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dear-bunnyboo · 4 months

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄: 𝐕𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 - 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐆 || 𝐉𝐎𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖

important note: my face claim will be madison beer but you can imagine whoever you desire. also the songs mentioned are not all technically all madison’s i will be incorporating other songs from other artists.

all the pictures seen below are not mine, however they were edited by yours truly. credits to the owners.

This is part of my ‘ONE-SHOT’ category in my The One Series which means you can read this as a Standalone if you want too. This sill takes place in the same au and still follows Joe and Lovebug!!! Hope that made sense 🤍

First one-shot of The One Series!! Message me if you have any confusions I can clarify!!

she’s baackkkk!!!

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Joe Burrow x Singer!Reader / Brief Ex!Jack Hughes x Singer!Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Y/N Y/L/N takes the time to show us everything inside her bag.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: cursing, social media, some fluffy moments

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐜. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐍𝐇𝐋 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐓𝐮𝐛𝐞

IN THE BAG with Y/N Y/L/N

"Hey, Vogue! It's Y/N Y/L/N, and today I will be showing you what's in my bag." You introduced yourself as you stared at the camera in front of you.

Bringing your bag up on your lap to show the camera, you smiled.

"This is my new baby. My newest purchase, the Hermès Birkin in the color—" You looked down at your bag as you finished your sentence.

"I forgot what the exact color is called but I'm pretty sure it's the Orange 30," you said looking back up at the camera.

"I have an obsession with bags, I love collecting them—bags, shoes, and jewelry, not in that order. I... might have a problem." You giggled as you slowly opened your bag and continued your introduction.

"Also, before I begin— I just want to say that big bags aren't for me. This is a medium size at best, I prefer small bags and medium-sized bags. That's because I am the type of person who would fill their bags up to the brim when given the chance and I try to avoid that cause it gives me the opportunity to bring useless things that I would never use. So, yeah— this is the biggest it could get for me." You pointed at the Birkin on your lap.

Opening the bag, you reached in before pulling out your phone, "First thing in my bag is my phone which I placed in my bag before we started filming actually." You raised your phone up facing the camera.

"That's because I usually prefer my phone either in my hand or my pocket because for some reason I don't trust having it in my bag— if that makes sense." You furrowed your eyebrows as you slightly giggled at your explanation.

"I have slight attachment issues with my phone, which— we all have these days. So, yeah— my phone is only in my bag when absolutely necessary." You finished before placing your phone on the table presented in front of you.

"Next is—" You announced as you pried your bag open wider.

"My iPad. Which I always bring with me especially when travelling which I do a lot. It's either my iPad or my laptop— or both if I am traveling. But in this case just my iPad."

"Next thing in my bag is my notebook or journal." You pulled out a baby pink notebook out of your bag before smiling at the camera.

"This is a very special and important notebook. I'm not the type of person to journal or write about my day in a notebook like a diary. I know some people do that but I could never get myself into it. However, I do something similar to journaling which is writing music." You smiled cheekily at the camera.

"Yup. So this notebook has song lyrics in it. I literally have at least five notebooks back at home that I have all gone through— filled with song lyrics of my existing songs, scrapped songs, and songs that are in my archive. This one is my newest notebook." You smiled as you scanned through the notebook within yourself as you explained— your eyes trained on the unreleased song lyrics you've written recently.

"Some people prefer writing on their notes app on their phones but personally, there is just something about writing with a pen and paper that makes it real— if that makes sense." You shrugged as you placed it on the table as well before pulling out more of your belongings from the bag.

"I also have a pen, obviously for writing. Then I have two Sharpie markers— a black and white one for my fans. Whenever I meet them they ask me to sign their stuff."

"Next is my wallet and card holder from YSL." you quickly went through the things you didn't have to explain.

"I have my shades." You pulled out the black case before pulling out the black sunglasses you frequently use— putting them on to show the camera.

"This is from Gentle Monster and these sunglasses are my most frequently used." You remove them from you and place them on the table.

"Next is— what is this? Oh, I have a mini jewelry holder." You pulled out a square-shaped box, "It's empty cause I am wearing my jewelry. But this is just for when I need to remove my jewelry, you know? For shoots and stuff— so that they don't get lost or damaged."

Rummaging through your bag to look for the next item to pull out, you settled on the three small pouches you had inside your bag— placing the nude-colored pouches on the table you smiled at the camera.

"Now, I have these cute small pouches that contain all the small items that I have. My problem with bags with no pockets or inserts is that I hate when my things are cluttered in there just flopping around. So, these mini pouches help a lot since I like being organized." you finished before opening the first pouch.

"The first pouch contains my makeup that I use solely for touching up. I also have some other items here—" you pulled out a small compact, "I have my Chanel Travel Face Palette which has a powder, blush, bronzer, and highlighter. It's all here so it's very convenient."

"Next is my Fenty Blotting Powder, for blotting— obviously." you laughed.

"Then— my concerning amount of lip product which is the majority of this pouch." You explained before pulling out your insane amount of lip products all in your hand.

"First is my favorite lip liner by Charlotte Tilbury in the shade 'Lip Cheat'. Then I have the Dior Lip Glow Oil in the shade 'Mahogany' which is my favorite shade in any lip product."

"I also have every single shade of the Rhode Peptide Lip Treatment which is concerning. I re-apply every second." You said as you opened one to re-apply just like you said.

"I literally just reached in this pouch and choose whatever I grab without even looking at it— I love it."

"Moving on from the lips— I have the Glossier Lash Stick. Then— what else? That's it for makeup. But I also have my Chanel Hand Cream which is a need for me since I travel a lot, and my hands get dry on planes— so yeah."

Looking down at the remaining items in the pouch, you smiled to yourself.

" Finally, perfume— mini perfumes. I always make sure that whenever I purchase perfumes I also buy the small ones so that I can bring them with me, since I don't like bringing the huge perfume bottles— it's an actual hazard."

"I love smelling... good. So, I do have several here on me. First is the Valentino 'Born in Roma' perfume — one is 'Intense' and the other is 'Coral Fantasy'. Finally—" you smiled down on the last perfume that was hidden in your palm before turning back to the camera.

"This— this is a tiny male perfume which is my boyfriend's. Uhm... he gave it to me 'cause I love how he smells." You smiled shyly as you giggled.

"Uhm...yeah, I just spray a little whenever I miss him and I'm traveling without him." You shook your head with a smile before moving on to the next pouch.

“This pouch has the important necessities. So, vitamins, medicine, pain killers— just in case anyone needs them.” You said before pulling out the next item.

“Next is this lavender essential oil which by the way, I can’t leave the house without.” You pointed at the camera to emphasize your point before showing the product.

“I need it whenever I feel nervous or anxious— I just put a little on my nose or behind my ear. Also, whenever I get motion sickness— which I get often whenever I’m in a vehicle for too long.”

“Hand sanitizer… very important.” You placed the pink spray bottle down the table before pulling out the final item in the pouch.

