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♥ ♥ Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader
Summary: What good are flatmates even, if they don't comfort you when you need it most? Or when you need it a normal amount? Or, you know, when you don't really need it, but just really want it?
CW / disclaimer: rpf, fem!reader, hurt/comfort i guess? idk we're sad a lot and joe cheers us up a lot
Author’s note: this sort of came about after taking small little bits from several requests that i combined and then shaped into what i wanted for myself, and for a minute, i thought 'what if i don't make this one extremely self-indulgent for once' but then... why the fuck wouldn't i? so...
Wordcount: 2.7K
part one - part two - part three - part four - part five
One of those days.
You weren’t going to wait until you got home to ask Joe what pizza toppings he wanted. Not today. So you texted,
“peperoni or chicken?”
And it took just a few seconds for Joe to open Whatsapp and to reply.
“those my only two options?”
You didn’t have the mental capacity to even think of any other pizza toppings, let alone get into some banter over text with your flatmate.
“joe”
There were a million ways for Joe to have read that, to have interpreted that. Yet, he got the tone of it just right.
“don’t worry, i’ll take care of it”
No playing. Just quick solutions to problems of which Joe didn’t even really know what they were yet. Then another text from him followed, asking you the question you’d just sent him.
“peperoni or chicken?”
“chicken”
You remembered exactly when this pizza tradition started. Could pinpoint the exact date, time, and place.
“no i was wrong.”
“peperoni”
The first time you and Joe shared a pizza as new flatmates, was when you’d gotten home one morning, still very obviously in the outfit you’d left in the night before. Joe had been cooking up some breakfast in the kitchen and had his jokes ready, already grinning to himself when he hadn’t even seen you yet.
“Well, well, well,” he called over his shoulder as you took a moment by the front door to just... breathe. You would’ve tried gathering yourself, but there wasn’t much to gather.
“I know you said the plan was to go out and celebrate Friday, but you didn’t mention anything about Saturday morning,” you could hear the joy in Joe’s voice, all chipper and lively. He’d very clearly had a great night’s sleep, unlike you.
Joe heard footsteps, and when they stopped in the doorway, he turned his head to look. Spatula still in hand, eggs just about ready in the pan in front of him.
“Look at what the cat’s drag–...” the comment died on his tongue. “Jesus, are you all right?”
Joe had expected a tired, sloppy girl to have walked in. One with messy hair, eye make-up all smudged and sort of drunk a little, still.
He’d been right.
That was exactly what he was looking at, which should objectively be funny. Hence the smile that still lingered on his face as his brow slowly furrowed in confusion.
“You look like the inside of a shoe,”
Joe tried his hand at humour, but it fell completely flat.
What he hadn’t anticipated, was for his flatmate to look quite so sad in reaction to his comments. So very drained of life. You’d obviously been crying and looked like you hadn’t slept in weeks.
For a moment you just stood in that doorway, looked a little dazed because, um, why were you going into your shared living space again?
You needed your bed.
Without answering Joe, and without even really acknowledging him at all, you took a shuddering breath and slowly turned back around, only to ignore Joe’s question and disappear into the hallway.
“Hey, hey, hey,” Joe quickly turned the hob off and rounded the island to go after you. He was too late though, stepping into the hallway just as your bedroom door closed behind you. The immediate guilt that followed his poking-fun carried him over to stand in front of it, just enough self-restraint left to not just open your door and walk in right after you.
You didn’t seem like you needed to be pissed off any more than you already were.
From just outside of your bedroom door, you heard a very faint knock, followed by Joe’s voice, asking if you were all right once more.
“Did– did something happen? What’s going on?”
All you managed to do was sigh, just loud enough for Joe to catch it.
“What happened?”
But you didn’t want to get into it.
“Do you– hey,” Joe called your name, waited for a second, in case you wanted to answer him, but then when you didn’t, he followed it up with, “Do you want some breakfast?”
And honestly, breakfast sounded nice. But so did burying yourself into your duvet for a few days, where no one would try to look you in the eye, and where no one would try to make you talk. Were you going to listen to your rumbling stomach that wanted some food, or to the rest of your body that just wanted to be horizontal?
“Some scrambled eggs? Piece of toast?”
You milled it over in your mind.
“Or, I could make you something else? You want some yoghurt? With some berries in?”
Joe tried. Was actively trying. But it didn’t seem to work, just didn’t seem to do the trick. It stayed silent on your side of the door.
“Some pizza?”
And it was meant as a careful joke. A hopeful small little thing to at least lift the mood, if nothing else. If you were even still listening to him at all, that was.
He was about to tell you that he’d be in the kitchen if you needed anything, that you could just let him know. No worries if not. But then he heard rustling. Stumbling footsteps, followed by your bedroom door slowly opening.
“Hey,” Joe cocked his head to the side at the sight of you, his eyes all soft, forehead crinkled with worry. “I’m sorry.”
You looked right past him.
“What... what kind of pizza?”
You focused on the important things instead. Didn’t really care to acknowledge Joe’s apology.
“Well,” Joe tried to hide his smile as he looked down at his feet before stepping aside and holding an arm out, inviting you to walk ahead of him, making your way back into the living area. “I think there’s a few to choose from in the freezer.”
You’d shared a pizza that morning, you sat at one of the stools of the kitchen island, and Joe stood on the side. He hadn’t asked you any questions then, but instead had just tried his hand at light conversation until suddenly, halfway through a slice, you’d started sobbing.
And it wasn’t like you and Joe had never hugged before.
But you’d never been hugged by him like that before.
Where Joe instantly dropped his food and stepped closer to fold arms around you. Where Joe got an arm around your head to press your face into his chest whilst the other curled down around your shoulders that pressed your chest into his stomach. Where he decided he wasn’t going to be the one to pull back first, and so you’d just embraced like that for over half an hour.
He hadn’t asked you any questions.
Not when you cried.
Not when you’d stuttered through breaths as you tried to recollect yourself after.
Not when you eventually pulled back and reached for another bite of now-cold pizza.
Not when you then silently frowned at the hardened cheese and softly sighed to yourself.
Not when you did eventually retreat back into your room but came out just a minute later and asked if Joe had any plans that day.
Even if he did have plans, Joe knew that he’d cancel them all for you.
“Want to rot on the sofa with me? Watch films all day?”
And you hadn’t meant to fall asleep all sagged into his side then, but you had. And Joe had played with the ends of your hair until the warmth and comfort had pulled him into a nap as well.
You’d never talked about what had happened then, why you had been so sad, because you didn’t need to. It was nice that Joe hadn’t asked for you to explain why you’d cried, and instead had just comforted you until you managed to smile for him again.
Joe thought that maybe, if you wanted to tell him, one day you would. But he didn’t need to know why his flatmate was sad when she was. He was happy just being there to help and fix it.
And now, here you were. Two flatmates who shared a tradition of having pizza and watching a film when you’d had a bad day.
And today had just been... long. Hard. Frustrating. You didn’t want to get into all the things that had nearly pushed you over the edge, and you were glad that you didn’t need to.
Joe didn’t ask questions. Never did.
Just went to get you the peperoni pizza you’d asked for.
Would cuddle you on the sofa all night if that was what you wanted.
It was what he wanted, anyway.
He was well aware that none of that was normal though.
You were flatmates.
If Joe referred to you in conversation with a friend, with a family member, or even with a stranger, you were his flatmate. The girl that he shared the living area of his flat with. The pantry, the fridge and the freezer. The coat closet by the door. A letterbox downstairs by the entrance.
Flatmates.
But if someone were to ask you if you and your flatmate were friends too, you’d tell them yes of course. You shared dinner more often than not. If you had friends ‘round, Joe would hang out too. And vice versa.
Normal.
Just normal friendly flatmates that also knew each other’s parents by their first names, but you know, those things sort of just came with sharing a living space together, right?
And no one ever really thought there was more to you and Joe, anyway.
Why would they even assume?
You dated other people. Went on regular dates with different men. Other guys. Would even sometimes sit and watch a film with someone, and Joe would join you for a little while. Have casual conversation with whoever you’d invited over.
Normal.
What wasn’t so normal was that the second it would just be you and Joe, you wouldn’t hesitate to touch if you wanted to touch. Wouldn’t hesitate to find him, wherever he’d be, and sling your arms around his stomach from behind, just to hold him for a minute. Would wait to get comfortable on the sofa until Joe would join you there and you’d wait for his arm to find its way around you before you’d settle in.
You never talked about it.
It was just what it was like. You were close. The affection was just a natural thing between the two of you. It didn’t need any words. Any explaining.
But Joe knew you both understood that this could be interpreted very differently through other people’s eyes.
It’s why you kept referring to each other as flatmates, and why you weren’t like that in front of other people.
Which was fine.
You lived together.
There was plenty of time without other people there.
When you walked into your flat that evening, the promise of a shared peperoni pizza combined with the contrasting warmth that immediately made you feel uncomfortably hot in your coat, was nearly enough to bring you to tears.
“Joe?”
“Hey, bad news,”
Oh no.
Joe appeared at the other end of the hallway.
“They didn’t have any Sprite left, so I got you a Fanta.”
You let your shoulders drop and let your head fall to the side in relief. That was hardly bad news. You didn’t love Fanta, but the bad news revealed Joe had gone out to get a pizza instead of throwing a frozen one into the oven.
“Fanta’s fine.” You smiled. Joe easily copied it.
“Good, okay. Now,” Joe continued, suddenly his face all serious again as you took your coat off and toed your shoes off. “I know that last time, I got to pick a film, so technically it is your turn... but, I’ve already chosen something to watch, and I did go out to get us the largest peperoni pizza London has to offer, so...”
You stilled and gave an exaggerated sigh, all mock frustration, because you honestly didn’t give a shit. If anything, it was nice that Joe had made the choice for you, seeing as you didn’t really have the mental capacity for any decisions right now. If it had been left up to you, you’d hav been scrolling through Netflix for at least half an hour until settling just to watch some celebrity panel shows on Channel 4.
“No sprite and I don’t get to choose the film?”
“I’m sorry,” Joe was trying stupidly hard to hide a smile.
You blinked at him a second.
“You’re not sorry.”
“No I’m not. You made me go out and it’s fucking freezing outside today.”
You made your way over to your bedroom to get changed, and just before disappearing, you said, “Cool way of letting me know you’ve not left the flat all day.”
Like Joe’s hair hadn’t told you as much already.
You wished your job would let you work from home too. Although, with Joe spending weird stretches of time just sitting around and reading, you didn’t think you’d get much work done. Would probably be a bit weird if you logged onto a zoom meeting from your spot on the sofa, half of Joe in frame.
“I did leave the flat! I just said!” Joe argued, leaving you to get into a more comfortable outfit.
You grinned to yourself.
Joe was an idiot.
In an oversized sweatshirt and a pair of joggers, you joined Joe in the living room where you found a large pizza box on the coffee table, two cans of Sprite next to it.
Sprite.
“Surprise.”
Joe had lied.
Then you looked at the TV screen, paused at the title of the film Joe’d chosen and, fuck all the way off, did he want you to cry?
“I know it’s not your genre...”
It was. It absolutely was. It wasn’t Joe’s genre, though. “But I promise you’ll like it.”
You didn’t know if you wanted to hook an elbow to his jaw or squeeze your nails into his cheeks, but you needed to do something to get this surge of emotion out.
You opted for swearing at him instead of physical violence.
“I fucking hate you so much right now,”
“Yea?” Joe sat down, pressing play on the remote and reaching for the throw blanket. “Come hate me over here.”
And so you did.
Sat down next to Joe, thigh to thigh, and let him sort the blanket so it covered the both of you before leaning over to grab the pizza box.
The heat coming from the pizza quickly found your legs through the blanket and through your joggers. It was a stark comparison to how cold your fingers still felt from your trek home.
You rubbed them together as Joe opened the pizza box and, shit, that looked good.
“You cold?”
“Just my fingers,” you replied, already putting both hands to use, ripping the pieces of crust that hadn’t been cut properly and lifting a slice out of the box.
Joe did the same, and then when he saw one of your hands lower down, he was quick to grab it, encasing your cold fingers into his large palm.
The act of being upset with him for being nice faltered, and you smiled at Joe as he smugly grinned whilst he chewed.
See, had someone else been there with you, you’d have gotten comments. If not jokes, at least you knew you would’ve gotten some judging looks. Some questions later, about what was going on between the two of you?
Nothing was going on between the two of you.
Just warm cuddles and comforting touches, which was fine when it was just you and Joe.
So what if Joe held your hand whilst you ate pizza and watched a romantic comedy together?
So what if a piece of peperoni was about to slide and fall to your chest, but Joe saw and got it just in time, and you thought he was going to pop it into his own mouth, but then instead he held it up in front of you and waited till you ate it from his fingers?
So what if, after finishing the pizza, Joe planted his feet on the coffee table and pulled you into his side a little? Grabbed your arm to lay over his stomach? Ended up with both arms slung around, his own fingers locking on your back to keep you in place whilst you watched actors older than the both of you act as if they were in their early twenties still?
Life was just more comfortable when it was filled with good snuggles, you and Joe both agreed.
But you never talked about it.
You were just close.
No questions asked.
Flatmates. Friends. Just, close.
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bad idea, right? | joseph quinn x fem!reader
summary: yes, i know that he's my ex, but can't two people reconnect? // aka your ex joseph conveniently texts you to come over just as you're missing him, and who can say no to those eyes?
pairing: joseph quinn x fem!reader
tags: SMUT (minors dni), thigh riding, teasing, confessions of love, bareback (USE A CONDOM IRL PLEASE!!!), no ejaculation (it's ok, you'll see, just read it)
author’s note: i am BACK with a new joe fic, i have been thinking about him NONSTOP ever since miss olivia dropped this song, and it's taken me forever to write this but here we are :) enjoy! follow @babybluebex-writes to be notified whenever i post new fics!
This was such a bad idea. No, it wasn’t a bad idea. It was the worst idea, one of the worst things you have maybe ever done. That bar wasn’t set too high, but the point remained. It was stupid and bad, and you just shouldn’t be doing it. And yet, here you are.
You had been out drinking with your friends, ironically trying to get over Joseph. He was a good man— good enough, at least— and had been a relatively good boyfriend to you, but he was different than everyone else and was itching for more than you were, a family and a life and shit, and you had just wanted to have fun with him, so you had broken it off with him. The breakup had initially happened a few months ago, but your friends had never been able to drag you out of your flat and to a bar until then. There was nothing to mourn, you tried to tell them. We just wanted different things and split amicably, there’s no bad blood there that I need to drink to get over.
Around 11 o’clock or so, your phone buzzed on the bar top, and you glanced down to see a text from a number that your phone didn’t recognize, but you knew all too well. I’m lonely, it said. Would you like to come over?
Your friends were absorbed in their conversation, so you put down your vodka soda and typed out a reply. Joe, you know that’s a bad idea.
I moved. Do you need my new address?
You sighed. Yeah, I do.
There was something about Joseph that you couldn’t place, but it made him irresistible. He was magnetic, he was charismatic, he was attractive and funny and kind, he was everything, but he just wasn’t what you wanted or needed for your relationship. He wanted kids; you didn’t. That was it. He was so irresistible, though, that there was no question about the fact that you would wreck your plans to see him.
“Hey, I gotta go,” you told your friends, and they all booed and awed and asked what was going on.
“Wait,” one of your friends started. “Are you going to see Joe?”
You scoffed, in a way that you hoped conveyed how crazy you thought that was. “No,” you said. “My social battery just ran out all of the sudden. Long day at work, and I’ve got another long one tomorrow and… You know how it is.”
“Alright,” your friend said with a pout. “Be safe, alright? Let us know when you get home.”
You agreed and, with a few hugs and kisses, you went on your way. Joseph had texted you his new address and you plugged it into your Uber app, and, the whole ride there, your leg was jiggling and you were nervous. It was just Joe, it wasn’t like you were going to meet some random guy you met online (although Joe had started out as some random Hinge match). You had dated him for two years, you knew him, so why were you nervous?
He was grinning at you when you reached his place on the second floor, an easy sort of smile that you remembered loving. “Hi,” he said softly, reaching out for you, and you took his hands, smiling back at him.
“Hey,” you said. “So, this is your new place, right?”
“Yeah,” Joseph said with a shrug. “It’s not much, but it’s alright.”
You stepped inside and set down your bag next to the door, along with your jacket and shoes, and you examined the front room. The new flat was definitely smaller than the one you had shared together, the kitchen all smushed up next to the den, with the smallest hallway leading down to the bathroom and bedroom, and you settled on the couch easily. “I like it,” you said, your eyes going to his bookcase next to his television. A biography of Caracalla sat open, and you shook your head. “It’s cute. Very you.”
“Thank you, love,” Joseph said. He sat down beside you and put his arm along the back of the couch behind you, and you inched a little closer to him.
