#joe quinn imagines

[mmunson86]

“I mean fucking sit. on. it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[dearest-nell]

charmed

e. munson x reader, 3k

summary: eddie comes home from a long day at work to discover wayne has a pretty surprise for him includes: established!eddie x reader, wayne being the sweetest paternal figure, mumblings of a found family, wayne manifesting a daughter in law by years end warnings: afab reader, non descript

a/n: writing from the boys perspective is always way more fun. i have so many thoughts about wayne and eddie's relationship.

Eddie had intended to be home earlier, a far cry earlier than the 9:30 that blinked hazily on his vans dashboard as he pulled in before the trailer. He was meant to be home hours ago, hoping to enjoy a Friday night the way that a young person ought to – out with the people he loved. Instead he sat in his driver's seat, covered in oil and grime and god knows what else from under the hood of some deadbeat richman from the other side of town. The apprentice had fucked the repair of a rather pricey car, one that was to be picked up first thing monday, and Eddie didn’t have it in him to let the little guy drown under the barrage of abuse from an intimidating customer. 

So he stayed back, and now he was paying the price. Dinner would have been long over by now, and it was unlikely that Wayne was still home at such an hour. He usually had the night shift on this pay cycle, but Eddie couldn’t tell one from another these days. The lights were still on, his indication that he’d gotten his weeks wrong. 

Worn leather boots beat against the gravel as he trekked towards the door, hand running through the curls that hung low on his forehead; wild, in desperate need of a trim. He was spent, body weary and limp from the extra strain. He wanted to call his friends, to call you, to ask for good company, but he knew even now he was too tired to go anywhere. 

The door was unlocked, so he slipped into the warmth of the trailer with an involuntary shiver, eyes blinking tiredly to spot the figure propped up on the couch. Wayne. Beer in hand, chin shadowed with stubble; Eddie’s hero, if anyone were to ever ask. The old man was his favourite person, whether he knew it or not. 

Wayne gave a gruff smile, tilting his chin up at his nephew. “Long day, boy?” 

“Yeah.” Eddie breathed, voice more gravelly than he’d realised. “Got stuck back, sorry I didn’t call.” 

Wayne shrugged. “I figured, though there’s a surprise in your room f’you.” 

A surprise? Eddie couldn’t possibly guess what. “You’re joking.” 

Wayne simply smiled in response, shaking his head. “You go have a look ‘n tell me if I’m joking. Just be quiet about it.” 

Eddie gave a quizzical sort of look, boots resounding against the floorboards as he moved towards the room, a quick mumble from Wayne catching his attention again. 

“Quieter than that.” 

Eddie scoffed, his demeanour still playful despite his disbelief. He took more careful steps this time, readjusting the band wrapped clumsily around his bound tresses, trying to alleviate the steadily subsiding headache from two hours ago. Wayne had never been much of a secret keeper, nor was he one for dramatics. He was a pragmatic, realistic, nonfrivolous sort of man, which made that excitable little sparkle in his uncle’s eyes all the more amusing. Wayne didn’t play tricks, but Eddie couldn’t help but feel he was walking into one. 

With a slow turn of his door handle, Eddie eased the gap open, his eyes scanning the silent dark until his gaze settled upon the mountain of blankets upon his bed. There, buried under three blankets of comfort, was you. It might have been hard to tell under any other circumstances, but even half asleep and exhausted out of his mind, Eddie knew he could recognise your silhouette anywhere. He softened instantaneously, body slackening slightly under the slow wave of adoration that overcame him. You were here to see him. Talk about a surprise, he hadn’t expected to see you today, and now he felt his ribs pressing in tightly together, chest constricting with a glad sort of giddiness. 

He was gentle in closing the door again, his smile bemused at his now grinning uncle. “And how’d my girl end up in there, hm?” 

He toed off his boots, movements suddenly precise and careful under the presence of your company. Even through the closed door, he had no desire to rouse you just yet. Not until he was ready, clean and showered and shed of all other obligations, able to dedicate himself to your company. 

“She came by at 5,” Wayne explained, turning down the quiet shout of the television set with a well worn remote, “thought you’d be home soon, wanted to surprise you. I told her she was welcome t’wait, thinkin’ you’d be round earlier. But y’weren’t, so we had some dinner.” 

Wayne paused, nudging his chin towards the fridge, which Eddie took to mean there was leftovers waiting for him inside. He began rustling through, finding what was left of a roast and vegetables wrapped up neatly in foil. It was a little more extravagant than he had expected, and Eddie chalked that up to your aid in the kitchen. He could see the container of biscuits on the counter, too, with little hearts and flowers piped onto the tops. Pinks and blues and reds and whites, this wasn’t a house for sweets and softness, though Eddie welcomed your charms in any way he could get them. He sat at the table to feast, unbothered to even reheat the feast. 

Wayne continued on. “Thought she might go lookin’ for y’, but we got a’talking. She’s a real sweet thing, y’know, made a real effort to chat. Even offered to sit down ‘n watch a game with me, thought I didn’t have the heart t’put her through it. Ended up watchin’ some Antiques Roadshow thinkin’ she’d like it better; you ever seen me watchin’ that before? I ain’t never had much care, but we had good fun.”

“No shit!” Eddie piped up, astounded by the softened edges of his Uncle. You’d charmed him, he thought, with your curious questions and kind smiles. For Wayne to sit down and talk to anyone was a miracle, one that only an angel could perform. His Angel. 

“We got guessin’ and everythin’.” Wayne added, wiping roughly at his smile. “Seemed tired, though, so I told her to crash in your room. She’s been out maybe half an hour.” 

Astounded was an understatement. Eddie had brought girls home before he met you, though none had bothered to exchange more than polite pleasantries with his Uncle. He’d never been serious about them, so he’d never thought much of it, and then came you. Three months into this new connection, a relationship born of spring flowers and whisky nights and loud music and soft touches. Eddie had never been serious until now, until you, and now he couldn’t picture being anything else but. 

He was glowing, beaming from ear to ear. “So you like her, then?” He was so hopeful in his question, a sincerity Wayne only ever saw reserved for the most heartfelt of Eddie’s dreamings. 

“I do.” Wayne announced, washing down his contentment with another swig of his beer. “I hope y’re serious ‘bout her, she’s real soft on you, and I think she’s a good one. Seems to make you happy enough, you ain’t mopin’ nearly so much these days.” 

Eddie rolled his eyes, groaning with faux annoyance, rolling foil into a tiny ball to toss across the room, missing Wayne by a good foot of space. “I don’t mope.” 

“I don’t mope my ass, kid, you mope plenty. Just not anymore.” He was laughing now, worn lines creasing at the corners of his eyes. “I said she should come back f’dinner another night, we can all eat together. She was tellin’ me ‘bout this story she was readin’, and I’ll be damned if I don’t know how it ends.” 

Eddie knew how this story ended; it ended with you. It began with you, too. It was all you, he couldn’t see any other ending for him. 

“Yeah, that sounds good, old man.” He was doing his best to stomach the meal, but his words were caught around hastily eaten mouthfuls half chewed and uneasy to swallow. He’d give himself heartburn if he wasn’t careful, and it would have been worth it. 

Eddie took a moment to pause, swallowing thickly, belching unceremoniously in a way he was glad you weren't there to witness. “I am serious, y’know, about her. Real serious. I got a good feeling.” 

“Yeah?” Wayne questioned, sinking back into the sofa. 

“Yeah. She could be the one; ain’t that somethin’? I always thought it was bull when people said you just know, but…” he laughed with astonishment, “I think I just know.” 

“Well shit,” Wayne exclaimed, clearing his throat, “that’s real good, Ed’s. You just be good and treat her nice. Be a gentleman.” 

Eddie wasn’t too sure he knew how to be a gentleman, but somehow, he knew you liked him all the same. He didn’t need to be anything but himself around you, and that was a one in a billion kind of feeling,

He was quick in his cleaning, fumbling around the kitchen to pack away a still soaking plate, his mind skating over the plastic drying rack by the sink entirely. “I’m bein’ good, I swear.” 

“Bullshit.” Wayne teased, shaking his head. He braced himself on his knees, slowly rising to his feet with a groan. “I’m goin’ to bed. Tell her she’s welcome to stay whenever she likes, okay? Show her where the spare key is.” 

“I will.” Eddie nodded, barely able to fight his slow building excitement. He could feel himself getting restless, hands flexing just at the thought of holding you. “G’night, Wayne.” 

“G’night son.” He echoed back, disappearing into the quiet of his own room. 

Eddie made sure to lock up on his way, switching off the tv and lights as his own sort of wind down ritual. They’d be on all night if he wasn’t careful, and he’d spied the last bill long enough to have a mind for the electricity now. Besides, he needed to be calm when he woke you. He’d half frightened you to death last time he came barrelling in. 

Once again, he retreated towards his room, slipping into the dark like a shadow of the night, slowly shucking his way out of his overalls to kick to the side of the room. He didn’t mind staining his sheets with oil, but not you; you were something worth caring for. He knew he should have showered, but the sweat on his skin could hardly deter him from the need he had to be close to you, to ease away the troubles of his way with the balm of your skin against his, your whispers ringing in his head. 

He fumbled his way to the edge of the mattress, your sleeping body facing away from him to the back wall of the room. He peered a little closer into the darkness, a sliver of moonlight cascading across the bare curve of your shoulder, arm wrapped around something small, something fuzzy…

“Well shit, Ted, what’re you doing in here?” Eddie hadn’t thought to consider where the ragdoll cat had scampered off to. Teddy had been adopted only a few weeks after Eddie came to live with Wayne, his Uncle’s way of easing the boy into this entirely new world together. Teddy had been his childhood companion, and by the way he was burrowed into the pudge of your stomach, purring louder than a car engine, Eddie could see you’d won him over too. 

The cat barely stirred, rather giving him a grumbled sort of chirp at being disturbed, before wriggling his way further under the blankets. You, however, made the softest of whining noises that left Eddie’s heart near strangling in his chest. He lifted a ring clad hand to that moonlight shoulder, brushing callouses across the line of freckles that dusted your skin, watching as your eyes began to flutter open, head turning slightly to face him. 

“Eddie!” No one in the world had ever been so enthusiastic to see him before, not one. His name wasn’t the kind to roll off the tongue, to be begged for or shouted out or held tenderly on someone's lips. Never before, but the way your mouth wrapped around the letters seemed to change the word entirely. Nothing had ever sounded so tender, so wanting, so pleased. You were always pleased to see him, a feeling he never had to doubt when he could see it so plainly reflected in your irises. 

“Honey.” He cooed back, tugging up the corner of the bedsheets to slip beneath them, curving his body to fit the shape of your own, nudging his knee between your two just to feel your skin pressed against his own in every possible way. The hair on his body was just as wild as the hair on his head, but nothing felt like home to him more than the brush of your skin to the mess of his. “Fancy seeing you here.” 

You exhaled a lengthy yawn, muffling the sound into his pillow with a hum. Your hair, once styled, now seemed mussed and flattened under the weight of your head. His bed linens were already tattooing precious creases into sleep warmed skin. You were too beautiful for him to even comprehend. 

You turned in his arms, careful not to disrupt the grumbling cat beside you despite your eagerness. He felt arms press their way around him, your nose nuzzling at his chin. “Wayne let me in. I hope that’s okay.” 

Literally nothing else could have been more okay in his mind. It was perfect. This was perfect; coming home to you. “Come by anytime, baby. I’m just sorry I wasn’t back sooner. I made you wait.” 

You shook your head. “I didn’t mind. Wayne’s really cool. He kept me company.”

“So I heard.” His voice was edged with an air of amusement, his hand lifting to brush back the strands of hair falling across your face, leaving his palm to cup at the plush of your cheek, his eyes admiring even in the dark. “Antiques Roadshow?”

You let out a giggle. “We panicked! I was trying to make a good impression, and he suggested it so I thought why not. Honestly it was pretty fun, I could totally watch another episode.” 

“Mm.” His lips met the button of your nose dotingly, his voice slackening to a syrupy smoothness. “He’s impressed, I’m impressed; you’ve got us Munson men wrapped around your pretty little finger. Even Teddy’s on your side.” 

“I do not!” You chided, helpless against his onslaught of affection. He left you preening and giddy, a little lightheaded when he loved on you like this, and Eddie never had any intention of stopping. “Teddy just wanted a cuddle.”

“Him and me both.” Eddie asserted, snaking his other arm beneath the arch of your waist, wrapping around the small of your back to tug you in further, his smile resoundingly bright at the way you hummed happily. “We’re not too young to be asleep by 10, are we?” 

The way you eased into the very fabric of him, your bodies so close and so connected, wrapped tightly in the warmth of his room, was enough assurance to him that you were just as content here as he was. “No. I’m not leaving this spot. You just got home, and I’m all sleepy, and Ted’s gonna get mad if we move.” 

Ted chirped an affirmative sound, leaving Eddie to rasp a laugh. “Well we can’t make Teddy mad, can we. Gotta stay here all night with my girl.” 

You chuckled softly in turn, your voice quieting under the weight of exhaustion. “I was meant to keep you company, but I’m so sleepy.” Another yawn parted your plush lips, leaving Eddie with no choice but to press his own to the corner once they came back together again. 

“You are keepin’ me company. Think I’ll sleep a bunch better with you keepin’ me warm. I’ll take you on a date tomorrow, hm? After a big sleep in?” 

“You’re so sexy when you talk like that.” You mumbled, your lashes fluttering shut to rest against your cheeks. “I’d kiss you stupid if I could move.” 

Besotted was not a strong enough word for what Eddie felt in that moment, but he was overwhelmed with the urge to litter a smattering of kisses from the edge of your cheekbone to the corners of your forehead, each one softer than the last, lulling you into that sweet place of slumber you were already drifting towards. 

“Kiss me stupid tomorrow. Sleep, sweetheart.” You didn’t need to be told twice. Within moments, Eddie watched the light in your flicker to a dim, pale glow, your breathing evening out to something unhurried. Peaceful. It didn’t matter to him that he had only had those brief moments with you tonight. Five minutes with you was enough to chase away all the strife of a day otherwise written off in his mind. And that was what his life had been missing, after all. Someone who made going to sleep at 10pm look like the greatest moment of his life. He wanted to keep you to himself, a greedy kind of possessiveness stirring in his gut, for as long as he was able, knowing full well that less than twelve hours from now, Wayne would without a doubt be waiting to make you both breakfast on his morning off. 

Like he said, you had all the Munson boys charmed.

[snowvies]

Mr. Badgley

Penn Badgley x Fem!Reader

summary: you can't stop thinking about your married piano teacher, Mr. Badgley. and one day he slides under the instrument to show you how much he's been thinking about you too.

wc: 1k

cw: age gap (reader 19, Penn late thirties), cheating, piano teacher x student, pussy eating, fingering, female masturbation

Sundays are your favorite days, especially ones like this when the clouds hang low with a murky swirl in the sky. You're nineteen, and college is kicking your ass but you promised yourself you wouldn't think about the papers due when you're here, at Mr. Badgley's house.

You found his ad on craigslist, piano lessons..fifty bucks an hour you would've scrolled past it until you saw him, and his family. You felt safer in a random man's house when his wife and newborn baby were in the same room with you. So you started going there, ever since your freshman year.

Your raggedy car rolllsss to stop and you get out to see the lonely house, picked apart to be perfect, not a single thing out of place... except yourself.

His wife answers the door a few minutes after knocking, the cold biting your bare legs as you run in for warmth, completely missing her scowl at your lack of kicking the mat with your dirty boots.

Mr. Badgley offers you a warm smile, hair combed perfectly, sweater ironed and pants straight like every weekend. His eyes always look a little empty when you come. His wife jingles her keys around her finger as she readjusts the baby on her hip

"I'm going out, be done when I'm home" the same line. Every week. You smile her way but she doesn't pay mind to it, leaving you and her husband to play. you turn to Mr. Badgley but he's already walking to the connecting living room of the tiny house, sitting on the worn bench as he slides the fallboard up.

You sit next to him as he wears an excited smile, when he's like this, playing with you, it doesn't seem orchestrated by his wife. Every move he makes is analyzed by her, except this. The only reason he's allowed to do this is because they needed the extra money.

"Let's start where we left off last week, yes?" he asked and you nodded, you inhaled the mixture of musk and old books that surrounded the pianist as he began the background cords. his eyes are on you, they shine as his spine relaxes into the music and you begin your part. fingers dancing over keys as you try to remember the pattern

Your eyes squeezed shut once you messed the keys up. He smiles softly and lets a laugh out of his nose at your reaction

"Like this," his larger palm rests on top of yours as he guides your fingers, you nod and try again.

Soon enough an hour passes and you both rise from the bench and you dig into your purse for the fifty bucks you crumpled into it this morning, but, warm hands slide on top of your shoulder and the older man shakes his head.

"No need" he grins and tries to send you off but you insist, grabbing the money but he pushes you out the door.

"I will not have you pay for something that I enjoy just as much, Y/n, have a lovely week" The door softly shuts and you're left stunned.

