#joe is too cute to handle

[shamblingrevenant]

Arai Sumiko continues to bless us even when there's no new chapters

#this is too cute for my heart to handle T_T #the guy she was interested in wasn't a guy at all #mitsuki koga #uncle joe #reblog

[hsmtmtsjoefrankie]

The way Frankie calls Joe 'Joey' most of the time is so adorable

#like his voice changes when he says it and it's too cute for me to handle #they are both so sweet but also so funny #hope we're gonna have way more nail painting parties now #love watching them even later #i literally woke up at 5am to watch it and i was at my friend's and she was sleeping next to me and i couldn't listen to them properly #so im thankful for easthighseblos on youtube for uploading the whole thing bc i could watch it and actually hear everything they said #im rambling but it was a great start to the weekend and pride month #frankie rodriguez #joe serafini #joe and frankie #hsmtmts

[carolmunson]

orange colored sky (older!modern!eddie)

older!modern!eddie - setlist inspired by the fact that i fall in love with someone new every time i got to trader joe's and @loveshotzz new older!steve series. manip by my fave @eddiemunsons-missingnipple tw: nothing really, very much a meet cute at a grocery store. eddie is in his early 40s, reader is late-late 20s/early 30s. lemme know if you guys want this to be a whole thing.

the automatic doors rush cool air into your face, a sweet reprieve from the sticky heat of this summer. a much muggier july than you remember having as a kid. but then again, you don't remember that much about being a kid these days. trader joe's is a little busier than usual, which makes sense with the holiday weekend coming up -- but you hate when it's busy. there's already too many sounds -- some summer 90s playlist and the squeaks of the carts, people in their hawaiian shirts milling around with boxes and box cutters. you just want some snap peas for god sakes. 

you grab a basket and adjust your canvas bags on your shoulder, tossing your headphones in them for later. you feel 'running errands ugly' but everyone seeing you in the bike shorts you threw on this morning doesn't think that view is ugly at all. your music drowned it out on the train ride over here. you're already sort of annoyed. people just don't know how to do anything anymore -- why are we just standing in front of produce. get what you need and go! you think hastily. but you wait for people to stop gawking at the produce and make their selection before you grab the romaine, snap peas, and shredded brussel sprouts you need. when you turn you almost walk entirely into someone's cart, eyes flitting up briefly and muttering a 'sorry, s'cuse me'.

can everyone just get off my fucking ass? you huff to yourself internally. you maneurver over to fruits, a few stands in a row -- citrus, apples, berries. all separated by category in large cargo looking boxes. you snag a big box of cherries, the three pound one, knowing you'll go through the small ones too fast. you frown over the lack of watermelon, continuing along while someone turns the corner into your aisle. you look up for a moment, just to scan your surroundings, to see who it is.

 you've never seen him before, but you've never seen anyone here before. it's not like there's regulars at the grocery store in a city like this. his hands hang over the handle to his cart by the wrists, knuckles tattooed in shapes you can't make out. you follow the leather banded watch up to a full sleeve of ink, only obscured by the start of a cuffed t-shirt sleeve, a crisp white that blinds against the black of the elvira pin up tattoo on his tricep. horror icons blending into each other seamlessly. you can see more black and color peeking out from the collar of his shirt --vintage judas priest, mint condition, tucked comfortably under a well perserved denim vest covered in patches of bands you've never heard of. you're surprised by the black chino shorts on his bottom half, not expecting someone who was clearly still stuck in their grunge phase to wear those over cut off jeans. the busted up reebok's on his feet make up for it though -- pairing nicely with the tattoos on his calves and thighs, not quite sleeves, but enough to make a statement. 

you grab a box of strawberries and pop them into your basket, surveying the mangos on the top shelf at your eye level while he maneuvers behind you. you think he's cute but you don't take too much stock in it -- it's so like you to have a 'train boyfriend' or 'trader joe's boyfriend' for a brief moment in time. someone cute that you spot outside and never speak to. it's one of those days.

he has brown eyes and thick lashes, hair dark wrapped in a bun on the top of his head with streaks of silver poking through, bangs in his face. some curls stick to the heated skin by his neck and jaw. not that you're looking. the scruff on his face is littered with salt and pepper -- maybe that part of him aging more than the rest. he grabs a heap of bananas to his nearly empty cart. he also has a big box of cherries in there. he wears a cologne with spice and suede in the notes, it's familiar, a little smoky. maybe an old boyfriend used to wear it. you shrug it off, grabbing a mango or two and popping it in a produce bag before hocking it in. more veggies for a greek salad. an onion. some pre-packaged turkey slices. 

you turn into the first frozen food section, weaving through more people who just stand there and you grit your teeth. you snag some frozen broccoli, the coolness bringing you a moment of calm so that you don't lose your mind inside the store. more like traitor joe's. you grab a few more things, a veggie medley for a tofu scramble, some scallion pancakes that you’ll use as meal replacement because no matter how many times you think you’ll food prep you never do. you see him at the end of the aisle, rifling through bags of frozen shrimp to find one he likes. you notice he has a ring on but it’s on his pointer finger, two more rings on the hand that holds his cart by his hip – a silver chain dangles from what you assume is his wallet in his back pocket. his keys jingle from a carabiner by his front belt loop. slut, you think to yourself. you grab a bag of small frozen salmon filets, not paying much mind to your grocery store boyfriend of the week when you turn the corner to the next frozen food aisle. he’s there not soon after you, grabbing frozen fruit medleys and a few bars of chocolate on the non-frozen shelving above. you aren’t sure if he sees you, but you see him. you can smell the suede and spice of his cologne as his moves past you to the other end. bread is on the back wall of the store, you want to get sourdough but you know you’ll just eat it plain and not make sandwiches so you opt for the tuscan loaf instead. you snag a bag of mini bagels, forgoing the small baguettes this time. you can’t afford the good burrata this week for any special girl dinner you come up with, so it’s best to not have it around if you can’t pair it with anything pretty. further down the back wall you get to snacks and don’t ignore the bag of yogurt covered pretzels – a basket must. seaweed snacks for salmon rice bowls. plantain chips. Your basket feels a little heavy but at least this errand is almost over. you turn down the pasta, beans, and rice aisle and there he is turning down the other end. you both catch each other this time, because this time feels like it’s not a coincidence. you both break eye contact as quickly as you make it, both of you looking down and smiling to yourselves. you feel the heat on your cheeks but you don’t see his blush, both of you too preoccupied with whatever you have to pick up to pay attention to the other. you smell the suede and smoke even after you lose him to the next couple of aisles. 

pre-packaged tortellini, lox, shredded cheese. chicken thighs. a six pack of some pretty sounding beer you’ve never tried. your basket overflows but it’s fine. the errand is over, at least here, before you need to run into target which for some reason is far less overstimulating. he’s a few people ahead of you on the opposite line, still leaning over the edge of his cart with his hands hanging, one thumbing a text to someone before he stands up fully to push the cart ahead. he looks over his shoulder and your eyes briefly meet for a moment – heat on your cheeks – before he moves ahead to turn down the long row of cashiers to pay. you don’t see him when it’s your turn and by the time you’re done paying you’ve already forgotten about him, lost in a flirty conversation with the guy ringing you up. target only has half of what you need and that’s fine because nothing else will fit in the big canvas bags you brought with you for your groceries and it’s at least an eight minute walk back to the train. you groan when you get back out into the heat, the boiler room of the subway cooking you as you make it down to the platform. a pleasant sigh passes your lips when you see it’s at least only a four minute wait until your train makes it to you – only a few more minutes of suffering before you’re on your way back to your air conditioned studio apartment. you look across the platform where some old lady’s push cart rattles as it makes it down the stairs on the other side. her little body walking ahead, a voice saying ‘i got it, ma’am don’t worry,’ echos down into the chamber of the subway.

there he is. a canvas bag on each arm filled to the brim and the push cart lifted in front of him. while you can’t see from this distance, you have a feeling you’d like how his arms looked at full capacity like this. the cart’s metallic jingle continues when he places it on the concrete ground, pushing it over to the woman who now sits pleasantly on the bench. you watch their conversation while they say quiet ‘thank yous’ and ‘your welcomes’ to each other and he checks his phone while he finds a spot to stand, waiting for his train on the opposite side.

you check your phone just the same and look up again as he puts his phone in the pocket of his vest. his attention catches on you from across the way.

he gives you a small wave and smiles. he has a nice smile, infectious.

“hi.”

you wave back with two fingers, a small salute, “hey.”

“i’m eddie,” he starts as the red glow of the light on your train starts to pull in. 

the chug, chug, chug starting to drown him out. he raises his voice with a boyish grin, you hear him just before the train obscures him from view – whooshing past you as it pulls into the station. “i normally go to trader’s on wednesdays!”

you get on the train when the doors open, seeing him still on the platform, searching for you in the windows. you put your hand up again in an awkward wave and he grins when he finds you. ‘stand clear of the closing doors, please!’ he puts a hand back up with two fingers, mouthing out a message. ‘wednesdays around two.’

you give him the okay symbol with your fingers and nod at him, chuckling at the ridiculousness of the situation, he chuckles too. his smile is pretty, lips are full. his two fingers point to his eyes and then at you – ‘see you then’. 

the train pulls away before you get a chance to reply. 

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[allamericansbitch]

since y'all seemed to want this.... here's the live notes i took while listening to each song for the first time (bold are thoughts i had during later listens)

fortnight: 

‘i was a functioning alcohol till nobody noticed my new aesthetic’ what the fuck does that even mean…

love the fact she gave post the female collab treatment. don’t wanna hear what he has to say. 

they’re voices sound actually good together? 

some pockets of the melody are catchy

okay i don’t hate this 

ttpd:

her red flags are on fire in this song lol

this seems very half-cooked

also jacks weird mixing continues to plague us all

CHARLIE PUTH???? WHAT THE FUCK WHY HE HERE

tattooed golden retriever??? ……no way

my boy breaks all his favorite toys:

i blinked and it’s half over

this also is like… half cooked and didn’t need to be released tbh

i love the way she sings the second verse tho

down and:

the production does not match the vibe

did tpain produce this

i’m… kinda bored lol

like i have nothing to say this also didn’t need to be released tbh 

this grew on me a lot actually

so long london 

the production is so futuristic? 

oh im obsessed with how she sounds on this one

her talk-singing in the verses is great

honest lyrics without any clunky unnecessary metaphors! a win!!

the fast-paced verses with th slow chorus is really really cool

a favorite so far

daddy i love him

i can barely hear her? the bad mixing continues 

‘growing up precociously sometimes means not growing up at all’ oh yeah WE KNOW

is this…… is this about her dating matty and loving how people hate him… no fucking way she’s this stupid

SHE IS BEING THIS STUPID

‘it’s white noise’ yeah yeah that’s exactly how id describe him  

.... anyway y'all remember when fans really believed the little mermaid theory and this song was supposed to be about how 'joe stole her voice' lmaooo

we will pretend this one doesn't exist!

fresh out the slammer

are we getting another ‘i didn’t cheat technically’ song lol

what is this weird tempo change….

okay kinda catchy

it’s sounds exactly like you are in love at the end….. jack is really out of tricks

florida

‘my friends all smell like weed or little babies’ what the fuck is she even talking about anymore 

i’m sorry but i’m laughing at the phrase ‘fuck me up florida’

again the production sounds so detached from the vocals 

i honestly still have no idea how i feel about this one

guilt as sin

an real instrument?? wow crazy 

okay she’s kinda cute? catchy and fun, love the melody

i love when she goes up at the end of the vocal 

okay…. i don’t mind this one she’s catchy, a little too long and drawn out but cute

who’s afraid of little old me?

what is this production? it’s way too soft to be as threatening as they’re trying for 

why did jack push her vocals back so far when she’s supposed to scream…. that’s ruins the whole thing…. she’s supposed to be screaming and threatening….. not quiet and far away…. hello

this song is trying very hard to be threatening but it’s not... vigilante shit 2.0

‘you wouldn’t last an hour in the asylum they raised me’…………… upper middle-class pennsylvania? 

‘i’m drunk on my own tears isn’t that what they all say, that’ll  sue you if you step on my lawn’ okay bar?

the bridge was good but that’s about it.

i can fix him 

…………… not another matty song oh god

‘i can handle a dangerous man’…… im too stunned to speak this is so embarrassing 

wow taylor really is that girl who like ‘women supporting women’ and then dates/defends a racist bf…. a walking example of white feminism

intersectional feminism found dead.... twice....

loml

okay this is really nice? 

I WAS ACTUALLY ENJOYING THE SONG WHY DID SHE RUIN IT BY SAYING ‘MR STEAL YOUR GIRL’ 💀

if we ignore that one line we're good this is good. im refusing to let that line ruin such a good song

i can do it with a broken heart

‘bitch smile’ why are there so many cringey lyrics on this album lol

what is this song omg why do i kind of like it 

taylor please learn depressed isn’t a synonym for sad 

they recycled the mastermind production 

wait till taylor finds out most of the entire world is sad while they're doing their job and has to pretend they're not

smallest man who ever lived 

oh i think i like this?

