayed up right. “Careful Eds,” you said, holding him by the waist. Giving you a goofy grin, he sighed, “You’re so beautiful, where did you go?”

“Just talking to Robin babe, I did tell you.”

“Yeah but you were gone agessss,” he whined, lips falling into a pout. “20 minutes isn’t ages.”

“It is, my favourite girl left me for 20 whole minutes, that’s like … a million seconds!”

“A million?”

“Mhm,” he nodded.

“Well I’m back now.”

“Yeah,” he smiled again, hugging you tightly.

You hadn’t seen Eddie get drunk too many times, but on the few occasions you did, you noticed he became a lot more touchy than usual.

“Love you so much,” he slurred.

“I love you too.”

“Yeah?” He asked, pulling away to look at your face. “Yeah, I love you.” He laughed, shyly hiding his face, in your neck.

“What’s funny?” You asked.

“The prettiest girl in the whole of Hawkins .. in the whole world … the whole universe! Loves me, Eddie Munson. Who’d have thought,” he rambled on.

“How much have you had to drink pretty one?”

“Just a couple.”

“Mhm. Sure you did. Should’ve kept an eye on you.”

“I’m sorry, are you mad at me?” He asked, eyes almost teary when he looked at you.

“Oh no,” you said, softly stroking his face, “I’m glad you’re having fun.”

“Mhm, I was. But then you left me! Then Steve said he’d find you, tell you to come and see me if I promised to stay on the lounger.”

“And here I am,” you smiled.

“Mhm! You found me!”

“Course I did, can’t lose my favourite boy can I?”

“I’m your favourite boy?” He asked, tilting his head like a puppy. “Yeah baby, you’re my favourite person.”

His face flushed at that, gosh he was so cute. “Could we maybe go home now though?” He asked.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah I just-” he mumbled something into your neck.

You laughed, “Pretty one I can’t hear you when you talk there, tell me what you said.”

“I wanna … go home and cuddle.”

“You wanna cuddle?”

“So bad,” he said softly, head resting on your shoulder.

“We can do that, let’s go say goodbye and then I’ll drive us home.”

“Home?”

“The trailer Eds.”

“It’s your home?”

“Wherever you are is my home Eddie.”

He looked like he was about to burst into tears, but instead he held the sides of your face and planted a kiss on your mouth. “Love you so much.”

“Love you too baby.”

You unwinded your arms from his waist and took his hand, “Lets go say bye then.” Walking back into the party you saw your friends.

They waved at you as you made your way over, a stumbling Eddie behind you. “Careful,” you said, to which he just laughed.

You hugged Nancy, Steve, Robin and Jonathan goodbye. Making sure they all had ways to get home safe, feeling Eddie almost tugging you towards the door.

“Good luck with him tonight Y/L/N,” Steve said. “Thanks Harrington, see you guys later.”

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When you arrived at the car, you helped Eddie in as he had turned into bambi on ice. No idea how to control his long limbs. “Steady babe, mind your head,” you said, placing your hand on his curls and he got into your car.

He pulled his legs in and sighed as he leaned back against the leather seat. Leaning over to do his seatbelt, he pecked your cheek. Once. Twice. Three times.

“Comfy?” He nodded, you smiled. Shutting the door and climbing to your side, repeating the same actions as Eddie had done, you began your drive to Eddies.

The car was quiet, only the rumbling of the engine making a sound. Whilst you changed gears you felt another hand on yours, Eddie linking your fingers. “You okay?”

“Miss you.”

“Sweet boy I’m right here,” you chuckled.

“Not close enough.”

“Well we can be close and cuddle as soon as we get in and ready for bed okay?”

“Mhm. How longs it gonna take?”

“‘Bout 5 minutes Eds.”

Letting out an audible whine, you looked over at your boyfriend. “What?”

“Too long.”

“You’ll be okay. You’ve got my hand and we can talk.”

“What about?”

“Anything.”

