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usedtobecooler · 1 year

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smutty stocking stuffers day one - mr quinn x babysitter!reader

Pairing | Mr. Quinn x fem!reader

Warnings | sexual content (18+ minors dni), age gap (early twenties/mid thirties), unprotected piv sex, dirty talk, riding, drooling, breeding kink, bulge kink, glasses kink, and a dumb little fluffy moment at the end.

Word Count | 2.2k

A/N | seeing joe dressed as a literal teacher in his silly glasses did things to me and it resulted in this because i'm a slut!!! happy day one!

Mr. Quinn throws himself down onto the sofa next to you, huffing out a big sigh. He's disheveled, shirt untucked from his pants and rumpled up, dress trousers crinkled where they'd bunched up around his thighs as he sat. Bags under his eyes hidden by his thick rimmed glasses, curly hair as unruly as ever.

"Long day?" You question quietly, pulling your legs up under yourself, elbow propped up on the back of the sofa, hand resting on the side of your neck comfortably. You can't help but think that even like this, tired and worn out, Mr. Quinn is still the most beautiful man you'd ever laid eyes on.

"You have no idea." Joe groans, pushing up his glasses and rubbing his tired eyes until he's seeing stars, letting his glasses slip back down once he's satisfied, "How were the boys for you? Good, I hope?"

"Henry was a bit sad at bedtime so I popped on his little Superman nightlight," You explain and Joe winces, knowing Henry only ever had his nightlight on when he'd had a hard day and missed dad, "Tommy was fine, said he wanted a chocolate bar at bedtime 'cause mummy's babysitter usually allows it, but he wasn't fooling me."

Joe laughs at that, his smile reaching his eyes and it makes your heart flutter, because that didn't happen often. When he was genuinely happy, he was ethereal, like a completely different person.

"So... I know you said you don't do Christmas presents but," You start, and Joe scrunches his nose up at you, getting ready to protest, "shut up, don't say anything. You've been so good to me this year, Mr. Quinn, you've paid me far too much, always left food for me, even let me stay over when it's been harsh weather and I've been too frightened to drive home. So, there's a gift under the tree for you. You don't have to open it til Christmas, but it's just a token of my appreciation for you."

Joe slaps a hand down on your thigh and rubs it a little, a soft gesture he'd done a million times before when you'd gone out of your way to do something you didn't necessarily need to, unaware of how much it made your heart skip and your mouth run dry. He huffs out a little sigh, "I didn't get you anything, darling. This was very unexpected, thank you."

You lock eyes unexpectedly, and your breath hitches. You realised your relationship was odd for a babysitter and parent, you were close - comfortable. Always respectful, a boundary had never been crossed.

But. Joe had heavy eyes, like he was tired and wound up and like he needed... relief. You wonder when the last time was that he'd ever been pleasured by anything other than his own right hand. Hell, you're not sure he even had dealings with his hand. He was a busy man, no time for anything but work and his kids, surely he was overdue some much needed relaxation.

In your daze you hadn't noticed Joe's hand rising higher, sitting snug in the crease of your thigh where your belly met it, comfortable there in the heat, still not pushing any further than that. Joe's hand was a flame and you were alight.

You don't know who closes the gap first but you don't care, Joe's lips slotting with yours like they're meant to be there. The scruff of his beard tickles your top lip and your chin, tinged slightly with the faint smell of leftover cigarette smoke. It's intoxicating, enough to have you lunging forward and crowding into his space, pushing against him until he's knocked back against the sofa arm and you're mounting him.

You rock your hips down into Joe's, only the thin fabric of your panties and his pants separating your skin. You silently thank yourself for wearing a plaid skirt with knee high socks on this particular day, you never usually dressed up so well for babysitting, but you'd had some spare time in the morning to doll yourself up.

"Tell me what you need, Mr. Quinn, I can be so good for you, please," You beg in between kisses, rucking up his silly little sweater and his crumpled shirt so you can feel at his soft belly, trace your fingers down his happy trail to the waistband of his slacks, until he's moaning against your mouth, gripping at your hips.

"Pretty girl, what're you doing to me," Joe's voice is deep, gruff with want and it makes your cunt quiver, "need to feel that pretty pussy, please?"

And who were you to refuse such a pretty man such a simple request? You would usually draw this out, expect to be touched and taken care of beforehand, but Joe's sleepy eyes filling with lust for you, mixed with his little begs were enough. All the other parts could wait for another time, if you ever got another time.

"I've thought about this for so long," Joe gasps, eyes going wide as your fingers dance along the hem of his pants, working the button and zip with ease as if you'd done it a thousand times before, "what would a darling girl like you want with a man like me, hmm?"

Joe emphasizes his question by tugging at your chin with his thumb and forefinger, pad of his thumb grazing your kiss swollen, plump lips, and you can't help yourself. The tip of your tongue slithers out, engulfing his thumb with the wet heat of your mouth. Joe groans, presses down on your tongue until you're gagging. It's filthy, the way he keeps the pressure until you're drooling from the edges of your lips, keening into him.

You let his thumb slip from your mouth, a string of spit connecting them as you pull away, making hasty work of ridding him of his clothing. He tilts his hips up to allow you to slide the offending material down his thighs, leaving them bunched just below his ass. You had no patience; you couldn't wait any longer.

His cock slaps up against his belly, and the sight before you is enough to make your mouth water. He's uncut and thick, alluringly so, and you should've known if his fingers were anything to go by, you'd caught yourself lingering before, on how big his silver rings were, how his hand would engulf a glass. Your cunt quivers, knowing he's going to be a stretch.

You grasp a hold of his cock with your nimble fingers, sliding the foreskin down until the shiny, pink mushroom head is exposed, a blurt of precum dribbling from the slit. It's so pretty, so fitting to Joe and the rest of his body, it clouds your brain.

You slip the head between your slick folds and bask in the way that Joe watches your bodies connect in awe, brown eyes glassy behind the thick rim of his glasses. He's watching your cunt catch on the head of his cock whilst you watch him staring, until you're sinking down on the length in one fell swoop, causing Joe to squeeze his eyes shut and choke off a moan.

"Young thing like you always this wet?" Joe groans, fingertips digging into your hips as you rock back and forth, using his pubic bone as friction on your clit, making you gasp and shudder as you struggle to adjust to his size, "God, darling, never thought I'd get to see you like this."

You moan quietly at Joe's words, throwing your head back as you use your knees for leverage and start bouncing up and down, slowly and barely even letting a few inches slip out, torturing him, almost, "Didn't think you, fuck, wanted me, Mr. Quinn. I was basically throwing myself at you."

Joe's hands leave your hips to roam up your loose sweater, grasping at every soft line of your body, gentle fingertips running along your belly and pressing down until you're gasping for air, "You feel me there, darling?" He makes a point of pressing down again, until you're crying out and your hips stutter, "Deep, right? You take me so well, such a good little thing."

Of course you can feel him, he's so deep you feel like he's in your throat, so thick your walls can't help but clamp down on him, your whole body hot with a prickly heat, "You're s-so big, can feel you everywhere," you cry, bounces becoming increasingly quicker, Joe's hands rising up further to cup at your tits through the thin material of your bralette, thumbing over your hard nipples, making you gasp.

"You want me to come in you, pretty girl? Would you like that?" Joe's voice is almost cruel, and you nod your head fervently, needing to be filled with his release, you want to feel him leaking out of you, you need it, "Fill you with my come and put a baby in your belly, yeah?"

You cry out, hands grasping at Joe's sweater and tugging, your eyes connecting with his own, blown out underneath the thick rims of his glasses, "You can't - can't say that, Mr. Quinn," You moan, the coil in your belly suddenly tightening unexpectedly, the spongey spot inside of you constantly being assaulted as you ride him, "Please, please. Need it, please."

"Gonna pump you full of my come and make you a mummy, yeah? You'd like it, I know you would," Joe's grin is salacious, he knows what he's doing and you can hardly stand it, your mouth opening in a silent moan, overwhelmed by Joe's dirty words and the filthy sounds coming from your cunt sucking him in, your sweaty skin clapping and echoing into the otherwise quiet room.

"Joe, please, I-" You barely get the words out before the coil in your gut is snapping and you're coming with a loud cry, walls spasming around Joe's thick cock as your vision turns white, your ears ringing. It's earth shattering, the way it just keeps coming, your body going limp under his touch.

"Good girl, that's a good fucking girl," Joe's voice wavers, his arm snaking around your back to hold you there as he pistons his hips up from below you, allowing you to go floppy so he can use you how he likes, fucking you so hard you're wailing, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

He comes with a gruff grunt, cock pulsing and filling your aching walls with his load, one hand digging into your thigh and the other gripping at your back so tight you know he's going to leave bruises. You can't find it in you to care, you hope he leaves his marks behind, as a solid reminder he was ever there to begin with.

You lay on top of him in stunned silence, the only noises being both of your panting breaths as they begin to level out, Joe's spent cock slipping out of you unexpectedly and making you hiss. You're not sure when Joe's grip on your back turns into a soothing rubbing motion, but you keen into the touch, like a cat getting stroked.

"That was... maybe a mistake," Joe's quiet voice startles you, and you can't help the sinking feeling in your chest, but you might've expected this to happen, "I took advantage of you there a little, darling. I'm sorry."

"You didn't," You speak abruptly, looking up at him through hazy eyes, unable to stop the clenching in your chest when you notice how soft and relaxed he looks despite his words, "You didn't take advantage of me, Mr. Quinn. I wanted this to happen, I wouldn't of let it if I didn't."

"I think we're well past Mr. Quinn now, sweetheart," Joe tries at a joke, scrunching his nose up cutely, the bottom rim of his glasses digging into his cheeks. You laugh anyway, an embarrassed flush taking over your features, "And, uh about the... baby stuff-"

"I have an IUD, Joe," You interject before he can even finish his sentence, and you have to bite back a smirk at the way his body sags under your weight with relief, "don't worry about it. But I liked the dirty talk, it was nice."

"'Nice'," Joe bristles, grinning up at the ceiling, "Are you free next Saturday?"

You look at him, puzzled, "Joe, I don't babysit for you on Saturdays."

Joe laughs, "Think it'll have to be my mum for this one, seeing as my babysitter is busy, she's going on a date, you know?"

Your eyes widen momentarily before you regain composure and join in on the little bit of banter, "Really? Is she? Who's she going on a date with, is she going anywhere nice?"

"Ach, nobody really, just some worn out school teacher who's a bit of a loser," Joe looks down at you, wiggling his brows and eliciting a gentle giggle from you in return, "I was thinking SoHo, there's this really nice restaurant that does the most incredible beignets."

"Oof, already talking about deserts? A man after my own heart," You fawn, unable to wipe the stupid grin off of your face, "I think she'll really enjoy that."

"Good, that's what I hoped for. I'm kind of wanting her to stick around."

(the biggest of thank yous to @munsonquinns & @chainsawmunson for being my biggest cheerleaders and spurring me on to write and post this 🖤)

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alissasrandomstuff · 23 days

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Crush On Set

Hi there, so... I have had a soft spot for Joseph for quite a while now, ever since he first appeared as Eddie Munson on screen for Stranger Things. And because I felt like it, I wrote a little story about how (Y/N) became Joseph's girlfriend as an actress for Stranger Things herself. So enjoy <3 English is not my first language, so please be kind and ignore any spelling or grammar mistakes! Word Count: 5k Content Warning: brief mentions of sexual intercourse (but no exact description), one night stand, fluff, angst, reader is female, mentions of virginity

Plot: When a practice session with Joseph in her trailer leads to unexpected intimacy, (Y/N) first thought their friendship crashed because of this. But a heart-to-heart conversation finally reveals the sweet truth.

Feeling a bit stressed out, (Y/N) leans against the edge of the table in her trailer, reading the script for tomorrows scenes.

A knock on her door snaps her out of her thoughts and she looks up, eyes fixating on the door across the room before (Y/N) realizes she has to call the person in.

"Come in!", she says and puts the script down, waiting for her guest to enter. When she sees the small, cute little curls and these puppy-dog eyes, her breath gets stuck in her throat and she can't help but smile at her colleague.

"Hey (Y/N/N), mind if I come in?", Joseph asks in a sweet voice, smiling ever so softly at the girl, to what she only nods quickly. Her eyes scan his body as he moves to close the door behind him, a silent gasp escaping her when he isn't looking.

"Done for today?", she asks to not make her staring too awkward, when in reality she still can't comprehend how insanely beautiful this man in front of her is.

Joseph turns back to her and offers a wide smile, almost melting her heart with this simple gesture, and after that he nods and takes a seat on the couch only a few meters away from the girl.

"I see you're reading the script for tomorrow? You okay?," he suddenly asks and points at the sheets of paper in her hands. She takes a quick look at the paper before nodding, a bit confused about his question.

"Yea, why wouldn't I be?", she asks in a low voice, a little insecure about this whole situation. For the first time since she arrived here and got to know the other actors, she isn't sure about her knowledge in English. English isn't (Y/N)'s first language, yet she always manages to work it out even if she doesn't understand everything.

"I mean the scene we're going to shoot tomorrow," Joseph then says and raises his eyebrows, to which (Y/N) sighs a little.

"Oh, the kissing scene? I guess, I mean... when the Duffer Brothers told me I got the role and I signed the contract, they said things like this could happen and asked if I'm okay with it, but now that it's actually happening..."

Her voice trails off and she lowers her head a little, making it clear to Joseph that she indeed is insecure about the kiss.

"You okay with it being me?", the male continues asking and instantly, her eyes snap back to his.

"Yea, sure, uhm... don't get me wrong, you're amazing Joseph and I wouldn't want anyone else to do this with, it's just... my lack of experience, rather."

Josephs ears perk up and he raises his eyebrows at the girl in front of her.

"You never kissed anyone before?", he asks, more curious than judging, and he sees her cheeks turning into a soft pink.

"I did, but... I was drunk and it was more of a messy make-out session, not a kiss with love... Eddie and (Y/C/N) have feelings for each other, the kiss in the script is soft and intense, passionate... I, yea, never did that, to be honest," she then says, putting a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

Joseph looks at her for a couple of seconds before he gets up and walks up to her, stopping about a meter away from her. Her eyes look up into his brown ones, creating an intense exchange of looks.

"You never had a partner?", Joseph asks quietly, resisting the urge to raise his hand and brush his thumb over her rosy cheek. She looks beautiful like this, a little flushed and all innocent. When she actually shakes her head to his question, he feels a small outburst of happiness inside him.

"Nobody ever wanted to be with me. If I liked them, they didn't. Same the other way around," she whispers with an undoubtedly sad tone in her voice, making Josephs heart ache.

He takes a deep breath and tries to stay calm, thinking about the next thing to say and whether it's too risky or not.

"You wanna... practice a bit?", he asks, his voice more of a whisper than anything more. He watches how her eyes grow bigger, clearly taken by surprise by his question.

"Wh- what do you mean?", she asks back, her voice now a little shaky.

"We can go through the scene, act it out here just for the two of us. Getting comfortable with the setting, preparing for tomorrow. I just want you to be relaxed, not too nervous to film this scene," Joseph explains calmly and offers a warm smile, now raising his hand to tuck another strand of hair behind her ear.

