#Joe Bye Done

[news4dzhozhar]

[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.

[sweet-nuthin-nuthin-at-all]

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.

[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.

[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

[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!”

[news4dzhozhar]

While mothers in the US get taken out to brunch and bought flowers that will be in the trash in days, think about the mothers and orphans of Palestine.

[pathetichimbos]

childhood best friends AU but every out of towner sees the reader and Thomas and assumes that Thomas is the one they should be scared of when in reality almost everyone in town has gotten their ass beat by the reader for being mean to him aka Thomas has scary dog privileges

>>>tw: canon typical insults; aka use of r-slur - also not a tw but f!reader ok thank ily bye<<<

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It's secret to no one. It's no surprise, no new revelation.

It's common knowledge, something no one even bothers to mention, like how the Browns got their money from a hospital scandal, or the Miller's daughter is on drugs. Just another unspoken rule, like how you shouldn't go to the desolate dirt road just outside of town after 9 o'clock, or into the woods around the farm land when the thing no one sees starts screaming into the night.

Or at least, it's common knowledge in town. So, it really couldn't be his fault, could it?

He was new, just some common Joe that had transferred over from a couple towns over to work at the slaughterhouse when demands got high.

He managed to make friendly with the older generation still running the factory and got along with almost all of the younger men that had joined straight out of high school.

He caught on quick to the unspoken social hierarchy around town, already having a similar one in his own hometown.

He knew who to stick with, and he knew who to avoid, but the one thing he didn't know, the one unspoken rule he didn't catch onto, is that no one bullies Thomas Hewitt.

He had never met him, not formally. He heard his name in passing, and it only took one look at the towering masked man to figure out who he was, and even less time to realize that he didn't want to meet him.

No one spoke to him, and he didn't speak to anyone. He was avoided, and feared. It was easy to see why.

Not only did Thomas look like he could snap a grown man in half with his bare hands, but he was quiet, and weird, nobody seemed to like him. And what better way to get on everyone's good side than by targeting the person no one liked?

So, he starts talking about Thomas behind his back. It's easy, and most people will join in after checking the corners and making sure he's no where in sight.

Damn, He thinks, People must really be afraid of him.

And that leads to another thought. Another very stupid, soon to be regretted, thought.

Let's see how tough this guy really is.

So, one day, in the late afternoon of the scorching Texas Summer, while everyone from the first shift is heading out, back to their respective houses, he sees an opportunity.

There sits Thomas, all alone, on a bench in front of the factory. He seems to be lost in thought, staring at the ground while he apparently waits. For what, the man doesn't care enough to think about.

He stops in his tracks, tapping the arm of one of his buddies, and gestures to Thomas, who either hasn't noticed them, or simply hasn't acknowledged the group.

"Look at this guy," He smirks, his voice well loud enough for Thomas to hear, "He waitin' on his Mommy to come pick him up or some shit?"

The other guy doesn't really react, seemingly uncomfortable with his joke.

"Don't tell me that retard done gave whatever the hell he has." He comments on the man's silence, failing to read the room completely.

Thomas shifts in his seat, letting out a discouraged sigh as he continues looking at the ground, this time looking farther away from the group, his fists clenching in his lap, flexing in frustration.

"What? Cat got your tongue?" He shoves his friend in the arm a bit, looking between him and Thomas, "Or you afraid that freak's gonna get a hold of it?"

"Drop it, man..." He waves him off.

"Why should I? He ain't gonna do shit--"

"Tommy!" He hears you before he sees you, looking over just in time to catch glimpse of you happily jogging over to Thomas, "You waited for me!"

Thomas seems to relax at your presence, nodding as he stands to his full height.

"How was your day?" You ask, standing on your toes to wrap your arms around his neck.

He meets you halfway, leaning down and wrapping his arms around your waist, burying his face in your neck and letting out a sigh of relief.

"Oh, Tommy you stink." There's a playfulness in your voice as you scrunch your face, hit with the stench of the slaughterhouse that will most definitely linger on your clothes.

He lets out a small chuckle as the two of you pull away, looking down at you.

The man is stunned, completely caught off guard by the sight of someone like you even associating with a man like Thomas.

