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joeys-babe · 4 months

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Joey B blurbs: Isn’t She Lovely

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Summary: Joe brings the twins with him to one of his press conferences, but all Miles seems to want is ‘Momma’.

Warnings: Fluff

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

Imagine Universe: Into The Mystic

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*No particular date for this fic!*

(Joe’s pov)

“Joe, my mom’s calling. Can you take the boys with you?” - you

“To my conference??” - Joe

y/n, Tyson, and Miles came over to Paycor today to watch us practice.

Afterward, I and a couple of the other guys stayed back to play football with the kids. The guys made a few jokes after Tyson successfully threw a spiral at two years old. I thought it was accidental, but Ja’marr and Tee swore it was the ‘Burrow gene’.

Now that almost everyone had left the stadium, y/n and the twins were allowed to come into the locker room with me.

y/n got on to me about how messy my locker was. I told her it was fine, but Tee made a ‘Happy wife, happy life’ joke saying I should clean it.

In the end, I knew I would end up doing it anyway to please her because that woman had me wrapped around her finger. She has since high school.

Currently, I was just about to step into the media room when y/n came rushing up to me, the twins behind her, saying that her mom sent a text saying call me ASAP.

Zac had just walked out from his conference, and he heard our conversation.

“You’re allowed to take ‘em in if you want to. I know you would rather be with them than have someone else watch them.” - Zac

“Yeah, okay. Thanks.” - Joe

“No problem, kid.” - Zac walked off

y/n stood in front of me, her phone still ringing, and I made a split-second decision.

“Go ahead, I’ll take ‘em, baby.” - Joe

“Thank you, you're the best, Joe.” - you

She looked around to see if anyone was present, and when there wasn't anyone, she pressed a quick peck to my lips.

I watched her speedwalk down the hall toward the women's bathroom to have some privacy, and I bent down to the twin's level.

“You guys have to go in there with me for my press conference, okay? You know those videos you watch of me with Mommy where the people ask me questions?” - Joe

“Yeh!” - Tyson

“You guys are gonna sit on my lap for one, okay? If you wanna leave at any point tell me.” - Joe

“Ok, Dada.” - Tyson

“What about you Miles? Sound good?” - Joe

“Sound great, Daddy.” - Miles

I stood up and picked them both up, one in each arm, and walked into the media room.

It was kinda funny watching the reporter’s faces turn to shock. They knew I was a reserved, closed-off person, and that I hated the media, so for me to bring my kids in here was surprising to them.

Pulling my chair out, I sat down and situated the boys on my lap. One sat on each leg.

Tyson laid his head on my shoulder while Miles was looking around, trying to figure everything out.

“How’s it goin’.” - Joe

Everything was silent.

“What’s this?” - Reporter 1

“A one-time thing.” - Joe chuckled

Everyone in the room laughed before a reporter spoke up.

“Who are these cuties?” - Reporter 2

“They're my two-year-old twins. Wanna say your names?” - Joe

I almost laughed as Miles immediately lept forward and grabbed the mic.

“I’m Miles.” - Miles

His voice was super loud in the speakers from how close he was to the mic, and I couldn't help but bust out laughing.

Eventually, I pulled Miles back into my lap and nudged Tyson. He silently shook his head.

“This is Tyson. He's my little mini-me and doesn't like the media like his daddy.” - Joe

The room laughed again before I continued talking.

“You guys can interact with the boys for a little bit but I'm here to talk football.” - Joe

For the first time since I walked in, the room fell silent, till Miles spoke up.

“Momma!” - Miles

“Someone wants his momma.” - Reporter 3 laughed

“Yeah. She’s on the phone, which is why I had to bring ‘em in here.” - Joe

“Momma?” - Miles looked up at Joe

“She’s on the phone, buddy. If you guys can't already tell, he's a momma’s boy. He’s more like her than me personality-wise.” - Joe

“So he’s social?” - Reporter 2 jokes

I laughed as I nodded my head, finding his dig at me to be funny.

“Momma!” - Miles whined

“Guys, excuse me, but I'm probably gonna have to call my wife.” - Joe

This was the most unorganized thing I've ever done.

Pulling my phone out to call y/n, she answered pretty fast.

“Hello? Are you still in your conference?” - you

“Yes, but can you come get Miles? He wants you like bad.” - Joe

“Oh yeah, of course. I’ll be right there.” - you

“Okay, good. See you in a sec.” - Joe

“I won't say I love you, so you don't have to say it back. I know you don't want that being picked up on the mic.” - you laughed

“I love you too, bye.” - Joe smiled

“What?!” - you

I hung up just after that, not caring that I said it right into the mic.

“She’s coming to get this one.” - Joe

I nodded at Miles, then realized he was waving directly at a female reporter.

Just a few seconds went by before the media room door opened and y/n walked in.

She looked at me, unsure of what to do, so I flicked my head telling her to come in my direction.

y/n walked up the platform steps and took Miles from my lap, who was smiling from ear to ear.

“Do you wanna go with Momma too?” - Joe

Tyson shook his head no and sat up, now facing the room of seated reporters.

I leaned the mic away from my mouth and whispered to y/n.

“Thanks, Mama. You look beautiful by the way. I'll see you after this is over.” - Joe grinned

She grinned at me, her cheeks flushing as she situated Miles on her hip before waking away.

When I faced the reporters and fixed the mic back to point toward my face, they all had smiles on their faces.

“Did… did you guys hear that?” - Joe

All at once they all said yes, yeah, mhm, yup.

My cheeks turned red from embarrassment, this was an absolute trainwreck.

“So… Tyson, what can you tell us about your daddy? What does he do at home?” - Reporter 3

“Uhm…” - Tyson sighed

All of the reporters laughed, finding it so funny that Tyson just pulled something so characteristically me.

“He is just like you!” - Reporter 1

“What do I do at home, Ty?” - Joe

“Kiss Mommy.” - Tyson giggled

I immediately groaned and covered my face with my hand. Tyson kept on laughing, and so were the reporters.

“I’m getting exposed right now.” - Joe

“We, Uhm, pway foot…ball.” - Tyson

“We do.” - Joe nodded

“That’s it.” - Tyson blabbered

The room laughed once again till a reporter spoke up.

“So all he does is kiss your mom and play football?” - Reporter 3

“Mhm!” - Tyson

“Pretty accurate, not gonna lie.” - Joe

“Joe, you're pretty smitten with your wife, yeah?” - Reporter 5

“Have been since high school. She’s the best though. The best mom, wife, best friend… and so much more. She keeps me grounded. I know I usually keep my personal life separate from football, but I love her more than anything.” - Joe

“More than football?” - Reporter 2

“More than anything.” - Joe reiterated

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Authors note: though Joe would never do this, let's just imagine he would.

Request for this fic;

Hope you enjoyed! 💕

#joe burrow #bengals #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow x reader #joey b #cincinnati bengals

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tojisun · 4 months

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(holiday special - christmas eve)

simon ghost riley x fem reader - in multiple aus ^v^

star dividers by @/plutism <33

biker!simon who gifts you your own bike and takes you around the bloc to ride it. it doesn’t go well at first – you keep stumbling and the sputtering engine of your own bike scares you, but simon’s there, ready to catch you and to switch off the ignition before you can topple.

you two spend hours just familiarizing yourself with the bike before you finally manage a one-minute run without tipping over, simon shadowing you from the back with his own. laughter spills from your lips and simon grins, feeding off of your giddiness.

(you don’t know it but simon’s been filming your progress, sending updates to the group chat when he can.

ghost: peanut’s learning

ghost: [video attachment]

soap: today of all days? ok weirdo. anyways, what time are you both gonna be here for the party then????

gaz: LMAO JOHNNY)

the sky’s stretching into darkness (it’s just four in the afternoon) when you wheel your bike back to his garage.

“y’had fun?” simon asks, tapping your visor lightly with his gloved hand, his eyes crinkled in happiness.

you nod, placing your palms on either side of your helmet to tether it from all of simon’s jostling.

“i did!” you cheer, beaming up at him. “thank you so much, baby.”

simon smiles before he bumps his helmet on yours, his palm closing around your wrist where his thumb begins to rub soothing nothings.

“‘s good to hear,” he says, his voice a touch quiet. “i’m so proud of you, lovie.”

you are still shy, avoiding his eyes as your cheeks continue to thrum with heat at simon’s reverence, when you and simon rev away towards johnny’s place.

baker!simon who is knocking on your apartment door at 3 am and, when that fails, is calling you consecutively until you answer.

“fuckin’ what?”

you’re groggy from sleep, voice still scratchy from having just been woken up. simon can practically see your eye bags from the other line but he doesn’t have it in him to be sorry. you did ask to be picked up for the day’s long haul.

“wakey wakey,” simon greets with a straight face. “time for cake…y.”

there’s silence from your end, stretching into uncomfortable minutes, before the door is ripped open and there came you, squinting up at him.

“what?” you ask again, this time less angry. simon realizes the call’s been dropped so he pockets his phone back.

“good mornin’ love,” is what he says instead because it is. because every morning with you is good. “y’still wanna help out with the shop today?”

you blink your squinted eyes for a while, processing, then, “ah! oh-em-jee, yeah, of course.”

it’s kind of comical how your face eases up with the dawning realization before you scramble back inside to your place. there’s a pause, shuffling of feet, and the door swinging open again. you shoot him a sheepish smile. “come in?”

he chuckles and steps forward to finally crowd you, his lips cool as they brush against your warm cheek. you burrow in his warmth and you two breathe each other in before you amble back to prepare for the day.

(simon stares at the bloody ceiling.

“mactavish,” he barks out. “how did you fuckin’ launch the batter up there?”

it’s only your loud laughter that saves johnny from being fired – “you can’t fire a friend! bro-code!” – and simon stops glaring at him to turn and watch as you try to stop the giggles.

there’s a stray peppering of flour on your face and on your hair, your apron a whole wet mess of egg and batter, and your hands sticky with cookie dough. but even then, you still look so beautiful, so perfect, as you stand there amidst the mess.

“keep starin’ and lassie’ll melt.”

simon elbows johnny in the stomach hard.)

bimbo!reader who worryingly calls simon because something is wrong with the mashed potatoes you’re preparing. simon answers the call within the first ring, leaving the towel that he’s been using to dry his hair to fall limply on the floor.

“hey, sweets,” he says. “how-”

“simmy!” you cry out, cutting him off. “they’re ugly!”

“oh? what is, sweet pea?” simon asks, not even batting an eye.

he gets a facetime call and eagerly answers it. simon almost lets out a croon at how gorgeous you are, all dolled up for the night out with your friends – and even when you aren’t dolled up, even when you’re only in his ratty old shirts, you are still so beautiful – and wishes he can see you in person already.

simon’s not really a patient man when it comes to being away from you.

“hi, my sweet girl,” he says, his eyes crinkling as he smiles.

the worry in your face melts just a bit, your eyes flicking down shyly.

see? his sweet girl, indeed.

“uhm, i,” you begin, clearing your throat when it cracks. “they’re ugly.”

“who is?”

simon doesn’t expect you to flip the camera to show him a pot of… chowder?

“i fucked up my mashed potatoes!”

a heartbeat passes before simon’s peeling laughter comes through. he disguises it as a cough, thumping his chest when the chuckles refuse to be smothered.

it’s just- he can’t look away from the fucked up potatoes, not even knowing where to begin to tell you how you screwed them up. did you add more milk than needed? why’s it so wet? did you add water to it too?

what-

simon’s thoughts stutter to a halt, his giddy laughter petering into quiet puffs.

“sweetheart?” he asks and simon’s blessed with the sight of your beautiful face again. “aren’t you supposed to be out with your friends tonight? why’re you making food?”

your lips jut out in a pout, your nose scrunching as you look away. it takes a heartbeat before you reply, your words chewed on as though you don’t want him to hear.

but simon did. and his heart is left to melt in the weight of his love for you.

“i asked if we could reschedule because you just came back and i wanted to, you know, have dinner with you.”

“oh,” simon whispers.

you sniff.

simon doesn’t hide his smile. “i’ll be there in ten, yeah?”

he catches you nod before simon’s off, running to his room to dress up, before snagging his car keys and the wrapped gift he prepared for you.

he swears that he carefully managed to go past the speed limit as he drives to your place. very carefully.

(extra)

dbf!simon who watches as the minutes go by as his message remains unanswered.

> you free?

he sees the notification that it’s been read. he waits to see if you will type up anything but the chat box remains an empty slate and the seconds of waiting turn to minutes.

to hours.

simon’s fist tightens around the box in his hand.

(johnny sees the diamonds and snorts. “tryna win her back with a rock, really?”

simon glares at him and johnny raises his hands in mock surrender.

he sighs and pushes the gift to johnny. “just take it. i’ve got no use for it.”

“anymore, you mean,” johnny adds, snickering even when he pockets the ring.

simon grunts and turns away, ignoring johnny as he tries to drown out the yawning in his heart.)

: this was supposed to be posted yesterday ahhh im sorry for the delay :(( merry christmas to those who are celebrating it!! happy winter break to those who arent ^v^ i love u guys soooo much <33

#suns.hc #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #biker!simon #baker!simon #bimbo!reader #suns #i love u guys so so much n im sorry this one came out late :((

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ddejavvu · 1 year

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omg imagine james potter sending u videos of him jacking off WITH SOUND and you can hear his moans and how he edges himself while moaning your name dhsbdbdjsnwndv

this post is 18+, minors dni.

