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i love your eddie works so much holy shit ?? could u maybe do one where innocent!reader gets her first bf & perv!stepbrother!eddie gets all mad & jealous and manipulates her into breaking up w him? + smut if it’s okay 🫶🏻 u can add anything & go as dark as u want tbh i don’t really have any limits
note: this was from a while ago im so sorry !! i hope you enjoy though hehe also sorry this is kinda bad LKDSJ
warnings: reader called eddie daddy once, stepcest, dark!eddie, dark material, penetration, smut, innocent!reader, kinda pervy eddie, stepbro!eddie munson, jealousy, threats, once again..DARK MATERIALLLLL if you dont like it, dont read it babe <3, pet names, reader's body type is kinda mentioned ('tiny' but i meant it referring to height), 6'4 eddie, shorter reader
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just imagining when he finally meets your boyfriend.. (your mom and uncle wayne have already met him, and are out for their anniversary when eddie meets him).
eddie's all grumpy, smoking a cigarette and face to face with your boyfriend when your he puts out his hand for eddie to shake. eddie just grimaces slightly, blowing cigarette smoke in your boyfriend's face before knocking shoulders with him forcefully when he walks away to sit on the sofa, resting his combat-boot-cladded-feet on the coffee table; flicking the cigarette ashes towards your boyfriend--Tommy...
it's quiet and tense before you decide to break the silence, biting your bottom, glossed lip nervously; watching eddie stare daggers at Tommy as he takes a seat on the chair in front of the metal head that is lounging on the couch.
"i-I think i'm gonna get a water," ur voice is soft as ur eyes track ur stepbrother's actions--his body is laid back and relaxed, but his face is pointed and mean, eyes squinted slightly as though he is analyzing your nervous lover. "u-uhm..T-tommy would you like one?" you play with the hem of your floral sundress anxiously.
your boyfriend nods, thanking you and gulping slightly as he throws eddie a nervous chuckle--albiet lacking any actual humor.
with haste, you walk quickly to the kitchen.
eddie inspects tommy.
'jesus christ,' he thinks as he watches your apprehensive boyfriend's khaki-cladded leg bounce up and down rapidly. 'what the fuck does she see in this prick?'
eddie stays in his mind for a bit, anger coiling in his chest as he tightens his fist, his rings taut against his fingers as he takes another drag from his cigarette.
"s-so i uhm, i heard your in a band..pretty successful--i-i mean ur sister--"
"step sister," eddie corrects, and tommy watches as he takes his feet off of the coffee table, leaning forward as he flicks the excess ashes of the smoke once again towards the uneasy highschool boy before taking one last drag and then putting the cigarette out on the coffee table.
"r-right stepsister--she uhm, she said that it's getting pretty successful--ur band, i mean," tommy smiles nervously, clearing his throat. "uh, what's ur band called?"
"corroded coffin." your irritated stepbrother gravels. he's short with his answers, and tommy can tell he doesn't want to talk anymore. your boyfriend sighs through his nose with a pressed smile hinted on his lips before quickly glancing off to the side to silently pray that you are on your way back. thankfully, you are, with a bright smile and a small giggle to accompany you--along with the two glasses of water of course.
u stop in front of where eddie is sitting as your boyfriend stands, thanking you for the water and chugging it down, wiping his mouth off and setting it back down on the coffee table as you giggle airily, confused.
"dry throat." he tries to explain, clearing his throat again. no way is he going to admit your brother--or, step brother is scaring the ever living shit out of him. (even though it is blatantly obvious(..to everyone but yourself..))
before you can say anything eddie places his tattooed, ringed fingers under the cusp of your ass under your dress, gently running his fingers in a small pattern on the soft skin. "baby," he speaks, getting your attention immediately as your boyfriend stands there awkwardly. "d'you think you could get me some water too? it'd give me more time to have a little chat with tommy here."
tommy can't believe it! the way eddie changes his tone of voice so quickly. with you it was so soft and kind--so gentle and incredibly sacchrine. and what's with his hand up your skirt?
"sure, eddie!" you turn to tommy, excited. they must be getting along! "i'll be right back 'n then we can go, okay?"
when you leave and it's just tommy and eddie again, your stepbrother stands up, his height towering over your boyfriend's. he looks behind him to make sure you aren't near before curling his fingers slightly, a small c'mere floating from his lips.
tommy moves foward.
"look, man, i know we just met, but my stepsister means the world to me, okay? so 'm gonna give you a little advice," any hint of a lightness to eddie's voice--or his eyes dissappears in that moment, and tommy is very aware of how eddie's ringed hand is squeezing his shoulder--he can feel an anger that he's very scared of. "you do fucking anything to upset her, take advantage of her-- whatever the fuck it is, and i will fucking kill you. understand, thomas? she's too fuckin' kind and naiive to deal with douchebags like you..but because i'm feeling nicer today, i'm gonna give you a warning. if you use her--fuck her or kiss her, whatever--i'll find out, and i'll fuckin' slit your throat. we clear?" he growls as your boyfriend nods vehemently-- eddie's left hand squeezing your boyfriend's shoulder harshly before letting go as you walk in, a small smile flashing on your stepbrother's face as he thanks you, bending down lower and kissing your cheek as he wraps you up in an embrace, your head on his chest.
and because of how ' kind and naiive ' you are, you don't notice the way your boyfriend looks as though he's seen a ghost, his body stiff and uncomfortable.
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OK NOW..
one night eddie is painting your toes a baby pink as you lie on his bed, admiring your freshly painted finger nails. eddie had gotten good at painting nails ever since you taught him how to do his own.
when he's finished, he kisses the top of your foot before delicately placing it back on his bed.
the metal head admires your soft features for a moment before speaking.
"sweetheart," he calls gingerly, "can i talk to you about something?"
you nod, a soft smile on your freshly glossed lips that smelt of cherries.
eddie gets off of his bed, grabbing a cigarette and lighting it as he speaks. "it's about that damn boyfriend of yours.."
your ears perk up at that as you sit up further. "what about him, eds?"
eddie blows out a silver river of smoke from his lips before deciding to put the butt out on his dresser. "well, you see baby, i don't like him very much."
you frown sadly, you thought your stepbrother liked him! or at least tolerated him..
eddie walks over, brushing some hair behind your ears. "why not, eds?"
"well, honey," he scoffs, squishing your cheeks together with his hand before kissing your forced pout and letting go, tattooed hand smoothing over your cheek. "he wouldn't treat you right..you trust me, don't you?"
you nod again, how could he ask such a thing?!
"'f course i do! I trust you more than anyone!"
the metal head smiles gently, eyes soft and kind as his thumb quirks over your bottom lip. "good, princess..that's good. cuz that means i know a lot more about things than you do..your cute little head sometimes doesn't understand stuff, now does it, puppy? you need someone to watch out for you, hm?"
you smile shyly, cheeks glowing a soft pink--flustered as you look down. eddie notices, because--of course he does. "no need to be embarrassed, princess, y'know that.." his voice is soft and alluring as you lean into his touch further, giggling bashfully. "yeahh..you know that. 's just i know what's best for you, n trust me when i say that boytoy of yours is a real fuckin' pussy."
you gasp, whining, "eddie, you promised! no more bad words!"
"right, right, i'm sorry, sweetheart. 's just-- i think this guy is not a good person, puppy.. n you don't want to be with someone that's bad for you, do you?"
ironic. but you're too oblivious to realize the ironicy because, well--he's holding you so gently, and he smells so good, and his touch is making your head dizzy and your body tingle!
but you shake your head, a cute little pout adorning your plump lips.
"that's what i thought. so tomorrow," eddie sits down against his headboard, pulling you in close and kissing your head. he wants this to really stick. "tomorrow you break up with him."
"b-but-!" you try to reason. you hate confrontation!
"no buts, princess. tomorrow, okay? do what i say." his voice is more stern now, and you can't help but comply when his fingers play gently with your hair, his lips softly kissing all over your face as you look up at him.
eddie knows he's got you exactly where he wants you.
and truly, he does.
that next day, you break up with tommy, and eddie is the first to hear about it.
he may not be in highschool anymore, but he has people (dustin).
because when you come home from school, both of your parents out, eddie's high on happiness and love (or obsession) (as well as a little weed). he drags you straight to his bedroom, his cock already throbbing to get out of his jeans, his body on fire--and when he kisses your skin, your whole entire body fizzles, sparking into a wildfire-sized flame that suffocates you whole.
you can't get enough of each other, and although you both have done stuff before (eddie was the one to take your virginity), nothing has been like this before. usually, things between you two were always very passionate and intense, but this felt different.
he's needy for you.. and although he has been extremely needy for you ever since he met you, he actually vocalizes it this time.
"y-you're mine, baby," he seethes, eyebrows mimicking yours--upward and eyes filled with desperation as you make small little uh uh uh's. you are incapable of making any other sound. your legs are wrapped around his upper back, and everything is so much and he is so close, his chest pressed against yours, you can't help but softly sob. eddie shushes you, wiping away your tears. "just a little fuckin' crybaby, huh? g-god, i love you. you're all fuckin' mine, princess--awh, fuck-" eddie whines when you tighten around him, and he can tell your close. his balls are filled and ready to be milked but he first meshes his lips messily with yours, spit connecting the two of you for a second before snapping back to each other's lips.
"s-so proud of you, my pure little baby--this fuckin' cunt, god," he whispers, his right hand wrapped gently around your throat as he kisses any place he can get to, sucking on your bottom lip as you hiccup around cute little squeaky moans he can't get enough of. "say you're mine." he groans gently, rutting into you, his bedframe hitting the wall. "s-say it, baby, c'mon, please?"
you can hear how much he needs this. however, it's so hard for you to answer, so you just sniffle, squealing as his thrusts get sloppier. "fuckin--say it! please, please, please, please--"
"'m yours, ed--" you swallow, feeling the sensation of pressure building up in your core. "'m y-yours, eddie," you cry.
eddie laughs through a choked moan, "y-yeah you are, puppy--n-not tommy's, n-not any of the fuckin' l-losers at your school--you're mine."
you squeeze around him again, puckering your lips as you feel closer to your release, "kissie?" you sniffle, eyes glossy and red from your crying.
eddie chuckles and nods, lips quickly pressing against yours, tongues licking desperately at one another--completely unhinged as your body is overtook with its release, numb and vibrating through your veins.
you can't moan.
you can't talk.
your finger nails claw at eddie's back, as you hear a faint, "shit, so beautiful.." but you can barely hear it as it feels as though your ears are clogged with water, a small squeak heard from the back of your throat as your spit drips from your mouth, slowly, like golden honey. you eyes are crossed and your breathing has been stifled by the intensity. this is the longest time you've ever orgasmed, and eddie loves every fucking second. he kisses you gently, his hips slapping against yours as he pounds into your tiny body, his own frame caging you in. he would show you the bulge your tummy makes when his cock hits your sweet spot over and over again, but he knows you are completely gone.
