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bengals-barnesbabe · 4 months

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Pairing: Joe Burrow x Singer!FemReader

Summary: Before Venus was a multi-platinum record selling artist, writing about the quarterback that stole her heart, she was senior at LSU going through her first heartbreak. This is that story.

Chapter 16: Robbed

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Warnings: 18+, mentions of sex, sexual assault, foul language, violence (Miles gets what he deserves), angst, but a fluffy ending.

Word Count: 2.9k

Part 3 🖤

The walk to Joe’s place was the nicest part of Y/n’s day so far, she thought, the bath she had when she left his place would’ve been nice but her mind would not shut up. Granted she had enough conflicting events happen in the last 24 hours. The Louisiana breeze helped her put things in perspective though, that dick never had her best interest had heart at any point of their relationship. It nice to be entertained for a few months, but she could not believe her degree of naivete when one cute guy gave her some attention. Y/n knew she couldn't blame herself for his actions, but she couldn’t help it. If Miles was actually a nice guy he wouldn’t have had to bribe or drug her into giving up that part of herself. Miles didn’t know how lucky he was, because if it was any other girl there would be no chance he’d be able to keep his scholarship. She came to the realization that no self respecting man would even think of doing what he did. But the fact that she was actually r*ped would be a bit harder to come to terms with.

When Y/n got to the house the guys were staying at, she just walked in like every other visitor because apparently having that much muscle in one house meant they could risk leaving the front door unlocked.

Without even announcing herself, she plopped down on the couch next to her friends, they were very occupied in a Super Smash Bros battle. “Who’s winning?” She asked.

“I am.” They both say, she scoffs and pulls out her phone.

Five minutes later the controllers are thrown onto the floor, one in victory and one in anger. “I told you man, I can’t lose.” Joe cheeses leaning back on the couch and throwing an arm around the cushion Y/n laid on.

“That’s because you have no life outside of football.” Ja’marr grumbles.

“You’re just mad we’re 7-0. And I took out that one chick like last week.”

“It was over a month ago and isn’t ‘that one chick’ supposed to be your girlfriend?” Joe’s mouth snapped shut.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” Ja’marr smirked then sat on the arm of the chair to the right of the quiet girl. “What’s up lil sis?”

She raised a brow and looked up at him, “Marr I’m older than you, but I’m fine.”

“Damn just fine? What about your date last night with Meters?” Her jaw tightened and fist clenched at his question, thankfully for her he had his back turned, but someone else saw her tense reaction.

“It was fine, I’m probably gonna break up with him soon though. It’s that time.” She said as calmly as possible with her jaw still clenched.

“Why? What happened?” Joe asked with his brows furrowed, but with a smile peaking on his lips. Ja’Marr shook his head with a small smirk on his face.

Venus shrugged not looking at either of them, “oh nothing. Things like this just time out after a while.”

“If you say so.” Joe says, still not convinced. “Wanna order something, I’m starving?”

She shakes her head reading the same spam email for the hundredth time. “I’m good.” But her stomach clenches at the mention of sustenance.

“You sure, I could get you a milkshake and a side of fries from Mama’s?” The thought of her favorite combo makes bile crawl up her throat. “I’m really not hungry.”

This time Ja’Marr looks at the girl worried, him and Joe exchange concerned looks. “You once skipped class to go to Big Mama’s. You said the only time you’d turn down her food was if you’re dead.” He grabs her wrist and checks her pulse. “You are very much alive Y/n. What’s wrong?”

The looks they're giving her make anxiety run up her spine, so she stands up from the couch to escape their scrutinization. “There’s nothing wrong!” The brave tone she tries for comes out wrecked with the quivering of her voice.

Ja’Marr crossed his brawn arms while Joe reaches for her, “that doesn’t sound like nothing’s wrong.”

She looks up with a groan and starts to pace the room. ‘If I tell them- no there’s no way this would end up not going completely south. But they’re not going to stop pestering me. I have to tell them. Maybe they won’t overreact, they’re too hungry to get that mad right?’ Her inner dialogue and lack of eye contact does nothing to calm the reactions of the men in the room.

She takes a deep breath and looks at the two large football players with big doe eyes. Yea there’s no calm way of resolving this. “I’m going to tell you, but you can’t freak out.” Like that’s going to work.

“What did he do?” Joe asks taking on the persona of a threatened wild bear.

“We won’t be mad.” Ja’marr says more calmly.

It’s crazy to think literally minutes ago he was the one getting heated about a video game while Joe was as cool as a cucumber. She thinks, oh how she would pay for time to rewind back to then. Y/n picks at her nails as their frustrating glares burn holes in her skull.

“Ok so, last night Miles took me out, like you already know. Everything was great, it was really fun, we got a bit high, ate good food then we sort of did it.” She says hesitantly. “It was all consensual until it kinda wasn’t, but it’s not that big of a deal. He just wasn’t the best partner and that’s ok, no one’s perfect. We just weren’t as compatible as we thought.” She rambles while analyzing their faces.

Ja’Marr kept his calm resolve, but Joe’s face was growing redder by the second. He cleared his throat and spoke up. “Go back. What do you mean it was consensual until it wasn’t?”