He let out a sigh, thinking of something to say. “Can I ask a question?”

“Sure, go for it babe.”

“Why me?”

“Why you what?” You furrowed your brows, not understanding what he meant.

“Why would you want to be with me?”

“Why wouldn’t I? You’re kind, and funny, and a great friend. I love spending time with you. You make me happy, and laugh so much. You’re a beautiful souls Eddie.”

You heard him sniffle. Pulling into the trailer park, Eddie hadn’t spoke since your little speech. “Here we go Pretty one, we’re home.”

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Turning off the car and climbing out you walked round to help Eddie, finding him tearing up. “Hey, what’s wrong?” You asked, stroking his face.

“You just said … such nice things!” He cried out, “ so nice and I just love you and you love me and it’s just nice.”

“Oh baby, come on let’s get in. You need some cuddles huh?”

He nodded, rubbing his face and taking your hands to get out the car. Locking it, you walked into the trailer. Wayne was lay on the couch watching a show.

“Hey kids how was the party?” He asked.

“It was good we had fun,” you smiled at the older man. “Good I’m glad, have you eaten?” He questioned.

“Baby,” Eddie whined in your ear, arms wrapping around you from behind. “Yeah, there were snacks and stuff so we’re good. Thank you though.” He hummed at you.

“I assume he’s drunk a bit?” Nodding to Eddie. “Yeah, I’m gonna get him to bed.”

“Call if you need anything Sweetheart.”

“Will do. Say night Eds.”

“Night Pops.”

“Night Son, don’t give her any trouble.”

“Would never!”

You laughed, “Come on Pretty one let’s go to bed.”

“For cuddles?”

“Mhm cuddles, let’s go.” Eddie dragged you to his room, throwing the door open. Falling over his bed to turn on his lamp.

“Be careful!” You said, shutting the door behind you. “‘M okay.”

“Come on, let’s get changed.” You went to his draws grabbing some plaid pants, handing them to him.

Taking out one of his old shirts and some shorts for yourself, you went to him. “You want some help?” You asked.

“Please.”

“Okay Sweet Boy, shoes first, can you take your rings off for me?”

“‘Mkay.”

Undoing his laces and pulling his shoes from his feet, you placed them by his others, sliding off your own. “Done it,” he said, passing you his many rings, you placed them on the top of his dresser, yours once again being placed next to them.

“Okay jacket and shirt next,” you helped him get his arms out and his head out of his shirt, throwing them to the washing bin in his room. “Want a shirt? Or just bottoms?”

“Bottoms.”

“Okay pretty one, let’s get you out of your jeans then.”

You undid his belt as his hands didn’t want to listen to his head, along with the button and zipper. Sliding them off his legs, “Want to keep your underwear on?”

“No.”

“Can I do it?”

“Mhm. Never have to ask.”

“That’s sweet babe, but I do. Let’s get em off.” You’d seen Eddie naked plenty of times, not always in a sexual manor, well actually it was less sexual that it was sweet moments.

You’d shower together just because, washing each others hair sweetly, you’d lay together, bare just to be close. He liked skin on skin you’d learned. Comforted him.

“Can you put these on so I can get changed?” You asked.

“Mhm.” He quietly took the pants off you and began to slide his feet in. Sliding off you jacket and top you slid into his. Doing the same with your own jeans, getting into your shorts.

Placing them in the hamper, you opened another draw, pulling out some wipes. You cleaned your face off in front of the mirror. Looking in it you saw Eddie watching you, now in his pyjamas.

“Beautiful,” he said.

“Hm?”

“You’re beautiful.”

“So are you.” He flushed again, dropping onto the bed and chuckling into his hands. You couldn’t help but grin, wiping off any remaining mascara and threw the wipe into the trash.

“Come on then let’s cuddle.” Shuffling up the bed, you both climbed under the blanket. Turing off the light, Eddie rested his head on your chest, wild curls everywhere. “You want me to tie it up?” You asked.