‘you said normal girls were boring’ GIRL AND YOU DIDNT IMMEDIATELY GET UP AND LEAVE??? EWWWW??? she's not beating the pick-me allegations

'i just wanna know if rusting my sparking summer was the goal' okay love that line

i like this a lot

the alchemy

no….. no way this is real

i cannot

THE SPORTS METAPHORS WE JOKED SHED DO THAT AND SHE ACTUALLY DID IT OH NO 

touchdown ✅ teams ✅ benches ✅ winning streak ✅ the league ✅

she’s doing…… the worst thing ever this is so laughable 

the corny lyrics are on overload 

‘this time it’s heroine with an e’ didn’t she write folklore? i can’t remember 

that literally was an snl parody of a taylor song

clara bow

love how the guitar sounds… bet money this is an aaron track 

a stevie nicks reference!! a win!!!

i like this one a lot no cringey lyrics yet

nope never mind she name-dropped herself don’t like that

overall really liked it tho

the black dog

i think i like it?? this is kind of what i expected the album to be

okay for once the weird production choices kind of pay off

imgonnagetyouback

kinda catchy? 

she loves a fancy car getting wrecked line

the pre-choruses are the best part 

this would’ve been better without the jack of it all bc he loves a song that doesnt build to anything

this just comes down to personal preference: i don’t like her lighter vocals with jack’s heavy production (ie most of lover lol)

the albatross

a real instrument!!! production that matches taylor’s voice and is well mixed!!! aaron’s arrived!! 

i think it’s solid, has good writing and she sounds great. that's about it.

chloe or sam or…

took me a solid minute to have any semblance of a fuck to know what was going on but okay

okay i love this one

wayyyy more emotive than like… most of the original album

a lot of the 2nd version (or whatever this is lol) are way more emotive, maybe because her voice isnt drenched in reverb so we can actually hear her voice emote better

how did it end

this sounds like an old school adele song? 

i love this one too…. 

her being upset people wanna know what happened but then also feeding it while promoting the album oop 

i love the story of this one it's so refreshing

so high school

THE PRODUCTION is so good ugh aaron never fails 

the man here is a walking red flag girl and the lyrics are ~not it~ but the production is too pretty to hate it

fuck these lyrics are so bad lol

maybe if i disassociate hard enough i can ignore the lyrics and just listen to the production and vibe

give me a karaoke version of this song and we'd be so back

i hate it here

i mentioned disassociation and she made a whole song about it!!!! this one’s mine!!!! 

‘without all the racists’ GIRL HUH

WHAT WAS THE REASON

also... girl don’t act like we don’t know you’re fine with that lololololol

if i had a dime for every time i was liking a song to then have it slapped away because of a bad, out-of-pocket lyric…… 

thank you aimee

this isn’t grabbing my attention 

oh the bridge is interesting 

it’s meh 

i will never be thanking the people that bullied me thanks tho

i look in peoples windows 

what do you mean aaron didn’t produce this??? it’s well-made and has instruments? 

i love this one, again a really interesting and unique concept that's very refreshing to hear at this point when a lot of the songs feel repetitive

the prophecy

aaron guitar!!!! 

she’s nice i like her 

i've really grown to love how she sings this one, the melodies are cool.. however i feel like we've heard the same melody.. like on this exact album... where she upturns at the end of every line...

cassandra 

this seems very…. familiar… idk i feel like we’ve covered this (i mean there are 31 songs we’ve already covered everything lol)

this is such an aaron song, that's a classic 'the national' piano

i like her voice in this one tho, sounds good

peter

oh love i love this

now this? THIS feels the most like a taylor swift song

once again she’s at her best with a simple instrument and emotive simple lyrics

the piano reminds me of champagne problems

the bolter 

i like this! the chorus is so cute

oh i like that ending line a lot!

she’s cute, a little long and drawn out but cute

robin

i haven’t seen anyone talk about this one

welp…. i literally have no feelings toward this one but sounds pretty! 

the manuscript

oh this is soooooooo powerful 

i love this concept 

her ending the album on another introspective album that sums everything up a la dear reader yep yep!!

if you actually read of this ily 💗

#tp #ttpd lb #kind of lol

[emsgoodthinkin]

Eddie Munson

Steve Harrington

Rafe Cameron

⤬ reblogs, comments & likes are appreciated ⤬

Multi-Fandom imagines / videos 💭 📺

Eddie watching his gf stim

Eddie said sit on it

Obx daddy issues

I watch Scream for the plot

Subby lil Eddie

Joe🤝Joe

Eddie and Steve? Nah, Ghost and Konig

Eddie in a ski mask

Cute stupid head Ed

I can take them both (not in a fight)

Steve’s predator stare

If Billy was in Queen of the Damned

We all wanna sit on Keerys lap

Daddy Steve vibes

Head? Head.

Hybrid puppy Ralph vibes

Joes an ass man

Billy loves Steve’s eye contact

Joe calls Dacre mommy

Cocky Keery

Let Quinn take you to a bad place too

Arthur can’t take the pressure

Arthur deserves a good ride

Sweaty Ed

Joseph’s BBC

Eddie and corrupted princess vibes

Eddie soundgasm

Rockstar Eddie’s f*ck song

Looks can be deceiving Mr. Keery

Oh yes Rio

Steve Harrington? No, Steve Gallagher

Dacres fine like wine

Twitter links

Put a knife in me Rory

Rafe can handle it

Mommy Nancy

Damon’s words get you wet

Big boy Hopper

Big boy Billy

Riding Steve’s thick limbs

Eddie whoppin yo ass

Eddie say please?

Steddie voices

Do it in the shower Billy

Spencer is a womanizer

Dacre can’t stop lookin at you

Eddie’s warning stare

You crawling to Eddie

Eddie being too calm during punishment

Steve grabbing Eddie’s ass

Eddie’s jeans..

Which Joe can you see

I need Billy and Eddie to wreck me

Joe reacting to a dirty text

Eddie loses V-card

Your beautiful goofball Ed

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[joesanrio]

His favorite | R.R

Summary: Joe can’t help it, you’re his favorite thing in the whole word.

Pairings: Roman Reigns {Joe Anoa’i} x black!reader || established relationship

Warnings: pet names, mentions stealing, bratty!reader, criminal!Joe, oral (fem. rec), p-in-v (unprotected), dirty talk, Dom!Joe, Sub!reader, not edited

Word count: 613

Ratings: Fluff, Smut | 18+

A/N: I’ve been so busy, so I’m sorry for the wait 🙏🏾 also, look how fluffy his hair is- I CANT

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His favorite girl. His only girl.

“Oh, Baby look! Please, it’s so cute! I want it.” Your plump lips pout as you hold up the bunny, Joe can’t help but smile while watching you coo at the small animal. Eyes big with care as you hold the bunny near your body to keep it warm, “It’s cute, but I don’t think you can take care of it.” He tries to reason as your face contorts into sadness at his disapproval.

A small huff leaving his lips as you walk away from him in frustration. “Princess. You can’t have a bunny. So cut it out.” He follows behind you closely causing your heart rate to spike up, you don’t like being chased. “Please! She can entertain me when you’re gone.” A soft whine leaving your lips as you stop by the bunny’s enclosure, Joe loving the way you beg.

“How about this, if you can be good for a whole week… I’ll get you a bunny. Yeah?” He negotiates as you keep looking away from him because you’re too focused on the delicate animal in front of you.

“Look at me.” Joe getting aggravated at the lost attention, your soft eyes immediately meeting his. “Really? That’s easy because I’m always good.” Joe eyebrows pique in amusement, your head nodding eagerly.

Good is an overstatement coming from you, you’re the brattiest girl he’s ever met. But Joe loves it; the way your juicy lips pout, perfect eyebrows contort in frustration, nose sometimes scrunching in disapproval.

How your words are laced with sass whenever you speak as you can’t help it. He loves every bit of it, because he can always fuck that brattiness right out of you.

“Okay, let’s start now then. Put the bunny down and lets go.” Joe’s voice is stern as you kiss the bunny’s head before placing it back in the pen. “You promise.” Holding up your manicured pinky to his huge one, pinkies locking making you squeal in excitement.

His hand going to hold your soft hand as he guides you out the store, “I want to go home.” A quick yawn escaping your mouth as you enter the parking lot.

Joe nodding while you follow him to the car, your lips curve themselves into a smile as your eyes scan over the beautiful man in front of you.

[House; 7:26pm]

“When did you buy that?” Voice delicate as he pulls stuff out of the bags and sorts them into a pile. “Baby… I didn’t.” He chuckles as your eyes widen in horror, “What! I thought you said you’ll stop doing that.” Complaining at the man who’s amused by you.

Rolling his eyes, his finger goes to shush you as a loud huff leaves your mouth. “Please stop doing that. I don’t like it- what if you get caught?” Concern written all over your beautiful face, it makes Joe feel guilty to see you like that.

“I won’t. Trust me doll.” His pet names for you rolling off his tongue effortlessly. A little hum is all you respond with, Joe continuing his task of sorting out your new clothes. “Do we have ice cream?” You randomly blurt as you hop off the bed, ass round as you make your way to the kitchen.

Your body is never unnoticed by Joe, he sees everything. Touches everything. Kisses everything. If he could touch and please you all day long, he would without a second thought. The only thing stopping him is work and how you cry after about the 5th round because it’s too much for you to handle.

“Joseph! Can you come here!” Your voice booms through the house, immediately dropping what he’s doing to come to you. Heading down the stairs he hears a groan of impatience, “Hush. I didn’t even take that long.” Joe’s eyes peering into yours as he enters the kitchen.

A small whimper leaving your lips as his body is now pressed against yours. Huge hands resting on your waist, head peering over your shoulder, dick hard and twitching against your ass. “Want to share?” His voice whispering into your ear deliciously, nodding without hesitation before taking the spoon to scoop him some.

His large hand moving to grab your hand gently, before guiding the scoop to your mouth instead. He tries to hold in the smile he gets from seeing your pretty face pout in confusion, not refusing the ice cream though. “Good girl.” Joe’s voice deep in your ear before he lifts your chin to the side to pull you in for a kiss.

A small chuckle leaves from his throat as your so eager to kiss him back. A quiet moan coming from you as his hands tighten on your waist, Joe smiling at the taste of the ice cream. The spoon that was once in your hand, now falling onto the counter. Turning around to face him, lips never separating.

“So pretty. Up.” Joe instructs as he lifts you onto the counter, hands wrapped around his huge shoulders to pull him closer. “We can’t fuck in the kitchen.” Your now swollen lips complain as Joe rolls his eyes, before carrying you back to the room.

Squealing as he drops you down onto the bed, before crawling onto top of you. Taking a second to absorb your beauty before going down to kiss your thighs.

“You think you’ll make it?” Joe whispers against the golden skin, not expecting an answer as your head tilts back onto the pillow behind you.

Skin soft against his large hands, Joe’s pink lips kissing delicately against the inside of your legs. Trying to hold it together as his finger hooks at the hem of your shirt to pull it up enough to see the dainty panties your wearing. A forming a wet spot right in the middle.

“I know you had the hots for me but damn.” Joe chuckles as you whine at his tease, “Shut up- oh.” Your insult cut short as his long finger rubs your folds through the panties.

The material giving just enough barrier that you won’t cum right away, peeking down to see what he’s doing before his tongue licks against the wet patch. “I can taste you right through these little flimsy panties.” His breath hot against your pussy.

His fingers pulling your panties to the side, your folds glistening in the dim light of the room. Soft moans falling from your lips as his wet tongue lick and suck onto your clit, “More. Please- Shit.” You beg as he enter his finger into your tight hole. A small smirk plays onto his lips as his finger reaches your g-spot with ease, back arching off the bed.

“So good! So- yes.” Your mouth sputters out as his lips goes back to your clit, hands going to grab at his hair. Pulling softly as Joe lets a groan out against the lips of your pussy, eyes shutting roughly as he adds another finger before pumping in and out.

Room filled with the sounds of your pussy squelching around his thick fingers and your soft moans, stomach tightening as your heels dig into his lower back. “Cum for me baby. I know you want too.” Joe eggs you on as your body lets go almost immediately onto his hand.

“You taste so sweet, fuck.” Joe mumbles as he continues to devour your pussy through your orgasm. You can barely think as you try to regulate your breathing, hands trying push his head away from overstimulation. “Don’t fight, just take it baby.” He voice vibrating against your folds.

Joe finally pulling away from you, positioning his body over yours. Hands going to grab your face to pull you into a kiss, your cum still glistening against his lips. The taste sweet as he rolls his hips into your wet pussy, his pants now having a damp spot on the front.

“I want it, Joe.” You whisper against his lips, a smile forming on his lips as he pulls away. “Want what?” He teases before pulling out his thick cock, tip dripping with precum. “Your dick.” A wave of insecurity washing over you as your words are so blunt. “Straightforward, aren’t we?” His tip rubbing between your soaked folds.

“I trained you so well.” He coos before grabbing your face roughly, squeezing your face together until your lips are puckered out. His lips pecking yours to distract you from the stretch of his cock as he enters, a loud moan erupting from your throat.

Your pussy practically sucking him in, body’s fitting like puzzle pieces as he begins to thrust softly. “S’big- fuck Joe.” You moan loudly as your body goes into overdrive and you grab onto his biceps.

His groans heavenly in your ear as he pounds down into you, “Sorry baby. Your pussy is just suckin me in.” He moans as the slapping sound of his cock into you is now echoing off the walls. Joe kissing your neck, sucking small hickies behind your ear.

His breath fans against your soft spot before he licks on it gently, pampering it with kisses as he drills into you. “I’m gonna cum- I want to cum!” You squeal as your pussy clenches around Joe’s throbbing cock, “Cum onto me doll- shit! I’m about to fill you up.” His head snaps up as he holds eye contact with you.

Joe’s cum filling you to the brim, Pussy fluttering around him as he continues to fuck his load into you. “Oh- I love you.” Your plumped lips say tiredly before pulling him into a kiss, his lips tugging up into a smile.

#roman reigns #joe anoa'i #wwe superstars #roman reigns smut #joe anoa’i smut #wwe smut #roman reigns fluff #joe anoa’i fluff #roman reigns x reader #joe anoa'i oneshot #roman reigns oneshot #joesanrio

[themidnightcrimson]

My Girl. | e. olsen

summary: in which you are having a tough time, and lizzie does everything in her might to make her girl feel better.

warnings: literally just 3.7K words of lizzie being so cute and caring, pure fluff, i wish this was me, let me be delulu for a second

masterlist.

The hazy cocoon of darkness in your room was disturbed by the harsh sound of the curtains being drawn apart on their metal rod and the instant flood of bright sunshine that cast directly across your face. Your body awoke suddenly, realizing a heaviness in your eyelids and a weight within you that had you sinking into the bed for however long you had been asleep.

It was a struggle to get your eyes open between how puffy they were and the bright yellow sun beaming into them like a golden laser. Through your squinted eyelids, you saw a blurry yet familiar figure walk towards you, disrupting the light from the window directly across the bed.

“Wake up, sleepyhead,” Lizzie’s raspy voice emanated—you could barely piece it together from just how sleepy you were.

Groaning, you rubbed your eyes and shifted under the blankets, not daring to move too much. As Lizzie sat on the edge of the bed near you, you glanced at the clock sitting on the nightstand beside your head.

