#joequinn

[sweeteststing]

I wonder what being their concubine is like

...I wonder if i could be one...

[josephquinngifs]

[daleyeahson]

Joseph Quinn and his go to pose ✨laying down✨

[joesquinns]

JOSEPH QUINN as PRINCE PAUL in Catherine The Great

[spookyquinnbie]

Smol bby

[lovejosephquinn]

Birthday smut for the Birthday Boy 💀

Requested by @harrys-four-nipples ✨sloppy toppy✨ as she called it, I almost died. I will now be using that in my daily vocabulary.

The pictures are for the effect 💀 Under 18's DNI.

In your own opinion, you'd started off Joe's birthday well, the January sun seeped through a little space the curtains held, instantly putting you in a good mood. Unexpectedly waking up before him because you were obviously too excited to give him your first gift, not that it was rare, it happened most mornings but it'd usually be Joe having his own way with you. In a way, every day was like his birthday in sex terms if you were to put it bluntly.

You innocently admired his relaxed and beautiful features that still remained in an unconscious state before slipping underneath the covers to be met in a dark, warm space underneath the sheets. Your face just hovering next to his crotch, his boxers tented securely by his length encaged with morning glory and you couldn't help but touch - expertly tracing your fingers around the outline, biting down on your lip whilst you placed a single finger onto the edge of his tip, letting yourself stroke straight down to the base.

Your ears prick up to the sound of heavy breathing stalled, silence occurring outside of the sheets you're currently covered by when your tongue replaces your fingertip and hotly slides along the material from his boxers, the tip of your tongue hits no soft bumps on the way down, a twitch erupting from no where when the erection stiffens further from the contact.

"Baby?" The noise is muffled since you're further down, but Joe's gravelly voice brings sudden heat and attention flying down from your ear drums, through your body and stopping right at your core. Not just from the thrill of what you were about to do but from pure excitement of pleasing your man. Joe wafts the covers up and over you so you were in full sight, his eyes freezing right to where your face lifts to meet his.

"Well good morning to me." Joe traces his lips with his tongue, a slight smile appearing making your heart thud. How could he possibly make you feel multiple emotions all at once?

You hummed as you continued your hasty work, no time for small talk. You continue leaving hearty kisses into the dampened cloth straight and directly caused from your own saliva and partly from the tip leaking alone, ignoring the way Joe's retinas clearly burned through your movement. Removing yourself just for the moment, you bring your hands to the waistband and peel them away. Joe lifts himself so you can get them off with ease, he kicks them off when they touch his feet. Your eyes shoot back to view him in all his glory, the beautiful vision of his cock laid ready and waiting up against his stomach aching and impatient, needing your undivided attention.

You lick a stripe from the base upward this time, the taste of him so appealing that you do it again, guiding your finger underneath to lift it up, slurping your lips straight over the almost visibly swollen head causing Joe's body to jolt upward, a little moan slipping through his gritted teeth causing your body to reek goose-bumps.

"Don't tease me love, my cock fucking needs that filthy mouth of yours around it." Joe managed to blurt out, interrupting the show you were putting on for him, you shook your head and he huffed a sigh at you, knowing full well you were taking your time and he wasn't getting his own way in a hurry.

"Just enjoy it, birthday boy." You snapped back looking up at him through hooded eyelashes, his wicked chuckle made you smirk.

Joe's hands moved over his face, rubbing over it harshly to ease his frustrations to your answer whilst you got back to your enjoyable task. You spat down onto the leaking tip a couple of times, spreading the combination of saliva and pre-cum all over his length, wrapping your fist securely around him and began to pump slowly, his little mutters to himself gave you the perfect ammunition to continue to do just what he said not too, you were going to edge Joe until he couldn't take no more.

You avoided your hands movements, letting yourself scoot down even further until your mouth came into contact with his balls, tonguing at them and latching your mouth around them one at a time, each time causing a more fierce moan to eject from his own. "Shit, I love it when you do that." His head arched back, almost in tears when your tongue fell down to just beneath his sack, flickering and flattening it against the crease between them and his ass. You seemingly hit the spot a few times, your fist becoming more rapid wanking off his shaft. Joe came without warning, his seed spewed onto his stomach in a rapid motion, a fountain of cum leaving his body squirming as you attacked the spot harder, slightly angered yet humbled that he'd let go without at least telling you first.

"Fuck." Joe panted. You lifted yourself back up and cleaned up his stomach, purely drinking the cum where it had spilled.

"Did I say you could cum?" You gestured an over dramatic dead eye his way and his face instantly fell apologetic. He tried to reach for you to bring you up to him but you slapped him away when his hands pulled at your head.

