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hii friend, i read your tom grant fic and i’m obsessed with it!! would you ever write for joseph quinn the actor? if you can could you maybe write something about joe and reader trying for a baby? if not it’s totally fine :) have a great day or night <333

trying ~ joseph quinn x reader

word count: 4.7k

warnings: smut ofc, 18+ only please <3, breeding kink, unprotected sex (duh), breeding press (aka my weakness), EXTREMELY fluffy and mushy, discussions of pregnancy, multiple orgasms, joe steals the reader's birth control for like 4 seconds, reader is into it but acting neutral because she wants him to beg more lmao, joe makes reader come up with baby names during sex... it's freaky guys

As you turned your head to the side to look at him— laughing gently as he raised his glass to his lips, listening to a friend's story about how she got kicked out of a pub over a complicated misunderstanding— you smiled, too, and reached to give his knee a quick squeeze through his jeans.  He looked back at you, offering a little smile just for you, and the conversation continued.

Later, when dinner was completed and the conversation had moved from the outdoor patio back to inside the flat, you were helping with dishes when the baby monitor went off.  It was just a little at first, just a strange groaning noise coming through it, and then you saw the lights flash brighter and heard a proper cry between bouts of static.  Drying your hands quickly, you popped your head out of the kitchen and saw the hostess first, thankfully.

"Jess, the monitor?" you informed her, interrupting a conversation as she turned.  

"Oh, thank you," she sighed, excusing herself and slipping down the hall.

Joe, a member of the abandoned discussion, gave you a little cringe: "I hope we didn't wake her," he said.

"Oh, I doubt it," you assured him, "babies just wake up often."

Jess came back a few minutes later, and to everyone's pleasant surprise, she brought baby Cleo with her.  Everyone was already in a chorus of "aww"s before she'd even explained why she was bringing her out; "I think she just wants some attention," Jess explained, and dinner guests began to gather around where Jess was standing with Cleo on her hip.

You waited until all the dishes were done to go out there and see the baby yourself, but by the time you came out, you were surprised to see her on Joe's knee— or maybe you were more surprised to see Joe acting a complete fool, making silly faces and noises at her to get her to smile.  

"Oh, just in time," someone else noticed your arrival, "your boyfriend's fallen madly in love with this baby."

"That's a shame," you joked as you sat down next to him, "he was supposed to come home with me tonight."

You gave Joseph a kiss on the cheek, noticing Cleo's massive blue eyes on you as you leaned in closer to him.  You mouthed hi! and waved at her, as she continued to examine you.

Her eyes followed your hand as you reached forward and hesitantly tickled her belly through the star-dotted onesie she had on, and she finally gave you a smile; you'd earned approval, for now.  "Hi Cleo!" you greeted her aloud, tickling her tummy again, and she kicked her legs as Joe held her up on his knee.

"How old did you say she was again?" Joe asked Jess, without looking away from Cleo until he actually heard her answering.

"Seven months," Jess replied.

"Oh," Joe nodded, "is it easier now than when she was born?"

"She sleeps longer," Jess decided, "and I actually have some vague idea of what I'm doing, so that's nice."

Joe smiled and looked back at Cleo, who was looking at you as you talked to her about whatever you could think of.  He moved her in closer to his lap, where her attention was suddenly taken by his necklace; he let her grab and tug on it for a while, until she yanked hard enough to be able to reach up and start pulling on his hair next.

"Ow," Joe frowned, and you laughed at his predicament— he was forced to stay hunched over in his own lap as she balled her fists in his curls.

"Oh, sorry, she's really into hair pulling right now," Jess cringed, reaching forward to try to help unlatch those little chubby hands.  Eventually she was able to get her free, but of course, like anyone forced to stop touching Joseph's curls, she started to get upset.  Just a little pout at first, then a whimper, then a proper cry.  "Oh no," Jess mumbled, lifting her out of Joe's lap— though he started to reach for her again, before he stopped himself.

"Did I make her cry?" Joe asked, the genuine heartbreak in his voice making your own chest tighten.

