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Bye bye, curls.

He can rock any style, honestly!

Can you be sad that his hair is gone? Sure - but remember, it's hair; it will grow back.

And stop with the vile comments! He looks good, as always!

Again, it's hair - it will grow back. Underneath it, he's still the same sweet person and great actor as before!

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six reasons why Joseph Quinn deserves better

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Me when random period cramp:

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“Lets strech those quads”

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No idea where this is from but it's cute as hell!

Run baby run

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Writing in my head; Beautiful flowing sentences full of powerful phrases and witty dialogue.

Writing on my page: They did a thing and said some stuff. There was snark.

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X-rated Education part 11.

A Tom Grant (Make Up 2019) story.

warnings: female reader, smut, curse words, slight pettiness.

Tenth lesson

Tom was standing in the workshop, sawing off a wooden board to replace the railing on one of the caravans.

He felt happy. Happier than he had been in… well, he didn’t even know how long it had been.

Y/N was his now. His girlfriend.

His to touch, kiss, make love to, fuck and… love.

Tom smiled at the thought. Y/N was currently asleep in his trailer – she had the day off and it felt amazing that he could simply let her stay and sleep in when he was at work. It felt… domestic.

He hadn’t seen Ruth since the other night when she came to his trailer, thank God. Maybe she had realized that he meant what he said when he told her he didn’t want her back.

Suddenly someone tapped his shoulder and he turned around, meeting Y/N’s gaze.

“Hey!” he said, wrapping her up in a hug. “What are you doing here? Came to help me out?”

“In a way,” Y/N said, kissing his lips. “No, but really, I woke up and you weren’t there and I missed you.  So I thought I would come and surprise you with lunch.”

She held a brown paperbag in her hand, holding it out to him. As he opened it he saw that she had prepared his favorite sandwich with apple slices and some juice.

“Wow, this looks great,” Tom told Y/N, placing the bag on the workbench before wrapping his arms around her middle, pulling her close.

“But what if I’m in the mood for something else for lunch,” he purred into her ear, giving her earlobe a little bite.

“Really, Tom?” Y/N giggled, “at work? How scandalous! I think I’m a bad influence on you!”

“Nuh-uh,” Tom said, kissing her jaw and then down her neck. “On the contrary. You’re the best influence ever.”

“The good kind of bad then,” Y/N smiled, leaning in to catch his lower lip between her teeth, making desire twist in his gut, his cock already straining against his work pants.

He turned them around so he could lift her up on the workbench, after which she immediately wrapped her legs around his waist, her hands disappearing in beneath his work shirt as their lips met again, opening to taste each other’s tongue, licking, sucking.

He moaned into the kiss, already drunk on her taste and the scent of her shampoo, so heavy in his nostrils and the feeling of her silken skin underneath his fingertips.

Y/N ran her fingers through his curls, humming beneath her breath when he raised her arms and pulled her shirt off, sucking on the spot beneath her ear which drove her crazy.

Y/N quickly put her arms around him again as soon as her shirt was off, one hand going into his hair and tugging; she knew that always drove him wild, the other took his free hand and placed it on the cup of her bra.

She was wearing a simple grey cotton bra, nothing fancy and yet he found her almost more beautiful like this, all natural; no make up, no sexy underwear, hair all tousled from his hands… his Y/N.  

He started to pull her leggings down but then he stopped, narrowing his eyes at the workbench she was sitting on and quickly took off his own shirt, placing it beneath her butt. “I don’t want you to get that sweet ass full of splinters,” he joked, making her scoff.

Her leggings were tossed to the side. She wasn’t wearing matching panties to the bra – simple black briefs but it was the same as with the bra – she was neither more beautiful or less when she wore plain underwear or sexy ones. She was always the most beautiful thing to him – because she was Y/N.

His Y/N.

Tom couldn’t help but fall to his knees and mouth at her pussy, pulling the panties to the side, teasing and lapping at her cunt, just to get a taste of her sweetness.

“This is my new favorite taste,” he told Y/N, kissing her to let her taste herself.

Without much further ado Y/N unbuckled his workpants, pulled them down with her feet as Tom pushed inside her, making them both moan loudly.