"Holy shit," He looks back to his buddies, "Who the hell is that?"

"That's Thomas'." His friend simply replies, already knowing what's going through the man's head. He doesn't seem to catch the underlying warning that came with those words.

"What is someone like her doing with something like him?"

"I'm tellin' you man, drop it. She ain't worth the trouble."

"Oh, yea? What's that big freak gonna do? Stop me?"

Finally having enough with his antics, the other men dismiss him, heading back to their own vehicles to head home after a hard day's work.

He, however, takes it upon himself to saunter his way over to your side.

"Well, hey there, Missy..." He starts, clearly ignoring the way Thomas' hands are currently resting on your hips, and yours on his chest, "What's got you so far out this way?"

You blink for a few seconds, looking at the guy is disbelief. Was he really asking why you're here?

"...To walk home with my husband." You deadpan, not missing the way Thomas' grip tightens on you, or the small growl that escapes him.

"Husband?" He raises an eyebrow, looking between the two of you, "Come on, girl, you don't really expect me to believe you actually married a thing like him." He paints his last word with disgust.

It's your turn to raise your eyebrows, tilting your head as you look at him, "A 'thing'?"

"Well, yea..." He seems caught off guard by your reaction, "Don't tell me you actually like him?"

You let out a sigh, your hand tapping Thomas' chest once as you look back up at him, "Thomas, baby, can you go inside and call Charlie? I think I'd like to get a ride today instead of walking."

He gives you a knowing look, shaking his head a bit.

"No, no, it'll be fine, I promise. Just go call him for me please?"

Thomas looks between you and the man, and pulls away with a sigh, walking back into the slaughterhouse.

Now even more confused, the man watches Thomas walk away, completely bewildered by what just happened. Was he missing something, or did he just get really, really lucky?

"Let me ask you something," You catch his attention, your hand coming up to brush over his hair briefly, "...Did your Mama ever teach you manners?"

Thomas isn't even surprised when he comes back outside to find the man sprawled on the ground, crying out as you stand bent over him, his ear caught between your fingers.

"Don't you know it's rude to call people names?" You ask him sternly, "Do you want me to call you names? Is that what you want? Do you want me to start calling you names too?"

"Let me go, you stupid bitch!" He yells, gripping at your wrist, each move he makes only twisting his ear harder in your grip.

You push down a little more, rubbing his face in the dirt, "That's not what I asked."

"No, no, I don't want you to call me names--!"

"Exactly! So what made you think it was okay to start calling him names? Did you think it was funny?"

"Y-Yes, I thought it was funny--!

"Do you think this is funny?"

"No!"

"Say you're sorry."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, just let me go--!"

"Like you mean it."

"I'm sorry--!"

A hand on your shoulder catches your attention as you look up, seeing Thomas giving you a deadpan look.

"Okay..." You sigh, letting the man's ear go and standing up straight.

"Oh, you fucking bitch..." He clings to his burning ear, pushing himself up.

"Did you call Charlie?" You ignore him, turning back to Thomas.

He nods, looking back to the man still seething on the ground.

"Ok, let's walk up the road til we see him." You take his hand, pulling his attention back to you.

He nods again, giving your hand a squeeze as you start walking away, continuing on with your day as if nothing had happened.

After all, it's common knowledge, right?

[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. 

___________________________________________________________________________

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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[lovejosephquinn]

To the anon that requested Joe x Reader and his morning routine comment and an absolutely lovely compliment attached to it, it errored when I went to post, but then when I went back the request had disappeared so I'm posting it as a normal post. GOOD JOB, I SAVED IT ON A DOCUMENT AS I WENT ALONG ISN'T IT.

So, to the person who did request, please lmk if you've seen it because I worked so hard on it for you. 💀

I mean who are you and where did you come from? I'm asking in the best way possible.

This little scenario is perfection. I'll do my best to do make your first smut request amazing & your dream come true 😍

Ngl the same thing went through my head when I heard him say this too HAHA, we're such thirsty bitches bye 💀

Thanks for your request angel and I hope your day was good to x

Warnings: A disgusting amount of smut, filthy talk & the most minimal amount of fluff if you look really closely

Word Count: 2.1k

UNDER 18'S DNI TYSM.