“Look it really wasn’t that big of deal, he just prioritized himself more than me. I know some guys don’t last that long, so it was fine until he treated me like shit when it was over. I mean he quite literally took the shirt off my back and kicked me out.” She shrugged.

“Y/n you keep skipping over some parts, so I’m gonna ask you this again.” Joe took her hands and sat her down on the couch. “Did he force himself on you?” He was trying so hard to not to lose that last shrivel of clam, but the look of innocence on her face when the girl’s eyes welled up, and the way he she fell into his arms did it for him. He hated the way she looked so young in his arms, he hated the borderline homicidal ideas that he wanted to see through when he saw Miles, but most of all he hated how helpless he felt now that what was done was done and there was no way for him to take away her pain.

They stayed stayed like that, Venus curled up in the quarterback’s arms, until she fell asleep. Only when he was sure she wouldn’t wake up from her much needed rest did he untangle himself and get up. He covered her with the blanket she left months ago on their couch then joined Ja’Marr in the kitchen.

“I’m gonna kill him. You coming?” He asked pulling on a LSU hoodie.

Ja’Marr shook his head and grabbed the arm of the QB and pulls him back. “Look I want him dealt with just as much as you do, but you know we can’t leave her like this. We’re all she’s got right now.” They look over at her sleeping figure.

“I’m sure we could be done before she gets up if we grab some of the guys.” Joe huffs, then sighs looking down.

“Ja’marr you don’t know how I feel right now. Sure she’s like a sister to you, but I think I’m in love with her. When I look at Y/n I see my future, I see her on the sidelines as we win our first superbowl. I see myself thanking her during every single award acceptance speech. I see us living in my hometown talking about how much we love our kids. I don’t like seeing her like this, I can’t.”

Ja’Marr puts a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “I know, but it’s our responsibility to be there for her right now. This isn’t the first time she’s gone through this, but it wasn’t this bad last time. If you love her as much as you say you do, you need to make sure she knows you’re there for the rights reasons. So what do you think she needs right now?”

“Food.” Joe replies with full seriousness. “Not her usual, but something she’ll actually eat. Instead of a cheeseburger we’ll get her a melt, its close enough for familiarity but still new enough so she can’t associate it with him. Tots instead of fries, ‘potato is potato’ she’d say.” He chuckles. “And replace the milkshake with a malt, but instead of just chocolate it should be peanut butter cups.”

Ja’Marr smirks, “she really does have you completely wrapped around her finger without even knowing it. I’ll go by Mama’s, grab all of us dinner then we’ll take it back to hers.” His friend nodded then went back over to the couch. Joe lifted her legs up, sat down then placed them over his lap then admired how peaceful she looked in her sleep despite pain that put her there.

Ja’marr shook his head at the two, as he walked out the door he hoped that one day they’d get that future Joe spoke so passionately about.

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Peace, calm, and tranquility; three things you hadn’t felt in forever it seemed like. The heavy blanket of sleep slowly lifted off of you as woke up from the short slumber. Waking up you could feel the weight of Joe’s arms on your legs and the stroke of his fingers against your calf. You don’t know when you fell asleep, but it the sky was much dimmer than before. Joe hadn’t noticed you’d woken up yet so you took the time to think about how different everything would be if you were with him instead. You knew you weren’t his type, but it was nicer to think about that compared to reality. You always felt safe with him, it wasn’t his height or how big he was, it was his aura. He oozed protectiveness, you definitely saw it when you told him what happened.

Ja’Marr came through the door a few minutes into your little ‘Joe watching’ session. “Hey lil sis, how’d you sleep?”

Joe frowned at him confused before turning his head to you. “When did you wake up?”

You shrugged, “a couple of minutes ago. I wanted to see how long it took you to notice, then someone ruined it.” You said playfully side eyeing Ja’Marr.

He lightly chuckled as you swung your legs off of him. “Something smells incredible, please tell me its for me.”

Ja’Marr waved the bag from Mama’s in front of you before pulling it back to his chest. “Yup, but we gotta get you home first.”

“Do we have to? I could just stay here, forever.” You pout slouching back onto the couch.

“As much as we’d love that, you know the rules of the house after the weekend. Come on pretty girl.” Joe says pulling you off the couch.

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When the trio reaches Y/n’s apartment, Joe and Ja’Marr secretly keep an eye out for Miles hoping he doesn’t show himself until after she’s safe and sound in her home. Thankfully he wasn’t around, so she didn’t have to see him at all.

They spend another hour or two eating and keeping a smile on the girl’s face, until she gets tired and decides to turn in. “I’m beat, you guys can see yourselves out whenever. I’m going to bed.”

As they clean up the mess they created in her living room Joe spots her phone and gets an idea. Already knowing her password, he goes to her messages and taps on Miles’ contact.

“What are you doing?” Ja’marr scolds.

“What needs to be done, I don’t want her to see his face ever again. So I’m gonna make sure he stays away from her.” Joe expresses, as if it’s a completely normal idea.

Ja’Marr kisses his teeth before grabbing the phone. “Look if you’re going to do this, you can’t just text him like you would. ‘We should meet up.’ Really? Nah, let me handle this.” Joe steps aside and watches the man work.

