#Joseph Quinn rpf

[blythsholland]

Joseph Quinn Moodboard

The new pics of him are giving literature profesor, but also a PhD or masters student!

[demonsanddemogorgons]

POV: you're being a brat and Eddie can't decide if he likes it or hates it 🔥

[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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[catherinnn]

Hunger for Touch

Joseph Quinn x reader

smut with switch! joe, wrote this trying to cope with all the content we're getting lately because i neeeddd himmmmm

It had been over two weeks of not seeing each other, sixteen days to be exact. You talked every day, but you missed seeing each other in person, you missed having a conversation without having to wait some minutes or even hours for a reply, or see each other without a glitch on the screen. You missed hugging, kissing, touching. And it showed.

As soon as you walk in the door coming home from work, he jumped on you.

"Oh!"

"Fucking finally" he grunts as he hugs you conpletetly covering you, towering you, wrapping you with his arms, making you feel small next to him.

You hug him back once the surprise effect passes. Kisses are shared in your mouths, cheeks, necks, frontheads, even hair. Just everywhere. Mixed with 'I missed you's and 'I love you's.

That transforms into walking over the couch where he sits, pulling you to sit on his lap. Sweet kisses become deeper, and hands start moving and wondering on eachother's bodies.

"Missed you so much, babe" he whispers against your mouth, his hands carresing your waist pulling you even closer.

"Yeah? You did?" you say in a soft tone, almost as if you didn't believe him. But it was all part of the game.

"Yeah," he breathly moans before another kiss, "so fucking much"

"Yeah?" you breath against him as well. As you slowly start moving your hips forward and then backward again. Sarting to grind down on him.

He kisses you somehow even deeper, and his hans start pulling on your shirt. You lift it over your head, and he wastes no time to start kissing your neck and unhooking your bra to then take it off as well.

He lowers his kisses to your breasts, and you grind harder on him to find some kind of relief.

He's holding you so tight you wouldn't be surprised to find purple marks later where his fingers were.

"Need you, baby" he confesses.

"Yeah? Where do you need me?" you tease him a little.

"Please, baby"

"Tell me Joe, what do you need?" you insist.

"Need you, need- need to be inside you" he stuggles to say, and you keep grinding, feeling his hard cock against your clit.

"Inside me?" you ask, but he's already nodding. "Yeah?"

You open his shirt quickly and then move your hands to his pants, where you fight a little to open it. He yanks his pants down as you take yours off, panties and all.

You sit on him again, and his hands quickly return to your hips, bringing you closer. You grab his dick softly. He's really hard, and his tip is red. You move to feel it against your entrance to then sink down slowly.

He throws his head back with a sigh, and you keep sinking down. You moan at the feeling of him inside you once again.

"Fuck, you're so tight" he moans as he grips you harder, definitely leaving marks on your hips.

You move up and down on his cock, quickly finding a rithm as he helps moving you with his hands.

"Oh, Joe" your head throws back now, arching your back at how good he feels. "You're so big"

He moans, and he starts moving you even faster. "Fuck, baby, I'm not gonna last long. Missed you too much"

"I'm not gonna last either, baby" you admit as well.

He leaves messy kisses all over your chest and neck. You feel his strong and marked shoulders and down to his arms. He's getting so muscly that it turns you on even more.

One of his hands goes down to your clit to start playing with it, making you move faster as you feel your climax getting closer.

"Are you close too? Gonna cum with me?" he asks suddently feeling dominant again.

"Yes, Joe!" you let him take control, and he starts moving you harder. "Oh, shit"

"Fuck, that's it. Cum with me, darling" he orders and you do as he says. Letting your climax take over your body while you moan his name.

He finishes seconds later griping you even harder but you can't find it in you to complain, it just added to the pleasure.

You stay with your head on his shoulder trying to find your breath and he does the same but with his head thrown back against the coutch's cushions.

After some minutes like that, you can think straight again. You leave a few kisses on his shoulder, up to his jaw. Then move to leave one last kiss on his lips, one that he returns happily.

"Hi" you finally say with a cheeky smile on.

"Hi, beautiful" he laughs.

[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.”

[etherealxwitch]

i’m asking for one chance… one chance to do whatever i want, sir

[songbirdmunson]

JEALOUSY- (the series)

(Biker!Eddie x Fem! Reader) 18+ only please

“baby you belong to me.”