"No, no, she's just fussy," Jess promised, "she's probably wet— I'll go change her."

Joe turned back to you and you reached up to brush your hand over his hair.  "Looked like she was really going for it there," you noticed.  "She didn't actually manage to rip any out, did she?"

But he didn't answer your question, instead blurting out, "I want one."

You laughed a little.  "Well, when someone picks it up and takes it away to change the diaper, I'm sure it seems very appealing," you noticed.

He pouted a little, but the conversation changed before you could really press him on it— and all too soon, the evening came to a close.  Jess thanked you for your help with everything, you insisted you wouldn’t let her host a dinner party on her own when she had a baby to take care of; Joe asked if he could say goodbye to her, but Jess explained that she was down for hopefully the entire night but promised they’d have another playdate soon.

You could tell Joe really was enamored by Cleo, due in part to how silent he was on the ride home.  Then you got home, and he tolerated you making conversation about the party and the other guests, but there was that distance in his eyes.

“You’re still thinking about Cleo, aren’t you?” you noticed.

“Hm?  Oh,” he sighed, sitting down on the couch.  “Yeah, I am.  She was so little!”

You laughed.  “Yeah, I hear most babies are like that.”

“But she was so cute, god, you saw she looks just like Jess already,” he described, laying his head back on the couch, “but, you know, all fat and adorable.”

“Those blue eyes are her dad’s, though,” you recalled.

“Really?” Joe smiled— his cheeks seemed a little flushed, suddenly.

“C’mon, let’s get our teeth brushed and all so we can go to sleep,” you insisted, grabbing Joe’s hand and pulling him up off the couch, “some of us had a little more work to do tonight than just playing around with a baby.”

~

He was doing that thing he did, where he wanted to say something but he hadn't found either the words or the nerve yet.  But you could never get him to spit it out until he was ready, so you just sighed and let him stare at you as you got ready for bed.

Eventually he got in bed by himself, where he liked to wait for you until you were done with your routine, but you were having a hard time wrapping up since you couldn't find the final step.  I swear I left them right here…

You rifled through the medicine cabinet for a bit, frowning.  "Babe, have you seen my pills?"

"Um, yeah," he called back, "they're right here."

You came out to the bedroom to find him sitting up in the bed, holding the pack in his hand.  "Give me those," you instructed.

"I will— I just wanna talk first."

"Joseph."

He frowned and tossed you the packet, which landed in your hands with a rattle.  Before you'd even started to pop one out, he was jumping up to give you a tight hug.  "Please, darling?" he whined, bending down and laying his head on your chest.  "Please, please please—"

A second later, he was literally on his knees before you, clutching your legs, his chin resting on your hip as you looked down at him.  "You're serious?" you noticed.

"It'll be so great, won't it?  Our baby.  You and me."

"It'll be great—"

"Yes!"

"— and incredibly difficult!  You realize that they just keep growing up, right?"

"That's the best part!" he beamed.  "Kids are even better than babies!"

"And teenagers?" you prompted crossing your arms.

"No no, don't do that," he pouted, reaching up to gently pull your arms open again, "you do that when you're about to say no to me."

You sighed and rolled your eyes, letting him hold your hands down by his face as he squeezed them a little.

"Yeah, teenagers can be annoying, sure," he continued, "but they're fun— you can really talk with them then.  C'mon, I know you think I'm crazy but I really mean it.  I wanna have a family."

"It's all pretty sudden, Joe… you saw one baby today for, like, an hour— and then you stole my pills!"

"Okay, first of all,” he defended, “I just… borrowed them.”

“Right.”

“And second of all, it’s not as sudden as you think.  I've wanted this for so long, you have no idea,” he admitted.  “I mean, really— since we met, I've been thinking about this."

You raised your eyebrows.  "Really?  And did you plan to ever make me privy to those thoughts?"

