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joe9cool · 1 year

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Collide- Justin Herbert- 31

A/N This all fanfiction, I do not know anyone on The Chargers or associated with them, Enjoy

Erika looked over at Sara, mouth opened as she too couldn't believe he would call her. Sara shrugged.

"Really? Hello Harry? That's all you have to say to me? You know Stevie is my good friend, I introduced you two! We both have moon necklaces!" It was a special piece that Stevie gave to close friends only. When she and Harry were together they spent Christmas with Stevie in London where she was gifted with the emerald necklace. It was only fitting that the 'green goddess' (Stevies nickname for her) got the emeralds one. To say she was touched was an understatement. She tried to wear it as much as possible.

"Harry, I was going to tell you. You know I'm still working on it? I have to get sponsors, find a venue. It's not easy." The first part was a lie. She wasn't really going to say anything, but now that she thought about it, the backlash she would get from his fans would be horrendous and Heidi would advise her to invite him so it didn't look bad on her part.

"Well I'm still hurt. You know I have tons of connections. Imagine my surprise when I get on the phone with Stevie and she asks me about it." It was like the flashback phone call from her mom.

"Look Harry, I have a lot on my plate. I'm not even back in Los Angeles til a couple more weeks."

"Well then! Let's get lunch!" Sara was confused. "Aren't you still on tour?"

"I have a little break." There was a pause. "I'm available March 6th."

Sara pulled up her calendar. Truth be told she was scheduled to be back in Los Angeles March 1st. Since she had been working around the clock to distract herself it paid off, and she was able to go home earlier. Heidi and Alex tried to fill her schedule with some other events but she shut it down. She wanted a nice long break before Filming for the show started up again in May. "That works for me"

"Excellent! I'll come by you." Her eyes widened. "Oh no Harry, why don't we meet at this restaurant I know. They have great Italian!" She really didn't want him to come over. Harry laughed. "It will be much better if we meet privately. You don't want rumors to start if people see us in public." True. But she really didn't want him over. "I guess." She muttered

He hung up after that. Saying that Mitch and Sara were calling him. She told him to tell the couple hi and that she missed him. It was true, they were always lovely people to her. She missed them, and she probably shouldn't have stopped talking to them when they broke up.

She filled Erika in on the lunch date. Erika kept grilling her about what they were going to talk about. "I don't know, probably just the event and planning. He does have more connections than I do. So that will be helpful."

"What If he wants to get back together?" Erika looked at her. Sara laughed. "That ship has totally sailed. I have no romantic feelings towards him.".

"Why are you so nervous?" Sara rolled her eyes. "Because it's just awkward. You know we didn't end on the best of terms. It's been years since we've been alone in a face to face situation. I mean there's no escaping."

Erika shrugged. "True, but he's not there to talk about that. Keep the conversation towards what he's here for."

Sara nodded. "I can do that." —------------------------------------------------------------------------

"Dude you're a fucking idiot." Justin looked over at Bosa in confusion. "Excuse me?"

"You really think Sara leaked your information?"

"I don't want to talk about it." He muttered. Justin thought he was able to successfully avoid the relationship talk the whole two weeks. It was their last night before they headed back to their hometown. Justin's flight to Oregon was in the morning. His buddies knew he was checked out since the night he walked out on the nameless girl attempting to dance with him. They knew their friend well enough to know why he was being the way he was.

"Come on Joey, it was a selfie she took on her phone."

"It could have been leaked. Celebrities get their personal shit exposed all the time. It happens with their nudes and sex tapes all the time without their consent."

"That article, it went into personal detail, it knew stuff about me and her that she supposedly didn't share with anyone. I mean don't you think it's weird? Like all of the sudden this show comes up and the article drops with all these photos."

Joey rolled his eyes. "You know what I think?"

Justin scoffed. "I don't give a fuck."

"Too bad you're gonna fucking hear it. I think you were scared because you are so in love with her so this was a pussy bitch move to have an excuse to dump her. Because you're scared."

"You don't know what the fuck you're talking about!" He raised his voice, catching the attention of the other guys as they came out of their rooms

Joey stood up. "I know more than you, I know that when I came over the first time for your BBQ you left her in the dust and treated her like shit. I know that when she was talking to me I cared about her interests and wanted to know everything about her. I know how excited she was that someone cared enough to pay attention to her." Justin got up. "Well I know you were trying to flirt with her while she was in my bed!"

Joey's jaw clenched. "And I know you don't fucking deserve her! She's a good friend of mine and I will always see her that way. But if I had known then what I knew now I would have shown her what a real relationship was, not allowing her to fall for a piece of shit pussy like you Herbert!"

They were face to face, noses touching. The other guys were moving in, worried that it was going to lead into a physical fight.

"You don't know shit about me Bosa. You don't know about our relationship so back the fuck off!" Justin brushed against him as he went to walk away. But Joey, having a temper, decided to take one more jab. "You won't acknowledge the truth, that you're a two timing scumbag who could string Sara along and have your little blonde on the side." Justin whipped his head around "what?"

Bosa ignored his comment. "Hmm maybe I should call her and set her up with Nick, he is single and I bet he could take her out and satisfy her better than you ev-"

Joey couldn't get another word in, because Justin swung, barely getting his face, enough to stun the older man for a bit. Joey's face turned red, and as he went to charge Justin, Drew and Rashaun grabbed onto him. "Bro! It's not worth it!"

Gabe went to grab Justin but he shrugged his friend off. "I'm moving up my flight." He muttered. He didn't care, he needed to get out of there.

As he got the rest of his things. He was lucky everything was already packed up. Once his uber arrived, he got up and barely said goodbye to his friends. Making a mental note to message Gabe and thank him for everything. He got into his uber and it departed for the airport.

The entire flight his mind pondered on something.

How did Bosa know about certain things? What did he mean by two timing?

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"Look at all of these cute kitties!" Erika squealed as she was playing with a group of kittens through the cage. "I always thought we were going to get a dog, but I'm happy with a cat. Easier to take and take care of."

Sara shrugged. "I still miss Justin, but I really miss Nova. I love that cat, and I feel like I lost a stepchild." She cooed at an orange cat. "I don't know if I want a kitty or an adult cat."

"Adult cat, I feel like adults are easier." Sara nodded and they kept searching. "I kinda want a Bengal like Nova, but you have to go through a breeder."

"What's the big deal with that?" Sara sighed. "I mean, there are so many cats that need a home you know?"

Sara had just gotten back from lunch with Harry. They had been messaging back and forth and she decided to just get the first awkward meeting out of the way. They met at a bistro in downtown LA. It didn't take long for paps to spot them, and watch their every mood. It was even more chaotic when they walked to their cars. It's not like they were hand in hand. It was two friends walking side by side. They caught Sara laughing at one of Harry's lame jokes, and apparently that was enough to claim they were back together. The lunch was nice, they didn't discuss their once romance, rather it was just two friends catching up.

They went their separate ways with a promise that he would come over to discuss the Christine McVie tribute later in the week. She decided to pick up Erika from their house and while searching for a cat, she'd fill her in on lunch.

They were interrupted by a volunteer. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but I heard you were interested in a Bengal cat?" Sara turned and addressed the older lady. "Why yes, it's not important, but I would prefer one."

"Well Miss, today is your lucky day! We just had a one year old male come in a week ago. His previous owner passed away and they didn't have any family members. He's a sweet boy, but he is a mischievous little guy."

Sara was already in love, "Can we see him?" She smiled at Erika, who was excited as well. The older lady gestured to the girls to follow her into the next room. Once the girls approached the cage Sara knew.

Unlike Nova, he was silver, and a little bit bigger. His green eyes stared at the girls, a little unsure as he was towards the back of his cage. "Aww he's scared", Erika commented.

The lady nodded. "We can take him into a room with you guys." She guided them into one of the adopted rooms and they watched and waited as the lady grabbed him. Sara turned to Erika, "is this a sign or something? What are the odds that there is a Bengal cat at a shelter?"

The lady brought the cat in and set him down on the opposite end. Handing the girls some treats. "Let him come to you guys."

Erika was already snapping photos of the silver boy. "Everything he does is soo cute!" Sara smiled in agreement. Eventually the cat came over and ate the treats out of their hands.

They had spent a whole hour getting accustomed to the Bengal. Once he warmed up, he was a cuddly boy. Very affectionate. Sara told the volunteer, "we want him."

They filled out the paperwork but before Sara asked the lady. "Does he have a name? I feel so stupid asking considering we spent a while with him. The volunteer laughed. "We tried to give him a different name, but Bengals are stubborn cats. His name and what he responds to is Eugene."

Sara and Erika gave each other a look. "You gotta be kidding me"

"What's wrong?" Sara shook her head "nothing. His name is Eugene" there was no use in changing it. Like the lady said, and from experience, Bengals are stubborn cats. They took a photo with Eugene for the shelter to advertise it.

After getting him in the car the girls made a stop at a pet store. They went overboard with toys, treats, and a cat condo before they went home and set everything up. It didn't take long for Eugene to come out and explore everything.

"Why do I get the feeling we are never going to go out anymore?" Erika sighed, reminiscing of the party days. Sara sighed and looked at her friend. "We're getting old sis." They both laughed.

There was one thing that had been bugging Sara for the past couple of days. "I don't think Justin cheated on me."

Erika head whipped towards her friend. "Wait, why?"

Sara shrugged. "I mean I don't know. Like the more I thought about it the more it doesn't make sense. Justin didn't like public and attention, so why would he go out with Taylor out of all people? And the posts she showed me was a photo someone took. You couldn't even see her face."

Erika nodded. "But I mean, he was at her place. According to her, they went grocery shopping. I mean you read Tumblr and twitter."

Sara thought long and hard. Everyone she spoke with before said he wasn't a cheater. When she was speaking with Joe and Alisha they were stunned about what Taylor said. Erika interrupted her thoughts. "Sara, he is a scumbag. I don't think Taylor would lie about that."

Sara nodded. She did not want to argue with her friend. But she couldn't help but wonder……

—------------------------------------------------------------------- "Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday dear Justin! Happy Birthday to you!!

Holly set the cake in front of her son the '25' candles on top of the chocolate frosting. Her son wasn't a huge sweet person, but he did love his mother's chocolate cake. This was the first birthday in a while that he was home.

She was surprised when Justin came home with just him. Holly saw the reports that Justin and Sara had split and she hoped it wasn't true. She hadn't had the time since he came to ask about it. His brothers were also in town and didn't ask, but they all knew their breakup was initiated by Justin, they knew him too well.

He had been moping around the past week. Throwing himself into rehab after having shoulder surgery. It wasn't hard to figure out why he was acting the way he was. One night Mitch had shown a picture of Sara walking around LA with Harry. It was everywhere. People couldn't stop talking about it.

"Make a wish!" Mark smiled and Justin rolled his eyes. He blew out the candles and Holly began slicing. There was an awkward silence for a few moments. Until Patrick broke it. "So I texted Sara a picture of the Oregon river."

Justin was silent. So Holly answered her youngest. "Oh?" Patrick nodded as he accepted a piece of cake. "She always wanted to go but couldn't last time. She said it was beautiful and to tell everyone hello." Patrick looked at Justin. "She also apologized for all of the people bothering us."

Justin scoffed and Mark looked over. "Something wrong?" Justin looked down and stabbed the cake. "Nothing."

Mitch, who was normally the one who didn't start conflict. "It's such a shame Sara couldn't join us. I'm sure she would have gone all out for your birthday. Not that you deserve it."

"Mitchell!" Holly remarked. Justin looked up. "Look I don't want to talk about it okay? It needed to be done"

"So you just forget about it? You tell her you love her and now you hate her guts?" Mitch knew deep down Justin masked his hurt with anger and he probably hadn't had time to face his own emotions. "I mean you make excuses for everything. Your whole life is football, and you finally have a chance at happiness and opening yourself up and being vulnerable, and you piss it away."

Justin got up and went outside. "If you're going to lecture me I don't want to hear it. I know what's best for me." He left, and before anyone could say anything, Mark followed him outside.

Justin heard the door to the backyard open. He turned to see his dad. "I don't wanna lecture." He muttered. Mark nodded. "I'm not here for that, I'm here to call you a dumbass." His son's eyes widened in shock, Mark was always a sensitive parent. Taking account of his children's feelings. He had never really had to discipline his sons. They were always good kids. But now that his middle child was older, he needed to get something in his head. "I know you're hurting over Sara."

He knew his son too well. "Dad, you saw first hand the people at the house, calling your relatives, wanting to gossip about the family. Would you want to live the rest of your life that way?"

"Do you wanna live the rest of your life wondering what could have been? I mean look, it blew over. Everyone is respectful here." Justin was silent. "She leaked it."

"Do you have any proof? When have you known her to do something like that? She's not the other girl you were seeing. Look, I understand you want your privacy, but Sara respected that. She bent over backwards for you. You know how many guys could give her the public life she leads? But she wanted you."

Justin hung his head low. "You miss her don't you?" Mark watched as his son put his head in his hands. "Justin, I don't understand why you would think something like that is her fault."

"Dad, she confessed that she looked through my private messages when we first started dating." Mark didn't even flinch. "So?" Justin looked at his dad in shock. "Dad! That's a huge violation of privacy."

"Again did you let her get a chance to explain herself?" He was silent and Mark shook his head. "Justin we all saw how you looked at her when she was here. Hell, your mother and I saw something special in you two when we met her for the first time. Relationships are hard, son. I know you too well. You're selfish, and you probably gave her a reason to doubt you."

His son was choked up. Justin had spent the past month and a half running from the truth. He looked at his dad. "I fucked up."

Justin thought about Sara, her laugh, her smile. He thought about her quirks, how she drove him nuts but in the best way. She challenged him, she loved him even when he didn't deserve it.

He hadn't cleaned his house since Ashley dropped off her stuff. His sheets still smelled of her, the shower still contained some products. Justin couldn't find it in himself to get rid of the things she gave him considering he had no problem departing from other gifts exes gave him in the past.

Justin was full on sobbing now, realizing that he blew it with the love of his life.

Sara Christine Wozniak was the love of his life. He got up. "Dad, I have to go to her."

Mark looked at the time. "Justin it's late, no flight is available. Justin shook his head and rushed inside the house to grab his phone. In a hurried state he went through his contacts and found Sara's number

Hi, you've reached. He hung up. Shit she must have blocked his number. Opening up the internet he typed in the next flight to Los Angeles.

What the fuck? There was nothing available til evening the next day. Fuck fuck fuck. In a rush he threw some clothes in his bag. Mitch and Patrick, as well as Holly, came into the room. "What on earth?"

"I have to drive back to LA." He got up between breaths." Holly furrowed her eyebrows. "Is everything okay?"

"I have to see Sara. I have to tell her how sorry I am." Patrick smiled. "You better stop and buy her a private jet after the shit you did."

"Justin, you are not going anywhere. You know I love Sara and want her back as well but you are too emotional to drive. Sleep on it and come up with a plan. You can leave early tomorrow morning." Holly spoke, being the more rational one. She saw her son had his mind set on this so she tried a different approach. "Tonight, get some sleep, write a draft of what you're going to say to her. An 'I'm sorry" isn't enough." Justin nodded. "I'm leaving first thing tomorrow morning."

He shooed everyone out of his room. They heard a slam and a click behind them. That meant he was in business.

Holly looked at her husband. "What on earth did you say to him?" Mark smiled. "I just helped him see what was in front of him all along."

Patrick was nervous. "Do you think it's going to work? We don't even know what exactly he said. But if he's groveling like this. He fucked up bad."

"At least he won't spend the rest of his life knowing what could have been." Mark sighed. He knew his middle son too well. "Let's hope he can redeem himself."

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"Hi Harry." Sara opened the door to find her ex friend/boyfriend at her front door. Dressed in his casual clothes, but still looking like he just came out of the 70s rolling stone cover he stepped in. They were chatting through text the past couple weeks It was business only, but sometimes it led to talking about his shows, her projects etc. While Sara was unsure of Harry at first, she realized that she did miss his friendship. He looked around her place. "I see nothing has changed." His gaze stopped upon seeing the cat condo. "You got a cat?"

She nodded. "Yes, a couple of days ago, after our lunch. Erika is at the Vet with him." He nodded, then opened his arms for a hug. "Come here Sara.

Rolling her eyes, she obliged and wrapped her arms around him, his usual scent engulfing her nostrils. He hugged her tight. "Have you lost weight? You're so damn skinny! I didnt even notice last time."He pulled back and examined her in her baggy sweats. "Stress?" He knew her too well.

"Well yes, the traveling, planning all of that." She didn't want to mention anything in her personal life, although Harry probably already knew. "I made your favorite Tacos."

He moaned. "You were always too good to me." Sara ignored that uncomfortable comment. She served the food and poured the pineapple mimosa that Harry brought.

As usual they ate and talked. It was comfortable though. Sara laughed as Harry told some more tour stories with Mitch and Sara. He updated her and showed pictures of his band mates kid. It was nice, it was like the old times of when they were friends.

Once they finished lunch they sat on the couch. Having another glass of the mimosa Harry sighed. "You know I was telling Erika last month I missed not being on tour."

Sara nodded. "Oh I bet, you've been on the road forever, and you keep adding more shows." She paused and thought about what he said before. "Wait a minute, you talk to Erika?" She never mentioned keeping in contact with Harry.

He nodded, his eyebrows drawn in confusion. "Yeah we've been in touch."

Wait a minute, the whole time? "That's nice you've been keeping in contact."

"Yeah, she's been keeping me updated on you." Harry set his drink down, but not before taking a massive gulp. "I need this for some courage."

"Courage for what?" Sara was confused. Her head was spinning from what he said about Erika. Then he grabbed her hands. "Oh Harry."

"I miss you. I miss us." She tried to play dumb. "I miss us being friends."

He shook his head. "You know damn well I don't mean being friends. I miss us being a couple, and I've known that you have this guy in your life but Sara he's out of the picture. If he can't keep up with you, then he doesn't deserve you."

She wanted to throw up. "Harry." He got closer to her. "Come on the road with me until you have to film your show"

Before she could say anything else she felt his lips on hers. Quickly she shoved him off. "Harry I can't"

"Look I know I fucked up, but please I will spend everyday making it up to you."

