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whore-ibly-hot · 10 months

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Yan!Farm-boy x Reader

'City Boys ain't worth nothin'

18+ Minors DNI

Warnings: Smut, NON-CON, mentions of exs, p-in-v sex, mentions of religon, mentions of conservatives, bondage, mentions of marriage, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of divorce, female and male genitalia, female reader, pet names, sub-par writing of southern accent.

(AN: Had fun with this one!)

Sitting on your porch, you sip from a cup of sweet tea provided by your lovely Aunt May, when you hear the sound of a truck approaching. A cloud of dust can be seen flying up from the dirt road as the beaten-up yellow pick up from the McCall farm rolls up the edge of your aunt's driveway. A freckle faced, redheaded boy parks the car, and hops out, his face and arms already red from having been working in the sun all day. You huff, but call out to your aunt. "Aunt May! That McCall boy's here!" You yell, a twinge of annoyance in your voice.

Ever since your parents split up, you moved from the city to live with your aunt May in this godforsaken hick town. You've always seen yourself as a city-girl, and just the thought of spending even a month on some dusty farm in the middle of nowhere made you want to gag. Despite the fact you've been here for several months now, the feeling has not gone away. Aunt May is nice, but you miss your friends, and you would rather die than go to another country-bumpkin harvest festival or Sunday service. Your predicament isn't helped by Joey McCall, the youngest son of the McCall family. From what you've gathered, the McCall's have been the largest family in this county for years. While not necessarily rich, they are well-known as salt-of-the-earth people, always willing to help. The McCall family has six kids, with the oldest four already married and starting their own families in the county. It seems that's Joey's goal too.

Everyday, even before you arrived in town, Joey was hired as a farmhand for your aunt, tending to animals and mucking the horses. He took pride in his work, and it only furthered his position as a town darling. When you arrived, despite your arrogance and clear disgust at your new life, he feels that you just need to see how great it is to live in a community like this. Joey hadn't really ever felt anything serious for the girls from town, and some would even say he didn't seem like the romantic type. This was far from the truth, as it was plain as day what he wanted when he would go doe-eyed at the preachers sermons on marriage, and god's purpose for it. He hasn't relented since he met you. Flowers, offering you baked goods, offering to do your chores, whatever you need to get him on your good side. Frankly, you can't stand him. It's not that you hate him persay, but you want nothing to do with this community of red-necks, and you would NEVER sink so low as kissing one of these country bumpkins sons.

Joey hops up the porch with a grin, adjusting the strap of his overalls as he approaches you. 'Aunt May, please hurry up and give him his chores already!' You think, trying to suppress rolling your eyes. "Mornin', stranger!" He teases. "It's a nice morning, sun's not too hot neither..." You nod, trying to simply wait out the conversation. He waits for you to speak, and when you don't, he sighs, but is happy to do the talking. "I'm glad I ran into you, I hadn't seen ya the last few times I visited. I-I sure hope you're not avoidin' me!" He laughs awkwardly, his grin faltering a little when you don't deny that this was your intention. He clears his throat, and quickly turns around, grabbing something from his back pocket. He thrusts his hand out, and a bundle of mixed flowers and weeds rests in it, still covered in dirt. You look disgusted at the half-dead bouquet.

"I don't want that." You say. His hand shakes a little, and he rubs the back of his neck with his free-hand. "Yeah, I understand. I was actually riding Maisie this morning, and by the time I saw these out in the field, she'd trampled right over em' with her hooves." He tosses the bouquet away over the porch, and it falls apart immediately upon impact with the ground. "It was stupid a' me to think ya'd like em'. Worth a shot though!" You open your mouth to retort, but before you can your aunt finally comes to the porch.

"Mornin' Ma'am!" Joey greets, and she responds sweetly, before pointing out a few things round the farm from her spot on the porch she'd like him to get done. He nods, and after grabbing the toolbox he'd always leave by the stairs, he sets off. You decide you've had enough off outside for today, and head back inside, placing your now empty glass on the counter.

Several hours go by, and as you flick through the channels on the tv, (most of which are static due to the terrible signal out here), you hear your aunt call you from the kitchen. As you enter, you can see she's finishing preparing lunch, a salad bowl to her left and a knife in her hand. Her free hands steadies some lettuce on the cutting board. "Hiya kiddo', how's your day been so far?" She asks. You don't hate your aunt, and lie to protect her feelings. "Fine. Just fine." You lean against the counter. "That poor McCall boy has been out there all mornin', hasn't even come in to ask for a glass of water." She sighs. You roll your eyes. "Be a dear and bring him this sandwich, would ya?" You want to say no more than anything, but when your aunt raises her brow and gives you that look, you quickly take the plate and scurry out to the barn.

As you approach, the sound of hammering and heavy breathing can be heard. As you enter, you see Joey trying to patch the gate on one of the horse-stalls. It seems he sent the horses out into the field, as the barn is empty save for you and him. "My aunt wanted you to have some lunch." You say coldly, placing the plate on top of a turned-over bucket which you considered to be the only place clean enough for it. Joey looks up, eyes wide in appreciation. "Well, thank ya' very much! I'll admit, I've been getting might hungry sittin' out here tryna' fix this darned gate." He huffs. He thinks it's a problem with the hinge. You let out a 'hmm', in response, and begin to leave, when Joey abruptly hops up and grabs your wrist. As soon as he sees your face change to one of disgust and shock, he recoils.

"Sorry to spook ya', I just wanted to ask you something before ya' ran of like ya' always do..." He places the hammer down, and his hands come to fidget at his side. "There's a party being held soon, outside the church. It's a picnic on the lawn sorta' thing, we have one every year. It's a real big deal." You raise an eyebrow. "I guess what I'm tryna' ask is if you'd considering going with me? I could show ya' around, help you meet some of the other townsfolk. Hell' ya' could even meet my sisters! I bet ya'd get along swell." His smile become shy, his freckle disappearing into his skin as a bright red blush covers his face. He hopes you think it's just a sunburn. You sigh, and shake your head. "I'm sorry, Joey. I don't think so..." You say. He frowns, but quickly nods. "Nah, I get it. It's kind of a big event. Maybe we could start with something smaller, maybe just the two of us? Say- I know a real nice spot north of the creek, I could take ya down there, a-and we could-" You let out a loud groan, and stomp your foot.

"No, Joey! It's not that I don't want trampled flowers, or I don't want to go to some big event with all you hick's, it's that I don't want you!" You exclaim. His face falls immediately, that light in his eyes extinguished like squashing one of the fire flies you'd see in the fields on a hot evening. "What..." He mumbles, shaking his head a little. "I don't want to date some small-town guy, okay! I don't even want to be in this town. I have a life back in the city, where I belong. Shit, I've got a BOYFRIEND!" You yell. His sadness at your rejection falls for a minute, and he seems to freeze his panicked breaths. "Ya- Ya' gotta' beau already?" He asks, his voice trembling as he swallows heavily. "A beau? What the hell does that mean, some kind of country talk? Yes, I have a boyfriend, and a very handsome one from the city at that." You sneer, turning your nose up at the boy.

"He pretty?" Joey mumbles, licking his lips as his gaze falls to the floor. You raise an eyebrow at the odd question. "Yes, he's very handsome." You respond. "S' got a lotta' money?" He asks. You nod again, not bringing yourself to be able to speak at Joeys sudden change in demeanor. When Joey does finally look up again, his face is no longer blushing red, but red with shame and embarrassment. Tears prick at the corners of his eyes. "W-well, it ain't gonna work out. I know how boys from the city are. They only want one thing from girls... that's what the preacher says." He points out the barn door. "You know Peggy, from the grocery store? She went and ran off with a boy from the city once. H-he knocked her up and left her alone, no where else to go. She came back to town, and she eventually married my brother Samuel. She always says he's the best thing that happened to her. He saved her..." Joey whimpers, his fist trembling at his side. You scoff. "Please, boys from the city have plenty to offer-" He cuts you off. "MORE THAN ME?!" He yells, a sob cracking his voice. "Have you done it with your pretty beau? Has he made you feel good?" You gasp, shocked at his vulgar question. "I don't have to tell you that..." You exclaim. "I'm not asking, I'm tellin' you to tell me." His voice is now filled with an equal tone of contempt, though you don't think it's direct at you, but rather the image of your boyfriend he's conjured up in his head. "He has. We've had sex before, he was my first." You say, swallowing nervously as you try to stand your ground.

"Then lemme ask you one more thing..." Joey huffs. "Is he gonna' marry you? Get ya' a nice house, some pretty dresses, keep ya' safe?" You shrug. "Uh, we're only twenty, we don't need to think about that." Joey shakes his head. "Cause'... Cause' that's what I'd do for ya'. Get you a nice ring, somethin' to match all your pretty dresses and clothes from the city. I'd build ya' a house right on my ma and pa's land, make sure we're still close to the family, but still give us some privacy..." He swallows harshly, taking a few steps towards you. "But most of all, I'd make sure you were safe, safe from any city boy who'd try to get off in ya' and then leave." He's now only a few inches from you. "And I intend to do that." He whispers.

You gasp as his calloused hands grab your wrists, turning you around to face the barn wall. He frees one of his hands up and moves to the stall door he was working on, bumping it open with his hips and shutting it behind the two of you. "L-Let go you brute! Get off of me!" You yell. He rips the red patterned bandanna he usually wears around his neck to keep the sun off, and quickly shoves the cloth in between your pretty, soft lips. As you try to kick, your feet only seem to bounce off the boys firm chest. "That's one thing about us farm boys, we're pretty strong. Firm, ya' know?" He whispers. He forces you to turn over, and you sit on the floor of the stall with your back to the wooden wall of the barn. Joey fumbles around, looking for something. His hand brushes across a rough rope for leading the horses mixed into the hay of the stall, and in just a few moments your hands are bound up to a horse feeder, just above your head. You whine through the gag, tears beginning to fall down your face. He shakes his head.

"Nah, c'mon now... don't cry. It's gonna be okay, I promise ya'." He whispers, brushing away one of your tears with the pad of his thumb. "Don't be scared, I'm not gonna do anything that hurts ya', I just wanna prove to you how good I can be. I realise, I can give you all the things that I said earlier, but... but I know the one thing that city boys have given you." Your eyes widen when you understand his words. He smiles softly. "I know the pastor says we should wait till' marriage, but I kinda need to convince ya' to marry me, and I know now to do that I have to prove that I can give everything some city boy can, and more." His hand comes to rest on your knee, before he uses the palm of his hand to bunch up the fabric of your pink skirt, now smudged with dirt. "Sorry about the location, didn't want anyone to see us. I-I'll buy ya' another dress after this, one even prettier, okay?" He says. Hiking up your skirt, your trembling thighs are visible to him, and the sheer lace of your panties allows him to see you without even taking them off. "Wow, I've never seen something as pretty as this..." His fingers trace the top of the lace, brushing your outer lips slightly. Despite your fear, the contact with a sensitive spot makes you whimper through the makeshift gag. "Maybe I don't wanna get ya' a new dress, maybe I want to see ya' in more of these." He laughs a little, rubbing the back of his neck.

His rough hands try to pull down the fabric around your womanhood, though your resistance makes it hard. Eventually, he groans and simply rips the lace in two, tucking it into the pocket of his overalls. "Surely, since this is damaged now, ya' won't need it." He mumbles. He toys with just the fabric in his hands for a moment, his curiosity evident, before he turns back to you. "I'm gonna get a look at ya', okay? See what exactly a pretty girl like you is workin' with." He roughly slots himself in between your knees, making closing them impossible. His large fingers part your folds, giving him a full view of your moist, aroused pussy. He bites his lip, letting out what can only be described as whimper. "G-geez, darlin'. This is definently better than them' health videos they used to show us in the schoolhouse..." He sighs. Joey's face falls for a moment, suddenly insecure.

"I guess you'll be wanting to see me now, too." He removes one hand from your inner thigh, and unclasps the shoulder straps of his overalls. "I-I'll admit, I know there's a little more to all this, but I only really know the basics, so I'm gonna show ya' what I know how to do. Rest assured though, I'm a quick learner." He stammers. His hand is shaking, and it takes several seconds for him to even undo one button on his overalls. Eventually, they fall, resting just below his wait. He lifts his button up shirt slightly, revealing a pair of briefs, and a very prominent bulge. He blushes as he looks down at it, and your eyes widen at the size. "Y'know, I've never had to deal with these before I met ya'. But, sometimes I go home and thinkin' of you is the only way to get em' to go away." His face is even redder with shame. He pulls the briefs down, allowing his cock to spring free. It's thick, and veiny. Somehow, it's freckled, much like his face. He spits into his hand, shivering as he rubs it down his length. "Sorry I don't have something better than my spit. I know it's kinda' gross, but, we are doin' it in a barn." He pulls his hips forward a little, rubbing the tip of his cock against your entrance, which against your will is now soaked with arousal. "See, I've already got you wet, I can do whatever that boyfriend back home can do for ya'." He says.

"Listen, I know ya'd said you've had sex with him, but I know it can still hurt a little. So, I promise to be real gentle with ya'." He stroke your face with his free hand, and presses his chapped lips to your forehead in a tender kiss. "I'll never get over how much softer you are than me..." He whispers. He begins to hump his manhood against your entrance, biting his lips each time he angles away from you instead of penetrating. "Huh, this is a lil' harder than I thought..." He seems upset at the idea he is under-performing. He takes his hand, and with a solid grip on his member, he pushes the tip just past your hymen, making you squeak into the gag. Before he's even fully got the tip in, his legs are shaking at the feeling. "Oh... Oh lord..." He stammers, fighting the urge to put himself in you all at once. He musters all his strength to pull out, then go back in, just a touch deeper this time. After a few thrusts, he's almost bottomed out in you. Despite your shaking head, your pleas for him to stop, muffled by the gag, soon turn to wanton moans. He places his hands against your hips, allowing him to work himself in and out of you. "God, you're so wet, a-and it's tight... God, didn't know you'd be this tight." He shakes his head though, and leans forward. "Not bad though, not a bad thing, darlin'. You feel so good around me, do I make you feel good too?" In a moment of weakness you nod, prompting him to grin widely. He's so overwhelmed in the moment, from the pleasure and happiness, that his eyes begin to swell with tears. He quickens his pace, almost sobbing now. "My pretty darlin', taking me so well. Making me feel so good, such a good girl. Not city boy could give you what ya' need, not like me..." He huffs. He angles his hips up just a bit, so his tip smacks against a spot deep inside you.

At this, you practically convulse, making him continue once he notices your reaction. "I'll make you finish, don't worry. That's what a good beau does, makes you finish..." He groans, his pace now rapid as he hammers at that spot. Both you can him feel a coil forming in your stomachs, ready to burst. "Hah, I think I'm gonna cum to, you wanna' come together?" His minds fills with thoughts as he thinks more on this while chasing his high. "I already said I-I would marry ya', build ya' a house. We could add on an extra room, for a baby." Your eyes widen in panic at the thought. "Don't worry, I wouldn't leave ya' if you got pregnant from this. That's what that city boy did to Peggy, remember?" He moans. "I'd help ya' the whole way. Build our little one a crib, get them clothes, and I'll bet you'd still be beautiful, if your worried about that." He assures you. You can feel his cock twitching inside you, as as the coil inside you bursts, you feel yourself cumming around him. He gags, inhaling a breath at the feeling. Soon, you feel him convulsing to, a warm liquid filling your caverns as he groans. "God, you're milking me, taking all my seed. So good for me... C'mon baby, just let me stay in a little more, fill ya' up." He groans. After a few seconds, he finally pulls out, and pants, wiping some sweat from his brow. He makes sure to close your legs, wanting to keep in all the seed. He chuckles a little. "Y'know, I'm sure that seed'll take pretty quick... my dad says all the McCall boys are fertile..." He pauses .

"That's why I've got so many siblings."

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jordyn14 · 1 month

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Do or Drink | Joe Burrow

Summary: A little game night with Joe sounded like a good idea, but when the dares get a little risky, it’s impossible to resist Joe.

Pairing: Joe Burrow x fem reader// first person

Words: 3954

Notes: this fic contains smut, 18+ only please

Joe and I were currently downstairs. I was sitting down on the couch opening up a new box of cards called 'Do or Drink,' and putting the different colored cards on the coffee table in front of me. My legs were curled up onto the couch and when I set the last cards down on the table, I looked back at Joe to see him pouring us some Vodka behind our bar. Per my request, he added other things to the drinks so they weren't as strong. I wanted to feel the alcohol a little bit, but I didn't want to get drunk, especially because I knew this game would be fun. I watched as Joe poured the vodka into each of our glasses before setting it back down on the counter. After he picked up the cap and began to twist it on the bottle, he looked up at me and we made contact. I was leaning over the couch and couldn't keep a straight face.

My man was so hot and Joe knew it. He knew that every time we made eye contact, I couldn't stop my cheeks from flushing red. He truly knew that he was a hot person too and that confidence only made him hotter. "Joey hurry, I'm getting excited." I said with a smile as joe poured other things into the drink and started to mix it with a metal mixer. "Okay, okay, it's done." Joe said and picked both of them up. While he made his way over to me, I turned back around and started to read the directions over again. The game was simple. You pick up a card, read the little dare on it, which could range from PG-13 to very, very, inappropriate, and either choose to do the dare or take a shot. Instead of taking shots, Joe and I decided to just take a sip of alcohol because we didn't want to get drunk too fast, depending on how long this game went on for.