To Miles: hey babe I know its late, but we should really talk about last night.

From Miles: I would love to talk about last night Princess, see you in a few

To Miles: i’ll be waiting ;)

“Did you really need the winky face?” Joe asks with an arched brow.

“Yea, its all about setting the scene. Plus she’s all about the old school emojis.” Sometimes, Joe thinks, he doesn’t understand what’s going on in the younger guy’s head but does at the same time. But since he seems to think it’s a great idea, we might as well keep it. Guess he’s not only a fast thinker on the field but off it too.

They put the phone on the coffee table and leave the apartment, Joe locking it with his spare key. “I can’t believe she gave you the spare and not me.”

The quarterback just grins, but it doesn’t last long because that’s when Miles gets back. At first glance, they can tell he’s annoyed to see them in front of ‘his girl’s’ door, but then he drops the attitude for a friendly facade. “Burrow, Chase! It’s been a while, how’ve you been?”

They both shrug their shoulders. “Oh you know, we’ve been better, but that’s just life right.” Joe’s artificial smile causes an unsettling feeling in the man’s core.

Miles gulps, “yea life can be tricky sometimes. You guys had plans with my princess today? I tried to come by earlier but she wasn’t home.”

“Yea, we spent most of the afternoon at the house just talking. Actually you know that light airiness in her voice when she’s happy?” Ja’Marr asks, hesitantly Miles nods. “It’s so sweet, she makes everyone’s day ten times better just with her voice. But it’s the weirdest thing, today when she was over, that joyful smile and cheery voice was nowhere to be seen. Did you notice that J?”

The man pinched his chin ‘thinking’ about the question. “You know what I did notice that.”

“That’s weird she was good when she left my place this morning.” Miles’ palms clam up as he tries to get his door open.

“Was she? Or is that what your sick mind is concocting about last night?” The door to his apartment creaks open.

“I don’t know what she told you but she’s lying. They always are, bitches- I mean-

Joe takes two long strides and punches Miles square across the face causing him stumble into the apartment. “Nah we know what you meant.”

“That was out of line bro, what’s coach gonna say when his QB is out for another season?” Ja’Marr scoffs and slams the door, locking them in.

“We’re not gonna be the ones worried about missing seasons.”

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The only sounds heard from the apartment are the heavy thuds of fists being thrown into his body and the groans of pain coming out of his mouth. They go on for a few more minutes before the final thud of his beaten body hitting the floor vibrating the ground underneath and into the hallway.

Then Joe’s voice is heard from beyond the door, “you tell anyone about this and we’ll make sure everyone important to you knows how you treat women and especially what you did to kindest woman you’ll probably ever meet.”

The football players exit the apartment with satisfied grins and bruised knuckles, feeling a sense of accomplishment and relief. Then they see you. “Y/n.” You dawn another set of tears in those big brown eyes, they can only hope it wasn’t them who caused it.

“How much of that did you hear?” Joe asks chewing on his lip.

You sniffle and attempt to wipe away the tears. “I- um, I came out to get my phone and I heard you talking. I didn’t think anything of it until I realized it was him on the other side, then well.” You gesture at their hands. Joe immediately puts them behind his back.

“Y/n we didn’t mean to scare- The words are knocked out of Ja’Marr’s mouth as you run into their arms, throwing yours around their bodies as much as you can. “Thank you.”

They sigh in relief wrapping their arms around you. “No problem lil sis.” Ja’Marr smiles as you let go from the tight hug. “You don’t know how much that meant to me, or how much y’all mean to me.”

Joe can’t help but wrap his arms around you even tighter than before and kiss your head. “We’d do- I’d do anything for you babe.” You smile at the nickname change, even though it’s so small it makes your heart grow 3 sizes bigger. You stay like that for a while, just soaking in the love appreciation you have for each other. But unbeknownst to you, Ja’Marr decides to capture the moment and make a note to show it to them on their wedding day.

Because their love is so painfully obvious, they’re going to need proof to realize that it’s been there all along.

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a/n: petition for Ja’Marr to officiate their wedding, sign here🩷

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riotmccann · 8 days

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why do i get the feeling volo would love the attention hes getting from the Women

#when he gets transported to pasio and checks social media for the first time: lol #ignore me #hed prob use it to his advantage for his next scheme tbh 😭#i cant he manipulated by him tho cuz im already on his side (:<#pokemon volo #volo pokemon #pokemon masters ex #pokemon legends arceus

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hjbender · 1 year

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I appreciate Tumblr's honesty here and hope that maybe this is going to foster a new era of user-led improvements to this place.

#they're starting to listen #let's take advantage of that #(without being shitty little gremlins)#[tumblr]#[tumblr] badges #supporting [tumblr]#yeah they've made some pretty dumb decisions in the past #i still haven't forgiven them for the 2018 purge #but i don't wanna see this place tank either #it's my only social media site #and one of the only tolerable ones left on the web #which is why i went ahead and bought a year's worth of support

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thealogie · 9 months

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Bet sweaters are Georgia's call, she seems to always make everyone wear matching stuff for gatherings lol. Dalek hats, 10th Doctor sweaters, other stuff I forget, and she brags (affectionately) on insta about it. Idk at this point, but what I definitely can't see is what Tumblr conspirologists take as fact: GT and Anna are jealous harpies who despise and use DT & MS and (equally and simultaneously) dream of luring them from their steamy gay embrace back to boring heteronormativity.

