#joseph quinn x fem!reader smut

[rowanswriting]

hmmm i can’t stop thinking about eddie being such a mean fuck in bed. mocking and teasing and degrading. repeating every little moan you make and just laughing at you when all you can do is whine in response😈

Trigger Warning: p in v sex, female reader, name calling, slapping, if I missed something tell me please!! 18+

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The sound of your headboard slapping against the wall is so intense you are surprised a hole hasn't been knocked into the wall yet. Eddie has your legs spread, and pushed back right next to your head. Tears are streaming down your face as you look up at him, your breathing labored and shaky. "Fuck Eddie please, I can't take it anymore." You cry out, a harsh slap lands across your cheek. Eddie pouts at you mockingly, before laughing.

"Shut the fuck up little slut, you're the one that was begging for my dick a few minutes ago, now take it." Your eyes tear up as he thrusts into you even harder, you didn't even think it was possible to go any harder but somehow Eddie did. You cry louder as Eddie reaches down to start rubbing your clit. "Aww poor little girl, stuffed so full of my cock and all you can do is cry about it." You nod helplessly, your lip trembling as Eddie pulls out of you abruptly before flipping you over.

"Need to fuck you from behind baby, gotta see that pretty ass bounce on my dick." He mutters out before lining himself back up with your pussy, pushing in roughly. You only cry louder as he begins fucking you even harder than he was before, his pace brutal and unforgiving. He reaches forward and grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling you back so your neck is leaning back in an uncomfortable position.

“Look at you baby, taking my dick so good. You love it when I fuck you like this don’t you? Pathetic little whore.” He spits out, his other hand slapping your ass hard, leaving welts and bruises from his rings. More hot tears stream down your face. Your eyes swollen and puffy.

“F-fuck Eddie! I’m gonna cum, please don’t stop!” You cry out, pushing your hips back in time with his thrusts, making him go deeper inside of you. He hits your g-spot three times before your vision turns white. Your orgasm hits you harder than it ever has before as you scream out for him. “That’s it baby, fuck!” He says, pushing your head down into your pillow and fucking into you while you cum around him.

“N-no more baby please.” You beg as overstimulation begins to set in. Eddie just leans his head back and laughs, leaning down over you and bringing his lips right next to your ear. “This is what you wanted remember? Filthy little whore, be quiet and milk my dick.”

It goes without saying that for the next week you can’t even sit down, after you made Eddie cum he just kept going until you both couldn’t take it anymore… but you wouldn’t have it any other way. The way Eddie fucks you is everything you need.

[bree-cheesy]

His Favorite Girl

Eddie Munson! x fem!reader

Part 2 Part 3

A/N: I know, it’s been a minute, I’m sorry (not really). Haven’t been super motivated to write so hopefully this redeems me a little. I wanted to write something along the lines of Drug Dealer Eddie and innocent-ish reader being his favorite client. I tried to make it filthy to make up for not giving you guys any fics for a minute so please forgive me! It is a bit short, but I’m not sorry lol. I hope y’all think it’s good!!

Credit to @eddiemunsonsource​ for the gif!

Warnings: SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI OR I WILL MELT YOUR FACES. Sort of maybe friends to lovers. Porn with a little plot. (kissing, dirty talk, rough!eddie, fingering, oral (f and m receiving), face fucking, slight mean Eddie (calls you a slut once), cock drunk reader, choking, rough p in v, bruises formed, (but good ones if you know what I mean) some aftercare), cuddling at the end, language, drug dealing. No use of Y/N. I think that’s it, let me know if I missed anything.

Word Count: 1668

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“That’s it, baby…. Just like that, fuck!” Eddie groaned and moaned as your mouth wrapped tight around his cock, sucking him for all he was worth. Lip gloss sliding up and down his shaft. His hand gripping your hair in a tight fist, his head thrown back with his jaw hung open and slack.

---2 hours earlier---

You were Eddie’s favorite buyer. He always gave you a discount and even sometimes gave you it for free. You noticed he’d always give it to you for free if you wore that skirt that made him need to jerk off every time you left his trailer. Tonight was no different at the start. Wearing that little skirt, prancing up to his doorstep, sliding on some more “Bomb Cherry” lip gloss you bought at the mall a few days ago. Knocking you heard a few curses muffled behind the door before it swung open and Eddie was in front of you, holding onto the door frame with a white knuckle grip. He looked sweaty and tense. “Hey, sweetheart. Y-You’re early!”

You smiled up at him, eyes beaming. “Yup! I have a date with Jason tonight and he wants to smoke with me, so I wanted it early.” Eddie couldn’t stop that sinking feeling, but kept a smile on his face.

“Of course,” He opened the door for you to come in. “Come on in.”

He shut the door when you got inside and disappeared down the main hallway. “Should’ve given me some notice, sweetheart. Probably would’ve been a bit more prepared.” He came back into sight with a small plastic baggie.

Eyeing the bag you noticed it was more than usual. “Eddie, that’s too much.” You scrambled for your money in your small coin purse. “I-I only brought a 20… That’s not enough for that.” You looked up at the pretty boy standing tall over you, teeth pressed into your lip.

“Babe, you know you don’t need to pay. Don’t even worry.” He winked at you. “Think of it as a gift for being such a loyal customer.”

You shook your head and dug around for more money. “N-No, I can’t… You’d be losing out on money…” Managing to find another 20, you grabbed his hand and thrusted the two bills into his palm. He rolled his eyes and stuffed the bills in the collar of your tank top.

“Sweetheart, I have half the high school buying from me. I raise prices for them because they’re desperate.” He ran his fingers up the side of your neck, causing chills to go up your body, his thumb lightly rubbing against your jaw. “I promise, giving you free weed is not hurting my business.”

You pouted, opening your mouth to argue, but you gasped softly when he pushed his thumb past your lips, making you shut up. He looked down at you with a hunger you hadn’t seen from him before. It made your knees weak and you almost had to grab onto him for balance.

“But, if you’re so desperate to pay for it, you can do something for me…. Only if you want to of course.” He leaned close to you, pressing you up against him. “Ditch Carver and stay here.” You whimpered and he smiled at you as he felt your tongue press up against his thumb. “Ditch the Jock and stay here so I can show you how you deserve to be treated. You come here in this tight little skirt and it takes so much in me to not bend you over the table and fuck you stupid.” He takes his thumb out of your mouth and drops that hand to the back of your thigh.

“Eddie… please…” You whined softly and pressed more against him.

“Please what, baby?” He leaned in and ran his nose up your neck, starting to guide you to the wall.

“Touch me…” Your voice was a whisper and the words barely came out before he shoved his hand up your skirt and dragged your now soaked panties down your legs just enough to slip his fingers between your folds.

“Fuck, baby… So goddamn wet for me.” His middle finger was at your clit in seconds and you whimpered, falling into his chest as he rubbed it gently. You kissed his neck, sucking softly, wanting to mark him up.

He picked you up and carried you down the hallway towards his room, throwing you on the bed and stripping you of your clothes before he swiped his band t-shirt off. You bit your lip and looked at his inked up chest as he admired your body. Soft skin under his fingers. His thumb running over the small heart stick and poke tattoo on your hip. He grabbed your ankles, roughly pulling you towards him and he dropped to his knees between your legs. Gasping, you instantly grab onto his shoulder, feeling slightly dizzy with pleasure. He kissed softly up your thigh and suddenly bit down, making you squeal and tighten your grip on his shoulders.

