#joseph quinn photo shoot

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JOSEPH QUINN. by Bartek Szmigulski.

Wonderland Magazine, 2022.

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

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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.”

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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."

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Unseen photos of Joseph Quinn in "The Rakish Gent" shoot photographed by Nicholas Andrews in 2019

[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 :)

[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

[choke-me-joey]

Can I get #27 JQ?

Yes yes yesssssss thank you for this dom Joe is my faaaave 😫😫😫

27. I'm going to fucking ruin you.

Joseph Quinn x reader

Content warning: 18+ content minors DNI, rpf (don't like don't read), I have no idea how fashion shows work, unprotected rough piv sex, Joe has slight dom vibes in this???, daddy kink, squirting, creampie, the usual tbh

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Amongst the crowds at the Dior show of Paris fashion week was not the place you'd ever have expected to have your fiancé lean in, seemingly with just a sweet, innocent kiss to your cheek, and growl into your ear "Just you wait until we're alone, I'm going to fucking ruin you."

Your cheeks immediately flush and you pray that nobody notices. You keep up your smile for the cameras. This was your first public appearance as a couple, ever, despite having been together for just over a year now, and he decides to do that?!

Fucker.

You squeeze his hand to let him know you heard him, and shoot him a small smirk. His manager directs you through the insane crowds, your heart fluttering as Joe was trying to help her get safely though the crowd as she was pregnant. God he was such a fucking sweetheart. How can someone be so sweet and so utterly filthy at the same time?! It just wasn't fair.

Once you were safely inside, Joe had a couple of interviews so you just kind of floated around awkwardly until they were over. Then there were countless press photographs, and to your suprise Joe was keen to have you by his side in every single one.

"Mr Quinn, over here! Mr Quinn, who is your lovely lady friend?" The reporters were shouting, and the flashes firing off repeatedly were starting to give you a little headache.

"This is my girlfriend, Y/N," Joe shot a grin at the cameras and immediately the shouting grew louder, the reporters yelling left, right and centre.

"Y/N! Y/N! Over here!"

"Who are you wearing, Y/N?"

"Congratulations on your relationship, Y/N!"

You stuttered over your replies, not used to being in the spotlight like this. Joe stepped aside, grinning, letting the photographers snap away at you.

"Miss Y/N, look here please, that's it!"

"Beautiful!"

"Y/N, you look stunning!"

"Isn't she breathtaking?" Joe grins as he joins you again for some more couples photos, sliding an arm around your waist and squeezing your side. You turn your head and kiss him, and the place practically explodes.

After a whirlwind of a day, you let out a sigh of relief when you and Joe are back in your peaceful, albeit ridiculously fancy, hotel room. You sit on the chaise lounge and reach down to undo your heels, which have pretty much made your feet go numb now.

"Don't you dare." Joe growls from across the room. "Leave the heels on."

"Joe, babe, my feet are killing me-"

"Leave. The. Shoes. On." He moves towards you, jacket, shoes and shirt abandoned leaving him in just the crisp black trousers and black socks. The dominance in his voice causes you to shiver and clench. "Come here." You do as you're told, standing up and walking over to him. He pulls you into a kiss, a real kiss this time not the sweet pecks you'd been exchanging all day. A kiss that lets you taste him, all mint and smoke. You can't help the groan that escapes you as you feel his cock already tenting, and you reach between you to squeeze, making him hiss. "Fuck, do you know how much I wanted to sack this whole thing off today and just come back here and do nothing but fuck you?"

"I gathered from your little comment earlier that you were a bit horny," you giggled, continuing to slowly palm him through his pants as he trailed kisses down your neck.

"A bit? Babe, you have me permanently horny but this dress..." He holds you at arms length to look over you. "Shit, I've wanted to be balls deep in you since you put it on this morning. You look fucking insane."

"You have such a way with words, Joseph." You shoot him a coy smile. He smirks back at you.

"Dunno about words, but can I have my way with you? I meant what I said earlier, I'm not gonna be nice, love. Wanna have you screaming."

"Please" you whimper, squeaking in surprise as he whips you around, practically whipping the zip of your dress down and pushing it off you. He curses at the sight of you in your heels and underwear. Once your dress is out of the way, he leads you over to the massive table in the middle of the lounge area, pecking a soft kiss to your shoulder blade before roughly pushing you down chest first onto the table. You hiss at the cold wood against your skin but stay there, your ass in the air and surely a damp spot on your panties.

"Fuck, look at you." Joe sighs from behind you, and you hear his belt undo and the trousers fall to the floor. He shoves his boxers down just below his bum and comes closer behind you. You feel him peel off your underwear and he chuckles at the string of slick that clings on to the delicate lace. He rids you of those, flinging them somewhere in the room. He brings his hand to your face. "Spit."

You do so, and you feel another wave of arousal flood through you as you look over your shoulder to witness Joe lubing up his cock with your spit. It was so dirty and you loved it.

Joe makes eye contact with you, raising an eyebrow in silent communication to you. You nod, and he grabs your head and pushes your face down into the table at the same time as he pushes his cock into you. You scream into the table, the stretch and fullness of him almost too much.

"Fuck, Joe!"