Those two women are working overtime to be like “we see it and we’re in on it and we’re cool with it” and honestly I think the group of people twisting everything they do and say into them doing some manipulative scheme is incredibly small.

#I don’t know much about either of them and don’t follow their social media but they seem to be balling/taking advantage (in a good way) of #the situation

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amrv-5 · 3 months

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in my cutthroat careerbitch era

#guy literally signed up to partner project with me a DAY BEFORE THE DEADLINE #on a project I literally am already finished with.#did not ask my permission did not make any attempt to contact me #i cannot contact him because he followed 0 instructions on the syllabus #like. he just wrote his name next to mine to form a ‘group.’ again. literally direct before the deadline #and there is 0 way for me to exchange any information with him #so. sorry. I am not going to hunt down his social media and then coddle him into feeling like he contributed something #which btw would take up my saturday morning. on slack and zoom #[affirmation] I will not attempt to mitigate the consequences of this random man’s bad choice when they only affect him #instead I am going to finish today’s work and then try to enjoy my weekend #making this decision has of course made me also so tense and now i have a lingering guiltanxiety about it despite #this genuinely being somebody trying to take advantage of my work. well. foot down. line is drawn…

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certainchopshopcheesecake · 9 months

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UM CONAN GRAY FANS IF THERE ANY LIKE IMPORTANT STUFF I SHOULD KNOW ABOUT FOR THE FANDOM BC IM JOINING AND I AM VERY NEW

#forgot what being new to a fandom is like #HELP ME #😀👍#KWENENSNQMWBEB IM SO AKWARD #ive been taking advantage of knowing all the inside jokes and references 😭😭😭😭#LIKE IS THERE ANY MAIN THINGS ON SOCIAL MEDIA FOR CONAN FANS???#WHATS THE FANDOM CALLED??#conan gray #coneheads

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wiki-howell · 4 months

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guess who managed to mention dnp in his a level media exam 🔥🔥

#okay it was relevant i promise #basically okay the question was about to what extent is it vital for media products to identify and address a target audience to be #successful and we study 2 radio products #one is newsbeat which is by the bbc it's like a news radio show that's meant to target age 15-29 #but the average listener is 30 #so . it is Not effectively targeting its audience #it gives . how do you do fellow kids #like it tries really really hard to appeal to young adults/teenagers but it's . painful to listen to sometimes #the bbc have been trying to target this age bracket coz it's the one they don't have a secure audience in #I SAID that they used to have a slightly bigger younger audience in the early 2010s #bcos they had the dan and phil show on radio 1 which was very popular and attracted their mainly teenage/young adult presold audience #they used the popularity of the internet to their advantage by having dnp run a show #but now they've lost a lot of their younger audience To social media platforms #as now what are called digital natives in media (people who have grown up with the internet/don't really remember a time before it)#for the most part prefer to get their news off social media rather than radio #a lot of this is general i know not Every young person Hates radio #but in general it's losing popularity esp amongst younger target audiences #media 🔥🔥🔥🔥#that was only like . a mention in one paragraph tho #coz unfortunately we don't study dnps radio show we study Newsbeat 😔#anyway the exam was overall good for the most part #yay :3 #joeyposting

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megkuna · 6 months

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booping was fun but also i see a lot of people romanticizing how easy it is to connect to people thru booping etc and like i get it but also i'm horrified by the increasing unwillingness to go thru the ordeal to like ... actually connect to people unless it is in some parasocial form (booping, liking posts, etc.) as opposed to, you know ... actually talking lol. imo that's the biggest shift there's been on this website like idk remember when we used to reblog each other's posts and comment without fear of being cringe

#someone's gonna feel tempted to comment on here about how some of us have social anxiety autism etc and to this i say #🛑✋ so do i lol #but the post isn't about people w social anxiety or whatever like this is not just a particular group of people. it's basically #everyone on the internet #and yes it is terrifying to me that social media corporations increasingly take advantage of #the social need for connection and offer us an illusion of it vs making us go thru the real thing #which is mostly uncomfortable and inconvenient actually. but it is also rewarding for the long term #ok rant over. back to liking posts

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lovmura · 7 months

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alright im back to queuing a bunch of art again woooooo 🩷🩷🩷

#lovspeaks #this is what happens when u have a backlog of comms to post from months ago and im only getting to queue them all now because #managing 3 social medias at the same time is true suffering #i guess its technically 5 and will soon be 6 #but anywhere that has the ability to schedule posts i am now taking advantage of godspeed

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yenqa · 9 months

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ADVANTAGES

in which…

on jay’s live, fans point out a stuffed animal on his bed, one that seems to be the other piece to your notorious missing pair. as imaginary pieces start to connect for fans, the viewers beg for some kind of interaction. and though you and jay have never met before, why not use this situation to your advantage?

warnings : profanities, i think thats it ?

wc : 1019

stupid question

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“Chat, what do you mean my position is different? I’m literally centered!”

strawberrylimesoda : GUYS TRUST SHES LYING

BluebirdFly : This girl is Suspicious!! special guest maybe?

lilaclavender : @/BluebirdFly THAT MAKES SENSE WAITT…

“Guys I don’t have a special guest-!”

