a/n: i cant get over the tiktok lili made for her movie i probably should though because this trend makes me feel so single... sigh😔
it had been one of those nights that reminded you why you loved double dates so much—the easy rhythm, the laughter spilling into shared glances, the way conversation jumped from playful to serious to silly without missing a beat. you, joe, your best friend, and her boyfriend had tucked yourselves into a cozy booth, lingering long past when the plates were cleared. joe had leaned into you all evening, whispering little asides that left you biting down on your lip to stop a smile from escaping. his eyes darted over your face like he couldn’t decide what part of you deserved his attention most, gaze flicking from your eyes to your mouth to the curve of your grin.
by dessert, you swore you couldn’t take another bite, but joe still slid his fork toward you, grin soft and teasing, and you gave in. your best friend groaned about how “disgustingly cute” you two were, and joe only shook his head, his eyes crinkling tighter as he tried—and failed—to stifle the smile you always drew out of him.
when you finally spilled out onto the sidewalk, the city hummed with low nighttime energy. your bestie and her boyfriend walked ahead, their laughter echoing, while joe’s hand slipped into yours. he pulled you slightly closer to him, thumb brushing along your knuckles, and tilted his head toward the sky. the moon hung pale and perfect above you, but his gaze was fixed on you instead., when you pointed towards the moon and how "pretty it looked," all he could do was continue to stare at you. “you’re prettier than the moon,” he murmured, and though you rolled your eyes at the cheesiness, your heart kicked at your ribs.
“cheesy” you teased, and he bit down on his lip, eyes squinted tighter, as if holding his grin in place. but still, his gaze stayed glued to you.
as you neared the parking lot, your best friend came next to you and tugged at your sleeve, pulling up a video on her phone. it was that tiktok trend—couples walking next to each other before the guy scooped the girl up with one arm like it was nothing. you laughed, nudging joe. “think you could do that?”
he glanced down at you, brow arched, that restrained smile threatening to break free. “yeah.”
“really?” you challenged, grin tugging at your lips.
he didn’t elaborate—just gave your best friend a small nod. she was already pulling her phone up, giddy, whispering, “okay, walk a few steps first.”
so you did. joe’s hand brushing yours, both of you taking a few easy strides down the quiet sidewalk. the sound of your heels tapped against the pavement, your arm brushing his as you leaned into him. and then—without breaking stride—he shifted.
your arm went naturally to the back of his neck, anchoring yourself there, fingers brushing the hairs at his nape. his outside arm slid smoothly beneath your legs, just right under your butt, bending once, and then in one clean motion, he lifted.
you gasped, a startled laugh tumbling from your lips as your heels left the ground, your whole body tilting up into the night sky. his arm bore your weight with stunning ease, the strength in him steady and sure, as though you weighed nothing at all. your dress swished with the movement, your head tipping back before you pressed yourself closer against him, clinging to his neck for balance.
joe’s eyes never left you. they darted across your face, your wide smile, your flushed cheeks, your parted lips—like he was trying to memorize it all but couldn’t pick just one place to rest. you teased him, whispering breathlessly, “show off,” and he bit down hard, fighting the grin, his eyes squinted tighter than usual. but the smile still broke through, soft and full, right before he turned his head to press an unhurried kiss to your cheek, again, again, and again, as though he couldn’t get enough.
your bestie’s delighted laughter carried over the sound of the city, but for you, the world had narrowed to just this—joe carrying you with in his arms (or arm), steady and unshaken, his eyes glued to you like nothing else existed, like nothing else mattered but the joe you got out of him doing this simple let tiktok trend.
he kept walking, slow and sure, carrying you all the way to the car as if you were the lightest, most precious thing in the world. because to him, you were.
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caption: 💕
audio: beyoncé – all night
your comments:
ilovethecolorpink: the kiss on the cheek mid-carry… i just threw my phone across the room.
user123209:
ilovecats: need me a joe burrow immediately. universe please hurry up.
uhhh tbh never written blurbs or anything like that before! so if this is bad, i apologize ^^ but i saw a post about shotgunning with cigar!joe and thought i’d write about it. hope you enjoy! also yes, this is set in an alternate reality where the bengals won the superbowl.
word count: 1.1k
warnings: cigar!joe, shy!reader, smoking (obviously), suggestive, cut off smut (allusions to it as well), MDNI, exhibition if you squint?, joe praising the reader, joe likes ass…that’s about it! + a small tee and ja’marr cameo.