"That's not what you call me when my cock's in you, is it baby?" He grunts, pulling all the way out and slamming back into you again, the rough drag of his perfect cock through your walls and over your gspot had your eyes filling with tears, it was so good.

"Daddy." You gasp, clutching the table as Joe starts a rough and beautiful pace, satisfied with your answer. "Fuck, daddy, s'fucking good."

"Yeah, babe? Shit, you feel so fucking good, so tight and wet for me, been thinking about this all fucking day, the way you looked in that dress was driving me mental." Joe grunts, his thighs slapping against the backs of yours. He sneaks a hand down to circle your clit, making your pussy involuntarily clench around him. "Oh fuck, babe-" he groans, a warning tone to his voice. "-gonna make me cum if you do that."

"Fuck, Daddy, please!" You sob, the coil within you winding tighter and tighter the harder Joe fucked you. "Harder, wanna cum, wanna cum so bad, please, please, please-"

Joe smirked as you babbled underneath him, revelling in the feel of your pussy sucking him in and clamping around him. He lightly slaps your clit, knocking the wind out of you as you cum, suddenly and violently with your legs almost giving way beneath you. The sound that leaves your mouth is heavenly, Joe commits it to his brain forever, before flipping you over, placing your back on the table and your legs over his shoulders as he continues to fuck you, chasing his own release.

Your eyes roll back; the feeling of him so deep and so deliciously rough paired with his fingers rubbing over your clit quickly was enough to send you over the edge once more, a small stream of liquid gushing from you, coating his lower stomach and pelvis. Joe swears loudly, cumming on the spot, his own orgasm taking him by surprise. You whimper at the feeling of him releasing spurts of cum into you; it was your favourite feeling in the entire world.

"Shit...shit...fuck, you-" Joe struggles to catch his breath and form a sentence. "You squirted. You fucking squirted."

"I'm sorry," you groan, cheeks flushing as you bury your face in your hands. "I didn't think I could, I've never done it before-"

"Really?!" Joe grins down at you, unable to hide how proud he was of himself for making you do it for the first time. "Oh, baby, we're going to have so much fun..."

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Joseph Quinn by Pip.

[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.”

[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 🫠

[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.

[warmaidensrevenge]

Worried Joseph has him second guessing

Joseph Quinn x plus size reader

If you want to read my other work you can find it HERE

I guess I am a whore for drama. Bracing myself for the sadness.

Warnings: Heartbreak, sexual implications, drink, smoking, language, and straight sadness. Not proof read and no word count.

Summary: Joe tries to see how he feels about your relationship. He hurts because you're hurting.

Part 4

😢💔🖤🫠

You sat at the table in Joe's loft with Leo in your lap. The yellow envelope sitting in front of you. You were waiting for Joe to come home. There was only 1 week left until you guys went to London. He was supposed to come back right away after the Con but he had a few photo shoots and a handful of impromptu interviews. But today he was coming home. Though you missed him the conversation you had played out in your head a million times was finally about to happen.

Joe was angry that he had to stay in Australia longer than he intended. He just wanted a few days alone with you and Leo before he was off to work again. His career was becoming a burden to him now. He was already thinking about retiring. Though he loved acting he really wanted to start a family. He could do both but how was he gonna convince you to do that when he's never home. He wanted to be a father ever since stranger things. But he never had a person in mind to be the mother until you. But there was so much still to learn about each other. He knew you were the one but marriage and children were a ways down the road.

He was so happy to finally get off of the elevator and out onto his floor. He could hear Leo's little bark behind the door and you trying to calm him down. His heart was full when he heard your voice. He was actually nervous to see you. He smiled happily unlocking the door and stepping in.

"Ello love. I'm home "

He set his suitcase down by the door and came to the table giving you a long passionate kiss. When he felt that you weren't into it like he was he pulled away with his lips still puckered. He eyed you for a second trying to figure out what was wrong.

"Quinn please sit down. We need to talk."

No. Don't be upset. I tried to get here as soon as I could.

He nodded and sat across from you. He watched as you put down Leo and saw him run off to play. You passed him the envelope and he took it grazing your hand in the process. You didn't pull away so that was a good thing he thought. When he opened it up he saw your name and his on the first stack. His brows furrowed and eyes were narrowed as he read the agreement.

What the fuck is this shit?!

He glanced up quickly to check on you. But you just sat there biting your fingernails. He continued to read as he shook his head. Towards the last few pages he was done reading that bullshit.

"Are you fucking joking?! This is ridiculous. I would never ask you to sign one of these let alone order you to take birth control should our relationship continue."

You felt a weight lifted off your chest.

Thank God.

" This is fucking stupid! That's it he's fired! That son of a bitch is done!" He stood up and pulled out his phone and started to call his lawyer.

You sank in the chair as tears rolled down your cheeks. When he looked at you he hung up his phone. He went to you pulling you in for a hug.

" My love I'm so sorry. I didn't know he was sending it. I only knew of the one for Bridgerton I swear."

You wiped your tears of relief away. "I believe you Quinn."

He lifted your chin to look at you. Still so beautiful even after you cried.

" I'm truly sorry. I would never ask to do that when I can use protection. I'm perfectly fine with us using condoms. And I'm going to burn that." He said pointing at the NDA.