Just the thumbnail of the video has you snaking a hand down your panties. It's James's thigh, one corner occupied by wiry strands of hair that you so often burrow into. When you press play the video snaps into focus, and he positions the camera against his belly so that you have a full view of his cock. It's stiff, red-tipped and leaking ever-so-slightly. Your mouth waters, and you wonder if you've been sexually pavlov'd.

James's big hand smooths down his cock, glistening with spit when his palm passes over it. You watch as his thumb roves slow and steady over the tip, collecting the smear of precum that's oozing from his slit and mixing it with his spit. He groans when his thumb comes into contact with the tip of his cock, and you have to bite your lips to suppress one of your own.

"Fuck," He grunts, voice coming low and gravelly from behind the camera, "'Was- was thinkin' about your tits, darling." James groans, hand pumping faster at the thought, "And- and how they look covered in my- ah, cum."

He's breathing heavy now, and in contrast to his deep groans and grunts, a whimper escapes his lips. He slows his pace, torture on his achingly hard cock as it twitches in his hands.

"Jus' wanna fuck 'em," He confesses, camera shaking slightly as he envisions ramming his cock between your tits as you hold them together, "Fuck, and the last time we did it... when- when you stuck your- tongue!" He fights to keep his orgasm at bay, teeth gritted and voice rough, "To- to try and- catch some of my cum when I came on your tits. So fuckin' hot, love, oh, god."

It's easy to spread yourself open, slick-soaked cunt sucking your fingers in. You relish in James's guttural groans as he works himself up, fingers moving in time through your cunt as his hand does on his dick. You've set a nice steady pace for yourself when he speaks again, "Bet'cha you've got your hand in your pants, huh love? Got that- hnngh, got those pretty white panties on. With those wet spots- fuck, bet you're dripping."

Well, you are now. If you hadn't been wet before, you're certainly soaked after that. You muffle a moan into your pillowcase, fingers working harder and faster to get you to your orgasm. You fuck yourself in time with his groans, listening to each grunt and letting it flow through you to fuel the fire down below. The visual of his red-tipped, leaking cock only makes things better, and you stuff another finger in your cunt to fuck yourself just as wide as he does.

He cums after a series of babbles about your cunt, how wet he bets it is, and how stiff your clit must be. The sight of him spilling over his hand and thighs sends you right over the edge after him, and the circular motions you're making against your clit sharply turn from pleasure into pain. You jerk your hand away as soon as you grow overstimulated, longing to drag your tongue up James's thigh and lick him clean.

The video ends abruptly, but not before his labored breathing filters into your ears. You breathe in tandem, overwhelmed and flushed, but before you can text James back, another message flashes across the screen.

Take a picture for me? Show me what I do to you, darling.

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tigertales9 · 4 months

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Hard Reset IX

Pairing: Joe Burrow x Reader

Warnings: 18+ / Smut / Fluff

Description: This fic covers the rest of the bye week honeymoon.

Time/Place: Wednesday, Oct. 18, 2023 - Friday, Oct. 20, 2023 / the lakehouse

A/N: This is the ninth fic in the Hard Reset series.

The end of the secret honeymoon is here! Next chapter will be back in the city. I'm going to be pretty busy the next couple weeks, but I'll try to get the next chapter up as soon as I can. It'll probably be after the holidays.

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Wednesday night, 10/18/23

You come awake slowly, yawning and smiling against Joe's chest as he drops a kiss on your forehead. "How long was I asleep?" you ask.

"Just over an hour," he answers. "I woke up about ten minutes ago."

"I feel like I slept for ages," you murmur, yawning again.

"It was def a power nap," he muses.

You enjoy his warm embrace for several more minutes before his stomach growls loudly, causing you both to laugh. "Let me get a quick shower and we'll cook dinner," you state. "We can save the fondue action for tomorrow."

"Can we finish carving the pumpkins before dinner?" he asks, his hopeful tone making you smile.

"Sure." You take his hand as he stands up and helps you off the sofa. "Shower first, then pumpkins, then dinner. Does that sound good?"

"Sounds perfect," he agrees, following you as you head for the stairs.

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About forty minutes later, you're freshly showered and back downstairs, finishing up carving your jack-o-lantern as Joe -- who finished carving before you -- tosses another log on the fire.

"I'm done," you eventually announce, standing up and giving him a smile. "Time for the big reveal," you continue, setting your jack-o-lanterns side by side on the table before stepping back to inspect them.

"Awww, yours is super cute," he mutters, making a face as he gestures at his. "Mine looks like he's struggling to hold in a huge fart," he grumbles, mimicking his jack-o-lantern's grimace as you bust out laughing.

"He really does," you agree, laughing even harder when he playfully swats your butt.

"You weren't supposed to agree with me," he pouts.

"Sorry," you giggle, pulling him into a tight hug. "It'll look awesome once we put the candles inside. Let's put 'em on the hearth and light 'em up."

Y'all grab your jack-o-lanterns and head toward the fireplace, placing them on the hearth and inserting lit candles inside before stepping back to admire the results. Both of you are silent for a minute before Joe speaks.

"Mine looks even worse lit up."

You know better than to agree with his very correct assessment, so you just give him a smile and lie through your teeth. "I think it looks great," you chirp, smiling even bigger when he narrows his eyes at you.

"Liar," he scoffs, trying and failing to keep a stern look on his face.

"He's got a touch of RBF, but he's still super cute, kinda like you," you tease, grabbing his hand and walking toward the kitchen. "You ready to cook dinner?"

"Yes, I'm starving," he groans, quickly forgetting all about his less-than-stellar pumpkin carving skills.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Thursday, 10/19/23

Y'all sleep late the next morning then have breakfast together before taking a few hours to do your own things:

watching game film, talking to Coach Taylor, and a work-out for him

a shower, talking to your bestie, your mom, and Joe's mom, plus online furniture shopping for you

You're lounging in bed just after noon -- wearing lace panties and one of Joe's t-shirts -- perusing armchairs for the lakehouse bedroom sitting area when he walks in fresh from his work-out, wiping his face and neck with a hand towel while looking like sex on legs.

"Hey," he greets you, ambling over and leaning down to press a kiss on your lips. "What are you doing?"

"Watching porn," you deadpan, smiling when he cranes his neck to look at your computer screen.

"Those leather chairs are really nice, but I wouldn't call 'em porn."

"I was talking about you," you purr, placing your fingertips on his inner thigh and running them all the way up the leg of his slinky shorts to his thigh crease, giving him a filthy wink at his sharp intake of breath.

"I'm really sweaty," he mutters, his eyes going wide when you pull your hand out of his shorts, set your laptop aside and turn to face him.

"Take your shirt off," you order, grabbing his hips and coaxing him forward a couple steps until his legs touch the edge of the mattress; you look up at him, loving the angle as he towers over you while you stay seated on the bed, your spread thighs flanking his long legs.

He tosses the towel down and slowly pulls his shirt off, using it to wipe his armpits and chest before trailing it down his torso. "Uh-uh," you scold, taking the shirt and tossing it on the floor. "That's what my tongue is for," you tease, holding eye contact while flattening your tongue against his abs just above the waistband of his shorts, licking up the length of his barely-there blonde treasure trail before slowly rimming his belly button.

He makes a sound low in his throat as you reverse course, trailing your tongue back down over his treasure trail, waistband, and all the way down to the prominent bulge in his shorts. "I wanna taste you," you state, licking his erection through the flimsy fabric. "I'm really sweaty," he repeats. "I know," you moan, hooking your fingers in the waistband of his shorts and undies and pulling them down to mid-thigh; you catch his cock as it springs free, relishing the hot and heavy feel of it in your hands as you trace the prominent veins with gentle caresses before gripping him tight. You give him a few slow pulls, base to tip, coaxing some pearly precum out before gently lapping it up, a sizzle of heat rushing through you at the noises he makes as you pleasure him.

"So good," he grits out, placing one big hand on the back of your head as you take him deeper and deeper; your entire body reacts to the sensory overload, drunk on the feel and the smell and the taste of him, the pheromone cocktail causing an immediate rush of moisture in your mouth and core.

"Jesus, baby, I wanna fuck you," he eventually groans, "but I'm way too sweaty to get in bed."

You pull off of him, stripping your shirt and panties off before spinning around and getting on your hands and knees, scooting back until you're on the edge of the mattress, your butt conveniently positioned at his crotch level. You throw him a look over your shoulder and wiggle your ass in invitation, fully expecting him to sink his erection inside you. He licks his lips and squats down, sinking his hot tongue inside you instead; you drop your forehead down onto the bed and arch your back, giving him easier access as his talented tongue works magic between your thighs, your fingernails digging into the cool sheets and your breathy moans escalating as he expertly coaxes you toward climax.

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After a few orgasms -- two for you, one for him -- y'all end up sprawled on the bedroom floor with you on top of him, both panting hard to catch your breath.

"That got my heart rate up much more than my work-out," he grins, running a hand up and down your back.

"I think I blacked out for a sec," you chuckle, taking several more minutes to recover from the intense climaxes before rolling off of him. "I need a shower, but I'm not sure I can walk."

"Let me help," he offers, standing up and helping you to your feet before guiding you to the bathroom. "Let's get a shower then go do the fondue thing, okay?"

"That doesn't sound like a very healthy lunch," you laugh.

He gives you a wink before turning the water on to heat up in the oversized shower. "We gotta enjoy the cheat days while we can. Once we're back in the city, we'll go back to healthy eating."

"Sounds good," you concede, stepping into the steaming shower just ahead of him, shivering in delight when the hot water hits you.

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An hour later you're back downstairs, sitting across from each other on the floor on either side of the coffee table -- in front of a roaring fire -- playing Uno and dipping Honeycrisp apple wedges, pumpkin spice doughnut chunks and fluffy marshmallows in warm caramel.

"This fondue pot is amazing," Joe mumbles around a mouthful of gooey marshmallow, holding one hand in front of his face so as not to show you his partially-chewed food.

"It really is," you agree, hitting him with yet another 'draw four' card while he rolls his eyes in exasperation.

"Damn, woman," he mutters, snatching the cards from the deck. "I've got like fifty cards now," he exaggerates.

"Good thing you have big hands to hold all of 'em," you tease, giving him a cheeky grin when he faux-glowers at you.

A couple minutes later, you throw down your last card, laughing at the look of relief on his face. "Thank God that's finally over," he grumbles, stacking the Uno cards and setting them to the side.

Y'all exchange small talk while you finish the fondue.

"I talked to your mom earlier," you say. "She's hinting that she wants to see us when we get back to the city." You reach over and wipe a drop of caramel off of his chin before continuing. "Maybe we should have them over Sunday? You and your dad can watch football and grill steaks, and your mom and I will make all the side dishes."

"Sounds good," he mumbles around a mouthful of apple.

"I'll call your mom tomorrow and invite them. They can just spend the night and head home Monday morning." Joe opens his mouth to say something, but you beat him to it. "I'll let her know that you have to be at the facility early Monday to start prepping for the 49ers, so you won't be having breakfast with us."

"You read my mind," he grins.

"It's getting to be a habit," you laugh, before gesturing to his phone. "Check the weather real quick."

He wipes his hands on a napkin before doing your bidding. "The rain is really scattered," he muses. "Looks like we have a good chance for some light showers but nothing crazy like last night."

You heave a sigh and roll your shoulders, throwing a look of longing at the roaring fire before speaking. "Is it bad that I just want to stay in tonight? I know you want to go to the Lake Lodge for dinner, but it's so warm and cozy here," you plead, batting your eyelashes for good measure.

He gives you a smile before responding. "I was just about to suggest we get soup and sandwiches delivered from The Cove Café for dinner tonight. There's an hour window from like 6:00 to 7:00 when the rain chance drops to basically zero." He shrugs. "Perfect time to have something delivered without the delivery guy getting drenched."

"Great idea," you grin, your smile fading a bit as a thought hits you. "I feel bad you won't get to try the other items you were looking forward to at the Lodge. Maybe we should have lunch there tomorrow before we head back to the city?"

"Why don't we stay one more night?" he asks. "The weather is supposed to be nice tomorrow. Max said we can borrow his boat to explore the lake, then we can have dinner on the rooftop deck at the Lodge tomorrow night."

"That sounds amazing, but we only booked three nights here."

"That was before we bought the place," he grins, laughing along with you as you make a sheepish face.

"I keep forgetting it's our house now. -- It feels like a dream."

"This whole secret honeymoon feels like a dream," he sighs. "Let's stay an extra night before we have to go back to the real world."

"I'd love that," you agree, watching as he stands up and grabs a couple of throws off the sofa before layering them on the floor in front of the fireplace.

"Now that we have that settled," he states. "Let's play a game that I know I can beat you at."

"Football?" you tease.

"Blackjack," he answers, grabbing a deck of cards before plopping down -- criss cross applesauce -- on the plush nest of blankets, gracing you with a smug grin as he shuffles the cards.

"Boy please," you snicker, dropping down opposite him. "I'm gonna beat you at that, too," you boast, sticking your tongue out at him when he laughs at your bravado.

"Let's make it strip blackjack since you're being a cocky little shit," he challenges.

You shrug nonchalantly. "Sure, but you better stoke the fire up so you don't get cold when you're booty butt naked and I'm still dressed."

"You'll be naked first, sweetie," he purrs, giving you a wink as he stands up to throw another log on the fire.

"We'll see."

He drops back down on the pile of blankets and shuffles the cards again while stating the rules. "We'll play through the deck; whoever has the most cards at the end is the winner. We're both wearing five articles of clothing -- shirt, leggings, bra, panties and socks for you -- shirt, t-shirt, sweatpants, undies and socks for me. So we're good to go."