JEALOUSY (part one)

[tippenstoepens]

Prettiest Girl in the Room

part 1 - part 2 - part 3

Wordcount: 1.2k

You couldn’t hold it against Joe. As an adult woman, you knew better by now. Kisses don’t come with strings attached and just because a person kisses you, doesn’t mean they want to spend the rest of their life with you - especially if that kiss happened while both parties were drunk.

Which Joe made pretty apparent when he didn’t call you the morning after your kiss. Or the three mornings after that. Or the three months after that. All you had heard from Joe was his reaction notifications from the cast group chat when someone would send a Twitter meme made of the show. Everyone fancied one of Jackson’s character screaming “Well, you can shove your ham up your ass!” 

“Joekeery loved an image”

That’s all you got. 

You went about your life the way you always did between gigs: waitressing during the week, babysitting your friends’ kids on weekends, and sending out the odd self-tape in hopes your career wasn’t over before it had even begun. It was a nice, simple life. Not every actor was fortunate enough to afford a roof over their head in New York City, no matter how many doubles they worked. You consider yourself spoiled rotten every day. What could possibly be missing?

You didn’t date. That was probably part of the problem. That’s what made Joe’s silence ache so deeply. You wondered if it would change anything if he knew that the most action you had gotten in months before the kiss was getting catcalled in the streets. A simple kiss meant the world to celibate, touch starved women like you.

Maybe you should be the one to call him��� And maybe you should crawl on your knees begging him to pay you a modicum of attention with “DESPERATE” written on your forehead in red Sharpie just to put the icing on the idiot cake. 

He popped into your mind way more often than he was welcome. At the grocery store when one of the songs he always played in the makeup trailer started harassing you over the intercom. In your kitchen when you removed fish bones from your salmon. In bed when you were trying to… Well, that’s no one’s business. 

“Guess who has two thumbs and just got renewed for a second season,” the director bubbled in the group chat.

“Oh, I love this game,” David texted. “This show. Our show got greenlit.”

It was time to shake it off. Not just for the sake of the show, but for your own sake. It wasn’t healthy to dwell so much on the past. 

On the first day back from hiatus, the producers and director had the cast sit for a table read of the first few scripts they had written. As Joe’s TV wife, you’d expect to be sitting next to him considering most of your scenes were together. Maybe you should talk to Joe and clear the air before the table read started. Yes. That’s the mature thing to do.

You arrived twenty-five minutes early - which is on-the-dot on time in the acting world. Joe wasn’t there when you arrived. Or ten minutes after you did. Or five minutes after that.The anticipation of Joe’s arrival was turning your stomach into knots. He was usually punctual. Surely, he wasn’t tardy because of you.

“Any word from Joe?” The director mumbled to his assistant. 

“Haven’t heard from him,” they replied.

You began to worry. Was he skipping out on the table read because he didn’t want to see you? Had his avoidance of you gone that far? He’d have to get over it eventually. He had a contract to fulfill. Just as you began your descent into a catastrophizing spiral, the clock struck eleven and Joe jogged into the room - beads of sweat forming at his hairline. “So sorry,” he panted. “Traffic was terrible.”

“It’s okay, we wouldn’t get started without our golden boy,” David teased. “I hear he’s up for sexiest man alive this year.”

Joe blew a short raspberry in response.

“Alright, alright, let’s get right into it, shall we? From the top of episode one.” The director chirped, no doubt relieved that he didn’t have to read Joe’s lines for him. “Interior. The Henderson bedroom. John and Jane Henderson lie in bed, covered only by their silk bed sheets. They’re snuggled up together. Post-coitus is implied.”

Say sike right now. You had never done a scene like this with Joe before. Never! The Henderson’s didn’t even have a scene like this in their honeymoon episode.

Of course this would be the first scene on the first day back after your first time seeing Joe after your first kiss. It was fan service. Every girl, guy, and person wanted to see more of Joe’s skin these days. But why did you have to be dragged into it?

You turned to look Joe in the eyes as you would have at any other table reading. Normal. This is normal. Business as usual. But it didn’t feel as easy as it was before. At first, you struggled to make eye contact and when you finally did, the intensity of his gaze made you blush a bit. Only a bit. The show must go on.

“That was amazing, sweetheart,” he scooped the line off the page and met your gaze again. 

God, the script writing was really going downhill this season, huh?

You sighed contently as the script dictated. “You’re tellin’ me!”

The whole cast chuckled.

The rest of the table read went on without a single hitch. After the ice was broken, things weren’t nearly as awkward as you dreaded they would be. The cast went through the entire table read five times before the lunch break. The first thing you did with your free time was approach Joe.

