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luvu2themoonand2saturn · 1 year

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your valentine, forever

joe burrow x fem!reader

warnings: 18+ content!!! smut, vaginal fingering, praise kink (reader), pet names galore, established relationship, p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie, soft dom joe, dirty talk, smidge of cum eating??? idfk, there’s also lots of soft and cutesy fluff sprinkled throughout

word count: 4.6k

note: vday fic is finally here, only a week late! used a prompt from the incredibly talented @scealaiscoite in this fic - their fluff prompts are literally the sweetest things <3 prompt is bolded in the fic! also a little treat for swifties in this one! hope you enjoy this smutty fluffy shitshow <3

“Joe! Can you come and zip up my dress?” you called to him from your en suite, where you were getting ready for your Valentine’s date night.

“Be right there, sweetheart,” he responded from your bedroom as he shrugged into his white button down, not bothering to do it up before giving you a hand. He stepped through the doorway that separated you, met with the sight of your back, bare except for the strips of delicate black lace that made up the straps and band of your bra, exposed between the unzipped panels of your dress. It was a classic little black number, with sheer sleeves that ended in cuffs at your wrists. The hem hit just above your knees, your collarbone and upper chest revealed by the v-neck cut.

“Baby, my god,” he said, eyes raking up and down your frame, gaze heated as he took in everything that was revealed to him and savoured the knowledge of everything that was hidden that he would get to touch, to kiss, to caress later that night.

You blushed, helplessly flustered. “Do it up, love, it’ll look better then,” you replied quietly.

“Hard to imagine you getting any prettier,” he said, but he did as you asked and zipped you up before his hands slid down your waist to rest on your hips, his lips dipping down to meet your neck. Your eyes drifted closed as you tilted your head to the side, sighing softly as he pressed kisses along the sensitive skin, working up to the spot behind your ear you especially loved to feel his lips on you.

He gently nipped your earlobe, murmuring, “So goddamn beautiful, babygirl.”

You squirmed around in his hold so you were facing him, eye level with his bare, beautifully sculpted chest. Your hands danced along the ridges of his abs, sliding around to rest on his lower back as you peered up at him. “You don’t look half bad yourself,” you said, pressing a lingering kiss to the bare skin of his chest.

He cupped your face in one warm palm, leaning down to kiss you, while the other hand pressed against your hip, guiding you to step backwards as he walked you towards the bathroom countertop. His lips remained locked with yours as his tongue slipped into your mouth, drawing one of those pretty whimpers from your mouth that he loved so much. When you bumped into the edge of the countertop, both of his hands slid down to cup your ass, easily lifting you onto the marble surface.

He stood between your legs, moving his lips to your neck, pressing wet, open mouthed kisses to the column of your throat. One of his hands massaged up your thigh, slipping under the hem of your dress, straying closer to the black lace of your panties, already soaked through. Your legs wrapped around him, holding him in place against you as your hands tangled in his soft blonde hair.

Detaching his lips from your neck with a wet pop, he pressed a tender kiss to the corner of your mouth as one of his knuckles ghosted over your clothed clit, the slightest touch, but it still made you arch your back into him, trying to regain the contact. “May I?” he asked, voice low and husky with need.

“Please, Joe,” you half mumbled, half whimpered, craving, wanting, needing his hands on you, in you.

Through the haze of desire clouding your mind, you recalled what you had originally been getting ready for in the bathroom. “Joe,” you whispered breathily. “Our dinner reservation.”

“Let a man enjoy his appetizer, pretty baby,” he mumbled against your skin. “Y’know I can make this quick when I need to.”

You giggled at his last comment, but you weren’t going to argue it. He was right.

He pushed the fabric of your panties to the side, before he slid two fingers down towards your entrance, feeling the wetness seeping from your core, already dripping for him. “Fuck,” he groaned, fingers teasingly circling your opening. “So fucking wet for me. Always ready for me, aren’t you, pretty girl?”

Your only response was a needy moan as you tried to grind your hips against his fingers, desperate for more. He couldn’t resist your whimpers, slipping one thick finger inside you, adding another after a moment. “Shit,” he grunted through gritted teeth. “Can’t wait to be inside you later, babygirl.”

“Joe,” you moaned as he pumped his fingers steadily in and out of your weeping cunt.

“Does it feel good, sweetheart?” he asked, pressing a kiss to the edge of your jaw. You only whimpered in response, prompting him to add, “Use your words, tell me how good I make you feel.”

“You make me feel so good, Joe, it’s so good,” you cried out as his fingers curled to brush the soft spot inside you that sent agonizing spasms of pleasure throughout your body.

“Good girl,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. Maintaining the speed of his fingers inside you, he pressed his thumb against your clit, the added friction causing you to grind yourself against his hand.

“Don’t stop,” you whimpered, your eyes closing as you felt your orgasm building in your tummy.

Just as you felt a gasp of pleasure rising in your throat, Joe’s phone on the countertop beside you rang, grabbing your attention. “Joe,” you started, seeing it was a local number.

With his free hand, he guided your head back to face him, keeping his hand on your cheek to hold you in place. “Shh, baby, don’t worry about it, c’mon, you’re almost there,” he said soothingly, feeling your walls fluttering around his fingers, still pumping deep into your cunt. “C’mon baby, focus for me, you can do it,” he urged you, keeping his thumb rubbing small circles against your clit. His words drowned out the sound of the phone ringing, as all of your attention returned to him. Where he was on you, around you, in you. “Let go for me, pretty girl, show me how good you are. C’mon.”

You gasped as the first wave of your orgasm broke, brought on by his soft spoken words, as your head fell back against the mirror and you ground your hips down onto his hand to glean every last ounce of pleasure from your release. You shuddered, grabbing his bicep to steady yourself. “Fuck, Joe,” you groaned, out of breath.

“That’s my girl,” he said, satisfied, as he pulled his fingers from your cunt and grabbed his phone with his clean hand, hitting answer just before it went to voicemail.

“This is Joe speaking,” he said into the phone. While whoever was on the other side spoke, he stuck the two wet fingers that had just been inside you into his mouth, silently sucking them clean. Your legs were still entwined around him, keeping him between them. You leaned into him, cheek pressed to his chest and arms around his waist, as his free arm looped around to your back, hand softly rubbing up and down as you recovered from your orgasm.

You weren’t listening to the crackly voice on the other end of the line, but you noticed he had frowned at whatever was being said, and you subconsciously mimicked his expression in concern.

“Yeah, that’s okay. Alright. Sounds good. Bye,” he said, hanging up.

“What is it?” you asked, resting your chin on his chest to look up at him.

“Bad news, sweetheart,” he said. “That restaurant you wanted to go to fucked up their reservations and overbooked, so they cancelled us because we were the last to reserve a spot.”

Your face fell. “What!? We booked it months ago!” Although you and Joe usually preferred to stay in for date nights, for Valentine’s Day you always made an effort to actually go out, making up for all the anniversaries and birthdays spent at home in bed, drinking wine and making love. You had booked a spot at an upscale restaurant nearby your home weeks in advance, somewhere you’d never eaten before.

Joe interrupted your thoughts when he said, “I know, honey, but we can go another time. To make it up to us they’re covering our bill next time we’re there.”

“That’s nice,” you conceded, but he could still read the disappointment in your face as you tucked your cheek back against his chest.

“Hey, look at me,” he said softly, gently grabbing your chin and urging you to tilt your head back to meet his eyes. “We’re still going to have an amazing night, sweets. I promise.”

“But you were so excited to go to this place! You’ve been talking about it for months,” you said dejectedly.

“Baby, the restaurant isn’t what was going to make this a special night. I just want to spend time with you.” During the football season, it often felt like you barely saw each other. Joe was often out of town, and when he wasn’t, you were working long days. It seemed like the only time you had together was over breakfast and dinner and then five minutes cuddling in bed before you fell into a deep sleep, drained from work. “I’d rather do nothing with you than anything with someone else,” he said softly, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

You took a deep breath, letting some of the tension out of your shoulders. “Same,” you murmured in response.

“Would another orgasm cheer you up?” he asked cheekily, smirking. “Now the reservation’s cancelled we have no time restraints.”

You lightly hit his chest, laughing. “I need to eat something first. You’re insatiable, Burrow.”

“Hard not to be when my girl is so goddamn beautiful. I’ll never be able to get enough of you. Speaking of how pretty you look,” he murmured. “I’ve got one thing for you. C’mere.” He helped you off the counter, your legs still quivering, guiding you back into your bedroom and gesturing for you to take a seat on the king sized bed. He fumbled in the drawer of his bedside table, pulling out a teal Tiffany and Co. bag.

“Joe! You didn’t have to do that!” you exclaimed, accepting the bag when he offered it to you. “You’ve already done so much for me today, sweet boy.”

He settled himself beside you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pressing a kiss to your clothed shoulder as he murmured, “It’s nothing, sweetheart. Just a little something.” Everything was “just a little something” to him, from the massive bouquet of roses you’d found in the kitchen when you had gone downstairs that morning to the hot breakfast he’d made for you (and made of you).

You pulled a box out of the tissue paper in the bag, opening it to find a note sitting on top that read, “Because I really know you.”

“Stop,” you gasped, lifting up the paper to reveal a necklace adorned with a simple circular pendant bearing a cursive letter “J.” “Joe, that is so sweet.” You turned to wrap your arms around him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “What did I do to deserve you?” you wondered aloud.

“You deserve the world, sweetheart. You always have,” he responded. “Here, let me put it on you.” He gingerly lifted the chain from the box as you swept your hair off your neck, allowing him to lay it across your collarbone and clasp it in the back, not without some difficulty. “Why do they make these things so goddamn small?”

You laughed. “C’mon, Joe, you’ve done this before.”

“Yeah, but this one seems even smaller than they normally are,” he muttered, focused on uniting the clasp and chain, which he eventually succeeded in doing. “Go look in the mirror, sweets, tell me what you think.”

You stood, re-entering the bathroom to admire the chain around your neck, the J pendant resting against your upper chest, identifying you as his.

“It’s beautiful, Joe, thank you.”

“I’m glad you like it. It suits you. Now, dinner,” he started, as he began buttoning his shirt up. “Where will it be? We haven’t got much in the house.”

“What about that grab and go sushi place? We haven’t been there in a bit and god I feel like I could eat fifty pieces of tempura right now. And we just have to pick it up so we won’t have to worry about that fact that everywhere is full tonight.”

“Sounds good to me.”

“I cannot wait to wow the world in this dress for three entire minutes while we pick it up,” you said sarcastically.

“You’ll be wowing me for a lot longer than three minutes, sweet cheeks,” he said, giving your bum a pinch as he walked by to pull his suit jacket off of a hanger. It matched his dress pants, a gorgeous crimson satin.

“I should think so,” you shot back, giving him a look.

After you applied one last swipe of lip gloss and Joe was satisfied with how his hair was falling, you both put on your shoes before descending the stairs to the front door of your home. Joe held your hand, rather tightly, as you walked down the stairs, prompting you to give him a quizzical look. He was a gentleman, absolutely, but he knew you could walk down the stairs in your own house just fine. “Not letting go of you until you’re back on solid ground,” he said, eyeing your heels with a look of distrust.

You laughed, still smiling at his antics when he opened the passenger side door of his car for you, brushing a kiss to your knuckles with a joking, “M’lady.”

“Why thank you, Joe,” you replied, laughing.

He hopped into the driver’s side, starting up the car. He turned up the heat, as he always did when you were riding with him. He was prone to overheating, but you tended to be chilly, something he was always mindful of. He rested his warm palm on your thigh, bare where your dress had ridden up, absentmindedly stroking his thumb across your skin while singing along under his breath to the chorus of the song on the radio.

The night sky was clear, and a bright moon cast a soft glow on the road. It had rained earlier, leaving the pavement shining, reflecting the light.

After a short drive, Joe pulled into the parking lot of a strip mall. Most of the shops were closed, their windows dark, but the sushi place was still open. Through the windows, you could see couples eating in the dimly lit dining area. Joe hopped out of the driver’s side to open your door for you, shrugging out of his suit jacket and draping it over your shoulders when you shivered as the cold February night air blew over you.

While waiting in line to pay for the sushi you had chosen from the grab and go refrigerator, you admired a piece of artwork on the wall, eyeing the price tag, unaware that Joe was busy admiring you. He loved seeing you out in public in that gorgeous dress with his initial resting around your neck, his blazer draped over your shoulders, knowing he was the only one who would ever get to take you out and take you home.

He slid an arm around your waist, bending down to whisper, “This dress looks phenomenal on you, sweetheart, but I can’t wait to take it off.”

“Joe!” you exclaimed under your breath, your cheeks warming with a blush. “What if someone heard!”

“No one heard, lovely, don’t worry,” he soothed you. Joe paid for your sushi, tipping the servers generously. With your trays of sushi packed away in a brown paper bag that rested on your lap in the passenger seat, you began the brief drive home.

“Do we have any wine in the fridge?” you asked, breaking the comfortable silence.

“Of course we do, sweetheart. One bottle of white and a bottle of bubbly, whatever you prefer.”

“Perfect.”

Once back at home, Joe directed you to sit on the couch in the living room, but you insisted on changing out of your dress first. “This wasn’t made for cuddling on the couch,” you said as you dashed upstairs with him right on your heels.

“Neither was this suit.”

You dressed in clothes more suitable for the cozy occasion, you in one of his large tees adorned with an illustration of Bugs Bunny and Daffy Duck (the man loved his cartoons) and a pair of flannel pajama pants, while he pulled on those ridiculous Seinfeld sweats. He pulled you in for a kiss, whispering, “No one else could make Looney Tunes and pjs look just as sexy as a black dress and heels.”

“I don’t think anyone else could pull off these Seinfeld sweats,” you whispered back, slipping two fingers into the waistband, brushing against his pelvic bone and pulling back, allowing the elastic to snap back into place before you turned and exited the room, leaving him hanging.

You headed downstairs into the living room while he disappeared into the kitchen. You fiddled absentmindedly with the new pendant around your neck while you awaited his return. He stepped into the living room, carrying a tray, upon which rested your sushi, neatly plated on a ceramic dish, alongside a bottle of bubbly. He grasped two champagne flutes in his free hand.

“Good evening, ma’am. Welcome to Burrow’s Fine Dining, the most prestigious restaurant in Cincinnati. Your food,” he said, setting the tray on the coffee table in front of the couch, where you sat curled up under a blanket, smiling like an idiot at his act. “Might I interest you in a glass of our house champagne?” he asked officially, displaying the bottle to you.

“You might,” you replied, laughing. He filled a flute, passing it to you delicately, clearly waiting for you to take a sip. You did, holding his gaze. “Fabulous. The best I’ve ever had. I also like the uniform here,” you said suggestively, eyes flicking between his bare chest and the blue sweatpants slung low on his hips.

“Only the best for our customers,” he said with a wink. “Please let any of our staff know if you need anything else,” he said, turning as if about to walk away.

“Hey! Staff! Could you find a Mr. Joe Burrow for me? We’re meant to be on a date, but he still hasn’t showed.”

He spun back around, smiling, raising his arms. “Here he is!”

“You’re an idiot, Joe,” you said, most lovingly. “Come and sit, baby.”

He joined you on the couch, pouring his own flute of champagne. “Just wanted to show you we can have a perfect night even without that restaurant. The service at home is just as good,” he said, propping his legs on the coffee table as he leaned back, sipping his champagne.

You rested your head against his shoulder. “I think the service at home is even better,” you murmured. “Thank you, Joe.”

“Anytime, sweetheart.”

You ate your sushi together on the couch, losing your mind when Joe overestimated his tolerance for wasabi and ended up with tears running down his red cheeks as you just choked on your own laughter, passing him a tissue. The bottle of champagne steadily emptied alongside the platter of food, as Joe’s laughs became heartier, your giggles more forthcoming, both of your cheeks growing rosier.

Joe set his champagne flute on the coffee table, taking yours from your hand without explanation. “About that other orgasm,” he began, grabbing your chin between his thumb and forefinger and tilting your face towards his.

“Mmm?” you hummed.

“You gonna be a good girl and let me have it?” he asked, his pupils dilating with unfiltered lust.

Warmth pooled in your core, anticipation fluttering in your stomach as you nodded. “Whenever you want it.” You closed the distance between your lips, connecting them with a passionate, breathless kiss.

His hands guided your body to lay down on the couch, keeping his lips on yours, his tongue in your mouth. You felt his hard cock on your leg through his sweatpants, and your hands went to his waistband, unsuccessfully trying to push it further down.

“What do you want, baby?” Joe asked teasingly, as if you hadn’t made it perfectly clear.

“Want these off,” you whimpered.

He shimmied his sweats and boxers down and off his legs as you lifted your hips to impatiently strip off your panties and pj pants, awkwardly wriggling on the couch, your sole focus getting it off and getting his warm body back on you. He helped you pull your his tee over your head, his practiced hands unclasping your bra and tossing it onto the carpet beside the couch, leaving you entirely bare beneath him.

