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Your Surprise Tattoo

Summary: You make the decision to get a tattoo and surprise Joe with it.

Pairings: boyfriend!Joe Burrow x girlfriend!reader

Requested: Yes | No

Warnings: Some steamy talk post-tattoo

Note: Heyo! A totally random idea I had that I figured could be fun to write. I haven't done a headcanon in a bit and thought this idea would be a good fit. Enjoy!

Word Count: 935

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You’d had this idea in mind for a while, something you always floated back and forth between since you were in your teens 

You’ve always taken a liking to tattoos but were unsure of exactly what you wanted to get and the right placement

Your parents always said that you had to wait until you were old enough and out of their house to do so if you ever wanted one

Over time, once you moved out, you ended up getting a few small ones scattered about your body

None too large or conspicuous 

Joe had always found the idea of tattoos cool, knowing that a majority of his teammates had them

When you first got together, he made a game out of finding the few you did have

When you told him you wanted to get another one, he didn’t mind too much

If anything it sent him down a rabbit hole of the possibilities of you with different tattoos, the placements, filling his mind with images of you

The thought did loom in his mind of what you wanted to get and where it would be, the anticipation and curiosity getting to him

You assured him it would be something hidden a majority of the time, calming a bit of his nerves to not send him into total shock when you did get it

He also secretly liked the idea of it being something that only he could see

That sent his mind reeling at the thought of you with tattoos

What would you get?

Would you want more than one?

Where were you gonna put it?

When? 

You also never told him when you were getting it, keeping to the idea of a surprise

You planned it during a time he was out of town, giving the piece some time to heal up and not be covered so he could see everything 

It was a totally ballsy move, but you figured go big or go home, and would truly test your pain tolerance

Yeah, it could be totally stupid to get something in such a sensitive area, but you really did like the way they looked

You connected with your local artist chosen and set a date, excited for what was to come

You went for a bit of a cliche back tattoo, some flowers with a butterfly that you felt would look really pretty

You knew it was basic, but it’s what made you happy so who cares

It came out exactly as you hoped it would, you were totally in love with it and had a feeling Joe would be too

It was a few days later when he arrived home, none the wiser to your newest addition to your skin

He’d come back from the facility sweaty and in need of a shower

You figured this was as good of a time as any to finally show him 

“You care if I hop in there with you?” you asked, not that this was ever anything new for you

“If I ever tell you no to an opportunity to see you naked, then you have full permission to fight me,” Joe said with a laugh

You ended up in your shared bathroom, you gathering the towels and Joe going to start the water

Here goes nothing you thought to yourself

You set the towels down on the counter and with Joe behind you, you slipped your shirt over your head

You heard a deep groan behind you quickly followed by hands wrapping around your waist

“When’d you get that done, hmm?” Joe asked, his voice heavy with curiosity and lust

“Wellll you did say that you wanted me to surprise you with it so I figured you being gone was the best time. Now I was able to show it to you when it was closer to fully healed”

Joe just groaned out another response

His mind was racing and blank all at the same time, nonverbals were his safest response

“What do you think, do you like it?” you asked, attempting to turn towards him but he held your hips firmly in place

“That’s not even a question, sweetheart”

And MY GOD did he like it

There weren’t words he could find at that moment to describe exactly how he felt about the new ink that went down your spine

His mind was too far gone elsewhere to come up with a coherent enough response to truly tell you how much he loved it

His fingers traced the edge of your tattoo trailing down your back, giving you chills down your spine at his tender touch

“Did it hurt?” he asked, feeling like he knew the obvious answer to the question

“Of course like a bitch, but I have it now and I love it” you spoke honestly, feeling your voice waiver the more he touched your skin

The room began to heat up from the steam of the hot water running behind you, forgotten about from the sight in front of him

“The shower can wait, I’m taking you right here right now”

He started to bend you over the counter, your chest pressing into the cold material while his warm hands traced delicate lines over the art on your back

You could feel his hard on through the flimsy fabric of his gym shorts making your breathing hitch

“Joe we could also do it in the shower, two birds one stone type of thing,” you said with a light laugh

“Who said there can’t be a round two?”

Joe had gotten a new appreciation for tattoos that day

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imagine being joe's person.

author's note⠀⁎⠀suffering from major joey withdrawal. reads more like a character study/brain dump than anything else but enjoy <3

For as long as Joe can remember, he had been told by everyone - coaches, doctors, teachers, teammates - that his coolness was to be envied. In the pressure cooker of professional football, the ability to keep his nerves in check had been his superpower. He loved the feeling of the game slowing down when everyone else was speeding up, the way he could read the field and make split-second decisions that could change the course of a game. From the minute he stepped onto the field, he was in control. He was commanding the huddle, keeping his eye on the clock, setting up the play, and taking lead on the outcome. He thrived when he was in control.

But when he stepped off the football field and into the public eye, all of that control completely slipped away. He couldn't help but feel like he was performing, acting the role of someone named Joe Burrow instead of just being himself. It didn't help that the cameras and curious eyes followed him everywhere. Everyone seemed to be eager to catch him off-guard, eager to see the "real" side of him, eager to witness him lose his cool.

She had caught on to his nervous tells early on in their relationship. It was subtle at first, just a hint of a tremor in his voice when he cleared it before speaking, or the way he'd swipe his palms against his pants when he was about to be interviewed, even the way he would shift from side to side slightly when he felt uncomfortable. But over the course of their two years together, she had learned to read him like a book.

He would never admit it out loud to anybody but her, but Joe was terrified of letting his guard down. The weight of his ever increasing fame and the constant pressure of living up to expectations had turned his life into a tightrope walk. But with her, everything felt different. Her presence was like a gentle breeze that calmed the static in his brain. It was always just a touch, the smell of her perfume, or the sound of her approaching footsteps that could soothe him.

His foundation was always a top priority for Joe, and today was particularly special. The charity golf event was a chance to give back to the communities in southeastern Ohio and Baton Rouge that had supported him through his football journey. From the moment they started dating seriously, she had been by his side at every event, making herself available to support him in his philanthropic efforts. His mother constantly gushed about how she was the perfect partner for Joe, handling the social graces with ease, and contributing her talents to make sure the events ran smoothly.

She had a knack for making people feel at ease, a skill that Joe greatly admired. She had a way of connecting with people from all walks of life, and it was evident in the way the guests at the check-in lit up when she greeted them. Her genuine smile and warm handshakes made even the stiffest of the corporate sponsors crack a smile. Joe watched her from across the room, feeling a sense of pride swell within him.

The golf event was in full swing now. The sun was high in the sky, casting a golden hue over the meticulously manicured greens. Joe's could feel his mind racing, his inner monologue murmuring his anxieties as he mingled with the guests as they arrived.

Between the never-ending carousel of guests, Joe would find himself glancing in the direction of the entrance, hoping the line would soon thin out and she would be by his side - where she was supposed to be. The hour reserved for check-in seemed to drag on with Robin and Jimmy occasionally stepping in to take some of the conversational weight off him. He loved them for it, he really did, but all he wanted was her comforting presence, her hand in his, her laugh in his ear.

Finally, she appeared, looking absolutely radiant in a simple white sundress that contrasted with her brown skin, her hair pulled back in a sleek ponytail, and a small black handbag in her hand. She made her way through the crowd, a vision of confidence and grace that made Joe's chest tighten. She had that special glow about her today, something that seemed to have been amplified by the excitement of the event.

Her eyes met his and he couldn't bring himself to focus on what the shorter, gray-haired man in front of him was saying. Everything around him blurred into a muffled murmur. She was everything he wasn't in social settings: poised, articulate, natural, and absolutely magnetic. As she approached, Joe felt his body relax, his breathing even out, and a small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. She was by his side in an instant, taking her rightful place as she handed him a chilled bottle of water.

His hand gravitated to her waist, and he felt a wave of comfort wash over him as she leaned in slightly, her hand brushing against his back. He could feel his back straighten, his shoulders ease, and his breath deepen. The familiar warmth of her body began to ground him, bringing him back to the present, and reminding him that he was more than capable of remaining in control.

"George, Tim, this is my girlfriend," Joe introduced, his voice steady as he finally had the strength to redirect his focus to the guests. He watched with a proud smile as she offered the two men her hand for a handshake, easygoing greetings of "Nice to meet you," and "Thank you for coming," leaving her soft lips.

She tucked back into his side in an instant, her free hand coming up to rest between his shoulder blades, his hand wrapped around her waist once more. They made small talk with George and Tim, who both looked at Joe with a knowing smile, nodding their heads in approval at the mention of her name. Though they wouldn't have guessed it before she appeared by his side, they could see his nerves smooth out, his shoulders drop, and the tension in his jaw ease.

"So, how long have you two been together?" George inquired, sipping his drink and looking at the couple with genuine curiosity.

Joe's gaze flickered to her, a hint of a smile playing on his lips as he replied, "Two years now."

Her eyes sparkled with affection as she listened to Joe speak, her thumb idly tracing patterns on his back. "It'll be three years in August," she added, clarifying gently.

Tim, the taller of the two, chuckled and said, "Well, Joe, you're getting closer to the big 3-0. Maybe it's time to start thinking about settling down? I think you've got a pretty good candidate by your side. My wife was raving about her when they were setting up the check-in."

Joe felt his cheeks warm slightly, but the smile didn't leave his face. "I've already started planning, actually," he responded, surprising even himself with his decisiveness. Her hand stilled its motion on his back, her eyes widening in shock as she turned her face to meet his eye.

"Oh, really?" she asked, her voice a mix of surprise and amusement. "That's news to me."

Joe felt a twinge of panic, realizing he had spoken before thinking. But the look on her face wasn't one of annoyance or upset; her eyes sparkled with excitement and anticipation. He took a deep breath and said, "Well, I mean, I've been thinking about it. We've got a good thing going, and I can't see my future without you in it."

That was the truth. He often found himself wondering what life with her could look like beyond football. The dream with the white picket fence, curly-haired kids playing in the yard, her standing in the kitchen with a baby on her hip and a smile on her face when she welcomed him home. It was a picture that had started to form in his mind more and more often in the quiet moments between games and practices. At times, he questioned how he managed to be motivated to do anything that wasn't football before her - couldn't fathom how he managed to exist before her.

Her smile grew wider. "Is that so?" she said, raising an eyebrow playfully. "Very interesting."

Tim and George laughed heartily, their faces reddening with good cheer as they slapped Joe on the back. "Good for you, Joe," George exclaimed. "You're going to need someone like her to keep you grounded in this crazy world. Good luck, you two."

The conversation flowed around them as they found themselves in the middle of the bustling golf clubhouse. The air was filled with the chatter of excitement and the clinking of glasses as people mingled and shared stories. She leaned closer to Joe, whispering, "So, you're planning our future, without my input?" Her voice was teasing, but her eyes searched his, looking for a hint of what he might be feeling.

Joe looked down at her, the corner of his mouth quirking up. "Well, I figured you'd be okay with it, given that you're a big part of it," he replied, trying to keep his tone light despite the sudden seriousness that had entered their conversation. The room felt warmer, and not just from the bodies packed into the space. "I want to do this right, babe. I want to make sure you're happy, that we're both ready."

Her expression softened, and she leaned in to kiss his cheek, the gesture unseen by the surrounding guests. "Joey," she whispered, "you always make sure I'm happy. I'm ready for whatever comes next, whenever it comes."

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“TIGER” - (joe burrow x reader)

description: while taking a bath with joe, you made an important discovery. he has stretch marks! (i wrote this after discovering that joe has stretch marks 🥹 he’s so lovely)

word count: 708

warnings: fluff, sharing a bath, joe is kind of touched deprived.

it had been a busy day for both you and joe. you had some work you had to get done, and joe had practice. there really wasn’t anything the both of you wanted more than to enjoy a relaxing bath and chat about your day together.

the both of you liked to call it your “nightly debriefing”. joe would talk about how practice went and any funny moments, while you shared some gossip and what your day was like at work.

joe started the water, running his hands beneath the rapid stream to check it’s temperature for the both of you. one the temperature was what you both desired, he put in the stopper, letting you add the body soap. you opted for a warm vanilla scent, compared to lavender.

the both of you stepped into the tub once the water finished filling it up, sinking into the warm, soapy water. joe looked at you fondly, shuffling over to you a bit.

“y/n, babe,” he asks, looking at you with a slight pleading look, “could you massage my back, please?”

“of course, joey.” you answered, nodding and beckoning joe to come closer and turn around.

when he does, your delicate hands run over his frame, kneading and working out any knots. a soft grin formed onto your lips as you heard him relax; he was always one of the most hardest working people you’ve ever known, and he deserved to have time to be calm and not feel stressed.

as you continue massaging him, you stop, a faint gasp escaping your lips.

joe had stretch marks. the most beautiful ones you’d ever seen, really. all of the lines on his back and shoulders stood out against his skin, soft and uneven, like ripples in sand after a wave. you figured they were from him working out a lot and bulking up quickly.

“what…?” joe questioned, noticing your gasp and the pause in your movement.

“you…you have stretch marks…” you murmured fondly.

joe chuckled, the sound rumbling his body a bit underneath your hands. “yeah, i do. it’s no biggie,” he shrugs, relaxing as you begin massaging him again, “when you gain muscle really quickly, that kind of thing tends to happen.”

you smiled, nodding as a soft hum came from you. your hands drew gentle circles around the scars as you stared at them lovingly. they’re so beautiful. he’s beautiful. you loved every single inch of joe, and the fact that he had stretch marks made him imperfectly perfect.

“they’re cute,” you cooed softly, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss onto his shoulder where the marks were, “they’re like…tiger stripes,” you giggled as you traced over the marks with your finger softly.

“tiger stripes, huh?” joe laughed, partially due to the ticklish sensation of your finger, and your words, “what, so i’m a tiger now?”

“mhm,” you agreed, continuing to pepper his shoulders and back in kisses. you pulled back for a moment, taking a warm look at his skin and making it your mission to commit it to memory, “you’re big, strong, kind of intimidating, and beautiful.”

joe shook his head at your words, sighing as you continued massaging his body. you always praised joe, both for his skills and physical traits. he found it sweet; he could have the most mundane mole or scar, and you treated it like a piece of art.

he leaned into your touch, his eyes fluttering shut for a small moment in relaxation. with a smile, leans back, putting a decent bit of weight on you, but not too much; he didn’t want to crush you.

you could tell he was feeling a bit touch deprived, but you didn’t mind. it was easy for you to tell that he was having a moment where he just wanted to be held. so, you leaned back against the tub, wrapping your arms around him with a smile.

“y/n?” joe asked, opening his eyes as he felt you rest your head onto his shoulder.

you perk up a little, “mhm?” you ask, looking at him warmly.

“i love you.” he sighed.

with a softened gaze, you run a thumb against his scarred skin with admiration and profound care.

“i love you too, tiger.”

