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JOSEPH QUINN as EDDIE MUNSON in STRANGER THINGS Season Four Chapter One: "The Hellfire Club"

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The Dungeon Master and Chess Queen

You're the new student and chess captain at Hawkins High. When Eddie Munson asks you for tutoring you're certain you have him handled but you may have underestimated his strategy.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

It was morning break on Monday when Eddie came to find you.

You and Max were enjoying the quiet isolation of the picnic bench Eddie usually dealt at. You were sitting lotus style on the table with your chess board set up mid game while Max read a graphic novel you'd found in a thrift store.

Eddie's boots made enough noise to announce himself but you were completely transfixed by the still pieces on their squares. Max saw Eddie but went back to reading without a word.

Today you'd separated her hair into multiple braids and woven them together into a crown. Eddie thought of suggesting you swap book selling for hairdressing but he supposed a legitimate business wouldn't supply the same thrill.

"Sinclair said you two sometimes come up here before class," Eddie tried to get your attention away from the stalled game. "I hope I'm not disturbing you guys and your invisible friend."

Max muttered something about Lucas being a snitch and went back to reading.

You were more polite lifting your eyes and smiled at your visitor.

"I was hoping to catch you actually," you said and motioned for Eddie to join you.

"Really?" Eddie asked suspiciously, "Most people don't say that."

"Do you have ten bucks?" you got the point before he could waffle on. "One of my clients stood me up so I'm short."

"Oh so that's how it works does it?" Eddie asked with mock indignation. "You think a hot time in the janitor's closet opens an account at the Bank of Munson? Well credit denied madam!"

"I left half my good lipstick on you!" you protested joining in the joke. "You owe me! They're quality cosmetics!"

"I'll pay that," Eddie conceded with a chuckle and passed you some crumpled notes from his vest pocket. "What are you buying?"

"Greyhound tickets to Detroit," you answered and smoothed the currency on your leg. "I'm playing at a tournament this weekend. I'll pay you back next week plus ten percent of anything I win."

"Done deal honey."

"Hey, ten bucks doesn't buy you familiarity," you warned jabbing the notes his way threateningly.

"We're beyond familiar babe," Eddie replied then turned to Max. "Scoot kid, I need to talk to your mum."

"Do what I've shown you Max," you sighed returning your attention to the board.

Max flipped Eddie off with both middle fingers and told him to, "Die in a fire."

"I see you're a big inspiration for the youth," Eddie remarked snidely as Max packed the graphic novel in her bag.

"Says the man running a cult," you countered and turned to Max who was on her feet. "You don't have to go because of this guy."

"I don't want to hang around for the pillow talk," Max grunted. "I'll see you later?"

"Yep. Science Lab B for chess at lunch. I have a new opening for you."

Max stomped away through the undergrowth and you were left alone with Eddie and the chess board.

"Did you say I was a cult leader?" he asked when Max was out of earshot.

"You're a charismatic guy with wild hair who recruits young people to join him in practices outside the mainstream and adorn themselves in matching garb," you answered with a small shrug. "Pretty apt description."

"That doesn't make me a cult leader," Eddie retorted and crossed his arms.

"Whatever you say," you said as a smile started rising on your lips. "Just don't run a Kool Aid stand at the next school carnival."

That tickled Eddie's macabre sense of humour and he had to laugh. He and his Hellfire Club had been called a lot of nasty things but no one had the nerve to tease him to his face.

Besides, coming from a chess captain it was insults amongst outcasts.

"What did you come here for Eddie?" you asked.

The bell would ring soon and you needed to cut the banter.

"I wanted to check how you were with the suspension and everything," Eddie slipped his long legs over the bench so he could sit near you. "I would have called but none of your friends would give me your number. Robin said I'd make heavy breathing calls."

"Probably best you didn't. Dad has a habit of answering and trapping people on the line," you admitted.

"Yeah I heard your dad's a little-" Eddie broke off when he saw your friendly expression suddenly drop and eyes narrow.

"Go on," you dared.

"Never mind," Eddie was smart and changed the subject. "How much trouble did I get you in?"

"Got me in?" you nose crumpled from your confused expression. "I got you in trouble, I undid your pants to conceal my controversial library."

"Which I made you show me," Eddie interjected.

"Let's not squabble over details," you said rubbing your temples. "All Dad asked was who I was kissing and why so nothing came of it."

"He was cool with you kissing me? Really?"

One time he had seen his lab partner with her mother at the supermarket and had helped load their shopping onto the conveyor belt. Come Monday he was reassigned a new lab partner because the mother didn't want her daughter subjected to a "long haired thug" who would destroy her chemistry grade.

"A really nice guy who helped prevent a book burning? What's the problem with that?" you asked with open hands.

Eddie was rarely silent so you worried he was catatonic by the way he stared at you blankly while the birds chirped and trees rustled around you.

He thought your fiery defense of his character in the principal's office had stemmed from your need to rebel against Higgins, not genuine faith in his character.

He could count on one hand those who would stand up for him.

"Eddie?"

"Um yeah," Eddie came back online and blinked a few times to dissolve the glassiness of eyes. "I was wondering something else while you're here."

Your stomach began to twist and you held your breath. You'd been worrying about this possibility during your suspension, that Eddie would mistake your cunning romantic ruse for something real.

Something he would want to pursue.

"I hear you do some tutoring for the middle schoolers," Eddie continued before he lost his nerve. He never like admitting he was vulnerable. "I was wondering if maybe you could help me out with a few subjects?"

"Oh, yeah, sure," you stumbled through your quick reply. "We can sort something."

The bell rang and you both leapt into action relieved to end the awkward conversation. You had been rehearsing the 'Let's Be Friends' speech since the weekend and were elated to now know it wasn't needed.

Eddie was likewise pleased as he's half expected you to be contemptuous. He hadn't been suspended like you, he'd spent the last week in after school detentions where he'd asked around about the impressive grades Principal Higgins had mentioned.

Apparently you would be this year's valedictorian if only you could tell people to fuck off less. Hawkins High was not going to let you make the graduation speech for the Class of 86.

One of his fellow reprobates mentioned his younger brother was getting tutoring from you and Eddie started to think. He could feel this was going to be his year and now he knew why, the universe had brought you to him.

Eddie helped you pack up the board and offered a gentlemanly hand to help you off the table.

"Who won?" he asked showing his good mood. "You or Mr Invisible?"

"I lost that one," you admitted as you made your way down the hill together. "I was trying to find where they first made the play I didn't see."

"Who in the club beat you?" he asked curiously.

"That was a match from a local tournament three years ago. I like to go over my old games and analyse my opponent's strategies," you explained.

"You're shitting me," Eddie scoffed as the prison of Hawkins High came into view. "You can't remember the layout from that long ago."

"I shit you not," you countered and gave him a dead serious look. "I remember all my games. Even my first one."

That sounded incredibly spurious but somehow Eddie could believe it. He'd never seen you play but an amateur wouldn't take a six hour bus to play chess against strangers on a weekend.

"Well you better give me a kiss before we go to class," Eddie said changing the subject as you walked into the building.

"Pardon me?" you asked amazed at his hubris.

This guy had some serious balls if he thought you were going to dish out kisses like lollipops on vaccine day.

"The Eye on Sauron is upon us babe which means-"

"Principal Higgins is watching us for any further sign of felonious behaviour," you translated before you got buried in Tolkien theology. "So we best feed the gossip mill who will quilt us a cover with their vicious whispers and spiteful stories. I read Lord of the Rings too."

"Baby I'm not sure if you can get any hotter right now," Eddie purred silky and leaned in for the kiss.

Your lipstick printed on his mouth and you slipped a hand around his neck to feel the smooth skin under his jacket collar. There was no passion in the exchange but you had to admit the way Eddie brushed your hair behind your ear with his calloused guitarist's fingers wasn't entirely unpleasant.

You received a few catcalls and crude comments then pulled away from each other.

Mission successful.

Eddie had such a smug smile on his handsome face you couldn't let him swagger away in victory.

"Tolkien was overrated," you whispered in his ear and wiggled your butt so it suggested you were promising future favours. "Too many descriptions of fucking trees."

Eddie's nostrils flared like an enraged bull's and he opened his mouth to destroy you but your hand was already moving towards the winning move.

"I'm gonna eat this for lunch!" you yelled over the student herd migrating around you and gave Eddie's crotch a tight squeeze.

The crowd went wild with whoops and shouts and you held the delicate bulge just long enough for an appropriate amount of people to witness it.

Eddie was frozen in place and his bag slipped from his shoulder landing on the floor spilling his pens and books. His mind couldn't comprehend what was going on but his cock could.

The warmth and strength of your grip had opened the hormone floodgates and blood rushed straight into his length. You'd let go but his dick was crying out for more like a semaphore flag waving frantically for attention.

"Don't leave me hungry baby!" you hollered and ran towards your history class.

Checkmate.

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Enraptured {I}

Emperor Geta x Innocent Acacius!Reader request: no gif credits: @freckledjoes divider credits: @arcielee Summary: Geta becomes enraptured with Acacius' innocent daughter Y/n. A dangerous obsession begins to take over. Warnings: 18+, MDNI, sexual thoughts, seduction, obsessive nature, possesive!geta, mentions of oral sex (f receving), dry humping, feelings?, sweet talking, manipulation, geta does have a heart (if you squint), jealous!geta Word Count: 4.7k Disclaimer: I don't own Gladiator II or its characters, nor do I claim them as my own Comments, likes and reblogs are always adored and appreciated xx this fic is inspired by: Florence and the Machine - Howl

If you'd like to, you can also listen to the ambient music that I listened to, which helped me write the story. Preferably in the order I've listed the music, it helps create a more atmospheric reading mood <3 palace gardens (day) palace gardens (night)

oof, i wrote this over the span of three nights at 4am, hope you all enjoy it <3 part II coming soon

Geta took the throne following his father's death, alongside his ill-fated brother, Caracalla. Both twins ruled with a ruthless desire for control—a desire for true power. But instead of focusing solely on politics and war, his mind found itself increasingly occupied by the image of a girl he'd only seen fleetingly. Her name was Y/n, the daughter of General Marcus Acacius, a man whose loyalty to the empire was as unwavering as his reputation was formidable. He had seen her at the victory parade beside her father on their chariot when the General returned from his recent victory conquest in Numidia. It may have only been a brief glimpse, but it had been enough. Y/n was a striking beauty in a bold and ever-changing Roman society. However, she possessed a softer charm, a quiet grace that drew Geta in like a moth to a flame. She was an oasis in the desert of scheming courtiers and ruthless assassins to seek refuge, and Geta fell toward her with such intensity bordering on desperation. Dying of a quenching thirst he had never known until he had laid eyes upon her. Geta, though, was prone to fits of tyrannical rage, yet, beneath the surface, a flicker of softness occasionally surfaced, a vulnerability he fiercely guarded. It was only ever reserved for his brother to ease his own fits due to his illness. No one else had that privilege. However, the constant weight of bearing the whole of Rome on his shoulders and monitoring Caracalla at times grew too much for him to handle. 

