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MY GIRL CHAI 😭

IVE MISSED YOU

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i missed you and I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

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woah i’m a whole month late seeing this, but damn i’m really crying 🥲 i love you more than words could say my majapookie. i’m forever thankful to have you in my life no matter what we go through. thank you, and i love you endlessly!! my taylor, my meredith, my bucky, my joey, my dorothea. 💌

today is an extra special day, because it's my bestie @joeyfranchise 's birthday 🥳✨

chey, wifey, i cannot put into words how much i love you and how grateful i am to have you in my life, and for how proud i am of who you are as a person ❤️

you've been there for me through thick and thin from obsessing over the same things to beefing with the same opps and it's truly one of the greatest friendships i could ever ask for 🩷

you're the marr to my joe, the sam to my bucky, the sabrina to my tay, the anakin to my obi wan and the christina to my mer 🥹

i love you lots, and i hope today is filled lots of laughter and joy 🫂

and remember if you're ever tired of being known for who you know, you know you'll always know me, dorothea 🧡

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pretty boy

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y’all… i’m alive

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IS THIS ON

IT’S ON BABYYYYY !!!

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petition to bring HIM back

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i love u bestie 🥰

i love you so so so so so so much arch 🫶🏻 i’m so glad you’re my bestie

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liv this is too cute i can’t 🥺

movie night — joe burrow

summary: super cuddly movie night with joe in the offseason

word count: 374

warnings: pure fluff☺️

taglist: @starsinthesky5 @joeyfranchise @joeyburrrow @burreauxsworld @burrowdarling @yelenasbraid @jburrgf @evasmlp

notes: HELLO. sorry i’ve been MIA for so long. this semester has literally taken it out of me, so i haven’t really had that much time to write. but please enjoy this little blurb i wrote on a whim.

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There was nothing like being in his arms.

It was as comforting as a warm drink in the winter. Refreshing as a breath of fresh air. It made you feel truly seen and at home.

As much as you love football and love seeing Joe what he does best, you never take the offseason with him for granted. The two of you are attached like velcro when he’s home. Wherever he went, you went too, and wherever you went, so did he.

Your weekly movie nights were your favorite. Snuggled up in one of his old hoodies, as the two of you watched a movie and he shared his nerdy commentary was the perfect way to end your night.

“Joe, share the blanket,” you grumbled, but the smile on your face gave away that you were only half-kidding. “My feet are cold.”

“I’m sorry, baby, I’m sorry,” Joe answered, sliding the blanket closer to you and planting a kiss on your temple.

“Your breath smells like popcorn,” you teased, a smile tugging on your lips. Your laughter filled the room when his jaw dropped in shock—maybe even pure hurt.

“Fine. No more kisses for you then,” Joe pouted, looking over to the TV that was playing some 2000s rom-com that neither of you had really gotten into.

“No!” you whined. “I was kidding, Joey. Please kiss me.”

“No, you said what you said,” Joe said, biting the inside of his cheek to keep himself from smiling. Inside, though, he was melting from how you craved his kisses

“I was kidding,” you frowned, your head dropping to his shoulder, looking up into his big blue eyes. “Kiss me.”

“What’s the magic word?” Joe teased, a smirk playing on his face.

“Please?” you asked, your cheeks growing red from the way he was looking so deeply at you. His fingers brushed along your jaw, bringing your lips to his. The kiss was sweet, gentle, like every ounce of love you shared was poured into it.

“I love you so much, sweet girl,” Joe murmured, his thumb stroking your cheek after you pulled apart.

“I love you so much more,” you giggled, laying your head back on your chest and turning your attention back to the movie.

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OH MY GODDDDDD

Okay people always talk about private time *wink wink* after Joe wins a game, but what about after a concert?? Like she’s high on adrenaline from performing, he’s high off of watching her do her thing on stage for hours. You know they’d be feral. In her dressing room after, in the car on the way home/to the hotel, in the shower that she desperately needs after performing. I’m unwell.

description: ask sums it up! the post concert/preformance adrenaline rush has you both all over each other ;)

a/n: this is the hottest thing i have ever written. i need water.

word count: 2.7k

series: you are in love

warnings: smut!!!, language, MDNI

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oh YES. im so unwell too, it's okay.

for this, we’re going to have a little snapshot into the future since the fics aren’t at this point yet ;)

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oh, you just know they're absolutely feral after a concert. the second she steps off that stage, still breathless, still riding the high of the crowd screaming her lyrics back to her, seeing all their smiles and excitement, joe is already waiting backstage. and god, the look in his eyes? it is sooo over for her. he's been in the tent, watching her for hours, completely mesmerized, taking in every move, every lyric, every sly little smirk she tossed his way from the stage. he's either a little drunk and delirious or a bit groggy after all the dancing and shouting, but that doesn't stop him from getting his girl.