“Lizzie, it’s not even 7 yet,” you croaked, taking the duvet and pulling it up to your nose as you laid on your side, closing your burning eyes.

“Baby, I don’t think you’ve seen 7 A.M. in weeks,” she remarked, and it was then that you could smell the scent of green tea.

Opening your eyes in curiosity, you saw that Lizzie was holding a little teacup from which steam twirled up into the air. Blinking hard, you looked up at Lizzie who was already staring down at you with a look of patience. You haven’t had the best of times as of late. For whatever reason, from whatever origin, a seed of sadness had sowed within you and grown to blossom in the form of a deep attachment to your bed and a general apathy towards everything you used to love.

Before this unreasoned wave of despondency had crashed over you, you loved getting up at the crack of dawn with Lizzie and spending your mornings walking outside to soak up the sun, going on coffee runs, going to the grocery store before anyone else had the heart to be in a Trader Joe’s at that time of morning. You would spend your days productively, whether writing or reading or working on whatever projects you had under your belt.

Now it seemed you were capable of nothing more than laying in bed and mindlessly watching TV. In fact, you hadn’t been outside of your shared home in several days, maybe even over a week.

Not only was Lizzie feeling lonely without her usual companion, but she was worried about you. This low was putting a pallor in your face and blue around your eyes. As much as she had wanted to poke and prod you to know what was going on, with her desperate need to be aware and in control of everything that involved the person she most deeply loved, she had reasoned enough with herself to give you some space. She had seen you in these lows before, but it had never lasted as long as this one.

“I made you some green tea with citrus,” Lizzie whispered softly, her thumb rubbing over the warm handle of the teacup. “Why don’t you sit up and drink some?”

Your languid gaze up at her was enough to tell her it would take more to get you out of your stubborn horizontal state. Although you had been close to hissing at the presence of the sunlight filling the room, you noticed how nicely it lit Lizzie’s face. Her sun-kissed skin was dewy and glowing, signaling she had just done her extensive skincare routine. Her eyes were a bit darker since she was facing away from the sun, but you could spot the sage green sparkling around her pupils. Her lips, soft and pink, were pressed together, the only sign of impatience on her face. Her dirty blonde hair was thrown up into a messy updo with her bangs curtaining over her eyebrows which were damp from whatever products she had put on her face.

Lizzie had always tried to be a gentle supporter, but she was naturally adamant and slightly aggressive. While she resorted to coddling you in the beginning of your lowness, she was now left with her own way to get you out of bed.

Placing the teacup on the nightstand, Lizzie jumped off the bed and grabbed the blankets cocooning you, ripping them straight off your body and onto the floor.

“No!” you whined, instantly hit with the cooler air and the discomfort of not being swaddled up. You sat up to try and reach the blankets on the floor, but two hands on your shoulders stopped you and held you still.

“There!” Lizzie exclaimed, holding you tightly by your shoulders. As worried as she had been, your wild hair and puffy eyelids gave you a sort of innocent, cute look that made her smile. “You’re sitting up! That’s all I wanted.”

Blinking, you realized that you were, in fact, sitting up in the bed. Clenching your jaw, you gave Lizzie a glaring look for tricking you into sitting up and making you look like a dumbass.

Lizzie’s restrained laughter was apologetic. Keeping one hand on your shoulder as if you would plop back down like a fish, she took the teacup from the nightstand and brought it to your lap, taking your hands and forcing you to hold the cup.

“Nice and warm,” she sighed, sitting in front of you and lovingly patting your ankle which was crossed over your other one, holding it in her hand. “Drink before it gets cold, baby.”

Although the thought of any flavors being in your mouth made you want to puke, as you had lost all appetite over the course of a few days, the teacup was nice and warm in your hands, and it smelled bright and grassy. Glaring a few more daggers into Lizzie’s smirking face, her eyes twinkling as she recovered her small victory in getting you to sit up like a dog, you brought the cup to your lips, taking a very small sip as the earthy tea glided down your tongue and warmed your throat.

“Is it good, baby?” Lizzie gently asked, her eyes noticing a particular strand of your hair that was standing stiff up from your head, her hand following her eyes to gently pat it down.

You nodded, taking another sip as Lizzie fixed your hair. “Thank you,” you whispered almost inaudibly, looking shyly up at Lizzie as something warm swelled within you. She could have just given up on getting you out of bed. She could have just went about her morning instead of taking the time to make you tea. You watched her eyes that were fixated on your hair, enjoying the candid view of her. Gratitude inflated inside you so suddenly that you felt you were about to burst. Emotions you thought you would never feel again were reappearing within you all at once, making you feel so full that you dropped your tea as you lurched towards Lizzie, throwing your arms around her shoulders and squeezing her.

“Oh!” Lizzie gasped at the sudden attack, keeping herself from falling backwards from the force with which you grabbed her. The sound of your teacup hitting the floor made you jump, detaching yourself from Lizzie to see that your teacup had thankfully not shattered, but green tea was now spilling out all over the floor.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” you whispered, the next emotion filling you being guilt. Lizzie had made the tea for you and now almost the entire cup was wasted, not to mention there was a mess to clean up. “I’m sorry, I thought I had set it down on the bed. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

“Baby, baby,” Lizzie stopped your apologetic ramblings, placing both her palms on either side of your face and forcing you to tear your eyes away from the spilled tea and look at her. Moisture welled in your eyes as your nose tinged red, and Lizzie was quick to keep her baby from crying. “It’s okay, it’s just tea. There’s plenty more—I made an entire pot!” Her thumb stroked your cheekbone, her eyes meticulously analyzing your face. “It’s just a little spill to clean up.”

Guilt was quick to introduce embarrassment inside you. First, you felt guilty for spilling the tea, and now you felt embarrassed for getting so upset over it. But Lizzie knew you were just feeling extra sensitive, and she made sure to let you know that with her gentle smile and even gentler eyes.

“Come here,” Lizzie whispered, bringing your face to hers and pressing her lips against you, dropping her hands and snaking them around your waist. You melted into the kiss, leaning closer to her until she pulled away.

There was a look on her face that you couldn’t discern, but her lips were twisting into laughter. “Hey, while I go get some napkins and clean it up, why don’t you go brush your teeth and take a nice, hot shower?”

You looked at her for a moment until you realized she suggested you clean up directly after kissing you. Gasping, you pulled away and exclaimed, “Are you saying I stink?!”

Chuckles slipped through Lizzie’s lips as she started to get off the bed. “No, no, of course not, my love. You just… You know… Have been in bed for days.”

Sewing your eyebrows, you pouted up at her, but she only grinned, taking your chin between her thumb and forefinger.

“Go clean up, baby—with no underlying insults intended.” She opted not to kiss you as she patted your cheek and pulled away.

As Lizzie left to go get napkins, you carefully got off the bed, avoiding the pool of green tea on the floor. Your legs felt shaky and weak as you scuffed towards the bathroom, your fatigue seeming to get worse with every step. Halfway there, you considered just turning back and getting back into bed, but you remembered how happy Lizzie looked when she got you to simply sit up and take a drink. She was worried about you and just wanted you to feel better, and it would be torturing her if you discarded all her efforts and went back to bed and refused to do the things she suggested only for your own health and happiness.

So, you brushed your teeth to your own disdain and reluctantly crept into the shower like a cat afraid of water. The warm water eventually soothed you, allowing you to relax a bit and actually take time to wash yourself instead of rushing to just go get back in bed. You even washed your hair, which was much needed at that point because it was starting to stay in place whenever you lifted a strand upwards.

When you turned the shower off and stepped out, you were surprised to see Lizzie sitting on the counter. “Ah!” you shrieked in shock, standing there completely naked in front of her. That wasn’t even the weird part—what was weird was that she had apparently been sitting in the bathroom the entire time as you showered. “What are you doing?!”

“Making sure my hostage doesn’t try to escape,” she said, jumping off the counter and grabbing a towel, handing it to you since you were standing there dripping all over the floor. “I gotta make sure you do your skincare!”

The sound of doing anything else besides sinking into your bed sounded horrible, for just the minimum amount you had done so far had already drained you. You took the towel from her and started to dry off. “Lizzie, I really don’t want—”

“See, I figured you would say that,” she chirped, grabbing your robe from where it hung next to hers on the door. “But don’t worry, darling, this Lizzie Olsen spa is all-inclusive!” She took your towel away from you and held out the robe for you to slip into it.

Glaring at her questioningly, you turned around and let your arms slip into the robe. “What the hell did you put in that tea?”

Lizzie wrapped the robe around you, pressing against your back so she could even tie your robe at the front for you. “Only cheeriness and joy, of course.”

“So… crack?” You tightened your robe once she had loosely tied it and turned around to face her, only for Lizzie to suddenly wrap her arms around your waist and lift you up.

You shrieked, grabbing onto her as she waddled you towards the counter, lifting you up more so she could clumsily set you on top of it. While Lizzie was tall and fit, she was by no means a bodybuilder, panting once she had you on the counter and taking a moment to catch her breath.

“I think we will start off with a nice hydrating mask,” Lizzie said with her hands on her hips, going to the array of skincare products you both had sitting on the counter, taking one of your masks from your side of untouched products to inspect it.

“Lizzie, I really don’t—” You tried to slide off the counter, but she slapped her hands on your thighs and pushed you back up.

“Stay,” she simply said, leaning up to give you a peck on the lips before going back to picking out a mask, trusting you to stay seated.

You did, sighing and letting yourself slump as you waited for her to take the sheet mask she had chosen out of its package.

“Today, I’ve chosen for my client a revitalizing Vitamin C sheet mask to help give your skin a nice, glowing boost,” she announced formally, as if she was talking to an invisible camera. You couldn’t help your lips from smiling a bit as she came closer to you, standing between your legs and carefully placing the sheet mask on your face, patting it down to make sure it clung to your skin.

“This feels like medieval torture,” you said as you looked at her through the eye holes in the white mask.

Lizzie ignored you, instead taking her phone out and pulling up Spotify. A few moments later, some music from a spa playlist was echoing in the bathroom. “Gotta make sure you feel the full effect,” she commented as she set her phone down.

While you waited for the suggested fifteen minutes before taking the sheet mask off, Lizzie decided to go back to her theater roots and start dancing to the spa music, pretending she was in a Greek tragedy. You couldn’t tell what the plot was, but when she pretended to be killed and started prancing around with her hands swatting at her sides as if she were an angel with wings, you laughed so hard you almost inhaled the product from the sheet mask.

Lizzie continued the rest of your daily skincare routine, and you found it sweet how she had paid so much attention to you that she knew your routine step-by-step without you even telling her. Of course, she would pick back up on the Greek tragedy every time a product needed a few minutes to sit, depicting the afterlife in the best way she could with the generic music playing in the background. She ended the spa routine by drying your hair, making funny faces at you in the mirror that made you giggle until your stomach hurt.

Finally, you were done, and Lizzie ran to the bedroom to pick out some comfy clothes for you, coming back and handing them to you with a proper bow as if she were just a mere servant. You made sure to tell her how silly she was, and she made sure to tell you how much she adored her Queen as she bowed and walked out of the bathroom backwards to give you space to change clothes, bumping her spread arms on the doorway on her way out.

Once you were changed, you walked through the house, almost deciding on just getting back into bed until you heard noises in the kitchen. Walking to the kitchen in curiosity, you saw that Lizzie was standing at the island counter, cutting up an avocado. In the time it took you to change, she had already made you an iced coffee that was sitting on the other side of the counter.

“Is this for me?” you asked as you sat at the stool and pointed to the coffee.

“No, it’s for the neighbors,” Lizzie said sarcastically as she went to the fridge and got out some eggs. She was making you one of your favorite healthier breakfasts. “Unless the mailman gets here first.”

Rolling your eyes, you took the mason jar of iced coffee and sipped through the straw, watching Lizzie get to work on scrambling the eggs. You were feeling a little better. You were all cleaned up and refreshed now, and the cold coffee brightened you even further. Between the sun shining in through the kitchen windows and Lizzie narrating her cooking process as if she were an umpire at a Dodgers game, you were laughing more than you had in weeks.

During a moment between laughter, when Lizzie was fully concentrated on mashing the avocado, you remembered that she was supposed to be somewhere today.

“Hey, weren’t you supposed to go to a meeting today?” you questioned, mindlessly rolling your straw around the mason jar. You had your days mixed up here lately, but you could’ve sworn Lizzie told you just yesterday about her plans.

“Oh,” Lizzie said, stiffening slightly. “No, no, they canceled it.” She continued spreading avocado on a piece of toast, avoiding your eyes.

“Well, that was very last minute. Why did they cancel it?”

Lizzie only shrugged, still avoiding looking at you as she placed slices of tomato on the toast.

She was lying, you knew it. Lizzie was a great actor, but a horrible liar in real life. That was why you always knew Marvel secrets before anyone else. “Lizzie…” you said knowingly, leaning closer to her across the island.

Slowly, she lifted her eyes up to you. “Well, they didn’t cancel it… But it was cancelled!”

“You cancelled it?”

Lizzie paused, her lips stretching into an awkward grin as she started plating your toast and eggs. She knew that if you found out that she cancelled an important meeting just to stay home with you, you would get so angry.

“Lizzie!” you exclaimed, your mouth opening in surprise. “Don’t tell me you cancelled an important meeting just to stay home with me.”

Lizzie nervously laughed as she started grating cheese over the food. “If you don’t want me to tell you that, then I won’t tell you—”

“Why did you do that?” you cut her off, your voice becoming serious. “I’m not worth missing out on a meeting, especially one so important.”

Lizzie’s smile faded as she set the cheese grater down, wiping her hands on the towel before quickly circling the counter to come close to you, her eyes becoming stern.

“Don’t ever say that,” she whispered as she leaned down close to you, resting her hand on the counter. Her eyes analyzed your face as you looked away from her, but her hand gently took your chin and brought you to look at her again. “You are worth more than any meeting, than any project, than any other person.”

