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The One With

Joey's Food

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Joey Tribbiani

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Summary: JOEY DOESN'T SHARE FOOD... However it seems that rule might not apply when it comes to you.

Author's Note: Someone asked me to publish my Joey fanfics, so this one is for you. <3

ps. I made that iconic Joey's Meatball Sub, it really made me feel alive again.

New comfort food unlocked

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You were so tired, and hungry.

Oh dear, you could eat a horse right now. Or maybe not if that meant eating the entire horse.

Finally you got yourself inside being greeted with everyone else except Joey.

Where was he? You could really just snuggle against your friend to forget all your worries. Joey felt like home, he felt safe.

Except Chandler would disagree with you, strongly, not that you could blame him after that robbery thingy.

"It's a zombie! Everybody, run!", Chandler shouted while jumping behind Ross and pushing him towards you.

"Hey!", Ross squeaked realising that Chandler, his best friend since the beginning of time, was sacrificing him to this supposed 'zombie'.

"Hahaha", you laughed a dry sarcastic laugh while getting your jacket off.

"What happened to you?", Rachel asked noticing your disheveled look.

"Your eye bags-", Rachel was saying before you gave her a stern look that did shut her up.

Monica also gave Rachel an are-you-serious look before helping you sit down at the kitchen tables chair

"Work huh?", Monica asked already knowing what was behind your current state.

Before you started to explain Joey made a grand appearance with his iconic sandwich. It makes your stomach growl and mouth water.

Joey sat at the table next to you, he gave you a tender look before getting ready to destroy his food, with the intention of not leaving even crumbs behind.

"So. I got to work a few hours early because my boss asked me to and as we know my boss, I couldn't refuse-", you started taking a deep breath.

"I had my mom's cooking for lunch, but there was so much going on I didn't have time to eat. And when I finally did- that ass had eaten it! My food! It was supposed to be the only good thing today, and it was taken away from me", you rambled trying not to break down completely.

"Oh, this reminds me of that 'MY SANDWICH' thing", Chandler said looking at Ross who just looked back at him shooting daggers out of his eyes.

"Oh, this gets much worse. I confronted that- idiot and it got a bit heated. Long story short, I got fired", you ended your story leaving out the details of wandering around the city crying your eyes out.

"Let's celebrate!", Phoebe cheered from the couch making everyone turn to look at her.

"Yeah, you hated that job! More than I hated serving coffee!", Rachel said trying to comfort you.

"I didn't hate the job, but the people", you muttered burying your face into your hands.

"That's my girl!", Chandler cheered giving you a quick pat on the back before hurrying towards the armchair.

Your stomach made a loud noise and you felt truly awful.

"Do you have anything to eat Monica? I don't have anything at home", you asked carefully your voice cracking slightly.

"I need to go quickly to the store-", Monica started hurrying to gather her stuff.

"Here, you can have my meatball sub"

The time seemed to slow down.

Phoebe stopped chewing her hair.

Rachel had her hand covering her mouth that was hanging open.

Monica dropped her purse to the floor.

Chandler almost fell off the armchair.

Ross had a look on his face that would be expected if someone would prove to him that dinosaurs had never existed.

You lifted your head to see Joey smiling and offering his food, to you, you.

Joey had a small amount of the sauce on his face.

"I already took a couple of bites if that's okay", he said looking a bit sheepish.

"Really?", you asked voice slightly shaky, knowing that nobody else dared to move or speak.

Joey nodded and you reached towards him. But to everyone's surprise you didn't take the sandwich.

However you got up and put your arms around his neck. Burying your face to his neck you mumbled so many thank you's that nobody could say exactly how many there was.

Maybe ten? Hundred? Hundreds? Who knows.

Then you gave a kiss to his cheek before pulling away and snatching the sandwich from him.

Eagerly you started eating it and you moaned slightly at the most delicious thing you had ever eaten.

"JOEY DOESN'T SHARE FOOD!", everyone suddenly shouted after they switched glances between each other.

