#Joe Quinn rpf

[sweetprfct]

Yes Forever

Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: Joe has been giving hints and it's making your heart explode every time.

Author's Note: The bridge of TTPD is to blame for this. Enjoy! :)

Wordcount: 1.9K

You knew you should have seen it coming.

It wasn’t like he wasn’t making it obvious these last few weeks. It wasn’t like his little actions were something he has been hiding. You should have seen it coming, but you didn’t want to expect anything. You didn’t want to hope just in case you were wrong, you know? You didn’t want to feel disappointed if it was just your mind making things up. 

It started off at the night of his movie premiere. You were all dressed up, and Joe couldn’t get his eyes off of you. Though, that wasn’t the thing that stuck out the whole night because Joe always looked at you like that no matter what. He was always telling you how stunning you were and that he was so lucky. The movie premiere went smoothly. You joined him at the red carpet and everyone was so proud about the movie and then, the after party came. You didn’t know if it was Joe having way too many drinks, or your mind was just being delusional. 

You sat next to him in the booth. Joe and his co-stars were laughing talking about a memory from the set, and you couldn’t help but let your mind wander somewhere else. It wasn’t like you were bored with their conversations or anything. You were actually enjoying yourself, but it was Joe’s soft touch on your hand under the table that was distracting you so much. 

“You know you should watch out for Joe.” One of his co-stars told you. “I would run off if I still had the chance.” He teased. 

You laughed softly, shaking your head as Joe wrapped an arm around you. His hand softly caressing your arm and his other hand… well… 

It was doing something that was making your heart race. 

Your hand was set on his lap and his index finger was grazing over your bare ring finger. You couldn’t help but purse your lips as you tried to keep your attention on the conversation in front of you. Joe kept that going for the rest of the night, and he didn’t say one word about it when you got home. So, you let the subject go. 

Then, you noticed one night when you were slowly falling asleep on the bed that Joe was just smiling and staring at you. His fingers caressing your soft cheek, while you were fighting hard to keep your eyes open. 

“Hmm…” You smiled, letting out a soft hum. 

“So beautiful.” Joe whispered, kissing your hair. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Joe.” You smiled, moving closer to him. 

You rested your head on his chest, your fingers finding his as you played with them. Joe then intertwined his fingers with yours and brought your hand on his lips, pressing a soft kiss on the back of your hand. 

“You have no idea how much you occupy my heart.” Joe said. “It’s all yours, darling. All of it.”

“I love you so much.” You smiled, pressing your face on his neck.

Joe held you tighter in his arms as comfortable silence blanketed the room for a moment. You two never really talked about the subject of it, but you knew there was that mutual understanding between the two of you. You just knew. You both really didn’t have to talk about it because what was there to talk about, right? You both already knew where this was heading. 

“You know, there was no other woman I felt this way about.” Joe murmured. “When I first saw you, I knew in my heart that it was you. You’re the one I want to spend the rest of my life with.”

You hitched a breath as Joe grazed his fingers over your bare ring finger again. You kept your eyes close, face still pressed on his neck. You didn’t know if you could look into his eyes right now. With the words he was speaking, your heart was beating hard out of your chest that you swore he could hear and feel it. 

“Darling?” Joe moved back a little, gazing down at you. 

You kept your eyes shut and stayed still. Joe’s fingers grazed over your cheek again, his lips tugging into a small smile. 

“You’re the love of my life, you know that?” Joe whispered as you fluttered your eyes open. 

You smiled at Joe, glancing up at him and said, “What’s going on, Joe?”

“What do you mean?” 

“I’ve noticed it lately…” You tilted your head at him. 

Joe raised his brow, pretending like he didn’t know what you were talking about. 

“Notice what?”

You chuckled softly, shaking your head. “Nevermind.”

Joe reeled you back in his arms, kissing your hair softly. “I just want you to know how much I love you.”

You nodded your head, smiling softly as you set your head back on his chest. You didn’t want to say it first if he couldn’t admit it because you didn’t want to look stupid. Maybe you really were being delusional in the first place. Maybe Joe really was just being sweet and wanted to reassure you of his love. 

That was all. 

You finally let that subject go for a few weeks. It didn’t appear in your thoughts again until that one night when Joe had taken you out for a date night. He had suggested taking you into a nice restaurant since it had been a while since you both had gone out on a date. So, you agreed. You dressed up in a nice pale blue silky dress, and Joe was in a nice button up and trousers. You couldn’t help but run your fingers through his curls the moment you saw him waiting for you by the front door.

Joe hummed approvingly as he set his hands on your hips, pressing your body against his. 

“God, I can never get over how stunning you are.” Joe whispered, kissing down your neck. 

“And I can never get over how handsome you are.” You smiled, feeling his hands gently run down your sides. 

Joe gazed down at you, his eyes sparkling before leaning down to kiss you passionately. Leading you out the door, Joe had taken you to the restaurant that he chose, and it was nice and cozy. You couldn’t help but enjoy this moment with him. It really had been a while since you two had spent time together, especially with both of your busy schedules. 

“I’ve missed this.” You smiled, taking a sip of your wine.

“Me too.” Joe took your hands in his from across the table. “Sorry if I have been so busy, darling.”

“Joe,” You tilted your head at him. “I understand. You don’t have to apologize.”

“I know, but still…” Joe took a deep breath, playing with your fingers. “I want to apologize and want you to know that I love you.”

Squeezing his hand lightly, you gave Joe a warm reassuring smile. “Joe, I know. I love you too.”

Joe smiled slightly, looking down at your fingers. He played with the ring that you had on your middle finger for a moment before slipping it off. You watched as he slid it over to your ring finger and for a moment, you felt your lungs stopped working. You felt your heart almost exploding as Joe smiled slightly before slipping the ring back on your middle finger again. 

“Joe–” You whispered.

“Good evening, I’m Elle. I’ll be your server this evening.” The server stood by your table, giving both of you a genuine smile.

You pulled your hands away from Joe, your index finger and thumb playing with your ring anxiously under the table. Suddenly, the thoughts that you had pushed away from the last few weeks appeared in your mind again. You bit your lower lip, trying to focus your attention back on Joe and the server. You could feel your heart beat a thousand miles per minute, and you didn’t know how to really react with what just happened.

The rest of the night, you tried to keep your thoughts to yourself. You told your mind to be quiet and just enjoy this dinner date with Joe, especially that it had been so long since you both have done this. Joe never mentioned it once during the whole dinner. He acted like nothing happened and what he did was just a normal thing. However, your heart couldn’t fit in your chest anymore. No matter how much you tried to push the thought away, you kept repeating that little scene he did before dinner. 

“Hold on a second, darling.” Joe held your hand before you could open your front door later that evening. 

“What is it?” You turned to face him as he cupped both of your cheeks between his hands.

“I just want to do this.” Joe leaned down to kiss you softly on the lips. 

You chuckled softly, kissing him deeper and pulling him close to you. You wrapped your arms around his neck as Joe continued to kiss you, this time so lovingly and gentle. 

“I love you.” He murmured through the kiss.

You let out a soft hum as you ran your fingers through his hair. 

“Marry me.” Joe murmured through the kiss. 

You froze for a moment, parting from the kiss as you stared at him with wide eyes. Joe, however, gave you a look that was all so loving. His chocolate button eyes twinkled as he caressed your cheek with his thumb. 

“W…What?” Your words stuttered as you processed what you just heard. 

Joe didn’t say anything as he walked around you and unlocked the front door. He turned to face you again, held out his hand and opened the front door of your flat. You gasped softly as soon as you saw what was behind him. The place was lit by candles and rose petals were laid out all over the floor. 

It was like what you saw in the movies. 

“My love.” Joe took your hand in his as you both entered the flat. 

You swallowed every emotion that was coming up in your throat as you watched Joe’s hand reach for his pocket. Then, he gazed up at you, holding a small red box in his hand, and a smile tugging on his lips as he got down on one knee in front of you.

“Joe, I–” 

“Darling, you knew that the first time I saw you, I knew that you were the one. You make me a better person everyday, and I love you so much. My heart is yours forever. Would you do me the honor to spend the rest of your life with me?”

You gasped softly, both your hands covering your mouth as tears welled up in your eyes. Your heart was racing, and you could barely find words in your mind. 

“Will you marry me?” 

“Yes.” You smiled as you helped Joe get up from the floor. “A thousand times yes. Yes to forever with you. Yes to everything with you.”

Joe grinned happily as he took the ring from the box and slid it on your ring finger before reeling you into his arms and kissed you passionately. Everything almost felt unreal as you kissed him back. 

“I love you.” You murmured, smiling happily.

You have never felt this happy before. Your heart was exploding in happiness as Joe kissed you again and held you in his arms. A big wide grin on his face, tears welling up in his eyes the moment he parted from the kiss.  

“I love you.” Joe whispered, embracing you. 

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you stared into his eyes, happiness radiating from the both of you. 

With Joe, it was always going to be yes. 

Forever.

The End.

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[itsonlyjoseph]

The First Time You Met | Joseph Quinn x Reader

synopsis: short one-shot of meeting Joe at the pub

warnings: None, English jargon

word count: 1.5k

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You were sat at your desk working quietly when your co worker knocked on the wood as if it was a door, getting your attention easily.

“What are you doing tonight?” She asked you.

“Uh, nothing I guess. Go home, open a bottle of wine and watch the telly til I fall asleep.” You smiled up at her, as if that was the high life.

“Oh come on, it’s Friday. Come out for once.” She practically pleaded with you.

“I don’t know. I’d have to get home and change and then come back in. Where do you even want to go?”

“You don’t have to go crazy, we’re only gonna’ be at the Churchill.”

You thought for moment. You hadn’t been out with your friends in a while and you definitely needed a break.

Your vibrator needed a break.

The Churchill Arms was a lowkey pub that didn’t require you to dress up too much. In fact, you’d look a bit silly if you did.

“I guess I can come.” You mumbled.

Eleanor, your co worker, squealed at your agreement and gave you a tight hug around the shoulders.

“Oh, my god, yes! This is gonna’ be so much fun. We haven’t seen you out in actual months.”

“I’m sure it hasn’t been that long.”

“It has.”

You narrowed your eyes up at her in a mock offence.

“We’re heading over right after work so make sure you’re ready.”

“Okay…” you mumbled as she walked off.

You liked your friends and you liked going out, but you also like going home, putting on your big socks and getting under a fuzzy blanket with the fireplace going.

You weren’t a loner or anything, you were just comfortable being single and having no responsibilities other than yourself.

You’d made it this far alone and you were proud of yourself. It felt good to do whatever you wanted and eat whatever you wanted for tea and decorate your house however you wanted.

Something you never admitted, however, is sometimes on very rare occasions, you did feel a bit bored or lonely when you had no one to talk to about your day or your nightmares or the latest film you just watched.

Soon, five o’clock rolled around and you packed up your things and haphazardly shoved them into your purse, walking down to the lobby to meet the others. You were wearing your typical work clothes. Casual, black knitted jumper and brown plaid trousers with some maroon Mary Jane ballet flats that cost more than you should’ve paid.