"Sounds good. Deal 'em," you order, watching his sensual hands as he does your bidding, placing one card face down and one face up for each of you. You check your hidden card. "Hit me," you order, smiling at the card you receive. "I'll stand," you continue.

He turns his hidden card over. "Nineteen," he gloats.

"Twenty," you grin as you turn your hidden card face up.

"Lucky ass," he mumbles, rolling his eyes as you rake the cards into a pile with a flourish before setting them beside you. "This is off to an excellent start," you tease, giggling as he deals the next hand.

You eventually win the game, biting your lip and trying not to look too smug when he rips his socks off.

"You wanna deal the next game?" he asks.

"No, I like watching you do it," you admit. "You have sexy hands," you continue, giving him a naughty wink as he shuffles the deck.

He easily wins the next game, and you slowly unbutton your plaid flannel shirt before shrugging it off; you take your bra off before sliding the shirt back on, leaving it open to expose your breasts. You neatly fold your bra and set it to the side, giving him an innocent smile as his eyebrows slide up toward his hairline.

After several more games, he's down to nothing but his undies while you're still wearing your shirt, leggings and panties.

"You're counting cards," he accuses, giving you a look as he shuffles the deck.

"Yep, just like you taught me," you grin with absolutely no remorse. "Why aren't you doing it?"

"I'm trying, but I have a hard time concentrating when your perfect tits are staring me in the face."

"That's too bad," you snicker, trying and failing to look sympathetic.

He narrows his eyes at you. "You took your bra off first on purpose, didn't you?"

"Maybe," you shrug, squealing when he pounces on you and manhandles you back against the blankets, playing cards flying in every direction. "Wait! The game's not over yet," you giggle.

"You win," he growls, pressing a kiss on the sensitive spot just behind your ear.

"But you're not completely naked," you protest weakly, snapping the elastic waist on his undies before turning your head to give him better access as he sucks your earlobe before nipping it lightly.

"I'm about to be," he promises, "and so are you," he continues, giving you a loaded look before parting your lips with his tongue, immediately thrusting it inside when you open up for him.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Friday, 10/20/23 (after dinner at the Lake Lodge)

You finish brushing your teeth before clicking off the bathroom light and joining Joe in the bedroom, smiling when you find him sprawled out on the bed wearing only his undies, his clothes and shoes tossed in a heap on the floor.

"I can't believe I ate so much," he groans, rubbing his flat stomach while making a face.

"It was your last cheat day for awhile so don't sweat it," you soothe, sitting on the bed next to him and looking down at his beautiful face, the light from the waxing crescent moon streaming down through the skylight giving him an ethereal glow. He looks like a Renaissance painting, you muse to yourself.

"Well, the food was delish so I guess it was -burp- worth it," he states, belatedly covering his mouth after his gaseous eruption. "Excuse me," he chuckles. "That burp could've been much louder, but I held back."

"And some folks say romance is dead," you laugh, hopping up to get him an antacid tablet from the bathroom before breezing back in.

"Romance will never be dead for us," he states, chewing the chalky tablet before washing it down with the glass of water you hand him. "Thanks," he continues.

"You're welcome." You stretch out beside him and look up at the night sky, giving a wry grin when you spot the Big Dipper.

"We need to build a boathouse," he muses.

"Are we gonna buy a boat?"

"Yeah, eventually. I want to add another dock with a boathouse about thirty yards to the left of the existing dock. It needs to be offset so it won't block our view."

"I guess you enjoyed cruising around in Max's boat today?" you grin.

"Loved it."

"Me too." You smile at the memory.

Y'all spent a few hours cruising around the lake, the air crisp and the sun shining, Joe's curls blowing in the wind and his deep, throaty laugh echoing as he steered you in and out of quaint coves lined with trees lit up with leaves in shades of red, orange and gold. You took several pics of him, almost as many as he took of you. The outfit you picked out for him -- cream colored henley, dark olive jeans & Timbs -- made him look like a walking orgasm, especially with the henley unbuttoned to show off his sexy neck and a hint of chest.

"We got some amazing pics," he says, reading your mind, as usual.

"Yes, we did."

Y'all fall silent for several minutes before he speaks up again.

"I don't know if I should mention this right now, but I had a bad dream last night. I know it was just a dream, but it got me thinking."

"About what?" you ask, sitting up and looking down at him.

"About our 'official' wedding." He sits up and turns to face you, sitting criss cross and dropping his gaze to pick at a thumbnail as he continues. "I just … the thought of saying vows in front of a bunch of people kind of freaks me out."

You nod your head, not at all surprised since he has a tendency to suffer from social anxiety in certain situations. Playing football in front of 70,000 plus people with millions more watching on TV? Piece of cake. Public speaking when all eyes are on him? Not a piece of cake.

You brush a hand through his curls and give him a smile. "You know I'm perfectly fine not having a big wedding."

"I know." He takes both of your hands in his. "But what do you think about a really small wedding? Like just our parents and us?"

"Keep talking," you urge, the excited look on his face telling you he's got much more to say.

"I'm thinking a destination wedding with just the six of us. We'll take a private jet somewhere a little exotic but still fairly close. Not Florida," he deadpans when you raise a skeptical eyebrow at him. "Maybe somewhere in the Caribbean," he continues. "I like the idea of doing a beach thing, but I don't wanna fly forever to get there."

"I agree," you soothe, giving him an encouraging smile as he forges ahead.

"We can spend a couple days doing touristy things with our folks -- a beach BBQ, sunset cruise, whatever -- then we'll have the wedding ceremony followed by a nice dinner. Afterwards, you and I will go somewhere more private for our 'official' honeymoon while our parents stay behind at the resort."

"You've given this a lot of thought, and it sounds amazing," you grin, loving how excited he seems. "Will we all fly home together?"

"No. Our parents will fly home after a week stay or whatever they decide on. Then you and I will fly home later. Just the two of us." His smile goes from excited to naughty, and you know exactly what he's thinking.

"Will we be joining the Mile High Club on our return flight?" you ask, giggling when he gives you a filthy wink.

"The mind-reading is getting out of hand at this point," he chuckles.

You laugh with him for a bit before responding. "I love everything about your plan, but we'll need to have a party with all of our family and friends when we get back."

"Absolutely," he agrees. "We'll throw a huge party here at the lakehouse sometime between OTAs and training camp. All of the updates -- new boathouse and dock, deck expansion, swimming pool, upgraded landscaping, new kitchen counters, new furniture -- will be finished by then."

"If we host everybody here, they're gonna need a place to stay. Can't have folks getting shitfaced and then trying to drive back to the city."

He shrugs. "I think we should rent out that boutique hotel on the bluff overlooking the lake. It has like 100 rooms, so plenty of space for everyone."

"Ohhhh," you nod, thinking back to the hotel he'd pointed out to you on your earlier cruise around the lake. "The place with that gorgeous tri-level deck?"

"Yeah," he grins. "We should def utilize that deck for something."

"Dinner and dancing," you murmur, immediately getting into the idea. "We can rent out the entire hotel for two nights -- dinner and dancing at the hotel the first night, then we'll host everyone at our place the next day. At the end of the festivities, everyone can crash at the hotel and sleep it off before driving back to the city."

"Sounds like a plan," he states, his huge smile and deep sigh conveying a sense of relief as well as happiness.

You lean forward and press a kiss on his lips. "I can tell you put a lot of thought into this, and I really appreciate it."

He blushes and gives a shrug. "You've mentioned wanting me to make more plans and decisions instead of leaving it all to you. There are a ton of decisions you'll need to make, but I'm glad to help."

"Help?" you chuckle. "You've laid out the entire game plan. All I have to do is flesh out the details which is my fav thing."

"So you're happy?" he asks, his eyes locking onto yours.

"I'm ecstatic." You stretch out on the bed and pull him down beside you, trailing your fingers up and down his bare chest. "We have so much to look forward to."

"We really do," he agrees, covering his mouth to conceal another burp. "But, unfortunately, one thing we don't have to look forward to right now is sex. I ate way too much, and my stomach is churning a little."

"Let me get you another antacid," you offer, hurrying to grab it then watching as he chews it before gulping down another glass of water. "Dinner tonight was pretty rich, and you're not used to that. You'll feel better in the morning."

You stretch back out beside him, several minutes passing before he breaks the silence.

"I never got to see the naughty lingerie you brought."

"I'll surprise you with it one night soon. We have the rest of our lives to enjoy stuff like that."

"We have so much to look forward to," he echoes your earlier words, nuzzling his face into the nape of your neck as he pulls you against him.

"We really do," you agree, your mind racing with thoughts and ideas, a smile still gracing your lips as you eventually drop off to sleep.

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Series Masterlist

Chapter 16

Warnings: Typical TWD violence and gore; male on female violence; female on male violence; allusions to SA; injuries; blood

A/N: Sorry this chapter is a little shorter. It was very heavy to write. Please be mindful of the warnings!

Your back hit the wall, knocking the breath from your lungs. The taste of blood was strong and metallic in your mouth from biting your tongue the last time he hit you. Daryl’s hands were immediately on your throat, pressing enough to make breathing difficult but not impossible.

There was a cut on his cheek, his lip split and bleeding. “What’re ya gonna do now?” You whined and struggled, his hold only tightening. “Y/N!” Your wide eyes met his, bruises throbbing.

“I…I…” You fought the tears but they just kept coming.

“Who am I?” You grit your teeth, fingers clawing at his wrists. The archer leaned in close, growling in your face. “Who am I, Y/N?”

“Daryl!” You choked out, vocal chords grating against the pressure.

“No!” He removed one hand, slapping you hard across the face. Your jaw clenched, cheek burning. “Would he do this? Would he?”

“No!” You shouted, squirming when he pressed his body weight against you. “Never!”

“Cryin’ like a lil’ bitch! Is that gonna save ya out there?!” Daryl pulled you forward and slammed you back again, the cement scraping your back through your t-shirt. “Who am I, Y/N?!”

He had started simple. Push-ups, crunches, lunges, core strengthening exercise. No matter how your muscles burned; how weak you were by the end of the day, he wouldn’t allow you to stop for more than a small water break until dinner time.

Sometimes you ate, sometimes you showered, and sometimes you just went up to the perch and burrowed into the mattress, your need to be clean forgotten in favor of the burning ache in your arms and legs. Regardless of your choice, Daryl would follow you. He’d hand you the shorts and tank top you’d started using for sleeping and turn his back until you changed. You’d hear the water dripping into the basin as he wrung out a cloth, holding it over your sore arms and legs.

“Ain’t got no ice. M’sorry.”

You’d smile tiredly and thank him.

When your muscles cramped, he’d massage them while telling you how well you did that day. If you made mistakes, he’d talk you through it as the rough pads of his fingers worked the tension out of your body.

“Drink your water. Ya muscles do somethin’ that sucks if ya don’t drink enough after ya piss ‘em off.”

You had laughed at his verbiage, but tipped the cup to your lips anyway.

The evening before you were supposed to begin learning hand to hand defense, you couldn’t find Daryl anywhere inside the prison.

“Hey, have you seen Daryl?” You asked from the doorway of the kitchen. Carol glanced up from the stew with a gentle smile and you knew that she knew. Of course she did. The archer talked to her about everything.

“He’s outside. Down by the garden.” You nodded and turned away, looking over your shoulder at the soft call of your name. “Please remember he cares about you.”

You mulled over the words before giving her a thin-lipped smile. “I know.”

Daryl watched the clouds move across the orange and purple sky, the most beautiful part of the day in his opinion. When things began to go still for the night. He could almost ignore the growls and snarls from beyond the fence and pretend he was on a hunting trip with Merle, everything back the way it used to be.

He would have his brother back, but he wouldn’t have you. A catch 22 that he didn’t dare try to contemplate further.

He heard your quiet footfalls from the top of the hill, his hunter’s senses still keen even though he had cut back in recent days to make sure your training was consistent. The community wasn’t happy that they were doing without the meat. Again. When it was your safety in question, he didn’t give a rat’s ass about the thoughts of the community.

“What’re you doing out here all alone?” You asked, plopping down beside him. He gave a soft snort.

“Ya act like it ain’t somethin’ I do all the time.”

“Feels different this time.”

He braved a glance at you, your expression soft and concerned.

“S’ cause it is.” He replied. Daryl began plucking blades of grass while you laid your head on his shoulder. He didn’t flinch and it never failed to surprise him.

“I know that everything that happens is so I can learn.”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll be okay.” You pushed against him slightly and smiled up at him when he looked down. His stomach fluttered and he found himself smiling back, even if it was only a slight upturn of one corner of his mouth. When you looked back to the sky, the colors blending and fading, you sighed in contentment. “It’s beautiful.”

Sunset forgotten, he kept his sights on you; the glow of the last light in your eyes, the soft tint of your skin.

“Yeah, it is.”

If you thought cardio was exhausting, then hand to hand defense was downright debilitating. You dodged and kicked and punched, soft contact while the moves were new.

“That’s good. Now drop your arm.” Daryl instructed, his hold light while you did as he said. “Turn ‘round an’—” You spun and thrust the heel of your hand up, slow and deliberate, stopping just below his nose. The archer blinked at you while you waited for him to either praise or reprimand. “I didn’t teach ya that.”

Folding your fingers, you lowered your hand. “I’m sorry, it just—”

“Nah, it was good.” He smirked. “Real good.”

