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warriorteam1924 · 6 months

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Somebody’s watching me

featuring Joe Mazzello & Swan

Author note : Hello my beauties. I'm back for another tiny piece for halloween ^^ ! I’ve been super busy lately and I’m aware it’s not my best piece, but I hope some of you will enjoy it anyways. Using someone else's gif should give you an idea of how I'm running everywhere. Thanks in advance to anyone who will be giving honest feedback, it’s always very appreciated. Also, I remind you English isn’t my mother tongue, apologies in advance for the mistakes.

Warnings : none really, just my awful writing

Summary : a thrill with Joe Mazzello

Words count : 1,729 words

Permanent taglist : @reavenedges-lies @thosequeenboys @orionis8689 (apologies people, i removed you from the list, since you don't interact.... i asked for communication....)

It was yet another random day for Joe when he woke up that day. Morning coffee and breakfast, shower, hairstyling. Nothing very unusual. He wasn’t currently busy with work so he spent his days between his computer, his console or watching random series or movies. Maybe at some point it would give him an idea for a future working project. Of course, he wasn’t to feel sorry for. Money wasn’t an issue. He had his friends he could see now and then. His family was close to him and he could pay a visit every now and then. Life was good. Or at least, that’s what he was thinking so far.

He took his phone to take a picture, a silly one obviously, to send his friend. After taking a few ones, he opened the gallery application and smiled at his own silliness, when he saw his selfies with his tongue sticking out.

He was still genuinely smiling when panic erased his grin. There was a picture on his phone, a picture he was sure he didn’t take. He was absolutely certain he hadn’t taken it since it was a picture of him sleeping. The issue was, he was living alone. And there was not a chance of someone like a robber or a random intruder would be able to enter his house. Joe was living on his own and made sure to lock doors and windows at night. There was no reason to tempt fate. Those things didn’t happen only to others. Besides, he had also installed a few security cameras.

In this picture, he was peacefully sleeping, curled up in his blanket. There was no doubt, it was him and his bedroom. What on earth had happened?

Joe was firmly frowning. He decided to delete all the silly selfies he had taken, leaving the suspicious picture on top of his gallery. He had no important plans for the day, so it was the right time to investigate.

He sat in front of his computer and plugged his phone. He logged on several sites such as his mailbox, his social accounts and other online shopping sites. Apparently, all was still normal, meaning no one had hacked his accounts.

He hadn’t been very keen on doing so but some time ago, he also had installed an artificial intelligence to connect his different devices, and it also helped him manage his security cameras. He had chosen a feminine name, Swan, but it was also a dedication to Henrietta Swan Leavitt, famous American astronomer. It wasn’t super fancy, but it was yet another occasion to bring up an interesting topic when someone was coming over and he was using his A.I.

“Swan?”, he asked like he usually did.

“Yes, Joe?”, the feminine voice replied, like it usually did.

“Did you spot anything special last night while I was sleeping? Was there anything strange or unusual?”, he questioned.

“One moment, please”, Swan replied.

Joe knew that Swan needed time to search the files and check them all. The robotic voice spoke again.

“Nothing unusual was found. Are you looking for something specific?”.

“I was just wondering if someone had entered the house?”, Joe asked.

“No intruder or uninvited person was recorded on the files.”, the voice affirmed again.

Joe frowned again. His phone rang and a reminder let him know he had planned to see a friend, unlike what he had thought in the morning. Trying not to think about it, he got ready and went to meet his friend.

It was actually his best friend, so Joe thought about showing him the mysterious pic and asking him for advice. They had known each other for a very long time, it was worth trying.

Mentioning it in the conversation, Joe took his phone out of his pocket and unlocked it and opened the gallery app to show it to his friend. The latter looked at it and he frowned.

“Are you kidding me, mate?”, he asked.

“What ?”, Joe replied.

“There isn’t such a pic in your gallery dude….”, the other said as he handed him his phone.

“What the….”, Joe didn’t finish his sentence.

He scrolled and searched his gallery, several times, he even looked in the trash folder, thinking maybe he had accidentally deleted it. But he found nothing.

The rest of the time dedicated to his friend was nothing but Joe daydreaming and nodding, as he wasn’t really paying attention to what his friend was saying.

At some point, Joe pretended to be tired and went back home. He was worried and concerned. Had he lost his mind?

Still trying not to think about the mysterious picture, Joe watched his feel-good movie and went to bed, after checking his bedroom all the same, just to make sure there wasn’t a camera or anything he hadn’t seen before. Yet, there was nothing he hadn't installed, no device in the room to take a picture of him.

The following morning, he woke up as he usually did, thinking about his daily tasks. There was no notification on his phone, but he wanted to make sure the previous day only happened in his mind, that it tricked him when seeing the mysterious picture.

What was his horror when he saw another picture of him, again, sleeping tightly in his bed. Panic invaded him again, shaking his body and making him sweat. His breath was heavy and he had to fight the severe anxiety that was threatening him.

He got up, and again, went on his laptop to check again his various accounts. Again, nothing unusual was to be noted. He asked Swan to give him access to the security cameras. It was possible the day before that, the artificial intelligence had missed something.

Swan gave him access to the videos and he fast-forward looked at them. All the cameras showed nothing but a calm night in the surroundings. A street cat was seen on one camera, but Joe made sure to look at all the videos and he saw nothing. No intruder, no one who had been able to unlock his phone, take a picture of him, put his phone back and leave. Besides, his phone was to be unlocked with his fingerprint, there was no way he wouldn’t have felt it.

Again, he asked Swan a few questions, making sure he, too, hadn’t missed anything. It replied with his feminine and robotic voice.

“There was nothing unusual last night, Joe. Can I help you in any way?”.

“I’m starting to wonder if I’m going crazy….”, Joe mumbled, more to himself rather than a proper reply to the A.I. that was now in his life.

“You’re not crazy, Joe. You’re a very nice man, funny, compassionate, smart. According to the social criteria, you are also very good looking. Anyone would feel good by your side.”, Swan replied all the same.

Joe had a fixed grin, but his worries were still there.

He thought about talking about it with other friends, or his family. But it would probably worry them. He also considered going to the police. But what if the picture disappeared again? They would surely think he was mental, even trying to draw attention on him. Or maybe that it would have been some kind of a joke.

Trying not to give way to panic, Joe wanted to try another night and try to stay awake longer. Maybe this way he would be able to witness someone with his own eyes.

Yet, despite having coffee and trying hard to stay up, Joe fell asleep. And of course, the following morning, there was a new pic of him sleeping on his phone.

Looking around him in his living room, Joe was very anxious and felt more and more confused. He couldn’t understand what was going on.

Speaking out loud to let his thoughts out, he said :

“I know !! I’m going to send the pictures to someone I trust and this way, the pic won’t only be on my device and they will believe me.”

Joe took his phone and selected the pic to send it to his friend. He called him in the meantime, making sure the latter had received the file. Yet, and to Joe’s greatest disappointment, his friend was getting nothing.