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the team did it. they won the super bowl.
as the players piled into the locker room, traces of orange and white confetti fell from their shoulders, and their spirits were high. finally, the hard work of this season had paid off.
the boys had all taken showers before coming back out into the main area, where food was brought in, as well as some drinks, and…cigars. you knew that after any major achievement (and winning the superbowl is no small feat), joe liked to smoke a cigar. and holy hell, did he look absolutely hot while doing it.
you walked into the locker room, having been guided by a few escorts. when joe’s eyes landed on you, he smiled, a big one; he always smiled when it came to you. you were a source of happiness and support for him, and he knew that you were his biggest cheerleader. he’d never take your love for him for granted. plus, you looked cute, sporting some bengals merch and having your makeup on.
“hey, baby,” he greeted you sweetly, holding his arm out for you. without hesitation, you jog up to him, giving him a tight hug. he chuckled, his chest rumbling slightly as he does. “thanks for coming, love.”
with a warm smile, you look up at him as his hand caressed your waist sweetly. “of course, hun. i wouldn’t miss this for the world,” you murmur gently. and that was true; even in your own busy life, you made time for joe and his achievements.
joe sits on a nearby bench, gently holding your hand and guiding you onto his lap. you watched as he lit up a cigar that had been passed to him by a teammate. he inhaled, taking a drag of the cigar before exhaling and holding it between his fingers. the way his chest would rise and fall, especially in that tight black shirt…it sent shivers throughout your body. you thought it was the most attractive thing ever, but of course, you were a bit too shy to say that.
you weren’t too shy to stare, that’s for sure. you couldn’t help but watch as joe laughed and interacted with his teammates. his occasional smirk as he took a drag of the cigar. he’s an attractive man; he’s always kind of known that. and he knows you like it.
“you know…you’re not slick with your staring, babe,” joe snickered, raising an eyebrow as he saw your sheepish, but attractive gaze. he placed his fingers on your chin, looking deeply into your eyes. his lips wrap around the cigar and he inhales, his stare trailing over all the features on your face; your (insert color here) eyes, slightly flushed cheeks, and your supple lips.
before he exhales, he pulls the cigar away, leaning in and pressing his lips against yours softly. as he kisses you, smoke fills your mouth. it’s a foreign feeling, causing you to gasp slightly at the warm air. nonetheless, you inhale, your arms wrapping around his shoulders.
as he pulled away, his voice was a slight purr, his hand around you moving down toward your ass. “you’re such a sweet girl, hm?” he hums, his grip on you slightly tightening as he speaks. “so beautiful and loving.”
as joe held your chin, his thumb delicately swiped across your plush bottom lip. “come on, pretty girl,” he coaxed, feeling the softness of the skin under the pad of his thumb.
“open your mouth.”
you nod, looking up at him and parting your lips. after all, when he spoke oh-so-sweetly despite his sensual gaze, it’s easy to want to please him.
“good girl,” he praised, still gently rubbing your lip. slowly, he brings the cigar to your lips, his gaze meeting yours. god. it was something about the way your eyes would peer up at his. the innocent shine to them and how they showed the fact that you were hopelessly devoted to him. only him. if he were to say it didn’t turn him on beyond belief, he’d be absolutely lying.
“inhale,” he guided, gently caressing your cheek as you did what he asked. he knew this was a bit new for you after all. “that’s it princess, you can take it,” he continued to murmur, the husk in his voice ultimately covering your skin with goosebumps. it’s attractive.
after you finish inhaling the cigar smoke, joe grins, desire flicking over him as he leans in and kisses you, causing you to exhale the smoke into his mouth. a satisfied groan escapes him as his hand moves back down to your rear, gripping it. your lips against his was enough to drive him insane, and the stimulation added with the cigar smoke increased all his feelings tenfold.
“so good and sweet for me,” he mumbles as he pulls away for a moment, taking one final drag of his cigar before putting it out on a nearby tray. both of his muscular arms pulled you closer, your hips pressing against his. you could feel just how aroused he was, his hard-on pressing against your thigh. “you look so fucking good, y/n,” he groaned, kissing you once again, smoke flooding from his mouth into yours.
his hands sought refuge on your waist, just under your shirt. your tongues gently but wantonly moved against each other, faint gasps and moans leaving your lips. it was basically as if time stood still, despite the bustling of a few others around. but, they didn’t question it. after all, they figured that joe needed to get laid anyway. he deserved it.
“fuck, joe…” you gasped, cheeks flushed and lips swollen from the rough kissing.