You beamed, feeling like you had made a lot of progress. You’d been practicing for three days, watching Daryl, memorizing, executing. It was clear that he had spent a lot of time fighting, teaching you to throw and dodge punches, where to kick to inflict the most damage, and how to wiggle out of certain holds. He was a scrapper, he’d told you as much. No fancy stances or breaking boards with your forehead.

“M’gonna teach ya to fight fair an’ to fight dirty.” He had said. “If ya have to fight nowadays, dirty’s the way to go. In the end, ya just wanna survive.” You had nodded, learning what Daryl called cheap shots. “If ya can, ya always run. Fightin’s a last resort, ya hear me?”

“Okay.”

At first he only demonstrated and then watched you mimic. He touched you the least amount possible until he absolutely needed to and even then his hands were gentle in instruction. He didn’t tell you when you’d start actually engaging with him.

You’d find out soon enough that he didn’t want you to know.

Daryl had lunged at you in the middle of push-ups one evening, snatching you from the ground by your hair only to toss you aside like a ragdoll. Dazed, you gawked at him, watched him remove the holsters holding his knife and gun. You chastised yourself for not seeing it coming. He’d kept you out late, nighttime nearly upon you.

You crab-walked backwards to keep as much distance as possible between you, caught completely off guard and more than a little afraid watching him stalk toward you.

“D-Daryl?”

“What? Ya think you’re gonna get the courtesy of a warnin’ out there?” He was fast but you were faster, slipping away just in time when his boot came for your abdomen. “You gonna run?” You were levering to your feet, shaking your head while still matching each step of his toward you with a backward one of your own.

“No.”

It was Daryl’s turn to shake his head. “Wrong answer.”

Now, there you were. Exhausted, aching, afraid. But were you afraid of Daryl? Of what Daryl could do? It was a thought that seemed misplaced, wrong. Even as he snarled just in front of you, his large hands squeezing your neck. Deep down, you understood he was protecting you.

Perhaps even losing a piece of himself to do it.

His palm caught the other side of your face. “M’fuckin’ talkin’ to you!” He squeezed harder, until you were finding it hard to breathe.

“Daryl—” You rasped, cut off when he shook you again. You’d forgotten everything he’d taught you, the knowledge smothered under a barrier you couldn’t seem to get around. This was Daryl.

“He ain’t here! Who. Am. I?!” The hand that slapped you grabbed your chin roughly and pushed back your head, your hair catching and pulling on the rough grooves in the cement. “Maybe this’ll jog your mem’ry.” His rough fingers released your face. You whined and yanked against his arm, freezing at the sound of a belt buckle.

The memories came back so forcefully, you thought you felt the back of your head connect with the wall.

“She fucking killed my brother! We don’t need her. Say the word and I’ll slit her throat right here.”

“That’s it, pretty girl. Your lips look so pretty on my cock.”

“I want my money back! She cried the whole time!”

“Next time, you’ll get more than a few cuts on your cunt.”

“Mmm, fuck. I’m gonna pound that tight little pussy. Then I’ll fuck your ass until you bleed.”

“You’re worthless.”

“Ugly bitch!”

“Whore!”

WorthlessbitchfuckingwhoregarbageworthlessworthlessWORTHLESS!

“I am… not… WORTHLESS!”

Todd’s eyes widened at your sudden declaration. You raised your left arm straight, angling your body to the right to bring it down hard on the man’s wrists. He grunted, his hold loosening. You took advantage of his distraction, your left elbow connecting with his jaw one, two, three times.

“I have FRIENDS.”

Jazz staggered backward, but you didn’t let him recover. Your fingers twisted into his hair for a solid grip, your knee coming up as you pushed his head down and connected with a splatter of blood on your jeans.

“I have A HOME!”

The man that tore you so badly and left you to bleed fell backward onto his ass, stunned but no time to gather himself before you swept your leg up with a solid kick to his temple with the side of your boot.

“And you don’t get to have any part of me EVER AGAIN!”

“Y/N, STOP!”

Carol’s voice cut through your rage, freezing it and then shattering it. You blinked, hard and fast. You were at the prison, footsteps running toward you. Daryl was sprawled out on his ass at your feet, his face a disaster of blood and swelling but the damn fool was smirking at you.

“Atta girl.”

You hugged Daryl for five straight minutes before Hershel patched the two of you up.

You couldn’t tell if the old man was disappointed, upset, or impressed, his expression shifting so quickly with each wound he treated. Nothing was life threatening but man, did some of it smart. Once alone, you wasted no time in crawling onto the archer’s lap with your arms around his stomach.

“Please tell me I never have to do that again.” You mumbled against his shoulder.

“Not to me at least.” One arm was wrapped loosely around you, not squeezing but his fingers flexed over your ribs, the movement calming you.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened. One minute, it was you and then—”

“Ya saw them. I know. Don’t apologize.”

You pulled back to stare at him incredulously. “You know?”

“Mhm.” He was regarding you with an unreadable expression, as if hiding behind a mask. “You weren’t gonna try if ya kept seein’ me, even with the bullshit I was spittin’ at’cha.” His left eye was already black, swollen with the sclera tinted red. His lip was split in two places, there was a laceration across the bridge of his nose that sat on top of another bruise. He was a wreck. You assumed you weren’t much better. One side of your face throbbed and your neck felt tender. “Needed ya to go back there. Didn’t want you to.”

You shuddered, your head dropping to rest your temple against his shoulder. Daryl’s heart was racing and only then did you notice that he was trembling. “Daryl?”

“M’sorry, Y/N. Went too far.” With his head now bowed, the fringe of dark hair obscured your view of his eyes.

“I’m not upset with you.” Your fingertips toyed with a button on his shirt, twisting it back and forth. “And I’m not afraid of you.” He didn’t reply but there was the slightest tilt of his head, his interest piqued. “You made me face them. After all this time here, hiding and just…trying to forget. I’m not upset and for once, I’m not scared.”

“S’ good.”

Releasing the button, you wrapped your arm around his midsection and squeezed. “It’s more than good, Daryl.” You looked up from beneath your lashes to find him gazing back at you. “For as long as I can remember, I’ve been trapped. In that club, inside that cage. But now,” you smiled at him. “I feel free, I guess.” You were pinned beneath the look he was giving you, the raw emotion in those cerulean eyes. “Thank you.”

Finally, he nodded and gently removed you from his lap, taking more care than usual. “M’ still sorry.” Daryl reached toward the bruised side of your face only to hesitate before retracting his hand completely and turning on a heel to leave the cell.

He continued swiftly past Carol without as much as a glance, her hand barely brushing his bicep. The other woman paused briefly to watch him go and then continued forward. “Not as bad as I thought, honestly.” You barely acknowledged her, focused intently on the doorway. “He’ll be okay, Y/N. Give him some time.”

You didn’t chase after him. You wanted to but you heeded Carol’s advice. Showered and changed, you settled onto the mattress and waited. It was well into the night now, the anxiety of not knowing where he had gone gnawing away at some place beneath your ribs.

Daryl had helped you face your demons. You were by no means healed but you no longer felt powerless underneath the weight of the memories. They’d always be there, in the back of your mind. Sometimes you’d still succumb to their taunting but you knew now that you’d find your way back.

You sat up when the door to the outside screeched open, followed by boots heavily dragging over the stone floor. You couldn’t see who had entered, but when the footfalls fell onto the metal steps, you relaxed.

Daryl was back.

He pulled off his vest the moment he was at the top, tossing it aside to crawl onto his side of the mattress, fully clothed and without a word. He had strategically avoided your gaze, his back facing you now. You wondered if touching him was a bad idea. He never seemed to mind any other time. But this wasn’t any other time.

You knew by the slump in his shoulders as the two of you had headed to the Doc earlier that he was carrying a weight you didn’t know about or understand. While he encouraged you to talk about the things that hurt or scared you, he was essentially taking more than half of your burdens unto himself. When the weight became too much, Daryl had two coping mechanisms: isolation or anger.

So as you watched him now, quiet and still, you wondered if he’d share his burden with you. You’d gladly bear it if it meant the archer could have some peace. You were growing stronger, reaching your most important milestone yet with his help.

You reached for him but withdrew, recalling how you once felt. You never wanted him to feel that way. Ever. “Daryl?” He didn’t answer but his back tensed, shoulders drawing up toward his ears. “Daryl, can I touch you?” The moment that passed felt like forever, the silence of the prison formidable.

“Yeah.” Though the tension remained, his voice was even but not cold.

You kept your silence, lying down behind him with your body molding against his own. The embrace was gentle, your arm draped over his side to rest your hand unmoving on his stomach. You waited until he began to relax, albeit slowly, to nuzzle your uninjured cheek against the back of his neck.

“Thank you for believing in me.”

The minutes ticked on, your eyes growing heavy and mind drifting into the beginnings of sleep. Daryl moved but only slightly, not enough for you to pull away. When the warmth of his hand covered your own, your eyes calmly opened while your mouth curved into a smile.

“Thanks for trustin’ me.”

“We deserve this.” You wiggled happily on the mattress, popping another of your favorite berries into your mouth while Daryl snorted from where he still laid on the pillow. The two of you looked like next day cage fighters, bruised and sore. Carol had brought breakfast and demanded you both took the day off. She was already fixing the archer with a glare before his mouth even opened in protest.

If she had any thoughts about finding you still spooning him with your fingers intertwined, she kept them to herself.

“Don’t feel right, layin’ on my ass while ev’ryone else works.”

“Just enjoy it, okay?” You offered him a berry. Your breath caught in your throat when he kept his arms folded behind his head and simply opened his mouth. There was a not-so-unpleasant tightening in your stomach but you were careful to keep your fingers distant from his lips when dropping the fruit.

“Whatever. Nothin’ even hurts.” The archer griped while still chewing. Eating another berry of your own, you nonchalantly poked his bruised cheekbone, satisfied with his indignant ow!

“Thought nothing hurt?” You grinned over your spoonful of oats, inwardly wincing when cut next to your nose pulled.

“You’re a menace.” He quipped, nudging your arm with his elbow.

“It’d be fair to say that you made me this way.” You tossed a berry at his face, giggling when he scrunched up the right side to keep it out of his eye.

“S’ offensive.”

“You’re offensive.”

His fingers pinched your ribs, inciting a yelped giggled from your throat while you struggled to keep your bowl of oats from splattering onto the mattress.

“Oh, an’ you’re ticklish.” He stated, straight-faced with a twinkle in his eye.

“Oh no. Don’t even think about it.” You scooched over, nearly falling off the mattress as he sat up, stoicism in every inch of his expression. “I mean it, Daryl.”

“M’sure ya do.”

You sat the bowl down carefully, easing your foot to the floor. “I’m injured.”

“Uh huh.”

And then you were gone, barefoot and in your pajamas. Daryl was hot on your heels, his boots slapping the pavement after you exited into the yard. Damn! You’d forgotten he’d gone to bed fully clothed.

“Hey!” Carol shouted as you bolted past. “You two are supposed to be resting!” There was laughter in her scolding, undoubtedly thrilled to see the archer engaging in playful enjoyment. Even you were bewildered, but happily so.

You had brought this part of him to the surface, you’d like to think. He was smirking. He was relaxing. He was…fuck, he was gaining on you.

“Daryl, no!” You shouted just as his arms encircled your waist, lifting you off the ground. You caught a glimpse of each smiling face as he spun with you, but you never stopped squirming. “Put me down!”

“Nah.” He stilled and just held you there, your feet just above the ground. You were pulling and working at his hands, trying aimlessly to pry his fingers open.

“Daryl, put me—”

The sound of a car door startled you, but only slightly, your bright smile remaining until you looked at the gate.

And your blood ran cold.

“Daryl.”

The archer lowered you to your feet, leaning around to watch your expression freeze in abject terror. You could see his head turning from the corner of your eye, a growl reverberating in his chest as he pushed you behind him,

Placing himself between you and Big Jazz.

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contents: jake sully x f!avatar/na'vi!reader, unprotected sex, m/f ejaculation.

a/n: the oranges are irrelevant, ignore em

jake's hips were moving back and forth in a steady rhythm, fucking you deep and with calculated force, every move planned. he was angling it just right, his cock repeatedly sliding to the hilt inside of you, hitting that spot buried far too deep for his fingers to ever reach.

you were clinging on to him the best you could, fingers digging into his back, face burrowed in his neck.

"i... i had this dream," jake's thrusts slow down, his hips circling just right as he now pushed his dick in and out with powerful, slow strokes, "you couldn't keep your hands off me."

you didn't have to look at him to see the smirk on his face, the tone of his voice already telling enough.

"with the way you— oh," your eyes scrunched shut, "the way you woke me up, i would have assumed it... fuck jake, was the other way around." he felt your slick walls clenching around him when he picked up the pace a little. jake groaned, hips stuttering slightly against you.

"fuck, feel so good," his eyes cast down, watching the way your cunt sucked him in, "so pretty too, touch that pretty cunt for me, hmm?" he feels himself nearing the end, his dick so deep he'll forever be a changed man.

your hand slips between your bodies, fingers teasing yourself before rubbing sweet circles around your clit, your body stuttering a bit from the newfound pleasure. placing small kisses along his jaw, jake delivers a sharp thrust, watching how your mouth dropped open in near ecstasy.

he looked down where your bodies met, your fingers rubbing desperately towards a relief, your puffy cunt taking all of him so goddamn well, it made him want to never pull out again.

pleas of pleasure left you in waves, you were a little gone, barely knowing if he even heard your small mutterings. he felt the way you clamped down on his dick, watching how you shivered and shook with the impending euphoria, arms holding on to him, watching him chase his own release.

his orgasm rippled through his body, abs flexing, unfurling through his torso, every muscle pulled tight and numbing. but he felt so good, you were so good.

