#joe burrow drabble

[scudevils]

summer nights — JB9

pairing: joe burrow x fem!reader

warnings: smut, semi public?, teasing, oral (f receiving), established relationships, swearing, not proofread!!

synopsis: wedding joe makes brain go brrr [1.5k]

a/n: i wrote this in like 40 minutes after finally getting some decent pictures whoops

MASTERLIST

fuck he looked good in that shirt.

that was all you could think about for the past two hours, since you'd first seen him in it back home if you were being honest. it didn't help you'd had a drink, practically eye fucking him from across the room, where he was laughing at a joke sam had said, you were sitting, wanting to climb him like a tree.

were you ovulating? that was the only explanation for how badly you needed this man.

it was truly a gorgeous wedding, perfect in every sense of the word, sam and jess were one of the couples you and joe spent the most time with outside of the team, you clicked with jess the day you'd met her and ever since you'd been friends. you were part of her wedding party, the gorgeous dark blue dress she'd picked out for her bridesmaids somehow complimenting everyone.

they matched the blue suit jackets that the groomsmen had on, the one that rested over your shoulder when joe noticed you'd gotten a chill after the service.

joe wasn't a big drinker during the season, so it was always fun to see hin let loose without the consequences of an early morning training session. his movements were looser, a smile etched on his face and never leaving, and you loved every minute of it, you couldn't help but laugh at his little stumble when sam tried to get him dancing.

jess plopped herself down beside you, her skirt flowing out like the petals of a flower, heavy breathing as she'd just gotten off of the dance floor. "you gotta come up!" she shouted over the music, taking a swig of the drink she'd left on the table earlier. "cmon!" holding out her hand, you took it with a laugh, acting as though you were being dragged up.

"i can't dance, jess!" you shouted back at her, nearer the speakers now, you could feel the beat of the music through your body.

"neither can he," following where she was pointing at, you found joe and sam dancing together, covering your mouth as you couldn't help but laugh at the scene, you were definitely telling him about this tomorrow and you know he'd deny it.

wether it was the drink, it was most definitely the drink, or a false confidence from seeing joe not care, you followed jess's lead, dancing along to the music, the alcohol flowing through your veins, a smile a permanent feature on your face.

when you opened your eyes again, joe was gone from by sam, your eyes subconsciously scanning the room to find him, and when you didn't, your smile couldn't help bur fall. "i'll be right back, gonna find joe!" you weren't sure if she'd heard you entirely, just nodding her head at your words and trusted you'd be fine.

the music became less clear the further you got away, till it just became noise in the background, no longer thumping in your blood, the cool air in the hallway hitting you like a welcomed truck, only now realising just how hot it was in there.

you heard shuffling from the other end of the corridor, where the entrance to the toilets were and began to walk towards them, if you couldn't find joe, you could at least go to the bathroom. the sound of laughter from the main hall was faint now, finally able to hear yourself think. finally, when you reached the bathroom door, you could feel another presence behind you, hear them being breathing.

disregarding every horror movie you'd ever seen, you turned around to see your potential attacker, clutching a hand to your heart when you realised it was joe, you slapped his chest. "you dick! thought it was gonna die."

his laugh reverberated around you, warm and homely as he apologised for scaring you, his hands lingering on your waist as his fingers absentmindedly drew circles. "have i told you how beautiful you look tonight?" joe was a charmer, that was for sure, his words silky smooth.

"sure have, many times." you giggled, that was how he got you, laughing like a school girl who got some attention from her crush, wrapping your arms around his neck as you looked into his eyes. "doesn't hurt to hear it again."

joe dipped his head lower, lips barely brushing against yours, before pressing a chaste kiss to them. "you." kiss "look" kiss "so" kiss "beautiful" and another, your fingers tangling in the short strands of his messed up hair, pulling him impossibly closer to you, needing him closer.

"joe," you whisper against his lips, and he's already moving, his hand leaving your waist for a second as he's opening the door behind you, the bathrooms in the venue only one room rather than stalls, and your already unbuttoning his shirt when you hear the lock click. "been wanting you since we left."

"fuck, i know." he's saying back to you, cradling your jaw in his hand as he's bringing you in for another kiss, messing up your hair even more, his lips tainted a faint pink. "gonna need you to be quiet, okay?"

when you nod at his words, his hand finds the zip on the back of your dress, pulling it down as the front falls, the lacy bra you had on leaving nothing to the imagination, his hand grazes over the flimsy material, hearing you suck in a breath as he teases over your hardening nipples. "been wanting you too, baby, couldn't think right."

he's kissing up the centre of your chest, across your collarbone and up your neck, and you're supposed to just take it, be quiet as he says, but you can't help the small moans and whines that fall from your lips. "no marks," you tell him, joe's eyes flickering to yours. "not where they can see."

you hated how deliberate his touches were, how he knew where to touch to tease you, have you begging for more. joe knew your body more than you did. his hand ghosted down your back, slipping the rest of the dress down your body, pupils blown wide when he sees the matching pair of panties you had on. "gonna be the death of me."

the press of his body against yours was electrifying, every one of your nerves on fire, on edge as his hands went lower down your body, skimming over your clothed cunt, and laughing at your reaction. your boyfriend was a cruel man.

joe was in total control as he was now crouched below you, lifting one of your legs over your shoulder, his fingers rough against yours skin dipping below the sides of your panties and sliding them down your legs, "fuck" he muttered to himself.

before you can react, his tongue is on you, flat against yours cunt, lapping as if you'll disappear from him if he doesn't, and your head falls against the wall, eyes screwed shut, tugging on the strands of his hair, inadvertently pushing his closer to you, egging him on.