Joey tried to look like he had no idea what they were talking about, his face was oddly red and he was feeling warm and fuzzy.

Joey loved seeing you happy, he could sacrifice one meatball sub for your happiness.

But only one.

When Joey looked at you eating happily his favourite Meatball Sub he couldn't even see anything else than you. He didn't even care about his friends who were still shocked and wanted answers.

Joey would give you every meatball sub for the rest of his life if it meant seeing you so utterly happy.

But he wanted a bite, at least.

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[plus-size-reader]

An Apple

Joey Tribbiani x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1311 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Joey decides that something has to change when Rachel gets pregnant and decides that she needs to move out before the baby comes.

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Something had been going on with Joey recently.

Ever since he found out that Rachel was pregnant, he’d been acting strangely, even more than normal. For Joey, strange had never been that big of a deal for you, but this was different.

Just this morning, you walked in on him leafing through her mothering journals. The kinds with large passages of terrifying information, the ones with those awful diagrams that even you shuddered at.

They were a new kind of horror for a person with a uterus. All you could think about was all the pain you’d be in if you were in that position.

Nonetheless, It was the first thing you’d seen Joey read that wasn’t porn or full of pictures. You had no idea what was going on, or what could have possessed him to do that in the first place.

In any case though, you weren’t going to argue.

Since getting the news of Rachel’s pregnancy, you had all been doing things a little differently than normal. You just assumed that whatever he was going through, it was so he could be prepared for the baby.

Admittedly, you’d been getting ready for the big change too, shopping for baby blankets and clothes almost every time that you were out.

You couldn’t help it, this was a big deal for all of you.

...And you were really excited.

This was something that was going to change your entire friend group, and the first baby between you was a huge deal. None of you had really gotten to see Ben as a baby too much, after all.

It was wonderful to think about a baby, now that you were all getting to that stage in your lives. Chandler and Monica were married, and now Rachel was having a baby.

A baby that was going to be living in your apartment.

Or, so you thought.

You’d been talking to her the last few days, and evidently, Rachel wasn’t sure if she wanted to live with you and Joey once the baby got here. She just wasn’t sure if it was going to be the best idea.

The two of you lived very free lives, and she wasn’t sure how a baby was going to fit in with that.

Having her move in with you was one thing but bringing a literal infant into that wasn’t as small. It was going to change everything and it just didn’t seem like the two of you had quite realized that yet.

Moving seemed like the best thing she could do right now, to just get a fresh start with this new addition to her life.

“What are you doing, Joe?” you asked, a small smile on your face as you lent over the back of the recliner, catching an eyeful of a colorful diagram of how big a baby would be at sixteen weeks.

At least it wasn’t a hospital photo of cesarean sections like the last time you’d flipped through one of these books.

If it were, you were sure that Joey wouldn’t still be sitting there.

From the looks of it, he’d been reading quite a bit and it was sort of endearing. You had never seen anyone as excited about someone else’s baby as Joey was right now.

He was just so sweet, and at times like this, it was hard not to swoon over how truly gentle and decent he was. You had never been with someone as good as he was.

Joey smiled, leaning over to press a soft kiss to the side of your face, before going back to the book in his grasp. He’d been learning so much about this whole thing, and you were just the person he wanted to see.

“Did you know at sixteen weeks, a baby is the size of an apple...look at this” he asked, pointing at the little diagram in question, this look of amusement crossing his face that brought a smile to yours.

He was really into this whole thing.

It was endearing, if nothing else.

“That’s crazy, look at that” you hummed, only briefly looking at the picture before letting your gaze drift over to his face instead.

He was so sweet, so incredible, and you didn’t realize just how lucky you were until times like this. It was easy to forget how lucky you were, sometimes.

“All this stuff with Rachel’s got me thinking, We should have a baby”

There was a calm decidedness about how he talked to you about it, like he’d thought it all out and perhaps that was because he had. Ever since Rachel told you two that she was thinking about moving out, he’d been really thinking about what he wanted.