“God, you smell so fucking good. Wanna bottle it up and wear it as cologne.” You didn’t get a chance to think before his mouth was fastened to your clit. You cried out and grabbed onto his hair, moaning and bucking into his mouth. He grunted and held onto your thighs with an iron grip that will no doubt leave some bruises. Bruises you’d wear proudly. “So fucking good, baby… So much better than I imagined…”

You looked down at him with a grin, a sudden ego boost flooding your brain. “Y-You’ve imagined this?” Still a little breathless from the nonstop abuse to your pussy by his mouth. He nodded and swirled his tongue around your clit.

“Of course, sweetheart. How could I not. S’fucking pretty everytime you come here. Wanna make you mine, baby…” You moaned at his words and licked your lips. He slipped a finger inside you and curled it just enough to hit that spot that made you melt under his hands. Those big hands you’d imagined wrapped around your throat every night.

“I-I’m yours, Eddie… Promise.” You gasped and felt another finger go inside you. He grinded against his face, the feeling of your orgasm getting so close. Just as you were about to, he stopped and kissed up your body. You whined and he kissed your neck. “Eddie…. Come on, I was so close…”

“I know, baby, but when you cum, it’s gonna be on my cock.” He kissed you hungrily, commanding your lips. You kissed him back and wrapped your legs around his waist. He pulled back and wrapped his hand around your throat before pulling his pants and boxers off. You whined and reached out for his cock, your mouth watering with a sudden need for it. He chuckled and let you up. Your lips instantly attached to it and he groaned, fisting his hand tight in your hair.

“S’it, baby… Just like that, fuck!” He threw his head back as you took him in all the way and gagged on him. He thrusted his hips against your mouth and you moaned around him. Tears filled your eyes from his tip poking the back of your throat and they streamed down your face. He lightly slapped your face and held onto your head with both hands before roughly fucking your face. God, you were in heaven. The need to please Eddie filled your every thought. “Such a good little slut for me. Yeah? You like my cock deep in your throat? F-Fuck…!” He pulled out, letting you get a gasp of air before going right back in. You tapped his thigh a few times, signaling him to stop. He pulled out. “Are you okay?” Sudden worry filled his eyes.

You nodded and laid back on the bed, sniffling softly. “Yeah. I just need you inside me, now…” Whining softly you spread your legs wide for him.

He bit his lip and looked around for a condom before pulling it on. “Fuck, my favorite girl ruined under me… Never thought I’d see this outside my dreams.” He grabbed your neck again and you smiled, loving the feeling of his rings digging into the sensitive skin on your neck. Another bruise you’d wear with pride. “Gonna go in sweetheart, M’kay?” You nodded and he slowly slid inside you, groaning at how tight you were wrapped around him. You moaned and squeezed your eyes shut, getting used to how big he was inside you. He started to thrust in and out, slowly at first, letting you get used to him. After a minute or two, he went fast and rough, wanting to ruin your pussy for every other man. He grunted and groaned, still holding onto your neck. You reached up and dug your nails into his back, no doubt scratching it up. “Mine. You’re mine, now, baby. All mine…! Fuck!” He let go of your neck and leaned his head down, sucking hard on your nipples while fucking you harder.

“Eddie! M’gonna c-cum!” You cried out and came hard around his cock, squirting out as he kept rubbing your clit. You sobbed in pleasure and buried your face in his neck. He groaned and came inside you after a few quick thrusts. You both breathed heavily and he gently pulled out of you, making you hiss at the empty feeling. He threw the condom away and came back to your limp figure on the bed with a wet washcloth to clean you up. He rubbed at your hips.

“Sorry baby, got a little carried away.” He eyed your neck, the red spot forming a bruise matching the ones on your hips. You shook your head and sipped the cold water he gave you.

“S’okay, I like them…” Your voice was scratchy and he smiled at you, kissing you once on the lips before getting in bed with you. You snuggled up to him and shortly fell asleep before he could say anything else.

[keeponquinning]

Okay but like... I don't drink, I'm not a drinker....

But i have spent the majority of the day just imagining being at a bar with Joe... rpf ahead. 18+.

Imagine, of course, sitting between his manspreading legs, even though there are plenty of seats available, but he insists you're sitting there so he can wrap his arms around you, kissing your neck and cheek, and as every drink that passes his lips and down his throat, the kisses get more sloppy. The hands wander more.

You're making each other laugh the whole night and while paying attention to those around you, the focus always ends up on each other.

You feed him sometimes, be it just a chip / crisp or actual food, like, "Baby you have to try this" and he's just taking it, and when you see a bit at the corner of his mouth, you move your thumb and he's like, "No. Not like that."

You're confused at first, but then it clicks, and your smile grows wide and you reject it at first. But he's being so cute and giving you the puppy dog eyes, that you do. Grasping the side of his cheek and moving your lips, licking the corner of his mouth that then just turns into a kiss between you two...

Everyone hollering around you, teasing the fuck out of you two because you two are, frankly, disgustingly cute and you both flip them off without even breaking away from your kiss.

Drunken make outs happen throughout the night, especially right outside the bar, he went out for a smoke and you just wanted air, but he sees the opportunity and ditches the smoke and pulls you close to him, against the wall, lips to lips. "Just trying to warm you up, love, I promise..." he muttered against your lips and you let out a whine but let him. It does make you forget the chill of the air, tasting the liquor off his tongue and though you're not much for drinking, there is an addiction when it's off your boyfriend's tongue.

you end the night early, of course, to the groans and boos of the group you came with, but Joe makes a point of saying you're both tired.

but, once you're alone, together, kiss after kiss, desperation filling you. a trail of clothes leading straight to his bed... sleep doesn't happen until a few hours into the night, when curses of pleasure and cries that sound like prayers leave both of your lips. teeth marks showing on each other's skin, sweat glistens your bodies and he's uttering the most filth you've ever heard him say. sounding like sweet poetry, whispering that you're his, he's claimed you, and you promise him that no one will ever feel as good inside you than he does.

and he does claim you. fills you deeper than any other had ever done. and it makes him happy, when you beg for more.

it's only when your limbs are entangled together, the flush heat of your skin pressed one another, your fingers stroking his curls and his hooded eyes look at you as if you were the greatest thing that ever happened to him. and you are. he'll say it a thousand times until you believe, until you stop looking at him as if he was mad. soft kisses, warm smiles, gentle touches of adoration...that's when the sleep comes. and he always holds you a bit tighter.

[eddiemunsons80sbaby]

Let Me Take Care of You

Pairing: JoeQuinnxReader

Summary: I couldn't stop thinking about how that man needed someone to take care of him after such a long day. And I know how much he cares about his fans. He was so kind but toward the end, everybody was rushed, and I have no doubt he wished he could have taken more time. So, fic idea popped into my head because...yeah, he looked so damn good on Sunday. You're dating Joe and after the chaos of the day, you just want to help your man.

18+ only

The hotel room door opened and in came Joe, looking absolutely drained and exhausted. It had been a whirlwind of a weekend. The U.S. Embassy had misplaced his passport and he almost missed the con in Philly, disappointing thousands of fans. At the last minute, everything worked out, but he’d had to cram three days worth of autographs and photo ops into one day, showing up early and staying late. You’d offered to tag along but he’d insisted on you relaxing as you’d had a late flight the night before and he had his friend, Ollo, there to be by his side throughout the day. Joe was also nervous how his fans might treat you if they found out he was seeing someone. The two of you had kept it under wraps the last few months when you’d seen how some of the fandom had treated Grace. It was awful that someone so sweet had to deal with that kind of toxicity. 

