#Joe Bye Done

[news4dzhozhar]

President Biden’s inconsistent stance on death penalty. Hate is a crime, but apparently not for all - Opinion

https://www.newsobserver.com/opinion/article297493173.html

**Biden has been a flip flopping hypocrite for ages. 1 of his biggest campaign promises had been to abolish the federal death penalty entirely should he be elected. Once he was however, selective amnesia kicked in and he's only taking half assed action now that he's on his way out. Commuting most of the current sentences does nothing for anyone going forward. Half measures and hypocrisy is all he was ever going to deliver**

Trying to discern a principle behind President Joe Biden’s decision to commute the sentences of 37 notorious killers to life in prison, but not three other multiple murderers is hard. It is not that the death penalty is wrong or that its use targets minorities regardless of the severity of their offenses, and it is not because we aren’t sure of the guilt of those we’d use the machinery of law enforcement to kill.

If it was one of these principles, Biden would not have left these three men on death row, among them Dzhokhar Tsarnaev, the Muslim convicted of the Boston Marathon bombing. He is widely considered to be the junior partner in the killing who would not have been sentenced to death if his brother, the mastermind of the plot, did not die before he could be arrested.

In a White House statement, Biden said the commutations are “consistent with the moratorium my administration has imposed on federal executions, in cases other than terrorism and hate-motivated mass murder.”

To Biden, terrorism is what justifies Tsarnaev’s continued death sentence, while hate is what justifies the planned state killing of two more: Dylann Roof, the murderer of nine innocents praying in a Black church, and Robert Bowers, who targeted a synagogue in his antisemitic murder spree that left 11 Jewish people dead.

The death penalty in Biden’s view should not be about body count or the vileness of your actions, but rather what we think of your motives.

Consider the following commutations of sentences: The aptly-named Philadelphia drug dealer Kaboni Savage was convicted of personally killing or ordering the death of 12 people. Protecting your drug racket that preys mostly on Black people is more acceptable than killing nine because they are Black.

Former police officer Len Davis ordered the killing of a woman who had the temerity to file a complaint against him with the New Orleans Police Department. There is nothing more destructive of American society than a police officer killing a Black woman because she stands up for her rights. The killing of innocent Black people by racist cops is about the oldest form of terrorism you’ll find in America. But worse than that is the fact that somehow killing Black and Jewish people is hateful according to the logic of Biden’s commutations, but sexually targeting women or killing people because of their immigration status doesn’t count as hate, like these other commuted sentences to life in prison:

Iouri Mikhel killed five immigrants from Eastern Europe after holding them for ransom. In some cases he killed them anyway even after receiving the ransom he demanded. If that’s not hate, I don’t know what is.

Richard Allen Jackson was found guilty of kidnapping, raping and then killing a 20-something jogger. He didn’t do it because he liked women. Like Jorge Avila-Torrez, who sexually assaulted and then killed two little girls, his crimes were born of a deep-seated hatred of the fairer sex.

Biden’s White House statement says, “ I am more convinced than ever that we must stop the use of the death penalty at the federal level.” That would be fine with me. If Biden had commuted the sentences of all the scum who sit on death row and left them to rot in prison for life, I could have respected his decision. I have my own doubts about the justice of our death penalty system.

But that is not what he did. He kept the death penalty for the worst of the worst as he defined it but used completely irrational standards to show mercy to despicable hateful killers. Women and immigrants deserve the same protection from predatory hate that Black and Jewish people do. Biden should be ashamed of his double standard.

[andoutofharm]

good conversations are happening on fob twitter right now about this so I thought I’d bring it here too (especially since I’ve sort of already talked about this some): if for some reason you get to meet pete or patrick, especially due to waiting for them after the show, BE RESPECTFUL towards them AND your fellow fans. you are not the only person there and you do not deserve your “moment” more than anyone else, especially in a large crowd of fans.

also for the love of god DONT just reach out and touch or grab or hold them. you do not know them. leave them alone and be respectful.

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Girl

[mystic-maniac]

SOOOOO MUCH??? FOR STAAAARDUST??? WE THOUGHT WE HAD IT ALL??? THOUGHT WE HAD IT ALL??? THOUGHT WE HAD IT ALL??? THOUGHT WE HAD IT ALL??? THOUGHT WE HAD IT AAAAAALL???

[johnwicklover1999]

i am gay i am transgender i have no money i sit around tjinkingn about dykes all day and old faggots. i am pro queer slurs and i am pro filthy disgusting gross queers. more people in the world need to be Disgusting and the world needs more faggots and more trannies. the world also needs more mixed race fags that is also one of my beliefs i also believe in more butches and more black people and more jews in fandoms and more slutty smutty nasty transgenders.

[ebsmind]

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞, 𝐰𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐩𝐭 𝟏 ❀ joe burrow x singer!reader

summary : y/n is in cincinnati ohio for a bengals game!!! and guess what? she’s wearing joes number

warning(s) : reader gets drunk (she’s just like me fr) and i think one mean comment

fc : sabrina carpenter

a/n : i always like to write my authors note when im in the middle of making these BUT ANYWAYS i’m back (again) and this time with joe burrow bc i love him. yk i had to do something taylor swift related too 😋 im def making this into a mini series (hence why the chapters are short) but im loving where this is going 💃🏻 i will say it is hard bc ik joe doesn’t have a big social media presence so im hoping im doing him justice in this 🙏🏼 okay im done now BYE I LOVE YOU GUYSSSS 🖤

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user1 PLS THE OUTFIT CHANGE

user2 pookie what are u doing in cincinnati???

gracieabrams y/n can’t hold liquor for the life of her

| ynuser never drinking again.

user3 girl you look HOT even drunk

yourfriendsuser love the dedication to taking a good pic even when ur drunk!

| ynuser thank joe!

| user4 WHO

| user5 WHOS JOE????

| ynuser joe mama

| joeyb_9 ??

user6 wait. she mentioned a guy named joe then joe burrow is in her likes AND she’s in cincinnati?? WHAT IS HAPPENING

| user7 HE COMMENTED

lahjay10_ grainy ass picture

| ynuser i don’t wanna hear it 😔

user7 JAMARR????

yourfriendsuser2 would yall believe me if i told you she started singing LOUDLY from a balcony

| ynuser STOP THIS MADNESS

rachelzegler miss ma’am why aren’t you in the studio?? WE NEED THE DAMN ALBUM

ynuser i have to get some inspo babe 💋 but soon! 👀

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ynuserupdates It has been confirmed that Y/N Carpenter is in Cincinnati, OH for a Bengals game!

user1 WHERE???

| user2 she posted on her story 15 mins ago!!!

user3 OMG OMG OMG

user4 so y/n and joe are dating??

| user5 she just followed joe and had been following jamarr for a while tho?

| user4 so her and jamarr???

user6 nooo she’s wearing joes number!!!!!!!!

user7 ITS CONFIRMED THEYRE DATING

user8 MAMA Y PAPA 🙏🏼

| user9 ew no

user10 WAIT why am i loving this 😋

user11 OH THIS NEW ALBUM IS GONNA HITTTTT

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Paring: Joe Burrow x reader

warnings: depressing thoughts, angst, family dynamics. fluff

words: 1,116

a/n: I typed this out in one straight shot with no previous details figured out so I hope its okay. This is the complete opposite of all of the great and cute Christmas Joe fics everyone has been writing. Hope you all had a great Christmas if you celebrate! But without further ado! Its Christmas Eve, and Joe sees your social battery has worn out for the day.

Your family was mingling with each other, laughing and talking around the kitchen table and in the living room. Your little cousins and niece and nephew were in the playroom, keeping each other entertained with toys. You were sitting alone at the kitchen island, slowly eating the food on your plate. There wasn't any other room for you to sit but you didn't mind. Your posture was slumped slightly, your thoughts turned inward rather than focusing on the party going on around you. Joe, moving away from talking with your dad, turned the corner to see you and he immediately knew what was wrong. Your social battery had run out, and he knew you were struggling with spending time with your family.

You felt a hand land on the small of your back gently rubbing a spot on your sweater. The touch made you smile softly, grounding you and bringing you back to reality. You knew it was Joe without having to look. "Hey." He said softly, glancing at your half eaten plate. The amount of food that had been made from scratch over the past few days in preparation for the party, could have fed an army. Christmas Eve had always been a big deal in your family. But you hadn't eaten a lot. "I'm ready if you are." He hadn't asked how you were because you knew you'd put on a brave face and say you were fine when you weren't. At least while there were others around.

You nodded and picked up your plate to scrap off the food into the trash while Joe went to grab your coats and hats. "Time for us to head home, I've got to start prepping for Broncos game on Saturday." Joe announced towards your family as he held your coat so it was easier for you to put on, and you smiled at him once it was on.

"Thank you for coming early to help with the set up." Your mom chimed in from her spot at the table. There would be no hugs, your family didn't hug or say "love you" unless you were flying and there was a possibly of you crashing and dying.

"No problem at all." Joe smiled and went around to say good bye to everyone while you followed, putting on smiles and hugging your niece and nephew tightly before you made your way through the door and to the car, Joe holding the passenger side door open for you. "Thank you." You grabbed his arm gently and got onto your tip toes to kiss him on the cheek before getting into the car and putting your seatbelt on. You felt like the complete opposite of the confident women you had grown into since being away from home. Christmas hadn't always felt like this, it had been magical when you had been a child.