His hands ran along your body, down your waist, over the curve of your hips, gripping the flesh of your ass while his head dipped down to take one of your hard nipples into his mouth. His tongue flicked against the sensitive bud as you arched up into him, whimpering his name, which somehow made him even harder. His lips popped off your nipple, giving it one flat lick before switching to the other, mumbling, “You’re fucking perfect, babygirl.” As he sucked your nipple, one of his hands found your core, groaning as he felt your soaked entrance.

Tangling your hands in his hair, you pulled his head from your chest back up to your face, desperately attaching your lips to his as you tried to grind up against his cock.

Breaking apart your needy, messy kiss, he asked, “You ready for me, baby?” Both of your lips were plump and red, glistening with each other’s saliva.

“Please, Joe,” you begged, aching for him, feeling wet beads of his precum on your thigh.

He spat into his palm before reaching between your bodies to give himself a couple firm strokes before he lined up with your weeping entrance. He began slipping his cock into you, grunting at the feel of your tight, wet heat wrapping so perfectly around him. You squirmed underneath him, adjusting around his size, filling and stretching you just right. “Relax for me, baby,” he said through gritted teeth, slowly easing into you until he bottomed out. “Lemme know when you’re ready for me to move,” he said, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“‘M ready,” you mumbled.

He began thrusting, pulling almost all the way out before plunging back in. He rested his head in the crook of your neck, pressing wet kisses and sucking marks into the soft skin as he grunted with each thrust. “So tight for me, baby, so wet, fuck.”

Your hands scratched at his back, leaving red marks in their wake, as you let out breathy, open-mouthed moans. “Sound so pretty for me, baby,” he grunted. Using one hand, he lifted one of your legs up, bending your knee, allowing him to thrust deeper into you.

“Oh, Joe, fuck!” you cried out at the intensified sensations, his strokes hitting every spot inside of you perfectly in the new position. Ecstasy coursed through your veins, lighting your skin on fire, and when Joe started toying with your sensitized clit, you felt ready to explode, the force of your pleasure so strong it almost hurt. You whimpered in his ear, grinding your hips against his hand, and he sensed that you were close.

“Cum for me, baby, c’mon. Cum on my cock, my good girl, that’s it,” he said as he sensed your orgasm breaking. You cried out, your fucked out frame shuddering beneath him as your walls clenched down around him. He maintained the rhythmic pace of his movements, allowing you to ride out your high, stopping himself from chasing his own orgasm until he knows yours is complete.

When the tension of release leaves your body and you fall limp beneath him, your eyes drifting shut while you catch your breath, he speeds up his thrusts, his breath hot on your shoulder as he moans. His hips are snapping against yours, the vulgar sounds of your wet cunt filling the room as he fucks you hard and fast. “Fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum,” he grunts. His body stills above you as you feel the warmth of his release fill you, his teeth gently grazing your shoulder as the force of his pleasure washes over him.

He let more of his weight fall on you as he caught his breath, his sturdy body against yours while he was still buried deep within you the best feeling. “God, that was so good, Joe,” you said, pressing a kiss to his temple, his head still hidden in your shoulder.

“You’re incredible, baby. So damn good for me, everytime,” he said softly. He shifted onto his elbows, pressing a peck to your lips. “So lucky to have you, my beautiful girl.”

“I’m so lucky to have you, my pretty boy,” you echoed, as you brushed a stray curl from his forehead, fingers grazing his jawline. Your yawn interrupted the moment, as your hands went to cover your face.

“Time to head upstairs?” Joe asked, smiling.

“Mhm, I want to be in bed but I don’t want to move,” you grumbled, holding him against your chest with arms wrapped firmly around him. “One more minute here.”

After a few more minutes of just resting in each other’s embrace, exchanging giggly kisses and soft praises, he slowly pulled out of you. He stood, tugging his sweats on, leaving you bare on the couch. You grabbed a blanket to cover yourself, the room suddenly chilly without him on top of you.

“Be right back,” he said, picking up the dirty dishes from the table and heading to the kitchen, where he deposited them in the sink. He’d do them in the morning - they could wait while he spent time loving his girl.

He returned to the living room, where he bent down to tuck the blanket more tightly around you, before gathering you, blanket and all, against his chest, easily supported by his strong arms.

“Thank you,” you mumbled sleepily, nuzzling your head into his chest. With you in his arms, he did his nightly rounds of the downstairs floor, flicking off light switches and double checking the doors were locked, before heading upstairs, nudging the door of your bedroom open with his foot.

He laid you gently on the bed, heading over to open up your closet door. He grabbed himself a fresh pair of boxers and one of his long sleeve tees for you. He changed before helping you stand up, sliding the shirt over your head.

“I’m so tired,” you said, yawning as you walked into your ensuite on shaky, post-orgasm legs.

His hand came to your lower back to steady you. “We’ll have you cozy in bed soon, sweet girl.”

After using the bathroom, brushing your teeth, and taking off your makeup, you crawled gratefully into bed, immediately rolling over towards Joe’s side where you could snuggle into his inviting warmth. He slipped under the covers beside you, flicking off the bedside lamp and wrapping his arms around you.

"Thank you for everything today, Joe. You're the best Valentine ever. I love you so much," you murmured in sleepy contentment.

"I love you too, sweetheart. Is it too early to ask you to be my Valentine again next year?" he asked quietly.

"I'll be your Valentine next year and every year after that, forever."

"Good. I'd never want anyone else."

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claymorexpunisher · 2 months

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No One Does it Better (18+ Fic)

(This was a request from @thesamoanqueen I really hope you enjoy it and I hope you don't mind that I added some things along the way. I couldn't help myself. 🤭)

Disclaimer: This is NSFW. If that's not your thing, keep scrolling. I try to tag everything appropriately, so please use your own discretion when clicking on my work... Anyways, thank you for the love as always. And as always, if you happen to see this, do let me know when/if you'd like to be removed or added onto my taglist. Enjoy this cheesy porno! 🥂

Pairing(s): Roman Reigns/Fem. Reader

Summary: Reader is locked up in a chastity belt and Roman is a menace. Idk what else I can say, really.

Tag(s): 18+, orgasm denial, oral sex (f receiving), teasing, sub/dom dynamic, vaginal fingering, edging, bratting (if you blink), chastity, dirty talk, possessive!Roman.

Word Count: 901

The soft clinking of the matching keys to the chastity belt against the metal contraption sounded louder to my ears.

Plush lips laid soft butterfly kisses along my quivering thighs, getting firmer and more persistent and moving closer toward the metal seam of the device.

The tip of Roman's tongue poked out, trailing the insides of my thighs.

I caught the smirk on his lips as my thighs twitched and my body followed suit.

"You want me to unlock you?" Roman asked.

His brown eyes were twinkling, now lit up like a Christmas tree as I of course nodded eagerly.

It been a week of this.

A week of my pussy being locked away for hours on end, until Roman decided that that torture alone wasn't enough.

He'd run his tongue along my thighs, leaving little hungry nibbles behind every so often, watching my face intently and drinking in the pathetic and breathy sounds I'd make...

He answered my silently eager request with silence of his own, but my heart and breath sped up as he took the belt's key in his grip after dangling it by its chain, and softly trailing it over my skin, causing me to shiver with goosebumps.

Roman took the key firmly in his grip and he slid it into the keyhole on the contraption, on the left side of my hip, and he chuckled softly as I exhaled just as a soft click sounded as he finally twisted the key.

But his torment on me and my body clearly wasn't over.

Though I was finally freed, and his mouth was now on my pussy, it wasn't enough.

"Joe..." I whined pitifully as Roman's mouth barely grazed over my pussy and he gave my clit some feather light kisses, his mouth only pressingly firmly when it traveled back onto my inner thighs and over my abdomen.

I was shaking like a leaf with unleashed desire at this point, that desire apparent from the way his lips came into view, glistening despite them barely landing how I wanted them to.

"What? All you said was to unlock you, baby. I ain't a mind reader..."

Roman had the nerve and the audacity to look up at me from between parted thighs, his hands as grazing as gently as his lips and a devilish smirk playing on said lips that didn't match his innocent tone and response.

His tongue began to softly lap at my clit.

Round and round.

Back and forth.

Toying and barely touching, yet still wracking my body with electricty-like strokes that made me twitch and whine and clench the sheets with every motion.

So naturally, I decided to respond to his smart mouth with mine.

"What's the matter? You forget how to eat p-"I gasped, my hips nearly flying up off the bed as Roman's mouth began to work my pussy with more intention.

Lewd slurping sounds hit my ears and made me buck my hips in time with Roman's mouth.

Just those light strokes from early on had my abdomen tensing and my thighs clenching and unclenching.

Trembling as slowly but surely, an orgasm threatened to crash through me and render me utterly useless.

And now, as Roman reasserted his dominance upon me, letting me know that he knew exactly what I wanted- what I needed- and that he was more than capable of giving it to me, I found myself teetering further and further towards the edge, right at the precipise of what would surely be a earth-shattering release.

But of course, Roman couldn't have that just yet.

"Does it feel like I forgot, baby?" Roman asked, licking away my juices from his plush lips as if he were eating away at a 10-course meal.

"Nooo...." I answered exasperatedly, both in response to his question and to his mouth halting its pleasurable assault on my body.

"No?" He mocked, letting the pad of his middle finger graze my pussy lips and along my glistening opening as I nodded eagerly once again.

"No what? No one takes care o' this pussy like I do?" Roman asked, his words accompanied by two of his fingers slowly sliding into my wet heat and curling against my sweet spot had my eyes rolling back and the muscles in my neck tensing as my mouth opened in a silent moan, before my brain could remind my mouth how to properly form words again and I met my man's eyes once more.

I let out a little gasp at the unbriddled hunger in Roman's eyes as his fingers slowly curled and uncurled before his movements began to speed up ever so slowly.

I began to salivate, watching Roman's biceps flex with every confident movement he made.

"Answer me or you don't cum." He growled and that made my mouth cooperate.

"No one! No one takes care o' me- of this pussy like you do, Joe!" I whimpered, cursing loudly as my legs became tingly and numb, stars burst in front of my eyes, and my core tightened.

"That's what I love to hear, babygirl." Roman purred, licking his lips and pecking mine before his lips joined his fingers between my thighs, tasting once again from my juices until they coated his hand, his tongue, and his beard, his chuckle reverberating through my body as if we were one and his tongue licked until my body sagged into the sheets...

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xhoneygirlxx · 8 months

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One Of The Girls

Modern King!Steve x Fem Reader

summary: Steve only hits you up when it’s convenient for him and you’ll always answer because it feels nice to be what he wants, even if it’s just for a night.

warnings: fboy!Steve, modern au! circa 2018. reader and Steve are both in their early 20's. reader is given the nickname 'trouble'. ooc steve, he's a big meanie and pretty much a douche bag. angst. Minors DNI smut: unprotected p in v (wrap it up kiddos), fingering, oral receiving (m), daddy kink, swearing, slight dom/sub, cream pie, insinuations to reader being on birth control, possessive steve, toxic steve! hair pulling. Steve's job is mentioned briefly, I like to think that this version of him works for his dad landscaping, so that's what i put lmao. this is named after The Weeknd's song from the idol and I also use his song 'Try Me' in this, awe well. if i miss anything please let me know! also bad writing and grammar mistakes, not proofread.

a/n: hi my loves! i was inspired to write something based off of this blurb. again, smut is so not my strong suit so i beg that you be nice to me :) i also want to mention that when i was looking for pics for this fic, i couldn't find one picture that gave me fboy vibes bc joe keery is simply bf coded lmao. thank you all for interacting with my posts and just being so lovely to me! i appreciate you all and i hope you enjoy this <3

divider by: @saradika

You knew from the moment you met Steve Harrington it would be trouble, that he'd have you locked down for as long as he wanted. The pretty boy with the nice smile, who said all the right things and made all the right moves. You were a fool from the get go and he knew, he knew it the moment you let him hit that you were his.

Everyone knew about 'king Steve', the boy with the puppy dog eyes but a closet filled with so many skeletons that the door refused to shut. From what you heard he wasn't a relationship kind of guy, that he collected bodies like he was paid for it, and then went on his merry way no matter what carnage he left behind.

He was bad news and you swore you would stay away, not get swept up in the honey like vortex of his eyes, but when he said your name it sounded so right and who were you to refuse someone as tempting as him.

The name satan isn't far off for him, both so beautiful and angelic but rotten to the core, so evil that you often wonder if they were ever created with a soul.

As much as you wanted to let him go, block him out of your life completely, you simply couldn't. All your friends thought you were stupid for playing such a dangerous game but they didn't know him like you did. They didn't know how he actually took care of you when he was done abusing your poor hole, how he'd buy you little gifts simply because it reminded him of you, and they certainly didn't know the boy who would make you laugh so hard your ribs bruised.

At least that's what you tell yourself, how you sugar coat the simple fact that Steve Harrington treats you like trash because let's face it, he does. For every thing he does 'right' he does a million other things wrong. He goes weeks without texting you and the only time he does is when he's desperate. He only takes you to secluded spots just so he can get a nut. And most importantly, he tells you everything you want to hear so that you stay.

You were connected to Steve by a string, no matter how far you pulled away he would pull you right back in. If you were a masochist then he was a sadist and you would take whatever torture he gave you with the biggest smile on your face because at the end of the day you were his and only his.

It's a Friday night and while you'd usually be out with friends, you opted to stay in tonight, too tired from the work week to physically get out of bed.

Under the warmth of your comforter, you scroll through Instagram blindly liking different post on your timeline. The white numbers in the corner of your screen read a little bit past midnight and as badly as your eyes wanted to shut, your brain simply couldn't resist the glow of your screen.

A notification pops up at the top of your screen and your ready to fling it away to dismiss it when your heart rate picks up at the name.

IMessage:

Harrington 🙄

Your finger moves faster than the speed of lightning, hitting on the bubble to open the messaging app.

Harrington 🙄: wyd?

It's a simple enough message but you sit and ponder how to respond. You don't want to come off too desperate but you also don't want to wait too long to respond knowing he has other options lined up. Without overthinking too much more, you move your thumbs across the keyboard and sending your message.

Harrington 🙄: wyd?

You: nm, why?

Waiting with bated breath, you watch the text bubble pop up to notify he's typing.

Harrington 🙄: wya? lemme scoop you

Bingo.

You: im at home. how long do i have before you get here?

Harrington 🙄: bet. gimme 15 mins.

Your heart shouldn't be beating as fast as it is and you shouldn't be hopping around with joy like Snow White when she's singing to the birds, but like always Steve says jump and you say how high.

It should make you sick how he hasn't texted you in two weeks, only now asking to come get you so he can fuck. It should make you sick when you put on your brand new panties, that you may or may not have bought for just him. It should make you sick when you spritz yourself in his favorite perfume, growing flustered at the memory of him complimenting you for it.

All of it should make you sick to your stomach but that's not a possibility when he chose you. He chose you to keep going back to, he chose you to continue seeing and not one and done your ass. A twisted part of your brain is so convinced that he has some sort of feelings for you, the way you do for him. It's like a kaleidoscope, no matter how you twist or turn it, the colors are always so beautiful.

And if everyone wanted to tell you any different, all you had to do was show them the sparkling diamond necklace that hung from your chest. A thoughtful gift from the man they all claimed didn't have any love in his heart, even though you and everyone else knew it was a way to show his claim on you.

The familiar sound of Steve's blacked out Jeep pulling in your drive way makes your heart jump with excitement. Wasting no time, you dash down the drive, not wanting to keep him waiting any longer.

Pulling the door open you're met with the all too familiar scent of him, Ralph Lauren Ultra Blue swirling in your nose and going straight to your head.

He looks so good in his grey joggers, hugging his thick thighs that he knows drive you crazy. The white Hanes tee he wears is crisp, like he ironed it before putting it on. The sleeves wrap about his toned chest oh so perfectly causing some of his wild chest hair to poke out. To add the icing on the cake he's wearing that gold chain, that damn gold chain you loved looking at when he had you on your back.

"Hey trouble." White teeth flash in the darkness of the car, like the moon that's hung in the sky.

"Hi Stevie," You internally cringe at how needy it sounds, "how was work?" He gives you a small chortle at your question, still smiling that damn smile that could cure deceases.

"It was fine, had to cut the college's lawns. Ya know, the fun stuff." You nod your head at his answer, too nervous to even give a spoken response.

"Anyway, I thought we could take a ride down to lover's." It's said like it wasn't common knowledge already. Giving him a small okay, he leans over and places a quick peck on your lips, before putting the car into drive.

The ride to lover's lake from your house was a short seven minute drive but for some reason it felt like the roads were getting longer and longer. You want to jump out of the car, bile rising in your throat knowing how this is going to end. The heartbreak, the sadness you were gonna feel the minute he pulls out was already hitting you and it hasn't even happened yet.

