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AMERICAN PSYCHO

OLDER!RAFE X READER

IN WHICH

Rafe Cameron is a wealthy and polished man, concealing a dark, violent side. He’s charismatic, charming, and ruthless in his pursuit of success, operating in high society with a carefully constructed facade. Y/n is a successful young woman, driven and talented, with a blossoming career in the arts. Rafe becomes fixated on her after a chance encounter, unable to shake his obsession. He begins to stalk her, inserting himself into her life under various pretenses. At first, he’s all charm and allure, offering help and connections, but his darker nature slowly unravels as he becomes more envious and possessive of her. Y/n is drawn to him at first, unaware of his dangerous tendencies, but soon begins to sense that something isn’t right. Despite the red flags, she can’t seem to distance herself from him, as Rafe’s hold on her grows stronger. Rafe’s obsession intensifies as he becomes willing to do anything — and hurt anyone — to keep Y/n in his orbit. His interactions with her become more erratic, veering between extreme generosity and cold, calculated cruelty. Y/n’s life becomes a battle between her career ambitions and escaping Rafe’s suffocating grip, as she navigates the tension between desire and fear. Meanwhile, Rafe is driven to prove that he’s the only one who can truly “understand” her, obsessively shaping her world in his image. Rafe slowly descends into madness, and Y/n struggles to break free from his control.

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Ask awayyyy!!!

Wanna be nosy. . . here's your chance

0: Height

1: Virgin?

2: Shoe size

3: Do you smoke?

4: Do you drink?

5: Do you take drugs?

6: Age you get mistaken for

7: Have tattoos?

8: Want any tattoos?

9: Got any piercings?

10: Want any piercings?

11: Best friend?

12: Relationship status

13: Biggest turn ons

14: Biggest turn offs

15: Favorite movie

16: I’ll love you if

17: Someone you miss

18: Most traumatic experience

19: A fact about your personality

20: What I hate most about myself

21: What I love most about myself

22: What I want to be when I get older

23: My relationship with my sibling(s)

24: My relationship with my parent(s)

25: My idea of a perfect date

26: My biggest pet peeves

27: A description of the girl/boy I like

28: A description of the person I dislike the most

29: A reason I’ve lied to a friend

30: What I hate the most about work/school

31: What your last text message says

32: What words upset me the most

33: What words make me feel the best about myself

34: What I find attractive in women

35: What I find attractive in men

36: Where I would like to live

37: One of my insecurities

38: My childhood career choice

39: My favorite ice cream flavor

40: Who wish I could be

41: Where I want to be right now

42: The last thing I ate

43: Sexiest person that comes to my mind immediately

44: A random fact about anything

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˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚Off to the Races Valentines Day Special ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚Older!Rafe x Reader ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚Warnings: unprotected sex, p in v, impact play, use of “daddy”,cussing, breeding kink, cum swallowing, Rafe’s kinda rough, size kink, MDNI!!

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ a/n: Happy Valentines Day loves!💋💗more fics coming soon!!

Rafe had never been one for grand gestures, but tonight was different. He’d surprised you with a pink Supra, sparkling jewelry that caught the light with every movement, and a dinner he had somehow managed to cook himself—though he would never admit how much of it was made by the chef with a little personal flair. You couldn’t help but laugh as he stood at the stove, holding a pair of tongs with a look of intense concentration. “You’re gonna love this, Darlin’,” he’d said with a smile, setting the table with care.

As the evening settled into its warmth, you found yourselves curled up on the couch, the soft glow of the fireplace dancing around you both. Your head rested on his shoulder as he lazily stroked your hair, his breath warm against your cheek.

“You know,” you murmured, pressing a soft kiss to his jawline, “I think you might just be the best gift I could’ve gotten tonight.” Your voice was playful, teasing. “Although, I’m curious to see what you’ve got planned for later.”

Rafe’s lips curled into a slow smile, his eyes glinting with mischief. “You’ll see soon enough, Darlin’. You’ve been good tonight. Now, you just relax.” His hand traced your arm, sending shivers down your spine. His thumb brushed lightly across your lips before he kissed you again, soft and lingering.

You couldn’t resist being playful, your voice hushed but still full of excitement. “What if I don’t want to relax?” you whispered, your lips brushing against his neck. “What if I want you… right now?”

Rafe’s grip tightened around you as he smirked. “If that’s what you want,” he murmured, his voice dropping low with heat. “I’ve got no problem making sure you get exactly what you need.”

With that, he swept you off the couch, lifting you in his arms as if you weighed nothing. You let out a small laugh, kissing him all over his face, trailing little kisses down his neck as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. “You spoil me, Rafe,” you whispered with a smile, as he carried you effortlessly to his room.

He gave you a look that was both tender and full of desire. “It’s not spoiling you if you deserve it, Darlin’.” He set you down on the bed gently, his hands brushing over your body as his lips followed every inch of your skin. “Now, let’s see just how much I can spoil you tonight.”

Rafe pulled your pink mini skirt down before toying with your panties . He whistled,”Damn, my favorite. I’m gonna have fun ruining these, I know you’re so wet for me right now.” He pushed them to the side.

“Rafey! Don’t mess them up!” You giggled.