The car ride home was quiet, Joe didn't force conversation. He did take your hand in his, entwining his fingers with yours as he drove with one hand. Glances he stole in your direction once in a while to see how you were doing. The further away you got from the house, the better you felt.

Being shy, quiet and being a girl in an old school traditional family where boys were valued more, you had always felt somewhat out of place. Like whatever you did, wasn't enough. Your family had never done anything to hurt you, but words were said on occasion that cut you. And any time you tried to do something by yourself without Joe around, they were overbearing. Years of it had taken its toll mentally, even if they meant well. Being the girlfriend of an NFL quarterback, had caused you to adapt to being alone a lot but that hadn't been hard for you since you had lived life on your own most of your life.

But there was guilt that you didn't actually have it that bad compared to some families. You loved your parents and family still, you had good moments with them, but it was draining to be around them. Joe had helped you grow as a person in more ways than one, and during the season you were his rock as much as he was yours on the off season.

Once Joe parked in his garage, you unlocked the front door and took off your shoes, immediately wanting to change out of your clothes and slip into something more comfortable. Joe's excuse to prep for the Broncos wasn't a complete lie, he had had started to as soon as the Browns game had finished. But there were more things he wanted to look at and you didn't mind, it was part of his job and you would support him.

Once you were changed, you went to find Joe who you figured would be in his office. But you almost walked right into each other in the doorway of the bedroom. "What are you doing?" You asked as you noticed he had his Ipad in his hands with a notebook and pencil. "I'm going to study some film while you lie down." You knew by his tone, he wasn't taking no for an answer.

Joe couldn't read your mind all of the time, which is where communication came in. But he was pretty good at noticing what you needed during certain times, and this was one of those moments. It made your heart melt.

"Alright." You moved away from the door to climb into your side of the bed and get comfortable. Joe turned the TV on so he could cast from his Ipad to the tv so it was easier to look at. You loved when he let you look at plays from the other team, his fingers dancing on the screen to manipulate it to freeze and go backwards and forwards as he studied.

Joe noticed you watching and he smiled, knowing you felt better. "You're okay. You're doing good, I'm proud of you always." He reassured you as his fingers ran into your hair for a moment as he leaned down and kissed your forehead. You shifted to snuggle close to him as much as you could without getting in the way of his things on the bed. His words made you tear up for a few moments but no tears actually fell. You put your arm across his lap and smiled up at him. "I love you." Your voice was soft and full of love. "I love you too." He smiled before he focused on his Ipad once more. It wasn't long before you fell asleep, content with the life you had built for yourself.

[sheaabuttaababyy]

Roman Reigns - Back Home

18+ smut, fluff

Amara was rocking her and Joe‘s 8-month old daughter Talia as she was breastfeeding her. Once she fell asleep she gently removed her nipple from her baby’s mouth before carefully placing her in the crib. Tucking her in and turning on the crib mobile Amara gently kissed her forehead before grabbing the baby monitor, quietly leaving the room.

Going downstairs she saw her other three kids playing with some toys. Two twin boys Jacob and Jake who were 6 and her oldest son Liam who was 12 "Hey my babies" she said going to them.

"Hi mommy" they all said in sync making her smile. "Liam where’s your big head daddy at?" "He’s still playing his game" he replied making her frown. He’s been playing for 6 hours now…

"This muthafucka" she whispered before going into his office/gameroom. Getting closer to the room she heard him shouting making her roll her eyes. Opening the door she saw him sitting on his chair leaning foward as his elbows were resting on his knees.

She bit her lip when she saw his tight white shirt that was out lining all his muscles and don’t get her started on the grey sweatpants and the man bun. Gah damn.

Walking over to him she made him lean back as she sat down in his lap his eyes not leaving the screen onetime. She kissed his cheek, neck before kissing his cheek again she pulled back when he barley acknowledged her presence. "Joe" no response.

"Joe” silence. "Roman" that made him snap his neck towards her and make a stank face. She never calls him Roman he hated it when she did. His head went back to the screen when he saw his player dying in COD "NOOOOOO. FUCK" he yelled making Amara Jump.

"Look look what you did. You made me die" he said as he took his headset off with a huff. "First of all you been playing this game for hours now and plus our dinner reservations are at 9:30 which is in two hours. Trinity will be on the way to pick the kids up" Amara said getting off his lap.

"Hey Uce you down for another game" they both looked at the headset on Joe's lap where Joshua’s voice was coming from. "No" Amara whispered shaking her head at Joe who picked it up and gave his wife a sheepish smile. "Yeah I’m down for another round but i gotta go after" he replied putting it back on.

Getting Annoyed she mushed her husbands head leaving. Walking out she heard the doorbell ring and sprinted knowing it was her bestie Trinity. "BEST FREN" Trinity shouted with her arms open. "BAE” Amara replied before jumping in her arms making them both laugh.

Putting her down they both walked in talking before going to the kitchen. "Shouldn’t u be getting ready" Trin asked while grabbing a drink from the fridge. "Yeah I have to take a shower and quickly do my makeup and hair, but Joe is kinda pissing me off right now"

"Oh why’s that?" Trin asked noticing the frown on her besties face. "It’s just he’s been gone for so long with work and everything and the week he’s been home all that time went towards the kids, which I’m super happy about. But it’s just me and Joe haven’t had our time in so long…i don’t know, I guess I don’t think he’s as excited to have this time together as much as I am and it’s kind of upsetting me" Explaining how she felt Trin went around the kitchen counter to hug her.

"Girl everything will be good y’all are gonna go on this nice date with good vibes, then y’all gonna go and do some love making with no distractions, okayyyyy" she hyped up making Amara laugh before Trin continued. "Okay ima take my nephews and niecy pooh now so go say bye to them and get ready and send me a Pic of your outfit, I love you" "love you too" Amara replied giving her a cheek kiss.

After saying bye to her sons and daughter she headed into the shower. Getting out she went to her walk-in closet/makeup room that was in a separate room.

Finally after an hour she was done as she was now just taking some pictures in the mirror

She looked at the time realizing it was 9:15. "Oh shit" she whispered grabbing her purse and going to the bedroom "Joe" she yelled. seeing he wasn’t there she frowned assuming he was still getting ready. Maybe he’s waiting for me downstairs she thought.

Going down she stopped in her tracks as she still heard Loud noises and shouts coming from Joes game room. "NO tf he isn’t" stomping in her heels she opened the door seeing him in the same position , same clothes, same everything.

"ARE U FUCKING KIDDING ME??" She yelled making him turn back to look at her. His breath got caught in his throat seeing how gorgeous she looked before snapping back to reality. "Why are you yelli-" he about to ask before she cut him off.

"Are you serious? Look at the fucking time Joe" she said before walking away trying to hold on her tears. All she wanted was to spend time with her husband. Looking at his watch he saw it was 9:25 fuck he didn’t even realize all that time passed.

Getting up he quickly caught up to her grabbing her arm turning her around. He noticed the tears in his wife’s eyes making his chest fill with guilt and hurt. He hated seeing her upset especially if he’s the reason. "I’m sorry baby I’m so so sorry. Please don’t cry" pulling Amara into him he kissed her tears away and her face stayed motionless.

"I’ll quickly get dressed and we can get going okay, I’ll c-call them and let them know we will be late everything will be fin-" "No" she said catching him off gaurd. "No?" "I don’t wanna go anymore"

"Amara please I said I was sorry okay" "it’s always sorry with you" her saying that confused the shit outta him. "The fuck is that supposed to mean" "it means your always sorry, Joe when is the last fucking time we event spent time together Huh?" That question made him think, shit he couldn’t even remember it’s definitely been over months.

"Can’t even remember right? Joe all I wanted is for us to have this time together. The days you’ve been back we’ve barley spent time together which is okay cause u put most of it to the kids, but the times you do have free time you never want to spend it with me. Do you even love me anymore?." Her voice cracking at the end of her sentence as she tried to keep in all her emotions.

"Did you really just ask me that, Amara you are the most important person to me, I love you so much, I can’t even go a day without hearing your voice or seeing your beautiful face"

"Well it doesn’t feel like that. You can sleep in the guest bedroom tonight" she said walking upstairs. Going in the room she didn’t bother changing her clothes before crawling in the bed as she cried herself to sleep. Leaving Joe alone downstairs In his thoughts.

"Amara. Amara baby wake up" Joe said peppering kisses all over his wife’s face. "Mhmm Joe what are you doing" she groaned as she sat up. Blinking she looked around the bedroom noticing rose petals all over the bedroom along with candles and a big bouquet of flowers in Joe's hand with a suit on.

"Joe" Amara whispered feeling emotional again. "Look baby I know it’s not much, but I really am sorry. Im sorry I made you feel like you weren’t important. The fact I made you feel like I don’t love you I-" he choked up feeling emotions hit him. He made his wife feel that way. The love of his life.

Leaning closer to him Amara pecked his lips and wiped away the tear that fell down his cheek. "It’s okay honey I forgive you" she said making him put his lips against her soft plump ones and kiss her passionately. "I love you so much" whispering against her lips he gave her one last peck. "I love you too"

Standing up he held his hand out for her which she gladly took as he led her downstairs, going down she noticed the trail of rose petals leading all the way to their back porch.