“Isn’t it a little… Silly?” you started, and you began to chew on your lip.
“What is?” Joseph asked.
“This dumb little dance we have to do,” you said. “Like we both don’t know why I’m here. We have to pretend, like, ‘Oh, I like your apartment’, ‘Oh, how have you been’, y’know?”
“Well, we don’t have to pretend,” Joseph said. “We can just… Get started.”
“Yeah,” you mumbled. “But I don’t wanna, like, just come over and fuck and leave.”
“So…” Joseph started. “You want genuine small talk?”
You shrugged. “I guess,” you said. “How have you been?”
“Honestly,” Joseph started. “Pretty bad. I’m so used to coming home and having you here, I find myself so lonely and bored and… I don’t know. It’s been a few months, I thought I’d get over… Whatever this is.”
“That’s alright,” you said. “I’ve been missing you a lot too. I miss our old apartment… The bathtub was so nice and big.”
“Yeah,” Joseph chuckled. “You remember when we took a bubble bath together and lit candles? That was nice.”
“Yeah,” you agreed wistfully. It went quiet then, both of you trying to avoid the obvious, and you finally sighed. “This is a bad idea, right?”
“Probably,” Joseph said. You looked over at him to find him already looking at you with those damned chocolate puppy eyes, and you tilted your head a bit, your eyes lingering on his lips. That’s something that you missed about him; he was a damn good kisser.
“Fuck it, it’s fine,” you said quickly, and you leaned in, pressing your lips to his. His arm around your shoulders dragged you close to him, and he kissed you back, letting his lips mold against yours. You moaned softly, taking in the familiar taste of him, and you shuffled to sit across his lap. His hands went to their usual spots in the back pockets of your jeans, squeezing and kneading your ass as his tongue slipped inside your mouth, and you raked your fingers through his hair. You don’t remember him doing his hair across his forehead like this the last time you saw him, but maybe he did, but it really didn’t matter. He was hot as fuck, and he wanted you.
“Fuck,” Joseph whispered as he broke the kiss. His focus went to your smooth neck, kissing and lightly sucking and making you moan again, and his hands drifted out of your back pockets and went to the front of your pants, popping the button open with ease. “Pretty girl…” he mumbled, and you giggled as he started to edge your pants down. The angle was awkward, definitely, and you shuffled to stand up and take down your pants. Joseph dipped down on the couch a little to pull off his sweatpants (grey, soft, the kind you once told him make his dick look good), and he discarded them to the side as you straddled one of his big thighs. This was always one of his favorite things, having you ride his thigh, and he looked gleeful when he realized that that’s what you were doing. “Oh, yeah?” he asked, and you smiled, flexing your hips down and starting to drag yourself along his hard thigh.
“I remember you liked this,” you told him, and Joseph’s throat bobbed as he swallowed thickly, letting his head fall back as you started up a rhythm, letting yourself glide along his leg. He mumbled and cursed, his big hands falling to your hips, but he didn’t control you; he was just holding you, feeling you, loving on you.
“I do,” he mumbled. “God… Yes, sweet girl, just like that.”
You whimpered as your clit brushed your stretched panties, and Joseph looked up, a sly smile on his lips. You loved when he watched you, and you made sure to move your body smoothly— all the better of a show for him. “Yeah,” he mumbled, biting his plush bottom lip. “That feel good?”
You hummed out a positive sound, digging your fingernails into his shoulders through his jumper. “God, Joey,” you sighed, and you lilted your head to watch him as his eyelashes fluttered and he sighed with you. "Missed you."
"I missed this too," Joseph said. "Take off your panties, I wanna feel you."
You couldn't help but oblige him, and you lifted yourself from his leg and stripped off your modest underwear (you weren't exactly thinking ahead when you got dressed to go out, and you certainly weren't expecting Joe to text you). The feel of his warm skin on your pussy made your stomach swim with butterflies, and you put your hands on the back of his neck, just at where the curls ended. God, those curls. You pulled him into a kiss and moaned into his mouth, and you tugged on his curls to make him whine.
"Don't tease me, baby," he told you in a low voice, and you smiled and continued on your path, absolutely set on teasing him now. Your hips slowed, and you nestled your mouth right in the crook of his neck, setting soft kisses on his skin. "Oh, fuck, you're an evil woman, did you know that?"
"Yeah, well," you shrugged noncommittally, and Joe grabbed you around your waist and pulled you off of him. Roughly— rougher than usual?— he pushed you down onto the couch, and he settled himself on top of you, his thick thighs caging you in. You watched greedily as he righted himself and stripped off his jumper, exposing the little soft hairs on his chest; now, without the baggy jumper, you could fully see his hardening cock, rising to lay against his tummy.
"Like what you see?" Joe chuckled lightly, and you realized just how hard you had been staring at him.
"How could I not?" you asked. You reached out for his cock, taking his length in your hand, and you stroked him easily, base to tip, squeezing when you got closer to his balls— just the way he liked. He hissed in a sharp breath through his teeth as his eyes grew three times their size, and you smiled.
"Thought you'd've forgotten about that," Joe laughed breathlessly, and he edged back on the couch, aligning his hips with yours. Apparently, it seemed as if speed was the name of the game tonight, and it almost hurt your heart to think that he just wanted to hook up with you. You knew that coming to his place wouldn't end with a reconfession of love and for him begging for you to stay, but it stung to know that he was just trying to get you out as quickly as possible.
"I could never forget," you said, hoping that he could see through your words and see your teary eyes, hear your thick throat, feel your loss. You loved him, and the breakup hurt, but it was better being apart. But was it really?
"I wouldn't want you to," Joe told you, and he pursed his lips for a moment before he spit down onto your pussy. "You think I can ever forget you?"
You lined up the head of his cock with your hole, watching as he throbbed in your hand, and he sank his hips forward. The feel of the stretch had you gasping, and you moaned as he slid inside you, nestling perfectly. "Hey," Joe said firmly, and you looked up from the show to see him earnestly staring down at you, his eyes... Wet? Tearful? "You don't think I could ever forget you, do you?" he asked, and you bit the inside of your cheek.
"Not now, Joe," you mumbled.
"Yes, now," Joe insisted.
"You're inside me," you protested, and Joe gathered you in his arms, holding you tightly as he began to fuck you. The pleasure made your breath hitch, and Joe buried his face in your neck, kissing the slender column of your throat.
"We can talk and fuck at the same time," Joe said. "God knows we've done worse and fucked at the same time."
"But talk about this?" you asked. "Joey—"
"I can't sleep without you," he said softly. "Every time I wake up alone, my first thought is that you're using the toilet and that you'll be right back. I can hardly relax without your feet in your side... You really did take up the whole of the bed."
"Joe—" you started again, but he shook his head, his curls thwipping you in the face.
"And I can't eat," he continued. "I miss your cooking, and what's the point of eating anyway if you're not gonna steal bits of it off my plate?"
"Don't say that," you frowned. You were still acutely aware of his cock inside you, ebbing and flowing with the movement of your bodies, but, slowly, you came to realize exactly what this was. Maybe this was a reconfession of love. Maybe he would beg for you to stay. Maybe he was more than lonely tonight, and was just rushing the sex to get to the part where he asked you to come back to him. "That's not... Fair. I'm doing better without you."
"What a lie," Joe chuckled mirthlessly. "You're not wearing your favorite going-out dress, you're not even wearing mascara. You didn't want to leave the house tonight, but you did. Why?"
"My friends dragged me out," you said.
"Exactly," Joe said. "You'd rather stay home and rot in bed, because you're just as miserable without me as I am without you. Admit it, we were so good together, don't you want that again?"
"Joe," you started. "We broke up because you wanted kids, and I didn't. That's not something you can compromise on, that's not a conversation you can table for later. We broke up because we wanted different things, and that's okay."
"But I want you back," Joe said. "I need you back. Please, we can compromise on this. We can... Fuck, I don't know, we can get a cat. Or a puppy, or a lizard, or whatever the fuck it takes for you to come back to me."
Before you could say more, your phone buzzed in your purse on the floor just by your head, and you sighed as you reached for it, any distraction welcome. Your friend was texting you: Make it home ok?
Yeah, you answered quickly. Going to sleep. Talk tomorrow xx.
"Joe," you started. "I... I only see you as a friend now. I don't think I can return to what we had."
"That's the biggest lie you've ever said," Joe told you. "If I was just a friend, would you have come over tonight?"
"Yes!" you said. "Because I'm a good friend! You said you were lonely, and I wanted to come help—"
"Oh, God, there was an undertone, and you know that," Joe cringed. "Don't act like you didn't know exactly what this was."
"Fuck," you mumbled. "Joe, I— Can we wait until we're done fucking?"
Joe sighed and, setting his jaw, angled his hips back and pulled out. He went in search of his clothes quietly, and you did the same, and, as you were zipping up your trousers, you said, "I guess I just don't... Don't see how we can have what we had. Not now, not knowing that we want our futures to be so different."
"We don't have to have what we had," Joe said. "We can have something completely new. We can make something entirely different, entirely our own, whatever we want. Please?"
You looked up from your jeans to see him looking at you. He had shaved his facial hair down to nothing, and you frowned to look at it. "I hate the way you do your hair now," you mumbled. "And I wish you'd grow your mustache back out."
Joe shrugged. "Maybe I will," he said. "If you want me to."
"I do," you said. "And we can get a cat, but you have to do the nasty shit, cleaning up after it and everything. We can... We can get back together, if you... If you promise you'll never leave me again."
Joe stepped towards you and wrapped you in a tight embrace, and he kissed the top of your head. "Never again, love."
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Caught in the act
Pairing: Joseph Quinn x f!reader
Summary: You wake up from a wet dream, but Joe’s asleep, so you have to take care of yourself. You end up in the shower, where he catches you in the act.
Warnings: smut, f!masturbation, shower sex, squirting
Word count: 2k
Your eyes slowly opened at the buzzing sound of your phone, tearing you from your dreamland. To not wake Joseph, you quickly reached for your phone and turned off the alarm.
After rolling on your back, you noticed something unpleasant that made you frown. You were all sweaty and a particular dull ache sat between your thighs. Pictures from the dream you were living in just a few moments ago started flooding your mind. After you opened your eyes again letting them adjust to the bright room, you turned your head to the side. Joseph was sound asleep. His eyelashes stroking his face, his lips all puffy and slightly open as soft snores escaped his throat every now and then. He had a long, busy day the previous day and he got home quite late so you didn’t want to wake him.
With your eyes closed, you started re-living your dream. Your fingers traced your skin all the way down to your panties and slipped them under the thin, soft fabric. With two fingers of yours you started gathering the wetness and spreading it around before you started playing with your clit. Not having the patience to tease yourself, after a few slow circles your fingers began picking up the pace. Your free hand made its way to beneath your shirt and you started massaging one of your boobs and playing with your nipple.
Soon, you had to realise it wasn't enough. You were used to Joe's heavenly, skilled tongue and fingers and the feeling wasn't the same at all. Suddenly you remembered the pastel pink vibrator you had in your top drawer, purchased a few years ago. You enthusiastically reached for the handle of the drawer, only to meet the sad reality again. The batteries in it died a few weeks ago and each time you visited the grocery store, you forgot to get new ones.
A heavy sigh fell from your lips as frustration started to get under your skin. After not being able to come up with any ideas, you decided to just start your day. Glancing at Joe, you saw him still laying there, deep asleep. You walked to the en suite bathroom and washed your face before brushing your teeth. Still feeling sticky and sweaty from your sleep, you decided to take a shower.
You opened the glass door of the walk-in shower and opened the tap. After stripping out of your pyjamas quickly, you walked underneath the big, fixed shower head and enjoyed the hot water pouring down your chest. You stood there for a few minutes, just getting mentally ready for the day but your with your excitement not quieting down, it was a little hard. As your eyes wandered across the water droplets on the wall tiles, your gaze stilled on something. The handheld shower head.
"Back to the good old way." You murmured to yourself after a few seconds of thinking about it as your hand reached for it. You opened the tap for the detachable shower head, adjusting the temperature and pressure of the water. Not knowing any better, you sat down on the floor of the shower, with your back against the wall and your legs spread wide, and aimed the shower head towards your pulsing core. A loud gasp erupted from your throat, already starting to feel a little relieved.
"Oh, yes." You moaned quietly and carefully, not to wake Joseph. Your free hand went to your boob again, as your mind wandered back to the same place.
His lingering touches, his hot kisses, his burning, sweaty skin, his thick, heavy moans, his deep voice...
"You take me so well, baby."
The way his hips slammed into you, along with the unholy sounds filling the bathroom of a fancy place where a long forgotten award show was held.
"Joey, please..don't stop."
"I'm not planning on it, princess. I'm gonna make you cum so hard.. – he said between heavy breaths – the whole building will know what we were doing in here. And they're gonna be so..fuck...so jealous of us."
You looked at the both of you in the mirror. The way his eyebrows furrowed in pleasure and concentration while looking at where you connected, then to your reflection was almost enough to make you come undone right away.
"Look at you, baby. Such a pretty thing. Being such a little slut..only for me."
"Only for you, oh." You squeezed his hand. "Joey, I'm so close." You panted.
"C'mon baby, cum for me. I wanna feel you fall apart around me. Show me how naughty you can be for daddy."
"Oh, Joey, fuck."
"Having fun there?" His voice startled you, making you jump and drop the shower head.
"Fuck..are you kidding me? I was so close.." You whimpered in between heavy breaths as a teardrop full of frustration rolled down you cheek as you reached for the dropped head.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, doll." He pushed his boxers down as he made his way towards the shower.
"No, you're not."
"No, I'm not." He flashed a cheeky grin as he closed the door behind himself.
Just when you thought your problem was finally to be solved, he started spreading the body wash on his chest and stomach, actually taking a shower.
"What are you doing?" You looked him up and down.
"Taking a shower." He gave you a confused, teasing look. "You know..that's what people usually do in here."
"Fuck off." You aimed the shower head at him.
"C'mon, love." He reached his arm towards you to help you up from the floor. "What got my baby so frustrated and whiny?"
"You." You muttered as he wrapped his arms around you.
"Me?" His eyebrows ran up his forehead.
"Yeah."
"What did I do?" He chuckled.
"I had this dream about you. About us."
"Hmm..really? What were we doing?"
"You were doing me, Joe. So well.."
"And that's why you're whining?"
"No..it's because you weren't awake when I woke up, so I had to take care of myself. But that wasn't enough, and the batteries in my vibrator have been dead for weeks now and I aways forget to get new ones, and now you interrupted me right when I was about to cum."
"Oh, my poor baby. What do I do with you now? Hm?"
"Make me cum, Joey, please."
"Fuck..how could I say no when you're asking me so nicely? And how do you want me to do that?" His hand travelled down the curve of your back and caressed your ass before grabbing it firmly, making you moan softly.
"I don't care, just make me cum. Fast, cause we're both gonna be late."
"Okay, I have a photoshoot, but where are you going?"
"I'm going out to have late breakfast with your mum."
"I thought that was tomorrow."
"No, it's today, but please do something with me now. What will I tell your mum when I'm gonna be late? Sorry I'm late, I was busy 'cause your son was fucking me senseless?"
He pressed his lips to yours in a heartbeat to shut you up.
"Jump." He murmured as he tapped the back of your thighs.
You wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his lower back, making your aching core touch his hard cock. A gasp left your mouths as he stepped to the wall you previously sat against and pushed you up against it. A small hiss left your lips because of the cold walls, giving Joseph the chance to slip his tongue into your mouth. You took your hand from the back of his neck and traced it down from his chest to his angry length. You started tracing the veins with your fingertips to rile him up even more before wrapping your hand around it and slowly starting to pump him up and down.
"Fuck..I'm not gonna last if you do that." He swallowed thickly.
You lined him up with your entrance and moaned out loudly as he started to push inside you, filling you up. Your hand went back to his head, tugging on his curls.
"Fuuck.." A breathy, deep moan fell from his lips. You couldn't help but clench around him, making his breath hitch in his throat. "What..what happened in your dream?"
"We were in the bath- oh..in the bathroom..during an award show and..we couldn't wait 'till we got home, so..so we did it in the bathroom...in front of the mirror."
"Shit..we can do it in front of the mirror."
"And we will when we get home..but don't you dare stop now."
"Anything you want, my love." He took a hand from under your thigh and caressed your hot skin from your leg to your breast at first. He gently massaged it, making your eyes close and your head tilt back against the wall. His hand then came up to your throat and his fingers were wrapped around it in a second, squeezing the sides of it gently.
"Joey, I'm gonna.."
"You gonna cum already? I haven’t even been inside you for five minutes. My poor angel, so worked up, so needy, huh? Look at me, baby." When he didn’t get any reaction from you, he let let go of your throat and cupped your cheek. "You with me? I wanna see those pretty eyes."