His touch burns on her skin, making her lean into his touch a little more, completely unconscious. Joseph takes a deep breath on her movement, his heart jumping excitedly at the thought of her liking him back.

When she first entered the conference room a few months ago and was introduced to the rest of the team, Joseph thought she was really cute. She still is. And after he really got to know her, something inside him knew that he'd like her more than a friend. He knew he'd develop a crush on her, and now, there's the possibility of her liking him too.

He'd lie if he'd say that he offered to act out this scene beforehand to only make her comfortable. Joseph wants to prepare himself for tomorrow as well, being a little scared of how he'd react if they'd kiss for the first time in front of the camera.

It's not his first on-screen kiss, but he never had feelings for his acting partner before. Joseph is also nervous about tomorrow. When he found out that (Y/C/N) and Eddie, both their characters in Stranger Things, like each other that way and will actually kiss on-screen, it took him a whole hour to process this.

"You'd really do that?", (Y/N)'s voice gets him back into reality and he softly nods, keeping up his calm but soft behaviour.

"O-Okay...", she whispers, making both their hearts jump at this simple word, both not knowing about their feelings for each other.

She gets up wo walk to the wall next to her table, leaning against it and trying to get into her character (Y/C/N). Joseph follows her, raising a hand to put it above her head, imitating the pillar they lean on in the real scene.

"Ready?", he asks in a low voice, almost raspy, and (Y/N) takes a deep breath.

"Yea, it's just a bit hard to imagine you as Eddie right now, the long hair is missing."

Her voice sounds almost teasing, making Joseph smile a bit and he shakes his head.

"Just try your best. If you can do it now, it's gonna be easier for you tomorrow," he encourages her and she nods, taking a deep breath and trying to get into the scene. She knows her text, it's not really a lot, but still, she's incredibly nervous.

When she opens her eyes again, Joseph knows she's ready, so he starts with a line from him.

"Chrissy was in my trailer to buy some drugs, that's the only reason why she was there. The feelings I had for her are long gone already, believe me," he says, now as Eddie Munson with an American accent and he looks her deep in the eyes, nothing but the truth speaking.

(Y/N), or rather (Y/C/N) now, had her arms crossed in front of her chest, now letting them fall limp next to her torso while staring into Eddie's brown eyes.

Her breath becomes faster as she tries to stay calm, both (Y/N) and (Y/C/N) speaking the same language at the moment. Eddie licks his lips, his eyes now glued onto hers which are parted ever so lightly.

(Y/C/N) moves her head a little into his direction, so Eddie places a hand onto her hips almost automatically, not a lot of space left between them.

(Y/C/N) takes one last deep breath before she raises her hands to place them on Eddie's cheeks to pull his face close to her. The next moment, their lips finally touch and both feel how they nearly melt into each other.

Joseph has to try everything to keep the sigh inside that threatens to leave his body, now that he finally knows what her lips feel like. He's glad that they 'practice' before the actual shooting, he wouldn't have been able to control himself if tomorrow would've been the first kiss between them.

(Y/N) feels the exact same way, even if she's still a little hesitant to do something wrong. But the way Joseph returns the kiss makes her feel safe, so she quickly settles and actually enjoys the situation, completely caught up in the moment.

Their lips move against each other in a simple, yet loving rhythm and both of them feel how they start to lose themselves in the moment. (Y/N) unwillingly moves a little closer towards Joseph, so he puts a bit more pressure into their touch, her now being trapped between the man and the wall.

Joseph's hand wanders down the wall until he reaches her head, he entangles the hand in her soft hair. It's a little messy and still damp, seems like (Y/N) showered only a few minutes before.

The pressure of her hands increases a little, pulling Joseph into a deeper kiss, without them both realizing they're getting lost in the heat of the moment. Joseph's hand tightens on the girl's waist, pressing their bodies closer to each other.

There is a moment where they're supposed to disconnect their lips. But that's just what the script says, the two easily miss this moment, too caught up in the kiss.

Without realizing it, they deepen the kiss step by step until Joseph tries to make the next move: his tongue softly swipes over her lower lip to ask for entrance, but that's the moment where (Y/N) becomes aware of the whole scenario.

She breaks the kiss and takes a deep breath, her eyes still glued onto Joseph's lips, which were still connected with hers only a few seconds ago. One look into his half-lidded eyes, though, and she sees how he doesn't care that the intensity of the kiss wasn't scripted.

Both take deep breaths, trying to gain back control while still looking at each other and staying extremely close.

The next second, Joseph pulls (Y/N) in again and presses his lips against hers, craving more than he would've thought. It takes the girl a second to realize what happens before she also kisses him, as intensively as he offers.

Joseph's hands travel downwards to (Y/N)'s thighs and he squeezes them a little, to what (Y/N) slightly jumps and wraps her legs around Joseph's lower body. The two move even closer together, now basically drunk on each other, pressed close.

(Y/N) entangles her hands in the soft locks of the man in front of her and gently pulls them a little to which Joseph silently groans into her mouth. She feels how all of this is affecting him and it makes her cheeks burn.

She doesn't have any experience when it comes to sex, even this kiss is more than she ever did. But surprisingly, she feels okay, even comfortable with Joseph. He makes her feel safe and leads her when she doesn't know what to do.

"Is this okay?", Joseph asks against her lips in that exact moment, and all (Y/N) can do is nod. Her mind is fogged up, but Joseph feels the same. Just one more second and he would've lost control. This has to stop right now or he won't be able to hold back.

But as soon as (Y/N) leans in again and the man feels her soft, pink lips against his own, he knows he lost this fight.

Joseph applies pressure on (Y/N)'s legs to push away from the wall and walk towards her bed. He gently places her down and leans above her, not breaking the kiss once. (Y/N) now crosses her arms in his neck to pull him even closer, not caring anymore about her lack of experience.

All she wants now is to feel Joseph, be even closer to him than now already. Guess that's what you call sexual tension, right?

The next morning, (Y/N) slowly opens her eyes and brushes some strands of hair away from her face. But when she realizes it's not only her own hair, her whole body freezes. She moves her head the slightest bit, only to be greeted by a picture sent straight from heaven.

Joseph's head lays all cuddled up on (Y/N)'s still bare chest, his arms tightly and securely wrapped around her. Some of his curls cover his still closed eyes and his now completely relaxed eyebrows. His lips are parted ever so slightly, allowing soft, almost inaudible snores to escape his mouth.

An intoxicating, comfortable warmth radiates from Joseph's body, but exactly this warmth and the closeness to this man is what makes (Y/N) sweat right now. Not in a good way, though.

She starts trying to escape Joseph's tight grip, and after a few failed attempts, she finally manages to. Grabbing her clothes, (Y/N) puts them on fast yet still quietly to not wake Joseph. Relieved that her plan worked out, she gets up and grabs her phone when her eyes find her alarm clock.

Joseph has to wake up soon as well since today will be a pretty busy day shooting, but it would be best if (Y/N) isn't there when he does. So, to not make him oversleep, she sets an alarm that'll go off in about two minutes, enough time for her to escape.

Before she leaves, (Y/N) quickly brushes her fingers through Joseph's soft yet a bit unruly curls. Then she gets up and leaves her trailer, heading directly towards the food-trailer. She didn't eat a lot yesterday evening, she was... busy.

When the images of last night come to her mind, she has to swallow hard. It's not like she only wanted sex, (Y/N) was incredibly happy that Joseph seemed to crave her as much as she did, but now that it's the next day... (Y/N) just fears she was nothing more than a little one-off, that what happened between her and Joseph didn't mean anything to him.

The girl reaches her destination and shortly greets everyone inside before grabbing some food and sitting down somewhere in peace to enjoy her breakfast. The silence doesn't last long, though, since one of the stylists walks up to her, a little concern in her face.

"Hey (Y/N), do you know where Joseph is?", she asks and a little shiver runs down (Y/N)'s spine at the mention of his name, but she quickly composes herself.

"I don't know, but I guess he should be here soon. Joseph never oversleeps, don't worry."

As soon as (Y/N) ended her sentence, the door of the trailer opened and someone enters. When she looks in Joseph's direction, she freezes once again, forgetting about the food in her hands.

"Speaking of the devil...", she whispers and nods her head towards Joseph to signal the stylist he's there. When (Y/N) sees Joseph starting to walk up to her, she's almost relieved about the make-up artist stopping him and talking to him.

"Na-ah Joseph, we don't have much time left. Grab something to eat and then we go into mask, today's a busy schedule!", the stylist says, and (Y/N) watches how Joseph takes a deep breath before turning away and starting his working day without being able to talk to (Y/N).

She watches how he leaves the trailer together with the stylist and then flinches when someone else sits down right next to her.

"Wohow, chill! It's just me, don't be scared!", Sadie says and raises her hands to calm her friend down, while (Y/N) takes a deep breath and runs a hand over her face.

"You alright?", the redhead asks and tilts her head slightly, to what (Y/N) slowly nods.

"Yea sure, just... didn't get a lot of sleep yesterday," she explains, and it's true. But it's not like she really had the opportunity to try, anyway...

"I bet, you really look sleepy. Had your mind full of today, I guess?", Sadie continues asking and again, (Y/N) nods. Good, her friend thinks she couldn't sleep because of todays shooting scenes and not because she actually slept with Joseph Quinn.

The girls finish their breakfast together, chatting a little here and there to prevent any complete silence and to keep (Y/N)'s mind off the kiss scene. Before that scene happens, (Y/N) still has to shoot some scenes all alone, but at the moment, this is better than the scenes with Joseph.

Hopefully, this is not going to be awkward, the two still didn't have the chance to talk without somebody listening and (Y/N) tries her best to avoid the man the best she can. But even if she tried everything to not talk to Joseph because she's scared of what he's going to say, there is a point where she can't avoid him anymore.

One of the stylists is quickly fixing the way (Y/N)'s hair looks and checks up on her make-up, while the girl is trying her best to not freak out. She already spotted Joseph, now in his full Eddie costume with those long, wild curls and metal-like outfit.

"Okay (Y/N), you're good to go!", the stylist then says and the brunette quickly nods before stepping to the scenery, trying to concentrate on what's about to happen. She looks at the director who's instructing everyone to take their places before her gaze travels to the man she's been avoiding this whole day until now.

Joseph meets her gaze and nods at her, a small, supportive smile on his lips to tell (Y/N) she can do this. This small gesture is enough for her to calm down enough and when the director yells his typical "And... ACTION!", she's instantly in her role as (Y/C/N).

They act out the scene effortlessly, and even if there are some small improvisations from Joseph, everything goes by very smoothly. That's until the scene comes up that (Y/N) and Joseph practiced yesterday before everything... got out of hand.

(Y/N) can feel herself getting more and more nervous the closer the kissing scene comes, but yet she still manages to stay in character and keep everything going. Here and there, a little nervousness slips, but it's still good enough for the scene and the atmosphere, so they don't get cut off.

And when the kiss finally happens, every single drop of affection (Y/N) feels for Joseph rushes through her whole body and into the kiss, making it a little more intense than scripted. In this moment, (Y/N) and (Y/C/N) feel the same, the actress doesn't even have to act in this very situation.

But what she doesn't know: Joseph feels the exact same way.

When the time comes and they have to break the kiss, it's pretty hard for the both of them, but they are able to, still caught up in the moment. Unscripted, Joseph leans forward and leans his forehead against (Y/N)'s, but since Joseph is known to add some improvisations to the scenes, nobody complains.

"Cut! Guys, that was amazing, your chemistry is magical! This scene was absolutely perfect, nothing to add here, we can move on!", the director then shouts and breaks the intense moment between (Y/N) and Joseph.

They had to film some more scenes together directly afterwards, but they were easy compared to the kissing scene, so they went very smoothly and soon enough, everything is done.

"Okay you two, thank you so much, that was great work! You can go and enjoy your evening, we'll continue tomorrow! And for the others, let's get to work, we still have a lot to do!"

That's (Y/N)'s sign to leave the scene and go into the mask to let the stylists take off her make-up and the clothes, letting her change back into some more comfortable ones. After that she leaves the trailer, in hopes she can go and find Jamie. He's always been there for her, almost like a brother for her, so she wants to talk to him. About Joseph, about what happened yesterday and about her feelings for the curly-brownhaired man.

"Jamie!", she yells when she finally finds the blonde man, but it seems like he's right about to get into costume.

"Jamie, can we... can we talk?", (Y/N) asks nonetheless, in hopes this is somehow possible. The girl fiddles her fingers, feels how every drop of sweat runs down on her skin and makes it pretty obvious that something is bothering her.

"Oh honey, I'm sorry... I have to get into costume and you know how much time this always takes...", Jamie answers and (Y/N) feels how the disappointment washes over her.

"Oh, uhm... sure, I didn't mean to disturb you or postpone anything," she mumbles an apology and excuses herself before heading back to her own trailer.

When she enters it, her eyes stay on the bed for a moment, re-living what happened in it yesterday. Her throat feels dry and she opens a bottle of water to maybe cool herself down. The bottle then nearly falls onto the floor when (Y/N) hears the knock on her door. For a moment, she stays silent and just watches the door, trying to find out who it could be.

"Y-yeah?", she then says with a shaky voice, a little insecure if she wants to welcome her visitor in or not. But when she recognizes the long, blonde hair from Jamie, she instantly feels relieved.

"Hey darling," he greets her and offers her a warm, brother-like smile while entering. (Y/N) returns the gesture and sits down on her bed, inviting Jamie to do the same. When the man sits down and turns his head questioningly, all (Y/N) can do is sigh.

"What's bothering my little girl? I see how everything up there in your brain is working, did something happen?", Jamie asks and the girl takes a deep deep breath. Jamie is also good friends with Joseph, so maybe this will be problematic, but (Y/N) just has to talk about the night with somebody.

"I slept with Joseph," she says bluntly and after that, silence takes over the trailer.

"W-wow, okay, that's some news. How did it happen, when did it happen?", Jamie asks carefully and (Y/N) gulps, her hands sweaty and shaky.

"Yesterday in my trailer. Joseph visited me and we wanted to prepare for the kissing scene. You know that I have barely any experience and I was so incredibly nervous, so acting out the scene before the actual shooting seemed like a good idea. We started and everything went well, until... you know, it happened," she tries to explain and Jamie listens to his best friend until she's done.

"How was it?", he then asks and (Y/N) sighs loudly.

"It was good, Joseph was very careful, he knew that it was my first time. I just- I'm scared that it was just a one night stand for him," she finally admits and looks at Jamie, who then realizes what the girl means.

"Oh honey, you like him, right?", he deduces and (Y/N) gulps heavily before nodding. Jamie exhales loudly and scoots closer to take her in his arms and gently brush over her arm.

"You should talk to him. I know, the thought of being rejected is horrifying, but then you know what's going on between you two. Besides, I really have a feeling that Joseph has a huge crush on you."

"You think?", (Y/N) asks and Jamie nods.

