#thatcherjoe request

[buttercream-imagines]

Sharing the Loneliness || All

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pairing - buttercreams x reader word count - 1,037 warnings - none A/N -

summary - The one where the buttercreams help you through

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All through your life, you questioned why you learned certain things in school. Why was math important? Or geography? Or any of the other classes you took in high school? Sure, you could quote the pythagorean theorem and you could name most countries and their capitals, but you never learned the important things. You never learned how to talk a friend out of a panic attack or how to do your taxes, and you certainly never learned how to cope after losing your mom.

You felt so empty all the time. How were you expected to go on after one of the most important people in your life left you and would never come back? You never wanted to leave your bed. You were so tired and so lonely. Your mom was one of your best friends, and now she was just gone.

Your friends texted you everyday to check on you. You texted them back short responses, just to let them know you were alive. They wanted to help you, but they didn’t know how. You wouldn’t answer the phone calls they sent you, you never went out when they invited you, and you were having a hard time opening up to any of them.

Finally, a few weeks had passed and you heard a knock at your door. You paused the movie you were watching on Netflix and got up from the couch to answer it. On the other side of the door were the buttercreams. Joe was holding a few pizzas, Jack some bottles of beer, Byron a bag full of ice cream, and Caspar a stack of movies. “What are you doing here?” you asked, standing aside to let them in.

“You’ve been alone for so long,” Oli said gently, giving you a small hug, “we thought you could use some friends.”

You smiled softly and whispered your thanks to him and the others. You all gathered by your couch and stuffed your faces with pizza. You didn’t put on a movie at first. You just wanted to talk to them and let them make you laugh. It had been so long since you laughed. After a lull in the conversation, Caspar spoke. “How are you doing?” he asked gently. The smile that was on your face fell a bit and you shrugged.

“All things considered, I guess I’m doing okay,” you said. “It’s hard. It’s hard because when I’m going through the mourning process I keep wanting to talk to someone, but the person I would talk to is the person I lost. I miss her so much. Everyday I wake up and I reach for the phone to see if she texted me and obviously there’s never anything there. It feels like it happened so fast, like one day she was here and now she’s not.”

“I’m sorry, (Y/N),” Conor said gently, giving your arm a squeeze.

“It’s shitty because bad things are always going to happen,” Mikey said. “There’s no other way to spin it. The only thing that you can control is how you handle it. And that’s what we’re here for. We’re here to help you handle it, whatever that means.”

“I’ve been secluding myself,” you said quietly. “I’ve been pulling back and distancing myself from everyone, and then I complain that I’m lonely. I guess it’s because when I say I’m lonely, I’m thinking of her.”

“You know,” Byron said, “loneliness is a good thing to share with somebody.”

You couldn’t help but smile softly at him. He was the one sitting beside you so you laid your head on his shoulder just as you felt a tear roll down your cheek. “You know, when King Lear dies at the end of act five, do you know what Shakespeare writes?” None of the boys said anything. “He writes he dies. That’s it. He doesn’t write some big metaphor or some grand final words. He just writes he dies. And every time I read it, I know it’s only natural for me to feel this way. And it’s not because the words are so beautiful and profound, but it’s because of the life I read about prior to the words. And that’s what I keep thinking about. She died. She’s gone. And yeah, that makes me sad, but what’s really making me feel this way is remembering the life I saw before that.”

You hadn’t even realized you were crying until Jack handed you a box of tissues. You took it with a quiet thank you and blew your nose a bit. “I know what she would want me to do,” you continued, clearing your throat a bit. “She wouldn’t want me to sit around like this. It’s not like she would want me to be happy that she was gone, but she would want me to turn the page, you know? When Shakespeare wrote the death of King Lear, he didn’t expect everyone to stop reading. He expected us to turn the page and continue on. I guess that’s what she would want me to do too.”

“I’m sure she’s so proud of you right now,” Joe said gently. “And we are too. With all this shit you’re going through, you’re still so strong.”

“I sure don’t feel strong,” you mumbled honestly, running your fingers through your hair.

“And that’s okay,” Josh said. “No one expects you to feel strong and perfect right now. But just the fact that you’re still going proves to the rest of us that you’ve got the strength to keep going. And we’ll be here beside you through it all.”

“Thanks guys,” you whispered, wiping your nose with the back of your sleeve.

With a stronger beat in your heart, you cracked open a pint of ice cream and urged the boys to pick a movie to watch. As they argued over what to put on, you couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of peace surround you. You knew your mom was somewhere watching you, and she always did love your friends. If you closed your eyes, you could see her smile and hear her voice whisper, I love you.

And so, you turned the page and penned a new chapter.

[buttercream-imagines]

dodie Series || Joe

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pairing - Joe x reader [ft Zoe Sugg] word count - 879 warnings - none A/N -

summary - The one based off of Would You Be So Kind?

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You were spending the night at Zoe and Alfie’s. You met the pair back in 2013 along with a lot of other British YouTubers who were big at the time. Now, even though the main “YouTube Crew” somewhat disbanded, you and Zoe remained as close as ever. Not to mention the outrageous crush you had on her brother brought you two closer as well. Zoe was who you went to with boy problems, even when the boy problems revolved around Joe.

It was late 2015 when you fell for the younger Sugg, and early 2016 when you decided to put yourself out there and tell him. The feelings, however, weren’t reciprocated. Luckily you and Joe remained friends, but you were left always wanting more. Always wondering if more would ever happen.

On the night of your sleepover, you and Zoe were hanging out in the sun room, looking up at the stars through the glass ceiling above you. Alfie had gone out for the night, so you and Zoe were able to chat about anything without him overhearing. Not that you didn’t trust Alfie, but some things were just for Zoe’s ears. You were lounging out, your head resting on the arm of couch. Zoe was sitting on the other end, Nala in her lap and her phone in her hand. “Alfie’s on his way back,” she said suddenly.