He smirked smugly and stuck two fingers in you,”Hm, well last time I checked I bought them. So I can do whatever the fuck I want, Darlin’.” He explored your cunt before finding your sweet spot.

“Right there, Rafey!” You squirmed and squeezed around his fingers.

”Are you sure, Darlin’?” He sped up his pace and started sucking your clit.

You gasped and moaned, closing your eyes,”Oh fuck! Yes!” You put your hands on his head,”Keep going.” You gasped breathlessly. He chuckled and did in fact keep going until you came.

After a minute or so he pulled back, taking his fingers out and putting them in your mouth,”Fuckin’ taste yourself baby, this is all me.”

You took his fingers out of your mouth, one of your hands on his wrist and your other palming his hard cock,”You need a lil’ help with that, Rafey?” You giggled, teasing him.

He groaned and put his head back,”Fuck, yeah I do.” He took his belt of and wrapped them around your wrists,”You wanna help me?”

You nodded eagerly,”Mhm!”

He chuckled,”Needy needy girl.” He quickly unbuttoned his shirt and took his dress pants and boxers off. He spat in his hand and pumped his cock a few times before lining it up. He winced as he slowly pushed his tip in.

You felt an uncomfortable stretch and you whimpered,”Rafey.” You whined.

He kissed your forehead while he started a steady movement,”You okay, Darlin’?”

You nodded quickly, biting your lip to contain a squeal.

He gently grabbed your jaw,”Come on baby, I wanna hear you.” You nodded again and let out a high pitched squeal. He smiled,”There’s my Darlin’, keep making those noises f’me baby.” He put your hands around his waist and moved quicker, making the bed creak loudly.

You clutched onto the pillow as Rafe ruthlessly pounded into you,”Fuck! Rafey it’s too much! Daddy!” You yelped, squeezing your eyes closed.

He grunted,”You want me to stop, Darlin’?”

“No daddy!” You responded.

He groaned,”Perfect.” He drawled,”I don’t I was able too, this tight cunt keeps sucking me back in.” He leaned down to kiss youdeeply then pulled back,”You’re so beautiful, y/n.” He smiled

down at you. You couldn’t respond, so you smiled back at him. All of a sudden, he pulled out and turned you over on your stomach then hovered over you.

You whimpered,”Rafeee, why’d you stop? I was almost there!”

He sighed,”Stop complainin’, Darlin’. I’m not done yet.” He lined himself up again and roughly shoved himself in you,”See?” He grunted,”I’m not done.” He delivered a rough smack on your ass before grabbing it, his hard callouses on his palms digging into your ass.

You squealed,”Daddy!” You squeezed your eyes shut.

He smirked,”Keep calling’ me that baby.” He slapped your ass again while fucking your your cunt, making your shake under his touch.

You moaned,”Daddyyy.”

“That’s a good girl.” He groaned,”You want my cum, Darlin’? You want me to fill you up?” He grabbed your face, making you stretch your neck to face him. You whimpered. He shook his head,”I need a fuckin’ answer.” He said a tad bit more aggressive.

You nodded, gasping,”Y-yes I do!”

“Say it like you mean it.” He slammed into you roughly before returning back to his original pace.

“I do! I really do!” You squirmed, your nails digging into the leather of Rafe’s belt.

He slapped your ass a few times and stretched the waist band of your panties, making it snap off,”C’mon, say the exact words, Darlin’.”

You groaned,”Fuck! I want your cum, daddy! I want you to fill me up, daddy!” You screamed.

He chuckled,”There’s my girl.” He lowered himself on you, trapping you in your position.

“I’m gonna cum.” You whimpered barely above a whisper, but Rafe somehow heard you.

“Cum f’me baby, Daddy just needs a few minutes.” He slowed his pace down slightly.

You felt the familiar feeling of an orgasm forming, your mouth opened and you let out a moan,”Fuck!”

He kissed your neck softly,”Keep squeezin’ my cock. I’m almost there.” After a few minutes, Rafe slowed down, his hips bucking into you. Soon after, you felt warm ribbons of cum in your sore cunt. You both laid there in silence, breathing heavily. He pulled out of you and rolled you back over on your back before plopping right next to you, evidently still hard.

You smiled at him,”That was good.” Your hands slowly trailed down to his cock,”You still wanna go?” You swirled your thumb over the tip and stroked his cock slowly.

He put his hand over yours, guiding your motions,”Mhm.” He rolled his eyes back and he moved your hands faster,”Fuck.”

You moved his hand out of the way and positioned your mouth over his cock, licking the tip before taking some of him in your mouth. His hips bucked and he gently put his hand on your head pushing you down,”Damn, your mouth feels s’ good around me.” You giggled around his length, still stroking the base. He pushed your head down more,”Tap my thigh if it’s too much.” You nodded, looking at him with your glossy eyes. You sucked gently, which made him shudder,”Fuck! I’m bouta cum, Darlin’.” His hips met your mouth and his hands pushed your head farther down, then you felt Rafe’s hot cum in the back of your throat. You pulled your head back, gasping and swallowing what he gave you.

He motioned for you to come lay your head on his chest,”Did I hurt you baby?”

You shook your head, smiling,”Nope. I’m good.” You drew circles, hearts and stars on his chest with your pointer finger.

“Good. You want me to start the bath? I bought you those bath salts you wanted.”