"Pretty much, yes. You two were completely sober when things happened. You may have been overwhelmed by your emotions and were completely mind-blown, but Joseph is no virgin anymore. He's aware of his emotions and everything, so my guess is that he just couldn't help himself. He lost the fight against his emotions in that situation because he kissed his crush and in the end it led to you guys hooking up."

When Jamie then left a few minutes later to finally get into his costume, (Y/N) stayed in her trailer to think about what to do. She's still anxious, but Jamie is right, she has to talk to Joseph. Sighing heavily, she gets up again and throws on a hoodie before leaving the trailer to head outside and look for Joseph.

There is still some filming going on, many people are walking around, but Joseph is nowhere to be seen. (Y/N) was on the verge of giving up for today since she'd be able to see the man tomorrow for sure, but that's when she finally discovers him. He's on his way to his trailer, probably to end his working day, so this is the perfect chance to talk to him.

"Joseph!", (Y/N) yells and runs after the man, luckily he heard her and stopped his movements. Joseph watches how the girl comes closer, a cute, big hoodie on that's hiding her beautifully shaped body, making his heart flutter and his body heat up. Yesterday was magical for him, he enjoyed every single second. But now that (Y/N) ignored him all day long except for the scenes they had together, he's insecure about how she feels.

"We, uhm - I think we should talk," (Y/N) then says when she reaches him, standing in front of him and fiddling her fingers, visibly nervous about the tension between the two of them.

"You mean you want to talk about yesterday night?", Joseph asks and turns towards her completely. (Y/N) takes a deep breath and slowly nods.

"Y-yeah, about yesterday, but more specifically... about the two of us," she answers and gulps again, her throat incredibly dry. It's silent for a moment until Joseph nods and invites her into his trailer, so the two enter the vehicle and sit down on the couch, a bit of space between them.

"So, about last night...", Joseph begins, knowing too well how anxious the girl next to him must be, she never had this kind of talk before, especially if this turns out to be nothing more than a one night stand.

"Listen Joseph, I really don't know how this happened. I mean, we acted out the scene and everything was fine, but then... I- I don't...", (Y/N) says, completely overwhelmed, it makes Joseph's heart ache to see her so confused. Did he take it too far? Was it too much to sleep with her? He just... it was perfect in that moment and both of them were fine with it, he didn't even think about the fact she was a virgin. He just... he took her virginity just because he lost control and gave in to his emotions.

"(Y/N), hey...", the man says because of that, feeling bad for making her feel like this, and he softly grabs her hand to make her look at him. She does so, her eyes all big and surprised.

"I didn't mean to make you insecure or confused with what happened between us last night. I know you were overwhelmed by your emotions, that's okay. I was the one that should've stopped, I'm the one with the experience. I understand if it was too much for you and you don't really feel anything for me except for friendship maybe, just say if it was a one night stand for you and we can forget everything, stay friends if you want to."

(Y/N) watches Joseph's face, listens to his words and gulps heavily when he finished his little monologue. Tears rise in the corners of her eyes, threatening to flow over and when Joseph sees this, he raises his eyebrows and instantly pulls her close, embracing her and calming her down the best way he can.

"I- I don't want it to be like that, Jo...", (Y/N) whispers and Joseph looks down to her, seeing how she does cry silently now. The girl slowly pulls away again and looks him in the eyes, locking eye contact.

"Please don't tell me that yesterday meant nothing to you, Jo," she pleads and Joseph raises his eyebrows, a little surprised by her words. But then his gaze becomes soft and he gently pushes away a strand of hair from her beautiful face.

"No darling, yesterday meant a lot to me. From the first day I got to know you, I knew I'd like you, and these feelings grew every day we've got so spend with each other. When I found out about Eddie's and (Y/C/N)'s kiss scene, my heart went wild," he explains calmly and sees how (Y/N) starts to realize what he means.

"Actually, I initially came to your trailer because I wanted to talk to you about my feelings for you. I was scared about the kissing scene, I was scared I might lose myself in the moment just like I did yesterday. So, asking you to practice was also to prepare myself for the scene as well."

(Y/N) gulps heavily, her tears dried down by now, replaced by a look full of hope, maybe even a little love.

"You... you mean you have f-feelings for me? You...", she tries to say, completely taken by surprise about these new information. Joseph smiles at her loss of words, but all he does is nod softly to confirm her guess. It wouldn't end good in any other way. Even if (Y/N) somehow doesn't like him like that, he just couldn't stay silent about that anymore.

"You- wow...", (Y/N) whispers, this just can't be happening. Someone she likes actually likes her back? And this special someone is Joseph Quinn?

She stays silent for a little more time until this outburst of happiness just overwhelms her and she throws herself onto him, hugging him really tight. Joseph laughs at her actions, holding her tight and secure in his arms until she leans away again, smiling brightly at the man.

"Can I take this as an 'I like you too'?", Joseph asks with a low laughter, making (Y/N) bite her lip to keep herself from smiling too much.

"Yes... a 100% yes," she whispers and places her hands on his cheeks to pull him close for a kiss and to finally feel his lips on hers again, this time really sure this is okay and that it is because of love and not just the moment.

Before yesterday she never would've dreamt of this scenario, I mean Joseph Quinn as your boyfriend?

But now... now everything is perfect, (Y/N) couldn't be happier. And Joseph couldn't be, either...

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Pangs of Jealousy (Joseph Quinn)

Author's Notes: A fic about Joseph not wanting his girlfriend to go out for the evening, and wanting her all to himself. Something I write about often I find! Please let me know what you think. I hope you enjoy xoxo

Warnings: Swearing, Established relationship, Mentions of drinking, Sexual references - sexual innuendos, Smut * (oral sex - female receiving, unprotected sex - be safe out there, your choice how) MINORS DNI

Requested: No. Requests are closed.

*My work is not to be transferred, copied, translated or reposted to any other sites without my permission. And you do not have permission. Please see my masterlist for all other works and warnings. Thank you! xoxo

Joseph didn't consider himself to be the jealous type. He was very aware that he had a beautiful, sexy woman on his arm who looked good in a tight black dress. But he was also aware it was him that got to take it off her at the end of the evening and touch the body beneath. So he didn't get too bothered when other men gawked at his girlfriend.

That night, though, he felt pangs of jealousy course through his body as she readied herself for a night out with her girlfriends. He felt territorial as she wiggled by him, the soft feminine scent of her perfume invading his nostrils and he was up off the couch, following her into the bathroom before he knew it.

"That dress is a little tiny, isn't it?" Joseph grumbled as he leaned against the door frame and eyed her backside and thighs in her mini dress.

"Do you think it's too short? I wore a shorter dress to the Stranger Things premiere. Can you see my butt?" She questioned as she turned around to view her backside.

"It's just tight, short. You look really good." He muttered as he scanned her body, thinking filthy things about her so she wouldn't leave. He had never seen that dress before. Why did her girlfriends get to spend the night with her in such a beautiful, sexy dress?

"Thank you. I was thinking about wearing those clear stilettos that I have." She smiled as she turned around to face him.

"The ones you..you wear for me?" Joseph questioned as he stuffed his hands in his pockets and walked over to her.

"You don't think it will look nice?" She whispered as he stood in front of her.

"Those shoes are for me. Those are for when you dance for me, strip your lingerie or feel extra sexy when you suck my -" Joseph smiled as she covered his mouth with her hand.

"Joseph Quinn!" She gasped with a smile as she covered his mouth.

"I'm just saying, those specific shoes are for me. And I'm not out with you tonight." Joseph smirked as he gently removed her hand from his mouth by her wrist. He pressed his body to hers, his hips pinning hers to the vanity.

"Are you a little bit jealous, baby?" She draped her arms over his shoulders, watching his body language.

"Maybe. Skin is so soft, honey." He mumbled as he knelt down in front of her, his hands caressing her thighs. He kissed the inside of either knee, pushing up the hem of her dress as he kissed his way up to the noticeable little wet spot on her panties.

"Joseph, don't start. Baby, no. I have to go!" She breathed out with a laugh as he rubbed his nose through her folds over her panties, inhaling her scent.

"Smell so good. Can I have a taste before you leave me to my own devices for hours? Just left to think about you and your heavenly cunt being wrapped around me all night, wishing I had you screaming for me and tearing our sheets off the bed. Nothing but your stilettos on." Joseph mumbled as he kissed her heat over her panties, his fingertips tracing patterns down her thighs.

"You can, baby. I love your mouth." She whimpered as she tugged his hair then pulled her panties to the side for him.

"So pretty. Fuck. I really can't let you leave now. Look at you, so wet." He grunted as he lapped at her folds and gripped the backs of her thighs to keep her steady. He growled into her pussy as he lifted her left thigh over his shoulder, nuzzling his face deeper into her core.

"Baby." She moaned out loud, her voice echoing off the bathroom walls while she tugged his hair.

"You wanted me, too? Fuck, honey. I need you so badly." Joseph grunted as he stood up again, his chin slick with her arousal while he pushed her dress up to her hips.

"I feel it. Take me to bed, baby." She whispered with a lick of his chin, making him groan.

Joseph took hold of her thighs and lifted her up, carrying her to their bedroom and laying her on their bed still unmade from the morning. He tore his shirt over his head before he dropped to his hands above her again.

"Don't leave me tonight. Stay here. Let me make love to you all night long." Joseph breathed out as he pulled the cups of her dress down to expose her breasts before he reached for his belt.

"All night?" She whispered as she helped pull his jeans down over his backside, kissing the corners of his mouth.

"As long as you can handle me." Joseph nodded before he slipped his tongue in her mouth. He positioned himself between her thighs, his crown ready at her wet hole. He groaned as she spread her thighs wider for him, giving him silent consent to go inside.

She welcomed him back with a tight, wet warmth. Joseph watched as her eyes rolled back, her nails sinking deep into his backside as she whined into his mouth.

"My love, you feel so good. Look so beautiful." Joseph panted as he twisted the sheets in his fists and slowly built a firm, loving pace.

"You feel good. I love you, baby." She whimpered into his mouth as she scratched his back and lifted her hips to his.

"I love you so much, honey. So fucking good to me. Pussy is heavenly." Joseph growled as he pulled her hair a little, making her gasp and squirm around beneath him.

"M'gonna cum, baby." She gasped as he snapped his hips forward and nudged her sweet spot.

"Such a sensitive thing. So in love with you. Cum for me, gorgeous." Joseph panted as he kept his pace firm, aiming for her gspot on every thrust.

She came around him with babbled nonsense, her nails scratching down his back and surely leaving deep marks. Joseph growled from deep in the pit of his stomach as he rode through to his own orgasm, watching her pretty face as she fell apart for him again.

"Oh my god, honey. You're squeezing the life outta me. Fuck. M'gonna cum. Fuck, fuck." Joseph panted as he pounded at her gspot then released inside of her. He dropped his forehead to hers and slipped his tongue in her mouth, moaning as the aftershock coursed through his body.

"Baby." She sobbed into his kiss as she rolled her body into his through her orgasm.

"I know, honey. I know." Joseph cooed as he kissed her forehead and gently pulled out of her quivering little hole. He kissed all over her face and neck while she shivered beneath him, whimpering pathetically through her orgasm.

"You got me all sticky, baby." She whined as he nuzzled his face into her neck.

"That's how I like you. Sticky, full of my cum, whiney and fucked out like this. You're so beautiful, honey." Joseph mumbled as he kissed her neck and shoulder, running his hands over her thighs.

"And you're so jealous." She hummed with a soft tug of his hair.

"Fine. I'm jealous."

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iguessweallcrazyithinktho · 2 years

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hey babee!! could you please do a Joseph fic where reader is a very famous actress ( and also his costar on st4, they both came this season) and he develops a crush on her, meaning him being all nervous around her in interviews etc, and eventually leads to smut with her being a soft dom?!<3

𝐀 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 • Joseph Quinn

GENRE: fluff, smut

PAIRING: Joseph Quinn x female reader

WARNING: shy Joseph, famous reader,

AUTHOR NOTE: I'm getting sick of writing detailed smuts so I barely wrote anything. Sorry

WORD COUNT: 1.4k

After this I'm making the masterlist

Don't repost my content. It's a crime

Three. That is how many months long you and Joseph filmed together and, surprisingly, through all of that he still had a massive crush on you.You were an exceptionally famous actress. You played in Many films since Your late teens and they were a hit. You presently had lots of fans and supporters fixating on you particularly since you were currently in stranger things, Joseph was one of those many fans.

You wouldn't fret Joseph really liking you. You found it adorable and silly perceiving how bothered he got whenever he was around you on set. You were trusting through all the shooting he would ask if you wanted to go out for coffee at least especially after you've demonstrated you weren't seeing anybody, however he didn't do that. It was most certainly in light of the fact that he was shy. It was upsetting you weren't going to lie, however you got another opportunity.

here you were doing press tour with him. Ideally this time around it would be different. He would ask you out and turn his crush on you into something else. and if he didn't you would.

♡︎

You were sitting down in your interview chair. Right to your left was Joseph's which was empty at the moment. Five minutes had passed then the door opened, You looked up from your phone to see Joseph walk in. He greeted a few people before he turned and walked towards you.

You smiled at him. “Hi Joseph.”

He muttered a hi back with a smile before sitting down beside you.

Are you ready for the interview?" You switched off your phone and set it down next to your seat.

"definitely, I'm very ready." he muttered. You grinned at him as you turned away and looked elsewhere in the room. You didn't see Joseph breathe out through his mouth when you looked away. It was going to be a long hard day for him but he was ready.

The interview began soon after. The questioner began asked you and Joseph questions about the show. They were little straightforward questions, nothing you haven't been asked previously. It was towards the end where the more interesting question came forth.

"so Joseph, y/n, we realize this is your first time working together. How was it?"

You looked to Joseph and grinned. "It was amazing to work with him." You put your hand on Joseph's arm. His cheeks became red at your touch and words.

"he's actual sweet and kind. Always asked how my day was going and if I'm I'm fine. An actual sweetheart. I truly love having him as a costar.”

Joseph tuned in as you wrapped up your answer to the question. Presently his face was beating red. There was no denying he adored your answer.

"Joseph what is your response of that answer y/n just gave?”

You turned to Joseph. You chuckled as you took in the sight of his red cheeks instantly.

“um it's nice to hear that from her. I feel the same way. She's sweetheart on set. I really enjoyed our time together even if she made me nervous at times.”

Joseph brought his hand to his face to hide his blushing. You smirked as you turned back to the interviewer who was smirking right back at you.

After a good three hours every interview was over. You stood in the back of the room ready to leave and go back to your hotel.

“hey, y/n.” You looked up to see Joseph standing there. His hands were tucked in his pocket, a shy smile was on his face.

“hi Joseph.”

“are you doing anything after this?” he asked as he looked at you. “No. I was just going back to my hotel.” you responded as you shook your head. “Why do you wanna know?”

Joseph laughed slightly at the question. “Uh I was just wondering if you wanted to go out for some coffee or something?”

You brought your lip in between your teeth. “Hm that sounds like a good idea.” you watched as Joseph eyes lit up at you saying yes. He's been trying to figure out how to ask you this simple question and now that he has he could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

“I'm going to go to my hotel room and change. I'll meet you down stairs in 30 minutes.”

