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Come Back… Be Here
Joseph Quinn X Fem!reader
A/N: this is a repost in case it’s familiar to anyone 🫣😭
Word Count: 2.7k
TW// RPF (don’t like it, don’t read it), 18+, oral (f!receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), praise kink, let me know if i missed anything !!
3 months in. That’s all it took for you to realize this was more than a spring fling. You never said anything. You didn’t want to rush in too quickly, but after that trip to the airport, you wish you would’ve.
You knew he would have to leave eventually. He was an actor of course, which meant a lot of traveling and spending time apart. You just didn’t realize how soon it would happen.
His management did most of his scheduling for him, and for that you wanted to curse them for taking him away from you. New York, London, LA, the cycle never ended. And it never failed to leave you alone.
The drive to the airport was quiet, nothing but the radio and the sounds of your breathing as you held his hand in yours. A feeling you weren’t ready to let go of just yet.
You accompanied him inside, savoring every last moment you could get with him before he caught his flight. You sat with him as he went over his emails again and again, making sure he was prepared for everything.
You wanted to tell him. Tell him how much you love him. How you love the way his nose scrunches up when he’s focused. How you love the way his ears get red when he’s nervous. How you love the way his eyes sparkle when he’s excited. How you love how passionate he is about his work. How you love being in his presence, even just for a moment.
“I guess I should get going now.” He blurts out, awaking you from your trance. You smile, getting up from your seat as he takes your hand in his. “I don’t want to go.”
Maybe he’ll say it first? But he doesn’t. He just stares at the way your hand fits perfectly in his. “I don’t want you to go either.” You whisper.
“I’ll be back soon. I’ll text or call every night so you know i’m thinking about you. I-“ This is it. He’s going to say it. “I’ll miss you.” Shit.
He cups your jaw with his hand, admiring your face before pulling you in for a kiss. A kiss that you know will leave a burning sensation on your mouth for the next 2 months.
He pulls back and smiles before walking towards his gate, leaving you to watch him from the wings. You feel a pit in your stomach, the kind that can only be released through tears. But you don’t allow yourself to fall even deeper in your sorrow.
The next week rolls by and all you can do is think about Joe. You distract yourself with work, but everything reminds you of him. He sends thinking of you x texts everyday, but it’s not enough. All you want to do when you go home is fall asleep to the sound of his voice, but time differences don’t allow that to happen.
The week after that is even harder. Fewer texts trickling in throughout the day, other than to tell you where he is in the world. It’s always too far away from where you are.
Your friends can obviously tell how hard it’s been for you to be away from him, so they invite you out for drinks to try and get your focus off of it.
“Has he texted you at all today?” Your friend asks, swirling her glass of wine in her hand.
“Uh yeah, I guess he’s in New York today, London tomorrow.” You respond, looking down at your lap.
“That’s a crazy schedule.” Your other friend laughs. “Hopefully you’ll be able to see him again soon.” All you can add to the conversation is a muted mm-hmm before changing the topic.
All you can think about is how much you wish you would’ve told him how you felt before he left. Maybe he would’ve said he felt the same. Maybe it wouldn’t be as hard to be away from him knowing that you were both in the same place.
The last thing he told you was that he was going out for drinks before catching his flight to London. And of course that got your brain running.
Are there any girls there? Are they pretty? Of course they’re pretty. Is he cheating on me? God, why wouldn’t he? Look at yourself compared to them.
You cut the night with your friends short so you could ‘get some rest’, but in reality your anxiety has creeped up once again, and all you wanted was to lay in bed and mope around.
Once you get home, you decide to call Joe and see how his night went, see if he’s landed in London yet. You lay on the bed, phone sat on your pillow as it rings and rings until you reach his voicemail.
You feel a pit in your stomach when you hear the beep. You decide to try again, thinking maybe he didn’t get to it in time. Hello, your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice messaging system. Fuck.
That’s all it takes for the tears to start flowing and for your head to start spinning. You bury your head into the pillow, muffling your cries as you begin to talk to yourself.
“I guess you’re in London today. I don’t want to need you this way. Come back…” You sniffle a sob back into your throat. “Be here…”
You don’t remember how the night ended. All you know is you woke up with tears staining your comforter as your phone still laid on top of your pillow.
The heavy rain pour outside is the only thing that woke you up. And now you were faced once again with the fact that Joe wasn’t with you.
You check your phone to see if he got your calls, and there’s nothing. Not a single text or call back. You fall deeper into your pillow, trying to cry but realizing there’s no more tears left.
You’re soon awoken from your trance when you hear a knock on the door. You try to ignore it, not wanting to face the outside world today, but whoever is standing there keeps persisting.
You gather enough strength to pull yourself out of bed, ready to tell whoever was on your porch at 7am to fuck off.
When you open the door, you freeze. Time freezes. Your body freezes. Your brain freezes. There stood Joe soaking wet from the rain coming down on him, staring into your soul with those beautiful brown eyes you missed so much.
It feels like hours fly by of just standing in silence before he breaks it. “I love you. I needed to say it in person.”
You don’t even know if you’re comprehending what he’s just said, as you keep your feet planted in the doorway. He pulls you out of the house and into the rain with him.
“I love you, I missed you, and I need you too. I don’t want to leave you ever again.” His hands are placed firmly on your waist as he dips his head down to catch your lips in his. Neither of you caring about the rain consuming your clothes. You pull away, ushering him inside before grabbing a towel to dry him off.
You sit on your bed as he stands above you, drying himself off as much as he can. “Joe…” He turns around, focusing his gaze on you. “I love you too.”
Joe smiles, taking a seat on the bed next to you. “I know you do.” He pulls your hair behind your ear, cupping your cheek in his hand and rubbing softly.
You hold on to his wrist, pulling yourself closer to him before kissing him, deep. Deeper than you’d ever kissed him before. Those imaginary sparks that everyone talks about are flying around the room as you two passionately match each others speed and movement with your mouths.
You pull yourself on top of his lap without breaking the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck while his hands find the small of your back.
You move your hips on top of him, slowly and in some ways involuntarily, as he groans into your mouth.
“Can we?” You ask softly, nipping at the skin of his jaw.
“We can do whatever you want to do. I’m yours.” He responds, sucking light bruises into the side of your neck.
You sit up, removing your shirt to reveal nothing underneath. Without a word, his mouth immediately catches the skin of your tits, making you moan as you play with his hair in between your fingers
You’re still grinding yourself on his clothed cock as you feel it starting to grow. He stands up, still holding your body in his arms before placing you on the bed, left completely naked in front of him. He takes a moment to admire your beauty before ridding himself of his own clothes.
Of course you two have had sex before, well only once, but you never saw each other in such a vulnerable state. The feeling was unmatched, the anticipation of giving yourselves up to the other coursing through your bodies.
He climbs on top of you, returning to the comfort of your lips as he grinds his cock into you. The feeling of your wetness pooling around his tip was enough to make him shudder and groan into you.
“Can I taste you baby?” He moans into your ear. You two had never done that before, and while you were nervous, you felt safe with him. A feeling that allowed you to let him do nearly anything to you.
You nod as he pulls you in for another kiss before sinking his body towards the end of the bed. He pulls your legs apart, moaning at the sight in front of him. You could feel your arousal dripping on to the bed as he spread your lips apart.
“So pretty baby.” He whispers, peppering kisses to your inner thighs. He takes his middle finger and runs it up and down your slit, gathering your slick before popping it into his mouth. “Mmm tastes good too.” Moaning at the sight, you buck your hips up, searching for some kind of friction.
He senses your urgency, and wastes no more time before licking a long stripe from your entrance up to your clit. “Fuck.” You moan out, your hands reaching for his hair.
He looks up at you, keeping eye contact while he gathers yourself on his tongue. He keeps moving his tongue up and down before finally attaching himself to your clit. You scream his name as your grip on his hair gets tighter.
He alternates between licking and sucking on your bud, the sound of your juices mixed with your moans fill the room. He brings a finger to your entrance, playing and circling around it as he looks to you for permission. You moan a please before he pushes inside of you.
He moves his finger slowly, all while continuing to suck your clit into his mouth. Your hips are grinding into his face, pushing him to move faster. And he does just that, curling his fingers every time they entered you again. You feel your orgasm creeping up as your legs begin to shake.
He holds your legs in place, not relenting on his assault on your pussy. He looks up at you again, continuing to push into you. The wave of pleasure comes over you seconds later, your back arching into the ceiling as you scream out his name.
He continues flicking his tongue up and down your pussy to help you through your orgasm. Once you’ve come down a little bit, he moves back up to your face, pushing his lips into yours and allowing you to taste yourself.
“Do you have a condom?” He asks, bucking his hips into yours.
“Birth control babe.” You giggle as he hums in understanding.
He sits up on top of you, grabbing his member in his hand before sliding it up and down your dripping cunt. “Ready?” You nod, grabbing onto his biceps as he slowly pushes inside of you. You hiss at the feeling, still not used to his size. “You okay?” He asks, bringing a hand to your cheek.
You nod, and tell him to keep going. He pushes further, feeling you clench around him. “Hey we can stop if it’s too much baby.”
“No no keep going please. I want this, I need this.” You respond with a smile. He nods, slowly moving more of himself in you until he bottoms out.
“God you’re so tight.” He moans, throwing his head back. “Just let me know when I can move, okay?”
“You can move, I can handle it.” You breathe out. He moves his head down to pull you in for a kiss before slowly pulling out, and gliding back in.
You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you while continuing to move your lips with his. His movements speed up once he feels your body relax under his.
You’ve never been so intimate with anyone before. Not like this. It feels like your souls are connecting and your bodies have become one. The feeling of being so in love with each other in just these short few months was enough to make both of you explode.
“Faster, Joe. Please.” You beg, as he follows your command. He thrusts deeper and faster, all while his gaze never leaves yours. You feel him snake his hand in between you, placing it on your clit and applying just the right amount of pressure.
“I’m gonna cum soon, can you cum for me again baby?” He doesn’t even have to ask, as you’re already on the brink once again.
He rubs furious circles on your clit while thrusting into you. Each thrust hitting deeper and harder than the last. The sound of your moans is all you can focus on, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.
“Cum for me baby, please.” He pleads one last time before you’re moaning his name for what felt like the millionth time today. “God yes. That’s it baby. Such a good girl.” He praises you, attaching his lips to yours.
His thrusts become more erratic, pushing himself towards his own orgasm. He’s panting and groaning on top of you as you keep repeating I love you, I love you, I love you into his ear. He thrusts a few more times before he falls on top of you with a deep groan, the feeling of his cum filling you as you hold him in your arms.
You place kisses along his neck and his shoulder as he comes down from his high, panting into the crook of your neck. The two of you lay in your post-orgasmic bliss, holding each other, neither of you wanting to let go.
Once you two finally reach a conscious state again, he pulls out of you, kissing your neck to distract from the emptiness.
He carries you into the bathroom with him, setting you on the sink while he runs a bath. You think back to what he said when he showed up on your porch this morning, wondering what he meant.
“Joe.” He mumbles an mm as he turns to face you. “What did you mean when you said you needed me too?”
He looks at you, scanning the confusion on your face before realizing you don’t remember what you did last night.
“Honey… you left me a voicemail. Do you not remember?”
You think back to last night before it hits you. You never hung up when you started crying out for him. Fuck. He heard it.
“So you came back because you felt bad?” You ask, tears starting to form.
He walks towards you, cupping your face in his hands. “God no. I was already on my way to you before I heard it. I love you. I fell in love with you in the first month. I love the way your eyes flutter open when you first wake up. Or the way you chew on your lip when you’re really focused. I love your crooked smile, and the way your hair gets messy in the wind. I love you. All of you.”
You smile softly, a tear falling down your cheek as you listen to him. A comforting feeling that you’ve never felt before immediately washing over you. You wrap your hands around his wrists and lean forward to peck his lips ever so gently. “I love you, Joseph Quinn. More than you’ll ever know.”
He smiles, pecking your lips again. “I know, sweetheart, I know.”
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paring: eddie munson x fem!reader
summary: eddie visits you in the middle of the night.
a/n: I had a thought... and this is what came (pfft) out of it. Tried writing smut again and this is what was created! Im sorry If feels rushed I didn’t want to write something too long.
Warning(s): SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI, dirty talk, smut, aggression, rough sex, penetration pnv, dom!eddie, sub!reader, pet names, floor sex, creampie, unedited.
12am on a Thursday night was not when you’d expect your boyfriend Eddie Munson to be tapping on your window. You were up late anyways studying for a test the next day and these questions were driving you insane,so seeing the metal lover in your window wasn't exactly a bad thing. You did scolded him though for coming over so late, stressing that your parents would kill you if they found out you had a boy in your room. But Eddie needed to see you, he had been so agitated all day after Jason had made a specific comment about him practically in front of the whole school. Not only that but tonights D&D campaign was a bust, and it left Eddie feeling irritated. He knew one thing would give him peace, and that was you.
So here he was climbing through your window trying not to be too noisy but failing as he tripped over his feet a little when he made it over the windowsill. You shut your window with a soft ‘thump’ once he was through turning around to see him sat on your bed. It squeaked as he shifted to get comfortable on his side, you stare at him deadpanned not at all fazed buy the cheeky grin he gives you.
“Are you nuts?” you whisper shout. “If my parents find out you're here I will be grounded till im out of collage!”
Eddie chuckled, even when you were a little peeved he still found you adorable.
“Relax sweetheart, I parked the van a block away they won’t know i'm here.” He reassures.
His gaze moves to your bed to see open textbooks and notes scattered all over your comforter. He knew you wanted to work hard to get into a good college when you graduate next month, so studying was the best thing to do. Although he did worry you were gonna burn yourself out. Knowing how stressed you got about the future, which was his other reason for coming over so late. you wanted for him to graduate this year as well, seeing as he had been held back for almost three years, but you had a feeling he would do it this year.
You sigh, giving up the fact that he wasn’t leaving your room anytime soon, you moved to sit on the bed next to him and it creaked with your movements. Eddie had picked up one of the open biology books and amilesly started flipping through the pages.
“how's the studying going?” he asked.
You started clearing up some of your notes out of the way to make more room placing them in a neat pile.
“It’s going fine, s’tiring,” you said.
Late nights like this always left you feeling fatigued when you got your brain gears rolling. Eddie helped you stack your books and notes together in a small pile, you figured now was a good time to stop for the night and spend some time with him now that he was here.
Normally you wouldn’t mind Eddie’s late night rendezvous in your bedroom but, you could tell something was on his mind. You noticed how he would fidget with his rings or bounce his knee when he was anxious about something, and he was doing it now causing you to frown.
“Eds? what's wrong?” you asked.
He’s staring off to the side deep in thought you could see in his eyes unmoving. His head snapped up at you when he broke out of his trance.
“It’s nothing,” he waves you off.
“no, come on tell me,” you place your hand on top of his resting in the sheets.
Eddie sighs, stands up and his back faces you. He knows he can tell you anything and everything but he thought his problems seemed insignificant to your own. Something was definitely bothering him big time. You were patient with him though as you waited for him to finally speak his mind. As he told you all about his day you were nothing but focused on him as he paced back and forth. he left out what exactly Jason had said to him but you could tell it really struck a nerve with Eddie with the way he talked. You wished you could give Jason and his goons a piece of your mind for how they made your boyfriend feel, it wasn’t fair that they picked on Eddie and the rest of Hellfire club just for being different.
“He’s just such a pick! ugh I can’t stand him.”
When he was done he flopped back down to your bed, it creaks and shifts even louder. God you hated your bed, it was so uncomfortable and loud. Eddie lay there staring up at the ceiling with his arms sprawled out. You crawled over his legs to straddle him, his hands immediately find home on your hips and you smile down at him. An idea crosses your mind, you lean down and press your lips to Eddies. He hums in surprise but kisses you back without hesitation.
“Wait sweetheart,” he says pulling away. “We can’t.”
“Why not?” You pout and place your hands on his chest, rolling your hips slowly forward right on his growing bulge. He moans lowly the sound coming deep within his chest, he grabs your hips firmly to stop the friction between you both and you smirk. Aha, you got him. As much as he would love to fuck you senseless right now, it was still the middle of the night and your parents were sound asleep down the hall.
“Well for one, your parents are home,” he says a matter a factly. “and two,”
He sifts under you so your bed moves and creaks under the weight of your bodies.
“Your bed is too noisy.”
“You need it though babe, I hate seeing you this work up, you need it.”
