#joey crouch

[toynbeetile]

i think i should be able to draw joey crouch swimsuit and be showered in money without doing anything else

[majimasprincess]

attacks i did of @toynbeetile's versions of foley and joey from rotters. bless up

[clumsypuppy]

so fucking normal abt this cat

[bowiesversion]

if you don't think of Barty and Dorcas while listening to The Baddest by Joey Valence and Brae who are you??

[joeys-babe]

Joey B Imagines: Simply Shady I*

Summary: The following events of Joe changing up his hair, along with both you and your fiance gearing up for the start of the season.

(Part 1 to - Part 2)

Warnings: Fluff, Smut (male receiving oral)

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

Imagine Universe: Misc.

August 1st, 2024 - First day of pads at camp

I was woken up in a way that I would usually love, but the fact that it was insanely early made me more annoyed than anything.

“Mph. Not now Joe.” - you mumbled

He didn't say anything in return, and the slow movements of his hips grinding into my behind kept going.

Joe’s body was pressed flesh against me. His chest to my back and his crotch to my ass. Because he was rubbing himself into me, I thought he was awake. But as I froze up in shock, I heard a snore leave Joe’s lips.

He's asleep. He’s asleep and grinding into me.

As Joe continued his movements in his sleep, my mind went wild. Throughout the dirty thoughts, I remembered a conversation that Joe and I had a couple of weeks ago.

Joe had asked me if I'd ever give him head while he was asleep, a different way to wake him up if I was comfortable doing it. I had said yes, that I would, but there was never a day where I woke up first since that conversation.

Today, though, was a perfect chance to try it out.

After deciding that I was going to suck him off while he was still sleeping, I slowly and quietly scooted away from him. Joe had always been a deep sleeper, so it was easy for me to pull the covers off of him and lightly shove him onto his back.

I couldn't help but sit there and admire him. Joe looked like a wet dream, and he was all mine. My personal 220 pounds of pure sexiness.

Joe was wearing nothing but his black boxers, and my mouth watered as I stared at his toned torso, sculpted chest, and perfect arms.

This off-season, one of Joe’s workout priorities was to gain weight to be bigger and stronger by the time football season came around.

He achieved that completely, and the outcome was one of the hottest states of his body that I had ever seen. Don’t get me wrong, as his partner, I've never not thought he was the most attractive man on the planet, but I love it when he beefs up.

I believe it’s because it reminds me of how he looked when I first fell in love with him, back when we were both freshmen at LSU.

——

Flashback - 2018 - LSU

“This date is awful! Please, please, please come pick me up?” - Lyla

After accepting a phone call from my best friend, she enlightened me that she was currently in the bathroom of the restaurant where she was on a date. She went on to say that her date was a weirdo and nothing like how he was over texts.

It was later in the evening, and I was studying in the library for my first big test of the semester, but I had to save my girl.

Still on the phone with her, I grabbed my laptop and textbooks super fast before darting out of the library.

Lyla was still ranting on the phone, telling me to please hurry, and I was focusing hard on not dropping my belongings. As I rounded the corner of the sidewalk, I looked over at the parking lot, trying to remember where I parked my car.

Since my eyes weren't on where I was walking, I gasped when I smacked into a hard body, dropping everything I was holding and my phone.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.”

“No. No. I should be.” - you

I immediately lept down and started to grab my things, not paying attention to the person that I just ran into. It sounded like a man, and I didn't exactly have time to put up with a college male right now.

To my surprise, though, he crouched down as well, stacking up some of my books as I focused on making sure my laptop screen wasn't broken.

After seeing that it was fine, I finally looked up at the man crouched down next to me who was holding my stuff.

My mouth dropped open, and my eyes widened.

Joe Burrow.

He was the starting quarterback for the football team, and because he had just transferred from Ohio State, his name was known.

I had only seen a couple of blurry pictures of him before as I listened to a couple of my guy friends rant about the incoming QB. In pictures, I wasn't exactly attracted to him, but seeing him in front of me right now, I completely understood why girls all around campus were obsessed with him.

“Are you okay? You look like you just saw a ghost.” - Joe chuckled

My cheeks turned red when I realized I had zoned out staring at him. This cannot be happening right now.

“I- I'm fine. I just wasn't expecting you.” - you

Joe cocked his head to the side, not exactly understanding. To him, he was a normal guy who just loved to play football. He didn't exactly love all of the publicity.

In the end, he shrugged and looked down at my books that were in his hands. Most of them were for classes, but a couple were for my personal reading.

“In Plain Sight? Do you believe in aliens?” - Joe

I nodded my head with a soft smile on my face, completely in shock that I was talking about aliens with Joe Burrow.

“That’s cool. I do, too. My friends all say that I'm crazy to believe in them. Oh, I’m Joe, by the way.” - Joe

Joe shifted my belongings into one arm before reaching out with his now free hand. I reached out, too, putting my hand in his and shaking it.

“I know who you are. I'm y/n.” - you

“That’s a pretty name. Only fitting for a pretty girl, though.” - Joe winked

My stomach dropped, and reality hit. He’s a jock college football player. Only one thing on his mind.

I stood up and recollected everything into my arms, and Joe immediately noticed my change in body language. When he handed me my books, I noticed that the pretty smile had dropped from his face, a disconcerted look left in its place.

“Did I say something wrong?” - Joe

“No. I just need to get out of here. Thanks for the help, it was lovely to meet you, Joe.” - you

I started speeding down the sidewalk once again, but Joe called out for me to wait. Oh, fuck this.

“You forgot your phone!” - Joe

Mentally cursing myself, I turned around and walked back up to Joe. He was fully standing up now, and he towered over me.

“Thanks..” - you

“You’re welcome. Maybe I'll see you around campus?” - Joe grinned

I looked up at the stupid smile on his face and wanted to claw my eyes out. Why is he so cute? He’s just wearing athletic shorts and a Looney Tunes sweatshirt, but he looks perfect.

“Mmm. Probably not. I'm more into school than all of the partying.” - you

“I’m not into partying either. I’m taking all online classes, so unless I'm at football practice or working out, I'm usually at my apartment.” - Joe

Why are his stupidly perfect lips still moving?

“Okay? Thanks again. Bye.” - you

I started walking off again, and this time he didn't stop me. Once I got into my car, I laid my head back against the headrest with a deep sigh. That did not just fucking happen.

Why was he being so oddly persistent?

Probably looking for a quick fuck.

“That’s what they all want.” - you whispered aloud

I was lost in my thoughts. The thoughts being the image of the pretty quarterback crouched down while examining my alien book, the skin at the corner of his eyes crinkling up when he smiled.

God he was so-

My train of thought abruptly stopped when I heard a quiet voice. I looked around, confused, before my eyes landed on my phone. The call with Lyla was very much still going.

I remembered why I was rushing in the first place, and my eyes went wide. After quickly grabbing my phone to my ear, I realized just how crazy I was about to sound.

“Lyla, you will never guess what just happened. It sounds crazy.” - you

“You can tell me after you fucking pick me up!! Come on!” - Lyla

——

Flashback - still 2018 - LSU

“Are you excited to watch your man play?” - Lyla squealed

I rolled my eyes at her words. We were currently sitting down in our seats for the first home game of the season.

My run-in with Joe was months ago, and I hadn’t seen him since then, not like I expected that I would, but Lyla swore up and down he was into me.

She hadn't let the interaction go, and when I perked up at the mention that she had an extra ticket for the game since her boyfriend bailed, it only made it worse.

“You know he's still single. Maybe he's waiting to see you again.” - Lyla bumped your shoulder

I stared at her for a few seconds, narrowing my eyes at her dumb assessment. There was no possible way that was true.

Joe and I were strangers. We only knew each other’s names and the fact that we both believed in aliens. To be frank, he's probably long forgotten about our encounter. There were girls constantly throwing themselves at him, so why would he pay attention to me?

Up til the team ran out, Lyla was talking about nothing but Joe.

“Lyla. He doesn't even know who I am. He's probably long forgotten about bumping into me. Even if I wanted to say something to him, which I don't.” - you

“Sure. We’ll see if that changes after you watch him play. Those football pants might do something to you.” - Lyla

“Stop saying things that make me roll my eyes. I'm gonna get a headache.” - you

“Or… stop fighting the fact that he was into you and one thousand percent recognize you if he saw you again. He called you pretty! And when you freaked out, he immediately got worried that he said something wrong.” - Lyla

Before I could say anything, the team ran out. Lyla immediately jumped up and yanked me up with her. I have to admit, the electricity running through Death Valley as everyone was on their feet cheering was an adrenaline rush. I couldn't help but jump and cheer as well.

My eyes landed on Joe fairly easily as he was leading the pack as QB1. And for a split second, he looked at me too. His eyes were scanning the crowd before looking away, but he did a double-take.

Unfortunately, Lyla noticed and shook my shoulder. We were in the bottom row of our section, so there was a chance he was looking at someone behind me. Right?

-

Joe’s POV - Same flashback

While running out with the team, I looked over at the crowd just to see how big it was. It was my first home game as a Tiger, and Death Valley already felt like home.

As I looked around, my eyes scanned over a familiar face. I looked away and realized, so I did a double take to make sure I wasn't seeing things or my mind was playing tricks on me.

It was her.

My eyes weren't deceiving me. It was y/n. The beautiful girl I had the lovely opportunity of gracing paths with. Quite literally.

When I first bumped into y/n, it felt like everything around me disappeared and that it was just us on that sidewalk, much like how it felt as our eyes met through the crowd.

I only knew this girl's name, but I’ll never forget how I felt crouched down on that sidewalk with her. Everything felt right. Like everything was still and at peace.

I never thought I’d see her again with how quickly she took off running after I called her pretty. Looking back, I could see why it freaked her out. Our personalities were meshing super well before I said that, and I know the reputation of college athletes. She probably thought I was trying to get in her pants, only to be gone by the morning.

I'd never been that kind of guy anyway. I had hooked up with a couple of girls while at Ohio State, but I got attached too easily and could never leave it as just a one-night stand.

Maybe I could talk to y/n more and show her that I wasn't the average college athlete fuckboy. That is if she'd even talk to me or even remember that we'd bumped into each other.

After Game - Same flashback

LSU won the game, and Joe was impressive, to say the least. Lyla nudged me after every good play he made, making sure to call him ‘my man’ when she was talking about him.

Everyone was filing out of the stadium, but Lyla and I stayed back to take a couple of pictures and wait for the crowd to die down.

We had our backs to the field, our noses buried in our phones as we looked at a few selfies we had taken.

“Okay, let me get a good pic of the field.” - Lyla

I wasn't exactly paying attention to her, but I noticed that she had turned around to take a picture of the stadium. When she did, though, she paused and gasped.

“Y/N… turn around.” - you

Sighing as I slipped my phone into my pocket, I turned around. My eyes went wide when I looked down and saw what - or who - was standing on the grass looking up at us.

“Hi.” - Joe smiled

Joe was in regular clothes now since the game had been over for about thirty minutes. He was all that was left on the field other than the training staff cleaning up and a few janitors.

“Hi?” - you smiled back

“Did you enjoy that game? I know you said you don't go out, so this must be a different environment for you.” - Joe

“It was so fun. You're crazy good, by the way. I'm impressed.” - you

Joe felt his cheeks heat up a little at the compliment, and it didn't go unnoticed by me. I saw the way his face turned a little pink.

“Thank you. It was awesome to see your pretty face again. That might be your queue to runaway, but that's how I feel.” - Joe smiled

My stomach filled with butterflies at him calling me pretty again, along with a feeling of slight embarrassment from his joke. Something about him making light of the situation gave me closure, though. He wasn't looking for a hookup.

“You’re pretty good-looking yourself.” - you grinned

“I’m glad you think so, y/n. But I didn't just walk over here to call you pretty again. I wanted to know if you'd like to have dinner with me tonight. I’d love to get to know you.” - Joe

I looked at Joe’s gorgeous face in shock before looking over at Lyla. She nodded and bumped my elbow with hers.

“I can get home just fine by myself. You get him, tiger.” - Lyle whispered

Looking back down at Joe, he looked up at me with hopeful eyes. His gaze shifted to Lyla, trying to read her expression before looking back at me.

“Sure. I'd love to have dinner tonight.” - you

Joe’s anxious expression broke into a huge smile, the nervous feeling in his stomach immediately going away. You said yes.

“Okay, great. Can I get your number? You know, so I can text you when I'm pulling around to pick you up.” - Joe

I nodded my head, the smile never leaving my face, and handed Joe my phone for him to put his number in. Once he was done, he handed me his phone to do the same.

After handing his phone back to him, Joe nervously rocked back and forth on his feet. Saying he was giddy was an understatement.

“So I’ll see you in a little bit?” - you

“Yup. It’s a date.” - Joe smiled

As soon as the words left his lips, he spun on the balls of his heels and walked back toward the tunnel. I slowly turned my head to Lyla, my eyes wide, and my jaw dropped.

“That did not just happen.” - you

“Oh, it so did! And he walked over to you. He initiated all of that. Not to mention, he just said that dinner with him tonight was a date. Y/N, that's your man!!” - Lyla

We both grabbed each other’s forearms, jumping up and down and giggling at the fact that Joe, a desirable starting college quarterback, just asked me on a date. Out of all of the girls who wanted him, Joe chose me, the girl he bumped into once.

——

Back to present day

Obviously, the first date went amazingly, and Joe and I have been together ever since. Joe always says that he knew I was the one when he first laid eyes on me, and the fact that his body immediately relaxed on that sidewalk was a sign of things to come. I was home to Joe, sometimes described as his everything.

Since the moment Joe and I started to get to know each other, he became my best friend. Well, I’d say that to everyone but Lyla. She would get a little salty if I told her that.

I remember thinking that Joe was cute the first time we crossed paths, but when he ran out of the tunnel that day, and we made eye contact, my insides melted. No other guy I had been with before was able to make me feel the way he did in that second.

Call it love at second sight.

For the rest of Joe’s time at LSU, before he graduated, we were stuck to each other at the hip, completely and utterly inseparable.

We had to do long distance for a year because I was still at LSU, and Joe got drafted by the Bengals. It was arguably the hardest year of my life.

As soon as Joe entered my life, he became the anchor that kept me grounded. I’d never been happier with someone, and we were together practically every moment that we could. So, to be living in completely different states was tough.

Once I graduated, though, I moved in with Joe. It was the house he bought with his rookie contract, and it was perfect for just the two of us. I ended up getting a marketing job in Cincinnati, just like I had planned when it was announced that Cincinnati had the first pick of the draft. Joe always told me that I didn't need a job since he was getting paid millions to play football, but I wanted to work. I didn't want to mooch off of my boyfriend.

But, a few months ago, I ended up calling it quits at that job. The workplace grew increasingly toxic under a recently hired new boss, and I found myself crumbling under the workload. Joe had been present for a few of my work-related breakdowns, and he finally put his foot down one day.

——

A few months ago

“I don't know if I can do it anymore, Joe. I feel like she's setting me up to fail.” - you

I was having yet another breakdown over work. Second time this week, and it was only Wednesday.

Joe was holding me as tight as he could, listening to every word that left my lips. We were lying on the couch, and I was cuddling on top of him, my face buried in his neck as I tried to calm down my crying. Joe had his arms wrapped around my waist, rubbing my back and kissing my head now and then. He hadn't said a word yet.

