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#jock#sports gear#mens locker room#mens lockerroom#locker room#hot footballers#football pads#bulging football pants
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quick drawing of sunny!! his powers are light based and he can use bursts of speed to tackle his opponents (think of asami's powers in yj) so his design incorporates football, rollerblading, and runner's gear!
#ocs#sunny#also he is trans so he has extra chest protection for ramming into stuff#and swishy shorts bc otherwise his whole outfit would be really skintight to minimize drag#the football gear is the chest brace and the padding on his legs im not sure if i should add shoulder padding too or if thats clutter#edit: i added back the chevrons on the side of his pants! he used to have them in an earlier design
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The boy on the field sometimes becomes master and owner in manhood.
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Danny Amendola 🔥🔥🔥🔥 #dannyamendola
#masculine men#football butt#football pants#beefcake#football jocks#american football#football pads#football gear#hot jocks
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#shirtless#muscle#jock#college dude#college jock#college guy#frat bro#football jock#football#football pads#football pants#beach#amazing eyes#nice smile#wet#wet dude#wet guy#wet hair#outdoors#bryan hawn#photo enlargement#photo enhancement
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im daddy long legs im the gangle gangster im mista 2x4
#i thrifted this shirt its crazayyy was trying to get a gauge on her but these pics are. i look like that? haha#i think this mirror is slightly warped bc the one next to it shows up totally different#does NOT help the body dysmorphic in me . fuck it we ball!!!!!!!!!#ok also should i get football shoulder pads/cropped football practice jersey/football pants &do this same silhouette as a 1980s jock?#thats what im walking away from this with
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𝟙𝟚 𝕕𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕗𝕚𝕔-𝕞𝕒𝕤: 𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕖
can’t catch me, i’m the…
fiance!joe x reader
a fun lil bulleted list blurb about playing a lil football with your fiance joe. sfw, but minors please do not interact with my account.
joe brings you to athens for christmas and of COURSE insists at some point he needs to have a football in his hands
and you’re like . ?!?!? bro chill it’s HOLIDAY TIME
like you wanna bake cookies with his mom and spend time with family and watch christmas movies and wear matching pajamas and
joe’s like okay we cannn but do you wanna come “play” with me for like half an hour
he’s standing in his parents kitchen tossing the ball back and forth between hands and. he looks so
HOT
gray sweats, college hoodie.. are you drooling?
fuck you’re drooling. you’re-
it doesn’t help that he hasn’t shaved his face cuz FUCK does he look good
“baby?” he asks, that playful lilt to his tone and smirk on his face tells you he KNOWS he’s won this one
fucker
but you’re like. okay let me ATTEMPT to be nonchalant. right?? cuz you really lost sO EASILY
“okay, fine. half an hour.” you tell him matter-of-factly
he’s still smirking. smug ass
you also JUST MADE COFFEE THAT YOU WANT TO DRINK. and here’s his beautiful ass wanting something knowing DAMN WELL
that you’ll do anything for him (HAHAHA WHIPPPPED)
and like you’re just in leggings and a hoodie and a beanie. and it’s COLD but
you guys go out to the backyard and then you realize like. THIS NFL QUARTERBACK IS ABOUT TO THROW YOU A FOOTBALL?
“um, joe? i’m not padded?”
“no yeah but it’s fine” — WHAT DOES HE MEAN..
like are you even coordinated enough to catch a ball from anyone, much less JOE BURROW?
he’s like baby. bubs. it’s fineeee i’ll go easy
YEAH UH-HUH OKAY
surprisingly he does
and you catch the first few and throw them back and he’s sO proud of you!!
but then
suddenly
it’s “oh, let’s run routes”
“hell nah. i’m not ja’marr or tee or anyone else. do that shit when your brothers get here.”
and he’s pouting. with his pitiful bottom lip sticking out
he’s not gonna make you feel bad is he? IS HE????
and now here he comes. strolling through the backyard and to you. and oH
his arms are around you. he’s hugging you. fuck he smells good
and now you’re kissing and
“pleeeeasseeee?”
THIS FUCKER— “fine. a FEW.”
it’s more than a few, but he’s singing your praises even though you have NO CLUE what the hell you’re doing
“no babe really you’re doing so well, yeah just like that”
WHY IS HE RILING YOU UP LIKE THIS!???? what the hell joseph
you catch a few more for him and then you’re like bro. i’m getting windED LET ME BREATHE.
he’s just smiling and happy-go-lucky
meanwhile you’re doubled over hands on your knees and PANTING
after a few minutes you’re like okay joey can we be done now? cAN WE
and he’s like one more *pouty face*
okay. fine. one more
so he throws it to you. perfect spiral. a dime. here it comes. and as it lands in your hands, you see him
RUNNING AT YOU FULL SPEED
JOEY WHEELS??
oh fUCK
so. you do what any idiot in the christmas spirit with a hot football player boyfriend does. you yell
“CAN’T CATCH ME, I’M THE GINGERBREAD MAN!”
now you’re running. full speed. as far as your lil legs will take you
(not far)
LITERALLY HE’S CHASING YOU AROUND IN A CIRCLE
joey’s on your heels and suddenly you’re in thE AIR
HE GOT YOU
and he’s spinning you around and
it’s kinda romantic. even though it’s colder than FUCK OUTSIDE
he lets you down and you pull him in for a sweet kiss and
hell yeah. he’s so hot his stubble is scratching at your face and
CONTROL YOURSELF THIS IS HIS PARENTS’ BACKYARD
oh a car is pulling in. okay separate HORNDOGS
he takes your hand and is admiring the sparkly diamond ring he gave you recently
beautiful oval shaped diamond that you LOVE SO MUCH. and you love HIM so much
he’s looking at you with bedroom eyes. JOE CHILL
the idea of you being his fiancée gets him HOT AND BOTHERED
BUT it’s one of his brothers and their family exiting the car, gotta go greet everyone. which you are excited about
but joe stops you and says
“next i’m gonna teach you how to run a slant, then an out route, and then a post, and then-“
you interrupt him like - baby. please
“wait. i DO want you to teach me what the hell dice right f fly whiskey brady is. and also the one where you said alert booty”
he smiles. shit eating grin. because FUCK, YOU JUST AGREED TO DO THIS AGAIN??
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early twenties II Barcelona Femení x Reader
masterlist I word count: 1886
a/n: thanks for your lovely request anon, we hope you all enjoy this one. <3
You laid in your bed, staring up at the ceiling. You could pretend you’re sick. You could just say that you didn’t feel like going out tonight. Maybe fake a university assignment that you didn't have.
You heard the door to your bedroom open a crack. Without looking, you knew it was Alexia standing there.
“Do I really have to go? I’d rather stay in my room tonight.“, you only half-joked towards the ceiling.
“No, you’re coming with us. It’s a team thing.“, Alexia replied firmly.
You sat up: “But…“
“Not wanting to see your crush is no excuse. Come on, we don’t want to be late.“, she interrupted your protests quickly.
For a second you just stared at her. Then you gave in. “Okay, fine. Just let me get ready first.“
“Good.“ Your teammate nodded once, seemingly satisfied with your decision. As if you had a choice.
“See you.“ You looked at her expectantly, hoping that she would take the hint.
Luckily she understood and wordlessly closed the door behind her.
You sighed before crawling out of your bed. Since it was only a team event, you decided to keep it simple. You changed into a pair of dark pants and a thin sweater. You studied yourself in the mirror. You decided that you looked nice but not as if you were trying too hard.
You slipped on your shoes, grabbed your bag and left your room.
Alexia who stood outside and pushed a pair of sunglasses back into her hair in front of the hallway mirror, turned to you and gave you an approving smile: “You look great. Now we’re ready to go.“
She shrugged into her trench coat and took her keys.
“Okay…" you mumbled as you followed her outside.
Since the bar was down the street, you decided to walk. Lost in your own thoughts, you walked alongside Alexia for a while until she suddenly asked: “So, who is it?”
You looked up, surprised by the unexpected question and blinked at her a few times. “Who?”
You could feel the heat rise in your cheeks.
“Your crush.“, Alexia said matter-of-factly, either not noticing or deliberately ignoring your embarrassment.
“I…“, you began. The two of you were already right in front of the bar. You just had to open the door and maybe you could get away without answering.
“Ona, Luce, Mario, hey!”, you beamed at the players already sitting at a table. You could feel Alexias eyes on you, signalling you that sooner or later she would get her answer.
But for now, you took the seat next to Lucy.
“Hi, you look good today.“, she grinned at you.
You laughed: “You’re the second person who said that today. What a weird coincidence.“
“Because it’s true.“, Mariona chimed in.
“Yes, your hair looks so nice.”, Ona added. The loving attention of your teammates made your cheeks only blush harder. You were grateful for the dimmed lightning, so no one was able to tell that your face turned red from the slight embarrassment you felt when they complimented you.
“Thanks, Oni. We’ll go home when our social battery runs out right?”, you asked the fellow introverted footballer with a half-crooked smile on your lips.
“Right.”, she returned your grin. Her reassurance let you breathe a little easier.
“But first we’ll have some fun.”, Lucy padded encouragingly your back. After a short pause the English defender posed a question smirking. “What do you guys’ think is it too early for a first round of aperitifs?”