“Can you play with it?” Sleep evident in his voice.

“Sure thing.” Fingers running through his curls, his arm wrapped around your face and he snuggled into your chest. “I love you Y/N.”

“I love you too Pretty, now get some sleep.”

“‘Mkay.”

Kissing the top of his head, he hummed, soon drifting off into dreamland. You following behind not far after, the sound of Wayne’s show playing quietly filling the darkness.

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Thank you so much for reading! Please leave any requests 🤍

[finalgowrl]

proud of you, bambi 🤎

[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.

[decodedlvr]

Thinking about Modern!Eddie secretly watching his plus size partner dance in the mirror with a shrunk lavender t-shirt and panties to “say so” while doing Doja Cats moves, admiring your free spirited unbothered self.

he spooks you, and you get all embarrassed thinking what he saw was probably gross; you get insecure from your curves but he love-struckingly asks you:

“Damn, babe can you dance to that song thats goes “spank me, choke me, bite me or something like that?🤤” oddly surprised he knew that song too

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[pbs-theundeadmaggot]

hi angel! i see your requests are open and if you’re up for it, i’d love to request an older!sinclair sister w our lover boy eddie? :) some angst for character development LOL and fluff? ♥️♥️♥️ thank u pookie

Mistakes were made but atleast we fixed them, sort of…

Eddie Munson x Fem!OlderSinclaire reader

[a/n] sorry this took longer than I’d hoped, I really tried to make it a balance between angst and fluff so I hope I did your request justice! Feel free to send more asks in the future, I’ve never written for Sinclair reader before this so it was definitely new to me, but I had fun! <3

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Eddie had been your best friend for as long as you could remember, practically joined at the hip, so much so that it was uncommon to see you apart, until recently. With the cracks of your steadily crumbling friendship beginning to show, questions naturally arose from both your parents and peers. 

What you refused to tell anyone was the real reason behind this break, constantly spewing excuse after excuse when anyone broached the topic. It was unlikely anyone would hear what actually went down, with Eddie probably far too embarrassed to explain that you, his best friend was in love with him, and you mortified for even thinking he could feel the same.

In fact just thinking about it months later, your cheeks still burned with a mixture of hurt and rage, picturing the night you’d all but spilled your guts while he sat there half heartedly shrugging at your confession like you meant nothing to him at all. 

Poor Lucas had attempted to console you but was met with a cold pillow to the face the moment he entered your bedroom, quickly deciding it wasn’t worth possibly losing his head over some ‘girl drama’, or so he thought. However, it was also just your luck that the following morning he’d not only told Mike and Dustin but the entire Hellfire group, Eddie included.

For a while after the whole debacle you’d tried to remain just best friends with Eddie, truly believing that if he wasn’t interested in you romantically you could still salvage the friendship although, that proved more difficult than ever.

Which led you to now where you were stuck between the awkward and depressing limbo of wanting more but trying desperately to get over you know who, in an effort to go back to how it was before, if that was even possible. 

Poking around at the food in front of you as your family chatted happily about their day, zoning in and out of conversation had become the new norm. The numbness taking over once more until Lucas had let it slip that Eddie had a date with none other than Chrissy Cunningham, Hawkin’s princess. 

Of course he did, you’d thought. The bitterness beginning to take over as you thought of the numerous reasons Eddie would never be attracted to you and how you’d ruined everything. Excusing yourself from the table and going straight to bed, not that you’d be getting any sleep.

If only you’d kept your stupid mouth shut.

You weren’t sure how long had passed until the faint knock of the door echoed through the room, followed by the creak of the worn down door. “Hey y/n, I was thinking we could have a spa night this weekend if you’re up for it? You know how mom used to do when we were younger?” Erica shifted somewhat nervously. It was clear she didn’t want to anger you, with your mood changing faster than the wether nowadays, likely confused how the once close family dynamic had become to distant. 