You sat up and gasped, peppering kisses on his his face,”Thank you, Rafey!”

He smiled and picked you up off the bed,”Anything for you, Darlin’. Any day.”

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-‘๑’- Happy Birthday Joey!!! -‘๑’- •·.·'Joe Burrow x sweetheart!reader'·.·•

It was a crisp December morning, and Joe Burrow’s birthday had arrived—though he wasn’t one to make a big deal about it. You, however, had other plans. Knowing how busy his life was, especially during football season, you wanted to give him a day that felt personal and special, no matter how simple.

Joe woke up to the smell of freshly brewed coffee and cinnamon rolls baking in the oven. The faint sound of music played in the background as you moved around the kitchen, wearing one of his oversized Bengals hoodies, carefully icing the rolls.

“Good morning, Birthday Boy,” you said with a warm smile as Joe wandered into the kitchen, his hair a mess and his expression soft with curiosity.

“You didn’t have to do all this,” he said, his voice still rough with sleep. But the way his lips quirked into a smile made it clear how much he appreciated the effort.

“I wanted to,” you replied, setting a plate of warm cinnamon rolls and scrambled eggs in front of him. “It’s your day. Let me spoil you a little.”

The morning passed lazily, filled with laughter, lighthearted teasing, and the occasional stolen kiss. After breakfast, you handed him a small, neatly wrapped box. His eyebrows raised slightly as he unwrapped it, revealing a custom leather-bound notebook with “JB9” embossed on the front.

“I know you’re always jotting down notes or ideas,” you said softly. “I thought you could use something special.”

Joe flipped through the pages, running his fingers over the cover, and smiled. “This is perfect,” he said, his voice low but sincere. “Thank you.”

Later that evening, after Joe returned from a light team workout, you whisked him away to a private dinner you’d arranged with his closest friends and family. The evening was filled with good food, laughter, and even a custom cake shaped like a football, complete with “Happy Birthday, QB1” written in orange and black icing.

As the night wound down, you and Joe ended up back at his place, the room dimly lit by the soft glow of the Christmas tree lights. He pulled you close, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as you both sank into the couch.

“You really outdid yourself today,” he said, his voice warm as he pressed a kiss to your temple. “This is probably the best birthday I’ve ever had.”

You smiled, resting your head against his chest. “You do so much for everyone else, Joe. I just wanted to make sure you felt how loved you are.”

Joe tightened his hold on you, his voice soft. “You do that every day.”

In that quiet, intimate moment, surrounded by warmth and love, Joe couldn’t imagine a better way to celebrate his birthday and his win than with you by his side.

A/n: Happy Birthday joeyyyyy!!!

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Joe x wife reader = romantic getaway

⋆·˚ ༘ *Husband!Joe x Wife!Reader ⋆·˚ ༘ *

The gentle hum of the plane’s engine was the only sound as you leaned your head on Joe’s shoulder, watching the horizon melt into shades of pink and gold. His fingers lazily traced patterns on the back of your hand, his touch warm and familiar. It was rare to get moments like this—just the two of you, away from the noise, away from his demanding schedule, and away from the endless pull of responsibilities. This trip was something you both needed, and the excitement of what lay ahead was already bubbling in your chest.

As the plane touched down on the private island, Joe turned to you with a grin, his blue eyes sparkling with excitement. “Ready for paradise?” he asked, squeezing your hand.

You nodded, a matching smile tugging at your lips. “Lead the way, Burrow.”

The resort was straight out of a dream: white sand beaches, crystal-clear water, and your own private villa tucked away from the world. As you stepped into the villa, you couldn’t help but gasp. The floor-to-ceiling windows offered a panoramic view of the ocean, the soft sound of waves lapping at the shore creating an instant sense of calm. A king-sized bed draped in sheer white fabric sat in the center of the room, and outside on the deck, a private infinity pool sparkled under the sun.

Joe dropped your bags by the door and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Worth it?” he murmured, his voice low and warm against your ear.

You leaned back into him, closing your eyes for a moment as you let the peace of the moment wash over you. “More than worth it,” you whispered. “This is perfect.”

The first day was spent doing nothing but relaxing. Joe insisted on carrying you into the pool, your laughter echoing through the air as he spun you around before gently lowering you into the water. You spent hours just floating there together, the weight of the world forgotten as you talked about everything and nothing. Later, he ordered room service—a luxurious spread of fresh seafood and tropical cocktails—and the two of you ate on the deck as the sun dipped below the horizon.

That evening, Joe surprised you with a candlelit bath on the deck, the tub filled with rose petals and the soft glow of lanterns casting a romantic light over the space. He poured you a glass of wine and slid into the water beside you, pulling you close until your back was resting against his chest.

“I’ve been looking forward to this,” he admitted, his voice soft as his fingers traced gentle patterns on your arm. “Just you and me. No distractions.”

You tilted your head to look up at him, your heart swelling at the tenderness in his eyes. “Me too,” you said, your voice just as quiet. “I’ve missed this. I’ve missed you.”

His expression softened further as he leaned down to kiss you, slow and sweet, as if he had all the time in the world. And in that moment, it felt like he did.