You went back to your hotel, you took a quick shower, fixed your makeup, and changed into a better, comfortable pair of clothes. When you finished you walked down to the lobby.

Joseph was already waiting for you there. When he saw you his adorable smile appeared. “Ready to go?”

You nodded. “Ready as can be.”

You and Joseph walked out of the hotel down the streets. It wasn't long before you both made it to a small cafe. It was very nice. there wasn't many people there which was ideal for the both of you.

“here we are.” Joseph said with a grin. the first thing that hit you when you walked in was the fresh smell of coffee and baked goods. You had to hold back your moan the smell.

“it's nice isn't it?” You turned your head and looked at Joseph. “Yeah, it's very nice.”

“this is one of my favorite places to come whenever I'm around here. Just thought I would bring you.”

You smiled at the thought of him bringing you to one of his favorite places. It was a small act but it made you feel all fluffy inside.

You took a seat in a booth in the back while Joseph brought somethings. It took less than 5 minutes for him to return with two cups and a bag of goodies.

“I got you a latte and a croissant. I heard they were your favorite so I got them for you.” he placed the bag down in front of you then sat across from you.

“where'd you hear that these were my favorite?” you asked looking at him.

Joseph chuckled softly. The same soft red appeared on his cheeks as he avoided eye contact.

“why are you so shy?” You reached across the table and took his hand in yours. Joseph looked at your intertwined fingers. The butterflies in his stomach went crazy at the action.

“you just make me shy.”

“do I?”

Joseph nodded. His brown eyes met yourself as he nodded. If you weren't paying attention you wouldn't have seen it cause it was so light.

“well I'm flattered, but you don't have to be nervous around me.”

You pulled your hand from his. You began to eat your crossiant and drinking your latte while chatting with Joe.

You discovered a lot about each other. It was very nice to talk about things with him without any interruptions or anyone watching.

After a good 30 minutes in the cafe you both thought it was best to leave. you walked back to the hotel together in quiet.

When you got to the hotel you got in the elevator together. As soon as the door shut you turned to Joseph and pulled him into a kiss. It took a second for him to notice what was happening but when he did he began kissing you back. It lasted a good 30 seconds before the door opened and you pulled away.

You walked out together, down the hall to your door. Joseph's was right across from yourself. As you tried to find your key you turned around to see him looking at you.

“um do you wanna come in?” You blurted out before you could think. Joseph nodded. You opened the door and walked in, Joseph right behind you. When he shut the door your lips were on his. You both made out. Joseph had started walking you back against the bed until you fell on to it.

Your clothes were removed not long after your body hit the bed. Soon after Joseph was in you thrusting in a fast pace. Both your moans filled the room up. T wasn't long before you came and he did on your stomach.

You both laid in your bed breathless and fucked out.

“so do you wanna go on a second date or are you going to continue to be shy?” you asked him.

Joseph laughed and looked at you. “Yes and yes.” You laughed, leaning over and kissed him.

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Deadly Reunion| Chapter 12

Eddie Munson x female!reader // a stranger things apocalypse au

summary: You and Eddie have been best friends since childhood. But when the outbreak happened five years ago, you were torn from one another in the chaos. but now you’re left alone, after your group was killed by another radical crew, leaving you to seek out what was once home. // zombie apocalypse Hawkins set in 1993

warnings: angst + adult themes w/ descriptions of violence, blood, torture + other zombie apocalypse related issues

word count: 2.3k+

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You stood there with the cool breeze moving between the two of you, causing goosebumps to erupt across your skin. Eddie stood before you with his back still facing you. Eddie felt like his heart was in his throat as the silence between you two thickened more and more with each passing second.

“You thought me not coming with you to LA meant I didn’t love you?” You spoke, your voice so soft it was barely over a whisper.

“Why wouldn’t I think that?” Eddie looked over his shoulder at you. His large dark eyes held a sadness that made your chest tighten and ache. “The one person I wanted to come with us the most didn’t. I…Maybe I’d made up everything in my head and you didn’t love me. Instead, you were ok to leave me…like everyone else.”

The ache in your chest changed into complete anguish as you heard his words. You hesitated momentarily before moving across the small space of the roof and wrapping your arms around him. Eddie’s body went stiff for a moment before he relaxed and wrapped one of his arms across your shoulders. You pressed your face into his chest and quickly you were surrounded by his scent. Cigarettes, leather with a hint of mint, and body wash.

“I’m so sorry, Eddie.” You spoke, your voice muffled slightly. “That never even…fuck.”

Eddie bent down, pressed his lips into your hair, and stood there momentarily. Both of you were unmoving, and you stepped back away from him after a long moment. Eddie tucked his head out, but you saw the glisten of unshed tears.

“I’m not mad you didn’t say anything,” You spoke, “I mean…why would you after what I did.”

“The nights I wanted to pick up the phone and just call you, sweetheart, and hear your voice. But I could never bring myself to do it for some reason. It was like any moment it came to dialing your number…I froze.”

You nodded your head, “It was the same with me. It works both ways, Eds, I could’ve called too.”

Eddie nodded his head and took a deep breath “Let’s not dwell on the past too much.”

“The past is why we are here,” You frowned.

Eddie looked back over the barren land that spanned out and seemed to melt in with the dark sky. “Well, we can move forward, right? Cause I have really missed my best friend, I don’t know about you.”

You nodded your head. “I’ve missed him too.”

Eddie looked at you with a smirk, “So I’m forgiven? We’re good?”

You sighed heavily and nodded your head before moving to stand beside him. For the first time in a while, you felt like a little of the pressure that was weighing you down was lifted. But you couldn’t help the small voice in the back of your head telling you to run. That you could possibly be stepping into a much worse danger than you ever have before.

“You’re forgiven,” You spoke, before moving to lean into him slightly, and resting your head on his shoulder. “So weird, still doesn’t feel real that…this is happening. That this is real.”

“I know, I’ve been feeling the same to be honest.” Eddie chuckled softly. Finishing off his cigarette before flicking it over the edge of the roof. “But when we get back to the camp, maybe we can take things slow. Learn to be friends again before anything else?”

“I would really, really like that.”

There was a long pause before Eddie spoke again, “Would it be weird to ask to kiss you again?”

You didn’t have to look up at him to hear the smirk that was across his lips.

“Oh my god, Munson.” You giggled lightly, before soon you felt the callous of Eddie’s hand against your cheek as he pulled you close. His lips press tightly against yours in a soft kiss, before Eddie pulled back.

“Mmm, yeah,” Eddie smiled, “Much better than I imagined.”

You rolled your eyes slightly before pulling back away from him. “Might be the only one you get for a while. Cause we’re taking this slow, slow…we have to build our friendship up first.”

“I agree, sweetheart, I agree,” Eddie spoke with a small nod of his head.

The next couple of hours passed quickly - and soon enough Steve and Robin came and switched out with you and Eddie. Your body was so heavy with fatigue, you barely remembered much after that. Instead, you woke up with a heaviness to your body from sleeping on the uncomfortable, dirty floor. Everyone packed up quickly before slowly leaving out of the station. The day was already heavy and hot with the sun above in the sky.

“Alright, let’s get to our destination today so we can get back to camp. I’m sure we all are ready to be back and safe.” Steve spoke to the entire group.

There was a wave of murmurs of agreement as the group of you started down the road toward Redding. The travels were, thankfully, uneventful. A few straggling Flayed along the road but nothing that anyone could handle within the group. You just were thankful not to run into any more packs. The city limit sign of Redding came into view after a few hours of travel.

Redding was a town that was slightly larger than Hawkins. But as the few of you walked through the abandoned streets of downtown, you saw that it looked to have been hit worse. Windows were broken in storefronts. Holes were blown into the side of the building from what you could only imagine was some sort of bomb.

It was something you never got used to seeing.

Your eyes scanned over the town, not snapping back till you heard your name called.

“…Buckley and Munson, why don’t you hit the two pharmacies. One is here downtown along with another about four blocks over.” Steve spoke while holding a map in his grasp. “I’m going to hit the Urgent Care with the others and then we meet at the hospital.” Everyone nodded their head as he spoke, “Be safe and be vigilant. Don’t want others to be hurt.”

Everyone split up into their respective groups, with you trailing behind Eddie and Robin as they led toward the first pharmacy. The building seemed to be crumbling from the outside in, with bricks falling away from the structure and littering the ground beneath. As the earth began to reclaim it with foliage growing over it.

Eddie approached first and held his arm out, signaling for you and Robin to stop. You paused with her on the street, as Eddie slowly approached the front. His gun was aimed forward as he approached. You and Robin scoped out for anything that would be considered a threat. The sound of the metal door creaking loudly caused you to look back toward Eddie, watching as he disappeared inside.

You didn’t realize you’d been holding your breath till he appeared back in the doorway after a while, giving a slight wave to signal it was all clear. A large puff of air passed through your lips as you headed toward the front entrance, your weapon tight in your grasp with Robin following close beside you.

“Building is clear, but the building seems to be falling apart, so step carefully,” Eddie spoke, pulling his bandana back over his mouth and nose.

You grimaced at the smell of mold and dust that was heavy in the air as you walked inside. The floor beneath you creaked loudly with the weight of the three of you, it was enough to make your heart jump slightly with each groan.

“I’ll sweep behind the counter if the two of you want to head into the actual pharmacy part. Seems there might be some bottles still on those shelves.”

“What else are we looking for?” You spoke as you slipped your gun back into its holster and grabbed your flashlight, walking toward the back area.

“Anything that would seem to be good for the medics. Antibiotics, gauze, sutures – you know that kind of stuff.” Eddie spoke, his voice sounding farther and farther away the more you walked away.

“You ever have that uneasy feeling that seems to sit in the pit of your stomach like a lead ball,” Robin spoke as she searched through shelves, reading labels of scattered bottles. “Been feeling it ever since we left that fucking house in the woods.”

“That’s not exactly something I want to be hearing right now,” You spoke with a small chuckle. “For sure don’t wanna be hearing that we’re standing in a building that is obviously falling apart.”

“I can’t help it. I’ve always been an anxious person.” Robin spoke with a nervous chuckle, a weary look on her face as you looked at her.

“Let’s just be quick, ok?” You spoke, moving through to the next aisle of the pharmacy, grabbing nearly any bottle that sounded useful.

You and Robin moved through quickly before leaving back toward the front. Your eyes scanned over the front of the shop looking for Eddie, seeing the dark curls as they seemed to search through the drawers of a counter.

“Found some aspirins and some other prescriptions with words I can’t make out,” You spoke, with Robin following behind you tossing your finds into her bag. “What have you got Munson?”

“Eh, not much really. Found a first aid kit half used.” He shrugged.

“Let’s get out of here, this place is making me feel like we’re gonna fall through the floor any second,” Robin spoke with a rush, before heading out the front door.

Eddie let out a small laugh as he watched her rush out, before quickly moving to hop over the counter, “Buckley’s always been a bit…anxious about things.”

“I am quickly learning that” You spoke, “But she’s right this building is a death trap, let’s go.”

The two of you stepped out and almost instantly you felt the hairs on the back of your neck rise s you stepped back into the sunlight. Robin was standing barely outside of the doorway, frozen, with her back facing the two of you.

“Buckley, you…” Eddie began to speak, but Robin’s hand rose up quickly with her palm out, and Eddie fell silent almost instantly.

Quickly you knew that something was wrong.

Your eyes scooped and looked around trying to find what had spooked her.

“Robin, you’re really freaking me the fuck out,” You whispered with your gaze returning to her. Seeing the look on her face, her face fell pale like a ghost.

“Listen…” Robin spoke.

You and Eddie stood there looking at each other as silence came down around the three of you.

And within a few seconds, you heard it. It was faint and honestly, you were impressed that Robin was able to hear it.

Voices, unfamiliar voices.

You might not have spent a lot of time with Steve and the others. But you were confident about whether or not you’d be able to tell his voice from others. And the voices you were hearing were ones you’d never heard before.

“Where the fuck are those coming from,” Eddie spoke with a harsh whisper.

“North, from the distance and echo, I would say roughly four to six blocks,” Robin spoke, turning to look over her shoulder toward Eddie.

“How in the hell…” You began to question but shook your head. “How were you able to hear them?”

“Just good hearing,” Robin shrugged “I think we can make it to the hospital if we move through the back alleys.”

You knew it was wiser to avoid groups whenever possible.

“Too much of a risk, we don’t know how many people are within the group.” You spoke. “As much as you hate it, Robin, we should just go back inside.”

“We should warn Steve and the others,” Robin spoke as the three of you backed back into the pharmacy.

Eddie shuffled through his bag and grabbed the walkie-talkie, turning the volume up quickly before pressing the button. “Harrington, do you copy? Harrington.”

Eddie released the button causing the static of the line to come through. As the three of you sat there, the sound of the voices became louder – meaning they were closer. You all sat against and behind the counter that Eddie had been rifling through only moments ago.

“Harrington, goddamn it,” Eddie whispered screaming into the walkie again.

This time it was only a few seconds before an answer came back through.

“Munson? What’s wrong?” Steve’s voice came through, slightly distorted due to the distance between the groups.

“We have trespassers, not sure how many,” Eddie answered back. “We’re hiding out in the pharmacy.”

“Stay put, we’re gonna get a vantage point, wait for an update. Only engage if needed.”

“Copy,”

Eddie turned the volume back down before moving toward the window at the other side of the counter. The window was dirty with mud caked across most of it, but there were small spots where one could try and look out. Eddie’s eyes scanned through the streets looking for any sign of those they heard.

“Do you see anything?” Robin whispered.

“No.” He spoke with frustration in his voice.

But as he spoke, the loud familiar pop echoed through the streets before a window cracked and broke. Eddie ducked back down and pressed his back against the wall, both you and Robin jumping at the sound. There was a pause, a silence before everything erupted. You next felt Eddie pressing his body down on top of yours and Robins.

This chapter was more minor than others but was mostly a filler. The new conflict will be coming and readers past will be coming back up again. Also...Eddie and Reader made up! The angst will mostly come from zombies, bad guys, and people dying or having near-death experiences. Consider that a warning now hahaha

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ali-r3n · 1 year

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Domestic

Joseph Quinn x F!Reader

Joseph is greeted by his girlfriend in the bath when he returns home from a trip

Just some domestic fluff with Joseph Quinn. RPF {If you don't like, don't read}

Y/N slipped into the steamy water. She settled back against the tub with a content sigh. Her eyes closed as she leaned her head back.

She perked up when the door opened.

“Am I interrupting anything, Love?”

“Never.” She opened her eyes and looked over at her boyfriend.

Joseph wore a pair of jeans and a white buttoned down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Three of the buttons were undone and revealed his signature chains around his neck and a little bit of chest hair.

“You’re early.”

A cheeky grin spread on his face. “Oh, I’m sorry. Should I leave and come back later?” He began to move towards the door.

The water sloshed as she sat up. “Don’t. You. Dare.”

He turned to face her. His chocolate brown eyes twinkled with mischief.

“Are you just going to stand there and stare or are you going to join me?”

“I thought you would never ask.”