Guilt weighed heavy against your chest, the urge to decline and simply wallow, outweighing a possibly fun and equally horrendous sister night. Desperate to think of an excuse but deciding to agree anyway for her sake. It wasn’t like you had anything planned either way, with Lucas and your parents going on date. 

The bonus was she might actually succeed with killing you this time, if her cooking was the still as you remembered.

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Eddie knew it was wrong as soon as the thought entered his head, he just couldn’t understand how you could tolerate let alone be in love with him. Hell he’d be lying if he tried to deny the feelings he felt, yet he still choose to play the fool. He hadn’t anticipated the fallout would be quite this bad, with you avoiding him for the most part or pretending for his sake the confession was in the past and to be forgotten, and his conflicted feelings making him temperamental, for lack of a better word he well and truly was fucked.

How was he supposed to rely on you to protect his heart if he couldn’t do the same for you? So used to being the other person in any given situation, this was all new. Hell he’d have studied for this moment if it meant he’d have an answer with how to move forward, alas that wasn’t coming anytime soon.

Trudging up to the van like usual unaware that someone was following him until the crinkle of a snack wrapper sounded from behind, stopping him in his tracks.

 “Sinclair I know you’re there” Eddie had called before turning around to meet the sheepish grin on Lucas’ face.

“How did you know it was me?” The boy had sighed, munching away on his favourite snack bar which coincidentally was also yours. 

“Well apart from the obnoxiously loud noise you made opening that.” He’d pointed at the half eaten food “I also happen to know there y/n’s favourite and they’re the most annoying thing ever, especially when trying to plan a campaign.”

“Well anyway I need you to come to my house tomorrow evening.” Ignoring Eddie and continuing “and before you ask she’s not going to be home so don’t worry about that, she’s got a date.” He trailed off, watching something in the distance

“I wasn’t worried but okay…” Eddie muttered watching as Lucas suddenly ran off shouting at what he assumed to be the others to wait up for him

—-

Getting into your pyjamas and heading downstairs to see what chaos Erica was cooking up, literally, you hadn’t expected to be met with the person you’d been trying to forget, or at least just for one evening. 

“What are you doing here?” Looking around the otherwise empty kitchen confused “you’re supposed to be on a date?” You questioned

“No you’re supposed to be on a date.” Eddie echoed back as the sound of chairs dragging against the hardwood floor grew closer. 

“Neither of you are on a date but you are locked in, so sort whatever it is going on between you out now!” Your younger siblings shouted, clearly having planned tonight.

“By the way I know you both love each other so just admit it already.” Erica added, earning a thump before it grew quiet again. 

Unsure of how to comprehend her words, you simply pulled up a chair and sat down. You definitely weren’t going to start the conversation, hurt enough over the first time you’d talked argued about ‘this’.

“Look I’m just going to get straight to the point. I lied.” Eddie started, pulling up a chair near you and sitting “I do love-” the hesitation was enough to send you reeling, the urge to simply run, scratching away at your insides. 

“Fuck” he was pacing now “I’ve never said these words to anyone but I love you.” Breathing out without hesitation this time. “I know I’ve been shit at showing it and I don’t expect you to forgive me for lying and hurting you but when I heard you were going on a date something changed.” Now still and silent once again as he got down and looked at you for real this time.

“I lied because I thought you could do better than me. I mean I’m still in high school, barley passing and you’re in college with your whole life ahead of you. It wouldn’t be fair for me to hold you back, you know that.” 

“Eddie what the hell?!” You weren’t sure if you wanted to scream or cry at how dense he could be, you’d probably end up doing both “I don’t care about that shit, we’ve been friends for years and you didn’t think to at least talk to me about this?”

“You know I love you and you let me think you were basically disgusted at me?” Pausing as you pondered on your next words. “Don’t answer that.” 

