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elaxoxox · 1 year

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You meet Joe at a bar. He’s there by himself following a convention. He’s in a poor disguise but he just couldn’t stand being stuck in the hotel room anymore. You recognize him but approach him as if you don’t know who he is (to not draw attention to him). You offer to buy him a drink because he looks so lonely.

You’ve had a few drink yourself and you start to dance on him. His hands start to roam and you drag him to the bathroom. You squat down and start to suck his cock. Before things go too far, he lifts you by your chin and kisses you deep.

He asks if you want to go back to his room. And you do.

After you are done (smut is up to you), you are laying there and he starts to explain who he is. Then you admit that you knew but you didn’t want to make it a big deal.

OK I'LL DO IT 🥴👀 PREPARE YOURSELF.

Word Count: 4.5k (Definitely my longest Joe x Reader imagine!)

Under 18's DNI.

You're almost too proud to admit to yourself how many times you looked over to the smallest corner of the bar, watching the man in question sip on his drink, one hand on his cheek leaning his elbow down to the countertop whilst scrolling through his phone. That man being one of the most talked about actor's in the industry at this moment in time, Joseph Quinn.

You and your friend were just on the verge of leaving when you eyed back to the corner he was positioned in and then instantaneously made the decision to make up telling her that you were going to stay a little longer because one of your friends she didn't know very well were meeting you at the pub, stating you'd forgot to mention. You knew you had no intentions of keeping this short and sweet but to simply even just say hello to him would be amazing and if it didn't work you'd just leave. The string of white and possibly innocent lies fell from your lips had you now about to be able to do just what you wanted, you shared a hug, said your goodbye's and she left. You flicked your hair in a matter of self confidence and wandered through the small crowd's of people flooded around.

Maybe it was the liquid courage that had given you the confidence, which then had you edging towards the side where Joe was stood, slamming your bag down on the table and sitting on the stool, at least only a metre away and one stool away to see if he'd notice. Surely enough, it worked, Joe hovered his gaze up at you at the sudden noise, double taking until he was well and truly scanning your features, you felt his eyes burning through your peripheral vision as you took out your card from your bag; waiting to be served for a drink.

You thought you were imagining things when a hand reached for your forearm, clenching his fingers around it, Joe held onto you with a concerned look on his face. "I hope you don't mind me prying, but are you alright love?"

You shot a look straight to him, throwing him an overly flashy smile, scrunching your nose up and nodding. "Yeah I'm okay."

"You just seemed a little, erm what's the right terminology to use here... pissed off?" Joe tilted his head to the side, his doe eyes still set on you, you even noticed the way they flitted down, was he checking you out?

You change the subject quickly, avoiding the lies you were already pulling off. "You here alone?" you turned on your stool to face him, resting your hand under chin.

"I am. Was pretty bored so I found the first pub I could to come and get a few drink's in." Joe admitted.

"Well you want another? It's on me." You flashed your card up to him and he shook his head.

"So I'm assuming you're on your own too? Wouldn't expect a pretty woman like you to be paying." You blushed at his words, leaning back and looking out to the crowd to try and hide the fact your cheeks were burning crimson red.

"I am and I insist." Looking back around, you raised your eyebrows persistently.

"How could I say no then?" Joe smirked and you chuckled at the way your stomach did flips, practically forcing it out from your throat.

"I'm Y/N." You stuck your hand out.

Joe took your hand into his, shaking it slight. "I'm Joe." He waited for the moment you were to tell him that you already knew that, but you just continued to smile away, the bartender ripping you from your intense gaze at one another when he asked if you were being served. Joe glanced into the air, pretty confused at the way you hadn't even acknowledged him in the way most people would now, he really liked it though, he felt refreshed to be that of a stranger to someone. Except he wasn't.

You ordered the both of your drinks, after Joe insisted you had the martini on the menu with him, you weren't one to admit you didn't particularly enjoy them but you'd stay off of that subject, who were you kidding; you were completely out to please this beautiful sight of a man.

You took brief sips of it once they were handed to you, grimacing at the taste but trying your best to look like you were enjoying it. You got to know him a little; not just Joseph Quinn but you got to know the real him in some way's, he hadn't give too much away, things you probably already knew, his age, where he was from, what he enjoyed doing in his spare time. Not once did he mention what he did for work, purely down to the fact he was loving the plainness of the way he felt like a regular human being again, not even flinching at the thought once that this was a question you didn't ask.

You really hit it off into the second drink, taking occasional breaks outside to go for a smoke break then going back to your quaint little corner, your safe haven together. By the fifth round, Joe was ordering tequila. The two shots you had went straight to your head and before you knew it you were edged up close to him, he had his arm round you, telling you a funny story that happened between him and his friends once upon a time, you felt your hand graze onto his lap as you laughed at the ending. By the seventh and eighth round, it was like you'd been friends forever, the way you got on with one another was like a match made in heaven, Joe's eyes were burning dark, the alcohol dilating his pupils matching yours. He stared contently at you, licking his top lip making you flutter your lashes right onto them.

"What're you looking at?" You threw a giggle at him. The most flirtatious, most girlish giggle you could ever imagine to even come out of your mouth and that would never come out of your mouth again. You weren't making that obscene noise again in a hurry.

"You're just. Beautiful." Joe's dimples formed on his cheeks as a promising and meaningful smile was thrown your way and you huffed out a sigh so loud.

"Stop it." You rolled your eyes at him, making his brows raise in question.

"I mean it." Joe's hand touched the top of yours that sat on top of the bar table, his thumb stroking over the slits of your fingers.

The moment the music turned itself up told you it was getting later on into the night, it was also the moment everyone got onto their feet and rushed to the dance floor, the bar had got a little too crowded now and you were glad to be staying put for the time being. A rather sensual song played and you leaped up off your stool, singing along, grabbing Joe's hands and swaying yourself around, much to his amusement watching you as he nodded his head along to the motion of the music, standing up and pulling you in.

