#nfl fan fiction

[jordyn14]

can you please write jealousy joe??? I would love to see that 😁😁

Pairing: Joe x fem first person

Words: 2,020

Notes: I’m loving these requests, please keep sending them in! I hope you enjoy!! <3

Taglist: @wickedfun9

I reached forwards and grabbed the alcoholic drink I’ve been sipping on periodically while laughing and having a great time with some friends. Like every night after the Bengals first win of the season, Joe, my best friend and her husband, and me all go to our favorite bar in Cincinnati to celebrate the win, and today wasn’t any different.

The bengals first game of the season which was a home game was pretty much a shutout. Joe threw for over 400 yards and threw for 4 touchdowns, 3 of which were to ja’marr chase. It was everything we could’ve hoped for the first game of the season, so in celebration, we all came to this bar in the quieter part of Cincinnati.

We all sat at a small table in the back together while Joes hand rested on my thigh, squeezing and trailing his hand up and down it periodically, which sent shivers down my spine. As I sipped my drink, I got to the very end of it and then set it down on the table. “Alright, I’m going for another drink run. Anyone need anything else?” I asked the 3 other people at the table who were still laughing at something Joe said a few seconds ago.

From next to me, Joe patted my thigh. I looked over to him with a flustered smile on my face, the alcohol somewhat taking an effect. Damn, I was a lightweight. “I’m good, baby, but thank you.” Joe said and leaned over to me and placed a kiss on my cheek. My face flushed red and I looked over to my best friend, Serena, and her husband jonny. I let out a little giggle as Joe slid his hand up my skirt jokingly, knowing how it affected me. Once I contained myself, I cleared my throat and waited until they both said they could use another drink before I walked away.

As I walked away, I could feel Joe’s stare on me the entire time. Ever since we first met at LSU when he transferred, I was totally taken aback by him. The first thing that drew me in were his looks. Those locks that fell onto his forehead and those bright blue eyes. His body wasn’t bad either. What made me stay was his personality. Before I met Joe, I didn’t know a man could be so amazing, inside and out. I mean we’re talking about a nerdy, Lego and SpongeBob loving, funny, kind, thoughtful man. What more could a girl ask for?

When I got to the bar, I found a place to squeeze myself in and placed myself between two people. After a few seconds, the bartender walked over to me so I put in all of our drink orders and started to sing along to the music quietly, wanting the time to pass quicker. “Oh my gosh…is that really you?” A familiar voice asked from next to me. I raised an eyebrow and looked over to the man before my mouth practically dropped open. “Luke? What the hell are you doing here?” I asked in a shocked tone and instantly wrapped my arms around him. The both of us just laughed, shocked to see one another.

Back at LSU, Luke and I used to hang out pretty frequently. It was never anything more than two friends getting together, getting high, or getting drunk-even studying in some rare cases. Our little friend group consisted of me, Luke, anna who was Luke’s girlfriend, and Serena, my best friend. But, since Luke was 2 years older than me, by the time Joe came along Luke had graduated, which means I never got to introduce Joe to him and the friend group kind of broke up and became Serena, me, Joe, Ja’marr chase, and Justin Jefferson.

“Since Anna grew up here, we decided to move back. What are you doing here?” He asked me as we pulled away. “I followed my boyfriend here after college. When I get my drinks you’ll have to come meet him, he transferred right after you left.” I told him. After hesitating for a few seconds, he nodded and flashed me a smile. “Yeah, I definitely will have to meet him. So how have you been? How’s your writing going?” He asked me. “I’m good, writings been good too. I actually published my second book a few weeks ago. What about you? How has your business major been going?” I asked him with laugh, knowing back in college he had no idea what to do with it. “I actually didn’t do anything with it. I’m a police officer how. I love that I found out what I was passionate about after I spent thousands of dollars on college.” He laughed. I laughed and grabbed the drinks the bartender set down in front of me as was about to invite Luke over to our table so Joe could meet him.

All of a sudden, I felt a hand slide around my waist and looked to the side to see Joe practically hovering over me and Luke, who was shorter than me. I couldn’t help but notice the angry expression on Joe’s face and how he was clenching his jaw. I was about to open my mouth to introduce them but Joe spoke right over me. “Hey, I’m Joe, Her boyfriend. And you are?” Joe said abruptly, giving Luke a fake smile in the process. I looked up to Joe with a glare on my face at his rudeness and was about to say something yet again when Luke talked first. “Hey, Luke. It’s good to meet you, man.” Luke said and held out his hand for Joe to shake it.

Joe just glared down at his hand and then looked right back up at his face, not shaking his hand. “Excuse us, Luke. It was great seeing you again.” I said. I flashed Luke a smile before grabbing onto Joe’s arm and tried to pull him with me, but he wouldn’t budge. Why did he have to be so strong? I could feel his arm muscles as I gripped onto his bicep before I said, “Joe?” In a somewhat pissed off tone. I saw Joe look Luke up and down before grabbing two drinks in his hand while I grabbed the other one and started walking with me.