“Cool,” you responded, staring still up at the sky absentmindedly.

“He’s bringing Joe.”

You sat up and looked at Zoe. “Really?” you asked. “Why?”

“I don’t know,” she said sarcastically, “because they’re friends?”

“Shut up,” you laughed. With a sigh, you added, “Has he said anything about me?”

“You know we don’t talk about that kind of stuff,” Zoe said gently.

“I know,” you mumbled. “I was just wondering.”

“I still think you should just talk to him again,” Zoe said. She had been trying to get you to restate your feelings for her brother for a while now, but you were too nervous to get shot down- again.

“Yeah?” you scoffed. “And say what? I have a strange question. How are your lungs? Are they in pain?”

“What?”

“Cuz mine are aching,” you groaned. “And I think I know why. It’s because of him. It’s like whenever I think about him I can’t breathe. To be honest, I kind of like it though.”

“You’re so weird,” Zoe laughed.

“And after I’ve asked him about his lungs,” you continued, laughing as well, “I’ll say Would you be so kind as to fall in love with me?” You jumped up onto the couch, putting your hand on your heart dramatically. “I know you know that I like you but that’s not enough! So, if you would, please fall in love with me!”

Zoe laughed and you jumped off the couch, doing a spin in the middle of the room. “Then I’ll say, Let’s write a story,” you said, “so you can be in my book. You’ve got to join me on my page!”

“Okay, okay,” Zoe said, “and what if he says he needs time?”

“He needs time?” you scoffed. “I’d say let’s swap chests today! That might help you decide.”

You laughed again and fell back onto the couch. “And then,” you sighed, “once I’ve said all that, I’ll give him one final plea. I’ll just look at him and say, Can you do me one favor? Can your heart rate rise a little? Just a little, you know? Just enough so he can kind of get how I feel. Is that too much to ask?”

“You’re so in love with him,” Zoe laughed.

“I know,” you said, covering your face with your hands. “It’s pathetic, right? He must think I’m insane.”

“Not pathetic,” Zoe said. “I think it’s sweet. And like I said, I think you should just talk to him again. Maybe don’t say all of that, but say something. Just to see what he’s thinking.” You gave Zoe a wary look.

“Do you have any idea what he’s thinking?”

“I’m thinking that I waited way too long to tell you that my lungs are in pain too.”

You looked up at Joe so quickly that you nearly fell off the couch. Zoe covered her mouth to hide a giggle and you sent her a glare. “C’mon Zo,” Alfie said. “I don’t think we need to overhear this.” Zoe nodded with a smile and left you alone to chat with Joe. As soon as they were gone, Joe sat beside you and gave you a shy smile.

“How long have you felt this way?” you asked him. “When I last told you, you told me you weren’t interested.”

“I didn’t say I wasn’t interested,” Joe said. “I said I wasn’t ready.”

“And now?” you almost whispered. Joe smiled and laid a hand on your cheek.

“I’ve never been more ready for anything in my life.”

So, Joe pressed his lips against yours, letting his hands rest gently on your cheeks. You smiled behind the kiss and kissed him back, laying your hands on top of his. When you pulled away, Joe took your hand in his and placed it on his chest. You could feel his steady heartbeat. He smiled.

“You made my heart rate rise a little.”

[buttercream-imagines]

The Sexy Underwear || Joe

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pairing - Joe x reader [ft Zoe Sugg] word count - 1,590 warnings - light gagging, oral (f receiving), male/female sex A/N -

summary - The one where your friendship took a turn

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You had been living with Joe for a little over a month, but you had been friends for ages. Once you and your long term boyfriend broke up, Joe offered to let you stay with him. You loved living with him. It was like having a constant sleepover with your best friend. So far, things were going great. You know, aside from how sexually frustrated he made you on a daily basis. You weren’t really sure if you had feelings for him, but you were sure he was absolutely, indescribably hot.

One day you were all set to go over to the Zalfie pad with Joe. You had known Zoe just as long as you had known Joe, and you were itching to go visit her and Alfie at their new house. You packed everything for your weekend stay the day before and now, you were just changing out of your pajamas and into your clothes for the day.

Just as you pulled off your pajamas and slipped on your underwear and bra, your door burst open. You jumped and turned abruptly to see Joe, looking completely unapologetic. “Oh,” Joe said, a smirk growing on his face. “Sorry. I should’ve knocked.” You picked up a t shirt you had thrown on the ground to cover yourself as much as you could. Joe was still standing there, leaning against the door frame and looking at you.

“Um, can you go?” you laughed awkwardly.

“Oh but I was so enjoying the view,” he said.

“Ha ha,” you laughed sarcastically. “Go!” Joe just grinned and left, closing the door behind him. You ignored the bubbling in your tummy. You didn’t have time to take care of it yourself.

Once you were all ready to go, you and Joe got into the car to start the drive. He didn’t bring up what happened earlier and neither did you. But you couldn’t help but feel like there was something different in the air between you two. After all, Joe had never seen you in your underwear. Not to mention it was a pair of your sexiest underwear; matching black lace bra and hipster panties. You didn’t know if this was awkward or all in your head.

“So,” Joe said suddenly, breaking the silence between the two of you, “is that what all your underwear looks like or were you just trying to turn me on?” Your heart dropped to your stomach and you could feel your cheeks heating up.

“It’s not like I knew you were going to barge in on me,” you mumbled.

“So you weren’t intentionally trying to get me hard?” he pressed, a smirk not leaving his face.

“I- I-”

“Will I get to see more of that this weekend?” he asked. “Cuz I’m not sure one viewing is enough for me.”

You couldn’t think of anything to say, so you remained silent, staring at your hands on your lap. Joe didn’t say anything either, just turned up the music on the radio and continued the drive.

