#alive!eddiemunson

[zaraquinn]

never in a million years

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word count: 1679

female!reader x eddie munson

requested by: anon

author’s notes & additional notes: ayo sorry for this taking so long—I was on vacation while writing this so forgive me =] yes I too, needed this godforsaken medical bandage of alive!eddie fics because goddamn did it hurt when they unalived him on the show :’( lastly, I kinda took what I wrote for my first eddie fic, and changed it up a bit, so think of this as a better, happier ending. the same concept with the last one: eddie asks out reader on a date when life goes back to some semblance of normal and the reader says yes! if you want to see/read that, i’ll add the link to it in the end of this post along with my masterlist and my stranger things request post too!

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The swarm of demo bats soon flailed into the sky and disappeared as quick as they came, seeming to have been called towards the opposite direction of the Creel house. The two called out for Eddie in the open darkness, seeing a body lying on the floor; almost too still. “Eddie!” Y/N’s voice echoed as she pointed and helped Dustin towards him.

Dustin was on one side of Eddie while Y/N kneeled on the other. They both helped bring Eddie onto Y/N’s lap, as she kneeled to get him slightly off the hard ground. Eddie grabbed onto Y/N arms as Dustin held his hand on his other side. “Oh God, Eddie,” Y/N said, voice breaking and tears already falling onto the floor. “That bad huh?” Eddie said, barely choking out his words. Covered in blood, the two held onto him as Dustin’s words rushed out of his mouth. “No, no, you’re fine. We just need to get you to a hospital.” “Dustin stop moving him.” The two clamours as Eddie now lays on both Y/N and Dustin. He looks up at the two; Dustin holding his head up by supporting his arm while Y/N had a hand on his cheek and the other intertwining their hands tightly. Eddie’s expression, like he is still holding in his pain to not showcase he’s hurt, smiles in the foreground. But the tears and the hurt in his voice tell a different story.

“I didn’t run away this time right?” He says, no—he asks. He asks like it was all a dream. Like he just stood there and conjured up that he did run away like the coward that he is. But he didn’t. He looks up at Y/N, wanting her confirmation through watery eyes. “No. No, no, no, Baby. You didn’t run. You stayed, Baby, You stayed Eddie.” He smiles through the pain at her words, bringing their laced hands to his mouth, and giving them one last kiss before landing it on his chest and bringing Y/N closer. He turns to Dustin, his other hand now reaching to grab his collar. “You’re gonna have to look over those little sheep for me, okay?” He says, voice breaking through the pain.

“No! You’re gonna do that yourself.” “Nah, man. Say “I’m gonna look after them. Look after Y/N.” his voice grows softer, lighter even. Shakier than before. At the mention of Y/N, he looks at her once more, his face grows more gentle. A tear runs down Y/N’s face and lands on Eddie’s cheek as she looks down at him, holding back her sobs with her lip between her teeth. “Say it.”

“I’m gonna…I’m gonna look after them—look after Y/N.” Dustin chokes out through sobs. “Just, imagine, graduating.” He barely gets through his words. “I think it’s my year guys. I think it’s finally my year.” His gaze switches from the both of them, they a choked smile and tears dripping from the corners of his eyes, he smiles. His grip suddenly loosens as he lets himself take a breath, closing his eyes.

“Shit, shit, shit!” Quickly, Y/N’s fingers make their way to his neck. A small, yet faint pulse, beating onto her fingers is present, and Y/N is up in a flash, struggling to get Eddie up. She grabs his arm and wraps it around her shoulders. “Dustin, help me now!” She exclaimed, and without question, Dustin did as he was told. The two were able to get back to the trailer, and Dustin hatched a plan to get back to the regular world. Throwing the dirty mattress in Eddie’s trailer upside down through the ceiling portal, it landed perfectly for them to use as a landing pad as the other was pushed aside. With pure force and adrenaline, the two were able to get Eddie back to the real world, and his weak grunt when he met the mattress below made Dustin and Y/N’s hearts calm for a moment.

Dustin followed first and then lastly, Y/N. “Now, go find anything we can use to help Eddie in the bathroom; a first aid kit, towels, anything!” “Okay!” Dustin ran as fast as he could into the trailer bathroom—rummaging noises erupted in the bathroom as Dustin raided the cupboards.

She holds Eddie in his arms, checking his pulse as she feels it grow weaker by the minute. She readjusts him on her lap and closes her eyes to concentrate. She takes a breath and the noises around her; Dustin rummaging, the humming of the lightbulbs around the place, the noises the portal above her was making, she all tuned it out as Y/N held out her left hand towards Eddie and his bleeding wounds.

Her fingers shook and bent ever so slightly as she could feel the pain from Eddie’s body start to transfer onto her. His physical wounds and bleeding scars start to heal on their own—sealing themselves to stop the intense bleeding as well as repairing the skin on top. Bigger wounds closed up but still managed to bleed through, like small paper cuts that still carried blood. Y/N was struggling to keep going; the pain growing too much to stand. The pain, turning unbearable not only was felt inside her body but appeared on her physical body. She could feel small scars dance around her skin where they were once gaping bites on Eddie’s body. It was all transferring onto her. She was healing him.

She knew this was it; this was her limit. Y/N always stopped here at her threshold of pain when it became too much. She wanted to stop, hell, she wanted to let go. The pain was becoming eternal. No. She had to keep going. Had to push beyond her limits for Eddie. For her love. Her nose started to draw blood more and more, and the lights in the trailer park once again started to flicker faster. She couldn’t hold it in any longer and started to scream from the pain that seared her body. Hot flashes from her body prickled down her arms, nose and body, and she can feel her skin start to open and mimic what used to be on Eddie’s body in small increments.

Once the lights started to flicker, Dustin ran out of the bathroom with everything he could find in his arms. The worst he thought had happened, but no. It was Y/N, screaming—using her powers on Eddie’s body that was looking less and less dead. She was saving him, but he didn’t know how long she could bear the pain. Dustin was always so cautious about her powers compared to El’s as it had the opposite effect of hurting others. Rushing to Y/N, his calls of her name fell on deaf ears as she closed her eyes and screamed; her powers pushing through her veins as all the lightbulbs in the trailer popped from how much energy she was using. “Y/N!!!!” Screamed Dustin as his ears rang. And that was the last thing Y/N heard before everything went black.

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“Guys! She’s awake!” The RV started to slow into a small stop as Steve put the car in park as everyone gathered at the back of the RV.

Y/N stirred; fluttering her eyes as she first saw Eddie at her side—holding her right hand as Dustin held her left. Nancy, Robin and Steve towered over her with a relieved smile and Erica, Max and Lucas sighed with relief on either side. “Holy shit! I can’t believe you’re alive! I-I mean that’s a good thing! I was hoping you’d wake up before we made it back and—” “Robin.” Both Steve and Nancy said simultaneously, also poking Robin on both shoulders. “Sorry.” Robin softly followed. “We should give them some space guys,” Max announced to the group as everyone let go of a heavy breath of relief, and gave Eddie and Y/N space in the RV. One by one they all left, Max leading Lucas and Erica, Nancy and Steve leading away with Robin, and Dustin leaving on his own; giving Eddie an acknowledging nod and Y/N a soft squeeze on her hand before joining Max, Lucas and Erica.

Eddie had a bunch of bandaids and bandage wraps around his body and arms. His left hand held an ice pack on a growing bruise on his cheek and switched it towards Y/N’s forehead. She smiled softly, tired eyes still lulling her to sleep as she let out a sigh from the cool relief the ice pack gave her head. “I saw what you did back there with Dustin. You could’ve left me—you almost died, Y/N.” Y/N smiled. “But I didn’t. And I saved you.” She said, reaching her free hand to cup Eddie’s bruised cheek. Nuzzling in her touch, Eddie’s eyes grew wide at Y/N. “Never in a million years, I would have thought that the lovely Y/N L/N would have saved me, Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson from death.” His fingers, decorated with rings also touched and gently laid on Y/N's hand. “You think I’m lovely?” She asked, some playful tone in her voice. “I think I’m in love with you.”

Silence met the air between them as she saw Eddie’s small smile shy away from her gaze. A blush brushes against his cheeks, staining a pink haze over his pale skin and beyond his bruised cheek. Y/N’s heart fluttered. She took a breath and smiled. “And I love you too, Eddie Munson.” Her thumb gently travelled to Eddie's lips, stroking them with the softest part of her thumb. All he had done was smile, before closing the gap between them and leaning in to feel the dreamy feeling of Y/N's soft lips against his. His lovely lifesaver, Y/N.

After departing the kiss, they smiled sheepishly; releasing a chuckle between them. “I got the perfect first date for the most perfect girl I know.” He said, returning his hand on her forehead with the ice pack, as well as using his other hand to brush her hair behind her ear. “Thank you.” He said with that golden smile.

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! stranger things request post !