Joseph walked towards the tub as he unbuttoned his shirt. Y/N watched his dexterous fingers slowly work each button like the cheeky fucker he was. He stared deeply into her eyes as he pulled the shirt over his shoulders and down his arms. He dropped the fabric on the tiled floor and inched his hands down to his belt.

“Joseph Anthony Quinn!” she exclaimed when his tortuous striptease got to be too much. “I swear to God!”

He laughed and worked at removing the rest of his clothes at a reasonable pace.

“Scoot up, Love.”

She did so that he could climb in behind her. Once he was settled she leaned back against his chest. Joseph wrapped his arms around her middle and ran the tips of his fingers over the skin of her stomach. He pressed a kiss to her shoulder and trailed it up to her neck.

“How was your trip?”

“Long,” he answered, against her warm skin. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, Joey.”

He kissed her cheek. “Come with me next time.”

“Really?”

Joseph nodded. “I had fun and enjoyed seeing all of my fans, but there was a part of me that was miserable without you.”

Y/N turned to face him and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips.

“Of course I’ll come with you.”

His face lit up like a kid waking up on Christmas morning and he peppered her face with kisses.

She giggled.

“I love you, Y/N/N.”

“I love you too, Joey.”

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shanakin-skywalker · 2 years

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Bat!Eddie would absolutely burrow in between AFAB!Reader’s breasts. They are so soft and warm, how can he not? You’ll wake up in the morning feeling something fuzzy on your chest and he’s just sleeping away. Any time he can, he’s there.

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damon-loves-pie · 1 year

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“Thank You For Still Playing.”

Pairing: Eddie Munson x female reader.

Word count: About 3,300 words

Warnings: 18+, setting is mostly at a bar and all that goes with it, emotional talks about family, implied abuse but nothing descriptive, Enemies to lovers implied, fake relationship. (I think that is all. Please let me know if I missed something.)

Summary: Robin wants a fun night out and drags reader to Eddie’s show at the hideout even though Eddie and reader don’t always gets along. Steve meets someone who is insecure about reader and he states reader is dating the lead singer of the band, Eddie Munson, Not expecting the musician to join them. After talking both of them realize all their anger stemmed from something that happened in middle school.

Author’s note: I am going to be completely honest, I didn’t plan for this story to end up like this. I had a whole different ending in mind but decided to go a different route halfway through. But I am actually super happy with how it turned out!

I hope you enjoy as much I did writing it!

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"Come on (Y/N), it would be fun and you like that kind of music anyway." Robin begs while I'm stocking the romance section, looking like she's thinking about getting on her hands and knees.

She had been asking me all week to go out with her this weekend.

"Why would I want to go see Eddie Munson's band play at some shitty little bar?" I ask her, glancing up from the pile of tapes in my hand with an eyebrow raised.

"Because the drinks are cheap?" She shrugs sheepishly making me roll my eyes in response since the drinks at my house are cheap too.

Feeling defeated Robin moves and leans against the rack I was working on.

"Come on, please. I just need a fun night." Robin pleads, as I shake my head in rejection to her invite.

"Aren't you going with Steve? He's fun sometimes." I shrug, placing the last tape onto the shelf.

"Yes, but he's Steve and I need someone who's actually fun and won't leave me to talk to girls." She explains motioning over to the register where he was flirting with another customer yet again. Sighing I turn back towards her, desperation screaming in her eyes.

I guess I could deal with being around Eddie Munson for a few hours.

"Okay, I'll-

"Yes! Thank you! Thank you! You don't understand how bad I need this." She thanks excitedly, clapping her hands together tightly.

"Only, and I mean only if you buy me at least one drink every hour we are there." I finish, pulling away from the rack.

"Anything you want, it's on me. I promise. We're going tomorrow since Becky and Keith are closing." Robin tells me, still smiling as we start to walk up to the register.

"And Steve here will be picking us up at eight." Robin continues, placing her hands on the counter.

"You actually got miss stick in her ass to agree to going?" Steve jokes, leaning towards us as I huff.

"I do not have a stick in my ass!"

"You do when it comes to Eddie." Robin admits as my mouth drops more.

"Thank you!" Steve says to her lifting his hand up.

"I do not have a stick in my ass when it comes to Eddie. He's just a dick to me for god knows what reason and I'm not going to force myself to be in situations with him on purpose." I say defensively seeing Steve rolls his eyes at me.

"I think you two just need to fuck out your problems if I'm being honest." He mumbles under his breath.

"As if that would ever happen." I grimace leaning onto my elbows, shaking my head.

"Wouldn't be the strangest thing to happen after everything." Robin reminds me as a customer walks in, taking us back into the reality of our job the rest of the night.

It was leaning close to eight and I still wasn't ready to go.

If I'm being honest, I don't know what to wear tonight. Robin wants a fun time so do I dress up for that? Or do I dress down so Eddie didn't think I was dressing up see them play like some groupie?

Normally I wouldn't care what someone would think about what I wear and when but I already wasn't wanting to spend my night off at the local dive bar and didn't know what tonight actually had in store.

Settling on a short plaid skirt and plain black top I decided this would have to do tonight, slipping on a pair of fishnets and boots with it.

It was not too much, but not too casual either which was perfect for what I was going for.

Steve and Robin arrived right on the dot, excited to go out for a change.

The bar was pretty full already as we arrived with it being a Friday night, the people of the town wanting to head out for a good time.

"Want a drink?" Robin asks us as we make our way to the bar.

"I need a drink." I laugh, eyes focusing on the crowd as I scanned threw.

Adverting my eyes to the stage I see Mr. Munson already staring with a smirk playing on his lips as we make eye contact.

"Oh god." I breathe, turning around quickly towards the bar.

"What?" Steve asks confused, turning around to see Eddie walking towards us.

"Hey, you guys made it to a show." Eddie smiles giving Steve and Robin a side hug while I tried to not look at them, tapping my fingers lightly on the counter.

"Well I wanted a night out and figured I could support a friend, a local business, and have a fun night all in one." Robin tells him, taking a seat onto one of the stools.

"Mmh, funny to see you here (Y/L/N)." He says directly to me, leaning against the counter next to me.

Adverting my gaze to his cocky brown eyes, I see the bartender approaching from the corner of my eye.

"You have Robin to thank for that." I say coldly to him before turning towards the pretty brunette who making small talk with Robin and Steve.

"Wouldn't dare to think you came here on your own will." He chuckles, leaning in closer to get her attention.

Tapping the counter he leans back,

"Lane, put these three's first round on my tab." He asks, backing away from the counter.

"These are my friends- well most of them." He finishes, sending me a wink as he goes to head back on stage.

"God he's such a dick." I tell them as I sip on straw.

"You took the free drink he bought you though." Steve reminds me as I knock my shoulder lightly against his.

"I would take a free drink from almost anyone." I argue as Robin laughs.

"Girls man." Steve shakes his head, spinning the stool to face the counter.

Giggling with Robin, I turn around to face the counter with him.

"Steve babe." I ask as he raises an eyebrow suspiciously.

"What do you want?" He asks.

"Since you're already probably going to be spending some money buying girls who have no interest in getting laid tonight drinks, - why don't you start with buying a round of shots for the two you know are going home with you?" I ask nicely, batting my eyelashes.

Steve goes to speak but looks defeated waving Lane over.

"To tonight." Steve says, holding up his drink.

"To tonight!" Me and Robin cheers, clinking ours with Steve's.

3 shots in and a mixed drink, I was starting to feel really good. The anxiety about tonight faded away as I realized I started swaying to the sound of Eddie's voice.

"You know, their band actually isn't terrible. I think I would be okay coming again." I tell the two as they nod.

"From what I heard before we got too far away in the upside down, he was great." Steve agrees.

"They are starting to get more recognition, they've been playing weekend shows the past month because more people keep requesting them." Robin tells us, leaning in so we could hear.

Nodding, I take a sip of my drink seeing Robin tapping her foot to the beat of the music.

"Want to go dance in the front?" I ask as she smiles, clearly surprised as I stand up.

"You wanted a fun night right?" I tell her, grabbing her hand.

Turning towards Steve, I laugh.

"Consider the stick removed for the night." I joke, waving him off as we go to move to the front of the stage.

Standing below the stage I started to sway my hips, holding hands with Robin as we cheered with the rest of the crowd.

Sending us a quick wink Eddie continued singing, the vein in his neck sticking out as he belted out the lyrics.

He actually looked kind of hot like this, his bangs sticking to his forehead as his fingers moved skillfully up and down the neck of his guitar, the other hand plucking at the strings.

If he wasn't such a dick, he would of looked fuckable.

Shaking the feeling off I turned towards Robin, waving our arms up in the air with the crowd.

After getting refills we found a table since the bar was full, taking a seat as Steve came up quickly, bending over to whisper at me and Robin.

"I don't have time to explain but I may have to find you guys other rides home and (Y/N) the girl walking up thinks you're dating a member of the band because she was worried about you." Steve scrambles to get out as we're approached by a blonde in a red dress before I could even question why he would say that.

"Erin! These are my friends and coworkers, (Y/N) and Robin. The one's I told you about." Steve smiles as she waves.

We all exchange introductions while she took a seat, smiling as we all discussed how the night was going.

"Did you guys enjoy the show?" Eddie asks walking up to our table as Erin's eyes grew.

"This is your boyfriend right?" She asks me causing my mouth to fall open.

Eddie chuckles nervously, eyes roaming the girl as he see's Harrington's hand on her knee.

"Steve, why would you tell her that?" I ask him sternly as Erin looked confused between us.

Steve turned pale stuttering when Eddie wraps an arm around my shoulder before taking a seat next to me.

"It's okay sweetheart, there's no reason to keep it a secret anymore. It's not Steve's fault." He plays as Erin smiles.

I look at Eddie who motions his eyes to Steve.

"Right." I agree knowing I should help my friend, turning towards the couple.

"It's just we thought it would be better to keep our relationship private for the sake of the band's fans." Eddie explains to Erin.

"Yeah, I'm sorry I shouldn't of told her. How about I go get a round for all of us to apologize?" Steve asks standing up.

"I'll help you." I tell him, removing Eddie's arm off of me.

We smile to the others before heading over to the bar.

"Steve why would you do that to me!" I whisper yell at him, smacking his arm slightly.

"I'm sorry, Erin thought you were my type and wondered if there was anything between us. I panicked and that was the first thing that came to my mind." He explains.

"God you are so lucky I love you." I groan.

"I'll cover any two nights you want at work." He offers as I glare at him.

"Four." I argue.

"Three." He retaliates as I sigh knowing it wasn't getting any better than that. He had gotten used to arguing with the kids.

"Deal." I tell him as he orders the drinks.

"So (Y/N), Eddie here says you play the guitar as well?" Erin asks as we arrive back at the table.

"Yeah actually I do." I tell her as Eddie scoots closer to me.

"She beat me in our middle school talent show with her skills." Eddie informs her as I glance over at him.

"Oh yeah, I remember you won that year." Robin snaps pulling my attention towards her.

"Was a lot for a young boy to take." Eddie laughs, nudging his shoulder with mine.

"You two look like you work great together." Erin awes at us.

"Yeah, I look up to the relationship these two have. Hoping one day I'll be as happy as they are." Steve agrees as I shoot daggers at him.

Gareth walks up tapping Eddie on the shoulder, giving us a confused look as Steve pleads with his eyes, worried his cover was about to be blown.

Gareth shakes his head, not even wanting to know what was going on with Eddie now as he goes to speak.

"Hey man, the van is loaded up but I'm going to go ahead and head home in a little while." He tells him.

"Could I catch a ride with you actually?" Robin asks standing up nervously.

"Wait how am I going to get home?" I ask her, holding her arm.

"Why can't Eddie take you since he's your boyfriend?" Erin asks confused.

"Boyfriend?" Gareth asks turning towards us.

"Yeah boyfriend Gareth. It's alright, we're telling people now since Steve spilled the beans. The band's fans will be fine." Eddie tells him winking as Gareth catches on that it's Harrington's fault.

"Oh, okay well that's good to know. And yeah Robin I'll give you a ride, come on." He motions towards the exit.

"Yeah we should probably get going too sweetheart." Eddie asks, connecting his hand with mine.

"We should shouldn't we?" I agree, wanting to get out of this situation as fast as possible.

"It was great meeting you Erin, and I hope we get to spend some time together soon." I smile, standing up.

"That would be great! Maybe we all could go on a double date sometime!" She suggests.

"That would be great! Steve we can talk about it Monday at work." I tell him, grabbing Eddie.

"Hope you two enjoy the rest of your night and thank you for coming to the show." He smiles, bowing slightly as I grab his hand to lead him outside.

"God I'm going to kill Steve." I groan as the cool night air hits my face.

"Come on it wasn't that bad." Eddie chuckles, motioning his pack of cigarettes towards me.

"Yeah, I'll take one." I sigh, grabbing the pack and lighter from him.

"Guessing I need to take you home?" He asks leading me towards his van.

"Yeah," I sigh stopping as he goes to walk to the drivers seat.

"Wait, fuck." I curse, pulling on my hair.

"What is it?" Eddie asks, walking back towards me.

"I can't go home tonight. I was supposed to crash at Steve's." I tell him, throwing my hands into the air.

"God I am going to kill him." I say taking a drag, Eddie sits there quietly smoking his cigarette before he scratches the back of his head.

"Look, I know it's not ideal. But if you're going to get in trouble going home, you could just crash at my place. I'll sleep on the floor, it's not a big deal." He offers. Inhaling, I look at him.

"You would really be okay with that?" I ask him.

"I mean yeah, I wouldn't want you to get hurt or something." Eddie shrugs.

"What do you mean get hurt?" I raise an eyebrow as he blows out smoke.

"Look (Y/N), it's a small town. Everyone knows how your dad is." He says quietly as I go to turn around, not feeling like being judged.

"(Y/N), I didn't mean anything bad about it. Hell my father was the same way." Eddie tells me, grabbing my hand.

"I'll just wait 10 minutes and call Robin and ask if I can crash there." I tell him.

"Come on, you know Buckley is going to be passed out as soon as she see's her bed. She's such a lightweight." He reminds me as I sigh.

"God, you're right." I agree, moving side to side on the heels of my feet.

"I'll stay the night with you I guess." I tell him as he leads me to the passenger side, opening the door for me.

"Don't worry about getting in trouble here, Wayne won't care and he's at work tonight anyway." Eddie says letting me into the trailer.

"My bedroom is back here." He motions as I follow him through the kitchen and down the hall.

His bedroom seemed to fit him as he hung up his guitar.

It was defiantly messy, meaning he probably didn't expect anyone to come back with him.

Clothes were thrown around the floor, mello-yello bottles littered across the stand and dresser.

Posters and handcuffs on the wall? My eyes widen as he notices my gaze.

"Oh uh, one of Hopper's stupid deputies tried arresting me for a joint my junior year but I managed to get away from him." He chuckles, playing with his rings.

"It was officer Callahan wasn't it?" I laugh, raising a brow at him.

"Yeah, it was." He tells me, smiling as he headed towards his dresser.

"He totally sucks." I smile.