“Oh, God…!” Y/N whimpered.

“No,” Tom grunted, “just me.”

She giggled at his joke and that nearly made him cum on the spot, the vibrations from her laughter.

“Move!” Y/N demanded and he quickly did what she asked, placing his hand on the wall behind her for leverage as he started to push in and out of her wet, tight warmth.

Tom grabbed on to Y/N’s thigh, placing it in the crook of his elbow to get the better angle.

“That okay?” he wondered, not wanting to hurt her.

“Hell yes!” Y/N groaned, her head tipping back, “that feels so good, Tommy! You stretch my pussy so well, baby!”

“Fuckin’ best pussy I’ve ever had,” Tom moaned into her ear, “so tight and wet and warm… and mine, right? Only mine!”

“Yours!” Y/N promised, “only yours, baby. I’m all yours!”

That was better than any dirty talk Tom had heard in his entire life. He increased his pace, quickly sliding a hand down between them to start rubbing circles on Y/N’s clit, taking to heart what she had taught him.

Y/N buried her face against his chest to stop the loud sounds she clearly wanted to let out. “You want to scream, don’t you, babe?” Tom teased her. “Me too. But we can’t. Wouldn’t want to get me fired, right?”

Y/N let out a sound that was something between a squeak and a whine, tilting her hips so that he he hit straight onto her g-spot.

“Tommy…” she choked out.

Just then another voice was heard, just outside the workshop, someone walking up to the entrance. “Tom? Are you in here?”

Tom’s eyes widened as he recognized the voice. Ruth. What the hell?

He was about to stop and pull out by pure reflex but then Y/N grabbed on to his chin, staring him straight into the eyes and shook her head.

She… she wanted them to continue? To… have Ruth walk in on them?

A light bulb went off in Tom’s mind. She’s staking her territory.

That was so fucking hot!

Tom started to move even faster, the sound of skin meeting skin starting to echo inside the workshop, as well as the muffled whimpers from Y/N. He could’ve sworn that she got even wetter, too, the residue practically dripping from his cock every time he pushed out and running down his balls.

“Tom… what are you…?” Ruth’s voice said as the footsteps came closer and finally inside, and then… there was a gasp followed by a stunned silence.

Tom glanced over his shoulder, seeing Ruth stand there, her mouth wide open and eyes wide in horror or perhaps even disgust.

Maybe that should have made him lose his boner but when he shifted his gaze over to Y/N and saw the wide, triumphant smile she gave Ruth, now staring into her eyes he could’ve sworn he got even harder, increasing his pace as the blood roared in his ears.

No one said anything. The only sounds were the sounds of Tom’s pelvis smacking into Y/N’s and the wet squelch, squelch, every time he pushed in and pulled back.

Then Ruth finally seemed to come to, turning around and running away with an angry huff, the sounds of her footsteps quickly fading.

Y/N dug her nails into Tom’s shoulders, her head tossed back as a loud mewl escaped her.

“Fuck, are you cumming?” Tom gasped and laughed, “you cumming from having sex in front of my ex? Naughty girl!”

Y/N grabbed on to his ass and squeezed, making him moan instead, gripping her thighs harder as he thrust one, two, three more times before he stilled, all muscles tensing up as he spilled inside her.

Both of them panted loudly for a moment before Y/N smiled and said: “No. I came from showing her that you are mine. Not hers. Mine. She needed to be taught a lesson.”

Tom chuckled. “And here I thought your lessons were just for me,” he fake pouted. “But don’t worry – I’m all yours, baby. And I think it’s hot that you’re so territorial, so no harm done.”

He pulled out of her, seeing his cum immediately leaking out and staining the work shirt he had placed underneath her ass. It made his cock twitch despite the fact that he had just cum.

“You know, I think you need to come back to the trailer anyway,” Y/N said with a laugh. “You will need a new shirt.”

Later that day when Tom was done and going into the main office to clock out he met Kai.

“Hey,” Kai said, “seems that ex birdie of yours changed her mind.”

Tom raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“Well, she had paid to stay for the week but just an hour ago she checked out and left. Said she wasn’t coming back.”