"take it, princess," he mumurs against your lips, his left hand rubbing and slapping your hardened nipples. "take my fuckin' cock, my c-cum--gonna fill you up real nice, hm? wanna be a mommy?"
you tighten at that. back arched and pressed against eddie's tattooed chest.
he cums as he watches how absolutely fucked-out you are, cursing and spurting his warm seed into your cunt for what seems like hours.
you can hear him whisper small, "breathe, baby, breathe"'s to you as you finally gasp, not realizing you had gone a while without oxygen.
immediately, you start crying. not out of sadness or anything bad, just out of love and something you can't quite put your finger on.
"aw, poor thing," eddie shushes, petting your forehead. you clutch onto him as he slowly pulls out, his come spilling from your winking, creamy, hole.
tears fall free from your beautiful eyes as you sniffle, and eddie brings you in closer to him. "e-e-eddie.." you cry softly, voice high and delirious and he can tell you are very far gone. "w-wha's wrong w-with me? feel w-weird.."
eddie smiles, kissing your lips, "nothing's wrong baby, you just came a lot, yeah? so much for your little body to process, sweet girl. you just need a little bit to come down from it, okay? you were so good, baby, daddy's so proud of you, princess." his voice is gentle and sweet; relaxing your still shaking body.
after about ten minutes of eddie kissing your face, chest, and neck, he begins to pull away to go clean you up, but you grip onto his arm, pulling him back. "no," you pout, "w-wan' fingers, please?" you plead, and eddie smiles, "'f course, baby..such a good girl using your manners.." he places his pointer and middle fingers between your red, bitten lips and into your silky mouth, letting you suck on his tattooed fingers as you are pulled into a deep sleep.
you're finally his now.
he has you exactly how he wants you.
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what’s your roman empire THIS, what’s your roman empire THAT
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what is your stranger things season 4?!?! HUH?!?! HOW ABOUT THAT?!?!
because I don’t just think about it a few times a day… it’s been two goddamn years and that shit still occupies my every waking thought… at this point I need it more than air or water (plz send professional help lmao)
#stranger things#stranger things season 4#steddie#eddiemunson#steveharrington#my roman empire#unhealthy obsession
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Steve who likes sweets, which consists of cookies, cake, suckers, red licorice, candy ropes, rainbow sour belts, anything sweet, Eddie catches him sneaking some from the candy cabnit that Eddie hid all of their sweets in cuz stuff would end up missing, he found out it was Steve, so he's told him " Baby girl no more sweets, you don't need that much, have some control please " , so Steve in mid chew, slows down his chewing as he puts his head down into a pouty face, which most of the time makes Eddie sad cuz he hates telling him no but when it comes to certain things he will, to keep him safe, so Eddie's made it to where if Steve behaves and doesn't get into the cabnit again, he can get some sweets every now an then, Steve agrees even tho he liked how Eddie taught him a lesson from it, he definitely can't sit very well from how much his cheeks hurt and are red, he decides to listen cuz he absolutely loves sweets, the only thing he loves more is Eddie, an his six nuggets and Robin but mainly Eddie, his favorite person of all
#steveharrington#steddie#imaginesteddie#eddiemunson#babygirlsteve#SteveLovesSweets#Steve's Obsessed Sweets
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I need either dark/possessive/obsessive or hell even yandere vampire Eddie x Steve-
And I need it now.
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Anyone else at the stage where when you are asked these questions you have to invent things you are thinking about?
Them: "Whatcha thinking about?"
My brain: *Thinking about Eddie Munson* 'Oh sh*t, do not say Eddie Munson, just anything...anything else'
My mouth: "Uh...pencils...like why...you know?
Them: "What?"
#eddie munson#stranger things#eddie stranger things#eddiemunson#eddie the freak munson#eddiemunsonobsession#eddie munson obsessed#obsessed
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I’m a teenage dirt bag again. I’d bite a bat and fight all of Hawkins for this man.
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Just a quick sketch of my newest obsession
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alive with the glory of love
(older!rockstar!eddie x older!actress!wife!)
a valentine's slice of life with our favorite rockstar almost thirty years into our marriage. the year is 2023 and we're still stella rink and we're still famous as hell. aged like fine wine. a decades long career and a decades long marriage with two twins in their late twenties. this is semi from the twins perspective. we know what our life was looking like before, let's see what it looks like now. :)
eddie manip by @eddiemunsons-missingnipple
cw: 18+ minors dni, allusions to smut/wearing lingerie, but overall this is a short little something. reader and eddie are both 57, so, sorry if you don't want to be fifty seven. but if i have to be in my 'early twenties' every time i read a fic, you can be older for like, seven and a half minutes.
The phone eases into focus, Violet’s giggle sounds as she presses record, leaning on her elbows at the kitchen island. The room is a sun drenched, black and white tiled vision — still partially stuck in the 90s, remnants of your old life, despite the ongoing renovations. Despite the teasing from your adult children. Some stuff just never lost its charm – plus, the kids were calling it ‘a 90s vibe’ and you were both pretty sure that was cool.
“Morning, happy Valentine’s Day,” Violet says sleepily, Van trudging in behind her. They both take lazy seats on the bar stools across from the chef stove that their father is delicately working over.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, honey,” Eddie calls over his shoulder, daintily pouring pink batter into a cookie cutter mold on a hot pan. The kitchen and dining room are filled to the brim with flowers and balloons. Eddie’s been up for hours getting everything set up for you, some things never change. Some things never get old.
“What’re you doing?” Van asks.
“What do you mean, what am I doing? I’m making mommy—” He turns around with a furrowed brow, deepening his forehead creases before he realizes they’re recording him. He sighs before turning back to his task, “Guys, again with the phone?”
“C’mon dad, they love you!” Violet begs, putting her phone down and shoving it in her sweatshirt pocket, “Van show him the comments on the last one.”
“They think you’re hilarious, they want you to have your own account,” Van encourages, he opens his own phone to bring over to his dad. He grew up to be a spitting image of the two of you, as if they pasted Eddie’s face on his and gave him all your other features. The color of your eyes, the texture of your hair. Your bright, enrapturing smile. A perfect fifty-fifty.
Van scrolls slowly through the endless comments, Eddie squinting down at them, “Van, I don’t have my glasses.”
Eddie peers down lower, “What does that mean? ‘I know it’s big’? What’s big?”
“New…choker…just…dropped? I didn’t make chokers for merch,” he shrugs, waving him away to pay attention to the stove.
“Ew,” Violet laughs, “Stop making him read these out loud, that’s so gross.”
“You should still make your own,” Van says, sitting back down, “It’d do way better than the one for Corroded.”
“Have your mom do it,” Ed shrugs off, “She knows how to do all that internet shit.”
“That Howard Stern clip is going viral again,” Violet says devilishly, “The girlies are obsessed with you.”
“I don’t care about the girlies, Vi,” Eddie blushes, flipping one of the pancakes on the pan, “I care about your mom.”
“I just wanna show them what you guys do for your favorite holiday,” Violet whines, “They’ll love it.”
“They’re gonna call him a simp,” Van teases, a look of realization washing over his face, “Wait, you’re such a simp for mom, actually.”
They both laugh, Eddie doesn’t know what ‘a simp’ is so he laughs too.
“That’s a good word for like, a DND character type — you should see about that in your campaigns,” Ed continues while he plates a pancake on an ever growing stack of pink and red.
“Ohmygod Dad, no, that’s not—“ Van laughs silently into his hands.
“Stop making fun of him, he’s old,” Violet pleads between giggles, taking her phone out again, “Dad, seriously can you just tell us what you’re doing? Why do you love Valentine’s Day?”
“Is this for your TikTok thing?” he asks, pulling his dark curls up in a ponytail with a black silk scrunchie, bangs he can’t quite part with falling in waves over his brow. ‘My Pilates teacher was telling me they’ll be safer on your hair,’ you’d said — and he’s never been one to say no to you. Every time the kids came home they’d take their phones out and make Tiktok’s of the two of you, sometimes you’d make a solo one for Violet or Van’s page if you felt like it. But with Twitter and Instagram, you didn’t want to overload your assistant with some other form of social media – but it looked like the two of you were really popular. Especially Eddie.
Violet educated you about ‘fancams’ which were just clips to music. There were a lot of the two of you together, or you solo from your movies and shows in the 90s. Progressions of you then and now and how you’re still ‘so hot’ and ‘unproblematic’. Eddie’s almost always started with the clip of him at Howard Stern, jaw ticking while he tried to keep his composure: ‘Excuse the fuck out of me, what did you just say about my wife? Do you wanna lose your fuckin’ teeth?’
The comments were always flooded with a mess of young people losing their shit:
‘god i’ve seen what you’ve done for others’
‘stopppp he’s obsessed with her’
‘@vidawn i hope your mom can fight’
‘@vannywayne @vidawn i’m five years younger than u but i would be a great step dad’
‘when is someone gonna fight howard stern FOR ME?’
‘@vannywayne @vidawn they’re thirsting over your dad again’
‘i’m banging on the walls of my enclosure’
'ewwww we hate cheaters'
‘i NEED to fuck him’
‘@vannywayne you look EXACTLY the same’
‘are they looking for a third?’
'idgi he looks dirty'
‘they are notttttt making them like him anymore’
‘not him being old enough to be my father i’m sick’
“Obviously,” she snaps back, rolling his eyes when he starts touching himself up for the camera.
“Should I do a couple of push ups so I look buff or…?” he teases. Violet and Van make a face that puts any face you’ve given him to shame. It’s the only regret he has about having kids with you – all that attitude had to go somewhere.
“Fine, fine,” he huffs, “I’m ready for my close up, Vi.”
“You’re so cheesy, dad. Just be normal for like, five seconds,” Violet huffs, taking out her phone again, “You’re ready?”
“M’ready,” he smiles.
“Okay, so, what’re you doing?” Violet asks again.
“I am making pancakes,” he starts, pouring red better into the cookie cutter mold on the pan this time, “In a heart shape, for your mom.”
“How long have you been doing this?” she asks, a smile spreading across her face. It matches her dads. There was no mistaking that Violet was Eddie Munson’s daughter.
“Since we got together, so – the first one was in 1990,” he muttered, flipping the pancake, “I do it every year ‘cause she loves it. They’re strawberry, but they’re pink and red ‘cause I put food coloring in them.”