“And lastly, bandaids… and oh, my Tide Pen, in case I get a stain on my clothes.” You nodded as you placed every little thing back into the pouch it came from.

“This is the smallest pouch out of the three.” You said as you showed the camera the last pouch.

“It has my charger for my phone and iPad— and then my wired earphone which I only use if I feel too lazy to charge my AirPods.” You explained before reaching down to look for the thing you are looking for.

“Which leads us to— my AirPods. I live for music. So I cannot leave the house without any type of earphones on me.”

“Now the remains stuff in my bag— a scrunchie. I have mints, gums, and my favorite lozenges for my throat since I sing for a living. Gotta take care of that.” You shook the tin case of the candies as you showed them on camera.

“Passport! And my digital camera— Very important since again, I travel a lot.” You grabbed the remains items in your bag in your hands before turning to the camera.

“Last things in my bag are keys.” You shook the dangling objects that’s on both your hands.

“This is my car key. While the other one has my house keys, room key, and my studio key— and plus this right here—” you continued as you pointed at the small hanging keychain at the end.

“This is a small Lego keychain— it’s Batman in a pink tutu and wings.” You chuckled remembering how you gotten it in the first place.

“My boyfriend gave it to me one day for absolutely no reason whatsoever. We love building Legos together so it means something to the both of us— I gave him a matching one not long after. His is also Batman but in a blue bunny costume.” You laughed as the filming wrapped up.

“That’s everything in my bag.” You flipped your now empty bag upside down, showcasing how empty it indeed is.

“Thank you, Vogue for joining me!” You ended the video.

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𝐟𝐚𝐧1: she’s adorable 🥹🤍

𝐟𝐚𝐧2: I legit want everything in her bad ngl

↳ 𝐟𝐚𝐧3: true 😫

𝐟𝐚𝐧4: she’s so organized… she’s me.

𝐟𝐚𝐧5: THAT BAG IS TO DIE FOR 🧡🧡🧡

↳ 𝐟𝐚𝐧6: the color is crazy pretty 🤩

𝐟𝐚𝐧7: Joe’s perfume 🥲

↳ 𝐟𝐚𝐧8: I literally screamed when she said it was his perfume.

↳ 𝐟𝐚𝐧9: JOE GAVE HER HIS PERFUME. GOODBYE.

↳ 𝐟𝐚𝐧10: I want to know what he smells like (for research obviously) did anyone see the brand!?

↳ 𝐟𝐚𝐧11: no 😫 y/n was covering it in her hand.

↳ 𝐟𝐚𝐧12: y/n lowkey gatekeeping her man’s perfume

↳ 𝐟𝐚𝐧13: she really said ‘only I get to know what he smells like’ 😆

𝐟𝐚𝐧14: her having like 10,000 lip product in her little pouch is sending me cause same.

𝐟𝐚𝐧15: the prettiest girl 🩷

𝐟𝐚𝐧16: LET ME TELL YALL SUMN. MISS Y/N SMELLS GOOD GOOD. DELECTABLE EVEN. I HAVE THAT SAME PERFUME SHE HAS AND IM TELLING YOU… AMAZING 😫

↳ 𝐟𝐚𝐧17: did I just order one to know what she smells like? Yes.

↳ 𝐟𝐚𝐧18: no cause same.

𝐟𝐚𝐧19: THE LEGO BATMAT KEYCHAIN!!!

↳ 𝐟𝐚𝐧20: Joe is the standard 🥹 cause that’s so fucking cute wtf

↳ 𝐟𝐚𝐧21: they have matching keychains… somebody sedate me fr

↳ 𝐟𝐚𝐧22: they are both Lego addicts. A match made in heaven.

𝐟𝐚𝐧23: no cause what she said about having her phone in her bag makes so much sense to me cause I too have trust issues.

𝐟𝐚𝐧24: MARRY ME 🩷

𝐟𝐚𝐧25: the only thing I can afford in this video is the sharpie 💀

↳ 𝐟𝐚𝐧26: felt.

𝐟𝐚𝐧27: don’t you just love it when Joe Burrow just gives this woman something for absolutely no reason whatsoever and it gets her so giggly and shit, cause look at her looking at that damn keychain.

↳ 𝐟𝐚𝐧28: I mean honestly, Joe could give me a grain of sand and I’d react the same way.

↳ 𝐟𝐚𝐧29: HBDHDHYEGWUWHUWIW

↳ 𝐟𝐚𝐧30: 😂😂😂

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joehie9 · 2 months

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My man 😍

#joe burrow #joey burrow #cincinnati bengals #joseph lee burrow #nfl #nfl football #offseason

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meameagirl · 1 year

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hello, could you write one where Joe gets jealous because one of his nephews has a "crush" on yn? 💜💜

Nephews | Joe Burrow x Reader

Summary: Joe and you go to his bother house for a dinner when his nephews keep taking your attention from Joe.

word count: 718

Warning: jealous Joe

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You and Joe were heading over to his brother's house for a dinner that his family invited them to last night. You smiled big. “I can't see your little nephews again. Did you know they both like me a lot?” You smiled even bigger thinking about those boys.

Joe chuckled out. “You tell me that everytime we go see them Y/n” You roll your eyes. “You know it's been ages since we even saw them. You know you miss them too.” He just shakes his head while pulling up to his brother's house. The two cutest boys were outside chasing each other as you got out of the car.

Once they noticed you they ran to you yelling your name. “Y/n you here we miss you so much.” Both of them hug you tight. “Oh my look how much you two have grown up.” Joe walks around the car and pats the boy's head. “Hey to you boys.” He told them. Both of them look at him. “Hi Uncle Joe” before Joe could get another word out the boys grabbed your hand. “Come play with us”

You look over at Joe with a big smile before they pull you in the house. Joe signs. ‘’They act like I'm not here” He goes inside the house too. You sat in the living room playing some game you didn't understand but you were having fun. Joe was watching them when his brother walked to him. “You know mother taught us not to stare and that kind of stare is not good. Why are you watching them?”

He turns to his brother. “I wasn't staring, just watching them.” His brother gave him a look. “That staring is not why I want kids. That stare is jealous. So why are you jealous of my boys? " Joe shakes his head and looks over at the boys and you. “They barely even noticed I was there until I said something. They were more happy to see Y/n” His brother patted his back. “She is still new to them but don't worry once they understand football. They're gonna be bugging you more than her. Plus I believe those two got their first crush feelings.”

Joe looks at him. “With my girl?” His brother laughs. “To them she is pretty, you should be happy they like her. Maybe after all she is a keeper.'' While they were talking you were listening to the boys and teaching you how the game works. You turn to where Joe was and see him and his brother were speaking. You couldn't read their lips but Joe's body language told you what he was feeling.

You turn back to the boys. “Boys, I have an idea , want to have more fun?” They both look at you with the biggest eyes ever. Gosh they are cute. You giggles how they lookin at you like you are their favorite person ever. “Listen, wanna make Uncle Burrow a happy man for a few seconds.” They both nod. You smiled.