Luckily for you, your place of work was very casual and easy going but “casual and easy going” in London probably meant something different to the rest of the world.

The pub was already relatively busy considering it was a Friday night but not so busy that it was practically a nightclub. This is how you liked it.

You got a table close to the back and sat as one of your other co workers went to the bar to get the first round. The atmosphere was easy going and after a short while, you felt yourself actually really having fun. The conversation flowed easily. You’d poked fun at your bosses and horrible clients, talked about upcoming projects, talked about guys (much to the dismay of the lone male co worker amongst the group), and everything in between.

After the third round of lager was brought back to the table, Eleanor leaned over to speak quietly to you.

“I don’t want to alarm you but there’s a really cute guy looking at you.” She giggled.

You rolled your eyes and paid no mind to her. Like you said before, you were quite content being a singleton.

“No really, I think you should probably chat to this one.”

You decided to entertain her and turned your head to this alleged man checking you out.

You made eye contact and felt your breath get sucked out of your lungs.

That’s fucking Joseph Quinn, you thought.

You turned back to Eleanor with a somewhat dumbfounded look on your face to see her clearly excited one.

“I doubt he is looking at me of all people.” You said, taking a large gulp of your pint.

“Dude, he’s not stopped looking at you. Even when you went up to the bar.”

“Surely not.” You were suddenly ten times more shy than before.

“Surely yes, go talk to him!” Eleanor urged. The rest of the group was completely oblivious to your conversation, too engrossed in their own. Not that you minded.

“I can’t just go talk to the Joseph Quinn you idiot. I’ll choke and trip and just make a fool of myself in someway.”

“No you won’t. You’re always so hard on yourself.”

You were now very aware of the celebrity and it was making you feel small… and hot.

“Okay I have an idea. Take a deep breath, glance over and smile and then grab your coat and go for a fag. See if he follows.”

“This is so stupid.” You said, taking a deep breath. Obviously you knew who Joseph Quinn was. You never really gave it much thought but definitely thought he was attractive, just like every one else.

“Just do it!”

“Fine!” You gritted through closed teeth.

You took the last gulp of lager and grabbed your coat, walking towards the beer garden, but not before shooting him your best smile you could muster up.

Your eyes connected for a brief moment and you felt your spine tingle.

The air outside was chillier than when you’d arrived at 6pm.

You leaned against the brick wall and pulled out a cigarette and lighter. Even though Eleanor had practically kicked you outside, you would’ve stepped out for a smoke at one point or another.

You were outside for about two minutes alone with the other drunks when the back door opened and out stepped Joseph. You could tell it was him even through your peripheral. He just had aura about him.

Slowly walking over to you, he pulled out his own smoke to pop between his lips.

“Hi.” He said with a sweet, bashful look.

“Hey.” You smiled shyly.

“Do you mind if I pinch your lighter?”

You didn’t say anything, just shyly getting your zippo out of your pocket and flicking it open, igniting the end of his cigarette and ignoring the thumping in your chest.

“Thanks.” He said, moving his head back slightly and taking a long draw.

There was short silence between the two of you until he spoke up again.

“I’m Joe, by the way.” You smiled down at you.

Wow, he was incredibly attractive this close.

“I’m Y/N.”

“Y/N.” He repeated, not breaking eye contact. “What do you do, Y/N?”

“I work in television, actually.”

“Oh really? That’s really cool. So do I.” He seemed rather excited.

“Yeah, I know.” You giggled.

“Yeah, I figured you probably did. I guess anonymity isn’t really an option for me anymore.” Joe seemed rather tense now. Perhaps he was hoping you didn’t know who he was and he’d have a real conversation for once.

“Probably not. But hey, it’s not like I’ve never been around a famous person before. I do work in television after all.” You reassured.

“So what exactly do you do in television.” He asked, taking a drag of his cigarette.

“I’m a production manager.”

“Oh wow, what have you worked on?” Joe asked you, gazing down at you.

“Uh, I worked on Fleabag, Broadchurch, a show called Sherwood. Couple things like that.” You began to get shy again. Here you were, telling a famous actor about your boring job, probably the pants back on him.

“What do you have to do exactly when you work on a show?”

“Well, I basically organise location, actors, crew, funding, marketing, all that sort of stuff…” you began to explain and Joseph looked actually genuinely interested. This never usually happened. Whenever your friends dragged you out and you began chatting to a guy, he always seemed so bored when you spoke about your job.

Not Joe, though. He was listening intently and asking actual questions and sometime during the time you’d been speaking, you both stubbed out your cigarettes and he’d stepped closer to you.

You only realised how long you’d been talking when Eleanor popped her head out to tell you they were leaving now.

“Oh, uh yeah. I’ll be right there.” You said to her before turning back to Joe.

“Sorry, I didn’t realise how late it had gotten.” You smiled.

“Yeah, neither.” He smiled shyly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I actually had a really good time talking to you, though.” You said sincerely.

“Yeah, me too.” He smiled back.

There was a beat silence as the two of you just looked at each other. You gave him one last smile and turned to walk back inside to your friends, silently praying that he’d ask for your number or offer to walk you home or at least something.

You’d almost made it to the door when you heard Joe swiftly turn on his heal and call out to you.

“Can I have your number?” He asked, rather frantically, like he’d almost missed his shot.

You turned back to him with a small, shy smile.

“Yeah.” You giggled. “Okay.”

[joequinnisgod]

Caught in the act

Pairing: Joseph Quinn x f!reader

Summary: You wake up from a wet dream, but Joe’s asleep, so you have to take care of yourself. You end up in the shower, where he catches you in the act.

Warnings: smut, f!masturbation, shower sex, squirting

Word count: 2k

Your eyes slowly opened at the buzzing sound of your phone, tearing you from your dreamland. To not wake Joseph, you quickly reached for your phone and turned off the alarm.

After rolling on your back, you noticed something unpleasant that made you frown. You were all sweaty and a particular dull ache sat between your thighs. Pictures from the dream you were living in just a few moments ago started flooding your mind. After you opened your eyes again letting them adjust to the bright room, you turned your head to the side. Joseph was sound asleep. His eyelashes stroking his face, his lips all puffy and slightly open as soft snores escaped his throat every now and then. He had a long, busy day the previous day and he got home quite late so you didn’t want to wake him.

With your eyes closed, you started re-living your dream. Your fingers traced your skin all the way down to your panties and slipped them under the thin, soft fabric. With two fingers of yours you started gathering the wetness and spreading it around before you started playing with your clit. Not having the patience to tease yourself, after a few slow circles your fingers began picking up the pace. Your free hand made its way to beneath your shirt and you started massaging one of your boobs and playing with your nipple.

Soon, you had to realise it wasn't enough. You were used to Joe's heavenly, skilled tongue and fingers and the feeling wasn't the same at all. Suddenly you remembered the pastel pink vibrator you had in your top drawer, purchased a few years ago. You enthusiastically reached for the handle of the drawer, only to meet the sad reality again. The batteries in it died a few weeks ago and each time you visited the grocery store, you forgot to get new ones.

A heavy sigh fell from your lips as frustration started to get under your skin. After not being able to come up with any ideas, you decided to just start your day. Glancing at Joe, you saw him still laying there, deep asleep. You walked to the en suite bathroom and washed your face before brushing your teeth. Still feeling sticky and sweaty from your sleep, you decided to take a shower.

You opened the glass door of the walk-in shower and opened the tap. After stripping out of your pyjamas quickly, you walked underneath the big, fixed shower head and enjoyed the hot water pouring down your chest. You stood there for a few minutes, just getting mentally ready for the day but your with your excitement not quieting down, it was a little hard. As your eyes wandered across the water droplets on the wall tiles, your gaze stilled on something. The handheld shower head.

"Back to the good old way." You murmured to yourself after a few seconds of thinking about it as your hand reached for it. You opened the tap for the detachable shower head, adjusting the temperature and pressure of the water. Not knowing any better, you sat down on the floor of the shower, with your back against the wall and your legs spread wide, and aimed the shower head towards your pulsing core. A loud gasp erupted from your throat, already starting to feel a little relieved.

"Oh, yes." You moaned quietly and carefully, not to wake Joseph. Your free hand went to your boob again, as your mind wandered back to the same place.

His lingering touches, his hot kisses, his burning, sweaty skin, his thick, heavy moans, his deep voice...

"You take me so well, baby."

The way his hips slammed into you, along with the unholy sounds filling the bathroom of a fancy place where a long forgotten award show was held.

"Joey, please..don't stop."

"I'm not planning on it, princess. I'm gonna make you cum so hard.. – he said between heavy breaths – the whole building will know what we were doing in here. And they're gonna be so..fuck...so jealous of us."

You looked at the both of you in the mirror. The way his eyebrows furrowed in pleasure and concentration while looking at where you connected, then to your reflection was almost enough to make you come undone right away.

"Look at you, baby. Such a pretty thing. Being such a little slut..only for me."

"Only for you, oh." You squeezed his hand. "Joey, I'm so close." You panted.

"C'mon baby, cum for me. I wanna feel you fall apart around me. Show me how naughty you can be for daddy."

"Oh, Joey, fuck."

"Having fun there?" His voice startled you, making you jump and drop the shower head.

"Fuck..are you kidding me? I was so close.." You whimpered in between heavy breaths as a teardrop full of frustration rolled down you cheek as you reached for the dropped head.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, doll." He pushed his boxers down as he made his way towards the shower.

"No, you're not."

"No, I'm not." He flashed a cheeky grin as he closed the door behind himself.

Just when you thought your problem was finally to be solved, he started spreading the body wash on his chest and stomach, actually taking a shower.

"What are you doing?" You looked him up and down.

"Taking a shower." He gave you a confused, teasing look. "You know..that's what people usually do in here."

"Fuck off." You aimed the shower head at him.

"C'mon, love." He reached his arm towards you to help you up from the floor. "What got my baby so frustrated and whiny?"

"You." You muttered as he wrapped his arms around you.

"Me?" His eyebrows ran up his forehead.

"Yeah."

"What did I do?" He chuckled.

"I had this dream about you. About us."

"Hmm..really? What were we doing?"

"You were doing me, Joe. So well.."

"And that's why you're whining?"

"No..it's because you weren't awake when I woke up, so I had to take care of myself. But that wasn't enough, and the batteries in my vibrator have been dead for weeks now and I aways forget to get new ones, and now you interrupted me right when I was about to cum."

"Oh, my poor baby. What do I do with you now? Hm?"

"Make me cum, Joey, please."

"Fuck..how could I say no when you're asking me so nicely? And how do you want me to do that?" His hand travelled down the curve of your back and caressed your ass before grabbing it firmly, making you moan softly.

"I don't care, just make me cum. Fast, cause we're both gonna be late."

"Okay, I have a photoshoot, but where are you going?"

"I'm going out to have late breakfast with your mum."

"I thought that was tomorrow."

"No, it's today, but please do something with me now. What will I tell your mum when I'm gonna be late? Sorry I'm late, I was busy 'cause your son was fucking me senseless?"