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and yes, he danced along with her from the tent, even matched her choreography in some portions which he memorized from a few of the rehearsals he sat in on. he even interacted with her fans who noticed him, he had the biggest smile on his face too. he'd never been one to talk to strangers outside of when he had to due to his anxiety and closed-off personality, but for her? for her he'd do anything.

even though she was far away, locked up backstage as he was waiting outside in the crowd, he still somehow felt at ease as if she was right next to him. you know why? because he was physically in her world right now. her touch, her presence lingered in everything from the light-up bracelets on everyone's wrists, to the stage in front of him, to the feeling of mystique in the air. he was in the bubble she had so carefully crafted with her bare hands over the past few years, so he had no reason to be nervous, anxious, or quiet. he was happily out there in the crowd, chatting up a storm with her guests, team, fans, friends, family, and anyone who wanted to hear him sing her praises. he was surrounded by people who loved her almost as much as he loved her. joe really had nothing to complain about. this was a physical representation of her hard work, a testament to the countless hours in the studio he had witnessed, a reward for all those nights when he laid next to her and wiped the tears from her cheek.

this was her legacy.

oh, and how could we forget him singing along to every song on the setlist like it was all engraved into his brain (lowkey, with how often he listens to her music, it was).

moral of the story, yes. joe is that boyfriend. he is her biggest fan.

anyway, back to the point.

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she barely has time to catch her breath before his hands are on her, fingers pressing into her waist, pulling her into him. "you have no idea what you do to me up there," he mutters, his voice raspy, his breath warm against her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. she smirks, tilting her chin up at him, her own pulse racing. "oh, i think i do, quarterback," she said with a smirk, matching his confidence with some of her own.

they barely make it to the dressing room before he’s pressing her up against the door, hands gripping her hips, mouth trailing along the side of her neck. she’s still in her stage outfit, sparkly, barely-there, and it’s driving him insane. her chest is rising and falling rapidly, breathless from more than just performing, as she tugs him impossibly closer.

his hands roam lower, gripping her soft thighs, pressing her even harder against the door like he wanted to glue her to it. his mouth is everywhere--her jaw, the corner of her ear, her throat, the delicate curve of her collarbone--teeth scraping just enough to make her gasp. he loves that sound. loves the way her fingers fist the fabric of his shirt, desperate, like she needs him as badly as he needs her.

"god, you’re so fucking sexy up there," he groans against her skin, dragging his teeth over the shell of her ear again before dipping lower. his hands slide down, down, fingers teasing at the hem of her tiny outfit, tracing over the soft skin of her thighs once again.

"joe," she breathes, already dizzy, already melting. but he just hums, slipping a hand between her legs, pressing his fingers right where he knows she needs him most. she lets out a sharp gasp, her head falling back against the door with a soft thud.

he smirks, eyes dark and hooded as he watches her, watches the way her lips part, the way her chest rises and falls.

she’s so fucking responsive. that adrenaline is doing her wonders.

"this for me?" he murmurs, dragging his fingers over her, feeling just how warm, how wet she is for him. her breath hitches, and she nods, biting down on her lip.

he clicks his tongue, shaking his head. "nah, i wanna hear you say it,".

she barely managed to get the words out before he slipped a finger through her bodysuit, then inside her, slow and teasing, watching the way she fell apart for him. she gripped his shoulders, nails digging into him, legs trembling as he curled his finger just right.

"joey...fuck...,".

he groans at the sound of his name like that, adding another finger, pumping them in and out at a torturously slow pace. his thumb circles her clit, pressing just enough to make her hips jerk. she’s clenching around his fingers, making these soft, breathy little whimpers that are driving him insane. he presses his lips against her ear, his voice all rough and full of need. "you looked so good up there, baby. knew you’d be dripping for me the second you came off that stage,".

she lets out another choked moan at his words, her body arching into him, chasing the pressure of his hand. he groans, loving how fucking gone she is for him.

"you like knowing i was hard the whole time watching you?" his voice teasing her in so many ways that she was losing count. "thinking about how i was gonna have you the second i got you alone?".

she whimpers, her nails digging into his arms. "joe...,".