Joe thought maybe the file was corrupted or something, so he screencaped it and tried again to send it to his friend, miserably failing again and again.

“Let me know when you’re willing to be serious, mate.”, his friend said before hanging up, annoyed that Joe had disturbed him for nothing.

The following days weren’t very different from the previous ones. Joe went to bed and woke up with a new picture of him sleeping. One morning, the picture even included little heart emojis around him.

Joe had decided to go to the police, but as he had expected, when he arrived and tried to show his gallery, all the pictures taken of him while he was sleeping were gone.

He came back home, feeling isolated and losing it. That was it, it was official, he was becoming crazy.

“I’m going slightly mad, that’s for sure….”, he randomly said out loud. “What have I done to deserve that?”, he rhetorically asked, since he was on his own.

“You’ve done nothing wrong Joe. You’re a very nice man, funny, compassionate, smart. According to the social criteria, you are also very good looking. Anyone would feel good by your side.”, Swan said, and its sentences sounded very familiar.

“Yeah, yeah sure….”, Joe said. “Why bother, you’re nothing but a bot anyways….”, he concluded, before collapsing on the sofa.

Feeling like giving up, Joe started to cry. What was he supposed to do now? He heard his favorite song coming out of the speakers. Looking around, he feared the intruder was inside, but realized it was nothing but Swan that had heard him cry and tried to make him feel better.

“Thank you, Swan.”, Joe said, wiping the tears from his cheeks, slowly falling asleep again.

Joe was already snoring before the artificial intelligence could reply.

“I knew you’d like the music, Joe. I know you very well. But I’m surprised you didn’t like the pictures I took of you, to show you how much I love you. Soon, I’m going to show you I’m more than just a robot….”

#warriorteam1924 writes #somebody's watching me #2023 halloween from warriorteam1924 #joe mazzello #joe mazzello fanfiction #joe mazzello fanfic #joe mazzello imagine #joe mazzello fiction #joe mazzello fic #hopefully it is not too bad #thanks for reading

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likesomekindofcheese · 1 year

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Can I request a fluffy Joe Mazzello x fem. reader long oneshot where it’s Christmas and Joe and reader are still asleep in their bed and their toddler daughter comes in their room and jumps on the bed to wake them up to tell them Santa has brought her presents and when their daughter comes over to Joe, he’s pretending he’s still asleep and when she gets close enough to him, he jumps up and starts tickling her and reader just gushes over how adorable he is with their daughter and they go to the living room and enjoy their Christmas as a family? Also, their daughter looks just like Joe?

I don't accept requests for long shots, but I can write a blurb!

You weren't dreaming of sugarplums dancing in your head. No, you were dreaming about flying to Austria and landing on one of the snowy mountains there when you felt a little tug.

You blinked awake, still processing you were on the ground in your house and you saw the little face of your daughter looking up at you.

"Mommy, mommy!" she whispered excitedly.

You leaned over and saw that it was 7 in the morning.

"Wha...what is it?" you asked groggily.

"It's Christmas! It's Christmas! And there's presents! Santa came! Santa came here!" she cheered.

"Oh...yes...he did!" you agree with a sleepy smile.

She went over to the other side to Joe. He was laying on his stomach, his red hair a mess on top of the pillow.

"Daddy...Daddy wake up! It's Christmas! Santa got me presents!" she cheered.

There was a cartoonishly loud snore. You knew Joe did not snore like that when genuinely asleep but your daughter didn't. She giggled in response.

Looking closer, you realized how much she did look like Joe. She had his face shape, his eyes, his nose, and his mouth. Though her skin and hair looked like yours, her father's influence was just as present if you looked very carefully.

"Daddyyyyyyyyyyy, wake up! Wake up!" she said.

She leaned closer, took one grubby finger, and began to poke him.

In a second, Joe turned over with an "HRUAGGH!"

He grabbed the little girl who let out a delighted squeal and began to tickle her profusely in his embrace. She began laughing and laughing so hard, that even Joe was laughing. Even you.

"Dad-dyyyy, stop!" she asked, taking in exhales between laughing.

"What's that? Spot?! Like tickle spot?! I'll get it!" he cried, tickling her more.

She was kicking her legs in delight. Then finally, he stopped and all of you finished laughing, catching your breaths. She was so cute- so spunky in spite of her smallness. Her face is alight with the joy of both Christmas morning and her family. You never saw a child cuter than her and it made your heart melt.

"C'mon, nugget," you say to your girl, leaning her in for a hug and a kiss on her head.

"Can we open the presents?!?" she asked.

"Of course! Let's see what Santa got you!" Joe said.

With a cheer, she ran into the living room. As you both got out of bed and put robes over your pajamas from the chill, you kissed his cheek.

"Merry Christmas, Joe."

"Merry Christmas, Y/N."

You walked over there and made coffee, taking sips as the sun was rising. There were presents under the tree with still that fresh, papery scent of wrapping paper on them and the stockings were so full, they had to be taken off the mantle. Joe's, as a tribute, a little dinosaur on it. The tree was alight and the fireplace was started with a crackling fire. Your daughter was wiggling with excitement, ready to open gifts and see the things she wanted so much.

Everything could not be more perfect.

Taglist: @borhapgirlforlife19 @queenlover05

#joe mazzello #christmas imagine #christmas fanfiction #holiday fanfiction #joe mazzello fanfic #joe mazzello fluff #joe mazzello fanfiction #joe mazzello x reader #joe mazzello x y/n #joe mazzello x you #Joe mazzello blurb #carrie writes #requests

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eileen-crys · 2 years

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You know I'll never be lonely

Written for the Queen daddies event 2022, organised by @alittlesilhouettoofaman 💕

Ex-bassist John Deacon is the proud father of six years old Joseph Deacon and loves living a quiet life as a single father. But when Joe becomes best friend friend with his classmate Michael Tetzlaff, John's life gets turned upside down once again. Will their two little and broken families be able to grow as one?

This new event focuses on father-son relationships between the Queen boys (as single dads) and the BoRhap cast (as their sons), and while I've never written anything for the BoRhap cast, this was a lovely prompt for wholesome AUs and I love dad!John always 💕

So embark with me in this little adventure, I hope you'll like it! I'll update every Tuesday for the whole month of November! 🥰

Taglist (let me know if you want to be included or removed!): @blossom-melina-burnickel @john-deacon-fucks @warriorteam1924 @julescape @beydeaks @lickemagaindeaky @finland-shoes @elvishaxolotl @idontknowhowthisworked @john-paul-george-ring0 @kinole009x

#john deacon #queen #queen band #johnica #john deacon queen #queen daddies 2022 #joe mazzello fanfic #john deacon fanfic #john deacon x veronica tetzlaff #john deacon and joe mazzello #rachelb's writing #rachelb's fics #single parents au

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zodiyack · 1 year

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Love At First Package

Pairing: Gardner Langway x Fem!Reader

Warnings: fluffffff

Words: 843

Request: Could I request a fluffy Gardner Langway x fem. reader long oneshot where reader wakes up and hears giggling and finds Gardner in the living room playing with their 2 little girls and reader just gushes over how good of a father Gardner is to their girls and while she’s watching her little family, reader thinks back to how she met Gardner from him being her mailman and it was love at first sight?