“I thought we were here to do shots!”, Mapi protested playfully.
“Yes, but this is classier, Maria.”, the older woman countered.
Accidentally your eyes linked with Claudias who was in a deep conversation with Patri, your cheeks started to burn as you felt her looking intensely back at you.
To the two teammates who were still in a discussion on what drinks were the best to start the night you declared nervously.
“I don’t care what it’s I just need a bit of alcohol.”
“I’ll order us some wine.”, Alexia decided who was sitting opposite to you.
“Sounds good.”, you agreed, you were glad that she helped you with this decision because knowing yourself you would’ve taken forever until you decided on something to drink.
“I’ll make you drink shots with me later.”, Mapi threw in amused at the thought of it.
“Are you trying to get me drunk?”, you asked her chuckling.
“No, that would be irresponsible only slightly tipsy so..”, she begun to explain.
“So I tell you more about my crush?”, you finished the sentence for her.
“That was the plan.”, the heavily tattooed Spaniard admitted sighing.
“I thought the plan was to say goodbye to a few of our favourite teammates.”, you pointed towards Mariona and Lucy who would both leave Barcelona for London. Your heart sank while you thought about their nearing departure both teammates meant a lot to you, they and Alexia were like the big sisters you never had but always wanted.
“That too.”, Alexia revealed as the waiter brought two glasses filled with wine, you clinked them solemnly together before taking a first long sip of the dark-red liquid.
“Aw, we’re your faves?”, the English defender questioned teasingly.
“No, you’re the most annoying and I’m glad you’re leaving Lucia.”, you joked rolling your eyes at her. The wine provided you the ease and confidence you needed to be more chilled around Claudia. But God, why did she had to look so good tonight, you asked yourself.
“Yeah, yeah. Don’t cry too hard when we leave.”, she replied cockily seeing right through your jokes.
Mapi moved closer to you, studying your face: “I think the alcohol is working, girls. It’s Claudia, right? Your crush?”
You almost spilled your drink, a few drops landing on your sweater. You swallowed hard: “Uhm… what?”
“That’s a yes.“, Alexia confirmed with a smirk.
Ona smiled: “Without a doubt.“
You flinched subconsciously and hoped that it was dark enough in the room that the others couldn’t see you blush. Your gaze shifted towards Claudia at the other end of the table, deep in talk with Patri. “Guys, be quiet!”
Alexia deliberately ignored you and called over to her: “Clau?“
“Ale, no!”, you whispered slightly panicked.
“Let’s switch seats.“, Alexia said and got up. Of course, Claudia followed her captains instructions.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.“, you said to no one in particular and then greeted Claudia. “Clau, hello.“
“Hi.“, she beamed. Nothing about her gave you the impression that she would have preferred to stay at her seat, she seamed genuinely happy to talk to you.
You tried to cover up any awkwardness by asking: “Do you have any plans for your free days yet?”
Claudia shook her head: “No, not yet. Do you?”
“No, me neither. Apart from relaxing.“, you bit your lip, wishing you had something more interesting to tell her.
“Me too. Happy for a break after this season.“, she laughed and sighed deeply for emphasis.
“Yes, maybe I’ll go home to Menorca…“, you thought out loud.
Claudia looked at you. “Oh.“
“Maybe.“, you added, unsure about how to interpret her reaction but Claudia shook her head determinedly: “You should go. It’ll be good for you. But if you’re here at one point…“
You waited for her to finish her thought: “Yes?”
The attacking midfielder shrugged, gaze directed towards the table: “Maybe we could go out together at some point.“
“Wait, really? You frowned. “But what about Patri and you… aren’t you two a thing?”
She stared at you for a moment and said nothing but then she burst into laughter: “What? No!”
You suddenly felt hot. Could your cheeks get any redder at this point?
“Sorry, maybe I misread something…“
“You really thought we were dating the whole time? Maybe Patri and I have to reevaluate the boundaries of our friendship.“, Claudia still grinned, wiping a tear of laughter from her cheek.
“No, I didn’t. I just thought… maybe you fancied her.“, you admitted and guiltily bit down on your lower lip.
The young player suddenly turned serious again, searching for your eyes: “I do fancy someone… but it’s not her.“
“So do I…“
“Tell me who it is.“, Claudia begged. She cautiously watched you as she waited for your answer.
There it was, the perfect opportunity. It was now or never. So you took a deep breath and gathered all your courage.
“It’s y-you.“
“Me? I think we should go on a date then.”, much to your surprise the forward beamed at you.
“Wait, I’m your crush?”, you tried to process what the girl you had feelings for a while just said.
“Yes.”, Claudia affirmed still smiling. Even in the bad lit room you could see her adorable dimple.
“This deserves another shot!”, Mapi yelled excitedly in the background.
“Mapi.”, you wanted her to stay calm and don’t make a big thing out of it, yet over the years you had been this team you got to know her very well the Spanish defender would do as she pleases.
“Too soon?”, Mapi responded sounding innocent.
“Bring the shots anyway.”, Lucy waved it off.
“You had enough, amor.”, Ona stated firmly, resting a hand on her girlfriend’s arm.
“You just didn’t have enough. It’s the last one anyway.”, the older defender reminded the younger one pressing a soft kiss to her lover’s forehead. It genuinely warmed your heart seeing them this openly affectionate around the team. Maybe the young forward and you could have something similar very soon.
Still, something else made you shudder pleasantly. It was Claudias voice near to your ear.
“Let’s go to my place after the shots.”
“Deal., you whispered, before continuing louder for everyone to hear, cheers.”
Pleased how the evening had unfolded Lucy turned around to face Mariona, wearing a satisfied smile on her lips.
“Mario, I guess that means we can safely leave. Everyone here is taken care of.”
The midfielder quickly agreed with her while Ona remembered your talk from earlier reaching out to you with her free hand. “Is your social battery low now, y/n?”
“Yes. I’ll go with Claus to her home though.”, you told her.
“Okay, have fun.”, she winked mischievously at you.
Meanwhile Lucy didn’t let you leave that easy without a big sister remark.
“Claudia if you don’t treat her right I swear..”, she warned the young forward laughing.
“Clau is a good one.”, Alexia interjected.
“She’s and if you don’t treat Clau right, y/n.”, Patri picked up on what the older Englishwoman had said with twinkling eyes.
“Patri we’re talking about sweet y/n here.”, Mariona protested.
“And Claudia isn’t an absolute angel?!”, the other Mallorquin replied promptly.
“Clau, I think it’s time to leave.”, you cleared your throat, pulling her sleeve slightly.
“Please. This is getting embarrassing.”, Claudia muttered.
“Agreed. Good night, guys.”, you waved at your teammates.
“Night girls.”, Alexia answered.
“Do everything I’d do!”, Lucy called after you two grinning. You could hear her girlfriend clicking her tongue reprovingly.
“Let’s just go.”, you pleaded.
“Please before it gets weird.”, Claudia nodded taking your hand in hers as you went into the night together. You both were in your early twenties, everything was still ahead of you and you were excited for what was to come.
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Caring for Youth Football Pants: Tips for Longevity and Performance
When it comes to youth football, having the right gear is crucial for performance and safety. Among the most important pieces of equipment are youth football pants. Not only do they provide essential protection, but they also contribute to a young athlete’s comfort and confidence on the field. However, to ensure that these pants last season after season, proper care and maintenance are essential. Here are some practical tips for keeping youth football pants in top condition, maximizing their longevity and performance.
1. Read the Care Label
Before you even think about washing your youth football pants, take a moment to read the care label. Different materials require different care methods, and following the manufacturer's instructions can help you avoid damaging the fabric. Most youth football pants are made from synthetic materials that need specific washing conditions to maintain their integrity and elasticity.
2. Pre-Treat Stains
Football is a contact sport, and with that comes dirt, grass stains, and the occasional muddy tackle. Pre-treating stains as soon as possible is vital to keep youth football pants looking fresh. Use a stain remover specifically designed for sports gear, or create a mixture of laundry detergent and water to apply directly to the stain. Let it sit for a few minutes before washing to allow the solution to penetrate the fabric.
3. Wash with Care
When it’s time to wash the pants, turn them inside out. This simple step helps preserve the outer fabric and reduces wear and tear during the wash cycle. Use cold water and a gentle cycle to protect the elastic and other materials from heat damage. Avoid using bleach, as it can weaken the fabric and cause discoloration.
4. Avoid Fabric Softener
While fabric softener may seem like a good idea for achieving softness, it can actually affect the moisture-wicking properties of youth football pants. These pants are designed to keep players dry and comfortable, and fabric softeners can create a coating that reduces their effectiveness. Stick to a good detergent and skip the softener for best results.
5. Air Dry When Possible
After washing, air drying is the best option for youth football pants. High heat from the dryer can break down elastic fibers and damage the fabric over time. If you need to use a dryer, opt for a low heat setting and remove the pants while they’re still slightly damp to minimize heat exposure. If possible, hang them up or lay them flat to dry completely.
6. Store Properly
When the season comes to an end, or your young athlete needs a break, proper storage is crucial for maintaining the quality of youth football pants. Ensure they are clean and dry before folding them neatly. Store them in a cool, dry place, away from direct sunlight, which can cause fading and weaken the material.