The Best Way To Start Your Day.

The smell of bacon sizzled away, the smell rising through your nostrils as you sipped on your morning coffee, you were lazily mooching round in your boyfriend's shirt, only a couple of buttons done up, so it fell even baggier on your body. You were dancing around to a song on the radio, the summer sun beaming through the window of your flat. When you'd first woke up, Joe wasn't next to you like he had been all night and a note lay on the bedside table 'Nipped out for a run, see you soon sleeping beauty x'. The dream you'd left to come back to the real world was that of Joe firmly placed in-between your legs making you squirm which found you disappointed that it wasn't real or he wasn't still by your side to make it real, that wasn't to say that as soon as he arrived home, that it could potentially be a thing, he'd look a hot mess from the mixed morning warmth and his exercise combined so that made the heat between your legs escalate further.

Joe came through the door exactly the way you'd imagined him to, his black t-shirt clung to his body, little droplets of sweat hanging from his curls and onto his forehead, his cheeks a hint of pink. You bit down on your lip at the possibility of having him right then and there, but you decided to bide your time. Turning to view your man that just radiated perfection, you beamed a smile so sweet.

"Good morning my love, did you sleep well?" Joe made a bee line straight over to you, placed his hands on your hips, your hands automatically placed onto the top of his as he gave you a surprisingly devilish look up and down.

You placed a pleasing kiss to his lips. "I did, I dreamt of you actually, how was your run baby?"

"Oh, you did. I hope I was well behaved. The run was hot, I need to shower in a minute."

You leaned up closer to his face looking directly into his eyes and whispered, pecking softly onto his mouth again, leaning back and taking your bottom lip under your teeth once more "Incredibly."

Joe's eyes became wide, and you almost heard the gulp in his throat, the idea of a shower was less important now, he needed to find out exactly what you'd imagined in your sleep. "What happened in this dream exactly Y/N?"

You turned off the stove, sitting up on the countertop facing your man, spreading your legs apart and revealing yourself a little more to him. "You ate me. Real. Fucking. Good."

The gasp that fell out of his mouth, his face serious now and eyes darting down to the edge of the shirt that exposed your upper thighs, he came closer and closed the gap between your legs.

"D-did you eat b-breakfast a-already?" You choked on your words as Joe pushed your hair to one side and his lips attacked your neck, kissing, nibbling and sucking in all the right places. Stopping but face still buried in the crook of it, Joe hummed "I was going to wait till I got back, but I think I know what I want and it's not that bacon, it's much more fucking tasty."

He stood up fully, gripping your thighs, indenting his fingers into them to get a better hold as he pulled them forward, bringing your body arched to his face and rested your legs onto his shoulders, pulling the shirt up so it was nowhere near where he wanted to be, you leaned your head back against the wall. "Fucking hell, you're already so wet for me baby, dream Joe did good."

His tongue instantly got to work, no messing around. He used the whole length of it to work his way right up your slit, your head fell back even further at the sudden contact, your eyes squeezed shut as you moaned out his name, begging him for more. "I need you to devour me Joe, I need more p-p-lease."

He raised his head to look at you, an already whimpering mess, your thighs were shaking. "I love it when you beg, be patient baby, be a good girl and wait a little longer and then I'm going to tongue fuck your aching cunt so deep, okay?" You nodded rapidly at his words, you didn't want conversation, you wanted his head back down where it belonged at this very moment.

He opened you up with his fingers resting either side, exposing you completely as the edge of his tongue danced circles around your clit, you pushed yourself up higher to make the light teasing more pleasurable. Your hands that gripped the sides of the countertop found themselves clutching at Joe's curls and pushing his head down. "You're such an eager little slut." he purred, latching his mouth straight onto your sensitive bud, sucking hard onto it whilst his tongue continued to wash around it, slurping up every single ounce of your juices that you had to offer.

"Don't talk with your mouth full." You giggled at the irony.

He took one harsher suck against your clit shutting you up and sending your hips bucking into his face and then began to kiss down your pussy, reaching your hole. "But you taste too good."

His tongue circled your entrance at an agonisingly painful speed making you writhe, crying out his name. "Joe. Joe. p-please."