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He Really Knows Me

Summary: It’s your first time meeting Joe’s siblings. With your nerves evident, Joe gives you something to calm them. I also just had to listen to Call It What You Want - Taylor Swift

Pairings: boyfriend!Joe Burrow x girlfriend!reader

Warnings: A bit of talk about sex, otherwise just some fluffy boyfriend Joey

Note: Hi everyone! I hope you all enjoy this request from this anon, I thought the idea was absolutely adorable. I'm excited to have some more frequent content out for you all. As always, my ask box and messages are always open to requests or to chat! 

Word Count: 1.3k

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To say you were nervous was an understatement - tonight would be the night that you were meeting Joe’s brothers along with their wives for the first time. The two of you have been dating for a few months now, deciding it was time to take things a step further. You knew how important family was to Joe and were excited at the opportunity to meet those close to him. You’d heard loads about them already, excited for the chance to get to know them. To keep things casual and low pressure for you, Joe decided to invite everyone over for dinner at his place. Joe knew you felt safe there, being able to step away for a breather with ease if needed. 

You’d like to think you were a fairly confident person, believing that was part of the reason you were with Joe in the first place. The one thing that could knock you off kilter was a lack of control. You were serious about Joe, wanting to make a good first impression with his family and hoping that they would like you.

Joe had offered for you to come get ready at his place while he got a workout in at the gym, knowing you couldn’t say no to getting ready in his bathroom. It was something you were jealous of, wishing you had this type of lighting back at your place. Being in his space offered you a sense of relief, feeling like . You had music playing off your phone speaker, your makeup products were strewn out across the counter, and your hair tools at the ready. You heard the faint sound of shuffling downstairs, signalling Joe had finished his workout. You paid no mind to it, focusing on perfecting your look. 

You were in your own little world, dancing off your nerves when you just about jumped out of your skin.

“Jesus Joe, are you trying to give me a heart attack?” you said with a hand pressed to your chest trying to catch your breath. He only chuckled at you, slightly shaking his head at your comment. 

Your temper simmered once you took in his appearance. He was leaned against the door frame, hair tousled with sweat as his sleeveless shirt hung off of his torso. The holes for the sleeves were ripped so low, you could see a preview of his abs creating a spark inside you to have your hands on him. His cloth shorts were hung low on his hip and his whole demeanor had you wanting to drop to your knees before him.

“Not my intention, sweetheart, though I was enjoying your little show. It looks like I was giving you one right back based on the drool on your chin” Joe said with a smirk. You reached for your chin, falling for his joke which only made him laugh harder, causing you to give him a glare.

“You can’t expect me not to look when you come up here like that” you said as you gestured to him at a loss for any further words.

“Look as much as you like, but I’d much rather your touch. I just came to wash up before dinner, baby. I’ll take my distraction elsewhere, don’t worry your pretty head” he said moving off the door to drop a kiss to your head. He walked to the shower, turning the handle and starting to strip. It took everything in you not to watch him from the mirror and keep your focus on getting ready. You watched his silhouette through the steamy glass door, admiring his profile. You’d have time to have him later, it would help to ease your mind.

“Do you think they’re gonna like me?” you asked out of nowhere. Your voice wavered more than you expected, needing to speak up over the shower.

“They’re gonna love you because I do, there’s nothing to stress about I promise,” Joe said as his cutt of the shower. He stepped out and wrapped a towel low on his waist, walking over to meet you. “You did great with my parents, this will be a cakewalk in comparison. You’re so sweet, amazing, and funny, I’m going to have to hope they don’t like you more than me”.

He leaned down, ghosting his wet forehead above yours causing you to giggle when droplets from his hair fell to your nose and cheeks. 

“I can’t get my face wet, I just finished my makeup” you said as you gently pushed him away, letting your hands linger on his wet chest.

“You’re right, I’d much rather get something else wet instead” he spoke as he turned out of the bathroom, bracing for your reaction preemptively.

“JOSEPH! Get your mind out of the gutter” you yelled out as his laughter carried into the bathroom from his bedroom.

Once you felt that your look was perfected, you took one last look in the bathroom mirror before making your way into the bedroom. You expected Joe to be downstairs, but were surprised to see him sitting on the edge of his bed with a small gift wrapped box in his hands.

“What’s that for?” you questioned, pointing to the gift in his hands.

“It’s for you, I was gonna wait to give it to you, but this seems as good a time as any” Joe said as he patted the spot next to him.

You sat down, joining him as you felt a fresh wave of nerves course through you. Joe placed the small box in your hands as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you into him. His smell offered a sense of comfort, remembering there was nothing to be worried about, this was your Joey.

You pulled the bow loose and slipped it from the box, you unwrapped the small bit of paper and removed the top from the box. A small gasp came from your lips as you took in the small piece of jewelry in front of you. It was small ‘J’ strung on a delicate gold chain, bringing a well of tears to your eyes.

You turned to face Joe, his eyes already on you as he reached up to wipe a stray tear from your cheek before it caused a streak in your makeup. Your mind was reeling, overcome with an influx of emotions and adoration for the man beside you. He always knew exactly what to do and when, having a knack for his small gestures having a big impact on you.

“Joey, I absolutely love it. Will you put it on me?” you asked, getting a soft nod in response as he moved his finger in a circular motion for you to turn away from him.

He stepped behind you, placing the delicate chain across the top of your chest as he brought the two ends together to clasp them. He softly released the ends, letting it fall naturally onto your chest. The dainty ‘J’ stood out against your skin, his initial looking nice around your neck. You looked up and turned your head to meet his gaze over your shoulder, the look of pure love in his eyes was unmistakable. 

“I’m not gonna lie, I got the idea from that taylor song you listen to all the time. I knew you were feeling some nerves about tonight so I wanted to give you something as a way to let you know I’m always there. Thank you for all that you do for me, you’re truly amazing and I have no idea what I’d do without you.”

“I swear you always know the right things to say and do, you never cease to surprise me” you said with a smile from ear to ear.

You placed your hands to his cheeks as you pulled him in for a passionate kiss, feeling things began to heat up rather quickly. You felt him pull back as he rested his forehead against your properly. 

“Now as much as I’d like to have you with this new addition, it’ll have to be later. We got dinner to eat and you have people who want to meet you.”

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so proud

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Since the season is now over, I would just like the share some of my fav pics that I’ve collected over the weeks😋

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With doll not knowing anything about football and joe refusing to teach her anything about it what if one day he saw her and the backup LSU QB explaining the rules and teaching her how to throw?do you think he would be mad?-🧡

The humid Louisiana air clung to Doll's skin as she stood near the edge of the practice field, trying her best to follow along with the backup quarterback’s explanation. The faint whistles of coaches and the sound of helmets colliding in drills filled the air, but Doll’s attention was locked on the football in her hands and the QB's patient gestures. He was kind, breaking things down in simple terms, but the terminology still felt foreign, like another language she was trying to decode.

“Okay, so the quarterback—uh, me—calls the play in the huddle,” he said, flashing her a quick smile. “After the snap, I look for the open receiver. That’s where Ja’Marr comes in. He’s usually the one running the route we need.”

Doll nodded, her lips pressed together in concentration. “And... if no one’s open?” she asked, her voice quiet.

“That’s when I scramble or throw it away,” he explained.

“So, it’s like this,” he said, demonstrating with his hands. “You get four tries to move the ball ten yards. That’s a down. If you don’t make it by the fourth try, the other team gets the ball. Make sense?”

Doll nodded slowly, her brow furrowed. “Kind of. So, what happens if—”

She was about to ask another question when the unmistakable sound of cleats crunching on grass interrupted them. Doll looked up to see Joe walking toward them, his towel draped over his shoulder, a bottle of water in hand. His white LSU practice shirt clung to his chest, damp with sweat, and his jaw was set in that sharp, confident way she knew all too well.

Joe’s eyes flicked from the backup QB to Doll, his expression unreadable but sharp enough to make the other guy visibly tense. “Since when do y’ care about learning this shit?” Joe asked, his tone low and casual, but there was an edge to it, as though the question wasn’t as innocent as it seemed.

Doll blinked, momentarily caught off guard. “I—I’ve been curious,” she said softly, her voice barely rising above the noise of the field.

Joe took a long sip from his water bottle, his gaze never leaving hers. “Funny,” he said with a smirk. “Didn’t seem like it when y’ had plenty of chances t’ ask me.”

Doll’s cheeks flushed, and she looked down at the football in her hands, shifting her weight nervously. “I did ask,” she said, her voice trembling slightly but steady enough to hold her ground.

Joe raised an eyebrow, his smirk turning cockier. “No, y’ haven’t.”

“Yes, I have!” Doll said, her voice a little louder now, though still soft. “Joe, I’ve asked you more than once, but you always tell me….”

He took a step closer, towering over her, his presence overwhelming. “Tell y’ what, huh?” he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “So now, instead of waiting for me, you’re getting lessons from a backup playin’ teacher?” He jerked his chin toward the backup QB, who was standing there awkwardly, trying not to get involved.

“It’s not like that,” Doll said quickly, clutching the football tighter to her chest. “He was just—he was helping me because you wouldn’t—”

“Helpin’ you?” Joe cut her off, his voice low but razor-sharp. He stepped closer, leaning in until Doll could see the flicker of irritation in his blue eyes. His gaze darted briefly to the backup QB before snapping back to her. “Right. Sure. Bet he loves being helpful.”

The QB shifted awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck as if he could feel the weight of Joe’s glare. “Hey, man, she was just messin’ around. It’s not a big deal,” he said, his tone casual but careful. “Seen she was tossin’ the ball. She’s not bad, man—all she needed was the right teacher.”

The words hit Joe like a sucker punch. The right teacher? The phrase echoed in his head, sour and accusing. Sure, he’d brushed Doll off when she’d asked him to teach her—maybe more than once—but it wasn’t his responsibility to play coach to someone who barely cared about football. Or so he’d told himself. But now? Seeing her out here, actually trying, and with someone else showing her the ropes? It grated on his nerves like nails on a chalkboard.

Joe’s jaw clenched, the irritation simmering in his chest bubbling over. His smirk returned, colder and sharper this time, as he turned to the backup QB. “The right teacher, huh?” he said, his tone dripping with condescension. “Yeah, well, maybe you need the right teacher. That’s why y’ the backup. Focus on the fuckin’ field, man.”

The QB stiffened, his jaw tightening, but he didn’t respond. Instead, he muttered something under his breath and walked off, leaving Doll standing there with Joe, the tension between them palpable.

“Joe,” she said softly, her wide eyes looking up at him, equal parts embarrassed and upset. “That was so mean.”

Joe shrugged, unapologetic as ever. “He can handle a lil truth,” he said casually. He grabbed the football from her hands, spinning it lightly in his fingers. “Y’ really wanna learn?”

Doll hesitated, her fingers brushing the edge of her sweater as she fidgeted. “I—I just thought it would be nice to understand... when you play,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Joe’s smirk faltered for a moment, his expression unreadable as he stared at her. Then, with a shrug, he tossed the ball back to her. “Fine. I’ll teach you,” he said, his tone cocky again. “But keep up. Y’know I won't repeat myself.”

Doll swallowed hard, nodding despite the lump forming in her throat. “Okay,” she said softly.

Joe turned, walking back toward the field, leaving her standing there with the football still clutched in her hands. From her spot on the sidelines, Nylah gave Doll a sympathetic look before muttering under her breath, “He’s such a dick sometimes.”

Doll exhaled slowly, her heart still pounding as she glanced at Joe’s retreating figure. She didn’t know whether to feel flattered or furious.

[burrowsluver]

Mo' Money Mo' Problems

See Me Through You Blurb

Synopsis: Asking for help has always been hard for you, but when you aren't left with another option, your recently drafted NFL boyfriend comes to your rescue

Pairing: Boyfriend!Joe Burrow x Girlfriend!Reader

Requested: by a gorgeous anon 😍

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Erin looked at you as you sat down across from her and sighed. This had been going on for the past week and you had now given yourself a headache trying to figure out what you were going to do.

“Call your boyfriend.” Erin told you as she threw your phone for you to catch it, but you quickly shook your head no as you caught it before it hit the floor.

“I am not calling him.”

“And why NOT?” She exclaimed and looked at you as if you were crazy.

“Because this is my problem and I'm going to deal with it. I don't have to run to him for every little thing.”

“YOUR BOYFRIEND PLAYS IN THE NFL! AS A QUARTERBACK! Or did you suddenly forget?”

“Just because he plays in the NFL doesn't mean I’m going to take advantage of that.” You said as you crossed your arms.

“Bestie, I love you but you fucking annoy me so much sometimes. So let me ask you this, Joe doesn't have a problem asking you for sex correct?”

“What in the world are you getting at?”

“Answer my question.”

“No, he doesn't.”

“And he fucks you raw simply because you had a fucking pregnancy scare two semesters ago when he won the Heisman.”

“Erin, get to the point already. I was scared out of my damn mind.” You replied as you rolled your eyes.

“My point is that you shouldn't have a problem asking your boyfriend who fucks you raw for money. At the very LEAST like bare minimum he can give you a little cash.”

“I get it but..”

“Uh no you obviously don't. And you know how he is. First thing out of his mouth is going to be why didn't you tell him. I'm convinced that man would drink your bath water if you let him.”

“I swear you get on my nerves.”

“Welp been doing that since we were three and that's not changing any time soon.”

“I don't know. I feel kind of weird asking people for anything. Like not just him and I’ve always been like that.” You said as you got up to go into your kitchen with Erin following close behind.

“It's not like he's going to want you to pay him back. I guarantee you that he'll give it to you without a second thought. You never know unless you try. Surprised he hasn't put your name on the bank account yet.”

“Something is wrong with you.”

“Bitch, don't act like he's not going to put a ring on your finger. Surprised he didn't do it our first semester.” Erin told you as you turned to look in the freezer for ground turkey to make homemade burgers for the two of you.

“Yes, obviously but not yet.”

“He is literally just waiting for you to graduate to do it.”

“And how do you know all this?” You asked as you began to cut up red onion along with some green bell peppers.

“I just do and like I said, he would drink your bath water.”

“Ew, Erin that's nasty.”

“Just calling it like I see it. But if you don't fix this in 48 hours when your rent is due, I'm calling Joe.”

Twenty four hours later you were finally lying down in your bed after a long and exhausting day, your phone rang indicating a facetime call coming through and you rolled over onto the other side to answer it. When your boyfriend's face came into view, you instantly smiled.

“Hi my love.” You quietly said and wrapped yourself tighter in the blankets that were covering you while propping up your phone.

“Hey baby doll. How was your day?” He asked while it looked like he was sitting up against the headboard.

“Hmm, long. I've been up since 4 in the morning. But you know I never pass up an opportunity to talk to you. I miss you.”

“I miss you too and Erin called me.”

“What? Why?”

She literally only gave you 24 hours and not 48 like she promised.

“You tell me. Something going on that I should know about?” Joe asked and you continued to look at him confused.

“Uh, not that I can think of.”

“Let me ask you this then. Have you paid your rent this month for your condo?”

“No and I have no idea why she called you. I told her I would take care of it.”

“Because you miscalculated your bills for this month and they added a whole bunch of fees and you decided to suffer instead of calling your boyfriend for help.”

“I…”

“Is that it?”