“Is Valentine’s Day her favorite holiday?”
Eddie grins, “No, her favorite holiday is the fourth of July. Not ‘cause she’s got a boner for America or anything. She just likes fireworks and when I use the grill.”
“Is it your favorite holiday?” Van asks this time. Eddie nods, a bright blush pushing up on his face.
“How come?” Violet and Van ask at the same time. Eddie turns the burner off, placing the heaping plate of heart shaped pancakes on the center of the island. He opens the wine cooler on the opposite wall, pulling out a bottle of champagne and two flutes from the top cabinet.
“‘Cause I get to spoil your mom all day,” he smiles, “She deserves it.”
“You spoil her every day,” Van teases, “I can’t think of a more doted on woman on earth than mom.”
“She’s very special,” he shrugs.
“And you do this every year?” Violet asks, zooming in on the pancakes.
“Every year for the past thirty four years, well, minus ninety-two,” he frowns a little, “We had some time apart that year.”
“Still had my chef make them for me though.”
Your voice cuts in from the large arch way connecting to the dining room and Violet pans quickly over to get you in frame.
“Hi mom,” Vi says, “Is this your favorite holiday?”
“No,” you shake your head and laugh, the same laugh he fell in love with, “It’s the fourth of July. C’mon Vi, how long have I been your mom? Do you even know me?”
“You’re supposed to be in bed, honey,” Eddie frowns, “You’re ruining the surprise.”
“The surprise that’s older than my kids? How could I forget,” you grin, rounding the island and greeting your husband with a gentle kiss, “Happy Valentine’s day.”
“Happy Valentine’s day, baby,” he murmurs into a second chaste peck, “You’re supposed to let me bring them up to you.”
“My kids are home, I don’t wanna spend all day in bed,” you pout. He pouts back dramatically, tugging on your arm to pull you flush against his chest.
“I thought you loved spending all day in bed with me,” he pushes some of your hair back before resting a palm on your cheek, moving in to kiss you deeply. The scruff on his chin scratches around your mouth but you never care because he still kisses you, he kisses you every day. He’d kiss you all day if you let him. You had too many girlfriends whose ex-husbands were on their third wife and every year they’re more surprised that Eddie is still on his first.
“Okay, I think that’s our cue to leave,” Van says, Violet stops recording. Their faces sour.
“Yeah we don’t want a January ‘94 repeat or anything,” Vi jokes. The twins high five at their own mean reference to your horrific sex tape debacle, but you and Eddie toss them a playful glare.
“Hey, she might be your mother, but she’s my wife,” Eddie warns, hand sneaking down to rest on the small of your back to pull you close to him, “Don’t mess with her.”
“Yeah,” you tease, crossing your arms, “You saw what he did to Howie’s studio. I just gotta say the word.”
“So scary,” Violet rolls her eyes, leaving the kitchen with her twin in tow, “We’re taking the Jeep to get Jamba Juice, do you want anything?”
“My usual,” you answer while Eddie goes to the fridge to get grapefruit juice out of the fridge, “And get daddy’s usual too. Do you want his card? Where’s your card, hun?”
“Wherever you last left it,” he responds, gracefully pouring grapefruit mimosas for the both of you.
“It’s in my purse,” you call out.
“Which one?!” Violet calls back, both of them waiting by the door.
“The pink Kelly!”
“Got it! Do you want anything else?” Van calls out.
“Just uh,” Eddie giggles to himself, tossing you a once over, “Take your time!”
“Gross!” they yell back in unison. Eddie waits for the door to close to pull you back into him, he watches you at first. Brown eyes cascading over the slope of your nose, your cheeks, the crinkles at the edge of your eyes, your smile lines. He looks at you like he’s looking at you for the first time, every time.
He looks different, but the same. Dark curls smattered and entwined in silver, a nose ring, a never ending scratch of overgrown stubble. Deep lines on his forehead that exaggerate his already animated features. Lips still full and warm, hands still big and covered in rings. He’s kept his body real tight for fifty-seven, still throwing himself in the gym daily. ‘If I’m gonna be addicted to something now it might as well be like, my cardiovascular health, babe.’
His crows feet make him somehow more attractive, his smile got better with age. He still makes your heart race when he catches your eye from across the room.
“You wearing that little red thing I like?” he purrs in your ear. The tie to your robe sliding between his inked fingers.
“Maybe,” your finger trails over a tattoo on his bicep, “Maybe, I got something new for you to see. Maybe it’s black, maybe it’s strappy. Maybe it’s that thing you saw when we went shopping last week.”
“Christ,” he huffs, pressing a kiss to your cheek before stepping back over to the counter, “Do you ever stop getting hotter? Eat your breakfast before I bend you over this bar stool.”
“Let’s bring it upstairs like you wanted,” you smile, following him closely to press your hips up against him, “We can get a little messy.”
“Yeah?” he growls, pushing part of your robe away to see a peek of black lace and strappy leather, “Fucking god, Stell.”
“C’mon,” you whisper breathily, pushing up on your tiptoes to kiss him again, “They’ll be home soon.”
Some things have changed, some things remain the same. He still fucks you like a rockstar.
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hello, darlings! i’ve finally compiled my fic list for kinktober 2023! i apologise for my inactivity as of late, being employed sucks fr😞 (kidding ofc) without further adieu, let me present the fics! as always, 18+ only please!
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𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝘀𝗰𝗶𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻
DARK, abby anderson & ellie williams x reader, non-con, drugging
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𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁 ‘𝗲𝗺 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻, 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽 ‘𝗲𝗺 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗻
bradley bradshaw, overstimulation
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𝗯𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝗻𝗲, 𝘀𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝗱𝗼𝗴
DARK, alpha!aemond targaryen, a/b/o, stalking, obsession, forced mating
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𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘃𝘆 𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗮𝗹 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿
dadsbestfriend!eddie munson, taboo, age gap, dacryphilia
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𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗹𝘆 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗱𝗲
hockey!abby anderson x cheerleader!reader, brat taming, hate sex
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𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻’ 𝗵𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵
joel miller, exhibitionism
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𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗴𝗮𝗺𝗲
DARK, james potter, sex pollen
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Its never anyone’s job to fix their partner. However it IS important to have a partner who makes you want to do better and be healthier. In the case of Eddie, he benefits from having a partner who doesn’t tolerate how messy his room is abd makes him clean up (even though it’s probably with a caveat like “If you clean your room, I’ll let you see my tits” or “If you actually wash your hair instead of just using bar soap in it, I’ll tell you one of my biggest fantasies”).
He’s a bit grouchy about it at first but lbr he’s also a puppy dog who’ll follow his partner around like she’s the way home. Plus, he actually does feel a bit better once things are tidied up. Maybe there’s more reward in this than just boobies and kisses…
at first he does it on his own bc he wants to impress you. it mostly consists in him kicking stuff under the bed or hiding them in his closet, though.
but as your relationship progresses he starts to slip up: leaves one too many clothes on the floor, piles of fast food wrappers on his desk, notebooks and magazines strewn around haphazardly. you don't say anything at first-- it's his room and he's grown, he can do it himself. but one day it's just too much for you. "i'm not letting you stick your dick in me until you clean your room," you cross your arms over your chest.
eddie laughs bc you can't be serious. you can't take away his favourite feeling in the world. his laughter dies down when he sees the serious look in your face, "you're joking, right?"
you raise an eyebrow. "does it look like i am? you have two hands, don't you? pretty sure you can keep yourself entertained."
he chokes on air. "uhh, first of all, don't compare my hands to my sweetest girl, 'kay? and second of all, i don't know why you're so mad about it, it's not that..."
he opens his bedroom door and finally sees it: the desk chair about to tip over from the weight of his clothes, the balled up papers of lyrics and dnd campaign ideas on the floor and-- was that a cockroach? he swallows harshly, feeling the hot and suffocating sensations of embarrassment take over his body. "...bad."
feeling bad for putting him on the spot like that, you rub his back and kiss his shoulder blade. "i know you don't do it on purpose, eds. we can start small, okay? how about you clean the floor and i'll..." you trail off, thinking. you smile brightly when an idea comes to mind, "i'll take my shirt off."
"you're on," he says. he bends over to grab some papers and then quickly stands straight, almost like he's been shocked. "what do i get if i clear the chair too?"
you laugh, leaning against the wall. "the panties go too," you shrug coyly.
#idk why y'all so obsessed with him cleaning his room lmao#maybe i feel called out 🤷♀️#but here you go ig#strangerthings.musings#eddiemunson
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fem!reader x older!tattooartist!eddiemunson
part 1 here !
WARNINGS : smut mdni. phone sex :)). age gap mentioned !! if u dont like dont read. basically the same as pt. 1 but shorter.
hope u all enjoy !! ♡ ♡ ♡ (p.s my reqs are open)
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eddie hasn’t been able to get you off his mind. ever since you walked in and seduced him like a little minx. he knew it was ‘unprofessional’, yet if anyone else were out into that position, he’s certain they would’ve done the same.
such a sweet thing like you, and such an opposite man like him. you were younger, sure, but you were oh so sweet and fully aware of what you were doing when you first met.
you, similarly, can’t get the picture of that mess of curls out of your head. his lips, his hands trailing up your skirt, the small crows feet either side of his eyes. even his dick for gods sake. something about him was so enduring… so enchanting. you couldn’t help yourself.
it had been 5 days since your last and first interaction with eddie munson, and it has been replaying in your head nonstop. but there hasn’t been a call yet, and now you’re starting to regret your sudden outburst of confidence.
i mean, you had ended on a really good note - he finished your tattoo, you payed at a discounted price because he said you’d already gave him enough ‘payment’. but why hadn’t he called you back…?
had you come off too strong? maybe he did that with all of his clients… could you just be another one of them? what if he just didn’t care about you? you were obsessed with him but did he even think about you and—
ring ring.
no, it can’t be him. that’ll be too convenient of a time right? it’s probably work.
you trail over to the phone on the wall, lazily dragging your legs after laying in bed all day. it was about 10pm, your day being well spent in the comfort of your room. you were expecting a call from work too, so you had already lost hope for eddie and assumed it was your boss calling you.
“hello?” you say sweetly down the phone, spinning the lean your back against the wall.
“missed that voice, hi sweetheart.” your heart stopped. the world stopped. it was actually him - you’d been dreaming about hearing that voice again and it was finally happening right now.
“y’there y/n?” you twirl the cord around your finger.
“hi, eddie.” a high pitched voice sounds down the microphone, not registering in your mind that it’s yours. your heart is quite literally pounding in your chest now.