Your fingers grasped the collar of his jacket and pulled him to you. You had stood on your toes to meet his lips half way. Your forehead fell to his chest after.

"I know you're mad but don't fire him. He was just looking out for your best interests. You shouldn't hate people who are trying to look out for you. Baby please just give it to him. It's all signed and ready to go ."

" That's not the point y/n. He went behind my back drawing this up. If he wanted this he should have spoken to me about it. Then I can make the decision to ask you or not."

" I understand. Do what you think is best. But please don't fire him. He probably needs you as his client. He probably has a family that depends on him." You looked up to him and he looked down.

"I'm sorry this happened. I'm going to make sure nothing this stupid happens again. Fine I won't let him go. But I am going to give him a hell of a time."

You nodded and hugged him, breathing his scent.

" Are you tired?"

"No love why?"

" Give Leo a bone and meet me in the room."

He grinned watching you walk away. He went to the cupboard and pulled out the biggest bone he could find. In hopes that it will keep Leo busy for a while. He washed his hands and took off his shoes by the door. He went to the room and heard music. You were sitting in the middle of the bed under the blankets. He saw all your clothes on the chair in the corner of the room. He smiled softly as he took off his clothes. You pulled the blanket back so he could get under. Once he was comfortable on top of you, he kissed you until you started rocking your hips with his. He reached over to where he kept the condoms. But you stopped him. He pulled away from the kiss to see why. You lifted your arm pointing at your inner bicep. He saw a small pink scar. He touched it and felt a little rod shape bump.

" Is that an implant?"

"Yes." You answered softly.

" Why did you do that?" He asked pulling his hand away from your arm to cup your face.

" Because I want to feel you. All of you. But I also want us to be safe about it. I also got morning after pills too. "

" You didn't have to do that y/n. Just because the contract says you should.-"

You put a finger on his lips shushing him" I got it before I received the NDAs. It was just before you left. But we couldn't do it then because I had a waiting period."

" Erm sweetheart. This will be my first time with anyone without using one."

" Oh gosh..I'm so sorry. We don't have to. I shouldn't-"

He kissed you to quiet your rambling. After what he thought was the best sex of his life, he laid there stroking your back. He thought his first time with you was the best he ever had but this time took the title so easily. It wasn't just because you let him fill you up with his cum. But what happened after is what made it the best.

You were playing with his beard snuggling next to his side talking about how you were slightly traditional when it came to having children and getting married. You didn't say it but he knew you wanted to have his babies.You had suggested that you guys should move to London to be closer to his family. He worried about you being so far from yours but you reassured him that you hardly saw them. They weren’t very social after retirement and the were living their best life in Florida.

As he laid there watching you sleep he vowed he wouldn't have sex with you again. Not until you were his bride. He had constantly thought about it but tonight confirmed it. The way you weren't angry with him for sending that garbage. How you finally cried in front of him. The way you begged him not to fire his lawyer. Even after an emotional moment you still thought about Leo. With obvious ulterior motives but none the less. You always thought of everyone else before you worried about yourself. You waited for him and somehow he knew you would always be waiting for him. So it was settled. He had his work cut out for him. He first had to get you to agree on going public. Then wait after shooting to give you the perfect proposal with of course asking your father's permission for your hand prior to the engagement. All these ideas flooded his mind into the early morning hours. As his eyes closed he held you so close to him that you were practically attached to each other. He never wanted to let you go. He repeated 'I love you' over and over until he finally started to dream.

...

The first week in London was amazing. He was home and he had his woman by his side. After many introductions and extremely long work days, he was happy to go to his hotel and see you in the bed. His want for you was incredulous. And you made it damn near impossible to say no to. Though he had a perfectly good explanation to not have sex. He still had to remind himself to keep his hands to himself.

It wasn't until the second week that you came that you really tried him. He had a couple of days off in a row and he worried about being alone with you. So he took you out to explore London. Taking you to LAMDA to get you a T-shirt like he promised. Surprisingly you guys weren't hassled by too many fans. For the most part it was one of the best days of his life. The first night was extremely hard for him though. You came out of the bathroom wearing your new shirt. It wasn't long enough to completely cover your bottom so he was able to see red lace panties. You crawled into bed seductively. Placing kisses on his chest. He faked a yawn

" Mmm tired baby?"

He nodded.

You sighed and laid down. Pulling his arm to hug you. He spooned you trying his best to keep his lower half away from your ass. But you had different plans. Scooting yourself back until your bum was pressed firmly against him. He had to mentally talk his erection down. You started to roll your hips making it impossible to stop him from growing. He started to snore just to get you to stop. He heard you huff and after a few minutes you were asleep. He slowly got out of bed so he wouldn't wake you and went to the bathroom to relieve himself. Imagining your slick walls clenching down on him while he kissed you.

The next day though he almost gave in. He was sitting on the edge of the bed playing video games while you were sitting behind with your legs and arms wrapped around him. He could feel the heat between your legs pressed against his lower back. One of your hands was under his shirt fiddling around. Touching every inch you could. You would lightly touch his ribs tickling him every once in a while. He would slightly move to the side when you did that. He could feel your smile on his shoulder before placing a kiss there. He was biting his lip to keep from laughing every time you went for his armpits. You had moved your fingers down to his happy trail slowly moving it up and down. You tease around the elastic of his sweatpants before going back up to trace his belly button. He tried to focus on the game but you kept on distracting him. Your hand finally went underneath his boxers. But before you could go any further he grabbed your hand and gave you a look of disapproval. You sighed and moved your hand away.