The greenscreen behind you is torn down to reveal Jay’s smiley face behind you, you let out a squeal when he hugs you tightly from behind the chair. He takes a seat next to you, waving to the camera.

BluebirdFly : OH MY GOSH WHAT DID I SAY

“Everyone please introduce–wait what’s your twitch name Jay?”

He chuckles, “It’s Bluejay, hi Y/n’s chat.”’

You bring your face closer to the screen, trying to read the small text that’s zooming across your view. Turning your head down slightly, your hair falls in front of your eyes, blocking your view.

Before you can do anything about it, you can feel a hand brushing it behind your ear. Obviously startled, you sit back up. Looking at Jay with a flustered smile you let out a giggle.

Oh god, I did not just giggle.

You slap your hand over your mouth, hearing Jay’s low chuckle in the background. “Shut up,” You mutter, slapping his arm to make him ignore your flusteredness.

user18126712 : THE GIGGLE IM CRYINGGG

stellaverse : OH MY GOD ME WHEN

Feeling your face heat up, you keep your hand over your mouth, not wanting to be embarrassed anymore. “Okay, we are moving on!” You exclaim, lifting both your feet onto your chair to hug your knees.

You look over at him, gesturing for him to say or do something. He has a small smile on his face, looking at you for a second too long before diverting his eyes to the chat.

“Jay, is your girlfriend single? No, she’s not. That’s a stupid question.” He answers, eliciting a gasp from you.

“Hey! Don’t call my chat stupid.” You look straight at the stream with your mouth open.

He shrugs, “I called the question stupid, technically.”

He slithers his hand to rest on your thigh. His hand is warm, and large. Heating up your thigh (and face cause lord were you flustered).

Trying to act like that simple touch isn’t driving you insane, you roll your eyes.

“Technically my ass, anyways, ask us questions!”

strawberrylimesoda : ARE YALL DATING OR…I CNAT TELL ANYMORE

“Are we dating, Y/n?”

“What?”

You whip your head to see a sly smirk on his face with eyes that tell you to play along, feeling your mouth part you quickly shut it, turning back to the webcam.

Trying to fight the smile growing on your face, you rest your index finger on your lips, replying, “I don’t know… Are we?”

Looking at him on your screen, you both let out a laugh, unable to take your facade seriously any longer. “Jay, I’m in charge of reading the questions now.”

“But that’s–”

“Stella asks!” You cut him off, ignoring the pout on his face, “why did you donate one thousand dollars, Jay? Actually I have that question too, so do enlighten us please.” Pretending your fist is a microphone, you place your hand in front of his mouth, raising your eyebrows waiting for his answer.

“I told you, to pay you back.”

“Jay, I gave you one hundred dollars. So either you can’t read or you have a big fat crush on me.“

“I’m pretty good at reading.”

“Ow! Why’d you do that Y/n!” He caresses where you slapped him, feigning a hurt expression.

You slap his arm again, “Stop saying stuff like that! Answer the question, actually.”

“You looked pretty, Y/n, that’s it.”

You tilt your head, looking at him with enlarged eyes “A thousand dollars pretty?”

“A billion dollars pretty.”

“Thank you, Jay” You’re surprised it even gets out of you, coming out as a hushed mumble just so he can hear it. You look at your webcam to see your reddened face, covering the bottom half of your face you relish in disbelief. When did this guy get so confident–and flirty?

He lets out a breathy laugh at your reaction, changing the topic so you could collect yourself–which you very much needed. It’s hard when your hyper focused on his presence next to you, every touch electrifying your body in the best, but at the same time–worst way possible.

Jay continues to answer questions, and you stay silent, watching him talk all he wants to your viewers.

He has habits when he talks and explains things. you’ve noticed a few. How fast he blinks for one, blinking at a noticeable rate, sometimes Jay blinks two times instead of one, maybe for variety? How he uses his hands to describe whatever he’s talking about, or to get a point across. How the corners of his mouth spread when he’s thinking of what to say next, or to fill some silence. How he tilts his head trying to catch any of the fast-paced comments–

“Y/n?”

Oh shit.

“Huh?”

Jay chuckles– something he does a lot around you, eyes crinkling as he rereads the question, “What games are you going to play in future streams?”

You purse your lips, searching your mind to find any answer at all, “Hmm–I don’t know. I was planning on doing some more Minecraft but if you have games, recommend some please!”

He nods, “I want to try that village game, what’s it called?”

“I don’t know?”

The corner of his mouth spreads into a small smile, “Stardew valley! It looks like a cute game.”

user43985 : I NEED TO SEE YNJAY PLAY STARDEW VALLEY STOPPP

popcornpops : lets talk abt how hard they are flirting.. get a room. ( THAT SHOULD BE MEEEE.)

Soobsleftboob : a billion dollars pretty SHUT THE FUCK UPPPP

strawberrylimesoda : do you guys plan on meeting up often?

Hopefully you two do.

