#joseph quinn photo shoot

[archivequinn]

Joseph Quinn for L'Officiel Hommes, photo shoot.

[localemofreak]

Me and my bestie pulling up to the family function like-

[josephscurl]

the currrrlllllsssss

[pepperstories]

Emergency Contact | Joseph Quinn

Warnings: SMUT! MDNI! Don't suck cock and drive please. That is very dangerous and also against the law. This is pretty much a series. Booty Call Joe. Tasty morsel of a man that he is.

Word Count: 3384

NSFW! 18+

A photo shoot prop worth the joy ride. Joe drove a smidge above the speed limit and enjoyed the gust of wind rattling through the sports car. The photo shoot was a success. The suit was ridiculous, but worthy of the name and the exciting chill he felt through his scalp from the excess water made him feel alive.

That was until he got a text from you.

You weren’t far away. A hideout bar in the centre of London, drinking dirty martini’s with work colleagues after a gruelling, unforgiving day in your black suede heels he loved so much.

He pictures you in the almost see through white shirt. A peekaboo bra that threatened to reveal the secrets Victoria longed to keep. A grey or black pencil skirt that shaped and hugged you perfectly enough to seem professional but flattering to draw the attention from the eyes of those in the dark bar you currently sat.

It was casual. A hook up that was established long before his current limelight and claim to fame. A mere Tinder date that was successful enough to lay the ground rules to some of the best fucks he’s ever experienced without the need for chocolates, flowers and general validation.

But he cared for you. You spoke about past relationships and how it just didn’t fit around your lifestyle. You’re favourite Ramen flavours when you’ve had too much red wine to cook an actual meal. The books you have strategically placed around your apartment that threaten to fall each time he makes an impromptu thrust of his hips into your welcoming cunt.

You cared for him. His love for the theatre and the books he had gracing the walls of his single occupancy flat in the centre of London. His flourish of knowledge on Hollywood gossip you wouldn’t find in the gossip columns of magazines. And his expert technique of making you cum with a tightening of his fingers around your neck and a flick of his tongue on your clit.

It was an understanding between the both of you: Things were perfect just the way they were.

So as he drove at top speed, his destination a small, darkly light pub just shy of the Shard. Just past 1 am and he could feel his cock twitching at the prospect of fucking you in a vintage sport car. Too far from home to even attempt the chivalry of fucking you in a nice comfy bed after a long 8 hours, he needed you now.

The narrowing streets were enough to tell him that he was close. The one way system was a permanent tattoo in his brain from growing up near the City. The small enclosed lanes getting tighter and tighter as he neared the corner you said you would wait.

A flash. His headlights. They caught the silvery grey of your duster jacket and you checked your watch and adjusted your handbag. A slight tilt in your step which he believed to be the alcohol.

Smirking at your anxious and somewhat impatient rocking that you do when you’re horny, he pulled up swiftly. You stood where a space was available, how thoughtful.

Glancing into the car, your face was a slight tinge of red. An alcoholic flush that kept you warm but caused a shiver to run down your vertebrae. A sports car was just the icing on the ever growing arousal that kept you from calling it a night.

“You looking for a good time?” Was all you said before swinging the car door open.

———————

Cramped. That was the only word that came to mind as you lifted your leg over to straddle him. A small enclosed piece of land between zones was where he decided to park. Not conspicuous in the slightest, but added enough danger to the situation to make the event much more pleasurable.

“Could you have chosen a smaller car?” You breathed out. The smell of tangy lime and stiff alcohol on your breath as it puffed into his face. He could only laugh at himself. He thought you would find this sexy.

“I thought I would impress you?” You scoffed slightly, manoeuvring the lace of your underwear down your leg and chucking it onto your bag in the back seat. His obnoxious zipper catching the inside of your thigh.

“You don’t have to impress me. You do that enough already.” It was flirting. A slight blush rising from his neck as he pulled you into a kiss. Both of your hands threading into the near dry curls on his head. He moved his hands from the dip on your back to between you. Unfastening the belt and trousers he had put on in a rush this morning. Not exactly the easiest combo for this soirée.

You settled on neck, just below his earlobe, where he liked it. His head dipping down every so often to see the progress of getting the trousers off his waist. A frustrated grunt here and there as he struggled with the angle. Too conscious of the fact that you were already a mere inch from a concussion should you jerk up suddenly.

“Fuck! I thought this would be hot as fuck.” His frustrated outburst was enough for you to sigh. His attempts at removing his pants were unsuccessful unless you stepped out of the car. Not ideal should a passing motorist or God forbid, a police car, should pass you.

“Why don’t we just go back to mines?” You suggested. More for the fact that your unforgiving hangover tomorrow will be better settled in your own bed. A walk of shame was not on the cards this weekend.

“I have an early shoot tomorrow. I also need to bring this car back.” His grimace was enough to tell you that this wasn’t going to happen tonight. Kissing his lips, you settled yourself back over into the passenger seat. The cool air settling between your legs as your sat back.

“It’s fine. Could you take me back into town? I can get a cab.” There was a hint of a smile. Enough to tell him that you were disappointed but not angry. Adjusting his seat and trousers. He nodded, pulling the seatbelt over his shoulder and starting the engine.

——————

City lights were the best part of going into London. Illuminating the skyline with hues of the colour wheel. It reflected on your tired face as he drove through the still busy streets of London. His cock still twitching in his trousers, he adjusted and readjusted too many times for it not to go unnoticed.

Tilting your head round to him, you looked around the busy streets and glanced into the rear view mirror. No sign of flashing blue lights or an impatient motorist tailing too close behind.