"Oh my god Joe no you didn’t" Amara squealed as she saw the candle lit dinner he set up. Chuckling he pulled out her chair as she sat down with a big smile on her face, before taking a seat of his own.

On que a chef walked out with a silver platter with two plates of lobster pasta as he set them down as the married couple thanked him.

"Want some wine" Joe asked as he unscrewed the bottle. "Yes please" she moaned as she took a bite of the delicious pasta. "Taste good?" Amara moaned again as she took another bite making Joe laugh as he passed a glass of wine to her.

An hour went by and the married couple were finished their food as they were both a bit buzzed off the wine as they were laughing about old stories.

"Baby you know you were hella wrong for smacking her like that" Joe laughed as he took a sip of his wine. "Hey that bitch had it coming for rubbing on yo chest like that" She said with a shrug.

They sat in a comfortable silence as Amara looked out into the view she had from their balcony. Feeling eyes on her she looked in Joe's direction as he was just staring at her.

Blushing she quickly got shy under his gaze she whispered a "what?" As he just continued to stare before speaking. "You are so beautiful Amara my god" feeling shy again she looked down and smiled.

"Come here" looking up she saw him motion her with him fingers to go over to him, standing on shaky legs she walked around the table to him as he scooted his chair back so she can sit on his lap.

Placing her sideways on his lap she wrapped her right arm around his neck. He started to kiss all over her neck making her let out a small moan. "I wanted to ask baby does that pussy still get soaking wet for me? Mhm?" He asked still kissing her everywhere.

"You know it does Joe. Oh god I missed your touch so bad" she said as she pulled him in for a kiss as he happily kissed back, lightly grabbing her jaw as they made out sloppily as both of their breathing got heavy, her pussy getting wetter by every second. Grabbing his hand Amara guided it under her dress and onto her clothed lace panties. Joe pressed down on it feeling a wet patch making him smirk into their kiss before pulling out the kiss.

"This pussy wet for me?" Amaras head went into Joe's neck nodding, she started to grind her pussy on his hand as she let out a whimper but he quickly stopped her movements. "Joe please I need you so bad" she whispered, craving her husbands touch badly.

"Come on let’s go to the room I wanna try something" he lifted her bridal style before going into their bedroom. Laying her carefully on the bed, he took off Amara's heels kissing each foot before his kisses slowly went up. Spreading her thighs he kissed the inner part of them before fully pulling away and standing up straight.

"Stand up real quick for me" listening Amara stood before Joe sat on the edge of the left side of the bed directly in front of the big body mirror that was in the bedroom. "Come here and sit" he patted his lap as his wife quickly went over to him.

As she was about to straddle him he stopped her before making her turn and sit in his lap so her back was against his chest. "I wanna see you play with that pussy" his words shocking her, but she didn’t dare say no. Listening she looked in the mirror in front of her making eye contact with Joe as she took her panties off throwing it to the side.

Keeping eye contact she grabbed the end of her dress before lifting it over her head leaving her naked on her husband who’s still fully dressed in his suit. Grabbing underneath her knees Joe spread her legs as they rested in his hands holding her in place showing off how wet her pussy was glistening with her sticky juices.

Joe kissed her neck as Amaras hands went to her breast squeezing her nipples before trailing her hand down to her pussy. Fingers going to her clit she rubbed slow but firm circles against her bud making her body jolt a little from pleasure making her moan. Putting two fingers at her entrance she pushed them in as it made a loud wet sound across the room making Joe groan from hearing it.

Biting her lip she met his eyes again her mouth slightly open as her moans fell out of them. Fingering herself faster, her messy juices started running down her ass cheeks onto her husbands lap as she felt herself coming close to finishing. Joes right hand dropped from underneath Amaras knee making it plop down as he was still holding up her left.

"Okay that’s enough" he said gripping the hand she was fingering herself with. "Joe please let me cum" trying to move her fingers again, he pulled them outta her making her whimper at the empty feeling.

Grabbing her hand he placed her fingers in his mouth sucking her juices that were on it.

Standing up he placed her on the bed her back hitting the soft covers, looking down Joe saw the front of his pants stained with his wife juices. Smiling he took off his suit jacket before unbuttoning his white dress shirt and unbuckled his belt making Amara start to rub her pussy again watching him.

He smacked her hand making her pout before taking it back. "Did I say you can touch yourself?" "No" nodding his head he continued to unbuckle his belt before pulling his pants down making his dick spring up. Amaras mouth watered seeing his thick dick as well as the pulsing feeling In her clit.

Fully stepping out his pants, he grabbed his wife’s ankles flipping her around so she was on her stomach. She let out a small scream when her husband unexpectedly picked her up so she was upside down. Dick all in her face.

"Joe what the fuck are you doin— oh shit, mhmm" she cut herself off with a moan when she felt Joe’s tongue flicking against her clit. He lifted her up more against his face, putting his tongue in her hole. That action made Amara squeal, as the blood in her body rushed to her head. She gripped on her husbands thighs from the intense pressure.

She grabbed his dick and started to stroke it. "Fuck baby go ahead put it in your mouth" his voice muffled since his mouth was still on her. Listening she put only his tip in her mouth as she sucked on it slowly. It being a little hard since she was still upside down.

As if he read her mind he gently laid on the bed so they were now in a 69 position more comfortably he shifted her on top of his face as she took him deeper down her throat making gargling sounds as she sucked him off sloppily.

Joe put two fingers in his wife making her arch her back more before licking her from her clit all the way to the crack of her ass. The feeling wasn’t foreign to her but it definitely did shock Mara every time. Moaning around him she took him out her mouth slowly stroking him and licked his balls. spit was all over her hands and his dick. "Fuck Mara I’m gonna cum" "mhmm nut in my mouth daddy"

Putting him back in her mouth she bobbed her head up and down. Feeling his nut coming he reached over and held her head down, thrusting his hips up fucking her mouth. Groaning he came down his beautiful wife’s throat, as she continued to bob her head making him sensitive. "Okay b-baby stop" not listening she continued her actions.

Grabbing her hair he pulled it roughly making her back arch and her head hang back as he pulled her in for a kiss. Their lips moving together slowly as she scooted down not breaking the kiss as her bare wet pussy rubbed against his dick.

Joe pulled away from the kiss looking at Maras face as she gave him a smile. God was she beautiful. Her make up was smudge, hair messy but somehow she still looked perfect.

Laying back down Joe grabbed two pillows putting it underneath his head before motioning his wife over. Immediately understanding she crawled over to him until her left knee was on one side of his head and the right on the other. "Sit" slowly lowering herself she tried not to put all her weight on his face.

"Jesus Mara I said sit" wrapping his arms around her thighs he pulled her down to fully sit his lips tightly around her clit making Amara gasp as she tried sitting up a bit but Joe didn’t budge. His grip tighter around her thighs. "Fuck daddy I can’t take it" Amara screamed when he started shaking his head side to side while sucking harshly on her clit.

Crying out she tried pushing his head away, running, but he easily over powered her. Lifting her by her thighs with his tongue still working on her he picked her up, laying Amara on her back, quickly putting his fingers in her as he continued to feast.

"Oh my god, Joe I can’t I can’t" "yes you can. Cum for me baby you wanna be good and cum for daddy right?" He spoke fingering her faster. "Yesssss! Mhmm. Fuck I’m Cummin" screaming her orgasm took over her body. Squirting Joe rubbed her clit vigorously, her juices splashing everywhere, the bed, on her and him.

Her chest heaved up and down with her eyes closed as she tried to catch her breath. Hearing Joe laugh she opened her eyes confused. "What?" Pointing to her chest she looked down and saw that her breasts were leaking milk. "Holy shit" she said still breathless, "let me go wipe this of-" her sentence was cut off as Joe starting licking up the juices and milk that were on her boobs and stomach.

He was a nasty nasty man. She whimpered and grabbed the back of his head as he continued to suck on her sensitive nipples. Not him licking up their daughters food. Grabbing his dick he aligned it with his wife’s entrance. Sinking into her they both let out a moan.

Wrapping her legs around his waist and arms around his neck he began fucking her slow but his strokes were deep and long. Fuck did he miss being inside her it’s been so long since he felt his wife’s warm, tight pussy. "Do you miss this dick baby" Joe asked his right hand around her throat gently but firmly choking her.

She tried to speak but no sound came out. "Didn’t daddy ask you a question?" She gripped his arm when he started speeding up his strokes. "Yesuuuuhh I missed this dick. I missed you being in my pussy" rotating his hips he made sure she felt every inch of him.

"Yeah? Well I missed this pussy. Gripping me so good it’s like god made you just for me" grabbing her he switched positions so that she was now on top. Placing her feet on each side of him they intertwined hands as she began bouncing on his dick slowly. Lifting up till only his tip was in before going all the way down.

Kissing him he slapped her ass urging her to go faster making clapping and wet sounds fill in the room. "Mhmm fuck I’m close daddy" Amara announced. "Me too baby me too. Cum with me" Joe scooted down a bit and gripping her ass in his hands as he fucked her from underneath making her cry out.

Her upper body fell on his so they were chest to chest. "You gonna give me another baby?" Joe asked his arms around Amaras body still fucking her as their sweaty bodies were colliding. "Yesssss! Ima give you another baby. Please nut in me"

Her words triggering his orgasm making him pull her closer to him, if that was even possible. Feeling his warm cum inside her she came shortly after her body shuttering on top of his, before slowing down their movements as they came to a complete stop.