"Please what?"

"Tongue fuck me, just like you did in my dream, just like you promised."

He spat directly onto you as his tongue moved around you once more and then without warning, the muscle dived into your throbbing hole, no space between his face and your pussy as he curled it up, hitting the most delicious, sweet spot inside of you over and over again. You clawed at the top of his head, your legs wrapped shut, thrusting against him to get as much of him as you possibly could. He would quite clearly be suffocating soon, his nose pressed up against your slit, Joe couldn't care less, all he cared about in that instant was giving you the best head of your life.

Your moans filled the entire flat, your stomach was tightening with every lap of Joe's tongue inside of you, his thumb moved its way onto your clit, rubbing erratically. Your whole body was jolting and within the next few seconds the sensitivity began too much for you to handle. "Ohhhhh my g-g-god, I'm going to cum."

Joe's immediate response to that was to force his face as deep he possibly could, as if it wasn't already, gripping his arms tightly around your thighs and pulling you inward as you fell apart. You screamed and jolted at the rush of pleasure that filled you from head to toe, your hole spasming around his tongue that was now at a standstill, staying put whilst he took every drop of your fluid - his mouth was sodden.

Gasping for air when he released his head from your grip, he licked his lips, lowered your still shaking legs and stretching slightly from being in the same position for a while. As he stood up you couldn't help but gawk at the thick bulge outlining his sweatpants.

"Did I make your dream come true, love?" Joe commented as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"You already know the answer." You replied, sitting back up straight onto a puddle of Joe's spit and the evidence of your orgasm. "So, my question now is would you like to shower, or would you like to continue this, where I help you sort out that disgustingly huge erection?"

You didn't need to waste your breath a moment further, which he found himself in the same stance as he did earlier, Joe stood in-between your spread legs, taking his hand and pushing the back of your head towards his, leaning down to give you a quick and fierce open-mouthed kiss. His tongue fought yours and all you could taste was you, it was so sexy and alluring.

You broke the kiss, opening your eyes slowly to watch Joe's demanding expression. "Please Y/N."

"Please what?" You giggled, arching an eyebrow at your boyfriend just at the simple irony that he'd asked you the same question when you were right in the middle of desperation a moment before.

"Please touch me, my cock's throbbing for you."

You pushed down at the waist of his sweatpants; he removed them completely and then you pulled his t-shirt up which practically peeled away from his sweaty physique. His cock sprung free, standing tall as you watched, his tip leaking rapidly as your eyes darted back up to his face, his mouth was gaping open slightly, breaths rapid, awaiting your next move.

You spat directly onto the palm of your hand and wrapped your fist around the tip of his cock, lathering his leakage and your spit along the length. "Oh fuck, baby just like that." You'd barely done anything, yet he was submitting so easily to your hand, the torment of eating you out first must have really gotten to him.

You unhurriedly pumped his thick shaft, bringing his foreskin up and down along with it, spitting onto your other hand and reaching down to massage his balls, pulling at them slightly.

"Y/N, yes, f- you know exactly what to do."

And that you did, you knew full well that including his sack in the mix whilst you jerked him or blew him every time drove Joe insane.

Joe was searching for more, in complete distress he crashed his lips onto yours whilst you worked the length, wanking him at a faster pace, while you clutched his balls tightly in your hand. This particular kiss was so sloppy, so damn needy that you felt a moan fall out of your mouth, Joe replied in a groan erupting out of his throat as you began to twist your wrist in circular motions whilst pumping. "Harder, no faster, more baby more."

You bit down onto his lip, insinuating him to shut the fuck up and earning a low whimper. Moving down to his neck, you chaotically kissed around it, leaving a little swollen hickey on the side when you sucked on a sweet spot that he was particularly fond of you touching.

You were working rapidly now, your hand slipping up and down his cock perfectly. His breathing fastened, eyes rolled backwards, and his head fell. "Baby, shit I'm going to cum." You dropped down to your knees before he could reach his end, bringing his cock to face tip downward and opening your mouth below, you felt his eyes come back to you, burning at your stance as you began to pump frantically, in no time he spewed a hefty amount of fluid into your awaiting mouth, Joe's cock twitched slightly, some ejected to your cheek and to ride his orgasm out longer, you took his bell end into your mouth, swallowing what you already had gotten and sucking the rest of his release out of him. In turn making his toes curl underneath and his hands attempt to push your head down, but you refused and remained still. The moan that he let out during the over stimulation was unholy, it almost made your thighs clench together, it was undoubtedly one of your favourite noises.

