#boyfriend joseph quinn

[pitifulbaby]

Joseph quinn I’m free on Friday if you are also free on friday because I’m free on friday if you wanna not be free on friday together then we can totally be together and unfree on friday because I’m free on friday if you also are free friday

[harrywavycurly]

Can I get a fluffy joe where shes sick and she has to stay upstairs and he has to stay down stairs because he has to work and can’t get sick but it’s making him crazy and he keeps texting her reasons he needs to come up (she’s needs soups , she needs hugs, she needs him to scratch her head and play with her hair just how she likes ). He finally caves and says he has to come be with her

Hii babes!! So I hope you enjoy this, it’s the same prompt I just changed it a little bit with you trying to keep him away😂💖

*Joe just wants to be the best boyfriend and nurse*

[hugdealer]

Eddie has been a menace all day while you were trying to work from home. He has been poking and prodding you (figuratively and sometimes literally) just to get a rise out of you because the boy is touch and attention STARVED.

You finally get enough work done that you think,

'Fuck it. I can stop here and teach this little shit a lesson.'

Admittedly, you secretly love how much he vies for your attention and to his credit, he did leave you alone for a good few 20 minute intervals.

So you plan to give him what he wants, but not without letting it be known how irritating his shenanigans are.

And when you do, Eddie's just pleased to finally have your attention and touch.

(My edit, please don't repost anywhere else. Reblogs welcome ofc 💖)

[nowadayz]

STRANGER THINGS S4 Chapter Nine: The Piggyback

[hllfireclb]

+18 mdni, sorry for any writing mistakes!

"Guess I lied“ | e.m x fem !reader

"Eddie it- fuck! It hurts!“ your voice is nothing but a loud, high-pitched whine and the only sound in your boyfriends messy bedroom. Well that and the sounds of him licking and slurping at your sensitive, already overstimulated pussy. It‘s been a good hour since Eddie started eating you out, since he told you "It’d only be 5 minutes, promise“.

Well you should‘ve known it. Once Eddie starts eating you out, he can’t just stop after you came. He needs more. He almost gets obsessed with your taste on his tongue, your shaking legs around his head, the way your body reacts to his touch and good god your voice. He loves your voice so much. It’s the prettiest melody he‘s ever heard.

" 'M sorry baby but you just taste too fucking good. I need more. Just one more round 'kay?" His eyes meet yours from between your legs. His mouth and chin are covered in your juices, arousal and his spit. God he’s so messy. It’s so hot. But it’s never just "one more round“ he keeps getting greedier, greedier and greedier for you. A soft sigh escapes your lips and you let your head flop back on the pillow beneath you. "You said 5 minutes Ed‘s. You even promised“ you pout slowly even though you think Eddie can’t quite see it.

You expect him to answer you with a low "sorry baby“ followed by a soft kiss to your inner thigh, but instead you feel his tongue flick your sensitive bud. A devilish grin takes place on Eddie‘s lips when he sees your reaction, as he kisses your pussy again.

"Well, guess I lied ;)"

masterlist

[melonalemonade]

what the fuck?

[lovejosephquinn]

To put it bluntly, this week I’ve fallen in love with this man all over again

[eddiemunsons-missingnipple]

I'm just needing some reassurance, don't mind me.

Warnings: none just fluff and Eddie being a big softie for you.

"I just really need you, Eddie, and I feel like a spoiled brat for complaining about anything." You looked down, feeling defeated.

You look around the room, avoiding his gaze, knowing you'll break down the moment your eyes meet his. "I miss you.....a lot. I feel horrible for even dumping this on you, because you've done nothing wrong at all"

Eddie already did so much for you as is. He was always there for you. He always made sure you were taken care of. He always made sure you were safe. He'd buy you anything you asked for.

You've been feeling insecure since your lack of intimacy lately and lack of quality time in general. He wasn't around much a lot since working extra hours at the plant. You really miss him and feel bad for expressing your feelings so suddenly. You didn't want to seem ungrateful. You didn't want to make it seem like what he did for you wasn't good enough.

"Baby, look at me." His deep voice finally spoke after letting you vent about everything you've kept bottled up.

