#joequinn

[sweeteststing]

I wonder what being their concubine is like

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

[daleyeahson]

Joseph Quinn and his go to pose ✨laying down✨

[thnksfrthquinn]

A Bond Forged in Shadows ~ Part 3

Part 1 - Part 2

Summary: As the daughter of Rome’s most trusted senator, you grew up alongside Emperor Geta and his brother, forging a bond of friendship in the shadows of imperial power. Now, as Geta ascends the throne, your world is thrown into turmoil when your father arranges a political marriage to secure alliances for Rome. Though bound by duty, you can’t suppress the growing unease in your heart—nor can Geta hide his own discontent at the thought of losing you. Amid the treacherous intrigue of the Roman court, stolen moments and unspoken feelings blossom into a forbidden love that defies the expectations of duty and empire. With alliances at stake and betrayal lurking around every corner, you and Geta must navigate the perilous divide between loyalty and desire, risking everything for a chance at happiness in a world that demands you sacrifice it all

WC: 3k

Warnings: No spoilers from the movie // Smut // Violence // soft!Geta // rough!Geta // Geta x Reader

Taglist: @himikoquack @prestinalove @eddies-puppet @mysticalstar30 @chloe-skywalker @1950schick @wordsaresimple-imnot

(if you want to be added to the taglist, let me know)

The dimly lit corridors of the palace felt different now, every flickering torch casting shadows that danced along the marble walls, mirroring the tension thrumming between you. Geta’s hand on your waist was firm, possessive, and with each step, his thumb grazed the curve of your hip, sending sparks of anticipation shooting through your veins. The silence stretched, heavy and charged, broken only by the distant echoes of your footsteps. You could feel the heat of his body beside you, his presence overwhelming yet intoxicating. As you rounded a corner, away from prying eyes and curious whispers, Geta suddenly stopped, his grip tightening just enough to pull you flush against him. His gaze darkened, flickering between your eyes and lips. 

“You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into,” he whispered, his breath warm against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. Your heart pounded, but you refused to let him see the full extent of his effect on you. You tilted your chin up defiantly, a smirk tugging at the corner of your mouth. 

“Then show me,” you whispered back, your voice a challenge laced with undeniable desire. A low growl rumbled in his chest, and in the next breath, his lips crashed against yours. The kiss was fierce, all fire and fury, like the tension that had been simmering between you for years had finally snapped. His hands slid down your back, pulling you even closer, as if he couldn’t bear a single inch of distance between you. Your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging him closer, matching his intensity with your own. He pulled back just enough to whisper against your lips, his voice rough and breathless. 

“You’re playing with fire.” Geta huffed. You grinned, your forehead resting against his as you caught your breath. 

“Then let me burn.” A dark, satisfied look crossed his face before he seized your hand, leading you swiftly down the hall. When you finally reached his quarters, he pushed open the heavy door, pulling you inside with a hunger that sent your pulse racing. The door slammed shut behind you, the sound echoing in the room, sealing you both inside this moment, this reckless, intoxicating plunge into the unknown. Before you could catch your breath, Geta had you pinned against the door, his lips finding yours again, more demanding this time, as if he needed to remind you who was in control. But you weren’t about to make it easy for him. Your hands roamed over his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath your touch, matching your own wild rhythm.

“You’re impossible,” he muttered against your neck, his lips trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your skin.

“And you love it,” you whispered back, your breath hitching as his hands found the curve of your waist, pulling you tighter against him.

The night stretched ahead of you, full of promises and peril, and as Geta led you toward his bed, you knew one thing for certain—this was only the beginning. 

As Geta's hands roamed your curves, you felt a thrill of excitement mixed with trepidation. This was a dangerous game you were playing, but the risk only heightened the pleasure.

"You're so responsive," he growled, his fingers dipping beneath the hem of your gown to stroke the bare skin of your abdomen. "I can't wait to see how loud you'll be when I make you cum.” His words sent shivers down your spine, and you arched into his touch despite yourself. You knew he was trying to undermine your control, to break through that last wall between you and surrender completely to him. But you wouldn't let it happen that easily. With a fierce determination, you grasped his wrist and held it in place over your stomach.