"want you forever, no one else like you."

#avatar #avatar 2 #avatar: the way of water #atwow #avatar the way of water #avatar smut #avatar 2 smut #atwow smut #jake sully #jake sully x reader #jake x reader #jake sully x reader smut #jake sully smut #(➹) ─── my work.

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happeehippie · 2 months

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instagram j.b

summary: follow along with joe and his fiance evie as they go through his football career.

*face claim is Yasmin Quintana*

series masterlist

evie

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evie: and so it all begins again.. first GAME DEY of year 3. let’s go jb. 🧡🤍

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user: i love your boyfriend.. im sorry.

> evie: what’s not to love?

user: i am green with envy

joeyb_9: i lack the vocabulary to describe you..

> evie: i freaking love you joey.

user: here we go again, get ready for ev’s feed to be football for the next 6 months 🙄

> user: i don’t know how people are still annoyed by this just unfollow

user: i personally love football season with ev

joeyb_9

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joeyb_9: Party in the end zone

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user: MARRY ME

bengals: 🕺🕺🕺

user: attaboy joey!

user: bad mf bro

evie: okay, hear me out.. let’s work on spinning the ball before you do it again yeah?

> user: 🤣🤣🤣

> user: that’s okay! we still love you joey.

> user: HAHAHA you tell him

> joeyb_9: it’s all in the flick of the wrist baby! i’ll get em next time.

> user: 😭😭😭 A for effort lol

evie

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evie: screaming. crying. and obsessing over this shirt. Happy GAME DEY my little bengies!

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user: I loved your post about leading with love! we are so lucky to have you as our AFC QUEEN!

> evie: sending you my love sweet girl, thank you so much.

user: watch out for all those girls after your man or you won’t need that shirt anymore

user: big fan of this

joeyb_9: if you wanted an autographed tee you could’ve just asked

> evie: i’m literally just a girl

user: the first lady of cincinnati

> evie: i think it should be you. 🤪

millyg: it should be illegal to look this good at a sporting event.

> evie: spoiler.. it is. 🤪

joeyb_9

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joeyb_9: heating up

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evie: this looks exactly like a dream i had the other day

> joeyb_9: can you tell me how it ended? 😉

> user: NOT JOE GETTING SPICY IN THE COMMENTS

> user: who allowed him to use the wink emoji

> user: i’ll never recover from this

user: so overrated

user: that’s literally my boyfriend

> evie: are we sharing?

user: badass

user: JOKE

evie

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evie: todays fit check is courtesy of @lahjay10_ for giving me the most wicked game day kicks ever! hbd to me. 🤪

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bengals: Happy Birthday Mrs. B!

> evie: yall tryna start trouble! 🤣

user: happy birthday ev! queen in the north!

lahjay10_: hbd ev, you ain’t no regular pigeon!

> evie: thanks jay! you ain’t no regular cat!

> user: i live for the uno x ev interactions

user: Happy Birthdey!

user: @joeyb_9 better get that dub for your birthday

> evie: i’m counting on it!

millyg: happy birthday sister! i love you more than life.

> evie: ugh, ilysm!

user: bday fit goes hard

joeyb_9: happy birthday to the best thing that happened to me. you’re older, wiser, and hot as ever!

> evie: i want to celebrate by drowning in cake and pasta.

joeyb_9

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joeyb_9: winning=happy

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user: the smile 😍😍

user: are you real?

user: no post for evies birthday?

> user: he doesn’t usually post her, it’s no big deal

> user: no one made posts for her birthday! there was a game!

> user: she also doesn’t post him on her feed for his bday

bengals: Yes it does Joey

user: DM me joe

evie: ugh!!! that smile makes me wanna die!

> joeyb_9: me and you=forever

> evie: that’s the plan big guy 🤍

user: my boy

evie

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evie: and that’s MY MAN!!! JB

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user: the most beautiful

user: SHEEEEESH 🥵

user: so iconic

joeyb_9: my favorite part of every game is knowing you’re out there cheering for me.

> evie: i’ll spend the rest of my life cheering for you joey.

user: joe fuckin burrow is the 🐐

user: are we all just forgetting that we don’t like her?

> user: not everyone doesn’t like her, and if you don’t then unfollow her. easy.

user: oh to be evie..

millyg: mrs. joe fuckin burrow

> evie: coming soon..

> user: QUIT! WHEN?

> user: are we getting an off season wedding?

joeyb_9

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joeyb_9: 🥶🥶

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user: i like what you do

user: you didn’t even give ev a birthday shoutout

> user: you obviously didn’t see her stories from that day, he doesn’t have to post her to celebrate

> user: i adore how she calls him “my joey” like yes queen! he is YOURS!

> user: he’s not an object

user: marry me

user: i’m rooting for you!

evie: it’s just too easy baby..

> joeyb_9: 🥱 light work

user: joe brrrrrr

user: he’s cooooold

evies instagram stories

#nfl #nfl imagine #bengals #cincinnati bengals #joe burrow #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow insta au #joe burrow instagram

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madaboutmathers · 2 years

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I had an idea

Em and reader go to a football game together and people start taking pictures of them, and then he starts laughing about something the reader said and someone takes a picture and goes all over the internet. Eminem smiling 🥰😭

AN:Hi, I hope you like it x

“You good?” Marshall whispered into your ear as you played with your hoodie that nearly matched his. His arm was placed over your shoulder as you both moved through the crowds without being noticed. “Yeah, I’m glad we came here.” You smiled brightly up at him, something he matched easily.

“Me too.” Marshall whispered, reaching to hold your hand now as you both moved closer to the pitch. The crowd was loud as the music began to pound out around you; the atmosphere was electric. You tried to fight off the soft anxiety making its way through you and you hoped the two of you could enjoy the event. Marshall gently guided you to the seats and helped you settle; his movements making you blush once more. “Thank you.” You whispered into his ear and rested on the comfortable seat. His arm settled over the chair behind you. “Do you want a drink or anything?” Marshall asked; his fingers moving to play with the ends of your hair.

“I’m good.” You leaned into him as you replied and his hand moved to rest on your thigh now; softly stroking you. The public touch was new but you weren’t going to mention it; you loved it too much. The game was still a while off starting as the music bounced around the place; around you both.

A soft chill moved over you as you leaned into Marshall some more. The afternoon breeze was quick to start. “Are you enjoying yourself?” He whispered into your ear and you knew he was becoming stressed. “I always do when I’m with you.” You turned towards him; his hand still gently stroking your thigh. The soft, small smile that came over him had your heart skipping a beat as you placed your head on his shoulder. A moment of silence moved over you both as you snuggled into him some more. His hand began to move up and down your arm as the music slowly began to quieten down.

The game began and you truly knew nothing about it; not that you were going to mention that to Marshall. He had been excited to go and you knew how much it took for him to come out. You were happy for him. Your eyes moved over to the pitch as the men ran about. Marshall’s hand still gently stroked your thigh. You reached and placed your own hand over his; playing with his fingers as he became invested into the game. He was quite adorable, you thought to yourself as you looked over to watch him. “What are you looking at?” Marshall quietly asked; those blues of his moving from one side to the other.

“Hmm, you.” You whispered and rested your head once more on his shoulder as a soft chuckle escaped him. You giggled with him and burrowed into his neck some more; mouthing at his soft neck. You didn’t notice the soft snaps of camera’s as you both lost yourself in each other’s presence. “I’m glad we came.” He whispered into your ear. His fingers gently played with your hair once more. “Me too.” You hummed and pressed a soft kiss to his jaw before trying to concentrate on the game again. Not that it was easy with his distracting presence just near you as his hand returned to your knee.

The game picked up again as you tried to stay focused and watched the players move about in front of you. A place ended up missing a shot and it seemed to annoy Marshall; not that you knew what was happening. “You think you could do better?” You couldn’t help but whisper your teasing.

“Of course.” Marshall hummed with a straight face as he looked ahead whilst you could only giggle. A softer smile began to move over his face as he listened to you. His arm is moving to rest on your shoulder. His fingers slowly moved to play with the ends of your hair as he continued to watch the game.

The Internet has broken : See our bio for the viral video of the rapper Eminem enjoying himself

Marshall Mathers himself was joined by his longtime girlfriend at the Detroit game and we have all the cuteness here.

Shady’slover Damn, that was the cutest shit ever!!! He’s never like that. Hearing his laugh is like medicine.

marshallFAN I love them together - I hope we see more of them, please and thank you

M&M69 Did you see how soft he was with her..I can’t deal with it!!

“Have you seen this?” Hailie giggled as she placed her phone up for you and Marshall to see. He leaned in and took the phone and held it like the technophobe he was. You and Hailie shared an amused look. Marshall could only roll his eyes, “They are truly obsessed.” He hummed.

“Who can blame them?” You winked up at him; your eyes darkening in desire for a moment. “Gross.” You heard Hailie comment but her tone was soft. You watched a soft blush come over Marshall’s face and couldn’t help but think he was adorable. You slowly looked him up and down; desire growing in your eyes.

Hailie picked her phone from her dad’s hand with a shake of her head before moving around the counter to leave the room. You chewed on your bottom lip when Marshall turned to fully look at you. Those blues of his had you falling deeper as his hand moved to your hip and tugged you against him.

Your hand moved to his chest as a soft gasp escaped you. “I don’t know how I got so lucky.” He whispered into your ear. A soft, sweet smile spread across your face as you burrowed into his neck. “Shh, don’t think like that.” You cooed; moving your hand up and down his back whilst keeping him impossibly close.

“I love you.” You whispered before your soft lips met his own. His hand gently moved to the back of your neck and brought you closer. The kiss deepened as your tongues met and danced. Your moans easily fell from your lips as he slowly backed you up against the counter with a smirk gracing his face.

He slowly moved to kneel in front of you as he easily spread your legs. His hands moving up your inner thighs. “Marshall…” You whimpered out, your head falling back as he leaned in.

#marshall mathers x reader #eminem x reader #request

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0sincerelyella · 6 months

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Yay back to writing!! Can I request a Joe burrow one where you go down to the field before the game and wish him good luck? Thanks!!

Good luck charm ~ Joe Burrow

Summary: Y/n, joe burrows long distance girlfriend, shows up to the game during warm ups to wish her lover a good luck

notes: YES OMG this was so fast and also i THANK YOU SO MUCH I MISSED WRITING it’s a bit short but i didn’t have much to go off of and i’m just getting back into it i apologize

The plane ride from California to ohio was a long one. y/n was living in California finishing up college. she was set to graduate in December, in time to move in with joe before play offs. she had yet to make it to a game, but thankfully she had a fall break, so she made her way to cincinnati without telling joe.

she was close friends with the other boys, and was in contact with zac so that they could let her onto the field. as soon as she got off the plane, zac had a security guard come get her.

“thank you” she said politely, throwing her bags in the trunk and getting into the car. the security guard smiled at her and began to drive to the stadium once he made sure she was safe and comfortable

when they car pulled in and parked, the security guard took y/ns belongings to the facility, dumping them in an office and walking y/n to the field.

y/n was bursting with excitement.

she hadn’t seen joe in a long time, reuniting before a game truly would make this day so much better.

y/n is greeted by Ja’marr at the tunnel. “hi y/n!” he said, picking her up into a hug. “hi j!” she said, hugging him back. “joes gonna be so excited to see you” Ja’marr explains, taking y/n onto the field.

when y/n saw joe throw a ball to andrei her smile grew. despite the other team also being on the field, and thousands of people watching her, she ran. she ran as fast as she could toward joe.

as joe could see out of the corner of his eye a figure running towards him, he turned his head and locked eyes with his girlfriend.

his jaw dropped, and without hesitation he ran towards her and scooped her up into a loving hug. “holy crap” he said, burying his head into her shoulder “what the f*** are you doing here” y/n laughed at his cursing. “i love you joe” she said, jumping out of his arms.

he smiled, putting his hands on her face, holding her close. “i love you more y/n” he pulled her close, kissing her lips in-front of thousands of people.

“what happened beautiful? why are you here? what about college? where is your stuff? i have so many questions” y/n laughed, her arms resting over joes shoulder pads as his reached down to hold her hips.

“well, i got a break and have the whole week off. so i thought i’d take a trip to come see my boy” joe picked her up again and spun her around. “i can’t wait till december” he said. happy to have his girl back, at least for a week.

“hey love, the games about to start and i have to go” he rests his forehead on hers. “i will see you after the game baby” he said, kissing her forehead. “good luck joey” she said, kissing his lips. “with my good luck charm in the stands? we’ll win every time” he said, backing up towards the locker room. “go get ‘em tiger!” she yelled. he blew her a kiss, turning to run into the locke room.

y/n made her way to the stadium, front row. she gripped onto the railing as she watched the boys run out onto the field, joe looked right at her. blowing her another kiss, to which she caught.

during the game, y/n screamed more than she ever had. banging on the walls and talking with the people around her. as the game ended 31 to nothing, bengals, joe ran to the side and grabbed her hand. “good job babe! you did fantastic!” she cheered. “it’s all cause of you!” he said, kissing her hand. “i’m gonna go shower, i’ll see you at the tent okay?” the tent was where all the players and their families met after to celebrate.

y/n made her way to the tent after joe left, talking to the rest of the boys family as they awaited the arrival of the boys. “y/n?” y/n turned around, meeting the eyes of robin burrow. “momma!” she said, hugging her future mother in law. “hi y/n! i thought you didn’t graduate till december?” she smiled, hugging robin tighter. “i came to surprise joe” she said, letting go of robin.