You look up at him as he speaks to you. Your eyes glassy, full of tears that threaten to spill out. You're worried he just doesn't want you anymore.

You're also terrified since expressing your feelings that it'll drive him away. You never want to push him away. You know that's not true. He's given no indications of that at all. But you get in your own head way too much.

"Don't feel guilty for expressing how you feel to me. Please dont think you're being selfish for wanting my attention. Dont think you're spoiled because you want to spend some time with me." He has a soft expression on his face as he gets up to kneel down closer to you.

"....you literally can have me whenever. I'm at your beckon call." He takes your hands into his, rubbing his thumb across your knuckles.

"You really mean that?" You cleared your throat, trying your very best not to cry. He always seemed to know exactly what to say.

Eddie smirked and moved to sit on the couch. He patted his thighs, signaling you to sit in his lap.

"I promise I meant everything. You want me all to yourself? You bet your ass you can have me all to yourself. want me for only a little bit? You can keep me until you're sick of me. Lock me in your basement, " he reassured, wrapping his arms around you. you snuggled up to him and laid your head on his chest.

"You always know how to make me feel better." You took the collar of his Dio shirt to wipe your eyes.

"ya know you can talk to me about anything. Always. You're my partner in crime."He whispered in your ear, squeezing you tight.

"Well then, can I keep you all night long and all day tomorrow?" You smiled and played with the ends of his curly hair.

He chuckled. "You can keep me forever, sweetheart."

[icallhimjoey]

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

I sometimes get irrationally annoyed about how cute Steve is, so I can totally imagine Eddie being the same way. They're hanging out, and Eddie is sitting there, glaring at Steve. He notices, he knows that look, and he grins. Robin, however, doesn't.

"Steve," she said, narrowing her eyes at him. "What did you do?"

"I'm being really cute today," Steve replied, his grin growing.

"Yeah, about what? What did you do?" She asked.

"I'm being really cute today," he said again.

"Yeah, you're being cute about whatever you did? Which is?" Robin asked.

"No, that's his 'my boyfriend is really cute today, and I want to chew on his face, but I can't because there are other people around' face," Steve explained.

"That seems. . .irrational. And you like this man?" Robin asked.

"I love him," Steve said dreamily.

"I'm gonna fucking do it anyways!" Eddie exclaimed and launched himself at Steve, latching his teeth on his cheek.

Steve giggled as Eddie straddled his waist and nibbled at his cheek.

"I need a new best friend," Robin sighed. "Because frankly, his taste in men is. . .weird."

[madelynraemunson]

CALL ME WHAT YOU WANT 𓆩♡𓆪

(Book #1 of the Hellfire Gentlemen’s Club series)

strip club owner!eddie x fem!exotic dancer!hargrove!reader

𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐀𝐔 18+ MDNI

Chapter 018: Murphy's Law

You’re only against a handful of things. Of course, the one time you go to bed angry, shit hits the fan.

↳ chapters: 001, 002*, 003** , 004**, 005 , 006 , 007* , 008**, 009, 010, 011, 012* , 013**, 014** , 015, 016**, 017, 018, 019, 020*

* = somewhat smutty chapters ** = smut chapters

author's note: 2/23/2024 — i don't want you guys to suffer too much, so the last two chapters will be released tomorrow 2/24/2024. i love you guys, thank you for tuning in ♥️

CW: i don't wanna spoil anything, so this whole chapter is a trigger warning. please be mindful of this before reading; ps thank you to @freckledjoes for letting me use this picture of barron/"steve"

word count: 1.3k words

♡

“I’m Natalia, who are you?”

“I’m...Shy Girl,” you narrow your eyes. “My boyfriend Eddie lives here.”

You've never been good at math. But it doesn't take putting 2 and 2 together to realize that — the car in Eddie's spot this morning — belongs to the Nancy look-alike in front of you.

And if you looked too fast, you would've thought that she WAS Nancy. But the strapless tube top, lettuce-trim booty shorts, and lacy black tights on a cold December morning rule out that possibility.