• masterlist •

< previous eddie x reader post: “do i look like a hero?” >

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[kassy-munson]

To this day, I still find it oddly suspicious that this video got deleted… And don’t get me started on that art print made by Butcher Billy… WHAT DOES THIS ALL MEAN?!? (yes, im bringing this back)

#joseph quinn #joe quinn #joseph anthony francis quinn #stranger things #eddie munson #joseph quinn stranger things #joe keery #eddie munson is alive #joseph quinn eddie munson #eddie munson stranger things #stranger things eddie #eddie munson fandom #eddiemunson #eddie stranger things #eddie my beloved #steddie fandom #steddie stranger things #joseph quinn characters #stranger things eddie munson #chocolate button eyes #Youtube #stranger things fandom #joseph quinn fandom

[exilynn]

• Obscenidade no Quarto / chuveiro REALÍSTICO (capítulo 29 🔞 Edds x Lyn! Fem OC (Mestre do meu coração, no Wattpad (tigersnoona)

nota: bem, eu me esforcei nesses conteúdos, eles são reconfortantes.

(!desculpe pelo barulho, bom... passei umas duas noites editando) Estava tentando tirar o barulho, e acabei tirando a voz inteira.

Editar: Não gosto de usar IA para clonar minha voz em cenas quentes porque faltam as emoções que quero que o leitor veja/sinta. Então, editei novamente usando minha própria voz, e agora está fofo e selvagem também.

Mas estou com vergonha de ter feito um ASMR quase obsceno haha, eu juro👀. Talvez eu pudesse ter talento para cinema, só brincando

🖤Por favor, não me peça o áudio sem a voz da menina, estou aqui para divulgar minha estória, ok?

A edição não ficou tão boa, mas... adorei!

Mas eu adoro a música de fundo, no livro, Edds tem um headcanon a ver com sua mãe apresentando o Depeche Mode. Ele ambém gostou do fato de a banda ser uma das favoritas de Lyn o tempo todo.

A música 'Here Is The House' é do álbum Black Celebration (Deluxe) lançado em 86, estou tão apaixonada por eles

Pois bem, a faixa tem um dos melhores instrumentais do álbum. Nos minutos finais da música, efeitos de eco e outras vozes são usados ​​cantando e cantarolando junto. A música é uma melodia erótica, Louvor

Espero que gostem, se gostarem, rebloguem, apertem o coração (♥️) e leiam MEU LIVRO

A faixa está na playlist da minha história também!

#masterofmyheart #mestredomeucoração #eddie munson fanart #eddie munson #fanfic wattpad #eddie munson fics #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fandom #eddiemunson x fem!oc #eddie munson smut #st fic #wattpad story #stedit #eddie munson audio #eddie munson au #eddie fanfic #eddie fic #eddie fluff #god he's so hot #eddie is alive #eddie munson edits #my edit #eddie munson edit #eddlyn #joseph quinn smut #eddie munson headcanons #sexy content #intimate #passion

[cassiesdad-blog]

🦇VAMPIRE!EDDIE🦇

GUYS PLEASE TAKE FIVE SECONDS OUT OF YOUR DAY TO WATCH THIS

#FUCK #IM SO WET #eddie munson #st4 #stranger things #eddie munson smut #eddie stranger things #eddiemunson #smut #st4 vol2 #eddie smut #vampire!eddie #HOT #sexiest man alive #actually maybe not so alive

[hellfirehope]

Dustin needs a sibling

Stranger things oneshot

Eddie Munson x reader (romantic) many main characters x reader (platonic, support system)

Warnings: nothing too serious, Eddie lives, mentions of a terrorized Hawkins, mentions of bullying, and romantic content (no smut), swearing, just the fluffiest shit- you’re literally got the very best friends 😭

My heart just melts every time I think of all my babies together so I wrote this as a little comfort piece for my broken heart! It is fluff with a capital f, guaranteed to give you cavities. Hope you’ve been to the dentist lately 🥹

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It was the perfect day for a party, not too humid, and a heavenly breeze had filled the air. The Byers front and back yard had been transformed into a lovely space. There were lights (cmon it’s Joyce), green and gold decorations, everything you could have imagined. Jonathan was DJ’ing, currently playing The boys of summer by Don Henley.

“When are you giving me a niece or nephew?” Dustin asked Eddie innocently.

Eddie full on snorted, doubling over in a fit of laughter until he realized Dustin was actually waiting on an answer.

This child…

“WHAT are you talking about?” Eddie asked incredulously.

He was referring to you and Eddie’s steady relationship of three years. You had met your sophomore year, when you had transferred from out of state. You were the epitome of the new girl cliche- starting in the middle of the semester. Your cute- but grungey-personality wasn’t cheer-captain material, and you chose to keep to yourself to avoid the mocking and watching. High school was like the jungle.

Eddie had approached you outside one day while you were drawing, Walkman pressed to your ears. Eddie wanted to get your attention, but he knew he would probably frighten you in your distracted state. He chose to admire you from a few feet away, loving the way you concentrated so hard on your sketching.

He noticed right away that you were new. He would have remembered even catching a glimpse of you in the hallway. Hawkins was a fairly large school, but you were by far the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. After he finally worked up the courage to tap on your shoulder, you jumped so high out of the bench that you knocked Eddie over and fell on the ground in his lap. You’d been inseparable ever since.

“What is wrong with you, Henderson? We’re 19, I live in a trailer park, and let’s not forget we just graduated high school like two seconds ago.” Eddie quipped.

It was true, you both were newly graduated. In fact, you were at your joint graduation party right now. It was also Robin’s, since she was in the same year. The Byers house had been chosen to host with insistence from Joyce. She knew you, Eddie, and Robin didn’t have much of a support system outside of the guests at the party. So she did her best to make everything perfect.

“Plus,” Eddie continued playfully, “I don’t think you’re uncle material”

Dustin, dramatic as always, turned away from Eddie. “Ohh, I see how it is. And I’m sure Steve would be a great option…” he glowered.

Eddie, who could win awards for teasing, backpedaled when he noticed that Dustin looked authentically hurt.

“They would be more your sibling than niece or nephew, sport.” Eddie ruffled Dustin’s curly- hair.

Dustin chortled. “And how do you figure that?”

“We’ll you know. Me and Steve are like your dads.” Eddie knew he should have felt disgust and embarrassment in the sappy turn the conversation had taken (with his prompting), but he had a soft spot for Dustin.

Steve had joined the two when he heard his name (freakin golden retriever) and immediately agreed with Eddie.

“Aw, yeah we are kind of like your dads, aren’t we?” Steve cooed at Dustin.

“What-no! What is this sick fantasy you both-“

Before Dustin could get out another word, Eddie had cocked his head towards Steve, smirking, mouthing something along the lines of “ambush.”

Seconds later Steve and Eddie were squishing Dustin into a group hug, causing him to yelp.

“What is WRONG with you two today?” Dustin practically yelled, opting to ignore the fact he would cherish that hug forever.

“Aw, Eddie’s graduating and he’s feelin sentimental.”

“Shut up, Harrington.” Eddie spat, hiding the smile creeping up on his mouth.

“I’m shaking in my boots, Munson.” Steve widened his eyes in fake horror.

He couldn’t help but smile as big and as wide as a fucking clown. Because they were his friends. Friends that had become his family. Eddie had friends in his band, in Hellfire, he had his uncle-but since learning the world was able to literally turn upside down, he had learned the true definition of friendship.

It was sacrifice. Bravery. Loyalty.

You, Dustin, Steve, Nancy, Jonathan, Robin, even the girl with a buzzed head and super powers! Shit, all of you had made him want to change, to stop running and have people to fight for. And now that he did, he never wanted to look back. So much of his personality had been based around guarding himself, expecting people to hate him. His lifestyle. His music. His clothes. That’s just what he had been hardwired to accept.

So yeah, maybe graduation was making him a little sentimental. That and he fact that up until few months ago, he and his friends were far more concerned with monsters and inter-dimensional gates than you, Eddie, and Robin graduating.

But that was over now. They had defeated Vecna, the threats to Hawkins left in the past. Though the trauma would haunt you for the rest of your lives. It wasn’t easy, but his friends had cleared Eddie’s name, Hopper stepping back into his old job as police chief, much to the bemusement of the town.

(It definitely helped that he strolled in lookin like a whole ass meal and the current joke of a police chief was just like “please help”)

This helped cement in Eddie’s mind that as long as you had friends, had family: you could do anything.

“I’m shaking in my boots, Munson.” Steve widened his eyes with fake horror.

You, Nancy, Jonathan, and Robin had grown tired of finger foods, Murray’s jokes, and entertaining Dustin’s mother. You had spotted the boys near the photo album table (yes there is a ridiculously large table with photo albums full of you and Eddie) and decided to join them.

“Look at our boys. They’re so cute.” Robin squeaked.

Jonathan was obviously unaffected by Robin’s observation, content to be wherever Nancy was.

As soon as you reached Eddie’s gaze, he lit up.

He was already so happy right now, seeing you made his heart go into overdrive.