“You didn’t call.”

“Neither did you."

Fair, but not really because Joe was the one with a booming career and Joe was the one everyone tuned in to the show for and Joe was the one with most of the power in this dynamic and Joe was the one who initiated the kiss and infinitely many other reasons that he was to blame came to mind before you finally came to the conclusion that you didn’t call Joe because you were afraid of the possibility of rejection. What if you followed up only to find out that he wasn’t interested in you? Your low-self esteem convinced you that reaching out to a person like Joe was asking for embarrassment.

“So what now?” The rough exterior melted, revealing the vulnerable little girl inside that just wanted a boy to like her back.

“Well, that’s up to you,” he shrugged.

Not necessarily the answer you wanted. You just stared him down until he said more things.

“If it was just a drunken kiss, I understand. We’ll never speak of it again. We’ll keep things professional.”

“And if it wasn’t?” You murmured while making sure to avoid eye contact lest you be made a fool of for saying that.

“If it wasn’t… I’d like you to have dinner with me," he blushed. "Some time. If you… I dunno if you have free time- Well, of course you have free time, but I meant- If you want to have dinner,” he stammered and stuttered.

“I’d love to.”

Joe sighed in relief. “Great. Do you like Italian?” He smiled a bashful, closed lipped smile and it made the corners of his big, brown eyes crinkle.

“I love Italian.”

“I know a spot in the lower east side near Ludlow. Friday at eight? I’ll pick you up if you like.” God, his eyes.

The submissive in you wished he would stop worrying about what you like and make you do what he liked. The romantic in you found his sheepishness so charming.

“I’d like that,” you beamed.

Taglist: @thefrontofmymind, @bejeweled13swiftie

[garciaasfluffypen]

bright beginnings pt 13

pairing: single dad!joseph quinn x fem!reader  wc: 1.5k  warnings: SMUT. MINORS DNI. wrap it before you tap it, besties it's time besties. what we've all been waiting for.

“joe-”

before you could finish your sentence, his hands were on your hips and you were up against the wall. looking into your eyes for any last minute objections, joe closed the gap between you two and dear god, you could feel the fireworks going off all around you. your arms wrapped around his neck in an attempt to pull him closer, needing to feel him. to be with him. slowly but surely you two made your way to the bedroom, hastily closing the door behind you before joe playfully tossed you onto the bed, causing a laugh to fall from your lips. he was on you in seconds again, hovering over you as you reached up to cup his cheeks. 

“do you want this?” you looked into his eyes, curiosity getting the better of you. “we can stop.”

“don’t stop, please god don’t stop.” 

lips crashed against yours again as you could feel joe getting lower and lower. finally, his hips met yours and a moan fell from your lips as you buckled up to meet him. the need in your core was growing and growing, and if he didn’t do anything about it soon you’d be going crazy. with a push to his shoulder you got him to help you sit up, wasting no time in grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling at it. within seconds, the shirt was on the floor and his hands were back to roaming the expanse of your body, slowly lifting up the shirt you had on. with a swift nod of your head, the shirt was off and haphazardly thrown somewhere on the floor with joe’s. joe sat back for a second to admire you, holding your wrists lightly so you didn’t wrap your arms around your waist like you had done earlier in the night. he gently pushed you back against the pillows and moved some hair away from your neck before he started to make his way down your jawline, placing feather light kisses as he did so. your back arched as his calloused hands made their way down your sides, leaving ghost-like traces of him everywhere he could. 

before you knew it, your bra was off and his lips were on you again and all you could focus on was him. the world around you two crumbled away as he kissed and suckled at your nipple, small moans falling from your mouth as you moved a hand to play with the curls atop his head. he switched to the other one, his free hand now moving to play with the nipple he was just attached to, the sensitivity getting more and more noticeable. he looked up at you through lidded eyes, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips as he started to trail kisses down your stomach. a whine escaped your lips as you tried desperately to reach for joe. almost as if he was reading your mind, he took his belt and pants off faster than you could comprehend, taking the opportunity to pull him back up to you and flip over so he was leaning back against the pillows now. your hands trailed down his chest and ended at the hem of his underwear. 

“can i?” 

a smile formed on his face. “of course. whatever you want.” 

his underwear joined the rest of the clothes and you watched as his dick popped up. you gently grabbed it with your hand, looking at him one last time for any last second take backs. when he signaled to you with a nod that it was okay, you put him in your mouth. both of you let out guttural groans, your core red hot and getting wetter at every sound joe made. he eventually grabbed you by the hand and pulled you up to him so you were hovering over him. 