Adjusting yourself in the seat, you simply advised to keep driving, eyes forward and don’t be too obvious. Unsure of the command, he simply nodded and set his gaze forward, focusing on the crude rusted metal of the Vauxhall Corsa in front of him.

Ripping away the buttons and zipper on his trousers, you pulled his cock free from his boxers. The soft pale flush of skin a dull comparison to the angry red tip. You weren’t completely settled on the idea of getting him off and leaving the small motor without at least some relief. Although he was driving through London city, your focus was on the task at hand. A tight squeeze of your fingers around the base of his cock, you pulled the soft foreskin down enough to reveal his leaking tip and the pulsing skin of his frenulum. All and all, he was fit to burst.

You sensed him raising his hand above the crown of your head and then settle back on the wheel multiple times. His concentrations wearying as you hollowed out your mouth and slide down the full length of him. Tongue flat against his soft under side of his cock, you bobbled and sucked. You done it within an inch of your life. You didn’t tease, you didn’t force yourself down. This was for his pleasure and you needed him to cum.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me wreck.” His eyes were rolling on their own accord. His hands gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles were white. No red lights, no busying traffic, he found himself driving towards the Burroughs where you lived. Without setting your sights on the location, you hummed and moaned against him. His stomach tensing, his body rolling forward at the sensation. The tip of your tongue tracing the sensible vein that ran alongside his shaft.

Although you were no amateur to fallacio, your attention to detail haltered slightly when he seemed to get harder and larger in your mouth. Realising that his anatomy was so finely tuned to the need your body had.

“I’m going to cum. Fuck, hold it there.” He spread the palm of his hand out across the base of your skull, thrusting slightly up into your gaped oral cavity and causing the stream of saliva to drool out of your mouth and on to his smart grey trousers. The strategically placed uvula that dangles at the back of your throat now coated in his spent, he done his usual thing: grunt, gasp and heavy breath between his chapped lips.

Cleaning off the rest of him, you suctioned off his cock with an obscene pop, looking up at him as you done so. The beautiful scarlet red of his lip stuck between the pearly whites. Lifting yourself back into you seat, you realised he had stopped. The dimly lit street was familiar and you gave him a confused lift of your eyebrow.

“I thought you had to give the car back?” Your tone was teasing but serious.

“They know where to find me.” Was all he said before pulling your crinkled shirt in his hands and pulling you over the handbrake for an open mouthed kiss. His hands sliding into your hair where your skull meets your spine. Fingers splayed and massaging the tense muscle. Sliding your tongue into his mouth, you felt his wandering free hand skim up the fabric of your work skirt and feeling the hold ups underneath. Pulling away from the kiss, he looks straight into your glazed eyes and kneed the seam of the lace hidden so carefully underneath.

“They’re your favourite.”

——————

It wasn’t a matter of how quick he could get you up the stairs, but if he could restrain himself enough to get you in bed. With a turn of the key, he bundles you up from behind and slams you against the nearest wall. Your face smooshed into the wallpaper and he pulls your jacket from behind and tosses it into your flat. His arms rounding you to pull apart the shirt he loved so much. All the while, he whispered filth into your ear. Sucking on the delicate lobe, he asked how wet you were, imagining the pressing and tightening of your thighs all night as you waited for him. How he was going to fuck you against this wall because there was no way he could walk the 20 paces into your bedroom.

He pulls the shirt off your shoulders, letting the garment hang around your skirt where it was tucked. The soft skin on your shoulder a reddish hue from your bra strap as he pulled it off to place wet opened mouthed kisses to it. Your panting and wanting was only urging him forward in his mission. Thumbing both nipples over your bra as you pushed your arse against him. His kisses roamed your cervical spine, placing soft pecks to the inter-vertebral discs as he watched you relax further into his touch. Reaching the middle of your back, he replaces his mouth with his fingers, rubbing two fingers underneath the clasp of your pretty bra and using his thumb to pull free. You whipped it off before he could and turned in his arms as he took to his knees in front of you.

He had no words. Your eyes a drunken, sexual glaze. Your neck hollowed from the deep gasping breaths you were taking and your perfect tits sloped and pert just for him. He decided he wasn’t going to take the skirt off at that very moment. Tilting his head to at you, he places both hands on each ankle. Running his hands up the velvety soft material of your light stockings and pushing up the impossibly tight pencil skirt. The fabric releasing it’s grasp of your full thighs and wide hips and nestled just below your bellybutton.

Nothing. You were bare to him. The V-Shaped valley of your cunt in perfect view. The modest little wax job you had since the last time you saw him left a tuff of curly hair that rested just above your clit. The rest was the perfectly smooth and hair free skin he couldn’t wait to taste. Your puffy lips rippling with anticipation as he leans forward to place a kiss on your pubic bone.

Pulling a leg over his shoulder, he licks a long thick stripe from your hole to your clit. A shaking breath coming from you and pushing your splayed fingers through his soft curls. Wrapping his lips around your clit, he flicks at a quick pace and marvelled in the mewling sounds you make from above. Gripping his hair tighter and moving your leg higher for him, he latches on harder and licks faster. His lower half holding up your sliding weight as you arch off the wall.

You weren’t sure what to feel in the moments leading up, but your body was buzzing with pleasurable electricity. His tongue grounding you with his fast and hard licks. His soft tight curls in between your clammy fingers. You gasped and tightened as he suctioned your clit between his lips. Suddenly he stood, grabbing your soft cheeks and pulling you into a kiss. Lifting your leg around his waist as he began to grind his hips into your soft cunt. The perfect hard friction you needed to cum loudly into his mouth.