Sara shook her head. "Harry I cant." Tears were streaming down her face. "I don't love you anymore." She wiped at her face. "I love someone else."

Harry was upset. "How? I know why you guys broke up. He doesn't deserve you! He treats you like crap!"

"Oh and you were the best boyfriend ever." She huffed. "I had to sit back and be humiliated every time you stepped out with Olivia."

Harry shook his head. "I said I was sorry, I love you Sara. Forget him, he doesn't love you. He isn't here with you isn't he?" She was silent. He threw his hands up. "He hasn't even met your family!"

She was pissed now. "Fuck you Harry. You didn't know shit about my relationship. Don't come around here acting like I should fall into your arms because of who you are."

Before he could say anything else she yelled. "Get out! I'll do this damn project by myself." Harry's eyes were watering. "Sara Christine, listen to me! I'm sorry, okay? I ruined the best thing that ever happened to me! Harry got up and ran his hands through his hair. "It's always been you Sara! Olivia, all of those other girls never made me feel the way you do! When I saw you at the show at MSG after knowing about that guy, it drove me nuts, and I realized that I don’t want to see you with anyone else. I will do whatever it takes." She saw him reach into his pocket and pull out a box with the 'Harry Winston' engrave in it

Oh god She couldn't breathe. "Harry" She rasped out. Please.

He opened the box,which contained a 5 carat diamond oval ring and held it out in front of her. He got down on one knee. "I'm so serious Sara.You remember when I visited you in Pittsburgh and we sat on the swing on your parents porch?"

She couldn't even speak, she was stunned. He continued. "You said that when you would sit outside at night with your grandfather, and he said any man deserving of you would take off his hat and pull the stars out of the sky and lay them at your feet."

She nodded. He looked at the box containing the ring. "Well I've only caught this one, but Sara Christine Wozniak if you accept, I'll spend the rest of my life chasing down the rest of them for you."

A/N WHEW BABY SARA GOT OPTIONS

#Justin Herbert #Alexa writes collide #NFL imagines

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frozendakeri · 1 year

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I wanna write some Joey Bosa fanfiction. Should I do it on here or Wattpad? AO3? Let's hear it.

#lets talk frozen #frozens thoughts #joey bosa #la chargers #writing is hard #I need a hobby #give some opinions ladies #and gents

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boltupbitches · 4 months

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Sliding in the DMs Part XVI

“Well… looks like we gotta face the music.” Arty mused, watching the scenery pass by on their drive from the airport to Joey’s place in Costa Mesa.

Joey just made a sound of acknowledgment and stayed quiet. His favorite Tame Impala album played lowly in the background as he kept his eyes on the road. His eyebrows were furrowed together, obviously from the stress of their marriage leaking and his family’s negative reaction to the news - mostly his father’s reaction.

Arty was exhausted too. Athena was still troubled with her but respected Arty’s wish to talk in person after the honeymoon. There was still no word yet from her parents. She was sure her mom would reach out at this most inopportune time for Arty. That’s how she rolled.

Being back in the US seemed to only magnify the amount of texts and voicemails Arty got. She kept her phone on silent and didn’t post a thing on social media during their honeymoon. After talking to her grandparents and texting Athena back, she got it out only to take pictures of the beautiful landscapes of Saint Barts, but that’s where it ended.

They tried their best to capitalize on what was left of their honeymoon, spending time lounging in the sun, swimming in the ocean, shopping, going out on a rental boat, collecting seashells, and exploring as much of the beautiful island as they could.

She was exhausted now, however, as she knew there was a shit storm coming their way whether they were ready to face it or not. And that shitstorm was Joey’s family.

Pulling into the driveway of his Costa Mesa home, Joey noticed right away the two rental cars parked in his driveway and immediately let out an aggravated, “fuck!”

Arty didn’t even flinch because she was too busy staring at the vehicles with a blank face.

Looks like it was time to face the storm head-on, then. No prep time at all.

Joey laid his head against the wheel before looking up again. He stared at Arty with tired eyes, his frown lines more pronounced and his brows furrowed in frustration.

Arty forced a smile and reached over to grip his hand on the steering wheel. He turned his hand over to grip hers and lifted it to press a kiss against the top of her hand. “We’re going to be ok,” She reassured gently. “Whatever happens, happen. Just know I’m here for you through it all and no one is going to chase me away from you, Joey. I love you.”

He smiled back at her for her words and leaned in to press a deep kiss to her lips, using his free hand to cup her cheek.

He pulled back and smiled at her once more, nerves still showed in his eyes, but he was also calmer now. “I love you too.”

He turned his eyes back to his house, seeing his brother, Nick, peek through the curtain at them blatantly with unimpressed eyes.

“What’s that fucking idiot staring at?” Joey grumbled as he glared back at his younger brother. “He better not say shit to me given what he’s been sneaking around doing.”

Arty laughed at that, “Well, I’m sure he’s probably here to support you, Joey. That or he upset my sister and he’s here for help. Our situation might be a cover for his romance issues.”

“Of course. Gonna sit back and let me get dog-piled on until he gets a moment alone to ask for relationship help. Like usual.” Joey rolled his eyes and stared at an amused Arty. “He bothered the shit out of me to help him with his ex, Jenna. As if I, a single man at the time, would be able to fix that train accident waiting to happen. Anyway, let’s get in there and get this over with. The sooner this is over, the sooner I can kick them all out and we can get some sleep.”

Arty nodded and exited the car with him.

Nick opened the door and stared at them with disapproving eyes. “Way to run off after getting married and leaving me to get grilled by every-fucking-person you know, Joey!”

“Shut up or get the fuck out, Nicky. I am about to get my ass grilled in there. So either stand aside and shut up, or go back to whatever hotel you have your ass staying at.” Joey said lowly.

Nick glared back. “Well fuck it.. Welcome back I guess.” He held his hand out for a shake and Joey instead pulled him into a hug, smacking his back roughly. Nick laughed at that and hugged him back. “Congrats, bro.”

They let go of one another and backed up. Nick lifted his eyes to his new sister-in-law and smiled. “Congratulations, Arty. Sorry that the last time we spoke it wasn’t on good terms.” He offered her a hug as well.

Arty grinned at him and accepted the hug, mimicking Joey’s action of tapping him hard on the back. “No problem, Nick. Just as I know you’d never want anything to happen to Joey, please know I’m always looking out for my little sister.” She said seriously as they backed up. “I gotta call her later today. How is she?”

Nick slumped slightly, a sad look taking over. “I don’t know she hasn’t spoken to me all week since the news of the wedding broke headlines. She still thinks I knew about this whole thing in advance and she’s hurt about it. Could… could you talk with her and clear this up? Cause goddamn it sucks to be iced out like this.” He rubbed his neck nervously, looking down before looking back up at Arty with a pleading look.

“And there it is,” Joey mused with a smirk as Arty grinned back at her husband. “Nick needs us to clear his name to get back in his lady’s arms.”

“Listen -” Nick started to say in his defense.

“Josephy Anthony Bosa get your ass in here!” His father’s voice boomed from the end of the hallway.

All three stared into the house, seeing a pissed-off John Bosa staring back. “Thanks for the welcome back, dad.” Joey shot him a patronizing smile.

Cheryl appeared in the hallway, a frustrated look on her face. “Can you not be a fucking asshole for two minutes, John? Just two? We are here for an intervention, not a fight.”

“An intervention?” Joey laughed at that. “A fucking intervention?” He ran his hand through his hair. “For what? Falling in love? Being happy? You do interventions for people spiraling, not when they’re doing something positive in their goddamn life!” He spat, already losing his temper from the shit-storm the last few days.

“Positive?” John smirked, “What’s so goddamn fucking positive about marrying the first skank you had a date with in LA?”

Joey moved to charge at him when Nick quickly reached out and wrapped his arms around his brother tightly, holding him back. “Call her that again, call my wife that again! You don’t know fucking shit about her or even me these days! We’ve been together for almost a year. Tell me, how long after dating mom did you knock her up with me without marrying her until I was 6, dad? Huh?”

“Don’t bring up shit you don’t understand Joey.” His dad dismissed. “Your mom and I both had money. Who is to say that she isn’t with you for the money?”

“Well maybe if you were more present in my life outside of football you would have met her already and learned that her parents are billionaires!” Joey argued back.

His parents stared at him in shock, taking a moment to glance at a nervous Arty who was standing back and out of the way.

“Doesn’t change anything.” John broke out of his thoughts first. “You wanna run off and play house, not focus on your game, ice your family out, and even your friends. How can you be so goddamn selfish all the time? The first pretty girl that gives you attention and you jump like a dog, Joseph. Love doesn’t win games or Super Bowl rings.”

“You would know, right?” Joey countered. “Because you were a master at both. Being a player and a family man, right?”

John said nothing.

“Since we are having an intervention about me and how disgraceful I am for finally putting my happiness first, let’s talk about the root of my goddamn problems. You, Dad. It’s you! You’re such an expert player but you were a draft bust even before fucking your legs up. You were just as much a shit dad because as soon as mom broke it off with you for cheating so many goddamn times, you were in and out of relationships with women that squandered your money. Then you burned investors in a nightclub and a gym Uncle Eric helped you build. You’ve capitalized off of connections more than anyone else I know. Maybe it’s you who was a broke ass that latched on to mom for money and connections 'cause we all know you wouldn’t be able to do shit without her connections.” Joey ranted, still being held firmly by Nick who was frowning heavily at the situation.

“You are a no-good, disrespectful fucking prick, Joseph. You’re so ungrateful for everything we have sacrificed for you. Your mother and I didn’t work out -”

“Because you are a quitter who didn’t want to try. You quit on our family and only came around when it was convenient. That’s the truth. If it wasn’t football, you weren’t interested. It’s always been on your terms. Funny that when you were selfish and put yourself first every single time, we were collateral. Your wife and kids! Yet, I meet the love of my life and we marry and suddenly it’s the worst thing in the world.” He paused to look at his mom and dad. “Newsflash: I love my wife. I love Artemis. She’s been through so much with me and I’ve never once felt like a failure when I’m with her. Even when I almost screwed our relationship up earlier on. She’s the best goddamn thing that’s happened to me and I won’t let you try to ruin that. Never.”

“So you’ll pick her over your family?” John asked in disbelief.

“I am picking to stand by my wife. Why is that considered picking her over you guys? Why do you want me to choose? If you seriously loved and cared about me like you say you do, you’d support me and my wife. I don’t see it as choosing one over another. I see it as if you’re upset and don’t want to support me - us, then there’s nothing I can do.”

Nick gently released his hold on his brother, stepping back, but keeping his hand on his brother’s shoulder.

“Well,” his dad rubbed his head, his face not impressed at all. “I guess then you know where I stand.” He walked past his sons and Artemis, not even giving her a look of acknowledgment. “Come talk to me when you’re done destroying your career.” He slammed the door shut after him.

They were all silent as they heard him fly out of the driveway in his rental.

“Joey…” His mother stepped forward. “He wasn’t supposed to react that way. I’m so sorry. It wasn’t my intention to come here and yell at you. I just wanted to talk.” She said to him gently, walking towards him and opening her arms to hug him.

He sighed loudly and accepted her hug, pressing his head into her shoulder as his shoulders started to shake.

Nick quietly approached and joined in on hugging the two as well, being sure to support his brother.

Arty stayed back, watching with tearful eyes as her husband cried in the arms of the only family that was currently supportive of him without prejudice.

She could tell his mom and brother loved him dearly. She couldn’t figure out where his dad stood with his feelings given how much of an asshole he was just now to Joey and how she had heard him on the phone prior, as well as what Joey had shared about him. He was toxic – she knew that for sure. And he seemed the same manipulative and dismissive tactics her mother used. It was painfully familiar to hear those words thrown at her husband.

She wanted to intervene, but she knew Joey needed to let it out. He needed to stand up in that moment for himself, not just her. She knew he needed to feel like he reclaimed authority over himself once more, something his dad often tried to take from him and his brother.

That was so obvious for anyone unlucky enough to encounter an angry John Bosa. He was demeaning and cruel. Looking for weak points and doing his best to capitalize on them in that moment.

She was certain now, after meeting him, that she’d be ready for his antics next time.

There was no way in hell she was going to let John wreck his son’s marriage to her.

It would be a cold day in hell before that happened.

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"So, you're the woman my son has been dating and is now married to?" Cheryl asked with an indiscernible tone. "While this isn't an ideal situation," she sighed and rubbed her temples, the glass of wine in front of her half-drank, "I'm glad to know Joey has been happy and not alone."

Both women were sitting on the patio chairs outside. Nick and Joey were speaking privately downstairs.

Cheryl was friendly to her, albeit reserved. They made polite chit-chat as Arty got them something to drink.

As soon as they settled outside, Arty knew Cheryl wanted to talk. Woman to woman.

“I am,” Arty confirmed. “I know this situation isn’t ideal… I don’t think Joey and I ever imagined a year ago that we’d be here today, but we are.” She took a sip of her wine.

Cheryl stayed quiet, letting her have the chance to finish speaking.

“It was never about hurting anyone by keeping it a secret. Neither of us asked the other to do so with our families. We were in a bubble of just the two of us for so long. Nick knew that we were seeing each other, but didn’t know the full extent. My sister, Athena, knew just as much as he did. Before we knew it, time had passed. We took a trip to Greece to see my maternal grandparents. I had no idea Joey was going to propose to me.” She stared out towards the oceanfront view they had. “And again, we ended up just not finding the right time to announce it to people. Except for our siblings, no one knew about us. So, introducing your partner who then becomes your fiance became intimidating. So again, it was put off.”

Arty was quiet once more. “We never did it intending to hurt anyone. I know the two of us, Joey and I, we both have personal circumstances surrounding family relationships. What happened with his dad this evening... I dealt with that with my mom. So, again, we leaned into each other and our habits of keeping things to ourselves.”

“Do you regret it?” Cheryl asked.

“Marrying him? No never.” Arty said firmly.

“No, not that, I mean, do you regret not sharing that you guys were dating and meeting each other’s families?” Cheryl sipped her wine, studying Arty’s expression.

“I don’t regret it,” Arty said. “Because living with regret and dwelling on what could have been won’t fix the situation at hand we currently have. I am sorry that it caused hurt for people. That was never our intention, but to regret how we got engaged and then married would be a lie. I like to believe things happen for a reason. Where we are now is where we are. We make do with the situation at hand.” Arty mused.

Cheryl nodded at that, taking in what Arty was saying. “I can respect that. Joey… he’s always been the child I worried the most about because of his heart. He wears it more openly. Even with how tall, strong, and serious he looks at times, you know like I do that he’s a gentle-hearted man most of the time. He loves wholeheartedly too. I was worried when I found out about all of this. Joey has gone through phases of being open with his emotions, then bottling them and hiding them away. At times it has made it hard to sit back and wait for him to express himself because he lets his self-doubts cloud him and drag him under.”

Arty was thinking of quite a few occasions where she had witnessed that first-hand. “I noticed that quite a few times too. He’s gotten better though, on leaning on me for support instead of hiding it away. We almost broke up before we even became official because he was afraid of facing what he was feeling. We’ve moved passed that now and he’s doing much better - at least with me.”

“I’m glad,” Cheryl said. “I think a lot of his reservation in sharing with me is that I’m his mom.. And maybe there’s an aspect of him wanting to be independent and not rely on me so much as an adult. I respect that. It’s how our mother-son relationship is. I’m glad that with you as his wife, he has felt comfortable in sharing with you and leaning on you for support.”

She sighed before continuing, “This was supposed to be a moment where we could get answers and talk. I regret inviting John along and giving him any benefit of the doubt that he could respectfully handle this without going straight into fighting with Joey. He still can’t be the adult in the room in any situation where he’s not in control.” She rolled her eyes at that. “I will always do my best to support my sons. Joey, he’s my firstborn, and just like with his brother, we share a unique bond that you’ll also someday feel when or if you have children. And while I am a little disappointed and hurt he didn’t feel like he could trust me enough to let me meet you sooner, I do trust his judgment and I am glad we can now get to know one another.” Cheryl smiled at her.

Arty smiled back, feeling relief seep over her at Cheryl’s willingness to build a relationship with her. “Thank you so much. Please know, Cheryl, that I would never do a thing to hurt Joey. Ever. I love him so much and I plan to for the rest of my life.”

Cheryl nodded at that, smiling once more at her. “A lifetime is a long time, but I believe that Joey’s found the one. Nick had mentioned to me how happy and relaxed Joey had been from the conversations they had. I noticed that too before all of this came to light. Like I said, I trust his judgment. He’s not the type to make rash decisions without feeling confident and strongly that it’ll work out. So,” Cheryl lifted her glass. “Welcome to the Bosa-Kumerow family. I’m so sorry our first meeting was us watching my ex-husband be an asshole. Just know that there will likely be more arguments to come. Lots of hotheads on both sides of the family. Just hold your own and don’t let anyone scare you off!”

“Welcome to the family!” Cheryl toasted to Arty.

They laughed and clanked glasses together, both taking a big drink of their wine.

“Glad to know you’re getting my wife wine drunk, mom.” Joey joked from the doorway.

Both turned and smiled at the man as he walked on out. “Well, I wanted her to feel more welcomed. I brought some wine if you want some, Joey.” His mom offered him.

“Nah, I’m good right now.” He took a seat next to Arty and leaned over to peck her cheek, making her giggle with his beard tickled her cheek. “Came out to join you guys. Nick’s on the phone, but should be out soon. I had to help him with a situation.”

“Is he ok?” Chery asked with concern, “I know he had some issue going on with how stressed he’s been.”

“Yeah, just a girl he was seeing was mad at him because he’s a dumbass. So I was helping him come up with an apology to get back on her good side.”

“Nick’s seeing someone?” Cheryl asked. “He didn’t say anything to me about it and he tells me everything.”

Joey turned towards a confused Arty, “It’s true. He’s a huge mama’s boy. Always been and always will be.”

“Joey.” Cheryl chided, but couldn’t help the grin that grew on her face.

“He is. It’s no secret. But yeah, that’s for him to share. I’m not in the mood for dealing with his whining if I share anymore.”