He twirled you around a couple of times, catching you at your hips and bringing you backwards, your arm lent up to graze your hand at the back of his neck, starting to grind into him. The gasp of breath you felt radiate through your body made you shiver an it only enticed you to close the space between you altogether, your back firmly pressed against him and your ass now rubbing against his crotch. "Fuck, you're hot." Joe groaned, his hands giving you all the ammunition to continue as he wrapped them around you, pushing his bulge forward to meet the way your ass moved.

You turned around, still in his grasp, reaching onto your tip toes to gain access to his ear. "So are you." You spoke loud enough for him to hear it, taking a hold of one of his hands behind you and pulling it away then walking to find the bathroom, nobody was quite clearly aware of him or you as you passed through the busy space; your intentions now fully in swing now that you were clearly enhanced by the alcohol you'd consumed together, a new found confidence in you was a better way of describing what you were about to do. Joe had an incline when he was pushed straight into the disabled bathroom, the door locked.

"Mm, hey pretty girl." He whispered as he watched you walk up to him, laying your hands on his chest. Your faces dragged up and down to each other like a magnet, your lips merely inches away, both of them parted at the heavy silence, the awaited moment where one of you would close the gap. Joe's mouth crashed onto yours seconds later and you turned him around, pushing him against the door and opening your mouth to deepen the kiss, your tongues fought against one another, spiralling out of control with whimpers echoing in unison. Your hands that still remained close on his chest made their way down, fumbling at the button of his trousers, pushing the zipper down and making sure to inch your fingers in-between the skin of his hips and his boxers, pulling in a downward motion, Joe obliged happily as he wedged his fingers in next to yours and pushed them down to the ground. You broke the kiss looking directly at him, your eyes now sparkling with the eager thoughts that roamed through your head.

"Do you mind if I just?" You looked down, your eyes opening wide at the size you clearly didn't expect, girth intimidating yet the size so perfectly just above average you couldn't wait any longer. You didn't even see Joe shake his head, insinuating he didn't mind at all. You dropped down onto your knees, spitting down onto the palm of your hand, letting the rest leak off of your bottom lip before wrapping your fist around his length, jerking slowly and looking up to watch Joe throw his head back in disbelief. "Fuck." He moaned out loud, your finger tips sliding and stroking around the mushroom tip of his cock. That was quite clearly the most delectable noise you'd ever had the pleasure of witnessing, sending bolts of electricity straight to your core. "That feel good?" You asked rhetorically, knowing the exact answer was the right one.

"Would it be too forward if I asked you to give me head?"

"I don't think anything's too forward now when I already got us into this mess." You muttered in yet another girly tone, the feeling of nausea in your stomach from hearing yourself sound like such a simp, yet you fucking enjoyed being this man's simp.

You wrapped your lips around his head, sucking lightly, earning another throaty groan. His big hands came down to cup your head. "More." He sighed out in a gravelly tone. He pushed you forward, your mouth coming down and taking every inch that you could. "I want to fuck that pretty little mouth so bad." You clenched your hands around his ass giving it a squeeze to indicate that you were into it and without hesitating, he thrusted his hips back and fourth, keeping you in position whilst he did exactly that.

Tears stained the corners of your eyes as his tip hit the back of your throat multiple times, your lips sealing around his length and he stilled a little; it was completely obvious that he was close. "Shit." Joe moaned once more, you could feel his cock throbbing in your mouth when he let his hands go, raising them up and running his fingers through his curls. "Can I take you back to my hotel room?" Joe blurted out and you almost could of passed for looking slightly confused.

"Hotel room?" You questioned, you knew he didn't live around here so you pretended once again to act like you weren't sure as to why he was occupying a room for the night.

"Yeah, just staying in the area for an event." He was playing you at your own game, his secret identity to him not yet revealed seeing as he still was under the impression you had no idea who he was. To you, he thought this was probably just a one night stand, a way of getting some action from some 'random guy' at a bar.

"How do I know you're not some serial killer?" You winked up at him playfully.

"How do I know you're not some axe murderer?" Joe replied. You laughed at that, tilting your head to the side, same thing but touché.

It wasn't Joe's objective to have met someone in a place he didn't know very well, let alone be taking them back to the hotel he was staying at to have sex, this wasn't at all usually like him, but he was so bizarrely comfortable around you after the few hours you'd spent together it was pretty much impossible for him to be able to talk himself out of the situation.

You stood up, knees aching from the hard ceramic tiling of the bathroom floor, Joe's hand tilted your chin upward to him as he leaned downward to give you the sweetest kiss of your life, a full firework display erupting in your head, your head was spinning and not just from the alcohol. Not too much but not too little, he swiftly moved away to pull his trousers back up, palming his hand over his tight erection to make it less painful and took a hold of your hand this time, leading you out of the bathroom and out of the bar.

Unnoticed ad unbothered by anyone else, you were unsure how that happened, maybe it was the way you noticed Joe kept his head down not making a scene and not breathing a look back at you until you'd exited outside. You walked the short distance back to the hotel, talking the way you were practically an hour ago, linking your arm through his to keep the warmth of his body close against you.

Joe caged you in the elevator against the mirror once the double doors closed together, kissing you more fiercely than intimately this time, his teeth bit down onto your bottom lip, he kneeled slightly to allow his hips to buck up into your heat, hearty moans could be heard bouncing off the tight four walls, the hardness of his erection had not faltered at all, he wanted nothing but to fuck you right then and there but he had to remain as patient and well behaved as he could until the moment you'd got into his room, it wasn't an easy task.