You were so lost in the feeling of his cock so deliciously deep inside you and his scent filling your nose, that you didn’t even notice him stilling his hips at first.
"No, no, no! Why’d you stop?" You opened your eyes and looked at him with an upset look on your face.
"I said look at me. Keep your eyes open for me, doll. Can you do that for me?" His thumb stroked your cheek lovingly, yet somehow still in a mean, teasing manner. His lips came close to your ear as his voice got quiet and low. "Can you do that for daddy?" He started moving his hips again.
"Oh, fuck. I’m so close Joey.."
"Cum for me, baby. C'mon..soak daddy's cock."
Your hand went to your clit, circling it fast and impatiently. The feeling of Joseph’s hand leaving your cheek to wrap itself around your throat again was only fuel to the flame. Your back arched off the cold, wet tiles and your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your frequent, sinful moans bounced off the walls. At the same time you felt his hand choke you harder and suddenly everything became so overwhelming. For the first time in your life you felt liquid gush out of you, right around his cock.
"Thaat's it baby. Good girl..oh, fuckfuckfuck."
You felt Joe's hot seed spill inside you, making your orgasm even more intense. He drove his hips into you at a fast pace, making sure to get the most out of your orgasms. His thrusts slowed down at the end after he rode out his high as well, until he didn’t stop completely.
"Fuck..that was so good" You whispered as you pressed soft kisses along the side of his neck, gently sucking on the skin.
"You fucking squirted." A proud smile sat on his face.
"I’m not surprised..I’ve been edged three times this morning." You whimpered to him before pressing a kiss to his lips.
"I love you." He murmured into the kiss.
"I love you." A content smile spread on your face.
"I really gotta get something we can sit on in here."
"I'm not against it..I had to sit on the fucking floor."
"God..every time I'm gonna look at the shower head, that's the only thing I'm gonna think of." You chuckled as you shared a few more kisses.
"When'd you brush your teeth?"
"When you were a little too busy. It was the hottest thing I've ever seen." He pressed kisses down your chest.
"So you were watching me like a fucking perv?"
"Mm-hmm...can I have that view again when I brush my teeth tonight?"
You slapped his arm as he let you down onto the floor, sighs leaving your lips as he pulled out of you. His hands grabbed your ass again as he pulled you close to kiss you one more time, before starting your actual shower.
Thank you for reading, hope you enjoyed it! Have a beautiful day / night!! <3
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Is It Over Now?
Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader
Summary: Fake dating your flatmate, Joe, should be a simple thing. It meant you get to help get his ex back, and it meant you get to stop your parents' nagging about bringing someone home for once. But what happens when fake dating turns into something unexpected? Now, what?
Author's Note: Here's the end! Thank you all for the support in this story. It's honestly one of my favorites. Anyway, see you all soon with Midnight Rain! I will be planning that out first then I'll be back with a new series soon! Enjoy! :)
Wordcount: 2.7K
part one - part two - part three - part four - part five - part six - part seven - part eight - part nine - part ten
The soft breeze blew through your hair as you watched the city of London slowly come alive in front of you. You pulled your jacket closer to your chest as you watched the sunrise reflected through the windows of the tall buildings in front of you. Cars and buses filling the roads and people walking down the streets to their jobs or whatever their destination was. The sound of Elena whispering to herself as she played with her toys in the living room made you smile as you looked over your shoulder and watched her.
You hoped one day this little girl would grow up and keep the happiness that lit inside her. You hoped that she was able to face whatever fears she had inside of her, and she was able to find love that she deserved. If it was up to you, you would wish she never grows up because this world could be cruel, and it slowly breaks you.
Your eyes then darted towards Abby and Sara, who were cooking breakfast in the kitchen. Watching Abby feeding Sara with a piece of waffle and then kissing each other on the lips like they were just in their own little world, you couldn’t help but smile. You knew that no matter what, Elena had great parents that would be by her side through everything. You couldn’t help but wish that you had the same thing growing up, but you couldn’t dwell too much on the past now. You couldn’t blame your parents anymore. You could change your own perspective and life. You could change it and make it with whatever you wanted it to be.
You didn’t know what time you had sneaked out of your flat earlier this morning, but it definitely was too early. It was still dark outside, and the streets were empty and quiet except for the early morning people who decided to wake up and go for a jog.
You have been walking. You didn’t know how long, but you had been walking and thinking. Thinking about what happened last night. Thinking about Joe and those three little words that he had told you. Thinking about his lips on your skin and how it electrified your veins with every kiss he left on your body. How it made you die and brought you back to life at the same time. You thought about how you wanted him, and you loved him but you were too terrified to admit it yourself.
You just needed some space. You needed some time to think. You weren’t running away this time. You just need to think, so eventually, you found yourself at Sara and Abby’s by the time it was 7am. You didn’t even ride the tube. You walked so much that you had found yourself on the other side of the city, and you didn’t even realize until you were standing on their front steps.
“I’m sorry.” You apologized to them again.
At this point, you wouldn’t be surprised if Sara and Abby kicked you out of their home for disturbing them so much. They already were too busy with Elena and here you were like a little lost puppy and dumping your problems on them.
“Hey,” Sara smiled. “I was just about to make breakfast before Abby leaves for work. Come in.”
Sara opened the front door wider to let you in. Elena, for some reason, was wide awake early in the morning. Sara mentioned how she had been waking up early because she wanted to say goodbye to Abby every morning before work. You couldn’t help but think how cute it was. They truly were such a cute family.
Now, here you were standing on their balcony, trying to figure out all the emotions that were running inside you. You were trying to scold yourself to stop being so afraid and finally just let all of these fears go.
“Hey, wanna join us for breakfast?” Sara came up behind you with a cup of tea.
“Yeah, thank you.” You smiled as she handed you the cup of tea, and you followed her into the dining room.
“I’m sorry for barging in again. I just… I need to think.”
“There’s nothing to think about, my sweet.” Abby chimed in as she sat on the dining table with you and Sara.
She was in her white shirt, jeans and cardigan. It fit her whole artist vibe, and you couldn’t help but notice how her and Sara were glowing even more lately ever since Elena has entered their life.
“You love him.” Abby said sternly. “Please stop dismissing it. Let yourself be happy.”
You bit your lower lip as you took a sip of your tea. Your eyes shifted at Sara, who was slicing through her waffles with a playful smile on her face.
“What’s so funny?” You asked.
“You reek of sex.” Sara murmured, taking a bite of her waffle.
Your eyes widened the moment you felt the tea burned through your nose as you choked and coughed, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. You just wanted the floor to eat you up at this point.
“Babe!” Abby laughed, shaking her head.
“Look at her!” Sara pointed her fork at you as her eyes widened at Abby. “They had sex and now, she is denying the fact that she’s actually in love with Joe. This isn’t just pretending anymore. She has been in love with him for a while now, and she thought hooking up with him would make those feelings go away but no—”
“Okay, I think I get it.” You sighed, slumping back down on your chair.
“Do you?” Sara raised her brow.
You sat quietly in your chair, your head hung low as you thought about Sara’s question. You knew she was right, but it was the acceptance of your feelings that you couldn’t bear to accept in your mind. Your heart was screaming for it. Screaming to love Joe. Screaming to stop being so terrified because you were already here. You already had shown him your feelings last night, so what the fuck was your problem?
“What are you so afraid of? Joe loves you.” Abby added.
“I know.” You sighed. “I do too.”
It was the first time you admitted it out loud. Suddenly, the fear had subsided and all you could think about was Joe. His smile, his chocolate button eyes, his voice, his lips on your skin.
It was everything.
He was everything.
“Then, go get him.” Sara had a wicked smile on her face as you chuckled softly.
“I’m sorry for being such a pain lately and just barging in here.” You sighed. “I know you two got your hands busy with Elena too and—”
“My sweet, there’s no need to apologize.” Abby cut you off. “You’re always welcome here and besides, we know how hard it is for you to sometimes accept your feelings, especially with what you have gone through before. It’s understandable.”
“Exactly.” Sara smiled, reaching for your hand across the table. “You’re our family too, and you’re always welcome here. We just want you to be happy too because you deserve it.”
“And if that’s with Joe then, you shouldn’t stop yourself from being happy and loved by him.” Abby added.
“Thank you.” You both gave them a smile, squeezing Sara’s hand softly. “And you know, I’m always one call away if you both need anything.”
Sara and Abby smiled, nodding their heads.
The thought of seeing Joe as you sat on the tube later that day had let out a jar of butterflies in your stomach. You didn’t exactly know how to start or what to say to him the moment you would enter the flat. You kept telling yourself that you would just wing it. That whatever the situation was, you definitely needed to apologize for running out again. For being so confused and terrified about all of this.
You sighed and ran your fingers through your hair as you stepped out of the tube and made your way back to your flat. You wondered if Joe was home. You wondered what he would say the moment you entered the flat. You wondered if you fucked everything up, and he didn’t want to talk to you anymore.
You couldn’t blame him if that was his decision.
Unlocking the front door with a shaky hand, you immediately heard a quiet clattering coming from the kitchen.
Joe was home.
Kicking your shoes off your feet, you quietly made your way to the kitchen and stood by the doorway. Joe’s back was turned to you as he cooked pasta on the stove. You leaned against the doorway and watched him for a moment, playing with your fingers nervously.
“Came to get the rest of your things?” Joe asked, his voice was cold and his back was still turned to you.
So, he was upset.
You expected that. Who wouldn’t be upset with someone who ran out the next morning after you had told them that you love them?
“N..N…No.” You replied.
Oh, you hated how that came out of your mouth.
You were stuttering, and you could barely find your voice at the moment. You slowly walked around the kitchen island and stood next to Joe. Your hands were literally trembling, and you immediately shoved them in your coat pocket to hide them from him. Joe’s eyes were still laser focused on the pasta sauce that he was cooking on the stove, and you could tell that he didn’t want to look at you at all.
Again, you couldn’t blame him.
It was your fault.
“I’m sorry.” You apologized.
There was silence for a moment between the both of you, your eyes never leaving him as you waited for what he was going to say. Though, when he didn’t say anything, you took a deep breath and took another step forward.
“I’m sorry that I ran out again.” You said. “I’m sorry that I keep lying about my feelings for you.”
Joe sighed, turned off the stove and turned to you. The moment his chocolate button eyes caught yours, you couldn’t help but notice how much it really affected him. It was a different kind of look that you have never seen before. Not even when Ivy broke up with him. It was almost as if he looked like he lost someone so special to him.
“I understand as to why you couldn’t accept your feelings because I know you struggle with that, but I just wished you would talk to me.” Joe shook his head.
“I know. I’m sorry. I was scared, and I needed to think and I didn’t know what to do because I saw Ivy the other night leaving our flat and—”
“Wait,” Joe cut you off. “You saw her?”
“Yeah, I bumped into her in the hall when I was coming home.” You shrugged, your head hung low. “I… I know something happened between us after that, but I can’t help but think about how it makes me feel like you choose me because she doesn’t want you or whatever it’s going on with you guys…”
“Nothing is going on with us.” Joe replied, taking a step closer to you. “Nothing happened that night. She came and begged to take me back, but I told her that it has been over with us for a long time.”
You gazed up and stared at him with your big wet brown eyes. You didn’t know what to say. You didn’t want to doubt Joe either because he told you he loved you and hearing him confirming about him and Ivy, it made your heart swell. In a good way.
Joe exhaled a sharp breath. “I let her stay for the night because she was a mess. I didn’t want her to go home like that, especially knowing that I was the reason why she was crying.”
You nodded your head in understanding. Then, Joe gently took your trembling hands from your coat pockets and held your hands in his.
“So… it is over?” You asked.
“It has been over a long time ago.” Joe replied.
You stared at both of your hands and bit your lower lip. Joe could see that you were struggling to accept all of this, but he could also see that you knew it was the truth. You could see it in his eyes. You have always known that. His eyes always spoke the truth.
“I meant what I said.” Joe murmured. “And I’m sorry for making you feel like shit. I’m sorry for making you think that you’re just a second choice and for pretending that I wanted Ivy. Most of all, I’m sorry that I kept this agreement going even when I knew that you were the one that I wanted. Even when I knew that I loved you and couldn’t tell you.”
Your heart suddenly couldn’t fit in your chest. It was beating a thousand miles per hour, and you couldn’t breathe. You tried to stabilize your breathing as Joe caressed your trembling hands with his thumbs.
“I’m sorry I kept running away from this. You were right that night, you know?” You said. “I was scared to let someone in. Someone who cares about me.”
Joe cupped your face with his hands and caressed your cheek with his thumb. Your knees felt weak, and you moved closer until both of your faces were just inches from each other. Joe grazed his nose softly against yours, making you grin happily.
“I love you.” Joe muttered.
“I love you too.” You finally said before finally pressing your lips against his.
Joe wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close as he kissed you deeply. He kissed you as if he had been waiting for this moment for a long time. You smiled through the kiss and finally let all your fears and insecurities go. You let Joe take them away and locked them up in a box and threw them away in the ocean.
You finally let go and told yourself that you deserved this. You deserved to love someone and have them love you back.
“So, does that mean you’re not leaving?” Joe teased you as soon as he pulled away.
“Hm… no.”
You both laughed in unison as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Joe gave you a soft happy smile as he leaned in again and kissed you. In surprise, you let out a squeal as he picked you up and carried you down the hall towards his bedroom.
“No.” You said, holding onto the doorframe as Joe paused in his tracks. “My room.”
Joe raised his brow at you, surprised that you had suggested that idea. He never had stepped inside your bedroom because he knew your boundaries but fuck boundaries, right? You wanted to let him inside your life. Inside your private mind where you kept your private thoughts and insecurities. You wanted him to know you. To know every corner of your mind.
“Are you sure?” Joe asked.
“Absolutely.”
Joe couldn’t help but smile as he walked towards your bedroom. His eyes immediately wandered around the four walls, curious of your private space that he has never seen before. Gently setting you down on your bed, he towered over you as you let out a soft giggle.
“I love your room.” He whispered, his lips finding your neck.
A soft gasp escaped your lips as you ran your fingers through his curly hair.
“It’s yours now too.” You whispered as Joe stared down at you.
For a moment, he studied you as you reached your hand up to brush his cheek softly. He was yours and you were his. You love Joe and he loves you. That was all that mattered right now. You didn’t want to worry about anything else. This was you accepting that this was real.
No more pretending.
No more acting.
No more fake relationships.
This was all real.
Joe was real and so were the two of you together.
Leaning down, Joe kissed you softly as he pulled the duvet over the both of you, your soft laughters echoed the room.
The End.
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Let Me Take Care of You
Pairing: JoeQuinnxReader
Summary: I couldn't stop thinking about how that man needed someone to take care of him after such a long day. And I know how much he cares about his fans. He was so kind but toward the end, everybody was rushed, and I have no doubt he wished he could have taken more time. So, fic idea popped into my head because...yeah, he looked so damn good on Sunday. You're dating Joe and after the chaos of the day, you just want to help your man.
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The hotel room door opened and in came Joe, looking absolutely drained and exhausted. It had been a whirlwind of a weekend. The U.S. Embassy had misplaced his passport and he almost missed the con in Philly, disappointing thousands of fans. At the last minute, everything worked out, but he’d had to cram three days worth of autographs and photo ops into one day, showing up early and staying late. You’d offered to tag along but he’d insisted on you relaxing as you’d had a late flight the night before and he had his friend, Ollo, there to be by his side throughout the day. Joe was also nervous how his fans might treat you if they found out he was seeing someone. The two of you had kept it under wraps the last few months when you’d seen how some of the fandom had treated Grace. It was awful that someone so sweet had to deal with that kind of toxicity.
You knew Ollo would take care of Joe, making sure he hydrated, got something to eat, and at least got a couple of smoke breaks to keep his nerves steady. But that didn’t stop you from worrying all day. You’d been checking your phone, seeing all the photos people were posting. It hadn’t gone without notice that as the day wore on, Joe’s smile wasn’t quite as wide, those eyes weren’t quite as soft as usual.
You set your phone down, sitting up as he let out a large sigh, dropping onto the edge of the bed in front of you. You gripped the leather jacket in your hands, sliding it down his arms and tossing it onto the chair in the corner. Using your fingers, you kneaded the tense muscles of his shoulders, relishing the pleased groan he released. Your fingers continued, moving along his back and you rested your chin gently on his shoulder, pressing a kiss to the side of his neck. Joe’s hand came to cradle your cheek, his thumb running over your jaw.
“Long day, baby?” you asked.
“The longest,” he answered. “We managed to get everyone done but as the day wore on, they were making me rush. I felt so bad because I couldn’t chat with people or do the poses they wanted. They were telling people no hugs. I feel like they left disappointed.”
