#joe burrow drabble

[scudevils]

summer nights — JB9

pairing: joe burrow x fem!reader

warnings: smut, semi public?, teasing, oral (f receiving), established relationships, swearing, not proofread!!

synopsis: wedding joe makes brain go brrr [1.5k]

a/n: i wrote this in like 40 minutes after finally getting some decent pictures whoops

MASTERLIST

fuck he looked good in that shirt.

that was all you could think about for the past two hours, since you'd first seen him in it back home if you were being honest. it didn't help you'd had a drink, practically eye fucking him from across the room, where he was laughing at a joke sam had said, you were sitting, wanting to climb him like a tree.

were you ovulating? that was the only explanation for how badly you needed this man.

it was truly a gorgeous wedding, perfect in every sense of the word, sam and jess were one of the couples you and joe spent the most time with outside of the team, you clicked with jess the day you'd met her and ever since you'd been friends. you were part of her wedding party, the gorgeous dark blue dress she'd picked out for her bridesmaids somehow complimenting everyone.

they matched the blue suit jackets that the groomsmen had on, the one that rested over your shoulder when joe noticed you'd gotten a chill after the service.

joe wasn't a big drinker during the season, so it was always fun to see hin let loose without the consequences of an early morning training session. his movements were looser, a smile etched on his face and never leaving, and you loved every minute of it, you couldn't help but laugh at his little stumble when sam tried to get him dancing.

jess plopped herself down beside you, her skirt flowing out like the petals of a flower, heavy breathing as she'd just gotten off of the dance floor. "you gotta come up!" she shouted over the music, taking a swig of the drink she'd left on the table earlier. "cmon!" holding out her hand, you took it with a laugh, acting as though you were being dragged up.

"i can't dance, jess!" you shouted back at her, nearer the speakers now, you could feel the beat of the music through your body.

"neither can he," following where she was pointing at, you found joe and sam dancing together, covering your mouth as you couldn't help but laugh at the scene, you were definitely telling him about this tomorrow and you know he'd deny it.

wether it was the drink, it was most definitely the drink, or a false confidence from seeing joe not care, you followed jess's lead, dancing along to the music, the alcohol flowing through your veins, a smile a permanent feature on your face.

when you opened your eyes again, joe was gone from by sam, your eyes subconsciously scanning the room to find him, and when you didn't, your smile couldn't help bur fall. "i'll be right back, gonna find joe!" you weren't sure if she'd heard you entirely, just nodding her head at your words and trusted you'd be fine.

the music became less clear the further you got away, till it just became noise in the background, no longer thumping in your blood, the cool air in the hallway hitting you like a welcomed truck, only now realising just how hot it was in there.

you heard shuffling from the other end of the corridor, where the entrance to the toilets were and began to walk towards them, if you couldn't find joe, you could at least go to the bathroom. the sound of laughter from the main hall was faint now, finally able to hear yourself think. finally, when you reached the bathroom door, you could feel another presence behind you, hear them being breathing.

disregarding every horror movie you'd ever seen, you turned around to see your potential attacker, clutching a hand to your heart when you realised it was joe, you slapped his chest. "you dick! thought it was gonna die."

his laugh reverberated around you, warm and homely as he apologised for scaring you, his hands lingering on your waist as his fingers absentmindedly drew circles. "have i told you how beautiful you look tonight?" joe was a charmer, that was for sure, his words silky smooth.

"sure have, many times." you giggled, that was how he got you, laughing like a school girl who got some attention from her crush, wrapping your arms around his neck as you looked into his eyes. "doesn't hurt to hear it again."

joe dipped his head lower, lips barely brushing against yours, before pressing a chaste kiss to them. "you." kiss "look" kiss "so" kiss "beautiful" and another, your fingers tangling in the short strands of his messed up hair, pulling him impossibly closer to you, needing him closer.

"joe," you whisper against his lips, and he's already moving, his hand leaving your waist for a second as he's opening the door behind you, the bathrooms in the venue only one room rather than stalls, and your already unbuttoning his shirt when you hear the lock click. "been wanting you since we left."

"fuck, i know." he's saying back to you, cradling your jaw in his hand as he's bringing you in for another kiss, messing up your hair even more, his lips tainted a faint pink. "gonna need you to be quiet, okay?"

when you nod at his words, his hand finds the zip on the back of your dress, pulling it down as the front falls, the lacy bra you had on leaving nothing to the imagination, his hand grazes over the flimsy material, hearing you suck in a breath as he teases over your hardening nipples. "been wanting you too, baby, couldn't think right."

he's kissing up the centre of your chest, across your collarbone and up your neck, and you're supposed to just take it, be quiet as he says, but you can't help the small moans and whines that fall from your lips. "no marks," you tell him, joe's eyes flickering to yours. "not where they can see."

you hated how deliberate his touches were, how he knew where to touch to tease you, have you begging for more. joe knew your body more than you did. his hand ghosted down your back, slipping the rest of the dress down your body, pupils blown wide when he sees the matching pair of panties you had on. "gonna be the death of me."

the press of his body against yours was electrifying, every one of your nerves on fire, on edge as his hands went lower down your body, skimming over your clothed cunt, and laughing at your reaction. your boyfriend was a cruel man.

joe was in total control as he was now crouched below you, lifting one of your legs over your shoulder, his fingers rough against yours skin dipping below the sides of your panties and sliding them down your legs, "fuck" he muttered to himself.

before you can react, his tongue is on you, flat against yours cunt, lapping as if you'll disappear from him if he doesn't, and your head falls against the wall, eyes screwed shut, tugging on the strands of his hair, inadvertently pushing his closer to you, egging him on.

you had nothing to hold onto but him, your thighs locking his head into place, even if he wanted to move he couldn't, and he certainly did not want to move. his teeth grazing against yours clit had you jolting forward, nearly toppling over him from the force you got up, you disregarded his prior instructions, letting the moans tumble from your lips

there was no stopping it, whines and whimpers following, his name spoken like a prayer, his attack on your cunt relentless, his thumb coming up to circle your clit, the added stimulation had your orgasm rolling towards you. your mouth fell open in a silent moan, feeling his groan vibrating against yours, legs shaking a little as he never relented, thoughts fuzzy.

when joe looked up he swore he had died and went to heaven, wanting to take a picture to remember the moment forever, but alas his memory would do. he was setting your body on fire, raising hairs you didn't even know you had, fingering digging into his scalp a little deeper. "joe,"

your voice gave you away, just barely above a whisper, yet it drove him absolutely fucking insane, the sweet sound of his name from your lips. joe feels your legs shake around his head, squeezing him in and keeping him in his place between them, the hand in his hair having a hold thats teetering on painful, but he only groaned at the feeling. when his tongue leaves you there’s an empty feeling, although still worked through the after shocks by his thumb.

“fuck, you’re amazing.” he’s whispering against yours skin, pressing kisses to the warmth. you look down to see him straining against his trousers, wanting to help him when he stops you, pointing towards his watch. “gotta wait till we get home.”

you know he’s right, but that doesn’t stop your whine of protest.

[be-ready-when-i-say-go]

Open Windows (a sub!joe blurb)

here's it is, quarterback season 2 but with your faves. domme's compilation of the behind the scenes look of the 2024 season with sub!joe

6.7k words.

jeff buckley--lover, you should've come over

subjoe masterlist | joe burrow masterlist | main masterlist

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the conversation starts at the dining room table. it’s leftovers that day, chicken, rice, asparagus, and the promise of a shared tub of oat milk ice cream at the end of it. though shared here really means, joe may only take a couple spoonfuls down, and leave the rest to her. it’s a quiet tuesday for them, domme still dawned in leggings and a t-shirt of joe’s for her remote day of work. an outfit still picked out by joe, the faded athens ohio football t-shirt just barely fitting joe’s filled out frame, packed now with nearly twice as much muscle as when he first acquired the shirt.

joe whispers, low and deep, “can i talk to you about something?” a well rehearsed question, the prelude that lets them both know what is to come is serious, requires both their full attention and care. 

domme nods, taking down a swig of water before speaking. “of course.”

“you know how netflix did those seasons of quarterback and receiver, right?” joe wants to breech softly, knows that domme does not want to be on display and certainly doesn’t want to cross the line when it comes to his job. wants him to stay focused on that when he needs, and just be joe when he’s not working. it’s a hard balance, one joe doesn’t get perfect all the time but he respects how much domme respects the dedication and passion he has for the game. 

joe doesn’t want to make a spectacle of domme either, or of their relationship. he doesn’t want her to feel like she has to be in it if she really doesn’t want to be in it. but it is an opportunity that joe would like to take. and he’s ready to do the hard parts, negotiating on her behalf, sticking to hid guns about whatever boundaries she puts in place during the filming too. 

“yeah,” domme answers. “i remember them.”

“peyton asked me if i wanted to do the next season.” it’s just a lob, a soft pitch before joe delivers the fast one. “i’d like to take the opportunity, but need to know how you’d feel about it.”

joe’s quick to say no, that much domme knows. if he doesn’t like or want something, it’s not hard to get that information out of him. but there’s just a flash of worry, the quick acceleration of her heart as she thinks about the cameras, how there’s no real knowing how the season will go until it’s all happening. it’s her job she worries about too, keeping enough semblance of privacy that she can keep working. 

“how much do you know about what they can and can’t film?” domme asks. 

joe hears it, the question she’s not asking: how far have you gotten into this process? “i trust these guys. they already know that there will be hard limits on and they’re okay with that. but i haven’t said yes. i gathered all the information i could to present to you first. it’ll focus really on me, and the game, and the season. but i know you’re there for that stuff too, so it’s important that you’re comfortable with it all too.”

“i don’t want my face all in it, you know. i’m here, i’m a part of your life and that means i’ll inevitably get involved with football, but i’d like to be in the shadows.”

“we can arrange that. would you want to talk to them? or do you want me to do that?”

“we can talk to them together, yeah?”

joe nods, leaning in closer to press a kiss to her forehead. it’s not going to be an easy sale but at the very least domme’s willingly to hear it out, willingly to sit with the uncomfortable for him. he’s not going to let her down either, not going to let her dance in the fire alone. “yeah, we can.”

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domme’s unsure how to act with the camera initially, doesn’t know how she can go about like normal, if she needs to avoid the rooms they’re filming in. this house is her home, but she wants to do this right, wants to be careful about this too. and yet there’s no better introduction to the realities of a filming crew in their lives like the first day coming in with a crashing bang—or more appropriately a split. 

the foyer is filled, lights and cameras around joe as he’s hunched over the piano, all mostly just a plucking, a few taps here and there. domme’s careful as she eases the door open to check where the crew might be and curses to find them all downstairs, all in the direction she needs to go. 

like joe can sense her like pressure changes in weather, he grins, looking between and through the gaps. “welcome back.” joe’s smile is warm, brightens his whole face almost like there aren’t multiple cameras on him right now, like her mere presence takes over the room for him. 