Cheryl rolled her eyes. “Fine, fine. I’ll get him to tell me later. Now,” She turned towards them. “Tell me where you went for your honeymoon.”

Arty started to share the details of what Joey and she arranged at last-minute notice. Joey stayed quiet mostly through it, just interjecting a few times to correct or confirm something. He was too busy staring at his wife as she excitedly pulled her phone out to show Cheryl the beautiful scenery she captured on her phone.

Joey loved how expressive she could be at times. She was silly and loved to have fun. She was more sociable than him, but could also be cool, calm, and collected when need be. She was entrancing to him and he knew others felt that way around her too. Artemis Bosa made him feel loved and she loved to show it. At that moment, he truly believed he was the luckiest man on Earth by getting to marry her. He couldn’t imagine his life now without her.

He was thankful he chose that day to slide in her DMs. Who could believe online gaming and social media would lead him to meet the love of his life?

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Sliding in the DMs Part XVIII

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“You just can’t wait, can you?” Joey said lowly as Arty tugged at his swimming trunks while they waded in the water. “Always trying to put your hands down my pants.” He teased her as she bit her lip in response.

“How can I not? I mean, look who I’m married to. He’s kind of a hunk if you must know.” She said back with a Cheshire smile.

“Oh, is he? Sounds like a catch you got there.” Joey scoffed playfully.

“Oh absolutely. He’s handsome, funny, kind, and he’s got a big dick.” She whispered the last part as she reached up to wrap her arms around him for a kiss.

Joey obliged her and used his arm to support her back as he returned the kiss. He pulled back after a moment and chuckled at her pouting expression. “You’re incorrigible.”

They were relaxing now in their pool that overlooked the waterway behind Joey’s house.

After a few hours at the sandbar, Nick drove them back to Joey’s private dock. As much as Arty loved her sister and would typically invite her to stay longer to hang out - tonight wasn’t that night. All she wanted as she waved goodbye to her sister in the doorway was to find Joey and finish what she had started on the boat.

In the present, she was leaning against the ledge of the pool as Joey’s hands slipped down the front of her bikini bottoms - his fingers wasting no time at all in finding her clit.

Arty tilted her head back with a moan as Joey got to work on making her cum. It was blissful- the sensation of the cold pool water with the warmth of the sun and the heat in her core. She could feel Joey’s eyes on her face, hungrily watching her face twist in pleasure as his skilled fingers teased her to release.

“You ready to cum?” Joey said before he nipped playfully at her right ear. He was breathing heavily from his own arousal.

Arty nodded and opened her eyes to stare up into his mismatched ones. She bit her lip before answering, “Yes, please, please.”

“Ok.” He chuckled as he pumped his two fingers harder into her as he watched her face for signs of her release.

It didn’t take her long to get there. As soon as Joey curled his fingers and hit her g-spot, she was spiraling in pleasure at the sensation. It was blissful - euphoric as she felt her body hum with nerves. It was electrifying.

Within moments Arty was coming back down to earth, the euphoric bliss making her lax in Joey’s arms. She pressed her face into his chest, her cheeks warm against the coolness of his skin.

Joey was pleased with his work as he supported Arty against his chest. His other arm slipped from her bikini bottoms and wrapped around her waist as he pressed a kiss to her temple, breathing in her scent of faded shampoo, sea salt, and sweat. She was beautiful to him - especially when she was most vulnerable. He could spend the rest of his life holding her tightly and would never complain.

“Let’s go inside,” Joey said after a few moments of quiet. He had plans for both of them.

Arty nodded and let Joey walk her out of the shallow part of the pool they were in. Whatever he was planning, she knew she wasn’t going to be walking smoothly tomorrow. Good thing she had no plans.

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“I’m going to get a quick shower to wash the sand and ocean off. You coming?” Joey asked as he made his way toward the bathroom.

Arty bit her lip and stared back towards the dresser for a minute where she had her surprise for Joey. “Sure, just give me a quick minute and I’ll be in.”

Joey nodded and went to start the shower. “Don’t take too long.”

“I won’t,” Arty called back as she quietly opened her top drawer and slid out her newest toys to add to her collection. With a wicked grin, she quickly fastened the fuzzy pink handcuffs on both sides of the headboard, ensuring they were secured among the bars. She was thankful Joey hadn’t ordered a new bed set as he was planning, otherwise, her plan would have been much more difficult.

After throwing a random blanket and a sweatshirt on both ends of the headboard to hide the cuffs, she quickly made her to into the restroom to join her husband.

Joey was already under the shower head, his head tilted back as the water ran through his hair and down his broad back. He opened his eyes and smirked at her, “Thought you got lost.”

“No,” Arty said innocently, “I was just looking to see if I still had my favorite silk pajamas. I was clearing out my closet last week and worried I donated those too.”

“Ah.” That was all Joey said, thankfully believing her fib.

Arty’s body hummed with nerves and anticipation as she thought about what was to happen next after their shower. As she let Joey lather her up, she couldn’t help but envision him naked and handcuffed to the bed as she rode him hard. He had no idea what was about to happen and she was excited.

Joey pressed himself against her ass, his cock hard and ready as it rubbed against her. He gathered her wet hair and pushed it over her right shoulder, gaining access to the back of her neck where he pressed kisses onto her skin. His lips danced down the side and to her left shoulder where he gently sucked a mark onto her skin, his hands gripped firmly on her hips as he grinded against her ass.

Arty whined and moved away gently and turned to press her front against him. “Bed?” She hummed as she pressed kisses against his pecs and nipped one of his nipples playfully.

Joey said nothing and instead cupped her face with both hands before he pressed his lips hungrily to hers, just as eager to fuck.

They carefully got out of the shower and dried quickly before making it to their bedroom.

Arty could barely remember what happened next because all she was focused on was keeping Joey as distracted as possible.

As she rode his face avidly with her back arched and her hands against the headboard, she tried to keep her mind clear on her objective.

Arty made sure to be as loud as possible so Joey wouldn’t hear her reaching for the handcuffs. She hadn’t thought this through very well in her planning and her goal was to at least get one arm cuffed.

She leaned slightly to the right for the handcuff that was covered by the throw blanket, with her other hand, she brought Joey’s hand up to her right breast with a wordless prompt.

Joey twisted her nipple and fondled her chest as pulled the handcuffs forward barely missing his wrist.

Frustrated, Arty grunted and quickly pulled his right hand towards the cuff. She snapped it shut and released his wrist just as Joey stopped beneath her.

Joey gently shoved her backyard down his chest and looked up at his right wrist handcuffed to the headboard. “Artemis Renee Bosa… what the fuck is this?” He scowled at her angrily, waiting for a reply.

“Hmm??” Arty took the moment to move off him and to his side. “Oh, that appears to be a handcuff, babe.”

“And why the fuck did you handcuff me to the goddamn headboard?” His face was twisted in irritation, his beard glistened with her juices. “What the fuck are you planning?” He turned and used his left arm, free of any cuff, to yank the blanket off the other post and saw another set of fuzzy pink handcuffs hanging. “You are such a fucking sneak.”

“I am.” She grinned proudly in return, “My plan, dear husband, was to cuff you and ride you to town.” She wiggled her eyebrows playfully and flung a leg over his hip. “Italian stallion, I’m going to ride you like a cowgirl!”

Joey just gave her a deadpan expression in return. “That was corny.”

“Shut up,” Arty covered his mouth and glared, “I’m trying to seduce you.”

Joey licked her hand, causing her to yank it away with a grossed-out expression from the feeling on her palm. “I’m already rock hard, babe. Now take this goddamn cuff off me.” He fiddled with his left hand to free his right one.

Arty just watched him for a few minutes with an amused look before she swatted his hand away. “Nope. It’s my turn to be in charge.” With a wink, she slid down his lap and nestled herself between his legs. “Enjoy the ride.” Arty’s grin was devilish as she lowered her mouth to his hardened cock.

Joey groaned and tossed his head back at the feeling of her mouth encompassing his cock. It was heavenly. He wanted so badly to reach down and grip her head. At the odd angle he was in, with one arm cuffed and the other gripping the blanket underneath, he couldn’t.

Arty bobbed her head vigorously as she peaked up on occasion to take in his blissful expression. With one particular bob, she took him as deep as she could down her throat and swallowed.

“FUCK.” Joey yelled out and lifted his head to stare with hooded eyes at the sight of his wife deep-throating him. “Fuck,” He moaned, “Artemis..”

Arty felt a twinge go straight to her core as she released him and hummed in satisfaction at the sight of his wet cock. “You like that, baby?”

“Yeah,” Joey answered quietly as his chest heaved in pace with his shallow breathing. “Artemis, let me go.” He said lowly.

“Hmm?” She looked at him with curious eyes. “Why?”

“So I can fuck you, that’s why.” He said with irritation while he flexed his right forearm with a yank to the cuffs. “Now.”

“Nope. You’ll have to wait until I’m done.” Arty said nonchalantly.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” He fussed some more with the cuff.

“Yep.” She popped the ‘p’ sound and went back to straddling him once more. “Now, be a good boy, and let me make you feel good.” She adjusted herself over his cock to mount it.

Joey sighed in frustration and tossed his head back. “Fucking hell woman.”

“Yeah, yeah. Shut it.” She said as she sunk down on him with a moan.

All that could be heard for a few moments was the deep breathing of the two as Arty adjusted to Joey inside her. It didn’t matter how often they had sex.

She started to rock her hips back and forth, being sure to grind down on him with each rocking motion.

Joey was a panting mess beneath her with every rocking motion she made. The clenching sensation each time she sunk down to his hilt was euphoric for him as he clenched his eyes shut.

“Hmmm look at me,” Arty called to him, her eyes drinking in the sight of him. “Joey, baby, open your eyes for me.”

Joey opened them and stared up at his wife as she started to bounce on him roughly. “Fuck!”

“Y-you like that?” Arty moaned as she gripped her bouncing breasts in her hands. “Nice and tight for you, baby?”

“Fuck yeah.” Joey groaned as his eyes rolled back.

Arty leaned down and pressed her lips to Joey’s. Their tongues danced together as Arty continued to ride Joey at a slower pace, her thrusts sharp with each movement of her hips on top of his.

Joey’s hand gripped her right ass cheek tight enough to leave marks as he tried to rock her faster on his lap, only for her to pull back from his lips.

“Hm…” Arty said contemplatively, her chest heaving as she breathlessly laughed. “I don’t recall you being allowed to do that?”

“Allowed to do what?” Joey asked with furrowed brows.

“Control the tempo. That’s my decision tonight.” Arty said with a disappointed look. “You aren’t in charge tonight, baby, I am.”

Joey glared at her and abruptly thrust his hips upward, causing her to yelp and almost fall off his lap.

“You are a goddamn brat, Joseph!” She snapped at him.

“Yeah, you’re one to fucking talk. At the rate you’re going, my dick will fall off before we’re done.” He said rudely.

“You weren’t complaining a minute ago when I had you moaning beneath me.”

She said with such a cocky energy that Joey wanted nothing more than to flip her over and pound that brattiness right out of her. “When I get free out of this, you’re getting punished. I swear on it.” He threatened.

“I swear on it.” Arty mocked his voice. “Cry about it.”

“Artemis!” Joey snapped at her.

“Joseph!” Arty mocked once more, faking his outrage.

“That’s it.” Joey yanked once more at the flimsy cuffs, straining his muscles as he sat up, not caring at all about Arty toppling off him and onto the mattress. “Fucking holy shit. I swear to God!”

Arty watched in alarm as the cuffs started to strain against the headboard, the chain between the cuffs pulled taut. She knew she was in for it if he got free so she quickly got off the bed. Her legs were trembling from her arousal as she backed up from the bed.

With a loud snap, Joey had managed to snap the chain holding the two cuffs together, thus freeing himself from the headboard.

‘Should have not bought cheap ones from Amazon with 3.9 stars!’ Arty panicked internally as she saw Joey swing his feet over the bed to stand, his eye honed in on her with a dark expression to boot.

She took off out of the room and down the hallway with a nervous giggle. Behind her she could hear Joey yelling out, “Artemis Renee Bosa, get the fuck back here now,” and the pounding of his bare feet followed after her.

Arty almost wiped out on the stairs as she cleared them and ran for the living room.

Joey whipped around the corner in alarming speed, inches from her as she ducked just in time to avoid him grabbing her arm.

Artemis cut into the kitchen, doing her best to put the kitchen counter between the two of them. Her chest was heaving with adrenaline as she watched him like a prey hiding from its predator.

Joey stalked into the kitchen moments later, his nostrils flared and his eyebrows scrunched low in anger. He was pissed off.

Arty attempted to fake him out and go in a different direction, but Joey was ready for her. She realized too late as his arms wrapped around her and he all but sacked her ass into the opposite counter.

She yelped as she collided with the counter, surprisingly not as hard as she thought she would. Joey must have repositioned their weight as his hand was leaning on the counter behind her with his arm taking on most of their weight support.

She had never been sacked before. This was a first and with her face pressed against her husband’s damp chest, she knew she was in for it now.

This was just the start.

“Now,” Joey breathed out. “No more of your fucking games tonight. Looks like I’m in charge now.” He mocked her with a wicked glint in his eyes. “Can’t run now, huh, babe?”

Arty shot him an innocent grin. “It was just a little fun, baby.”

He laughed mirthlessly. “You really thought you were going to get away with cuffing my ass to the bed in secret? You thought that cheap ass set of cuffs was going to work on me?”

“Well, I didn’t think you’d Hulk out and snap them like they were nothing!” Arty said back to him, matching his attitude.

“You know what?” He suddenly lifted her around his waist, gripping her ass to keep her hoisted as he walked her toward the island in the center. “I’m fucking the brattiness out of you tonight.”

Arty realized the cold sensation on her back was the broken cuff still attached to his right wrist. “Y-you wanna get that off first?” Arty asked as she attempted to keep her legs closed.

“Nope. It can wait.” Joey yanks her legs open and slides himself right into her heat with no warning.

Arty moaned out loudly as she felt Joey grip her thighs to push them back as he pounded deeply into her.

His pace was unforgiving as he pounded her roughly, each thrust going deep into her. His expression was tense as he focused on the area where they were joined. He glanced up at Arty’s face, taking in her blissed-out face.

Her hand shook as it reached down to make contact with her swollen nub. She whined as she felt Joey increase the speed of his thrusts.

“Fuck, yes, yes, please!” She pleaded loudly. “Give it to me!”

“You want it?” Joey chuckled breathlessly. “How bad?”

“Bad. So goddamn bad.” Arty hiccuped in return.

“I should make you beg for it, Artemis. You weren’t a good girl. Why should I let you cum?” Joey taunted.

“Joey!” She whined.

Joey reached down and shoved her hands away as he rubbed her swollen clit. His thrusts were getting sloppy and he could feel the knot in his groin building. He was about to cum soon. He needed to get her there first.

It didn’t take long as Arty, within moments, had tensed and bowed her back upwards as her orgasm tore through her body.

Joey’s hand fell away as he leaned forward to catch his balance at the sensation. Arty’s velvety walls were squeezing away at his cock, causing his orgasm.

Joey felt his legs shake as he felt himself still cumming in Arty, who was panting tiredly beneath him with hooded eyes.

After a minute or two of silence in the kitchen, the only sounds being their heavy breathing, Joey stood up with shaky legs and laughed. “We’re fucking insane.”

Arty laughed at that. “We are,” she agreed, “but it’s us. What did you expect when you married me?” She teased him.

“Well, I wasn’t expecting handcuffs being brought out against me,” Joey smirked. “We still got that other set. Don’t test me.”

“Ay, ay, captain.” Arty saluted him and she got down slowly from the counter, “I can’t feel my legs,” She pouted. “Can you carry me?”

Joey pretended to think about it and then started walking towards the living room. “Not my problem.”

“Joey!” Arty yelled after him in outrage. “You did this to me!”

“And you did this to me!” Joey’s arm appeared in the doorway, the cuff with the broken chain still attached to his right wrist. “See you upstairs!”

“That asshole,” Arty grumbled, “I’ll get his ass back for this.”

What Arty didn’t know was that Joey was right outside the kitchen, leaning against the wall in the hallway, a smug grin on his face as he heard her bitching about him.

He wouldn’t change any of this for the whole world. No matter how dysfunctional they could be at times. Arty was it for him.

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Sliding in the DMs Part XVII

Life had settled down a bit for Arty and Joey over the course of a few weeks. Occasional comments were still made in passing by people they encountered - some they knew and some complete strangers. It was odd at first but both quickly learned to ignore it and go about their day.

Arty had begged Joey to take her out boating the past week and today they finally would - with some unexpected guests. When Joey mentioned in passing to Nick that he was taking his boat out, Nick invited himself and Athena along - using the excuse that it had been a while since they got to hang out together.

Arty was excited over the prospect of seeing her sister and hanging out with her.

‘As if they weren’t just together yesterday.’ Joey thought sarcastically.

When Nick showed up with his shit-eating smirk directed at him, Joey knew what kind of day it was going to be.

Arty and Nick would definitely talk shit at each other and also at him. If that wasn’t bad enough, he really didn’t want to see his brother groping his sister-in-law so unabashedly with no sense of embarrassment whatsoever. Sometimes Joey felt like the adult in the room when it came to his wife and his brother. Thank God Athena seemed sane and mellow. Another clown on the boat would have likely made him jump overboard.

“Alright,” Joey said, “everyone got their stuff? I’m not about to drive out and come back if something is left behind.”

“All good,” Arty called from next to her sister.

Joey turned the boat on and coasted from his private dock.

Arty sat up front with him and enjoyed the ocean breeze on her face. It was a beautiful day to go out boating, especially after the recent rainstorms that moved through southern Florida. It was nothing new to Arty as she spent her whole life until the age of 22 living in Miami.

Once the boat was close enough to the sandbar, Joey cut the engine and turned towards his wife with a smile. “I love you,” He said as he leaned in to press a kiss to her lips, “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He eyed her bikini top and shorts combo, his eyes lingering on the sky-blue bikini she was wearing.

“You’re not so bad yourself, handsome.” She leaned up slightly to kiss him once more.

Joey turned his head to see Nick in the back of the boat with Athena perched on his lap, his arms easily wrapped around her frame as she played with his curls.