Once you got to Zoe and Alfie’s, you ran inside and gave Zoe a huge hug. “Zo, this place is insane!” you said honestly.

“I know,” she smiled brightly. “It’s insane to be here.”

“I’m so happy for you guys!”

“Thanks,” she said. After a short pause, she looked around as if checking that Alfie and Joe weren’t anywhere nearby. When they weren’t, she added, “So, have you and Joe gotten together yet?”

“What?” you whispered in shock. “What are you talking about?”

“Oh come off it,” Zoe laughed. “I’ve seen the sexual tension radiating off of both of you for years.”

“Well you must be seeing things,” you said, “because there’s nothing going on between me and Joe.”

“Good,” Zoe said casually, “then you won’t have any problem with sharing a bed with him tonight. You know, what with the fact that there’s no sexual tension between you two.”

“Zo-”

“We haven’t had time to set up any more than just one guest bedroom,” she interrupted. “So you’re going to have to share with him. I already told him and he said that was fine, so I’m glad to hear it won’t be a problem.” Before you could protest, Zoe sent you a teasing grin and then walked back over to the boys who were carrying your’s and Joe’s bags into the house.

Throughout the whole day, you could feel Joe staring at you. His innocent touches on your arm would linger longer than normal and his glances were anything but quick. Maybe you were imagining it all, but things surely felt different than they had that morning before he walked in on you.

As it started to get dark outside, you bid Alfie and Zoe a goodnight and headed into the bedroom. You took off your clothes and your bra and slipped on the pair of pajamas you had brought with you. Just as you got under the covers, Joe came in. “Not going to bed yet are you?” Joe said. His tone of voice mirrored that of when he was talking to you in the car.

“I was planning to,” you said, trying to keep your voice casual.

“Better change your plans then,” Joe said, walking over to you. “Because I had very different, very exciting plans for the two of us tonight.”

Before you could even utter a response, Joe hovered above you on the bed and pressed his lips to yours. You let out a gasp and put your hands in his hair, tangling your fingers in his locks. You felt his hand trail down your body to the hem of your pajama shorts and you let out a soft moan. “You’re going to have to be quiet, (Y/N),” Joe said against your lips. “Can’t let Zoe and Alfie hear us.”

“This house is so big,” you muttered, “I’m sure they won’t hear a thing.”

“I didn’t even know you were a screamer,” he said, kissing along your neck and nipping at your skin.

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” you said.

“I know you looked hot as fuck in that underwear you had on this morning,” he said. “And you’ll look even hotter with it off.”

Joe tugged your shirt over your head and let out a low moan when he saw you weren’t wearing a bra. “I was right,” he said. “So fucking hot.” His lips immediately went down to your skin, kissing along your chest and stopping at your nipples. With one hand squeezing your left breast, his lips paid special attention to the other.

“Fuck,” you groaned out. Joe quickly brought a hand to your mouth to prevent you from making anymore noises.

“We’re going to have to do something about this mouth of yours aren’t we?” he said. He quickly pulled your shorts and underwear off and stuffed your underwear in your mouth. “That should keep you quiet,” he said with a smirk. Joe trailed his lips down your body until they stopped at your heat. He immediately licked a strip along your pussy. You arched your back and desperately wanted to let out a moan, but it was obviously impossible. Joe’s mouth was working wonders and you could already feel your toes curling. You knotted your fingers in his hair again, holding his head as close to you as you could. He hummed against you, sending a shock through your whole body. “I wish I could hear how good I make you feel,” he said, blowing some air on your now so sensitive clit. “I guess we’ll just have to wait for another time.”

Just when you were about to come, Joe pulled his face away from you. You let out a muffled moan and Joe just laughed. “I can’t wait any longer,” he said. “And I so badly want you to come for my dick.” Joe pulled his wallet out of his back pocket and got a condom out. He quickly stripped of his own clothes and rolled the condom onto himself. Not even waiting to ask if you were ready, he pushed into you. The fullness caused you to let out yet another muffled moan, your back arching off the bed again.

Joe brought his lips down to your neck. His thrusts were strong and he nipped at your skin every time. Without warning, he took your panties out of your mouth and placed a long kiss to your lips. “Just say my name one time,” he said. “Just let me know how good I make you feel.”

“Fuck, Joe,” you said, trying to keep your voice down. “No one’s ever made me feel this good.”

“That’s what I thought,” he said. You could feel his smirk against your skin.

“I’m gonna come,” you said, your head rolling back onto the pillow.

“Me too,” he said. “Come on, baby. Let go.”

With only a few more thrusts, you came and Joe quickly followed. Once you both caught your breath, Joe pulled out of you and put the condom in the trash. Neither of you spoke for a moment, both catching your breath and not wanting to speak too soon. Instead of saying anything, Joe put his arms around you and pulled you close to him. He placed a gentle kiss to your forehead. You didn’t say anything either, just nuzzled your face into his chest. Without a single word spoken between the two of you, you fell asleep, wondering if things between you were ever going to be the same.

[buttercream-imagines]

Notice Me || Joe (pt 2)

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pairing - Joe x reader [ft Zoe Sugg] word count - 2,032 warnings - fingering, male/female sex A/N -

summary - The one where you’re Zoe’s friend from Gleam, part two

(part 1)

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Almost two weeks passed since you first met Joe and he never texted you. You knew you could text him first, but you didn’t want to seem desperate, which was stupid. You should’ve just done it. You just couldn’t get yourself to click his contact.

Needless to say, when you were laying in bed on a Thursday night watching Friends and your phone went off, you didn’t expect it to be him.

Hey (Y/N), I know it’s been a while, but how would you feel about going out tomorrow?

You tried to find a casual way to respond where you didn’t sound like you had been waiting by the phone for two weeks.