“was that an invitation? after all,” joe tilted his head, his hand moving up your body and gently cupping your breast, “i think i deserve a reward for an awesome super bowl win.”
you nod, a flustered but eager smile on your lips. “yeah…you do…” you pant out softly.
“great. now lets get some privacy. unless you want the others to hear you screaming my name?” joe teased.
“absolutely not.”
with that, joe stood up effortlessly, with you in his arms as he walked off. he couldn’t wait to celebrate with his good girl.
meanwhile…
ja’marr and tee were leaning back, snacking on the food provided as they watched you and joe head out.
“how long do you think they’ll be goin' at it?” ja’marr asked, popping a grape into his mouth.
“shit…knowing the season we’ve had…probably until the sunrise,” tee laughed, shaking his head, “but good for them. more material for us to clown joe with later.”
ja’marr chuckled, bumping tee’s fist. “you’re right about that.”
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whew!!! like i said, this is my first time writing and publishing something like this on tumblr. but i hope it was a fun read! it was a fun write :]]]
description: while taking a bath with joe, you made an important discovery. he has stretch marks! (i wrote this after discovering that joe has stretch marks 🥹 he’s so lovely)
word count: 708
warnings: fluff, sharing a bath, joe is kind of touched deprived.
it had been a busy day for both you and joe. you had some work you had to get done, and joe had practice. there really wasn’t anything the both of you wanted more than to enjoy a relaxing bath and chat about your day together.
the both of you liked to call it your “nightly debriefing”. joe would talk about how practice went and any funny moments, while you shared some gossip and what your day was like at work.
joe started the water, running his hands beneath the rapid stream to check it’s temperature for the both of you. one the temperature was what you both desired, he put in the stopper, letting you add the body soap. you opted for a warm vanilla scent, compared to lavender.
the both of you stepped into the tub once the water finished filling it up, sinking into the warm, soapy water. joe looked at you fondly, shuffling over to you a bit.
“y/n, babe,” he asks, looking at you with a slight pleading look, “could you massage my back, please?”
“of course, joey.” you answered, nodding and beckoning joe to come closer and turn around.
when he does, your delicate hands run over his frame, kneading and working out any knots. a soft grin formed onto your lips as you heard him relax; he was always one of the most hardest working people you’ve ever known, and he deserved to have time to be calm and not feel stressed.
as you continue massaging him, you stop, a faint gasp escaping your lips.
joe had stretch marks. the most beautiful ones you’d ever seen, really. all of the lines on his back and shoulders stood out against his skin, soft and uneven, like ripples in sand after a wave. you figured they were from him working out a lot and bulking up quickly.
“what…?” joe questioned, noticing your gasp and the pause in your movement.
“you…you have stretch marks…” you murmured fondly.
joe chuckled, the sound rumbling his body a bit underneath your hands. “yeah, i do. it’s no biggie,” he shrugs, relaxing as you begin massaging him again, “when you gain muscle really quickly, that kind of thing tends to happen.”
you smiled, nodding as a soft hum came from you. your hands drew gentle circles around the scars as you stared at them lovingly. they’re so beautiful. he’s beautiful. you loved every single inch of joe, and the fact that he had stretch marks made him imperfectly perfect.
“they’re cute,” you cooed softly, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss onto his shoulder where the marks were, “they’re like…tiger stripes,” you giggled as you traced over the marks with your finger softly.
“tiger stripes, huh?” joe laughed, partially due to the ticklish sensation of your finger, and your words, “what, so i’m a tiger now?”
“mhm,” you agreed, continuing to pepper his shoulders and back in kisses. you pulled back for a moment, taking a warm look at his skin and making it your mission to commit it to memory, “you’re big, strong, kind of intimidating, and beautiful.”
joe shook his head at your words, sighing as you continued massaging his body. you always praised joe, both for his skills and physical traits. he found it sweet; he could have the most mundane mole or scar, and you treated it like a piece of art.
he leaned into your touch, his eyes fluttering shut for a small moment in relaxation. with a smile, leans back, putting a decent bit of weight on you, but not too much; he didn’t want to crush you.
you could tell he was feeling a bit touch deprived, but you didn’t mind. it was easy for you to tell that he was having a moment where he just wanted to be held. so, you leaned back against the tub, wrapping your arms around him with a smile.
“y/n?” joe asked, opening his eyes as he felt you rest your head onto his shoulder.
you perk up a little, “mhm?” you ask, looking at him warmly.
“i love you.” he sighed.
with a softened gaze, you run a thumb against his scarred skin with admiration and profound care.