He was surprised at your quick finish. Your shaking leg against his hip as your cunt pulsed against his clothed cock. It was enough for him to pull away from the kiss, unbuckle his belt and feel then slid down his legs. Taking your other leg, he pulls you up against the wall and forces you to wrap and hold your weight against his hips.

Gasping into his open mouth, he shifted his weight back and held you with one arm. The adrenaline from what was about to happen giving him the strength to hold your entire weight against him. Doing his signature move, licking a thick saliva filled strip down his hand and looking you straight in the eye as he done it, he pumped his cock straight into you.

It was the fullest you ever felt and it told you a lot about what was happening. The head of his cock striking your cervix straight on as he pushed straight in. The feeling of his cock still a stranger to your being as he moaned into your mouth. He settled into you before he began his thrusts. It was hard and true as he fuck you straight into the wallpaper. The slick feeling of his cock causing you to moan and pant into his mouth as he licked at your top lip each thrust he done.

A slick sound in the air of your small apartment as the headlights from the passing car gave you a glimpse of his thrusting cock into your wet hole.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day.” Was all he said as he thrust up into the spongy interior of your cunt. Your legs becoming somewhat numb from the position you had adopted. Words were hard to form in that moment. Biting back a sense of reality to relish in the continuous stokes he was giving you. It was a sense of passion you had never felt before. Warm brown eyes staring straight into yours. Forget about corporate mergers, Excel spreadsheets with broken coding, too tight a skirt and dirty martini's with colleagues you hardly knew. This is where you wanted to be.

It wasn't long before your breathe hitched. His mocking gasp in your face and the smirk highlighting the crinkle cut laughter lines on his face as he brought you closer. The stamina of his hips meeting yours. The angle he had you placed was striking that pink wet wall at the base of your cervix. Enough pain to produce pleasure and enough pleasure to dull the pain.

"I'm gonna cum, keep fucking going." You didn't recognise your own voice. Whether it was the alcohol in your system or the fucked out A-lister pounding his way into your womb, your voice sounded miles away.

"Wasn't going to. Never will." He grunted. A squeeze of your arse cheek and a hike of your leg pushed you further up the wall but him closer to your breast bone. The shlick of sweat gathering between the valley of your breasts was no match for Joe's skilled tongue laying flat and gliding up the column of your neck.

The creamy base of his cock pulled strings of moisture up to your clit, the friction being enough to pull a haunting groan from your lips. Something Joe was quick to pick up on.

"Right there? This where you need me?" He moved impossibly hard now. Deep thrusts that were wet and plentiful. He felt it before you, the pulsing ripple of your cunt swallowing him whole. No award. No character he played ever made him feel like this. Never made him work so hard to please. It was all you.

"Fuck!" He felt you jolt as it took you higher. A soaring wave that made your fingernails bite into his shoulders, your head fall against the wall and his cock to sputter inside you.

"Where do you want me, love? Hm? Inside? You want me to cum inside and fill you up?" His thrusts were calculated now. The aftermath of your orgasm tittering out as you thrashed and pinched your eyebrows at him. You almost looked savage as you growled and rolled your hips to meet his.

"Inside. Fuck, cum inside me." You said through gritted teeth. A manic, desperate look in your eyes. Just looking at you was enough. He felt himself slipping and sliding inside your cunt. His hands holding the majority of your bouncing weight as he felt his cock slide against your public bone. It made him possessed.

Howling into your neck, he came with three striking thrusts. You didn't think you could get any further up the wall until he proved you wrong with his finish. Heaving, wet breathes into your neck, he grounded his feet below up and held you close.

"Too hot. Too much. Too fucking good." Was all you thought as Joe rubbed his forehead into your breasts. His heavy breathing sweeping over the lace of your bra and cooling your damp sweat slick skin. Pulling his head up to look at you, you searched for something. A weaver of doubt. An inking of regret. Instead, you saw a stillness. A familiar relaxed lull in his eyes that made you feel safe. It was intoxicating.

"We're far too good at that." Was all he laughed out as he sighed against your neck. Soft little pecks to your jugular and needing hands on your thighs. "Hmm, I bet you never spoke about this in your interview's" A little snarky but witty, he softly bit the taunt skin of your chin making you yelp as he pulled out and slide you down his body until your toes touched the ground. He held you firmly against the wall still, tippy toes just allowing you the height for him to kiss you soundly and passionately on the lips. A thank you.

"Wait." You mumbled against his lips, his dark chocolate eyes opening again to look at you. A cute little head tilt thrown into the bargain. "How do they know the car is here?" A raised eyebrow was enough to make him bite his lip. Anticipation building as he pondered the right response. "You're my emergency contact."

[hello-sweetheart]

It’s funny cuz in my mind Steve Harrington does not look like Joe Keery, Eddie does not look like Joseph Quinn, and so on.

The just share a likeness ya get me?

Like Steve is a bit more lean with a wider back cuz he was a swimmer, his eyes are a bit droopier and warm brown instead of hazel.

Eddie’s hair has like 4 different curl patterns and is thicker, kinda looks more like a rats nest in my head to fit his wild persona. He’s slightly taller than Steve because he’s got long legs. He’s mostly legs.

Mike is basically an even scrawnier version of eddie but with freckles and waves.

El has really large doe eyes and large doll like curls.

Billy’s hair is closer to the H&M photo shoot, a blonde that’s a bit closer to really light ginger, and he’s shorter but stockier because of his muscle.

I’m curious, what do they look like in your head? Are they different at all?

[freckledjoes]

Poll results are in! Regular background & single color background seem to be the most popular, though gradient is not that far behind.