“sorry about not calling you sooner sweetness, been busy. i’ve missed you.” the heat rises to your cheeks faster than it ever has. you feel like a girl in high-school with a stupid crush.
“s’okay, i’ve been busy too. m’glad you finally called me though.”
“oh yeah? you missed me sweet thing?” now he just sounds cocky.
“mmm, i wouldn’t go that far.” you smirk.
“i see how it is…”
silence. it consumes the both of you. it’s not the awkward type, you feel as if you are just flourishing in his company through the phone.
“m’being serious when i say i missed you. couldn’t stop thinking about you, y’little minx.” he lets out a breathy laugh at the nickname, and it could quite possibly be the sexiest thing you’ve ever heard. you become aware of your clothes feeling too hot, and your thighs clenching tightly.
“i missed you too. nearly came to your work to book another tattoo just to see you.” you giggle slightly and bite your lip, sounding ridiculous and wanting to stop yourself.
“that obsessed already baby? gotcha hooked. should’ve came down, last time was definitely something.” as if your face couldn’t get anymore red.
you laugh down the phone, not knowing how to respond to that unforgettable day. heat pools underneath your small bedtime shorts.
“maybe you should’ve called me earlier, we could’ve done something… i’ve missed you.” your eyelids clamp shut, afraid you’re starting something you won’t be able to finish.
eddie was sat there, stunned and shirtless in his bedroom of his apartment. and let’s be honest, the plaid pants he was wearing as pyjamas weren’t leaving much to the imagination as his boner presses against the stitching. as soon as he heard your voice, he couldn’t help himself.
“fuck- you can’t say stuff like that t’me sweetheart. m’going crazy over here.” your statement didn’t leave much to the imagination, and ended with him rutting his hips into the air to get some sort of release. he lets out a small moan at the feel of his leaky tip touching the thin material of his pants.
the growing tension was absolutely suffocating, yet neither of you wanted to make the first move and wanted to relish in it until it snapped.
now you aren’t going to pretend like you didn’t hear him moan, because you most definitely did. before you even knew it, your nipples had pebbled against your small shirt, and slick was coating your thighs.
“watcha doin’ right now, eds?” the innocent act only made him worse.
he was still circling his hips, the waistband of his pants falling lower and leaving his happy trail becoming more and more exposed. you were circling your finger around the harsh indent of your nipple over your shirt, biting back a moan - both pleasuring yourself slightly but not fully committing yet.
“d’ya really want me to answer that, angel? cause i think you can hear what m’ doing.” he finally caves and pulls his hardened length of out his pants, precum dribbling down the tip in beads. just like the sick fuck he is, he moves the phone down to his hip level and starts rubbing his cock. “f-fuck, wish you were here touchin’ me right now.”
your receiver fills with sounds of eddie’s slick cock being rubbed, the sound of his spit and precum mixing to soak his dick perfectly. the sounds leave little to the imagination, as you trail your fingers down to your waistband to your dripping cunt. the jolt of pain that rushes through you when you brush over your throbbing cunt forces a moan to escape your lips.
“not so much of an angel are ya sweetheart- shit.” he bucks his hips into his fist, fucking his hand to the sound of your little pants. “touchin’ yourself to the sound of me. dirty girl.” the smirk in his voice evident.
“n-never said i was an angel—“ you slip your finger into your tight hole, plunging it all the way until you feel that spongey spot on your walls. it elicits such a sweet moan that eddie thinks he’s gonna cream himself right then and there. “n’ you started touchin’ yourself to the sound of my voice you perv.”
his hand speeds up, the moans spurring him on even further as he whines into the microphone of the phone. “fuck- missed your pretty noises so much. so so so much.” he hisses. “you gonna slip another finger in, baby? fill yourself up so it feels like me.” he wouldn’t admit that the nickname ‘perv’ was really making it difficult for him right now.
you nod despite him not being able to see you, and do what he says. “miss you touchin’ me. haven’t stopped thinking about you eddie.” your brain was starting to fuzz over, any words that could leave your mouth doing so.
he bites down on his lip, hard enough to draw blood as he holds back from blowing his load. edging himself so you could finish at the same time. judging my your moans and your fucked out voice, you weren’t far off.
you pump 3 fingers in and out of you, massaging that spot inside of you while your thumb works on your clit occasionally. the pressure was building in your tummy to quick you didn’t even have the chance to tell the boy.
“shh shh sweets, don’t worry. m’ gonna see you this week n’ make you feel so- fuck- so fuckin’ good. you want that?” at this point, you could only reply with chants of ‘yesyesyespleasefuck’ and high pitched moans that made eddie’s hand flood with the familiar hot liquid while yours drips out of you.
your back arches off the bed as you drop the phone onto the bed next to you, your pants and moans filling your room as you come down from your high. listening to it almost made the curly haired boy hard again as he imagined how you looked right now - fucked out eyes falling asleep and glossy red lips from biting down on them.
“lick ‘em clean, princes. wanna hear you suckin’ on them fingers nice n’ good.” so you did, making it a point to pop off your fingers obnoxiously loud with a ‘mmmm’.
“you promise to see me this week?” you practically whisper down the phone, not wanted to sound pathetic despite the fact you literally finger fucked yourself to the sound of him.
“i promise, my sweet sweet girl. i’ll take you out somewhere real fancy and—“ you cut him off.
“no. i don’t want fancy… i just wanna do something with just us two. maybe watch a movie or somethin’.”
it sounded like absolute heaven to him. “of course, baby. i’ll call you tomorrow. thanks for helpin’ me get off.”
and with that he hangs up, leaving you red faced and slightly horny again at the thought of what you just did.
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super trouper |dad!rockstar!eddie munson x mom!nepo baby! reader|
prompt: zarah's obsession with mamma mia! leads to an all out birthday party <3 based off a blurb on my old blog. super sweet!
thank you @eddiemunsons-missingnipple for the edit <3
contains: fluff pure fluff!
Eddie blamed Victor Klein, his father in law, for this. For the screaming kids, his own and others. For the bright sparkles, streamers, and sequins. For the obnoxious disco balls that were hung everywhere, spinning and reflecting off the sea of turquoise. And worst of all, for the blaring ABBA that boomed unforgivingly out of the sound system.
You’d been busy all morning, giving directions to the workers who were setting up the party, instructions on where to hang things, put things, perfecting every last detail while you cradled Vega in your arms, nursing her with a blanket thrown over you. All these years and Eddie was still in awe at you, heart still skipping a beat when he saw you. You always had it so together. What would he do without you? He didn't want to ever find out.
“Hang the big disco ball up there- yes, right on that tree. I want it in the center over the dolphin.” You nodded towards the event planner, petting Vega’s downy curls while you swayed with her. “Ed, honey, could you do me a favor?”
Of course he could. He’d do anything for you, you knew that. “What do you need, mama?” Eddie hummed, hooking his chin over your shoulder, grinning down at your fourteen month old.
You beamed at the two, watching your baby gargle in laughter at Eddie, hands reaching out towards him. “I’ve got to get the girls ready. Can you hold Vegie and make sure the caterer knows where to set up? Oh! And make sure there’s room in the fridge for the cake?“
Eddie took baby Vega, smiling at her while she laughed, chubby hands immediately going for his hair to yank them. The little shit, Eddie thought. Always thought it was so funny because he'd hiss in pain and she would cackle her little baby laugh, she was so much like you.
"Yeah, I got it." Eddie pressed a kiss to Vega's baby fat filled cheek, nose nuzzling into the soft skin. "We got it, Mama, you go get dressed." His voice raised in octave, bouncing the baby in his arms.
Your face melted, eyes crinkling from the smile on your face. "Oh, and Daddy will be here soon with the props for the photo area."
Eddie's face fell into something of a half lipped snarl of dread. He regretted not volunteering to help get the girl's dressed instead. You gave him a tight lipped grin, leaning forward to kiss the corner of his mouth, hand gliding over Vega's dark curls. "Make sure you show him where to put them, ok?"
"I got it, Princess." Eddie rolled his eyes at you. "Go on control-freak. I've done a million of these things. I've got it under control."
You scoffed, rolling your eyes at him playfully. "Oh, she might need to be changed soon, rockstar." You quipped, sashaying into the house. "But you've got it handled, right?" Head tilted over your shoulder to look back at him, eyes batting playfully in his direction.
Eddie huffed, looking down at Vega, her little plump lips pulling into a gargling grin. "Think I'll change you into your Metallica onesie just to watch your mom have a fit." He gave dimpled grin. "Yeah? You think that would make her lose her shit on me?" Vega laughed, hands reaching out to tug his locks before Eddie stopped her, taking the small, chubby hand and blowing a raspberry kiss into her palm instead.
Eddie jumped at the sound, the static then the trill sound of the piano blaring and playing the opening notes of 'Dancing Queen' through the connected speakers outside and in the house.
"Sorry, Mr. Munson!" Sherry, your family's party planner, apologized quickly, turning with her clipboard to chew out the sound tech responsible.
Eddie looked at Vega, frowning at her puckered, pouting lips, brows creased deeply at the intruding sound. "Aw, did that scare you, sweetheart?" Eddie cooed dramatically, pressing his nose to hers. "I know, sweet girl, ABBA scares me too."
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"Edward."
Eddie could feel his shoulder's tense, spine straightening and rolling back at the sound of the voice behind him. Victor and Tana Klein.
"Hey," Eddie greeted, a fake laugh companying an even faker grin, while he set the shelf down on the cabinet. Of course, you'd gone over the top for Zarah's cake, it was large and tiered and didn't fit with the cleared shelves.
"I didn't know you guys were getting here so soon." You're never early to anything else, not even our wedding, Eddie thought behind clenched teeth barred in a smile.
"Well, of course we are." Tana sneered in a faux smile, painted pink lips pressed firmly together. "It's my grand baby's birthday."
Eddie fought an eye roll. He knew you would've given it to them anyways, but he was trying to be better, accommodating for the sake of his daughters.
"Button said she wanted these brought." Victor motioned to the large tub their chauffeur was carrying in.
"Yeah, great." Eddie nodded, taking the tub from the uniformed man. "Let me take these to Sherry, and, uh, the girls are all in our room." He nodded, a white knuckled grasp on the tub.
Between your parents, the bright colors, loud disco music, and shrilling kids that were soon to come, Eddie was in his own personal overstimulated hell. "Need help with that, boy?" Wayne's gruff voice came from behind Eddie, finishing the last of his cigarette.
"I got it." Eddie grunted, dropping the box and motioning to Sherry that it had arrived.