I scoffed a little bit and stopped walking before we got to the table so Serena and Jonny couldn’t hear us. I turned to face Joe as we both set our drinks on the nearest table. Joe was just looking down at me with a pissed look on his face. “What the hell was that, Joe?” I asked him. Joe looked like I was the stupid one before he gestured over to Luke and said, “What the hell was that?” I looked at him like I was missing something. What was his fucking deal? “Me catching up with a friend from LSU and you being a fucking dick before I was able to introduce the two of you, that’s what it’s called, Joe.” I said.

Joe just looked me up and down while biting his lip slightly and said, “I don’t care what it’s called. I don’t like the way he was looking at you. I’m your fucking boyfriend, not him.” I let out a small laugh and shook my head, taken aback. “What, do you not trust me now or something? When have I ever given you a reason to not trust me.” I practically spat at him, getting even more annoyed as we talked. Never in our time as a couple have I ever been unfaithful. “It’s him that I don’t trust. If you haven’t noticed, you’re the most gorgeous girl in this entire bar.” Joe said.

What reason would he have for not trusting Luke? Could he not see by the way I reacted that we were only friends who haven’t seen each other in a while? And anyways, he overreacted before he even got the whole story. I couldn’t help but laugh at him a little bit. “He has a fucking girlfriend, Joe. Why are you so jealous?” I asked him. “It doesn’t matter that he has a fucking girlfriend,” Joe said quickly and looked over at Luke before he looked even more pissed and gestured angrily over to him, “I mean look at the way he’s staring at your fucking ass right now.”

Without even looking at Luke, I scoffed while shaking my head at him and said, “you’re unreal.” Joe squinted down at me. “So now I’m not allowed to be pissed when a random man is drooling all over you?” He asked me. I put my hands on the top of my head for a few seconds before letting them slide off, shocked at how he was acting. “You are blowing this way out of proportion, Joseph. We were friends back at LSU.” I said. “Why, because I don’t want a man who used to be your friend flirting with my girlfriend and staring at her ass? You’re mine.” Joe said.

“Exactly, I’m yours. I’m yours and you are mine, so who the fuck cares that someone I was friends with a few years ago was flirting with me?” I asked him. Joe looked over in the direction of our table and grabbed my arm gently and moved us a few feet away. While he was moving me, I looked back at the table to see Serena and Jonny staring at us, knowing something was going on.

When we stopped, Joe looked right into my eyes. For the first time during this entire conversation, my face flushed red and I could feel myself getting turned on slightly. Why was this so hot right now? “I do. I care. I am the only one that should be flirting and looking at you like that.” Joe said. I tried my hardest to hide my smile because despite how much I was annoyed with him and his jealousy, he was really fucking hot.

After a few seconds, I couldn’t hide it any more and smiled up at him. Joe glared at me in confusion while butterflies flew around in my stomach. “You’re honestly pretty freaking hot when you’re jealous.” I said, my face heating up a little bit from the dirty thoughts in my head as I admired Joe and his pissed off state. Joe started to smirk a little bit but when he realize what he was doing, he cleared his throat and the smirk was gone just like that. “It’s not funny. Do you know how much I wanted to smash his fucking face into that bar?” Joe asked me. With a little glare, I wrapped my arms around his neck and tried to pull him closer, but he wouldn’t budge. So, I tried to go closer to him, but all he did was back up.

I stopped moving and then stuck out my bottom lip jokingly, knowing one of his weaknesses was when I looked sad. With an annoyed look on his face, he wrapped his arms around my waist, hating the effect I had on him. We both pulled each other in closer so I leaned forwards and kissed Joe’s lips. Not expecting it at first, Joe pulled back slightly and gazed into my eyes before smashing his lips against mine. Joe breathed in the kiss as I arched my back. Joe kissed me back hard and right before we pulled away, Joe bit my bottom lip gently. “Was he watching that?” I breathed out with a smile. Joe looked up at the bar past my head and then nodded with a small smile. “Good.” I said and turned around to look in the direction of the bar with our arms still around each other. My eyes caught Luke’s who immediately looked away with an embarrassed, awkward, and nervous look on his face. I looked away and to Joe while running my fingers through his hair. “Let him be the jealous one, I’m not going anywhere Joey. Ever.” I said.

[idyllicbarb]

Freak In You

description: your famous best friend wants to be more than friends

warnings: possessiveness, jealously, smut, cursing, drinking, daddy-name calling, dirty talk, etc

inspired by: tiktok

bolded = sentence prompt!

It’s not like the Bengals Quarterback to want a relationship at a critical time in his life. The Bengals are in route to head back to the Super Bowl, meaning Joe needs to stay more focus than ever. But then there’s you, it’s something about you that Joe says has some type of hold over him. It wasn’t suppose to be like this, the two of you are best friends, have been since fourth grade. As the years have came and went, Joe started developing a crush on you. You’re everything Joe wants in a woman, so he started to hate the thought of you with anybody else but him. Seeing you at a club with all the guys looking your way set him off.