“i bet he was very happy to see you, that sweet boy only ever talks about you and football” y/n smiled, arms snaking around her hips causing her to jump. “hi mom” joe said, resting his head on y/ns shoulder. “joey!” y/n said happily

that night the two celebrated, not only type win, but also celebrating the reunion of the couple.

when the two got home, joe layed in her arms on his bed. not moving an inch the whole night. he slept better than he ever has knowing she was right there with him. at-least for a week until December

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slippinninque · 5 months

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A Lil' Bit Special

The upcoming holiday has you feeling brave, so you decide to take a change.

Fontaine x black reader

warnings: long-fic, bad attempts at seduction and flirting, cursing, smoking, rambling and my horrid attempts at writing humor lol

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It was one of those days in autumn where it was just pleasant enough to hang outside. The sun was strong through the few clouds that grazed the sky, the breeze more cool than crisp.

Stacy decided that you needed to "get out more" so it somehow led to her low-key kidnapping you. Apparently there was a kickback happening with "a few friends already coming".

"It'll get you all ready to play hostess later on, trust me." Stacy offered as an excuse to your rolling eyes.

Wasn't long before you were parked, you two leaving the car to meet up with the rest of your girls.

It definitely became worth it when you saw a familiar Gran Prix not too far away.

You were playing the long game, but this was a beautiful opportunity.

To the knowing smiles and grins from your friends, you pardoned yourself to begin walking over to Fontaine's car.

You faltered when you were close enough to see him speaking with someone bent through the passenger window.

You weren't brave enough to have an audience. Another time then.

'Another time, then.' You thought, turning to retreat to retreat when you heard the soft bop of a horn.

Fontaine crooked his finger for you to come over and you huffed to hide the smile creeping on your face as you did.

"Huh, so you're honking at me like I'm some sort of peasant?"

"My bad, Lil'Bit, my bad. It looked like you wanted to talk to me about somethin'."

Your face warmed at his nickname for you, "I do, actually! Real quick, I know you're busy an' all that. I didn't want to interrupt."

Fontaine smacked his lips and gestured to the passenger seat.

"C'mon in here and talk to me, don' be standing out there."

Your heart squealed but you played it cool, "Can't do that--I'm hangin' with the ladies right now, but I do need you to say 'yes' to something."

He huffed a laugh, "And what's that?"

You leaned into the car a bit through the driver side window, propped onto your elbows and wore your best smile.

"I'm here to invite you to my Friendsgiving soiree later this week."

Fontaine paused, eyes going a bit narrow, "Friendsgiving?"

The butterflies returned under his scrutiny but you busied yourself, reaching out to run your index finger along the ridges of his steering wheel's grip. As far as your finger could reach before going back tracking on the opposite side.

"I don't have any family here, so I host one for all my people that can come through. ."

When you looked up, you saw he was watching your fidgeting with rapt attention.

"I would like to see you there. Big Moss too, if you can bring 'em. Anyone really--there's going to be enough to feed an army."

This was a bit of a risk for you. After all, he could consider you more of a familiar customer if anything.

You could have the vibes all wrong. Misread the looks, the small but thoughtful gestures. The few but pleasurable conversations they've had thus far...

You watched his eyes slide from your fingers and up to meet yours, the most expressive pair of eyes you've seen, your favorite part of that man.

"Yes."

You couldn't help but to smile. You were down bad but if there was a chance that Fontaine would like to join you, fuck it. You wanted to burrow in that.

"Wonderful! Bring anything you like, but it's not mandatory or nothing." You spotted a dude walking up through the passenger side window and straightened.

"I'll see you later, 'Taine, yeah?"

He nodded and when you turned to make your way to your friends, you could feel them warming your back.

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You spent the rest of the week getting ready to host. You did all of the prep and cooking of the essential sides, just in case plans changed. You would rather have too much food to end up giving away rather than too little to share.

When thanksgiving finally rolled around, you allowed yourself to get swept up in the festivities.

There was a lot of food. Friends who couldn't make it sent forward a dish to be shared the next day. Coworkers who came through to get something on their stomachs before going to the company's booze-only party.

Neighbors who lingered and played a few hands of Spades, bringing fruits and plants as gifts. There were drinks and smoke flowing with the easy togetherness that you were grateful for.

You were in a bit of a difficult standing with your family at the moment. A lot of silences, hesitant texts. It just needed some work, when you were ready to do it. Until then, you still reached out to the fam to let them know you were still thinking of them.

The evening came and your core crew began dispersing. You felt floating and full yourself, tipsy from the good time you've been having since the afternoon. Your apron was filled with messes and you long ago slipped on your slippers.

While farewells happened in the front room, you went into the kitchen to make a few to-go plates and map out exactly how all the left over were going to fit in your fridge.

"You wasn't fuckin' around, Lil'Bit."

Startling, you looked over your shoulder and saw Fontaine standing there with a few bags in hand. You felt your face flame, knowing how much of a mess you looked.

"You're here already?" You checked the time on your phone, "Of course you are, you'd said you'd be a little later. Sit, sit. I'll make you a plate."

"I ain't trippin', I can make it--"

You turned, walking right up to Fontaine and for some reason found yourself grabbing the zipper of his jacket.

"I'm glad you're here, Fontaine. Show me what you brought while I make your plate."

Silently, Fontaine put the bags on the island. Putting the assorted fruit platter and wine bottle onto the kitchen counter.

Bless his heart, he brought paper plates and plastic silverware too. You cooed, grabbing the big count of assorted utensils and immediately tearing into them.

Before long, Fontaine was leaning against your fridge with a hefty plate as you returned to the to-go plates.

"Is 'Moss with you?" You just remembered with a jolt.

Fontaine hummed a positive, "Out there talkin' to Stacy."

You laughed a bit, making an extra plate. With the finished plates, you went to the front room to pass them out. You greeted Big Moss and wished safe travels to your departing friends.

There was only Big Moss, Stacy, yourself, Fontaine. You should have stayed in the front to get Stacey to put away her pretty little eyes, less she get involved in the whirlwind of Big Moss and his baby mama--but...

You switched on your radio and lowered it, asking them if they needed anything.

"Girl, sit yo' tail down." Stacy admonished, shuffling a deck of cards while Moss poured something for them both, "You've been standing all day. Eat something too, while you're at it!"

"Eek, alright, you can't fuss at me in my house!"

Stacy made a show of narrowing her eyes and you hightailed it out of there. You took one of the stools with you, plopping it next to the one already pulled to the island.

Fontaine was rolling a blunt next to his plate. When you finally took a seat, you took a deep sigh. The kitchen would have to wait until morning, you would put all the food away the best you can.

'A happy trouble.' you told yourself as you took in the spread on the island.

A bunt being set in front of you brought you out of your head. Fontaine rounded the island to take a seat on the stool before you. Taking out the lighter in your apron, you fired up in one flame.

"My bad for comin' so late. Big Moss' Mama roped us into cleaning up after her and her gang."

"Her...gang?"

You passed the blunt to him as he nodded, "Somethin' about a knitting circle potluck. I ain't even sure, but she was laughing...so..."

He shrugged but you understood. So long as Mama Moss was having a good time, it didn't matter what she needed.

"Not the Mama Moss Gang." You giggled at the image of Fontaine and Big Moss chaperoning knitters going wild.

He grinned, chuckling a bit. You both fell into easy conversation, comfortable and familiar as you passed the blunt back and forth.

In the background you heard Stacy and Big Moss talking shit and a Lauryn Hill song played. Fontaine glowed in the low light of single kitchen light.

"You want somethin' sweet?" You asked him, your appetite perking up. Fontaine made a low noise, considering?

He tamped out the blunt, "Whatchu got sweet, Lil'Bit?"

"Ugh, I demand a new nickname." You leaned over to grab the top of the cake container settled in the middle of the chaos, "How'd you feel about pound cake? I made the frosting too."

You didn't wait for his response. You cut two generous slices and put them on the same paper plate.

Fontaine passed you a plastic fork, "Can't do pound cake, I ain't lettin' no one else call you that shit."

You stared at him blankly for a moment before you scoffed, soon trying to smother your laugh into your hand. You stood to pour two glasses of milk,

"Well, I don't like Lil'Bit. It makes me feel like you don't take me seriously."

"I take you serious, 'Bit. Trust an' believe. I'm tryin' not to take you too serious."

"What's that mean, Fontaine?"

He tilted his head and gave you one of those faraway looks that meant he was choosing his next words very carefully. You sliced your cake into little squares and waited.

He reached out and took one of your hands it began to fidget, "That came out crazy. I dig you. I think you're somthin' special. I don't...want to run you off. 'Cause you ain't seen it all yet."

Turning your hand so you'd meet his palm to palm, your stared into his eyes.

"What is it that you think I need to see to make me not want you?"

That was a bit heavy handed, but you couldn't make yourself feel regretful if you tried. Especially when you saw his eyes train onto where you still held hands, not able to say anything.

"I don't mean to force you," You said softly, "I just wanted to let you know how I feel. That I like what you've let me see so far and...I would like to show you more of me too."

His brows rose and you sighed, "Alright, I'm a few double-shots down---Okay? I can't dismantle every innuendo."

You were glad to see his face soften, the hand around yours holding a bit tighter.

"It's all good. I'm looking forward to what we'll show each other next."

He lifted your hand, paused a bit, then pressed a kiss to your knuckles.

He promised to think of a name that would 'better suit you'.

Your heart sang at the nearly bashful look he shot you and suddenly you couldn't wait to see how many nights you could get this man to kiss you over dessert.

You kept yourself present, though. Fontaine seemingly done with words as he turned back to his cake. He was content to hold your hand, rubbing his thumb along your knuckles.

There was still more words to be had, but there was always tomorrow.

This, right now though, was one exciting start.

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notes: PHEW! this one was a longer one. thank you for reading all of this, i just really wanted to write something holiday themed for Fontaine. Any feed back is welcomed!

#fontaine x black reader #they cloned tyrone #soft fic #they cloned tyrone fic #this took so long but i'm so proud lol #i may still edit some things lol

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pucaantaibhse · 5 months

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God… Tula finally coming to her mother needing support and only getting blame, not even out of malice but because of Ava’s own bad past experiences leaving her inclined to do that… Erika and Brennan really are coming for the girls with mommy issues, huh.

(Not to mention Tula snapping at Lila earlier when she expressed her anger about her dad…but then apologising to her…having some big feelings about cycles I can’t quite put into words properly.)

#I REALLY should ring my mam #burrow’s end #dimension 20 #d20 #d20 ava #d20 tula #erika ishii #brennan lee mulligan #burrow’s end spoilers #em watches burrow’s end

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joeys-babe · 5 months

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Joey B Imagines: Get It On*

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summary: after a road game win in San Francisco, you know Joe’s gonna be in a certain mood when he gets home. you had stayed in Cincinnati with your twin boys and Joe couldn't wait to celebrate the win with you. Being able to predict that, you decide to play a little prank on Joe.

warnings: talks of and illusions to smut, mostly fluff, funny/unserious

pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

imagine universe: into the mystic

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Bye week - October 18th (with flashbacks from October 15th & 12th)

(y/n’s pov)

The bye week was something I had been looking forward to since week one.

With the calf strain before the season even started it had been a little harder for Joe to get into the groove. He’s been more down on himself than normal and it was clear to me that he needed rest which is exactly what a week off would give him.

When Joe was home with me and the twins he wasn't Joe Burrow the quarterback for the Cincinnati Bengals, he was simply “Dada” to his boys and “Joey” to me.

He loved it, being away from the bustle of the NFL and being with his little family.

After a morning of sleeping in and cuddling, Joe cooked breakfast while I watched the twins, who were playing on the floor with their toys while sitting on their playmat.

They had just said their first words within a week of each other, both saying “Dada”. I thought I would've been jealous if my boys said Daddy, Dad, or Dada first but the situations in which they said it were so sweet that I couldn't have been upset.

The boy’s first game was at home against the Seahawks a few days ago. I sat up in the box with Robin & Jimmy plus my boys.

Tyson was sitting on Robin’s lap while I had Miles on mine. Joe ran out and Robin bounced Tyson on her lap saying “Look there's Dada!!” to which Tyson loudly squealed and cooed his first word in response to his grandma.

“Da-da!”

I hurt my neck with how fast it snapped in his direction from pure shock.

Miles said it just a few days before after Joe came home from practice.

Joe walked through the door and immediately found me in the kitchen feeding the boys. He walked over and kissed my cheek before turning his direction to his boys. Miles was reaching out to his dad and Joe immediately picked him up.

“Did you miss daddy?” - you smiled

“Da.. Da!” - Miles

Watching Joe’s eyes widen before he tossed Miles in the air was the sweetest sight.

“Thats my boy!!” - Joe yelled

Now back to the present day, Joe was in the floor with the twins passing around this tiny foam football. “Teach ‘em early” Joe would say.

I sat scrolling through Tiktok when a funny video came up on my fyp of this wife pranking her husband by lighting a candle that smelled like farts and putting it in their bedroom, after seeing the husband's reaction I immediately ordered the candle in hopes to do the same prank on Joe.

I had to laugh as I glanced over my phone at the unsuspecting victim. This was going to be hilarious.