After my crying started to slow down, Joe abruptly rolled onto his side and unwrapped his arms from me. He stood up from the couch seconds later and grabbed my phone off of the end table.

“Joey? What’re you doing?” - you

“I can't do this anymore, y/n. This job is breaking you down, baby. I can't just sit here and hold you and then send you back just to have to do it again tomorrow. It hurts me to know you're hurting. I hate it.” - Joe

I stared at him dumbfounded. I knew he detested my job, but he respected my decision to go back every time.

“I’d be a terrible boyfriend to let you stay in that environment y/n.” - Joe

After sniffling a few more times and wiping my eyes and nose on the back of my sleeve, I finally spoke up.

“So what are you gonna do?” - you sniffled

“I’m calling your boss. I’ll try to remain calm, but when it comes to you, I can't control if I lose my shit. You’re the most important thing to me in the whole world, and to see you get treated like this is pissing me off.” - Joe

You could practically see steam coming out of Joe’s ears. I knew he was mad, but I didn't expect him to get this worked up. In another way, though, it made sense. I was the woman that Joe loved, and he took his responsibility of protecting me very seriously.

“What are you gonna say?” - you

“I’m telling her to put your two weeks in. Do you have two weeks of vacation days? I’m not letting you step foot in that office building.” - Joe

“You’re making me quit?? I need that job, Joe. How am I gonna pay for stuff?” - you

Joe did a massive eye roll before plopping down on the couch next to me. Here we go.

“That might just be the dumbest question you have ever asked. Baby, do you know how much money I make? It’d be stupid for you to keep that job that makes you feel like shit when your boyfriend is making millions to play football. No, you aren't mooching off of me, and I don't want to hear that. I want nothing more than to take care of you, y/n. You just have to let me.” - Joe

I stayed silent for a few moments, my anxiety and a feeling of guilt creeping in. My eyes welled up with tears again from Joe’s generosity and the fact that a bunch of fear came with it.

“I need a job, Joe.” - you mumbled

“Why? Why do you need one?” - Joe

It was gonna sound bad to say out loud, and the last thing I wanted was for Joe to think I had doubts about our relationship, but I was just being reasonable.

“What if things go south? I don't want to, and I don't think we will, but what if we break up? Then, I don't have anything to fall back on.” - you

“Are you being serious? We’re not gonna break up, baby. You’re it for me. Do I not make it obvious enough that I'm all in?” - Joe

“I know, it’s stupid. But I still worry.” - you

“You have no reason to. I'm not going anywhere, and that's a promise.” - Joe

——

Back to present day

So, that's when I finally agreed and decided to quit my job. Joe and I were able to spend a lot more time together, and we grew closer than ever before. I was putting full trust in him, and after a while, the thought wasn't scary.

I lay in bed for a while longer, just watching Joe as he slept peacefully. He just looked adorable.

My more innocent thoughts changed, though, as my eyes wandered over his perfect body once again. God, gaining weight was the best decision he's ever made.

Time to get down to business, I thought to myself.

I shoved the covers farther down the bed and gently spread Joe’s legs before kneeling in between them. After getting comfortable, I reached out for the waistband of his boxers and slowly pulled them down and over his perfect butt.

Joe stirred once he was fully exposed, probably feeling a draft but not fully waking up. Once he stopped moving around, I reached and wrapped my hand around his semi-erect cock. He always woke up a little hard, and right now, I was silently grateful for that.

Slowly pumping his length, I felt Joe harden and grow in my hand, and yet his face still showed zero tension. Once his erection leveled up to fully erect, I removed my hand from his length and slowly leaned down.

I wrapped my lips around his tip, watching his face the entire time I slowly inched my mouth down his dick. Joe let out a little whimper when his tip hit the back of my throat, but as I watched him, I noticed that he was still asleep.

After that, I doubled my efforts in hopes of drawing another sound from his lips while he was still out cold, and it was easier than expected. I sucked on his length as I bobbed my head, trying to give him the sloppiest head that I could conjure up. Joe would let out a little whimper or a quiet moan now and then, and I could tell he was close to waking up.

A minute later, with my eyes glued to Joe’s face, his mouth dropped open, and he moaned out. Louder than before. He’s awake.

Joe’s eyes fluttered open, and when he looked down to see my mouth around his cock, his eyes went wide, and he sat up straight. Joe’s cock got impossibly harder at the sight, and he buried a hand in my hair when I pulled off of him with a pop. I immediately wrapped my hand around him, stroking him fast with a grin on my face.

“Morning, Joey.” - you grinned

“Holy fuck, baby. I- I… fuck, I can't.” - Joe moaned

His raspy morning voice only made the experience hotter, so I took his length back into my mouth. Joe’s head was thrown back, and his grip on my hair got tighter. He's so close.

Joe continued to moan as I sucked him, his thoughts going crazy at the fact that he just woke up to me giving him head.

“So hot, baby. Oh god.” - Joe whimpered

A few moments later, Joe only started getting louder, his built chest heaving as he panted.

“Fuck, I'm cumming.” - Joe moaned

Joe held my head down and bucked his hips up, stilling as he exploded in my mouth.

“Fuck- fuck- fuck.” - Joe

It took a few minutes for Joe to gain his composure back, along with his breath, and I pulled off of his length. I rolled over back into my spot and cuddled up to Joe, pulling him into my chest.

I went to play with his hair before awkwardly stopping, remembering the fact that his curls were no longer there. Joe had recently changed up his hairstyle, and though it was hard to get used to at first, I loved it.

——

Flashback to a couple of months ago

“Hey.” - you

“Hi, baby.” - Joe

I was currently driving home from doing a few errands, including picking up dinner for Joe and me since he said we should just eat at home, though he didn't feel like cooking.

“Whatcha doing?” - you

“Nothing much. I'm looking at clothes for game day fits.” - Joe

“Sounds like fun!” - you enthused

Joe went silent for a couple of seconds before letting out a sigh, my eyes narrowing at his change of attitude.

“Sure. When are you gonna be home? I miss you, and I have a surprise for you.” - Joe

“You miss me? It’s only been a couple of hours, Joey. And I'm pulling onto our road right now. What'd you say about a surprise?” - you

“I have one for you.” - Joe

“Oooo. Am I gonna like it?” - you

Joe was freaking out just a little bit. Sure, what he did was what he wanted, but he was realizing now that it was a little impulsive, and he was worried about what you would think of it.

“Uh. Hopefully.” - Joe chuckled

We ended the call a few minutes later since I was literally in our garage. After grabbing all of the bags that I could, I walked into the kitchen through the mudroom. Joe was sitting at the counter, a grin forming on his lips when he saw me.

“Hey, gorgeous.” - Joe smiled

After placing the bags down and setting the food in front of Joe, I walked back around to the other end and up to him. Joe swiveled the barstool around, opening his arms for me once I stepped between his spread legs. He pulled me into a hug, and my head fell onto his shoulder, Joe’s arms wrapped tightly around my waist.

“Hi, handsome.” - you mumbled into his neck

Joe stayed silent for a few moments, rubbing his big hands over my back before pulling away and doing the same to my hips.

“Is there anything left in the car?” - Joe

“Just a couple more bags. I can get them, though.” - you

I went to turn around and head back for the mudroom, but Joe grabbed my arm and pulled me back to him.

“How about you get dinner out of the bags, and I’ll go get ‘em? - Joe

“Alright.” - you smiled

Joe pecked my lips before getting off the barstool. I watched him walk away till he disappeared from my sight, my eyes lingering on his ass for a few seconds before I looked away with a giggle.

-

Thirty minutes later, Joe and I had just finished dinner when I realized something. Ever since I got home, Joe’s been wearing a hat with his hood up over the top of it.

Joe cleared his throat to say something, looking over at me to see that I already had my eyes narrowed and staring at him.

“What?” - Joe chuckled

“Why do you have a hat on and your hood up? New questionable fashion choice?” - you

I giggled when he rolled his eyes, but his tone quickly switched back to serious.

“That’s what I was about to tell you. Close your eyes.” - Joe

“Is your hair my surprise?” - you

“Uhm. Basically.” - Joe

Please tell me he got the modern-ish-looking mullet that I've been begging him to do.

I closed my eyes, a grin on my face as I prepared myself. He's gonna look so hot.

Meanwhile, Joe’s heart was beating out of his chest. It was silly to be nervous about, but buzzing his hair, which he knew you loved, was almost a recipe for disaster.

Joe took his hood down before popping his Bengals hat off, running his hand over his spikey hair. He took one last deep breathe, mentally preparing himself for what you're reaction would be.

“Open.” - Joe

I opened my eyes, immediately jumping back with a scream. That’s not a mullet. He's fucking bald. Joe immediately started biting his cheeks and playing with his fingers.

“Is it that bad?” - Joe mumbled

“Joseph Lee. Your hair is gone. It’s gone.” - you

“Can you answer my question? I’m super scared right now.” - Joe

I stared at his head for a few more seconds, my eyes going between his practically bare head and his worried face. He looks so nervous.

Because I hadn't said anything yet, Joe dropped his head, unable to maintain eye contact with you because he was worried you weren't attracted to him.

“You hate it.” - he mumbled

My bottom lip stuck out in a pout as I pushed off of the barstool, wrapping my arms around Joe’s shoulder as his head ended up on my shoulder.

“Aww. Baby, I don't hate it. You know I love your hair, but there's so much more to look at than it. Look at me.” - you

I gently patted the back of Joe’s neck, and he leaned up. I cupped his cheeks, placing a kiss on his forehead before pulling back with a grin on my face.

“Your pretty face is the star of the show now. I can focus on your perfect nose, your baby blue eyes, and these perfect lips.” - you

When I mentioned Joe’s nose, I pecked the tip of it, rubbing my thumbs under his eyes when I mentioned them, and I pressed a kiss to his lips when I talked about them as well.

Joe’s cheeks turned pink at the overwhelming compliments, a cheeky grin forming on his lips before I returned his head to my shoulder.

“You’re so cute.” - you giggled

I rubbed his back as Joe giggled into my neck, his hot cheeks easily feelable on my neck.

“Hair or no hair, you're the hottest man I've ever seen.” - you grinned

—

Later that week - Same flashback

I was sitting on the couch when Joe got home from his workout. I was neck-deep in a conversation about Love Island USA with Lyla, so I didn't even look up when Joe loudly shut the mudroom door.

Truthfully, he shut the door loudly on purpose to try to get your attention. When you weren't already looking up at him when he entered the house, he attempted to slam the door so you'd look up, but you didn't.

“I’m homeeee.” - Joe

It was adorable how he drawled out the word, but I was too busy ranting about my least favorite person on the show to acknowledge Joe.

“Baby?” - Joe

“Hi, Joe.” - you

Joe walked into the house, dramatically dropping his bag on the floor before basically throwing himself down on the couch next to you. And yet you still hadn't looked up at him.

“Are you gonna ask me how my workout went..?” - Joe

“How’d your workout go?” - you sighed

He had to grin. He loved messing with you.

“Good. Can I have a kiss?” - Joe

All I did was pucker my lips, my eyes still not leaving my phone as I sent a frantic paragraph in response to something Lyla said.

Joe leaned over and craned his neck to give me a kiss, my eyes going wide when his head came into view. I immediately jumped back, our lips barely ever touching.

“Oh my god. You bleached it?” - you chuckled

I watched Joe move back to his seat so that he was comfortable and not straining his neck. He nodded with a grin, and my eyes were stuck on his bleached + buzzed head.

“What do ya think?” - Joe

I couldn't lie. As bizarre and silly as bleaching and buzzing his hair was… he looked hot as fuck.

“You look good. I kind of like this more. You look less intimidating.” - you giggled

With how bright his hair was, it brought out his blue eyes. One of my favorite features of his and something I could find myself getting lost in.

I moved over after setting my phone down, eventually straddling his lap as Joe’s hands found their place on my hips.

That hair made his perfect face the star of the show, and his built chest and sculpted arms were a sight. I was getting worked up, and he was just sitting here.

“I'm not gonna lie, you look hot.” - you

“Yeah?” - Joe

I nodded, my arms going around his neck as I slowly ground down onto his crotch. Joe groaned, leaning forward and smashing his lips into mine.

“Fuck.” - Joe groaned

After a few minutes of making out, I pulled away from his slick, reddened lips. God, he looks so hot right now.

“We should probably stop. We have to tour our possible wedding venue in less than two hours, and I need to go get ready.” - you

Oh yeah, Joe and I got engaged right after his trip to France! We were planning our wedding for the next off-season, and today we were going to tour a venue with both sets of our parents.

I grinned at Joe’s pout, sad that I was leaving him hanging because he was very hard. But he couldn't get too upset. Not when we were about to tour the place where we were possibly going to get married.

“Are you not excited?” - you chuckled

“No, I am. I just don't want to have to go take a cold shower. And alone.” - Joe

Chuckling as I crawled off of Joe’s lap, I couldn't help but bite my lip at the sight of the tent in his pants.

“Stop that!” - Joe

I only laughed louder before Joe got up from the couch, wrapping his arms around my waist.

“I'm excited to see the venue, though. It’ll make everything feel a lot more real.” - Joe

“Me too. The thought alone makes me giddy. I can't wait to marry you.” - you

“I can't wait to marry you more. I've been waiting for that moment since I bumped into you on that sidewalk.” - Joe grinned

I laughed at his over-the-top statement, finding it both endearing and silly.

“Okay, I think you need that cold shower now. You need some blood flow to go back to your head instead of your dick.” - you chuckled

“Why do you say that?” - Joe laughed

“You’re starting to say some questionable things.” - you

Joe cocked his head to the side, narrowing his eyes at me because he was confused.

“What have I said that's questionable?” - Joe

“Saying that you've been waiting for us to get married since we met.” - you

He rolled his eyes when I left his arms and gently started pushing him towards the stairs. Joe argued that he meant what he said our entire trip into our bathroom.

“Okay, okay! Get in the shower, goofball.” - you

I threw a towel at Joe before turning to the sink, going to grab my face wash before doing my makeup when a cloth fabric hit my face. I put the bottle down to pull the garment off of my head. Lo and behold, it was Joe’s boxers.

Turning around to glare at him, all I'm met with is the sight of Joe butt naked. The only thing he's wearing is a cheeky grin that makes the corner of his eyes crinkle up. If he wasn't so perfect, I’d slap him.

“Ya know… I’m still pretty horny from that make-out earlier…” - Joe

“Get in the shower.” - you

“Yes, ma'am.” - Joe sighed

I watched him climb into the shower with a smile on my face, shaking my head at his antics.

At least I know I'm marrying a man that always keeps me on my toes, I thought to myself.

“Baby, are you sure you don't want t-” - Joe

“Yes, Joe! Shower.” - you

Authors note: The next part will go back to present-day! Or August 1st. This part was just kind of setting the stage for the real stuff!!

Requests;

HOPE YOU ENJOYED!!! 💕

[pankowcrumbs]

Soft X Joseph Quinn

MasterList

Joseph Quinn Masterlist

Stranger Things and Cast Masterlist

The clock on the wall ticked past midnight, its rhythmic sound filling the quiet flat. I sat on the sofa, a soft blanket draped over my legs, the glow of the lamp casting a warm hue across the room. The day had been long, but my thoughts were with Joe, knowing he was enduring an even longer one on set.

I knew he was exhausted the moment I heard the key scrape into the lock.