"Did I say I was done?" Your hand still firmly wrapped around his cock began to erratically move, his breathe hitching when you squeezed the grip tighter, the veins still highlighted from his erection bulging out of the skin.

"Apparently not." Joe giggled a little nervously and you smirked his way, he knew exactly what was going on; a second orgasm made for a very happy boyfriend.

You swirled your tongue around his once ruined tip, there was no going soft in the way you handled him at this moment in time, in fact it was seemingly so that Joe was so turned on by your actions he wasn't quick to refuse a thing you were willing to do this morning.

You could hear his breathing shaking, his lungs were working at twice the speed to receive the air that he needed to survive, but you took that away from him the more you worked your mouth. It now covered the pre-cum ridden mushroom head, the colour of it a beautifully deep purple tone from the blood that had rushed up into it in a hurry.

"Suck my fucking cock, baby. Be my good girl." An ounce of pleading ruptured from the sound of his voice, his hands clung to the pillow under his head, hoping you were going to just dive in deep.

You answered his wish, not being able to get the words that he'd just spoken away, the vibration of his voice repeating constantly inside of your mind like a broken record. Removing your hand away from his length and sunk your mouth down, taking it down to the base where the tip swept past your tonsils and to the back of your throat, your gag reflex hit it's peak and you choked, saliva streaming from the sides of your mouth and tears fighting their way through as you pushed his cock down as far as you could possibly take it. The hand that once occupied him was now massaging away at his balls that had quickly refilled themselves in your continued actions and you instantly had him like putty in your hands once more.

"Yes, yes, yes. That's it. Take my cock Y/N. You know just what to do." He stammered his way through the sentence, egging you on to repeat your actions. Bringing your head back up and slamming his cock straight back to where it previously filled. Moans, whimpers and profanities were flying through the bedroom, echoing through into the hallway of your home from the rising volume of Joe's vocal chords, the further you took him, the more he'd sound out.

You released his cock from your mouth immediately when you felt his body twitching, the eyes in the back of your head saw his toes begin to curl. You stopped, the only thing touching his cock now was your thumb pressing down on the slit of his tip, a refusal and unspoken denial that he was not allowed to climax just yet.

"Don't even think about it Joseph." The full first name indicated to him that you were deadly serious. You arched an eyebrow at him and he bit down on his lip, his eyes practically pleading at you to let him release. You lifted yourself up to meet his face, crashing your lips down onto his and plunging your tongue straight into his mouth to dance around his, the slight salty taste of his seed lingered on your muscle which made him slightly grimace, but fuck it, he enjoyed the passionate and desperate kiss that he was receiving.

Your hand went back to wrap around him, jerking uncontrollably whilst you attacked his lips with yours, your moans intertwining together into a beautiful melody that were only meant for your and his ears. The kiss broke when Joe's lips stayed parted, paralysed and unable to move when he felt the way you fist fucked his cock. You rested your forehead on his, watching the way his eyes rolled into the back of his head, his entire body writhing beneath your touch in a way that screamed that he belonged to you and that you had him in a way nobody else ever could or would.

"I n-need to c-cum. P-please l-let m-me c-cum." The begging was apparent. Your work was done. You flung yourself back down and latched onto his cock immediately, bobbing your head up and down fast, teeth grazing his length and tongue sliding through your movements. A silent gesture for him to go ahead. His second orgasm hit him like a ton of bricks, his already over sensitive stimulation from the first climax sent his body lifting, his soul ceased reality and guided itself straight to heaven, the tingling sensations causing his whole body to to jolt uncomfortably, your name being shouted in a loud squeak.

You swallowed every last drop, wasting nothing until he was milked dry. Giving him time to ride out his high by slowing down your movement and then releasing him completely, you hovered back up and fell to the side of him, his arms wrapping around you to pull you into a delightful cuddle.

"You are amazing, you know that?" His breathing still unsteady, but his head now settling back into a reality which brought him back to you completely. Your fingers stroked along his chest, fiddling with his chain that hung around his neck as you smiled up at him innocently.

"Happy birthday, baby." You cooed. Joe leaned down to meet your lips, kissing you sweetly.

"Thank you my darling. Now do I get my breakfast in bed?" You pondered on his question. Which way was he going with this? Knowing Joe he was being the dirty bastard he meant to be yet the look on his face told you he meant food. His poker face and excellent talent in acting didn't give away what he really meant.

"What do you fancy?" You asked.

"Your tight, pretty little pussy wouldn't go a miss." Joe pushed you onto your back forcefully and kissed you from the jaw down, ready to relish in the taste of you and eat you up until he was fully satisfied. Was it your birthday too? Evidently not but you weren't complaining.

[decodedlvr]

god the way he looks like a smug, cocky sonofbitch in this just makes me fuckin..