Wayne snorted, shaking his head in laughter, tilting the cigarette over to Eddie in an offering. He'd flew in the week before to celebrate on Zarah's actual birthday. No way in hell Wayne was missing any of his grand babies' birthdays or milestones. He stayed in the guest house for the week, cooking breakfast for the girls in the morning. You both enjoyed the extra company, and the girls loved their Poppa Wayne.
Eddie graciously took the cigarette, taking a long drag before exhaling slowly, looking over his shoulder to make sure you or the girls weren't around. Kensington had nearly combusted when she found Eddie smoking, screeching that he was going to die, so since then, he had to get more careful about sneaking out for a smoke.
"Saw your in-laws made it." Wayne nodded towards the house. "I bet the girls will be happy to see 'em."
"Yeah," Eddie rolled his eyes. "Surprised they made it. They brought the stuff from the set that they promised Zarah, so at least the followed through on that." Unlike the countless promises they gave to you as a kid. It was unspoken, but Wayne heard it loud and clear.
"'S a real nice party, son." Wayne nodded. "ABBA. Who woulda thought a nine year old would want that kinda party?"
Eddie shrugged with a small grin. "Mamma Mia!, technically." Eddie said pointedly. "Zarah's been in love since the movie premier this summer. Victor funded it or something, and she got to go. I thought Sicily for sure would be the one to love it, but no, it was Zarah."
Zarah, your quiet, calm daughter, always so level-headed and easy. You and Eddie weren't sure how she came from the two of you, she was so opposite from either one of you. She always loved music, loved when Eddie would teach her how to play guitar so you supposed that's what was to blame with the Mamma Mia! obsession. Still, it was a stark contrast from her very calm personality, the bright, dizzy colors of the movie and upbeat songs.
Wayne smirked, lines by his eyes crinkling deeply. "I think she'll be excited then." He motioned around. "Your lady went all out for this, didn't she?"
Eddie snorted. "Of course, she did." He grinned proudly, watching the staff put the blue and pink flowers in a disco ball vase. "She always goes all in for the girls' birthdays, you know that."
"Yeah, I do." Wayne nodded. "She's a good mama to 'em girls."
"She is." Eddie agreed fiercely, heart swelling at the thought of you. You were good at everything you did in life, but motherhood... it was like you were born to be a mother. Eddie was sure you were, so perfect in every way. He got emotional thinking about it, thinking about how good you were to the girls; to him.
"You're a good Daddy, too." Wayne clapped his hand, calloused and scarred from years and years of hard work. Hard work to provide for Eddie and himself. "They're lucky to have you too."
Eddie felt his throat constrict, jaw clenching to keep his emotions in. "Thank you." Eddie's head bobbled, looking over at the older man. "Sometimes I don't know what the hell I'm doing with them. Especially six."
Wayne laughed. "Six girls. I tell ya, I wasn't big into that karma shit, but after that, they made me a believer, boy." He cackled, clapping Eddie on the back firmly.
Eddie rolled his eyes, smirking lightly. He knew he was right, Wayne just didn't need to know that. He didn't need the older man knowing about how Persephone had went on her first date on New Years Eve and Eddie had a panic attack.
"You're good to 'em, Ed. All of 'em, their mama too, and you know it." Wayne said casually, flicking the cigarette into the ash tray by the waste bins.
Eddie nodded wordlessly. "Thank you." He swallowed thickly around the lump in his throat.
"Daddy!" Sienna's shrill voice cut through the bustling noise around her, through the yard and leaving Eddie cringing. "Mommy needs you!"
Eddie huffed, rolling his eyes over at Wayne. "Better go, boy." Wayne laughed. "'Fore I have to say I spoke too soon."
"What baby?" Eddie asked, heavy boots stomping up the stairs towards the house.
"Mommy said you have to come change that it's almost party time." Sienna reported, head lolling to the side, hands on her hips. Ten years old, and had enough sass to rival your worst attitude.
"I have to change?" Eddie asked, brows furrowed. He looked down at his outfit. He'd wore his nicest paired of ripped jeans, a band tee because it's a birthday party, for fucksake.
"Yes, Daddy." Sienna scoffed. "Mommy said we're all wearing outfits." She looked down at her own, flared metallic go-go leggings and a sequined, turquoise top. You'd smeared teal eyeshadow on her lids, glitter down her cheeks to really encapsulate the look. She looked adorable, but no way Eddie was wearing anything like that.
"Sienna! Where's my feathers?" Sicily huffed from the other room.
"Kensie had them!" Sienna pointed towards the stairs.
"Nuh-uh, she said you took them! The pink one was mine!" Sicily snapped.
"No, it isn't!" Sienna gaped at her twin. "Mama gave me the pink one and you the blue one!"
"Easy," Eddie held up his hands between the two. "Mama left them in the basement, ok? Don't make a mess, but go get the one you want." He nodded towards the basement door, climbing the stairs up towards his own bedroom.
"Baby?" Eddie called, ducking down the hall to listen for your voice.
"I'm in here." You hummed, cooing down at Vega, slipping the rather large bow headband over her curls. You swore you'd never be that mom with the exaggerated bows that were bigger than your baby's head, but... they looked so cute in them. And what better occasion for an obnoxiously large bow than an ABBA themed party?
"You are just the prettiest girl in the world, aren't you? Look at my little baby Vega." You cooed, tickling the little fat of her tummy that poked through her outfit. All the girls were dressed in coordinating go-go outfits, just like in the movie. You'd had them ordered for week, including one of your own.
Eddie smirked, looking at you hunched over the bed, body hugged tightly in the metallic stretchy material of your own outfit. Eddie wolf whistled at you, licking his bottom lip while he eyed you in your little teal outfit, tight and fun- like what you used to wear when you first met him, only this was more ridiculous.
"Look at you, sexy mama." Eddie grinned. "Think I might finally be getting the hype around this shit."
"Hey," You warned with a frown. "Don't even start, alright? I know you're a rockstar, but your baby likes Mamma Mia! and ABBA, so you're gonna be alright with that. Humor me for tonight, Munson."
"I'm just teasing, angel, you know that." Eddie rolled his eyes, walking over to you. He looked at you with wide eyes then back at Vega. "What have you done to my baby?"
You snorted. "Doesn't she look adorable?" You squealed down at her. "Just the prettiest little baby! Yes, you are!"
"Baby, she can't lift her head in that, that's too big." Eddie pointed to the bow.
You rolled your eyes, shoving him lightly. "Shut up, and go get dressed. Everyone's about to be here."
Eddie blinked at you. "What's wrong with what I have on?" He asked, motioning down to his outfit.
"Eddie, be serious, please. I don't have time today." You huffed with an eye roll. "I have your stuff in the closet."
"I am being serious." Eddie frowned. "I'm not wearing anything like that." He pointed to your outfit, shining and reflecting off the sun in the windows.
"Yes, you are." Your eyes narrowed in challenge, hoisting Vega up on your hip. "You can't wear that, Eddie, it doesn't match!" You threw an accusing hand out towards his outfit, pouting up at him.
Eddie huffed. He longed for the days when he could bend you over if you shrilled at him like that, fuck you until you didn't care what he wore. "Baby, it'll be fine."
Your eyes narrowed at him. "Please tell me you are not that fragile that you won't at least wear a white top and khakis to your daughter's party to fit the theme for her."
"Don't do that." Eddie snapped, finger pointing at you in warning. "Don't try to manipulate me and use Zarah. You want me to wear it, not her, and I don't even have khakis."
"So? Do it for me!" You shrilled, throwing your hands out. "And you have blue jeans, Ed, wear those!"
"Button? Is everything alright?" Tana's droning voice, nasally and posh came from down the hall.
You pinched the bridge of your nose. "I'm fine, be right down!" You called back. Vega sensed your distress, dropping her head onto your chest, face rubbing against the exposed skin on your chest and shoulder.
"At least change the shirt? Into something on theme?" You huffed, looking at him with rounded eyes, pleading.
"Something on theme? Like what, baby?" Eddie asked, softly and cooing.
"Something white or colorful at least?" You quipped a brow at him, hearing the doorbell sound with the arrival of guests. "Not black." You shut the bedroom door with a slam much harder than you meant to, leaving Eddie cringing at the sound of your wedged heels stomping down the stairs.
He opened his closet door, exhaling slowly out parted lips while his eyes scanned the sea of black clothes in front of him. He managed to find an old Iron Maiden shirt that was blue instead of black, slipping that on and hoping that would satisfy.
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Zarah was in her own form of paradise. The usual shy child, blushing and giggling while you walked her into her party, the crowd yelling a harmonious "happy birthday!" when she entered. Disco balls, teal, sequins, and everything Mediterranean and pretty all scattered your backyard and patio. The speakers played a mix of ABBA and Mamma Mia! on a loop, a large disco ball hanging in the center cascading rays of light and colors down on all the guest below.
"Happy birthday, Zar." Eddie smiled, hugging her tightly to his hip. She looked positively adorable, little snaggletoothed grin and one of each color of the feathered boas around her neck, big bedazzled sunglasses on her head.
"Thank you, Daddy." Zarah giggled, brown eyes that mirrored his own darting around the party, still clinging to his leg. She tilted her head back, hanging on his knee to look up at him.
"You look so cute, Zar-Zar." Eddie cooed, running a hand down her curls that were sticky with the glitter spray you'd coated them in. "Is this the party you wanted?"
"Yes." Zarah nodded, leaning far back to look at the dangling disco ball. "It looks just like Mamma Mia! does."
Eddie snorted lightly, cupping the back of her head gently to keep her from leaning back too far. The last thing he needed was her busting her head on the concrete slab. "Pop-Pop brought that from the movie, did you see it?" Eddie pointed to the little sign by the cake table. Zarah nodded. "Did you say thank you?"
Zarah hummed, nodding in response. She looked over at you, talking to your guest, smiling and chattering with that true Beverly Hills dazzling grin. "Why don't you like this kinda music?" She asked, little brows furrowing up at Eddie.
Eddie paused, looking from her to you. "What do you mean, sweetheart?"
Zarah twisted her lips in thought, face scrunching while she scanned the crowds. "Glammy said you weren't having fun because you don't like this kind of music. You only like loud music." She said plainly.
Eddie bit back his scowl, eyes narrowed in on your mother, dressed in white linens like she was going to the Hamptons. "Well, Glammy is wrong." Eddie sneered. "I like this music. I just... I don't listen to it as much as you do." He reassured, hands brushing down her little ringlets.