“I hope you’re not going to try anything funny, Nick. I didn’t agree to a live show like last time.” Joey teased with a smirk.

Nick raised one arm up and gave him the bird and a dirty look before he turned back to Athena who had her head resting on his shoulder. “Says the dude who had sex with his wife on a boat in Greece,” at Joey’s shocked look, Nick continued with a smirk, “You dirty dog.”

“How do you know about that?” Arty asked with a slight blush on her face, “Who told you?”

Athena didn’t make eye contact with Arty who looked over to her, “I have my ways,” Nick said mysteriously.

“Would that source be my sister?” Arty looked pointedly at Athena.

“I was drunk!” Athena protested back, her face embarrassed that her drunk gossip with Nick was leaked, “I didn’t know he’d bring that up!”

“Nick has a big mouth. Just because he doesn’t talk a lot in front of others doesn’t mean he doesn’t talk shit at all - if anything he’s one of the biggest shit-talkers behind closed doors. Isn’t that right, Nicky?”

“Says the man that got in a fight with a bunch of asshole Eagles fans. How did that work out for you, Joey?” Nick retorted.

“Ok - ok!” Athena stood up off Nick’s lap. “We are not doing this. We are here to have a good time and hangout. You,” she pointed at a frowning Nick, “shut up and stop instigating.”

“What about him?” Nick complained, “He started it!”

“And he’s going to shut up too,” Arty interjected, “so how about both of you shut up?”

Joey grunted at her and frowned.

Nick said nothing else and pouted at Athena, “Come sit back down with me.”

Athena giggled at his pleading expression and quickly sat back down on his lap.

Joey made a coughing/gag sound and Arty turned quickly to check on him, “You ok?”

“Yeah, just choked down some vomit at him making that face,” Joey joked.

Nick went to retort but Arty was one step ahead of him as she pulled Joey over to the cooler to get a drink.

“Dear God,” Athena mumbled at the bickering between her boyfriend and his brother.

“Hmm?” Nick hummed in response.

“Nothing,” Athena sighed, “Just enjoying the breeze.

Hopefully, the rest of the day would be relaxing with much less bickering.

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Joey and Arty relaxed on the bow of the boat as Nick and Athena were walking on the shallow part of the sandbar further inward.

Nick had spotted some friends and coaxed Athena towards them for introductions.

Joey wasn’t complaining as he finally got the privacy he so desperately wanted with his wife. He wasn’t interested in greeting anyone at the sandbar and just wanted to relax with Arty next to him.

“Thanks for taking me out here with you,” Arty said quietly from her spot next to him.

“Anytime,” Joey said happily. “I’m so glad we get to spend this time together.”

Arty propped herself up and smiled at him. “It’s a beautiful day today to be out here. Are you going to get in the water and walk around?”

“Later. I just want to relax for a bit. I’m still exhausted from my training session yesterday with my trainer. Today’s all about relaxation and recovery for me.”

They relaxed for a while like that, not saying anything to each other and enjoying the breeze passing over them. It was heaven.

Further inwards of the sandbar, Nick stood speaking with some former high school classmates, his arm comfortably draped over Athena as he held her close to him. He was immersed in conversation about the upcoming start to the season as Athena looked around at the number of people at the sandbar.

It was only going to get busier as they day dragged on. She glanced back towards Joey and Arty’s boat, wishing she was back on the boat and away from wondering eyes.

Several young women were eyeing them up from nearby. Athena felt exposed under their scrutiny as she leaned more into Nick’s side, hoping to make herself smaller and to get the attention off her, but when she looked around, she noticed that wasn’t working well.

Nick’s friend laughed and turned towards his other friend to say something. Nick took that moment to turn towards Athena and press a kiss to her cheek and then lowly asked her, “Are you ok? You seem tense.”

Athena shook her head and looked up into his worried eyes. “I just am uncomfortable with the amount of people staring. That’s all.”

Nick glanced around and noticed the eyes on them. A few ladies nearby actually grinned his way and waved eagerly at him, but Nick did not return the gesture. He wasn’t interested in entertaining them in any way.

Nick schooled his face to show how unimpressed he was with them before he turned back to Athena and smiled gently. “Don’t worry about them. I’m not here to entertain them. Only you.” He then pressed a kiss to her lips as he ignored the wolf whistles of his friends at his public display of affection.

He wanted to send a message that he was taken and so was Athena. He wasn’t the only one getting admiring looks from the opposite sex.

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Joey and Arty had moved back towards the cockpit of the boat, now shaded by the hardtop above them.

Arty pressed kisses to his cheek as she sat down next to him.

Joey let her as he returned her kisses and pulled her onto his lap. He didn’t even care if anyone saw them making out on the boat. He genuinely did not give a fuck. All he could think about was his beautiful wife in his arms.

Arty pressed another kiss to his lips and pulled back to grin at him, “Quite the salute you're giving me, captain.” She glanced down between them at his growing bulge, “Too bad we don’t have enough privacy for that.” She pouted at him, “If there weren’t so many people around, we could make this work.”

“I know,” Joey sighed, “Fuck me… Why did we come out here again today?”

“To enjoy a beautiful day at the sandbar,” Arty responded nonchalantly. “And to spend some time alone.”

“We could have done that at home,” Joey sighed loudly.

“But I love being on boats with you.” Arty pouted. “Maybe if we got out into the water it’ll help with your boner.”

“Great idea. Maybe the cold water will freeze my dick off while we’re at it.” Joey said sarcastically.

“It’s 91 degrees out today, Joseph. And it’s the middle of July. You know that water isn’t freezing.” Arty laughed at his dramatics. “Come on! Just for a bit, please?” She begged with a dramatic pout.

“Hmm…” Joey pretended to think, “Fine… but only for a little bit.. And only if you wear that new lingerie set for me that you bought last week.” He smirked.

Arty raised her eyebrow in confusion at his request, “How did you know I bought myself lingerie?”

“You left it on the bed for the whole day and I recognized the boutique you bought from before. I snuck a peak.” Joey shrugged.

“Hmm…” It was Arty’s turn to pretend contemplating his request. “I guess we can make that happen… only if you come to play in the water with me on the sandbar, though. Not just stand around looking like a grouch.”

“Deal.” Joey said as he gently moved her off his lap to stand up, “The sooner we get in the water, the sooner we can get back home…” He put his sunglasses and cap on, “Then, your ass is mine.” He smirked at her.

“Oh? You just wait. I’ll be having you begging.” Arty promised with a cocky grin.

“Really?” Joey approached her.

“Absolutely. Just you wait. I got something planned for you, baby boy.” Arty stood up and hip-checked him before heading down the ladder and wading into the water towards the sandbar.

“Are you coming?” She called up to Joey as he watched her.

“Yeah, yeah.” He started down the ladder, his mind thinking about all the things he was going to due to her as soon as they got into their house later. He was intrigued about what Arty had planned, but he could wait.

‘Could Arty?’ Joey thought with amusement as he approached his waiting wife.

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boltupbitches · 10 months

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Brouter le cresson - Joey Bosa's Birthday

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Joey was awakened by the sound of the bedroom door opening. His and Arty’s cat, Cassiopeia, meowed loudly as he heard Arty shush her gently.

“Hi, baby.” she cooed to their cat, causing a smile to begin spreading across Joey’s face. He peaked an eye open, seeing Arty in front of the bed, cradling Cassiopeia like a baby and pressing a soft kiss to the torty’s head.

His eyes trailed over Arty’s form, taking in the sweatshirt of his she was wearing as well as the jogging shorts she had on underneath. He knew she was taking an early flight back this morning to Florida after spending a few days back out in Los Angeles for work purposes.

She gently placed the cat down (who ran out of the room as soon as her feet touched the ground - heading for the kitchen most likely to eat) and looked up, making eye contact with him. A huge smile spread across her face as she crawled across the bed to him. He held his arm out for her, hugging her into his side as he yawned loudly.

She snuggled against him and laid contently in his arms. She mumbled something into his chest, causing Joey to squirm at the ticklish sensation.

“What?” He asked.

“I said..” She lifted her head, looking up at him with a pouty face and puppy eyes. “I might have done something stupid back in LA when I was with Chloe…” Her hand smoothed up his chest, playing with the chest hair growing there. She loved the off-season because that normally meant he grew his chest hair out. She didn’t know how to explain it, but she thought it added to his rugged charm and always caught her attention when he walked around shirtless.

Joey stared in confusion, his brain trying to scramble awake enough to process her words. “How bad are we talking here?”

“Not bad bad. More like stupid bad.” She paused, thinking of how to come out and say it. “Like I got drunk at our house and got dared to do something bad..”

“Artemis…” He said, suddenly getting nervous. “You didn’t.. Do something with someone, did you?”

“No! Oh my god - no!” She sat up waving her hands at him. “No - I.. I… let me just show you.” she held her head in defeat.

Joey sat up and looked at her now with worry.

Artemis got off the bed and gingerly pulled her shorts off. Then, she peeled her underwear down next, cupping her hand immediately over her nether regions.

“I.. got a tattoo.” She admitted with an uncharacteristic blush of embarrassment taking over her face. She hadn’t yet moved her hands to show him.

Joey could see the outline of the bandage and was intrigued to see what it really was. “Did you.. Did you tattoo your pelvic region?” He asked incredulously as he walked over to her and sat on the edge of the bed. He pulled her over to him and slowly pulled her hands away.

Tattooed on her pelvic region, to the left slightly was his initials in cursive ‘JAB’ with a small bear paw print to the side of it.

Joey stared at it in surprise.

“Surprise..?” Arty said, her hands covering her cheeks as she watched his expression for dislike of the tribute. “It was supposed to be a birthday surprise for you - well drunk me thought that it would be good.. I didn’t realize I actually got it done until Chloe and Marley showed me the video of me getting it done.”

Joey’s thumb gently massaged the skin around the tattoo, careful as he heard her hiss slightly at how tender the skin was.

He leaned in and gently pecked the tattoo, leaning back to look her in the eyes.

He stood up slowly, towering over her before pressing a heated kiss to her lips, carefully lifting her onto the bed and laying her flat on her back as he crawled over top of her.

“Fuck..” He mumbled as he helped peel her tank top off. His tongue made a trail down the valley of her breasts, dancing down her abdomen and over the belly button piercing she had in. When he finally reached her lower lips, he spread them with his fingers and started to lap at her juices.

She cried out as he pinched her clit gently between his fingers with one hand, the other thrusting two fingers into her hole, pistoning with a rough pace.

“Fuck!” She arched her back off the bed, her eyes rolling back as she was overcome with so many sensations.

Joey didn’t stop his ministrations, instead removing his fingers from near her clit and replacing them with his lips as he sucked on it, his hand making its way up to her left breast as he fondled it.

Arty had one hand cover the one on her breast, her hand holding it there as the other found its way into Joey’s hair. He was still sporting short locks, but he had just enough at the top for her to grip on.

It felt like an eternity had passed before he finally stopped.

Arty was crying in desperation, “Please, please don’t stop. I’m almost there!”

Joey wiped his beard and licked his lips as he quickly moved her into position. He sat up on his hind legs, pulling Arty’s legs up to rest on his thighs, her upper back still against the mattress.

He made eye contact with her as he lined himself up and pushed in her.

Arty laid there, a panting mess as she stared up at her fiance. Her brain could think of nothing more as she felt his cock push into her velvety heat, each thrusting sending a warm shock through her core and causing her to pant heavily from the overwhelming sensation.

Joey had an impressive girth and length, with a beautiful upward curve to it. Each time they fucked, it was an experience given his size. The curve of his cock definitely helped hit her g-spot each time they fucked.

She knew she was addicted, and based on his constant need to reciprocate to her, he was too.

“You’re mine.” He growled suddenly, his eyes dark as he stared down at her. “Fucking tell me that you’re mine.”

“I am.” She moaned. “I am yours. Only yours. All for you baby.”

“All for me?” He taunted.

“Mhm.” She nodded her head as she tried to keep eye contact with how rough his thrusting was. “All for you. Only you. I’m all yours.”

“This is my pussy?” He gently touched her tattoo just above it.

“Yeah, baby. It’s yours. All yours.” She hiccuped, tears now pricking her eyes as she felt that tell-tale sign of a coil-like snapping inside her. Her orgasm was building as she felt her back suddenly arch upwards.

Joey held her still as he continued to rail her a few more times, his own groans filling the air as he spilled his load into her, pushing deeply with each thrust.

They both were gently gyrating their hips in sync with one another, buzzing off their post-coital bliss.

Joey finally pulled himself out, groaning at the sensation against his sensitive cock. He sat back again and watched his cum leak out of Arty.

He reached out, scooping it up and bringing it to her lips.

She opened obediently and hummed loudly in delight at the salty taste as she sucked it off his fingers.

“Fuck..” Joey muttered as he felt his cock twitch again with need. He knew it would be a little bit before they did round two, but it didn’t mean he couldn’t appreciate the sight.

She released his fingers, smiling at him with flushed cheeks. “Happy Birthday, baby.”

He smiled, leaning in to kiss her before moving to lay down next to her, pulling her to him. “Thanks.. I hope you didn’t make any plans because we aren’t leaving this house today.”

“Oh?” She asked, looking at him with a teasing smile. “I have dinner reservations for us tonight.”

“Then we’ll order in and I’ll eat you out for dessert.” He said bluntly, causing her to laugh at him. “I’m supposed to be on an off-season diet anyways.”

“Yeah? I don’t remember the nutritionist saying cunningulus should be on the menu?”

“What is it that you said the French call it? Brouter le cresson?”

She started laughing loudly at that, actual tears forming in her eyes. “You remember me saying that? Oh my God!”

“You’re the one with a dirty mind in like four languages, Arty. I was a perfect gentleman before I met you.” Joey jokingly protested.

“Yep, that’s absolutely true. Such a perfect gentleman that you admitted after we started hooking up that you jacked off to my bikini pics on Instagram after the second time we fought on COD.” She teased.

Joey’s face blushed bright red at the memory. “I was sexually frustrated and you pissed me off. I couldn’t help it..”

“Hey - listen. If I was a guy, I’d jack off to me too.” She jokingly said. “Glad it was you and not one of your creepy buddies that were DMing me.”

Joey looked at her in surprise. “Who was that? DMing you?”

“Well there was Schwartz after the first time we played against one another and then him and Marcus. I shut them both down.” She said nonchalantly. “I wanted to fuck you the first time I saw what you looked like. They didn’t interest me.”

Joey nodded, taking in this information and trying to withhold the urge to kill both of his online friends. He suddenly processed what she said. “Wait - you wanted to fuck me?”

Arty sat up, swinging her legs over the mattress and looked back at him in confusion. “Uh, yeah. You think I didn’t want to ride you to town after the first time we played against each other? As soon as I found out what you looked like I knew I was going to fuck you. Had a gut feeling.”

Joey just blinked in surprise at how sure she sounded. There were no traces of joking on her face. “So you manifested this?”

“Yep.” She said bluntly. “Now, birthday boy.. Are you going to come shower with me so we can go downstairs to open the other present I brought back for you - while I also give you head in the shower - or are you going to sit there and look at me the rest of the day?”

Joey shook his head, getting up as well to follow her into the restroom. “This is the best birthday I’ve had in a while.” He said aloud to himself.

“Yeah?” Arty threw a smile at him over her shoulder. “Well the day has just started.. We aren’t done yet!”

Joey couldn’t wait to see how the day would unfold with her.

“Are you actually going to suck my dick in the shower?”

“Is the Pope Catholic? Yes, Joey.”

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boltupbitches · 4 months

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It’s the New Year? What does that mean?! My ask box is open for submissions.

If you want a one shot/imagine written, please submit your ask by Sunday January 7th at 11pm EST.

If you’re wondering who I write for, please check out my masterlist that’s pinned on my blog.

Also I do not write reader insert, second person point of view or use y/n. It’s not my style. If you have no name preference, I’ll just avoid using a name for the OC.

I also do not write slash/same-sex fanfiction.

I’m capping one shots (I’m old school so it’s known as one shots for me) at 500 words.

Finally, I get the final decision on whether or not I’ll write something. I don’t want to disappoint anyone, and I try to get all submissions written, but please be patient while I write.

Excited to see what y’all have in mind!

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boltupbitches · 11 months

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Sliding in the DMs Part IX

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(I will go back and proofread for mistakes later. Don't mind them!)

The breeze danced over her shoulders as she lay on her stomach, sunbathing. The yacht was rocking gently on the water off the shore of Mykonos. The water lapped against the sides as the waves rolled gently. Overhead she could hear the faint calls of birds flying over towards the coastline. She sighed blissfully.

This vacation was greatly needed after Joey’s turbulent season. She had time off from work and decided to invite him to Greece to stay at her grandparents’ guest cottage. Joey, who had never been to Greece before, was stoked at the idea of it and asked questions non-stop about her family and her family’s home in Megara. The plan was to spend some time there and then travel to Mykonos and Athens for a few days before returning back to Megara to meet some of her cousins.

Joey was at the moment resting peacefully in the captain’s seat of the yacht, keeping a close eye for any other boats since Arty insisted on sunbathing topless for a bit.

She sighed loudly again and rolled over, making sure to have her tanning bed goggles on to protect her eyes.

Joey eyed up her tanned skin shining in the sunlight, her skin glistening from the sea breeze and sweat. He watched her chest rise and fall slowly with each breath. Her breasts had goosebumps as she shivered from a particular short breeze passing through. He could see her nipples pucker up in response.

He got out of his seat, making sure his hat was fastened over his head (the new haircut felt odd still, but he was adjusting) as he made his way over to Arty.

She perked up at the sound of him approaching and said, “Hey handsome. Come to lay with me?”

Joey smirked at that and eased down next to her with a grunt. He picked up the sun tan lotion and asked, “You need another layer?”

She nodded and sat up, taking off the goggles and reaching up to fix her bun. She watched Joey squirt the white lotion into his hands and giggled at the dirty thoughts suddenly popping up in her mind.

Joey stopped what he was doing and stared at her with an amused look. “What?”

“Nothing..” she drawed out. “It just looks an awful lot like the stuff you left on my face and chest last night..” Joey’s face goes beet red. “But I imagine it doesn’t taste as good..” She said with a smirk.