Another epiphany crosses your mind, you stand up facing him. Eddie frowns at you as you dip your fingers in the waistband of your sleep pants and let them fall to the floor. Your underwear was still on as you stepped out of your shorts, your hands reach down to swiftly pull off your shirt leaving you bare. Eddie’s mouth parts slightly his eyes going darker at the sight in front of him. He was constantly in awe at your beauty and thought you were some goddess who he was lucky to worship. He admired your body from afar, lingering his eyes on places he knew would make you blush. The ache between your legs was prominent now as his eyes moved down your body, drinking in your naked form for the first time that night.
“You are so gorgeous baby girl,” he declared truthfully.
Your cheeks heated at the comment, you were suddenly so aware of him staring at you like a starved man ready to devour you. You walk back over to him and sway your hips taunting him, his hands reach up to cup your hips and knead your ass as you stand over him. He leans forward and presses kisses to the spot above your belly button and trailing up. Your fingers thread through his mane of hair and it feels so soft on the tips of your fingers. You can smell his signature shampoo wafting in the air, the husky cedarwood fills your senses and you whine when his mouth reaches your breasts taking your nipple between his lips.
You reach down to the bottom of his hellfire shirt and pull it up over his head as he eagerly gets to work taking off his belt. You throw his shirt on your bed and move off him once more. You grab a pillow from your bed and walk to the middle of your room. Eddie watches you confused before realization stretches across his face. Oh. He quickly gets his pants off the rest of the way before standing up. You got down on your hands and knees and he marveles at how you sick your ass up, you look over your shoulder and send him a wink. Oh. It suddenly clicks in his brain what you wanted him to do. He swallowed thickly and got down on his knees behind you.
“Burry that pretty face of yours in that pillow to muffle those sounds, don't want anyone to hear you.”
You did as you were told as he positioned the tip of his cock at your entrance teasing you by rubbing it sensually up and down your slit collecting your arousal dripping out of your cunt.
“cause Im gonna fuck you hard princess.”
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Your nails dug into your blue carpet as Eddie railed into you from behind, his pace was hard and fast making you want to cry out in ecstacy, but you couldn’t. One sound out of you and this whole thing would be over, that was the agreement. Your face was buried into the pillow you put on the ground for some form of comfort as you panted. A wet puddle of your saliva was forming under your mouth, Eddie was grunting lowly trying so hard not to make any sounds as well from behind you. His hands gripped your waist, fingers bruising your skin harshly. You could feel his cold rings on your hips leaving dents while cooling down your burning skin making a nice contrast of the hotness forming between you both. You occianlay fuck yourself back on him and he lowly moans when you do.
“Yeah, just like that kitten.” he groans.
You knew how badly he wanted this, no, needed this from you. It was a chance for him to let off some steam. Besides, it was good for you as well. You loved when Eddie had his way with you in any way he wanted. He always had a yearn for control and dominance, and you were more than happy to give it to him that when he needed it the most.
You whine a little too loudly your pillow when the tip of his cock hit’s a certain spot within you. He sush’s you bringing his hand from your waist up your back, he grips the back of your neck so he can lean over you more. He bottom’s out of your cunt causing him to groan.
“Sweetheart, remember you gotta keep quiet,” he grunts. “if not i'm gonna have to stop.”
His hips never falter as he whispers to you through the darkness. The only light in through your room was the orange glow of your bedside lamp. Eddie could see your ass and hips perfectly since he had you in the direct light on the floor. It takes everything in you not to moan out his name as he drives his cock deeper and deeper into you.
“Eddie please, faster.” you whisper.
He leans down so his chest is pressed against your back. He moves your hair to one side and his lips graze your ear. You can feel the sweat forming between your bodies as
“So fucking dirty babe, you like me pounding your pretty pussy from behind while your parents are home?”
You nod vigorously into the pillow
His pace is relentless you know he's trying to reach his own climax but he was always thinking of you in these situations. Knowing it sometimes took longer for you to finish, so he’d always would hold back for you. He wanted you to come first always, knowing he’d never truly be satisfied until you were.
Eddie’s fingers move down to your clit rubbing slow hard circles, you moan and can feel yourself getting close and he knows it from the way your pussy grips around him.
“fuckk Eddie,”
“yeah princess? you gonna cum?”
“yes,” you gasp.
Your hands grip the carpet tighter as you feel your realse building causing your knuckles to turn white. Your muffled moans egg him on to move faster and faster. Your head was spinning at the angel he was driving into you, reaching your sweet spot perfectly. He had never fucked you like this before, there was something so carnal about his animalistic side of him coming out just drove you mad and on the tipping point of climax.
“Fucking cum for me baby, coat my cock in your sweetness.” he growls.
It takes everything in you not to scream out while he pounds into you, his breaths are unsteady echoing through your room. At this point you could care less if your family woke up, all you cared about was Eddie fucking you so good it had you shaking. when your orgasm rocks your body you wither and cry out into the pillow. Eddie pulls out and lets go of your hips, his hold on you was the only thing keeping you upright and you slump down to the floor slowly.
Eddie grips your ankles and quickly flips you onto your back so that you’re in missionary. He leans over you, hands on either side on your head cageing you beneath him. You lean up to kiss his lips softly, the ends of his hair tickles your chest as he kisses you back hotly. He lines his cock up with your entrance again and sinks into you. It doesn't take long for his orgasm to build up again as he thrusts into you. Soon enough he stills his hips with his cock inside your cunt, coating your walls with hot cum. He buries his face in the crook of your neck kissing your skin softly. His groans die down after a couple minutes, you kiss his temple and brush his locks away that were sticking to his face from sweat.
You both laid on the floor in a soft embrace coming down from your surging highs. Sweat dewed across your skin, you could still taste his tongue in your mouth from when he kissed you.
“shit babe,” he chuckles.
He slowly pulls out of you and gets up but comes back a second later, you feel a towel cleaning you up between your legs gently. When he was done he throws the cloth in your laundry basket and scoops you up in his arms and brings you over to your bed, getting under the covers and holding you close to his chest. Eddie rubs slow circles on your back as his presses a kiss to your forehead, you tilt your head up to look at him smirking.
“Maybe you should get pent up more often.” you say.
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Hey! Can you do one of Joe where he and the reader are shooting a movie together and they have to shoot a sex scene and they both end up horny? thankss
Pairing: Joseph Quinn x fem!reader
summary: Today's the day you have to shoot the infamous sex scene with your least favorite co-star, Joseph Quinn. And, even if you certainly didn't expect it, you find yourself confusingly turned on by it.
warnings: SMUT: unprotected sex
a/n: Sooo... I tried something here and it's probably not what you had in mind when you requested this, but I was tired of making the reader a simp, so.. here we are. I hope you'll still like it
THE PROPOSAL
You were so bored you thought you were gonna die.
Today was the day. The set was closed. The unnecessary staff was sent home and you were in your trailer, wearing a rope with just underwear underneath, waiting for someone to call you and tell you it was time.
You had to film the sex scene today. The director had been talking about it for weeks and so had your co-starts.
You hated all the fuss around it. It was just pretend-sex, most of the time it was even fun. That was, of course, when the other actor wasn't a total creep, like the time you worked with James Franco and he kept touching you even when the cameras weren't rolling, or, when you didn't despise your colleague, just like this time, unfortunately for you.
It's not that you hated Joseph Quinn entirely, it was just that he was so.... much. Like, he always had something to say or do and he was constantly joking or fidgeting and just being so annoyingly exuberant that you sometimes dreamed about taking his head in your hands and screaming at him to calm the fuck down.
Ok, maybe you did hate him, but you sure as hell had your reasons, and it's not as if he liked you lots either.
It was a miracle you two still hadn't torn the skin off of each other.
from the moment you met at the table read, it was clear you couldn't stand each other, so you started avoiding him, as he did the same.
You thought of yourself as a professional, and being one, you always treated him with respect when you shot together, smiling politely and pretending to not wanna roll your eyes at everything he said. A dream colleague, as to say. him, on the other hand, obviously wasn't a professional as much as you, since he definitely didn't hold back on eye rolls or snarky comments. but it was fine, you could look past that, you were an actor after all, and acting like you didn't want to punch him was a fairly easy job.
The problem now was that today, you had to do a lot more than say a few lines to each other, Oh no. you had to pretend to have passionate and loving sex with him. Wich was a tiny bit diffrent.
You had no idea how you were gonna do it. Being a good actress was something, but this... you needed to be Maryl Streep kinda good to do this.
But there was nothing to do. you had tried talking to the director, telling him that perhaps the scene wasn't necessary, or that maybe it could have been done in a different way, without you in it, for example, but it hadn't worked, and so now, there you were.
"Y/N, it's time" your assistant stated, as she opened your trailer's door.
You took a deep breath "let's do this".
"there she is" Joseph said as you stepped on set "late as always" he whispered to you as you got next to him.
You exhaled through your nose, already annoyed "Hi to you too" you said, giving him the fakest of smiles.
You looked around. It was a nice set, It was supposed to be His character's (Adrian) bedroom.
It looked like the inside of one of those little houses you find in villages in the mountains. The walls and roof were all wood, or at least, made to look like it. In the middle of the room was a huge bed with two wooden bedside tables on each side and there were about 10 candles lit all over the place, giving it a really romantic atmosphere
"Ok guys, you know how this works" The director, Mark, said, stepping closer to the two of you.
"There isn't a script for this scene because I want it to be as raw and real as possible. the only thing you have to remember is that you both love each other immensely" he explained enthusiastically.
"Adrian just saved your life Maya!" he exclaimed, using your character's name.
"And now, finally, you get to be with the man you love, and you, Adrian" he turned to Joseph " finally get to be with the woman you have longed and fought for so long" he said, obviously very into the narrative.
"So I wanna see the passion, ok guys?" Mark asked.
You and joseph turned to each other and raised your eyebrows "Of course" you answered in sync.
You took off your robe and placed it on your chair while also taking off your slippers.
You took a deep breath and turned around, starting to walk towards the bed, but just as you did, you heard a stroked sound coming from your left.
You frowned and turned around, just in time to catch Joseph's eyes scanning your whole body while his mouth opened slightly as he swallowed thickly, clearly hypnotized by your figure.
You smiled to yourself, proud of the reaction you had caused, and pretended not to have noticed him, continuing to the bed.
You got underneath the covers and set up against the headboard, waiting for him.
He was talking to someone, probably his assistant and as she walked away he took off his robe and placed it on his chair, just like you had.
You held your breath and bit your lower lip as your eyes took him in.
How had you never noticed how fit he is?
His arms were strong and his chest was big and muscular. He looked...hot.
Wow, you would have never imagined finding someone you hated so much that attractive. But there you were, in complete awe of him.
Your eyes traveled up his body once again, this time finding his.
Oh no, you thought as you felt your cheeks redden.
He smirked smugly and raised an eyebrow, walking towards you.
"See something you like?"
"Oh please, you wish" you lied, as he got in the bed.
You were side by side, looking at each other, trying to get in character when Mark yelled action.
You didn't have time to even process that before Joseph crashed his lips with yours in a passionate and rough kiss.
It took you a second, but you started to reciprocate, granting his tongue access to your mouth, and pulling him closer by the back of his head.
You moaned softly into his mouth and he put his hand behind your back and let it roam free.
You whimpered at his touch, and as much as you would have liked to pretend you were reacting in character, that was all you.
His hand traveled up to the back of your head and he took a fist of your hair, pushing your face against his.
God, who knew he had it in him?
Without warning and without breaking the kiss he got on top of you.
"You're so beautiful" he murmured against your lips.
You felt butterflies in your stomach and you swallowed thickly.
God, get it together Y/N!
You smiled at the compliment and intertwined your arms behind his neck, pulling him in for another kiss.
He broke the kiss, his breathing ragged, and pretended to position himself at your entrance.
He moved some hair away from your face with a gentle caress and smiled genuinely.
"I love you" he whispered.
You looked up at him with heart eyes(You deserved an oscar after this) and whispered "God, I love you too Adrian", right before he pretended to push into you delicately.
You moaned and started to move with him, simulating the act, making your tits bounce with each movement.
You opened your eyes to look at him and saw how, just for a moment he broke the character, remaining amazed by the beautiful sound you'd just made.
You internally grinned proudly, as you produced another moan, this time louder.
"Oh, Adrian" you cried out, throwing your head back against the pillow and digging your nails into his back.
You could see in his eyes how hard he was trying to concentrate, and you couldn't be happier about how hard you were making it for him.
His eyes kept shifting from your breasts to your filthy mouth and he felt like if it weren't for the cameras pointed at him, he would have cummed there and then, and he hated himself for it. What was he, 13?
But you were just too hot, there, moaning underneath him, biting your lip in ecstasy and shutting your eyes close from the pleasure.
If this is what you looked like when you pretended to have sex, he couldn't imagine what you were like when you did it for real.
You moaned again, this time even louder and he snapped out of his thoughts.
Right, there was a scene to shoot.
"God,Maya" he growled, sending a shiver down your spine.
He sounded so sexy.
he took your hands in his, pushing them against the mattress, and you couldn't help but wish for a moment that this was really happening, and that you weren't just shooting a corny sex scene.
"cut!"
Joseph didn't move.
He looked at you and bit his lip, he opened his mouth to say something but closed it immediately again. You could see confusion across his eyes.
You looked at him with the same stupor and swallowed nervously.
"he said cut"
"oh yeah, sorry" he said, clearing his trough and getting off of you.
What just happened?
"hi" joseph said as he entered your trailer.
Oh no, not again. You had just finished shooting the scene and it had been confusingly both the worst and the best thing ever.
You needed to get away from him to get a clear head.
I mean, it was impossible that you actually fancied him, right?
you hated him.
You hated him, you really did, but that, unfortunately, didn't exclude the fact that you still wanted to fuck him.
Oh god, this was terrible.
"Joe, listen I need to go home, so whether this is, can it wait till tomorrow morning?" you asked, getting up from your chair and taking your bag to show him you were being serious.
" I just wanted to talk"
"about what?" you asked annoyed
"about before"
You swallowed thickly "there's nothing to talk about" you stated, feigning confidence.
"Oh, come on, don't pull that bullshit with me Y/N, I know you felt it too" he said, irritated.
"What are you talking about Quinn?" you lied
"Listen," he said, coming to stand in front of you" I'm not here to declare my love or any of that bullshit, all right?"
You rolled your eyes, there was no point in faking naivete, he obviously had figured you out.
"I have a proposal" he bit down a smirk.
God, he was so hot and so punchable at the same time.
"You let me fuck you this one time, so we can get it out of our systems, and then we can forget about it and go back to hating each other"
You chuckled "You're kidding right?"
"C'mon, I know you want it Y/N, don't play dumb now" he said irritated, as he brought his right hand up behind your neck.
"just once" he placed his other hand on your waist " and then we'll pretend it never happened" he whispered against your neck.
His hot breath sent tingles all over your body.
You never had much willpower anyway.
"Whatever Quinn" you mumbled as you let your bag fall to the ground and grabbed his face, kissing him roughly, your hands grabbing his hair and without doubt messing them up as he gripped your neck and forced his tongue into your mouth, all while stumbling towards the make-up table.
You stopped once the back of your legs hit it and without breaking the kiss he leaned down and pushed everything that was on it onto the ground.
You gasped, most of that stuff was really expensive.
"get on there" he growled, and you did as told.
He smirked and opened his mouth but you cut him off before he could say something stupid "Don't even start, I'm just horny" you breathed out."He laughed softly "Well, then that makes two of us sweetheart" he whispered before going back to kissing you.
He was in between your legs and you could already feel his erection through trough his pants, so you started grinding against it, desperate for any kind of friction.
The bastard grinned at your impatience and abruptly pushed your dress up, starting to caress and squeeze your ass, making you whimper into his mouth.
You desperately started to tug at his belt, trying to get it off him.
"I knew I was right" he smirked proudly and you rolled your eyes, taking the opportunity to catch your breath.
"Shut up and fuck me" you exhaled as you put your hand behind his neck and pulled him down for a desperate kiss.
"gladly" he purred as he undid his belt swiftly and pulled down his boxers and pants.
He kissed you again, briefly before he moved your panties to the side and pushed into you completely, earning a clamorous moan from you.
He smirked and, without even giving you the time to adjust started pounding into you aggressively, making the whole table shake.
Everything he hadn't thrown off of it before was now falling on the ground, and probably you would have hated yourself for it tomorrow, but that was a future you problem, present you, was getting fucked out of her mind and had other things to think about.
"Lemme see your tits" he said as he grabbed the top of your dress and pushed it downwards, revealing your breasts.
He groaned "Fuck yeah", as he continued thrusting into you.
"Oh my fucking god Joe!" you shouted as he leaned down to take your right tit into his mouth, and started sucking on it.