Eddie snaked a long arm around the smell of your waist, planting a kiss on each of your cheeks, and then your nose.

“Aw. What was that for, Angel?” You asked , furiously blushing.

Normally Eddie would have made some kind of comment about how he was more similar to the devil, but with the people in front of him, he was not his usual self. He didn’t feel the need to distract them from his rough exterior, knowing full well they accepted (and loved) him just the way he was.

“‘Mm. Just missed you.” Eddie replied sweetly.

“Babyyy, you know it’s only been like 15 minutes since you saw me, right?” You giggled. Letting his warmth and intoxicating scent bring you comfort, you leaned against his embrace fully.

“15 minutes too long,” Eddie fake pouted.

You blushed again. At this point in your relationship, you’d opted to go to events with Eddie without adding blush to your face, knowing Eddie would do that all by himself.

Dustin fake gagged. Nancy and Robin just looked at you Terri knowingly, and Robin and Steve looked like older versions of Dustin.

“Remind me why we got them together in the first place?” Robin asked Steve, unamused.

“Oh you just love to bring that up, dontcha, big boy.” Eddie questioned Steve, eyes narrowed playfully.

“We’ll if it wasn’t for me and Robin you two still wouldn’t be able to be in the same room together without having a damn panic attack.

“That’s true, Y/N,” Robin added ever-so-helpfully, “you would break into hives and start sweating and-“

“Robin!” You warned.

Robin rolled her eyes. “Like there’s anything that’s going to scare him away now. He’s practically living in your pocket!” She giggled.

“Ok at, you know, I don’t remember us being this helpless. I think you two like to exaggerate your self-importance.” Eddie mused.

“Oh that’s a lie-“ Robin and Steve shot back in unison, sharing the same brain cell. You wondered who had it at the moment.

“Let’s ask Jonathan and Nancy,” you offered, turning towards them. “Were we really this obnoxious?” You asked.

Nancy and Jonathan looked at each other for help.

“Well,” Jonathan began lightly, “it’s not like you were never obnoxious. I mean- well- no” he started stuttering, trying to find the right words while being just a little less than sober and present.

Jonathan hated hurting any one’s feelings, usually happy to be the group mediator and stay neutral (unless Nancy told him otherwise).

He shouldn’t have been worried about it though; you and Eddie both thought it was adorable how nervous you were around each other at first. At the time, it was hell, but looking back? Yeah, adorable.

Nancy, straightforward as always, cleared her throat and came to Jonathan’s rescue.

“You guys were cute. It was annoying how blind you were, though. We all wanted to just lock you in a room with rose petals and champagne so you could get it over with.” Nancy finished, rolling her eyes jokingly.

You and Eddie shared a look, and before either of you had a response, diplomatic Nancy was changing the subject. “We heard you boys getting loud over here, what’s the latest pointless argument? Anything for us to settle?” She teased, winking.

Dustin scoffed “Can you fix this?! Eddie and Steve seem to think they are our dads!” He dramatized.

“WE SAID we’re like the kids’ dads!” Steve shouted to the the three of you, all sporting a very confused look on your faces.

“Aw. Soo true. I love that.” Robin gushed.

“And I used to think you were cool…” Dustin said, earning a jab in his side from Robin.

“Wait, what does that make me then?” You asked, confused.

“Ask Steve and Eddie, they’re the ones painting the family tree…”

Steve and Eddie smiled at each other and went into a full breakdown.

(Here is a visual reference for you, please ignore the fact that this is not at all how family trees work-they know that😛)

Five minutes later, everything was decided.

“Okay…” Jonathan prodded, so Steve and Eddie are the dads, Nancy and Y/N are obviously the moms, And you lot are our children. What does that make me, the fucking mailman?” Jonathan questioned with a fake pout.

Nancy smiled and wrapped her arms around him. “Honey, you’re a Mr. Mom. You know the kids never listen to you.” She giggled.

“Ok, so what about me?!” Robin snapped.

“You’re the cool lesbian aunt,” You answered without a second thought, “honestly everyone should have one.”

Robin smiled at this, knowing full well this was all silliness, just happy that her friends accepted her and didn’t make a big deal out of anything.

By the end of Eddie and Steve’s lengthy explanation, you all were laughing until you were gasping for air.

You had brought your attention back to the party, and noticed max and el trying to get your attention. Murray and hopper were standing by the cake, arguing (probably about who should cut the cake). Murray was holding an oversized knife, perfect for cake-cutting, or a gruesome stabbing.

That’s safe, you chuckled to yourself.

Max, Lucas, Erica, and El we’re bringing” gifts from the house and setting them up on another oversized display table.

“Ok now that we have the family tree settled…who wants cake?” You asked, beaming at your favorite people.

“More like who wants presents??” Robin squealed in delight. Eddie nodded vigorously.

You all broke out into laughter again, believing everything was finally going to be okay, as long as you had each other.

𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹

This was so cute to imagine, I’m crying

Have a really good day, sunshine ☀️

𝐵𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑒.

Hope

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[rowanswriting]

Mr. Munson (part one)

older!eddie x fem!reader smut

word-count: 689

minors please do not read! @eddiemunsons-missingnipple thank you for letting me use your older!eddie edit for the header! DO NOT READ UNLESS YOU’RE 18 OR ABOVE! Thank you for all your support! Reblogs/interaction are very much appreciated I hope you guys enjoyed this!

Being spread out and vulnerable for your older neighbor wasn’t something you would’ve ever expected to happen, yet here you were. The older man above you smirked as you squirmed beneath him, moaning softly as he ran his rough hands over your body. 

He had a bit of a reputation from years ago, apparently he was a suspect in a murder, although he didn’t actually do it. The town still hated him, but you were drawn to him. He was mysterious and possibly the most handsome man you had ever seen. 

Right now, he looked like he wanted to eat you alive, leaning down to suck a dark spot onto your neck, grinding his hips down against yours, causing the roughness of his jeans to rub right against your bare clit. You shivered from all the sensations running through your body. “Feel good baby?” He whispers into your ear softly, his words contradicting his rough actions. 

You nod softly, letting him spread your legs for you, the wetness from you pooling down onto the bed beneath your ass. He sits up, staring down at where you needed him the most, with a dark look in his eyes. “Such a pretty pussy, it’s all for me yeah? Just for me?” You moaned loudly, his pointer finger circling against your clit, rubbing faster and faster as he awaited your response.

“I-it’s all yours Eddie! Fuck, please need you.” He laughed watching you struggle to lift your hips up, searching for something more than just his finger. He pulls you up by your neck, making you sit up on your elbows to look up at him. “That’s a good girl, I’m glad you know who owns you. Now, you’re gonna behave and watch me take my cock out, and if you don’t, you’ll get to watch me get off while you get nothing. Understand?” 

You swallow, pouting up at him, you wanted to retaliate but you knew he was serious. “Yes sir.” You whispered, watching him sliding his belt off through the loops. You’ve never seen him before but just the bulge that had been hiding away for the past hour was enough to tell you that he’s big. He pulls off his pants and boxers in one swift motion, watching as you look down at him and bite your lip. 

He was perfect, long enough that you knew you’d be feeling him all the way in your guts. There was no doubt in your mind that for at least the next week you wouldn’t be able to walk. “Beg me for it.” He growls out, pumping himself in front of your face. Your mouth watering as pre-cum slides down the head of his cock. “P-please Mr. Munson.” You whine, jutting your lip out and batting your eyelashes at him the best you could. 

Suddenly Eddie stopped stroking himself, pulling back and looking down at you confused. “Where are you at?” He says, you sit up confused and look around. “W-what are you talking about Eddie?” Suddenly, a hand is waving in front of your face, snapping you out of whatever trance you were in. “Sweetheart? You okay?” Your face falls as you look at Eddie, standing in front of you at your front door fully clothed.

“You don’t look so great, maybe you should lay down.” He says, a knowing smirk breaking out over his face. The wrinkles by his eyes crinkling. You nervously look away from him, realizing that none of it had even happened at all, Eddie had been standing here for the past few minutes watching you daydream about fucking him. You’d never be able to show your face to him again.

He goes to walk down the stairs of your porch before turning back around looking up at you, “Oh and sweetheart, you talk when you zone out.” Your eyes widen even more as you go to shut the door quickly, but not before you hear him mock you in a high pitched voice, “Please, Mr. Munson.” He laughed, walking back to his own house with a hard on, and a smirk plastered on his beautiful face. 