You let go of his now softening cock, rising back to your feet as Joe cupped your cheeks and kissed your forehead in a thank you.

"Holy fucking shit, how did I get so damn lucky?"

"Just wanted to be part of your morning routine is all." You winked subtly at Joe.

"My morning routine?" His brows furrowed, head slightly tilting to one side.

"Yeah, you either eat first or after, then go for your run then you'll go straight for a shower, and I know if you're any longer than 10 minutes then that means you're usually jerking off."

Joe barked a whole chesty laugh, the cheeky smile on his face couldn't have shown anymore that that was the truth.

"Fucking hell, alright FBI. Well, it can always be changed, I'd rather you do it anyway, but now I'm satisfied I'm going to go and take that '10-minute' shower."

You laughed back, wrapping your arms around your sweaty, naked man, but before you could solidify the embrace, he lifted you up off of your feet bridal style. "I've had a better idea; you're coming to shower with me."

"I am?" you teased.

"Yes, and I'm going to add to this morning routine." He implied as he carried you to towards the bathroom.

"And how are you going to do that anymore than we already have, Quinn?"

Joe planted a peck onto your lips, the innocent kiss dismissed by his filthy words. "I'm going to pick you up, push you against the wall and fuck you so hard."

[joeys-babe]

Joey B Imagines: LSU Purple

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summary: you and joe return to baton rouge for an event joe’s foundation was holding in the off-season of 2023. it was fun to go back to tiger stadium with joe, all the memories of his college days flooding back to you. the same love was shared between you and joe from college, the only thing different was the fact you guys were married with a daughter. savanna’s first time in baton rouge!

warnings: none, fluff

pairing: joe burrow x reader

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(y/n’s pov)

we had to leave the house in 30 minutes but i was still in joe and i's closet.. last minute packing.

"baby, what are you going to wear?" - joe

"lsu purple biker shorts, and one of my old burreaux jerseys!" - you

"that's gonna look amazing on you. what about sav?" - joe

"sav’s wearing the same jersey as me but with a purple skirt." - you

"my girls are gonna look so cute." - joe smiled

"what about you shiesty, what are you wearing? gonna throw on the old letterman and relish in your glory days?" - you

"no. probably my grey jeans and an lsu football shirt." - joe laughed

"the infamous grey jeans." - you shook your head

"i like them." - joe shrugged

"i know." - you laughed before giving joe a peck on the lips

"are you almost done packing? we really need to get going." - joe

"yes, can you grab my makeup bag from inside the bathroom? that's the last thing i need." - you

joe nodded before exiting our closet, after 5 minutes i was worried he couldn't find it, but he walked back into the closet.

"here's your makeup bag, i also grabbed your makeup wipes, i saw them on the counter and thought you might need them." - joe

"thank you." - you gratefully smiled at him

he smiled back before i turned away and put it in my suitcase. i zipped it up and grabbed my phone, following joe out of our closet.

"hey momma?" - savanna popped out of her room

"yes sweetie?" - you

"can we please go, i wanna see grammy and gramps!!" - sam

"we are about to leave baby, daddy has to put his shoes on." - you

"dada hurry!" - savanna ran up to joe and started poking him in the legs

"i'm hurrying!" - joe

i laughed as he picked her up and hurried down the stairs.

i walked downstairs and saw joe trying to put his shoes on as sav continued to yell at him to hurry up.

"baby my suitcase is upstairs.. i'm gonna put the kids in the car so can you grab it for me?" - you

"mhm." - joe

"thank you!" - you kissed his cheek

he mumbled a you're welcome as i pried sav away from him and got her to follow me to the car.

joe walked out holding all of my bags and got them into the car before he made his way to the driver side of the car.

i was already sitting in the passenger side, with my bag of snacks, and music already playing.