.

You roll around your dorm bed, restless as the man's words keep ringing in your head. Why didn't he let you pay?

Maybe you're being dramatic. But it isn't like the Badgleys are set either.

You shut your eyes in a huff, suffocating yourself in the pillow under you as you replay the keys in an attempt to lull you asleep

But it isn't just the keys you're thinking about...

It's how his hand guided yours, it's how he looked at you when it was your part to play, it's his scent, it's his being. It's driving you mad.

You arch your back slowly, fingers sliding down your body until you get to your aching core. slick-filled fingers rubbing yourself at the thought of your teacher's hands touching you, grabbing you, loving you.

You moan into the pillow, legs shaking as you cream around your fingers, the thought of him drives you wild.

So just how will you act the next time you see him?

.

Before you know it, it's Sunday and you're back at the Badgleys, with his wife announcing her departure and the formal greetings of you and your teacher, you're back at that bench, side by side.

He starts the cords, and you follow trying to calm your shaking legs as you think about what fueled you that night. You couldn't even look him in the eyes this session.

His hand softly squeezes your bare thigh and you look back at the man.

"You're completely off" he informs you and you don't think your face could get redder.

"I-I'm so sorry...let's try again" you panic but his thumb rubs loving circles on your flesh.

"You usually think the world ends when you mess up, but you kept playing this time, you're mind is somewhere else Ms. Y/n."

"Sorry Mr. Badgley" you murmur

"Talk to me, get it off your chest so we can get back to playing" he smiles and you nod slowly

"...Why didn't you let me pay last time?" you ask, he stops for a moment as the hand on your thigh now rests on his face as he thinks for a moment.

"I just feel like, something so pleasurable shouldn't be bought," he says above a whisper and you feel your entire face glow, and he must have noticed with how he laughs.

"Not those pleasures, Ms. Y/n" he smiles and you don't think you've ever been so embarrassed. But when his laughter stops, his eyes swirl softly into something darker, in that moment you feel exposed to every thought as he eyes you.

He stands, hands finding your shoulders

"Keep playing"

You take a shaky breath as your thighs begin to shake once more, fingers finding the keys as you start the song

"Good," he whispers, his scents overwhelming you now as you feel almost dizzy while playing, you barely notice how he slips under the piano.

"Mr. Badgley, what are you doing?" you gasp as his dark brown eyes gaze up at you

"Keep.playing" he says sternly, and with a swallow, you keep going

He kisses your knees and you feel yourself sticking to your panties as he spreads them apart.

He has a wife. He has a kid. What are you doing?

"You're doing great" he huffs, kissing your thighs, you squeeze your eyes shut for a moment as his fingers dance up to your panties.

He pulls them down slowly, your wetness sticking to the fabric before they are lost in his pockets

Your bare pussy is in front of your teacher's face as he rubs up and down your thighs taking a shaky breath in

You slam the keys as his tongue licks up your pussy, he moans into you before forcing you to scoot closer into his face, his hands wrapping around your ass as he slurps and moans at your cunt.

"Mr.- fuck" you cry, hands climbing to try and stop your moans as your hips buck up to hump his face

"You taste so so good" he groans, making out with your pussy as he sucks at your clit just to tongue fuck your hole

Hot tears flow down your face as he stares up at you, watching you come undone for him.

You shake around him, orgasm approaching closer with every lick, he sucks on your slit before adding a long finger to your hole. You throw your head back as he fingers you, flicking his tongue relentlessly as his finger curls inside you.

You feel him whine and moan against your pussy, and when you look down you see him gripping and grabbing at his hard-on as he eats you out. You cry as that sends you over and you cum around his finger

You're panting as he curls his fingers a few more times before shoving it into his mouth and licking you clean, you're shaking and wide-eyed as hair sticks to your face and he crawls out from under the piano

Right, weren't you two supposed to be playing right now? Isn't his wife about to be home and he's sucking his fingers because they still taste like you?

He helps you off the bench and you stare into the stained cushion but he turns your chin to him before kissing you deeply, tasting yourself on his tongue before breaking it off with a simple

"My wife is on her way...see you in our next session Ms. Y/n"

And you can't wait for next Sunday.

an: lmk how obvious it is idk anything about pianos. This is based on a dream I had last night 😵‍💫🖤 I hope you liked it <333

[keeryhours]

is there someone else? - steve harrington

Steve Harrington x female! reader, some Eddie Munson x reader

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Steve Harrington Masterlist

Summary:

When your friend with benefits, Eddie, ditches you, you take comfort in his roommate.

Warnings:

Smut (18+), fingering, oral (m and f receiving), unprotected p in v, spit, cumplay, Eddie making some suggestive comments, language, weed use

Word Count: 4.5k

A/N:

I kind of set this one up for a part 2, so let me know if you want one!

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College was supposed to be “the best days of your life”. At least, that’s what your parents always told you, and always reminded you every time you had something to complain about.

Instead of that, you had an overwhelming amount of coursework, a professor who hated you, three major projects due next week, and a fuckboy friend with benefits who would never like you back the same way you liked him.

Yeah, definitely the best days of your life.

“Hey, baby,” the very same fuckboy friend greeted you as you exited the main lecture hall, books piled in your arms. He approached you and threw an arm over your shoulder, walking along with you.

“What is it, Eddie?” You were blushing, because you knew being seen with Eddie like this made it obvious what the two of you got up to. It was Eddie, after all, he had a pretty well known reputation. You totally weren’t blushing because of the ridiculous crush you have on him.

“I was thinking you could come over tonight,” Eddie drawled, leaning against you casually as you walked across the campus grounds. He always had that casual cockiness about him, and you couldn’t help but notice the way his tight jeans hugged his long legs, or the little strip of skin you could see beneath his t-shirt when he raised his arms.

“Tonight?” You asked. “I was going to be working on one of my projects tonight.”

“Boring,” Eddie said, waving the idea off. “Wouldn’t you have a much better time in bed with me?”

You blushed deeper, looking around to make sure no one had heard him. “Eddie!”

“Well it’s the truth,” he said. “Wouldn’t you rather spend the evening with my face between your legs?”

“Eddie, stop,” you said, not sure if you could take much more blushing. “I’ll come over.”

“Perfect!” Eddie exclaimed, spinning you around by your shoulders so you were facing him. “You will not regret your decision, princess.” He leaned in and pressed a kiss to your lips, catching you by surprise. “See you at my dorm room at 8, yeah?”

“Sure,” you called after him, but he was already walking away. You cursed under your breath as you noticed a group of girls from your class staring at you, and you quickly hurried off back to your own dorm room.

You were no stranger to these late night hookups in Eddie’s dorm. His roommate was hardly ever there, even though they were apparently good friends. You got the impression the roommate was a bit of a ladies man himself. It seemed like he was always out on a date with someone.

You wondered if you should dress up - maybe this would be the night Eddie realized he had feelings for you, too? You pushed that thought from your head - if Eddie had feelings for you, he would have acted on them by now. This was nothing more than sex to him and you knew it.

Despite knowing you were being delusional, you dressed up anyway. You wore a brand new matching bra and panties set, white lace that hugged every curve of your body perfectly. You wore a little dress over top, then spent way too long in front of the mirror doing your hair and makeup.

When it was nearly 8, you left your dorm building, walking down the path to the men’s dorms. You climbed up the stairs to the top floor, heading down the hall to the familiar door. You knocked, even though Eddie had told you countless times you didn’t need to.

You waited. After a few minutes, the door opened, revealing not Eddie, but his roommate Steve.

Steve looked surprised to see you. His eyes widened slightly before a smirk spread across his lips. “Well. I wasn’t expecting a beautiful girl at my door this evening.”

You found yourself blushing yet again. Steve was really cute, and you’d had very few interactions with him. “Hey Steve,” you finally said. “Is Eddie here?”

“Uh, not right now,” he said. “I’m not sure where he went. Do you want to come in and wait for him?”

“Yeah, that would be good.” You cautiously entered the dorm room, feeling nervous despite the amount of times you’d been in there. You’d never been alone with Steve before, and you weren’t sure what to do or say.

You took a seat on Eddie’s bed that sat across from Steve’s. The other boy collapsed onto his bed, going back to the movie he’d been watching on the small color TV sitting on a dresser. He was watching The Breakfast Club, a bowl of popcorn next to him on the bed.

You waited for Eddie. And waited. And waited. You were beginning to feel humiliated as you realized you’d been stood up. You were just standing to go back to your dorm when Steve’s voice stopped you.

“Do you want to watch a movie with me?” He asked. “I was about to watch Scarface next.”

You thought for a moment. You could go home and mope in your bed, or you could stay here and hang out with Steve. You knew which one sounded like more fun. Fuck Eddie.

“Sure,” you said, and Steve scooted over, making room next to him on his bed. You kicked your shoes off and climbed on next to him, pulling your short dress down over your thighs. You noticed Steve’s gaze lingering on your legs.

As you watched the movie, Steve moved closer to you. About halfway through he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, and you nearly giggled from the cheesiness of it - if it didn’t feel so nice.

Steve began rubbing circles over the exposed skin of your arm, his right hand moving to rest on your bare thigh. Your breath hitched in your throat at the feeling of his warm hands on your skin, you clenched your thighs together as you felt your clit throbbing at the idea of Steve moving his hand higher.

“You’re so pretty, you know that?” Steve whispered against your ear so quietly you weren’t sure you heard him correctly.

You froze. “What?”

Steve chuckled before speaking louder this time. “I said, you’re really pretty.” He turned to look down at you, a soft smile on his lips. “Too pretty to get stood up by my idiot roommate.”

You blushed. You didn’t need to be reminded about how you’d been ditched tonight. Probably for some other girl. “Thanks.”

Steve laughed again, lightly. “Are you okay? Really?”

You shrugged. “Yeah, I’m fine. Things between me and Eddie are just casual anyway. It shouldn’t be a big deal.”

“Still,” Steve said, “he had the prettiest girl on campus here waiting for him, and he ditched you for something else? If he thinks any other girl is half as perfect as you, he’s even dumber than I thought.”

You giggled, covering your face with your hands. You felt like you knew deep down that Steve was just trying to flatter you and make you feel better, but you couldn’t help the way your heart fluttered in your chest.

“So cute,” Steve remarked again. The movie had gone forgotten, Steve’s attention fully on you now. He placed a finger underneath your chin, turning you to face him.

You met his eyes, the way he was looking at you caught you by surprise. His expression wasn’t playful or joking. “Can I kiss you?”

“Can- what?”

Steve laughed again. “Can I kiss you?”

“I…” You tried to shake some sense back into your head. Here was this cute guy, asking to kiss you, and you couldn’t even form a sentence. “Yeah.”

Steve smiled, then he was leaning in slowly until his soft lips pressed against yours. You melted into the kiss, body forming against his as you rested your hand on his chest. He kissed you with an eager intensity, lips locking with yours before he ran his tongue along the seam of your lips. You opened up for him and he slid his tongue inside, exploring your mouth.

His hand groped at your tits over your dress, before moving down to slide up your thighs. His hand rose up between your legs, cupping you over your core. You hoped he couldn’t tell how wet you had been already, but that hope was short lived.

“So wet for me already,” Steve hummed, trailing kisses down your jaw and to your neck. “You wanted this?”

“Mhm,” you agreed, mind spinning as Steve started biting and sucking at your neck. His fingers trailed over your pussy over your panties, teasing you.

“Want me to touch you here?” He teased, pressing harder against your clit. You whined, causing Steve to smirk against your neck.

“Yes, please,” you begged, arching your back and pressing your hips harder against Steve’s hand. Steve chuckled again, pushing your panties to the side and rubbing over your clit.

“So wet,” he said as he trailed his fingers down to your hole, pressing one to your entrance. “Want me to fuck you with my fingers?”

You nodded, a pathetic little whine leaving your lips. Steve was absolutely eating up every reaction he pulled from you, he had never been with someone so responsive, and he loved it. He pressed one of his thick fingers inside of you and you whined again, back arching against his headboard.

“Feel good, baby?” He asked as he pumped his finger in and out of you, thumb rubbing your clit as he did.

“So good,” you moaned, and Steve smirked as he watched you, falling apart on nothing but one of his fingers. He couldn’t help imagining how you’d look on his cock.

He added a second finger, curling them up inside you. He watched you intently, but you didn’t have the space in your brain to be self conscious with the way he was pulling you apart with nothing but his hand. Even Eddie hadn’t been able to do this to you.

“Gonna cum?” He asked, feeling the way you began clenching around his fingers.

You nodded quickly, a weak “Uh huh,” being all you could offer him. Your hand shot up to grip onto his shoulder, your pitchy moans filling the small bedroom as your orgasm rose in your belly. “Steve-“

“That’s it, baby, say my name when you cum on my fingers,” he praised, face buried in your neck again. “Go on, baby girl, cum for me.”

His words pushed you over the edge and you threw your head back, pussy clenching around Steve’s fingers as you came. You called his name over and over again- “Steve, Steve, Steve!”- him having the biggest smirk on his face as he watched you.

“Thaaat’s it,” he praised, working you through every high of your orgasm until your body collapsed back against the headboard and he removed his hand. You watched as he placed the fingers between his lips, sucking them clean. “Taste so good, too. I always knew you’d be sweet.”

You felt yourself blushing again, chest heaving as you watched him lick your wetness from his long fingers. Ones that had just been inside you. You were supposed to be here for Eddie, and it was his roommate who just gave you the best orgasm of your life with nothing but his hand.

Steve moved back in to kiss you again, and you could taste yourself on his tongue. There was something so filthy about it that had your clit throbbing between your legs again. You kissed him back more eagerly than before, your hands resting on his neck.

“Wanna get inside you,” Steve muttered against your lips. “Wanna fuck you so bad.”

You moaned, bucking your hips up against his thigh. “Please,” you managed to squeak out, the only thing your hazy brain could come up with.

“Yeah? You want that?” Steve was breathless, a hand moving down to palm himself over his jeans. You hadn’t noticed how insanely hard he had gotten while fingering you. “You want my cock?”

“Want it so bad,” you whined, moving your own hand to replace his. He was rock hard beneath the material of his pants, and you knew he had to be uncomfortable. You rubbed over his erection, Steve groaning into your neck. You undid his belt buckle and jeans.

“Fuck, yeah,” Steve muttered, hands pushing your dress up until it was over your head. He took in the sight of your matching lingerie, eyes widening. “Goddamn. Look at you.”

“You like it?” You asked shyly, but it was pretty obvious he did, very much.

“Did I mention Eddie is a fucking dumbass?” Steve’s hands roamed over your body in the lingerie, fingers trailing over the lace of your bra. “My gain. God, you’re stunning.”

Steve sat up, quickly pulling his own shirt over his head, his jeans undone and hard cock tenting his boxers as he moved back over your body. He kissed all over your stomach, your tits, your neck. His hands slid behind your back, expertly undoing your bra and dropping it to his floor.

“So fucking hot,” he said as he moved back to look over your body. He pushed his jeans and boxers down just enough to reveal his long, thick cock, tip red and leaking precum. He stroked his cock as he looked down at you.

You leaned up, placing a small kitten lick against the tip of his cock, tasting the precum there. Steve groaned, hand moving to the back of your head as you wrapped your lips around him and began sinking down. “Shit,” he hissed, fingers tangling into your hair.

You took as much of him into your mouth as you felt you could. Steve bucked his hips into your mouth, forcing his cock down your throat until it was hitting the back of your throat and causing you to gag, sputtering as you pulled off of him.

“Shit, I’m so sorry baby,” he said, pushing your hair behind your ear gently. “Are you okay? I- I didn’t mean to do that.”

“I’m okay,” you said, laughing through watering eyes. “Was just a lot.”

Steve laughed lightly. “Yeah? It was a lot?”

You slapped at his thigh, making him laugh again. You liked the sound of his laugh. You wrapped your lips around him again, taking him deeper on your own this time. Steve groaned loudly as you took him all the way, drool dripping from around your lips and onto the bed below him, but he didn’t care.

“Fuck, look at you. Such a little slut.” Steve ran his fingers through your hair as he watched the way your mouth wrapped around his dick, loving the sight. He would be thinking about this moment, this vision, on many nights alone.

You licked along the underside of his cock as you sucked him, moaning around his length to send the vibrations around him. Steve moaned loudly at that, pulling on your hair. “Shit. You’re gonna make me cum if you keep sucking me like that.”

You pulled off of him with an audible pop, a string of saliva connecting your lips to the tip of his cock. His dick twitched at the sight, another low groan leaving his lips.

“Fuck. I have to have you, right now.” He flipped you over, causing you to squeal and giggle as you landed on your stomach on the bed. You felt Steve’s fingers beneath the waistband of your panties before he pulled them down your legs. He smacked your ass hard, watching the way it jiggled beneath his palm. God, he couldn’t get enough of you.

Steve gripped your hips, pulling them up so your back was arched for him. He stroked his cock a few times, then moments later he was sliding his cock through your folds, collecting your wetness on his dick. He pressed his fat tip against your hole, and you gripped onto the sheets in preparation. Steve was big, you knew you’d need something to hold onto.