Both leaning to each other they shared a sweet kiss. "I love you so much baby I’m so grateful to have you in my life and to have you as my wife" Joe said pushing back her hair that was falling over her face. "I love you too and I’m so grateful to have you as my husband" kissing his lips she continued.

"My tribal chief" he stopped all his movements just staring at her as she stared back. "Don’t ever in your life call me that shit again" he laughed making her burst out in laughter before they shared another kiss.

I got a little carried away writing this ngl😭 I apologize if there was any errors

Hope you beautiful people enjoy it and requests are open if you want to request anything :)

[ilovetopgunsstuff]

overdue

joe burrow x reader

prompt: joe cancels last minute on you because he got caught up at work, and he makes sure you know how he feels about you when he gets home.

warnings- smut and fluff

a/n- promise i will be answering some of my requests soon. this is prolly ass because i wrote it kinda fast but i love it thx bye

Joe was a busy guy. It was always something. He had practice, or a meeting, or a conference call, or something. Of course you couldn’t blame him. He was pretty busy during the season, but was practically glued to you when he didn’t have anything to do.

The last few weeks, though, Joe was sooo caught up with work. When he got home for the night, it was so late that you were usually already asleep. If you weren’t, you knew he was too exhausted to do much anyway. He’d give you a kiss, head to the shower, and pass out next to you shortly after. He’d always apologize, but you knew he really couldn’t control it. So despite your frustration and loneliness, you said nothing.

Today would be different, he pulled some strings to get home around 8 so y’all could have dinner, watch something on TV, and enjoy each others company. It had felt so long since you did something like this, so it felt like a special occasion. Tonight, you were cooking his favorite meal. You grilled chicken, made potatoes, and sautéed asparagus. It was about 7:30, and you would be done right when he got home. Your phone rang, and seeing his name on the screen, you perked up.

“Hey!,” you said cheerfully into the phone.

“Hey…” His voice was soft and already apologetic. You knew the news before he even told you.

“You’re not gonna make it home?” you sighed into the phone. Your voice was almost a whisper. You wanted to cry. How was it every day that this happened? Was he doing it on purpose, trying to send a hint? Was something else going on than work? Tears already brimmed in your eyes.

“I’m so sorry. Something came up way last minute. I can’t make it, baby. I’ll be home late.”

“Okay.” Your voice cracked, and you knew he heard it. That’s all you could say. The silence on the line was so loud. What else did you have to say? You sat with your phone to your ear, the excitement in your posture leaving you. Your shoulders slouched and you could hear his breath still on the other line. Self-consciousness swallowed you. Was this a sign that it wasn’t working? Was it only a matter of time? “Well I guess I’ll see you later tonight.” Your voice was quiet.

“Yeah.”

Without any goodbyes or anything, the line disconnected. You weren’t sure who it really was that hung up. You were just in a haze. You finished dinner silently, eating alone standing at the counter. You made sure to still make Joe’s plate, though. You put the perfect amount of everything he liked on his plate, making sure no foods were touching like he liked it.

Maybe it would give him a small surprise when he got home, as he didn’t know you were cooking it. He could eat it when he got home and you were inevitably sleeping. It wouldn’t be as good as eating it with him, but hopefully he’d still like it.

You packed up the food to put on the fridge in a silent, melancholy state. You placed his plate on the oven for him to find when he got home. It was in the shower that you cried, shoulders wracking with heavy sobs of loneliness and fear of losing him. You were so frustrated. You couldn’t blame him, but that didn’t mean you weren’t still upset. You sunk into the soft sheets of the bed after putting on pajamas, slightly cold without his body next to you. Hot tears slid down your face silently as you dozed off.

Joe’s POV:

As silently as I could, I unlocked the door. I dropped my bags on the floor and the clock on the kitchen wall said it was 1 AM. I stretched and rubbed my eyes, exhausted from work and weighed down with guilt. Of course I couldn’t control being busy, but i shouldn’t have promised her that I would’ve been home if I wasn’t completely sure. I did, though, cause hearing her pretty excited voice on the phone after telling her I’d come home brought me to life, but hearing it get quiet after I called it off earlier made my chest hurt. It was dark in the house except for one light on in the kitchen. It was the light on top of the oven. There was something there.

I walked closer to the oven and my heart dropped to my stomach.

Fuck.

There, on top of the oven, was my absolute favorite meal, made by her. You could tell she plated it with care, the food not touching exactly how I liked it. My stomach hurt and so did my chest. Guilt surged through me painfully. There was a note too, and it made me want to quit my job entirely.

I’m sorry you couldn’t make it home. This is for you if you’re hungry. I love you so much. We’ll find the time.

Her pretty cursive carved my heart out with its sweetness. You wished she would just yell at you, tell you off for taking on too much and upsetting her. But she never would, cause she’s an angel, and supports me through whatever I do. How will I ever make this up to her?

Regular POV:

Joe crept up the stairs, trying not to wake you up. You had an ear for him though, and roused when the door creaked open.

“Oh hey,” you mumbled at him. “How was work?”

“Don’t worry about that,” he murmured. He stripped down to his boxers, and crawled into bed. He dragged you under him and engulfed you with his arms. “I’m so so sorry,” he said into your hair.

This sudden intimacy and affection was unexpected, and your eyes immediately watered with tears. “I’m sorry, Joe. I know your so tired and I don’t want you to feel bad.” You voice cracked to a whisper as you started to cry.

“Hey..” he said gently as he flipped you on top of him to look at you. You sat on his lap, tears streaming down your face in the moonlight from the window.

“I just miss you,” you breathed, crumpling onto him as he held you. Your body shook slightly with quiet sobs as he held you.

“I know, angel.” He rubbed your back and whispered on your ear. “I miss you so much. You know I love you more than anything don’t you? Huh?”

He grabbed your face, holding it gently with both hands as he looked at you. Your watery puppy eyes looked up at him, and his heart tugged. He wanted you to know that you really were his priority.

“I have been a very bad boyfriend. I’m so so sorry,” his blue eyes looked earnestly into yours as his blond hair messily fell in his eyes. “I don’t want you to think I’m doing this for no reason. I know we can get through this. I’m working like this because I want you to be able to have whatever the fuck you want every time you want it. You deserve it. I know it’s so hard. I’m really trying for us. And I want you to know it’s all because of you. “

It felt like you were melting into him.

“This is for you, and you only. If for one second I thought I’d lose you over this, I’d leave in a heartbeat. You have been a saint about this whole thing. Please just give me a little more time. Don’t give up on me. I love you so so much.”

Your hiccuping sighs were all that was left as you stared up at him. “I would never give up on you. I love you.” You relaxed fully on to him, cherishing what he feels like to touch and smell and experience.

It didn’t matter where you were, or what time it was, or what was happening around you. He was the only thing you could focus on or care about.

He pulled you in and kissed you gently. Running his hands across your middle, seemingly trying to memorize everything. He went under your shirt and cupped your breasts, lowering his kissing to your neck. He removed his hands from your shirt and placed them on your hips, which he firmly gripped as you lazily grinded on him. Small whimpers escaped his mouth as you did this, encouraging you in your lovesick state.

Joe gently unbuttoned your pajama shirt, the silk material sliding down your body slowly when he undid the last one. He caressed you gently, in no rush to savor you.

“So beautiful,” he whispered into the cool air of your bedroom.

You couldn’t respond as you focused in on his gentle touches. You were so honed in on how lightly he caressed you, afraid that if you didn’t savor it, you’d miss them. Small, quiet moans escaped your lips in ecstasy. You sat up to drag his boxers down his soft skin to where they didn’t limit your contact with him at all. You sat up, shorts still on, and ran your hand across his length, honing in on his tip. You massaged him, and his head lolled back onto the pillows.

“Yes,” he whispered.

The slowness of both of your actions was torturous and incredible at the same time. Endless touches and whispers disappearing into a night that was only your own. You slid down your shorts, anxious to finally have him. Joe looked angelic, soft tan skin glowing in the twilight. The blue of his needy eyes was nearly palpable. His roaming hands never stopped for a second. You lowered your self onto him slowly, a gasp being released by the both of you when you finally reached his hilt.

He pulled you into him, wrapping both arms tightly around you on top of him. He thrusted up into you, allowing you to remember every inch. Neither of you spoke, though you doubted either had the ability at the moment to form words. Your breathy moans filled the room, pleasure mixing together as you clung to him and he clung to you. The air was thick with need. For eachother, for touch, for everything.

Everything seemed to morph together despite the slow pace. It had been so long since Joe could show you how much he loved you, and god were you overdue. Finally, his thorough thrusts quickened slightly as he came. Your nails left trails down his back as you reached your high. All you both could do was cling on to each other, repeated “I love you’s” said into the air.

The work was worth it for him, so worth it.

[news4dzhozhar]

[joeys-babe]

Joey B Imagines: Peewee

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Summary: You take your boyfriend, Joe, to your little brother’s first tackle football game. Your little brother, Tommy, has always been such a huge fan of your NFL boyfriend and both you and Joe loved how much he idolized him.

Warnings: So so fluffy.

Pairing: Joe Burrow x Reader

Imagine universe: None! (Misc.)

A/N: Joe isn't injured and the Bengals have a very late bye week!