“i don’t mean to interrupt, really,” she returns softly, a hand lifted in apology towards the room and the crew. the cameras are still trained on joe. so far, it appears her wish to be a ghost, to be a shadowy presence is being listened to. 

“you do live here, you know,” joe laughs, the sarcastic quip paired with a raised brow. “but you are home early. everything okay?”

“well, i did split my pants at work so i’m here on a bit of an emergency detour and then i have to go back.” her cheeks are hot with embarrassment, but the room seems to exhale just a little when she laughs, as if giving them permission to laugh too. it is pretty funny—a stretch too far to get the pen that rolled under her desk costed her in the currency of her second favorite pair of work pants. 

“pardon me, fellas,” joe hums, pushing off the bench. and without thought, he strips the sweatshirt off his torso, the t-shirt riding up just a little with the action. “how did you manage that?”

“all the weighted squats i’m doing to keep up with you,” domme huffs in return, reaching out for the sweatshirt. 

joe doesn’t release it, instead, he reaches around her, draping it so the main torso falls over her butt and the arms wrap around her waist, tied in front and draped over her crotch. “i’ll cover you, c’mon. you could’ve called me too.”

“i guess i’m still getting used to the whole film crew thing. felt rude.” 

domme shuffles by, noticing the distinct turn of some of the cameras not to catch her directly. joe blocks her as best as he can from view too. all the efforts slow the rhythm of her heart. 

“i’ll tell you a thousand times over if you need. it’s not rude, not a bother, not in the way.” 

the words are firm but gentle. hopefully one day they’ll click. it all just feels too new and too strange at the moment. the crew would be here for as long as the season is—a long fight and feat to begin with. time would surely change her tune about hiding so much.

when domme’s safely halfway up the steps, she catches joe’s voice, “where were we?”

it’s a quick change, the black dress pants are a staple in her work wardrobe and with the soft pink blouse, it’s less thought to swap black pants for black pants. the tear in the crotch isn’t even up the seam, making repair seemingly impossible and much too visible but rather than trashing them she slips them aside, to contemplate on if she’ll take them to the tailors or not. it’s not a decision she has to make now anyway. 

domme tiptoes her way back down, the crew still zeroed in on joe. he hums, a soft frustrated edge bleeding into the noise as the miststruck chords leap out in the progression. “messed that up,” he mutters. 

“i would never be able to tell,” domme quips. 

the turn is slow, joe’s smile warm yet again. “thank you. all good? try a squat test in those yet?”

domme nods. “thick ass tested and approved.”

another round of laughter emits, a sound that startles domme because even though she can see the cameras, she’s forgotten that there are other people operating them. that there is an audience bigger than just joe right now who will be subjected in some part to her ridiculous antics.

joe waves her over, “can i show you something? or do you need to head back immediately?”

“i’d like to see you sitting up straight, but, yes, i have a few extra minutes, if it’s—”

“not a bother,” joe promises, “don’t even think about saying those words.”

but domme risks the glance up and she’s met with a nodded gesture, by the director. “by all means, all we want to do is respect your wishes and focus on joe and football. anything we get that you feel uncomfortable sharing, we can always leave on the cutting room floor.”

domme’s exhale drops her shoulders. “thanks for the reassurance.” and then she crosses the gap, joe’s sweatshirt still in her hands as she goes. “what is it that you need to show me?”

joe straightens up as she approaches, guiding her to his right. “this is a work in progress.”

her palm slides between his shoulder blades, a light reassuring rub before she lets her palm glide all the way down and skating off his ribs. it’s only two chords, really, flourishes here and there, but domme catches tune immediately. his fingers aren’t confident yet, there’s a little gaping, small and nearly too short to be noticed gaps that give it away. but domme knows lover, you should’ve come over anywhere, any rendition, any day of the week. 

she’d had it on one day, almost the whole day. the kind of a day that felt not heavy but weighted. a day pressing onto her bones but not crushing. she’d been working remote while joe rehabbed from the wrist injury, her days at that point revolving not always around joe, but with joe always in the forefront. she’d drove him to and from the physio appointments, having just finished moving in just three weeks. the conversation was being danced around at the time, but when he got injured and domme spent more and more time with joe, staying over and throughout the day, he’d asked plainly, “would you like to move in? you mentioned your lease is up in two months anway, and you’re always here.”

but she heard was there too, silent as it was. “would you like me to move in?”

joe nodded. “i would. i like waking up next to you, hearing you get ready. it’s nice. makes me feel like my day’s going to start right.”

and domme woke that particular cloudy day, not heavy but feeling all that she’d been tucking away starting to push back at the seams. so she cleaned, scrubbed those counters, the floors, waded herself waist deep into the laundry and kept jeff buckley’s voice in loop over and over and over. and when her alarm went off that she had twenty-five minutes to get to joe before his appointment ended, she played the song on loop even in her car. 

they eased back into the driveway, waiting for the garage door to creak open. “i like that song, even if it’s a little sad,” joe noted. 

“one of those days,” domme tutted in return. “but i’m glad you like it.”

“i appreciate what you’re doing, helping me out. i know it’s a lot to take on.”

“i want to do it.”

“i respect that. but still, it’s…not easy and i want to be doing more to help out.”

“you’ve got a team to support, your own injury to take care of. you’re doing a lot too.”

“but you matter. not in addition, not in spite of. you matter to me. plain and simple.”

now the song’s echoing back, in the soft pluck of the piano by joe’s hands. imperfect as it is. but clearly intended and studied. he plays only for a minute but her eyes are misty within just the few chords he plays. there are a thousand and one things for him to do on that piano, thousands of songs to choose from and yet, he still chose her, a song that mattered to her. 

the throaty moans wind out, a faded echo as joe looks up to spy domme already staring at him. he’d wanted to show off the song when he had more mastered, but he did have plans to practice today and with domme’s surprise drop in, joe knows himself well enough to know he wouldn’t have been able to hold back, not when she bends down, palm sliding over his cheek and the soft press of her lips is to come. 

“thank you, baby. that means a lot to me.”

“i am going to learn the whole song,” he hums back, fingers dancing along her wrist. “might take me a whole year but i am.”

joe’s rendition of the song’s never fully heard in the show. domme’s gratitude and tears are left on the cutting room floor. but the imagine still remains burned into the screens--joe sat perfectly straight after domme’s quip, her at his side, all shot from the behind and just the first few taps of the D and E chords before it fades out to black. 

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“i do more laundry now than i really ever have,” joe quips, looking over to his mother. just beyond her is domme, nestled away so that there’s still a good shot on robin, joe, and jimmy. her voice trickles in, the side of her arm captured in some angles but her face remains shadowed, fuzzy and unfocused. 

robin’s grin is bright as she glances over to domme. “guess you had to, joe. this one here definitely is a firecracker, but i love her.”

“i was not going to let him get away with not doing anything,” domme laughs. “i’m not a sucker. i mean sure, he’s got his routine and does what he does with his money. i most certainly have no complaints about not having to cook constantly. but the laundry, yeah, he was going to learn that.”

joe only stares, gaze soft and oozing over his mother’s head. domme’s grinning back up at him. “i wanted to contribute more, so i started there. i still don’t like laundry. i really only do it when it’s clear that it’s sort of fallen to the bottom of the to do list because if it waits too long it gets way worse. i think i’m starting to like cooking though. it’s not so bad.” he shrugs at the end. 

“he’s a damn good cook,” domme beams. “he’s being modest, but believe me, he’s got it in him.”

“i have help,” joe corrects, head nodding over to domme. “she’s a big help in that department.”

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the trail of losses is the hardest sometimes to watch from the outside. though domme knows that joe’s built himself up to handle times like this, she can’t help but pick up the weight of it. losses happen, it’s how the game is played, but when they accumulate it's a tough pill to swallow. 

the season’s shaping up to be one tough fucking pill too.

what’s worse is that there’s really nothing to do. nothing domme can say that will magically make things all better. the only saving grace is that she does know joe. she does know that sometimes the only thing to do is dump the week previous to focus on the week ahead. one foot in front of the other. 

the door cracks open, joe’s bleached tips pressed up in all sorts of directions from his constant fidgeting. another carding of his fingers through his hair greets her as she leans up against the railing of the steps. domme was there for him in the suite after the game, but he asked her for a little extra space, wanted her to get home and get a proper meal and that he’d by the house soon. 

domme didn’t question the need, had no reason to question it, and immediately left after she pressed a kiss to his cheek. “you played your heart out there. i’ll be home waiting.”

and now he’s back. there are no words from domme as she watches his entrance, assessing, calculating him like joe might the defenses coverage on the field. still maybe a little too hot, she figures. his shoulders are still up near his ears. just over his shoulder domme catches the quick drop of the camera--as if by now anticipating her to be at the doors, because she always is there. 

“baby,” joe murmurs, bag dropped to the floor outside the laundry room. he says it with relief though. and only now do his shoulders drop at the sight of her waiting, just like she promised. 

they meet, in the middle of the hallway, wound around each other. the footage is all legs and tiled floors, the press of joe’s chest into her body muffles the mic. but neither one of them really cares. “are we dumping it?” domme asks. domme lets him decide, doesn't want to pretend like she knows what he needs all the time. though she has a good guess that he might want just a couple short minutes to express his frustrations. 

“have to. it’s done now, you know? can’t redo it.”

domme eases back out of the embrace, settles back to the heels of her feet and holds out her palm. “then give it.”

not a physical thing to give, just the mental load. it won’t be easy, domme can see it in the hesitation, in the quick scan of her eyes. there’s only silence. the camera now panned up and around, capturing the back of domme with her hand stretched out, the press of joe’s lips into a thin line, like he’s about to argue. 

“you said we were dumping it. do you not want to?”

“pause it instead.”

“alright.” like she suspected, the part of his brain still needing to tick through everything that didn’t go right. that didn’t pan out like he anticipated. domme doesn’t understand nearly half of it, but she lets herself be a soundboard, probes his line of thinking with questions, has him wind down what it all means. she never asks him to baby her about it, just articulate why he’s thinking the way he’s thinking. joe always does and is more than willing when he can tell it’s all going over her head to slow it down. “we’ll table it for now. dinner’s where it always is. want me to put on the table or do you want to?”

the tap to her hand is not audible. but it hangs, joe’s palm pressed into hers. a long pause caught filling the lens of the camera. “if you don’t mind.”

“now would i offer if i did?” she grins. 

“no, i guess not.”

“i got it from here, baby. promise. go eat. your mom’s probably dying to give you a hug right now again anyway.”

joe’s grin is just the quirk of his lips, he steps, body half turned but palm still resting against hers. “i’m shocked she didn’t fight you to greet me first.”