“Hey–Jay, can you pass me my waterbottle over there?” You point to the opposite side of the desk.

He looks over to where you're pointing, replying “Yes, ma’am,” before handing it to you, letting your fingers graze each other.

You were definitely not going to make it through this stream.

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Pairing: Joe Burrow x Singer!FemReader

Summary: Before Venus was a multi-platinum record selling artist, writing about the quarterback that stole her heart, she was senior at LSU going through her first heartbreak. This is that story.

a/n: buckle up babes, its heavy

Chapter 16: Robbed

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Warnings: 18+, noncon, smut, launguage, brief description of sexual assault. MINORS DNI

Part 1 🖤

Word Count: 3.3k

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Miles was your very own fairytale prince; he was sweet, chivalrous, charming and easy on the eyes. You met while moving into your LSU apartment about a week before classes started. You were struggling with some boxes when he swooped in and safely helped you bring it up the stairs to your second floor apartment. It was then when you learned that he lived across the hall and ‘couldn’t bare the thought that you had to move in all by yourself, when a lady shouldn’t have to carry any of her stuff at all.’ It’s safe to say, he made the best first impression you’d ever seen.

To thank him for taking the load off your shoulders, you invited him in for the only thing you had in the fridge: sweet tea and beignets that you had left over from breakfast. He accepted the offer with the kindest eyes and you proceeded to learn more about each other for the rest of the afternoon. You learned he was here on an athletic scholarship for soccer and you excitedly informed him about how your summer internship turned into a job offer at the Baton Rouge Clinic. Meeting him made the 9 hour move from home less stressful, he just had a face you wouldn’t mind seeing more of. Luckily before leaving he asked you on your first date, of which you gladly accepted. Why wouldn’t you, he was the most respectful and gentle man you’d ever met.

If only you had remembered that fictional fairytales are the only ones getting perfect endings.

That Friday, your date went exceptionally well, so it led to another and another until he asked you to be his girlfriend. That second week of dating, after officially being his girl, you met Joe and Ja’Marr. You didn’t think you’d hit it off the way you did, but you gained a boyfriend and two lifelong friends within a few weeks of being at your new school. You were on top of the world; you had a job you loved, classes that you actually enjoyed, an amazing boyfriend and friends that’d do anything to put a smile on your face. You couldn’t ever fathom anything going wrong from here, but of course it did, without you even knowing at first.

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The first sign of the end of this moment of bliss was when you had Miles meet your friends. You and Miles were at the library on a study date when the two football players walked in for their own study sesh. They saw you before you saw them, due to your eyes being buried in your books.

“Well look who it is, our little Psych major.” You lifted your head to Ja’Marr sitting in one of the empty seats at your table, closer to Miles. While Joe took the one closest to you. Miles quietly observed the quarterback as he instantly acquainted himself with your study snack and loosely threw his arm around your chair. He frowned at your lack of acknowledgement. Did you not see him attempting to stake his claim on you while he, your actual boyfriend, was sitting directly across from you?

“I didn’t know this was when you usually studied. I thought there was lab in the facility you used?” You asked pulling out a small bag of pretzels from your purse and giving it to the quarterback.

Before either of them could reply, Miles cleared his throat. “There is, but it’s usually crowded with jocks doing anything but homework.” His eyes flicker to the man next to you, who smirked right back at him.

“Yea well, we heard you talking about coming here yesterday. Since it’s before practice, we decided to join you. That okay?” Joe asks smiling in your direction. “Of course, it is!”

‘What a kiss ass.’ Miles mumble under his breath, inaudible to everyone except Ja’Marr, well it didn’t take him long to get on his radar.

Unbeknownst to all the tension surrounding them, you introduce the boys and continue with the session.

A few minutes before the guys leave for practice, you get up to go to the bathroom, leaving the men to themselves. Once you’re out of sight, Miles sits up and looks straight at Joe.

“What are you doing with my girl Burrow?” His eyes squinted and brows knitted.

Joe shrugs with a smug look on his face. “Nothing man, she’s my friend. just looking out for her.”

Miles kisses his teeth, “Nah, that was more than just lookin’ out. Just remember that’s my girl.”

Joe chuckles and pulls out his phone, “Loosen up Robinson, it’s nothing. Plus I got my own to worry about.” He lies showing him a picture of the cheerleader he hooked up with sometime ago. Ja’Marr side eyes him with a knowing look and shakes his head, before eventually backing his QB up.

“Yea, she’d be here right now if it wasn’t for her own practice. You can even ask Y/n.” He teased, watching Joe’s eyes widen for a quick moment before maintaining his innocence.

Miles tosses the phone back as you round the corner, “whatever, but I’m still watching you.” Joe raises his hands ‘harmlessly’ then goes to stand when you reach the table.

“Hey Princess, thanks for the company but we gotta get to practice.” He says going in for a side hug which is immediately reciprocated.

“Aww well, you guys have a good practice. I’ll come by the house when I’m not busy.” You smile hooking your pinkie with Ja’Marr like he would with his teammates. “We should probably get going too, right babe?” Miles was too occupied with glaring at the quarterback as he walked away to hear you.

You walk around to him and run your nails through his hair and scratching the side of his fade. “Babe.”