It was nearly 1 a.m., and I’d been curled up on the sofa with a blanket and my book for hours, unable to properly settle knowing Joe was still on set. Seventeen hours of filming for a gritty war drama was brutal in any circumstance but Joe? He gave everything. Always had. And he’d texted me around 10 to say they were still going. My chest had tightened just thinking about how tired he must be.

The door creaked open and I looked up, my book falling to my lap.

He looked shattered. he was still in his military costume boots, jacket, even the smudges of soot and fake blood painted across his jawline. I blinked at him for a second, and when our eyes met, something in his expression softened.

“Hey, bub,” he said, voice hoarse and raw from the day.

“Joe,” I murmured, rising quickly, the blanket falling from my shoulders. “You look wrecked.”

He gave a weak chuckle, letting his bag slide to the floor. “That’s because I am.”

I walked over, reaching up to cup his face gently. His cheeks were cool, his stubble brushing against my palm. “Let me look after you.”

“I’m fine, baby,” he said, though the tremble in his voice betrayed just how not fine he was.

I gave him a look, the kind that said don’t argue with me, and he smiled faintly, letting me guide him to the sofa. He sat heavily, his head falling back against the cushions.

“Stay there,” I instructed, already padding towards the kitchen.

It didn’t take long. I reheated the pasta I’d made earlier, set out a bottle of water, dug out the hot water bottle I’d prepared just in case he’d want it, and grabbed his softest hoodie from the bedroom. When I returned, he was half-asleep, his eyes fluttering as he battled the weight of exhaustion.

“Joey,” I whispered, crouching beside him. “Eat first, sleep after.”

He stirred, blinking groggily before smiling when he saw me holding a bowl. “You’re an angel.”

“No, just your girlfriend who hates seeing you like this,” I teased gently, helping him out of the thick costume jacket.

He winced as he moved. “God, I think I aged twenty years today.”

I chuckled softly and draped the hoodie over his shoulders. “At least you’ll die handsome.”

He snorted, took the bowl, and began to eat with quiet gratitude. I sat beside him, legs folded under me, watching him. His movements were slow, each bite careful, but I could see the colour returning to his face. After a few minutes, he set the bowl aside and looked at me with this tired, affectionate gaze.

“Bubba,” he murmured, voice almost a whisper. “I love you. I’m so grateful you’re here taking care of me.”

I smiled “Of course I’m here.”

He stared at me for a moment, then sighed dramatically, tugging the blanket off the back of the couch. “But for the love of God… please just come here and cuddle me. That’s what I really need right now.”

I laughed, warm and sweet, and didn’t hesitate for a second. I slid into his arms, the bowl long forgotten on the coffee table, and he pulled the blanket around us like a cocoon.

He buried his face in my hair, inhaling deeply. “This… this is it. I’ve been dreaming about this all day.”

My chest ached in the best way. “You missed me that much?”

He pulled back enough to look at me, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “So much. You’ve no idea. I spent three hours lying on wet cement thinking about your laugh.”

I giggled. “That’s very poetic.”

“I’m a very poetic man,” he deadpanned, and I couldn’t help but laugh again.

We settled into silence for a while, his arms wrapped tightly around me, our bodies moulded together perfectly. I could hear the steady beat of his heart beneath his chest, feel the way he breathed slower with every minute.

“You want to talk about it?” I asked gently.

He nodded slowly, eyes still closed. “It was a rough day. The director was pushing us for this massive sequence, so we kept doing retake after retake. Explosions, shouting, fake gunfire. It was intense. And cold. And I kept thinking... is this even worth it?”

I stroked his chest soothingly. “It is. You’re brilliant. You make it real.”

He let out a sigh. “It helps knowing I come home to you.”

My heart squeezed.

He kept talking, his voice getting softer with each sentence. About the crew, the scene, how his feet hurt, how the camera jammed mid-take and they had to start over from scratch. I listened, murmured encouragement, rubbed small circles on his back, and kissed his temple whenever he got too frustrated.

Eventually, he stilled.

“You’re so good to me,” he said, just above a whisper.

“I love you,” I replied simply.

He turned his face to mine, kissed me with a depth that made my eyes prickle with tears. “I love you too.”

We stayed there for a long time, just cuddling, nothing else.

Later, when the clock struck 3 a.m., I stirred to suggest we go to bed, but he tightened his arms around me like a child refusing to let go of their favourite teddy bear.

“No. Don’t move. Just stay.”

I laughed softly. “Alright, Joey. I’m not going anywhere.”

He hummed contentedly, nuzzling closer.

“You know we were supposed to go out tomorrow,” I murmured after a beat.

“Mm, cancel it,” he mumbled. “I just want to cuddle with my girl all day.”

I smiled against his chest, my hand slipping under the hem of his hoodie to rest against the warm skin of his side.

“We can do that,” I whispered.

We fell asleep like that. Wrapped in each other. Safe. Home.

It was nearly noon by the time we stirred again.

I blinked my eyes open, nestled beneath a mound of blankets and warm limbs. Joe's arm was still slung lazily around my waist, his face pressed to the side of my neck, his breath soft and steady. The living room had filled with golden morning light, dancing through the half-closed curtains, warming the room like a quiet blessing.

I shifted slightly to stretch, and felt his arm tighten instinctively.

“Don’t even think about moving,” came his groggy voice, muffled slightly by my hair. “I’ve got you exactly where I want you.”

I smiled, the kind that bloomed from my chest outward. “I was just going to grab us tea.”

“No.” He burrowed deeper against me. “You move, I die.”

I laughed quietly, reaching a hand up to stroke his curls. “That’s dramatic, even for you.”

“Not dramatic,” he murmured. “Just deeply in love.”

That made me still.

He didn’t say it for effect. Didn’t say it to win me over or charm me. He said it sleepily, sincerely, without even lifting his head from my neck.

“I love you too,” I whispered, twisting slightly so I could press a kiss to the top of his head.

He finally moved then, just enough to look up at me. His eyes were sleep-heavy and glassy, but there was a sparkle in them, too. That Joseph Quinn sparkle that never really went away, no matter how tired he was.

“Can’t believe I got so bloody lucky,” he said softly.

“Joe…”

“No, seriously,” he went on, propping himself up on his elbow now, eyes fixed on me like I was made of stars. “You...you're just… You take care of me. You listen to me rant about directors you’ve never met, actors you don’t know, and you don’t even flinch when I go off on tangents for hours. You never once told me to stop doing this job even when it means I’m gone for months. You don’t complain. You just love me.”

I reached up to brush my fingers across his cheek. “Of course I love you. I knew what this life would be like. I chose you, Joe. All of you.”

He closed his eyes for a beat, like the weight of those words settled right into his bones.

“You know what they say?” he whispered, eyes opening again. “Behind every strong man…”

I smiled. “Is an even stronger woman?”

He nodded, eyes glinting with sincerity. “You are. Stronger than I’ll ever be.”

“Joe”

“No, listen to me,” he said, voice dipping just above a whisper. “You hold me together when I feel like I’m crumbling. You remind me who I am when I lose myself in a character for too long. You kiss my forehead when I’m sick and laugh at my terrible jokes and make me feel… human. I’d go mad without you.”

My chest ached, in the way it does when someone says something so vulnerable, so beautiful, you don’t quite know what to do with it.

“I’d never let you go mad,” I whispered.

He smiled, wide and lazy, and leaned in to kiss me. It wasn’t rushed, or wild it was soft, sure, full of meaning. His hand cupped my cheek and I melted into him, every inch of my body relaxing again.

After a few minutes of quiet kissing and soft smiles, I pulled back with a sigh. “Alright. We do need tea.”

He groaned. “Fine. But I’m coming with you. I can’t be more than a foot away from you at any given time today.”

I laughed, pushing him off gently. “Clingy.”

“Proud of it.”

We padded into the kitchen, barefoot and still in pyjamas. He sat at the breakfast bar, head in his hands, watching me like I was some rare painting as I made tea and grabbed the leftover banana bread from the tin.

“You know,” he said after a sip of his tea, “I don’t think I ever want to leave this flat again.”

“Good thing we’ve got nowhere to be,” I said, sliding a slice of bread his way.

He grinned. “I lied about wanting to go out, you know. Yesterday. I only said it because I thought you’d want to.”

“I only said yes because I thought you wanted to.”

He laughed, mouth full. “We’re hopeless.”

“Hopelessly in sync.”

The rest of the day passed in a haze of soft warmth and slower-than-usual time.

We lay on the sofa for hours, flicking through old movies, half-watching as he played with my fingers or buried his face in my neck. At some point, I made cheese toasties, which he declared “the meal of kings,” before insisting on doing the dishes while humming a little song about how in love he was.

Later, as the sun started to dip below the windowsill, we climbed back into bed, fully dressed but fully content. I was reading, and Joe was lying beside me, head on my stomach, fingers tracing light patterns along my side.

“Can I ask you something?” he murmured.

“Course.”

“If I’d met you sooner… do you think we’d still have found our way here?”

I looked down at him. “Yeah. I think we’d always end up here.”

He reached up, tangled his fingers with mine. “I like to think so too.”

There was something so utterly romantic about the simplicity of the moment. No pressure. No red carpets or film sets or people asking for photos. Just us. Quiet and full of love.

“Marry me one day?” he asked suddenly, voice light but sincere.

I raised an eyebrow. “Are you proposing in pyjamas?”

He laughed, cheeks flushed. “Not officially. I just want you to know I’m already planning the rest of my life with you.”

I leaned down, kissed the tip of his nose. “That’s good. Because I was already planning mine with you.”

He practically beamed. “God, I love you.”

“You’ve mentioned.”

He kissed my belly through my shirt and murmured, “Not enough.”

Eventually, we fell asleep again, limbs tangled and hearts full.

And in that quiet, in the way his thumb brushed over my hand even in sleep, I knew I’d never feel more loved than I did in that tiny flat, wrapped up in Joseph Quinn’s arms, on the laziest day of our lives.

[bitchinbarzal]

Dad | J Woll

summary: he’s the dad that stepped up.

-

The first time Joey meets Finn, it’s chaos.

You’d given him a heads-up that your four-year-old was a ball of energy with no filter but you don’t think Joey quite believed you.

Not until Finn comes sprinting into the living room, arms spread wide like an airplane, skidding to a stop right in front of Joey’s legs.

Finn stares up at him, wide-eyed. “Mom says you play hockey.”

Joey, crouching to Finn’s level, nods. “That’s right, bud.”

Finn narrows his eyes. “Are you good?”

Joey laughs, glancing at you. “I like to think so.”

Finn’s head tilts. “Are you the one who stops the pucks?”

“Yep. I’m a goalie.”

Finn’s expression turns skeptical. “That’s a really big net.”

“Yeah, but I make it look small,” Joey grins.

Finn seems to consider this, then folds his arms. “Prove it.”

Your eyes widen. “Finn—”

But Joey is already on board, holding out a hand. “Alright, how about this? We grab a couple of socks, make a ball, and you try to score on me. If I stop it, you gotta call me the best goalie ever.”

Finn eyes him suspiciously before nodding. “Deal.”

Joey winks at you before following Finn to the hallway, where the impromptu game begins. You lean against the counter, arms crossed, watching as Finn lets out exaggerated commentary about his own skills while Joey plays along, blocking each shot with ease.

Finn, ever competitive, tries harder, but Joey anticipates every move. Finally, Finn huffs, hands on his hips. “Okay. You’re kinda good.”

Joey grins. “Only kinda?”

Finn squints at him before conceding. “Fine. Best goalie ever.”

You shake your head, hiding a smile. Joey catches your eye and winks. And just like that, he’s in.

Joey eases into Finn’s life like he was always meant to be there.

At first, it’s small things — watching cartoons together, answering Finn’s endless questions about hockey, letting him steal his Leafs beanie even though it keeps slipping down over his eyes.

But then it turns into real things — taking Finn home from daycare, carrying him on his shoulders when he gets too tired to walk, knowing exactly how to soothe him after a bad dream.

And Finn? He adores him.

It’s easy to see in the way he lights up whenever Joey walks into the room, the way he tugs Joey’s sleeve at dinner to show him the “coolest dinosaur ever” on his placemat, the way he demands that Joey helps with bedtime stories because “he does the voices better.”

One night, you find them on the couch, Finn curled up in Joey’s lap, completely knocked out. Joey meets your eyes over the top of Finn’s head, his hand rubbing small circles on Finn’s back.

“Guess he likes me,” Joey murmurs.

You swallow past the lump in your throat, brushing a hand over Finn’s messy curls. “Yeah. He really does.”

Joey doesn’t say anything, just presses a soft kiss to Finn’s head before settling back against the cushions. And something in your heart clicks into place.

One afternoon, Finn storms into the kitchen, frustration written all over his tiny face.

“Mom,” he declares, arms crossed. “I don’t like that my last name is different than Joey’s.”

You nearly drop the plate you’re holding. “Oh.”

Joey, who had just walked in behind Finn, pauses. “What brought this on, bud?”

Finn turns to him, serious. “Jack said only real dads help with homework. And you always help me. So you should be my real dad.”

Silence hangs heavy in the air. You glance at Joey, unsure of what to say, but his expression is soft, careful.

“Well,” Joey kneels down, resting a gentle hand on Finn’s shoulder. “Family isn’t just about names, you know. I don’t have to be your real dad to love you like one.”

Finn frowns. “But I want you to be.”

Your heart clenches. Joey’s lips press together for a moment before he cups the back of Finn’s head. “No matter what, I’m always going to be here for you, okay? Names don’t change that.”

Finn studies him for a second, then seems satisfied. He nods, then reaches for Joey’s hand, tugging him toward the living room. “Okay. Can we play mini sticks now?”

Joey glances at you. You nod, offering him a smile, and he squeezes Finn’s hand. “Of course, bud.”

You watch them go, warmth spreading through your chest.

The first time Finn calls Joey “Dad” it’s completely accidental.

You’re in the kitchen, clearing up dinner plates, when Finn runs in, face bright with excitement.

“Dad, can we play mini sticks?”

Joey freezes. You do too. Finn, oblivious, just looks up at him expectantly.

Joey recovers first, a slow smile spreading across his face. “Yeah, buddy. Go grab your stick.”

Finn takes off down the hall. You and Joey stare at each other. Your heart is in your throat.

“Did you hear that?” Joey’s voice is quiet, careful.

You nod. “Yeah.”

He hesitates. “Are you okay with it?”

You swallow, stepping closer. “Are you?”

His expression softens, something unreadable flickering in his eyes. “More than okay.”

That’s all you need to hear.

From that day on, Joey is Dad. Maybe not by blood, but in every way that matters.

And when Finn, half-asleep one night, mumbles, “Love you, Dad,” Joey’s voice wavers just a little when he whispers, “Love you too, buddy.”