"you're such a passenger princess." - joe playfully shook his head

"i'm your passenger princess though.." - you smiled at him to which joe just glared at you

he turned the music up and relaxed as he pulled out of our driveway.

"dada!" - savanna yelled

"yeah?" - joe

"call marr marr?" - sam

joe sighed as he reached for his phone and handed it to me, wanting me to pull up ja'marr's contact.

i found his name and hit the facetime button before handing it back to miles and telling him to give it to savanna.

"hi sweetie! are you in the car?" - ja'marr

"yeah!" - savanna

"tell him where we're going." - you

"uh.. airport!" - savanna

"airport? where are you guys flying?" - ja'marr

"can you say Louisiana?" - you

"lou.. isi.. ana!" - savanna

"oh for your daddy's foundation? that's fun! did you bring any toys?" - ja'marr

"barbie's!" - savanna

"of course, you have to bring those." - ja'marr

ja'marr moved away from the phone and was talking to someone else.

"hey i gotta go savvy, your auntie lexa needs me." - ja'marr

"bye bye!" - savanna

"bye!" - ja'marr

he hung up the phone and when i looked back at sam to get joes phone it looked like she was prepared to throw it up here.

"no no! give it to mommy." - you

*time skip - at the hotel*

we were in our hotel room, joe was unpacking his stuff to take a shower when we got back later tonight as i changed clothes in the bathroom.

"crap, i think i left my razor at the house." - joe sighed as he walked into the bathroom

"ooooo!! does that mean i get sexy stubble joe for the next couple days?" - you smirked

"if that's what you want to call it.." - joe scoffed

"you know i love you with a beard. the beard mixed with how long your hair is right now is dangerous." - you

"dangerous how?" - joe smirked at you

"you know." - you

"no i don't think i do.. id like you to confirm what i think you're saying" - joe

"you'd look incredibly good and i probably wouldn't be able to stop staring at you." - you

"mhm, because that's definitely what you were thinking." - joe

"that's what i was thinking!" - you

"that's a little more pg then what i thought you were going to say." - joe

"joseph lee." - you shoved his shoulder

"ow!” - joe

“boy. no way that hurt." - you

joe was about to say something but stopped when he saw savanna walking into the bathroom.

"yes baby?" - you

"i'm hungry." - savanna

"okay, let's go get you some snacks." - you

walking over to the diaper bag i grabbed a couple things out for savanna.

"i want goldfish." - savanna

i handed her the goldfish and she ran over to the bed and plopped down on it.

*time skip*

"joey, lets hurry up. we're gonna be late!" - you

"i'm hurrying, i want to make sure my hair looks good!" - joe

"i'm sure it looks fine babe. savanna’s ready, we're just waiting on you." - you

"okay.. i'm done." - joe walked out of the bathroom

joe walked over to our bed and grabbed his sunglasses.

"why do you need to bring two pairs? you're already wearing sunglasses joe" - you

"ones for you, i don't want you squinting on the field the whole time." - joe

"that's so sweet, you're so considerate.. but i have my own glasses, and you know that." - you

"fine. maybe i just want you to wear mine. so everyone know’s you’re mine." - joe smiled

“you don’t think this huge rock on my finger glistening in the sun won’t be enough?” - you

joe shrugged with a smug smirk on his face, still proud that he could spoil you with such a ring.

when he turned around and started for the door, sav stood up quickly and jumped off the couch and onto his back.

"what are you doin??" - joe yelled/laughed

"piggyback ride!" - savanna giggled

i shook my head as i opened the hotel room door for him and let joe go out first, i followed quickly behind.

"are you going to carry her all the way to the lobby like that?" - you laughed

"yup!" - joe smiled

after a very awkward elevator ride with two strangers who were staring at joe with their jaws dropped.. we made it to the lobby where joes parents were waiting.

"grammy!!" - savanna

"hi baby! is your daddy giving you a piggyback ride?" - robin laughed

"yes! get me down?" - savanna

joe turned so his back was to his mom as she grabbed sav and sat her on the ground.

"he carried her all the way down to the lobby and now he's done for the day!" - jimmy laughed

"i'll give you a back massage when we get back to the hotel tonight." - you grinned at joe as you pat his back

"sounds good to me!" - joe returned the smile

"there ya go." - jimmy winked at his son

joe nervously chuckled before he whispered to me that we should get going or we'd be late.