I looked up at Joe as he sat down right next to me and set down our drinks. I picked up mine and brought it closer to me before rubbing my hands together. "I really hope this is fun." I laughed a little bit and picked up a card. "Trust me, it will." Joe chuckled as he rubbed his hands together and sat back on the couch, starting to manspread. I flipped the card and read it out loud. "Call your ex and tell them you want to get back together. Do this, take two shots, or quit playing." I said and shook my head, going to grab my drink. "Damn, that was fast." Joe laughed and watched as I took a hearty sip of alcohol. I set it back down and watched as Joe picked up his. "I don't even know where that dick is now." I laughed a little bit. Joe flipped over his card and chuckled to himself a little bit, putting his hand over his mouth slightly.

"Oh my gosh what is it?" I asked. Joe continued to laugh before he took a deep breath and composed himself. "Open your front door and yell at the top of your lungs," Joe started to say but continued to laugh. I started to laugh at how much Joe was struggling to get whatever it was out, so I leaned over to read it myself. Joe Angled the card towards me and I started to laugh even more. "I love Anal. No way." We both laughed. While laughing, Joe leaned forwards and grabbed his drink. "Can you imagine if someone heard?" I laughed. Joe took a big sip and then set his drink down. "Yeah. Latest news on Joe burrow, Cincinnati Bengals QB, he apparently loves anal." Joe said, pretending to read a news article about himself. "Hey, you might get more male fans." I laughed.

Joe looked at me like I was crazy and then elbowed me slightly. "Okay, Your turn." He chuckled. I picked up a card and read it. "Ooh now this one I can do. Name the sexiest feature of every person in the group or drink 6 times." I said and out the card back down. "Well apart from the obvious." I said, hinting at Joe's dick. Joe chuckled as I looked over at him and made eye contact with him. I looked at his extremely gorgeous blue eyes. They were amazing. I looked at his hair and that curl that always hung on his forehead. I looked at his jawline, his perfect lips and nose. I looked down to his body and his legs. "This is impossible, I literally love every single feature on you." I said, finding it impossible to pin point my most favorite thing. "Come on, name one thing that you love most of all." Joe said.

I scanned him more before my eyes landed on his hands. Those hands were definitely one of my favorites, and right now, I knew that I needed to say his hands. "Your hands." I said. I looked at Joes hands and all of the veins that were so visible and trailed up his arm. Those long fingers which I loved to feel inside of me. Even those bracelets that he always wore which he's been wearing less often because he needs to wear a brace somethings. I tore my eyes off of his hands and up to his eyes where he was smirking down at me with that cocky look in his eyes. "Oh stop it, you told me to name one of my favorite features so I did. Your turn." I laughed and elbowed him this time. "Hey, I didn't say anything." He put his hands up in a surrendering manner and reached over to grab a card.

"You didn't have to, those eyes said everything for you." I said. Joe picked up the card and read it with a laugh. "Okay, I'm seriously getting the stupid ones over here. Deep throat your banana or take a shot." Joe said and looked at me with a less than amused look on his face. I started to pretend to get off of the couch, acting like I was going to go get a banana from upstairs. "Sit your ass back down." Joe laughed and grabbed my arm. I sat back down with a laugh and picked up Joe's drink for him. "Welp, drink up." I said and handed it to him. Joe took it with a little eye roll and a smile and took a big gulp of his drink. Joe wiped his lips with the back of his hand before setting it back down.

Since it was my turn again, I picked up another card. I read it to myself and was about to read it out loud but instead set the card down and faced Joe more so I could do the small dare. "Are you gunna tell me?" Joe asked me, raising his eyebrow. I brought my hand up to my mouth and slowly put my finger in my mouth. I began to suck on my finger very sexually while never breaking eye contact with Joe. As I sucked on my finger, Joes eyebrows both raised and he fidgeted in his seat. I smiled with my finger still in my mouth, knowing I was turning him on. Finally, I pulled my finger out of my mouth with a little 'pop.' I began to laugh a little bit as Joe clenched his jaw slightly and began to adjust himself in his pants, his cheeks flushing red from watching me suck on my finger. I knew he was imagining it was his dick.

Joe wouldn't take his eyes off of me, so to stop him, I picked up a card for him and handed it to him without reading it. With a small glare, Joe picked up the card and read it. A smirk grew on his face as he read it and then looked up at me and set the card down. "Karmas a bitch, get on your hands and knees." Joe said, the smirk only growing on his face. "What, why?" I asked him. When he only gave me a shrug and waited for me to get on my hands and knees on the couch, I reached over for the card, wanting to know why, but he quickly grabbed the card away from me and slid it into his pocket so I could reach it. "Get on your hands and knees." He said. My core began to throb just from him saying this and my heart beat sped up in my chest.

I really wish it said fuck the person in front of you, because right now, I was horny just like Joe was. Listening to Joe, I got on my hands and knees, unable to suppress my laugh at how silly this probably looked since we were both clothed. I heard Joe shuffle on the couch before his hands found my waist. I sucked in a breath at the initial contact, but that wasn't even the best part. As soon as he grabbed onto my waist, he pulled my hips back to him slightly, just like if we were having sex. As soon as he pulled my hips back and my ass came in contact with his waist, I could feel his boner pressing up against me. I let out a small anticipatory groan at the fact that we couldn't have sex and moved my hips slightly against him. Joe soon started to move his hips as well, sliding his clothes boner up against my clothed heat which by now was soaking wet. "Fuck." Joe said at the feeling of him grinding up against me.

I dropped my head a little bit, getting hornier and hornier every time I felt his rock hard dick press against my heat. Finally, I reached back and swatted Joe's arm away from my waist. "Joe you have to stop." I said. As soon as I said this, Joe released me and moved to sit back down where he originally was. When I finally got off of my hands and knees and sat down, we were both a little flustered, the both of us extremely horny. "Fuck." Joe chuckled and ran his fingers through his hair. I looked down to his crotch while trying to steady my breathing and saw the big tent in his pants. Reaching over, I grabbed a pillow and tossed it on his waist. Joe sucked in a breath at the initial contact and looked up at me all confused. "I'm already horny enough. I don't need to see your boner right now." I said.

The both of us chuckled before I calmed down enough to pick up another card. I hoped it wasn't another sex position card because I didn't know how long I could last for. "Why?" I asked myself as I read my card. Joe just waited for me to read it. "Take off 3 articles of clothing or finish all of the players drinks." I said. I would need to take off 3 pieces of clothing. There was no way I could finish Joe's drink and my drink. They were pretty strong and I didn't want to get drunk tonight. "I can tell this game isn't lasting very much longer." Joe chuckled as I set the card down. "Which ones do I do? I don't want to be fully naked." I laughed and started with my shirt, leaving me only in a bra. Joe looked down to my chest and licked his lips. I took off my socks and then stood up.

Once up, I grabbed the sides of my sweatpants and started to take them off. Once they were down to my ankles, I stepped out of them, leaving me only in my panties. Joe looked at me, finding it hard to take his eyes off of me as he swallowed hard. I sat back down and curled my feet up onto the couch, goosebumps covering my skin from the lack of clothing. I looked over to see Joe staring at me. "Earth to Joe??" I asked with a small laugh. Joe snapped out of it and brought his eyes back up to mine. "Right." He said and grabbed a card. Joe read the card and as soon as he did, he pinched the bridge of his nose. "You've got to be kidding me. I feel like I should drink. I don't know how much longer I can last." Joe said, referring to his boner and the fact that we keep getting pretty sexual ones.

“Oh come on, where's the fun in that?" I giggled a little bit and reached for the card. Joe pulled it away from me with a chuckle and said, "fine. I need to put my hand in your panties for 2 minutes then." Joe said with a deep breath, preparing himself for this next one. I hesitated for a second, wondering if I'd be able to go 2 whole minutes with Joes hand down my panties without him touching me. "Easy money. Let's go." I said, hyping myself up while I leaned back on the couch more so Joe had easier access. Within a few seconds, Joes hand went from resting on his lap to finding its way over to me. His hand brushed against my lower stomach before slipping his fingers under the waistband of my panties. I sucked in a small breath at the initial feeling of him sliding his hand slowly into my panties and with his other hand, he got his phone out of his pocket and set it down on the couch so he could countdown.

Finally, his hand went down far enough and stopped. I refused to make eye contact with Joe. I knew that if I looked at him and saw those gorgeous blue eyes flooded with lust, strong jawline, and that cocky look on his face, that I wouldn't be able to let him take his hand out of my pants without him fingering me. I stared straight ahead instead and took deep breaths, trying to calm myself down, although I couldn't calm my racing heart beat and the throb that intensified with every passing second that his hand was in my panties. Just when I thought I was going to make it, Joe moved his fingers and one of them ghosted over my swollen and aching clit. I sucked in a breath and grabbed onto his hand. "Joseph," I said through gritted teeth, "stop moving your fingers." I said.

"Hey, you know I fidget a lot." Joe said. I glanced over at him and saw that smirk on his face. Damn. He was really enjoying watching me struggle with having his hands down my panties. "Well that isn't part of the dare, so stop it." I said. I looked down at his phone and just hoped that the time would be up soon. To take my mind off of it, I bit the inside of my cheek and put a little pressure on it, which did the trick. Finally, the two minutes were up, so Joe reluctantly took his hand out of my panties and began to chuckle at how hard it was for me. "You're a dick, you know that, right?" I laughed a little bit and fixed the waistband of my panties a little bit. "Oh come on. You love it." Joe chuckled some more and handed me another card.

I rolled my eyes with a sigh and flipped the card around. "No way. I'm drinking. I can't do this one. What’s with all the sexual ones?” I said and reached for my drink. "Wait, let me read it." Joe said and reached for the card. Once he grabbed it, he read it and nodded to himself. "There's no way you're getting out of this one. Lay down so I can clean your inner thigh." Joe said excitedly and put the card down. "What? No." I said, not wanting to add to the level of horniness I was currently feeling. "Oh come on, where's the fun in that?" Joe asked me with that adorable smile, copying exactly what I said when he read the previous card. "I am enjoying this game. To make it last, you better not try anything." I said with a glare, although I couldn't stop smiling. Joe reached forwards and grabbed my hips. With a giggle, he set me down on the couch.

Reaching behind my head, I grabbed the pillow and threw it on the ground so I was laying completely flat on the couch. Joe faced me and then grabbed my leg. I glanced down at him before propping myself up on my elbows. Joe started at my ankle and started to kiss up my entire leg. I let out a few sighs as he headed up towards my thigh. When he finally got to my actual thigh, he began to lick and kiss at the soft skin of my inner thigh and then trailed his lips up farther. Kissing, sucking, and biting. Continuous sighs fell from my parted lips at how close he was to my heat and when he went up farther, his nose brushed over my aching clit. I sucked in a breath and then let out a small moan. "Joe." I groaned out, knowing that if he didn't stop soon, I wouldn't want him to either.

Joe just replied by angling his head up slightly and making eye contact with me. Fuck it. I reached down and grabbed onto the sides of my panties, trying to pull them down. As soon as I moved and decided to end the game early, Joe reached forwards with his other hand and put it on my chest, pushing me back gently. I leaned back and laid down flat on the couch while Joe grabbed the sides of my panties. "Hurry." I said quickly, needing him to touch me. I lifted my butt up slightly to help Joe get them off and then he slid them off my legs. Once they were off, he tossed them onto the floor below us and then put both of his hands on my knees and spread them apart. "You're so fucking wet." Joe said. I looked down to see Joe staring down at my heat, his chest rising and falling quickly, flustered over seeing me like this.

“Joey." I groaned, needing his mouth on me and his fingers in me. I heard Joe moving on the couch and then within a few seconds, Joe blew cold air onto my wet fold. I let out an anticipatory moan at the feeling and fidgeted. Joe then grabbed both of my legs and pulled me towards him slightly. After a few seconds, I felt Joes tongue run through my slit before his tongue swirled around my bundle of nerves. "Oh fuck." I swore, arching my back slightly. Joe began to suck and lick at my clit, making soft moans fall from my parted lips. Once he sucked on my clit long enough, I felt his fingers sliding through my slit, but not in me yet. I clenched over nothing and fidgeted even more, needing his fingers inside of me. "Please." I said while moaning, his mouth never leaving my clit.

As soon as I said this, Joe slid two fingers inside of me. I let out a loud moan at the feeling, not expecting him to put both fingers in so quickly as he usually lets me get used to the feeling of one first. He then began to thrust his fingers in and out of me, creating a steady rhythm. "Oh my gosh." I practically cried out at the feeling. My whole body coursed with pure ecstasy and I wanted to feel this way forever. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I started to close Joe's head between my thighs. Joe's mouth detached from my clit but still fingered me. "Keep your legs open for me baby." Joe groaned. I bit my lower lip, finding it hard to keep my legs open, but finally moved my thighs apart with a loud moan. "That's it. Just like that." He said before going right back to what he was doing.

After doing that for a few more seconds, he added a third finger. The feeling of him stretching me out with just his fingers almost sent me over the edge. "Oh Joey." I moaned, sealing my eyes shut, unable to keep them open. The amount of pleasure I was feeling was unlike no other. I wanted to feel this every single second of every single day. He continued to thrust his fingers into me while sucking and licking at my clit. Eventually, I forced my eyes open to look at Joe and I saw him using the couch as a form of relief. While he worked me into a frenzy, he started to grind his hips into the couch, seeking out any kind of relief he could. Just as I looked at Joe, he looked up at me and we made eye contact. Joe smirked a little bit and then sucked on my clit more intensely and curled his fingers inside of me, rubbing the tips of his fingers against the soft flesh.

"Oh my gosh!" I practically screamed and collapsed on the couch. My back arched and I started to pull away from Joe, the pleasure proving to be too much. It was impossible to lay still on the couch with Joe down below me, pleasuring me in so many ways. I reached down with one hand and ran my fingers through Joe's hair before pulling at it slightly. I lifted my butt off of the couch as he once again curled his fingers inside of me and sucked hard on my clit. I felt Joe's hand on my lower stomach and he pushed me back down on the couch. I moaned loudly as I felt a knot in my stomach. I curled my toes and instead of pulling at Joe's hair, brought it down to where Joe's mouth was sucking on my clit. Although it felt amazing, it was starting to hurt a little too much.

"Too much." I moaned out. Joe listened immediately and instead started to flick his tongue over my clit, knowing that always made me crumble under him. Within a few seconds, that knot was back and I moaned his name one last time before my orgasm washed over me. "Joe!" I moaned out one last time before my body began to shake. My legs shook like crazy as Joe curled his fingers inside of me one last time before pulling them out of me. Joe's tongue left my clit and instead was placed in my slit, licking at my arousal, not wanting to waste a single drop. "I need you inside of me." I moaned once my high washed over me. I spread my legs some more just as Joe's head came back up and made eye contact with me. His hair was messy and sticking up because of me and he was breathing heavily. He had that dark and lust-filled look in his eyes as he crawled on top of me. I put my hands on his hips and leaned forward, capturing his lips with mine, tasting the remnants of myself. After a few seconds, Joe leaned back and looked down at me. "Are you ready?" Joe asked me. "Yeah." I sighed. I let out an anticipatory moan and prepared myself for Joe to thrust into me.

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miley-citrus · 11 months

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ꕤ Tell Me ꕤ

Pairing: Black Reader x Connie Springer

Word Count: 2.5k

CW(content warning): straight smut. (mention of drugs)

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You loved him or well you believed you loved him. He was always on “business” trips to the point you never had time to love him. To show him how much you cared for him like no one ever cared for you.

I didn't know how it felt to be loved anymore. That's if Eren even loved you in the first place. That was until Connie came along. You loved him like a best friend. Or well you thought.

Eren was out of town for his weekly business trip. So you decided to hang out with his best friend Connie like you always did when he was away. Connie had some drops to do and said he could pick you up after he was done. But you insisted on coming with him anyways. Finishing freshening up you hear a car pull up outside your window. You look at your phone vibrate on the dresser.

Connie<33: outside mama

You: comingg

You hurry and put your lip gloss on. Grabbing your phone and purse in the process. Making your way to the front door, closing it behind you. You start walking down the front porch stairs to his car. Standing outside the car door he greets you with a toothy smile. “Hi pretty” he cheeses. “Hi Con” you smile back. He immediately opens the door for you to get in. After closing your door he makes his way around to the driver's side. The smell of weed and cologne immediately hits your nose when you enter the car.

“You ready to go pretty?” he says putting his seatbelt on. You turn to look at him making sure to check him out in the process. “I'm ready as long as I get to pick the music” you say. He laughs before answering “Yes of course you can pick the music. You have the best taste out of the two of us anyways” “Glad we established that” you say.

Grabbing his phone out of the cupholder you put in his password and click on your playlist. The first song to play is “Show me by Joey Bada$$”. Putting your freshly painted white toes on his dashboard, you sing along to the song. “Tell me how you loved before” Looking at you he smiles at you like you're the prettiest girl in the world. You look back at him and smile back with nothing but happiness in your eyes.

He loves seeing you smile since he's used to you being down all the time because his best friend-your boyfriend isn't showing you any attention. Finally arriving at the first “customer's” house he asks you to grab the duffel bag in the backseat. Taking your seatbelt off, you reach over to the backseat grabbing the bag. Connie getting a good look at your ass in the small denim shorts you were wearing in the process.

Handing the bag to him he takes out a small clear bag filled with god knows what. Throwing the black duffel bag back in the backseat he tells you to stay in the car and then lock the door. “I'll be back just stay in the car” he says. You nod and do as he says.

He walks up to the house and knocks on the door. Some guy with long brown hair opens the door and lets him in. You decide to get on your phone until he comes out. Ten minutes pass by and walks out of the house dapping the guy up before walking back to the car. You unlock the door letting him back in.