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December 18th, 2023

If you told me a year ago, when I started dating Joe, that we would have to go two months without seeing each other, I wouldn't have even agreed to go on a date with him.

Joe and I had an… age gap. He was 27, with an amazing career and a life built for himself, and I was 20 and still in college.

He was in Cincinnati while I was in Athens attending Ohio University.

We had met through our fathers who were both on the coaching staff at OU. We had a family dinner together, and Joe was the only one of Jimmy’s three boys who was able to make it.

Joe swears up and down still to this day that it was love at first sight when he saw me. He was just out of a relationship and wasn't looking for anything but he says that all changed when he saw me.

Now back to the two months without each other. Obviously, we were long-distance, and it was the mid-football season for him so that meant he was busy all of the time. I had just gotten done with finals for my fall semester, so up until now I had been super busy with university stuff.

Today I would see Joe for the first time since early October, and I couldn't be more excited.

My parents were even super excited because they were the ones on the receiving end of my griping the past couple of months.

My little brother was also super excited. Tommy was 10 years old and playing his first-ever tackle football game today. It was my dad’s travel football team he was playing for. My dad doesn't trust the coaches at his school so Tommy’s not allowed to play there.

Tommy’s only request for his first game was that his favorite NFL player be there.

It was Joe of course, and he promised he would be there.

He didn't disappoint either, just as my dad and Tommy took the field, Joe texted me saying he was a couple of minutes away.

“Are you excited?” - my mom nudged me

“Yeah. I've missed him.” - you smiled

“Oh, we know.” - your mom

I glared at her and rolled my eyes before I pulled out my phone to pass the time.

“Look, there he is!” - my mom

My head snapped up and there he was in all of his glory. Joe was walking over to the bleachers while watching the field.

“Go!” - my mom

I jumped up and ran down the stairs, seeing my mom get her phone out to record in the corner of my eye.

Joe by now had realized I'd seen him and stopped walking to open his arms for me.

When I was within inches of him I jumped into his arms.

His strong arms wrapped around my body and he slowly swayed with me.

“There’s my beautiful girl.” - Joe

“I missed you so much.” - you

“I missed you more. A day didn't go by that I didn't wish I was with you.” - Joe

My legs wrapped around his waist and my arms were around his neck. I knew that Joe wasn't a fan of PDA but this moment was too good, and there were barely any people in the bleachers anyways.

“You’re not allowed to leave me for that long again.” - you

“Never again sweetheart. I'll take you with me if I have to.” - Joe

“I love you.” - you

“I love you too…. so much.” - Joe whispered

A few moments of just hugging later, I spoke up.

“Can you walk us up to my mom? I don't want to let go yet.” - you

“Of course.” - Joe chuckled

My grip on him tightened as he easily started walking in his usual loose-hipped strides.

Climbing the stairs wasn't a problem for him either with me in his arms, Joe was taking two steps at a time.

“Hey Joe!” - your mom

“Hey! It's good to see you.” - Joe

“I don't know if you can tell, but she's missed you a lot.” - your mom

“I think I picked up on that.” - Joe chuckled

Joe gently lowered me onto the bleacher and plopped down next to me. We always sat at the top so we could sit against the wall of chain fencing.

I couldn't help but admire how cute he looked right now. Joe was wearing light grey sweatpants with a dark grey sweatshirt and flannel over top of it. The white backward hat was the icing on the cake.

“You're so handsome, Joe.” - you laid your head on his shoulder

“You say that all the time, baby.” - Joe smiled

“Because I mean it.” - you

Joe looked down at me with a large smile and kissed my forehead. One of his arms looped around my waist as he pulled away.

“Well, you're pretty gorgeous yourself.” - Joe

Feeling my cheeks heating up, I hid my face in his neck. Joe would usually try to make me blush more, but he was enjoying the heat of your red cheeks against his cold neck.

My mom handed Joe a blanket to which he gave her a thankful smile before draping it over our legs.

“You warm?” - Joe

“Mhm. You emit a lot of heat.” - you giggled

“Good.” - Joe

“By the way, you're going to have to activate your muscles and carry my bags to your car later. I have a few.” - you

“I’ll start warming them up.” - Joe joked

My mom laughed along with me and I couldn't feel any happier in that moment.

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I knew Joe would cheer the boys on, but I didn't expect him to be jumping up, yelling, warning the defense when the other team was doing a pass play, and so much more.

This one time specifically, the game was kind of getting slow so I was falling asleep on Joe’s shoulder. My brother’s team got a touchdown and Joe abruptly jumped, waking me up in the process.

“Sorry, my love.” - Joe sat back down and pulled you back into his chest

The scene made me wonder about my future with Joe. Maybe one day we’ll be doing the same thing with our own son.

“I'm so proud of Tommy. He acts so maturely football-wise for his age.” - Joe

His statement sealed my previous thought. There will be a future for us, and maybe I'm right about us cheering on our future son.

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Come halftime, my dad’s team was up 12-0.

“Joey.” - you nudged your boyfriend, who was deep into a conversation with your mom.

“Mhm?” - Joe

“Can you get me some hot chocolate from the concession stand?” - you

“Of course. I'll be right back. Do you want anything to snack on?” - Joe

“Mm, no I'm okay. Thank you! I love you!” - you

Joe stood up and moved the blanket onto me more before placing a kiss on my cheek.

“I love you too.” - Joe grinned and walked away

A few minutes later, Joe walked back with a drink carrier and a paper bag in his other hand.

“What is all of that?” - you laughed

He handed me and my mom a hot chocolate before setting one down for himself.

“You said you didn't want a snack but I know that means you wanted one.” - Joe handed you the bag

Gosh, he knew me so well. After giving Joe an appreciative smile I opened the bag to find three chocolate chip cookies.

“There was an older lady up there selling baked goods so I thought I'd snag a couple cookies. You can have one if you want to, y/m/n.” - Joe

“Well aren't you sweet.” - your mom took a cookie from you as you handed it to her

My mom happily munched on her cookie and I couldn't help but laugh at my own thoughts.

“What?” - Joe

“You're trying to impress my parents, huh?” - you

“Well, I’m taking you three hours away for a week! I want them to know you're safe staying at my place.” - Joe

That's probably what I'm most looking forward to out of this whole day. After the game is over, I'm going with Joe to Cincinnati where I'll be staying at his house for the week since it's their Bye.

“Joey, they already know that. I wouldn't be going if they didn't. Also, I'm an adult I can do what I want!” - you

“Babe. I know you're an adult. I just don't want them to be wary because I'm an older guy.” - Joe

“Joseph, you're seven years older stop acting like you're forty.” - you

Joe rolled his eyes but I scooted closer to him and threw the blanket over his lap.

“You're allowed to want to impress my parents, but don't feel like you have to. They love you, because I love you.” - you

My heart did pretty much the exact opposite of the rest of my body and warmed deeply when Joe placed a tiny kiss on the tip of my nose. It was a signal that he didn't know what to say back in the moment but appreciated my statement.

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“Joe!” - Tommy ran out of the gate and up to Joe, who had his arms open for your brother

The team had won, thankfully and now we were all standing and waiting for the kids to get out of their post-game huddle.

I couldn't put into words how I felt when I watched Joe hug Tommy like his own brother. It was so sweet and I'd never felt so in love.

“You’ve got one good man, y/n.” - your mom

“I know.” - you grinned

My eyes drifted from my mom’s smiling face back down to my boyfriend, the love of my life, hyping up my little brother over a couple of his receptions.

That's when I knew Joe was the one.

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Authors note: the fourth day of Christmassss

Guys who is she… consistently updating like this…

This fic came from my own mind! 🤍

Hope you enjoyed! 🫶

[todayisafridaynight]

//trying to remind her what sawashiro's name is//

'ok ill give you a hint his name's involved with my favorite joke'

'balls?????'

theres a joke here about how thats not right but also topically correct but point is im going to shake her

Dumbass friend just compared nanba to shadow the hedgehog the prophecy is fulfilled

[mrsgucci24]

~A touchdown for the Soul~

Authors Note: This is my first fic in like 5 years so don’t have high expectations lmao but I wanted to get back into it since it was something I once enjoyed. Okay that’s it…bye

The locker room was quieter now, the lights dimming as the last few players filtered out, their footsteps echoing down the hallway. Joe Burrow still hadn’t moved from where he stood in front of his locker, his eyes staring into the mirror like he was searching for some answer that wasn’t there.

You stood just outside the door, watching him from a distance, feeling the weight of the loss pressing down on him. You knew he was hurting, knew he was trying to bottle it up and pretend like he was fine, but you weren’t buying it. Not this time.

You pushed the door open softly, the sound of it barely noticeable in the quiet room. The moment you entered, Joe stiffened slightly, but he didn’t look up. You could see his hands gripping the edge of the locker door, knuckles white, jaw tight. The usual confident, unflappable Joe Burrow seemed like a distant memory, replaced by someone raw and human.

"Joe," you said, your voice soft but firm, taking a step closer. "You don’t have to do this alone."

He didn’t respond immediately, and you could feel the air thickening with the tension. It wasn’t like him to be so distant with you, but you understood. The weight of a loss like that could change everything. It could make a man question himself, his abilities, his worth. You’d seen it before, not just with athletes but with anyone who wore the mantle of expectation.

"I’m fine," he muttered, not turning to face you.