He took your nipple into his mouth and softly bit it, as his left hand made its way to your clit and started massaging it.
You were moaning so loud you were certain people outside could hear, but who cared.
"Oh god, please Joe" you cried out as he kept sucking, thrusting, and massaging.
This man obviously knew what he was doing.
"I-I-I'm gonna cum" you moaned as he let your breast go from his mouth, spread your legs more, and pounded into you even harder, smugly looking straight at you, making your eyes roll in the back of your head.
"That's right, cum on my cock Y/N, make me feel how good you can squeeze me" he groaned.
"Oh fu-fuck" you stuttered as he sped up his hand's movements.
You felt a familiar pressure form your lower belly.
He groaned at the feeling "Oh fuck you feel so f-ucking good" he hissed, clearly close too.
You were getting closer and closer.
"Cum for me baby" he grunted. and you did, a wave of pleasure overwhelmed you as you threw your head back and your eyes fluttered shut while you shouted his name.
Joseph groaned loudly at the feeling of your walls tightening around him.
"Shit Y/N" he whispered, as he continued pushing into you, making you ride out your high.
Just as you came down from it his thrust became sloppy, he was about to come.
"O-Oh,f-fuck" he groaned as he pulled out of you at the last second and his cum shot onto your belly and dress.
That was gonna be hard to clean.
He exhaled deeply and put his head on your shoulder.
You stayed there for a few moments. Just silently catching your breath and taking in all that had just happened.
He chuckled "that was fun"
"it was" you agreed
He pushed himself off of you and pulled his pants and boxers up.
"I still don't like you" you reminded him.
"Oh, don't worry. The feeling's mutual" he grinned.
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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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Don't mind me, just writing my morning Christmas Eve horny thoughts down 💀
Under 18's DNI.
It was quite obviously the middle of the night, the darkness surrounded you tucked up in bed with your boyfriend. You stirred from the sound of muffled whimpers beside you, the slight sound of movement beneath the quilt. Keeping your eyes shut and listening for a minute, you hear what seems to be spit being lathered onto the length of Joe's cock, he smoothers it down from the base and upward making his body tense up, a slight hitch of a moan loudly erupts from his throat and your eyes shoot open as you start to feel the way his fist pumps slowly up and down. Fuck.
You're turned on your side facing him so you edge forward so your mouth's inches away from his ear. "You need some help baby?" You whispered in a low, seductive tone. Joe could feel your presence, a smirk falling onto his features as he felt your hand creep over his, enveloping around his fingers, moving with him. "I d-didn't want to wake you and I couldn't stop thinking about the way your tight little cunt feels when I fuck you." Joe muttered, the deep resonance of his voice showed he had been asleep, but had clearly woke up with a stiff and incredibly hard erection, fantasising about you.
"Let me touch you." Joe's hand instantly released his shaft into yours, you spat onto your hand quickly and mixed your spit into his, skimming your finger tip over his leaking head, Joe bit down on his lip, crumbling underneath the soft touch. "Fuck Y/N, yeah touch me like that."
Your fist now gripped around his length, feeling every vein popping out, enjoying the way his hardness twitched in your contact. Jerking his cock in a swift, fast motion. You stopped. "B-baby don't stop."
"I'm not." You exited downward, the sheets devouring you as you took the tip of his cock between your lips, sucking harshly, making his hips buck up and a couple more inches entering your mouth.
"Mmm, you're such a naughty girl, suck my cock for me." Joe's head fell backward, his eyes rolling, his mouth gaping open as you didn't waste a moment in taking every inch of him inside, his hand grabbed your hair, pushing it up into a ponytail whilst saliva leaked out of the corners of your mouth, the moment you felt the tip hit your tonsils, your choking noises cloaked from the bed covers, the movement of your head sliding up and down. You moved down to his balls, caressing them with your tongue, nibbling on the loose skin and taking them one by one in your mouth, sucking rampantly and slipping them out with a pop sound.
Licking a stripe up from the base and back to the tip, Joe could barely hold on not a few minutes longer. "Let me fuck that slutty little mouth, my cock's aching to cum down that throat of yours. You want my cum baby?"
You smiled against his tip, your lips brushing and he could feel you nodding slightly. "Good fucking girl, open your mouth wide."
You did just as he said and his hand pushed you downward in one fell swoop, your eyes watered as he took you to your limit, gagging against the base of his cock, your tongue lapping around it, Joe's moans were flying everywhere which made you hum with your mouth full. "Yes, yes, yes. Take my cock, take my fucking cock."
His hips thrusted upward, deepthroating you only once more until his cock began to spew pools of cum into your mouth, trickling down your throat as you swallowed the lot, his hand releasing you whilst you rid him through his high, his body spasming, toes curling and within the darkness, Joe could see stars in his vision.
You came back up to where you previously lay. "Thank you my love." His lips found yours amongst the pitch black, tasting the saltiness on your tongue, his cock softening yet still throbbing from the intensity of the orgasm you unleashed upon him.
"Turn over, I need my little spoon." Joe moved his arms around you, caging you to him, a slight sigh of contentment fell from his mouth, he could go back to sleep happily knowing that when he woke again, his cock would probably be buried inside your cunt, fucking up into your walls fast and erratically, hearing the memory of your moans as you attacked his neck when he leaned down to thrust hard, he'd let his imagination begin to run wild once again until that moment came.
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smutty stocking stuffers day one - mr quinn x babysitter!reader
Pairing | Mr. Quinn x fem!reader
Warnings | sexual content (18+ minors dni), age gap (early twenties/mid thirties), unprotected piv sex, dirty talk, riding, drooling, breeding kink, bulge kink, glasses kink, and a dumb little fluffy moment at the end.
Word Count | 2.2k
A/N | seeing joe dressed as a literal teacher in his silly glasses did things to me and it resulted in this because i'm a slut!!! happy day one!
Mr. Quinn throws himself down onto the sofa next to you, huffing out a big sigh. He's disheveled, shirt untucked from his pants and rumpled up, dress trousers crinkled where they'd bunched up around his thighs as he sat. Bags under his eyes hidden by his thick rimmed glasses, curly hair as unruly as ever.
"Long day?" You question quietly, pulling your legs up under yourself, elbow propped up on the back of the sofa, hand resting on the side of your neck comfortably. You can't help but think that even like this, tired and worn out, Mr. Quinn is still the most beautiful man you'd ever laid eyes on.
"You have no idea." Joe groans, pushing up his glasses and rubbing his tired eyes until he's seeing stars, letting his glasses slip back down once he's satisfied, "How were the boys for you? Good, I hope?"
"Henry was a bit sad at bedtime so I popped on his little Superman nightlight," You explain and Joe winces, knowing Henry only ever had his nightlight on when he'd had a hard day and missed dad, "Tommy was fine, said he wanted a chocolate bar at bedtime 'cause mummy's babysitter usually allows it, but he wasn't fooling me."
Joe laughs at that, his smile reaching his eyes and it makes your heart flutter, because that didn't happen often. When he was genuinely happy, he was ethereal, like a completely different person.
"So... I know you said you don't do Christmas presents but," You start, and Joe scrunches his nose up at you, getting ready to protest, "shut up, don't say anything. You've been so good to me this year, Mr. Quinn, you've paid me far too much, always left food for me, even let me stay over when it's been harsh weather and I've been too frightened to drive home. So, there's a gift under the tree for you. You don't have to open it til Christmas, but it's just a token of my appreciation for you."
Joe slaps a hand down on your thigh and rubs it a little, a soft gesture he'd done a million times before when you'd gone out of your way to do something you didn't necessarily need to, unaware of how much it made your heart skip and your mouth run dry. He huffs out a little sigh, "I didn't get you anything, darling. This was very unexpected, thank you."
You lock eyes unexpectedly, and your breath hitches. You realised your relationship was odd for a babysitter and parent, you were close - comfortable. Always respectful, a boundary had never been crossed.
But. Joe had heavy eyes, like he was tired and wound up and like he needed... relief. You wonder when the last time was that he'd ever been pleasured by anything other than his own right hand. Hell, you're not sure he even had dealings with his hand. He was a busy man, no time for anything but work and his kids, surely he was overdue some much needed relaxation.
In your daze you hadn't noticed Joe's hand rising higher, sitting snug in the crease of your thigh where your belly met it, comfortable there in the heat, still not pushing any further than that. Joe's hand was a flame and you were alight.
You don't know who closes the gap first but you don't care, Joe's lips slotting with yours like they're meant to be there. The scruff of his beard tickles your top lip and your chin, tinged slightly with the faint smell of leftover cigarette smoke. It's intoxicating, enough to have you lunging forward and crowding into his space, pushing against him until he's knocked back against the sofa arm and you're mounting him.
You rock your hips down into Joe's, only the thin fabric of your panties and his pants separating your skin. You silently thank yourself for wearing a plaid skirt with knee high socks on this particular day, you never usually dressed up so well for babysitting, but you'd had some spare time in the morning to doll yourself up.
"Tell me what you need, Mr. Quinn, I can be so good for you, please," You beg in between kisses, rucking up his silly little sweater and his crumpled shirt so you can feel at his soft belly, trace your fingers down his happy trail to the waistband of his slacks, until he's moaning against your mouth, gripping at your hips.
"Pretty girl, what're you doing to me," Joe's voice is deep, gruff with want and it makes your cunt quiver, "need to feel that pretty pussy, please?"
And who were you to refuse such a pretty man such a simple request? You would usually draw this out, expect to be touched and taken care of beforehand, but Joe's sleepy eyes filling with lust for you, mixed with his little begs were enough. All the other parts could wait for another time, if you ever got another time.
"I've thought about this for so long," Joe gasps, eyes going wide as your fingers dance along the hem of his pants, working the button and zip with ease as if you'd done it a thousand times before, "what would a darling girl like you want with a man like me, hmm?"
Joe emphasizes his question by tugging at your chin with his thumb and forefinger, pad of his thumb grazing your kiss swollen, plump lips, and you can't help yourself. The tip of your tongue slithers out, engulfing his thumb with the wet heat of your mouth. Joe groans, presses down on your tongue until you're gagging. It's filthy, the way he keeps the pressure until you're drooling from the edges of your lips, keening into him.
You let his thumb slip from your mouth, a string of spit connecting them as you pull away, making hasty work of ridding him of his clothing. He tilts his hips up to allow you to slide the offending material down his thighs, leaving them bunched just below his ass. You had no patience; you couldn't wait any longer.
His cock slaps up against his belly, and the sight before you is enough to make your mouth water. He's uncut and thick, alluringly so, and you should've known if his fingers were anything to go by, you'd caught yourself lingering before, on how big his silver rings were, how his hand would engulf a glass. Your cunt quivers, knowing he's going to be a stretch.
You grasp a hold of his cock with your nimble fingers, sliding the foreskin down until the shiny, pink mushroom head is exposed, a blurt of precum dribbling from the slit. It's so pretty, so fitting to Joe and the rest of his body, it clouds your brain.
You slip the head between your slick folds and bask in the way that Joe watches your bodies connect in awe, brown eyes glassy behind the thick rim of his glasses. He's watching your cunt catch on the head of his cock whilst you watch him staring, until you're sinking down on the length in one fell swoop, causing Joe to squeeze his eyes shut and choke off a moan.
"Young thing like you always this wet?" Joe groans, fingertips digging into your hips as you rock back and forth, using his pubic bone as friction on your clit, making you gasp and shudder as you struggle to adjust to his size, "God, darling, never thought I'd get to see you like this."
You moan quietly at Joe's words, throwing your head back as you use your knees for leverage and start bouncing up and down, slowly and barely even letting a few inches slip out, torturing him, almost, "Didn't think you, fuck, wanted me, Mr. Quinn. I was basically throwing myself at you."
Joe's hands leave your hips to roam up your loose sweater, grasping at every soft line of your body, gentle fingertips running along your belly and pressing down until you're gasping for air, "You feel me there, darling?" He makes a point of pressing down again, until you're crying out and your hips stutter, "Deep, right? You take me so well, such a good little thing."
Of course you can feel him, he's so deep you feel like he's in your throat, so thick your walls can't help but clamp down on him, your whole body hot with a prickly heat, "You're s-so big, can feel you everywhere," you cry, bounces becoming increasingly quicker, Joe's hands rising up further to cup at your tits through the thin material of your bralette, thumbing over your hard nipples, making you gasp.
"You want me to come in you, pretty girl? Would you like that?" Joe's voice is almost cruel, and you nod your head fervently, needing to be filled with his release, you want to feel him leaking out of you, you need it, "Fill you with my come and put a baby in your belly, yeah?"
You cry out, hands grasping at Joe's sweater and tugging, your eyes connecting with his own, blown out underneath the thick rims of his glasses, "You can't - can't say that, Mr. Quinn," You moan, the coil in your belly suddenly tightening unexpectedly, the spongey spot inside of you constantly being assaulted as you ride him, "Please, please. Need it, please."
"Gonna pump you full of my come and make you a mummy, yeah? You'd like it, I know you would," Joe's grin is salacious, he knows what he's doing and you can hardly stand it, your mouth opening in a silent moan, overwhelmed by Joe's dirty words and the filthy sounds coming from your cunt sucking him in, your sweaty skin clapping and echoing into the otherwise quiet room.
"Joe, please, I-" You barely get the words out before the coil in your gut is snapping and you're coming with a loud cry, walls spasming around Joe's thick cock as your vision turns white, your ears ringing. It's earth shattering, the way it just keeps coming, your body going limp under his touch.
"Good girl, that's a good fucking girl," Joe's voice wavers, his arm snaking around your back to hold you there as he pistons his hips up from below you, allowing you to go floppy so he can use you how he likes, fucking you so hard you're wailing, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.
He comes with a gruff grunt, cock pulsing and filling your aching walls with his load, one hand digging into your thigh and the other gripping at your back so tight you know he's going to leave bruises. You can't find it in you to care, you hope he leaves his marks behind, as a solid reminder he was ever there to begin with.
You lay on top of him in stunned silence, the only noises being both of your panting breaths as they begin to level out, Joe's spent cock slipping out of you unexpectedly and making you hiss. You're not sure when Joe's grip on your back turns into a soothing rubbing motion, but you keen into the touch, like a cat getting stroked.
"That was... maybe a mistake," Joe's quiet voice startles you, and you can't help the sinking feeling in your chest, but you might've expected this to happen, "I took advantage of you there a little, darling. I'm sorry."
"You didn't," You speak abruptly, looking up at him through hazy eyes, unable to stop the clenching in your chest when you notice how soft and relaxed he looks despite his words, "You didn't take advantage of me, Mr. Quinn. I wanted this to happen, I wouldn't of let it if I didn't."
"I think we're well past Mr. Quinn now, sweetheart," Joe tries at a joke, scrunching his nose up cutely, the bottom rim of his glasses digging into his cheeks. You laugh anyway, an embarrassed flush taking over your features, "And, uh about the... baby stuff-"
"I have an IUD, Joe," You interject before he can even finish his sentence, and you have to bite back a smirk at the way his body sags under your weight with relief, "don't worry about it. But I liked the dirty talk, it was nice."
"'Nice'," Joe bristles, grinning up at the ceiling, "Are you free next Saturday?"
You look at him, puzzled, "Joe, I don't babysit for you on Saturdays."
Joe laughs, "Think it'll have to be my mum for this one, seeing as my babysitter is busy, she's going on a date, you know?"
Your eyes widen momentarily before you regain composure and join in on the little bit of banter, "Really? Is she? Who's she going on a date with, is she going anywhere nice?"
"Ach, nobody really, just some worn out school teacher who's a bit of a loser," Joe looks down at you, wiggling his brows and eliciting a gentle giggle from you in return, "I was thinking SoHo, there's this really nice restaurant that does the most incredible beignets."
"Oof, already talking about deserts? A man after my own heart," You fawn, unable to wipe the stupid grin off of your face, "I think she'll really enjoy that."
"Good, that's what I hoped for. I'm kind of wanting her to stick around."
(the biggest of thank yous to @munsonquinns & @chainsawmunson for being my biggest cheerleaders and spurring me on to write and post this 🖤)
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Love Me, Anyway
Pairing: EddieMunsonxReader
Request: Joseph may have always grown up dreaming of having children and being a great father to them, and he plans to propose to his long-time girlfriend soon, just in time for her to find out that she will never have children because of a health problem related to her, and she decides to leave him, even though she loves him very much, thinking that she cannot give Joseph the life he wants.