"Will you wear feathers then? Please?" Zarah asked, eyes rounded up at Eddie, soft and shining full of gentle hope, amber flecks catching in the rays of the Calabasas sun. Eddie could feel his heart swell, Wayne's echoing words from before. How could he deny her?
"Me and Mama and everyone has them on." Zahra said simply, tiny fingers running through the cheap feathers, sending a few shelling off to the ground. "Please?"
Eddie looked over at you, the white feather boa, that complimented your outfit, thrown casually over your shoulder. "Alright." Eddie nodded, crouching down to Zahra's level. "You pick the color."
Zahra bit back a grin, looking down at her own neck, decorated with all the different colors. She grinned mischievously up at him, a smile bitten back- she looked so much like you. "Pink?" She asked, eyes lit with excitement.
Eddie shrugged casually. "If that's what you want me to wear." He said, shoulders rolling like he wasn't scanning for any one with a camera. The press would have a field day. Eddie Munson, notorious rockstar bad boy, in a pink boa at an ABBA themed party. How times had changed.
Zahra giggled, pulling it off her neck, flinging it around Eddie's before her own arms followed in a tight hug. "Thank you, Daddy." She smiled.
"You're welcome, baby." Eddie hugged her back tightly. He'd wear a million pink feather boas if it meant she'd be happy. "Go play with your friends." He nodded towards the bounce house in the corner of the yard.
Zahra scampered off, flip-flops clacking against the bottom of her foot with every heavy stomp against the grass. Eddie stood, flinging the boa over his neck to mimic yours, sighing heavily while he looked around the crowd of people. His eyes caught yours, watching you stutter in movements before your face lit up.
You excused yourself, practically skipping over to Eddie. "Look at you." You cooed, pressing your manicured hands over your lips. Your wedding rings dazzled, huge and stunning in the sunshine. "You look so handsome. Pink is totally your color, babe. Time to ditch the black." You winked, teasingly at him.
Eddie scoffed, rolling his eyes lightly. "Glad you think so." He smirked, pulling you in by your waist softly. "The shit I do to make you girls happy." He shook his head at you.
You tilted your head, grinning at him. "Oh, please. You love it, you big mush."
"Yeah? You're right." Eddie shrugged. "Don't think I'm a mush."
"Total mush. The gig is up, I know you're a total softy now." You teased, wrapping your arms around his neck.
Eddie grinned back, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. "Oh yeah? Let's see if you still think that later, hm?" His hands moved to squeeze the fat of your ass through your tight turquoise pants.
You squealed, eyes cutting around to see if anyone saw. "You better behave, Mr. Munson." You pointed at him playfully. "Or I'll be punishing you."
Eddie grinned, laughing at you softly. "I look forward to it." He pecked your lips.
You hummed, running your hands down the boa, pulling it so it rubbed against the back of his neck. "Seriously, you look hot in this."
"Yeah? The feathers are doing it for ya?" Eddie laughed while you shrugged. "Good to know. Maybe I'll tie you up with them later."
You snorted, rolling your eyes, smacking his shoulder lightly. "Thank you." You said sincerely, eyes shining up at him.
Eddie looked over at Zarah then back at you, giving you a soft smile. He knew what you were thanking him for. Thanking him for being a good dad, for being good to his girls and good to you. Nearly twenty years together and he still made you swoon every single day.
You managed to wrangle all the girls together, plucking them from their separate activities, pushing them in front of the backdrop by the patio in front of the photographer.
"Ok, smile big my precious babies!" You cooed, clapping from behind the photographer, desperate to get Vega to look towards the camera.
Eddie sat in the middle, dimpled grin on his face, pink boa around his neck, holding Vega, who was more interested with the glasses on Eddie's eyes than your coos to distract her. Zarah in front of Eddie on his left, the twins on his right posing with the mics dramatically- they were so Eddie's children. Even Persephone and Kensington stood behind their dad, holding out their own boas in a fun pose.
The photographer managed to finally get one useable photo where they were all looking, eyes open, and smiling. You framed it, putting it next to your bedside for years and years to come. Your family, your whole heart in that frame, Eddie in dark clothes surrounded by his girls in coordinated turquoise and sparkles; and neither one of you would have it any other way.
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Authors Note: Part 4, I'm sorry about all your broken hearts and frustration at Joe, hopefully your opinions might change soon? Thank you so much for all the love I've had for this series! I'm absolutely obsessed with it and so glad I had that burst of inspiration on a random Tuesday morning 😘
OH AND THERE WILL BE A PART 5, WHICH WILL BE THE FINAL PART!!
Summary: You're marrying a man for an easy life, yet you're so in love with your best friend it hurts. What would happen if everything changed drastically between the two of you before you were due to be wed?
Under 18's DNI.
Warnings: Angst, smut, friends to lovers?
Word Count: 2.7k
Taglist: @kayleeelena97 @eddiemunson-mylove @itsfreakingbats @joeschains @choke-me-eddie @creoleguurl @almightywdm @xlilithb @shawnamae87 @mythicalea @aysheashea @chickennug90 @figmentofquinn @sidthedollface2 @tlclick73 @chrissy-mj-stan @evansgal
Part 1 ✨ Part 2 ✨ Part 3 ✨ Part 4 ✨ Part 5
You ran a few laps of the club, looking in every possible knuck and cranny in attempt to find Joe. It had only been 5 minutes since he'd escaped your grasp, but it felt like a lifetime of torment and it's true; it really was when you thought about it, purely from the ultimate punishment of being so in love with your best friend for the majority of your time of knowing one another. He had to know, he will know and you were determined and in of more a sane mind to go fourth and let him know. Surely if you'd of told him from the beginning, as soon as he followed you into the toilets about your feelings back, things would have gone differently, who were you kidding, you knew they would of.
After at least 10 minutes, you bumped into one of your friends that you'd left alone, she caught you in a hurry, grabbing you by the arms wondering what on earth it was you were in such a rush to move along for.
"I saw Joe, I need to find him." You yelled over the music, the beat pulsating through your body from the thumps of the melodies.
"Where is he now?" She looked unnerved herself.
"That's the thing, I've no idea."
"Have you been crying honey?"
"That doesn't matter, I just need to find him. Will you cover for me? Say I've gone home. I'm sorry to cut my own hen night short but I need to talk to him, it's urgent."
"Go ahead, I got your back." She shot you a smile, a brief hug was exchanged and you exited out of the club.
You tried calling him, his phone was off. Of course it was, at a time like this why in the world would his phone be on? Thoughts coursed through your head like the speed of light, vile thoughts that he'd done something to himself over the hurt or that he'd never speak to you again after this, you desperately needed to get everything out in the open, if it was to end after this, at least you'd know you had your answer and as hard as it may have sounded, you could try your best to get over him.
Whilst your brain got the better of you, you sped walk into the back of a guy walking in front of you.
"I'm sorry." You gasped.
He turned around, to your luck, wasn't a stranger at all, Joe's best friend Wesley turned around in a sudden state of shock, staring at you like a rabbit in headlights.
"Wes! Oh my god, have you seen Joe? I need to talk to him."
"Best you don't, he's in a state. You look like you're in a state. What's going on with you two? Aren't you-" he stared at your get up, the bride to be sash crinkled up nicely from when you were wrapped around Joe being attacked by his lips, a welcoming flashback indeed.
"On my hen night, yes. Speaking to him is more important right now, where is he?" Wes could tell you had a sense of urgency about you and deep down he looked like he knew something, as his eyes looked down to his feet you could tell he was contemplating on the situation, but it was the simplest of answers that you were being prolonged from knowing.
"Do you want to marry this person?" Ugh. That old chestnut.
"Is that important?" You sighed.
"If it's going to hurt my best mate then yes it's important." Why did he have to do this now.
"I can't promise a thing, just tell me where he is for fucks sake."
"He went to another girls house..."
Your heart smashed into pieces.
"I'm sorry, I must of not been listening, did you just say what I thought you said?" Your eyes welled up and you tried your best to ignore it, how could you be mad at him for that? For wanting the attention he so rightly deserved. Maybe it wasn't like that or maybe you were just delusional.
"I know he's going home, you can go wait for him there if you really need to talk to him."
"But that could be hours." You didn't really need to think about it, you'd wait forever if it meant telling Joe what you really felt.
"I'll wait with you if you like."
You pondered on his offer, you knew full well either Joe had told him the whole ordeal or that he'd put two and two together, he wasn't stupid, clearly he knew what was really going on.
"Ok." You took a silent stroll over to Joe's house, sitting on the porch and waited on him. You felt like you'd been sat for hours on end, making small talk with Wes about god knows what whilst you anticipated his return, your mind was elsewhere, trying to figure out exactly what you were going to say and how you were going to approach it; all guns blazing was not an option.
All of half an hour later or a lifetime as you would've described it, a taxi cab pulled up outside the house, the passenger door opened and out came Joe, thanking the driver and slamming it shut, on a mission to get back into his house and shut himself away clearly. He looked upset and you couldn't blame him, but he'd clearly used his booty call for a quick get away from all this bullshit.
Your eyes caught each other at the exact same moment, they flickered straight to Wes after who briefly nodded at him, his lips pressed into a straight line, feet slowing down and coming to a brief stop about a metre away from where you were perched.
"Why are you here?" His eyes kept on Wes, but you knew exactly who he was referring to.
"Waiting for you mate, she said she needed to talk to you and I waited with her." Wes stood up, patting you on the shoulder, a silent way of wishing you luck and walked over to Joe, giving him a slender hug before disappearing off into the night.
Joe's eyes fell back to the floor, he walked up onto the porch, unlocking the front door and holding it open, looking down to where your bum was still firmly placed on the step, his eyes fiery with the torment of you in his very presence.
"You coming in then?" He said calmly.
You nodded, your body engulphed with goose bumps from the chilly spring night, but you were boiling in respect of the anxiety which was coursing through your veins at this very moment. Standing up, you followed him in, closing the door behind you, standing like you were a told off child, your hands firmly intertwined together, knees weak from just the sight of the man you loved in front of you, leant against the wall, staring at you with intent.
"Wes told me you were with a girl."
Joe's eyes became wide, lips parted a little and he huffed a sigh, loud enough for you to feel his breath travel over to where you were stood. Waiting on an answer, you could see him watching you with eagle eyes, it really looked like he was considering lying to you, but you trusted him enough to respond right.
"What's it got to do with you?" He spoke in a harsh tone.
"It's got everything to do with what I'm about to say." You snapped back, not about to take the shit that came with it.
"Which means?"
"Did you fuck her?"
There was the sound of silence again, your heart palpitated with suspense, did you break out and run or do you wait?