October 29th - After 49ers game

Everyone seemed on cloud nine after the win over the Niners. I stayed back in Cincinnati with the twins while Joe was in San Fran. My parents ended up coming over to watch the game and overall it was a good day.

It wasn't long after the boys went back to the locker room that I received a text from Joe.

Hey mama.

To other people, it might seem like an innocent text, but to me, after all these years with Joe, I knew where this was headed.

Hey, champ!

A couple of seconds later when Joe replied back, I couldn't help but bust out laughing.

Whatcha wearing rn? 😏

I looked down at my current fit and thought about whether I should tell the truth or lie to please him.

Nothing special. Just a pair of your sweatpants and one of your Bengals shirts.

I got worried when he didn't message back for a minute or so, worried that I had disappointed him.

Sounds sexy.

Boy. 💀

Listen, I'm feeling really good right now. I gotta go shower but I'll text you when we're on the bus to the airport.

Talk to ya later then! Enjoy your shower, baby.

Ttyl, love you. ❤️

Love you too!

After I hit send, I put my phone down for a bit and ushered my parents out of the house. I’d hopefully get a shower, get the boys to sleep, and clean the house up a bit before Joe got home.

He'd definitely be getting home late but after big road game wins that would end in a long night for the both of us.

This also meant that tonight would be the perfect night to use something that I ordered back during the bye.

What was that you may ask?

A candle that smells like farts.

Now I’m not a big prankster but I will never pass up an opportunity to mess with Joe, it's been like that since we started dating in high school.

45 minutes later I had gotten most of the dishes washed in the sink, along with putting the clean dishes from the dishwasher up, and moved on to folding and putting away laundry.

It was always fun putting Joe’s clothes back up in our walk-in closet due to how diverse and unique each article was.

I saw the different suits and past game-day fits as a reminder of all of the ups and downs Joe and I have been through together.

Moving over to hang up his favorite grey jeans, in the corner of my eye I caught a view of the jacket Joe wore the day of the AFC Championship back in 2022. That was the same night Joe proposed to me and the thought made me smile. When the memory of what had happened later that night popped into my mind my once-innocent smile turned into more of a smirk. That was one goooood night.

My thoughts ended up interrupted when my phone dinged but seeing Joe’s name being the source of the tone made my smile reappear.

How’s my wife and my boys doing?

One of Joe’s biggest worries, since we found out I was pregnant, was him not being around enough for his kids to have a good relationship with their father. Every away game Joe seemed to check up on his little family every chance he got and though it was incredibly sweet, I worried about how he thought about himself parent-wise. He was an amazing dad, the boys loved him so much

We're doing great, baby. Your boys are already asleep and your wife is just cleaning around the house right now.

We should be home in a few hours but don't feel like you have to wait up for me, it'll be late.

I'm def waiting for him, I thought to myself with a laugh.

Okay! Are the guys all feeling good after the win?

Oh yeah, everyone is hyped right now. They're blaring music and have asked the bus driver to take a detour to the nearest club twice. LOL

You guys should go! Y’all need to celebrate.

It took a few minutes for Joe to respond but when he did, his message warmed my heart.

No thanks. That would just take time away from getting home to you guys. I miss you and the boys so much.

We miss you too. Especially the boys, who kept yelling “Daddy!” every time you were on the TV.

When I read Joe’s reply it was a complete mood shift, but I can't say I wasn't expecting it.

Did you also yell Daddy when I was on the TV?

Omg, Joe!

You'll be saying that again later, baby. 😉

Big wins always put Joe in this mindset but I couldn't help but giggle at his forward texts.

I was brainstorming what to say next when I remembered a little photoshoot I did the other day when Joe was away at practice. These pics would get him worked up for sure.

The pictures were of me fresh out of the shower in the mirror with nothing but his jersey and a tiger-striped thong on. The jersey was hiked up on my hip to where the panties were visible but my phone covered my face, the star of the show was the huge “9” on my front.

*Attachmentt 3 images*

When a few minutes had passed by and Joe hadn’t said anything back I started to get worried. He's on the bus right now... what if someone else saw the pics? Oh no.

If someone else saw those Joe’d be pissed. Oh no.

Holy shit, mama. You look fucking gorgeous.

Oh thank God, I thought.

You like what you see?

Screw like, I damn love it. Those pics are just for me, right?

Your eyes only, J. ❤️

I had no idea what was going on with Joe other than his texts, so I was completely oblivious to him struggling to contain himself in front of the guys.

You don't understand how much I'm struggling right now.

Struggling how Joey?

I knew exactly how he was struggling but I wanted him to come out and say it.

I'm getting so fucking hard. The last thing I need is the guys seeing a tent in my damn sweats.

Just a couple pics got you worked up?

y/n, baby how do you still not understand how much you turn me on after all this time?

Idk, Joe.

Plus baby it's not just the pics you sent me, it's also thinking about what's bound to happen when I get home.

What's that?

I'm gonna get you naked and show you exactly why you wear number nine. Sound good?

Can't wait.

We're boarding the plane, I'll see you later my love.

See you later, Joey.

*time skip*

It was almost two in the morning and there was still no sign of Joe. I was starting to get tired and was genuinely considering just going to bed.

Rolling over onto my side to get comfortable, I had just closed my eyes when I heard the garage door opening. Meaning Joe was home.

I removed the covers from my body and slipped out of bed, running my hands over the front of my satin nightgown to flatten it out before going downstairs.

By the time I made it into the mudroom, where the door that connects the garage to the house is, Joe was already there taking his shoes off.

“Hey baby.” - you smiled

Joe flinched before he found my eyes, his gaze softening as he did so.

“Shit babe, you scared me.” - Joe laughed

“Sorry, how was the plane ride?” - you

“It was fine, everyone was pretty much asleep so I just sat there on my phone… thinking about you.” - Joe

“Is that so?” - you giggled

“Yes ma'am. I missed you like hell.” - Joe

I opened my arms for him and he immediately walked over into my embrace. His arms wrapped tightly around my waist as my hands ran up and down his muscular back.

Joe leaned down and pressed a kiss to my lips before letting his hands drop from my lower back down to my butt.

“The boys still asleep?” - Joe

“Mhm.” - you

“Just us then, wanna go upstairs?” - Joe

“Before we do that… when was the last time you ate?” - you

“I ate this morning and had some snacks on the plane. I'm low-key starving but I made a promise to you about what was happening when I got home.” - Joe

Pulling away from his arms, I pecked his lips before patting his stomach.

“Let's get some food in you, then you can fulfill your promise.” - you winked at him

Joe grinned as he followed me into the kitchen, he sat on one of the barstools as I looked in the fridge.

“What do you want?” - you

“You.” - Joe mumbled

“What was that?” - you turned to face him

Joe smirked at me before dropping his head with a laugh.

“Nothin. Uh, whatcha got?” - Joe

“I've got leftover chicken and noodles, sandwich stuff, bacon for a BLT…” - you

“Chicken and noodles are fine.” - Joe

“Okay, I'll heat that for ya.” - you

I popped the container into the microwave and made my way over to Joe, laying my head on his shoulder.

“Sorry if I'm kinda clingy, I just missed you.” - you

“Don't ever apologize for wanting to be close to me, baby.” - Joe’s hand moved to cradle your head

Just a few seconds before the timer went off, I stopped is as to not wake up the twins with the loud ding.

After handing Joe his food with a kiss on the cheek, I walked upstairs.

I told Joe that I went up there to finish cleaning up but in reality, I was lighting the candle. The directions said that it would smell like vanilla for the first 30 minutes, then it would gradually start to smell bad.

Once it was in a sufficient spot I made my way back downstairs. Joe was in the same spot he was when I left but now he was just in his grey sweatpants as he ate and scrolled on his phone.

The floorboards creaked before I was completely in the kitchen and Joe looked behind him to make sure it was just me.

“You look incredibly beautiful in that nightgown by the way.” - Joe

“Well thank you, a special someone bought it for me.” - you

“A special someone?” - Joe gave you a confused/agitated look

“You bought it for me you goof.” - you laugh

“Oh!” - Joe laughed

We shared small talk as he finished eating. Talking about dinner for the rest of the week, the grocery list, just little things.

Joe abruptly stood up and walked over to the sink to wash the Tupperware his chicken and noodles were in. My eyes couldn't seem to peak away from his body, his back muscles flexed with every scrub he made making me feel hot all over.

He grabbed a towel and was now facing me as he dried the dish, my eyes still drawn to the veins protruding from his hands and arms.

After it was dry to his liking he put it up and the cabinet and sat back down on the stool next to me.

With a longing glance at each other, Joe swiftly grabbed my waist and pulled me off my stool and onto his lap. My hands landed on his chest as his mouth was immediately on mine.

Joe’s hands gripped my hips and slowly slid down to my thighs.

“You still got that tiger-striped thong on?” - Joe

He was grinning up at me as his hands slowly slid under my nightgown. His eyes turned dark when his fingertips reached my hips and he hadn't felt a band.

“No panties?” - Joe’s voice dropped an octave

“No, sir.” - you

“Fuck, y/n…” - Joe groaned

I felt Joe’s hand start moving down toward my inner thigh and I had to stop him. The confused look on his face made me giggle.

“Can we do it more… vanilla tonight?” - you

“Oh yeah, that's okay with me. Whatever you want baby, I'll give you.” - Joe

“Okay… now where were we?” - you

Joe moved his hands back to my waist and stood up, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.

He started up the stairs, taking them two at a time as he continued kissing me.

Joe’s pace changed as we passed by the twin’s room to make sure the sound of us rushing to the bedroom wouldn't wake them up.

Once in the bedroom, Joe shut the door and moved to lay me down on the bed.

“Did you light a candle for mood lighting?” - Joe grinned

“Guilty.” - you laughed

Joe laughed along with me as he climbed on top of me. The candlelight accentuated the soft features of his face and enhanced them, he looked even more ridiculously beautiful than he already was.

The faint smile on his face melted my heart as he admired me.

“Gosh… I love you so much y/n.” - Joe

I reached up and combed his curls back with my hand before slowly moving my hand lower to stroke his cheek.

“I love you too, Joe. So so much.” - you

Joe gently pressed our lips together. We engaged in a thorough, slow-burn kiss, that had my toes curling in my fluffy socks.

Very slowly, Joe’s hands moved from my sides and back up my nightgown. He started gently inching it up my body as his lips never left mine.

Once it was completely off my body, Joe disengaged his lips from mine to pull it over my head. The only thing I was left in was my bra.

“You are so… beautiful. Unbelievably beautiful. You're just… breathtaking y/n.” - Joe

His eyes scanned over my body with so much love behind them. I wanted nothing more than to lean over and blow the candle out, knowing It was going to ruin this intimate moment but it was too late.

Joe’s once content face was scrunched up in disgust as he abruptly rolled off of me.

“What the fuck is that?” - Joe

“What do you mean? Did I do something?” - you

“I don't think so… unless. Babe, did you fart? If you did…. goddamn!” - Joe

“Joseph Lee! I did not let one rip while we were trying to get it on!” - you

Joe tried so hard not to cackle but ultimately failed, his nose re-scrunching when he took a big inhale.

“What the actual hell is that putrid smell then, I know for sure it wasn't me! That smells so bad that if it was me I'd be in the bathroom right now.” - Joe

I giggled to myself as Joe hopped off the bed and started smelling around the room.

“Joe baby, you look like a damn bloodhound smelling around like that.” - you hollered laughing

“Well, I'm trying to find whatever the fuck that is so I can get rid of it! I'm not going to bed until I get some sugar.” - Joe

My laughing only got louder as Joe dropped to his knees and started looking under the bed for the source of the stink.

“Maybe there's a dirty pull-up under here…” - Joe grumbled

I rolled off the bed and grabbed a pair of Joe’s boxers that were clean and in his pile of laundry before slipping them on and walking over to his nightstand.

“Baby get off the floor.” - you

“Hold on! I think I'm getting close!” - Joe

“Joe! Get up! It's the candle!” - you laughed

Joe suddenly stood up and looked at me with a confused look on his face.

“How is it the candle? It says vanilla?” - Joe

He walked over to me and I plugged my nose before blowing it out and moving it toward his nose.

Joe looked at me hesitantly before leaning down and smelling the freshly melted wax. He immediately jumped back and gagged at the terrible stench as I seemed t never stop laughing.

“God bless!” - Joe

“I pranked you pretty good huh babe?” - you

“That was not funny at all, and now our room smells terrible. Looks like there's no sex on the menu tonight.” - Joe pouted

The way he exaggeratedly pushed his bottom lip out in a frown had me grinning. I got on my tiptoes and repeatedly pecked his lips till his pout turned into a small smile.

“We can sleep on the couch and watch movies tonight.” - you smiled

I watched Joe’s smile fall back into a pout as he pressed his hips against my thigh, reminding me of his dilemma.

The unamused look on my face only made him more whiney as multiple “please y/n” fell from his lips.

“Here, how about we get in the shower and I suck you off at the end. Would that make you happy?” - you sighed

“No. I don't want pity head.” - Joe grumbled

“Boy please you know pity head doesn't exist in this relationship.” - you smirked

Joe’s frown once again turned into a smile as he took my hand and led us into the bathroom.

Once both of us stripped naked and got in the shower, Joe got his head before he pressed me against the shower and finally got what he'd been craving since the game ended.

After we cleaned each other off and hopped out of the shower, our bedroom had finally gone back to smelling like it normally does.

When Joe flopped on the bed he almost immediately knocked out.