As it would turn out, what he wanted was to have a family with you. All this baby stuff; the books, the clothes, the tiny shoes you insisted on playing with in the store, it had all been adding up lately.

He wanted to have a baby, a baby with you.

Now, you assumed that he was going to laugh or make a joke about it but that didn’t seem to be the case. Evidently, Joey was being serious and that was something you hadn’t seen coming.

Casually, you made your way around the front of the recliner, not even hesitating to sit down on his lap. You had no idea where this was coming from, and to be honest, you were a little lost.

Not that it was a bad idea.

Joey was the greatest guy you’d ever dated and you loved him more than anything, you had just never taken him for the family type. In all the time you’d been dating, you had never talked about kids before.

It was news to you, but not bad news. You just wanted to make sure that he really understood what this meant, what he was really suggesting, before you agreed to anything like this.

After all, you and Joey hadn’t even talked about marriage before, and now he wanted to have a baby.

It wasn’t exactly a lateral move.

“Are you serious about this? You know what that means” you clarified, hoping that at some point, he would get where you were going. The two of you lived the sort of lifestyle that didn’t exactly lend itself to a child.

Everything would change if you had a baby.

Joey didn’t answer at first, giving you a soft nod as he waited for you to explain what you meant. You were stumbling through this too, but at least you were thinking clearly.

You got this feeling that Joe was blindsided by his desire to start a family, and he wasn’t thinking about what this would mean practically.

“It means you’d have to wear pants around the apartment, we can’t drink beer for breakfast anymore, and going out at the drop of a hat isn’t an option” you explained, worried that he hadn’t thought about that.

It was a huge step and you just didn’t see this happening today, not when you got out of the shower, not when you put on a pair of sweatpants, and not now.

You just felt like your head was spinning, but really, you just didn’t want to get your hopes up if it wasn’t what he wanted. .

“I know that, that kind of stuff doesn’t matter. We’ll be able to do all kinds of other things with a baby” he shrugged, handling this far better than you were.

He was so confident that this would work out that nothing else even seemed to matter.

“Well, I guess we can start thinking about that, if you’re sure” you hummed, gingerly snuggling up to his chest, your lips finding his own as you look into his eyes.

This was really happening.

Joey wanted to have a baby.

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Heyo! can I get some Eva x reader please and thank you!

Yesssss I love her

Yan. Eva escape the night

Pls don't reblog or take

She would be a sweat heart. I feel like she doesn't want to even look at you wrong. She thinks of you as royalty and wants to worship you. She doesn't like conflict unless it's something to do with you. If anyone comes for you she will pull strings and make them seem like the bad guy. She will do anything you ask. You will never be in a challenge she will make sure of it. She loves touching you anyway she can. She will hold your hand and hold onto you all the time. I feel like she would let you be friends with Oli, Joey, Lele, and Timothy. She's very caring if she feels like your sad or hurt she will smother you on love and buy whatever she thinks you like. So good at comfort and soothing you it's amazing. She would most likely kidnap you but she will let you talk to the friends I listed. She gives you a lot of entertainment including t.v with Xbox/ps and any thing else you want. She loves giving gifts and acts of service is her love language.

[forever-rogue]

You Belong to Me

A/N: UMM YEAH SO HERE IS THAT HIGHLY REQUEST JEALOUS!JOE SMUT. No plot. Just smutty good of our fave dino boy being all jealous and possessive. Enjoy some filth.

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Reader

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: SMUT ;)

PS - I hope this isn’t total trash, and you can enjoy!

DRABBLE 1 THAT INSPIRED THIS

DRABBLE 2 THAT INSPIRED THIS

MASTERLIST

"I will," he almost growled as he leaned down in front of you, touching your lips with a finger, "soon you won't even remember his name, baby girl. I'll show you how a real man fucks a woman."