"shh, i got you, baby," he rasps, curling his fingers again to touch that one spot inside her, thrusting them deep, and dragging his thumb over her clit in tight circles again. her breath catches, and she’s right there, so damn close, her thighs squeezing around his hand.

he presses his forehead against hers, watching her fall apart. "cum for me, baby," he murmurs, and that’s all it takes--her whole body tenses, her mouth falling open in a silent moan as she comes undone around his fingers.

he keeps working her through it, fucking her with his hand until she’s whimpering, until her legs shake, until she’s gasping and clutching onto him like he’s the only thing keeping her up. he smirks, pulling his fingers from her, watching the way she shivers when he brings them to his lips, sucking them clean. "mm, sweet as always,".

she barely has time to catch her breath before he’s lifting her up, wrapping her legs around his waist. "we’re not done," he mutters, carrying her to the vanity table. "not even close,".

but unfortunately, they were when a knock at the door interrupted them.

so achingly close to a little more...

but it was always about timing ;)

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and then there’s the car ride. 

oh goddddd, the car ride. she’s still coming down from the high of performing...and the high from the dressing room, legs draped over his lap in the backseat as they went back to her hotel. joe is just looking at her--like she’s the most intoxicating thing he’s ever seen. his hand traces slow, lazy circles on her thigh, his grip tightening every time she shifts closer. he leans in, murmuring something about how incredible she was tonight (singing her praises as usual. he's so obsessed with her like joe, hello? just marry her already damn), how he couldn’t take his eyes off her, how she belongs up there. and maybe it’s the compliments, maybe it’s the way his voice sounds so raw with admiration, but suddenly she’s tugging him in by the collar of his shirt, kissing him like she needs to.

he groans into her mouth, his hand sliding up her thigh, fingertips slipping just under the hem of her sweats. she’s all over him, fingers tangling in his hair, pressing her body against his like she’s trying to crawl into his lap completely.

"baby," he mumbles between kisses, his voice all strained and breathless, "we gotta—fuck—driver’s right there,".

she doesn’t care. can’t care. not when he’s looking at her like that, not when she can still feel the way his hands had been on her just minutes ago in her dressing room.

she presses a kiss to his jaw, then lower, lips brushing over the sweet spot on his neck, feeling the way he swallows hard beneath her mouth. "then be quiet," she whispers, a smirk tugging at her lips.

he shakes his head with an amused chuckle, "you are insane," he whispers back.

but he’s already pulling her closer, his hand sliding higher, his grip firm as his lips find hers again, deeper this time. slower. like he’s savoring her, like he’s reminding her—he’s not done with her yet.

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then comes the shower back at the hotel.

that’s the thing about the shower—it’s necessary, but neither of them is pretending like it’s going to be just that.

her body is still buzzing with adrenaline, muscles aching in the best way from performing, and she knows she needs to wash off the sweat, the lingering heat of the stage lights, but the second she steps under the warm stream, he’s there.

joe is behind her in an instant, his bare chest pressing against her damp skin, arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her against him. the heat of the water is nothing compared to the heat of him, solid and burning, his body molding against hers like he belongs there.

he presses a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the back of her neck, "you’re unbelievable," he murmurs. his hands are already moving, trailing up her sides, palms rough against her soft skin, completely unable to keep themselves to himself.

she hums in response, letting her head fall back against his shoulder, sighing when his lips find the curve of her jaw. she tilts her head just enough to catch his lips with hers, but he barely lets her take control before he’s deepening the kiss, one hand sliding up to cup her breast, thumb rolling over her nipple. she gasps against his mouth, and he takes advantage of it, slipping his tongue against hers, swallowing every little sound she makes.

his other hand is moving lower now, fingers dragging down the slick expanse of her stomach, teasing the space between her thighs. "you’re still shaking," he mutters, smirking against her lips as his fingers brush over where she’s already aching for him, where he just was not too long ago. "performance high? or is this me again?".

she whimpers, hips rocking forward into his touch, but it’s not enough--he’s teasing her, fingers barely grazing, making her crave it, making her need it.

"joe...," she breathes, a little desperate, a little impatient, nails digging into his arms.

he hums, mouth dragging along the curve of her shoulder, one hand sliding lower, gripping the curve of her hip, pressing himself against her. "been waiting all night for this, baby," he rasps, his cock hard against the small of her back, twitching when she rolls her hips against him.

she turns in his arms, pressing her body against his, her hands sliding up his chest, her fingers tangling in his damp hair. his lips crash into hers, all a messy mix of tongue and teeth, desperate and hungry. the kiss is sloppy, wet, the steam curling around them as the water hits down against their tangled bodies.

"need you," she whispers, dragging her nails down his back, pulling him closer. "need you so bad, joey,".

his hands grip her thighs, lifting her like she weighs nothing, pressing her against the wall as the hot water continues to beat down on both of them. his cock is thick, hard, already pushing at her entrance, teasing her with shallow movements that make her squirm.