“do you- i don’t…”

“i’m on the pill. just fuck me, joe.” 

“god you are so hot.” 

joe held onto you as you sank onto him, your head falling into the crook of his neck as you did so. the two of you sat there for a second, mainly for you to adjust to the new feeling inside of you, but it didn’t last long as your hips started rocking back and forth. joe got the hint and grabbed at your hips, moving them up and down slowly as you readjusted your knees to get a better angle. noises you’ve never heard yourself make before escaped as you started to move up and down, the pleasure flowing through your body in waves. without leaving your body, joe flipped you and rested you against the mattress, pulling you closer to the edge. your hands flew above your head as you laid there, hair spilling out behind you as joe continued his pace. you could feel yourself getting closer and closer, and if you focused hard enough, could tell joe was getting there as well. 

“i want it, i’m so close-- oh! don’t stop don’t stop!”

you could have sworn his eyes got darker with lust as his thrusts got sloppier. “that’s a dangerous statement, sweetheart.” 

“joe, please.” 

as if on cue, both orgasms hit you. it easily was one of the best sensations you had felt in a long time, and if you were being honest, you didn’t remember the last time a man had made you feel this way. joe’s thrusts slowed down as you both came down from your respective highs, slowly pulling out of you with a pop. you barely registered him leaving the room until you heard the door close to his bathroom, resulting in you leaning up on your elbows a bit. he came back out with a washcloth, slowly pushing your legs back open so he could wipe you off. you couldn’t help the moan that escaped your lips at that simple gesture, turning beet red as you saw joe chuckle at you. 

“‘m sorry. i just… you’re very gentlemanly. i’m not used to this.”

“don’t be sorry, you’re very cute.” he tossed the washcloth into his laundry basket. “don’t forget to pee.”

“but what if i just want to lay here and not move ever again?”

“then you can pee on the bed.” joe held out a hand. “i don’t want you getting a uti.” 

you grabbed his hand, letting him help you up. “you are truly written by a woman.” 

“i-i’m not sure what that means.” 

“you cleaned me up after sex and are forcing me to pee so i don’t get a uti. usually guys will get dressed and leave.” 

joe looked quite surprised. “men do that?” 

“unfortunately.” you shrugged as you sat down on the toilet. “you’re going to make me not want to have sex with anyone else after that.” 

“who said i was going to let you?” 

you definitely choked on your own spit. 

“i-”

“you never answered my question earlier. about everything. about us.” 

oh.

“wait. i’m literally sitting on the toilet. lets wait til i’m not actively pissing before finishing this.” 

“you’re right, lemme just.. i’m gonna go get us some waters.” 

“yes okay good idea.”

joe awkwardly shuffled back out into the bedroom leaving you alone as he shut the door. you ran a hand through your hair and let out a breathy laugh.

yeah, you were never having sex with anyone but joe ever again. 

you went back to the bed, taking the glass of water from him after he got back in bed, curling into his side as he wrapped his arm around you. a blanket fell over your laps as you sat in a comfortable silence, basking in the fact that it finally happened. it was real, and it happened.

“y’know..you never really expect what’s coming for you, do you?”

your head tilted to the side. “huh?”

“you don’t. and that’s the fun thing about life. the craziness.” joe grabbed your hand, staring into your eyes. “its what brings you closer to those around you, you know? the chaos of everything, the timing... it’s never perfect, but the universe knows what it’s doing, and i’m so glad the universe led me here. led me to you.”

“joe…”

“please, let me finish. i need to say this before i chicken out.” he paused. “i want you in our lives, y/n. more than you’ll ever know. stay with us. with me.”

a smile formed on your face as you blushed. “you really like me?”

“so much. so so much. never leave me. i beg.” he dramatically pushed his face into your shoulder. “be mine, y/n. forever.” 

“you are so idiotic.” you ran a hand through his hair. “of course i’ll be yours. promise me one thing, though?”

joe looked up to you. “what’s that?” 

“i get to punch julia at least once.” 

with that, the two of you burst out in laughter, falling into the embrace of each other’s arms.  this was nice. it was… more than nice. it was everything you ever wanted in life. and it felt… perfect. 

it truly was a bright beginning.

[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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[keeponquinning]

Imagine being Joseph's girlfriend and feeling awkward and insecure about all the attention he's getting. now imagine the sweet nothings he'd whisper in her ear, the endearing 'I love you's while buried between her legs and little marks left on her skin so she always knows...

