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Stress

Joe Burrow x Reader

Joe and reader plan their wedding together

“I feel like I’m losing my damn mind.” You huff as Joe walks into the room, a protein shake in his hand.

“What’s wrong baby?” He takes a seat at the table next to you, turning your laptop screen towards him.

You place your head in your hands and take a deep breath, “Wedding stuff.”

He turns the screen back towards you, “Let’s take a break.”

“Joe.” You sigh. “We can’t. There’s only 5 Sundays between now and the wedding… and you have games on 4 of them.”

“But that means we should still have one Sunday, right?”

“Wishful thinking,” you tease. “You play Monday night in Arrowhead which means you’ll be out of town.”

“Damn it.” He shakes his head, trying to come up with another solution. “What are you the most stressed about right now?” He questions, taking a sip of his shake.

“All of it. I mean we need to figure out music. And what if people don’t like the venue? What if the bar runs out of drinks? How long do we want the ceremony to be? How many appetizers should we serve during cocktail hour? And are we having an after party? What if we have too many people and not enough space on the dance floor? Is grandma gonna like the dessert? And -“

Joe cuts you off “woah, woah, woah. You can’t be worried about all the ‘what-if’s’ and pleasing everyone.”

“But I am.” You feel tears build pressure behind your eyes.

“This day is about us. Not pleasing everyone else.”

“Joe. This isn’t just an ordinary wedding, we’re entertaining hundreds of -“

“I know. I understand what you’re saying. But if we sit here and think about what can go wrong, we won’t have time to plan the things that will go right.” He pulls the computer over in front of himself. “What is the thing you’re the most stressed about?”

“Joey.” You laugh. “I’m stressed about stress before there’s even stress to stress about.”

The tall handsome quarterback erupts into laughter and shakes his head. “Let’s start from the beginning. Didn’t you say something about music?”

“Yeah. We need to make a ‘don’t play’ and ‘please play’ list for the DJ.”

“That’s a good starting point!” He reassures you. “What’s on our ‘please play’ side?”

“What gets everyone up and moving?”

“I’m not overly picky.” He shrugs, “we listen to some oldies at practice and warmups.” He adds a few of the teams favorite songs to the spreadsheet in front of him. “You pick the rest.”

“Joey.” You giggle, “You only added 2 songs.”

“I want you to pick.”

“You always make me pick the music.” You wine.

“I do.”

“Why?”

He smiles. “You get so excited when you pick it and a song you love comes on. Your body starts swaying and you get a huge smile.”

You giggle to yourself. He’s not wrong. “What if people don’t like my music?”

“Baby. You have to stop worrying about pleasing everyone.”

“I know but -“

He takes your hand. “I know this is stressful, and you want it to be perfect for everyone, but let’s have fun with it. Think about it, we get to spend a whole day together, with all of our friends and family, and it ends with a fun trip to Hawaii. 7 beautiful days under the sun. The wedding will be perfect, but I know we’ll love the honeymoon more. Just us. No crowds. No one to greet or please.”

“You’re right.” You smile at him.

He closes the laptop.

“Joe, we-“

“Shhhh.” He puts a finger to your lips. “I actually just thought of one thing we can work on.”

“What’s that?” You sigh, peeling yourself away from the laptop.

“The kiss.” He smirks. “We should practice.”

“We should.” You agree, pretending as if you guys hadn’t shared thousands of kisses before.

“Kissing?” He questions.

“Kissing.” You confirm.

“I’m a whole 8 inches taller than you. There’s a lot that could go wrong.” He teases.

“You stand here,” you position him, “and I’ll be right across from you over here.” You stand in your spot.

He takes both of your hands in his. “They’ll say something like, ‘I now pronounce you Mr. And Mrs. Burrow. You may now kiss the bride!” He announces, chin high and proud before leaning down to envelope you in a passionate kiss.

You giggle, pulling away, a huge smile on both of your faces.

“How did that go? Can we mark it off our list, Mrs. Burrow?” He laughs.

“I’m not Mrs. Burrow yet.” You remind him. “There’s still time for me to live out my runaway bride dreams.” You smirk.

“Not funny.”

“What?” You giggle, slowing backing away. “I’ve always loved a good chase!” You take off, running laps around the kitchen island and through the house until Joe finally catches you, tackling you on the couch.

Eye to eye, nose to nose, the room was filled with tension and stress from wedding planning which quickly melted away as your lips met again for a breathless kiss.

“I can’t wait to marry you, Joey.”

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Like and Love

Joe Burrow x Reader

Joe and Reader have a competitive relationship

“Loser buys drinks for the rest of the night?” Joe pulls the smoky cigar from his mouth, passing a smirk your way.

The tiniest of smiles graced your face, “Considering I’m a struggling project manager and you’re a millionaire, that seems fair.” You tease.

“Hey now, don’t insult me. I’m a billionaire.” Joe corrects, popping the ‘B’. “But if you have no faith in your pool skills, we can call it off.” He tilts his head.

You rolled your eyes, hating this reverse psychology act he always tries to pull over on you, yet you fall for it every time. “I have plenty of faith in my ability to hit a few balls.” You lean over the pool table, lining your stick up with the cue ball.

Joe comes up beside you, his large hands resting on the edge of the table, he’s so close you can almost feel his breath down your neck as you stand back up, making your way to the opposite side of the table for your next shot.

“We have a little pool shark on our hands!” Joe’s teammate and best friend Sam Hubbard teases as he makes his way over to Joe. “Nice shot!” He high fives you.

Joe and the Bengals had just won the AFC championship and would be heading to the Super Bowl. You were out with the team celebrating at a bar in downtown Cincinnati.

“I’m just trying to boost her confidence before I destroy her on my next turn.” Joe proclaims, taking a sip of the drink Sam had just handed him.

His remarks earned a laugh from Sam, who quickly was distracted by the bartender bringing another round of drinks through the room.

“Hold this for me.” Joe hands you his drink as he lines up to take his next shot. “And get ready to go buy us a round.”

“I’m liking the confidence, Joey.” You giggle, taking a sip out of his cup watching as he completely misses his shot. “But your game could use some work.”

He rolls his eyes, nervously chewing on the end of his cigar, trying to decide what to say next as you strike the cue ball, making another shot.

“All that’s left is the 8 ball and I win. You better get your wallet out.” You tease.

Your chest is heaving as you nervously lean over and make the shot, you stand up excited, throwing both arms into the air as you win the game.

“Good thing you’re a billionaire, because I’m ordering the most expensive drink on the menu for the rest of the night.” You smile and turn around, heading towards the bar.

Joe grabs your arm, “Not so fast.” He stops you, turning your body back around to face him. “Best out of three.” His lips are so close to yours, you can practically taste the alcohol on his breath.

“Changing the rules after I win.” You tease. “You’re a sore loser.”

“I don’t lose.” He scoffs.

“Then what do you call whatever just happened?”

A mischievous smile came across his face, “Alternative,” he presses a kiss to your lips, “winning.”

You can’t help but giggle as he pulls away, “Get out of here with that nonsense.”

“So what do you say, best 2 out of 3?” He steps away to start preparing the table for another game.

“Bring it.” You smirk.

Drinks continue to flow for the rest of the night, into the early morning hours, and you continue to beat Joe at pool. He finally followed through on his end of the bet, buying you both a few rounds of drinks while you celebrate with the team.

Just as the sun starts to peak up over the city scape, Joe leads you hand in hand out of the bar as you both head outside to catch a ride.