Yeah, I’m free, so that’d be great!

He texted you the rest of the details and you fell asleep, excited about what tomorrow would bring for you and Joe.

As you were getting ready for the date the next day, you couldn’t help but call Zoe. You had just gotten out of the shower and wrapped a towel around your body. “(Y/N)!” Zoe said cheerily. “Getting ready I take it?” Of course, you had told Zoe about the date the minute Joe asked you.

“Yeah, that’s actually why I called,” you said. “Look, I know it’s weird because it’s your brother, but I don’t know what to wear. I’m torn between two dresses.”

“Text me pictures and I’ll help you,” she said. You did so then pressed the phone back to your ear.

“What do you think?” you asked.

“Black one,” she said immediately.

“Awesome, thanks,” you said. Then, half jokingly, you added, “Got any tips for me?”

Zoe sighed teasingly. “I really wish I didn’t, but Joe reveals a lot when he’s drunk,” Zoe said. “So I’ve heard my fair share of things from him that have been traumatic for my ears but will most certainly benefit you now. Keep in mind, I’m very uncomfortable saying this out loud, but I’m doing it for you.”

“Okay,” you laughed. “Shoot.”

“Wear lipstick,” she said. “He has a thing about lipstick stains on his neck and stuff. Loves it.” You could almost hear her shudder. “This is so weird. Okay, anyway,” she laughed, “your hair. Wear it up. When he gets handsy he goes for the neck. Grab his hair, he goes on about that when he loses his filter and decides to tell me in explicit detail about his sex life. Oh, and don’t wear heels.”

“I’m not that tall,” you protested.

“I know,” she said, “but the taller he is than you, the happier he’ll be.”

“Got it,” you said. “Anything else?”

“That’s all I can think of,” she said. “Have fun, God please wear protection.”

“Zo!”

“I’m serious!” she laughed. “You may be my best friend but I don’t want you to be all pregnant with my little brother’s baby.”

“For your information, I’m on the pill,” you said with a grin on your face.

“Ahh okay I’m gonna go before my ears start bleeding,” she laughed. “Have fun tonight, honestly.”

“I will.”

You got dressed in the dress Zoe picked, did your make up (not forgetting to apply your favorite red lipstick), and sat on your couch to wait for Joe. It didn’t take long for him to text you that he had arrived. You let him in to your building and waited for the knock at your door. When it came, you went to the door (not before doing a once over in the mirror) and opened it. Joe was wearing black jeans, a white t-shirt, and a camouflage bomber jacket. Joe had his phone in his hand but when you opened the door, he looked up. His eyes flickered over your body for a moment before meeting your eyes. “You look great,” Joe said breathlessly.

“Thanks,” you smiled. “Not too bad yourself.”

“What, you can see me?” he said with teasing wide eyes. “I thought this was camouflage.”

“Ha ha,” you laughed sarcastically. Joe grinned and stuck out his arm for you to take it. You did so after locking your door and walked with him down to his car.

The two of you went out for dinner followed by a bit of clubbing. Nothing too dramatic and you had a lot of fun. Dinner was lovely and Joe paid. There was hardly ever a moment of silence between the two of you and he always kept you laughing. Even though you had only met each other once, you talked like you had known each other for ages.

Things took a turn when you went clubbing. Not a bad turn, just a drastic one. Neither of you had too much to drink, but you supposed it was the atmosphere. Everyone else was grinding up against each other, practically shoving their tongues down each others throats on the dance floor, so why shouldn’t you? Joe’s hands were on your hips, your ass pressed to his front. When he wasn’t letting out low moans in your ear, he was kissing along your neck (you mentally thanked Zoe for telling you to put your hair up).

It wasn’t too long after that until you left the club. You could tell Joe was eager to get back to his flat, and it was an unspoken assumption that you were joining him. You could see how tightly his fists were gripping the steering wheel and you couldn’t help but smirk to yourself. “Are you alright, Joe?” you asked innocently, laying a hand lightly on his thigh. If it was possible, Joe gripped the steering wheel tighter.

“Do not do that,” he said sternly. “I will crash this car.”

“Sorry,” you said with a dramatic sigh, moving your hand slowly away from his thigh. Joe’s breathing was loud and heavy and you couldn’t stop smiling to yourself, knowing that it was you who had this affect on him. He was practically putty in your hands.

Or so you thought.

When you and Joe got up to his flat, he wasted no time and pushed you into his flat, shoving you against the wall and pressing his lips to yours. You grinned beneath the kiss and Joe just gripped your hips tightly in his hands. The two of you fumbled your way to the bedroom where you collapsed on the bed. Joe was hovering over you and immediately attached his lips to your neck. He would stop every once in a while to pay closer attention to a certain spot. You didn’t even care about the numerous hickeys you were going to wake up with in the morning. You grabbed Joe’s hair in your hand and tugged your fingers through it, earning a groan from his lips. The noise was so hot to you that you couldn’t help but tug at it again just to hear the sound and feel the vibrations against your skin.

Joe suddenly grabbed your hands and pinned them to the bed above you. “Knock it off,” he said sternly, his lips hovering teasingly over your skin.

“You don’t like it?” you breathed out.

“I like it too much,” he said, his voice low. You grinned to yourself only to moan a moment later when Joe nibbled a sensitive spot on your neck.

Mustering up all your strength, you pushed Joe off of you and rolled over so you were on top. You were both fully clothed still, a fact that was bothering you greatly. You abruptly stood up causing Joe to look over at you in confusion. It didn’t take long for him to understand what was happening though as you quickly undid your dress and let it fall to your feet. The dress was completely backless so you weren’t wearing a bra. Joe grinned and pulled his own shirt over his head just as you took off your panties. Before Joe could take off his own pants, you stopped him, crawling over to him.