“Here is my plan, see him over there right.” They nod again. “Well I think he is having a bad day so why don't you two go tackle him and make his day better’’ you smiled bigger when the boys ran to Joe and tackled him. His brother starts laughing while you watch it all happen. He looks at you and mouths “thank you” to you.

Around two hours later you and Joe were getting ready to leave. Both of yall were outside when he turned to you. “I know it wasn't their idea to come after me like two football players.” You only look at him. “No clue what you are talking about Burrow. Maybe they miss you too.” He gives you a look and you shrug.”They love you, believe me they are happy to have you as their uncle. Who knows maybe they will be like you and be in the NFL” You walk to his car.

“Second, next time you don't want people to know you're jealous, control your body language. Because you suck at that.” He looks at you. “I'm good at doing that on the field , not with my girlfriend.” You open the door, “Let go home. I want kisses and cuddles from my jealous man.”

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toppersbitch · 1 year

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Joe Burrow NSFW Alphabet

18+ Minors DNI

Word Count: 1.9k

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Joe is so caring after sex! He cleans up any messes made and holds you tight. His hands run through your hair and over your skin, his lips leaving small soft kisses all over your face and neck.

He’d also be so concerned after he got too rough, let’s be honest he’d def get carried away. He’d check your body for any accidental marks, and make sure you drink enough water. He’d also tuck you in and kiss you softly.

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B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Joe has quite the body and he knows it, his abs and arms are his favorite. He loves taking off his shirt and watching your eyes wander over them. The way his arms flex as he lifts you when you’re riding him or how they look when he’s fingering you.

Joe loves loves loves your boobs! He loves when you wear lower-cut shirts, even though he would never admit it, you catch him staring or taking glances all the time. Even when you’re not having sex he loves to rest his head on them, or hold them while cuddling.

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C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

God how Joe loves to cum in your mouth! He loves when you look up at him innocently and hold your mouth open for him. He’ll then pull you up, watching you swallow, and kiss you, tasting the reminisce of himself.

His second favorite spot is your breasts, obviously! He’ll aim for them after pulling out, letting his cum cover them. It’s another excuse for him to touch them while cleaning you up after as well.

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D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Secretly loves hickies, he always complains about them afterward but at the moment he has his eyes closed, whimpering, and begging for more.

He loves hooking up in public, not directly public but in the bathroom at events or in the car. Most people hate it since it's awkward, but Joe loves a challenge, fitting the both of you into tight spaces, being quiet and keeping you quiet, or seeing how quickly he can make you cum.

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E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Joe is fairly experienced, but he can be timid. He always asks how you feel, and if he’s doing good. He loves it when you tell him what to do and guide him, sometimes he’s so worried about making sure you cum that he doesn’t, he’s very giving when it comes to sex.

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F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary, he loves watching your face and your breasts. His hands are above your head, and your hands move along his body. Not to mention being able to hold you close during more intimate moments.

Cowgirl, because he is in love with your boobs, he loves watching them bounce as you move up and down. He holds onto your hips, helping you move just right for him.

Facesitting, Joe just loves to treat you! Holding around your thighs, making you stay still as he traces the alphabet with his tongue. He loves to hear you whimper and beg for more.

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G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He tends to be giddier, keeping the air light and fun. He makes sure to complement you, admiring you. When you two participate in quickies it is full of laughs, trying to fit in the small broom closets and joking about getting caught.

On the occasion he drinks he gets very giggly, playing with your breasts and showering you with silly compliments.

When he is serious, his brows are furrowed and he is biting his bottom lip.

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H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Joe is kept, he likes to keep himself trimmed. His happy trail was thin, leading from his belly button and down.

As for the hair on his head, he loves you playing with it! Running your fingers through it, tugging and pulling on it, you name it. You loved the way a few pieces would fall out of place onto his forehead.

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I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Joe is so romantic! He showers you with the utmost of compliments, taking his sweet time with foreplay when he can. Joe spends time learning your wants and needs, paying attention t your body. He is so widely in love with you, you’re all he wants and dreams about.

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J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

At first, Joe felt guilty thinking about you while he jacked off. But, his mind always wandered to you and your body, it took him so long to accept it as okay, it even took your telling him so.

Now with away games and all the traveling you provided Joe with a few pictures, even calling and masturbating over the phone. You’re the only thing on his mind as he jacks off, even catching himself moaning your name when he's cumming.

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K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Praise Kink, he loves being told how good he’s doing and telling you as well. Sex with Joe is filled with compliments and encouragement

“You’re doing so good for me baby, “That's it, just like that,” “You’re so good for me”

Oral/Face-sitting, Joe loves to eat you out, taking any chance he can whether it's by getting down on his knees and holding you up or pulling your heat down and onto his face

“Just hold still for me,” “You like it when I do this don't you?” “You taste so good,”

Size Kink, ‘Big Dick Joe’ obviously, loves you struggle to take all of him, watching your eyes water as he pushes into your mouth farther or when he has to go slow and stretch you out

“It’s okay baby you can take it,” “That’s it, just a little more,” “So tight for me,”

Boobs, he just loves your boobs, playing with them, sucking on them, even fucking them

“Look how beautiful they are,” “They’re all mine,”

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L = Location (favorite places to do they do)

Joe loves doing it on the dining or kitchen table, it puts you at the perfect height for him. His dick aligned with your pussy just perfectly, his head resting in the crook of your neck

Honorable mention goes to his car, it's his favorite place to eat you out, the excitement of almost being caught, the tinted windows blocking anyone's view.

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M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

A win! You think he would be tired after playing a good game and winning but instead, he wants to get home and get to it. The second you get in the car he has his hand on your thigh, and the second you make it into the room or house your clothes are off and he's carrying you to the bed.

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N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Degradation, Joe hates mean names and cruel teasing, let alone the thought of him saying horrible things to you. He hates words like whore and slut, they make his skin crawl

Pain, the thought of hurting you shuts him down. He could and would never hurt you, the times he has by bruises and an accidental scratch he has apologized immensely running his hands over them gently making sure you didn't wince.

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O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

As I’ve said before, Joe loves treating you. You were spoiled compared to other girls, Joe can’t keep his mouth away from you. He knows exactly what he’s doing when he’s going down, his mouth and fingers working steadily, even working in praise for you.

He also loves when you give him head, holding your head and pushing you farther. Cumming in your mouth and watching you swallow. You love it to, making him a moaning mess, like putty in your hands.

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P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

When in an intimate mood he's a slow lover, taking his time and making sure to hit every inch. He kisses every inch of your body, leaving nothing untouched.

Of course, during quickies there is a sense of urgency, he moves fast and quickly. His strokes hit you deep and fast.

Sometimes when he's in a mood, he moves roughly, taking you by surprise. He moves quickly, and in uneven strokes.

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Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies happen a lot as mentioned. In the bathrooms at events and in the car, whether it's just him making you cum, you giving him a blowjob or him fucking you.