You knew Ollo would take care of Joe, making sure he hydrated, got something to eat, and at least got a couple of smoke breaks to keep his nerves steady. But that didn’t stop you from worrying all day. You’d been checking your phone, seeing all the photos people were posting. It hadn’t gone without notice that as the day wore on, Joe’s smile wasn’t quite as wide, those eyes weren’t quite as soft as usual. 

You set your phone down, sitting up as he let out a large sigh, dropping onto the edge of the bed in front of you. You gripped the leather jacket in your hands, sliding it down his arms and tossing it onto the chair in the corner. Using your fingers, you kneaded the tense muscles of his shoulders, relishing the pleased groan he released. Your fingers continued, moving along his back and you rested your chin gently on his shoulder, pressing a kiss to the side of his neck. Joe’s hand came to cradle your cheek, his thumb running over your jaw. 

“Long day, baby?” you asked.

“The longest,” he answered. “We managed to get everyone done but as the day wore on, they were making me rush. I felt so bad because I couldn’t chat with people or do the poses they wanted. They were telling people no hugs. I feel like they left disappointed.”

“Oh Joe, no,” you assured him, your thumb pressing into a tight knot you felt in his low back. “Your fans understand. I saw so many of the posts today and they were so grateful they had the chance to see you, that you managed to make it even if it was for one day. They understood. None of this was your fault. It sucks that you had to rush people but if you didn’t, everyone might not have gotten their chance to see you.”

“I know, darling. I just hate feeling like I didn’t give them a great experience. And it was such a long day…”

“Did you get a lunch break?”

“Yes, I did,” Joe chuckled, tilting his head, resting it against yours. “I ate, love, no worries. Ollo kept checking in on how much water I was drinking. I got three smoke breaks. It was just a lot. The panel actually felt like a break. I got to sit on a couch and have a good chat. They asked about the Kas theory again.”

You laughed, “Of course they did. Your fans want you back for season five badly. I’m sorry it was such a long day. I know this isn’t how you wanted it, but I am glad Ollo took care of you. Him and I would be having words if not.”

“I have no doubt, my sweet girl. Everyone took very good care of me today.”

“Mmm…well, maybe, but I haven’t had my turn.”

“You’re taking care of me right now,” Joe insisted. “Thank you for the back rub. Standing on that concrete was killer by the end of the day.”

“Oh, I think I can do more than that. My poor boy needs to relax,” you crooned, winding your arms around him, pulling him until he was lying back on the bed. You straddled him, your knees cradling his thighs. “Let me help you relax.”

Joe’s eyebrows raised, a smirk appearing on those sweet, full lips, “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, bringing your lips to his. 

His arms locked around you, crushing your body against his. Your tongue slid along his bottom lip and he caught it with his lips, gently sucking before slipping his tongue along yours, eliciting a gentle moan. You rocked your hips, rubbing your core along his length, your tongue exploring his mouth, loving the sounds of pleasure that rumbled up from his chest. 

“Let’s lose this shirt,” you whispered, sitting up and pulling the plain black tee over his head, tossing it across the room. 

“And what about your shirt?”

“This isn’t about me right now,” you grinned, your lips tracing the line of his jaw, down the side of his neck. Jesus, he smelled like heaven. “I'm taking care of you, remember?” Your lips continued their path, over his collarbone, nipping gently, his hips thrusting up into yours, creating delicious friction against your already pulsing center. 

“Seeing your tits would take care of me. Nothing makes me happier than your jubblies smothering my face.”

“Uh-uh…not yet, my beautiful boy. You just lay back and relax. Let me do all the work tonight.”

You placed open mouthed kisses over his chest, teeth grazing over his nipples. His hand cradled the back of your neck, a low growl falling from his lips. As your tongue flicked over one nipple and then the other, your fingers worked his belt and then the button on his jeans. You continued to slide down his body, placing your feet on the floor. Your tongue followed a path over his abdomen, following the trail of coarse hairs that led right where you intended to go as you gripped his jeans and boxers at the same time, dragging them down his legs and over his feet until he was completely bare to you, his cock standing at attention, pre-cum glistening along the tip. 

Kneeling down in between his legs, you gently raked your nails over his thighs and his hips rolled towards you in response, his body letting you know exactly what he needed. Your tongue darted out, capturing the salty release that had already collected. 

“Fuck, darling…” he hissed. “Don’t tease. Please.”

“No worries, baby. I am going to help ease all your stress.”

You wrapped your lips around him, working his length, taking as much of him as your throat would allow. He grunted deeply, one hand tangling in your hair as he thrust up into your mouth, the tip of his cock scratching the back of your throat. Wrapping your hand around the base, you moved along him, using your mouth and hand, pleasure shooting to your core as you listened to this beautiful man coming undone because of what you were doing to him. 

Sometimes you pinched yourself because you could not believe he was all yours. But here he was, completely at your mercy, groaning, gasping, writhing, and you were the cause of it. You were the one who could help him, who could ease his stress, who could make him feel good. It was a goddamn high. 

“Bloody hell…so sodding good…don’t stop, love…just like that…” he panted. 

Your other came up to cradle his balls, rolling them along your palm like a pair of dice. Joe growled low, the hand in your hair tightening, pulling, his other hand slamming down against the mattress. Your tongue ran along each side of his cock before taking him fully in your mouth again as you tugged down gently on his balls, squeezing them gently, applying just the right amount of pressure. 

“Fuck!” Joe shrieked, bucking up into your mouth as he held your face tightly against him, his release flooding your mouth. His entire body shook beneath you as he went rigid, helpless grunts and moans rolling out of him. 

As he relaxed, you carefully released him from your mouth, swallowing and wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. Standing, you smiled down at him, holding his eyes with yours as you slowly removed your shirt, followed by your shorts and panties until you were naked in front of him. Joe’s eyes traveled the length of you, devouring you with his gaze, sending a shock of desire straight to your center, pulsing with need. 

You crawled over the top of his body and his hands immediately fell upon you, roaming over your sides, your hips, the curves of your breasts. He grabbed your hips, sliding you up his body until your breasts were directly over his face and then he buried himself between them, deeply moaning, his hands pressing them together against his face. 

“Fuck, I love these tits,” he sighed, his mouth exploring every inch, tongue and teeth teasing your nipples into hard little buds. 

“Joe,” you breathed, sliding your wetness over his cock until it was hard, ready to go once again. The feel of his erection pressing against your clit had you whimpering, eager for him to fill you. 

His hand slid between your bodies, his thumb moving over your clit and you gasped, back arching as you pressed your hands against his chest, sitting up. Joe started with slow circles, moving faster and faster until you were gasping for breath. 

“So wet already, darling and I barely did anything for you.”

“Taking care of you works me up,” you breathed, struggling to speak against the intense pleasure coursing through your body as his circles grew smaller, focusing right on your pleasure button. “The way you sound…knowing I can do that…it’s so damn hot. Fuck, I need your cock.”

Reaching between you, you grabbed his cock, lowering yourself onto him slowly until your pelvises were flush together. The two of you moaned simultaneously as you began to slowly rotate your hips in a circle, his cock hitting all the right places that had your stomach tensing, already so close as his thumb continued working magic on you.

“Shit, darling…that’s so good,” Joe praised. “I love watching you ride me.” His free hand caressed your face, thumb running over your lower lip and you caught it between your lips, sucking it into your mouth. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

You sighed, releasing his thumb as you rocked back and forth, hands gripping his shoulders for purchase as you picked up the pace. Joe’s chest rose and fell heavily as he quickly raced toward another climax, his cock twitching within you as you rolled over him. His thumb began moving back and forth, faster over your clit, and you knew he was determined to get you to cum before he did. 

