#joe quinn x f!reader smut

[harringtons-cupid]

could you write about joseph getting surprised on set by his partner? like he goes to his trailer to decompress (and maybe rub one out to the thought of you) between filming, but to his shock, you’re already there, sprawled out on the bed in a burgundy lingerie set he choose out for you. he has no choice but to scoop you up and fuck you against the wall, ripping your panties and moaning about how good you feel ehehehehehehe 🫣

Thank you so much for this ask, so I kind of changed it a little! But I hope you still like it!

Smut: 18+ : Cunnilingus, trailer sex, female masturbation, dirty talk. Fingering, clit spanking. Bent over knee. Creampies, finger sucking. Cum eating.

Other: Possessive Joe

Joe had been filming intensely all week, every time you saw him he would smile weakly and blink through those sleepy eyes. Collapsing asleep onto the bed before you even had a chance to speak to him.

The process repeated itself until you woke up one morning with a burning sensation in the pit of your stomach, your thighs squeezed together to ignore the throbbing.

Shuddering as you clambered out of bed, biting your lip as your clit rubbed against your thighs as you walked. Bending down with a gasp to open your underwear drawer, after searching for a few minutes.

You finally found it, the lingerie set that Joe had bought you. Never having a chance to wear it, you stripped and changed with a whimper.

Lying on the bed admiring yourself in the burgundy set, you moved your legs together to create a tiny bit of friction to burn some of the heat that was erupting.

Continuing to masturbate until you couldn't take it anymore and desired more than your own thighs.

Pulling an outfit out of the wardrobe and shoving it into your nearest bag, you slung a long black cloak around your body with a shiver and headed out of the door.

Your clit throbbed as you drove yourself towards the set, dazzling a smile at the security from your passenger window and continuing in the direction of his work trailer.

Checking your surroundings before knocking softly on the door, with no answer you pushed the door open.

It was warmer than your car and the outdoors, instantly dropping the cloak once behind closed doors. You meandered in the direction of his bedroom, it smelt of him.

Your bag tucked neatly under the bed, you positioned yourself in the centre and opened your legs.

After waiting for what seemed like an age, the door to the trailer finally crept open, and quiet mumblings filled the kitchen and living area until his footsteps vibrated across the floor towards you.

★ ★ ★

Joe had been pulled and prodded all morning in the makeup and costume chairs, he was positioned and directed until tiredness crept up. He took a twenty-minute break before he was told that he would be performing a sex scene.

His mind shifted to you as he shoved a sock over his cock, trying to think of anything but sexual images of you as he was directed into the scene.

Once it was over and his lips were dry, guilt seeped through his veins as he wandered back to the trailer.

Images of you found their way back into his mind, ones he had suppressed earlier and he waddled towards the trailer with a raging hard-on. In need of release.

Mumbling to himself as he noticed the car outside the trailer but told himself that he was dreaming and he was only horny for you.

There was no way you would come to see him at work, you had only been on set once or twice and you hated it.

Everyone oggled you and jealously overcame him, warning you to only come back if he asked you.

You were his and only his.

Still mumbled as he made his way towards the bedroom, his cock now chafing against his boxers and jeans. Needing to be freed more than anything. He pushed the door open slightly, unprepared for the sight in front of him.

He stumbled on words as his mouth opened and closed in surprise, smirking at you as he noticed you staring at his obvious bulge.

Toying with his belt buckle, slowly letting his jeans fall to the ground. Not moving any closer to you as you widened your legs and pleaded with your eyes.

Biting your lip as your hand played with your constrained breast, your eyes never leaving his as you waited patiently for him to claim you.

As you waited for as long as you could, your hand had snaked down towards your thighs and your hips bucked against your palm. You began to whine.

''Please Joe, come fuck me'' Gasping as your hand palmed through the fabric of your panties.

Watching as he sighed with arousal heavily before dropping his boxers onto the floor, his cock was leaking with precum.

Edging closer to the bed where you lay, he bent down until his nose grazed your stomach and his teeth curled around the frilly part of your panties.

In one swift motion, he pulled them off you. Letting them drop to your ankles, with a shuddering gasp he dipped his head closer to your aching clit.

His eyes stared into you as his tongue moved in circular movements, your legs snapped tightly around his neck as your hips jerked with him.

The sounds of your moans and odd creaking filled the small trailer bedroom, his eyes were full of greed as he coached you closer to your orgasm.

Your legs shook heavily, as they slipped from around his neck. Your moans turned into whines, and he continued to suck and lick your clit until you were a quivering mess underneath him.

Not saying else for a few moments as he allowed you to catch your breath before breaking the heated silence.

''Stand up and face that wall'' his voice was steady and collected, towering over you.

He watched as you shakily did as you were told, struggling to hold yourself up as you used the wall for support. Eagerly watching him stride across the tiny area towards you with a smirk.

His arms slipped beneath you, grasping on your skin as his hard cock brushed against your wet thigh. With your front pressed firmly against the wall, he positioned himself closer to your entrance.

Teasing you slightly before edging himself inside you with a gasp, your pussy spasmed around his cock as you adjusted yourself to being filled up.

Whimpering softly into his ear as his cock hit the top of your walls, he began to thrust deeply inside you. Hitting your chest against the wall, hissing at the slight pain.

Not seeing his face was disapointing but the position currently was causing your legs to quiver. It felt incredible.

Your legs were spread as far apart as they could get without hurting you too much.

Joe was groaning into your ear as his hands gripped your body, thrusting you hard into thin walls of the trailer as his cock got deeper.

“I have been thinking about you all day” he said between thrusts.

You could tell by how hard he was thrusting inside you, not caring. You needed this release.

“What have you been thinking about?” You urged him on further.

“Oh lots of things baby, fucking you raw like this. Bending you over my lap, making sure my cum is deep inside you” he groaned.

“Please do as you say, I need that from you” you whined, your clit was twitching.

Your panties had been ripped, pulled aside to make room for his fat cock.

You were getting close to cumming yourself but you held it in, Joe was the important one here.

Grinding your own hip against his cock, he whimpered at the feeling.

“God you feel so good baby, I’m so close” he panted heavily.

“Cum for me Joe, please” you begged him.

Increasing your movement with his, you watched as he shivered. Before exploding hard, his cum leaked inside you.

His body was twitching from his orgasm, his fingers gripping into your shoulder as he moaned loudly into your ear.

He didn’t stay inside you for long once his cum had been emptied inside you.

Bending you over his lap as his cum seeped out of you, he dove his fingers inside your filled pussy.

Fingering you deeper and every time his tried to escape, he shoved his fingers down your throat.

“Good girls take cum in every hole” he smirked at you.

You were a mess on his lap as he continued making you cum 3 times from his fingers.

When there was a knock at the door, he didn’t stop fingering you. Forcing you to change into your clothes, pulling you onto his lap and throwing a blanket between you.

“Come in” he smirked at you.

Trying to limit the movement between you both as his assistant scolded him for being later, she blushed at the mess and smell of sex in the air.

Leaving you both too it, the movement she left. He pulled the blanket off you, one hand fingering your pussy and the other spanking your clit.

“Are you going to behave if I go to rehearsal? He eyed you.

Sitting his hoodie, still on the edge of an orgasm. Needing to cum one last time.

He dropped to his knees, spreading your legs and licked your clit. You ground against his face, you were already close to your orgasm.

Cumming onto his face and into his beard, your moans were loud. Rocking the bed of the trailer as you came the hardest you came today.

“Bye baby, such a good pussy” he smirked.

Kissing all your cum onto your face and mouth, giving your clit one more spank before heading out the door.

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The Emperor’s Angel

Emperor Geta x General Acacius’ Daughter!Reader

warnings: I don’t know jack shit about the Roman Empire, so we’re just going to pretend that I do 💀 Let’s pretend for the sake of this fic that all the children in Rome are on a lovely little field trip for the day 💀 18+ only! Minors DNI! This fic isn’t for you! possessive!Emperor Geta, Geta uses a pet name (Angel) for Reader instead of her real name, death threats, unprotected p in v smut, rough sex, public sex, exhibitionism, breeding kink, creampie, profanity, etc

summary: After your father’s attempt to hand you off to a gladiator to marry just to get out of fighting him to the death, your true lover, Emperor Geta, decides it’s best to show your father and all of Rome who your heart and body truly belongs to. Him.

Anxiety and rage coursed through your veins as you slipped away from the rowdy Colosseum to escape the ordeal that your father, the General of the Roman army, had gotten you into.

He was challenged by Lucius, son of Lucilla, to fight him in the Colosseum to the death, but instead of agreeing and battling him like a real warrior, he offered you up instead. Not to fight in his place, no, but to give you up to marry Lucius as some sort of bullshit peace offering, and much to your dismay, Lucius agreed to the offer.

There was only one problem with that, you belonged to Emperor Geta.

You and the Emperor had been seeing each other behind your father’s back for several months now, quite close to nearing the one year mark, and with how possessive he was of you, you just knew there was no way in Hell he was letting you go to Lucius of all people.

You had seen the rage in your lover’s gaze when he stared at your father in disbelief, Emperor Geta shocked that your father cared more about his own life rather than his precious daughter. Emperor Caracalla had glanced over at you with a weary look in his eyes, knowing this wasn’t going to end well for both Lucius and your dad considering his brother’s short temper and sadistic tendencies.

That’s when you had fled from the Colosseum and headed towards your chambers in the palace, not wanting to stick around and witness what events would unfold after Lucius agreed to marry you, nor wanting to face your father after he handed you over to someone you despised. There was absolutely no way you were marrying that man, especially since your heart wholeheartedly belonged to Emperor Geta in all his sadistic glory.

Little did you know, he was in hot pursuit of you after screaming in your father’s face that you belonged to him and that no one was to take his precious angel away from him. He demanded your father accept Lucius’ original challenge or he would have him put to death either way.

You barely made it to your chambers before a firm grasp on your upper arm was spinning you around in a flash. Your gaze met the fuming orbs of your lover, his pupils completely overtaken by the rage he felt towards your father and his inconsiderate act of defiance.

“And where do you think you’re running off to, Angel? You’re going to miss such an entertaining battle between your disgrace of a father and that useless peasant Lucius.” His grin was sickening and you’d be fibbing if you denied the fact that it had your cunt flooding with arousal.

“I couldn’t stand to look at my father any longer after he pulled that stunt.” You scoffed, your hands resting on the breastplate of Geta’s gold plated armor. “Who the fuck does he think he is? What makes him think I would want to marry Lucius of all people? If only he knew my heart belongs to you, my perfect Emperor.”

“Oh he does now, my love. Everyone does. I had no choice but to reveal our long kept secret because there was absolutely no way I was giving you away to that peasant. You’re mine, Angel, and no one will ever take you away from me.” Geta’s arms wrapped firmly around your waist now, pressing your hips flush against him as he gazed down at you.

“I’m yours, Geta.” You promised, bringing one of your hands up from where it rested on his chest plate and reaching to cup his cheek, your thumb tracing along his cheekbone before you were leaning up to kiss him deeply.

Geta immediately kissed you harder, more possessively, one arm wrapping tighter around you while his other hand moved to grasp at your ass through your royal robe and gown. “How about we show all of Rome who the fuck you belong to.” He rasped into the space between your mouths, pulling a low moan from your throat as he gave your ass a squeeze. “We’ll force your father to watch as I desecrate his poor daughter’s precious little cunt.”

You whimpered at that, knowing that meant Geta was going to ruthlessly fuck you with zero remorse. Not that you minded, you absolutely loved it when he fucked you as though you were nothing but a fuck toy. You knew that he loved you and cared about you, you were truly the only other thing in this world aside from power that meant anything to him, sometimes he just couldn’t help but to take his sadistic tendencies out on you. It’s a good thing you were able to handle it.

“Please,” you whispered against his lips, your tongue tracing along his bottom one. “I want them all to see that I’m yours and yours alone.”

“That’s my good Angel.” Geta gave your ass a smack before he was lifting you up to carry you into his own chambers, making sure the doors were secured before making his way onto his balcony where he set you back down. The balcony overlooked the entire Colosseum, so it was the perfect place to fuck you for all to see without anyone getting a glimpse of your goods. They were for his eyes only. “Take off your fucking garments.”

You moaned at his demand, immediately removing every single article of clothing that adorned your breathtaking body and tossing them to the ground without a care of whether they got dirty or not. Geta removed his white and gold embellished robe before laying it across the edge of the balcony rail, wanting to make sure you had some sort of padding while he bent you over it to fuck you.

Next to go was his gold-plated armor, carelessly tossing it atop your pile of clothes before he was working at freeing his aching cock from beneath his tunic. “Bend over the railing, Angel.” He commanded, giving his thick veiny cock a few strokes while he positioned himself behind where you obediently bent over for him, his cock twitching in his grasp over the fact that you were completely bare naked compared to him.

“EYES UP HERE, ROME!” Geta bellowed out towards the Colosseum crowd, all eyes suddenly shifting towards where the two of you were present on his expansive balcony. “YOU’RE ALL TO WATCH AS I CLAIM MY FUTURE BRIDE RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU! ANYONE WHO DOESN’T FOLLOW THAT ORDER WILL BE PUT TO DEATH BY MY ROYAL GUARDS!”

Your father’s blood was boiling seeing you in such a vulnerable position, but he knew there was nothing he could do to stop it because Geta wouldn’t hesitate to have him killed. He thought that maybe Geta forced you to be with him and put into this situation, but little did your father know, you wanted this and were in on the whole thing.

“Hold tight, Angel.” Geta murmured in your ear, waiting until your hands were gripping around the stone rail of his balcony before forcing his cock inside you in one hard thrust forward, punching the breath right out of you. “YOU SEE, ROME, THIS WOMAN IS MINE. SHE’S BEEN MINE FOR NEARLY A YEAR AND NO ONE IS GOING TO TAKE HER FROM ME!”

You screamed out as his pace started out with zero remorse just as you anticipated, your head thrown back and eyes rolled towards the back of your skull while you took every harsh nudge of his cock against your sweet spots. Tears sprang from your eyes when he tightly fisted his fingers through your hair and forced your head back so he could gaze upon your features as he fucked you, a twisted grin stretching across his lips.

“OH, IF ONLY YOU COULD SEE HOW BREATHTAKING HER FACE LOOKS WHILE SHE TAKES MY COCK, GENERAL ACACIUS! CAN YOU HEAR HOW SHE SCREAMS FOR ME? ONLY FOR ME?” Geta sneered as his gaze flicked towards your father, staring directly at him while he abused your cunt just the way you liked it. His grip on your hip was bruising while the one in your hair continued pulling tears from your eyes, knowing by your pleasured noises and the occasional clench around his cock that you were enjoying the pain.

“I’m gonna cum.” You moaned lewdly as you gave another clench around him, a guttural moan erupting from Geta’s throat in response.

“Not until I breed you, Angel, until you’re so full of my cum that you’re destined to give me an heir.” Geta rasped into your ear as he continued pounding away inside your soaked cunt, his cock and balls drenched from how much you were dripping for him. He grinned when his mention of breeding you made you clench even tighter around him, his hand releasing your hair so he could clasp it around your throat. “You like the sound of that, huh?”

“Breed me! I’ll give you all the heirs you want! I’ll be your good little Empress!” You squealed as you gazed back at him through heavily lidded eyes, hiking one of your legs up onto the balcony railing so that he had a better angle. You screamed even louder as the new angle had his cock slamming against your cervix with every forward thrust, knowing there was no way you were going to be able to last for much longer. “Breed me! Breed me! Please, my love, breed me!”

“Gods!” Geta roared as he used both hands to get an extra bruising grip on your waist while pounding away inside you, tossing his head back when he felt his knot snap and spilling thick, sticky loads of his cum into your womb.

He didn’t let up on his thrusts, not stopping until he came two more times before finally letting you cum for him, your orgasm so overpowering from how much he’d edged you before his fingers finally gave your touch starved bundle of nerves what they needed, that he had to wrap his arms around you to prevent you from falling when your one knee keeping you upright buckled beneath you.

He held you in his arms after he’d pulled out of you until you finally came down from your high, dropping your leg down from where you had propped it on the railing so you could spin around to grab his face and pull him into a starved kiss, not paying any mind to the thousands of eyes still watching the two of you. “I love you, Geta. You really want to make me your wife?”

“Angel, I wanted to make you my wife the moment I first laid eyes on you. You have no idea how ecstatic I was when I realized you want me just as much as I want you.” His own hands reached to cup your face, his thumbs gentle as they brushed against your cheeks, contrast to how he just fucked you in front of the entirety of Rome. “I love you, my sweet Angel, and I’ll love you until my dying breath.”

You kissed him again, your arms wrapping around his neck as you pressed yourself against him. “Take me inside your chambers to breed me some more? And leave the balcony doors open so everyone can hear as you fuck their future Empress some more.”

“That’s my girl.” Geta groaned, lifting you up to carry you back inside and lay you down onto his bed where he fucked several more loads of his cum inside you, this time letting you cum right along with him.

All of Rome now knew that General Acacius’ daughter was off limits, which you were quite thankful for because you hated the unwanted attention from other men throughout the Roman Empire. None of them compared to Emperor Geta, you preferred his level of sadist over any other personality trait in the world. He may have been one evil man, but he had a soft spot for you and you only and that itself made being with him worth it.

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[stardancerluv]

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.

❤️s, comments, feedback, & reblogs are welcome & appreciated!

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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[the-witty-pen-name]

Love is Blind Masterlist

Eddie Munson x PlusSize!F!Reader

COMPLETED

Summary: In a last ditch effort to evade the normal disappointments of dating, a group of misfits desperate to have someone see who they are on the inside volunteer for the most recent brain chemistry study at Hawkins Lab.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, eventual smut, reader has low self-esteem and struggles with self love/acceptance, anxiety/trauma related to bullying, tooth rot worthy fluff, Eddie being a major flirt, cursing, mentions of substance use

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

[jksprincess10]

Storm || Eric x reader

A/N: I fear I'm back in my Joe Quinn phase after watching a quiet place day one, don't look at me.

Summary: There's a thunderstorm and you can finally make noise.

CW: fluff, smut, eric is kinda shy and soft, reader has a bush, pre-established relationship implied, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, eric loves eating pussy, protected p in v, reader is a tad more dominant, minimal editing.

(1.3k words)

divider by @saradika-graphics

There is only one way to make love when any sound could lead to death: silently.

But when the outside is louder, when thunder tears the sky apart, when rain pitter-patters loudly against the asphalt, you can be as loud as you want.

In the darkness of your apartment, the first flash of thunder and the trickle of the rain provokes immediate joy. He knows too, his usually big, innocent eyes veiled by lust. Like Pavlov’s dog, Eric knows how to react when the outside sounds get louder and louder.

“Yes.” You immediately confirm what you want, and he gives in to you.

You wrap your hands around his neck as he brings you into a soaring kiss that makes you moan against his plush lips. You feel like you’re outside in the rain, drowning. Your fingers trail down his neck until you come across his first buttons, that you undo expertly, along with tossing aside his ridiculous tie. Despite everything, Eric still insisted on dressing like the lawyer student he once was.

Under the soft candlelight, you discover his pale skin, his soft body like it’s the first time. He takes care of your sweater, pulling it over your head.

“You’re beautiful.” You whisper, out of habit.

“Stop.” Eric reacts, his voice under the flow of his British accent. “You are.”

His arms are around your waist, pulling you close as he nuzzles your breasts that you hadn’t bothered covering up with a bra (who cares it’s the fucking end of the world, right?). The tip of his tongue shyly teases the tip of a hard nipple. Too used of being gentle, quiet.

“More, please.” You beg softly.

He sucks the flesh into his warm mouth, and your body arches against his chest, pushing your ass into his careful hands. Eric’s right hand come up to your other breast, caressing and squeezing the fat until you’re letting out pretty moans for him. 