That is how he found himself in the palace gardens one day, where he found her. The object of his hidden affections, the reason for his thoughts to drown out the senate's boring words. The very woman who created his obsession to take over his entire being. Geta approached her from behind, listening to her hum a gentle tune. The ever-so-soft breeze blew her strands of hair as her fingers brushed the flowers delicately. A butterfly flittered above, and she held out her finger for the flying insect to land Y/n smiled. “Hello, my friend. What a marvellous day for an adventure.” A light giggle emitted from her plump lips. Geta’s eyes glittered with adoration and masked the lingering hunger inside him before making his presence known.

“It’s not often I find myself in the company of an ethereal goddess like yourself, my lady.” His voice startled her; the sudden sharp movement in her body made the butterfly leave her finger. Her doe eyes found Geta with a frightened stare. Geta immediately realised his mistake, rushing toward her with a hand raised to show he meant no harm. “My sincere apologies, my lady. Do not be afraid.” He smiled. Y/n softly gathered her skirt as she moved away from him slightly. “Emperor Geta.” She bowed her head in respect, loose strands of her hair falling beside her face; the immediate response of obedience made Geta’s heart swell. Tilting her chin to face him, his fingers lingered on her skin longer than he intended. Y/n’s lashes fluttered as she smiled timidly, and a light blush appeared on her cheeks.

Geta removed his fingers, and a soft hum filled his chest. “So…tell me, are the gods displeased?” He smirked, and the glint in his chocolate eyes made her release a light-hearted laugh. “I couldn’t know what you mean; I’ve never met them, Emperor.” She answered with a light tease. Geta’s smirk widened as he leaned forward to whisper. “I believe they would be jealous that you’d rather spend your time here than with them.” Y/n, too, leans forward slightly; her gaze also flickers downwards briefly before meeting Geta’s gaze again. “Why are we whispering Emperor?” She asked. Geta chuckled, looking over his shoulder and then up to the sky. “I may be a vessel for the gods, but that does not mean they would take it lightly; their most beautiful goddess is occupying her time with me.” The tip of his nose caressed hers gently; the sudden close contact made Y/n retract, and her breathing grew heavy. Geta smiled, his fingers tracing her palm before his thumb traced over her pulse in her wrist. “You needn’t be so nervous around me. But perhaps you're a nymph; I’ve read how timid they can be.” He murmured. The compliment made her blush even more. “Your father speaks of you often; my brother and I have asked him to bring you to our festivities; he always seems to have an excuse not to bring you.” He told her with a light pout appearing on his face. 

Y/n took in a small, sharp inhale. “I apologise, Emperor. It’s not my father’s doing entirely; I’m inexperienced with court life. Also, Lucilla and I spend most of the days together. Reading and walking.” She explained to Geta; his head tilted, and the corner of his lips tugged into a grin. “Ah, yes, Lucilla. Between her and your father, they’ve kept you in a gilded cage. Such innocence must be preserved, I understand. But little nymph…” His voice trailed off, and his bronze irises stared into hers. His gaze heated and filled with an intense fire. The sight made Y/n’s breathing falter slightly; the deep crimson eyeshadow around Geta’s eyes made his stare more penetrating. He leaned in a little more, their lips almost touching as if he were teasing her with the promise of a kiss. “Do you not wish for more? To see more? 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐦��𝐫𝐞?” He breathed heavily, his fingers caressing her jaw and moving up to her cheek. “I-I do not know what to say…” Y/n’s words fell short, and the combination of Geta’s touch, words, and closeness overwhelmed her. “Emperor Geta.” Y/n moved away and stood quickly, brushing her hands over her dress. “You must forgive me, I-” She began, her breathing growing uneven as she stepped away. “My father, if he were to find out about this exchange…it’s improper. Whispers will be said about us.” Geta’s brows furrowed, his eyes narrowed, and his jaw clenched as he stood. “Should anyone feel the need to whisper anything about their Emperor and the General’s daughter improperly, Caracalla has always expressed an interest in servants participating in our games.” He gave a broad smile Y/n still kept her distance as she heard her name being called in the distance by a guard. “Lady Acacius, your father has requested we bring you home. The evening will be upon us soon.” Y/n smiled at her guard, turning to face Geta curtising gracefully. Geta observed her through hooded eyes, flickering down to her body as she stood to her full height, her gaze still on the ground. Geta released a light chuckle before once again tilting her chin up. “Oh sweet nymph, your innocence is most…𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.” 

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Geta rested his hands on his marble terrace, hearing the loud chatter of his brother entering his private chambers. “Brother! The games begin today, and I am ready to command blood to be spilt!” Caracalla clapped. Geta entered his chambers, a soft smile upon his face at his twin brother. Nodding, he sipped his wine and pointed to Caracalla with a maddening grin. “The gods, they seem quite unmerciful. I can feel it.” They both laughed, and the manic look in their eyes matched the others. All the gladiators would have to pray that today could be their last.

While in the palace, lively chatter and excitement filled the halls and chambers alike, and the joy of the gladiator games took place to honour General Marcus Acacius. Not the same could be said in the home of the Acacius’ home. Marcus fiddled with the ring on his finger as Lucilla adjusted his cloak with a warm smile on her facial features. Marcus’s soulful eyes softened at his wife, finally feeling at peace and being back in her warmth. “Y/n and I have missed you dearly, Y/n more so. As much as I worry and long for your return and safety, your daughter fears the most out of us both. She lost her mother; she does not want to lose you.” Lucilla’s soft-spoken voice made Marcus’ heart clench at the memory of losing Y/n’s mother. “If something were to ever happen to me, she has you. She adores you Lucilla.” Marcus smiled; his brown eyes shined with love. Lucilla’s smile widened her fingers, delicately resting the Acacius brooch on her husband’s cloak. Her eyes looked over Marcus’ shoulder, and her face brightened once again. “Y/n, dear, you look beautiful.” Y/n nervously fiddled with the dress, made from the finest silks and gold embroidery—a gift from Geta. “I’ve never seen that dress before. Is it new?” Marcus asked Y/n nodded as she spun in a circle. “A gift from Emperor Geta. Isn’t it wonderful? Lavender is my favourite colour. Today, he even gifted me my favourite poems by Virgil. He told me it brings him joy to see me happy. However, I do not know how he found out about these things. Perhaps he heard from you, father.” She giggled softly as she ran out of the lavender dress flowing behind her. Y/n’s innocence filled Marcus with dread; his sweet daughter was unaware of Emperor Geta and his true intentions. Marcus felt helpless. To move against an Emperor, especially one as mad and a tyrant as Geta and Caracalla, then Marcus would surely pay with his life. “Lucilla. We must move forward with our plans with the Senate. Y/n is now involved; whatever web Geta has weaved her in, I can not- I will not let him entrap her.” He let out a shaky breath. 

The night festivities Geta loved as much as the games, the loud laughter of the senate filling their body with endless wine and food. The music played as concubines, slaves, and whores danced for entertainment. Geta observed carefully with a heavy glare as Caracalla spoke with Y/n, the two laughing at one of Caracalla’s playful remarks about one of their servants. Geta’s hand gripped his throne, trying to hold his composure. Seeing Y/n in her new lavender dress, which he had gifted her, made her body look even more heavenly and beautiful, even if it were even possible. His eyes constantly raked over her figure, imagining tearing the fabric from her body. Adjusting himself in his throne, he felt his cock harden at the thought of having his way with Y/n. He could see her underneath him, moaning and writhing in pleasure. His gaze darkened further as Dondus jumped up and down on Caracalla’s shoulder, his tiny blue linen dress bouncing in tow. “And this is?” Y/n gestured to Dondus with a bright smile. Caracalla held out his arm for Dondus to approach Y/n, and the capuchin happily rubbed his head on Y/n’s open palm. “This is Dondus, my closest friend and trusted ally.” He expressed with a giggle.

“Aww, he’s so sweet. Does he always embrace strangers so quickly?” Caracalla shook his head. “It seems you may be his new favourite. For that, you may never be able to leave the palace now.” Before laughing, Y/n laughed too as Dondus hopped onto her lap, spinning in circles and clapping his hands. “He’s putting on a show for me. Aren’t you charming?” Y/n cooed. Caracalla turned to Geta with a snide grin. “He dislikes Geta; he’s always peeing on him. Be careful; brother Dondus may do so if you get too close to Y/n now.” Y/n fluttered her lashes over to Geta, smiling at his brother’s comment. Her breath hitched in her throat, seeing Geta’s hungry stare upon her.

“Oh, I’m sure Dondus will understand. The three of you can share me. There’s plenty of love to go around.” She nuzzled her nose against his. The capuchin chittered, climbing up so Y/n could hold him in her hands. Geta smiled, licking his lips as he narrowed his eyes before sipping his wine. After he sat his goblet down, he leant over. “Dondus would think twice about committing such an act toward me, brother. He knows the boundaries. But as our dear Y/n said, I’m sure we can share her. Though it’s fair to say, she’ll become more fond of my company.” He flickered his gaze to Y/n, a wicked grin on his face, standing from his throne.

“Would you like to retreat somewhere quieter, my little nymph?” He bowed with his hand stretched out. Y/n looked up with a nod of her head and stretched out her arm for Dondus to climb back to Caracalla. Slipping her hand into his waiting palm. Geta helped her stand as she bowed to Caracalla. “It was lovely speaking with you, Caracalla. I’m sure we are going to be great friends.” Y/n kissed Caracalla’s ring. The younger twin grinned happily and nodded enthusiastically. “And it was my pleasure becoming acquainted with you, Dondus.” The monkey jumped up and down, spinning in a circle again before posing with his hands in the air. Y/n clapped softly. “Bravo, my dear friend.” She giggled as Geta pulled her to his body with a possessive grip, his jealousy becoming apparent.

If you could only see the beast you've made of me. I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free.

Caracalla smirked knowingly whilst giggling to himself, kicking his feet while doing so. Seeing his brother jealous was the icing on the cake for the evening. Something Caracalla always liked most was making his brother envious; Geta glared at his twin fire burning in his eyes. “Not. A. Word.” He pointed to his brother, removing himself and Y/n from the festivities; Caracalla's distant laughter made Geta’s jealousy burn brighter. The crackling of fire and cicadas filled the night. Geta led Y/n to his private garden near his chambers; the distant sound of a lyre playing created a serene, calming atmosphere. Y/n looked at the blanket of stars glittering in the sky.

“The stars are especially bright tonight. My father and I have always loved observing them and seeing the constellations. The stories of the gods. Do you agree-” Y/n turned to face Geta, whose eyes were only fixed on her. Geta raised his hand to her face, tracing his knuckle along her cheek and ran his fingers through her hair, twirling some loose strands. “If it’s possible, you're even more beautiful in the evening, little nymph. Lavender is your colour; 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲.” Heat spread across her cheeks at his compliment. “You flatter me, Emperor.” She replied, eyes cast down, and her nervousness began to show.