[wolfiescosplay]

His curls are everything!

[dontknownameauthor]

Very Lucky

Joseph Quinn x Fem!reader

Summary: College has been making your life a stressful and sleepless hell. When Joseph finds out you broke your promise to him in order to finish an essay, he decided he's had enough of you torturing yourself.

Warnings: Mentions of school, stress and anxiety, but mostly fluff.

Word count: 1,8k+ 

2:53 in the morning.

It's exactly 2:53 in the morning and you were still typing away on your laptop in the livingroom. You had to get this soul-crushing essay done by the end of the week and wednesday just turned into thursday three hours ago already. Time is moving too quickly for your liking. The rational part of your brain obviously knew that you still had more than enough time left to finish it, but you’ve always had this fear that if you don't get as much work done as possible, you'll eventually drown in unfinished stuff and fail.

You're terrible at making schedules for yourself, never being able to stick to them, since you can't estimate how much time you need for every little thing.

So here you are, eyes red and dried out. You’d turned down the brightness of your screen completely, but at this ungodly hour it was still burning your eyes out as if you’re looking straight at the sun. All the lights in the house were off, so the only source of light in this room was coming from your laptopscreen. Normally, the surrounding darkness would have freaked you out, but you’ve gotten so used to this routine that you’ve learned to feel comforted by it.

Just one more sentence.

That's what you’ve been telling yourself for the past 45 minutes or so. You’re good at a lot of things, but listening definitely isn’t one of them.

As you kept on typing and typing, your brain started to shut itself off, both arms feeling like a mix of jelly and melting ice cream. On top of that, your head suddenly weighed as much as a brick building and your eyelids couldn’t seem to resist the urge to shut. 

So they did.

Your head started to spin, fighting a silent battle with gravity, which you lost soon enough once you slipped out of focus, causing your head to plop down onto your keyboard, pressing down a few random keys.

When Joe groggily awoke from the brutal sound of your head hitting your laptop, he hadn’t fully comprehended the sound to be anything worth checking up on and simply turned over, wanting to throw his arm over your supposedly sleeping form. After a minute of trying to locate your body with no results, Joe slowly opened his sleepy eyes to find out that you aren’t even in bed with him.

He hastily turned back around to look at his phone on his nightstand and check the time.

2:59.

“Jesus, Y/N. Don't tell me you’re still behind that laptop.” Joe murmured, looking through the open bedroom door and seeing a small source of light originating from down the stairs, confirming his worries. 

He rubbed his dry eyes and sat up straight. Pulling the covers off him caused an awful shiver to travel down Joe's spine. He decided to ignore it and tiredly crawled out of bed in search of you. After walking down the stairs, Joe entered the livingroom to find his girlfriend sleeping like a rose on top of her laptop.

He slowly shuffled a bit closer and squinted at your bright laptop screen. The document you were trying to turn into a meaningful essay was now getting filled with words like 'jfkdlasfhehhhhhhhhhhhhhh' , typed by your cheek.

Very concerned, Joe put his hand on your unoccupied cheek and rubbed your smooth skin with his rough thumb. You started to stir a bit, but it wasn't enough to wake you up yet.

Joe moved his hand from your cheek to your messy, loose hair and began softly running his fingers through your hair strands, being mindful of any potential knots, not wanting to wake you up by scaring you.

"Y/N, darling..."

Joe sighed. This wasn't going to work.

He carefully turned your chair around so you could face him. You started to bend forward, so Joe had to quickly put his arms around your waist.

He picked you up, placing one arm under your knees, the other wrapping around your torso, and made his way to the couch. Joe slowly sat down with you laying comfortably in his lap.

He kissed your forehead in a different attempt to wake you. Relief washed over him when all of a sudden you opened your droopy eyes to the feeling of his warm lips coming in contact with your skin.

It's pretty dark in the livingroom, so you could barely figure out where you were.

"Love, you promised me you were coming to bed at twelve. It's three in the morning now. Why won't you listen to me when it comes to stuff like this?" Joseph's voice sounded stern, but mostly desperate.

You lazily smiled at his deep voice and melted into his big, warm arms, closing your eyes again. You were absolutely content like this, feeling ten times better than you did a few minutes ago.

"I know. It won't happen again. I promise." You murmured, pressing your lips to his stubbled cheek.

Joe only felt ten times worse than he did a few minutes ago.

"Y/N, I'm being serious right now. I know you're tired and you're not even listening to what I'm saying, but...I'm concerned about you..."

Your eyes suddenly shot open at his confession.

"Concerned? Why are you concerned, baby? I don't want you being concerned about me, Joe. I'm doing just fine." You tried to relax him with your words, feeling the strong urge to take all of his worries from him and make them vanish into thin air.