He was standing with a group of his teammates, you happened to have come in with a group of your friends. You didn’t notice Joe at first but he noticed you, his jaw clenched seeing your outfit. Fashion to you is a big statement, so you always step out being the baddest bitch in the room. Joe loves it, but hates how much attention you get from other men. Anybody playing for the Bengals knows how much Joe wants you, he damn near talks about you all day everyday to his teammates.

“Ou, Joe’s girl here y’all.” Ja’Marr jokes and all of Joe’s teammates snicker as his face turns red.

One of your homegirls taps your shoulder, seeing how majority of the Bengals players were staring at you. Turning around you lock eyes with your best friend and smile while walking towards him, you didn’t pay no mind to Joe’s teammates moving back as you walked up to your best friend.

“Hi Joey, I’ve missed you!” You squeal before giving Joe a big hug, wrapping your arms around his neck as his arms hug your waist pulling you in closer to him. He loves the perfumes you wear, it gives Joe comfort whenever you come near him. If anybody was watching y’all, they would think you and Joe are a couple.

“I missed you too, beautiful.” Joe whispers in your ear making you giggle softly. You turn away from Joe, coming in contact with Ja’Marr and Tee looking in y’all direction with their cups in their hands. Joe groans making you laugh even though, you really don’t know why Joe and his teammates are acting like this. While looking into his eyes, Joe senses you staring at him and looks down giving his signature smile. That smile that makes any woman take their panties off for him.

You didn’t want to think that Joe has a crush on you, due to the fact that y’all have been best friends since fourth grade. You didn’t want to ruin the friendship, Joe makes you happy in any imaginable way possible. Losing Joe would damage you, big time. Trust, he feels the same way as well. You have feelings for Joe too, but they’ve been hidden, due to fear of Joe rejecting you. The way he’s holding you right now and how his teammates are acting, the feelings are mutual.

Pulling away from Joe, you look into his eyes, “I’mma go party with my friends, if you need me bestie, you know to call me.” Joe licks his lips while nodding and you want to be a puddle on the floor. You don’t even know how you managed to walk away after seeing that. Sitting down with your friends at the bar, you tell them everything that just happened.

Meanwhile, the boys are poking fun at Joe and he playfully rolls his eyes, watching you have fun.

It’s been an hour or two since you’ve been in the club, you’re sort of intoxicated. But nothings stopping you from having fun, Joe checks up on you throughout the night and that’s fine with you. Joe never wants you to be uncomfortable at any moment, while you’re around him. He probably wanted to give you a ride home, so he can take care of you in the morning.

You and a few of your friends are still at the bar when a man walks up to you with a grin on his face. You smile at him, he’s a cute one, his smile is a smile that reminds you of Joe’s.

“Can I buy you a drink, pretty lady?” He asks sweetly. You think to yourself and are about to give him a response until you hear a familiar voice near you.

“Nah, she’s good.” Joe states, wrapping his arms around your body while staring down the man. The man looks at you two with a confused look on his face before walking off while shaking his head, you turn towards Joe with a questionable look on your face.

“What was that for? He wanted to buy me a drink.” You frown slightly, your lips pouting making Joe want to lean in and kiss them. He just shakes his head softly, staring at you.

“I could’ve bought you a drink if you wanted one.”

“Yeah, well you didn’t, another man can buy me one too, Joesph.” Those words alone make Joe eyes turn slight grey, his jealously rising by the minute.

“Is that so?” Joe asks quietly leaning in closer, your world was beginning to spin. A moan is attempting to come out of you, you’re trying to think to yourself as to why you find that so attractive. Joe getting possessive and jealous of you is a turn on, maybe, maybe not. You’d never tell him.

You decide to test the waters with your next response, “Yeah, anything you do, another man can do ten times better.” You smirk feeling Joe tense up behind you while you stand from your seat.

You walk off, swaying your hips, knowing that Joe is staring at you. If he wanted to act this way, than you’re going to act out as well.

As the night went on, you see Joe staring at you while you’ve been dancing, gaining everybody’s attention. There were several men who wanted to take you home with them. You politely decline, giving them your prettiest smile ever. Although you’ve been entertaining men in the club, it feels good to know Joe wants you all to himself.

You were sitting down in your VIP Section, when your friend taps you to show you multiple women all up in Joe’s face. Laughing to yourself, you pull out your phone to text Joe.

‘You and all your little girlfriends cute.’

You see him open up his phone almost immediately, he turns and looks at you before texting back.

‘Jealous?’

‘Jealous? When there’s plenty of men, who want me? Lol.’

‘Keep it up.’

‘You say that as if you’re going to do something to me.’