“Come on, my beautiful girl,” he urged, one hand now gripping your hip as he moved with you. “Cum for me, darling. Let me see how fucking beautiful you are when you let go.”

“Joe…I…fuck!” you cried, nails digging into the flesh of his shoulders as you shuddered on him, your climax crashing over you. 

“That’s it…yes, love,” he grunted, gripping both of your hips, thrusting up into you hard, taking over as you lost all control, moaning his name over and over. Joe’s fingertips dug into your flesh as he held you against him, filling you with his release. “Jesus Christ, darling…” He sighed, falling back on the bed. 

You fell forward onto his chest, nuzzling his neck, “Do you feel more relaxed, beautiful boy?”

“So relaxed,” he murmured sleepily. “Fuck, you took everything out of me, love.” His arms wrapped around you and his lips pressed against your forehead. “I am going to sleep like a goddamn baby.”

“Good,” you replied, kissing his shoulder. “I’ll clean us up and tuck you all in.”

You went into the bathroom, getting a warm washcloth that you used to clean the two of you. Joe laid still, eyes closed, breathing deep as you gently wiped him. You tossed the washcloth back in the bathroom and then had to work to get him turned in the bed the right way as he was not much help. Your poor boy was so damn tired. 

Laying down next to him, you pulled the blanket over both of you and he whimpered softly in his sleepy state, hands reaching out for you. Joe was a cuddler, always the big spoon. Smiling, you slid toward him with your back to him, those strong arms encasing you, pressing you against his chest, wrapping himself around your body. You sighed happily, burrowing into his arms, inhaling the soothing scent of your favorite person on this planet. 

“I love you,” you whispered. “Good night.”

“Mmm…love you…” he mumbled. “Night love.”

[stellatekintsugi]

Joseph Quinn

[localemofreak]

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.."

[lovejosephquinn]

Regarding your iMessages ask, I'm not sure which Joe I want (all of them??!?!), but image Joe being your roommate and friend. But it's the first time he's seeing you naked in the bathtub BY ACCIDENT. He apologizes a Trillion times, goes out drinking and trying to forget and writes you later that night to be either A) a HORNY FERAL LONDON BOY or B) CHAOTIC DRUNK JOE.

BABE I GOT YOU. HAVE BOTH. Idk if a part 2 would be cool to this, morning after Joe? How would it be? Awkward as hell or not 👀

[choke-me-joey]

Birthday Boy

Joseph Quinn x female reader

Content warning: 18+ content minors DNI, RPF (don't like, don't read, don't bitch), pure birthday smut, blowjobs, swallowing, use of sex toys, anal, squirting, creampie, it's just pure filth and I'm not sorry.

Not proof read bc I'm too horny for that and my fingers type faster than my brain works.

You'd agreed on no presents.

No presents, no fuss, nothing, just the day spent together doing absolutely nothing, surrounded by all the bloody unpacked boxes in your new home. That's all he wanted before the madness of filming for A Quiet Place began.

Oh, and a little lie in.

So at 10am when your internal body clock simply will not allow you to sleep anymore, you pop to the bathroom without waking him. You then decide to wake the birthday boy up with a blowjob, slowly taking your time, palming his cock to full hardness through his boxers, and then slipping them over his slim hips to about mid thigh, taking him into your mouth.

He groans in his sleep, but hasn't yet pulled the duvet off of you, so you know he isn't fully awake. You swallow his cock down, holding him in your throat until your eyes water and your gag reflex kicks in, quickly coming up for air and using your mouth on his balls instead.

"Fuck," Joe grunts, throwing the duvet off of you. You smirk at him whilst still tonguing at his sack.

"Happy birthday, Joey." You coo, before sucking the head of his cock softly, your hand slowly jerking the rest of his thick shaft.

"Hmm, god I love you." he laughs, a breathy and raspy sound that makes your pussy throb. You take him into your throat once more, and his hand rests gently on the back of your head. "Fucking hell, babe, gonna make me cum doing that."

Your eyes flick up to him as if to say "that's kind of the point" and you pull up a little, hollowing out your cheeks and moving your mouth up and down. Joe starts to breathe heavier, his grip on your hair getting tighter. You know he's close, so you deep throat him again, nose brushing up against the neat hairs at the base of his cock. Your free hand plays with his balls, and he grunts loudly, moaning as he shoots his load down your throat.

You swallow everything he gives you, humming at his taste. When he's done, you pull off, placing a kiss to his softening cock and pulling his boxers back up. You crawl back up the bed and Joe pulls you against him, holding you close. He kisses your head.

"So, how does it feel being 29?" You smile, fingers lightly ghosting over his stomach and chest. You playfully pinch his nipple and he flinches, both of you laughing. He slaps your bum.

"Well, after that, I'd say being 29 feels fucking good. Give me a few minute and I'll probably say it feels exactly the same as being 28." He says, a soft smile on his face; post orgasm glow looks good on him. "Which is still amazing. I've got my beautiful girl in my bed, we own a lovely house together-"

"You're an international star about to shoot his first proper film," you tease, making him scoff.

"Shh." He silences you with a kiss, his soft and plush lips moving with yours in perfect tandem. "It's been a bit of a mad year, hasn't it?"

"Just a bit. But I'm so proud of you, babe." You cup his cheek with your hand. "I love you, happy birthday baby."

"I love you too, darling. Thank you." He yawns, stretching a little. He reaches over to the bedside table for his glasses, meaning he's going to try and get up. You pin him to the bed, and he looks at you in confusion.

"I've got a little surprise for you," you say, pecking his lips once more.

"Love, I didn't want anything," he groans and you laugh.

"Trust me, you're going to want this." You tease, peeling off your pyjama shorts. His demeanor quickly changes.

"Oh?" He smirks as you kneel beside him on the bed, stripping off your PJ tshirt so you're completely naked for him. You grin and turn around, bending over to reveal the butt plug sat snugly in your ass (a product of your trip to the bathroom before you woke him up). He chokes out  "Oh my god."

"Wanna fuck my ass, birthday boy?" You look over your shoulder at him, lowering your chest to the bed even more, arching your back so your ass moved up even more for him. Joe laughs in disbelief, stripping himself of his boxers and kneeling behind you, tapping his now hard cock against your soaking pussy.

"Is that even a question?" You can hear the grin on his face. You'd only done anal a couple of times before, and not for a while at that. You'd taken advantage of his hectic schedule to get yourself prepped for his birthday, using various plugs and toys on yourself until you were sure, with a little prep from him when you were actually doing it, that you'd be able to take him. You pass him a small bottle of lube out of your bedside drawer. "Do I even need this, babe? You're soaked already," Joe pushes the head of his cock into your cunt, both of you hissing at the feeling. The butt plug made it tighter, and the pleasure greater for both of you. He slides in easily, bumping your gspot a few times. "Gonna fill up all your holes today, baby. Sound good?"

"God, Joe, fuck yes," you whine, clawing at the sheets, pushing back against him. "Really need you to fuck my ass first though."

"Alright, alright, I was just warming you up a little bit baby." Joe chuckles at your eagerness before pulling out, marvelling at how your pussy and ass looked all spread out for him. He smothers his cock in lube before carefully removing the plug. "Fucking Christ," Joe groans at the sight  of your hole, waiting ready for him. "You've been preparing for this, haven't you? Filthy girl."