Your eyes trail over to Steve in the background, frantic and sweaty, hairy chest out on display as he shuffles around to find a shirt to throw on. You clear your throat, meeting Natalia’s blue eyes one more time before speaking again.

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything."

"Oh no girl, you're fine!" the busty brunette chirps, when she realizes you're no longer a threat to her. "I was just heading out. I guess his roomie is going to be back any second now."

Doing your best to conceal your laughter, you step off to the side to allow Steve's booty call to get her things and scoot out the door. Steve watches awkwardly, leaning against the doorway and flashing Natalia a smile as he watches her get to her car safely.

You wait until she’s out of earshot to speak to him.

“Natalia.” you sing with a smirk. “Really?”

“Don’t make that face.”

“What face?”

“The one you’re making right now, Hargrove. Don’t start.”

Your eyes venture down to the faint bite marks on Steve’s neck. You turn around to look at the doppelgänger one last time, giving her a wave as she drives away.

“Not starting anything,” you insist. “I just think it’s funny.”

He knows what you’re thinking and it doesn’t help his case. Steve steps off to the side, inviting you in. After closing the door behind you, Harrington gestures towards the box in your hand.

“Whatchu got there?”

“Apology cupcakes for Eddie,” you explain. “I was a real bitch to him yesterday so I decided to bake him something to compensate.”

You spent all night guilt-baking, hoping to win Eddie back with the cute vanilla cupcakes topped with sad red frowns on them, followed by a homemade card that reads, "I'm sorry for pushing you against the wall". Expecting Steve to find it adorable, he offers you a rather confused reaction instead.

"…Eddie didn’t stay over last night?” he asks with a cocked brow.

Your heart sinks.

“No… I thought he came straight here after Wayne’s.”

“Well obviously he didn’t,” Steve says. “Hence why I had Nat spend the night.”

“Well do you think he’s at Dustin’s?”

“I’m not sure, I haven’t spoken to the guy since yesterday morning.”

Something's off. Immediately rushing to the living room, you set the cupcakes down so you can call Wayne. It rings a few times but Eddie's uncle doesn’t pick up.

"Wayne's not picking up."

“That’s odd,” Steve gulps. “He almost always does.”

So you go to message Eddie. It's a simple text, Where are you? Straight to the point. To your complete shock, your usual blue text bubbles turn green. Eddie's phone is off. What the hell?

So you go to call him next. It doesn't hurt to try. But then your knees start to buckle when you're immediately directed to an automated voicemail box.

“We’re sorry. Your call cannot be completed as dialed. Please try again later.”

The room is as frostbitten as the air outside. Steve senses abrupt energy shift.

You scroll nervously through your phone. The next person to contact is Dustin. Outside of his friendship with Steve, he is the next person closest to Eddie. But Curly doesn't pick up either.

"Oh god," you feel the color rushing from your face.

"Hargrove, i-it's okay," Steve attempts. "He's probably with Jeff or Gareth or Grant or somethin', o-okay? Let's not jump to conclusions."

He rests a warm hand atop your arm, grounding you back down to earth. You turn to him with worry. He rubs your back to comfort you.

"Eddie would never do anything to hurt himself on purpose," Steve assures you. "I can promise you that much. Don't let your mind go there."

"Okay," you exhale.

"But he is stupid though," Steve adds. "So, to be safe, we should probably check the hospital. Or urgent care. Dude probably cucked his ankle again."

And with that, you two set off to Hawkins Memorial on the other side of town.

The icy roads seem to draw on for miles as Steve drives. And you had no desire to explore the vastness of Roane County, for as long as Eddie isn’t there waiting for you at whatever coordinate the wind blows you to next.

Tapping your feet anxiously on the floor, you click your phone on and off again to see whether or not a message from Eddie pops up. It’s the same outcome every time.

Steve’s gentle hand rests on top of your trembling ones once again. He gives you a soft pat.

“It’ll all be okay, Shy Girl,” he says to you. “Promise.”

Thankfully, hospital parking is almost immediate. Booking it to the emergency department now, you and Steve rush to get to the front of the line to speak to the receptionist. When it's finally your turn, she greets you rather stoically.

“Can I help you?”

Without violating HIPAA?