“I didn't want to bother you.” You quietly said and Joe just looked at you.

“Seriously? When are you ever bothering me? I have another question for you.”

“Yes?”

“You plan on being with me for a long time, right?”

“Yes.”

“And you know that I'm going to take care of you right? Especially when you graduate and move up here.”

“Yes.”

“So, why wouldn't I take care of you now?”

“I know you will, but if I can do it on my own, I'm going to try to.”

“But I'm here and you don't have to. Aren't you a WAG now?” Joe asked as he smiled at you.

“I want to be the W and not the G.” You replied without skipping a beat.

“Who’s to say that I don't already have your ring?”

“Well, my finger is still bare so? What does that do for me?” You told him as you held it up so he could see your hand.

“Touché, princess.” Joe told you as he smirked.

“Mm hmm, that's what I thought.”

“But next time you come up here we're picking out a house.”

“I…”

“Me and my future wife along with my future kids need a place to live so we can start looking. Or we can have it built, your choice."

“And a new car, mine is on its last leg.”

“Name it and it's yours. That goes for whatever else you want to.”

“NO! I'm going to get it! You are not going bankrupt buying someone who is not even your wife expensive things.”

“You ARE my wife; it's just not on paper yet.” He told you as he shrugged while your cheeks began to heat up.

“Babeeeee.”

“What? I'm not saying anything that isn't true. And besides, I'm not spending any money from my contract. Just my endorsement deals. But back to our original problem, you're good for the rest of the year.”

“I… JOEY! That was like 4,000 dollars!”

“Money is not a factor when it comes to you. If you need it, I'm getting it. So can we move on?”

"Fine, while I have you in a giving mood, I want an elephant." You replied and Joe simply gave you a blank stare.

"Best I can do is the Cincinatti Zoo, you gotta work with me here."

"Well, you said 'name it and it's yours'."

"Baby, I meant within reason and an elephant is not within reason."

[burrowsluver]

— MORTGAGE MISCHIEF, joe burrow.

PAIRING: Joe Burrow 𝔁 Black!Wife!Reader

GENRE: Husband & Dad Joe

SUMMARY: In which — Y/N caves in and makes a TikTok account, and it doesn't take long for her to try to prank her unserious husband.

NOTE: I love this trend on TikTok so freaking much, bro, I just couldn't help myself. I wish there was more pranks going around TikTok so I could write another one lol! Feel free to send me more ideas and suggestions, enjoy!

UNIVERSE: Tenderhearts & Touchdowns!

Y/N had never been the kind of person to keep up with social media trends. Her Instagram was mostly filled with family snapshots, vacation photos, and the occasional throwback post from her college days. TikTok, though? That was a whole different ballgame.

She’d heard the buzz about it, of course—the dances, the memes, the endless rabbit hole of videos that could steal hours of your day—but it wasn’t really her thing.

That is, until some of Joe’s fans started flooding her DMs.

It wasn’t unusual for her to get messages from fans, most of them kind and supportive, occasionally sprinkled with the usual social media chaos. But after a family photo Joe posted went viral—a candid shot of the two of them laughing while their kids played in the background—her inbox blew up.

Several people had suggested she start a TikTok account, saying things like, “Your family is so cute, we’d love to see more of you guys!” and “Please post more videos of Joe being a dad; it’s the content we all need!”

At first, she brushed it off. The idea of putting her family out there in such a public way made her hesitant. Their life was private, cozy, and real—did she really want to open that up to the internet? But the messages kept coming, and her curiosity eventually got the better of her. One evening, after the kids were asleep and Joe was watching game highlights, she downloaded the app.

It didn’t take long for TikTok to reel her in. The first few days, she lurked quietly, scrolling through endless videos of clever pranks, hilarious parenting fails, and, of course, a whole section of TikToks dedicated to football wives and girlfriends. It was the pranks that hooked her.

Women were pulling the funniest, most creative stunts on their unsuspecting husbands—pretending to be mad over made-up arguments, mispronouncing their favorite athletes’ names, and her personal favorite, casually dropping bombshell “confessions” to see how their partners would react.

She couldn’t resist.

“This would be perfect for Joe,” she’d said to herself one night, already grinning at the thought. He was so even-keeled most of the time, but his sass came out when he was caught off guard, and she couldn’t wait to see what he’d say.

So, Y/N started posting. At first, it was just lighthearted videos of their kids, like Hudson and Elijah racing each other in the backyard or Sawyer trying to crawl after their dog, who always managed to stay just out of reach. The comments poured in, full of love and laughter, and she started to feel less nervous about sharing these little moments. And then came the pranks.

She eased into them, starting small—things like pretending to forget what day of the week it was or asking Joe if she could switch his game-day hoodie with one of hers. His reactions were gold, and her videos started gaining traction. She didn’t know how many people would find it so funny, but apparently, the internet loved Joe Burrow getting pranked as much as she did.

Which is how she found herself, phone in hand, ready to execute her latest and possibly best trend yet: the “I can’t pay the mortgage this month” prank.

The living room buzzed with the quiet hum of family life. Hudson and Elijah were seated cross-legged on the rug, their faces scrunched in concentration as they connected Lego pieces, the colorful blocks scattered across the coffee table like a mini construction zone. Sawyer, their youngest, was on the floor nearby, rolling lazily on her playmat while holding her bottle with both hands, occasionally babbling nonsense to herself.

Joe was stretched out on the couch, the epitome of relaxation in his gray hoodie and sweatpants, his wife’s legs comfortably draped over his thighs. His focus was glued to the MMA fight playing on the TV, and he absently stirred his spoon around a bowl of cereal balanced in his hand.

Every so often, he’d let out a low, “Oof,” reacting to a particularly hard punch or takedown, his body slightly tensing with the action on screen.

Y/N sat beside him, phone in hand, scrolling through TikTok. She stumbled across the trend a few hours ago, and decided that now was too good an opportunity to pass up.

Glancing sideways at Joe, she smirked to herself. This will be fun.

She adjusted her phone subtly, angling it to record, and cleared her throat dramatically. “Joe?”

“Hmm?” he murmured, not taking his eyes off the screen as he scooped another bite of cereal.

“I need to tell you something,” she said softly, injecting a hint of nervousness into her tone.

Joe didn’t look up. “What’s up, baby?”

“Don’t get mad at me, okay?” she added, biting her bottom lip to suppress a grin.

That got his attention. Joe’s hand froze midair, his spoon hovering over the bowl, and he turned his head toward her, squinting slightly.

“What? Why would I get mad?” His sharp gaze shifted to the phone in her lap. “Wait… why’re you recording? You pregnant again?”

Y/N burst out laughing at his assumption, unable to keep up her serious facade. “What? No!”

“Are you sure? ‘Cause that’s how you told me about Sawyer,” he replied with a smirk, leaning back on the couch and rubbing his free hand over his face.

“You just pulled out your phone, started recording, and bam—‘Congratulations, you’re gonna be a dad again!’” Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn’t help giggling. “I’m serious, Joe. This is important.”

“Alright, alright,” he said, setting his cereal down on the side table and shifting so he was facing her fully. “What’s going on? And why are you being all dramatic about it?”

Y/N took a deep breath, steadying herself before delivering her line. “I, uh… I won’t be able to pay the mortgage this month.”

Joe blinked at her, his brows knitting together in confusion. “Girl, what are you talking about?” His tone was casual but tinged with disbelief.

She tried to keep her composure, clasping her hands together as if pleading. “The school’s on winter break, so my paycheck isn’t going to be enough. I just—ugh, I didn’t want to disappoint you.”

Joe stared at her for a moment, his expression unreadable. “Okay, wait. How much is the mortgage?”

Y/N’s mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. “Uh… like… $2,000?” she guessed, feigning confidence.

Joe’s mouth twitched, and he let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “Babe. You don’t even know how much it is, do you?”

“Well…” she stalled, trying to recover.

“That’s what I thought,” he said, leaning back against the couch and crossing his arms. “You’ve never paid the mortgage.”

“I know!” Y/N blurted, throwing her hands up dramatically. “I was going to as your Christmas present, but my paycheck won’t be enough now!”

Joe’s brow furrowed again, but this time his lips quirked upward, unable to hide his amusement. “So let me get this straight. You don’t know how much the mortgage is. You’ve never paid it before. And now you’re stressed because your Christmas present was gonna be paying it, but you can’t?”

“Exactly!” she said, doubling down.

For a moment, Joe just stared at her, then he broke into a deep laugh, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. “You’re crazy,” he muttered, shaking his head. Grabbing his cereal bowl, he leaned back against the couch.

“Don’t worry about it, babe. I got it.” He scooped another spoonful and took a bite like it was the most casual thing in the world.

Y/N couldn’t hold it in any longer. She burst into laughter, clutching her stomach as she nearly dropped her phone.

Joe raised an eyebrow at her, still chewing. “What’s so funny now?”

“It was a TikTok prank!” she wheezed, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes.

Joe’s smirk deepened as he shook his head. “Yeah, I figured. There’s no way you were being serious.”

“You were so calm about it, though!” she said, still laughing. “I really thought I’d get a bigger reaction out of you!”

“Nah,” Joe replied, reaching over to pinch her ankle playfully. “You’re too bad at lying, babe. Next time, at least Google how much the mortgage is first.”

From the floor, Hudson looked up from the Lego set with a curious expression. “What’s a mortgage?”

Joe snorted, pointing his spoon at his son. “Something you don’t gotta worry about, buddy.”

Elijah chimed in without looking up from his Legos. “Mommy’s bad at pranks.”

Sawyer let out a happy babble from her playmat, almost as if she agreed.

Joe laughed, pulling Y/N closer with one arm. “Looks like the jury’s unanimous, babe. Better luck next time.”

[burrowsluver]

LSU!Joe and Doll Sexting During Winter Break

-ˋˏ this post contains NSFW twitter links - enjoy at your own risk - don’t like it, don’t fuckin read it ˎˊ-

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-ˋˏ Warnings: Hella Sexting ˎˊ-

-ˋˏ A/N: Did not proof read this like... at all lol ˎˊ-

Being the sweet, timid, and shy girl everyone knew her to be, Doll had always managed to slip under the radar. People often overlooked her quiet demeanor, assuming there wasn’t much bubbling beneath the surface. But this winter break had proven, at least to herself, that appearances could be deceiving. Despite her shy exterior, Doll had discovered she was just as needy—if not more—than Joe.

That realization burned within her, unrelenting and undeniable, leaving her flustered and embarrassed at the thought of how much she wanted him. Even though phone sex was still new territory for her, and it took Joe’s barely patient, teasing persuasion to draw her out of her shell, the ache gnawing at her wasn’t so easily ignored. Tonight was no exception.

It was 2 a.m., and her house was cloaked in silence. Everyone was asleep, the only sounds coming from the faint creak of the old house settling and the soft hum of the heater. Yet, Doll was wide awake, her body betraying her in the most agonizing way. She felt like her skin was too tight, her entire frame thrumming with an unbearable heat. No matter how much she tossed and turned, the ache between her thighs refused to be soothed. It was maddening, making her feel more restless and desperate by the second.

She knew what she needed—who she needed. Joe. But the problem was, he wasn’t here. He was miles away, unreachable in every way except for the one thing she had at her fingertips: her phone.

Her clammy hands gripped the device as she stared at the empty text thread, her teeth worrying her bottom lip. She hesitated, a nervous knot tightening in her stomach. Her thumb hovered over the screen, her mind racing. What if he was asleep? What if he didn’t respond? What if he thought she was ridiculous for reaching out like this?

But the ache in her core overruled her shyness, and before she could second-guess herself any further, she typed out a message, her fingers trembling slightly.

“Please tell me you’re awake,” she sent, the words looking stark and desperate against the dim glow of her phone screen.

The message flew off into the void with a single press of her thumb, leaving her heart pounding in her chest. She exhaled shakily, the silence around her suddenly deafening as she waited, staring at the screen like her life depended on it.

The seconds stretched out like hours, every moment that passed without a response making her stomach twist tighter. Her fingers fidgeted against the phone case, her mind racing with a thousand scenarios. What if he wasn’t awake? What if he didn’t see it? What if she’d made a mistake?

But just as she was about to toss her phone aside and bury her face in her pillow in frustration, her screen lit up.

“did u just send me a ‘u up’ txt…”

Her breath hitched as she read his reply, the words staring back at her through the soft glow of her phone screen. That simple, matter-of-fact tone—the teasing edge so distinctly him—sent a wave of relief crashing through her, soothing her nerves just enough to steady her trembling hands. Yet, it was immediately followed by a nervous flutter deep in her chest, her pulse racing.

Her lips parted, but no sound came out, the words she wanted to say tangling in her throat. Her mind spun as she stared at his message, the bluntness of it grounding her and making her cheeks burn all at once.

She shifted slightly on the bed, her breath shaky, the ache between her thighs impossible to ignore. It had been building all day, simmering beneath her quiet demeanor until it erupted into something she couldn’t suppress any longer. She squeezed her thighs together, seeking relief, but it only intensified the heat coursing through her.

The thought of him, miles away, his sharp grin and teasing words flooding her mind, made the ache unbearable. She didn’t have the courage to say everything she was feeling, at least not in words. But she had something else—something she knew would speak volumes without her needing to explain a thing.

With shaky fingers, she typed back: “Check Snap.”

She hit send before she could overthink it, her heart pounding like a drum in her chest. Because waiting for him there, in their private chat, was a video she had taken earlier in the day.

It wasn’t long, but it was enough to get her point across.

[ P!Link ] The video was short, but every second was captivating. Doll’s knees hugged the plush bear tightly, her delicate frame arching just enough to emphasize the curve of her back as she moved. Her bare tits pressed against the soft fur, the subtle friction drawing quiet, breathy gasps that she barely held back as she filmed. Her hardened nipples grazed the bear's fuzzy exterior with every shift of her weight, the sensation clearly igniting a spark that danced across her skin.

Her hips rolled slowly, deliberately, her panty-clad core dragging against the stuffed leg in a rhythm that was both innocent and suggestive. The damp patch beginning to darken the thin fabric of her panties hinted at just how much the act was affecting her, even though she tried to maintain an air of playful restraint.

The way her lips parted, her teeth catching her lower lip for a fleeting second before releasing it, hinted at the war between her usual timid demeanor and the heat coursing through her. Her thighs clenched tighter, her movements becoming slightly more insistent, as though she couldn’t stop herself from chasing that intoxicating friction.

“Got another me-sized stuffy for Christmas,” she typed, the words deceptively innocent.

She hit send, her heart pounding as she imagined Joe watching it, knowing the effect it would have on him—on both of them.

Joe’s response came quickly, a smirk practically dripping from his words.

“did u really just send me a vid of u riding a stupid ass stuffed animal?”

He added a string of laughing emojis, his tone teasing and mocking, with just enough of a sharp edge to make Doll’s cheeks flush—this time, a mix of embarrassment and frustration. But the feeling of discomfort didn’t last long, as the purple square popped up in the chat, signaling that Joe had sent her a video. Without hesitation, she clicked it, the video quickly filling her screen.