Geta laughed lightly; his fingers touched her chin, tilting her face to look at him. “You may call me Geta when we are alone, my dear.” Geta murmured Y/n’s heart began to race. Both were leaning into one another, their noses brushing, the building infatuation between them growing more apparent with each passing moment. Being this close to a man, let alone an Emperor, made her feel dizzy. “Geta…” Her voice was weak as Geta rubbed his cheek along hers, breathing in the sweet scent of her jasmine bath oils. “I-is this allowed?” She blinked, looking around to see if anyone could be watching. “Mmm, it’s quite alright.” His voice was sultry thick with lust, sending goosebumps all over her body. Geta wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her tightly. His lips found her pulse point, his nose brushing along the side of her throat. Y/n let out a soft moan, her eyes fluttering closed at the sensation. Geta grinned, sweeping his hand up her thigh and moving aside the dress at its slit, exposing her leg. 

The coolness of his rings soothed her heated skin, and Y/n’s body involuntarily moved closer to Geta. The dull ache between her legs made her whine lowly, the unknown sensations in her body making her mind hazy with confusion. “Can you keep a secret?” Geta’s voice was low and intimate, his breath fanning her cheek, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. The tip traced the edge of her lips. A little whimper emitted from her parted lips. “What kind of secret?” Feeling weightless in his embrace, Geta pulled her leg over his waist, and Y/n held onto his shoulder for support. “The very kind that could change your life. I have desires, Y/n—dark ones.” Y/n swallowed, and a tremulous breath escaped her brows furrowed slightly in confusion. “Desires?” She whispered, the word heavy with a sense of curiosity. 

Screaming in the dark, I howl when we're apart. Drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart.

Geta’s eyes darkened, and the heat in his stare made her feel like an animal caught in a cage. “Would you like me to show you?” His fingers trail over her exposed collarbone slowly toward her chest. He smirked at her little gasp, leaning in to graze his lips along hers, their breathing heavy with anticipation. “If I were to slip my fingers between your legs…” He whispered, moving his hand further up her thigh, dangerously close to where she ached for him the most. “I believe I would know all I need too.” Y/n blinked the moon reflecting in her eyes, making her even more sinless to him. “And what would that be?” She asked him, desperation filling her voice. The young Emperor laughed, biting his lip, his Adam’s apple bopping heavily. “That your body wants me as much as mine wants yours.” Y/n’s lips parted, and a choked moan tumbled out as she adjusted herself to sit on his lap fully. Feeling brave, Y/n licked her lips and pressed her lips to Geta’s; it was all the consent Geta needed; a deep growl rumbled in his chest, and the sweet, innocent kiss soon turned heated. A clash of teeth and tongues melting into one another. A startled moan fell from her lips, allowing Geta to slide his tongue into her mouth. Gathering his robes into balls in her palms, Y/n rolled her hips experimentally, feeling his hard cock press against her aching core. Peppering kisses along her jaw toward her neck, Geta placed his hands on her hips in a deathly hold; the possessive grip made Y/n gasp, clutching onto Geta’s shoulders. “𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐚…” Y/n tried to speak, her voice failing her as Geta breathed heavily, his lips finding hers, silencing her with another hunger-filled kiss. “𝐘/𝐧…” He groaned between pants as she melted into him, the warmth of his body igniting a desire she never knew existed but now setting them alight. Yet with every kiss, every heated touch, the intoxicating thrill of the forbidden. She let herself be swept away, lost in the depths of his chocolate eyes, the rough yet tender touch of his hands upon her body, the promise of something more. Whatever spell he had put her under, Y/n surrendered willingly. Geta’s eyes shined at the uncorrupt girl above him; her angelic sounds made him grow harder. Her flushed cheeks and porcelain-like skin glowed under the moon’s brightness. “You are making it troublesome for me to withhold myself from ravaging you, 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐩𝐡.” His tongue darted out to slide along Y/n’s bottom lip, their pants of breath filling one another’s mouths. “You speak so boldly, my Emperor.” Geta smiled, running his fingers through her hair and tugging the strands gently yet firmly. “Boldness is necessary in my position. Those who seek power must be. But with you, I find myself wanting to be more than bold. To be impulsive. Reckless. To… 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐞.” He murmured, resting his head on hers, pushing her dress further up her leg to her hips. “Consume?” She whispered, intoxicated by the alluring promise in his words. 

Draping her wrists over his shoulders, rolling her hips faster, the idle yearning inside creeping to the surface at a rapid pace. She knew it could be wrong, forbidden to be involved with a man that is not her husband. Let alone an Emperor. But for so long, she had been sheltered away from the society of Rome, where concubines roamed the streets and delighted in orgies—the violent games filled with spilling of gladiator’s blood—the dangers of being lured into a web of deceit and power-hungry ego-filled men. Y/n understood why her father and Lucilla kept her away from it all, but to keep her away from all of that, they kept her away from Geta. Someone who, the moment she met, she felt an instant pull and attraction. How could you possibly stay away from him now?

“Is that a threat or a promise?” Y/n pulled him closer, her fingers slowly working through his ginger locks. The gold laurel shone from the moon’s beam as she removed it from his head. Geta watched her movements, and a wolfish grin spread across his lips. “A promise, of course, my sweet Y/n. Though perhaps to others it can be seen as a threat.” He replied, his intense and unwavering. No matter how often they shared a gaze, each one grew more fervent than the last. “Consuming something can be dangerous.”

Y/n spoke with a shaky breath, her nerves growing unsteady. Silence fell between them as Geta thrust his hips upwards Y/n cried out, the jolt of pleasure rippling through her.

Kissing the column of her throat, Geta moaned lowly, arms looped around her back, pressing their chests together. He could feel the wetness of her arousal seeping through her undergarments and into his robes. “Will you allow me?” He guided her hips to move harder Y/n moaned, clutching onto his robes, her legs shaking at the contact of her body moving against his. “I can give you everything you’ve ever dreamed of. Whatever your heart desires, it’s yours. Allow me to have you, all of you. And in return, you will have all of me.” Geta released a broken moan Y/n shivered, nodding wordlessly; she threw her head back as Geta’s eyes gleamed darkly; his hands tugged and pulled at her dress, sourcing any part of skin he could grab. Grunting through his bared teeth, Geta rolled them over, pining her beneath him as he rutted his hips between her parted legs. Y/n arched her back, leaving Geta to assault her with rough kisses and teasing love bites littering her skin—marking her as his.

My fingers claw your skin, try to tear my way in. You are the moon that breaks the night for which I have to howl.

“That’s it, sweet girl. So pretty spread out under me; how would the gods feel to see their precious nymph being seduced by the Emperor? Helplessly watching as she succumbs to his dark charms.” He panted their moans, filling the air, the rustling over the clothes rubbing against each other, Y/n’s whimpers ringing through Geta’s ears and leaning into the whisper in her ear, pressing his body firmly to hers. “I can only imagine how you would look sprawled on my bed, my head between your legs as I feasted on your cunt.” He groaned, his eyes falling closed, imagining the scene in his mind Y/n gripped his hair harder at his words. “Or perhaps you would prefer first I take you with my cock, claim your virtue for myself. Steal you away from your father, bind you to me. Lavish you with jewels, the finest dresses fit for an Empress. We can lay in bed to our heart's content, making love until the early hours of dawn to the late hours of the evening.” He rested a hand on the globe of her ass, wrapping a leg around his waist. “Your heart will be safe with me. I will protect you with my life. Without you, I am nothing.” His voice was laced with temptation and desperation. “This feels…I want it. I want you.” She confessed, eyes wide with wonder and blown with lust. A shattered moan broke free her body, shaking waves of countless pleasure spread through as she came undone. Geta groaned, he too, reaching his release; their bodies grew still. “Good.” He said, a sinister grin spreading across his face. 

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The following morning, Y/n awoke in an unfamiliar bed as she rolled onto her side, her hand falling on a warm chest. The soft breathing of another reached her ears. Raising her head slowly, she saw Geta sound asleep, his features gentle and warm. The early morning sun peeked through the curtains, casting a relaxing glow. His eyes blinked open, sensing he was being watched; he stretched his arm out, fingers running over her cheek. “Mmm, this is a sight I could get used to.” He grinned Y/n blushed, running her fingers through her hair before tracing patterns on his chest. “Did you mean anything you spoke of last night? I do not know much of such emotions and how men and women show affection to one another. But I’ve never felt these feelings until I met you in the gardens that day. Tell me, am I risking my heart being broken by you, Geta?” She murmured, fear and uncertainty swirling in her eyes.

Geta sat up, resting on his elbow; he frowned, his thumb pulling her lip gently before swiping down her chin. Y/n caught his wrist; her nervous breathing caught his attention. He narrowed his eyes, tugging her forward. Y/n gasped as he held her hips firmly, pressing her to his body. The corner of his lips curled into a slight smirk, capturing her lips in a breath-stealing possessive kiss Y/n’s inhibitions melted away, feeling Geta cradle her cheek with his hand. After a few moments, Geta pulled away. Y/n chased his lips, and a dreamy sigh was emitting from her. “Does that answer your question, my love?” He purred as Y/n was about to answer, but they were interrupted when Caracalla burst into Geta’s chambers. “Brother! What is taking-” He shouted before pausing in the middle of the room, a wide grin forming.“Oh, have I interrupted your and Lady Y/n’s morning delights?” Geta glared at his twin, shielding Y/n protectively under his bedsheets. “Caracalla, leave now; give us some privacy!” He shouted Y/n tucked her face in Geta’s chest, embarrassment flooding over her as Caracalla snickered, clapping his hands. “Do not be embarrassed in front of me, Lady Y/n. I am…well acquainted with a woman’s figure.” He licked his bottom lip, and a teasing laugh fell from the twin Emperor’s lips.

Geta’s jaw clenched, his grip growing unbearably tight on Y/n’s body. Wincing slightly at the pain, she wriggled in his grasp. “𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚. 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞. 𝐍𝐨𝐰.” His voice fell dark and threatening. Caracalla giggled, then sighed dramatically as he left the chambers. Geta’s grip loosened, much to Y/n’s relief. “Would you like to join me as my guest for today’s games? It’s about the naval wars, quite exciting.” He smiled Y/n hesitantly and nodded whilst taking a breath. “I must apologise in advance, Geta. I do not stomach blood and violence well.” Geta nuzzled his nose against her cheek. “That’s quite alright; you will not dishonour me if you turn away. It’s more of a plea to keep you by my side.” With a playful glint in his chocolate eyes, Y/n giggled, her fingers fiddling with Geta’s robes, his eyes cast down to observe her quietly. “I truly make you nervous, don’t I?” Y/n’s lashes fluttered so she could meet his eyes, a beautiful smile spreading across her lips. “Perhaps. Is that common to feel that way when you…” She trailed off, and a shuddered breath tumbled out. Geta raised his brows, silently beckoning her to continue. “Express your feelings for one another?” She whispered, blushing at her own words. Geta laughed. Y/n tilted her head as she slapped his chest, playfully laughter also escaping her. “Yes, it is. But do not worry; in time, your nerves will leave you. The more time we spend together, the more comfortable we will become around each other. It’s only natural.” Geta slapped her thigh, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. “Now we must dress; a glorious day awaits us; we do not want to keep the gods waiting.”