You pushed him back onto the bed and kissed him with full force. He tried to reach out and touch you but you held his hands down to stop him. Once you detached your lips from his, you started to kiss down his body, working extra hard to leave lipstick across his skin. Once your lips got close to his pants, your pace tauntingly slow, Joe seemed to have had enough. He flipped you both over again, taking matters into his own hands. He pulled off his own pants, letting his boxers quickly follow.

Before doing anything else, Joe brought his fingers down to your core and smirked. “So fucking wet,” he said. Without warning, he dipped a finger into you, quick to add another. The shock caused you to arch your back and let out a soft moan. You had your eyes shut but peaked them open just long enough to see Joe’s other hand pumping his shaft, his eyes on your naked body and his lips parted in pleasure. Finally, he couldn’t take anymore. He started to get up to grab a condom, but you stopped him.

“I’m on the pill,” you said. Joe grinned and climbed back on top of you, quickly teasing you with his tip. Just when you were about to beg him to start, he pounded into you causing you to let out a cry of pleasure. His thrusts were strong and steady, even as he brought his lips down to kiss your neck again. You knotted your fingers in his hair and this time he made no attempt to stop you. You could feel his staggered breathing against your skin as you tugged your fingers through his slightly damp hair.

You could feel yourself getting closer. You wrapped your legs around Joe’s waist, lifting your lips to meet his with every thrust. “Fuck,” Joe groaned against your skin.

“Joe I’m so close,” you said, your head tossed back on the pillow.

“Just a bit longer,” he said. “Wait for me.”

“Joe I have to-”

“Fuck, (Y/N), don’t you dare,” he said, trying to keep his voice sounding stern. “I need you to wait.”

You held off as best as you could, gripping the sheets beside you in your fists. Suddenly, you felt Joe’s thumb on your clit. The added pressure combined with his steady thrusts was all it took. You knew you couldn’t hold it off any longer. “I’m there baby,” Joe groaned. “Let go.”

And so you did. You called out Joe’s name, arching your back off the bed, as you and Joe both rode out your highs.

You were breathing heavily still as Joe pulled out of you. You had your eyes closed, trying to catch your breath as you heard him doing the same. You couldn’t help but wonder what was going to happen now. Did he expect you to leave? Was he only interested in you as a one night stand? You didn’t want to ruin anything by asking, but you had had fun on your date and you wanted to know if he had too.

Breaking apart your thoughts, you felt Joe wrap his arms around you and pull you closer to his body. You couldn’t help but pepper soft kisses across his body, smirking and tracing your fingers over the lipstick stains you had left on his skin. “I don’t know what Zoe told you,” Joe suddenly said, breaking the silence, “but I didn’t do this for a shag and run.”

“What do you mean?” you asked, burying your face in his neck. He sighed almost contently and you felt him trailing his finger up and down your arm.

“Sometimes I think she thinks I’m only interested in hooking up,” he said. “I don’t want you to think I’m using you for that. I really had a great time tonight.”

“So did I,” you agreed, letting your fingers trace patterns on his chest.

“So this isn’t the last I’m seeing you?” he asked.

You smiled, “I don’t think so.”

“Good,” he smiled back.

“Good,” you repeated. Joe was quiet for only a moment before he spoke again.

“So Zoe didn’t talk to you about anything?” he asked. You smiled to yourself but shook your head.

“Not a thing.”

[buttercream-imagines]

Tattoo Parlor || Joe

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pairing - Joe x reader word count - 1,119 warnings - fingering, male/female sex A/N -

summary - The one with the additional service

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You had been a tattoo artist for a while now. It was your passion. You were always an artistic kid in school so to be able to apply that in your career was a dream come true. You had a half sleeve yourself and a few tattoos on your back and torso. Decorating your skin was your favorite way to express yourself.

The bell above the door to get into the parlor dinged and you walked over to the counter. You were the only one in the shop as mid-day on a Tuesday was always pretty empty. “What can I do for you?” you asked the guy who walked in. He looked a little nervous and was alone.

“Uh, I’m scheduled to get a tattoo at 2:00?” he said cautiously.

“Joe?” you said, looking at the calendar on the front desk.

“That’s me,” he said.

“Alright,” you smiled. “Here’s some paperwork, and I’ll need your ID.”

“Thanks,” he said. You handed him the papers and you noticed he took it with a shaking hand.

“This your first tattoo?” you asked him.

“Is it obvious?” he laughed.

“Don’t be nervous,” you told him. “It’s really not that bad. Where are you thinking?”

“Right shoulder blade,” he said. “I have a picture of what I want.”

He handed you his phone as he continued to fill out the paperwork. The picture he showed you was simple: an outline of England with a red x on a certain spot. “What’s the x for?” you asked.

“It’s about where Wiltshire is,” he said. “That’s where I’m from.”

“Got it,” I nodded. “That’s nice.”

He smiled and thanked you then sat down to finish the paperwork. You had him send you the photo so that you could print it off, which he did. As soon as he was done, you took the paperwork and told him to sit down again and wait. “Let me get set up and then I’ll call you on back,” you said. He nodded, still seeming a little nervous.

When you were all ready for him, you called him into the back room. “You’re still nervous,” you commented with a small grin.

“I can’t help it!” he laughed. “You’re about to stab me multiple times with a needle and inject permanent ink into my skin.”

“Why didn’t you bring someone with you?” you asked.

“All my mates are busy and I knew if I didn’t do it now I wouldn’t do it at all,” he said. “Spontaneous, you know?”

“Right yeah I get it,” you laughed. “Anyway, I haven’t properly introduced myself. I’m (Y/N).”

“Nice to meet you,” Joe smiled.