[ P!Link ] The heat from Doll’s cheeks radiated, her face flushing as the dampness between her thighs deepened. Her attention was consumed by the live video of Joe, the camera positioned just right for her to see from his shoulders down. 

But it wasn’t the view of his upper body that kept her transfixed—it was the visible bulge pressing against his shorts. Each subtle shift and movement of his body sent a throb of anticipation through her. He teased himself with his palm, rubbing and pressing before his fingers worked at the drawstring, loosening it with deliberate slowness. 

Doll held her breath as his hand slid inside, but before she could see more, the video ended. Her phone buzzed a moment later. His text read, Then, almost as if daring her, "ur move doll"

[ P!Link ] A smirk tugged at her lips, her skin clammy from how worked up she had become. She had half-expected him to ignore her or mock her outright, but instead, he was playing along. What she didn’t know was the effect she was having on him. On the other side of the screen, Joe was unraveling. He replayed the video over and over, his jaw slack, hand working himself harder each time he imagined her reaction. The seconds stretched into eternity until finally, his phone buzzed again.

"Had to take my pants off, its hot in my room :(" her message read, and then a purple square appeared, indicating a video. He clicked on it immediately, his head tipping back the second the video began to play. His thumb hovered briefly before he saved it to their chat, knowing he’d need it again later.

The video showed Doll on her hands and knees, her back arched in a way that made his breath hitch. She rocked her hips, slow and deliberate, making her ass jiggle with each tantalizing movement. The sight had him spiraling.

Joe scoffed at her faux innocence, the corner of his mouth twitching in amusement. She might be shy, but he knew better—she was far from innocent. Removing his hand from his throbbing length, he typed a reply, "luv ur ass so much."

He hadn’t expected her quick response, and when it came, it hit him like a jolt: "Miss you behind me."

The words stirred something primal in him, and before he even realized it, his hand was back on his length, stroking slowly as her message replayed in his head. He missed it too—more than he wanted to admit.

His fingers moved quickly over his phone, sending, "send more." Then, almost as an afterthought, "pls."

[ P!Link ] And who was she to say no, especially when every inch of her craved the feeling of being full of him, even though she knew it was impossible right now. Doll slipped her top off, leaving her in nothing but her cute panties.

She started the video slow, deliberate, giving him just a teasing glance at the edge of the fabric before tilting the camera upward. It lingered on her bare waist, a subtle hint of her now-topless state, before rising to reveal her bare tits. The clip was quick, tantalizingly brief—just enough to leave them both wanting more.

Joe was panicked, caught off guard by the rush of arousal flooding through him. He hadn’t thought it was possible to get any harder, but the surge of confidence she exuded hit him like a jolt straight to his cock, leaving him throbbing

Joe’s chest tightened as he scrambled to respond, his fingers moving hastily over the screen. He could barely think straight, her confidence undoing him completely.

"ur gonna kill me," he typed, followed by, "acting like a fucking tease."

He paused, his hand involuntarily tightening around himself as he rewatched the video, a growl escaping his lips. Another message followed, sharper this time: "be a good girl n send more."

[ P!Link ] Joe’s chest tightened as he watched the video, his cock throbbing painfully in response. The sight of her completely nude, the way she circled her clit, was unbelievably hot, but it left him feeling something he didn’t like—out of control. Normally, in person or even over the phone, he could guide her, direct her, tell her exactly what to do and when to do it. But this? It was all up to her. She could decide whether to follow his lead or ignore him entirely, and it drove him crazy in the best and worst ways.

He typed quickly, his tone biting, "u just gonna keep playin? showing off, making me fucking watch like ur in control”

His jaw clenched as he glanced at the screen again, barely holding onto his patience. His fingers hovered over the keyboard before sending one final message, "quit teasing me.”

She responds quickly, a pout evident even in her message: ":("

“Just trying to be good for you... wanted to show you what you taught me. To go slow, to tease myself.”

Her words drip with a mix of innocence and frustration.

Joe huffs, his fingers twitching with impatience. “ur teasing me now.”

His frustration mounts as he types furiously, barely able to control himself. “ur ready. can see how soaked u r. u want me to call u a good girl, start acting like one.”

The words spill from him, dripping with both dominance and desire, pushing her further into the game.

[ P!Link ] She did! She craved his praise, desperate to hear him call her the good girl she was. Joe assumed she’d backed out after several minutes of silence, so he decided to watch one of the videos they had made before the break. But as he settled in, a notification popped up. He opened it, finding multiple new videos waiting for him. Grabbing his box of tissues, he pulled it closer, preparing himself for what was about to unfold.

Slipping his hand beneath his waistband, he started the thread of videos, each second more intense than the last. Doll, legs spread wide in a familiar position, her cunt slick with desire, mirrored the way she'd look if Joe were there beside her. Her breathing hitched as she gently circled her fingertips on her clut, the sensation sending ripples of pleasure through her. Soft moans escaped her lips, barely audible, as she fought to stay quiet, her body betraying the deep ache building inside her.

Joe, on the other hand, was slow, methodical in his own movements, his fingers curling around his length, the warmth of his grip tightening with every stroke. His thumb traced the slit of his cock, collecting his own arousal that dripped from him, his gaze never leaving the screen, as if drawn to her every move. The connection between them was undeniable, even if unspoken, their shared desire palpable as the tension between them thickened with each passing moment.

When she dipped her fingers into her tight cunt, her moans grew louder, more desperate, the sound shifting to a whine as the pleasure coursed through her. It felt good, but it wasn’t Joe. She’d been grappling with this disconnect during winter break, the emptiness that lingered when she tried to recreate the intensity of what he gave her. Still, the slick, wet sounds coming from her movements were enough to make anyone believe she was lost in the moment.

Joe, unable to look away, turned the volume up, the sound of her whimpering and the wetness of her touch fueling the growing desire inside him. The noises only made him harder, his grip tightening around his cock as he moved faster, the rhythm becoming urgent as he sought relief in the tension she unknowingly stirred. The connection, though distant, still ignited something deep within him, making the need for her stronger with every passing second.

The videos came to an end, automatically pulling him back into the chat. The edge that had been building started to fade, no longer hearing the sound of her sweet whimpers and slickness or the sight of her puffy folds on display. He huffed, frustrated, and quickly typed out a message, wanting to remind her of the effect she had on him. “oh fuck,” he typed, his fingers trembling slightly as he sent it, making sure she knew exactly what she had done to him.

[ P!Link ] Without hesitation, he swiped to the camera. He’d planned on keeping the video brief, but in the heat of the moment, he got carried away. He didn’t bother to preview it before sending; he was too lost in the need to feel more. He could finish now if he wanted to, but he craved more of her—needed to see and hear more of her. The video he sent was raw, him rutting into his fist under his pants, the sound of his heavy breathing and moans filling the mic.

When Doll watched, her fingers instinctively began to move faster, her slick walls squeezing her fingers with each pass, her gaze locked on the screen. The tension in her body grew with each passing second. At one point, she had to grab her headphones, not wanting to disturb anyone in the house but wanting the sound to fill her ears, to imagine him with her. 

[ P!Link ] The second his video ended, her fingers didn’t slow down. She quickly swiped back to her camera, starting to record again, her head tilting back as her eyes fluttered shut in pleasure. She wasn’t even sure if her pumping, glistening fingers were in frame, but the wet sounds and whiny moans were enough to guide her. “Oh God…” she whimpered, her voice trembling with need. “I… shit. I’m… I’m close, God, I miss your cock,” she moaned, the words slipping out before she could even stop them.

But the overwhelming desire surged through her, too strong to care. There was no time for second-guessing or retakes. She sent the video, keeping her fingers moving but slowing their pace as she waited for him to send more. She needed it. She needed him.

[ P!Link ] Joe couldn’t stand the restriction any longer. The fabric of his pants felt too tight, and frankly, she was being far too good, tempting him beyond his limits. The teasing had gone on long enough—it was almost like he was torturing himself at this point. With a quick motion, he yanked the waistband down just enough to free himself, the sudden rush of relief making him groan. His length bobbed with the momentum of being unrestrained, the cool air in the room heightening every sensation as he quickly wrapped his fingers around himself, resuming the rhythm he'd lost. The chill in the air intensified the feeling, making everything feel sharper, better. After sending the video, he fought to keep his focus, his fingers trembling as he typed with one hand. "so good for me," he sent, his breath coming faster. "pretty lil moans," followed quickly. "talk to me doll," he urged, his voice almost a growl in the message. "come on," he added, the words dripping with desire as he waited for her to respond.

[ P!Link ] The next snap she sent showed sloppy pussy on display, the evidence of her desire clear. Her fingers moved in a rhythm, as fast as her small hands could manage, but it was still nowhere near the intensity Joe would bring. Yet in that moment, it was enough—his videos, his praise, and his teasing words had pushed her to this point. She pumped quickly, the slickness pooled around her fingers making her breath catch.

"S’wet… oh, God," she gasped, the sensation overwhelming her. "You'd make me feel s’full…" she whimpered, her voice thick with longing, her pout evident even through the screen. "Miss you so much… mmm, yesss…" The words slipped out without thought, the ache inside her growing, needing him, craving him, as the distance between them felt like a constant reminder of what she was missing.

[ P!Link ] The knot in his stomach tightened at her words. She missed him? He missed her—how she would pull him in, the way her body responded to him. The end of break couldn’t come soon enough, and neither could he, feeling the pressure building quickly. “You squeezin’ 'round y’ fingers, Doll? You close, huh?” 

His voice was rough, the need obvious. “Fuuuck, shit... I’m gonna come,” he groaned, the edge of his release nearly overwhelming him. “Come on, Doll... miss me so much, huh? Show me.” His words were a challenge, a demand, but the raw need in his tone.

[ P!Link ] And she did. Her fingers slowed as her climax hit, the overwhelming rush spilling over her hand, the warmth of her release coating her fingers. If Joe were there, she imagined he would have been quick to make sure nothing went to waste. He’d probably collect it, either using his fingers to bring it back into her or savoring the taste, taking his time as he always did, enjoying every part of her. But in this moment, all she could do was breathe through the intensity, the absence of him only heightening the ache.

"God, oh God..." she whimpered, her voice breathless, needy. "You like watchin’, don’t you?” She moaned softly, biting her lip. "Wanna see you come. You’d fill me up, huh?” She could almost feel the tension building on the other side of the screen, knowing that would have him spilling.

[ P!Link ] The words "Fuck, I’m gonna come" echoed in her ears, the sight of him on the edge, his body tense with need as he was about to release. She watched, heart racing, as he gave in to the build-up. Mimicking how he had touched her, he did the same. He replicated the slow, deliberate movements he had felt from her, the rhythm changing as he overstimulated himself, the intensity of the moment making him whimper slightly.

His breath became uneven, small whimpers escaping him as the video neared its end, his release lingering in the air even after it had passed. The tension, the desire, the connection—they were all there, even if they couldn't be fully acted on. As the video cut off, the silence that followed only made her yearn for more, for him.

Both of them lay panting on their own beds, separated by miles but perfectly in sync, sharing the same thought: winter break couldn’t end soon enough. The aftermath lingered, each needing to clean up but too worn out to move just yet.

Joe, unexpectedly, was the first to break the silence.

"don’t forget to pee," he texted, making Doll chuckle softly to herself.

"Wash your hand," she fired back, her teasing tone shining through even in text.

"bold move today," he replied, a statement that immediately made her pause.

"Good or bad move?" she typed, hesitation creeping in, insecurity slipping through.

"hot. so good. don’t let it boost ur ego tho," came his response, playful but undeniably sincere.

Her lips curved into a small smile as she replied, "What if it does?"

"i’ll fix that. don’t worry," he shot back, the promise laced with just enough bite to make her shiver.

"Goodnight doll."

[burrowsluver]

way to go, tiger - joe burrow x reader

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summary: after the chiefs loss and the bengals have been eliminated from the playoffs, you reflect on the season joe had

pairing: joe burrow x reader

word count: 1.9k

warnings: angst, fluff, maybe swearing (?)

notes: i actually hate this but oh well! 😍 i hope you all enjoy. i’m pretty sure this fic is just me yapping… so let’s just ignore that!

taglist: @starsinthesky5 @joeys-babe @wickedfun9 @joeyfranchise @burreauxsworld @burrowdarling @yelenasbraid

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The tension in the room was thick—thick enough to cut with a knife. You sat in your living room watching the snow fall outside lazily. Your gaze fell to your lap where you were picking at the skin around your nails, a habit you would constantly do if something was bothering you. Your head fell back against the headrest of the couch as you heaved a loud sigh—the same couch where you sat with your boyfriend, who still had so much hope.

Flashback to earlier

“Are you nervous?” you asked Joe, who was sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone. You could sense the tension in him, though he would never admit it. You, more than anyone, noticed how much effort he had put into this entire season, every practice, every game, every moment filled with determination. It had been a long road for him, especially in the past few weeks where you could see the rest of the team get their fire back. He had truly played at his best, guiding the once-struggling 4-8 team to an impressive 9-8 finish, earning the respect of his teammates and fans alike.

Tonight was a pivotal moment—whether the Bengals would make it to the playoffs would be answered tonight. The results of two games, the Jets vs. Dolphins and Broncos vs. Chiefs, would determine the fate of Joe and the team’s hard work. The tension in the air felt thick enough to cut with a knife, heightening your own nerves.

You set down two mugs of steaming hot cocoa on the coffee table before joining him on the couch, the sweet aroma curling around you like a comforting blanket. He immediately pulled you into his body, seeking any kind of touch from you to ground him amidst the swirling anxiety. “Nah,” he began, his breath warm against your forehead as he paused to press a gentle kiss to your temple. “I just don’t know if I’m ready to see if this is it.” 

“You know you should be proud of yourself, no matter what we’re about to watch, right?” you asked, taking a sip from your mug, the warm drink soothing you. His focus shifted to you, and you could see a hint of acknowledgment in his eyes, mixed with a tinge of the uncertainty that plagued him.

“I know… and I am,” Joe smiled faintly. “I just feel like I’m just getting started, you know. I’m not ready for this season to be over.” He leaned back against the couch, pulling you closer as the clock ticked closer to kickoff. You could feel the tension radiating from him, but you also felt the pride swelling in your chest for all he had achieved. 

End of flashback

The game between the Chiefs and the Broncos was still playing in the background, serving as a reminder of the Bengals' season coming to an end. Joe had retreated upstairs; you didn't blame him. You didn't really want to watch the rest of the game either, but you couldn't bring yourself to turn it off. The reality of the season being over didn't quite sink in for you. More importantly, it seemed unfair to Joe.

Throughout the offseason, Joe often vented to you about what everyone was saying regarding him. The claims that he would "never be the same" weighed heavily on him. You knew these doubts lingered in the back of his mind during rehab, training camp, and throughout the season. While Joe didn't hold grudges, he remembered everyone who had doubted him. He thrived on proving the skeptics wrong, and he had done just that, yet he still wasn't receiving the credit he deserved. He was an animal, blood-thirsty out on the field, putting up MVP-level numbers, but wasn’t in the conversation to win the award.