You paused, your brain not allowing her words to seep in and only bringing up more reasons to be upset. “You’re pitying me. You stayed home because I’m all depressed, and I’m just weighing you down, and—”

“Stop,” she whispered, interrupting your rant with a kiss to your lips that surprisingly eased you immediately. She pulled away a few moments later, her green eyes staring hard into yours. “Y/n, is it really so out of ordinary for me to want to help the person that I love? I do not pity you. You are not weighing me down. You have been going through something that is hurting you, and if you’re not okay enough to pick yourself back up, then what kind of person would I be to not hold a hand out to you? I love you—so much. While it hurts me to see you so upset, it doesn’t weigh me down and it does not make me love you any less or think of you any differently. Every time I’ve had one of my anxious spells, you’ve always been there for me. But any time you’re going through something, you don’t let me help you. That doesn’t seem fair.”

“Did you just use a Wanda line on me?”

“Please stop rejecting all my love, baby. You deserve it and you need it, and it brings me joy to give it to you. So please, forget about the meeting, stop refusing my attempts to make my girl feel better, and eat your goddamn avocado toast.”

With that, she kissed the top of your head, giving your back a firm rub before going back around the counter to hand you your plate of breakfast.

She was right. She was trying so hard to help you because she cared for you and loved you. She missed out on a meeting because she cares so much for you. Why were you shooting down all that she gave for you?

“Hey, why don’t we go eat outside on the patio?” you suddenly suggested right as she sat down across from you.

Lizzie looked up at you in surprise for a moment, searching your face for sarcasm or anger. Instead, you were only smiling at her, and she matched your grin.

You took your food and coffee out on the patio and sat down on the lounge chairs in the sun, letting your skin soak up the sunlight as you sat together and ate. Lizzie talked about her garden and what she needed to do for it today, and you told her you would help her. You felt immensely better than you would if you didn’t have a Lizzie in your life.

#elizabeth olsen x reader #elizabeth olsen #lizzie olsen #wanda maximoff #fluff #lgbt #lesbian #elizabeth x y/n #elizabeth olsen fluff #elizabeth olsen x f!reader #marvel #wanda maximoff x reader

[jamneuromain]

Lie Still, Look Pretty

Steve Rogers x You (Reader), no use of Y/N

Summary: All you need to do is lie still, look pretty <3

Warning: TW: Non-con/Rape, vaginal sex, mention of no protection, mean!Steve, Stepson!Steve, dark!Steve, degradation, mention of cheating, explicit language, implied step-cest, angst and smut

A/N: this was supposed to be a lovely idea inspired by @rogerswifesblog but I dunno where it started taking a darker turn skjskjskjsksjkjsjs

“No – no marks, please.” You beg as Steve sucks another bruise on your neck.

“I’ll do ever the fuck I want.” He pants by your ear, before straightening his upper body and ramming into you once more. His large hands gripping your love handle like an iron clad, the cute little dimples on your waist that he used to compliment and tickle you. Pulling your body back to meet his thick shaft, gripping harder as his shaft twitched in your snug channels, slapping hard on your ass. The loud spank ringing in your ear.

You know.

You know Steve hates it when you tell him to do something.

Your cries and moans end up in the soft bedding, the soft yet thickly woven Egyptian cotton sheets.

You should be grateful that they don’t stain easily. Even with your tears, your saliva, your sweat, your slick, and his cum. Even when he had jerked off to your face, splattering it with his cum, and some dripped to the sheets. Even the countless times he ejaculated on your body, wiping his dick on your skin like a cumrag, because he claimed you are softer than towels or any cloth there was, and you accidentally rubbed your tainted skin on the sheets to get up.

Even so, you need to change the sheets after this. And before your … before Joseph gets home.

And a shower too. Before Joseph gets home. And hope Steve won’t leave any marks for Joseph to notice.

If you could just end this. If you could get away enough to cover yourself with clothes. Sheets. Anything.

Anything to keep you from him.

Steve sneers at your attempt to crawl out of his grip, “we aren’t even close to finishing.” Thrust. “Dear mommy.”

You always thought you heard of it enough to be hurt by the word again.

You were proven wrong every time. This time too.

Tears quickly fill the brim of your eyes, falling silently. Dripping onto the cotton sheets.

You are glad at this point that you aren’t facing him. He is fucking you from behind. Grunts and huffs. Not even bothered to check up on you.

Why would he anyway?

Not when you abandoned him and hooked up with his father, Joseph. The man who is about to come home in twenty minutes. Not when Steve thinks you are a homewrecker.

You bury your head deeper into the soft sheets, allowing them to soak up your tears.

“Not very talkative now, are you?” Steve notices your whimpering dialed down and your silence not before long, slamming harder and deeper into your body to have you cry out again. “’S okay. I can do all the talking.” He lands another slap on your ass, enjoying your body shivering and clenching down on him. “That’s it. Fuck. Your slutty hole is so damn tight - ” Steve grunts as he rips your body open with his girth, “fucking whore. You get dicked down like this when Joe’s home too, huh? Does this make you hornier? Sleeping with the father and the son? Whoring the whole family? I bet this makes you fuckin’ drooling. Tell me. Tell me you like this so fuckin’ much, sleeping with your stepson.” His fingers find your clit and tug on it, regardless of it swollen and sensitive, “how does my dad fuck you?” He mocks your tremble when you hear the name “Joe” or his mentioning of his father, “does he let you cum? Nah, you’d be a pretty cum doll for both us, don’t you? Spreading your legs wide and wait for us to cum inside you? -I said fuckin’ spread your legs!” He shouts at your futile attempt of bringing your knees together.

Does Joseph fuck you? Sometimes.

Does Joesph let you cum? He doesn’t care whether you cum, same as Steve, ironically. But you fake it to compliment Joseph and his manhood, while Steve would rather leave you there, after satisfying himself.

One thing he was right though, none of them bothered with protection.

After a few sloppy thrusts, Steve pulls himself out and cums on your back. Your body can no longer hold up itself and crashes on the bed, taking what he gives you. Or forces on you, to be precise.

You slowly push yourself up on your elbows, as you have no time to spare to put the ruined sheets into the washer and wash up as soon as possible.

“Don’t act as if I’ve broken your pathetic little heart.” He spits out, disgust on his face clear as day, snatching your cheeks and examining your puffy eyes, “you don’t even have a heart.” He comments coldly, wiping his fingers, damp with your tears, on the bed.

You drop your head. Your chest dulls with pain as you see the daggers in his eyes.

“Clean up.” Steve clears his throat, pulling up his pants. His shirt is never off the entire time. A few buttons done and he looks as if he is some rich fancy CEO’s son with that charming face and the blonde hair. He is straightening his collar to the mirror when he orders you around, even if your body could barely manage, “Good O’ Joe is going to be here any second now.”

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers #steve rogers smut #dark!steve rogers #mean!steve rogers #stepson!steve rogers #angst and smut #steve rogers angst #steve rogers fanfiction

[keerysfreckles]

Hey again I was wondering if you could do a Joe Keery x reader where its their baby girls first Christmas and Joe's holding her showing her all the Christmas decorations in their house and then the Christmas tree which makes the baby in awe and her eyes get all big and she makes noises and grabby hands for the ornaments and then the reader makes cookies and hot chocolate for her and Joe and watch Christmas movies they also have a fire going on as well and it's just so domestic and cute and fluffy 🤍

christmas for three — joe keery

pairing: dad!joe keery x mom!gn!reader (no use of pronouns)

warnings: pure christmas fluff

a/n: i love christmas joe sm my heart actually hurts

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the week before christmas was always busy in your shared house with your husband, joe. this year was different however due to the new addition to the family; your daughter.

she had a wonderful birth, coming into this world as healthy as a baby can be.

december 18th came quickly for you and joe, meaning you only had a week to finish everything for the holiday season.

all the gifts were wrapped and in your closet, ready to be put under the tree. the three stockings were full by the fireplace.

what needed to be done was bake deserts for the christmas eve dinner at joe's family's house, and bake deserts for christmas dinner at your parents house. it was a lot to handle, but you always reminded yourself that it was worth it every year.

you were in the middle of making cookies, specifically for the christmas eve dinner. turning around to wash your hands, you spot joe and your daughter from your position in the kitchen. you smile fondly at the pair.

joe was holding your daughter in his arms, positioning her in order for her to see the tree. he was pointing to the ornaments in her field of vision, and you could barely hear him explaining what they meant to the three month old.

finishing the task at hand, you place the last batch of cookies in the oven, and set the other dirty dishes in the sink, promising yourself that you'd do them tomorrow.

joe turns his head at the sound of your slippers hitting the wood floor of the living room. you rest your head on his shoulder, and your heart only warms at the moment playing out in front of you.

"i think i'm putting her to sleep," joe laughs quietly.

you hold your hands out, "i'll take her to bed," you suggest, "i have to clean up in there anyway."

"are you sure?" joe asks, after handing your daughter to you, "you know i don't mind putting her to sleep love."

you nod, "i'm sure honey," you lean up and kiss his cheek before making your way down the hallway.

in fourteen minutes your able to set your daughter in her crib comfortably, with her blanket and stuffed animal beside her, and were able to quietly tidy her room.

you crack the door to her room, and are instantly met with the smell of hot chocolate.

entering the kitchen, your heart warms once again at the sight of joe with two mugs, full of hot chocolate and marshmellows. you turn your head and see all the dishes were now in the drying rack, and the dishwasher was running.

"i figured some hot cocoa would brighten your christmas spirit," joe handed you one of the mugs, before holding his hand on your lower back to lead you two into the living room.

you giggled once joe sat on the floor in front of the fireplace, and was holding his hand out for you to join him.

you stared lovingly at the man sitting across from you.

"what?" he asks, chuckling slightly before taking a sip of his chocolatey drink.

"you look so pretty by the fire," your voice is soft, but joe knows every word is true.

"i could say the same thing about you hun," he replies, which makes your cheeks warm and a smile adorns your features.

a minute passes, before you speak again, "can you believe this is our first christmas with a child?"

joe lets out an exasperated laugh, "it seems too good to be true. but before we know it she'll be in kindergarden, and bringing boys home, then going off to college."

the two of you laugh, "she's not even a year old yet joe, can we not talk about her growing up?"

joe nods, knowing the topic has made you emotional the few times you've joked about it.

he places a warm hand on your knee, and places his own mug down. he leans in slightly, making you meet him. just as his lips brush your own, his soft voice mumbles against your skin.

"i love you."

his lips finally meet yours. it was gentle and soft, not worrying about one fighting for dominance, or tongues getting in the way of the sweet moment.

you turn your head, deepening the kiss, and making joe move his hand to your cheek as you scoot closer to him.

"i love you," you repeat his words, after pulling away from the kiss.

#shelbi writes #joe keery #joe keery x you #joe keery x reader #joe keery x gn!reader #dad!joe keery #christmas fic #joe keery stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington stranger things

[betterthanburrow]

Can u do a Joe burrow insta au with jazmyn makenna??? Tysm!!

CAT DADDY - Instagram AU

(Bengals Quarterback! Joe Burrow x LSU Student! OC)

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lahjay10_: who would’ve thought that LSU’s former quarterback is a major cat daddy

↳ joeyb_9: cat daddy 1st, former LSU quarterback 2nd.

yourinstagram: MY BABY!!! ITS BEEN SO LONG SINCE I’VE SEEN HER PRETTY FACE!

↳ joeyb_9: oh i bet miss Graycie misses you too

↳ yourinstagram: i’m coming visit after my class today… because i bet you missed me too!

↳ joeyb_9: if you do come by… don’t bring her any of those homemade treats, the last time she had those treats it took me days to get her like me again.

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yourinstagram: me and my baby

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yourbff: so cute!!!

joeyb_9: the caption should be “me with joe’s baby”?!

↳ yourinstagram: no… it’s clear who she likes more

↳ joeyb_9: Graycie only likes you more because you make her those homemade baked treats… and remember i told you hours ago to NOT being the treats.

↳ yourinstagram: life would be much easier for you if you just officially make me Graycie’s mom.

↳ joeyb_9: hmm… i’ll have to think about that.

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joeyb_9: LSU Spring Game 2022

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LSU: our favorite cat daddy quarterback 🐈🤍

↳ yourinstragram: i’m glad it’s finally acknowledged that Joe is an official cat daddy… let’s get it on a shirt!

↳ lahjay10_: the cat daddy has to be Joey’s new official touchdown dance!

yourinstagram: you’re looking good cat daddy!

↳ joeyb_9: i should’ve stopped Ja’marr from giving me the nickname cat daddy when i had the chance…

↳ yourinstagram: the cat daddy nickname is the best nickname you’ve ever received.

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LSUFOOTBALL_UPDATES: Joe Burrow’s IG Story.

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username1: GIRLFRIEND?! since when did the former LSU Quarterback Joe Burrow have a GIRLFRIEND?!

username2: is his girlfriend @.yourinstagram?! she is a masters student at LSU and her + Joe seem to be really close because they’re always flirting in the comments of each other’s instagram posts and they’ve known each other since Joe was a student at LSU.

username3: i love how the current LSU football players instagram stories are of them playing and practicing for football or them going to the gym… meanwhile we get cat content from our favorite former quarterback.

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yourinstagram: Graycie’s mom ❣️

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lahjay10_: i read this caption in the same font as “Stacy's Mom by Fountains of Wayne”

↳ yourinstagram: i’m glad to hear this!

yourbff: how did you convince Joe to finally let you be Graycie’s mom?!

↳ yourinstagram: it was very easy 😊😉

joeyb_9: pretty cat mama ❣️

↳ yourinstagram: i miss you and i miss Graycie so i’m coming over later today to see the two of you!

↳ joeyb_9: i’m glad you’re deciding to come by my apartment today because i have a surprise for you!

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joeyb_9: meet Angelica and Einstein.

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lahjay10_: Joe went from being a CAT daddy to a CATS daddy

yourinstagram: i can’t believe that now we are the proud parents to 3 cats.

↳ yourbff: i know you squealed in shock after seeing the two new cats!

↳ yourinstagram: I REALLY DID SQUEAL! i couldn’t believe my eyes… i thought i was going crazy seeing 2 new cats in Joe’s living room.

mamaburrow: i hope you know that handling more than 1 cat is a huge responsibility Joseph.

↳ joeyb_9: i know mama… but i got Graycie’s mom to help me with the two new additions to the family!