“You too,” you said. “Alright well, let’s get started. Go ahead and take off your shirt,” you said to him. He obliged, pulling his shirt over his head and put it on an empty chair. “Well shit,” you mumbled. The words tumbled out of your mouth before you could stop them, but you couldn’t help it. Joe had a fantastic body, and you were already attracted to him the minute he walked in.

Joe turned around and smirked at you. “Funny,” he said, taking a step closer to you, “I was thinking the same thing when I saw you.” The next move happened so quickly. Joe took another step closer to you, pushing you up against the wall, and pressed a firm kiss to your lips. With no hesitation, you kissed him back. Your hands pressed against his toned chest as his gripped your hips.

Things escalated quicker than you could process. You fumbled with his jeans right after her pulled your shirt over your head. Just as quickly, Joe pulled your leggings and underwear down just enough to show how soaked you were. Joe grinned and kissed you again, this time letting his fingers press up against you. “Oh,” you gasped, tossing your head back.

“You’re fucking soaked,” he groaned against your neck.

“So are you gonna do something or are you just gonna talk about it,” you mumbled back. You felt him smirk against your skin just as he shoved two fingers into you.

“Oh shit,” you groaned. Your nails were digging into his shoulders as he worked his fingers skillfully inside you.

“You’re so tight around my fingers, baby,” Joe mumbled to you. “I can’t imagine how you’ll feel around my cock.”

“Shit,” you said again, feeling like that was the only word in your vocabulary.

“You’re already close, baby?” he said, almost taunted. “How close are you?”

“So close,” you mumbled. “Joe-”

“I don’t want you coming for my fingers, babe,” he said, a smirk evident in his voice. Just like that, he pulled his fingers out of you. You let out a disappointed whimper and opened your eyes, not even realizing they had been shut. Joe reached into his back pocket and grabbed his wallet, fishing quickly for a condom.

Once he rolled one on, he pumped himself in his hand a few times before thrusting himself into you. “Oh fuck,” you cried out.

“So tight,” Joe groaned. He lifted you up so that your legs were wrapped around your waist, then pushed you even closer to the wall. “You feel so good.”

“Shit, Joe,” you cried out, your head falling onto his shoulder. “Shit, shit, shit.”

“Are you getting close again, babe?” he asked, pounding even harder into you. You nodded as you bit onto his shoulder to stop from screaming out. “No, I want to hear how good I make you feel,” he said almost sternly. “Come on, scream my name (Y/N). I want to hear how loud you can be.”

“Joe,” you called loudly. “I’m gonna come.”

“Let go, baby,” he said. “I want to feel you let go.”

You tossed your head back again as you felt yourself come undone. “Shit,” you shouted again. “Oh fuck!” Joe kept pounding into you, not yet having reached his own high.

“Come on, Joe,” you said, your lips sucking along his neck. “I know you’re close. I feel so good, right? So good and tight around your cock.” With a muffled fuck, Joe came and let out heavy breaths. Once he had come down, he pulled out of you and dropped you gently to the floor. You pulled up your pants with a smirk and put your shirt back over your head. “I have to say,” you said as Joe pulled his pants back on, “I don’t usually do that for every customer.”

“I’m honored,” he grinned, running his fingers through his hair. You grinned back and sat down on the stool beside the black leather chair.

“Now,” you said, slipping on a pair of black latex gloves, “are you ready for that tattoo?”

[buttercream-imagines]

Hallelujah, You’re Home || Joe

all masterposts found here

pairing - Joe x reader word count - 1,063 warnings - none A/N - I’m not gonna lie this made me tear up a little I love my mom

summary - The one with an angel in the shape of your mum

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Joe’s POV

(Y/N) hadn’t left the bed since her mum died. That was three days ago now. The funeral was in two days. I took time off from filming and editing to take care of her. I don’t think I touched my laptop or camera since the passing. Any food I brought her always went uneaten and I still hadn’t convinced her to shower or change. I knew she was going to get poorly if she continued down this path, but I didn’t know how to help her. I was trying so hard, but it wasn’t that easy.

Her dad called me a few times, asking how she was doing. I so badly wanted to give good news, but I couldn’t make the lies leave my mouth. He understood. “Get her to come to the funeral if you can,” he said. “She’s gonna pull back, hard. She’s not going to want to open up to you or anyone else. When things get hard or scary, she has a tendency to pull away from people, disappear into herself. I know it’s a lot to ask, but you gotta hold her hand or she’s gonna drown in all the things she’s bottling up. She’s not strong enough to handle this kind of thing by herself. I’m sure she doesn’t want to get out of bed, but her mum, she would want her there. Like I said, I know it’s lot to ask.”

It was day four now, one day before the funeral. I was standing outside the bedroom I shared with (Y/N), trying to think of what I could say to her. I had no idea how I was going to make this happen, but I owed it to her family to try. They thought I was the only one who could.

I knocked softly on the door, opening it hesitantly. I was completely shocked when (Y/N) was sitting up in bed rather than laying under the covers. She had a photo album in front of her, opened to pictures I couldn’t see. I walked over to her and sat beside her. The album was full of photographs of (Y/N) and her mum. Some of her dad and her sister too, but she was clearly looking at the ones with her mum. “I’m okay,” she said quietly.

“No, you’re not,” I said. “And I don’t expect you to be.”

(Y/N) sniffed quietly, closing the album and pushing it away from her. “My nan used to talk to Mum on the phone everyday,” she said. “Just to chat. Not about anything in particular. But everyday without fail, they spoke on the phone. When Nan died, Mum started calling me to fill the void I guess. I loved talking to her, you know? We literally talked about anything. Some days we just talked absolute shit and were off the phone after, like, five minutes, but it was always nice just to hear her voice.”