Trigger Warnings: Infertility
You dragged yourself up the stairs of your apartment complex, each step feeling like a journey of a thousand of the most difficult miles of your life. Your body was a balloon and you were trying to keep all the air inside. Your arms wrapped around your stomach as if you could hold yourself together, keep yourself from falling apart. The news you’d received an hour ago had been a deep and crushing blow to your soul.
You failed. You were a failure, broken, incapable of doing the one thing that a woman was supposed to be able to do, that women had been doing since the dawn of time. Your entire world, the future you’d envisioned for yourself, crashing down in an epic, heart shattering explosion before your eyes. A piece of yourself was gone and you would never get it back. You’d failed yourself and worse than that, you’d failed the person you loved more than anything.
On autopilot, you dug in your purse for your key but when you inserted it into the lock, you were surprised to find the door was already unlocked. Shit. That could only mean one thing. You couldn’t do this. Not yet. You’d been hoping to drown in your misery, sob in silence where no one could hear you, prepare yourself for the inevitable second heartbreak, the one that was going to shatter your heart into a million pieces that could never be repaired again.
The briny smell of garlic and the tang of tomato fills your nose as you push open the door and enter your apartment. Jack Johnson’s ‘Better Together’ plays over the speakers in the kitchen as you catch sight of Joe, his back to you as he stirs sauce in a pot. Just the sight of those brown locks, curling gently at his neck, those broad shoulders underneath a cream sweater. Not just any cream sweater, your favorite one, the one that feels like you imagine a fluffy cloud would feel under your fingers.
“And all of these moments just might find their way into my dreams tonight. But I know that they'll be gone when the morning light sings,” Joe sang softly as he swayed, pouring the contents of the saucepan into the skillet.
He always said he couldn’t sing, that no one would want to hear him. But that was a lie because you loved to listen to him. His voice was your favorite sound in the world, usually so soothing, a balm to your soul. But tonight it was like torture, a voice that hissed in your ear, reminding you of all the things you couldn’t have. That picture the two of you had painted, the plans you’d made, the future you’d longed for, it was all gone. A blade had been taken to the canvas, shredding it until nothing was left and you were going to lose everything that mattered to you in a matter of hours. How would you ever survive such unimaginable loss?
Joe would never stand in this apartment again after tonight. He would never cook another meal for you, the two of you would never spend the night cuddled up on the couch watching movies, you would never tumble into bed with hands desperately grabbing for each other. This was the end. No happy ending for you. No prince whisking you off to your happily ever after. Your story was going to end painfully, brutally, and you had to accept that because you couldn’t do this to him. You couldn’t deprive this man you loved so much of the one thing he’d always wanted so much.
“Joe…” you said softly, three small letters, one syllable that your voice struggled to make.
The pan clanged as he spun around, his hand coming up to his chest, “Jesus darling, you scared me.” He laughed, his hands finding your arms, pulling you in, tucking you into the safety of his chest. Your cheek ran over the soft material of his sweater, your nose breathed him in, trying to absorb every minute detail of this moment that could be your last. “I was trying to surprise you with dinner but you surprised me. I didn’t expect you home so soon. Don’t you normally get off work at five?”
“Yeah,” you managed, unsure how, his arms the only thing that was keeping you from sinking to the floor. “I had an appointment today so I left early.”
“Appointment?” Joe pulled back, hands gripping your biceps, chocolate button eyes full of concern, concern that only fractured you that much more. “What kind of appointment? You didn’t mention anything. Is everything alright?”
“No…I mean, yeah…I mean, everything’s fine,” you lied, your eyes closing as you inhale slowly through your nose. You had to stay strong. You had to hold yourself together just a little longer, enough to do what you had to do, and then you could let yourself crumble. “It was just a routine appointment with my gynecologist. It didn’t seem worth mentioning and I didn’t expect to see you today.”
“Well, I didn’t say anything because I wanted to surprise you.” Joe releases his hold on you, leaving you cold, slipping under, into the darkness, desperate for his arms again. He waves his arm toward the stove. “I am making puttanesca, your favorite, and I got us a great bottle of wine.”
“Fancy. What’s the occasion?” you mumbled, your hand grabbing onto the counter, bracing yourself. You were drowning, flailing, struggling to keep your head above water.
“You,” he mused with a lopsided smile, his hands locking around the small of your back. Soft, plush lips brushed over yours so gently that you had to swallow down the tears that were fighting like a flood raging against a dam. “You’re the occasion, my love. You’re always the occasion. Do I really need a special reason to have a romantic evening with my girl?”
“No…of course not…”
“Have a seat and relax. I’ll make you a plate and pour you a glass of wine.”
Just do it, you told yourself. Get it over with. Rip off the band-aid and let the wound bleed. It would only be harder if you allowed this romantic evening he had planned to continue. Better to just do it. He would leave. You could fall apart and Joe would have the opportunity to move on with his life, to find someone who could give him everything he’d ever wanted because it wasn’t you. It couldn’t be you. Not anymore. You were broken, defective, and this man deserved a woman who was whole.
Your brain may be on board but your body was not. Your feet took you to the table, your knees bent as you sat in the chair. Your heart was desperate for one more evening, one more dinner, one more moment where it could pretend that everything was okay. Where it could gaze upon that perfect face, the face you never tired of looking at, and know that it was yours. Just a bit longer and then you would let him go because it was the right thing to do.
Joe set your plate down in front of you, the pasta dish looking delicious, but your stomach twisted violently. You didn’t think you could put anything in your mouth right now, bile rising up in your throat. Shit. Were you going to be sick? No. You swallowed it back. Inhale through your nose, exhale through your mouth, inhale through your nose, exhale through your mouth. The urge dissipated and you sighed in relief, picking up your fork, moving the food around, hoping he wouldn’t notice that you weren’t actually eating.
“How was your meeting?” you asked, hoping it would get Joe talking because you didn’t trust yourself to say much. You were hanging on by a thread, a breath away from completely coming undone.
Joe took a sip of wine, grinning widely, “Really well. Really well. I am excited about this project. The script is amazing, really dark and unique. It’s a real psychological trip. Great fun but also mind fucking in the best way. It’s different from anything else I’ve ever done.”
“Good, I’m glad. I know you’re trying to have a really diversified body of work.”
“I am. I don’t want to get pigeon holed, you know? If you’re not careful in this business, you get typecast. I was worried after Stranger Things. Don’t get me wrong. That was great fun. I loved the cast and crew on that show and I am so grateful for the doors it opened. I wouldn’t have the opportunities I have now if it weren’t for that role but the way it blew up, the love the fans had for Eddie…it just concerned me that I wouldn’t get taken seriously as an actor. But I feel like I’ve done a good variety of roles now that have shown the range of my skills.”
“You have,” you mumbled into your glass, taking a long drink of your wine, willing it to calm your nerves, to relax your muscles. “When will filming start?”
“In four months,” he answered, mistaking the look on your face, thinking it was concern about him traveling for work. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’ve been through this before. I’ll fly back when I can and I’ll fly you in to visit. Filming will probably take a little over three months. Besides, I predict you could be quite busy while I’m gone.”
You looked up at him in confusion, “What do you mean?”
Joe’s lips pressed together for a moment and he suddenly looked nervous. His head tilted to the side, those beautiful lips curving into the sweetest smile. Leaning forward, elbows resting on the table, those soft brown eyes meeting yours.
“Darling, I love you so much.” A weight so heavy it was going to crush your heart slammed into your chest. “These past two years have been the most amazing year of my life. I can’t imagine doing any of this without you. I want you by my side always. You make me better. It’s been so hard knowing who I can trust, who is genuine but never with you. I know you love me. You don’t care about the fame or the money or any of the celebrity bullshit. You just want me. You’ve been my safe place. You’re my home and I know, without a single doubt, that you always will be. You’re the person I want to come home to. You’re the person I want to sleep next to every night and the face I want to see when I open my eyes every morning.”
He rose from his chair, coming around the table to stand in front of you. Your heart hammered in your chest, blood rushing so forcefully you could hear it whooshing in your ears. Joe’s hand slid into his pocket, revealing a small velvet box and you whimpered. No. This could not be happening. Not now. Not today.
This beautiful man lowered himself to one knee, opening the box and presenting the most beautiful, simple princess cut ring to you. Emotions lodged in your throat, strangling you, cutting off your air supply. Your eyes widened, hysteria taking over. Hand clutched at your shirt, pulling it away from your body as you tried to tell yourself this wasn’t real. This wasn’t happening.
“I knew from the moment I met you that night at the pub that you were my forever. I told Wes I was going to marry you one day and I don’t want to wait even one more moment to start the rest of my life with you. Darling, will you do me the honor of being my wife?”
“I…oh god…Joe…I…this is…what…” you stammered, tears flooding your eyes and spilling down your cheeks.
Grief as you had never known crashed down over you like a tidal wave. This man, this beautiful, wonderful, perfect man was asking you to spend the rest of your life with him and you couldn’t even if it was the one thing you wanted more than anything in your life. You couldn’t do that to him. You couldn’t condemn him to a life that was lacking, a life that wasn’t what he wanted. You couldn’t stand to see resentment in his eyes years down the road, resentment directed at you because his life wasn’t what he’d pictured. You were going to drown in this grief, the tidal wave pulling you out to the deepest depths of the sea.
Joe chuckled nervously, his thumb running over your cheek, collecting some of the tears, “I hope these are tears of joy that you are shedding, sweetheart.”
“Joe…”
The word was a plea, a grief-stricken cry, a desperate sob and then your shoulders were shaking. Your body folded in half and Joe’s arms were instantly around you, pulling you to him. You slid off the chair and down into his lap. His breath was warm against your ear, lips brushing over your cheek.
“Darling, what’s the matter?” he questioned, his voice panic-stricken.
“I can’t,” you cried, shaking your head, your face buried against his neck.
All you wanted to do was stay here, in the safety of his embrace, surrounded by his warmth and comfort, but you couldn’t. You had to do this and you had to do it now. You pushed away from him, wiping your eyes and rising to your feet. Joe followed, standing in front of you, hands reaching out but you backed up before he could grab you.
“Love, what is this? What’s happening?”
“Joe, I can’t marry you,” you rasped, body trembling as you fought back the tears, fought to regain control of yourself.
“What?” He stepped forward and you stepped back again. “Why the hell not?”
“Because…” What reason could you give him that would make any sense? There was none. There was no reason in the world why you shouldn’t marry this perfect creature. No reason you should be causing the pain that was etched onto that beautiful face. “Because it wouldn’t work, Joe. There’s no way this works.”
“Why not?” he demanded, his hand closing around the velvet box, squeezing it so tightly that his knuckles turned white. “Is this about my work? I know my job is…different. I have to be away sometimes but we’ve made it work so far.”
“Joe, I know but it doesn’t work for a long term marriage. I need stability. I need someone I can depend on to be here. I…” You were lying through your teeth but you knew you had to make it hurt if he was ever going to believe you. You needed him to walk away because you weren’t sure you were strong enough to do it. “I need someone that I can trust.”
Joe reeled back as if you’d slapped him, “And what the bloody hell is that supposed to mean?”
“You’re always traveling. You’re always surrounded by these beautiful women. Your co-stars and the models you’ve done shoots with and the fans that throw themselves at you. How am I supposed to sit at home all the time, wondering what you’re doing?”
“When have I ever given you cause to doubt me?” he pleaded, his hands open in front of him as if begging you. If he didn’t stop, you were going to give in. Your heart couldn’t handle this.
“It’s only a matter of time, Joe. What celebrity has ever had a successful marriage? You’re a man. You can only resist temptation for so long. It’s inevitable.”
Those eyes that were usually as warm as a cup of coffee turned ice cold and you knew you’d succeeded. You’d broken the two of you, shattered it irrevocably, just like your heart. Joe would hate you. He would despise you for thinking such things of him but that’s what had to happen if he had any chance of being happy in the future.
“That’s what you think of me?” he hissed, stepping back. “You really think I’m capable of doing something like that to you? You doubt us so much that you can’t see this working? You think we’re doomed?”
“I do,” you insisted, lifting your chin in defiance, putting on an air of strength and resolve that you didn’t have. “Joe, this has been fun but that’s all it was. That was all it was ever going to be.”
With two long strides, he stepped into you, tilting his head, eyes boring into yours, “Bullshit.”
“Wh…what?” you gasped.
“Bullshit. I don’t believe you. You just told me you love me. Fun does not last for two years. I’ve felt you, darling. The way you kiss me, the way you cling to me when we make love, the way you want me,” he growled. His nose brushed along your forehead, moving down your cheek and you shuddered. “I’ve heard you, the things you whisper in my ear while I’m inside you, the promises you’ve uttered while we lay in bed. That’s not fun. That’s forever.”
“Joe, I…please…” you begged, eyes slipping closed when his hand slid under your shirt, splaying over the skin of your back. “Please don’t make this harder than it has to be.”
“Make what harder? Your bullshit break-up? The lies you’re telling me?” His lips molded to yours and your own responded, betraying you, instantly recognizing and wanting him. His forehead pressed against yours with a smile. “See? You love me. So, what is this really about? Why are you trying to destroy a really fucking good thing?”
“You don’t want me,” you cried, eyes slipping closed, tears creating trails of heartbreak down your cheeks. “I can’t be what you need, Joe. Trust me. This is the best thing.”
“Why would you say that? Why would you even think that?”
His arms were around you again, crushing you to his chest. His chin rested on the top of your head, the insanely soft sweater caressing the skin of your cheek. The sweater you were currently soaking with your tears, probably ruining with your smeared make-up but Joe didn’t seem to notice or care as he held you. His grip was like iron, keeping you from pulling away, as if he could stop you from leaving.
“Darling, I want you with every fiber of my being. I have never wanted anything more than I want you, the future we have planned together, the life we’ve dreamed of. You are what I need. You’re all I need. I can’t do this without you.”
“But I can’t give you that future. That dream is nothing but that, a dream, if you stay with me.”
“What are you going on about?”
A sigh of defeat rushed from your lips, knowing you would have to tell him. There was no escaping this. You’d thought you could anger him enough to make him walk away but he’d called your bluff and it was time to put all of your cards on the table. You pulled back as much as you could, tilting your head up to look into his face.
“That doctor’s appointment…it wasn’t just a routine exam. I missed my period. I didn’t think much of it because my periods have always been irregular. But then I missed another one. I thought I might be pregnant but I’m not…I never will be. I’ve also been so tired lately. I’ve had trouble concentrating at work. They ran some tests and I have primary ovulation insufficiency. I don’t ovulate. I can’t have kids, Joe.”
His lips parted, eyes widening in shock. There it was. Now he would know. He would understand. Joe would agree with you. The two of you had dreamed of a future with children. He wanted at least three, a big family. He wanted to be a dad so badly and you couldn’t give that to him. Of course he wouldn’t want you.
“I’m defective,” you whispered, attempting to pull back from him but he simply held on tighter. “I’m broken. You don’t deserve that. How can we be together when I can’t give you the one thing you want more than anything?”
“The one thing I want more than anything is you,” Joe stated, one hand sliding along your back to cup the back of your neck. “I am so sorry. You went through all of this alone? Darling, why didn’t you just tell me? I could have been there for you. I would have gone to the doctor with you.”
“How could I tell you? You’ve made it very clear that you want children, Joe. You have always dreamed of being a dad. You’ve gone on and on about all the things you want to do, the experiences you want your kids to have, when you’re a dad. I knew I was going to lose you if the test didn’t go my way.”
Joe’s face scrunched and you fought the urge to kiss his nose, “Why would you lose me?”
“Joe, are you even listening to me?” you groaned.
“I am. I’ve heard everything that you’ve said. I didn’t fall in love with you because of your ability to give me children. I fell in love with you because you’re perfect for me. You’re everything I could have ever wanted, everything I’ve dreamed of. If we want kids someday, there are ways. We can always adopt.”
“But they wouldn’t be yours,” you argued.
“Of course they would be. Genetics are not everything, sweetheart. Love is. There are so many kids out there who need loving homes, need someone to treat them like the most important person in the world. And we would. You will be an amazing mother, if that’s what you want.”
“I do. I just…I feel like such a failure. My body is incapable of doing the thing that essentially makes me a woman.”
“The ability to birth children does not define who you are,” Joe stated, shaking his head. “Your strength, your kind heart, your beautiful soul…those are what makes you who you are. Anatomy has nothing to do with that. You are the most perfect person I know. There is nothing defective about you.”
“You still want me?” you asked, hardly daring to believe it, terrified the rug would get pulled out from under you the minute you allowed yourself to.
“Of course I do. Darling, there is no one else for me but you,” he asserted, pulling the ring from his pocket once again. “Now, can we try this again?” He opened it, holding it out in front of him. “Would you make me the happiest man on earth and marry me because you are my absolute everything?”