“I had fun with you.” Joe peppers your face with kisses as you stand on the sidewalk waiting for your car.

“I had fun beating you.” You giggle, his kisses ticking your face and neck.

“It feels good to win, doesn’t it?” He smiles, thinking back to the game his team just won hours prior.

“The best.”

The car pulls up and Joe climbs in, drunkenly pulling you into his lap. You cling to him like he’s the only sense of security you’ve ever know, his hands furiously tracing up and down your sides.

Your apartment is a long way from downtown, making it a 40 minute ride home. Snuggled into Joe’s body, you feel yourself slowly drifting in and out of sleep, while Joe makes small talk with the driver.

“S’go inside.” He whispers, doing his best to wake you. He helps you from the car before thanking the driving and picking you up, carrying you inside.

“You’re so pretty.” He murmurs, hand smoothing over the back of your legs as he carries you. “I like you so much, and you smell so good, and I like when you’re competitive and beat me.”

You feel like you’re dreaming. “You’re drunk.” You mumble still half asleep.

“Uh-huh.” He sets you on your feet as you reach the bedroom, before guiding you towards the bed. “And I also like you so much. So much more than anyone.” He slurs. “I like you and I love you.”

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Trouble

Joe Burrow x Reader

Your friends and family aren’t fond of Joe

“Seriously, he’s trouble. I can’t believe you’re going out with him.” Your friend scoffed, turning off the end of the Bengals game.

“He’s not trouble!” You defend him. “Really, he’s a nice guy!”

“Oh really? Is that why you’ve refused to tell your parents you’re dating him?”

“They’re just not big Bengal fans. It has nothing to do with Joe.” You lied as your friend rolled her eyes.

You had been secretly dating Joe Burrow, the Cincinnati Bengals Quarterback for 7 months now. It’s true, most people weren’t fond of Joe. He comes across as cocky, rude, and privileged. Plus his current bad boy edit doesn’t help much. Joe had recently gotten himself into trouble. He’s found a love for partying, blowing his money, and being reckless. All causing excess fame and a negative spotlight, something you wanted to avoid.

“Are you sure it has nothing to do with the fact that he got suspended from games for legal trouble? Or has shown up to practice violently hungover?”

“How’d you hear about that?” You questioned.

She laughed, “It’s all over the news. He’s gonna get himself into some real trouble and not have a career here soon.”

“He’s working on turning things around. Really. I swear.” You do your best to defend him again. You seem to be doing that a lot lately. “Plus we’ve only been seeing each other for a few months. I’m just having fun.”

“I know, and I’m happy for you. I just don’t want to see you get hurt.” She reaches out and takes your hand. “But I know none of that is going to change your mind, so go have fun tonight.”

“I love you. If my mom asks, I’m here!” You remind her and head out the door, “Your pizza should be here soon and I logged into my Netflix account!” You figured if your friend has to spend the night posted up in her room to cover for you, you might as well take care of her.

You hopped into your car and headed over to Joes house, he was throwing a party after the game. Joe’s parties were always fun, usually a little wild, and typically ended with the police kicking people out and shutting things down. As much as Joe was trying to work past his bad boy edit, he couldn’t help it. He’s young and having fun.

The loud music from Joe’s house is rattling your car as you pull into his driveway. He’s outside on the porch with some teammates smoking a cigar.

As you walk through his thick cloud of smoke and clear the air in front of your face with your hand, Joe pulls you into a hug.

“There’s my baby.” His words slurred, you’re unsure if it’s from alcohol or the thick cigar pressed between his lips.

“Hi, Joey.” You wrap your arms around his waste and snuggle into his chest. “Good game, congrats on the win.”

He pulls the cigar from his mouth, “I want you to come to the next one.” He smiles.

“Me? At the game? Isn’t it in a different state?” You question, suddenly nervous. You and Joe had been casually dating, nothing was public yet.

“The next home game.” He laughs, blowing a thick cloud of smoke over your head. “2 weeks.”

“I’ll think about it.” You try and reassure him.

“Think about it?” He asks offended.

“Well, yeah..I don’t… I’m not sure…” you feel his arms drop from around you. “I’m not sure I’m ready to go public yet.” You nervously tell him.

“It’s a football game. Not a red carpet.” He says annoyed.

“I know but…”

He cuts you off “It’s fine. Don’t come.”

“Joe I want to!” You reassure him.

“Seems like it.” He scoffs before heading inside, you following close behind.

“Joe I do! Really, there’s nothing I’d love more! I just still haven’t told many people about us, and you know, you haven’t had the best press lately and I don’t want to mess that up anymore for you and I just worry that-“

He presses the cigar to your mouth “take this.” He laughs cutting you off. “I’m sorry about the press. I’m working on it. Tomorrow I have a fun event at the elementary school. Next week, the high school. And the whole team is volunteering at the blood drive. Nothing but positive press up until the game.”

“Wow, what’s next? Taking a shift at the old folks home? Serving in the soup kitchen?” You tease.

He rolls his eyes, “So are you coming to the game or not?”

“I guess you better find me a Burrow jersey, because I’ll be there.” You smile.

The rest of the night is a blur. Lots of drinks, lots of dancing, too many sweaty bodies, and even louder music. You wake up the next morning tangled up in bed with Joe. His heavy arm around your waste and soft breathing on the backside of your neck. You slowly loosen his grip and start to make your way out of bed.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He grumbles, barely audible.

“Home.” You slip your shoes on. “And you need to get up too. Your elementary school meet and greet starts in 45 minutes.” You sit down on the side of the bed again. “I don’t think the elementary school principal appreciates his guest of honor showing up smelling like a mini bar.”

“You’re probably right.” He slowly starts to sit up. “I’ll reserve some spots for you for the game.” He says. “Any request on where you want to sit?”

All the nerves come back. “Doesn’t matter.” You smile at him, wishing you could avoid the game all together. It’s not that you were ashamed to be with him, you were just anxious about what people, especially your parents will say. “I’m gonna get out of here.” You quickly excuse yourself, not sure if the sudden butterflies in your stomach are from drinking too much, or the next home game.

You call your best friend on your way and tell her all about the game.

“You’re gonna have to tell your parents.”

“I can’t! They will freak if they find out I’ve been dating him!”

“So are you going to keep your relationship a secret forever?”

“I don’t know I haven’t thought that far ahead.”

“Well scratch that thought, it’s not a secret anymore.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Check your phone.”

As you pull in your parents drive way, you pull out your phone to see a news article your friend sent you, a picture of you and Joe is on the front page. “Where did you find this?” You panicked.

“I was just checking E! News. It looks like every major magazine is covering it now!”

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” You sigh, “I have to tell them now. I’ve got to go, but I’ll call you later. I’ll probably need some support.”

“Good luck!” She says and ends the call.

“You’re WHAT?” You dad hollers, slamming down the news paper he was reading.

“Dad, he’s a nice guy. Really I -“

“No. The little romance you guys having going on is over. I can’t believe this. You’re such a good girl, why would you want to be with someone like him?”

“He’s nothing like what the press makes him out to be. He’s actually really kind, and supportive, and is volunteering a lot for the community.”

“I don’t care if he’s the president. You are not being seen with someone like him.”

“About that..”

“What?”

“Well the news got pictures of me at his house last night and leaked a story.” You hide your face in your hands.

“At his house?” Your mom questions. “So you’ve been lying to us? Clearly he’s a bad influence to be hanging around.”

“I lied because I knew you would react like this. You’re not even giving him a chance.”

“I’ve never seen you defend someone like this. What is going on?”