"Go on then," you raised your eyebrow as he offered you his hand. You bit your lip, a part of you torn as to whether or not to actually go with him. But the pure carnal look in his eyes was enough to convince you otherwise. You took his hand and he helped you up, "you better not make me regret this."

"The only thing you'll regret is us not properly fucking sooner," he winked at you as he laced his fingers through yours and pulled you along with him to the staircase. He stopped and turned around to give Gwil and Ben a cheeky wave, "don't bother waiting up, gents. It'll be a long night."

"Joey!" you shoved him slightly and he just laughed as he bounded up the stairs, taking them two at a time, making sure you were following closely.

Once you got into his bedroom, you looked around the familiar space. You had been there a thousand times before but this time was different, very different.

Joe came up behind you and wrapped his around your waist, and started kissing your neck. You pushed back against him as his hands started to wander under your shirt, tracing shapes and figures all over your bare skin.

"Wanted this for so long," he whispered in your ear, his hands traveling up and starting to massage your breasts. You subconsciously ground your hips into his, feeling his already hard cock against your ass, “should have done this sooner. Want those pretty lips around my cock.”

“You could have just asked,” you teased, reaching between the two of you and palming his erection. He reached up and unclasped your bra, letting it slide down your arms, “you gonna use that big mouth and eat my pussy like a real man?”

He whipped you around quickly, and pawed at your shirt, giving you a shirt before he ripped it, quite literally, off your body and discarded it onto the floor, followed by your bra. Joe put his hands on your shoulders and gently pushed you down until you were on your knees, face level with his erection.

“It isn’t gonna suck itself,” he raised as eyebrow as he gestured between your mouth and his cock. You looked at him with wide doe eyes, taking your time to undo his belt, popping the button, and pulling the zipper down. You pulled his pants down and boxers down, which he promptly kicked off and licked your lips at the sight of weeping cock. It was even better than you had remembered, although you had been half drunk then too. He was probably a bit bigger than Ben, although both of them were impressive specimens.

“So hard for me, Joey? Look at your cock, look at how badly you want this,” you giggled at, spitting in your hand and wrapping it around his shaft. You pumped his cock a few times, coating it with this precum and your spit. He watched you with a hungry look in his eyes, bucking his hips so slightly, but he wasn’t ready to relinquish control to you, “so pretty.”

“In your mouth. Now,” he commanded and obliged him, taking him into your mouth, using one hand to massage his balls and the other to pump the bit you couldn’t quite fit in your mouth. You worked slowly at first, making sure to draw it as long as possible to rile him up. Joe wasn’t having it though, taking his hand and forcing your head towards his crotch, making sure you took him in completely. You almost gagged on his cock, making all sorts of obscene noises as tears formed in the corners of your eyes, “fuck. You take my cock so well. Look at that pretty little mouth all filled up.”

He finally gave you some relief, letting you pull off of his cock to get some air. You took a moment to breathe a line of spit connecting your lips and the tip of cock. You looked at him as you licked his tip to collect the saliva and precum, running your tongue along your own lips to swallow it.

“You gonna let me do all the work?” you asked him innocently, “Ben fucked my mouth. Are you gonna show me how a real man does it, Joey? Ben’s just a boy after all.”

“You’re such a dirty little slut, aren’t you?’ he asked and you just nodded, giving him a sweet smile. He reached down and grabbed your face roughly, sending shivers down your spine, “you act all innocent but I know better. I know a slut when I see one. I’ll give you want you, baby girl.”

He grabbed his cock and shoved it roughly in your mouth. You moaned his cock, spurring him on as he kept a hand tightly gripping you hair. You put his hands on thighs to balance yourself as he started to thrust into your mouth. The snap of his snaps was languid at first, the slowly sounds were your light gagging and his soft moans as he took his sweet time. The feeling of your warm mouth around his cock, mixed with the sight if you taking him all in was almost enough to drive him over the edge.