You hurried down the corridor when the doors opened, Joe dragging you behind him, his fingers intertwined with yours. Stopping at the door, Joe plucked his key card from his trouser pocket and scanned it, pushing down the door handle and flicking the light on, you look around you to see a rather fancy and spacious hotel room, the biggest bed you had ever seen and a view like no other. You rushed to the window whilst Joe made sure the 'Do Not Disturb' sign hung from the other side and the door was locked. He slowly stride's up to you, his hands on your hips most delicately as he moves his head down to plant soft kisses on your neck, your head falls to the side, leaning into him slightly, you eye up the beautifulness of the city whilst he makes work of your neck, his teeth nibbling down and lips sucking at a sweet spot cause your breathing to hitch. "Do that again." You didn't have to ask twice, Joe swapped to the other side in an instant, biting his teeth lightly into the mirrored spot and marked you the way he intended, moving back and admiring his work, he hummed.

"Nice little bruises you have there." You stared at your reflection in the window, taking a closer inspection.

"The work of a true artist." You both huffed a filthy laugh as he guided your hips to move around to him, lifting you slightly until you got the message, you were now in his arms with your legs firmly wrapped around his waist. Your hands placed on his biceps, you felt his muscles flex as held you tightly and you could have salivated at that easy, but you held it back so you didn't clearly embarrass yourself.

He moved you over to the bed, flopping you onto it and you'd secretly wished he'd of kept you in that position longer, it felt so good, slightly moving in a way to be that close to him. Crawling over and holding himself up against you, his lips fell to yours again, peppering kisses all over your face until he had you giggling. "That giggle is so sexy yet so cute, fucking hell." You bit down onto your lip, a little smirk lingering, proud that you had him right where you wanted him.

"Shall we get down to business, my cock's fucking throbbing." You nodded not even fully before Joe pushed himself up. You both undressed yourselves, eyes not falling off one another, both hearts racing at the mere thought of this crazy, eventful and very admittedly funfilled evening.

Joe eyed your cunt as your legs spread apart and his mouth fell open, jaw could have almost been mistaken of falling to the floor the way he stared at you. "You're fucking soaking." Joe growled.

"All for you. That's what you get for letting me give you half a blowjob." Joe chuckled deeply.

"Screw foreplay, I just want to fuck that pretty pussy right now." Joe grabbed at your thighs and pulled you to the edge of the bed, lined himself up, his cock leaking that very moment just from the sight of you. His choice of words had your hole gaping.

You didn't even get the time to ask if he had protection. Joe plunged his cock straight inside of you, hissing at the way you ate him up, your slick gave him an easy entrance, pushing each inch of his length deep inside, his tip ramming its way through your walls, stretching you out and getting you used to his size. You didn't complain, you were on contraception anyway and it's not like he was patient enough to talk about it either. "Oh my god Y/N, you're so tight."

You couldn't muster a reply, your eyes squeezing shut at the twinges of pain and pleasure mixing together. "How do you like it? I want to make you feel so good."

You still couldn't speak, you stuttered random noises out of your mouth, your heart beating out of your chest, your mind was going ten to the dozen, more or less from the scepticism of having Joe's thick cock wedged inside of your cunt.

"You alright-" He grew concern quickly before you interrupted him.

Your eyes shot open, you looked downward to see his hips touching the inside of your thighs. "Hard. Fuck. Me. Hard." Joe was coerced to give you exactly what you wanted, the worried look drained away and his eyes deviously smiling right at you. He thrusted his hips into you, not even starting slowly, giving you everything he could. Dragging your legs upward to rest on his shoulders, he lent down his hand and pressed his thumb up onto your clit, rubbing harsh circles against it, the pad of it felt delicious, the ache rising higher whilst he continued to pound into your cunt forcefully. The unholy noises matching your awaited climaxes caused you both to sweat irrationally, the smell of sex apparent in the air, his thumb still tackling your twitching bud, hitting the spot just to the side where you liked it most. It's like he'd discovered your body long before tonight. Yet the more you moaned through his actions, the more he knew where to go with it.

"Shit Joe, oh my god."

"Yeah baby, you like it when I fuck you like this?"

"Y-yes I-" You came undone, your hips lifting wildly into the air as you gushed over his shaft, cotton wool enrapturing your head at the way your soul shot out from you. You were just a body laid down on a bed whilst you watched yourself from above being positively railed through and through. Joe couldn't help the sight of you cumming and the way your walls clenched around him in the most perfect way. It had him pulling out and fucking himself with his fist over your cunt, his cock exploding with hot seed up onto your stomach, his head threw back as he almost screamed your name in the violent orgasm that was at it's pinochle. You came down together from your highs, breathing erratic from the reoccurring sensitivity that was still blowing both of your minds out of your skulls. Joe fell next to you, staring up to the ceiling just to get himself back to a normal state before he even tried to speak a word that would make sense.

Before long, he moved to get up and go into the bathroom, cleaning himself up and bringing the spare towel through to wipe up the mess he'd created on your body. "Wow." You swallowed thickly, trying to taste the saliva in your mouth that was drying up quickly. "Yeah, wow." You'd fucked yourselves sober, not that it became anymore awkward when Joe asked if you were staying or if he needed to walk you back to your home so he knew at least you'd gotten back safely. It was after midnight after all and although he still didn't know you too well, he still cared. That was just the way Joe worked.

You agreed to stay with him and climbed into bed with one another after you'd got up and fixed yourself a glass of water. Joe offered for you to sleep in his shirt just so you were a little more comfortable but you declined politely suggesting he'd already seen you naked and defiled you, so it didn't particular matter that you were going to go to sleep in the nude with him.

Joe creeped over to you when you laid on your side after dimming the lights down to settle and relax. "Can I see you again?"

You whipped your body onto your back, looking at him longingly. "So this isn't just a one night thing?" You held your smile back, truly delighted by his question.

"Honestly? I'm not a 'one night thing' kinda guy. Though if I feel a connection with someone, which isn't often - I'll run with it." Your smile heaving over your features quickly, truly delighted by his reply.

"Then we will see each other again." You moved closer, pecking a kiss onto his cheek, he almost looked serious for a second.

"There's something you should know though." He interrupted your happy and most victorious moment in your head when your smile fell through, your lips dwindling together wondering what he was next going to come out with.