His radio plays at a louder volume, The Weeknd's 'Try Me' bumping through the speakers.

You're the best I ever had

Baby girl, remind me, mind me

Let me now if it's on

And you know where to find me, find me

Havin thoughts you never had, yeah

You want to roll your eyes at the words but then again maybe he put this on because this is how he felt about you. The logical part of your brain tells you to get real but when you feel the fuzziness in your cheeks, your logic is all but ignored.

Maybe this time will be different, you think.

When he pulls onto the dirt path, he pulls the car under the big oak tree he always does. You wonder if this is where he brings all of his hookups but decide to push that though in the back of your head, not wanting to ruin the night.

"I missed you, trouble." Steve leans his back on the driver side door, watching you with those eyes you feel for all those months ago.

"And I bet you say that to all your little girlfriends." You jest back, making him roll his eyes dramatically.

"You and I both know that's not true." The low husky tone in his voice makes the fact he didn't deny the accusation of having other girls around, go down that much sweeter.

"You're all talk Harrington," You say seductively, leaning over the center console, "Why don't you show me how much you missed me?"

Steve's smile is wicked, pulling the keys out of the ignition, pointing you to get into the back. When you're settled in, he maneuvers ungracefully over the center console, making both of you laugh.

Sitting his body in the middle seat, you swing your leg over his lap, immediately locking your lips with his. Steve's not as rough as he usually is, taking his time like he's trying to memorize the way your mouth felt and tasted.

When you try to speed it up, he wraps his hand in your hair, yanking you off of him.

"Slow and steady, baby. We have all the time in the world." With your hair wrapped around his fist and his hard cock digging into your thigh, his voice is all but calm and sweet.

Moving back in to meet his lips, you match his energy. Rolling your hips slowly, you relish in the way he groans into your mouth. When you drag your hips over his again, you shudder with the way his hard on catches on your throbbing clit. Wetness starts to fill your panties, tummy tightening with want.

Steve's hands move to your hips, guiding your movement. Spit soaked lips leave yours, moving along your jaw down to your neck. Leaning your head up to the roof of the car, he takes that as invitation to massacre the tender skin.

He sucks hard, right where your vein pumps frantically with lust, leaving another mark for you to carry around. One more tattoo right on your heart that beats for him.

Pulling away, a thick finger grabs onto the chain that hides under the collar of your sweatshirt. The small diamond glittering softly in the darkness of the night.

"Look at my baby, wearing her present so proudly. Isn't that right?" It's cocky and it should make you shiver with an ick but it doesn't. It only fuels your delusions.

You hum in response, too dumb off of his kiss to even open your mouth.

"Nuh uh, I asked you a question." Moving your sight down to him, he's already looking up at you. His lips are shining, cheeks puffed from the smile that glitters up at you.

"Yes, daddy." A deep growl comes from the back of his throat, a feral look painting over him.

You pretty much get whiplash from how fast he rips off your sweatshirt, revealing the pretty lace bra in the color he adores so much on you. His lips suck harshly on the skin of your chest, leaving reminds of him for only you to see.

"Can I suck you off, daddy?" It's breathy and so desperate leaving your mouth, all that talk about not wanting to look needy right out the window.

When his head moves away from the valley of your cupped breasts, he looks like a kid on Christmas. Eyes twinkling with excitement, like he's been waiting for all year round to hear those words.

"Don't need to beg me now, trouble. It's all yours." The smirk that paints Steve's lips is devilish and if you were in the right headspace you'd scoff at his condescending tone. But right now he was giving you exactly what you wanted and you weren't about to complain.

Clambering off of his lap, you move into the seat next to him, kneeling down. You could double as a dog who waits patiently for their owner to drop their treat, tail wagging and heavily panting.

Steve lifts his hips pushing down his joggers and underwear in one go, his heavy cock jumping up in excitement, bouncing off of his stomach.

The saliva in your mouth pools, almost escaping through your slightly parted lips. Your metaphorical dog bone waiting in front of you but you can't have it until he tells you to, so you wait for him to get get comfy again.

Looking over at you, he raises an eyebrow as if to say 'well?', and that's all you need to hear to move forward, making sure to arch your back when you do.

You decide to tease him a bit, kitten licking the head before sliding your tongue up the prominent vein that sat on the underside. The feeling of him shuttering spurs you one even more, bringing a hand up to his heavy ball sack and gently running a finger over it. You can feel your panties being drenched even more with wetness, just from the thought of how he tastes.

As weird as it might sound, you loved Steve's dick. It was a good seven inches, with the slightest curve that made him hit that special spot every time. He was thick too, so thick you that he always needed to prep you with his three of his fingers before hand.

Bringing your head back to the tip, you dripple spit onto it, smearing it with the precum that's already beaded out. Ever so slowly, you take your hand and begin you jerk him at the base of it. Looking up at him, you can see him eyes closed, brows furrowed together, as his chest moves rapidly up and down.

Deciding that you can't wait any further, you put him in your mouth and start bobbing up and down. Not even halfway down his shaft and you begin to gag around him. Using your hand to take whatever your mouth can't, you move faster. The raunchy sounds of you slurping him up fill the small space of the car.

When Steve jolts his hips forward you can't help but choke, throat closing around him, making him moan deeply.

"I know but you can take it, right?" You do your best to nod your head with him in your mouth. You look up at him with glassy eyes, drool coming out both sides of your mouth, and he chuckles at you.

"So fuckin' pretty." Steve says breathlessly and you beam at the praise, going back to taking him further in your mouth.

You push through the want to gag, putting more and more of him in your mouth. You want to prove something to him, prove that no one else can make him feel like this and it seems to be working when he whines so loud it rings in your ears.

Pulling your hand off of the base, you cup his balls in your hand, messaging the sack gently in your hair. The heavy weight of his hand lands on the top of your head, once again yanking you by the hair.

You whine at the loss of his heavy cock in his mouth, pouting childishly at him when your at eye level with him again. He's panting hard, cheeks fleshed pink, and his hair messy from him running his hand through it.

"It was so good, honey," he breathes, "but I really wanna finish inside of you."

The sentence makes your belly burn even harder than before. Trying to move around in the cramped backseat is challenging, both of you pausing to laugh when your pants get caught on your foot awkwardly.

Once your leggings and panties are discarded somewhere on the floor, Steve takes his time admiring you. His gaze burns you with every movement of his eyes. Here you are, clumsily sprawled out for him in the backseat of his beloved Jeep.

Bringing a hand to your thigh, he rubs it up and down the skin, causing the skin to raise in goosebumps every time his finger would catch on the lip of your heat.

You whimper at him, raising your hips trying to meet his touch where you need him most. Tisking down at you, he shakes his head.

"What's the magic word?" He teases and you pout even harder.

"Please, Stevie? Need you." You say wetly, the burn of tears coming back in your eyes. Steve leans over you, so close that if you brought your head up just an inch, your noses would touch.

"The right answer was, 'Steve is the coolest', but I'll let it slide since you sound so cute." He whispers to you, placing a quick kiss to the tip of your nose.

The tip of his finger runs along your slit and you mewl at the feeling.

"Do you always get this wet, trouble? Or is this just for him." The smile pulled on is one like the joker. Sick and twisted and yet all you see is an angel from above.

"S'for you. S'always for you, daddy." It comes out like a slur, so drunk off of one little touch.

"That's my girl." It's more like a whisper when it comes out of his mouth.

His finger diving into the sticky mess that's been made in between your legs. Swirling his finger around your hole, spreading the wetness up to your bundle of nerves, moving in slow figure eights around it.

Steve hasn't even put a finger inside you yet and the lewd squelching of your pussy can probably be heard for miles. The feeling of him putting more pressure on your clit makes you jolt with pleasure. When the first finger breaches your hole, your eyes close in euphoria.

Even with just one of his fingers inside of you, it feels way better than anything else. The thickness of it stretching you further than two of yours could.

Still using his thumb to circle your clit, he pushes another finger in. Starting off slow, he pumps both into you, curling them up in a 'come hither' motion.

You're high off of him, off of the way his hands feel, and how good he's making you feel. All of that waiting and wondering when he'd reach out to you paying off in this very moment.

"You can take another one, right? You gonna take three of daddy's fingers like the good girl you are?" His voice is intoxicating and you drink it right up.

You nod your head, babbling 'please daddy' and 'more, more, more". He's eating it right up, the way he's got you dumb and he hasn't even fucked you yet.

Without another word, another thick finger joins the other two. This time he decides to go faster, hitting that spot you struggle to reach on your own. With his thumb still swirling around and now three fingers deep, you can feel the tightness in your stomach building.

You can feel your slick dripping down your ass onto the leather seat beneath you. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, legs pulling up from where he's sat between them, toes curling in a death grip.

"I'm gonna, fuck, I'm cumming," The sentence gets cut off with the air that's trapped in your throat.

His movements don't stop, guiding you through your orgasm. When the waves of your orgasm washes over you, your legs relax like they're filled with jelly, slobber running down the side of your face, and your chest moving unsteady as you try to catch your breath.

You hiss when he removes his hand from you, mourning the loss of feeling full. Moving his fingers to his lips, he sucks your juices off of them one at a time, releasing them with a pop when he's done.

Using his other hand, he brushes some of the hair that's sticking to your face with sweat behind your ear. Placing delicate kisses to your cheeks and forehead, he glances down at you. The harsh black that once enveloped his irises are now softened with a look that you have yet to decipher.

"You did such a good job for me, sweetheart." He coos at you, running his thumb along your jaw. "You okay? Need a break?"

"No, I'm okay Stevie." Your smile is nothing but pure happiness. Blame it on the after glow of your orgasm all you want, but the happiness is purely due to his attentiveness to you.

Placing one more kiss to your deprived lips, he moves his attention to his aching cock. Spitting into the palm of his hand, he jerks himself a few times before lining himself up to your entrance.

Pushing in gently, his tip breaches your hole and all the air is punched out of your lungs. Even with his prepping, you never seem ready for the real thing.

Going inch by inch, stopping every so often for you to catch your breath, he finally pushes all the way in. After waiting for the okay, he doesn't hesitate to pound into you.

You swear you can feel him in your stomach, reworking each and everyone of your organs, but you could careless when it feels this good. You want this feeling forever, the feeling of his weight on top of you, him spreading you out so well.

The gold chain that hangs from his freckled neck dangles in front of you, hypnotizing you with the way it moves back and forth. With all the strength you have, you watch him trying to remember how he looks when he's inside of you so when he ultimately ghosts you, you can close you eyes and imagine it.

Steve looks so beautiful like this, eyes closed tightly, browns pulling together, pink puffy lip tucked behind his straight teeth. You want to take a picture, hang it in a museum for all of the world to see, but this is for only you to see. Your own little memento for you to keep to yourself.

"Fuck you're so wet, hmph, and warm. Jesus" Steve grits out, bringing you back to reality.

Skin slapping off of skin echoes out, loud moans and groans making a lovely soundtrack just for you two.

"Shit, right there!" You cry out when his cock hits just perfectly on your cervix.

"Bullseye," He whispers to himself before ramming into you even harder than before.

Your mouth curls into an O shape, no words or sounds coming out. The feeling of your finger nails raking down his back backs him grunt loudly.

"You and this pussy are mine. Tell me you're mine." He demands but you can't do it, too overwhelmed with the way your stomach has started to tighten.

Because you don't answer right away, he snakes his hand down to your abused clit, circling it again causing you to jolt from overstimulation.

"Don't make me tell you again, trouble." He spits out.

"I'm yours Steve. S'yours." You shout, your orgasms approaching faster and faster.

"S'always gonna be mine, right? No one else?" He question and it sends your head reeling.

"Always yours, always fuck, yours." You're babbling now, tippy toeing on the brink of your release.

"Come on baby, cum for daddy. Cum on my cock." He pants, going faster and faster as he does.

Without argument, you're hurdled over the the edge, gushing and pulsing around Steve. He continues to fuck into you, chasing his own high now.

"Cum in me, daddy. Wanna feel it so bad." You coax, wanting to feel the warmth of his seed filling you up.

"I love how you feel, baby. You got, motherfuck, no idea." His strokes are starting to lose rhythm, sloppily moving as he continues.

"I love this pussy s'much. Fuckin' love yo-" Before he can finish his statement, he cums with a guttural moan.

Your mind goes blank, eyes snapping open with confusion. Was he about to say he loved you? Is that what he was going to say? Every single question runs through your mind while the boy in question is collapsed on top of you, breath choppy and erratic as he comes down.

After what feels like the world's longest minute, he removes himself off of you, pulling his dick out from your cunt. You whimper at the feeling, missing him even more than before.

Wordlessly, Steve pulls open the center consul and takes out a couple of napkins. Returning his attention to you, he wipes down the mess of you and his release off of you, causing you to shudder. He repeats 'sorry' over and over again as he does.

After that, he uses what's let to clean himself off before getting redressed. You move from your position on your back, sitting upright to ungracefully put your clothes back on. In the darkness of his car, you can't find the panties you were once wearing, deciding to forget about them and pull your leggings back on.

The blissful after glow that was once there is now demolished, a big elephant taking up most of the space now. When he moves back to the driver seat, you follow right behind him, planting yourself in the passenger.

Steve doesn't turn the car on just set, he just sits looking straight ahead through the clouded windshield to the darkness of the woods that sit in front of you. You want to say something, break up the awkwardness that sits between you two but you don't know what to even say.

It smells like sweat and sex, every window is fogged up with both of your hot breath, and the only sound that can be heard is the breaking of your heart.

You know he won't be back in two weeks, you know that his texts will stop rolling in, and that he'll eventually find someone to fill your spot. The bloodshed that's now left, of whatever this was, now fills the backseat of his car. A crime scene that will haunt him every time he looks in the rearview mirror, a murder by his own hands.

This cat and mouse game isn't fun anymore for Steve, not when he's lost at his own game. You're the cause of his demise, the girl that's broken through all his barriers.

Unbeknownst to you, you're all that Steve thinks about. Every morning, noon, and night, it's you that is on his mind. The months of seeing you, feeling you, the taste of you, were killing him softly. Steve didn't buy gifts for other girls, yeah he fucked around, but he never kept one around the way he did with you and he surely didn’t fuck them raw the way he does with you.

Steve was falling for you, opening himself up in such a vulnerable way that it scared him. He stopped the late night drive going nowhere, switching it to strictly going to lover's lake. The talks that he had with you, all the times you made each other laugh, were now replaced with short answers. Meeting up with you almost all the time now became once every couple of weeks.

You were the one thing, the one person Steve wanted and needed in his life but he couldn't give into it. He was a bad person, an asshole who turned good people into shells of themselves, and out of everyone he couldn't ruin you. He wouldn't ruin you.

Putting the keys into the ignition, he turns the car on, headlights illuminating the trees around you. Cracking the windows, he lets the cool air sweep the scent of you out of his car. Putting the car in drive, he presses down on the gas as hard as he can, taking off of in a flash.

The car ride home is silent, only the hum of his music can be heard with the whooshing of the wind. Anxiety fills your body, picking and pulling the skin around your nails with your teeth.

The loud ding of his phone rings out, a notification popping up on the Apple radio screen. Your heart cracking when you see it.

IMessage:

Jess💦: Still coming over?

Taking his phone out of the cupholder, his eyes are still trained on the road. As he pulls up to the red light, he types out something quickly and then puts it back down.

Another ding is heard and another notification pulls up on the larger screen.

IMessage:

Jess💦: See you soon daddy

Tears fall quietly from your eyes, your heart now completely shattered in the front seat of his car. You should've know, you did know and you still did it. You let your naïve heart believe that maybe you could change him, and you ended up looking like the idiot everyone said you were.

You can't even be mad because they were right, you were a goddamn idiot to think Steve Harrington loved you, let alone liked you enough to change.

More tears fall onto your cheeks, the burning feeling of a choked sob sits in the back of your throat. It feels like everything that could've went wrong, did just that.

The cold nip of the night air can't compete with the way your veins have frozen over and your heart slowly turning into a lump of coal. When he pulls in front of your house, he puts it in park and looks over at you.

“So,” he hesitates, “do you need money for a plan b?”

Your mouth hangs low in shock and he’s looking at you cluelessly. Scoffing at him you pull the handle to the door open.

“Don’t worry Harrington, I’m on birth control.” Putting a foot onto the ground, you got to get out, pausing turning your head back to him.

“Not like the world needs another you in it.”

Getting out of the car, you slam the door so hard you're surprised the glass doesn't shatter.

This was the end of whatever you and Steve were, him being the one to cut that pesky string that kept you close to him. Steve Harrington has changed you, a hateful person now replacing the sweet girl he loved so much.

The girl that Steve Harrington loves was now dead and Steve Harrington was now dead to you.

Thank you all for reading. The ending is rushed but we won't speak on that lmao. Love you all <3

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mrsjellymunson · 6 months

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Happy Halloween, Love ❤️

Pairing: Joseph Quinn x fem!reader

Summary: Joe raids the costume department at work and conspires to make this Halloween your most memorable yet.