[starsinthesky5]

would songbird be able to convince joey to go on stage during her tour (like travis did with Taylor sorta thing?)

a/n: this was so fun to write about :( so many thoughts in my head about it

never in a million years would she ask him to get up on that stage. not because she doubts he’d do it for her, but because she knows him too well to ever put him in that position. joe is the type of man who would move mountains for the people he loves. he’ll do the things that scare him, the uncomfortable, vulnerable, soul-baring things—if it’s for her, he won’t even flinch. but the truth is, she loves him too much to let him do that if it’s not his choice. and being up on a stage, center spotlight, with thousands of screaming fans watching his every move? that’s not joe. that’s never been joe.

because the only time joe has ever felt truly safe in front of a crowd is when he’s in pads and cleats, helmet snug on his head, blocking the noise and the lights. football is the only stage that’s ever made sense to him, because the helmet is his armor. it dulls the roar, narrows the vision. he forgets about the crowd. the chaos fades. the world tightens into twenty-five-second bursts of rhythm and instinct, and that he can handle. that is where he’s always felt in control.

but standing on her stage? no helmet. no playbook. just him, bare and visible and seen in ways that make his stomach twist? that’s different. that’s not a world he was built for, and she would never ask him to cross that line just for the sake of a moment. not even for a show-stopping surprise. not even to match the headlines.

and she’s okay with that. more than okay, actually. because their relationship has never been about showmanship or spectacle. it’s not about proving anything to the world. it’s the quiet, enduring kind of love, the type that doesn’t need a stage to feel big.

of course, she could probably get him to do it. she’s the one person who can coax him into anything with just a look. he always softens for her, always folds when her voice goes a little sweet and her fingers brush up the inside of his arm and she says, “please, joey?”, but that’s the thing. she never uses that tone when it comes to stuff like this. because she respects him too much. because she knows his boundaries aren’t walls to climb or challenges to overcome—they’re part of who he is, and she loves every single part.

so no, joe doesn’t strut onto her stage in a surprise moment. he doesn’t dance in front of pyrotechnics or wave to a roaring crowd. but what he does do is show up, fully and quietly, in all the ways that count.

he’s backstage every night when it’s about to wrap up, hoodie up, security pass clipped to his lanyard, hands tucked into his pockets as he leans against a rig or crouches at the side of the stage. he watches her like he’s memorizing something sacred, mouthing the lyrics to every song, smiling every time she points at a fan or throws her head back and laughs between verses. sometimes, when she looks over her shoulder between songs, she catches a glimpse of him in the wings—steady and unshakable. her anchor in a sea of light and noise.

during the middle stretch of her set, when the band hits a groove and she’s off doing her costume change, joe slips out to the barricade. not for photos or fanfare—he keeps it lowkey, always—but to be there, present with the people who love her just like he does. he hands out guitar picks to kids in the front row, laughs with a dad who drove his daughter eight hours for this show. he hums along to the interlude under his breath. he’s not performing. he’s participating. because her world is his world, too.

when the final note echoes out and the crowd erupts and she comes bounding off stage—sweat-drenched, adrenaline-high, heart racing—he’s already there. towel in one hand, her water bottle in the other, grin wide and eyes full of love.

“you were magic tonight,” he says, voice low, arms already opening to catch her as she jumps into them.

and she melts into him, every single time. because even if he never once steps on her stage, he’s the one who grounds her after every show. he’s the calm after the chaos, the hand she reaches for when the lights go down.

he may never be part of the performance, but he’s her biggest fan. her most constant presence.

and that means more than any surprise cameo ever could.

[oxymorayuri]

❞𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞❝

[ Ace | Kid | Law | Doffy ] Summary » Get down on your knees, sweetie and hold on tight. He will make you feel how much he wants you and give you what you need, you dirty girl. pssst... you don't have to be in a relationship to have your first time ;) Warnings » Mature content - "BDSM" - rough sex - rape »»» If you have problems with he content marked in red, please don't read the part with Doflamingo <3 - NO PROOFREADING -

! ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ !

ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ

𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓: Law, Kid, Doffy : xuchuan/序川_ | Ace: kameoka908

A/N: The results of the last poll showed that this was the topic you wanted most. I can understand that (you naughty ones, lol), but I think it's sad that "He confesses his love?!" didn't win... *puts it in drafts anyway*

Some songs I heard while writing 🔥 ; Ari Abdul - Girls On The Internet / Mickey Valen - Chills (feat. Joey Myron) / Kailee Morgue - Siren / Shaker - BODY

𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐃. 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐚𝐰

[ 2086 words ]

Without any understanding of what is happening around you, you kneel on the floor with your hands tied behind your back.

A blindfold prevents you from seeing what Law is planning to do to you, his steps are barely audible but you turn your head every time you hear a small sound.

The cold air wraps around your exposed body like silk, hardening your nipples and the only thing you can hear is the clacking sound of Law's shoes, while he circles around you like a predator.

Your breathing is a little heavy and nervous, waiting for something to happen, for Law to touch you, but Law just enjoys the sight.

He crouches down behind you, whispering in your ear with his deep yet calm voice, with no intention of touching you.

“Just for the record, you really want this, y/n-ya?”

Shivers run down your spine, making your heart beat faster, because his calm voice carries something commanding, something dangerous... something that makes you addicted.

“Y-Yes…” You whisper.

The corners of his mouth turn up into a dirty grin and he stands up again, leaving you kneeling on the cold floor.

"We'd better keep this between the two of us, you understand that, right?" His voice seems a little further away and shortly afterwards you hear something that sounds like rubber snapping against skin.

He slowly walks towards you again, his eyes wandering along your fine curves illuminated by the bright lamps, while he unbuttons his shirt to take it off.

“Yes…” you say quietly but this time with a firm undertone.

You can hardly believe how you both came to this, but you know that when you leave this room again, you have to pretend it never happened.

After all, this is not a passionate encounter between you… More like one between doctor and patient... although it looks a bit bizarre, but Law is just doing you a favor.

At least that's what you think, since there were never any kind of romantic signs between you… despite the fact that you have feelings for him, but you don't think he'll reciprocate.

“How are your knees? Do they hurt?” - “No, they don't.” You adjust yourself briefly, the long kneeling is indeed making itself felt, but somehow you like kneeling before him like a prisoner… without defense, just as nature created you…

and placed under the light of the infirmary.

It feels really good...

“Good girl.” His voice hums and excitement rises in you. You can literally hear the smile on his lips, while you neither know where he really is nor what he's up to.

Standing just a step in front of you, Law looks down at you as you stare cluelessly ahead, not really realizing that he's standing right in front of you.

"Look up at me, y/n-ya" You are taken aback by the near sound of his voice and just as he commands, you tilt your head back and look up.

“Good girl.” His praise makes you feel weak inside and the tingling in your stomach grows stronger towards your longing little cunt.

A feeling that you've missed so much and why you're both here...

It was certainly unpleasant to talk to Law about the fact that you have difficulty getting aroused, but you never dreamed it would come to this.

You had rather thought that there was a drug similar to viagra. A stimulant that would increase the humidity in your cave, but Law had a different idea. This one…

He crouches down and grabs your chin, watching you breathe heavily through your nose at the sudden touch and brushes his thumb over your bottom lip.

The feeling of the latex gloves is a little foreign, but you can feel the warmth of his hand. He presses a little against your teeth, causing you to open your mouth and welcome his thumb into your hot mouth.

As if under hypnosis, you suck on his finger and hear a satisfied hum from Law. He changes his finger and you greedily run your tongue around it.

“You're such a good girl…”

His finger leaves your mouth and strokes down your neck to your belly, leaving a wet trail of saliva behind.

His hand moves further down and you suck in your breath as he briefly runs two fingers through your puffy folds. The sudden touch pierces through your body and makes you aching for more.

Unfortunately for you, he prefers to take his time with you, which he obviously enjoys. Who could blame him?

Your somewhat nervous demeanor only makes the sight more arousing and every little reaction from you brings a little flicker to his eyes.

All you can feel is Law's hand on your back and then he suddenly picks you up. Since you can't see anything, everything happens a little too fast, making you feel like you've been thrown off balance.

He takes a few steps with you and sets you down on a cool, metallic surface. The faint smell of disinfectant hits your nose. You must be sitting on the operating table, you suspect.

Law spreads your legs wide, thinking he could take you here and now if he wanted to, since the table has the perfect height, but he wants to hear you beg for it.

His hands caress the inside of your thighs and pass close to your core, over to your pelvis. These indirect but intense touches make you insane, the burning in your center increases and you move your butt desperately back and forth.

Law's deep laugh fills the room as his hand moves over your hips to your breasts.

"You're a needy little girl, aren't you y/n-ya?"

You're a little embarrassed. The way you respond to his touch, you couldn't say that you have a problem with getting aroused.

No matter what you tried to get yourself in the mood, you didn't get wet. At first it helped to think about Law, but at some point even that wasn't enough.

“I need you Law…” Came quietly from your lips. Somewhat perplexed, Law stopped in his tracks. It took him a second to process what was coming from your sweet lips.

He runs his tongue over his lips while looking into your blushing face

“Oh yeah, you need me, y/n-ya?” Your name in his mouth sounds dirtier than usual and he gently strokes your sensitive nipples.

Overwhelmed by the wet feeling of his tongue on your breast, you hum softly and nod your head.

A little bite in your nipple makes you twitch.

"Say it, y/n-ya." he demands of you, his breath on your skin and two fingers on your nipple pinching it.

“Ahh hah, I need you Law!” You whimper with excitement rather than pain.

"Yeah, I knew you needed me." His voice becomes a little darker and confident.

You try to lean back a little and support yourself with your hands, but the ropes make it a little difficult. Despite the pain, you don't let it stop you from enjoying Law's gentle kisses between your breasts and you let your head fall back.

Your soft moans fill the room as Law teases your nipples with his tongue while one hand strokes your thigh up and down, always a little closer to your pussy.

Instinctively your hips move back and forth in response to his stimulating touch, leaving your body aching for more.

Law placed his thumb between your folds and began to circle over your clit. Sliding slowly down a little to glide over your hole with light pressure. By this point your pussy is so wet, that he literally slips through your puffy folds, making your cunt produce lewd noises.

"Tell me, were you this wet, when you thought about me in your bed?" Your body tenses, not daring to speak as his deep voice fills your ear. Law has to smirk a little at how cravingly you squish your pussy into his gloved hand.

"The way you moaned my name made me almost go crazy, you know y/n-ya? It cost me a lot not to barge into your room…"

You bite your lower lip… Did he eavesdrop on you?

"Were you no longer satisfied at some point and that's why you came to me…" The pace of his fingers between your lips increased, raising the heat in your chest.

“…because you need me?” With your brain running at full capacity to process all these feelings, the only thing that comes out of your lips is an unrestrained moan.

He praises you repeatedly, calling you his 'good girl' while leaving a trail of kisses all the way down your belly.

He takes in the sight of your lovely swollen puss, feeling the tension in his pants.

“Such a beautiful pussy…” he whispers as he drops his pants. His breath brushes over your cunt and makes it twitch slightly. He grabs you by the lower legs and pulls you towards him while you struggle to keep your balance.

Slowly, he runs his warm tongue between your lovely lips and gently strokes your clitoris. He enjoys you to the full while his slow movements drive you over the edge.

You would like to grab his head and push him closer to feel some relief, but the ropes prevent you from doing so.

“Law I want you!” You moan, longing for relief.

His slow tongue strokes are warm and the even pressure is tickling your nerves. He licks your sweet spot one last time with his tongue before he fulfills your wish.

He eagerly places his magnificent piece at your entrance and smears himself with a mixture of his spit and your juice as he strokes his tip through your folds.

"Do you want me to thrust my dick inside you?" he asks you in a raspy voice. You nod your head enthusiastically, but Law leaves you waiting, to enjoy the sight of his cock sliding effortlessly through your soft lobes.

All of a sudden he violently pushes into you and his name escapes your lips. He pushes his whole length into your pussy hole, making it difficult for you to hold yourself with your tied hands.

Law notices your misery and reaches for the ropes to untie them as he penetrates your tight hole over and over again.

With your mouth slightly open, you try to get your rapid breathing under control, but the sensation caused by Law's movements is overwhelming.

His fast and deep thrusts bring you closer towards your climax and you can barely keep up with the moans.

"Uhh, Law… mhh I think I'm gonna cum!"

But before you can reach your orgasm, Law pulls out and leaves you feeling empty.

You whimper a few incomprehensible words and beg him to fill you up again. Law, who just wanted to delay his own orgasm, dives into you again but this time starts to pleasure you with slow and steady thrusts.

You start massaging your breasts with your hands, which drives Law insane. You squeeze and pinch both your nipples, unable to see how Law watches you with satisfaction in his eyes.

Suddenly, Law grabs your blindfold and rips it off your face. You have to blink a few times to get used to the bright light but quickly your attention is focused on the way you are being fucked by Law.

With his lips slightly parted, he struggles to breathe but his eyes are fixed on you as you fondle your bare breasts.

Watching him fuck the soul out of your body gives you a little reminder of what's happening in reality. With the blindfold you had a sort of distance from what was going on between you, as if you were being fucked by a stranger.

It was exciting, but watching Law, as he enjoys thrusting his hips into you, is even more exciting.

You barely managed to hold on to Law's shoulders as he lifted you up while his member was still inside you.

Automatically you wrap your legs around his hips and with his hands on your butt he moves you up and down, on his dick in a gentle motion.

Moaning, you nestle against his neck and enjoy the feeling of his hot skin on your naked chest.

𝐏𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐠𝐚𝐬 𝐃. 𝐀𝐜𝐞

[ 576 words ]

A/N: Ace is really short, sorry. I'll make up for it soon with a spicy OneShot :D

Both of you, completely out of breath, try to keep the noise to a minimum. If someone catches you, bad rumors will spread around the ship, but you can't resist Ace any longer.

In a storage room, you cling to Ace who lavishes you with a thousand kisses on your neck. Usually no one ever comes in here because there's nothing but useless junk, but the thrill of being caught is pretty exciting.

Again and again you remind each other to be quiet as your lips fall over each other.

The way he grabs your breasts and strokes your hips tells you that he's greedy for more. Greedy for you.

And you are just as greedy. Your hands run curiously over his chest, feeling every muscle. His body is burning hot, so hot that you need to get out of your clothes quickly and as you reach for the hem of your top, Ace is happy to help you free yourself from your clothes.

Stripped of your clothes, you explore each other's bodies in the dark storage room without parting your lips for once.

All you can feel is how Ace traces soft kisses down your neck all the way down to your wet pussy. You lift one leg and try to support yourself against the wall while Ace runs his warm tongue through your folds.

“Mhmh, y/n, you taste so good.”

He grabs your buttocks while he devours your pussy juices and moans in pleasure along with you. You grab his black hair and move your hips to his licking movements.

His warm tongue is truly talented and you enjoy how evenly and slowly he strokes through your folds. Over and over again he presses his tongue against your hole only to then skillfully stroke your sweet little clit.

“Mhmm Ace, please put it in.” you whimper a little. You want to feel him inside you.

He turns you to face the wall and lifts one of your legs. You immediately stick your butt out towards him and feel his massive erection on your ass, just waiting to explore your soft hole.

He guides his big friend to your entrance and you both moan in pleasure as he slides it inside you. For a brief moment, he lingers in the position where he has his entire member inside you. Your walls wrap around him so comfortably tight.

Surely but slowly he starts to penetrate you.

If you had known how big he was, you would have let him touch you much earlier, but well, better later than never…

With Ace's hands firmly on your hips, he guides you towards him again and again with force. Both your breaths are ragged and you keep forgetting that you could be just a moment away from being caught.

His hand finds its way along your skin to your breast and massages it gently. He pulls you a little closer so that you arch your back and he peppers your neck with lots of hot kisses. You feel your hair standing straight

You feel your hair stand straight and you happily surrender to his every touch, feeling tempted to disappear into this little secret chamber more often. With Ace, of course.

Just as you are both getting closer to climaxing, without any control over your voices, you hear footsteps from outside that you don't register at all.