Where words failed, actions came into hand. Leaning over and pressing your lips against his, savouring the faint taste of mint and tobacco that lingered, while cupping his cheeks between your hands. Now that you’d started you weren’t sure you could stop, understanding now what it means to be intoxicated by someone. 

Gasping for breath between kisses and hands grabbing at each other while the room grew hotter until you were startled by a bang.

“Hey! We’re still here you know.” Lucas shouted “also I’m still mad that you like him” It was now Erica’s turn to slap him playfully, prompting a spat between the two over who’d genius plan this was. Honestly you couldn’t care less now that you had Eddie back.

Little did you know that it was thanks to both Lucas and Erica meddling for this Valentine’s miracle. Although, that was an argument for another day. Erica insisting she knew was the head of operation Valentines.

[icallhimjoey]

Hi, love your writing darling. Its amazing! How about dating Joe and one night while you’re sleeping he finds you tossing around in the bed having a wet dream and he ends up moving between your legs to rub himself on your clit to take the tension away?? 😉

oh so we're going for filth filth on this beautiful December Saturday, are we? ok, my sluts, here we go (also, tw i guess, 18+, read the request again, it's all in there) Wordcount: 1.1K

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There You Go

You were a heavy sleeper. The kind that would drift off fast, and would just be out cold for hours. You'd be so far removed from anything worldly, it would always take you a little while to sink back into your awake self again in the morning. It's why you weren't a morning person, but instead known to be all grouch and all grump.

Joe could be a heavy sleeper, too. Especially when he got to sleep in his own bed again after having been away for a bit. You could call out for him at various volumes, but he'd need a shake and a pull to let his consciousness find him.

Other times, he'd sometimes feel like he couldn't even properly drift off at all, instead lulling somewhere in between dreams and thoughts all night, picking up on all sounds in his surroundings. They'd either be woven into weird lucid hallucinations, or they'd be enough to wake him up fully, even if only for a moment.

You'd gone to bed way before Joe that night, and from the second Joe'd laid down next to you, you'd tossed and turned to the extent Joe didn't even think you were really asleep. You kept huffing and puffing, getting strangled up into the sheets, and seemed frustrated about something.

Joe said your name a few times, got no response, then laid an arm across your midriff, which seemed to calm you down enough and made you stop moving around so much. You sighed deeply, and Joe was pleased that his touch seemed to have fixed whatever had been keeping you from staying still and relaxing.

Joe tried drifting off. He was tired, but his mind kept running thoughts and playing reels that made him forget about time and space. They wouldn't let him find his sleep. They occupied his brain too much, kept it active and awake.

Joe couldn't fall asleep the way he wanted to. Not entirely. Especially not when you started rearranging the bed again, and he felt one of your hands grip onto his arm with an urgency he wasn't meant to find in someone sleeping.

"Babe?" Joe asked into the dark once more.

Your grip grew in strength, and for a second, Joe thought you were having a nightmare. Something scary that made you reach for comfort. Something got your adrenaline pumping, and technically, of course, you were safe, but the want to take you out of whatever awful thing your mind seemed to be putting you through overtook Joe completely. He sat up, and took a look at you, was about to wake you, but then, he hesitated.

You were biting down hard on your bottom lip, had fingers digging into Joe's forearm, eyebrows knitted up and... you were writhing. Breathing erratically.

"Baby?" Joe tried again. "Are you in pain?" maybe it was cramps, Joe wasn't sure. Asking you was futile - it was never going to wake you up.

He scanned your face until he suddenly recognised everything about it.

"Oh,"

He took a peek under the covers, saw your thighs clench, squirming, and then, just in case Joe wasn't sure he was entirely right about what he thought was going on, you moaned. It was soft enough for Joe to have missed it entirely had he not been paying such close attention. But he caught it, wouldn't have wanted to miss it.

"You need some help?" Joe softly said to no one, because clearly, you weren't listening. He inched closer, and brought his fingers to your inner thighs. It made you pull on the arm that was still draped across your body, and you pulled it 'til Joe moved on top of you.