You finally reached for the remote after seeing yet another touchdown score and decided to head to the bedroom, hoping to find Joe along the way. As you turned the corner into the bedroom, you heard the faint sounds of water running in the bathroom. “Joe,” you sighed quietly, knowing he usually speeds through his showers, and he had been in there for too long. 'Maybe he just got in,' you thought to yourself. You stripped off your jeans and sweatshirt, slipping into a pair of pajama pants and one of Joe’s old shirts.

After lighting a cozy vanilla-scented candle, you crawled into bed, the soft sheets swathing you in warmth. Just then, Joe emerged from the bathroom, the door swinging open to release a wave of steam that enveloped the room like a warm embrace. His hair was slightly damp, and droplets of water glistened on his skin. “Hey,” he said casually, a smile breaking across his face.

“Hey,” you replied, your gaze lingering on him as he rifled through the drawer for a fresh pair of boxers. You admired the way he moved—confident yet relaxed, the familiar sight filling you with an unexpected warmth.

“I’ll be right back,” he said, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, the lingering scent of his body wash mixing with the candle’s fragrance as he turned to leave the room.

You took this moment to stretch, savoring the lingering warmth of the sheets before slipping out and making your way into the bathroom. As you entered, the steam wrapped around you like a comforting hug, making it feel like you were stepping into a small, private sauna. You washed your face, taking a moment to enjoy the soothing sensation of the cool water against your skin and the fresh minty scent of your toothpaste as you completed your nightly routine.

Once you returned to the bedroom, you found it still bathed in a soft, flickering light from the candle. Joe was still MIA, so you settled back against the plush pillows and began to scroll through your phone, letting the world outside fade away for a moment. As you scrolled, a nostalgic picture of a young Joe popped up on your feed—a candid shot of him grinning ear to ear with a messy haircut and bright eyes filled with mischief. The sight made you chuckle softly, and you couldn’t help but marvel at how time had changed him, yet the essence of that playful spirit remained.

Flashback to Joe’s draft night

"So what you're saying is that he has always hated having his picture taken?" you giggled as you sat next to Robin, who was flipping through the old pages of her meticulously arranged photo album. Each page was a time capsule of memories, holding snapshots from the past. Before the two of you graduated from LSU, you had promised Joe that you would follow him wherever he went, and for now, that meant staying with his parents in their cozy home in Athens.

As you waited for the draft call from the Bengals’ head coach, Zac Taylor — a moment that could change the course of Joe's life — you gazed at the photos of a much younger Joe. Each image captured a story: a spirited child with a mischievous smile, a carefree boy lost in laughter during a summer afternoon. There were dragonflies painted on the walls above his bed, delicate creatures he seemed to adore, fluttering playfully in the sunlight that streamed through the window. You could almost hear the soft creak of the swingset outside, where Joe spent countless hours, the laughter of friends echoing in your mind. Pictures from his pee-wee football team lined the pages, showing a determined kid whose dreams had no room for regrets

Suddenly, Joe flipped his phone around, revealing that he was receiving a call from an unknown Cincinnati number. Your heart raced with excitement for him. You jumped out of your seat, not wanting to steal this moment from Joe and his parents, who had shared their pride over every achievement. With quick strides, you made your way across the room, feeling a mixture of anticipation and nerves electrify the air. 

Leaning in, you kissed him gently on the cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your lips, and whispered, “Way to go, tiger,” a playful pet name that you loved to use. The corner of his mouth turned upward in a smile, and for a fleeting moment, the room fell away, leaving just the two of you in your little world. Then, with a soft squeeze of his shoulder, you crossed the room, your heart swelling with love and support, ready to cheer him on as he embarked on this next chapter of his life. The moment felt monumental, filled with hope and promise, as the phone call that could change everything began to unfold.

End of flashback

The images of little Joey flooded your mind, like snapshots from a time that felt both so close and so distant. His eyes always had that certain spark, the kind that could calm you down when everything else seemed to swirl in chaos. His innocence was his shield, a quiet defiance against a world that hadn't yet shown him its darker side. He didn't know of the cruelty or the meanness lurking out there; all he knew was that trampoline in the backyard, bouncing high and laughing free. Little did you know that on draft night, he'd soon have to learn how quickly the world could turn on you—and how fast he'd need to bounce back, just like those effortless, joyful jumps.

The soft rustling of the door broke your thoughts as Joe reappeared, slipping back into the bedroom with a quiet sigh. He crawled under the covers and settled himself against your chest, his head resting in the familiar spot.

“You comfy?” you asked playfully, running your fingers through his hair, planting a soft kiss on his forehead.

“More than you know,” he mumbled, his voice low and warm against your skin. His breath, steady and slow, made you feel both grounded and infinitely connected to him.

“Joe,” you started, your voice tinged with vulnerability, “I’m sorry for how this season ended...”

He lifted his head slightly, his eyes locking onto yours with that familiar, reassuring gaze. “I’m not,” he interrupted, his lips curling into a small, bittersweet smile. “I mean, yeah, it kills me that we didn’t make it in, but I’m proud of what we did this season. I’m proud of what I did this season.” The intensity in his voice softened as he brushed a stray lock of hair from your face. For a moment, that same look from his childhood photos—innocent yet wise beyond his years—flashed in his eyes, the calmness and determination that you’d always loved.

“Well, good,” you said, your lips tugging into a smile as you threaded your fingers through his hair. “You should be proud, Joe. You worked your ass off.”

Joe sighed, a little heavier this time, resting his head back against you. “Sorry I was distant tonight. I just needed some time to think, to process everything...”

You pressed a kiss to the top of his head, reassuring him. “No, it’s okay. You don’t have to apologize. I understand.”

He nuzzled deeper into your chest, the weight of the day seeming to lift with every second in your arms. “Goodnight, baby,” Joe murmured, his lips finding yours in a soft kiss that lingered just a little longer than usual. “Thank you for being here. I know this season's been rough on both of us, but... I really appreciate you. I love you.”

You smiled, your heart swelling with a warmth that only his words could ignite. “I’m always going to be right here, Joe. You know that. I love you. And I’m proud of you, tiger.” You gently kissed the top of his head, letting the quiet of the night settle over you both.

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[burrowsluver]

— MORTGAGE MISCHIEF, joe burrow.

PAIRING: Joe Burrow 𝔁 Black!Wife!Reader

GENRE: Husband & Dad Joe

SUMMARY: In which — Y/N caves in and makes a TikTok account, and it doesn't take long for her to try to prank her unserious husband.

NOTE: I love this trend on TikTok so freaking much, bro, I just couldn't help myself. I wish there was more pranks going around TikTok so I could write another one lol! Feel free to send me more ideas and suggestions, enjoy!

UNIVERSE: Tenderhearts & Touchdowns!

Y/N had never been the kind of person to keep up with social media trends. Her Instagram was mostly filled with family snapshots, vacation photos, and the occasional throwback post from her college days. TikTok, though? That was a whole different ballgame.

She’d heard the buzz about it, of course—the dances, the memes, the endless rabbit hole of videos that could steal hours of your day—but it wasn’t really her thing.

That is, until some of Joe’s fans started flooding her DMs.

It wasn’t unusual for her to get messages from fans, most of them kind and supportive, occasionally sprinkled with the usual social media chaos. But after a family photo Joe posted went viral—a candid shot of the two of them laughing while their kids played in the background—her inbox blew up.

Several people had suggested she start a TikTok account, saying things like, “Your family is so cute, we’d love to see more of you guys!” and “Please post more videos of Joe being a dad; it’s the content we all need!”

At first, she brushed it off. The idea of putting her family out there in such a public way made her hesitant. Their life was private, cozy, and real—did she really want to open that up to the internet? But the messages kept coming, and her curiosity eventually got the better of her. One evening, after the kids were asleep and Joe was watching game highlights, she downloaded the app.

It didn’t take long for TikTok to reel her in. The first few days, she lurked quietly, scrolling through endless videos of clever pranks, hilarious parenting fails, and, of course, a whole section of TikToks dedicated to football wives and girlfriends. It was the pranks that hooked her.

Women were pulling the funniest, most creative stunts on their unsuspecting husbands—pretending to be mad over made-up arguments, mispronouncing their favorite athletes’ names, and her personal favorite, casually dropping bombshell “confessions” to see how their partners would react.

She couldn’t resist.

“This would be perfect for Joe,” she’d said to herself one night, already grinning at the thought. He was so even-keeled most of the time, but his sass came out when he was caught off guard, and she couldn’t wait to see what he’d say.

So, Y/N started posting. At first, it was just lighthearted videos of their kids, like Hudson and Elijah racing each other in the backyard or Sawyer trying to crawl after their dog, who always managed to stay just out of reach. The comments poured in, full of love and laughter, and she started to feel less nervous about sharing these little moments. And then came the pranks.

She eased into them, starting small—things like pretending to forget what day of the week it was or asking Joe if she could switch his game-day hoodie with one of hers. His reactions were gold, and her videos started gaining traction. She didn’t know how many people would find it so funny, but apparently, the internet loved Joe Burrow getting pranked as much as she did.

Which is how she found herself, phone in hand, ready to execute her latest and possibly best trend yet: the “I can’t pay the mortgage this month” prank.

The living room buzzed with the quiet hum of family life. Hudson and Elijah were seated cross-legged on the rug, their faces scrunched in concentration as they connected Lego pieces, the colorful blocks scattered across the coffee table like a mini construction zone. Sawyer, their youngest, was on the floor nearby, rolling lazily on her playmat while holding her bottle with both hands, occasionally babbling nonsense to herself.

Joe was stretched out on the couch, the epitome of relaxation in his gray hoodie and sweatpants, his wife’s legs comfortably draped over his thighs. His focus was glued to the MMA fight playing on the TV, and he absently stirred his spoon around a bowl of cereal balanced in his hand.

Every so often, he’d let out a low, “Oof,” reacting to a particularly hard punch or takedown, his body slightly tensing with the action on screen.

Y/N sat beside him, phone in hand, scrolling through TikTok. She stumbled across the trend a few hours ago, and decided that now was too good an opportunity to pass up.

Glancing sideways at Joe, she smirked to herself. This will be fun.

She adjusted her phone subtly, angling it to record, and cleared her throat dramatically. “Joe?”

“Hmm?” he murmured, not taking his eyes off the screen as he scooped another bite of cereal.

“I need to tell you something,” she said softly, injecting a hint of nervousness into her tone.

Joe didn’t look up. “What’s up, baby?”

“Don’t get mad at me, okay?” she added, biting her bottom lip to suppress a grin.

That got his attention. Joe’s hand froze midair, his spoon hovering over the bowl, and he turned his head toward her, squinting slightly.

“What? Why would I get mad?” His sharp gaze shifted to the phone in her lap. “Wait… why’re you recording? You pregnant again?”

Y/N burst out laughing at his assumption, unable to keep up her serious facade. “What? No!”

“Are you sure? ‘Cause that’s how you told me about Sawyer,” he replied with a smirk, leaning back on the couch and rubbing his free hand over his face.

“You just pulled out your phone, started recording, and bam—‘Congratulations, you’re gonna be a dad again!’” Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn’t help giggling. “I’m serious, Joe. This is important.”

“Alright, alright,” he said, setting his cereal down on the side table and shifting so he was facing her fully. “What’s going on? And why are you being all dramatic about it?”

Y/N took a deep breath, steadying herself before delivering her line. “I, uh… I won’t be able to pay the mortgage this month.”

Joe blinked at her, his brows knitting together in confusion. “Girl, what are you talking about?” His tone was casual but tinged with disbelief.

She tried to keep her composure, clasping her hands together as if pleading. “The school’s on winter break, so my paycheck isn’t going to be enough. I just—ugh, I didn’t want to disappoint you.”

Joe stared at her for a moment, his expression unreadable. “Okay, wait. How much is the mortgage?”

Y/N’s mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. “Uh… like… $2,000?” she guessed, feigning confidence.

Joe’s mouth twitched, and he let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “Babe. You don’t even know how much it is, do you?”

“Well…” she stalled, trying to recover.

“That’s what I thought,” he said, leaning back against the couch and crossing his arms. “You’ve never paid the mortgage.”

“I know!” Y/N blurted, throwing her hands up dramatically. “I was going to as your Christmas present, but my paycheck won’t be enough now!”

Joe’s brow furrowed again, but this time his lips quirked upward, unable to hide his amusement. “So let me get this straight. You don’t know how much the mortgage is. You’ve never paid it before. And now you’re stressed because your Christmas present was gonna be paying it, but you can’t?”

“Exactly!” she said, doubling down.

For a moment, Joe just stared at her, then he broke into a deep laugh, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. “You’re crazy,” he muttered, shaking his head. Grabbing his cereal bowl, he leaned back against the couch.

“Don’t worry about it, babe. I got it.” He scooped another spoonful and took a bite like it was the most casual thing in the world.

Y/N couldn’t hold it in any longer. She burst into laughter, clutching her stomach as she nearly dropped her phone.

Joe raised an eyebrow at her, still chewing. “What’s so funny now?”

“It was a TikTok prank!” she wheezed, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes.

Joe’s smirk deepened as he shook his head. “Yeah, I figured. There’s no way you were being serious.”

“You were so calm about it, though!” she said, still laughing. “I really thought I’d get a bigger reaction out of you!”

“Nah,” Joe replied, reaching over to pinch her ankle playfully. “You’re too bad at lying, babe. Next time, at least Google how much the mortgage is first.”

From the floor, Hudson looked up from the Lego set with a curious expression. “What’s a mortgage?”

Joe snorted, pointing his spoon at his son. “Something you don’t gotta worry about, buddy.”

Elijah chimed in without looking up from his Legos. “Mommy’s bad at pranks.”

Sawyer let out a happy babble from her playmat, almost as if she agreed.

Joe laughed, pulling Y/N closer with one arm. “Looks like the jury’s unanimous, babe. Better luck next time.”

[burrowsluver]

Got Me Feelin' Myself

Summary: When you're unable to make it Joe's game, you have some of your friends over to help cheer him on...which slightly backfires on you.

Pairings: boyfriend!Joe Burrow x girlfirend!reader

Warnings: mentions of sex, lots of Joe praise, Joe being Joe Shiesty fr

Note: Happy Victory Sunday! Another texting fic for you all 🧡 Something I whipped up after the win last night. Hoping for alllll the good vibes today. hopefully, this will be something fun to ease our minds before the 4pm games!

Check out my Masterlist here!

Taglist: @burrowbarbie @definitelynotdomanique @one-sweet-gubler @plushkhiii @enchantedinfinity @iosivb9 @hellsingalucard18 Feel free to comment or message me if you'd like to be added to the list!

[burrowsluver]

# JB9 — NUMBER ONE GIRL !

MASTERLIST !

REQUEST !

001. SUMMARY !

✯ on a rainy night, you reflect on the growing distance between you and joe, wondering if it’s time to let go.

002. WARNINGS !

✯ angst, emotional distance, talks of self-worth.