Tears were streaming down her cheeks now. I placed a hand on her face in an attempt to wipe some away, but it was no use. Instead, I just held her hands in mine. “I’m never going to hear that voice again,” she choked out. “Right now I can still hear it so clearly, but I’m worried that one day I won’t. That, that I’m going to forget what she sounded like.” She sniffed again and wiped some of her tears away.

“So many teenage girls went through that phase where they hated their mums, but I never had that. She was my best friend, Joe. She taught me everything about reading and learning and doing your best even if your best doesn’t seem good enough. I used to-” she cut herself off, laughing a bit at her thoughts before continuing, “I used to make these collages of pictures for her to hang up in her office. And, and I would cut our old photos up into shapes and glue them onto paper. I ruined so many pictures but Mum never complained or scolded me. She just kept letting me make the horrendous collages. When I got older I asked why she let me do that and she told me that I was just so happy. She didn’t want to stop me from being creative, and she knew if she had told me when I was so young that what I was doing was wrong or not good, I would stop and never learn how to get better at it. She always said, I never wanted to be the one to make you stop doing something you loved.” She sniffed again, more tears welling up in her eyes. “She was such a good mum, Joe. I didn’t deserve her.”

“Don’t say that,” I said, wrapping my arms around her and holding her.

“I just wonder if I could’ve been a better daughter,” she said.

“You and your mum were closer than any two people I’ve ever met,” I said firmly. “She had your back as much as you had hers. She was so proud of you, (Y/N). You were a wonderful daughter.”

“Not as wonderful as she was a mother.”

I held her even closer to me, leaning my back against the headboard of the bed. Her head rested on my chest. She wasn’t crying, but I could hear her sniff occasionally or let out a small sigh. “What time is the funeral?” she asked suddenly.

“6:00,” I told her.

“Okay,” she said. I looked down at her.

“You’re going?”

“Yeah,” she whispered. “I owe it to her, you know? She’d want me there. It’ll be so hard, I know, but I have to do this. And I have to say goodbye.”

“I’ll be right by you the whole time,” I said to her. “I know you can do it.”

“Thanks, Joe,” she said, meeting my eyes for the first time. “I know I’ve been so difficult lately, I’m-”

“You don’t have to explain yourself,” I said. “I’m here for you for better or for worse, that was the vow.”

“This is a lot of worse.”

“And with time it’ll get a lot better.”

(Y/N) placed a hand on my cheek and leaned in to give me a short but loving kiss. “Mum always thought you were perfect,” she said when she pulled away. “I’m glad I married a man she loved like a son.”

[buttercream-imagines]

Tell You || Joe

all masterposts found here

pairing - Joe x reader [ft Caspar] word count - 1,061 warnings - none A/N -

summary - The one where Joe feels responsible and confesses

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“I can’t do this anymore, Caspar!”

“You’re being ridiculous.”

“I’m being reasonable! You’re the one who’s ridiculous.”

You had this fight a million times before, but this time it was quite clear there was no solving it. Five months with Caspar and you were already fighting more often than you weren’t. Your honeymoon stage was fun while it lasted, but then there was the partying and the forgetfulness and the boys nights and the sleeping until 1:00 and the never growing up despite the constant wake up calls that he needed to and then, the cheating. You had had it.

Both you and Caspar were quiet. You sat on the couch with your forehead in your hands and Caspar was standing behind you, his hands on the back of the couch and his head hung. “What are we doing, (Y/N)?” he said quietly.

You let out a breath through your nose, “I don’t know.”

“Is this over then?” he said.

“I don’t see how we can move past this,” you said.

“I said that I was sorry, (Y/N),” Caspar sighed. “I don’t understand why you can’t just forgive.”

“Caspar,” you huffed, burying your face deeper in your hands. “How do you not get it? Sorry does not fix this. Sorry does not change the fact that you kissed another girl and lied to me so that I had to find out through fucking We the Unicorns. Do you know how humiliating that was? To get all those tweets to that article link and to go on there and discover through a fucking social media page that my boyfriend cheated on me? I can’t believe you don’t understand how horrible this is. Sorry cannot undo what you did, the utter hurt you caused me.”

Caspar said nothing. You stood up and grabbed your phone, purse, and keys. “I’m done,” you said as you turned to walk to the door. “Don’t call me. Don’t text me. Please just, just leave me alone.” Not hearing any protests from Caspar, you walked out and closed his door behind you.

Instead of driving back to your flat, you found yourself driving the familiar trek to Joe’s flat. You and Joe grew up together. You were the same age so you were always in the same class. You were practically inseparable as kids. He was how you met Caspar in the first place. He didn’t really set you two up but he also didn’t stop you from getting together. You were curious to see how he would react to what you were about to tell him.

Joe let you into his flat almost immediately, greeting you with his usual smile. However, it quickly faded to a frown when he saw your tear stained cheeks. You hardly even noticed that you were crying on the way to his place. You didn’t know what you were feeling. Obviously you were sad that you and Caspar ended the way you had, but surely it was something you had sensed was coming for a few weeks now. Why then were you crying?

Joe brought you in and asked what was wrong. So, you told him everything. The whole time he sat beside you on the couch, rubbing your back and listening to you speak. Joe wasn’t always the best at comforting others, but he somehow always knew how to help you. “Are you okay?” he asked once the tears were completely gone and your breath was relaxed.

“I don’t know,” you said honestly. “I don’t know why I’m acting like this. We’ve been fading for a while. I think it’s just the shock, y’know?” You took a deep breath, then said, “I’m fine. Or, I will be.” Joe was quiet, still rubbing your back even though you hadn’t been crying for a few minutes now. “Joe, are you-”

“I need to tell you something,” he said, his hand leaving your back and running through his hair. “Now is probably the worst time to say it but I have to get it off my chest.”

“Are you okay?” you asked, turning to face him fully.