“Oh Joe, no,” you assured him, your thumb pressing into a tight knot you felt in his low back. “Your fans understand. I saw so many of the posts today and they were so grateful they had the chance to see you, that you managed to make it even if it was for one day. They understood. None of this was your fault. It sucks that you had to rush people but if you didn’t, everyone might not have gotten their chance to see you.”
“I know, darling. I just hate feeling like I didn’t give them a great experience. And it was such a long day…”
“Did you get a lunch break?”
“Yes, I did,” Joe chuckled, tilting his head, resting it against yours. “I ate, love, no worries. Ollo kept checking in on how much water I was drinking. I got three smoke breaks. It was just a lot. The panel actually felt like a break. I got to sit on a couch and have a good chat. They asked about the Kas theory again.”
You laughed, “Of course they did. Your fans want you back for season five badly. I’m sorry it was such a long day. I know this isn’t how you wanted it, but I am glad Ollo took care of you. Him and I would be having words if not.”
“I have no doubt, my sweet girl. Everyone took very good care of me today.”
“Mmm…well, maybe, but I haven’t had my turn.”
“You’re taking care of me right now,” Joe insisted. “Thank you for the back rub. Standing on that concrete was killer by the end of the day.”
“Oh, I think I can do more than that. My poor boy needs to relax,” you crooned, winding your arms around him, pulling him until he was lying back on the bed. You straddled him, your knees cradling his thighs. “Let me help you relax.”
Joe’s eyebrows raised, a smirk appearing on those sweet, full lips, “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah,” you nodded, bringing your lips to his.
His arms locked around you, crushing your body against his. Your tongue slid along his bottom lip and he caught it with his lips, gently sucking before slipping his tongue along yours, eliciting a gentle moan. You rocked your hips, rubbing your core along his length, your tongue exploring his mouth, loving the sounds of pleasure that rumbled up from his chest.
“Let’s lose this shirt,” you whispered, sitting up and pulling the plain black tee over his head, tossing it across the room.
“And what about your shirt?”
“This isn’t about me right now,” you grinned, your lips tracing the line of his jaw, down the side of his neck. Jesus, he smelled like heaven. “I'm taking care of you, remember?” Your lips continued their path, over his collarbone, nipping gently, his hips thrusting up into yours, creating delicious friction against your already pulsing center.
“Seeing your tits would take care of me. Nothing makes me happier than your jubblies smothering my face.”
“Uh-uh…not yet, my beautiful boy. You just lay back and relax. Let me do all the work tonight.”
You placed open mouthed kisses over his chest, teeth grazing over his nipples. His hand cradled the back of your neck, a low growl falling from his lips. As your tongue flicked over one nipple and then the other, your fingers worked his belt and then the button on his jeans. You continued to slide down his body, placing your feet on the floor. Your tongue followed a path over his abdomen, following the trail of coarse hairs that led right where you intended to go as you gripped his jeans and boxers at the same time, dragging them down his legs and over his feet until he was completely bare to you, his cock standing at attention, pre-cum glistening along the tip.
Kneeling down in between his legs, you gently raked your nails over his thighs and his hips rolled towards you in response, his body letting you know exactly what he needed. Your tongue darted out, capturing the salty release that had already collected.
“Fuck, darling…” he hissed. “Don’t tease. Please.”
“No worries, baby. I am going to help ease all your stress.”
You wrapped your lips around him, working his length, taking as much of him as your throat would allow. He grunted deeply, one hand tangling in your hair as he thrust up into your mouth, the tip of his cock scratching the back of your throat. Wrapping your hand around the base, you moved along him, using your mouth and hand, pleasure shooting to your core as you listened to this beautiful man coming undone because of what you were doing to him.
Sometimes you pinched yourself because you could not believe he was all yours. But here he was, completely at your mercy, groaning, gasping, writhing, and you were the cause of it. You were the one who could help him, who could ease his stress, who could make him feel good. It was a goddamn high.
“Bloody hell…so sodding good…don’t stop, love…just like that…” he panted.
Your other came up to cradle his balls, rolling them along your palm like a pair of dice. Joe growled low, the hand in your hair tightening, pulling, his other hand slamming down against the mattress. Your tongue ran along each side of his cock before taking him fully in your mouth again as you tugged down gently on his balls, squeezing them gently, applying just the right amount of pressure.
“Fuck!” Joe shrieked, bucking up into your mouth as he held your face tightly against him, his release flooding your mouth. His entire body shook beneath you as he went rigid, helpless grunts and moans rolling out of him.
As he relaxed, you carefully released him from your mouth, swallowing and wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. Standing, you smiled down at him, holding his eyes with yours as you slowly removed your shirt, followed by your shorts and panties until you were naked in front of him. Joe’s eyes traveled the length of you, devouring you with his gaze, sending a shock of desire straight to your center, pulsing with need.
You crawled over the top of his body and his hands immediately fell upon you, roaming over your sides, your hips, the curves of your breasts. He grabbed your hips, sliding you up his body until your breasts were directly over his face and then he buried himself between them, deeply moaning, his hands pressing them together against his face.
“Fuck, I love these tits,” he sighed, his mouth exploring every inch, tongue and teeth teasing your nipples into hard little buds.
“Joe,” you breathed, sliding your wetness over his cock until it was hard, ready to go once again. The feel of his erection pressing against your clit had you whimpering, eager for him to fill you.
His hand slid between your bodies, his thumb moving over your clit and you gasped, back arching as you pressed your hands against his chest, sitting up. Joe started with slow circles, moving faster and faster until you were gasping for breath.
“So wet already, darling and I barely did anything for you.”
“Taking care of you works me up,” you breathed, struggling to speak against the intense pleasure coursing through your body as his circles grew smaller, focusing right on your pleasure button. “The way you sound…knowing I can do that…it’s so damn hot. Fuck, I need your cock.”
Reaching between you, you grabbed his cock, lowering yourself onto him slowly until your pelvises were flush together. The two of you moaned simultaneously as you began to slowly rotate your hips in a circle, his cock hitting all the right places that had your stomach tensing, already so close as his thumb continued working magic on you.
“Shit, darling…that’s so good,” Joe praised. “I love watching you ride me.” His free hand caressed your face, thumb running over your lower lip and you caught it between your lips, sucking it into your mouth. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”
You sighed, releasing his thumb as you rocked back and forth, hands gripping his shoulders for purchase as you picked up the pace. Joe’s chest rose and fell heavily as he quickly raced toward another climax, his cock twitching within you as you rolled over him. His thumb began moving back and forth, faster over your clit, and you knew he was determined to get you to cum before he did.
“Come on, my beautiful girl,” he urged, one hand now gripping your hip as he moved with you. “Cum for me, darling. Let me see how fucking beautiful you are when you let go.”
“Joe…I…fuck!” you cried, nails digging into the flesh of his shoulders as you shuddered on him, your climax crashing over you.
“That’s it…yes, love,” he grunted, gripping both of your hips, thrusting up into you hard, taking over as you lost all control, moaning his name over and over. Joe’s fingertips dug into your flesh as he held you against him, filling you with his release. “Jesus Christ, darling…” He sighed, falling back on the bed.
You fell forward onto his chest, nuzzling his neck, “Do you feel more relaxed, beautiful boy?”
“So relaxed,” he murmured sleepily. “Fuck, you took everything out of me, love.” His arms wrapped around you and his lips pressed against your forehead. “I am going to sleep like a goddamn baby.”
“Good,” you replied, kissing his shoulder. “I’ll clean us up and tuck you all in.”
You went into the bathroom, getting a warm washcloth that you used to clean the two of you. Joe laid still, eyes closed, breathing deep as you gently wiped him. You tossed the washcloth back in the bathroom and then had to work to get him turned in the bed the right way as he was not much help. Your poor boy was so damn tired.
Laying down next to him, you pulled the blanket over both of you and he whimpered softly in his sleepy state, hands reaching out for you. Joe was a cuddler, always the big spoon. Smiling, you slid toward him with your back to him, those strong arms encasing you, pressing you against his chest, wrapping himself around your body. You sighed happily, burrowing into his arms, inhaling the soothing scent of your favorite person on this planet.
“I love you,” you whispered. “Good night.”
“Mmm…love you…” he mumbled. “Night love.”
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Stumblin' In
a/n: Hello loves! I'm back! And this time I've pre written 3/4 of a story...who is she?! I don't know her. Soooo...this little story will have four parts and is (very) loosely based on something that happened in Venice when I saw Joe...(still not over it tbh...heh). Thank you to my warrior editor and influence for this story @barfightzanddiscolightz. <3
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part 2 - part 3 - part 4
You blinked rapidly, trying to adjust your eyes to the brightness that suddenly overtook the previously dimly lit screening room of the cinema you were sitting in. Your brain just wasn't made for such quick changes, especially while it was still processing what had just happened on screen. The film you had chosen to watch was one of those arthouse indie productions that attracts all kinds of people from all walks of life.
Slowly you pushed yourself out of the plush seat and stretched your arms over your head. Your ever-weary limbs and joints popped, and you feared that one of the at least 50 other people in the room had heard it.
Taking your time, you picked up your trusty leather jacket, which had once belonged to your father, and pulled it on. You shoved your hands into its pockets to retrieve your mobile phone. As you checked your unread messages, your eyes moved from the screen to your Dr. Martens-clad feet. You had undone the laces, wanting to be as comfortable as possible. Shrugging, you began to walk down the aisle, the laces whipping your jeans-covered calves, shins, and other seats along the way. You told yourself you would tie them once you had reached the atrium.
With your face almost buried in the screen of your phone, you stepped to the top of the stairs and began your descent. Not even three steps down, you stumbled over your now tangled shoelaces and instantly lost your footing. With a small yelp, you practically flew down the stairs, right into the back of someone's legs. The abrupt stop sent your phone flying down the hallway and past the curtain, as your head snapped back, slamming into the steps. The impact made your breath catch in your lungs and you let out a small whimper.
"Oh my God! Are you alright?"
With blurred vision and eyes refusing to cooperate, you tried to make out who was speaking to you. You knew it was a man from the voice, but his features were a mystery in the blur. Your eyes not working the way you wanted them to made you let out a frustrated sigh. You began slowly blinking your eyes, hoping for a clearer perspective, before giving up and closing them completely.
"Hey! No! Open your eyes!"
You sluggishly opened them again, your vision still as blurred as before. Lifting your arm, you tried to touch the man hovering above you. The movement sent a jolting pain through your arm, up your neck, and into the back of your head.
"Ouch.", you hissed.
"'Yeah, ouch.”, replied the still blurry man. "Please focus on me, can you do that for me?"
"Yep.", you lied. You couldn't focus on shit, because in addition to your blurred vision, your head was throbbing like you'd been hit by a freight train.
"Okay. Cool. You hit your head pretty hard. Can you move your legs?"
You made slow, jerky movements with your legs, wiggling your toes in your boots, not realising he couldn't see them.
"Okay. They work. Good! That means, no spinal injury.”, the man said, obviously relieved. "I'm going to move you now, is that alright?"
You nodded and immediately regretted it. Your head hurt like hell. How could a carpeted step hurt so much?
Warm hands slowly pushed under your arms and knees and then suddenly, but slowly, strong arms lifted you up and close to an even warmer body. As gentle as he was, the movement of your body was still very uncomfortable and made you whimper again.
"I know. I'm sorry.”, the man who was now walking spoke softly. As you both passed through the curtain into the even brighter hallway, you turned your head towards the man's chest to avoid the glaring overhead lights. You pressed your face into the fabric of his top and inhaled deeply. He smelled damn good.
"...is there a room I can take her to? She hit her head on the stairs when she fell. Also, could you call the A&E, I think she has a concussion."
"Sure, follow me please.”, a new feminine voice said and then there was a static crackle. "Henry, can you please call A&E, we have an injured woman with a suspected concussion."
"Copy. A&E is being called.”, came back Henry's very staticky voice over what you assumed was a walkie-talkie.
A few moments later you heard a door open and were carried very carefully into a small, office-like room.
"You can put her on the sofa. The paramedics will be here any minute."
Gently you were lowered onto the sofa. Gone were the strong arms and the warmth, and you began to shiver. Your eyes slowly began to focus, and you could finally see, though still blurred, the man who had been helping you. He was tall and handsome. His dark blonde hair was curly, and his face had a very patchy five o'clock shadow. But the most striking thing about his face was his huge, baby cow eyes, which were currently wearing a worried expression. Your gaze moved slowly down his body. He was wearing brown trousers with black loafers and a beige cable-knit jumper, topped off with a very expensive looking black trench coat. Visually, he was the exact opposite of you. You had opted for your usual all-black autumn outfit.
With a small but noticeable smile, you closed your eyes for a second and another shiver ran through your body. Unexpectedly, you were suddenly covered by a blanket. Slowly you opened your eyes to see that it wasn't a blanket, but the man's trench coat.
"Thank you...", you whispered. You were surprised at how weak your voice sounded, but the drowsiness that was slowly creeping up on you made it difficult to speak. Your eyes closed again.
"You're welcome...hey! No! Don't fall asleep!"
"But I'm so sleepy."
"I know, but you can't."
The man's voice was very close now, and as you felt hands cupping your face, your eyes shot open again. You looked up at him with wide eyes, he was kneeling beside the sofa and his own eyes held yours in an equally steady gaze.
“You literally can’t fall asleep because you took quite the tumble there, Humpty Dumpty and I’m 99 percent sure you incurred a concussion.”, he explained with a grin. "Besides, you keep moving your head when you should be holding it still. If I have to hold your face to keep you awake and mostly still, I will gladly continue holding it."
You didn't respond to him. You just kept staring at him and he had the audacity to just stare back at you with his big, wet, brown puppy dog eyes.
A few moments later there was a knock on the door and two paramedics with a stretcher made their way inside.
"Hello there! You must be our patient.”, one of the paramedics said as he made his way over to you. He then looked down at Mr. Baby-Cow-Puppy-Eyes and spoke again. "Sir, may I ask you to move so we can examine her?"
"Uh... sure.”, he replied, taking his hands off your face, slowly rising to his feet. You groaned weakly as his fingers lightly brushed your jaw and he let out a soft snort before turning to the medic. "I was just trying to keep her awake. She fell down the stairs and hit her head on one of the bottom steps."
"Thank you.”, the second paramedic said, moving in to examine your head and neck. Your rescuer stepped back and moved to the corner of the room with his arms crossed over his chest to wait. He was still in your line of sight, so you looked at him occasionally to make sure he was still there, and every time you did, he smiled sweetly at you.
"Ooookay.", the second paramedic said as soon as she concluded her examination. "You have a mild to moderate concussion and swelling on the back of your head. We need to take you to the hospital for a 24-hour observation."
You frowned at her, and she smiled sympathetically. "Do you want your boyfriend to come with us?"
"Who?" you asked, a confused expression on your face.
"Him.”, she said, pointing to the corner where your knight in a cable-knit jumper was standing.
"I'm not her boyfriend. I'm the one she collided with.”, he chuckled and shook his head.
"Alright, I'll take that as a no.”, the paramedic grinned at him and then down at you. "Are you ready to be hoisted onto the stretcher?"
"Um...", you started, then suddenly panicked as you softly patted your jacket and jeans pockets. Your mobile phone - you didn't have it on you. "Wait! My phone! It must have slipped out of my hand or pockets when I went all humanoid egg earlier..."
Your reference to the handsome man's earlier statement made him burst out into laughter.
"She hasn't lost her sense of humour. Good.”, the first paramedic said with a chuckle, and began to lift you up by your feet, while the other paramedic assisted him by simultaneously lifting you up by your torso. The coat that still covered you was about to slip off your body if you hadn't grabbed it as if it were your lifeline. In a way it was your lifeline, for you were still cold, and the weight of the fabric did an excellent job of keeping you warm.
"I'll go look for it. Just give me a second.”, expensive trench coat guy announced, and quickly slipped out of the room.
Not even five minutes later he returned, waving your mobile phone in the air.
"Here you go.”, he smiled, handing you the phone but not letting go of it. "Please keep me informed about your condition." Just as he started to remove his hand from your phone, he added: "And you can keep my coat for now, but I want it back at some point."
"OK. I will, and you'll get it back... at some point.”, you promised, as the two paramedics wheeled you out of the small room. Halfway down the hallway you suddenly realised that you didn't have his contact details. How were you going to let him know how you were?
"Wait! Stop!", you shouted, making yourself jump more than the two people you were addressing. "Can you please turn around?"
"All right, but just for a second. We really need to get you to the hospital.”, the male paramedic explained impatiently, and they both turned the stretcher around and were about to push you back when you saw him standing in the hallway, leaning against the wall.
"I don't have your number!", you called, waving your mobile.
"Check your contacts.”, he urged with a wink, before pushing himself away from the wall and walking the other way. "Keep me updated!"