“I sure hope so,” you sigh. “This is a wellness check. Do you guys maybe have a Munson admitted here?”

“Munson…” the last name marinates on the lady’s tongue almost as if she’s familiar with it. You wouldn’t doubt it. Wayne’s a frequent flyer due to the cancer and Hawkins is quite literally a speck of dust on the map.

You try to help her. “Maybe an Eddie…Edward… or quite possibly a Wayne…”

“Quite possibly a Wayne?” the lukewarm secretary echos you.

“Yes!” you hiss urgently. “Or maybe a John Doe? A guy in his late twenties, early thirties... This person most likely came in yesterday afternoon, night, or maybe even this morning. He has brown hai-"

“Shy Girl…” comes a voice behind you.

It’s one of the Munsons you’re looking for. But to your surprise, not the one you were expecting.

"Wayne..." you breathe.

In front of you is Eddie's uncle, sitting in his wheelchair evidently a bawling mess. If he’s here and Eddie’s not, it can only mean one thing.

Your throat tightens and you struggle to speak. A thin veil of tears gloss over your eyes, your fingertips essentially frozen now as the sterile white building closes up around you.

“Wayne…” you say again. “What happened?”

His uncle sniffs, drawing out uneven breaths as he tries to calm down, nose an irritable red to match his glassy, sleep-deprived eyes.

“There’s... been an accident,” he chokes. “They T-boned him. Van is totaled.”

That van. That stupid fucking van you’ve told Eddie time and time again to get rid of.

“Wayne," Steve interrogates. "Who drove you here?”

“The Henderson boy.”

You can't take it anymore.

“Where is he?!” you demand. “And why aren’t you with him, Wayne?! WHERE IS EDDIE?”

“Doctors won’t tell me nothin'!” Wayne blubbers, his voice cracking like a helpless child. “But as someone whose second home is the hospital, I know what that means.”

The three of you take this time to cry. You instantly collapse into Steve's arms. He embraces you tight, dragging you off to the side so the people who were waiting behind you could be helped next.

Nothing matters anymore, you think to yourself. This is what you get for going to bed angry. The one time. The one time. And as the three of you start to gather yourselves again — rather slowly — Wayne speaks once more... uttering a belief that you've already come to terms with. Something that you already know.

“It’s not looking good for Eddie.”

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side note: s/o to DR. bridgit mendler, the irl barbie

[harrywavycurly]

Texting Joseph Quinn Part 21: Sunscreen

Masterlist: here

A/N: I just love the Troublesome Trio and also sorry I haven’t updated this series in ages🙈✨

*You just want to discuss where you’re going to go on vacation but as always the boys have to make it difficult*

[hugdealer]

Eddie gets shy when you snap a picture of him mid shower, even though he does it to you all the time 🙄

My edit, please don't repost anywhere else. Reblogs welcome ofc 💖

[kwistowee]

JOSEPH QUINN as TOM | MAKE UP (2019) Boyfriend-shaped sweetheart

[hllfireclb]

Ok ok some thoughts about Eddie loving your pussy so much, he‘ll fall asleep while eating you out, before I go to sleep. 18+ Minors go play Fortnite.

You‘re in Eddie’s bed, your hands griping the back of Eddie’s head between your legs so hard, it makes him groan in pleasure. He‘s been eating you out for what feels like an eternity, making you cum all over his mouth and tongue over and over again. Your legs are numb and your core aches from all the overstimulation but you can’t stop him from eating you out like the pussy-starved man he is. The feeling‘s just too good and the view you got from up there, lord have mercy. He‘s so pretty like that, like of course he‘s always pretty to you but when his head is in between your legs, eating you out like a professional pussy eater- it‘s just one of your favorite thing to look at. So you‘re lying there. Body feeling numb and your brain is fuzzy when the slow movements of his tongue suddenly stop. You look down, just to find your beautiful boyfriend sleeping between your legs. His head rests against your thigh, his lips swollen and glistening from his earlier actions. Goddess he‘s seriously the prettiest human you‘ve ever seen. A soft smile forms on your lips when you try to reach down for him so you can pull him closer to you, but your whole body doesn’t move when you attempt to sit up, feeling way to weak to move in any kind of way. "Hey Ed‘s“ your voice is barley above a whisper, not wanting to scare him if he wakes up. But of course he doesn’t hear you. When Eddie sleeps, he does it for real. Not even a siren could wake him up if he was really tired before…and you can tell by the way he ate you out for hours, he definitely was tired by now. So you decide to just stroke his head and hair slowly before you fall asleep yourself, waking up to even more head the next morning. "What? You think just because I fell asleep yesterday I’m finished with you? Ah-ah babe, that‘s my breakfast" he smirks before starting to eat you out again. Haaa, what a romantic boyfriend </3