“You ready for me, baby?” He asked, hands caressing down your sides gently. He admired your body from behind, before leaving another harsh slap on your ass. You jumped at the feeling, a quiet mixture between a gasp and a moan falling from your lips.

“I’m ready,” you told him, arching your back farther and pressing your hips back against him, desperate to feel him stretching you open.

“Needy little pussy,” Steve said, slapping your ass a third time. “I’ll give her what she wants, don’t worry baby.”

Steve started to slide into you, thick cock splitting you open as he pressed deeply inside. He groaned loudly at the feeling of your tight heat wrapped around him so perfectly, like your cunt was made for him. “Jesus. You have the perfect pussy, baby. I can’t believe Eddie missed out on this tonight.”

You gripped onto the pillow as Steve bottomed out behind you, balls pressed against your ass as he held his hips tightly against you. “Fuck. Fuck.”

“What’s wrong?” You asked, turning around to look at Steve. God, he looked so hot behind you like this, cock buried deep in your pussy.

“Don’t wanna cum yet,” he admitted with a breathless laugh. “You feel too good, baby.”

You giggled, moving your hips back against him. This time it was Steve’s turn to cry out, a pathetic sounding whimper unintentionally escaping from him. “Babe, please.”

You liked feeling like you had some power over him. You pushed your hips back again, hard, and moaned as his tip brushed against that spot deep inside you.

Steve groaned again, his grip on your hips tightening. “You’re being a brat right now, you know that?”

“Am I?” You giggled again, moving back and forth along his cock.

“Eddie never told me you were so bad,” Steve said, slapping your ass again so hard it left a bright red handprint on your skin. “Always took you for a good girl. But you’re not being very good for me right now, are you?”

“I can be good,” you promised him. “Just want you to fuck me.”

“Impatient,” he tsked. “You want to get fucked like a whore? Is that what you want?”

“Yes,” you begged. “Please, please fuck me like a whore. Wanna be your little cockslut.”

Steve moaned, finally, finally starting to move his hips. He began fucking into you quickly, his headboard slamming into the wall and definitely disturbing anyone on the other side. “Like this? Wanted to get fucked like this?”

You moaned desperately, the sounds you were making turning higher and higher as he pounded into you from behind. “Yes, Steve, fuck, please don’t stop!”

Steve pulled your hips back to meet every thrust. His long, usually immaculately styled hair hung over his face as he dropped his head forward, getting lost in the pleasure of you. “Pussy’s perfect baby. I can’t fucking believe how perfectly it fits around my cock. Wanna fuck this pussy every fucking day.”

You basked in the praise, his words sending chills down your spine. “S’good, Steve, your cock is so big, fucks me so good.”

Steve was grunting with every thrust, his own mind going hazy with lust as he struggled to stay present in the moment. He had never felt a pussy as good as yours, truly, he couldn’t believe that there was anything on earth Eddie could choose over fucking you. You were perfect. There was no other girl on campus who could even compare.

“Yeah? I’m fucking you good, baby?” Steve was breathless as he spoke, trying his hardest not to show how absolutely wrecked he was inside you. He’d never had a girl bring him to his knees like this, literally.

“So good,” you promised him, never wanting him to stop. You could feel another orgasm approaching, the angle he was fucking you bringing you more pleasure than you’d ever felt. “Gonna cum again.”

Steve huffed a laugh. “Gonna cum just from getting fucked?”

“Yeah,” you whined, pushing back against him again. With the added help every thrust was so deep, so intense. Steve was fucking you wildly, you never knew you’d like being fucked so animalistically the way he was, but you fucking loved everything about this.

“Go on and cum all over my cock then, slut,” he said, slapping your ass again. You cried out, which only egged him on more. “Cream all over my dick, baby.”

Steve leaned forward, grabbing your face around your jaw and forcing you to look at him. He pursed his lips and spit, landing on the side of your mouth. You gasped, eyes going wide - no one had ever done that to you before. He watched as you darted your tongue out, licking his spit away and swallowing it.

“Good fucking girl,” Steve praised, moving back and wrapping an arm around your middle to rub against your clit again. “Now, I need you to cum for me.”

Your eyes rolled back in your head and your mouth dropped open as your second orgasm crashed through you, the most embarrassingly desperate moans falling endlessly from your very soul. Steve kept fucking you hard, riding through your high and beyond it.

“Fuck, yeah, gonna cum,” he groaned, hips snapping into yours even faster. “I’m so close, baby. Gonna cum in that little pussy.”

“Cum for me, Steve,” you moaned, thrusting back against him with every movement. Your head dropped down, face buried in the pillows to bury the sounds you were making as he buried himself to the hilt.

“Fuck, fuck!”

Steve spilled into you, pumping his cum into you deeply as the hottest groans you’d ever heard from a man filled the room. His hands held you so tightly you could feel the bruises blooming on your hips.

“Shit,” he muttered as he pulled out, and you flipped over onto your back to see him. He placed his hands on your knees, spreading your legs for him. He could see his cum gently dripping from your spent cunt, and the sight had his dick twitching all over again.

He dipped between your legs and you gasped loudly as you felt his tongue on your sensitive pussy. Steve licked you clean, his tongue flicking over your bud before focusing on your hole and the cum escaping from you. The overstimulation sent you over the edge as a third orgasm ripped through your tired body, your hands pulling hard on Steve’s hair as you called his name again and again.

When he lifted from between your legs, you could see his cum on his tongue, smeared along the side of his mouth. He moved forward, pressing his lips to yours and licking against your own tongue as you tasted the mixture of yours and his release. He pushed his cum into your mouth, and you gladly licked it all from his tongue and lips, swallowing as you made eye contact.

“How do I taste?” He asked, that cocky smirk back on his face.

“So good,” you said, pressing another gentle kiss to his lips.

Steve lay down on the bed next to you, pulling a cigarette from a pack on the bedside table and a lighter. He lit the cigarette, offering you one, but you declined.

“That was incredible,” you finally said, making Steve chuckle around the cigarette.

“Yeah, it was,” he agreed. He reached over and grabbed your hand with his free one. “I’d like to do this again sometime.”

“This specifically?” You weren’t sure you wanted or needed another friend with benefits. You wanted more for yourself than that. The last thing you needed was another fuckboy friend to catch feelings for and get hurt over.

“Not necessarily,” Steve laughed. “We could go out somewhere else. On a date, maybe.”

“A date?” You tried to hide the way your face lit up, but you couldn’t hide from Steve. “That would be nice.”

“Cool. I’ll give you a call then.” Steve smiled. “Not that that means you have to leave now.”

You stayed in bed, naked and talking with Steve. It turned out you actually had things in common, and he was easy to talk to. He also was good friends with Eddie, but clearly didn’t approve of the way he had ditched you tonight. But at least it led you to Steve.

You were in the middle of sharing a joint and watching another movie from Family Video when the sound of the lock turning startled you. You had time to quickly grab the sheets and hold them over your bare chest as the door opened and Eddie walked in.

“You’ll never believe the night I had man, I-“ Eddie stopped cold when he turned and saw you in bed with Steve. He said your name, confusion written across his face.

“Uh,” you said, not sure what to do. “Hey, Eddie.”

“Hey,” he said back awkwardly, looking between you and his friend. “Am I, uh, interrupting something?”

“Nah, we were just watching The Lost Boys,” Steve said, ever casual even though he was also still completely naked beneath the blankets, after having fucked his best friend’s FWB. “Welcome to join us, if you want.”

“Yeah, I think I’d like to join,” Eddie teased, a knowing smirk on his face as his eyes dragged over your body. “Looks like fun.”

You rolled your eyes. “Where were you?”

He raised his eyebrows. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, you were supposed to be meeting me here at 8, remember?”

Realization dawned on Eddie then, and his jaw dropped open. “Shit, princess, I’m so sorry. Time got away from me. I was with the guys, we were working on a new song…”

You shook your head. “It’s whatever.”

A sly smile spread across Eddie’s lips. “You were upset.”

“Well yeah, you bailed on our plans, of course I was upset!” You were getting upset again now, not caring that your boobs would be on full display if you dropped the thin sheet.

“So upset you ran into the arms of my roommate?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but nothing came out. You were speechless, and maybe you had been in the wrong, too. But it’s not like you and Eddie were exclusive, you could sleep with whoever you wanted.

“I’m not mad,” he said quickly, reaching a hand forward to rub your leg beneath the blanket. “I’m only upset I missed out.”

“Maybe next time,” Steve teased. “I’m sure she’d like that. She’s a real little slut, you never told me that.”

You blushed deeply as Eddie laughed, moving to stand next to you now as he gently caressed your face. “Yeah. She can be real naughty when she wants to be. Can’t you, princess?”

“Oh, she’s a filthy girl,” Steve contributed, moving to kiss at your neck again. “But she was so good for me.”

“She always is,” Eddie added. “Maybe you can show us how good you can be for us both, yeah?”

thank you for reading! let me know if you’re interested in a part 2 👀

[steeldaisies]

Eddie imagine:

Imagine Eddie writing into every D&D campaign, a character that falls in love with your character. Or npc couples that are exactly like the two of you. You ask him one day why he does this. He just answered so casually like it was common knowledge, “because I’ll love you in every universe, time, and everything in between.”

[louloulemons-posts]

Heyy

Could you write Eddie x introvert reader😭

Like a little story and then some smut maybe😭

Not So Shy

Eddie Munson X Shy!Girlfriend

Word Count : 2.4k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Stop looking a my ass!”

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

“Shush!”

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

“Sure.”

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

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

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.”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Sooooo … got a bit carried away 👀

Hope you enjoyed 😚

[mmunson86]

Holy fuuucking shiiit this was hot asf from start to finish this was intense in the best possible way i absolutely devoured this! I love it🥹💗

ISTG when Joe said "Maybe if you can make it to the car without my cum dripping down your legs" I was a goner i was screaming that had me levitating😩💗

Desperate. Joseph Quinn x Reader

Desperate.

I DO NOT ALLOW MY WRITING TO BE REPUBLISHED ANYWHERE OTHER THAN MY OWN BLOG WITHOUT MY CONSENT

Summary: Attending the premier of Josephs new film Hoard, you get a little needy seeing him in his element, so you take matters into your own hands... literally.

18 + IF YOU ARE NOT 18 OR OLDER DO NOT READ OR INTERACT WITH MY WRITING. IT IS NOT INTENDED FOR MINORS. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE MEDIA YOU CONSUME.

Warnings: fem!reader, reader has a vagina, established relationship, Josephs a bit dom, praise, pet names (baby, babe, dove, little thing) swearing, dirty talk I guess? suggestive. (IF THERES ANYTHING I MISSED LET ME KNOW)

AN: apparently I'm still capable of writing! Who knew! Hope you guys like it. NOT PROOF READ

Wordcount: 1k

You were antsy, but you always were when you attended these premier with Joe. No matter how big or small, your nerves were always amped up to 100 and although Joe claimed to be as nervous as you, you could never tell with how perfectly he handled it all. 

Smiles and laughs, cracking jokes, the man could have everyone swooning over him in the matter of seconds. It came so effortlessly to him, and it was an honour to watch. 

Your hand clung tightly to the back of his black button up, posing for pictures with him, smiling towards the many shouting photographers with their flashing cameras. Josephs hand firm on your hip, a grounding sentiment to help with the nerves. 

When you stepped away so Joseph and his costars could get photographed together you felt your heart squeeze watching them all together. You also wanted to bite Joseph for how goddamn good he looked. With that stupid watch you helped pick out, snug on his wrist. You didn't know why it was such a turn on, but it was, and later when he was taking pictures with Laura Lightfoot Leon, while wearing that cream coloured jumper, with his curly hair and goofy smile, you thought you might explode if you didn't have him soon. 

Joseph can tell something is up, he's watching you shift your weight from foot to foot, legs crossing over each other but he can't decipher what's got you so fidgety. When he finishes taking pictures he saunters back over to you, sliding his sunglasses up onto his head, a lazy smile on his face and you had to fight the urge moan at the sight of him. Hands going straight for your waist, you step up only slightly to wrap your arms around his neck, letting him pull you closer. 

"Sun getting to you?" He asks, one hand coming up to your cheek, thumb resting on the apple of it, feeling its warmth under it. 

You shake your head. "No, why?" You ask tilting your head. 

"You look a little flushed, maybe we should get you inside" he smiles, one arm still wrapped around your waist. Your cheeks burn hotter, was it obvious to anyone else how badly you craved him?

Making your way into the air conditioned venue he walked you down a long hallway away from so many people, with the nod of a security guard who allowed you both to pass. "There's a green room over here, we can have a moment to ourselves for a bit, without all the chaos" 

Although the sentiment was nice, and you loved that he wanted to have a soft moment with you but you couldn't wait any longer. Rounding the corner you tugged on his hand pulling him a little harshly until you were both out of view from any potential onlookers. Your hands are trembling when they reach his belt, trying to get it off quickly. "Babe, baby, woah-" he sounds like he's going to stop you but his hands don't move from where they rest on either side of your ribcage. 

You're about to complain about the belt buckle when it slips free, and you rush to pop the button and pull the zipper down just enough to slide your hand past the two layers separating you from his cock. He groans softly when your hand brushes against his already hardening length, the soft tuff of his pubes tickling your skin as you begin to palm him. 

"I'm so horny Joey" you babble, leaning your head forward so it rests against his chest, watching your hand disappear into his pants. "Need you" you mumble, looking back up at him with desperate eyes. "Need you so bad"

"Fuck" he says through gritted teeth, pulling your face towards him with a firm hand on the back of your neck so he can kiss you. It's messy and clumsy, and you can't control the needy moan that slips from you when you feel his tongue touch yours. You grip him a little harder in your hand, feeling him stiffen more with each desperate stroke. 

"Baby I can't fuck you in a- fuuuuck" his words are cut off by another firm squeeze. "I can't fuck you in a hallway" he says a bit quieter glancing down each end of the hall.

"Then don't fuck me" you say, removing your hand from him, only to reach up under the skirt of your dress to pull off your soaked panties, shoving them into the front pocket of his pants. "Just touch me, please, anything" you beg bringing his hand between your legs, your intertwined fingers dancing along your slick folds together. 

"Holy shit" he mumbles in disbelief. Your knees start to buckle the second he makes contact with your clit, your hand falling away to hold onto his bicep to keep yourself up. "Baby" he coos, rubbing you slowly, your slick covering his fingers. He removes his hand from you slowly and you whine, instantly reaching down to redirect his hand but he stops you. 

"Gimme a second my love, I've got something better, come here" he pulls you closer, wet fingers digging into the plush of your thighs where he hitches it up against his hip. He takes both of your hands and pulls them up to his shoulders. "Hold onto me" he instructs before taking his cock in his hand, pushing his pants down just enough to get it out. Swiping it against your entrance you hum, head tilting back exposing your neck to him where he places a few small kisses.

"You're fucking filthy you know that?" he pushes slightly, not enough to slip in but enough to have your mind going fuzzy. "Needy little thing, in the middle of a premier, you're so desperate for cock that you're willing to get caught for it huh?" he teases, but you shake your head no, holding onto his shoulders a little harder when you feel him push just a bit more. 

"No?" He questions. "Oh so you're not desperate for cock?"

"Jus' yours" you mumble. "Only yours" your eyes meet his and Joseph swears he could cum from that look alone. 

His smile is almost sinister when he looks at you but you can still see the love there. "Thats a good fucking answer" he praises while finally pushing himself entirely into you. 

"Oh-Ohmygod" You whimper, shoving your face into his neck, fingers clutching at any piece of him you can touch. He tugs you closer somehow, while his hips pull back every so slightly only to shove himself right back in. His thrusts are slow but deep, making your lower abdomen ache with how full he's making you feel. The one leg that you're balanced on is trembling with how hard you're trying to keep yourself steady, the six inch heels no longer a good idea. "M'gunna have to carry you out of here aren't I?" Joseph laughs, his breath fanning across the side of your temple. 

You try to reply but the words are stuck in your throat, only small 'uh' noises able to escape. "Quite down dove, you wanna cum before we get caught yeah?" 

"Please" You whisper, head tilting back once more, mouth hung open. His pace quickens only a little, but he somehow manages to hit that sweet spot even deeper over and over. "Fucking christ" your hand moves to your stomach. "You're so d-deep"

"Just how my baby likes it huh?" his hand reaches down to toy with your clit, not much needed other than some pressure with how good he's fucking you. "I'm so close baby, want you to cum first, can you do that for me?"

Your eyes are shut tight, but you manage to nod. Your climax sparking in your stomach begging to burst. "Close" you whimper and he pulls your head back into his neck while he continues to fuck up into you. Your whole body starts shaking before your orgasm fully hits you, and you have to bite down on the collar of his shirt to help keep you quiet. You sound like your crying, sobbing into him but Joseph knows better than to stop whatever hes doing when he's got you sounding like this. "That's it, fuck baby you're so good to me" he rushes, his own orgasm coming to a hilt fast. "F-fuck, I'm gunna cum"

"Yes, yes, please, I need you to cum in me" you whisper into the dampness of his neck where your mouth has been stationed. 