“Yeah, I just, I gotta say this, okay?” he said. You nodded and reached out to hold his hands in yours, giving them a reassuring squeeze. “(Y/N), I’m in love with you.” You pulled your hands back immediately. “I’m so sorry,” he said. “I know this is so bad. I don’t want things to be awkward and I don’t want you to be mad at me. I didn’t know things with Caspar were gonna be so bad in the end. I thought, well when you guys got together I thought that was it and that I needed to move on and back away so I tried to push away all my feelings but they didn’t go away. And now I feel so bad that things ended with you guys because one stupid, stupid night I was drunk and I told Caspar how I felt and he got so mad, and then he started to feel bad and I can’t help but feel like I’m the reason you broke up and if I am I’m going to hate myself forever.”

“Hey, I need you to relax, okay,” you said, grabbing his hands once again. “Just breathe.”

“I’m so sorry,” he said again, shaking his head and not bringing his eyes to meet yours. You put your hand on his cheek gently. He looked up at you.

“Why didn’t you just tell me?” you asked, your voice small.

“I didn’t think you’d ever feel the same,” he said. “I mean, remember that time when I kissed you and you freaked out?”

“Joe we were 11,” you laughed. You could see his body relax slightly.

“You’re not mad?” he asked.

“I’m not mad,” you said honestly. “I’m a little confused. Pretty overwhelmed. But I’m not mad. I could never be mad at you, Joe.”

“I’m just sorry things had to go like this,” he said.

“I am too,” you said honestly. “But some people come into your life and they’re not meant to be there forever. They’re there to teach you a lesson and so you take them and you learn them and hopefully you grow a bit in return.” You put your hand on his cheek again. He leaned into your touch. “Don’t worry about us, Joe,” you told him. “You and me are gonna be okay. I promise.”

[buttercream-imagines]

Sheeran Series || Joe

all masterposts found here

pairing - Joe x reader [ft Caspar] word count - 908 warnings - none A/N -

summary - The one based off of Happier (Divide)

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Joe’s POV

I was out with the boys the first time I saw her after our break up. We were at a bar in town and she walked in, her arm linked with another’s. We had only been apart a month. I was still hurting, so how was she so fine? What did this new guy who stood by her side have that I didn’t? Granted he was taller, more muscular, and dressed a lot smarter than I did, but what else did he have? What did he give her in the month of us being apart that I didn’t give her in the year of us being together?

I asked the bartender for another round of shots as I downed the last one in front of me. I could hear her laugh across the bar. I couldn’t help but turn and look. That smile. That smile that I had wiped off her face had somehow grown twice as big as I had ever seen it.

How long did it take to get another round of shots?

The boys had all remained fairly quiet when she walked in. They knew I was still hurting so they had no idea what to say. Did I want comfort? Silence? Even I wasn’t sure. Eventually, Caspar was the one to speak. He clapped me on the back. “You alright mate?” he asked. I scoffed.

“I’m fine,” I lied, taking the shot that was meant for Oli. He didn’t say anything.

“You’ll get there,” Caspar said. “I know it doesn’t seem like it, but you’ll be happy again too.”

“Whatever,” I said. I waved the bartender over and asked for another bottle of beer and the boys just sighed. Deep down I think they knew that I was gone for the night.

I couldn’t help but sulk in our corner booth thinking about the relationship I had lost with (Y/N). I knew I hurt her, and bad. I didn’t know things were going to end the way they had. If I knew, I would’ve done everything in my power to change it. I didn’t know that work was going to take up so much time. I didn’t know that I was going to be late for things and forget about important dates. I didn’t know we were going to fight so bad that she’d leave. If I had known, if I had somehow been able to predict the future, I would’ve done anything to change our fate. But I couldn’t.

I was drinking so fast I was already holding an empty beer bottle. The boys had abandoned me to go have some fun of their own, and I didn’t blame them. I knew I was being a downer and I didn’t want to ruin their night anyway. So I nursed the empty bottle alone, waving it in the air when a waitress made eye contact with me. She brought me another one.

I couldn’t blame (Y/N) for moving on. It was my fault it had all ended. I really did want her to be happy, and if that meant she was with someone else, I wouldn’t take it personal. After all, her happiness always meant so much more to me than my own. But none of that changed anything. It didn’t change the fact that I was still deeply in love with her. I wasn’t sure anything would change that. Some guy out there deserved her way more than I did, but I couldn’t help but always hope that in the end she’d fall back in love with me.

“Can I sit?”

I had been zoning out at the table but snapped my head up when someone spoke. It was (Y/N). She had left her guy at another table to come and talk to me. “Yeah,” I said immediately. She sat across from me and played with her fingers in her lap.

“How’ve you been?” she asked. I only snorted. “Right,” she said. “Sorry. That was stupid.”

“You seem happy,” I said, not really knowing what else to say.

“I’m okay,” she nodded, a small smile on her face. “I wish I knew you were the same.”

“Hey, I’m alright,” I lied, trying my best to smile to hide the truth. (Y/N) could always see through me though.

“I don’t like seeing you like this,” she said, reaching out to place her hands on mine. I wanted to retract them but I was frozen. “You should get back out there.”

“What, like you have?” I retorted.

“This is only my second date,” she said gently.

“Two more than I’ve been on,” I mumbled. Realizing I was being petty, I took a deep breath and said, “You seem happier than when I last saw you.” She gave a small smile and shrugged. “Look, I know one day, you’re going to fall for someone new,” I said, running my fingers through my hair. The words were tumbling out without me thinking much about them. (Y/N) looked at me with an expression I couldn’t quite read, but I continued. “And that’s alright. But, but if he breaks your heart, just know that I’ll be waiting here for you, okay?”

(Y/N) smiled softly though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. She stood up and turned to walk away, but before she left, she placed a small kiss on my cheek. I watched her leave me with my hand pressed to my cheek.

I needed another round of shots.