WC: ~4.4k

CW: 🔞MDNI!🔞, NSFW, RPF, PWP, smut, porn with a little bit of plot, established relationship, role play, dressing up, slightly dom!JQ, choking (referenced), oral (everyone’s a winner), fingering, unprotected p-in-v sex (always wrap it irl), tiny bit of mutual masturbation, squirting, maybe a touch of overstimulation, Eddie and demons are referenced, pet names (numerous, including references to reader as a pet, minion and servant), no y/n or descriptions of reader’s appearance, demon fucking (sort of). Please lemme know if I’ve missed anything, and don’t read this if you’re uncomfortable with real-person fics or any of this content.

A/N: Inspired by the anonymous comment, “It’s as close as we can get to having Joseph Quinn dress up in the Eddie wig and have demon horns”, a scenario which got stuck in my head and wouldn’t leave. This might well be the only RPF I’ll write (they still weird me out a little). I hope this doesn’t put anyone off checking out my Eddie and Steddie stuff 😬 I wrote this fairly quick and it’s not beta-d. It’s also my first time sharing smut, so (constructive) feedback is most welcome!

You knock on the bedroom door gently, having slipped into your new outfit in the bathroom. Halloween season was always fun with your boyfriend Joe, both of you loving to dress up and create spooky scenarios that would inevitably lead to sexy shenanigans. You’d thought you were the only one dressing up tonight, but you were wrong.

Unbeknownst to you, Joe had raided the prop store at the studio he was currently working at, claiming he needed something for a Halloween party, and he had plans...

“Come in, darling.”

You open the bedroom door, sleeping in slowly, wanting to tease Joe with a slow reveal of the short, ivory satin robe you had on, something innocent-looking belying what was underneath.

A deep, velvet-smooth voice greets you, slowly murmuring, “Happy Halloween, my love.”

It’s Joe. Your Joe. Your kind, generous, loving and silly Joe, but there’s something else about him tonight, something you can’t quite place just yet.

He’s surprised you - the bedroom is dark, lit only by a pair of spice-scented red candles and a small, warm lamp. It’s intimate, but also somewhat lair-like, and the ambiance goes really well with the red and black skull-patterned bed linens you’d bought especially for this time of year. You love it.

Your eyes rake over your man, drinking him in. Clothes-wise he’s wearing nothing but a pair of snug black jeans and a studded belt.

Fuck, he looks so hot.

He’s looking down at the floor, hands clasped loosely behind his back, putting his delectable torso on display for you.

In addition, he’s wearing The Wig. That wig.

You’ve role played with this before; he knows how much you love Eddie’s luscious, chestnut locks, and how when he puts on the voice it all combines to rile you up. One time you even got some fake blackwork tattoos and put them on his arms and chest. That was a very fun evening.

But this time there’s more…

Amongst the curls he’s also wearing a pair of long, spiralling, ridged, red and black horns. They’re beautifully detailed. They nestle amongst the soft kinks, and the curls hide the ends of the horns and however they’re attached, making the effect all the more realistic.

God, he looks amazing.

You’re not can’t determine why he’s been looking at the floor since you came in. Is he being bashful? You’re confused, that doesn’t seem to fit the narrative…

Your question is answered when he slowly looks up at you, with a menacing, Kubrick-like stare.

He’s wearing contacts. Not just any contacts, but full-sclera, black contacts, completely obscuring his natural eyes.

You swallow, hard. Your fingers toy with the sides of the slinky robe you’re wearing, and you involuntarily squeeze your thighs together, trying to provide just a little friction to the area between them. Joe notices.

“Fuck Joe, I mean Eddie, you look-“

He cuts you off.

“There is no Joe here. No Eddie either. Only… your Master.”

You gasp at his voice, how it’s even deeper than usual and slightly menacing. You’ve always been impressed by the way he can control his voice, the timbre, volume, pitch, cadence. You’re momentarily distracted by how you’re not surprised he’s always been in acting work.

“Tell me you’re mine, my loyal minion.”

You’re broken abruptly from your reverie by Joe’s commanding tone, and you willingly play along, knees weakening and a pool of wetness forming surprisingly quickly in your underwear.

“Yes, my Master, all yours-”

You gasp as his strong hand reaches forward towards your throat, wrapping loosely around it. Not squeezing (not tonight, anyway), just demonstrating who’s in charge of this scenario.

Joe your Master smiles in that familiar way you know and love, but he keeps the sinister stare, giving everything a much darker edge.

“Well done, my precious. Now, would you like to have some fun with your Master?”

You bring one hand up from your side and gently drag the the tips of your fingernails along the inside of his forearm, a place you know is sensitive.

He breathes in quickly through his nose, trying to stifle a gasp, though you hear it. His grip on your neck tightens ever so slightly, and he tilts his chin up, narrowing his eyes and looking down his nose at you.

You surprise yourself as you reply, “Yes Master, I’m yours to command.”

Ever the consummate professional, none of Joe’s excited internal monologue shows, and he simply looks at you and murmurs, stretching out the syllables,

“Good girl...”

That’s it, you’re gone. He could do almost literally anything to you right now and you most likely wouldn’t stop him. You let out a small whimper.

Even with the dim light and the darkness of his denim, you can see the bulge in your Master’s jeans.

Releasing your throat, he moves his hand to the back of your neck, gripping firmly but not harshly, bending towards you and pulling your face to his. He crashes his lips against yours, pushing his tongue into your mouth in a passionate, messy kiss, which you eagerly return.

Breaking the kiss, he grins at you again, before removing his hand from your neck and flicking the edge of your robe near your collarbone.

“Take this off.”

You obey, slowly undoing the robe and slipping it off your shoulders. As the fabric slips to the floor you’re left in nothing but the new set that you bought especially for tonight.

Joe’s eyes caress your form, taking in the sheer, red, rose-patterned lace decorated with tiny bows.

But what’s really catching his eye is the fact that your bra is peek-a-boo style, and the ribbon ties are already undone, your nipples on display.

He hisses an inhale, and runs a thumb pad gently over one of your hardening nipples.

“This all for me?”

“Yes, Master, only for you.”

He takes a step towards you and glances to your panties.

“Are these…?”

“Crotchless? Yes, Master.”

He lets out an involuntary growl and brings his other hand to your core, pushing one finger between your thighs and swiping its tip through your already-damp folds.

Feeling your wetness he can’t help but drop his head back and moan.

It gives you a perfect view of his gorgeous neck, and you want to lick it, like you have so many times before.

Seeing Joe dressed up like this and regarding you with such obvious hunger leaves your whole body tingling, and the anticipation of him touching you more makes you feel like tinder about to combust.

You need him to have fewer clothes on too.

Biting your lip, you slowly bring a hand up between you and trace your fingertips over his solid torso, tracing shapes on his skin, touching the fine, soft hair and moving down towards his happy trail, finishing at his belt line. As your fingers reach his belt buckle, you ask,

“Please, Master, may I..?”

Your Master drops his hands to his sides and, with a lascivious grin, tongue peeping out at one corner running over his teeth, he gives you a tiny nod.

You undo his belt and jeans, running your hands inside the fabric and around his abdomen until you get to his hips. He’s not wearing anything underneath, just how he knows you like it.

You push the fabric downwards, dropping to your knees as you go, just how you know he likes it.

His cock springs free and slaps against his abdomen, fully hard already, and you drool at the sight.

Stepping out of his clothing, he positions himself in front of you, abs tensed and legs slightly apart, looking down at you with those completely black eyes, a curtain of dark curls framing his face.

“What are you gonna do for me, my servant?”

“Whatever you want me to, Master.”

You stick out your tongue as far as you can and languorously lick a broad stripe from his balls up the base and shaft of his cock, past his frenulum and all the way to the tip, where you pause at his slit, swirling your tongue and collecting a bead of precum that’s collected there.

Glancing up again, you notice he’s pursed his lips and his breathing has become uneven, all signs you’ve learnt are indicative of him enjoying what you’re doing.

Lifting both hands you gently grasp his base with one, pulling his tip slightly towards you, and caress his balls with the other, as you open your mouth and slide slowly down his length. Pausing after a couple of inches you return the other way, repeating and going further each time until your lips are touching the fingers you have wrapped around him.

He’s fully panting now, lips parted and brows gently furrowed.

“Fuck, precious, you’re gonna fucking kill me one day.”

Taking this as an indication to continue, you hollow your cheeks and suck, earning you a deep moan from his chest.

You move up and down at a slightly faster pace, sucking and licking, enjoying having your face stuffed full of him, until he’s suddenly grasping your chin and pulling you up towards him. His cock leaves your mouth with a soft pop, and you’re soon standing in front of him, eyes locked. Gruffly, he mutters,

“That’s too good, sweetheart, and I’ve got plans for you. Get on the bed.”

You obey, sitting your bottom on the edge of the bed and shuffling backwards until you’re in the centre, leaning back on your elbows.

He climbs on behind you, and using his hands and his knees he roughly pushes your knees and thighs apart, slotting himself between them.

He bends low towards your thighs, inhaling deeply and pausing for a moment, humming and enjoying the scent of your arousal.

At any other time you might be embarrassed, but his behaviour fits so well with the whole demon vibe and you find yourself heating up even more at the action.

He exhales a long, hot breath, which fans over your core, tantalising you further.

Dropping his upper body between your legs, he lets out a series of low growls as he sucks wet, biting kisses up your inner thighs, pausing occasionally to suck hard on the soft flesh. You moan at the sensation, wondering if he’ll leave bruises, excited by the idea that he might.

You use the opportunity to touch the horns for the first time, feeling the details and ridges, enjoying the contrast with the soft, flowing curls.

He eventually reaches your centre, and marvels at the lingerie framing your delicate, glistening folds.

With a gruff, animalistic hum he licks a stripe from your shining hole all the way up to your begging clit. You cry out, the most sensitive part of you finally receiving the attention it’s been craving.

Wasting no more time, he sticks his tongue out as far as it will go and pushes it inside you, moving and licking and devouring you like you’re the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted.

You watch him with hooded eyes, trying to sear the image of this demon-god between your legs into your mind, before your arms give out and you flop backwards onto the bed, just about managing to vocalise,

“More, Master, want more of you.”

He takes the hint, bringing one hand up and pushing two fingers easily inside you, and moving his mouth to lick and suckle at your clit. You moan loudly, pushing your hips down the bed and grinding into his hand and face. He moans at this, and the vibrations start to drive you towards your peak.

He chooses this moment to curl his fingers towards your front wall, hitting that spot inside you perfectly, and you begin to see stars. He keeps up his ministrations, your moans eventually turning to wails as he gradually increases the pressure on your clit, and you can hold off no longer. Your vision turns black, your limbs lock, and for a moment you stop breathing, a bubble of euphoria bursting within you as you come undone with a scream.

He reduces the pressure on your clit but doesn’t stop, forcing you to ride out aftershock after aftershock on his face. Eventually he removes his fingers from your swollen cunt, replacing them momentarily with his tongue, before pulling off entirely. Looking down at you he lets out a feral growl. Licking his lips, he wipes his chin with the back of his hand before licking it clean, before muttering,

“Fuck, so fucking beautiful…”

As soon as he thinks you can manage, he’s pulling at one hip, assisting more than forcing, as he says, “Turn over, baby, stick that beautiful ass in the air for me.”

You do your best to manoeuvre onto your front, keeping your face and chest on the mattress and putting your knees on the bed, lifting your butt. He kneels behind you, parting your knees a little further, running his hands over the globes of your ass, fully exposed and framed prettily by your red thong.

He lets out another, “SO fucking beautiful”, before slapping one palm hard cross one cheek, making you whimper, immediately moving in to kiss the stinging flesh, laving it with his lips and tongue.

He notches his tip at your hole, and, remaining in character, murmurs, “I’ve gotta fucking have you, my beautiful little -uh- pet!”

On the last word he sheathes himself fully inside you, no consideration given for the usually slow and gradual way he’d enter you, animal passion taking over and both of you more than ready.

You groan loudly as he bottoms out, adoring the feeling of him filling you up and how he rearranges your insides every time he does.

He moans as he remains seated within you for a few moments, groaning gutturally and gripping your hips harshly.

You don’t have much of a respite, as after only a moment of acclimation he’s setting a brutal pace, pumping in and out of you with feral force and abandon, wet and breathy sounds filling the room, his cock jolting your cervix with every thrust.

He starts to mutter almost unintelligible phrases in his demonic voice, but you make out,

“So fucking perfect, so fucking good for me, taking me like the cockvessel you are, my good little minion, my pet, my beautiful, beautiful pet.”

It’s all so exquisitely overwhelming, and you start wailing into your pillow.

He chooses this moment to slip one hand around to your front, immediately finding your sensitive, sopping wet bud and pressing small, form circles into it.

This brings you almost immediately to another precipice, and you cry out, “Ohgodohgodohgod!”

You can feel yourself clench down on his length, and he growls out,

“Jeezus fucking christ, squeezing me so tight, fuck!”

Euphoria washes over you again, a tingling heat beginning in your pelvis and spreading through your entire body. You go limp, but your Master holds you to him with one strong forearm, fingers continuing to circle your clit until you move and twitch, body trying to deal with the dissonance of wanting to get away from the overstimulation but enjoying the aftershocks.

As he continues to help you ride out your second orgasm he’s desperately trying to stave off his own, and eventually pulls out abruptly, your sweat mingling as he rests his forehead on your ass, breathing deeply.

You whine at the sudden emptiness and loss of contact, but are grateful for the opportunity to slump onto your side, enjoying the potential for a short rest.

He comes to lie behind you (if you’re honest, one of your favourite positions in which to get railed), but you realise something.

“No Master, not from this angle. There’s no point in you looking like that if I don’t get to enjoy it.”

Growling again (and seeing your logic) he deftly flips you over onto your back, slotting himself between your plush thighs, tip nudging your entrance as he stares into your face.

He moves both of your arms above your head, running his hands up the soft skin of the undersides and holding them there, hands clasping your wrists and pushing them into the mattress.

He seems to consider something for a moment.

“Hmm, I haven’t given these lovely tits nearly enough attention, my love. Especially considering you decorated them so prettily for me.”

That lascivious smirk is back, and with his free hand he opens the slit in the lace on one side and hums as he licks the flat of his wet tongue over one nipple. As he moves away he lets out a sigh through his nose, cooling the flesh delightfully and causing your already hard nipple to peak even more.

He massages each breast with his free hand, but decides that’s not enough, so commands you to, “Keep those there for me, my pet”, letting go of your wrists and starting to use both of his hands on your soft mounds. He’s enjoying pushing his fingers under the holes in the lace, pushing it to the side to expose your soft flesh, squeezing and squashing, pinching your nipples and licking and sucking on your sensitive nubs. You arch your back and moan with delight at the sensations.

Eventually satisfied that he’s given your tits enough attention, he licks a wet stripe all the way from your sternum, up the side of your neck all the way to your jaw, making you shiver in delight and anticipation.

He hovers over you, tips of his curls tickling your forehead. He plunges his tongue inside your mouth again in another passionate kiss, and you can taste the musk and salt from your own skin combined with the unique taste of him.

He returns his focus to getting himself seated inside of you again. He leans forward, holding your wrists with one hand, with the other lining his member up with your hole as he moves his hips forwards.

He slowly slides into you, filling you up yet again. He fucks you slow but ever so deep, the languid pace a welcome change that allows you to feel every vein and ridge of him against your sensitive walls. You’re both trembling, all of your nerves alive with sensitivity.

“Like me fucking you like this, my pet? Want your Master to -mmm- make you cum again?”

Though you know without doubt that would be an absolutely delectable option, you decide you want to do something for him now.

“I want to be good for you, Master. I want to sit on you, wanna ride you so bad.”

His eyes widen and that signature grin spreads across his face.

“Well, what my pet wants, my pet gets, doesn’t she?”

He slowly pulls out of you and releases your wrists, and in an attempt to conceal his excitement, languidly moves up the bed to lounge on a pile of collected red and black, silk and fur pillows. Abs tensed, knees spread wide and slightly bent, cock in hand and giving every appearance of being cocky and arrogant, he’s the perfect vision of a commanding demon. He’s sitting like he’s on a throne, like he deserves this. It drives you wild.

He lazily tugs at himself as he watches you crawl up the bed towards him, though he furrows his brow slightly as you pause halfway to sit on your heels, knees wide apart, displaying yourself for him.

“What’re you doing, my pet?”

You start touching yourself, parting your folds and sinking a finger easily into your dripping cunt, your free hand coming to massage one nipple.

His eyes widen and his mouth opens slightly, and you see his grip on his dick get tighter. You know he loves to watch.

You mumble, as innocently as you can,

“I couldn’t wait, Master.”

He watches for a few moments, entranced, but then remembers what’s on offer and points to his lap, raising his voice a little, aggressively muttering,

“Get up here, minion. Obey your Master!”