As he pulled back to thrust in again, you pulled back and looked at with a mischievous smirk, “is that the best you can do? Fuck my mouth like you mean it.”

He watched you like a hunter stalking his prey as he grabbed your head again, rougher this time, and forced you completely on him. He made you wait a few seconds before pulling you off and repeating the actions several times, “you like it rough, don’t you? Such a pretty little slut. You’re mine now. I’ll make you remember who owns you.”

With those words, you moaned around him, growing wetter at the idea of his possessiveness. He gave you a wink before he bucked his hips and started to fuck your mouth like you had been wanting. It was a brutal pace, and he gave you no mercy as he kept going on, calling you all sorts of filthy things under his breath. Tears were of pain and pleasure were running down your face as he carried on with his ministrations.

After what seemed like a small eternity, his thrusts started to waver slightly, becoming more slow and erratic as you felt his cock twitch in your mouth. You looked at him silently telling to let go and cum. He already had plans for that though, “you’re going to swallow every last bit. And if you don’t, I won’t eat that delicious pussy of yours.”

You squeezed his thigh in reassurance that you would comply, and he gave a few more thrusts before groaning and releasing in your mouth. You kept him in your mouth as you sucked his cock to get out every last bit of hot cum he had to offer.

He slowly let go of your hair, and you pulled back a little, getting go of him with a loud pop. Maintaining eye contact with him, you licked up and down and his shaft, cleaning him off. Opening your mouth, you showed him that you had swallowed everything, “good enough for you?”

He reached down and wiped away a few of your remaining tears, giving you an almost tender look, “such a good girl. You liked that, didn’t you?”

“Mhmm,” you agreed as he pulled up and moved a hand to the waistband of your leggings. They were probably also ruined by now, completely soaked through with your arousal.

“Your turn,” he smirked, “I bet Ben didn’t even use his mouth on you did he?”

“No,” you shook your head as he putting his hand in your leggings and started to run a finger along your soaked folds. You couldn’t help the moan that escaped your lips as you leaned into his touch, “fuck, Joey, just like that.”‘

Joe nudged you in the direction of his bed,  gently pushing you down on it. He gave you a searing kiss before working down your body leaving open mouthed kisses all over your exposed skin. He nipped at the delicate skin, making sure to leave marks even more prominent than Ben had. No one would know Ben had even touch you. You were all his now.

He tugged down your leggings, smirking when he saw that you weren’t wearing panties. He threw the clothing to the side and spread your legs gently, kissing and biting at the insides of your thighs. You moaned as he got closer and closer to your soaked core, taking his time as you had with him.

You tried to reach down and guide his head directly where you needed him, but swatted your hand away, “I don’t think so. I’m in charge here, pretty girl.”

“Please,” you almost whimpered at him, and he slowly traced a finger along your folds, soaking up the wetness on his fingers. He stared at you as he put the digit in his mouth and sucked it clean, “need you now.”

“Who do you belong to?” he asked as he started to gently circle over your clit, causing you to arch your back. He used a hand to pin down your hips and keep in place, “tell me who you belong to.”

“You,” you moaned as he pushed a finger into you, curling it expertly and almost effortlessly finding your g spot. You didn’t bother to hold back all the whimpers and moans that were spilling out of your mouth, “you, Joey, you. I belong to you.”

“That’s what I thought,” he added another finger, pumping them in and out rapidly as he finally put his mouth on your soaked core. He ran his tongue deftly over your clit, taking time to lick and suck like it was his only job in life. He pulled out his fingers and replaced him with his tongue, and you were soon a writhing mess under him, whimpering and mewling at his actions, “so fucking delicious.”

“I’m so close,” you pouted at the loss of his mouth on your pussy, “please let me cum. I want to know how it feels when a real man makes me cum.”

“You think you’ve been good enough?” he taunted you, kissing your clit and letting his tongue linger there for a few seconds. You wiggled your hips so he would continue, and he decided to oblige and running his tongue along your folds. You looked at him desperately, you orgasm quickly approaching, “cum for me then, baby girl. Cum all over my face.”