Joe doesn’t respond for a minute and you believe that he’s done fucking with you. It’s only a couple of minutes later, when a text notification pops up on your phone.

‘You won’t be able to walk straight after I’m done with you.’

You cross your legs and look up at Joe who has a cocky smirk on his face. Your reaction makes him feel good about what he texted.

‘There’s plenty of women in your face that you can say that to, why me?’

‘You know why, stop playing with me mama.’

‘They only want me for money and fame, fuck ‘em. I’ve been wanting you for years, you make me crazy. Everything about you drives me insane. You got me wrapped around your little finger, mama.’

‘I can always show you better than I can tell you, you know this.’

You stop reading Joe’s text messages, feeling your wetness in your panties, you get up from the couch and excuse yourself from your friends. You head off to the restroom, needing a minute to yourself. Walking down the hallway, two of Joe’s teammates walk past you giving you a look that you can’t understand. You shrug, already sexually frustrated. Putting your back on the wall, you sigh loudly before opening your phone.

“What’re you doing here by yourself?” You heard Joe’s voice before he towers over you. Grabbing your chin, Joe lifts your head up, “Attempting to get away from you, your teammates, and the horny shit you texting me.” You roll your eyes, looking at any and every thing but Joe.

“..Am I making you uncomfortable?”

“No. I just-

“Can’t handle me. Noted.” You roll your eyes, feening irritation. Of course you can handle everything that comes with Joe. “There’s nothing for me to handle, how can I not tame you if you can’t even show me how much you want me?” You question, tilting your head to the side. Joe laughs while pulling you closer, “Keep talking shit and I’ll show you the other things I can do with that mouth of yours.”

You let out a low moan at Joe’s words. He smirks trailing his hands down your body. You decided to wear a mini skirt, leaving much easy access. Joe let out a growl, realizing that anybody could see what’s under your skirt. He doesn’t know yet, but you decided not to wear any panties with your outfit.

You bite your lip seductively, “How about you show me.”

“You don’t know what you’ve gotten yourself into mama or maybe I could show you the things I want to do to you. You’d like it if the entire club sees me fucking the shit out of you, you want everybody to know you’re mines, hm?”

You whimper when Joe hand reaches up to your throat, squeezing slightly, “I would, I would really like for you to do that.”

“I love when you talk like this, baby.”

Joe does, a lot, he also likes the sound of you moaning his name repeatedly. The moment you two got into his car, he bent you over his lap, spanking you countless over times until your wetness was leaking on his leather seats.

“Can you touch me pretty please, my pussy is so wet for you, Joey.” You whine, pulling your skirt off slowly to show how much you needed Joe to fuck you senseless. Peering his eyes over your way, Joe sees as your chest rises and falls from the heavy breathing you’re doing due to trying to make yourself have an orgasm.

“I’m going to fucking ruin you.”

Those words make you cum, your loud moan couldn’t be controlled.

Joe reached over, running a finger up and down your core, feeling how horny you are for him. He pulled back after a couple of minutes, licking his finger as you stare at him, “You taste so good mama.”

“I do?”

“The prettiest and best pussy ever mama.”

You sit up in the seat, cleaning up the mess you created, “Thank you Joey.”

“Joey? You still think that’s my name at the moment?”

“..What would you like to be called?” You inquire, you knew what he was implying you love the way that Joe has been dirty talking to you.

“I have a few names in mind, ma.” That’s the only thing Joe says to you before the rest of the car ride is silently with the sexual tension getting stronger and stronger.

The moment Joe parks his car in the garage, you slowly make your way inside his house, legs still a bit numb due to your orgasm in his car. You sit on the kitchen counter, taking off your outfit so Joe can use you any way that he wants to. You didn’t realize he has been watching you from the door until you’re finished pulling off your shirt. He has a grin on his face that makes you weak, walking over towards you.

“Can I go down on you?” Joe asks pulling you to the edge of his counter top, you nod with a smile on your face. Joe gets down on his knees, kissing your thighs with light pecks before leaning forward to run his tongue down the slit of your core.

Joe pushes down on your stomach making you rest your back on the cold counter as he continues to devour you. Your back arches once you feel that building tension in your stomach, making a weak attempt to push Joe’s head away he grabs both of your wrist pining them down to the surface.

“Oh fuck, daddy! Please I’m about to cum.” You moan pulling Joe’s hair softly so you wouldn’t hurt him. This is the best head you’ve ever received, Joe has you on cloud nine.

Joe adds two fingers speeding up his pace you so can come all over his face, the idea of Joe being a slut for you made you want to give him whatever he wants.

You cum all over his face, your legs still shaking as Joe pulls you in for a kiss, tasting yourself on your lips. “How did I do beautiful?” Joe asks pulling you off the counter and into his arms, making you wrap your legs around his waist to walk upstairs to his room.