You ask him if you were going back to his place to watch a movie. “Yes if that's what you want mama” he smiles. Starting to drive to his place you turn the music back up. You scream along to the songs until you arrive at his house. He turns off the car and opens his door to run around and help you out of the car.

You look up at him and say “You know you dont have to keep opening and closing the door for me” He frowns before replying “Pretty girls deserve to be treated as princesses” You laugh and push him away walking up to the house.

He comes up behind you unlocking the door to let you inside. You immediately make your way to the kitchen opening the pantry door. You grab a bag of microwavable popcorn and put it in the microwave. “CONNIE” you yell. “Yes y/n” he replies

“Can you pick a movie to watch please” He stayed silent for a minute until he thought of one. “Transformers Revenge of the Fallen” You smile “Yea hoe I put you onto Transformers foreal” He laughs before replying “Watch your mouth..but yes you put me on y/n.”

After getting the popcorn out of the microwave and grabbing some drinks. You both walk to go sit on the couch. Grabbing the remote he starts the movie. You get comfortable with your snack and recline with your legs laying over Connie.

He lays his arms on your legs. After a couple of minutes into the movie, he starts rubbing up and down your thighs. You dont think much of it because you're so into the movie. That's until he starts to rub higher close to the top of your shorts. Your breathing starts to speed up. “C-Connie” you whisper. “Yes pretty” he turns to you.

“You know we shouldn't be doing this right now. Eren is your best friend and my boyfriend” you mumble. “My “best friend” treats you like shit. Just let me show you how you're supposed to be treated.” You look down and fumble with your fingers until he lifts up your head with his finger.

“Please pretty?” he sighs. You give in with a small head nod. He continues rubbing up your thighs until he gets to your pussy. He rubs you through the outside of your shorts stimulating your clit. Feeling the pool of wetness start to form in your underwear you start to squirm around.

Removing his hands away from your clit he looks up at you for permission to take off your shorts. You nod. Sliding the shorts he starts to trace the curves on your body. You move your legs off of him and crawl onto his lap. Taking his face into your hands you look him in the eyes.

“I’ve been waiting forever to be in this moment with you” he speaks. “So have I” you whisper. Moving your face closer to his your lips graze over his. This goes on for a while until he can't take it anymore. Crashing his lips upon yours his tongue made his way through your parted lips.

Gliding his hands from your hips he snakes his hands up to your throat. Lightly grasping it but enough to restrict some of your airflow. Continuing this heated kiss your body starts reacting to what's going on. Grinding your hips on his crotch you feel a bulge start to form under you. “fuck” he groans under his breath.

“You must've really been waiting for this the way your grinding against me” he speaks. You dont answer, mind to fogged up by the stimulation his dick is giving your clit through your thin panties. “Hm pretty? Answer me” he thrusts his hips up hitting a spot that makes you gasp. “F-fuck yes Connie” you cry.

Liking your reply he smiles and then begins kissing down your neck. Fixed on leaving noticeable marks for people to say. One of those people is Eren for sure. He didn't care how pissed Eren would get if he saw these marks. He wanted to show him that he could treat Y/n much better than he ever could.

Creeping his hand up to your chest he plays with your nipple through the thin skimpy fabric you call a shirt. Feeling you had no bra on he drops his head to your boobs. Wrapping his lips around your nipple he flicks it with his tongue. “ngh” you moan. A wet patch formed on his pants from all of the grinding you were doing. You were getting sick of the teasing. “Connie stop teasing me and just fuck me already. Please” you begged.

Sympathizing for you he quickly picks you up and makes his way to his bedroom. Not missing a chance to strike your ass. “Ow,” you cry. Laying you on the bed he throws his wife beater off slinging it somewhere across the room. You begin taking off the rest of your clothes as he does the same. Catching a glimpse of his dick in the lowly dim room you start rubbing your legs together.

You thought he was big but not…this big.

Missing the touches he burned into your skin you pull him onto the bed. Opening your legs you allow him in between them. He lays in between your legs snaking his hand back to your aching cunt. You and him could both feel the slick forming around his fingers.

Lifting himself back up you could feel his mushroom tip press against your hole. Your wetness coating his dick in self-made lubricant. All you could think about right now was if he was going to fit or not. Eren had a good size just like Connie but he was much thicker. Girthy.

He could feel your body tense up. “Relax mama, just let me take care of you” he speaks. You silently nod and relax your body as much as you could. Believing you were ready he pushed slowly inside you. “O-oh f-fuck” you moan. It was like the air had been knocked out of you. This wasn't your first time but it sure as hell felt like it.

You felt so full it was making your head foggy. He let you take a breath and get used to it before you told him it was okay to move. “You c-can move Connie” you breathe. Slowly rocking into you the pain starts to subdue. “F-faster” you say. Picking up the pace every quick snap of his hips has you clenching painfully around his dick.

“Damn pretty, you get so tight for me” he groans. Wrapping your legs around his back to feel his thrusts get deeper. He lays a hand on your lower tummy and asks “You see how good I'm filling you up right now”

Tired of you not answering when he asks the first time he grips your neck to move your face closer to his. Still not missing a beat in thrusting up into your cunt. “Answer me when I'm talking to you mama” he demands. You immediately answer back not being able to take his hard thrusts. “Y-yes yes s-so good Con” you wail.

Letting the grip on your neck go he lets you fall back down on the sheets. Lifting your legs up by your ears he thrusts even deeper into your cunt. It honestly seemed impossible for him to get even deeper than he was. “Oh.my.god. C-con” Your body really couldn't take it anymore. Your legs were shaking uncontrollably above your head.

Moving your hand towards his pelvis you try to push him away from you to stop his hard thrusts. “C-cant con. C-cant take a-anymore” you beg. He knew you could take it that's why he didn't care what you were crying about. He was determined to have you cream around his dick.

“You can take it pretty. I know you can so move your hand.” he groans. You weren't listening to him at all. You were still scratching at his pelvis. “Y/n. Move your fucking hand before I move it for you.” Your mind was so mixed up at the moment. You didn't care what happened if you didn't move your hand. Grabbing your hand he moves it to the side. He slips out of your cunt flipping you onto your hands and knees. “Arch.” he says.

Oh, he was pissed and you didn't want to piss him off even more so you do as he says and arch. Feeling up on your ass he spreads you open trying to see the slick running out of your cunt. “You have the prettiest pussy you know that mama” he speaks. You groan trying to close your legs embarrassed about being so exposed.

The cold draft in the room had your pussy clenching on nothing but air. “You told me you can't take it but your pussy is telling me something different” he smirks. Rubbing his tip up and down your slit he slips back inside of you. Both of you gasping at the feeling.

He immediately starts the same pace again. All that can be heard in the room is you and his groans and sounds of you and his mixed cum. “So fucking good” Connie groaned. You felt yourself starting to get close. You started matching his thrusts, clapping your ass against his thighs.

Lifting your body up to his chest by the back of your neck he leans down to whisper in your ear. “Tell me how good I'm making you feel right now pretty” “s-so good Con” you gasp. “Could Eren fuck you this good? Make you cream around his dick like this? hm?” Connie asks. “N-No Connie” you reply. Delighted with your reply he lets your neck go. Falling back onto his soft cologned-filled sheets you continue clawing at them. Feeling you getting so close he snacks a hand over to your clit. Rubbing the nub in quick circles.

This newly added feeling has you crying into the sheets. Juices dripped onto his palm and sheets. “ Come on pretty girl. Come around my dick” Speeding up the pace of his thrusts and clit has you and him both twitching. Groaning into the sheets you gasp “I’m cumming”

A couple more thrusts pressures you into making a mess on his dick and his sheets. “O-oh f-fuck con” “dont hold back pretty. Let it all out ” he says. That's exactly what you do. You wet up all of his abdomen with your juices. After tightening even harder around him it causes him to spill his seed inside you.

Giving you a couple more thrusts to ride out your high he pulls out of you. Your body immediately collapses onto the sheets. At this time you're just trying to catch your breath and think about what just happened. Connie gets up from the bed and quickly runs to the bathroom to get a warm washcloth to clean you up. Coming back to the bedroom he gently cleans you up trying his best not to make you uncomfortable. Your body is still shaking and twitching some but he can see you're thinking about something.

After cleaning both you and him up. He gets a blanket to cover you both up. “Just rest pretty, we can think and talk about what just happened in the morning. Ok?” he speaks. You reply with a small yes and snuggle up against him trying to sleep. Before falling asleep Connie makes one more comment.

“Erens going to murder the both of us and hide our bodies”

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#anime smut #anime x black!reader #black y/n #connie springer x black reader #eren x reader smut #aot x reader #aot smut #attack on titan x black reader #aot x y/n #black reader #black yn #connie smut #connie springer smut #plug connie

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starrystevie · 1 year

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based on this post because i couldn't read it and not picture it as anything but steddie

the house is quiet. it's steve's favorite time of the day when everything feels still, comfortable and warm, like a cozy cocoon that his family has built around themselves. daisy is curled up at his side like a personal heater, her head resting peacefully on steve's stomach as they snuggle in bed. he knows eddie will come in after finishing up the kids' bedtime story and yell at him for letting the dog on the bed, but steve knows he'll get away with it once they both turn puppy dog eyes on him. he always does.

steve's just about to put his bookmark in between the pages of his book and turn off the bedside light for the night when there is what can only be explained as a commotion on the other side of the house. it startles both steve and daisy, her big head perking up immediately, cocked to the side as she tries to place the sound before jumping off onto to the floor. steve follows quickly and is standing fast enough that his vision goes a bit blurry.

he hasn't had this fear in a long time. he hasn't felt the need to reach for the bat under his bed in years. his heart starts to beat a tick faster, but then he hears it.

they're laughing.

both he and daisy make their way down the hallway to the kids room where streams of multicolored light spills out over the hardwood from the mini disco ball josephine just had to have. he doesn't even make it halfway to their room when he hears just what they're all laughing about.

"dad, do the voices! you always do the voices!"

by the time steve is leaning against the open doorway, he sees it: his home. it's his kids, josephine and winnie, sitting up excitedly in their beds. winnie's damn near falling out of her bed as she tries to sneak peeks at the pages of their bedtime story. and it's eddie, salt and pepper hair piled on top of his head with glasses almost falling off his nose as he reaches his hands up to imitate some sort of soldier or king or something steve can't figure out.

eddie's yelling some speech with a big boisterous voice, the girls are shrieking with smiles wide enough to split their faces, and steve can't do anything other than take it all in. daisy pushes past him and goes to jump on joey's bed, kissing her into another laughing fit.

"my king!" eddie says once he's spotted steve, bending to one knee with a closed fist over his heart. josephine pulls herself up to her knees on her bed to copy her dad and winnie, who will do anything her big sister does, follows suit. "to what do we owe this most wonderful pleasure?"

eddie's smiling this mischievous grin, his eyes twinkling like the stars the girls stuck to the walls, and steve feels that familiar tug in his heart that always seems to come around when he thinks about how damn lucky he is. he playfully rolls his eyes in opposition of how much love he feels and hurries across the room to press a quick kiss to the top of his head.

"at ease," steve murmurs, his voice a little flat. he's not as good at the fantasy voices as eddie is. "just had to come see what all the ruckus was about."

eddie scrunches his nose, standing back up and pressing a kiss of his own to steve's cheek. he can hear the girls behind them faking a gag, winnie's tiny elongated 'ewwwww' barely audible over how loud joey's acting is. when he gets a good look at them, josephine has found a way to lay across her bed to play dead and it forces a giggle out of winnie.

"why do you guys have to be so gross all the time?" josephine says, picking her head up only to drop it back down, eyes closed and tongue sticking out.

"to annoy you, obviously." steve's response it dry enough to have eddie chuckling at his side. "how much longer do you have?"

steve nods to the book and eddie looks down at where his finger is holding place. he scans over the pages, eyes growing larger when he realizes just how far away the end of the chapter is. he pulls the hand painted bookmark off of the girls' bedside table and sets the book down despite the groans it gets him in return.

"looks like we're done for the night, fair maidens."

"do we really have to be done, dad?" winnie's trying her hardest to get eddie to pick the book back up. her lip is pouted and her big brown eyes are wide enough that even steve almost caves to the 4 year old, but eddie's shaking his head and tucking her in instead.

"just for tonight, nugget," he whispers against the side of her head as he presses a kiss to her temple.

"but daaaaad-" josephine starts, fighting against steve as he tries to pull the blanket up to her chin.

"nope, no buts, joey girl. it's a school night anyway. you guys can read more tomorrow night."

with the girls grumbling, the two dads trade off kissing them each good night and steve flicks off the bedside lamp to leave only the disco ball flickering rainbow colors over the room. daisy curls up next to josephine who promptly picks up her covers to settle over them both.

when the door clicks shut, eddie lets an arm loop around steve's waist, bringing him in for a soft kiss. they pull away with a smile, crow-footed eyes crinkling in the low hallway light.

"sorry that we got too loud." eddie looks sheepish in that endearing way that he knows will get him of the hook, but steve just shakes his head before reaching his hand up to pick the reading glasses off his husband's face.

"no need to be sorry. you know i love seeing them that happy."

when they turn off the light for the night, tangled around each other before flopping onto their sides of the bed, steve breathes in deep. he gives his husband a kiss goodnight and doesn't think about the bat under his bed. instead, he thinks about his family, winnie's big brown eyes and josephine's toothy grin and eddie's hand forever in his own, comfortable and warm in the home they built around each other.

#WOW this got very long pls forgive me #steddie #steddie headcanon #my writing #steddie as dads! we love to see it #steddie drabble #steddie ficlet #Steve harrington #Eddie munson

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joeys-babe · 4 months

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Joey B Blurbs: Wonderful Christmastime

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Summary: Christmas morning with Tyson and Miles, along with some Joe teasing!

Warnings: None, fluff

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

Imagine universe: Into The Mystic

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*December 25th, 2023 - Christmas Day!*

Was being woken up at six in the morning ideal? No.

But… when it's by your twin boy’s smiling faces you can't be mad.

Joe hopped out of bed faster than I'd ever seen and barely had both legs in his PJ pants before he ran out of the room. The twins excitedly grabbed at his hands and pulled him down the hallway.

Yes, Joe insisted on sleeping in his usual nighttime uniform, his boxers, and promised to put our matching family PJs on in the morning.

I was slower getting up, which is expected when you're pregnant.

When I did get up, though, I went straight to the closet to put a bra on. After, I brushed my hair and teeth, then went downstairs.

“There she is.” - Joe grinned

“Don’t move any presents yet, we need to take a family picture.” - you

“What.” - Joe

“Babe, don't act surprised.” - you

“I have to go put a shirt on first and fix my hair then.” - Joe

He started for the stairs in a half-jog manner, but I called for him before he got to them.

“Put your shirt on then come down here, I'll move your hair around till you like it.” - you

“Babe.” - Joe

“Joe, I'm not waiting thirty minutes. Neither are they.” - you pointed to the boys who were patiently sitting down in front of the tree

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Joe listened, surprisingly, and came down the stairs buttoning his shirt up before walking up to me.

I got on my tiptoes to reach his head and did my best to comb his bedhead with my fingers.

“Hurry up!” - Tyson

“We don't talk to Mommy and Daddy like that, okay Ty?” - Joe

“Almost done, buddy.” - you

“Are you talking to me or him?” - Joe

“Both?” - you laughed

It only took a couple more moments for Joe’s hair to fall in the way he liked it.

“There.” - you kissed his cheek

I got my phone set up and used the camera timer on my Apple Watch to get some pics.

We had just taken a few family ones and a couple of just the twins because I was sure Joe wouldn't want to be a part of a couple picture.

“Wanna get one of me kissing your cheek, and you like holding my face?” - Joe

“What?! Are you joking… or high?” - you

“No.” - Joe laughed

“Uhm sure…” - you

Joe and I took the picture, and afterward, he said something that surprised me.

“You should make that the cover of your post later. I think it looks cute.” - Joe

“Joe what? Who are you and what have you done with my husband?” - you

“He’s still here, just wanting to show more of my affectionate side.” - Joe

I grinned and leaned in to kiss him. It only lasted a few seconds because of the interruption of my PJ pants being yanked on by the little hands below us.

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An hour later, stockings and presents had been opened.

We had finished eating breakfast, and Joe immediately walked back into the living after grabbing a trash bag.

I sat a few feet away, watching him from the kitchen, and internally giggling as he stacked boxes and threw the old wrapping paper into the trash bag.

“You are such a dad, Joe.” - you laughed

“Well, hopefully, because I am one.” - Joe

“No, I meant you applying to most of the dad stereotypes.” - you

“Gotta do what you gotta do.” - Joe shrugged

A few moments went by as I scrolled through the comments on my Instagram post.

A few of Joe’s teammates had commented, and I couldn't help but laugh out loud at what they had said.

“Whatcha laughing at?” - Joe placed his hands on your shoulders and looked over them

“Shit! How'd you get over here so fast without making a sound?!” - you

“I’m sneaky, baby.” - Joe smirked

Playfully rolling my eyes before continuing to read the comments, Joe repeated his original question.

“Whatcha laughing at?” - Joe

“The guys’ comments on my IG post.” - you

“What’d they say??” - Joe

“They're just talking about your jammies and you kissing my cheek.” - you laughed

“Specifics, please?” - Joe

I handed my phone to him and intently watched his face to see any change in expression.

There weren't any necessarily negative comments, but the ones the boys left were kind of poking fun at Joe in a playful way.