He pressed his lips to yours in a heartbeat to shut you up.

"Jump." He murmured as he tapped the back of your thighs.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his lower back, making your aching core touch his hard cock. A gasp left your mouths as he stepped to the wall you previously sat against and pushed you up against it. A small hiss left your lips because of the cold walls, giving Joseph the chance to slip his tongue into your mouth. You took your hand from the back of his neck and traced it down from his chest to his angry length. You started tracing the veins with your fingertips to rile him up even more before wrapping your hand around it and slowly starting to pump him up and down.

"Fuck..I'm not gonna last if you do that." He swallowed thickly.

You lined him up with your entrance and moaned out loudly as he started to push inside you, filling you up. Your hand went back to his head, tugging on his curls.

"Fuuck.." A breathy, deep moan fell from his lips. You couldn't help but clench around him, making his breath hitch in his throat. "What..what happened in your dream?"

"We were in the bath- oh..in the bathroom..during an award show and..we couldn't wait 'till we got home, so..so we did it in the bathroom...in front of the mirror."

"Shit..we can do it in front of the mirror."

"And we will when we get home..but don't you dare stop now."

"Anything you want, my love." He took a hand from under your thigh and caressed your hot skin from your leg to your breast at first. He gently massaged it, making your eyes close and your head tilt back against the wall. His hand then came up to your throat and his fingers were wrapped around it in a second, squeezing the sides of it gently.

"Joey, I'm gonna.."

"You gonna cum already? I haven’t even been inside you for five minutes. My poor angel, so worked up, so needy, huh? Look at me, baby." When he didn’t get any reaction from you, he let let go of your throat and cupped your cheek. "You with me? I wanna see those pretty eyes."

You were so lost in the feeling of his cock so deliciously deep inside you and his scent filling your nose, that you didn’t even notice him stilling his hips at first.

"No, no, no! Why’d you stop?" You opened your eyes and looked at him with an upset look on your face.

"I said look at me. Keep your eyes open for me, doll. Can you do that for me?" His thumb stroked your cheek lovingly, yet somehow still in a mean, teasing manner. His lips came close to your ear as his voice got quiet and low. "Can you do that for daddy?" He started moving his hips again.

"Oh, fuck. I’m so close Joey.."

"Cum for me, baby. C'mon..soak daddy's cock."

Your hand went to your clit, circling it fast and impatiently. The feeling of Joseph’s hand leaving your cheek to wrap itself around your throat again was only fuel to the flame. Your back arched off the cold, wet tiles and your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your frequent, sinful moans bounced off the walls. At the same time you felt his hand choke you harder and suddenly everything became so overwhelming. For the first time in your life you felt liquid gush out of you, right around his cock.

"Thaat's it baby. Good girl..oh, fuckfuckfuck."

You felt Joe's hot seed spill inside you, making your orgasm even more intense. He drove his hips into you at a fast pace, making sure to get the most out of your orgasms. His thrusts slowed down at the end after he rode out his high as well, until he didn’t stop completely.

"Fuck..that was so good" You whispered as you pressed soft kisses along the side of his neck, gently sucking on the skin.

"You fucking squirted." A proud smile sat on his face.

"I’m not surprised..I’ve been edged three times this morning." You whimpered to him before pressing a kiss to his lips.

"I love you." He murmured into the kiss.

"I love you." A content smile spread on your face.

"I really gotta get something we can sit on in here."

"I'm not against it..I had to sit on the fucking floor."

"God..every time I'm gonna look at the shower head, that's the only thing I'm gonna think of." You chuckled as you shared a few more kisses.

"When'd you brush your teeth?"

"When you were a little too busy. It was the hottest thing I've ever seen." He pressed kisses down your chest.

"So you were watching me like a fucking perv?"

"Mm-hmm...can I have that view again when I brush my teeth tonight?"

You slapped his arm as he let you down onto the floor, sighs leaving your lips as he pulled out of you. His hands grabbed your ass again as he pulled you close to kiss you one more time, before starting your actual shower.

Thank you for reading, hope you enjoyed it! Have a beautiful day / night!! <3

[keeponquinning]

M’KAY. you’ve really done it now. all i can think of is sick reader, completely bedridden and exhausted with illness. joe kissing your neck, your hands, anywhere he’s sure he won’t hurt you. rubbing his hand across your scalp, massaging the ache until you fall asleep. bringing you a warm beverage in bed. making sure you get something to eat. I’M SOFT. ENOUGH OF THIS !!!!!!!!

sdfksdfj okay but i am planning a little ficlet in here with me series bc i'm lame and always thinking of them™️ where reader is sick and he takes care of her but IMAGINE THIS

reader being the type that likes to suffer alone, but Joe is not having any of that.

he makes you soup from scratch, bc of course he does. do you like noodles? we're getting the fresh stuff that's super expensive and you're like, "...ramen cups would have been great" and he's just looking at you like "the fuck are you talking about? i love you. but what the fuck."

he's always there with a cup of tea, as well. wrapping you in a blanket when you're shivering, but also using himself as your weighted blanket that just smells really good and gives great kisses.

you try not to kiss his lips, and he takes great offense about it.

"I don't want to get you sick, idiot!"

"I'm not going anywhere?! love me. stop denying me what i want."

"you want my germs???"

"yes! y'know what? yes, i do. stop hogging them to yourself."

"-sniffles- you're an idiot."

"are you sniffling because you're sick or because i got you emotional?"

"...i don't know."

he would keep touching you and massaging where it aches. yes. him and his magic fingers. he would check your temperature with a kiss on your forehead and pressing his cheek there as well. "Just as I thought. You are hot, so hot you're blazing. you've always have been, though..."

And you just stare at him, bc while flattering, you're sick, he needs to stop, but he just grins away like a school boy who thinks he's so funny.

he kinda is. but you are in no mood to tell him. just sit and sulk...but with a tiny smile that makes his grin even wider.

[larakb117]

LONDON ADVENTURE

Joseph Quinn & female y/n

Summary: Just smutty smut with Joe & female y/n.

Content warning: rpf, smut (18+), oral (female & male receiving), fluff

Part 12

The next few days were packed with appointments for Joe. You attended his Tonight Show appearance and actually got to know Jimmy Fallon himself. He was a funny and polite guy, introducing himself to you the moment you and Joe arrived at the NBC studios, right after you had went on top of that building: Rockefeller Center. The view from up there was mindblowing. Looking at Central Park, the Empire State Building and the stunning One World Trade Centre in the background let goosebumps run down your whole body.

The tonight show was really fun, a newcomer band performed, you were able to sit in the crowd right at the front. A few minutes before the show officially started some scattered seats got filled with some more people. You got a glimpse at one of them, who wore a Joseph Quinn shirt, crying in her seat. Joe sat in his seat, answered Jimmys questions and just looked so handsome. They both played Mad Lip Theatre together, which was hilarious and actually one of your favorite challenges they do on the show, so it was pretty cool to see it live. After they had finished filming the show, you were guided back to Joes backstage room. You rushed into his arms as soon as you stepped into the room: “Babe, you were amazing!”, Joe hold you close and kissed your forehead. “Thanks, love.” His hands rubbed your back up and down. You looked up to him, he stood really straight while you kind of sank into his arms, that’s why your little height difference multiplied by, what felt like, 5. Joe hold you for a couple of minutes. “Wanna grab something to eat?” You nodded and loosened the tight grip on his upper body.

Just some streets downtown from the NBC Studios you and Joe took a seat outside of one off the restaurants on the side of the street. Like always Joe hold your hand with his, they laid right in the middle of the table between you. After a bit of chatting and eating the food you had ordered you just sat their together and watched the most diverse people walking by. Suddenly one of those persons stopped rapidly and looked at Joe in disbelief once she perceived him. “Oh my god, you are Joseph Quinn!” Joe smiled shyly and ran his hand through his hair: “Yeah.”, he simply said. The girl chuckled nervously and stared at Joe for a moment. “You want to take a picture or something?”, Joe obviously tried to break the awkward silence between them. “Oh, yes. Hahaha!”, the girl laughed and her face turned red immediately. Joe stood up, laid his hand on her shoulder and they took a selfie. “What`s your name darling?”, Joe asked. “I´m Cara.”, she answered, shaking because of her tension. “Can I hug you?”, Cara asked. Joe went straight in, and hugged Cara. It was a long hug, definitely distant but you still felt a little sting in your chest. He also rubbed her back, not like he did with you, but still, the little sting was there. Joe broke the hug and sat back down at the table: “Have a lovely day, Cara!”, he winked at her and waved, when she turned around and continued her walk.

Joe looked at you: “You okay?”, he obviously had recognized your nervous hand scratching, that you always did when you felt uncomfortable. He tried to reassure you with a tiny smile and a little hand squeeze as he took your hand again. “Yeah, yeah…”, Joe did not believe you for sure. He knew exactly what was going on, you could see it in his eyes. Just a few days with him, but you already knew each other that well. “D´you know what? We should get to the hotel now.” He cheekily smiled at you now. You immediately understood. The sting was gone. Joe chuckled, grabbed your arm and ran to the next available cab with you.

The moment the backdoor of the cab got closed and Joe had told the driver the address of the hotel, he attacked your neck by roughly kissing and und running his tongue up and down, your head fell to the side to give him better access. His tongue touched your earlobe where he started to nibble a bit. Everything he did with his mouth made you moan, no matter which part of your body he touched with it. His hands got caught in your hair, you clenched your thighs together, you needed him right now. The cab driver cleared his throat at the front seat and Joe and you, separated right away. “We´re here.”

Joe paid and again grabbed your arm, teared you out of the car and into the lift at the hotel lobby. You were alone, so Joe kissed you again and again, your body stuck between his and the lift wall, this time it was sensual kisses on your lips. The fast switch from rough and passionate to slow and soft made your head dizzy. The lift door opened, Joe ran down the hall to your room and opened it with the key card. In chuckles you entered the room, Joe rapidly pushed you to the nearest wall and kissed you. His mouth wandered from your lips, down your jaw and neck and over the blouse you had decided for this morning. He pushed the waistband of it a little bit up, to gently kiss your lower stomach.

Roughly he pushed down your jeans and panties underneath at the same time. They were wrapped around your ankles now while Joe started to kiss you where you really needed him. You bumped your head to the wall in your arousal. Joe lifted your left leg up on his shoulder, he was on his knees for you. The little pressure of his tongue on your clit while he grabbed your thighs made you cum fast and hard. Your hands were tangled in his curls, trying to push him even more into your pussy, riding out your high against his face. His name escaped your throat several times, mixed with loud moans and sighs.

Joe removed your leg from his shoulder and guided you to the bed, where you laid in front of him. He removed your jeans completely, and opened the buttons of you shirt, until you were displayed entirely naked for him. He bit his lower lip and looked you deep in the eyes. “Damn, you are the most beautiful human I know, love.” You shyly smiled and sat up to undress him too. You could see his bulge clearly forming in his pants.