Your hands come down to his leather belt, that you’re soon discarding on the floor with a loud metal clank. But you don’t care, as the thunder is already responding even louder. You’re both taking each other’s pants off embarrassingly fast, and he’s pushing you on your couch until you’re splayed out for him, a beautiful painting under a warm glow, occasional cold light revealing more. His nose traces your covered mound, inhaling the soft laundry scent of your floral panties.

The rain is still pouring, taping violently against your apartment windows as he pulls down your panties, freeing the dark curls and the wetness of your slit.

“You never told me if it bothered you –”

“What? This?” He’s asking as a finger curls around some of the untamed hair. His tone is almost mocking, and you feel your cheeks heating up.

“Yes.”

“I quite like it, actually. You look like a woman. And this is what I want. ” He punctuates his words with an index trailing over your slit, making you shudder. Your fingers tangle in his unruly, soft brown curls, pushing him closer to where you want him. You know he can never resist eating pussy, it’s probably his favorite meal. He spreads your lips with his fingers, keeping you open for him as his pink tongue lays flat against your slit, caressing and experimenting.

As the thunder growls, you remember you can show him your appreciation freely. Your mouth hangs open, and as his plush lips latch around your clit, you moan his name. And it’s the most beautiful song he has ever heard.

“You’re always so good to me, Eric.” You praise him softly, the tips of his ears reddening when you compliment him.

Eric sucks even harder before letting go to caress all of you with the flat of his tongue. Your ass lifts off the couch without really wanting too, pushing more of you into his mouth. He licks and sucks messily, wet sounds filling the air. You like him like this, free and disheveled. One of his fingers breach your hole, stretching you slowly. You want to tell him you won’t break, but you don’t know how, your mind blurry with pleasure.

A strangled “more” is all you can let out, and he listens, pushing another finger in. He thrusts them almost all the way out, then in, curling them at the right angle as his numb tongue keeps sucking. You fall apart just in time for the next thunder crack, a cry coming out of your throat as you gush around Eric’s fingers. His lips are wet with your juices as he comes up for air, climbing on the couch to kiss you. Your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him on top of you as you lay down.

“Make love to me.” You whisper against his lips, your hands trailing down his body to take off his boxer briefs. Your hand circles the base, teasing his cock with a slow movement of up-and-down, momentarily distracting you from your wish.

“Don’t you want me to make love to you?” He whispers in your hair in an amused tone.

“Yes. But I like this. I like touching you.”

Eric chuckles and pushes your hand away. “Stop. I want you.”

 He gets up momentarily to get a condom and covers his cock with it, pumping himself as he gazes down at the perfection that you are, laid peacefully on the couch. You rarely look as relaxed, and he cherishes those moments when you’re not fearing for your life.

You beckon him closer with a movement of your fingers, and he lays on top of you. He’s always so careful with you.

“Hold me.” You wrap your legs around his middle and push him closer. His arms wrap around your neck as he fills you up, slowly, inch by inch. Your eyes flutter closed; you can barely see the violent lightning anymore; you can only hear it. But you try to concentrate on Eric’s heavy breathing in your ear. He stops when his hips are flush with yours, just holding you peacefully.

“I love you.”

You don’t know if you’ll live to see another day, but you love him and it’s the only certainty.

“I love you, too.” He kisses your brow, your nose, and your lips. You keep him there, your tongue tangling with his as he starts moving gently.  Your moans die in his mouth, and you realize how much you crave him, harder, faster. You push him off you and he looks at you with concern until climb on top of him.

“You won’t break me. Fuck me like you mean it. Fuck me like it’s our last day alive.”

You align him with your pussy, and you sink down. His reprieve is short, as you’re already bouncing on top of him. He moans obscenities, covered by the sound of the rain. His hands wrap tightly around your hips and his thrusts meet yours in a chaotic, unsynchronized dance that you both make work. The two of you are letting out cries freely, and it’s somehow liberating.

“Come for me, Eric.” You let out between strangled moans.

He slows down, thrusting harder and deeper.

“Not before you, love. Touch yourself.”

You anchor yourself to the couch with a hand on the leather underneath your bodies, your free hand coming down to play with your clit. You try not to fall as he keeps fucking up into you, in a slow but rough pace.

“That’s it baby. God, you’re so hot.” He says it like it’s physically hurting him.

With another one of his deep thrusts, your walls tighten around him and you come with a final moan. You then let him use you, until he’s also done. Your body falls on top of his, and you caress his sweaty curls as he whispers sweet nothings to you.

You love storms.

[joequinnisgod]

Caught in the act

Pairing: Joseph Quinn x f!reader

Summary: You wake up from a wet dream, but Joe’s asleep, so you have to take care of yourself. You end up in the shower, where he catches you in the act.

Warnings: smut, f!masturbation, shower sex, squirting

Word count: 2k

Your eyes slowly opened at the buzzing sound of your phone, tearing you from your dreamland. To not wake Joseph, you quickly reached for your phone and turned off the alarm.

After rolling on your back, you noticed something unpleasant that made you frown. You were all sweaty and a particular dull ache sat between your thighs. Pictures from the dream you were living in just a few moments ago started flooding your mind. After you opened your eyes again letting them adjust to the bright room, you turned your head to the side. Joseph was sound asleep. His eyelashes stroking his face, his lips all puffy and slightly open as soft snores escaped his throat every now and then. He had a long, busy day the previous day and he got home quite late so you didn’t want to wake him.

With your eyes closed, you started re-living your dream. Your fingers traced your skin all the way down to your panties and slipped them under the thin, soft fabric. With two fingers of yours you started gathering the wetness and spreading it around before you started playing with your clit. Not having the patience to tease yourself, after a few slow circles your fingers began picking up the pace. Your free hand made its way to beneath your shirt and you started massaging one of your boobs and playing with your nipple.

Soon, you had to realise it wasn't enough. You were used to Joe's heavenly, skilled tongue and fingers and the feeling wasn't the same at all. Suddenly you remembered the pastel pink vibrator you had in your top drawer, purchased a few years ago. You enthusiastically reached for the handle of the drawer, only to meet the sad reality again. The batteries in it died a few weeks ago and each time you visited the grocery store, you forgot to get new ones.

A heavy sigh fell from your lips as frustration started to get under your skin. After not being able to come up with any ideas, you decided to just start your day. Glancing at Joe, you saw him still laying there, deep asleep. You walked to the en suite bathroom and washed your face before brushing your teeth. Still feeling sticky and sweaty from your sleep, you decided to take a shower.

You opened the glass door of the walk-in shower and opened the tap. After stripping out of your pyjamas quickly, you walked underneath the big, fixed shower head and enjoyed the hot water pouring down your chest. You stood there for a few minutes, just getting mentally ready for the day but your with your excitement not quieting down, it was a little hard. As your eyes wandered across the water droplets on the wall tiles, your gaze stilled on something. The handheld shower head.

"Back to the good old way." You murmured to yourself after a few seconds of thinking about it as your hand reached for it. You opened the tap for the detachable shower head, adjusting the temperature and pressure of the water. Not knowing any better, you sat down on the floor of the shower, with your back against the wall and your legs spread wide, and aimed the shower head towards your pulsing core. A loud gasp erupted from your throat, already starting to feel a little relieved.

"Oh, yes." You moaned quietly and carefully, not to wake Joseph. Your free hand went to your boob again, as your mind wandered back to the same place.

His lingering touches, his hot kisses, his burning, sweaty skin, his thick, heavy moans, his deep voice...

"You take me so well, baby."

The way his hips slammed into you, along with the unholy sounds filling the bathroom of a fancy place where a long forgotten award show was held.

"Joey, please..don't stop."

"I'm not planning on it, princess. I'm gonna make you cum so hard.. – he said between heavy breaths – the whole building will know what we were doing in here. And they're gonna be so..fuck...so jealous of us."

You looked at the both of you in the mirror. The way his eyebrows furrowed in pleasure and concentration while looking at where you connected, then to your reflection was almost enough to make you come undone right away.

"Look at you, baby. Such a pretty thing. Being such a little slut..only for me."

"Only for you, oh." You squeezed his hand. "Joey, I'm so close." You panted.

"C'mon baby, cum for me. I wanna feel you fall apart around me. Show me how naughty you can be for daddy."

"Oh, Joey, fuck."

"Having fun there?" His voice startled you, making you jump and drop the shower head.

"Fuck..are you kidding me? I was so close.." You whimpered in between heavy breaths as a teardrop full of frustration rolled down you cheek as you reached for the dropped head.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, doll." He pushed his boxers down as he made his way towards the shower.

"No, you're not."

"No, I'm not." He flashed a cheeky grin as he closed the door behind himself.

Just when you thought your problem was finally to be solved, he started spreading the body wash on his chest and stomach, actually taking a shower.

"What are you doing?" You looked him up and down.

"Taking a shower." He gave you a confused, teasing look. "You know..that's what people usually do in here."

"Fuck off." You aimed the shower head at him.

"C'mon, love." He reached his arm towards you to help you up from the floor. "What got my baby so frustrated and whiny?"

"You." You muttered as he wrapped his arms around you.

"Me?" His eyebrows ran up his forehead.

"Yeah."

"What did I do?" He chuckled.

"I had this dream about you. About us."

"Hmm..really? What were we doing?"

"You were doing me, Joe. So well.."

"And that's why you're whining?"

"No..it's because you weren't awake when I woke up, so I had to take care of myself. But that wasn't enough, and the batteries in my vibrator have been dead for weeks now and I aways forget to get new ones, and now you interrupted me right when I was about to cum."

"Oh, my poor baby. What do I do with you now? Hm?"

"Make me cum, Joey, please."

"Fuck..how could I say no when you're asking me so nicely? And how do you want me to do that?" His hand travelled down the curve of your back and caressed your ass before grabbing it firmly, making you moan softly.

"I don't care, just make me cum. Fast, cause we're both gonna be late."

"Okay, I have a photoshoot, but where are you going?"

"I'm going out to have late breakfast with your mum."

"I thought that was tomorrow."

"No, it's today, but please do something with me now. What will I tell your mum when I'm gonna be late? Sorry I'm late, I was busy 'cause your son was fucking me senseless?"

He pressed his lips to yours in a heartbeat to shut you up.

"Jump." He murmured as he tapped the back of your thighs.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his lower back, making your aching core touch his hard cock. A gasp left your mouths as he stepped to the wall you previously sat against and pushed you up against it. A small hiss left your lips because of the cold walls, giving Joseph the chance to slip his tongue into your mouth. You took your hand from the back of his neck and traced it down from his chest to his angry length. You started tracing the veins with your fingertips to rile him up even more before wrapping your hand around it and slowly starting to pump him up and down.

"Fuck..I'm not gonna last if you do that." He swallowed thickly.

You lined him up with your entrance and moaned out loudly as he started to push inside you, filling you up. Your hand went back to his head, tugging on his curls.

"Fuuck.." A breathy, deep moan fell from his lips. You couldn't help but clench around him, making his breath hitch in his throat. "What..what happened in your dream?"

"We were in the bath- oh..in the bathroom..during an award show and..we couldn't wait 'till we got home, so..so we did it in the bathroom...in front of the mirror."

"Shit..we can do it in front of the mirror."

"And we will when we get home..but don't you dare stop now."

"Anything you want, my love." He took a hand from under your thigh and caressed your hot skin from your leg to your breast at first. He gently massaged it, making your eyes close and your head tilt back against the wall. His hand then came up to your throat and his fingers were wrapped around it in a second, squeezing the sides of it gently.

"Joey, I'm gonna.."

"You gonna cum already? I haven’t even been inside you for five minutes. My poor angel, so worked up, so needy, huh? Look at me, baby." When he didn’t get any reaction from you, he let let go of your throat and cupped your cheek. "You with me? I wanna see those pretty eyes."

You were so lost in the feeling of his cock so deliciously deep inside you and his scent filling your nose, that you didn’t even notice him stilling his hips at first.

"No, no, no! Why’d you stop?" You opened your eyes and looked at him with an upset look on your face.

"I said look at me. Keep your eyes open for me, doll. Can you do that for me?" His thumb stroked your cheek lovingly, yet somehow still in a mean, teasing manner. His lips came close to your ear as his voice got quiet and low. "Can you do that for daddy?" He started moving his hips again.

"Oh, fuck. I’m so close Joey.."

"Cum for me, baby. C'mon..soak daddy's cock."

Your hand went to your clit, circling it fast and impatiently. The feeling of Joseph’s hand leaving your cheek to wrap itself around your throat again was only fuel to the flame. Your back arched off the cold, wet tiles and your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your frequent, sinful moans bounced off the walls. At the same time you felt his hand choke you harder and suddenly everything became so overwhelming. For the first time in your life you felt liquid gush out of you, right around his cock.

"Thaat's it baby. Good girl..oh, fuckfuckfuck."

You felt Joe's hot seed spill inside you, making your orgasm even more intense. He drove his hips into you at a fast pace, making sure to get the most out of your orgasms. His thrusts slowed down at the end after he rode out his high as well, until he didn’t stop completely.

"Fuck..that was so good" You whispered as you pressed soft kisses along the side of his neck, gently sucking on the skin.

"You fucking squirted." A proud smile sat on his face.

"I’m not surprised..I’ve been edged three times this morning." You whimpered to him before pressing a kiss to his lips.

"I love you." He murmured into the kiss.

"I love you." A content smile spread on your face.

"I really gotta get something we can sit on in here."

"I'm not against it..I had to sit on the fucking floor."

"God..every time I'm gonna look at the shower head, that's the only thing I'm gonna think of." You chuckled as you shared a few more kisses.

"When'd you brush your teeth?"

"When you were a little too busy. It was the hottest thing I've ever seen." He pressed kisses down your chest.

"So you were watching me like a fucking perv?"

"Mm-hmm...can I have that view again when I brush my teeth tonight?"

You slapped his arm as he let you down onto the floor, sighs leaving your lips as he pulled out of you. His hands grabbed your ass again as he pulled you close to kiss you one more time, before starting your actual shower.

Thank you for reading, hope you enjoyed it! Have a beautiful day / night!! <3

[boogiewrites]

Seeing Stars Pt. 23

Part 1 if you missed it!

The first half of the infamous third date. Eddie plans a romantic date for Star at a place that holds special meaning for them. They talk about their feelings, their rights, and wrongs and Star confesses her deepest wants and fears about their future and falling in love. Eddie'll be there to catch her.

CW: None really, this is fluff, confessions of love, two young people in love and being joyful and terrified at the same time. (This chapter was over 20k total originally so I decided to split it up.)

After Hellfire, the club stood under the awning in the dark, seeing the rain in the parking lot lights pour down. Eddie had very eloquently observed that it was pissing rain outside as they’d emerged from their D and D cave after their session. They stood and sighed, muttering about making a run for it or waiting it out.

“Steve’ll be here soon. He should pull up so we don’t have to get soaked.” Dustin sighed.

“I’m not in a hurry.” Star shrugged, sitting down the spare backpack of Eddie’s she was helping carry.

“We can wait it out, wait 'til you guys get picked up.” Jeff added, the technical owner of the car that brought the older three members who weren’t in a relationship together to the meeting.

“You can’t get wet or you’ll melt, witch.” Eddie teased Star with high brows.

“I think you’ve proven that harmful stereotype to be untrue many times.” Star snickered, leaning towards him as he snorted back and pulled her against his chest.

“Ew, guys.” Mike gave them a judgemental glare.

“No one listened to me when I said it would be annoying.” Gareth rolled his eyes and mocked. “Now we have to deal with her asking if she can seduce the DM every session.”

“I still think it’s funny.” she giggled.

“It is but,” Dustin shrugged. “I think trying to seduce a dragon would be funnier.”

“I can take one for the party. I’ll try seducing the enemies before we attack next time.”

“You’re gonna die.” Jeff cackled. “A lot. You’ll be 5 characters deep before the end of the campaign.”

“Oh no, you’d have to help me fill out a bunch of character sheets, Eddie.” she said with fake woe. “You haaaate that.” she lilted and smiled up at him, her chin on his chest as he met her gaze, both arms hugged around her as he leaned on the brick wall of the building.

“I hate it as much as I hate you.” he grinned and kissed her forehead.

“Ugh.” from the audience.

“That wasn’t even gross!” Star squeaked and mushed her cheek into Eddie’s chest.

“It’s the principle of the thing.” Gareth shrugged.

“I could make it so much worse.” Star threw her head back and laughed maniacally.

“You’re riling up the troops, sweetheart.” Eddie shushed her and stroked her hair, pushing her face back into his chest to shut her up.

“Fine.” she mumbled, content to feel the heat from his body against the cold air outside, her fingers messing with the hem of his worn Hellfire shirt under the jacket he’d held out and partially wrapped around her. The conversation kept moving around them. Star shushed and let the feeling of Eddie playing with her hair comfort her.

The familiar beemer jostles into view through the sheets of rain. The headlights bobbed over potholes in the parking lot to light up the night around it.

“Hey, how are my favorite nerds?” Steve rolled down his window, pulling as close to the overhang as possible. He was annoyingly charming with his white teeth glinting in the lamppost light and rubbing his fingers through thick unruly locks.

“Triumphant it would seem tonight my fair, simple Steve.” Dustin said perkily, walking towards the car.

“Good so I don’t have to listen to you whine about losing the whole drive home in this…. hurricane.” He motioned to the rain broadly.

"We're too far inland for a hurricane Steve." Dustin corrected.

“He's already found something else to whine about.” Mike joked.

“Well don’t you two look cozy?” Steve wiggled his eyebrows at the snuggled-up couple against the wall. They both waved in unintentional tandem.

“Because we are.” Star said with a smile.

“You good?” He nodded toward them.

“Never better.” Eddie grinned.

“Did they annoy the shit out of you guys with their little back and forth this whole time too?” The three members of Hellfire who weren’t well acquainted with Steve outside of going to school with him in previous years looked at each other confused by the whole intervention.

“Not so much annoying as frustrating.” Jeff shrugged.

“They’re more annoying now that they’re together, to be honest.” Gareth added with a nervous chuckle.

“Yeah, we have to deal with them flirting during sessions now.”

“I can’t be judgemental, flirting is my favorite pastime.” Steve grinned.

“We know how much you love to flirt with Eddie, Steve.” Star snickered. “Only person better at it than I am.”

“Did you do the thing I said?” He added with high brows.

“What thing?” Eddie looked down at Star amused.

“I told her she should say some cheesy stuff when you guys do your… rolling the dice stuff. The activate seduction spell or… whatever it is.”

“YOU told her to make that lame ass joke?” Garrett looked confused but amused.

“I told her to seduce the enemies. Might be a more fruitful endeavor.” Dustin added now settled into the backseat.

“That's kinda gross man” Steve muttered.

“You’ve been mad at me and it was the least suspecting person the whole time.” Star said proudly.

“Steve, you’re a nerd.” Eddie grinned. “Join the alliance and come play some time.” He sounded genuine and not as teasing as he expected to. “You’re already giving tips to Lady Sandys here, you might as well.”

“No way.” He shook his head. “I can help her come up with pick-up lines but that’s where my expertise ends.”

“I’ll get you one day Harrington. I’ll make you admit you’re one of us.”

“Not in your wildest dreams, pal.” He cheesed with a smile. “We still on for next week?”

“For sure. I’ll be sure to break the table this time when I give ya a big boot.”

“Please don’t.” He said with his signature arched brow, rolling up his window before bickering with the backseat audience and moving away.

“What the hell just happened?” Gareth asked, all heads turning to Eddie and Star. “I knew you were somehow friends with him,” he said speaking to Star. “But why are you watching wrestling with Steve the king Harrington?”

“Turns out he’s a pretty decent dude. She convinced me.” He motioned his head down to Star.