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck-" He almost growls, holding back as much noise as he can as he feels himself spill into you, the way your cunt clenches around him perfectly, milking every ounce until you're both a panting mess. Only when Joseph is able to come back into himself, he lowers your leg, slipping out of you slowly while you quickly cross your legs tightly. You wobbly, barely able to keep yourself straight. 

"You okay?" he asks, brushing the hair from your face, holding your flushed cheeks in his hands. Only this time he knows why they're flushed.

"So good" you purr, leaning into him for a short moment before he's pulling away from you and buttoning up his pants. 

You pout at the lack of contact but then he's kneeling in front of you while helping you step out of your heels, your feet seeking sweet relief on the cold marble floor. "The night is pretty much over, what do you say we get you back to the hotel and until a bath?"

"I'd like that" you say fondly, wrapping your arms back around his neck. He kisses you softly, and you can feel the love he has for you being poured into it. "Can you fuck me again when we get there?"

"Jesus Christ woman" he laughs loudly, picking up your heels and letting them dangle on his two fingers before taking your hand into his free one. "Maybe if you can make it to the car without my cum dripping down your legs" he says lowly, pressing a quick kiss to your temple. 

[trulyumai]

make that two

—synopsis: yeah, Eddie was down bad. he couldn’t even read a few sentences in before casting his gaze back on you. I mean… could you blame him?

—warnings: none!

—pairings: eddie munson / gf! reader

You sat cross-legged on the floor, flipping through a hefty textbook while Eddie paced nearby, running a hand through his curly hair.

“Okay, so we need to focus on the themes of existentialism in this novel,” you said, trying to keep your tone light. “How about we start with the main character’s struggles?”

Eddie paused mid-pace, his dark eyes drifting toward you. You looked up, and for a moment, the world outside faded. His lips curved into a lazy grin, and you could see the admiration etched in his expression. “Honestly, sweetheart, I think you’re more interesting than this assignment.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, unable to suppress a smile. “Come on, Eddie! We can’t just blow it off. We’ve got to pass this class.”

He sat down beside you, resting his chin on his hand, a teasing spark in his eyes. “Yeah, but look at you! How am I supposed to concentrate when you’re sitting there like the goddess of wisdom?”

You felt your cheeks heat at his compliment. “You’re impossible,” you laughed, nudging him lightly. “Focus, or I’ll start charging you for tutoring sessions.”

Eddie chuckled, leaning closer, his presence warm and comforting. “Alright, fine. Let’s talk about ‘existentialism’ or whatever.” But his gaze remained fixed on you, and it was clear that his mind was elsewhere.

“Eddie,” you said, trying to pull him back to the task at hand. “The themes—”

“Yeah, themes,” he interrupted, but his eyes sparkled with mischief. “But seriously, how do you make studying look so good? It’s not fair.”

You tried to stifle a grin, but it was futile. “You’re just saying that to distract me!”

“Guilty as charged,” he said, feigning a dramatic sigh. “But can you blame me? You’re like a ray of sunshine on a gloomy day.”

You shook your head, exasperated yet delighted. “Okay, Mr. Munson. Let’s make a deal. If you can stay focused for ten minutes, I’ll reward you with… a kiss.”

Silence ensued. You almost wanted to take the words right back before he bolted up.

His eyes widened, and you could practically see the gears turning in his mind. “Ten minutes? That’s a long time in Eddie-world,” he said, puffing out his chest playfully. “But I accept your challenge, fair maiden!”

As you both settled into the assignment, Eddie’s mind wandered again, his gaze drifting back to you. He watched the way you flipped through the pages, the way your hair caught the light, and the soft concentration on your face. It was impossible to focus when you were there, right in front of him, like a muse.

Shit, was he always so.. smitten like this?

“Okay, okay,” he muttered, breaking the silence. “This isn’t working. I’m failing already.”

You giggled, finally meeting his eyes. “You’re such a dork.”

“And you love it,” he shot back, a smirk tugging at his lips. “But really, I can’t help it. You’ve got this… magnetism. It’s like a spell you’ve cast over me. Wait.. you’re not some warlock are you?!”

Your heart raced at his words. And no matter how much you wanted to laugh, you still grunted out a displeasurable sound. “Eddie, focus! We need to get this done!”

With a dramatic sigh, he leaned back against the wall, crossing his arms. “Fine, I’ll focus. But just know that my thoughts are filled with visions of you. It’s your fault I can’t pay attention.”

You couldn’t help but laugh again, feeling lighter in his presence. “Alright, one more attempt. Let’s break it down together.”

For the next few minutes, you guided him through the key points of the assignment, his attention wavering but gradually sharpening as you spoke. When you finished, you leaned in closer, a smile on your face. “See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“Not with you around,” Eddie replied, leaning in as well, his eyes sparkling with mischief and admiration. “Now, about that kiss…”

“Eddie!”

….

“…please?”

[acekazoo]

nhl players as textposts part ???

[fyeaheddiemunson]

[mmunson86]

We are just two idiots in love! Because you know neither one of us has gotten over each-other, i cant wait to see how we work our way back to each-other because Joey BB we love you & you still love us🥹🤍

Baby Love (Part Two)

Rating: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!

Warnings: Make up sex, oral sex (female receiving), p in v sex (no use of condoms of birth control, cream pie, he plays the field a little and has casual hook ups (some mentioned throughout). If I forgot anything, please let me know.

If you wanna be added to my tag list, let me know.

 “Turn around and I’ll get you out of this dress.”

You did as he asked, feeling him brush your hair to the side, careful not to entangle it in the zipper. You felt his breath hit your back as he unzipped it as far as it would go, showing your beautiful curves along with the buckle of your bra and the lace of your panties. He carefully kissed your shoulder as he moved to pull the arms of your dress down. Working with him, feeling shivers cascade down your body, you felt your dress fall to the floor. You scooted it easily to the side and out of your way. He quickly undid your bra, letting your breasts free before tossing it to the floor, wrapping his arms around your chest, giving them a good squeeze. 

“Fuck—you’re so beautiful.”, he whispered, breath heavy on your neck.

“You’re just saying that.”, you teased in response.

“Am not. All these girls wish they could look as beautiful and sexy as you do.”

You rolled your eyes, not believing him. It was hard for you to see yourself in that light, always feeling a little self-conscious here and there. His lips found your neck, beginning to work hard on placing a hickey on you. You closed your eyes, leaning into his touch, one hand wrapping around his head, holding it near your neck while entangling in his curls. You let out a soft moan just as he did in perfect harmony. Why had you both denied yourself of this for so long? It was clear you all wanted one another. 

“I mean it.”, he continued. “All these girls that want me—could never compare to you.”

“You’ve been seen with a few.”, you breathed as he went place to sucking and biting at your neck almost taking your breath away. 

Was he trying to kill you?

Joe’s teeth eased off your skin. “Just cause I couldn’t have you.”

Your skin stung at the loss of contact. 

“Mean it?”

“God, they don’t compare to you.”

It made you feel good when he told you that. Not that you had wanted him to be hung up on you and never love again. That was never your plan. You wanted him to be happy whether it was with or without you. There was no ill intent. 

“I just wanna fuck you so bad—can I?”, he breathed. 

“In a minute.”

You heard a soft groan as he dropped his towel in one swift motion, feeling the tip of his cock against you. Swallowing hard, you could tell he was already leaking. Your breathing hitched as his hand moved down your hips.

“Can I feel you?”

You nodded breathlessly. 

“Mhmm I left a hickey, hope you can hide it tomorrow.”, he chuckled as he pulled your lace panties to the side while slipping his fingers underneath the sheer fabric. 

Your eyes rolled back in your head, knees almost giving out as his fingers traced your openings. 

“Easy love, I haven’t even put my fingers in yet.”

His chuckles were devilish, taunting at best. He was proud that he could make you come apart at the seams so easily. For once he felt he had the upper hand in this relationship and hell, this was so much better than jacking off to you in the shower which he’d already done but he was happy—eager to go again. 

“Can’t—help it.”, you moaned softly, wishing there was something to hold onto. 

His index and middle finger traced your clit, making small circles at first. You leaned back into him for support to keep yourself from falling—so weak in the knees it wasn’t funny. He hummed in satisfaction as he broadened his circles on your clit, widening them with each stroke. He smirked to himself, realizing this was euphoric for you. 

“Missed this—missed you.”, he hummed, lengthening the circles on your clit, making them extremely slow and teasing.

His breath on your neck intensified the emotions you were feeling, sending you into a spiral. 

“Mhmmm…..Joe….”

“What is it, love?”

“Feels so——fuck.”, you moaned, swallowing hard as his fingers played with your clit.

“Mhmmm we’re gonna fuck....just as soon as I make you cum like this—get you all wet and ready for my cock.”

“Joseph Anthony Francis…..”, you breathed in surprise, not used to his dirty talk.

Most of the time, he was a gentleman. 

“What?”, he chuckled innocently.

You couldn’t muster up a response as his fingers left your clit and moved to your cunt. They slipped inside, your eyes rolling back as you felt one of his rings against your walls. A smile was plastered across his lips, realizing you were enjoying this. He steadied you, sure to keep you supported so you wouldn’t fall. You always felt safe and comfortable with him. If you were being honest, he knew you better than anyone. 

His fingers worked in and out of you, keeping the perfect rhythm and only making you more excited to have him deep inside you. Your body was beginning to yearn—desire it. It was a need, like water for the body to keep it from being dehydrated. You couldn’t explain it and you weren’t going to try. You let out soft, small moans as he worked his fingers, beginning to stretch you out.

“Mhmm still so tight….”, he breathed against you. “Has no one else had you since me?”

You shook your head. 

He hummed in satisfaction, feeling good about the fact no other man had the pleasure of worshipping your body. It sounded so selfish in his head.

“Had to please yourself?”

You nodded but managed to stammer a sentence out. “Could—have—had—some.”

His fingers buried deeper inside your slick, wet cunt hitting your g-spot. 

“Ah, but you didn’t. Miss my cock that bad?”

You nodded again, no words able to escape your mouth. Truthfully you had missed him and sex with him. He always took his time, making sure you were pleased and taken care of during sex. Not to mention his aftercare was the best. 

He chuckled, a squelching sound beginning to fill the empty hotel room. You closed your eyes, feeling self-conscious at the noise. It instantly made you cringe and Joe seemed to notice. 

“It’s not a bad thing, love.”

“Just—makes me feel—awkward.”

“You shouldn’t. Means you’re soaked for me. And it’s sexy, really.”

Even when you all were dating and having sex regularly, you still felt awkward about some of the sounds your body would make. Joe assured you they were all normal, all good things but you still wondered. Was he just telling you that to make you feel better?

“When—are—you—?”

He cut you off, finishing your sentence. “Gonna put it in?”

You nodded. It felt like you were being scolded, reprimanded for your actions.

“Mhmm and what if I wanted to taste it before I put it in? If I recall, you like me eating you out, don’t you, love?”

The twisting, aching feeling in the pit of your stomach intensified. Your legs felt like jello, like they’d give out any second. You did like feeling his beard between your legs, the stubble rubbing against your thighs as he licked and lapped at your wet cunt. 

“You—can….”

He chuckled, his fingers suddenly leaving your cunt. Moaning a the loss of contact, you looked over your shoulder to eye him. 

“Why did—did you—?”

He brought his fingers up to his lips before sticking them in his mouth, tasting your sweet juices. It reminded you of when you went to the restaurant and something was so good you licked it off your fingers. Joe was acting like it was his last meal. 

“Fuck you taste so good.”

“I do?”, you asked innocently.

He nodded, sucking his fingers off until there was nothing left. “Wanna lay down on the bed?”

You nodded as he helped you onto the bed, knowing your legs were wobbly and unsteady. He loved when your legs were shaky after sex. He’d rub them while the aftershock flowed through your body. You didn’t know how he was able to recover so fast. Your head hit the pillow, and your nose instantly filled with the scent of his Dior cologne. The one he always wore to bed after a shower. All of this was sending you into sensory overload, drifting further and further into your love-drunk stupor. 

Joe climbed on the bed, spreading your legs instinctively. You couldn’t help but notice his rock-hard cock as he tugged at your panties, pulling them down your legs and tossing them on the floor. He laid down on his stomach between your legs, holding them apart with his broad, strong fingers. 

“You’re getting the bed wet.”

“So—sorry.”, you moaned out, body pensive as you were waiting to feel his tongue enter you.

“Don’t be sorry about that, love. Just be sorry that some of this is going to waste.”, he breathed as he inserted a finger, tracing up your cunt before pulling it out and tasting you again. 

You raised your head up, looking down at him. He made it a point to lick his finger like he was licking a lollipop or ice cream cone He was teasing the fuck out of you and he knew it. Your breathing hitched, swallowing hard and wishing he would just do what he said he was going to do. As if he could read your mind, he parted your thighs, his grip tightening on them as he gave you one last smirk before his tongue took a swipe between your wet folds. 

Your back arched, you digging your nails into the sheets. That morning, Joseph hadn’t made his sheets where he was already running late, almost oversleeping. But you weren’t complaining. You let out a moan as he inserted his tongue, beginning to lap and lick you. Dragging his tongue up your slit, collecting your arousal, and bringing it up to your clit. 

“Fuck!”, you hiss, gripping the sheets so hard your knuckles were turning white. 

“Like it love?”, he asked against you.

“Love—it.”, you moaned. “Might cum.”

Joe lifted his head from your core, brown eyes locking with yours. “I’d love for you to cum, love. I won’t stop until you cum.”

Butterflies could be felt in your stomach as you gave him a small smile before he dipped back down to continue pleasing you. You had almost forgotten how good he was with his tongue. You can tell he’s not forgotten just how you liked it—how much pressure he adds to your clit, how he uses his tongue making you moan and squirm under him. You had to admit it: Joe had always given you the best oral sex. You decided to forego telling him, scared it might go to his head.

Joe continued to alternate between lapping and sucking at your clit, teasing it with the tip of his tongue. In the pit of your stomach, you could feel your impending orgasm approaching. The tight aching in your stomach returned, legs beginning to shake, and breathing beginning to hitch. All you could do was look down at Joe who was eyeing you as he continued his ministrations. Knowing you so well, he knew you were close to an orgasm. He knew he almost had you there and he was addicted to the feeling. 

Moving one of your hands from the sheet, you blindly moved it down your abdomen. Joe knew what you needed and wanted—you always wanted it when he ate you out. He removed one of his hands from the inside of your thigh, tracing it up your abdomen. You’re desperate to meet his hand as you search for it, finally finding it. Joe opened his hand, your hand finding his and slotting your fingers with his. It was an intimate aspect during oral sex, but Joe loved it when you needed him—needed to hold his hand before cumming. 

Joe’s eyes flickered back up to you as you squeezed his hand for dear life, seconds away from cumming all over his tongue. 

“Joe—I’m gonna cum….”, you moaned, the last word high-pitched as you fought your orgasm for a brief second.

You threw your head back against the pillow, unconsciously planting your toes on Joe’s shoulder all while curling your toes.

He smirked as he felt your toes curl against his skin. “Cum for me, baby.”

Baby? He hadn’t called you that since you all had dated. But you didn’t seem to mind it. He consciously scolded himself, afraid he’d ruin the moment. Afraid you wouldn’t want to have sex after this or stop it altogether. But you didn’t. All you did was grip his hand tighter.

“Fuck—Joe, I’m cumming.....”, you moaned out.

Suddenly, he felt you cum hard on his tongue. He held his tongue still as you pulsed around him, your whole body convulsing as your orgasm ripped through you. Stars showed in the backs of your eyelids as you squeezed them shut. Your stomach muscles tightened as you felt your vaginal contractions shoot through your pelvis. Joe gave you a couple of minutes to ride out your orgasm but also wanted you to extend your orgasm to its greatest length. 

Joe moved his tongue, keeping the flicks light due to your orgasm leaving everything so sensitive. You gripped his hand, moaning loudly. Joe finally ceased his motions, drawing his face back from your cunt as he gently let go of your hand. His beard was glistening in the low light of the hotel room, causing you to bite your lip. You stayed quiet, trying to recover and come back to reality from your earth-shattering orgasm. Your eyes fluttered open as Joe hovered over your limp body. 

He gave you the softest smile, reaching down and tucking some of your hair behind your ear. “How’d it feel, love?”

“Amazing. Thank you, Joe.”, you breathed, voice hoarse from moaning and panting. 

Joe reached out, chuckling as he grabbed your hand again. “You’re welcome, love. Wanna taste yourself?”

Your stomach twisted. “Are you sure?”

“I’ll kiss you—if you’re okay with it. Give you just a little taste of how amazing you are.”

“Yeah, you can kiss me.”, you gasped lightly (still in recovery mode), looking into his deep brown eyes as he moved his head down, lips meeting yours. 