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[carolmunson]

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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Trouble Next Door Part 21: Practice Date

Masterlist: here

TW: None

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A/N: I included this as a regular part because it’s important to the storyline, also…y’all might not like how this ends but please just have faith in me I know exactly where this story is going and how it’s gonna end✨

“These…are for you.” “Oh Eddie these are so pretty thank you…uh please come in while I put these in a vase.” “You’re so kind…uhm so…how was your day?” “It was good I finally got the box of Halloween stuff down from the attic.” “I told you’d I’d help you get it…all you had to do was wait for me.” “You know I don’t have the patience for that…how was your day?” “It was fine…Henderson’s mom’s minivan is a fucking nightmare to work on but I got it done.” “I swear she just messes with stuff to make it stop running just so she can come and see you.” “You’re so delusional…you ready?” “Yeah…let me grab my purse and we can go.” “Now before you say anything…I talked Rick into letting me borrow his car…figured your first date back on the town deserved something better than my run down van.” “Oh don’t be silly Eddie I love that van…uhm…Did you clean it?” “Oh course I did….as if I’d let you sit on anything that belongs to Rick without bleaching it first.”

“Why are you looking at me like that?” “I haven’t seen you this dressed up since your wedding day…is that a bobby-pin in your hair?” “You’re so annoying…I just wanted to look nice…and yeah they keep my hair from falling out of the bun…” “sorry..you look good Eddie that’s all I’m trying to say.” “Thank you…you look nice too…I always like when you wear that shade of green…it makes your eyes stand out.” “So…what happens now? After the obligatory complements?” “We just talk you weirdo.” “Okay…uhm…oh do you remember when you knocked on my door for the first time when we were like eleven to ask me if I wanted to play?” “Yeah…you practically threw yourself off your steps and into my arms you were so excited.” “I just was so happy to finally have a friend…who would’ve thought we’d still be friends after all these years? It’s crazy right? Friends don’t normally last this long…we haven’t even had a real fight before.” “Uh excuse me? Yes we have.” “Don’t start.” “Don’t start? Why? Because you still know that I’m right and you refuse to admit it?” “You’re not right…you’re extremely wrong and I’ve proven it to you time and time again.” “He wasn’t the first kill because we don’t know if he was dead by the time she actually died.” “Of course he was dead! They gutted him from the back! She was alive way after he died.” “You’re just so wrong because it takes a long time for someone to bleed out like that…he was totally still alive when she was dying.” “I know you want to believe that she was the first death in Scream but she just wasn’t…she watches her boyfriend get killed that’s why she starts to freak the fuck out!” “No she freaks out because a killer is threatening her on the phone and she just watched her boyfriend get stabbed….not die.” “Edward James Munson you know damn well he was dead!” “Shhhh! This is a fancy ass establishment you can’t go shouting about dead people.” “I need another glass of wine…”

“What are we doing here?” “It wouldn’t be an outing for us if we didn’t make a pit stop at some swings…” “will you push me?” “Aren’t you too old to need me to push you?” “I don’t need you to push me Eddie…I just like it when you do.” “fine…so…how’s it going so far? Feel like you could do this again?” “I’d give it an eight out of ten…and yeah I think so…it’s not as scary as I thought it was going to be.” “You thought a date with me was going to be scary?” “I just…I was nervous.” “Why? It’s just me…nothing to be nervous about.” “That’s true…what about you? Could you do this again?” “Oh yeah…I could totally do this again…maybe not the swings though..that’s just an us thing.” “Damn right it is…I better not hear about you taking anyone else to the park besides me or I’ll be upset.” “You’re so dramatic after a few glasses of wine.” “You love it though.” “Yeah…I do.”

“Ah here we are…home sweet home…mind if I come inside?” “That’s so bold of you to ask on a first date Edward.” “I’ll pour you some more wine….” “Okay you can come in then….” “Red or white?” “White please…I had a really good time tonight…thank you.” “You’re welcome..I’m glad you had a good time…I enjoyed it as well…what? Why…why are you looking at me like that?” “Are…uhm…are you…are you in love with me?” “What? Why…why would you…uhm…I..uh-” “oh god-” “No no no don’t…don’t walk away…I just wasn’t…why did you ask me that?” “Just forget it…I’m sorry…it’s the wine…I’m not making sense…I’m so sorry I shouldn’t have-” “yes.” “Yes?…yes what?” “I’m in love with you.” “No you’re not.” “Yes…yes I am.” “No you’re not…you would’ve told me…you…you would’ve said something.” “I’m…saying something now…doesn’t that count?” “I…I don’t know…what to say.” “That’s okay.” “I can’t…I can’t do this Eddie I can’t…I-” “hey it’s okay…please don’t cry….” “I think.. I just uhm…I need some space…I’m gonna go-” “no no I’ll go..you stay here I’ll uhm go stay at Wayne’s…just…I’m sorry okay? I didn’t…I didn’t want to tell you like this….please know that I don’t expect anything in return I just…it’s out there now so…we have to deal with it.” “I can’t deal with it right now…” “and that’s fine…I’ll uh go to Wayne’s and…maybe I’ll come by tomorrow and…we can talk about it?” “I’ll call you.” “Okay…yeah that works too…uhm…goodnight?” “Goodnight…tell…tell Wayne I said…hello.” “Yeah I’ll uhm..I’ll do that.”

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🌇 chapter four <-

(older!eddie manip by @eddiemunsons-missingnipple )

The Masterlist / The Playlist / The Tune:

This is the chapter that sparked it all 🧡 So in honor of that, a snippet below the cut. (Enjoy the little easter egg of older!eddie from @carolmunson ‘s Orange Colored Sky 😉)

The string lights of his front porch catch in your sight while the sounds of Eddie Money echo down the quiet hitting your ears. He was home, but he wasn’t alone.

You slow your pace when you get close enough to smell the smoke of his cigar, and hear the deep baritone of his full belly laugh. Another voice chimes in, it’s raspier, darker and definitely not a woman’s. The unruly pang of jealousy that hits your gut subsides when you reach your apartment and he finally comes into view.

His hair is messier than you’ve ever seen it, the gray and honey highlights sticking out at the ends like he’s spent the whole night running those big hands through it. His cheeks are flushed with what looks like the end of a fun day with friends, a half smoked cigar tucked between his teeth that show themselves in a wide grin for the man sitting on his porch steps next to him.

He leans on the top step by his elbows, your thighs pressing together when the silver chain that’s usually hidden under his shirt swings over the soft blue tee that fits tight across chest when he laughs again. His cream jeans are loose fitting, stretching at his thighs with dark gray house slippers on his feet.

The guy next to him is not who you’d expect to find, he looks around the same age, gray streaks shining under the porch light in the dark curls that rest tied back in a loose low hanging bun. His chocolate eyes shine with excitement while ring and tattoo covered hands gesture wildly with his story, the ash at the end of his cigar is dangerously close to falling onto the wood of the porch.

Steve picks up the ashtray between the two glasses of a dark liquor like it’s second nature, lifting it up for his friend, making you notice the silver chain that dangles around his wrist when he takes the offering. He’s dressed in all black, a contrast to the light colors of Steve’s wardrobe with a pressed Judas Priest band tee that sits half tucked into the tops of his Chino shorts that fall right above his knee. Black socks and black slides covering his feet.

Bandit’s the first to notice you from his spot on the giant rug by the front door when you reach the gate. His ears perk as he sits up, paws dropping one after the other in excitement. A high pitch whine escapes him catching Steve’s attention. He plucks the cigar from his mouth looking at Bandit before finally following the dog’s line of sight to you. There was no getting out of this now.

You feel like you won some kind of prize at the size of Steve’s smile, lopsided with rosy cheeks pushed up and eyes crinkling in the corners. He sets his cigar down, ignoring the confused look his friend is giving him before sitting up running a hand through his hair making it stand on end.

“She’s alive!” He does his best impression of Dr. Frankenstein sticking his arms out in front of him and you see the man next to him grimace before taking a puff and turning his attention on to you. Curious dark eyes watch Steve and Bandit go to meet you at the gate.

“Yes, I somehow survived.” You can’t help but giggle making the man on the porch shoot his eyebrows up. All the nerve you worked up on the way here is gone when your neighbor gets close enough to see the stubble you liked so much is back.

“I hope the Au Cheval burger helped with that.” He breaths with a smirk, his eyes landing on the to go box that’s threatening to succumb to the iron grip in your hand. “Is that what I think it is?”

Too caught up in how his eyes seem to light up when he asks, it takes you a minute to register that he’s talking about the fish tacos in your hand.

“Oh!! - Sorry - Yes, I didn’t know you had company tonight. I have cannolis in my bag too, I don’t wanna interrupt anything - I can, I can just leave them with you.” Bandit jumps onto the gate while you stutter your words suddenly feeling sixteen again, the feeling of his friend's stare making you shuffle around in place.

Steve opens his mouth ready to protest but he’s interrupted before he gets a chance to say anything.

“Harrington! You gonna invite the pretty girl up for a drink or what?”

The heat rises to your cheeks as you busy yourself with scratching Bandit behind the ear with a free hand. Steve lets out a breath through his nose before pinching the bridge of it. His ears turning red like the cherries on the ends of the cannoli’s in your bag.

“Sorry about my friend,” He takes another beat before he looks up, his eyes smoldering against yours, hope hidden inside the golden specks. “I was going to actually ask you if you’d like to come up for a drink, I promise he’s harmless. He met his wife shopping at Trader Joe’s.”