Tom couldn’t hold back a wide grin. “Oh really? Wonder why?” he said with a shrug before walking off, going home to tell Y/N that her lesson had hit home

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Holy Moly! 🤤🤤

He looks FF!

Joseph Quinn / Man About Town Magazine (Spring/Summer 2024)

📷: Matt Healy

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Okay, that's just cruel!

when your circle small but you're all.... dead ?

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Smoking hot!

In honor of 4/20. A lil shotgunning with Eds. Fwb.

18+ hoes warnings: smokin’ that good good 🍃 and ofc smut. Slight degradation

*******

“Never? You’ve never smoked before?” Eddie’s dark eyes widen on you as you shrug your shoulders nonchalantly.

“How? How is this possible?” Eddie continues with his dramatics, his jaw practically on the floor at this point.

“It’s not that big of a deal Eddie.” You giggle as you watch his expressions change from confusion to excitement as he jumps up off the couch.

“You wanna? There’s no way I can date a girl who hasn’t smoked. Come on, sweetheart. This is bad for my reputation.” Eddie jokes, making you roll your eyes.

“First, we’re not dating. Second, what reputation is that, Munson?” you tease.

“You know.. my uh- bad boy reputation. My super charming yet slightly mysterious drug dealer reputation?” he winks down at you, his words making you snort out a laugh.

“Oh, you’re mean.” he pouts, crouching down in front of you. “You don’t have to. But it could be fun.” His tone drops suddenly as his ringed fingers begin dancing across your exposed thigh. Your small skirt worn for this exact moment.

“You gonna help me, Eds?” you drop your tone to match his, watching as a slick smile spreads across his pretty face.

“Fuck yeah.” he grins, jumping up to retrieve his little lunch box from his room. He plops down on the couch, opening the metal box to reveal a small bag of weed. You observe him carefully, watching as he picks through the seeds and stems, breaking up the little pieces of green.

His tongue pokes out as he concentrates on filling the small rolling paper perfectly before bringing it to his lips, sealing it tightly. He reaches into his jeans, pulling out his zippo before glancing your way again. “Ready?”

“Almost.” you whisper softly before hiking up your skirt, swiftly moving to straddle his lap. Eddie hums in delight as you place your hands on his shoulder.

“Ready.” you purr, taking your bottom lip in your mouth, biting in gently. You can feel him beneath you, the zipper of his jeans rubbing perfectly against your clit as he pops the joint in between his lips. He inhales deeply, holding for a few seconds before releasing a cloud of smoke into the living room of the trailer.

You expect Eddie to pass it to you next but he draws it back to his lips once again, taking a large hit. His brown eyes land on yours as his free hand gently cups your chin, pulling you closer. You feel his soft lips brush yours and you part them on instinct, allowing him to exhale the smoke into directly into your mouth.

The taste is a familiar one, one you’ve tasted on his tongue so many times. It was stronger now though as you feel the smoke circulating through your lungs. Your eyes shut as you focus on the slight tingling beginning to tickle your brain.

“Baby.. uh- you might wanna let that go.” Eddie’s voice brings you back to reality and you open your eyes to see his head tilted slightly, watching you with curiosity. A warmth spreads across your body as you finally exhale.

“That was a big hit.” he chuckles as he takes another drag. This time you’re the one who leans in, gripping the back of his neck firmly as you press your lips back to his. A soft moan leaves his lips as you shove your tongue into his mouth, smoke escaping around the kiss.

You do your best to inhale but his fingers are now digging into your hips making it hard to focus on anything else. Your brain feels slightly fuzzy as you begin rolling your hips, pressing down onto his crotch, his dick hardening more with every second.

“Need you.” you mumble into his mouth, giggling as he almost tosses you out of his lap in an attempt to reach behind you, snubbing the joint out on the coffee table. Then his lips are back on yours, his hands roaming your body, roughly pulling your shirt over your head, revealing your bare chest.

“Fuck sweetheart, no bra.” Eddie groans, latching onto your nipple immediately.

“Just for you, Eddie.” you coo, allowing your head to fall back, the high making every sensation more intense.