Guys, never stop sending me stuff like this.

Good lord. Here we go. 18+ adult rpf stuff ahead, scram kiddos

It'd be difficult not to feel insecure, the attention he gets is so constant, and part of you can't blame them. You've always known how amazing and talented he was. And he cares so much of his fans, part of it being of pure amazement and never expecting this attention. You're proud of him, so proud of him... and yet...

He just seems to shine so much brighter than he used to, brighter than you. He's being cast in these major productions, getting more in the spotlight and rising higher and higher and part of you can't help but think you're holding him back. That one day he'll leave you behind, in the dust of what you two used to be. There's models, actresses that would fit better with Joseph and you can't help but feel you don't measure up. Soon, he'll see you as an anchor that's keeping him in one place and not sail towards the sun.

But Joseph doesn't see that. When he looks at you, he sees the one person keeping him afloat in the storm of this madness he found himself in. Oh, it's fun, it's exciting, and he's getting opportunities he was sure he'd never had a chance to get before Eddie Munson, but it's so mad sometimes. He'd lose himself if it weren't for you. The calm in the storm. He cherishes every moment with you, something as simple as holding his hand is like a lifeline to him. Your smile brightens his day, your laugh makes his heart feel full. You're everything to him. He wouldn't know what to do with himself without you.

The night before he has to leave you for a shoot, he tells you as such, his cock filling you deep. Every thrust of his hips is hard, quick, his hand curled around your throat as his body presses against you, in his bed. One of your legs curled high on his waist, making you look at him in his eyes. He felt a man possessed, wanting every second of this burned into his memory. The sound of your panting moans and desperate cries, making his cock twitch, pulse as the walls of your cunt clench around him so tight it drives him absolutely mad with desire.

Towering over you, his whole body covers you, his hands moving the grasp your hair and pull your head back. His lips dancing along the curve of your neck, his own little grunts and groans beating down on you with heated breath. His body moves on his own, chasing the pleasure you give him, his hips pounding into you harder and harder — yet with every quickened breath, every desperate "Oh, god, oh yes, god, right there, please, please..." he forces himself not to follow through, to ease off, though it makes his body shudder, driving him absolutely fucking mad. His teeth biting into your neck, hard and unforgiving. He knows his cock is leaking, so desperate to cum, but the sounds of your desperate cries is too cute for him.

"...do you know how much I love you?" he asked, stilling inside you, cock pulsing, desperate. But he keeps still, tongue licking where he just bit you, imagining the bruise it'll bring. "Do you?"

You're dazed, but even in such a state, the doubts, the insecurity comes out. "...you say that..."

"Because I mean it. I love you. I love you so... So fucking much..." Starting to move his hips again, slow and deep as he lets out a groan. "I'm going to be — so mad — without you. Absolutely useless, just fucking... I'm gonna miss you..." his voice deep, whispering into your ear with each thrust quickening each time. "Going to miss — going to miss every part of you. Like a fucking — a fucking phantom limb I'll feel — but know isn't there... Fuck," he let out, feeling your pussy clench his cock at that. "Oh, you wanna get praised, do you? Mmm. Easily done, love, my fucking love of my life..."

And he tells you, over and over into your ear. Words of praise mingled with breathy moans and pants from his lips. Accompanied with love bites along your neck, jaw, shoulder as his hips thrust in and out of you with wild abandon. He isn't holding back anymore. His words becoming feverish, mixes of I love you, my fuckin' darling and cunt was made for me, y o u were made for me. Heated utterances of how beautiful you are. Your laugh, your smile, the sound of your voice a bright light in any dull instance his new found fame gave him. Because you weren't part of the fame monster, you were real, technicolor in a grey scale industry and he needed you like he needed air. To feel like himself, the old Joseph Quinn and he needed that, he needed you, so desperately did you have any idea of how much he needs you?

You both cum the hardest and most intense you've both ever felt. You drench his cock in your release and Joseph? He cums inside you, deep and plentiful, thick ropes of his cum painting your walls, coating, drenching them with his cum. He moves, still, body jerking into your body, milking the orgasm out of you both. You could feel him, how much he filled you with his cum, filling you to the brim and more than you two had before. His body feels limp as the last spills inside you.

You both feel light, heavenly, and you feel the rumble of his chuckle as he kisses the flesh of your neck, up to your cheek. "I won't be here," he says, a cheeky grin on his face as he traced his lips along your jaw, toward your lips, "But fuck, you'll be dripping of me for weeks... I hope that'll do until I come back to you." He furrowed his brow, "I hope you know... There's only you. There will always be you."