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Today i want to give a huge thanks to every individual who has helped my small blog grow you all mean the world to me. I joined Tumblr maybe 6-ish months ago and the overwhelming support & love i get is beyond me. Being part of this fandom has brought me to cross paths with so many sweet & loving people for that i am forever grateful!

I want to highlight & thank the following individuals for keeping this fandom alive & for sharing some of the greatest stories i have ever read ! thank you for all of the dedication & time you put into your work & blogs thank you for being part of my day, for making me smile even if i don’t mention it enough y’all don’t have a clue how many times y’all have brought me out of a slump or made me laugh i appreciate each one of you & encourage anyone who already isn’t following them to do so!

Happy Thanksgiving (for all of my loves who celebrate it ) for my loves that don’t i still wish you all a great day may each and everyone of you be surrounded by those who you love the most!

Thank you for all for sharing the same love i have for our loudmouth, crazy haired metalhead Eddie Munson💗

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#happy thanksgiving #eddie munson #i love yall #i appreciate each and every one of you

[lovejosephquinn]

Authors Note: It's getting intense now, hope you're ready for the rollercoaster ride you're about to go on for part three! This has took me 7 hours on and off and I'm pretty proud of this series to say the least. Still Wes' number one fan btw. Please feel free to leave a comment or reblog if you're enjoying it, also if you want adding to the tag list for future parts/updates just lmk 🥰

Summary: Joe and reader have never seen eye to eye, growing up together and even further along the line in adulthood. There’s always been something lurking in the back of their minds. It couldn’t be, they share a mutual hatred and can’t stand the sight of one another. Surely, it’s been a long time coming but will the tension finally break into something more beautiful? Time tells all truths.

Under 18's DNI. Warnings: Angst, a worried reader and a whole load of smutty smut throughout Word Count: 6.3k

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Part 1 ✨ Part 2 ✨ Part 3 ✨ Part 4

"On your knees." You wouldn't usually answer to such a demand, but for Joe you knew you couldn't refuse. A dominating, demeaning and beautiful looking man giving you the eye, forcing you to do as your told when you pause for a second, standing before him naked and for the taking. "Are you deaf? I said on your fucking knees."

"Make. Me." You didn't know why you dared to even try to disobey, maybe you wanted him to corrupt you more than he already had.

It was both the right and wrong move to make, Joe's hand came around to grip your hair up into a ponytail, twirling you around until you fell backwards into him, his other hand cupped itself around your throat, lifting your face up so you were compelled to be face to face at an awkward angle.

"When you're with me, you will do as you're fucking told." The grip tightened making your lips part straining for the oxygen you were now lacking in your lungs. "Got it?" You struggled to nod but you managed it slightly, obviously pleasing him when you felt Joe grind the length of his cock between your ass cheeks. "You look so cute when you're vulnerable." He smirked. It haunted you everywhere.

Joe let go of your throat and you were instantly swung back around to look towards him front ways on, your hair was still very much intact in his clenched fist. As he pulled it downward, you had no choice to be dragged in turn, your knees slapping to the laminated flooring beneath you, slight pain stinging onto the bruises you knew which would consume your legs hours after.

"Well well well, isn't that the prettiest sight I ever did see." Joe hummed as he slapped his cock onto your lips. "Open up for me beautiful, I wanna fuck your mouth." You decided on this occasion not to challenge him, probably better that you didn't after the minimal punishment you received for not submitting the first time.

As he pushed in a few inches, you felt the thickness of his cock stretch through your lips, inviting itself down towards your throat, you took a breath in, bracing yourself for the moment it made contact with your tonsils.

Breaking the tension before you could even get to the point of no return, your phone began to buzz, the irritating tone playing over and over again, radiating through your ear drums; a slight PTSD feeling. "What's that?" Joe took his cock straight from you, leaving your mouth feeling direly empty. With a sigh of what you could only describe as a cock block, you got up from your knees running over to attempt to stop the unbearable nose. "It's my alarm."

Your body came alive, consciously opening your eyes and then closing them again, realising that it was absolutely your alarm tone, alerting you wake the fuck up, ugh. You stretched the entirety of your body, a few clicks of your bones here and there from being in the same position for the few hours sleep you'd managed to get. You moved your arm out of the comfort of your warm sheets to slap your hand down on the stop button. Once you'd managed to finally get it terminate, you accidentally knocked it off of the bedside table and it hit the floor the same way you recollected your knees doing.

Not. Another. Fucking. Dream.

Not only did the thoughts of the last two dreams you've had in 48 hours come into play, it was also the sheer embarrassment and memory of Wesley catching you outside of their flat in the early hours of this morning, every one of these things now consuming over you into one horrendously torturous headache. You could picture perfectly his face the moment he saw you half bent attempting to rush back into your safe space, a place where you could think out loud; but it was all too much in slow motion and now Wesley had this big secret of yours in the palm of his hands. He could and probably would tell Joe of what happened, you knew you would have to face the vile thought of it at some point; but you took a deep breath and thought to yourself: I'll cross that bridge when it comes to it.

You felt just as revolting as you had done the previous night, fantasising about Joe in such a way; but you couldn't even begin to fathom an excuse of why it was becoming a regular occurrence. You had to put two and two together, was it completely possible to have a crush on someone that you hated? You needed to shake off the thought, but you were completely intrigued by the new feeling. It was completely obvious that the feeling was not and would never be a mutual one, so you could just continue to dream about him and that's all it would ever be; nothing more and nothing less.

It was something that would make the headlines in your very own news broadcast. The girl that hated the boy all her life and now finally comes to admit that the reason she's hated him all this time was because she wanted to get in his pants, or in short; the girl likes the boy. Who would ever admit such a crime? It felt as though it was one after all. Had someone put a curse upon you to gain sudden emotion towards Joseph Quinn? Or were you truly just growing out of your hateful advances towards him.

You forced yourself up and out of bed, nothing left to do but get on with your day; the sheer thought of it made you feel even more exhausted than you already were. You moved to the bathroom, clinging your hands to the edge of the sink as you took one look at yourself in the mirror, immediate nausea hitting you square in the stomach from your head repeatedly telling you that Wesley had told Joe about you listening in to him and his one night stand.

"Stop worrying about it Y/N, what's the worst that could happen?" You give yourself a pep talk before twisting the tap and splashing cold water over your face, relieving some of the symptoms that arose with the sickening ambience which you were pretty sure was on it's way to overpowering you.

Everything you forced yourself to do to get over the worry of last night was an impossible task; the very ordeal was held above your head like a constant rain cloud with no escape until you had at least faced Wesley again, maybe he had forgotten or maybe you were just stupid for trying to make yourself believe such a thing. It seemed like you had not got a choice in what you thought now; Joe was stuck in the forefront of your mind. These mixed up and down right freaky feelings were starting to put you in a chokehold, you knew you must maintain your reputation around him in keeping the whole enemy situation a thing, you couldn't let your guard slip, not now.

The reason had clearly been there all along, how you were connected by fate, despising one another with no apparent logic as to why you did, you'd gone through nearly all your life bumping into him at one time or another and now all of a sudden you lived across a hallway from him; surely it was a sign. There was only one problem however, Joe would never feel the same way about you. You'd put on the façade for too many years to be able to develop anything from whatever feud formed between you.

The only rational thing to do now was to fall onto your sofa, hide yourself away and maybe scream into your cushion a little bit; it worked for other problems in the past so why not this one?

There was no denying you felt a little better after that, yet the sound coming from outside averted your attention straight back to it all. You could make out the familiar sound of Joe and Wesley's front door opening and the bimbo giggling just a few feet away from yours. You made a bee line for the peep hole which had become very much your own spying object. You lifted your feet to manage a look through it with ease, each of you knew this was only a one night stand, but only one of you hoped that it wouldn't be. She was in an eager and desperate attempt to keep him in the hallway and clearly not wanting to say goodbye, Joe had other ideas. She was on her tip toes just as you were, her arms wrapped around the back of his neck as she giggled whilst he made a subtle attempt at stepping her back into the corridor when she'd took two steps forward.

"Do I have to go?" She giggled, doing that whole innocent girl act which made you cringe in the worst of ways.

"I've got stuff to do, I'll call you though." There it was, the confirmation of a one night stand, I'll call you is a way of kindly insinuating for the other to piss off and I'll never see you again unless it's for a booty call. Joe removed her arms that were attached with her all her might, as she remained leaning upward she made a move for his lips to give him a goodbye kiss, yet before she got at least half way there, Joe was slowly closing the door in her face.

"I'll see you soon then." She grinned, a slight nerving in her voice obviously upset and bitter that she'd been another victim of the charm that Joe's whole aura gave off. You watched her until she was out of your sight, looking back a couple of times in hope that maybe he'd reopen the door and change his mind about her leaving and suddenly want her, need her. Of course he didn't. You quit your almost stalking behaviour, picking at the skin of your thumbs anxiously as your thoughts continued getting the better of you.