“I swear you are insatiable.” He said with frustration. “You are lucky I don’t want to get caught by the Greek coast guard for public indecency or I’d bend you over right fucking here and now, Artemis.”

Arty held her arm out to gesture around them, “no one is close enough to see what’s going on Joey.. and nobody knows you here unlike back home. I don’t see what the problem is.”

“Arty… Are you seriously telling me that you can’t wait another two hours before we make it back to land? You seriously want to fuck now?” Joey asked incredulously.

“Yes.” She said calmly. “I think it’s already been well established that I have a high sex drive - as do you!”

Joey sighed loudly and told her, “As much as I want too, this is too risky, Artemis.”

Arty pouted at that and said, “Fine. I get it. No sex until back on land…” She rolled over and pointed over her shoulder at her back. “Can you please get my back?”

Joey leaned over her, massaging the sunscreen into her back and her shoulders, being certain to get the back of her neck as well. After getting the upper boy done, he made his way down to her bottoms, lotioning around her bikini bottoms and down her thighs, working his way to her ankles. Arty had such beautiful, soft skin. His hands glided so smooth down her body.

(One time he commented about it and she said, “Thanks. I drink lots of water, lotion, and I got laser hair removal in some places too cause I used to grow a lot of hair. It’s the Greek in me.”

Joey almost spat his water out he was sipping when she said that. )

Arty was silent while Joey was lost in his thoughts, his hand still stroking absentmindedly on her thigh.

“Hmm.. a little higher, baby.” Arty moaned out causing Joey to blink back into focus.

“What?”

“If you’re going to keep stroking my leg like that, move it up a little higher.” She said with an attitude.

Joey lifted his hand off her leg and got up, heading back over to the seat at the helm, calming his hormones. “You’re not getting me this time, Arty.”

“We’ll see.” She sing-songed back to him.

Joey put the boat into a light coast towards the shore and then stopped a few miles closer to shore.

Arty was still laying on her back, when he stopped the boat. She shimmied for a moment and Joey was about to ask her what she was doing until he saw her raise her pelvis up and yank her untied swim bottoms off her. She dropped the yellow bottoms next to her and rolled over, putting her tanning goggles back on and sighing loudly.

Joey gulped as his eyes dragged down the length of her, taking in her physique and the beautiful curves of her breasts and hips.. His eyes lingering at the glistening front of pussy. She had went and waxed before their trip, insisting that she didn’t want to have her “bush on display in a yellow bikini.” Joey didn’t even challenge her on that, although he honestly didn’t care what it looked like down there most of the time. It was her body, not his, and she never made remarks about his grooming down below.

He knew Arty could feel him staring, with the smirk stretching over her face right now, he fucking knew she knew. Still, he said nothing and instead adjusted his trunks against his growing erection.

Arty took off her tanning goggles again, got up and stretched, yawning loudly with exaggeration as she then went over and leaned on the railing of the yacht, looking out over the beautiful ocean and closing her eyes as the breeze danced across her cheeks.

Joey then cleared his throat and said warningly, “Arty..”

She opened one eye and turned her head to smile at him before closing them again. “Joey.”

“Get your ass over here before someone sees you!” He demanded, flustered at the sight of her nude in the open.

Arty ignores him and continues to take in the breeze.

“Artemis Thermopoli..” He said, beginning to rise from his seat.

“Joseph Bosa.” Arty turned back towards him fully this time and came over to him. She grabbed his hand, pulling him up with her and over to the seating lounge available to them. The roof of it covered them from the sun and gave a little more privacy.

As soon as the back of Joey’s knees made contact with the couch, she pushed into him to take a seat. He did so to avoid her tripping awkwardly over him.

As soon as he was seated, she swung one of her legs over his waist and straddled him. She wrapped her arms around him with a giggle and pressed a loud kiss to his bearded cheek. “I love you, baby.”

Joey turns to her and plants a kiss on her lips, “I love you too.” His hands dance down her sides and cup her ass, pushing her up against his growing erection. “You are so fucking bratty today.”

“And you love it.” She moans, pressing her face into the side of his neck as her hands reached down to undo his swim trunks. Her hand slipped into his trunks and gripped him at the base of his cock causing him to groan loudly. She lifted her hand out from his trunks, spit on it, and then went back in to stroke his cock with firm, jerking motions. Her hand danced up the side of it, her hand gently palming over the leaking head, and back down to the base. She kept that motion up for a while before Joey finally stopped her.

“Fuck, fuck, stop before I blow my fucking load in my trunks.” His hand gripped her rest firmly and pulled it up.

Arty kept eye contact with him as she licked her palm suggestively. “Hmmm…”

“Fuck..” He whispered as he quickly lifted himself up a bit to shimmy his trunks down his thighs. Arty lifted up too and leaned over to grab the huge beach towel laying on the opposite seat. She draped it over them just as Joey lined himself up at her entrance.

He tapped her hip to tell her to go ahead and lower herself. She did, easing down on him with a loud moan as she tossed her head back. “Fuck.. why are you so fucking big?”

Joey chuckled with a cocky look in his eyes. “Born that way, baby.” He felt her squeeze his cock and hissed loudly. “Why are you so tight?”

“Born that way.” She teased back as she leaned into him, her chest pressed against his chest as she reached up to pull his cap off, tossing them next to him along with his sunglasses. Her one hand wrapped around his neck as the other reached up to run through his hair.

She was panting as she picked up the pace. “F-fuck.. Joey.”

He grunted in return as his hand reached down and slapped her ass, ushering her to go faster. His other hand was gripping her hip tightly to help keep her pace going smoothly.

He could see her start to become undone after a while and then started to thrust upwards himself to help her get there, meeting her thrusts as both his hands were now holding her waist and bouncing her up and down on his cock.

He could see tears welling in her eyes as she was becoming overwhelmed with the sensation of her orgasm building. “You gonna cum?”

She nodded her head and made a sobbing noise in return, her voice trapped by the sensations taking over her.

“Where do you want it?” Joey asked, referring to his own release.

“I-inside me.” She said.

“Inside you?” He checked before holding her suddenly still and grinding up into her.

“Fuck! Fuck! Yes!” She nodded at the last part. “God Joey!”

His fingers reached down and then pressed into her clit, massaging it just how she liked it. He pinched it between to of his fingers and rolled his thumb as his cock pushed back into her deeply one last time.

Arty dropped her head into his neck, her body almost convulsing from the sensations as her orgasm ripped through her. Her vision was white and her hearing went mute for a second before all her sensations came rushing back.

The squeezing of his cock sent Joey into his own orgasm, him holding her firmly against him as his cock pumped his release into her.

They sat there panting loudly, neither talking and just focusing on catching their breaths.

Within moments of that, Joey could hear another boat approaching their’s and cried out, “Fuck!” He quickly grabbed the discarded towel and draped it over Arty’s form, as she laid against his in exhaustion from her orgasm.

The boat slowed for a moment and an older gentleman’s voice called out, “Είναι όλα καλά? (Is everything ok?)”

Joey nudged Arty when she didn’t respond. “Hmm?”

“The dude is speaking Greek or something! Can you answer him?” He asked anxiously, not wanting to get up and move her since they were both indecent. The man walked along his boat and came into view of the two from across the boats.

Arty lifted her head and turned towards the man with scrutinizing eyes. “Συγνώμη? (Pardon?)”

The man repeated his question with concerned eyes.

Arty made an “Ah” noise and said, “Ναί. Παίρνω έναν υπνάκο με το αγόρι μου. Είμαστε εντάξει. Ευχαριστώ κύριε. (Yes. I am taking a nap with my boyfriend. We are ok. Thank you, mister.)”

The old man chuckled and responded, “Θυμάμαι όταν με τη γυναίκα μου κάναμε «υπνάκους» στις βάρκες μας. Να προσέχετε, κυρία. (I remember when my wife and I also took "naps" on our boats. Take care, ma'am.)”

Arty laughed loudly at that and waved at him as he returned to his boat’s helm and started it, waving at the lovers as he passed by.

“What the fuck did he say?” Joey asked in confusion but also relieved they didn’t get caught by authorities or pirates or some shit.

“Just checking if we were ok.” Arty shrugged and then slipped off him with a wince. “Can we go back now? I need a shower.” She wrapped the towel around her as Joey got up, tucking himself back in his trunks and lifting his hat up to put back on.

“Yeah. That’s a good idea. I need a shower and maybe a nap. You look like you need one too.” He pointed out.

“Jeez… I wonder why.” She said sarcastically.

Joey picked up her discarded two piece and tossed it at her, laughing when it smacked her in the head. “Get dressed.”

“You are so lucky I’m sore as fuck and have jello legs or I’d be over there whooping you.” She threatened as he started the boat.

“Whatever. I love you.” Was all he said in return as he drove the boat back towards shore. Arty was behind him grumbling as she worked on the ties of her suit. She was either really loving post-sex or extra catty. Either way, Joey loved it and couldn’t ask for anything more - well, except for her to be his wife…

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Later that evening they were finishing a meal at her grandparents’ house, her cousins visiting to meet her boyfriend and see her.

Arty groaned with happiness at the taste of her grandma’s moussaka and freshly made pitas. Joey next to her was trying to eat politely, but she knew he wanted to tear that shit up too like she was. He was more reserved and nervous about eating in front of her family. This was only their second night in Greece and they barely had much time their first night to do more than brief introductions.

Arty’s grandma was very loving to Joey. She reminded him a bit of his own grandma Kumerow as she hugged him and patted his cheek with affection. She spoke in a thick accent and her broken English was endearing as she spoke with him. She called him “Iosíf”, which caught him off guard.

Arty told him, “It means Joseph in Greek. She’s a stubborn one, so the name is likely going to stick, babe.”

Joey didn’t object to it.

“Iosíf…” Mrs. Papadimitriou started, “the food..” she gestures to his plate and he looks down at it before looking back up at her in confusion. She paused, as if choosing her words carefully. “The food.. Is good, no?”

“Umm. Yes. It is very good ma’am.” He said nervously.

“Good.” She smiled proudly. “I spend a lot of time today to cook. I love to cook and I love my family.” She reached over and placed her hand lovingly on her husband’s forearm.

Joey smiled at that. “Thank you, Mrs.. Papadimitriou?” He finished uncertainty, cringing at the thought of butchering her last name.

Mr. Papadimitriou smiled at that and said to Arty in Greek. “Έχει καλή προφορά για έναν μη Έλληνα. Είναι επίσης δυνατός με καλούς τρόπους. Είμαι έκπληκτος που βρήκες κάποιον που μπορεί να ανεχτεί την τρέλα σου, άντε. (He has good pronunciation for a non-Greek. He's strong looking too with good manners. I am surprised you found someone who can put up with your craziness, bear.)”

“Bah!” Arty said back to her grandfather with mock-outrage. “Πολύ αστείο παππού. Τι σε κάνει να πιστεύεις ότι δεν είναι ο τρελός; (Very funny, grandpa. What makes you think he's not the crazy one?)”

Her grandfather grinned back at her. “Γιατί σε ξέρω. (Because I know you.)”

Joey looked confused between the two, hoping it wasn’t anything bad when her cousin Stefanos leaned in to say, “Don’t worry. He is teasing her about finally settling down.” His accent was not as thick as his grandparents’ or some of his other cousins. Arty had told Joey that Stefanos had spent 5 years living with him and studying in America as a teenager. Now, a young man in his early 20s, he was fluent in English, Greek, and Turkish, and worked for the Greek embassy in DC as a translation assistant.

Joey nodded at the younger man. Stefanos, since meeting him a few hours ago, was very friendly. He was glad to have someone else with him who spoke fluent English as he was nervous about Arty walking off somewhere and leaving him to flail with the language barrier.

Stefanos had asked him about his college playing experience and his time so far in the NFL. He found that Arty’s cousin was also an avid boatmen and enjoyed the outdoors as well. He was shocked to find out that Stefanos also graduated with a 4.00 from Georgetown and even did an internship with the UN as a language translator during a summer in Cyprus.

The more Joey got to know Arty’s family, the more he could piece together bits of her. He could see the love she showed others in her grandma’s actions. He could see her grandfather’s humor as he teased her and others at the table. He could see the desire to learn more in the eyes of Stefanos, the kid brother Arty always wanted and doted over.

In Greece, Arty was even more relaxed, her face glowing in the dimmed lights of her grandparents’ dining room as she joked with family, her hand resting comfortably on his thigh, every so often squeezing it reassuringly as her eyes would seek his house, the unspoken question, “Are you ok?” Always there.

Artemis Renee Thermopoli was the love of his life. He knew that for certain as he watched her help her grandma and aunt take dishes to the kitchen and return with trays of briki sets on it (coffee set). As she was explaining to him the difference between Greek coffee and the preparation in America, Joey’s eyes didn’t leave her face once.

Mr. Papadimitriou nudged his wife who was also watching the unaware pair. As Arty served Joey and was asking if he’d like any milk in his, Mr. Papadimitriou said, “Αυτό είναι το βλέμμα ενός ερωτευμένου άντρα. (That is the look of a man in love.)”

“Ναί (Yes).” His wife agreed happily, sipping her own coffee.

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Joey was sitting restlessly on the bench overlooking the beach on the Papadimitriou compound. He had retrieved the box from his suitcase while Arty was helping her grandma, cousin, and aunt clean up.

He insisted on helping her, but she shooed him out, saying “my grandma will kill me if I have a non-family guest clean up. That’s not how we do things in the Papadimitriou clan.”

As he was waiting for Arty to join him, he thought over what he wanted to say. This was supposed to happen in three days while they were sight-seeing at the Parthenon. That was the plan.

Yet, Joey didn’t think he could wait that long. Not with how happy he was currently. He ran his hand over his head, sighing loudly in frustration before staring out at the ocean.

He heard steps coming down the path and turned to see Arty approaching him. She was still wearing the white cotton sundress she put on earlier.

Joey smiled at her as she took a seat next to him. “Sorry. Once we get to talking in there, it never ends!” She sighed and leaned against him. “Did you like the food?”

Joey hmmed. “Absolutely. I’ve never eaten that much food and not felt bloated afterwards. Mediterranean cuisine is something else.”

“It is.” Said Arty, “my grandma was also a restaurant chef for years, so you’re getting extra high quality food. She’s an amazing person.”

Joey agreed. “Your family… Arty.. they’re amazing. I see so much of you in them.”

Arty smiled softly at him. “You do? Like what?”

“Well.. I can see the love you show through care of others in your grandma. I can see your humor from your grandpa. And I can see the brashness and confidence in you that your aunt showed today.”

Her aunt had hit on him immediately. He was surprised and Arty laughed it off, shooing her aunt off to her waiting husband.

“And I think.. I think that’s the kind of family I want to build.” He started to say, lowering himself down to kneel in front of Arty. “With you.”

She stared at him in shock. “Joey.. are you-?”

“Artemis Renee Thermopoli..” He interrupted with a smile as he pulled a box from his pocket of his shorts. “Would you do me the honors of putting up with me for the rest of your life, and be my wife?” His hands shook as he opened the box.

Inside was the biggest engagement ring - or any ring in fact - that Arty had ever seen. The ring was at least a 10 carat sapphire diamond with white diamonds surrounding it in a halo.

Arty sat there in shock.. “Oh my god.. Joey.. I -what - wait!” She shook her head and said, “Yes, fuck - yes!” And launched into him, her lips clumsily meeting his as he almost fell backwards. He held her tightly to him as they made out passionately.

Finally, he pulled back and lifted her hand up with the hand not holding the box. He reached for the ring and slipped it on her finger (silently thanking himself that he snuck one of her regularly worn rings to get the size at a jeweler for this thing.

“Joey..” She said weepingly. “I fucking love you so much. Oh my god.” She cried into his shoulder as he held her tight with a smile on his face. “You’re making me cry too - but these are fucking happy tears.” She lifted the ring and stared at it again. The setting sun was reflecting off the diamonds and at that moment, she had never seen such a beautiful ring.

They didn’t realize that behind them stood her grandparents, holding hands as they watched with tears at their eldest granddaughter being engaged. When Joey asked Stefanos for help in asking her grandfather for his blessing, he was eager to do so. Mr. Papadimitriou had said jokingly to Joey, “My boy… she is crazy and so must you be. Welcome to our family.” The man offered him a hug and then offered him some wine in celebration.

“Η Πένυ θα τρελαθεί όταν θα μάθει ότι έδωσες στην κόρη της άδεια να παντρευτεί.(Penny is going to go crazy when she finds out you gave her daughter permission to marry.)” Mrs. Papadimitriou sighed to her husband.

He made scoffing sound in return and said, “ίσως θα έπρεπε να επισκέπτεται τους γονείς της μια στο τόσο. Μετά μπορεί να μου κάνει διάλεξη. (Maybe she should visit her parents once in a while. Then she can lecture me.)”

Mrs. Papadimitriou rolled her eyes. “είσαι πεισματάρα σαν την εγγονή σου. (You are stubborn like your granddaughter.)”

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boltupbitches · 11 months

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Sliding in the DMs Part V

Warning: I did not get to proofread this. There will be quite a few typos I'll go back and fix later.

Three months had passed since Joey and Arty started hooking up on the regular. At some point they lulled into a comfortable routine of nightly dinners together at each other’s place and sleepovers.

Joey even came around to bonding with Arty’s cat, Cassiopeia. Which was a huge surprise to him as he always considered himself a dog person. Yet, the affectionate tortie was hard not to like as she often greeted him when he entered the apartment and when he woke up in the morning when staying over.

Joey could feel his heart thud in anticipation for the other shoe to drop. They had built a comfortable balance in his life. When living in LA, all he cared about was football. That was the center of his universe. Only back home in Florida did he feel any semblance of normalcy.

Yet, Arty provided him that. He had never realized how much he craved domestication and time with another person. He was always doing his own thing as far back as he could remember. Dating was no different. Arty was the first girl he ever felt the longing to see everyday. The first person he thought of when waking up and the only person he thought of while falling to sleep.

It was terrifying.

Terrifying that he could imagine a future with her beyond whatever was happening currently. It was terrifying that he googled jewelers nearby, honeymoon locations, and when it was ok to say “I love you.” It made him question if he ever really felt love in his former relationships. None were ever this strong.