The next day, Joe insisted on taking you on an adventure. He rented a boat, and the two of you spent the morning exploring hidden coves and snorkeling in the vibrant coral reefs. You laughed as he tried—and failed—to catch a fish with his bare hands, his competitive streak getting the better of him as he splashed around in the water. By the time you returned to the villa, your cheeks were sore from smiling, and your heart felt lighter than it had in months.

That evening, the resort had arranged a private dinner on the beach. A table for two was set up under a canopy of twinkling lights, the sound of the waves providing the perfect background music. Joe pulled out your chair for you, ever the gentleman, and the two of you shared a meal that felt like something out of a movie.

As the night went on, Joe reached across the table to take your hand, his thumb brushing over your wedding ring. “I know things have been hectic lately,” he said, his voice earnest. “But I want you to know how much you mean to me. How grateful I am for you—for us.”

You felt your throat tighten with emotion as you squeezed his hand. “I know, Joe. And I feel the same way. I wouldn’t trade this life with you for anything.”

He smiled then, that soft, boyish grin that never failed to make your heart flutter. “Good. Because I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

The night ended with the two of you dancing barefoot in the sand, the stars overhead and the world fading away until it was just you and him. As he held you close, his arms wrapped tightly around you, you realized that moments like this were what it was all about. No matter how busy life got, no matter the challenges that came your way, as long as you had each other, you had everything.

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Me Fr tho.

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A reaction of how you react to Joe during Paris fashion week with the backless suit

A/N: That suit made me go CRAZYYY when I saw it.

ೃ࿐Paris Fasion Week ೃ࿐

ೃJoe Burrow x Reader ೃ

The sound of the hotel door clicking shut was the only thing breaking the silence. You leaned against the doorway, watching Joe toss his phone onto the bed and shrug off his jacket. He caught you staring and smirked, his hands casually tucking into his pockets.

“What?” he asked, his voice low, teasing.

You crossed your arms, raising a brow. “You know exactly what.”

Joe turned, slowly pulling at his cufflinks like he wasn’t the most talked-about man of the night. “Oh, you mean the suit?” He glanced over his shoulder, his smirk growing. “Thought it looked alright.”

“Alright?” you echoed, stepping closer. “Joe, you shut Paris down. You had the world collectively gasping. Me included.”

He chuckled, finally turning to face you. “Yeah? You seemed pretty calm during the show.”

“That’s because I didn’t want to start a scene in front of the cameras,” you shot back, your voice dripping with mock exasperation. “But now? Now I’m wondering what possessed you to wear a backless suit knowing I’d have to suffer through the whole night without saying anything.”

Joe grinned, stepping toward you, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Suffer, huh? Didn’t realize I had that kind of effect on you.”

You rolled your eyes, but your cheeks betrayed you, flushing. “Don’t act so innocent, Joe. You knew exactly what you were doing.”

He tilted his head, closing the distance between you. “Maybe I did,” he admitted, his voice dropping a notch. “But it sounds like you liked it.”

Your fingers toyed with the lapel of his shirt, your voice soft but firm. “Liked it? Joe, I’m still recovering. That suit—” You let out a breathless laugh, shaking your head. “It should come with a warning label.”

Joe’s laughter rumbled low as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. “Next time, I’ll let you approve the outfit. Or,” he added, brushing his lips against your ear, “you could just help me take it off at the end of the night.”

Your heart raced as you met his gaze, the playful banter giving way to something deeper. “That’s the least you can do,” you murmured, leaning into him.

“Anything for you,” Joe replied, his voice soft, his lips finally meeting yours.

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Drew Starkey x Sweetheart!Reader Headcanons

Sweetheart!Reader always……

memorizes Drew’s coffee orders, favorite snacks and foods, things he likes, and things that annoy him

Drew always……

Sneaks kisses on your cheek or forehead while he’s out with you. He’ll always hold your hand or put his hand on your back.

Sweetheart!Reader always……

Rehearses Drew’s lines for auditions and calms his nerves before any special events.

Drew always……

Wants to drive you where she’d like to be. Whether it’s Classes or Waffle House, he’s always up to drive you there. Sweetheart!Reader is……

Drew’s BIGGEST fan. Even when he tries to downplay his huge achievements, she always reminds him how talented and amazing he is.

Drew x Sweetheart!Reader……

Keep souvenirs/memorabilia from any adventure they go one. Dinner receipt? Kept. Movie tickets? Kept.

A/n:This is my first headcannon!! Blurbs coming soon. Thank you again to @nativegirltapes for the idea!!

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JB request Please.

Reader and Joe get into an argument that has them questioning their future with each other.

˗ˏˋWhat’s left for us?´ˎ˗

ꕥJoe Burrow x Reader ꕥ

SYNOPSIS:

The relationship between Joe and You has been strained due to your clashing schedules. You’ve been deeply immersed in finding stable work, while Joe’s demanding NFL career keeps him constantly on the go. The tension reaches its boiling point after Joe unexpectedly cancels your dinner plans for a last-minute team meeting.

You pace the living room, the untouched takeout containers growing colder by the minute. You’ve been waiting for over an hour, your frustration building. Joe finally walks in, his hair damp from the rain and his phone still in hand.

“Hey,” he says, his tone light as if nothing’s wrong. “Sorry, the meeting ran longer than I thought—”

“Are you kidding me, Joe?” You cut him off, your voice sharp. “Do you know how long I’ve been sitting here? Waiting?”