For example;

sam_hubbard_: where‘s my pj set?

nbsmallerbear: nice jammies

lahjay10_: sheisty gettin' spicy? 💋

That's just to name a few since they were all pretty much like that.

I continued watching Joe’s face as his thumb scrolled, but nothing ever changed till he handed me my phone back.

Joe rolled his eyes with a laugh as he placed my phone back into my hand.

“Are you not annoyed?” - you

“No, why would I?” - Joe

“I don't know, I just thought you'd regret posting the pictures you were in.” - you

He reached down and ran one of his thumbs over my cheek.

“I don't regret a thing, wanna know why?” - Joe

“Why?” - you

“I knew it made you happy, and that is all I care about.” - Joe

I puckered my lips, signaling I wanted a kiss, and Joe happily obliged.

“Merry Christmas, Joey. I love you.” - you

“Merry Christmas, Mama. I love you too.” - Joe

People say that money can buy happiness, but I think that the original idea was the right idea. Because nothing that money can buy, or be wrapped and put under the tree, can be equal to the feeling of having a full heart. All because of a loving husband, and our growing family.

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Authors note: Guys it's LATE. Seriously I need to go to bed.

Request for this fic; (kinda 😭)

Hope you enjoyed! 💕

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toppersbitch · 1 year

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Spoil Me Rotten // Joe Burrow x Reader

Summary: For valentines day, Joe takes you on a star-gazing dinner date

Word Count: 750

Warnings: eating, unedited work, no others though this is just wholesome fluff!!!

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“Are you almost ready?” Joe peaked around the corner into the bathroom, it was Valentine's day, 8 pm, and you knew Joe hadn’t forgotten, but you were getting suspicious if he actually had anything planned. He told you to get ready so you two could go to your favorite restaurant, nothing fancy, just simple. Just the way you liked it.

“You can’t rush beauty,” you said, smiling at him while putting in your earrings. He came up behind you placing his hands on your hips, admiring you in the mirror. He let his chin fall onto your shoulder.

“You’re already way too beautiful,” he smiled, and you lightly hit his shoulder. You admired the two of you in the mirror, Joe's hand clad with the ring you gave him, it was a simple signet ring for his pinky. He loved it, he hadn’t taken it off since you gifted it to him this morning.

Joe drove the usual route to the restaurant, parking in the usual spot. It was a small mom-and-pop Italian but you both swore they had the best Italian food in the entire state of Ohio.

“Will that be to stay or to-go?” the kind waitress asked.

“To st-” Joe cut you off.

“No it'll be to-go,” you shot him a puzzled look, but he simply sent it back, held out his arm for you to grab, and the both of you walked over to the waiting chairs. Resting your head on his shoulder you held his hand, admiring the ring you gave him. It really did suit him, you were proud of your choice.

“Joe,” you heard his name called and he stood collecting the bags of food. He opened the car door for you, driving in the opposite direction of home.

“Where are we going?” you asked, he shrugged, a smug little smirk on his face.

“I don’t know,” he turned onto a dirt road. This was getting fishy, you looked around, and the dark trees thickly surrounded the car. A sign came into view, ‘Miami White Water Forest’.

“Joe, what's going on?” he shushed you, continuing down the rough road. He pulled off onto a pullout, shutting off the car. He pulled open the cover of the large sunroof. The stars were bright above you.

“Okay wait one second,” he hurried out and around, pushing down the backseats, you watched in amusement as he pulled blankets and pillows from the trunk and made a bed.

“When did you have time to grab all that?” You giggled as he opened your door for you and practically shoved you into the back.

“When you were getting ready,” he said in an obvious tone. He opened the bags, handing you your food. You dug in, it stayed quiet, the two of you grubbing, legs pushing against one another. The food seemed to be the best it had ever been, but maybe it was just the occasion.

The food was ate, put messily away and pushed into the front seat.

He laid back, resting his arms above his head. The stars were tempting you but you just wanted to look at Joe. You couldn’t believe he planned this, not that he wasn’t amazing at planning things but he usually broke too early in the day out of excitement. Both of you were that way, surprises were hard to keep from the love of your life.

“What are you looking at?” He asked, you’d been staring intently down at him.

“Just the man that spoils me rotten,” his hand reached out and grabbed you, pulling you into his chest. His fingers tracing miscellaneous objects onto your arm. You let your head fall on his chest, his chin resting on the top of your head, and your legs tangling. This was your favorite way to cuddle, your breaths were steady and the silence all around made for the most comforting ambience.

“Oh wait,” his hand came into view above your face, interrupting the starry view, “this is for you.”

His other hand brought a small Diamond necklace into your view. You shot up out of his arms

“Joey this is too nice,” you couldn’t believe your eyes.

“Nothing too nice for my pretty girl,” he unclasped it, notioning for you to turn and let him put it on.

“Joe,” you looked down at it on your neck. It was beautiful! He knew you so well, from you preference from dainty jewelry to quiet nights in.

“Just shut up and let me spoil you rotten,” he said sternly but with a smile.

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A little V-Day special! Enjoy lovebugs<333

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lushlovers · 1 year

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Love it, J. Burrow

summary; it's just kissing, right?

warnings; kissing duh, like two petnames i think, little to no swearing, grammatical errors, dirty talk but nothing super horrible, the manspread™

word count; 530

note; guys listen, i havent written anything serious in a while so please bare with me.

this past week was interesting, dating an nfl star was never really a calm experience, but that's what you signed up for when you began flirting with the joe burrow after one of his big high school games. who wouldn't? i mean, the man's fucking gorgeous.

he's been yours, since the summer of junior year with no change of that in sight. obsessed wouldn't even begin to describe how joe felt about you, any chance he gets he's talking about you or your future together.

coming home from a long day of early christmas shopping knowing he was inside waiting for you always made you smile. after leaving the bags in your car and locking the doors with the key pad, you hurried in the house to find your man on the couch looking straight at you.

"hi, baby," he greeted, eyes crinkling as he smiled at just the sight of you, you're quick to kick off your shoes after hours of walking many stores and shopping malls in the area, "hi, joey," you responded. all the lights but the kitchen were off, the television illuminating the living room.

the game playing on it seemed to be disregarded by joe as he opened his arms, inviting you to come sit on his lap with raised brows. god, does he know how hot it is when he's literally just sitting there? the tops of his thighs are always the best seat in the house aside from his face.

plopping down onto him and wrapping your arms around his neck, "how was shopping?" he questioned, absentmindedly running his hands along your thighs, even through your sweats they still manage to give you goosebumps. "long, i missed you so much," you mumble, breathing in the smell of his shampoo.

"i missed you more, sweetheart," pulling away slightly to press a kiss to his lips, "impossible," you murmured against them, causing him to smile even more than he was before. his tongue slide along your bottom lip, mewling as you allow him to deepen what was supposed to be innocent kisses.

moments later a need for air hits you, joe does his best to chase your mouth, but is unsuccessful and settles for the delicate skin of your neck instead. you push yourself down further onto his lap, grinding against him, breathless and with your head a bit fuzzy from just kissing, he really knows how to use his mouth in every way possible.

"i love it when you kiss my neck," you're more breathless than before, if that's even possible. joe smiles for what feels like the hundredth time tonight, "i know you do, why do you think i do it so often?" like it never left his mouth is back on your neck, this time sucking a bruise there, grazing his teeth and tongue over it to seal the deal.

you hadn't realized how hard you were grinding down onto him until his calloused hands gripped your hips, making you whine in protest. "keep doing that and i'll cum in my pants," he grits out through clenched teeth.

you smile this time, knowingly up to no good, "what if i want that, joey?"

#joe burrow x reader #joe burrow #joe burrow smut #joey b<3 #lushlovers fic #joe burrow fic #nfl #nfl fan fic #joeburrow #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow x you #joe burrow oneshot

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minecraftbookshelf · 1 year

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The Morning After the Engagement: Rivendell Edition

AKA, Scott got betrothed for politics and now he is suffering

So this one won't actually be in the fic most likely, because plot-wise I don't want Scott and Xornoth to know what everyone else is thinking, but I thought this was funny and was told it was so here. Enjoy.

Scott opened the door to a hyperactive flurry of scarlet and rainbow feathers and immediately slammed it shut again on the intruder's foot. The pained yelp was very satisfying.

"Brother, your mistress is here," he shouted back into the house, yanking the door open again just in time to see a very scandalized minister of agriculture hurry away down the road towards the marketplace over Joey's shoulder.

The Emperor of the Lost Kingdom was hopping on one foot, his face screwed up while he clutched at the (now scuffed) heeled sandal that had given his toes absolutely no protection from the solid spruce door.

Once he became aware that Scott was looking at him he composed himself enough to sniff disdainfully and limp past him into the house.

"Xorny!" He smelled like warm humidity. Ugh.

Scott follows him back to the kitchen where Xornoth really looks as if they regret everything ever as Joey dramatically flings himself across a whole corner of the table, nearly knocking their breakfast to the floor. His wings trail through Scott's plate. Serves him right. Scott hopes the honey is hell to wash out.

Joey is already chattering a million miles an hour and it is way too early in the morning for this.

Scott doesn't make his escape quickly enough though because Joey rolls over so he's lounging on the table like its a piece of parlor furniture and gives him the brightest, smuggest smirk of a grin. "And here is the lucky bridegroom himself! You absolutely must let me help plan the wedding."

"Unfortunately we have several professionals who are already hard at work," Scott says in mock sadness. "And it would be an insult to them to remove them from the project."

Xornoth seems to be considering the merits of drowning themselves in their sweetberry juice. Scott squints at it and decides to risk freezing it over. The only possible casualty is Joey.

He successfully freezes Xornoth's juice. And Joey's right wing. And Xornoth's feet. Maybe he's not as okay about this whole thing as he's pretending.

Xornoth gives him a guilty look while they're slowly defrosting Joey's wing. "I should have talked to you first," They admit. "I panicked. I thought they'd try to bargain more."

"They think its some kind of rescue," Joey sniffs, immediately snatching both siblings' attention. He doesn't notice at first, intently preening through his newly freed (and damp) feathers. Eventually he does look up and rolls his eyes at them. "Oh come on. Surely you're aware."

Scott has no idea what he is talking about. Xornoth looks equally confused.

Joey sighs and flops back so he's leaning percariously off the edge of the table, wings draped down to the floor, shoulders held up by Xornoth's. "They think you keep Scotty here locked up in a dungeon or a tower or something and they see this as an opportunity to make sure he's safe from the big bad rebel king or whatever."

Xornoth makes a noise equal parts distressed and amused.

"What?"

Joey rolls his eyes again so hard he almost falls. "As far as they know you were exiled, came back, killed your parents and disappeared your little brother. From the outside it looks really bad."

He idly picks at his fingernails and peers over at Scott. "I'm pretty sure if it weren't for Katherine most of them wouldn't even believe you're alive."

Xornoth just blinks over at them both. "Do I really give off such strong Evil Dictator vibes?"

"You both have the social skills of a dead sheep," Joey says bluntly.

"Like you're any better," Scott mutters under his breath.

"I am a fucking delight. You two have the mutual dream of running off and becoming mountain hermits."

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1986harrington · 2 years

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Steve Harrington x fem!reader Warnings: Mature Content (18+) Summary: You and Steve have a friends-with-benefits situation going on, but both of you want more... you're just too scared to admit it

Steve’s lips dropped from yours to allow you a breath, mouthing along your jaw and neck until he found the sweet spot just below your ear that made you keen. He nipped at it lightly, and your back arched off the door and into him, filthy praises dripping from your tongue. Pulling blindly at the straps of your dress until they slid from your shoulders, Steve palmed at your chest, groaning as he groped at your tit and pressed kisses to the now bare curve of shoulder. “I need you to fuck me, Steve, please. 'Need it so bad.” You breathed against his ear and he nodded immediately, turning you around and walking you backwards until the back of your knees collided with the mattress.

Chelsea Carlton’s parties were legendary - a well stocked liquor cabinet and a state of the art stereo system meant that it was usually impossible to have a bad time.

But it was just after 10, no more than a few hours since your unresolved arguement with Steve, and you were ready to call it a night. That was, until you caught him staring at you from over some blonde girl’s shoulder.

Perhaps ‘staring’ wasn’t the right word. More like… appreciatively gazing.

The girl in question - petite and blonde and pretty in all the obvious ways - had him cornered and all but backed up against the wall, hand flat on his chest as her fingers toyed with the collar of his shirt. You could tell from the movement of her head that she was talking, pushed up slightly on her toes so her mouth was by his ear. But Steve’s eyes stayed fixed on you, the only change to his expression was a small upturn at the corner of his mouth when he realised you had finally noticed him.

You were sitting up on one of the counters on the opposite side of the kitchen, the expensive marble cool beneath the too-warm skin of your bare thighs as your legs dangled over the edge.

You were sipping warm, flat beer out of a plastic cup when your eyes met Steve’s over the rim. Your gazes held for a few seconds, your brow arching slightly, silently questioning him. When he didn’t make a move toward you, you let your eyes flit back to the people directly around you.

The room was packed, music seeping in from the speaker in the living area - muffled but still loud enough that when an unfamiliar but fairly handsome boy approached you, you had to lean into him to hear what he was saying.

You placed your cup down beside you, hand coming up to tuck your hair behind your ear as if it would help you hear better. Really, though, the move was to expose the bare skin of your shoulder to Steve, who’s eyes were still burning into you from his spot across the room.

It was kind of distracting, honestly, trying to focus on this other boy’s words when all you could think about was how much fucking longer is it gonna take him to get over here?

You decided to try and hurry him along, suddenly impatient and borderline irritated as the girl’s hands continued to wander down Steve’s arm, her fingers intertwining with his.

You waited a beat until the boy in front of you - Johnny, or maybe Joey? - finished his sentence before dipping your head back and laughing softly, your hand coming to rest on his shoulder as you leaned closer into him.

You didn’t even look back in Steve’s direction. Instead, you let this other boy offer to take you outside for some fresh air. He held a hand out to you to help you down from the counter, which you accepted with a smile.

Your feet had only just steadied themselves on the glossy, tiled floor when you heard a shrill and highly offended “What the hell, Harrington?” come from across the room. At the same time, a stream of people gathered in front of you, making their way back in from the terrace and by the time they had passed by and out of your way, Steve was gone, leaving the disappointed blonde standing with a hand on her hip.

“Hey,” The voice came from behind you a few seconds later, lips against your ear, one hand on your waist and startling you slightly as you spun to face him.

Your eyes trailed downwards, from his dark eyes down to his oh so familiar mouth, then his chest before catching the glint of his belt buckle and retreating back up again. You crossed your arms in front of your chest, a slight roll of your eyes as you leaned back against the counter.

“Can I help you, Harrington?”

“C’mon,” Steve drawled dramatically, tilting his head back before dropping it forward again. “You’re still mad at me?”

“I’m not mad.” You countered, trying to seem unbothered.

“You sure? ‘Cause you seem mad.”

“Did you just come over here to argue with me about whether or not I’m mad at you, or was there something else you wanted? Because I was actually in the middle of something.” You gestured in the direction of… Justin? No, Jeremy? who had begun to slowly retreat back towards the crowd after Steve barged his way in.

“Just you.”

“I- what?” You asked, exasperated as confusion knitted your brows together.

“You asked if there was something else I wanted.” He replied with a shrug. “There isn’t. Just you.”

Your heart was suddenly hammering in your chest, a flush of heat warming your cheeks and you cursed yourself for not being able to control how your body responded to his words.

“What about your friend back there?” You gestured with a nod of your head in the direction of the girl who had been all over him just a few minutes ago.

“What about her?”

“Steve.”

“Told you, not interested.”

“Really? Well maybe you should have told her that before she had her hand halfway down the front of your pants.” You scolded, moving to step around him.

You’d barely taken two steps when Steve’s hand wrapped itself around your wrist, tugging you gently back in his direction. Your back collided with his chest, warm and solid against you and you found yourself relaxing into his hold without thinking twice.

He brought a hand up to slide your hair over your shoulder, his lips ghosting against the shell of your ear as he spoke.

“Look, I know I was an idiot, alright?” He confessed, voice hushed for only you to hear. “I should’ve just been honest with you about how I felt from the start.”

Your eyes fell closed, the other boy long forgotten and lost in the crowd, not that you cared in the slightest.

Steve’s fingers danced along the side of your neck, pushing your hair out of the way, his lips brushing against the skin there as he spoke. His other hand was secure on your waist, holding you upright as you all but melted into him, eyes fluttering closed.

“Although, you haven’t exactly been honest either.”

Your eyes immediately blinked open, your body straightening against his and pulling forward out of his hold.

“And what is that supposed to mean?” You replied defensively, spinning to face him.

“Hey, hey, no. Don’t get mad again, please. I just meant, this is a two way street, y’know? You could have come to me and just told me how you felt.”

You laughed out loud, staring at him in disbelief for a second before turning on your heel and heading for the door.

“Jesus Christ,” Steve muttered under his breath, head dipped back to stare at the ceiling for a second before taking off after you into the backyard.

He followed you around the pool, hopping over scattered deck chairs and discarded beer bottles, calling your name under the hazy glow of string lights dangling from tree tops and through the mist of steam rising from the heated pool.

He called your name again, a little more desperate this time and when his hand landed on your shoulder, you stopped dead and turned to face him.

“You’re kidding right? Me, tell you how I feel? As if it hasn’t been painfully obvious since we were 14 years old?”

You were yelling, hands pushing at his chest and he let you, realising that he’d struck a nerve.