"Well… I am now!" he smiled, batting his eyelashes up at you.  You sighed, and he stood up again, still clutching your hands.  "It's okay if you don't want this, but seeing Cleo just made me wonder why I've been waiting so long.  If I had it my way, you'd already be pregnant."

And it was impossible to keep hiding your smile when he said that.  "I've been thinking about it too, Joe."

"Really?" he whispered, and you nodded.  He hummed and gave you a kiss on the forehead; you wrapped your arms around his torso, laughing as he pulled you back onto the bed.  "What did you think about?" he asked as he started to kiss down to your neck.

"Well— I mean, I just thought about it sometimes," you sighed.  "What it would be like if you and I…"

"Yeah?"

"But it was just a fantasy!" you interrupted yourself.

"Let's make fantasy a reality, darling,” he purred, “don't take your pills tonight.  Actually, you can just throw them out."

You whined as he rolled you onto your back, pressing his weight into you.

"Please, love?  I want a baby so bad…" he whispered.

"I know," you breathed.

"You want it too, right?  I know you do."

"And you do understand I'm not going to get pregnant tonight just because I'm not taking the pill?" you pointed out.

"So you're gonna stop taking them?" he grinned.

"I mean… I'm thinking about it," you admitted.

"Yeah, it won't be right away— that's the fun part, right?  Trying.  We can tell people we’re trying."

"Ew," you frowned, "let's not tell people that.  It's just a socially-appropriate way of saying that we're constantly fucking."

"Yeah!  That's why it's fun to say," he laughed.  "Even if it won't happen tonight… we can still start practicing for when it really happens."

"Are you out of practice, suddenly?" you snorted.  "Seems like you've been getting some practice in a couple times a week for the last— how long's it been, two years?"

"No, darling, this is different," he explained.  "This isn't just fucking.  It's… making love."

You rolled your eyes.  "Oh, that's ridiculous."

"It's not!  It's supposed to be special, making a baby and all," he whispered.  "It won't be like what we usually do— no… hair-pulling, or anything…"

You frowned.  "Well what's the fun in that?"

"The fun is that I'm going to get you pregnant," he explained, lowering his voice.  "And it's gonna be my baby in you."

You bit your lip.  He smiled, tapping you on the end of your nose with his finger.

“Gimme those pills, love, I’ll go chuck them for you now.”

“Joeeyyy,” you whined, the way you only did when he was doing something that made you wet against your better judgment.

He reached for your hand to take them away, but you laughed as you turned on your side and curled up so he couldn’t get to them.  “You’re not going to make me take them from you, are you, sweetheart?”

“I mean, how bad do you want me off of them?” you challenged.

“Oh, don’t play with me now,” he warned with a purr, “you know I’m dead serious.”

You shrugged.  “Are you though, really?”

He growled and started to 

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you, too,” you replied.

“Then why don’t we go ahead and make a baby about it?” he encouraged.

You laughed, but nodded.  “Okay.”

“Okay?” he beamed.

“Yeah, let’s do it,” you decided.

“Oh my god,” he breathed, kissing you hard as you kept smiling, “oh god, angel— I love you so much.”

He helped strip you of your pajamas— gently, but efficiently— as he kissed all over your heated skin.  He continued whispering praises and thank yous and promises to get you pregnant as soon as he could

“I can’t wait, I really can’t wait,” he rushed against your neck, hands tight on your waist, “can you?”

You shook your head.

“I just know you’re gonna look so pretty pregnant,” he breathed, one hand ghosting over your stomach.  “My baby, right here, making you all big— you’re gonna be fucking gorgeous.”

That was bad enough, and then his hand started moving lower and lower; of course you spread your legs for him right away, why wouldn’t you?  He still mocked you quietly, though, asking if you really needed him that bad.  You really did.

He just teased your aching pussy with his fingers for a moment, before he honed in on your clit and gave it a few slow circles.  You hummed, letting your head fall to the side.  “You feel ready for me,” he announced as pushed two fingers into you, making you whine and arch your back.  

“God, Joe, I am,” you agreed, “need you inside me.”