7. Regular Inspections
Before each season, take the time to inspect youth football pants for any signs of wear and tear. Check the seams, elastic bands, and padding for any damage. Early detection of issues can help you make necessary repairs or replacements before your child steps onto the field, ensuring they remain safe and comfortable during play.
8. Consider Customization
If your young athlete is particularly rough on their gear, consider investing in custom youth football pants. Many brands offer options for reinforced stitching or additional padding, which can enhance durability and performance. While this may be a more significant investment upfront, it can pay off in the long run by prolonging the life of the pants.
9. Involve Your Young Athlete
Teaching your child how to care for their youth football pants can instill a sense of responsibility and pride in their gear. Involve them in the washing and maintenance process so they understand the importance of taking care of their equipment. This knowledge can also extend to other aspects of their sports gear, promoting good habits throughout their athletic journey.
Conclusion
Caring for youth football pants goes beyond keeping them looking good; it ensures that your young athlete remains comfortable, safe, and confident on the field. By following these tips, you can maximize the lifespan of their pants while maintaining their performance. Remember, proper care today leads to great memories on the field tomorrow.
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Joey B Imagine: Simply Shady II*
Summary: You surprise Joe at training camp!
(Part 2 to - Part one)
Warnings: Fluff, smut (sending nudes, piv sex in a public place)
Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader
Imagine Universe: Misc.
A/N: Go to the very end to see y/n’s Porsche!! (you'll find out about it later)
August 1, 2024 - Second day of pads
After my mental walk through memory lane sparked by Joe’s hair, we cuddled in bed for a few more minutes before Joe got up to shower.
Last night, after quite a few rounds of a purely blissful workout, Joe and I were too tired to shower, so he was going it now. Since he was up early to go to camp, I was in no rush to get out of bed, so I declined his offer to join him.
Joe showered fairly quickly and came out of the bathroom wearing a random t-shirt and his pink shorts. He walked over to the bed, a grin on his face as he pressed a kiss to my forehead.
“I’ll be back home right after practice ends. I don't have any meetings or sessions today.” - Joe
“Alrighty. See ya later, I love you.” - you
“I love you too. Byeeee.” - Joe
Joe drawled the word out as he grabbed his practice bag and disappeared down the hallway. I laid there just grinning at his adorableness.
After staring at the doorway for a few moments, I rolled over onto Joe’s pillow like I always did when he was gone. I loved burrowing my nose into the fabric to smell his familiar scent, something that always helped if I was dealing with separation anxiety.
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An hour later, I had just stepped out of the shower when my phone vibrated on the counter.
bengals added to their story
I immediately picked up my phone and clicked the notification. My eyes widened at the video of Joe walking into the practice fields. That black compression shirt was one of the hottest things he could wear, along with his cut-off football pants turned into shorts. God, he looks mouthwatering. After staring for a few minutes, a thought entered my head.
What if I went to surprise him?
Joe and I had been planning on soft launching our engagement for a while now. Every idea we came up with, we didn't like. An Instagram post didn't feel like an us way of announcing it. And Joe didn't want to just blurt it out in a press conference.
What if I went, surprised Joe, and wore my ring?
I couldn't help but giggle when I looked over at it in my jewelry dish. Though I had told Joe I didn't need anything big and flashy, that’s exactly what he gave me. The gorgeous diamond glittered in the light coming from overhead, and you couldn't miss it from a mile away.
After I made my mind up, I quickly threw on a pair of jean shorts and Joe’s yellow Bengals shirt. I blow-dried my hair, did light makeup after, and then pulled my hair back into a slicked-back ponytail. I curled the pony as a final touch, grabbed my lipgloss that I knew was Joe’s favorite scent, and sprayed my fav perfume on.
I was walking out of the bathroom when I stopped dead in my tracks, honestly unable to fathom how I almost forgot the star of the show.
Doing a quick jog back to the bathroom, I grabbed my engagement ring and slipped it on, my eyes going wide when I saw that my curling iron was still on.
“Oopsies.” - you chuckled to yourself
After that, it was smooth sailing all the to the garage and into my car. As soon as my hand touched the steering wheel, I remembered when Joe surprised me with it.
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Flashback - October, 2023
It was a normal October day, or so I thought, I was returning home after yet another shitty day at work, but a smile pulled on my lips when I pulled into the driveway to see Joe standing at the front door, waiting for me.
He was wearing sweatpants and a sweatshirt, looking incredibly adorable with his hood pulled over his head. I was quick to get out of the car to run up to him, not even paying any mind to park in the garage like normal.
“Hi, baby.” - Joe grinned
“What are you up to?” - you laughed
Joe just shrugged with a smile, wrapping his arms around my waist and holding me close to his warm chest. I could feel his rapid heartbeat, but I just figured it was because he was excited that I was home.
I leaned in to give him a sweet kiss, our lips staying entwined as Joe pulled me into the house and shut the door.
He ended up pulling away out of necessity, both of us a little out of breath from the kiss.
“I have a surprise for you in the garage.” - Joe
I gasped, my hands lightly slapping his chest out of excitement. I tried to think about what the surprise could be, especially with it being in the garage. Joe had just signed his contract extension last month, and with the load of money that had just come into his possession, he was unpredictable.
“Did you get the patio furniture I was looking at the other day?” - you gasped
Joe shrugged, purposely grinning cheekily to lead you on to think that you had guessed it. You couldn't be farther off, though.
A moment later, Joe moved to stand behind me. He put one muscular arm around my waist to guide me before covering my eyes with one big hand.
“Joeyy.” - you giggled
“Just trust me.” - Joe grinned
I did just that, and Joe guided me to the garage, pausing for a moment to open the door before leading me down the steps.
“Okay ready?” - Joe
“Mhm!!” - you
Joe felt a smile pull at his lips at how excited I was getting. With his arm still around my waist and his hand still on my eyes, Joe leaned forward and turned his head to the side to kiss my cheek.
“Three… two… one…” - Joe
Dramatically, Joe removed his hands from my eyes and jumped to the side to watch my reaction.
Letting out a loud gasp, I immediately slapped my hands onto my cheeks when I saw what was in front of me. It was a car. A fucking Porsche, to be more specific. It was my favorite color, blue, and one of the prettiest shades of it at that.
“Joe! You did not!” - you
“But I diddd.” - Joe smirked
After staring at the car of my literal dreams for a few more moments, tears started to form in my eyes. Joe, my boyfriend, who just signed a huge contract, made his first big purchase of it on me.
I turned and looked at him before running into his arms. Joe immediately hugged me tight, slowly swaying us from side to side as he let me cry into his chest.
“I hope these are happy tears.” - Joe nervously chuckled
“They're major happy tears, Joey.” - you sobbed
Joe pulled my head away from his chest before turning around and reaching into the mudroom. He grabbed the key off of the little hanger, handing it to me with a proud smile on his face.
He loved every bit of this. He was making the amount of money where he could buy his favorite person the car of her dreams, and he had never felt so proud of himself.
“Go look.” - Joe smiled
I unlocked the car, opened the door, and somehow cried harder when I saw the interior. Joe seriously picked everything that I would've.
Before I even got a good look, I turned back around and moved back into Joe’s arms. Joe chuckled as he held me close, rubbing my back and peppering my head with kisses.
“Thank you… so much.” - you cried
“You’re so welcome, baby.” - Joe
It took me a few minutes to collect myself, but once I wasn't steadily crying, Joe and I got into the car so he could show me how to work some stuff.
“Oh, fuck. I forgot I got the massaging front seats too.” - Joe
“These things massage?!?” - you
“Yup. They're also ventilated and heated.” - Joe grinned
He really decked me out.
“Why’d you get all of these add-ons for my car when you just got original everything for your own?” - you
“Uhm, that's obvious. I want you to have everything and more, so I'm gonna get you everything possible. Did you see the all-black wheels??” - Joe
I nodded, feeling a little emotional when Joe hooked his phone up to the car and played a favorite song of mine lately.
Joe and I giggled, using our hands as fake microphones as we sang You Belong With Me by Taylor Swift. I had my head leaned over onto his shoulder as I sang, lovesick grins on both of our faces.
“I love you.” - Joe grinned
“I love you more.” - you smiled
——
Back to present day
By the time my walk down memory lane was over, I was pulling into the parking lot of the stadium. My eyes widened when I realized I somehow drove here completely zoned out.
“I won't question it.” - you mumbled
As I walked over to the practice fields, I noticed my favorite security guard already smiling at me from a few feet away.
“Hey, Freddie!!” - you grinned
“Hello, Miss y/n.” - Freddie
Freddie waved, and without thinking, I waved back with my left hand. Freddie’s eyes went wide, and I giggled when I looked down at my hand to see what gave him that reaction.
“Is that a ring I see??” - Freddie
“Yes, sir.” - you grinned
Once I got closer to him, he put his hand out, and I hovered my hand over his. Freddie examined the hefty ring on my finger with a smile on his face.
“I’m glad he finally did it. And might I add, Mr. Burrow did exceptionally picking this out. This ring is huge, sweetie.” - Freddie
“I’m glad he did it too, and yes, Joe did amazing. I catch myself staring at it all of the time.” - you
“Does he know you're coming?” - Freddie
I shook my head no, and Freddie personally escorted me over to the family and friends area. He knew I got a lot of unwarranted hate, and without Joe knowing I was here and keeping eyes on me, he wanted to make sure I got over to the restricted area safely.