LSU: our favorite cat daddy now has 2 new cats!

yourinstagram: it’s just us and our cats… it’s truly the prefect world that i’ve dreamed of for years ❤️

Author’s Note:

i hope you all enjoyed reading this Instagram AU! this was one of the first Instagram AUs that i’ve written but i’m proud of the short story that i was able to tell through Instagram posts and comments and thank you to whoever sent this request, it was really fun to come up with the “Cat Daddy” story.

i was going to wait a few more days to post this Instagram AU but because of all the love and support that i’ve received from all the Instagram AUs that i’ve posted so far… i decided to post this Instagram AU a few days earlier than scheduled.

please send me any requests through my inbox that you would have for an Instagram AU whether it’s someone you would like to see as an OC or if it’s a plot-line that i’ll be able to write through IG posts.

thank you for all the love and support! 🤍

#Joe Burrow #NFL #Cincinnati Bengals #LSU Tigers #CFB #Joe Burrow x Reader #Joe Burrow Fanfiction #Joe Burrow Fanfic #Joe Burrow Fic #Joe Burrow x OC #Joe Burrow Instagram #Joe Burrow Instagram AU #NFL Fanfiction #Instagram AU

[browneyedbeauty5725]

Even if Taylor and Travis are just friends and never get together today was cute as hell lol. I think the issue with Joe A was that the beginning of their relationship she was very much in hiding wanting to be private and not noticed and so it was just them for like two years and when they did finally go public they still kept pretty low key and private and she was just getting used to being out there in public again and then the pandemic happened and it was just them again so a vast majority of their relationship it was just them and completely out of the spotlight private. But the last year of their relationship she was finally ready to be out there again and be seen in public with her friends and with him and having fun at award shows again and she was finally ready to stop hiding and he just wasn’t prepared for the level of fame and scrutiny that came with Taylor having a public life and it seems at some point Joe stopped fighting for them and he couldn’t handle the scrutiny and I like I get it cause Taylor deals with a lot that she shouldn’t have too but one sir you’re an actor or trying to be at least you kinda don’t get to not be in the spotlight with that kind of job and two you chose to date an extremely famous music artist what did you think was going to happen. But I think she and Travis could work, he’s not gonna necessarily be intimidated by her fame cause he has his own, he has made a career for himself and is very much in the spotlight on his own outside of liking Taylor.Whereas yea joe is an actor but he’s not a well known one, most of us only know who he is because he was Taylor’s boyfriend. Travis is used to being in the spotlight and having the cameras on him, he understands that Taylor is just Taylor but also that she’s Taylor Swift and that a lot comes with that. He’s not gonna be afraid to show her off and be seen in public with her, he’s not gonna make her feel like she has to hide their entire relationship. And it seems like he’d let her be herself.They also seem to have a lot of the same values.

#taylor swift #travis kelce

[rocknrollbabe14]

Sugar, Spice, and Everything Nice (Joseph X Reader) REQUEST

Rating: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Warnings: Joseph fluff in the beginning, mentions of being self-conscious, hormonal, mentions of pregnancy, morning sickness, self-consciousness, body changes, SMUT AT THE END.

@josephs-quinns

You looked in the mirror taking a last glance at yourself in your pink dress that really accentuated your growing baby bump. It looked like your stomach had ballooned overnight. You rubbed your hand over your belly easily, feeling your baby girl laying on your right side as usual.

“Love, are you ready? Everyone’s going to be waiting on us.”, you heard the voice of your husband, Joseph calling out from the bedroom.

“Babe, my bump is huge.”, you sighed in the mirror as you pulled your dress tight around your bump.

Joseph came in the bathroom. “Baby, you’re pregnant with my baby. Your belly is supposed to get bigger.”, he chuckled.

“Yeah but this big? Like overnight?”, you asked, rubbing your bump.

He chuckled again. “Baby, you're only six months. We have three more to go.”

You groaned and rolled your eyes as you walked out of the bathroom, your hormones in full effect.

Joseph was dressed in a blue suit. He looked very dapper and attractive. It was obvious how you’d ended up pregnant. The thought made you smile and chuckle even though you felt like a cow.

He followed you out to the bedroom. “Baby, you’re beautiful.”

You rolled your eyes easily again. “I don’t feel it.”

“You are, baby. So beautiful and cute with your little baby bump.”, he smiled as he placed his hand on your bump, rubbing it as he leaned in for a kiss,

As soon as Joseph touched your belly, your baby girl started doing somersaults. He smirked, bending down to eye level with your bump. You smiled down at him. You couldn’t be mad at that face and how cute he was being towards you and your growing bump.

“Are you giving mommy a hard time?”, he whispered to your bump, rubbing it easily before kissing it.

You felt her move under Joe’s touch, calming down slightly. She would move for you too when you were home and sitting on the couch, relaxing. Or while you were in bed waiting on Joe to finish his nightly routine. Even when you were trying to fall asleep. But there was just a difference when Joseph rubbed your belly. She knew the difference.

“Be easy on mommy today. For daddy.”, he smiled up at you before kissing your bump again and getting up from his knee.

He put his hand on the small of your back as you grabbed your small purse while he grabbed the car keys. You all made your way downstairs and out the door. The car ride was uneventful but cute. Joseph sang along to pop hits on the radio, trying to make you laugh or smile. He succeeded. He rested one hand on your bump, alternating between your bump and thigh.

You had no clue when those two pink lines popped up that it would be like this. You and Joe hadn’t been married a long time when you found out you were pregnant. You were never scared to tell Joseph you were pregnant. Just nervous. However, he was over the moon when you told him he was going to be a father. He handled it amazingly. You, on the other hand, were a little worried. Joseph was super reassuring, one of the qualities you loved about him.

Your pregnancy went well other than your extreme morning sickness. For a few days, you couldn’t even get out of bed. You lived on saltines and sips of water. Joseph was very worried and asked you if you would be willing to go to the hospital. You agreed reluctantly. Part of you felt dumb for going to the hospital for something like vomiting. 

The ER doctor was super nice, telling Joseph he had done the right thing by bringing you. They held you for the night. The doctor ordered you IV Zofran and Compazine while giving you two bags of fluids—saying you were becoming severely dehydrated. You were finally able to tolerate food. They sent you home with Zofran pills, which your OB renewed your prescription for. 

“She’s so active.”, you eyed Joseph as you repositioned yourself easily in the car seat. 

He smirked. “She knows today is all about her.”

You smiled back at him easily. His brown eyes were full of love and excitement. He really wanted this. He was already an amazing father. You all pulled into the venue where Joseph’s friends and co-stars from Stranger Things were throwing you a baby shower. It was very sweet of them. They didn’t know just how much it meant to you. 

Joseph helped you out of the vehicle and put his hand back on the small of your back as you entered the venue. He had done that since you all had been together. He was so protective of you and the baby. Especially if the paparazzi or fans saw you both out. He would put his arm out in front of your bump and his other would help move you along, keeping his hand on the small of your back as you both waded through the crowds of people. It was a bit overwhelming for you at first but he helped you through it. 

You all barely cleared the door when Maya ran up to you both. 

“Oh my God. Where have you been?” Look, your bump’s gotten so big. It’s so adorable on you.”, Maya smiled at you as she embraced you as best as she could with your bump before pulling away, continuing to admire your bump and how much it had changed.

You eyed Joe playfully as if to say ‘I told you so’. 

“Can I feel her?”, Maya smiled excitedly.

You nodded. “Of course.”

You had barely had a chance to admire anything else. You watched for Maya’s reaction as she felt around on your belly. Her eyes finally lit up like a Christmas tree as you felt your baby girl move. 

“Oh my God!”

Joseph smirked over at you as you smiled back at him brightly. 

Maya smiled up at you again. “That’s so amazing.”

You smiled as she hugged you one more time before hugging Joseph. Everyone else was excited to see you all as you both took in the beautiful pink baby shower decorations. It was obvious that they had worked really hard to decorate the venue and it looked like they had hired professional party planners.

“Like it?”, Gaten smiled as you both were in complete awe that they’d do this to celebrate your baby girl. 

“We love it.”, Joseph smiled, taking the words out of your mouth.

“It’s so sweet of you all.”, you felt the tears forming in your eyes.

There went your hormones again. Joseph rubbed your back easily, comforting you. 

“Did I say something wrong?”, Gaten asked easily, visibly concerned.

“No it’s her hormones, isn’t it baby?”, Joe answered for you before he kissed your cheek.

You nodded as he pulled you into his arms. You hated to cry at such a happy, joyous event celebrating your baby girl. But it wasn’t that you were sad—so far from sad. You were just so overwhelmed that Joseph’s friends and co-stars thought enough of you and your baby girl to do this.

Natalia came up to help Gaten out. 

“We all love you and Joe.”, Natalia smiled as she hugged you.

“You guys didn’t have to do all this.”, you sniffled.

Natalia pulled away, her hands resting on your shoulders as she eyed you. “It’s really nothing. We just wanted to do this for our friends.”

Natalia eyed your bump easily, beginning to talk to you about what had been going on in your pregnancy as Charlie Heaton came up and began congratulating Joe, giving him a pat on the back before they shared a hug. 

“So hard to believe that you’re going to be a dad.”, Charlie chuckled to Joe.

“I know. I’m so ready.”, Joe smiled, shoving his hands in his pockets. 

He was all giddy and it was so cute. You held Joe’s hand as you worked your way around the room, talking to everyone and using this as an opportunity to catch up. Jamie and Jess were there, patiently waiting their turn to get to speak to you both. You both saw them quite often as you double-dated a lot. Jamie and Joseph were very close. You were glad to see them among your all’s guest list. 

“So glad that you both made it to your baby shower, darlings.”, Jamie smirked as he and Joseph hugged.

“Look at your bump.”, Jess smiled as you both hugged.

“Yeah, it kinda got this way literally overnight.”, you sighed as you placed your hand on your bump.

“It’s so cute.”, Jess beamed.

“See? Told you.”, Joseph playfully stuck his tongue out.

You rolled your eyes at him playfully, causing Jess to laugh. 

“You look beautiful, darling. Just simply glowing.”, Jamie said as he hugged you.

Joseph hugged Jess in turn as you all continued to talk about the latest that was going on in your lives. Natalia and Maya soon grabbed everyone’s attention, beginning the baby shower festivities.

“Hello, all. We are here to celebrate Joseph and Y/N’s baby girl. So to begin we are going to start with some games.”

Excitement filled the room. You and Joseph smiled at one another as the games began. The first game was one where the guests guessed the prices of everyday baby items. Jamie, ironically, ended up winning. Jess pouted playfully, telling him he was just a good guesser. Natalia and Maya also lined up a baby word scramble. Gaten won that one, completing it the fastest and guessing all the words. It caused Joseph to laugh. Next, the guests cut a string to guess how big your bump was. 

Once the games were completed, everyone was in a good mood. Chatter filled the room, and everyone was upbeat and happy to be there. Maya announced next everyone would eat. There were three tables filled with food and drinks including punch. So much food. You hoped your baby girl would cooperate and let you eat today. You still battled occasional nausea and vomiting, but it became dramatically better as your pregnancy progressed. There were finger foods such as chicken salad croissants, ham and cheese sliders, turkey and cheese pinwheels, potato salad, macaroni salad, pasta salad, rolls, and chips, along with cupcakes and a two-tiered pink and white cake.

It was more than you could have ever asked for or expected. Natalia let you and Joseph go first. You decided on some chicken salad croissants with some macaroni salad. Joseph poured your drink for you as you both walked over to the table. He grabbed your chair, pulling it out for you before kissing your cheek. You smiled, scooting yourself up as much as you could without your belly touching the table. You took a sip of your drink as Joseph sat down beside of you.

Everyone worked their way through the line, Gaten coming over to the table where you and Joseph sat. 

“Hey, guys. I’m sorry I made you cry earlier, Y/N.”, Gaten sighed easily as he sat down.

“It wasn’t sad tears.”, you defended with a smile.

“I know but I’m just not used to women crying.”, Gaten chuckled lightly.

“Well, you’ll find out one day. They cry during their monthly and when they’re pregnant.”, Joe chuckled, gaining a glare from you.

“Well, sorry your daughter makes me cry and crave crazy things.”

He smirked, taking a drink. “I love it, baby. I mean I don’t love seeing you cry but I love that you’re having my baby.”

You smirked as you took a bite of food.

Gaten eyed you both easily, being humorous. “Women sound complicated.”

Joseph chuckled, a smile spreading across his lips. Gaten was becoming older, turning twenty. But to Joseph, he was still young. Both Joseph and Joe Kerry acted as a mentor to him. Joseph hadn’t known him as long since he had just become part of Stranger Things during season four as Eddie Munson. Eddie’s death severely impacted Joseph. Gaten played Dustin who struck up an unsuspecting friendship with Eddie “the freak” Munson. You had watched the show and even you cried when Eddie died in Dustin’s arms.

“I’ve missed you, Gaten.”, Joseph said quietly.

“I’ve missed you, Joe.”

They had a full-on brotherly moment. It was super cute, causing the entire room to awe and clap. A reunion worth seeing. Gaten and Joseph caught up while you all continued to eat, being sure to include you in their conversation. Once everyone was almost done eating, Natalia announced you all would be opening gifts before having dessert. It made you nervous to be the center of attention. Even at your wedding, it was hard to have all eyes on you. 

However, on your wedding day, you felt beautiful and confident. Today, you felt huge and self-conscious. Maya smiled as she sat two chairs in the front of the room, before slipping a mother-to-be sash on you and pinning a father-to-be ribbon on Joseph. Maya and Natalia took turns bringing gifts to the front for you both to open while they admired you all opening the gifts. 

“This is from Jamie and Jess. Thank you all so much.”, Joseph began as he helped you open the present. 

You took the tissue paper out of the huge pink bag, tossing it to the side. You all hadn’t asked for anything big. Joseph’s mom and dad promised to get the crib and bassinet. You gasped happily as you pulled out a pink onesie that had the name of your baby girl on it—saying Hello I’m Amelia Wrenley with matching little pants and a headband. It would be a perfect coming-home outfit. Jess smiled at Jamie, knowing they had done well with her help, of course. You then pulled out a pink, mink blanket with her name on it. Joseph thought that was the most adorable thing he’d ever seen. 

Truthfully, it made him dream that much more about bringing his baby girl home. He couldn’t wait to have both of his girls together. 