“You did good daddy.” You respond with trailing kisses down his neck. Joe kicks open his bedroom, laying you on the bed while you sit there watching him take off his clothes. You sit up, eyes trained on each other, when Joe pulls your legs apart again leaning down to kiss your stomach.

“Are you ready for me? I don’t want to hurt you. Do you need anything, I want this to be a pleasant experience for you.” Joe says with concern in his voice for you after he’s done leaving love bites down your body.

“Yes, I.. I want this as much as you do, Joe, make me feel good.” You explain, running your hand up and down his chest.

“Do you want me to wear a condom?”

You think for a minute before replying, “No.. I want to feel you inside of me, Joe.”

“Are you-

“I’m positive, I’m comfortable with having sex with you, I promise Joe, I’ll let you know if anything is wrong.” You try to ease Joe with your soft spoken words, kissing him so angelic on his lips.

You feel the tip of Joe’s dick at your entrance, you two both moan at the noises your pussy is making. You grind slowly against Joe to create more friction, Joe’s hands grab your waist to help you.

A loud gasp escapes your throat when Joe fully enters you, thrusting back and forth slowly to create some kind of rhythm here. “This pussy so good mama.” Joe praises after he speeds up the pace, sucking on your nipples. You can’t form not a single thought, so stuck on how good Joe’s fucking you right now.

The way he’s talking to you and treating your body is almost making you want to come so early, but you can’t, not with the feeling of wanting to be here all night long. Everything that Joe has said in regards to his feelings about you, is becoming true. For Joe, to be able to show and make love to the one whose had his heart since elementary school, is a blessing for him. Being able to show affection to you means more than any AFC Championship or Super Bowl win in Joe’s opinion.

"What pretty noises you're making for me, am I making you feel good?" Joe cooed in your ear when he leans forward and tongue kisses you while also fingering your core.

You moan into Joe’s mouth feeling yourself climax all over Joe, looking down at the mess you’ve made, you giggle while licking your cum from off your fingertips. Joe swears under his breath when he sees you do that, “I want you to take you from behind pretty girl.”

You nod your head in response, a whimper comes from your lips when Joe pulls out of you. He turns you around quickly, pushing down on your back so you can arch the way he wants you to. Re-entering you, Joe pulls your hair as your ass bounces on him, “You can take daddy’s dick, right baby?”

“Ah! I can take daddy’s dick!” You cried out when Joe hits your g-spot, making you feel things you haven’t felt in a while.

You turn your head to look at Joe in his eyes, with the way he has you screaming, you probably weren’t going to have a voice in the morning. You don’t mind, because Joe will take care of you, always.

“Move your hands, I’m not fucking playing with you.” Joe demands when you lazily attempt to push him away because of him pounding into you. When Joe realizes you’re not going to move your hands, he grabs both your wrist and holds them together behind your back. You were now definitely seeing stars.

“Are you gonna come for me baby, hm? Can daddy see that pussy leak out with your cum?” Joe asks when he sees your legs shaking meaning you are about to have another orgasm for the night.

“Yes.. fuck! Daddy I’m com-

You chock on your words when your climax hits you like a freight train. Joe grunts lowly, swearing, when seeing your reaction.

“Where you want daddy’s nut, ma?” You turn to look at Joe again before opening your mouth. He pulls out of you and waits for you to kneel, once you’re kneeling, you allow Joe to throat fuck you until his seed is shooting down your throat. You moan, liking the thought of being used like this. You open your mouth to show Joe that you’ve swallowed all of his cum.

Joe pulls you back up on your feet for a kiss, he grabs underneath your ass to hold you up, making you wrap your legs around his waist. He climbs in the bed and you hiss from feeling his dick at your entrance, “Sensitive?” Joe teases, you roll your eyes at his cockiness.

It stays quiet for a while, you two are both sweaty, but neither of you want to get up right now. It feels good to be in one another’s presence right now.

“I’m sorry for getting a little carried away.” Joe apologizes rubbing his finger through the marks he made on your body. You shrug your shoulders with a silly smile on your face, “It’s okay, I enjoyed every moment.”

Joe looks at you with questions in his eyes, “I’m sure, I promise you, you didn’t hurt me nor did I feel uncomfortable. You made me feel really good baby.” You reassure Joe, kissing his lips softly to prove your point.

“Can we talk about the next steps in our.. relationship in the morning? I’m too tired beautiful.” Joe says laying his head on your stomach, you run a finger through his hair, “Of course, I don’t mind my love, I was about to ask if we can go to sleep.”

Joe face lights up with joy, pulling you in for a sleepy tongue kiss, “Thank you, I’ve dreamed about you being in love with me for so long.”

You smile at Joe, “You mean so much to me, Joey.” You yawn unexpectedly and Joe pulls you in to spoon you, your back hitting his chest. You turn around, kissing Joe once last time for the night before going to sleep, “I love you, Joey.”

“I love you more, mama.”

[vanwritesfan-fiction]

Intention

Joe puts his foot in his mouth when he says that sex distracts him from being his best on the field, and you make him pay for it in ways that he didn't expect.