you had nothing to hold onto but him, your thighs locking his head into place, even if he wanted to move he couldn't, and he certainly did not want to move. his teeth grazing against yours clit had you jolting forward, nearly toppling over him from the force you got up, you disregarded his prior instructions, letting the moans tumble from your lips

there was no stopping it, whines and whimpers following, his name spoken like a prayer, his attack on your cunt relentless, his thumb coming up to circle your clit, the added stimulation had your orgasm rolling towards you. your mouth fell open in a silent moan, feeling his groan vibrating against yours, legs shaking a little as he never relented, thoughts fuzzy.

when joe looked up he swore he had died and went to heaven, wanting to take a picture to remember the moment forever, but alas his memory would do. he was setting your body on fire, raising hairs you didn't even know you had, fingering digging into his scalp a little deeper. "joe,"

your voice gave you away, just barely above a whisper, yet it drove him absolutely fucking insane, the sweet sound of his name from your lips. joe feels your legs shake around his head, squeezing him in and keeping him in his place between them, the hand in his hair having a hold thats teetering on painful, but he only groaned at the feeling. when his tongue leaves you there’s an empty feeling, although still worked through the after shocks by his thumb.

“fuck, you’re amazing.” he’s whispering against yours skin, pressing kisses to the warmth. you look down to see him straining against his trousers, wanting to help him when he stops you, pointing towards his watch. “gotta wait till we get home.”

you know he’s right, but that doesn’t stop your whine of protest.

[silversainz]

Hiii 24 with Joe burrow pls

# warnings — hard dom!joe, bratty!reader, public sex, dirty talk, choking, spanking, p n v.

Joe was furious.

All night you’d been acting like a brat. From disobeying orders to getting all pissy with him and to now, he was swimming through the crowds of people trying to find you, you having had enough of him not paying you enough attention decided to wonder off into the crowd leaving him alone by the bar. But just his luck, he had no sight of you.

“This fucking girl” he’d mumbled underneath his breath. Fist clenching up and chest heaving with pure anger. He pushed people out the way, not caring if they give him looks or shouted swear words at him. He only cared about finding you, and when he finally locked his eyes on you he could practically feel steam coming out his ears.

You were sat with some man in the vip room to the club. Giggling and chattering away like you hadn’t done nothing to rile him up or disappear from his eye sight.

“Of fucking course” he walked into the vip room, storming over to where you were sat at.

“Y/N” you looked up, a smirk forming on your lips as you saw joe standing there jaw clenched tightly and fist balled up as he eyed the man right beside you, who had his hand so casually on your thigh. “Let’s go, now” he sternly said, hand already grabbing your forearm to stand you up.

“Aw, come on, i was having fun” you said, letting out another giggle as you saw him inhale deeply. You yanked your arm back, deciding to cross them instead. Joe closed his eyes a bomb of anger ticking off inside his head, he saw red.

The man still sat, awkwardly coughed before leaving the scene. Joe chuckled closing the curtain to the room once the man left and turned back to you, hand’s already undoing the belt to his pants.

“You never fucking listen, huh” he walked up to you, hand squeezing your cheeks together as he pushed you to fall back against the couch. “Always acting like a pathetic fucking brat” he roughly grabbed at your hands tiring them together, before turning you around pushing your head into the couch while your ass hung in the air.

“I’ll fuck you here in front of everybody if you don’t stop”

you lifted your head from the pillows to look back at him. “Well then fuck me, sir”

In a halt, he had ripped your panties off while tugging down his pants down enough for his cock to spring free. He ran his hands over your ass before landing loud and harsh slaps to the skin. You jumped feeling the weight of his hand and rings come in contact with your ass.

Not giving you any time to adjust or a warning, he pushed himself into your cunt hips setting a brutal pace as he thrusted in and out of your wet cunt. “Fuck, so fucking wet, huh” he wrapped his hand around your neck from behind tugging your head backwards. “Just like an needy slut”