He circles two lubed fingers around the ring of muscle, pushing them in with ease. You whine at the sensation, your cunt practically dripping onto the bed below you. He adds a third finger, the stretch only burning a little but it soon dissappears as he fucks you with his fingers, stretching you in preparation for his cock. "Think you're ready baby? Think you can take me?"

"Joe, please!" You beg, your neglected clit almost painfully swollen now. Joe reaches under you and gently rubs circles onto your clit as his cock slowly pushes in to your ass.

You both moan loudly at the feeling; him because God, you're so fucking tight and warm around his cock and you because you're so full, so fucking full and his fingers are so good on your clit-

"Joe!" You cry out, cumming before he can barely get the head of his cock inside you.

"Holy shit, already?! Barely got my cock inside you, babe, fuck you wanted this didn't you?"

"Fuck, yes, Joe, wanted it so bad, please, please, please-"

You're babbling beneath him, begging and moaning as he bottoms out inside of your ass. He stays there for a minute, swatting your cheek as you whine and protest wanting him to move.

"Wait a minute, baby. Don't want this to be over just yet, yeah? Be a good girl and let me fuck you, okay?"

You nod, whimpering. You cry out as you feel his (clean) fingers thrust into your pussy at the same time as he pulls out and slams into your ass. You've never, ever been this full, you didn't think it was possible. Joe had used his fingers on your ass before when he was balls deep in your pussy but this...this was heaven.

Joe starts moving faster, grunting with each thrust.

"God, you feel so fucking good, baby, so fucking tight around my cock. Not gonna last long, gonna cum in this pretty little ass, yeah? Fill you up, maybe put that plug back in and make you walk around with my cum in your ass all day, yeah?"

You can't form a sentence to respond to him because you're cumming again, this time squirting over his hand and the bedsheets, your body going limp as you cry out. "Fucking hell, Jesus baby, you just got tighter, shit, tell me I can cum in your ass, want you to say it-"

"Cum in my ass, Joey, please!" You moan out and Joe curses again.

"I'm gonna cum, fuck, gonna cum, shit, baby, I'm cumming-!" With one last slam of his hips, Joe groans and cums, shooting deep inside your ass. You moan with him, feeling his cock twitch.

Joe then collapses on top of you, both of you panting and sweaty. He trails soft kisses over your back and shoulders. He slowly pulls out of you and shoots you a wicked grin, before slipping the butt plug back into your ass.

"Joe..." you whine, a matching dopey grin across your face. "Didn't think you were actually serious."

"Deadly serious, love, about that and about everything else. Give me 5 minutes and I'm fucking that pretty little pussy of yours, think she needs some attention, hmm?"

"Whatever you say, birthday boy, but I'm gonna need about 10 minutes."

"Happy fucking birthday to me." He grins, flopping back onto the pillows.

[filthyjoetini]

Stumblin' In

a/n: Well...it's been...a while. heh. Sorry. I've been going through a lot. On here (the accusations...) as well as in life. Latter keeps me busy to no end. It's exhausting...but I'm back. beta-reader, editor, partner in crime: @barfightzanddiscolightz

warnings: mentions of previous injury, rpf, fem!reader, cuteness overload

wordcount: 2.2k

part 1 - part 2 - part 4

Part 3

You let yourself fall face down on the sofa with a loud sigh. The last few days had been nothing short of exhausting. Your back and neck still hurt, and the concussion had caused some nightmarish migraines that had left you unable to work. So, you spent your days in your dark living room, accompanied by your two cats, Freya and Kiro. Freya, a chubby lady with a moustache who you had had to put on a diet, was sitting on the back of your sofa, silently judging you. Kiro, your long-haired void of a cat, sat next to you, purring in your ear.

When you had come home from the hospital almost a week ago, they had greeted you with loud, screaming meows as if they had been starving. Your dad had been looking after them, cuddling them and feeding them generously. You also knew that he had given each of them a little treat every time before he left. So much for starving. Total drama queens - Both of them. But that's just Freya and Kiro, you wouldn't trade them for any other cats in the world.

Today had been your first day back at work and you wished you hadn’t gone. Your migraines had stopped the day before, but your body was still killing you. Groaning, you pushed yourself up to sit properly on your sofa, your legs sprawled out on its long chaise longue. You took a blanket from the basket beside it and pulled it neatly over your legs. Kiro immediately took this as an invitation to plop down between your legs. You were about to open one of your newly ordered books when your phone buzzed. A new message.

Huffing annoyedly, you picked up your phone from where it lay beside you to check who had the audacity to disturb your precious reading time.

It was Joe. Forgotten were your pain and shitty mood.

He hadn't texted you in days and, not wanting to appear desperate, you hadn't texted him either. That's just the way you were, constantly thinking that you were annoying people with your presence.

Pushing the negative thoughts to the back of your mind and grinning to yourself, you quickly unlocked your phone and read his message.

Bambi on ice! How are you?

You rolled your eyes at his new name for you. You got it, you're a klutz.

Hello to you too, Joe... I'm fine. How are you?

I'm good. Very busy. That's why I haven't texted you the last few days. I'm sorry about that.

Oh... you don't have to apologise. It's fine.

No. I don't want you to get the wrong impression. I'm working abroad at the moment, and I only have internet when I'm back in my temporary home. And then I get flooded with messages and things to check as soon as my phone connects to the internet. I didn't mean to forget about you.

You read the last sentence he wrote not once, but twice... no screw it, five times. You'd be lying if you said it didn't affect you. The slight pink tint to your cheeks betrayed you and you were glad no one was around to point it out. You had to change the subject. This is too much lovey-dovey bullshit. You were not ready for this... yet.

How are you supposed to do your hacking without internet? Must be difficult.

Perfect.

All Joe did was send a series of eyeroll emojis that made you giggle.

It's a top-secret mission, you know. We're doing it the old-fashioned way. Infiltrate and then destroy. 😉

All right there, soldier. Top secret. Got it.

But I'll be back in four days!

Amazing! Quick in and out then?

Yeah...something like that. Hey... I was wondering if you were up for that date you owe me when I get back?

You stared at his question and the blush crept back into your cheeks. Here you were again. Back to the subject you had hoped to avoid, at least for a little while longer.

While you had agreed to go on a date with him, your motivation was more to please him and get off the hook so you could get inside your house. You were knackered and just wanted to rest. Days had passed, and you had been beating yourself up about agreeing. You weren't dating at the moment. You found contentment in the way your life was going. Nevertheless, you had promised him, and breaking a promise was not your style.

Swallowing hard, you let your fingers tap out your response.

Sure! Just let me know when and where and I'll be there 😊

Great! Can't wait!

Me either!

Listen, I gotta go now. Duty calls! Text soon?

Of course! Good luck with your mission.

Thanks! Bye, darling xx

Bye Joe xx

---

Fuck. You had an official date. With Joe. You needed to tell a certain someone.

"Brother in Christ. How are you?"

Of course, your best friend would pick up like that. You pushed yourself up a little, which made your legs move, much to Kiro's displeasure. The cat glared at you, and you quickly apologised with a kiss to his head.

"I'm fine...guess what!", you tried her, gnawing on your bottom lip.

"You finally managed to put your summer clothes in the basement?" she guessed.

"Well, yeah...but that's not what I wanted you to guess.", you snorted and then blurted it out: "I-have-a-date."

"What?"