He thought he won. He cheered at his victory in his head. But when he felt your arms and legs leave him his success was cut short. You had gotten up to stand next to him. He looked in the corner of his eye to see you tying up your hair. He glanced at you quickly before looking back at the game. You had walked in front of him and dropped down to your knees. This causing him to lean back a bit. Your hands went to the hem of his sweatpants and pulled them down along with his boxers in one go to his knees. His hard-on was at half mast when you grasped the base and started to pump him.

He was at a loss for words. He laid down the controller and held the back of your neck. Soon you took him into your mouth stopping at the hilt. Your muffled moan sent him into a frenzy. He tilted his head back from the pleasure that you were giving him. You bobbed and sucked and licked with such vigor until his release ran down your throat. His vision was blurred and his thoughts were a mess. When he came down from the high he looked down at you, you had an expression of gratification across your beautiful face. You wiped your mouth and he leaned in shaking his head and kissed you.

" God that was unbelievable."

You shyly grinned. He got to his feet pulling up his sweatpants. He helped you up and turned you to the bed pushing you down. He was about to return the favor. He thought what harm would it do. It's not like you guys were actually having intercourse. He pulled off your bottoms and lifted your knees up spreading your thighs apart. Your sopping cunt in full view. He licked his lips before dipping down into your aching sex. His beard slightly scraped your inner thigh. He licked with such tenacity, that your hips bucked. He pumped his fingers into you with such force your moans were so loud he thought the whole building could hear you and he absolutely loved it. His jaw started to hurt and his fingers started to cramp after your fourth orgasm. But he fucked you through the pain in hopes to satisfy your insatiable appetite. It wasn’t until you cried out his name when he finally stopped. 7 complete orgasms had your legs shaking and your chest heaving. Your body twitched as he removed his mouth and fingers. His beard and mouth glistened with your love.

" You did so good for me my love. Oh so fucking good." He praised wrapping you in his arms.

" Why did you wait so long for us to do that?" You whimpered

" I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you."

And he did. The rest of your time there you woke up to him between your legs. At night he would finger fuck you until you begged for him to stop. He went down on you so much that his lips were raw and swollen with a permanent shade of bright red stay even after you went home. His fingers seemed to stay wrinkly all that week. But he didn't care. Making you feel good was his priority in which you noticed and made his release just as important. If his mouth wasn't on you, yours was most definitely on him. Before you took your leave, he made sure that you were gonna ache for him until you came back. His tongue was on you until the final moments before the loud speaker rang out the finale boarding call. You guys found a storage closet as soon as you got to the airport. The final kiss goodbye was bittersweet. He watched you waddle away from soreness and couldn't help but chuckle. With pep in his step he congratulated himself for his strength in will power to not make endless love to you. He meant what he promised. You were to be his wife before he took you.

...

It was the last month of shooting and he hadn't gotten a call from you on this particular day. The day that he would remember forever.

He was on set getting ready for his last scene. It was the part where he and Claudia eloped. He had to shave his beard for it. He knew you loved it so he felt bad that you had to see him without it tomorrow. During the second take he saw Tim pacing talking on the phone in the way back. He couldn't hear what he was saying but he was visibly upset.

Joe had this knot in his stomach. He could feel that something was terribly wrong. After the final take Tim approached him.

" Joe... something happened... Mr Campbell and Colin have been trying to reach you all morning."

" What's going on? What's happened?" He felt a sudden wave of sadness crash over his entire body.

It's you isn't it? You're not coming.

" Joe...I don't know what exactly went on... something serious happened and Mr Campbell needs you to call him immediately."

What is it?!

He excused himself to his trailer calling Jamie.

" JOSEPH OH MY GOD. Y/N IS IN THE HOSPITAL."

His heart sank to the floor. Everything Jamie said was just white noise to him. He couldn't think clearly. All he could do was drop his phone and sit down. He tried to get it together but he was having a difficult time. Having no clue why you were there he ran out of the trailer. He stumbled and fell to the ground. Tim came up to help him.

" Tim get me home now!"

...

Joe went to the nurses station asking for you. The nice lady said that you were in the ICU but he wasn't allowed to go in since it was family only. She instructed him to wait upstairs in the lobby so your parents could talk to him. He was too exhausted to argue so he went. So many heads turned as he passed. But he was too distraught to acknowledge them. He opened the door and the smell of cheap coffee filled the small wait room, making him nauseous. He quickly scanned the room and the only people he recognized were Brenda and Colin. He paused for a moment and studied their faces. It was apparent that they hadn't slept a wink in the past 24 hours and neither did he. It took him a total of 17 hours to get there, with still no information about your conditioning.

Colin had seen him first. He got up and went to hug Joe. He felt Colin's body tremble as he held him.

" She's so fucking stupid." Colin sobbed into Joe's shoulder. " I begged her to tell you...but she's so damn stubborn. I swear to you, when she wakes up I'm killing her myself."

" Colin stop it! There is no need for that." Brenda scolded him, making Joe bring his attention to her.