“I’m…”

Your dad crosses his arms across his chest “I’m in love with him. And I’m going to be with him and support him no matter how you feel. You don’t know him like I do.”

“I’ve never seen you fight for someone like this.”

“Because, I love him.”

Your dad sighs, “I don’t know if I like the sound of that. But I’m willing to give him a chance. Why don’t you invite him over.”

“Really?!”

“Like I said,” he pauses, “I’m not crazy about him, but I can tell that you, and for that reason, I want to get to know him.”

A few hours later, Joe shows up on your front porch and confidently knocks on the front door.

“Hi Joey.” You greet him with a smile and hug. “You look great… did you iron your shirt?” You tease him, brushing a hand across his perfectly pressed shirt.

“Steamed it actually.” He smiles, “I wanted to make a good impression.” He nervously takes your hand and follows you into the house.

“Mom, Dad, this is Joe.” You awkwardly present him to your parents.

He politely shakes their hands and takes a seat at the table next to you.

You feel his hand find its way to your thigh, his palms are sweaty, and his fingers are nervously tapping across your leg. You reassuringly take his hand into yours and lightly rub across the top and share a confident smile.

At the end of dinner, you and Joe excuse yourselves and you walk him to the porch.

“They loved you.” You kiss him.

“I’m so relieved.”

“My dad even wants to go to the game with me!”

He laughs, “I’ll get extra tickets.”

Relieved that your parents were pleased with Joe, you walked him out, he kissed you goodnight, and you sent him on his way home.

It’s official and the world knows, you’re in love with Joe Burrow.

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Contract

Joe Burrow x Reader

Joe and reader sign a dating contract

“Should I even ask how you got in here?” You sigh, crossing your arms across your chest.

“Did you read this yet?” Joe hands a stack of papers to you.

“I saw it in my dressing room.”

“You didn’t answer my question.” He forces the papers towards you again.

“What is this?” You look up at him.

“Our dating contract.”

“Why is it pink?”

He rolls his eyes, “Someone left it in the copy machine and I didn’t know how to change it.”

Your contagious laughter fills the room. “Remind me why we’re doing this again?” You take the paper from his hands.

“Publicity.” He says, almost as if he’s asking a question. “Both of our managers agreed. It’ll be a good story line for the NFL, especially as I head into the play offs.”

“And I’ll benefit how?” You ask, flipping through the pages.

“Don’t you have a movie coming out or something?” He furrows his brows.

“No I live on this set full time.” You roll your eyes at his stupidity.

“They said it’ll bring more attention to you and the movie I guess.” He nervously paces across the room. “Can you just sign it so I can get out of here?”

“I’ll think about it.” You say with a smirk.

A few hours later your cuddled up on the couch with a glass of wine after a long day on set. The constant buzz from your phone pulls your attention ration away from the TV screen in front of you.

“What do you need?” Your voice is rough as you answer the phone.

“Did you check your schedule? We have another fake date planned for tonight.”

“A fake date.” Your lips curl at the idea.

“Correct. Party to celebrate making it to the play offs.” The line is quiet for a minute. “I’ll be there in 20 minutes to get you.”

“See you soon, babe.” You tease. If you’re going to be a fake couple, you better act like it.

“Wow.” Joe says as you climb into his car.

For the first time, you don’t sense a tone of disgust in his voice. “Not so bad yourself.” You pull your seatbelt across your lap and admire Joes outfit.

After a silent card ride to the private downtown party, you climb out of the car, cameras flashing and paparazzi yelling in your direction. Joe comes around to your side of the car and wraps an arm around your waste to pull you close. You feel your heart skip a beat and butterflies fill your stomach with a warm sensation. Joe leads you into the restaurant and towards his group of friends.

“You can let go now.” You try to pull away from his grip.

“We have to act like a couple.” He reminds you and pulls you back to him.

“Right.” You flash a fake smile.

Joe makes his rounds, introducing you to the rest of the team. For the first time, you felt like a normal person. People weren’t asking for pictures, or hounding you with questions about your next big role and security wasn’t needed. For the first time in a long time, you forgot you were a celebrity.

Drinks were flowing, the music was loud, and sweaty bodies continued to crash into each other. Taking advantage of the fact that you felt like an average person, you continued to let people bring you drinks.

You could feel Joe’s eyes on you all night. Everyone once in a while he’d come over and check in on you, his hands would find your hips and his eyes would lock on your. “Doing ok?” He brushed his sweaty hair off of his forehead, the curls falling back into place perfectly.

“Yeah. I hate to admit it but I’m having fun. I think I could get use to this.” You press your drink to your lips. “I feel free here.”

“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself.” He smiled.

Joe really was a good guy. While you weren’t fond of the whole contract situation, you were glad it was him. It could be so much worse.

“Burrow!!” One of Joes teammates calls from across the bar before the handsome quarterback disappears back into the crowd.

You find yourself at the bar again, ordering another drink and slowly swaying to the music before you feel a hand pressed to the small of your back. You turn to meet a handsome, tall man.

“Hi.” You smile, the same butterflies you felt with Joe explode in your stomach again.

“Hey. I’m Sam. One of Burrows teammates.” He places his large hand out and shakes yours.

“Nice to meet you, Sam.” You smile, leaving your hand locked in his.

“So, how’d Joe get so lucky?”

You blush, looking down nervously. “You’re not so bad yourself.” You smile back at Sam.

Sam, much like Joe and the rest of the team, was very easy to talk to. You felt yourself getting lost in his eyes and laughing at all of his jokes.

Across the room, you can feel Joe staring at you. His eyes burning a hole in the back of Sam’s head. His jaw tightened when another silvery pearl of laughter over from the bar. You had been talking to Sam for the past several minutes. Not just talking, you were laughing and giggling like he was a comedian when Joe knew for a fact he wasn’t that damn funny. Irritation raged through his body as Sam leaned closer to you, causing you to laugh again. You’d never laughed that much with him. And he was your fake boyfriend.

Joe tried to pull your attention away from Sam multiple times. Now that you were finally able to relax and feel ‘free’ as you had told him before, you were flirting with Sam Hubbard.

Joe stormed over to you and Sam and practically ran Sam over. Up until this point, Sam had been one of his best friends but now he wanted to rip his hands off for touching you like that. Like you could possibly belong to Sam when you so clearly were dating Joe. Or fake dating that is, Joe thought to himself.

Sam’s eyebrows shot up as Joe stepped in front of him. “Excuse me.” Joe rudely interrupted, “I need a second with her.” He took you by the hand and led you to a quiet corner.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Joe stammered.

“I’m having fun.” You smiled back in Sam’s direction, his eyes were still locked on you. “I’m leaving with a guy at the end of the night.”

“Have you lost your mind?” His eyes go wide. “Do you remember what we’re doing here? You can’t leave with him!”

“You can’t stop me.”

Joe smiles suspiciously, “You’re right, you are leaving with a guy tonight. Me.”

You laughed. “No I’m not!” You slurred.

Joe leaned in close enough that you could taste the alcohol on his breath. “You have two options.” He whispered. “You can walk out of hand in hand with me, like an adult.” His leaned in closer if that was even possible, you could feel his lips as they whispered against yours. “Or I can carry you out of here over my shoulder. What will it be babe?” Your eyes meet his as he finally closes the gap between both of you.

Complying with his order, you take Joe by the hand, say your goodbyes, and leave the party. Outside you’re met by another crowd of rowdy photographers and fans.

“Stay close.” Joe leads you through the crowd.