"I will!"
The two paramedics turned the stretcher around again and began to push it hastily towards the cinema's delivery entrance where the ambulance was parked. All the while, you unlocked your phone to see if he had really left you his number. He had to have. How else would he get his coat back?
Quickly, you opened your contacts app and there it was: a new entry.
Next to the emoji with the bandage on its head was his name:
Joe.
Grinning to yourself, you locked your phone and put it to your chest as the ambulance sped off to the hospital...
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I firmly believe with my whole heart that Joe is a little manwhore in bed. 💀
He’d give you the best head of your life. He wouldn’t stop until you begged him to, constantly latching onto your clit, tongue flickering, lips sucking and teeth nibbling down onto it. Plunging his tongue through your aching hole and lapping up your slick, vibrations go through you at his humming approval. His main goal in life is to please you and when his thick fingers make an appearance and he curls them upward, stretching out your walls slightly, making you hiss yet arch your back in a heavenly state; you could simply die a happy girl.
His communication skills are next level, nothing short of a top tier listening experience. He’d go from whispering sweet nothings in your ear, letting you know how much of a good girl you were to calling you a slut in a minute. He’d praise you yet shame you. He’d love you yet defile you. It’s the best of both worlds. You just know that his moans and little whimpers and above all the full on use of profanities that bounce across the walls during would be enough to make your core explode.
He’d rather give than take, yet you see a whole new side to him when you’re on your knees sucking his length. His submissive side comes out and he’s groaning for you to fuck him with your pretty little mouth and when he practically begs for you to stop and you don’t, the way his breathing hitches and his whimpers become small cries, it’s the most demeaning yet sweetest sound you’ve ever heard. You love to edge him and let him blow up, watching his body shake, toes curl, bottom lip bit down and eyes rolling back is a whole show he puts on, it’s a whole view and it’s worth the watch.
He doesn’t let you ever settle when he pushes inside of you, instead just rams his dick through your sodden entrance and fucks you senseless even if you protested that you couldn’t take anymore, breeding you in any and every position until he was completely spent. It’s evident that he’d worship the ground you walked on and one of his ways to show you is just by railing you into an eternal bliss. He’d still not feel like he’s shown you the true entity of his feelings, but you know you’ve got forever and there’s a whole load more where that came from; no pun intended.
And yes his favourite place to cum is inside of you, but he’s not opposed at making a mess elsewhere on your body, but he loves to see it when you clean up your own and his mess afterwards, sucking on your own and his fingers makes his eyes beam and his smile cheeky when you swallow the contents of your actions.
Just an assumption of course, though also the complete and whole damn truth 😵💫
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Happy 29th birthday Joseph Quinn x Fem! Reader
➻Wc: 2.1k
➻Warnings 18:
Very Smutty: Cunnilingus, fingering, clit spanking, ass spanking, skin grabbing, biting, scratching, nail digging, nipple sucking, creampies (pls use protection!), daddy kink, squirting, neck sucking. Brief car sex, making out, alcohol use. Slight fluff
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You had bought a new red dress, he always said he liked you in red. You were feeling confident as the day rolled along.
His agent helped you with the plane tickets, the hotel and the other finicky details. All you needed to do was get Joe in the car.
His agent helped you with the plane tickets, the hotel and the other finicky details. All you needed to do was get Joe in the car.
He was lying naked on your bed, gazing at you with those beautiful brown eyes. His hands were grabbing every bit of skin, pulling you right onto his hard throbbing cock.
His hands roughly rubbing your clit, making you gasp and whimper at the sensation. Your legs were positioned either side of him on the bed, his cock was grinding between your folds and teasing your entrance.
You moaned into his mouth as he kissed you, your clit twitching as he slapped it hard. Feeling it pulsate against his skin, his tip edging further and further inside you. Your cunt clenching with every movement of your clit, your nails digging into his skin.
“Fuck baby, I’m going to try to not move until your cunt is dripping wet and begging to be fucked” he growled into your ear.
Making you whimper at his words, biting your lip as he flicked your clit. Feeling it grow wetter and wetter with every movement, his cock twitching inside you.
He brought your nipples closer to his mouth and sucked aggressively on them, feeling you move slowly on his cock from the intense pressure. His fingers still playing with your clit as you rocked back and forth.
“Joe, it feels so good” you whimpered, moving quicker with each moan.
Your cunt was dripping around his cock, pulsating and needing to move. Your nails scratched his chest as he gripped hard onto your hips and slammed your cunt down on his cock.
Listening to you groan as his tip hit into your sweet spot that was feeding your insatiable hunger to be fucked.
He held you down as he began to slam hard into your cunt, the wet sounds flooded his ears. Your clit twitched from the on and off attention it got from being slammed down onto his pelvic bone with every thrust.
Edging you closer and closer to your orgasm, your body shaking, your breath hitched as he gazed at you. Seeing you in such pleasure was the best birthday gift you could ever give him.
''You going to cum all over Daddy's cock for his birthday baby?'' he hummed, the pain from his fingernails made you rock back and forth.
Your moans turned into gasps as your eyes shot open and rolled back as you felt yourself cum. Nodding and whining as you squirted hard over his cock, covering the bed and his thighs.
He smirked, continuing to thrust inside you as you collapsed onto his chest to catch your breath. Your hot and sweaty bodies sticking together as his tip hit your soft spot over and over.
After gaining the energy, your clit clenched around his cock hearing him grunt and groan beneath you gave you the overwhelming feeling of power. Leaning backwards rocking your hips on his tip, it felt sensitive inside as you rode him closer to his orgasm.
''See Daddy, it's your turn to cum. You going to fill this pussy up, Daddy's birthday treat'' you smirked, watching his eyes flash darker as he let you fuck him.
''Oh fuck baby, I'm going to fill your pussy up for my birthday'' he grunted, his cock twitched inside you.
You could feel him trying to refrain from cumming to early but you rode faster and faster until he fucked a thick load of cum inside you. Not stopping until more his cum leaked out, if he got you pregnant right now he really wouldn't mind.
Panting heavily as you fell onto the bed next to him, laughing as he closed his eyes and pretended to snore. He smirked and leant over to kiss you before climbing off the bed and dashing into the bathroom.
As he showered, you organised the rest of the plans with his agent. Your stomach was bubbling with anxiety and excitment, after an hour you both stood on your doorstep as you waited for the car to arrive.
Joe's hand in yours as the blacked out car pulled up, his questioning had begun to annoy you but you hid it well. It was his birthday.
Much to his protesting you forced a black satin blindfold over his eyes as you drove to your first destination.
His favourite restaurant in New York was reserved completely for him as you led him inside.
Watching as his eye lit up with delight at the sight in front of him, you were brought to a table for two overlooking Central Park. You ate lusciously at the restaurant for lunch before taking a stroll through the park.
As it grew closer to the evening, Joe's hand in yours. He pulled you closer to him and kissed you.
''Thank you for a lovely day baby, I have enjoyed it so much'' he grinned, kissing you once more before walking back towards the arranged car.
''It isn't over yet'' you giggled as he fought the black satin blindfold once more.
As he opened the eyes, in front of him was a black tie outfit as you winked at him. He sighed and raised his eyebrows before quickly changing with you in the car, taking your hand as you quickly blindfolded him again and led him into the second venue.
''A bar? oh baby you've out done yourself'' he blushed, resting himself against the bar.
''Not just any bar though baby'' you giggled again, ordering over the bartender for drinks.
''It's the one where we first met'' you both spoke in unison, laughing as your lips smashed together.
The bartender took your drinks as you both remised about your first meeting, you were in a similar outfits which when he noticed his eyes shone even brighter and kissed you harder.
Pushing you hard against his body as his tongue slid into your mouth just as the bartender placed down the drinks in front of you and waited for your payment. Playfully fighting Joe with your card, you won and teased him about it being 'his day'.
You spent just under 2 hours at the bar before you shoved another blindfold over his eyes and shoved him into the car again. His tipsy protesting made you laugh as you dragged out in front of the final venue of the night.
His hand in yours as undid his blindfold, the fancy restaurant was full of live and bright lights. Round the corner all your friends sat around the table, raising their glasses and cheering at the sight of you both.
Joe grinned happily pulling you in for a hot kiss in front of everyone, causing more loud cheers from your friend group before sitting down.
You had arranged a set menu for the whole group with your friends paying ahead, spending a couple of hours with the group before giddily being pushed into the restaurant toilets by Joe.
His hands were all over you as he grinded your clit against his hands, heavy breathing against your face as he kissed you and smirked.
''I have wanted to fuck you since I saw you in that red dress'' he smirked, nibbling onto your neck where his words were mumbled.
''Joe, why don't we sneak out the back? Everyone else is going to go home soon anyway'' you winked, pointing towards the signs on the wall.
A bottle of champagne clinked in your bag as you ran out the staff delivery door giggling with Joe as the cool air hit your faces. The blacked out car started at the sight of you, still giggling as you jumped inside.
His hands were on you as he pushed you onto the backseats of the car, pinching and biting every bit of skin. His rock hard cock pressing against your skin as he lifted up your dress, pulling down your underwear and dropping them onto the floor. He found your clit and sucked softly onto it as the car pulled to a stop, giggling he stopped and stepped out the car.
Your clit throbbing from the brief attention, picking up your belongings and rushed after him. Once inside, his clothes were scattered across the house following them upstairs. Biting your lip as your eyes fell upon his completely naked body once more.
His hands grabbed you and pushed you hard onto the bed, your ass up in the air as his head buried deep between your thighs. Sucking your clit hard as your hips rocked in his face, his fingers played with your opening before sliding them one by one inside you.
Gasping at the pleasure as you rode his fingers hard, pushing your cunt against his face dampening his beard as he edged you closer to your orgasm. Your legs trembling as your head buried deeper into the bed, your moans were loud and quick.
Your eyes rolled back as your body shook, his fingers curling deeper and deeper inside you until you felt yourself squirt all over his face. His fingers continuing to slide in and out of you faster each time until you felt like screaming, your body twitched hard as you felt yourself cum for the second time.
Smirking to yourself, he let you fall onto the bed for second as he stroked his cock and positioned it between your entrance and teased your clit before sliding it inside.
Pulling you closer, he pushed your head back into the bed as his hands spanked hard onto your ass cheeks. His cock sliding in and out of you from behind, the bed rocked as you gripped onto the bed covers for minimal support.
''Fuck Joe, my cunt is so sensitive please be kind to me'' you practically screamed into the bed covers.
He laughed which rippled against your body as he thrusted harder into your dripping cunt, watching it slide in and out of you. Spanking your ass hard, enjoying the feeling as it rippled against his cock.
Panting “fuck, fuck, fuck” hard as you slid back onto his cock from behind, his fingers scratching your back as you continued to thrust back onto his cock until his moans turned into whimpers.
His hands gripped onto your hips and slammed your cunt hard onto his cock, not letting you move a muscle from the speed as his cock made your cunt wetter and wetter.
Your body shook as he thrusted harder into your cunt until you felt yourself cum for the third time that night. Squirting harder onto his cock, the sounds of your cum hitting his body and coating the bed.
He kept fucking your cunt until you felt like you couldn’t cum anymore, his fingernails hurt your hips as he groaned hard. His head tipped back as his eyes shut tightly, his cock twitched as it hit your walls hard.
“Fuck baby, Daddy is going yo fill your cunt up even more today.” He moaned pathetically as his body began to slow down his thrusts.
You rocked your hips weakily on his cock as he twitched more quickly inside you, his body shook as he came hard inside you. Not stopping completely until the mixture of your cum seeped out your sore and swollen cunt.
He hummed as he leant backwards, watching the cum slide out you with his cock. His fingers slid between your entrance, dipping inside you and lifting out the cum mixture.
Sucking it slightly off his fingers before lifting your head up and forcing his fingers in your mouth until you gagged. Making sure you tasted it too.
He spanked your ass and clit hard until you whimpered with overstimulation and exhaustion. Kissing down your body as he let you collapse onto the bed.
His body snaked around yours from behind, gripping hard onto your body as his head nestled into your neck and hummed.
“I love you baby, thank you for today. We both got some treats today” he kissed your head and neck as he felt you fall asleep quickly in his arms.
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proud of you, bambi 🤎
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Here’s an idea: You’re out with Joe, and a couple of buddies. Joe’s immersed in a conversation but absentmindedly playing with your fingers. You notice. Maybe think of other soft shit he does unconsciously. Pure softness.
just... i know who you are, and you need to fuck all the way off, because how DARE you
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Love Languages
The best chats always happen at night.
“Hey... hey Joe,”
In bed, in the dark.
“Hmm?”
When you’ve just laid down and turned the lights off and you’ve already kissed and said good night. When you’re meant to get comfortable, close your eyes and fall asleep. When there’s an alarm already set and when you’re not meant to be chatting.
But you lead busy lives.
These moments in bed are the most silent, undisturbed, and private moments you’ve got. When you’re alone, phones face down on bedside tables, and there’s no media to distract you from each other, darkness only fuelling the honesty.
“Joe,”
“Mmhmm,”
You don’t fall into conversation every night. But when you do, they’re the best chats.
“What do you think your love language is? Or mine?”
Joe groans softly and rolls onto his back, eyes still closed, and he takes a moment to think as he inhales deeply.
You’re on your stomach, facing him, both arms folded close to your body, hands underneath your pillow, and not tired at all.
“It’s um...” Joe rubs a hand across his forehead, and for a short moment you think you’re annoying him. That he just wants to sleep and wants to be left alone. But then he says, “Yours is taking ugly pictures of me.”
You immediately giggle, hiding your face into your pillow.
“Ones where my hair looks fucking awful, and you’re not,” Joe stops to sigh, pretends to be all annoyed, then continues, “You’re not even taking ‘em, you’re finding them online and then save them onto your phone, I think that’s,” Joe breaks, can’t help but laugh himself now too.
“Stop,” you try, grinning as you roll onto your side. “That’s not what I mean.”
“No, I know, but I think that should be one of them. Because that’s definitely yours.”
“No, but I mean from the–” you are about to delve in, list the five love languages, fingers at the ready for visual counting. But Joe interjects.
“That’s yours.” He says matter-of-factly, cutting you off.
“All right, thanks. Good night,” you pretend to roll over to go to sleep, and in turn make Joe laugh loudly.
“No, okay. All right. What are they again? These love languages you speak of...”
You’ve rolled back in an instant and feel like you’re a teenage girl at a sleep over, softly explaining the concept of love languages. The topic hasn’t just randomly popped up for you – you’ve been thinking about Joe’s love language all night. Or, well, love languages. Plural. You’re convinced there’s several. All of them maybe even.
Earlier that evening, when you went out for some drinks – just the quick one, Joe’d said, but it kind of turned into a slower three, maybe four drinks sort of situation – was when you’d started thinking about it.
Joe had been talking to a friend, a story you’d already heard, opinions shared that you already knew, so you weren’t really listening. Weren’t really participating in the conversation. Gave you the time to look around a second. To observe for a moment.
And Joe’s a fidgeter, you know that. Especially when surrounded by others, like right then, and evidently so.
You saw how he plucked at his jeans. How he kept playing with his sleeve. With his rings. How he kept slowly twisting the drink that was on the table in front of him. Kept rubbing at his chin and his cheeks. How his index finger scratched at the skin beside his thumbnail.
You’d only folded your hand over his to make him stop.
Without even breaking eye-contact with his friend, he moved his fingers to intertwine with yours and then just held your hand a second.
Then, he started scratching that same finger at your skin, and you’d tried to use your fingers to still his once more.
It worked.
Sort of.
It made him release your hand from his grip, but then instead, grabbed you by the wrist and held your hand there, on his lap, face neutral and attention not wavering from his friend.
His other hand found your rings to twist, your palm to softly move finger tips across, and your nails to push his pads under.
Touch.
It felt so obvious then that touch was Joe’s love language. He was always so tactile. Always reaching out, grabbing hold of you wherever and then holding on for however long you’d let him.
If that was a knee, then it was a knee. And if that was a foot, then it was a foot.
More often than not it was a hand though. A hand that got taken hold of.
It wasn’t unusual to wake up with a hand that curled around your neck. With an arm that rested across your collarbones, or had snuck under your T-shirt and splayed out on your back. With fingers that wrapped around a wrist, or the back of his hand that rested against your cheek.
Joe’s love language had to be touch.
“I think yours is touch.” you say softly, and you can see how Joe blinks a few times. Seems to think it over for a second, then raises both his hands to look at. Or to show you. Either way.
“I don’t think so?”
Um.
Excuse him.
What does he mean he doesn’t think so?
“I’m not touching you right now, am I?” he clarifies, and you scoff as you wiggle your leg that he keeps sandwiched in between his.
“I think this counts as touching,”
“That’s just,” Joe huffs, “That’s just me helping you out because you get cold feet.”