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So, it really looks like Joe will be making it to MegaCon next week. Please people, don't be that kind of fan where you're making him uncomfortable or asking intrusive, weird ass questions. I really thought he'd be done with cons due to past fan interactions where we would hear about right here on Tumblr. I'm hoping this experience is better so he continues doing cons and other fans worldwide get to meet him (me included).

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eddie gifs | hawkinsboys 🖤

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never have i ever

Summary: You're playing the game "Never have I ever" at Dustin's birthday party and it surprises you when Eddie reveals a secret of his personal life.

Warning: 18+ MDNI, masturbation, oral (m receiving)

Word count: 3.1k

You're only at this party because it's Dusin Henderson's 18th birthday. He thinks he's old enough to drink, so he makes sure all of his friends are drinking too. Except, he's only adept at drinking beer. Not like you, though. You like anything strong. You can drink beer, cocktails, tequila, anything alcoholic.

As you sip on your piña colada, one made especially by Jonathan, you watch as the younger boys play D&D at the bar. On the other side of the table, Eddie is smoking weed with his friends as they watch their friends playing. You try not to be obvious with your glances that are being directed at the metalhead, but you might be failing doing so because of the drinks you had.

Steve is trying to get your attention as he talks about his date, and Robin can't seem to listen to him because she's too busy checking Vickie out. They've been going on dates, but she's too invested and doesn't hide it. He's babbling and rambling, not hiding his excitement, and you feel bad you're not exactly listening to him.

The Hideout was rented just for Dustin's birthday, so you're allowed to listen to whatever you guys felt like. You and your friends are old enough to drink, and you're all taking care of the younger group in front of you. Will doesn't drink and Eleven isn't fond of it. Max is the one along with Mike who likes to try on cocktails and Jonathan makes sure he adds enough ounces of alcohol.

"Okay, you know what? If they're going to play a boring game, let's just play our own game!" Robin says as soon as Steve shuts his mouth

You both ask her what game it is and she seems excited about it. "Never have I ever"

Steve rolls his eyes and mumbles something and you just snort.

It's not like it's a forbidden game, but it sure can be fun.

She gathers every adult, including Eddie, who clearly couldn't be bothered by the idea. His friends decided to stay and watch the youngsters playing. As you all sit around a bigger table, Robin and Nancy spread shot glasses to each one of you, placing a good amount of tequila on each glass.

You don't protest, you like the idea of playing something like that. And it's funny how some of them, like Eddie and Steve, look like they're afraid of doing it.

You nudge the curly haired man beside you and whisper "You seem pretty worried"

He nudges you back and mocks you, shaking his head softly "Nah, just not the biggest fan of these games"

"Okay! Listen. I'll start and the round goes on to the right. Don't bullshit us and don't be soft" Robin shouts from the other side of the table, preparing herself before starting it.

They're all telling off things based on their own experiences, until Argyle decides to be the greatest menace ever. He started saying specific stuff that weren't related to him, rather to find out if people have ever done anything. The tequila shots were smaller so you all wouldn't die from alcohol poisoning.

You started to feel giddy, your cheeks were burning red and every time Eddie would bump his arm against yours, you would feel squirmy in your seat.

"Never have I ever been given a blowjob" Jonathan said and the guys took their shots. Argyle wouldn't stop laughing at this point, but mostly because he was drunk and high on weed.

It took a few seconds for you all to notice the fact that Eddie didn't take his shot and all eyes were pointed at him. He was leaning against his chair with a bandana over his head, so he wouldn't feel hot from drinking. His t-shirt was wet from the drink he missed and spilled over it. From your point of view, he looked hot as fuck.

"What? Yeah, I've never been sucked before and I'm not ashamed. I've barely hooked up with girls before" He seemed unbothered from saying the truth and it took them by surprise.

At least Steve and Jonathan were. Argyle, not so much. They've been friends for a while and they've shared experiences before. Meaning they didn't have many, but the fact no one ever wanted to give Eddie a blowjob seemed kinda off to you somehow.

"Huh, it's their loss" You murmured but loud enough for him to hear you

"What's that?" He rested his elbow over the table and leaned his head against his hand, having your full attention.

Eddie was holding a smug on his face and his lips were curved upwards. He pretended he didn't listen to you, but he knows what he heard.

"Uh– I mean" You blew through your closed mouth, trying to disguise your temptation of complimenting him. "Ah, they're all just stupid for not doing that"

"Really?" He pushes, biting his inner lower lip as he still muses towards you.

As you cross your arms in front of you, Eddie laughs at the way you react to his teasing and sits back straight on his chair. The game doesn't take too long to end, especially when Nancy says she's feeling kind of sick, and Vickie is about to throw up on the table.

You all scatter around, getting up and collecting the shot glasses. You don't feel sick, but you sure feel funny and like you're about to float from the amount of tequila you just had.

As soon as you turn on your heels to go back to the table, Eddie is standing there in front of you, holding a bottle of water. He's still wearing the bandana and it makes him look gorgeous from how the lights are hitting him. Without his bangs, you can see him more clearly. How his eyes are blown from the weed he smoked, the way his eyebrows are perfectly shaped, just like the shape of his plump lips.

You don't think he wouldn't notice, but he tilted his head to the side and gave you a sided smile. The kind of smile you give someone when you're about to mess with them, when you want to taunt them.

"Why are you looking at me that way, sunshine? Something wrong with my face?"

He follows you as you start to walk towards the table and you shake your head, hiding your thoughts as you drink your water. Eddie doesn't even let you sit without pulling a chair for you. He sits next to you, facing you. He crosses his arms and slumps back.

When he does that, your eyes literally drop a few inches to watch how he just sits there with his legs spread open, almost an invitation to what you've been thinking about.

You almost choke on the water from drinking it too fast. He takes the bottle off your hand and closes it, keeping his previous demeanor.

"Okay, now you're just acting weird. What the hell happened?" He sounds a little concerned, but the fact he's sitting like that in front of you doesn't help it.

You shrug, taking a deep breath. You cross your legs and lick your lips playfully before opening your mouth to speak. This small action sends a shock wave through his own body but it lasts a fraction of time.

You pull your chair closer to his, your legs standing in the middle of his. Eddie shifts his eyes to your legs and the way you are looking at him.

"You wouldn't wanna know what it's like to get a blowjob, Eddie?" You try not to sound like you're enticing him, or even provoking him. But the context says otherwise.

He laughs nervously, diverting his eyes from you. He looks at the ceiling and sighs. You see him taking a deep breath, looking back at you.

"What is this conversation about, really? None of the girls I've gone out with would wanna suck a freak off. They just wanted to hook up because I'm sort of famous in town. And I've had sex like two times. So really, don't bother with the subject"

He played defensive, like he was offended. You didn't intend to sound as if you're joking and making fun of him for not having much sex.

"No– Eddie, I'm not trying to make fun of you. You're such a grumpy little man! Come here" You quickly get up and pull him by his hand, following to the back of the bar.

You knew the whole place. You've been at the bar a hundred times and he talked about the back of the bar where he and his band use as backstage. They had set up a few furniture including one couch.

One you pushed him to after you closed the door and locked it. He looked at you terrified but amused at the same time, because he had no idea what was happening.

You sat beside him, resting your arm on the back of the couch. His brows were furrowed and when you noticed how pretty his lips were you couldn't hold it back.

"We're friends, right? You trust me?" You ask, your voice a little shy and your tone a little lower.

He nodded and tilted his head, again. "Yeah, sunshine. If we weren't, you know I wouldn't let you fucking kidnap me and bring me here" He jokes.

It's the way he calls you sunshine. The way he looks tenderly at his friends and how he treats everyone. It's so fucking cute. It's not even the alcohol talking and you know that.

You also know sometimes he throws glances at you, but you know he wouldn't do shit about that. He's too afraid of committing, too afraid of being heartbroken. He just doesn't know what he's actually missing.

And then you laugh like you're embarrassed, your head is hanging low because you can't seem to face him right now. But he pinches your chin carefully, looking right at you. His fingertips aren't that soft and you know it's from playing guitar. They also smell like smoke.

"What is it?" He asks again, pleading chocolate brown eyes staring into your soul. You look back at him and move your face until you're just a few inches away from him. "Oh?"

At first, he seems confused and kind of lost. But it's only a matter of seconds until he's the one taking you in and kissing you softly. He tastes like tequila and cherry from the gum he was chewing. It's intoxicating, it's a mix of feelings for you. He's still holding your chin. He uses the other one as leverage and holds your neck. You're anxious to taste him, literally.

The euphoria hits you like a train wreck when he lets you pull his hair a bit. He tries not to gasp from the touch, and he instinctively bites a small bit of your lower lip. It sends you to a frenzy and your other hand flies up to his crotch. Obviously, he's hard. Not just from the touch, but from the kiss. From how you hold his hair.

Eddie never had a girl hold his hair like that, he barely had a girl that interested in him. And he likes the feeling of being desired, it's different. And knowing you, he feels like he can trust you.

So he lets you touch him. Both your mouths never leave, only adding more fuel to his fire. You notice his behavior and try to unzip his jeans without being concerned about breaking the kiss.

He helps you out lifting his hips so you can get rid of it, trying to focus on kissing him and touching him. You love the feeling of having someone this horny for you. You feel his hardness grow through the fabric and you can feel the dampness already.

"You're so hard for me, Eds" You whisper hovering your lips over Eddie's and he grunts in response.

Your little evil laugh makes him more turned on for you, and his first instinct is to pull your hair, but not with force. He pulls you back a little, enough for him to have a look at you, the way you stare back at him with lust in your eyes.

"You're so gorgeous" He mumbles, his eyes sparkly. When you grip his hard cock tight, he hisses at the touch and closes his eyes forcefully.

He's still holding your hair and when you do that again, he grips it tighter. He's playing your game. Only he's the one getting something out of it. At least today.

You hold his underwear and pull it down, watching as his dick springs free from the fabric. Red tip, already leaking and begging for more of your attention. Eddie doesn't let go of you, only enough for you to start sliding down the couch, kneeling in front of him. You look at him before looking at his cock, it's trimmed and it looks gorgeous. It's already begging for your attention.

The alcohol in your system seems to evaporate immediately. Eddie glances down at you with concerned eyes, like he's afraid you won't do it. But you glance up and nod, reassuring him you will do it, smiling just before you start giving him the pleasure he deserves.

You lick a stripe through his shaft, tasting him for the first time. He didn't know the feeling until then, and it made him pulse like he never did before. One hand holding your hair back and the other one gripping tightly on the edge of the couch.