As both of you had been drinking and were unable to drive, Joe ordered a car to pick you up. You climbed in quickly behind him, climbing into his lap and clinging to him as if he was your only sense of security.

“I know this is supposed to be fake, but I’ve been having a lot of fun with you. And it makes me so jealous to see having fun with other guys.” Joe slurs, his grip tightening around you. “I’ll give you anything you want if you give me the chance to make you happy. No more of this fake dating shit. I want you to be my girlfriend. I want to give it a shot with you. Take it or leave it because I’m not open to negotiations. You’re mine.” Joe crashes your lips together again.

“Only you could make asking me to be your girlfriend sound like a business deal.” You giggle.

“Please be my girlfriend.” He whispers, pressing his forehead to yours.

“I am.”

“My real girlfriend. No more contract. No more fake dates. No expectation.” He kisses you again. “Be mine.”

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Mine

Joe Burrow x Reader

One of Joes friends flirts with you

Joe walks into the bathroom, shirtless, and in a pair of black slacks. His muscles ripple across his abdomen, dipping down towards the top of his pants.

He holds up two button down shirts by the hanger. “White or blue?”

“Did you come in here just to show off your body?” You tease making eye contact with him in the mirror as you put on your lipstick.

A smirk crosses his face as his eyes gleam with pride. That’s exactly what he did. “I need your advice. White or blue?”

“White. I like you in the traditional black and white suit.” You smile.

“Blue it is.” He teases and flashes you a wink as he heads out of the bathroom.

You roll your eyes and continue to get ready. Tonight was the NFL Honors party. A ton of players from all different teams across the country would be gathering for the annual awards show to honor the seasons best players. Joe was up for a few awards, you expected he’d win at least one.

He’s comes back into the hotel bathroom a few minutes later looking sexier than ever. You wondered if he had any idea how hot he was.

“How’s it look?” He questioned, looking himself up and down and the mirror.

“Incredible.” You can’t take your eyes off of him. “Can you help me into my dress?” You ask, slipping off your robe and stepping into your long gown.

“You look stunning, baby.” He presses his lips to the back of your neck as he zips the dress.

You and Joe made your way to the party and spent the first hour talking with other players and Wags. There were only a handful of other players from the Bengals, so you took the chance to meet some of Joes competitors.

As Joe wandered off to chat with other players, you took the opportunity to sneak out to the bathroom. As you turned the corner to the quiet hallways, you run into a familiar face. As the only 2 Quarterbacks here tonight, Joe and Patrick Mahomes would be giving a speech together. You’d met Patrick a handful of times before at similar events. You always thought he was handsome, but unlike Joe, he was quite cocky.

“Hey Patrick.” You smiled and the quarterback reached out to embrace you in a hug.

“Hey Mrs. Burrow.” He greeted you. “Good to see you!” As you pulled away from the hug Patrick’s hand lingered over yours.

“Not Mrs. Burrow quite yet.” You laughed, flashing your engagement ring on the other hand. “Good to see you too! Is Brittney here?” You asked.

“No she couldn’t make it. Lots going at home with the kids.” He took a step closer to you, if that was even possible. His hand left yours and found its way to your hip. His fingers lightly danced across your hip bone. “You look beautiful.” He is close enough now that his breath coats your lips. “Joe wouldn’t mind if we caught up for a bit, would he?”

“Has anyone ever been able to tell you no before?” You ask in a whisper.

“Never.”

“Well I guess there’s a first time for everything.”

His forehead crumpled as his face fell into a frown and he blinked down at you. “What?” His hand slips from your hip.

“Enjoy your night.” Your turn to make your way back to the party. As you scan the room your eyes immediately lock with Joes who has just witnessed this whole incident.

He storms over to you and nearly ran over Patrick on his way. Up until this moment, Patrick had been one of Joe’s idols, but he wanted to gouge his eyes at for looking at you like that. Like you could possibly be his when you so clearly belonged to Joe. Hadn’t Patrick even referred to you as ‘Mrs. Burrow’ a moment before?

Patrick’s eyebrows shot up when he noticed Joe approaching.

“Baby, why don’t you go find our table.” Joe places his hand on the small of your back and guides you towards the room.

Joe had two crystal glasses in his hand and forced one towards Patrick. “Hey, Man.” He greeted his competitor. “Before our speech I have one question.”

You could see Patrick’s shoulders visibly fall, thinking he wasn’t going to get in trouble for flirting with you.

“When you touched my fiancé just now, which hand did you use?” Joe asked, his voice full of anger. “Your throwing hand?”

Patrick froze. “What - I -“

“My finance.” Joe took a step closer to Patrick. “Long blonde hair, black dress. The most beautiful woman at the event.” Joe pressed his drink to his lips.

“I - I -“ Patrick’s stuttered response stood no chance against Joe.

“I don’t want to see you near her again. In fact, when we sit down, you better not even look at her.”

Joe turned on his heels and made his way back into the room to find you.

Familiar hands find your shoulders and a kiss is planted on top of your head.

“I’m sorry, baby.” Joe takes a seat at the table next to you. “This will be the last time I agree to work with him.”

“It’s okay, Joey. It’s not your fault.”

“I refuse to work with someone who treats people with disrespect and behaves that way in public. I put him in his place, and if I had the choice, I’d do it all over again. He’s a jackass, and I love you. You’re mine. All mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.” Joe gives you a reassuring smile.

Players begin to take their seats and you both see Patrick making his way to your table.

“I’ll see if we can move tables.” You start to slide your chair out.

Joe grabs your hand to stop you. “It’s fine.”

“Are you sure? You did try to fight him less than ten minutes ago.”

“And I’d do it all over again if I saw someone touch you like that. Let’s make him jealous and rub it in his face.” Joe gives you a smirk and wink.

[joeybsversion]

Pathetic

Joe Burrow x Reader

Joe and reader see each other again years later

“Well thanks, Michelle! It was good to see you.” You smile and grab your bag from the older ladies hands. “I’m glad we caught up on the Athens, Ohio drama.” You laughed.

“Good to see you too. Don’t wait 5 years before you come back next time!” She called after you.

You were back in your home town, Athens, OH for the weekend dealing with a family dilemma. Athens was a small town, it really only had 2 main roads, both lines with gas stations, locally owned shops, and a few hotels. You grew up shopping at this same grocery store. Michelle had worked here since you were little and she recognized you the second you walked in. It was great to catch up with an old friend, but you were ready to escape this little town. You had stopped to grab a few things before heading to the hotel across the street for the night.

With another quick smile and wave, you pressed your back against the door to open it before it was quickly pulled away from you, causing you to lose your balance and almost fall backwards.

“Shit. Sorry!” Familiar hands reached up and helped steady you.

“Its ok.” You turned and were immediately frozen in shock. “Joe.” You gasped.

“What… oh my go—“ he nervously fiddled with his hands. “Hey.” He greeted you, clearly caught off guard. “What are you doing here?”

“Family stuff.” You nervously spit out. “What about you? Don’t you have practice or something?” You questioned.

“Bye week. Came home to support the local football team in play offs.” He put his hands in his pockets. “Are you staying at your parents?”

“No. Actually have a room at the hotel across the street.” You nodded your head in that direction. “I know it’s not the fanciest but it has a bed, and TV, and AC..” you nervously blabber. “Actually was just headed back to grab a drink and some dinner.”

Joe turned to look at the hotel before his eyes met yours again. “I’ll walk you over there.”

“Joe.” You laughed. “It’s literally 50 feet away. I’ll be fine.”