I watched quietly while he rummaged through his drawers pulling out a worn out Metallica shirt and some boxers.

"Here, I know that your clothes couldn't possibly be comfortable to sleep in no matter how much you had to drink. The bathroom is the next room over." Eddie says handing me the clothes.

"Thank you." I mutter going to change.

When I come back the room looks cleaner and Eddie himself was in an old t-shirt and boxers as well.

"Like I said you can have the bed and I'll lay here." He motions towards the partially made bed.

I crawl in being ingulfed by the smell of old spice, weed, and cigarettes, realizing that's what I smelled when Eddie wrapped his arm around me.

"Goodnight, Eddie." I say as he turns off the light.

"Goodnight." He tells me.

I close my eyes waiting for sleep to take over hearing Eddie rustle below me.

This goes on for about 30 minutes till I speak up.

"Eddie, you can just lay up here with me if you want. I know it has to be uncomfortable down there." I sigh.

"Are you sure?" He asks as I hum in response.

I hear movement as he places his pillows onto the bed before crawling on.

We both lay there quietly in the dark.

"Are you awake?" Eddie asks, turning his whole body towards me.

"Yeah, I'm awake." I tell him, looking over.

"I couldn't stand you in middle school." He admits to me.

"In middle school? I thought you couldn't stand me now?" I ask, turning towards him.

"I was so angry a girl as pretty as you, could sing and play the guitar better than me." He laughs as I smile slightly.

"So that's why you don't like me? Because I won our middle school talent show?" I question.

"To be honest, I think it's because I knew you wouldn't have noticed me back then. I didn't have much, my hair was buzzed and I constantly wore hand me downs my uncle found at the thrift store since my dad had just been arrested. So it was easier to act like I didn't like you." Eddie says to me.

"But we aren't in 8th grade anymore? Why do you still give me attitude ninety percent of the time." I ask him.

"Sometimes when I'm on that stage I think about how it felt to not win when that's all I had to be excited for at the moment and I'm realizing it wasn't your fault especially since you went through your own hard times. " He sighs, before continuing.

"I just want to say I'm sorry, and that I've actually always thought you were pretty awesome." Eddie finishes.

"Can I tell you something?" I ask him.

"Hm?" He questions.

"You were never invisible to me, even back then. Plus no matter how mean you've been, I've always thought you were pretty awesome too." I admit, moving closer to him.

Tension started to build as we sat there.

"Can I kiss you?" Eddie barely whispers.

"Please." I smile, feeling his hands wrap around to pull me closer as I grip his shirt slightly.

Eddie's breath lingered on my lips before he softly pressed his against mine, my hand resting on his chest.

The kiss was soft and tender, pulling emotion from the conversation that just happened while we let ourselves go into the kiss.

"Thank you for coming tonight." He thanks, pulling away.

"Thank you for still playing." I tell him.

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lovejosephquinn · 1 year

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I apologise in advance 💀 my filthy, smutty brain cannot compute so I wrote it out into an imagine to make me feel better, news flash; I do not feel better 👀

Under 18's DNI.

Imagine Joe and reader in the club, he promised to be well behaved and that was until the 3 rounds of tequila shots. You're dancing with your friend whilst Joe watches you from the bar grabbing your next round, your particularly favourite song blasts through the speakers and you begin to shake your hips, hands in the air, screaming every lyric; to him nobody has ever looked sexier.

Joe can't help but move towards you heading straight behind you, brushing your hair over to one shoulder, clutching his fingers onto your waist and tilts forward to kiss your neck; hitting every sweet spot he can expertly find, his tongue lingering over your skin cells which erupt into goose bumps everywhere the muscle comes into contact with, his hips grinding into yours sporadically. You swerve round quickly, wrapping your arms around his neck giving him a partially flirtatious look.

"I thought I told you to be a good boy."

"I can't help it when you look like that." Joe grabs your hand taking you into a quiet hallway up the stairs; leaving your friends behind, the sign reads next to you Staff Only. It quite clearly could be a place you may be caught at anytime; the alcohol induced confidence makes you not give a fuck in the slightest.

The next thing you know, Joe cages you between him and the wall, crashing his lips and pushing his now bulging erection into you. "What would it take for me to take you into the toilet and let me have my way with you?"

You palm your hand onto his cock, rubbing harshly, hearing him groan into your ear. Giving him exactly what he wanted. Meanwhile his hand disappears up the bottom of your dress, pushing your panties to the side and sliding his fingers straight into your entrance, fucking your cunt two fingers deep, your walls clenching and your thighs giving way. Your almost public foreplay is dangerous yet so inconspicuous.

"Answer my question, pretty girl."

You challenged him. "Tell me what you want to do to me Joey."

Joe's free hand took you by the throat, wrapping the thickness of his fingers delicately around it, the veins in his fists flexing proudly.

"I'm going to pick you up, ram your panties in your mouth since you don't understand the meaning of silence when my cock stretches and fills your tight, wet little cunt so perfectly." The way you moaned just from his filthy words alone, he had you like putty in his hands literally.

"Then I'm going to fuck you so hard until you can't take anymore." His fingers curled up just at the end of the sentence, your hole gaped as he shoved a third finger inside.

"And just so you're aware, you aren't going anywhere until I fill you up and you're reminded who's cockhungry slut you are."

You gasped as he stretched his fingers out inside of you, you could've finished there and then. That was until he took them out, the smell of you filling the air as he pushed the three digits into your mouth, letting you sample your fluid. Pushing his mouth onto yours shortly after, dominating his tongue slipped in receiving your saliva and pussy juice that lingered, his breathy growl made you gasp.

"Face up to it, you're fucking ready for me right now love."

His malicious smile got you every time, the way his dimples exposed themselves and his eyes sparkle in the dimmed lighting, pupils dilated and cock practically throbbing beneath his clothing, leaking and aching to be encased where it belongs.

"Actions speak louder than words." You snarled, biting down onto your bottom lip, watching his eyes flutter down, he wasn't willing to hearing another word from you until he had your legs trembling, your panties were being pulled up and his cum was dribbling out your sodden and freshly fucked hole.

Joe got you in the stall within a matter of seconds, pushing your panties down to your feet, picking them up and sticking the soggy underwear into your mouth as promised, his trousers and boxers now down by his shoes, taking his thick member into his hand, jerking it for good measure and lifting you upward in one swift motion as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

Jolting you down to practically sit on him, no adjustment needed your slippery walls inviting him straight in, his hips began to buck into you rampantly. Your teeth gripping to the material as muffled moans escaped you, the way his tip was pressing against you, his strong arms keeping you held in a perfect position meant he was able to fuck into you as hard as he wanted to. Joe bit down onto your shoulder, stifling his moans and leaving marks against it. Your hands snatched at his curls, tugging them sharply, his mouth moved back to your neck, bruising you and marking his territory, not that he needed to, it was clear who you belonged to.

His thrusts became sloppy when your walls clenched against him, he could feel the way your cunt twitched around him, leaking your sodden mess and dripping out onto his balls whilst you rode through your orgasm. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head and your soul left your body for that moment, it could almost be seen above watching the two of you at it like a pair of caged animals.

"Yes you fucking whore, take my cock, god- I-"

Joe couldn't give anymore, he bounced your hips to hit as deep as he could get, one last thrust saw him burst inside your already messy space. You both groaned at the way his seed spurt out inside of you, milking every last drop whilst he lingered inside of you, his body spasming through his sensitive climax.

Taking your panties out of your mouth, Joe's smirk returned and he pushed his lips back to yours, kissing you so passionately, the way you fell breathless into each others mouths, the stench of sex in the air, the way you both looked fucked out.

"You'll be the death of me, my love." He sighed, gaining his regular oxygen flow.

"Hey, you started it." You giggled.

"And I finished it too, like the 'good boy' I am." Joe winked at you playfully, releasing himself and slowly putting you down to the ground.

"Oh yeah? Such a good boy."

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usedtobecooler · 1 year

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Oh my fuck if you used your writerly powers for Billy Knight *chews on pillow*

How about making Billy come twice, he'd be so desperate to be good for you but overstimulated and a mess. Can be from riding him until he's hard again, sucking him off, idk my eyeballs are gonna explode if I think about it too much 😱

Pairing | Billy Knight x fem!reader

Warnings | sexual content (18+ minors dni), handjobs (not really, it's over his pants lol), oral m receiving, piv sex, unprotected sex (wrap it kids), dubious content (possibly? it's very much wanted but billy doesn't voice his consent), premature ejaculation, overstimulation, mentions of poor mental health, mentions of medication, mention of physical ticks, health facility setting, fluff, angst, billy is incredibly touch starved.

Word Count | 3k

A/N | this was purely self-indulgent because i love billy so much, i've not proofread it so if you see any mistakes no you didn't

"Bill, how longs it been since a girl touched you?" You ask quietly, leaning out to rest your hand on his knee. You don't miss the way his leg jerks a little under the touch, like you'd burned him with a match.

"I don't - I don't know. Not since I was in school, a while ago." Billy's voice is thick, wet, accent shining through with every word he speaks. You can tell he's mortified by your question, the way his tick kicks up a little after being stagnant the whole of your visit so far, the constant swiping of his nose turning it red raw.

You wince a little at his confession, can't help but screw your face up - it's obvious that you look sad for him. He hadn't had it easy his whole adulthood, really, being constantly in and out of hospital for various mental health disorders meant that he was starved in the affection department, too busy trying to get better before he could focus on a girl.

He looks like he's getting better, that you can tell. He was finally allowed visitors in his room, not in the mess hall, which meant he was being trusted alone without constant supervision. He also just looked cleaner cut; the black Henley adorning his toned torso suited him so much better than the baggy grey hoodie he always wore. His hair was neat, combed back, though his stubbly beard still remained.

He looked nicer with it, you thought. Not so much like a scared schoolboy, it made him look older in a more masculine way. He'd told you the medication was helping, too, that he was sleep schedule was improving and he wasn't so anxiety ridden all the time, scared that somebody was coming to get him.

This private place had been better than anywhere the NHS had sent him, clearly having money was the big factor in whether mental health sufferers really ever got the help they needed. You didn't pry him on where the money came from to pay for the treatment, sometimes it was better to stay out of the Knights' business.

"Where were you, uh, going with this?" Billy's shaky voice snaps you out of your trance, and you realise you'd been staring back and forth between his face, chest and crotch unabashedly this entire time. Your cheeks heat up, and you glance away to look at the clock ticking behind his head, suddenly becoming so interesting.

"You'll think I'm being so silly," You sputter, subtly fanning your face with your hand that wasn't still slapped on Billy's knee, in a bid to cool down a little, embarrassment taking over your whole body, "I just thought that, maybe, it'd help you relax a little if you, or if I helped you... take the edge off."

Billy cocks his head to the side, confusion etching onto his features before it dawns on him exactly what you meant. He flushes a deep red, "Oh, um. The prescription pills they have me on s-sort of... stop me from being able to f-finish, uh, lot of the time."

You're the reason he's stuttering, you know that and it's making you want to lunge at him and wrap him up in a big hug to calm him down. You've clearly mortified him with your question, too forward and full on for somebody who may as well still have been a virgin with the amount of time that'd gone by since he'd last been in any sexual encounter that wasn't with his own right hand.

"I can... well I can try?" You say it like it's a question, eyes flitting back to look at him once more, the heat on his face making him look even more endearing, his long dark lashes fanning across the tips of his cheeks as he closes his eyes and sucks in a sharp breath.

Your hand had inched further up his thigh without you even realizing, and you gasp when the back of your hand brushes against his obvious erection through his dark jogging bottoms. You question now if it's not actually embarrassment that's making him flush so dark - but arousal instead.

"You'll tell me if I'm reading this wrong, yeah?" You ask him gently, voice barely above a whisper as you slide your palm over his cock through the thick material of his pants, clear outline making it obvious he had no underwear on underneath. Your breath hitches as you go to curl your hand around his length, so thick that your fingers can't wrap around it fully.

You're watching in awe as a wet patch starts to form on the soft cotton, dampening it until it's stained darker, whilst you go between ghosting your hand up and down gently and squeezing softly. Billy can't rip his eyes away from you, drifting back and forth between your shocked face and your hand grasping at him.

"I'm gonna cum, darlin'. Sorry, shit," Billy's hand claws onto the leather arm of his chair and he's hunching in on himself, coming with a low, gruff moan, painting the inside of his sweatpants with his release.

Your eyes widen in shock, a gasp escaping your lips as you sit back and take in what just happened. Your thighs clench, a wave of heat overcoming your body at the thought of him coming undone so easily under your touch.

"M'sorry, this is so embarrassing." Billy's whiny little voice breaks the silence, he throws his head back and rubs at his face with his hands. They're big enough that they completely engulf his features, making his head seem small in comparison. In that split second, you decide you want - no, need to have his hands all over you. You needed to show him what it was like to touch a girl, feel her go pliant under his touch.

"It's not." You say it all too quick, hand tearing away from his crotch to grab at his arm and pull his hands away from his face so he could look at you properly. His eyes are watering, big brown orbs clearly showing his distress and it makes your heart ache, "It's not embarrassing, Bill. It's normal, you've not been touched by another person in, what, seven years? Maybe longer? Don't feel like you should be better at this."

You slip out of your own chair across from Billy, sliding onto your knees in front of him with a dull thud, shuffling between his spread legs, "Can I touch you again? Proper this time?" Your voice is barely above a whisper, batting your lashes at him prettily, "I promise I'll make it good for you."

Billy shakes out a stuttered sigh, cock already kicking up again in interest at the thought of your bare flesh connecting with his own. You're so gorgeous, he's thought about you in this way for so long, but he always thought you'd do better than him. That you could do better than him.

He thought you were only still friendly with him out of pity, at the end of the day you had been Jimmy's friend first. You hadn't had any dealings with Jimmy in years, yet you always still checked in with Billy, visited often. Maybe it was because you knew he didn't really have any other friends, nobody to look out for him but you.

Billy hazards a glance down at you when he feels your fingers brush over the waistband of his soiled sweats, helps you by lifting his hips up when you tug at them to pull them down. You leave them to pool at his ankles, no patience to take them off completely.

He's fully hard again just at the sight of you on your knees in front of him, leaky tip slapping against his belly, his previous load still glistening down his shaft, perfect for using to lube him up.

"Can I put my mouth on you?" You ask tentatively, fingers ghosting over his balls, up his shaft to wrap deftly around the tip. You pull his foreskin down a little to reveal the mushroom shaped head, another blurt of precum shooting out of his slit and coating your thumb.

Billy never does reply to you, too entranced with the look of your hand on his bare skin, your own flesh feeling so hot it almost burns, searing through his sensitive spots.

You shuffle forward a bit more, mouth hovering over the head of his cock so you can spit a glob of saliva onto it for extra lubricant. Billy hisses, big doe eyes staring at you, unblinking, in awe of you and what you're doing for him.

When your lips finally wrap around the tip, you can't help the moan that leaves you. He tastes salty but clean as you suck and lick at him, heady in such a delicious way it intoxicates you, clouds your senses. You move your hand a bit lower so you can take more of him in, having to bring up your other hand to wrap with it so you can cover his shaft properly.