“Hello, is anyone in there?”

𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐨

[ 2344 words ]

All kinds of gorgeous women are lined up in a row, including you. In the beginning your group was much larger, but a few women have already been sorted out by Diamante, one of the king's three highest officers. Women who might not be to the king's taste.

Dressed in skimpy clothes, you stand in a large hall in the castle and wait for Doflamingo to appear. The king has once again tortured his last toy to death and demands to see all the unmarried women in the kingdom...

Frightened, you stand between women who confidently assume that they could win the king's heart, but you know that he has no heart.

The massive door opens and the man in question walks in. He walked past all the women without even glancing at them, while a few ladies lost their composure due to excitement.

You pray that he doesn't choose you… That maybe he won't choose anyone, because no one catches his interest. But unfortunately for you, he stops right in front of you and turns to face you.

“You look scared…” There's something crazy about the smile on his face and you don't dare move a muscle.

He grabs your chin and looks at your face. Your widened eyes stare at him in fear, you try to avoid his gaze but he forces you to look into your horrified reflection in his glasses.

“I'll take that.” he announces and disappears from the hall again. Tears well up in your eyes as you realize that he doesn't even see you as a human being. You're just an object he pleasures himself with until you break.

Servants come quickly and lead you through the long corridors without talking to you. Everything seems so foreign to you and you don't dare say a word…

You don't really want to know what's happening to you now. Even though you know exactly what is going to happen, you want to block it out, maybe there will be a chance to escape, but that chance didn't arise…

The maids bathed you, perfumed you and applied expensive lotions to make your skin soft and smooth. After they put you in a silky nightgown, which to your surprise was quite pretty rather than slutty, they led you to the attached bedchamber.

They made you sit on the huge bed, on which you felt a little lost because it was so big, and guarded you. Their eyes are cold and reserved on you, but earlier, when they bathed you and you cried, the pity in their eyes was obvious.

You feel like a doll that has been glammed up to please the king and now you have to wait for him to come and play with you…

You think of your family and friends that you will probably never see again and fight back your tears. You're a bit scared, especially because it's your first time...

The double doors of the room open and you don't even have to look up to know who is entering. His wicked chuckle is easy to recognize and you clench your fists to hide your shaking hands.

"Fufufu - How nicely they've arranged you for me."

His frame casts a shadow over you that makes you look up at him slowly. Your frightened demeanor amuses him, causing him to smile maliciously and he places his knee on the bed, coming close to you.

"Get out." He spoke without taking his eyes off you and the maids quickly hurried out of the room.

There you are now. Alone with Doflamingo.

You clutch the pink silk sheets and grit your teeth. With all your might you try not to look too afraid, but Doflamingo can literally taste that you are tense.

“Why are you so scared? fufufu.” There's something poisonous about his voice, something that makes you shudder. The closer he gets to you, the more you scoot backwards to keep your distance.

What you should know is that Doflamingo enjoys this game of cat and mouse. You are his prey and he will definitely snatch you. The way you wiggle backwards into the many cushions is simply entertaining.

Your heart skips a beat as you realize that you can't get any further back, because the head of the bed is behind you.

You don't even have the nerve to think about how you can convince Doflamingo not to sleep with you while he's reaching for you. But do you really think you can convince him with your words? Probably not.

He will make use of your body and nothing can stop him, you are sure of that. That's why you just sit in front of him, like a scared little bunny, making itself smaller and smaller.

His fingers go through your hair and holds it up to his nose. You stare stiffly at him as he savors your scent.

“Ahhh…” He moans satisfied and brushes your hair against his cheek "Your scent is so bewitching, I fucking love it." You swallow hard. You want to scream but you're afraid to make even the slightest noise.

“But you know what I love even more? The fear in your eyes.”

He grabs you roughly by the chin and forces you to look up at him. You breathe anxiously through your nose.

He is crazy.

You manage to gain control of your body and push him away from you. Surprisingly, he allows you to do so.

“Are you scared? Fufufu…” He leans back a little and looks down at your pathetic figure as he removes his shirt. You avoid his gaze and turn your face downwards.

You feel uncomfortable that he's making fun of you like this. His long index finger appears in your field of vision and Doflamingo lifts your chin.

"Don't be afraid, I can start by myself if you like." His voice is calm and a little teasing but the words he says sound lewd, something you're not used to.

You shyly dare to take a look at his upper body. His abs are nicely tanned and well trained. Surely, if he wasn't such a sick man, he would be every woman's dream.

You watch him as he unzips his pink pants allowing his long member to finally escape the prison of his tight pants. You swallow a little. This size is definitely not for beginners…

“Fufufu… Are you that hungry to swallow like this; or are you just shocked?"

Caught off guard, you look up at him. You didn't realize that Doflamingo was someone observing you so closely. Nervously, you bite your lip.

You had rather expected him to pounce on you and tear your clothes off, but he just sits in front of you and undresses himself with no hurry, while you ogle at his body with uncertainty.

Suddenly he rushes towards you and leans over you, stroking his member with one hand. Startled, you grab the blanket with both hands and press yourself into the mattress, hoping it will swallow you whole.

You try to avoid any kind of physical contact and close your legs. Unfortunately, Doflamingo forces his leg between them before you can do so.

“Don't be shy, dear.” He runs his tongue over his lips as if he wants to devour you and you turn your head to the side. You look around the room, the only option is to make a run for your life, as fast as you can, but will you be fast enough?

Doflamingo straightens up and strokes your thigh lovingly, gushing over the sight of you. You look so pathetic the way you desperately try to figure your escape.

It's written all over your face that you're scared. Probably not scared enough to make smart decisions, because you jump up, push Doflamingo away and run for the door.

You don't have the nerve to even notice that Doflamingo doesn't move a bit. He just laughs his nasty laugh. Just before you can reach for the doorknob, several thin strings wrap around you and hold you in place.

You try to defend yourself and stretch towards the door, but you quickly realize that the strands are cutting into your skin and blood starts to flow in some places.

Before you know it, Doflamingo is standing behind you and grabs you roughly by the neck, throwing you to the ground. He loosens your strings and applies pressure to your back with his foot.

It hurts. He presses his foot into your spine and when you try to support yourself from the ground, he crushes your head back down. Your tears gather. Why doesn't he just find someone who's into stuff like this?

“If you behave yourself, we'll both have a lot of fun…” His voice is no longer teasing, more threatening, as if you're going to die if you don't start acting good.

He grabs your arm and pulls you up. With one hand he makes a strange gesture and you immediately feel the strings tighten around your neck.

"If you're acting bad, I'll kill you." It gets tighter around your neck and you try to move as little as possible while you can't breathe.

You find yourself on the bed again and Doflamingo, who has completely separated from his pants right in front of the bed, looks down at you with a dark expression. His nasty smile has disappeared.

“It would be a shame if I had to kill you, so I hope you behave yourself.” His words leave you defenseless. If you deny him your body now, you will die. You swallow and look fearfully at where you suspect his eyes are.

“I… I'll b-behave.” Your voice is barely a whisper and shaky.

“Very good.” The corners of his mouth turn upwards and his strings loosen at your throat.

He kneels on the bed and pulls you closer using your thighs. His member lands on top of you and reaches your belly button. Aside from its length, you are concerned about its width. That's going to split you in two…

His big hand runs down your thigh, moving over to your stomach.

"The fabric looks gorgeous on your body." Unexpectedly gentle, he goes over your chest. The cool fabric of your nightgown stimulates your nipple and it stiffens.

However, it disgusts you that such tender touches belong to a loathsome man like him.

He grabs you by the neckline of your nightgown and literally rips the whole thing off your body. You flinch and try to cross your arms in front of your chest.

This sudden exposure makes your face flush crimson red. You feel his strings on your wrists and they pull your arms over your head.

“That's a nice sight.” You can't look at his messed up smile and close your eyes. You feel his cock throbbing against your body as he takes great pleasure in the way you try desperately to control your breathing without making a sound.

“Look at me.” His voice is cold and you widen your eyes, not daring to blink.

He strokes over your panties and applies a little pressure to your clit. Using slow circular movements, he caresses your little cunt, making it twitch. He runs his fingers over your skin with great tenderness and disappears under your underwear and his cold fingers make you twitch.

You curse yourself for feeling the pleasure of his touch. You're no stranger to such touches, you've done it to yourself before, but when someone else does it, it's a whole different story.

You bite your lip; surprisingly, he touches you just the way you like it. As if he knows your body all too well.

You tense your body. You don't want to be aroused by him, but unfortunately you are forced to realize that your body is moistening your folds all by itself.

"There is no point in resisting, my dear."

He pushes your underwear aside and places his member at your entrance. Your pleading looks only excite him even more and he stuffs his entire tip into your soft pussy. “N-no…! please don't.” you beg but he ignores you and continues to slowly drive his cock into you. The wetness of your cunt is barely enough for his shaft and you look down at yourself in pain, only to realize that he hasn't even come close to disappearing inside you.

Suddenly he stops.

“Fufufufufu… What do we have here? A virgin?” He licks his lips and rips his glasses off his face after discovering your blood on his member. He looks down at his cock and you are speechless about how his eyes can look even crazier than his smile does.

Your heart skips a beat as he looks directly into your pupils. His eyes are terrifying and more aggressive than you could have imagined.

“This seems to be my lucky day!” he gets louder. His laughter is maddening and without warning he thrusts his whole cock into your little hole. The pain tears you apart and you feel your warm blood running down your butt.

His thrusts are so fast that your whole body tenses up. Hoping that by resisting, you'll be able to stay focused and not go crazy from the adrenaline and pain.

Both the pain and the excitement of his hard thrusts drive you into madness. You let your head fall back and pray that it will end soon or you will find yourself passing out from the pain.

You feel stretched out and his movements are way too fast.

You can't even desperately hold on to the bed because your hands are still tied together over your head and so you let yourself be fucked into mad despair...

𝐄𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐊𝐢𝐝

[ 1675 words ]

It felt like it was the hundredth drunk guy grabbing your ass today. With a sudden yank, you hit the guy, while balancing a tablet with your other hand. The man was literally smashed into the ground and the floorboards broke... that's the kind of strength you have.

Drunk men are disgusting, bleurgh...

"Get your hands off me you disgusting bastard!" You wave your hand a little and blow it as you feel the heat from the impact, suppressing a smile as you look at the mark on the guy's face.

Your own hand is starting to hurt, after all the punches you've thrown at men today. You give the drunkard a disgusted face and waddle back to the bar.

You watch his comrades angrily, as they try to pick up the guy who's been knocked out and polish a few glasses.

However, that's your job and your life isn't a dream come true. You're lucky that Madame Lingerie took you in and raised you… even though it was in a brothel.

From one of the other tables, loud laughter exploded, drawing your attention to the noisy people.

A large, broadly built man with a body covered in scars and fiery red hair sat in the middle of the seating area. On both sides of him are one of the most beautiful prostitutes from the house, laughing with him about the show you put on in front of everyone.

Eustass Kid. A name that is very well known in this world.

You try to avoid the looks he gives you and clean up behind the bar. You certainly don't need approval from a pirate… and yet you catch yourself glancing over at them, every now and then.

"Hey woman, bring me two beers and sit with me!" He shouts over to you. You straighten your back and look over at him with furrowed brows. Casually you put one hand on your hip while giving him a challenging grin.

“My humble self is not for entertainment Eustass.” Your smile is sassy and Kid bursts out laughing.

“Entertainment? How about some company? You surely need a little break." He shows his teeth while flashing you a big smile.

Well, you have to admit that his devious manner is quite captivating. Something about the way he smiles crookedly at you is quite attractive. Finally someone who can be a pleasant challenge.

Without breaking eye contact, you tap him a new beer, but not a second one. You're sure the second one is for you. It's charming that he buys you a drink, but you prefer something else. You quickly mix yourself your favorite drink and go over to his table.

"Well, I don't see a spot available here." You stand casually with your drinks in your hand. He invites you to join him, but there's not even room for you? His drunken crew members look at you mischievously, too mischievously for your taste. Kid smirks and pats his thigh.

"You're looking for a seat? I've got one right here for you." He laughs at you challengingly. A little stunned, you blink at him but start to run your tongue over your teeth in a combative manner.

“Oh? Two beautiful women by your side aren't enough for you, so you need a third?” You put the drinks down on the table and cross your arms in front of your chest. You're not one of the girls he can pick… Apart from that, you wouldn't like to share.

“Killer, will you take these two for me? I need some space here…” He pushes the ladies away, but they have no problem leaving with Killer.

"Be careful y/n, Kid is a rough man..." one of the girls winks at you as they walk past and you roll your eyes.

If only you knew what she meant by that…

You'd love to blame it on the alcohol that you ended up on his ship but the truth is that the chemistry between you was just too good. You could literally feel the sexual attraction between you.

Making out like crazy, the two of you almost fall into his cabin and with eager hands you run over his chest. You rarely part your hot lips to catch your breath.

His hands reach around you and he lifts you up to carry you over to a table and place you on it without letting go of your lips once. You impatiently try to free yourself from your jacket and draw a deep laugh from Kid.

“Someone wants to get down to business quickly.” - “Shut up and get out of your pants!” You hiss at him and give him a little bite on the lip.

Impatiently, you grab his pants and fumble with his belt but Kid grabs your hand and pulls you away. With just a few quick moves, he turns you around and pushes you onto the table so that your butt is facing him.

He takes his time to enjoy the sight how your leather pants frame your round ass. He loves leather. He kneads and strokes your curves, occasionally giving you a small but tender slap on the ass. A dirty laugh escapes your lips as you look at him over your shoulder.

"So, do you like what you see? Wait till you see my ass without pants.” His eyes move from your ass to your face and a naughty smile adorns his face.

"That's not going fast enough for me." Is all he says before he rips your pants off.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” You try to turn around but Kid holds you down. A little tearfully you mourn your leather pants. They had served you well and now you're going to end up like this? Poor pants.

But your mourning comes to an quick end. Kid slaps your booty vigorously with his hand, causing a resounding noise to echo through the silent room. You feel his handprint precisely and even though it was a bit tingly at first, you feel a growing warmth in your core.

Again and again he reaches for your butt and decorates your skin with red marks of his hand. Each stroke sends you into a frenzy, an overwhelming pain that is both pleasant and humiliating.

In addition, you like to let him hear how much you enjoy his rough behavior and moan without holding back.

"Well you dirty little bitch, you like that?"

You grind your teeth. You're obviously into it. Annoyed and full of lust, you wiggle your ass at him.

"Come on you fucking pirate and just fuck me!" You growl at him. You want sex and you want it now.

To your delight, you hear a clinking sound, a belt buckle opening and shortly afterwards the muffled sound of his pants falling to the floor.

But before he just fucks you, you want to have some fun with him first. You turn around skillfully and get straight down on your knees.

You bite your lip and grin broadly when you see his huge cock. "Delicious." you say in a seductive voice as you look him in the eye. Kid's cock grows instantly as you look at him with your naughty smile.

You caress his cock with your tongue, while moaning softly. His flesh feels so good and you notice how wet you get between your legs. Kid can't stand the sight of you and the feeling of your soft mouth for long and forces you back onto the desk.

With a look of excitement, you spread your legs and wrap your arms around his neck as he strokes his member over your squishy folds. Impatiently, you rub against him and relieve yourself with the pressure his stiff member causes on your clit.