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joe burrow recs

dedicated | drabble, fluff | @joeybsversion

the prettiest | drabble, fluff | @lushlovers

surprise | imagine, fluff | @luvu2themoonand2saturn

sweet nothing | imagine, flangst | @baurbiediv

flood gates | imagine, flangst, comfort | @yelenasbraid

sniffle prevention | imagine, fluff | @joesheistyy

pretty girl | drabble, fluff | deactivated blog

burnout | imagine, flangst, comfort | @yelenasbraid

afterglow | one shot, flangst (more angst) | @betterthanburrow

nobody gets me | imagine, flangst | @joesheistyy

who's cutting onions | drabble, fluff (brief angst) | @lushlovers

rubbing your partner's back | drabble, fluff | @brrbrina

mother hen | imagine, fluff | @luvu2themoonand2saturn

say yes | one shot, flangst | @svt-luna

babysitting | imagine, fluff | @yelenasbraid

sleeping beauty | imagine, fluff | @svt-luna

e. r. visits | imagine, flangst | @glitter-vamp

forever and always | imagine, fluff (brief angst) | @mamaestapa

exclusively | drabble, flangst | @joeybsversion

super bowl blues | imagine, flangst | @luvu2themoonand2saturn

i love you | imagine, fluff | @hubbvrd

one too many | imagine, fluff | @luvu2themoonand2saturn

mamas | imagine, soft fluff | @svt-luna

amethyst | imagine, flangst, comfort | @betterthanburrow

boze babe | imagine, fluff | @joeys-babe

don't give up on me | imagine, flangst | @joeys-babe

show her off | one shot, fluff | @emmyblues

lie down with me | imagine, fluff | @emmyblues

surprise | imagine, fluff | @hubbvrd

by the beach | imagine, fluff | @emmyblues

birthday kisses | one shot, fluff | @starsinthesky5

adding a bracelet | imagine, fluff | @delayed-affection

red light | imagine, fluff | @slimshiesty

take a breather | imagine, angry flangst | @yelenasbraid

i know you, i get you, i see you | one shot, flangst | @joeybsboo

messed up | one shot, flangst | @heartmix

when in france | one shot, fluff | @eternalsunrise

lover | imagine, fluff | @yelenasbraid

you look adorable when you're sleepy | imagine, fluff | @joeybsboo

tiger | imagine, fluff, comfort | @burreauxwrites

knock-the-wind-out-of-me-gorgeous | Imagine, fluff | @goldfades

livin' the dream | one shot, fluff | @joeybsboo

say it, please | imagine, fluff | @starsinthesky5

it started with a pair of headphones | imagine, fluff, suggestive | @v6quewrlds

[goldfades]

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STARTING DECEMBER 13, 2024 TIL DECEMBER 25TH !!

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prompt lists you can choose from! happy little holiday scenarios for your otp , a collection of various settings for drabbles or prompts, or both! , christmas prompts

⋆˚✿˖° 𐙚 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁 𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐓 ; 12 blurbs for the 12 days of christmas!

12/13/24 ➜ DAY ONE ft. matt rempe | SLIPPING INTO YOU Matt drags you to the local ice rink. Matt is a natural skater, while you can barely stand without falling. Cue laughter, clumsy hand-holding, and lingering touches as they help each other stay upright (though, that doesn't do much)

12/14/24 ➜ DAY TWO ft. rafe cameron | UNDER THE MISTLETOE At a posh Tannyhill Christmas party, you get caught under the mistletoe with none other than Rafe Cameron. Friends egg you on, but what starts as a joking kiss turns into something much deeper.

12/15/24 ➜ DAY THREE ft. jack hughes | CLASSIC ONE-BED TROPE A planned weekend getaway turns into an extended stay when a blizzard traps you and their your long-time crush, Jack in a cozy cabin. With only one bed and a fireplace for warmth, your unspoken feelings finally come to light.

12/16/24 ➜ DAY FOUR ft. quinn hughes | TANGLED UP IN YOU You and Quinn team up for a late-night gift-wrapping session. Between ripped paper, forgotten tape, and silly arguments about the “right” way to wrap, your laughter turns into a moment of quiet intimacy.

12/17/24 ➜ DAY FIVE ft. paige bueckers | HOME FOR CHRISTMAS You join Paige in Minnesota for her family’s Christmas celebration. From sledding on frozen lakes to drinking her favorite hot cocoa, you see the side of Paige that only comes out at home, and it feels like she’s letting you into her world

12/18/24 ➜ DAY SIX ft. jude bellingham | SANTA'S FAVORITE FORWARD After his last game before the holiday break, Jude finds you in the stands wearing his jersey and a Santa hat. He runs to you and lifts you into a hug, promising he’s all yours for Christmas. Insisting on cooking Christmas dinner for you (despite his lack of experience), the kitchen turns into chaos, but his determination to impress you makes it the best meal you’ve ever had.

12/19/24 ➜ DAY SEVEN ft. luke hughes | CHRISTMAS TREE FARM You and Luke visit a Christmas tree farm to pick out the perfect tree. Between wandering through rows of evergreens and Luke lifting you to reach the top branch, your chemistry becomes undeniable.

12/20/24 ➜ DAY EIGHT ft. jack hughes | SWEET LIKE YOU You and your boyfriend, Jack have a cookie-decorating contest against his friends and their partners. The guys get way too competitive, but your boyfriend insists your messy cookies are “art.”

12/21/24 ➜ DAY NINE ft. joe burrow | WHERE THE HEART IS The reader invites Joe to their hometown for Christmas. Amid festive parades, ice skating, and meeting the family, sparks fly, and the love interest realizes what “home” truly means.

12/22/24 ➜ DAY TEN ft. nico hischier | HOME ICE ADVANTAGE During a Christmas trip to Nico's hometown, his family challenges you to a backyard hockey game. He’s torn between showing off his skills and helping you win against his competitive siblings.

12/23/24 ➜ DAY ELEVEN ft. auston matthews | UNDER THE CHRISTMAS LIGHTS Auston hides an engagement ring in an ornament, and while you’re decorating the tree, he gets down on one knee.

12/24/24 ➜ DAY TWELVE ft. paige bueckers | BEST SECRET OF ALL Paige loves outdoing everyone, and when it’s time for the team’s Secret Santa exchange, her overly thoughtful gift for you makes it clear she’s paying extra attention. You scramble to figure out how to match her energy.

★ merry christmas to my babies!!! i hope everyone enjoys, and cheers to a new year, and many more together 🫶🏼

© goldfades 2023

all materials posted are MINE!!!, i do not give permission for my writing to be posted on ANY other website without my consent. i will report your ass.

[ebsmind]

MASTERLIST ❀

✿ = fluff ✧ = angst ® = smut

THE HUNGER GAMES

Coriolanus Snow

drabbles

mentor!coriolanus ✿✧

18+ coriolanus ®

corio getting help from tigris ✿

husband!coriolanus

peacemaker!coriolanus ®

jealous!coriolanus ✧

one-shots

n/a

BAD BOYS

Armando Aretas

drabbles

18+ armando ®

one-shots

false god ®✧

NATIONAL FOOTBALL LEAGUE

Joe Burrow

drabbles

n/a

one-shots

i choose you and me...religiously (coming soon)

social media au's

you and me, wet got big reputations

NATIONAL HOCKEY LEAGUE

Nico Hischier

drabbles

n/a

one-shots

three points

my little treasure

social media au's

n/a

moodboards

yes, mr. president

Jack Hughes

drabbles

n/a

one-shots

n/a

social media au’s

meet me at midnight series

moodboards

cowboy!jack

ACTORS

Tom Blyth

drabbles

n/a

one-shots

n/a

social media au's

your fav dead girl

as beautiful as the waves

lovers on and off the screen | pt 2 (coming soon)

loml | how did it end?

ts song series!

delicate

too soft for all of it

slut!

last updated : january 21st, 2025

[eternalsunrise]

who i’m writing for/request guidelines !

who i’m writing for !

fyi requests are: open!