And he knew, like always, that he would fuck it up.

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Arty was flipping through a photobook from her family reunion trip to Greece. She could see her grandparents holding each other, their eyes expressing so much happiness and love for their each other. In another photo was herself, her sister Athena, her cousins Demetri and Maria, and her grandparents in the center of the four smiling around them. Her grandparents were sitting close together, her grandpa holding her grandma’s hand as it rested on his knee.

In her mind, she knew she wanted that same kind of love. The kind that consumes you and burns from within. The kind of love her grandpa showed her grandma when he would dance with her under the bright lights of Megara at night. Or the kind of love her parents had where they ran off and eloped, although originally forbidden to do so.

Arty knew she wanted that with Joey. There were no doubts about that. She felt it so strongly some days.

It was the little things. The way he allowed her to brush his hair after a shower or when he washed her hair in the shower. It was him learning how to make matcha, knowing it was her favorite tea. It was him checking on her during the day while she was at work. And all of the other small things he did for her daily. She never had that before.

She hadn’t considered that all the guys before him were pretty shitty. He came into her life unexpectedly and, at times, she worried he would leave her just the same.

She could feel his hesitation as of late. He would get a distant look and the tension would take over him. He would get quieter, only uttering a few responses and sometimes choosing to lay down and nap for a bit to clear his mind.

She worried about him a lot and wanted to address it, but she wasn’t sure how.

So she didn’t because she wanted him to be the one to say something. She was tired of always addressing things in every relationship - this time she wanted someone to make the effort. That someone was Joey.

She’d wait for him to make a move before she did.

As she sat across from him, pondering the situation at hand, she could see Joey rubbing the bridge of his nose, his eyebrows scrunched, as he lay on her couch in silence.

Finally, after what felt like forever, he opened his eyes and stared at her with a discernible look in his eyes.

He cleared his throat and said, “Want to take a nap with me for a bit?”

Arty bit her lip to suppress her smile, “Well, sleepy bear.. The last time we ‘napped’ involved you fucking me until I couldn’t walk. Is it that kind of nap or the actual sleep kind?”

Joey chuckled at that and was quiet for a second. “Maybe the first or maybe the second. We’ll see when we get in there.”

He raised his eyebrow at her as she stared back.

She sighed dramatically and said, “If you insist,” and slipped the night shirt off of her, turning to wink at Joey as she got up to strut into her room, making sure to sway her hips just a bit more with her walk.

Within moments she could hear Joey following close behind.

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She laid next to Joey, catching her breath. Joey was equally worked up and breathing heavily.

She felt the bed shift as he turned slightly to face her. She had been off tonight in her behavior. Her normal behavior was something Joey had become attuned to. Yet, he couldn't put his finger on what had her so subdued.

Joey reached over, weaving his fingers through hers and watching her as she closed her eyes and continued cooling down from their love making.

He really wanted to say in that moment, 'I love you so fucking much. So much so that I'm scared.' But he said nothing. The words on the tip of his tongue but the panic was pushing them back down his throat.

He felt her withdrawing from him silently in their interactions and it scared him.

Just as he was about to say something she spoke up instead. "Joey.. what are we?"

Joey was quiet for a moment, dumbfounded by the question. For some reason, what should have brought him relief to finally tackle and address that same question in his mind became a tumultuous fight between two sides saying different things.

He wanted to tell her that they were lovers. That he wanted more and that she hopefully felt the same.

Yet, the other side of his brain. The anti-hero, the one that loved to self-destruct when he felt the most vulnerable wanted him to shut it down. To tell her that they were simply fuck-buddies and nothing more to protect himself from being let down and hurt.

Yet, he said nothing and laid there in surprise.

Time stretched on and he felt the bed move as Arty pulled her hand back from his.

Some more time passed before he heard her get up from the bed and limp to the bathroom. The door shut behind her figure and he could hear shower turn on.

Yet, he still laid there in dread. His chest starting to feel heavy as panic set in.

'What a great fucking time to have a panic attack, you fucking jackass.' He thought in a daze.

He quickly stumbled out of the bed, putting his clothes on haphazardly and making his way to the door. Anything to get out of the current situation and escape his current mental state.

He made it in his car just as he started to break down.

What he didn't notice was the upstairs light turn on and a person staring sadly down at him from the bedroom he was just in.

Arty wiped her eyes as she called his phone. Yet, it rang out both times. The third try sent her to voicemail as his car turned on and he quickly backed out of the driveway and down the road.

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An entire month of radio silence. She stopped at his apartment only to find out from his housekeeper that he was staying somewhere else temporarily. He wasn’t answering his cellphone or social media. It was as if he stopped existing, but she knew that wasn’t the case.

She didn’t know what to do. Clearly he was still in LA as he was preparing for upcoming game, but she didn’t know his teammates, or anyone at the Chargers organizaiton. She didn’t know his family or personal friends. She didn’t even talk with the guys she used to game with - the reason she even met Joey.

Joey didn’t seem like he wanted to be found and it hurt so much to realize that. Him running hurt her. In more ways than one. She wasn’t sure where to even go from here.

By the fifth week of radio silence, she had had it and decided that she was going to go out for the night. She contacted her coworker and good friend, Chloe, to go with her.

Chloe came through with a silver mini-dress and matching strappy heels. She helped Arty do her hair and makeup, the whole time chatting with her about the mystery man she was hiding from their friends.

“No one important.” Arty said with fake nonchalance. “Just some guy I was hooking up with.. He ended up being like every other guy.” Another lie. “I wish I hadn’t wasted my time on him.” Again, another lie.

“Well, he had to be pretty important with how much you were ditching us to be with him.” Chloe pointed out.

Arty scoffed. “Chloe, you have no room to talk.”

Chloe grinned at that. “You’re right. I don’t. Doesn’t mean I won’t say it. Face it, Arty, you’re in love and that’s ok.”

Arty said nothing to that and finished touching up her lipstick before shooting her friend a glare. “I am not in love and honestly it’s just overrated anyways.”

“You don’t believe in love?” Chloe asked curiously.

“I do. I just don’t think it’s meant for me. Time has shown me that.” Arty mumbled.

“Everyone is able to love and is meant to love and be loved.” Chloe said kindly. “This guy, whoever he is, must be special to you to be hung up. I mean, you haven’t been out partying for months since you met him. I’ve seen the smitten stories you posted, with glimpses of his hands holding yours, or you wearing his sweater. We all saw it!” Chloe exclaimed. “Maybe you don’t believe it’s love right now, but it’s close to it more than just infatuation.”

Arty was quiet for a moment before saying, “You’re right. He is special to me and I’m just so fucking mad he let himself get in the way of our happiness. But, I’ve decided that I wont’ chase him. I’ll bait him, but I won’t chase him.” With that settled, she picked up her purse and gestured to Chloe to follow her towards the door.

Chloe stopped and yanked out her phone.. “Wait, wait, wait! We gotta get this on video cause that dress is unbelievable!!” She instructed Arty to pose and recorded as she did so. The dress shined in reflection of the dim apartment lights.

Arty adjusted her dress and said, “Send me that please. It’s going on Instagram.”

“Trying to bait him?” Chloe teased.

Arty stared back straight faced before smirking deviously. “Absolutely.”

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Joey heard his phone ding with an Instagram notification. He sat the weight down he was working with and moved to check his phone, knowing that he only had Arty’s account to follow on his burner account.

His stomach dropped at the sight of her in her dress. She looked drop dead gorgeous and he could feel the familiar feelings stirring up in him just by looking at her.

He went to her profile to see the video and a few pics posted with the caption, “Watch me dance the night away / my heart could be broken but you won’t see it on my face.” Her location was a well-known club not far from where he lived.

He winced at the caption and shook his head, “I fucking deserve that.” He mumbled and went straight to the comments. There were a few from friends he recognized from the many stories and pictures Arty shared with him.

There was also one name in particular that had his blood run cold for a moment before boiling over.

@ killatrav: Chloe didn’t tell me her friend was 🔥

How Travis Kelce knew Chloe didn’t matter to him in that moment. What mattered was that corny ass bastard was talking to HIS girl.

He scrolled further before returning to the top and seeing a new message underneath his in response, @ chloecollor “she’s also newly single if you wanna meet her, trav 😉”

@ shebear95 liked the comment.

In that moment he thought, ‘Fuck it. Guess I’m going to the club.’ He got on his phone and called some of the guys from the team to ask them to meet up.

As he quickly got dressed and tied his hair back, he couldn’t stop thinking about how he was going to have to face his fears with this one.

With one last look at himself in the mirror, he rushed off and out of the rental he was staying at.

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boltupbitches · 1 year

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Sliding in the DMs Part IV

Rated 18+ content ahead.

As soon as her doorbell rang, Arty was jolting out of her seat on the couch, smoothing down her nightgown, which was an old, worn out DBZ shirt with the Gogita fusion on it that she bought years ago at the local Goodwill in her hometown. Joey was quick in getting there and she was honestly so fucking nervous. She spent the time touching up her shaving, applying lotion, and reading through the flirty DMs they had been exchanging as of late.

As soon as she opened the door, she was greeted with the smell of fried food and the sight of a nervous 6’5” outside linebacker waiting for her to let him in.

She moved aside, giving a mock bow as he passed, her eyes glued to his ass in his track pants, watching it move as he walked to her kitchen table.

“Were you staring at my ass?” He asked bluntly.

“Yeah,” she answered, staring unabashedly back at him, causing him to clear his throat nervously and look away. “It’s hard not to. You got a nice one.”

Joey chuckled lowly at her response. and shook his head, his fringe getting in his eyes momentarily before he nervously ran his hand through it, gathering it at the back of his head and tying it into a bun.

“Sorry.. Was that too forward?” She teased as she approached him.

Joey stared at her, scanning over her body as he took in her outfit, taking his time to trail up her long legs before making eye contact with her and gulping. “I’m pretty sure you saying you want to ride my face is the most forward thing I’ve ever heard.” He responded.

She grinned wickedly in return, “Well, I’m about to take it a step further because not only do I want to ride your face, but I also want to ride you in general, cowboy.” She walked around him, grabbing the food and slipping it into the oven before turning back to him. “We’ll eat after. My room. Now.”

She grabbed his hand and led him towards her bedroom, thanking god her cat decided now was the perfect time to sleep on the couch and NOT her bed.

Joey followed along like a lost puppy, a billion thoughts running through his head as his blood pressure started to rise with his excitement. ‘Holy fuck. Holy fuck. Holy fuck.’ He kept chanting in his head.

It was going to happen.

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She wasn’t sure at what point they made it to the bed, but she was laying on her back, Joey pressing against her from above in a frenzy as they made out aggressively.

Joey went to her shorts and began to unbutton them and slide them off her legs, along with the socks she was wearing. Joey massaged her legs, slowly, making his way up to her pelvis. Arty threw her head back, allowing herself to indulge in this pleasure and mentally preparing for what was about to happen. Ever since Joey showed interest in her, her hormones had been cranked up to the max and there was only so much her toys could do. She was more than happy to let him go down on her. She couldn’t wait to feel his beard between her legs.

Joey slipped off Arty’s panties and began rubbing the outside of her labia with his finger. He rubbed around it, teasing Arty, who every now and then would make eye contact with Joey’s mismatched eyes and see his smile.

"You should see how hot you look right now." Joey said, biting his lip.

He lowered his head and Arty could feel his breath on her groin. He started licking her inner thigh first, running his tongue over each thigh and then licking her pussy lips. He slowly worked his strong tongue inside of her, sticking his tongue in and out of her vagina. He moved his tongue to her clit and began to flick it at a steady rate. This drove Arty wild as she felt his head shake back and forth as his intensity only grew. She put her hand on his head and began lightly pulling his long hair as her moans got louder.

Joey slurped all over her vaginal walls, taking a break every now and again to catch his breath only to dive back in. He licked up all of the fluids and she could hear him moan in pleasure and mutter under his breath as he continued to taste Arty intimately.

"Fuck... I’ve dreamed about this." He said before going back to flicking her clit with his tongue.

Hearing that sent a jolt through Arty, filling her with even more pleasure than what his tongue had been giving her. Joey was attacking her with the same ferocity he showed on the field. He gripped each of her things in his strong hands as he lifted her legs into the air and ran his tongue over her taint. He stuck his tongue back into her vagina and Arty gripped the silk sheets as she moaned in pleasure, finally reaching orgasm. Her body was electrified and though she already reached completion, Joey continued to run his tongue all over her pussy.

She was panting like crazy when she felt a tap on her hip and looked back up at Joey with hooded eyes. He stripped down while she was laying there in a daze and was now back on the bed next to her. “Hmm?”

“Come here.” He said, pulling her up and onto him. Their mouths connected once more, both moaning in need until Joey pulled back, grabbed her pillows and laid them down for him to lay back on. He reached for her hands and said, “You said you wanted to ride my face, so let’s fucking do this.”

Arty stared in shock at first before moving clumsily to climb over him, her thighs resting on each side of his head and her hands coming to grip the headboard in front of her, she looked down at Joey who was staring back with blown pupils and absolute hunger.

He used his hands to adjust her before diving in and she could do nothing more but moan along with each movement he made, her hips jerking at the sensations shooting up through her from her sensitive core. Joey’s nose nudged her clit as he sucked on lips, causing her to cry out and jerk up instinctively from the overstimulation.

Joey reached up and held her thighs down firmly, digging in more as he buried his tongue in her. Arty could feel herself becoming light-headed from the sensation as tears started to streak down her cheeks. She let go of the headboard and instead pressed her palms against the wall area above it, arching her back and pushing down onto Joey as she chased another high building up.

Joey let go of her right thigh and slapped her ass as if to spur her on and within moments she was crying out hoarsely as the knot in her stomach snapped.

Everything went white for a moment and then Arty realized she was laying down now on the bed again, breathing heavily as she turned her head and stared at Joey. He was still laying in the same place, completely soaked and breathing heavily.

“I’ve never.. Ever had a girl squirt like that. Holy fuck Arty.” He said huskily as he sat up and stared at her.

She smiled back at him. “I can do it more than once too if I’m into a guy.”

Joey just stared at her, his eyes unreadable. “Are you into me?”

“What type of question is that?” She asked incredulously. “I literally just squirted on you because I got extra horny when your nose kepting rubbing against my clit. If that isn’t the strangest thing I’ve said or you’ve heard a partner say, then I don’t know what will convince you.”

Joey laughed at that and looked down before staring back up. “I think I’m in love.” He said half-jokingly.

“Same.” She teased back before moving over to him again, this time her hand crawling across his boxer briefs and gripping his bulge firmly, her palm stroking up and down it. “Now.. I’m ready for the real thing.”

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She wasn’t sure how long they were fucking. It felt like an eternity. All she knew was that she lost track after her third orgasm how many she was currently on. She was soaked in sweat, her body humming with sensations she’d never felt before, and her muscles aching deliciously. She knew she wasn’t going to be walking tomorrow after the pounding she was taking to her pussy.

Joey had her this time flat on the bed, leaning over her with his arms caged around her head as he leaned down, his face close to hers as his eyes were squeezed shut from the sensation of it all.

He opened his eyes and they made contact with hers. “Fuck,” he moaned.

"Fuck Arty. You drive me crazy." He said before going back to her mouth and biting her lower lip. His mouth danced over hers as he kept pumping into her. Arty ran her hands over his strong back and let her fingers settle on each one of his massive back muscles. Joey began going so hard she pulled her mouth away and started moaning loudly.

"God Joey!" Arty kept her mouth open, occasionally letting a moan out.

Joey looked at her and began letting his saliva run into Arty’s mouth. She accepted this gladly, savoring his taste. Joey moaned when he saw Arty swallow his spit and then he brought his mouth back to hers. The two kept kissing with Joey now pounding her vagina fast and hard, but the only thing Arty could feel was pleasure. Arty had never known how good intercourse could be until this moment. Again, the now familiar snap of the knot in her core left her crying out voiceless as her eyes rolled back from the pleasure.

Within moments he was following and shouting profanities, his back tightening as his head buried into her neck as he panted in exhaustion.

Joey collapsed on her, completely exhausted and sore.

Arty laid there, breathing heavily as she reached up to stroke his sweat-covered back, careful to not press against the scratch marks she left down his broad back, making a note to herself to help him put some ointment on them so they didn’t get irritated.

Joey hissed as he gingerly pulled out of her, careful with the condom he was wearing as he took it off and carelessly tossed it in the trash can near her dresser, hoping he didn’t miss, but not really worried greatly. Instead, his attention turned towards Arty who was staring back at him with a sleepy smile.

“Well,” she said drowsily. “That was absolutely the top 5 fucks of my life. You literally took all top 5 places, including when you went down on me and let me ride your face. The other 3 or 4 that had actually fucking extend it into the top 6.” She rambled.

Joey smiled at her, leaning over to press a kiss against the crown of her head before saying, “wanna sleep for a bit? Then we can eat and hang out.”

She nodded along with the idea, pulling him down next to her and reaching over for the remote near her bed. Within moments cooler air was filtering the room from the AC as they laid there and cooled down. “Anything you say, Italian Stallion.”

Joey was quiet for a moment before turning to her and saying, “Please tell me that won’t be my new name in your phone.”

“Oh it will. That or Big Dick Daddy. Maybe even Fuckbuddy Freak.” She said back with a giggle as Joey groaned. “Big Dick Bosa, it’ll be then.”

“As long as I get to change your name on my phone to “Arty Squirts-A-Lot.”

“Deal,” she said nonchalantly. “You’ll learn quick enough, Bosa, that I am not one who gets embarrassed easily. I do the embarrassing.”

Joey laid there with a smile before turning over and saying, “How are you real?”

“Ask my parents.” She quipped back. “They’ll tell you.”

“Go to bed, Arty.”

“Only if you spoon me.”

Joey flipped her over, pulling her back flushed against his chest, and pulling the discarded comforter from the foot of the bed up and over top of the two of them. “Go to sleep, babe.” He muttered and pressed a kiss to the crown of her head before laying his head back down.

She “hmmed” at him in response and then it was quiet as the two dozed off.

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boltupbitches · 11 months

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Sliding in the DMs Part VIII

WARNING: 18+ CONTENT AHEAD

(also there is likely a few typos and mistakes. I'll go through and clean up on a later date.)