"I HAVE A DATE!”, you repeated, almost shouting. Since your neighbours were all half deaf anyway, you didn't care that you had just raised your voice.

“Ouch, don’t yell at m- WAIT! You?! Have a date?!”, she sputtered.

"Yes!”, you replied in a breezy voice.

"With who?"

"Joe.", you replied so quietly that she almost didn't hear it, but her gasp gave her away.

"Joe. As in 'your knight in a beige cable-knit jumper'-Joe?"

"Yes!”, you squeaked out, earning a glare from both your cats.

"Holy shit, babes! This is like one of those romance films we sometimes watch on film night.”, she gushed, clearly very excited for you.

"Ugh, yeah. I know.”, you groaned. "I need your help. I don't have anything to wear!"

"Lies! Your wardrobe is bursting at the seams."

Which was true, but she didn't have to expose you like that.

"I know. Can you help me put together an outfit? I will repay you fabulously!"

"Ahhh... just deduct it from the mountain of drinks-debt I owe you. I'll be there in 20 minutes!"

"Wait! The date's not even se-", you started, but she had already hung up. Typical her.

18 minutes later your doorbell rang and there she stood in all her 'hair in a messy bun, oversized jumper, leggings with a questionable stain and the oldest trainers she could find' glory. Her face was sporting a huge grin.

"You look absolutely insane." you pointed out as soon as you opened the door, chuckling. She snorted and pushed past you, heading for your room. You quickly followed, knowing full well that without you, she'd start pulling out pieces of clothing from your closet and throwing them on your bed.

---

She had been rummaging through your wardrobe for almost two hours now and had mentioned that you had 'too many things' at least 20 times, accompanied by an eyeroll, whilst you made yourself comfortable on your bed. Your cats had decided to join you for a while, but the mess she was making was too much for them and they went back to the living room.

She was standing on one of the shelves in the closet, trying to get to the top shelf. It was the most hilarious thing you had ever seen, you had to snap a picture. Without thinking, you sent it to Joe.

Who’s that?

My best friend. She’s a madwoman.

I can see that, and I see how she’s your bestie. You both like to put yourselves in dangerous situations. I bet she’s pulled a Humpty Dumpty before as well.

You snorted at his text, earning a raised eyebrow from your friend who was still standing in your wardrobe. When she saw you were on your phone, she gasped and jumped out of the wardrobe. She quickly made her way over to you.

"Who are you texting?", she demanded, her eyes narrowing.

"Nobody."

"Bullshit.”, she claimed, holding out her hand to you. "Give me the phone."

"No.”, you giggled, trying to crawl away from her, but to no avail. She was very quick and snatched the phone out of your fingers. Her eyes went wide.

"BITCH! Stop sending pictures of me to your boyfriend!"

"He's not my boyfriend!", you argued, snorting and laughing at the face she was making.

"He better be after your date...", she muttered, tossing your phone back at you, which you almost caught with your face. "I've got your outfit."

With a huge grin, she walked back over to your wardrobe and picked up a few stray clothes. Then she laid them out orderly on your bed. It was perfect. Totally you. Totally the opposite of Joe. You'd stick out like a sore thumb.

“Thanks babe.”, you smiled, pushing yourself off the bed and engulfing her in a tight hug.

"Anytime, love.”, she grinned into your hair and returned your hug with an even tighter one.

"Coffee and biscuits?", you asked her as you pulled away and her face lit up all over again. She didn't even answer your question but ran off to the kitchen.

"You better have chocolate chip cookies!", you heard her yell, knowing she'd already opened your cupboard where you stored your sweets. When you heard her excited squeak, you knew she had found them. Shaking your head at her antics, you made your way to the kitchen to join her. You wouldn't trade her for anything in the world, either.

---

When your best friend left, it was already dark outside. You opted for a light dinner which consisted of a piece of sourdough bread, half a tomato, a handful of shredded cheddar cheese and three green olives. Everything was neatly arranged on the plate. Girl Dinner was served.

Walking over to the sofa to read for the second time that evening, you placed your plate on the small table in front of it, sat down and draped a blanket over yourself. Picking up the plate, you leaned back against the headrest and popped an olive into your mouth. Freya and Kiro soon joined you and tried to beg you for some of the sourdough. Kiro was particularly persistent, but so were you. When they finally realised you weren't going to give in, Kiro trotted off to sulk under one of your chairs and Freya retreated to her place on the headrest.

You were just about to open your book when your phone again alerted you to a new message. Thinking it was your best friend letting you know she had gotten home, you leaned forward to grab your phone. But it wasn't your best friend. Joe had texted you again.

Did you have dinner?

Uh... yeah. Why?

Oh, just checking. What are you doing?

I wanted to read, but a certain someone keeps interrupting.

Oh! My apologies. What are you reading?

This. *attachment*

Ooh. This looks interesting. What's it about?

Instead of telling him, you took a picture of the summary on the back.

It sounds very interesting. I'll stop bothering you now. Go read!

You're not bothering me, Joe.

Your last message stayed unread, and you frowned at your phone. After a couple of moments, you put your phone aside and finally started reading where you had left off.

---

You were about to take a sip of the tea you had made yourself an hour into reading when your phone beeped again. You wondered who it was. It certainly wasn't your best friend. She had let you know that she had arrived home shortly after Joe had dropped the conversation. You had a hunch, though.

Turning your phone around, you saw that Joe had sent you a picture. With a gentle tap to the screen, you enlarged the photo. It was a book, but not just any book. It was the same book you were reading. Smiling to yourself, you tapped on the picture again and added a heart reaction to it.

Then another message from Joe.

Now we can have our own little book club.

Those nine words instantly made your heart flutter.

Just the two of us?

Yep.

Count me in...

Brilliant! I was hoping you'd say yes. It'd be a shitty book club if I was on my own.

Yep. The discussions would be very one-sided.

And boring. OK, I'll let you read. I'm sure you're way ahead of me. I just got it and I gotta catch up so we can discuss it on our date.

I'd love that. Talk later?

Of course we will. Happy reading! Bye, darling xx

You too! Bye Joe xx

Grinning from ear to ear, you put your phone down and picked up your book up again. You’d never been happier that you had so mindlessly agreed to a date before.

---

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[redheadspark]

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

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

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

Break

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

Warnings - a hint of angst but mostly fluff

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“For what?” You asked.

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

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

He was always going to be okay. Thanks to you

The End

Grumpy vs. Sunshine Prompt Session

[bree-cheesy]

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.

[keeponquinning]

So, a while ago, I wrote this. And by now, you know me, I had to make an audio for it.

But for shits and giggles, I had it with Eddie too.. and I... I am sharing that now.

Enjoy. 18+!!! HEADPHONES ENCOURAGED.

[eddiemunsons80sbaby]

One Night in Roma

Pairing: JoeXFemReader

Request: I know you're writing a fic for Joseph and maybe after today's new photos you can write something about a drunk Joseph in Italy...like in the chair in the back

I won't lie. I jumped to this request because the words just came and I rolled with it. Hope you enjoy!

18+ Only

You stood on the roof, gazing out over the city below you. You had brought you to Italy multiple times but the beauty of the country never failed to leave you in awe. The sounds of casual conversation, ice clinking in glasses, and music playing hummed in your ears. You swayed softly to the beat of the music, losing yourself to the moment completely before turning around, your eyes finding your favorite guy. 