“Let’s go to the bathroom,”

“I need you right now,”

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R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Joe’s down to experiment, nothing rough though. He treats you like a delicate flower when experimenting. Talking you through everything he’s doing and praising you as you go.

“Is this okay?” “Are you sure?” “Please tell me if it’s too much,”

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S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

His stamina is insane, he could go for many rounds. Usually, you lost count, your brain becoming so frazzled, melting at his touch.

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T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Joe likes incorporating a vibrator, holding it on your clit while he fucks you or fucking you with it as he eats you out. He loves the extra amount of pleasure it gives you, making you even more sensitive to his touch.

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U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Joe likes to think he loves to tease you, but he’s weak when it comes to you. He’s always been unsuccessful in his attempts at edging you, folding when you beg for it. He couldn’t deny you anything, you are his darling.

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V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Joe is kind of quiet, only letting out small whimpers and groans aside from the praise. He’s always been quiet though.

He loves you being loud however, it drives him over the edge that much more.

“Yes, baby say my name,” “Tell everyone whose making you feel so good,”

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W = Wild card (a random dirty headcanon for the character)

Fucking in the mirror! He loves watching the side view of himself towering above you, thrusting into you slowly, your eyes watching him as well. He’s not a narcissist but he enjoys the way he looks, especially with you.

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X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Once again ‘Big Dick Joe’, it’s definitely on the larger side. Along with his size kink, he loves hearing how big he is, and how much he's stretching you out.

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Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It's HIGH! Being away from you is the hardest thing, hence the phone sex. He is always thinking of your body, it motivates him.

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Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

He stays up until you fall asleep, he makes sure you’re okay. He worships you, bringing you water and snacks after, cuddling you. Once he hears you breathing steady and your eyes close he knows he can finally fall asleep.

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Here's a little something (not so little this took like 2-3 hours), if anyone gets ideas from this and wants me to go more in-depth send me a request <3

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joesheistyy · 1 year

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Study Help

You sat at the kitchen table, staring at your physics homework with feelings of hopelessness filling your mind and body. Studying was something you never really had to do, may subjects came easy to you. However, physics was not one of those subjects.

Papers were sprawled all over the table, stacks on stacks of homework, notes, and graded quizzes. Table real estate was beginning to become hard to come by.

After 30 minutes of staring at your textbook and reading the same line over and over, you decided to get up from the table and walk away for a bit.

Water was the first task after you stepped away for a little bit. You stood in the kitchen, your eyes focused on the fridge door as you disassociated for a minute. Things were becoming too much and when lack of understanding began to build, it was a short trip to tumble.

Joe walked into the kitchen as you continued to stare at the fridge. Not hearing him come in, you jumped when you felt a hand on your low back.

“How’s studying going, baby?” He asked, walking past you as you settled back into your comfortable stance.

“Terrible. I don’t understand a damn thing,” you huffed out, wanting to cry but not letting it out.

“What’re you studying for?” He asked as you rubbed your eyes.

“Stupid physics,” you groaned out, your hands falling to your sides.

You began to walk away from the kitchen, heading to the porch to stand outside and let fresh air hit your lungs. Joe followed, joining you in silence.

“How about I help? I used to love physics,” he spoke quietly, not wanting to startle you.

“I don’t know Joey, I just feel so stupid,” you sat down on the cushioned seat, Joe sitting down next to you.

“Y/n, you’re not stupid and you know I hate it when you say that,” he replies in a stern tone, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. You lean into him, needing the slightest bit of comfort.

"I just hate anything that involves math," you groan, wiggling to get comfortable.

"Just let me help," Joe said as he poked at your sides.

"Fine, let's go," you groaned as Joe stood up, pulling you up with him.

You both sat down at the table, Joe to your left. Your elbows propped up on the table holding your head in your hands as you stared down at the problem you had been having such trouble with.

"Which one is it baby?" he asked as you scooted the textbook toward him.

"Number 17. Something about the way it's worded just doesn't make sense," you said as you watched him read it.

"I can see how that's tricky. It is worded kinda funky," He says as he reaches for your notebook and pencil.

As Joe writes out the setup to the problem, you watch him focus. His eyes have slight crinkles in the corners as he squints to focus and his lips are pursed. He is still the most beautiful man in the world.

"Does having it set up like this help?" he asked as he slid the notebook back over to you.

"Lil bit," you say, grabbing the pencil to try to start again.

You continued to stare at the paper that Joe had written on. It still didn't make sense.

"I can see it in your eyes that that didn't help" he sighed a little bit.

"Nope, still don't get it," you huffed and set your head back in your hands.

"Watch babe, you plug this in here and put this here," he continued to show you where to place stuff in the equation, it still not making any sense where he got the numbers from.

"Any better?" he asked again, looking at you. You shook your head no. You could tell he was getting a little frustrating. How could it be so simple to him yet it made absolutely no sense to you.

"Y/n look, you plug this in here and you put this number here," he said with a little more stern voice.

"Where the fuck are you getting those numbers from?" you questioned in a confused and frustrated tone.

"Right here, y/n. They're literally in the book," he pointed with the pencil.

"I can see that, but how do I know what goes where?" you huffed, tears beginning to gloss over your eyes. Joe helping you and getting irritated reminded you of doing math homework multiple nights a week with your dad and him getting onto you for not understanding.

You stood up and walked away in defeat as tears began to spill over. It didn't make sense and you felt stupid. At this rate, giving up was easier. Joe didn't understand what he did wrong to upset you. He finished the problem and moved away from the table to follow you.

You had moved to the living room and gotten comfortable on the couch with your favorite emotional support blanket. Tears still threatened to fall, but you tried not to let them. The sound of sniffles filled the room as Joe's footsteps joined in.

"Baby, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you," Joe said as he crouched down to your level. Your head was drooping down to look at your lap, avoiding his eyes. His hand moved to your chin and brought your face up to meet his gaze.

"I didn't mean to get frustrated with you," he said and grabbed your hand.

"It's not your fault," you sniffled, "it just took me back to being in middle school and not understanding Algebra and my dad would try to teach me and get irritated because I didn't understand," you let a tear trickle down your face. Joe wiped it away as he gave you a sympathetic look.

"But baby I'm not your dad. This isn't algebra, this is hard shit. It's okay to not understand it, I just hate to see you shut down like this," Joe said as he leaned up to kiss your forehead.

You sighed as Joe moved to sit next to you, pulling your legs over his lap and beginning to massage your calfs.

"Let's leave the physics to a day when you're a little calmer, okay?" he asked as he worked at your calves.

"I wanna leave it forever, physics sucks," you groaned and leaned back to lay on the couch.

"You can have that mindset today, but tomorrow we're gonna work to try to get you to understand it a bit more, got it?" Joe looked at you for a nod of approval.

"Got it, thanks Joey," you closed your eyes and let Joe work at the knots in your body, drifting to sleep to let your brain rest up from stupid physics.