"You awake?"

You just moaned more, arched your back, pressed yourself into Joe, searching for relief.

"Let me help you," Joe whispered, looking down between your bodies and pressing a knee into the mattress between your legs, slotting his thigh into place, feeding you pressure where you needed it.

"Joe," you breathed, still far away. Too far away to fully grasp what was happening, but aware enough to sense the pleasure. The want, the need, the satisfaction. Joe was there, you felt him above you, felt him against you, and your body let yourself take advantage.

Joe pushed into you, and you rocked. Rubbed. Gasped.

"That's it, come on,"

"Joe," you whined again, all sleepy, eyes closed, silently mewling and just grinding steadily against his thigh. The whole thing, all of it together, it did something to Joe. But you were asleep. Asleep enough - Joe would never. This was about you, getting yourself off. He was just helping you a little.

You hips gyrated, chased more friction and Joe silently wondered what you were dreaming off as he saw your cheeks flush redder by the second.

It wasn't enough. You made the best little noises, Joe thought, but it wasn't enough. Your hands started clambering around his shoulders, pulling him down, wanting to feel his full bodyweight on top of you. More pressure. More friction. So, Joe in turn, started rocking himself up and down. Small movements. Thigh muscles flexing.

You responded to it immediately. There was no way you were asleep still, Joe thought. He checked, dipped his head down to kiss you, a small peck, pulling back just as quick as he'd gone in. But you chased it, followed Joe's lips upwards, until you found them again and kissed him.

"That good?" Joe asked, grinning when you moaned into his mouth.

"More," you whispered, and were about to move a hand down to help yourself out, but Joe beat you to it.

"Let me," Joe said, easing his leg off you a little, pressing his hand down in between.

"More,"

Joe obliged immediately, started rubbing furiously until he had you panting, an absolute mess of arousal, and Joe could feel himself throbbing in unison within his boxers.

Your moans started shortening, climbing higher in pitch, until all you could manage was an open mouth and a breath held, arms tightening around Joe even more. Pressing your hips upward into everything Joe had placed in between your legs, you reached your climax.

"There you go," Joe cooed, keeping at it, doing all he could, knowing how to make it last. He would keep going as long as you could stand it, watched your face closely, searched for a sign until you frowned, signaling sensitivity overload, and Joe stopped.

Everything single muscle relaxed. All within you that had been tensed up seconds before was now lax. Completely slack, with your chest heaving as you caught your breath.

Finally, you opened your eyes and were met with your boyfriend looking down at you like he'd just witnessed something magical.

You held eye contact for a moment, until you saw the corners of Joe's mouth twitch a little, creating the smallest of smiles.

"You're welcome." Joe then joked.

"You're insane," you replied. You smiled at him as he grinned right back at you and didn't hesitate to kiss you again.

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The Rain with you - Joe Quinn x fem! reader

Based off a conversation with @sweet-villain

The rain poured heavily against the window of your bedroom, you stirred in your sleep as the smells of food travelled into your nostrils.

Joe burst through your bedroom door, startling you awake. He carried a light wooden board between his hands, the mugs of tea and plates of food rattled against the tray as he placed its stands down onto the bed in front of you.

Kissing your lips softly as the flower began to wilt on the tray, you smiled at him as he walked around the bed to join you. You tucked into the tasty food that Joe had prepared for you, as you devoured it. His giggles filled the room.

Your trays delicately hitting the floor as Joe's half naked body rolled over to cuddle you, you practically drooled over him. He pulled you in for a kiss, his wet soft lips meeting yours.

The rain got heavier as soft music played in the background, the bed covers almost suffocating you with heat. His lips made their way down your body, tugging down your lacy pyjamas bottoms. You gasped as he exposed your wet cunt to his face, his tongue instantly caressed your clit. Making it throb against his silky tongue, spelling out his name.