His big hands literally dig into your thighs as he thrusts into you. With low and deep thrusts, he draws sounds of satisfaction from your lips and you let your head fall back.

You wrap your legs around his hips, wanting him even closer to you and pushing him deeper into you. His thick dick fills you up perfectly and the pressure he leaves inside you as he holds this position makes the hair on your arms stand up straight.

“You're pretty greedy, I like that.” He grunts between the thrusts he slams into you.

His hands grab your tits and he pulls and twirls your nipple. You've never been touched so roughly and hell, you never want to miss it again. He gives your breast a little slap and moans dirty words into your face.

“You little slut should be mine.” He grabs you by the throat, with his hand going around your neck with no problem. He doesn't squeeze too hard that you lose your breath, just enough to drive you fucking nuts.

Excited by his overwhelming dominance, you arch your back.

"Mmhm, what's in it for me?" You grab his arm, whose hand is still on your neck, and hold it in place. You like the submissive role.

“You'll get a mouthful of my cock, every night if you like.”

“Mhmm, that's not entirely convincing.” Even though you've discovered your submissive side, you don't want to miss out on the challenge.

You love to provoke him. Suddenly he lifts you up and bends you over the table.

“You like getting your butt slapped, don't you?” His fingers gently caress the curve of your ass.

"Hey, who said you could stop fucking me?" Your cheeky manner earns you a slap on the butt.

"Shut the fuck up." he roars threateningly as he massages the red spot on your ass.

“I'll make you mine, you'll have no say in the matter...” He spreads your legs and gives you a little slap on your puffy pussy.

“I have no objections.” You moan in satisfaction.

Weeehw. It's finally done I hope you enjoyed it. I definitely enjoyed it :3

Kiss kiss your yuri ♡

[toynbeetile]

bitch pick up your goddamn phone youre gonna make me SICK >__<!!!!!

[vortexdoll]

Take a break

Warnings: N/a

Joey Jordison x reader

Summary: You find Joey exhausted in the studio, urging him to take better care of himself.

A/n: n/a

Word count: 1,079

The studio was eerily quiet. Normally, it was a place filled with the rhythmic pounding of drums, distorted guitar riffs, and Joey’s passionate muttering as he lost himself in his craft. But tonight, the only sound was the distant hum of the amplifiers and the soft creak of the door as you stepped inside.

You sighed, rubbing a hand over your face. Again.

Joey had been pushing himself way too hard lately—long rehearsals, late-night recording sessions, barely any sleep in between. He kept saying he was fine, that he just had to “get this last part down” or “finish tweaking this section,” but you could see it. The exhaustion was written all over him—dark circles under his eyes, the way his hands trembled slightly when he thought no one was watching, the way he barely touched his food when you reminded him to eat.

You knew his passion was what made him great. But it was also what would break him if he wasn’t careful.

And now here he was, slumped over the drum kit, passed out cold.

Your heart clenched at the sight of him. His arms were draped over his snare drum, head resting on the toms, his body rising and falling with deep, steady breaths. His black hoodie was bunched up at his shoulders, and his drumsticks were still loosely held in his fingers, as if he had been mid-beat before exhaustion took over.

Shaking your head, you walked over, crouching beside him. “Joey,” you murmured, brushing a few strands of his dark hair out of his face. He didn’t stir.

You sighed, more frustrated than angry, and gently shook his shoulder. “Joey, wake up.”

A groggy groan escaped his lips, his body shifting slightly as he blinked up at you. His eyes were unfocused, hazy with exhaustion, and for a moment, he just stared at you as if trying to remember where he was.

Then, recognition flickered in his gaze, and he attempted a lazy smirk. “Hey, babe,” he mumbled, voice thick with sleep. “What’re you doin’ here?”

“I should be asking you that,” you shot back, crossing your arms. “You were supposed to come home hours ago.”

Joey yawned, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. “Just… lost track of time.”

“You passed out on your drum kit, Joey,” you stressed, standing up. “That’s not losing track of time. That’s your body literally forcing you to stop.”

He groaned and sat up slowly, wincing as he stretched. “I was fine,” he muttered, running a hand through his messy hair.

You scoffed. “You don’t look fine.”

Joey gave you a lopsided grin, clearly trying to downplay his exhaustion. “Aw, but you still think I’m cute, right?”

You weren’t in the mood to play along. “Joey, this isn’t funny.”

His smile faded at your serious tone.

“I mean it,” you continued, stepping closer. “You’ve been running yourself into the ground. You’re barely sleeping, barely eating, and now you’re literally collapsing in the middle of recording sessions.” Your voice wavered slightly, and you hated how worried you sounded, but you couldn’t help it. “I get that you love what you do, but you’re not indestructible, Joey.”

For a long moment, he just sat there, staring down at his drumsticks in his lap. His fingers twirled one absentmindedly, but his usual playfulness was gone.

Then, with a heavy sigh, he reached out, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you between his legs. He pressed his forehead against your stomach, his grip loose but desperate, like he was clinging to you just as much as he was the moment.

“I know,” he murmured.

You softened at the quiet admission, threading your fingers through his hair. “Then why do you keep doing this to yourself?”

Joey exhaled slowly, his breath warm against your shirt. “Because I feel like if I stop, everything’s gonna fall apart.”

You frowned, running your hand through his hair in slow, soothing motions. “Joey…”

“I mean it,” he mumbled, voice barely above a whisper. “The band, the music, everything… it’s what keeps me going. If I let myself rest, even for a second, I feel like I’ll lose it.”

Your chest tightened. You knew how much Slipknot meant to him, how much his drumming defined him. It wasn’t just a job—it was his life. His escape. His way of proving to himself, to the world, that he was somebody.

But at what cost?

You knelt down, cupping his face in your hands and forcing him to look at you. “You won’t lose anything, Joey. The band’s not going anywhere. Your talent’s not going anywhere. But you… you’re gonna burn yourself out if you keep this up.”

He looked at you for a long time, something unreadable in his expression. Then, with a weak smile, he pulled you into his lap, arms wrapped around you tightly.

“I’ll take a break,” he murmured, pressing his face into the crook of your neck. “But only if you stay with me.”

You sighed, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “I’m not going anywhere, dumbass.”

He chuckled softly. “Good. ‘Cause I kinda like having you around.”

You smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “Then start taking better care of yourself, Joey. I don’t wanna have to keep finding you passed out in random places.”

He hummed, nuzzling into you. “No promises.”

You rolled your eyes but didn’t let go. Fine. If he wasn’t going to take care of himself, then you’d just have to do it for him.

[bowiesversion]

close enough, welcome back Barty Crouch Jr

[martincrushcameback]

Haha, stupid <3

adhd run powers and autism focus powers GO. I love that it took three roos before he's like WAIT HUH?

teehee eager Martin bouncies

The immediate slouch to crouch is so fucking cute oh my gods

Also my dad was punched by a kangaroo- Martin would NOT be laughing even if it was a baby that kicked him those things are jacked as fuck.

What am I supposed to do with his deep voice huh WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO it's supposed to be silly

Chris's face here is so good and I don't know why but I LOVE it

"Probably for the same reason I don't want to carry my mom's purse." Is... is it too heavy for you Jimmy? Is her purse full of baby? Does she keep too many weed brownies in there Jimmy???

Someone get an ambulance on standby, Chris is so dead.

Cracked_ribs_incoming.png - I am starting to think that the creature power vests must have built in protective padding or his ribs would be broken like a billion times over by now.

Chris: "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Martin: "We catch the first bus out of here?" STOP IT I LOVE HIM.

"You ok Mr. Z?" Koki is SO endeared with Jimmy's silly antics and so am I.

Martin being so adhd and more interested in riding inside a kangaroo pouch than getting those keys god what a mood.

Look at him, he's perfect. No thoughts in there only bounce.

Chris about to get the shit beat out of him while Martin is like hippyhoppy happy bouncie boy wheeee!!! is so silly

Teehee smol

Do you think the mama kangaroo thinks Martin is a female because he's blue?

Literally the best screenshot get eagle'd idiot

Why he so smol huh what for <3

OK I GUESS

I feel like.... someone's bones should still be broken.

You WOULD like crazy ideas. The bouncing in this episode is animated so adorably

"It looks like he's trying to dunk him" definitely a kid's show he's actively trying to drown the dingo- oh hey Chris actually said it! They try to drown them holy cow.

I love that Martin has the little joey hunch through the entire episode. I also love that they give up getting the keys and immediately get them back.

GODS I love this episode.

[hidtired]

Hangman [Part 3]

(Daryl Dixon x Reader) Masterlist

Description: Y/N Dixon was to be punished for her husbands actions at the line up. Negan decided to do it in style. Daryl watches you hang before being dragged away. But how is he coping when you open the door to his cell as his savior.

2.3k words

Warnings (Mentions of suicide, gore, ANGST, violence, injury, ect.)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Daryl POV

The rattle of a door knob brought him out of thought. When the door didn’t open he thought he imagined it. Maybe he was losing more of a grip on reality. The sleep deprivation wasn’t helping, or the grief. He still heard noises that he imagined. Like the yelp you made when you dropped to the ground and the noose tugged at you. He sat back resting facing the door. The pulsating pain in is eye from being punched. He went to rub at it when a small knock tapped against the door.

He released a sigh, ‘I am losing it.’ Then the rattling of the lock made him tense. He didn’t think he was in there for more than a hour after Negan left to take Carl back to Alexandria? The clicking of pins suggesting it wasn’t from a key. The soft click of the lock releasing made a shiver run up his spine. He cautiously stare at the door creeping open. The light hit his eyes disrupting his view to who it was. The person didn’t speak when they fell to their knees in shock. He got the glimpse of a knife being put to the floor. When they slowly crawled over and gently cupped his face he couldn’t help but stare up and see your face.

He at that moment declared himself crazy. The guilt building in him again, “It’s all my fault… god I love you.” He rose his hand to your face, not wanting this to go away, he didn’t make contact with you just to see you disappear. Then you leaned into his hand. His mouth opened and his heart dropped. He got closer leaning toward you for confirmation he wasn’t crazy. You hadn’t said a word. He looked down to your neck hand slowly tracing down to it. The moment you flinched was like proof of your existence. He released a breath that had caught in his lungs at the original sight of you.

“Y/N?”

His eyes roaming across your face again. You lean down and pecked his lips. He felt like a burst of life just ran back into him. That quick kiss sending him back to life. You started to tug at his arms trying to get him to stand. He took the hint standing. You had made a quick look out the door but he had wrapped his arms around you. The feeling of you relaxing and thumping your head into his chest damn near broke his fragile mental state. The moment was quick with you pulling away and getting something from your pocket and showing it to him. It was the key to his bike. That's when another realization hit him.

‘You came to get him out of here?’

He grabbed the key from your hand staring at it. You were getting him out of here. A switch flipped in him after the shock of seeing you. It was a later thing to talk, they needed out of here first. He grabbed your hand and nodding to you. You smile at him while he walks past to check the hall. Looking back and forth seeing it clear he looked back at you and off you both went to freedom. The door he remembered where his bike was cracked open. Must have been where you got in. He smiled at the thought, ‘Smart girl.’

Pushing the door open crouched he scan the area. Seemed empty? He pulled you along with him to the bike. Letting go of your hand and trying to open the gate as quickly as he could.

“What the hell!”

The surprised voice made him turn. Fat Joey is what they called him. He had his eyes on you looking mortified, then landed on him. A burning feeling set under his skin as he stomped in raged at him. “Woah! L-look man I didn’t see anything!” His eyes scanned from him to you. The first punch Daryl landed sent his sandwich flying to the ground. Through his rage while he beat the man he remembered you were behind him. He stopped fist mid air and turned back to see you staring. Straight faced eyes looking down at the man then back to him. Fat Joey groaned, but Daryl’s eyes were still locked with you. You dragged a finger slowly across your purple and black neck, ‘kill him.’ He did just that. His jumpsuit now splattered with some of Joeys blood as he took the key and approached the bike.

The rumble of it under him then your presence behind him felt like a dream. You had looped your arms under his and he took off getting them out of there. His hands shook with nerves and adrenaline. He was becoming overwhelmed. The taps to his middle from you made him look in his side mirror. They had been driving for almost 40 minutes a ways away from the saviors. You gestured to pull over so he did. He felt on the verge of a panic attack.

The sound of his skin releasing from his tight hold to the handle bars seemed loud to him. His ears rang when your hand went to his shoulder and you leaned over face filling his vision. He doesn’t even feel you get up. Was this real? You rubbed up and down his arm. ‘Ya, this is real.’ His knees shake as he stood getting off the bike. He looks up at you after having his gaze glued to the floor. The guilt was seeping back through. Tears were in your eyes when he met them. A wobble to your lips, something he knew was you trying to not cry.

“I’m so sorry-“

You jumped wrapping your arms around his shoulders. His arms moving to catch you. His hand digging into your hair, a slight sway as in their embrace. He broke down, tears running down and a small hiccup coming out of him. Despite everything he thought he deserved you were still loving him. The unconditional love you gave broke his heart, “I almost killed you- I thought I killed you.” His cry’s grew deeper. You pulled away looking at him at his words. You shook your head. You jabbed a finger in his chest and tapped there. You shook your expressing a hard no. You pointed back down the road with a serious face.

He gulped at your conviction on the matter. He looked at you like you were the world and you caught the broken expression from him. Giving a smile and kiss for emphasis. He inhaled and exhaled, the fighter flight feeling he has had the whole time gone within your touch. His eyes moving back to your neck, “Are ya alright?” You hesitated before nodding. He met your eyes, “You can’t talk?” Bitting your lip you looked away from him shaking your head.

Daryl released you from his hold. Your feet landing on the ground but you continued to look at him. Up and down, probably taking notice of the clothes he wore. He felt ashamed at the thought of the stupid ‘A’ shirt he had on. You pulled off the large hoodie you had stolen from Jesus. You grabbed the end of his shirt and lightly tugged at it. His teeth clenched he reluctantly took it off. He watched your face turn into a frown. He still had a bandage on his shoulder where he was shot, also a few more bruises and scraps. He slowly took the hoodie from you and slipped it on. You both stood looking at each other. Your eyes saying you had a million of things to say. He broke the silence.

“M’ body is burning with the shame of not belonging…”

Your POV

You closed your eyes and inhaled. This isn’t the first time he has been this far stuck in his mind with guilt. He had it with anything that has ever gone wrong. Like he could somehow tell the future and it was his job to prevent every bad thing. Any death, any injury. Blaming himself for Beth, the prison falling, and now this. You open your eyes and look to his face. Slowly shaking your head as you walk away, going to sit back down on the bike. He still stood staring at you so you tap the spot in front of you. He moved shoving the corner of his thumb into his mouth. A nervous habit that you think he got as a kid.

You saw the small tremor left in his hands. Leaning into him and resting your head between his shoulders, arms pulling around him. Your fingers softly scratching at his mid section as you continued your ride to Hilltop. Hoping to provide him with as much comfort without words.

The sun was setting when reaching the gates of Hilltop. The door pulled open revealing Glenn, Maggie, and Enid. Daryl parked as soon as he got through the gate. Glenn was the one to jog over first, “You actually got him!” Glenn pulling Daryl in a quick hug. Maggie made her way not a second later, she look a little mad, “You idiot how could you just run off like that! Without even saying something before going!” It was apparent in your recover at Hilltop that not only you were traumatized. Someone would often check on you confirming to themself you were ok.