Finally managing to pluck up the strength, you pushed yourself into the bathroom, turning on the shower to get ready for the day ahead. You were reliving the dreams again when you found your thighs clenching together, hearing Joe behind you with his clear instructions after you refused to listen the first time. You tilted your head back, letting the water run warm on your face, your lips parted a little as you attempted to breathe through it. Your body took control of you, your hand slowly touching yourself up before slotting between your slit, you rubbed a little, bringing your head forward to gaze down at what you had started. You bit down on your bottom lip, deciding to just let yourself go wild; you deserved a little fun after the situations you'd found yourself in lately. You moved your legs to stand a little apart from each other so that you could find the ache you craved to be played with. Shivers ran up and down your spine, the mix of pleasure as your fingertips brushed against your clit with the warm water and steam running from the showerhead just added to the eroticism. You were just missing one thing, him.

You closed your eyes in the hope that the mirage of Joe would appear in front of you and as if by magic, your head adhered to your wishes. The euphoria became all too real as Joe's hand now mirrored that of yours, rubbing effortlessly, his forehead pressed against yours as he watched you fall apart with the way he expertly stroked your sensitive area. You swore you could hear the sound of his raspy voice in your ear, telling you to let go, to give yourself up for him. This version of Joe adored you and would do anything to make you feel good and the realisation that this would never be the case made you all the more eager to enjoy this moment.

The satisfaction you longed for finally hit you as you moaned out his name way louder than you could have thought possible; your thighs making an attempt to clench together but straining to stay apart whilst you rid out your orgasm. "Keep them open, I want to see you squirm." There was the voice in your head again, the perfectly gravelly southern accent which once you detested but now sent an unfeasible amount of butterflies both ascending from your stomach and descending back down again once they'd reached their bee line for your heart strings.

Your eyes opened and yet again, you were alone and without the man you were beginning to hanker for. You finished off your shower, giving yourself a good wash down, scrubbing at your hair which had lugged up during your bit of sleep you managed to get. It was an absolute understatement to suggest that you weren't exhausted, you really were, you felt like you could genuinely sleep for a week.

You managed a bowl of cereal and a cup of tea, your towel still intact around your head with your dampened hair wrapped securely inside of it, you'd put on your comfy clothes from the night before and would decide if it was even worth getting dressed properly later. You contemplated on what more you could do to take your mind off of Joe, you felt like you had fantasised enough for one day. Looking out the window, the weather was an absolute no go, it was pouring it down with rain, the water smashing against the glass made you shake your head, reassurance that you weren't about to be going out anywhere anytime soon.

You took yourself off to bed, grabbing your blanket which was neatly folded on your set of drawers for when you required it; this was one of those days. Scrolling aimlessly through your phone as most people do when it's their only cure for boredom, it wasn't long until you caught your eyes shutting, straining them to keep yourself awake was way too much of a task. So you gave up, unwrapping the towel from your head, rubbing any excess water you had left and threw it to the floor. Laying on your side, you locked your phone, keeping it next to you and shut your eyes, away from reality and away from the fatigue, your last thought was that you assured yourself you would awake feeling fresh and recomposed.

Your dream was vivid this time around. You were stood in a huge field filled with hundreds of people that you had never seen before, yet there was a gap making a straight line between you and Joe. You were both stood facing one another, chests puffing in and out with your heart beating overtime at the sight of one another. No matter how much you tried, every step forward you would take towards him, Joe would take one step back, yet he'd still be staring right at you. Was this a metaphor for never having Joe the way you wanted him? If anything were to happen would you just be like the girl he basically kicked out of his home this morning?

Joe began moving back faster until he was disappearing into the crowd of people, the space closing of your views between each other, trapping you amongst everybody else. You could see glimpses of his faces behind the strangers that moved around you, but you couldn't find anyway to get close enough. You shouted his name, but no sound came out, just the hustle and bustle of every one else's voices seemed to bellow over whatever noises did emerge from you. Running did you no favours, it was a heavy sensation like chains were wrapped around your ankles as you kept tripping over your own to feet. You got no where and before you knew it; you had completely lost him.

You sat up in a panic, your breath heaving from your parted lips as you looked around the room, no daylight to be seen, how long had you been sleeping for? You felt better for it anyway, it didn't matter to you right now that your body clock would probably be fucked up and you wouldn't sleep as well tonight, you were just glad that you had finally got some rest. You lifted yourself up in your newfound mood, putting on some music onto your Alexa, you glanced out of your bedroom to window to find it had stopped raining. The noise of the tunes playing in the background had you swaying your hips from side to side, you were in the mood for a drink or two, it was Saturday night after all, wouldn't it be rude not to partake?

You danced on over to your phone, tapping it to see the time. 7:00pm. You gave yourself an hour and a half time frame to get ready and then you spontaneously decided that you would venture out to the local pub around the corner from your complex. Venturing into the kitchen, you opened the fridge to find the now chilled wine that you had saved from the other night, no need for a glass you thought, you would chug from the bottle. Heading back for your bedroom and sitting down at your makeshift vanity mirror you began to make yourself look human again. It'd been so long since you got ready like this, the upbeat music seemed to help dissolve all of your present issues in your head and replace them with the lyrics to the song, almost as instantaneously as your voice belted them out.

You did a full face of natural looking make up adorned with a smoky eye, curled your hair leaving them intact whilst you slipped on your ripped jeans and a long sleeved crop top. Going back to the mirror you combed through the thick ringlets to let them become softer waves. You added jewellery, spritzed yourself with your favourite perfume, downing at least a third of the bottle of wine so that you had some liquid courage inside of you to help you settle in the pub quicker once you got there.

You went into your wardrobe to pull out your bag you used when you go out out, put on your trusty old faithful heels, doing a final check to make sure you had turned off all of the plugs and moved back through to the kitchen to forage through the cupboards to find something that you could shot before you set off. You found a bottle of vodka right at the back of one of the shelves, it was absolutely not like you to just undo the cap and take a swig of the sterile tasting spirit, your face scrunched up as it burnt your throat when you swallowed a gulp of it down. It made you feel quite sick in all fairness but you washed down that feeling with another shot of it straight into your mouth, a burp ascending quicker than you would have liked once you had ingested the last drop, the burn was non existent the second time around and you felt a little tipsy by the time you had found the front door, shutting it behind you and repeating over and over to yourself to lock it behind you.

It were as if by magic that you caught sight of your next door neighbour leaving to quite obviously go out to do the same thing you were doing, how convenient. "Dan!" You shouted, he turned around getting a glimpse of who had just called his name out, a smile broke out, reserved just for you and you alone. Dan was quite an attractive man, probably about ten years older than you but a tall, dark and handsome kind of vibe was good enough, it didn't make you mind the obvious age gap.

"Hey Y/N! Where you heading?" He waited for you to catch up before you began to walk to the lifts together.

"Was just going to test the waters at the pub around the corner." You replied, swaying a little from the alcohol inevitably making it's way into your system.

"All on your lonesome?" He chuckled, resting his hand onto your shoulder to keep you still.

"Yeah, you?" You smiled sweetly.

"Guess that means we can go and have a drink together then huh?" The lift pinged and the doors opened as Dan gestured for you to go through first, pressing the ground floor button, you cleared your throat as you watched the doors shut.

"I don't see why not." Dan pressed his hand to your back, ushering you to go out of the lift before him again and then onto opening the main complex doors for you, it was gentlemanly gesture after gentlemanly gesture; sweet little things that you noticed about him.

You made brief, short conversation as you made the few minute journey to the bar and sure enough, it was as busy as you thought it would be. You moved along the crowd of people, wedging yourself where you could at the bar to order your drinks.

"What do you want?" Dan almost had to shriek into your ear for you to be able to hear what he said over the top of everyone.

"Vodka and coke please." You may as well of sticked to the spirits, you had already made an excellent job of polishing off a bottle of wine and the few shots you dared yourself to do.

There was no forced chatter between you both once you had gotten your beverages, you found a table with two high stools to sit at together. One drink together turned into several and a few hours later, you were fully in the zone now; drunk and entirely happy. Feeling free of the irritations of what you could consider real life. You moved your eyes along the crowd, people watching whilst Dan excused himself to go to the toilet. You double took as soon as you found the pair of eyes you didn't wish to see tonight. Joe. He was filling his attention span straight towards you, trying to peer at who was sat with you. You flittered your eyes away with the hope that he had not seen you make a couple of seconds of full eye contact with him.

Dan returned back to his seat and you consciously watched through your field of vision at Joe furrowing his brow seeing him of all people joining you. You decided to play this to your advantage to see if he would keep watching or would leave you to it seeing you preoccupied and happy with your company. It seemed to work, you managed to find Wesley stood next to him who scanned Joe's line of view to find you. He put his hand on his shoulder trying to recapture his attention off of you, there was instant refusal as Joe replied to him without even taking his forced stare away.