He pulled away from Colin and looked over at her. That's when he saw it. A large brownish red stain on the front of her shirt. There was what looked like dried blood all over the sleeves of her blazer and all over her legs. Her right hand was bandaged up. Her normally well kept manicure had broken fingernails and blood underneath. His knees instantly gave. He felt 2 pairs of hands catch him and he felt a chair slide under him. He hung his head and tried to calm his panic attack. When it was finally bearable he looked around and saw Jamie and Colin on either side of him with Brenda sitting only inches away in front of him.

" What?" Joe said breathlessly.

He heard Jamie first.

" She was attacked at work "

He looked over to his best friend and then turned to Brenda.

" I had just gotten there when I saw a lady walking behind y/n. She must have been leading her to one of the conference rooms. I saw the lady take out rock and hit y/n in the back of the head and I froze. I didn't know what to do. Then when I saw the lady drop the rock and went down to kneel next to y/n. She was on the ground in a daze holding the back of her head. She attacked her again. This time with a knife. She stabbed her over and over again. That's when I felt my feet move. I ran over to pull that girl off. I didn't know I was screaming until that bitch turned around and cut my hand. She went back to cut y/n throat but I pulled her off before she could cut any deeper. That's when our bosses came running. The guys were holding that monster down while I held y/n until the ambulance came."

Joe shook his head furiously. " No that's not possible. Why would anyone want to hurt her?"

He felt Colin's hand holding his. He looked at his fingers wrapped around his palm. Joe knew deep down who would want to hurt you but he needed to hear it.

" Joseph"

Hearing his name made him look at his mate.

" She was having issues with some of your fans a few months before the house warming party. Her place was broken into. All the pictures of you two and all her clothing were destroyed. Everything you two had was either stolen or smashed. She told me about it at the party. That's what she had me promise not to tell you. So I helped as much as I could. You know John?"

That's why you had a whole new wardrobe.

He nodded.

" Well he's with her when none of us couldn't be. He was with her that morning. She has sent him to get donuts and coffee for him and Brenda. He didn't want to but she insisted. As soon as he left that girl pounced. When he got back Brenda was trying to get her to stop bleeding."

" But I didn't have enough hands."

Joe looked to Brenda then back to Jamie.

" He slowed it though. He's the reason she was still breathing when the paramedics got there."

He knew it. He knew something was wrong. He wasn't oblivious to the hate comments you and he got after the first article. But after the next few he knew something was up with you. But he never thought you would get physically injured and he was infuriated with Jamie. He understood why Colin wouldn't tell him about the major problems you had, but not Jamie. However, he needed to put his rage aside for now.

He thought it might have been a weird question to anyone else, but Joe had to ask not only for himself but for you.

" Where's Leo?"

Colin cleared his throat. " He's with John"

Joe nodded and heard your mom crying. He got up and went to her. He hugged her so tight finally letting the tears he had been holding back since London rained down his face.

" I'm so sorry, it's all my fault." He sobbed

Your mom cupped his cheeks. " No. The only person to blame here is that...that girl."

" I-i should have been with her."

" Joseph no. Don't do this. There was nothing anyone could have done. You know my daughter. She always sees the best in people. Even when they feel off to her...the cops showed us the security footage. She didn't even have a chance to fight back"

He had to try to find out what your condition was. He opened his mouth but your dad stopped him.

" She was stabbed 25 times. Most in her stomach She has a collapsed lung from multiple punctures. She has a pretty deep cut on her throat. The cut was just centimeters from her carotid artery. She also has a skull fracture and she's in a coma from blood loss. "

He felt his knees weak again. But he couldn't fall. Not now. He had to be strong for them. For you.

" Can I see her?"

"I'm sorry son not until she's out of the ICU." Your father said putting his hand on Joe's shoulder.

He couldn't speak to anyone. He didn't want to. He just wanted to be with you. 4 days passed when you were finally moved to a private room. He paid for a nice hotel room for your parents. He, Jamie and Colin stayed with you.

Joe had pulled up a cot right next to you with no intentions of actually sleeping. He held your hand all day and night, only taking a break to use the restroom and eat a little. One night a week later he begged you to wake up. He pleaded for you to come back to him. He buried his face into the rough stiff blankets the hospital provided. He was so angry that they were given to you. He sent Tim to get your favorite throw and pillow. He didn't know how else to feel. He was already miserable. But all he wanted to do was protect you. Even if it was from those who were trying to help you. He forbade the nurses from giving you sponge baths. He was gonna take care of you no matter what. After 2 weeks Jamie finally convinced him to go home and shower. Explain how bird baths and dude wipes would only get him so far. But he only agreed to it if Colin, Jamie and John stood guard.

Tim dropped him off and Joe instructed him to go back and make sure everyone stayed there with you. Once in the bathroom he looked at his reflection. He had dark bags under his eyes and his hair was so oily that you could use it to fry chicken. He looked down and smiled seeing his beard coming in fast. He hoped it would so that the first thing you would touch when you woke up would be it. He got in the shower and let the cold water beat down on his head. He turned to get his body wash. He held out his arm to grab it but stopped when he saw your shampoo. That's when it happened. He finally broke down. He cried punching the shower wall.