Joe frowns, clearly caught off guard. “I said I’m sorry. It wasn’t something I could just skip.”

“That’s the problem!” You exclaim, throwing your hands in the air. “Everything else in your life feels like a priority except me! How am I supposed to fit into this, Joe? Or do you even want me to?”

His face hardens, defensive. “That’s not fair. You knew what you were signing up for when we started this. My career isn’t something I can just put on hold.”

“I’m not asking you to put it on hold,” you snap. “I’m asking you to make an effort. To show me that I matter as much as football does.”

Joe’s jaw tightens. “You think I don’t care? I’ve been trying to balance everything, but it’s not enough for you, is it? You want me to choose—”

“I want you to stop making me feel like an afterthought!” You yell, your voice breaking.

The room falls silent.

“I don’t want to lose you,” he says quietly, his voice laced with vulnerability. “But I don’t know how to do this better. Help me figure it out, please.”

You blink back tears, torn between anger and the love you still feel for him. “I can’t be the only one trying, Joe. If we’re going to make this work, we both have to want it. Do you?”

Joe steps closer, reaching for her hand. “I do. More than anything. Just… don’t give up on me.”

Your gaze softens, though the hurt remains. “I won’t. But we have to start being honest with each other. No more pretending everything’s fine when it’s not.”

Joe nods, his grip on your hand firm. “Deal.”

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✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼ Meet-Cute ✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼

✼Joe Burrow x Ambitious!reader✼

Based on this ask: Hi! Can I request a JB fic where the girl isn’t much interested in the NFL and really focused on work or maybe finding work and then meets Joe. Like their meet cute and him pining for her if that’s okay? Thank you

⭒❃.✮:▹ A/N: LOVEEEEE, this idea🫶🏾

Warnings: none…just fluff as fluffy as a marshmallow!!!

She wasn’t like the other people at the gym. Joe could tell that the second he spotted her on the treadmill, jogging like she was on a mission, earbuds firmly in, completely ignoring everything and everyone.

He wasn’t used to being ignored. People usually gave him a double-take or tried to sneak a photo. But she didn’t even glance his way, and for some reason, that made her more interesting.

Joe wiped his hands on his towel, telling himself to let it go. She probably didn’t want to be bothered. But when he saw her frowning at the screen on her treadmill like it had personally wronged her, he couldn’t help it. He wandered over, hopping onto the treadmill next to hers.

“Hey,” he said, pulling out one of his earbuds.

She startled, glancing at him briefly. “Uh, hi?”

“You’ve got a good pace going,” he said, throwing out the first thing that came to mind.

She snorted—an actual snort—and he liked her even more. “Sure, if the goal is ‘don’t collapse in public.’”

Joe chuckled, slowing his treadmill to match her pace. “That’s a solid goal.”

She rolled her eyes but smiled, and for a second, Joe forgot where he was. There was something about the way her face lit up that made him want to keep her smiling.

“I’m just trying to not freak out before this interview,” she admitted, pulling out her own earbuds.

“Big interview?” he asked, leaning a little closer.

“Sort of,” she said. “It’s my third one this week, and I’m trying to stay optimistic, but it’s been… rough.”

Joe nodded, genuinely interested. “What’s the job?”

“Marketing,” she said, grabbing her water bottle. “But everyone wants experience I don’t have.”

“That’s tough,” he said. “You’ll get there, though. Sounds like you’re hustling.”

Her lips twitched, like she wasn’t used to hearing that kind of encouragement. “Thanks. What about you? You here to blow off steam too?”

Joe hesitated, scratching the back of his neck. “Kinda. I’m here for football. Gotta stay in shape.”

Her eyebrows raised. “You play football?”

“Yeah,” he said. “For the Bengals.”

She blinked at him, expression unreadable. “Like… professionally?”

“Yeah.”

There it was. The moment people usually lit up or started asking questions. But she just nodded like he’d told her he worked at the post office.

“Cool,” she said. “Not really my thing, but that’s cool.”

He couldn’t believe it. “You’re not a football fan?”

“Not really,” she said, smiling apologetically. “I mean, I know the basics, but I couldn’t name more than, like, two players. Sorry.”

Joe laughed, shaking his head. “That’s actually kinda nice.”

“What is?”

“Talking to someone who doesn’t care about all that,” he said honestly.

Her smile widened a little, and he felt his chest tighten. She had no idea who he was, but she was still talking to him like he mattered. He wanted to keep her here, to keep the conversation going, to learn more about the determined, slightly frazzled woman in front of him.

But she checked her watch and groaned. “I gotta go. Thanks for the pep talk, though. Uh… sorry, what was your name again?”

“Joe,” he said, grinning.

“Right. Well, thanks, Joe. Good luck with… football.”

As she walked away, Joe watched her go, his heart sinking a little. He didn’t even get her name.

Still, he couldn’t help the stupid smile that stayed on his face the rest of the day. And when he showed up at the gym the next morning at the same time, it wasn’t just for the workout.