Warnings: language, smut, a little harmless arguing, angst

A/N: This didn't turn out very Valentine's themed lol but enjoy!

You felt Joe's large hand on your waist, his fingers digging into your skin as he nestled his face in the crook of your neck. You looked at him through the vanity mirror as he placed gentle kisses along your neck and shoulder. You felt his hard chest muscles against your back as he pressed his body into yours, gently swaying back and forth.

"Good Morning, baby. Happy Birthday." He placed a small velvet box down on the corner of the sink. You brushed your nails over the top, feeling the soft fabric beneath your fingertips. Your stomach flipped as you thought of saying something, getting all of your frustrations out with your boyfriend, but words always seemed to fall short with Joe. He was a man of action, and the only thing he understood were moves made with intention. You tapped the box one more time before going back to putting your makeup on in the mirror.

"You remembered." It wasn't a question, simply a statement of notice.

"Of course I remembered. How could I forget your birthday?" He watched your face through the mirror, his brow knitted together as you tipped your head to the side. "Birthdays seem like a distraction."

Joe let out a small grunt as you shoved him off of you and walked out of the bathroom. "I thought you were over this." He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he followed you into the closet. "Over what?"

"Don't make me say it. I really didn't want to bring this up on your birthday." You let your silk robe slip off of your shoulders and onto the floor, exposing your bare ass to Joe. He bit his bottom lip hard at the sight, resisting every instinct he had to reach out and grab you. "Joe, I have no idea what you're talking about." You put all of your focus on getting dressed for the day. He watched as you slipped on one of his favorite pair of your panties, a white lace pair that had a small bow at the back of the waistband.

"Baby...", he flexed his jaw as he contemplated his next move. He could swallow his pride and beg for forgiveness, but he had respect for himself, and he knew that would only turn you off. "I just think you misunderstood what I meant."

You turned on you heels quickly to face him, snapping the strap of your matching white lace bra on your shoulder. "See that's where you're wrong, Joey." You knew that nickname annoyed him when anyone but his mom called him that. "I understood you completely. You need to be in the zone so you can perform on the field, and sex, sex with me specifically, if I remember your wording, is a distraction."

You always respected Joe and how seriously he took his career but it seemed like ever since you moved in together, you were getting to see another side of him, one that you didn't particularly like. At first you chalked it up to him being superstitious, if a bit persnickety about his lifestyle. He had routines that he had to stick to, specific ways he liked to spend his days before and after a game, and sometimes you felt like you were just getting in the way.

The only place you knew he could relax was in the bedroom. Sex with Joe was fantastic, always had been. He was attentive and passionate, a side that no one else got to see but you. It made you feel incredibly close to him, and for the longest, you could convince yourself that the face he put on for the world was just to protect himself, and you knew the real him.

When he rejected your advances one night a couple days ago, you immediately began to doubt yourself. He gave you the excuse that he was tired, and you definitely wanted to respect that, but this was the first time you'd seen him all week, and usually he would be all over you the minute he got home. You pressed for an explanation out of desperation, a couple of quips quickly turned into a full blown argument, and finally you pulled the truth out of him.

"I need to focus on my game and I can't do that if you're constantly throwing yourself at me!" It was as if you could actually see the weight lift off his chest as he stood in front of you, teeming with anger. "I'm sorry", he let out an exasperated sigh as he raked his finger though his blonde locks, trying to call his breathing. "but you're distracting me. You're a distraction. I'm sorry to say it, but you are."

You couldn't hide the hurt on your face if you wanted to, tears stinging your eyes. You didn't want to be a distraction, you wanted to be the one place that Joe could always come back to, no matter what was going on. It hurt a lot more than you ever thought it could hearing him say that. "Okay, I'm sorry." You dropped your gaze to your feet, giving him small nods. "I'm sorry for pushing you."

"Baby I-". Joe felt immediate guilt as you looked at him through your tears. You held up a hand to stop him. "I'm gonna sleep in the guest room." You felt incredibly small as you walked away from him, wiping a stray tear that rolled down your cheek.

When he approached you the next day with apologies and a promise that he didn't mean a word he said, and he was just in over his head with his career right now, you were quick to forgive him. Only distractions were slow to forgive apologies, dragging on what could be resolved so quickly, and you were anything but a distraction. You put on your best smile, and allowed things to fall into place and go back the way they were, just how Joe liked it.

Joe traveled to Tennessee that week under the pretense that everything was fine between the two of you, and for the most part they were. You weren't vindictive in the slightest, but you did know how to keep your promises, and if sex was a distraction to Joe when he was trying to focus on football, you were not going to stand in his way.

You went to the bed the night before your birthday fully intending to continue on as if nothing was bothering you, but when you woke up that morning, you just couldn't. You couldn't hide how hurt you were by Joe's confession. Standing in front of him as you got dressed just confirmed it for you. Joe didn't think he did anything wrong, and for that reason alone, you weren't going to get an apology.