003. NOTE !

✯ i loved rosé’s album, and i feel like i haven’t seen enough people praising it??? idk i thought it was spectacular and so beautiful… this is my first written fic for joe so let me know how it is/or leave any feedback!

word count : 1,4k

The city lights blurred through the rain-streaked windows of your apartment. You stared out at the streets below, hands clutching a lukewarm cup of tea that you hadn’t taken a sip from in over an hour. Somewhere in the distance, the faint hum of sirens and car horns echoed, but your mind was locked on a single, unshakable thought—Joe.

The last time you saw him was two weeks ago, when he’d kissed you goodbye on his way to another game. You remembered the way his fingers lingered on your cheek, the way he’d promised to call as soon as he landed. And he did. At first. But as the days passed, the calls became shorter, less frequent. Now, you found yourself checking your phone obsessively, the growing silence between you heavy and suffocating.

You pulled the blanket tighter around yourself, trying to shake the chill that had settled in your chest. It wasn’t just the distance; it was the feeling that you were slipping further from his world with every passing day. His life was so big, so public, and yours felt so small in comparison. It wasn’t jealousy—at least that’s what you told yourself. It was the gnawing fear that he didn’t need you the way you needed him.

You thought back to when you first met. It wasn’t under the glittering lights of his fame, but in the quiet hum of a coffee shop on a rainy afternoon. He wasn’t the Joe Burrow everyone knew then; he was just Joe, a boy with an easy smile and a laugh that felt like home. You fell in love with his humility, his quiet confidence, the way he made you feel like you were the only person in the room. Back then, his world didn’t feel so far out of reach.

But as his stardom rose, the cracks began to show. The late-night calls where he’d vent about the pressures of the game turned into hurried messages about flights and schedules. The weekends you spent tangled up together in your tiny apartment became rare, replaced by distant conversations and fleeting visits. You’d watch him on TV, surrounded by adoring fans, and wonder if he still saw you the way he used to.

You remembered the fight that changed everything. It was a few months ago, after he missed your birthday. You’d tried to be understanding, telling yourself that his career demanded sacrifices. But when he called that night, his voice distant and distracted, something inside you snapped. You’d told him that you felt like an afterthought, like you were holding onto something that was already slipping away. He’d gone quiet, his silence cutting deeper than any words. When he finally spoke, his voice was soft but firm. “You know how much this means to me. I thought you understood that.”

You’d cried yourself to sleep that night, the weight of his words pressing heavily on your chest. Since then, things had been different. The love was still there, but it felt frayed, like a thread stretched too thin. You wanted to believe that you could find your way back to each other, but the distance—both physical and emotional—felt overbearing.

Now, as you stared out at the rain-soaked streets, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were losing him. And the worst part? You weren’t sure if he even realized it.

The faint buzz of your phone jolted you out of your thoughts. His name flashed on the screen, and for a brief moment, your heart soared. But as you answered, the noise of a busy room greeted you before his voice did.

“Hey,” he said, his tone warm but rushed. “How’s it going?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, forcing a smile he couldn’t see. “Good. Just the usual. How about you?”

“Busy,” he replied, the sound of laughter and clinking glasses in the background. “We just finished a team dinner. I wanted to check in before it got too late.”

“I’m glad you did,” you said softly, but the words felt hollow. The call already felt like an afterthought, something he’d done out of obligation rather than desire.

“How’s work?” he asked after a pause.

“It’s fine,” you replied. “Same old, same old. Nothing exciting happening here.”

“I’m sure you’re still killing it,” he said, his voice softening a little. “You always do.”

You smiled faintly at the compliment, even though it felt distant, like he was saying it out of habit. “Thanks. How’s the team? Everyone holding up okay?”

“Yeah,” he replied. “Everyone’s been putting in the work. I think we’ve got a real shot.”

“That’s great,” you said, genuinely meaning it, but the words still carried a tinge of sadness. You wanted to be more excited, to share in his joy, but it was hard when you felt so far removed from his world.

There was another pause, longer this time. It felt like he was debating whether to say something. “Listen,” he started, “I might not make it back this weekend. Coach wants us to stay focused, and there’s some extra training we’re doing.”

You nodded, even though he couldn’t see you. “Yeah, I figured. It’s fine.”

“You sure?” he asked, his voice dipping slightly, like he knew it wasn’t.

“Yeah,” you lied, forcing a lightness into your tone. “I get it. You’re busy.”

“I’ll make it up to you,” he promised, but the words felt like they were on autopilot. How many times had he said that now? And how many times had you let it slide, convincing yourself that next time would be different?

“Okay,” you whispered, unable to muster anything more.

“Hey,” he said, his voice softening further. “I mean it. I hate being away this much. It’s not fair to you.”

Your throat tightened at the sincerity in his tone, but it only made the ache worse. “I know you’re doing what you have to do, Joe. I just… I miss you.”

There was a beat of silence on his end. “I miss you too,” he said finally, and for a moment, you let yourself believe it. “As soon as I get a break, we’ll do something. Just us. Okay?”

“Okay,” you murmured, even though you weren’t sure you believed him.

After the call ended, you stared at the phone, the screen dark and reflective. In it, you could see the faint outline of your face, tired and drawn. You thought back to the early days, when Joe’s attention felt like sunlight—warm and consuming, leaving no room for doubt. But now, the shadows had crept in, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were fighting for a space in a life that had outgrown you.

The rain outside grew heavier, the droplets cascading down the glass like tears you refused to shed. You wanted to call him back, to tell him everything—how lonely you felt, how much you missed the way things used to be. But what would that change? He was Joe Burrow, star quarterback, the golden boy of a city that adored him. And you? You were just the girl waiting for him to come home.

With a sigh, you set the phone down and turned away from the window. Maybe it was time to stop waiting. Maybe it was time to figure out who you were without him. But as you curled up on the couch, the thought of letting go felt like the hardest thing in the world.

The ache in your chest deepened, and a single tear slipped down your cheek. Maybe it wasn’t just time to figure out who you were without him. Maybe it was time to let him figure out what life was like without you. And maybe—just maybe—he’d realize what he’d lost.

You glanced back at your phone one last time, half expecting another call, a message, something—but the screen remained blank. In the silence of your apartment, you allowed yourself to wonder: if you walked away now, would he even notice? Would he fight for you the way you had always fought for him?

As the night stretched on, the doubt lingered, and the loneliness settled in like an old friend. Because deep down, you feared the answer more than the silence.

[burrowsluver]

Hard Reset XV

Pairing: Joe Burrow x Reader

Warnings: 18+ / Smut

Time/Place: Thursday, November 23, 2023 / Athens, Ohio

Description: This fic covers Thanksgiving as Joe struggles to deal with his season-ending wrist injury.

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

This update did not come easy! I've rewritten this thing so many times it's crazy. I'm not super happy with it, but I'm tired of tweaking it. I hope y'all enjoy it.

Inspo pic: To remember how he looked…🤤

I'm gonna provide a quick series recap since it's been a while. Keep in mind this is taking place last season (2023)…

During the first several games of the 2023 season, Joe struggled with a calf injury he sustained in training camp. He luckily made it to the bye week without making the injury worse. During the bye week, y'all had a secret wedding ceremony (Oct. 17th) then a honeymoon at the lakehouse.

After the bye, Joe had his best game of the season on the road against the 49ers, leading the team to a 31-17 victory and earning AFC Offensive Player of the Week. He followed that up with another win against the Bills, a close loss against the Texans, then he suffered a season-ending wrist injury against the Ravens (Nov. 16th).

This update takes place on Thanksgiving day (Nov. 23rd - a week after Joe's wrist injury). He's still wearing a stiff wrist brace. His surgery is scheduled for the following Monday (Nov. 27th).

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Thursday, November 23, 2023 (Thanksgiving) at Joe's parents' house in Athens, Ohio

You smile at Joe's mom as she rinses the last dinner plate and hands it to you to place in the dishwasher, both of y'all chuckling when you try to squeeze it in a couple of spots before finally wedging it behind a large platter. "That was close," you state, heaving an exaggerated sigh of relief as she adds some dishwashing gel before closing the door and pressing the 'start' button.

"Super close," she agrees, rolling her eyes as a loud roar erupts from the living room where everyone else is watching football. She nods at the two wine glasses sitting on the counter. "I'm actually glad we couldn't fit our glasses in the dishwasher," she whispers, giving you a conspiratorial wink as she pulls a bottle of blush wine out of the fridge. "I'm gonna have another small glass," she continues. "Wanna join me?"

"Sounds good," you grin. "I'm not driving anywhere tonight, so I don't have to worry about getting a little tipsy."

"That's the spirit," she chuckles, filling both glasses and taking a sip of her wine before continuing. "Speaking of driving, how was the drive this morning? Y'all made good time, and Joe seemed to be in a really good mood when you got here. I figured he'd be grumpy since he was forced to be a passenger."

"The drive was great," you murmur. "There wasn't much traffic, so it was pretty relaxing." You take a sip of wine, holding the cold liquid on your tongue for a bit before swallowing, your mind rewinding several hours back to the drive…

~ ~ ~

~ Earlier that morning ~

"I think we have everything," you mumble, putting your seatbelt on and reading over your checklist one more time before starting the Porsche. You carefully back out of the driveway and head down the street, rolling your eyes when Joe immediately starts rummaging around for the Flamin' Hot Cheetos you packed. "We're not even out of the neighborhood yet," you playfully scold, flashing him a quick grin as he rips the bag open and tosses a handful of the chips in his mouth.

"Give me some of those disgusting things," you giggle, grabbing a couple when he offers you the bag. "These are highly processed, look 100% radioactive, and barely qualify as a food item." You pop the spicy chips in your mouth, crunching them loudly as you shake your head. "So why do they taste so damn good?" you continue, opening your mouth for Joe to feed you another one.

"Because they're like crack for your taste buds," he mumbles around a mouthful of chips. "We hardly ever have them, though, so I refuse to feel guilty about it."

"True," you agree, coming to a stop and looking both ways before pulling onto the main highway, a huge grin appearing on your face when the first notes of "Hot in Herre" start blasting from the speakers. "Is this part of your Thanksgiving playlist?" you ask. "Yep," he answers, throwing you a cocky smirk, his curls bouncing against his forehead as he bops his head to the beat.

By the time you hit highway speed and set your cruise control, Joe is belting out the lyrics in a way that puts Nelly to shame, occasionally reaching over to feed you chips as he sings every lyric without missing a beat.

You throw quick glances at him, enjoying the huge grin on his face and the sound of his voice. The clear blue sky and light traffic add to the festive vibe as y'all leave the city behind, every mile traveled bringing you closer to his hometown. I have so much to be thankful for, you think to yourself, locking eyes with him for a second, the cheeky wink he graces you with bringing another smile to your face as you turn your attention back to the highway.

Just over 2 hours later, you pull into his parents' driveway, cutting him a look as the last song on his playlist comes to an end. "Wet Ass Pussy?" you giggle. "On a Thanksgiving playlist?"

"I was just thinking of things I'm thankful for," he purrs, dropping his gaze down to your crotch (which is concealed by the cranberry-colored cashmere wrap sweater you're wearing over your black leggings). You shake your head at him as you open your car door and hit the button to pop the trunk. "You're such a horndog," you tease, giving him a playful wink before sliding out of the car.

He quickly joins you behind the car, his piercing blue eyes studying your expression for several seconds before he reaches into the trunk to grab the duffle bag with his good hand; he makes eye contact with you again as he stands back up to his full height. "But you're thankful that I'm a total horndog for you, right?" he asks, his tone light-hearted but his expression betraying the fact that he's looking for a little validation.

"Totally thankful," you grin, rising up on your tiptoes to press a quick kiss on his lips before reaching into the trunk to grab the cooler that's holding the goodies you made for Thanksgiving dinner. "Sorry I can't carry that for you," he mumbles, gesturing with his right arm (which is encased in a rigid brace and mostly hidden by the sleeve of his gray sweatshirt). "I hate feeling so useless."

You set the cooler on the ground and close the trunk before stepping closer to him. "You're not useless," you soothe, reaching a hand up to cup the nape of his neck before pulling him down for a kiss. He drops the duffle bag on the ground as soon as your lips meet, placing his left hand on the small of your back and pulling you tight against him as he deepens the kiss.

Several heartbeats later, a loud "woooo!" causes y'all to pull apart and turn your heads toward the commotion, both of you sporting big grins when you see Joe's oldest brother walking toward you. "I was gonna ask how the drive went, but I think I already know the answer!" he chortles, giving each of you a big hug before placing the duffle bag on top of the cooler and picking them both up. "Out here sucking face in broad daylight. What will the neighbors think!" he continues, giving what can only be described as a gleeful giggle before heading toward the house.

"Since when do we give a shit what the neighbors think?" Joe snarks, throwing you a cocky grin as y'all follow his brother into the house.

~ ~ ~

Robin's voice pulls you out of your flashback. "Well, here's to a very successful Thanksgiving dinner," she states, holding her wine glass up in a toast. "I'll drink to that," you grin, clinking your glass against hers before taking a sip, both of y'all chuckling when another loud roar comes from the living room.

"Listen… I really appreciate you coming early today to help me finish cooking," she murmurs, stepping closer and lowering her voice a bit before continuing. "I also wanna thank you for urging Joe to come to Thanksgiving. I kind of overreacted when he said he didn't wanna come because of the wrist injury, but you worked your magic on him, as usual." She gives you a cheeky wink. "That boy is like putty in your hands. It's a good thing you use your power over him for good and not evil."

You return her grin, trying to act nonchalant as you feel a blush rising in your cheeks. -- You've been with Joe for several years, but you still get a little bashful when his mom mentions your intense connection with him. -- You throw a glance around the corner toward the living room before speaking. "I'm just glad I remembered to cut up his ham before taking him his plate," you whisper. "Although he probably would've just picked it up with his good hand and eaten it like a caveman, table manners be damned."

"For sure," she agrees, her expression turning serious as she continues. "I thought it was really sweet that you ate your entire meal with your non-dominant hand so he wouldn't feel so self-conscious."

"You know Joseph Lee," you chuckle. "Make something into a competition of 'who can do it better,' and he'll forget about any awkwardness because all he wants to do is win."

"Exactly! You really get him, you know?" she muses, smiling when you give a quick shrug. "I'm serious," she states, waiting for you to make eye contact before continuing. "You get him. Like, I can just tell he's at ease around you -- relaxed and happy. Y'all have always had that vibe."

"Thank you," you mutter, your throat tightening with emotion as she continues.

"I tell Jimmy all the time that we couldn't ask for a better partner for Joe. You loved him long before the money and the fame. Matter of fact, sometimes I think you love him in spite of the money and the fame."

You nod in agreement while holding her gaze, afraid you might break down in tears if you try to speak. She pulls you into a hug, giving you a few soothing pats on the back before stepping back and hitting you with a direct gaze. "It means a lot to Joe -- and to me and his dad -- that you love him for who he is as a person and not as a famous athlete."

You open your mouth to respond, but she forges ahead before you get a chance.

"I know football isn't really your thing, but that makes it even more amazing that you support him the way you do. It's nice that he doesn't have to worry about you leaving him if his career is cut short due to injury." She gives you an inquisitive look as her voice trails off, like she's wanting you to verify this statement.