And it’s so silly, because it makes you laugh as you try to pull your leg out from in between his knees, but Joe just clamps down and fights against you. Uses his fingers to prod you in the ribs to make you laugh louder until you relax.
You know it’s touch.
But, what if it isn’t?
It could be gift giving too.
Not big gestures. No insane meaningful you-mentioned-months-ago-you-really-liked-this-diamant-ring-so-here-you-go sort of gift giving.
More the, I-got-myself-a-bottle-of-water-and-got-you-a-yorkie-because-you-like-those sort of gift giving.
Or the, I-got-my-dad-a-nice-bottle-of-wine-and-decided-to-get-you-one-too gift that he would then casually leave in your fridge.
Just little things that showed you that there were moments in the day where he thought of you.
And you had to stop telling Joe to surprise you when he asked if you needed anything from the shop, because the couple of times you had done just that, he’d just gotten everything he’d seen that he thought you’d like.
“Joe this is… this is just a full bag of ice cream?”
“Yes. And drinks.” he’d said as he let his body curl around you, arms strongly around your waist, chin planted on your shoulder.
You peeked into the bag and moved some things aside to have a better look.
“You got me- what the... you got me a whole bag of ice cream and alcohol…”
And he’d just shrugged a little sheepishly because, yea, he had. Because those were the things you liked, weren’t they? The premixed gin & tonic cans. The Häagen-Dazs caramel biscuit and cream pints.
Unbelievable.
But, could that count as acts of service? Because you’d asked him to surprise you, and just to satisfy your want for something unexpected from him, he’d gone and done just that for you... right?
Or did acts of service only count when you didn’t ask for them?
Like when Joe would see how you’d already curled yourself up into the corner of the sofa, all comfortable underneath a throw-blanket, phone in hand, but no mug of tea on the side table.
He’d just make you one then.
And exactly how you liked it too.
Would even silently take the empty mug after you’d finished it and make you a second one. Seal it off with a squeeze of your shoulder and a kiss on top of your head.
Sometimes it’d be larger stuff, like that one time he’d made you cry when you’d walked into your flat after work, expecting it to be in the messy state you’d left it in the night before. But when you’d left for work, Joe’d still been in bed, and before he’d walked out the door, he’d made sure to tidy the whole place.
He’d not done it right. Of course not. There were still things he’d misplaced that you considered lost, vanished into the ether.
But the fact that he’d put the effort in?
You walked in that day and immediately burst into tears. Had left him a crying voicemail in which you swore at him, called him all kinds of names and finished with a much softer and mumbled “I love you.”
Joe had just responded to it by sending a heart emoji and then that made you cry even more.
Idiot.
You knew your love language probably wasn’t words of affirmation. Obviously. Unless calling someone a dick for doing something nice counted as such.
Joe’s probably wasn’t words of affirmation either.
Although, sometimes... he just very randomly would say something so incredibly sincere and heartfelt, it would almost make you uncomfortable, would make you want to shut him up.
Like when you were out to dinner with your parents, and there was a short silence in conversation, like there naturally would be sometimes, and Joe felt it was the perfect time to let you know that he was proud of you, a hand sneaking under the table to squeeze at your thigh.
Or that time when you were sat in a cinema, everyone quiet, the room dark, all eyes on the big screen, and he’d leant closer to whisper how pretty he thought you were.
“Oh my God, shh,” you’d whispered back, already feeling the blush in your cheeks as he used careful fingers to swipe your hair behind your ear.
“Just thought you should know.”
Or sometimes, when you both had a bad day and were being short and snappy with each other, when you would kind of avoid each other, and would be stuck in sour moods, Joe would very suddenly let you know that he did actually still love you.
You once told him off for leaving all of his shit all over the place, nothing of it tidied away, and you had angrily started clearing things yourself. He joined you then, and it was just four angry hands throwing things around without much care until he suddenly stopped and grabbed your face in both his hands. Forced you to look at him, and God, you’d frowned so hard at him. Were so annoyed with him.
But then he had just said, “I love you.”
It made you look away, stubborn enough to want to hold onto the frustration, but Joe’d just followed your eyes, moved around to keep the eye-contact and repeated himself until you begrudgingly said it back.
“I love you too.”
“Good. Now go sit down. This is my mess to tidy.”
Although, all things considered, quality time was probably up there too if you had to choose one.
Like right now.
Chats in bed counted as quality time, surely. Just time spent together with no one else around. Silent conversations whilst faces pressed into soft pillows and bodies tangled under heavy covers.
“I think mine is maybe acts of service,” you say after some thought.
Joe has his eyes closed again and murmurs a soft, “Hmm.” as a hand snakes over your side and pulls you closer. You easily curl into him, nose to nose, breaths shared.
Yea, no. Touch. Joe’s love language is definitely touch.
“Maybe,” he then adds in a whisper.
You wait for him to explain himself, which he does. After a minute.
“Mmmno,” Joe slurs, and you know he’s about to fall asleep, everything slow and heavy, real effort needed to get the words out.
“It’s laughing at inappropriate times and then calling me,” he yawns, then continues, “And then calling me a dickhead.”
You huff a short laugh, and Joe can feel it on his face. He can’t help but smile, because he knows why that’s funny.
You only call him a dickhead when he is the one to make you laugh at inappropriate times.
And you would’ve fought him on it had you had the strength for it still.
But he’s sort of right.
“Hmm,” you hum, agreeing that laughing at his jokes and calling him names probably does count as your love language.
But his is definitely touch.
The proof is right there in the pudding, you think, as you feel a hand sneak under your top just to rest against warm skin for comfort.
And maybe yours is touch too, but on the receiving end.
“Hey,” you whisper so softly, Joe almost doesn't hear it.
He responds with a squeeze of his fingers.
The best chats always happen at night. In bed, in the dark. But this one, spoken in his love language might just surpass them all.
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kiss kiss | joseph quinn x fem!reader
summary: you had seen it all over your pinterest and tiktok, the white buttoned shirts that girls kissed with their favorite lipstick to decorate the shirts with a unique and loving detail for their boyfriends. it looked good, every attempt you had seen looked different and cute, and you couldn’t help yourself when you saw the white buttoned shirt in the back of joe’s closet...
pairing: joseph quinn x fem!reader
tags: fluff fluff fluff, memories of your relationship with joe, a brief mention of sex but no actual smut
author’s note: yeah so i had a rough go of it for a while and i may not be BACK back yet, but. have this. mwah
“Hey, babe?” you called, carrying the wire hanger out to the living room. Joe had been working all day, and he had his feet up now, watching Succession all over again to relax from his own work, and he furrowed his eyebrows when he saw the shirt. “Does this fit you anymore?”
“Yeah,” Joe answered. “Why?”
You shrugged. “No reason,” you replied, thinking fast for an excuse. “Going through our closets to see what we can donate. I just haven’t seen you wear it in a while, so I was wondering.”
“Are you gonna donate that?” Joe asked. “What else have you decided to get rid of?”
“Not a lot,” you told him. “The itchy pink jumper my mum got me for Christmas, and those shoes that pinch your toes.”
Joe crossed his arms behind his head and nodded, and he said, “You can get rid of that shirt. The sleeves are weird and pull at my armpits.”
“Good to know,” you nodded, and you went back to the bedroom. You already had your favorite array of lipsticks laid out, pink and red and brown and even a daring purple added to the lineup, and you settled yourself on the carpet. All of the pictures you had seen had used red lipstick, and you debated which lipstick to use for the task.
Maybe the Dior one that Joe had bought you to wear to the premiere of Stranger Things? That night had been fun— it was the first time you had ever gone to an event with Joe, even though you had been together for years, and he had gone all out in order to make sure it was memorable for you. He had rented an expensive Dior dress for you, with chic makeup to match, and he had gifted you the tube of red lipstick with an engraved xx Eddie on the cap as a keepsake. You rarely used it, afraid to damage it or ruin it in any way, and the bullet of the lipstick was still firm and crisp, having been used maybe twice in its whole lifetime. That night, you had partied with the cast, gotten pictures taken with your lover, and lived the high life for the first time ever. It was so much fun, but you definitely could not do it more than once a year.
Or maybe you should use the ancient lipstick that you had bought at Primark the night of your first date with Joe. You had been getting ready to meet the cute guy that you had matched with on Hinge, and you had realized in a panic that you had no lipstick. You rarely wore makeup back then, but you wanted to make an impression on this guy for some reason, so you ran to the nearest store and bought the first lipstick you could find. You were late to dinner and apologized profusely to Joseph, age 25, from South London, but he had smiled and said he didn’t care. “M’just glad you showed up at all,” he said. His chocolate eyes had melted over dinner as he looked at you, and, towards the end of the meal, he said, “You look beautiful, by the way. Like, your pictures on Hinge are nice, but in person, you’re so… You’re stunning.” Of course, you had assumed he was just trying to get in your pants, but he had departed the night with a kiss to your cheek and a wish to see you again, and you knew that he was something special. You couldn’t ever bear to get rid of the, at this point, four year old lipstick, and you kept it buried in the depths of your makeup bag.
Or maybe, just maybe, you should use the Maybelline lipstick that you had been wearing the day that Joe landed his job as Eddie. You had had a job interview that day and had read somewhere that red lipstick conveyed confidence, and you had gone to the interview with little hopes of anything. You were somewhat glad that they didn’t immediately offer you the job, and you knew that waiting for a response was better, but you still felt glum as you slumped back to the flat. You felt unaccomplished and worthless, and you couldn’t even settle fully into the door before Joe had flung his arms around you and spun you around. “Oh, Jesus!” you had cried, and Joe giggled as he kissed you hard, smearing your lipstick all over his own lips. “Joe! What’s happened?”
“I got the job!” he told you, his eyes wild and bright as he held your face. “I just got off the phone with my agent, they want me to be Eddie!”
“They?” you asked. You vaguely remembered a few months ago, how you and Wes had helped Joe prepare for a self-tape for a character named Eddie, but you knew very little about the role or project past that.
“The Duffers,” Joe said. “Stranger Things, Netflix, they want me! They’re offering me a role!”
“Netflix?” you repeated incredulously. “Oh my God! You got it!”
The night had ended with Chinese takeaway, passionate sex, and an email that you had gotten your own job. It was the happiest day you had had in months, and, even though you had no reason to keep that lipstick, you saw it as a good-luck charm.
You couldn’t decide. You wanted to use all of them, because they all represented something different, and you finally uncapped the Dior lipstick. You carefully applied it to your lips, taking care not to make it messy with the lack of mirror, and you collected the white shirt in your hands. Then, you pressed your waxy lips to the white material of the collar, inking in the shape of your lips forever. It looked cute, and you smiled at your work. One kiss mark was downright adorable, but you wanted more, like the ones you had seen, and you kissed right under the lapel of the shirt, pushing hard against your lips to really make sure the lipstick stayed.
At the end, there were probably a dozen kiss marks littering the top of the dress shirt, and you couldn’t control your glee. You just hoped that Joe would like it as much as you did. You got up from the floor and retrieved a makeup wipe, and you wiped up your messy mouth as you padded out to the hallway. “Babe,” you said softly, capturing the wipe in your fist. “Can you come try something on real quick?”
Joe nodded and grunted as he sat up from the couch, and he swiped a quick kiss on your forehead as he passed you to the bedroom. You slipped by him to get there first, and you picked up the shirt and held it out to him. Confusion etched Joe’s face as he looked at the makeup-covered shirt, and he said, “What is this?”
“I saw a Maison Margiela shirt a lot like this,” you explained. “And I thought you’d like it, but I also wanted it to be personal, y’know? Like… I don’t know, I feel dumb now—“
“No, no, don’t do that,” Joe said quickly. “You made this? Is this the shirt you just asked me about a few minutes ago?” You nodded timidly, and Joe smiled softly. “I love it. Will you help me try it on?”
“I mean, you know how it fits,” you started, but Joe wrinkled up his forehead and shook his head.
“I wanna wear it to dinner tonight,” Joe said. “And maybe, like, every other day too. Definitely to an event, so everyone can see how cute and creative you are.”
“Really?” you asked.
“Of course,” Joe said. He shucked his t-shirt over his head, mussing up his messy curls, and you helped him into the buttoned shirt, being careful not to smudge or aggravate the lipstick marks. You dutifully did up the small buttons for him, and you smiled at your handiwork as it laid on Joe’s chest and collarbones.
“Here,” you said, steering him towards the mirror. “How do you like it?”
Joe examined his reflection, his fingers lightly ghosting over the red lips, and he grinned like a child in excitement. “I love it,” he said. “It looks so good.”
“But it fits weird,” you mumbled, tugging at his shirt sleeves. “Does it still pull at your armpits?”
“Yeah,” Joe said. “But I don’t care about that. This is my new favorite shirt.”
“Joe,” you cooed with watery eyes, and you pressed your cheek into his shoulder, kissing his neck gently. “You’re lovely.”
“You’re lovelier,” Joe said. “Making me this? You’re adorable. I love you.”
“I love you too,” you said softly. “My sweet boy.”
Joe did, in fact, wear that shirt to dinner that night, and you couldn’t control your smile all night. Your baby was a chronic outfit-repeater anyway, but the shirt became a regular part of his wardrobe, especially when he was traveling and felt particularly homesick. He would call you with tears in his eyes, saying how much he missed you, and the camera always showed that he was wearing that shirt. Finally, it came time for premieres and things, and, even though you declined being on his arm for the Quiet Place premiere, he had a piece of you with him underneath his suit jacket all night, right over his heart.
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A/N - I love this! Thanks for requesting this, friend!
On The Line
Summary - Being Joe's oldest friend also means you have to wonder if it's just a friendship.
Warnings - Just some fluff :)
“You look cute when you blush, you know that?”
Your friend and secret crush, actor Joe Quinn, looked up from his phone as you grinned next to him in your chair. The flushness on his cheeks was evident, along with his big brown eyes that were locked with yours. You giggled, noting how you almost caught him in an act when he was merely scrolling through his phone.
“I wasn’t blushing! It was…hot out,” he explained as you chuckled and pointed out the window behind the pair of you.
“It is literally snowing outside as we speak, are you joking?” You asked, Joe looking out the window to see the fat snowflake hitting the wall and cascading down to the ground. He looked back at you with a raised brow.
“Well, it was warm in my car when I came here, so back off,” he replied lightly, you laughing at his antics. You leaned over to brush your shoulder with his own, again getting his attention as you spoke, “So…anyone in your love life that I should know about?”
“Not at all,” He smoothly replied, but you could hear the undone of his voice that he was fully not telling the truth. Of course, he wouldn’t tell you about his crush, much to your dismay since you were trying to figure out your feelings for your friend. For how many years you two have known each other, long before Joseph became popular as an actor thanks to Stranger Things. You and Jose grew up together in school, being good friends and hanging onto the friendship through thick and thin. But of course, there were always times when you thought the line of friendship would blur into romance. Joe was a great guy, not a bad bone in his body with a shocked sense of humor and a humbled nature about his career and where he wanted to go.
He never pushed you away when his career was taking off, though some of his other friendships blew off in the wind. Joe held onto yours tight, talking to you constantly on the phone and hanging out together when he had downtime. You knew he was busy as hell, much more so when Stranger Things made him into a sensation. He would call you to either chat up, vent or simply grow deeper in your friendship together. And of course, being the great friend that you were, you would pick up the phone every time. Grabbing dinner with him when he needed an escape, joining him on a quick weekend getaway when he needed to decompress from his stressful schedule.
You were simply being a friend, but the blogs and gossip columns were thinking otherwise.
Most of what they were saying was in fact false and harsh, not to mention the pictures the paparazzi would take when you two were out and about together. It was hard to read at times and simply nearly impossible to swallow down, and no matter how many times Joe would reassure you that they never bothered him, it did to you. Maybe because you were still in denial about your feelings for him, never seeing it as a possibility in the future of your two being an item together. Plus you’ve only heard horror stories of people dating actors and stars, most of the relationships burning to the ground and not lasting longer than a few months. The last thing you wanted to do was to jeopardize the friendship you two have had for over a decade.
But how long were you going to be in denial?
“Alright, if you don’t feel like telling me then, and here I thought we were close…” You replied in a light tease as Joe chuckled and chucked his phone on the couch. He eyed him, seeing you give him the mocked cold shoulder.
“We are, trust me. You’re one of the closest friends I have,” he rescued you, pausing for a brief moment before he spoke again, “I’d rather iron it out on my own before telling you since your opinion on who I date is important to me,”
You just smiled and nodded your head, “Fine, fine. Keep your crush to yourself then. But whoever they are, they’re lucky.”
As you walked off to retrieve your book, Joe was watching you with a small smile on his lips. You had no idea he was cooking up a plan to ask you on a date, to leave his own heart on the line for you.
The End.