[honey-flustered]

can i request mirror sex with eddie and wayne hears banging and barges in and talks to you guys about protection

A/N: Apologies for the long wait, love. But I’m here and slowly getting my writing mojo back. I hope you enjoy!

Wrap it Up! (MDNI+18)

Boyfriend!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.4k+

Warnings: smut, mirror sex, graphic language and descriptions, sex standing up, getting caught, creampie (cum gets everywhere), awkward conversations about (sex, pregnancy, protection), Eddie & Reader 18+, some humor, fluff

Despite Eddie’s lean frame, underneath that hellfire club T-shirt was all muscle and you have the perfect advantage to study every ripple and bulge. You’re eyes are hazy but intense as you stare at the image before you in the full body mirror: Eddie’s back, slick with sweat, flexes with every stroke into your sopping core as he fucks you standing up. The muscles rippling in his cute little ass was enough to pull one hand away from his hair to cup it.

Wayne invited you over for dinner as he did every night. And sometimes on the days when he’d have to go shopping for groceries, Eddie would occasionally stay over to “prepare the ingredients” but really it’s just an excuse to have you over his place earlier so that the two of you could fool around. Hence, why now you were in this position discovering your new mirror kink.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” You whine in his ear then bite on the soft lobe.

“You feel fucking incredible, baby,” His hoarse, raspy gasp into your ear causes you clench tighter around him and he hisses. “You’re killing me.”

“Want you to cum in me. Please, daddy.”

“Oh, yeah?” he said says knocking against the magic button within you. “You’re on birth control now?”

“No. But I can take a Plan B. I just want to feel your cum in me. Want it dripping down my legs.”

“Oh, fuuuck.” His nails dig into the soft, plushness of your ass as he pounds into you harder and faster, the sounds of your wetness and bodies colliding fill the room. It’s loud and so were you as you groan a throat-tearing groan at being filled so deliciously over and over.

He bends a little at the knee, throwing you up in his arms enough so that he can get your legs in a position where your feet are beside his ears, the anklet he’d given you on your first year anniversary dangling near the left one. The new position allows him to drill into your greedily suctioning pussy deeper and you thought you were loud the last time. You were screaming as if you were in a goddamn horror movie and he’s just staring you down fiercely wanting to elicit more sounds out of you. Your eyes dart back to the mirror nearly cumming at the sight alone.

Feeling himself about to reach his climax, he climbs into the bed on his knees with him still nuzzled inside you for the final strokes. The backs of your knees now hooked around his shoulders as he curls into you enough to bounce you in his lap and suck and twirl a tongue around one of your hardened peaks.

“Oh my god,” You whine. With one hand still across your slick back guiding you up and down his length, he brings the other between your bodies to massage your swollen clitoris. “I’m gonna fucking cum for you!” Sobbing with legit real hot tears streaming down your face, your orgasm slams into you like a fucking bus and your gushing all over him and you. His unruly public hairs matter down by your creamy arousal. He intensifies your high, slamming into your g-spot and not once giving you a break to cope. You dig your nails into him, the whites of your eyes are all he could see.

“Gonna cum, baby. Ready to take it.”

As if you could speak! You babble and cry out in response. He slams you down once…twice…three times and just as he’s about to fill you up—

“Edward Munson, you know how to work this damn pho-Jesus Christ!” Wayne Munson, coming home from a long trip to the store, expected to walk into his nephew’s room seeing him do anything from playing his guitar to reading one of his comics. What he hadn’t expected was not only had Eddie not set up the table for dinner but he finds Eddie doing you.