“oh, i did. she just won,” robin calls out. 

joe finally lets go, pulls his hand away from hers and domme takes it, carries that invisible weight. and though she doesn’t have to, her palm full of nothing, she goes on, up to his office and presses her palm to the wooden desk. there, now, everything from before rest, for them to talk about later, for joe to pick back up when he’s ready. domme’s not sure how much joe explained to the crew, or will explain in the interviews, but she’s grateful no one seems to ask. 

while watching it back, a camera only follows domme’s ascent. they don’t show where she went, just that she took the steps. then it cuts to joe, against the blue background lips still a little shiny from the chapstick. “it’s a great thing to have a support system there for you. especially people that are willing to do the hard work with you. i’m grateful that i’m not alone after games like that. they can be challenging to come back from at times. there’s games you win, and games you lose, that’s how football works. and i’ve always prided myself on being able to be mentally tough. but yeah, i’m grateful to have the support that i do. that i have people in my life that care deeply about me as they do. people who i can truly just be human around.”

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“go, baby, go. c’mon, c’mon,” domme’s voice is clearer now in the audio, her mic situated to capture her commentary. there’s been no formal introduction of her. just the pieces, just her presence floating around. felt, not seen. “legs, i see you!” she cheers, popping off the couch. 

“that’s what i’m fucking talking about.”

it’s the first time the crew has been filming domme alone. almost always others are around. but interspersed between jimmy’s colorful commentary about joe wanting to know how fast he was, how he’d done a little track prior to settling into football, there is the excited fist pumping of domme at joe’s touchdown run in the stillness. her claps echo, the white throw blanket she had draped over her sunken to the couch, but still holding some of the shape of her body. 

“do you always cheer like this?” the question is full of laughter. 

“just for him,” domme answers, settling back down into the couch. “just for joe, and well when a big play happens too i’m rooting for the whole team, tee, ja’marr, trey, all of them. but mostly joe.”

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“i gotta get my jacket back on,” robin comments, slipping into the white and black striped ensemble. “i got this in new orleans,” she grins. “but you ought to check her out.” 

domme’s just off the side, drink in hand. between conversations, having just freed herself of a conversation that jimmy roped her into. it’s not that domme doesn’t like being social, in fact rather the opposite, but the closer and closer they get to the game, the more and more her own anticipation build. yet, domme doesn’t miss robin’s beckoning, the enthusiastic flap of her fingers, the wedding band and engagement ring clicking every so softly with the action. “look, look, look.”

it’s a snow leopard print, not right for the bengal name, but perfect for the white out sunday. paired with a jersey, custom made with joe’s name on the back of it in black rhinestones rather the normal screen print. it’s ridiculous and a little excessive, but just the right amount of flashy without being overbearing. sets domme out joe can spot the reflection dazzling in the sun at any point during the game just by looking up. like my sun, my own personal sun, joe laughed as he handed it over. 

but proves truer and truer each time she wears it and spots joe looking up. even if he doesn’t smile, even if it’s fire in his eyes, they both know he is looking up at her, like plants do to the sun—for warmth, a little reprieve, for fuel. 

domme eases in closer to robin’s call for her, allowing robin to slip an arm around her waist. domme laughs when robin fixes the front few pieces of her hair out from beneath the silk scarf with her free hand. “isn’t the scarf to die for? looks so good!”

“it was a set of two,” domme teases. 

“no, no, you wear the scarf better than I could.”

domme, at games, can seemingly never get close enough. not that she needs to be on the field, but that she just needs to stay close to joe. in the box feels too high, too far removed from the action, but at home games is the safest place for her to be. so she paces, stalks back and forth in the row, hands clasped behind her back or in the pocket of her jacket, or pants. it’s not a erratic heartbeat, it’s not always bad nerves either. it’s just awareness, a keening and honing in. 

robin and jimmy stay seated and domme’s mindful not to interrupt their viewing, but she paces, tapped into a level of energy that she knows it not her own. it’s joe. it’s the same kind of feeling she gets sometimes in a scene, head driven and hyper vigilante. 

“it’s funny,” robin comments, “watching them together. she’s sometimes more intense than joe, which i never thought would be possible. but yeah, met his match, i guess. the way it goes. someone that sees you for you, pretty magical to witness them.”

jimmy laughs from his seat up above. “i never get in her way on game day either. not a safe or smart idea to do that.”

the footage doesn’t show her face, just the pacing of her body back and forth, back and forth. robin and jimmy stay nestled as they tease her, but it doesn’t matter. not there, not on game days. jimmy’s insightful quips break through the buzz in her brain, comments about the types of coverages, and plays that are most likely to be coming. domme doesn’t listen to them, not that deeply. just watches, just paces, just keeps doing the only she can do which is watching, waiting, assessing joe and not about his game, not about what’s happening on the field, but what’s undoubtedly running through his brain. how swift and snappy he’s making decisions. domme’s not worried about the football player, she’s worried, she’s there for the man beneath it all. 

she’s getting a gameplan together too, preparing for wins and loses too—if they’re dumping tonight, or tabling, if there will be celebrations and if so, what kind. athletic trainers are good at responding to post game soreness, at easing aches and muscles, but domme’s focused on his mind, and spirit, wonders if she could lure him into a soak tonight with the promise of extra kisses or if his body will demand it from him regardless. 

yet none of that is on screen, not verbally at least. domme remains in parts shrouded, unseen but felt. 

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their notes are still scattered throughout the house though. on the fridge, on the bathroom mirror, in her lunch bag that joe packs for her. sometimes it’s reminders about the grocery list, silly drawings, heavy pressed i love you’s into paper with ink. it’s all the things joe and domme already do, just in really small second grabs. quick enough to miss really in the larger scale of the show.

more than once on screen is the remnants of a drink discarded, a can, or a bottle nearly empty left that joe picks up and tosses in the midst of a conversation about where the bengals stand in the season. more than once the camera’s catch the immediate turn around from joe when he hears a sigh, “everything okay?”

“the o.j. is empty.”

“shoot, could’ve sworn there was more left.” joe’s pushing up anyway from the couch. “pardon me,” he always quips and then takes off, mostly muttering to himself trying to reminder why there isn’t more juice left. “oh, wait, i got a second glass this morning. i apologize for that. let me take care of that empty carton. and i can grab another jug now if you'd like?”

domme’s presence isn’t hard to miss, decorative pillows on the gray couch that change with the season. the normal fluffy white ones replaced with a soft brick red with leaves stitched on for the dawning fall, then replaced with all black ones with little ghosts on the corners for october and halloween. in november, the pillows carry messages like thankful in a soft orange against the white and brown base. in december, those change over to green ones that have christmas trees and candy canes on them. 

one scene of joe shows the halloween pillows still and then the next, when he’s shown back at home, there’s christmas decor up. the tree twinkling softly. there’s no footage of domme and joe decorating just a quip, a little twenty second conversation. “looks like christmas is officially here,” the voice off screen notes. 

joe glances around. “we did it last night and this morning. makes this feel more like home. i didn’t use to decorate, a lot of work just to take it all done just as soon as it goes up. never really understood it.”

“but you did this year?”

he nods, again, a smile cresting his face. “yeah, i’m glad we did this year.”

domme’s presence is warm, scattered throughout the house in the tiniest details. the magnets on the fridge, matching mugs on the coffee table, blankets that fit the decor perfectly folded over the back of the couch, a soft humming from the kitchen just one room over. she is everywhere, but never overbearing, even if she ensures to have more than enough food when joe invites the offensive line over after the titans win. there’s platters, about two too many, by joe’s count. 

“baby, i don’t think we need this many snack trays.”

“that’s what you think, but how fast did we run out the last time we took lead from you? hmm, share that with the class.”

it’d only been two trays short at worst, though everyone had been able to enjoy something. but it means now joe will never live it down. his miscount forever immortalized in her memory. joe peers over her head into the cameras, still turned away from her and mostly on him, as they finish setting up the small area outside. “you see what i deal with? she’s a menace.” but joe drops his gaze back down to her, eyes warming as she fusses with the plastic wrap around the bottle’s neck. “but i wouldn’t have you any other way, you know?”

“good, because we weren’t getting me any other way.”

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the light casts a hearty beam down in through the wide kitchen windows the rack focus of the camera looks fuzzy, as it narrows in on the beam and just in the murky background, a haze of a gray t-shirt appears, the fingers come into focus, the nail beds painted a soft baby blue. a few dotted white snowflakes are visible within the design. 

no name appears on screen in all thick blocks of all caps like normal, just a small white text that reads, Joe Burrow’s Partner and the month and year January 7 2025. because that’s all the world needs to know. 

“you have remained nearly as elusive as joe has and that’s like damn near impossible.”

her tutted laughter is bright, fingers threading through each other. in the close up shot, joe’s hand appears, covering hers for just a quick moment, a squeeze before he pulls back. “i tried to keep the focus on him.”

“but you’ve been integral to this season too. i think joe said it best when reflecting back after week 5, when he said,”

the audio cuts from the kitchen to joe directly on, against a backdrop now. “she keeps me human. gives me the space to feel all the emotions when i need. and i try to,” joe pauses, thoughts still gathering in his head. “i try not to ride that rollercoaster. it’s bad to do so. our brains,” joe starts, tapping his temple to iterate the point, “aren’t, like, made for the constant noise and criticisms that come with this job from the outside. but she cares for me as a human. not as a football player, not the like quarterback, just the guy. and i could never ask for anyone better to do that for me, with me, really. she gives me that permission to sometimes just be. and it’s scary at times for sure. but she never flinches away, even when it gets ugly. talk about nerves of steel, i want to be like her when i grow up.” joe laughs as he says it, but he means it, that there’s something in the way domme takes pride in holding all the messiness that comes with life, she holds it tight when she needs and lets it go when it’s time. but she always does it with grace. 

the sunbeam comes back, domme’s hands curled now around joe’s. “i know he wants a safe space, places to go and people to turn to that he doesn’t have to be on for. and i’m honored he lets me do that for him.”

“but it’s always his shot to call, it appears at least. i’m specifically recalling the chiefs game at the end of the season, the game that was deciding if the bengals could go to the playoffs.”

the scene changes yet again. joe and domme sit side by side on the couch, domme bundled in the grinch blanket, joe reclined into the cushions next to her, but as the score gap widens and widens, the fates grow clearer and clearer. 

“nothing i can do,” joe offers. “i can only watch.”

but domme sees it the tick in his jaw. she opens her up cocoon, blanket still tight her grasps before she winds her arm around his shoulders. there’s no words at first, none that are audible at least. on the screen, with the shot of their backs to the camera, a subtitle creeps up, Joe: Can I get two minutes? Really fucking sucks right now.

domme responds louder, clearer. “you can get as much time as you need. can we cut the cameras? thanks.” she says it without worry that it won’t happen and it does. the video fades out, a black screen after the lenses are placed on. there’s some audio, murmurs that get subtitled in, 

Partner: You played your heart out. That’s all you can do. All I want you to do. 