“I found out he was a good guy, and Eddie did too when he called him to pick me up when I got blackout drunk months ago. Then I have Robin in music class and they’re like attached at the hip. They come into the diner after work and we started hanging out. I don’t know how he was before but he’s a really nice guy.”

“That seems like the opposite of what he’d do to a girl at a party when he was in school.”

“After Wheeler, he did start slowing down. He quit hanging with Tommy and Carol, the pricks.”

“Yeah he got involved with the kids through Mike's sister somehow and they hit it off. He’s a good time.” Eddie added.

“He’s a reformed asshole from my understanding. I didn't expect a guy that pretty to not be a garbage person.”

“You’re gonna call another guy pretty in front of your boyfriend?”

“Eddies prettier.” Star giggled and turn to him, mushing his cheeks in her hands. “Aren’t ya my pretty boy?”

“It’s also just a fact.” Eddie mumbled from squished cheeks. “Believe me I wanted to hate him too.”

“Besides you’re not jealous are you babe?”

“Not really, no.” He shrugged. “You turned him down and not me so as far as I’m concerned that’s a big win for the nerds and a big fat goose egg for the yuppies.” He squeezed her tight.

“Of course I did.” Star said sweetly. “I’d say why but the baby-eared boys over there would boo me again.” She laughed.

“We’re gonna head out anyway. This is as light as it’s gonna get tonight. You two have your little date night now or whatever. We’ll see you at practice.”

“I’ve got some ideas for new stuff too! I’ve been working on those lyrics I brought last week.” Eddie added as they pulled their jackets and bags over their heads to run across the parking lot to their getaway vehicle.

“Sounds good!”

“Speaking of… when are we going on that date?”

“During the full moon.” He smirked.

“The full moon?” she hummed happily, melting into his chest.

“That’s when I wanted to do it.”

“During the…” she swallowed and took a noticeably deep breath. “ You’re planning things by the lunar cycle now?” She openly swooned, a shakey exhale with a batting of lashes.

“Mm-hmm.” He nodded, smirking as he watched her become flustered. “Big night. Big emotions. Big moon. Makes sense.”

“That’s… true.” She nodded biting her lip and looking at his. “You’ve never been more attractive.” She whispered her lips wet and open as she gazed up at him. “I have a man who takes the moon phase into account when planning a date?” She whimpered. “Jesus Christ I need to calm down.” She looked away as Eddie chuckled. “I didn’t think that would turn me on so much.” She said a bit high-pitched. “Need to save all that energy I suppose.” She looked back at him as he nodded. “What are we…” she shook her head to clear it. “Doing again?”

“It’s a surprise.” He said with a playful lilt.

“I needed to be comfy? Or wear shoes that wouldn’t hurt.”

“Dress warm, for outside. And yeah some good walking shoes.”

“We’re going on a walk somewhere?” She seemed genuinely interested in the idea and it eased his concern about her enjoyment of his idea.

“It’s a surprise.” He said again leaning in to press his forehead to hers.

“Eddie.” She pouted. “I don’t like surprises.”

“You trust me don’t you?”

“I do.”

“Then trust you’ll love it.” He grinned.

-

The nights now moving into April we’re still cold but manageable. The days were pleasant and bright when the rain wasn’t coming down. Luckily for them, the rain would hold off for tonight.

Star has been determined to stay cute and still be warm for the date. She had to wear some big boots because of the rain, knowing if they were outside she’d get muddy. But she wasn’t going to dress in something shapeless for a night like tonight. She wanted to feel pretty, to believe him when he called her so. As much as it was about them having a moment to truly reflect and talk, the physical manifestations of those emotions being out in the open were still very much on Star’s mind. She found herself wanting Eddie differently since they’d been together. She’d gotten her sustenance from cuddles and almost make-outs. But she had a new urge to want to crawl inside him. To be as close to him as physically possible. She wanted to kiss him and have them swallow each other whole. She felt a little weird, like some horny Leatherface who wanted to live in her boyfriend's skin. It was even entirely about sex! That was the wildest thing to her. She felt as if she couldn’t be close enough, couldn’t get anywhere near physical enough to properly convey how much she wanted to be with him. She was hoping she could have sex tonight. Not sex as she'd come to know it, but the words make love still made her nose twitch a little in embarrassment. But that’s what it was. She hoped her boyfriend would make love to her tonight. She chuckled, cracking a joke to herself about saving it for the honeymoon. Then she pouted, a happy one full of whimsy thinking about marrying Eddie. She shook her head, surprised at herself every time she thought about the things she’d made fun of before. She was hopeless and no better than any girl in a romantic comedy now. It felt too good to care.

She was still floating and giddy, hearing the hiss of tires on the damp road outside as she bopped around her trailer turning off lamps and gathering her bigger crossbody bag. She opened the trailer door and bound out, her hair and chest bouncing in her tight sweater before she came to a stop.

“What the hell?” She said with a crinkle of her face. “What are you doing here?” She squeaked out.

Steve Harrington was standing by his car, surprised at how quickly she left the airstream upon his arrival.

“Well don’t you look pretty all dressed up and excited.” His genuine compliment caught her off guard with batting lashes.

“I thought you were Eddie. We’ve got a date tonight. Wait, you know that.” She held out her hands in confusion.

“I do. That’s why I’m here. He sent me.”

“He… sent you?”

“I know what he’s up to. And I was tasked with picking you up and dropping you off.”

“And he can’t do that why?”

“Part of the surprise.”

“I ha-“

“Hate surprises. We know! Get in the car, we’re losing daylight.” He snapped his fingers. She obeyed and trotted in her layers of thick opaque tights under her corduroy pinafore. She ditched the puffy jacket in the car as the Harrington chariot was beyond toasty inside compared to the cavernous van Eddie drove.

“Can I get a hint?”

“Open the glove box.” Steve grinned. She popped the handle to find a map.

“I know we’re a bit out of town but are we going that far?”

“Nah.” Steve shook his head. “Or I’m not anyway.”

“I hate these riddles. This is real life, not D and D. I don’t want to be chauffeured by some bridge troll whose riddles 3 I must answer.”

“Good to know you’re not as big of a nerd as I thought.” Steve grinned.

“I’d be into this if I knew what was happening. I don’t play well with the unknown.”

“Relax. He had a cute idea. I gotta give the guy credit. Under my wing, he’s turning into a real lady killer.”

“We’re driving in the middle of nowhere so maybe saying he’s a lady killer isn’t the best choice of words?”

“Good point. He’s turning into a real charmer.”

“He’s always been charming.” She gave a blushing smile, looking down.

“Different strokes, different folks.” Steve shrugged.

“He charmed you out of your clothes you have no room to talk.”

“I told you, I let him borrow some clothes! That’s the weirdest way to say that.” He complained and Star laughed.

“He charmed me out of mine too Stevie doesn’t worry. No shame. You’re in good company.” She snorted. “We’re going on a hike?” She tapped her fingers over the highlighted path on the park's map.

“You are.”

“Alone?” Star frowned.

“It’s a walk it’s not even a hike.” Steve clarified. “You’re barely going a couple of miles and it’s all a well-beaten, marked trail. You’ll be fine.”

“I can navigate a city without much issue but throw me in the woods and I might as well just have bear food written on my forehead.”

“There aren’t bears around here.” He laughed.

“When you have to call out a search party tonight when I don’t show up to whatever this end point is you won’t be laughing.”

“Don’t be so dramatic. You and Eddie were made for each other I swear. The only two who could put up with your theater kid level energy.”

“It’s a lot like jock energy. Both very high-level and physical. Both involve a lot of handling balls.” Star chuckled.

“Except jocks do it in public and you do it in private.” Steve joined in on the joke.

“You handle plenty of balls in private, I'm sure Steve.”

“Oh, my Wednesday nights?” He snorted out a dorky laugh that made Star wanna pinch his cheek.

“I’m really glad you and Eddie became friends, you know.”

“Aw shucks.” He goofed. “He’s a good guy. A little weird but then again he thinks I’m a little weird so what does weird even mean anyway?” He Shrugged. “I’m glad you two are together too. For what it’s worth. You make sense together.”

“And we can do stuff like this now too. Him getting you in on his little schemes. Maybe we can all three hang out. Or four I should say, Robin would be furious if we left her out.” Steve laughed and nodded.

“You two can have the time you need alone tonight and once you come up for air from your nasty little love nest I’m sure you’re gonna disappear into this weekend you can call me up and we’ll plan something, alright?”

“I take it your part of this date is coming to an end?” She felt the car slowing, Steve pulling off the paved road.

“Afraid so.” He sucked his teeth. “That trailhead is the path on that map. This.” He grabbed a flashlight from the back seat and handed it to her. “Is for you just in case it starts getting dark. It shouldn’t be more than a half hour.”

“He better have something special at the end of this. Making me walk alone for hours.”

“Again with the theatrics. You like being out in nature. Get a good pace and enjoy the scenery. It’s really beautiful out here. Give it a chance.”

“Man, you can get a girl to agree to anything.” She pinched his cheek and he smacked her hand away making her laugh. “You’re right. I just hate not knowing.”

“Don’t worry. Don’t think about it too much. You two will have a great night. Use the walk to think of what you wanna say, you know? Get in the right headspace.”

“That’s the plan. Thanks, Steve. For driving me and helping him out with this.”

“Eh, worst case scenario I get to be the last person who sees you alive.”

“Steve!” She squealed and laughed.

“Now go on! Get!” He slapped her thigh and unlocked the door. “Go make that freaks dreams come true.” He shot her a wholesome smile before she watched the expensive car shrink to nothing as it drove away.

She looked at the map in her hand after snuggling into the puffer coat that had protected her from a couple of Chicago winters. The flashlight that could double as a weapon was shoved into her bag, barely room left in it as it was. It was near dusk, still plenty of light, and the moon would be bright if the clouds stayed away, she wasn’t entirely concerned about her ability to do this, but she was partially convinced she’d get lost.

Luckily for her, the path was well laid out, as promised. There were intermittent signs when paths forked or connected and although it was far darker sooner under the thick canopy of evergreens she was still managing alright. She noticed the trail stopped right at the water, wondering if she’d end up having to get wet. She wondered if rain boots would’ve been a better choice. As the sky turned into a watercolor painting, it grew colder and she could hear what took her a while to convince herself was music being played up ahead. She figured she was getting close.

Over the small hill, she saw the trees drop off, as she made her way with slower steps, being sure to not breathe so heavily when she finally got to Eddie. The sky came into view, a backdrop of mountains and a skyline that immediately looked familiar. She sidestepped down as the trail ended, the thick trees stopping for sandier earth to break through to a small clearing with a picnic table and a valley view of the far side of the lakes.

Eddie stood in his layers, one of the many scarves Star had made him on but not wrapped around his neck. He swayed as he took his handful of rocks, slipping them across the surface of the water. Star took it in for a moment. The beautiful view, both of the landscape and Eddie letting out small grunts and noises of approval or dissatisfaction at his skipping attempts. She was pulled back to the chilly night in October they'd run from the cops and ended up here. It felt like a lifetime ago now, but it’d only been mere months. A song from the mixtape she made was playing softly from a boom box on the seat of the table. An old camping heat lamp sat on top with a glowing light around it. Blankets covered the seats and tabletop, and another stuffed into the bags under the table. He’d made a cozy little spot for them, one with a fond memory attached. Any annoyance she’d had for having to walk alone was quickly forgotten, being touched by the effort he’d put in.

Eddie spun all the way around with a throwing attempt, stopping himself and stumbling a bit when he saw Star's appearance against the tree line.

“Star! Hey! You made it!” He lit up like a Christmas tree at the sight of her, making her smile go soft, tipped with pinked cheeks from her brisk walk and the nippy air. A few strands of hair fell out around her face, her beanie snug on her head.

“It took a little longer than I expected.” She stated in place as he jogged the short distance toward her to bring her into a hug.

“I figured we’d be here a while don’t worry about it. I was prepared no matter how long you took.” He said supportively, pulling away to have his hands rest on her arms. “Leave it to you to find a way to make comfortable warm clothes cute.” He dropped his fingers to the buttons on her dress, a cream turtleneck under a burnt orange corduroy pinafore paired with layers of thick knit tights. Her black jacket went past her waist, long and sturdy to hold up against the Chicago winter wind. She was perfectly warm and had made many attempts to look cute while doing so.

“I’m not gonna lie, I tried very hard to.” She gave a light laugh as she looked to study him in his layers of knit, leather, and denim. He was wearing long johns under his jeans, she could see the soft material instead of his knobby scarred knees that usually glimpsed through the worn and styled holes.

“You were very successful.” He said with a warm smile, kissing her cheek. His lips were warm, but his nose was cold. “You sure you’re warm in a dress? Let’s get you by the heat.” He took her by the hand to lead her toward the table.

“I’ve got thick tights and then these knit ones over top. Not to mention shorts under the dress.” She lifted the almost knee-length hem to show spandex shorts creating another layer of protection.

“If I wore dresses I think I’d always wear shorts under them. Otherwise, I’d be giving everyone a show for free.” He chuckled and gently directed her to sit on the bench seat, already feeling her face begin to thaw. He hopped to the other side of the table to sit across from her.

“That’s why I wear so many long skirts and keep the short ones for you.”

“And it never goes unappreciated.” He shakes his head, his hair bouncing to frame his broad smile. “I’ve got blankets if you want them too.” He looked under the table and she smiled at his almost nervousness, tending to her.

“I’m okay right now. The lamp is doing the job.” She nodded tightly. “But there is one thing I’d like.”

“What?” He looked with high brows, hands on the table ready to jump when she said.

“I’d rather you sit next to me.” She pushed her chin to her shoulder in a sweet addition to her words.

“Yeah?” He gave a crooked smile as if he were touched by the simple request. “I brought some food I didn’t wanna crowd you.”

“You couldn’t crowd me even if you were inside me, Eddie, c’mere.” She lightly laughed and pat the bench by her. He clumsily threw his long legs over and jumped to her side like an excited puppy.

“It gets a little crowded inside you sometimes.” He joked with a big smile as he slid in next to her, straddling the bench and putting her leg over his to get closer, wrapping his arms around her from the side.

“And whose fault is that?” She scolded playfully, tapping his pink nose. He took her hands into his.

“It’s hard being gods favorite.” He pouted and sent Star into a laugh. She sat and watched as he dutifully tended to her cold hands, rubbing and blowing in cycles. He kissed her bare skin and breathed with a hiss into his hands to warm hers. “You find the place okay?”

“Well enough. I wasn’t the happiest about not knowing where I was going but now that I’m here I get why you didn’t tell me.”

“So you DO remember it?”

“Of course I do, not every day you get to run from the cops.” She nodded to the quickly turning navy sky. “Or that view.”

“I thought it’d be nice to go somewhere where we couldn’t be disturbed. That had some meaning for us.”

“It was very clever. I see why you came before I did. You brought enough stuff you probably broke your back carrying it all you poor thing.” She doted on him, turning to face him more head-on with a leg bent onto the bench. She rubbed his arms and squeezed his lean but strong arms in an attempt to soothe them.

“It wasn’t too bad.” He looked at her hands bashfully, the act of being loved on still something that he wasn’t used to. “I did bring us some food. I figured you’d be hungry after that walk.”

“You thought of everything.” She leaned in and pecked his lips and his lashes fluttered for a moment at the sudden contact.

“Didn’t want you cranky.” He leaned in and teased.

“Me? Cranky? Never.” she raspberries her lips.

“Uh huh sure.” He raise his brows, voice cracking as he sold the insincerity. He leaned down to open the small cooler he’d put bowls into. “I will agree with you only to keep to the terms of the boyfriend contract I agreed to.” He grinned. “Hell yeah, they aren’t cold yet.” He muttered, handing her a plastic butter container that still felt warm to the touch.

“The great mystery of what’s in the leftover butter container.” She chuckled as he pulled out another. She reached down to pop the lid and he put his hand over hers suddenly. Star blinked up confused.

“I tried it and I don’t think it’s bad but if it is you can tell me. If won't hurt my feelings.”

“Yes, it would.” Star teased and Eddie bashfully looked away.

“I would get over. I could use some constructive criticism. From you. Because I love your food. I want to be able to make you food too.” He almost mumbled it, as if he were ashamed.

“I’ll start waiting until you come over to cook. That sound good? You can help me.”

“I’d like that.” He nodded with big sweet cow eyes that watched as he released her hand and she popped the lid to find spaghetti and meatballs. “I didn’t make the meatballs! But I mean I heated them up. They were frozen and I didn’t make the sauce like you do, it’s from a jar but I didn’t burn anything.” He gave a nervous smile.

“Don’t sell yourself short, babe. You gotta start somewhere.” She insisted, plucking a fork from his hand and stabbing into the steamed food. She was starving, and that might’ve factored into how good she thought it was. It wasn’t from scratch like he said but she was touched by the gesture nonetheless. She wiped some sauce off his cheek as he noisily slurped up saucy noodles. “Thank you for making us something. It was very sweet.” She smiled and gave him a soft short kiss. “It’s good too. I was starving. I’ve been too nervous to eat today.”

“Nervous?” He asked with a mouthful of mashed meatballs. “Why?”

“I know we’re gonna talk and I know it’s not like the ‘we need to talk’ sort of talk but it means me having to talk about my feelings and that still makes me as jittery as a virgin on prom night.” She chuckled. “I’m just as inexperienced when it comes to sharing real feelings you know? Talking about things that matter. They mean a lot and it comes with a lot of baggage but I promise I’ve been practicing and thinking about it and writing it all down so I can properly convey the things I want to.” She had a serious face all wide-eyed and severe with the lantern light becoming a harsher source of main light between them. His turn to give her a kiss for comfort.

“It’s just me. If there's anyone you shouldn’t be nervous around it’s me.” He offered with the idea that he wasn’t precisely that for her.

“Just you?” She chuckled, digging through her spaghetti. “Just the one person I care about most in the world. The one person whose opinion I’ll take into consideration over my own. The one person that has the power to make or ruin my life with one word.” She looked amused as she gathered another load of noodles onto the fork. “Just you.” She shook her head meeting his eyes, and a sigh before shoving another fork full into her mouth.

“You mean that?” It hurt her heart to see he even considered that she might be sarcastic about those facts.

“Of course I do Eddie.” Her voice was soft, keeping the conversation just between them even if there was possibly no one around for miles to hear. “I’m taking this whole thing. Us. Very seriously. Even though I act like it doesn’t mean everything to me sometimes for the sake of being funny, it’s always true. That’s why I’m so nervous. Do you have any idea how nerve-wracking it is to find yourself feeling things you didn’t think were real? Or that if they were, that you would certainly never experience? I may have a lot of life experience packed into my 19 years but I don’t have any experience when it comes to things like this.” She kept eating and talking, Eddie subtly smiling at her the entire time as she mumbled and munched, her words and face serious but the red splatters of sauce around her mouth made him find her adorable beyond her words.

“Neither do I.” He offered with a one-sided shrug, another mouthful.

“Are you as scared as I am?”

“More.” He said with a mouthful and it made her laugh.

“That helps”.

“I’m scared all the time.” He admitted.

“I am too.” She nodded. “I can’t believe I thought I could not care and be fearless. I thought I had it, I really did. I was stupid. Well, in denial. Now that I’m feeling my feelings and not ignoring them everything is so much. All the time.”

“It never ends.”

“Constant state of what the hell?” They shared a mutually understanding laugh at themselves.

“Well. I got us some pop for energy. And a couple of beers for bravery if we need them. But I’d rather do this sober, to be honest.”

“I would too.” She nodded quickly. “We can smoke later back at my place. You are staying tonight right?”

“If you want me to.”

“Always assume I do.” She smiled and took another oversized bite.

“I can do that.” He grinned sheepishly and turned his face back to the almost empty container.