"so needy," he smirks, but there’s a softness to his tone, teasing her but filled with love. his lips brush over her cheek, then her temple, a contrast to the way he’s holding her captive against the tile. "you couldn't even wait till we got to the bed, huh?".

"joey....fuck, please. i can't," she pleads, the combination of the burning shower, the burning feeling in her stomach, and the sizzle of her skin under his gaze was all too much for her.

he grins, shaking his head because he just knows her too well, and then he slams into her in one deep thrust.

she cries out, head falling back, nails digging into his shoulders and leaving crescent moon marks. he groans from the feeling of how tight and wet she is around him, clenching like she was made for him. but even as he starts to move, rolling his hips in deep, punishing thrusts, his hands stay gentle on her--one gripping her thigh, the other splayed across her lower back, holding her close, keeping her steady.

"fuck, baby," he grits out, grinding his hips just right, making her feel every inch. "you were made for me,". his mouth finds hers, kissing her between gasps, swallowing the moans that slip past her lips. his movements are rough, desperate, but his kisses are soft, sweet, like he can’t help but adore her even while he’s wrecking her.

"you think i could sit there and watch you all night, looking so fucking hot on that stage, and not end up buried inside you the second we got alone?".

she whimpers, "ah, joe. p- please," as her her fingers tangle in his damp curls, pulling his mouth back to her. he moans into her mouth, his thrusts deep but unhurried now, savoring the way she feels around him.

"yeah?" he teases, voice thick, strained. "you like that? like how i fuck you after you get off stage all worked up, knowing i was watching, knowing i was losing my mind wanting you?".

she nods frantically, but it’s not enough. he needs words.

"say it," he breathes against her lips, slowing his pace, rolling his hips into hers with devastating accuracy--hitting every spot he knew she loved.

"love it," she gasps, nearly sobbing. "love when you fuck me like this--fuck, joe--,".

he groans, pressing his forehead against hers, his lips brushing over her cheek, her nose, anywhere he can reach.

"you gonna cum for me, baby?" he murmurs, feeling her walls flutter around him. "you gonna make a fucking mess all over me?".

"yes..yes, fuck--,".

he shifts his angle, tilting her hips, and that’s it--her whole body seizes, her walls clenching down hard, her moan high-pitched and desperate as she shatters, shaking in his arms.

"that’s it, baby," he groans, barely holding on, "so fucking perfect when you let go for me,".

her orgasm sends him over the edge--he thrusts once, twice, then buries himself deep, groaning as he spills inside her, filling her up, rocking his hips as he rides it out. he doesn’t pull out right away--just stays there, chest heaving, arms tight around her, pressing soft kisses to her jaw, her cheeks, her lips.

"mine," he breathes, forehead resting against hers. "always mine,".

he’s still inside her, but his grip turns tender, his touch light as he runs his hands over her slick skin, tracing every curve like he’s committing her to memory all over again.

"you okay, baby?" he murmurs, kissing her forehead, her nose, her swollen lips.

she nods, sighing contentedly as she melts against him. "yeah," she whispers, voice a little hoarse from well...everything. "i just love you so much,".

he smiles, tilting her chin up to kiss her again. "i love you more," he breathes against her lips. "always,".

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when they finally make it to bed--bodies exhausted, skin flushed, sheets a tangled mess -- joe just holds her, pressing soft, lazy kisses to her temple, the same hands that had been gripping her with desperate need now were tracing light, soothing patterns along her spine. “i love watching you up there. you’re magic,” he murmurs, his tone just as soft as his touch. she smiles against his chest, completely at peace, completely his.

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Well, we know how much songbird and joe are obsessed with each other, but what about when she’s ovulating 🤔 Like her boyfriend is the hottest man to walk the earth, does she feel more attached and well freaky when she’s having that kind of moment 👀 Do tell us the deets

warnings: SMUT & suggestive content below. yeah this one's... ;)

wc: 953

a/n: this has been in my inbox for SO long im so sorry anon 😭

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when she’s ovulating, something in her snaps. like a switch flips. she’ll wake up feeling it—that restless, aching kind of want that twists low in her belly, paired with this overwhelming need to be close to joe. to touch him, to have him. she’s clingier than usual, always seeking him out, always in his space. brushing against him in the kitchen, sliding her hands up under his hoodie when he’s standing around in just shorts, sitting in his lap like it’s her permanent seat.