Joe scoffed loudly, turning away and walking in the kitchen. You stay put for the minute, staring into thin air but eventually hear the sink running, walking on forward you find him leaning on the countertop, elbow secured and hand to his forehead, sipping on the glass of water that he poured himself.
"Are you going to answer my question or is this the part where I fuck off?"
"What if I say I did?"
"Then there's no need to talk." You scoffed back, a humiliating reaction to the one he gave you just a couple of minutes ago back in the hall way.
Joe turned back to you, sipping the water, making it apparent when you heard the slurp from the glass. You rush over and take the glass out of his hand, his movement delayed when he pulls away at the feel of nothing.
"Did. You. Fuck. Her." You say through gritted teeth.
"What. If. I. Did." You don't know why you did it, but your body took control of your entire mind and the water was thrown straight in the direction of Joe's face.
His hands clawed over his face in disgust, yet a slight sadness apparent to the aftermath of what you just did. It looked as though tears were streaming down his face but you weren't sure if they were just water droplets or tears of disgust in his own self.
He shook his head, showing the upmost remorse he possibly could.
"No. I didn't fuck her." Your mouth made a silent o shape as you placed the glass back to the countertop in fear of dropping it on the floor, keeping your firm grip around it just in case things escalated further.
"You didn't fuck her?" He just answered your question, your head is screaming why the fuck did you just say that out loud.
Joe rolled his eyes which immediately had your blood boiling once again. "Well I went to but, I couldn't."
"Well you could've but-" You were interrupted suddenly by his next response.
"But what? She's not you."
"And he's not you." You whispered sheepishly.
Joe took a step forward to you, not watching where he was placing his hand but full of intent where he was going, his fingers briefly touched the other half of the glass you weren't holding, the tips brushing against your knuckles but instead of grasping your hand straight away he moves the glass from your reach, your peripheral vision catches the sights of his hand coming over to turn yours over, holding onto it as tightly as he can.
"Say that again." Joe screeched in an even lower tone.
You closed the space between you, your bodies almost becoming one. Reaching up onto your tip toes, you take a seductive tone. "He's... Not... You."
In the blink of an eye, your lips collided together, the place where your hands once sat were now feeling the material of each others clothing. Joe pushed you back against the wall, holding you in place so you couldn't move, it was the most alluring yet dangerous act you'd committed together yet.
Joe stepped back taking a hungry look at you, with one lick of his lips and giving you the come to bed eyes, your eyes followed the pattern of his hands that lead to your dress, with the strength and frustration that followed, he tore it from the chest down.
"You're so fucking beautiful princess."
"Say it again."
The dress falls down to your feet quicker than you could've anticipated, his mouth quivering in a smirk at your mimicking, leaning toward your ear, the only word he utters back is princess.
Your neck was suddenly mauled by his mouth, little nibbles here and there and his muscle working your skin, tasting the scent that he'd longed to taste since that one night when you were teenagers. Yet although you'd done all this before, given yourselves to each other it felt like the first all in the same breath.
You were lifted up by surprise, a tiny whimper leapt out of you, a similar position to when you were held up in the bathroom in the club, you unbuttoned his shirt in almost slow motion whilst he carried you up the stairs, the top half of his clothing discarded on the top step, just like you were now that you'd found yourself being almost thrown down a top his bed.
Joe kissed each part of your body like it was a drug to him, making sure he left no skin left untouched. A starved animal that craved every single part of you. Pulling you back up, he unclasped your bra, sweeping it over his shoulder, attacking your chest, sucking on each nipple in turn. Your hands spread around his curls, clutching them in your grip.
"Joe. I need you. Joey please."
"Let me have this moment just a little bit longer princess, I need you, but I need this time to appreciate your body."
"What if I beg?"
"I'm listening." The most flirtatious voice you'd ever heard.
"Trust me. We'll have all the time in the world, please just give me what I want."
"And what do you want?" He sighed, palming his hand over his trousers, a borderline pornographic groan escaping his lips.
"Fuck me."
"Your wish is my command." It truly didn't take him much convincing, it was obvious from the erection that was straining to get out.
You got into position, spreading your legs, laid on your back at the edge of the bed, bracing yourself when you saw his cock spring free, tiny spouts of pre-cum dotted all over the tip. He pushed slowly inside of you, stretching your walls finally, a breath of relief came from the both of you in unison as he started to move.
"Oh fuck." The profanity had never sounded more beautiful as you squirmed underneath him in pure ecstasy, your cunt clenching around him.
"Harder." You cried out, his hips rutting into yours, balls slapping, the smell of sex filling the room.
"You're mine." Joe leaned down biting onto your lip but you couldn't even get the response you wanted to out of your mouth.
"You're all mine." Hovering above you his fist gripped at your throat, not enough to hurt you but enough to get the message across.
The knot in your stomach came at full force, an orgasm near on the brink.
"You're so god damn tight princess, holy shit, you gonna cum for me yeah, give you what he never could?"
Something about what he just said made your back arch and his thrusts become erratic, your slick covered his length, dripping out and coating his balls with the contents he'd helped you create.
"Fuck I'm gonna cum." The gasp that burst from his vocal chords was erotic, a feeling that you couldn't recreate twice. He almost gave way and crushed you, his hands now squeezing into the sheets beside your head. Breathless, begging for oxygen, he pulled out and fell to your side, unable to find the words that were left unspoken.
The deed was done.
"It's over." You whispered.
Joe tilted his head toward you.
"What?"
"With him. I'm going to end it."
"Wait you're serious?" Forgetting the mess you'd made, the conversation had turned full force, his arm came over your stomach in an attempt to comfort you, but you needed to confess, you needed to get the truth out once and for all.
"How can I be with someone I don't love and don't want to be with, when there's always been someone else." Your breath hitched at the words coming out loud, becoming reality.
Joe gulped his own saliva back. "Of course."
"It's you, it's always been you."
"Then it's us princess, I can't bear the thought of a world without you."
"Promise me we can get through this." Joe reached for your hand, placing it to his heart.
"I promise." That was all you needed to hear.
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I'm in control sir - Joe Keery x Fem!Reader
➻wc. 3.2k
➻Warnings 18+: Clothes ripping, knife kink, edging kink (kind of) , Sir Kink, handcuffs. Creampies, female orgasm. Mouth gag.
➻Tagged: @sweet-villain @eddiemunsons-missingnipple @harrys-four-nipples @urlbitchin @joejoequinnquinn @oo0lady-mad0oo @eddiemunsonwillbethedeathofme @corneliuswatkins
I wrote this with the help of @2-manyfandoms21 & is based off THIS
Joe had always been adventurous in bed, he had grown quite the reputation. Not just because of his size.
You knew who he was, your friends were obsessed with his acting. You didn’t see what all the fuss was about.
He frequently visited the club you worked at, your friends would sit at the bar and giggle. Pretending that they were here for you but you knew they weren’t.
His crowd would over tip and reserve the VIP section at the back, one night your manager instructed that you be their waitress for the night. Groaning, you walk over and stand furthest away from their table.
“What can i get for you guys?” Your voice was bored and dry, tapping your foot impatiently as you looked at them emotionless.
The group began listing off their drinks, watching as you scribbled quickly on your notepad.
“Oh you’re quick at that, I wonder what else you’d be quick at” one of the guys jeered, elbowing his friend and laughing loudly.
You fake laughed and rolled your eyes, as you walked away to retrieve their drinks. You heard Joe speak firmly to them.
“Yo, don’t speak to her like that. She’s just doing her job and so just respect her man” he sounded irritated but spoke firmly.
They muttered something that you couldn’t hear, smiling to yourself as you began preparing their drinks.
Focusing on the list in front of you, you didn’t notice that a tall figure was standing at the bar until they stood in the light covering your list. Annoyingly you sighed and began to look up with an attitude when you locked eyes with him.
“Hey, I just wanted to apologise for my friend over there. I’m just glad he didn’t say anything worse, it was disrespectful and I’m sorry” he smiled at you softly, his hand sliding across to touch yours across the bar.
“Ahah, well thank you but I’m used to it” you brushed him off, your stomach fluttering unable to take your eyes off him.
Shaking off those feelings, you realised that he probably said it to all the girls and slid your hand away from him. Turning around to make their drinks, the barstool clattered from the weight of someone sitting down.
As you carried the drinks to the tray, you jumped in shock as he was sat observing you. Smiling nervously, you watched him slid his hand under the tray and began to walk back to the table.
Unable to mutter a word, you stood in amazement as he began to walk back. Allowing you to place the other drinks on the tray.
“You know, you shouldn’t have taken the tray off me” you hissed, slamming the drinks down onto the tray in front of him.
“Oh yeah? Is there anything else I’m not allowed to do?” He smirked, leaning forwards and whispering close to you.
You shuddered, as your eyes locked with his you grew more curious of him. Opening your mouth to speak, you were interrupted by your friends who were squealing at the sight of Joe.
His eyes lingered on you for a moment longer before moving away of the bar, winking at you as he wondered over to your friends. They were frantically grasping for any thing that resembled a piece of paper.
Laughing as you poured the rest of his drinks onto the tray, lifting it above your head and walked past him. His eyes drifted onto your body, knocking his signature off the piece of paper. Your friend growled with jealously as they followed his gaze, you were bending over the table as you placed their drinks on the table.
Walking back to the bar, you smirked at him before disappearing into the back. When you returned he had moved his position at the table to face you, your friends were sat crowding the lower end of the bar.
''He keeps looking this way'' your friend giggled, hiding their face as they turned to gaze at Joe.
You smirked to yourself, knowing that he was only looking at you. The whole night flew by, you personally waited Joe's table. As you stood and took their orders, his hands would lightly brush against yours.
He wasn't drinking as much as his friends, mainly ordering soft drinks.
As you began to tidy up from the rush of the crowd, your friends still excitedly chatting about Joe. There was a sudden squeal of noise as a figure hovered over the bar, leaning towards you. Lifting your head up to look, you blushed instantly.
''Can I help you sir?'' you smirked,
''Oh you definitely can, if you call me that again'' he smirked, his eyes full of lust and trouble. His chains dangling around his neck with his white shirt touching the bar.
Your cheeks flushed red as his eyes traced your face, reaching further until your lips met. He pecked your lips softly and removed himself from the bar, winking at your friends and mumbling “ladies” before returning to his seat.
Flustered in shock you moved away from the bar, picking up some new stock and disappearing into the back. As you struggled to reach the top shelf, the door behind swung open.
Someone hovered behind you, their arms reaching above you as they lifted the box up to the top shelf for you. Toppling backwards into their torso, you noticed their white sleeves.