“I know… I just… would you… do you wanna catch up? Let me buy you a drink. It’s been what? 5 years since we’ve seen each other?” His eyes anxiously look around.

“Yeah sure.” You smile. “We probably have some catching up to do.”

You and Joe had dated for 4 years before you both left for colleges across the country from each other. He was now an NFL Quarterback and you were a wedding photographer. The breakup was messy, neither of you really got closure, and you hadn’t spoken since.

You followed Joe across the street and slid into the booth across from him. The room was dimly lit, the table sticky with booze, and the waitress was nosy. It was clear she recognized Joe, but he gave her one look after she dropped off your first round of drinks and made it clear she wouldn’t bother you both.

“So.” He cleared his throat. “How have you been? What’re you up to these days.”

You pressed your glass of wine to your lips and took a sip. “I’ve been good. Super busy. Started my own wedding photography business and basically spend all my time editing pictures.”

“Wow.” His eyes were wide. “Congratulations. I know that was always your dream.”

“Speaking of dreams, congrats to you Mr. Quarterback.” You teased.

He laughed and took a drink, shaking his head. “Yeah. It’s been a crazy ride.” A smile spread across his face. If there was one thing you still admired about Joe it was how humble he was. He’s graduated college less than a year ago and was already leading an NFL team to victory. “So, do you have a husband? Boyfriend?” He paused. “Girlfriend? Significant other?”

You laughed. “No, just me right now.” Your cheeks turned bright red. “Are you seeing someone?”

“Yeah.” He flashed the gold band on his ring finger. “Got married last year, just welcomed our first little one a few months ago.”

“Holy cow!” Your heart was crushed. “Congrats!” You faked a smiled and motioned to the waitress another round of drinks was needed. “Tell me about them!” You really didn’t want more details, but were just trying to be nice.

“My wife”, he flipped his phone around and his Lock Screen lit up, flashing a perfect picture of his beautiful wife and precious baby, “is truly superwomen. She’s taken on the roll of mom and NFL wife without an issue.” He smiled. “And baby Scarlett is just perfect.”

“You have a beautiful family.” You admitted. “Are they here with you?”

“No, just me. Hard to travel with a new born.” He looked at his phone again. “Actually if you don’t mind, I’m gonna go call them quick and say goodnight?” You nodded and he excused himself from the table.

You quickly finished your second glass of wine. Not sure if your face was hot from the alcohol or because you were holding back so many emotions. 5 years ago there was no doubt in your mind you would be Joes wife. But here you are, in a stuffy hotel bar single and talking about his newborn.

“Can I actually just buy a bottle?” You questioned as the waitress made her way around again. “And he’ll take another as well.” You motioned to Joes empty cup as she made her way back behind the bar to get your request.

Your face was buried in your phone as you googled Joe and his wife.

“Ordered me another I see.” Joe smirked as he sat back down across from you.

You quickly stashed your phone back in your purse. “I figured you’d be game for another round.” You laughed.

You and Joe spent the next few hours catching up, sharing drinks, and laughing about all of your old memories. The bar would be closing soon and you needed to get to bed, you had a long drive ahead of you tomorrow.

“I’ll walk you to your room.” Joe helped you from your seat, both of you stumbling and extremely tipsy.

“Thanks, Joe.” You slurred and took his hand.

You slipped your way into the elevator and up to the 7th floor before leading Joe down the hallway to your room. “Here it is.” You turned to him.

Joe grabs you around the waist, his hands shaking as though he might break you.

“Do you want to come in?” You whisper, your eyes locked on his.

He nods, his fingers still trembling and locked in your hips.

“You know I’m not going to break, right? I’m not as delicate as you think I am.” You giggle.

“I still feel like I’m going to break you.” His grip loosens even more. “I can’t believe I’m doing this. Never in my wildest dreams did I think we’d be back here and-“

You place a finger to his lip, silencing him. “Kiss me.” You whisper.

Joe crashes your lips together. His hands hungrily tracing every inch of your body. He lifts you up and without hesitation you wrap your legs around his hips, falling onto him as he sits on the edge of the bed before laying back.

You spend the rest of the night tangled up with Joe, his lips attacking yours.

“You ever think about us?” Joe asks after your long night. Your both laying in bed as the sun peaks through the curtains.

“Of course I do.” You answer, your voice horse and your lips swollen. “I think a lot about how timing is everything. We had the love, we had the whole universe. We just weren’t ready for each other.”

You both look at each other. And just like back then, there is so much love in your eyes. And somehow, the timing is still not right. And it seems that’s how things will always be for you and Joe, your timing will always be a little off.

“I think you need to go.” You clear your throat and break the stare between you two.

“What do you mean?” Joe pulls you into him.

“This isn’t right. We both know that. I really think you need to go. You have a wife and a family Joe. This isn’t fair.”

“What’s not fair,” he says, rolling away from you and throwing the comforter off of his body, “is that your about of put your clothes on and force me to leave this room.” He stands from the bed. “And I don’t know why.”

You stare at him, eyes wide and nervous. “Joe.” You say softly. “This isn’t right. You have to go. You need to.”

He plants a kiss on your cheek. “I still believe we’ll get our second chance. Somehow, someway we’ll find each other again. It’s pathetic, really, how much I still hope it’s you and me in the end.”

[joeybsversion]

Normal

Joe Burrow x Reader

Joe stands up for you after fans are rude

You knew by dating Joe, your relationship would be under a constant microscope. You swore up and down you wouldn’t let the negative comments get to you, but it’s hard.

With a fake smile plastered across your face, and your cheeks heated up in embarrassment, you stand on your tip toes to reach Joes ear.

“I’ll meet you at the car.” You whisper and turn to escape the crowd of adoring fans, making your way towards your car.

The bengals had won another game, and you and Joe were out to dinner to celebrate. What you expected to be a quiet night quickly escalated after your location was leaked.

“Sorry about that.” Joe climbs in the car and places a hand on your thigh.”

“S’ok.” You murmur, keeping your head towards your window.

“Everything ok?”

“Yeah.” You sigh.

Joe places a hand on your cheek and turns your face to meet his. “You’ve been crying.” He frowns. “What’s wrong?”

“Those girls.” You sob. “They were calling me horrible names and being so rude and I tried to not let it get to me but it’s so embarrassing and-“

“What did they call you?” Joe interrupts, you can hear the anger in his voice.

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Tell me. Now. We aren’t moving from this spot until you answer me.” His voice is stern.

“A whore. Annoying. Gold digger.” You started to list off.

Joe flung the car door open and marched his way back to the group. Not stopping until he was standing in front of the “fans”.

“Now.” He sneered, glaring at them, his blood boiling. “Who wants to call my girlfriend a whore to my face?”

Several heads turned his way and fans sulked backwards, afraid of what he might say next. He did not care, someone was going to pay for your pain. The crowd quickly dissipated and Joe made his way back to the car confident he had gotten his point across.

“Do you know how strong and resilient you are?” His voice was soft. “I can’t imagine going through what you just went through and getting back up again.” His voice cracked, it sounded as though he might start crying. “I know that had to have fucked with your head. No matter what’s thrown your way, you always dust yourself off and keep going. I admire that about you.”

A tear slips down your cheek as your eyes meet Joes. “Thank you for standing up for me.”

“Of course. I’m so sorry.”

“You don’t need to be.” You assure him. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Yeah but I’m still sorry.” He reaches up and tucks a curl behind your ear. “For how it has to be and how hard it is to be with me. I know it’s not easy. I know I’m not giving you a normal relationship.”