“jeezuschristjoeyfuckfuckfuck,” spilled out of your mouth as you saw stars, throwing your head back in pure ecstasy as he worked you through your orgasm. He keep his mouth on you, lapping up every bit of your juices, not stopping until you went limp, chest heaving at from the pure bliss he had just given you.

He watched you as he gave you a few more soft licks before pulling himself up and looming over your body. You bit your lip as you stared at him, his wet glistening with your wetness. There was something so hot and carnal about the way he looked at you, hungry for more.

You grabbed his face and pulled him down to you lips, tasting yourself on him. It started off slow at first, but he soon took over, kissing along your jawline and neck, biting at the skin. His hand wandered down south again as he started to finger you once more, slowly this time as to not overstimulate you all at once.

“Look at you,” he whispered against your skin, “so desperate for my touch. So wet again for me. Who do you belong to?”

“You,” he took a nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue over it as it instantly hardened due to his actions, repeating the action on the other one.

“Who does this pussy belong to?”

“You.”

“These tits?”

“You.”

“This ass?”

“You,” you were whimpering under him as he gripped your hips tightly, watching you slowly fall apart underneath him. The smug look on his face suggested he was more proud than he had ever been.

“Nothing for Ben,” he growled, making sure you were positive that you were his. You licked your lips and nodded, watching as he jerked himself a few times before lining up at your entrance. You were trembling with anticipation as he slowly started to push himself in, letting you adjust to his considerable girth, “fuck, you’re so tight. It’s like you were made for my cock.”

“Fuck me, Joe, fuck me please,” you moaned, as he buried himself completely inside you. He let out a heavy breath as he waited a few moments before he started to move.

He went slowly at first, pulling out almost completely before pushing back in to the hilt. It was slow and pleasurable, the familiar tingling started to build up already. But you wanted more and you could tell he was holding back. He removed a hand from your hip, circling over your sensitive clit slowly, the only sounds in the room where your panting and a slew of moans and quiet curses.

“God, you’re so perfect,” he said as leaned down to kiss you, “I’m never going to get tired of this pussy.”

“Then take me,” you begged him, “fuck me and let everyone know I belong to you.”

That was the last bit of encouragement that he needed before he thrust harshly into you, letting himself remain buried inside of you. He readjusted your hips slightly, making sure to get the perfect angle before he started to pound into you.

He was practically fucking you into oblivion as he continued his assault on you, murmuring things that still made you blush into your ear. How you had waited this long to give him another go was beyond you. He knew exactly what he was doing.

The sound of skin slapping on skin echoed through the room as you chanted his name like a prayer, encouraging him to go harder and faster. You probably wouldn’t be able to walk properly for a week at this rate, but you didn’t care. You just wanted another orgasm.

“’m close,” he said through gritted teeth, head thrown back in pure pleasure as his thrusts grew more sloppy. You were right behind him, pleasure slowly sinking in as you felt another orgasm building up, “gonna cum in you.”

“Fill me up with your cum, Joey, give it to your good little slut,” you encouraged him and you could feel his cock start to twitch as he gave you a few more purposeful thrusts. He groaned as his hot cum started to coat your walls, giving your clit a few more gentle touches so you’‘d cum with him. You moan at the stimulation, closing your eyes to ride it out as he collapsed onto of you.

“Fucking hell,” he whispered, kissing your shoulder as you both tried to catch your breath, “you’re amazing.”

“Not so bad yourself,” you let out a small laugh as he slowly pulled out of you, leaving you feeling empty. He went to grab something to clean up but you held onto his wrist and shook her head, “leave it. I love feeling your cum dripping out of me.”

He almost moaned at your words, moving to take a look at his handiwork. A beautiful sight, he decided. He pulled your legs apart and put his mouth near your pussy, giving you a smirk before he ran his tongue along your folds to capture the mixture of his cum and your juices. He came back up to you, swallowing everything before kissing you, giving you a good taste of himself and you. You didn’t think you’d ever seen anything hotter.