╰┈➤ marvel comics!

wade wilson (deadpool)

logan howlett (wolverine)

matt murdock (daredevil)

frank castle (punisher)

bucky barnes (the winter soldier)

tony stark (iron man)

╰┈➤ celebs/miscellaneous!

joe burrow!

request guidelines!

╰┈➤ please check my welcome post and/or scroll upwards to see if my request box is open!

╰┈➤ i will write fluff, angst, and smut. i write full fics, headcanons, and drabbles/blurbs!

╰┈➤ i will NOT write anything concerning minors, r*pe, noncon, pregnancy trope (i’m sorry i just can’t), any incest/stepcest

╰┈➤ if your request has gone unanswered pls don’t be discouraged!! i’m probably working on it or just got busy!! :)

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other mcu/dc- mature/nsfw, series,✒️ )

harmshake (wwe- roman reigns, jey uso, rhea ripley, solo

sikoa, daniel garcia, more- nsfw/smut, series,✒️ incl. 15k)

hazzelle-kento (fanart- jjk)

heavyhitterheaux (jack harlow, urban wyatt, joe burrow)

henneseyhoe (m.b. ordan, y.a. mateen II,

trevante rhodes, john boyega, more- smut, fluff, angst)

highdefhoetry (jjk, op, love and deepspace- fluff, smut, plot,

series,✒️ ) hikatamika (original art, ocs)

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icy-spicy (op, bleach, jjba, hellsing/hellsing ultimate, record

of ragnarok, blood of zeus- plot, smut, fluff, angst)

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jadedjotun (marvel- angst, smut, fluff)

jazzthatonewriterchick (bnha, op, jjk- smut, plot, drabbles,

some dc, x black reader, series,✒️ incl. 10k+ )

jbarneswilson (bucky barnes- slice of life fluff, smut,

✒️ incl. 10k)

joannasteez (wwe- roman reigns, cody rhodes, jey uso- ocs,

smut, fluff, plot,✒️ )

jstarr86 (wwe- roman reigns, jey uso)

julieonbeat (original art, ocs) juniperhaven (original art, ocs)

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k1ng0fsug4r (original art, ocs) kana-daydreams (op, jjk,

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kanekisfavoritegf (aot, jjk, jjba, cm- smut, fluff)

kechiwrites (jjk, haikyuu, cod, marvel, dc- smut, some fluff,

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kill-the-artiste (wwe, bandom, fast and furious- plot, smut,

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kingkonoha (aot, jjk, naruto- angst, fluff, smut, series,✒️ )

kultofkorii/vampkorii (op, demon slayer- fluff, smut, comfort,

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kweenkatsuki-fics (jjk, mha, h!!- fluff, smut, dc)

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lostbluejayart (ocs, original art, fanart)

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lowkeyremi (h!!, bnha, jjk, aot, tr, ds, saiki k, food wars, hxh)

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luxesiren

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nayaxwrites (jonathan majors, laroyce hawkins, m.b.

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[jubesy]

Could I get no.40 for matcha blossom 😅 if it’s not to much Trouble I don’t want you to over work yourself

Aww, thank you, anon! Yes, I’m trying my best to take breaks so I don’t burn out, haha. And this one is so cute!

You’ve got it, anon! Thanks for the ask~

Matcha Blossom #40 “I could hold you forever.”

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The calibration had been off. That was it. A simple error. Frustrating. But not the end of the world.

Cherry sighed and stared up at the night sky above, his back flat on the dirt. He winced slightly as he turned toward his board, which had landed a few steps away. “Carla,” he began.

‘Yes, Master?’ 

“Make the necessary adjustments.” 

‘Yes, Master.’ 

“Kaoru!” Joe’s voice sounded high and panicked as he approached, audible even over the rumbling of his bike’s engine and the crunch of the gravel beneath its tires. Joe skidded to a halt and dismounted, falling to his knees at Cherry’s side. “Shit, Kaoru! Are you all right?” 

Cherry took a deep breath and nodded. “I’m fine.” 

Joe looked him over, large hands surprisingly gentle as he searched for any injuries. “Are you hurt anywhere?” he asked, a bit calmer now. 

“Just my pride,” Cherry answered, shifting his gaze over toward his childhood friend as he sat up. “Carla needs a bit more work before she’s perfect, I think.” 

Joe simply stared at him before letting his shoulders drop, a shaky breath escaping his lips. “You asshole,” he said and then pulled Cherry into a tight hug. “Don’t scare me like that.” 

Cherry blinked and tried to force his way out of Joe’s tight embrace. “Have a little more faith in me,” he wheezed. “I’m not so fragile.” 

“You fell off a cliff,” Joe replied flatly, though when he pulled back, his face still showed concern.

Cherry couldn’t help it. He reached up and softly pat Joe’s cheek. “What kind of skater would I be if I couldn’t handle taking a tumble from time to time?” He wet his lips, trying to ignore the heat rising in his cheeks. “But I’m sorry for worrying you, I suppose.” 