#Joe burrow #joey b #Joseph lee burrow #Joe burrow imagine #Joe burrow fic #Joe burrow fanfic #Joe burrow x reader #Joe burrow head cannon #Joe burrow fluff #Joe burrow angst #bengals quarterback #bengals nfl #cincinnati bengals #nfl imagine #nfl #Joe sheisty

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lexii282 · 4 months

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Hi hi!! ✨

This is my first short story maybe? That I’ve written and posting! And of course it's about Mr. Burrow himself because good lord 🥵

It is not proof read so this is your warning. If you see anything lmk! I don’t mind constructive criticism.

Go easy on me and hope you enjoy 🫶🏼

Untouchable

Warnings; none

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I woke up to the feeling of something trailing along the inside of my thighs as I lay there asleep. At first, I don’t realize what it is until I force the sleepy haze aside and concentrate only to put the pieces together. I'm in the hotel room that he rented and It’s his lips pressing against my skin gently just enough so I could feel it and wake up. His hands moved softly up and down my hips to my sides. Slightly massaging the parts he decides to stop at.He finally decides to stay focused on my hips just where the waistband of my underwear lay at and start to pull them down only to be stopped by my hands on top of his.

“And here I thought you had enough last night Burrow” I let a small smile grace my lips

He pops his head up with a smug smile and kisses his way up my body to finally land right next to my lips. Bringing my hands above my head trapped by his holding them down and finally says

“If you’re tapping out sweetheart that’s all you gotta say. Just tell me how you can’t take anymore and need a break” A small laugh bubbles out of me

“Joey please you and I both know we can keep it going but we both have places to be and people to see”

“And none of them are you in this bed dressed like this so I don’t care (y/n/n). He hovers above me with that same smug expression that I’ve grown to love in the past couple of months.

I stare back up at him

“Easy there. You’re starting to sound like you actually might have a crush on me”

He rolls his eyes and lays beside me and I turn to look at him.

“I like having your presence around. There’s nothing wrong with that.” he shrugs.

“Mhm. Just remember the deal okay? I don’t want anyone getting hurt lover boy”

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head sweetheart I’m the last one you need to worry about catching feelings.”

I smile. “Good. Then I’m getting in the shower.”

“Can I join??” He asks as I was shutting the door

“Nope!” I hear his laugh right after

I stand under the shower head letting the hot water ease my muscles. The stress of the past couple of weeks catching up to me after leaving it behind for a few hours last night.

When you’re chasing your dreams you never truly believe everything they say about how you’ll miss the calm and stability you had in your life before you got everything you wanted. I guess that’s where Joe comes in for me. Since really being in the spotlight I never felt more alone and like no one understands. Of course, I love what I do but I just could never imagine how lonely I would feel.

Joe Burrow the QB for the Bengals. We met at a mutuals party one night when I was in town visiting my family and we hit it off. The conversation flowed and we had a lot in common. I felt like I could be myself for once and didn’t have to hold back. Eventually, too many drinks were consumed and we made our way back to his place via Uber because drunk driving? I could never.

We made it up to his room and I made myself comfortable on his bed while he had to go get something. Presumably a condom and finally when he comes back in the room hyped and ready just one look is all it takes to kill his mood. Why you ask?

Well, I would love to answer that question (hint the sarcasm). I had fallen asleep. One of the most embarrassing things I could have done and I did it in front of the Joe burrow. I’ve had a crush on the guy ever since he started playing for the team and I finally get my chance and I go and fuck it up. He made sure to tell me all about it the next day and loves to still bring it up to this day. We’ve since made this a recurring thing whenever we’re both in town or free to fly wherever the other one may be. It’s been easier meeting up with me being on a break but eventually, it’s going to come to an end with me going back to recording this new album.

Just a few months ago I had finished my arena tour and decided to take time off to really take everything in. All the accomplishments I was able to achieve just like I’ve always wanted and of course, I just wanted to take time away to spend with my friends and family. It’s been hard but it’ll be worth it.

“Hey, I need to head out. I’ll see you later though right?” Joe says opening the door not to mention scaring me a little. I almost forgot where I was so lost in my thoughts. I poke my head out while using the shower curtain to keep the rest of my body covered.

“Uh, what’s later?”

“Some of the guys are meeting up at that club. Ya know the new one they just opened a few weeks ago. I was telling you about it last night. “ He comes closer to me jokingly pulling on a string of wet hair. I slap his hand away before saying

“Riiight. I don’t know Joe. Don’t you think it might be weird that we’re there together? You know how the media is not to mention the fans.”

“Why would it be weird unless you make it weird (y/n/n). We’re friends. Nothing wrong with that. Don’t make it a bigger deal than it has to be” He shrugs

“I’m not. But we said when we started this that nobody would know about us hanging out. I think being spotted together at a club of all places will raise a few questions.”

“Listen it’s a new place and we both by coincidence wanted to check it out on the same night. I don’t think it would be all that weird. Just don’t get jealous when you see all the ladies around me yeah?” He lets a smug smile form.

I roll my eyes. Cocky asshole.

“Shut up and get out of my bathroom Burrow. I don’t have time for your games. He lets out a laugh. That sound has quickly become one of my favorite sounds.

“If I recall correctly I paid for this room so therefore it’s my bathroom sweetheart.” He pauses and then continues.

“Just don’t think too much about it alright? Go out with your friends get a couple of drinks and oh look! Quarterback, Joe Borrow is here. He's hot maybe we should go say hi”

“Do you think your head will explode if it gets any bigger?”

“Nah but I’m sure you’d like to think it would.” He leans down and kisses my cheek and starts walking out.

“I’ll see you later sleeping beauty”

“Jerk!” I yell out. You fall asleep once during a hookup and you never live it down. Unbelievable.

#joe burrow #joseph lee burrow #imagine #football #burow #joe brrr #Joey #joe shiesty #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow x you #joe burrow x y/n #Joey b

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alitheamateur · 1 year

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After Hours

I’m sooo new to this JB fanfic world! Go easy on me 😎 Someone planted this little seed, so I obliged. Some smutty, smut, smut, so enjoy yourself. You’ve been warned 🫠

Preseason was a plethora of emotions for you. The anticipation of the impending season and the ring it may deliver for your guy was the indescribable high it brought. But, you couldn’t help but feel the heavy dread of Joe’s time with you slipping away once more as the month of May arrived.

Off season for him was coincidentally your slowest time of year at work as well, which meant the two of you were attached at the hip. Actually, more so attached in other places. Much more fun, satisfying places

Joe had fallen into the grind and sway of mini camp earlier last week, and you’d already seen so much less of that beach tanned face than you would ever prefer. A spring event you were knee deep in planning for a new business downtown had your attention on lockdown into the late evening hours, usually after Joe had been in bed for a while upon your arrival home. The ebb and flow of responsibility wearing out it’s welcome in your relationship.

Lucky for you, you had some pull with one very valuable QB, who could snag you some VIP access, & he had planned you join him at the facility for your cardio after work, rather than the 24-hour gym you typically attended alone 4 times a week.