“Look at what you’ve done to me, baby girl,” he pointed at his already half hard cock, causing you to giggle, “I hope you’re not tired.”

“Wide awake,” you promised, reaching over and grabbing his cock, starting to jerk him slowly, “you’ve worked so hard, Joey, let me give something to you.”

He looked at you to say something but you put a finger to his lips, and forced him to lie down on the bed. You took your time to kiss him, making him the same as he did to you while jerking him off. You kissed along his collarbones, and neck, finding his sweet spot with almost no effort and he bucked his hips into your hand.

“Who does this cock belong to?” you turned the tables on him, seeing him at your complete mercy.

“You,” he choked out as you kiss down his chest, making sure to press you breasts against him. It wasn’t going to take long for him to cum again, but you had a plan for that, “baby-”

“My turn,” you interrupted him as you straddled his hips and slowly lined him up at your entrance. You slowly sunk down on his cock, moaning at the feeling of him filling you up again. You leaned down and kissed as you started to slowly grind yourself on him, and placing his hands on your breasts, “I’m gonna give the best ride of your life.”

“Shit,” he groaned as you slowly started to bounce on his cock, “why haven’t we done this sooner?”

“I guess I just need to try out a few boys before I got a real man,” you teased, moving in time with the light thrust of his hips, “Ben who? I only know Joe.”

He leaned up and moved his mouth onto your breast, sucking and nipping gently, “who do you belong?”

“You.”

That was all it took before the two of came undone again, repeating each other’s names like it was the only thing either of you knew.

[plus-size-reader]

More than F.R.I.E.N.D.S

Joey Tribbiani x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1400 words

Warnings: none 

Summary: Being really awkward around Joey after you realize you have a crush on him and not knowing what to do

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You and Joey had been best friends all your lives. 

As you got older and branched out, you made more friends and turned your twosome into a whole gang but nothing could change how close you and Joey were. 

You had just been inseparable since you were in middle school, when you started getting bullied and he stuck up for you. He took care of you and nothing was ever going to change that. 

However, that was all it was. 

You were best friends, and that was it. Joey had always been a hit with the ladies and had no trouble getting any woman that he wanted...it just so happened that long list of women didn’t include you. 

For most of your life, that had been fine. You never saw Joey as anything more than a big brother-esque figure until recently. 

For whatever reason, you had started seeing him in a different light. Lately, he was being really sweet and attentive, in a way that he never had been before but that wasn’t the worst of it. 

You were supposed to have a date with some guy you met at the cafe but he’d called at the last minute and cancelled on you. It wasn’t the first time that it had happened but it still broke your heart. 

You had been so excited. 

Every single one of your friends knew it. You had called Monica earlier that day asking her how she should act and Rachel had helped you pick out an outfit.

You’d thought of everything but it was all for not now. All your planning and excitement had gone to waste and while Joey didn’t know about the date at first, it was clear that something was wrong when he walked in the door. 

Usually you were listening to music, or watching movies when he got home but today, that wasn’t the case. 

You were sitting in a ball on the recliner, wearing one of Joey’s old jerseys and sweats. Something had clearly gone wrong but he had no idea what it was. He rarely saw that frowny face but as soon as he walked in, he knew something had to be done. 

“Oh no, what’s wrong squishy?” he cooed, rushing over to your side, calling you by your childhood nickname. You had always hated it when the other kids called you that but Joey changed it all. 

He turned that awful nickname into something that made you happy and was almost always followed up by a giggle. 

“Daniel bailed on me” you huffed, retreating further into your blanket burrito, finding it hard to believe that this was all going on. You really liked him but for whatever reason, he just didn’t want to go out with you. 

...It was hard not to be hurt by it. 

You could have expected any reaction out of Joey at this point but even you were baffled by what came out of his mouth next. 