Your tongue savors his precum until you reach the tip and give it a small kiss. You look at him again, he's trying to hold back his whimpers. You know it's hard for him to handle the touch as it is his first time. Usually something this provocative causes a man to last only a few minutes.

But you take your time, taking his cock inside your mouth until the tip hits the back of your throat. It's not your first time, so you don't gag anymore.

You bob your head up and down a few times, sucking him and the liquid coming off of him. You use one hand to grip his balls, and the other one you leave resting over his stomach. He seems to love it.

He watches you carefully, he looks at how your tongue roams up and down his length, reaching the tip again, swallowing thickly. You feel it pulsing every now and then, precum spreading all over it until you suck it in again.

"Jesus fuck" Eddie moans. He lets out a loud, unsteady breath. His hand is gripping your hair carefully and if you didn't know any better, he's just being gentle when you know he would pull it harder. He was almost melting from the feeling of your mouth. 

You take him back and forth, rolling your tongue around it. You lick his cock down and reach his balls, sucking it until your mouth is full and he struggles to keep his eyes open because he wants to watch it all.

You hold his shaft with your delicate hand and pump him, your mouth helping out with the job. You sank back down lower, taking every inch of him, looking up at him. Your lips slid perfectly around his skin and it made him even harder. He starts to buckle his hip when he glances at you, seeing lust in your eyes again.

Your eyes are blown from pleasure and Eddie wonders if you’re feeling the heat between your legs as well. He wants to know if your pussy is wet from doing all this with him and he can’t help but thrust against your mouth. He starts slowly, until you’re feeling comfortable having his entire length in the back of your throat. 

Eddie watches when you let him fuck your mouth mercilessly, feeling his tip hitting your throat. He can't hold back his grunts, letting his head fall back to the couch. His eyes are now closed and he's in a bliss of pleasure.

The quiet room is filled with the sound of his cock in your mouth, Eddie moaning huskily and you whimpering from your own pleasure. No one cares you're both there, no one even knows you're there. He holds your head and hits his length in a perfect spot that makes him shiver.

He stops his thrusts because he wants you to finish for him. You grip the base of his cock and grip it tightly, letting the blood rush to the tip, and you suck him hard. You hollow your cheeks and suck him hard enough for him to feel lightheaded.

“Godfuckingdamn” Eddie pleads.

It's how it makes his heartbeat fasten quickly and his cock is almost exploding from the pleasure. You know he's going to cum because his legs start to falter and shake. His hand is gripping your hair tighter than before and he's buckling his hips upwards.

It comes with the loudest grunt he lets out. He fills in your mouth and the warm liquid washes over your throat as you swallow all of it. His dick pulses incessantly and you don't let go of him for a second.

Eddie feels kind of drained, but in a very good way. He's still on a high, but he feels relieved. His entire body is shaking, his legs are weak and his hands fall on top of the couch. You take the last bit of his cum and let go of him.

You think it's cute to see his cheeks flushed, painted in red. He's breathing heavily and you can't quite describe how hot he looks right now. His dick is still a little hardened but less than before. You get yourself up and help him get his pants done and sit back on the couch.

Eddie looks at you like you're the most beautiful thing he's seen. And it's not just because of what happened. He likes the thought of kissing you, of having you blowing him. He kissed you without any hesitation, tasting a bit of himself in your mouth.

"That was mind-blowing" He heaves, resting his forehead against yours and you laugh softly.

"You wanna go back to the party?" You ask, getting up from the couch, ready to open the door. But he pulls you back and holds your hand.

He shakes his head, showing off a little bit of shyness in his features. "I wanna take you home and kindly fuck you"

It makes you laugh at how much he can still manage to be such a gentleman when saying something dirty. But you agree to that and you both leave, driving to his apartment.

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and the crowd….starts stripping!!!!

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This but eddie munson aka the freak when a new alt girl shows up to town and she's really into him

of course! thank you for requesting. you didn't specify if you wanted it nsfw or to go past that point so i didn't.. also i tried to ad being Alt as much as i could but i did have to google to style so..sorry

I'D BE HONOURED

Pairings: Eddie munson x fem! Summary: when moving into the trailer park, you straight away take a liking to the only one that seems to match your energy. Warnings: mention of a joint, getting a little high.

you were always moving. never staying in one city for more than 2 years.

and in all of your life. you've never come across a guy like him.

Eddie Munson.

you moved here a week ago and you've already been told the tales of the town freak.

a Satanist, a ruthless metalhead that will sacrifice you if you get too close.

you didn't really care for those rumours until you saw him on your second day, you were moving your boxes inside when you saw him across the way, sitting at a table in front of the trailer across from yours.

he looked...hot.

like he just came out of a Rockstar poster..more specifically, like the posters that were rolled up in the box you were carrying in your hands.

you understood the words they spoke of him; you were usually on the other end of them as well.

he's just a normal guy..

but a fucking hot one.

you were in your room, putting last little touches on the walls and hanging the last poster.

it was a small room, barely fitting all of your stuff, but you made it work.

but all the dark colours made it a little too dark in the room.

you flicked the switch but it wouldn't turn on.

you huffed

"are you fucking kidding me?" you rolled your eyes as you began vigorously flicking it on and off before giving up.

you looked out the window after opening the curtains and found him.

sat on a swing with his back turned to you.

he was a bit far away, but you could tell it was him by the denim vest he's wearing. no one else would dare ware something like that here, you've learnt that much.

you turned around and stood in the middle of your room.

your dad had gone out to get takeout. So it was just you.. with nothing to do

may as well try to talk to the wild beast. right?

The sun was low, casting an amber glow over the trailers in Forest Hills as you walked out of your trailer.

The soft buzz of cicadas filled the evening air, blending with the faint metallic creak of swings from the small playground by the woods. You leaned against the frame of your new trailer, arms crossed, surveying the quiet neighborhood you now called home.

Across the way, a beat-up van sat parked outside a trailer with peeling paint and a lopsided porch. It screamed personality, just like the guy who lived there.

the rumours screamed in your ears.

it's about time you met him. the freak. Trouble. Weirdo. But none of that deterred you. If anything, it piqued your interest. The world always seemed too tame for your taste, and Eddie looked like someone who could turn things upside down.

Your combat boots crunched against the gravel, but he didn’t look up. His focus was on the ground beneath his feet, the tiniest of smirks tugging at the corners of his lips as he brought a joint to his mouth.

“Mind if I join?” you asked, your voice cutting through the quiet.

Eddie’s head snapped up so quickly you thought he might fall off the swing. His wide brown eyes darted to you, then to the joint in his hand.

“Uh… I mean, yeah, sure,” he stammered, his words tumbling out in a rush. He gestured vaguely to the empty swing beside him, his other hand quickly flicking the joint away, as though you hadn’t already seen it.

“Be my guest.”

You plopped down on the swing, your legs stretched out in front of you as you kicked the ground lightly to sway back and forth.

“Didn’t think anyone still hung out at playgrounds.” you chuckled softly

Eddie let out a nervous laugh, his eyes darting between you and the ground.

“Yeah, well...Didn’t think anyone still moved into this dump,” he added quickly, though his tone was light, his curiosity evident.

You grinned, tilting your head to look at him. “Lucky for me, I did.”

you took this time to really look at him

his dishevelled mane of hair, but as much as it looks wild, it looks so soft.

his frizzy fringe just meeting his eyebrows as he raised them.

it was cute.

his eyes were glassy, and a bit red. his irises were a little blown out, but he didn't look that high.

His gaze flickered to yours, and for a moment, he seemed frozen, his fingers twitching in his lap like he wasn’t sure what to do with them. Then, as if realizing he’d been staring too long, he cleared his throat and looked away. “So, uh, what’s your… deal?”

“Deal?” you echoed, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, you know,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “What brings you to the luxurious Forest Hills?” He forced out a chuckle, but you caught the slight wobble in his voice.

You shrugged. “My dad wanted a change of scenery. Hawkins seemed like the perfect mix of boring and cheap.”

Eddie laughed, a little too loudly, before clamping his mouth shut.

“Yeah, well, Hawkins excels at boring,” he said, his words a little rushed. “Freaks like me are the only excitement you’ll get.”

You leaned closer, resting your elbow on the swing’s chain as you smirked at him.

“Good thing I like freaks, then.”

Eddie froze, his eyes widening as his face flushed a deep red. “Uh…I- thanks? I- uh- I think?” He fumbled for a response, his hands gripping the chain of his swing so tightly that it creaked.

You laughed, the sound bright and easy. “Relax, Eddie. I’m not here to bite. Yet.”

That earned you another breathy laugh, though he quickly tried to hide his face behind his curls as he gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing at the base of his throat “you already know my name then, I take it”

you shrugged, realised he hadn't actually introduced himself to you yet

"doesn't take a while to hear about the tales of Eddie Munson and his cult" you joked

he looked down, kicking his foot on the dried grass "I don't-"

you cut him off "- I know"

you shake your head realising he still doesn't know your name, and you introduce yourself with a small smile

"nice to meet you" he smiles, brushing his hair from his face to reveal his dimples

The two of you sat there for a while, the silence between you comfortable. When he finally offered you the joint, he hesitated.

“Uh, here. If, you know… you want.” his fingers brushing against yours briefly before he yanked his hand back like he’d been burned.

You took it without hesitation, a grin tugging at your lips. “Thanks.”

“So,” you said, exhaling the smoke and leaning back on the swing. “What do people do for fun around here? Or is this town as dead as it seems?”

Eddie smirked, though there was still a flicker of nervous energy in his eyes.

“well..if you stick with me, new girl. I promise to show you some fun"

You grinned, feeling like you’d just stepped into something far more exciting than you’d expected when you moved here.

“well, if you got anything better than this" you motioned to the joint "that will be a good start"

Eddie smirked, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Well, if you’re looking for something a little better than that,” he said, flicking the joint away with a casual flick of his wrist. “I’ve got the good stuff back at my trailer. Trust me, it’ll knock your socks off.”

You couldn’t help but grin at his boldness. “oh?” you raised an eyebrow, motioning to the joint you’d just smoked. “Now you’ve got my attention.”

Eddie’s grin softened, but he looked away, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly as if suddenly unsure. “Uh, yeah, but, I mean… it’s not, like, fancy or anything. Just, uh, a little stronger than what you’re used to.” He cleared his throat. “Anyway, I guess if you want, I can show you.”

You raised your other eyebrow. “Oh, I’m definitely in. Lead the way,” you said, your voice teasing, but genuinely interested.

He glanced at you from the corner of his eye, his nervous energy palpable.

“Yeah, sure.” He started heading toward the path leading to his trailer, but his movements felt a little more jittery than usual, like he wasn’t quite sure if you were just humouring him or actually interested.

You followed him, enjoying the quiet tension between you two as the rustling leaves beneath your feet filled the silence. There was something raw and magnetic about the way Eddie carried himself- even if he was clearly unsure about letting you into his space, it only made you more curious.