“I’m so fucking stupid.” You half-laughed, not to Steve but to yourself, hands swiping at the tears that were now spilling hot and fast from your eyes as you turned your back to him to avoid the heavy pressure of his gaze. “I knew it. I knew this was gonna happen. That first night I let you kiss me? I should have stopped it right then. I never should have let it get this far. I mean, God, we’ve been sleeping together for months now, and clearly it means nothing to you.”

You sensed him step forward behind you, your hands still over your face as you felt his palm come to rest on your shoulder and you jerked away from his touch.

“Don’t. Please.” You pleaded, sounding as broken as you felt.

“Hey, hey, look at me.” Steve spoke, soft and reassuring and familiar and all you wanted to do was turn and fall into his chest. Have him press a kiss to the top of your head and tell you everything was gonna be okay, even if it wasn’t.

He didn’t make another attempt to touch you, or move any closer, but he also didn’t step away. You could feel the heat radiating from him as it warmed your back, and when he spoke again you could feel the words etch themselves onto the back of your neck.

“If you think I’m above begging, I’m not. Please, look at me.”

You took a second to steady your breath, wiping the last of the tears from your lashes and turning to face him.

“What you just said, it isn’t true.” Steve spoke into the quiet, one hand reaching out to tip your chin upwards, eyes finally meeting.

“You mean everything to me. This - whatever it is - between us? It’s the only thing that matters to me.”

“Steve, please don’t say that just because it’s what you think I wanna hear-“

“I’m not. It’s the truth.”

The hand that had been holding your head up toward him slid around your jaw, cupping your cheek as his thumb traced the curve of your bottom lip and your eyes fluttered shut as you took a shaky step forward to meet him.

“Cards fully on the table? No more bullshit pretending or avoiding the truth just because it scares us?” Steve had both hands on your face now, tipping your head back slightly as he looked down at you, your hands taking hold of his forearms as if they were the only thing keeping you upright. You nodded, breathless and terrified and excited all at once.

“I love you. I'm in love with you. Always have been. Pretty sure I always will be.”

Your breath blew out between your lips, soft but heavy and suddenly your whole body felt lighter. Your grip on his arms tightened, feeling like the only thing cementing you to the ground.

“I wanna be with you. No one else.”

As Steve’s words kept coming, your pulse quickened and your eyes fluttered closed when his forehead came down to rest against yours.

“Your turn,” This time when he spoke, his lips skimmed your temple and a shiver ran the length of your spine, setting your whole body alight.

Suddenly, you were pushing up onto your toes, your lips pressed against his and pulling him down toward you. Steve’s hand dropped your waist and tugged you closer until you were both moulded together, swallowing each other’s gasps and promises, and the other wound itself in your hair at the back of your head.

“I wanna hear you say it.” He breathed against your lips, breath ragged and his hold on you tight. “Please, baby. Just tell me.”

“I,” You began, lungs desperate for air but your lips desperate for him. “I love you, Steve Harrington. So much.”

You reached up, tugging on his wrist and sliding his hand down from your hair until his palm was splayed against your throat. He looked down at you, eyes ablaze and you nodded, bottom lip pulled between your teeth when he squeezed slightly, experimentally.

“Fuck,” he breathed out as he watched your eyes roll back, your body pushing against his in attempt to be even closer.

“Upstairs?” You asked, your eyes flickering to the darkened window on the top floor.

“You sure?” He asked, but you were already pulling him along behind you as you headed back inside.

You slipped your way through the crowd, nodding and smiling at the familiar faces as you went, Steve’s fingers still laced with yours as he followed behind. You lead him upstairs, and along a hallway crowded with people waiting for the bathroom until you reached the spare room at the very end.

You pushed your way inside, dragging Steve in behind you but before you even had the chance to switch the light on, your back collided with the door and his mouth was back on yours. It was more urgent this time, the kisses almost bruising as his hands ran up the sides of your body, tongue licking into your mouth and setting your body on fire. You pushed at his jacket, forcing it off his shoulders before tugging impatiently at the hem of his sweater.

“I need you to fuck me, Steve, please. Need it so bad.” You breathed against his ear and he nodded immediately, spinning you around and walking you backwards until the back of your knees collided with the mattress. You shuffled up the bed, sinking down into the mattress as he settled himself above you.

The dress you’d been wearing seemed practically scandalous now as it pooled around your hips, and it took Steve a minute to pull his eyes from the smooth expanse of your bare thighs, his hand sliding up and under the material to feel for the lace of your underwear.

“Fuck,” he muttered into the curve of your neck as his head fell forward, fingertips tracing the edge of black lace.

“Steve, please,” it was a whine punctuated with a kiss and whispered against his ear as you tilted your hips up, desperate for more pressure from his hands.

He pulled at the top of your dress in response, lips dropping to your chest, mouthing at the soft curves of your breasts, his tongue working you into frenzy when he reached your nipple.

Your hands which had previously been in his hair and scratching at his back dropped to the front of his jeans, one hand palming him over the denim as the other pulled clumsily at the button.

“Jesus Christ,” he groaned, pushing his hips down into your hand and cursing at the pleasure that shot through him in response.

“You gotta stop that or I’m gonna come in my pants,” he half-laughed against your mouth, tongue dipping back in briefly, deep and filthy.

“Hurry up and take them off then,” You grinned in response, loving how he was so ready to fall apart for you.

You made quick work of discarding your underwear - careful to slip them off before Steve tore them at the hip like the last pair - as he kicked off his jeans and underwear.

He settled back above you, one forearm caging you in as he braced himself, the other hand dropping between your legs and he groaned when he felt how wet you were for him already.

You hissed at his touch, hitching one leg higher around his waist and arching slightly as you breathed out another command for him to please hurry up.

Once he was inside you, mouth on yours, one hand steadying your hips as he rocked in and out of you, nothing else mattered. Your nails clawed at his back, fingers slipping into his hair and pulling hard when he hit a particularly good rhythm.

“Oh my God, Steve, fuck, yes, that’s it, I’m gonna-“

Your vision went white suddenly, legs numb and trembling around his waist and when he came a thrust or two later, his mouth was on yours, swallowing each other’s sounds.

You lay there for a while, head on his chest as he traced lines and patterns across the bare skin of your back, over your shoulder and down your arms until you were dangerously close to falling asleep.

“Lemme take you home, hm?” Steve spoke softly into your hair, a soft kiss pressed into the top of your head.

“Can we go to your place? ‘Wanna sleep in your bed.” You mumbled sleepily, lips ghosting across his throat.

“Sure. Whatever you want.” He replied, slipping out from underneath you gently as he sat up and began pulling his clothes back on.

No one batted an eyelid when you both re-appeared a while later, lips still kiss bitten, hair messy and hand in hand.

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yourlegacysnotyourstosee · 6 months

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I took notes on my thoughts while watching Nerdy Prudes Must Die because I did the same for Black Friday

DAMN Jon said “I am a TENOR”

I literally can’t get over how good he sounds

AHHHHHH LAUREN!!!!!

Bro these songs SLAP

Damn Mariahs hair is so long

Pete is such a mood

I’m literally terrified of being pantsed so bad

BRUH NOT MICRO-PETER

Omg hey Kim

When Cory enthusiastically agrees I’m dying

Omg Max likes Grace???????

Wait that’s so cute

Wait why’s he kinda fine

“His name is Jesus Christ” HELP 💀💀💀💀💀

It’s giving Apex Predator (from Mean Girls)

Damn these HARMONIES THO

My jaw is on the floor the way Cory is talking to her

“How am I supposed to study without listening to Spotify?” ME LMFAO

I KNOW HE DID NOT JUST MAKE AN ISSAC NEWTON JOKE

The way hes like “this is about thermodynamics” me me me. I hate when people make jokes about the things we’re not even talking about.

“NANI” NO WAY HE SAID THAT HELP💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀I LITERALLY CANNOT BREATHE 💀💀💀💀💀💀

Study date????????

Joey Richter my beloved ❤️❤️❤️

When Max enters and the crowd cheers

“Rondevuch”

Max literally has a God complex

Why is Kim everyones mom?

“Walen place”?????

“Mom will you pass the butt stuff????” HELP SHES BEEN CORRUPTED

NO WAY SHES FANTASIZING ABOUT MAX JAGERMAN

LITERALLY WHAT

Awwww Grace is experiencing Catholic Guilt™ ❤️❤️❤️

Girl wdym “he’s gotta go”???

Laurens character is bisexual???????

“WAIFU MATERIAL”?????? I literally can’t get over Jons character

Wait Grace is a little fucked up actually

Wait since the Waylons built hatchetfield high and the starlight theater, could they have cursed the town somehow? Like I know about the evil brothers or whatever, but I’m not super familiar with the lore

Wait I kind of love Grace now

Mariah slays

“Am I reading as Ghost, or Lin Manuel Miranda?” AWWWWWW❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

“Your fucking useless Pete.” Tgwdlm???? In MY npmd???? It’s more likely than you think

I’m very suspicious about how fast they seemed to put the plan together…

I know the plan wont work and Im so nervous I’m getting secondhand embarrassment so bad rn

“Skele-ens”

I need Max Jagerman actually

Awwww Max is a Theater Kid ❤️❤️❤️

AW FUCK HE DIED

HOLY FUCK HE DIED

GIRL WTF IS WRONG WITH GRACE

I love how upbeat this song is

WHYD SHE CUT HIS NIPPLES OFF WTF

Omg Dan and Donna!

Slay Mayor Lauter

His reaction to being asked to the game is giving- “she asked me for the time” “no way” “way :D”

THE NIGHTHAWKS MASCOT 💀💀💀💀

FUCK CLIVESDALE

DAMN THEYRE IN THE SPLITS GOOD FOR THEM

I like that the football team has only 2 players

I love when actors walk through the audience, but ESPECIALLY here when hes stalking Richie bro looks so good

Listen I know he’s about to kill Richie but HES SO FINE HELP

Im literally so Gay bro

THE SMOKE CLUB!!!!!!

THE NIGHTMARE TIME THEME

When she says hes not hot anymore girl speak for yoursef

Please let Grace swear

Oh fuck they’re giving themselves away

Grace Chastity said “acab”

Cory needs more songs

MAN IN A HURRY RETURNS!!!!!

Damn who is this girl in a trenchcoat 😍😍😍

GERALD OH MY GOD

Random side note but what happened to Robert? I was just thinking about how I wish we could see Hidgens again but is Robert still a part of Starkid anymore? Is he on to Bigger and Better things? Does anyone know what those are? I’d love to continue to support him.

Edit: NVM NVM I TAKE IT BACK I DO NOT WANT TO SUPPORT ROBERT MANION NO NO NO SIR

The invisible bird. Literally high school theater

“Heahs the thang about ah bahbecue”

“Ah wawna remember who ah ayum”

Ruth is so real for not know when to do the lights bc the cue lines were wrong

Ugh Laurens voice is so good and I know ive said that about pretty much everyone but it’s true

I know shes about to die rn

The red lighting gave it away

THE WAY HE LOOKS INTO CAMERA AFTER HE KILLS HER I NEED HIM SO BAD

Why did Kim scream like that

Awww Grace has religious trauma now ❤️❤️❤️

THE COPS THEME

OH MY GOD PAUL AND EMMA!!!!!!!!!

He gave her his number❤️❤️❤️

Hot chocolate boy!!!!!!!! I knew Peter was the hot chocolate boy but still

This duet is EVERYTHING

Obsessed with the fact he called MARIAH ROSE FAITH a MEAN GIRL

“Axe wielding maniacs?”

The Waylons did not dig that shit very deep…

OH FUCK THEY HAVE TO SUMMIN THE LORDS IN BLACK

I KNEW THE WAYLONS BUILT LAKESIDE MALL

im so sorry Zombie Max is So Fine

WIGGLY

THEY HAVE HUMAN FORMS??????

“Let me check my Christmas list”

“What do you want steph?” MORE tgwdlm? In MY npmd?

I feel bad for not knowing all their names

Max says bitch a lot

Damn this show is long

Omg this is so sad im tearing up a lil

Max is so fucking funny

Damn Grace is seducing Max this is hilarious

Fuck Grace Chastity or kill some nerds? One of the many difficult decisions in life

He decides to fuck Grace Chastity

OH MY GOD THATS SO SMART

Thats some fuckin Macbeth level shit

Kims teacher character is so cute awwwww

Paul and Bill dance Chaperones??????

Oh nvm that’s Jason

I don’t think I ever mentioned it but the dancing is really good

It’s very clean and crisp

In the last 2 hours I very quickly developed a massive crush on Will Branner

OH FUCK

WHATS GOING ON

WHAT

#also idk how to spell most of their names #so forgive me #nerdy prudes must die #peter spankoffski #starkid #max jagerman #npmd spoilers #nerdy prudes spoilers

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lukeevangelista · 11 months

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being joes sister and dating justin herbert

Joe’s Sister - J. Herbert

I had the perfect fic. Had it wrote out and everything.

Saved it on this god forsaken app.

None of it saved. I need to start writing in my note pad again.

So I’m sorry ): I tried to write what I remembered from the first time

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“No.” Joe laughed, “No way in hell you’re dating him.” He continued, “Because if you break his heart, I’ll hear it all from Joey and I’m not about to deal with his shit over it.”

“What if he breaks mine?” You asked, “Doesn’t that matter too? Seems like you’re just concerned about Justin.”

You were currently on FaceTime with Joe; him being in Cincinnati and you in Los Angeles.

“You don’t want to know.” He rolled his eyes, “I think Sam would kick his ass before anyone else got to you.”

“I’m not worried about Sam.” You said, “and I’m not worried about you or Joey either.” You shrugged, “I genuinely like Justin and you’re not interfering.”

“Good thing I didn’t ask- I was just warning you.”

“I think you’re being ridiculous.” You raised your eyebrows at him, slowly watching his face fill your screen, “Why are you so close?”

“Because I’m trying to keep this low key for you.” He grumbled, “You just had to call when we were getting ready for practice.”

“I’ve got impeccable timing,” you grinned, “Always calling at the worst times.”

“You’ve had bad timing since you were born.” He joked before telling you he had to go.

****

“How did it go?” Justin asked as you two sat down from ordering your food at the hostess stand.

You two had came to some little diner not too far from his house.

“I think it went well.” You started, “But it’s also Joe and he doesn’t like that fact I’m dating you. He kinda tried to discourage me from it.”

Justin didn’t say much about that, him just giving a slight nod at your comment.

“You okay?” You asked as you rested your hand on his.

“I’m fine.” He said, giving you a soft smile, “So what did he say?”

“He’s more concerned about me breaking your heart than you breaking mine.” You laughed. “He said, how do I put it-“ you started, “I’m not listening to Joey because you broke his quarterbacks heart.”

Justin tossed his head back, letting a loud laugh leave his mouth.

“I’m not worried about that.” He chuckled, “but it could have been worse.”

“I just think he’s being pessimistic.” You said as you took a bite of your food that had arrived moments ago, “It just bothers me that he’s being like this. He doesn’t realize I’m going to do whatever I want. It’s like he doesn’t trust me to make my own decisions anymore.”

“It’ll all work out.” Justin said as you two fell in a comfortable silence as you both finished your meals, before sliding out of the booth, stopping to pay.

“I’ve got it.” He said as he pulled out his wallet, stopping you from reaching for yours; as you always did, “My treat.”

“It’s always your treat.” You rolled your eyes at him. Justin typically paid wherever you went, even though you fought him tooth and nail every time.

He scoffed before handing his card to the waitress, “Go wait outside.”

You nodded as you stepped outside into the warm sun, Justin not too far behind.

“I think he doesn’t realize I know what I want and I’m not a child anymore.” You said as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder as you two walked towards his car.

“Not this again.” He jokingly said, as you two neared the car.

“I’m not off this topic Herbert.” You said, “I’m very annoyed with my brother right now.”

“Well, what do you want?” He asked as he opened the passenger side door, you turning towards him as you stopped in front of him.

“You.” You replied as your hand fell to his chest, slowly tracing.

“Good.” He grinned, giving you the smile that always made you fall to you knees, or felt like it, “Can’t wait to get you home,” he said as he motioned you into the car, “Hurry up. We’ve got time and food to burn off.”

“I like the way you think Herbert!”

#joe burrow #soft thoughts w/ari #justin herbert #justin herbert imagine #joe burrow imagine #nfl imagine

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Do or Drink 2 | Joe Burrow

Summary: Despite what Joe wants, the game continues but is stopped when a dare sounds like too much for Joe and it’s impossible to not give him what he wants.

Pairing: Joe burrow x first person reader

Words: 3237

Notes: this fic contains smut so 18+ please. Thank you so much for liking my other fics, I hope you enjoy!! ❤️

“Wait, stop it.” I quickly said just as Joe was about to thrust into me. Joe looked up at me, thinking something was wrong as I began to shimmy my way out from under Joe. “Are you seriously going to leave me like this because you want to continue the game?” Joe asked me, a mixture of shock and confusion on his face as he referred to his boner. I could tell he was annoyed that I wouldn’t let him relieve himself just yet. What can I say? I was enjoying this game and I didn’t want it to end just yet. “If I recall correctly, it’s your turn.” I said and grabbed my panties from the ground and put them back on. I patted Joes thigh, trying to take my eyes off of the tent in his pants and go back to the game, although with every passing second, I could feel the throb in my pants get more intense, and I somewhat regretted not letting Joe fuck me.