Joe sighs through his nose, carefully pushing your hair behind your shoulders.

"Well, I am anyways. You've been so drenched in schoolwork lately that you don't pay any attention to your health anymore. You're staying up late, eating less, going outside less, even smiling less. And it makes me feel like shit, because I want you to be happy and healthy."

His caring words made you wanna roll into a ball and cry to be honest, but you knew better than to neglect his worries right now. You grabbed his face and looked straight into his pools of emotion.

"Joey, I'm sorry that I've made you feel that way. I'm just having a lot of trouble with school lately, you're right. I don't know how to organise anything and everything I try to learn, my brain just doesn't process anymore. I love you so much and I'll try to take care of myself better. Okay? I'm gonna be fine, sweetheart. Really." you blurted out, trying to smile through your sleepiness to reduce some of his stress. 

But your words only seemed to have the opposite effect, because he frowned a bit.

"Wait, no. This doesn't feel right. Now I'm just making you feel like this is all your fault. It isn't at all. This is all just your bloody school's fault. They're giving you way too much work." Joe paused for a bit, his eyes analyzing every part of your exhausted face, seemingly deep in thought.

" D'you know what? I will help you organise all of your schoolwork, alright? And I mean all of it. So you'll have a better view of how you're going to spend your day and not your night. I love you too." he beams at you, clearly very content with the idea of you finally being able to have some well-deserved peace of mind.

You grinned widely and attached your lips to his, trying to project your gratefulness in the soft way you’re kissing him . The passionate energy you were sharing, was making you a little less sleepy.

You break away and embrace each other tightly.

"Speaking of organising your work schedule, we should probably organise your sleep schedule as well, don't you think? So can we please, please go to bed?" Joe begged, his doe eyes looking puffier than usual cause of the lack of sleep.

You chuckled, but quickly interrupted yourself with a yawn.

"I'll take that as a yes." Joe snickered lightly.

He slowly tried to stand up from the couch with you still in his arms. In the meantime, you tried to wrap your legs around his waist and put your face in his neck, breathing in his comforting scent and placing a few sleepy kisses to the warm skin.

Joe's heart swelled as he started walking up the stairs, his grip on you unwavering, when you began tapping his chest rapidly, keeping your face glued to his neck .

"Oh, oh, oh! I want some water first. I always drink water before I go to sleep." You mumbled against his skin, slightly tickling your boyfriend in the process.

Joseph grumbled and turned around to make his way to the kitchen, clearly annoyed, but still carrying you none the less. You jumped out of his arms and began the hunt for a clean cup, since they're all dirty and sitting in the dishwasher.

After looking for what felt like hours to Joe, you managed to find an abandoned, plastic Paw Patrol cup —that originally belongs to your nephew, but he'd forgotten to take it back home with him when he had visited you with your sister— and filled it to the brim with tapwater.

Halfway through drinking it, you decided that you weren't that thirsty anymore and dumped the remaining water down the drain.

Through the entire time, Joe was just standing there, leaning against the countertop with his arms crossed over his chest, showcasing his light annoyance.

"Anddd it's probably six in the morning already. What would you like for breakfast, dear?" he murmured mockingly, while looking at his wrist, pretending it's a watch.

You rolled your eyes and smirked, turning on the tap again and putting your hand underneath the stream, ignoring the shockingly cold temperature. You swing your hand in his direction, causing a few water drops to fly all over your boyfriend's scowling face.

He gasped dramatically and rapidly shook his head from left to right like a dog as if you just dunked a bucket of ice water on him.

"Drama queen. You know, you should really try looking into acting, something tells me you'd be amazing at it." You snickered and started making a beeline for the stairs.

"Just wait and see who the drama queen really is once the tickle monster catches you!" Joe yelled after you with a playful tone, bursting out in giggles when he heard your distant scream at the mention of the infamous tickle monster.

He sprinted after you, up the stairs.

Before he even got the chance to reach out to you, you jumped into bed and hid underneath the covers, pretending you were sound asleep already.

Joe ran into the room and stopped, debating between getting his revenge or finally heading off to dreamland with you in his arms.

Your boyfriend decided to set his ego aside for tonight.

"You're lucky I'm tired, darling. Very lucky." he whispered as he collapsed onto the bed, pulling you into his front and falling asleep immediately.

[werejustlefttodecay]

I watched Hoard just now and it was certainly something, made me cry near the end. Definitely recommend if you're into strange but meaningful coming of age type films.

[sweeteststing]

You know...I'm not against it. 10/10 would smash

[josephquinngifs]

[daleyeahson]

choose your character 🎮

[joesquinns]

so soft pt. 44

[spookyquinnbie]

Hold up.. pose✌🏻

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