The sincerity of his words, the way his brown eyes are soft, how sweet his lips feels against yours, the feel of his cock pulsing so deep inside you... Yes... You know. Wrapping your arms around him and you taste his love off his tongue and to your own, the insecurities, the jealousy, the fears melt away and you smile so helplessly, in love with this man.

And he was so helplessly in love with you.

And nothing else mattered.

[eddieschains]

Come Back… Be Here

Joseph Quinn X Fem!reader

A/N: this is a repost in case it’s familiar to anyone ��😭

Word Count: 2.7k

TW// RPF (don’t like it, don’t read it), 18+, oral (f!receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), praise kink, let me know if i missed anything !!

3 months in. That’s all it took for you to realize this was more than a spring fling. You never said anything. You didn’t want to rush in too quickly, but after that trip to the airport, you wish you would’ve.

You knew he would have to leave eventually. He was an actor of course, which meant a lot of traveling and spending time apart. You just didn’t realize how soon it would happen.

His management did most of his scheduling for him, and for that you wanted to curse them for taking him away from you. New York, London, LA, the cycle never ended. And it never failed to leave you alone.

The drive to the airport was quiet, nothing but the radio and the sounds of your breathing as you held his hand in yours. A feeling you weren’t ready to let go of just yet.

You accompanied him inside, savoring every last moment you could get with him before he caught his flight. You sat with him as he went over his emails again and again, making sure he was prepared for everything.

You wanted to tell him. Tell him how much you love him. How you love the way his nose scrunches up when he’s focused. How you love the way his ears get red when he’s nervous. How you love the way his eyes sparkle when he’s excited. How you love how passionate he is about his work. How you love being in his presence, even just for a moment.

“I guess I should get going now.” He blurts out, awaking you from your trance. You smile, getting up from your seat as he takes your hand in his. “I don’t want to go.”

Maybe he’ll say it first? But he doesn’t. He just stares at the way your hand fits perfectly in his. “I don’t want you to go either.” You whisper.

“I’ll be back soon. I’ll text or call every night so you know i’m thinking about you. I-“ This is it. He’s going to say it. “I’ll miss you.” Shit.

He cups your jaw with his hand, admiring your face before pulling you in for a kiss. A kiss that you know will leave a burning sensation on your mouth for the next 2 months.

He pulls back and smiles before walking towards his gate, leaving you to watch him from the wings. You feel a pit in your stomach, the kind that can only be released through tears. But you don’t allow yourself to fall even deeper in your sorrow.

The next week rolls by and all you can do is think about Joe. You distract yourself with work, but everything reminds you of him. He sends thinking of you x texts everyday, but it’s not enough. All you want to do when you go home is fall asleep to the sound of his voice, but time differences don’t allow that to happen.

The week after that is even harder. Fewer texts trickling in throughout the day, other than to tell you where he is in the world. It’s always too far away from where you are.

Your friends can obviously tell how hard it’s been for you to be away from him, so they invite you out for drinks to try and get your focus off of it.

“Has he texted you at all today?” Your friend asks, swirling her glass of wine in her hand.

“Uh yeah, I guess he’s in New York today, London tomorrow.” You respond, looking down at your lap.

“That’s a crazy schedule.” Your other friend laughs. “Hopefully you’ll be able to see him again soon.” All you can add to the conversation is a muted mm-hmm before changing the topic.

All you can think about is how much you wish you would’ve told him how you felt before he left. Maybe he would’ve said he felt the same. Maybe it wouldn’t be as hard to be away from him knowing that you were both in the same place.

The last thing he told you was that he was going out for drinks before catching his flight to London. And of course that got your brain running.

Are there any girls there? Are they pretty? Of course they’re pretty. Is he cheating on me? God, why wouldn’t he? Look at yourself compared to them.

You cut the night with your friends short so you could ‘get some rest’, but in reality your anxiety has creeped up once again, and all you wanted was to lay in bed and mope around.

Once you get home, you decide to call Joe and see how his night went, see if he’s landed in London yet. You lay on the bed, phone sat on your pillow as it rings and rings until you reach his voicemail.

You feel a pit in your stomach when you hear the beep. You decide to try again, thinking maybe he didn’t get to it in time. Hello, your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice messaging system. Fuck.

That’s all it takes for the tears to start flowing and for your head to start spinning. You bury your head into the pillow, muffling your cries as you begin to talk to yourself.