When I first got over to some of the other wags, I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the amount of adorable babies there were.
Gracie McPherson, Evan’s wife, let me hold their daughter Merritt, and I felt myself melt when I held her in my arms.
Morgan Wilson was standing to the side, silently smiling as she assessed the situation before her eyes fell on the ring on my finger. She let out a loud gasp, making all of us look over at her.
“Everything okay?” - Gracie
“Y/N… what is on your left hand?!” - Morgan
Gracie’s neck snapped in my direction before she looked down at my ring finger, making her gasp as well.
I couldn't help but laugh as Gracie, Morgan, and a couple of the other girls all looked at me with their jaws dropped open. They were waiting for me to say something or at least confirm their thoughts.
“We’re engaged.” - you grinned
All of the girls squealed, Gracie even getting Merritt out of my arms in back in her stroller so that she could pull me into a hug.
“You’re gonna be a wife!!!!” - Gracie
“Oh my gosh! Here comes Mrs. Y/N Burrow, everyone!” - Morgan squealed
We all spent a few minutes giggling, all of the girls congratulating me and poking fun at Joe for finally getting down on one knee.
The rest of the practice was kind of boring. Nothing super significant happened until the practice was finally over. Sam came over to say hi to Jess, his face lighting up when he saw me, knowing I was here to surprise Joe.
“Oh my god! Wait, I'll go get him.” - Sam
Sam gave Jess a quick kiss before running off to get Joe, who was signing autographs. From far away, I saw Joe’s face light up when Sam pointed in the direction of the family area.
Joe signed for a few more minutes before jogging over to me. I giggled when I saw that he was trying to suppress a grin.
When Joe finally made it over to me, he let the grin take over his lips. There was a rope between us, and Joe crouched underneath it.
God, he looks perfect. Joe’s wearing his black cut-off compression shirt with his little white shorts.
“What’re you doing here??” - Joe grinned
“Wanted to surprise you.” - you grinned
“Well, you sure did.” - Joe chuckled
I reached out with my left hand, putting it on Joe’s chest. Joe looked down at my hand and smiled when he noticed that I had my engagement ring on.
“Is this our soft hard launch?” - Joe
“I think soooo. All of the girls were freaking out when they saw it.” - you giggled
Joe’s cheeks were starting to hurt from how hard he was smiling. He was over the moon that it would be public that we were getting married, along with the excitement that I had surprised him.
“Can I get a kiss?” - Joe
“I don't know. You're super sweaty.” - you chuckled
All he did was roll his eyes, wrapping a muscular arm around my waist and pulling me into him before pressing his lips to mine. The kiss was short, still a little heated, though.
Joe just looked way too hot right now. How was I supposed to not kiss him harder than usual?
When we eventually pulled away, Joe’s eyes were a little wide, and his cheeks were flushed.
“Someone’s worked up.” - Joe chuckled
“Have you seen yourself? I'm gonna be a little worked up when my fiance looks like a walking orgasm.” - you
Joe rolled his eyes a little, trying to cover up that his cheeks were blushing before he leaned in for another kiss. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw one of the photographers snapping a picture in our direction, so I made sure that my ring was noticeable.
“Very subtle, baby.” - Joe laughed
“We’re not going for subtle. If I could climb to the top of the stadium with a megaphone and yell that we were engaged, I would.” - you
We spent a few more minutes wrapped up in each other before Joe departed to go take a shower. I walked back to my car with an unwipeable smile stuck on my face.
I was sitting in the driver's seat, waiting for Joe to come out since he said we could go get lunch together, when he sent me a text.
It was a few pictures of us that the photographer had taken, my engagement ring sparkling under the Cincinnati sun. The text Joe sent with it made me giggle.
I’d say I did a pretty damn good job picking that ring 🤷🏼♂️
You definitely did babe 😙
I mean… do you see that sparkle?!
I think the space station can see the sparkle, Joe. LOL. But hurry up! I'm hungryyy.
Yes, ma'am 🫡
As I waited for Joe, I laid my head back against the headrest, and my mind wandered back to the end of June.
——
Flashback - end of June
Joe was done in France and was on his plane home. I was so excited to see him after being apart from him for a while.
I landed and am at the place 😁
What the fuck does that mean?
Wdym? What place?
The Airbnb that we’re staying at for a few days.
My mouth dropped open at his text, my heart rate picking up at the surprise. Where even was he?
We’re? Where are you??
Yes, we’re. You have a flight here to me tomorrow. I'm in Hydra, Greece, baby. 🤍
What the fuck? Is this a joke? Why are we going to Greece?
It’s almost camp. I felt bad that my first big International trip wasn't with you. So why not extend said trip a little so that I can have memories with the love of my life, too?
You’re unreal. Giving me a day's notice to pack is crazy, though. You’re lucky that I'm so excited for this trip, babyyy.
Then you should get to it, babyyy. Ttyl 😘
I had to grin when he used extra y’s in the word baby like I had. He's so adorable sometimes.
Ttyl Joey!! ILYYY. I'm so excited for the trip. 🤭
Joe hearted the message before he put his phone down to take a nap. On his bedside table was the little black box that had been burning a hole in his pocket for a while. He couldn't help but grin when he grabbed it, pulling it to him before opening it to see the engagement ring that was stored inside.
This was it. He was gonna propose. And he was so glad that it was you.
-
Though packing was a nightmare, I got done eventually and got ready for the night. I don't think I ever slept just tossed and turned out of excitement.
The morning came fairly quickly, and I was practically bubbling when I walked up the steps of the charter plane.
I sent Joe a quick text telling him that I made it onto the plane, ending it with yet another ‘I miss you’.
Scrolling through my camera roll while waiting for a response, I was a little intrigued when the text banner popped up.
Shiesty 💓 - Attachment: 1 Image
I clicked the notification, gasping when I saw the picture, and immediately smashed my phone to my chest to cover my screen.
The image consisted of Joe standing in front of a wall-length mirror, butt naked. The star of the show? One of his huge veiny hands wrapped around his even bigger erect cock.
I miss you too. 💕
I couldn't help but laugh. The insanely revealing and intimate image paired with such a tame and innocent text was baffling. It was so Joe, though.
Joe’s duality never failed to amaze me. On the outside, he was this confident, level-headed star NFL quarterback, and at home with me, he could be multiple different things.
1. An intimate, purely sexy lover who took the reigns in the bedroom.
2. A seriously romantic guy, constantly showering me with love and affection. His more serious side when it came to our relationship.
3. A total softy goofball. Where all he wants is to be cuddled and kissed as he can't help but blush and giggle.
There was never any in-between, and he was always in one of those three modes.
It was a few moments later when I realized I hadn't texted Joe back, so I made sure to quickly do that.
Oh my god, Joe.
Thought I’d send you a little treat after those lingerie pics you sent me last night. 😙
That is def a treat, baby. I wish I was there to have a taste.
You have no idea how horny I am right now. I’m about to bust just from seeing your contact name pop up.
Joe and I went back and forth for a while, just teasing each other before he eventually said that he was in dire need of a cold shower. I had to giggle when Joe sent me a selfie, showing me that his face was completely flushed red.
After my text convo with Joe ended, I decided to take a nap because this was going to be a loooong plane ride.
-
When I finally landed, it was later in the day in Greece, and there was already a driver for me waiting.
I was antsy the entire way there, just completely excited to see Joe for the first time in a week. When the GPS in the car said arrived, my jaw dropped open at the beautiful house we pulled up to.
Joe was standing on the second-floor balcony, a grin spreading on his lips when he saw me step out of the car.
“Joey!!!” - you squealed
“Hi, baby.” - Joe smiled
Moments later, I helped the driver get my suitcase to the door before I ran into the house. I quickly found the staircase that led upstairs, peeking in every room till I found the master bedroom that Joe was standing in.
When I finally found him, I practically sprinted towards him before throwing myself into his arms.
“There's my gorgeous girl.” - Joe
My legs went around Joe’s waist as his arms went around my waist. Joe held me tightly to him as he slowly swayed from side to side, squeezing me tightly.
“I missed you so much.” - you
“I missed you too, baby. So much.” - Joe
We stayed like that for a while, just wrapped up in each other’s arms before Joe eventually moved around and fell back onto the bed. I fell with him, and I quickly got comfortable in his chest.
“Do you wanna take a quick nap? We have a date later.” - Joe
“A date?” - you grinned
Joe’s heart fluttered when he saw the sparkle in your eyes. He hoped he'd see them again later after what he was going to do at dinner, which would change your lives forever.
-
After our nap, Joe got ready fairly quickly, but it took me a lot longer. I was surprised to see that Joe was somewhat dressed up when he walked into the bathroom.
“You look handsome.” - you grinned
Joe slightly blushed at the comment, walking up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist. He rested his chin on my shoulder, just watching me do my makeup.
“I love you so much.” - Joe mumbled
“I love you too.” - you grinned
-
Joe and I walked hand in hand to the restaurant just because it was so close. The hostess immediately recognized Joe and walked us to our private eating area outside.