" Why the fuck didn't you tell me!? I could have done something." He said to himself.

When he was finished he sat on the bed and saw a picture of you and him kissing in front of big Ben. He grabbed it and laid down holding the frame to his chest crying himself to sleep. He woke up with his phone buzzing like crazy. When he looked at the time he freaked. He slept for 5 hours. He meant to go back right after his shower. He cursed at himself while putting on his jeans. His phone went off again and he answered.

" JOE WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN! SHES AWAKE!. Y/N IS AWAKE. GET HERE NOW!"

Jamie had been trying to call him for the past 2 hours. He was pissed because Joe was supposed to be the first face you saw when you woke. But no it was his mug.

Joe rushed to his car and started it. He was hitting the steering wheel with his palm. How could he have fallen asleep. Now you were gonna think he didn't care about you. Maybe he had been irrational lately but this, he knew he fucked up. He wasn't there.

He burst into the room making everyone jump. But he didn't care he went straight to you. He bent over you putting his forehead on yours holding your hand between his and your chest.

" Hi babe." Your voice was so soft and low it made him cry.

"Hi my love."

...

It took a few more weeks before he could bring you home but the day he did was one of the best days he had since the cursed call. He helped you into bed and lifted Leo so he could lay with you.

" Hey babes. I'm so sorry I was gone forever." You were snuggling with him .

Joe laid down on his side watching you. He wanted to be happy and a part of him was. But it was overruled by his depression. Every time he saw the scar on your neck his heart broke. He was devastated.

"Quinn I'm so sorry that I didn't tell you what was going on."

He fought the lump in his throat that never seemed to go away.

" I never meant for this to happen."

" Sweetheart you have nothing to be sorry for. I'm the one who should have protected you."

" No. No. This isn't on you okay."

You moved closer to him and placed your warm hand on the side of his face. He closed his eyes giving you a half hearted grin. That's all he had been giving you since you woke up.

"Please look at me Quinn."

He opened his eyes and saw tears filling yours.

" Thank you for being here. I don't know what to say other than I'm sorry and please don't be mad at me."

" I'm not angry with you. I'm just out of sorts about all this."

" It's gonna be ok. We are going to move past this. And if you need me, I will always be here."

" No love if you need me I will always be here. Just call and I will come running."

...

" Hey mate."

" Joe how are things."

"Well it's tough. But at least y/ns night terrors have stopped."

" That's good." Jamie tone was less than happy. " So I cancelled the caterers and the florist."

" Good thank you."

" Joe are you sure you want to do this? It's not going to be pretty."

" I have to mate. She's not safe with me." His voice trembled

" We can keep her safe."

" No! It's what's best for her."

" A'right. If you need me just call."

" okay. Bye."

Joe hung up his phone and took a deep breath before coming out of the bathroom. It had been 3 months since the incident. The trial ended yesterday and the woman was convicted of attempted murder. Joe had finally seen the security footage of that day and he made the hardest decision of his life after. He had taken you back to your place with Colin and had Tim pack your things.

You were sitting on the couch working on your laptop when he came and squatted in front of you.

" Sweetheart we need to talk."

" Umm ok." You said sitting back.

He grabbed your hands and placed a kiss on each one.

" Love I think you should stay here from now on."

" Okay....but why?"

Silence fell for a moment.

He cleared his throat and met your eyes. " Because it's safer for you here."

" Safer for us you mean?"

His failure to respond made it clear for you.

He's breaking up with me.

He didn't need to say anything. You knew.

" Why?! No! ...you know what...no. Fuck that!" You stood up and moved away from him.

"Please love don't be angry with me." He stood up and tried to bridge the gap between you two but you kept moving further away.

" Don't tell me how to feel. Of course I'm gonna be angry with you. You're breaking up with me....and for what? Because you can't watch over me 24/7. Because you can't protect me. I never asked for that. I don't need your protection. I need and want you. Just you....but it seems like you don't want or need me."

He didn't know what to say. He hadn't anticipated that you would be this mad. He thought maybe you would cry and beg him to stay he prayed for it. At least if you cried then he would know you still cared for him and that you didn't hate his guts. But you didn't even shed a tear.

" What happened to trying this? What happened to you wanting me to be a part of your life? The whole search for someone to settle down with. I thought it was the goal. Was that not what we were working for?"

" It's still my plan....just not with you."

Don't cry. Don't you dare fucking cry y/n!

"Awesome. It's refreshing to know that we no longer have to waste anymore time with each other. It's nice to know we weren't doing what I thought we were. So now that's out there, there's nothing left to say." You went to the door and opened it.

He wanted to say something but what could he say. He just kept making things worse. And now he wasn't just an asshole, he was a liar too. He walked to the door and looked at you. You didn't bother to glance his way.

" I love you y/n. I always will."

Still not looking at him you responded. " Thanks but it's cool. Just be happy ok."

He walked out and you closed the door softly. He was expecting you to slam it but you didn't. Even after everything you still were such a kind person and he knew deep down he didn't deserve you. No one did. He turned around and played with the idea to go back in and say he was sorry and he was a fool. But then he heard your quiet sobs behind the door. You didn't hate him after all. He heard you say something that made him not want to hurt you anymore than he already had.

" I love you too. Please please find someone who makes you as happy as you've made me."