When you arrived at his trailer, Eddie hesitated at the door for a second before fumbling for his keys. He finally unlocked it with a soft click and pushed the door open. You stepped inside, immediately hit with the mixed scent of incense, smoke, and something heavier- weed, for sure.

The inside of the trailer was cluttered in the best way. things stacked in the corners, folded messily, a whole bunch of ashtrays and stains on the rugs. it was chaotic but in a way that screamed Eddie- the only thing that seemed odd for him were all the hats on the wall- because you couldn't imagine Eddie wearing a hat, especially with his head of hair, it would look a bit weird.

you liked it. this was his personal haven, but now that you were stepping inside, it was obvious that this wasn’t a space he was used to sharing with anyone- especially not a girl.

Eddie cleared his throat, standing by the door awkwardly as he gestured toward the mess.

“Uh, yeah, sorry about the, uh, the mess. It’s, uh, not exactly... company-ready or anything.” He shifted on his feet, his hands slightly trembling as he scratched the back of his neck.

"I, uh, usually keep it... you know, just for me...and Wayne" He glanced at you with an almost apologetic look. "But, you know... make yourself at home or whatever."

You smiled, feeling more at ease. “It’s fine, Eddie,” you said, your voice soft but reassuring. "It looks like you’ve got some good stuff in here."

Eddie gave you a tight smile, but it was obvious he was still self-conscious.

“Yeah, yeah... uh..mostly my uncles so..” He moved toward a pile of records, his movements a little faster now, almost like he was trying to distract himself from his nervousness.

“Alright, I’ve got the good stuff. Just gotta find it.” He rifled through the drawers, looking for something, his hands a little shaky as he fumbled through it.

You stood in the middle of the room, watching him look under a table attached to the wall, a chair on either side of the dark wood, you found it amusing, watching him rush around, a frown on his lips as he scratched his side, his tummy peeking out of his black DIO shirt.

Finally, Eddie pulled out a small metal tin from behind a stack of vinyl's, his face lighting up.

“Ha! Got it.” He held it up, the tin looking almost like a treasure. “This is what I was talking about. It’s, uh, stronger than what you had earlier.” He set it on the table, still trying to act cool, but you could see the way his hands shook just a little. It was endearing.

You raised an eyebrow, impressed. Stepping closer to get a better look. “You weren’t kidding.”

Eddie’s smile softened, and his eyes darted to yours, clearly nervous now. He opened the tin, the scent of something far stronger than what you’d smoked earlier filling the air. He looked down at it, then back at you, his voice dropping slightly as if he was trying to gauge your reaction.

“So, uh, you want to… you know... try it?”

You stepped closer, your heart racing a little now. The air was thick with something unspoken between you two, the electricity of the moment almost palpable. “Hell yeah. Let’s see what you’ve got, Munson.” You were leaning in now, a little excited, but more than that- you were drawn to him, to this side of him he was letting you see.

Eddie swallowed, his eyes flicking between you and the tin. “Yeah, alright,” he muttered.

he still seemed a little unsure but eager to share what he had with you. He took out what he needed, trying his best to hide his nerves. You could tell this was a side of Eddie that he didn’t show to just anyone, and it made the whole situation feel more intimate than you’d expected.

he walked into the room down the hall and nodded his head to follow him

you assumed it was his room by the look of it. a mirror on the opposite wall of the door, a red and black guitar hung up gloriously. it was exactly how you pictured his room to be, but better.

so many posters littered on the wall, trash on the floor, stains on the bed that he immediately covered with a blanket when he saw you looking, a blush creeping onto his cheeks.

he sat down on the floor, leaning on the side of his bed, patting the spot next to him.

you left some space as you watched him.

he passed you the rolled joint, his fingers brushed yours, and you both froze for just a second. The moment stretched, and you could feel that something had shifted between you two. Eddie didn’t say anything, but his eyes lingered on you for a beat longer than normal.

Eddie cleared his throat and pulled his hand back quickly, as if your touch had burned him. His nervous energy was palpable now, and he fidgeted with one of the rings on his fingers.

“Uh, yeah, so…” he started, his voice trailing off as he avoided your gaze, instead focusing intently on the joint like it was the most fascinating thing in the world.

“Eddie,” you said, your voice breaking the silence and pulling his attention back to you. His brown eyes flicked to yours, wide and unsure, as if he wasn’t sure what you were about to say. “Relax,” you added, leaning back a little as you held up the joint. “You act like you're corrupting me”

He let out a shaky laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “Right. Of course not. You’ve probably smoked way better stuff than this, huh?” His tone was teasing, but there was a hint of genuine insecurity buried underneath.

You tilted your head, studying him for a moment before taking a slow drag, the taste of the weed filling your lungs. You exhaled, watching the smoke curl lazily into the air.

“It’s not bad,” you said finally, offering him a sly smile. “I mean, I’ve had worse.”

Eddie’s lips quirked up into a small grin, his nerves melting just slightly.

“Well, don’t go spreading that around, no one will buy off me if you do” he joked, reaching out to take the joint from your hand. His fingers brushed yours again, and this time, he didn’t pull away so quickly.

“you mean you don't just give it out for free?" you look around, motioning to the room where you sit, looking at him knowingly. finding if funny how you're smoking this for free, but sells it for 20 bucks a pop

he laughed "yeah... think of it as a taste of what you'll need if you're in Hawkins for too long.."

"you’ve got a nice setup here,” you said, gesturing vaguely to the room.

he looked around, twirling the joint between his fingers. “Yeah, it’s definitely me. Messy, chaotic, and, uh... probably not what you’re used to.” His tone was light, but the words carried a trace of doubt.

you looked down at your clothes, the layers of fishnets and lace, your short, ruffled skirt and band tee and back up at him with an eyebrow raised “do I look like I'm not used to it?” you said, your voice soft but certain.

Eddie glanced at you; his cheeks tinged pink. “No, you uh- You’re...you look good” he said, his voice quieter now, almost like he didn’t mean to say it out loud.

You smirked, leaning back against his bed. “Oh yeah?”

He raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. “Yeah? you don't dress like every other girl here... it's nice”

“Thank you” You paused, pretending to think as you stole the joint back from him, your fingers brushing his once more. “you know, i expected you to be different"

he raised an eyebrow "oh yea? how different?"

you shrugged "I don't know...Cocky. Loud. Completely full of himself.”

Eddie laughed at that, the sound nervous but genuine. “Oh, don’t worry, I can be all those things. Just, uh, takes me a minute to warm up when a girl’s sitting in my trailer for the first time.”

he looked away and shook his head. he clearly didn't mean to say that and you could tell that by the way he mumbled something under his breath, cursing himself

You blinked, surprised. “Wait. The first time?”

He froze, like he’d said too much, and quickly tried to backtrack. “I mean, not the first time. Just, you know, uh… not often. Or, like, ever.” He groaned, running a hand down his face. “Okay, yeah. First time.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, the sound breaking the tension in the room. “You’re adorable, you know that?”

Eddie’s face turned an even deeper shade of red, and he fumbled with the joint, nearly dropping it. “Adorable?” he repeated, incredulous. “That’s a new one.”

“Well, get used to it.” You took another drag and passed it back to him, your gaze lingering on his as the air between you grew heavy again.

Eddie hesitated, the joint halfway to his lips. “What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked, his voice quieter now, a mix of nerves and intrigue.

“I think you know what it means, Munson,” you said, leaning back with a satisfied smirk.

Eddie stared at you for a moment, his lips twitching like he wanted to say something but couldn’t quite find the words. Finally, he smiled—small, shy, but real. “Yeah, ok” he said softly, taking a drag and exhaling the smoke slowly.

you smiled and sat on your knees, kicking your legs to the side, leaning closer to him and propping yourself on your hand.

Eddie passed you the joint, his fingers brushing yours, His gaze flickered up to meet yours before darting away, a flush creeping over his cheeks. He fumbled with his rings, suddenly looking very aware of the space between you.

You took a slow pull from the joint, exhaling smoke as you leaned back in your seat, watching him. “Alright, Eddie. Let’s play a game.”

His eyes darted up, wary. “A game?”

“Yeah,” you said with a teasing grin. “Five questions. We take turns, no lies, no skipping. And I promise I’ll go easy on you.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow, though the corner of his mouth twitched like he was trying not to smile. “This feels like a setup.”

“Only if you’ve got something to hide,” you shot back, your grin widening. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

“Plenty,” he muttered under his breath, but he nodded. “Fine. Hit me with your best shot, new girl.”

You leaned in slightly, your eyes glinting with amusement. “If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?”

Eddie perked up at the question, the nervousness easing just a little. “Anywhere but here” he snorted. “but probably L.A.. could get big with my music there”

“bet you would,” you agreed, your tone a little softer.

His gaze lingered on you for a moment before he cleared his throat. “Alright, what’s your deal? Like, why the alt look? You actually into the music, or is it just… I don’t know, a vibe?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “It’s not just a vibe, Munson. I’m into it, metal, punk, goth, you name it. Music, the aesthetic, the attitude… it’s all part of the package.”

you reached over and took a strand of his hair in between your fingers, twirling it.

"why? you don't like it?" you tilted your head

he blinked cluelessly that it made you wonder if he was this cute when he wasn't this high

“no, s'not a bad thing,” Eddie said quickly, his voice almost tripping over itself.

You smiled at him, tilting your head. “Good to know, What’s something you’ve always wanted to try or do but never had the guts to do?”

Eddie froze for a moment, thinking. “I don’t know...”

You threw your head back against his bed, grinning. “oh c'monn. it's ok,, you can tell me”.

He laughed, a little shakily. “um..play drums?”

you furrowed your eyebrows "I didn't mean like that but sure, fine"

you took a second to think about your next question as you took your fingers out of his hair, tracing them down his arm, grazing his hand that kept him up on the floor

Eddie swallowed thickly, you were freaking him out, in a good way..every touch you send his way is giving him tingles, burning his skin and forces a blush on his cheeks.

it's just because I'm high, right? she's not actually flirting with me he thought to himself

You leaned forward “What’s your type?” you whispered, like you were telling a secret

Eddie blinked, his mouth opening and closing like he wasn’t sure how to answer. “Type?”

“Yeah,” you pressed, the grin on your face just shy of wicked. “Like, the kind of person you’re into.”

“Uh...” He rubbed the back of his neck, his cheeks turning pink. “I don’t know if I really have a type. Just... someone who doesn’t think I’m a total freak, I guess.”

You raised an eyebrow, your voice lowering slightly. “What if they think you’re a freak... in a good way? like a freaky way?”

Eddie’s eyes snapped to yours, the words clearly short-circuiting his brain. “Uh, well... I guess that’d be okay.”

You bit back a laugh, leaning back again. “Your turn.”

Eddie exhaled, his shoulders slumping like he’d just survived something. He hesitated before scratching the back of his neck nervously. “Last one. ‘I, uh—I just have to ask, um...”