You closed the clasp on the necklace Joe gave you for Christmas around your neck. "I'm going to brunch with my parents." You tucked your purse underneath your arms and slipped on a few of your favorite delicate rings.

"I can get dressed in five minutes, if you wanna wait for me downstairs." You stopped him from leaving, patting his chest a couple of times with a small smile. "Don't worry, I told them you were busy. They aren't expecting you to show up."

Joe expected you back a couple hours later, so he waited for you at home, keeping himself busy with getting your birthday dinner together. He pulled out all the stops even before this fight happened, planning for a private chef to cook you your favorite meal, working with a sommelier to ship in your favorite wine from Italy that you discovered on a trip their together. He even put on a suit, even though he hated dressing up to his core, and waited for you.

Two hours turned into four, four into six, and soon you'd been gone all day, the sun setting on the dinner that was now getting cold.

Joe left you what must have been thirty calls and just as many texts, all left unreturned and unanswered. He called your parents, but they hadn't seen you since you left brunch.

He was about to send out a search party when you finally came home, shopping bags filling both of your hands.

"Where have you been?", Joe asked as he shoved his hands in the pockets of his trousers. "Out", you replied plainly. "Time just got away from me, I guess."

You stopped in front of the dining room, taking in the incredibly sweet gesture that was now a pitiful display, the candles more than halfway burnt through, wax dripping on to the tablecloth. "This is very sweet of you." Your tone suggested otherwise, deadpan and not the least bit sincere. "A distraction, but still, very sweet. I'm gonna take a shower." You dropped the bags by the dining table, not even looking in Joe's direction.

Joe wasn't stupid, he just took things at face value, so when you said you forgave him, he truly thought you forgave him, but he should have known better. He could still vividly remember the hurt on your face during your fight, and the guilt still hadn't left him, but he was hoping the time would heal this, and things would go back to the way they were, as if the argument never happened. He needed to fix this.

He heard the water running when he entered the bedroom, shedding his suit jacket and stripping down to his boxers before he entered the bathroom.

Steam billowed out of the top of the shower stall, and he could make out your figure behind the fogged up glass as he stepped in behind you. You closed your eyes, allowing the hot water to run over your face and body. You didn't have the energy to fight right now, so you stayed quiet as you felt his hands grab at your waist, pulling you in close. His touch felt like heaven. It wasn't as if you wanted to stay away from him, and the distance was killing you.

You fell into his hold as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder blade, his lips lingering against your skin. You tipped your head to the side, exposing your neck to him. "I'm sorry", he mumbled against your neck. You nodded, keeping your eyes closed. "I know. I already forgave you." His hands spread wide as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in tight to his chest.

"I owe you more than one apology." He turned you to face him, the water pounding against your back as you looked up at him. "I'm sorry for even making you think for a second you were anything but the best thing that's ever happened to me. I was a fucking idiot for saying you were a distraction." You pushed the wet hair that fell in his face back.

"I get that you're under a lot of stress, but you can come to me with anything. We're on the same team." You watched the floor as a droplet of water fell from the tip of your nose. "I know, I'm sorry." You looked back up at Joe with a smile. "Stop apologizing. I forgive you. For real this time." He barely got out a chuckle before you crashed your lips with his, your hands finding the back of his head as Joe deepened the kiss, pressing you against the shower wall. You could barely breathe, but you couldn't care less in the moment.

You broke apart, letting out a short gasp as you felt his hands travel towards your mound, his thumb easily finding your clit, and drawing slow circles around it. You were so desperate, so hungry, you could feel your orgasm building only seconds after.

Joe let out a sharp breath through his nostrils as you began to stroke the head of his cock. He instinctively pressed his pelvis against your lower stomach when you didn't let up, keeping an even pace. Your hand traveled up and down his entire length, and he could already feel himself self start to come undone.

"Stop", he huffed out, "stop, please." You did as he asked, watching his eyes darken with lust as he kissed you again, pulling at your bottom lip with his teeth. "You want this as much as I do right now?"

"Yes", you moaned out, and Joe made quick movement out of wrapping your left leg around his waist, holding you steady with one hand, while he moved to line his cock up at your entrance with his other hand, teasing you as he drug the tip of his dick up and down through your folds before slowly pushing himself inside.

You shivered as you felt the water temperature change for a split second, whimpering as he pushed himself all the way to the hilt. "You okay?", he asked without ever looking up. You could only nod as you placed your hands on his shoulders, letting out another moan as he slowly began to rock his hips back and forth into you.

Your entire body was on fire as he quickened his pace, the angle brushing against your g-spot with each stroke. "Right there, don't stop." You knocked your head back in pleasure, closing your eyes, feeling Joe's hand dig into your hip as he felt the warmth pool in his stomach, already close to his orgasm. He could feel his knees grow week, but his pace never faltered, thrusting into you with all of his strength.