"Not yet," you managed to gasp out, even as your body screamed for more contact. "I'm not yours until I say so.” Geta's eyes narrowed at the challenge, flashed with a mix of amusement and desire at your defiant words. He leaned in close, his hot breath tickling your ear as he whispered,

"Oh, but you will be mine, my dear. It's only a matter of time.” His free hand trailed up your side, fingertips ghosting over the thin fabric of your gown. You shivered involuntarily, your grip on his wrist loosening slightly. Geta took advantage of your momentary weakness, twisting his hand free and using it to cup your face.

"Such fire," he murmured, his thumb tracing your lower lip."I do so enjoy taming wild things."

You tried to muster a sharp retort, but your voice caught in your throat as his other hand slid higher, just barely grazing the underside of your breast. Your body betrayed you, arching into his touch even as your mind screamed to maintain control. Geta chuckled, a low, dangerous sound that sent heat pooling in your core. As you both got to Geta’s bed, Geta gently laid you down on his plush bed, his eyes roamed hungrily over your form. He began to undress slowly, his movements deliberate and teasing. First, he removed his ornate outer robe, letting it fall to the floor with a soft rustle. His fingers then moved to the fastenings of his tunic, unhurriedly undoing each one.You watched, transfixed, as more of his skin was revealed. The lean muscles of his chest and abdomen rippled with each movement, a testament to his physical prowess. A trail of dark hair led enticingly downward from his navel, disappearing beneath the waistband of his undergarments. Geta's eyes never left yours as he continued to disrobe. His hands moved to the laces of his undergarments, and he paused, a wicked smirk playing on his lips.

"Enjoying the view?" he asked, his voice low and husky with desire. You bit your lip, your hands roaming up and down your own body trying to tease him back. Geta's fingers worked deftly at the laces of his undergarments, loosening them with tantalizing slowness. His eyes, dark with desire, remained locked on yours as he gradually revealed more of himself. The fabric slid down his muscular thighs, pooling at his feet before he stepped out of them gracefully. Now fully nude, Geta stood before you in all his glory. His body was a masterpiece of lean muscle and sun-kissed skin, every inch of him exuding raw masculinity. Your gaze was drawn inexorably to his impressive manhood, already half-erect and promising pleasures yet to come. Geta's lips curled into a predatory smile as he noticed your appreciative stare. He moved towards the bed with the fluid grace of a stalking panther, his eyes never leaving yours. As he reached the edge of the bed, Geta paused, drinking in the sight of you sprawled across his sheets.  His large hands found the hem of your gown, slowly sliding it upwards. The rough pads of his fingers trailed along your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

"Let's see what treasures you've been hiding," he growled, his voice thick with lust. The silky fabric of your gown whispered against your skin as Geta peeled it away, revealing your body inch by tantalizing inch. His breath hitched as your breasts were exposed, the cool air causing your nipples to harden into tight peaks. 

"Exquisite," he murmured, lowering his head to place a hot, open-mouthed kiss on the swell of your breast. Geta continued to push the gown higher, his calloused hands caressing your sides, your ribs, the soft plane of your stomach. His lips followed the path of his hands, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. You arched into him, a soft moan escaping your lips as his mouth found the sensitive skin just below your navel. Geta’s fingers hooked into the waistband of your garments, tugging them down with agonizing slowness. 

“I’ve been waiting for this moment,” he murmured against your skin, his breath hot and teasing. “To taste every inch of you.” He discarded your garments, his eyes dark with desire as he took in the sight of you laid bare before him. Geta’s hands gripped your thighs, spreading them wide as he settled between them, his warm lips pressing kisses up the inside of your thighs, nose pushed into the crease of your hip as he inhales every breath of you. Eyes closed when he savours the whimper you make at the way his tongue drags along your abdomen, circling your navel, chin grazing lower, lower until he holds your gaze and lays the softest of kisses directly to your clit. His mouth descended, his tongue flicking out to taste you, and you gasped at the sensation. “So sweet,” he groaned, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine. He devoured you with a hunger that left you breathless, his skilled tongue driving you to the brink of ecstasy. His tongue was a fucking revelation. You grabbed his hair and pulled him closer, grinding against his mouth. He was relentless, taking you to the edge and then pulling back, over and over again. You were aching for more, your body begging for release. And when he finally slid his fingers inside you, you shattered. Your body convulsed, a cry of pure pleasure tearing from your lips as you came undone beneath him. Geta didn’t stop, his mouth and fingers working in perfect harmony to prolong your orgasm until you were a trembling, panting mess. He finally pulled back, his lips glistening with your arousal, and gave you a wicked grin.