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Based on this request by the bestest person @strawberries-and-lots-of-kisses:

Imagine jack is upset with you for whatever reason, and not speaking to you, but you know that if you seduce him he’ll fold, and so you get out of the shower with no clothes on and walk just like that into the bedroom pretending you are grabbing something you need. His eyes are inmediately fixed on you and when he finally speaks, now you’re the one who ignores him, while he’s horny and pouting like a baby because you pay him no attention all while walking around naked.

a/n: YALLL pls give me more smut requests bc I’m getting more comfortable with it but my ideas aren’t like there lol. I loved writing this :) as y’all know I’m on a brain break but I’m working on Halos and Halos and Hellraisers and Off to the Races.

The tension in the room was thick—Jack still wasn’t speaking to you, arms crossed, jaw tight, his little silent treatment attempt in full effect. Fine. If he wanted to be stubborn, you could play that game too.

So when you stepped out of the steamy bathroom, completely bare, hair damp, skin glistening, you made a show of it—walking past him like you didn’t even notice he was there.

Jack’s eyes snapped to you instantly, his posture shifting as he sat up against the headboard. He wasn’t even trying to be subtle about it. His tongue swiped across his lips, fingers twitching at his sides, but he stayed quiet, determined to keep up his act.

You, on the other hand, ignored him entirely, acting as if you were simply retrieving something from your dresser. Maybe a nonexistent hair tie. Maybe just fresh air. Anything but the desperate man burning holes into your back with his stare.

“Really?” His voice finally cracked through the silence, hoarse and edged with frustration.

You didn’t respond.

“Baby,” he tried again, shifting on the bed. “You’re really gonna act like you don’t see me?”

Nothing.

Jack let out a groan, running a hand down his face before dragging it over his mouth. You could feel the heat of his gaze tracing every inch of your skin, his patience wearing thin.

“You’re so mean to me,” he muttered, more to himself than to you.

Still, you said nothing, just smirking to yourself as you took your sweet time moving around the room, letting the power shift completely into your hands. Now he was the one suffering, pouting like a needy little thing while you reveled in his torment.

Jack’s restraint lasted all of thirty seconds before he snapped.

One second, you were reaching for an imaginary item on your dresser, and the next, you were being grabbed—strong hands gripping your waist as Jack tossed you onto the bed with ease. A surprised squeal left your lips, but it quickly turned into laughter when he climbed over you, trapping you beneath him.

“Oh, now you wanna acknowledge me?” he taunted, his lips curling into a smirk as he loomed over you. His fingers dragged down your sides slowly, teasingly, making your breath hitch. “All that little act just to drive me crazy? You’re lucky I love you.”

You bit your lip, feigning innocence. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Jack scoffed, dipping his head to press his lips against the curve of your neck, not kissing—just letting his breath fan over your skin, making you shiver. His fingers skimmed down your thighs, then back up, never quite touching where you needed him most.

“You wanna ignore me, baby?” His voice was low, husky, full of promise. “Let’s see how long you can keep that up.”

His lips finally made contact, pressing featherlight kisses along your collarbone, teasing, never giving in completely. His hands traced over your stomach, your hips, everywhere but where you wanted them. He was taking his time now, dragging it out, making you squirm.

“Not so quiet now, huh?” Jack murmured, nipping at your skin, grinning against you when he heard your breath hitch. “Go on, keep acting like I don’t exist. See what happens.”

If you thought you were in control before, you were dead wrong—because now, Jack had you exactly where he wanted. And he was going to make sure you felt every second of it. He subtly took his shirt and jeans off, leaving him in his Calvin Klein boxers that failed to hide his hard cock.

He tapped your thigh,”C’mon, open those legs f’me.” You hesitated for a minute before opening your legs and grabbing one of the pillows to clutch onto.

Jack chuckled, positioning himself on top of you ,”Baby, whatcha being shy for huh?” He started pumping two fingers in and out of you at an unbearable pace.

You whimpered,”Thatt” You squirmed a little.

He whispered into your ear , “I don’t see the problem here , baby. You been wanting this huh? I can tell. You’re so wet f’me.” He sped up making you squeal, then quickly took his fingers out of your soaked cunt.

You smacked his arm, pouting,”Jackkk! What’s that for?”

He kissed your pouted lips and smirked,”That was for teasing me.” A few moments after, he swiftly removed his boxers. His tip was already leaking with precum and his cock was incredibly veiny. Without further notice, he slammed himself into you.

“Fuck!” You screamed, squeezing your eyes shut and holding onto the pillow tighter,”Jackk!”

He kissed your forehead,”And this is also for teasing me.” He groaned,”Fuck, so tight and wet. All f’me. No other man, jussst me.”

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Reader and Joe at LSU- football player x cheerleader trope

✧*̥˚Wishful Thinking˚

-ˋˏ[LSU!Joe Burrow x LSU cheerleader!reader]ˎˊ

The Louisiana heat clings to the air as the football team practices under the bright stadium lights. The cheer squad lines the sideline, running through routines, but your eyes keep drifting to Joe Burrow, the star quarterback. You swear he catches you staring every time he glances over, but you chalk it up to wishful thinking.

You’re mid-pyramid when a whistle blows, signaling the end of practice. The cheer squad collapses into laughter and chatter, packing up pom-poms and water bottles, but you can feel someone watching you.

“Hey! Y/N!”a deep voice calls from behind.

Turning, you see Joe, his helmet tucked under his arm, a playful grin on his face. His practice jersey clings to him in all the right ways, and his messy hair is damp with sweat.