He's so thick, stretching your mouth wide and cracking your lips. You sink down a bit further, taking more of his cock in until you're gagging, throat closing up around him.

You can hear Billy's fingernails scratching at the leather of the chair, his hips stuttering up into your mouth in a telltale sign that he's close to coming already. His belly is shaking, moans escaping him in quick presession like he can't contain them.

You can't let him come like this; you had to have his cock in you before your visit was over, your core ached for it, your panties feeling damp just from touching him. Billy consumed your entire being, had you feeling needy and desperate.

When you release his dick with a 'pop' he sputters out a little whine, a clear sign that he was so close to the edge before you finished what you were doing.

You look up at him through wet lashes, his face burning a deep purple and the veins on his neck popping from the strain of him struggling not to come. You get up off your knees, pulling your tights down your legs along with your panties so that you're bare from the bottom down, sliding your shirt up over your head to just leave you in a bra on top.

"What're you, shit," Billy struggles to get his words out, ticking and wiping his nose with the backs of his fingers, "what're you doing?"

"Can I ride you?" You ask gently, edging closer to him and kicking his feet until his legs are a bit closer together. Billy nods, and you take that as permission to mount him, spread legs bracketing his hairy thighs.

You flip your skirt up a little, reaching behind you to grab at the base of Billy's cock. You rub the tip in between your folds, all whilst watching him and you don't miss the way his eyes roll back, head tipping so his stubbly neck is bared to you.

You take it slowly, sliding down inch by inch until your cunt is nestled against his groin, thatch of dark pubes tickling your delicate skin. You feel so full it's delicious, his thick cock feeling like it was made to be nestled deep in you.

Billy instinctively reaches out to grab at your hips, stilling you from moving until he got used to the feeling of your soaking wet cunt enveloping him. He breathes in and out deeply, not even baring to look at you, worried he'd blow his load immediately if he did.

You bring your hands out to gently brush over his cheeks, silently forcing him to look at you, which he does eventually. He's just so pretty, his big brown orbs watery and bloodshot, his plump red lips bitten, his cute nose darkened from the constant rubbing as he ticked.

He was so perfect you couldn't fucking stand it. You let your knees do some work for you, finally lifting up a few inches and sinking back down to the hilt. Billy's eyes flutter shut, a high-pitched moan leaving him, the feeling of your sopping, gummy cunt tightening around him feeling fucking heavenly.

You pick up a steady pace quickly, letting yourself be consumed by Billy completely. His big hands running up and down from your waist to your hips and back again, his moans and whimpers clouding your head, his thick cock nudging at your insides so deliciously it made you ache.

You remove your hands from his face, reaching to unclasp your bra and let it fall, baring your tits to him. You shake him gently to make him open his eyes, so he can get a good eyeful. What you don't expect is for him to lean forward immediately and latch onto your left nipple, suckling gently.

"Oh, Billy," You're a moaning mess above him, your cunt feeling so full, whole body on fire with the feeling of his body hard pressed against yours. He's mouthing at your breasts, sucking on your nipples as if his life depended on it.

He's whining, hips stuttering up against yours to meet your bounces. There's no real rhythm to it, his inexperience clear as day, but you're struggling to care with how good he's making you feel. The catch and drag of the head of his cock brushing your spongey spot, making your pussy slicker than before.

"God, darling, I'm so sorry," Billy groans, letting go of your nipple and kissing along the swell of your tit instead, whining out as you speed up a little, helping him chase his orgasm, "I'm gonna cum, fuck."

"Do it, babe, s'okay," You moan, tugging at his hair a little to get him to crane his neck up, to finally press a kiss to his lips. That's what does it for him, has his hips stuttering against yours as he comes deep inside of you.

He opens his mouth to moan, and you take that as your opportunity to deepen the kiss, slipping your tongue into his mouth to lap lazily against his own. He shudders through his orgasm, your hips slowing down to a stop when he starts to shake with overstimulation.

He's not very good at kissing, but his plump lips and wide tongue make up for it. You find your cunt fluttering at the feeling, clamping down around his cock to milk the final bit of come out of him. You try not to be disappointed that you haven't been able to chase your own release, too focused on making Billy feel good.

You're not sure when you stop kissing, but when you do and you open your eyes again, you notice Billy's eyes are wet and his cheeks are stained with tear marks. You wipe his tears away with your thumb, smiling at him until he's forced to smile back.

"Good?" You ask gently, hips rocking subtly, his soft cock still nudging slightly against your soft spot. You try not to be pushy, knowing he'd be sensitive, but you can't help but want to do it again, the coil in your gut still wound tight with need.

Billy nods, huffing out a little, "I can - I can feel that, you know?" He says, nodding towards your soft hips moving, "It's - it's really sensitive, God."

You continue moving your hips in silence, squeezing your cunt around him, feeling his dick throbbing inside of you like it's trying to pique interest again. You really hope it does, you need to do this for a little longer, just a little.

"You can come again though, right? Let me try, please?" You're basically begging him, forehead to forehead and circling your hips back and forth on his already half hard cock and he's crying again, overcome with pleasure and sensitivity, struggling to think straight through the feeling of you on top of him.

Billy nods anyway, a silent yes and you use the leverage of your knees on the hard material of the chair to rise back up again, sinking back down softly. You do it like this until he's fully hard again, up down, up down, up down, your nails digging into the skin of his neck to keep yourself stable.

His hot hands on your waist make your skin feel like it's on fire, has your tummy coiling even tighter, the telltale sign of your own orgasm beginning to wash over you with every drag of his cock head against your gummy walls.

"That's it, Bill, God, your cock feels so good." You cry out, chasing your high until your cunt spasms around him and you feel the white-hot waves of pleasure crashing around you. A gush of slick comes from you, making your pussy impossibly wetter, so wet you feel it drip down your inner thighs onto Billy's own.

You feel like you black out for a second, only coming to when you feel Billy's hands grip onto your hips impossibly tighter so he can fuck up into you from below, his wet moans telling you he's close to coming again, too.

"Fuck, I love you, darling, shit. Love you, always have, m'so sorry, fuckfuck," Billy's hands slide up your back, tugging you until you're impaled on his cock impossibly deeper, chest pressed flush to his own as he comes for the third time, face buried into your neck tightly.

Your heart swells at his words, face flushing dark at the confession. Your insides bloom warmly, consumed with the sheer love you have for him, "I love you too, Bill. Loved you forever, was it not obvious?"

Billy's crying against your chest, hot tears spilling onto your bare chest, "No, I didn't, God, why didn't you tell me?"

"You needed to get better first, Bill." Your voice is soft, hand deftly running over his hair soothingly, "You're getting better now, though. It was time. I'm here forever, I'm not going anywhere."

You whisper encouraging words into his skin until his cries come to a stop, his shuddering body finally stilling. He'd finish his treatment, get the fuck out of here and you could start your life together.

It was the only thing keeping him focused on getting better - he needed to, to go out and see the world with you by his side.

#i'm gonna gnaw my fucking arm off by the way #i have felt so many things writing this it's not even funny omg #billy knight #billy knight fic #billy knight strike #billy knight x reader #billy knight fluff #billy knight smut #billy knight x female reader #billy knight x fem!reader #cb strike #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn smut #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn fic #joseph quinn x female reader #my fanfic #mine

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plentyoffandoms · 2 years

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Joseph Quinn x f/Reader

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Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warning: none.

Summary: Joseph Quinn is very quiet about his private life, so when his girlfriend joins him for the Stranger Things Premiere, many of his fans are shocked at the news that is announced.

YN's POV:

Joey's knee was bouncing up and down as the two of us are sitting in the back of the limo, on the way to The Stranger Things Premiere.

Even though the two of us been together for a long time, this is my first real event I am going too.

Joey tries to keep me out of the spotlight as much as possible. Many people know he has a girlfriend, but have no idea what my name is. How old I am. How the two of us met, etc.

He has been asked in interviews in the past but he has given very little information about us. So much so that many of his long time fans actually thought we broke up.

But when the cast were doing their rounds of interviews before the show premiered, he got asked if he was single.

"I am not single. I have been in a serious relationship for a very long time."

They always tried to get more out of him but they never could.

We agreed early on in our relationship that we would try to be private. Obviously it has been hard, but we have made it work.

But he has now become a bigger household name in North America and back home. The paparazzi in America is just brutal.

While I was back home, I would wake up to Joey freaking out about the paparazzi literally waiting outside his hotel and following him and the rest of the cast around like they were animals at the zoo.

So when I suggested me flying out to join him for the Premiere, he told me no.

"No?"

"Yes, no."

"But Joey, we agreed that it was time for us."

"I know what I said love, but it is just to risky for you here. What if they get too close?"

"Joey." I sighed. "We agreed to this. We talked about this for over three days. It is time."

"I just need you to be safe my love." His tone was soft. Just seemed to melt away my anger.

"I know Joey and I will be. There will be security there and they can't go past a certain point. I talked about this with Natalie. Also you will be there right next to me."

"But I have to get called away."

"And I still won't be far from you. I will be in your eyesight the whole night."

"I know." He sighed this time.

"Joey I am coming. You know with my work schedule that this is the best time for me."

"I know love. You're right."

And that is how I am here next to him. He has been gone on and off with all of this happening, but I hated it.

One minute he was sleeping next to me, finally back home and the next minute he is rushing out the door, trying to catch his flight.

"Joey love, why are you so nervous?" I asked him as I placed my hand on his knee to get it to stop bouncing. Which it did, thankfully.

"We have been together for years and we worked so hard to keep our lives private. It just feels like a chapter is closing on us."

"But we have a whole new one ahead of us, remember?" I asked him as I took his hand in mine and placed it on my very pregnant belly. He smiled when he felt his child kick.

"Besides Joey, we will still be private. Our social media accounts are private. We have people who we know on them. We will be fine."

"I know you're right but it is just my job to protect you from all of this."

I cupped his cheek and he leaned into my hand. His eyes seemed to be even bigger right now.

"You have protected me ever since that first day we met in Primary school."

He was going to say something else when there was a knock on the door. The two of us were so wrapped up in one another, that we didn't realise that we have stopped.

"Let's go love birds. You're holding up the line." Joe's voice had me giggling as I watched Joey's face go red.

"You ready?" He asked me.

"I am. The question is, are you ready?"

Joseph Quinn's POV:

I told her yes, even though I wasn't. I wasn't prepared for the world to know who she is. That she is my soulmate. That she is the one person I have always loved.

When YN asked me about the Premiere, I was skeptical at first and told her I would think on it.

I just knew that after this event that there would be people outside of her work, trying to get photos of her and I didn't want that.

It isn't like there can be extra security at her job. She is a teacher at the same Primary school we went too and my concern is for her, her co-workers and the children.

Now my worries has seemed to spike even more since she told me she was pregnant.

I couldn't be there for every appointment and she told me what we were having during one of our many video chats.

I wasn't there to help set up the nursery, but I did make sure that we hired the best people for the job.

So when I didn't give her an answer, she asked me again, which one simple conversation spanned over three days as our conversations were short as I had to leave.

And that is how we ended up here, together. For the first time I have her on my arm and she looked gorgeous. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her.

She seemed to handle it all with ease, but my arm never left her waist as we walked the red carpet.

"Joseph, over here. Look here."

"Over here."

YN and I had our photos taken, people were calling questions but they are there just to take photos.

But as we got closer and closer to the interviewers, my hands started to become clammy.

"Joseph Quinn." I looked at who said my name and I was being waved over.

"Go on love." YN said to me and kissed my cheek. For the first time, I finally let go of her and walked towards the first interview of the night.

They asked me the basic questions that was to be expected. A lot about my character Eddie Munson and I tried not to give out too much information.

"Now as we all know, you are a very private person but for the first time ever you have brought someone."

"Yes, my girlfriend YN." I looked to the left and saw her talking with Sadie, who had her hands on the baby bump.

"And how long have you two been together for?"

"About nine years or so, but we were friends before that."

"Do you mind if we ask her a few questions?" YN and I talked about this. She said she would talk if was asked.

I didn't answer but I did hold up my hand asking for one minute and walked over to YN and Sadie.

"It's time love. You are wanted." I wrapped my arm around her waist once more and the two of us walked back to where I just came from.

I couldn't keep the smile off my face as YN held her own and answered every question flawlessly.

"Now I do want to say congratulations are in order."

"Thank you." The two of us said. I couldn't help myself as I played a protective hand on her stomach.

"Do you know what you are having?"

"We weren't going to tell anyone, but what do you say Joey?" YN asked me with a twinkle in her eye.

"We are having a boy." I said.

The people around us started to congratulate us.

We got called away as our time was up but Natalie grabbed YN's hand and the two of them headed inside.

I felt a hand on either shoulder and looked to see Jamie on one side and Joe on the other.

"Are you going to walk around with that ring forever, or are you going to pop the question?" Joe asked me in a teasing tone.

"Leave him be Joe. He will know when the time is right." Jamie said.

"I'm going to before she goes home. I have it all planned out." I told them as I looked around to make sure no one was paying that much attention to us.

"You never did tell us how you were going to to do it." Joe pointed out.

I just smiled. "You will have to wait and see."

Part 2

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fivelakesinwriting · 2 years

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Prying Fingers {Joseph Quinn}

Author's Notes: Please see under the cut for the full request. Thank you for your patience, and for all the support for my Joseph Quinn stories! I'm having a lot of fun writing for him. Please let me know what you think if you have a moment - messages, comments and feedback are greatly appreciated! Thank you! xoxo

Warnings: Swearing, Sexual references - sexual innuendos, Accusations of cheating - no actual cheating, Smut*(established relationship, slight hair pulling, biting if you squint, unprotected sex - be safe out there, your choice how!)

Requested? Yes! Requests are open!

Requested by @kellysimagines

"But i was wondering if you could write one where joe and the reader have been dating since filmsing season 4 and lately he is still busy with the season and reader has finished and is also working on something else and they havent had much time alone together so the reader suprises him with lingerie and stuff and he rejects her saying hes tired and stuff and a couple days that goes on and one night while he is showrring he gets a text from a woman and the reader confronts him with it and she leaves and later on she discovers that the woman is family of his and he is planning a party or proposal you can decide. Can you also ad smut in it? :) i had that in mind for a while"

It was a big step - the whole, visiting his family in his home city thing. She was nervous, and she wanted everything to go right. She wanted them to know that she was the right fit for the person they loved. Because she loved him, too.

It was a surreal experience, so she didn't stop and think about it too often. She got mixed up in her feelings too much when she did that. So, while Joseph got ready for dinner that evening with his family she busied herself in their hotel room, hanging up clothes and straightening up shoes that had been carelessly kicked aside.

"Honey? Can you come here a 'sec?" Joseph's voice echoed from the bathroom, the door just slightly closed over as he showered.

"I thought we agreed that you were going to shower alone, Mister?" She called back to him from her spot on the floor, pushing the heels of his shiny dress shoes against the wall.

"I know, it's not that. It's my phone! Won't stop goin' off! It's ruining my playlist. Will you check it for me? See what the fuss is." Joseph chuckled over the spray of the shower.