Eddie’s horrified that despite thinking that the intrusion was enough to stop his climax it was already too late. His orgasm raked through him forcing himself to bite on his lip to keep from whimpering as he spurts ropes of his warm cum into your inviting gummy channel. But you jump out of his grasp as fast as it happened, forcing his essence to coat anything in close proximity.

Wayne has long averted his eyes before this point, raising his hands out over his face. “Dear god! You could’ve at least put up a sock or something, boy.”

“Oh my god!” You find a throw blanket beside you to bury yourself in.

“Wayne!” Eddie shouts, shoving his exposed cock down between his legs. “What the hell are you doing here so early? Didn’t you have to run like a bunch of errands and shit?”

“I just needed to get some wine and cigarettes, ya nut. Just gather yourselves whenever you’re ready.” He blindly searches for the doorknob and shuts the door.

“Holy shit,” You throw the blanket off of you, standing to go in search of your clothes around the room. “How am I going to face him now after he’s seen us like that?”

“It’s not like he doesn’t know we’ve been having sex.”

“This is different! This is him actually seeing it for himself. I can never look him in the eyes again,” You reach for your panties thrown on his dresser, hoisting up and over you. “I should go home.”

“No, please stay. We can act as if nothing ever happened.”

“How? I’ll be burning up with embarrassment the moment I see him.” You groan and flop down on his bed, your face down on his pillow.

“Long as we don’t speak of it, it’ll blow over,” Eddie says, looking down at the trickle of his cum between your legs and the mess he made all over himself. “We don’t say a word about this even outside this trailer.”

You chuckle, wanting to lighten the mood. You ran a finger on one of his painted thighs, scooping up the thick white substance. “I don’t know. I think your friends would love to hear about your little mess even after getting caught.”

“You’re a menace.”

————

Throughout, preparation of the dinner neither you nor Eddie said anything. Not even to each other. Simply, hanging your heads low while he prepares the table and you spiced up the sauce for the pasta. Wayne is also occupied with his own chore of tending to the pasta and making no efforts to speak as well, avoiding all eye contact. It was an overall awkward affair for all parties.

At the dinner table, the three of you ate in silence. Eddie, rubbing a hand on your knee as you continued to blush profusely and hang your head low.

“Alright, I’m just gonna say it since we’ve already found ourselves in this awkward position,” Wayne says, throwing down his glass to break the silence. “In the countless times I’ve had to clean up your room, never once have I noticed a condom wrapper. So my question is, do ya wear protection?”

Eddie chokes on his drink. “Dude!”

“What? It’s a valid question. As my responsibility as your legal guardian, I should’ve had this talk with you long ago. So, it’s on me. But if the two of you are going to engage in these…activities, you should at least be safe,” Wayne says, carrying the tone of a concerned parent. “So how do ya do it?”

“Do what?” Eddie asks in hesitance, dreading the upcoming next set of questions.

“Prevent pregnancy. Birth control? Morning After Pills? Pull out method?” Wayne probes.

“I cannot believe this is my life right now.”

“Don’t shy away now, Eds? You’re a man now and you’ve gotta have these grown man conversations.”

“Mr. Munson’s right, Eddie,” You speak up, bringing your eyes up for the first time in the entire night. “We have been a little…risky.”

Wayne nods. “Having a child is a huge responsibility. I would know. I took Eddie in when I was pretty young myself. And you’re starting university soon, Y/n. On a full-ride. I’m sure that’s not something you see for yourself as of now. This isn’t to come down hard on y’all. Again, I was young once. But please for the love of God, use some form of contraceptive and learn to lock a goddamn door.”

“Okay, yeah we will.” Eddie affirms.

“Yes.” You agree.

“Good. Let’s shake off the tension now. I’ve already erased whatever that was from my memory so you two can stop acting like you’re walking on eggshells.”

The three of you join in laughter and move into conversation aside from the embarrassing moment. Although, later on that night while you were busy collecting the plates from the table, in one instance of a proud uncle moment, Wayne secretly gestures Eddie for a fist-bump. Eddie mischievously smiles and obliges.