Joey was on the phone talking with Nick about recovery for an upcoming game when his phone pinged. “Yeah I mean I’d try that…” He trailed off as he saw the notification that Arty had just posted on her Instagram stories.

“Yeah I’m thinking of maybe trying water-based workouts in the off season. We could hit up Mike when we’re back in Fort Lauderdale and -” “Are you fucking kidding me?” Joey suddenly snaps.

Nick pauses for a few moments and said, “Dude it’s just water workout. What’s the fucking problem?”

“No - not that. Fucking Arty with her fucking shit..” Joey bitched.

“The girl you’re dating with the hot sister?” Nick asked.

“Yes - wait - how do you know she has a sister?” Joey asked.

“Not gonna lie - I looked her up when you mentioned Arty’s real name. Wasn’t hard to find since you followed her. Then, I found a pic of her sister tagged in it and did a follow request. She’s a real hotty.” Nick drew out.

“That’s a conversation for another time. Why the fuck is she out with this dude? She must really want me to fucking show up there because I told her I’m not playing these fucking games.” Joey rages.

She shared an additional video in her stories of a tiktok with the sound "Ladies unless he asks you to be his girlfriend you're single."

“Did she tag the location?” Nick asked, suddenly more animated again in the conversation. “I’d show up if I were you.”

“No she fucking didn’t. I’m texting her now.” Joey said.

After a string of angry texts he sent her, he told Nick he’d call him back and quickly tried her cellphone. After the third ring, he got her voicemail. He hung up and tried again two more times. By the fourth try he decided to leave her a message. “Artemis Thermopoli - you think this is fucking funny? Do you really want to play games? I fucking warned you not to go with that fucking guy tonight and you did anyways. Drop the fucking address because I swear to god that I’ll call every goddamn restaurant in the LA radius that’s open this late until you fucking answer me back. I told you I’m not fucking playing this game with you - you’re my goddamn girl.”

He hung up and flung his phone on the couch, panting heavily as he suddenly got up and paced the floor. The nearby decorative vase his mom picked out was sticking out to him in a way that somehow managed to enrage him further. He picked it up and chucked it across the room, watching it shatter into pieces on the floor. He paced some more before dropping back down onto the couch, this time face first and cussing into the throw pillow beneath him.

Just as he was about to make good on his word about calling every restaurant open at 10:30pm in the LA area, his phone pinged again. He quickly snatched it off the coffee table and opened the Instagram app again.

Arty was sharing to her stories again. This time, a picture of a dinner plate with the caption, “Pi on Sunset is one of the best mediterranean restaurants in West Hollywood 🥙.”

Joey felt a mix of anger burst in him and then excitement. He was for sure crashing this date. Without a fucking doubt. Opening his contact to her in imessage, he saw that she had read his texts 5 minutes ago, choosing to leave him on ‘read’. He’d get her back for that too.

Snatching his keys off his kitchen table, he ran out the door, stopping for just a moment to lock his door and text a quick “omw” to her before getting in his car and taking off down the street.

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“So… what do you do other than work in finance? Any hobbies?” Arty asked with fake interest.

The man sitting across from her, Jared, was ok… he seemed like a decent guy overall. He had a good paying job, was well-educated, polite and not inappropriate, conventionally attractive… he just wasn’t Joey. And that bothered Arty that since meeting Joey Bosa, there had been no other man that compared to him and how insane her attraction was to him.

Prior to seeing Joey, she didn’t ever consider the athlete type. Her ex-boyfriend from a few years ago was a skinny guy who did graphic design part-time and worked at Starbucks. And prior to that she dated a guy that worked as a nurse who was also of average build.

Joey had an impressive physique, an addictive personality, and Arty had never experienced such an attraction to anyone else before that she was experiencing with him.

Just as Jared was listing off his hobbies (golfing being one of them - no surprise there), Arty felt her phone vibrate on her lap. She discreetly peaked down at her screen and saw a text from Joey saying, “omw” and suddenly, with the burst of excitement and elation at the idea of him coming there for her, she stared back at an oblivious Jared with all the attention in the world.

She just hoped the LAPD didn’t arrest Joey who was likely speeding to get there from his place.

“You know, Jared, it’s been a great night getting to know you, but I know we’re both expecting an early morning tomorrow. I’ll flag the waitress down for our bill.” She said sweetly, painting a kind smile, hoping he’d say ok so she could just wait for Joey outside.

Jared, oblivious to her internal turmoil, waved his hand dismissively. “No, that’s fine Artemis. I’m going to order us dessert before we go.”

Arty’s smile slipped slightly and her brow twitched in annoyance. She didn’t need his permission to do so, she was telling him she wanted to get the bill and end the date. “Well, I think -”

Just then the waitress walked up to them, “Will you two be ordering anything else?”

“No, we’re go-” “Yes, please” Jared interrupted her.

Arty shot him an incredulous glare that he’d do so, but he wasn’t even looking at her as he picked up the tiny dessert menu next to him and was perusing the menu. “That’s not needed.” Arty said kindly, “I don’t want any.”

Again, Jared ignored her and told the waitress, “Two slices of the New York style cheesecake, please.”

The waitress looked at Arty curiously for a minute, who was too busy staring irately at her date to notice the confirmation.

Jared nodded at the waitress who thanked them and walked off to get their order. “You seem like a cheesecake girl.”

“Oh?” Arty asked flatly, no longer pretending to give a fuck about the date after he rudely interrupted her and ignored her. “I’m more of a cannoli or baklava girl actually.”

“I don’t know what the second one is.” Jared said, “Is it Indian or something?”

Arty stared for a moment - caught off guard by his remark. This guy after all told her he loved Greek food, but yet didn’t know the most popular dessert dish in not only Greece, but the Mediterranean. “No, it’s Greco-Turkish food. Super popular in the Mediterranean.”

“Never heard of it.” He took a sip of his wine. “So, I was thinking we could do this again sometime if you’d like.”

“Well, honestly -”

“She can’t because she’s already got a boyfriend, buddy!” Joey called as stomped around the corner, a nervous waiter following after him, trying to get him to stop.

“Joey!” Arty perked up.

“Joey?” Jared stared in confusion at her before looking at the hulking figure of the 6’5” outside linebacker stomping their way. “What - I mean.. Wait - Joey Bosa?” He pointed at Joey.

“Joey I’m on a date!”

"It's over. Tell your boy you're in a relationship." He demanded

“Sir - I am going to have to ask you to leave before I call the police. We are not only getting ready to close, but you also have no reservation here.” The waiter buts in, reaching his hand out to stop Joey from approaching any further.

“I’m here for my girlfriend and then I’ll be out of your fucking restaurant.” He said rudely. “Arty, I told you that I’d be on my way. Let’s fucking go.”

Arty smiled at him and said, “Girlfriend? I don’t see a girlfriend here. I think you’ve mistaken me with someone else Joey.” She was very coy about it, hoping he’d take the bait.

“Artemis Thermopoli. We will do this one of two ways: we walk out hand in hand or I carry your ass over my shoulder and out the door. You decide and do it quick. I’m over this shit.” He snapped.

Arty pretended to think for a moment before turning to Jared and saying, “Sorry, Jared. But I think for your sake and that poor waiter’s sake,” Who of which was heading to the front desk to call the police while a nearby hostess was watching their scene unfold with rapt attention, “I’ll be heading out with my good friend here.” She tossed a fifty on the table to cover her portion of the meal. “Enjoy the cheesecake.”

She got her coat, draped it over her shoulder and walked towards Joey.

“Can we do this again sometime?” Jared called.

“I think the fuck not unless you want a visit while you’re in the hospital, dude.” Joey answered for her, shooting a murderous glare at him.

“Woah - no problem dude. I got it. She’s your girl,” He laughed nervously, “I had no idea she was taken. Big fan by the way. Go Buckeyes!” He stuck both hands up in surrender.

Joey made an unimpressed ‘hmm’ sound and started walking back the way he came. Arty following after him.

He stopped at the front and asked, “So, you call the police yet?”

The hostess, who had since made it to the front, answered, “Nope. Do you need a private room to speak? What can we get you?” Her eyes darted to Arty curiously.

“No need. I got what I was here for.” He said and waved in thanks at them.

Joey walked out the door and turned towards Arty who was still walking behind him. He reached his hand out and she swatted it away. He grunted and tried to grab her hand, only for her to once again swat it. “Knock the shit off, Arty!”

“Nope. Only boyfriend and girlfriend hold hands.” She said pointedly. “I’ll get an Uber and meet you back at my apartment.”

Joey chuckled darkly. “Again with this shit.. And the fuck you are. I’ll give you a ride back to my place for the night.”

Arty ignored him and got on the Uber app. She slipped her jacket on and was searching for a driver when suddenly she was up in the air and facing downwards, with a loud grunt from beneath her, she found herself over the shoulder of Joey, her head facing the rear of him as he walked in the direction of his car.

“Joey - are you fucking serious? What the fuck?” She shouted, taking her free hand and slapping him on the ass. Her palm stinging from colliding with nothing but firm muscle. “Put me down.”

“We’re almost there. Stop yelling.”

“Seriously, if you drop me, I’m going to be so pissed and I’ll never talk to you again.”

“You’re not even half my weight. I lift weights heavier. You’re fine.” He stopped walking and gingerly put her down on her feet, being sure to steady her as she was wearing heels. He paused to look her over from head-to-toe. “You look beautiful tonight, babe.”

Arty blushed and was flustered at the compliment. “Thanks.. But I’m still mad at you!”

“No you’re not.” He rolled his eyes. “Otherwise you wouldn’t have been teasing me all fucking night. I swear you like seeing me lose it over you.”

“I do not!”

“You do.” He stared in amusement at her, “I fucking know you do. You get some type of sexual kick from this? You make me so mad I just want to fuck the brattiness out of you.”

Arty felt the heat in her stomach pull at his words. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Joey nodded in amusement and opened the passenger door for her, “Alright. Get in.” He looked at her expectantly.

She begrudgingly did so with him closing the door after her. He slid in on his side and buckled up, starting his car and pulling out of the parking lot onto the glitzy West Hollywood streets.

On the drive back to his place he suddenly says, “Artemis Renee Thermopoli.. you just love to piss me off, don’t you?”

He’s gripping the wheel in a vice grip and not looking at her. He’s pissed again, radiating anger. Arty is squirming in the passenger seat with excitement and happiness. She knows what’s coming.

“Sometimes.” She says innocently.

Joey was a block from his house when he turned towards her at the red light and said, “Any plans you got tomorrow are going to need canceled cause there is no way you’re walking after tonight.”

“Is that a threat?” She asked.

“Nope - a fucking promise.”

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Arty was crying out loudly as she lay with her head pressed against the bunched up comforter beneath her. Joey was railing her from behind with so much force, she had to grip the corner of the mattress to keep from moving forward with each thrust.

Joey had his hand pressed into her back, keeping her back arched a certain way that he knew she liked and the other gripping her waist tightly to hold her in place. Even in his ‘punishment’ for her he prioritized her pleasure. Nothing beat seeing her this way, so raw and vulnerable to him.

The second they made it in the doorway of his house he had her dress up and over her head, legs around his waist, and her back pressed into the wall as they made out.

At some point, after fucking on the couch and the island in his kitchen, they made it to his bedroom.

Something Joey had never experienced before Arty was sex with someone with just as high of a stamina. He once asked her if she was a nymphomaniac and she unabashedly said, “yeah. If it’s good sex, I love it.” And he wouldn't lie that it for sure boosted his ego a bit to know she enjoyed it so much with him.

Just as he felt his sack tighten, he felt Arty’s hand push against him, letting him know to stop. He did so immediately and pulled out. “You ok?” He gasped, “Too much?”

“No, no.” She gasped and sat up. “I wanna ride you.” She was panting, her makeup smudged and her face flushed with red. Joey thought she looked beautiful. “Please, Joey.” She broke his daydream.

Joey nodded and sat back against the pillows towards the headboard. Arty mounted him, pressing her hand on the center of his chest, toying with the chest hair growing there, before gasping as she sunk down on his cock. “Fuckkk.” She moaned as Joey dropped his back in bliss at the warmth the enveloped his member. “It’s so big..” She breathed into his ear as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

“All for you.” Joey panted back.

“All for me?” She asked breathily, looking into his eyes as she bit her lip and increased her pace.

Joey nodded and said, “And you’re all for me? My girl?” He asked hopefully.

Arty grinned at that and nodded. “All for you, baby.” She gripped his hand in hers and pressed it against the part of her chest where her heart was.

Joey smashed his lips into hers as he picked up the speed and pistoned into her from below.

Arty moaned against his lips and pulled away suddenly. “I’m gonna cum again!” She cried as she felt the familiar knot build in her belly.

“Come on, baby. Let me see you.” Joey reached down and rubbed furiously at her sensitive nub.

Arty opened her mouth with a silent scream as her vision blackened at the intensity of her orgasm.

Joey followed a few moments after, the gush of her cumming and the tightness enveloping his cock being too much for him.

He laid back spent as Arty leaned into his chest, equally soaked in sweat, body sore, and sated in her appetite.

Joey chuckled and said, “I just realized that I never really did ask you to be my girlfriend. So, to make sure what we just said earlier counted.. Will you be my girlfriend, Arty?”

Arty smiled bashfully at him and nodded. “Of course. It’s all I’ve wanted since day one.” She admitted.

Joey smiled lovingly at her and said, “I fucking love you.”

Arty stared in absolute shock at that. Too stunned to speak.

Joey, finally realizing what he admitted, said, “Shit. That’s too soon. I’m sorry. You’re not expected to say it back. I wasn’t fucking thinking and I’m such a fucking idiot -”

“I love you too.”

“I mean - wait - what?” He asked dumbly.

“I love you too.” She smiled adoringly up at him, still laying against him in their post coital bliss. “I am pretty fucking crazy about you in a way I’ve never been about anyone else. I love all of you.”

“Nose and all?” He joked weakly, his eyes stinging a bit with tears.

“Nose and all.” She confirmed, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.

They made out languidly before Arty lifted off of him, separating with a hiss as he slipped out of her.

“You want to take a bath?” Joey asked her.

She nodded and held her hands out. “You’re gonna have to carry me there, caveman. You broke my pussy and my legs for the next day or so.”

Joey chuckled and lifted her up, carrying her towards the bathroom. He sat her on the toilet as he got the bath ready.

As the water was warming up, he felt Arty staring at him. Finally, he turned and asked her, “What are you staring at?” He was playful.

“Just a man I love deeply who is also my boyfriend.”

“Wow - sounds like a real winner.” He joked.

“Oh, he is. He also has a big dick.” She said bluntly causing Joey to cough loudly at that. “Which I love because -”

Joey held a finger to her lips. “We are literally taking a bath to help you with being sore from almost four rounds of sex. Don’t start what you can’t finish.”

Arty winked at him mischievously, “My mouth and hands are working just fine, baby.”

Joey groaned at that and said, “What am I going to do with you?”

Arty shrugged, “Love me, feed me, and fuck me.”

“A way to a woman’s heart.” Joey said sarcastically.

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boltupbitches · 5 months

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Sliding in the DMs Part XV

“So, you just run off and marry the first whore you can find back in LA?” John spat down the phone.

Joey had his head down, rubbing his temples as he listened to his dad bark down the phone at him the last 5 minutes or so. As soon as he heard the word ‘whore’ leave his dad’s mouth in relation to his wife, he was pissed. His head snapped back up and he glared at his phone screen, knowing his dad couldn’t see him through the speaker.

“I swear to fucking God, dad if you ever call my wife that again… it’ll be the last time.” He promised.

“Are you seriously fucking threatening me, Joseph? You ungrateful fucking asshole?” His dad continued to rage. “Have you lost your goddamn mind? You ice us out for months on end during the regular season, then, unbeknownst to me or even your mother - hell even Nick didn’t know - you have been dating and living with a woman for months. And you’re married?” His dad stopped for a moment to breathe. “That’s always been your goddamn problem - ever since you were a kid. You’re so goddamn selfish and only think about yourself. Why can’t you be more like -”

“Nick?” Joey interrupted him. The name tasted bitter on his tongue.

John says nothing.

“Go on,” Joey said bitterly, “Finish what the fuck you were going to say! Why can’t I be more like Nicky, right? Why can’t I just listen and follow directions? Why do I have to show my feelings and be so emotional, right?”

Arty was on the other side of the bedroom door, her head leaning against it as she heard the pain in her husband’s voice. It broke her heart.

“Joey…” His dad started to say but was cut off by Joey again.

“Don’t fucking bother. Sorry I guess, for continuing to be the disappointing son of the two. I’m sure you guys will get your dream wedding from Nick, as soon as he wins another DPOY and the Super Bowl, right? I mean, clearly whatever I have going on is just a fucking problem like usual. Save it, Dad.”

Joey ended the call and tossed his phone across the room, hearing it crack loudly against the wall it collided with.

He laid back on the bed, tears quietly pouring down his cheeks. He didn’t even lift his head when he heard Arty enter, knowing she was outside the entire time, worried about him.

She crawled onto the bed and gently touched his shoulder, a silent request of permission to comfort him.

He squeezed her hand, pulling her gently into him.

They lay there, Arty gently caressing his back as he turned to bury his head into her neck, his shoulders shaking with inaudible sobs. He was in so much pain.

Arty promised herself in that moment that she’d never let another person get away with speaking to him like that again.

The phone calls had been rough the last few hours.

Joey spoke first with his agent, who in return was working with PR to develop a brief press release acknowledging his marriage and asking for privacy. It went better than expected. All professional - nothing personal in the midst.

The next call was from his mom, who was upset and distraught with him. He sat quietly as he listened to her lament over the phone how foolish it was to not only marry and not tell anyone but to also keep an entire relationship a secret for so many months at a time. “Honestly, Joseph, some days it's two steps forward and five steps back with you. You need to communicate better!” His mom lectured.

He felt guilty while listening to her. She cared. He knew she did. Just as he knew she was heartbroken not to witness her firstborn marry the love of his life. In the back of his mind, however, he couldn’t help but think she was probably thinking the one thing he’d heard most of his life. ‘Why can’t you be more like Nick?’