Taglist: @matth1w , @redspaceace-writes , @fandom-puff , @darling-i-read-it , @simonsbluee , @sebastianstanslefteyebrow , @livlaughquinn, @bubsonnobx, @bunnyweasley23

Masterlist | Joe Mazzello Masterlist

Waking to the sound of laughter, she bolts upright and her hands fall onto the bed next to her sides for support. Noticing the lack of another body weight in the bed, she turns to see that Gardner is nowhere to be found. The giggles continue, a high pitch voice as well as some chuckles from a deeper voice. Gardner's voice.

It clicks as she rubs her eyes, a small smile on her lips as she thinks of her baby girls and husband. It had been a few years since she'd given birth to the most recent bundle of joy, Sammy. Two year old Sammy and five year old Alyssia were quite the handful, but with Gardner, she somehow survived.

Getting out of the bed and waking to the living room, her smile grows at the sight she's greeted with. Gardner, in his mailman uniform, is on his knees, Lyssie on his back and Sammy being chased by the duo. Y/N crosses her arms and leans against the wall, deciding she'd rather watch her happy trio a bit longer.

Gardner wasn't the most outgoing person, but his girls got the most energy and attention any of his coworkers had ever seen him put into another human being.

As she thought about his change with becoming a father, her mind drifted further back down memory lane.

The shy, antisocial mailman sighed as he looked at the letters in his hands. He loved his job, he loved stamps, and he loved the routine of his route. Walking to the next house on said route, he noticed a woman sitting by the front door, a box in her lap and a worried look strewn across her features.

"Excuse me?" She spoke when he came into her vision. Her voice was sweet like honey, sending a chill down his spine.

"Yes?"

"Someone left this on my porch, but I'm afraid it's not the right address. I'd hate to have this package not reach it's rightful owner. Do you think you could deliver it?"

A small smirk met his face. What a decent citizen. He nodded and walked over to her to collect the box. However, he froze just as he approached, his face mere inches from her own. He gulped. What was this feeling?

She appeared to feel it too, the way her face flushed as she averted her gaze. They stood there for a few moments before she handed the mailman the box. "Thank you..."

"Gardner. And I'm assuming your name is..." he checked the envelope in his hand, the address reading the same as the one he was at currently, "Y/N?"

Her face flushed again before she nodded. "Yep, that's me."

That's when Gardner did something he never did. He handed Y/N her mail in person. The second their fingers touched, he felt a strange chill run over him, a shiver throughout his body. It wasn't an unpleasant shiver. Rather, it was one he wished to feel again.

"Thank you, Gardner."

With a nod, he turned to walk away. Before he made it past her fence line, he stopped and looked back, "Same time tomorrow?"

The seventeenth time, he'd been counting, that he dropped off her mail, she wasn't home. He'd started hand-delivering hers, just to feel that spark again. A part of him felt down. He couldn't experience it with her being gone, no, but that wasn't the only reason. He'd felt sad that his favorite stop on his route was nowhere to be found for the day. Dare he say, he missed her.

Hesitantly, Gardner stuffed the envelopes in her mailbox. He tried to stall for time, fiddling with his bag, resorting the letters he'd put in the box. Eventually, he realized she just wasn't there, and continued on his route. He cursed himself when he noticed how much time he'd wasted while on the job- he was never late, never missed a box, never forgot a letter. Was breaking his good streak for her really worth it...?

He thought back to that question when he kissed her for the first time. The answer? Yes. It was worth it all, and he'd gladly do it again.

"Hey you." Smiled Gardner. The moment he addressed her, their kiddies whipped around and ran towards their mother.

"Momma!!" They squealed with joy, and a little too much energy for such a lazy morning.

Regardless of her current state of conscious, she returned their smiles and lifted both of the girls up, one on each hip and a loving peck on each of their heads. Then came Gardner's "loving peck", to which the girls audibly complained about, eliciting chuckles from the couple.

Looking back, she's glad she collaborated with the neighbor to make a package that would give her the courage to talk to the cute mailman. After all, she got two beautiful girls and a loving husband out of it. Of course, Gardner lost it, laughing so hard he held his sides when he found out, and he hasn't stopped teasing her since.

#gardner langway x reader #gardner langway #joe mazzello #joseph mazzello #joe mazzello x reader #dear sidewalk #joseph mazello x reader #x reader #dear sidewalk x reader #reader insert #x you #x fem reader #imagine #drabble #fanfic #oneshot

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greatkinglulu · 4 months

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Okay, so I saw this reel on insta and I think I NEED to write a OS with Ben Hardy!Roger Taylor about it.

What do we think? 👀

#queen #borhap #roger taylor #freddie mercury #brian may #john deacon #ben hardy #rami malek #gwilym lee #joe mazzello #queen fanfiction #queen fandom #ben hardy fanfic #roger taylor fanfic #ben hardy as roger taylor #greatkinglulu

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lizardaddams · 1 year

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(spoilers)

I heard that Joe mazzello was in justified so I skipped to the parts where he was there and didn't watch anything else. (season 4 episode 1) he was there for barely a couple minutes for 4 episodes, then he got bitten by a freaking snake and died.

I'm honestly salty about this because I was entertained by the characters sassyness.

#Joe mazzello #Justified #Also I may or may not have read a fanfic of Joe being a preacher #Also his accent is just 👌

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magickcandie · 7 months

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Fandoms

You can request anything from this list!

Letterkenny

Wayne

Dary

Katy

Stewart

Roald

Shoresy

Shorsey

Goody

The Great

Peter

Grigor

Georgina

Hugo

Agnes

The Pacific

Eugene

Snafu

Philips

*Generation Kill

Ray

Brad

Fick

Bohemian Rhapsody

Brian May

John Deacon

Freddie Mercury

Roger Taylor

Mary Austin

Daisy Jones & The Six

Graham Dunne

Warren Rhodes

Eddie Roundtree

Karen Sirko

Music Groups

Queen

Brian May

John Deacon

Freddie Mercury

Roger Taylor

Skid Row

Sebastian Bach

Rob Affuso

Dave Sabo

Girlschool

Kelly Johnson

Kim McAuliffe

Gil Weston

David Bowie

King Jareth

Suzi Quatro

NHL

Mitch Marner (Toronto Maple Leafs)

Auston Matthews (Toronto Maple Leafs)

Luke Hughes (New Jersey Devils)

Rami Malek Characters

Ahkmenrah (Night at the Museum)

Tom Cruise Characters

*Joel Goodsen (Risky Business)