“You guys didn’t have to do that.”, you smiled at them as Jess ran up to hug you again. “We’re definitely bringing her home in this.”

Continuing to open, presents you became more emotional—fighting to hold your hormones back. You were doing a good job, managing not to cry. Occasionally, Joseph would rub your back, aiding in keeping you from crying. Natalia and Charlie got you all a Lily Pulitzer crib bed set that came with sheets and a baby quilt. Along with some onesies and pacifiers. Joe Kerry and his girlfriend got you a playpen and some bottles. Finn got some outfits with the help of his mom, unsure what  to get a baby. 

It caused you and Joe both to laugh. Maya got you a bathtub along with a bath set for the baby. Everything you all received, you were very thankful and appreciative for. You were excited about dessert, you weren’t going to lie. You were practically craving it—oh the joys of pregnancy. 

The evening concluded as Joseph loaded everything into your all’s SUV. You were saying goodbye to everyone, thanking them one last time for everything they had done, giving them hugs, and letting them feel the baby again. Joseph closed the hatch and took his turn thanking everyone and telling them goodbye, saving Jamie and Gaten for last. You watched their interaction, sure it was going to be adorable.

“You’re gonna be a great dad, Joseph.”, Gaten smiled.

“You think so?”, Joseph smiled easily.

“I know so.”

Joseph immediately took Gaten into an embrace, almost mirroring the exact hug Eddie had shared with Dustin. Jamie smiled, admiring their friendship. It was sweet, you had to agree. 

“You definitely will, Joe.”, Jamie agreed. 

You knew this made Joseph swell with pride. You knew he was going to be an amazing father. He was an amazing husband, the absolute best. He was there for you no matter what you were going through.

You all pulled into your driveway. You made a small noise as your baby girl punched into your ribs. 

“Love, are you okay?”, Joseph asked as he shifted into park. 

“Amelia just kicked my ribs.”, you breathed, rubbing your belly easily, trying to get her out of that spot.

Joseph smirked, shutting the car off before kissing your cheek sympathetically. “Maybe she’ll settle down now that we’re home.”

“Maybe.”, you sighed.

Joseph got out of the driver’s side and came over, opening your door before helping you out of the vehicle. Your belly made everything so much more awkward. You and Joseph decided to unload the car tomorrow. Joseph knew you were exhausted. It was written all over your face. You all bypassed any other part of your house, shooting straight for the stairs that led to your bedroom. Joseph flipped on the bedroom lights as you eyed yourself in your full-length mirror. 

“Babe, can you help me unzip my dress?”, you asked easily.

“Of course, love.”, Joe smiled as he reached for the zipper. 

You watched him in the mirror, smiling as you felt him undo your zipper, sliding it easily. A major part of you felt relief as the dress fell off your chest, finally letting you breathe a little. Between eating and growing a baby, that didn’t leave much room for you to be comfortable. A sigh of relief escaped your lips.

“Thanks, Joe.”, you smiled.

“You’re welcome, baby.”

Joseph began taking his suit jacket off, giving you time to finish undressing and decided whether you wanted to shower or not. You decided against the shower, considering you had taken one earlier this evening. Let’s face it, things were becoming harder since you were becoming more pregnant. 

You stood in the mirror, taking in your new body. One you weren’t used to seeing. It hadn’t really hit you that your body was going to change this much. When you first found out you were pregnant, everything was the same. Your smaller figure hadn’t changed. Even four months in, you could barely tell you were pregnant. You had read in a pregnancy book, first-time mothers took longer to show. You imagined you had time. That it wasn’t going to happen so suddenly. 

“Love, is everything okay?”, Joe asked easily, cutting on the lamp before turning the overhead light off. 

Joseph was in his boxers and no t-shirt. He looked so good—so sexy, but it was hard to be in any mood the way you were feeling. All these doubts set in so fast.

“Fine.”, you responded easily, standing in front of your mirror in just your bra and panties, feeling like a beached whale.

You ran your hands over your pregnant belly, trying to see how big you really were. 

Joseph wasn’t buying it. “What’s on your mind?”, he asked easily.

You sighed, grabbing your silk gown, almost ready to slide it on. “I just feel so huge. I just was thinking about how small I used to be. Like when we began dating or when we got married.”

Joseph smiled before sighing easily. “Baby, you’re still beautiful. You’re just six months pregnant. You’re not huge like you think you are.”

You sighed, undoing your bra and sliding your silk gown on suddenly to hide your bump as best it could before sitting down on the bed. “Everyone kept saying how cute and beautiful it was but I don’t feel like that. I just see how much I’ve changed.”

“Baby, it’s okay. Really. You are adorable. So cute and sexy, I promise.”

Joseph sat beside you on the bed, taking you in his arms. 

“We haven’t even had sex since I’ve got bigger.”, you sighed into him.

He could absolutely have any woman he wanted. Deep down, you knew Joseph would never cheat on you—he would never dream of it. However, you couldn’t help to think about him fantasizing about the smaller girls he encountered through business—how you used to look. 

“Baby—”

He didn’t get all of his sentence out before you interrupted him. “Do you even find me attractive anymore?”

Tears threatened to fall from your eyes once again. 

Joseph pulled back from your all’s embrace so he could make direct eye contact with you. “Baby, I absolutely love you and find you so attractive. You’re fucking gorgeous—the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. And I mean just knowing you’re pregnant with my baby is so sexy.”, he reassured you.

He wiped the tears that were ready to slide down your cheeks. His brown eyes were full of concern, focused on you and only you. Joseph really knew how to make you feel like you were the only girl in the world. 

“Really?”

“Absolutely.”, he smiled.

You both leaned in for a kiss, him instantly requesting to deepen it. You allowed him this, holding yourself up on the bed. His hand brushed your thigh, fingertips gliding across your silky smooth skin. You let a small moan escape into his mouth. You felt his lips curve into a smile. He never broke this kiss as he took his other free hand, caressing your cheek. 

You felt your arms begin to give out easily, falling back onto the bed with a soft thud. He leaned down, careful to steady himself above you, not to put a lot of pressure on your bump. You could feel his breath on you, sending chills down your spine and causing goosebumps to appear on your skin. He began placing kisses on your neck, and down your chest causing you to release a soft sigh.

He easily tugged at the bottom hem of your silk nightgown, pulling it above your thighs, passing your bump before easily lifting it over your head. He leaned up, admiring you in just your panties. 

“Wow.”, he breathed.

“What?”, you asked sheepishly, instantly feeling self-conscious.

“Just admiring my beautiful wife.”

You felt your cheeks get a little hot as he grabbed the lace of your panties, beginning to slide them down your legs. “Can we get rid of these?”, he asked, lowly in a seductive voice.

You nodded as he freed them from around your ankles, tossing them on the floor. You gulped, looking up at him, wondering exactly where he was headed with this. He leaned down, continuing to kiss you before brushing his hands over your breasts, completely missing your nipples. You knew your breasts were changing, becoming heavier and larger. You suffered back aches quite frequently. 

“Joe.”, you breathed, interrupting between a kiss.

“Hmmm?”, he hummed, clearly excited you were finally feeling better.

“Um, are you sure it’s still safe to have se-sex?”, you gulped. 

He broke the kiss, looking down at you. “Yes, we can still find a way for you to feel comfortable while we have sex, baby.”

His words caused that feeling in the pit of your stomach to return, your stomach twisting in knots only he could undo. 

“So, um, how do we do that exactly?”, you asked, nervously. 

Joe chuckled easily. “Why don’t we try you riding me?”

His forwardness caused your breathing to hitch. You all usually opted for missionary, but your gynecologist advised against that so you could avoid weight on your belly. 

“Okay.”, you breathed easily, looking into his brown eyes. 

“Yeah, I read that in one of those pregnancy books you bought—I’ve done my research.”, he smirked. 

You rolled your eyes, playfully. You were beginning to feel less self-conscious with Joseph. He had wanted to have sex with you before now, but he knew you stayed tired often. You were growing his baby and he didn’t want to make you feel pressured to have sex with him. 

“That’s so sexy.”, you breathed as you shared a kiss with him. 

Joe smiled as you both broke the kiss. “But first, let’s get you ready.”

You were a smidge confused about what Joseph meant by that, however, he quickly answered your question with his actions. Joseph rubbed his hand up your thighs, parting them easily. You naturally gave in to his touch, thus causing him to sigh with a smile. You felt his hand trail up your inner thigh, his pointer and middle fingers brushing your clit, begging you to let them in.

A moan escaped your lips, letting Joseph know you wanted this as much as he did. Joseph’s breathing hitched as he stuck both fingers deep inside your wet folds.

“Feel good, baby?”, he whispered.

You nodded as he continued to work his fingers in and out of you, making sure you were well-lubed up for him. Your eyes were already rolling back in your head under his touch. Your toes began to curl as you took in just how good this felt—it had been a while. You needed this. 

“Joe.”, you moaned out easily.

“Yes, love?”, he groaned back, continuing to work his finger in and out of your slick folds.

You tried to remember what you were going to say as you instinctively rolled your hips against his thick fingers, feeling eager and ready for him. 

“I’m ready….”, you moaned as he smirked.

In his mind, you were definitely ready. You were soaked for him. 

“Are you?”, he whispered against your cheek, his breath tickling your ear.

“Mhmmm.”, you moaned.

Satisfied, his fingers left your dripping heat, causing you to whimper at the loss of contact. He admired his fingers, your wetness reflecting in the light. You laid there, chest heaving, so ready just to have sex with him. It had been too long.

Joseph laid down beside you, a gentle thud against the mattress. He instantly pulled down his boxers, allowing his cock to spring free, already visibly hard from the sight of you and his fingers being inside of you, feeling just how wet and ready for him you were. He was so happy you were ready to have sex with him. He had missed it so badly.

You gained your composure, somehow coming to your senses as you sat up in the bed. You took another deep breath as you slowly shifted to your knees, already feeling how your bump was getting in your way and making the tasks you used to be able to do easily much harder. Joseph helped you climb on top of him, his cock brushing your thigh as you tried to position yourself to be comfortable. 

“Joe, are you sure you want this? I feel like my belly is in the way.”, you eyed him. “I can’t even see anything.”

Joseph smirked. “Of course, I do, baby. I’ll help guide me in.”

He took one of your hands in his before leading your hand to his cock. You instinctively wrapped your hand around him, feeling him pulse under your touch. He closed his eyes for a moment, noticeably holding back a moan. His hand guided yours, moving his cock towards your entrance, aligning it with your wet folds.

“Now just raise up for a second, baby. I’ll help ease you back down on me.”

You struggled to raise yourself up, Joe noticing. It was doable but your belly was definitely hindering sex just a little. He placed his free hand under your ass, giving you extra support until he instructed you to ease yourself back down on him, immediately feeling his cock stretching out your pussy. You whimpered, your body reminding you it had been a hot minute since you let your husband have sex with you. The feeling intensified quickly, feeling like he would split you open any second.

You bit your lip, closing your eyes. You held your breath, realizing just how good this felt—it felt so fucking good. 

“Feeling comfortable, baby?”, Joe asked as a single tear slid down your flushed cheeks.

You nodded with a moan. “Yes, you were so right.”

He smirked. “Whenever you’re ready, baby.”, his hands brushed your hips—which were also visibly wider. 

You steadied yourself against his chest, fingers brushing his chest. He leaned up to kiss you before you began riding him. You gulped as you began to buck your hips against him, slowly learning how to gain your rhythm with your belly in the way. However, it became easier with each buck of your hips.

Joseph threw his head back. “Feels so good, baby.”, he groaned.

“Really?”, you moaned, feeling his cock entering deep inside of you. 

“Yes, really.”, he groaned again, sinking his fingertips in your hips. 

You kept working on him, bucking your hips up and down. You forgot for a little bit that you were six months pregnant. This was so comfortable for you and it was so sweet that Joe worried about you being comfortable. As it went on, your abdominal muscles were beginning to burn slightly. You couldn’t catch your breath as quickly with your growing belly. You felt Joseph deep inside of you, feeling him in the bottom of your stomach. 

You closed your eyes, feeling your climax approaching like a train about to go off the tracks. The warm, aching feeling returned to the pit of your stomach as it had each time you and Joseph had sex. Your release was impending. You bit back the feeling, wanting—needing to cum. The view of Joseph under you was becoming blurry as you let another moan escape your lips. He grunted as his cock thrusted into you each time, hitting just the right spot that made you forget your name. 

“Joe….”, you moaned out.

“Yes, baby?”

He smiled, thoroughly enjoying this and the fact you felt so comfortable. 

“I’m gonna—cu—cum.”, you moaned out. 

His breathing hitched. “Cum for me, baby. Let it all out.”, he encouraged.

You bucked your hips one—two—three more times before you felt it. 

“Joe…”

“Yes, baby?”, he grunted, beginning to feel your muscles clench around his cock. 

“I’m gonna—cum right now.”, you hiccuped, your hips ceasing their movement and you felt yourself hit your climax head-on. You hadn’t had one in so long it caused the dizziness to set in, the feeling of the heat of your orgasm wash over your entire body. 

You clenching around Joseph’s cock was all it took for him. That and the fact he had gone without it for some weeks mixed in with how much pleasure it had brought you.

“I’m cum—cumming too.”, he groaned as you felt his cock pump his cum into you. 

You both eyed each other with groggy, lazy eyes. You both were trying to catch your breath. Once you felt Joseph was done, he helped ease you up and off him, allowing you to lay down in the bed beside him. You pulled the comforter over your body, eyeing the ceiling, feeling your exhaustion creeping up. Especially after the amazing sex you’d just had.

Joseph smiled, turning over to you. “Are you going to listen to me more often?”

You rolled your eyes before giggling. “Shut up.”

Joseph smiled as he stretched. “I’m gonna tell my baby girl goodnight since mommy is in a much better mood.”

You smiled at his words as he peeled the comforter back just enough to be able to access your bump. He rubbed your belly easily, causing you to close your eyes.

“Goodnight, baby girl. Daddy loves you.”, he talked to your bump, laying his head on your belly. 

You smiled, opening your eyes long enough to run your hand through Joseph’s curls. You felt Amelia move easily before she settled right back down under his touch. 

“Goodnight baby, I love you.”, Joseph smiled as he kissed your belly easily.