You looked down at the ring and then up into the face of the man you loved. Your friends rolled their eyes when you gushed about how perfect he was but it was true. There was not another man out there who could hold a candle to Joe and there would never be another man for you.
“Yes,” you grinned, nodding. “Yes!”
“That’s the correct answer,” he laughed, one hand grabbing onto your waist, pulling you in for a soft, sweet kiss.
“I love you so much,” you whispered against his lips.
“I love you too and we are going to have the most amazing life together,” Joe breathed, sliding the ring onto your left hand. “You and me forever, darling.”
“You and me, forever,” you agreed, wanting nothing more.
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Because We’re Only Kissing When We’re Drunk.
(Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader)
Based on this song:
Low-key In Love - The Struts
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Story: You and Joe had always been this ‘friends with benefits’ thing- and you never expected anything more from it, he was there for you and you were there for him- that was that. But one night, Joseph said something in the moment that freaked you out and caused you to run off- and he instantly regretted it.. or did he??..
‼️Warnings‼️: mentions of smut, use of y/n, drinking, slight angst, slight comfort at the end, etc. (if I missed anything please tell me!)
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You and Joseph had been friends for quite a while, well I guess you can consider each other 'friends'
If hanging at each other's houses late at night every week, getting completely shitfaced, then hooking up is considered being 'friends' then yeah- you guys are friends..
Really good friends.
To be honest- you guys are totally a 'friends with benefits' thing, but you just both hate that word so much- it makes things seem weirder than they already are.
It started off with one night, your now ex just dumped you- you wanted to distract yourself.
Who better to go to then the first man you called to hang out, Mr Joseph Quinn himself.
It started off as a regular hangout, you crying on his shoulder as he consoled you, you both had a few drinks- then things escalated there.
All that you could remember was waking up, naked in his bed- the shower was running because Joe was in there and you used that moment to escape as quickly as you could.
After that night, things changed.
Soon it became once every few months, to once a month, to a couple times a month-
Now you or him were at each other's houses, hooking up on the couch once a week if not a couple times more.
But neither of you were complaining- and neither of you had feelings for each other.
It was more of a way to escape everything, to just let all the stress of the week fall out.
Through drinks and steamy, naked make-out sessions.
But this time- things were different.
It was a late, Friday night- Joe had texted you telling you how much of a stressful week he's had with work and everything.
Being the good 'friend' you were- you obviously headed over to his place to help him get rid of the stress.
Then it happened.
You were both in his bedroom, he was leaning back against his headboard, you were on his lap- you two were basically just eating each other's faces up.
Nobody and nothing could stop you both at this moment.
the sounds of lips smacking with small hums and groans, the feeling of hot breath on both your lips mixed with the hands roaming- both of you were just locked in the whole steamy moment.
Then it just fell from his lips.
"Fuck darling- I love you so much."
He moaned it out against your lips as his hands were gripping onto your waist and your ass.
Your eyes just quickly shot open at the moment, causing you to freeze-
He didn't just say that did he?- but he did.
It took a moment to noticed you stopped kissing as his eyes slowly fluttered open, his soft brown doe eyes revealing themselves.
You watched as his eyes widened, realizing what he said.
You both never thought you had feelings for each other, at least you didn't think he had feelings for you- you always would agree that this was strictly friendship only.
But apparently Joseph didn't think that way- and you weren't gonna lie, neither did you- but you never said anything.
"Oh shit, I'm so sorry-" he said, only to get caught off by you.
"I should uh, I should probably get going-" you said, just pretty much in shock at what he said as you quickly climbed off his lap and got off the bed.
"Wait- y/n, darling-" he said, his smooth British accent running through your ears as he quickly stood up from the bed as well.
You just quickly shook your head, keeping your gaze down as you quickly grabbed your shoes and sped out the bedroom.
"I'll- I'll call you Joe.. okay?" You said, quickly grabbing your bag while he followed you, and you refused to meet his gaze.
"Wait let me explain please-" he said, but before anything else could happen- you had left, slamming the door behind you to get to your flat as quickly as possible…
As soon as you got to your flat, you started freaking out.
He loved you?!?! No- that's not possible, you guys are just friends- hell, you guys are just fuck buddies!
You weren't freaking out in a negative way- more like in a "holy shit" way.
You never really thought about having feelings for Joe-
of course there would be moments where you would look into his eyes, noticing how pretty they truly were.
Or how hot his messy curls looked in the morning after a wild night-
Or how that little slutty chain would dangle from his neck as he hovered over you.
Oh fuck it- he was hot as shit, and you liked him.
But it was just such a shock for him to actually like you back… but what if he didn't?-
Maybe it was just an 'in the moment' thing, maybe he was thinking of another girl-
Soon all these thoughts were cut off by a loud knock on your front door.
You jumped at the sound, instantly knowing who it was- and you didn't want to answer it.
"Y/n, love- are you home?.." Joseph's beautiful voice rang out through your wooden door.
You just stood in your living room, staring at the door as he continued to knock on it- obviously eager to talk to you.
Soon enough of just standing there, silently panicking to yourself, you just sucked up the courage to go answer the door.
A shaky breath escaped your lips as you headed over to the door, your hand resting on the doorknob before you turned it open.
Your eyes were instantly met with his worried brown doe eyes-
He looked anxious, nervous, like he felt like he fucked up big time- which he did feel.
Your eyes moved down to look at his outfit- he was wearing some pretty good looking flared jeans, a nice button down shirt and his brown leather jacket over it, his hands resting in his pocket as he stood there nervously.
"Can I?.." he said, looking down at you, instantly making eye contact with you.
It was an obvious habit of his with people, making eye contact whenever he talked- just so people knew he was listening to them.
You just quickly broke it, bringing your gaze down to the ground as you gave a small nod, avoiding his gaze once again while he walked into the small flat you owned.
As soon as you noticed his shoes walk onto your wood floors, you slowly closed the front door behind him, continuing to keep your eyes down.
"I- uh, I think we need to talk.." he muttered, his voice soft and smooth as you noticed his feet turn towards you- meaning he was facing you.
"There's nothing to talk about Joe.." you mumbled, your voice quiet as you were too nervous to say anything- afraid that this might be it, the end to everything..
Soon you felt two bulky, firm fingers grip onto your chin, lifting your face up to meet his eyes- which you did.
He had a soft look in his eyes, causing them to sparkle as they looked down into yours- god he was perfect.
You two just stood for a while, admiring each other while feeling your lips slowly move more and more closer together.
"You’re right.. maybe there isn't any words to say.." you heard him whisper, his voice was so soft as it ran through your ears.
You could feel his breath on your lips as his face basically hovered over yours, causing a small chill to run down your spine.
Finally- his lips were pressed against yours, and you leaned into the soft but passionate kiss.
Both your eyes fluttered shut as you stood there, his hand holding your face firmly.
After standing there, slowly but passionately kissing him, you slowly pulled away- your eyes opening to meet his which were so close to yours.
"I love you too Joe.."
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Forbidden Pleasure
Joseph Quinn x fem!reader
A/N: So here I am with another fic after like almost a month. Sorry y'all. I get excited to write for like a week then don't want to for a month. Hope I make up for my absence. And I hope you guys like the fic. Took me a lot of effort to make honestly.
SIDE NOTE: Messed something up so I had to delete and repost! Sorry!!
Credit to @nowadayz for the gif
Warnings: SMUT 18+!!! Minors just go away. (dirty talk, mutual pining, intense kissing, slight sub and dom themes but only if you squint, fingering, unprotected p in v sex, cockwarming mentions, finger sucking.) Some fluff, co-star friends to lovers, not very plot heavy, reader and Joseph practice kissing for a scene. No use of Y/N. Think that's it. It's not proof read either.
Word Count: 2093
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Joseph was your costar. You both were starring in a romance movie about two ex lovers. They were separated when they went to college and recently ran into each other when your character got a new job in the character’s old town. It was pretty cliche, but it was your first film you were starring in so you were excited. Joseph played the love interest. It was your first film where you had to act out a sex scene. You were so unprepared. It’s not like you’ve never been with someone intimately, but acting a sex scene was so much different then actually having sex.
Joseph was nothing, but kind to you about the whole thing. He knew you were nervous about it and was super supportive. He was nervous himself because he was too afraid to admit he was attracted to you. He was head over heels for you almost. He wanted to make the whole scene perfect for you because he had a small amount of hope something would happen between you both. He would have to wait to say anything until filming was ended because you both could be kicked from the movie. He didn’t want that for you.
You were in your trailer, preparing for the scene. It was only you and Joseph and the filming crew on set that day, but you were still nervous. What if you were bad at it? What if you forgot to brush your teeth beforehand? Thoughts were zooming through your head so bad that you almost missed the knock on your trailer door. You got up and opened the door. Joseph was standing there.
“Oh, hey Joe.” You let him in and shut the door behind him. Your palms felt sweaty around him. He was hard to be around. It was almost intimidating.
“Hey, just thought I’d check on you before the scene. See how you’re feeling.” Joseph ran his hand through his hair and gave you a weak smile. Even if the smile was fake, it was still beautiful. God, that smile. It was something you saw in your mind at almost every waking moment. Completely tormenting you all day every day. Everything about it was perfect. Not to mention his eyes. Goddamn he was just a beautiful man. “Hey, you there?”
You shook out of your thoughts and looked up at him, gulping nervously. “Yeah, yeah. I’m nervous honestly.” You walked back to the desk you were at and sat down. “Scared I’ll do bad. Haven’t really had very many praises on my kissing skill in my life.” Joseph looked at you confused. You shook your head. “It’s not important. Don’t worry about it.”
Joseph sat down on your couch in the corner, sitting back and manspreading in a way that made chills go down your spine. You usually hated when men did that. Why is it so attractive when he does it? “I understand. I haven’t necessarily had complaints about my skills, but it’s different in front of a camera. Always a little nerve wracking.” He smiled at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Especially when the girl you’re kissing is pretty.”
You blushed and rolled your eyes, peeking at the time on your phone. “It’s no secret that people don’t want me to do this movie. There have been complaints since before we started filming. One little mess up and I’m fucked, Joe.” You groaned and held your head in your hands. Joseph rolled his eyes.
“Don’t even worry about that. You’re gonna do fine.” Joseph looked at you, an idea suddenly crossing his mind. It was a stretch so he was scared to even ask the question, but you looked desperate. “Uhm, we could practice.” You looked up at him confused. Practice? Practice what? Fake sex?
“Practice?” You asked, still terribly confused.
“Yeah, like practice kissing or something. Like, if you’re so worried you’ll mess it up, we can practice to see how we work together.” He shrugged and sat forward a little. “In my opinion, it’s worth a shot.”
You bit your lip nervously, your cheeks heating up. Kissing Joe out of character? What was he thinking? This is dangerous. Who knows what would happen between you two? The attraction between you two was undeniable. The kiss could spark something dangerous. Something forbidden. “A-Are you sure?” Your voice was meek and shaky.
He nodded and stood up. “If you don’t want to, we don’t have to. Not gonna force you to do it.” He held his hand out and you took it, standing up in front of him. “Look, you set the pace. If that means I don’t touch you, or if there's no tongue, I don’t care. All up to you. I want you to be comfortable.” He looked so kind and gentle. You are lost now. Unable to let the chance of feeling his lips not in front of a camera pass up. It was a need. Not a want. A need. A need clawing at your insides that was getting almost too much to handle.
“U-Uhm, okay.” you gulped nervously and he smiled.
“Okay, what’s the rules then, m’lady.” He held his hands out like one of those wooden dummies you’d draw. “Guide my hands wherever.” You pouted a little and gently took his hands, putting them on your waist. Seemed like a secure spot. He’d have a grip on you in case the kissing was just too much and you passed out.
His hands flexed against your waist, aching to slide under your t-shirt so he could feel your skin. He needed more, but he was going to stay true to his word. The pace of this was up to you. He looked down at you with such patience that it almost made you melt into a puddle at his feet. You usually were not the kind to want to bend at every command a man gave, but for him, you’d do almost anything. His head went down a little, just to get closer so it wasn’t awkward trying to start the kiss. His breath gently fanned against your lips. It smelled minty with a slight hint of cigarettes. It was sinful.
Gently, you pressed your lips to his. His hands tightened ever so slightly on your waist and you stepped closer. Mentally cursing at yourself for kissing like a scared teenager, you deepened it ever so slightly. Both your eyes fluttered shut, noses bumping a little. He couldn’t stop himself. Your lips were just too soft. He needed more. He pressed his lips harder against yours and you let out a soft whimper, pressing more against him. He wouldn’t go too far. Not unless you did. He felt your tongue gently swipe his bottom lip and he opened on a sigh, hugging his arms around your waist.
Reaching up and wrapping your arms around his neck, the kiss turned sloppy. Hot and wet. Teeth clashing. It was primal. A need deep down in the both of coming out after one simple kiss. You moaned into his mouth when he pressed you up against the wall, slotting his mouth hard over yours. You were so fucked. So absolutely mega fucked. He tasted like pure sin. Better than anything you could’ve imagined.
His hands went down to your ass and squeezed softly, groaning and slotting his thigh between your legs, making your knees buckle and fall into him. His hands went down your belly and roughly unbuttoned your jeans. You wiggled your hips slightly as he stuck his hand inside, welcoming the gesture with open arms. His fingers slid to your aching pussy which was now completely soaked. It always was when you thought about him.
“Fuck… so wet…” Joseph groaned into your mouth and moved down to kiss your neck. His fingers found your clit in record time and you moaned a little louder than intended. Just as he was about to go further, your phone rang. He gasped and pulled away. You scrambled to grab the phone and looked at the contact. It was the producer. He was calling you to get ready for the scene. Joseph fixed his clothes and you hastily buttoned your pants back up. No words were spoken between you two and you both awkwardly walked to hair and makeup.
--2 hours later--
The tension was sizzling between you two after the scene. Everyone could tell, but no one was going to say anything. As you got back to your apartment that night, your phone buzzed. It was a text from Joe. You bit your lip nervously and looked at it.
Joey: You better open your front door.
Confused, you opened it and were met with Joseph standing there, out of breath and holding onto the doorframe. Before you could get a word in, he rushed at you, kissing you with such urgency you'd 've been convinced the world was ending. You weren’t going to stop it, though. His hands ripped your shirt and pants off before picking you up and carrying you to the couch. Your ass landed in his lap facing away from him. You took a deep and much needed breath. You hadn’t really gotten one since he tackled you.
He kissed your neck while you shimmed your panties down your legs. His hand went between your thigh and he groaned into your ear. “God, the most perfect pussy…” His middle and ring finger slipped through your soaking folds making you whine and squirm in his lap. He lightly slapped your thigh. “Be a good girl and hold still.”
You nodded and whimpered softly, lolling your head back against his shoulder. He gently rubbed your clit, whispering dirty nothings in your ear, slowly making you come undone. You felt his hard on growing under your ass, making it so hard to not wiggle against it. His fingers were so gentle and talented. Your body quivered against his chest, breath coming out in hard pants. “Joseph… I need.. please!” You whimpered, feeling yourself getting close.
“Cum for me, baby… I want to see it.” he slipped his middle finger inside your pussy, his thumb working against your clit in time with his finger’s thrusts. You felt yourself squeeze around his fingers, Joseph whispering encouragements into your ear. Finally, you cried out and came hard around his finger. He pulled his finger out and pressed it against your lips. You sucked on it obediently, wanting to please him. He reached down between you two and unbuttoned his jeans, pulling his aching cock out.
“Joseph… please….” You whined, wiggling against his cock. You just wanted him inside you. He wouldn’t even have to move, just put it inside you and let you warm his cock. Anything for him. He gently lowered you onto his cock, stretching you out so good. It was a little painful, but it felt so good at the same time. It was a forbidden feeling running through your whole body. Without even thinking, you started bouncing on his cock. It wasn’t even something you knew you were doing.
He grabbed your hips and helped you up and down his cock, grunting and groaning. Your moans echoed through your apartment, a beautiful song only you two would be able to make. You pressed your palms on his knees and rode him harder, whining and moaning, your eyes shutting at his tip pressed against the spot inside you that made you weak.
“That’s it, baby. Use my cock… Use it, baby…” Joseph slapped your ass, making you yelp and go faster, chasing the release you so desperately needed. Joseph moved his hips up against yours, meeting your thrusts and driving you wild. He felt your pussy walls clench around his cock and gritted his teeth. “S-So tight…” Joseph stuttered out.