Joe: Wasn’t enough though. 

Partner: It wasn’t. You guys were left in a shitty situation, having to depend on some other team to decide the playoff fate. However, the other side of that shitty coin are three things: you’re leaving this season healthy. You still have got more ball to play when the time comes. And lastly, I mean this from the bottom of my heart, Fuck the Chiefs.

Joe: [laughs, followed by a sniffle] You shouldn’t say that, baby. 

Partner: I’ll say it again. Fuck ‘em. 

Joe: [laughing] I’d like to wallow now, please, coach. Just for a minute.

Partner: Then let’s wallow.

the black turns back into the sunbeam, domme’s nails still dancing in the bright light line. the soft gray of her t-shirt still fuzzy in the background. “yeah, it’s always going to be his call at the end of the day. but i see him, try to anticipate what it is he’ll need, give him options. but yeah, his call.”

“and if you’re okay, i’d like to take us back, talking of the rollercoaster of the NFL, this season seems to be full of them, yeah? how do you handle all that--giving him space to be human, giving yourself space to be human too?”

the question prompts a deep inhale. but domme’s voice floats in after a few beats of silence. “consistency really. i know joe’s probably talked a thousand times over about it, but now it’s about building things into the routine that allow us both space. his monday night gaming sessions are usually also my monday night binges. catch up on shows, or call my friends to chat with them. i know it’s coming every week. we have rituals too, joe and i, but it’s having the intentional time apart that helps. i mean, this is a business too, keeping that in perspective helps. all the commenters, and noise, is a way to keep selling tickets, keep people tuned in, like it’s real to joe and the other players, it does matter, but there’s always some portion of the noise that has to be taken with a grain of salt.”

“does it ever get touch watching joe out there?”

“sometimes. those hits look not fun, i certainly don’t want to be on the receiving end of them.”

“and with joe’s game on saturday, against the steelers--”

domme shakes her head, interrupting the line of questioning. “i’d appreciate it if we didn’t talk about the game. i-” her inhales cuts off the words, “i can’t right now.”

more footage takes its place. domme standing, watching from above. seemingly frozen. she’d traveled with joe for the game, wanted to spend new years with him as much as she could before she’d have to go back to work. but there’d been no anticipation of joe flat on his back, the medical staff surrounding him after what still feels more like a power drive than a tackle, his helmet dug into the ground. 

domme can only watch, and wait, and wait, mind slowed but heart pounding her chest. she waits for him to get up. “please get up. please.”

and he does, much to her relief. she’s only a few rows back, tucked away enough for one person to film her and the rest staying with joe. but she’s on her feet before she can think twice when joe stands and starts down to the edge of the railing. she doesn’t call for joe, just watches him walk off the sidelines, working his neck side to side. 

he finds her, gripping the railing in the crowd. wants to tell her to not worry, but that’s the antithesis of what she does. she worries because she cares and she cares because he cares, because she loves him. so he only gazes back until he’s tucked into the medical tent. 

domme stays there, at the railing, knows that he has to be checked thoroughly before he can return to the game. when it comes out through the speakers, echoes through the stadium, domme only tightens her grip. keeps watching, keeps waiting. joe steps out, thankfully to her relief, hand out to her and gesturing like he’s pressing down, all to say, i’m good, it’s all fine. it’s all okay.

her knees give out, and domme turns just enough for her back to slip down against the railing, chin tucked into her chest as the tears slip down her face. the camera only captures her shoes, and the concrete steps, but her sobs are clear in the mic. “thank god,” leaving her lips over and over and over again. 

“he’s tough, she’s tough, but that was a hard day. it’s the only time i’ve seen her cry, i think, when it comes to joe and football and injuries of the like. she’s a tough cookie. i think if she padded up, she could take some nasty hits too. but yeah, that day was rough. it’s one of those times you’re glad he gets up and try not to think about what could have happened.” it’s robin’s voice, her nod somber and sobering to the realities of the game. 

the final shot concludes with joe and domme post steelers game, right outside the buses to head to the airport, her hands cradling her his face. joe’s holding her waist. there’s a whispered conversation, none of it audible or subtitled on purpose, a private conversation for them. the notes of lover, you should’ve come over play in the background. jeff buckley’s voice belting out in the background as domme presses a kiss to his forehead, hands slipping down his chest. 

“i’m just glad he’s okay. that’s all i can say right now,” domme comments, her hands full of joe’s hands in the sunlight, tightly wound, thumb brushing over the scar. “just really glad he’s okay and i’m hungry for more too, more games, more seasons, more wins. ready for them to take it all the way to the top.”

[goldfades]

𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 ' 𝐒 𝟔𝐊 𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ⟡

✿ ꕀ hello!!! welcome to my 6k celly! first off, i just want to thank everyone who has ever interacted with me or my work, and and hit that follow button because something i made meant enough to you, it seriously means the world. i remember first starting off my blog with my nhl fics, where we would all just fangirl over adam fantilli and luke hughes. it was an unhinged time, and if you told me that i'd be reaching 6k ever, let alone almost two years out, i'd laugh in your face. seriously. 1k, let alone 6k, seemed so impossible and now that i'm here, it leaves a weird feeling between nostalgia and pure joy.

i don't wanna pull the random influencer "i wouldnt be here without yall" bs cause i'm not like that, but i have to cause thats the only other way i'd be able to convey my gratitude for every single one of you, whether you're here because of hockey, basketball, or joe burrow, i love you sooooo much!

and i'd also like to encourage anyone who's ever thought of starting a writing blog (or any kind of blog) to DO IT! like i said, creating such a friendly and kind community so impossible to me in the beginning, but now here i am! its such a rewarding feeling! and if anyone ever wants to and if anyone ever wants to take that leap, just do it!!! seriously!!! make the blog. post the fic. talk about the unhinged sports crush you think no one else will get (spoiler: someone absolutely will). i promise it’s not as scary as it feels at first, and there’s room for everyone here — whether you're writing 10k word epics or just screaming in the tags. if you ever need someone in your corner, consider me there, aggressively cheering you on like a hockey mom in the stands with a cowbell 🫶

CLOSED!!!!!

✿ ꕀ ASK RELATED CELEBRATIONS (MAY 27TH THROUGH MAY 31ST)

all requests need to be send with a prompt to make it easier for me! any prompt is okay (whether you made it up or found it online, it's okay!) here is a list of prompts if you can't think of any! also make sure to be specific which exact prompt you want, i would prefer you to copy and paste it!

fluff prompt #1

fluff prompt #2

fluff prompt #3

fluff prompts #4

intimacy #1

angsty prompts #1

angsty prompts #2

💐 send this & i will write a short fluffy blurb for you!

🫧 send this & i will write a short angsty blurb for you!

🎲 send this & a number 1 -- 10 & i’ll spin a prompt wheel and give you a drabble!

more unique ones . . .

🍓 send this & your fave & a soft thing you love (blankets, smoothies, etc) & i’ll give you a love language moment!

soft hands. sleepy kisses. "you left this in my car"

🪩 send this & a player & i’ll give you your rom-com meet cute!

ice cream line in the summer. half-court shot challenge. mutual friends with beef

⏰ send this & a player & i’ll write a timestamp scenario! (ex. 3:07am, 10:32pm)

short, atmospheric and slightly deranged if needed

🧲 send this & a character & i’ll give you their most toxic trait… lovingly

petty? jealous? secretly self-destructive but charming? let’s unpack

✿ ꕀ FICS I WILL BE POSTING

★ day one with DEVIN BOOKER ★

includes: angsty off-season routines.

summary: you’ve been with devin for a while now. long enough that off-season means slipping into shared routines: grocery runs, gym days, lazy movie nights. but lately something’s been off — his distance, your deflection, tension thick enough to crack. neither of you say it out loud but the silence is starting to sting.

★ day two with LUKA DONCIC / CRASH OUT COUPLE ★

includes: toddler chaos, parenting teamwork (barely) & retired hothead energy

summary: you and luka were never supposed to be the blueprint. you are both fan favorites — technical fouls, postgame quotes, highlight reel meltdowns. that’s how it started. a mutual respect forged in chaos. now? you’ve got a toddler who won’t wear shoes, sunscreen in your eye and a suitcase full of tiny swimsuits that no one’s wearing. it’s your first real vacation as a family and it’s… a lot. she screams over juice flavors. luka forgets the stroller. you both fall asleep at 7:30.

but when your daughter belly-laughs at the waves and luka wraps his arms around you from behind with that “we’re doing it” smile, you realize this was never about being perfect.

★ day three with PAIGE BUECKERS ★

includes: wnba chaos & "i don’t know how to be soft out there but i’m trying for you"

summary: dating paige means learning to share her — with fans, cameras, the league. you’re used to being in the background: her pregame text, her airport pickup, the face she looks for in the crowd. but when she finally has a bad game — one that leaves her jaw tight and chest guarded, you’re the one she lets fall apart.

and maybe that’s what love is: not fixing it, just holding her together until she can breathe again

★ day four with JUJU WATKINS ★

includes: public vs private selves & forehead kisses before shootaround

summary: you and juju have been solid since last spring — late-night drives, gym dates, matching hoodies kind of solid. but the season’s about to start and she’s got something to prove. suddenly she’s sharper, snappier, locking herself in the film room and brushing off your touch. it’s not about you. you know that. but when she finally sits next to you on the bleachers, hands shaking a little, you don’t say "i told you so."

★ day five with JOE BURROW ★

includes: off-day domesticity & farmer’s market joe

summary: it’s his first real day off in weeks and all he wants to do is spend it with you. no press. no cameras. just overpriced fruit and holding your hand in public like it doesn’t mean something. you trail through the market with a smoothie in one hand and his hoodie in the other, watching him pretend he’s not overly invested in picking the right sourdough.

thank you again for 6k!!!!! i hope you guys enjoy!!!

tagging some mutuals:

@wanderlusturous @v6quewrlds @snoopyhughes @emilysprentisss @wbb4l @softburrow

[ebsmind]

MASTERLIST ❀

✿ = fluff ✧ = angst ® = smut

THE HUNGER GAMES

Coriolanus Snow

drabbles

mentor!coriolanus ✿✧

18+ coriolanus ®

corio getting help from tigris ✿

husband!coriolanus

peacemaker!coriolanus ®

jealous!coriolanus ✧

one-shots

n/a

BAD BOYS

Armando Aretas

drabbles

18+ armando ®

one-shots

false god ®✧

NATIONAL FOOTBALL LEAGUE

Joe Burrow

drabbles

n/a

one-shots

i choose you and me...religiously (coming soon)

social media au's

you and me, wet got big reputations

NATIONAL HOCKEY LEAGUE

Nico Hischier

drabbles

n/a

one-shots

three points

my little treasure

social media au's

n/a

moodboards

yes, mr. president

Jack Hughes

drabbles

n/a

one-shots

n/a

social media au’s

meet me at midnight series

moodboards

cowboy!jack

ACTORS

Tom Blyth

drabbles

n/a

one-shots

n/a

social media au's

your fav dead girl

as beautiful as the waves

lovers on and off the screen | pt 2 (coming soon)

loml | how did it end?

ts song series!

delicate

too soft for all of it

slut!

last updated : january 21st, 2025

[eternalsunrise]

who i’m writing for/request guidelines !

who i’m writing for !

fyi requests are: open!