“You suppose,” Joe echoed with a snort. “All right, let’s get you back home so you can fix your robot girlfriend.” Before Cherry could object, Joe had scooped him up into his arms. “You can ride with me.” 

Cherry wriggled in his hold. “Kojiro, put me down!” 

“Nope,” Joe replied. “Actually, do you think you’ll be able to sit on my bike?” he asked. “Did you fall on your butt?” He hummed. “That could be pretty uncomfortable.” 

As if it wasn’t embarrassing enough to be held in Joe’s arms, he didn’t need the other to be going on about -- the rapidly forming bruise on -- his backside. 

“Maybe I should just carry you all the way home,” Joe suggested.

Cherry scoffed. “As if you could.” He rolled his eyes. “Put me down.”

But Joe shook his head. “You barely weigh a thing,” he supplied as if giving an explanation. “I could hold you forever.”

Again, Cherry’s face flushed, his ears burning. “Ugh, just shut up and put me on the damn bike.”

Joe laughed and Cherry spent the entire ride with his face pressed up against the other’s broad back.

They were drinking after hours. Joe had brought out the good wine. Cherry’s favorite. It had been a very busy week and it felt good to just...relax.

“Hey,” Joe said suddenly, his cheeks rosy. “Remember that time you totally ate it on that corner?” His eyes were shining. “Before you had Carla all…” He gestured vaguely with his hand. “Perfected or whatever.” 

Yes. Cherry did remember. “I didn’t ‘totally eat it’,” Cherry mimicked, his face growing warmer. “It was a simple miscalculation. And that was years ago.” He took another sip from his glass. “Besides, you’ve ‘eaten it,’” he used his term, “Far more often than I have.”

Joe narrowed his eyes, but he was still smiling. “Maybe so.” He lifted his glass to his lips, but missed his mouth. “Oops.” He wiped his chin with the back of his hand, the animal. “Guess that’s enough for me.” 

“Hmm…” Cherry hummed in agreement. 

“Wanna go upstairs?” Joe was suddenly right beside him, his lips brushing against Cherry’s ear as he spoke.

Cherry didn’t answer, his heart hammering in his chest at their sudden close proximity. Blame it on the wine. Instead, he posed a question of his own. “What made you think of that all of a sudden?” he asked and when Joe cocked his head to the side in confusion, he clarified, “Me ‘eating it,’ as you so eloquently put it.”

“Oh.” Joe scratched his cheek and gave a sheepish little grin. “I was just thinking, I could probably still carry you now.” He lowered his hand. “Actually, it’ll probably be a lot easier, since I’m much stronger than back then.”

Cherry gave that some thought. It was probably unwise to let a tipsy Joe carry him up the stairs. But Cherry had downed a few more glasses than Joe had and he wasn’t sure his legs could carry him. And it was only seventeen steps. And Joe was strong…

Without his permission, Cherry’s gaze lowered to Joe’s chest, barely concealed by the button-up shirt. Were those buttons for show? Did he not know how to close them all properly? 

“Kaoru?” Joe’s voice broke Cherry from his thoughts. “I can’t let you drive home.” 

Again Cherry hummed and then bobbed his head. “I bet you can’t,” he challenged.

“Bet I can’t…? Let you drive?” Joe furrowed his brow.

“Carry me,” Cherry corrected, his head fuzzy and warm. How many glasses had he…? Or maybe it was just having Joe so damn close. “I bet you can’t carry me. I’ve gained several kilos since then.”

At that, Joe grinned, his eyes flashing. “Oh yeah?” he asked, sneaking an arm under Cherry’s knees and using the other to support his back. “So have I.” He lifted him up like he weighed nothing. “See?” he teased. “Light as a feather.”

The flush on Cherry’s face spread down his neck to his chest and he burrowed into Joe’s shoulder to hide it. “Let’s just go upstairs,” he mumbled against the fabric of Joe’s shirt, warmed by his skin. “Before you drop me.”

Joe chuckled, the sound reverberating in his chest. “Please, Kaoru.” His voice softened. “I could hold you forever.”

And Cherry couldn’t ignore the way his pulse jumped at that. Stupid gorilla.

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[joey-burrow]

Masterlist

Players I Write For

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ꨄ - headcannons/drabble

NFL:

Joe Burrow

Jealous

Knee Surgery

First Loss As A Rookie

Cooking For Him For The First Time

How You Meet

Recovery

The Best Dad ꨄ

Pregnancy ꨄ

Sam Hubbard

Marry me

Thinking of you *

Joey Bosa

Jealousy *

Honeymoon *

Nick Bosa

Super Bowl

Chase Young

Marry Me? ꨄ

Before the Game * ꨄ

Face Riding * ꨄ

Foster Moreau

Locker Room *

Justin Herbert

Pleasure *

Christmas Day

Justin Fields

Pregame Shenanigans *

Marry Me? ꨄ

Friends to Lovers ꨄ

Baby Daddy ꨄ

Comforting Him After The Game * ꨄ

Virgin *

Sugar Bowl

MLB:

Aaron Judge

Lovin’ On You

Bad Game *

Baby Judge ꨄ

Giancarlo Stanton

Gio Urshela

Friends to Lovers

Cody Bellinger

Beard Burn * ꨄ

Tyler Wade

[bohrapbois]

The Mazzellos

A collab between me and @heybuddy-drabbles​

Joe was a simple guy. He just wanted to get his degree, have a good job and settle down with a dog and maybe some kids. But when your family is the biggest Mafia Family in New York, it ain't that easy. So when he falls head over heels for a certain blond, he drags him in to a massive mess with only one form of escape. Death.