“I-I’m gonna cum, Joe-” You couldn’t even finish your sentence before cumming hard for the second time. Joseph groaned and felt his release snap, filling you up. You fell back against his chest, your breath coming out shaky and hard. Your eyes shut and your hand went back to behind his head, snaking your fingers through his curls. He breathed heavily and gently lifted you off his cock, setting you back down on his lap, too tired to get up. Turning his arms, you snuggled into his chest and fell asleep. He just hugged you close and shut his eyes.
It was a forbidden thing for the two of you. No one would know until they had to. Forbidden, but so amazing. Forbidden pleasure.
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Happy Birthday
Joseph Quinn X Fem!Reader
TW// 18+, rpf (don’t like it, don’t read it), face sitting, oral (f receiving), fingering, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), this is a repost
You woke up to the sun shining in your eyes, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes you look over to see Joe sleeping peacefully, his beauty making you smile. Today was his birthday, and you had planned on making a big deal out of it even with his protests.
“Joeeee.” You groan as you turn over, lightly shaking him. “Joey!! Wake up, it’s your birthday!” You shake him harder, excitement filling your voice like a child on christmas morning.
He groans in response, throwing the duvet back over your body and pulling you into his chest. “Too early.” He whispers, the morning voice coating his throat.
“But we have so much to do today.” You frown. He kisses the top of your head, wrapping his arms around you while rubbing your back.
“Like what?” His eyes are still closed as he talks to you.
“Well I was gonna make you breakfast, then thought we could go for a walk downtown. Maybe we could go to that ice cream shop you love so much.”
“Mmm I do like that shop.” He smiles, finally opening his eyes meeting yours.
“And we can’t forget all the birthday sex I was gonna give you.” You smirk, and his head instantly pops up.
“Well that wasn’t on the calendar.” You giggle, pecking his lips. “What are we waiting for? Let’s get this birthday started.”
“Of course that would perk you right up.” You laugh, deepening the kiss. His hands fly to your waist, pulling you on top of him without disconnecting your lips.
You place your legs on either side of him, grinding down into his half hard cock. It’s no surprise that the mere mention of sex has helped him grow even a little bit.
“So, birthday boy, how do you want me?” You ask, placing your hands on his chest while he contemplates.
“Well since i’ve got you in position, I think you should climb up here and sit on my face.” You stare at him for a moment while he just smirks and raises his eyebrows up and down.
“But it’s your birthday, shouldn’t I be giving you head?” You ask, cocking your head to the side.
“I thought you said you planned on a lot of sex? We have plenty of time for that later. Now get up here.” You sigh, giving in to him as he pulls your thighs up to his neck.
You hover above his mouth, always nervous that you’re going to suffocate him, and slowly lower yourself on to him. You can tell he’s getting annoyed with the slow pace of your movements, and grabs your hips, pulling you on to his mouth.
“Oh!” You yelp, giggling at his actions. Your laughs soon turn into moans when he slides his tongue from the bottom of your pussy up to your clit. “Shit, Joe.”
He moans an mm-hmm into your dripping cunt, sending vibrations all through your body. He spends a couple minutes licking and flicking his tongue up and down your slit before attaching his mouth around your clit.
“Jesus.” You breath out, your hands finding his head to hold on to for leverage. He sucks your clit furiously before grabbing your hips and angling your body forward. His mouth stays on your bud while his fingers slide through your wetness, toying with your entrance. He doesn’t warn you before sliding two of them deep inside of you.
“Joe! Fuck me!” You can feel him smile without releasing you from his mouth. His fingers start moving rapidly in and out of you, frantically begging for you to cum.
You start to grind down on his face, helping you speed up the process as he curls his fingers inside, hitting that soft spot inside of your cunt. “Shit shit shit. Just like that baby, feels so fucking good. Oh my god.” You’re moaning nonsense as you feel yourself getting closer to release.
He continues his motions with his fingers, moving faster with every thrust. Holding your clit in his mouth, he continues sucking, but now also moving his head side to side earning the most pornographic moan you’ve ever felt come out of you.
Your brain is too focused on the pleasure to warn him about your orgasm before it comes rolling through like a train. “Fucking- FUCK Joe!” Your shaking legs are trying to get away from him as he slaps his hand down on your thighs, keeping you in place. He removes his mouth from you, replacing it with his fingers. He softly rubs your clit in circles, letting you ride out your high until your able to compose yourself again.
He helps you remove yourself from your seat on his face, slowly placing you onto his lap. “Fuck baby. So tight for me.” He moans as you slide yourself down his cock.
You lower your head into his neck, still not quite able to fully hold yourself up, as he wraps his arms around your waist waiting for you to adjust to his size before moving.
Lifting your head from his neck, you look at him and nod, giving him permission to start moving. He grips your hips softly, and slowly bounces you on top of him, eyes locking with yours.
His thrusts are slow and sensual, less frantic than the way he was working with his hands and mouth. He wanted this to last, even with the promise of more to come.
“Feels so good. God I love you so much.” He moans, pulling you in for a kiss. The kiss is deep and passionate, neither of you fighting for dominance over the other. Just relishing in the closeness of each others presence.
You try to sit up, finally regaining your strength, to take over his thrusts with your own body before he pulls you back down to him.
“Mm-mm. Stay right here, want you close to me.” You smile, laying back down on his chest while he slowly moves himself in and out of you. You can’t remember the last time you two had sex like this. Making love. That’s what it was. And it felt great.
It felt like there was no pressure to reach an end goal of an orgasm, although that was definitely going to happen. You were just enjoying the feeling of comfort in one another. You grind your hips slowly, matching his thrusts making the sensation even better.
“God this feels good.” You whimper, as he pecks your shoulders.
“Yeah? You like this?” You mumble an mm-hmm before he grabs your hands, intertwining your fingers with his.
You both speed up your movements just a little bit, both of you feeling your coils about to snap. Attaching your lips to each other once again, you can feel his cock start to twitch inside of you. You both moan into the kiss, a feeling of pure bliss coming over the two of you.
You continue grinding until your coil snaps, a wave of heat rushing over your body at the same time you feel his cum coating your walls. You both continue your slow movements to ride out your highs, never disconnecting your lips.
Once you both are satisfied, you remove your lips from each other, staring into the others eyes with pure love.
“I love you so much. Happy birthday baby.” You smile, returning for one last peck before lifting yourself off of him.
“This is already the best birthday i’ve ever had.” He smiles, pulling you into his arms. “But just so you know, I am going to destroy you later.”
You laugh, pulling away from him and standing out of the bed. “Food first.”
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okay but.
here with me reader would try and get Joe to do the orange test, you know the one that was running rampant on tiktok where the s/o's would get their people to peel an orange for them, to test them. she would have the camera on her, of course, bc privacy and after would ask if he'd be okay with her posting it.
18+ rpf, sexual innuendos and mentions. smooching. minors dni or be kicked.
but anyway he would. you'd just be like, "Ugh."
Joe, being on his phone not posting on social media of any kind, turning his head, going, "Hm? What's that, then?"
"I have a dilemma."
Thinking it's serious, drops his phone and turns his body towards you. "No idea if I can help, but..." Knitting his brows, "What is it?"
Taking a deep breath, you let out a sigh. "...I really want an orange."
Seeing that it's not as serious as he feared, his lips purse, eyes lighting up with amusement, "Oh?" he says, on the breaking edge of a laugh. "That's... I think we have some."
"I know we do."
"... Okay."
"....I don't want to peel it, though." Throwing him a pitiful pout while she's at it.
His brows raised, "Oh. Oh, I see." His lips stretch across his face in a smile, "That's... Yeah, that is a dilemma. That's...way up there. I'm glad you felt comfortable enough to tell me, that's.." The camera catches you letting out a soft scoff. "That just shows me how much trust you have in me, I'm very touched by that." Giving away to a giggle, shaking his head, "Okay," he lets out, heading toward the fridge, "You're cute when you're ridiculous, you know."
At that, you give in to a true laugh, looking at him as he pulls an orange out, "Wait, what are you doing?"
He scoffed, looking at you as if you suddenly grew a whole other head. "Peeling an orange for you, obviously! Come on, like I'm not?" Going to the counter, reaching into the drawer and getting a knife.
"Oh, I wanted it peeled--"
"Don't, don't..." his lips quirked into a smile, shaking his head, slashing at the skin, just enough to give him a good edge to it, peeling it more with ease. "See?" he said, his big brown eyes looking over at her. "Don't question the master in the kitchen, darling."
Your lips spread in a wide grin, looking over at him in awe. "Is that one of your personal life hacks when it comes to orange peeling?"
"Yup!" he announced proudly, going through the orange with ease. "My mum taught me this, because..." he raised his hand, his nails not exactly long. "Comes in handy, especially..." He said, gathering the peeled orange in a paper towel, walking toward you, the victor. "...when I have a very cute girlfriend that wants an orange so badly and pouts in a way I can't let pass."
"Shut up," you let out, but you're smiling, in the way he really loves.
Reaching toward you, he suddenly chuckles deeply, tongue peeking out and wetting his lips. The orange at this point in tact and whole, giving you a look, poking his finger through the center of the orange, making it spread apart. "...remind you of someone?"
Your eyes widen, shock clear in your tone, "Oh my god, shut the fuck up!" Your outrage lost in the contagious cackles of your boyfriend, head bent down and shoulders shaking, the unmistakable laughter overtaking you, as so often. Which only makes their laughter last longer, rasping amongst each other until you feel him bend down and kiss the top of your head. Which makes you look up at him, teary eyed and breathless and he offers you the first slice. "...are you feeding me the orange, now?"
"Yes, I'm feeding you, now shut up and take it."
You snorted, "Remind you of someone?"
He cackled, "Fuck, it does. That wasn't even... I wasn't even thinking of that, that's brilliant. But come on, take the damn thing—shut up."
Forcing the laugh down, you cleared your throat. Taking the orange slice in your mouth, humming approvingly at the sweetness of the fruit, the juice that flowed along your tongue. Smiling at the feel of his thumb over your lips, and your eyes looking up at him, with adoration as you chewed and swallowed. "You're very sweet."
"Yeah?" he asked with a smile, taking a slice for himself, humming softly. "As sweet as this orange?"
"Hmm..."
He blinked, "Hmm?"
"Mmm...."
His eyes narrowed, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to your lips. Soft and warm, wiping his hands off his shirt while grabbing the back of your neck to hold you still, the kiss deepening with a moan from him, tasting remnants of the orange but also a taste that was unmistakably... You.
His tongue plays against yours, and you feel yourself melt, absolutely crumble against his taste on your tongue and the haze that he always brings to you settle in. You forget your phone recording as your hands grip at the plain white shirt he wore that day, fingers digging the fabric and pulling him closer, humming softly at the feel of his fingers digging into your hair, taking a firm hold and head pulled back just a bit.
The feel of his teeth along your bottom lip, the flash of your pout flashing across his mind as he bites your lip and gives a pull, getting a whimper out of you. Making him grin a bit too proudly. Pulling away as he pecks at your lips, chin, giving a biting kiss at your neck.
"Jesus," you let out, pulling away in a daze, finding his eyes again, you smiled. "....okay, you're sweeter."
"Damn right," he uttered, kissing your lips once more. "Damn right." His eye caught something, past her head, over her shoulder. "...is that your phone?" Realization hitting him, a laugh barking out of him. "Oh, for fuck sake, this is TikTok, isn't it?"
"Yup." Leaning back and taking a deep breath. "It's this trend, asking your partner to peel an orange to see if they actually would."
His brow furrowed, "...on the assumption a partner wouldn't? Why not?"
"Well, some people are superstar, top tier boyfriends like you are, baby," you chuckled, placing your hands on his shoulders as he wrapped his arms around your waist. "But, I won't use it, since um... We...kinda veered off just peeling an orange. Major green flag material, here."
He chuckled, "So I passed your test, then?"
"Oh, flying colors, across the boards," you chuckled kissing his lips once more.
He hummed, thinking a moment. "You can probably edit the uh... Well, the...parts where my agent won't have a heart attack over, surely? I don't mind. I kinda want people to know that, yes, I would peel a hundred fucking oranges for you," he chuckled, wrapping his arms a bit tighter around you.
"Mmm... I could probably do that. People should know how amazing you are. Thoughtful, kind...and honestly, that orange peeling hack should be viral. Out there." She shrugged, "Besides, the video could have been worse."
"How's that, then?"
"When you had your thumb on my lips? The urge to suck them rose up in me, but I held back."
He looked as if he was a puppy just kicked, "Oh..." Brow furrowed, "...well... Fuck your restraint, wish you hadn't told me that."
You chuckled, raising a brow, "I could make it up to you..." Pulling away and brushing past him, kissing his cheek. "Bedroom."
Brows raised, a smile slowly spread across his lips. Licking his lips, he took what was left of the orange — then your phone, stopping the video and prepared to put it down... and then a thought.
He was due to be away from you, filming...
It'd be nice to have a little video to fill his lonely hours when you weren't able to face time him...
Marching toward the bedroom, orange and phone in hand, thoughts forming in his head.
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Long overdue
Summary: You're famous and a part of the stranger things cast.You joined the show this season together with Joseph, whom you have a huge crush on, and even though you always thought he didn't like you that way, turns out, you might have been wrong all along...
Warnings: Smut: oral sex(female receiving), unprotected sex
Pairing: Joseph Quinn x fem!reader
Don't judge me for this one ok? It was 2 am and I kept seeing tiktoks of his interviews and I just HAD to write about it, but I repeat it was 2 am so it's not my best work
"We're interviewing the cast of stranger things and here with us, we have Joe Keery, Maya Hawke, Joseph Quinn, and Y/N Y/LN!" the interviewer said enthusiastically, making you cringe a bit. You tough you would have gotten used by now to all of Hollywood's exuberance, but apparently, you hadn't.
You were sitting in two rows, Maya and Keery were in front of you and Joe.
You gave your best smile to the journalist as she began with the questions.
"So, first of all, I wanna congratulate you on this new amazing season, I have watched the first two episodes at the premiere and I can't wait to see the rest!" She said, with a big smile.
You laughed softly as Joe and Maya politely thanked her.
"ok, now that we've gotten that out of the way let's start with the questions," she said, looking down at a card she had in her hand where the questions were probably written.
"Ok so, the first one is for the newest cast members, of course. Y/N and Joseph How was it? Getting the part, entering such a huge production and working with all of these people?" the interviewer asked
You cleared your throat, this was about the hundredth time you had gotten this question and you were really starting to hate it.
"Wow" you chuckled "Those are a lot of questions.No but yea, I mean, When I got the part I was obviously very happy, and I was so in shock that I didn't believe it at first, and then when I had to go on set for the first time I was really scared because, you know, everyone knew each other and they were all friends and I was kind of the new kid in school, but everyone was really friendly and we all became friends really quickly. So yeah, getting to be a part of this is really amazing, and.." you were starting to run out of things to say "and I'm really grateful for it" You ended with a smile, turning to Joseph to silently ask for help. You always hated the awkward moment after you had answered a question and everyone was silent, but thankfully Joe looked at you briefly and realized you wanted him to speak and did as he was requested.
"It was the same for me, at first I didn't know anyone, so it was scary but then we all started to bond and it was really nice," he said, his accent making you smile internally.
You turned to him as he was finished and smiled, thanking him for helping you out, he smile back, his eyes glancing for a second too long at your lips.
The next two questions were for your other castmates, so you could relax.
You loved your job, you really did, but when you had first gotten into this industry you naively thought that it was just about learning your lines and acting in front of a camera, unfortunately, though, you had quickly realized that you hadn't taken into account all of the rest, all of the press tours, interviews, paparazzi and people asking for your autograph. It wasn't that you hated it per se it's just that you felt anxious all of the time, especially during interviews.
You had told that to Joseph the night before the press tour started.
You were at the hotel bar, having a drink before going to bed and you had told him about how you still felt panicked every time someone asked you something and he had offered to help, and for now, he had maintained his promise
"So, Y/N" you had zoned out and the interviewer's shrill voice startled you.
Joe noticed and chuckled softly.
You subtly sent him a threatening look.
"Who was the funniest person on set?" the woman asked
"Uhh, well, I have to say that everyone is really funny. Like, I always have a great time shooting with all of them, but if I really have to choose" You paused a moment, pretending to be thinking. You already knew the answer, but you had learned that when responding to questions like these you always had to be very gentle about it "I have to say Joseph. We just had a lot of scenes together and we had so much fun on set" you said truthfully, putting a hand on his shoulder. He looked at you and licked his lips before grinning.
You felt butterflies.
Fuck, how was he so hot without even trying?
You would have been lying if you said that you didn't have a crush on him. You hated yourself for it, but it was the truth. You had liked him from the first moment that you had met him. He was just so incredibly nice and funny and you fell for him almost immediately.