╰┈➤ marvel comics!

wade wilson (deadpool)

logan howlett (wolverine)

matt murdock (daredevil)

frank castle (punisher)

bucky barnes (the winter soldier)

tony stark (iron man)

╰┈➤ celebs/miscellaneous!

joe burrow!

request guidelines!

╰┈➤ please check my welcome post and/or scroll upwards to see if my request box is open!

╰┈➤ i will write fluff, angst, and smut. i write full fics, headcanons, and drabbles/blurbs!

╰┈➤ i will NOT write anything concerning minors, r*pe, noncon, pregnancy trope (i’m sorry i just can’t), any incest/stepcest

╰┈➤ if your request has gone unanswered pls don’t be discouraged!! i’m probably working on it or just got busy!! :)

╰┈➤ even if my requests are closed, my inbox is still open!! pls feel free to send any headcanons or fic recs you have!! and don’t be afraid to just chat !!! :)

[triangularz]

6-19-2025: I occasionally think about revving this back up, but need some direct input. Whether I do or not, please let me know specifically (dm) if you've found benefit using the list. See red text below for context. Yes we're consumers, but caring as a community isn't a one-way thing, and connection can happen simply be dropping a note. Does wonders for the heart and soul, yeah? And I ain't too proud to ask, babes.

4-24-2025: Alright loves, with no responses/feedback to the red-text paragraph below, I'm sunsetting updates. wish I'd heard from y'all; I'll miss this! besos 💋 -> hazel

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2-2025 List usage: Thoughts welcome- is it being used? This project is my little contribution to our space here on tumblr, having seen comments about difficulties finding black authors and artists. I'm familiar with an incredible number of creators now; I'm so proud of us. I choose to do this unsolicited and unfortunately, this may not be a needed solution. I formatted the list about a year ago and have maintained it, which I think is something important and unique about it (every entry checked about once a month), hoping it might be beneficial. Many of you send thanks for being added to the list. But within the last year, less than five individuals have shared with me that they've actually used it (likes and reblogs aren't necessarily indicative of that) and very, very few have either asked to be added or sent additional writers/artists my way. Those requests have been clear virtually since the beginning. Without feedback I assume the list isn't impactful and that's fine. I'll wait until the end of March to decide whether to continue. Love you all! ❤︎

IMPORTANT: The list is updated fairly frequently, so reblogged versions may not be most recent; click here to be sure you’re viewing the latest!

Monthly upkeep sweep: 2/3/25 active in last 3 months, see also "Inactive with Content"

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IMPORTANT NOTES + #-G | P-Z

Welcome & Celebrate! Darlings: This is a growing, non-exclusive directory of Black individuals who primarily create fanart and fanfiction (different backgrounds, experiences, interests, etc.) and represent a variety of preferences, styles, subgenres, fandoms, and a bit of original art and fiction.

Want to be added? Click here and read “Growing It”- the list is t exclusive!

Using the list? list and find works you enjoy, let me know (comment, dm, ask)! I love the kudos from creators listed, but it’s critical to know the list is being used!

when you find something you love: reblog comment repeat!

content tags are not all inclusive.

abbrevs/definitions/listing of genres, styles, etc. here

no masterlist? search within the blog for fandom titles, characters, etc.

Want a few examples of our work? Go to @triangularz and search #blk big list new finds (it’s a listed tag)

If a creator has not been active within the last 3 months, the entry moves to "Inactive w/Content" section. After 6 mi the, the entry is removed.

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halfofmysoulsblog (bucky barnes, clark kent, steve rogers,

other mcu/dc- mature/nsfw, series,✒️ )

harmshake (wwe- roman reigns, jey uso, rhea ripley, solo

sikoa, daniel garcia, more- nsfw/smut, series,✒️ incl. 15k)

hazzelle-kento (fanart- jjk)

heavyhitterheaux (jack harlow, urban wyatt, joe burrow)

henneseyhoe (m.b. ordan, y.a. mateen II,

trevante rhodes, john boyega, more- smut, fluff, angst)

highdefhoetry (jjk, op, love and deepspace- fluff, smut, plot,

series,✒️ ) hikatamika (original art, ocs)

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icy-spicy (op, bleach, jjba, hellsing/hellsing ultimate, record

of ragnarok, blood of zeus- plot, smut, fluff, angst)

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jadedjotun (marvel- angst, smut, fluff)

jazzthatonewriterchick (bnha, op, jjk- smut, plot, drabbles,

some dc, x black reader, series,✒️ incl. 10k+ )

jbarneswilson (bucky barnes- slice of life fluff, smut,

✒️ incl. 10k)

joannasteez (wwe- roman reigns, cody rhodes, jey uso- ocs,

smut, fluff, plot,✒️ )

jstarr86 (wwe- roman reigns, jey uso)

julieonbeat (original art, ocs) juniperhaven (original art, ocs)

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k1ng0fsug4r (original art, ocs) kana-daydreams (op, jjk,

wind breaker- fluff, angst, gen, suggestive)

kanekisfavoritegf (aot, jjk, jjba, cm- smut, fluff)

kechiwrites (jjk, haikyuu, cod, marvel, dc- smut, some fluff,

plot, humor, dc, series✒️ )

kill-the-artiste (wwe, bandom, fast and furious- plot, smut,

lgbtq, horror, dc, ocs, series,✒️ )

kingkonoha (aot, jjk, naruto- angst, fluff, smut, series,✒️ )

kultofkorii/vampkorii (op, demon slayer- fluff, smut, comfort,

lgbtq+, angst, hurt/comfort)

kweenkatsuki-fics (jjk, mha, h!!- fluff, smut, dc)

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lostbluejayart (ocs, original art, fanart)

lotus-flower-writes (op, super mario bros (luigi)- fluff,

series,✒️ )

lowkeyremi (h!!, bnha, jjk, aot, tr, ds, saiki k, food wars, hxh)

lyrring (original and fanart)

luxesiren

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mcondance (b. barnes, s. reid, a. hotchner, fontaine, peter

quill, s. grant, marc spector, c. berzatto, richie jerimovich-

smut/nsfw, plot)

megamindsecretlair (they cloned tyrone, snowfall, scream,

woman king, candy cane lane, narcos, all day and a night,

more)

merakidoll (aot, jjk, h!!, ds, tr, op, more- smut)

michaels-reality (original art)

miyuhpapayuh (ocs, daniel kaluuya, m.b. jordan, ylan

noel, lucky daye, y.a. mateen II, marshawn lynch,

tre rhodes- series,✒️ )

momopatchi (original art) mr-foods (homestuck- fanart)

msbigredmachine (wwe- smut, angst, drama, original

characters) muvaginger (kny- smut, some fluff, angst)

mudavaye (original art) multiversxwhore (wwe- drew

mcintyre, randy orton, la knight, more)

mybonafidefeelings (woman king, black

panther, more- lgbtq, series,✒️ )

mysteria157 (jjk- plot, mature, smut, nsfw, sfw, fluff, angst,

dc (in one series), ✒️ most works 5k+)

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nahimjustfeelingit-writes (black panther)

nanamin-nah-nanamine (jjk- smut, smau)

nasty-quillz (mha, h!!, john wick- smut, dc)

nayaxwrites (jonathan majors, laroyce hawkins, m.b.

jordan, y.a. mateen II, a. mackie, t. rhodes, idris elba, method

man, more black actors/musicians- smut, dc, angst)

nerdieforpedro (p. pascal characters- ocs, smut, fluff,

series,✒️ )

nneedynymph (aot, jjk, ff, naruto, samurai champloo- nsfw,

some sfw)

nodowdy-abouty (marvel, more- original and fanart)

notapradagurl7 (snowfall- smut, fluff, angst)

nymphoheretic (mha, naruto, bleach, ds- smut,

series,✒️ )

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ocelotrevs (photography)

oenomeneart (original art, ocs- horror, suggestive themes)

@ofoceansandtombsanew (op, jjk, our life- fluff, nsfw, series,

🔹)

ohimsummer (aot, jjk, one punch man- smut, some fluff,

angst, smau)

ophanimkei (original art)

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Besos, Hazel 💋

blk fanfic writer, triangularz

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**Nothing about this list is official or bound by any kind of external requirements/others' expectations- it's a project l've created. There are some content topics I'm uncomfortable with, so if I happen to skim, and note that a blog contains:

• glorification of/detail recounting of themes like inc*st, harm to minors, rape/noncon, glorification of abuse or similar, I will not add.

As I spot check or if others notify me and I verify, I'll remove. I'll do so quietly, no call outs or big to do's

If I don't feel comfortable with other topics, etc. I have the right to exclude. I'm talking primarily about content concerns, not blog exclusion because of petty foolishness or anything like tha. I want as many of us to be included as possible! ✔️

[kaylasficrecs]

joe burrow recs

no. of fics = 44

dedicated | drabble, fluff | @joeybsversion

the prettiest | drabble, fluff | @lushlovers

surprise | imagine, fluff | @luvu2themoonand2saturn

sweet nothing | imagine, flangst | @baurbiediv

flood gates | imagine, flangst, comfort | @yelenasbraid

sniffle prevention | imagine, fluff | @joesheistyy

pretty girl | drabble, fluff | deactivated blog

burnout | imagine, flangst, comfort | @yelenasbraid

afterglow | one shot, flangst (more angst) | @balladof134340

nobody gets me | imagine, flangst | @joesheistyy

who's cutting onions | drabble, fluff (brief angst) | @lushlovers

rubbing your partner's back | drabble, fluff | @brrbrina

mother hen | imagine, fluff | @luvu2themoonand2saturn

say yes | one shot, flangst | @svt-luna

babysitting | imagine, fluff | @yelenasbraid

sleeping beauty | imagine, fluff | @svt-luna

e. r. visits | imagine, flangst | @glitter-vamp

forever and always | imagine, fluff (brief angst) | @mamaestapa

exclusively | drabble, flangst | @joeybsversion

super bowl blues | imagine, flangst | @luvu2themoonand2saturn

i love you | imagine, fluff | @hubbvrd

one too many | imagine, fluff | @luvu2themoonand2saturn

mamas | imagine, soft fluff | @svt-luna

amethyst | imagine, flangst, comfort | @balladof134340

boze babe | imagine, fluff | @joeys-babe

don't give up on me | imagine, flangst | @joeys-babe

show her off | one shot, fluff | @emmyblues

lie down with me | imagine, fluff | @emmyblues

surprise | imagine, fluff | @hubbvrd

by the beach | imagine, fluff | @emmyblues

birthday kisses | one shot, fluff | @starsinthesky5

adding a bracelet | imagine, fluff | @delayed-affection

red light | imagine, fluff | @slimshiesty

take a breather | imagine, angry flangst | @yelenasbraid

i know you, i get you, i see you | one shot, flangst | @joeybsboo

messed up | one shot, flangst | @heartmix

when in france | one shot, fluff | @eternalsunrise

lover | imagine, fluff | @yelenasbraid

you look adorable when you're sleepy | imagine, fluff | @joeybsboo

tiger | imagine, fluff, comfort | @burreauxwrites

knock-the-wind-out-of-me-gorgeous | Imagine, fluff | @goldfades

livin' the dream | one shot, fluff | @joeybsboo

say it, please | imagine, fluff | @starsinthesky5

it started with a pair of headphones | imagine, fluff, suggestive | @v6quewrlds

[silversainz]

Hiii 24 with Joe burrow pls

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

Joe was furious.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[jubesy]

Could I get no.40 for matcha blossom 😅 if it’s not to much Trouble I don’t want you to over work yourself

Aww, thank you, anon! Yes, I’m trying my best to take breaks so I don’t burn out, haha. And this one is so cute!