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CHAPTER 1 PREVIEW

Joe walked through campus with his bag pulled up high on his back, thrown over one shoulder as the ratty material kept one section of his back warm. It was the middle of butt-fuck winter, snow and ice were everywhere, and Joe had to keep his attention sharp as not to slip over.

It was first week back after the Christmas holidays, and he was happy to be back to normality. With the scarf his sister got him wrapped tightly, pulled up over his nose to protect his skin from the winter winds, he dodged other students as they slid around the badly gritted pathways. There were small spaces here and there which were safe to stand on, but other students stood on them and watched everyone else suffer. Joe walked past one of these spots and glared at the people standing there, gaining eye contact with one of the girls. She smirked when he lost his stepping, and actually burst out laughing when he had to steady himself on a bench. He hated New Yorkers, although he was one as well.

But he had to go through, needed to meet his tutor for one of his assignments because frankly, Joe had no idea what he was being asked to do. And although he should’ve really started this assignment awhile back, he had been otherwise occupied, so with a week and a bit left, he thought he still had enough time to pull something semi-decent out his ass. So, hands burrowed deep in pockets looking for a shred of warmth, Joe ducked his head and continued on. And it wasn’t long until he came through the double automatic doors to the building that holds his tutors office. Knocking off the snow from his boots by the entrance as he pulled down his scarf, Joe started his way towards the lifts, but noticed the ‘out of order’ sign taped to the front. He actually groaned out loud, stomping his feet in some childish tantrum before turning to his right and making his way up five flights of stairs.

At the top, he had to pause, hands on knees as he regained control of his lungs. He waves of the concerned looks of his peers, forcing a reassuring smile to the ones coming close before he manages to get the right amount of oxygen back in his body and set off down the familiar corridors, turning this way and that way before finding the one he found. Knocking three times, Joe opened the door. He knew Mr.Lee pretty well, would class them as friends really, so knew his office hours and doubted that anyone else would be in here. But what was shocking was the fact that Mr.Lee wasn’t alone. Leaning back in one of the chairs was the most gorgeous guy Joe had ever seen, and he was only able to really see the guys profile.

[gwil-lee]

roses are red, violets are blue, I may bleed out, but I still love you

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Reader

Words: 3.2k

AN: Look, this was supposed to be just a little sweet, funny drabble for Valentine’s Day, but yeah, apparently it’s a one-shot now. I regret nothing. Comments are appreciated <3

Warnings: swearing, slightly implied smut

Joe was acting… well, weird. Or rather weirder than usual. You were not sure what was happening. He made you your favourite breakfast, he even had managed to get fresh raspberries and blueberries to go with the pancakes, and he brewed your favourite tea. And this time he even had left the bag in for as long as the instructions on the box required, which was the first time, since he usually got distracted when making tea and the drink turned bitter. The whole morning, Joe was fussing about everything you did. He asked you several times how well you had slept, and whether you had had a nice dream or not. He asked you about your plans for the day, when you were going to come back from work and whether you were going to do anything specific tonight. Your answers were wary, still not sure where he was going with the inquiries. You had slept well, and you were pretty sure that you had dreamed of something but couldn’t for the love of God remember what it had been about. You should be back around five p.m., and no, there were no plans for tonight. He just nodded his head, muttered a quick, “good, good,” and asked another question. You were usually enjoying his attention but the sudden preoccupation with your person seemed too much.

He also kept touching you, but the touches were very innocent – a little caress on your hand, a gentle brush of his fingers on your hip, a little pat on your shoulder – although that one was a bit awkward. It happened when you reached to the top shelf in your kitchen to grab a lunchbox just as Joe pulled out two cups, and he bumped into you. He pulled you to his side to stop your movement, since he’d thrown you off balance. He looked down at your lips but let go of you immediately. You stared at him for a moment, a bit dumbfounded by his odd behaviour, but he just smiled and patted your shoulder. Patted your shoulder? What the hell! Why? You gaped at him some more and he left you standing there with your mouth open, moving to the kitchen bar with his tea. Eventually, you sat down next to him. Why was he like this? Even when your napkin fell down on the floor, he rushed to pick it up for you as if you were not perfectly capable of doing that yourself.

When you finished the meal, packed your things up and said your goodbyes, you went to kiss him on the lips, but he turned his head at the last moment, and your lips pecked his cheek instead. “See you in the afternoon,” he said, ushering you out, and the door closed behind you. You started walking but soon stopped in your tracks to gather your thoughts. He had been sending you mixed signals the whole time, and it had left you utterly confused. One the one hand, he had been very attentive, with the breakfast and the seemingly accidental touches, but on the other hand, he had not kissed you. Why, though? Had you done or said something wrong? Had he done or said something wrong?

You turned back on your heel, wanting to stride right back in and ask him what the hell was happening, but then decided against it. It was Joe. Sometimes, his actions just lacked any reasonable explanation. Who knew what was happening in the head of his. But to be honest, that was one of the reasons why you had fallen in love with him in the first place. He kept surprising you, sometimes doing the craziest things that no one would have thought of. But usually, it brought you amusement and not confusion as it had that morning. You were running late to work anyway, no need to infuriate your boss some more. You raced down the stairs of the apartment block, outside into the morning winter cold. Wrapping yourself up in your coat, you resolved to talk with Joe in the afternoon. Puffs of air leaving your lips, you burrowed further into your scarf and caught a taxi.

With your nose in your phone, trying to deal with work emails, you entered the office. As soon as you opened the door, you noticed that the chatter of your co-workers was much louder than usual, and you raised your eyes from the screen of your phone. You were surprised by the avalanche of pink and red paper hearts and balloons, your colleagues milling around the office as if there was no work to be done, and you thought it might be “Love Is All Around Me” coming from the radio.