The considerable amount of alcohol in your system and the man you were pining for in your imagination was now wrapped around your little finger, you had Dan with you; it was time to make an obvious flirt of yourself. The more you inflicted your touch upon Dan, whether it be stroking his arm or leaning into him and laughing at every joke he was pulling from his sleeve, it was driving Joe insane. You loathed every second of it yet the more you continued your act, the more it began to feel sincere, he was a really nice, palpable person and it made it more difficult to fake around him.

"Wanna get out of here?" Dan asked you straight, his hand firmly pressed against your leg and it seemed that the intention was there and he'd caught wind of your flirting, intending that you would accept his offer.

"Why not." You confirmed, picking up your bag from the table you jumped off of the stool. You looked back enough to watch Joe's emotion fully changing, deflating right in front of you. Wesley was still in a huge attempt to make him ignore what was happening in front of him, but he failed each time. Dan put his arm around you as you made your way out of the bar, you pretty much clung to him all the way back. You got to the hallway, stopping at his door and then entering right behind him. You got straight into it, Dan took a hold of your waist and leaned down pushing his lips onto yours. Your eyes were clenched shut and for a minute you imagined that it was Joe's lips connected to yours instead of his. A wave of disgust ravished over you and you tried to stop, but the more you leaned back the further he'd close the space again.

"D-Dan I-I-" He leaned back to his full height, looking at you concerned.

"Everything ok?" He asked, a little confused.

"I just can't go through with it, there's someone I think I like and I feel bad if I lead you on."

Dan let go of you, holding his hands up in the air. "No worries, we're friends though right?" Ever the gentleman he had proved himself to be, you leaned up to kiss his cheek, looking back with a nod and unsteady feet. "Thank you for understanding." With that, you left to return the few metres to your front door.

Closing it behind you, you sink down to the ground as tears seep from your eyes, you were going through every emotion that alcohol could possibly endure upon you tonight and it showed from the way you felt guilty for kissing someone else even though the realisation hit you that the man you actually wanted to do it with would never want or think the same. You attempted to get up from the floor, but fell straight back down again, using the front of your foot to push each heel off, you kicked them to either side of the room. Falling back only increased the tears, you felt useless and small. They say drunken minds speak sober thoughts and in your case this had never been more true.

You were startled as you overheard the sound of running from the outside getting closer and closer, followed by the bashing of a fist just above you. A huff and a sigh, managing to get yourself to your feet whilst feeling slightly unnerved at the strenuousness and eagerness to get your attention. You moved the door handle down slowly, creaking it open to look through. Joe.

"What?" Well done, you started that extremely well.

"I figured out your problem, your problem is with me." Joe pushed against the door, leaning against where you held it, you cold have easily let go and permitted him to fall flat on his face, but you kept a good grip on it.

"God you're a fucking genius." You sarcastically hissed back at him. The stench of alcohol and cigarettes leaked from you both, alcohol was fuelling you both to state your truths, just a shame you couldn't go the right way about it and had to maintain your normal way of detesting him. You moved away from the door letting it swing open as Joe moved a couple of steps in.

"There she is. You know you're the biggest most pretentious self centred bitch I've ever had the misfortune of meeting." Those words cut you deep, fresh wounds in the pit of your stomach which destroyed the butterflies you had been feeling previously over Joe only hours ago.

"Was that supposed to be an insult?" You fired back, scowling at him for not knowing he was breaking your heart and only pushing your walls up further.

"Nope, just the truth."

Before you could shoot a reply back to him, Wesley rushed in and looked between the two of you and the apprehension returned back from the locked part of your sober memory that it was possible that he had told Joe about catching you last night. Shit shit shit.

"Wesley will you get him away from me I-"

"Will you two stop fucking shouting it's the middle of the night and you've got the front door open to increase the volume for these poor people that live around us."

"He came to me and I don't know why." You ignored his plea for you both to shut the fuck up.

"Joe come on mate, let's leave her be."

"No we're having it out Wes, I can't be bothered with this shit anymore, she's been this way with me since school and I want to know what her problem is with me."

"It's just you." You hovered your finger from his head down to his feet, gesturing that it was nothing but that, you couldn't help your eyes following where your hand moved so you could get a good look at him despite your response.

"No excuse."

"Valid excuse."

"No it's not!" Joe raised his voice.

"Yes it is!" You raised yours a pitch louder.

"No it's n-"

"Oh my god, will you two just get it out your systems and fuck already? You're both being ridiculous." Wesley stood and quite enjoyed the comical way both of your jaws fell to the floor in unison. Having had his moment, with such authority, he slammed the door shut to make a point of his argument towards you and Joe.

"So come on, tell me the real reason you clearly despise the very thought of me?" Joe put one foot in front of the other, striding over towards you like he was on a mission, making you be the one to step backwards until your back hit the counter top with a thud. His hands placed themselves either side of you, trapping you completely. You'd never been this close to him before in real life, seeing the way his doe eyes were wide, you had never realised how stunning the colour of them were; he was exceptionally more beautiful up close.

"I don't have a reason, I don't know you." Your voice faltered at the way he stood over you, making you feel so small.

"Do you want to know me?"

You shook your head, lips parting to suggest otherwise but you didn't speak a word.

"Yes or no?" His face became impossibly close as he craned his neck down to just above your level.

You shook your head again, this time slower, then the gap closed. His mouth on yours without a final thought, the feeling was unreal, better than your dreams perceived. His lips were soft and angled perfectly against yours. None of you broke the kiss, it just got mor heated the longer it went on, Joe's hand came up to firmly grip against the back of your neck, ensuring you weren't going anywhere even if you wanted to. Your heads tilted opposite ways, deepening the kiss, feeling the tip of his tongue meet with yours, he tasted like tequila and cigarettes which made you dart your own muscle in motion with his, it was absolutely exhilarating.

Joe made his hands get to work whilst the heat between you continued to stir rampantly. Feeling him unbuttoning your jeans made you mimic his action as you began to unbutton his trousers. Joe made the first attempt to break the kiss as you removed your own clothes, instantly naked before each other, Joe took a hungry moment to check you out thoroughly.

"You might be a bitch, but you're fucking sexy underneath all of that." A backhanded compliment but it made your cunt twitch all the same. Joe picked you up by your waist, lifting you onto the countertop so that you were now at a face to face level, with better access he pushed his lips to you again, your legs spreading wide so that he could stand between them.

His big hands wandered up and down, scanning the length of your spine allowing goose bumps to be left in his tracks. Joe pushed you back in an eager state and your response was to sit your feet up, arching your thighs out further so that he could touch you with ease. You let out a lengthy moan into Joe's mouth as he pushed two of his thick fingers inside of you, stretching you out in a means to get you ready for the main event. He thrusted them in and out of you in a painfully slow manner, but made sure you felt the whole length of the by allowing his fist to be pressed up to your entrance.

You whimpered as they tapped at your cervix, curling upward when he got to it each time, his pace picking up with every jab. You squealed when a third finger made it's way through, it made Joe bite down on your lip as if you were driving him crazy with the noises you were making. "You're so fucking tight." He moaned along with you as his other hand was fisting away at his cock, spasming in his hand from how turned on he felt.

"Cum for me. I wanna be fucking you senseless in the next few minutes." His forehead pressed against yours, looking down to monitor the work he was putting in to make you come undone. Joe hit a particular spot just the side of your cunt, making you clench around him, back arching upward as you came all over his digits.

"Fuck yes." Joe sounded out, removing them from you instantly and grabbing your hand making you slip a little so he could pull you from the countertop.

"Bend over." You stood gawking at the way his cock twitched in his grip, you were mesmerised by it, not what you were expecting, thick in girth and just above average in size, it had a slight curve to it, uncut and just overly perfect; you should've known.

"Did you hear me?" He snarled.

"Evidently not." Your sarcastic response got his attention. Low and behold your dream became reality and he gripped his hands onto your shoulders, swerving you around and pushing your head downward so that you were in the position he wanted you in.

Your heart was pounding, you quickly remembered you were in the same spot where you were in your first dream, everything was coming to light and it was just as you had wished it to be. If only it were better circumstances than clearly a hate fuck. Joe spread your ass cheeks before slapping his cock against it, biting down on his lip, he let them go, caging his length between them and grinding up and down letting his foreskin move a little making him unleash a wild and wicked grunt. Replacing his cock to position himself at your entrance, you were met with a cursive spank to one of your ass cheeks and then another, matching the slight red mark he left on the other.

"Beg for it." He said.

"Never-" You replied.

Without hesitation, he didn't let you get another word in edge ways before he slammed into you, the wetness you had already created together made him slide in with ease and you took every inch of his cock instantly, dainty tears creeping in the corner of your eyes from the sheer stretch. He railed into you instantly, leaning over to bury one hand underneath you, seamlessly rubbing at your clit to get even more of a reaction out of you than he had already gotten. Joe clearly knew that he wouldn't be lasting long from the way he went about it.