"Joe, stop." You took another step closer, just close enough to be near him but not crowd him. "You don’t have to pretend with me."

There was a long pause, and then he finally let out a shaky breath, still not meeting your eyes. "I don’t know what I’m doing anymore. I tried everything, but it wasn’t enough. I failed."

His voice cracked on the last word, and it broke your heart. You knew Joe Burrow. You knew that behind that confident exterior was a man who cared deeply, who carried the weight of his team on his shoulders. This loss, more than any other, was eating at him.

You closed the gap between you, your hand gently touching his arm. At first, he tensed, but then his muscles softened under your touch. Slowly, he turned his head to look at you, eyes dark with emotion. There was a vulnerability there you’d rarely seen. It made your chest tighten.

"Joe," you said, your voice barely above a whisper, "you are not a failure. You are allowed to feel hurt. You gave everything out there. No one is expecting you to be perfect."

You saw the way his jaw tightened again, like he was trying to hold it all together, but you weren’t done. You stepped closer, now standing directly in front of him, your hands resting gently on his chest. His breath hitched for just a moment, but he didn’t pull away. He didn’t seem like he had the energy to.

The moment was delicate, fragile. You weren’t just comforting him now—you were offering him something more. Something unspoken. You could feel the heat between you, the unvoiced tension that had been there ever since you first met him. You didn’t know what had shifted between the two of you in that moment, but you couldn’t ignore it. He couldn’t, either.

"Let me help you," you said softly, your gaze locking with his. "I don’t want you to go through this alone."

Joe’s breath caught, and for the first time that night, you saw something in his eyes that wasn’t just pain or doubt. It was a kind of longing. Maybe it had always been there—beneath the layers of his public persona, the walls he built to keep the world at bay—but right now, you could see it clearly.

Before you could say another word, he took a step closer to you, the space between you shrinking. His hand reached up to touch your face, fingers gently brushing against your skin, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver down your spine. His thumb traced your jaw, and you could feel the tension in his body. It wasn’t just the loss anymore. There was something else in the air now, something raw and urgent.

"You don’t have to do this," he murmured, but his voice was different now. There was no command in it, no refusal. It was just… honest.

"I know," you whispered back. "But I want to."

And with that, everything seemed to fall away. The weight of the loss. The pressure. The outside world. There was only the two of you, standing in the quiet of the locker room, hearts beating in sync.

His lips found yours, tentative at first, as though he were still questioning whether this was real, whether this was okay. But the second your mouths met, the hesitation melted away. His kiss deepened, slow and tender, as if he was giving in to something he couldn’t quite name but needed.

Your hands slid up his chest, your fingers finding the fabric of his jersey, tugging gently as you pulled him closer. He groaned softly into the kiss, his arms circling around you, pulling you against him with a kind of desperation. It was like he was trying to hold on to something solid, something that would remind him that even in the midst of his frustration and self-doubt, there was still something worth fighting for.

His lips left yours, trailing down to your neck, his breath hot against your skin as he whispered, "I don’t know if I deserve this…"

You cupped his face, guiding him back to your lips. "You do," you said softly. "You deserve everything. Just let me help you forget about tonight. Even if it's only for a little while."

Joe’s body pressed against yours, and you felt the heat radiating off of him. His hands roamed, tracing the curve of your back, pulling you closer still. Every touch felt like an apology, like a way of telling you everything he couldn’t say with words.

And as you kissed again, deeper this time, you both knew that this moment wasn’t just about physical comfort—it was about giving each other something you both needed. A reminder that even after the hardest moments, there was still connection. Still something to hold onto.

As the minutes passed, you lost yourself in him—in the softness of his touch, in the way his lips moved against yours, in the way his body fit perfectly against yours. And for that fleeting moment, there was no loss, no pressure, no expectation. There was just you, and him, and the kind of intimacy that transcended the world outside the locker room.

When you finally pulled away, breathless and tangled in each other’s arms, Joe looked at you, his eyes soft and full of unspoken emotion. "Thank you," he murmured.

You smiled gently, brushing a lock of hair from his forehead. "You don’t need to thank me," you said. "I’m just here. For as long as you need me."

Joe smiled back, a tired but genuine smile, the weight of the world not quite so heavy on his shoulders anymore. And in that moment, you knew that no matter what happened next—on the field or in life—this connection, this understanding between you two, would be something that could never be broken.

[joeybsversion]

Surprise

Joe Burrow x Reader

You have a big surprise for Joe on his birthday

“Since it’s my birthday, think we could just stay in bed all day?” Joe mumbled, half awake, his body intertwined with yours under the crisp sheets.

“And who would run practice?” You giggled and forced your sleepy eyes open.

“No one. They’ll just cancel it. We can lose the next 100 games if it means I get to spend all day with you in bed.” He kissed the top of your head.

He was so warm, every part of you wanted nothing more than to stay snuggled up with him. “You don’t mean that, Joey.”

“Hmph.” He pouted, pulling himself from bed and heading to the bathroom to get ready for practice.

In hopes of cheering him up, you followed close behind with some exciting news. “I have a surprise for you when you get home.”

“You do?” His eyes lit up a little kids. “Why can’t you tell me now?”

“Because.”

“Because?” He questioned.

You looked at him, his excited face so hopeful he’d convinced you to tell him early.

“Because?” He asked again, eagerly.

You gave him a flirtatious smile and headed out of the room.

“Get back here!” He ran after you, wrapping you in a big hug from behind. With his arms around your waste he whispered “Tell me.”

“I’ll tell you when you get back.” You laughed, his breathe ticking your neck.

“You’re no fun.” He crossed his arms and headed back to the bathroom.

Joe came over and gave you a kiss as he headed out the door. “I’ll see you later.”

“Bye, Joey.” You called after him.

You spent the next hour getting ready, wanting to look your best for Joe on his birthday. As the time ticked closer to the end of practice, your heart began to race. What if he doesn’t like the surprise? A million thoughts run through your head as you finish wrapping the gift and place it on the bed. The front door opening interrupts your thoughts.

“I’m home!” Joe yells through the house.

You run through the living room to meet him. “Welcome back, birthday boy! Is it finally time to celebrate?” You wrap him in a big hug.

He raises an eyebrow. “I think it’s time for that surprise.”

You laugh knowing he must’ve thought about it all of practice. “Follow me.” You take his hand and lead him up to your room. “Close your eyes!” You instruct him as you get closer to your room and help him to sit on the edge of the bed. “Open!” You shout.

He looks around the empty room, a puzzled expression crossing his face. “Where is it?” He laughs.

“So.. that’s the problem.” Your hands begin to shake. “It won’t arrive for another 7 months.”

He only got more confused. “What would take 7…” as his words drifted, so did his eyes. They left your face and made your way to your stomach. He seemed to expect you to look different. But you’d done your best to conceal it.

He stared for what felt like an eternity. You waited for him to smile, or laugh, or jump up and down in excitement. He sat there frozen and it started to scare you.

“Joey?” You reached out and grabbed his hand. “Are you alright?”

His eyes filled with tears and never left your stomach. “I’m not sure how, but I love you 100 times more now.” He said in awe. He finally looked up at you. “Are we really going to be parents?”

You nodded, feeling all of the emotions rush through you. You pull the small box you had wrapped from under your pillow and hand it to him. “Surprise.” You whisper, trying not to cry.

He opens the box containing the positive pregnancy test and stares at the screen.

“You’re going to be a dad.” You beam.

Finally, Joe rises from the bed and wraps you in the biggest hug. “This is the best birthday ever!”

[jenniferjareauwife]

Hi! I love your Carina ficas

I would love a Carina x fem reader with some smut! It would be great if Carina got jealous because Andy (or anyone at the firehouse) was flirting with you and she took the reader home and showed her who is who's. Thank you!

You're Mine

pairing: carina deluca x fem reader

category: smut

warnings: vibrator r receiving

word count: 709

summary: andy is flirting with you so carina shows you who you belong to

I smiled at Carina from across the room, she smiled back but I could tell something was wrong. I knew to not ask about it in public so I turned back to Andy. "Well shift's almost over." Andy pointed out.

"Yeah...it is."

"Why don't we go to Joe's for some drinks?"

"Oh sure. Want me to go invite Gibson and-"

"Just us." Andy clarified.

"Oh." We didn't hang out one on one. Ever.

"It would be fun."

"I actually-"

"She needs to get home." I sighed in relief when I heard Carina voice from behind me. She put a hand on my shoulder and gave it a squeeze. "Bye bye Andy." She grabbed my wrist and led me out of the fire station.

"Where are we-"

"Home." She sounded angry.

"I wasn't going to go to the bar with her Carina. I thought she wanted to go with the whole station, I didn't know she was flirting with me. I promise." She stayed quiet, her jaw clenched as she us drove back home, 10 over the speed limit.

When we got home and she hadn't said one word I knew it was serious. "Bedroom. Clothes off. Now." I did as I was told, stripping and going to the bedroom.

She came in a few minutes later with a vibrator. I gulped. This was gonna be a long night. "On your back. Spread your legs. Wider." I spread my legs as wide as possible. "You're wet already bambina." She smiled for the first time in hours.

"Mhm. Always wet for you."