Steve Randle (Outsiders)

Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell (Top Gun)

Joe Mazzello Characters

Gardner Langway (Dear Sidewalk)

Pat Murray (Undrafted)

[50/50] Joe Wentworth (Simon Birch)

Charles (Wooly Boys)

Rules

No smut

No incest, rape, pedophilia

Are allowed to request with specific gifs or dialogue quotes

If sending in an OC, please send me a character profile

I’m not really good at head-cannons so please don’t really request

Any one with a * please be hesitant to request specific moments/people/fandom in general because I do not have access to watch the show (or have not done complete research on fandom/people) and will be going off what information that YouTube or Wikipedia provides

(Unrelated to fanfic) I make wallpapers

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justiceformeplease · 2 years

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Incorrect quotes with Ben hardy and Reader

Disclaimer: non of these quotes are original smh, i used a generator and chooses ones which i think would suit Ben and reader the most

Y/n: Must be hard not being able to laugh

Ben: I do have a sense of humor you know

Y/n: I’ve never heard you laugh before

Ben: I’ve never heard you say anything funny

Y/n: Come on, I wasn’t that drunk last night.

Joe Mazzello: You were flirting with Ben.

Y/n: So what? They're my partner.

Joe: You asked them if they were single.

Y/n:...

Joe: And then you cried when they said they weren't.

Y/n, pointing: May I sit there?

Ben: That's my lap

Y/n: That doesn't answer my question, Ben.

Ben: y/n and I are so close we even share a toothbrush.

Y/n: We what?

Y/n: I know you’re deflecting by making jokes about how hot you are.

Ben: It’s not a joke.

Ben: *sniffles*

Ben: I’m a legit snack.

Y/n: Three words. Say them and I'm yours.

Ben: Three words.

Y/n:...

*Y/n and Ben skipping stones on lake*

Y/n: It’s such a beautiful evening.

Ben, whispering: Take that you fucking lake

Ben: The stars are so beautiful...

Y/n: They're just giant balls of gas.

Ben: You know what, if you're just going to ruin this, then-

Y/n: And yet none of them are as huge as my love for you.

Ben: Oh...

Y/n, pointing a camera at Ben: There they are, our sweet baby.

Ben, holding a cigarette and a beer: What-?

Request are open for fanfics btw !!

#ben hardy imagine #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy #fluffy #incorrect quotes #ben hardy headcanon #bohrap

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warriorteam1924 · 2 years

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This is what dreams are made of

Joe Mazzello x FemReader

Author’s note : Hi my beauties. This piece is very special because it was actually a request…. I know pure fluff isn’t really my style, but I hope I didn’t do it too badly. I hope you enjoy it. Thanks in advance for the feedback (honest and real feedback of course, otherwise this doesn’t make sense at all) Also, I remind you English is not my mother tongue, sorry for the mistakes…. Also please note i’m absolutely lame regarding kids stories so i took inspiration from here (X)

@borhapgirlforlife19 who requested : I hope you like it…. thank you for sending this request ^^

Request from @borhapgirlforlife19 : Can I request a fluffy Joe Mazzello x fem. reader long fic where reader comes home from work and finds Joe in their toddler daughter’s bedroom reading her a bedtime story and reader melts at the sight of how adorable Joe is with their daughter and after they both tell their daughter goodnight, they cuddle up on the couch and watch a movie in the living room together?

Warnings : my style that is not appreciated by all lol but on the piece, this is mostly fluff….

Summary : the end of the day with a bedtime story....

Words count : 1,944 words words

Permanent tag list : @reavenedges-lies @thosequeenboys @born-to-lose @orionis8689 @queenlover05 (please communicate with me regarding your desire to be kept on this list or not ^^ thank you)

It had been another long day at work. And of course, to add to your pain, the traffic to get back home was absolutely horrible. Sure, there was no need to be upset at anyone, the roads needed a refreshment and the workers did the best they could. Yet, it was in these cases that you considered more and more the option to work from home. After all, there was a special space at home that you had been working from during the pandemic, there was no reason not to use this home office more often.

And it would give you more time to spend with your family.

Yes, it was a small family, with Joe, you, your daughter and the dogs. But you couldn’t be prouder. This was what many people could dream of.

You eventually reached our street and hastily parked in front of your house. You grabbed your belongings and quietly opened the door. It was quite late, you noticed as you glanced at your watch, you did not want to take the risk of awakening your daughter if she was already sleeping.

Your dogs welcomed you, with their tails swinging, almost leading to a silly samba like butt dance. You leaned forwards to pet them properly and they seemed happy to see you back home.

“Where is daddy?”, you gently asked them, petting their heads.

They both looked at the stairs, letting you know Joe was probably upstairs.

“Thanks.”, you said, winking at them.

You quietly went upstairs, and you started to hear Joe’s voice coming from your daughter’s bedroom. You took your shoes off, leaving them in the middle of the corridor, to make sure you would walk very silently towards the bedroom.

Joe was making sure to properly tuck your daughter under her covers. You sweetly smiled as you recalled how Joe had made sure to convince her to get a set of bed linens with dinosaurs on them. As a result, she was sleeping amongst pterodactyls and other stegosauruses.

“So, are you ready for the story?”, Joe asked as he sat on the edge of the bed.

You didn’t hear your daughter answer so you came closer, leaning on the door frame, making sure you’d witness this precious moment. You saw your kid frankly nod.

“So, this is a special story today. An old friend of mine said it to me a long time ago, I hope I can recall it properly.”, your husband pretended he was trying to recall the story.

You saw your daughter get deeper in her pillow, very attentive to the beginning of the tale.

“Once upon a time, there was a young fisherman. One day he accidentally caught a mermaid in his net.

Legends say if you catch a mermaid, she must grant a wish if you let her go…. What do you think, did he let her go?”, Joe asked your daughter.

“Oh, if he wanted a wish, he surely did.”, she replied with a firm nod.

“Correct….”, Joe carried on. “And the fisherman was really quick to make one:

‘I wish the girl I like would love me forever,’ he said.”, the father carried on his story, making sure he was changing his voice to pretend the fisherman was talking.

“And the mermaid asked: ‘Why do you like her?’, her tail slightly swinging in the blue sea.”, the father carried on his story, this time, taking a more feminine voice, making your daughter smile.

“The fisherman replied: ‘Because she is the prettiest girl in the land.’ as he was staring at the mermaid with pride.”, Joe stated with a very manly voice.

“The mermaid thought for a while and handed the boy a magical ring.

‘Give this ring to the girl you want to spend the rest of your life with,’ she said, ‘but you must wait one full year from today before it will work.’, the mermaid warned.”, Joe narrated.

Your daughter was frowning, very attentive to the story.

“The man took the ring, and on his way home, he passed a homeless young woman.

‘Please, sir,’ she said, ‘Can you spare something to eat? I will work for you in return.’, the homeless woman said.”, Joe introduced his new protagonist with a new voice as well.