“Did you have anything specific in mind? That’s a dumb question of course you do.” She pursed her lips.

“Hey, not a dumb question.” He reached out and put his hand over hers, making her look at his face. “I was going to see where the conversation led us. Did you want to start with something?”

“We never have a hard time rambling do we?” She gave a much more reassuring smile. “We can start with the bad part, the fight. I know we’ve talked about it a little but… we’ve had a lot of time to think so I figured it was worth revisiting.”

“Totally agree.” He sat his container aside, a hollow scrape across the tabletop. “You know I’m sorry. I approached the whole thing wrong. I had an expectation. Which was dumb. I didn’t understand what you were going through. But I thought I did. So I thought if I forced you to see things from my perspective maybe you’d agree. Or that by baring my soul you’d be moved to see that you felt the same way or… something.” His face winced. “I hate to admit how very little thought went into what I said.” He rubbed his nose. “I was scared. I don’t remember half of what I said.”

“ It’s fuzzy when I think about it. Did I hear you right or did I turn it into something else that I thought you were saying?”

“Exactly.” He said with relieved eyes.

“I’m sorry too. As you know.” She muttered in addition. “When you’ve been through things like I have, you do things that don’t make sense to anyone on the outside. Sometimes they don’t make sense to you either but it’s something my brain does because it makes me think it’s keeping me safe. Not saying it back was that for me. If I said it, now logically I know this isn’t true, but if I didn’t say it then it couldn’t hurt me because it wasn’t “real”.” She did air quotations. “It was my way of protecting myself from how much it scared me to feel the way I do about you. If I made it real, then I’d have to figure out all these terrifying emotions you make me feel and deal with them. That’s closer to the real reason anyway. On the surface it was Bobby. That voice in the back of my head told me I’d fuck it up. That I didn’t deserve it. All that. That was my excuse, to live in that version of myself that I knew already. I know how she works. She runs on fear and hides and is stunted and therefore things don’t change and if they don’t change then she can’t be caught off guard or hurt because she knows what’s going to happen. But… people are supposed to change. And I was holding onto someone who was holding me back. And I see that now. I mean I did then too I just didn’t have the balls to believe things could be good for me.” He reached out after scooting closer to her to hold her hands in his.

“I think I weirdly understand what you mean. Where it applies to me, anyway. The staying the same because it’s comforting almost.” She nodded in agreement. “I’ve liked people before, thought I might be falling for them in one way or another but when I’d tell them I’d be met with a no. In whatever form that was. Getting laughed at, patronized, ignored, rejected. I felt so strongly about you, that you… that we were different and that it couldn’t possibly go that way again. That I’d fix you by telling you how I felt or something. That was my ego, I guess.” He rolled his eyes at himself. “Then when you didn’t reciprocate in the way I thought I got defensive. And I’m sorry. For whatever it said that hurt you, I’m sorry.”

“You did hurt me.” She admitted with tight lips. “More than I thought possible.”

“I’ll do everything I can to make it up to you. I can’t keep saying sorry like it fixes everything I know I-“ she put her fingers to his mouth to shush him.

“I do forgive you. We were both wrong. I’m sorry too. I should’ve been more open with you but I was afraid.”

“Me too.” He had sad eyes but a small tight smile. “I mean, I had to forgive you. With the card.” It grew and turned contagious. “I’m but a mortal man. I cannot forgo the rules of the card.” Eddie watched as she hid her face in her hands and laughed.

“It was a last-ditch effort. Did it work?” She laughed, peeking from behind her fingers.

“It did. In more ways than one. The fact that you kept it at all told me a lot.”

“I put it in my bedside table. I didn’t want to lose it. I kept it close the entire time.”

“The fact that you remembered some silly little game that me and Wayne played…” he shook his head and smiled. “The action said more than your words did with that one.”

“Especially since I was precisely lacking in the words department.” She poked fun at herself.

“Except you didn’t!” He perked up and leaned in, taking her hands again. “The songs. Your note was simple. I heard what I needed in the songs. The tape was really what made me realize you loved me. Everything made so much sense.”

“I was hoping it would.” She rubbed her thumbs on his hand. “I feel better prepared now to explain how you make me feel but at the time I used what I knew. Which was music. Something we both love.”

“How long did you spend making that tape?”

“Oh god, days. Hours and days.” She laughed. “I ruined so many tapes trying to make it.”

“It was perfect, by the way. It felt so you.”

“Yeah?” She said shyly. “I put my heart and soul into it. Sweat, blood, tears, the whole thing.”

“I did want to know why you picked some of the songs, some were obvious but others I wanted to see from your perspective. I want to know how your brain works.”

“I can talk about 'em if you want.” She gave a hug of her chin toward him, offering a closed-lip smile.

“C’mere.” He motioned soft her to come closer. He stretched to bring the portable stereo closer. “Sit back and let's dissect your hard work.” He pat his chest and she gave him her back, letting his head crane over her shoulder.

“This is like when you ask me about your dungeon builds.” She smiled, him kissing her temple as she fidgeted with the buttons.

“Show me the method behind your madness, milady.”

“Not as intricate or clever as your builds, that’s for sure.”

“Made this hardened black heart cry.” She felt him shrug and she turned to see his face watching her.

“You’re the softest man I’ve ever known, Eddie there’s no hard black heart in there.” She teased.

“For as mean as I was to you, I disagree.”

“I hurt you, you reacted. At least it was honest. And now we can talk about it. You could’ve held it all in and lied and we’d still be where we were.”

“I like where we’re going now.” She put her arm over his wrapped around her middle.

“I couldn’t fit all the songs you’d played for me on here, but I tried to get the main ones. I had so much to say, ironically enough, that I couldn’t take up space with filler. You know what songs you played for me, you don’t need a reminder.” She clicked down buttons with her non-Eddie petting hand.

“You got the best ones.” He agreed, cheek to her temple. “You got the one that I played the night I realized I was in love with you.” He added softly, gently as if the information might upset her. Instead, she turned in his arms, grip tightening with an unintentional plea in her eyes as they looked up at him.

“Which one?” She whispered.

“It’s always Fleetwood Mac with you isn’t it?” He grinned, a slow rise into deep dimples.

“Has to be Make Lovin Fun.” She giggled a smile to match his in its childish joy. “You remember the night you realized that?”

“Hit me like you hit that guy with your car. Probably harder.” He chuckled.

“It’s funny because…” she opened her mouth to shut it and look away, a blush rising to her cheeks. “That’s the night that I realized it. With you, I mean.”

“You would choose the night I got beat up.” He wrinkled his nose playfully and bit her cheek lightly. “If I got you out of it. Totally worth it.” He smiles into her blushing cheek.

“Stop.” She whispered out a whine of embarrassment. “I don’t know how to respond genuinely to that.” She laughed. “I wanna make fun of you for being so corny but I like it. A lot. It’s very warm and fuzzy and I don’t want you to stop being all gushy about me like that. Ever. It’s the best.”

“Then I won’t.” His voice was light and easy and soothing for her fluttering stomach. “Why that night?” He asked with an uptick in his chin.

“Why was it the night you played that song?”

“I asked you first.” He stuck out his tongue.

“Dammit. Okay.” She acted as if she was annoyed to answer but he only squeezed her tighter. “I felt that connection and that was a lot. Finding you and following my gut. Then feeling so strongly I blacked out at the idea that someone had hurt you. That was also a lot to take in. But…well there’s a song for it, actually”

“One of the songs was about that night?”

“Yeah, the Todd Rundgren one.”

“Saw the light in your eyes.” He muttered as she found it on the cassette. “I thought that one was oddly spot on. Not just for that night but in general. I figured it happened to you like me, where you suddenly had it hit you. And you realize you knew it all along.”

“A feeling hit me oh so strong, about you. Then you gazed up at me and the answer was plain to see. Cause I saw the light in your eyes. Fuckin Todd out here making the best albums in history and a song that sucker-punched me right in the feelings. He said it better than I could.” She pursed her lips at the music playing. “I can still see it. I don’t even have to close my eyes. You all woozy and unfocused, me begging you to look at me and holding you.” Her eyes seemed far away as he watched her. He kissed her cheek lightly to not distract her. “You were lit in a Rembrandt light with the headlights. God, you were beautiful.” She sighed. “I saw your eyes focus on me, you saying my name, the lights bright and making those big doe eyes look impossibly wet and large. You looked at me like I was the only thing you wanted to see at that moment.”

“Cause you were, baby.” He said softly into her hair, nuzzling his nose at her. Remembering how she’d been crying and calling him the same pet name.

“The thought of losing you hit me like my car did Greg. I felt it in my whole body. I was faced with the fear you could’ve been… you know... dead or comatose or something terrible I just…” she took in a sharp breath and he saw her eyes shining in the full moonlight. “I realized I couldn’t live without you.” She looked down, her fingers picking at the cuff of his jacket absent mindlessly. “The way you held my hand in the car, kissed it. Caring about me during all that. It was too much for me. Scared the shit out of me. Even though it was exactly what you should’ve done. I mean, if me loving you was your goal. Which I’m guessing it was.”

“Always has been if we’re being honest.” His smile was oddly smug.

“Even though I told you from the first time you tried to ask me out that it wouldn’t happen?”

“There’s a thin line between stupidity and optimism. I like to think I move between the two seamlessly.” He grinned. “From that night at the party I was hopeless. Even if you were a little mean.”

“You like it when I’m a little mean.” She snickered

“You’re good at it. You haunted me for what felt like months and then you finally appeared and I knew I couldn’t let you slip away again. I didn’t expect all this, to fall in love and be forced into this… growth and learning all this about myself, they’re perks, really”.

“Really shitty perks.”

“But necessary” he laughed

“True.” She nodded. “You said you were okay with being my friend though. Were you really?”

“Like I said, what’s stupid and what’s optimistic? I was willing to be anything to you. If you didn’t change your mind I’d live. I’d have an amazing badass friend out of it and that’s a win too. I never bargained for all this.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t realize it sooner.” He shushed her.

“It’s all turned out exactly how it was meant to.” He reassured her.

“You know. On Maggie May. Eddie May.” She chuckled. “I always thought the bit about you led me away from home, just to save you from being alone was about you.”

“How?” He asks with a snort.

“That you were lonely before I showed up here. That you asked the universe to not be lonely. And that led to the things that brought me right to you. You led me away from home. So you didn’t have to be alone. It all worked out how it was supposed to.”

“I love the way your mind works. I don’t think I tell you that enough.”

“You don’t.” She smiled. “But it’s true. I remember singing it and feeling it and it was like I was talking to you.”

“You DO remember it?” He asked, but shocked

“I remembered from the moment I woke up.” She admitted with a frown. “Sober me wasn’t brave enough to admit it. I cried so much that day.”

“You started acting weird after that. I had a suspicion you remembered.”

“You were right. I was just being a pussy." he planted a long kiss on her temple.

“It led you to be here with me. Tonight. Under a full moon talking about our feelings like two people who know a damn thing.” His voice held laughter. Star gazed up at the moon. It reassured her.

“I don’t know much but I know I love you.” She said willingly. Her voice was calm and sweet as if she’s said it 100 times before.

He turned to face her, his hand a light suggestion to her chin to have her face him.

“Let me hear it again?” His voice was a whisper but his face held back glee.

“I love you.” She said with the same calmness and ease. “I do. I mean it. I wish I’d said it sooner but I can say it more to make up for it now. I’m ready. I want to be able to bare my soul to you. I want to do these things that scare me because it makes me dependent on you. I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life figuring out what that means with you.”

“You really do love me.” a statement not a question.

“So much it scares me. I don’t have an option anymore. I’ve given up control and given myself over to the gods about it. I’m here to simply love you as best I can while we’re here.”

“You want a life with me?“

“You sound like you have a hard time believing it.” her brow creased, head tilted as she looked over his face.

“I am.” his large eyes grew with a sweep of his head.

“Why?”

“Why? Exactly! Why me? I can hardly stand being around myself for too long, the idea that someone would want to be with me forever on purpose is a bit baffling.”

“I’m not you. I don’t see you how you see you. I see you how I see you. And that’s as someone worthy of my devotion.”

“I need to work on that.” he mutters with furrowed brows, looking away from her giving face.

“I think me being honest with you about how I love you will help. Help you love yourself by seeing you how I see you. There are so many moments that have passed where I wanted to say something to you but I didn’t. Like, a compliment. Or having a moment of being overwhelmed with how much I love you. I’m looking forward to being able to tell you these things.”

“I am too. I get so stupid sometimes just watching you. And I’ve wanted to tell you how gorgeous you are.”

“Like when?” She snuggled closer.

“Like the night we came here.” She hummed happily and shook her head up at him as he put his arm back around her, crowding them together.

“That was a fun night.”

“I didn’t have the nerve to tell you then but you were beyond gorgeous that night. Ethereal. Arwen level beautiful.” He gestured broadly and she moved as he did, jostled slightly with his exaggeration.

“Thanks.” She smiled softly. “I enjoyed the dancing. It meant a lot to me.”

“I won’t lie to you, I didn’t.” He chuckled and winced. “BUT because I knew it made you happy I didn’t really mind. But having you mad at me is the worst feeling ever. I had to step up and do something that night. Robin talked me into it.”

“She’s weirdly good at that when she isn’t trying.”

“Right? Sometimes I guess I need someone to kick me in the ass and tell me to stop being such a pussy.” He laughed. “Especially when it came to you.”

“I needed the same.” Star shrugged away his concern. “I remember we had really good sex that night.” She giggled, looking down.

“It’s always really good.” he said leaning into her ear and kissing her cheek again. “But seeing you in lingerie was… attempted murder.”

“Good.” She grinned. “I like it when you’re all gooey and grabby over me like that.”

“Noted.” He promised. “For as good as the sex was and as sexy as you were in lingerie and that nerdy role play we had going on, I think when we were here might’ve been the top of the night for me.”

“Here?” She asked with a tilted head.

“You remember what you said?” He asked with a kind tone, lifting a piece of the blanket on the tabletop. “About all these markings?” She looked for a moment, her fingertips doing just as they had then, and explored the untold love stories adorning the weathered wood.

“I was really in my feelings wasn’t I?” She grinned at her past self. “Talking about romance when it was happening to me right at that moment.” She shook her head, amused at her frightened self. “You were so nice to me about it.” She met his eyes, black and large in the now navy sky reflected in them.

“It hit me. What you said. It was poignant, really. I saw how soft you were for a fraction of a second and I didn’t want to lose her.”

“You don’t have to worry about that now.” She let out a happy sigh, feeling his grip on her hand tighten. “You’re not gonna lose me. I’ll keep trying to be her, that soft girl. Promise. She just scares me a bit sometimes is all.” She let out an amused huff.

“She’s a poet.” He said supportively. “Talking about immortality through love and life after death through being remembered. It was beautiful, Star.” His earnest tone had always cut her down so quickly. She was weak to it, the tenderness of his hard appearance juxtaposed. “I might’ve stolen some of it actually?” He let out a grin with a wrinkled nose and rubbed his thigh nervously before returning his hand to hers.

“Stole it?” She laughed.

“For a song. I’d been sitting on it for a while. I didn’t want the guys giving me shit for writing a love song, you know? But being immortal because of love? That sounds metal as fuck.”

“Do I get to hear it?”

“Sometime.” He nodded. “It needs a lot of work. But there are lots of songs you inspired I’ve been working on. I have a journal too, ya know. It’s not a diary like yours but it’s got my more artistic stuff in it.”

“You wrote songs about me?” Her voice was higher pitched as her eyes gave away how much the gesture touched her.

“Of course I did. Most of my first album is gonna be about you you know.” He grinned and kissed her head.

“Do I get a cut?” She teased.

“I mean if we were married you’d be getting the benefit and money from it anyway.” he spoke with less confidence for his first statement, still a bit squirrelly and shy of saying the idea out loud. The next was far more confident and cocky. “Since it’ll be a platinum record.” He put on a big cheesy grin to hide the desire he had for both things to be true for him. She was soft and silent for a moment, looking over his face and letting out a happy sigh.

“You know?” She paused before meeting his eyes again. “I believe that.” She said with a single nod.

“Believe it?”

“I think you could go platinum.” She said seriously. He laughed and blushed, shoving her away slightly and muttering.

“C’mon Star.” He mumbled and hid behind his hair.

“I mean it.” She said, turning his face back toward her. “You’re special. You’re talented. You’re a hard worker and you’re a good person. If anyone deserves it, it’s you.”

“You… seriously?” She saw the fear and hesitation.

“I wouldn’t lie to you about it. If I thought you weren’t good I’d say so. I couldn’t stand to watch you get heartbroken over it. But you’re really good. I mean you’re just starting, so you’re good for how much experience you have, but you have so much potential. You love the music. It’s not a money and chicks gig for you. I mean I’m sure it doesn’t hurt.” She smirked and he shoved her with his shoulder. “But you have to be a little crazy to make it. You have to love it. And you’re both of those things.” She chuckled. “I felt like I should say that. Since we’re together, you know. I don’t want you to write about me in your autobiography later on and say I didn’t support you.”

He looked like he might cry. One thing Eddie always needed was validation. He’d never admit it. But having someone build him up instead of tearing him down, to offer their support and love was all he ever needed from anyone. For Star to make him feel important and special. Not to mention non jokingly give him hope for his deepest desires and pipe dreams? He felt the prickle of tears.

“You don’t have to-“ he swallowed audibly. “Thank you.” He decided on, meeting her eyes and having her put her hands on his cheeks.

“I mean it, baby.” She whispered. He closed his eyes and a tear fell, a smile kissing her thumbs as she rubbed it away. “I know it means a lot to you. I have big dreams too. Nothing's harder than making a living off your art. We can be delusional together, yeah?”

That’s a hard way to live. You sure you want that?” He rasped out, his hands on her wrists.

“I do.” She nodded and leaned in close. “When you love someone you have to love all of them. And I mean when you really love someone. The kind that makes you feel even crazier than you are and want to believe in your wildest dreams because if something this good can happen to you then why couldn’t everything else you want? The kind of feeling that’ll make you believe in…” she stopped and gulped, feeling her mother in the back of her head as she let it all tumble out unfiltered. The tears warmed her eyes, beginning to match his. She’d promised. “I’m willing to believe in a fairy tale kind of love, a tall tale of a life now, Eddie. That doesn’t mean I’m not still terrified. But if you can promise me that you’ll be just as crazy as I am, to believe in this, in us. that we’ll be insane but we’ll be insane together, then…” she fluttered her lashes feeling warmth in her chest bloom.

She paused and took a deep breath and he lovingly doted on her, letting her take her time. He’d have waited years to hear these words from her and he was giving her the patience to let her do it how she needed.

“In Chicago, I went to see my mentor, a friend of my mom's. She’s a psychic medium and I asked her about the things I was afraid of. About you, and us. Because my cards have been telling me we were made for each other and I felt like you were too good to be true and I couldn’t believe something so picturesque could happen to me. But she told me you were a gift and my mom…” Star let a sob leave her and Eddie kissed the tears on her cheeks as they fell, feeling as caught up as she was. “My mom came through to talk to her and she said you were a gift and that I should believe every sign I'd been shown because it was all true.” She started to cry, shaky breaths as she moved him back to meet his eyes. “And if it’s true then we’re as made for each other as two people can be. And I want it to be true, Eddie. I want you to be it for me. My first and last and everything between. This has to be more than me being young and in love for the first time and being blind to logic or reason. Because I love you so much I don’t think I could handle us being anything less than soulmates.” She cried, she broke and let it out, a release that had been building for months.