Your hips bucked, grasping onto the bed covers for support as his hands slid underneath your bum cheeks and raised you closer to his face. Devouring every last bit of your wetness, his tongue slid down between your folds and went inside your walls. You moaned loudly, your hands found their way to his hair pulling the soft strands of hair making his moans vibrate against you.

''Hmm, Joe. I could cum if you keep going'' you whined loudly, your hips grinded quicker and quicker against his face.

''I'll let you baby, be a good girl'' his words vibrated against you, sending you into a deeper ecstasy.

You whined, your body shaking against him as he continued to alternate his tongue between your opening and your clit. Growing wetter and wetter on his beard, taking a break he licked his lips feeling the need to taste you.

He quickened his pace against your dripping cunt, your moans making him grow harder and harder against the mattress. Grinding himself desperately, holding your legs down against they began to shake through your orgasm. Continuing to shake until you caught your breath and rode out of your orgasm, he raised his head with a smirk and let his boxers drop to the floor.

Every time you saw his cock, you gasped. Almost forgetting every time how big it was.

Pulling your legs apart until it made you yelp, he aligned himself up to your entrance before sliding inside you. You both groaned as he filled up around your tight walls, your wet cunt begging for him to show you how much he needed you.

''Fuck, baby. You feel so good'' he groaned into the room, his hands grasping tightly onto your legs leaving red marks on your skin.

He sped up, making you wetter and wetter with every stroke. You were already still amped up from cumming a couple of seconds ago, he grinned as he lifted your legs higher. You whined as it hurt slightly but he didn't care in this moment, the tip of his cock was hitting your soft spot.

''Oh Joe, you're going to make me cum again'' you moaned loudly, vibrating across the bed as he pounded harder inside you.

His eyes rolled back as you felt him twitch inside you, your finger rubbed your clit roughly. Your body shaking as you came hard around his cock.

He shuddered groaning as he grew closer to his own orgasm, he slid out of you quickly. Opening your mouth and extending your tongue, your doe eyes looking up at him as you helped him reach his orgasm,

Cumming hard and heavily into your mouth, you maintained eye contact as you swallowed his hot load down your throat. Licking your lips afterwards, leaning forward and taking his tip into your mouth and sucking before letting his cock drop on your face.

Laughing, he collapsed onto the bed in a sweaty heap. He pulled you close to him, his body instantly getting stuck to yours. You listened to his rapid heartbeat as the rain continued to pour heavily against the window, watching it drip down the glass together.

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Underneath The Tree | Joseph Quinn

Summary: Joe surprises you by coming home early, just in time to help you finish decorating the Christmas tree.

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: None, just tooth-rotting fluff!

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I’d been procrastinating all weekend and had finally managed to haul my ass off the couch to put up the Christmas tree a full twenty four hours after I’d told Joe I’d put all the decorations up ready for when he got home.

He had been in Paris at a con for the weekend and I knew from our FaceTime’s that it had been a stressful one for him. He’s been away almost constantly for the last six months and I was so excited to finally have him home for Christmas, so I desperately wanted to make it perfect for him. So here I was, Michael Buble Christmas album playing, glass of wine in hand, carefully hanging the baubles on the tree.

I was about half way done when I heard a key in the lock and I turned to see Joe coming through the door.

“Honey, I’m home,” he laughed loudly, dropping his bag to the ground and shrugging off his coat as he kicked the door closed behind him. I put my glass down on the coffee table and ran to him, throwing my arms around his neck, him laughing as he gathered me into his arms.

“What are you doing here?” I asked him. “You’re not due back for hours.”

“I got an earlier flight, wanted to surprise you,” he said softly, his large hands rubbing up and down my back. I pulled my head back, my eyes wandering his face.

He looked exhausted, dark bags beneath his beautiful chocolate eyes, his curls messy and untamed. He was dressed in the same dark sweater and trousers as I’d seen him wearing on social media earlier in the day.