She stood up with a smile and made her way towards the bathroom to check his phone as requested. She pursed her lips at the abundance of texts. A few from his mother, which was to be expected. But there were a few from a person she did not recognize.

"So, what's the word?" Joseph questioned as he opened the door of the shower slightly, blinking the water from his eyes.

"Who's Jeanette?" She questioned, her eyes on the screen of his phone.

I can't wait to see you!

Are you sure she has no idea?

See you tonight! xo

"Jeanette? That's my cousin. Why do you ask?" Joseph replied, reaching for the faucet of the shower and turning off the spray. He quickly exited the shower stall and reached for his phone. He released a heavy exhale when she pulled it away from his grasp.

"Your cousin? I've never heard you mention any Jeanette before."

"Yes, you have. It's my cousin, Jeannie. Now, please give me back my phone. This isn't funny." Joseph stated firmly as he wrapped a towel around his waist then took the phone back from her. His heart raced in his chest at the thought that he had been found out.

"Is this why you didn't want to have sex the other night? Because of Jeannie?" She questioned, tears welling in her eyes as her voice quivered with anger.

It was a few days before they had left to come over to London. They both had the night off, and she had wanted to do something special for him before they went away and he was inevitably in the arms of his family and they didn't have much alone time. She purchased a new set of lingerie, sheer and black that would leave very little to his imagination, waiting for the most opportune moment to put it on for him. While he lounged on the couch, aimlessly scrolling through his phone, she readied herself in the bathroom and made sure that the lingerie was placed just right on her body. She was devastated when she walked out, called for his attention and with a soft smile he said simply, "not tonight, honey."

"Are you being serious? No! I was tired. You looked sensational that night, and I didn't want to disappoint you because I wasn't up to it. Jeanette is my cousin, and we're seeing her tonight. That's why she's texting me. Don't do this, please." Joseph sighed as he placed his phone on the bathroom counter behind her, then reached held her face in his hands. He placed a soft kiss on her forehead, working his fingers into her hair as he exhaled through his nostrils.

"I'm sorry." She whispered into his chest, small drops of water still there. She realized she had somewhat forced him from his shower with her accusations, and her heart sunk. This wasn't their relationship.

"It's alright, honey. I understand." Joseph nodded as he trailed his fingertips over her shoulders and down her back.

"But, can I ask - what am I not supposed to know about?" She questioned, hands on his chest as she pushed back to look at him.

"Jeannie is helping me with something. For..for you. And it's to be a surprise." Joseph muttered as he held her hips, eyes on her face.

"Does it have anything to do with that little box I found stuffed in your dress shoes a few minutes ago?" She inquired softly, averting her eyes from his intense gaze and fiddling with the gold chain around his neck.

"What were you doing snooping in my shoes, Miss?" Joseph grumbled with a furrowed brow, backing her up towards the bathroom counter and pinning her to the edge of the surface.

"I was just organizing our things and when I moved your shoes it slipped to the bottom of your shoe. I didn't open it. I promise!" She rambled as she pressed her hands flat to his chest, eyes wide.

"Alright. I trust you. But, yes. Jeannie is helping me with something lovely for you, and it has something to do with what your prying fingers found in the bottom of my shoe. It's something sparkly, and lovely I've picked out just for you. But you have to wait, and I know that simply destroys you to be patient and out of the know, but you have to." Joseph smiled as he reached his dominant hand up and thumbed at her cheekbone.

"Sparkly?" She whispered as she leaned her cheek into the palm of his hand.

"Incredibly." He grinned as he kissed her other cheek then removed his body from hers to go and put clothes on, the situation having been diffused. He pulled the towel from his waist and tossed it carelessly across the room, running his hands over his face as he thought about what to wear for the evening out. What exactly does one wear to a surprise proposal/ welcome home party?

"I guess I'll get changed now, too."

Joseph looked across the bed at her as she pulled her dress over her head. He wasn't sure what was so wrong with her dress. A pretty yellow sun dress, the colour of sunflowers. It made him smile when she had put it on and he had been hoping she would leave it on, it looked like sunshine on her body. Underneath the dress was a lace set of lingerie, a softer yellow colour than her dress and Joseph realized what was wrong with the dress.

It had been on her body to begin with.

"I like that colour on you." Joseph muttered as he eyed her body over shamelessly tip to toe, feeling the small hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

"Thank you." She smiled as she straightened the straps of her underwear, bringing his attention to her hips.

"Think you should leave the dress on tonight. You'll need new lingerie, though." Joseph grumbled as he ran his fingertips over the bristles of his facial hair, his eyes boring into her hips and the space he wished he was filling.

"Why?" She laughed softly despite the heat creeping to her face, and the butterflies in her stomach. He made her feel nervous in the best, most exciting way.

"Because I'm going to shred that set." Joseph grunted with a point to her lace clad hips. He rounded the edge of the bed, making his way towards her and took her in his arms, lifting her up and tossing her onto the bed. He knelt between her legs, rooting his fingers in her panties and shredded them at the seam easily to leave her lower half exposed.

"Joseph!" She laughed, tugging his hair as he kissed over her stomach and up to her chest.

"Fix'em if you want me to. But I think you look better without." He grinned, his eyes getting that heavy and lusty look as he pressed his forehead to hers.

"I'm okay like this." She whispered as she held his face in her hands, her nose brushing over his.

"Good."

Joseph pressed his lips to hers, slipping his tongue in her mouth while she tugged his hair.

"You know, we don't have to go out tonight. We can stay here, and I can make love to you all night long." Joseph breathed out as he pulled the cups of her bra down to expose her breasts before he reached for his base.

"All night?" She whispered as she took hold of his backside to bring him close, kissing the corners of his mouth.

She welcomed him back with a tight, wet warmth. Joseph watched as her eyes rolled back, her nails sinking deep into his backside as she whined into his mouth.

"My love, you feel so good. Look so beautiful." Joseph panted as he twisted the sheets in his fists and slowly built a firm, loving pace.

"You feel good. I love you, baby." She whimpered into his mouth as she scratched his back and lifted her hips to his.

"I love you so much, honey. So fucking good to me. Feel like heaven." Joseph growled as he pulled her hair a little, making her gasp and squirm around beneath him.

"M'gonna cum, baby." She gasped as he snapped his hips forward and nudged her sweet spot.

"Such a sensitive thing. So in love with you. Cum for me, gorgeous." Joseph panted as he kept his pace firm, aiming for her gspot on every thrust.

"Baby." She sobbed into his kiss as she rolled her body into his through her orgasm.

"You got me all sticky, baby." She whined as he nuzzled his face into her neck.

"That's how I like you. Sticky, full of my cum, whiney and fucked out like this. You're so beautiful, honey." Joseph mumbled as he kissed her neck and shoulder, running his hands over her thighs.

"Okay, but I need another shower now. I cannot meet your family like this. Joseph, stop." She laughed as he nipped at her neck lovingly.

"I'm joining you this time."

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Hello sweetheart, could you write something angsty for me but with a happy ending. I need to have my heart broken but put back together.

Torn ~ J.Q

Summary: Your best friend rejects you, it hurts but things turn around when he hears your going on a date with another man.

Tags : : @ceriseheaven @josephquinnlover0 @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @stillfalling30minslater @alyisdead @witchy-munson

My Master List is in This Area

Angst to fluff

How could you not be in love with your best friend? He made you laugh. He made you smile. He made your heart flutter when he looked at you with those brown chocolate eyes of his. He'd always stand next to you or sit by you when he had the chance. Everyone told you that he's into you.

Yet, you've been to his apartment and spilled to him how you felt about him. But, here you were driving back home with tears in your eyes as you gripped the steering wheel. Your vision blurred with tears. You felt like he ripped your heart into pieces and threw it across the ocean.

" I'm in love with you" you shyly tell him. Joe's breath hitches and he averts his gaze looking anywhere else but at you.

" Oh...I don't know what to say.." he says, " Y/N..I love you too, but not in the way you do" Joe met your teary eyes as he played with one of his rings. " I'm so sorry" you swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded.

" But explain to me why you'd always choose to sit next to me, flirt with me and you always have your hand on my thigh?" You asked.Your voice cracked as tears spilled down your cheeks.

" I do it with everyone, flirt I mean... I'm sorry" you looked away rubbing your nose with the back of your hand.

" I-I get it. It's fine...Uh.. I should g-go" you got up and putting on your coat as Joe watched with an apologetic look on his face.

The silence driving home was thick, unwanted and cruel. The only sounds heard was sobs coming out of your mouth. You heart ripped in two.

Was it you? Is something wrong with you? Were you not pretty enough? Were you not enough? Why didn't Joe feel the same? The signs seem to be there.

You parked your car in front of your apartment heading inside. You brushed past people shooting you worried looks along the way seeing the tears flowing down your cheeks.

The apartment felt cold and distant as you entered it, shrugging off your coat and shoes and not bothering to hang them as you rushed into your bedroom, falling into bed. Rejection hurt you this time around. Why? Because it was Joe, Joe has been your best friend for years. His parents loved you. Wesley loved you and his friends did too.

This one hurt because this one, you lost your best friend to tell him him how you felt. You would never be able to see Joe's face again, it hurts too much.

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You entered the bar with a small smile on your face as the guy you were seeing trails behind you with his hand on the small of your back. It's been close to a year since the last time you spoke to Joe, saw him or even Wesley told you about how he's been doing.

Tonight you happened to be in a small bar seeing some friends when your eyes spotted him as he had a martini in his hands while talking with someone.

You avert your eyes as you focused on one of your friends as they threw their hands up and embracing you in their warmth.

" It's so good to see you" they said, moving back to look at you. " My, my. You are glowing. I haven't seen you this pretty" they said. You rolled your eyes as you nudged them with your hip causing them to laugh. The laugh had caught the attention of Joe who's eyes spot you right away.

His mouth a jar as his eyes widen taking you in. He's watching the way you embrace each of your friend, the smile on your face and the way you joke with them. A pang of hurt fills him as he remembers the last time he spoke to you. He let you walk out that door and out of his life.

He clenched the glass of his martini as his eyes find the man you came along with. Who was he? He growled underneath his breath spotting the man bring you close to him and kiss your cheek. Wesley who's sitting by Joe's side notices the way Joe demeanor changes in a blink of an eye. He follows Joe's line of visions and his face turns into a frown.

" Are you going to say something to her?" Joe hadn't noticed that Wesley had even spoken to him until he felt a nudge at his side. " What?" he asked. Wesley motions with his head towards you.

" Are you going to say something to her?" he asks again. This time Joe hesitates as he shakes his head. " No, I don't think that's a good idea."

Wesley hums as he stands up with his glass. He wasn't about to sit there and not miss a chance to say hello to you. He used to be your friend too.

" Where are you going?' Joe asks.

" Say hi to a friend" he says as he makes his way towards your table. To Joe's surprise, you turn your head to meet Wesley's gaze and a smile appear on your face when you see it's him.

Joe feels the green eyed monster begging to come out when he watches your interaction with Wesley wishing it was him. Your eyes move over to the table Joe was sitting at and immediately his eyes drop to his glass hoping you didn't catch him staring at you.

When you look away from Joe and listen to what Wesley was saying, he looked back up and watched you. He knew it was rude to stare but something about you tonight is different.

" You look happy" Wesley says to you. You shrugged with a small nod, nursing your drink in your hand.

" It's been better" you nodded again. Wesley sighs, " I didn't mean for us to lose touch like that. It's just I thought it would be hard having me around knowing Joe was around me"

" I understand" Wesley looks back at Joe.

" We still talk about you" he says, surprising you. You thought after you told Joe how you felt that he would forget about you and erase you from his memory.

" That's nice" he chuckled, he knows you really well.

" Look, I know you Y/N. I can see the look in your eyes that your begging to talk to him. He misses you and he knows letting you walk out his door was the biggest mistake of his life."

" I think mine was having him enter my life" Wesley frowned as he sighs again telling you he's going back. You nod wishing him to have a good rest of his night.

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You stood by the trailing as you look up at the night sky. You needed some fresh air after a few drinks, the conversation with Wesley and having Joe be in the same bar as you.

" You look good" you heard that familiar voice that caused your eyes to close and gripped the railing tighter.

" Thank you" you responded not turning around. If you did, you might well up in tears.

Joe took out a cigarette from behind his ear like he usually does have one from time to time. He cups his other hand over it as he lights it.

" Do you want one?" he asks, fishing out another one from his pack and offering it to you. Without looking at him, you shake your head. He retrieves it back into the pack as he puts it back into his pocket along with his lighter.

There is silence between the two of you.

" Who's the guy?" there was that million dollar question that's been bugging at his heart not knowing who he was. You lowly chuckled as you turned your head for the first time to look at him. Joe swore he felt his heart flutter and his mind run back as he looked at you.

You were beyond beautiful.

" Just someone" you tell him, " not really your business Quinn."

" Sorry" he mumbles. Your eyebrow raised as you questioned him, " for what?" you asked.

His brown chocolate eyes turned to look at your once more. They are filled with sorrow. He wants nothing more than to pull you into him, breathe in your scent to see if it's the same, to have you smile at him and to have your arms around him.

He sighs as he rubs a hand down his face," For letting you walk out that door that day."

You chuckled, " You didn't feel the same way and I wouldn't blame you. I mean, who would want me? Not even my best friend wanted me."

Joe faced you as he stomped his cigarette on the ground. His shirt rubbed against your arm and the hint of cigarettes and mint hit your nose. Your heart clenched having him this close.

" I was stupid back then to let you slip through my fingers. I was scared.."

" Scared of what Joe?" you turned to face him, inches away.

" Scared of giving you my heart knowing you had it all along all those years since we were teenagers. Scared to commit to you, scared to share you with the world as mine."

" I was scared too but that didn't stop me from telling you how I felt" He nodded.

" You were always the brave one" a small smile appears on your face as you shrug. His index finger goes under your chin raising your head to look up at him. His breath fans over your face, " Are you dating that guy?" he motions his head towards the entrance of the bar.

" No, just been-" Joe cuts you off as his lips brushed against yours. Your breath hitches making you gasp feeling his lips softly press against yours. Your heart race having him this close.

" Joe" you muttered through the kiss as he placed his lips softly back on yours. When you returned his kiss, his hands fell to you hips bringing you flush against his chest. His head tilted to the side as his tongue licked your bottom lip asking for permission.

You let him in going to battle with his tongue, he wins as he explores every inch of your mouth. Your hand is balled up in a fist of his shirt, the other going into his curls earning a groan from him as he kisses you.

You pull away from his lips, lips hovering over his own.

"Joe" your eyes lock with his as his eyes look at yours with hope.

" Let's start over" he whispers against your lips. " Please" he adds.

You search his face to see if he's serious about this. You weren't about to have him break your heart again and when you spot no lies in his eyes or face.

" You got once chance, Quinn" his lips curve up in a smile as he leans in pecking your lips.

"I am not letting you slip away from me ever again" he nuzzles his nose against yours.

" Is that a promise?" he raises his pinky up your line of vision.

" Pinky promise" you laugh, hooking your pinky around his as he laughs against your lips too, pecking them.

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