You’ve got it, anon! Thanks for the ask~

Matcha Blossom #40 “I could hold you forever.”

Also available on Ao3.

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The calibration had been off. That was it. A simple error. Frustrating. But not the end of the world.

Cherry sighed and stared up at the night sky above, his back flat on the dirt. He winced slightly as he turned toward his board, which had landed a few steps away. “Carla,” he began.

‘Yes, Master?’ 

“Make the necessary adjustments.” 

‘Yes, Master.’ 

“Kaoru!” Joe’s voice sounded high and panicked as he approached, audible even over the rumbling of his bike’s engine and the crunch of the gravel beneath its tires. Joe skidded to a halt and dismounted, falling to his knees at Cherry’s side. “Shit, Kaoru! Are you all right?” 

Cherry took a deep breath and nodded. “I’m fine.” 

Joe looked him over, large hands surprisingly gentle as he searched for any injuries. “Are you hurt anywhere?” he asked, a bit calmer now. 

“Just my pride,” Cherry answered, shifting his gaze over toward his childhood friend as he sat up. “Carla needs a bit more work before she’s perfect, I think.” 

Joe simply stared at him before letting his shoulders drop, a shaky breath escaping his lips. “You asshole,” he said and then pulled Cherry into a tight hug. “Don’t scare me like that.” 

Cherry blinked and tried to force his way out of Joe’s tight embrace. “Have a little more faith in me,” he wheezed. “I’m not so fragile.” 

“You fell off a cliff,” Joe replied flatly, though when he pulled back, his face still showed concern.

Cherry couldn’t help it. He reached up and softly pat Joe’s cheek. “What kind of skater would I be if I couldn’t handle taking a tumble from time to time?” He wet his lips, trying to ignore the heat rising in his cheeks. “But I’m sorry for worrying you, I suppose.” 

“You suppose,” Joe echoed with a snort. “All right, let’s get you back home so you can fix your robot girlfriend.” Before Cherry could object, Joe had scooped him up into his arms. “You can ride with me.” 

Cherry wriggled in his hold. “Kojiro, put me down!” 

“Nope,” Joe replied. “Actually, do you think you’ll be able to sit on my bike?” he asked. “Did you fall on your butt?” He hummed. “That could be pretty uncomfortable.” 

As if it wasn’t embarrassing enough to be held in Joe’s arms, he didn’t need the other to be going on about -- the rapidly forming bruise on -- his backside. 

“Maybe I should just carry you all the way home,” Joe suggested.

Cherry scoffed. “As if you could.” He rolled his eyes. “Put me down.”

But Joe shook his head. “You barely weigh a thing,” he supplied as if giving an explanation. “I could hold you forever.”

Again, Cherry’s face flushed, his ears burning. “Ugh, just shut up and put me on the damn bike.”

Joe laughed and Cherry spent the entire ride with his face pressed up against the other’s broad back.

They were drinking after hours. Joe had brought out the good wine. Cherry’s favorite. It had been a very busy week and it felt good to just...relax.

“Hey,” Joe said suddenly, his cheeks rosy. “Remember that time you totally ate it on that corner?” His eyes were shining. “Before you had Carla all…” He gestured vaguely with his hand. “Perfected or whatever.” 

Yes. Cherry did remember. “I didn’t ‘totally eat it’,” Cherry mimicked, his face growing warmer. “It was a simple miscalculation. And that was years ago.” He took another sip from his glass. “Besides, you’ve ‘eaten it,’” he used his term, “Far more often than I have.”

Joe narrowed his eyes, but he was still smiling. “Maybe so.” He lifted his glass to his lips, but missed his mouth. “Oops.” He wiped his chin with the back of his hand, the animal. “Guess that’s enough for me.” 

“Hmm…” Cherry hummed in agreement. 

“Wanna go upstairs?” Joe was suddenly right beside him, his lips brushing against Cherry’s ear as he spoke.

Cherry didn’t answer, his heart hammering in his chest at their sudden close proximity. Blame it on the wine. Instead, he posed a question of his own. “What made you think of that all of a sudden?” he asked and when Joe cocked his head to the side in confusion, he clarified, “Me ‘eating it,’ as you so eloquently put it.”

“Oh.” Joe scratched his cheek and gave a sheepish little grin. “I was just thinking, I could probably still carry you now.” He lowered his hand. “Actually, it’ll probably be a lot easier, since I’m much stronger than back then.”

Cherry gave that some thought. It was probably unwise to let a tipsy Joe carry him up the stairs. But Cherry had downed a few more glasses than Joe had and he wasn’t sure his legs could carry him. And it was only seventeen steps. And Joe was strong…

Without his permission, Cherry’s gaze lowered to Joe’s chest, barely concealed by the button-up shirt. Were those buttons for show? Did he not know how to close them all properly? 

“Kaoru?” Joe’s voice broke Cherry from his thoughts. “I can’t let you drive home.” 

Again Cherry hummed and then bobbed his head. “I bet you can’t,” he challenged.

“Bet I can’t…? Let you drive?” Joe furrowed his brow.

“Carry me,” Cherry corrected, his head fuzzy and warm. How many glasses had he…? Or maybe it was just having Joe so damn close. “I bet you can’t carry me. I’ve gained several kilos since then.”

At that, Joe grinned, his eyes flashing. “Oh yeah?” he asked, sneaking an arm under Cherry’s knees and using the other to support his back. “So have I.” He lifted him up like he weighed nothing. “See?” he teased. “Light as a feather.”

The flush on Cherry’s face spread down his neck to his chest and he burrowed into Joe’s shoulder to hide it. “Let’s just go upstairs,” he mumbled against the fabric of Joe’s shirt, warmed by his skin. “Before you drop me.”

Joe chuckled, the sound reverberating in his chest. “Please, Kaoru.” His voice softened. “I could hold you forever.”

And Cherry couldn’t ignore the way his pulse jumped at that. Stupid gorilla.

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[scudevils]

STARTING GRID- masterlist

* marks smut & suggestive

♡ marks drabbles & blurbs (<1k words)

❀ marks no longer writing for

MAX VERSTAPPEN

(MV1)

— prancing bulls

— blissful ignorance

— little white lie*

— play with fire*

ficmas 2024

— santa’s grotto

LANDO NORRIS

(LN4)

— champagne coast*

SEBASTIAN VETTEL

(SV5)

— till the sun comes up*

CHARLES LECLERC

(CL16)

— when it rains it pours

— shoulder to lean on

— perfect*

— butterflies*

— burning

— vienna*

ficmas 2024

— last christmas

CARLOS SAINZ

(CS55)

— prancing bulls

— twisted*

OSCAR PIASTRI

(OP81)

— burning love

— land down under

OLLIE BEARMAN

(OB8)

nothing here yet!

JACK DOOHAN

(JD14)

nothing here yet!

LEVI COLWILL

(LC26)

— cooking with the colwills ♡

JOHN MARINO

(JM6)

— jersey boy* ♡

NICO HISCHIER

(NH13)

— brown eyed boy* ♡

— that damn chain* ♡

— late night devil*

halloween with the hischiers

— monster mash ♡

— thriller ♡

MAT BARZAL

(MB13)

LUKE HUGHES

(LH43)

— poison ivy*

QUINN HUGHES

(QH43)

— trouble*

— thick thighs save lives*

ficmas 2024

— it’s beginning to look a lot like christmas

JACK HUGHES

(JH86)

nothing here yet!

SIDNEY CROSBY

(SC87)

nothing here yet!

JOE BURROW

(JB9)

— summer nights*

ficmas 2024

— baby, it’s cold outside*

[joey-burrow]

Masterlist

Players I Write For

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NFL:

Joe Burrow

Jealous

Knee Surgery

First Loss As A Rookie

Cooking For Him For The First Time

How You Meet

Recovery

The Best Dad ꨄ

Pregnancy ꨄ

Sam Hubbard

Marry me

Thinking of you *

Joey Bosa

Jealousy *

Honeymoon *

Nick Bosa

Super Bowl

Chase Young

Marry Me? ꨄ

Before the Game * ꨄ

Face Riding * ꨄ

Foster Moreau

Locker Room *

Justin Herbert

Pleasure *

Christmas Day

Justin Fields

Pregame Shenanigans *

Marry Me? ꨄ

Friends to Lovers ꨄ

Baby Daddy ꨄ

Comforting Him After The Game * ꨄ

Virgin *

Sugar Bowl

MLB:

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Lovin’ On You

Bad Game *

Baby Judge ꨄ

Giancarlo Stanton

Gio Urshela

Friends to Lovers

Cody Bellinger

Beard Burn * ꨄ

Tyler Wade

[goldfades]

⋆˚✿˖° 𐙚 ₊ ⊹ ♡ ᥫ᭡ TWELVE DAYS OF CHRISTMAS!

STARTING DECEMBER 13, 2024 TIL DECEMBER 25TH !!

⎯ hello, everyone! welcome to my celly! in celebration of christmas, i'll be doing a 12 days of christmas blurb fest featuring some of my favorite fandoms! each day will bring a festive theme, cozy vibes, and a touch of romance.

⎯ i will also be doing an ask segment, where you'll be able to send me an emoji, an idea (from my list, or your own) + a prompt!

AND the holidays approach, it’s important to remember those who are facing hardships, such as the people of palestine. in times of crisis, solidarity matters more than ever. you can support palestinian communities by donating to reputable organizations providing aid, such as food, medical supplies, and shelter.

amplifying their voices on social media, supporting palestinian-owned businesses, and educating others about the situation can make a big impact. every action, big or small, helps create a ripple effect of hope. let’s spread compassion and stand together for justice, especially during this season of giving!