“I guess you’re in London today. I don’t want to need you this way. Come back…” You sniffle a sob back into your throat. “Be here…”

You don’t remember how the night ended. All you know is you woke up with tears staining your comforter as your phone still laid on top of your pillow.

The heavy rain pour outside is the only thing that woke you up. And now you were faced once again with the fact that Joe wasn’t with you.

You check your phone to see if he got your calls, and there’s nothing. Not a single text or call back. You fall deeper into your pillow, trying to cry but realizing there’s no more tears left.

You’re soon awoken from your trance when you hear a knock on the door. You try to ignore it, not wanting to face the outside world today, but whoever is standing there keeps persisting.

You gather enough strength to pull yourself out of bed, ready to tell whoever was on your porch at 7am to fuck off.

When you open the door, you freeze. Time freezes. Your body freezes. Your brain freezes. There stood Joe soaking wet from the rain coming down on him, staring into your soul with those beautiful brown eyes you missed so much.

It feels like hours fly by of just standing in silence before he breaks it. “I love you. I needed to say it in person.”

You don’t even know if you’re comprehending what he’s just said, as you keep your feet planted in the doorway. He pulls you out of the house and into the rain with him.

“I love you, I missed you, and I need you too. I don’t want to leave you ever again.” His hands are placed firmly on your waist as he dips his head down to catch your lips in his. Neither of you caring about the rain consuming your clothes. You pull away, ushering him inside before grabbing a towel to dry him off.

You sit on your bed as he stands above you, drying himself off as much as he can. “Joe…” He turns around, focusing his gaze on you. “I love you too.”

Joe smiles, taking a seat on the bed next to you. “I know you do.” He pulls your hair behind your ear, cupping your cheek in his hand and rubbing softly.

You hold on to his wrist, pulling yourself closer to him before kissing him, deep. Deeper than you’d ever kissed him before. Those imaginary sparks that everyone talks about are flying around the room as you two passionately match each others speed and movement with your mouths.

You pull yourself on top of his lap without breaking the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck while his hands find the small of your back.

You move your hips on top of him, slowly and in some ways involuntarily, as he groans into your mouth.

“Can we?” You ask softly, nipping at the skin of his jaw.

“We can do whatever you want to do. I’m yours.” He responds, sucking light bruises into the side of your neck.

You sit up, removing your shirt to reveal nothing underneath. Without a word, his mouth immediately catches the skin of your tits, making you moan as you play with his hair in between your fingers

You’re still grinding yourself on his clothed cock as you feel it starting to grow. He stands up, still holding your body in his arms before placing you on the bed, left completely naked in front of him. He takes a moment to admire your beauty before ridding himself of his own clothes.

Of course you two have had sex before, well only once, but you never saw each other in such a vulnerable state. The feeling was unmatched, the anticipation of giving yourselves up to the other coursing through your bodies.

He climbs on top of you, returning to the comfort of your lips as he grinds his cock into you. The feeling of your wetness pooling around his tip was enough to make him shudder and groan into you.

“Can I taste you baby?” He moans into your ear. You two had never done that before, and while you were nervous, you felt safe with him. A feeling that allowed you to let him do nearly anything to you.

You nod as he pulls you in for another kiss before sinking his body towards the end of the bed. He pulls your legs apart, moaning at the sight in front of him. You could feel your arousal dripping on to the bed as he spread your lips apart.

“So pretty baby.” He whispers, peppering kisses to your inner thighs. He takes his middle finger and runs it up and down your slit, gathering your slick before popping it into his mouth. “Mmm tastes good too.” Moaning at the sight, you buck your hips up, searching for some kind of friction.

He senses your urgency, and wastes no more time before licking a long stripe from your entrance up to your clit. “Fuck.” You moan out, your hands reaching for his hair.

He looks up at you, keeping eye contact while he gathers yourself on his tongue. He keeps moving his tongue up and down before finally attaching himself to your clit. You scream his name as your grip on his hair gets tighter.

He alternates between licking and sucking on your bud, the sound of your juices mixed with your moans fill the room. He brings a finger to your entrance, playing and circling around it as he looks to you for permission. You moan a please before he pushes inside of you.

He moves his finger slowly, all while continuing to suck your clit into his mouth. Your hips are grinding into his face, pushing him to move faster. And he does just that, curling his fingers every time they entered you again. You feel your orgasm creeping up as your legs begin to shake.