It overlooked the gorgeous water, and the warm fairy lights above us illuminated the darkness.
“Joe, it’s beautiful.” - you
Joe looked over at me, his baby-blue eyes scanning over every feature on my face as I continued to look forward.
“It is, isn't it?” - Joe
He was talking about you.
-
Dinner was delicious, and it was incredibly romantic. The slight breeze made Joe’s curls fly around, and there were quite a few times when I caught myself staring at him. The light from the candle on the table lit up Joe’s eyes and made his tan skin glow in an utterly incandescent way.
Joe’s white button-up shirt was clinging to his chest and arms, making him look even more desirable. He just looked perfect all around.
When we were finished eating and Joe paid, we started walking together, but in the opposite direction of our Airbnb.
“Joe, where are we going?” - you
“You’ll see.” - Joe grinned
After walking for a few minutes, my hand tightly wrapped in Joe’s, we ended up at this private beach access point.
“Uhm, are we allowed to be here?” - you
“Yup. I pulled some strings. You might wanna take your heels off, though.” - Joe
I bent down to start unwrapping the strings of my heels before Joe dropped down on his knees in front of me. Joe gently picked one of my feet up, and I grabbed onto his shoulders as he slid the shoe off, doing the same for the other side.
Joe stood back up, holding my heels with one hand and going back to holding my hand in the other. It was a small gesture, holding my heels for me, but it didn't go unnoticed.
As we started walking together, I saw a wooden rope swing in the distance, roses and candles all scattered around it.
“Joe… this is so sweet.” - you smiled
“Wanna swing?” - Joe grinned
I nodded, and we both quickly jogged over. The swing was sort of high up, so Joe grabbed my hips, easily lifting me and setting me down on the piece of wood.
Then, Joe walked behind me and gently started pushing me. The giggles leaving my lips were calming his nerves because silently, he was freaking out. He was now hyperaware of the ring box in his pocket, and suddenly, that pocket started feeling tighter and tighter.
After a few minutes, Joe walked back in front of me, and I wrapped my arms around his shoulders to pull him closer and kiss him.
“This is the most romantic thing in the world, Joe. Thank you for everything.” - you
I looked up at him, nothing but love in his eyes as he looked down at me like I was the only woman in the world like I was his most valuable possession.
“You mean the world to me, y/n. You’re the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me, and though I wholeheartedly believe that women aren't possessions, you're the most valuable thing I've ever had.” - Joe
“I was just thinking that! I was just thinking that you look at me like I'm your most valuable possession.” - you
The entire time I was talking, Joe was staring into my eyes with that perfect smile on his face. He seemed a little dazed, but I’ll take it as he's a little tired, happy, and buzzed from the wine we drank at the restaurant.
“You always know what I'm thinking, huh?” - Joe
“That seems to be a common theme!” - you giggled
That’s when Joe got an idea.
“Oo. Let’s test your skills. Close your eyes, and I’ll hold several fingers up. You have to guess, and you can open your eyes to see if you're right after.” - Joe
“Okay!!” - you giggled
I closed my eyes, and Joe silently held a couple of fingers up. With my eyes still shut, I guessed.
“Mmm. Three.” - you
Joe quickly switched the number of fingers from one to three, wanting you to think you got it right because that would make what was about to happen even sweeter.
When I opened my eyes, I laughed when I saw that I had guessed right, clapping my hands and doing a little happy dance.
“I got it!” - you
“You know me so well. Okay, one more.” - Joe smiled
As soon as I closed my eyes, Joe quickly dropped down onto one knee. His heart was beating out of his chest, and his hands were shaking when he pulled the box out of his pocket.
“Mm. I think… nine.” - you guess
Joe took a deep breath before I opened my eyes. I immediately gasped when I looked down at Joe, my hands going up to my face as I immediately started crying.
“Y/n. I don't even know where to start.” - Joe
He nervously chuckled, trying to blink back tears as he took a deep breath and just spoke from the heart.
“Y/n, from the moment we collided on that sidewalk, my life changed forever. It was a chance encounter, but it felt like destiny was bringing us together. Who would have thought that a simple accident would lead to the most beautiful journey of my life? We've been inseparable since college, growing up together, learning from each other, and facing every challenge hand in hand. Your love and support have been my anchor, especially through the demanding world of the NFL. You've been there for every game, every victory, every defeat, cheering me on and lifting me. Your belief in me has been my greatest strength. Now, as we stand on the brink of the rest of our lives, I can't help but look back at all the incredible moments we've shared and look forward to the countless memories yet to be made. You are my best friend, my confidant, and the love of my life. I want to spend every day making you as happy as you make me.” - Joe
Joe’s voice was shaky, along with the sobs that left my mouth as tears streamed down my face. When he was finished speaking, he took yet another deep breath and popped open the ring box.
“Will you marry me? Will you be my forever, my always, and my everything for the rest of my life?” - Joe
I nodded my head, slipping off of the swing and getting onto my knees as well. I engulfed Joe in a hug as I cried into his neck.
“Is that a yes?” - Joe
Pulling back, I cupped his cheeks and looked into his gorgeous teary eyes.
“Yes. Yes, Joe, I’ll marry you.” - you
Joe lept forward, wrapping his arms even tighter around my waist as he smashed his lips into mine. When we pulled away, both Joe and I laughed through our tears as he slipped the ring on my finger.
“We’re gonna get married.” - you sniffed
“Yeah… we are.” - Joe sniffed
We kissed for a few minutes after that, just feeling more in love than ever. Joe was so fucking glad he finally did it.
“My fiance.” - Joe mouthed to himself
——
Back to present day
I was pulled out of my thoughts when there was a knock on my passenger-side window. I jumped, looking over to see Joe cupping his hands to try and see through the tinted glass.
Rolling down the window a little, Joe jumped back, and I unlocked the door. Joe opened it and slid into the seat with a smile on his face.
I grinned when I looked over at him, he was still wearing his compression shirt and shorts, even after he had just practiced in it.
“Why’re you still wearing that?” - you
Joe shrugged because he didn't have a real answer. He put it on in hopes that it'd work you up enough to have a quickie in the back of the car, and since you noticed it so quickly, he was hoping that's what was gonna happen.
“You look good. The extra weight you've put on is driving me crazy.” - you
I spoke to him as I punched in the address for the salad place Joe and I were going to. We’d just get it to-go and eat it in the car.
When I started driving, Joe reached over and put his hand on my thigh, not knowing what to do since he wasn't usually in the passenger seat.
Joe just scrolled through his phone until that bored him, and then he initiated a game of I Spy.
-
While we were eating our lunch, I randomly turned sideways in my seat, extending my legs and letting them rest on Joe’s lap. He barely even flinched, settling his salad on my shins as he continued eating.
“Hey, can I post one of those pics? Do you think it would be a good idea to? So that it’s coming from one of us.” - you
Joe shrugged, taking a hefty bite before quickly chewing it up and swallowing. When he was done with his mouthful, Joe put his fork in his bowl and put his empty hand on my thigh.
“You can do whatever you want, baby. You don't need my permission.” - Joe
“I know, but this is a big deal. If you don't want me to post it, that's okay. This is just as much about you as it is about me.” - you
Joe squeezed my thigh, his eyes never leaving my face as he thought of what to say next.
“You can post it. You can even do that collaboration thing where it posts to my account too, if you want.” - Joe
“You want that on your feed? Joe, you've never once posted me.” - you
“Yes, and I realize how fucking stupid that is. You're the woman that I'm spending the rest of my life with, why not post you?” - Joe shrugged
This Joe 2.0 was unlike anything I'd ever seen before. After his wrist injury, Joe had almost turned into a completely different person. But he'd grown for the better.
“You mean that?” - you
“Of course I mean it. I mean all of it.” - Joe
When he said that, Joe reached out and grabbed my left hand, running his pointed finger over my ring, and my heart exploded.
After I gave him a quick kiss, I reached for my phone, saved the photos Joe sent me, put a quick filter on them, and selected them on an IG post.
I pondered the caption before typing what I thought was clever yet funny.
Got my ring. It’s Joe’s turn this season! 🧡
Joe laughed when I showed him, but he thought it was the cutest thing ever. Before posting it, I made sure to turn the comments off before inviting Joe to be a collaborator. I showed him how to accept it on his phone before finally posting it.
“I’m sorry that it took me so long to realize that I should post you. I've kept the greatest thing to ever happen to me in the dark, and it’s gonna break my heart when the inevitable ‘I didn't even know you had a girl’ comments come rolling in. I just want you to know that you mean the world to me. No matter what anyone else says.” - Joe
When I met his soft eyes, my stomach fluttered but my heart broke a little at the apologetic look in his eye.
“Hey, you know that doesn't matter to me. I genuinely don't care what we make public because of how much love we share in private. I know how much I mean to you.” - you
Joe didn't know what to say, so he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to my lips. When we pulled away, Joe dropped his head on my shoulder, feeling a need for closeness.
“I love you.” - Joe mumbled
“I love you too. Always.” - you kiss head
An impulsive thought entered his mind, and his tongue darted out, licking a stripe up my neck before pulling his tongue back into his mouth and giggling.
“Joe!” - you giggled
“Sorryyy.” - Joe drawled it out
-
After we finished lunch, I drove us back to the stadium so Joe could drive his Porsche back home.