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prompt lists you can choose from! happy little holiday scenarios for your otp , a collection of various settings for drabbles or prompts, or both! , christmas prompts

⋆˚✿˖° 𐙚 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁 𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐓 ; 12 blurbs for the 12 days of christmas!

12/13/24 ➜ DAY ONE ft. matt rempe | SLIPPING INTO YOU Matt drags you to the local ice rink. Matt is a natural skater, while you can barely stand without falling. Cue laughter, clumsy hand-holding, and lingering touches as they help each other stay upright (though, that doesn't do much)

12/14/24 ➜ DAY TWO ft. rafe cameron | UNDER THE MISTLETOE At a posh Tannyhill Christmas party, you get caught under the mistletoe with none other than Rafe Cameron. Friends egg you on, but what starts as a joking kiss turns into something much deeper.

12/15/24 ➜ DAY THREE ft. jack hughes | CLASSIC ONE-BED TROPE A planned weekend getaway turns into an extended stay when a blizzard traps you and their your long-time crush, Jack in a cozy cabin. With only one bed and a fireplace for warmth, your unspoken feelings finally come to light.

12/16/24 ➜ DAY FOUR ft. quinn hughes | TANGLED UP IN YOU You and Quinn team up for a late-night gift-wrapping session. Between ripped paper, forgotten tape, and silly arguments about the “right” way to wrap, your laughter turns into a moment of quiet intimacy.

12/17/24 ➜ DAY FIVE ft. paige bueckers | HOME FOR CHRISTMAS You join Paige in Minnesota for her family’s Christmas celebration. From sledding on frozen lakes to drinking her favorite hot cocoa, you see the side of Paige that only comes out at home, and it feels like she’s letting you into her world

12/18/24 ➜ DAY SIX ft. jude bellingham | SANTA'S FAVORITE FORWARD After his last game before the holiday break, Jude finds you in the stands wearing his jersey and a Santa hat. He runs to you and lifts you into a hug, promising he’s all yours for Christmas. Insisting on cooking Christmas dinner for you (despite his lack of experience), the kitchen turns into chaos, but his determination to impress you makes it the best meal you’ve ever had.

12/19/24 ➜ DAY SEVEN ft. luke hughes | CHRISTMAS TREE FARM You and Luke visit a Christmas tree farm to pick out the perfect tree. Between wandering through rows of evergreens and Luke lifting you to reach the top branch, your chemistry becomes undeniable.

12/20/24 ➜ DAY EIGHT ft. jack hughes | SWEET LIKE YOU You and your boyfriend, Jack have a cookie-decorating contest against his friends and their partners. The guys get way too competitive, but your boyfriend insists your messy cookies are “art.”

12/21/24 ➜ DAY NINE ft. joe burrow | WHERE THE HEART IS The reader invites Joe to their hometown for Christmas. Amid festive parades, ice skating, and meeting the family, sparks fly, and the love interest realizes what “home” truly means.

12/22/24 ➜ DAY TEN ft. nico hischier | HOME ICE ADVANTAGE During a Christmas trip to Nico's hometown, his family challenges you to a backyard hockey game. He’s torn between showing off his skills and helping you win against his competitive siblings.

12/23/24 ➜ DAY ELEVEN ft. auston matthews | UNDER THE CHRISTMAS LIGHTS Auston hides an engagement ring in an ornament, and while you’re decorating the tree, he gets down on one knee.

12/24/24 ➜ DAY TWELVE ft. paige bueckers | BEST SECRET OF ALL Paige loves outdoing everyone, and when it’s time for the team’s Secret Santa exchange, her overly thoughtful gift for you makes it clear she’s paying extra attention. You scramble to figure out how to match her energy.

★ merry christmas to my babies!!! i hope everyone enjoys, and cheers to a new year, and many more together 🫶🏼

© goldfades 2023

all materials posted are MINE!!!, i do not give permission for my writing to be posted on ANY other website without my consent. i will report your ass.

[bohrapbois]

The Mazzellos

A collab between me and @heybuddy-drabbles​

Joe was a simple guy. He just wanted to get his degree, have a good job and settle down with a dog and maybe some kids. But when your family is the biggest Mafia Family in New York, it ain't that easy. So when he falls head over heels for a certain blond, he drags him in to a massive mess with only one form of escape. Death.

Read on AO3 

CHAPTER 1 PREVIEW

Joe walked through campus with his bag pulled up high on his back, thrown over one shoulder as the ratty material kept one section of his back warm. It was the middle of butt-fuck winter, snow and ice were everywhere, and Joe had to keep his attention sharp as not to slip over.

It was first week back after the Christmas holidays, and he was happy to be back to normality. With the scarf his sister got him wrapped tightly, pulled up over his nose to protect his skin from the winter winds, he dodged other students as they slid around the badly gritted pathways. There were small spaces here and there which were safe to stand on, but other students stood on them and watched everyone else suffer. Joe walked past one of these spots and glared at the people standing there, gaining eye contact with one of the girls. She smirked when he lost his stepping, and actually burst out laughing when he had to steady himself on a bench. He hated New Yorkers, although he was one as well.

But he had to go through, needed to meet his tutor for one of his assignments because frankly, Joe had no idea what he was being asked to do. And although he should’ve really started this assignment awhile back, he had been otherwise occupied, so with a week and a bit left, he thought he still had enough time to pull something semi-decent out his ass. So, hands burrowed deep in pockets looking for a shred of warmth, Joe ducked his head and continued on. And it wasn’t long until he came through the double automatic doors to the building that holds his tutors office. Knocking off the snow from his boots by the entrance as he pulled down his scarf, Joe started his way towards the lifts, but noticed the ‘out of order’ sign taped to the front. He actually groaned out loud, stomping his feet in some childish tantrum before turning to his right and making his way up five flights of stairs.

At the top, he had to pause, hands on knees as he regained control of his lungs. He waves of the concerned looks of his peers, forcing a reassuring smile to the ones coming close before he manages to get the right amount of oxygen back in his body and set off down the familiar corridors, turning this way and that way before finding the one he found. Knocking three times, Joe opened the door. He knew Mr.Lee pretty well, would class them as friends really, so knew his office hours and doubted that anyone else would be in here. But what was shocking was the fact that Mr.Lee wasn’t alone. Leaning back in one of the chairs was the most gorgeous guy Joe had ever seen, and he was only able to really see the guys profile.

[gwil-lee]

roses are red, violets are blue, I may bleed out, but I still love you

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Reader

Words: 3.2k

AN: Look, this was supposed to be just a little sweet, funny drabble for Valentine’s Day, but yeah, apparently it’s a one-shot now. I regret nothing. Comments are appreciated <3

Warnings: swearing, slightly implied smut

Joe was acting… well, weird. Or rather weirder than usual. You were not sure what was happening. He made you your favourite breakfast, he even had managed to get fresh raspberries and blueberries to go with the pancakes, and he brewed your favourite tea. And this time he even had left the bag in for as long as the instructions on the box required, which was the first time, since he usually got distracted when making tea and the drink turned bitter. The whole morning, Joe was fussing about everything you did. He asked you several times how well you had slept, and whether you had had a nice dream or not. He asked you about your plans for the day, when you were going to come back from work and whether you were going to do anything specific tonight. Your answers were wary, still not sure where he was going with the inquiries. You had slept well, and you were pretty sure that you had dreamed of something but couldn’t for the love of God remember what it had been about. You should be back around five p.m., and no, there were no plans for tonight. He just nodded his head, muttered a quick, “good, good,” and asked another question. You were usually enjoying his attention but the sudden preoccupation with your person seemed too much.

He also kept touching you, but the touches were very innocent – a little caress on your hand, a gentle brush of his fingers on your hip, a little pat on your shoulder – although that one was a bit awkward. It happened when you reached to the top shelf in your kitchen to grab a lunchbox just as Joe pulled out two cups, and he bumped into you. He pulled you to his side to stop your movement, since he’d thrown you off balance. He looked down at your lips but let go of you immediately. You stared at him for a moment, a bit dumbfounded by his odd behaviour, but he just smiled and patted your shoulder. Patted your shoulder? What the hell! Why? You gaped at him some more and he left you standing there with your mouth open, moving to the kitchen bar with his tea. Eventually, you sat down next to him. Why was he like this? Even when your napkin fell down on the floor, he rushed to pick it up for you as if you were not perfectly capable of doing that yourself.

When you finished the meal, packed your things up and said your goodbyes, you went to kiss him on the lips, but he turned his head at the last moment, and your lips pecked his cheek instead. “See you in the afternoon,” he said, ushering you out, and the door closed behind you. You started walking but soon stopped in your tracks to gather your thoughts. He had been sending you mixed signals the whole time, and it had left you utterly confused. One the one hand, he had been very attentive, with the breakfast and the seemingly accidental touches, but on the other hand, he had not kissed you. Why, though? Had you done or said something wrong? Had he done or said something wrong?

You turned back on your heel, wanting to stride right back in and ask him what the hell was happening, but then decided against it. It was Joe. Sometimes, his actions just lacked any reasonable explanation. Who knew what was happening in the head of his. But to be honest, that was one of the reasons why you had fallen in love with him in the first place. He kept surprising you, sometimes doing the craziest things that no one would have thought of. But usually, it brought you amusement and not confusion as it had that morning. You were running late to work anyway, no need to infuriate your boss some more. You raced down the stairs of the apartment block, outside into the morning winter cold. Wrapping yourself up in your coat, you resolved to talk with Joe in the afternoon. Puffs of air leaving your lips, you burrowed further into your scarf and caught a taxi.

With your nose in your phone, trying to deal with work emails, you entered the office. As soon as you opened the door, you noticed that the chatter of your co-workers was much louder than usual, and you raised your eyes from the screen of your phone. You were surprised by the avalanche of pink and red paper hearts and balloons, your colleagues milling around the office as if there was no work to be done, and you thought it might be “Love Is All Around Me” coming from the radio.

“Happy Valentine’s Day!” your friend and colleague Tina rushed to you and gave you a hug and a peck on your cheek.

“Hi,” you said and absentmindedly rose on your tiptoes to return the embrace, not paying much attention to her words. “What’s going on?” you asked a bit stupidly, considering the decoration.

“Halloween, can’t you tell?” she mocked you and burst into laughter. “Are you deaf? It’s Valentine’s Day!”

Wait, what? When had that happened? Wasn’t Christmas just a few weeks ago? You had never paid way too much attention to this pseudo-holiday, anyway. Just an ordinary day in the calendar that only reminded single people that they were alone. No, thank you. And you shared this attitude with Joe, since a few women had broken his heart already and he loathed this day just as much as you did. When you had started dating you agreed that you both were not the kind of people who celebrate Valentine’s Day. No gifts, no special acts of affection, only an evening and night spent in each other’s company just like any other day. Wait, had he been acting so weirdly because of Valentine’s Day? The breakfast would suggest so, but why hadn’t he said something? And anyway, you were not supposed to celebrate anything, you had agreed on it! Had something changed? Not that you would complain about the breakfast, not at all, it was delicious and sweet from Joe. Just right now, you were not sure whether you were supposed to do something as well.