Since these men have way too many pretty photos idek where to start (other than Keery's latest shoot) So uhhh feel free to send me some images via ask (or dm) that you'd love to see icons of! Preferably of Joe Keery, Joseph Quinn or any of their characters :)

[big-ope-vibes]

Not me over here drooling and panting….

[redheadspark]

Hey may I please get something with Joseph Quinn with stay? i just ... don't want to be alone right now.  ❜

And “I know alright I know I’m being an asshole but I’m trying”

A/N - Of course, I would love to write this for Joe! Thanks for requesting this, anon!

Break

Summary - Joe needs a break. You are there to simply give him a break.

Warnings - a hint of angst but mostly fluff

Joseph Quinn was not a grumpy person, not by nature at least.

He was always happy to act and be on set, he loved the craft and was trying to be the best he could be everyday.  But of course, like everyone else around him, Joseph was also human.  He would put on a brave face most of the time when he would do interviews or promote his movies or plays, but it would be hard for him too.  The constant hours on set or in rehearsals, photo shoots and traveling around the world to different Comic Cons, Joe knew he needed a break before he would get into his grumpy nature.

Sure enough, it caught onto him sooner than he thought.

You knew when to give him space when he was needed to decompress or de-stress, being his girlfriend for over a year gave you plenty of time to know and learn from his mannerisms.  Most of the time he was fine, Joe knew to let it roll off his shoulders and find something to do to get his mind off of work.  But there were a few times when it was too much for him, and you took that as a sign to let him be alone.  

This night was one of them.  You were working away from a recent order from your boss as Joe was angrily chatting with his agent on the phone in the other room.  The last thing you wanted to go was add wind to the flames that were already well lit.  You could even hear it in the tone of his voice that this was not a light conversation that was going to be had.

“No…no I already told you that I’m not going to be going back to that Con!  It was not all how we agreed to it, and I need a few weeks off!  Its been…I’m telling you it’s been a month of constant traveling, and I have a play coming up that I need to prepared for..”

You sighed, looking over at the closed bedroom door where you could hear the conversation going on.  The sound in his tone and the bite after every sentence, you could hear and feel the stress radiating out of the room.  Of course you wanted to walk into the room, take the phone from him and tell him to take a break, but you also knew that Joe would rather take care of his own stress on his own than to have you be involved in any way.  He would brush you off with kindness, simply stating that his worries were his own and that let thing he wanted to go was make him stressed out over him.  

Finally, after another five minutes, the bedroom door finally opened and you saw Joe walking back into the living room where you were perched on the couch.  Seeing the tiredness on his face, laced with some stress with the bags under his eyes and the tension in his shoulders, it was a rough conversation.  You simply closed your laptop as Joe slumped over to sit with you on the couch and rub his temples.

“That sounded fun,” You said in a light tone, though Joe sighed in defeat as you looked over at him with a hint of tenderness.

“It was much needed conversation that was overdue,” he hummed as he leaned back on the couch to look up at the ceiling, “I love my agent to death, but I’ll be worked to death if I don’t slow down,” 

“You don’t need to be ass abut it though,” You kindly advised him as he grimaced, “At least your agent’s trying to help you out with these opportunities, and he’s trying his best—“

“I know, alright?  I know I’m being an  asshole but I’m trying,” Joe grumbled as he took in a long inhale.  All you could do was reach over to rub his shoulder, feeling how tense he was with no real signs of slowing down.  You could give him so much advice before you knew you had to let him make the choice on his own.  You had no clue on what it was like being an actor and what he had to go through on a daily basis, you only saw a glimpse or the glimpse he was willing to show you.  The rest was up to Joe.

“Sorry, luv,” Joe hummed as you felt him lean his head on your shoulder, you kissing the top of his head as he went on, “Last thing I want to do is be mad at you when you did nothing,”

“I do nothing because I don’t know how to help,” you reasoned, “If you need space then I can do that for you, Joe.  You know that by now,”

“I do,” he replied, hiding a yawn from behind his mouth as you chucked and were about to get up from the couch, “Stay?  I just…I don’t want to be alone right now.”

“I was just going to order us some dinner and we can watch something to get your mind off of it,” You explained, Joe grinning as he was looking over at you with his big brown eyes.  You had to giggle, flicking his nose to have him laugh as you maneuvered off the couch, “Come on, Joe.  Give me five minutes to order!”

Joe mocking sighed in defeat, though his smile was back on his face.  Dialing the number from the local Italian restaurant down the street, you already knew the two dishes that you and Joe would get when you needed comfort food.   It was the same restaurant where Joe took you on your first date.  That small little spot held a spot in both of your hearts, and you knew it was going to help you once again in this time that Joe needed.

After placing your order and going back out to the living room, Joe was flipping through the channels to find the right thing to watch as you plopped down on the couch again, “It’s gonna take about 30 minutes,”

“Perfect,” Joe replied, wrapping you in his arms as you both were snuggling on the couch and watching the reality show that was on the screen.  Joe gave you a kiss on the cheek, “Thank you,”

“For what?” You asked.

“For putting up with me when I get like this,” Joe reasoned as you giggled.

“Being a grumpy kitten.  Of course, I put up with it, because I love you and you’re cute,” You teased as he poked your side.  You knew deep down his grumpy side would never outweigh the happiness and bright light that he had with him.  It was just a good reminder for him that he was human, and that sometimes he had the right to vent and have moments of grumpiness and stress.  As long as you were there to help him and simply be present, Joe would be okay.

He was always going to be okay. Thanks to you

The End

Grumpy vs. Sunshine Prompt Session

[archivequinn]

same pose, two years difference.

[choke-me-joey]

I'm torn between 19 and 23 with Joseph Quinn 😅👀 Is it possible to do them both in one or as two separate ones?