Joe gave me a thorough kiss before he opened the door and slid out. He shut his door before running around the front of the car to my window.
When I didn't roll it down immediately, Joe adorably tapped on the glass, smiling when I eventually rolled the window down.
“I hope you know you're wiping that fingerprint off of my window, Mr. Burrow.” - you
Joe pulled his compression shirt away from his stomach, using it to wipe the barely there mark that I was simply just teasing about. My eyes immediately were glued to the patch of his stomach that was bare, practically salivating at the sight of his happy trail and the thought of what it led too.
“There. But I wanted to know if you wanted to head inside the facility with me. I have to grab something from my locker, and I thought you might wanna see the locker room revamp in person.” - Joe
“Am I allowed? What if a guy walks out of the shower room all naked.” - you
“Practice has been over for like two hours. No one’s there.” - Joe
I contemplated his offer before eventually turning my car off, locking it, and grinning when Joe opened my door for me.
We walked hand in hand to the facility, smiling at the receptionist, Laura, who greeted us.
“Congratulations, you two. I saw your post. Nice ring choice, Joe.” - Laura
“I’d say I did pretty good.” - Joe shrugged
Joe and I kept walking after a minute or so, leading me to these big double doors that needed his key card to enter yet again.
My jaw dropped open when Joe opened the door and gestured for me to walk in. The last time I was in the locker room was after the boys won the AFC Championship. This was not the same locker room.
“Woww. This is so cool, Joe.” - you
“Wait. You haven't even seen my locker.” - Joe
Joe grabbed my hand again, his long legs and excited pace making it hard for me to keep up with him as he borderline race-walked to his area.
“Look! It’s clean. All organized. OH, and look at my fridge!” - Joe
It was adorable how excited he was getting to show me everything. His emphasis on the fact that it was clean was because, with the lack of storage in the old lockers, Joe’s would get majorly messy, and Sam would take a picture when Joe wasn't around and send it to me.
There had been a few times when I’d gotten onto Joe to clean it up, so he was proud to show me his somewhat organized locker.
After Joe’s detailed tour of his locker, he plopped down onto the little chair that sat in front of it. He looked up at me like he was expecting a question, but all I did was climb onto his lap.
Joe’s eyes widened, and he wrapped his arms around my waist. I leaned in, kissing up his neck, doing the same to his jaw, and then spreading sloppy kisses all over his smooth cheeks.
“Baby.” - Joe sighed
“You said we’re alone, right?” - you
I slowly started grinding down onto his crotch, while tracing the shell of his ear with my tongue, running it over his jawline, up his chin, and finally pressing a wet and thorough kiss to his lips.
Joe quietly whimpered into the kiss, the movements of my hips getting rougher once I felt something hard below me.
We were kissing like it was our first time tasting each other, pure lust radiating around us as our mouths sloppily moved against each other.
I stopped moving for a moment, moving around till my crotch was right on top of Joe’s hard bulge before I started rocking into him again.
“Fuck. Baby, you're gonna have to stop.” - Joe
“Why, Joey?” - you teased
“I’m gonna fucking cum if you don't stop. Please, stop.” - Joe whimpered
I got off of Joe’s lap a moment, a gush of wetness seeping into my panties as I looked at him in front of me. Joe looked like walking sex.
Fuck, him in that black compression shirt that made his sculpted chest and huge arms bulge out and those shorts that left nothing to the imagination. Joe’s shorts, and the fact that he was sitting, made his huge muscular thighs look fucking perfect. Not to mention the fact that his cock was almost busting out of his shorts. The cut-off football pants already accentuated his crotch, but now that he was hard, every detail of his huge dick was seeable.
Feeling a little bold, I got my phone out of my back pocket as Joe tried to calm himself down.
“Joe. Can I take a picture of you?” - you
“Right now?” - Joe
I nodded, and Joe shrugged, saying ‘I guess’ as I excitedly started directing him.
“Spread your legs more… oh, and put your hands behind your head.” - you
Joe did exactly as I had instructed, purposely flexing both his thighs and his biceps as he smiled for the camera. I bit my lower lip at the image that popped up on my phone. I need him.
“Joe?” - you
“Yeah?” - Joe
I slowly reached for the button of my jean shorts before undoing it, unzipping the fly, and letting them drop to my ankles. Joe’s heart rate picked up as he realized what was gonna happen.
“Are there cameras in here?” - you
“Uhm… I don't think so. Because of the showers.” - Joe
Slowly sliding my panties off, Joe groaned when I walked in between his parted legs and crashed my lips onto his. Joe lifted his hips, yanking his shorts and underwear down before reaching for his shirt.
“You better keep that fucking shirt on.” - you
“Yes, ma’am.” - Joe chuckled
I slid back onto Joe’s lap, hovering over him as I reached down and pumped his cock a few times.
“Baby, please. I need you.” - Joe whimpered
That’s all it took for me to quickly guide his thick tip to my entrance and sink onto him. When he bottomed out, Joe leaned forward and sucked on my neck hard, trying to stifle his moans.
I waited a couple of seconds before slowly starting to rock my hips back and forth. I moaned out from the fullness, Joe’s perfect dick stretching me out.
“Joe, fuck.” - you moaned
Joe reached for my hips, slowly helping me start to pull off and sink back down. His eyes were glued to the way my heat swallowed his thick cock, and it was driving him fucking crazy.
Soon, sounds of skin hitting skin started to fill the locker room as I set a hungry pace, riding Joe into oblivion as he struggled to stay quiet.
“Fuck, baby. You're such a- shit. That's it. That's my good girl.” - Joe whimpered
Joe was going crazy. The love of his life was fucking the hell out of him in the locker room of the NFL team he played for. He couldn't believe this was real life.
I pulled Joe’s head out of my neck and pushed him to where his back was flat against the chair. He looked a little confused, but I couldn't help but borderline drool over his perfect body.
“Put your hands behind your head.” - you
Joe’s eyes go wide before he does as asked, putting his hands behind his head in a way that makes his biceps bulge. He looks like a fucking greek god.
The sight of his thick and veiny arms made my core clench down on Joe’s cock. In response, Joe sucked both of his lips into his mouth, trying his hardest to stay quiet as his face scrunched up.
“Y/n, baby…” - Joe panted
Joe stayed in that position for a while before his arms started to get tired. He dropped his arms and leaned forward yet again. Joe nestled his mouth under one of my ears before he stopped holding back his sounds of pleasure, knowing how much I loved it when he was loud.
“Fuck- mmm, baby.” - Joe whimpered
“Holy shit, Joe.” - you moaned
A few minutes later, I noticed how Joe was starting to get louder. His chest was heaving, and sweat was dripping down his face.
“I’m close. Please… please.” - Joe
I moved faster on him, wanting him to cum for me. How could I not with how perfect he looked?
When Joe’s whimpers got louder, I moved my hands to his lower stomach, moving them under his shirt and running my nails on his lower stomach.
“Oh my god- I’m so fucking close.” - Joe whimpered
A minute later, Joe came, his body shaking as he emptied himself inside of me. Joe was moaning loudly through his whole climax, completely forgetting that we were in a public place.
It took him a couple of moments to collect himself, gaining his breath back, and once his head cleared up, he realized I hadn't finished yet.
Joe abruptly stood up and pulled out, man-handling me to be bent over with my forearms on the chair that he was just sitting on.
Out of nowhere, Joe thrust his entire length into me with no warning. I didn't even get time to adjust before he started moving, and he set a rough pace.
“Oh my god! Joey fuck.” - you whimpered
Joe only sped up, fucking me harder with the need to make me climax in the back of his mind.
“Come on, baby. Are you almost there?” - Joe
“Mm. Yes! Joey, please.” - you moaned
Upon hearing that, Joe started thrusting harder, which I didn't think was possible. Every thrust was hard, hitting that spot inside me each time with his tip.
It wasn't long til I was climaxing. Joe had pinched my clit and gave me a specifically hard thrust that sent me right over the edge.
I moaned his name through my climax, my core clamping down on him so hard that it sent Joe over the edge for a second time. Joe was a mess, whimpering loudly as he shot his second load.
What happened next was something I wasn't expecting at all. As Joe was coming down from his high, he laid a harsh slap on my ass.
Joe left his hand there, bringing his other one over to my other ass cheek as he grabbed two handfuls. That’s how he stayed for a while, letting his cock slowly soften before he eventually pulled out.
When he did, Joe walked over to his mini-fridge & microwave cubby, grabbing some paper towels to clean me up. When he was done with me, handing me back all of my clothes and helping me stand with shaky legs, he cleaned himself off.
Now that we were both fully dressed, Joe cleaned off the chair, doing an all-around assessment of the area to make sure everything was clean.
“I can't believe we just did that.” - you chuckled
“Me neither. That was intense.” - Joe
“Intense and so fucking good.” - you
Joe chuckled, holding me into him tightly as he rubbed his big hands over my back.
“What’re you gonna do with that pic you took of me?” - Joe smirked
In all honesty, Joe felt smug as fuck that I wanted that picture of him. All he could think about was the fact that I thought he looked so good that I needed a picture of it, and it was hard for him to pretend like it didn't give him a huge ego boost.