At first, it was just a stupid little crush, but as time went by and you started to spend more and more time together even outside of work you became utterly infatuated. Every time he smiled at you or touched you, even in the slightest you would melt and need a second to recover.
You seriously doubted that he didn't realize the effect he had on you, I mean, how could he be so blind? You literally blushed at everything he said, but even if he did he had never done anything about it, and neither had you to be fair.
There had been times when you felt like something would have happened if it wasn't for the fact that you always got interrupted.
There was the time in his trailer when you were practicing a scene and he got so close to you you could feel his lips almost touching yours and you swore he was about to lean closer when Finn came in.
There was the time when you had fallen asleep on his shoulder during a break in between scenes and as you woke up you saw him staring at you.
There was the time at the bar. You had finished filming late and went there with the rest of the cast to blow off some steam, you both had a few drinks and after a while, you went out to smoke a cigarette and he followed you. As you talked the alcohol must have had his effect because you remember telling him that there was a girl at the bar that was obviously flirting with him and that he should have flirted back and him saying " I enjoy flirting with you much more" with a low tone while he looked at you straight in the eyes and reached out his hand to stroke your cheek, making you blush and leaving you speechless.
But even that time nothing happened because Natalia and Charlie decided to come out of the bar that same second and just like that, the moment was gone.
Since filming finished you hadn't seen each other very often and you thought that was a good thing. Getting your mind off of him for a while would definitely do you some good, and it did, it did until you saw him again, until the press tour started, and since you are the two new characters and everyone says they "like your chemistry together" you are stuck with him every day, all day, which would be a good thing if it wasn't that he was just so damn distracting.
Maya was talking and absentmindedly you started bouncing your leg up and down. You always did it when you were nervous but your agent always told you not to do it during interviews, because it made you look anxious, which you were, but the public didn't need to know that.
You were staring at your hands when you felt a hand on your thigh.
A shiver went through your whole body as you realized it was Joseph's hand. You swallowed nervously and looked up at him. he looked at you reassuringly and then at your leg, making you understand to stop bouncing your leg. A soft "oh" escaped your mouth before you smiled at him gratefully and stopped the movement. You went back to listening to the journalist but, to your surprise, he didn't move his hand, making it hard for you to focus.
He must have known what he was doing because for the rest of the interview he had a smug look on his face, while you were trying your best to keep your breathing normal as he started to draw patterns on your thigh with his thumb.
Having Maya and Keery in front of you, thankfully the camera and the journalist couldn't see what he was doing, but they could definitely see your face turning red.
"All right, thanks guys, and congrats on the new season"
The interview was finally over and you hadn't listened to a second of it.
You all thanked the journalist and shacked her hand. Joe did the same, having to reluctantly remove his hand from your leg, finally rendering you able to breathe normally again.
There were way too many thoughts going through your head and you needed to calm down, thankfully, You had a twenty-minute break now, so you turned to Maya and asked her to come to the bathroom with you.
"fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck" you started freaking out right when you got into the bathroom.
"What?" Maya asked, visibly concerned
"He touched my leg and I think I'm gonna have a heart attack" you said, panicked.
Maya laughed.
You looked sternly at her "This is serious, ok? I don't know why but he makes me feel like I'm fucking 13 all over again" you said desperately putting your head in your hands.
You sat on the floor and looked up at her, pouting.
She sat beside you, still smiling. Obviously, she was enjoying this.
You put your head on her shoulder.
"Y/N" she said, her voice calm "you are an idiot" She stated.
You looked up at her, pretending to be offended
"He obviously likes you" She said.
You rolled your eyes "Why? because he touched my leg? What is this elementary school?" You said, waving your hands around you.
Maya chuckled "First of all, you are the one who said that he made you feel 13 again. And secondly, not just this, but all of the other times you told me about. Like come on Y/N, it's obvious! " she laughed softly "He literally always stares at you and he brings you coffee every morning!" she exclaimed" Every morning! Who does that?!" She laughed.
You punched her shoulder playfully "Hey, it's our little ritual" you said, smiling just thinking about it.
He had started bringing you coffee every morning when you were filming because he had noticed how you were always tired, and now he had started doing it again for the press tour. It was the nicest thing anyone had ever done for you and it always put you in a good mood for the whole day.
It became a tradition pretty quickly and as you chatted while drinking, you had started to get to know each other better, becoming closer and closer.
"Oh, come on, you are literally smiling just thinking about it. You are SO down for him" Maya said, making fun of you
You groaned"I hate you" you said, getting up
"Y/N, I swear to god, if you don't tell him how you feel I will" Maya said, exasperated
"I can't Maya"
"Why not? He obviously reciprocates!"She said frustrated
You sighed "Whatever, we need to get back now" you said, helping her up.
It had been a tiring day and you were laying on your bed in your hotel room, staring at the ceiling while the tv was playing in the background.
You had just finished showering and you were in your bathrobe, contemplating whether or not to even put on your pajama or to just turn the light off and get under the covers like that.
Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard a knock at the door.
You frowned, confused. You had no idea who it could have been.
You opened the door and your mouth fell open as you saw who was standing in front of you.
Joe smirked at you "Well, this is definitely a look" he said, pointing at your bathrobe.
You blushed and cleared your throat, trying to clear your mind "W-what are you doing here?" you asked, feigning nonchalance.
He smirked and raised his eyebrow "that's not a nice way to greet your guests" he joked "and to answer your question, I was bored and I was wondering if you wanted to do something" he said, his voice lowering.
"What did you wanna do?" you asked
he licked his lips "Whatever you wanna do, darling" he said suggestively.
You rolled your eyes, pretending not to be affected by his words.
"Get it, idiot"You said, turning around and walking towards the bathroom "I'm gonna get dressed, and then we'll decide what to do" you told him.
He entered the room and closed the door behind him "that's a shame, I liked this outfit " he said, smirking.
You shot him an annoyed look, took your clothes, and went into the bathroom "I'll be right back"
this must have been a world record. You had gotten ready in like 5 minutes. You had put on a tight green dress a designer had gifted you and a tiny bit of makeup just to look presentable. Fortunately, you hadn't washed your hair and they were somehow still styled how the hairdresser had done them this morning. You looked hot, there was no other way of putting it.
You got out of the bathroom and you saw Joe's jaw fall to the floor.
You laughed, proud of yourself "Oh stop" you said.
He swallowed "I'm sorry, you just look really beautiful" he said grinning.
You blushed, and just like that, he had all the power again.
"can you help me with the zipper, I can't reach it" you asked him, walking towards him.
he got up from the bed he was sitting on and you positioned yourself in front of him, before turning around.
You felt his finger travel down your back and you shivered.
He put one of his hands on your waist and you held your breath.
You felt him smile behind you.
He put his hand on the zipper and slowly started going up.
You could feel his hot breath on your neck and your breathing got faster.
He got to the last bit of the zipper but stopped.
"What are you doing?" you asked, in a low voice
"Something I should have done a long time ago" he whispered on your neck before kissing the spot under your ear.
You gasped softly.
"Joseph" you said.
"I know you want this too Y/N "
With one swift move he turned you around and looked at you straight in the eyes "tell me you don't" he murmured against your lips.
You looked up at him and stayed silent.
He smiled at you and without notice, he attacked your lips, with a hungry and wanting kiss.
It took you a moment to realize that that was really happening, but as soon as you did, you kissed him back with the same passion, throwing your arms around his neck.
His hands started exploring your whole body, caressing your ass and going up and down your back.
His mouth hungrily explored yours and you could feel his beard grazing your chin.
"God, this is even better than I had imagined" he said out of breath, breaking the kiss.
You smiled "You had imagined this?" you asked shily.
"A lot more than I should have" he said, before pushing you on the bed.
You bit your lip as he leaned in to trail kisses down your neck.
You moaned softly as he started sucking a spot on your neck.
You could feel him smirk, as his fingers slid slowly under the hem of your dress, making you whimper.
he kept sucking as his right hand made its way up to your panties, gently touching your core through them. "You're so wet already darling" he hissed, kissing your neck one last time before getting on his knees.
You bit your bottom lip as your breathing got faster and you propped yourself up on your elbows.
He looked up at you and grinned as he started pushing your dress up.
You squirmed under his touch as he kept pulling your dress more and more out of the way until it was rolled up at your waist.
"Open your legs Y/N" he said in a low growl, and you immediately did as you were told.
He leaned in and kissed your still-clothed core, making a desperate whine escape your lips.
he kissed it again, and you whined again, this time more desperately.
"Please" you muttered almost inaudibly
He smirked as he moved your underwear to the side.
"Since you asked so nicely," he said, before gripping your waist and without warning licked your folds.
You moaned loudly.
He did the same movement with his tongue a few times before starting to suck your clit relentlessly.
"Oh my go- Joseph-" You shouted as he spread your legs even more and put them on either side of his shoulders, pushing you even closer to him.
he started caressing the outside of your thighs as his tongue made its way through your entrance, making you gasp before going back to your clit.
You moaned again, this time even louder, and started grinding on his face, feeling yourself getting closer to the edge.
He gripped your waist to stop you from moving, making you whine.
He kept sucking your clit until you were in ecstasy, you threw your head back, overwhelmed by the pleasure.
"I-I'm gonna cum" you said, finding it difficult to form a coherent sentence.
Joe chuckled and the vibrations from his voice sent a wave of pleasure through your body "Not yet my darling," he kissed your clit " I want to feel you come on my cock" he said leaning away from and taking your legs off his shoulders
You whined as he stood up and you pouted at him.
He grinned at you "You're gonna have to be patient Y/N" he said, quickly taking off all of his clothes. You decided to do the same so you sat on the bed and pulled off your dress.
He stared at you as you did and once you were in front of him only wearing panties he licked his lips and smirked.
"You are so fucking hot" he purred, before leaning and kissing you again desperately, letting you taste yourself.
You could feel his boner through his boxers and it weirdly turned you one even more.
Your hand traveled down to his cock and you started touching it through his underwear, making him hiss.
"Y/N" he said, his voice strained.
You smirked at him as your hands made their way in his boxers and you started stroking his cock, already feeling a bit of precum on his tip.
"fuck" he groaned, before taking his boxers off and pulling your panties off of you, throwing them behind him.
You whimpered as he positioned himself between your folds, looking down at you before pushing himself into you aggressively.
"OH MY GOD JOSEPH" you screamed, overwhelmed with the feeling of being stretched out so perfectly.
He groaned lowly as he started thrusting in and out of you faster and faster.
"You feel so fucking good" he said out of breath, gripping your waist in order to make you stay put.
He started pounding into you even harder, hitting your g-spot perfectly.
The room filled with your filthy moans and the sound of your bodies meeting each other.
One of his hands made its way to your clit and he started circling it, making you cry out even louder.
"You're so hot when you're getting fucked" he growled, thrusting into you again, while still circling your clitoris.
"Please-Joseph, I'm gonna cum" you moaned, desperately "c-can I cum? Please?" you asked , gripping his biceps, while basically begging him.
"come on my cock Y/N, make me feel how good you can squeeze me sweetheart" he ordered with a deep voice, never slowing his pace.
Those words tippled you over the edge, making you cum while moaning his name over and over like a prayer.
He groaned at the feeling of your walls tightening around him and you knew he was getting closer.
"Where do you want it" he said, out of breath.
You didn't even need to think about it. You opened your mouth and looked at him innocently.
He groaned loudly, clearly liking your choice.
He quickly pulled out of you and you immediately got on the ground and on your knees as he started stroking his dick.
"You are way too good for me Y/N" he murmured.
You opened your mouth and in just a few moments you felt his warm fluid fill your mouth and you swallowed immediately, looking up at him and smiling.
"We should have done this a long time ago" he said, chuckling and helping you up before kissing you again, this time more gently.
"Did you have a good night?" Maya asked you while you sat down at the table for breakfast.
You panicked a second and cleared your throat.
"Uhh, yeah, I slept fine" you lied
"Well, that's good, because I didn't. It's kinda hard to sleep when you and Joseph are having extremely loud sex in the room next to mine" She said, with an annoyed but also sarcastic tone.
You spat your orange juice back into the glass and started laughing like crazy "I'm sorry Maya, we'll be quieter next time" you promised, smiling at her.
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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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I apologise in advance 💀 my filthy, smutty brain cannot compute so I wrote it out into an imagine to make me feel better, news flash; I do not feel better 👀
Under 18's DNI.
Imagine Joe and reader in the club, he promised to be well behaved and that was until the 3 rounds of tequila shots. You're dancing with your friend whilst Joe watches you from the bar grabbing your next round, your particularly favourite song blasts through the speakers and you begin to shake your hips, hands in the air, screaming every lyric; to him nobody has ever looked sexier.
Joe can't help but move towards you heading straight behind you, brushing your hair over to one shoulder, clutching his fingers onto your waist and tilts forward to kiss your neck; hitting every sweet spot he can expertly find, his tongue lingering over your skin cells which erupt into goose bumps everywhere the muscle comes into contact with, his hips grinding into yours sporadically. You swerve round quickly, wrapping your arms around his neck giving him a partially flirtatious look.
"I thought I told you to be a good boy."
"I can't help it when you look like that." Joe grabs your hand taking you into a quiet hallway up the stairs; leaving your friends behind, the sign reads next to you Staff Only. It quite clearly could be a place you may be caught at anytime; the alcohol induced confidence makes you not give a fuck in the slightest.
The next thing you know, Joe cages you between him and the wall, crashing his lips and pushing his now bulging erection into you. "What would it take for me to take you into the toilet and let me have my way with you?"
You palm your hand onto his cock, rubbing harshly, hearing him groan into your ear. Giving him exactly what he wanted. Meanwhile his hand disappears up the bottom of your dress, pushing your panties to the side and sliding his fingers straight into your entrance, fucking your cunt two fingers deep, your walls clenching and your thighs giving way. Your almost public foreplay is dangerous yet so inconspicuous.
"Answer my question, pretty girl."
You challenged him. "Tell me what you want to do to me Joey."
Joe's free hand took you by the throat, wrapping the thickness of his fingers delicately around it, the veins in his fists flexing proudly.
"I'm going to pick you up, ram your panties in your mouth since you don't understand the meaning of silence when my cock stretches and fills your tight, wet little cunt so perfectly." The way you moaned just from his filthy words alone, he had you like putty in his hands literally.
"Then I'm going to fuck you so hard until you can't take anymore." His fingers curled up just at the end of the sentence, your hole gaped as he shoved a third finger inside.
"And just so you're aware, you aren't going anywhere until I fill you up and you're reminded who's cockhungry slut you are."
You gasped as he stretched his fingers out inside of you, you could've finished there and then. That was until he took them out, the smell of you filling the air as he pushed the three digits into your mouth, letting you sample your fluid. Pushing his mouth onto yours shortly after, dominating his tongue slipped in receiving your saliva and pussy juice that lingered, his breathy growl made you gasp.
"Face up to it, you're fucking ready for me right now love."
His malicious smile got you every time, the way his dimples exposed themselves and his eyes sparkle in the dimmed lighting, pupils dilated and cock practically throbbing beneath his clothing, leaking and aching to be encased where it belongs.
"Actions speak louder than words." You snarled, biting down onto your bottom lip, watching his eyes flutter down, he wasn't willing to hearing another word from you until he had your legs trembling, your panties were being pulled up and his cum was dribbling out your sodden and freshly fucked hole.
Joe got you in the stall within a matter of seconds, pushing your panties down to your feet, picking them up and sticking the soggy underwear into your mouth as promised, his trousers and boxers now down by his shoes, taking his thick member into his hand, jerking it for good measure and lifting you upward in one swift motion as you wrapped your legs around his waist.
Jolting you down to practically sit on him, no adjustment needed your slippery walls inviting him straight in, his hips began to buck into you rampantly. Your teeth gripping to the material as muffled moans escaped you, the way his tip was pressing against you, his strong arms keeping you held in a perfect position meant he was able to fuck into you as hard as he wanted to. Joe bit down onto your shoulder, stifling his moans and leaving marks against it. Your hands snatched at his curls, tugging them sharply, his mouth moved back to your neck, bruising you and marking his territory, not that he needed to, it was clear who you belonged to.
His thrusts became sloppy when your walls clenched against him, he could feel the way your cunt twitched around him, leaking your sodden mess and dripping out onto his balls whilst you rode through your orgasm. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head and your soul left your body for that moment, it could almost be seen above watching the two of you at it like a pair of caged animals.