“Happy Valentine’s Day!” your friend and colleague Tina rushed to you and gave you a hug and a peck on your cheek.

“Hi,” you said and absentmindedly rose on your tiptoes to return the embrace, not paying much attention to her words. “What’s going on?” you asked a bit stupidly, considering the decoration.

“Halloween, can’t you tell?” she mocked you and burst into laughter. “Are you deaf? It’s Valentine’s Day!”

Wait, what? When had that happened? Wasn’t Christmas just a few weeks ago? You had never paid way too much attention to this pseudo-holiday, anyway. Just an ordinary day in the calendar that only reminded single people that they were alone. No, thank you. And you shared this attitude with Joe, since a few women had broken his heart already and he loathed this day just as much as you did. When you had started dating you agreed that you both were not the kind of people who celebrate Valentine’s Day. No gifts, no special acts of affection, only an evening and night spent in each other’s company just like any other day. Wait, had he been acting so weirdly because of Valentine’s Day? The breakfast would suggest so, but why hadn’t he said something? And anyway, you were not supposed to celebrate anything, you had agreed on it! Had something changed? Not that you would complain about the breakfast, not at all, it was delicious and sweet from Joe. Just right now, you were not sure whether you were supposed to do something as well.

The morning in the office was quite uneventful, since nobody seemed to do their work, although your boss strode into the open-plan office a few times, glared at all the workers sharply and returned to her personal office. After that, the chatter turned into a murmur of hushed voices, but a few minutes later, everyone forgot about that silent reprimand and kept talking about the dates and the presents they had bought for their loved ones. People chatted, your friend called your name a few times to show you a funny picture that she had found online, since she sensed your pensive mood and tried to cheer you up. You returned the favour every time the work became extremely dull and you needed a break. But today, you were not enjoying these little moments with your best friend as much as usual. You kept thinking about Joe and his plans for the evening. Maybe you could pop into Forbidden Planet and buy him a sweatshirt (and probably one for yourself as well while you were at it).

When it was time for a lunch break you dived into your bag and scrabbled around, but no lunchbox was there. Shoot. You must have left it at home, probably when the weird incident at the kitchen counter happened. God, why had he patted your shoulder? And you were looking forward to the pasta that you had made the day before. Crap, now your mood was even worse. Although… maybe you could dash back home, your flat was not that far, eat the lunch and talk to Joe. There was no need to fret over everything till five, when you could deal with it now. It was not as if something big would happen here anyway.

You gathered your things and knocked on Tina’s desk. “If someone was looking for me, just tell them I have something I need to take care of and will be back any moment. And call me, so I can rush back here, okay?” you said and blew an air kiss in her direction. “See you, sweetie!” You ran to the door, quickly called “Happy Valentine’s Day” over your shoulder and disappeared in the lift.

On your way home, you pondered the things you wanted to say to Joe. The last year and a half had been the happiest time of your life and you were immensely grateful that you could spend it with him by your side. You shared all the ups and downs, always supporting each other and providing a shoulder to cry on if needed. And if he had decided that it was not a bad idea to celebrate your love on this very arbitrary day, you would actually have nothing against it. You wanted to make clear that you were not prepared for any grand gestures though, maybe a nice dinner out, or you could go to the cinema, but nothing posh and expensive. You also intended to pester him for behaving so oddly in the morning and playing Mr. Mysterious Guy when he could come clean and just tell you what was happening.

Rummaging in your bag for keys, you let out a tiny squeal of victory when your fingers touched the cold metal. You opened the door and immediately gasped and stopped in your tracks, not believing your eyes.

The floor of the hallway was covered in dark red rose petals. They were everywhere, just gently lying there, a few of them rising above the floor due to a little whiff of air caused by your opening the door. The petal trail disappeared behind the corner where the hallway turned left to your bedroom. You followed the trail, your eyes filling with tears. You were touched and couldn’t help yourself. But when you turned the corner, the trail stopped in the middle of the hallway, and at its very end there was a bouquet of roses unceremoniously dumped on the floor. That was when you heard the string of profanities coming from the bathroom. “Shit, fuck, fuck, oh, for God’s sake, fuck,” with the last vowel much longer than the preceding ones.

You dashed to the bathroom and flung the door open, frightened that something awful had happened. Joe, still in his pyjamas, was sitting at the edge of the bath, his legs slung over and one of his foot held in his hands as he inspected it closely, curse words leaving his lips. “Joe?” you breathed out, “Are you alright?” You crossed the room in an instant and kneeled right next to him, attempting to get a glimpse of what he was intently looking at.

“No, I’m not. I’m an idiot and now I’m going to die,” he deadpanned and shook his head. “Why such things happen to the best of us?”

“What is it, what happened?” Your voice was getting higher and more urgent, as you were still freaking out a bit.

“I dropped one of the roses and I fucking stepped on it and now I’m bleeding!” he exclaimed and tossed his arms around himself as if asking the world for another blow.

You could finally see his foot and started laughing. There was a small wound on the sole of his foot with a few droplets of blood around it, but that was all.      

“This is not funny, I’ve lost great amounts of blood and now I may die!!” he screamed dramatically which only resulted in another burst of laughter on your side. You could tell he wasn’t serious as the corners of his lips betrayed him, slowly turning up. “Stop it!” he said, the smile in his voice evident now as he watched you clutch your stomach, still shaking with laughter. “You know, as my girlfriend, you could show a bit of sympathy for your old man.”

“Ohhh,” you cooed and raised your hand to play with his hair. “Sorry, babe. Should I take care of you and treat your deadly wound?”

Joe paid no attention to your mocking and answered with a smile, “Yes, please, that would be lovely.”