"Good." She stripped to her bra and underwear, sitting down next to me, wearing a smug smile before turning the vibrator onto the highest setting and placing it against my clit. I instantly jolted. This was gonna be a long night. "All your orgasms tonight are mine, ok? Because you belong to me. Not Andy."

"F-fuck." The vibrator was relentless. I was already close and I knew she wasn't going to let up for a while. "C-Carina I'm close."

"You can cum as much as you want. I decide when you're done." My body spasmed as my first orgasm plowed through me. "Feels good bambina?" She asked with a smile.

"S-so good." My body twitched in sensitivity as the vibrations seemed to get stronger. I knew it wasn't possible since it was on the highest setting but it kept getting stronger and stronger while my second climax built up. Carina kept the vibrator at the perfect spot while she leaned down to suck a hickey onto my neck.

"You're mine." She reminded me. "Not anyone else's, not Andy's. Mine. You hear that?"

"I'm yours Carina, all yours- fuck!" My back arched and my eyes rolled to the back of my head while my second climax wash over me. This was it, right? I normally never had back to back orgasms and now it looked like she was trying to get a third out of me.

"Two more for me bambina."

"Two?"

"You can give me two." It sounded more like a demand.

"Fuck." My hips twitches and rolled into the vibrator. "It's too much." I whined as I felt another orgasm building up.

"Doesn't it feel good?"

"Good but s-so fuck...f-fuck!"

"Mhm. Good." She laughed and watched as my whole body spasmed. "You look so hot like this." She sucked a hickey onto my stomach.

"I c-can't cum again."

"Yes you can."

"N-no-"

"Yes you can." She gazed into my eyes and it was like I came on command. As soon as I rode out my high she pulled the vibrator away.

"Carina." I mumbled, my head falling to the side.

"I'm right here bambina." She whispered, leaning down to kiss my forehead. "How are you feeling?"

"Really tired."

"I bet." I felt her smile against my forehead. "You did so good for me. I'm proud of you." I blushed and smiled at her praise.

"Cuddle?"

"I can cuddle you." She got in behind me and cuddled me tightly, kissing the back of my neck. "We can take a shower in the morning, ok? I'll make you some french toast."

"Yes please." She giggled at my eager response.

"I love you bambina. Get some sleep."

"I love you too."

[rocknrollbabe14]

Rock A Bye Professor

Part Five

Rating: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Warnings: Direct mentions of sex, sexual acts, birth control, missed period, nausea, vomiting, pregnancy. Professor/Student trope at college level. Both consenting adults. Don't like it, don't read. Thank you!

His eyes were glued on you, afraid of what was to follow. His mind was racing a million miles a minute trying to think of what you were going to tell him. Did you have some crazy ex husband? A child back home? His mind instantly went to the worst. He gave you a look as if to tell you to continue. 

“Um—I—well,”, you stumbled over your words, laughing nervously and finding with your fingers before finally gaining the strength to continue. “Um, I don’t have parents. My dad left when I was born and my mom—she died from an overdose when I was two.”

Joe wore a surprised expression as you began to cry softly.

“I should have told you—my grandma raised me until I was twelve and then she passed so I was left to bounce around in the foster system for a while.”

“Love.”, he breathed, empathy clear in his voice. 

“And I get if you’re mad at me. But I have no family at home. I lied to you.”

You were becoming hysterical. 

“Love.”

Joe grabbed your hand, instantly pulling you towards him. He let you cry on him while he brushed through your hair. He hated it when you cried. It killed him.

"I’ve lied to you. How can we be together when I lied?”

“Shhh, calm down, baby.”, he soothed. 

“I can’t—I need to go.”

“No, you don’t. Just let me hold you and just breathe, baby.”

He let you cry against him as he held you in his arms. 

“I’m sorry.”, was all you managed to repeat over and over. 

“Love, calm down, please. You don’t need to get stressed out—it’s not good for you or the baby.”, he held the back of your head as you laid on his chest. 

“I’m a shit girlfriend.”

“You are not. Look at me.”, he breathed as he pulled you back, his hands on your shoulders as he stared you in the eyes. 

It was hard for you to make eye contact with him, feeling like a complete failure. But you forced yourself to look up at him even with tears running down your cheeks. 

“It doesn’t matter that there’s no one for you back “home”. This is your home now—as soon as graduation happens, you’re moving in, okay? Me and the baby—our baby girl Sophie, we’re your family now.”

You eyed him as he wiped the tear away that was sliding down your cheek before a small smile came across his face. 

“Alright, love?”

“Okay.”

“I love you and our baby more than anything in this world. I left my family to move here and pursue a teaching career. You and the baby—our Sophie, you all are my everything.”

“I love you too, Joe. Are you sure you forgive me?”

“Love, it’s hard to tell someone that.”

“It just made me feel like—I wasn’t loved. I went through years of counseling and stuff and I—”, you choked up, trying to clear your throat and regain your composure. “I just don’t ever want our baby girl to feel like that.”

“She’s never going to feel like that, love. She’s going to have a mommy who loves her very much and has done everything right to nurture her and bring her into the world safely and then her daddy loves her very much also. I don’t want to live a day without you all.”

He placed his hand on your bump, rubbing it easily. You looked up at him easily. He was so forgiving, he was the best boyfriend and he was going to make an amazing daddy. 

“I love you, Joe.”, you sniffled softly.

He smiled, wiping another tear away. “I love you too. Now give me a kiss and let’s cuddle. No more crying.”, he playfully pouted. 

You leaned in as you both shared another soft and slow kiss. It was passionate, you both taking the time to deepen the kiss. He smiled through the kiss, making sure to wipe any remainder of the tears off your face. You all pulled away, breaking the kiss softly. He chuckled, clearly giddy. He grabbed your hand, lacing his fingers in between yours. 

“Let’s be happy about our baby girl.”, he smiled as he rubbed your shoulder with his free hand.

“Let’s be happy about our baby girl.”, you repeated as you both leaned in and touched noses. 

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Another month came and went, leaving you almost seven months pregnant. It was even harder to hide, your bump harder to contain. You had been at college late, studying, and grabbed some dinner with Tori. She was having a hard time dealing with you being away from the dorm especially since she was the first friend you made. You didn’t have a lot of stability in your life when you first came to college—before the baby and Joe. 

Joe had texted earlier in the day to let you know he was heading home after class and he would be back to pick you up in a more discreet location. He hated that you all had to hide your relationship he reminded you often that he wanted to shout it from the rooftops but you both knew right now that wasn’t possible. You didn’t want him to lose his job or be reprimanded or you get thrown out of college. 

Once you were finished at college for the night, you texted Joe. But your message was left on delivered. That was weird and unlike him. Your face crinkled in confusion as thirty minutes had gone by and there was no response. Maybe he had fallen asleep. He never took naps where he stayed so busy. He had been busy being a professor and now with you and the baby. You decided you would try and call him. Your hands started to shake as you hit his contact information.

Putting your phone to your ear, it began to ring. You waited for what felt like forever but there was no answer, your cell phone going straight to voicemail. Your heart immediately dropped into your stomach, and worry began to set in. Something had to be wrong. Maybe he had been under too much stress. It was your fault. Or at least you felt like it was. Not wasting any more time, you decided to get an Uber and go to his house. Something was wrong—very wrong. 

Arriving at Joe’s house—you immediately noticed something was off. There was a car in the driveway that you didn’t recognize. Were his parents here? Had he told them everything and they hated you so he decided he wasn’t going to talk to you anymore? No, he wouldn’t do that. Would he? You wanted to believe he wouldn’t but there was always the voice in the back of your head that told you he would. Everyone else did. Your own parents didn’t even want you or care about you enough to get rid of the drugs. 

You thanked the driver as you got out, carefully walking up the front porch. This was supposed to be your home too. You were supposed to feel safe and secure but at this moment you didn’t. You felt like you didn’t belong here. Your brain was torn on whether to use your key or ring the doorbell first. Would it be rude to let yourself in the house? Yes, especially if his parents were there. You decided to ring the doorbell with trembling hands. It could be heard muffled inside the walls of the house. 

You looked around the porch awkwardly while you waited but there was no answer. You rang it again, waiting another few moments. No answer. You sighed beginning to knock. Maybe he was really done with you. Maybe his parents ended up hating you and he was done. No answer again but there were lights on in the house. It was a last resort when you decided to use the key Joe had given you. Sliding it in the lock and turning it, you dreaded what may lay ahead of you on the other side of the door. 

You unlocked the door quietly and stepped inside the house. You could hear talking as you quietly hug up your jacket. 

“Hey babe I’m home.”, your voice started out happy but slid down to sound sad.

The voices ceased causing you to panic slightly. You smiled weakly as you came around the counter to see Joe standing there with another young woman. He was leaning on the counter, looking exhausted. She was dressed to the nines. Your stomach dropped and you felt tears swelling up in your eyes but you attempted to blink them back. 

“Y/N—this isn’t what it looks like.”, Joe’s brown eyes looked sad.

Maybe he was just a good actor. 

“Oh? This is that little pregnant whore of yours.”, the woman spoke, her accent thick.

She wasn’t from here that was clear. 

“Don’t call her that.”, Joe glared over at her, defending you. 

“You’re not even engaged and she’s pregnant with your child.”, the woman countered.

This was already proving too much for you. You could feel yourself nearing tears and it would be minutes before you completely broke down and you didn’t want to be around when that happened. You couldn’t believe that he would do this to you—especially not while you were carrying his child. 