“Soon,” he promised.  “Gonna open you up a little more first, love, just be patient.”

He twisted his fingers around, curling them into your spot only for a moment at a time before pulling back and making you sigh in frustration

“Should I make you come on my fingers once, just to get you nice and soaked for me?” he wondered.

“N-no, fuck, wanna come on your cock,” you pleaded.

“Yeah?  You want me to feel it when you come for me, right?”

“Yes,” you groaned, “please… please fuck me.”

“Now, what did I tell you?” he grinned.  “It’s not fucking, darling.”

Funny how you were more embarrassed to say it the other way: “Please m-make love to me,” you whispered.

“That’s better, love,” he cooed as he kissed your cheek before climbing up on top of you; he was still wearing his thin golden chain, and it swung over your face.  “I’ll do more than that— I’ll give you a baby.  You want that?”

You smiled.  “I think I’m the one giving you a baby.”

“Fair,” he chuckled, “okay— I’ll make love to you, and come inside you, and you’ll give me a baby.  How does that sound?”

“Hmm,” you considered, “I mean, it sounds good, but—”

“Oh god—” he dropped his head onto your chest— “love, you’re driving me mad now…”

“I just want to make sure this is what you want,” you teased— and he knew exactly how full of shit you were, but he must have realized that he would have to play along anyway.

“C’mon, darling, I want this more than anything,” he breathed, lifting his head up again to look down at you closely.  One of his hands found the top of your head and stroked your hair, keeping you from looking away.  “I’ve never wanted anything like I want this— like I want our baby inside you now.  Something made from how much we love each other, isn’t it perfect?  And everyone will see us together and know that we’re in love, that we’re a family.”

You sighed a little, appreciating what that would be like; taking such a huge step from being partners, being boyfriend and girlfriend, to being parents together.  It was obviously daunting, but it made you feel all warm and happy inside.

“When it’s here, I can carry it on my shoulders in the park, or you can push the pram, won’t that be nice?” he imagined with a wistful smile.  “And our child will always know how loved it is, how much we wanted them— how desperate Daddy was that he told Mummy he’d do anything if they could have a baby together.”

“Anything?”

“Of course— you’re doing the most incredible thing for me,” he explained, grabbing one of your hands and squeezing it, before he pulled it closer and kissed your fingers.  “We can get married first, if you’d rather do it all in the normal order.  But that doesn’t really matter to me, if I’m honest— we’re a family either way.”

“You’re really into this whole ‘baby makes three’ thing, huh?” you chuckled, but he cut you off with a slow, gentle kiss.  It changed the mood entirely, especially once you relented to it and reached up to wrap your arms around his shoulders.

“Yeah,” he finally agreed when he pulled away, leaving you blinking and trying to catch your breath after a kiss like that.  “I’m really into it.”

You only gave him a little breathless nod, but that was enough of an approval for him: he pressed himself into you, watching your face as your body gave way and took him inside.  He was as deep as possible in less than a second, keeping a focused expression as you moaned and wrapped your legs around his hips.

“Darling,” he breathed, “you feel so perfect— doesn’t it feel different, knowing it’ll really mean something?”

You nodded again, keeping your eyes shut as you focused on the feeling, on how perfectly he fit inside you, on how his hands felt holding you tightly and keeping you close.

He kissed you again, just for a second before he started to kiss different places on your face, moving his hips (finally) though keeping you on edge with how slow he was going.  “D’you want a boy or a girl?” he asked, pressing his smile against the side of your face.

“Boy,” you blurted out— something about the way he was moving inside you made all pretense fall away, and you could speak purely on instinct.

“No, no way,” he laughed, “our first has got to be a girl.  Think of all the sweet little things we can dress her in!”

“Our first?  There’s more?” you gasped— partially because of what he said, mostly because he was holding your hips tight and keeping you close so you had to feel every thrust in the deepest parts of you.  You could barely believe he was keeping up conversation this well while fucking you like this…

“At least two more,” he announced.

“Fuck, and who’s having the other two?  ‘Cause I only signed up for one,” you countered.