You’d changed in your office as the sun dozed off into the night, & were about to take a left into the stadium lot when your phone chimed.

J: Let me know when you’re here. I’ll come walk you up.

Most spaces were empty as majority of the team had turned in for the night, but occasionally Joe liked to hang around late and get an ice bath in after the heat of his day.

You slung your car into park, gathering your keys and such, and waited for Joe to arrive at your beckoning.

Just as you’d opened the door of your white SUV he’d come gliding out the double doors of the tunnel. Still clad in the sticky residue of a sweaty afternoon, his tussled curls bounced from under the confines of a black headband. The thin coverings of a nearly painted on sleeveless shirt left little to your already soaring imagination as he patiently approached you with a lazy half smile.

“There she is.” He cooed, snaking a wide, sinewy forearm around your waist.

You met his eager kiss, sneaking a salty taste of his top lip between your teeth briefly.

“Let’s get this show on the road, Burrow. I have plans for you when we get home.”

Joe raised his groomed eyebrows in curious intrigue, nodding his head as he intertwined his fingers with yours to escort you inside.

The lights of the hallways had been switched off, the glow of an office here and there lighting the way towards the weight room. Once you’d twisted and turned through the doorways of the locker room and PT areas, Joe let loose of your hand to gesture toward his polar plunge.

“ I lifted while the guys were still here but Ja’Marr and I moved the bike in here for you so we could be closer.”

As he explained, he nonchalantly eliminated the cover of his spandex shirt, the lines of his back showing off in full view.

This man is actually going to have the audacity to outright strip himself like there’s nothing to it.

You played his coy game, realizing if you didn’t, there was no way you’d be able to keep your grubby paws off of him until the two of you reached home.

Slinging a leg over the seat of the exercise bike, you shifted comfortably & moved to pop a headphone into one ear for some background music.

“I can play something through the speakers, babe.” Joe mentioned, dragging your attention to his bear naked frame about to slink into the sea of slush.

His breath hitched, but only momentarily as he disappeared below the beck into the tub, still leaving you a view of his broad biceps laid over sides of his bath.

Smiling, still baffled at his calm, collective behavior, you nodded. “Only if you promise to play things I like too, stereo hog.”

He reached for his phone, poking at the screen behind quizzical brows just as H.E.R echoed faintly through the concrete walls.

You’d already began to pedal, a sheen of liquid collecting on your chest beneath a white tank top. Joe would ask a brief question about dinner, and you’d inquire how camp was going, catching up on each other as the moments passed.

Your focus lie far, far away from anything other than him.

The racket of ice chattered off the sides of the metal tub as he’d shift his apparently sore knees beneath the water, causing him to stretch his thick neck from side to side. A board hand combing back the stray waves ticking his forehead, water from his bath dampened the knotted locks.

Your breaths were hitching with the heaviest rise and fall watching him, the motion of your speedy pedaling easier on you than the sight of him.

“Slow down, baby. You’re not gonna be able to walk outta here.” Joe chuckled, oblivious to the fact that your workout had nothing to do with your panicked pace.

Reaching for a towel, he revealed himself from beneath the water, arising from the pool like statuesque sex. Eyes down as he tied the towel around his hips, not hurriedly, assuring you catch the perfect glimpse of his gifted manhood, he then looked up, bottom lip biting back his arrogant, knowing smile. He winked toward you.

Your movements, and possibly even your breaths, ceased at the sight. Aches all unrelated to the exercise bicycle tore through your core viciously, undoubtedly giving away your want for him.

“Is anyone here?” You simply asked him.

Stepping out onto the floor, he matter of factly marched toward the locker room before picking up his phone.

“Nope.” He answered as he lifted you from atop the seat.

Your legs instantly tightened around his muscled stomach as he carried you with a purpose you were all too readily aware of.

The fluorescent lights of the carpeted room reflected off the wetness of both your bodies as Joe tongued his way inside your mouth, lowering your unsteady legs to the floor.

“Sit here.” He bossed, placing you on a chair directly in front of his name marked locker.

“You’re up to something,” you breathily remarked and he pulled off you shoes, then your leggings, nearly growling to find nothing underneath.

“You better fucking believe I am,” he boldly admitted. “Take off that damn bra.”

Like the law abiding citizen you were, you obeyed without second thought, although curious why he was stepping away from you.

Planting his still towel clad body a few feet in front of you, he lifted his phone to point in your direction.

“Look above your head,” Joe directed so you would turn to see his name plate just over top of you. “Now, touch yourself for me.”

Confusion, however still arousal, swarmed you for a mere second before you connected the dots.

Joe wanted this memory forever. You, naked and flushed with overwhelming heat, pleasuring yourself in front of his locker, his name marker above you like a little gift tag. The success of his dreams come true, and his most prized asset all in one photo. Not to mention there wasn’t anything sexier to him than you being turned on by the colossal badass he was on the field.

You obliged with full commitment, not daring ruin this fantasy for him. As if you’d had to pretend to begin with…

You steadied yourself, legs spread wide, your neck fell back in a heavy daze as you touched between your thighs. Twinges of an anticipated release wasted no time trying to overcome you, almost seconds after you’d began. The excited and unfamiliar adventure of the moment almost too much to bear.

“Enough is enough.” Joe croaked with a scratchy throat. “I’m fucking taking you.”

Before you could protest, (as if you would) he was on his knees feasting and worshipping at the gap of your thighs like a man crazed. You tugged at his hair, latching a leg around his neck to steady yourself for his attack but there was no dignity left between the two of you. Screams of passion and groans of a starving man bounced off your ear drums, sounds you thought you may be arrested for had anyone witnessed.

“I could die one happy fucking man right now, princess. Such a good girl doing what daddy says.”

Trying to resist the explosion you felt in your belly, simply trying to make the moment last, you held your breath. But the resistance had no chance against Joe. You shook from head to toe, squashing the near life out of his handsome face as you clenched in release around him.

Barely taking a second to let him recover from snack time, you swiftly tugged him to the seat now slick with your sticky sweetness & mounted his wide lap with giddy readiness.

You knew better than to slid onto him without slow preparation, but the fire inside you spread like a ruthless flame & you couldn’t take the time for forms of restraint. Joe laid his palm on your panting throat, his thumb bitten between your hard bite. He never took the blown pupils of his eyes off of you as you frantically rode his solid member. Joe’s tongue grazed the love of your ear, the labored exhales of your name encouraging you.

“This what you had in mind?” You whimpered, digging into his shoulder for leverage.

His worked palm’s grazed their way over every goosebump on your swaying body, their destination bound for the gentle shimmy of your plump cheeks. The way he molded into you was an indescribable bliss that your body had learned to crave more than any morsel of food known to man. The sensation of his meaty, toned core flexed under your clawed fingers, and he kissed his answer into your mouth.

“This is always what I have in mind, gorgeous. I never get tired of this soft little pussy.” He chuckled devilishly, his sexy smile only sending you farther over pleasures edge.