His shirt went to the floor, his pants followed them, then his boxers, his cock sprang free and for the first time, you felt like you wanted to try one of those things you were afraid of the whole time. “I want to blow you.”, you said to Joe staring at his hard cock right in front of your head. “You… what?”, Joe heavily exhaled. Now you looked up to him: “I want to blow you, Joe.” “You want my dick in your mouth?” “Yes.”, you were so sure, but Joe was obviously unsure about it. “You don’t want it?” “Oh I would love to, y/n. But are you sure about that?” You hectically nodded and touched his length, to start off, with your right hand. He moaned into the touch, which made you smile in pride. Your hand pumped his cock a few times, precum leaking out of it.

Then you wrapped your lips around his tip. Joe couldn’t contain a loud grunt. His hands were in your hair, slightly pulling at them. You loved the effect it had on him. You slowly started to get some more of his cock into your mouth, your tongue playing with it too, Joe letting out the filthiest sounds. “Oh, I´m so close.” You sucked him harder, taking more and more of his hard cock into your mouth, almost your throat, until your gag reflex kicked in. His breathing got heavier, which made you pussy throb. You needed him, very bad. “Y/n, I´m cumming. Where?”, was everything Joe managed to get out. You wanted him right inside, so you did not let go, when you felt his cock twitching in between your lips. The hot rope of cum shot down your throat, a weird but good feeling, you swallowed all his cum straight away.

Joe let out the loudest groan you ever heard from him. His hands were still in your hair with a tight grip, pushing your head more onto his cock which let it touch the back of your throat. He tasted amazing. You would have never thought that you would do something like this: deep throating a man in a hotel room in New York City.

Joe giggled a bit, and pulled his cock out of your mouth. “Damn, that was great.”, he sighed and sat down on the floor, aligning his face with yours. The entire time he had stood, while you kneeled on the bed. Joe smiled at you: “Thank you.” He cupped your cheek and pulled you in for a kiss. It was loving, long and intense. You wondered if he could taste himself in the kiss. “Already excited for the next time.”, you cheekily smiled back at Joe.

You hadn’t thought that it would be so enjoyable for yourself to give somebody a blowjob, but it was, at least with Joe. “It´s your turn again now.” He pushed you on your back onto the bed, and crawled on top of you. His hands next to your head at first he started to slow kiss you, running his tongue around your lips and then into your mouth, when you slightly opened it. One of his hands left the position to gently touch your clit.

Your whole body clenched together, you moaned into his mouth, deepening the wet kiss even more. “Joe.” “Yes?” “Please…” Joe interrupted your kiss and went straight down on you. His arms spread your legs, you tried to watch him but your head fell back the moment he laid his mouth on your clit. Moans, grunts, sighs, groans left your throat. He was so good at this, he never missed. Now it was your turn to bury your hands in his hair. The noises he made, while sucking you down there made you crazy in the best way possible. His head was trapped between your thighs now, your hands pushing him more and more in. His hands had a tight grip on your thighs as well. You slightly pushed up your hips, hovering over the sheets underneath. You were close, very close.

Joe added one of his fingers in your throbbing hole, a second one joined just a few seconds later, hitting your sweet spot instantly because he curled his fingers just the right angle. That made you scream his name. Your hotel neighbours were probably pretty annoyed by the constant sex noises from your room, but you didn´t care. All you could think about right now was the orgasm building up. You came hard, and loud, obviously. Joe left your soaking temple and hovered right above your face with a wide smile. “Was it good?” “You dumbass!” , you both bursted into an uncontrollable laugh. After some cuddling, kissing and making out you decided to have a pee, safety first. Your girlfriends always told you about that, but the sex you and Joe had within the last week never really led up to you leaving for the bathroom. You simply really had to pee.

To be continued…

@eviethetheatrefreak

[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*

[lovejosephquinn]

imessage idea: you & joe broke up months ago, you’ve not heard from him in weeks, but then he breaks the silence and reclaims your heart. 🥺

Oh be still my aching heart. This one’s real sad and gushy but hopefully a happy ending. ❤️‍🩹

[demonsanddemogorgons]

Decided to write a little Joseph Quinn something with an idea I had bouncing around in my head 🥰🤟

One Day At A Time (Joseph Quinn x Reader One-Shot)

Eight years. That's how long you have been with your husband, married for the last three. You had spent years pushing your feelings down your throat and feeling like a broken record from repeating yourself all the time with no change. You were exhausted with having one-sided conversations about your feelings. Nothing seemed to stick with him. If you had interests, to him, they were obsessions. If you wanted to go out on a Saturday night with your friends, you were an alcoholic. If you were upset, it was an inconvenience that earned eye rolls as he asked, what now? No matter how many times you sat down to try to be civil and explain how he made you feel, it was either dismissed or he would be better for a week or two and then go right back to his usual self. This ongoing cycle had gotten old, and you decided enough was enough. You sat him down and said you were done; you couldn't take anymore. You knew deep down it was the right decision, but it still hurt. You spent eight years with him after all – since you were nineteen. You didn't know how to exist without him, how to be single. So much had changed in dating life since you had met him; it felt like you were suddenly dropped into deep water in which the waves were a little too high. How do you handle this? Beginning the divorce process was stressful enough and then you had to worry about the shit show of a dating pool that existed these days on top of it. One step at a time, you told yourself. One worry at a time. Easier said than done.

You had agreed to let your soon-to-be ex-husband keep the house. He had paid for most of the renovations that had been done since buying it, so you felt it was only fair and you preferred a fresh start. The two of you didn't have children together so there wasn't much to sort out other than that. You found an apartment that was just enough for you. You didn't need much; the newfound space you had was quite refreshing, but your mind also struggled with the new sense of loneliness as well. You knew things would get better; it was just a big adjustment. After a Saturday afternoon of going through your things and packing at the house, you decided you needed a break, and perhaps a few drinks to relax your rushing mind and crushed spirit. You grabbed what you had packed so far and stacked it in the trunk of your car, heading towards your favorite bar, one you frequented when you were in the particular mood to not pay any mind to your husband's "alcoholic" comments and enjoy some time with your friends.

You pulled into the only remaining parking space left. Hands still on the wheel, you shut your eyes and sighed. I can do this. You tried reassuring yourself on occasion, but it didn't help much; it just felt like you were lying to yourself. You opened your eyes, grabbed your purse, and headed inside. You found a seat at the bar and were greeted by Sam, the bartender that was always here when you were in the past.

"How's it going? Been a while."

"Hey, Sam," you replied to him a bit dryly, your eyes looking down at the bar top. He sensed you weren't yourself. You wouldn't consider Sam a close friend, but close enough. You'd only known him from going there, but he had enough conversations with you over the bar that he could tell things were off with you, and from prior drunken nights and talks, he was very much aware of your home issues you'd had. He had been a set of ears when you needed them, even though he didn't have to. It was a bit embarrassing for you. He dealt with so many drunk people on a daily basis; your problems were probably the last thing he wanted to deal with, but he listened and supported nonetheless, and that's more than you could have ever asked for.

"You seem down. You good?"

"I left him," was all you could force out in monotone, finally looking up from the bar to his face. His eyebrows raised and eyes widened slightly at the realization of what you'd just said.

"Tequila sunrise coming right up," he said as he turned without missing a beat to go mix your favorite drink, knowing you needed the alcohol in your system sooner rather than later. He really did get you most of the time.

You were nearly done with your second tequila sunrise when a guy made his way to the bar and sat in the empty seat beside you. You didn't bother looking up; you just stared at what was left of your drink, swirling the bottom of the cup against the bar top absentmindedly. You could see him watching you in your peripheral vision as he took his coat off and hung it on the back of his chair, but your eyes stayed fixed on your glass.

"Rough week?" you heard come from his direction. You finally looked over at him, trying not to look smug but not too happy either; you didn't need the whole world to know you were going through some shit, but it must have been plastered all over your face, nonetheless. He was rather cute. He was dressed in black trousers and a maroon button up shirt that was partially unbuttoned at the top to show a bit of his chest. He had short light brown hair with longer slicked-back curls on the top of his head, one rogue one hanging down over his forehead, and short scruff for facial hair. His eyes, however, are what grabbed your attention - big chocolate brown doe eyes. You had never seen such a beautiful sight on any man. You finally noticed you were lost in him when his expression turned to confusion from you taking too long to answer him. You blushed and cleared your throat, looking away from those damned eyes so you could focus.

"Y-yeah, that's one way of putting it, I guess," you responded through a breathy embarrassed chuckle, swirling your drink again and taking a sip. He just looked at you for a second before extending his hand out to you.

"I'm Joe," he said with a small smile. You told him your name as you sat your drink down and shook his hand gently.

"I've never been. What's good?" he asked. Your eyes widened. You'd finally caught it, the British accent. You were in the middle of wondering what a cute British man was doing in the middle of small-town America when you had to remind yourself to answer him. You didn't need a repeat of what just happened a minute ago.

"Uh-umm, I like the tequila sunrise," you answered, gesturing to your nearly empty glass. Joe smiled as Sam made his way over.

"What can I get you?" Sam asked him.

"I'll try a tequila sunrise," he said as he smiled at you. "And put another one on my bill for the lady, yeah?"

You looked at him with a shy smile and your cheeks flushed red as he winked at you. As Sam turned to start making the drinks, he gave you the look - the wide eyes that say, are you seeing this shit? Go for it. You looked down with a smirk as you read Sam's expression, trying not to let Joe see.

"So, you're British," you said awkwardly in attempt to start a new conversation to distract you from what had just happened. Joe chuckled at your observation.

"Indeed, I am, last I checked," he smirked. Oh, a jokester. Alright.

"What are you doing in the middle of nowhere in America?" you asked him. He adjusted himself on his chair to make himself more comfortable to talk.

"I'm here for work."

"Your job brought you here?" you chuckled in disbelief.

"Yeah, I'm an actor. I'm working on filming a movie close to here. Just enjoying a night out in a less chaotic environment."

"That's really cool. But let me warn you, this place can get pretty rowdy on Saturdays. Sam breaks out in song with the karaoke machine, Jerry over there dances on the bar," you joked, giggling at the smile forming on Joe's face. He was more so excited that he had just told you he's an actor and you didn't get too overly excited about it like a lot of other women had. It was nice for someone to enjoy Joe's company for once, not Joseph Quinn's. You were also surprised at your sudden mood boost. How did someone you just met five minutes ago make you forget about your problems so easily?

"So, what about you, love? What's your story?" he asked as Sam sat your drinks down in front of each of you. Your heart sank. Where would you even begin?

"I grew up here. Just having a Saturday night to myself."

"Well, I hope I'm not intruding," Joe said with concern. You shook your head.

"No, of course not."

"You seemed a bit depressed when I came in. I know I'm a bit of a stranger, but if you want to talk about it, a bar buddy you may never see again is a good place to start," he smirked. You smiled at him and sighed. This man was something else.

"I just recently left my husband," you started. Joe's face turned serious as he readjusted himself in his seat. He leaned closer to listen intently as he then knew the gravity of your sadness. "Things just weren't working, and for a really long time. I just kept lying to myself by saying he would change eventually, but he never did. After I spent so much time being undervalued and unheard, I just decided enough is enough. I thought it would make me feel better but it's just so new that it still hurts. I wanted more than anything to make things work but his ego was more precious, I guess."