Ask and you shall receive! Sorry this turned out longer than I anticipated but....drunk sex, hello???????

19. Mm, you're so wet. Did I do this to you, baby? Is this all for me?

23. I'm gonna fuck you so good the whole damn neighbourhood will know my name by the time I'm done with you.

Joseph Quinn x reader

Content warning: 18+ content minors DNI, rpf (don't like don't read), established relationship, drunk but consensual sex, slight PDA, unprotected sex (don't be silly wrap ur willy), creampie

Hoe-vember masterlist

You and Joe should have gone home about 10 drinks ago. He had to show up for London Film and Comic Con tomorrow, but he didn't care. That bastard rarely ever had hangovers. You swore you got hangovers for the both of you.

But right now, that wasn't really on your mind. It was one of your mutual friend's birthdays, and a rare occasion that Joe wasn't out of the county, so bar and club hopping in London it was. It was 11.30 on a fucking Thursday and you were admittedly off your tits on too much Prosecco and gin, but your boyfriend was here with you, looking fucking delicious in a simple shirt and jeans, the top buttons of the shirt undone and the chain that you got him for your 1 year anniversary dangling around his neck.

You could just eat him up. And apparently he could do the same to you. He was currently over the other side of the club, chatting to Wesley and a couple of other mates, eyeing you over the rim of his glass, a dirty smile on his face.

You'd noticed a change in his demeanor since you'd gone public. You'd both agreed in the beginning to keep it discreet whenever you were out together, but now you'd officially confirmed your relationship of 3 years to the press, Joe was not shy about showing his affection in public. He'd barely been able to keep his hands off you all night, enjoying the fact that he could enjoy a night out with you and his friends and not have to worry the next morning about leaked photos.

"Look at you, eye-fucking each other across the dance floor." Your friend, the birthday girl, sidled up to you, sipping her drink with a smug look on her face. "And all because of little old me playing Cupid."

"Zara, we literally knew each other in school," you laughed, rolling your eyes. You giggle as Joe flashes you another smirk and does a goofy dance move, rolling his hips.

"Yes, and you fancied each other for years and were both too wimpy to do anything about it! If it hadn't had been for my Halloween party, you never would have been off your face on vodka jelly and never would have had the balls to snog him!" Zara slurs her words, sloshing her drink around. "So y'welcome."

"Thank you Zara." You sigh, shaking your head and smiling. The Hills by The Weeknd starts to play, and Zara shrieks, gleefully clapping. "For fucks sake."

"The exact song you snogged him to!" She is absolutely wasted, gesturing to Wesley that she wants to dance with him. "Oi, Charlie, birthday girl wants a dance!" She darts off, dragging your friend Charlie away from the group of lads. Joe shoots you a shit eating grin, placing his empty glass down on the bar as he approaches you, taking your empty glass from you too.

"Don't even mention it," you glare at him, laughing, as he walks backwards onto the dance floor, dragging you by your hands, his sobriety well and truly gone as he wiggles his hips in time to the music. He pulls you close to him, placing his hands on your ass, much like that very night you first kissed him, actually. You wrap your arms around his neck. "Shut up."

"What was it you said to me? Something about wondering if your lipgloss actually tasted like cherries, or was it just a scam?" Joe teases, and you bury your head in his neck, cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

"Shut uuuuup," you groan, grinning like a drunken fool as you pull away, your bodies grinding together on the dance floor. "You fell for it though!"

"Of course I did, babe, I fancied you for like 10 years!" Joe's also slurring his words. "Plus, the nurse costume was very sexy. Couldn't resist. Didn't taste like cherries though."

"Well, Quinn, wanna tell me if my lipgloss tonight tastes like peach? Or is it another scam?" You flirt, looking up at him through your lashes, grinding your hips against his to the beat. He groans, his head tilting back slightly before he leans down to kiss you. It starts out as soft, but as the chorus kicks in, Joe's tongue slips into your mouth and you moan. He smirks, knowing nobody else can hear you over the thumping bass of the song.

You kiss him, slow and dirty, the alcohol in both of your systems making you feel dizzy and giddy, almost as if you were drunk off of each other. He pulls away, his lips shining with your gloss. He licks his lips. "Definitely not peach. Guess you'll just have to keep getting me to taste all these flavoured lipglosses until we find a good one." He flirts, grinding his crotch against yours and you shiver feeling the slight bulge that was starting to form there. You pull him in for another kiss, nibbling at his full bottom lip. He groans, hand coming down to squeeze your ass.

"I've got something else you can taste." You grin and he laughs, shocked by your boldness. "Wanna go home?"

"I've wanted to go home before we even left," Joe chuckles. That was true; as soon as he'd seen your outfit for the night he'd almost managed to convince you to stay in and not leave your bedroom all night, but you'd been firm, insisting you couldn't miss your friend's birthday as it was such a bloody ballache to arrange in the first place.

You grinned, dragging Zara off of Charlie for 2 seconds to let her know you were leaving. She makes a crude shagging joke before giving you and Joe a hug, promising you she will meet up with you next week for lunch, and wishing Joe good luck for the weekend.

You and Joe stumble out into the night air, London feeling especially sticky on this July evening. It's like you're bloody teenagers again, unable to take your hands off of each other. Joe spots a secluded alleyway and grins. You follow his eyeline.

Oh.

This is a bad idea, but oh.

He doesn't even wait for you to acknowledge it, before dragging you down the dimly lit alley, shoving you against the wall and kissing you once more, hiking your leg up around his waist, his hand clutching your bum cheek. Your arms are once again around his neck, and you use the angle he had you at to grind against him once more.