Your sudden, clenching jolts, taunting Joe inside of you, and you saw the familiar furrow of his brow that meant he was shamelessly losing himself to your feminine sway.

Tilting your heads back in united ecstasy, the pair of you rode of the finishings, headed skin electric against one another.

“We should make a habit of this,” Joe traced small lines on the small of your back, peppering you with thoughtful kisses. He was proud of himself, cheeky son of a bitch.

He helped you get dressed before clothing himself, escorting you go your car, flirting like a teenager the whole way, his arm snug around your shoulders.

“We still have to shower when we get home..” He reminded.

Maybe the seasons beginning wouldn’t be so bad after all.

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anakinsempress · 3 months

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LETS GOOOOOOO I AGREE JOE

#joseph lee burrow #joe burrow #nfl #nfl football #joey b #burrow #LETS GOOOOO JOE AGREES #fuck the taunting penalty #fuck the chiefs

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joeyburr · 1 year

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joe gems

#joe burrow #Joey b #Joey burrow #Joseph lee burrow #fine #bengals #nfl #Cincinnati bengals #<3

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monabrrr · 4 months

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12/23/23 @ Acrisure Stadium 🏟️

#joe burrow #he’s such a cutie #cincinnati bengals #joey burrow #joseph lee burrow #nfl #national football league #joe shiesty #who dey

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dear-bunnyboo · 6 months

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can i request something w college joe and his girl asleep on the couch when his roommates come in and he’s telling them to keep quiet so they won’t wake you 🥹🫶🏻

another great request for my loves!! this will be short but sweet. (we all lowkey miss Joe’s lsu era let’s be for real) ☺️

𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘 || 𝐉𝐎𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: LSU!Joe Burrow x Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: From this slumber she shall wake, when true love’s kiss the spell shall break.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: slight cursing, fluff, fluff, and more fluff, homework, studying, teasing, soft!Joe, oh… and fluff

𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐜. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

The sound of pitter patter filled the quiet room— the light drizzle added to the serene atmosphere in Joe's dorm room. It was a week before finals and you and Joe were cramming all the remaining knowledge in your heads, it has become tradition at this point for you two to study for every exam together.

You and Joe are in your senior year of college in LSU which means it's your final year— with Joe being a potential first draft pick for the NFL and you being offered an a position at the job you've always dreamed of; you could say that the pressure was you and Joe's companion as of late— which is why you and the quarterback were at his dorm on a Saturday... studying.

Once you arrived at your boyfriend's dorm you two immediately settled in on the couch, textbooks and notebooks spread across the coffee table. A few hours into a comfortable silence of studying, Joe couldn't help but stare at you— the soft glow of the desk lamp illuminated your focused expression as you delved into your studies. Joe couldn't help but admire the way you attacked your homework and revisions with determination, your intelligence and diligence shining through.

As the night wore on, the ambiance shifted from the buzzing productivity of study to the warm comfort of shared silence. The hum of fluorescent lights outside was replaced by the soft rustle of pages turning and the occasional tap of a pen.

Eventually, the weight of studying bore down, and your exhaustion caught up with you. You shifted closer, nestling against Joe on the couch— as if there was a magnet pulling you to him. Before he knew it, your eyes fluttered closed, and the rhythmic sound of your breathing indicated the onset of sleep.

As you nestled against your boyfriend on the couch, your soft breaths creating a gentle rhythm, Joe couldn't help but marvel at the serenity that enveloped the room. The sight of your peaceful slumber filled Joe with a sense of contentment, and the quarterback found himself lost in a whirlwind of emotions. Joe's heart swelled with affection as he watched you rest peacefully. Your presence brought a calming energy that washed over him, and he couldn't resist stealing glances at you peaceful form as you slept soundly.

The soft glow of the lamp highlighted your delicate features, and a sense of tranquility settled over the room. In that moment, Joe couldn't help but think about how lucky he was to have you by his side.

In that moment, everything else faded into the background. The textbooks and assignments scattered on the coffee table became insignificant, and Joe's focus shifted entirely to you. The soft glow of the lamp illuminated your features, casting delicate shadows across your face, and Joe was struck by the ethereal beauty you emanated even in your most vulnerable state.

As the minutes ticked by, Joe felt a surge of protectiveness wash over him, an instinctual urge to shield you from any potential disruption— when a roar of thunder echoed from the outside he carefully covered your ears, when his phone dinged with notification he turned his phone off as he tightened his hold on you; carefully fixing you position on on his lap.

So when the door burst open and Joe's friends barged in, their boisterous laughter and animated chatter shattered the tranquility that had settled over them— Joe's face immediately turned sour, a glare was gracing his then gentle features as he looked at his friends, deadpan. Joe watched with a mix of dismay and determination as you stirred from your slumber, peaceful expression momentarily marred by the intrusion.

"Shh... shh, you're okay." Joe coos as he watched you bury your face further into the crook of his neck, sleep taking over you again.

Once Joe had made sure that you were fast asleep once more— without a second thought, "Hey, guys, seriously, can you keep it down? Y/N is sleeping." he intervened, Joe's voice firm as he urged his friends to lower their voices and respect the sanctity of the moment.

As if his Joe's stern voice echoed through their souls— they immediately turned to the quarterback who dorm they trespassed. Taking notice of the figure curled on his lap that was softly breathing, they instantly stopped their chatter.

"Oh, sorry, man. We didn't realize she was here. We'll be quiet." one of them said as the rest of them finally settled at the other end of the couch, their conversation now in their inside voices as opposed to the almost yelling match they had not long ago.

"Appreciate it. She had a long day, and I just got her to sleep. Don't want to disturb that." Joe appreciated his friends' efforts to keep you asleep.

"Sorry again, man. But we all know Y/N— no offense but she sleeps like the dead and the only person who could only seem to wake her up is you." one of Joe's friends joined the conversation as they all snickered, as they watched you and Joe.

"Sleeping Beauty only wakes for her Prince." one said earning a smirk back from Joe as he continued to watch your peaceful figure.

It was as if an invisible barrier had formed around them, and Joe was fiercely determined to preserve the peace that had settled over you. His friends, sensing the gravity of the situation, acquiesced, and as the room once again lapsed into a tranquil quiet, he felt a profound sense of satisfaction.

In that fleeting moment, Joe had been entrusted with your tranquility, and he vowed to safeguard it with unwavering determination.

Joe placed a soft kiss on your forehead making you nestle against your boyfriend once more, a subtle smile gracing your lips, Joe knew that he would go to great lengths to ensure that nothing disturbed you ever again. This unexpected interlude had illuminated the depths of Joe's feelings for you, and as he gazed back down at your sleeping form, Joe silently vowed to cherish and protect you with every fiber of his being.

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He looks so gooddd😭💓💓💓❤️❤️

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meameagirl · 11 months

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Hiiii love your writing!!!

Can you write something about reader getting hurt while she’s visiting his parents (broken arm or something not too terrible) and joes mum calls hin to tell them they are T the hospital?