You were surprised by your own taste: a perfect mixture of salty and sweet. He was right—it wasn’t bad. You both shared small kisses as Joe attempted to deepen the kiss, twisting his tongue with yours. You didn’t put up a fight, feeling his free hand caress your cheek. It turned him on how you were letting him deepen the kiss, the taste of your juices still on his tongue. It drove him crazy how well you were handling all this. It’s like you all had picked up where you left off. Joe moaned softly in your mouth, desperate to take this further. He was ready to be inside you. 

Joe abruptly broke the kiss, causing you to sigh as he brushed through your hair so tenderly and so gently. “Feeling up for more or do you wanna sleep, love?”

“More—please.”, you whispered, afraid to sound desperate. 

Joe chuckled, kissing your hand. “How do you want it?”

“However.”

You were desperate to have him inside you. Joe was being considerate—allowing you to stay in bed and recuperate. Biting your lip, you imagined how good it would feel for him to fuck you out. Shivers cascaded down your spine at just the thought alone. 

“Tell me what you want.”, Joe repeated, seduction flickering in his brown eyes.

“I dunno…..”

“Yes, you do.”, Joe hummed as he repositioned himself back between your legs, his cock pulsing and being more erect by the second of your innocence. 

You felt his thick broad hands cascade up your body as he positioned himself over you, looking deep into your eyes. Sharing a few kisses, you writhed slightly under his touch. 

“What is it, baby?”

Baby? There was that word again. He mentally cursed himself again for using that term, so afraid he would fuck up the progress he had made with you. You could tell he was disciplining himself. You brought your arm up, shaking as you rubbed his broad shoulders. He’d been working out—you didn’t remember him being that buff before you all had broken up. Not to say he wasn’t always fit. He was, taking a morning run most days. Opposite of him, you were definitely not a morning person. 

When you all lived together, he’d slip out of bed some mornings to take his morning run. He’d give you a small kiss before locking the door. You may have turned over in bed but you’d quickly drift back off into a slumber. He’d wake you up in one of a couple of ways—breakfast in bed or with sex. Either way, you weren’t complaining. Joe had a soft, romantic side and a sultry, seductive side. You loved both.

“Need—you—inside of me.”, you breathed. 

“Now?”

You nodded. “Don’t make me beg—Joe.”

“Maybe I wanna hear you beg, love.”

Your eyes fluttered shut as you swallowed hard. “Joe…..”, you pleaded with need in your voice. 

He felt his cock pulse as his breathing hitched, closing his eyes and holding back a moan. His muscles were flexed as dug his cock into your thigh causing you to swallow hard before you let out a moan, desperate to have him inside you. You weren’t going to be able to hold out much longer. 

“What, love?”

“Joe….”, you moaned your best, pitiful moan. “I—I need you.”

“Need me to what?”, he whispered before leaning down to take of your breasts in his mouth, tongue flicking over your erect nipple.

Your freshly manicured nails dug into his back with barely any space between you both. He moaned against your breast, feeling the vibration against your skin. You couldn’t help but moan as your hands rubbed down his broad back, pulling him closer to you. 

“Need—you—to—”

It was like the cat had got your tongue, struggling to finish a simple sentence. 

“Need me to what?”, he breathed, mouthful of your breast.

After he posed his question, his tongue went back to swirling around your nipple before gently nibbling it and biting it making your mouth go dry and the heat only grow between your legs. You swallowed hard, bracing yourself to try and pose your question again.

“Need—you—to—fuck—”

Joe paused, wondering if you were going to be able to get it out. 

“Me—please.”, you finished, feeling relieved the words had finally got out. 

It felt like a weight had been lifted off of you. You felt a smile curve into his lips as he popped your breast out of his mouth, bringing his face up to yours before sharing a kiss with you. 

“That’s all I needed to hear.”, he breathed as he chuckled with a smile before he pushed himself up with his broad arms. 

You watched him through hazy eyes, knowing this was the moment you had been waiting for. Before doing anything, he gave himself a few strokes as he threw his head back and closed his eyes just to be sure that he was hard enough for you. Biting your lip, your attention was drawn to the pre cum leaking at his tip. He had been ready for you, eager to get inside of you. 

“Ready, love?”, he breathed as his hands rubbed your thighs easily. 

You nodded as he positioned himself between your legs, the tip of his cock gently brushing the opening of your cunt. It was the calm before the storm, it always was. Joe’s brown eyes are working to memorize the way you look right now—vulnerable and ready for him. Your eyes are glossy, eager for him to be inside you. He was afraid if he didn’t ingrain this image in his brain, he’d forget it. Especially if you wanted nothing to do with him after this. It wouldn’t surprise him, but he was trying not to think about that right now.

Whimpers and moans left your mouth as he pushed himself inside of you, splitting you open. You’re too sensitive, it’s been too long since someone—he had been inside of you. He felt your body go slack, completely give out under him. This was the moment he knew you had truly missed him and missed this. 

Joe pushed himself in deeper as he placed his hands on your hips, watching how well your cunt took his cock. He moaned loudly, brown eyes fluttering shut but he couldn’t help but grin when he felt your walls clenching around him in time with his moans. 

“Joe…..”, you whined. “please……”

He had dreamed of this moment, thinking about you day and night while you all had been broken up. He had missed this, missed you, missed the feeling of being deep inside you, the feeling of your cunt around him, hearing your moans, he just missed you more than anything.

“Please what?”, Joe asked easily through a groan.

You’re practically biting your tongue, anything to help you focus and take his cock. You can’t stop the moans and whines from escaping.

“Please—move. Give—it to me.”, you begged.

“What a good girl.”, Joe cooed as he pulled out, making you whimper at the loss of contact. 

He chuckled devilishly for a minute. The look on your face was so cute, so adorable. Joe wished you could have seen it. You were confused but that quickly disappeared right as he slammed back inside of you with a loud moan.

“Oh, fu—fuck, Joe. Your cock feels so—so good.”, you cried out.

“Oh yeah?”, he breathed as his hands trailed your waist, gripping your hips. 

The sound of sex begins to feel the room, the bed gently creaking under the pressure of him thrusting himself deep inside you. This feeling was euphoric, forgetting all about the cares and worries in the world. All that mattered at this moment was Joe and you and the love you were making. 

“Your cunt feels so good—so perfect, love.”, Joe breathed. “So tight and wet—just for me…”

“Don’t—don’t stop, Joe.”, you whimpered. “Please don’t stop,”

You could feel your juices running down your thighs, your cunt getting tighter by the second around his cock. You felt filthy, so dirty. Especially when you began to hear the squelching sounds your cunt makes as Joe pounded you into the mattress. But that didn’t change the fact you loved it—you were addicted to the feeling of him inside you. Your body forgot how much you had missed it. 

“Not gonna—stop until you cum.”, he groaned as pushed deep inside you.

He was doing exactly what you wanted—fucking you out. He knew your body and knew exactly how you liked it. You were climbing your high at an exceedingly alarming rate, knowing you couldn’t handle this long. You could feel your skin touching, sticking together from sweating it out. Between the small glow of the lamp, you could see the glisten on Joe’s skin and noticed his curls were becoming damp, sticking to his forehead. 

“Joe…….”, you moaned, toes beginning to curl. 

He bit his lip, groaning right after you. “What, baby?”

“So—fucking close.”

“Mhmm,”, he chuckled. “Can’t wait to feel you cum all over my cock.”

“Keep saying things like that—“, you began, barely mustering out the sentence as he fucked himself into you. “And it won’t be long.”

“Exactly—what I want.”, he groaned in response, pulling your legs over his shoulders, allowing himself more leverage and allowing his cock to go deeper if that was even possible. 

You answered in a long, drawn-out moan. Your release was barreling towards you and there was nothing you could do to stop it. No matter how badly you wanted to ride this out or savor it. The feeling of your orgasm was rising in your stomach, beginning to twist and knot as he grunted with each thrust. You let out small, pitiful moans signaling you were ready to cum. He loved the sounds you made just like music to his ears.

“Cum for me, baby. Don’t hold out.”

“Fuck—“, you hissed, digging your nails into his shoulders. “Cumming now, Joe.”

“Fuck, yeah. It’s so sexy baby.”, he groaned.

He felt the walls of your cunt tighten around his cock, beginning to drown him in your juices. You cried out, the tension that had built up finally releasing. He slowed down slightly with his thrusts, allowing you to ride out your orgasm, but intensifying it. He wanted you to get the release you deserved. How long had it been since you were able to have one like this? Rubbing one out for yourself had to be no comparison to an orgasm like this. He leaned down, planting a kiss on your lips, continuing to fuck himself into you.

“Mhmmm, Joe…..,”, you swallowed, turning your head.

You could feel the sleepiness beginning to set in. You felt relaxed as you came down from the high of your orgasm, the feeling of him inside you making the sensitivity increase. 

“Are you gonna cum?”, you looked at him, eyes hazy. 

“Can I?”, he asked, picking up his thrusts.

“You don’t have to ask.” 

His thrusts were beginning to get lazy, clear he was nearing his release.

“Want me to pull out?”

You shook your head easily. While you all were together, you were on the pill. You went off the pill after you all had broken up, feeling there was no need to put yourself through that torture. 

“And what are we gonna do to prevent a baby?”, he groaned as that aching feeling entered the pit of your stomach.

While you all were dating, one day you imagined you would have a baby with him. You wanted to be a mom and have a baby with the man you loved at some point. You both were so busy in your newfound careers. Now, you were trying to prevent it at all costs.

“Plan B.”, your eyes fluttered before he leaned down to share a kiss with you. 

Joe smiled in response, trying to make his mind forget all those conversations about potential children one day. You all had joked about it here and there, particularly about their names or whose mannerisms they’d have. That was a thing of the past. 

“I’ll get it delivered so we don’t have to go get it. Maybe some condoms for later?”

“Sounds—good.”, you smiled up at him.

It was the same sweet smile that he had fallen in love with. He smiled, more of his curls beginning to stick to his forehead causing you to swallow hard. You rubbed his arms sensually, hoping the tantalizing would help make him cum. He loved being touched during sex—almost like he had been touch starved for so long. But deep down inside, you knew he could pull women. Any woman he wanted but somehow, he still wanted and longed for you. 

His brown eyes fluttered shut, chest heaving. It was happening—he was getting so close. 

“Y/Nickname, I’m gonna—oh fuck, baby I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum for me, Joe. Please fill me full.”

Joe’s eyebrows cocked in surprise, unused to hearing you talk like that causing him to begin laughing lightly before melting into groaning as his cock began pumping deep inside of you. You let out a soft moan as you held his arm, only helping him navigate through his release. His chest heaved up and down as he held his position, hips stuttering. He didn’t dare move and you didn’t ask him to. You drew a deep breath as you both waited for him to finish.

“I’m gonna pull out now, okay love?”

You nodded, unable to form words.

He slid out easy causing your breathing to hitch as he fell in bed beside you.

“How was it?”

“Amazing.”, you breathed. 

“I’m glad. It was for me too. Do you need anything?”, he breathed as he took you into his arms, brushing through your hair lightly. 

It took a lot of courage for him to do that, afraid you’d regret this instantly and end up grabbing your clothes and leaving. But you didn’t. You let him hold you, letting out a sigh of relief. You finally felt safe for the first time in the entire night, but you’d never admit that to him. At least, not right now. 

“No, just hold me.”, you mumbled as you snuggled into him.

He wanted to ask if you were gonna stay the night. But he didn’t want to come off pushy. He reached over grabbing his phone. More missed calls from the girl he’d been seeing along with a few texts from her. It was supposed to be casual, he wasn’t ready to commit to anyone and he had been open about that. He quickly clicked off his lock screen, opened the door dash app, and trying to find a pharmacy that was still open. He was going to have to face this sooner or later. 

“Are you hungry or anything?”, he asked.

“No. Just sleepy.”, you yawned. “Are you ordering the pill?”

“Yeah, just wondered if you wanted anything else before I submit it.”

“No thanks. There’s fifty bucks in my purse to pay you back.”

“Don’t worry about it, love.”

He found one, quickly added the pill to his cart along with some condoms, and checked out quickly. It was estimated it would be here in forty-five minutes but he didn’t think you were going to make it that long. Your eyes were already closed, your breathing becoming relaxed and slow. He smirked down at you, knowing he’d just have to remind you in the morning. 

“Goodnight, love.”

“Goodnight, Joe.”

He kissed your head as you snuggled into his chest, the familiar scent helping to lull you to sleep. He rubbed up and down your back causing a relaxing sigh to escape you. The order was confirmed as he reached over and turned off the lamp. 

“Still awake?”, he whispered.

“Mhm.”, you nodded lightly. “Just so quiet in here—usually fall asleep with the television on.”

He smirked. “I can help with that. Want me to ramble on about something or sing something? Neither I’m super great at, might I add.” 

You smirked. “Surprise me.”

He nodded as he continued to rub up and down your back before placing another small kiss on your head. He couldn’t help it. You looked so beautiful and peaceful laying there in bed with him. He pulled the sheet over you both while bringing the comforter up. 

“Thanks.”, you slurred, speech changing from the increasing drowsiness. 

“You’re welcome. Sure you don’t have a preference?”

“Nope. Surprise me.”

He nodded silently, rubbing up and down your arm a couple more times before he finally decided he was going to hum or sing a bit of one of your favorite songs. He knew he was going to sound stupid doing it but he was going to anyway—just for you.

“Baby love, my baby love. I need you, oh, how I need you.”

It was Tim Curry’s version of “Baby Love”, which had originally been released by Diana Ross and The Supremes. You had made mention that it was a song your dad had introduced to you. He had passed away a few years ago and you had discovered Tim Curry’s version, falling in love with it more than the original. But somehow, it still made you feel connected to your dad. It was a song you all listened to often. It made him feel close to you, the words being meaningful to him while you all were separated He softly kissed you again before continuing. 

“But all you do is treat me bad. Break my heart and leave me sad. Tell me what did I do wrong to make you stay away so long.”

Your chest was rising up and down steadily, a soft smile spread across your lips. 

“Baby love, oh baby love. Missin’ you, oh miss kissin’ you.” 

Your eyes were closed, a soft smile coming across his lips. It was making him feel emotional, him trying to hold back. 

“Instead of breakin’ up, let’s do some kissin’ and makin’ up.”

He could feel tears forming in the corners of his eyes. 

“Don’t throw our love away, in my arms why don’t you stay?”

His voice was beginning to crack, hoping you were asleep by this point. 

“Need you, need you.” 

He couldn’t show emotions, he just couldn’t. 

“Need to hold you once again my love, feel your warm embrace, my love.”

He caressed your cheek, brushing the hair out of your face. 

“Don’t throw our love away, please don’t do me this way.”

He was secretly pleading his case. 

“Not happy like we used to be, loneliness has got the best of me, my love. My baby love.” 

The loneliness had consumed him until now, until tonight. 

“I need you, oh how I need you.” 

He leaned down to kiss your cheek, barely causing you to move. 

“My baby love.”, he repeated in a whisper, admiring you as his hand shook lightly against your cheek.

He hoped you wouldn’t leave this time. Maybe there was something he could do differently, maybe you all could talk this out. All he knew right now was that he was happy tonight—holding you in his arms. He closed his eyes, feeling a single tear run down his cheek but he quickly wiped it away. He couldn’t be getting this emotional right now. He needed to keep his head straight if he wanted any chance or hope of winning you back. There was no way he could leave here without making you his again. 

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What the Emperor Wants

Part Nine

Summary: Emotions take bloom.

Notes/Warnings: Hints of dommy, emperor Geta. Dated views on feelings, ownership & religion.

I saw Gladiator 2. ❤️ed Love Geta. Wrote half of this before seeing it. Only shifted somethings 🫣🥹 my story a smidge.

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Something in him that he wasn’t familiar with came over him. Shifting where he sat, he glanced back at you. There a short distance between the two of you.

“Move closer.” He murmured, just loud enough for you to hear.

Once you were settled, he reached for your hand and held it over his shoulder.

He kept his attention on the dancers. A smile spread across his face. He felt good.

“Sire?” You felt confused.

His thumb grazed the softness of your wrist. You trembled.

“I want to feel your touch.” He pressed your hand to his chest.

You didn’t say anything further. Your touch was subtle as he continued to enjoy the fruits and bread before him, with an occasional sip of his wine.

Occasionally, he’d bring his hand to yours and press it against him before releasing it to let you continue your idle touch. Which felt as delicate as a butterfly wings has they flutter over new spring blossoms.

Catching the eye of one of the personal guards. He motioned for the man to come over.

In hushed tones, he told him to ready the carriage and to send word that villa was to ready for his arrival in the early afternoon. And to have the men ready as well to give a proper escort for himself and you.

The man replied with a positive affirmation, he knew it was possible. He had given them shorter notice when Caracalla had gone through a period of prolonged feelings of distress and tantrums. This would be much easier.

******

You held the breath in you when he motioned for the guard to come over. Their voices were hushed and low. You could not decipher what was said despite being close. You watched as the man gave a nod, stood straight and left with great haste.