“Yea, it’s late.” You pack up and walk back to your apartment hand in hand, but Miles’ mind couldn't be further from the moment.

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After meeting your friends Miles shifted, to you it seemed like he just wanted to spend more time with you but it was way more than that. He started becoming more possessive of you, always with you, constantly had his hands on your body and became obsessed with making sure no other guy could take anything from you that he hadn’t already done. It was hot always being under his arm, sure you missed your friends but he’s your boyfriend. Your study dates moved to his apartment and suddenly he had an all access pass to do whatever he wanted.

It was Midterms time and you needed to finish your research paper before the test. The amount of stress you were feeling at the moment was brain numbing.

“What kind of professor assigns a 20 page research paper and a written test in the same week? I mean isn't the paper enough, does he want to be grading for the next 3 months? It makes no fucking sense.” Miles watched as you pushed your glasses up to bury your head in your palms.

“Yea, I don’t know either.” He says eyeing the way your tits push out as you cross your arms at the computer. His gaze lowers to your bare legs, you always ran hot when it came to working, the tennis shorts you were wearing swallowed up by the thickness of your thighs. That added to fact that it was his gold jersey covering your perfect set of twins made him readjust himself multiple times in the last hour. Not like you ever noticed, but something about your oblivious nature made him crave you even more.

When he looked back up the deep set eyes and frown that painted your beautiful face made him clear his desires just enough to position himself behind you and rest his strong hands on your shoulders. “I bet I could relieve some of that stress.” He mutters against your ear then starts kneading at the tense muscles.

“Oh, that feels good.” You couldn’t help the light moans thickening the air, just like he couldn’t help but kiss on that spot behind your ear making you melt even further into his chest.

By the time he was done the pressure in his jeans was unbearable. His hands moved down to your waist and lips into the curve of your neck. He bets Burrow’s never gotten this far with you, he probably wishes he could have what’s his. “I could make you feel so good.”

You hum and turn your head to kiss his lips. The force your met with takes you aback, but you indulge him for bit. “That was nice, but I need to study.” You peck his lips once more then turn back to your paper. His hands continue to roam your body, his lips reattach themselves to your neck sucking deep bruises into your skin. “Babe, please I need to do this.”

He lifts the bottom of the shirt and teases the band of your shorts. You hands grab his and pull them away from your figure. “Miles, stop.” You shuffle yourself away from him and watch his face convert from lust to agitation. “What is up with you today?”

He scoffs, “what you come over here dressed like that and expect me not to want more?”

Your head drops, “we talked about this. You said you were fine with moving at my pace.”

“Well maybe it’s time we step up the pace.” This has to be a joke, you severely want to believe that he’s joking, but the look in his eyes matches the way he looks on gameday, pure determination.

So you match his expression. “I’m not ready, if you can’t deal with that go find someone else that would love to spread their legs for you. You need to tell me right now Miles, because I’m not going to keep myself in a position that makes me uncomfortable.”

He sucks in his lower lip then chuckles. “Princess, I want you and only you. I’ll wait as long as you want, because you mean that much to me. Now come back here, we can put on a movie and forget all about this.” The little anger you had dissipated to anxiety, he noticed as you fingers picked at your nails.

“Baby I promise, nothing like this will ever happen again. I’ve been so stressed that my body took over before my brain could reason the actions. I just want my girl back.” He seemed sincere, like he was actually sorry. It takes a lot for a man to apologize in your experience, so you slowly gave into him.

“You promise you won’t make any more moves?”

The last time a man- a boy really- got this close to you, he didn’t hide his desires at all. So you rejected him, but he wouldn’t take no for an answer. You thought if you just avoided him at all costs that he’d just go away, but he was best friends with your roommate. So one night last year when she had her friends over, he made his move. She and her other friend had left to pick up dinner and he saw it as his opportunity to finally have you. He towered over you, his hands moving up and down your thighs, they were clamped shut as you continued to move away from him. He pinned you against the wall, using his weight to keep you there. You kept repeating for him to stop, but your pleas were muted to his ears. Somehow he managed to get your pants open, but just as he moved his hand further the front door opened.

“I would never do anything you didn’t want princess, I got you.”

Things seemed to simmer down after that, he kept his promise and didn’t try anything more than you would give. You knew it was a bit unfair to withhold that from him, but you just couldn’t open yourself up to someone you’d only known for two months. You tried to make up for it by helping him out when you could, but never wanted to go past that.

The weekend of your 3 month anniversary was packed with events. He had a game that Thursday, Joe and Jamarr had a big game on Friday and your anniversary was the next day. Not to mention you still had to work each day, so you were exhausted. Miles promised you a nice carefree night and he certainly delivered.

“This has to be the most fun date I’ve ever been on.” He smiled you leaned into him all giddy and happy.

“I’m glad you think so cause its not over yet.” He held the door open to his car then got in himself.

“I can’t wait to see what else you’ve got planned.” The high you were feeling off of pure vibes was incredible, he actually indulged you in your love for bowling alleys and arcades. Growing up if you weren’t roller skating you were by the lanes eating greasy food and laughing with your friends.