He cried with her, grabbed her up, and kissed her hard. She stuttered and shook, lips trembling as they fought to kiss him back. When they failed to grip his back, she spoke with the rest of her body. She pulled his neck down as he kissed her cheeks. She moved to sit in his lap, legs to either side of his as they held each other. He kissed her tears away, everyone that had slipped past the guard of his mouth and trailed down her jaw and throat he caught each salty fear as it was released and took it away from her. He held her as she was, so brave and bold to confess her deepest wants and fears to him. He let her cry and snuggle, whimpering into his neck as she regulated herself, having gotten swept away and raw with emotion. Her breathing settled, a rise and fall with the occasional stutter, his lips to her ear as she’d sank into him, a warm hand to her head and his arm around her body to keep her close and comfort her.

“I want those things to be true more than anything.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to the shell of her ear. “We both love fantasy, right? But we love it because it’s about lives we can’t live. People like us don’t get those fairy tale lives, do we? But there you were. Thrust into my arms from the moment I saw you. And I've never wanted you out of them for a second since. And I don’t ever want you to not be in them. If you… someone as brave and strong and cynical as you can believe we’re special, that we’re really some cosmic pairing then, baby I’ll believe it too. With every part of this jaded, cynical, black heart of mine I promise you I’ll be just as crazy as you.” As he spoke she raised, face warm from his hair and neck and now his hands as they wiped away the last of her tears. She returned the favor, soft small kisses to his temples and cheeks as he spoke softly but full of conviction. He rasped and whispered, fighting the urge to be overtaken with emotion. He wanted to be strong for her.

“I love you so much.” An angel sighing out a love spell couldn’t have sounded more perfect to his love-starved heart. With closed eyes from her kisses landing on his lids, he kept them shut to bask in the glow of it. She kissed his forehead and his cheeks. “I’m sorry it took me so long. I’m sorry… to you and myself that I was so afraid of it. It’s still scary, loving you this much. It feels like my chest might explode when I think about it too much. Like there’s so much love there my body can’t contain it. It had to be this way so I couldn’t deny it I suppose. But I love you. So much.” She kissed his lips and felt him smile.

“Say it again, sweetheart.” He then felt her return the smile.

“I love you.” She kissed him again and he groaned. “I love you, Eddie. You and only you.”

“I love you.” He smiled and kissed her back. “I love you so much it makes me crazy, baby.” He overtook her in his arms, tightening around her like she might get pulled away. His hand held her head, keeping their lips from parting as anything except becoming one singular entity wasn’t acceptable.

“I’m.” She spoke between overtaking of her lips by his. “Sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize, it’s okay.” He whispered am into her mouth.

“I feel like I have so much to tell you. I'm sorry is just one of a million things.”

“That’s why we’re here.” He put his forehead to hers. “I'm all ears.” He promised. “And all yours.” He saw a smile grow and overtake her whole face, turning into a girlish giggle as she hid her face away from him, the heat in her cheeks visible and vulnerable. “You’re the cutest thing I've ever seen. You know that?”

“Eddie.” She whined and his her face into his neck.

“Get used to it baby, you’ve got a lifetime of dealing with me telling you these things now.”

“I won’t.” She kissed his head. “But I’ll try to not let it make me all embarrassed.”

“You’re adorable when you’re embarrassed.”

“You’re so sweet.” She huffed it out like she couldn’t believe him.

“Something about you makes me want to be.”

“I’ve never felt like this before.” She giggled again. “You make me want to run away and hide but in a good way?”

“I don’t know what the hell I'm doing.” He gave her a big grin and it made her smile before she planted another kiss on him.

“Me either.” She shrugged.

“We can figure it out together.” He nuzzled his nose to hers. She sighed into him, letting her body go slack except for the muscles it took to kiss him back. “According to you we’re immortal so there’s no rush to figure it all out tonight.“

“Did I make us vampires in a session and forgot?” She giggled.

“No.” He said softly, “It’s a big reason I brought you here.” He moved to pull back a corner of the blanket on the table. “You were talking about love living on through the carvings on here that night. And I saw a spark of romance and hope in you I hadn’t before. Maybe it was from running from the cops or how beautiful you looked with the moon lighting you, but I got to thinking while I sat here by myself and I thought, you know what I want? Her. I want her forever. The idea of being immortal through time travel because of our love was one, metal as hell but also something that felt like such a pipe dream that I had to take the leap.”He scoots them down, pointing to an EM + SR on the table. She could tell it wasn’t fresh as she touched it. The winter months having worn the etching down.

“You did this back in October?”

“I knew I loved you even before then.” She swallowed audibly. “I thought why the hell not take a chance? Carve this here so I could show you again someday. Or just be a testament of my love for you for someone else to think about. Make it real just for a little while, like you said.”

“I think I love you is going to be the new I'm sorry for me because it’s all I know to say.” She confessed quietly, clearly touched by the gesture. “You’re such a goober but then you do shit like this and I’m floored. You keep people at a distance and they don’t get to see this depth and I’m so excited to get to know this man better. This bold man who declares his love with knives and a story when it wasn’t supposed to be spoken yet. You are ahead of your time Eddie Munson. I’m playing catch up to how brilliant you are.”

“The way you talk about me makes me want to believe everything you say about me.”

“Good. I’m not going to stop until you love yourself as much as I Love you.”

“I’ll work on it.” He promises with a small nod.

“I know you will.” She kissed his cheek and wrapped herself around him again.

A feeling of their compatibility being on show through a comfortable silence made them both lose the tension they’d held for the intense emotions they’d marathoned. They sat and looked out at the lake, music soft and filling the voids between conversations. Everything felt calm like the surface of the lake. Their future felt bright like the moon and both warm and cuddled together despite the cold that surrounded them. Once a yawn escaped Star, Eddie suggested they pack up and head back home.

He had an efficient system, everything fitting in or on the backpacks. The lamp was held by Eddie who held Star's hand and pretended to be wandering through a dangerous forest filled with monsters. He used a mix of a goofy voice and his DM voice, both of which Star was a fan of for different reasons. He made her laugh and he hopes the creatures in the woods appreciated the bubbly sound as much as he did. It wasn’t hard to pretend to be in another world that night for him. The whole thing felt supernatural. The way she played along, scurrying up to him and gasping dramatically when he acted as if he’d heard something. Then going on to squeal and scream through the paths as he jumped and grabbed at her sides, a cue for her to act scared. It passed the time quickly, both out of breath from not only exertion as they threw everything into the back of the van. She insisted they listen to some of his music, claiming he needed some balance. Listening to her stuff over and over would make it less special, even though Eddie disagreed, he popped in the first tape that’d been in his holder between the bucket seats of his van surrounded by crumbled notebook pages. She said they could listen to her tape again when they got back to her place. For now, they could cut the intensity of their conversations and simply enjoy the night be two stupid kids in love for a brief moment.

Part 24

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Happy 29th birthday Joseph Quinn x Fem! Reader

➻Wc: 2.1k

➻Warnings 18:

Very Smutty: Cunnilingus, fingering, clit spanking, ass spanking, skin grabbing, biting, scratching, nail digging, nipple sucking, creampies (pls use protection!), daddy kink, squirting, neck sucking. Brief car sex, making out, alcohol use. Slight fluff

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You had bought a new red dress, he always said he liked you in red. You were feeling confident as the day rolled along.

His agent helped you with the plane tickets, the hotel and the other finicky details. All you needed to do was get Joe in the car.

His agent helped you with the plane tickets, the hotel and the other finicky details. All you needed to do was get Joe in the car.

He was lying naked on your bed, gazing at you with those beautiful brown eyes. His hands were grabbing every bit of skin, pulling you right onto his hard throbbing cock.

His hands roughly rubbing your clit, making you gasp and whimper at the sensation. Your legs were positioned either side of him on the bed, his cock was grinding between your folds and teasing your entrance.

You moaned into his mouth as he kissed you, your clit twitching as he slapped it hard. Feeling it pulsate against his skin, his tip edging further and further inside you. Your cunt clenching with every movement of your clit, your nails digging into his skin.

“Fuck baby, I’m going to try to not move until your cunt is dripping wet and begging to be fucked” he growled into your ear.

Making you whimper at his words, biting your lip as he flicked your clit. Feeling it grow wetter and wetter with every movement, his cock twitching inside you.

He brought your nipples closer to his mouth and sucked aggressively on them, feeling you move slowly on his cock from the intense pressure. His fingers still playing with your clit as you rocked back and forth.

“Joe, it feels so good” you whimpered, moving quicker with each moan.

Your cunt was dripping around his cock, pulsating and needing to move. Your nails scratched his chest as he gripped hard onto your hips and slammed your cunt down on his cock.

Listening to you groan as his tip hit into your sweet spot that was feeding your insatiable hunger to be fucked.

He held you down as he began to slam hard into your cunt, the wet sounds flooded his ears. Your clit twitched from the on and off attention it got from being slammed down onto his pelvic bone with every thrust.

Edging you closer and closer to your orgasm, your body shaking, your breath hitched as he gazed at you. Seeing you in such pleasure was the best birthday gift you could ever give him.

''You going to cum all over Daddy's cock for his birthday baby?'' he hummed, the pain from his fingernails made you rock back and forth.

Your moans turned into gasps as your eyes shot open and rolled back as you felt yourself cum. Nodding and whining as you squirted hard over his cock, covering the bed and his thighs.

He smirked, continuing to thrust inside you as you collapsed onto his chest to catch your breath. Your hot and sweaty bodies sticking together as his tip hit your soft spot over and over.

After gaining the energy, your clit clenched around his cock hearing him grunt and groan beneath you gave you the overwhelming feeling of power. Leaning backwards rocking your hips on his tip, it felt sensitive inside as you rode him closer to his orgasm.

''See Daddy, it's your turn to cum. You going to fill this pussy up, Daddy's birthday treat'' you smirked, watching his eyes flash darker as he let you fuck him.

''Oh fuck baby, I'm going to fill your pussy up for my birthday'' he grunted, his cock twitched inside you.

You could feel him trying to refrain from cumming to early but you rode faster and faster until he fucked a thick load of cum inside you. Not stopping until more his cum leaked out, if he got you pregnant right now he really wouldn't mind.

Panting heavily as you fell onto the bed next to him, laughing as he closed his eyes and pretended to snore. He smirked and leant over to kiss you before climbing off the bed and dashing into the bathroom.

As he showered, you organised the rest of the plans with his agent. Your stomach was bubbling with anxiety and excitment, after an hour you both stood on your doorstep as you waited for the car to arrive.

Joe's hand in yours as the blacked out car pulled up, his questioning had begun to annoy you but you hid it well. It was his birthday.

Much to his protesting you forced a black satin blindfold over his eyes as you drove to your first destination.

His favourite restaurant in New York was reserved completely for him as you led him inside.

Watching as his eye lit up with delight at the sight in front of him, you were brought to a table for two overlooking Central Park. You ate lusciously at the restaurant for lunch before taking a stroll through the park.

As it grew closer to the evening, Joe's hand in yours. He pulled you closer to him and kissed you.

''Thank you for a lovely day baby, I have enjoyed it so much'' he grinned, kissing you once more before walking back towards the arranged car.

''It isn't over yet'' you giggled as he fought the black satin blindfold once more.

As he opened the eyes, in front of him was a black tie outfit as you winked at him. He sighed and raised his eyebrows before quickly changing with you in the car, taking your hand as you quickly blindfolded him again and led him into the second venue.

''A bar? oh baby you've out done yourself'' he blushed, resting himself against the bar.

''Not just any bar though baby'' you giggled again, ordering over the bartender for drinks.

''It's the one where we first met'' you both spoke in unison, laughing as your lips smashed together.

The bartender took your drinks as you both remised about your first meeting, you were in a similar outfits which when he noticed his eyes shone even brighter and kissed you harder.

Pushing you hard against his body as his tongue slid into your mouth just as the bartender placed down the drinks in front of you and waited for your payment. Playfully fighting Joe with your card, you won and teased him about it being 'his day'.

You spent just under 2 hours at the bar before you shoved another blindfold over his eyes and shoved him into the car again. His tipsy protesting made you laugh as you dragged out in front of the final venue of the night.

His hand in yours as undid his blindfold, the fancy restaurant was full of live and bright lights. Round the corner all your friends sat around the table, raising their glasses and cheering at the sight of you both.

Joe grinned happily pulling you in for a hot kiss in front of everyone, causing more loud cheers from your friend group before sitting down.

You had arranged a set menu for the whole group with your friends paying ahead, spending a couple of hours with the group before giddily being pushed into the restaurant toilets by Joe.

His hands were all over you as he grinded your clit against his hands, heavy breathing against your face as he kissed you and smirked.

''I have wanted to fuck you since I saw you in that red dress'' he smirked, nibbling onto your neck where his words were mumbled.

''Joe, why don't we sneak out the back? Everyone else is going to go home soon anyway'' you winked, pointing towards the signs on the wall.

A bottle of champagne clinked in your bag as you ran out the staff delivery door giggling with Joe as the cool air hit your faces. The blacked out car started at the sight of you, still giggling as you jumped inside.

His hands were on you as he pushed you onto the backseats of the car, pinching and biting every bit of skin. His rock hard cock pressing against your skin as he lifted up your dress, pulling down your underwear and dropping them onto the floor. He found your clit and sucked softly onto it as the car pulled to a stop, giggling he stopped and stepped out the car.

Your clit throbbing from the brief attention, picking up your belongings and rushed after him. Once inside, his clothes were scattered across the house following them upstairs. Biting your lip as your eyes fell upon his completely naked body once more.

His hands grabbed you and pushed you hard onto the bed, your ass up in the air as his head buried deep between your thighs. Sucking your clit hard as your hips rocked in his face, his fingers played with your opening before sliding them one by one inside you.

Gasping at the pleasure as you rode his fingers hard, pushing your cunt against his face dampening his beard as he edged you closer to your orgasm. Your legs trembling as your head buried deeper into the bed, your moans were loud and quick.

Your eyes rolled back as your body shook, his fingers curling deeper and deeper inside you until you felt yourself squirt all over his face. His fingers continuing to slide in and out of you faster each time until you felt like screaming, your body twitched hard as you felt yourself cum for the second time.

Smirking to yourself, he let you fall onto the bed for second as he stroked his cock and positioned it between your entrance and teased your clit before sliding it inside.

Pulling you closer, he pushed your head back into the bed as his hands spanked hard onto your ass cheeks. His cock sliding in and out of you from behind, the bed rocked as you gripped onto the bed covers for minimal support.

''Fuck Joe, my cunt is so sensitive please be kind to me'' you practically screamed into the bed covers.

He laughed which rippled against your body as he thrusted harder into your dripping cunt, watching it slide in and out of you. Spanking your ass hard, enjoying the feeling as it rippled against his cock.

Panting “fuck, fuck, fuck” hard as you slid back onto his cock from behind, his fingers scratching your back as you continued to thrust back onto his cock until his moans turned into whimpers.

His hands gripped onto your hips and slammed your cunt hard onto his cock, not letting you move a muscle from the speed as his cock made your cunt wetter and wetter.

Your body shook as he thrusted harder into your cunt until you felt yourself cum for the third time that night. Squirting harder onto his cock, the sounds of your cum hitting his body and coating the bed.

He kept fucking your cunt until you felt like you couldn’t cum anymore, his fingernails hurt your hips as he groaned hard. His head tipped back as his eyes shut tightly, his cock twitched as it hit your walls hard.

“Fuck baby, Daddy is going yo fill your cunt up even more today.” He moaned pathetically as his body began to slow down his thrusts.

You rocked your hips weakily on his cock as he twitched more quickly inside you, his body shook as he came hard inside you. Not stopping completely until the mixture of your cum seeped out your sore and swollen cunt.

He hummed as he leant backwards, watching the cum slide out you with his cock. His fingers slid between your entrance, dipping inside you and lifting out the cum mixture.

Sucking it slightly off his fingers before lifting your head up and forcing his fingers in your mouth until you gagged. Making sure you tasted it too.

He spanked your ass and clit hard until you whimpered with overstimulation and exhaustion. Kissing down your body as he let you collapse onto the bed.

His body snaked around yours from behind, gripping hard onto your body as his head nestled into your neck and hummed.

“I love you baby, thank you for today. We both got some treats today” he kissed your head and neck as he felt you fall asleep quickly in his arms.

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Servant Turned Empress

Emperor Geta x f!servant reader

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

summary: As nothing but a measly servant to the Emperors of Rome, you never thought that the eldest of the two would see you as more than such. But you were wrong, oh so wrong.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, Augustus.”

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

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

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

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

“And...?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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What the Emperor Wants

Part Eleven

Summary: Passions are aflame but a stormy cloud rolls in.

Notes/Warning: 18+ & over, p in v sex, consensual sex, mentions & thoughts about old gods, dated thoughts on women…men, Geta shows some of his darker nature, there is a slap, and there is some angst.

This places the story, sometime before the film.

Tablinum an office like room in an ancient Roman home.

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A soft sound came from him. You pulled back worried, you had gone too far.

“No, do that again it feels good.

Rain came down heavy. The wind had picked ip. Lightning continued to streak across the sky, thunder rumbled loudly but it did not drown out Geta. He was as magnificent as the gods above.

The two of you had not even been able to make it to the settee. Passions had ignited. He ravaged with his slender fingers; he left no part of you untouched. The frame of the balcony did little to support you when your knees grew weak from Geta’s passion.

Soon, together you both moved to the floor. The only comfort the cold stone was the soft fabrics of your clothes and the heat the came off of Geta in his passionate state. The coolness of floor was a relief, he was hot as well stoked fire. The rain fell hard down on the two of you. You slipped and moved the best you could. You had not thought he could look so magnificent but he did.

“I need you now. Will you bid me entrance?” His breathing was harsh, his hair was wild and no longer well kept.

“Yes, Geta please I don’t think I can wait much longer myself.”

Soon, he pulled himself back. You watched as he focused himself. He reigned himself before guiding his arousal which looked bigger then and more enflamed from all the maneuvering and rubbing against each others and the fabrics. You were aching to feel him fill you once more.

A loud moan erupted from you as he slid in.

“Yes, that is all of me.” He managed between placing more of what felt like passionate nibbles on you. His breath hot.

“Make me never forget this night.” You whimpered and clutched onto him.

“That is my intention.” He managed before a moan broke his lips.

Your eyes met, a breath shattered and you both nibbled and even shared what could have passed as kisses. They were delightful.

After what he had said not a long time ago, you had never thought it would be possible.

******

The curtains flapping made you stir. Blinking, you saw that the rain was still heavy. A few of the candles must. Burned low and extinguished from the room being dimmer. Your shared passions had brought a cloak of sleep that settled over the two of you.

A gentle yet insistent knocking woke you further. That’s when you realized your position, earlier brought a smile to your lips.

*******

Geta, had rested his sweaty brow against your shoulder before the sleep had claimed the two of you. You had nestled your fingers in his fiery strands.

You had managed to make sure Geta was able to lay on a settee. When you had turned to give him room, he had refused and insisted you share the soft cushioned spot with him. One of his arms was thrown over you. His face was buried somehow into your side and one of the pillows. Based on his breathing, sleep had a deep hold on him.

“Geta, my passionate emperor there is someone who appears to need you.”

An inaudible sound came from him.

“Yes, have no respect.” You echoed what you felt the emotion was in his incoherence. It made a smile play on his lips. “You are out here for a reason.”

“Yes. You’re right.” He finally looked up at you. He was rumbled and smudged from the passions you shared. For the first time, he looked like truly a young behind the crown. Your feelings for him grew.

A knock came once again, it was sharper and louder.

“Shall I go and attend to that?”

“I don’t know, I am enjoying this moment. I am convinced my blossom might have some of Aphrodite guiding her.”

You brushed errant strands from his forehead. His eyes twinkled as they met yours. His arm tightened around you, keeping you close.

“If I let her go she may take flight like a lot of goddesses are known to do.”

“You’ve captured me.” You smiled. “I am yours but allow me to say, I do believe that even with grace of Apollo; Cupid surely has a given you the blessings of passion.”