 “I could do this all night,” he said, his voice rough. “But I think it’s time I showed you just how good I can make you feel.” As he spoke, Geta's eyes seemed to burn with an inner fire, his gaze roaming over your body like a caress. He towered over you, his presence enveloping you in a wave of heat and desire. You could feel the warmth of his skin radiating towards you, making your own skin tingle with anticipation. Geta's hands reached out, gently grasping your hips and pulling you towards him. His lips brushed against your ear, sending shivers down your spine as he whispered, "I'm going to take my time with you, savor every moment, and make sure you remember this night for the rest of your life.” His words were like a promise, a vow to unleash a torrent of pleasure upon your body. As you lay there, his gaze never left yours. He angled himself just between your legs, his hard member tensing as you looked up at him. 

“I want to feel you.. all of you” you hummed, your body burning with lust. He grabs your thighs and holds them up, nearly above your head, he wants to see all of you. He leans in, his cock gently stroking your glistening folds and then he slowly entered you. You consumed him, wincing as you took all of him in. 

“Such a wet little rose you are” His thrust began to deepen, his grasp on your thighs softening. You were all his in this moment. Moans and grunts filled the air around you both. Your eyes roll back into your skull as you feel him pulsing through your core. Geta lets your legs down and his hands fall by the side of your head. He leans down, pausing when your lips barely touch, his hot breath on your skin causing you to go dizzy. He moves down to your collar, leaving small but desperate kisses. His thrusts become deeper, you reach for his shoulders, digging your fingers into his flesh. 

“By the gods, you feel so good” he purred, his voice a low growl, into your collar. Your gaze never left his, although you were seeing stars. He adjusts himself, now onto his knees, fucking you faster, his hand moved to your neck. A perfect necklace. His grip tightening, nipping at the sensitive skin there. His pace quickened, each thrust deliberate and purposeful. 

“Tell me you’re mine” He commanded, softly applying light pressure with his fingers against your throat. “Only mine” 

“Im yours.. and only yours” you cry out. 

“Again” Geta hissed. “Say it again” His hands tightened slightly around your throat. “I. Want. To. Hear. It” He punctuated each word with a powerful thrust, hitting deeper than before. You head falls back onto the bed, you grip the sheets hard. 

“Im yours, my lord.” You whimpered. Your insides twisted, legs trembling. “Im so close..” Geta’s gaze was almost primal, he let go of your throat, his hand moving down to your breast, gently circling around your erect nipple. 

“Id est .. bona puella” he purred, his voice husky. This was enough for you to reach your release. A fire pooled low in your abdomen, your vision fading to black. It was ecstasy. Your moans were a mixture of curse words and Geta’s name. Geta’s pace slowed, your moans were intoxicating to him. His cock slips out of your entrance as you come to the end of your orgasm. 

“Get on your knees now..” Geta ordered. You did as you were told, slipping down off the bed onto your knees. You positioned yourself in between Geta’s legs, his cock throbbing right before your eyes. 

“Make your Caesar cum” You nodded, holding onto his thighs. You swirled your tongue along the head, making full eye contact with him, making sure he was enjoying it. Geta’s eyes rolled back as he grunted, his hand cupping your cheek. “Such an obedient little thing you are” His eyes were dark, looking down at you like you were a piece of meat. You start off slow, lapping at him with these kitten licks and mouthing down the bulging vein on the underside.

"mm, fuck," Geta moans, hips shakily punching up when you finally sink down over the head of his cock properly with your lips wrapped tightly around his cock, the wet heat of your mouth enveloping him. His hand reaches for your hair, gripping slighting, pushing you down further on his manhood. Your eyes begin to water as you take him all in. Geta sat back in rhapsody, losing himself in the delirium of having you choke on his cock, as your spit puddled his length. 

“Look a you, doing such a good job” He pulled you off his cock by your chin, looking down at your spit glistening over your lips. He pulls you up and sits you on his lap, his hard cock twinging against your tummy. Smirking arrogantly, he runs his thumb over your swollen lips, pushing it inside your mouth briefly. "See what you do to me? All hot and needy" He whispers, grabbing your waist and positioning you over his length. "Ride me,” You begin to bounce up and down on his cock, your both a sweaty mess at this point. His head falls back as you start to move, a low groan rumbling in his chest. His large hands grip your hips, guiding your movements. 