“Mmm, good girl. Such a good girl for me.” he mumbles in between kisses to your hardened nipple. His words of praise have your panties soaked as you speed up, grinding even harder on his lap.

The button of his jeans presses hard against your clit making you let out a needy moan. “Fuck..” Eddie breathes, his hands suddenly gripping even tighter as he locks you in place.

“Right there, baby?”

“Yes, shit.” you whine, feeling the chill of the metal on your clit through the thin material.

“Use me, sweet girl. Want you to cum just like this.” Eddie burns, bringing his forehead to yours. You keep your eyes on him as you begin rolling your hips again, making sure to hit the perfect spot every time. Your hands tangle in his wild curls as you spreads your knees a little more.

Small whimpers and moans pour from your lips as you grind on him, each roll of your hips bringing you closer and closer. Your wet panties leaking through onto his dark jeans.

“Look at you, such a little slut, aren’t you?”

“Y-yes, Eddie.”

“Is my little slut gonna cum for me?”

“Mhmm, so close.”

“There we go, baby. Just like that. Don’t fuckin’ stop.” Eddie mumbles drunkenly, panting heavily as he helps you pick up speed, your wet pussy gliding up and down his clothed cock.

“Want you to cum too..” you whimper, your nails digging into the back of his neck as you bring yourself right to the edge.

His firm hand slaps your ass hard making your head fall forward, letting out a little squeal into his neck.

“Fuck Eddie!”

“Faster baby.” he growls in your ear.

“Wanna cum, cum with me please.” You beg, aching for your sweet release. Wanting more than anything for him to reach it with you.

“Eddie please, I’m gonna- fuuck.” Your hips jerk violently and your teeth sink into his neck as you let go, feeling your pussy clench around nothing.

“Sh-shit…” Eddie stammers, his cock twitching suddenly beneath you, making a mess of the inside of his pants. You ride out your high, rutting against him pathetically.

“Holy shit.” He breathes as your hips slowly come to a stop.

“Mmmm… Happy 4/20 Eds.” you sigh as you collapse onto his chest.

He chuckles breathlessly, kissing your temple.

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When Love and Hate Collide

Eddie Munson song-fic.

Song lyrics belong to the band Def Leppard!

warnings: female reader, cruel Eddie, angst!

Eddie walked out of his trailer, seeing you sitting on your own porch in the opposite lot with your boombox beside you, listening to your music. Usually your music taste was similar to his, but when you were in a low mood you always went for power ballads. He used to teased you about that but right now he felt like someone had punched him when he saw you refusing to look in his direction, writing in your notebook, silently lip-syncing to the song.

You could have a change of heart If you would only change your mind Instead of slamming down the phone, girl For the hundredth time

He had tried calling you, reasoning with you, begging your forgiveness but it was plain to see that this time you've had enough.

I got your number on my wall But I ain't gonna make that call When divided we stand, baby United we fall

You two had been best friends forever. Your parents had rented the trailer in the lot opposite his and Wayne's when you were barely four years old and you had hit it off immediately.

He couldn't say when those feelings had developed into love. Maybe when your parents had sent you to camp the whole summer and you hadn't seen each other for two months? Maybe it was when Gareth Heath had commented on how you had come back from summer camp with a 'rack of lamb'? Maybe it was when you said that you had a small crush on Patrick Swayze and he got furious because Swayze was a pretty boy, nothing like him and he wanted you to think of only him.

Yet, he never acted on those feelings, despite the hints you dropped. He was scared that if it didn't work out he would lose you forever. That was his worst nightmare. He'd rather stay just friends then.

Got the time, got a chance, gonna make it Got my hands on your heart, gonna take it All I know I can't fight this flame

It was plain to see that it hurt you. Especially when he got drunk and flirted with other girls - maybe just to see how jealous you got, to ensure him you still loved him and only him - or when he sold weed to cheerleaders and they flirted with him, wearing their short skirts and scratching his arm with their painted nails to get a reduced price.

You never did anything of the sort. You were in love with Eddie and wanted no one else. Good thing you didn't because he might have punched the guy you showed the slighest bit of interest in.

It was only because Patrick Swayze was a hundred miles away in Hollywood - and too old for you - that Eddie hadn't killed him.