"Joe," you gasp as his mouth leaves yours and travels down to your neck, licking and sucking at your pulse point. His hand that wasn't holding you up manages to find its way into your jeans, and he strokes your clit through your underwear, making you shiver.

"Mm, you're so wet. Did I do this to you, baby? Is this all for me?" He teases you, his mouth still on your neck. "Does doing this in public really turn you on that much?"

"You turn me on that much," you whisper, mirroring his actions and palming his cock through his jeans. "This all for me?"

"Always been f'you." Joe brushes his nose against yours, removing his hand from your pants and sucking the finger that had been touching you into his mouth.

*

After managing to get back home without throwing him down on the path and riding him, you'd finally gotten Joe right where you wanted him - naked, and on top of you. Although he wasn't inside you yet, the two of you just laid there, holding each other, kissing, running your hands over each other's bodies.

Joe was teasing you though, every so often nudging the head of his cock into your pussy and then pulling back, chuckling when you whined and tried to wrap your legs around him to hold him in place.

"Something you want, baby?"

"Joe, please!" You whimper, trying to keep your voice down. You had neighbours after all. He reaches inbetween you and rubs slow circles on your clit, making your back arch.

"Oh no, baby, don't hide those pretty noises from me. You know I wanna hear you."

"Joe, babe, I can't! Everyone in the building will hear!" You hiss, but a moan escapes you as he suddenly pushes his entire length into you, taking you by surprise. "Oh god, Joe!"

"That's right, beautiful. Say my name." Joe growls, dragging his cock out and placing a pillow under your hips. He slides back in, the new angle making you cry out sharply. "Sod the building, I'm gonna fuck you so good the whole damn neighbourhood will know my name by the time I'm done with you."

You mewl, finger nails digging into his back. He hitches your legs up over his shoulders, holding on to your thighs for leverage.

Every single stroke of his cock hits your g-spot, and with a few swipes of his fingers over your clit, Joe has you cumming around his cock, screaming his name, the alcohol and the pure ecstasy coursing through your veins had you throwing all fucks out of the window, so to speak. Something about drunk sex just made everything feel so much more raw, so primal.

Joe lets you ride out your high, before flipping you over on to your stomach, the pillow still under your hips, arching your back.

"Fuck," he grunts as he slides back into you again, his hands gripping your hip bones as you scramble to get a hold of the sheets beneath you.

"Oh god, oh, Joe!"

"Louder." He hisses, a sharp slap landing on your ass.

"Joe! Joe! Fuck, yes, Joe!" You're practically sobbing with pleasure now, every single nerve ending on fire as he splits you apart on his cock. Before you realise it, you're cumming again. "Joe, oh my god, I'm cumming! Cum inside me, Joe, fuck, give it to me!"

"Shit, yeah, Y/N, gonna make me cum so hard-fuck, fuck, fuck!"

With a particularly loud moan, Joe pushes his cock inside you as deep as he can, his dick twitching as it spurts rope after rope of cum deep inside you. He pants; it must have been a strong one, your name leaving his lips like a prayer. When he's done, he rolls off you, flopping down onto the bed.

"I think we owe the neighbourhood an apology." You giggle, your face flushing with embarrassment at how loud you'd been.

"When you sound like that babe, they owe me a thank you." Joe grins, and you pull him into another sloppy kiss.

[frolickquinn]

New photos of Joseph Quinn from the man about town shoot 📸

[captainx-camino]

I got to Experience Los Angeles Comic Con with my best friends in the entire world over my birthday weekend

We hit the road early in the morning on Thursday the 30th to form the Cross Guild (and Luffy) trip of a lifetime.

We picked up our bestie Fate (Mihawk) first and then headed out to Yeti's house to load up Mama Croc's Minivan.

I wore all the hats before loading them into the car, where we finally started the drive to Cali around 7-8am.

At some point we stopped at Eddie World, where my partner and I bought new friends, bat and platypus plushies we respectively named Jeff and Kiki.

On the 30th as a special gift for my birthday weekend, we stopped at Forest Lawn Cemetery to visit Dwight Frye.

This was an extremely emotional experience for me. I got to tell him how much me and my friends all appreciate his work and how much we all still love him and three little grass spiders crawled out onto the grave to say hello.

I also gave him a rose for everyone I know who wanted to pay their respects, which I truly believe made him happy.

I also cried like a bitch, but that's beside the point. It was incredibly special, the man is one of my heroes.

After that absolute emotional break mb, it still wasn't yet time to check into the hotel, so we swung by Little Tokyo for an early dinner (we each paid for dinner one of the four nights we were there, which was so much fun) I could not have asked for better people to spend my con weekend with.

The hotel was TINY. Like, you had to turn sideways to walk around the bed tiny, but we somehow managed to not kill each other despite sharing a room with no privacy or space (which is just a testament to our friendship tbh)

But, we all managed to make it work and we successfully got our room settled and sorted, picked up our badges Friday around noon (LACC did a fantastic job with their ADA stuff, despite a small hiccup with the stickers.)

We got to be Robin and Raven for the short day, did some shopping (I got some great birthday presents from everyone) and then my Rayray did a shoot in the room, which came out AMAZING.

ON THIS, THE DAY OF MY BIRTHDAY

December 2nd finally arrived! It's my birthday, I got to cosplay as my favorite character, my partner was my other favorite character, and my whole crew cosplayed One Piece with me!

My bestie Fate got to attend Thankmas in the morning, and then we all got back together to get a group photo with Jamie Campbell Bower (and I got a special solo one because it was my birthday)

He was so sweet and nice, and he almost killed me when he called me gorgeous. The picture was me freaking out a little, but it's fine. Lol He made my entire life.

