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Started: 8/7/25
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âïž includes fluff, ⥠alludes to smut, â€ïž includes smut, ⟠includes angst, â requested

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New season. New masterlist. 2024 Season Masterlist
Requests are Open | Closed
Started: 8/7/25
Last Updated: 8/11/25
âïž includes fluff, ⥠alludes to smut, â€ïž includes smut, ⟠includes angst, â requested
Week 13 - game vs Ravens - Thursday, November 27, 2025
Could you write more of Joe x young gf??
á° đ°đđ«đ§đąđ§đ đŹ | nothing but fluff! reader is an ariana grande fan, ummm idk but its sweet
You donât even know heâs doing it.
Thatâs the funny part. Well, funny for everyone except Joe. For Joe, itâs a life-or-death mission, the kind of mission he usually reserves for late-game drives and fourth-quarter comebacks when 60,000 people are screaming his name and the clock is bleeding away. Except now itâs just him, barefoot in the kitchen at 2 p.m. on a random Wednesday, hunched over his laptop like the fate of the free world depends on whether he finds a pair of reasonably close-floor Ariana Grande tickets.
Reasonably close-floor. That was his exact phrasing because he doesnât speak the language of pop concerts. Youâve never heard the man sound so perplexed as when he muttered, âWhat the fuck is a âpit A1 diamond experienceâ?â
Summary: A request for a particular Halloween costume turns into so much more
Pairing: Joe Burrow x gf!reader
Warning: smut, language, oral, ghostface!Joe, masked man, dom!Joe x sub!reader, light choking, praise, light degradation
Note: Hi! Wow, I got this out way faster than I was expecting to. This is my first smutty Joe fic that I've written and I hope you all like it. With that being said, this fic is 18+. NSWF, MDNI, all of the things, etc. I tried my best and I hope you all enjoy it right in time for Halloween!
p.s thank you to the anon for suggesting ghostface!joe
Word Count: 3k
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Bringing this back in honor of Halloween today đ»đ
now that Joe has his hair long I can see the two of them in bed or on the couch and joe's head is in her lap and she just loves to run her fingers though his lushes locks and scratch his scalp with her nails
a/n: some post-game softness & his hair <3
warnings: extremely soft. that's it.
with his hair grown out like thisâsoft, untamed waves brushing the tops of his brows, curling damp at the ends from his showerâhe looks less like the athlete the world idolizes and more like something unbearably tender.
itâs late, the kind of hour where everything feels hushed, floaty, lamplight pooling gold across the living room, bare feet on hardwood, candlelight flickering shadows against half-drawn curtains. a storm murmurs somewhere far off, quiet thunder rolling like distant drums, but inside their walls, it is a different kind of storm. one made of peace. joe is stretched across the couch, head in her lap, body long and heavy with the kind of fatigue that doesnât come from physical strain, but from the relentlessly internal weight he carries. yet even in exhaustion, he finds her, reaches for her, lets his cheek rest against her stomach like itâs the first place heâs ever truly exhaled. she feels it when he does, the soft collapse of tension, the way his breath changes. he doesnât ask to be soothed. he doesnât have to. she has learned his unspoken languages.
Oh myâșïž
Been thinking about how Joe canât be super dominant physically when heâs injured so he compensates by being super verbally dominant and Iâm đ”âđ«
soooo weâve all seen him at the game tonight đ”âđ« here is my response
it sucked. rehab sucked. the intensity of rehab combined with watching his team catch a losing streak wasnât fun. not to mention, and this was the least of his problems, he couldnât fuck his girl properly.
theyâd tried riding, but it didnât seem to hit him the same way as missionary did. when she was spread under him, eyes rolling into the back of her head, her body at his mercy. it wasnât the same, which led to a very sexually frustrated quarterback.
JOSEPH đ„ș that post really cut my heart up into pieces. take all his pain and give it to zac taylor
summary: doing the 'all night' trend with joe
a/n: i cant get over the tiktok lili made for her movie i probably should though because this trend makes me feel so single... sighđ
it had been one of those nights that reminded you why you loved double dates so muchâthe easy rhythm, the laughter spilling into shared glances, the way conversation jumped from playful to serious to silly without missing a beat. you, joe, your best friend, and her boyfriend had tucked yourselves into a cozy booth, lingering long past when the plates were cleared. joe had leaned into you all evening, whispering little asides that left you biting down on your lip to stop a smile from escaping. his eyes darted over your face like he couldnât decide what part of you deserved his attention most, gaze flicking from your eyes to your mouth to the curve of your grin.
author's noteâ ââ as requested by @heyydolly. lowkey lost the plot but it's cute, so we ball. mentions of the injury, but not centered around that, likely the only thing i'll write on the topic, but we'll see.
read moreâ ââ joe burrow masterlist / series masterlist.
Joe shifted in bed, the bulky boot on his foot making the movement awkward, his leg feeling heavy where it connected to his hip. âGeez,â he muttered to the empty room, flicking through the endless options of the streaming service he had selected without processing the logo. Rain drummed steadily against the window, a damp curtain sealed against the window, muffling the world outside. His eyes felt heavy, his recent dose of pain medications kicking in. The blue glow of the television washed over his face, the sound of a vaguely British-sounding narrator discussing ancient Polynesian ruins fading into a background hum. He propped his head against the pillows, letting his body sink into the mattress.
joe burrow x fem!reader
summary: joe leaves for âbrunchâ with kate and youâre left alone to deal with all your feelings⊠or, is it another dream? a set-up? something else entirely?
warnings: THIS IS PART THREE OF A SERIES! (ch. 1&2 linked below!) MINORS DNI, iâm sick of telling yâall iâll block you, ;). language, explicit sexual content, a little sadness/angst.
word count: 3k.
note: i think i havenât updated delicate since like⊠october? iâm SO SORRY i hope this was worth the wait 𫹠also guys⊠lets send joey some love rn :///
[masterpost.]
you hadnât intended on falling back asleep.Â
after joe left you got in your bed, cozy under the sheets as warm sunlight poured into the room through your sheer blue curtains, and youâd cried until your head started hurting.Â
somewhere between then and now, you drifted off into a soft slumber. when you wake again, you swipe your phone from the bedside table and tap the screen to check the time, and your heart sinks when you realize itâs been about two hours since he left, and you donât have any notifications from him either. you slam your phone back down and roll over, pulling the covers snugly around your body again.Â
âfine. if he wants it to be this way, itâll be this way,â you think, even if it would break your heart.Â
Iâve never clicked on something so fast