“Mm. I don't know. Maybe make it my home screen.” - you
“I don't know about that… maybe keep that pic in the hidden album.” - Joe chuckled
We continued talking for a few minutes before it eventually went silent. I was in a daze, staring at Joe and admiring his perfect face before a thought popped into my head.
“What’d you need to grab from in here?” - you
“Nothing. I brought you in here for a tour with hopefulness for a happy ending.” - Joe
“Joseph Lee!” - you giggled
Joe just laughed with me, wrapping his arms around my waist and rocking back and forth between his feet. His head was on my shoulder, his adorable laugh going right into my ear.
“I love you.” - you grinned
“I love you too. More than you can fathom.” - Joe
Authors note: I SPENT THIRTY MINUTES HAVING FUN ON THE PORSCHE WEBSITE.
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The Princess & The Playboy: Six Months Timestamp
Summary: Dean has retired from the NFL and has been enjoying his downtime with the reader. While she and Eric want to make sure he's safe, Sam and Max need to figure out what they want to do with their lives going forward...
Masterlist
Pairing: NFL Quarterback!Dean x Pop Star!reader
Word Count: 2,500ish
Warnings: language, very brief mentions of smut
A/N: This timestamp takes place ~ six months after the end of the original series. Please enjoy!
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“Hey, wait a second-” you heard Dean say behind you before he let out a loud groan. You turned off the treadmill and hopped off the back, catching your breath while you took in the scene before you.
Dean was on his stomach, hands behind his back in a pair of zip ties as Eric straddled him and ruffled his hair.
“Watch and learn, kiddo,” he said, pulling Dean up by his shirt collar so he was sitting. “You’re thinking too much. Y/N? She’s been running for over an hour. Watch what she does.”
Eric waved you over away from the workout equipment. You ditched your headphones along the way, still breathing hard when Eric tossed a pair of zip ties at you.
“We’re playing Catch. Go.” Eric moved fast towards you, faster than any man in his forties had a right to be. You watched his footwork and dodged to the left, swing your leg out as he missed you and connecting with the back of his knee. He went down on the padded floor and you flew yourself on top of him, wedging your knee between his shoulder blades and using your own weight to sit on top of him. It was uncomfortable for him, painful if you really wanted to hurt him and put down more pressure. But you weren’t meant to stay here for long as he could get back up if he really tried.
No, you grabbed the back of his neck as you moved your knee to his side and when he instinctually shot his arm up to grab your wrist, you jabbed your fingers right into his armpit. It made his body jerk at the odd sensation and his hand slip, allowing you to force his wrist through one loop and tighten. Once you had it, you used the other loop to force his arm back and then with a carefully aimed jab just under the rib cage, he tensed again and you had both hands secured.
You rolled off him with a hard pant, Eric wincing a bit as he sat up. “You weren’t meant to win you little asshole.”
“Shouldn’t have trained me so good then,” you said, giving him a thumbs up. You got to your hands and knees, sitting back to stretch your legs as Eric got himself up and over to the wall where he had a pair of scissors.
“How the hell did you do that?” said Dean, Eric cutting himself free and then Dean. “You were literally doing sprints three minutes ago.”
“I think Eric’s point is it isn’t always physical,” you said, Eric offering Dean a towel to wipe up his sweat with. “We have to always be prepared, even if we’re exhausted. I’m sorry babe but he’s right, you do think too much when he’s teaching you moves. I was the same way at first. Now nearly a decade later look at me. You’ll get there.”
“To be fair, we’ve only been doing this stuff six months and you got the basics down good,” said Eric. An alarm on his watch pinged and he started to head out. “I’ll see you guys later. Y/N, we’ll head out a four.”
“Have fun at therapy,” you said, Eric rolling his eyes but smiling as he jogged down the hall to catch a quick shower. You turned to Dean who was laying on his back, staring at the ceiling. “How do doing down there? Eric didn’t hurt anything?”
“Only my pride,” he sighed. You crawled over beside him, laying back so your head rested on his chest. “I can’t get any of this advanced crap. If anyone tries to bother you it’s not going to be some minor thing. It’ll be planned and-”
“And you didn’t start out throwing bombs down the field, knowing which play to run when. It’s just like football. You get the basics down and you build off of them. Sure, I know a lot now but I didn’t know the basics for two years. I still depend on Eric and Sloane and the team to keep us safe. It’s their job to protect us.”
“I know. Sometimes I worry though that I can’t protect you if it came down to it.” You laughed, Dean sitting up and sending you sliding down to his lap. He frowned at you. “Why’s that funny? I don’t know these moves. I couldn’t protect you back at that party. I’m not-”
“You stepped in front of me at that party when we found Sam and Max. You always walk between me and the street and switch sides if we go by an alley. You do so many little things that make me feel protected, Dean. Let the rest of them be the super soldiers. But you? I know if shit got real, you’re the most dangerous one of them all. You’re the one I want.” He pondered that for a moment, your hand reaching up to cup his cheek. “I know you got me.”
“Yes, I do,” he said softly, leaning down to kiss you. “I love you so much.”
“I love you.” You sat up, Dean’s arms pulling you into a hug. “Are you nervous about tonight?”
“A bit. I’m looking forward to it though. Are you excited to have the boys at a concert for the first time?” You hummed.
“Yeah, just keep an eye on them. I don’t want anyone with a VIP pass being weird to them. They haven’t been out in public much and those reporters are still hounding them.”
“I’ll ask my boys to watch their backs too,” said Dean, running a hand through his sweaty hair. “We ought to wash up. They should be getting out school soon.”
“Only if we can share,” you said, Dean chuckling before picking you up bridal style.
“Oh, I was planning on it.”
Thirty Minutes Later
“Hey Sammy,” you said from the kitchen, eating the late lunch Dean had prepared for you. Sam was smiling more than usual and you quirked an eyebrow. “Good day?”
“Amazing fucking day,” he said, taking off his backpack and pulling out a paper. Dean leaned over from across the island, Sam sliding it over. “I passed high school. Not even just my GED but I like passed it passed it. I’m gonna get a diploma and everything.”
“That’s awesome, Sammy,” said Dean, throwing his arm over Sam’s shoulders and hugging him tight. “You’ve always been such a nerd.”
You slipped away with your plate when noticed Max was on the back patio and hadn’t come inside yet.
“How was school?” you asked, taking a seat next to him at the patio table. He shrugged, slouching down. You offered him the other half of your sandwich, Max taking it after a beat. “Can I be brutally honest with you?”
“About…” he said with his mouth full, eating far too quickly. You pursed your lips, breathing slowly. “What?”
“Sam got his diploma because he was abducted with only a few months of high school left. You had years. You’re going to get your GED and that’s that.” Max frowned, crossing his arms before looking away. “You can go to college with a GED you know.”
“I know that,” he muttered. You hummed, leaning your head back.
“So stop comparing yourself to Sam. I am just as proud of you for working on that GED as I am of him for his diploma. We all are. Max…I don’t give a shit if you have straight A’s or what you want your education to look like. You’re twenty eight years old. You get to pick what you want.”
“He’s always been smarter than me. He came up with the plan to-”
“Bullshit. Don’t act like a fucking brat.” He turned in his seat, angry and wide eyes meeting yours. “Sam was seventeen when he was grabbed. You were fucking fourteen. You said you didn’t meet Sam until you were seventeen. Three years you were on your own. You survived as a fucking kid on your own. I know every goddamn awful fact about trafficking children so I know you were fucking smart to make it on your own. Don’t you ever down-play your intelligence, do you understand me? You’re going to be whatever the fuck you want to in life because any kid that survives that can do anything he wants to. Now sulk how you need to and then go congratulate Sam because your brother just got his diploma and families celebrate that shit.”
You grabbed the plate and stood, halfway across the patio when Max cleared his throat.
“Y/N.” You looked over you shoulder and sighed. He shrugged, a weird smile on his face. “Thanks. You and Dean, even Eric and Sloane, but you guys don’t baby us. I’m glad you’re still my sister.”
“Well I sure as shit ain’t your mom,” you said, Max laughing quietly. You nodded towards the door, Max taking his bag and walking over. “Let’s get a proper lunch before we head out, alright?”
Later That Night
“So you think the fans liked the show?” asked Dean around eleven. The house was much louder than you were used to after performances at the Wolves stadium. Someone had soft rock music playing through a bluetooth speaker on the patio. Half of the LA Wolves football team and their significant others were outside along with a few of his former coaches. Dean’s parents and Benny’s extended family. Eric and Sloane were talking in hushed tones in the kitchen with not an inch of space between them. Sam and Max were even talking to a few girls they’d met, younger sisters of a few of the players.
You rolled your eyes, laughing when Dean pulled you against his chest. “Based on the screams I’d say that all thought it was so lame when you came out to do your god awful dancing.”
“Um, excuse me but your choreographer said I was amazing,” scoffed Dean. You patted his arm, Dean pouting. “Was I really that bad?”
“You were great. That was for us anyways,” you said, both of your turning your heads when you heard a crash in the kitchen. Sloane was trying to pick up the mcdonalds boxes full of chicken nuggets off the ground while Eric held her waist, the pair of them giggling. “Can y’all keep it in your pants in public?”