“Tired?” - you kissed his forehead

Joe nodded and I kissed him one last time before cuddling up to him and falling asleep.

One thing you can take from our relationship is no matter what, get you a man that'll still rock your word less than 10 minutes after he thought you let out the worst-smelling fart known to man.

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Authors note: a random daydream turned into one of my fav fics ever. 💀

Hope you enjoyed! ❤️

#joe burrow #bengals #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow x reader #joey b #cincinnati bengals #joe burrow fan fic #joe burrow smut

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misted-buttercup-enjoyer · 8 months

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UT Month Day 10: Snowdin

“Here we are in Snowdin!” Chara did jazz hands while presenting Frisk with the small settlement. “When monsterkind first ventured forth from the Ruins, some monsters with thick warm fur to keep them safe from frostbite settled down among the white powdered snow. How is it snowing down here? We don’t know. And we don’t need to! I still want to, though.”

Yes, on the subject of I– Frisk thought. But as usual, Chara kept talking instead of elaborating about themself, at all. Not that Frisk was going to pressure Chara to talk about things they didn’t want too, but for some reason Chara rarely lingered on themself or their feelings, focusing most of their sentences on Frisk. “You” was prized highly over “I.”

“Now,” muttered Chara, “Listen closely. Monsters come in all different shapes and sizes and subspecies. Some are more humanoid than others. They’ll probably think you’re just another monster, at least in town. Or, so I hope. Be careful, though.”

Frisk nodded, tracing their fingers across the “Welcome to Snowdin!” sign before entering the store. A small ringlet of silver bells hung on the door, clinking welcomingly as Frisk stepped into the cozy wooden room. Behind the counter stood a purple bunny monster. Frisk waved, stomach fidgeting a bit with nerves. Would this monster lady fight them right-here-right-now if they were recognized as human?

“Hello traveller, how can I help you?” she greeted them cheerily. Chara gave a sigh of relief and Frisk grinned.

“Can I–have one–of those?” requested Frisk, pointing to the warm, sugary-looking, bunny-shaped cinnamon bun in the display case.

“Certainly, if you can pay for it,” agreed the store lady, politely ignoring Frisk’s stutter as she bagged up the cinnamon bunny. Frisk rooted around their pocket, praying they could afford some food. Lucky for them, they had just enough to pay for it!

“There goes the last of our money,” commented Chara apprehensively. “Well, you do need to eat…”

Frisk started digging in right away, heedless to the sugary stickiness getting on their face, sweater sleeves, and even in their hair. Their young age led to messy eating.

“So–what’s–some town–his–story?” asked Frisk.

The store lady didn’t seem to judge Frisk for their messy eating. “Think back to your history class…A long time ago, monsters lived in the Ruins back there in the forest,” explained the store lady. “Long story short, we all decided to leave the Ruins and head for the end of the caverns. Along the way, some fuzzy folk decided they liked the cold and set up camp in Snowdin.”

It’s just like you were telling me! Frisk thought at Chara. Chara nodded, as if listening for some detail they couldn’t find.

“Oh, and don't think about trying to explore the Ruins… The door’s been locked for ages. So unless you’re a ghost or can burrow through the door, forget about it!”

Chara, maybe we should try heading there! Most of the time in the books I’ve read or games I’ve played if there’s somewhere you’re told you can’t go to, you should go there!

“Frisk, remember? The Ruins was where Toriel lived. You just left there.”

Oh yeah. Frisk took another bite and chewed more slowly. I forgot what it was called.

“What should–I do–in Snow–din?” asked Frisk.

“You want to know what to do here in Snowdin? Grillby’s has food, and the library has information. If you’re tired, you can take a nap at the inn. It’s right next door–my sister runs it.”

“Oh, con–gratu–lat–ions!” stuttered Frisk.

“Having a sister isn’t really meant to be something you say ‘Congratulations’ for, just for social reference,” Chara noted absently.

Frisk nodded impatiently.

The store lady went on. “And if you’re bored, you can sit outside and watch those wacky skeletons do their thing. There’s two of ‘em. Brothers, I think. They just showed up one day and…asserted themselves. The town has gotten a lot more interesting since then.”

Frisk giggled. I know all about the skeleton brothers. Frisk shoved the last of their cinnamon bunny in their mouth and licked their fingers clean. They ran their tongue over their teeth and tried to squeeze out any remaining pieces of food. When they were satisfied that their mouth was finally devoid of all the syrupy deliciousness, for better or for worse, they asked, “How’s life?”

“Life is the same as usual.” For once, the store lady looked slightly discouraged. “A little claustrophobic. But…we all know deep down that freedom is coming, don’t we?” She smiled gently. Frisk tucked their dark hair behind their ears reverently as the store lady continued in a soft tone of voice. “As long as we got that hope, we can grit our teeth and face the same struggles, day after day…That’s life, ain’t it?”

Frisk nodded. Without a word they waved goodbye and exited the shop.

I feel bad for her, Frisk told Chara.

Chara nodded, looking a tad uncomfortable.

I feel guilty, added Frisk.

Chara flitted their gaze over Frisk’s face and sighed. “Listen to me. Look at me and listen to me. I never thought in a million years I’d be saying anything like this, but…”

They referenced themself directly almost five times, marvelled Frisk. I think that’s a new record!

“It’s not your fault for being born human.” A brief pause, a deep breath from Chara. “You are not obligated to give your soul to anyone or any cause if you want to keep living. You do not belong to a prophecy. You belong to yourself. You. Don’t. Owe. Them. Anything. They’re trying to kill you. The situation has changed.”

I guess so.

“You know so. Now, who’s ready to explore Snowdin?!”

I’m ready to explore Snowdin!!!

“Good!”

#ut month 2023 #ut month #snowdin town #utmonth2023 #snowdin #undertale #undertale fanfiction #oneshot #fanfic oneshot #undertale oneshot #my fanfiction

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lyndentree63 · 7 months

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So you wanna watch Burrow's End but you are a Delicate Flower (TM) and don't know if you can tolerate gore, body horror, suspense, etc. But you reeeeaaallly really love Aabria DMing and all the players, and all your friends are excited and talking about it, what do you do? (It's me, I'm the Delicate Flower.)

First, know the difference between "this is uncomfortable" and "this is unsafe". It's really important to be in tune with your body and know what's inside your window of tolerance, what's on the edge of your window tolerance and what is straight-up trauma triggering you.

If you know ahead of time what your specific trauma triggers are, look at the content warnings, ask friends, or ask in the Discord server (either on the Burrow's End channel or DM the mods) for if those specific things are described and/or shown. Note the time stamps.

Skip the sections that trauma-trigger you. That might be the whole episode. Or the whole season. Take care of yourself. But if you think it's uncomfy and just outside of your window of tolerance, carry on. . .

If it's something that you think you might be ok with, try reducing visual input: listen to the audio-only version, adjust your screen setting so things are in different colours, make your browser window small to reduce details. If you're near-sighted like me, take your glasses off to blur things.

Alternatively, your brain might make things MORE detailed and worse than they actually are, in which case, try watching and focusing on the cast, their interactions, the funny bits, the sweet bits. Also try half-watching it while doing some other task like folding laundry, or doing something like knitting or hand-sewing.

Look at the set with analytic movie-maker brain. How did they make this TECHNICALLY? What shots are they using? Notice the cuts, the lighting, the paint details. Think about the boring nitty-gritty backstage details that went into making this.

Watch with someone safe.

Make stupid jokes (The Blue is Walmart)

DO NOT EAT WHILE WATCHING (Alternatively, eating and drinking may actually help because eating food activates the parasympathetic nervous system aka the calm down system)

Take it in small chunks. Watch only a few minutes at a time, and then do something else grounding and calming.

Watch during daylight, so you can process stuff BEFORE you have to sleep.

Have an aftercare plan in place, either for processing (talk about it with a friend, yell about it on Discord or Tumblr, journal, have a little sob, make art about it) or for distracting (watch funny and wholesome videos, scroll Instagram, go to work, play with your cat, read a book, go for a walk, have a wild dance party)

Have an after-aftercare plan in place for when stuff crops up a few days or weeks later and unwelcome things pop into your brain. (Hint: treat 'em like intrusive thoughts; just let them fly through like li'l bats out to get a mosquito dinner and move on to the next thought.)

Read all the spoilers beforehand (on the Dropout Discord, here, on other socials), and desensitise yourself to pictures that way.

Write a tumblr post to help other people out

Don't feel ashamed for reacting with disgust, horror, feeling like you want to cry and generally being a Delicate Flower. We all have different nervous systems and different tolerances and life experiences and traumas, you're not better if you can stomach gore and horror and you're not Too Much if you get squeamish at just the thought of some of the things mentioned in ep 2 of Burrow's End.

#dimension 20 #burrow's end #burrow's end spoilers #aabria iyengar #stupendous stoats #how to deal #anyways I'll see how much of these I actually end up using #I really hope I can make it through episode 2 because being on this ride with the fans as it's releasing is FUN #even if gory battle maps aren't fun #aabria I trust you #but let's see how far that trust goes #cause I gotta take care of my nervous system too

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utilitycaster · 6 months

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Re: Em Friedman, I personally always got the impression that they're just a big fan is Aabria cuz I think Aabria was one of their first guests(?) in their TTRPG class

And that's why to me all the coverage about Acofaf, WBN and now Burrows End reads with kind of a biased perspective

Like, I love WBN but as you said, it's not really doing anything innovative per se, and the whole coverage and hype about the Bear episode in Burrows End really made it anti-climactic when the episode aired

Idk, maybe I'm wrong, but a lot of the Actual Play coverage from Polygon (not just Em) seems kind of like D20 and WBN circlejerk while they're more than happy to throw CR under the bus

Oh interesting. Like, I do get that Actual Play is not a particularly massive community and I could see how someone who interviews players regularly might end up becoming close to them and generally that maintaining distance and journalistic integrity is uniquely difficult, but also like. Here's the thing. I know Critical Role is The 800 lb Gorilla in the actual play space; no one else is selling out Wembley Arena. I don't mind if they're not getting the same boosts from publications, because they don't really need it and people love an underdog and all that. It's still not great, that this bias exists, but Critical Role is much harder to keep up with because it is at this point 8 years of content to fully know what's going on in Campaign 3, whereas you could have someone binge watch ACOFAF in a long weekend.

What gets me is that it's not just fawning and biased. It's ignorant of the actual play genre and claiming things that are flat out untrue. "Critical Role isn't as good as Dimension 20" is an opinion. I don't agree with it but it's a valid position for someone to have, and even journalists are entitled to preferences. But like, again: TAZ Balance started at level 1, with the party obtaining a legendary and dangerous artifact at a low level, and it started in late 2014. NADDPod campaign 1 also started at level 1 and ran up to level 20, and it began in early 2018.

Longform D&D/Pathfinder are also not new. Both of the examples above ran over 60 episodes; NADDPod's first campaign was an even 100. Rusty Quill Gaming ran an impressive 218 over 8 years, though they tended to stick to about an hour long per episodes so it's closer to NADDPod in actual hours of gameplay. Obviously Critical Role, while unedited and not a podcast primarily, has had 100+ episode campaigns. All of these were also set in homebrew worlds, though TAZ was extremely loosely based on Forgotten Realms to start, and RQG was essentially a divergent history of our world. So what, precisely, other than the Children's Adventure, makes WBN different? Like...I know fandoms struggle to understand this but it does not do anyone a single fucking favor to act like well-executed but traditional formats (or solid but par for the course work) is radical and innovative genius! It doesn't make me say "wow, WBN is clearly groundbreaking." It makes me go "wow, Polygon's coverage is written by a fucking idiot who's unfamiliar with the landscape of actual play."

What gets me about the bear episode is that it was also, in my opinion, very well-executed and an interesting battle, but it was not like, any different from another battle map except that the production team did a really good job making it slightly gorier than the norm. That's it. And as for the twist...look, again, I'm reserving final judgment, but I keep thinking about this (regrettably it is from Orson Scott Card, who is both a homophobic asshole, and also wrote "How to Write Science Fiction and Fantasy" which was my introduction to Octavia Butler and genuinely informs my understanding of the genre to this day):

"If you are using a known foreign language, by the way, take the time and effort to get it right. Among your readers there will always be someone who speaks that language like a native. If you get it wrong, those readers lose faith in you - and rightly so. Wherever you can be truthful, you should be truthful; if your readers can see that you're acting by that credo, they'll trust you, and you'll deserve their trust. But if they catch you faking it, and doing it so carelessly that you can easily be caught, they'll figure that if the story wasn't worth much effort to you, it shouldn't be worth much to them, either. They may still like the story, but you have blunted the edge of their passion."

This is both what I'm worried might end up being true re: Burrow's End (except instead of a foreign language I speak like a native, it's How Radiation Works) but it's also true in that like...all of those longform campaigns? I've watched or listened to them in full. Acting like it's innovation to...do a thing that's been done by so many other prominent actual plays is not even reading to me as bias. It's reading to me as a combination of wildly misplaced priorities (genuinely I think between this and the ask meme I'm like "hmmm have we considered that we're asking a huge amount from a niche medium and acting like it is the responsibility of a bunch of actors with dice to constantly reinvent the artform in which they work and dismantle the kyriarchy and prevent us from getting into arguments with our friends, instead of, as WBN's own page says, play games to make stories out of sound?") and also just. Ignorance. This is a person who is talking about something they genuinely don't know about. Why should I listen? I mean the bias doesn't help, but really it's the ignorance that kills it.

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