“I think you’re going to like it,” he decided, “and you’ll be the one begging me for a second.  For your little boy you apparently want.”

“I just said that randomly,” you insisted, feeling your cheeks heat up.  “Don’t read into it.”

“Yeah?  What would you name a boy, then?”

“Daniel,” you answered far too quickly.  “O-or James…”

“Hm,” he smiled, “I like James better.  They’re both pretty traditional— why not something a little more adventurous?”

“Such as…?”

“I dunno… Wolfgang,” he offered, seemingly off the top of his head, and you snorted.

“Oh, I didn’t realize we were having a German baby,” you laughed.

“Doesn’t matter ‘cause we’re having a girl anyways,” he decided, kissing you just beside your ear, picking up his pace inside you just a bit.  “I know it.  I already know it.”

“Could always name the girl Wolfgang,” you panted, hoping to sound composed even though you were on fire inside.

“Don’t give me any ideas,” he warned, gently biting on your earlobe for a moment.  “I always wanted to call a girl Agatha.”

“You’re joking,” you hoped, flatly.

“Or Penelope,” he added.

“We’ll go with that one,” you decided, whimpering when one of his hands grabbed your thighs and held your leg at a deeper angle— it made everything more intense all of a sudden.  You gasped and grabbed his shoulders tighter, digging your nails in, and heard him hum proudly.

“Do you just really like that name, or do you like what I’m doing to you?” he asked playfully.

“Please, just a little faster,” you begged, “jus’ need a little more, Joe, please, please…”

“Shh,” he soothed quietly, moving to hover above you again and lifting both of your legs this time, “m’gonna give you want you need, darling, if you just trust me, okay?”

He lifted your legs onto his shoulders, and leaned down over you— he hadn’t even moved yet and your whole body tensed up, your back arching and your eyes rolling back.  

“How’s that feel?” he asked with a knowing grin as you reached down to grab the sheets under you for dear life.  “It’s not too deep, is it?”

“Oh my god,” you moaned, “I— Joe!”

You couldn’t say anything else because he gave you a sudden, sharp thrust that made you feel like his cock was in your chest or something.  How could it be this deep, how could anything be this deep?

“Fuck,” you cried, toes curling where they were suspended in the air behind his head.  Apparently you were more flexible than you realized— and closer to coming, too.

“You’re so wet,” he noticed with a sigh, “my god, darling, you’ve really soaked my cock, just because I said I was going to get you pregnant?  That’s all it takes?”

Whimpering, you nodded while holding your bottom lip between your teeth.

“I will,” he promised, his own voice finally showing signs of his desperation— he could only keep his cool for so long.  “I will, love, I promise.”

His hands found yours, and pinned them to each side of your head as your fingers weaved together.  It didn’t take much more of that for you to come— intense and nearly overwhelming, yes, but sort of… comfortable, too.  Not as harsh and sudden as it had been with him before, not the kind to make you scream or sob or anything.  Those were like being thrown into the deep end; this one was more like laying on the beach and feeling each wave slide over the sand and wash higher and higher up your body until you were immersed in it— but without that pesky drowning thing.  It was much more pleasant than that.

“Beautiful,” he whispered to you as he watched you go under, “so fucking beautiful— I love you so much, sweetheart.”

“Love you too,” you gasped out.

He choked a little on his groan; “Again,” he demanded, “say it again.”

“I love you,” you promised, “Joe, I love you so so much…”

He squeezed your hands, and you were too weak and limp now to properly squeeze them back.  “I-I’m gonna come,” he stammered between heavy breaths, “please, darling— I can come inside, right?  Let me come inside you, love, I need to…”

“Yes,” you breathed, back arching deeper, “yes, fuck, of course you can.”

He bit his lip, looking down at you with half-lidded eyes that captured you completely.  “I’m gonna come inside you,” he promised, speaking in a low voice that made a shiver run up your spine, “but I’m not gonna stop.  Okay?”

Fuck.  Was that even physically possible?