You watched him flounder, a smile tugging at your lips as you waited.

but he's freaking out inside, his whole body burning up as the words spill from his lips as he stares at you.

you were making him flustered.. it wasn't fault you were giving him those looks. he's never done this, he's never had a girl talk to him..it's making him nervous

“Would you mind if..well...would you mind if I ripped off all your clothes with my teeth?”

you looked at him with a growing smile, stunned he’d actually said it. But then, with a grin, you leaned in, your voice dropping just enough to send a shiver down his spine.

“God, I’d be honoured.”

biting your lip, you watched him freeze and tense up, his eyes wide and his jaw dropped to make the perfect 'o' shape.

You giggled, leaning closer to leave a soft kiss on his cheek

"So cute" you whispered, pinching his cheek

His face flushed, and he stuttered to speak

"Well- I- um- what?"

His eyes met yours and seemed bigger than before. Brighter.

"I'll take you up on that offer. But my dad'll be home any minute, so I should probably head out, will I see you tomorrow?" You smiled

He could only nod. Staring at you with wide eyes as you got up

"Bye cutie" you winked

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Prada guests attend the Fall Winter 2025 Menswear Show at the Fondazione Prada

[xmunsonlovex]

Take A Breath

Emperor Geta x Betrothed!Reader request: no gif credits: @pauls-mescal @joesquinns divider credits: @adornedwithlight @cafekitsune Summary: Geta experiences the weight of his responsibilities as Emperor; he turns to his betrothed for comfort to alleviate his worries. Warnings: 18+, MDNI, light smut, riding, chair sex, gentle sex, mentions of rough sex, love declarations, gentle geta, non-canon geta Word Count: 1.7k Disclaimer: I don't own Gladiator II or its characters, nor do I claim them as my own Comments, likes and reblogs are always adored and appreciated xx this fic is inspired by Ariana Grande - Breathin'

The weight of the golden robes felt heavier than usual against Geta’s shoulders. At twenty-two, he was Emperor of Rome, a title that echoed with the grandeur of centuries past, but which, on this particular evening, felt like a crushing burden—the day had been a relentless torrent of petitions, judgments, and the simmering discontent of senators vying for power or recognition for their loyalty. His head throbbed, and the endless parade of faces had blurred into one indistinguishable mass. Geta sat at his desk, his hands folded over the other, his fingers intertwined as he thought quietly to himself. He longed for… Y/n.

Y/n, his betrothed, was his constant harbour, his quiet solace in the storm of court life. She was his opposite in many ways – he was impulsive and prone to bursts of temper; she was calm, and her movements were as fluid and graceful as her beauty was unparalleled like Venus herself. He looked at her now as she entered their private chamber. Her hair rested over her shoulders in soft ringlets, and the sunlight caught the gold laurel wreath adorning her brow. The simple linen dress she wore highlighted the curves of her body, and in her eyes he found the only genuine warmth he had known since his father's death. He smiled, a genuine smile for the first time that day, and gestured for her to come closer.

“Y/n,” he said, his voice rough with unshed tension. “The Senate is driving me mad. They debate endlessly and accomplish nothing. Caracalla is growing worse with his illness. It is beginning to weigh on me.” She approached him, her sandals soft on the marble floor. She reached out, her fingers brushing against his cheek, the touch sending a shiver down his spine. “They always do, Geta. It is the nature of power.”

“But it shouldn’t be this heavy,” he murmured, capturing her hand and pressing a kiss to her palm. “I feel like I’m drowning in responsibility.” Y/n gave him a warm smile, her finger tracing the crease in his brow. “It is not your responsibility to bear alone. Allow it to fall upon my shoulders also. You should not be expected to handle the weight of all Rome’s subjects alone.” She whispered. Geta pulled her toward his lap, her body brushing against his. The nearness of her was soothing; the scent of lavender and floral oils she always wore a comforting balm to him. Breathing in, his eyes fell closed, resting his head on her shoulder. “I’m so tired,” he confessed, his eyes finding hers. He saw in them not pity, but understanding, a recognition of his struggle. 

Some days, things just take way too much of my energy

I look up and the whole room's spinning

You take my cares away

I can so overcomplicate, people tell me to medicate

Moving closer, Y/n slid her fingers up his neck and tangled in his strawberry-blonde hair. The evening sun rays cast an orange glow upon the lovers. “Then rest, my love.” Her fingers drifted back down to his neck, tracing his jawline, her touch sending a spark through him, a welcome distraction from the world's weight. He leaned in, their lips meeting in a soft kiss, a promise that would soon develop into something more. The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent, the day's anxieties fading into the background as the warmth of their passion bloomed. He drew her closer, his hand tracing the curve of her hip, pressing her to him. The chair's rigid angles didn’t hinder their exploration of each other's mouths, a language of longing and desire. Everything outside—the noisy Senate and the restless legions—vanished. It was just the two of them, enveloped in the intoxicating whirlwind of their own passions. 

He shifted, lifting her onto his lap, her body nestled against his, perfectly fitting, like two halves of the same soul. Y/n adjusted her body to press firmly against Geta’s, the ornate carving pressing into her back, and kissed her again, each touch more brazen than the last.

He unclasped her dress, allowing the linen to cascade down and expose her smooth shoulder. He kissed his way down her neck, the flavour of her skin sparking an overwhelming desire that dispelled his fatigue. In response, her hands glided over his shoulders and down his chest, her fingers outlining the contours of his form, sending a thrill of expectation coursing through him. It was not simply lust, although there was undoubtedly that, but an act of reclaiming, a defiance against the expectations and responsibilities that sought to consume them. It was an affirmation of life, a celebration of their love in the very heart of the empire. The sounds of their intimacy resonated through the quiet hall, blending with the gentle rustle of fabric and their heavy breaths. Geta, momentarily shedding his Emperor's duties, was just Geta, a man overwhelmed by his passion for the woman he cherished. At this moment, his future Empress transformed from a composed noblewoman into a woman fueled by love, her hands and mouth devoted to him with wild enthusiasm.

Feel my blood runnin', swear the sky's fallin'

How do I know if this shit's fabricated?

Time goes by and I can't control my mind

Don't know what else to try, but you tell me every time

“Geta, please.” She breathed. Geta trailed his lips along her neck down the column of her throat. Grasping his robes, Y/n tugged at the fabric, urging Geta to remove his clothes. The young Emperor laughed between kisses at her eagerness. Y/n raised herself off his lap so Geta could remove his hardened cock from its robe confines. Sweeping her dress up to her hips and pushing him back, Geta grinned, licking his bottom lip and watching Y/n lower herself onto his lap. Their moans filled the room as Y/n clutched Geta’s shoulders, his cock filling her inch by inch. “Gods!” Geta grunted lowly, his ringed fingers holding onto Y/n’s hips, the touch sending electric shocks to spark through Y/n’s body. “If I could, I’d fuck you on this very desk until you were unable to move.” The deep growl resonating in Geta’s chest made Y/n’s eyes sparkle, her fingers once again threading through his hair, removing his crown and clashing her lips against his in a heated kiss. “I would not be opposed to such treatment.” She giggled; the scraping of the chair’s legs along the marble floor echoed through the walls. Geta moaned, his tongue swiping along her bottom lip, their tongues battling for dominance, even though Geta won. Rutting his hips up, hitting her sweet spot, Y/n threw her head back, a string of high-pitched whines and gasps falling from her pretty lips. Geta’s eyes were mesmerised at the ethereal vision of his betrothed falling apart by his cock. Smoothing his hand over her dress to her breast, cupping them through the linen material Y/n held onto the sides of the chair and rocking her hips harder and faster to keep up with Geta’s thrusts. Thin layers of sweat formed on their moving bodies, and the warm evening sun shone on them through the open window. “I do not know how long I can withhold myself, my dove. Forgive me.” Geta let out a strained choke; his brows creased tightly in concentration Y/n nodded, and her gaze flickered down to Geta’s face; a dazed look washed over her facial features as she fell forward, her walls clenching around his cock. 

Just keep breathin' and breathin' and breathin' and breathin'

And oh, I gotta keep, keep on breathin'

“Oh, Geta!” She sighed, her body shaking with overwhelming shocks of pleasure rippling through her. Geta pulled her close, their chests meeting, leaving no space between them. Their eyes met in an intense gaze, their lips grazing over one another’s. Geta groaned, his laboured breathing fanning over Y/n’s face. “Let go for me, my Emperor. Take a breath and let go.” She murmured, draping her hands over his shoulders. Their climax was a storm of gasps and cries, the sound echoing in the vastness of their private chambers. They clung to each other, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts pounding. The silence followed was a welcome relief, a gentle lull after the tempest.

He buried his face in her hair, breathing in the delicate scent of roses and lavender again, the fragrance as unique to her as the love he held in his heart. He felt the tension leave his body, replaced by a deep sense of peace. “Thank you,” he whispered, his words muffled by the silk of her hair.

She shifted then, lifting her head to look at him, her expression soft and loving. “For what, my Emperor?” He smiled a genuine smile that reached his soul. “For reminding me that even an Emperor is just a man, and that even the grandest of thrones is just a cold, hard seat.” She kissed him again, a gentle, lingering kiss, full of promise. “And for reminding you that even a man can be loved, regardless of the crown he wears.” Y/n laid tender kisses along his neck and exposed collarbone toward his throat, her tongue swiping over his Adam’s apple, her lips finding him in a soft kiss. Geta’s hand cradled her face, their gentle moans filling their kiss.

As they separated, he gazed at her, her cheeks flushed and eyes shining passionately. “Who would have believed, though once a political arrangement, that the Emperor and his future Empress would fall in love, hmm?” Geta smirked Y/n mirrored his expression. “And to think anyone could have walked in on their rulers engaging in such a passionate entanglement. Anyone would think I have you under a spell.” She said, her voice still a little breathless, a playful glint in her eye. Geta’s smirk widened into a grin. “Let them. At least they would see that I am not just a puppet on their strings. But a man who is devoted not only to Rome but to his woman. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐟𝐞. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐄𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬.” He settled her back in his lap, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her cheek.

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Music Boyfriend part 1

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Eddie is an anonymous frontman of Corroded Coffin and meets his long-time pen-crush while on the run from the law.

Notes: This is HEAVILY inspired by movie Dinner in America, I was obsessed with the dynamic and felt it fit Eddie and Reader so well. general plot similarities but not a complete retelling of the movie.

Eddies POV

Sweat dripped down the nape of Eddie Munsons neck, chest raising and falling at a rapid rate, his hooded reflection an image of fierce rage as he attempted to calm down his heart and mind after the show. It was the biggest crowd they had played for. At least 100 sweaty bodies mashed together screaming his lyrics. Eddie was in a euphoric state the whole set, Corroded Coffin was finally making it in the scene, people were actually taking them seriously.

“Great show tonight dude” Gareth the bands drummer spoke as he walked past smacking his palm against the skin of Eddies exposed back.