Fluffy joe a little angst maybe

Hurt | Joe Burrow x Reader

Summary: you get hurt, and went to Joe mom for help. She called Joe and tell him to meet them at the hospital.

Word count: 633

Warning: worried Joe , but cute moment.

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You were at Joe’s parents house after having a small accident at home. Joe wasn’t there because he was practicing for his next game in a few days. You notice his mom was home so you start knocking on the door.

You hold your arm in pain hoping Robin answers the door. Soon the door opened. “Hello Y/n!! What a surprise!” She looked up and saw you holding your arm.

Worried, in her eyes showed up, “Oh my god dear what happened?? Why didn't you go to a hospital?? Or tell Joe.” She lightly sighs, “Joe busy for the next game and I didn’t know what to do so I came here.”

She closes the front door and grabs your good arm. “No more waiting. You and I are going to the hospital. Your arm looks really bad.” She helped you get in the car and after she got in heading to the hospital.

“You can't let me get this worry dear, last time I was like this when Joe got injured in his first year.” She shakes her head and keeps driving.

You looked down and felt bad. You never meant Robin to worry like that again. You just didn’t want to worry about Joe freaking out. But you know soon you gonna have to worry about that.

“I didn’t mean to make you worry about me ma’am, I just didn’t think. I’m sorry.” You said softly. She looks at you for a second then back at the road “honey don’t be sorry, I’m sure it was the pain got to you.”

She turns in the parking lot and helps you out. “Now Y/n let go see how bad that arm is then I will call my son.” You knew she would call Joe soon.

As the doctor was checking on you, Robin called Joe. He just finished and was heading home. His phone goes off and he answered.

“Hey mom, didn’t expect you to call me at this time.” He said with a smile. “Joe.. I’m at the hospital with Y/n, I don’t know what happened but her arm was really bad. You should come here.”

Joe's heart dropped to his stomach but he agreed and said he would be there soon.

You got to a room and Robin was there holding your hand, you knew Joe was on his way and you don’t know how he was going to act.

Few minutes later the door opened and it was Joe. You look over at him. “Joe..” you said lightly. “Y/n why didn’t you call me.” He came to the side of the bed. “Found out that you were hurt by my mom, you should have called me.

You look down. “We've been together for 3 years and still when something happens I’m the last person who knows.” He sits on the bed.

He rubs his fingers in his hair. “What even happened?” You look up at him. “I was saving something and slipped and fell and landed on the floor weirdly. I freaked out and went right to your mom's home.”

You look down again, “I didn’t think, I’m sorry you had to know about this by her. But I got scared.” Joe's mood changed and he touched your hand. He didn’t mean to be a little upset. He just wishes he was the first one.

“I’m sorry, I’m not mad. I was scared too. How is your arm?” You look at your broken arm. “It's broken. I won’t be climbing for a while now.” You joked. Joe laughs at and pulls you to him.

He leans down and kisses your head. That made you smile. “I promise I won’t let you be the last person to know about anything. He smiled and kissed your lips.

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Im sorry I haven’t made any AU in a while but I got in the mood and check my request list. And I had a idea the moment I read it!!

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toppersbitch · 1 year

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Spoil Me Rotten // Joe Burrow x Reader

Summary: For valentines day, Joe takes you on a star-gazing dinner date

Word Count: 750

Warnings: eating, unedited work, no others though this is just wholesome fluff!!!

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“Are you almost ready?” Joe peaked around the corner into the bathroom, it was Valentine's day, 8 pm, and you knew Joe hadn’t forgotten, but you were getting suspicious if he actually had anything planned. He told you to get ready so you two could go to your favorite restaurant, nothing fancy, just simple. Just the way you liked it.

“You can’t rush beauty,” you said, smiling at him while putting in your earrings. He came up behind you placing his hands on your hips, admiring you in the mirror. He let his chin fall onto your shoulder.

“You’re already way too beautiful,” he smiled, and you lightly hit his shoulder. You admired the two of you in the mirror, Joe's hand clad with the ring you gave him, it was a simple signet ring for his pinky. He loved it, he hadn’t taken it off since you gifted it to him this morning.

Joe drove the usual route to the restaurant, parking in the usual spot. It was a small mom-and-pop Italian but you both swore they had the best Italian food in the entire state of Ohio.

“Will that be to stay or to-go?” the kind waitress asked.

“To st-” Joe cut you off.

“No it'll be to-go,” you shot him a puzzled look, but he simply sent it back, held out his arm for you to grab, and the both of you walked over to the waiting chairs. Resting your head on his shoulder you held his hand, admiring the ring you gave him. It really did suit him, you were proud of your choice.

“Joe,” you heard his name called and he stood collecting the bags of food. He opened the car door for you, driving in the opposite direction of home.

“Where are we going?” you asked, he shrugged, a smug little smirk on his face.

“I don’t know,” he turned onto a dirt road. This was getting fishy, you looked around, and the dark trees thickly surrounded the car. A sign came into view, ‘Miami White Water Forest’.

“Joe, what's going on?” he shushed you, continuing down the rough road. He pulled off onto a pullout, shutting off the car. He pulled open the cover of the large sunroof. The stars were bright above you.

“Okay wait one second,” he hurried out and around, pushing down the backseats, you watched in amusement as he pulled blankets and pillows from the trunk and made a bed.

“When did you have time to grab all that?” You giggled as he opened your door for you and practically shoved you into the back.

“When you were getting ready,” he said in an obvious tone. He opened the bags, handing you your food. You dug in, it stayed quiet, the two of you grubbing, legs pushing against one another. The food seemed to be the best it had ever been, but maybe it was just the occasion.

The food was ate, put messily away and pushed into the front seat.

He laid back, resting his arms above his head. The stars were tempting you but you just wanted to look at Joe. You couldn’t believe he planned this, not that he wasn’t amazing at planning things but he usually broke too early in the day out of excitement. Both of you were that way, surprises were hard to keep from the love of your life.

“What are you looking at?” He asked, you’d been staring intently down at him.

“Just the man that spoils me rotten,” his hand reached out and grabbed you, pulling you into his chest. His fingers tracing miscellaneous objects onto your arm. You let your head fall on his chest, his chin resting on the top of your head, and your legs tangling. This was your favorite way to cuddle, your breaths were steady and the silence all around made for the most comforting ambience.

“Oh wait,” his hand came into view above your face, interrupting the starry view, “this is for you.”

His other hand brought a small Diamond necklace into your view. You shot up out of his arms

“Joey this is too nice,” you couldn’t believe your eyes.

“Nothing too nice for my pretty girl,” he unclasped it, notioning for you to turn and let him put it on.

“Joe,” you looked down at it on your neck. It was beautiful! He knew you so well, from you preference from dainty jewelry to quiet nights in.

“Just shut up and let me spoil you rotten,” he said sternly but with a smile.

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A little V-Day special! Enjoy lovebugs<333

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