He smiled. It was soft, didn’t make his face tight.

“If you promise?”

“I do.”

“Then go and answer, but cover your form, I do not wish to let others lay their eyes upon you.”

*******

The fabrics somehow worked and folded as they should, despite being wet. You had bot realized just how much the rain had gotten to them. They were terribly heavy.

You glanced at Geta. He nodded.

Taking a breath, you opened the door. How did make it look so easy. The torches flickered. You didn’t know who or what to expect would be standing there.

A pretorian guard, perhaps but it was Aelia.

You watched as something washed over her face. What you didn’t know. Though you were still relieved it was her.

“Aelia.” You greeted.

“The general has arrived and has asked to have an audience with Geta.”

You heard some shuffling and glancing back, you saw a scowl come over his face as he stood. He also struggled with the fabrics.

You stepped aside once he as closer.

“Tell him, I will receive him in my Tablinum.”

“Yes, Geta.” She bowed her head before properly departed but not before you felt and met her gaze.

You felt as if something shifted. A fluttering of a chill fell over you as you closed the door.

“Doesn’t he realize, I left the city for a reason?” Annoyance marred his face and his voice.

He threw the extra fabrics of his garments that were particularly soaked, across the room. You flinched as they slammed into vase, it shattered.

“I do not want to be bothered.”

You remained silent, your heart sank. You heard he had moments of rage.

He paced back and forth in what remained of his clothes. A broad golden belt was wrapped around trim his waist, some remaining fabrics flowed down his legs, stopping at his ankles.

“Anything, he wants could have waited till I returned.” His voice grew sharper.

You nodded. “Yes, Geta.” Your words barely above a whisper.

He was in front of you before you could exhale. The twinkle was gone, a fire replaced it and was there. “Did you say something?”

You kept your head down. “I was merely agreeing with you.” Your voice just above a whisper.

He brought your chin up. You winced at his rough touch.

“What have I told you?” He snarled. “Don’t you ever look away from me.”

“I’m sorry.”

You swallowed.

“He should know better.” You quickly added.

“That’s right.”

His eyes narrowed as he looked at you before releasing your chin go.

“Now, go to your quarters. Tomorrow we will ride.”

“You’re dismissing me?” Your heart thudded, his sudden anger stung.

He drew close. “Yes.”

*******

Holding the fabrics and the various bits of your clothes, somehow you made it to your room. Only tripping, by grace not actually falling on the return to your room. One of the guards looked up and down as you approached your door.

“You want something?” You said before you could reign in your tongue.

“Just looking at what the emperor has taken for a concubine.”

You smacked him, the sound echoed louder than your sandals had in the hallway.

His eyes looking fierce in the light of the torches. You took a step back, you’d gone too far. He cast a large shadow over you as he drew closer.

“What are you doing with those wet clothes, we still have to get your room in order?” Aelia called from behind you.

“I was not terribly sure if I was in the right place.”

“You are. Get in there.”

Walking into your room, spotting a table, you leaned against it to calm yourself. Fear still tingled in you. Your stomach churned.

Those honey, sweet words were none you had ever heard for yourself. Sometimes, your father had spoken as kindly to your mother. Then his anger was absolutely awful and a force within itself.

“Over here is the wardrobe that holds your garments.”

You turned to Aelia. Her presence and words brought you back to your room.

“I have a wardrobe?”

“Yes, he made sure you had a selection that would serve you well here and once the two of you are back in the city.”

“I don’t know what to say.”

“It’s what has been promised to you. Look it over, I will return shortly.”

His cold detachment hurt and yet his gentleness earlier was such a sharp contrast to now. You would have to remember this; the good would be so good and the bad will be very hard.

*********

He tore off his remaining clothes. How dare he just show up. How would he like it if he just showed up and visited his wife, he raged inwardly. A foul mood fell over him.

He went over to where some of his clothes were stored. The doors of the wardrobes bounced as he tore them open.

Finding one of his robes, he slipped it on and tied the belt. Running his fingers through his hair he attempted to calm the unruly strands.

*******

Only a few torches were alit as he went down the hallways. Aelia stood by the door. He met her eyes and pressed his lips together before he opened the door to his Tablinum. Acacius’s back was to him. He could tell in light in the room he was wearing some of his finest armor.

“General Acacius? Your arrival better be important.”

The man turned sharply on his heel. Some of the armor clanked. He bowed.

“It is, the army is ready. I am taking Darius and our water fleet to finally capture the taking last of Numida.”

A smirk curled his lips. “Good. Teach those barbarians what it’s like when they entangle with Romans.”

“With pleasure sire.”

“Good.” He stepped closer to the general. “Now hear this, when I am here I do not like to be disturbed.”

He noticed despite his still respectful stance Acacius shifted how he leaned.

“Normally, a messenger would have sufficed but this is grand news. We shall take a moment and drink to the victory you will surely have.”

He looked at the doorway. “Aelia?”

On quick steps Aelia came in and poured some wine easily and handed them both a glass.

“May Mars favor you and our legionaries.” He held up the glass.

“With the grace of Mars and you, my emperor. Geta.”

“Yes.” And the glasses clinked. “May Mars accompany you.”

********

Before returning to his chambers, he went and knelt in front of the shrine he kept there. It was private, he didn’t feel like he had the prying eyes of others on him. It pleased him to see that some offerings had already been placed around it.

Closing his eyes he murmured some prayers. He felt good, strengthened. Mars had been guiding him and Acacius. Getting up, feeling good he returned to his chambers. The future was bright.

******

Aelia left, you were still looking at all the clothes and you were left lingering a glance at your bracelet that still sat on your wrist. His words from not long ago echoed in your thoughts.

You will be dressed and groomed accordingly….

Though to actually see it all, to feel it all was something else entirely. You were used to having a shift to wear when you slept and a dress that you had kept impeccable. Now, you’re had already worn one new dress and now since the new garments had arrived you were left breathless, such finery was beyond any dream or prayer you could have made.

Sleep began pulling on you. Rolling onto your back, before allowing sleep to claim you; you murmured soft words of your gratitude to the gods above for all that had been bestowed upon you.

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Love is Blind Part 4

Eddie Munson x PlusSize!F!Reader

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI - kissing, smut, vaginal fingering, body worship, praise

Story Warnings: reader has low self-esteem and struggles with self love/acceptance, anxiety/trauma related to bullying, cursing, substance use mention

Summary: In a last ditch effort to evade the normal disappointments of dating, a group of misfits desperate to have someone see who they are on the inside volunteer for the most recent brain chemistry study at Hawkins Lab. 

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Final Day

The moment Eddie can finally look at you will be less than ideal. Both of you, hooked up to whatever weird machine while technicians monitor your brain waves or whatever- Eddie really wasn’t paying attention at all to what they were telling him. He couldn’t give less of a shit if he tried as they were explaining the next segment. Once they recorded the initial reactions, you all were free to go. He doesn’t know if he’ll be able to control himself. 

He’s sitting in an exam room, with a window looking into another. It seems as though they’ll bring you into the opposite room and he’s feeling slightly deflated that he won’t be able to talk to you right away. 

He’s sitting with his legs partially spread apart, resting back on his hands on the exam bed.  He’s letting them attach some small patch to the side of his forehead. He's tapping his foot anxiously, and he’s trying his hardest to play it cool and he’s positive he’s failing miserably. 

He overthought everything trying to make it back to the lab on time this morning. He couldn’t decide on clothes or his hair or literally anything, down to the way he was going to sit when you walked in. He settled on his usual, it’s not like he had dress clothes anyways. He’s staring intently at the empty exam room across from him, absolutely dying that you aren’t there. He watches as the door opens. Several lab assistants carry in equipment and one pulls the curtain shut. Eddie doesn’t realize he yelled until he sees the assistants in the room stare at him with wide eyes. He quickly apologizes and runs a hand through his hair, trying to calm his nerves. 

You feel chills run down your body as they work on getting you set up to the machinery. You keep anxiously staring at the pulled curtain, and you can hardly think straight knowing Eddie is on the other side. It’s no different, you try to tell yourself to calm your nerves. It’s you in one room, Eddie in the other, just like it’s been all week. Except now, you can look, but can’t talk. You feel your palms sweat and you do your best to just take deep breaths to try to calm down how fast your heart is beating. 

“So, when we’re ready for observation, we’ll pull the curtain. We’ll be monitoring your brain activity for a minute or so, then we’ll send you on your way,” a woman explains to you, and you nod, understandingly. You sit up straighter, and roll your shoulders back. You can’t let yourself allow any insecurity to seep in and ruin this moment. You try to focus your mind solely on how excited you are to see Eddie. And how in less than a few minutes, you’ll actually be standing in his proximity. 

Eddie is practically jumping out of his skin in anticipation. His mouth feels dry and he feels like his entire body is overheating from the stark white lights of the exam room. He taps his fingers on his lap, focusing on a loose thread on the tear of his jeans, when they tell him they’re ready to begin. Nothing can truly put into words how he felt when they began to pull the curtain back. 

His breath hitches when he finally is able to look at you. First, he finds your eyes and he can’t stop smiling. He winks at you playfully from the other room and you feel like your body is on fire. He greedily lets his eyes look you up and down, and you see him mouth “Ho-ly shit.” Emphasizing the syllables so you can understand. 

He can’t stop staring, desperate to take in all of the details of you like he’s making up for lost time. He was feeling overwhelmed. He bites his lip, raking his eyes over every part of you. He looks completely pained, like he’s being restrained. You can’t help but notice he looks tortured, as his eyes look into yours with such extreme desperation. He feels like he might spontaneously combust if he needs to wait one more minute to touch you. 

You’re beyond anything he could’ve imagined. He’s practically drooling, staring at you like a lovesick fool. Fuck anyone, he thinks, who made you think you were anything less the fucking sexiest woman alive. 

You’re rendered speechless as you take him in. His hair, his tattoos, the rings… Fuck, he’s so gorgeous. He feels like he might spontaneously combust if he needs to wait one more minute to touch you. You eyes can’t focus, so motivated to just memorize every detail you can commit to memory- like somehow he’s going to be back behind the wall again.   

Eddie couldn’t control himself. You saw the way his eyes raked over you and it made you feel warm from a giddy nervousness. He let himself admire every single inch of you that he could see. He felt like it was the shortest couple of minutes he’s ever been subject to, and as the techs finished up,  he’s practically jumping out of his seat with the equipment partially detached. 

You feel like your heart might beat out of your chest as you practically feel the pulse throughout your whole body. You’re so intensely staring, taking in the sight of him. He’s absolutely beautiful- and you're wondering to yourself how the hell a guy as good looking as him ended up here. You’re also fidgety as they work to take the equipment away, but are doing better composing yourself than Eddie. You can’t help but find it endearing as he tries to hurriedly untangle himself from the wires, frantically trying to get to you. 

The technicians lead you out separately, both of you exiting from the separate doors you’ve left from during the whole experiment. The back door slams behind you as you make your final exit, and you begin to walk around the parking lot to see where he is. Eddie, leaving from the opposite side of the building, had the same idea to wander- meaning you both are aimlessly searching for one another not realizing you're both moving away from each other. 

There’s this van you stumble across and it perfectly matches the way Eddie described it. The decorations you could see through the windshield solidified in your mind that it was Eddie’s. You feel a little stupid, smiling at the rundown van. It’s just such a surreal feeling being in the vicinity of it- seeing that it’s real. You don’t know how to describe it. You lean up against the side door, patiently waiting for him to return. 

As Eddie turns the corner, he thinks he might pass out at the sight of you waiting for him against the van. His breath hitches at the sight of you, unfiltered, leaning up against his van because you already know him well enough to pick it out from the parking lot. It feels so surreal, and he feels like he’s in one of those cheesy rom coms but he finally gets it. 

“Hey stranger,” he calls out, walking over to you with a big grin. You can’t help but match his big smile when you see him. You feel warmth and butterflies spread throughout your whole body and then hit you all at once as he strides over confidently. 

You begin to open your mouth to reply with some witty response, but before you can register it, his hands are cupping both sides of your jaw and he kisses you. It’s tender and it’s the kind of kiss that you can feel yourself melting into. It felt like everything he’s told you this past week translated into action. It’s passionate, but he’s surprisingly gentle. He pulls away, still holding your face as his eyes observe your every feature.

“I’ve wanted to do that since Monday,” he sighs, and you nod in agreement.

“Me too.” 

“God, look at you,” he observes, taking one step back and moving to hold your hands. “You’re fucking stunning,” he affirms, pulling you back towards him so he can wrap his arms around you for another kiss. 

“Shit, I don’t even know what to do with myself,” he chuckles when you need to pull away for air. He rests his forehead to yours as you both take a breath. “Fuck me, how did I get this lucky?”

“You?” You exclaim with a giggle, “I mean, shit, Eddie, look at you.” 

He blushes, and it’s probably the best thing you’ve seen. This metal head adorned with rings, chains, tattoos is red in the face because of you. You haven’t been just overwhelmed with affection like this, and it’s entirely intoxicating. Your head is spinning as you take in how he looks at you. You can’t help but shiver when you feel his hands rest on your sides and he rubs absentmindedly the skin just above the waist of your pants under the hem of your shirt. 

He’s kissing you again and the sensation of it all is almost too much. He’s so giving. His body presses your back against the side of the van and his tall body slots against yours and for some reason you’ve never felt more safe. You don’t hear anything else but his soft breaths and moans, and you can’t smell more than his cologne and shampoo and all of your senses are working overtime to just take it all in. You’re filling in the missing pieces of him that have so far been kept away. 

Neither one of you wanted to let the moment end, because you both understand how it might be strange navigating life, and what it means for the two of you, after the experiment. Is there a label for what this is? The intimacy you both feel has far surpassed the perimeters of normal dating and it feels like you're past that stage, but at the same time, you haven’t even shared physical space. You don’t know what his world looks like, and how you would fit into it. It was so easy when it was just the two of you, but what is this going to look like now? 

You decide to let those thoughts subside, and focus instead on this absolutely gorgeous guy who’s obsessed with you and touching you. You let yourself focus on the feeling of the pads of his fingertips as they ignite your skin, not caring enough about the “problem areas” you usually fixate on. You allow yourself to completely surrender to his touches. 

“Should we move this somewhere else maybe?” you ask, breathlessly- pulling away reluctantly. He kisses your shoulder, giving you goosebumps. You can feel his smile, warm against your skin. “You’re so soft,” he marvels, seemingly not hearing your suggestion. 

“Should we go somewhere?” you giggle, and he kisses your cheek. He nods in agreement. He grabs your hand and walks you over to the passenger door. He opens it for you, and helps you as you step up into it. You don’t say anything, but you smile to yourself- it was the first time a guy held the door for you in a long time. 

“Okay so I have no idea what the fuck to do,” he exclaims, cracking his knuckles as he sits in the driver’s seat. He laughs at the absurdness of the situation. He feels jumpy, overwhelmed in the best way possible. “I haven’t done this before,” he jokes and you roll your eyes. 

“I mean, we can go to my apartment?” you offer as he starts the engine, and you’re both immediately met with blaring music as the van turns on. It makes you jump a little. His cheeks are flushed, turning down the volume, he apologizes. You wave your hand nonchalantly and tell him not to worry about it.

It takes a little strength to get the van moving, and you admire the way his arms flex. It’s the way he doesn’t even realize how attractive he is that astounds you the most. Once both of you are on the road and the windows are down, you’re just witnessing the beautiful sight of him- long hair getting tousled from the breeze, his profile as he nods along to the song playing, his long fingers tapping on the steering wheel- it’s enough to make you breathless. 

The third floor apartment isn’t much, but Eddie is just basking in being in a space that just feels like he’s surrounded by you. It’s a little window into your mind, and he’s like a little kid as he moves around, touching everything. Your photographs, records, little trinkets, books… he zones out taking it all in and he can’t look through it all fast enough. You’re just so happy you decided to tidy up. 

“If you think the stuff in here is cool, you should see in here,” you tease, leaning against the doorframe of your bedroom. Eddie thinks he might pass out when his eyes land on how your curve is accentuated by your stance. You don’t even realize it’s happening. He strides over to you and simultaneously hooks an arm around your waist and kisses you in a way that makes you dizzy. You're falling over each other, lips locked in a deep kiss as you both stumble to your bed. 

Eddie pulls you into his lap as he sits on the edge of the bed. He’s trailing kisses down your jaw and down your neck, as his hands rest on your hips and he tugs you down fully when he feels you try to hover. Your skirt bunches up your thighs and when you’ve fully settled onto his lap, he can feel your warmth and he moans at the contact. The heat in your body rushes to your core at the roughness of his jeans through your panties. 

“You’re so sexy,” he mumbles against your shoulder in between kisses. He’s savoring the feeling of your thighs pressed against his and the feeling of the wetness as you press against him. He presses his lips to yours again, running his hands under the back of your top to pull it off. As you untangle yourself from the shirt and toss it aside, he does the same with his. After he’s thrown his shirt with yours, his mouth falls open slightly at the sight of you. You observe as his pupils dilate and he takes in a deep breath to calm his heart. 

You take in the sight of the tattoos his shirt covered and you bite your lip as you smile at the sight. He looks like a wreck in the best way. His chest rising and falling rapidly, the flex of his arms, the messy hair- everything about how he looks is just so undeniably attractive. You feel so vulnerable under his intense gaze but in a way that makes you feel desirable. You stand up to wiggle out of your skirt, and you swear his eyes were going to fall out of his pretty head. He’s immediately following your lead- frantically kicking off his jeans. 

“Get back over here,” he groans, looking you up and down. He grabs your hands, pulling you back into him. He falls back on the bed, pulling you on top of him. You’re seated on his bulge that straining against his boxers, and you gasp as he rolls his hips up into yours. You lean down and kiss him, soft moans escaping your lips against his mouth. His hands find their way back to your waist and you gasp as he flips you over onto your back with ease. 

“Fuck, look at you,” he says, “so fucking pretty.” 

He ducks down and kisses you, and your hands tangle in his hair. You tug gently, and he moans at the sensation. His fingers tease the skin just above the waist of your panties before he pulls them to the side. His fingertips gently tease your clit and he bites his lip at your reaction. He can see himself easily becoming addicted to hearing the sweet little sounds you make for him, and just watching how beautiful you look like this. 

“Oh, Eddie…” you moan softly at the sensation.

“I’ve hardly touched you pretty girl,” he says, pressing kisses down your chest and torso as he continues to tease you. You involuntarily move your hips, searching for more of the feeling. He smiles up at you in response before he slowly pulls your panties down. 

Rubbing your leg affectionately, the coolness of his rings makes you shiver. He’s kissing and nipping at the skin of your inner thighs. His mess of curls is a little ticklish but nothing you don’t adore the feeling of. 

He touches you like it’s second nature. It’s like he instinctively knew the perfect places to elicit the filthiest of moans from you. His fingers curl into you knowingly, and you swear no other man has been able to make you feel like this. Previous partners treated this like a chore to rush through, but Eddie’s so content taking his time and observing the way he can make you fall apart at his touch. He’s motivated to make you forget about every asshole who made you think for even a second you deserved less than this. 

 You begin to feel that familiar sensation building up inside of you. You chest rapidly rising and falling, looking down to see Eddie- this fucking beautiful man - between your legs, glistening with sweat as his hair sticks to his forehead, tongue poking out from his lips in concentration. He looks absolutely wrecked and it’s the sexiest thing you think you’ve ever seen. 

“I’m- I’m c-close,” you manage to say between panting breaths. He smirks, and continues his pace of working his fingers in and out of you. He rests your thigh over his shoulder to press kisses of encouragement against your skin, as he mumbles just how badly he needs to see you cum. Every sense becomes too much all at once, and you can’t keep your eyes open as you feel your orgasm crash over you. Your head falls back against the pillows, and your body feels limp. 