...

Colin was done. He was so done with not seeing you as much and hearing that stupid song on repeat. You sang along to Almost Lover over and over again for days. You guys crossed paths only because you lived together, but you really hadn't talked to him since you told him about the break up. Which was in poor taste on Josephs part. That one line completely broke his best friend. 'just not with you' how could he say that. You almost died for him. Colin could respect his reasoning for the break up. But he didn't have to be so damn cruel. He loved you or at least he said he did.

You had planned on asking him to marry you in London. Colin loved the idea of you asking him. And you were so certain that Joe would say yes. But things never seemed to work out for you two. Colin was upset that Joe broke your heart. So one night when you had woken up calling out for Quinn. Your night terrors were back and he couldn't do anything to help you. You wouldn't let him. So Colin devised a plan. But he needed help so he stole your phone one day and got Jamie's number. After a lengthy conversation, plan 'Suck a Fart Joseph' turned into 'Let's get these two idiots back together'. The plan was to get you drunk and admit your true feelings for Joe. But Colin was going to call Joe and have him hear you. And for Jamie he knew once Joe heard your slurs he would hang up. But it was Jamie's job to make sure that he didn't.

...

Since you were still on leave from work, your days and nights were filled with guilty pleasure reality TV and smoking weed. You needed an escape, anything to make you feel something other than sorrow and regret. So when Colin offered up a bottle of liquor you embraced it with the hopes to be a happy drunk. The first shot burned and the second one was no better. But by the 3rd one your face became hot and you were starting to feel good. You had started to dance in the kitchen to music only you heard. After you were tired and just wanted to sit down. Tossing yourself on the couch with Colin joining you.

" So how are we feeling friend?"

" Mmm much better poop. So much better."

" That's good...so you want to talk about him now?"

" Yes I always want to talk about Quinn." You said leaning your head to the back of the couch looking up."

" So you gonna tell me why you don't hate him?"

" Pff. How can anyone hate someone so beautiful?"

" Ok so then why do you still want to be with him?"

" BECAUSE HE'S BEAUTIFUL!"

" So you only like him for his looks?"

" What?! Poop you know I'm not like that."

" Then what is it?"

You sighed. "Because he's a beautiful person. He has such a good heart and he's smart and funny. He's the nicest person I have ever met. And his eyes are crazy big and pretty. His smile is out of this world. Have you seen it. Like come on! So fucking gorgeous. And his hands. Bro his hands. Fuck let me tell you how much I love that man's hands. All big and slightly rough. His fingers are long and thick like his-"

" Alright bitch that's enough. Don't get me wrong I would love to hear all about Joseph Quinn's dick but tell me how you feel about him now."

You smiled thinking about Quinn " Well I love that man." You hiccuped. " You see I still have hope that he will see how stupid he's being. That he sees that our story isn't finished yet. How could it be? We were supposed to live happily ever after."

" Friend. How do you know that?"

"Well poop it's because he told me a while ago" You held out your finger so you could burp. " Sorry. Excuse me...okay so he told me a little bit ago that he couldn't believe he was with me. That my smile makes his heart melt. That he sees all the love and beauty in the world in me...if he didn't love me then why would he say that?"

" Guys just say shit like that to get into your pants."

"But see Quinn isn't like that. He's too good of a person to do that to anyone. And I love him so much. I wish he could see that and come back. But....I guess we weren't the lucky ones." Your voice broke after that.

"Well what do you want if nothing works out the way you hope?"

" I really hope he will be happy, that he accomplishes his goals and all his dreams come true. I hope he gets every role he wants, and I hope that he gets rest because he works a lot. I want him to marry a woman who is madly in love with him as he is with her. That his children are happy, healthy, kind and outrageously smart. I hope that when he looks back on his life he regrets nothing. And not one part of me wishes for him to fail...that's how I know I really loved him. He was it for me. He was the favorite part of my day. The light in the darkness. His smile could light up any room. His presence made my life just that much brighter you know. Every time I saw his name pop up on my phone I would always do a happy dance. But now there's no movement left in me. I know... I know it's kinda dramatic, but I can't help it. He means the world to me. I know sooner or later I'm gonna have to get over him. But no matter how far he is or how long I have to wait. I will. Because he's worth it."

" So do you think you guys could be just friends?"

" Mmm. No that's way too hard on my heart. And I'm sure for him too. But you know what? it's all or nothing. That's all it could ever be for me. It's like this thing I saw on tiktok. " you ask, if we can still be friends. I'll explain how a honey bee does not dream of kissing the mouth of a flower and then settle for its leaves.' we could never do that."

" What if you find someone who's willing to give you the attention that you wanted from him?"

You let out a small laugh. " I don't care what anyone else does. The whole universe could be staring right at me and make promises to never leave me. But it would be frivolous because the only attention I want is from Quinn. He's my person. My home."

You giggled. "I'm lacking the penis good sir."

"awww bitch...fuck him marry me instead."

" So! We'll get a strap on. And you can rock my world. Besides you already have a ring."

" Eww! You are such a disgust and you know that ring was meant for Quinn."

" I still think it's so cute that you were gonna propose to him."

" Yeah I can be cute as fuck sometimes too."

"But damn bitch. Did you have to spend that much?" Colin knew asking that was too much but he had to try everything he could.