You clear your throat as you nod your head. "Absolutely," you agree. "I'm here for the long haul."

"Can I tell you something?" she asks, throwing a quick glance toward the living room before locking eyes with you again.

"Of course."

"Joe's really worried."

"About his wrist?"

"That's part of it," she nods, "but he's also worried you might want to trade him in for a guy with a more boring job."

You roll your eyes playfully. "Like an accountant?" you ask.

"Yep, that's exactly what he said. How did you know?"

"Because he's mentioned it a few times. I've told him over and over that he has nothing to worry about, but that doesn't stop him."

"He can be really stubborn sometimes," she laments, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she continues. "He gets that from his dad."

You join her in laughter for several seconds before quieting down, both of you taking a sip of wine before you break the silence.

"I want you to know I mean it when I say I'm here for the long haul."

"I believe you," she nods, taking a deep breath before forging ahead. "We both know there's an expiration date on his NFL career, but that might be next year or fifteen years from now. Are you okay with it being the latter?"

"Yes, ma'am," you state, smiling at her before continuing. "I just thought of something Joe said when he proposed to me after the Heisman gala. He said football is just one chapter in our story, but we have so many other things to look forward to."

"That's very romantic," she grins.

"Yeah, it is. It resonated with me then, and it still does. -- Listen, I won't deny that I'm scared as hell every time he takes the field, but he's built for this. I'll do whatever it takes to support him because he's worth it."

"Ohhh, you're gonna make me cry," she mutters, quickly wiping a tear before it has a chance to roll down her cheek. "That kind of love is what every mom wants for her baby." She makes a sheepish face before continuing. "I mean, I know he's a grown man…"

"But he'll always be your baby," you interject.

"Exactly."

"And we both want what's best for him."

"Exactly!" she repeats, her eyes going wide at a loud noise next door.

"What was that?" you ask.

Robin grabs her wine glass and walks to the side window that overlooks the neighbors' driveway. She parts the curtains a couple inches and peeks out, nodding her head for you to do the same. "Ben, the neighbors' son, got a new truck about a week ago. Damn thing is ridiculously loud."

"And ridiculously big," you mutter, watching as the slight young man opens the driver's door and basically falls out of the oversized vehicle. Robin cuts her eyes at you, giving you a sly grin before speaking. "You know what they say about small dudes who drive huge trucks?"

"Yeah," you whisper, throwing a quick look over your shoulder to make sure y'all are still alone before answering. "They're overcompensating for their, ummm, shortcomings."

"Yep!" she chirps, both of y'all giggling while you continue to watch Ben struggle to pull his backpack out of the truck while standing on his tiptoes.

"What's so funny?" Joe's voice right behind you causes you and Robin to jump and squeal in unison, both of y'all quickly spinning around to face him. "Joseph Lee!" Robin yelps. "You scared the crap out of me! Made me spill half my wine!"

Joe looks at the tiny drop of liquid on the tile floor before raising an incredulous eyebrow at his mom. "That's not even a tiny sip," he scoffs, striding into the kitchen to grab a dishcloth before returning to clean up the spill. "Thank you," Robin mumbles, shooting you a quick grin as Joe stands back up; he looks back and forth between y'all before locking eyes with you. "So what were y'all laughing at?" he asks.

You slowly lick your lips and throw a nod toward the window, buying a little time before answering. "Shawty next door and his gigantic truck." Joe studies your expression for a few seconds before stepping forward to look out the window. "Damn," he mutters. "He basically needs a ladder to get in and out of that thing."

"For real," you agree, biting your bottom lip when he recaptures your gaze. He narrows his eyes at you as he takes a step closer, his voice low when he speaks. "You wanna tell me what you were actually laughing at?"

"I told you."

"I don't think you told me everything," he states, his knowing smirk causing your pulse to react.

"Quit reading my mind!" you chirp.

"I'm not reading your mind," he mutters. "I'm reading your body language."

The silence stretches out as y'all stare at each other, your eyes locked on his, unable to look away from his intense gaze.

"Good grief," Robin eventually mumbles, following that up with an inelegant snort that has you and Joe looking in her direction.

"What is it?" Joe asks.

"You're being ridiculous," she answers.

"How? I'm just asking a simple question."

"And she already answered it. We were laughing at Ben and his ridic truck."

"And?" Joe presses.

Robin rolls her eyes before responding. "And the fact that little dudes sometimes drive huge trucks to overcompensate for having small you-know-whats."

"Mom!" Joe snaps.

"Oh, don't look so scandalized," she chuckles.

"I think you've had enough to drink," he mutters, reaching for her wine glass, his eyes going wide when she snatches it away from him.

"This is only my second glass," she scoffs. "You've had way more than that."

"Yeah, but I'm way bigger than you."

She raises an eyebrow at him while taking a loud slurp of her wine. "You are way bigger than me," she muses, throwing you a quick smile before looking back at Joe. "When you were a toddler, I used to worry you wouldn't grow into that big ol' head, but thank God you did!" she chortles, doubling over with laughter at the look on his face.

"Thanks," he grumbles.

"You're welcome," she wheezes, pulling her phone out of her pocket when it chimes with a text message, her smile disappearing as she reads it.

"Everything okay?" you ask.

"Yeah, apparently some tabloid is saying Joe bought a horse ranch on some land overlooking the river." She rolls her eyes as she continues. "Sounds like a bunch of horse crap to me," she chuckles, her laughter trailing off when she sees the look on Joe's face. "It's not true, right?" she asks, her eyes going wide when Joe shrugs and drops his gaze to his feet. She turns her attention to you. "Did you know about this?"

"No," you mutter, staring at Joe as he continues to avoid eye contact, your gaze shifting to Jimmy as he breezes into the kitchen, the big smile on his face slowly fading as he notices the tense atmosphere. "What's going on?" he asks, looking between you and Robin before turning his gaze on Joe. "Let's go out on the patio," Joe mutters, spinning around and heading for the door, his body language tense as he walks outside and waits for y'all to join him.

Once y'all are outside, Joe starts talking while continuing to avoid eye contact. "It's not a horse ranch anymore; it's just a big house on enough land to give us some privacy." He briefly meets your gaze before looking back down. "I really love the privacy we have at the lake, but we'll hardly ever get to go there during the season. I just wanted something like that in the city."

Robin shakes her head before speaking. "So you want it to be your main residence?"

"Yeah," he mumbles.

"Don't you think you should've asked Y/n before making this decision?" She puts her hands on her hips before continuing. "I mean, it's one thing to buy a surprise lakehouse for the occasional getaway, but you really should've asked Y/n for her input on a house you expect to be your main residence."

"You're absolutely right," he mutters, running his good hand through his unruly curls while shrugging his broad shoulders. "I'm a total dumbass for not asking for my wife's opinion before buying it. I'll sell it if she doesn't wanna live there."

Joe's parents share a surprised look before his dad speaks up. "Did you say… wife?"

"Shit," Joe hisses under his breath, his eyes meeting yours for a second before he turns his head and stares into the backyard, his gaze not really focused on anything. "I can't seem to do anything right," he mumbles, chewing hard on his bottom lip while restlessly shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "It's okay," you whisper, stepping toward him and laying a hand on his left bicep, frowning when you feel the tension in his muscle. "It's okay," you repeat, your entire body buzzing with the urge to soothe him.

It takes several more seconds for him to make eye contact with you; you give him a smile as you exhale the breath you didn't realize you were holding. "We managed to keep the marriage a secret for five weeks," you tease, giving him a wink as you continue. "That's pretty damn good for such a big secret."

"You've been married for five weeks?" Robin asks.

"Yes, ma'am," you answer, keeping your gaze locked on Joe's as you continue. "Our secret ceremony was October 17th."

"But why keep it secret?" she inquires, her tone more curious than chiding.

"That's on me," Joe admits, his full lips stretching into a grin as he leans down and gives you a quick kiss before turning to face his parents. He wraps his left arm around your waist and pulls you close as he takes a deep breath, organizing his thoughts for the explanation he's about to deliver.

~ ~ ~

A few hours later -- after a quick shared shower -- you walk out of the bathroom that's connected to Joe's basement bedroom in his parents' house. Your lips curl up in a naughty grin at the sight of him sitting on the edge of the king-sized bed wearing nothing but a pair of gray boxer briefs, his thick thighs spread wide like an invitation.

"Hey sexy," you purr, resting your hands on his broad shoulders as you step between his thighs, a sizzle of heat licking up your spine when he slides his hands under the hem of your black t-shirt, his fingers teasing the edge of your red lace thong where it dips between your cheeks. He locks eyes with you as he pulls you closer, a look of contrition on his pretty face.

"I'm sorry I bought another house without asking for your opinion."

"It's okay," you soothe, digging your fingers into his tense shoulder muscles in a way that has him hissing with pleasure. "I'm looking forward to seeing it in person since you said the pics don't do it justice."

"We should be able to visit sometime next week. The sellers asked if they could stay until their new house is move-in ready. I told them that's fine since we're not in a hurry to move in."

"Cool," you nod, trailing your hands from his shoulders up to his neck, smiling at the look of bliss on his face as your talented fingers knead his tense muscles. "That feels good," he groans, his eyes fluttering closed for a minute before he recaptures your gaze. "I'm also sorry I spilled the beans about our secret marriage."

"Also okay," you grin. "Your parents took it really well."

"They're obviously delighted that I Iocked you down before you realize you're too good for me."

"I'm not too good for you."

"Yeah, you really are," he argues, his fingers teasing the edge of your panties in a way that has you narrowing your eyes at him.

"Where's your brace?" you ask, stepping back when he shrugs his shoulders. "Joseph!" you snap, the hint of warning in your tone causing him to roll his eyes.

"It's right there," he grumbles, nodding at the bedside table, the black brace barely visible in the dim light of the table lamp.

"You need to put it back on if you wanna get laid."

"I don't wanna put it back on," he grumps. "I can't touch you the way I want when I'm wearing it."

"That's the point, goober. You're supposed to keep your wrist mostly immobilized." You shake your head at his stubborn expression, stepping back when he reaches both hands out to touch you. "The one time we had sex without it, you hurt yourself bad enough to actually hiss with pain. That's not gonna happen again."

"It didn't hurt that bad."

"Yes, it did!" you argue, matching his belligerent expression with one of your own.

You stare at each other for a few seconds before he heaves a sigh and runs his good hand through his hair, clearly trying to think of something to say that will change your mind. "I mean… it hurt but not bad. I've got a super high pain tolerance."

"And I've got a super low bullshit tolerance."

"Meanie," he mumbles, his demeanor shifting from stubborn to sulky, his full bottom lip poking out in a lethal pout.

"Not gonna work, pretty boy," you state, grinning when he makes a face at you. "You're such a brat," you playfully scold. "Monday can't come soon enough."

"Why?"

"Because you'll have an actual cast after your surgery, and we can quit arguing about this damn removable brace."

"Everything's gonna be harder with the cast," he scoffs. "I won't be able to take it off to shower, so you'll have to help me shower every day for like a month."

"That sounds like fun."

"Oh yeah?" he smirks. "An entire month of scrubbing my pits and ass sounds like fun to you?"

"Yes." You slowly lick your lips before continuing. "Especially since you let me do certain things in the shower that you won't let me do anywhere else."

"I don't know what you're talkin' about," he mumbles, trying and failing to hide a naughty grin when you narrow your eyes at him.

"You know exactly what I'm talkin' about. What did we do in the shower last night before bed?"

"Ummm," he furrows his brow while pretending to ponder the question. "Remind me."

You study his expression for several heartbeats, making note of his flushed face and slightly parted lips. He's getting turned on just thinking about it, you muse to yourself, feeling your own pulse rate quicken at the thought. "What happened after we lathered up and rinsed off?"

"You told me to sit on the shower bench and you got on your knees between my legs."

"Correct," you grin. "And then what?"

"You know what," he mutters, his eyes fluttering closed and his face flushing an even darker shade of pink as he thinks back to last night. You think back, too, your eyes sliding closed as you mentally replay the naughty highlight reel.

~ ~ ~

Joe sitting on the built-in bench in your obscenely large shower, his big feet planted wide to give you easier access as you dropped to your knees between his thick thighs. He watched closely as you teased his erection with your hands and tongue before taking him in your mouth, working him slow while dropping a hand down to play with his balls. His grunts and groans got louder as you reached a little farther back, teasing his sensitive hole with your slick fingers while deep-throating him, your gag reflex causing your throat to convulse around his cock just as his climax hit, your name on his lips as he coated your throat with his release.

~ ~ ~

Joe's husky voice pulls you out of your porny flashback. "That was hot as hell."

"Mmm-hmm," you agree, your lips curling up in a dirty grin as you continue. "I'd play with your ass a lot more if you'd let me."

His mouth drops open in faux surprise. "I can't believe you just said something so filthy in my parents' house."

"If you put your brace on like a good boy, I'm gonna do something filthy in your parents' house."

He snatches the brace off the bedside table and quickly slides it on, tightening the straps as you drop to your knees between his thighs. You grind your thumb up and down the length of his erection a few times before leaning forward and flattening your tongue against him, teasing him through the thin fabric of his undies for several heartbeats before he stops you.

"Wait," he urges, his hot gaze locked on yours as he continues. "Get naked for me," he orders, the demanding tone of his voice kicking off a steady throb between your thighs. "Yes, sir," you whisper, standing up and sliding your panties off before reaching for the hem of your shirt, your nipples tightening when the cool air hits them. You drop your shirt on the floor and watch closely as his eyes linger on your breasts for several seconds before sliding down to your crotch, the heat in his gaze caressing you like a physical touch.

"What do you need?" you ask, cupping your breasts and swaying your hips in a way that has him licking his lips and shaking his head. "I need to be able to touch you the way I want, but I can't because of my fucking wrist," he grits out. "That's actually worse than not being able to throw a fucking football."

"Listen," you whisper. "You can't manhandle me right now, but you can still call the shots. Tell me what you want."

"I want you to ride me," he states, shucking off his undies before scooting back to lean against the padded headboard, sitting upright with a dirty grin on his pretty face. He pats his thighs in invitation, his impressive erection drawing your gaze as you quickly straddle him and reach a hand down to line him up with your entrance.

"Hold on," he urges, dropping his good hand down to tease your slick folds, letting out a deep-throated groan when he feels how wet you are. "So wet for me," he murmurs, playing with you for several heartbeats before sliding a finger inside. "I'm always wet for you," you whisper, whimpering when he adds a second finger and presses his lips against the crook of your neck, sliding his tongue out to taste you before tracing a slow line up to your ear. "I want you to cum on my fingers… then I want you to cum on my cock," he purrs, his husky voice sending a sizzle of heat down your spine as you start riding his fingers.

Your breaths come in short, panting gasps as he sets a demanding rhythm, his long fingers working magic inside you, his thumb occasionally flicking your clit in a way that has you whimpering with need. "Please," you beg, after several minutes of sensual torture, your back arching when he leans down to suck a hard nipple into his mouth. He moves back and forth between your breasts, teasing your nipples with his hot mouth as he curls his fingers inside you, hitting your sweet spot with deadly accuracy while grinding his thumb against your clit. "Don't stop!" you whine, burying both hands in his hair as your climax hits, your core contracting around his thick fingers in a way that has him groaning with arousal.