“Ready to go again, princess?”

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[anaisweird]

Can somebody make a fic with Eddie based off this Lana song or recommend one based off of it :( !!!

[corrodedhawkins]

Role Play

Pairing: Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader, Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Content warnings: Graphic smut (minors DNI) language, role play, oral (m! and f! receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, praise.

“It went really, really well” he beamed. “We finally nailed down the perfect wig, the whole look is perfect”. He pulled out his phone and showed you a photo he snapped in his full costume.

Before you could stop it, you audibly gasped. You had never seen your boyfriend look like this before. You didn’t realize metal heads with long frizzy hair, a leather jacket and rings did it for you, but it definitely did. You felt ridiculous, getting turned on like this.

Joe frowned, “You don’t like it?”

“No! No I do, I do. Looks perfect for the character. I’m just shocked.” You felt your cheeks redden. “You look so…different.”

Joe studies your face curiously “You’re breathing a little hard there, sweetheart” he chuckles “Are you hot for Eddie?”

“No!” you immediately protest, face growing even redder. “I just-I”.

Smirking, Joe puts his phone down and wraps his arms around you. “I think you are babe” he whispers right into your ear, making you shiver.

You shrug him off, laughing uncomfortably. “Yeah sure, I’m so hot for a fictional character”. You start puttering around, tidying the kitchen counter.

In a lame attempt to change the subject, you ask what Joe wants for dinner. He takes a moment, debating whether he should let it go or press you on it. Finally, he sighs and answers, “Pizza. Definitely pizza. We’re celebrating.”

“Well a celebration definitely calls for stuffed crust” you say, relieved the subject has been dropped.

Joe smiles, pecking you on the cheek. “I like the way you think” he shoots you a wink.

A few weeks later, filming on Stranger Things season 4 began, and you graciously accepted Joe’s invitation to join him in Atlanta. You worked a remote job, which meant you could work from virtually anywhere. You spent your days working while Joe filmed.

One night, a few weeks into your stay in Atlanta, you got a text from Joe saying he would be filming late and not to wait up for him. You’d miss him, but this gave you the perfect opportunity to catch up on your guilty pleasure reality shows. You poured yourself a big glass of wine and took a long bath, setting up your laptop on the counter for you to watch while you soaked.

You were just stepping out of the tub when you got a call from Joe. “Hey babe, filming wrapped earlier than I thought, but I forgot my keys. Can you open the door for me?” You wrapped a towel around yourself and went to let him in.

You opened the door and Eddie fucking Munson stood before you. You didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. “Joe I-What are you doing?”

The man in front of you shook his head and chuckled. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. I know you weren’t expecting me. I’m Eddie, a friend of Joe’s. He’s tied up on set filming late and said I should come and keep you company”.

There were very few times in your life you were utterly speechless, and this was one of them. You stood there for a minute, staring up into your boyfriends eyes.

You were torn. On one hand, you were very into this. Just standing in front of “Eddie” was making you throb. On the other, you were embarrassed for wanting this. But Joe was clearly not judging you, right? He was giving you what he knew you wanted but were too scared to ask for.

“Sorry, I know this is a surprise. I can go if you want?”, he gestured to the stairs behind him, “I can tell Joe you weren’t up to hanging out.” He was giving you an out. If you didn’t want this, he would go and act like this never happened.

“Sure”, you moved aside to let him in. “I’d love some company”.

The second you shut the door, Eddie spun you around and pinned you against it. He leaned in, whispering “This ok?”. You nodded, letting out a shaky “Yeah”.

Eddie chuckled, moving your long hair away from your neck so he could litter it with kisses. “Joe told me all about you sweetheart. Told me how hot seeing my picture got you. He said he even heard you say my name when you were touching yourself. Is that true? Do you want me that badly?”

You let out a whimper, your face growing hot. You had indeed touched yourself thinking about Eddie, but you were sure Joe was sleeping and hadn’t heard you.

“Shh. None of that, baby. No need to be shy. He wants you to get what you want. And I’m what you want, isn’t that right?” Eddie spoke into your ear, his warm breath ghosting over your neck.

You shuddered, finally looking up to meet his eyes. “Fuck it”, you muttered, grabbing the back of his neck to bring him down into a desperate kiss.

Eddie immediately responded, his hands coming up to frame your face as he sucked on your bottom lip. The cold of his rings felt like ice against your heated skin.

“Jo-Eddie” you gasped, testing his name on your lips. He resumed peppering your neck with wet kisses, occasionally stopping to suck and nibble on your skin. “Can we…bed?”

Eddie hummed against your skin, as if he was weighing your request. Suddenly, he grabbed you right under your ass and hoisted you up, and you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist.

After carrying you to bed, Eddie stripped you of your towel and laid you down. He tore off his jacket, vest, and Hellfire Club t-shirt before situating himself on top of you, laying between your spread legs.

You could already feel his hard cock grinding into your pussy through his jeans, seeking friction. You gasped, bucking up into it.

“Patience baby”, Eddie muttered, “I want to take my time with you”. He kissed his way down your neck and chest, groping one breast while he took the other into his mouth. You groaned, snaking your hand into his hair.

Eddie slowly kissed down your body before looking up at you for confirmation that this was still ok. You nodded, and he all but dove into your pussy. He used his thumbs to spread your folds, licking and sucking on your clit, then licking a hot stripe down to your hole. You whimpered, your pussy clenching down on nothing.

“Fuck. Fuck, Eddie”. You held onto his hair like a lifeline, bucking up into his mouth, grinding into his tongue.

Eddie hummed, making his way down to your hole once again. “You’re so fucking wet for me, fucking soaked”, he reached down to take off his rings, but you immediately stopped him.

“Keep them on, please” you begged. Eddie’s eyebrows shot up with a devilish grin. “So the rings do it for you, huh? Want to feel them when I stretch you open?”

You moaned, begging him once again. “Please give me your fingers, wanna feel them”.

Eddie obliged, slowly inserting a finger, teasing you at first. When you grunted and grinded down onto it, he chuckled and added another. He immediately hooked them into your gspot, setting a punishing pace. He leaned up and continued sucking and gently nibbling on your clit.

You yelped, the dual stimulation almost too much for you. Your legs began to shake, too far gone to even care. “Eddie. Eddie please”. You weren’t even sure what you were begging for at this point.

“I got you sweetheart” he promised, licking slowly over your clit. “You’re gonna cum for me just like this. Can you do that for me?”

You nodded frantically, feeling your release just out of reach. “I-I’m gonna cum. Fuck I’m gonna cum. Please. Please don’t stop”, you whimpered.

Eddie sat up, bringing his lips right to your ear. He continued finger fucking you, bringing his thumb up to rub incessantly at your clit.

“Come on baby, be a good girl and cum for me”. Your muscles seized and your pussy clamped around his fingers, eyes rolling back as you came. Eddie helped you through it, only stopping when you collapsed back onto the pillows, chest heaving.

“So good for me sweetheart. Such a good girl”.

Having been with you for over a year, Joe knew exactly what you liked, and he was using it to his advantage. Manhandling? Check. Dirty talk? Check. Praise? Check. He was pulling out every trick he could think of. You didn’t know if you loved him or hated him for it.

After you caught your breath, you reached down to his belt and quickly undid it, shimmying his pants down and off of him. He was so hard, cock an angry red, glistening at the tip.

Your mouth watered, all but throwing him down on the bed so you could get your mouth on him. You started slowly, teasing him with kitten licks to the head, swirling your tongue around it before quickly retreating.

Eddie groaned, bucking up to get you to take him into your mouth. You took pity on him, slowly sinking halfway down on his cock.

He immediately wound his hands into your hair, not tugging, but helping guide you up and down on his cock. “That’s. That’s so good baby. Your mouth is so good”.

You looked up at him, mouth stuffed full of his cock, and sank the rest of the way down. Hitting the back of your throat, you felt his cock kick and twitch.

Eddie threw his head back, finally tugging on your hair to bring you up. “Gotta stop baby. Your mouth is so good, can’t blow my load before I get to fuck you”.

He grabbed your hips, pulling you into his lap. You immediately wrapped your arms around his neck as he reached down and guided his cock into you. You both let out long groans, taking a moment to savor the feeling.

You rested your forehead against his, slowly rocking back and forth onto his cock. He grabbed your hips to help guide you, leaning down to catch a nipple in his mouth. You moaned and clenched down on him, causing him to bite down, quickly soothing it with his tongue.

You picked up your pace, bouncing on his cock, sweat practically pouring off of both of you. Eddie reached up and grabbed the back of your neck, bringing you into a heated kiss.

You panted into each other’s mouths, unable to focus on kissing for more than a few seconds at a time. You quickened your pace again, earning a loud moan from Eddie.

You could feel yourself getting close, your muscles beginning to tighten deliciously. Eddie felt your pussy start to pulse, asking “You gonna cum for me again sweet girl? Let me feel you cum on my cock”.

Your orgasm ripped through you, shaking enough for Eddie to have to reach up and grab you to steady you in his lap.

You came down from your high, slowing your pace to grind down on his cock to take him even deeper.

“Fuck” Eddie muttered to himself. He grabbed your hips, trying to guide you back to your quick pace. You shook your head and leaned down to whisper into his ear. “Don’t rush me” you gasped, grinding back down onto his cock slow and dirty. “I’m trying to savor this” you giggled.

He laughed, the movement making his cock nudge deeper into you. You both gasped, getting lost in the sensation.

Eddie gave you a few more moments to enjoy your slow and deep thrusts, until he couldn’t stand it anymore. He grabbed your ass, hauling you up until only the tip of his cock remained inside you before slamming you back down.

You screamed, grabbing onto his shoulders, leaving scratches in your wake.

“That feel good, honey?” He asked, starting to fuck up into you. “You like how my cock feels?”

“Yes” you screamed, not caring about the neighbors. Filming wrapped in a few weeks then you would never see these people again. Why not give them a show?

“Yes. Fuck, I-I fucking love your cock Eddie”.

A shit-eating grin broke out on his face and he mutters, “hold on” before grabbing you and pinning you to his front while he rises up onto his knees. He quickly leans down, bringing you to lay flat on your back. He hooks one leg over his shoulder, very nearly bending you in half.

You scream (again, sorry neighbors) and rise up onto your elbows so you can get enough leverage to rock down into his thrusts.

“You think I can get you to cum for me one more time sweetheart?” Eddie asks, reaching down to rub your clit. You jolt at the touch, so sensitive from your two previous orgasms.

“I- I don’t know. I don’t think I can” you whimper. Eddie shushes you, grabbing the side of your face to bring you closer. “I think you have one more in you. Why don’t you try for me, hmm?”

You nod, gulping in a shaking breath. You tried to relax into Eddie’s touch, but the dual stimulation was too much. He slowed, removing his fingers from your clit and slowly pulled out. “Wha?” You asked, confused he stopped.

“Get on all fours for me honey, want to try something”. You obliged, grabbing a pillow to prop your forearms on. Eddie slid back into you, increasing his pace slowly. “Touch yourself for me babe” Eddie leaned down and whispered, grabbing one of your hands to lead it down between you and the bed.

You touched your clit, once again jolting at the sensation. You unknowingly clenched down on Eddie’s cock at the sensation, making him let out a surprise gasp. “That’s it, let me feel you”.

“Too-too much” you gasped out, your fingers stilling on your clit.

You felt him shift behind you, hands suddenly gripping your ass and spreading you. You gasped, knowing exactly where he was going with this.

Joe had asked you to try anal about a month ago, and while it wasn’t high up on your list of sexual fantasies, you were curious and wanted him to enjoy himself. He was so gentle, slowly stretching you on his fingers. He made sure to make you cum few times before so you were completely relaxed. When he finally slid into you, he made sure you were ok, asking for permission to move.

As it turns out, you didn’t need much time before he was slamming into your ass, hands knotted in your hair as he pulled you back onto his cock with every thrust. Anal was…different. It was deliciously overwhelming in the best way. Joe in your pussy was amazing, but this? This made you almost black out from how hard you had cum that first time.

You hadn’t gotten a chance to do it again with his busy filming schedule, but clearly he hadn’t forgotten how it had made you cum quick and hard, and was hoping it would do the same now.

He leaned down and spat directly onto your hole, pulling out of you to smear his spit and your juices around with the head of his cock. “You’re dripping baby, don’t even need any lube”. He quickly tested your resistance with his finger, finding you so relaxed it sucked him right in .

“Jesus Christ baby. I bet I could just slip right into your ass right now and you’d be gagging for it, huh?” He was right. You nodded, whimpering out a low “please”.

He shuffled closer, holding his cock to your hole, smearing your juices around one last time. “Let me know if you need to stop”. At your nod, he slowly pushes in.

You groaned, feeling unbelievably full. You lifted yourself higher on your forearms and rocked back onto his cock, hard.

“Careful, don’t hurt yourself” he warned, soothing a hand down your back. You shook your head, continuing to all but impale yourself back onto him. “Not hurting me. Need it. Feels so good. Please fuck me. Please m-make me cum”. You gasped out.

Eddie immediately set a punishing pace, his balls audibly slapping against your ass. You were in sheer ecstasy, so close to coming already, and you weren’t even touching your clit.

You could feel Eddie getting close too, his rhythm beginning to falter as his grip tightened on your hips. “Come on baby. I can feel how close you are, gripping my cock so fucking tight. Cum for me babe, cum for Eddie”.

That did it. You seized, your pussy clenching down on nothing as you gushed. Your ass gripped Eddie’s cock so tight he tumbled over the edge himself. He ground his cock into you spurting rope after rope of cum inside of you.

You collapsed face down on the bed, Eddie right on top of you. You both gasped, letting yourselves slowly catch your breath.

Finally, he pulled out and rolled off of you, shifting so that he was laying at your side, your neck exposed for him to litter with kisses.

You shivered, still an utter mess from your orgasm. “So Eddie, huh?” Joe teased, his British accent back. You turned over and smacked him square in the chest. “I can’t believe you” you laughed.

“What was that? I think you mean ‘Thank you Joe, thank you for bringing Eddie home for me so he could fuck the shit out of me Joe. How can I ever repay you?’” You giggled, nodding your head in agreement.

“Fine, thank you. This was…amazing”. Your tone turned serious. He looked down at you, thumb rubbing over your cheek. “Of course, my love. I’m so glad I was able to give that to you”.

You shifted onto his chest, laying your head over his heart. You were starting to drift off when you heard Joe whisper, “You know, now that we’re into role play, there’s a Star Wars one I’ve always wanted to try”.

You groaned, seeing golden bikinis and space buns in your future.

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[joequinnisgod]

When craving warmth

Pairing: Joseph Quinn x f!reader

Warnings: rpf, smut (protected p in v), teasing, i dunno what else..

Word count: 1.5k

A/N: Hiii, it’s been a while………sorry about that :( But here’s a soft!dom!Joe story! I’m also working on other stories, hopefully I’ll be able to finish them soon..

It was late at night when you finally got into bed next to Joseph. Even though you told him not to wait for you, he insisted and tried his best to stay awake, but eventually tiredness got the best of him. He was half asleep when he felt the mattress dip next to him and felt you snuggling up next to him.

He hissed when you rested your cold fingers on his arm, trying to get warmed up as soon as possible.

"Your hands are freezing, love." He murmured as the took your hand in his and intertwined your fingers.

"M'sorry." You whispered and pressed your lips on the warm skin of his back. "Did I wake you?"

"No, I wasn't fully asleep yet."

Still craving warmth, you pressed your feet against his legs, causing him to jump a little.

"Jesus, what the fuck? You just took a shower, how are you so cold?"

"I don't know, I just am."

"...Want me to warm you up?" His voice instantly got deeper and you could sense he was smiling as he took your hand in his and kissed the back of it. You murmured against his back, too tired to even speak. "Hm?"

"I won't move a muscle, though." You repeated.

"So just the usual, eh?" He teased. You slapped his back lightly at his comment, making him giggle.

"Shut up." You smiled.

"C'mon baby, let's get you warm." He turned around to face you. "Hi." He lowered his head with a smile to kiss you. You felt his warm lips softly press against yours, just slowly tasting them first. You laid on your back and let him hover over you, a satisfied hum escaping his throat.

His tongue poked your bottom lip, making you part your lips. The kiss was slow and sensual, neither of you feeling the need to hurry. After such a draining day, the only thing you needed was intimacy and the presence of your favourite person, in spite of the aching tiredness in your body.

He held himself up above you with his lower arm next to your head, his free hand caressing your side. Your hands found his cheeks in the dark – only the outside lights peeked through the window, softly illuminating the room – and your thumbs softly stroke his face, feeling the scratchiness of his beard. As you spread your legs and pulled them up to help him get more comfortable, his fingers started dancing on your skin where your shirt has ridden up a bit around your lower stomach, the ticklish sensation leaving goosebumps behind. Eventually, his lips detached from yours, making you whine, but you soon quieted down when you felt them on the side of your neck, travelling further and further down. Your fingers got lost in his curls on the back of his head as your neediness got the best of you; making your wrap your legs around his hips, locking him right above you.

"Don't, I'm cold." You stopped his hands as they were about to take your shirt off.

"Okay, baby. We'll leave it on." He placed a quick kiss on your lips. "Can I take these off, though?" His fingers traced the outline of your underwear. You nodded first – then realised he could barely see the movement of your head in the darkness.

"Mm-hmm."

He started sliding your panties down your legs slowly, his lips following the path of it. When you felt his hot breath fanning over your clit, you interrupted him again.

"No, just want you in me. Please, I just wanna feel you close." Your tone dripping in desperation.

"Alright, but I'm definitely having you for breakfast, though." He pressed a gentle kiss below your lower stomach.

His lips met your neck once again, going for that sensitive spot, making you whimper in impatience. He supported himself with his forearm sunk into the mattress next to your head as his free hand pushed his sweatpants and boxers down just enough to free himself. He reached beside you, towards the nightstand's top drawer and grabbed a condom from it. Sitting back on his heels he ripped the packaging open with his teeth and rolled the rubber down his length. After stroking himself a few times, he decided to test the waters and tease you a little. The unexpected soft tapping of his cock on your clit made you gasp at first – then you couldn't stop the whimper that desperately tried to escape your lips.

You realised what was about to go down. Your begging and needy whines were sounds that Joe could easily get off on anytime; they boosted his ego to an unreal level. Knowing you were so desperate for his touch and attention made him feel like he was on cloud nine. As his ego got the best of him, dominance started flooding his mind. He started feeling the urge to tease you..just a little.

"Does that feel good, baby?"

"Joe..oh" Another gasp left your lips as he rubbed himself between your lips. "I know..I know what you're..doing...please."

Your tone only fuelled that feeling in him. He wanted to hear and see you become a needy hot mess underneath him.

"What am I doing, darling? I’m not doin' anything." He murmured with his lips right next to your ear.

"You're te-teasing. I can't..take it tonight."

"I think you can. Be a good girl for me, hm?"

Your hands grabbed the sheets as his lips traced the side of your neck, placing there wet kisses. "Think you can do that for me?"

"I, uh...I don't know."

"Let's just see it for ourselves, okay? Tell me if it's too much." He kissed your cheek.

He stopped rubbing himself on your pussy and you felt him slide his tip down to your entrance. He slowly pushed his tip in barely, then pulled it out. Each time he pushed himself in, it was just a tad deeper than before, making you turn into that hot, whining mess he loves so much.

"Is this okay?"

"Mm-hmm."

"See? It's not so hard." His hand came up to your cheek to hold your face, his thumb stroking your warm skin.

When he was finally all the way inside you, he let out a soft moan. His hips started rocking slowly at first, then he picked up the pace a little. He pulled almost all the way out each time, before going back in as deep as he could. He wanted both of you to feel every inch of each other. Your desperate moans sounded almost too pathetic, the way he fucked you so passionately and so good was becoming overwhelming.