“I’ve gotta go.”, you breathed, feeling tears well up in your eyes. 

“Y/N—please don’t go.”, Joe spoke out loudly.

“Just leave me alone, Joe. Please.”, you could barely speak above a whisper. 

“Y/N—don’t go. Please. It’s not what it looks like.”

“Just let her go, Joe. It makes things easier for us.”

You didn’t look back at him as you grabbed your coat, feeling the hot tears beginning to slide down your cheeks. You didn’t want them to see you wipe them away, you didn’t want them to know you were crying. You slid your coat on and went outside in the cool air, feeling it instantly nip your tear-stained cheeks. You walked down his steps quickly and got on the sidewalk. It hurt even worse that he didn’t chase after you, causing you to cry even harder. You knew this wasn’t good for your baby girl but you couldn’t help it. 

She was moving—you could feel her. You rubbed your bump softly as you continued to walk down the street. Your dorm wasn’t super far from here. You’d go back—you knew you’d always have a place there. You would just have to try to find an apartment soon and prepare to bring your baby girl into this world alone. You didn’t need Joe. All you needed was your baby girl. You’d get a good job and get an apartment, a car, and the baby’s things. It would be hard but you knew you could do it. But you wouldn’t lie—the thought stressed you out. You were seven months pregnant and were close to delivering in just two months. 

You guessed you would be doing that alone too. A lot of women gave birth alone—you wouldn’t be the first and you wouldn’t be the last. It would be mentally, emotionally, and physically draining but once you held her in your arms you wouldn’t be alone anymore. She’d be your everything and you could give all your love to her even if she was part of Joe. That wasn’t her fault and didn’t make you love your baby any less. You tried to wipe the tears away but they came back almost just as fast. 

Rubbing your bump softly and walking until your feet were beginning to hurt in your shoes, you finally arrived at the dorm. You slipped inside and took the elevator, arriving at the door of your dorm in minutes. You knocked on the door softly, hoping Tori was there. It took her just a few seconds before she opened the door. 

“Y/N.”

“Hey Tori—sorry I didn’t call—”

“It’s fine. Is everything okay?”

“Not really.”, you admitted. “Me and the baby’s dad are having some trouble.”

“Your boyfriend that I still haven’t met?”

“Yeah. I think he cheated on me. I’m sorry I haven’t been here much but can I come back here and stay for a while?”

Tori’s eyes widened in surprise. “You think he’s cheating on you?”

You nodded softly, more tears beginning to slide down your cheeks.

“Get in here. Did you walk here all by yourself?”, she questioned as she pulled you inside and closed the door. 

You nodded.

“Y/N.”, she sighed. “You don’t need to be walking all alone at night—especially being pregnant. How far along are you now? You don’t have much longer, do you?”

“Seven months—no, she’ll be here soon.”, you swallowed hard as Tori sat you down on the couch. She went over and began to make you some hot chocolate. 

“She? Aw, that’s amazing. I bet you’re over the moon.”, Tori spoke as she put the water in the microwave, setting the timer. 

“I am.”, you swallowed, your mind instantly remembering how happy Joe was that you were having a baby girl. 

You were confused as to what had changed. 

“I’m gonna get you some pajamas. You still have some in your room, right?”

“They probably don’t fit. All my maternity stuff is at his place.”, you sighed as you slid your coat off and leaned back against the couch, rubbing your belly. 

“We’ll try them. I have bigger t-shirts.”, she spoke as she went off to your room and hers, the microwave going off. 

You got up easily and went into the kitchen, mixing the packet of hot chocolate into the cup as she came in with pajamas. 

“Y/N, you need to relax and get off your feet.”, she eyed you.

“I’m pregnant, Tori. Not helpless.”, you sighed as she shooed you out of the way and handed you the pajamas. 

“Go change. Hopefully, they’ll work for tonight and tomorrow we can go to Goodwill or something and find you some more maternity clothes. Fuck that guy.”

You sighed softly, nodding as you felt your chest swell up as you fought back tears. Going off to the bathroom, you slid your clothes off and laid your phone on the countertop. You couldn’t look at yourself in the mirror. As you slid the pajama pants up your legs, you began to hear your phone buzz, almost vibrating off the counter. It was Joe. You instantly declined the call and put your phone on Do Not Disturb. The pants fell right under your bump before you slid Tori’s t-shirt on and it barely covered your bump but you were just thankful that your belly wasn’t showing. 

Grabbing your phone off the counter, you came out of the bathroom to find Tori waiting for you with the hot chocolate.

“What are you in the mood to eat? I’ll go out and get dinner and a movie while you stay here, relax, and warm up.”, she handed you the cup easily. 

“I’m not super hungry.”, you admitted as you sat down on the couch, rubbing your bump as you took a small sip of your hot chocolate. 

She rolled her eyes. “You need to eat, Y/N. You’re eating for two.”

“Fine.”, you relented. “Um, maybe Chinese or pizza.”

“Do you want both?”, Tori laughed.

“Does that make me fat?”

“No—you’re pregnant.”

You both laughed lightly, the first time you had laughed this entire evening. You smiled softly as you rubbed your bump. Your baby girl would be your reason to continue on and achieve what you needed to do. Tori grabbed her keys and cell phone.

“I’ll be back. Take a nap, watch TV, relax.”

“Thanks, Tori.”

The door closed gently as you raised yourself off the couch to go lock it. You didn’t think anyone would attempt to get in but you didn’t know for sure. You relaxed for a few minutes after settling down and beginning to watch television and at some point, you must have dozed off for a few minutes. A knock came to the door of your dorm, you innocently believed it was Tori. But as you became more conscious, you realized that Tori had a key. There was only one other person it could be.

You got off the couch and went to the door, looking through the peephole. There was Joe standing there, visibly upset in his black peacoat. Beginning to feel your blood pressure rise, you opened the door.

“Joe, what the fuck are you doing here?”

“Y/N, please listen to me.”, he sniffled. You could tell he had been crying.

“You can get us both in trouble.”, you hissed. “You’re not even supposed to be here.” 

“I know, I know. But love makes you do stupid things.”, Joe sighed. “And I can’t go to bed without you tonight. Please don’t make me.”

“Joe, we’re not doing this. I’m not coming back home with you. I can raise our baby without you, you know.”, you looked down at what you could see of your feet which was mostly the floor now that you were as pregnant as you were. 

Joe eyed you, tears beginning to pool in his brown eyes. “Y/N, please. If you hate me, don’t keep my baby girl from me, please.”

“You should have thought about that before you had your ex-girlfriend over at your house. What the fuck were you thinking? You know what, it doesn’t matter. Just please go, Joe. Please just leave.”, your voice cracked as you tried to close the door. 

You were trying to hold tears back and to keep from letting him see you so weak. 

Joe grabbed the door gently, keeping it open. “Y/N, please. Just give me ten minutes. Please.”

Your brain was fighting your heart, telling you to not give him the time of day. He had already taken enough from you and given you more than you asked for….you were seven months pregnant with his baby. But you sighed softly before opening the door further.

“Get in here before someone fucking sees you. But ten minutes and that’s it.”

Joe nodded before hurrying inside, closing the door behind you both and softly locking it. You went into the kitchen, still visible from the living room. You were scoping out what Tori had to eat in the meantime, already feeling hungry again. This baby was keeping you on your toes. 

“Hungry?”, Joe asked.

You turned your head to glare at him. “It doesn’t matter.”

“It does. It’s only been a couple of hours and I miss you like crazy. All I can think about is you and our baby, how you’re feeling if you’re okay—it’s already driving me mad.”

“Why do you care?”, you snapped instantly, sometimes unable to control your hormones. “You didn’t care when your ex was in your house and you were ignoring my phone calls and text messages.”

This was killing Joe whether you realized it or not. This was driving him mad. 

“Y/N, it wasn’t what you thought.”

“That’s what they all fucking say.”, you rolled your eyes as you found some chips, beginning to open them and eat them but also realizing you needed something to drink.

“Y/N.”, Joe sighed, coming towards the kitchen but when you glared at him again, it made him stop in his tracks. 

“Joe, this is exhausting. Please just leave me and the baby alone. I might change my mind when she’s born and let you see her but right now I don’t even want to see your face.”, you sighed.

Your words hurt Joe, instantly felt a pang in his chest. He looked down at the floor in an attempt to keep himself from crying. He shoved his hands in his pockets, something you noticed he did when he was nervous or trying to deal with something. You softly chewed a few potato chips, taking a drink before you heard him sniffle lightly. Part of you regretted saying the last bit, knowing you probably hit him where it hurt. 

He nodded softly. “Is that really want you to want?”

His voice was fragile and it was clear he was on the verge of tears. 

You sighed. “This is just too much for me, Joe.”

“I love you, Y/N. I love you and our baby girl more than anything in this world.”, Joe choked. 

All of a sudden, you felt your baby girl kick you. She didn’t stop there, beginning to move like crazy. You laid down your bag of potato chips, making a face as you rubbed your belly. Joe noticed, his face crinkling instantly in concern.

“Is something wrong?”

You waved him off. “It’s nothing.”

“Tell me. Are you having contractions? Is the pain different?”

“Just give me a second.”, your voice was harsher. 

Joe came closer and he didn’t care if you gave him a look from hell or not. 

TO BE CONTINUED........

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