Joe just sat in silence for a moment to process what you'd said. He could tell you were upset but he never guessed it would be because of something that severe. He felt guilty for asking and making it all cross your mind again. You were there to forget, after all.

"I'm so sorry, darling," Joe said, reaching over and placing his hand on your upper arm in an attempt to provide some comfort.

"It's been hard. I'm just trying to put myself first now, but I don't even know how to do that. I've just been settling and dealing for so long."

"Leaving was the first step to putting yourself first. I'd say you're doing alright so far," he reassured you. "Just take one day at a time."

You smiled up at this complete stranger, who was listening to you more in one evening than your husband ever listened to you in eight years. It made tears well up in your eyes.

"One day at a time," you repeated. Joe saw your tears forming and put his hand on top of yours.

"What a wanker," he mumbled under his breath just loud enough for you to catch.

"What?" you asked with a giggle. You had heard him, but you weren't quite sure you'd heard him correctly. He looked at you and moved closer, leaning his elbow on the bar to put more weight into holding your hand.

"I said 'what a wanker,' your husband is, for pushing a beauty like you away. Has no sense of pride, and bloody terrible judgement."

You blushed as you placed your other hand on top of Joe's that held yours. You could see Sam watching from across the bar, pretending to wash pint glasses but looking at the two of you through his eyelashes, a smirk on his face. Bastard had to encourage you, didn't he? Even if it was wordless.

"Remember how you said you would be a bar buddy that I would never see again?" you asked Joe. He nodded, his eyebrows perplexed. "Can we change that?"

[djolikejoe]

Hello Joe Nation, long time lurker, first time poster. Dedicated to my bestie who knew I'd love Joe while I tried (and failed) to resist him. He is inevitable🫶

Intentionally, you were trying not to remember things about him. And not even just to play hard to get. He’d have to show interest in you for you even to start that game. Instead, this was all a desperate attempt to fight off your growing feelings for him.

He’d hit you like a truck.

You were working together on a small indie drama. The film's plot follows your character, who meets Joe’s character at a hostel in Berlin, and their subsequent relationship. And the weird thing was, you were never into actors. You spent too much time around them as one, and your peers were typically perpetual theatre kids and the fruits of nepotism. The acting world was a small, incestuous bubble, and you didn’t like hanging out around it more than you had to.

But Joe.

Joe was so…different. So relaxed and laid back but simultaneously so high-strung and particular. You liked his complexity. That one moment, he’d be a serious, pretentious actor thoughtfully answering a question, then after, be he’d outside, mainlining a shitty corner store coffee in-between pounds of his Puff bar. That he’d affectionately moaned and groaned at you for ordering off the children’s menu at a nice restaurant, only a few hours later, be one shot away from taking his top off and joining the middle-aged ladies he’d helped get on top of the bar. He was playful and fun but still kind and compassionate.

You’d started feeling something for him in the middle of filming—two days into a week-long filming stint of a scene where Joe’s character goes down on yours. It wasn’t that filming it made you feel incredibly sexy, or he’d indicated any sort of attraction to you while you were working. It was so much worse than that.

He was respectful. Beyond respectful. Professional.

After a day of being at eye level with your pussy, he hadn’t been weird. He was exactly how he’d been otherwise when you wrapped for the day. Vape in hand and back in his blue jeans and button-up, asking you if you wanted to share a car back to the hotel. He sat the usual space away from you the whole ride, conversing normally with you and the driver. He casually offered if you wanted to join him and his assistant for dinner at the tapas place across the street, just like he did most Friday nights.

When you sat with him outside while he had his pre-dinner, hand-rolled cigarette, that’s when you think you fell. He started talking while he rolled, both of you watching him stuff the tobacco into the paper with expert precision. You’d spent so much time with him that you’d seen him do this so often that it dawned on you that he was rolling far slower than you knew he could.

“And, uh,” he cleared his throat, and his big, brown eyes flashed to yours before he started again. “If, like, you feel weird or anything after today…” He was focused back on his hands, but your gaze stayed on his face. “We don’t have to..like, I know we’re friends, but…”

You knew something was wrong when you felt disappointed at that word. Friends.

“Like, I just don’t want you to feel like you have to–I don’t know.” Joe sighed, fished rolling, and turned his face back to yours. You had to fight yourself to hold his eye. “I just want you to feel comfortable around me.”

“I do,” you answered without thinking. You would have been embarrassed by the sudden admission, but the smile Joe rewarded you with after such a genuine answer made your heart thud in your chest. You wanted to kiss him and throw up all at the same time. There was a heat in your cheeks that you couldn’t get to subside all night. It was made worse when the two of you went inside and met up with his assistant. At the last second, right before he was going to take the seat across from you, he changed his mind and scooted in on the other side of you in the small booth. He was so close you could feel his thigh next to yours. You hoped you were as good of an actress as you thought because, by the sixth plate of tapas, you’d realized just how much you liked Joe and how much of it you’d been stuffing down and ignoring before.

That night, you didn’t say much at dinner. Just smiled and laughed along with whatever stories Joe and Aly, his assistant, told you from the Stranger Things press tour. Joe noticed, of course. And after you’d dropped Aly off at her room on the eighth floor, he turned to you as the elevator kept climbing.

“Are you sure you’re alright?”

You were so lost in your head you didn’t hear him the first time. You realized he was talking to you only after he said your name twice.

“I asked if you were alright; you seem…distracted?” Joe said it tenderly, without judgment, and full of genuine concern.

“No, yeah, I’m good. Just,” you paused, needing to escape the heat of Joe’s gaze. You wondered if he’d always been that intense with eye contact or if he was just that skeptical of you. Once, in the safely pretending to stare off into space, you started again. “Homesick, I guess.” you shrug, trying to blink away some of the fog in your brain to convince him.

Joe observed you, eyes searching your face. He seemed unsatisfied with your answer, but the elevator dinged to his floor before he could ask anything else.

“Well…if you’re okay?” He swung one arm out to hold the elevator door open after he stepped out.

“Definitely.” Your stomach knotted at the lie. Joe narrowed his eyes but removed his arm to watch you as the door closed.

Once it shut, you could hear him burst into laughter at the interaction. You could only get yourself to smile a little. Because you knew you could never have him.

Things only got worse from there. You tried to remain normal about him, but it wasn’t going well. You’d feel sick every time you saw him and the constant performance around him–and the actual performance of your role in the film–you were exhausted. So, you started avoiding him as casually as you could. You passed on your usual Friday night plans and only took him up if a larger group was going. It was hard to find good enough excuses; you didn’t know many people in Germany, and Joe knew that. He was also very hard to say no to, especially when you were trying not to fall in love with him.

But you’d made it to the wrap party only having slipped and gone out with him three times. There was a noticeable difference between the two of you at the party; the nosiest of your costars were sure to ask about it. You avoided their questions with polite laughter and a quick escape.

Calling it an early night was the best move. You’d started your goodbyes so you could end with Joe, trying to find some subtle way to tell him that he’d been wonderful and you were the weird one.

When you reached the bottom of a long list, and only he remained, you couldn’t find him. You thought you had nailed a good enough goodbye speech and were repeating it repeatedly in your head as you searched for him.

You probably should have started with the balconies as the prime smoke break location, but you didn’t think of it till you’d searched the whole venue twice. You could smell the cigarette when you opened the door, and you smiled to yourself. This would be a good, friendly goodbye. You could leave him–and your feelings–on good terms here in Germany and move on.

But as you stepped out and turned to find him, your stomach dropped.

Joe’s hands were knotted in long, dark hair as his lips melted with hers. You didn’t recognize her, not from filming and not from her dress in the crowd of the party. They were clearly occupied, and you scurried away. You went straight to the front door and the yard to wait for your car. You were thanking whatever divine intervention had put Joe facing the back garden as you shivered in the night air.

After that, you dove into work. You were trying to distract yourself with the distance and new roles. You felt better, more yourself by the time it came around for the press tour again. You thought you were completely, utterly over Joe. The two of you hadn’t spoken much since filming wrapped. He texted you the day following the wrap party, disappointed he missed you before you left. You politely returned the sentiment. Beyond that, he’d sent something here or there. You’d respond appropriately, but…not quite like before. Distance still had to be managed. Thank God he wasn’t really on social media, or you weren’t sure you would have been to move on at all.

Except.

You’re not over him.

Not really.

It certainly didn't feel like it when you open the door to your interview with him, and he excitedly gasps, “There she is!”

It didn't feel like it when he hugged you close and rubbed a hand up and down your back. And it didn't feel like it when he pulled away, looked you directly in the eye, and told you. “God, I’ve missed you.”

You let yourself fall back into him–just a little, just for the sake of the movie promotion. You played someone in love; you might as well milk it for all its worth on the press tour.

Joe seemed to realize you’d let part of your guard down, and he relished having some semblance of your personality back. The two of you giggled through interviews, bantering and learning silly facts about each other. You also learned Joe had seen your newest project. He raved about it when an interviewer mentioned it, and for a moment, you let yourself believe all the compliments he was paying you.

The problem was that his words felt so genuine. He felt so genuine.

That terrified you. When this was all over, your feelings would still be real, and his would be fake. Sure, you weren’t in costume, but you knew he was acting. You’d seen him working long enough to know when he was performing and when he wasn’t. You tried not to think about it and just enjoy it.

You were familiar with rejection, with the industry you were in, but you’d always been far more risky in your career than your personal life. You were sure you wouldn’t be able to handle him rejecting you, even if you knew he’d do it in the loveliest, gentlest way he could. You didn’t want him to see that side of you and didn’t want to confirm the ache of unreciprocated feelings. You’d let yourself have him for a fleeting moment now, and then you’d let him go.

When you started to shut him out, Joe felt like he had lost an old friend. He knew you were private and kept your business to yourself, but he knew that something had changed with you. At first, he thought it might be something with your mental health. Some of the topics in the film were heavy, and he’d had his moments where he’d been playing low for so long that he started to really feel it.

Then some of your castmates started mentioning rumors. Rumors of you dating someone or being part of some kind of affair. Joe didn’t want to pry, so he never asked. He never found out why you’d started taking yourself away; Joe just knew he hated that he was losing you.

Having you back in that interview felt as good as he imagined. Joe knew you were special, but he’d forgotten just how much. You seemed brighter and much more present. And you no longer gave him that half-assed smile. Now, he could get you full-on laughing.

Things are going well until the last interview of the day. It’s the final for the pair of you as you’d be rotated with other castmates for the rest of the tour. It's an easy one, a game with some Buzzed-esque website with outlandish questions that you and Joe are just delirious enough to play into. Until you get to a fuck, marry, kill type of game where you would try to guess how Joe would answer. On the last round, you make an offhanded comment that Joe would much rather marry and kiss the two models whose names had been thrown in with yours. The interviewer laughed, but Joe was noticeably quiet beside you.

After too long of an awkward pause, Joe takes on a Valley Girl accent to ask if you thought he was shallow. The interview ends quickly after that, with you smiling and waving her and her crew off.