His domineering tone sends tingles up your spine and to your core, and you instantly comply, clambering the rest of the way up the bed and straddling his hips.

He holds his cock steady underneath you, running it over your slit, the wet noises exciting you even more.

You place your hands onto his shoulders, stabilising yourself. You take another moment to admire his outfit and presence, holding his gaze before starting to sink down onto him.

As you seat yourself into him fully, that delicious stretch and feeling of fullness returns. You take a moment to enjoy it, before starting to move, lifting up, slowly at first and not too far, before lowering yourself back down. He’s at a fantastic angle, and feeling him so far inside you is intense. You whine out,

“Fuck, Master, you’re so deep…”

He bends his legs behind you and plants both feet on the bed, encouraging you to prop yourself against them. He knows you love to lean back, giving him not only a delicious new angle but also an exquisite view of your tits jiggling as you move, and it also gives him purchase to occasionally buck his hips and slam into you from below.

He’s full-on panting again, and, huffing, he breathes out,

“That’s my good little pet, fucking me so well. You gonna make us both cum, my sweet little thing?”

Wanting to do a good job, you use your thighs to bounce up and down on him, his cock hitting that spot inside you and rocketing you towards yet another high. He’s grabbing at your tits, your ass, your hips, anywhere he can reach, grumbling and growling and clearly desperate to feel every inch of you.

His pelvis is hitting your clit in just the right way, but you need more, and you grab one of his hands and bring it to your front. He immediately begins rubbing his thumb against your clit, and you start to whimper, already close. Before you lose the power of speech he asks,

“Do you trust your Master, baby? Gonna let me try something?”

You trust him implicitly and, although you have no idea what he has in mind, you nod. He moves one hand to your sacrum, stabilising you. The other thumb continues circling your clit, but he pushes the flat of that hand against your belly, like he sometimes does when he wants to feel himself inside of you, except this time there’s more pressure.

You’re rolling your hips against him now, all the different sensations combining to bring you closer to your release. You can hear him panting too, feel him tensing, and you know he’s not far off either. But there seems to be a different kind of pressure building in your abdomen.

You try to say something, but full sentences won’t come out. All you can manage is parts of words, like, “Wait-, no-, someth-, it’s diff-, oh fu-“

Unable to control anything anymore, your release washes over you in a searing wave, but there’s something else too - you feel a hot, wet gush coming from you and soaking his hand, wrist and abdomen.

Unable to process what’s just happened, you simply look at him, open-mouthed but still euphoric.

That’s it for him, he can’t hold off anymore and his release hits him, hard. He pulls your hips down onto him at the same time he slams up into you, face slack and breathing ragged, and you feel his hot, sweet release paint your insides, simultaneously letting out a long, low, broken groan.

Unable to process anything else, his eyes close and his head drops back against the headboard. You get another glimpse of that delicious neck, and run your hands over it and his collarbones as he comes down. He always looks so beautiful like this.

You both need a moment to let your heart rate and breathing come back to some semblance of normal. Evaporating sweat leaves you both with delicate goosebumps on some of your exposed skin, but the change in temperature is welcome.

You’re the first to speak as you look down at his wet belly and ask,

“Uh, Joe. What the fuck was that?”

His face turns slightly pink as, voice back to normal, he bashfully admits,

“I, um, just wanted to see if I could make you squirt, that’s all.”

He looks a little sheepish as he continues, slightly concerned,

“Was it ok? I mean, did you hate it?”

“God no, it felt… amazing! Just, y’know, maybe warn me next time?”

“Of course my sweet. Anything for my baby.”

He plants some wet kisses across your cheeks.

As if wanting to illustrate how much he enjoyed it, he brings his wet hand up to his mouth, sucks his fingers, and slowly shakes his head in delight as he adds,

“Mmm-mm, it was really fucking hot though!”

You slap his chest playfully, rolling off him to settle in the crook of his arm, your head against his chest, running a hand up and down it.

Ever the considerate lover, after a few moments he inquires,

“How was it overall, baby? Did you enjoy it?”

Full of endorphins and the love of your man, you gush,

“Fuck yes, Joe, it was incredible.” As you toy with some of the ends of the wig, you add, “Thank you so much for doing this for me. For us.”

He replies, “Oh love, it was, and I mean this quite literally, my absolute pleasure. I’m such a fucking lucky bastard.”

You both giggle a little at this. Joe delicately removes the horns and wig, laying them reverently on your bedside table so as not to tangle or damage them, another testament to his devotion to his craft, and you snuggle into each other, continuing to murmur sweet nothings and enjoying the afterglow.

After a few minutes Joe admits, “Sorry, I’ve got to take these bloody things out babe, they’re really sodding uncomfortable.”

You both laugh again, as he rises from your shared bed and makes his way to the bathroom to remove the contacts, returning with a warm washcloth, which you take gratefully. As you clean up he picks up the horns, examining them and twisting his fingers around what you now see is a sturdy headband.

He takes the washcloth from you, returning it to the bathroom. As he comes to sit by you on the bed once more, you spy a small smirk on his lips. You know that look, devious yet playful. He’s got some kind of plan.

“What is it, my treasure?”, you goad, using your fingertips to gently tickle his happy trail and tease at his exposed belly.

He replies,

“I was just thinking, maybe next time, you could wear the horns…?”

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joesanrio · 6 months

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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

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kissesfrombangtanatnight · 4 months

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Roman Reigns: Don't Forget the Strawberries and Whipped Cream.🍓

Warnings: vulgar language

"So when are you gonna tell your wife about us? I’m sick of playing the waiting game Joe. I wanna be with you." She says watching as Joe slowly puts his boxers back on.

He inwardly rolled his eyes. This bitch didn’t get the memo, did she? A part of him always felt like she wouldn’t hold her part of the deal but another thought the 10K he’d so generously deposit into her bank account every month was kindhearted enough for her to know her responsibilities and duties as a side piece. But apparently not. It seems that over the course of a couple of months into their little affair, if you want to be judgmental and call it that, she’s grown feelings for him, something he so diligently instructed her not to do. She was nothing more than a fuck and duck to him. Something to do when there was nothing to do. Free p*ssy for whenever his wife pissed him off. And yet, here it is, she’s requiring more than just his dick. She wanted his heart. Something he locked up in his body's own jail cell with other women that wasn't the one that was currently at home, carrying his last name and his child. What a fool.

“Raven…..you know your place…..stay in it,” Joe says with bitterness in his voice.

“You know what? Fuck you, Joseph! I don’t even know why I thought you’d ever love me! What’s so special about that bitch you got at home, huh? If you really loved her, you wouldn’t be fucking around with me for damn near a year!” Raven retorts, feeling tears daring to pour from her hazel eyes.

Joe sighs deeply as he pulls up his Nike sweatpants, the ones that you brought him one day for his birthday. He turns to look at the distraught woman, lying naked on his California king.

“We’ve discussed this numerous times. It’s even written perfectly in your NDA. You mean nothing to me. Understand that? Now you’re either going to hold your end of the deal or I-" Raven stands to her feet, angrily grabbing her robe and wrapping it securely around her body. She's had enough of this.

“I love you, Joseph! I’m in love with you! How can you do this to me? To us?! Fine! You know what! How 'bout I just grab your phone and call that little wife of yours huh? Tell her that her man’s been fucking a streetwalker.” Raven threatens as she quickly snatches up Joe's cell phone to dial your number.

It only takes her seconds to find you as your number is on the recent calls list, being that Joe spoke with you two hours ago. He rolls his eyes, somewhat annoyed and intrigued by this situation.

He calmly and patiently puts on his shirt, hoodie, and Jordan 1's, whistling to himself. He then walks to the dresser to put on his Rolex, also a previous birthday gift from you.

Raven touches your name on Joe's phone, and it begins to dial you. Joe grins to himself as he knows you take time before you answer the phone. Plus, it's 9 p.m., and he knows by now you're doing your nightly cleaning routine and won't pick up the phone as quickly.

"She answer yet?" Joe chuckles, leaning against the wooden dresser that was placed near the bedroom door. For Raven's sake, she better hope you don't answer the phone.

She was now on the third ring but your husband knew you like the back of your hand, you weren't gonna pick up until the fifth ring. Hell, you were probably staring at your phone right now, annoyed that he'd interrupted one of your sacred cleaning sessions.

The phone is now on the fifth ring before you finally answer the phone to which Joseph is already on his feet, having made strides over to his accuser. He immediately grabs her by the throat. Just who the hell did she think she was to threaten him? Threaten his marriage. His reputation. His authority. Surely, he didn't want his business out in the streets. He was a very private man. Many didn't know much about his personal life and his escapades, and he'd love to keep it that way.

His grip around her neck is firm as she tries to fight him off, his phone dropping to the bed as you pick up.

“Hello? Babe?” You greet as you can barely hear on the other side of the phone.

“Y/n? Ah yes….sorry. I didn’t mean to call you….I’m at the gym….working on some reps.” Joe huffs as he takes both his hands and wraps them firmly around Raven’s neck. She can barely breathe and the shakiness of her hands trying to pry his away was telling him that she was going into panic mode.

“You sound out of breath.” You giggle on the phone as you pick up the freshly cleaned laundry, wobbling out of the kitchen and upstairs to fold the clothes.

“Hahaha you know working out gets……hard.” He says as he applies more pressure to Raven's neck, feeling her strength begin to deplete as she slowly stops fighting.

“Careful now, Joe. I don’t want you breaking your foot like you did last time when you dropped a weight on it. Whew….that took too much energy.” You say as you toss the clothes onto your bed, placing a hand on your back to rub it.

“Talking about me….you better be careful. I don’t want you stressing out my little hump dumpling.” He jokes as finally, Raven takes her last breath before her hands drop next to her and her body goes limp.

He inwardly sighs in relief before he carefully takes her body and tosses her on the bed. He picks up his phone and puts it to his ear.

“First off, don't call our unborn child a hump dumpling. Second, if anything she’s stressing me out. This girl is having a pillow fight with my damn bladder. I had to race to the bathroom two times already. I wish she would realize my bladder is not her personal pillow and is a very vital organ.” You giggle as you rub your belly, feeling your little girl kick.

“Hahaha Well I’m sorry you have to go through that honey but you’re gonna have to deal with it for at least another two months.” Joe grins as he stands over Raven’s body wondering what in the hell he was gonna do now.

Of course, he’s done this before, but this is the part that he tries to avoid for the most part; getting rid of the body. His mind begins to wonder as he hears you rambling about something in his ear, but his thoughts are on where he could possibly discard this mess he just made.

A dumpster? No, she’d be found pretty easily, especially on a Friday in which the local garbage men make their rounds. Maybe burn her in a metal bin? Naaaaah that was too dramatic. Possibly toss her in the depths of the ocean. Hmm maybe but then she could wash up on shore and he could only imagine the headlines in the news.

“Joe?….did you hear me?” You say as he quickly snaps out of his intrusive thoughts.

“What was that, dear?” he asks as he paces slowly.

“I said on your way home could you stop by the store and grab a box of trash bags, we’re out.” You say folding one of his favorite shirts you loved to sleep in.

“Of course. But baby, don’t exhaust yourself. Don’t worry about the trash………..I’ll take it out when I get home, okay.”

"Oooh oooh and don't forget the strawberries and whipped cream. I'm craving that again," you say, your mouth watering at the thought of your favorite dessert you've craved since the beginning of your pregnancy.

"Oh trust, I won't forget that. But I think I'd put it to a different use than what you're thinking." Your husband smirks, feeling himself stiffen at the thought of having you lying on your back, using those strawberries and whipped cream in the most sinful ways possible.

"Boy....get your mind out the gutter and hurry home. I'm ready to see you," you whine as he chuckles lowly.

"Alright babe...I'll be home soon."

#roman reigns #roman reigns fanfiction #roman reigns one shot #roman reigns smut #roman reigns x reader #wwe smut #roman reigns imagines #roman reigns x black reader

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sadhours · 3 months

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Hii!!! Can i uhh be really weird and request a joe/baron smut of getting freaky with him while he is dressed in drag? Im salivating after seeing him in drag, my brain malfunctioned 🫠

absolutely… I’ve been having thoughts too

baron x f!reader

cw: 18+ minors dni, marmalade spoilers, smut, cross dressing, oral (m receiving), p in v, unprotected sex

he’s still the pink babydoll dress when he walks through the door, hot pink balaclava in his fingers. wig still on and you gaze up at him from the floor, where you were waiting very impatiently. flicking through magazine after magazine as a distraction, mind worried and racing. panicked that this time would be the one where baron gets caught. but there he is, fishnets and boots on. he drops the balaclava and unzips the duffel bag, dumping out the stacks and stacks of cash on the floor.

“baby!” you squeal, the crisp bills completely camouflaging the area rug you’d been lounged on.

baron smiles, all innocent but you know better, before he dives down into the money. back flat on the floor, waving his arms and legs in the loot. scoops some of it up with his hands and tosses it up, making it rain down on the pair of ya.

it’s strange, the way he looks when he’s dressed as her. the way it makes you feel. how pretty he looks. heavy makeup clouding his sharp and wide features. you crawl over and hook a leg over his waist, grinning down at him as you straddle his hips. baron giggles, all sweet and full of adrenaline. still has the rush. you smooth your hands up his chest, over the bra under the dress and mesh long sleeve. you lean down and smush your lips against his, spreading and sharing lipstick. getting it all over with the feverish way you make out with your boyfriend.

you don’t ask him how much is here, it’s not your concern really. not your money, could be shared but you’re too scared to join him and really, you think baron doesn’t want you to. he’s protecting you this way. and maybe you don’t share the loot but baron takes care of you, keeps you comfortable and fed. and honestly, you don’t care about the money. just as long as you get to have him.

pulling back from the kiss and peering down at a dreamy baron in drag is the best sight in the world. he’s a boyishly handsome man but with the make up and hair, he makes the prettiest woman you ever seen.

there’s not much to say, baron’s usually riled up after a job and you get just as excited seeing him in the get up. you kiss him some more, tasting his waxy lipstick as you knit your hands into the fried, pink ends of his wig. you grind down against him, feeling his cock hardening in the fishnets which the thought of seeing has your head spinning. his hands find your hips and he grips them tightly, spewing whiny little moans into your mouth as your kiss gets sloppier. hard to keep everything contained when he looks like this, you act a little feral. rubbing your aching core down on his barely constrained erection. you break the kiss, giggling excitedly as he blinks up at you, red smeared all over his chin and nose from the kiss. he looks perfect, moves his hand up and pulls the wig from his head, tossing it aside and runs his fingers through his shoulder length brown locks, same color as his eyes. looks even prettier.

you inch down his body, pushing the ruffles of his dress up just enough to hook your fingers in his fishnets and tug them down his thighs. his cocks strained behind a pair of your panties, lacy pink ones and your breath catches in your throat. never used to how aroused it makes you. the fact that he wears your underwear when he’s fucking robbing banks. leaning down, you mouth at his shaft, wetting the lace. a moan heaves from your chest as his length twitches beneath the fabric and the hem of his dress falls over your head. baron makes a frustrated sound, hands grabbing the pink ruffles and pulling the dress up above his hips. he props himself up on his elbows so he can watch you, hands holding the dress up.

dragging your tongue up the curve of his cock under the panties, you hold your eyes on his. baron’s eyebrows furrow, teeth digging into his red stained lips as he watches you. god, he’s so pretty. you can’t help yourself as you tell him so, babbling out your thoughts as they come to you.

“god, baron, look so pretty right now,” you scratch at his thighs watching the way his eyes roll back.

“you look pretty, doll,” he mumbles out in return, voice already wrecked and you haven’t even done anything, not really.

you pull off the lace panties he stole from you, his cock springing free and bouncing before you wrap your fingers around the base of him. the tip is just as pink as the rest of his clothes, leaking steadily and making the flushed skin shiny. you lick up the side of his shaft, following the pulsing vein and he moans out pathetically. he’s always pretty vocal but his voice is higher when he’s wearing this, like he’s still in character or something. you and baron haven’t ever talked about why he cross dresses to rob banks. or why he even does it really, you know he supplies an old folks home with pills but you didn’t go into the details ever. you think baron likes it better that you don’t ask questions. likes that you blindly follow him, helping in the small ways you can.

swallowing his tip, you can’t help but hum around him. hot and heavy on your tongue and his face gets contorted all pretty, but you take your time with him. because baron’s gorgeous with his makeup but he’s even prettier when it gets ruined and smeared all over his face. so you tease, suckle on his tip and squeeze the base and drag your tongue against the shaft. do it like until tears make his mascara run and he begs for more.

“p-please, doll—“ he gasps, “can’t take it no more…”

“had enough?” you pout, lips pressed to his swollen head as you slowly stroke his length.

“need more— needa cum,” he pleads, looking so desperate and sweet.