Your thoughts whirled at the possibilities of what the exchange could have been. Your stomach turned.

Though as you felt his thumb graze the softness of your wrist, you were brought back to the room in which you sat.

“Diversion from the city lays ahead of us.” He told you softly.

Merriment still surrounded you, torches flickered and hushed pleasant voices grounded the music that player to accompany the dancers that continued to swish and twirl in the center of the room.

“That will be delightful Geta.” You smiled.

Tingles, from how your arm and hand were prickled at you. It reminded you on mornings where you had woken up after laying on your limb. You didn’t dare roll your hand or pull it back. Despite being the emperor, you surely believed he had those same tingles. But you enjoyed this and didn’t wish to disrupt his pleasure.

Feeling a gentle tug, you looked and caught Geta’s gaze. “Yes, Geta?”

“I’m growing tired. We shall retire to my quarters, there is something we need to discuss.”

“Yes.” You replied softly. “Yes, absolutely.” Before his hand released yours, his thumb once again grazed your wrist.

*******

He glanced at you as the two of you walked down the passageways. The footfalls of the two of you were the only ones that mattered in his opinion. The torches flickered and cast shadows here and there.

Looking at you, once again that feeling stirred in him from earlier in the evening. It reminded him of the excitement on the brink of a banquet celebrating a victory or watching a good fight in the arena. Never towards a person, even less towards someone who belonged to him.

His guards opened the doors to his quarters. He ushered you in first.

“Go to the balcony.” He told you, when you began to turn towards him.

You nodded.

He went over to where the guards stood.

“I do not want to be disturbed, Gallus.” He turned to the guard, he saw the most. “If anything else needs to be done before dawn, please do so. I do not want to delay our departure once dawn breaks. And inform Aelia she is to pack her belongings and hers, if she has not already done so, since she will be traveling with me as well.”

“Every well, sire. They are well prepared for your arrival at the destination and for your departure from here.”

“Good.”

With a nod, he closed the door.

He took off his laurel crown and set it down. Running his fingers through hair, he looked at your figure as he walked over to you. He paused, watching you.

You were gazing at your hand, he had enjoyed holding it. The gods have blessed you, he mused. Your hands were as lovely as the ways you twined words together. They were skillful in touch and in mending as well, as he glanced down where you had tended to his wound which stung with its freshness.

“Geta.” Seeing him, you turned with a smile that curled your lips.

He nodded, as he grew closer.

“Tonight’s festivities after justice was served were very pleasing. Do you agree?”

“Yes. Those dances were fascinating. Nothing, I had ever seen before.”

He smiled. “It was the same for me. They have traveled from one of the new providences. It was to celebrate them now being one with Rome.”

“That is wonderful.” You looked down.

He drew your chin up, he studied your features. Yes, he would definitely have to have a craftsman, capture you. It was as if the gods themselves had wielded a paintbrush or sculptors tool when you were created.

“Yes, Geta?”

He could feel your breath. Its steady increase pleased him.

“I’ve grown tired of city and all of the politics. We shall depart and enjoy the good airs and feel in good humor soon.

“We?” Your eyes grew.

He chuckled. “Yes, we. As much as I do enjoy my solitude. And anytime away from Caracalla can feel very good; I wish you to accompany me.”

********

With cloaks on and the blue light of the dawn, you had climbed in and sat with Aelia and Geta was opposite the two of you in the carriage. It was not long, before the streets of the city were shadows in the dust of the wheels and horse’s pace. The horses did not pick up a good trot till out of the confines of the city to not create a disturbance.

******

You tried, struggled even to stay awake, an eagerness to look out the windows had grabbed you. It was exciting to go somewhere you had never been. Even, Aelia had told you briefly how much nicer it was at the villa. Especially with Caracalla staying at the domus in the city.

Vaguely, you wondered about the woman who sat beside you. She was loyal without question to Geta. She had been firm yet show a warmth, a kindness towards you that you had not expected. Not many were. So you accepted and appreciated it.

On either side of the two of you were also guards, you didn’t speak to them and they didn’t speak to you. You barely ever looked up at one. They scared you. Glancing over at Geta, you noticed that he had even bowed his head to sleep. It had run its soft lulling touch over all of you. Your eyes had been growing heavier.

Before succumbing to its soft touch, you caught a glimpse of Geta from under your hood. His lashes laid on his cheeks, his hair like sun-rays themselves were peaking from the edges of his cloak’s hood and his features were soft. Your heart quickened realizing like this he resembled the sculptures you had been blessed to see. He truly, was touched by the gods.

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Sweet Tooth (poly Joe Goldberg x gn reader x Love Quinn)

Summary: you're a big fan of the bakery, but Joe and Love are after something sweeter- you

Warnings: obsessive behavior from Love and Joe but that's about it

A/N: my mom made me a carrot cake recently and it inspired me to write this

Everyday you entered A Fresh Tart right after lunch, needing a little something to satiate your sweet tooth before heading back to work. Sometimes it was a cake, sometimes it was a cookie, sometimes a pie, but it was always delicious.

Love quickly caught on to your routine, always making sure she was free to assist you whenever you came in. If another customer needed help, they were just going to have to wait, because you were much more important.

The bell chimed above the door to signal that you'd arrived, prompting her to smooth out the front of her apron before putting on a bright smile. "Hey! I was wondering when you were going to come in."

"I had a meeting that ran a little late, so my lunch hour got pushed back some," you replied with a smile that mirrored hers. The unfortunate bags under your eyes didn't escape her, a sure sign that you were overworking yourself, but the faint dimples that formed on your cheeks quickly diverted her attention. How cute.

"Well, you're here now. So, what can I get for you?"

While you mulled over what kind of confection you wanted for the day, Joe peeked his head out from the back. So that's the person Love always raved about coming in just after noon. You were cute, he couldn't deny that.

"If you're having some trouble making a decision, why don't you try both and see which one you like better?" He heard his wife offer when you clearly became stuck on choosing between two different sweet treats.

"Oh, I can't do that," you began to protest before Love waved her hand dismissively at your words.

"Nonsense! It's my bakery, and I say you can have a sample if you wish," she insisted while cutting a small sliver of cake from the one in the glass display case before grabbing the second pastry you'd been eyeing, placing them both in a paper to go box. "Try both, and tomorrow you when you come in you can tell me which one you liked better."

"That's awfully kind of you. Are you sure I don't owe you anything?" You asked as she slid the box across the counter, already starting to pull out your wallet.

"Of course not! It's on the house."

Despite her words of reassurance and warm smile, you still felt as though she deserved something in return, so you took out a five dollar bill and stuck it in the tip jar. "I'll be back tomorrow at my usual time."

Her eyes twinkled with admiration at the small act of kindness. You were so much sweeter than any of the things she baked, that much was certain. "See you then."

Joe came out from the back as she was watching you leave, slightly amused at the exchange that just happened. Before he could speak, however, she beat him to it.

"I want them."

It wasn't a suggestion or a request, it was a demand, one that wasn't left open for any arguments. Love wanted you, and what she wanted she got. All she needed to do was get him on board, which shouldn't be too hard given just how irresistible you were.

The next day when you came in, Love wasn't there, having taken Henry to a doctor's appointment for a check-up, which meant the she'd left Joe in charge.

"Oh, hey," you greeted in a friendly manner despite never having met him before. "You must be Joe, right? Love told me that she ran the place with her husband."

Immediately he knew why she wanted you so much. Everything about you just screamed perfect, there was no doubt about that. "Uh, yeah, hi. She told me you were having some sort of difficulty choosing between two items yesterday," he casually mentioned, wanting you to think their marriage was much smoother than it really was. They couldn't lure you in successfully if all you saw were their problems.

"I did, you're right," you replied with a soft laugh, one that made his heart leap forward in his chest. God, no wonder Love always dropped everything just so she could see you whenever you came in. He suspected the only reason she'd offered to take Henry today was so he could officially meet you and become just as obsessed with you as she was.

"And were you able to make a decision?" He was curious about you already, curious about your personal taste, your likes and dislikes. He needed to know it all.

"Well, they were both amazing as usual, but I think I'm going to have to go with the cake. Everything about it was delicious, especially the icing," you fondly reminisced, almost beginning to salivate at the thought alone.

"Sure thing," he said while grabbing a knife to cut you a slice, unable to stop himself from thinking about just how sweet your lips must taste after every trip you made to the bakery. He'd have to try a piece of the cake himself a little later so he could imagine it properly.

Your eyes were wide with giddy delight as you observed his every move, clearly excited to be able to eat the cake when you got the chance. You were just about to pull out your wallet when he held up his hand to stop you. "Don't worry about it. Love told me to tell you it's on the house."

"You know, one of these days you're really going to have to let me repay you somehow," you commented while dropping aother five dollar bill into the tip jar, just like you did last time.

Joe was already thinking of ways for you to repay the both of them, but they were far too lewd for him to say out loud. "You have a nice day," was his response instead, giving you a small wave as you left.

Damn it, he was hooked. There was no way he could refuse Love's order, because now he wanted the exact same thing she did: you.

And they were going to have you, one way or the other, no matter what it took.

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wildflower chapter five - eddie munson

Eddie Munson x Henderson! female reader, Steve Harrington x reader

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Summary:

Eddie meets Asher for the first time, and Steve has some complicated feelings.

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Angst, secret baby

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“So you’re letting him meet Asher,” Steve stated more than asked as he sat on your cheap couch, sock feet propped up on the coffee table.

“Yes,” you confirmed, sipping from your hot tea. Asher had just gone to bed, Steve coming over to help with the bedtime routine and hang out since it had been a couple days since you really got to talk.

He sighed deeply. “Are you sure that’s a good idea? You don’t think it will be confusing for Ash?”

“I think it’s early enough that it’s okay,” you said. “And if he wants to be a dad now, I’m not going to stop him.”

Steve scoffed. “I don’t think he even knows what it means to be a dad.”

It was your turn to sigh. “He’s trying, I think, Stevie.”

“Yeah, well, a little too late don’t you think?”

You sat your mug on the table, pulling your hair around to begin a braid for the night. “He deserves a chance. Asher deserves to have a dad in his life, if he wants to step up.”

“Asher has me,” Steve said, his voice full of emotion. Your head snapped up to look at him, surprised by the intensity swirling behind his brown eyes. Your expression softened.

“And you’ve been amazing,” you said, reaching over to grab Steve’s hand in your own. He intertwined your fingers. “Ash loves you. More than me, I think.”

That brought a reluctant smile to Steve’s lips. “I love him. I’ve known the dude since he’s existed.”

The thought brings a warm feeling to your chest. It was true, Steve rarely went a day without seeing Asher for at least some amount of time. He was a constant in his life, and they were very close because of it.

“No one’s going to replace you, you know that?” You said, looking into Steve’s eyes. “You’re always gonna be Uncle Stevie.”

Something like sadness flashed across his face, but it was gone as quickly as it came. “Yeah. I know.” He was quiet for a beat. “But what if Eddie doesn’t want me in his life anymore?”

“Oh, Steve.” You squeezed his hand again. “That’s not gonna happen. I wouldn’t let that happen.”

Steve nodded, looking down at his lap. He wanted to trust you, but Eddie coming back into the picture was shaking up everything. He was happy with the way his life had been, with you and with Asher. He liked the position he had in your lives - although, only in the deepest parts of his heart, he wished for more.

“You…you know I love you, right?” Steve said, looking back up to meet your eyes again.

“Of course I do,” you said, a gentle smile on your face. “I love you, too. We’ve been best friends for forever.”

Steve’s lips pursed. “Yeah. Best friends.”

“Do you want to come over tomorrow? When Eddie comes?” You asked, removing your hand from Steve’s to continue your braid. Your fingers worked quickly, the motions familiar to you.

“Do you want me here?” He asked tentatively. He badly wanted to be, but didn’t want Eddie to think he was overstepping any more than he already did.

“Of course I do,” you said, picking your mug back up. “You don’t have to be, but you know I like having you for support.”

Steve smiled softly. “Yeah. Okay, I’ll be here then. 2?”

“Yep.”

Steve slapped his palms on his lap with a “Well, I better get going,” in a major dad move. You smiled to yourself as he stood and slipped his shoes back on. “I’ll be here tomorrow. Let me know if you need anything?”

“Sure,” you said. Steve leaned over and kissed you gently on top of the head before he was letting himself out of the apartment, leaving you alone with your Full House rerun.

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The next morning, Asher was up bright and early. You helped him onto his step stool in the kitchen to let him “help” make breakfast. You were teaching him how to crack eggs in the bowl without getting shells everywhere, and he was slowly getting the hang of it, but egg usually ended up everywhere anyway.

You were pulling muffins from the oven when the front door lock turned. Asher jolted to attention, knowing exactly who it would be.

“Stebe!” He yelled, nearly jumping down from his step stool and running to hug Steve’s legs.

Steve knocked back dramatically with an “Oof! You’re getting too strong for me, Ash.”

The toddler giggled, before grabbing Steve’s hand and pulling him over to the counter where breakfast awaited.

“You’re early,” you told him, eyebrows raised. “Like, really early.” It was still 10am.

Steve shrugged. “I wanted to hang out with my favorite people.” He grabbed a piece of bacon and chomped on it.

“You’re lucky I made enough for you,” you said, grabbing three plates from the cabinet. You handed them to Steve to plate.

“Almost like you knew I’d be here early,” he said, a teasing smile on his face that you returned with a knowing one as he took the dishes from your hands. You knew each other way too well.

After breakfast, Steve played trains with Asher on the living room floor while you cleaned up the kitchen. Steve was a little too distracted as he played today, eyes lingering on you a little too long, especially when you’d bend over. He just thought you looked so cute in your oversized t-shirt and short shorts you slept in. He loved how you let him see you in any state, and he always thought you looked beautiful.

It was naptime by the time you were done, and Steve offered to take care of it for you so you could sit down. You took him up on the offer, but still found yourself lingering behind, watching the way Steve would get Asher laughing so hard while he changed him, how Asher would refuse to let him leave without a “night night kiss”.

During his nap, you and Steve took up your usual positions on the couch. You laid your feet in his lap and Steve rubbed them over your fuzzy socks.

“Are you nervous?” He asked. You noticed how his biceps flexed as he massaged you.

“Maybe a little,” you admitted. “I don’t know what to expect.”

Steve squeezed your leg. “I’m here for you no matter what. Even if this doesn’t work out.”

“Do you think it will?” You asked, your voice full of nervous hope. “Work out?”

“I don’t know,” Steve answered honestly. “He’s not the same guy who left. I don’t want you to expect him to be.”

Asher woke up from his nap right on time, at 1:45. You got him dressed in a cute outfit, some little overalls with a yellow shirt underneath. He quickly ran back to the living room in search of Steve, who got back on the floor with him and watched as the toddler pulled every toy out of his toy box.

It wasn’t long before there was a knock at the door.

You and Steve exchanged a look as you stood and headed to the front door. You opened it, seeing Eddie standing on the other side. He was dressed nicely, wearing a button down and tight jeans. His hair was brushed and tamed, and he held a bouquet of flowers and a gift bag in his hand.

“Hey,” you greeted, surprised at the effort he’d put into his appearance. “Come on in.”

You backed up, letting Eddie walk inside before you closed the door.

“These are for you,” he said, handing you the wrapped bouquet of carnations. You smiled as you took them, bringing them to your nose to smell them.

“Thank you,” you said. “I’ll go put them in some water.”

You walked into the kitchen, Eddie following behind you awkwardly. He looked into the living room as you filled a vase with water, only able to see Steve’s head and hear Asher’s laughter.

“What’s that?” You asked, gesturing towards the gift bag.

“Oh, uh,” Eddie said, looking down at the bag. “I just brought something for the kid. I hope that’s okay.”

You smiled softly. “That’s sweet. I’m sure he’ll love whatever it is. Are you ready to meet him?”

Eddie swallowed. He took a deep breath. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m ready.”

You walked into the living room with Eddie trailing behind. “Hey, Ash?”

The little boy turned away from the ninja turtles he’d been playing with with Steve, looking back at you. His eyes immediately moved to Eddie, and they widened. He turned, quickly scurrying into Steve’s lap and hiding his face in his chest. Steve looked up at you, unsure what to do as he wrapped his arms around the boy.

You turned to Eddie, who looked absolutely heartbroken. His face had fallen, and he looked like he could cry at any moment. You quickly put a hand on his arm. “It’s okay. He’s just shy. He’ll warm up.” Eddie nodded, attempting to swallow his nerves.

“Ash, there’s someone I want you to meet,” you tried again, crouching down in front of him and Steve. Asher turned slightly, looking only at you through just one eye, his face still half buried in Steve’s shirt. “Can you do that for me?”

Slowly, cautiously, Asher turned, looking at Eddie. He didn’t leave Steve’s lap, clutching onto his shirt in his tiny fists for dear life. Eddie watched on, at a loss for words, his heart broken in his chest as he took in the sight of his son, who looked even more like him in person, who wanted nothing to do with him. Who clung to Steve rather than even look at him.