“Urr, you’re not allowed in here” you stumbled on your words as you looked up at him, he was smirking at you once more.
You suddenly felt so pathetic, your friends had drooled over this man for a while but you never saw the attraction. Until he was stood in front of you, grasping your cheeks with two hands and kissing you.
His lips were soft and plump, his tongue edging to be inside your mouth. Making you melt at his touch, kissing him harder as if your life depended on it.
A soft moan escaped your mouth, startling you apart. Your cheeks were burning red, touching your lips with his fingers as you sheepishly looked at him.
“I think I should go” you mumbled, taking one last look at him before disappearing through the double doors.
He reappeared a few moments after you, keeping your head down you pretended to clean a ‘dirty’ spot on the bar.
Your friends muttered to themselves as their eyes followed the room Joe just came out off, their eyes raised at you with a smirk.
“I know where you just were” your friend sneered, leaning over the bar towards you.
“Me? Yeah I was in the back room taking stock” you blushed, the thoughts ‘deny it, deny it deny it” floated around in your head.
“Oh yeah? With Joseph?” She smirked at you, scanning your face for answers.
“Joseph?” You questioned, turning around to face the alcohol bottles. Mumbling “fuck” under your breath.
Your friend rolled their eyes and resumed their conversation with the group, knowing that you wouldn’t admit it.
The night settled down, your friends rushed over to Joe’s group. They were all as drunk as each other, as you tidied the bar and closed it up. You noticed that he was sat on one of the bar stools, sipping the remainder of his drink.
“What are you doing after this?” He broke the silence, his eyes focusing on you and his lips pursed around the straw.
“Me? Uh, nothing probably going to go home and order a Chinese. You?” You steadied your nerves, biting your cheek to stop smirking.
You heard him hum to himself and slide his glass towards you, the bar stool grated against the floor and you heard him walk away.
Feeling slightly disappointed that he didn’t put up a fight, you watched him pull one of his friends aside and they began whispering. Within seconds, that friend was leading both groups out of the bar. Your friends waved at you happily before they disappeared outside.
Leaving you and Joe alone in the dimly lit bar.
“So, how are you getting home tonight darling?” His arms leaning either side of the bar as he watched you clean up.
“Oh, I was probably going to get the bus and then train” you smiled at him, sorting the last little bit left.
“Hmm, well I could drive you” he dangled his keys in your eye line and winked.
“You’d drive me?” Your eyebrows raised, laughing softly at him. Unsure if he was joking or not.
“Yeah, why not.” He was edging closer to you as you swung the bar top down and turned off the lights.
His hands touched your face first, feeling your hair as his lips met yours. Pushing you against the wall, your lips moved softly with his. Gasping as his body brushed up to yours, feeling powerless in a good way as he flexed his muscles, your arms tightly around them.
He kissed you until your lips were sore and your thighs were drenched.
“So? All I’ll do is drive you home, I want to know you’re safe” he grinned at you, leaning in to kiss you once more.
“Fine” you sighed, smirking as you led him outside in the car park.
He wondered to his white car as you locked the bar up and left the keys in the safe. You watched as he started the car, his arm resting on the passenger seat as he stared out the back window.
Somehow he looked stupidly attractive as he turned the car around so that the passenger side faced you. Rolling the window down, he smirked at you. Those black sunglasses tilted as he watched you walked towards the car.
“Right, so where we going then darling” he smirked, leaning over to kiss you before speeding off.
You hadn’t realised how confident he was, but then you remembered his reputation. Biting your cheek to avoid falling for his antics, he probably offered every girl a lift home as a pick up line.
He sped through the dark and dimly lit streets, you had told him your address just after he sped off. His radio was playing into the car, making you giggle from the speed.
Watching the night life speed past you, not noticing that he stole a few glances at you.
He arrived outside your apartment, turning to face you with a smile.
Cursing yourself for wanting to ask him but as you leant forward and smelt his cologne. You couldn’t help yourself.
“So? You fancy coming inside?” Mentally cursing yourself as the words fell out your mouth.
You watched as he smiled at you, secretly hoping that you would ask him.
“I never thought you’d ask” he laughed to himself, watching you roll your eyes at him.
Following you inside, his eyes looked around at your humble abode. Picking up your random ornaments and smiling at them as you poured you both a drink.
He took his seat on one of your sofas, bouncing himself to get comfortable as you walked into the room with your drinks. He patted a placed next to him with a smile, you waited for a moment.
Walking over to your vinyl player and placed a soft record on the deck, the music filled the room as you sat next to Joe.
Your nerves flushed through you as you sat close to him on your sofa. The ice in his drink clunked together with every sip, you melted into the sofa. His arm was resting above you, your faces were close together you can almost feel his breath on your skin.
Placing your drink down on the table, you opened your mouth to talk but you were stopped by his lips on yours. As he kissed you, his hands slid down your body pulling you onto his lap.
“I’ve thought you every time I came in to drink” he mumbled against your lips, tugging down on your bottom lip hard.
You blushed, slowly grinding yourself against his lap. Your nerves had disappeared, feeling a surge of power over him.
“You, thought about me? Huh?” You whispered, grinding harder with every word.
“Oh yeah, I was nervous to speak to you. You’re so pretty” He groaned, tipping his head back as your lips kissed his neck.
The bulge in his pants was pushing against you, growing bigger and bigger by the second.
“Don’t you say this to all the girls though?” You stopped for a second, pulling him out of his trance.
“I say some things to girls yes, but I haven’t dreamt about them like I have with you” he mumbled, his cheeks flushing red from embarrassment.
“That’s interesting to know” you smirked, standing up and motioning your finger for him to follow you.
Leading him into the bed, the music still played softly through the apartment. Pushing him roughly onto the bed, his eyes followed you as you dug under the bed. Pulling out a red box, inside were sex toys and items.
You dangled your red hand cuffs in front of him, motioning him to move up the bed. Your hands loosely took off his shirt, exposing his chest as he obeyed and let you chain him up.
“Good boy” you whispered in his ear, watching him buck his hips excitedly.
Leaving him on the bed for a second, before pulling out a small knife and waving it in his direction. Smirking, as you trail it down his body, watching him shiver as it weaved between his chest hairs until it reached the button of his jeans.
Placing the knife tip under the button and tugging it until it flew off into the room, giggling to yourself as he groaned and moved violently against the bed.
''See, naughty boys like you... Sir... don't get to speak'' you winked at him as you pulled out a piece of silk material and walked closer to him.
Whispering in his ear to choose a safe word, before placing it in his mouth. Thinking about the word he chose, 'walnuts' you shrugged and regained your position.
Your knife sliding down his jean zip and ripping the material off him, watching him struggle to shout in protest.
''I'm sure, that someone like you Sir. Would be able to afford new jeans, wouldn't now?'' you smirked and continued to rip away the material until it exposed his skin.
Your lips sucked hard on his thigh skin, leaving red marks. Trailing the knife over his skin, edging closer to his boxers. The jeans were ripped in the middle to expose his hard cock underneath his boxers, grinning you rubbed the knife over his cock.
He twitched with pleasure as the cool metal material felt nice against his hot throbbing cock, there was a wet patch near his tip. Pre cum had leaked out possibly in fear and in excitment. You rubbed the precum deeper into the material before lifting the waistband up with the knife and letting it smack down onto his skin.
Hearing him whimper in pain, you leant forward and kissed his bulge and waistband. His hips grinding against your face, dying for attention.
“Oh you poor thing, you really want me to touch you don’t you?” You teased, slapping the knife down onto his cock and watching him tremble.
He nods quickly, moaning into the silk material. You smile and place the knife down for a second, taking off your clothes until you stand in your underwear in front of him.
His eyes widen at the sight of you, bringing the knife to your skin. You let him watch as your body shivers at the sensation, moving closer and closer to him until you are straddling him once more.
Your hands tightly around his waistband, tugging them down so that his big cock hits your clit. You moan at the feeling, grinding against his cock desperately.
Moving your underwear aside, leaning forward and pulling the material out of his mouth.
“I want to hear you moan as I fuck you” you gasp, sliding down onto his cock.
Feeling it fill your dripping cunt, your hands move between his chest hairs as you begin to rock back and forth. His moans begin quietly before they echo into the room, smirking at him as his eyes tighten shut.
“Oh god, sir. Your big cock is filling up this little cunt, tell me about the dreams you have” you moan, quicking your pace.
“Well—oh fuck, i had a dream that I fucked you. Filled up your cunt with my cum” he groaned loudly.
You wondered how long he could last, his body was twitching with every movement. Overstimulated as his tip hit your soft spot.
“Are you going to relive that dream, sir?” You bit your lip as your clit hit his pelvic bone.
Twitching against his skin, as he began to thrust underneath you. Hit your soft spot, making it harder for you to maintain control. Collapsing onto his chest and letting him thrust inside you as your body shook.
Your moans turning into loud gasps, your fingernails gripping onto his skin as your cunt got wetter and wetter.
“Fuck, sir… you’re going to make me cum soon” you whined loudly.
He groaned into your neck, his chains rattling against the bed.
“Cum for me little one, cum on sir’s cock” he grunted, watching you whimper as you felt yourself relax.
Your body trembling as you came, he continued to thrust through your orgasm. Coating his cock with your cum, gasping hard into his neck.
“Oh fuck, you’ve drenched sir’s cock” he whines, edging closer to his own orgasm.
“You going to cum in me sir? Fill this pretty cunt with your cum? I need you too sir” you whined, your words getting him closer and closer.
Until you felt his body twitch, he groaned loudly before thrusting his hot load inside you.
“Turn around, I want to watch it seep out of you onto sir’s cock” he groaned, lifting you up off his cock.
You do as your told turning around, feeling him spread your cheeks apart and feeling the cum drop onto his cock. Until there was very little left inside you.
Reaching over, you picked up the key on your bedside table and unlocked the chains. He sighed with relief, the red marks on his wrists ached.
“I’m sorry about your jeans, I can always buy you more” you giggled, placing the sex toys back in their box.
“It’s okay darling, it was worth it. That was probably the best sex I’ve ever had” he laughed breathlessly.
You pointed to his jeans indicating that you should take them off, he shrugged but didn’t stop you as you peeled them off him. Sighing with relief as his legs were free, his boxers coming down with them.
He motioned his finger for you to join him on the bed, smiling you followed him. His arms felt safe and strong, closing your eyes as he kissed the top of your head.
“You know, I could get used to doing that again” you mumbled, your eyes feeling heavy as you listened to his heart.
You didn’t think that you would have ended up having the hottest sex ever with Joe Keery and you weren’t going to rush to tell your friends about it.
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