You just chuckled and shook your head and moved to the mirror cabinet, opening it in a search of a plaster. You moved a few bottles of pills, but eventually found what you were looking for. What captured your eyes though was something different and you smiled mischievously. You grabbed the can and returned to Joe.

“I must clean it first,” you said with all the seriousness you could gather when a flash of horror crossed Joe’s eyes.

“It’s not that bad,” he said and instinctively moved farther away from the disinfectant in your hand.

Although it was fun to ‘torture’ him like that, you knew that it actually should be done, all jokes aside. “Come on, Joe, we don’t know what kind of chemicals the roses could have been sprayed with.”

He nodded his head in defeat, straightened his back, allowing you to get to his foot, and scrunched up his face in preparation of what was to come. You gently grasped his foot and pointed the spray can in the right direction. Joe screamed and you jumped, almost dropping the disinfectant down on his foot. “Damn it, Joe, I haven’t started yet!”

“Sorry, sorry! Just a reflex. I’ll be good, I promise,” he said sincerely and squeezed his eyes shut.

You gave him one last look, which was a mixture of disbelief and amusement, and pressed down the pump. You could see him jerk a bit while biting down on his bottom lip.

“All good,” you announced after a little while as you cleaned the wound, put a plaster on it and gently ran your fingers over it to get rid of some unwanted wrinkles, making sure that the plaster would not come unstuck and fall down.

“Will you kiss it better?” He made puppy eyes and hopefully looked at you.

“I’m not kissing your foot, Mazzello!” you exclaimed, and he pouted. Instead, you pulled his head to you and placed a small kiss on the tip of his nose. “Better?”

“In a minute,” he answered and pressed his lips to yours, kissing you until you were both breathless. He then rested his forehead against yours and took a deep breath. “Happy Valentine’s Day?”

“About that,” you warily started. “Are you going to tell me what had gotten into you? I mean, I appreciate it – the breakfast and flowers, but I thought we didn’t celebrate Valentine’s Day.”

He clicked his tongue and put his legs over the bath to stand up. “Yeah, I thought so, too. But I don’t know, I was thinking about it all the time, and well, I just wanted to make you happy, I guess, ‘cause celebrating Valentine’s Day? With you, it just feels right, you know?”

You were silent for a while, taking it all in. “But why keeping it a secret and not telling me something? And you were being so weird in the morning.” You remembered the awkwardness and had to ask. “Love, you patted my shoulder. Why did you pat my shoulder?”

“You noticed, huh?” Joe sheepishly smiled at you and headed to your bedroom. As he put his whole weight on the injured foot, he let out a quiet “fuck.” You followed him, watching him hobble cautiously around the flowers that were still lying on the hallway floor. “You know, I had this plan,” he finally said and sat down on the bed while you leaned against the doorframe. “A lovely meal, good company – that would be me,” he pointed at himself with his thumbs, “then letting you go to work and prepare everything. Flowers, rom-coms for the evening, your favourite food – which reminds I still haven’t called the restaurant, remind me to do it, please – romantic music, I even bought you Funko Pop Princess Leia! And yeah, I also bought Han for me, but that’s not important.” You let him ramble on, a small smile gradually spreading across your face. “I wanted to be attentive, but also a gentleman. But all I could think of was you and how I would like to show you how much I love you right there, probably on that kitchen counter, even though I still didn’t know where to buy all the things and not much time was left. If I kissed you, I would totally lose it. So yeah, I patted your shoulder. Trust me, even I was surprised,” he huffed and tried to carefully lie down. “I couldn’t concentrate! And you weren’t helping either, you know,” he added matter-of-factly.

“Oh, I wasn’t?” You raised your eyebrow and smirked.

“Nope, you little minx,” he gave you a cheeky smile. “Parading around in that bathrobe of yours. Do you realise that it’s sinfully short? How am I supposed to concentrate on anything?!” You pulled yourself up from the doorframe and moved to close the distance between you. The bed dipped a bit as you sat down right next to him and pushed his hair from his face. He smiled at you, but suddenly gave you a look of confusion.

“Wait, aren’t you supposed to be at work? What are you even doing here, young lady?”

You laughed at his attempt to mimic your mother and explained the whole situation happening in work and the fact that you had forgotten your lunch. “And don’t try to change the subject, I can see right through you!” you grinned at him. You tried to lighten up the mood, but you knew there was something you needed to say.

“Thank you, Joe, for all of this. I know it probably didn’t go the way you had planned, but I appreciate it, I truly do. And,” you took a deep breath and closed your eyes, “I can’t imagine my life without you.” You waited for his answer, but he was silent. You opened your eyes and saw that his eyes were a bit glossier than usual. He raised your hand to his lips and placed a most delicate kiss on the back of your hand.

You cleared your throat. “I still have some time before I need to head back to work. If they need me, they’ll give me a call. You hungry?” you asked, already standing up, when Joe grabbed your wrist.

“Yes, I am. Very,” he said and pulled you to him. His kisses were gentle at first, full of love and affection that he held for you. Soon enough though, he deepened them and dragged you down to fully lie on the bed next to him. He moved on top of you but the moment he did so, he hissed and loudly exclaimed, “Fuck, my foot, damn it.”

He screwed up his face in pain, rolled back on his side and clutched his foot, almost throwing you down of the bed in the process.

“Stop, stop, honey,” you said and made him let go of his foot, calming him down by placing your hand on his chest, feeling his heart beating. “Let me take care of you,” you whispered and gently pushed him to lie on his back as you leaned over him.

“God, I love you so much.” He caressed your cheeks and kissed you slowly.

“I love you, too, Joe,” you said when you stopped to take a breath and you wholeheartedly smiled. "Happy Valentine’s Day.”