Miles turned on the car to warm it up some, then reached into console and pulled out a single wrapped chocolate chip cookie. “Babe in the nicest way possible, that is not going to feed both of us.” You chuckled.

“It’s not that kind of cookie, but don’t worry its completely safe and I’ll be with you the entire time.” When you locked eyes, your mischievous nature couldn’t disguise itself. The smirk on your lips added to that look in your eyes told him everything. So he split the treat and handed it to you.

“Bon appetit, baby.”

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The second you got to his door, your hands were all over him itching to touch his skin. Your lips bruised due to the fervor the sloppy kisses you shared. It takes him an extra five minutes to actually get the door open. Once it is, your pushed up to the wall with his knee between your legs. You couldn't help but grind yourself on the thickness of his thigh, your high taking away all worries and just allowing you to actually enjoy the moment.

“Fuck baby, I need you.” He breathes out as he licks on your sweet spot.

You moan before pushing him off, “not here.” You smirk throwing off your hoodie and walking towards his bedroom.

The weight of him on top of you in that moment felt like fulfilling a delicious craving, but its short lived as pieces of clothing are being thrown around the room. You take a second to admire the man’s physique, he’s a perfect mix of lean and muscular. His hands find yours as they run over his stomach and pulls them over your head, suddenly you’re eye to eye. You go up to kiss him when his other hand lifts up your leg. Your desire quickly turns to panic, “Babe?” There’s no way he’s about do this without any prep, right?

He looks up at your wide eyes and pecks your pout. “Don't worry I got you.”

“Wait I’m not- we can’t until- Miles!”

Without any preamble, he pushes his length into your canal immediately being met with resistance. “Fuck you’re tight.”

He barely notices the wince you let out nor the whelmed up tears in your eyes from the intrusion.

“Miles this isn’t, it hurts please just stop-

“Baby it’ll get fuck better.” He starts losing control of his hips and buries his face in the pillow next to you. The moan and groans are muffled by the softness, while your cries are silenced in fear. The pain worsens with each thrust, your pelvis feels like it could shatter and your walls must be coated in blood as the smell of iron wafts into the air.

“You feel so good. Baby you’re gonna make me cum.” Your gaze is locked on the ceiling, hiding your tear stained face from him. At this point you’re just hoping he’ll finish faster. You no longer want to feel the harsh thumps of your chest, the way his dick ambushes your walls, instead you find that hole in your mind that allows you to escape and jump.

Seconds later, Miles lets out one final groan before emptying into the rubber and pulls out. Too fucked out to do anything, he takes the condom off and throws it onto the floor. He doesn’t see the amount of red stained on it or even tied it off. He just slumps into the bed and falls asleep.

It takes almost half an hour for you to come back to reality, your now pulse even but your body feels beyond wrecked.

You stared at the sleeping man dumbfounded for a few seconds trying to wrap your head around what the hell just happened. Letting out a muted scoff you grab the nearest item of clothing which ends up being his soccer jersey. After putting on the shirt you walk over to his bathroom. Each step made you want to double over, you could never look at him the same again. It felt like that night all over again, except ten times worse. Nothing made sense anymore.

Looking at yourself in the mirror isn't the same anymore. Your eyes are duller and your cheeks tear stained, and all you can ask yourself is, ‘what the fuck?’ You knew the first time wasn’t supposed to be sunshine and rainbows, but that felt like a hurricane followed by a tornado. 3 months of events that led up to the most awful night of your life. Rummaging through his cabinets you find ibuprofen and immediately down 3, you wouldn’t wish this pain on your worse enemy.

Your legs tremble as you walked back into his room and slowly slid yourself under the covers hoping he wouldn’t realize you were gone. Giving that he didn’t move an inch, you’d say you were successful, but at what cost? You could've just walked down the hall back to your apartment, but for some reason you thought that maybe in the morning things would get better.

In the morning things did not get any better. Miles’ ridiculous alarm that blared ‘Bump N’ Grind’ woke you up out of the worse sleep of your life. To make matters worse, it was 4 am on a Sunday.

“Babe what the hell?” You groan.

Miles responds with a grunt then turns all the lights on and leaves the room.

“What a dick.” You pull the covers over your head and attempt to fall back asleep. A few minutes later he comes back in the room fully dressed for practice (minus his shirt) and yanks the blanket off of you.

“I need that.” He says pointing to the jersey.

“Don’t you have like seven of these, why do you need this exact one?” You ask.

He rolls his eyes at your question and start gathering your clothes. “What are you doing? Miles what’s going on. Just talk to me.”

He dumps your clothes onto the bed. “Bitch just give me the shirt and get the fuck out.” You look at him stunned before getting out of the bed.

“I know you did not just call me a bitch. Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to Miles?” Your furrowed brows and crossed arms mirror his, but you’re on a whole ‘nother level of pissed.

“Y/n I don't have time for your shit. I have practice in 10 and I’m not letting your lazy ass make me late.” Then he leaves the room again. You throw off the shirt and hurriedly get redressed before storming out of the the room and chucking the jersey at him as he makes his pre-workout shake.

“Thanks baby, I’ll call you later.” He says seconds before you slam his door. Now he wants be all cute and lovey. Arrogant son of a bitch.

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