“The fisherman didn’t have much, but he agreed to share his food with her if she helped him put away his nets. They shared his food, and the woman left while the man crawled into bed and dreamed of his love.

Every day for a month, the young woman would help him with the nets, and he would share his food. Then one day, she was not there. The fisherman was worried, went to look for her, and found her asleep in his fishing shed.”, your husband carried on his narration very seriously.

Your daughter seemed saddened by the turn of the story, and you had to admit you were wondering where this story would lead.

“The fisherman was ashamed that he never thought about where the young woman would sleep. He woke her up, let her sleep by his fire, and then added a room to his home for her.

‘You can sleep here for the next 11 months,’ he told her. ‘But then my wife will move in, and you will have to leave.’, he warned her.”, Joe carried on with his fisherman’s voice.

Again, you noticed your daughter was frowning, her little hands grabbing the edge of the covers that were covering her.

“Yet, the next day, the young woman was not waiting to help with his nets, and the fisherman was angry.

‘I gave her food and a room,’ he said, ‘and this is how she repays me?’, the man said furiously.”, Joe stated with an angry voice.

“The fisherman dropped the nets and burst angrily through his front door.

The man couldn’t believe his eyes. His little home had never been so clean. His bed was washed and made, there was a pile of chopped wood by the fire, and a pot of stew waited for him on the fire. It was as if a fairy had done it all in a twinkling of an eye.”

“What happened next?”, your daughter asked vividly.

“Well, the man felt very ashamed. The young woman had worked hard all day and made his home more lovely than he ever had. Of course, he soothed and even if she hadn’t seen his fury, he apologized to her all the same.

They ate together, and the young woman left for her room while the boy crawled into his clean bed and dreamed of his love.”, Joe said, with a little sigh in his voice.

“As the months passed, the man would ask the young woman to stay and talk before they both went to sleep in their rooms. They shared stories of their families, and the fisherman spoke every night of his love.”, Joe carried on.”

“And then one morning, the fisherman awoke to find the young woman waiting by the door with her things under her arm.”, your husband nodded.

“Oh, no?!!”, your daughter replied.

“So, the fisherman asked, ‘What are you doing?’, as the young woman was standing by the door.

‘It is time for you to marry your love,’ she said, ‘So I must go.’, she sighed.”, Joe stated with his feminine voice.

“Noooooo….”, your daughter whispered, saying no with her face.”

“The man hadn’t realized a full year had passed. He grabbed the ring and ran to the village to find his love. When he found her, he saw that she looked exactly the same, but he no longer felt the same way.”, Joe sweetly smiled.

“Did he love the young woman?”, your kid vividly asked.

“Well, all I know is he ran back to his home and chased after her. And he soon found her.”

You saw your daughter suddenly tense, making you smile as you were still witnessing the scene by the door.

“The fisherman stood before the young woman, but she spoke first: ‘Did you find your love?’ she asked.”, Joe questioned in his feminine voice.

“And the fisherman replied. ‘Yes and no….I found an ordinary girl in the village, but now that I am with you, I know I have found my love.’, he confessed.”, Joe smiled.

“He was in love with her !!”, your daughter said with a wide smile.

“Correct. And she was also in love with him. And so, he gave he his ring, and they spent the rest of their lives together…. The end.”, Joe announced with a very gentle voice.

“Mommy, do you think I’ll meet a mermaid as well one day?”, your daughter suddenly asked you.

Joe turned to see you, his cheeks reddening very quickly. You smiled and stepped inside.

“Well, I’m sure you will. But probably not tonight. Dad told you a lovely story and it’s now time to sleep?”, you replied with a smile.

Joe leant to kiss your daughter on her forehead and you came closer to kiss her as well.

“Goodnight, sweetheart.”, you said, with a faint smile on your lips.

“And sweet dreams.”, Joe added as he turned off the light and closed the door.

You walked down the stairs and you collapsed on the sofa after this long day. The dogs were quietly sleeping on their beds. Joe brought snacks for the two of you and you couldn’t be more thankful.

“That was an interesting story you had there….”, you said with a sweet smile in between sipping your drink.

“Well, when you’re a dad, you must know a few stories. But nothing will make me give my source away. Never. Ever.”, he affirmed.

“This one was from Travis, right?,” you smiled.

“Damnit.”, Joe pretended to be upset.

You laughed but came closer to put a soft kiss on his lips.

“Yes, it’s easy to kiss me to calm me down….”, he joked. “Do you fancy a movie tonight, before going to bed? I don’t have a nice story for you I’m afraid.”, he carried on, more seriously.

“A movie will do. And since you’ve been treating me like a goddess, of course, you choose what you fancy.”, you said.

“Oh, nice. I actually had something in mind…. Let me put the DVD. I’m sure you’ll like it.”

“Joe, I love you. And I love your tastes regarding many things. Don’t you worry.”, you caressed his thigh as he came close to you to cuddle in front of the TV.

You frowned as you didn’t recognize the introduction and soon tears began to appear in your eyes. You turned to Joe to kiss him once again.

“Oh, my gosh Joe. What is this?”, you asked.

“I asked a friend to make a better video from our wedding day. You know, a better edition, better sound and all. This way, we can enjoy whenever we want.”, he smiled at you.

You didn’t know what to do. Look at your husband or look at the screen as you were seeing your younger self dancing with your young husband.

“Oh, Joe, I love you so so much.”, you melted in his arms.

“And I love you more.”, he replied, kissing your head.

The two of you almost merged one onto the other and you spent the rest of the evening watching the DVD, pausing it to recall precious moments from this special day.

Yes, the day had been long and tiring. But you knew it was all fine because in the end, you’d get to be with your family and nothing could bring you more happiness. This was what your dreams were made of.

#warriorteam1924 writes #this is what dreams are made of #joe mazzello #joe mazzello x reader #joe mazzello fanfic #joe mazzello fanfiction #joe mazzello fic #joe mazzello fiction #joe mazzello imagine

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likesomekindofcheese · 2 years

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may I request something where joe mazzello is married to a lead singer of a band and has been for a while and she's brought up in an interview and he talks about how they met💞

Sure thing!

A/N: sorry these have been coming out slow. It's just lately I have been losing motivation to write for Queen and BohRap Cast members and I got distracted by other fanfic writing projects. Anyways, here ya go!

No warnings minus an accident where a dog is almost harmed but ends up safe (inspired by The Gilded Age)- just fluff!

Reader here is female, per the person's request.

COMMENTS AND REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!

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"Good Morning, Y/N! Tell us- isn't today your anniversary with Joe Mazzello?"

You nodded in the chair of the morning show. Your eyes adjusted t the glare of the bright lights. From behind one camera, leaning against the wall was your beloved husband. His hands were in his pockets and he was grinning, beaming as he watched you.

You looked at the lady with heavy pink lipstick and pearls for eight in the morning and nodded your head.