“you want my pussy, baby?”

baron’s pupils widen, nodding at you enthusiastically with his gorgeous puppy dog eyes. you can’t deny him. so you get your underwear down your legs and hold your skirt up as you hover over his thighs. inching closer, line his eager cock with your drenched hole and sink down in one quick motion. the pair of you gasp in unison, eyes fluttering shut as you get used to the stretch. it’s a beautiful stretch but it always takes a second to adjust. then, as your eyes open, your arousal takes over. bouncing on him like a mad woman, hands grabbing his face as you connect your lips in yet another messy, heated kiss. all tongue and teeth, animalistic to match the way you ride him. baron’s hands find your asscheeks, squeezing and kneading as he aides in your thrusts. his hips jerking up to meet yours. the room stinks, like sex and money, a heady scent that fills your senses.

baron’s moans get louder, his body tensing all over, his tell. he’s close, so you egg him on, mumbling encouragements into his mouth, “cum for me, baby, wan’ you to fill me up.”

he whimpers, grips your hips and holds them still as he thrusts up into you roughly. it’s sudden and overwhelming but it makes you cum, hard. shocked, you wail, eyes clenching shut as you grab into his hair and pull, writhing against him.

“uh-uh-uh, fuckfuckfuck— I..” Baron babbles out, then his hips still and he wraps his arms around your waist, holding you flush against him as he empties inside you, coating your walls. you hum happily, pushing his hair off his sweaty forehead. give him a second to come down before kissing him softly.

“love ya,” you whisper, feeling as baron squeezes you tighter.

“love ya more,” he whispers back, smiling softly as he gazes up at you.

#baron smut #marmalade spoilers #marmalade #baron x reader #baron x you #baron x fem!reader #baron x y/n

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silversainz · 10 months

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Hiii 24 with Joe burrow pls

# warnings — hard dom!joe, bratty!reader, public sex, dirty talk, choking, spanking, p n v.

Joe was furious.

All night you’d been acting like a brat. From disobeying orders to getting all pissy with him and to now, he was swimming through the crowds of people trying to find you, you having had enough of him not paying you enough attention decided to wonder off into the crowd leaving him alone by the bar. But just his luck, he had no sight of you.

“This fucking girl” he’d mumbled underneath his breath. Fist clenching up and chest heaving with pure anger. He pushed people out the way, not caring if they give him looks or shouted swear words at him. He only cared about finding you, and when he finally locked his eyes on you he could practically feel steam coming out his ears.

You were sat with some man in the vip room to the club. Giggling and chattering away like you hadn’t done nothing to rile him up or disappear from his eye sight.

“Of fucking course” he walked into the vip room, storming over to where you were sat at.

“Y/N” you looked up, a smirk forming on your lips as you saw joe standing there jaw clenched tightly and fist balled up as he eyed the man right beside you, who had his hand so casually on your thigh. “Let’s go, now” he sternly said, hand already grabbing your forearm to stand you up.

“Aw, come on, i was having fun” you said, letting out another giggle as you saw him inhale deeply. You yanked your arm back, deciding to cross them instead. Joe closed his eyes a bomb of anger ticking off inside his head, he saw red.

The man still sat, awkwardly coughed before leaving the scene. Joe chuckled closing the curtain to the room once the man left and turned back to you, hand’s already undoing the belt to his pants.

“You never fucking listen, huh” he walked up to you, hand squeezing your cheeks together as he pushed you to fall back against the couch. “Always acting like a pathetic fucking brat” he roughly grabbed at your hands tiring them together, before turning you around pushing your head into the couch while your ass hung in the air.

“I’ll fuck you here in front of everybody if you don’t stop”

you lifted your head from the pillows to look back at him. “Well then fuck me, sir”

In a halt, he had ripped your panties off while tugging down his pants down enough for his cock to spring free. He ran his hands over your ass before landing loud and harsh slaps to the skin. You jumped feeling the weight of his hand and rings come in contact with your ass.

Not giving you any time to adjust or a warning, he pushed himself into your cunt hips setting a brutal pace as he thrusted in and out of your wet cunt. “Fuck, so fucking wet, huh” he wrapped his hand around your neck from behind tugging your head backwards. “Just like an needy slut”

#joe burrow #joe burrow x you #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow smut #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow Drabble

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lauradonnelly · 2 years

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KIT CONNOR and JOE LOCKE 📍 Dream It Fest | 17 September 2022

#heartstopper #heartstopperedit #heartstoppercentral #heartstopperdaily #kit connor #joe locke #heartstopper cast #heartstoppercastedit #we as a fandom simply keep winning 🏆#tas makes things #p: kit connor #p: joe locke #joekit #dif 2022

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withwritersblock · 2 months

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Shadow in the Sun

~Shadow in the Sun by Joe P~

Author's Note: this song is such a BANGER. also, it's always the girl who gets feelings in a friends with benefits situation. Not this time *wink* As always italics are flashbacks Summary: Cole gets feelings in a fwb situation Warnings: Implied smut, cursing, toxic reader Word Count: 2,200 Cole Caufield x fm!reader

It was a bad idea. It’s always the one who offers the idea of friends with benefits who gets hurt. He never realized that maybe the reason he wanted this arrangement with her was more than mere attraction. Mere sexual tension.

The arrangement had the same stereotypical rules. Dont catch feelings. End it if feelings get involved. Well, months ago Cole caught feelings. Did he stop it? Of course not. He always knew that maybe he’s always had feelings for her but he convinced himself he didn’t.

He stared towards her as he slowly brought his cocktail to his lips.

He was sweating as he panted hard as he rolled onto his back opening his arms allowing her to rest her head onto his chest. She brushed her hair away from her face as she took a deep breath. Instead of taking his invitation she laid on her own pillow staring towards the ceiling fan spinning fast. Praying it would help cool her off.

He shut his eyes hard as he squinted the sweat away from his eyes. It was fun; the whole no strings attached laws. It was fun to see each other in the bar with each other's friends knowing that they’d leave together and have one hell of a night together. They were drunk and already two rounds deep.

She rolled her body onto her side to stare at his side profile. He turned his head to meet her gaze as he took another deep breath. “You just keep getting better and better,” she mumbled as she pressed her lips to his cheek as she began climbing off of the bed. In search of her clothes, he furrowed his eyebrows as he trailed her movements.

“Thank you?” he let out in a questioning tone. His voice was rasped from the night's activity. He leaned back on his elbows as the blanket fell from the center of his chest to only cover below his v-line. “It’s late, you don’t have to go back to your apartment,” he expressed.

She smiled widely as she squeezed the tight top over her body, “No sleepovers, Caufield, you know that,” she said as she pulled her jeans up onto her body. She let out a huff of air, “Good luck tomorrow,” she said before she walked out of his bedroom.

His lips pulled between his teeth as he shook his head as he collapsed on his back staring towards the ceiling fan. “Fucking hell,” he let out.

It was the off season, just a few weeks shy of the pre-season activities starting. The new members of the team were in town and it was time to start integrating them into their team. They were all in the bar with their friends, partners, and even families.

She was the sister of one of the players on the team. Since Cole was close with everyone it was easier for the pair to get along.

She was fiery and confident. She was the sun and everyone around her glowed. He’s never been attracted to someone who was so confident and willing to speak her mind. But something about her and the way she looked towards him had him locked in from day one. It was difficult to not be attracted to her. She was everything. There was always this look in her eye that would have him on his knees.

Every time they were in public together, their tension would fill the room as they both would yearn for each other’s touch. It was as if she would give him one look and was ready to call an Uber to take them both back to his apartment. Except tonight was different.

She stood at the edge of the bed as he was kissing her urgently. Her hands traced the curve of his muscles, the feeling of his biceps under hands sent electricity through her veins. His lips moved to her jaw as he trailed wet kisses from her jawline, down the skin of her neck.

He slowly kissed her collar bones as he lowered his lips passed her chest to the center of her stomach, his hands holding her in place as her fingers ran throug his hair, tugging at the reddish strands. His tongue circled as his fingers began tugging at the lacey mesh of her underwear. “Sit,” he demanded.

He cleared his throat as he finished the glass as he placed it onto the bar top. He dropped his gaze towards the bartender who was already handing him another drink. He smiled towards the bartender, sliding a twenty from his pocket towards him. He took a long sip as his eyes searched for hers instead she was met with Nick and Caitlin walked towards him.

“Cole Caufield not being the center of attention? I’m shocked,” Nick teased as the bartender handed the pair new drinks. Nick handed him a twenty as well. Cole rolled his eyes as his cheeks flushed pink.

“Shut up Nicholas,” Cole let out as he dragged his tongue over his bottom lip to see Y/N smiling as she was walking towards the three of them. There was like a yellow hue over her as she was walking in slow motion. She was the sun.

“I’m liking Alex, he’s gonna fit great,” Nick muttered as he leaned his body against the bar top. Cole simply nodded as he met her gaze. She smiled a cocky smile as she met his eyes.

“Yeah,” Cole let out as he cleared his throat, “He’s funny,” he continued as he forced his gaze towards Nick.

She stopped short, greeting the other bartender. It was another part of their rules, ever since their arrangement started five months ago, they were not allowed to be near each other in group hang outs. They didn’t want to reveal anything to any of their mutual friends. He needed it to be kept a secret, he couldn’t have anyone in his ear telling him it was a bad idea.

“Did something happen with you and Y/N?” Caitlin asked. Cole’s eyes widened as he shook his head. He brought the glass to his lips. “I thought you guys used to be friends,” she questioned. He nodded.

“We are,” was all he could spit out. Nick stared towards him suspiciously as he shifted his gaze towards Caitlin. She raised her eyebrows as she fought off a smirk toying to her lips.

“Just sex, right?” she asked as he pulled away from her lips and began kissing her neck, sucking on the skin. He hummed, her breath caught in her throat at the sensation. “No strings,” she let out breathily. He lifted his gaze to meet her eye.

“If you don’t want to do this-”

She took a hold of his neck and pulled her towards him, devouring his lips.

“I need this,” she muttered as she pulled away. He smirked as he began trailing kisses against her skin.

The conversation rang through his mind as Nick and Caitlin were staring back towards him. Nick could easily tell that Cole was hiding something, so could Caitlin because Cole was horrible at hiding his face. His face wore every emotion he was feeling.