"What?" You said.

"I'm kinda reserved in this field because I... I'm newly, erm. Famous I guess." He didn't know how else to put it, he just let the sentence roll off his tongue and wasn't quite sure how you'd take it either, but you know exactly how you were taking it. You already fucking knew.

"And that means we can't-"

"We can, oh we can, I'm just nervous and new to the world that is fame. I'm an actor, I made it big this year - well clearly not big enough for you to not know, but in the most non cockiest way possible, a hell of a lot of people know who I am and the event I'm here for is partly to do with me and I don't want to scare you away because it's a big deal and all. If seeing me again might jeopardise your privacy I completely understand but I just want you to know that-"

"I know who you are." You shouted out over the top of his voice, you couldn't hide it anymore. Joe moved backward, his brows furrowing in confusion, the act you've kept up all night purely a farce.

"Wait what? Was this a ploy? What do you mean? Y-you've known a-all this time and not said a word?" His questioning and quite frankly anxious demeanour began to rapidly pour out at a wicked pace.

"Honestly. I did it because I wasn't bothered about who you are in the outside world, I saw you alone and I'd just left my friend and I wanted to take the chance to get to know you and I did and it lead us here and even though what happened, happened, I enjoyed it not because it was Joseph Quinn but because I'm insanely attracted to the guy who made me laugh, the guy who looked at me so nicely. The guy that bought me fucking tequila and made me actually like martinis. I only wanted to say hello and have a drink with you if I could but it went far better than I could've imagined." You poured out your heart, maybe your intentions didn't intend to go this far, but you were right; it happened and you couldn't go back on it.

"You don't like martinis?" Was all he gathered from that.

"Correction, didn't." He laughed a little from the back of his throat, nodding as the rest of your words hit his memory. It instantly made him feel better that you already understood the situation that if you did see each other again and maybe more after that, it wouldn't be as normal anymore.

"You don't hate me?" You bit down on your lip apprehensively.

"No, I don't hate you. I wish you'd of told me sooner that you knew, but the way you wanted to treat me normally makes me so fucking happy. You're beautiful and quite entirely made my night and I really want to get to know you better, maybe starting a little more sober too."

He moved his arm over your stomach and towered above your face, bringing his lips down to kiss you passionately, short yet sweetly.

"So when can I see you again?"

"In the morning when we wake up." You giggled.

"I'll never grow tired of hearing that." He beamed a toothy grin at you, his eyes darting from yours to your lips. Was this the feeling of love at first sight you'd read in fairy tales? The look of pure emotion and desire? Happiness overflooded you both. Contentment hit.

Turning the lights out, he moved you around and spooned you from behind, smiling at himself, feeling almost lucky to have you there with him. He'd never been so glad that he decided to make that trip to the bar, he cured his boredom hugely. He found you.

#joseph quinn imagine

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elaxoxox · 2 years

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I'M SO- FOR THIS

STOP! HAMMER (what if you wrote something about actor reader kissing joe on the check during the premiere when someone asks what their relationship is like in the new season) TIME!

"It's been great fun working with this lot," Joseph said into the microphone, gesturing around at the cast all surrounding you. "Coming into a show this late in the game is hard, but everyone was so kind and warm and welcoming, it didn't feel like a chore."

"Y/N, do you feel the same?" the moderator asked, and your heart warmed when you heard a few cheers as Joseph handed you the microphone. Getting booked for a show like Stranger Things was incredible, especially with your character: Amanda, the Girl™ in Hellfire Club. She was so much more than that, though, a fighter and as quick as a whip, and playing her had been a dream come true.

"Yeah, I was really nervous," you chuckled. The stage lights were almost blinding, and you squinted as you gathered your words. "Like Joey said, it's like... It felt like everyone was so excited to have us on board, and that definitely was such a blessing."

You cursed yourself for using your special nickname for Joseph, something only you called him. After filming started two years ago, you and Joseph were quick to become friends, especially with the amount of scenes that Eddie and Amanda had together. You spent more time with him than anybody else, and you knew that the audience would love your chemistry. In those two years, though, a genuine friendship had blossomed between you and Joseph, eventually leading to a confession during filming of episode 9.

Eddie's death had been scripted to be with very few words, just the necessaries, Dustin and Amanda coming to Eddie's rescue just too late, and Amanda tearfully accepting Eddie's pleas to lead the sheep. "I will," the script said, but, on the day, at 5:30 in the morning, covered in more fake blood than you knew what to do with, your emotions got the better of you. Instead of "I will", you said, "I love you". And Joseph, with his quick wit, had replied, "I love you too, princess." After wrap, Joseph came to you, inquiring about the improv, and, by the time he left your trailer, he was your boyfriend.

Joseph was, by nature, very private. He didn't use social media hardly at all, and you had already heard him in interviews saying that he had "friends" who would send him TikToks; you being the friend, laughing at videos of Eddie as you laid on Joseph's chest before bed. It wasn't a surprise to you that he asked to keep your relationship under wraps from the press, and, while it was hard sometimes, the quiet moments with just him were worth it.

"We don't know too much about Amanda or Eddie," the moderator said. "The episodes are going live online tonight, in about three hours; tell us a little bit about Amanda."

"Well," you started. "Where do I start? God. Mandy's the only girl in the Hellfire Club, of which Eddie is the Dungeon Master. She's so fierce and fun, doesn't take anyone's sh... Crap— forgot I can't curse here— and she's just a perfect compliment to Eddie. Dustin and Mike really find a-a sister in Mandy, and I loved being able to be that for them."

"And who is she to Eddie?" the moderator asked, and you caught Joseph smirking out of the corner of your eye.

"To Eddie," you started. "Mandy is his best friend. He's been held back a few times and all, and she's always been there to support him." That was about all you could say without spoiling much of Mandy and Eddie's storyline, and you shrugged.