Joe glared at me for a few seconds before reaching over and grabbing another card and then started to read it. As soon as Joe read it, he began to chuckle to himself and then look over to me, contemplating whether he should do it or not. “Don’t drink, do it.” I laughed and tried to look at the card. “Then I have to sit on your lap until it’s my turn again.” He said. I began to laugh more and then snatched the card from his hands and read it, thinking it was a joke, but it wasn’t. “Are you kidding me? You weigh like 500 pounds. You’re gunna crush me.” I laughed, but put my feet down on the ground instead of on the couch to prepare myself for his big ass to sit on me.

“Excuse me? What’s with the fat shaming? I’m only 220 or some shit.” Joe laughed a little before rubbing his hands together in a playful manner while he scooted on closer to me. “Oh boy.” I said to myself as he shimmied his way onto my lap. Joe sat sideways with his feet on the couch so he could put some weight on the couch instead of it all on me. “Holy shit.” I strained when my legs began to ache already as he pushed me down into the couch. We both began to laugh as Joe handed me another card so we could hurry this up and he could get off of my lap. I flipped the card around in my hand and began to read it. “Oooh, yes. Now this I can do.” I said with a little giggle and set the card back down. I reached up and grabbed the top of my bra and began to pull it down until my breasts were completely uncovered. I looked up at Joe as he swallowed hard.

As he looked down at my breasts, his cheeks and ears turned the shade of a tomato and he started breathing heavier. “Did you know that I have a love hate relationship with this game.” Joe asked me as I put my bra back on. “And why is that?” I joked, knowing exactly the reason. Joe loved that during this game, he got to see my breasts or tease me or do things that no other game would allow him to do. The part he hated was that he’s been sitting here with a boner basically since the start of the game, which isn’t very ideal for him. “You know why.” Joe chuckled as he got off my lap and sat down next to me where he originally was since it was his turn again. He leaned forwards and picked up another card and read it out loud with a big laugh. “Imitate your partners moaning or drink twice…oh fuck yeah.” Joe continued to laugh before setting the card down and clearing his throat, preparing himself. Joe began to let out loud and open mouthed moans in a girly way, imitating how I moan. “Oh Joey. Fuck.” He continued to moan.

The whole time, I couldn’t stop laughing as he continued to moan out things that I usually do. “You’re so big!” Joe moaned before I slapped his arm. “The other one I have said, but that one…I have never said that once.” Joe and I both laughed, making him stop moaning finally. “Yeah, but we both know you’re thinking it.” He said and raised his eyebrows up and down really quickly with that panty dropping smile on his face and a wink. I shook my head as I began to blush and grabbed another card with a laugh. Joe placed his hand on my thigh and began to squeeze at my bare skin. I was still only in my panties and bra from having to take off pieces of clothing and it was getting extremely cold. “You’re not going to like this one.” I said with a little laugh and shook my head even more. I knew it would turn him on even more and would drive him crazy. “What is it?” Joe asked curiously. “Both of the options suck.” I said. Joe looked at me a little confused before I said, “either lick your partner’s waist or finish both of your drinks.” I said. I knew that if I finished both of our drinks which were still pretty full, I would surely get drunk, but I knew the other option wasn’t the best for Joe. Joe groaned a little bit out of frustration and rubbed the back of his neck. I then looked down at the huge tent in his pants.

With a small smile, I stood up and walked in front of Joe. Joe just trailed his eyes up my body until we made eye contact. I could see every detail as I stood in front of Joe while he sat manspread on the couch. His bright blue eyes, his long curls that draped over his forehead, his jaw line that was begging me to place kisses along it, his bare neck which I wanted to leave magenta marks on, those plump and red lips and hands that I wanted on me again. I didn't know if it was the mixture of me being horny while being intoxicated that made my head a little fuzzy or the fact that my perfect husband was sitting down right in front of me looking absolutely beautiful, but all I could focus on was him.

My core clenched around nothing and a breath hitched in my throat. “Fuck this game.” I said quickly and pulled the hair tie off of my wrist and gathered up all of my hair, securing it loosely in a ponytail. "You’re fine with ending the game, right?" I asked him with a giggle and started to walk closer to him, despite already knowing the answer. I saw how excited he was getting. Joes eyes filled with lust and he quickly started to pull down his shorts. "I wanted to end the game before but of course you wanted to keep going." Joe said quickly and frantically pulled himself out of his boxers. His cock, free from his pants, tried to spring up, but was weighed down from the size of it as I bent down in front of him on my knees.

With a loud gulp at the size of him, I made eye contact with him and brought my mouth closer to the tip. Opening my mouth, I swirled my tongue around the tip, tasting the pre-cum that coated it before flicking my tongue over the sweet spot on the side of it, tasting the salty remnants. Joe sucked in a breath at the initial contact and in a matter of seconds, tangled his left hand in my hair that was in my ponytail. "C'mon, Don't tease." Joe strained, having waited long enough for this. While maintaining eye contact, I took him in my mouth and started to suck and slurp while grabbing the base of his cock with my right hand since I couldn't take him all. "Oh fuck." Joe hissed. His eyes rolled into the back of his head while I made sure not to neglect a single vein as I sucked him into oblivion. I went down until the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat and then started to bob my head up and down.

My hand at the base of his cock worked together with my mouth to ensure that I didn’t miss a single inch of him. As I looked up at Joe, he breathed heavily and gripped my hair tightly, forcing my head down on his cock. While I bobbed my head up and down, Joe emphasized my movements by pushing my head down so his cock hit the back of my throat each time, almost making me gag. Tears and mascara ran down my face until I needed to pull away from Joe to get in a breath. With my other hand, I gripped Joes thigh and pulled my mouth off of him while still pumping him with my other hand. Joe, knowing I needed a break to breathe and now able to look down at me, made eye contact with me as a stream of saliva and precum dripped down my chin and onto Joe’s thigh.

"Come here." Joe said and started to lift me up off of the ground in front of him. My knees cracked in the process from being on the hard ground and then I straddled Joes lap. Joe placed his arms on the back of the couch, wanting me to do everything since I denied him sex for a while. Nerves flooded my body and I questioned if I could even do this. Every single time I've rode Joe, Halfway through my legs burn and it feels like I can't go anymore. It gets to the point where Joe has to take over, but today I kind of deserve it I guess. "Use the couch baby. Just use the couch." Joe talked me up. Joe breathed heavily as the desire for him to be inside of me increased. "You can do it." Joe hummed softly.

I took a deep breath, and, with a nod, moved my panties to the side. As I touched my panties, I felt the pool that formed and was currently getting bigger, and my thighs were damp with my own arousal. I lined myself up with Joe before slowly lowering myself onto his cock. The tip of Joes cock pushed through my soaking folds and I sunk down a little deeper. A loud gasp escaped my lips as I took a second to get adjusted to his size. My walls clenched down around him, making us both say, "fuck", at the same time. I let out loud moans as I sunk down deeper and deeper on Joe, his cock stretching me out and filling me up in the most perfect ways. "That's it, baby, you can take more." Joe groaned, muttering sweet words of encouragement which only made me more confident. With Joes words and a loud moan that escaped my lips, I sunk all the way down on Joes cock.

I began to move up and down on Joes cock and move my hips forwards and backwards, creating a rhythm that almost sent me over the edge as soon as I started. From under me, Joe wasn't ashamed of hiding his noises of pleasure and groans as I road him. Hearing Joe only made me want to pleasure him more, so I road him faster and harder, the tip of his dick hitting my g-spot repeatedly every time I sunk all the way down on his cock, making me let out loud open mouthed moans. A feeling of total pleasure and euphoria washed over me and flooded my head and I leaned my head back and sealed my eyes shut. I moved forwards more and hit a spot I missed the entire time and let out a loud, "oh fuck Joey.”

With his left hand, Joe brought it up and grabbed my chin between his index finger and thumb, bringing my head down. I opened my eyes and made eye contact with Joe before my legs started to burn. I slowed down the movement of my hips and let out a moan when Joe brought his hand back down to where we were connected and rubbed his thumb gently over my clit. "Use the couch, baby." Joe said through gritted teeth as I rode him and my walls fluttered around his dick. I listened to him and put my hands on the back of the couch and gripped it hard.

While maintaining eye contact with Joe, I used the couch as leverage and started to bounce up and down on him faster, his cock once again hitting my cervix with even more force, my veins coursing with pure ecstasy. "Fuck-There you go." Joe groaned and clenched his jaw down hard as I rode him. Within a few seconds, I felt a knot in my stomach and then my high washed over me. I crumbled on Joes lap as my legs and then whole body began to shake. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. "Oh my gosh." I breathed out as my body came down from my high. I breathed heavily as my orgasms washing over me. With a little moan, I lifted myself off of Joe's cock. “You did so good." Joe talked me up as he lifted me off of his lap and on the couch so I was laying flat on my back. Joe climbed up in between my legs and kissed my lips before he trailed his kisses along my jawline and then settled on a spot on my neck, surely leaving magenta marks. While he did this, he took off my panties and threw them to the side again.

I let out eager moans as he sucked and kissed the soft skin on my neck. I ran my fingers through his hair and tugged a little bit as my core throbbed. “I need you.” I begged as I breathed heavily, needing Joe inside of me again. “Be patient." Joe said, teasing me. Joe began to slowly kiss and suck on the other side of my neck, leaving hickeys on that side too. One of joes hands started to squeeze and play with my right breast. Moaning slightly, I put my hands on joes back and dug my fingernails into it, wanting him to stop messing around. “Please.” I sighed eagerly as he continued to kiss my neck. Right after I said this, Joe spread my legs apart with one hand and then detached his lips from my neck with a small popping sound.

Joe looked into my eyes, but all I could focus on was what was in between his legs. I once again gulped the size and started to wiggle underneath of him, needing him. “Go on, baby.” Joe said. I reached down slowly and grabbed his cock in my hand. Joe groaned at the contact as I gave it a few small pumps with my hand. I looked at the tip that was red and dotted with not only his pre-cum but my arousal as well and started to slide the tip along my soaking wet folds. Soon after I did this, he pushed into me. I tensed up at the immediate feeling as he stretched me out and filled me up. “Fuck, baby.” Joe moaned at the feeling of my walls squeezing around him. I gasped roughly at the feeling of him inside of me but took a few deep breaths which calmed me down and let me acclimate to his size. “Are you okay?” Joe asked me. I quickly nodded in response, preparing for the pleasure I was about to feel. As soon as I nodded, he began to thrust deeply into me, letting me adjust to his length before he started to go in faster and harder.

My nails dug into joes back as he repeatedly thrust into me, and I knew I was leaving red welts and even blood. “Oh Joey. Fuck." I said, moaning his name loudly. Every time Joe would pull out a little, it was met with a fast and hard thrust back into me. As he fucked me, I arched my back and ran my fingers either through his hair or his muscular back, the feeling of pleasure taking over. His hips slammed against mine so hard that he had to hold my hip with one hand so I didn’t move as much. A clapping sound filled the room shortly after. My mascara and tears streamed down my face as we made eye contact. No matter what, Joe wanted to look into my eyes. He wanted to look at my fucked out face and see just how good he made me feel. It didn’t matter if it was in a mirror or not, he loved looking at me. When I thought he couldn’t get any hotter, he reached up with his other hand and grabbed onto the arm of the couch for more stability as his hips snapped quickly against mine and picked up the pace, causing my eyes to roll into the back of my head.

I felt the knot come back, but I didn’t focus on it and I didn’t want Joe to push me to my orgasm just yet. The amount of pleasure I was feeling was unlike no other and I wanted to feel this forever. I continuously let out moans and when the pleasure started to get replaced with some pain, I bit my lip hard and soon tasted blood. As we made eye contact, Joe read my facial expression and then dropped one of his hands down to where we were connected and started to rub slow and gentle circles into my clit. “Don’t stop!” I moaned out loudly as the pain was once again replaced with pleasure. I’m in sensation overload and it feels amazing: Joe’s slow circles on my clit and the way he is fucking me into the couch with every thrust is driving me absolutely crazy. When the knot became too hard to ignore, I arched my back and felt myself clench around him as I came apart for Joe, my orgasm washing over me once again. “Joey.” I moaned his name loudly, scratching his back hard as his hips continued to thrust into me quickly. As we made eye contact, I shook my head slightly, letting Joe know that I wasn’t able to go any more rounds, so Within a few seconds, Joe’s thrusts got sloppy before he groaned and I felt a twitch inside of me.

I let out one final moan as Joe pulled out of me and collapsed by my side as my body rippled and shook next to him, my orgasm washing over me. The both of us breathed heavily, sweat coating the both of our foreheads and Joe’s liquid ran down my thigh. “You’re amazing.” I said, out of breath. Joe looked over at me and wrapped me in his arms. “No you are.” He said, also out of breath, placing a kiss on the top of my head.

#joe burrow #joeburrow #cincinnati bengals #nfl #joe burrow bengals #joe shiesty #joey b #bengals #joey burrow #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow smut #joe x reader #joe burr

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Yours, mine & ours | Part 2: good dads

Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington | Single Dads fic

Summary: Eddie adjusts to being a... dad? Guardian? He's not sure what to call himself. However, he does know he needs to call in backup.

Warnings: pure fluff, mentions of parental death, needles

Word count: 4.2k

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By the time they pull up to Daryl's place, Matthew has a whole new wardrobe, he’s clipped into a brand new booster car seat and he’s so excited to meet Eddie’s friends. He hops out of the van and his light-up shoes shimmer against the pavement, his smile is infectious, making Eddie beam as they walk up towards the door.

“Eddie!” Laurene is the one to open the door before they even get a chance to knock.

She is the sweetest woman Eddie has ever met. With her curly red hair and her big toothy smile, she makes the most delicious cookies in the world and she would do anything for her family. And not just blood family, no, she takes in people as her family all the time. She has 3 families she babysits for, a few of her children have friends who practically live with them after school, and all Daryl's co-workers are always welcomed over.

She has a big heart, and Matt’s about to experience it firsthand.

She squats down to be at a child's level and she smiles, “You must be Mr. Matthew.”

He nods, blushing a bit. “Hi.”

“I’m Laurene, you can call me Aunty Laur if you want?” she reaches out for his hand and to Eddie’s surprise, Matt takes it with a nod. “It is so nice to meet you.”

“Thank you,” he answers with the smallest voice.

Eddie runs his hands through Matt's hair, “he’s a little shy, but he’ll warm up. He’s also really excited to meet you guys… do you have any other kids over today?”

“Just one, little Shelby is having lunch with the boys,” she explains while getting back up. “Come on in, I’ve got sloppy Joe’s ready for you guys in the kitchen.”

“Speaking of; how are your kids?” He asks, ushering Matthew inside. “Take your shoes off, bud,” he whispers down to him.

“Why?” He looks up with concerned eyes.

“Some people prefer shoes off in their homes,” he explains while toeing off his Converse. “Put them beside mine right here, you don’t want to get outside germs on someone's carpet.”

“Oh,” he nods along, sitting on the ground to pull the Velcro straps up and slip his shoes off.

“The kids are good,” Laur answers his previous question with a smile, admiring the way they work with each other. “Liz is out with the girls, Joey is god knows where on his bike and Kenneth is on his second sandwich, you might want to hurry up before they’re all gone.”

He laughs, “Sounds like Kenny.”

Eddie leads him into the kitchen, hand on his back, “Have you ever had a burger before?” He asks. Matt nods, “Sloppy Joe’s are like burgers, but the meat is mixed with a delicious sauce. You should like it, but if you don’t, don’t feel bad.”

“Okay,” he tries to smile through his slight anxiety. “Is Aunty Laur dad's sister?”

He shakes his head with a slight chuckle, “No, sometimes aunt and uncle are names we give to grown-ups that are important to us. You’re going to see Laur and Daryl pretty often, they’re really special people in my life.”

“Oh, okay,” he follows along.

“Matthew!” Daryl cheers as they enter the kitchen/dining space. “Pleasure to meet-cha!”

“Hi,” he gives him a wave.

Daryl is a bigger guy, around 6’3 and a few hundred pounds but he just calls it stuffing. He’s a big teddy bear and he shows that when he comes over and wraps Eddie up in a big hug. Matthew stands close to him, close enough that Daryl's hand comes down to tussle his hair as he pulls back from the hug, “Come have a seat, we’ll get-cha some lunch.”

“There are boosters in the corner if he needs one,” Laur calls out from the kitchen.

“I got him one for the car today,” Eddie explains as he grabs one and puts it on a dining chair. “It was scary driving to the mall without one but we got it.”

“I never had one before,” Matthew shares, climbing up into the seat.

“Yeah, well, that’s cause your dad didn’t like following rules,” Eddie says with the snippiest of tones.

Little Shelby is sitting there quietly, not making eye contact with Eddie but she does stare at Matt a few times between her little bites of lunch. Laur comes over and puts a plate in front of Matthew, “this is Shelby,” she motions over to the toddler in her chair. “Shelby this is our new friend Matthew.”

He waves at her, “Hi… she’s tiny.”

“She is,” Laur smiles, soothing her hand over Shelby's hair. “You’re doing such a good job eating, honey. Your dad's going to be so happy when he gets here.”

“Do you watch her most weekends?” Eddie asks.

She nods, “Yeah, her dad has a few clients on weekends, so I take her for a few hours. She’s the best… I think you went to school with her dad, Steve? Steve Harrington?”

He looks at her like she has 3 heads, “the king of Hawkins High has a kid?”

She laughs, “he’s 26, it’s not that shocking. I had Liz when I was 21.”

“Yeah, but he’s… Steve?” Eddie can’t believe it. “He had a different girlfriend like every week, except for that year he was with Nancy Wheeler, but then he went right back to having a million girlfriends. He didn’t even go off to college? He was always with the kids from my club, he was like their babysitter or something?”