Joe grabbed your arm before you could follow your publicist out the door.

“We need to talk.” There was a sternness in his voice that you’d never heard, and it made you gulp. You nodded and let him pull you into the en suite bathroom of the hotel room where you’d been doing interviews.

“What’s wrong?” he demanded as soon as the door shut. You glanced around the room as if to signal that you were confused.

“Like…with this bathroom or…?” You strategically avoided his eyes by spinning to take in the wallpaper.

“Don’t act like you don’t know what you’re doing.” He snapped, and that got you to look at him. “Have I done something? Have I offended you or have terrible breath?”

“What? No, Joe. You’re lovely. You’re–” You stopped yourself. If you weren’t careful, you’d head straight into opening the floodgates and pouring all your feelings out. "You’re really great,” You choked out. There was tightness in your throat, a wave of tears you were eager to keep at bay.

“So why do you not wanna be friends anymore? Why don’t you answer my texts anymore? Why–Do you know how much I miss the ludicrous amount of emojis you use? I thought you were–I thought we could were friends.”

“We are friends! We-I just–I just needed some space to work through some stuff. It’s not you. Nothing is about you.” Except it all is, you wanted to say.

“Then can we go back to being friends? Acting like friends?” He arched a brow skeptically. You took a deep breath at how crestfallen he looked. But you weren’t sure you could still be friends. You didn’t reread old texts from other friends. You didn’t fantasize about them or wish they were laying next to you as you drifted off to sleep. Friends seemed impossible. You didn’t want to hurt him, but staying his friend cut you deep, too.

“I-I don’t know…”

“Why not!” he snapped, eyes fierce as he stepped in front of the door. Like he thought you were going to make a run for it. “If we can’t be friends, then don’t you think I at least deserve to know why we can’t?”

“Joe…”

“No, no. Really. If you get to decide for both of us, it better be good. So.” he motions for you to go on before crossing his arms over his chest. When you hesitated to answer, he scowled like a petulant brat and rolled his eyes. “Come. On. Out with it!”

“I can’t be your friend because…” you stalled, wracking your brain to find some way, any way, out of it. Joe sensed your distress and softened a little, relaxing his shoulders and uncrossing his arms.

“C’mon, it’s just me. I can take it. Whatever it is, you won’t offend me, I promise. Okay? Just tell me. I’m a big boy. I can take it.” Joe takes the smallest steps forward, and you feel like you’re a skittish animal he’s trying to coax.

He was being too nice. Too good to you when you were being bad to him. It made your eyes well with guilty tears; you could feel your ears grow hot with shame under your hair.

“Because this is exactly why!” you sobbed, clasping a hand over your mouth in one last ditch effort to keep it all inside. “Because you’re so good and I’m–you’re–” Looking down at your shoes on the tiled floor, you tried to summon all your strength to just come out with it. You took one last deep breath.

“We can’t be friends because I think I’m in love with you,” you admitted in the tiniest voice. But Joe heard you loud and clear.

He didn't respond for a long time—leaving just silence between the two of you in the small space. You snuck a peak at him under your wet lashes, taking in his shocked face the worst way.

“You don’t–you don’t have to say anything. I-I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. But that’s why. And I know you don’t like me back, and that’s okay.” You swallowed hard, “I don’t think I can be friends with you for a while, you know; maybe we can give each other some space and see where we’re at i–”

“Wait.”

“--a few years, and then maybe we can go from there. I really want to be frien–”

“Stop!” Joe almost shouted to cut you off. “Just stop. Just stop and listen to me.” He was in front of you now, his arms holding you by the biceps. He bent a bit at the knee so you can’t duck out of his eye-line. “I like you too. I like you so much, you stupid, beautiful girl.” He smiled fondly, sweeping hair behind your ear. Your bottom lip wobbled in reaction, and he cooed, wrapping his arms around your body and swaying the two of you. “My silly, silly girl.” he laughed into your hair, relief swallowing both your bodies whole. “Why else do you think I’d miss your monstrous use of emoticons? I’d have to bloody be in love with ya for that.” he rolls his eyes sarcastically.

“Yeah?”

“‘Course, yeah. He scrunches his nose cutely at you and keeps his arm over your shoulder. “Now, let’s go, missy; we’ve got a loooot of catching up to do.”

[browneyedjoe]

rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words.

thanks for tagging me @ceriseheaven and @joejoequinnquinn!

this is from a jq fic i've spent far too long on and honestly, i'm stumped and don't know if i'll ever finish it:

the reflection of his phone screen lighting up his eyes which seem dark and tired. you almost feel sorry for him, until you notice his shirt is from gucci and his shoes are buffed and shinier than the setting sun. a prick with money.

literally everyone i follow has been tagged in this already! but to fulfill the rules, i'm going to tag @upsidedownwithsteve as i've recently come across there writing. i've just finished their 'camp steve' series (they're writing a camp eddie one next!) and it's masterful. would love to see what they're writing at the moment

[sweetprfct]

Strawberry Frosting

Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: Waking up from your nap, you found your husband Joe and your daughter, Rosie baking sugar cookies.

Author's Note: Okay, thanks a lot @ceriseheaven for talking about more girldad!Joe . I'm gonna be making more after this. Forgive me I'm still learning how to write fics with kids in it since it's not really my cup of tea most of the time. I hope you enjoy!

Wordcount: 1.9K

The sound of the mixer whirring in the late afternoon was what woke you up from your nap. You had decided to leave your little girl with your loving husband as you took a nap and relaxed for a while. You have spent your Saturday morning cleaning around the house and catching up on chores that you kept putting off during the week. Now, your back was hurting, you had a throbbing headache, and you needed some peace and quiet even just for an hour. 

Waking up at 4pm and seeing your husband covered in strawberry frosting was the last thing you expected to see. Getting up from your bed and making your way down the stairs, you paused in your tracks when you heard laughter and giggles echoing from the kitchen. You leaned against the doorframe and watched Joe turn the mixer on. 

The kitchen counters were covered in flour, drops of different liquid ingredients and dirty bowls and spoons. Your 3 year old daughter, Rosie, was sitting on the counter top, watching her father try his best to bake her some sugar cookies. It was moments like these that made you want this world to stop and just watch this moment over and over again. 

Rosie had always been a daddy’s girl, and you couldn't honestly blame her for being one. Joe loved to spoil her even before she was born. When you were pregnant, Joe would buy just about anything he could find at the store. 

“Don’t you think she would love this?” He picked up a stuffed pink bear, and you couldn’t help but laugh softly.

“Joe, didn’t you already get her a teddy bear?” 

“Yes, but this one is pink!” Joe argued. 

You couldn’t help but chuckle as Joe shrugged and placed the pink bear in the cart. He didn’t care if he already bought her the same one in a different color. If he thought she would love it, he would get it. 

The moment Rosie was born, you could instantly see her resemblance to Joe. Her big brown eyes and as she grew older, her hair was curly just like her father’s. He was his mini copy as what you would always say. Joe always had been such a good father. Even with his busy schedule, he refused to miss the big moments with you and Rosie. He would drop everything in an instant for the both of you, and you didn’t even know you could love him even more. 

“Mum!” Rosie exclaimed, snapping you out of your thoughts. 

You shifted your eyes at Rosie, who was pointing at you, her shirt and face covered in frosting.

“Hey, darling.” Joe smiled. “You’re awake. Are you feeling better?”

“Yes, thank you.” You grinned happily, making your way towards the kitchen counter.

You watched as Rosie reached her arms towards you. You chuckled softly, grabbing the kitchen towel to wipe her face from all the frosting. You have no idea what they have been doing, but they definitely made a mess in the kitchen.

“Oh my goodness!” You laughed softly, taking Rosie in your arms. “I think someone has been eating too much frosting.”

“We made sugar cookies.” Rosie smiled, pointing at the freshly baked cookies on the tray. 

“I see that. You and Daddy made it from scratch?” 

Rosie nodded her head, her brown curls bouncing. You smiled and shifted your eyes at Joe. He was still playing with the mixer as he tasted the frosting that he was making. He was wearing your floral apron, and you couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight of him. He had flour and pink frosting on his beard and cheek. He certainly looked like he had been trying his best to bake cookies for his daughter.

“Do you need help?” You asked, watching Joe sucked the frosting off his finger and made a disapproval expression.

“This is my second batch, and I don’t know what I’m doing wrong.” Joe shook his head, staring at the mixing bowl.

“Let me try.” You walked over to him, placing Rosie on your hip. 

You reached over to the bowl and sucked the frosting off your finger before making a face. 

“That’s so sweet.” You scrunch your face. “How much sugar did you put in this?” 

“It said five cups.”

Your eyes widened, “Five?!”

You walked around Joe and read the recipe in the recipe book and bit your lower lip. You gazed up at Joe and gave him your sympathetic eyes. The poor thing must be that tired because he read the instructions wrong.

“No, it’s five tablespoons of milk.” You said. “It’s three cups of powdered sugar.”

You heard Rosie giggle as Joe knitted his brows and leaned in towards you. He blinked a few times before slapping a palm on his forehead.

“Ohmygod, my eyesight is that bad now? I thought it said five cups!”

You laughed softly, caressing his back softly. You and Joe turned when you both heard Rosie laughed softly. Immediately, Joe raised a brow at her, his fingers poking her small tummy.

“That’s funny to you, yea?” Joe teased, tickling her on her side as Rosie kicked her feet and laughed harder.

You laughed, holding on to Rosie in your arms as she continued to squirm, while Joe continued to tickle her. 

“That’s funny, yea?” Joe asked. “You won’t have any cookies if you keep laughing at me.”

Rosie immediately went dead silent as she pouted and reached her arms towards Joe. Taking her up in his arms, Joe swung her around in the air, making her laugh before nuzzling his frosting covered face on hers. He left repeated kisses all over her face as Rosie laughed, kicking her feet in happiness. You couldn’t help but watch them together. They were so adorable like this, and you honestly didn’t even want to ruin the moment at all. 

Joe placed Rosie back on the kitchen counter as he wiped off the frosting that got stuck on her face from him. You grabbed the mixing bowl and dumped the bad frosting in the bin before washing it.

“Darling, I got it.” Joe murmured, hugging you from behind and kissing your cheek softly.

“Are you sure?” You raised a brow at him.

“Yes.” Joe smirked. “I know what to do now.”

Letting out a soft hum, you grabbed a clean kitchen towel to wipe off the excess water inside the mixing bowl before handing it back to him. You never tried to get in the way when it came to their daddy-daughter time. Leaning on the kitchen island, you watched as Joe read the instructions—carefully this time— and asked Rosie to hand him the ingredients. 

Together, they would measure the ingredients and dump it in the bowl before Joe would turn the mixer on. Sitting on the counter top, Rosie swung her legs excitedly, while Joe washed his hands and carried Rosie in his arms. 

“Strawberry frosting.” Rosie murmured, pointing at the perfect frosting that Joe had finally made.

“Let’s try it, yea?” Joe leaned Rosie forward in his arms as she dipped her finger on the frosting and smiled happily. 