"And, Joseph, who is Eddie to Mandy?" the moderator asked, and you handed Joseph the mic back with a smile. He looked dashing in his blue pinstripe suit, but you could tell that all of the layers were hot, his forehead dotted with sweat.

"Eddie is..." Joseph began, and he looked back at you curiously. "Eddie is Mandy's best mate. He confides in her, drives her to school, steals her ham sandwiches... Wait, maybe that last one's me and Y/N." A chuckle rose from the crowd, especially Gaten, standing in front of you, obviously remembering the day on set that Joseph had stolen your lunch and only accepted kisses in return for getting it back.

You couldn't help yourself, and you leaned up and pressed a kiss to Joseph's scruffy cheek. You were satisfied with yourself and the puzzled reaction from the crowd, but then you saw a smudge of your red lipstick on his cheek. "Shit," you mumbled to yourself and hastily began to wipe it off, but Joseph jerked his head away.

"Nah, leave it," Joseph laughed, batting your hand away. "Getting kissed by a pretty girl, I want evidence of that. We get that on camera, yeah?"

"I'm so sorry, Joe," you giggled, and he smiled at you.

"I'll get you for that," he said, grinding his teeth in fake-annoyance, and he touched his cheek. Then, away from the microphone, he leaned into you and mumbled, "I'll really get you for that."

"Consider me gotten," you said, and your Joey smiled at you.

#joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn #stranger things eddie munson #st4

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elaxoxox · 2 years

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Hopper’s Favorite (J.H)

Warning(s); Possesive Hop,smut! (piv), cockwarming,semi public,dom! Hopper,casual dominance?.

Pairing(s); Jim Hopper x Girlfriend! Reader.

Summary; how can hop punish you when you’re his favorite girl?

A/n; sooo I see a lot of hard dom/ mean dom! Hop so I wanted to go with a softer version🥰

This is short but I’m kinda just testing the water’s because I’m scared imma write him out of character and I don’t wanna do that🫠

Everyone at the station knew you were hop’s girl,you bring him lunch and he always kisses your cheek. Neither of you confirm it though,you always just wave the people off.

Some of the men at the station started to believe you were some paid whore that hopper keeps around. He shut that down very quickly and thereafter you didn’t show up for awhile.

Today was a new day though, and when they saw your pretty self walking into the front they all seemed to perk up. You stopped to talk to the receptionist lady for a few minutes going on about girl things. She finally stopped and dialed into hoppers office “hey, y/n’s here to see you” she nodded and hung up and a few seconds later his door opened.

You smiled the second you saw him all dressed up in his uniform “you forgot this at my place” you said and sat his hat on his head with a smile. “I thought I told you to warn me before you came by” he whispered and you shrugged “it’ll be fine.” You waved him off and hopper eyes you for a minute. “I’ll leave if you want” he shook his head “no, no. I want to see you.” You hummed and he started to walk back to his office, you following behind like his puppy.

“You’re back! We’ve miss you” one of the deputies said and you just smiled and waved. You weren’t clueless about the things they said about you,you weren’t stupid. “Why hasn’t your pretty face been around?” Another asked and you shrugged “just been busy.” Hopper stopped when you did. His eyes narrowed at the two men talking to you almost daring them to try anything with you.

Hopper tugged your arm gently and noded towards his office. “It was nice seeing you again” you smiled kindly at them and shifted your way into his office. Hopper followed in behind you and closed his door. You’re standing with your head facing the ground not wanting to look up at him due to nerves.

“Hon, what was that?” You shrugged twiddling with your fingers “just beein’ nice” hopper lifted your chin with his finger. His eyes bored into yours “and what’ve I said about talking to them?” “Not to…because they’re mean to me” hopper nods “mhm, they don’t deserve your kindness, sugar” you didn’t reply after that just squirming under his gaze.

Hopper’s thumb trailed over your bottom lip gently “you know I gotta punish you right?” You whined quietly “M’sorry hop, don’t…don’t punish me” hopper blinked at you a few times as if he was running things over in his head. “Mmm, I’ve a better idea.” Hopper walks over to his desk sitting down in the old squeaky chair.

“Come here” he motions you over with two of his fingers and you follow respectfully. You stood next to him and watched as he undid his belt opening up his tan slacks. Your mouth drooled at the sight of his semi-hard cock hopper hooked his hand around your thigh jerking your towards him. His hands trailed under your dress and tugged the cotton that covers you down. It pooled at your ankles and you stepped out of it “hand it to me” he instructed and you picked it up dropping the ball of cotton into his hand.

Hopper moved his hand up to your lower back and tugged something he always did when he wanted you to ride him, signal you can straddle him. You settled yourself in his lap “you can put it in” he instructed and you lifted up your hips. You let out the softest moan as you sunk down on him. “No, none of that. You stay quiet understand?” You nod and settle your hands on his shoulders.

“Can I move?” You asked and hopper shook his head “this isn’t for that, sugar. I just want you to sit here and keep me warm while I work” you chewed at your lip wanting to argue “if you try to move in any way it’ll only be worse when we get home.” You nodded and settled into his chest.

He kissed your forehead gently “see? You can be good, I hate having to punish my favorite girl.” Your cheeks flushed and you tried your best to relax and not focus on hoppers cock inside you.

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📸 Photo Booth Fun 🎞

Eddie Munson X Reader (smut) 18+

Eddie takes you to the arcade and gets an idea when he spots the photo booth hidden in the corner of the large building…

Warning: smut, swearing.

You’re on a date in the arcade with your boyfriend, Eddie and he just keeps letting you win every game you play cause he loves seeing your face light up, all proud with yourself.

Eventually he becomes more and more needy with suggestive kisses and subtle touches. He can’t take it anymore and just wants to see you fall apart, so he gets an idea.

He pulls you over to the photo booth in the back corner of the arcade room, luckily the arcade was pretty dead that day so he reckoned he could pull this off successfully.