“I don’t want normal.” You reply. “I only want you.”

Joe leans over the center console and places a kiss on your lips. “And I only want you too.” He kisses you again. “No matter how difficult it gets. Or how hard the world tries to tear us apart, I’ll be yours.”

[joeybsversion]

Never

Joe Burrow x Reader

You’re a single mom and Joe spends the day with you

“You really do this every day?” Joe asks, barely able to keep his eyes open as your toddler is snuggled on his lap.

“Day in and day out.” You laugh. “And we still have 2 hours until bed time.”

His eyes fly open as his head quickly turns in your direction. “What?”

You laugh at his expression. “I’m kidding. It’s actually about bed time right now. I was thinking once I lay her down maybe you’d like to stay and watch a movie?” You ask, rising from the couch and reaching out your arms for your daughter.

“Absolutely.” A look of relief crosses his face as he stands up to pass over the toddler. “Goodnight, sweetheart.” He pulls her in for a quick embrace before handing her to you.

“Can you tell Joey goodnight?” You ask, as she snuggles her head into your neck and rubs her eyes. She gives Joe a sheepish smile as you head towards her bedroom.

You had been dating Joe for quite a while now. As a single mom, you were very weary of introducing your now 20 month old little girl to a guy. But through the months and months of dating, Joe has proved, he was serious about you and even more serious about meeting your daughter. You had decided today was the day. Joe had spent the whole day at your house, helping with the baby and experiencing what it’s like to be a parent.

“I didn’t think it was possible to love you more than I already did.” Joes sleepy gaze meets yours as you make your way back out to the living room. “I love seeing this side of you.” He outstretches his arms to pull you into him as you take a seat next to him on the couch.

“So she didn’t scare you off then?” You rest your head on his chest.

He laughs. “She’s an angel.” He kisses your forehead. “And you are a superhero.”

“That is far from the truth.”

“What makes you say that?”

“I’m not a perfect mom. I lose my patience. I make a lot of mistakes. We barely survive most days.” You sigh.

“Humans aren’t meant to raise other humans alone. It’s you and you alone that make her world spin.” He reminds you, bringing a smile to your face. “I hope you know how important you are.”

Your eyes meet his and you crash your lips together. Joe always knows the perfect thing to say at the perfect time. Most days were stressful, and you found yourself jealous of your friends that had no kids, or your friends who had a partner to help out. But he had confidence in you, and that made you feel so much better.

“I’m making you a promise right now.” He breaks the kiss. “Never again. You’ll never be alone again. No matter how hard things get, I’m always going to be right here.”

[joeybsversion]

Exclusively

Joe Burrow x Reader

You get jealous of fans

A crowd of adoring and cheering fans greet you and Joe as you make your way out of the stadium after the game.

It’s obvious Joe is the most handsome of all the quarterbacks in the NFL, and the girls in this crowd make it clear. You’re quickly shoved to the side as they swarm Joe to take selfies and get signatures.

They swoon at every word he says. Most of it normal things. Football, the weather, the final score. There really is no reason for you to be so hung up on their conversations. You’re simply curious as to what they’re saying that’s so funny. Joe has had the same smile plastered across his face and you can hear his continuous laughter. Last time you checked, there was nothing that funny about football, the weather, or the score of the game.

After a few minutes of meeting fans, Joe excuses himself to come find you so you can go home.

“Ready?” He smiles at you and grabs you by the hand to lead you to the car.

You nod in response.

The drive home was mostly quiet. Joe tried to engage you in conversation, but all of his efforts fell short.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, as he pulls into the driveway.

“Nothing.” You unbuckle and climb out of the car heading inside.

“Baby.” He grabs you by the wrist, stopping you in your tracks. “Tell me what’s going on.”

You sighed. “I don’t like it when you talk to other girls.” You mumble under your breath. “Especially ones that are clearly flirting with you. It’s rude and disrespectful and -“

“Makes you jealous.” He finishes your sentence. You feel like smacking that stupid grin off of his face.

“This isn’t funny.” You attempt to pull away from him.

This causes him to only pull you closer and hold you tighter. He brings his other hand into play, placing them both on each side of your waste, backing you against the wall. Soon you have all 6’4” 215 pounds of handsome quarterback pinning you in place.

“You have nothing to be jealous of.” His voice serious and husky. “All those girls who came over to us? I don’t even remember what they look like. I don’t remember the conversations I had with them. You’re the only one I see and the only one I care about.” He presses his lips to yours. “Understand?”

You nod in agreement. “I’m just scared that one day you’ll decide you can do better. And you’ll meet someone more special.”

He laughs. “That will never happen. I think it’s obvious, but incase it’s not, you’re mine.” He kisses you again. “I don’t want to see other women, and I sure as fuck don’t want you to see other men. You belong with me. Exclusively. There’s not a world where that’s not the case.”

[joeybsversion]

Two

Joe Burrow x Reader

Reader has a big surprise for Joe

You’d been looking forward to Joe coming home all week. He’d only been gone for four days but it had felt like a lifetime. Typically, you’d travel to away games with him. But since finding out you were pregnant, you both agreed it was in your best interest to stay home for multiple reasons. 1. To avoid any sickness 2. To be close to your doctor at all times and 3. Because you had yet to announce it to the public and were starting to show. The last thing you wanted was people speculating, starting rumors, and causing any distraction to Joe’s season. The baby would be born in early spring, after football season, and you both agreed that would be the best time to announce it. You had always had a very private relationship and liked it that way.

You had an ultrasound earlier this week and were excited to surprise Joe with the new picture. Although it was still early and there wasn’t much to see, you knew it would be a fun surprise.

After what felt like an eternity of pacing by the front door, Joe pulled up and rushed inside.

“I missed you so much.” He said between kisses.

“Congrats on the win, Joey. I missed you too. Watching the game from home isn’t the same.”

“I know. I’m sorry. But it’s best for all three of us.” He smiles and places a hand on your belly. “Now I’m going to go shower and then I want to hear all about your appointment.”

“Deal!” You smiled and raced up the stairs behind him.

Joe slides under the comforter after his shower and pulls you close, both of you staring up at the ceiling as the smell of his body wash surrounds you. You roll onto your side and pull the new ultrasound picture from the top drawer of your nightstand.

“Here’s our little football team.” You hand the picture to Joe and roll onto your stomach, propping your face up with your hands.

He smiles at the picture. “Football team?” He questions.

“Yeah.” You smile.

“I thought we only agreed to one? That’s not enough for a football team.” He laughs.

“What if that weren’t the case?”

“What’re you suggesting?”

You pause, taking a deep breathe. “We’re having twins, Joey.”

He freezes and continues to stare at the picture in his hand.

“Now would be a good time for you to say something.” You anxiously croak out.

He continues in his frozen state of shock. His always confident wife was feeling nervous and vulnerable. Pregnant. Babies. Twins. He finally let out a breath before closing the distance between the two of you and kissed you fiercely.

Eventually, you’d have to share this moment with family and friends, but for now, you enjoyed the secret together.

Joe crawls down in the bed, becoming eye level with your stomach. “I love you Baby Burrows.” He kisses your stomach. You could melt from the cuteness. “I know I’m going to have my hands full with the two of you, but you’ll be worth it. I can guarantee it.”

[joeybsversion]

Dedicated

Joe Burrow x Reader

Joe dates Coach Taylors daughter

“Morning, baby.” A familiar voice calls from behind you, causing you to jump and spill the cup of coffee you had just poured.