*time skip*

"i'm a little nervous." - you

"why baby?" - joe

"your fans aren't exactly the biggest fans of me, and i can’t just run home and hide from here. plus you’ll be walking around without me half the time, i’m just scared…” - you

"hey.. it's gonna be okay. nothing is going to happen okay, but if someone tries anything you know i'm always here for you. who cares if they're fans of you or not, i'm you're biggest fan. if they don't like you then they aren't real fans." - joe

"i love you.." - you closed lip smiled

joe frowned slightly at my forced smile but he leaned over and kissed me.

"i love you too, baby." - joe mumbled when he pulled away

"y/n, if one one of joe’s fans says anything about you.. i will fist fight them personally." - robin

"i appreciate that, but let's hope we don't have to result to those measures. i also think joe would intervene before it got that far.." - you

"damn right i would!" - joe

"joseph!" - you

"dada said bad word!" - savanna said causing everyone to laugh

"right, we don't say those do we princess?" - you

"nope!" - savanna

"sorry.." - joe looked at you

"you're okay babe." - you rolled your eyes, showing it wasn't a big deal

"we're here!" - jim announced

joe turned to me, trying to read my facial expressions and body language.

"you ready? you don't have to go on the field with me if you don't want to.. you can stay up in the box with mom and dad." - joe

"joey, i'm okay. i want to support you." - you

"but if your uncom-" - joe

"i'll be fine, i want to stay with you." - you

"can i stay with you dada?" - savanna

"i don't kn-" - you

"of course!" - joe smiled at savanna

i looked at him in surprise, he was organizing a whole event but he still said yes to anything his daughter asked him.

"yay!" - savanna excitedly clapped her hands

jimmy parked the car near the back entrance of the stadium, him and robin walking hand in hand in front of joe and i.

we split ways once joe found a security guard that would follow/guide us around. his parents going in the direction of the elevator to get to the box while joe and i continued straight.

joe had sav perched on his hip, his other hand guiding me as he had it on my lower back.

"mr. burrow! welcome!" - guy

"thank you, this is my wife y/n, and our daughter savanna." - he gestured to you and sam

"it's nice to meet you guys, let's get you guys down to the field." - guy

joe removed his hand from my back and grabbed my hand, lacing his fingers with mine.

"you can go with my parents if you want.. there are a lot of people here and i don't want you to get uncomfortable." - joe whispered

"joe... i'm fine, i want to stay with you." - you

"you sure?" - joe

"i'm very sure." - you

"okay." - joe started following the guy

he kept ahold of my hand so even though i was behind him, he still knew i was there.

once we got on the field joe had to put sav down because he had to start talking to people about the foundation.

i held savanna’s hand as i stood by joe, admiring how passionate he was about helping others.

once his speech for the group of people was over he turned to me.

"i felt like i was talking forever." - joe mumbled

"you did great." - you smiled as you pat his chest

"thanks, i just really hope i didn't talk too long to where the point didn't get across." - joe

"no no, it was perfect." - you

"okay. i want to head up to the box with my parents now." - joe

"lead the way, baby!" - you

once we were to the box joe still had to do some talking but eventually we were sitting down and just relaxing together as a family.

joe and i were sitting on a couch together, savanna sitting with her grandparents on the couch across the room.

my phone vibrated in my back pocket, pulling it out i read the caller ID and saw that it was my mom.

"hey momma, what's up?" - you

"what are all of these pictures of you in LSU gear?" - your mom

my mom knew full in well why i was wearing LSU gear, but because her and my dad met at the university of alabama.. he detested the purple and gold.

"it's for joe, momma. we’re at his charity event in baton rouge. i told you this." - you

"i raised you to be an alabama fan, you know that's where your dad and i attended and where we met." - your mom

"oh i know, i’ve only heard that story a hundred times. i'm going to support joe no matter what mom. even if it's a sin in bama, i'm gonna wear LSU purple for him." - you

in the corner of my eye i watched a smile creep onto joes face.