Once your in the tiny space he pulls you onto his lap, even though there’s a seat beside him but that just doesn’t go along with his plan.

Pushing his luck at first to test your willingness, the first batch of photos are silly ones with you both doing devil horns, sticking your tongues out, pulling funny faces and the last snap of that batch he decides to snake his hand underneath your tiny skirt and squeeze the flesh on your thigh, thumb grazing over your panties which results in you gasping and looking at him with wide eyes and him smirking with a devilish look in his eyes. That last photo from the first batch had him determined now.

“Three more sets yeah?” He says in a low, suggestive tone and you could now tell he was up to something so you instantly started feeling flustered and like putty in his arms.

“That’s a lot, Eddie.” Is all you manage to choke out, looking at him through the reflection of the screen in front of you both. He lets out a chuckle and leans his chin on your shoulder, pulling you closer back into his lap and you can feel his growing erection.

“Just look into the camera and smile.” He breaths against your neck, sending shivers down your spine and you do as your told, staring into the lens with a toothy smile on your face as Eddie presses the button.

During the five second countdown Eddie’s lips lean to your ear “do you think we could get away with making you come for me?” And as the photo snaps, perfect timing, your face drops in shock and your body stiffens, this makes Eddie burst into small laughter as your looking like a deer in headlights.

“You’re such a pervert, Eddie!” You say, waiting for the second batch to come through the printer.

“And you love it, don’t ya?” He muses, smug with the reactions he’s pulling from you.

For the next batch you take one of you kissing Eddie’s cheek for the first snap, him kissing yours for the second, the third you both touching the tip of your tongues together and the final snap, Eddie moves his hands to your inner thighs again, squeezing hard.

You know you’re gonna look insane in that last picture because your eyes widened but you still had a smile on your face.

“Eddie, behave yourself.” You warn him.

He just has a smirk on his face as he leans forward to put some more coins in for your next batch.

The beeping starts and Eddie doesn’t move his hand away from your inner thighs, instead pulling your legs apart slightly and brushing his ring clad fingers against your clit, over the now damp panties you had on.

He presses a kiss to your jaw and nibbles on the skin around your ear and neck, you sigh with a shaky breath at the sensations he’s creating within you. Your eyes flutter shut and your head rolls to the side to give him more access to your skin.

“How would it make you feel, me getting you off in here? Trying not to get caught? I know it’s turning you on so don’t lie to me.”

You swear if his lips weren’t whispering directly into your ear you wouldn’t have heard a word he said with how loud the music in the arcade was playing in contrast to how quiet and low his voice had gotten.

You turn your face to try and look at his with a flustered and confused frown, not really believing he was being serious but the second your eyes meet his he takes the opportunity to press his lips against yours, letting the camera snap another picture.

Your stomach is fluttering and your heart rate picks up drastically and you can feel yourself getting more turned on by the second, although you weren’t willing to tell him that.

“Would you enjoy that?” He asks again after breaking the kiss and you pull your face back to look over his face.

“You’re joking, right?” There’s uncertainty in your voice. Your skin temperature was noticeably rising under his touch, hand still giving small squeezes to your inner thigh and fingers dancing around the skin near your hips. “You can’t be serious, hundreds of people come in here to get their pictures taken. Someone could walk in, you can’t jus-“

He cuts you off with a gasp falling from your lips as he cups your heat and runs a finger over your folds.

“That’s not what I asked you.” He tuts, eyes scanning your features before he leans closer. “Would you enjoy it? And don’t worry about other people, I can tell you right now with this curtain closed, I will not let anyone open it, no one’s gonna walk in, so be a good girl and answer me.”

“What about taking pictures?” You try changing the subject, not entirely ready to submit verbally to his dirty fantasy. You knew you were already screwed though. You squirm a little in his lap, trying for some kind of friction for relief as he has his hand still cupping your mound. He was only applying a small amount of pressure which was torturous.

You’re waiting for him to reply but when you look back to look at him you find his eyes are heavy and filled with something dark and lustrous which makes you think he’s definitely not leaving this booth without getting what he wants.

You know he’s stop if you were genuinely uncomfortable with this situation but with his hand over your clothes pussy, he can feel you getting wetter. He knows how shy you are as well, he knew he’d have to coax you gently into feeling comfortable enough to admit you want it.

You were thinking of just how mad you both were for even entertaining the idea of this.

“Oh, I plan on taking more.” He says like it should be obvious and now the lightbulbs are starting to go off in your head. “You’ll only see from your chest upwards, i just want to see your pretty face as your getting off from my fingers.” He explains further and your eyes grow large and mouth drops open as he finally starts using his the pad of his middle finger rub circles over your panties, putting pressure when they find your clit.

You push your bum, arching your back just slightly as you add more pressure. “We can’t Eddie.” You say with absolutely no conviction, a soft moan slipping past your lips after you say his name.

“Yeah, actually, we can.” Smugness written all over his face with a sly look as you let out a gasp when he starts rubbing harsher circles over your still clothes but ruined panties. “We can stop though, if you don’t like this. Just say the word and we can continue later.” He whispers lowly, biting your earlobe and your in pure bliss as your eyes involuntarily flutter. “Is that what you want hm? For me to stop?”

You exhale a weak breath as he tickles his fingers over your clothes hole, pressing the fabric down with his fingers, collecting more of your mess just soaking through the material and onto his fingers.

Never in this lifetime did you ever consider doing such an outrageous thing. Or even knew you could be turned on so much by it. There’s a little angel in one side of your mind telling you to behave and continue this in private but there’s an even louder devil on the other side, telling you to trust Eddie and just to let go.

“What if people are waiting and think we’re taking too long?” You voice your worries, naturally needing Eddie to justify your questions before you were ready to fully submit.

”We’ve only been in here for five minutes, I’ll be quick, promise.” He knows your anxious and can’t help but smile lovingly against the nape of your neck as his fingers continue teasing over your underwear, waiting patiently for you to give him the green light to go further. “All you have the worry about it feeling good and being quiet, I’ll do the rest. So do you you want me to stop?” He assures you and your mind is racing. You can’t focus properly with his fingers massaging against you.