Joe was off chatting to his friends and you could tell he was fairly drunk by this point. He’d been enjoying this vacation to its fullest and you were glad. He’d been working so hard lately, bouncing from con to con meeting his fans, and he was beginning to shoot the Gladiator sequel shortly so that wasn’t going to end anytime soon. Your man was tired. It filled your heart with joy to see him so relaxed, leaning back against the parapet, cigarette in one hand, drink in the other, a wide smile lighting up his face, creating those little crinkles next to his eyes that you loved so damn much. 

He caught you watching him and winked, raising his hand and beckoning you over, “Hey darling, come here.”

You made your way over, smoothing down your skirt as you approached. Joe took your hand, pulling you to him until you stood between his legs, pressed against his chest. His friends chuckled and walked away, joining another small group. Joe’s hand came to rest on your hip as he nuzzled his nose against your hair, inhaling deeply. 

“Mmm…you smell delish,” he rumbled, fingers kneading your hip, his nose now moving along your ear and down your neck. You gasped when his tongue flattened against your throat, licking from the base to your chin. “I want to taste every inch of you.”

“Joe…” Your brain was telling you that you were surrounded by a bunch of onlookers, your body didn’t give a shit, and you were struggling to protest. “You’re drunk, baby.”

“I most certainly am,” he agreed, pulling back and booping your nose with his finger, that throaty giggle bubbling out of him and you couldn’t help but join in. The man’s laugh was so infectious. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t know what I want, darling.”

“Baby, your friends are all around us,” you whispered.

“My friends aren’t down there.” Joe looked over his shoulder, down off the side of the balcony, where there were two chairs on a lower level. Down far enough to be out of eyesight but not earshot. His hand slid from your hip to your lower back as his lips came next to your ear again. “Do you think you can be quiet for me, love?”

“Joe, I don’t know,” you replied, pulling your lower lip between your teeth as you glanced down at the sitting area. 

“My pretty girl…” Joe crooned, jutting his lower lip out, those soft, puppy dog eyes begging you as he took your hand, bringing it to his crotch, his erection already straining against his slacks. “Look at what you do to me, love. I need you.”

You groaned softly, “Joseph, stop giving me those eyes.”

“What eyes?” he asked innocently, smirking because he knew he had you now. 

He grabbed your hand, leading you along the edge of the balcony to a small set of stairs that led down to the sitting area. You glanced around but none of the others were paying attention, lost in their own conversations, many of them drunk, dancing, not caring what you and Joe were doing. 

“Come here,” Joe growled, flopping back into the chair, pulling you onto his lap. 

You maneuvered your legs under the arms so they hung on either side. Joe’s large hands covered your face, pulling your lips to his. His tongue danced along yours before he pulled your lower lip between his own, gently sucking. His hands were roaming now, sliding down your back and under your top, over your rib cage. His fingers danced over your skin until he covered each breast with one his hands, thumbs teasing your nipples over the flimsy lace until you uttered a low moan, his mouth swallowing the sound. 

All thoughts of the other guests upstairs vanished from your mind, 

your hips rolling over his. His erection pressed against your center and now you were whimpering, hands gripping his shoulders, needing this just as much as he did. You felt the growl in his chest as he took one nipple in each hand, pinching and pulling until you pulled away from his mouth, biting down on your own lip to keep from crying out.

“This skirt was a bloody good idea,” Joe hissed, hands now on your knees, pushing the gauzy fabric slowly along your thighs. “Fuck, the person who invented these things is a damn genius. Easy access.” He traced his fingers over the front of your panties and you choked out a gasp. “Mmm…so wet already. Shit, I want to taste you but that might have to wait until later.” One hand teased, thumb running over your clit through the satin underwear as the other gripped the back of your back. 

“Jesus, Joe,” you muttered, hips rocking against him as his fingers slid past your underwear. His thumb brushed along your sensitive little bud and you buried your face in his neck, smothering the sounds you couldn’t control. You never could when Joe was touching you. Your hips bucked harder and he groaned deeply.

“That’s so fucking good, darling,” he whispered, “keep going.”

You needed no encouragement, your body aching for release as Joe kept your pleasure building, your pussy pulsing in anticipation of release. His hand tangled in your hair, pulling your head back and his tongue traced a path from the base of your throat to your mouth before his lips claimed yours again. He sensed how close you were and slowed his thumb, now making lazy circles.

“Joe…baby…please…” you pleaded, gasping, grinding yourself against his hand, his erection, seeking out a way to relieve the tension within you, wound tighter than a clock. 

“Does my beautiful girl need to come?” he asked.

“Yes. Jesus Christ, yes. Please,” you whispered, struggling to remind yourself that you needed to be quiet. His thumb picked up its pace and then he flicked your clit and you cried out, eyes closing. 

“Must be quiet darling,” Joe mused, enjoying how out of control you were becoming at his touch. He yanked on your hair again. “If you want to come, you need to open those lovely eyes. I want to see you.”

You struggled to follow his command, opening your eyes and the intensity with which he was looking at you was enough to send you over the edge. Joe anticipated it and covered your mouth with his, swallowing your screams of pleasure as your body shuddered, his thumb never ceasing, working you through as you tumbled off the edge, coming completely undone. 

“Good girl,” he praised, tongue running gently over your lower lip. “Can you stand up for me, darling?”

You nodded, legs shaking as you gripped the arms of the chair, slowly making your way to your feet. Joe watched you, undoing his pants and sliding them and his boxers down his legs just enough, his length now on full display. You went to get on your knees, assuming that’s what he wanted but he held up a finger, shaking it and his head before spinning his finger.

“No darling, turn around.”

You did, your legs almost giving out but he grabbed onto your hips, steadying you. Joe slid your skirt up to your hips, pulling you back onto him, his cock slipping inside you slowly. You moaned as he bottomed out, your ass nestled snug against his hips. Nothing ever felt the way this did, Joe filling you up, stretching you completely, fitting inside you like his cock had been molded for you. 

“Shit darling…your pussy is fucking perfect,” he growled against your ear, hands slipping under your shirt again, cupping your breasts as he pressed his hips up into you and your eyes rolled back, head falling against his shoulder. 

You grabbed onto the arms of the chair, using it as leverage as you lifted your body and lowered it again, riding his cock. You relished the soft grunts and groans he released against your neck, his teeth nibbling the tender flesh there. When you took his full length in again, you rotated your hips, gasping as he hit all the right places within you. 

“Fuck, my pretty girl,” Joe hissed, “keep doing that. So good…”

You didn’t need telling twice. It was so fucking good. Joe kept one hand on your breast, teasing your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. His other hand traveled down along your stomach, under your skirt and back to your clit. You had no control, over stimulated, lost in the intense sensation throbbing through your body. The minute his finger brushed your clit, you cried out and his hand that had been teasing your breast clapped over your mouth. 

“Darling, don’t want us caught,” he reminded, groaning deeply as he rocked his hips, matching your rhythm, his finger brushing over your clit, alternating between back and forth movements and circles until you were mewling, back arching, completely undone. “Gonna come for me again, love? Yeah, you are. Come on, beautiful. Be a good girl for me and come all over my cock.”

You shrieked against his hand, back arching, body rigidly shaking as Joe kept hold of you, keeping you from slipping down off of him. Your knuckles turned white as you gripped onto the chair for dear life before collapsing against him. 

“That’s my girl,” he hummed, both hands grabbing onto your hips as he thrust up into you hard and fast. His breathing picked up, low grunts rising out of him before his fingertips dig in hard and you felt him fill you. “Fuck…Shit…”

You melted into him, your body refusing to cooperate. Joe’s arms came around you, holding you against him, his lips pressing against your shoulder, your neck, your cheek. Your head rolled and you wondered how in the hell you were going to get up. Just sitting here, nestled against Joe, sounded perfect right now. Your legs had lost all function. 