Maggie especially did it at night. Everyone had grown an attachment to you after that day, constant dread you would just drop dead. It was Glenn who spoke on your behalf, “She did leave a note.” You nodded and pointed at Glenn with agreement. Then pointing the attention at Daryl with a ‘look see I did what I said’ look. Maggie while finished yelling at you turning to hug Daryl, “Thank god you both are ok.” Daryl was still to wired into the things he had experienced to be any other way then awkward. You festered for everyone to go for a minute waving them off and dragging Daryl to the medical trailer. It was Glenn who remarked while you walked away, “She can’t even talk but still bossing us around.”

Dr. Carter seemed surprised to see you but you just pointed at Daryl. When he was done treating Daryl he move back over to you. You had originally tried to wave him off but Daryl spoke with a calm voice, “Please? So I know you are ok.” How could you say no to that? There was this terrible cream that smelt like a hospital he would put on a bandage and around your neck. He knew you hated it not liking things around your neck. “I’m also wanting you to crush and dissolve some vitamins into your food. A soup should do but remember it can’t be hot." Your lips were pursed in displeasure. A hand slide rubbing your back. Looking up you met Daryl’s eyes.

You both walk out the door not before finally getting a pen and paper back. “Do you want to shower and get a change of clothes?” Daryl looked like he wanted to jump out of his own skin. The clothes not looking to comfortable and the grime on his skin. He nodded looking at the paper, “Ya I’ll do that.” He looked at you and the house but he couldn’t seem to walk away from you. You wrote again, “I can sit outside the door?” He shook his head, “Nah I got it, go try and eat beautiful.” You smile at the familiar nickname. He said it first teasingly after watching Glenn and Maggie being cheesy, however now he couldn’t seem to stop. You pointed to a trailer slowly walking backwards to it.

You and Daryl now lay facing each other in bed. You grabbed his hand tracing ‘I <3 U’. His hand closing around yours. “I love you too, there is no me in your absence.” He pushed a hair behind your ear, “least not one I liked.” You moved his hand to your chest, proof you heart still beat. The cling of metal of your rings hitting each other. You smile and wrote down, “Guess I can’t go anywhere then.”

You upheld this promise throughout the entirety of the war. Not even a half a day later came when Rick came to Hilltop looking for aid. He was happy to see you. Carl and Michonne gushing over you. Then when Daryl rounded the corner you could see everyone relieved again. You wrote,

“All happy to see a Dixon.”

You didn’t have much of a roll in the war. The only major thing was when the trash people betrayed them. It was the first time Negan saw you again. His eyes were on Daryl before turning to you. “Well shit you’re supposed to be dead. Guess your witch trail proved your one.” He looked back to Daryl before saying, “What should we do next? Drown her in the river?”

He was locked away now though. Rotting in a jail cell. You had disagreed heavily with Rick’s decision keeping him alive. He gave you nightmares. But after a while Rick suggested you seeing how what he was going through was worse than death. You had gained back the ability to eat. You still were working on talking. Now there you are standing in front of Negan. Pen and paper in hand. He expected you to kill him, even pleaded with you to do so. Rick had been right. You wrote something on the paper and stared back to Negan.

Negan tried taunting as always, “What? Cat got your tongue?” He was smug but you pulled his attention to the sheet of paper. You crumpled it in your hands. You threw the balled up paper through the bars of his cell. Staring at it before walking out the door. Negan scoffed going to unravel your message.

“Welcome to Hell.”

The End.

Feedback welcomed and requests always opened!

[pankowcrumbs]

Perfect Family X Joe Keery

MasterList

Stranger Things and Cast Masterlist

I had made peace with the idea that love wasn't in the cards for me. My life revolved around my daughter, Maisie a bright-eyed, curly-haired bundle of joy who had changed my world from the moment she arrived. Her father and I had tried to make things work, tried to build something stable but love alone wasn’t always enough. It had been painful, but I had accepted that some things weren’t meant to last.

So, when my friends dragged me out for a rare night of fun, I went with no expectations. It had been ages since I let my hair down, and truthfully, I wasn’t sure I even knew how anymore.

The bar was buzzing with life, laughter spilling over the music. I found myself relaxing, enjoying the way the bass hummed through my veins and the way my friends teased me about finally escaping my mum duties for a night. I was sipping on a cocktail, smiling to myself, when I felt a presence beside me.

"You look like you’re having a good time," a voice said, warm and teasing.

I turned to find a man with a mop of brown hair, soft eyes, and a smile so effortlessly charming it made my breath hitch.

I blinked, not entirely sure if my mind was playing tricks on me. "I...yeah. It's been a while since I've done this."

His smile widened. "Then I guess it's my lucky night to meet you."

I laughed, shaking my head. "That was smooth."

"I try," he admitted with a grin, lifting his drink in a mock toast. "But only when the company is worth the effort."

I should have felt nervous, but there was something so easy about him. The conversation flowed effortlessly, and before I knew it, I was laughing really laughing in a way I hadn’t in what felt like forever. He made me feel like a person again, not just ‘Mum.’

Hours passed in what felt like minutes, and by the time my friends were ready to call it a night, I found myself hesitating, not wanting to say goodbye just yet. Joe seemed to feel the same way.

"Would it be crazy if I asked to see you again?" he asked, eyes searching mine.

It should have been crazy. I had Maisie to think about, and dating felt like uncharted territory. But something about Joe made me want to say yes.

"Maybe a little," I admitted. "But I think I’d like that."

He smiled, as though he knew that single moment had just changed everything.

Dating as a single mum was terrifying. It wasn’t just my heart on the line it was Maisie’s too. I wasn’t about to bring someone into her life unless I knew, truly knew, they were worthy of it.

Joe was patient. He never rushed me, never pushed for more than I was ready to give. We spent time together, slowly building something that felt real. And when the time finally came for him to meet Maisie, my nerves were nearly unbearable.

I had braced myself for every possibility her shyness, her reluctance, maybe even a full-blown toddler tantrum. What I hadn’t prepared for was the way her face lit up the moment she saw him, as though she knew, in her own innocent way, that Joe was someone special.

"Hiya, sweetheart," Joe said gently, crouching to her level. "I’m Joe."

Maisie eyed him curiously before grinning. "Joey!"

Joe let out a surprised laugh, eyes flicking up to mine in delight. "Joey, huh? I like it."

From that moment on, he was ‘Joey’ to her, and she was his biggest fan. He played with her, made her giggle until she was breathless, and carried her on his shoulders like she was his own. Watching them together made my heart ache in the best way.

What started as occasional visits turned into something more. At first, it was little things Joe coming by with coffee for me and a little treat for Maisie, tagging along on our trips to the park, helping me carry groceries while Maisie clung to his leg, giggling. He made her laugh so easily, something I had never seen her do with anyone but me.

Then came the nights where he'd stay for dinner, sitting cross-legged on the floor, helping Maisie build a castle out of blocks, acting devastated every time she knocked it over. He was a natural with her. Patient, playful, endlessly kind.

One evening, Maisie insisted Joe read her bedtime story instead of me. I had hesitated, not because I didn’t trust him, but because it was one of my favourite parts of the day the quiet moments where I could hold her close, watch her eyelids grow heavy, whisper goodnight as she drifted off. But I swallowed my selfishness and let Joe take over.

I watched from the doorway as he settled into the chair beside her bed, holding the book like it was the most important thing in the world.

"And then," he said in a dramatic whisper, "the little bunny said 'im hungry whats for dinner.'"

Maisie, tucked beneath her blanket, giggled sleepily. "Joey, bunnies don’t talk."

"Of course, they do," Joe said, eyes wide with pretend innocence. "I met a bunny just last week who told me he loves pancakes."

Maisie gasped. "No way!"

I leaned against the doorframe, my heart swelling. He wasn’t just being nice to her he truly loved these moments, as much as I did.

After he closed the book and Maisie’s breathing evened out, he turned to me with a sheepish smile. "Hope I didn’t butcher the bedtime routine."

I shook my head. "You were perfect."

I meant it.

It wasn’t long before Joe became part of our everyday lives. He was there for bath time giggle fits, for the chaotic mess that was Maisie’s attempts at baking, for lazy Sunday mornings when the three of us would curl up on the couch watching cartoons.

And somewhere in the middle of it all, I realised that Joe wasn’t just my boyfriend. He was part of my family.

One night, as we were lying on the sofa, Maisie sprawled across both of us, fast asleep, I whispered, "I love you."

Joe stilled beneath me. I had said it so softly I wasn’t even sure he had heard, but when I looked up, his eyes were bright with emotion.

"You do?" he murmured, like he couldn't quite believe it.

I nodded. "I do."

Joe exhaled a shaky laugh, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "I love you too," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

Maisie stirred, murmuring something unintelligible, and Joe ran a gentle hand through her curls. "And I love this little one too."

That was the moment I knew, without a doubt, that he was the one.

It was one of those perfect evenings the kind that made me stop and appreciate just how far we had come. Joe had been in our lives for a while now, seamlessly slipping into the role of Maisie’s best friend, partner-in-crime, and bedtime storyteller. He wasn’t just my love; he was hers too.

That night, Maisie was curled up in Joe’s lap, her tiny fingers gripping onto his shirt as he read her favourite book for what had to be the hundredth time. I watched from the doorway, smiling at the way she leaned into him, completely at ease.

"And then, the little fox said, ‘I will love you forever and ever, no matter what,’" Joe read, his voice soft and warm.

Maisie let out a content sigh, her lashes fluttering as she fought off sleep. Then, out of nowhere, she whispered, "I love you, Joey."

Joe froze.

I saw the way his whole body tensed, his breath catching in his throat. He lowered the book slightly, his eyes wide with surprise as he looked down at the tiny girl in his arms.

"You… you do?" His voice was thick with emotion.

Maisie nodded, her little hands reaching up to touch his face as she blinked sleepily. "Yeah. 'Cause you love Mummy… and you chose her. And now I get to have a papa."

Joe’s face crumpled. He let out a shaky breath, pressing his forehead against hers, his arms tightening protectively around her.

"Oh, Maisie," he murmured, his voice breaking slightly. "You have no idea how lucky I am to have you and your mummy."

I felt tears sting my own eyes as I watched the moment unfold. Joe wasn’t just some man in our lives he was ours, and Maisie knew it as deeply as I did.

He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, holding her close like she was the most precious thing in the world. "I love you too, sweetheart. So, so much."

Maisie let out a little hum of happiness before nestling into his chest, drifting off to sleep.

Joe lifted his gaze to me, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "Did you hear that?" he whispered, like he still couldn’t quite believe it.

I nodded, stepping forward and brushing my fingers through his hair. "She loves you. And she’s right… you did choose us."

Joe exhaled a shaky laugh, pressing his lips to my wrist before looking down at the sleeping girl in his arms. "Best choice I’ve ever made."

I always thought if Joe ever proposed, I’d see it coming. I liked to believe I knew him too well, could read every little shift in his expression, every secret he tried to keep. But he got me. Completely and utterly blindsided me in the most beautiful way.

And, of course, Maisie was in on it the whole time.

It had been a normal day at least, that’s what I thought. Joe had insisted we go for a family picnic in the park, which wasn’t unusual. He loved spending time with Maisie and me, loved making the simplest things feel special.

Maisie had been buzzing with excitement all morning, running around with the kind of giddy energy only a toddler could possess. "Mummy! We go to the park! We go to the park!" she’d chanted over and over, bouncing on the bed as I got ready.

I didn’t question it.

Joe packed the picnic basket, stuffing it full of all our favourite things fresh strawberries, those little sandwiches he knew I loved, and a box of Maisie’s favourite biscuits. He even packed a blanket, the same one we’d used on our very first date.

I should have suspected something.

But I didn’t.

The sun was warm against my skin as we settled under a big oak tree, Maisie happily munching on her snacks while Joe and I stretched out beside her. It was peaceful, perfect, just another beautiful day with the two people I loved most in the world.

Then Joe turned to Maisie and gave her a tiny, knowing nod.

And that’s when everything changed.

"Mummy," Maisie chirped, her little hands fumbling with something hidden in her pocket. "I gots a surprise for you!"

I frowned playfully. "A surprise? For me?"

She giggled, nodding enthusiastically as she crawled into my lap. "Close your eyes!"

I laughed but did as she asked, letting her place something soft and delicate in my hands.

"Okay, open!"

When I did, my breath caught in my throat.

It was a tiny piece of paper, folded neatly in half. In big, wobbly crayon letters, it read:

"Mummy, will you marry Joey?"

My eyes shot up, heart hammering in my chest. Maisie was beaming, but behind her, Joe was kneeling, holding a ring.

Oh. My. God.

For the first time in my life, I was speechless.

"Y/N," Joe began, his voice warm and steady, but I could see the nerves in his eyes, the way his fingers tightened around the little velvet box. "From the moment I met you, I knew you were it for me. But loving you wasn’t just about loving you it was about loving her, too."

I swallowed the lump in my throat, glancing at Maisie, who was practically vibrating with excitement.

"I didn’t just fall in love with you, I fell in love with the little family we’ve built," Joe continued. "And I can’t imagine my life without either of you. So, I thought… maybe we could make it official?"

He opened the box, revealing the most beautiful ring I had ever seen simple, elegant, perfect.

Maisie gasped, clapping her hands. "Say yes, Mummy!"

I let out a shaky laugh, tears already slipping down my cheeks. "Yes," I whispered, my voice barely working. "Yes, yes, a million times yes!"

Joe exhaled a relieved laugh, slipping the ring onto my finger before pulling me into his arms. I felt Maisie squish in between us, her giggles ringing in my ears as Joe kissed my forehead, then my nose, then finally my lips.

When we finally pulled away, Maisie grinned up at us. "We a real family now?"

Joe ran a gentle hand through her curls, his voice thick with emotion. "We always were, sweetheart. Now it’s just forever."

The wedding day was perfect.

The sun shone brightly, filtering through the towering trees that lined the garden venue, casting golden light over everything. A soft breeze carried the scent of roses and fresh-cut grass, and there was a quiet hum of excitement in the air. It was the kind of day that felt like it had been made just for us.

Joe and I were getting married.

Maisie had been the most excited of all. As the flower girl, she took her duties very seriously, clutching her little basket of petals like it was treasure. She’d practised her walk down the aisle at least twenty times in the week leading up to the wedding, making sure she got it just right.

And when the moment finally came, she didn’t disappoint.

With her curls bouncing and her tiny feet stepping carefully down the aisle, she scattered petals well she ended up throwing half of them at our guests rather than the floor. But no one cared. If anything, it made the moment even sweeter.

And then, there was Joe.

Waiting at the altar, looking at me like I was the only thing in the world. His suit fit him perfectly, his hair a little messy despite his best efforts, and his eyes were full of love. When I reached him, his hands trembled as he took mine, his thumb brushing over my skin in that reassuring way he always did.

The ceremony was beautiful simple, heartfelt, perfect.

Joe Said his vows first

"From the moment I met you, I knew my life would never be the same. You walked into that bar, laughing, carefree, and in that single second, I knew there you were. The love of my life. The woman who would change everything for me."

"But you weren’t just you. You came with the most incredible little girl, and somehow, I got lucky enough to love you both."

"Maisie calls me Joey now, but I hope one day she’ll call me Dad. And I promise you both no matter what, no matter where life takes us I will always be there. I will love you every day, in every way, for the rest of my life."

"You and Maisie gave me a home. A family. And today, I get to stand here and vow to be yours forever."