"Faster," he demands, lifting you up and slamming you back down onto his lap. "Use those pretty little hips,” His grip tightens, fingers digging into your soft flesh as he sets a brutal pace. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mixed with your soft whimpers and his guttural groans. He leans forward, capturing a nipple in his mouth, biting down gently. 

“I want you to cum, fill me up please..” You pleaded, wrapping your hands around his shoulders, a free hand gripping onto his hair. His hands move to your thighs, pulling them further apart as he wraps his arms around your legs, hooking them over his elbows. He lifts you higher, hitting deeper spots inside you. "Look at me," he growls, his face contorted with pleasure. He watches your expression, your breasts bouncing with each thrust. 

"You want my seed inside you?" He asks darkly, his thrusts growing more powerful. He hits that spot inside you that makes your eyes roll back, your inner muscles tightening around him. "Answer me,”

“Yes.. YES” you howled. With a final, deep thrust, he holds himself inside you completely, releasing with a loud grunt. 

"Take it... take every fucking drop." His warm seed fills you, and he keeps you firmly in place, maintaining eye contact. "You're mine now. Mine completely." He whispers possessively. Still deeply inside you, he runs his hands possessively over your body. "Stay here. I want to feel my cum dripping out of you... I want you to sleep with my seed inside you tonight." He pulls you close against his chest, one hand moving to caress your hair. As Geta pulled you close against his chest, the heat of the moment slowly gave way to something deeper—an unspoken connection neither of you had been willing to acknowledge until now. His hand moved gently through your hair, his breathing still heavy against your ear, but his touch had softened, as if grounding both of you in the reality of what had just happened.

For a long moment, neither of you spoke. The weight of your emotions hung in the air, thick and undeniable. When he finally did break the silence, his voice was low and sincere, a stark contrast to the commanding tone he usually wore like armor. “You drive me mad,” he whispered, pressing his forehead against yours. “But I’ve never felt anything like this before.” His confession lingered in the space between you, heavy with meaning. You looked up at him, your heart pounding—not from desire, but from the vulnerability his words unlocked.

 “Neither have I,” you admitted softly, your fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest. The playful defiance that had always been a part of your dynamic still lingered, but now it was laced with something far more dangerous: genuine affection. Geta’s lips curved into a small, knowing smile. 

“Then what are we going to do about it?” he murmured, his thumb brushing over your cheek with surprising tenderness. The question wasn’t just about the two of you—it was about everything: your loyalty to Rome, your family’s expectations, the dangerous game of power you both were entangled in.

But for now, none of that mattered. For now, it was just you and him, tangled in a moment you both knew could change everything.

[joesquinns]

JOSEPH QUINN as PRINCE PAUL in Catherine The Great

[wolfiescosplay]

His curls are everything!

[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.

[steddieonthen]

How dares he be so adorable???

[dopehopey]

is joe not coming to the New Orleans fan expo anymore? We were planning on going and he’s been on the website for months but the last time I went to check he is not on the appearances list 😭😭😭😭

[sweeteststing]

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

[daleyeahson]

choose your character 🎮

[catherinnn]

perfect fic for today <3

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.

[thnksfrthquinn]

Hold up.. pose✌🏻

[joesquinns]

so soft pt. 44

[wolfiescosplay]

His dad is so proud!! Look at him showing the photos he took!

[thnksfrthquinn]

Joseph Quinn. The man that you are.

I think I found my new desktop wallpaper jeeeez. (my edits :) )

[ronandreams]

tagged by @joequinns , thank you lovely! 💗

coffee or tea | early bird or night owl | chocolate or vanilla | spring or fall | silver or gold | pop or alternative | freckles or dimples | snakes or sharks | mountains or fields | thunder or lightning | egyptian mythology or greek mythology | ivory or scarlet | flute or lyre | opal or diamond | butterflies or honeybees | macarons or eclairs | typewritten or handwritten | secret garden or secret library | rooftop or balcony | spicy or mild | opera or ballet | london or paris | vincent van gogh or claude monet | denim or leather | potions or spells | ocean or desert | mermaids or sirens | masquerade ball or cocktail party .

i can't choose between secret garden and secret library, i will simply take both 😅

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