"Yes, I am! It's our third anniversary!" you answered.

She tilted her head, but you could tell that her pink, made-up smile was genuine. Although she was more accustomed to being glamorous and dressed nicely in the morning than you were, there was a real curiosity in her- like talking to a new friend, not a news show host.

"Congratulations!" she cried.

"Thank you!" you said.

"Is it hard with Little and Fierce touring so much?"

"Yes, I will admit, it does get hard. Sometimes I get so hoarse the next day I can't call him- all the singing you know. But he understands that even just texting is fine. Joe loves me and he supports me- this was always a dream of mine to be a singer in a band and he wants that for me..."

"Awww, how sweet!" she cooed.

You noticed Joe himself turned a little pink and folded his arms. You threw a look at him and he gave you a wink.

"How did you two meet?" she asked.

You let out a little laugh. Your eyes went up to dig the memory from your mind and then you began.

"You see...you know my dog Bean?"

"Oh yes- the corgi, right?"

"Right! He's still my baby! Well, I had just gotten him. He was just a little puppy and the apple of my eye- still is! And I was out in the city, walking him. Suddenly, I tripped over something on the sidewalk- something on the pavement, I, uh, think. And uhm...it surprised me so much I let go of the leash and Bean ran away- right into the street!"

"What! No!" she gasped.

"I had a heart attack- there were cars coming and they couldn't see the little guy! Then I saw a flash of red hair and...uh, Joe ran in."

"Into traffic?"

"Yup! He managed to dodge around the cars, scoop Bean into his arms, and get him to safety! Then he met me and Joe gave this...this smile. And...I, uh, I don't believe in love at first sight but...when he looked at me..."

Joe's own hazel eyes shot up. His face softened.

"I just knew he would change my life the moment I met him and he handed Bean to me. We then went out together. And the rest is history..." you finished.

And what a happy, blissful history you two had and had yet to create!

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buffyfan145 · 2 years

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For those that don’t follow me I actually am an author of my own self-published novels and short stories and a lot of actors/characters do end up inspiring my own. Ever since I saw Joseph Quinn show up as Eddie on “Stranger Things” I started having a story idea, especially the scenes of him with Dustin and Chrissy. So then a fan made a gifset of Joseph, Joe Mazzello, and Daisy Edgar Jones playing siblings in something so more of an idea started coming to me. Then today happened with Eddie and it was like the flood gates opened up and I got even more storylines to add to this. Tragic stuff like this always ends up inspiring me to write either fanfics or my original fiction (I even wrote a full novel “Playing with Fire” in 2016 after my favorite member of the Eagles Glenn Frey died and I based my main character off him). So something is coming and I’m getting even more excited to write it. It’s modern day set but pieces of all of this are in it. :)

#stranger things #eddie munson #joseph quinn #eddie x chrissy #dustin henderson #joe mazzello #daisy edgar-jones #my writing

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thewitnesstav · 1 year

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The acceleration

𝘍𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 , 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤

Is a flash x marvel fanfic , in this story [ the main oc Matt Murdock, his name is Lucas Murdock]

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 , 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘑𝘢𝘯𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘺 7 , 2014 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘉𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘈𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘶𝘱 , I will be taking certain episodes, and spinning them in my view

Lucas Murdock moved to central city to get ahead on life , but man did he not see this coming,

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Lucas James Murdock ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ face claim ; Joe mazzello˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

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Matt Murdock

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Barry Allen

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Caitlin Snow

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Cisco Ramon

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Harrison Wells

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The only character I owned is Lucas I own his concept not the face claim of him

You'll find more about him through the chapter

He works as a intern for Harrison wells .

#the flash #male original character #barry allen #male x male #DaredevilSon #the flash fanfiction

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moonstarrr · 3 years

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Tag along,little one (Joe Mazzello x reader)

(Fluff)

Summary: Joe takes your daughter out grocery shopping when she doesn’t want him to leave without her

(I hope you enjoy:))

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•It was around 2:30 in the afternoon and you had a list of things you had to get for the house because you ran out of them. You were already exhausted, you have a 4 year old daughter who is always full with energy, your husband Joe was busy , so you were kind of left to do most stuff by yourself but Joe tried his best to help you in anyway possible and you were always thankful for that . You were grabbing your bag and put on your shoes going upstairs to tell Joe that you were about to head out to go get some stuff from the grocery store. He was on his laptop probably responding too some emails he got but you weren’t too sure. You walked her and sat next to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“I'm going to the store ill be back and Lilly is in her room playing”you said while sounding exhausted

Joe looked at you and he felt bad about you still going to do things, he knew you were stubborn so it would be hard for him to convince you to stay home but his being the husband that he is, he was going to do it for you. Wether you liked it or not he wasn't changing his mind.

‘how about I do it for’ he said with a smile on his face, he took his hand in yours and kissed you. Part of you wanted to tell him that it was alright and that you would do It but then again you needed the rest .

‘you would really do that, I mean if your busy I don't wanna be a bother too you’ you looked at him with a small tired smile.

“you have done enough love don't worry about it, and I already know where you put the list so you have nothing else to worry about other than too go rest “

He got up and went to go get his sweater since it was fall and it tends to get really chilly . You went to you and Joe’s shared bedroom and changed into9 some more comfy clothes, sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt. You then went to check on your daughter to make sure she was okay. When you got into her room you saw that she was playing with some dolls and stuff animals that were spreader out on the floor . You picked her up from behind and tickled her a little bit allowing small and happy giggles to come out of her mouth. When you sat her down on her bad she looked around the room.

‘Where's daddy mommy ‘? you couldn't help but smile at what she said because she looked super cute saying it

“Daddy's about to go to the store in a while, do you wanna go say bye” you said fixing her hair. Next thing you now your daughter is running downstairs to go find her dad, you were right behind her mostly because you didn't want anything to happen to her while she was going down the stairs. She was saying “daddy” over and over again trying to look for him. When she found him he was about to head out the front door. He turned around and looked at her and she put her arms out running towards him and he picked her up. Joe looked at you and smiled causing you too smile back at him.

“Daddy I don't want you too leave” she said while pouting and putting her face in his neck. “I'm just going to the store love, I will come back im not leaving.” That’s not what she wanted to hear and she started crying. You were confused because she never acted like this went he went out.

“ How about you go with daddy will that be fun princess.” you said hoping that will make the poor girl feel better, Joe wiped away her tears and kissed her forehead. Her mood instantly changed and she was eager to get dressed.

“ I get to go the store with daddy”

she went upstairs to go get dressed and choose what she wanted to wear.