“I love you too, Joe.”

He rested his head on your bump as you rested your hands in his curly hair, you both dozing off to sleep. 

#joseph quinn x reader #joseph x reader #joseph quinn #eddie munson hc #stranger things #eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie imagines #eddie stranger things #dad joe

[hmshermitcraft]

Tw // sh (picking and stuff)

The reason Etho covers 90% of himself is not a confidence thing, oh no! It is a "I will pick and pick and pick until I have no skin left" thing. Etho's plenty confident! He looks great and he knows it!! Etho is also plenty self aware and he knows that he literally cannot help himself.

It's not even a conscious thing, he does it without thinking and only realizes when he draws blood and nobody wants that!!

Before he had a simple medical mask and cotton gloves with lil grippies on em and he'd wear long sleeves and generally be ok. When he met the hermits he was me with the expected level of "what's up with the gloves and the mask there mon frére?" And they were very nice about it!

Cleo, resident seamstress, made him a whole bunch of new masks, some plain, some with funny faces on them, some with cute patterns, the works! And they're soft and much more breathable than anything he has previously!

Bdubs got him better gloves for working and handling redstone and terrain, and big warm ones for winter. He even got some actual mining gloves too, which cut down on blisters which cut down on picking (sneaky win).

Grian got him thin covers for his arms during the summer, Beef keeps buying him new compression socks, Joel got him lots of chapstick with lots of fun flavors for when he wants to try going maskless.

And at the end of every month, Joe repaints his nails, long and sharp and dangerous things that Etho fights to keep.

-s (who is having a Very Rough Time. i wanna keep my nails dammit!!!)

It's a fun compromise for something Etho used to be ashamed of. Before it did feel a bit like he was hiding and he didn't want to. It sucked being so covered up all the time, but picking the fluff from his shirt was better than tearing off another scab before it healed.

Now, though, he feels like this is part of his fashion. He can accessorise, he can mix and match. It's not a necessity but something he can have fun with and use as another means to express himself.

It makes it more special that so many of the items are gifts from the hermits. It just shows they accept him and his weird quirks. He fits perfectly with the rest of them.

#hermitshipping #ask #etho tag #cleo tag #bdoubleo tag #polyhermits #s anon #mod 🎀 #self harm tw #skin picking tw #anon we are shaking hands #though im the opposite i keep my nails super short lmao

[autumnaaltonen]

Hello! Can I get some Alucard courting hcs, scenario, whatever tickles your fancy (fem reader if you do gendered). Basically you caught his many eyes and he is interested in making you his (lucky) s/o 💖

Thanks a bunch!

When I tell you how much I.love.this.trope. I could write an essay. Super powerful god-like beings being whipped for average joe(joni?) reader clears my skin and opens my third eye.

Rating: PG

Warnings: fem-reader, sorry gays and theys.

When you first walked into Alucard's un-life, you didn't exactly stand out. Sure, you were nice to look at, definitely a beauty in the eyes of this former 15th century Voivode, but you were still human.

Don't feel bad, mans is busy.

But the more time he spends around you, the greater concerned he becomes. Because "they fuck?" Since when did a human woman distract him so much?

Every time Integra is lecturing him or Walter is delivering missions details, you just so happen to be in the room, doing whatever it is you do (he never actually figured out your official position in Hellsing), and his focus is all on that cute ass of yours or the shine of your hair.

You know that meme where if you're wearing sunglasses, you can look where ever you want? Yeah, his eyes are lasered in on your tits 50% of the time.

But it doesn't take long for him to start falling for you on an emotional level as well.

When someone makes you laugh, it has his heart swelling like the bloody Grinch on Christmas. And if it's one of those snorty or cackle laughs? Even better. So precious. He wants to keep you in his coat pocket.

You love helping out around the manor, keeping the Hellsing cogs turning however way you can. Your dedication is so admirable, as Alucard has witnessed one too many humans wasting away in their chosen careers. But you approach every task, no matter how mundane, with a reasonable attitude and intent focus.

You were THE GIRL. If someone needed something done, they knew they could rely on you.

That's why, one day, you were asked to deliver Alucard's blood bags. You were admittedly terrified. You've heard rumours of the horrible pranks the No-Life King has played on other unsuspecting staff who made their way down the basement stairs.

But to your relief, he pulls no such tricks. He's actually quite welcoming?

This was the first time you two had officially spoken.

Alucard takes the time to ask you some questions as you pour the blood into a wine glass. Where were you from? What are your hobbies? Do you know how to handle a semi-automatic rifle? Trivial things like that.

By the time you finish your conversation, Alucard says he enjoyed speaking with you, and that he hopes he gets to pick your brain again soon.

You blush, making him inhale sharply as he resists the intense urge to pull you into his lap and ravage you.

From that day on: you say jump, he breaks the ceiling.

Integra, Walter and Seras all take note of how he listens to your every word like it's an orchestral symphony. Would they dare point it out? Heavens no. They've never seen the King of Vampires in such a good mood, even if it was only indicated by his undivided attention.

Having Alucard's full attention is a miracle in itself. He is FOCUSSED. He is DEDICATED.

By the time he finally makes a move on you, you have to ask, "what took you so long?"

Witty too? God, he loves you.

#hellsing #hellsing ultimate #alucard x reader

[icallhimjoey]

U know I always thought a cute fic idea would be where Joe is on ST set and there’s some riveting scene where he’s rescued from the Upside Down. Yn is the person playing the character but staff have kept Yn hidden from Joe until this point, to build up the suspense and genuine surprise for when he gets rescued in the show. Anyways there’s a riveting scene where Eddie opens his eyes for the first time and yns face is the first thing he sees as she’s in character and “tending” to his wounds. Joe just absolutely immediately smitten like “wow didn’t believe in love at first sight until now” and then as the show filming progresses yn becomes a love interest both on and off screen 😣

the way i felt so awkward writing this because it involves so many people i dont know how to write for, my GOD i hope you like what i've done with it Wordcount: 1.6K

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Shit, that was hot

“Shh shhhh, guys, guys, this is it, quiet!” you managed to get the room quiet enough for the TV to blare over the chatter that had filled the air all throughout the evening.

“Watch that face,” you heard someone mutter from the other side of the sofa.

“It’s so fucking funny,” someone else replied.

You shot eyes at Joe who sat right next to you. He looked annoyed, like he was about to groan, but simultaneously he couldn’t hide his smile. It was adorable.

On screen, in the last episode of the Netflix series you all played parts in, you were all about to watch Eddie getting rescued from the Upside Down. By you.

It hadn’t been revealed to be you yet – not to the audience, as the scene was still working up to its climax, but also not to Joe or many other cast mates when you’d filmed it. It was the biggest secret you had sat on, and it was so difficult to not tell anyone all throughout filming. It had been one of the latter scenes you shot, so getting to know your cast mates had been fun, but the urge of sharing your exciting knowledge with others – never with Joe, you couldn’t fucking wait to see that face – had been almost too much to handle. There was a reason you’d be in quiet meetings with Matt and Ross so often. You just needed to talk about it with someone, just to get your excited jitters out so you’d be able to hold the news off for longer.

During filming, people had heard that there was a piece of script entirely blacked out.

“Ooh, that’s new.” Natalia had mused when Keery had asked her if Nancy was the one to save Eddie from the Upside Down. Natalia had reacted confused; was Eddie going to be saved from the Upside Down? That hadn’t been in her script.

“But look,” Joe had shown them pages of his script, which had so much blacked out dialogue, directions and even character names, he didn’t even know how he was going to rehearse any of it. "It's just directions for me- for Eddie, and then... it's all this shit. What do I do with this?"

“That’s the point.” Matt had made clear when Joe had gone to him with questions. “It’s such a pivotal part in the episode, we need to build maximum suspense and get your genuine reaction as Eddie.” They had skipped the full chuck at the table read and left everyone fully in the dark.

“You don’t think I can act surprised?” Joe had pressed them, instantly insecure at his abilities and his work up until that point, but Matt didn’t want to discuss it any further.

In make-up, Sadie asked if you’d heard about the surprise scene. You had to do your best to pretend to hear of the news for the first time. Amy and Sarah from the make-up department had listened in and you wondered if they knew – why would they need to, you thought first, but then you realized they’d need to get you ready for it when it was time to shoot. Of course they knew. But they’d kept silent, and Sadie hadn’t suspected a thing.

It almost slipped out of you when you heard Gaten talk to Joe and they were both so sure it was going to have to be Keery, the dude who’d asked pretty much everyone if they were the one that was blacked out. Surely, it was to distract from himself. Some sort of sick power-play, having everyone else talking about it and trying to figure it out as he got to sit back all-knowingly.

The small parts of the pages Joe had shown everyone before being told off by Matt and Ross – “Keep that to yourself, Joe. We hand people individual scripts for a reason.” – were perceived to be at least a little flirty. And who had Eddie been the flirtiest with throughout everything they’d filmed up until that point? Definitely Steve.

The words were so close to rolling off your tongue, wanting to pull Gaten aside and let him in on your secret, just to be able to shoot him looks whenever people would talk about it, just so you wouldn’t be suffering by yourself. But the NDA kept you from spoiling the surprise to anyone.

At the last minute, they had to let Maya know. Just her. She’d be on the call sheet as a distraction as to not give anything away to Joe. She didn’t have any scenes that day – you clearly had, but they kept you under wraps. They got Natalia and Joe Keery ready too, for a scene they had together, which still left Joe in the dark as to what exactly Eddie’s faith would be. And then Joel walked onto set, and Joe thought he knew for sure. “Of course, it’s uncle Wayne!” he said when he hugged him, but Joel didn’t know what he meant, and it left Joe with just as little of an inkling as before.

The day before shooting, and with Maya in on it now, you had to come up with reasons to explain your giggles whenever you’d make eye contact. “Maya broke a chair in the make-up trailer,” you said to Joe when you’d gotten strange looks from him. “Catering is doing a number on me.” Maya had laughed, rubbing her hand over her stomach, prompting you to laugh louder.

Your big watch-party of the series had turned into talking over whatever was happening on screen, reminiscing, and reminding each other of inside jokes, alternating with the odd silence when special effects would overwhelm you all to shut up and watch. And now the moment had come, where Eddie was about to almost miss his chance to get out and survive the alternate dimension. By now everyone knew it had been you who was the blacked out person with the blacked out dialogue and blacked out directions, but that didn’t make watching Joe’s reaction to it less fun.

You remembered everyone’s reaction on set when Joe was made to close his eyes as they called cut for just enough time to get you onto set, into the scene. Some of them had seen you be walked in, and had gasped, and Joe Keery had whispered "I fucking knew it," which had only added to the suspense Joe had felt in that moment. The Duffer brothers knew they could do more shots if they needed to, but the dream was to get it all in first go, just because they hadn’t put so much work into keeping secrets just for them to use a shot that wasn’t that first, true, genuine reaction.

When they called action, Joe needed to keep his eyes closed for longer as two hands managed to grab hold of him and yank him out of the situation he was in before shooting Hopper’s police weapon that your character had stolen from his abandoned house in the woods. You shot it right into the face of whatever monster the Upside Down tried to attack Eddie, which would be put in later by the SFX team.

“Watch his face, watch,” you pointed, as giddy as you could be.

“It’s the line, it’s so good!” Keery slapped his own leg repeatedly in suspense for what he was about to hear.

After the shots were fired, and Joe, as Eddie, had bunched himself up on the ground in self-defense, he had opened his eyes and had seen you, holding that gun, arm outstretched, the bad-assery practically dripping off of you. It had done something to Joe, and so that showed in Eddie’s face too – the cameras had captured it perfectly. “Whoa, I didn’t believe in love at first sight until now,” Joe spoke as Eddie in his heavy American accent, panting from the action scene. You had turned back to look at him, and you chuckled. “We’ve seen each other lots, idiot.” And you’d held out your hand to help him stand. “Exactly. But I just now realized I’ve loved you all along. Shit, that was hot.” And then Joe had pulled you in for a kiss that you had gladly accepted. It was the kind of kiss that felt like it would be the last kiss you’d ever have – like the world was going to end and you didn’t have tomorrow together. You remember being able to feel Joe's heartbeat in his chest, absolutely desperate to beat its way out of his ribcage. The kiss stopped abruptly though when it got called cut on, and had Matt and Ross laughing as they waved for the two of you to stop making out. They hadn’t included the kiss in the show, but everything else had stayed in.

“Shit, that was hot,” Keery quoted Eddie as he watched it, nodding along and his face showed how cool he thought the line was. It had everyone laughing, but Gaten was in hysterics. Joe was so embarrassed, and you took advantage, poking him in the sides as you watched his face scrunch.

“Okay, okay, all right,” Joe tried to calm the room down.

“Best bit of the show,” you cooed, your face too close to his for the company you were in. “Better than dontcha, big boy?” Joe raised his eyebrows at you. You’d gone on about that line endlessly after witnessing Joe ad-lipping it. “Mmmh, maybe not,” you said, leaning in and kissing Joe on the lips. You were instantly met with thrown over pieces of popcorn.

“You’re damn right, it's not.” Joe Keery commented, stuffing the rest of his handful of popcorn into his mouth.

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[redheadspark]

omg would you ever write a part 2 for star struck maybe when they first meet on set and their relationship building up until he goes on jimmy fallon! i’m actually in love with your writing x

A/N: OMG I love this. SO SO SORRY for taking so long to write this, life got in the way and I had to handle some stuff! I hope you like it :)

Love At First Take

Summary: Being an extra on Stranger Things was already a dream come true for you. But to fall in love with Joseph Quinn....that was an added bonus.

Warnings: Just come fluffy cuteness!!!

Sequel to Starstruck

"And CUT! That was great, reset everyone!"

That day was an amazing and trying day for you, being on the set of Stranger Things as an extra and seeing all the hype and what it was cracked up to be. You were lucky enough to be an extra with a girlfriend of yours, the casting call going out from Georgia and you both drove down from Boston when they reached out and wanted you two. So you both pulled together some money for traveling, able to crash at her relative's house in Atlanta while you two were going to be extras, and lastly you piled into your little car, making it to Georgia in the knick of time.

What a dream come true!