“Good?” Joe asked, smiling at his daughter.

“Good!” Rosie gave him a thumbs up before turning her head towards you. “Mum, try it!” 

You grinned at them and walked around the counter. You stared at the bowl before dipping your finger on the frosting and tasted it. You could see Joe was waiting for your reaction, his eyes pleading that it had turned out better than the last two batches he had made. 

“How is it?” He asked. 

“Perfect.” You smiled. 

Joe pumped his fist into the air before giving Rosie a high five and placed her back on the counter again. You laughed softly, watching Joe grab the tray of cookies and place it on the plate next to Rosie. 

“Okay, darling.” Joe said. “Let’s decorate these cookies.”

As Joe grabbed a piping bag, he shoved some frosting in it before handing it to Rosie. You stood to the side and enjoyed the scene that was in front of you. You leaned forward against the counter, your chin on the palm of your hand as you watched them both. Joe helped Rosie decorate the cookies, making more mess in the kitchen as they laughed together. You could see the tiredness in Joe’s eyes, but you knew he refused to go get some rest until he was able to finish these cookies with Rosie. 

Joe had been promising Rosie all week that he would bake with her, but he had been super busy with filming, and he was glad that he had found time to spend time with her on this beautiful Saturday afternoon. However, Joe was filming late at night so he didn’t come home until this morning. 

“Wow!” Joe exclaimed, clapping his hands. “That looks so beautiful, darling.” 

You tilted your head as you watched Rosie add a mountain of pink glittery sprinkles on the cookie. You couldn’t help but chuckle softly as you walked over towards them. 

“Let me see.” You said, looking at the tray of sugar cookies with pink frosting and glittery sprinkles.

“That looks so beautiful.” You smiled at Rosie, leaning in to kiss her cheek.

Rosie picked up one of the cookies from the tray and reached it over for you to take a bite out of it. You let out a soft approving hum, chewing on the cookie and nodding your head. 

“Delicious.” You grinned, brushing her soft brown curls. “You and Daddy are such good bakers.”

“Yay!!” Rosie clapped her hands as you and Joe both laughed. 

You started picking up the dirty dishes and placed them on the sink and started washing them before you felt Joe’s strong arms wrapped around your waist. He hugged you from behind, setting his chin on your shoulder, grinning happily.

“I can handle that, love.” He whispered, kissing your cheek.

“Hmm…” You turned around as he yawned softly. 

You picked up a clean dish towel and wiped the frosting off his face. “You and Rosie get some rest, and I’ll finish up around here.”

“No, it’s my mess. Let me clean it up.” Joe argued. 

“No, no. You both go to the living room and relax. I can handle it.” You gave him a reassuring smile. 

“Okay, thank you.” Joe smiled, kissing you softly on the lips. 

“Just make sure to change her into a fresh shirt, please.”

“Will do!” Joe called out as he carried Rosie in his arms and walked out of the kitchen.

You couldn’t even feel frustrated or mad about all of this. Even if you had just deep cleaned the kitchen this morning, you were too caught up admiring the sight of them earlier. You couldn’t help but smile, thinking about how much Joe loves the both of you. How much he’d do anything for Rosie even if he was exhausted. 

Putting away the clean dishes back on the cupboard and wiping the kitchen counters, you placed a few cookies on a plate and made your way towards the living room. You could hear the movie Tangled playing on the television and the next thing your eyes caught made your heart swell even more. 

Joe was laying on the sofa with Rosie on top of his chest. Rosie’s soft curls were sprawled on Joe’s arm, her tiny arms wrapped around his neck. Joe’s one arm was underneath his head and his other one wrapped around Rosie’s body. His chest was rising and falling steadily as they both slept peacefully. 

You couldn’t help but just stand there and watch them for a moment. 

You certainly love this little family of yours. 

The End. 

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[itsonlyjoseph]

Masterlist

Eddie Munson Vampires Everywhere! Make Me Hurt | Make Me Bleed | Make Me Feel

Joseph Quinn The First Time You Met

[joequinnisgod]

When craving warmth

Pairing: Joseph Quinn x f!reader

Warnings: rpf, smut (protected p in v), teasing, i dunno what else..

Word count: 1.5k

A/N: Hiii, it’s been a while………sorry about that :( But here’s a soft!dom!Joe story! I’m also working on other stories, hopefully I’ll be able to finish them soon..

It was late at night when you finally got into bed next to Joseph. Even though you told him not to wait for you, he insisted and tried his best to stay awake, but eventually tiredness got the best of him. He was half asleep when he felt the mattress dip next to him and felt you snuggling up next to him.

He hissed when you rested your cold fingers on his arm, trying to get warmed up as soon as possible.

"Your hands are freezing, love." He murmured as the took your hand in his and intertwined your fingers.

"M'sorry." You whispered and pressed your lips on the warm skin of his back. "Did I wake you?"

"No, I wasn't fully asleep yet."

Still craving warmth, you pressed your feet against his legs, causing him to jump a little.

"Jesus, what the fuck? You just took a shower, how are you so cold?"

"I don't know, I just am."

"...Want me to warm you up?" His voice instantly got deeper and you could sense he was smiling as he took your hand in his and kissed the back of it. You murmured against his back, too tired to even speak. "Hm?"

"I won't move a muscle, though." You repeated.

"So just the usual, eh?" He teased. You slapped his back lightly at his comment, making him giggle.

"Shut up." You smiled.

"C'mon baby, let's get you warm." He turned around to face you. "Hi." He lowered his head with a smile to kiss you. You felt his warm lips softly press against yours, just slowly tasting them first. You laid on your back and let him hover over you, a satisfied hum escaping his throat.

His tongue poked your bottom lip, making you part your lips. The kiss was slow and sensual, neither of you feeling the need to hurry. After such a draining day, the only thing you needed was intimacy and the presence of your favourite person, in spite of the aching tiredness in your body.

He held himself up above you with his lower arm next to your head, his free hand caressing your side. Your hands found his cheeks in the dark – only the outside lights peeked through the window, softly illuminating the room – and your thumbs softly stroke his face, feeling the scratchiness of his beard. As you spread your legs and pulled them up to help him get more comfortable, his fingers started dancing on your skin where your shirt has ridden up a bit around your lower stomach, the ticklish sensation leaving goosebumps behind. Eventually, his lips detached from yours, making you whine, but you soon quieted down when you felt them on the side of your neck, travelling further and further down. Your fingers got lost in his curls on the back of his head as your neediness got the best of you; making your wrap your legs around his hips, locking him right above you.

"Don't, I'm cold." You stopped his hands as they were about to take your shirt off.

"Okay, baby. We'll leave it on." He placed a quick kiss on your lips. "Can I take these off, though?" His fingers traced the outline of your underwear. You nodded first – then realised he could barely see the movement of your head in the darkness.

"Mm-hmm."

He started sliding your panties down your legs slowly, his lips following the path of it. When you felt his hot breath fanning over your clit, you interrupted him again.

"No, just want you in me. Please, I just wanna feel you close." Your tone dripping in desperation.

"Alright, but I'm definitely having you for breakfast, though." He pressed a gentle kiss below your lower stomach.

His lips met your neck once again, going for that sensitive spot, making you whimper in impatience. He supported himself with his forearm sunk into the mattress next to your head as his free hand pushed his sweatpants and boxers down just enough to free himself. He reached beside you, towards the nightstand's top drawer and grabbed a condom from it. Sitting back on his heels he ripped the packaging open with his teeth and rolled the rubber down his length. After stroking himself a few times, he decided to test the waters and tease you a little. The unexpected soft tapping of his cock on your clit made you gasp at first – then you couldn't stop the whimper that desperately tried to escape your lips.

You realised what was about to go down. Your begging and needy whines were sounds that Joe could easily get off on anytime; they boosted his ego to an unreal level. Knowing you were so desperate for his touch and attention made him feel like he was on cloud nine. As his ego got the best of him, dominance started flooding his mind. He started feeling the urge to tease you..just a little.

"Does that feel good, baby?"

"Joe..oh" Another gasp left your lips as he rubbed himself between your lips. "I know..I know what you're..doing...please."

Your tone only fuelled that feeling in him. He wanted to hear and see you become a needy hot mess underneath him.

"What am I doing, darling? I’m not doin' anything." He murmured with his lips right next to your ear.

"You're te-teasing. I can't..take it tonight."

"I think you can. Be a good girl for me, hm?"

Your hands grabbed the sheets as his lips traced the side of your neck, placing there wet kisses. "Think you can do that for me?"

"I, uh...I don't know."

"Let's just see it for ourselves, okay? Tell me if it's too much." He kissed your cheek.

He stopped rubbing himself on your pussy and you felt him slide his tip down to your entrance. He slowly pushed his tip in barely, then pulled it out. Each time he pushed himself in, it was just a tad deeper than before, making you turn into that hot, whining mess he loves so much.

"Is this okay?"

"Mm-hmm."

"See? It's not so hard." His hand came up to your cheek to hold your face, his thumb stroking your warm skin.

When he was finally all the way inside you, he let out a soft moan. His hips started rocking slowly at first, then he picked up the pace a little. He pulled almost all the way out each time, before going back in as deep as he could. He wanted both of you to feel every inch of each other. Your desperate moans sounded almost too pathetic, the way he fucked you so passionately and so good was becoming overwhelming.

"You're doing so good for me, doll. So fucking good." His voice almost failed him from the intensity of your hips colliding and the feeling of intimacy and closeness; your hands on his back now – keeping him close, your nails leaving deep, red marks on his slightly sweaty skin.

"Don't you break character now." You whispered, the built up frustration from the teasing giving you an attitude – also hoping this would fire Joseph up even more. When he realised what you'd said to him, he snapped his hips hard, making you moan loudly and arch your back a tad.

"Wanna repeat that, love? Hm? Don't be so shy now." He waited if you were gonna say anything, but your silence was enough for him. "That's what I thought."

His hips started driving into you faster as his hand found your clit. The force of his thrusts made you ride up on the bed with each one as your strangled moans echoed across the room.

"Shh, it's okay, it’s okay. Let it out, baby." His lips showered your cheek with kisses, shooting you.

"I’m close.." You chocked out, hoping he'll understand.

"You wanna cum, darling?"

"Mm-hmm." You nodded, tears forming in you eyes from the overwhelming intensity. "Please, Joseph."

"Cum for me, baby." He whispered in your ear. A few moments later your back arched as you dug your nails into his back, letting out a loud, sinful moan with a few tears escaping your eyes as you shut them tight. You felt Joe's hips halt for a second balls deep inside you as a heavy moan erupted from him, euphoria flooding his mind as well.

"Oh, fuck! Baby, I love you so much."

He buried his head in the crook of your neck, pressing there hot kisses in-between heavy breaths. Your hands got lost between his curls again as you both laid there in the silent, dimly lit room.

"Are you warm now?" Joe giggled.

"I am." A couple seconds later you slapped his back.

"Hey! What was that for?"

"For the teasing."

"You loved it, don't conceal it." He grinned as he pressed his lips onto yours.