" Yes. He deserves something as pretty as him. 2 months of salary wasn't enough."

"Piss me off. I swear you should be my wife. But we can totally have an open relationship. As long as you cook for me."

" Shut up poop. I would never betray my Qunnie like that."

" Quinne? Eww. Nope don't like that."

You threw your head back and laughed. After a minute you settled down and had a sweet smile on your lips.

" You know what I'm gonna miss? The way all his wrinkles come out when he sees me. The way his smile makes all of them show. I'm gonna miss his patchy beard and the smell of his body wash. I'm gonna miss the way his lips felt on my temple. I'm gonna miss the lazy days we had. The times he cooked for me. The late night snack runs. The drives we took with never really having a destination. The way he would say sweet nothing's in my ear when he thought I was asleep....I'm just gonna miss him." Tears prickled in your eyes.

"awww friend ... I'm sorry he was such an idiot."

" He's not an idiot. He just wants what's best for me. Even though what's best for me is him."

" I'm sorry y/n."

" It's fine. Everything should be fine. Now stop trying to make me cry. Because seriously I will fuck you up."

" Try me bitch! If you want to go outside, we will go right the fuck outside!"

"Hmm maybe after I pee." You got up and started walking towards the restroom. " God I'm gonna miss his dick. That guy was such a beast in the bedroom. A damn God that one is. Wait til I tell you about this thing he does with his elbow."

"Oh shit he knows the thing with the elbow?"

"Oh my goodness does he know."

" Hurry up and pee. Don't even wash your hands. Come right out. Or leave the door open and tell me."

" Colin you are such a fucking dirt.....I love it. But I am washing my hands. Kay love ya byyyyyeeee" You said closing the bathroom door.

" Colin was that necessary?" Jamie sounded annoyed.

" Well yes. Yes it was."

Jamie rolled his eyes. " Is there anything else Joe should know.

"Uhh yeah. Drunk words are sober thoughts Joseph. If none of that worked. Remember she almost died for being with you. And she still wants to work on it. If it were anyone else they would be running away from you not towards.

"A'right Colin. Thank you." Jamie said before hanging up his phone.

Jamie removed the chair that was leaning against the door handle. He had barricaded Joe in the bathroom.

" Sorry Joe we had to. You needed to hear that. You needed to know how much she loves you."

Joe came out of the bathroom and took one look and Jamie and punched him square in the jaw. Jamie fell to the ground and held his face.

" Right I deserved that." Jamie said rubbing his chin.

" You're fucking right you deserved it! But do you know why?"

" Because I locked you in the lou."

Joe clenches his fist again.

"Because I agreed to let Colin get y/n drunk."

Joe cocked back his fist ready to hit him again.

"A'right Joe, because I didn't tell you about the break in. But to be fair, I did promise her."

Joe unclenched his fist and held out his hand to help him up. " Don't keep anything from me about her ever again."

Jamie agreed and took his hand. They had a brief conversation before Jamie left.

" So what is the elbow thing? You don't use the sleeper hold on her do you? You know that you can kill her right?"

Joe laughed. " No mate, I don't choke her. Well I do but not with my elbow. Mostly with my hand and sometimes with my cock. But, it's really whatever she feels like."

"OH! She's saucy. I love it. Perfect for you then."

" She really is the best woman in this world."

" So Joseph about that elbow thing..."

...

You were sitting on the couch eating when your bestie came over.

" Bitch I'm home." Colin said. He finally came to visit you in London.

" Poop. Thank god. I need help. I can't reach the stupid remote that fell under the couch."

" Oh damn I got you."

Colin kneeled down and grabbed it. " What the hell are you feeding my niece and nephew?"

You gave him a guilty look. " What? That's what they are craving."

" No. Doritos, mustard and pickles. What the actual fuck? You need to be eating healthy friend."

" Hey it's really good. Here try it."

Colin held up his hand and sat down. " Nope I'm good. What's up Leo?"

Colin patted him on the head. " So when's your husband coming home?"

" He should be here by the end of the week."

" Well tell Joseph I said hurry the fuck up bro. "

You laughed. He literally left this morning."

" I don't give a fuck. He needs to be here to help you with the twins."

" Hush poop. This is his last gig for the next few months."

" Well it better be. You're almost ready to pop."

" He will be. Stop being a shit." You got up and adjusted yourself a bit.

" What's up?"

" Oh nothing. They are just excited to hear your voice." You said holding your belly.

" Oh shit. They love me." Colin said while putting his hand on your tummy.

That's when Leo put his face against your stomach too. He whimpered when he felt the kicks. You and Colin laughed.

" Yup Leo they're happy that you're here too."

Your phone had rang and it was Joe calling on FaceTime.

"Ello sweetheart. I've landed. Is Colin there?"

" Hey cutie." Colin got into the frame.

" Hey mate. You taking care of my woman?"

" uhh duh bitch."

Joe laughed. " I'll be home soon."

" Ok babe. Be quick about it. I miss you already."

Joe smiled. " I miss you and our babies too. Leo protect my family you hear me?"

Leo barked in agreement.

" I love you sweetheart."

" Love you too Quinn. Now hurry up and get home."

" I'm leaving right now." He winked.

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