"So, Y/N, I promise to love you fiercely, to stand beside you in every moment, to make you laugh when you need it, and to always, always be your best friend."

"You and Maisie are my heart, my world, my greatest joy. And I will spend every day making sure you never doubt that."

then it was time for mine.

"Joe, I never thought I’d fall in love again. I thought my heart had already written its story, and I was content with the life I had. But then, you came along."

"You walked into my life and changed everything. You made me laugh when I forgot how to. You reminded me that real love isn’t about grand gestures or perfect moments. It’s about the little things. It’s about cups of tea in the morning, about the way you tuck Maisie into bed with a new silly story every night. It’s about knowing that no matter what, I will never be alone again, because I have you."

"You love Maisie as if she’s your own, and that alone tells me everything I need to know about the man you are. You are kind, patient, and full of love, and I thank the universe every day that Maisie and I found you."

"So, today, I promise you this I will love you with everything I have, for all of my days. I will stand beside you, through every high and low, and I will never let you go."

"You are my heart, my best friend, my home. And today, I choose you. Forever."

The moment the officiant said, "You may now kiss the bride," and Joe dipped me, making our guests cheer as he kissed me like it was the last time he ever would.

The reception was just as magical fairy lights twinkled in the trees, laughter and music filled the air, and all of our friends and family were there to celebrate.

Jamie and Joseph had taken over the bar at one point, trying to mix drinks while Millie stood behind them, rating their efforts.

"This one’s called the Vecna’s Curse," Jamie said, sliding a dark red drink across the counter to Joe.

Joe took one sip, coughed, and shook his head. "That tastes like regret."

Millie doubled over laughing, while Joseph clapped Jamie on the back. "I don’t know, mate, I think you’ve poisoned the groom."

"Wouldn’t be the first time," Jamie quipped.

It was chaos, but it was perfect.

As the night went on, the speeches began. Our friends and family spoke, telling stories about us, making us laugh, making us cry. And then, when everyone thought the speeches were done, Maisie suddenly got up from her seat and tugged on Joe’s sleeve.

"Joey," she whispered loudly, pointing at the microphone. "I wanna talk."

The guests chuckled as Joe, without hesitation, lifted her up into his arms and carried her to the microphone. He held her close, steadying her as she leaned in to speak.

"I’m Maisie," she announced proudly, as if everyone in the room didn’t already know. "And I just wanna say I’m super happy Mummy and Joey got married today!"

Everyone let out a collective "aww," but Maisie wasn’t done.

"Joey is my best friend. He plays tea party with me and he always does the voices!" She giggled, glancing at him before turning back to the crowd. "And he always lets me win at hide and seek, even when I’m not very good at hiding."

The guests laughed, and Joe pressed a kiss to the side of her head, his eyes full of love.

"And I just wanna say…" She paused, looking at him seriously. "I’m really, really happy ‘cause now I have a daddy."

Silence.

Joe’s breath hitched. His arms tightened around her, his eyes widening slightly. I saw the exact moment those words sank in, the way his face crumpled, the way he blinked rapidly like he was trying to hold back tears.

The room was completely still, every guest caught up in the tenderness of the moment.

Maisie beamed, oblivious to the weight of what she’d just said. She wrapped her little arms around Joe’s neck, squeezing him tight.

Joe swallowed hard, pressing his face into her curls. His shoulders shook slightly, and when he finally pulled back, his eyes were red.

"Love you, sweetheart," he whispered into the microphone, voice thick with emotion. "So much."

The entire room erupted into applause, and I swore I saw Jamie wipe his eyes, pretending there was something in them. Gaten was grinning like mad, and Millie? Millie was already halfway to the dance floor, yelling, "Alright, we have to celebrate that!"

Joe put Maisie down, brushing his fingers over his eyes before looking at me.

"Did you hear that?" he asked softly, still a little dazed.

I nodded, stepping forward and taking his hands. "Yeah," I whispered. "She called you Daddy."

Joe exhaled a breathless laugh, shaking his head. "Best day of my life."

And with that, the music kicked in, the night came alive again, and we danced like there was no tomorrow.

We laughed, we cried, we celebrated with the people we loved. And in the middle of it all, Joe held me close, whispering in my ear, "I love you, Mrs. Keery."

Life had settled into something beautiful. The kind of beautiful I never thought I’d have.

We were married. Officially the Keerys. Our wedding had been everything I could have dreamed of, and every day since had been nothing short of magic. Waking up beside Joe, watching him dance around the kitchen with Maisie as they made breakfast, the way he’d pull me into his arms for a slow dance in the middle of the living room when no music was playing it was all perfect.

Maisie was still over the moon about having a "real-life wedding," as she called it. Every morning, she proudly reminded us, "Mummy and Daddy are married now!" just in case we forgot overnight.

And Joe? He still got misty-eyed every time she called him Daddy. Every single time.

But what Joe didn’t know what I had been holding onto for the past two days was that our family was about to get a little bigger.

I had planned to tell him at dinner. Something sweet and sentimental. Maybe I’d bake a cake and write Baby Keery Coming Soon in icing. Or wrap up a tiny onesie that said Best Dad Ever and watch the realisation dawn on his face.

But, as always, Joe had a way of making me abandon every single plan the second he walked into the room.

It was a quiet evening. Maisie had gone to bed after an intense game of hide and seek where Joe once again let her win even though she hid behind the same curtain as always. Now, we were curled up on the sofa, his arm slung lazily around me as we watched some show neither of us was paying much attention to.

I was too busy thinking about how to tell him.

And he was too busy playing with my fingers, tracing lazy circles over my palm, oblivious to the fact that his whole world was about to change.

"You’re fidgety tonight," he murmured, shifting slightly to look at me better. "Everything okay?"

My heart clenched.

Joe was so good. So perceptive. So mine.

I turned to face him, my pulse hammering in my ears. "I, um… I have something to tell you."

His eyebrows lifted, curiosity flashing across his face. "Yeah?"

I swallowed, suddenly feeling like my whole body was buzzing. "Yeah."

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. But Joe ever the impatient one grinned and nudged me. "Are you gonna tell me, or do I have to guess?"

I let out a nervous laugh. "You won’t guess."

He smirked. "Bet I will. Okay, um… you bought more scented candles even though we agreed we have too many?"

I rolled my eyes. "No."

"You secretly ate the last of the biscuits?"

I hesitated. "Okay, yes, but that’s not what I was going to say."

He gasped dramatically. "Y/N! I trusted you!"

I let out a laugh, and then, before I could lose my nerve, I just blurted it out. "I’m pregnant."

Silence.

Absolute silence.

Joe didn’t move. Didn’t blink. Didn’t breathe. Just froze.

I watched as his brain tried to process what I’d just said, his eyes widening slightly, his lips parting like he was about to say something, only for no words to come out.

"Joe?" I whispered, suddenly nervous.

Still nothing.

And then

"Wait." His voice was hoarse. "Like… pregnant pregnant?"

I nodded, biting my lip.

Joe blinked. Once. Twice. And then

He launched off the sofa.

I yelped as he practically leapt across the room, running his hands through his hair like a madman before spinning back to face me. His chest was rising and falling quickly, his eyes wild. "We’re having a baby?"

I laughed. "Yes."

His jaw dropped open. Then shut. Then open again. Then

And then he sprinted back to me, dropping to his knees in front of me, his hands cupping my face as he stared at me like I had just told him he won the lottery.

"A baby?" he whispered.

I nodded again, feeling tears prickle at my eyes. "A baby."

Joe let out a breathless laugh, one hand immediately pressing against my stomach, even though it was far too soon to feel anything.

"Holy shit," he breathed. "We’re having a baby."

And then without warning he let out the loudest cheer, practically tackling me into a hug as he laughed into my shoulder.

I burst out laughing, wrapping my arms around him as he rambled excitedly.

"Maisie’s gonna flip oh my God, we have to tell her wait, do we know if it’s a boy or a girl? No, too early, right? Doesn’t matter, I’ll love them no matter what Y/N, we’re having a baby! I can’t believe this oh my God, I’m gonna be a dad again."

His voice cracked on the last part.

I felt his arms tighten around me, his whole body trembling slightly. When he finally pulled back, his eyes were wet, his face filled with so much love I thought my heart might actually burst.

"I love you," he whispered, pressing a kiss to my forehead, then my nose, then finally my lips. "I love you so much."

"I love you too," I whispered back, my own tears finally slipping free.

Joe exhaled shakily, then turned back to my stomach, resting his forehead against it. "Hey, little one," he murmured, voice soft. "I can’t wait to meet you."

The moment our daughter was placed in my arms, everything else faded away.

The exhaustion. The pain. The hours spent bringing her into the world. None of it mattered.

She was here. Our little girl.

Tears blurred my vision as I looked down at her, her tiny face scrunching up as she let out the softest little noise. My heart clenched so hard it actually hurt.

And then Joe.

Joe, who had been by my side the entire time, holding my hand, whispering how proud he was of me, how much he loved me he was suddenly silent.

I looked up at him, and the sight nearly undid me.

He was gone. Absolutely, utterly gone.

Tears streamed down his face, his lips pressed together as if he was trying to keep himself from completely falling apart. His hands hovered over our daughter, like he didn’t even know where to touch first, too overwhelmed by the tiny, perfect person in front of him.

"Joe?" I whispered, my own voice thick with emotion.

His eyes flicked up to mine, so full of love and awe and pure, unfiltered joy.

"She’s perfect," he choked out.

I smiled through my tears. "She really is."

Joe let out a breathless, shaky laugh. "Holy shit, we made her."

I giggled weakly, exhaustion creeping into my bones. "We did."

And then, finally, he moved. Carefully, as if he thought he might break her, he reached out and ran a single finger down her tiny cheek.

She stirred slightly, letting out a tiny sigh, and that was it. Joe was officially a goner.

A soft sob escaped him, and he pressed a trembling kiss to my forehead before whispering, "Thank you."

I reached for his hand, squeezing it. "You can name her," I murmured. "She’s yours just as much as she’s mine. You pick her name."

His breath caught. "Are you sure?"

I nodded, my heart full. "I trust you."

Joe let out a watery laugh, wiping his face before looking down at our daughter again. His expression softened, pure adoration shining through his tear-filled eyes.

After a long moment, he exhaled and whispered, "Isla."

I smiled, tasting the name on my lips. "Isla Keery."

Joe let out a soft, breathless laugh. "Yeah." His eyes flicked to mine, shining with love. "Do you like it?"

I leaned into him, our daughter warm in my arms. "I love it."

Joe had gone to get Maisie while the nurses checked me over. I was nervous. She had been so excited for her little sister’s arrival, but what if she was overwhelmed? What if she got jealous?

But the second she stepped into the room, I knew I had nothing to worry about.

"Daddy said she’s here!" she squeaked, running up to Joe, who scooped her into his arms.

"She is, baby," Joe said softly, kissing the top of her head. "You ready to meet your little sister?"

Maisie nodded so hard I thought her curls might bounce right off her head.

Joe carried her over to the bed, settling her carefully beside me as she peered over my arm. Her eyes widened as she caught sight of Isla, who was bundled up and sleeping peacefully.

"She’s so tiny!" Maisie whispered, completely in awe.

I smiled. "She is. Do you want to say hello?"

Maisie nodded furiously, but before she did, she looked up at me, her face serious. "Can I be the first person to tell her I love her?"

I felt my breath hitch.

Joe let out a soft noise beside me, like someone had just knocked the air out of him.

"Oh, Mais," he murmured, his voice breaking.

I nodded, barely able to speak through the lump in my throat. "Of course you can, sweetheart."

Maisie turned back to her sister, her tiny fingers gently reaching out to stroke Isla’s blanket.

"Hi, Isla," she whispered. "I’m Maisie, your big sister. And I love you so much."

Joe made a wrecked sound next to me, pressing his face into my hair as his arms wrapped around us both.

Maisie turned to him with a big, proud smile. "Daddy, isn’t she the cutest baby in the whole world?"

Joe’s breath caught.

He stared at her, his face crumbling in the best way. Then, without a word, he reached out and pulled her into his arms, holding her so tight, like he never wanted to let go.

And judging by the way Joe was desperately trying to hold it together, this was everything he had ever wanted.

I smiled through my own tears, running my fingers through his hair as he buried his face in Maisie’s curls.

Our little family was complete.

And I had never been happier in my entire life.

The house was quiet.

Well as quiet as it could be with a newborn and a four-year-old under one roof.

I stood in the doorway of the nursery, my heart softening at the sight before me.

Joe was sitting in the rocking chair, cradling Isla against his chest. His fingers traced slow, absentminded circles on her back, and his head was tipped back against the chair, his lips pressed into a thin line.

He looked exhausted.

Physically. Mentally. Emotionally.

I knew that look.

"Hey, baby," I said softly, stepping into the room.

Joe opened his eyes, and even in the dim glow of the nightlight, I could see the weight of doubt swimming in them.

I knelt beside him, resting a gentle hand on his knee. "Talk to me, love."

He exhaled, his grip on Isla tightening ever so slightly. "I just..." He trailed off, glancing down at our daughter, who was nestled so trustingly against him. "What if I mess this up?"

I frowned. "Mess what up?"

"This." He swallowed. "Being a dad to a newborn. Being a dad to two kids now." His voice wavered. "What if I don’t do it right?"

Oh, Joe.

I reached up, brushing my fingers through his hair. "Joe, look at her," I whispered.

His gaze flicked back down to Isla, and I saw his throat bob as she let out a tiny sigh, completely content in his arms.

"She adores you," I murmured. "Just like Maisie does. You are an amazing dad, Joe. To both of them." I reached for his free hand, lacing our fingers together. "You don’t have to be perfect. You just have to be. and you are. Every single day, you show up. That’s what matters. That’s everything."

Joe let out a shuddering breath, his fingers gripping mine like I was the only thing keeping him afloat.

"You’re doing perfectly, my love," I whispered.

His shoulders sagged with relief.

"Yeah?" he murmured.

I smiled, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips. "Yeah."

Just then, a little voice piped up from the doorway.

"Daddy, do you need help?"

Joe and I both turned to see Maisie standing there in her little princess pyjamas, her curls wild from sleep, her face full of concern.

Joe let out a soft laugh. "Help with what, bug?"

Maisie tiptoed into the room, her hands clasped together like she was ready for a very important task. "With Isla. Mummy said being a big sister means I get to help. I can rock her if you’re tired!"

I bit back a smile.

Joe’s lips parted slightly, his gaze flicking to me for a moment before he looked back at Maisie, something indescribable filling his eyes.

"Come here, then," he murmured, shifting Isla slightly so Maisie could climb onto his lap.

Maisie settled in, her little hands gently stroking Isla’s tiny arm. "See? I can help."

Joe let out a watery chuckle, his arm wrapping around Maisie as he pressed a lingering kiss to the top of her head. "You’re the best big sister in the world, you know that?"

Maisie beamed. "I know."

I snorted, shaking my head fondly.

Joe lifted his gaze to mine, and I swear, I could feel the love in his eyes.

I smiled, stepping forward and kneeling in front of them.

My whole world was right there.

Joe. Maisie. Isla.

Our family.

And it was perfect.

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it's such a shame that tin can bros isn't more popular with the dropout fandom. *shrek 2 voice* they haven't even seen Vic Michaelis crouch low to the ground and growl "wanna fuck?" at Joey Richter of starkid fame