“See, he had experience with kids and now he has his own,” Laurene pushes right back.

“Sounds like you know a lot about this guy?” Daryl teases, knowing Eddie’s preference. He’s seen Eddie pick up a few guys from the garage, they come to get their breaks done and leave with a date.

He tries not to blush, “I don’t. I just know of him. Everyone did. He was always around.”

Daryl just hums and takes another bite of his sandwich, leaving Laurene to pipe up. “Well, he’ll be here at 2 to get Miss Shelby and you’ll get to see how wonderful he is.”

“Does his wife ever come in to get her?” He asks, wanting to know just who Steve Harrington ended up with. He wonders slightly if it’s Wheeler, or maybe he got with Buckley from band cause they were always together in her senior year…

“Oh, no,” Laur shakes her head, looking sad. “Um, no, she’s no longer with us.”

“Oh,” Eddie's heart drops into his stomach. He looks at Shelby, so little and innocent and she’ll never remember her mom. Unlike Eddie and Matthew, who had the blessing of knowing their moms. For her, it’s either a privilege to not know how wonderful she was and what she missed out on or a curse to never have experienced the love of a mother.

“But it’s okay,” Lauren’s voice gets even softer as she wipes sloppy Joe off Shelby’s cheeks. “She has me and Liz, and her aunty Robin, and grandma Claudia. She has so many wonderful women in her life.”

Shelby smiles so much at all the names she just heard, lighting right up with that Harrington charm.

“He’s still close with Buckley, that’s good to know,” Eddie nods along, taking a bite of his food finally.

“They live together,” Daryl adds. “She’s the art teacher over at the high school now. They got a place together cause it would make them more financially stable.”

“It was smart, they have enough room for all 3 of them and Robin goes to Indianapolis to visit her partner on weekends,” Laurene continues. “Which is why I get the pleasure of watching Shelly today.”

“What does Steve do?”

“He’s a hairdresser at the mall,” Kenny throws in. “He cut my hair here in the kitchen last week.”

Eddie almost laughs but he knows better than that. He was always so… fluffy. His hair was always done, even after gym class, you’d expect it to be sweaty and ruined but he was able to make it look flawless. He smelled of expensive products, it wafted down the hallway when he’d walk by. It’s not really a shock that he’d want to get into that as a career. He probably makes a killing off all the girls who come in just to flirt with him while he touches their hair. Like when that Hargrove kid worked at the pool and the moms were drowning for the chance to be touched by him… Eddie can only imagine how many botched colours Steve has to correct.

“Maybe he can cut your hair?” Eddie teases Matthew, nudging him slightly. “Unless you want to grow it out like mine. I’m surprised Al let you keep it so long.”

He’s got messy hands from his sandwich so he uses his forearm to push his hair back, “I like it.”

“Me too,” Eddie smiles at him.

The conversation lulls a bit there, they move to talking about what they got at the mall, sizing and registration for kindergarten. Laurene knows some people at the elementary school, she dug up boxes of clothes and sorted aside ones that she thought would fit him. Just by looking at him, she knows she got it right.

She helps Matt clean up his hands and face before breaking out the new clothes, letting him set aside the stuff he really likes. Which is almost everything. He’s so overwhelmed but also excited, that it breaks him out of his shell a bit. He gets comfortable with her, asking if he can try some of it on. This is how they end up doing a fashion show when Steve Harrington walks in the door.

Daryl has Shelby in her lap as he walks into the house, “hello, anyone home?” He calls out in a teasing tone. “Where’s my favourite girl?” She lights right up at the sound of her dad's voice and starts to climb off his lap and jump up and down happily on the carpet with her hands flapping in front of her.

“In here!” Eddie calls back in a girlish voice, the urge to piss off the popular kid never left when he exited high school.

When he enters the living room, he’s also shoeless. His sock-clad feet pad over the carpet softly, he doesn’t walk quite as hard as Eddie imagined him to. That big head and all that hair aren’t as heavy as it looks.

“Munson?” He asks, taken aback a bit, just as Shelby runs into his leg for a hug. He scoops her up quickly, kissing her cheek and whispering that he missed her.

“Harrington, how are ya?” He gives him a charming smile.

He’s still just as pretty as he was in high school, just, older. His hair is lighter, he has highlights or something. His skin is more freckled, he’s put on a bit of weight and he has a cute little bit of facial hair going on. His lips are still pink and pouty, his nose still strong and his eyes still as welcoming as ever.

“Good, good,” he nods, trying to not get too personal. “What are you dong here?”

“Tada!!!” Matthew comes running down the hall from the bathroom towards the living room again, in green cargo pants and a yellow shirt this time. He does a spin and poses for them, smiling away and then he freezes when he notices the stranger. “Oh, hi.”

“Hello,” Steve gives him a smile. “You look great! Yellow is your colour!”

“Thank you,” Matthew blushes.

“I didn’t know you had a kid?” Steve turns back to Eddie, “he looks just like you.”

“Oh no, he’s—

“We have the same father,” Matthew cuts in. “Eddie’s going to be my dad though. He said dads are special and different from fathers, so if he keeps reading to me before bed and taking care of me and if loves me like Wayne loves him, he’s going to become my dad.”

“Oh,” Laur holds her hand over her heart. “Did you say that?”

Eddie nods, getting down to Mathew's level. “There’s no if buddy, of course, I’m going to take care of you and love you forever. You’re mine now.”

“That’s…” Steve looks all choked up. “That’s so beautiful. Wow. Dustin always said you were good with the new kids in your club.”

Eddie looks up at him with wide eyes, “Henderson? I haven’t heard from him in a while. How is he?”

“He’s good, he’s graduating from MIT this year,” Steve says with a proud, almost fatherly nod. “He’s somehow always getting smarter, it’s actually crazy.”

Eddie laughs, standing back up, he runs his fingers through Matt's curls and smiles at him. He remembers messing up Dustin’s hair all the time, Matt’s hair is so much like Dustin’s. And he’s smart. He’s going to end up being a little nerd too, he’s already so interested in Eddie’s things that he can’t wait to introduce him to DND and teach him how to play guitar.

“Yeah, he was the best,” he reminisces. “Do you still talk to the others? Mike and Lucas?”

He nods, “Yeah, Mike did a 2-year social work course, he’s working in Indianapolis for CPS.”

“Oh,” that’s a little bit of a shock, but he’s probably good at it. Probably really good at it, actually. He brought in a lot of lost sheep for their D&D club after Eddie graduated, he basically took over Eddie’s role of leader when the older kids left too. He was always good at making people feel accepted and wanted.

“Yeah and Lucas is at Notre Dame, he started on a basketball scholarship but also tried out for football. He’s their quarterback now. He brought them to NC double A championships this season,” he brags, so excited for him. He’s holding little Shelby’s hand and starts to bounce her slightly, making her smile. “We went up to see him play in South Bend a few times, didn’t we?”

She nods, “Uncle Lukey.”

“Yeah, Uncle Lukey,” Steve smiles. “She’s super shy, she can talk she just doesn’t talk often, which is weird cause she’s around Aunt Robin all the time and all she does is talk.”

She rests her head on Steve’s shoulder with a smile, snuggling into him. “Oh, she’s tired,” Laur teases, getting up to gather all her things. “She had a good day today. We played Barbies and she helped me water the plants outside and then we had some sloppy joe’s for lunch.”

“Ooo,” Steve plays up the excitement for her. “That sounds like a fantastic day.”

Laurene hands him Shelby’s bag and runs her hand over her hair, “I’ll see you on Monday, sweet girl. We might have our friend Matthew back for some afternoons too.”

Eddie hasn’t even asked her about that yet. He still has so much to do before he looks for a babysitter— like sign the kid up for school, but it’s good to know she’s already down to watch him. She’s such an amazing woman with such a huge heart, of course, she’d want to take in another little kid to take care of and love while their parents work.

“Oh, fun,” Steve bounces her again, making her giggle a bit before he pulls an envelope out of his pocket to hand to Laurene. “Well, thank you so much again, we will see you on Monday.”

“You will,” she quickly puts the envelope in her own jeans pocket and waves to Shelby. “See you later, have a good rest of your Sunday with Daddy!”

Steve takes her back to the entryway to get their shoes back on and Matthew follows, which makes Eddie follow him. “Hey, hey, we’re not going yet.”

“I wanted to say bye?” Matthew almost whines, sad.

“Oh, okay,” Eddie gives in quickly.

“It’s okay,” Steve assures him. “You’re so sweet, buddy. What’s your name?”

“Matthew,” he smiles, bursting out of his shell.

“Well, Matthew, it’s been very nice to meet you,” Steve compliments. He sets Shelby down on the bench near the door and reaches for her shoes. “It’ll be nice for Shelby to have a new friend near her age.”

“How old is she?” He asks.

“She’s 3,” Steve smiles. “Aren’t you, Shell.”

She nods, holding up 3 fingers, still not really talking.

“She’s smart,” Matthew compliments. “Can she read?” He asks, something Eddie asked him just yesterday.

He nods, “a little. She watches Sesame Street and they’ve been teaching her a lot of stuff before she gets to go to school. And I read to her at night, she’s started to pick up on what words look like and she’ll read things out to me.”

“Wow,” Matthew thinks that’s just the coolest thing. “You’re a good dad.”

Steve puts his hand on his heart, “thank you.”

“And I like her shoes,” he points. They light up too. “I got new shoes today.”

Steve reaches over to the brand-new, light-up shoes on the carpet, “these?” He holds them up.

“Yeah!”

“They are so cool!” Steve hypes him up.

It makes Eddie’s heart swoon.

Fuck.

Yeah, okay, maybe Steve Harrington has always been good-looking… but seeing him with kids. Seeing him with Eddie’s “kid”… that makes his heart swell so much. He’s so kind and being a dad looks so good on him. His weird little crush on King Steve has started to resurface.

He’s doomed.

Once Steve stands up again, he slips into his shoes, grabs the bag again and picks up Shelby, all while still talking to Matthew about reading.

“Yeah, Eddie’s reading me Lord of the Rings,” he brags.

Steve laughs, “Of course he is. I’ve heard it's a really fun book.”

He nods, “it is.”

“Okay, well, it’s been so nice talking to you but we’ve gotta get home now,” Steve says as nicely as possible. Reaching for the door handle. “You have a good day, Matthew.”

“Thank you, you have a good day too!” He calls right back, waving as they slip out the door. “Wow… he’s so nice.”

Eddie smirks, “he is… he really is.”

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Daryl gives him Monday off so that he can get things settled with Matthew. They take a trip up to Indianapolis in the morning, they see a doctor and find out that Matt's had most of his vaccines when he was 3, before his mom died, he just needs them updated… but he was so young when he had them last, he doesn’t remember what they’re like and it’s scaring him.

He’s cuddled into Eddie’s side while the doctor preps the shots. He’s shaking a bit, he looks up at Eddie with big sad eyes that break his heart, “it’s okay,” he runs his hand over his hair, soothingly. “You’ll be okay.”

He starts to cry a bit, not believing him. So he does the only logical thing.

“Do you have like a flu shot or something you can give me?” Eddie asks, “I just want him to see that it’s not painful, I’ll get one first so he knows he’s safe.”

“Oh, yeah,” the doctor nods. “I can give you a tdap but you’d have to pay $45, it’s good to keep those updated.”

“What is it?”

"Tetanus, Diphtheria, and Pertussis which is whooping cough,” she explains. “It’s good to get them every 10 years, you might’ve had your last one at 16.”

“Yeah, I might’ve,” he shrugs. He really has no idea. “Let's do it.”

So, she finds another vial and she fills a needle all while Eddie takes off his jacket and pulls up his sleeve. “You can watch, if you want?” Eddie assures him. “They don’t hurt. It goes in for a few seconds and it helps keep you healthy and makes sure other kids don’t get sick because if you don’t get these, it could hurt other people.”

“Oh,” he takes a deep breath, wiping his eyes. “I don’t want to hurt anyone.”

“Cause you’re a good kid,” Eddie reminds him. The doctor approaches him with the needle and he reaches out his hand, “Here, you hold my hand and then I’ll hold yours when it’s your turn.”

He nods, gripping Eddie's hand tightly.

“Okay here we go,” the doctor says as she puts it in his arm. “1, 2, 3, and we’re done.” It’s over just as fast as it started.

“Wow,” Matthew whispers.

“See? It didn’t hurt,” Eddie shrugs it off, pulling his shirt sleeve back down. “Let's get your arm ready.”

Eddie helps him take off his sweater and push his t-shirt sleeve up, he sits on Eddie's lap and Eddie holds his hand. “You don’t have to look, you can look over there at the wall,” he explains. “You’re doing so good.”

“Okay, so I have to do 2 different shots, so we’ll do one in each arm, okay?” She explains, waiting for a nod.

Matthew takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, “do it.”

“Okay, brave guy,” she says as she sticks it in his arm in one fluid motion. “1, 2, 3, and we’re done.”

He opens his eyes, full of shock and awe, “see, it wasn’t that bad?” Eddie teases him. “You did great.”

“Best patient I’ve had in a long time,” the doctor compliments him too. She gets the other needle while Eddie helps him roll up his other sleeve. He looks the other way, closes his eyes and she does it all over again. “1, 2, 3, and that’s it. You’re all done.”

Matthew lights right up, “I did it?”

“You did it,” Eddie hugs him. “You’re so brave, buddy.”

They get his paperwork done, proof that he’s up to date on his vaccines and info on when he’ll need more. He had a checkup 2 days ago when he arrived with CPS, they took him to the hospital for that tho… it’s Eddie’s understanding that Al was selling drugs from their apartment, there was worry that he was making them there too and that the fumes and chemicals were affecting Matthew, but there was no proof of that. No lab, no equipment, and no trace of anything in Matthew's bloodstream.

Thank god.

They stop for lunch before they head back to Hawkins, a couple burgers and fries at a little diner neither of them has been to before. The waitress fawns over Matthew, loving his curly hair, saying he looks just like his daddy… and they don’t correct her. They simply say thank you.

On the way home, Matthew is in his car seat in the back of the van, tapping his fingers on his knees along to the music. Eddie watches him in the rearview mirror with a smile. He’s the cutest little guy in the whole world. He’s opened his heart right up, he can’t imagine a life without him now. This was where he was supposed to be.

He turned the music down a bit, looking at him through the mirror once more, “how are you feeling, buddy?”

“My arms hurt a little,” he says trying to be brave about it.

“I’m sorry buddy,” he apologizes. “Do you think you have enough energy to come with me to the school to get you registered?”

He nods, “Yeah.”

—

Well, he didn’t.

By the time they reach the “Welcome to Hawkins” sign, he’s asleep in his chair. Eddie doesn’t have the heart to wake him up and drag him into the school, so he simply drives right to Wayne's trailer.

Wayne doesn’t leave for work for another 2 hours, it shouldn’t take Eddie that long at the school. He lightly wakes up Matthew as he picks him up, “hey buddy,” he whispers. “You can go back to sleep in a second okay, I just need you to know where you are.”

He just groans, “where?”

“This is grandpa Waynes trailer,” he whispers, holding him close, Matthews head on his shoulder. He walks him up to the door and opens it up without knocking.

“Ed!” Wayne light right up and then quiets down, “oh, hey.”

“Matty, had his shots today and he’s tired but I have stuff to do at his new school, can you—

“Of course,” Wayne reaches out for him, taking him from Eddie with a groan when he realizes how heavy the kid is. He puts him down on the couch, head on the pillow and reaches for a blanket to cover him.

Eddie kneels down in front of him and brushes his hair back off his face, “I’ll be back soon, you’re safe with Wayne. You have a good nap and I’ll see you later, okay?”

He just hums, “Bye da-Eddie.”

He smiles, leaning in he presses a kiss to his forehead and stands again. Wayne is swooning a bit, he never thought he’d see Eddie with a kid of his own, but here he is. “I’ll be an hour at most, I don’t think getting him registered will be that hard.”

“Do you have all his information?” Wayne asks, making sure he doesn’t get all the way there and needs to turn around.

“Yeah, in the van,” he points as he reaches the door again. “Thank you for—

“No need, he’s always welcomed here,” Wayne assures him. “It’ll be nice to have a mini Eddie to watch again.”

He slightly chuckles, “Okay, well, have fun. I’ll be back.”

Single Dads fic

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klausinamarink · 1 month

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Prompt: “new beginnings” (discord drabble from STWG) | ao3 link

a day late since I’ve been working on other stuff but also a gift to the amazing @pearynice! hope your birthday was awesome

Despite being a Tuesday, the tavern’s gotten busier as the hours inches towards the evening. Eddie feels the headache coming as more patrons demand beers their way. The strong stuff, they always request, even though Eddie’s been serving in this place for nearly five years and he still has no fucking clue what that’s supposed to mean.

There’s some prep shuffling onstage but Eddie doesn’t turn around to check. Very few so-called musicians in this place make him peek over his shoulder. The ones that do turn out to be disappointing.

Turns out that playing Master of Puppets to distract a horde of interdimensional demobats that would later chew out half of your body can set up high standards in music.

“Hey, Quinn,” Jessie, one of the other servers, calls him, “clean up the tables, would ya?”

Eddie nods, grabs an empty container, and goes over to collect the abandoned drinks. When he rounds to the third table, Eddir hears the mic being tapped before the mediocre singer of the night speaks.

“Hello, folks, my name’s Joey and I’m happy to share some of my original songs with you.”

Eddie pauses. His brain is rattling with recognition. But for some reason, he cannot place where or why that voice sounds so familiar.

“Hopefully, someone I’m searching for is here today.”