It was the one thing that made him hate Ohio State before making the decision to go there as a high schooler for the coaching staff - not due to family loyalty at all. It was the one thing that sometimes made him wish he stayed number 99 and left the number 97 go. It was the exact words he heard over and over in his childhood - his teen years, and now even as an adult.

He wasn’t like Nick and that was a problem in his family.

Why couldn’t he just be Joey?

Talking with his dad was by far the worst. The second he answered his dad’s insistent calls, it was a shit show of swear words, aggression, disapproval, and anger. Joey knew one thing - his temper came from his dad, yet his old man could outdo him any day in the display of it.

Arty had excused herself during Cheryl's call to speak to her grandparents who were in Greece. He wasn’t sure about the whole outcome of that call, but he was assuming it went better based on how much calmer Arty was than he currently was.

They lay there for a while, Arty hugging him tightly to her and pressing kisses to his temple as he continued to cry against her neck. The heartbreak was unbearable.

At some point, both fell asleep in the midst of the emotional rollercoaster and exhaustion. What was supposed to be a beautiful honeymoon was now a headache less than 48 hours after signing their marriage license. Arty knew one thing as she slipped into a much-needed sleep, she was tired of other people shitting on her husband. That was going to change.

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They spent the rest of their honeymoon enjoying the beaches, going out on the yacht rental Joey made, touring local attractions, and enjoying each other’s space.

Joey’s phone was wrecked and he had to buy a new phone on the island the next morning. He was taking his time in actually activating it and moving his stuff over to it. Arty was largely ignoring her phone, with the exception of a text to Athena with the promise that she’d explain everything soon. Her sister was clearly upset with her but didn’t push it further.

Arty still hadn’t heard from her parents yet. And that wasn’t a surprise. It wasn't in the Thermopoli way to confront people over the phone. That was something done in private and in person. Arty was certain once news got back to her parents that she’d be in Florida in a week or so, they’d come find her or summon her home. She didn’t dwell too much on it. There was nothing they could do after all. She was a grown woman.

Joey was currently sitting next to her, his hands busy at work as he was building a sand castle underneath the shade of their cabana.

Arty made a note to get him to put more sunscreen on before he went into the sunlight again. He definitely burned a lot easier than her.

She watched as his hands were gently packing sand into the side of one wall, a stick nearby him that he used to draw up a grid for the size.

It was endearing to see him like this. Carefree and consumed by something she hadn’t done since she was a child.

Joey felt her eyes on him because he looked up at her and flashed a happy grin her way, his eyes squinting as he did so.

She grinned back, unable to stop her heart from skipping a beat at how happy he was making her feel at that moment. “I love you.” She told him softly.

Joey’s face flushed a little bit and he said softly in return, “I love you too.”

He turned back to his castle for a few minutes as she watched on.

At some point, while Arty was lost in her thoughts and staring blankly in front of her, Joey turned back around and tapped her foot gently.

She shook out of her daze and made a noise of acknowledgment to him, “hmm?”

“Come build a sandcastle with me.” He urged her, “I need someone to get the other end so I don’t move and knock this wall down accidentally.”

Arty giggled at that and climbed off the chair, joining him on the other end and listening to him explain his vision for the structure. She followed along diligently, her hands carefully packing and sculpting the sand, the same way she watched Joey do for the last half hour.

It was a peaceful quiet, just the sound of sand shifting as they worked, accompanied by the ambiance of the ocean waters and the seagulls squawking in the light breeze. It was gorgeous.

She wanted to stay here forever with him. Just in the moment of peace and tranquility. She would be lying to herself if she said she wasn’t terrified of what was next. Their bubble had shrunk over time and now it had burst. Their relationship wasn’t theirs anymore. Their families knew. Their friends, coworkers, and employers knew. Random people on the internet. Chargers fans and haters. The list just added on. Sure, Joey didn’t command the star attention that his brother or even bigger name players like Burrow or Mahomes commanded. Yet, she was sure there would be some buzz generated because the amount of activity blowing up her phone was more than enough proof that even with a smaller celebrity presence, Joey Bosa garnered enough attention, good and bad, for this story.

Arty wanted to envelop Joey in the safety of her arms. She wanted to protect him from the hurtful words of others. She watched him silently battle these last couple of months with his mental health, particularly his depression and anxiety. She didn’t want him to feel alone or not supported.

She paused in her construction, her eyes taking in the gentle movements of Joey’s hands. She watched as his roughened digits gently smoothed down the slope of one of the support walls, his hands shaking just slightly as he focused on the details. She noted his trigger finger pinky still stuck in its bent position as he worked the best he could with the other four digits on his hand.

She noticed so much about him. From the way his eyes squinted when he smiled, to the way he’d rub his neck when nervous. Joey was like a puzzle that she’d never grow tired of putting together. To her, he was perfectly imperfect and she loved him the way he was.

Joey stopped at some point and looked up at her as she gazed at him with a soft look in her eyes. He blushed and dipped his eyes downwards before looking back up with a smile. “Why are you just staring at me.”

“Because I love you,” Arty said simply. “Because each time I look at you, I’m reminded how much I love you and all things I love about you.” She smiles at him.

Joey stares back, his eyes starting to prick with tears as he swallows thickly. “I love you too.”

He felt a tear spill out and slide down his cheek as another soon followed.

Arty got me carefully, not wanting to ruin his hard work, and came over to his side. She offered him a hand and helped him stand up. She reached for the towel on the lounge chair and wiped her hands free of sand.

She turned back to Joey and wiped the tears gently from his cheeks as he continued to cry quietly. She pulled him down with her onto the lounge chair, pulling him into her as she wrapped her arms tightly around him, her hand running through his hair as she soothed him.

They remained like that for a bit before Joey pulled back and leaned his forehead against hers. His eyes were closed for a few moments as he breathed slowly, in and out, before opening his eyes and staring back at her. “I don’t know where I’d be without you.” He confessed quietly. “You are the only person that I have in my corner, without judgment or criticism. With you, I can just be me. I don’t have to be anyone I’m not. Thank you.”

Arty smiled, trying to hold her own tears back as she pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Anything for you. It’s you and me forever, baby.”

He smiled at that. “Forever. There’s no other way I’d want it.”

They laid back on the lounge chair, holding each other in their arms as they enjoyed the sounds of the waves against the sand.

Whatever happens tomorrow will be dealt with then. Arty just knew that in that moment they weren’t going to let anyone else ruin their honeymoon and time together as newlyweds. She knew it would piss everyone off, but her only text to everyone was that when they got back to the U.S., they’d answer questions. If no one could accept that then they’d just have to wait like everyone else.

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boltupbitches · 1 year

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Imagine if you and Joey were doing the deed and you ask him to choke you and he gets all like 😳😳😳 but then he does it and it just awakens something in him.

Ugh daddy 😩😩😩

Safeword - Joey Bosa

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She wasn't sure at what point it happened, but Joey went from pounding her into the mattress to halting balls deep and just staring in shock at her. It was almost comical if it wasn't for the fact that his lower body at all of his weight pushing into her, her cervix was now aching at the pressure, and she was still horny as fuck.

"What did you say?" He asked hoarsely. His hair was dangling in damp strands down his face; still damp from the shower and now the sweat from their fucking. He was holding himself braced above her as she stared back in her own state of shock.

"Umm.. Go harder?" She said meekly.

"No, no not that. After that?" His eyes were serious and he had no expression now.

"Oh god.." She immediately covered her face in embarrassment.

"I'm not going to move until you tell me." He said with a smirk now.

"I can't."

"You can.. I think I heard you say something like, "Yes, go harder! Choke me, daddy!" He teased in a terrible impression of her voice.

She said nothing and just whined in embarrassment. "I'm sorry.."

"Don't apologize! I mean, I've never done that before.. but I mean.." He trailed off.

She lowered her hands and stared back at him in surprise at what appeared to be excitement at the prospect. "You would?"

"Yeah, if you are comfortable and want me to."

She stared back at him for a moment and he raised his eyebrow, slowly starting to rock his hips a bit. She squirmed at the jolt that shot up through her core. She pressed at his torso to sit upwards and then reached for his right arm.

He watched intently as she trailed it up her waist, through the valley of her breasts, and to her mouth where she pressed a kiss to his palm. Then, she lowered it to rest at her neck.

Joey watched with a bated breath as she made a squeezing motion on his hand and moaned. His eyes shot to her's as she stared back earnestly.

"Choke me, daddy." She begged quietly and Joey felt the switch in him click.

He knew for certain that neither of them were going on that planned beach day tomorrow after tonight's round. They'll be in bed late into the afternoon for sure.

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boltupbitches · 1 year

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Anti-Hero - Joey Bosa

He walked through the patio doors and out to the dock where is boat was tied up. There she was. His fiance. Sitting on the boat dock with her feet draped over the side, her bare feet swinging back and forth.

As he got closer and was about to yell for her, she had turned her head instinctively at the sound of footsteps approaching.

Her eyes widened and shock and the cigarette she very clearly had in her mouth dropped out and into the water below as she stared at him.

Joey was livid.

He was sure she broke that habit when she moved in with him after finishing college at OSU. Yet, here she was huffing away on a cigarette not far from him.

"What the fuck?!" He said loudly, stomping loudly now the rest of the way down the dock.

Just as she was standing and trying to tuck away her pack of cigarettes, frantically trying to hide what she had left.

Joey reached out quickly and snatched the pack from her hands, turning around and pitching the thing out into the water front.

She stared in shock at the rippling water where it sank. She turned back to Joey, now pissed off herself.

"Are you fucking serious, Joseph! That's fucking littering!"

"Yeah, well maybe you shouldn't be putting that cancer shit in your body! Are you fucking serious? What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking that I can do what I want and one fucking cigarette isn't the big of a deal!"

Joey scoffed loudly and turned around again to her, this time with a sarcastic smile. "One? Really just one? Try two, then three, and then it's a whole fucking pack, babe! That's how addiction works!"

"Says the guy who used to experiment with shit in college." She shot back.

"That's not fucking fair! I got into some stupid shit outside of the weed we smoked and I paid for it. I straightened that shit up and I no longer do any of that."

"Whatever, Joey. I'm glad you are now a reformed saint. Leave me the fuck alone now, please." She nudged past him, ready to stomp into the house and pout about it... even if he did have a valid point.

Joey wasn't going to let it go. "I'm not joking, babe. No more of that shit. You know how dangerous it can be to your lungs."

She turned around and pointed at him. "I know. I fucking know! I am tired and stressed and I just needed a moment to my goddamn self! I'm so sorry I smoked one cigarette for the first time in six years! Maybe think about asking why the fuck I am so god damn stressed that I'm resorting to smoking!"

Joey stared at her in confusion. "Why are you smoking again?"

His fiance stared back at him and blinked for a moment, expecting a rude or sarcastic retort instead. "Because I feel trapped in my career and I feel like between the two of us you have so much more to offer than me. I feel like people don't see me for me, but only what they want to see me as. I feel stressed about how I can't compare to your last girlfriend and how your mom still talks fondly about her in front of me at times. I feel stressed that your dad feels the need to make digs at me about my parents' political stances and how he believes I'm essentially mooching off you. I feel stressed that every time I go to bed I can't help but think that tomorrow will be the day you'll wake up and leave me because you've grown tired of my shit for the last time. It's me! I'm the problem, ok? It's fucking me!" She burst.

Joey stared at her in concern, his brain taking a moment to process each word she said before finally drawing her into his arms tightly. He pressed a kiss to her crown. "Babe.. what? No, you're not. You are not the fucking problem. Not in this relationship and not anywhere else." He rubbed her back, continuing to press kisses to her forehead.

"I love you," He said to her. "I love you so fucking much. I don't care about Josie. I don't care what my parents think about who I should or shouldn't be with. I don't fucking care anymore what they think. I'll for sure address that shit too as soon as I see either of them. I'm marrying you in a few months. No one else. You don't need to feel like the anti-hero."

She continued to cry silently, gripping him tightly around the waist, her face buried in the thin cotton t-shirt he was wearing.

Joey gently pushed her back, tilting her head up and pressing a kiss to her lips. "Let's go for a swim and relax today, ok? I'll handle my parents and then we'll talk about your career plans. I'll do whatever you want, babe."

She nodded and pressed a kiss to his lips. "I love you too." She said with a teary smile.

"And," he started with a smirk, "no more fucking cigarettes. You want to light up anything that's safer then I no a guy here in Fort Lauderdale and back in LA. Other than that, stay away from that shit, babe."

She nodded at that and started to walk back up the dock, her hand held out to grab his. "I actually just got a new bikini." She teased him.

Joey arched an eyebrow in interest, "Oh? Who said we need swimsuits? It's just us after all." He smirked suggestively.

She smiled back at him. "Well, if that's the case... Race you there!" She took off in a run.

Joey stood there for a few moments, letting her get some distance ahead before he took off after her.

'I fucking love this girl.' He thought happily to himself.

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boltupbitches · 1 year

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Sliding in the DMs - Part III - Joey Bosa

Hints towards 18+ content ahead.

Joey felt his knee shaking as he waited impatiently for the call to come through. After a few weeks talking some more back and forth, he was finally going to get the chance to ask her out on a date. They danced around it for a while now, but he was certain that now would be the time.

Within moments her name popped up along with a pic of her he saved from a week ago. It was her cuddling her cat, Cassiopeia, on her couch. She had originally shared the picture on Instagram and when he commented on it, she had sent it to him as well with the caption, “This could be us but you playing 😉” indicating that it could be him on the couch with her.. except he couldn’t find the nerve to initiate it.

“Hey!” He greeted her.

He heard her shuffling around before coming into view. Her hair was tied up on her head and she was wearing a low cut tank top.

She smiled at him, “Hey! Sorry I just got out of the shower after working out, so I’m still a bit wet.”

Joey’s eyebrows shot up and he stared back, even more interested, “Oh? How wet are we talking here?”

She stared for a second before slapping her forehead “Oh my god..” She mumbled, embarrassed. “I walked right into that one!”

Joey laughed, mentally thankful his joke wasn’t taken too serious. “That’s me 24/7. I open my mouth, don’t think, and say stupid shit.”

“I know that by now, my dude!” She teased back. “You wouldn’t be Joey Bosa if you didn’t say stupid shit without thinking in the heat of the moment.”

He laughed at the ribbing, knowing it was true. “Well, I can promise I didn’t get on this call to point out my shortcomings as a person.” He joked.

“Nah. Twitter does that well enough.” She quipped back.

“Touche.” He said.

It was quiet for a moment before Joey started speaking again, remembering his reason for having her calling him. “So, I was thinking.. Did you want to get together sometime for dinner? My treat?”

Artemis stared for a moment in shock before answering him.. “Sure!”

“- I mean you don’t have to. I get it if you’re busy or if this is too weird - wait what?” Joey stuttered in shock.

Artemis smiled softly back at him. “I said ‘sure’ as in I’d love to go to dinner with you sometime.”

Joey just smiled happily at her and nodded. “Awesome. Cool. I mean, great!” ‘Joey, you fucking meatball!’ he thought bitterly at his stuttering. ‘Way to play it cool, you fucking loser!’

Artemis seemed to sense his internal turmoil and cut in, “I was waiting for you to finally ask, you know?”

Joey just stared, unsure of how to respond to that. He wasn’t certain of her tone, so he waited for her to continue.

Which she did with a smirk on her face. “I mean, there are only so many bikini photos you can like, comments you can make, and stories you can view on my Instagram before I start to notice a pattern..”

“And what’s that pattern?” Joey croaked.

“That you got a thing for me. Which is totally fine and I’m absolutely ecstatic over.” She said cheerfully. “Because the truth is that I also have a huge thing for you too.”

“Nose and all?” Joey joked.

“Nose and all.” She confirmed. “I’d still gladly sit on that face any day. You’re my type.” She said simply.

Joey was now sweating bullets for various reasons. One, he was usually the one making the moves and being smooth. Arty just turned that shit on it’s head and took over. And tying into that, what she was doing and saying, the revelation that she too wanted him was a lot to process mentally. Yet, his body was reacting as he could feel the familiar tightness in his groin and the rise of his heart beat. It felt like his body was buzzing with adrenaline.

“You can’t say that to me on the phone,” He groaned. “Not before I at least take you to dinner first.”

“Dinner, schminner. Grab some take out and come over to hang with me. It’ll be more comfortable anyways.” She insisted.

Joey thought about it for a few moments and then said, “Ok. Drop me your address. You like Chinese?”

“Hell yeah. General Tso’s please.” She said eagerly.

“Alright. I’ll be there in 30 then as soon as I change.” He started looking for his wallet and keys.

“Wear what you have on.” She said simply. “Not like you’ll wear it the whole time here anyways.”

Joey stopped again and cursed loudly at her blatant flirting. “I swear to God, Arty. If you are doing this to get me worked up and then end up blue-balling me, I’ll block and never talk to you again.” He threatened.

“I’m not!” She laughed. “I swear to God as a Catholic in good standing that I want you to come over and knock boots with me. Butter my bread. The wango tango. Whatever you want to call it.” She said back seriously.

Joey was quiet again, suddenly hoping to god he had condoms in his room. It had been a while. “It might be an hour instead of 30 minutes. Gotta make a stop at the store.” He told her.

She smiled back at him and understood what he meant. “Well I’ll be waiting here. I dropped my location so don’t forget to stop on by soon, Bigbear.” She winked and hung up.

Joey stared at the screen in disbelief as her address popped up. He couldn’t fucking believe it.

All this flirting and shit talking and he was about to go and do what he never thought possible.

Except in every scenario he never imagined Artemis to be the one to pick him up - metaphorically speaking. In every scenario it was him trying to win time with her. Yet, she did what she always did best as he’s learned these last few months. She surprised him, took the lead, and turned his world upside down. It was clear that she was wearing the pants in this relationship - and as someone who never experienced that before, Joey couldn't deny it intrigued him and turned him on.

Never did he think a dinner invitation would lead to sex this soon. Yet, he was about to try and discretely buy some condoms, pick up Chinese food, and make his way over to his crush's house.

Joey suddenly broke out of his periphery and made it for the door thinking to himself, “What the fuck is my life?”

And to think it started with some DM messages after a shittalking session and COD game.

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