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Is It Over Now?
Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader
Summary: Fake dating your flatmate, Joe, should be a simple thing. It meant you get to help get his ex back, and it meant you get to stop your parents' nagging about bringing someone home for once. But what happens when fake dating turns into something unexpected? Now, what?
Author's Note: Sorry for the delay! But here we go! A little peek inside Joe's mind and feelings :)
Disclaimer: 18+
Wordcount: 3.3K
part one - part two - part three - part four - part five - part six - part seven - part eight - part nine - part ten
Joe knew what he wanted for a long time now.
He knew ever since the first night that you two had done this agreement. He knew when you walked out of your room, wearing that mini black dress of yours that made him want to just cancel this ridiculous agreement and focus on moving on instead. Joe knew when he had kissed you for the first time.
Those soft lips that touched his. Those big brown eyes that seemed to always made him forget that there was a world around him that probably thought how much he was in awe of you. The way your lips would curl into a smile, and your laughter that sounded like music in his ears. The way the noise of the pub that night had faded when you had stood between his legs and leaned down to kiss him.
It made him forget about himself for a moment.
It made him forget the world.
It was just you and him.
It made him forget about the idea that you were kissing him to make Ivy jealous. You kissed him that night and ever since then, it was embedded into his veins. Embedded into his brain.
Then, you had worn that silver silk dress and the whole night, Joe was asking the Universe if this was his punishment for bringing you into this mad idea of his. His eyes were on you the whole time, and you stood there and talked to his friends like you didn’t have the care in the world. Joe, on the other hand, was kicking himself completely for being such an idiot. For thinking that someone like you would fall for someone like him.
Someone who was indecisive and couldn’t even organize his life well.
Meeting your parents was a different thing. That was when Joe had realized there was so much in you that you kept hidden from the world for a long time. The anxiety and nervousness that electrified your bones that night was something he never saw in you before. Right before you both arrived at your parents’ house, Joe just wanted to hold you and tell you that everything was going to be okay. That he was there next to you no matter what happened. However, Joe knew the boundaries that you have drawn between yourself and other people.
In fact, Joe barely had seen you ever hug Sara or Abby whenever they came over to the flat. There was always that distance that you have put up. Always an arm’s length even with your closest friends. When your mother had kept shooting her words towards you that night, Joe quickly realized as to why you had put up that boundary between everyone.
You felt like you were never enough.
He saw it in your eyes when your mother kept bringing you down with her commentaries. Your eyes grew dimmed, and you suddenly had fallen inside a dark pit inside your brain. Almost like you found a room inside your mind and hid yourself in there and locked the door until you had disappeared from your body. Your eyes stared into an empty nothingness in front of you, and Joe couldn’t help but slid his hand with yours under the table.
Blinking a few times, he saw how you slowly came back to your body. As if his touch had sent a signal into your brain and to come out from that dark room. He felt you squeezed his hand gently as he defended you in front of your mother.
It was almost like a silent thank you.
For Joe, he would defend you to anyone who would say negative things about you because how could they say something like that about you?
Finding you in your room alone that night, Joe saw the melancholy in your eyes, and he just wanted to take you up in his arms and tell you that you were better than them. That you were so much more than whatever your mind was telling you at that moment. Joe wanted to tell you how much the thought of you was slowly occupying his mind every night. How much of your presence just immediately jumps starts his heart. Joe wanted to tell you that your eyes sparkled, and your smile sent electricity in every bone of his body.
He had fallen.
Hard.
He couldn’t bear to see you like this. Joe saw the way you had pushed down your emotions inside of you. He saw the embarrassment and frustration that washed over you when your mum and dad had started yelling downstairs. He knew that he wasn’t just going to sit there and make you feel as if this was your fault because it wasn’t.
And when he had held you in his arms, he wanted to just freeze the world around the both of you. He wanted that moment to last because it was the first time he had held you without having to pretend. Without having to do a little acting around strangers. If you would ask Joe, he wanted to stop this agreement already because that was the night that he had realized that the one person he had been falling for was the one in his arms. Not Ivy nor anyone else.
It was you.
But that night wasn’t about him. It was about every scar that you hid under your skin from people. It was about how much you had to endure your mother’s words that made bullet wounds in your heart. It was about how much your parents had picked and pulled you apart your whole life, and you were left there until there was nothing left inside of you.
Joe knew that, and he wanted to tell you how strong and magnificent you were. How none of those things that your mother had described you was true.
But how come he couldn’t? How come he was being such a coward?
Was there a part of him that made him feel as if he couldn't face you because he was embarrassed over the fact that he was so obsessed with Ivy that he didn’t realize the one person he had been falling hard for was his flatmate?
That he couldn't seem to end the agreement because he was scared he wasn’t going to see much of you anymore if this all ended? That maybe, you didn’t feel that way about him?
Everyday, he avoided seeing you. He was barely home. Always crashing at his friends’ house just so he could avoid these feelings that were eating him up because why the fuck did he made up this plan? Why the hell was he still acting like he wanted Ivy back? In all honesty, Joe hasn’t even paid attention to her. She had called him a few times, but he was ignoring it.
“Oh, c’mon, Joe…” Ivy slid her hands up on his chest. “Kiss me.”
It was one of those nights where you both had gone to the pub because Ivy and her friends were celebrating something. Joe had excused himself, and you didn’t say anything.
You weren’t bothered over the fact that he was going outside the alley with Ivy. You sat by the bar and nodded your head as you drank your martini. So, he made another ridiculous decision and kept acting like he still wanted Ivy.
Sneaking out with her into the dark alley behind the pubs wasn’t really the best idea. Alcohol was running through his veins, his mind kept telling him that you didn’t feel that way about him, and his emotions were controlling him. He would find himself making out with Ivy to get rid of the unrequited feelings.
He was insane.
You were right about that. He didn’t understand how much he could care for someone until you entered his life. Sure, he was infatuated with Ivy, but this feeling was different when he was around you.
He forgets about himself. He forgets about the world that was around him.
With Ivy, he always wanted to prove to her friends and the world that he was deserving to be with her but with you… He just gets lost in you. He was able to be just… Joe.
It was true that he was obsessed with Ivy during his relationship with her, but it wasn’t Ivy that he was obsessed with. It was the idea of her that he had written in his mind. The idea of having someone that was out of his league. He was looking for something greater, and he thought he could find that in Ivy. He thought that was what he wanted, so he played her games.
He played until both of them lost.
However, after the night of the film festival, it seemed like Joe had lost again. The news of you moving out of the flat got his mind reeling again. He didn’t want to let you go without him telling you how he felt. He knew it was a risk, but he had to tell you. You deserved to know what he felt about you and when he had kissed you, he thought you felt the same way about him. Until you decided to run off that night.
He couldn’t help but scold himself mentally for making you so uncomfortable.
For making you run away.
For losing you all at once.
“Ivy.” Joe opened the front door of the flat that night.
He found Ivy standing in front of him, her eyes sparkling and an excited smile plastered on her face as she threw himself into his embrace.
Joe stood frozen. He was paralyzed as Ivy gripped her arms around his torso and buried her face on his chest.
“What are you doing here?” Joe asked, voice sounded ice cold.
Slowly, Ivy slipped her arms away from his body and her smile faded as she gazed up at him. Joe could see the disappointment in her eyes as she walked past him and entered the flat. Sighing, Joe closed the door behind him before turning to face Ivy, who had her arms crossed in front of her chest.
“Why are you acting like you haven’t spent weeks trying to get my attention?” Ivy asked, her voice sounded like she was insulted.
“I…” Joe shook his head. “I wasn’t trying to get your attention. At least not for a long time now.”
Ivy let out a scoff. Her eyes studied the flat, and Joe could see that she was trying to look for a sign of you. If only Joe knew where you were too. He wanted to talk to you and apologize for making you uncomfortable by kissing you.
“What do you want, Ivy?” Joe asked.
“You.” Ivy immediately replied, her eyes finding his. “C’mon, Joe. Really? Your flatmate? Her? We both knew you only were using her to get my attention, and you won. You got my attention.”
Ivy slid her hands up on Joe’s chest, but he was quick to grip her wrists gently and pulled her hands away from him. Ivy knitted her brows together as she stared at Joe. He could tell that she was trying to understand what was going on between him and her.
“It’s over, Ivy.” Joe murmured. “You said it yourself, remember? This isn’t working out.”
“But I thought…” Ivy shook her head, panicked that she was misunderstanding everything.
“Well, you thought wrong.” Joe answered. “So, please. Can you leave?”
Joe opened the front door for her, but she was repeatedly shaking her head as tears welled up in her eyes. Joe exhaled a sharp breath. He knew what she was doing, and he didn’t want to cause any scene, especially that it was Ivy. She liked the drama, and she loved the center of attention. He didn’t need his neighbors complaining about her causing a scene in the middle of the night.
“No, don’t.” Joe shook his head, closing the door. “Ivy, stop.”
“Joe, I love you.” Ivy blurted out the words, a tear rolling down her cheek.
Oh, fuck.
This wasn’t what he wanted to hear from her at all. He took a step forward towards her as she quietly cried in front of him.
“Ivy…” Joe murmured. “Please.”
Ivy walked closer to Joe and wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him into an embrace. Joe, however, stood there. His limbs felt paralyzed, he couldn’t move, while Ivy sobbed on his chest. Joe didn’t know if this was just her pretending, so he’ll take her back or she was actually crying because she had lost him. Either way, he wasn’t falling for any of it. He was so tired of her games.
“Ivy.” He said sternly, taking her arms off his torso. “This is what you wanted, remember? You were right. This thing between us hasn’t been working out so, please. It’s over.”
“No,” Ivy shook her head. “No, no. I was wrong. I was. I love you, Joe. There’s no one else I want but you.”
Joe watched as Ivy literally crumbled in front of his eyes, and he stood there unable to move his body. He didn’t know what to do. He felt bad for Ivy because in some time, he did care about her. He didn’t want to hurt her like this, but he was also unable to trust her after playing her games all the time. He was over that. He didn’t want that anymore.
“I’m sorry.” Joe murmured, shaking his head.
Ivy wiped her tears with the back of her hand and nodded her head. He saw that she was slowly realizing that she couldn’t do anything about this anymore. Joe exhaled a sharp breath, walking towards her and embraced her in his arms. He felt her body tremble as she sobbed the moment he held her in his arms. Even if Joe didn’t feel that way about her anymore, he still had a history with her. So, when he saw that she seemed a little too unstable to go home, he offered her to stay over for the night until she was okay. He didn’t want her going home like this, especially after the fact that he was the reason why she was sobbing in his arms uncontrollably.
“Bye Joe.” That was the last thing Ivy said to him the next morning.
The front door closed, and Joe was left alone in his own thoughts again. Thoughts about where you have been all night. You didn’t come home at all, and he wondered where you were and if you were okay. Knowing you, he knew that maybe you were with Sara and Abby, but he just hoped that you were okay.
When you had entered that morning still wearing the same dress you had worn at the event, high heels in your hands and red rimmed eyes, he knew you had been crying too.
He couldn’t help but scold himself for hurting you and Ivy.
“Hey,” Joe was just fixing the sofa that Ivy had slept in. “Can we talk?”
Your eyes looked exhausted, and he knew you had been crying. He knew it was because of him, and he wished he could just take you up in his arms at this moment and apologized for being such an ass because what the fuck was wrong with him? He should have ended this agreement long ago but because of his fears, he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He wasn’t ready to just lose you like that.
However, he had already lost you, right?
The moment you had told him that you were moving out now, he knew you were serious about this. He knew that it was because of the stupid shit he had put you through. Although, Joe couldn’t let you go without at least letting you know how he felt. Without letting you know that he loved you.
You were pushing him away. You were pushing your feelings away because he knew you didn’t want to get hurt anymore. He knew that you didn’t want to suffer the same fate as your parents’ marriage, but he didn’t want to give you that. He wanted to make you happy. He wanted to give you all the love in the world. This was something he never felt about anyone before. This was something he was willing to do anything for so he could hold you in his arms because the thought of losing you was ripping his heart out in pieces.
“I love you.” Joe murmured, and he saw the emotions that suddenly washed over you.
Joe cupped your face in his hands, his chocolate button eyes looking for yours. His thumb softly tracing your lips. Every trembling bone of his body just wanted to kiss you. He wanted to hold you, and he wanted to put a smile on your face. He wanted to split himself open and let you in. He wanted to know all the dark corners of your mind and replace them with light.
“I love you so much.” Joe whispered. “It consumes every bone of my body every day and knowing that I couldn’t hold you in my arms, it kills me.”
And then that was it.
Something had snapped inside of you, and Joe saw it in your eyes. You gave him that permission that you were finally letting go, and you were accepting and believing him. Joe didn’t hesitate to kiss you and held you in his arms, and he was flying. Every part of him was desperate for you, and pulling you close in his arms wasn’t enough.
He needed you closer.
He kissed you like he had been waiting for this moment to happen. Like he had been waiting for his whole life to hold you in his arms, and you were finally here.
If Joe could capture every moment he had with you that night, he would. He would revisit them every time and replay them in his mind because that was everything to him. Feeling your heated body pressed against his and the small moans that would escape your lips made him insane.
“I’m terrified, Joe.” You uttered those words to him.
He knew what was going on in your mind. He knew all the scenarios that were slowly creeping up in your brain, but he wanted to take all of those away. He wanted to make sure that he wasn’t going to break your trust. He wanted to make sure that you could feel his love for you because the way he felt about you didn't have enough words to ever describe it.
As your bodies merged together, Joe touched you so delicately. He touched you and kissed every inch of you, wanting to memorize it. He wanted to kiss away all the pain, kiss away all your fears.
He was so in love with you.
And his heart was about to explode in happiness as he held you in his arms. His thoughts were gone and time had stopped. All he could focus on was you being in his arms. Your head laying on his chest, his fingers softly brushing your hair, and your eyes fluttering close. Your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath, and your soft skin against his.
He didn’t think he could feel this much pressure in chest.
He didn’t think that you being in his bed, in his arms could make him lose oxygen in his lungs and at the same time, it was making him feel so alive.
So, when morning came, he also didn’t think he could feel this much hurt in his chest.
Fluttering his eyes open, Joe felt the bed next to him empty. Joe felt the cold air and your presence gone. At the beginning, he thought maybe you had gone to the bathroom but after a few minutes, acceptance had washed over him.
You were gone, and he didn’t know what he did for you to run away like that again.
Was last night didn’t mean as much to you as it did to him?
Was that all?
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One Night in Roma
Pairing: JoeXFemReader
Request: I know you're writing a fic for Joseph and maybe after today's new photos you can write something about a drunk Joseph in Italy...like in the chair in the back
I won't lie. I jumped to this request because the words just came and I rolled with it. Hope you enjoy!
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You stood on the roof, gazing out over the city below you. You had brought you to Italy multiple times but the beauty of the country never failed to leave you in awe. The sounds of casual conversation, ice clinking in glasses, and music playing hummed in your ears. You swayed softly to the beat of the music, losing yourself to the moment completely before turning around, your eyes finding your favorite guy.
Joe was off chatting to his friends and you could tell he was fairly drunk by this point. He’d been enjoying this vacation to its fullest and you were glad. He’d been working so hard lately, bouncing from con to con meeting his fans, and he was beginning to shoot the Gladiator sequel shortly so that wasn’t going to end anytime soon. Your man was tired. It filled your heart with joy to see him so relaxed, leaning back against the parapet, cigarette in one hand, drink in the other, a wide smile lighting up his face, creating those little crinkles next to his eyes that you loved so damn much.
He caught you watching him and winked, raising his hand and beckoning you over, “Hey darling, come here.”
You made your way over, smoothing down your skirt as you approached. Joe took your hand, pulling you to him until you stood between his legs, pressed against his chest. His friends chuckled and walked away, joining another small group. Joe’s hand came to rest on your hip as he nuzzled his nose against your hair, inhaling deeply.
“Mmm…you smell delish,” he rumbled, fingers kneading your hip, his nose now moving along your ear and down your neck. You gasped when his tongue flattened against your throat, licking from the base to your chin. “I want to taste every inch of you.”
“Joe…” Your brain was telling you that you were surrounded by a bunch of onlookers, your body didn’t give a shit, and you were struggling to protest. “You’re drunk, baby.”
“I most certainly am,” he agreed, pulling back and booping your nose with his finger, that throaty giggle bubbling out of him and you couldn’t help but join in. The man’s laugh was so infectious. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t know what I want, darling.”
“Baby, your friends are all around us,” you whispered.
“My friends aren’t down there.” Joe looked over his shoulder, down off the side of the balcony, where there were two chairs on a lower level. Down far enough to be out of eyesight but not earshot. His hand slid from your hip to your lower back as his lips came next to your ear again. “Do you think you can be quiet for me, love?”