Nick’s eyes widened as he took a small step towards him, “Oh my god, did you..?” he trailed off as Cole’s eyes widened as he dramatically shook his head. “You’re a horrible liar,”

~~~

It had been a few days since Nick found out about Cole and Y/N. Cole was still quiet on the details but Nick begged him to shut it down. It was hard to want to stop the arrangement because he wanted to make the arrangement into something more. But the way she was flirting with some of the random locals in the bar last night added to his suspicions that she doesn’t feel the same way.

Apparently, she was very good at keeping emotions out of sex. Cole on the other hand wanted a life with her and not one that was behind locked doors.

She was on her way over and Cole wanted to tell her how he was feeling. It could go in two ways. She feels the same way and they start an amazing romantic relationship or she doesn’t feel the same way and they end their arrangement to spare anymore of Cole’s feelings.

He lifted his gaze as there was a sound of four knocks on his door. “Come in!” he shouted as he licked his lips nervously. She excitedly entered the apartment with two bags from an online lingerie store. Cole blinked rapidly as she bit her lowerlip excitedly as she walked towards him.

“I’ve got some new lingerie, dark green and the other one is dark blue. Which one do you want to see first?” she asked as she held up the bags. His lips parted slightly as he pushed his tongue against the inside of his mouth as he scanned her perfected features. He pointed to the bag with the dark green one as he wandered back towards his bedroom.

Maybe next time, he’ll say something because right now he needs to see her in her new lingerie. He slowly sat down on his bed, leaning back against his hands as he patiently waited for her to walk into his bedroom.

After a few more minutes, she knocked on the bedroom door before she pushed it open and confidently strutted into the bedroom. She spun in a slow circle showing off every revealing part of her body in the dark color.

“Fuck,” is all he could let out as she slowly walked towards him, smirking.

“Do you like it?” she let out, shyly. The first time in their whole arrangement she felt or even looked shy. He nodded as his gaze scanned her body again. His hand rested on the lace underwear that revealed more than it covered. His hands slowly ran from her lower back to the curve of her ass.

She leaned towards him and kissed him slowly as her hands ran into his hair. Tugging the ends of it slightly as he continued to run his hands along her frame.

He pulled away from her as he shook his head, “I can’t do this, Y/N,” he let out as he slowly pulled his hands away from her body. She remained on his lap as she stared towards him, confusion written all over her features.

“What?” she asked, her heart beating out of her chest.

“I can’t do this anymore,” he let out as she finally stood up from his lap. He stood up from the bed, walking over to the robe hanging on the hook outside of his bathroom door. He handed it towards her, letting her cover her frame. She reluctantly took a hold of it and covered her body with it.

“Since when?” she asked as she crossed her arms over her chest.

“We said no strings, Y/N,”

“That’s what we’re doing? I don’t understand,” she said as she shook her head, she met his gaze and saw the sad smile on his lips as he tilted his head to the side.

“Oh,” she mumbled. She stood awkwardly, unsure of how to reply because she was still with the whole no strings side of things.

He clenched his jaw as he dropped his head. She didn’t feel the same way. He should’ve known. Taking a deep breath, “I think you should go,” he muttered before he went towards his bed, alone.

“Cole,” she pleaded.

“No it’s okay. Don’t feel bad,” he met her gaze briefly before he looked back down towards his lap as he began fiddling with the end of his blanket. “I’ll get over it,” he muttered, his voice cracked as he spoke.

She took a deep breath before she began walking out of the bedroom. She dropped the robe off of her body before she walked out of the room. He bit his bottom lip as he nodded his head a few times. He pulled his phone from the side table to distract his mind.

After a few more minutes his bedroom door had been pushed open and Y/N was standing in the doorway. Her former clothes covered her frame. “How long?” she asked, her eyes teary.

“What?” he asked, his breath caught in his throat.

“How long have you had feelings, Cole?” she asked again, frustratingly. He stayed quiet, avoiding her gaze. “Because I feel like it’s been a while and I was trying not to see it because you would’ve told me. You should’ve told me,” she said as she stepped back into the bedroom.

“Why does it matter? You know now,” he replied, his voice breaking again.

“I don’t like hurting people, Cole. We said we would tell each other when feelings got involved. I didn’t want to hurt you,” she let out as a tear fell on her cheek.

“Seriously, Y/N. I’m a big boy, I’ll get over it,” he let out as he stood up from the bed. She clenched her jaw as she licked her lips before she walked out of his bedroom for the last time that night.

#cole caufield #cole caufield x reader #cole caufield imagine #cole caufield imagines #montreal canadiens #montreal canadiens x reader #juraj slafkovsky #nick suzuki #Kirby dach #nhl imagines #nhl #nhl x reader #nhl fic #hockey #arber xhekaj

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joequinnisgod · 1 year

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When craving warmth

Pairing: Joseph Quinn x f!reader

Warnings: rpf, smut (protected p in v), teasing, i dunno what else..

Word count: 1.5k

A/N: Hiii, it’s been a while………sorry about that :( But here’s a soft!dom!Joe story! I’m also working on other stories, hopefully I’ll be able to finish them soon..

It was late at night when you finally got into bed next to Joseph. Even though you told him not to wait for you, he insisted and tried his best to stay awake, but eventually tiredness got the best of him. He was half asleep when he felt the mattress dip next to him and felt you snuggling up next to him.

He hissed when you rested your cold fingers on his arm, trying to get warmed up as soon as possible.

"Your hands are freezing, love." He murmured as the took your hand in his and intertwined your fingers.

"M'sorry." You whispered and pressed your lips on the warm skin of his back. "Did I wake you?"

"No, I wasn't fully asleep yet."

Still craving warmth, you pressed your feet against his legs, causing him to jump a little.

"Jesus, what the fuck? You just took a shower, how are you so cold?"

"I don't know, I just am."

"...Want me to warm you up?" His voice instantly got deeper and you could sense he was smiling as he took your hand in his and kissed the back of it. You murmured against his back, too tired to even speak. "Hm?"

"I won't move a muscle, though." You repeated.

"So just the usual, eh?" He teased. You slapped his back lightly at his comment, making him giggle.

"Shut up." You smiled.

"C'mon baby, let's get you warm." He turned around to face you. "Hi." He lowered his head with a smile to kiss you. You felt his warm lips softly press against yours, just slowly tasting them first. You laid on your back and let him hover over you, a satisfied hum escaping his throat.

His tongue poked your bottom lip, making you part your lips. The kiss was slow and sensual, neither of you feeling the need to hurry. After such a draining day, the only thing you needed was intimacy and the presence of your favourite person, in spite of the aching tiredness in your body.

He held himself up above you with his lower arm next to your head, his free hand caressing your side. Your hands found his cheeks in the dark – only the outside lights peeked through the window, softly illuminating the room – and your thumbs softly stroke his face, feeling the scratchiness of his beard. As you spread your legs and pulled them up to help him get more comfortable, his fingers started dancing on your skin where your shirt has ridden up a bit around your lower stomach, the ticklish sensation leaving goosebumps behind. Eventually, his lips detached from yours, making you whine, but you soon quieted down when you felt them on the side of your neck, travelling further and further down. Your fingers got lost in his curls on the back of his head as your neediness got the best of you; making your wrap your legs around his hips, locking him right above you.

"Don't, I'm cold." You stopped his hands as they were about to take your shirt off.

"Okay, baby. We'll leave it on." He placed a quick kiss on your lips. "Can I take these off, though?" His fingers traced the outline of your underwear. You nodded first – then realised he could barely see the movement of your head in the darkness.

"Mm-hmm."

He started sliding your panties down your legs slowly, his lips following the path of it. When you felt his hot breath fanning over your clit, you interrupted him again.

"No, just want you in me. Please, I just wanna feel you close." Your tone dripping in desperation.

"Alright, but I'm definitely having you for breakfast, though." He pressed a gentle kiss below your lower stomach.

His lips met your neck once again, going for that sensitive spot, making you whimper in impatience. He supported himself with his forearm sunk into the mattress next to your head as his free hand pushed his sweatpants and boxers down just enough to free himself. He reached beside you, towards the nightstand's top drawer and grabbed a condom from it. Sitting back on his heels he ripped the packaging open with his teeth and rolled the rubber down his length. After stroking himself a few times, he decided to test the waters and tease you a little. The unexpected soft tapping of his cock on your clit made you gasp at first – then you couldn't stop the whimper that desperately tried to escape your lips.

You realised what was about to go down. Your begging and needy whines were sounds that Joe could easily get off on anytime; they boosted his ego to an unreal level. Knowing you were so desperate for his touch and attention made him feel like he was on cloud nine. As his ego got the best of him, dominance started flooding his mind. He started feeling the urge to tease you..just a little.

"Does that feel good, baby?"

"Joe..oh" Another gasp left your lips as he rubbed himself between your lips. "I know..I know what you're..doing...please."

Your tone only fuelled that feeling in him. He wanted to hear and see you become a needy hot mess underneath him.

"What am I doing, darling? I’m not doin' anything." He murmured with his lips right next to your ear.

"You're te-teasing. I can't..take it tonight."

"I think you can. Be a good girl for me, hm?"

Your hands grabbed the sheets as his lips traced the side of your neck, placing there wet kisses. "Think you can do that for me?"

"I, uh...I don't know."

"Let's just see it for ourselves, okay? Tell me if it's too much." He kissed your cheek.

He stopped rubbing himself on your pussy and you felt him slide his tip down to your entrance. He slowly pushed his tip in barely, then pulled it out. Each time he pushed himself in, it was just a tad deeper than before, making you turn into that hot, whining mess he loves so much.

"Is this okay?"

"Mm-hmm."

"See? It's not so hard." His hand came up to your cheek to hold your face, his thumb stroking your warm skin.

When he was finally all the way inside you, he let out a soft moan. His hips started rocking slowly at first, then he picked up the pace a little. He pulled almost all the way out each time, before going back in as deep as he could. He wanted both of you to feel every inch of each other. Your desperate moans sounded almost too pathetic, the way he fucked you so passionately and so good was becoming overwhelming.

"You're doing so good for me, doll. So fucking good." His voice almost failed him from the intensity of your hips colliding and the feeling of intimacy and closeness; your hands on his back now – keeping him close, your nails leaving deep, red marks on his slightly sweaty skin.

"Don't you break character now." You whispered, the built up frustration from the teasing giving you an attitude – also hoping this would fire Joseph up even more. When he realised what you'd said to him, he snapped his hips hard, making you moan loudly and arch your back a tad.

"Wanna repeat that, love? Hm? Don't be so shy now." He waited if you were gonna say anything, but your silence was enough for him. "That's what I thought."

His hips started driving into you faster as his hand found your clit. The force of his thrusts made you ride up on the bed with each one as your strangled moans echoed across the room.

"Shh, it's okay, it’s okay. Let it out, baby." His lips showered your cheek with kisses, shooting you.

"I’m close.." You chocked out, hoping he'll understand.

"You wanna cum, darling?"

"Mm-hmm." You nodded, tears forming in you eyes from the overwhelming intensity. "Please, Joseph."

"Cum for me, baby." He whispered in your ear. A few moments later your back arched as you dug your nails into his back, letting out a loud, sinful moan with a few tears escaping your eyes as you shut them tight. You felt Joe's hips halt for a second balls deep inside you as a heavy moan erupted from him, euphoria flooding his mind as well.

"Oh, fuck! Baby, I love you so much."

He buried his head in the crook of your neck, pressing there hot kisses in-between heavy breaths. Your hands got lost between his curls again as you both laid there in the silent, dimly lit room.

"Are you warm now?" Joe giggled.

"I am." A couple seconds later you slapped his back.

"Hey! What was that for?"

"For the teasing."

"You loved it, don't conceal it." He grinned as he pressed his lips onto yours.

"But..it was mean." You pouted and watched him remove the used condom, tie a knot on it and toss it into the bin next to the nightstand.

"Aw, I'm sorry, love. I didn't mean to be mean. I won't do it next time, yeah?" His big brown eyes stared into yours, his eyebrows arched.

"You'll do it next time, too." You squinted.

"Yeah..probably." He whispered as he kissed you and rolled over with his arms wrapped tightly around you.

Thank you for reading, hope you enjoyed it! Have a lovely day / night <3

#joseph quinn #joe quinn #joseph quinn smut #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn imagine #joseph x reader #joseph quinn fanfiction #joe quinn x reader #rpf #joseph quinn rpf #joe quinn rpf #joe quinn story

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repulsiveliquidation · 5 months

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Itty bitty sneak peek anyone?

I hopefully wanna post Time Consuming tonight so I’m writing it rn, fueled by a strong cup of joe at 11:40PM.

Alexia screams, back arching off the couch in pleasure. She grabs a pillow to hold onto, knuckles going white with how hard she was holding on. Leah’s ego grew exponentially, a cocky grin spreading on her face as she wrecked Alexia.

“P-Please, I’m so close!” Alexia cried out, eyes locking onto Leah’s hooded blue ones. Leah’s fingers found themselves between Alexia’s legs, rubbing rough circles over her clit. Alexia let out a choked cry, legs flailing about as she neared her peak. Leah was close too, her breaths becoming more and more labored with each thrust. She chanted Alexia’s name, lips praising her and showering her with compliments. It barreled both of them closer to their orgasms, their cries for each other’s becoming more and more high-pitched and whiny. Leah’s hips stuttered and Alexia couldn’t keep up on her own. The coils in their stomachs were just about to unravel when a booming voice came from the kitchen, making them freeze and stare at each other with fear.

“Just what do you think you’re doing?”

#woso x reader #woso fanfics #leah williamson #alexia putellas #leah williamson x alexia putellas x reader #woso imagine #sneak peek

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mamaestapa · 1 year

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Confessions and Celebrations

•pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

•series summary: Y/N Y/L/N moved to Cincinnati, Ohio for a new start. Move in day arrives and she discovers something terrible...the apartment complex gave her the wrong lease. Instead of living with who she originally was supposed to, she's now living with the hottest quarterback in the NFL, Joe Burrow. Y/N is stuck living in the same apartment with him for a year...which the two are not thrilled about. However, as time goes on, they realize that maybe this wasn't the worst thing that could happen to them. Will Y/N and Joe stay enemies, or will they find themselves falling in love?

•chapter summary: You and Joe confess your love for one another and share a very intimate moment after the Bengals win…(CHAPTER CONTAINS SMUT!)

•word count: 3.3k

•warnings: fluff, confession of love, SMUT, lots of foreplay, unprotected p in v sex (wrap it before you tap it!!) fingering, joe loving on the readers piercing and tattoo, heavy make out.

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January 16, 2023

You let out a shaky breath as you pulled into the parking lot of the apartment complex. You just got home from the eventful night at Paycor stadium.

The Bengals beat the Ravens 24-17, meaning the Bengals are moving on to the divisional round of the playoffs! The team will be traveling to Buffalo next weekend, playing against the Bills to see who will head to the AFC Championship game.

You couldn't be more proud of those guys, especially Joe. They've worked so hard all season.

Speaking of Joe, tonight the game made you realize something. Something you’ve tried to push away and pretend it wasn't there. But you now know you can't deny it anymore.

You have feelings for Joe. Actually, screw having feelings for him.

You’re in love with Joe. And as scared as you are to tell him how you feel, you plan on telling him tonight when he gets home from the stadium. The girls asked you to go to the bar and celebrate the win with them and the guys, but you declined. You knew you had to talk to Joe about my feelings, and it couldn't be at a place like a crowded bar in Cincinnati after a Bengals victory.

You went up to apartment B30 and unlocked the door with slightly shaky hands. You opened the door and went into the apartment, setting your purse down on the counter before you sat down on the barstool. You glanced at your phone, seeing that it was close to midnight. You took a deep breath and gulped anxiously as you realized Joe would be home very soon. You needed to think about what you wanted to say to him, and fast.

You were sitting on the barstool, nervously playing with the small golden necklace with your first initial around your neck. You only play with your jewelry when you’re extremely anxious about something. You guess this is one of those times. As you were turning the dangling initial charm and going over what you wanted to say to Joe, the door to the apartment opened. You turned the chair to face the front door. Joe walked in and set his bag down on the ground so he could lock the door. He turned around with a sigh as he ran his fingers through his slightly damp hair. He must have showered before he left the stadium. As soon as his eyes landed on you, a soft smile appeared on his face. You stood up from the barstool and gave him a small smile. Here we go. You thought.

You took a deep breath before you said his name. "Joe-."

You didn't have time react as Joe rushed up to you and smashed his lips against yours. You took a step back, slightly taken aback by the sudden kiss. However, you didn't pull away. You kissed him back with just as much passion as he did. It felt like fireworks were exploding in the background behind you as the butterflies in your stomach swarmed wildly. Your mouths moved in sync as Joe wrapped an arm around your waist as his other hand was pressed firmly against the middle of your back. You both pulled away for a second before connecting your lips once again. You put your hand against his cheek, pulling him as close as you possibly could. You and Joe pulled away at the same time. Joe grabbed your left hand and held it in his own. He then pressed his forehead against yours as you both caught your breath.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that Y/n." Joe breathed out, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

You smiled and let out a soft laugh, "I love you Joe."

He grinned, "I love you too."

"I wish I would have said something sooner I was just too worried you didn't feel the same way." you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Y/n," Joe said softly, his tone matching yours, "I've been in love with you since the moment I met you."

Your heart soared at his confession. You were so happy to hear he feels the same way about you as you do about him. You pulled your forehead away from his and looked up into his beautiful blue eyes. His gaze full of love as he looked back down at you. You got up on your tip toes and gave him another kiss, needing another taste of his lips before you went your separate ways for the night. You pulled away from him, wetting your lips as you made eye contact with him again. As you stayed in each others embrace and looked into each others love filled eyes, you could practically feel the tension growing. The er, sexual tension, that is. The tension that has been building up for months and months and months, now practically begging to be broken.

You pulled your bottom lip in between your teeth as you looked into Joe's eyes. As your eyes scanned his features, you knew you needed to do something. you needed more than just his lips.

"Joe," you spoke, your breath hitching as you locked your eyes with his. His hands reached for yours and he squeezed them gently.

"I need you." you breathed out. That was all he needed to hear and before I knew it, Joe was leading me into his bedroom...

Joe pushed you down onto the bed, your plump lips meeting his. He carefully moved himself so he was hovering over your body. He brought his lips away from yours and began to kiss at your neck. You brought your hands up into Joe's blonde locks, gently tugging at the loose strands. You let out a soft whine at the feeling of Joes mouth against the sensitive skin of your neck. He began to kiss down your neck, stopping once he got to your collarbone. He pulled his head away from you, bringing a hand up to cup your cheek. His other hand trailed down the fabric of your black long sleeved shirt.

"I think you have too many clothes on..." he trailed off, hooking his fingers under your shirt.

He slowly brought his head up to your ear, "let's fix that." He whispered, causing you to involuntarily bite your lip as goose bumps rose across your body. Too overwhelmed to say anything, you just nodded, giving Joe permission to remove your shirt. Joe slowly pulled the long sleeve off of your body, throwing it onto the floor of his bedroom. He licked his lips at the sight in front of him. You had on a black lace bra. The sight of your breasts sitting perfectly in the cups lined with lace made Joe grow harder just looking at them.

But what got Joe even more aroused was the flower tattoo on the valley of your breasts and your perfectly pierced belly button—the one you told him about that night months ago when the power went out.

"Holy fuck," he practically groaned as his eyes scanned your body, "you're so beautiful."

You chuckled at his words. "I told you if you were lucky you'd get to see the tattoo."

Joe raised his eyebrows, "Am I lucky?"

You smirked, bringing your hand down to the tattoo on your chest, trailing your hand down your torso and stopping at the waist band of your leather leggings

"I guess we'll have to find out." you teased.

Joe brought his head back down to your collarbone, continuing where he left off before he stopped to take your shirt off. He gently sucked at your soft skin. When he removed his lips from you, reddish purple blotches were already starting to appear. It would be clear to anyone that saw you in the next couple days that you were busy celebrating a Bengals victory.

Joe left a trail of kisses from your collar bone to your chest, paying extra attention to the tattoo that was between your breasts. He then started to gently kiss down your belly. The touch of Joe's soft lips making you shiver. You threw your head back and placed your hands on Joes shoulders as he paid attention to your tummy. Joe placed one of his hands on your ribs, his soft kisses stopped as he got to your belly button. He gently bit down on the jewelry that adorned your navel, causing you to bring your hands down to Joes hair again. Who knew an act so simple could be so hot.

Joe chuckled against the skin of your tummy. He looked up at you, his piercing blue eyes full of lust. "You like that?" He questioned, a playful smirk on his lips.