“Hi, Joe,” you say, trying to sound casual, though your heart is pounding.

He gestures toward your cheer bag. “You guys work just as hard as we do out here. Maybe harder. You ever get tired of watching us?”

You laugh. “Not when the team’s this good.”

He steps closer, his grin widening. “Or is it just me you’re watching?”

Your cheeks heat up, but you don’t back down. “You think pretty highly of yourself, don’t you, Burrow?”

“Only because you give me a reason to,” he counters smoothly. “What do you say we grab some food after the game Friday? Win or lose, I owe you for all those cheers.”

You raise an eyebrow, pretending to consider it. “Only if you promise to throw at least three touchdowns. No pressure or anything.”

Joe chuckles, his confidence never wavering. “Deal. But just so you know, I’d have asked you even if we were playing dodgeball.” He pokes fun at your mistake.

You roll your eyes but can’t help smiling. “Alright, Burrow. Don’t mess up on my account.”

He winks, backing away toward his teammates. “Never.”

As he jogs off, you hear one of your cheer friends teasing, “Looks like you’ve got the QB’s attention.”

You can’t help but smile, watching him go. “Maybe.”

But inside, you’re already counting down the days to Friday night.

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Boop!

rb to give your mutuals a little boop on the nose :3

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Telling Joe he’s going to be a father for the first time

A/N: eeek!!! So cuteee🫶🏾love this idea

≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫Mini Burrow ≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫

·˚ ༘Joe Burrow x Reader ·˚ ༘

Synopsis: You tell Joe that he’s gonna be a dad soon!!

Joe comes home from practice, his bag slung over his shoulder and exhaustion etched into his features. You’ve spent the entire day deciding how to break the news, oscillating between nerves and excitement. A small box rests on the coffee table, wrapped simply but meaningfully.

As he kicks off his shoes, he notices the box.

“What’s this?” he asks, his voice laced with curiosity, though his tired smile softens the question.

“Just a little surprise,” you reply, sitting across from him with your hands clasped to hide your trembling fingers.

Joe quirks an eyebrow but doesn’t hesitate. He picks up the box, pulls off the ribbon, and opens it to reveal a tiny pair of baby shoes with “Burrow Jr.” stitched on one side. Nestled beside it is a note that reads, Coming Soon, Quarterback #2.

His eyes widen, and he looks at you, his expression shifting from confusion to realization.

“Are you serious?” he asks, his voice almost a whisper, like he’s afraid to believe it.

You nod, tears pooling in your eyes. “Yeah, Joe. You’re going to be a dad.”

He lets out a disbelieving laugh, dropping the box on the table as he scoops you into his arms. You can feel his heart pounding against yours as he holds you tightly, his voice trembling.

“I can’t believe this,” he murmurs, pulling back just enough to look at you. “You’re amazing. This is amazing. I’m going to be a dad.”

He kisses you softly, his hand resting protectively over your stomach. For a moment, the weight of the world he carries as an NFL quarterback is gone, replaced by pure joy and wonder.

“Does this mean I finally get to teach someone to throw a spiral better than I can?” he jokes, but his watery eyes give away just how deeply the moment is affecting him.

You laugh, resting your forehead against his. “We’ll see about that, Coach Burrow.”

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For Jack Harlow wife threatens divorce after he said he would stop traveling so much when they got married but now he is barely in their child’s life because of work

ꕥHusband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader ꕥ

Tw: angst

The argument started small—just another one of those quiet, tense moments that had become all too familiar lately. Jack had come home late, barely in time to kiss your son goodnight, and you’d watched from the doorway as your little boy clung to him, his sleepy voice murmuring, “Don’t go again, Daddy.”

That had been the breaking point. After tucking your son into bed, you found Jack in the kitchen, scrolling through his phone like he didn’t have a care in the world. The sight of him so oblivious made something inside you snap.

“Jack,” you said, your voice sharp enough to make him look up. “We need to talk.”

He set his phone down, already sensing the storm brewing. “What’s wrong?”

You crossed your arms, trying to keep your voice steady even though the lump in your throat threatened to choke you. “What’s wrong is that our son barely knows his father anymore. What’s wrong is that you promised me things would change after we got married, but they haven’t.”

Jack’s brow furrowed, his eyes flickering with confusion—and maybe a little guilt. “What are you talking about? I’m here now, aren’t I?”

“You’re here now,” you repeated bitterly. “But for how long? A day? Two? Before you’re off to another show or interview or god knows what else? Jack, you said you’d cut back. You said you’d prioritize us.”

“I am prioritizing us,” he said defensively, running a hand through his curls. “I’m doing this for us—for you and for him. To make sure we have everything we need.”

You shook your head, tears stinging your eyes. “Jack, we don’t need more money or a bigger house or whatever else you think this is about. We need you. I need you, and our son needs you. But you’re barely here long enough to notice what’s going on in his life. Do you even know that he started saying full sentences last month? Or that he’s been scared of the dark lately?”

His face fell at that, and for a moment, you thought you’d gotten through to him. But then he sighed, his frustration clear as he ran both hands over his face. “I’m trying, okay? I’m trying to balance everything. It’s not as simple as just staying home.”

“No, you’re not trying,” you shot back, your voice rising. “You’re making a choice, Jack. And right now, you’re choosing work over your family.”