He let's you catch your breath for a minute before pulling his fingers out of you and raising them to his mouth, locking eyes with you as he licks them clean. "So good," he groans, his nostrils flaring to inhale your scent as he savors your taste. "I need to be balls deep inside you," he growls, the carnal intent in his voice sending another wave of liquid heat to your throbbing core. "Yes, sir," you whisper, rising up on your knees and reaching a hand down to line him up with your entrance, gasping when he leans forward and captures your earlobe between his lips, nipping it with his teeth hard enough to sting.

"Fast or slow?" you ask, sliding his tip through your drenched folds a few times before taking him inside, a whimper escaping your lips as his thick length stretches you open. "Slow and deep," he states, using his good hand to slow your descent as you envelop him in your tight heat, the aftershocks of your climax still pulsing through your core as you take him all the way inside.

Your eyes lock on his once he's fully seated, neither of you blinking until his eyes flutter closed at the feel of you giving him an intimate squeeze. "You feel so fucking good," he groans, hissing as you clamp down hard on him again. "Shit, baby," he grits out, his pupils blown wide with lust as he recaptures your gaze. "If you keep that up, I'm gonna bust in 30 seconds."

"Is that bad?" you tease, pulling off of him until just his tip is inside you. "Very bad," he mutters. "You feel so good I wanna spend way more than 30 seconds inside you."

"Okay, I'll go slow," you promise, managing to keep your word for several minutes before gradually increasing your speed, the lush sound of flesh slapping together loud in the quiet room as you bounce on his cock.

"Slow down, babe. I don't wanna cum yet," he grits out, tiny beads of sweat popping out on his forehead as he struggles to hold off his impending climax. "Thought you were gonna let me call the shots?" he grumps, his teasing expression at odds with his grumpy tone. "Sorry," you pant, going completely still with him buried deep inside you. "I got carried away 'cause you feel so good."

"And you feel fucking amazing," he murmurs. "So amazing that I need a sec to get myself under control, okay?"

'Yes, sir," you sigh, giving him an innocent smile when he narrows his eyes at you. "Calling me sir isn't helping. You know that drives me crazy."

"Sorry," you whisper, not even trying to look remorseful as you cup your breasts, bouncing them a few times before sliding your thumbs back and forth over your hard nipples. "You're not a bit sorry, are you?" he asks, watching closely as you continue to tease your sensitive peaks. "No, sir," you answer, giving him a cheeky wink when his gaze flicks up to yours for a second before dropping back down to your breasts. He licks his lips and shakes his head, swallowing hard before speaking. "If my wrist wasn't fucked up, I'd flip you over and spank your sweet ass. You know that, right?"

"Yes, sirrrrr," you giggle, gasping when he flattens his left hand against your lower belly, flicking your throbbing clit with his thumb a few times before massaging it in slow, steady circles, just hard enough to tease you but not hard enough to get you off.

"Who's laughing now?" he purrs, grinning at the look on your face. You don't answer his question; instead you dig your fingers into his shoulders and pull off of him to the tip, giving him a bratty smirk before grinding back down and hitting a wicked Kegel before starting to ride him, picking up speed as his mouth drops open in surprise.

"I said slow!" he hisses, removing his hand from your clit long enough to give you two solid smacks on the ass, his expression going completely feral at your reaction. "Yeah, spank me, daddy," you whimper, biting your lip when he gives you a couple more smacks as you ride him hard, your gaze locked on his when you finally slow to a stop. "Sorry," you repeat as you hit another Kegel, trying and failing to keep your expression neutral when he groans at the intimate squeeze. "You're calling the shots," you continue. "I just got a little carried away… again."

He studies your face for several heartbeats before speaking. "Damn right, I'm calling the shots," he states. "I'm gonna tell you exactly what to do, and you're gonna do it. Yeah?"

"Yeah," you whisper, an erotic rush surging through you at the look on his face, at the fact that he's just as turned on as you are. "Tell me what you want," you breathe, starting to move as he gives you instructions.

Several minutes later, you feel your orgasm building with every long, slow slide of his cock into your slick heat, all of your pleasure points throbbing at the sound of his deep voice growling orders at you -- "slower" - "faster" - "deeper" -- with the same cadence he uses to call audibles on the football field, his authoritative tone causing your core to ripple around his thrusting cock.

"I'm so close," you eventually whine, your eyes losing focus for a few heartbeats before you lock eyes with him. "You're gonna make me scream," you pant, biting your bottom lip when he adds a little more pressure to your clit. "Good," he growls. "Scream for me." You shake your head. "I can't!" you whisper, digging your fingers into his shoulders before sliding one hand up to tangle in his messy hair, arching your back in a way that pushes your breasts against him. "I don't wanna wake everybody up," you continue, your entire body straining for release as your hard nipples rub against his muscular chest with every thrust, the delicious friction making your toes curl.

"Kiss me," he demands, matching your energy when you capture his lips with more hunger than finesse. He sucks your bottom lip before sliding his tongue inside your mouth when you open up for him, aggressively stroking your tongue with his as you ride him faster. "Oh fuck," you whine against his slick lips as your orgasm approaches, fisting your hand in his hair when he pinches your clit with the perfect amount of pressure to set you off.

Your climax hits so hard it takes your breath away for a few seconds before you unleash a primal scream directly into his mouth, every nerve ending in your body buzzing with the force of your release as he swallows the sounds of your pleasure. "You drive me fucking crazy," he grits out as his climax hits a few seconds later, a steady stream of dirty praise spilling from his lips as your core milks him dry.

Several minutes later, after you catch your breath, you dismount and roll onto your back, grinning up at him as he gazes down at you. "That was intense," you giggle. "Crazy intense," he agrees, giving you a wink before scooting off the bed and heading toward the bathroom. You slide off the bed and follow him on shaky legs, quickly sitting on the toilet to pee while he heats up water in the sink, wetting a washcloth and squeezing it out with his good hand while you wipe and flush the toilet. You wash and dry your hands then reach for the damp washcloth he's holding, not at all surprised when he drops to his knees. "This is my job," he states, carefully cleaning you up, his gaze capturing yours for a second before dropping back down to watch the task at hand.

Once he's cleaned both of you, you put your panties on but decide to leave your t-shirt off, knowing that Joe will keep you warm since he gives off body heat like a furnace. You help him shimmy into his undies before sliding under the bed covers, stifling a squeal when he launches himself onto the bed beside you. "Settle down!" you order, giggling as he bounces on his knees a few times before lying down, a big grin on his face as he finally joins you under the covers.

Y'all are lying on your backs with your heads turned toward each other. "You're gonna hurt your wrist being a rambunctious lunatic," you playfully scold, chuckling when he sticks his tongue out at you. "I'm sick of my stupid wrist," he grumbles. "I can't do anything fun because of it. Couldn't even spank your ass properly."

"You spanked my ass just fine," you purr, giving him a wink as you continue. "In fact, everything you did was amazing. If I didn't know, I'd never guess you were using your non-dominant hand."

"Really? Are you just saying that to make me feel better?"

"Feel better about what?" you tease. "You just gave me two mind-blowing orgasms. You should feel pretty damn good about that, don't you think?"

"I guess so," he mutters, his tone neutral but his grin cocky as fuck. You return his grin for a few seconds before letting out a small yawn. "Are you super sleepy?" he asks.

"No. I'm tired but not super sleepy. What about you?"

"Same."

"You wanna watch TV for a bit?"

"Can we just talk?" he asks, giving you a smile when you roll onto your side and push up on an elbow, looking down at him in the dim glow of the bedside lamp. "Sure." You return his smile, lightly tracing your fingers over his bare chest. "What's on your mind?"

"Since it's Thanksgiving, I wanna make sure you know how thankful I am for you. This wrist injury would be hitting me way harder if I wasn't married to my dream woman."

"That's so sweet," you sigh, leaning down to drop a lingering kiss on his lips before pulling back. "And I'm thankful to be married to my dream man."

"I'm not your dream man," he states, his tone bland but his expression looking more than a little serious.

"Of course you are."

"Not as long as I'm playing football. I know you hate how violent it is, and I don't blame you considering how often I get hurt."

His bottom lip is about halfway to a full pout when you lean forward and press a kiss on it, nipping it playfully. "I don't love the violence, but I love you and I love watching you play. The things you do on a football field are pure art."

"Thanks," he mumbles, trying and failing to suppress a smug grin. "I just worry that you might wanna trade me in for someone with a boring job like…"

"An accountant?" you finish, playfully rolling your eyes.

"Am I being obnoxious about it?"

"A little," you grin. "I've lost track of how many times you've mentioned it. I thought getting married would put those doubts to rest."

"Sorry," he mutters. "I won't mention it again."

"I just wish you'd accept the fact that I'm crazy in love with you, and no injury, no matter how severe, is ever gonna change that."

He studies your expression for several seconds before responding. "I'm a lucky man."

"Yeah, you are," you agree, reaching up to run your fingers through his messy curls before changing the subject. "I kinda miss your Star Wars sheets," you tease, nodding toward the plain black sheets y'all are currently lying on. "No, you don't," he scoffs, laughing along with you for a bit before leveling a naughty look at you. "Speaking of Star Wars," he continues, licking his lips as he leans into your hand that's playing with his hair. "I just thought of something that we def should've packed for this trip."

"What?"

He gives you a dirty grin before answering. "That lightsaber vibrator I bought for you."

"Oh hell no," you snort, shaking your head as he pokes his bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout. "Why not?" he asks. "When I use it on you, you really seem to like it."

"I love it," you soothe. "It's just SO loud, you know? No way I'd be comfortable using it unless we're home alone."

"It is pretty loud," he agrees, his expression shifting from pouty to cocky. "But you know what's even louder than the vibe?" You roll your eyes before answering. "The noises I make when you use it on me?"

"Exactly," he smirks. "Last time we played with it, I'm surprised the neighbors didn't call 911 from all the hollering you did."

"That was 100% your fault," you mutter. "You were bullseyeing my g-spot with that thing while sucking my clit. Pretty sure you knew that was gonna end in a screaming orgasm."

"And you loved it," he purrs.

"Yeah, I did."

"And I loved it, too," he states, his sensual expression eventually turning serious as he continues. "Can I ask you a question, and you promise to tell me the truth?"

"Of course."

"What do you really think about the new house? I know you've only seen pics, but… what do you think?"

You contemplate your answer before speaking. "I like that the neighbors aren't very close. The privacy will be nice. The exterior looks good. Maybe add a little extra landscaping but nothing major." You chew on your bottom lip for a bit before continuing. "The interior is aggressively beige…"

"We can change anything you want," he interjects. "Paint, flooring, fixtures, countertops, whatever."

"Okay. I won't really have an idea of what I want to change until I see it in person."

"Of course. And if you hate it, I'll either sell it or have it torn down and build whatever you want."

"That won't be necessary," you chuckle. "My only other observation is that it's a lot bigger than our current place."

"Yeah," he nods, "and the extra space will be nice when we host both sides of the fam at the same time. Speaking of that, how's your dad feeling?"

"Good. He's convinced he got a false positive on the COVID test. He's annoyed that he and mom missed Thanksgiving, but they're both really looking forward to spending Christmas with us." Joe makes a face, and you furrow your brow in confusion. "You don't wanna see my parents at Christmas?"

"Oh no, that's not it at all," he quickly states. "I just don't wanna spend Christmas at the lake." You open your mouth to speak, but he rushes ahead before you get the chance. "I don't know if I'll have my cast off by then, but even if I do, I'll be back in the fucking brace." He makes another face as he continues. "I'd rather feel useless at home instead of traveling all the way to the lake to feel useless."

"You're not useless," you soothe, leaning down to drop a kiss on his lips. "Anyway, I told your mom earlier today that I think we should host Christmas in Cincinnati instead of at the lake. You'll be in Pittsburgh with the team on December 23rd, and you probably won't get back home until the wee hours of Christmas Eve. I want you to be able to get plenty of rest before we do dinner and tree decorating with the fam later that day."

"You always know just what I need," he murmurs. "You think I can read your mind, but I swear you do the same to me."

"We're def on the same wavelength."

"For sure," he agrees, wiggling his eyebrows while gracing you with a naughty grin. "You gonna give me a nice welcome home when I get back from Pittsburgh in the wee hours of Christmas Eve?"

"Yes," you giggle. "But we'll have to be quiet because we'll have a houseful of guests."

"I mean, you're the loud one soooo…"

"And you're the reason I'm loud!" you chirp, swatting his bicep when he gives you a cocky smirk. "That's true," he agrees, his expression eventually turning more serious as he changes the subject. "How do you think your parents are gonna take the news that we're married?"

~ Y'all had decided to tell your parents about the secret marriage during a video call once you get back to Cincinnati, then make an announcement to the rest of the family when everyone gets together on Christmas Eve. ~

"They're gonna be happy," you state. "My dad will probably say 'it's about damn time!' but he'll mean it affectionately."

"I still can't believe you're my wife," he whispers. "Sometimes it all feels like a dream, but if I'm dreaming, I hope I never wake up."

"Same," you murmur, smiling when he unleashes a huge yawn. "Let's get some rest, sleepyhead," you suggest. "It's been a long day."

"Okay. -- Goodnight."

"Goodnight," you echo, pressing a kiss on his lips before rolling onto your back; you pull the covers up to your chin while making a mental note to buy him a set of Star Wars sheets for Christmas.

After a few minutes of silence, he speaks back up. "You still awake?"

"Yeah."

"Are we really not decorating our Christmas tree until Christmas Eve?"

You smile at his pouty tone before answering. "As soon as we get back home, we can set the tree up and plug it in, maybe even go ahead and put the garland on. We'll finish decorating it with our families on Christmas Eve."

"Okay, as long as it's lit up that'll be fine. The lights are one of my fav parts."

"I know," you grin. "I also bought a second tree for us to decorate together, just the two of us. It's scheduled to be delivered next Thursday. We can put it in the sitting area in the corner of our bedroom."

"Oh, that'll be fun," he enthuses. "Maybe have a couple vodka crans while we decorate it?"

"You stay trying to get me tipsy."

"That's not hard to do since you can't handle your liquor."

"Maybe if I was a muscular 6'4" pro athlete I'd handle it better."

"Maybe," he chuckles, loudly yawning before quieting down.

You're teetering on the edge of sleep when he speaks up again. "You still awake?"

"Yeah."

"As soon as we get back home, I'm gonna bust out that lightsaber vibe and make you cum so many times you can't see straight."

"Go to sleep, horndog," you playfully scold, secretly looking forward to it.

"Yes, ma'am," he chuckles, heaving a content sigh as you snuggle against him. "I love you, Mrs. Burrow," he continues, dropping a kiss on top of your head as you get cozy against his chest. "I love you, too, Mr. Burrow," you murmur, giggling when you both yawn in unison, his heartbeat, strong and steady, eventually lulling you to sleep.