Not really, but still.

You could have a change of heart If you would only change your mind 'Cause I'm crazy 'bout you, baby Time after time

But last night at the Hideout when some skank (your words, not his) had all but draped herself over him and he had done nothing to prevent it, despite talking to you merely seconds before, you had slammed down your glass on the bar counter top and walked out.

He had pushed the girl off of him and raced after you wondering what was wrong and you had turned around, looking at him with such hatred in your eyes that he had to take a step back. Your voice was colder than ice when you said: "I'm done. Done, Munson (not Eddie. Munson.). You've been hurting me for years. Friends don't do that. And since you claim that's the only thing we are, then I say it's a shitty friendship and I'm better off without it. We're done. Don't call me. Don't visit. Don't talk to me. Never again."

Without you, one night alone Is like a year without you baby Do you have a heart of stone? Without you Can't stop the hurt inside When love and hate collide

He had been struck by surprise, then paralyzing fear before he shook himself out of it. You couldn't mean it... right? No, you were just angry. You would get over it and understand he didn't mean anything by it. You always did.

He had cursed himself a million times over for not going after you when you walked off. He had gone back inside, thinking a little distance would make you cool down.

It was merely hours later that he realized what a mistake he had made.

When he got home he had tried calling you, but you didn't answer. When your parents answered the phone they didn't even bother lying to him - they said you didn't want to talk to him and that was that.

He went over to your place the next day but you didn't come to the door. He knew you were home because once again your mom refused to lie to him, she simply said that you didn't want to see him and that he had to respect your choice.

When Monday rolled around you took the bus to school from the trailer park. You hadn't done that in years, always riding with him in his van. In school you avoided him like the plague, sitting with Robin instead of the Hellfire table. When the guys heard what had happened they all looked at him as if he had killed someone. Or rather, killed you.

I don't wanna fight no more I don't know what we're fighting for When we treat each other, baby Like an act of war

Now he didn't know what to do. It was like someone had reached into his chest and cut his heart out. He had tried saying sorry, even put letters underneath your door, saying he would do better. You still didn't talk to him.

Deep inside he hoped you would again, that you would realize that you missed him, just like he missed you. But for every day that passed he slowly realized that whatever feelings you had for him, he had fucked up one time too many and the pan of the scale had tipped over.

I could tell a million lies And it would come as no surprise When the truth is like a stranger Hits you right between the eyes

"You got to make this right," Wayne said when Eddie all but cried for help. "You obviously don't see her as a friend. Not to mention you hurt her so many times - trying to have your cake and eat it too! That's such a cruel thing to do, Eddie! I've not raised you to act like that! So tell her how you feel. For real. And you better spend the rest of your time making it up to her!"

There's a time and a place and a reason And I know I got a love to believe in All I know Got to win this time

So that same night he showed up on your porch with his acoustic guitar, strumming out the tones to the song you had played just the other day. Not caring whether your parents heard him or even called the cops on him.

Without you, one night alone Is like a year without you, baby Do you have a heart of stone? Without you Can't stop the hurt inside When love and hate collide

You could have a change of heart If you would only change your mind 'Cause I'm crazy 'bout you, baby Crazy, crazy

You opened the door, meeting his gaze for the first time in days.

"I... I love you, sweetheart," Eddie whispered. "I'm so sorry. So sorry for how I behaved. Please... please give me a chance to make this right. I can't live without you."

You shook your head. "I'm so goddamn angry at you, Eddie Munson. But... I love you too I thought it would be easier, living without you. It's not! I miss you so much!"

Eddie smiled and ran up to her, wrapping his arms around her tightly, both of them crying.

"But I'm telling you now - I'll castrate you if you ever hurt me again!" Y/N whispered and Eddie chuckled.

"I'll hand you the knife, baby."

"Don't bother - I'll use a spoon."

Without you, one night alone Is like a year without you, baby Do you have a heart of stone? Without you, one night alone Is like a year without you, baby If you have a heart at all Without you I can't stop the hurt inside When love and hate collide

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The Beast that Bothers

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A manspreading dork!

Adorkable!

Joseph Anthony Francis Quinn - Your adorable dork next door

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