“Joe, I don’t know,” you replied, pulling your lower lip between your teeth as you glanced down at the sitting area.
“My pretty girl…” Joe crooned, jutting his lower lip out, those soft, puppy dog eyes begging you as he took your hand, bringing it to his crotch, his erection already straining against his slacks. “Look at what you do to me, love. I need you.”
You groaned softly, “Joseph, stop giving me those eyes.”
“What eyes?” he asked innocently, smirking because he knew he had you now.
He grabbed your hand, leading you along the edge of the balcony to a small set of stairs that led down to the sitting area. You glanced around but none of the others were paying attention, lost in their own conversations, many of them drunk, dancing, not caring what you and Joe were doing.
“Come here,” Joe growled, flopping back into the chair, pulling you onto his lap.
You maneuvered your legs under the arms so they hung on either side. Joe’s large hands covered your face, pulling your lips to his. His tongue danced along yours before he pulled your lower lip between his own, gently sucking. His hands were roaming now, sliding down your back and under your top, over your rib cage. His fingers danced over your skin until he covered each breast with one his hands, thumbs teasing your nipples over the flimsy lace until you uttered a low moan, his mouth swallowing the sound.
All thoughts of the other guests upstairs vanished from your mind,
your hips rolling over his. His erection pressed against your center and now you were whimpering, hands gripping his shoulders, needing this just as much as he did. You felt the growl in his chest as he took one nipple in each hand, pinching and pulling until you pulled away from his mouth, biting down on your own lip to keep from crying out.
“This skirt was a bloody good idea,” Joe hissed, hands now on your knees, pushing the gauzy fabric slowly along your thighs. “Fuck, the person who invented these things is a damn genius. Easy access.” He traced his fingers over the front of your panties and you choked out a gasp. “Mmm…so wet already. Shit, I want to taste you but that might have to wait until later.” One hand teased, thumb running over your clit through the satin underwear as the other gripped the back of your back.
“Jesus, Joe,” you muttered, hips rocking against him as his fingers slid past your underwear. His thumb brushed along your sensitive little bud and you buried your face in his neck, smothering the sounds you couldn’t control. You never could when Joe was touching you. Your hips bucked harder and he groaned deeply.
“That’s so fucking good, darling,” he whispered, “keep going.”
You needed no encouragement, your body aching for release as Joe kept your pleasure building, your pussy pulsing in anticipation of release. His hand tangled in your hair, pulling your head back and his tongue traced a path from the base of your throat to your mouth before his lips claimed yours again. He sensed how close you were and slowed his thumb, now making lazy circles.
“Joe…baby…please…” you pleaded, gasping, grinding yourself against his hand, his erection, seeking out a way to relieve the tension within you, wound tighter than a clock.
“Does my beautiful girl need to come?” he asked.
“Yes. Jesus Christ, yes. Please,” you whispered, struggling to remind yourself that you needed to be quiet. His thumb picked up its pace and then he flicked your clit and you cried out, eyes closing.
“Must be quiet darling,” Joe mused, enjoying how out of control you were becoming at his touch. He yanked on your hair again. “If you want to come, you need to open those lovely eyes. I want to see you.”
You struggled to follow his command, opening your eyes and the intensity with which he was looking at you was enough to send you over the edge. Joe anticipated it and covered your mouth with his, swallowing your screams of pleasure as your body shuddered, his thumb never ceasing, working you through as you tumbled off the edge, coming completely undone.
“Good girl,” he praised, tongue running gently over your lower lip. “Can you stand up for me, darling?”
You nodded, legs shaking as you gripped the arms of the chair, slowly making your way to your feet. Joe watched you, undoing his pants and sliding them and his boxers down his legs just enough, his length now on full display. You went to get on your knees, assuming that’s what he wanted but he held up a finger, shaking it and his head before spinning his finger.
“No darling, turn around.”
You did, your legs almost giving out but he grabbed onto your hips, steadying you. Joe slid your skirt up to your hips, pulling you back onto him, his cock slipping inside you slowly. You moaned as he bottomed out, your ass nestled snug against his hips. Nothing ever felt the way this did, Joe filling you up, stretching you completely, fitting inside you like his cock had been molded for you.
“Shit darling…your pussy is fucking perfect,” he growled against your ear, hands slipping under your shirt again, cupping your breasts as he pressed his hips up into you and your eyes rolled back, head falling against his shoulder.
You grabbed onto the arms of the chair, using it as leverage as you lifted your body and lowered it again, riding his cock. You relished the soft grunts and groans he released against your neck, his teeth nibbling the tender flesh there. When you took his full length in again, you rotated your hips, gasping as he hit all the right places within you.
“Fuck, my pretty girl,” Joe hissed, “keep doing that. So good…”
You didn’t need telling twice. It was so fucking good. Joe kept one hand on your breast, teasing your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. His other hand traveled down along your stomach, under your skirt and back to your clit. You had no control, over stimulated, lost in the intense sensation throbbing through your body. The minute his finger brushed your clit, you cried out and his hand that had been teasing your breast clapped over your mouth.
“Darling, don’t want us caught,” he reminded, groaning deeply as he rocked his hips, matching your rhythm, his finger brushing over your clit, alternating between back and forth movements and circles until you were mewling, back arching, completely undone. “Gonna come for me again, love? Yeah, you are. Come on, beautiful. Be a good girl for me and come all over my cock.”
You shrieked against his hand, back arching, body rigidly shaking as Joe kept hold of you, keeping you from slipping down off of him. Your knuckles turned white as you gripped onto the chair for dear life before collapsing against him.
“That’s my girl,” he hummed, both hands grabbing onto your hips as he thrust up into you hard and fast. His breathing picked up, low grunts rising out of him before his fingertips dig in hard and you felt him fill you. “Fuck…Shit…”
You melted into him, your body refusing to cooperate. Joe’s arms came around you, holding you against him, his lips pressing against your shoulder, your neck, your cheek. Your head rolled and you wondered how in the hell you were going to get up. Just sitting here, nestled against Joe, sounded perfect right now. Your legs had lost all function.
“You are so fucking amazing, darling,” Joe growled, nipping at your earlobe. “Jesus Christ, I love you.”
“I love you,” you gasped quietly, “but I can’t walk Joe.”
A laugh rumbled in his chest, “Then I did my job.”
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Stumblin' In
a/n: Well...it's been...a while. heh. Sorry. I've been going through a lot. On here (the accusations...) as well as in life. Latter keeps me busy to no end. It's exhausting...but I'm back.
beta-reader, editor, partner in crime: @barfightzanddiscolightz
warnings: mentions of previous injury, rpf, fem!reader, cuteness overload
wordcount: 2.2k
part 1 - part 2 - part 4
Part 3
You let yourself fall face down on the sofa with a loud sigh. The last few days had been nothing short of exhausting. Your back and neck still hurt, and the concussion had caused some nightmarish migraines that had left you unable to work. So, you spent your days in your dark living room, accompanied by your two cats, Freya and Kiro. Freya, a chubby lady with a moustache who you had had to put on a diet, was sitting on the back of your sofa, silently judging you. Kiro, your long-haired void of a cat, sat next to you, purring in your ear.
When you had come home from the hospital almost a week ago, they had greeted you with loud, screaming meows as if they had been starving. Your dad had been looking after them, cuddling them and feeding them generously. You also knew that he had given each of them a little treat every time before he left. So much for starving. Total drama queens - Both of them. But that's just Freya and Kiro, you wouldn't trade them for any other cats in the world.
Today had been your first day back at work and you wished you hadn’t gone. Your migraines had stopped the day before, but your body was still killing you. Groaning, you pushed yourself up to sit properly on your sofa, your legs sprawled out on its long chaise longue. You took a blanket from the basket beside it and pulled it neatly over your legs. Kiro immediately took this as an invitation to plop down between your legs. You were about to open one of your newly ordered books when your phone buzzed. A new message.
Huffing annoyedly, you picked up your phone from where it lay beside you to check who had the audacity to disturb your precious reading time.
It was Joe. Forgotten were your pain and shitty mood.
He hadn't texted you in days and, not wanting to appear desperate, you hadn't texted him either. That's just the way you were, constantly thinking that you were annoying people with your presence.
Pushing the negative thoughts to the back of your mind and grinning to yourself, you quickly unlocked your phone and read his message.
Bambi on ice! How are you?
You rolled your eyes at his new name for you. You got it, you're a klutz.
Hello to you too, Joe...
I'm fine. How are you?
I'm good. Very busy.
That's why I haven't texted you the last few days. I'm sorry about that.
Oh... you don't have to apologise. It's fine.
No. I don't want you to get the wrong impression. I'm working abroad at the moment, and I only have internet when I'm back in my temporary home. And then I get flooded with messages and things to check as soon as my phone connects to the internet. I didn't mean to forget about you.
You read the last sentence he wrote not once, but twice... no screw it, five times. You'd be lying if you said it didn't affect you. The slight pink tint to your cheeks betrayed you and you were glad no one was around to point it out. You had to change the subject. This is too much lovey-dovey bullshit. You were not ready for this... yet.
How are you supposed to do your hacking without internet? Must be difficult.
Perfect.
All Joe did was send a series of eyeroll emojis that made you giggle.
It's a top-secret mission, you know. We're doing it the old-fashioned way. Infiltrate and then destroy. 😉
All right there, soldier. Top secret. Got it.
But I'll be back in four days!
Amazing! Quick in and out then?
Yeah...something like that.
Hey... I was wondering if you were up for that date you owe me when I get back?
You stared at his question and the blush crept back into your cheeks. Here you were again. Back to the subject you had hoped to avoid, at least for a little while longer.
While you had agreed to go on a date with him, your motivation was more to please him and get off the hook so you could get inside your house. You were knackered and just wanted to rest. Days had passed, and you had been beating yourself up about agreeing. You weren't dating at the moment. You found contentment in the way your life was going. Nevertheless, you had promised him, and breaking a promise was not your style.
Swallowing hard, you let your fingers tap out your response.
Sure! Just let me know when and where and I'll be there 😊
Great! Can't wait!
Me either!
Listen, I gotta go now. Duty calls! Text soon?
Of course! Good luck with your mission.
Thanks! Bye, darling xx
Bye Joe xx
---
Fuck. You had an official date. With Joe. You needed to tell a certain someone.
"Brother in Christ. How are you?"
Of course, your best friend would pick up like that. You pushed yourself up a little, which made your legs move, much to Kiro's displeasure. The cat glared at you, and you quickly apologised with a kiss to his head.
"I'm fine...guess what!", you tried her, gnawing on your bottom lip.
"You finally managed to put your summer clothes in the basement?" she guessed.
"Well, yeah...but that's not what I wanted you to guess.", you snorted and then blurted it out: "I-have-a-date."
"What?"
"I HAVE A DATE!”, you repeated, almost shouting. Since your neighbours were all half deaf anyway, you didn't care that you had just raised your voice.
“Ouch, don’t yell at m- WAIT! You?! Have a date?!”, she sputtered.
"Yes!”, you replied in a breezy voice.
"With who?"
"Joe.", you replied so quietly that she almost didn't hear it, but her gasp gave her away.
"Joe. As in 'your knight in a beige cable-knit jumper'-Joe?"
"Yes!”, you squeaked out, earning a glare from both your cats.
"Holy shit, babes! This is like one of those romance films we sometimes watch on film night.”, she gushed, clearly very excited for you.
"Ugh, yeah. I know.”, you groaned. "I need your help. I don't have anything to wear!"
"Lies! Your wardrobe is bursting at the seams."
Which was true, but she didn't have to expose you like that.
"I know. Can you help me put together an outfit? I will repay you fabulously!"
"Ahhh... just deduct it from the mountain of drinks-debt I owe you. I'll be there in 20 minutes!"
"Wait! The date's not even se-", you started, but she had already hung up. Typical her.
18 minutes later your doorbell rang and there she stood in all her 'hair in a messy bun, oversized jumper, leggings with a questionable stain and the oldest trainers she could find' glory. Her face was sporting a huge grin.
"You look absolutely insane." you pointed out as soon as you opened the door, chuckling. She snorted and pushed past you, heading for your room. You quickly followed, knowing full well that without you, she'd start pulling out pieces of clothing from your closet and throwing them on your bed.
---
She had been rummaging through your wardrobe for almost two hours now and had mentioned that you had 'too many things' at least 20 times, accompanied by an eyeroll, whilst you made yourself comfortable on your bed. Your cats had decided to join you for a while, but the mess she was making was too much for them and they went back to the living room.
She was standing on one of the shelves in the closet, trying to get to the top shelf. It was the most hilarious thing you had ever seen, you had to snap a picture. Without thinking, you sent it to Joe.
Who’s that?
My best friend. She’s a madwoman.
I can see that, and I see how she’s your bestie. You both like to put yourselves in dangerous situations. I bet she’s pulled a Humpty Dumpty before as well.
You snorted at his text, earning a raised eyebrow from your friend who was still standing in your wardrobe. When she saw you were on your phone, she gasped and jumped out of the wardrobe. She quickly made her way over to you.
"Who are you texting?", she demanded, her eyes narrowing.
"Nobody."
"Bullshit.”, she claimed, holding out her hand to you. "Give me the phone."
"No.”, you giggled, trying to crawl away from her, but to no avail. She was very quick and snatched the phone out of your fingers. Her eyes went wide.
"BITCH! Stop sending pictures of me to your boyfriend!"
"He's not my boyfriend!", you argued, snorting and laughing at the face she was making.
"He better be after your date...", she muttered, tossing your phone back at you, which you almost caught with your face. "I've got your outfit."
With a huge grin, she walked back over to your wardrobe and picked up a few stray clothes. Then she laid them out orderly on your bed. It was perfect. Totally you. Totally the opposite of Joe. You'd stick out like a sore thumb.
“Thanks babe.”, you smiled, pushing yourself off the bed and engulfing her in a tight hug.
"Anytime, love.”, she grinned into your hair and returned your hug with an even tighter one.
"Coffee and biscuits?", you asked her as you pulled away and her face lit up all over again. She didn't even answer your question but ran off to the kitchen.
"You better have chocolate chip cookies!", you heard her yell, knowing she'd already opened your cupboard where you stored your sweets. When you heard her excited squeak, you knew she had found them. Shaking your head at her antics, you made your way to the kitchen to join her. You wouldn't trade her for anything in the world, either.
---
When your best friend left, it was already dark outside. You opted for a light dinner which consisted of a piece of sourdough bread, half a tomato, a handful of shredded cheddar cheese and three green olives. Everything was neatly arranged on the plate. Girl Dinner was served.
Walking over to the sofa to read for the second time that evening, you placed your plate on the small table in front of it, sat down and draped a blanket over yourself. Picking up the plate, you leaned back against the headrest and popped an olive into your mouth. Freya and Kiro soon joined you and tried to beg you for some of the sourdough. Kiro was particularly persistent, but so were you. When they finally realised you weren't going to give in, Kiro trotted off to sulk under one of your chairs and Freya retreated to her place on the headrest.
You were just about to open your book when your phone again alerted you to a new message. Thinking it was your best friend letting you know she had gotten home, you leaned forward to grab your phone. But it wasn't your best friend. Joe had texted you again.
Did you have dinner?
Uh... yeah. Why?
Oh, just checking.
What are you doing?
I wanted to read, but a certain someone keeps interrupting.
Oh! My apologies.
What are you reading?
This. *attachment*
Ooh. This looks interesting. What's it about?
Instead of telling him, you took a picture of the summary on the back.
It sounds very interesting. I'll stop bothering you now. Go read!
You're not bothering me, Joe.
Your last message stayed unread, and you frowned at your phone. After a couple of moments, you put your phone aside and finally started reading where you had left off.
---
You were about to take a sip of the tea you had made yourself an hour into reading when your phone beeped again. You wondered who it was. It certainly wasn't your best friend. She had let you know that she had arrived home shortly after Joe had dropped the conversation. You had a hunch, though.
Turning your phone around, you saw that Joe had sent you a picture. With a gentle tap to the screen, you enlarged the photo. It was a book, but not just any book. It was the same book you were reading. Smiling to yourself, you tapped on the picture again and added a heart reaction to it.
Then another message from Joe.
Now we can have our own little book club.
Those nine words instantly made your heart flutter.
Just the two of us?
Yep.
Count me in...
Brilliant! I was hoping you'd say yes. It'd be a shitty book club if I was on my own.
Yep. The discussions would be very one-sided.
And boring.
OK, I'll let you read. I'm sure you're way ahead of me. I just got it and I gotta catch up so we can discuss it on our date.
I'd love that. Talk later?
Of course we will. Happy reading! Bye, darling xx
You too! Bye Joe xx
Grinning from ear to ear, you put your phone down and picked up your book up again. You’d never been happier that you had so mindlessly agreed to a date before.
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