“I don’t want you to stop.” You say ever so quietly with an exhale of a breath as your breathing becomes even more shallow.

“You want me to make you cum, yeah? Would you like that, baby?” His words slightly muffled as he moves his free hand to brush your hair back over your shoulder to get even more access to your skin as he attacks you with kisses. “C’mon tell me.”

He shifts his hips, rutting upwards into your a few times for some sort of relief.

You should say no. You should tell him to stop and you should be rational. Instead you decide to not hold back the truth of the matter as breathe out a quiet “yes.”

Eddie’s own breathing gets heavy and he even exhales a long “fuck” with a hiss at your final say for him to get started on your properly. The tension in the small space seems to be compressing you both closer together.

After your verbal approval his hand races to pull down the hem of your panties. A whimper followed by a quiet groan pulls from Eddie’s throat the second his fingers come into contact with your bare skin, covered in arousal. Embarrassingly messy and slippery.

He collects the leaking slickness of arousal from your entrance and spreads it around your pussy lips and clit. “Fuuck, you’ve made such a mess already, haven’t you, sweet girl?” His low voice vibrating against your neck, leaving sloppy kisses over your warm skin. You instantly whimper pathetically at his choice of words.

Your hips squirm, needing more as he’s just playing with your arousal in this moment and not exactly paying attention to where you need him.

You’re excited and needy for what’s to come, your eyes fluttering shut and only really opening when feel the need to ground yourself.

He finally presses his fingers against your throbbing clit, slow circles teasing and your breathing picks up even heavier.

The thought of doing something you know is wrong can feel so right. In this moment you’ve never felt so right with the way you let this situation go. You can stop thinking about him, his touch, his voice, his breath on your skin. You need to feel him.

“Can I take some pictures now?” He asks with a sweet and caring tone. His movements steadily and gradually moving faster against your sensitive nerve. “Only if you’re okay with it.”

You get it. Your boyfriend wants a reminder of how good he makes you feel. The thought of a permanent visual reminder of your face in its most vulnerable state has you feeling nervous and if it was anyone else you would be completely against it, but with Eddie, you trust him and you like how he praises you in the right ways to help build your confidence with your physical appearance. You don’t hate the way you look, you’re just insecure about a few things, like any human would be.

You forget to respond at first, too caught up in the feeling of his ring and middle finger pushing gently against your neglected hole, teasing the entrance before slowly pushing into you, building that pressure you know will have you completely spent in minutes. “Yeah, you can take ‘em.” You grant permission which has Eddie leaning forward with his free hand to put more coins in the slot before pressing the button. Eddie let’s a groan escape his lips as he’s relieved by the friction of shuffling forward slightly.

You steady your hand on Eddie’s knee and grip it as the tightening feeling in your lower abdomen started building from his fingers brushing that special spot in your cunt.

When he relaxes a little more, the timer starts and your breath hitches in shock as he now uses his free hand to massage your sensitive bud, with the other still pumping in and out of you. The scene was beyond dirty, beyond pornographic. Your legs are completely spread open as your back is pressed to his chest whilst your bum wiggles sat in his lap, your skirt pulled up, fabric resting on your stomach as your dripping wet panties stop your thighs from opening further as they were hanging around your knees.

You let out a strangled moan, eyebrows scrunched and jaw slack, vaguely hearing the click of the first photo being taken.

Your hand instantly slaps over your mouth to muffle your noises as you’re approaching a point where you can’t trust you’ll not make some sort of sounds slip past your lips.

You turn your hand around to bite down on the back of it as Eddie’s fingering you relentlessly and adds a third finger, causing your walls clenching around his fingers which makes your eyes squeeze closer and an involuntary moan slips past your throat, muffled by your hand.

You don’t even notice the second picture being taken. The build up becoming so powerful your mind is all over the place and your cheeks turn hot at the squelching sounds of your arousal being pushed in and out of your hole with one of his hands, and arousal being slapped against your clit as it grows more sensitive by the second. You even jolt a little when he does this.

“That’s it,baby, doing so well.” He coos against your earlobe “Can’t even describe how fucking heavenly you look. God, I wish I could fuck you right now.”

Your skin is on fire and all you can manage in response is the panting from your open mouth, desperately trying to be quiet but struggling.

You grind onto his lap, feeling the bulge rub against you and you meet the pace of his fingers thrusting in and out of you.

Eddie wasn’t messing around when he said this would be quick. You were at the point of almost holding your breath in to hold on just a bit longer.

He knows exactly how your body works. He’s completely mesmerised by every single movement and sound you make in response to his touch. He finally decides to pull out the moves he knows will have you tumbling over the edge in less than one minute.

His fingers no longer pulling in and out of your, just rammed into you to his knuckles, staying inside and the tips of his fingers flicking at your g-spot in a come hither motion. His movements rough and rushed as he coaxes your body into a state of pure overwhelming euphoria.

His other hand slapping lightly against your clit “fuck, fuck,fuck, yes, yes, yes, that’s it.” You exhale and try to keep your voice to a whisper. You don’t even know what you’re saying you just need to relieve some of the pressure through verbal spouts.

Eddie’s fingers work faster and the pressures almost about to burst through your body. You lean you head back on his shoulder for support as your limbs one by one start giving out. You let out a not so quiet moan “Eddie, oh my god.” But you couldn’t help it. Fuck, you didn’t even care if people could hear anymore.

“Shhh - gotta stay quiet, remember?” He hushes against your ear, groaning as your rut your ass into his hips. “You’re really close aren’t you baby?” He coos again, “want you to come all over my fingers. Don’t hold back, okay?”

All you can manage is a muffled “mhm” and squeeze your eyes shut tight, as the overwhelming sensation of pleasure ripples from the centre of your clenched cunt and down your legs, sending muscle spasms through your limbs.