You were sitting at a cafeteria table with some other extras, all of you were clad in your high school 80's attire and ready for see some of the major stars of the TV. You all were excited, beyond excited, when Finn and Gaten were on set and ready for their take. Of course, some of the newer characters and the actors playing them were at their marks too, one of them seemed to have caught your eye and made your stomach flip.

Joseph Quinn, playing the metal head Eddie Munson.

He was an English actor, already making waves with the co-stars on set with rumors of his kindness and quirky sense of humor. He seemed to be a very nice guy, always cheerful coming on set in his wig and Hellfire Club attire. Of course you thought he was American when he did the first take at the Hellfire Club table in the cafeteria, yet once the take was done and he used his English accent, your eyes raised up and you grinned.

Damn, he did sound quite attractive.

You two met between takes 3 and 4 in the cafeteria scene, you running into him on accident and you two bumping shoulders. He was moving to get into another spot, not seeing you for a split moment. But once you two collided shoulder wise, he whirled around quickly and looked concerned as you shrugged it.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't see...you," He slowed down a bit, taking in your high school attire. You were dressed as one of the party-kids, your hair in an offsides ponytail and in bright neon colors. But you grinned, seeing his eyes trained on your face and not your clothes alone. The way he looked at you, almost like he was engraining your image in his mind, it made your stomach flip.

"Oh, it's okay!" You replied in a shrug, waving him off, "I'm fine! No harm no foul,"

Joe grinned at you, a genuine smile that made you see all of his teeth and the small hint of dimples on his cheeks there. You grinned back, about to move away and go back to your seat before you turned back at him and pointed at him.

"By the way...you're doing really great as Eddie," You complimented, then ducking your head with a hint fo blush on your cheeks to slide back into your spot. The other extras were chatting with one another, not noticing you making a shy smile on your face and how your foot was jittery. It felt bold enough to flirt with him, someone who's a legit actor on the set of one the biggest Shows in Netflix history, or in TV history in general. But for some reason, it felt natural to compliment him. Even more when you looked up and saw Joe walk back over to his spot at the Hellfire Club table, seeing a genuine smirk on his face and a hint of fondness in his eyes, that made your grin wider too.

"Already, right where we left off! Extras start chatting and moving...and....ACTION!"

"Well," Joe huffed as he got up on the table and starting walking on the surface, "As long as you're into band.....or science.....or....pparrtieess." He whined at your table, making you and the extras sneer at him like you practiced. But for a split moment you two locked eyes, his brown ones to your bright green ones, and you felt like you could freeze into a statue then. Perhaps he did feel the way too, but that would be silly in your mind. Those two seconds of you two watched one another felt like a solid minute, such a silly thing to think about when you two barely spoke for no more than a few seconds, yet Eddie went on.

"OR A GAME WHERE YOU TOSS BALLS INTO LAUNDRY BASKETS!" He roared in a taunting manner to the jock table. You were beaming on the inside, fee liking love a lovesick teenager for someone who seemed so out of reach from you.

And you merely spoke a handful or words to the guy.

3 Weeks Later

"So, you're in Hozier?"

"And you're not?"

Joe chuckled as you two were sitting on a picnic table, watching a scene not too far away out at the Hawkin's Library where Maya and Natalia were filming. You were eating some grapes that was nestled on your lap as Eddie was sporting his infamous wig. The air was sticky and humid with the sun behind the clouds, giving some comfort but not a whole lot.

Joe found you after the scene was wrapped in the cafeteria, flagging you down before you could escape to the costume department and get back into your real clothes. You were floored to see him approach you, and even more so when he asked what you name was. Maybe he was just being nice, that's what you thought as he asked if you were going to be sticking around as an extra for the rest of the series. When you said yes, you could have sworn his smile could radiate the sun that was already beating down on you all.

Since then, if you were on set, Joe would wave at you and jog over to say hello. Some of the extras looked over with a hint of jealousy to see you chatting with one of the stars, not that the other stars were mean or cruel. They were all so nice to the extras, chatting with them and enjoying their company. Especially Joe, whom was kind and was giving hugs to those who asked for them. But he would always find his way to you and seek you out, and you never knew why. But one of the first conversations you two had was on music, you mentioning how you were a bit of a Metallica fan because of your father. That spiraled into music genres, who was great and who was too mainstream. Joe was interested in your taste in music, you two talking and chatting throughout most of the way when you were shooting a scene.

"His music is nice and slow," You explained as you popped a grape in your mouth, Joe watching with a smirk as you shrugged, "One of my favorites is Like Real People Do. It's gorgeous,"

"Haven't heard it yet," He replied, "I've only heard Take Me To Church."

"Oh you're missing out!" You reasoned, "One of his best ones is called Work Song. The lyrics alone are breathtaking and just....heart-aching," You sighed, tilted your head to the side as you smiled. Joe chuckled, making you eye him suspiciously

"What?" You asked, Joe chuckling.

"They way you talk about music is..." he trailed off, trying to find the right words but nothing was working for him.

"Silly?" You asked, though he shook his head.

"Quite lovely," He replied, his accent mouth and rolling off his tongue as you looked at him with a small smile. Your ducked your head for a split moment, "Honestly, I love hearing you talk about music,"

"Oh....thanks," You thanked Joe, seeing him nod his head, "I try not to get carried away when I talk about it. But don't take it from me, go listen to that song when you have the chance. You're gonna love it,"

"You swear?" Joe asked as he nudged your shoulder with his, his voice sounding a bit like a tease. You heard your friend call out your name from afar, you looking down at your watching and notching that it was time for you to head home for the day. As much as you wanted to stay with Joe and talk some more about music, you knew it was time to go.

"I swear," You replied cooly, hopping off the table and waving at him, "Talk to you later, Joe! Night!"

"Goodnight!" He called out to you as you were walking away from him. You shoved your hands in your pockets, kicking some leaves as you walked and grinning like a mad woman from talking with Joe. He made it seem so relaxing and calm, no one judging you two or making you feel uncomfortable as you spoke to one another. He seemed like any other guy to talk to, cracking jokes to make you laugh or pestering you about you were currently listening to or reading. Talking to him made your day fly by, even on the days where you barely were in a scene or other days where it was an all day afar.

"I think you have the female extras jealous," Your friend commented in a grin as you two were back in your street clothes and walking to her car, "What do you two talk about anyways?"

"We're just talking," You explained, "Those girls are too desperate anyhow, "Honestly, we just talk about music and what we both are reading,"

"Too cute! " She teased, unlocking her car and popping into the diver side. You were about to get into the passenger side when you heard someone jogging up to you from behind. You turned, surprised to see Joe rushing over to you.

"Hey! I wanted to ask if you were doing something......on Friday night," Joe said to you, you freeze as you were holding the door open. Maybe you were short circuiting in front of him, almost looking like you were in a daze and and not knowing how to answer him.

"She's free!" Your friend hollered in the car, you whirring around to glare at her as she grinned wickedly at you and shrug. Sighing, you looked back at Joe, seeing a soft stare at him as you nodded.

"Yeah, I'm free," You replied, Joe almost bouncing on his feet.

"Cool! Maybe we can hang out.....and get some dinner together?" He asked with a hint of hope in his eyes and in his tone. That made your heart beat beyond fast, not realizing that Jospeh Quinn asked you on a date. He was one of the actors in the show....the one whom was being swooned by the female extras and them some....and he just asked you on a date.

You!

But this was almost Joseph Quinn, the same guy who you would talk for hours with about music, books, and corny reality tv shows that were bryson trash. Who's laugh was infectious and addicting to listen to on repeat, who's gentle heart was always seem on his sleeve and his smile could light up any darkened room. So it seemed like it would be the natural answer, the best one, with no hesitation and with no remorse.

"I would love that, Joe,"

8 Months Later

"So, you're coming with me to New York, right luv?"

You poked your head up from the bed, hearing Joe talk to you from the opening into the bathroom. You grinned, moving the bedsheet to cover your upper chest since you were still taking and bare in the hotel bed. Your hair askew all over the pillow as the crisp morning was sleeping in from the open window.

"Of course, Joe! I wouldn't miss it for the world," You replied out loud, knowing he would hear it as you moved to lay out on your belly, reaching for the newspaper and opening it to read the article that you were reading the night before. It was a great social piece, you thumbing to the next page as the soft sound of barefoot was heard behind you on the hardwood floor, then stopping right at the foot of the bed.

"What a gorgeous sight this early in the morning for me," Joe said in a teasing tone behind you, you dropping the newspaper on the bed and looking behind you with a coy stare. Joe was wearing his sweats, his short curly hair looking a bit damp still from his shower and his sweet grin was on his face, the stubble hiding his dimples that you grew to love.

"Care to join me then?" You asked with a raised eyebrow, hearing him chuckle. He then moved swiftly, taking the bedsheet off of you and having you be completely naked in front of him as he slid onto the bed. You squealed, though Joe was perched over you within a second to shield you. Being chest to chest and nose to you, you both took a moment to drink one another in you reaching up to touch his curls as Joe merely smiled.

If you were asked if you were going to be in bed with Joseph Quinn mere moths after meeting him, you'd laugh. That seemed like a far fetched dream, never reachable and just something you could imagine late at night. Yet after that first date with Joe, going to a decent restaurant in town and talking like old friends, everything changed after that night for you two. You felt so at east with Joe, even after your friend picking out a decent dress and flats for you to wear and Joe wearing a dress shirt and slacks. It was a magical date, ending with Joe walking you to your place and giving you a kiss on the cheek.

That kiss changed everything.

You two were attached by the hip since then, though you had to be professional while you were at work. Eddie obviously had more for a work load than you, but that never stopped him from seeking you out when he wasn't in rehearsal or about to shoot a scene. You two still spoke, though those fleeting moments of acting like love sick teenagers did slip though every once in awhile. But you didn't care, not with Joe and how he spoke to you with love and kindness, and how he wished to hold your hand as much as possible without being in the public eye. He thrived for privacy, and as did you, since the last thing either one of your wanted was to have your relationship be exposed. There were sneaky outings you two had every weekend, you having time with Joe in his hotel room and watching a cheesy movie together, or Joe visiting your place from time to time if he really needed to escape the chaos of shooting.

When the shooting was wrapped, Joe had to head back to England. He was heartbroken leaving you behind since you two started dating in secret, but you swear you would fly out to him within a month or two after you got your own life together. You made due with your promise, flying out to London within a month or two and being picked up by Joe with a bouquet of bright yellow roses in his hand.

What a stereotypical romantic.

Joe's career was igniting because of his role of Eddie Munson, making him one of the top character on the show and on the internet. He was amazed in how big he got and how famous at the same time. You weren't, knowing deep down how great he was any who before he knew it himself. You two made sure with your relationship with one another, going back and forth from the US to London throughout that time together and still keeping your relationship under wraps. You both knew it was the safer bet, yet Gaten and Noah were the firsts ones to find out after they found you two making out near his trailer towards the end of shooting.

They swore to secrecy, which meant only the rest of the cast found out and they swore to secrecy.

Joe had interviews left and right, making appearances and doing TV Spots because of his popularity on the show. You could see how he was being thrown into the lion's den at times, almost stressed out himself sporadically. And although you could never know what that was like, you still supported him and stood by his side. Even through the negative moments and some of the false rumors about him, Joe leaned on you and felt better since you brought him peace.

Now you were in London again, Joe flying you out to spend a week with him before Joe would come back with you to the US. He was booked to appear in his first talk show appearance with Jimmy Fallon on the Tonight Show, which was a huge deal and made him beyond nervous. But you were going to be with him in New York, staying at his hotel room that the Tonight Show accommodated him with just for the interview alone. After that, you two were going to go on a vacation together, someplace that Joe picked out and would not tell you, no matter how much you begged and teased him in slipping where you were being whisked way to. Joe only said it was going to be secluded. No one else around, no one to spy in on your relationship with wandering eyes.

Just the two of you. It was going to be perfect.

"You're going to be amazing," You said to him as he was still on top of you on the bed, Joe nuzzling into your hand that was on his cheek.

"You think so?" he asked.

"I know so," You reassured him, "It's going to go off without a hitch, and they're gonna go crazy for you,"

"I just want one woman to go crazy over me," Joe reminded you coyly, leaning down to touch your noses together and barely brush your lips with his, "Cause after this interview, I'm takin' ya somewhere warm where you can glow from a sun tan..."

"You still won't tell me," You huffed against his lips, seeing him grin and peck you lips in a teasingly manner, "It's not fair..."

"No, what's not fair is that someone as amazing and beyond percent like you would want to be with someone like me," Joe explained, you cocked your head at him and gripping his jaw gently in your hand to have him look at you.

"Hey!" You lightly scolded him, "You are perfect and enough for me, Joe. I think you are, from the moment you bumped into me on set I saw you as perfect. I'll tell you over and over until you get sick of it and I'm blue in the face: I want all of you and nothing more or less. Got it?"

Joe peered into your eyes, seeing you were being truthful. You two world hard to get where you were, to be as comfortable and safe in each other's spaces. You were the first one that doubted, wondering why he would be with someone like you who wasn't an actress or someone famous. But Joe reminded you the first night you two fell into bed together, telling you against your skin and with every thrust he pushed into you that he loved everything about you. You felt that love in his arms, in his moans against your neck, and in his eyes looking right into yours as he made you climax in bliss.

"I got it, luv," He replied smoothly, moving to kiss your bare collarbone in front of him as you moved your fingers along his bare arms and back, "Thank you......for being there for me through all of this,"

"I wouldn't have to be anywhere else," You hummed, kissing him softly on the lips and feeling him kiss you back.

"And thankfully, we have the rest of the morning to be there before we head for the airport later tonight," Joe explained with a raised eyebrow at him, making you smile and blush madly on your cheeks.

"Hhhmmm, sounds lovely," You replied, pulling him your arms and having you fully pressed against you once more, "I have no intention of getting out of this bed until you kiss me all over,"

"As my lady commands," Joe replied smoothly, peppering you with kisses all over your face and making you giggle before his kisses moved to your neck, becoming more sensual and languid and you tilted your head back in bliss. And as his hands were moving to caress your bare breasts and his lips were moving downward to your collarbones, your mind could only conceive one simple fact that would be concrete for the rest of your life.

You loved Joseph Quinn. And it all started with the brush of his shoulder against yours.

The End.

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