“Owners talking about getting us back next weekend”

Eddies heartbeat was still pounding in his ears when he roughly ripped off the black ski mask from his head, damp curls sprawling out from their confinement.

Shouting could be heard from outside before the door to the small green room slammed open. “They’re looking for you man” Jeff ran in. Eddie could hear the police outside the door, their voices getting closer.

“Quick get out of here and lay low, whatever you did this time they’ll forget in a few days”

Eddie cursed before haphazardly putting his mask back on and shrugging his leather jacket on his shoulders before entering the cold night air.

The cops were looking for Eddie, and with the mask on he was no longer Eddie, he was Vandal, Van for short, but he made a run for it just to be safe.

Eddie knew back at the bar his band will be getting interrogated right now. But their story was always the same “we don’t know no Eddie; the lead singers name is Van”

He liked to keep his real identity a secret on stage. It was easier due to all the trouble he gets up to during the day and he just preferred the anonymity of it, he could be anyone once that hood came on.

Down the street now Eddie slowed to a brisk walk, pulling out his pack of cigarettes and lighting one, taking a long drag once he finally got a breath. He smiled at the irony of that, thinking of ways he could incorporate that into a lyric, connect it back to the bands rebellious non conformity message.

After a few more minutes of walking Eddie made it to the nearest service station, pulling his hood off and stuffing it in his jacket pocket before entering. He beelined straight to the confectionary section ripping off a chocolate bar and stomping down the aisle for a packet of chips. At the counter he watched the bored clerk perk up at the sight of him, adjusting her shirt to show off more cleavage.

“What can I do for you” she asked in the most flirtatious voice she could

“Uh, cheapest bottle of bourbon please” Eddie answered giving the girl a wink before she turned around to grab the bottle.

“What time do you get off?” Eddie leaned his elbows on the counter so his eyes were in line with her chest, noticing the way she pushed her chest out more and stood with her hand on her hip.

“I’m here all night, but it’s pretty dead, I can lock the door” She replied seductively. Eddie considered his options. Try to go home to his uncle who likely already received a visit from the cops, or hole up here with a pretty lady until the authorities cool off for the night.

The answer was obvious.

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Eddie was rudely awoken by the zip of his leather jacket hitting him in his eye socket. Groaning he stretched in the plastic chair he had curled up on, flinching when he pinched a nerve in his back. Uncle Waynes couch would have been a better option.

“You have to leave now my supervisors going to be here” A voice spoke above him.

Eddie squinted open one eye to see a dishevelled version of the girl he met last night. On the floor to his right was an empty bottle of that bourbon and a plastic cup with the remnants of his last few cigarettes.

“Get me another packet of Marlboros would ya” Eddie resumed his stretch, rubbing the eye that he could already feel a small bruise forming around.

He heard movement and a small box hit him in the chest.

“Out! Now!”

Eddie scrambled to his feet shrugging on his jacket realising he still had no shirt underneath.

“Can I pinch a shirt?” Eddie asked the girl frantically cleaning up the back room they spent the night in.

“They’re next to the drink fridge, hurry” she answered, uninterested in Eddies company by now.

Eddie walked out the back entrance of the service station clad in a shirt saying, “Warning, Choking Hazard” with an arrow pointed downward, he chuckled to himself, pleased with his selection before lighting up another cigarette and making his way in town. He was starving and could use a greasy cheeseburger to soak up some of the alcohol still swirling through his system.

If he was lucky, the police had forgotten about Mr Wheelers stolen car and Mrs Norris’s once perfectly manicured lawn (he didn’t see the pot hole, he was trying not to pop Mr Wheelers tyre obviously).

Down the main strip of Hawkins Eddie kept his head down trying not to draw any attention. He was on 80% of these peoples hit list, been done dirty by Eddie one way or another. This was why he was so eager to blow up with the band and get the hell out of this shit hole. He approached the record store, interested in this week’s new releases. Him and the band had been trying to get Corroded Coffins album in store for months. Keith the asshole kept saying they weren’t selling amateur garage band shit, so Eddie deeply despised the place.

Like a magnet Eddie found his way to the metal section, browsing the albums he already knew and loved when one cover up the back caught his eye. It was Corroded Coffin, he had hand drawn that cover himself, he recognised the charcoal smudge scanned onto the left edge of every album they printed. It cost him a fortune, only two existed in vinyl format and 50 cassettes, all the copies they hand out at shows now are hand scratched mixtape style covers. This was one of those 50 official cassettes.

“Its limited edition, hence, the markup” A soft voice spoke from behind Eddie. He turned his head and scowled at the girl stood behind him. She was twiddling with a sticker that read ‘SALE’ a crooked name badge on a too big shirt with ‘Hawkins Records’ printed on the opposite side.

“Yeah, I know its limited edition, its one of 50” Eddie spat back protectively. Who was this girl telling him about his own band?

“Its one of my own copies. I bought two because I’m such a fan and wanted a backup but Keiths been pushing back their request to sell in the store, so I sacrificed my spare to put out, they deserve to be in stores, have you heard of them?” The girl rambled, seemingly forgetting her own surroundings once she had started talking.

“Of course, I’ve heard of them” Eddie grumbled putting the album back. “Better question is how have you heard of them”

Eddie turned fully now to look at the girl. She was nothing like the people who come to his shows, she radiated too much of a cautious, anxious energy. She looked uncomfortable in her own skin and ashamed of her own actions, but Eddie was no psychoanalyst, he couldn’t make those kinds of conclusions. She looked up at him but a little to the left, never making eye contact and she had a twitch in her leg that looked a little like Gareth tapping a kick drum.

“My friend Jack showed me their album, he works here Monday to Thursday, he’s really into metal”

Eddie looked her up and down as he tried to work this girl out, she was fucking weird, and that was saying something coming from him, the towns resident freak.

“Did you know the bands lead vocalist Vandal wears a mask?” Her leg began to twitch more as she continued to talk about Eddie, to Eddie.

“He stays anonymous when he performs, I find it so hot no one knows who he really is” Her twitching turned into a small bounce and Eddie stepped back away from her.

“Oi! Nutcase, stop harassing the customers, get back to work!” Keith yelled from the front of the store, shutting down this girl’s excitement. This didn’t sit well with Eddie at all.

“Does he always talk to you like that?”

The girl looked down at her shoes nervously. “Yeah, he does”

Eddie grunted, “He’s an asshole, you know that?” The girl only nodded back.

Her submission to the asshole up the front only enraged Eddie more. “Hey! Keith!” He shouted across the store, stomping up to the counter.

“Find someone else to pick on” He growled before planting one hard punch to Keith’s face, definitely breaking his nose. Other customers in the store looked up, curious about the commotion.

“And treat your staff better”

Keith groaned in pain, “She’s fucking useless man, what the fuck”

Something in Eddie felt protective over this girl, and he wasn’t sure why. She was a fan obviously and a part of him felt indebted to her for her devotion to his art, whether she knew it or not.

“Come on” Eddie grunted, pulling the strange girl by her arm and out of the store. He knew it wouldn’t be too long before Keith calls the police and they’re hot on his trail again.

“Where are we going?” She asked still being dragged by Eddie.

“To your place”

Surprisingly it didn’t take any convincing at all for this girl to lead Eddie in the direction of her house, taking backstreets to avoid attention. Eddie added this to her list of traits that made her a freak, who the hell takes a guy like Eddie home after that?

“Hey, stop” Eddie interrupts once they were far enough away, he thought they’d be safe from authorities. “Fuck this shit” he said ripping off the name badge from her uniform. “You don’t need that shithole” The girl looked at Eddie now, analysing him.

“Am I fired?”

The question baffled him, how does he answer that. Did he just get her fired?

“Like I said, you don’t need that shithole” He punctuated, motioning for her to continue walking, he was still fucking starving.

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She led him up to a plain white house, perfect coverup assuming Keith doesn’t talk. Inside, it was as plain at the exterior, perfect picture of boring suburbia. Eddie couldn’t help comparing it to somewhere they’d send him to torture him.

“My Dads on a trip and my Moms at work, no one will find you here” The girl said, practically reading Eddies mind.

She walked him through and into the kitchen offering him a glass of water, which Eddie rejected as he pushed her out of the way to scan her fridge.

“Where’s the beer?”

The strange girl shrugged, “Dad doesn’t like beer”

“Is there any booze in this house?” He asked, already getting irritated.

“Well, dads got a special bottle of whiskey he saves for Christmas each year in his study, he says its vintage”

“Perfect” Eddie answered, “Go get it”

He continued to rummage through the fridge, pulling out bread, turkey meat and cranberry jelly. The girl stayed put, not answering Eddie. “Is there a problem?”

“Its Dads special Whiskey, he only drinks it on Christmas”

Eddie rolled his eyes. “Whatever”

Once his sandwich was made Eddie began to look around the house, looking for anything valuable he could snatch on his way out tomorrow. “What’s your deal then?” Eddie called from a gallery wall near the front entrance, viewing a series of boring family photos, this family didn’t even go on vacation, every photo looked like a Macys photoshoot.

“What do you mean?” She asked sneaking up next to Eddie, causing him to jump and hold his chest.

“Fucking creepy, don’t do that” He hissed before composing himself, “I mean, what do you do besides work at the record store, did you go to college? Actually, how old are you?”

“I’m 20, I did one year at college, but mom thought I’d be better working and getting some life experience and going back later when I gained a bit more confidence”

Eddie noted the way she spoke to the wall rather than to Eddie, so he turned to face her directly, encouraging her to do the same.

“You think you’re getting life experience getting yelled at by Keith?”

“Not really”

Eddie crossed his arms, “what do you want to be doing then?”

The girl took a moment to consider her next words, biting her lip in thought. “Follow me” She led him up a flight of stairs and into a bedroom with the most contradicting aesthetic Eddie had ever seen. Her bed was cutely decorated with girly blankets, a pile of stuffed animals in the corner. Cascading over the bed was a frilly canopy covered in fairly lights. To the opposite wall was a white traditional vanity with a pretty jewellery box decorated with glittery stickers, and various lip glosses and juvenile makeup products. The walls however were covered in aggressive Metal band posters. Eddie spotted a concert advertisement poster they had put up around town for one of Corroded Coffins gigs. She had a stack of cassettes beside her bed that Eddie imagined didn’t contain a single Madonna album.

“I want to start a band” She spoke quickly, rummaging through a cardboard box of letters, papers and various craft equipment.

“I don’t have anyone to join the band, but I’ve been writing songs” She pulls out one envelope generously decorated in stickers. “I sometimes send the love songs to Vandal from Corroded Coffin” she explains turning around to show Eddie the letter she had, addressed to his uncles PO box.

Eddies stomach dropped, face void of any blood as he stared at the familiar envelope connecting the dots between this girl and the girl he’d been fantasizing about for over a year now.

This was fucking bad.

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joseph quinn on the set of stranger things (2020)

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so soft pt. 161

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The making of AQPDO

via garethgatrell on insta

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