“Joe!” You called out in surprise, setting down the cup and grabbing a towel. “You know you’re not supposed to be here! What are you doing?” You question, nervously looking around.

“You dad was still in a meeting after practice wrapped up, so I knew I could beat him here.” He smiles and walks across the kitchen to meet you. “I wanted to see you.”

“Joey.” You hesitantly wine, locking eyes with him.

“Relax.” His smile instantly calms your nerves.

You and Joe had been seeing each other for a few months now. But your dad, who was the head coach of the Bengals, was not thrilled about it at all. He wants you to be with someone smart and successful. Joe is both of those things, and if anyone knows it, it’s your dad. Joe just has an abnormal career.

“He’s going to be home any-“

Joe presses a kiss to your temple, cutting you off. His lips trail down the side of your face and across your cheek until he was just at the corner of your lips.

You had to feel his lips on yours before it was too late. He seemed surprised when you crashed your lips together, but soon was kissing you like his life depended on it.

Your hands glide across his toned chest and abs. You couldn’t get enough of touching him, and he must have felt the same way. Within the next breath, he had picked you up, your legs wrapped around his waist, causing your ankles to connect behind his back. You didn’t realize he was walking until your back was pressed against the wall. You couldn’t get enough. You could feel his hands flex as he grabbed your thighs. It was like you were in your own little bubble.

… which burst when someone cleared their throat.

“What is going on here?”

Joe immediately sets you down, your feet hitting the ground with a loud thud.

“I’ve told you both,” your dad points between you and Joe, “that this is over.” His voice is stern.

“Dad I-“

Joe cuts you off again. “It’s my fault coach.”

“I don’t care whose fault it is. It’s done.”

You both knew it was way too late for him to try and change your minds.

“I’ll go. But let me just say one thing first.” Joe says to your dad. “I want to be the kind of man who is worthy of your daughter, if that’s even possible. She makes me so happy in a way that I don’t even want to blink just incase it all disappears.” The vulnerability of his words tug at your heartstrings. “I promise to work every damn day to make her happy and take care of her. I’ll give you anything you want as long as you give me a chance to prove it.” He clears his throat before he continues. “I’m not sure of much. But I’m so sure that I love her. That isn’t something I want to give up on. I won’t give up on this.” He looks to your dad for approval.

You noticed a tiny almost appreciative smile creep across your dads face. “I’ve never seen you so dedicated or worked up over something that wasn’t football.”

[joeybsversion]

Wednesday

Joe Burrow x Reader

You and Joe meet in a coffee shop

“Latte for Joe!” The barista calls across the busy coffee shop.

“Thanks.” He grabs the drink and turns to sit at a table. He brought his notebook with him, hoping to study some new plays for the game this week.

As he turns to take a seat, he sees you out of the corner of his eye and is caught off guard. Your level of beauty is like something he’s never seen before.

Except he has seen it. In this same spot. Multiple times. And maybe that’s the reason he chose to study here. Because he hopes one day you’ll see him too.

This was Joes third time here this week. He soaked up every minute of watching you work on your laptop at the same table, in the same corner, under the same window. He’d come to find the high maintenance, socialite aspect of your personality adorable. You owned it. You weren’t apologetic about hating working a typical 9-5 job and loving overpriced coffee. Every time you cringed about another email, or rolled your eyes after talking to your boss, he wanted to come over and shut the lid of your laptop and let you know he would take care of you. He wanted to spoil you. Badly.

It was obvious that this coffee shop was to busy and loud to work in. But you still showed up every day and got your work done. You loved routine. And loved the familiarity of sitting in the same spot every day.

“Hey.” A voice broke your routine.

You looked up. “Hey.” You said puzzled.

“I’m Joe.” He stuck out his hand.

“Nice to meet you.” You shook his hand cautiously, unsure why this handsome stranger was interrupting your work day.

“I know we just met, but I’d love to take you out sometime.” Joe said confidently.

“Okay. Umm…” you forced yourself to stop wondering why he was talking to you and tried to visualize your schedule.

“How about Wednesday?”

You pulled open your calendar app. It was so full of colorful boxes, causing you to feel a surge of anxiety. “It works before 11 AM and after 4 PM.”

“Six?” He asked, amazed with his own confidence.

“Six works.”

“Okay.” He waited for you to type it in. “Aren’t you going to add it to your calendar?”

“I’ll remember.” You smiles at him.

“Okay then.” He smiled back. “Wednesday it is.”

[joeybsversion]

Girl Dad

Joe Burrow x Reader

Joe takes his daughter to practice

9 days after entering the world, your daughter made her first Bengals practice debut. Since then, she’s spent most of her Sundays there as well. That is truly a right that comes with being the quarterbacks daughter.

Joe was the best dad. Even before she was born her catered to your every need. He continues to jump at her every whim.

“You ready to go, baby girl?” He asks, pulling into the facility parking lot. You had to travel for a work emergency with no notice, leaving Joe in charge for the day. “C’mon.” He pulls her from the car and slung the diaper bag over his shoulder, heading inside.

The sound of loud conversation and even louder music can be heard from the locker room as Joe makes his way down the hallway. Appearing around the corner with the small baby in his arms, everyone gasps. The locker room turned into a silent dead zone.

Usually there’s a strict no girls allowed rule in the locker room, but today the team would make an exception.

“Mama had to leave town, so we’re adding another player to the roster for the day.” Joe jokes with the team.

It was the day after a game so there wouldn’t be much practicing going on. Just watching film, talking about the upcoming game, and going over plays.

“Hi sweetie.” Ja’Marr takes the baby from Joes arms, giving him a chance to tuck the diaper bag into his locker and slip out of his coat.

“She loves her uncle Ja’Marr.” Joe admires his friends playfulness with his daughter.

“But she loves her Uncle Sam more!” Sam interrupted the conversation, taking your daughters tiny hand into his big one and cooing at her.

The guys filtered into the film room, finding a spot to take a seat so they could start the days meetings.

Your daughter was mostly content sitting on Joes lap. He bounced her on his knee and intently watched the screen in front of him. Almost as if she knew what was coming, she let out a loud shriek just as the team rewatched a play of Joe taking a hard hit.

“That’s what I’m saying too.” Joe laughs in response before quickly excusing himself from the room.

The training room was empty with the exception of two. Joe cradled his daughter in his arms, lightly bouncing her as he fed her a bottle. “This is where daddy works out.” He gives her a tour of the room. “So he can stay strong and healthy and take care of you for a long, long time.” He admires the tiny girl in his arms.

Soon enough, she’s drifted off to sleep in his arms. The bottle replaced with a binky which is bouncing up and down as she sucks on it in her sleep and a pink blanket wrapped around her.

Joe makes his way back into the room with the rest of the team. He presses a finger to his lips, motioning for the rest of the team to be quiet.

In that moment, he feels like a true winner, cradling his most prized possession, the best trophy ever, in his arms.

[joeybsversion]

Weakness

Joe Burrow x Reader

You and Joe have your first date

“Can you take a look at my quad?” A familiar voice asks, breaking the silence in the room.

You looked up from your desk and sighed. “I’m working on real therapy plans for players that are actually hurt.” You scoffed.

“How do you know I’m not hurt?” He smirked.

“Because this is the third time you’ve been in here today. And you’ve complained of a different injury each time.” You rolled your eyes.

“This one could be real. Aren’t you even gonna ask me what happened to my leg?” He asks, pulling his shorts up to expose his muscular thigh.

Being the trainer for the Bengals had its perks. You focused your attention back on your computer, doing your best to not stare at the gorgeous man in front of you. “Fine then,” you laughed. “How did you hurt yourself, Joe?”