The last day of con, I had also gotten the opportunity to get Jamie's signature - to which I decided to get my fanart of Henry and Eddie/Kas signed by him.

Not only did he specifically choose a pen that complimented the art (because he wanted it to look nice - I love him) but he asked if it was him and Joseph Quinn to which I said yes, it's Henry and Eddie, and he told me it was SEXY. He also wished me a happy birthday and told me I don't look a day over 19, which was wonderful since I'm 33. So, ya know...

Jamie Campbell Bower thinks my art is sexy and that I still look young and fresh. That's my accomplishment in life, I guess. Pretty good accomplishment, if you ask me...

And now Jamie also has a copy of this piece, which I hope he loves.

It truly has been the best birthday I've ever had and I couldn't have asked to spend it with better people.

I already miss my Cross Guild and I can't wait for the next event we attend together.

I never hoped to have friends as wonderful as I do in adult life. I love them so much and they love me just as much back. It's been so amazing having them in my life, I can't even begin to express how grateful I am.

[eddieschains]

Totally self-indulgent request of Joe crushing on his photographer on a shoot or photographer's assistant, lil fluffy, lil bit flirty, lil bit sexy...I don't mind it's up to you!! Poor baby is getting all distracted and reader is smitten with him too!!

No pressure to write this babe 🖤

Kat 😘

anything for you my love @choke-me-eddie 🤍

hopefully i did this justice

TW: 18+, rpf (don’t like it don’t read it), p in v sex, unprotected sex, oral (m receiving), mutual masturbation, quick consent checks, brief mentions of plan b and birth control

Being a photographer always had it’s ups and downs. You loved what you did and the creative initiative you had with it, but it wasn’t the most stable job in the world. Most of the time you had to work part time in cafes, restaurants or supermarkets to help keep up with the bills.

You were mainly shooting weddings, graduation photos, and the occasional concert. You had a decent following on your instagram, but the jobs just weren’t flowing in like you’d expect. Until one day, you got an email from a London acting agency. They said they had seen your work, and were looking for a photographer for a magazine shoot for one of their clients.

To say you were excited would be an understatement, even saying you were over the moon would’ve been. The clients name was Joseph Quinn. You heard his name flying around social media lately, knowing he was up and coming in the acting scene based on his work on the latest season of Stranger Things.

You packed your equipment and a few days worth of clothes. The shoot was only for a couple hours, but you lived a few hours away from London so you decided to make a small trip out of it and maybe go visit some old friends who had moved down there.

You check into your hotel, and pull out your laptop, going over all the details for tomorrow in your email. The excitement was definitely there, but the closer tomorrow got, the more anxious you became. You thought it might just be best for you to make some tea, pop on some netflix, and try to go to sleep.

The morning greeted you with a soft whisper of light through the window as you get ready, trying to look as professional as possible without looking like you’re trying too hard. You hop on the train, camera bag in hand, leg shaking involuntarily. You know that if this goes well it could be really big for you, and that’s the main source of your anxiety.

You watched Stranger Things, but didn’t know a ton about Joseph. Just that he was the hot new piece of meat in hollywood right now. You didn’t google him, not wanting to have any pre-conceived notions. You were just hoping and praying that he wasn’t going to be an asshat diva of a person to work with.

Walking into the set, you were immediately greeted by who you understood to be his assistant or his manager, your brain was a bit foggy at the moment and wasn’t really paying attention to the fine details.

“Hello! Welcome! You must be y/n?” The older woman smiles, reaching her arms out for a hug.

“Hi, yeah that’s me. Thank you so much for reaching out to me for this project, im beyond thrilled.” You send a soft smile her way.

“Of course! The team loved your work, we’re so glad to have you here. Let me show you where we’ll be shooting and you can get set up!” She leads you down the corridor into a large room, already set up with lights and props and a rack of clothes. She leaves you to get set up while she runs off to check on Joe.

His team provided you with a lot, so your set up didn’t take too long. About 20 minutes later you hear some chattering voices walking on to the set. Feeling a hand taking place in the middle of your back, you turn around.

“Hi, nice to meet you, i’m Joe.” Oh.My.Fucking.God. Was this man crafted by God himself? He looked different from his character on Stranger Things. Older. Bigger. Stronger. You could feel the heat rushing in your cheeks, and knew it was visible to anyone with a pair of eyeballs.

“Hi, im y/n. I’ll be shooting you today.” Stay professional.

“Yeah, i actually looked at some of your work. Very talented. Shall we get started?” He claps his hands together, rubbing them in a circular motion.

The shoot was going so well. You weren’t quite sure what you were expecting, but it was definitely better than what you had in mind. He was so fun, so charismatic, and open to any ideas you had.

It was nearing the end of the shoot, you had gotten a lot of great pictures but wanted one last pose from him. You were trying to get him to cross his foot over the other, with his knee bent out but it just was not working for him.

“Here, let me-“ You walked over to him, physically moving his legs around, and molding them to your liking. You felt a rush of heat move down his legs at your touch, but tried to push it to the back of your head.

You took your place back behind your camera, and noticed there was a bulge peeking through his trousers. A bigger bulge than what had already been there. He had a fucking boner.

“All right, i think we got some great pics. Why don’t we call it there?” You decide to end it, not wanting him to feel embarrassed. Plus, in your experience, editing boners out of pictures could be a bit of a bitch.

He scatters off to his dressing room quickly, as you start to pack up all of your equipment. The woman that greeted you earlier comes up behind you to say a few words before also packing up and leaving.