"But..it was mean." You pouted and watched him remove the used condom, tie a knot on it and toss it into the bin next to the nightstand.

"Aw, I'm sorry, love. I didn't mean to be mean. I won't do it next time, yeah?" His big brown eyes stared into yours, his eyebrows arched.

"You'll do it next time, too." You squinted.

"Yeah..probably." He whispered as he kissed you and rolled over with his arms wrapped tightly around you.

Thank you for reading, hope you enjoyed it! Have a lovely day / night <3

[mmunson86]

Have mercy on me, ooo lawd this was good! Lol Joe ill be the biggest brat if you promise to make me good for you at the end of the night! Yeah we were brats but we knew what we were doing we wanted this just as bad😏💗

Behave. Joseph Quinn x Reader

Behave.

I DO NOT ALLOW MY WRITING TO BE REPUBLISHED ANYWHERE OTHER THAN MY OWN BLOG WITHOUT MY CONSENT

Summary: bratting at your dom boyfriend at a public event… How do you think that’s going to end?

18 + IF YOU ARE NOT 18 OR OLDER DO NOT READ OR INTERACT WITH MY WRITING. IT IS NOT INTENDED FOR MINORS. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE MEDIA YOU CONSUME.

Warnings: fem!reader, sub/brat!reader, dom!Joseph, dom and sub relationship, established relationship, swearing, dirty talk I guess? suggestive. (IF THERES ANYTHING I MISSED LET ME KNOW)

AN: thank u to @eddieschains for reading this through for me to make sure it wasn’t booty (ily and am kissing u on the mouth)

Wordcount: 1k

It’s a fancy dinner party neither of you wanted to be at. Last minute, outside on a lovely patio and all though the view was beautiful you couldn’t help but groan at the heat and humidity that clung to your skin, but Joseph promised he’d be there and he absolutely was not going to go without you. With his abrupt rise in the industry you’d gotten used to the events, and appearances, but you were still human, and sometimes you had to be a brat to get the attention you wanted from your boyfriend.

Keep reading

[larakb117]

LONDON ADVENTURE

Joseph Quinn & female y/n

Summary: You and Joseph meet Gaten at Broadway, when suddenly Joseph drops something you didn’t expect.

Content Warning: rpf, fluff, smut (18+), oral (f receiving), p in v

Part 11

You had to get ready for the musical evening in just 15 minutes. You picked a dress and some heels, Joe just changed his shirt into a plain white button up and threw on a leather jacket. Like always, the shirt wasn’t fully buttoned which made his two chains peak out.

Then you got on your way to the theatre. Like Joe had said, you were on the guest list, your seats were right in front of the stage. Joe held your hand all the time: The moment you left the hotel, in the taxi, on your way to the seats, till the show began. The musical had an interesting stage setting, the performers didn´t really dance, the singing was like opera: it was fantastic.

When the crew bowed in the ending, Gaten waved to Joe and shouted something to him, but you could not understand what he was saying because of all the clapping right behind you. The moment the show officially ended you wanted to stand up and get out of the theatre, but Joe took your hand and pulled you back into the seat. “Wait, love, we stay here, Gaten´s coming out in a few minutes.” The theatre got emptier and emptier, you were the only two left.

As soon as the last person left, Gaten came out of one of the two doors at the stage sides. Joe jumped up, they both ran up to each other and hugged. They both were making grunting noises mixed with laughing. “Aaaaah, mate.” Joe slapped his hand on Gatens shoulder. “How you doing?”, Gaten said with a wide smile on his face. “Oh, I´m doing great man.”, Joe looked over to you. “That’s y/n.”, he walked back up to you and placed his hand around your waist. “She´s my girlfriend.” Gaten grinned at you and shook your hand: “Nice to meet you, y/n.”

You were too stunned to speak, did Joe really say “girlfriend”? You were still trying to tame the butterflies freaking out in your stomach. You felt like throwing up but weirdly in a good way. Really trying to focus you said the same to Gaten. “I´m sorry, guys. I don´t have a lot of time. I´m pretty busy tomorrow. Maybe we can meet the next days for a diner or something?” “Yeah, I think we can do that, y/n?” Joe looked at you with an awaiting gaze. “Yeah, I really look forward to get to know you.”, you said to Gaten. He smiled and then Gaten left and you and Joe left as well. The theatre lobby was already completely empty, the sidewalk in front of the building too.

Joe ordered a taxi, the moment you arrived at the hotel room, you threw off your jacket and shoes and attacked Joe by smashing your lips on his. “So – I´m your - girlfriend?”, you said while ripping his shirt open and between kisses. “Yeah.”, Joe groaned into your neck, he began to undress you too. He roughly pushed down the sleeves of your dress, you wore nothing underneath. As soon as your tits sprung free, Joe gasped and captured them with his eyes, as if he was trying to keep this image in his mind forever. He hold onto your arms and bit his lower lips. Then he went in to kiss your nipples you melted into his touch. Your hands got lost in his curls while he assaulted your tits, he was gentle and wild, his mouth wandered from one to another.

You clenched your thighs together, it felt like your pussy was already dripping because of the whole arousal. Suddenly Joe pushed you on the bed, his hands desperately trying to get the dress off of your body to fuck you. Your legs were dangling down at the edge of the bed, Joe pinned them there with his, finally he managed to push the dress down your thighs, and threw it into a corner of the hotel room, including your underwear. Joe touched each of your inner knees with a hand and looked you in the eye. “Okay?”, he asked. You were just able to moan an almost silent “Please.”

Your hands tugged into the sheets underneath. What happened now was unexpected. You haven´t done anything further than fucking missionary till now, Joe was pleasuring you with his hands all the time, but he had never gone down on you. His head was between your legs, his tongue was twirling around your clit. The arching of your back seemed to push out several loud moans from you. His curls were between your fingers, you pushed his head more into your cunt, to feel him even more, deeper. You did not know exactly what he was doing with his tongue and mouth around your clit, but it worked – and it worked fast. You felt your orgasm building in your lower stomach. The wave of pleasure flood over your, you clenched your legs together, his head was stuck between them.

Joe didn’t stop, even when he realised that you slowly came down from the most intense orgasm, he had given you so far, he continued to assault your cunt. His tongue went down your slit, then again back to your clit. His hands had gripped onto your thighs, now they were going under them to hold onto your waist. Your legs rested on his shoulders. You became a moaning mess under his touch and licks and sucks. It felt amazing, you were slightly overwhelmed the moment you came for a second time.

As soon as you were able to take a breath, you moaned: “Now fuck me, Joe!” His head left your dripping cunt and he got out of his trousers and the boxers he was wearing. Now both of you were completely naked. Joe started to run his mouth up your inner thighs, they tightened again. His hands were running up your outer thighs in the meantime, till they propped up next to your upper body. He kissed you fiercely, his tongue slipping in between your lips. He tasted different. You realised that you were actually tasting yourself right now.

The tip of his length touched your clit, a shiver went down your spine. Joe groaned into your mouth while kissing your already swollen lips. You did not know what just went through your head, but you pushed Joe next to you onto the bed and sat right on top of him, your legs right on the outside of his body. He stared at you for a moment, with surprise but amazement in his eyes. His hands ran up your body, he gently touched your tits again. It was the first time you were on top, you could feel his hard dick on your ass.

You leaned forward to kiss him, your open hair surrounded your heads like a curtain. Joe cupped your cheeks and looked you deep in the eyes: “I never felt like this before, y/n.” “Me, too.”, you smiled at him. “I love you.” Did he really say that? It felt like cartwheels in your stomach, your chest felt like bursting, tears were building in your eyes. “I love you Joe” The following kiss was nothing like ever before. It was just a slow and soft kiss, but it was full of deep love. Your lips separated and you could not suppress a little giggle. “What is going on?”, Joe asked with a big smile. “I don´t know, I just can´t believe what´s happening. We met not even a week ago, and now I got my first I love you, while sitting on top of you with no clothes on.” Joe laughed: “Trust me, my love. It feels unreal to me as well.”

Joes hand went down to his length, he aligned it right you’re your entrance: “Can I?” “Yes, please.” He thrusted into you, immediately reaching the right spot. Joe found a rhythm, you kind of had to get along with in this new position first. He got really deep like that, hitting your g-spot over and over again. You threw your head back, screaming his name repeatedly. Joes hands rested on your waist, softly pushing you down on his dick in his steady pattern. The moaning got more and more, you rode out your high on top of Joe, while his thrusting became sloppy. Joe came inside of the condom, buried deep inside of you. The most intense orgasm has just washed over him. You decided to take care of alternative contraceptives as soon as you got home from your trip. You never had to worry about it before, but now was the time. Joe entwined your body, his hands placed on your back, and pulled you very close. You kissed again and again, until you both fell asleep.

To be continued…

Sorry, when I started writing and posting I didn’t know that the London adventure would turn into a trip to New York😂

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Just think about this: Joe came home to you, his voice hoarse from all the rules he had to perform, his eyes tired from squeezing too much without his glasses, he doesn't feel like eating, you welcome him only with kisses and hugs, you know he only needs you after a long journey/day. Most of all, he wraps his arms around you so that he is your comfort warmth blanket. You soon make your way to the bedroom, the physical contact makes you both horny, after some foreplay he shoves his harden dick into you and growls "god i've missed you so much" the words slow, still in his deep, still growling voice. 🤤

i just love it when guys speak to you like that, and had to tell you

🫠Ellen I-

You just know it would turn into something filthy immediately. He’d be wrecking the headboard the way he clings onto it fucking himself up inside of you. The muscles on his arms flexing greatly, the vein in his neck stuck out like a sore thumb. Grunting above you and swearing out because he reached his peak too quickly when he spills between your walls. It all just got too much for him. Carrying on through his high, making a sloppy mess in the middle of the tension you’ve created, calling out your name and telling you how good you take his cock. His seed leaking out of your entrance rapidly when he continues to breed you at an erratic pace; balls slapping, the smell of sex in the air. He won’t stop until you cum at least twice. For even though he’s completely exhausted, it’s not in him to leave you unsatisfied.

His appetite would grow somewhat x100 by the time you’ve done fucking. You order in because it’s too much effort to even open the cupboards to see what you can conjure up, so for the rest of the night it’s snuggling on the sofa, a crappy movie and Chinese food that could feed a small army. The occasional fondling turns into more horny needs and before you know it you’re back at it but this time you’re bouncing on his length, his fingertips moulding into the skin of your hips so that he can control your pace. His moans make you feel electrified, urging you further to make him feel the best he possibly can before he climaxes, surprising him by pulling yourself off and sliding down to wrap your lips around him to finish him off, his body twitching from the immense pleasure, you’ve milked him dry.

Falling asleep together isn’t much of a task that night, you go to sleep and one of the rare moments of you being the big spoon occurs because it turns out Joe can be such a big cute clingy baby, your fingers intertwined together as he envelops the arm that’s securely wrapped around him. He needed this evening with you more than you or he knew possible, just from your time alone has relaxed him. You’re his reason, you’re his life. He loves you so fucking much.