He holds your legs in place, not relenting on his assault on your pussy. He looks up at you again, continuing to push into you. The wave of pleasure comes over you seconds later, your back arching into the ceiling as you scream out his name.

He continues flicking his tongue up and down your pussy to help you through your orgasm. Once you’ve come down a little bit, he moves back up to your face, pushing his lips into yours and allowing you to taste yourself.

“Do you have a condom?” He asks, bucking his hips into yours.

“Birth control babe.” You giggle as he hums in understanding.

He sits up on top of you, grabbing his member in his hand before sliding it up and down your dripping cunt. “Ready?” You nod, grabbing onto his biceps as he slowly pushes inside of you. You hiss at the feeling, still not used to his size. “You okay?” He asks, bringing a hand to your cheek.

You nod, and tell him to keep going. He pushes further, feeling you clench around him. “Hey we can stop if it’s too much baby.”

“No no keep going please. I want this, I need this.” You respond with a smile. He nods, slowly moving more of himself in you until he bottoms out.

“God you’re so tight.” He moans, throwing his head back. “Just let me know when I can move, okay?”

“You can move, I can handle it.” You breathe out. He moves his head down to pull you in for a kiss before slowly pulling out, and gliding back in.

You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you while continuing to move your lips with his. His movements speed up once he feels your body relax under his.

You’ve never been so intimate with anyone before. Not like this. It feels like your souls are connecting and your bodies have become one. The feeling of being so in love with each other in just these short few months was enough to make both of you explode.

“Faster, Joe. Please.” You beg, as he follows your command. He thrusts deeper and faster, all while his gaze never leaves yours. You feel him snake his hand in between you, placing it on your clit and applying just the right amount of pressure.

“I’m gonna cum soon, can you cum for me again baby?” He doesn’t even have to ask, as you’re already on the brink once again.

He rubs furious circles on your clit while thrusting into you. Each thrust hitting deeper and harder than the last. The sound of your moans is all you can focus on, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

“Cum for me baby, please.” He pleads one last time before you’re moaning his name for what felt like the millionth time today. “God yes. That’s it baby. Such a good girl.” He praises you, attaching his lips to yours.

His thrusts become more erratic, pushing himself towards his own orgasm. He’s panting and groaning on top of you as you keep repeating I love you, I love you, I love you into his ear. He thrusts a few more times before he falls on top of you with a deep groan, the feeling of his cum filling you as you hold him in your arms.

You place kisses along his neck and his shoulder as he comes down from his high, panting into the crook of your neck. The two of you lay in your post-orgasmic bliss, holding each other, neither of you wanting to let go.

Once you two finally reach a conscious state again, he pulls out of you, kissing your neck to distract from the emptiness.

He carries you into the bathroom with him, setting you on the sink while he runs a bath. You think back to what he said when he showed up on your porch this morning, wondering what he meant.

“Joe.” He mumbles an mm as he turns to face you. “What did you mean when you said you needed me too?”

He looks at you, scanning the confusion on your face before realizing you don’t remember what you did last night.

“Honey… you left me a voicemail. Do you not remember?”

You think back to last night before it hits you. You never hung up when you started crying out for him. Fuck. He heard it.

“So you came back because you felt bad?” You ask, tears starting to form.

He walks towards you, cupping your face in his hands. “God no. I was already on my way to you before I heard it. I love you. I fell in love with you in the first month. I love the way your eyes flutter open when you first wake up. Or the way you chew on your lip when you’re really focused. I love your crooked smile, and the way your hair gets messy in the wind. I love you. All of you.”

You smile softly, a tear falling down your cheek as you listen to him. A comforting feeling that you’ve never felt before immediately washing over you. You wrap your hands around his wrists and lean forward to peck his lips ever so gently. “I love you, Joseph Quinn. More than you’ll ever know.”

He smiles, pecking your lips again. “I know, sweetheart, I know.”

[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

[songbirdmunson]

god I love men who have glasses ❤️‍🔥

[catherinnn]

HE LOOKS SO GOOD

you're welcome btw. I HAD to share this.

[garciaasfluffypen]

bright beginnings

summary- you couldn’t be falling in love with your boss. that wasn’t allowed. at all. you had to be being pranked, your boss shouldn’t be hot… right?

pairing- daycare owner!joseph quinn x reader

warnings- mentions of past abusive relationships, eventual smut, more warnings to be added as parts are finished

parts (completed)-

1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // 6 // 7 // 8 // 9 // 10 // 11 // 12 //

oneshots-

to be added as they’re written