“Thank you so much for doing this, i think we got some really great shots. I’ve got a meeting i have to attend so i’m going to head out, but you can leave whenever you want to. Tony at the front desk will lock up behind you.“ She turns to walk away, “Oh! Also, Joe wanted to see you. His room is the second to the right.” She smiles before jogging out the door.

You walk up to his room, wondering what on earth he would want to see you for, thinking about everything that you could’ve possibly done wrong. You knock before opening the door slightly, “Hey Joe, Melissa told me you want to see me?”

“Yeah yeah, come in love.” You feel a throbbing in your pants at his words. “I just wanted to say thank you, and i had a lot of fun today. Uhm and,” He grabs your face and kisses you passionately. You haven’t been kissed like this in months. The throbbing grows more intense, before he quickly pulls away. “God, im so sorry. I don’t usually do this i swear. I just,” You take the initiative in grabbing his face, pulling him in for another passionate kiss.

Your lips are dancing with each other, and you can feel the hardening tent in his pants pushing against your thigh. You walk him over to the chair he was sitting in, lips never leaving each other’s, before he’s pushed back into it. You climb on top, straddling him before pulling your mouth off of his.

“Is this okay?” You ask before going any further.

“Baby, you can do anything you want to me right now. Just please touch me.” You slide off his lap, and place your knees on the floor. Your hand makes its way up from his ankle, until it reaches the bulge you were staring at all session.

He lets out a soft whimper as your hand ghosts over his crotch. You press your palm firmly into his lap, grabbing and rubbing his already hard dick through his pants.

You look up at him, asking for permission to continue, as he nods. You unbutton his jeans and slowly pull them down his legs, taking his boxers with them. His cock springs out the top, and you swear you’ve never seen a more beautiful sight. It’s big, bigger than you thought it would be, and thick. If someone asked you what the perfect cock looked like, you would point them in this man’s direction.

You don’t waste any time teasing him, sinking your mouth down fully, taking his entire length into your mouth until it hits the back of your throat.

“Holy fuck- yeah suck my cock baby. Just like that.” He moans, as his hands take place in your hair. You’re bobbing your head up and down, keeping just the right pace. He pulls your hair harder every time he hits the back of your throat, and you can feel your panties getting soaked through.

“Can i- can i fuck you baby? I’m gonna cum soon and i’d love it to be in your cunt.” You don’t respond. Instead, you stand up from your place on the floor, sliding your underwear off underneath your dress, keeping eye contact with him the entire time.

He’s sitting back, hand rubbing up and down his own member while he watched you. You lift the bottom of your dress, giving him access to your dripping pussy, and do the same. Rubbing your own fingers up and down in between your folds. You’re both staring at each other, watch the other get themselves off, as the room turns into nothing but a mixture of moaning and wet sounds filling the space.

Once you’ve worked yourself up enough, you climb back on top of him, slowly guiding his cock inside of you. It takes a second to adjust to his size, but once you do start moving, it’s as if you died and went to heaven.

Throwing your head back in pleasure, Joe attaches his lips to your neck. He immediately finds your sweet spot, and starts sucking.

“Oh my fucking god, Joe. You feel so fucking good.” You’re moving your hips in circles as he grabs two fistfuls of your ass, rubbing your cheeks as you continue to ride him. “My god im gonna cum already, can i come for you Joe?”

He lifts his head from his spot on your neck, “Yeah, come for me baby. Wanna feel your juices on my fat cock.” That was enough for you to explode. Your nails dig into the back of his shoulders, as your walls are clenching around him.

“Shit shit shit.” He groans into your ear, as you feel his hot load shooting up inside of you.

You rest your head on his shoulder, as your breathing starts to calm down. He places his arms around you, holding you in place as you try to come down.

Once you’re able to breathe normally again, you lift yourself off of him, putting your underwear back on as he does the same.

“I’m sorry i came inside you. i can give you money for plan b if you need it.” He says, as he buttons his pants back up.

“Don’t worry, im on birth control. Should be fine.” You smile back at him.

He stands up, gathering his things before walking you out the door.

“Hey do you wanna go get a drink?” He asks, jingling his car keys in front of you.

You smile, “Sure, i’d love that.”

[empress-of-snark]

thinking about it and realizing that most of my most prominent OTP’s from the past few years weren’t originally intended to be couples but came about as a result of actor chemistry/improvisation

like, going back to my 2016-2019(ish) Zoo era—Mitch and Jamie only got a romantic storyline after the writers noticed the actors’ chemistry at initial table reads, and they ended up outshining the actual intended main romance between Jackson and Chloe

in Frasier, the only reason Niles and Daphne were written to be love interests is because the actors played off each other so well in a pre-series photo shoot (or so I remember reading somewhere, not 100% sure about this one)

Abby was initially supposed to end up with Stephen on Primeval, but because she had better chemistry with Andrew Lee Potts, the writers decided to pair her up with Connor instead

and obviously Eddie and Chrissy aren’t technically a canon couple (depends on what you consider canon, really), but their first scene together was much more flirtatious than initially intended due to Joseph Quinn and Grace Van Dien’s improvisations, and they ended up being a pretty popular ship as a result

there’s no real point to this, I just found it interesting that I have a sort of pattern when it comes to my favorite TV couples, I guess lol

[peppermintbuttlemon]

LOLLLLLL the Vogue article mentioned Doja after one day they made it “public”…this is so ridiculous and arranged 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

-someone please correct me but aren't these articles and photo shoots done weeks/ months in advance and then released at an agreed upon time?

Correct. Everything is nicely bundled up this week for Joseph NotIndustryPlant Quinn

[almostdeadgurl]

These are just some of my favorite pics from Joseph Quinn’s Gris Dior photo shoot 🫠