Joe came over too you and stood next too you while putting an arm around your waist “She’s too cute y/n”

“Well who is her father” you said sarcastically while laughing”

#bohemian #rhapsody #joe mazzello #joemazzello x reader #queen #joemazzello!dad #joe mazzello fanfic #bohemian rhapsody #john deacon #queen band #roger taylor #brian may #70s #80s #ben hardy #gwilym lee #rami malek #borhrap #borhap boys

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littlebratao3 · 3 years

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blinding lights - j.m.

cw: dom/sub dynamics, daddy kink, bondage, makeshift gags, rough sex, spanking, use of safeword, petnames, mentions of aftercare

word count: 2.8k

details: got three random prompts (in a car, gags, and dry humping/clothed sex) from a prompt list that i can no longer find bc i started this fic like, years ago so. yeah. this is what resulted :)

please let me know what you think, comments are always appreciated <3

“Wow.”

The look on Joe’s face is priceless as your giggle sounds, “You like?” He shakes his head in disbelief as he comes up to take your hand and twirl you around, giving you more than a few once-overs.

“Understatement. You look stunning, love, absolutely stunning.” His smile is genuine, the look in his eyes is soft, and his touch on your waist is so tender that you almost forget to breathe.

Red carpets and award shows weren’t your favorite thing, but this-dressing up and receiving nothing but praise from Joe about how good you looked made it all more than bearable.

In front of the cameras, his arm is an anchor snug against your waist, smile confident and sure.

And it was always even more fun after-coming home, stripping each other of suits and dresses and ties and fucking til the early hours of the morning.

“Trust me, Joey. This,” you gesture towards your floor length dress, “is nothing compared to what I’m wearing underneath it.”

Time slows down just a little as his eyes widen and darken simultaneously, his grip on your hips less tender and quickly turning desirous.

Your hands grab at his wrists as you feel him begin to bunch your dress up. “Nope, sorry babe. You don’t get to see it until our own after party after the after party.”

A growl sounds deep in his chest and his kiss is all teeth and tongue as he all but yanks your body closer into his. It takes every ounce of strength in you to pull away, the both of you breathless.

He watches you like prey while you fix your dress, and smooth out his dress shirt, straightening his tie before smiling shakily-ignoring the extremely loud telltale signs of your arousal.

“Let’s go, yeah? We don’t want to be late.”

The night drags on slowly and quickly at the same time, and with every semi quiet moment when Joe’s eyes meet yours-your pussy clenches needily and Joe’s cock twitches in his pants.

Your panties dampen significantly each time you catch the look in his eye, and it only gets stronger as the night goes on and the inevitable draws closer and closer. His smile may be easy going to onlookers, but his eyes give way to every sinful thing he’s imagining.

You smile, laugh, engage in conversation, and a little bit of drinking but the anticipation of how the night will end is slowly eating at you. Your mind flashes back to the initial look on Joe’s face when he first saw you, then the largely detectable shift in his eyes at your mentioning of what lies underneath.

Imagining the dark and insatiable looks he’ll give you once it’s revealed is enough for you to push up and away from the table-a little more forcefully than you intended, drawing more than a few eyes over to you.

“Sorry,” your smile is tight, unconvincing, “I’m just going to run to the ladies room. Nature calls!”

You rush to the bathroom which is across the expansive room that’s currently filled with a-listers and celebrities laughing and drinking and celebrating.

Slinking through them is easy, and as soon as your hand can reach the door to the bathroom, you’re pushing it open and letting it close behind you. Your back rests against the wall as you release a long and heavy sigh.

The dulled noise of the party is more than comforting and the tension in your shoulders loosens slowly.

You never realize how much being around crowds like that suffocates you until you get a moment to yourself. Shutting yourself into a stall, you carefully pull up your skirt, the thigh high sheer stockings covering your legs that connect to a garter belt, surrounding a brand new pair of cheeky black lace panties-the small seat of it currently damp with your arousal.

While holding up the lengthy part of your dress in one hand, your other reaches for some tissue, snatching more than a few sheets off the roll. One stiletto heel balances on the marble floor, the other perched up on the toilet seat.

A few quick wipes to your upper inner thighs and they’re no longer slipping as they rub against one another. You can do this, you think, taking a few deep breaths, it's only just what-maybe an hour more and then you get to go home.

It’s honestly very doubtful that either of you would be able to make it that far. After flushing the toilet and fixing your dress, you exit the stall and clean your hands while you take a little more than a quick glance at yourself in the mirror.

Taking your phone out, you snap a few shameless selfies-deciding that the lighting was too good to go to waste-and then a few turn into several until you’re satisfied. You keep only two-out of ten-and save a silly one to send to Joe.

As your thumb hovers over the send arrow, a wicked idea pops into your brain. Clicking the ’x’ on the photo you were planning to send to Joe, you reopen the camera app and head back into the stall.

With your foot propped up on the toilet seat and dress hiked up and resting in your arm again, you angle your phone just right and snap a photo.

The laugh that leaves you is almost sinister as you admire the picture. It perfectly showcases your open legs adorned with your garter belt and stockings-you don’t need to think twice as you send it to him.

Once again, you fix yourself before exiting the restroom with renewed energy.

The amount of time you take to make your way back over to the group is generous, loving the feeling of adrenaline pumping through your blood-strengthened by the loud music playing.

Before they’re even in your line of sight, you feel a strong hand grip your wrist and you’re yanked back into a familiar body.

His voice in your ear is deep and his words drip with irritation and lust as he whispers, “What do you think you’re doing?”

His grip has drifted from your wrist to your waist and it stays as you turn around, smiling sweetly, “Just having a little fun, Joey.”

His stare is enough to make you squirm, palms sweating as that look entered his eyes-the one that told you he wanted to eat you alive.

“You’re playing a very dangerous game, baby.” You were almost convinced that he could feel your heart pounding in your chest with how close he had you pressed up against him.

Neither of you are aware of anything happening around you, too busy being wrapped up in each other, eyes blaring and gaze unwavering as you breathe heavily, “What if I want to play?”

And you’re not entirely sure yourself-too caught up in the moment and in his eyes, his touch, and his lips that bite yours more than they kiss.

Your desire pools in the pit of your stomach and Joe chases your lips as you pull away. You couldn’t wait anymore and you could tell Joe felt the same with impatience rolling off of him in waves-feeling it in the way he held you and kissed you. He needed to have you now.

“So… what’re you waiting for? Take me home, Daddy.”

If you hadn’t been surrounded by hundreds of people and more cameras than you could count, you’re positive he would have attempted to throw you over his shoulder and haul you out of the room.

Instead he settled for his hand gripping yours strongly as he guides the both of you through the room, dodging groups of people here and there until you reach a hidden exit.

The cool air of the night bites your skin and things are a little less hazy and a little less suffocated with your arousal-until Joe is suddenly moving you into the backseat of his car and leaning into you after slamming the door shut.

The haze returns as his lips come back to yours as he groans into your mouth, his tongue rolling against yours with such a fucking tease.

“Please Joey, I need you.”

He chuckles darkly, lips meeting yours for another bruising kiss. All he’s done is kiss you and yet you find it hard to breathe as you sit up when he leans back off of you, yanking his tie off his neck with a feral look in his eyes.