“This is Eddie,” you told Asher, who was currently scrutinizing everything about him. You wondered if he found him intimidating. “He’s…this is your dad.”

Asher looked at Eddie, not understanding your words.

“Hey,” Eddie greeted gently, sitting the bag down and crouching down in front of Asher. “Nice to meet you, little man.”

Asher didn’t say anything. He turned, hiding his face again, acting like he was terrified of Eddie, would rather be anywhere else.

“Can I use your bathroom?”

You turned to Eddie, surprised by the random question. But the man looked utterly defeated, his lower lip quivering as he sniffled. Before you could answer him, he was standing and rushing off to the bathroom.

You looked at Steve, who looked completely uncomfortable. Asher finally uncovered his face with Eddie gone, looking around the room to see if he was still there. You stroked his curly hair gently.

“That might have gone worse than I expected,” Steve murmured, his hand stroking Asher’s back soothingly.

“He’s just shy, he’s not used to strangers,” you whispered back. “Maybe I should go talk to him.”

Steve nodded, and you stood, heading to the bathroom and softly knocking on the door. “Eddie? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” he said, but it was obvious in his voice he’d been upset, maybe even crying.

“Can you let me in?”

There was a minute of silence before the lock turned and Eddie opened the bathroom door. His eyes were red, cheeks wet from tears. The sight broke your heart. You stepped into the bathroom with him, closing the door behind you two.

“I’m so sorry, Eddie. I should have warned you about this ahead of time.”

Eddie shook his head. “He hates me.”

“He doesn’t hate you,” you said. “He’s just being shy. He doesn’t know you yet. Just give him time.”

Eddie laughed humorlessly, looking around the small room. “I’m no better than my own dad.”

Your heart broke for him. “That’s not true.”

“Isn’t it though?” He gripped onto the counter, leaning over. “I’ve been completely absent. Being a rockstar. My kid doesn’t know who I am. He doesn’t even want anything to do with me. He hates me.” He laughed again. “I said I’d never be like my old man.”

“Eddie, you’re nothing like your dad.” You reached for him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“I wanted to end the cycle but here I am continuing it. Walking away, leaving you, leaving him, leaving our son. He probably thinks Steve’s his dad.”

Your stomach hurt at his words. “You just have to give him time,” you said again. “He’s just a toddler. He’ll warm up, I promise.”

Eddie seemed to consider your words. Finally he nodded, wiping the tears from his face. “It’s just a lot, you know?”

You looked at him with sympathy. You knew this was hard on him. You felt terrible that it wasn’t going how he hoped. “I know. I’m sorry.”

Eddie shook his head. “Don’t be sorry. It was my fault. It was all my fault.”

When Eddie rejoined you in the living room, he had pulled himself back together. Asher was back to playing with his toys, and didn’t notice as Eddie approached again. He sat down on the ground across from Steve and Asher as you sat on the couch, watching the interaction.

“Hey, Asher,” Eddie said softly.

Asher startled, quickly moving back into Steve’s lap the second he realized Eddie was back. Eddie’s face fell again, but he didn’t cry this time.

“I brought something for you. Wanna see?”

Asher looked at you, and you nodded encouragingly. He looked back to Eddie, then to the gift bag sitting beside him. “Toy?”

Eddie smiled. “You’ll have to open it and find out.” He handed the gift bag to Asher, who immediately started ripping into the paper. He got distracted, crinkling the gift paper in his hands, which made Eddie laugh.

When he made it into the actual gift, Asher pulled out a brand new blue train. His little eyes lit up, his mouth dropping open. “Thomas!”

Eddie smiled. “Do you like it?”

Asher nodded eagerly, examining the new train. It was different than his others. He reached back into the bag, pulling out the last gift - a stuffed bear with a custom Corroded Coffin t-shirt. “Bear!” He said, wrapping his chubby little arms around it and giving it a hug.

“That’s so you can remember me when I’m on the road,” Eddie said sadly. He felt better that Asher was talking to him and had loved his gifts, but he was still weighed down by the reality of the situation.

Asher picked up his green train and handed it to Eddie.

Eddie gently took the toy from his small hand. “This is for me?”

Asher nodded. He pointed to the train track, showing him where Percy goes. Eddie put the train down, and Asher smiled. He didn’t leave Steve’s lap, however. You watched on as Eddie and Steve played with your son - it was almost like you weren’t even there. Eddie seemed to feel better as Asher opened up more, but he still clung tightly to Steve. You could tell Eddie noticed.

Eddie stayed to eat lunch with the three of you. You made a frozen pizza, Asher sitting between Steve and Eddie. Eddie smeared pizza sauce on Asher’s nose, making the little boy laugh hard.

“I don’t want to bother you guys for too long,” Eddie said after you’d all finished eating and he helped wash up. Asher had returned to the living room with Steve.

“Oh, okay,” you told him. “I’m…I’m really glad you came. I think Ash is really starting to like you.”

Eddie smiled. “Good.” He stood there awkwardly for a minute. “Do you think…I could see him again?”

“You can see him any time,” you said. “Just let me know?”

Eddie nodded. “Yeah. Okay. We have to work in the studio tomorrow, but maybe I’ll call you the next day?”

“I have to work,” you told him reluctantly. “But we’ll figure something out.”

You walked with Eddie to the door, seeing him out. “Thank you again, for giving me a chance,” he said.

“Of course.” You touched his arm again. “I’m glad you want to be here.”

“I wouldn’t miss another second for the world.”

When you returned to the living room, Asher looked up. “Where Ebbie?”

Something hit Steve then. An intense kind of jealousy. Asher had never asked for anyone like that. He already felt like he was being pushed out of his position in Asher’s life. He saw the boy like his own son. He was afraid.

“Eddie had to go,” you told him. “But he’ll be back to see you very soon.”

Steve, who was never worried about imposing, stayed late again that night. He helped put Asher to bed before curling up on the couch with you as usual.

“How do you feel?” He asked.

You let out a long sigh. “That was…a lot.”

Steve rubbed your leg. “You did great. Ash did great.”

“I just feel bad. I know it hurt Eddie’s feelings. He’s being hard on himself.”

“Well, he did fuck up royally.”

“I know.” You nudged Steve with your foot. “Kid’s attached to you.”

Steve smiled, a look of pride crossing his face. “I love you and Ash more than anything. And I mean that.”

You knew he was telling the truth. You just didn’t know how much Steve loved you.

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Plot: You become a little irritated arriving to your appointment to find out that your long term therapist has had to go on emergency maternity leave and somebody else has had to step in. When that certain somebody calls your name from the waiting room, your whole demeanour and mood changes drastically. It certainly was the pleasant surprise you were not expecting. Will professionalism hinder the inevitable, or will your feelings get the better of you?

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Part One ✨ Part Two ✨ Part Three ✨ Part Four

He was all you could think about, it stressed you out how much you wanted him, needed him all for yourself. At least you could admit to yourself that everything was out in the open, you had both shown the curiosity that was unspoken in confession to each other. You couldn't deter the feel of Joe's lips away from your brain, every time you tried to stop your mind would do it's own little flashback of hours before in the room, you both sat almost on each other's laps with your mouths locked together, shortly before you were interrupted by the woman at the door.

It was 2am. You hadn't yet got a wink of sleep, last hearing from Joe around midnight when you finally decided that it was time to settle down into bed. You tossed and turned imagining the meeting you would both be entering into tomorrow, would it be awkward? Would he have changed his mind on the situation completely, attempting to convince you that what you were both doing and getting up to mentally and physically was wrong. You could argue from different perspectives that it wasn't entirely inappropriate, you were both fully grown consenting adults after all; though his job would suggest otherwise.

You saw every hour, spending each minute contemplating whether you should turn up, end it or dive straight into his arms, you knew exactly which option you were going to choose and you knew quite rightly which Joe would want you to choose. There was no escaping the fact you both felt something for one another, which in turn made every bone in your body shudder, he really had you under a spell which you couldn't quite understand how to get out of, it was his ability to make you smile, laugh, the way you couldn't take your eyes off him with every move that he made. You were in a dangerous territory wanting nothing more than to at least sleep with your therapist if nothing else.

Lost in your thoughts, you plumped up your pillows and closed your eyes finally, distracted seconds later from your phone vibrating across your bedside table, you slumped upwards to scowl at the brightness that lit up from the device, an incoming call. Joe.

You pressed the green phone button immediately, placing it to your ear. "Hello?" You said in a dazed and confused tone.

"Y/N?" Joe whispered, in a sharp breathless tone.

"Yeah, everything ok?" You asked.

"I can't stop thinking about you." Joe's breathing was almost taking over the tone of his voice, which was deeper and raspier than normal, you could just imagine him laid in bed, eyes closed himself right now with those words escaping his lips.

"Funny, neither can I." You agreed. "What're you calling me for at this hour?"

"I needed to hear your voice and-" a slight whimper erupted through your ear, your eyes shooting wide open as you turned on your back.

"What are you up to Joseph?" You chuckled.

"What would you say if I was gently stroking my cock to the thought of seeing you tomorrow?" That was one way to put it out there. You were completely gobsmacked yet almost instantly turned on by the thought of Joe touching himself over you. You of all people.

"I like the sound of that." You bit down on your lip, a sudden sensitivity building up into your core which made your cunt twitch around nothing.

"Good because I can't wait to get my hands on you. I'm just so- so fucking horny for you right now, I don't think I can get any harder than I am now." Joe was groaning from the pit of his throat, you could hear the faint sound of a squelch coming from a distance, making your breathing unsteady.

"What do you want to do to me?" You knew he liked that question, the roughness of his own breathing intensified as he made a small huff from his nostrils, clearly tensing his muscles.

"What don't I want to do to you? I want to taste you, make you cum endlessly, feel every part of your insides, fuck you so no man will ever want to again, because I'll make you mine- I'll make you all mine. I just know your pussy is so tight, so ready for me. I bet you're all wet right now and I could just lap every part of it up, swallow your juices, not stop until you're screaming."

You couldn't contain the way your thighs pushed together, your entrance tightening to the thought of Joe pleasuring you in several different ways. The movements through the phone got faster and the delicious moans were so prominent and beautiful, your brain was sent into a predominant shockwave of fits and even on your own you didn't know quite where to place yourself. You knew you were saving yourself for tomorrow, but you wanted to at least get Joe to his release before ending this phone call. You could almost envision each time he got to the sensitive part of his cock, you could almost feel the way he squirmed against his mattress when it felt to good.

"Shit, you're so beautiful, I want to fuck you so hard." He was panting, almost crying out your name excessively, quite clearly keeping his eyes screwed shut to imagine you easier, he kept spitting onto his hand. "I wish you were here to do this for me."

"I will be." You said soothingly as you egged him on to finish. "I can't wait for you to be inside of me, giving me everything, pushing us both to our limits. It's all I want Joe."

"Y-you want me- You want this cock d-deep inside of your s-sweet cunt?" Joe moaned in an unsettled way, you could tell his inevitable demise was coming close, he could barely set a sentence together.

"Please." This was the last word to send him hurtling over the edge, the way you had said it altered his brain chemistry, a huge startling groan came out of him, the most manliest of sounds as he blurted out all sorts of profanities, chaining your name after each one left his mouth. You could tell his chest rose and fell delicately once he was coming down from his release, he didn't say anything for at least a minute whilst he gathered himself together.

"Thank you." He chuckled, you could picture the smile on his face right now, sending your heart into a fit of butterflies.

"I didn't do anything but-" You sighed happily. "I will tomorrow."

"You know, tomorrow is technically today." Joe mentioned confidently. "I'll see you today." You both giggled.

"I'll see you today." He let out the most adorable giggle you had ever heard, rather exhaustingly replying "Don't be late." Was that a threat or a promise? You couldn't wait to find out which. Who were you kidding, you would be there before the said scheduled appointment, nervous to go this far but excited for the pure thrill of it all, especially after what had just occurred; it was safe to say it had made your entire night, week, month and year within ten minutes.

You let him get off the phone so at least he could clean up the mess he had most likely made, letting yourself also at least get an hours sleep, but your brain was still fully trained on what he had just implanted into it, you were a desperate cause in need of some attention, it was an easy reach since Joe was happily handing it to you on a silver plate.

Getting up and getting ready even after you had little to no sleep at all thanks to Joe himself was no chore, the excitement and adrenaline filled your body with all the energy you could possibly need. You found the skimpiest most accessible outfit you could have owned, you even dared yourself to enter the thrill of the chase going commando, for an even easier gateway. Tying your hair back so it was out of your face but curling the ends, sporting a natural make up look and spritzing yourself with your favourite perfume, you headed on out, too excited to even think about breakfast, maybe you would build up an appetite for that after.

The drive there was horrendous, you hit every red traffic light, you were even pretty certain that there were more than you had ever gone by before, every pedestrian and their dog wanting to cross each you hit. Running through the car park and into the building, you slammed your bag down onto the countertop of the reception desk to indicate to Agnes that you were in a hurry, needless to say she had the pace of a sloth to look up toward you.

"You like coming here?" She smirked.

"Does anyone like coming to therapy?" You twiddled your thumbs around the handle of your bag, anxiously waiting for her to tell you to go take a seat.

"I would certainly enjoy it if I had that young man as my therapist." She struggled to throw an awkward wink your way, making your whole body cringe inside and out. "You're looking nice today." Was that a compliment from the sour lemon herself or was she just making a slight suggestion that you were doing it for him. Which you absolutely were.

You chose to ignore the backhanded compliment if that's what you could call it, nodding along to her admission. "Yeah he's alright." You smiled.

"These appointments tell me that he's more than-" Just before she could finish her sentence, you felt the familiar touch of a hand creep onto your shoulder, finger tips almost massaging into your skin, the feel of the known person behind you had you instantly blushing a crimson red. "It's alright, she doesn't need to wait, she's here for me." Joe shone his prize grin at her and she did a subtle nod, it quite obviously showed that embarrassment doesn't fizzle out with age, Agnes' cheeks flushed within the blink of an eye too.

You followed Joe through the waiting room and in through the door like a sheep, standing to the side as he closed the door slowly to not make a loud and obvious bang. Sauntering over to his bag on the table, you watched him take out a key which you assumed was for said door, he moved back over and in ninja style, secured you both in the room for extra privacy. Joe turned to look at you, a burning desire in his eyes, one that you have seen a couple of times before but this time, it was a flame nobody could extinguish.

"I hope I didn't over step the mark when I called you." You couldn't help but blurt out a snort of laughter. Joe's face remained strict and in need of purpose, you couldn't exactly tell if he was joking around or not.

"Don't be an idiot." You rolled your eyes and his own became wide, his eyebrows raised in surprise that you had the confidence to bite back in your body language.

"Roll those eyes at me again." He warned, you chose the easy option, rolling them in a slower motion this time.

"Right, that's it." He scowled intensively.

Joe marched over towards you, slamming you against the alcove wall just away from the door, your hands brought up just above your head where he held your wrists so that you couldn't escape. He pressed his body up against you, bending slightly and slamming his already hard bulge toward your crotch. His lips were attacking yours, harder than the last time but still feeling as soft. Lifting your arms higher, one hand took over the hold of your wrists whilst the other clenched around your jawline, opening your mouth wider so that his tongue gained an easier entrance into your mouth, you happily obliged. The taste of him was even better than you remembered, your teeth were clashing, heads tilting to opposite sides so let it deepen, hot and breathless whimpers were squeezing their way out of both of your throats. Joe seized the opportunity to bite down on your bottom lip, pulling away effortlessly as he opened his eyes, darkened, dilated pupils staring back at you.

"You've got two options darling, you can choose the easy way or the hard way." You pondered up to the ceiling as if you even wanted to think about it, looking back to his level to roll your eyes once more, you knew he loved it, you knew it drove him insane. "The hard way it is." Joe lifted up your skirt, instantly seeing the bare sight of your cunt before him, his jaw almost dropping to the floor, you looked down almost able to see the way his cock was throbbing through his tightened trousers. Without any warning, he pushed his arm down to reach up, two fingers inserting themselves inside of you making you gasp out at the thickness of them stretching your hole. "Tight little slut aren't you."

You hummed, his fingers curling toward your sweet spot which had your thighs convulsing, his free arm came around to support your waist, holding you in place so that you didn't fall. His fingers moved relentlessly, giving you no time to adjust, fucking into you right up to his knuckles, you were stifling your moans, attempting to make next to no noise in fear of being heard. You almost lost yourself a couple of times, feeling your core about to snap, all of this build up over the last almost twenty four hours had you so far gone, you could have cummed on the spot. He kissed you again, more passionately instead of fierce this time while his fingers worked your pussy, ripping them out of you to rub against your clit which was swelling up by the second, you squirmed against his touch, against the wall, eventually mustering up the courage to bite down on his bottom lip, you very nearly drew blood which made him pull away. His mouth instead moved over to your ear. "I can treat you well, you just have to be a good girl for me, baby." You were gone, your walls shuddered, your whole body gave way and you cried out, Joe's hand immediately slapping itself over your mouth to quieten you down. "Ssshh, I know, I know." He smirked.