Your orgasm washes over you like massive tsunami wave. Powerful and so strong you lost all control of simple skills. Your back arches up as your hips buck with overstimulation and you’re lost in this feeling completely. Eddie whispers “there we go, sweetheart, that’s it, let go.” followed by mumbles of praise and encouragement.

As your release takes over your body, your moans are silenced by your teeth digging into your wrist as a restraint. Eddie whimpers as he can feel your walls spasm around his fingers and your body convulses in deep sharp breaths.

Eddie takes the wet hand that was slapping against your clit and grasps your jaw to turn your face to him; kissing you harshly and letting you use his mouth to moan into as you ride out the back end of your orgasm.

Finally, his fingers become too much and you have to tug your hand at his wrist as you start to flinch and twitch from how sensitive you were in all places between your legs.

He chuckles lowly into your mouth as he pulls his fingers from your pussy and then pulls away from your face to bring his soaked and sticky fingers up to his mouth. Eyes glued to yours with hunger as he sucks your arousal clean from every inch of his hand.

You swear you could start to feel yourself growing wet again just at the sight of him doing this.

He leaned forward, licking his tongue along your jaw and cheek, clearing off the arousal that transferred when he moved his hand from your bud to your face.

You giggle as his soft licking tickles your skin.

Eddie’s eyes dart from your lips - so swollen and moist, to your eyes - drunk from your climax. “Fucking hell, I could seriously overindulge with how sweet you taste, consider this a warning.” He of course, throws a little humour to the mix as you’re still calming down from your high but you still manage to roll your eyes and exhale a chuckle.

“Oh, dear god, help me.” You say back.

He gestures for you to hop off his lap and before you do it yourself, he’s pulling up the panties which feel around your ankles. Sliding them up your legs until placed where they belong. The stickiness between your legs and covered on your panties felt a little uncomfortable, making you squint a little. Eddie gives your ass a quick smack, earning a gasp from you, before he lets your skirt fall over it and into place.

Your body is still buzzing and your legs feel like absolute jelly as you both make your way out of the booth. You stand with your hand laced in his whilst you wait for the pictures to print from the printer. It takes a while. You notice Eddie keeps adjusting his jeans, the bulge impossible to hide and probably aching to be touched. He was biting down on his lower lip as you gaze up at him and his brows knitted together, like he was trying to focus.

“Are you alright?“ you know it’s a stupid question but it’s all you can think of to say.

“No, not really.” He mumbles, eyes still focusing on the machine that’s slowly printing out the four sets of photos. he quickly tries composing himself, “it’s alright though, it’s my fault. I did this to myself. Don’t worry, can be taken care of later.” He finally looks down at you, making warm eye contact.

“Later?”

Eddie smiles at you and lifts your chin up as he leans down to press a peck to your lips quickly. “Yeah later, at home, after band practice.” He explains further to answer your question.

“Am I invited?” You say shyly. Eddie looks at you like you’re crazy.

“I’m offended you’d ask me such a silly question. Of course! You’re never ever not going to be invited, I just didn’t want to make you feel like you had to ‘repay the favour’ or something.” Eddie collects the photos in his hands and he starts flicking through the sets.

“Sure you can wait till later?” You giggle as you point to his obvious tent. Eddie removes his eyes from the photos to follow where your eyes are looking at his bulge.

“No actually, scratch that. Apologies but this date is getting cut short,” Eddie’s eyes grow dark as he’s hungrily consuming one of the sets. You lean over to look and he’s staring at the pictures that were taken when he was fingering your soul out of your body. “We’re going home and I’m gonna need you to help me with this.” He swallows, the sexual frustration heightening, causing him to be blunt and agitated.

Your eyes are still studying over the four images of your face. Your mouth agape’s in a mix of embarrassment and surprise. You don’t know how you feel about these pornographic images of your face.

As you’re both walking towards Eddie’s van in the parking lot, Eddie is walking as if he’s on a mission whilst you’re strolling behind, still analysing your face and criticising the way you look.

It’s not until Eddie reaches his van and stops to wait for you to catch up when he notices how your face is scrunched up and you’re clearly judging the shit out of yourself.

“Baby, you okay?” He asks as you approach the van and finally rip your eyes away to look up at him.

“Uh yeah,” you start and Eddie waits for you to continue before he decides to get in his van. “I just, I think I look weird in these.” You admit, feeling stupid for even bringing it up.

Eddie looks at you with puppy dog eyes. Soft and worrisome as his heart drops with how negatively you’re seeing yourself.

“(Y/N), baby, you’re expecting me to say this, I know, but I wouldn’t say it just to comfort you. I say it because it’s the god damn truth.” Eddie holds your shoulders to get your full attention as he’s being dead serious right now.

“Is it weird that we have a photo of your faces reactions to being sexually pleasured?” Eddie rhetorically asks before answering his own question. “Yeah, you know what it is really weird but, but weird isn’t always a bad thing. It might be weird but these are also beautiful photos, 100% pure and authentic. You’re not posing, you’re being natural and nothing gets more beautiful than that.” Eddie rants and you place your hands on top of his giving them a squeezing as you smile at his words. Not just because he’s being nice but because it makes sense.

“Come here you big softie.” You roll your eyes and pull him into a soft and loving, gentle kiss.

“I get that you feel a little insecure about the photos. If they bother you, please tell me and we can get rid of them. Otherwise, I’d like to keep these two sets, if you don’t mind?” Eddie’s honesty and compassion is like no other and it’s things like this that remind you everyday why you love him so much.

You nod and then can’t help but pull him into another kiss. Really struggling to keep your hands away from him today.

“My patience is starting to wither away now, so please get in the car so we can go home, my dick has been aching for the past half hour and if I don’t take these pants off soon my balls will explode.” Eddie graphically and dramatically explains. You laugh at him, rolling your eyes as he starts the engine.

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