“That’s not fair,” he said, his tone sharp now. “You knew who I was when you married me. You knew this was part of my life.”

“I married you because I loved you,” you said, your voice breaking. “Because I believed you when you said you wanted to build a life together. But this? This isn’t a life. It’s me raising our child alone while you chase your dreams, and I’m done pretending that’s okay.”

Jack stared at you, his jaw clenched and his eyes clouded with emotion. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying that if something doesn’t change, I can’t do this anymore,” you said, your heart breaking even as you said the words. “I won’t stay in a marriage where I feel like I’m the only one fighting for us. And I won’t let our son grow up feeling like he’s not enough to make you stay.”

Silence filled the room, heavy and suffocating. Jack looked like you’d just punched him in the gut, his shoulders slumping as he processed what you’d said. Finally, he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. “You’re threatening to leave me?”

“I don’t want to,” you admitted, tears streaming down your face now. “But I can’t keep living like this, Jack. I can’t keep watching our son miss you and pretending it doesn’t hurt.”

Jack swallowed hard, his eyes glistening as he stepped closer to you. “I don’t want to lose you. Either of you.”

“Then prove it,” you said, your voice trembling but firm. “Show me that we’re more than just an afterthought. Be the man and the father you promised you’d be.”

For a long moment, he didn’t say anything, his gaze dropping to the floor as he wrestled with his thoughts. When he finally looked up, there was a determination in his eyes that you hadn’t seen in a long time.

“You’re right,” he said quietly. “I’ve been so caught up in everything else that I’ve been neglecting what matters most. I don’t want to lose you, and I don’t want to miss out on our son’s life. I’ll make changes. I swear I will.”

You nodded, wiping at your tears but not quite ready to believe him yet. “I hope so, Jack. Because I can’t keep holding this together on my own.”

He reached out then, hesitating for a moment before pulling you into his arms. You let yourself lean into him, your head resting against his chest as his hand gently rubbed your back.

“I’ll fix this,” he murmured against your hair. “I’ll do whatever it takes.”

For the first time in a long time, you allowed yourself to hope that maybe, just maybe, things could be different. But for now, all you could do was wait and see if Jack would keep his promise.

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✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼ Meet-Cute ✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼

✼Joe Burrow x Ambitious!reader✼

✼pt.2✼

Joe showed up at the gym the next morning, earlier than usual. It wasn’t like he was desperate or anything—he just happened to feel like switching up his routine.

Right. Sure.

He scanned the room as he walked in, towel slung over his shoulder, trying to be casual. And there she was, back on the treadmill, jogging at that same determined pace. You were focused, earbuds in, and entirely in your own world.

Joe wandered over to the free weights, pretending to stretch while sneaking glances at her. You had no idea he was there—again. It was kind of infuriating but also weirdly endearing.

He waited until you slowed to a walk, then grabbed a bottle of water and made his way over, trying to act like he wasn’t counting every step.

“Hey,” he said casually, hopping onto the treadmill next to hers.

You glanced over, eyebrows raising in recognition. “Oh. Football guy.”

He laughed, shaking his head. “That’s one way to remember me.”

“Joe, right?” You said, wiping your forehead with her sleeve.

He grinned, absurdly pleased you remembered. “Yeah. And you are…?”

Your face lit up with a sheepish smile. “Oh. I never told you, did I? It’s Y/N.”

“Y/N,” he repeated, testing it out. “Nice to officially meet you.”

You slowed her treadmill to a stop and hopped off, grabbing your water bottle. “So, Joe, you always this friendly, or do you just make it a habit to harass strangers on treadmills?”

“Only the ones who look like they’re having a terrible time,” he shot back, smiling.

You laughed, “Fair enough. And what about you? Back for round two of your usual routine?”

“Something like that,” he said. “Thought I’d see if you got the job.”

Your smile faltered, and you shook your head. “Not this time. But there’s always next week.”

“Sorry to hear that,” he said, genuinely meaning it. “What are they, blind? They don’t know what they’re missing.”

You gave him a look, like you couldn’t tell if he was serious or just being nice. “I don’t know about that, but thanks. What about you? Big game coming up?”

He hesitated, realizing she had no idea who he really was. She didn’t know about the upcoming season, the pressure, or the fact that half the city expected him to carry the Bengals back to the playoffs.

“Yeah, something like that,” he said, keeping it vague. “But, uh, I wouldn’t want to bore you with football stuff.”

“Good call,” you said with a grin.

He laughed again, unable to help himself. God, she was something else.

As you grabbed her stuff to leave, he blurted out, “Hey, can I get your number?”

You froze, glancing back at him with a mix of surprise and amusement. “You want my number?”

He nodded, trying to keep his cool. “You know, so I can check in on how the job hunt’s going. Strictly motivational purposes.”

“Right,” you said, biting back a smile. “Motivational.”

Joe shrugged, his grin widening. “You seem like you could use a good cheerleader.”

You paused, then reached into your bag and pulled out a scrap of paper. Scribbling something down, you handed it to him.

“Don’t make me regret this, Football Guy.”

He took the paper, feeling a rush of victory. “I won’t. Promise.”

As you walked away, he glanced down at the number, your name written neatly underneath.

This time, he knew exactly who you were. And there was no way he was letting yiu slip away again.

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