"Yes you fucking whore, take my cock, god- I-"
Joe couldn't give anymore, he bounced your hips to hit as deep as he could get, one last thrust saw him burst inside your already messy space. You both groaned at the way his seed spurt out inside of you, milking every last drop whilst he lingered inside of you, his body spasming through his sensitive climax.
Taking your panties out of your mouth, Joe's smirk returned and he pushed his lips back to yours, kissing you so passionately, the way you fell breathless into each others mouths, the stench of sex in the air, the way you both looked fucked out.
"You'll be the death of me, my love." He sighed, gaining his regular oxygen flow.
"Hey, you started it." You giggled.
"And I finished it too, like the 'good boy' I am." Joe winked at you playfully, releasing himself and slowly putting you down to the ground.
"Oh yeah? Such a good boy."
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Feelings; Joseph Quinn
Part 2 of Touch!!! I cannot thank y’all enough for the response on that fic. I never used to get that many notes on my writing in the past, so to have it happen is just the best. Anyway, you and Joe confess your obvious feelings for one another in this one, but not before a little self indulgence on my part lmao. Prepare for a repost if this doesn’t show up in his tags like last time bc tumblr is a mess.
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Pairing: Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Swearing, pining, FLUFF, touching (a lot, seriously,) reader is an overthinker but that’s okay, subpar written confession because I’m burnt out y’all, unedited for now
WC: 2.5k
Ever since the D&D game video dropped, Stranger Things’ corner of the internet remained a complete and utter mess. It graduated from the YouTube comments to damn near everywhere else. Wherever you turned on any social media app, there was a TikTok edit, a Twitter thread, a YouTube compilation, or a link to a Cosmo article, all about your moments with Joseph, which happened on camera. Things were already pretty hectic with the events and ships happening within the show, but when speculation grew of a romance happening outside of the show, well, the public took it and ran with it.
Things between you and Joseph stayed relatively the same, platonically attached. It was as though millions of people weren’t talking about how ‘obviously into each other’ you two were, granted he even knew about that. Nothing changed for you personally, either. It wasn’t like you were unaware of your growing feelings for Joseph before people started noticing. Your racing heart and unstoppable smile whenever he laid a gentle hand on you, or was simply just around you, was enough of a giveaway to yourself.
One thing was for certain though, you weren’t going to say anything. You felt like you had done a pretty decent job keeping your feelings masked. You had a good, comfortable thing with Joseph going. You felt secure around him-content. Nothing should have to ruin that. Keeping quiet and convincing yourself he didn’t feel the way you did was the best option. Plus, dating co-stars was a big, fat ‘no’ in Hollywood. A somewhat outdated rule, sure, but you intended to adhere to it.
No matter how hard it was starting to become.
And you were reminded of just how hard it would be, by your current situation.
The two of you laid in your room in your Los Angeles apartment, Top Gun playing on the television across from your bed. Joseph was propped up against the quilted headboard, his arm securely around your body as your head laid on his chest. 10 minutes prior, he noticed you were nodding off and opened his arms in a wordless invitation-like always.
“You’re not mad this is putting me to sleep?” you had asked, halfway smirking. You burrowed your head into his plaid shirt, the smell of his cologne flooding your nose.
“Why would it?,” he asked, rubbing your shoulder soothingly.
“Well, it was my idea to watch this movie,” you said. He had been begging you to go see Top Gun: Maverick with him since it came out, and you agreed, though you wanted to watch the original first. So, you made a night out of it, and about two hours prior, he showed up to your door with kettle corn and sour skittles, and you supplied the wine and pizza.
He was particularly excited about the latter. Even if it had been a few years since he had to give up pizza to lose weight for Eddie, he still felt like he had to make up for all the lost pie. He immediately dug in, and you remembered swiping away some sauce from the side of his mouth with your thumb, which he had swiftly licked clean for you.
That, you blamed on the wine.
“True,” he admitted, fingers crawling down to your rib cage, making you shiver a bit. “But I’m not going pass up on the opportunity to hold you,”
You couldn’t reply when he had said that, you just remained completely still and quiet. Though, the tingling in your cheeks at his words indicated that you were not as unbothered as you wanted to seem.
It wasn’t a secret that the two of you loved each other’s embrace, though neither of you had ever said it outloud, either, at least to one another. The only time you could remember was one time on set when, during a break, you had your arms wrapped around Joseph’s shoulders while he sat in a director’s chair, his fingers laced with yours as you spoke. Gaten jokingly made a comment about your constant attachment to each other, and Joseph had simply said, “I rather enjoy that constant attachment.”
A photo of the two of you in that position was posted on the Stranger Things instagram story, along with various other BTS photos. It was only the back of you, but, like any other relationship speculation, it was all anyone needed to turn an inch into a mile. God forbid two friends hold each other in a way that is actually very platonic, thank you very much.
Joseph’s hand dragged down further, meeting your hip, dangerously close to your backside, pulling you out of your thoughts.
“You fall asleep on me, love?” he asked, and you quickly recovered from his previous words, his actions, and his pet name for you, and shook your head lightly.
“No, I wanna at least wait for the movie to….,” you trailed off, looking up at the screen to see the end credits rolling. “...end,” you deadpanned. You didn’t realize that much time had passed. “So much for that,” you shrugged.
Joseph chuckled as you stretched across him to grab the remote, and switched the TV off. You got up and began gathering the dirty dishes-the plates, wine glasses and the popcorn bowl. You made your way to the kitchen and heard his footsteps coming after you.
You began loading the dishwasher when he spoke. “Did you enjoy it, at least?” he asked.
“I enjoyed seeing a young Tom Cruise,” you laughed, and it was true. That was the only thought you remembered having, that 23 year old Tom was hot. Deuxmoi asshole allegations be damned.
“Fair enough,” he said, and you heard the teasing edge in his voice. “I’d love to stay and have a one-sided conversation about the movie, but I should get going, I have a meeting in the morning,” he said. You turned around and saw he leant against the counter, arms crossed.
You smiled, ignoring his little dig at you, knowing it wasn’t serious. “Ooh, is that face gonna grace the TV screen again soon?” you teased. You were a little disappointed, though, almost wishing you had fallen asleep. He always stayed over when you did, mostly because he’d doze off shortly after you.
He chuckled and shook his head, stepping forward, arms opening. “Maybeeee,” he drew out his answer as you happily walked into his embrace, arms locking around his torso. One of his arms wrapped around your body, the other held the back of your head, pressing your face into his collarbone.
It didn’t matter how many times you had been in his arms, the goodbye hugs always made your nerves explode the most. The two of you always embraced like the other was going on a month long trip to a place with no wifi, cell or postal service.
The two of you loosened the embrace after what felt like forever, but your arms hung around each other still. “You know I really would stay if I could,” he said, taking your chin in his grip.
“I know,” you nodded. “But, you have casting directors to wow in the morning,” you smiled.
“Let’s hope I do,” he replied, grinning. “Have a good night, babes,” he muttered, staring down at you intensely.
“You too,” you said back just as softly, butterflies flittering in your stomach.
When you thought he’d turn away and leave, his hold on your chin remained, his hanging mouth open as though there was more he wanted to say. The words, however, seemed to die on his tongue. His large brown eyes examined your face, quivering as they did.
“You good, Joe?” you asked, tilting your head.
He hesitated, literally freezing up for a second, before he snapped out of…whatever it was, and shook his head. “Yeah, I’m alright. I’ll call you tomorrow,” he mumbled out quickly. He released you entirely and speed walked towards the door, sliding out quickly as you looked at him in confusion. The door closed behind him, quiet harshly.
“Okay, then,” you said to yourself as you stood there, staring at the brown wooden surface.
Did he just shut your own door in your face?
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You hadn’t mulled over Joseph’s odd little moment before he left for too long. It was after 1 AM and you were too tired to overthink about that man. You hopped in the bath for a quick shower, changed into some lacey pajamas and crawled back into bed.
You were making yourself comfortable when the sound of rapid knocking on your front door made you jolt up. Before you could wonder who the hell was showing up at your door in the middle of the night, the knocks became more insistent. You threw the comforter off your body and got out of bed, making your way towards the door, turning the living room light on. The rapid fists landing against the door made it vibrate, and you knew you weren’t the only one it woke up. You expected a complaint from the Karen next door in the morning.
You unlocked the door, surprise replacing your annoyance as you saw it was Joseph, looking frantic, leaning against the door frame, supported by his forearm.
“Joe? Did you forget so-” you began, but he cut you off.
“I need to tell you something,” he said, looking into your eyes. His own held a look of desperation within them.
“Okay….,” you said, stepping out of the way so he could enter. He walked in slowly, hands rubbing nervously at his jeans. You heard him let out a couple of heavy breaths.
“Wanna sit down, have some water?” you offered. It had been a while since he left at first, and from the looks of it, he obviously ran back here to tell you whatever it is he had to tell you.
“No, no, I just…have to get this out,” he turned to face you, visibly hyping himself up, and any tiredness you had began to fizzle out, because this was obviously eating at him. Your brain began to swarm with the possibilities of what he could be wanting to tell you, trying and failing to ignore the negative, outrageous shit that your anxious mind conjured up. For some reason you began to think he was going to tell you to fuck off of and that your little relationship was stifling and burdensome.
Fuck you, anxiety.
He put you out of your misery, somewhat, when he started talking, the words tumbling out rapidly. “Okay, so, I’ve been trying to come up with an entire plan on how I would do this, what I would say, when I would say it. I’ve felt this way for three years now and it’s killing me to keep it to myself any longer-”
You furrowed your brows, and held up a hand to stop him. “Joe, slow down-”
“-and now, here I am trying to spill my guts to you in the middle of the night after running back here, looking like a proper idiot, and you’re probably wondering ‘what the fuck is wrong with him’-”
“Joe, can you-”
“-and I’m wondering if this was a mistake, should I not have listened to those comments on YouTube I spent hours reading, talking about the way you look at me, maybe it give me wasted hope, am I about to ruin everything between us because you won’t feel the same way I do,”
Your eyes widened. You didn’t try to stop him again, because you physically felt frozen.
He breathed in, his chest puffing out. “But I just need,” he stressed, “To let you know this. It’s become physically painful to be around you and hold it in now,”
A beat or two of silence passed as the two of you just looked at each other, you with anticipation, him with determination.
“I love you, Y/N,” he finished breathily.
And just like that, a moment you could only dream of in recent years, was finally happening. Your eyes were still wide, but a smile pulled at your lips, your gaze unwavering.
“From that first table read, I loved how easily we clicked, even if you seemed so shy at first, but I love how vivacious you became. I love how close we got, and how that closeness just increased by thousands,” he uttered, he took a step towards you, but he paused again.
You began walking toward him, face relaxing. He continued.
“I love how much we make each other laugh even when whatever it was, wasn’t that funny. I love movie nights with you, even though you never stay awake long enough for them. I love how I feel like I can tell you anything, even when I get scared and ramble way too much, like I did just now,” he paused and chuckled as you stopped dead in front of him, a good inch between you. You looked up at him, lips folded in, eyes searching his face, waiting for him to finish.
He laid a large palm on your cheek, thumb resting at the corner of your mouth. “I love your beautiful fucking face, and this goddamn smile,”
He dropped his hand and took yours with it, lacing your fingers together and looked at the entanglement for a second. He squeezed your hand, fingers pressing into the back of it, almost like he wanted to ground himself and make sure this was actually happening.
“I love how it feels when we touch each other, and I don’t know if you’ve felt it too, but its literally the best fucking feeling in the world to me,” he spoke.
Oh, you felt it too, alright.
“And it's what told me the most, that I was absolutely, undoubtedly, 100%, in love with you,” by the tone of his voice and finality within it, you knew he was done.
You realized you had become numb to any nerves you thought you would feel during a moment like this. You thought your heart would beat so fast your body would tremble, and you would’ve choked on your own words so badly it would hurt. Somehow, hearing his confession gave you the assurance you needed in yourself, and you didn’t doubt him for a second. Your overthinking ceased in its entirety. You nearly regretted driving yourself crazy trying to suppress your feelings. He was here, in front of you, telling you how you felt, echoing every word you ever wanted to say to him.
Your sudden boost of confidence led you to take charge of the next move. You undid your hand from his, and draped your arms around his neck.
“You done?” you asked, beginning to lean in slowly.
His hands gripped at your waist, tugging you closer, almost desperately. “Yeah,” he whispered.
“You sure?” you asked, lips so close to his that a soft breeze could bring them together.
“Yeah,” he practically whined.
“Good,” your voice came out barely audible.
And without another word, you pressed your lips to his own, pouring in every inkling that you could, that you felt the same way about him.
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I’m sorry for leaving y’all hanging there at the end, but I wanted to leave the rest of the night open for interpretation😙 I am also, like I said in the warnings, burnt out 😅 so this will most likely be last fic for a while, at least until volume 2 comes out. But thank you Eddie and Joseph for reminding me how much I love writing. I’ve missed this shit so much lol.
Hope you all enjoyed💕
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Heyy
Can you write a joe quinn x reader where they just got married and are like still in their honeymoon phase by making alot of love? :)
aaaa okay okay thank you for requesting! <3
18+ mdni — unprotected sex, p in v, oral (f receiving), overstimulation,
the entire room is trashed — bed frame broken, its leg from the upper right taped back into place. the sheets unmade and half of it draped to the ground. your clothes, with the suitcase left open, can be seen everywhere; there's even a shirt at the balcony that's almost ripped in half had he not grabbed your hands.
the faucet in the shower's leaking now. the glass door foggy with the faint touch of handprints seen. there's picture frames along the walls tilted and some thrown to the ground. the feathers on the pillows scattered across the living room, and there's an unfinished bottle of champagne in the kitchen island that's toppled over with a small puddle right at its lips.
but that's not what you care about right now.
no, it's the way your back's splayed out the couch, a leg on the floor and a leg resting on the back of the sofa, spread widely by your husband's large hands. you can feel the coldness of the gold ring on his finger sinking deep onto your thigh as he delves his head between your legs, licking a stripe up from your hole to your clit with this loud and lewd noise.
you moan, hands darting through his hair that's barely been combed, having been tugged and pulled for the last five days. his lips are wrapped loosely around your clit, fingers wasting no time to fuck your gaping hole. "fuck," he groans against you. "how are you still so wet?"
whimpering, you buck your cunt against his face. bottom half slick with streaks of your cum from earlier that coats the early morning shadow of his chin. there's an addicting squelching sound that emits from your sopping hole when he fucks his fingers in knuckle deep, curling and tracing your gummy walls to memorize it.
"i don't know," you pant absentmindedly, your neck craned back as your eyes slam shut. "i don't fucking know. i'm always wet when i'm—fuck!"
he's suckling at your swelling clit like he's starving, like it's his coffee in the mornings or tea in the rainstorms. you can see joseph humping the couch's side, the sole of your foot pushing into his back to entice him further.
you adore the sensation of a tortuous coil curling beneath your stomach. he slips three fingers, swift and unfettered, until your insides sensitively ache from the way his skin rubs and rubs against your walls, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. He's grunting, muffled, against you. You push him away with your hand on his forehead, arching your back to grab his arms.
"stop, stop," you pant, scratching on his back. "inside, please. i'm really hungry."
joseph smirks. "oh i know you're hungry—"
"for food," you kick his thigh. "it's seven in the morning. get on with it."
he does—a quick push and he's filled you to the brim like the previous nights. he's fast, almost unforgiving, with the way your skin slaps against each other like a standing ovation, despite him being as hungry as you are. it takes less than five minutes for him to be cumming inside you again; so profound, flooding you to the fullest, that as he pulls away in a wet slosh, it's leaking out.
the bottom half of his body is slick, a glint on his happy trail as the sun creeps up the balcony to give him this amber glow; in that sybaritic hunger, he's leaning down to press a kiss or two on your lips. hands on the exposed flesh of your waist, his ring cold and singing against your skin as he kisses you, your own ring dragging across the slope of his back to press him close against you.
in the soft clicking sound of severance between your plump lips, he smiles down at you, hands caressing your slick hair. "what do you want for breakfast?"
he helps you sit up, your rings aligned as he laces your hands together and sits you up on his lap, bending down on the ground to pick up your underwear and your shorts. "sausages," you mutter, hands on his shoulders.
joseph snorts. "you just had one,"
when he lifts your foot to slip your panties in, you playfully knee his chin. "i meant the real ones. yours doesn't even taste as good."
incredulous at your supposed insult, he gawps at you as he slowly slips your underwear up. "you ungrateful vixen."
"i'm kidding, hun," you kiss his cheek, feeling his fingertips caress your waistline.
(he does end up cooking you sausages anyway. four of them, and another one in your mouth that's slightly bigger with a salty twang. but you don't mind.)
reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated <3
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