They clear their throat. Starts playing on the keyboard. It’s slow and melancholic like a lullaby. Then-

“I can’t stand the storms when it flashes red. It just shows how much they hate the sun.”

Eddie slowly turns around, hands gripping the container’s edges so tight that it probably cuts his fingers.

But none of it matters more than the sight of Steve Harrington onstage.

It doesn’t look like him. But it sure as hell sounds like him. But Eddie can’t be sure of that either because he had heard Steve talk, not sing like an angel.

“I grab my bat and run to your side. Like an avenging angel, but all I earned was the loss of my wings. And maybe my tears too because I sure can’t cry anymore.”

For once, the tavern has fallen silent. Everyone is captivated by the long-haired stranger exposing his broken heart so casually. All the while, Eddie is stunned.

The longer he listens to Steve’s song, the more difficult it becomes to hold back the tears in his eyes. It brings him back to the day when the government suits told Eddie and the entire Upside Down crew that not only Hawkins will be scrubbed off the Indiana map, but they would be given new identities and homes somewhere in the country. On any other day, Eddie would’ve been avid. But instead, he stared at nothing and nobody as everyone’s cries of protest and outrage faded into static in his brain.

Eddie had looked up once. His gaze had landed on Steve, who looked like he was either seconds away from snapping the closest suit’s neck or seconds away from bursting into tears. Eddie had wanted to follow the internal plea to walk over to Steve and hug him. Maybe whisper some comfort in his ear that the Party would still find contact. But he hadn’t - he was still too shocked and tired from his healing injuries to even get up.

That was the last time anyone had seen or spoken to each other.

“The storm continues. I keep walking, the bat in my hands. Hoping to-” Steve brings his gaze up, eyes flickering through the crowd.

And, like a magnet, they land directly on Eddie.

Eddie is half a room away from the stage but he sees the exact second of Steve’s expression changing from painful reminiscence to disbelieved shock. Eddie himself feels his heart stopping mid-beat, unable to move or even try a silly wave back.

The crowd applauds, mistaking Steve’s silence as the end of his song. It’s by then that Eddie hurries outside.

Eddie’s on his second cigarette when the side doors swing open. He expects the manager Ripley to give him shit again, but it’s only Steve with his keyboard slung over his back.

Steve stares at him again. When the door closes with a click, he says hoarsely, “Hi.”

“Hi,” Eddie greets back.

They both stare at each other, taking in the sights. Eddie had long cut his hair short and kept his curls trimmed behind the ears. Steve’s hair had grown (as if it wasn’t already long when Eddie last saw him) and appears to be sun-bleached. Even their clothes got reversed; with Eddie wearing polos (as per tavern guidelines) while Steve’s clearly taking denim vests and a darker palette.

Eddie expects the change. But it still hurts him somewhere that yeah, it’s been six years.

“Sorry, it’s weird to see you without long hair.” Steve breaks the silence, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

Eddie laughs, “Well, when you got a name like Joseph Quinn, you gotta try and look like the guy.”

Steve raises his eyebrows, “That’s what they renamed you?”

“Yep,” Eddie nods solemnly, “But I’m still Eddie Munson at heart. What’s yours?”

Steve looks away, a blush rising on his cheeks. “It’s terrible.”

“Dude, you literally introduced yourself as Joey just now.”

“That’s how terrible my government-mandated name is!”

“Tell meeee!” Eddie starts poking at Steve’s ribs, making the other man burst into laughter. Steve grabs onto Eddie’s wrists, stopping him just inches from his face. Eddie catches his breath, unable to stop himself from briefly glancing down at Steve’s lips. He sees Steve doing the same, even licking his lips.

“I got a trailer parked in one of the lots nearby.” Steve says softly. “If you want-”

“Yeah.” Eddie’s voice catches in his throat. He swallows and says again, “Yeah. Of course.”

They walk together, forcing themselves to keep their hands at their respective sides. Eddie’s heart pounds in his chest as they arrive at Steve’s trailer, a Winnebago that’s smaller than the one Eddie had hotwired for him years ago. The moment they step inside, Eddie lurches forward and pulls Steve into a sheering kiss. Steve moans and grips his hands on Eddie’s hips while Eddie tangles his fingers into Steve’s hair.

Eddie lets Steve take him apart first, squeezing his hand tight as Steve whispers sweet nothings to his skin. Then Eddie flips them over and does the same to Steve, telling himself to go slow even though Steve is urging him the opposite. After they’re both spent, they stay in each other’s arms, gulping down air and tears.

“I never thought I would see you again.” Eddie confesses quietly, tracing nonsense patterns between the tiny moles and rough scars on Steve’s arms.

“I couldn’t just live this new staleass life without seeing everyone again. Even if it would take me decades to find them again.” Steve’s eyes are soft and sad as he stares into Eddie. He has a finger circling around the puckered scar on Eddie’s cheek.

“So you go around the fifty states singing on the keys hoping to see one of them at a bar?” Eddie asks.

Steve huffs, “This is my side gig. But yeah, I guess you can call that wishful thinking.”

“Where did they send you?”

“Oregon. Too wet there.”

“That’s what he said.” Eddie can’t resist saying, earning a playful flick on the cheek. He hears himself turn somber when he asks, “Did you find anyone from the Party?”

“Robin in ‘88. She was in New York.” Steve smiles, undoubtedly proud to reunite with his platonic soulmate. “She refused to let me leave for a whole year.”

“Good for her. Who else?”

Steve falls silent and shifts his gaze up to the ceiling. “I haven’t found anyone since. Probably because I’m too dumb-”

“Don’t even say that.” Eddie cradles a hand on Steve’s cheek, tilting him to face him again. “You’re not an idiot, Steve. You should give yourself credit for actually finding Robin and me, even if it was dumb luck with me.” He wipes a thumb underneath Steve’s eye as a tear trails out. “Besides, it’s the government’s fault for thinking they can separate us all forever.”

Steve gives a wet laugh. “So much for new beginnings, right?”

Eddie presses another kiss on him. One on his lips, then two more where the twin moles lay on Steve’s cheek. “Not if we keep searching together.”

Steve stares at him. His eyes go wide before they soften. “Together?”

“And ever.” Eddie confirms. Steve makes a small disbelieving voice before leaning in to kiss Eddie, holding them together as long as they can.

It tastes like a vow.

#klaus writes #steddie #stranger things

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joeys-babe · 6 months

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Joey B Imagines: Who’s That Girl With Him?

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summary: when you find out that joe might not be where he told you he was going, you and your best friend drive around cincinnati in hopes of finding out the truth.

warnings: none, angst, cussing

pairing: joe burrow x reader

imagine universe: into the mystic

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(y/n’s pov)

"hey baby, i'm gonna go workout with ja'marr okay? i love you." - joe whispered and kissed your cheek

before i could even ask any follow up questions, joe had left the room.

when i opened my eyes the clock said 8:30. the twins hadn't waken up yet so i went back to bed.

it was a few hours later when i did wake up. it was to the doorbell ringing.

i was decent enough so i just walked straight downstairs.

when i opened the door it was alexa.

"girl, why are you here?" - you

"felt like coming over. why do you look you just rolled outta bed?" - alexa

"because i did." - you

"really? i'm surprised you aren't on your third round of the morning with joe yet." - alexa walked in the house

"alexa! you’re disgusting! i just gave birth four weeks ago, and joe’s not even here!" - you

"what why?" - alexa followed you upstairs

"he's working out with ja'marr?" - you

"ja'marr's home.." - alexa

"wait what?" - you

we had just walked upstairs and i stopped dead in my tracks, turning and facing alexa.

"are you sure that's what he told you?" - alexa

"yes! he told me this morning he was going out with ja'marr." - you

"uhm…" - alexa

"where is he?! oh my god, where is joe?" - you started panicking

"y/n calm down, i'm sure he's fine!" - alexa

"who's he with?! alexa why did he lie?" - you

"he's probably at the facility y/n, maybe he was supposed to workout with ja'marr but then j canceled.." - alexa

"we're gonna go find him." - you

"what do you mean??" - alexa

"we are gonna go driving around cincinnati until we find him." - you

"don't you guys have a tracker on each other? just check that." - alexa

i pulled the app up and it said joe had his location off.

"his- his locations off.." - you

"okay now i'm mad, we’re gonna go find him. i’m gonna call gracie and evan to come watch your twins." - alexa

"okay, i'm gonna hurry up and get ready.." - you

i threw some clothes on before brushing my teeth and hair.

only one of the twins was awake so i was feeding tyson while alexa and i sat on the couch waiting for gracie and evan.

"what do you think he's doing?" - you

"joe’s not a bad person. i don't think he's doing anything you wouldn't agree with." - alexa

"but why wouldn't he tell me the truth about where he was?" - you

"have you tried calling or texting?" - alexa

"no.." - you

"when did he tell you he was gonna leave to work out?" - alexa

"he told me this morning at 8:30." - you

"well it's 11.." - alexa

"i know, im freaking out alexa. what if he's cheating on me?" - you

"y/n.. calm down. call him." - alexa

i sat tyson's bottle down before pulling my phone out of my pocket and clicking the call button on joe’s contact.

it only rang twice and said the call was declined.

joey❤️ - busy rn

"alexa, im really nervous." - you

no knock or doorbell ring, just gracie barging in with evan following.

"hand the baby over, go find him." - gracie

i jumped up and handed tyson over to gracie.

"thank you guys so much." - you

"you're welcome, and y/n you should calm down a little, you know joe. he wouldn't do anything to harm you." - evan

i nodded before alexa pushed me out the door.

we hopped in her car and went straight to the facility first.

zac was standing at the front desk talking to the receptionist.

"zac? is joe here?" - you

"oh, hey kid! no joe hasn't been here at all today, why?" - zac

"nothing important. thank you for your help. see ya taylor!!" - you

"bye y/n!" - zac called out as you ran back outside

i sat back down in the passenger seat and alexa drove off.

"he hasn't been to the facility at all today, zac said." - you

"okay, text every player joe is close to and ask if he's with them." - alexa

i did exactly what she said. texted sam hubbard, tee higgins, tyler boyd.. literally half the roster.

all of them said no.

"alexa i'm gonna throw up, i think he's cheating on me." - you

"girl, you don't know that." - alexa

we drove around cincinnati for literally an hour, going to all of joes favorite restaurants and places.

i even tried checking his tagged posts on instagram, hoping that maybe a fan met him and posted it. maybe giving me a location hint but there was no new pictures.

"let's get some lunch, i dont’t think we’re gonna find him." - alexa

"i can't even think about eating." - you

"you don't have to okay, but i'm hungry and there's this really good açaí bowl cafe place around here." - alexa

i rolled my eyes as alexa put the cafe in the gps.

on our ten minute drive to the place my mind started to wander to the worst possible outcomes.

is joe cheating on me? is the life we built together gonna be thrown away and be discarded? i can't live without him.

we had arrived to alexa's place of choice and the inside was actually really cute.

it was a corner cafe with windows looking out onto the busy city street.

"i'll have the açaí bowl and a sweat tea." - alexa

"okay.. anything for you?" - waiter

"oh.. no thank you." - you

"are you sure?" - waiter

"yes." - you

"okay suit yourself." - waiter

the waiter walked away and alexa started a conversation, but i wasn't engaged in it.

i just stared out the windows at the people walking past.

there was this really tall guy and shorter girl with blonde hair, they both had coffee in their hands.

they were smiling at something on the girls phone and when the guy lifted his head my heart stopped.

it was joe.

"alexa! look outside right now! it's joe!" - you

alexa's neck popped because of how fast she whipped her head around.

"who's that girl he's with? do you know her? she doesn’t look familiar." - alexa

"no.." - your heart shattered

"we're leaving right now, i'm gonna beat the shit out of him." - alexa

joe and the girl continued walking down the street.

"no don't, can we follow them? i want to know what they are doing." - you

(joes pov)

"okay i know you said that the first house i showed you was perfect but here's another one.." - evelyn showed joe a house on her phone

"oh that's gorgeous, my wife y/n would love that." - joe smiled

"your wife has excellent taste mr. burrow." - evelyn

"yes, excellent and expensive." - joe laughed

"oh she's a girl, expensive is what we like!" - evelyn laughed

"i better get home to her before she gets nervous about where i am." - joe

"that's another common girl trait!" - evelyn laughed

"here i'll walk you to your car, downtown cincinnati is sketchy to walk around alone." - joe

"you bought me coffee and are walking to my car? they don't make gentleman like you that much anymore. your y/n is very lucky." - evelyn

we started waking down the sidewalk again and i realized we had passed a cafe that y/n had always wanted to go to. i made a mental note to take her to a breakfast date there.

(y/n's pov)

alexa and i were following joe and the girl down the sidewalk a long ways behind them.

they weren't really talking or anything, just walking and sipping their coffee.

we followed them all the way to a parking garage and the girl unlocked her car.

her and joe had a brief hug before sharing a few words and then she got in her car.

joe than walked further down the lot to his porche and alexa and i ran off to where we had parked her car before going to the cafe a few levels up.

(joes pov)

i walked evelyn to her car and before she opened her door we shared a brief hug.

"okay so which house do you think you’re going with?" - evelyn

"i think number one.." - joe grinned

"i'm sure your wife will love it! i'm gonna go out on a limb and guess you won’t need time to get a loan?" - evelyn

"no, i can go ahead and make a down payment if that’s okay?" - joe

"that’s great. the next time i see you will be the official tour of the house so y/n and your kids can see it. that's also the day you'll walk away with the keys!" - evelyn

"i'm so excited, thank you so much." - joe

"oh it's just my job as a realtor, no need to thank me." - evelyn

"i'm glad i chose you as our realtor, i think you have similar taste to y/n so it makes it easier for me." - joe chuckled

"yeah, i'm excited to meet her. bye." - evelyn

"bye!" - joe

(y/n's pov)

we were a couple cars behind joe but we quickly realized he was just going back home.

alexa had to stop for gas, so here we were alexa was out of the car pumping gas as i was sitting in the car sobbing.

joe was with another woman, and lied about where he was at. he's a fucking cheater.

when we got home i jumped out of the car and ran in the house.

joe was in the kitchen talking to evan who was sitting at the bar.

gracie was sitting on the couch, no babies in sight.

"hey baby, where'd you go?" - joe

i looked at him for a second and something in me snapped.

i started running towards joe.

"don't!-" - gracie

i grabbed the iced coffee out of his hand, taking the lid off and throwing it in his face.

"what the fuck?!" - joe

"y/n-" - evan

joe wiped the coffee out of his eyes before looking at me with the most confused look on his face.

"don't look so confused joe! you're cheating on me!" - you

"what?! no i'm not!" - joe

"don't lie! alexa and i just saw you with a girl. you guys got coffee, you walked her to her car, you guys hugged!" - you started crying

"y/n it wasn't what it looked like!" - joe

"than what was it joe?!" - you

joe opened his mouth but i cut him off before he could make a sound.

"you know what, i don't want to know. i thought you were my soulmate joe! we have kids together! what was i to you?!" - you

"y/n listen.." - joe

"no, i’m not going to listen! i'm done joe, im leaving you! we are over!” - you

"she was my realtor y/n! i just put a down payment on a fucking house for us!" - joe

"oh damn." - alexa

"wait what.. you're not cheating on me?" - you

"no! why would i ever do that?" - joe

"wait you bought a house?!" - you

"yes. for the love of god i didn't cheat on you, id never do that. she was helping me with picking a house because i wanted to surprise you" - joe sighed

"oh my god.. i'm so sorry.." - you

"it- it's whatever.." - joe

"i threw coffee all over you.." - you

"i'm gonna go change.." - joe

he pushed past me and walked up the stairs.

"i tried to tell you.." - gracie

"i feel like shit. i can't believe i did that. or even thought joe would cheat on me." - you

"its okay y/n. i don't really think joes upset with you." - evan

"i threw coffee in his face." - you shook your head, not able to believe you just did that

"you should go talk to him privately.." - alexa

i nodded and walked upstairs, joe was in our bedroom slipping a new shirt on.

"joe.." - you

"mhm?" - joe

"im so so sorry. i can't believe i thought you'd do such a thing." - you

"it's alright. i understand why you thought that, i know it looked pretty sketch from your pov." - joe

"i overreacted big time." - you

"nah you're all good. do you want to see the house?" - joe smiled

"yes!" - you

joe pulled out his phone and sat down on the bed, patting the spot next to him signaling for me to sit there.

i did and he started showing me pictures of the house, it was absolutely beautiful.

"joe, it's huge.." - you

"i know, we have a big family and a growing family of our own so we'll need the room." - joe

"is that you trying to tell me you want another baby?" - you

"i don't know, maybe. not right now, but definitely soon." - joe

"we'll see." - you

"okay." - joe smiled

"baby listen, i'm actually so sorry about everything. i promise i'll never throw coffee in your face again." - you

"you're fine y/n, but i do appreciate that promise." - joe chuckled

"i love you, more than anything." - you

"i love you too. i hope we fill all 5 rooms of that house with babies." - joe

"slow down there babe. i just had twins less than two months ago." - you

"i'm just kidding... maybe." - joe

"oh what am i gonna do with you?" - you

"i have an idea." - joe smirked

he tossed his phone on the bed behind us and leaned forward, placing his lips on mine.

he pulled me closer and closer until i was sitting in his lap and the kiss was more intimate.

we still haven't gone farther than making out, or me helping joe because i'm still fragile from giving birth not to long ago.

but nothing is better than kissing joe, it felt like fireworks going off throughout your body.

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authors note: some angst for your sunday ��

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