"i'm not actually mad y/n, i understand you'll do anything for him. but just remember you look pretty good in crimson red!" - your mom laughed

"okay.. bye momma. love you!" - you

i put my phone back in my pocket and leaned back into joes side.

"what was that about, i heard my name?" - joe

"my mom complaining about me wearing lsu merch when i was raised an alabama fan." - you

"it's not causing problems right?" - joe

"no no of course not, she was just messing with me. it's all good baby." - you

"okay good." - joe

i turned my head so i could look at him, his eyes meeting mine then shifting to my lips. joe had said before that lately he hadn’t felt such a strong hatred for public display of affection, but he hadn’t acted on that decision yet.

"there's a lot of cameras on us.." - you

"so?" - joes eyes met mine again

"you don't like pda, babe." - you chuckled

"it's different now, i'm not afraid to show everyone how much i love you.." - joe

i got butterflies in my stomach as a smile grew on my face.

joe slowly leaned in and i did too, our lips meeting and engaging in a sweet long kiss.

i laid my hand on his cheek, holding him as close as i could get him.

of course we didn't see it but robin had caught a glance of us and did a double take. she smiled as she got jimmy's attention and nodded in our direction.

"they're having fun, let 'em make out if they want to!" - jimmy

"i know! i wasnt complaining or anything, i've just never seen him so happy.. or go against his hatred for pda." - robin

"dear god.. are they ever going to come up for air?" - jimmy

joe and i pulled away from each other, our foreheads touching.

"i love you." - joe smiled

"i love you too." - you returned the smile

this was like a new milestone in our relationship, and i’d say it made us both very very happy.

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authors note: happy halloween!! here’s this imagine for a treat!!

hope you enjoyed! 🧡

[fiveredlights]

buck and eddie but maxiel??? consider me intrigued

“You have a child,” Max echoes quietly, gripping the door handle that’s digging into his back. The takeaway and beers he’d foolishly brought over as a distraction abandoned on the floor, the fall cushioned by the hallway mat.

Daniel looks up sheepishly from where he’s sat on the couch, a child wrapped up in a blanket in his arms. He looks like he hasn’t slept in days, his curls wild and wearing an old, stretched out shirt that’s loose enough to show to the top of Daniel’s tattoos on his collarbone.

“Yeah.” Daniel croaks out, grimacing as he stands up from the couch, the child still in his arms. “Surprise?”

how daniel acquires this child i haven’t decided yet like maybe a bird dropped a baby on his doorstep or more realistically someone he had a one night stand with got pregnant and didn’t tell him but that’s a problem for future me.

anyways they start coparenting this child without realising it. when daniel has to fly down to australia for the race (because marketing doesn’t care he has a new baby) max kicks everyone off his plane just so it’s them three.

max uses the baby to get out of events he doesn’t wanna do like “oh no i can’t do that i’ve gotta look after the baby” and people are like “but they’re not your baby” and max is like “okay bye” and just doesn’t show up.

daniel has updated his will to say if he dies max looks after the baby and doesn’t tell him until months later like lol yeah this is a thing i did and max is like aw how nice that you trust me as a Friend to do that and probably everyone around them slams their head into tables because how dense can you be.

fast forward to when the baby grows up and can form thoughts and talk, they are very confused to find out that their parents aren’t dating. like this child was under the assumption that his parents? together. wedded. married. engaged, maybe. like yes friends can raise children together but this isn’t that.

max and daniel then proceed to have an awkward conversation with their kid like “yeah buddy no me and max are just friends” and their kid is like “but you love each other and not like the friend love like i love sally or whoever but the love love like how uncle george and alex or grandma grace and grandpa joe look at each other” and daniel’s like 🧍‍♂️

(max is like okay buddy we’re gonna get ice cream and let your dad process some thoughts because i’ve already been at the station a long time)

they go to bed that night and before they part ways into their seperate bedrooms daniel’s like “why aren’t we dating. like we live together, raise a kid together, travel together—” and max literally dives down and kisses him like “great i was wondering when you would get there i’ve BEEN waiting!”

daniel: how long have you been waiting

max: maybe since 2017 but probably 2024 is when i actually realised

(daniel almost passes out again)

tldr: whatever buck and eddie have done to each other to parent-trap each other with christopher but maxiel.