“Well you see,” he climbed up on the training table next to your desk. “What happened was, I was opening my locker after practice, and the corner of it caught my thigh and gave me a nice cut.”

You turn your head in his direction, doing your best to find a cut along his leg. “I don’t see anything.”

“You’re not even looking.” He whined.

“That’s because I’m working.” You turned your attention back to the computer.

Joe continues trying to get your attention and convince you all 3 of his injuries that he complained of were real.

“Are you even listening?” He asks. You keep focusing on your work. “Fine then, how about a date?” He asks.

That gets your attention. Your sit straight up and turn your head towards him. “What?”

“Ah. Now I’ve got your attention.” He smirks. “What’re you doing tonight?” He asks.

“Ummm.” You stammer, caught off guard.

“Come over to my place, let’s make dinner and hang out.” He climbs off the table. “Does 6 sound good?”

“Yeah…” you nod. “Yeah, that works.”

“See you soon.” He flashes a beautiful smile your way as he walks out of the room.

A few hours later you find yourself knocking on Joes front door.

“Hey.” He smiles and wraps you in a hug. “Come in.”

His house is stunning and way more put together than you imagined. You figured it would be lined with trophies, football jerseys, and sports memorabilia. But it’s not. It’s clean and nicely decorated.

“You ok with Pasta?” He asks, dragging your attention away from his house and back to him.

“Sounds perfect.” You smile and follow him to the kitchen.

It was hard to imagine things being normal at practice on Monday while cooking in the kitchen with Joe. You found yourself starting to like him the more you got to know him. He made you laugh, he was a good story teller, and very personable.

Your long hair was tied in a loose braid over your shoulder. You were barefoot and in leggings and an oversized sweater, absently stirring the pasta sauce with one hand while watching Joe open a bottle of wine next to you.

After pouring you a glass, Joe came over and rested his chin on the top of your head, his arms looped around your waste. In these quiet moments he continually had to stop himself from kissing you.

After dinner, Joe asks you to stay for a movie. You follow him over to the couch before flopping down next to him.

“Thanks for dinner.” You smile.

“Thanks for helping me make it.” He slings an arm around your shoulder and leans in to kiss your cheek. It feels so natural.

He pulls away and lightly strokes your cheek bone.

“What’re you doing?” You can’t help but smile as you look over at him.

“Thinking about how bad I want to kiss you.” He pulls you onto his lap. “So I’m thinking I might do that right now.”

He slides his arms around your waste as your lips are locked together. He’s kissing you like he wants to keep you. And you think you want that too.

“I hate how much I want you.” He pulls back, breathless from the kiss. “It’s a weakness.”

“Then I guess it’ll be a weakness we share.”

[joeybsversion]

Perfect

Joe Burrow x reader

You and Joe become parents

“Burrow!” Coach Taylor hollers across the practice field, trying to get the quarterbacks attention. As Joe looks up he waves him over.

He pulls his helmet off, sweaty hair sticking to his forehead. “What’s up, coach?” He asks, trying to catch his breathe.

“Your wife is in labor. She’s on her way to the hospital right now.” He urgently spits out.

“Shit.” Joes eyes open wide. “I gotta go!” He takes off towards the locker room to quickly change and head to the hospital.

Across the city, you’ve changed into your hospital gown and are getting hooked up to the IVs. Your lurch forward as a contraction ripples through you. “Is Joe almost here?” You ask, out of breath.

“The receptionist said he’s on his way.” The nurse assures you, helping you get comfortable in the hospital bed.

“Is he going to miss it?” You ask nervously, feeling the urge to push.

“We’ve still got time.” She smiles at you.

Moments later the door bursts open. “I’m here!” Joe rushes to your side, kissing you on the forehead.

“Oh thank goodness.” You call out in pain as you see his familiar face.

“Are you guys ready to have a baby now?” The doctor asks, taking position at the end of the bed.

The next bit of time is a blur and full of pain. Joe is there to comfort you, continuously telling you how good you’re doing and how proud he is of you. A sudden loud cry rings over the room, a nurse sweeps your baby out of sight so fast. They’re just cleaning her off and weighing her while the doctor discreetly finishes taking care of you.

“6 pounds, 2 ounces. A beautiful baby girl.” The nurse calls over the room as she gently places the baby in your arms.

Your heart expands to triple its size. “She’s perfect.” You whisper, staring down at your new baby.

She is. She’s so perfect Joe is nearly in tears. He can’t take his eyes off her tiny face, or the tuft of dark hair on top of her head. She’s no longer crying and looks up at you both with big dark eyes.

“You did so good, baby.” Joe pressed another kiss to your forehead, gently stroking your baby girls face.

You look up at him with a wide smile. “We did good.”

Hours later your laying in the hospital bed, Joe snuggled up in a chair next to you. Both of you exhausted and emotional.

Joe breaks the silence in the room, “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” You smile at him.

Before he can lean over to kiss you, a loud cry erupts through the room.

“And that.” You laugh. “Is the best thing to happen to either one of us.”

[joeybsversion]

Anything

Joe Burrow x Reader

Joe has a panic attack before a game

It’s finally time. The first home game of the season. Soon the stadium would be filled with disorderly fans, the comforting smell of stadium food, and rowdy players fighting their way to a win. But now, it stood quiet. Fans slowly filter their way through the team shop as a handful of players take the field to warm up.

Your eyes scan the field looking for your boyfriend Joe. As quarterback, he’s never missed a chance to warm up. Weather he’s practicing the motions of throwing the ball, stretching, or just taking a walk down the field, he’s always out there. Your heart rate picks up a little when you can’t find him.

“Maybe he’s taking a new approach this season.” You quietly mumbled to yourself, keeping your eyes on the field.

Although you were trying to be positive, the worst thoughts begin to run through your mind. Did he get hurt? He was fighting through a minor knee injury. Is he sick? Is he even here at the stadium?

As nerves run through you, you decide to head down to the family and friends area outside the locker room. Hopefully you’ll see Joe, or at least a team member who can assure you every things ok.

As you turn the corner, your eyes meet a familiar face.

“Joey!” You rush to him, throwing your arms around his neck. He’s leaned up against the wall, head down. As you press your head to his chest, you can hear his heart racing. “Are you okay?” You pull back, your eyes meeting his. His face is pale, he truly looks helpless and exhausted.

“I….I….I’m.” He chokes out, unable to catch his breath.

“You’re having a panic attack.” You grab both of his hands. “Focus on me. Let’s take some deep breaths.”

His eyes study your face, trying to copy the slow breathes your taking. His hands are shaking in yours.

“What’s got you so worked up, Joey?”

“There’s so many people relying on me to win. This way we play today can really affect the rest of our season. I’m scared of letting everyone down.” His eyes are threatening to spill over like the ocean.

If there’s one thing you knew about Joe, it’s that he was not good about talking about his feelings or emotions. He kept everything deep inside of him under lock and key.

Every aspect of playing in the NFL has gotten to him. “You are doing your best and you’re doing enough. Everyone knows that.” You do your best to assure him. “I know there’s a lot of pressure riding on you today. But I also know if there’s anyone that can pull off a win, it’s you.” You see a slight smile creep across his face. “You just need to believe in yourself and in your team.”

You pull him down close to you so you’re face to face and press your lips to his. “That’s for good luck.” You wink.

Not ready to let go, you hold him close and continue to tell him how proud you are.

He places a kiss on the top of your head. “This right here could heal me of anything.”