“It was an accident,” said Eric with a shrug and smile that you recognized far too much these days.
“Go get horny in your bedroom,” you said, pointing at the stairs.
“Well if the boss says so,” said Eric, Sloane yelping when he picked her up, smacking his chest lightly. “What’d I do? You started it.”
“You’re such a liar,” she huffed, Eric humming as he waved goodnight. “Remember to-”
“Set the alarm,” said Dean. “Remember to wrap it up, old timer.”
Eric flipped him the bird as he headed up the stairs, mumbling something you couldn’t quite catch before they were gone.
“So those two are totally trying for a kid, right?” asked Dean.
“Oh, absolutely. The wedding is in three months and I’ve already seen Eric reading articles about first time parenting.” Dean smirked, your finger going up. “We. Are. Not. Ready.”
“I know. But maybe in a few years we will be. Let their rugrat have a little cousin with our rugrat.” Dean took your hand, pulling your tattooed wrist to his lips, kissing it gently. “After our own wedding of course.”
“I’d like that…eventually,” you yawned, Dean brushing your hair behind your ear. “I’m alright. Just a bit tired.”
“You want to head up to bed? The boys and my folks can make sure everyone’s taken care of.”
“You sure?” you asked, Dean humming. “They have fun tonight?”
“I’m not sure you have bigger fans than those two,” he said, chuckling when one of your songs filtered in from outside. “Sam’s decided to do pre-law at Stanford in the fall. Apparently being famous helps you get into an Ivy League school late.”
“Good for him,” you said. “I don’t think Max is ready for college though.”
“It’ll be good for the boys to get some space. Max mentioned taking his GED maybe next month and then maybe technical school in the new year, work on cars with my uncle Bobby once he gets done.” You raised your eyebrows, smiling to yourself. “I may have had a chat with him while you were in rehearsals.”
“He needed it. He doesn’t have to go to school and honestly, in a garage he can just blend in and be a normal guy which is what he wants.” You let out another yawn, shaking your head. “Are you excited to start your work soon?”
“Yeah. Nervous but excited. I know some people think I should have taken a higher level-”
“Dean.” He met your gaze, taking a deep breath. “You had over three hundred job offers. Literally. If you’d wanted a pro or collegiate job, you would have taken it. If coaching a losing high school team is what makes you happy, then you’re going to do that.”
“I still don’t think they believed me when I said my goal was to get these kids to state within three years.”
“Oh that’s because they bet you’ll do it in one,” you teased, leaning your head against his chest.
“Come on, Princess of Pop,” said Dean, picking you up, your legs wrapping around his waist.
“Hey guys,” said Sam, walking in with Max on his tail. “These girls invited us to go out to a bar with them. Is it cool if we go? Benny and Michael said they’d come with.”
“You’re adults, you don’t need to ask,” you said with a smile. “Just take a few guys for security with you. And watch your drinks. And practice safe sex if you-”
“And goodnight,” said Sam, heading back outside with a groan. Dean laughed as he headed for the stairs, his chest rumbling against yours.
“I just want them to be safe,” you said, Dean patting your back.
“I know, I know. They’re smart. S’good they want to go out, stretch their legs on their own. It means what we’re doing is working.”
“I guess it is,” you said, nuzzling into his neck with another yawn. “God. I can’t believe I toured non-stop for most of last year. How the hell did I do that?”
“You were just a wee bit exhausted,” said Dean as he reached the top of the stairs. “Let’s get you to bed so you can do it all over tomorrow night.”
“You know what I would kill for?” you asked. Dean kissed your temple, giving your body a big squeeze.
“One foot massage coming right up.”
“Thank you,” you murmured into his skin, Dean setting you down on your soft bedding.
“My pleasure, sweetheart.”
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Hypno-Drafted
NFL all-star Luke Novak wasn't happy that I drafted him. He swore he was going to reject the offer, so I pulled him aside and whispered in his ear. The quarterback's snarl stretched into a smile. He realized he couldn't wait to sign the contract. He belonged to me, now.
Luke wasn't the first player I hypnotized since buying this team. I brought all 53 of my players under control the second I could, suppressing their old habits, aspirations, and personalities to replace them with an attitude that better aligns with my vision for our team.
They don't speak. They don't joke around or slack off. They only shout "Yes, Coach!" and obey commands to push their bodies harder and harder each night. It's grueling, and they don't have any time outside of football, but the NFL has never seen a more god-like group of dedicated athletes.
My men are ruthless against their opponents, but they must be restrained when it comes penalties. Each player is programmed to know what happens if he messes up and gives the other team an advantage.
Luke Novak messed up tonight when he caused a false start. He let me down.
He knows he needs me to teach him a lesson.
Luke Novak marched over to me after the game, still clad in his sweaty match gear. His heavy steps echoed through the empty stadium as he stomped through the mud. His face was as emotionless as the day I first drafted him, but a raging boner strained against his tight uniform pants. His unblinking eyes were locked on me his owner.
"I am an embarrassment to you, sir," he stated monotonously with his deep voice, "Please, let me make up for the penalty."
"Go ahead," I encouraged, excited for what would happen next.
The quarterback slowly began peeling off his sweaty jersey and pads, stripping down to nothing but the damp underwear beneath his soaked uniform. The harsh stadium lights highlighted the pounds of muscle he'd gained under my control. His eyes vacantly stared into mine as he undressed, and the indifference on his face didn't flinch as his knees dropped to the squishy turf.
"Fuck some sense into me, sir," he begged without any emotion in his words.
His massive package was still rock hard as he stared at me; something I programmed into all of my athletes. All my football players got hard the second they saw the team's owner.
Pro-athlete Luke Novak swiftly turned on his knees and dropped to the ground, carelessly shoving his handsome face into the muddy ground as his bulky arms laid limply by his side. He raised his perfect muscle-butt in the air for the entire empty stadium to behold.
"I hope you learn your lesson, Luke," I moaned, pulling his underwear down and mounting him like a dog, "I don't care that we won. Next time, I expect a perfect game. You hear me?"
"Yes, sir!" a muffled reply came from somewhere between his smushed face and the grass.
I spent the next hour or so teaching my lesson to completion before hopping off him and telling him to hit the showers. The football pro didn't seem anymore upset or expressive than he had when he first marched over.
Luke Novak just stood, collecting his discarded clothing beneath a muscled arm. His face and chest was covered in grass and mud, but he didn't seem to notice or care. His dick still rose to full mast when he looked at me.
"Yes, sir," he answered and turned, marching back to the lockeroom like the obedient football boy he was.
He seemed to waddle a bit awkwardly as he walked, but his bare ass was perfect, even from 50 yards away. I'd never been a sports man, but this football team was easily the best investment of my life.
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Touch - Epilogue
The absolute amount of fluff in this epilogue is almost gross.
Also, more military inaccuracies (I made it all the way to the epilogue before remembering the word ‘inaccuracies’)
3 Years Later.
You stood on your back porch, watching Johnny run around the backyard with your one and two year olds who squealed and screamed anytime he got close. His laughter roared over their sounds, picking one up like a football while chasing the other still. The scene made you giggle.
You could smell the meal that Kyle was working on in the kitchen, the scents of homemade mashed potatoes and steaks wafting through open windows. Simon had disappeared into the shed, working on a stronger bed frame after the five of you plus the little ones broke the original.
Usually, you would find John in there with Simon, toiling away on a project. This time he was sliding his hands over your rounded belly from behind, cupping it from underneath and lifting gently. It made a soft groan leave your lips as you leaned back into his embrace.
When you found out you were pregnant the first time, John, Kyle, and Johnny had all requested their discharges citing the need to be home with their family. Simon had been honorably discharged after the events with Moses, his injuries determining the course of his (and the military’s) decision. He was okay with it, surprisingly. Said it was time to stop running from the past and embrace the future you’d given him.
Blonde, little Leila was most likely Simon’s, although there’d never been a paternal DNA test done. Nathan was most definitely Kyle’s with his cocoa skin and pretty eyes that rivaled his fathers. But they all loved your children, no matter who their biological dad was. The little one still growing in your belly would be no different.
Kyle finally called out that dinner was ready and everyone headed inside. Well, everyone except you, who padded off to the shed to collect that last of your tribe. “Si? Dinner’s ready,” you called as you poked your head into the shed. “Mm, coming, luvie,” he replied, dusting off his hands on his pants and grinning at you.
He joined you at the door, his large hands settling on your hips as he gazed down at you. Licking his lips, he leaned down and spoke to your belly. “ ‘Ello little one,” he whispered to the baby in your belly before straightening up only to lean down and kiss you deeply. “Love you pregnant, all swollen with our baby. Makes me want to put another one in you,” he growled against your lips.
You rolled your eyes, shaking your head as you backed up and grabbed his hand. “Come on, you big lug. Let’s go eat,” you chastised playfully, dragging him out of the shed and back up to the house.
You’d never been one to want a huge family. But as you sat at the head of the table with the loves of your life and your two babbling toddlers, you couldn’t imagine your life any other way.
FINITE!
Okay, so holy crap. I started this as a little project intent on making my touch starved heart happy. It definitely turned into something else, but I'm happy with it. I just want to say thank you to every one who has liked, commented, reblogged, and followed. Every interaction means the world to me.
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