The morning in the office was quite uneventful, since nobody seemed to do their work, although your boss strode into the open-plan office a few times, glared at all the workers sharply and returned to her personal office. After that, the chatter turned into a murmur of hushed voices, but a few minutes later, everyone forgot about that silent reprimand and kept talking about the dates and the presents they had bought for their loved ones. People chatted, your friend called your name a few times to show you a funny picture that she had found online, since she sensed your pensive mood and tried to cheer you up. You returned the favour every time the work became extremely dull and you needed a break. But today, you were not enjoying these little moments with your best friend as much as usual. You kept thinking about Joe and his plans for the evening. Maybe you could pop into Forbidden Planet and buy him a sweatshirt (and probably one for yourself as well while you were at it).

When it was time for a lunch break you dived into your bag and scrabbled around, but no lunchbox was there. Shoot. You must have left it at home, probably when the weird incident at the kitchen counter happened. God, why had he patted your shoulder? And you were looking forward to the pasta that you had made the day before. Crap, now your mood was even worse. Although… maybe you could dash back home, your flat was not that far, eat the lunch and talk to Joe. There was no need to fret over everything till five, when you could deal with it now. It was not as if something big would happen here anyway.

You gathered your things and knocked on Tina’s desk. “If someone was looking for me, just tell them I have something I need to take care of and will be back any moment. And call me, so I can rush back here, okay?” you said and blew an air kiss in her direction. “See you, sweetie!” You ran to the door, quickly called “Happy Valentine’s Day” over your shoulder and disappeared in the lift.

On your way home, you pondered the things you wanted to say to Joe. The last year and a half had been the happiest time of your life and you were immensely grateful that you could spend it with him by your side. You shared all the ups and downs, always supporting each other and providing a shoulder to cry on if needed. And if he had decided that it was not a bad idea to celebrate your love on this very arbitrary day, you would actually have nothing against it. You wanted to make clear that you were not prepared for any grand gestures though, maybe a nice dinner out, or you could go to the cinema, but nothing posh and expensive. You also intended to pester him for behaving so oddly in the morning and playing Mr. Mysterious Guy when he could come clean and just tell you what was happening.

Rummaging in your bag for keys, you let out a tiny squeal of victory when your fingers touched the cold metal. You opened the door and immediately gasped and stopped in your tracks, not believing your eyes.

The floor of the hallway was covered in dark red rose petals. They were everywhere, just gently lying there, a few of them rising above the floor due to a little whiff of air caused by your opening the door. The petal trail disappeared behind the corner where the hallway turned left to your bedroom. You followed the trail, your eyes filling with tears. You were touched and couldn’t help yourself. But when you turned the corner, the trail stopped in the middle of the hallway, and at its very end there was a bouquet of roses unceremoniously dumped on the floor. That was when you heard the string of profanities coming from the bathroom. “Shit, fuck, fuck, oh, for God’s sake, fuck,” with the last vowel much longer than the preceding ones.

You dashed to the bathroom and flung the door open, frightened that something awful had happened. Joe, still in his pyjamas, was sitting at the edge of the bath, his legs slung over and one of his foot held in his hands as he inspected it closely, curse words leaving his lips. “Joe?” you breathed out, “Are you alright?” You crossed the room in an instant and kneeled right next to him, attempting to get a glimpse of what he was intently looking at.

“No, I’m not. I’m an idiot and now I’m going to die,” he deadpanned and shook his head. “Why such things happen to the best of us?”

“What is it, what happened?” Your voice was getting higher and more urgent, as you were still freaking out a bit.

“I dropped one of the roses and I fucking stepped on it and now I’m bleeding!” he exclaimed and tossed his arms around himself as if asking the world for another blow.

You could finally see his foot and started laughing. There was a small wound on the sole of his foot with a few droplets of blood around it, but that was all.      

“This is not funny, I’ve lost great amounts of blood and now I may die!!” he screamed dramatically which only resulted in another burst of laughter on your side. You could tell he wasn’t serious as the corners of his lips betrayed him, slowly turning up. “Stop it!” he said, the smile in his voice evident now as he watched you clutch your stomach, still shaking with laughter. “You know, as my girlfriend, you could show a bit of sympathy for your old man.”

“Ohhh,” you cooed and raised your hand to play with his hair. “Sorry, babe. Should I take care of you and treat your deadly wound?”

Joe paid no attention to your mocking and answered with a smile, “Yes, please, that would be lovely.”

You just chuckled and shook your head and moved to the mirror cabinet, opening it in a search of a plaster. You moved a few bottles of pills, but eventually found what you were looking for. What captured your eyes though was something different and you smiled mischievously. You grabbed the can and returned to Joe.

“I must clean it first,” you said with all the seriousness you could gather when a flash of horror crossed Joe’s eyes.

“It’s not that bad,” he said and instinctively moved farther away from the disinfectant in your hand.

Although it was fun to ‘torture’ him like that, you knew that it actually should be done, all jokes aside. “Come on, Joe, we don’t know what kind of chemicals the roses could have been sprayed with.”

He nodded his head in defeat, straightened his back, allowing you to get to his foot, and scrunched up his face in preparation of what was to come. You gently grasped his foot and pointed the spray can in the right direction. Joe screamed and you jumped, almost dropping the disinfectant down on his foot. “Damn it, Joe, I haven’t started yet!”

“Sorry, sorry! Just a reflex. I’ll be good, I promise,” he said sincerely and squeezed his eyes shut.

You gave him one last look, which was a mixture of disbelief and amusement, and pressed down the pump. You could see him jerk a bit while biting down on his bottom lip.

“All good,” you announced after a little while as you cleaned the wound, put a plaster on it and gently ran your fingers over it to get rid of some unwanted wrinkles, making sure that the plaster would not come unstuck and fall down.

“Will you kiss it better?” He made puppy eyes and hopefully looked at you.

“I’m not kissing your foot, Mazzello!” you exclaimed, and he pouted. Instead, you pulled his head to you and placed a small kiss on the tip of his nose. “Better?”

“In a minute,” he answered and pressed his lips to yours, kissing you until you were both breathless. He then rested his forehead against yours and took a deep breath. “Happy Valentine’s Day?”

“About that,” you warily started. “Are you going to tell me what had gotten into you? I mean, I appreciate it – the breakfast and flowers, but I thought we didn’t celebrate Valentine’s Day.”

He clicked his tongue and put his legs over the bath to stand up. “Yeah, I thought so, too. But I don’t know, I was thinking about it all the time, and well, I just wanted to make you happy, I guess, ‘cause celebrating Valentine’s Day? With you, it just feels right, you know?”

You were silent for a while, taking it all in. “But why keeping it a secret and not telling me something? And you were being so weird in the morning.” You remembered the awkwardness and had to ask. “Love, you patted my shoulder. Why did you pat my shoulder?”

“You noticed, huh?” Joe sheepishly smiled at you and headed to your bedroom. As he put his whole weight on the injured foot, he let out a quiet “fuck.” You followed him, watching him hobble cautiously around the flowers that were still lying on the hallway floor. “You know, I had this plan,” he finally said and sat down on the bed while you leaned against the doorframe. “A lovely meal, good company – that would be me,” he pointed at himself with his thumbs, “then letting you go to work and prepare everything. Flowers, rom-coms for the evening, your favourite food – which reminds I still haven’t called the restaurant, remind me to do it, please – romantic music, I even bought you Funko Pop Princess Leia! And yeah, I also bought Han for me, but that’s not important.” You let him ramble on, a small smile gradually spreading across your face. “I wanted to be attentive, but also a gentleman. But all I could think of was you and how I would like to show you how much I love you right there, probably on that kitchen counter, even though I still didn’t know where to buy all the things and not much time was left. If I kissed you, I would totally lose it. So yeah, I patted your shoulder. Trust me, even I was surprised,” he huffed and tried to carefully lie down. “I couldn’t concentrate! And you weren’t helping either, you know,” he added matter-of-factly.

“Oh, I wasn’t?” You raised your eyebrow and smirked.

“Nope, you little minx,” he gave you a cheeky smile. “Parading around in that bathrobe of yours. Do you realise that it’s sinfully short? How am I supposed to concentrate on anything?!” You pulled yourself up from the doorframe and moved to close the distance between you. The bed dipped a bit as you sat down right next to him and pushed his hair from his face. He smiled at you, but suddenly gave you a look of confusion.

“Wait, aren’t you supposed to be at work? What are you even doing here, young lady?”

You laughed at his attempt to mimic your mother and explained the whole situation happening in work and the fact that you had forgotten your lunch. “And don’t try to change the subject, I can see right through you!” you grinned at him. You tried to lighten up the mood, but you knew there was something you needed to say.

“Thank you, Joe, for all of this. I know it probably didn’t go the way you had planned, but I appreciate it, I truly do. And,” you took a deep breath and closed your eyes, “I can’t imagine my life without you.” You waited for his answer, but he was silent. You opened your eyes and saw that his eyes were a bit glossier than usual. He raised your hand to his lips and placed a most delicate kiss on the back of your hand.

You cleared your throat. “I still have some time before I need to head back to work. If they need me, they’ll give me a call. You hungry?” you asked, already standing up, when Joe grabbed your wrist.

“Yes, I am. Very,” he said and pulled you to him. His kisses were gentle at first, full of love and affection that he held for you. Soon enough though, he deepened them and dragged you down to fully lie on the bed next to him. He moved on top of you but the moment he did so, he hissed and loudly exclaimed, “Fuck, my foot, damn it.”

He screwed up his face in pain, rolled back on his side and clutched his foot, almost throwing you down of the bed in the process.

“Stop, stop, honey,” you said and made him let go of his foot, calming him down by placing your hand on his chest, feeling his heart beating. “Let me take care of you,” you whispered and gently pushed him to lie on his back as you leaned over him.

“God, I love you so much.” He caressed your cheeks and kissed you slowly.

“I love you, too, Joe,” you said when you stopped to take a breath and you wholeheartedly smiled. "Happy Valentine’s Day.”

[goldfades]

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ANGST

RANDOM DRABBLES

LOVE LANGUAGE MOMENT

ROM COM MEET CUTE DRABBLE

TIMESTAMP SCENARIOS

MOST TOXIC TRAITS

THE SPACE BETWEEN ☆ DEVIN BOOKER

BABY SUNSCREEN & OTHER THINGS WE'RE BAD AT ☆ LUKA DONCIC

IN THE QUIET ☆ PAIGE BUECKERS

LOCKED IN ☆ JUJU WATKINS

LOVE IN THE ORDINARY ☆ JOE BURROW