“Can you take it, love?”

You whimpered, but nodded confidently.  You could hardly tell he was coming when he did it while still fucking you just as fast— his hips rutted into yours and each flex of his cock seemed to be timed just right with when he was deepest inside you.  Even when you thought you were totally spent, you managed to arch your back a bit more without even meaning to.

He’d been putting more effort into keeping himself partially upright than you realized, because when his strength gave out and he partially collapsed onto you, it forced your legs even closer to your chest— and then you were both delirious from the feeling.

He was just as loud as you, moaning into your neck and the pillow under you as he moved way faster than before, letting go of one of your hands so he could grab your thigh instead to keep you still.

“Fuck,” he grunted, “fuck, darling— I can’t stop until I give you everything.”

“Don’t,” you agreed, “don’t stop… that’s what I want, I want everything.  I want e-every drop of you inside me…”

He hissed through his teeth briefly before he kissed you again; this kiss was a lot more feverish than the last, so much more desperate and filled with moans and gasping breaths against each other.

“Oh, fuck!” you whined when he shifted his hips a little lower and forced his cock right into that spot— the one that was all swollen and sensitive from the last time you came.  “Fuck, baby, please—”

Maybe if he were a little more conscious he would say something all witty and mocking like, is that a pet name or a request?  But he was fighting to keep from falling apart already, fucking into you desperately and quickly even though you were both overstimulated and there was a mix of your and his come starting to make a patch on the silk sheets.

His mouth was slack and open right above yours, and he was getting louder and louder as his hands held yours so tight it was almost painful— it would’ve been very painful, actually, if your hands and feet weren’t already going numb.

When you came again, it was the last straw for him— he let go of your hands to grab onto your shoulders, for some reason, and let out a shaky whining sort of noise; he stopped moving and you really felt it now, the pulsing of his cock inside your sore channel.  You felt full and dizzy and sleepy, the outside of your body entirely limp while your insides kept flexing in spite of the exhaustion.

He let go of your hands, slowly, and used his new freedom to carefully guide your legs down— around his waist, instead, and not held up on his shoulders.  You hissed from the soreness in your hips, but relaxed as he trailed slow, gentle kisses along your cheek.

“So,” he began with a sigh, “that was…”

“Mhm,” you hummed in agreement.

You both returned to catching your breath for a moment, while his thumb stroked the upper part of your thigh gently— it did more to soothe you than you expected.

“You came twice,” you noticed.

“Yeah,” he breathed.

“H-how…?”

His face came back up so you could get a proper look at him— flushed and sweating, a loose curl sticking to his forehead, glassy-eyed and wearing a tilted smile— and you felt yourself clench inside again at just how pretty he was.  “I guess I was just feeling… extra inspired,” he grinned, kissing the tip of your nose as he brushed hair away from your face with his hand.  “Did you like it?”

“Like it?!  Fuck, it was so hot,” you laughed.  “I mean, you barely even slowed down…”

“What can I say?  I really, really want to get you pregnant.”

You shivered.  “Well now I really, really want to be pregnant.”

“I bet it won’t take us too long,” he decided.  “But we should start tracking your cycle and everything, make sure we’re doing everything right… here, while I’m at it—”

He reached past your head and grabbed a pillow, lifting your hips to slide it underneath them before he set you back down— all without pulling out.

“I’ve heard it helps it all stay inside,” he explained.

“You’ve really prepared for this, haven’t you?” you noticed, and he looked at your face carefully.

“If you’re really not sure, it’s not too late to just take the pill tonight and go back to normal,” he reminded you, leaning down closer again.  “I won’t be mad or anything.”

“No, this is what I want,” you promised.  “So, so much.”

He smiled and kissed you quickly, though you reached up and weaved your fingers into his curls so you could pull him back down for more.  “Are we trying again tomorrow?” he wondered, speaking quietly into the kiss.

“First thing,” you smiled.

I am about five seconds away from just drawing all the Barbatos art I keep trying to speak into existence.