"You're doing so good for me, doll. So fucking good." His voice almost failed him from the intensity of your hips colliding and the feeling of intimacy and closeness; your hands on his back now – keeping him close, your nails leaving deep, red marks on his slightly sweaty skin.

"Don't you break character now." You whispered, the built up frustration from the teasing giving you an attitude – also hoping this would fire Joseph up even more. When he realised what you'd said to him, he snapped his hips hard, making you moan loudly and arch your back a tad.

"Wanna repeat that, love? Hm? Don't be so shy now." He waited if you were gonna say anything, but your silence was enough for him. "That's what I thought."

His hips started driving into you faster as his hand found your clit. The force of his thrusts made you ride up on the bed with each one as your strangled moans echoed across the room.

"Shh, it's okay, it’s okay. Let it out, baby." His lips showered your cheek with kisses, shooting you.

"I’m close.." You chocked out, hoping he'll understand.

"You wanna cum, darling?"

"Mm-hmm." You nodded, tears forming in you eyes from the overwhelming intensity. "Please, Joseph."

"Cum for me, baby." He whispered in your ear. A few moments later your back arched as you dug your nails into his back, letting out a loud, sinful moan with a few tears escaping your eyes as you shut them tight. You felt Joe's hips halt for a second balls deep inside you as a heavy moan erupted from him, euphoria flooding his mind as well.

"Oh, fuck! Baby, I love you so much."

He buried his head in the crook of your neck, pressing there hot kisses in-between heavy breaths. Your hands got lost between his curls again as you both laid there in the silent, dimly lit room.

"Are you warm now?" Joe giggled.

"I am." A couple seconds later you slapped his back.

"Hey! What was that for?"

"For the teasing."

"You loved it, don't conceal it." He grinned as he pressed his lips onto yours.

"But..it was mean." You pouted and watched him remove the used condom, tie a knot on it and toss it into the bin next to the nightstand.

"Aw, I'm sorry, love. I didn't mean to be mean. I won't do it next time, yeah?" His big brown eyes stared into yours, his eyebrows arched.

"You'll do it next time, too." You squinted.

"Yeah..probably." He whispered as he kissed you and rolled over with his arms wrapped tightly around you.

Thank you for reading, hope you enjoyed it! Have a lovely day / night <3

[munsonxmayhem]

Hiii! I just want to say real quick that I really enjoy your writing sm!!!! I’ve read everything you’ve made in your masterlist. 🤍

I was wondering if you can make one for Joe x F!Reader where they both were on a press tour for ST and we’re always flirty with each other since the beginning of meeting one another. Celebs always get asked “who’s your celebrity crush” or “what’s your favorite thing about someone physically” so I feel like they would “jokingly” say things about each other. Idk I just feel like there should be some angst and smut in there somewhere but I don’t write soooooo I’m pretty shit hahahah.

Ahh thank you so much! I’m so glad you like my work <3

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Obvious.

Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Warnings; Angst, fluff, smut

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It’s no secret to you or the rest of your friends, and coworkers that you and Joseph were a bit flirty with each other. It’s been like that since the day you met on the set of Stranger Things. It only started being a public thing during the press tour for the new season.

Today you found yourself on yet another interview set, alongside Joseph, and Jamie. You were sat in the middle of both, answering whatever questions were thrown your way about the show.

The interviewer paused as Joseph kept nudging your chair with his foot, making you sway a bit and grab on so you didn’t fall. “I do apologize for them, they tend to get like this.” Jamie gives you both a look and you mutter an apology to the interviewer.

Joseph kept his feet to himself after Jamie scolded us silently for being immature. The interviewer brushed right past it, moving on to the next question.

“So, what would you guys say is your favorite physical attribute of someone? Say a crush or significant other..” She glances at each of us, a smile on her face. Jamie clears his throat, “Well, I’m a big fan of tattoos. I’ve got a few myself, so I like someone who also has them. A nice smile, as well.” He finishes, gesturing to both of you to go.

Joseph smiles, “I have to agree, I like a good smile. Like uh.. like (Y/N/N)’s actually.” He gestures to you, and you feel the heat creeping up on your face.

The interviewer holds her hands together, an adoring pout on her face at his compliment towards you.

“So I guess it’s my turn, and well.. like my coworkers here… I, too, like a good smile. Thank you, Joseph, by the way. I also really like brown eyes. Like.. big, round brown doe-eyes. Joseph’s a good example of this, actually.” You return the compliment, seeing him smile and poke his tongue out as he blushes.

The interviewer giggles at the obvious flirtation, “That’s lovely to hear, sounds like there could be some friends to lovers going on here between you two huh?” She jokes, and you and Joseph look at each other wide-eyed. “Well, that was the final question, and thank you guys for being here and doing this!” You all say your ‘thank you's and ‘goodbyes’ before making your way off the set.

You all make your way outside for a smoke, leaning up against the wall. “Well, that was quite the interview,” Jamie states, handing you his lighter. You light a cigarette, handing it back. “Yeah, quite.” You glance over at Joseph who’s looking at the ground intently as he smokes.

“You okay?” You nudge his side and he turns to look at you, he furrows his brows. “Yeah.” That is all he says before his ride pulls up, “That’s me. See you guys later.” He states, walking off.

“Did he seem off to you?” You ask Jamie, who nods as he watches the car drive off. “Absolutely, he did.” He agrees and looks at you curiously. “Maybe you should go talk to him.” He tells you, putting his cigarette out. You shrug, taking a long hit off yours. “He seemed fine earlier..” You trail off. “Ready?” He says, and you put your cigarette out. You nod, walking to Jamie’s car; you’d rode with him to the interview.

Later that night you’re sat on the couch, staring at the delivered messages to Joseph that had gone unanswered. What’s going on with him? You think to yourself as you stare at the screen.

You decide on calling him, a nervous pit forming in your stomach. After a few rings, he answers; “Yeah?” He mumbles into the other end.

“Hey, what are you doing?” You make small talk, in hopes that it’s not you he’s mad at.

“Just watching TV and yourself?” He replies, sounding unenthused.

“Was doing the same… Hey, can I come over?” You ask, simply. Cutting out the small talk.

“Sure, if you’d like.” He states, plainly.

“On my way.” You say before you both end the call.

The drive over to Joseph’s is short, music playing softly from your car radio as you pull into the parking lot of his hotel. Joseph was in a different hotel since fans leaked his location at the last one.

You made your way quickly to his room, knocking lightly on the suite door.

He opens in, wearing only joggers, his upper body completely exposed. He moves aside, gesturing you to come in. You kick off your shoes once you are in, dropping your purse on the table.

“Want something to drink?” He asks and you shake your head. “I’m okay, thank you.” He nods, sitting back down on the couch.

You tentatively sit beside him, before grabbing the remote and pausing his movie. He tries to protest but you cut him off, “Are you okay? You seemed off after the interview, and you wouldn’t respond to my texts.” You ramble quickly, to get it out of the way.

He sighs, leaning back into the couch. “I’m just confused.” He states, still gazing at the ceiling.

“What about?” You inquire softly.

“Us. We flirt, that’s obvious. I like you, that’s obvious. But what’s not obvious is how you feel about me. Like.. Do you like me, too? Or do you just flirt for fun?” He shakes his head, feeling a bit silly at his words.

“I do flirt for fun.” You start and his eyes squeeze shut. “But.. It’s only fun because I’m doing it with you. I do like you, Joe. I was just waiting for you to make the first move..” You trail off and he slowly looks over at you.

“You like me?” He sounds almost shocked. You nod, “You’re kidding, right?” You joke, a smirk playing on your face. “Of course I like you, or I wouldn’t have flirted back.” You playfully smack his arm and he covers his face in embarrassment. “I feel stupid.” He states, and you laugh loudly.

“No, don’t feel stupid. Neither of us made the first move, so it’s easy to be confused.” You try to comfort him. He nods, “I’m glad we’ve got that sorted out then.” He states, and you move so you’re seated right next to him, curled up in his side. “I really like you…” You mumble, running your hand up his bare chest.

His breath hitches at your touch, and he glances down at you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“Yeah?” He asks, barely above a whisper. You nod as he leans in, his lips connecting with yours gently; bringing his hand up to hold the side of your face.

You accidentally let out a soft moan against his lips, and he smirks against your lips. His hand moves from your cheek, slowly making its way to your hip. He pulls your leg over his lap, deepening the kiss as he does. He gently pushes you onto your back, never breaking the kiss. He slots himself between your legs, his hand caressing your outer thigh.

He slides his tongue across your bottom lip and you part your lips, allowing his tongue access. His tongue pushes deep into your mouth, exploring it expertly. You feel him starting to get hard through his joggers, and you whimper; involuntarily grinding up against him. He lets out a soft groan into your mouth, pushing his hips down against you.

He breaks the kiss as you tighten your legs around him, a shaky breath leaving his lips as he tries to hold back from tearing your clothes off. “Is this okay? Are we moving too fast?” He asks, his voice soft with concern. You shake your head, “I want this. I want you.” You whisper, and he smiles.

“Do you want this?” You ask him, and he nods. “More than anything.” That’s all the confirmation you two needed. You reach down, placing your palm flat against his now-straining erection, earning a soft moan from him. You smile, using the other hand to gently bring him back to your lips. The kiss is soft and sweet as you slowly stroke him.

He involuntarily pushes his hips against your hand, and you decide you’ve teased him enough. You bring your fingers to his waistband, reaching in and wrapping your fingers around his shaft. He gasps at the contact, breaking the kiss; keeping his lips slightly against yours.

“No boxers, huh?” You smirk, a devilish look in your eyes. He chuckles, a blush rising to his face. You bring your other hand down, you remove the one from around his cock, and gently tug his waistband. “Off.” You demand and he nods, hurriedly pushing them off his body.

You make quick work of taking off your jumper and leggings, leaving you in a matching lace set. He looks at you in awe, kneeling between your legs. “As much as I love these, they’ve gotta go.” He grabs the fabric of your panties, yanking them down your legs as you toss off the bra.

He climbs back over you, his cock nudging between your wet folds. You gasp at the feeling, pushing down against him making him slide through them. “Shit.. you’re soaked already..” He looks down between you both, slowly rocking his hips so that his cock is rubbing up and down your slit.

He’s about to reach down to touch you when you grab his hand, shaking your head. “Later, need you in me now.” You say shakily, and he nods. He wraps your legs around his waist, holding the back of the couch with one hand. You reach down, sliding his tip to your entrance. He pushes in slowly, and you bite your lip; you feel a slight pain because of his size, but it slowly dissipates as he pushes in completely.

“Oh..” You breathe out, hands gripping his shoulders. “You feel so good, baby..” He praises, thrusting in again a bit harder. You bring your hands to his back, pulling him down against you as he thrusts slow and deep, his head resting in the crook of your neck. You moan against the skin of his shoulder as you take every inch of him, feeling his muscles tense and ripple with each movement.

“Harder…” you pant out, your hot breath sending shivers down his spine. He grips your thigh harder, pulling out almost completely before driving himself back in, your body jolting at the force. “Oh my god, yes…” You gasp out, your nails digging into the soft skin of his back. He groans at the feeling, continuing his deep, relentless thrusts until you’re a moaning, whimpering mess beneath him.

You feel the knot in your stomach building, and he lifts your leg a bit higher, hitting deeper than he was before. You feel him nudge your g-spot and you nearly scream at the feeling; “Oh my god! Right there, yes! Don’t stop!” You cry out.

“Shit, you’re so tight around me. Fuck! Squeezing me so good.” He groans out, his mouth leaving sloppy kisses on your neck. He reaches between you with his free hand, rubbing tight circles on your clit. Your jaw drops, a whiny whimper leaving you.

“Joe... Joe I’m gonna-“ He snaps his hips harder, and you come undone completely. Body shaking as waves of pleasure flow through you, muscles tensing and making your pussy put a vice grip on his cock. He groans out loudly, his thrusts faltering as you bring him to his climax.

As you moan loudly in his ear, he comes undone; feeling you squeezing every last drop of him into you. He thrusts slowly through both of your highs, heavy pants falling from both of your mouths. He falls limply against you, breathing heavily into your neck as you softly run your fingers through his curls.

“Oh my god… that was..” He trails off, voice raspy. “Incredible..” You finish for him, head fuzzy from the mind-blowing orgasm you just had. He chuckles breathlessly, “Incredible.”

He manages to pull himself off, easing out of you. He slides his pants on, placing a quick kiss on your cheek and telling you to hold on a second. He quickly makes his way to the bedroom, coming back with a damp rag and one of his t-shirts.

He sits down on the couch, placing one of your legs on the back of the couch and the other one dangling limply off the side. He softly pressed the damp rag to your sensitive skin, cleaning the mess you both had made. You wince slightly and he pulls the rag back, placing a kiss on the inner part of your thigh.

“So beautiful..” He coos as he finishes cleaning you up. He reaches down, grabbing your panties and sliding them up your legs, grabbing your hands and dragging you to sit up he slides his t-shirt over your body, obviously too big for you, but you love that.

He pulls you into his side, kissing your lips gently, before placing kisses all over your face. “Joe, stop!” You giggle out, grabbing his face in your hands. He looks at you with big, loving eyes and you lean in and press a soft kiss to his lips.

“I’m gonna take you on a proper date tomorrow, okay?” He whispers, and you smile. “I’d love that.” He nuzzles his face in your neck.

You hear your phone ring from your purse on the table, grabbing it you see Jamie’s contact flashing on the phone. You sigh, answering it. “Hi, Jamie.” You breathe out, composing yourself. “Hey, you ever talk to Joe? He’s not answering my texts.” You nod over to Joseph’s phone, and he grabs it; making a ‘yikes’ face at the amount of missed messages.

“I did, actually. Everything’s fine now.” Then Joseph leans in and starts kissing your neck. You quietly try to push him off, and he giggles. “Is he there?” Jamie asks, probably hearing Joe’s laugh. You sigh, sending a glare to Joe. “Uh, yep he’s here.” You say, gently slapping his arm. He fakes pain, before laughing. “Hi, Jamie! Sorry, I missed your texts, I’ve been uh.. busy.” He couldn’t have made it more obvious; you switch the phone to speaker.

“Busy, huh?” It goes silent for a second, “Oh my god! You guys fucked!” He yells into the phone and your face goes red. “What? No, we didn’t!” You try to defend yourself. “Yeah, we did!” Joseph yells proudly. You push him, and he laughs. “Joseph!” You scold him. You hear Jamie’s loud laughter from the phone, “Oh c’mon, (Y/N). It’s obvious.” You hang up before he can say more.

Joseph shrugs, smiling smugly as you look at him. You pout, crossing your arms. He chuckles, pulling you against him again. “Don’t be mad, baby. If anyone's gonna figure it out, it’s Jamie.” He’s right, that man has an eye for it; he’s the first one to notice yours and Joseph’s flirting.

“God, I love your big, brown eyes.” You stare at him, lovingly. He grins widely, “And I love your smile.” He coos, brushing your hair from your face.

It goes silent for a moment before he looks back at you, “(Y/N)?” You look up at him, “Yeah?” You raise an eyebrow. “I love you.” He states. You smile, pushing your head into his neck. “I love you.” You reply, placing a gentle kiss on his skin.

“I love you.”

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[talaok]

joseph quinn x actress!reader having sex in their trailer in between takes on the set of st

Pairing:  Joseph Quinn x fem!reader

Warnings: SMUT: unprotected sex (I should make them wear a condom once in a while, shouldn't I?)

BE QUIET

"Cut!" Matt yelled "Sorry, guys there's a problem with the background we're gonna need a moment" Ross informed you. Oh great, you thought as everyone went to their chairs. "Come with me," Joe said, as he gripped your hand and started to march somewhere, dragging you with him. "W-what are you doing?" you asked, confused as he continued walking out of the set and, you now realized, towards his trailer. "Joseph!" you shrilled "What's going on? we gotta get back" you tried getting him to listen, but his grip on you didn't soften, quite the opposite actually. "What are you doing?" you exhaled as he pushed his trailer's door open and pulled you in with him. "take off your pants" he said through gritted teeth as he pushed you against the door and started unbuckling his belt. You wrinkled your eyebrows together "W-what?" Was he being serious? "Take them off sweetheart, or I'm going to" he said, pulling his pants down, and looking at you hungrily. "Joe" you breathed out. You would be lying if you said this hadn't turned you on. Seeing him so desperate and needy for you... "We can't" you murmured He looked at you disappointedly, before he leaned down and kissed you sloppily. You melted into his touch and didn't even notice as he undid your pants. "We can, and we will," he said, breaking the kiss and pulling your pants down abruptly " you're just gonna need to try and be quiet for me ok?" You bit your lip and nodded shily. He was always impossible to say no to. "good girl" he said, giving you a quick kiss before grabbing your waist and turning you around so that you were facing the door. You gasped. "Sh sh sh" he shushed you, "I don't wanna hear a sound coming from your pretty mouth baby" as he slowly pulled your panties down. "It's not that I don't looove the filthy sound you make for me" you heard him spit on his hand and stroke his cock with it. "But we don't want people to hear" he slowly pushed into you, and you bit your bottom lip, trying hard not to moan  "Do we baby?" he asked coyly, placing a gentle kiss on your shoulder, before he started moving in and out of you rapidly. "f-fuck" you mumbled softly. "I know princess" he whispered to your ear, as you whimpered faintly. "I know" he said, way too sweetly considering how harshly he was thrusting into you. He sped up his movement and you tried to hold it in, you really did, but he was stretching you out so good and hitting your g-spot perfectly with each trust, you just couldn't do it. "Fuck Joe!" you moaned loudly he brought a hand up to your mouth and covered it. "You need to be quiet, baby" he whispered lowly into your ear, as he kept pounding into you. "You don't want people to know what's happening in here, right?" he grunted. "you don't want them to know that the good little girl they see every day on set is in here getting fucked senseless, while everyone's waiting for her" he purred, as he let your mouth go and placed both his hands on your waist, gripping you tightly as he started pushing himself even deeper inside you. You could feel your legs going limp while your orgasm was building inside your tummy. "Do you?" Joe asked, his breathing ragged. You were biting your lip so hard you could almost taste blood. "N-No Joseph" you muttered "I-I don't" you slurred, almost incomprehensibly. "You don't what?" he asked, as he put one of his hands on your shoulder to push into you even harder. Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull and you threw your head back, nuzzling it between his shoulder and face. "What is it you don't want princess?" he whispered against your neck as he placed a sloppy kiss on it. "I-I" you stuttered "I-I don't want them to know that y-your fucking me senseless in here" you managed to spit out, as the pressure in your lower belly continued to build, feeling like a growing bubble about to burst. Joseph groaned "That's right" he kissed your neck again. "I-I-I'm-" you tried talking. You felt him smirk as his hot breath hit your neck. "Come for me baby" "Come all over my cock" he whispered, sending you over the edge. The bubble in your belly burst, and a wave of pleasure washed over you, as you bit your lip to silence your own moans. "So good  for me baby" Joe muttered "So fucking good" he thrusted into you one last time, cumming and filling you up completely as he groaned loudly.

"Where the hell have you been? Everyone is looking for you." Keery scolded you as soon as you got back to set. "I needed to go to the bathroom" you said innocently He frowned "With him?" he asked as Joseph arrived just behind you. You opened your mouth to justify yourself, but no good excuses came to mind. Just when you'd thought of something you noticed his features change "Oh, gross!" he complained, as he realized what had actually happened "fucking goss, man" he sighed, and you looked at him puzzled. "Your belt is on the wrong way" he rolled his eyes, pointing at Joseph's belt, before walking away, clearly disgusted. You and Joe looked at each other as you bursted out laughing. "Really?" you asked, eyeing the belt. "Well, you rushed me!"