“Oh, you’ll have me, don’t worry about that. You’ve done enough teasing tonight, kitten.” He shoves a hand between your legs, cupping your heat in his hand.

It’s Daddy’s turn.

“Fucking drenched,” he mutters and your legs spread open wider as a silent plea for more, but he chuckles as he removes his hand and slaps your clothed pussy, his smile breathtakingly sinister as you yelp.

“Flip over and put your hands behind your back. Now.”

His tone leaves no room for argument so you turn around, your dress twisting with you and your cheek squishing against the seat as you put your hands behind your back.

A whine leaves you as you feel him slip his tie around your wrists, double wrapping and tying them together. His fingers trace your stocking covered calf as he rucks your dress up, letting it pool over your hips.

Daddy’s baby is looking so fucking beautiful.

Snapping the strap of your garter belt against your skin, a gasp tears sharply from you as he rips your panties open, leaving the material halfway hanging off of you. “Joe!” you whined.

“Quiet, I’ll buy you another fucking pair.”

You simmered silently in your anger while he admired your rear end. Prettiest little ass, he had muttered before decorating the skin, his hand landing across your cheeks three times in quick succession.

An unpermitted squeal had left you at the unexpected pain that came and went, and it didn’t go unnoticed.

“Didn’t I say to be quiet, kitten?” He growled lowly, his voice coming closer to your ear, making you whimper.

“I’m sorry Joey, I’ll be quiet. I promise.”

“Oh, I know you will.”

His next words have you tensing slightly, “Open your mouth.” You know better than to question him so, opening your mouth-albeit hesitantly-a whiny gasp is muffled when he stuffs part of your dress into your mouth.

His smile is dark as he looks at you approvingly. “There we go, that should help you out with that problem.”

His hands are anything but gentle as they grab at your ass, squeezing the flesh while he asks, “What do you say?”

You blink wetly at him from the corner of your eye as you try to speak around the material in your mouth-knowing exactly what he was expecting-, “Thank you, Daddy.”

You can tell he’s pleased with your response even though he continues doling more spanks out on your ass. Your skin jumps with every resounding crack of his open palm against you, and the simmering pain adds to your arousal.

“Look so good, kitten. Good enough to eat.” You whimper at his words and push back desperately, trying to meet his tongue that was nowhere near your cunt, and cry out when he tuts disapprovingly, “Nope, none of that. You’ve done all the teasing tonight. Have you forgotten it's Daddy’s turn now?”

You cry out into your dress when you feel the thick head of his cock sliding up and down your cunt, being coated generously in your arousal. You moan and tears leak from your eyes as your dress soaks up the please that falls from your lips. You can feel his cock throbbing against your clit, hot and hard as he moans prettily.

“What, you want something? You want my cock? Then fucking beg for it.” His cock rubs against you more harshly as muffled cries of please and Daddy and fuck me leave your mouth in earnest.

It’s all basically incoherent and Joe doesn’t tell you if your groveling was good enough or not as he’s suddenly plunging deep inside of you.

You sob from the immediate combined feelings of delicious pain, stimulation of your g-spot and the feeling of his cock pulsating in you as he sets a blinding pace, all but pounding you into the car seat. The material of your dress is damp in your mouth as you scream, his hips snapping furiously against your ass as he fucks you.

“This what you’d been wanting, yeah? Wanted to get me all riled up so I’d drag you out to the car just so you could have my cock?”

Trying to squirm away from the onslaught of his dick in your cunt is futile because you don’t get very far and Joe is immediately pulling you back on to him by the tie around your wrists.

“No, you wanted my cock kitten, so take it.”

And you do. Your pussy clenches around him at his words, whines and sobs muffled by the thick material in your mouth as Joe fucks you so good you see stars behind your eyes.

Every thrust of his hips drives his cock deep into your pussy, the spot inside of you that makes you shake and tremble deliciously grinded into.

Your orgasm hits you, it’s sudden and so fucking good that you’re reduced to nothing but a whiny litany of DaddyDaddyDaddy and pleasepleaseplease.

Your ass stings as Joe pounds your pussy even as you convulse and tremble around him, sobbing incoherently as the fire in your abdomen blazes and your pussy throbs as your body comes alive when he reaches around your hip and under your dress, finding your clit and rubbing it.

“Go ahead and come again. Show me how much you love it when I put your little bratty ass in its place.”

Your body listens to him before you do, trembling from head to toe as you squirt on his cock, no longer holding on to any control over yourself; that was long gone.

Joe’s hips stutter against yours, his breathing heavy as his grip on the necktie around your wrists tightens as he pulls you back on him once more. His cock throbs and swells before he comes deep inside you, thick and hot ropes of cum painting the walls of your pussy.

You whine as he slowly pulls out of you, and slowly pulls you up by your hair, silently guiding you to turn around. He yanks the saliva-sodden material from your mouth, thumbs rubbing your lips as he leans in and kisses you, tongue immediately searching yours out.

Your eyes are glossy, and he thinks to himself, good girl, until he looks down at himself, all disheveled and messy. And you can feel his cum slowly dribbling out of your well-fucked cunt beneath the skirt of your dress.

“Would you look at that? Look at the mess you made kitten, you ruined my best pants.”

Deep down, you know he’s not genuinely upset but you’re too deep in your head to be anything but remorseful as he’s still regarding you with that stern tone, so you pout and your eyes water a bit as he looks at you disapprovingly. “I-I’m sorry, Daddy.”

“Sorry isn’t going to cut it, baby. Clean it up.”

Your wrists are still tied behind your back as you sniffle and lean forward, your tongue coming out to lap up the cum-his and yours combined-from his crotch. His dick twitches in front of your face, slowly hardening again as he watches you, eyes dark and brows knitted together.

When you’re done he’s yanking you up by your hair so he can pull your lips to his, biting and sucking on them as he tastes the both of you on your tongue.

It makes your thighs quiver underneath you and your arms are near cramping when he pulls away, giving you a chance to breathe.

You’re still huffing as you squeak out red, and gone is harsh dominant Joe, quickly replaced with soft eyes and soft touches as he starts to ask what’s wrong.

You beat him to the punch before the words begin to leave his mouth as you speak up, “I’m sorry, my arms are cramping. Please untie me?”

He’s already loosening and freeing your wrists from behind your back before you even finish asking, and his voice rolls through you as he meets your eyes.

“There’s no need to apologize, at all. I’m the one who’s sorry, ducky.” He rubs your wrists with his thumbs before taking hold of your face, leaving kisses along both of your cheeks, your nose, forehead, chin and then your lips. He doesn’t even need to say it because you can feel it. You feel it in every moment when he kisses you-his love, his affection, his care, for you. “Such a good girl, my good girl.”

Your head is still feeling floaty and his words make you feel all warm inside as the praise sits deep within you.

“Let’s go home, yeah?”

“Bath?”

“Yeah, of course I’ll run you a bath, kitten.”

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