“Get up, we’re going out” he ordered, reaching a hand out to you without missing a beat. You couldn’t believe what he was saying but you knew better than to argue. 

Joey didn’t often make demands, but when he did, you couldn’t help but want to do as he asked. Joey had only ever wanted the best for you and he wouldn’t make you do anything if you didn’t want to. 

He cared about you so much. 

“Going out? I don’t wanna go out” you grumbled, you weren’t even dressed in real human clothes, not to mention that you weren’t in the mood to face other people. 

You just wanted to stay in your blanket roll all night and not do anything else. 

...Was that really too much to ask? 

“Come on, I’m gonna take you out to dinner” he repeated, urging you to do something about what he was suggesting. You were clearly really bummed but if there was anything he could do about it, he would. 

That was the nature of Joey’s bond with you. 

You got that, but that didn’t change the way you were feeling right now. You weren’t in the mood for dinner, but maybe you weren’t in the mood for a dinner date.

Dinner with Joey wasn’t anything like a date, something you’d learned over years and years of experience. 

“Fine, but I’m not changing” you huffed, deciding that getting all dressed up like you were going to for your date was too much work for right now. 

You weren’t in the mood, but Joey didn’t care. 

As far as he was concerned, you could wear a potato sack and you would look amazing. It was just the truth about you, and it had always been that way. 

“Doesn’t matter, we can go to the deli and get sandwiches” he grinned, honestly not sure what he was more excited about; you or the sandwiches. 

He loved both of those things...and to have both as once was incredible. 

In fact, he was so excited about the idea of dinner that he forgot all about what he was mad about in the first place. What kind of guy did Daniel think that he was? He had an amazing girl like you, and he was going to just ditch you. 

He couldn’t believe it. 

By the time you two got to the deli, there was almost no one there but that didn’t matter to either of you. To be honest, you were almost glad that the whole place was empty. 

“Hey Joey!” the manager yelled, his voice echoing through the entire deli counter, heavily familiar with the man in front of you. He had been serving him for years, and Joey basically kept this place running. 

...He loved his deli meats. 

“What’s up man? I’m here to get some dinner for me and my girl here” He tried, shocking you. You knew that it was just a figure out speech for Joey and that it didn’t mean anything but you couldn’t stop the fluttering in your stomach. 

You couldn’t help it. 

You never really thought about Joey talking about you like that but something about it felt right. For some reason, you wanted to believe it, even for just a second. 

No one else treated you like that and it was nice, even if only for the night. 

“Thank you for this Joe, It’s nice to spend time with you” you smiled, your attention paused on him fully as you sat. As far as you were concerned, tonight was going to be a waste but he had turned that all around. 

He was really good at that. 

However, Joey didn’t even really think much of it. It seemed like something you just did for someone you cared about

...And there was nobody Joey cared about more than you. 

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll always make time for you,” he assured, taking a big bite of his own sandwich. You two were good friends, and that meant a lot to him. 

If only Daniel had cared about you that much.

In fact, the more you thought about it, the more you realized...The more you realized that Joey was the only person in the world who had ever been there for you a hundred percent. 

It meant something to you. 

“Hey Joe? Have you ever been afraid to tell someone something, even though it’s really important” you wondered, after a few minutes, chewing on your bottom lip anxiously. 

This was going to drive you insane if you didn’t get it out, even if it was a bad idea. 

All he did was nod, maintaining eye contact with you as he ate, even though it didn’t require words. He didn’t need words to really communicate with you at this point in your lives. 

“What did you do?” you asked, resting your head in your left hand as you waited for some advice. 

The feelings you were having were driving you crazy right now, but how were you supposed to deal with them? 

You weren’t really in love with Joey were you? There was no way. 

Joey took a second to think, his hand on his chin. “You have to tell them,whoever it is, if it’s that important” he decided finally, as if it was that simple. 

...If only he knew. 

“Okay well, I think I’m in love with you”