“Love, you look so tired,” I said quietly, my fingers fiddling gently with the curls at the nape of his neck. “Why didn’t you let me know you were gonna be early? I could have picked you up from the airport.”

“Baby, that’s kind of the point of a surprise,” he laughed, pushing a stray hair gently back from my face as he leant down, his lips gently brushing against mine. “Hi,” he whispered.

“Hi,” I giggled. “So, you’ve kind of caught me out.” He looked at me, his brow furrowing in confusion. “I know I told you that I’d finished the decorations, but I haven’t,” I grimaced.

“You lied to me?” He gasped, his hand flying to his chest in mock outrage, his eyes twinkling cheekily as his lips pulled back into his trademark grin. “Let’s be honest, it’s a good job I’m here to help you. You’ve never been able to reach the top of the tree,” he laughed as he walked away from me.

“Joseph Quinn, don’t you walk away from me,” I laughed, hightailing behind him, my arms finding their way around his waist, holding tight onto the hem of the front of his t-shirt.

“Hmm,” he hummed. “Needs a bit more colour,” he laughed softly, grabbing a bauble from the couch and hanging it gently on one of the branches.

I held onto him, my face against his warm back, hands splayed across his tummy, his muscles moving beneath my fingertips as I breathed him in, the smell of his aftershave washing over me.

“You gonna help me finish this or are you just going to stand there sniffing me all night?” He laughed.

“Staying here,” I giggled, hugging him tighter to me for a couple of seconds before stepping away from him and grabbing another tree ornament from the couch.

It didn’t take us too much longer to finish hanging the decorations, and all that was left, sparkling from its place on the cushions, was the star for the top of the tree.

“Come on then, it’s all yours,” Joe grinned down at me, gesturing towards it. “If you can reach it, that is,” he added with a smirk. I scowled at him, shaking my head disapprovingly as I picked the star up and moving as close to the tree as I could.

I reached up on my tiptoes, biting at my lower lip as I stretched as far as I could, a small grunt slipping from my mouth as I stumbled, almost falling into the tree. Luckily I managed to save myself before I toppled, but that didn’t stop Joe chuckling behind me.

“Just let me put it on,” he laughed.

“No,” I snapped stubbornly. “I can do it, just give me a second,” I insisted, shuffling forward a little more, feeling the tips of the branches tickling at my stomach.

Before I knew what was happening, I felt Joe’s arms slip around my waist, pulling me off my feet. “Put me down,” I laughed with a squeal.

“Baby, you’re not going to reach the top of the tree,” he laughed. “So I’m going to help you whether your stubborn ass likes it or not.”

He put me back down for a moment, his hands on my hips turning me to face him before he grabbed the back of my thighs, lifting me with ease so I could wrap my legs around his waist. He stepped closer to the tree, the branches digging into me again as I twisted my body and placed the star on the top of the tree.

“See how easy that was,” Joe laughed softly as he let go of my legs, lowering me gently to the ground, his arms round my waist pulling me tight against him.

“I could have done it,” I giggled, my arms finding their way around his shoulders, my fingers burying themselves in his messy curls. He rolled his eyes, a loud laugh bursting from him.

“Of course you could have love,” he grinned, his head lowering to place a soft kiss to my lips, warmth blossoming in my chest. These small moments meant so much to us both. With all the time we spent apart, these were the memories that kept us both going.

“I missed you,” I whispered into his kiss. He pulled away slightly, his nose brushing gently against mine.

“I missed you too,” he smiled. “I can’t wait to spend Christmas with you,” he said softly, his forehead now resting against mine.

“Speaking of which, what do you want to be unwrapping underneath the tree on Christmas morning?” His lips pulled into the sexiest smirk I’ve ever seen, his deep brown eyes twinkling cheekily.

“Hopefully you.”

“I’m sure that could be arranged,” I giggled, pulling his face down to me, his lips meeting mine in a heated kiss as the lights twinkled brightly on the tree. Yes, this was going to be our best Christmas yet.