and joe? he knows. he can tell the second it starts. she gets that certain look in her eye—like she wants to eat him alive. more whiny, more pouty, but also so damn bossy. she’ll crawl into his lap, tug on the collar of his shirt and murmur, “i need you,” and suddenly she’s grinding on him, moaning into his mouth before they even make it to the bedroom. sometimes they don’t make it. couch, kitchen counter, shower—wherever she gets her hands on him.

she’ll be insatiable, her hands everywhere—digging into his shoulders, tugging at the waistband of his sweats, gasping against his neck as she whispers things like “don’t stop,” and “i want all of you.” and joe? he is living for it. he loves when she’s needy like this, loves how she clutches at him like she’ll fall apart without him, how she gets all soft and breathless and desperate.

and ohhh the bedroom during ovulation week?? dangerous territory. the second the door shuts, she’s got him pinned—kissing him like she’s starving, her body already buzzing with anticipation. clothes come off fast, sloppy kisses, wandering hands, and joe practically groans when he feels how worked up she already is, how she arches into his touch with a whimper like she needs it more than air.

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a short little example :)

it starts slow...well, sort of. she’s been on him all day. touching him, teasing him, whispering filthy little things in his ear like “you know what today is, right?” while pressing kisses under his jaw. wearing one of his t-shirts and nothing else, brushing past him in the kitchen with a sway to her hips that’s entirely intentional. joe’s been holding back, barely. watching her like a hawk.

but by the time the sun sets, he’s got her on their bed—legs spread, pupils blown, her body arching up to meet his every touch. and she’s not quiet about what she wants. not tonight. not when she’s this desperate. her fingers tangle in the back of his hair as she gasps, “deeper, joe, i need you deeper...please—,”.

and he delivers. god, does he deliver. (good for him for knowing how to treat his woman).

he’s got her folded up just how she likes it, legs pushed toward her chest, and he’s deep. so deep she’s crying out, her nails raking down his back, her voice wrecked and whiny. his name falls from her lips over and over again like a prayer, and joe? he’s losing his mind. growling low in his throat as he watches her take every inch like she was made for it.

then it happens—he looks down, and there it is.

pressing up, right below her navel. the visual proof of how far inside he is, how much her body’s holding onto him. and she sees it too, her eyes fluttering open, dazed and ruined and hungry. she bites her lip, a shaky gasp leaving her mouth as she reaches down to touch it—hand pressed to her own stomach, eyes wide.

“oh my god,” she breathes, voice barely there.

joe groans, hips stuttering. “you feel that, baby? that’s me,” he pants, hand wrapping around her waist, holding her there like he needs it. “so fucking deep—your body’s takin’ all of me, like you want this,”

she nods, trembling beneath him, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes because it’s just so much, but she loves it. can’t get enough of it. needs every inch. she drags him closer, mouth brushing his as she whimpers, “don’t stop. don’t stop, please—,”.

and joe? yeah, he doesn’t stop. not until she’s shaking, her legs locked around him, her voice gone from all the moaning and gasping. and even then, he kisses her slow, hand smoothing down her side as he breathes against her lips, “that’s it, baby. took me so good,”. and whew...he gives it to her. fucks her hard. deep. the bed shaking, the headboard thumping, her voice raw from how loud she’s crying out his name. it’s not just sex—it’s primal. desperate. full of filthy praise and possessive hands and breathless promises in her ear like:

“gonna fill you up, baby. fuck you so deep your body won’t even think about anyone else,”.

“you’re mine. made for me. no one fucks you like i do,”.

and when she cums, it’s a mess—legs trembling, body convulsing, tears on her cheeks from the intensity. and joe? joe doesn’t stop until he’s buried all the way in, pulsing deep inside her, biting down on her shoulder with a groan that sounds like it’s being ripped from his soul.

and when it’s over? when they’re tangled in the sheets, her cheek pressed to his chest, still flushed and catching her breath? she’s all soft again. sleepy and satisfied and smiley, mumbling “you’re so good to me,” while he kisses the top of her head and holds her tighter.

and then she does it all over again a few hours later. ovulating songbird is ravenous. the walls are thin, the bedroom’s off-limits to visitors, and joe’s got the biggest, smuggest smile on his face for days. and she? she’s walking funny, glowing, and very much well taken care of.

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beard joe is my fav joe

i need this specific version of mr. ohio to come home

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why is peter pan always flying?

because he neverlands.

I JUST SAW THIS IM SO SORRY BUT LMFAAAOOOO

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i love bestie and i'm so grateful to u have you in my life

i love you too my bestie gal! i’m so eternally grateful for you, my person 🫶🏻

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i love you soooo much my chai chai 😘😘😘 forever grateful to have you in my corner ;)

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH ARCHIE POOOO 💗🥲 u are so special to me forever i’m so glad to know u