"Mhm." you breathed out, completed blissed out by his actions.

He chuckled once again, bringing his head back down. However, his eyes stayed glued to yours as his tongue played with your piercing, flicking the jewelry. Your breathing grew heavy as Joe hooked his fingers under the waistband of your leggings. He placed another kiss on your belly and moved so his face was now only inches away from yours.

"I want to make sure you're okay with this. If you don't want me to keep going-."

You smashed your lips against his, pulling away and placing your forehead against his, "I want you to keep going."

"Are you sure?"

You nodded, "I've never been more sure in my life."

With your words of confirmation, Joe placed his hands on your thighs, gripping onto your clothed legs. He brought one of his hands up to your waistband, taking a long finger and tracing it down your clothed crotch to the inside of your thigh.

"Take 'em off." you begged, desperate for Joe's touch on your bare skin, "please."

Joe smirked, "Don't mind if I do."

He pulled your leather leggings off with ease, almost as if he's done this many times before. Which, you were sure he has. He was with his ex for many years before you were even in the picture, and even you have had your fair share of hookups.

But this felt different—almost special, for both you and Joe. Months of sexual tension would come to an end in just moments.

With your leggings off, you were left in just your bra and matching black lace thong. Joe licked his lips at the sight of you. You looked up at him with those doe eyes Joe found himself getting lost in every time he locked eyes with you.

"It's not fair that I'm practically naked and you're not." you said, pushing out your lower lip in a pout.

Joe got up from the bed, standing in front of you, and making it a show to take his belt off and pull his jeans down to his ankles. Once they were off he tossed them into a pile with your clothes.

You bit your lip at the sight in front of you. Joe stood in front of you clad in black boxers. His thick thighs on display now that his jeans were off, and his broad chest, defined abdomen and muscular arms looked absolutely divine in the lighting of Joe's bedroom.

"Like what you see sweets?"

Your cheeks grew red, the pet name making you feel your pulse in other areas of your body. Joe chuckled as he took a few steps closer to you. You laid back on the bed, propping yourself up on your elbows as Joe passionately kissed you. He gently pushed you down on the bed, his lips still attached to yours. You wrapped your arms around Joe, letting your manicured nails softly trail down his bare back. Joe pulled back from you, looking at you with his lust filled eyes. You eyed Joe as you hooked your index finger under the waistband of your thong, pulling the lace material down your legs. Joe glanced down, a smirk on his face as he saw your glistening folds.

"You're so wet and I haven't even touched you yet," he smugly stated.

You whined at his words, your hands reaching out to grasp his biceps. He leaned down and smashed his lips against yours, both of your mouths moving in sync. He pulled away, his blue eyes soft but full of so much lust.

"I want to touch you Y/n."

"Please..." you whined.

As soon as you gave him permission, Joe brought his hand down to your right thigh, stroking the soft skin of your inner thigh. Your eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of his hands on your skin. His fingers hovered over your clit, making you squirm with anticipation. He placed one finger into your entrance as he circled your sensitive clit. You gasped at the feeling, beginning to buck your hips beneath his touch. He pushed your hips down with his other hand, pressing onto your lower belly to hold you still.

"You gotta stay still for me."

You just nodded, arching your back slightly as Joe started to pump his fingers in and out, rhythmically.

"Hmph-Joe." you moaned out. You were completely taken over by a feeling of bliss, feeling yourself grow closer and closer to your orgasm.

He smirked at you as you grabbed onto his forearm, digging your nails into his skin as his muscles flexed with each swift movement of his fingers.

"Joe," you breathed out, "I'm so close-uh."

He thrusted his fingers into you one more time before pulling them out which caused you to whine. Joe eyed you carefully as he brought his fingers up to his mouth, sucking your juices off of them. He slowly removed his index finger from his mouth with a pop.

"You taste so fucking good."

You bit your bottom lip at his words, you knew you needed him badly.

"Joe, I need you,” you whined, pleading for him to be inside you.

Joe smirked and placed his hand on your thigh, his fingers trailing up your tummy and eventually cupping your left breast. He reached around your back and unclasped your bra with ease. The black lace material fell off your chest, leaving you fully exposed. You blushed as you saw Joe looking over your naked body. You were starting to feel bashful as his eyes stayed on your body. You tried to cover yourself, but Joe gently grabbed your wrists and shook his head.

"Don't. There's no need to be shy, sweets. You look absolutely gorgeous."

You smiled softly at him, pulling your hands away from your bare breasts. Joe pulled his boxers down, throwing them to the side. Your eyes fell to Joes erection.

"Are you ready?"

You nodded. Joe hovered over you, gently grabbing your hand and holding it as he kissed you with passion. He pulled away and lined himself up with your entrance, slowly thrusting into you. You whined as your hips began jerking up at the sensation.

"O-Oh! Fuck-Joe."

He was big-very big and you weren’t quite used to his size. Joe's hands gripped your hips, trying to control your movements every time he thrusted into you. Your nails scratched down his back as his thrusts grew deeper. You whimpered as his cock pushed against your cervix. You were overcome with a feeling of pleasure, something you hadn't felt in months. Arching your back, you moaned out Joe's name as you grew overstimulated.

"S' too," She breathed out, "mhm, much."

"You can take it, beautiful." Joe grunted. He knew both of you were needy and deprived; however, he made sure to be gentle with you, not wanting to hurt you.

Your breathing picked up as you brought your hands up to Joes head, pulling strands of his messy blonde hair. He buried his face in your neck, groaning softly. Both of your bodies molded together perfectly, moving in sync with each other. You moaned as Joe picked up the pace of his thrusts.

"Oh Joe," you moaned, your face contorting into that look of pleasure. A bead of sweat trickled down Joe's forehead, as he let out a grunt.

"God, you feel so good."

Your breathing grew quicker as you felt a familiar warmth pool in your lower belly.

"I'm so close." You whined as Joe’s thrusts sped up. He squeezed your hand, both of your moans filling the room every time Joe thrusted into you.

"Joe," you whimpered, "I'm gonna-mmh.” you moaned incoherently.

"That's it," Joe grunted, "cum for me, sweets."

Joe moaned as your walls tightened around him, signaling that you were very close to coming down from your high. Within moments, you cried out in complete bliss as you came on Joe's cock. His grip on your hand tightening as your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you were overcome with pleasure. Joe grunted as he thrusted into you a couple more times before he himself came. The two were now glistening with sweat. He leaned down and kissed your plump lips as you both caught your breath and came down from your high. He pulled away, resting his forehead on yours as both of your chests heaved. He pulled out of you and plopped down on the bed next to you.

"That was amazing." you breathed out, chest still heaving.

Joe chuckled, "You were amazing."

You turned to face him, quirking an eyebrow up, "Really?"

He nodded, turning his body so he could face you as he replied, "The best I've ever had."

You blushed at his words. You cant believe this all just happened. For weeks now, you and Joe have had very strong feelings for each other. Of course, you never told each other until tonight, but it was very obvious. It was only a matter of time before something happened between the two of you. Joe opened his arms and gestured for you to come closer to him. You moved yourself closer, curling up against his body and laying your head on his chest. He draped his left arm around you and pulled the comforter of his bed over your naked bodies. You sighed in contentment as you listened to his heartbeat.

This all didn't feel real to you. This all felt like a dream. You and Joe finally confessed your feelings for each other tonight. You kissed for the first time tonight. You had sex for the first time tonight. So much has happened tonight and you couldn't be happier.

Joe Burrow truly is something special.

Your mind wandered to when the two of you first met. You and Joe didn't get along, at all. But as time went on, you slowly warmed up to each other and realized the other wasn’t so bad after all. Eventually, he became more than just your roommate. He became your friend. Then you started to get those butterflies every time you got home and saw him on the couch or when he was out on that field at Paycor. That's when you realized he was more than just a friend and a roommate to you. You felt your eyes grow heavy as Joe pulled you closer to him.

"Goodnight Joe."

He leaned down and kissed the top of your head, "Goodnight."

Joe began to gently stroke his fingers along your arm, soon lulling you to a peaceful sleep.

Now, you don't know what the future holds for you and Joe, but after tonight, you know it's going to be great, no matter what.

hi loves!!

well the wait is finally over and the moment we've all been waiting for is finally here... you and Joe confessed to one another, woo hoo! aren't y’all just too sweet🥹

although i do love a good tooth rotting fluff chapter, i figured i'd add some smut to this chapter too because who doesn't love that? ;)

i deeply apologize if the smut was underwhelming, not good, and not what you were expecting. i tried my best! (please be nice if you absolutely hated it lol)

this story will be coming to an end very soon! can you believe it? i sure cant! the next chapters just include establishing a relationship, some more cute little chapters, and then some instagram chapters.

i want to take a moment and thank all of you for reading this book and supporting me through it. without your kind words and encouragement, i probably wouldn't have stuck with this book. i love all of you so much🤍

i hope you're all doing well!

tags: @jackharloww @ilovejoeburroww @dandelionwrites8 @ijustcrypretty @sinners-98-world @a-moment-captured @stainednailpolishremover @spooky-stoner @xoxokiaraaxoxo @kkrenae

#joe burrow #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow x y/n #joe burrow x you #welcome to the jungle #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow smut

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wordsaresimple-imnot · 3 days

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That final line - Joe Liebgott x F!Reader

Summary: Things have changed between Joe and Reader after bearing witness to the Concentration camp. They moved from being best friends to something more emotionally intimate. Now that the war in Europe is over will they cross the last line and become physically intimate?

Warnings: 18+ content (smut, p in v) angst-ish (mentions of war & concentration camp), comforting each other, tooth rotting fluff at end, she/her pronouns (no use of y/n or 1st person POV, but told from Liebgott's perspective sorta).

A/N: I have the biggest respect for the real life heroes of WWII (and all other wars, past & current), this work & all other works is based on the actor(s) and character(s) portrayed in the Band of Brothers series.

A/N pt 2: I love how this turned out. Basically this is just my own self-indulgence wish that I could have held and taken care of Liebgott after that scene of him crying in the truck. As always, let me know what you think! I tried a different writing perspective and I like it, hopefully you do too. Comments, likes, and reblogs make me happy and feel validated!

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Joe Liebgott would forever be a different man. Easy Company had just liberated Kaufering IV but that included locking the poor souls back up for the medics to be able to try and get them back from the brink of death. The whole thing had left Joe feeling broken and full of pure rage and despair he didn't know how to get rid of it. So he grabbed a bottle of wine and wondered till he found a tree isolated enough he wouldn't easily be found. He just needed space.

He'd been alone for hours, judging by how low the sun was hanging, bottle long since empty, and eyes sore and dry from tears when he heard a twig snap. Looking around the tree, his heart both swelled and shattered at the sight of the person walking towards him. She was his best friend, been that way since Toccoa and all through the war thus far. The only person that could calm him down when his hot-headedness got the better of him and always had his back in every combat situation. He never had to worry when she was around. She was also the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen and had long since accepted that his heart would always speed up a little when she was in eyesight. While his heart had the usual reaction at seeing her, he couldn't help but feel broken anew at the sadness on her face and emptiness in her eyes. He wasn't the only one tore up from their recent experience.

"I've been looking for you everywhere." She speaks barely above a whisper as she drops down next to him, already leaning against his arm.

"I'm sorry, I just had to get away for a while. I should have found you and brought you with me." He leans over to drop a kiss on the top of her head.

There's a beat of silence and then she speaks again, still in a low whisper, "Do you think they'll make it?"

The words are a dagger to his already bruised and bleeding heart. He gives a small sniff, trying to hold back the fresh tears.

"I don't know." He feels her turn her body towards him and knows she's taking in his appearance detail by detail.

"You can let it out, Joe. I know this is tearing you up. Please don't hold it in and let it destroy you." One hand grasps his while the other gently takes his chin and turns his head so their eyes meet. He tries to push the emotions back down and come up with something to say, but he loses all resolve when her hand moves to cup his cheek and wipe away a stray tear that falls out.

Joe is suddenly wrapping his arms around her, pressing his face in the crook of her neck and letting it all out. He feels her shift them so he's laying mostly on her, her back against the tree and arms tightly wrapped around him. One hand is gripping the back of his jacket tightly, holding him to her, the other is gently stroking his head, and when he feels the side of his face getting wet he knows she's crying too.

They stay like that for hours, until the sun is nearly gone and all tears have been let out. Even after the tears, they don't move, finding too much comfort in holding each other. The only thing that gets them finally moving is their stomachs growling. Joe gets up first, holding his hand out to help her up and starts walking them back to find some food. He looks down briefly when he feels her intertwine their fingers and give his hand a squeeze. The first smile he's had in days makes it way across his face and he squeezes her hand back.

As the days dragged on ahead, their bond grew even tighter. There was a new level of safety and vulnerability that blossomed. Hands would brush more often, hugs turned tighter and longer, if they were able to they'd often be found napping together tangled limbs and all. It was as natural as breathing to seek the other out and before Joe knew it, he was hit with the realization that he was head-over-heels in love with his best friend.

The popping of yet another champagne bottle drags Joe from his mulling and takes in the sight around him with a smile. They are in the Eagles Nest, the war in Europe is over and everyone is finally able to relax and celebrate. He's sitting by Webster and Perco, watching the other's talk and laugh, already more than a little drunk. His smile widens when he catches her eye, sitting next to Malarkey and they salute each other from across the room.

"You ever gonna make a move, Lieb?" Perco's question lands like a bomb right in his stomach.

"What the hell are you talking about?" He looks at the man next to him like he's crazy, but inside he's frantic. Is it that obvious?

"Oh come on, Liebgott. The two of you have been attached at the hip the whole war, even back at training. We've all noticed the stolen looks between you. The wars over, just go for it." Webster gives him a shove, pointedly ignoring the glare Joe shoots at him.

"I gotta take a leak." Joe abruptly stands and leaves before either of them can continue their pestering. They're right, he knows they're right. Since accepting his feelings, the only thing that's been holding him back has been the on-going war. Sure there's still Japan to figure out but right now, their immediate part is over and he doesn't have to worry about dying and leaving her or worse losing her any second to a bullet or bomb.

Not actually needing the bathroom, he finds himself wondering the halls of the Eagles Nest and randomly picking a room to go into. It's spacious with a sitting area, a large comfortable bed sitting against the back wall, a door leading to an adjoining bathroom next to it and doors to the right leading to a balcony. He heads to the balcony, throwing the doors open and leans against the railing taking in the mountains and open valley. It's so quiet and peaceful, he doesn't know how to reconcile it with the horrors the owner and occupants have done to the people of this land.

"Why am I always having to search for you?" A soft, happy voice speaks behind him. Joe turns around and feels his breathe catch in his throat at how beautiful and easy going she looks, leaning around the doorframe to the balcony. When he didn't respond, she stands up a little straighter. "What? Is there something on my face?"

Joe shakes his head and moves to stand in-front of her, raising his hand to trail a finger down her cheek. "You're beautiful."

"How drunk are you?" Her voice is playful, but Joe knew his words were having an effect on her based on the blush she now had.

"Not even tipsy. But drunk or sober, you're still beautiful." His hand cups her cheek, tilts her head up a little to fully meet his eyes and he decides to cross that final line. "I love you. I love you fully and completely; body, mind, and soul. I need you, more than I need to breathe. If you don't feel the same, that's fine. I will lock my heart away to keep you in my life however you wish to be. But the war here is done and I'm out of reasons to not tell you how I feel. Tell me you don't feel the same and I'll respect that, but if you feel even close to what I feel please let me know."

Joe see's tears form in her eyes and for a heartbreaking second he's sure she's going to tell him 'no' and walk away. Then he feels her hands on his face and holds his breathe as she rises on her toes, stopping when her lips are barely brushing his.

"I love you, Joe. I'm yours; body, mind and soul." And then her lips are pressing against his and Joe thinks he's died and gone to heaven.

Their kiss is passionate and slow, taking full advantage that they don't have to rush and can take their time exploring. Joe starts nudging her backwards, back into the main room and towards the bed. A line of clothes marks their path as they help each other be rid of them, kissing freshly exposed shoulders and necks as they go. Soon enough they've managed to be rid of everything and tumble onto the bed in a heap.

Joe leans back just enough to take in the site of her underneath him. Face flushed, lips swollen and glossy from kissing, hair spread out like a halo, chest rising and falling hard as she tries to catch her breathe. He leans his head down pressing kisses to her neck, trailing down her collarbone, around the swell of her breast and ending at her nipple. He takes his time delivering languid licks and sucks, making her skin pucker and rise. Not wanting to leave the other one out of the fun, his hand cups, massages and pinches a little on the flesh there, his other hand hasn't stopped caressing any part of her skin he can reach.

If he has any doubts of how he's making her feel, the gasps and moans falling from her lips dispel them quickly. Soon enough her hands are in his hair and scratching down his back as she wraps her legs around his waist pulling him closer. Joe stops his minstrations on her breast with a groan when his erection is pressed right against her wet core and he can't help but roll his hips into her again. This time they both moan.

"Joe, please. I need you." Her voice is ragged and the lustful look in her eyes almost has him finishing right then. He shifts to the side a little, giving him room to run his hand down her side and cup her core. She's soaking and his brain short circuits a little.

His fingers make quick work of making sure she is coated properly, detouring to her clit to rub until she starts to whimper and pull at him. As he meets her eyes, he raises his fingers to his lips and sucks her taste off of them.

"Goddamn, baby. Next time I'm spending hours down there." He rushes out as he positions himself at her entrance. "But if I don't have you soon, I might die." He looks at her for confirmation that she's ready and when she nods, he starts pushing in slowly.

They groan together at the feel of him sliding into place like a puzzle piece coming home. Once he's bottomed out, he drops down to his elbows, putting more of himself on top of her and rests his forehead against hers. Her thighs tighten around him as she turns her head to kiss him.

"Move. Please." She bites his bottom lip at the same time she scratches his back again.

"Yes ma'am." He presses his lips firmly to her, swallowing the moan she lets out as he pulls out and quickly snaps back in. He finds a steady rhythm, angling his hips just right so he's brushing that sweet spot within her. Her back bows, pressing her chest further into his and exposes her neck to his lips. He doesn't waste any time placing a hard bite where it'll be hard to hide the mark already forming. This spurs something in her and soon her hands are in his hair, tugging his head to the side as she returns the favor.

Joe can tell she starts to get close to her release, as her walls start fluttering around him and her moans start becoming more frequent. He raises himself up, gripping the headboard with one hand and dropping his other hand down to rub her clit.

"I know you're close baby. Look at me as you let go." His voice is deep and commanding. Her eyes immediately lock onto his and his movements pick up speed. A few more hard thrusts and a pinch on her clit and she's moaning his name and clamping down around him. The feeling of her combined with his name falling from her lips like a prayer has him falling right behind her.

As they come down from their highs, they exchange slow kisses and 'I love you's'.

Bonus scene:

Not wanting to waste a beautiful day, the guys had decided to have an impromptu baseball game. Joe stood in his spot, waiting to bat next, sending a smile and wave to the stands where his girl was watching and cheering. They were getting ready for the next play when Winters came strolling across the field. They all crowded around him, fully expecting to hear their deployment orders for fighting Japan. Instead he was giving them the best news they'd heard since VE day. Japan had surrendered. The war, all of it, was finally over.

All the guys started cheering, exchanging hugs and pats on the backs. Joe see's her coming towards them at an easy jog, a curious look on her face. He gives her the biggest smile and runs right up to her, lifting her in his arms and spins her around.

"Japan surrendered. It's over. We're going home." Her smile matches his as she fully takes in his words and hugs him back. Just as quick as it started, Joe stops spinning her and sets her down on her feet, then he's down on one knee, holding her hands.

"Marry me. Come back home with me. Or wherever you wanna live. I don't care. Just marry me, please." Everything dulls around the edges as he holds his breathe, waiting for her response.

"Yes, Joe!" She smiles bright enough to blind the sun and then starts laughing when he jumps back up and starts spinning her around again. The only sound is the cheering of their friends and their hearts beating in sync.

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