Once you had gotten yourself back to a full steadiness, you pushed Joe full throttle sending him backward. "Let me ride you." Joe could almost hear a hint of begging in your voice, obliging instantly and moving to his chair which was yet to be christened in reality as it already was in your imagination. Joe undid his belt, forcing his trousers and boxers down in one foul swoop, you stood before his lap, eyeing down at the way is cock laid against his stomach. Joe took his hand and wrapped it around the base, stroking slowly up and down as he watched you lift up your skirt.

"You don't know how beautiful you are." The darkened pupils had more brown around them now, the artificial light made them almost glisten and it was all down to you, you loved that you had him right where you wanted him, longed for him and most importantly - needed him.

"Maybe you could show me." You grinned, staring down shyly at the floor. Now was not the time to get shy. Joe let go of himself, gesturing you to climb on top. You sat upon his lap whilst you shared a heartily sweet kiss, your fingertips soothing over the length of his cock, making him whine out himself into your mouth.

"God, yes." He cooed.

You lifted yourself up, Joe placing himself at your entrance as you sank down onto the tip, both of you oppressing your moans which you just wanted to let bounce around the four walls you were situated in. Every inch of his length disappeared beneath until he was fully compact inside of you, his hands came to begin to guide your hips in an up and down motion, eventually letting you get the hang of it as you threw your head back, every fantasy you had about this man coming true in one split second, he was big, he was filthy and he was yours in this moment. Your face fell down into the pit of Joe's neck so you could mask the noise you were dying to make, he gritted his own teeth to stop himself, feeling your lips every now and then press against the vein sticking out of it just for you to run your tongue along, each time you hit a spot, his cock twitched wildly from excitement inside of you. His hips conjoined to meet the motion of your bouncing, hitting up towards your cervix making it hard to stay calm, to keep your wits about you, you were far too taken by way he fucked up into you to care but you had to remember that this could still be his job on the line.

Bringing your hips to a standstill, his finger tips moulding through into your skin he pushed them back and fourth, you sat the seven inches deep, riding your hips slowly, breathless panting escaping the both of you.

"Shit I need to- fuck." You pulled out, falling to your knees onto the wooden floor, looking directly up at him as he lifted himself a little to witness your submissive position. "You're definitely the good girl I imagined you to be." He stood tall before you. "Open that naughty little mouth." You did just as he said, sticking your tongue out a little as he placed the tip of it onto your muscle, jerking viciously until he spewed his hot seed into your mouth, watching you swallow every last drop, the same but more quietened deep groan erupted from his vocal chords, making your cunt twinge around nothing.

"You are-" He couldn't even finish his sentence, his cock still twitched as he removed it from your lips which you had kindly just cleaned by pressing your lips around it. Wiping your mouth, he held out his hand to help you stand to your feet. "I am?" He pressed his lips together, not being able to stop the most adoring smile that took over his features, eyes sparkling, cheeks slightly flushed, elated.

"Amazing."

You placed your hands to his upper arms, feeling the slight flex of muscle underneath the crisp shirt. "I could say the same about you."

You both tidied yourselves up, gathering your thoughts. Joe stealthily unlocked the door and placed the key back into his bag, you sat back onto your own seat, the one which you had plenty of times, watching him move about the room to find your file, scattering it onto the table like that's what you had been doing all this time.

Joe clambered back into his chair, flashbacks were running through your head of what you were doing just a little time before. A little whistle was sent your way, knocking you out of your thoughts.

"What're you doing all the way over there?" Joe patted onto his lap, making your eyes make a bee line straight for where his hand slapped gently against it. "You belong here." You swiftly moved over to sit on his lap, lifting your legs up over the chair. Joe wiped your hair away from one shoulder, running his finger down your cheek and to your chin as he reached forward to give you a quick peck on the lips. "That's better." You talked for the rest of the session, laughing and sharing memories, this was the time to get to know him properly and you found out that you had more in common than you thought.

Leaving was the hardest part, right until the door creaked open you couldn't keep yourselves off of each other, he secretively patted your ass as you left the room, shouting a rather silly goodbye at you as you turned around and stuck your tongue out at him.

You were happy for the rest of the day, fully focussed on the fact that you and Joe had shared something so forbidden yet so wonderful, the butterflies you felt in your stomach were something out of the ordinary, not feeling that so quickly before it sent your mind wandering on what could be. You were just finishing your dinner when your phone vibrated, you skipped straight to the other side of the room, picking it up, mentally doing a little jig when you saw it was Joe. Answering it, you pressed the phone to your ear immediately, unsure what was to be expected on the other end.

"Hello?" You spoke, you didn't hear any answer. "Joe?" You called out to see if it was just a bad connection.

"Y/N." His tone was low which made your brow furrow.

"I've been thinking." He began, not finishing his sentence or his reasoning for calling you, just waiting on a response. "Thinking about?" You asked confused, the tone in his voice was so different, nothing like you had ever heard from him before, not even the time where you left the room the time he had pissed you off.

"Don't hate me." Well that's not a good start. You remained silent, gesturing him quietly to continue as you heard a large sigh take over the receiver. "I'm not sure we can continue doing this. It's my job on the line, I'm a therapist and well, you're my patient. I can't deny my feelings are growing for you and they shouldn't be, what we are becoming isn't right, we won't be able to keep this a secret for long and then what happens? I lose everything."

You felt your heart drop to the pit of your stomach, everything that had been going so well was now so wrong, you could have cried, you could have argued back to his point but instead you stayed silent.

"Y/N?" He sighed again. "Are you still there?"

You reached boiling point. "How dare you." You snarled.

"How dare I? It takes two to-" He tried to calm you down, but you were not having any of it.

"To fuck? We did it Joe. We fucked. But you can't take it back now, especially after admitting you have feelings for me, as I do for you. I appreciate you don't want to lose your job but if you felt like that in the first place maybe you should have never initiated a private relationship with me."

"You don't understand. I don't want to be the person to keep you quiet, I don't want to lose anything including you, I want you to be screaming my name, I want to be able to hear you when I'm making you feel good. I want this to be real rather than just some lousy fantasy." He had a sense of pleading in his voice, making you feel slightly guilty, but you stuck to your guns.

"Some lousy fantasy is all I am? Fuck you."

"No. Please I-" His nose sniffled as if he was about to cry, your tears had done fighting to stay hidden and were now travelling down your face intermittently.

"You want me so bad? Man up and own it. We're fully grown adults, we can do what we want." You hitched your breath hearing his own do the same.

"But my job-"

"Make up your mind, I'm not asking you to choose between me or your job, I'm asking you to make an adult decision in if you really want me you wouldn't give a fuck what happens. In the mean time you won't hear from me. I only want you to contact me when you know your answer."

You hung up the phone, falling to the floor, hugging your knees together as you threw your phone to the ground, hearing it slide against the floor. Your phone vibrated once more and again and then again, you were not caving in. His decision would be final and maybe you had given him food for thought. Afterall, if it was meant to happen, it would.

[queenimmadolla]

𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐲

(dad!eddie munson x mom!reader)

Summary: . . . You and your kids wake Eddie up with a surprise for Father's Day. warnings: fluff and Eddie being down bad for Reader 🤭, implications of baby making.

word count: 2k

more dad!eddie here

“'Shhh', mama?” Your four year old asked as she trailed behind you in the hallway.

  “Yeah, we have to be quiet so you can wake daddy up with a surprise.” You were trying not to make too much noise with the flowers, wrapped in apparently the world’s loudest brown paper, hitching your nine-month old up higher on your hip.

  Thank goodness neither of your kids were in a fussy mood, especially considering you’d gotten them up early after the terrible night before. Wayne had a new tooth coming in, he was absolutely miserable and your poor baby made sure to let everyone know. He’d been wailing most of the night and Eddie took it upon himself to soothe him, rubbing some baby friendly orajel along his gums, massaging them with fingers dipped in cool water, and offering frozen teething rings and plenty of comfort in the form of nonstop cuddles.

  He hadn’t joined you in bed until the early hours of the morning, which worked out perfectly. Eddie had been dead asleep when you got up, squishing a pillow you’d planted in place of yourself to his chest.

  Next came getting the kids ready, which was also surprisingly easy. Penny was pliant with sleep, letting you dress her without whining (she kept trying to lean forward so she could rest on you and go back to sleep—it was the cutest thing) and your baby was still soothed by Eddie’s remedies, letting out content coos as you changed his diaper and also got him ready.

  After a quick trip to a music store downtown (and by quick you meant 45 minutes, Penny took delicate care in picking out another final gift for her daddy and told you not to rush her every time you’d ask her to hurry) and a stop at the flower shop, you arrived back home and it looked like Eddie still hadn’t stirred, which gave you time to make breakfast.

  You’d sat Waynie in his high chair, gave him some cut up pieces of banana to gnaw on—which he did so as aggressively as possible—and went about making pancakes, eggs and bacon (which Eddie liked to devour until he felt ill).

  Penny was of course your little helper, sitting on your lap while you assisted her with whisking the eggs in a bowl for Waynie’s scrambled eggs, and then perched on your hip to help you flip the pancakes. She’d insisted that Eddie’s pancakes all be heart shaped and you loved the idea, so after a couple of failed ones that would be on your plate, you eventually got it down and she wrapped her arms tightly around you in a hug for it.

  Once breakfast was plated and the table was set, you gathered Wayne and the flowers while Penny carried Eddie’s decoy gift towards your bedroom.

  Quietly, you opened the door and peaked in, smiling  at Eddie’s sleeping form.

  “Okay, let’s go wake him up. Shh.” You propped the door open for Penny to slip in before you and she grinned up at you, using her free hand to hold her finger to her lips, she’d be quiet.

  She set the rectangular box on the end of the bed and then climbed on top while you sat Wayne down on the bed.

  He was just starting to crawl, so he very shakily made his way towards Eddie—face planting quite a few times but it didn’t deter your baby.

  Penny looked back at you for confirmation and you nodded in encouragement. That was all the permission she needed.

  “Daddy! Daddy, wake up! It’s daddy’s day! Wakey, wakey!” 

  She poked and prodded at his side when he groaned and shifted onto his back, eyes squinting open. That wasn’t good enough for her, she moved to sit on him and Wayne finally reached him, using his dad’s shoulder to prop himself up enough to sit back on his bum while he let out a happy shriek, chunky little palms slapping eagerly at his dad’s face to do the trick.

  Eddie made a face, nose scrunching up but you could see the smile curling on his lips, dimples appearing.

  “Okay, okay! I’m awake! Stop the assault!” 

  Penny laughed as he sat up, which almost sent her sprawling on the bed but she caught herself on his leg. Eddie tutted, that wouldn’t do.

  Eddie reached out and pushed her off of him and she laughed hysterically as she bounced against the mattress which made the two of you chuckle. For some reason your daughter loved to rough house with him. 

  Penny didn’t stay down for long, quickly crawling back up to lay down along the side of his pillow and Eddie turned his head to look at her after he’d gathered Wayne and sat him on his chest.

  “Happy Fodder’s Day, daddy. You aw the best daddy in the whole wide everywhere.” She whispered to him, very seriously, and he leaned in to give her a smacking kiss on the nose.

  “Thank you, baby.” His voice was raspy but you could detect the emotion under it. Eddie was so gonna choke up.

  “You wanna give him his present?” You prompted her, and Eddie’s head darted in your direction, grin widening at the sight of you in his favorite dress.

  “Oh, yeah!” Penny scurried to the end of the bed and knee-crawled back to Eddie, hands outstretched to offer him the rectangular box.

  “What’s this?” He asked, tucking Wayne into his side so he could grab the box.

  “You gots to open it, daddy.” Penny demanded, eagerly leaning in to stare at the box while he did.

  “Sorry,” you both traded looks of amusement before he took off the lid and moved the tissue paper aside to reveal a new guitar strap; black and decorated with crossbone skulls. “This is for me?”

  “Yeah!” Penny nodded her head ecstatically. “Mommy lemme pickeded it out!”

  “Thank you so much, little pretty one.” Eddie moved his hand to the back of his daughter’s curly little head to bring it in so he could press a kiss to her forehead, then he turned to the baby at his side. “And you, too!”

  He leaned down and pressed a kiss to the sweet smelling curls on his baby’s head. In return, Waynie started gnawing on his arm.

  You sat on the side of the bed and pulled him away from Eddie’s arm. Your son looked at you, affronted,  like you’d committed the ultimate crime until you held a pacifier to his lips. He eagerly gobbled it up and relaxed back against Eddie, once more content as he suckled.

  “Penny, do you wanna go get the other thing?”

  “Wha─?” She looked at you, confused for only a moment before her big brown eyes lit up. “YES, YES, YES!”

  Penny quickly climbed off the bed and ran to her room, where you’d hidden it.

  “What are you up to, trouble?” Eddie asked and you turned your head away from the doorway to find him looking at you, sleepy eyes clouded with love and affection as he reached a hand out to stroke along your exposed thigh.

  “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

  “You’re trying to make me cry again, aren’t you?”

  “Not me, no way. No how.” 

  “I GOS IT, MOMMY!” Penny ran back in, chin raised to peak over the box she carried. It wasn’t too heavy for her, just big.

  She brought it over to you and you handed it to Eddie before pulling her up onto your lap as you watched him unbox it.

  “I wonder what it could b—.” Eddie’s mouth parted just slightly as he pulled a small amp from the box. It wasn’t just any amp. It was an amp you’d sneakily picked up from the music store last week—he had a ton of amps sprawled around the apartment but Eddie’s favorite portable one had recently gone out on him. 

  The amp itself would have been a fantastic gift alone, but you’d taken a few extra steps to personalize it for him. You’d painted the black amp with a solid red background and then let Penny and Wayne paint whatever they wanted on it. 

  Penny had gone all out, making sure to paint her family holding hands on it, along with plenty of depictions of her dad, one of which was him wearing a cape because he was her hero and since Wayne was too little to use a paintbrush, his little hand and foot prints were on it. 

  On one of the sides was your initials (last name replaced with an ‘M’ to represent the Munson name you’d taken on when you’d married him) + EM 4Ever, tucked into a heart with Cupid’s bow shot through it. 

  “SUPISE! D’ya like it, daddy? I drews on it, and it got Waynie’s feets and hans.” Penny looked so proud of herself, smile nearly taking up her entire face.

  Eddie sniffled and you hid your grin in Penny’s hair. You got him.

  He licked his lips and cleared his throat to try and keep himself together but you could see the shine in his eyes when he raised them.

  “I love it so much, baby girl.” He choked out, holding Wayne a little tighter to his side.

  “You wanna give daddy a hug?” You whispered into her ear and she crawled off your lap to throw herself at Eddie, arms wrapping around his shoulders.

  Eddie was careful to make sure Penny didn’t squish Wayne as he held her to his chest, eyes squeezing shut and his freehand cradling the back of her head.

  “I luh you, daddy.” Penny mumbled, resting her cheek on his shoulder.

  “I love you, pretty Penny.” He pressed a multitude of kisses to her curls as he basked in the moment before his eyes shot open and over to you. “What are you doing all the way over there? Get over here and give me some love.”

  You affectionately rolled your eyes before you complied, lifting Wayne out of his arms and into yours to take his place tucked into Eddie’s side. Eddie demanded kisses the moment you were near, and because you loved him, you ignored his god awful morning breath and let him have his way.

  His lips remained pressed to your temple, an arm slipped around your waist so he could lift the skirt of your dress, fingers tracing the words I love you along your thigh as Penny explained all her paintings in great, excessive detail.

  Later, when you were all at the table eating the breakfast you and Penny had made, Eddie could barely get a bite in without staring at you. Wayne was in your arms, face pressed against your breast as he nursed (always did it before he ate solids), while Penny babbled to you about how fun cooking with you had been and how yummy it was as you helped her scoop up her food on her little fork.

  Eddie knew Father’s Day was a day meant to celebrate him and essentially all the other fathers of the world, but he’d much rather appreciate you. You’d given him Penny and Wayne; his sweet (usually) little girl and his baby boy. Without you, he wouldn’t be able to be a part of this day, really.

  Eventually, you felt the weight of his stare and looked up at him, gaze inquisitive.

  “What?” 

  He just huffed out a gentle laugh, brown eyes warm and making a certain feeling stir in your belly, “Nothing. Thank you. For them.”

  Eddie nods towards Wayne and Penny.

  “Well, you definitely played a part in getting them here.” You mused, reaching a hand out to stroke over Penny’s curls. 

  Sure, you made them but it wouldn’t have been possible had Eddie not finished inside of you on a regular basis. 

  When you looked back at him, Eddie was smirking, his eyes were heavily lidded and darkening–his bedroom eyes. The warmth in them was simmering into something much more intense as he leered at you with absolutely no shame. Lustful.

  You could feel yourself heating up, bashful nature hitting you full force as he nearly ate you alive with his gaze alone. You knew what was coming next, what he was about to say.

  “Wanna make another one during nap time?”