His hand pulled onto your hair, making the contact between you even closer, his sack was launching upward, slapping against you, his hand furiously massaged against you and his cock infiltrated you good and proper, you were in a state of ecstasy which you never wanted to stop. Joe pushed on as much as he could, yet the harder he went, the more he concentrated in not blowing his load too soon. He moaned out your name a couple of times which sent you over the edge into your second orgasm.

As soon as you clenched around his length, Joe knew he was a goner. He pulled out of you and released straight onto your ass, hissing profanities at the top of his lungs at the over stimulation he was receiving from ultimate pleasure.

You reached over for the tea towel at the side of you, throwing it back for Joe to be able to clean you up, he wiped over you briefly and began to get dressed instantly. You were both ridiculously out of breath, silent and awkward. Understandable as the first real contact between the two of you happened to be this way.

You made the effort to get back into your clothes to make you feel at least a little less demoralised. You weren't sure if you really did like him, if it was only a lust for Joe that you were craving. You weren't kidding nobody, not even yourself.

"I'll ask you again." Joe broke the imposed mutism. "Do you want to know me?"

You made a farced attempt to scowl at him, you shook your head. Brushing past him and opening the front door to signal for him to leave, you'd had about all that you could take for now. Both figuratively and literally.

You moved your hand to him and wafted towards the door. Joe grabbed his shoes not even bothering to put them back on seeing as he didn't have much a distance to go back to his own place.

"Yes-" Joe paused.

You sighed.

"Or-" He swallowed a gulp of saliva.

"No."

"I hate you Joseph Quinn."

"No you don't." Joe smirked at you as he walked away, looking back at you to press his ear against his front door, another malicious snigger erupting from his throat.

"I assure you, I'm far from hated." He winked at you, unlocking the door and closing it behind him.

Shit. He knows.

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[ghosttownwherenoonegoes]

Could you list some of your fav eddie x reader writers?

Thank you xx

Sure!

@fandomohana @thefreak0fhawkinshigh @niceboyeds @ddejavvu @luveline @munsons-maiden @wroteclassicaly @eddiemunsons-missingnipple @eddiemunsonsmum @stevesmunsons @word-wytch @solarluvs @mypoisonedvine @forever-rogue @harrywavycurly @cacoetheswriting @munsonsfairy @munsonology @oneforthemunny @goodgirlforeddiemunson

That's just off the top of my head. Tbh EVERY Eddie writer and every person who creates for Eddie is wonderful and they're my favourite and I adore them. We're all keeping our sweet angel baby alive and well and giving him everything he deserves.

There are so many Eddie writers which I adore so I'm sorry if I missed anyone out, please know I mean no offence💔 if you do decide to check out people, please respect any boundaries they may have, such as being 18+, and leave them some love!!!🫂

#eddie munson x reader #and also im one of my fav eddie writers!!!

[kassy-munson]

ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?!? And everyone told us that we were crazy… the joke’s on you

*take it with a grain of salt but i mean c’mon!!!

https://x.com/quinnxlover/status/1758196796726161658?s=12&t=zYWc2upzrN5IK_XIFOBSDg

Link to the article that has now deleted the comment about Joseph Quinn :

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[exilynn]

🖤Por favor, não me peça o áudio sem a voz da menina, estou aqui para divulgar meu livro, ok?

Este é o fim do Smut, um diálogo entre Edds e Lyn que fica fofo depois do momento matinal de ‘ninho de amor’

Obs: Acho incrivelmente fofo como Eddie sabe expressar amor das duas maneiras e consegue equilibrar os sentimentos/emoções que tem por ela

ele está brincando com ela e depois sendo astuto, eu não consigo🤤😳

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[succubusmunson]

I think we could all do with extra love at the moment… so I’m sending this to all of my favourite writers! 🤍✨ your writing keeps this community alive and we all adore you for it 🥰

Tag your favourite writers/fics below and keep the love going

this is so cute!

@littledemondani - her smut? her fuckboy!eddie? got me moaning and weak in the knees and for what?

@eddieschains - dad!eddie is my guilty pleasure and her fics with him make me feel all the emotions! plus, her angst always has be on the edge of my seat

@eddiemunsons-missingnipple - everything is always chefs kiss and i love the fluff she throws in with some of her smut! i love a good flut fic 😂 her version eddie is special to me idc

@andvys - oh my god, the fucking angst! andy will have me crying over a fictional character like they’re real! need a whole box of tissues just to need one fic

@eiightysixbaby - has turned me into a jonathan girlie and i have no shame about it at all! and her smut? the way it’s soft but rough at the same time? omg omg

i have many, many more favorite authors on here 🖤 just wanted to share some random ones!

#bee’s anons

[ali-r3n]

Eddie’s Weakness

Part 1

Eddie Munson x Henderson's Sister!Reader

Unable to control a resurrected Eddie, Vecna abducts his biggest weakness…his girlfriend Y/N

Angst with a Happy Ending, Kidnapping, Blood

"Eddie!" Y/N wailed as he went limp in her and her brother's arms. His warm brown eyes dulled as the life left him.

"No, please wake up. Please wake up. Eddie, I can't live without you. Please..."

She ducked her head and rested it on his bloody chest. Hiccuping sobs escaped her. Tears slipped down her face and dripped onto his filthy shirt.

Three pairs of feet approached on the vine covered ground.

"Oh my God," Robin muttered, horrified at the sight.

"What happened? We had a plan."

"H-he sacrificed himself...to give you more time."

Y/N let out a whimper and clung to his green vest.

"What?"

"The Demobats breached the RV. We had to run and E-Eddie stayed back."

"Jesus." Steve ran his fingers through his hair.

The ground began to tremble.

'Shit! We've got to go!"

As the other members of the party ran to the Gate, Steve ran to Y/N and touched her back.

She flinched away. "Just go. I can't leave him."

"You have to let him go. There's nothing you can do."

She shook her head.

Steve sighed. "I'm sorry, Henderson."

He wrapped his arms around her waist and picked her up off of the ground.

"NO!" she shrieked and flailed in his hold as he carried her away. "LET ME GO! EDDIE! NO!"

She shoved him away when he set her on the ground back in their world.

"I HATE YOU, STEVE! I HATE YOU!" With each word she hit him and he just stood there, taking it. "HOW COULD YOU LEAVE HIM DOWN THERE!" She collapsed into his chest and sobbed. "You Asshole."

Steve wrapped his arms around the grieving girl and held her.

'"i'm sorry, Y/N."

He coughed as breath filled Eddie's body. He blinked, the chocolate brown eyes changed to a deep crimson.

"Hello, Edward."

Black vines bound a pair of wrists above a girl’s head. The sounds of her sobs muffled by the vine that gagged her. Tears made tracks in the grime that covered her face as swollen eyes blinked up at the creature in front of her.

Red eyes stared at her. His jaw clenched as a clawed hand clasped his shoulder.

“So, Edward. Are you ready to obey me now?”

Eddie clenched his jaw. His hands curled into fist so hard his nails drew blood in his palm.

Vecna tilted his head.

“No? Very well.”

He raised his arm toward Y/N who gave a muffled shriek when the vines tightened around her wrists.

Bile rose in Eddie’s throat.

“STOP!” He exclaimed. “You win. I’ll join you. Just don’t hurt her.”

The laugh Vecna released made Eddie and Y/N’s blood curdle.

“You gave in so easy, Edward.”

Eddie gave him a tearful glare.

“You may go see her now, My Pet.”

The vines receded as Eddie ran towards his girl.

“Sweetheart,” he said as he pulled her into his arms.

“Eddie, you’re alive!” She sobbed and clung to him. “How?”

He shook his head and ran his finger through her hair. “Long story.”

He turned to Vecna who watched them.

“You’ve got what you wanted. Let her go!”

“I don’t think so. She stays here, unharmed. As long as you keep doing what I say.”

"Eddie don't."

He closed his eyes and buried his face into her hair as a tear slipped out. He gave Vecna a glare.

"I don't have a choice, Sweetheart."

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Eddie’s Weakness Taglist:

@munsonology @h-ness1944 @timmytime-hufflepuff09

Eddie Munson Taglist:

@seros-bitch @eddiemunsons-girl @m-i-1-0 @lunar-flwr @winchester-angel @angelbbygrl @madnessismylover @cherrybean1116 @edwardjamesmunson @3ternalreal1ty

@meaganjm @sweetpeapod @eddiemunsonsfavbitch @fangirling-4-ever @zzokks @mattymurdocksbitch @fillechatoyante @luvbug4728 @doll-in-the-walls @ches-86 @shenevertricks1831 @urlocalhippie2029 @celestair @ruinedbythehobbit @purple-storm

@sarai-ibn-la-ahad @livslifeonline

Stranger Things Taglist:

@valeriiecameron @maruushkka @rainbows-dreams @april-foolish

Stranger Things (Billy excluded) Taglist;

@sleepyhead1456

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