“You are so fucking amazing, darling,” Joe growled, nipping at your earlobe. “Jesus Christ, I love you.”

“I love you,” you gasped quietly, “but I can’t walk Joe.”

A laugh rumbled in his chest, “Then I did my job.”

[lavendermunson]

not enough | joseph quinn x fem!reader

summary joseph quinn watches writer!reader work on the smut scene for her secret book

warnings +18 fingering, cum play, pet names

a/n this is my first work, feedback and reblogs are appreciated. if you want more about writer!reader let me know

wc 1.2k

inspired on this moodboard i made

The idea was simple, finishing the chapter and going to sleep to proofread in the morning. You have it all planned, your secret book was loved by a few of your friends, you were still trying to get to write another fantasy book to publish.

This chapter was out of control, the sex scene you were writing was inspired by a dream you had with your boyfriend, you weren’t close sexually, but a part of you always wanted to. The shyness takes over you every time you are about to tell him, you know he isn't going to judge you but getting the words out of your mouth is tricky. You wish he could just read your thoughts.

As you were writing on your computer, fingers pressing down the letter keys making a clicking sound, the music loud in your room. Whenever you were alone, without your roomie in the apartment, you loved to use the speakers in your house, it was loud but relaxing, and you were too concentrated to notice your boyfriend was right behind you. Squeezing his eyes and reading the words that you were typing, he knew about your hobbies but this is the first time he looks over something you write in the famous secret book.

"He curls his finger inside" Joseph shakes his head as he reads "really? do you think one is enough for her? poor girl"

You swallow hard, shutting down your computer fast as the embarrassment grows red on your cheeks. Joseph catches your gaze with his big brown eyes and a big soft grin on his mouth. "What? don't go all shy on me i've been behind you like… ten minutes "

"I didn't hear you come in" your lips tremble, and your eyes never stopped looking at his.

"I used the key you gave me, very bad decision if you ask me" the smile on his face grew bigger, and acknowledging you had those kinds of thoughts made him excited. Joseph's hand rested on your cheek, softly caressing your skin with his fingers and kisses all over your face.

Enjoying the moment of silence he removes the strands of hair falling down your forehead and hiding the features of your perfect face.

"It's enough" you whisper, he furrows his brows in amusement.

"What do you mean, baby?"

"One finger is enough… or that's what i think"

Joseph watched your face turn red, he was delighted, he couldn’t even speak. Your teeth caught your bottom lip, you decided to hold on to that thought and bite it until he noticed you were nervous, you always give it away by biting your lip.

"Wanna try?” Now it was his turn to whisper, making your lips tickle thanks to how close he was to your lips. The air in the room turns hot, your clothes start to feel small, like they’re squeezing you.

‘Try’ is it a good idea? you don't even know, but that's all you have been thinking about.

"Please" you nodded "Please, i do" He placed a hand on your thigh, slowly moving upwards down your pink silk shorts. Your hand moves quickly to his wrist trying to stop him, it was a spontaneous move.

"It’s okay, I will take care of you princess" taking a deep breath you let him get closer to you and touch you.

His hand stops as his fingers find the wet spot on your panties, his mouth waters immediately and he presses over the spot making you flinch in your seat. He looked at you for a moment and then started to rub your clit with two fingers. The touch was slow and gentle but it was the first time someone touched you like this, not even you dared to try something before, it was a new feeling, a very good new feeling.

Your hips start to grind against his hand as your wetness comes to be more noticeable, you realize a feeling such as a knot in your stomach, you try to fix it by letting out a deep breath. Your boyfriend took that sign to go even further. He stops rubbing your clit and moves the fabric of your panties to the side, touching your wetness with his bare fingers, playing around with your wetness..

"Bet you taste like fucking heaven, princess”

"Joe-" you moaned, grinding your hips again.

Your boyfriend puts his fingers back under your shorts to touch your wet pussy and starts to tease your entrance making your lips form a pout, he found the protest irresistible and decided to slide it inside your pussy. He was touching the walls of it with a slow pace, your head fall back as he moved his finger in and out making you moan his name for the first time.

"Joe, baby pleas-" helpless and needy, your lips let out his name in a soft whisper.

"You were saying? one finger is enough?" His ego bursts into the room, his free hand resting on the back of your neck trying to hold you.

"No- no… i need mo- more" you said, crying out loud. It felt so good you couldn’t get enough of it.

"Anything for you, princess" two more fingers got inside you without a warning, and he moved them just like before but this time faster "Here goes your favorite part" he curls his fingers inside you making your legs close trapping his hand inside.

He continues with his work, focused, making you feel good at the same time sweet nothings fell from your mouth. Of course he had experience on this, he was a total master, but he didn’t want to give it away until you were ready. Always such a gentleman.

"You look even more beautiful when i'm fucking you with my fingers, darling" he said, his thumb rubbing over your clit, earning a pornographic scream from you "look at you, all sweet and needy"

This time you nodded, your mind was all blurry and your body was being filled with waves of hot pleasure. You felt the luckiest girl alive.

"I think i'm going to-" you say, in an effort to get your voice back but it got lost in your moans.

"You are about to cum, darling" he warned you, not stopping his movements for a second, he took a deep look into your eyes, pupils dilated and tears of pleasure threatening to spill out. He presses his lips against yours, savoring the taste of your chapstick and letting your moans drown in his mouth.

Your legs tense up as you started to cum around his fingers, the slow burn on your throat made you swallow hard, trying to ease your breath as your legs relaxed and started to shake. Releasing all you had inside, Joseph takes as much as he could with his fingers, getting them out of your pussy slowly and licking them clean.

You watched as he finished cleaning his fingers with his own tongue, hypnotizing you with the show. You look at him and between his legs, his tight jeans were soaked in cum.

"You like what you see? C'mon, you need to clean your mess" he grabs your chin so you lock eyes with him "Maybe you can write about this too"

It's going to be a long, long night.

—

as i said before, this is my first work be gentle with me!!! i love this british man so darn much

[lovejosephquinn]

Joe slamming into you sore and dry but it still feels so good being caged between your walls that you can’t help but wrap your body around him, pushing your feet down and digging your heels so that you can feel every inch of him plowing in and out of you at a rapid pace. He’s holding onto you, fingernails digging in through your shoulder blades, sweat intertwining through the lack of space between your bodies and it feels so good to mix the pain and pleasure of the sheer lust you have for one another. None of you want to be the first to give up so you keep going, commentating dirty nothings into each others ear, moaning louder every time he makes an attempt to tap your cervix with the tip of his length. It all feels too good and the entirety of you is electric, a shockwave of fine feeling, a vibration of aches and exhaustion yet he still continues to rail you just as he did when he began. The sounds of a whimper erupt from his throat and that’s when you know he’s done, he releases in side of you one last time, previous orgasms still stuck inside of you, coating you an off white colour inside. His cock enclosing the seed inside of you so beautifully, so professionally and the more he fills you the more you crave it. The combination of cum, slick and the sound of him pushing through all of this to have his way with you is the most joyous of squelching noises, the sign of a good time. He whimpers when he pulls out but you’re instantly finding yourself pushing yourself to the edge of the bed, your mouth cleaning up the mess he’s left on his shaft, slight firmer whimpers, his body twitches and tears are wetting your eye lids. No matter how many times you can go on for, it’s still never enough, you both still crave more.