"Fuck-fu- don't stop", your mouth hung open as you pulled him closer, Joe burying his face into your neck as you cradled his head, your fingernails scratching at his scalp. You could feel his chest vibrate against your body as he took in ragged breaths, unable to control his thrusts, his hips staggering.

One final slam of his hips and you felt the coil in your core snap, every muscle tensing in your body before you released, your orgasm radiating throughout your entire body. "Fuck, I'm cumming", Joe slammed a hand against the wall by your head as you pulled him deeper and deeper with each pulse of your pussy. He stuttered, his legs shaking as he came inside of you.

He let your leg slowly drop towards the ground, his hands moving to frame your face. "You're so beautiful, truly the best thing to ever happen to me."

"I know", you replied with a cocky grin, making Joe chuckle.

You were drying your hair with a towel at the vanity, when he walked up behind you, hiding his face in your neck, just as he did that morning. This time, you felt nothing but bliss, a smile forming on your face. "Let's try this again", Joe chuckled, placing the small velvet box on the corner of the sink, exactly where he'd put it before. "Happy Birthday, baby."

You looked at the box before looking up at him again. He felt his heart skip a beat at the face you gave him, a mixture of anger and sadness. He backed away, concerned. "What's wrong?"

You quickly broke your façade, giving him a genuine smile. "Nothing, I was just messing with you." You reached for the box, but Joe was quicker, snatching it away from you. "Now you're not getting anything. I'm gonna save this for your next birthday." He ran into the bedroom and you ran after him.

"Joe, I'm sorry! I was just joking. Please give me my present!"

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Spongebob

Joe Burrow One Shot

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: none

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“You know what always makes me feel better when I’m feeling overwhelmed?”

“What’s that, bub?” you ask curiously, having no idea where he could be going with that. 

“Watching spongebob.” 

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You had been having a rough couple of weeks. Since you were still a student, you weren’t always able to follow Joe all over the country for his games. It is what it is, but sometimes it really got to you that you weren’t able to watch him succeed, or be there for him after a loss as often as you would like. Of course you could watch the games on tv, but it wasn’t the same as physically being there for him. 

You were in your very last semester of college, and Joe had always supported you and made sure you knew he understood why you wouldn’t be able to come to all of his games. He would love if you were always there to watch him in person, and he knew that would happen in due time. Once you graduated, you would have time to live the NFL girlfriend life and you couldn’t wait. 

You and Joe had only met last summer, so this was your first football season together. You met one random night in May when you were visiting your friend who was living in Cincinnati for the summer. You and your friend were making the most of your visit and were having the best girls’ night out at the bars when in walks no one other than the Bengals’ quarterback. Needless to say, everyone in the bar wanted to hang out with him. He was hanging out with some of his buddies from high school for the evening and knew going out in Cincy would be chaotic, but figured it would be worth the shot. As the evening progressed and bar goers had more drinks in them, everyone started to leave Joe alone. You both happened to stumble up to the bar in search of a new drink at the same time and the rest is history. 

Exchanging numbers with Joe that night was the best thing that had ever happened to you. You only lived an hour and a half from Cincinnati, so that made it easy to go up on weekends to see him, with the occasional longer visit when you could get off work. It was harder for him to be able to leave town to come to you with his practice schedule, but you didn’t mind the drive. 

Your relationship progressed very quickly. With not being able to see each other constantly and being semi-long distance, you were really able to cherish the time you were together. It didn’t take much time for either of you to realize how real the love between you two was. 

You feared the strain the strain on your relationship that would be caused by you being in school while he had a full football season to complete, but you guys made it work. Texts, phone calls, and facetimes made it work. You went to as many home games as you could, but you couldn’t make it to all of them. 

But that’s okay, because now it’s the off season and Joe has more free time to spend with you. 

Except it’s not okay. 

It’s not okay because it’s only the off season because the Bengals lost to the Chiefs in the AFC Championship. 

A game you didn’t even get to go to because you had an exam you had to take early Monday morning and wouldn’t have enough time to fly back to Cincinnati and then drive to your campus. 

It’s been a few days since the game and you are still feeling immense guilt. Watching the game from your apartment living room was perfectly fine util the game ended and there were tears streaming down your face because all you wanted to do was hug Joe and tell him that everything would be okay. You could tell during the post-game interviews that all he wanted was to get the questions over with from him short answers, and your heart broke being able to see the sadness in his face. He was a tough boy and hid his emotions well, but you could read him like no other. Even though you had a perfectly good reason to not be at the game, you just felt so selfish and guilty for not being there for him when he needed you most. 

Now it was the Wednesday after and things still felt so overwhelming. Joe had traveled down to stay with you for a few days this afternoon, and you couldn’t be happier to finally get to see him. But between being so busy with school and still feeling weird about missing the game on Sunday, seeing him made it all come boiling over. 

He had barely stepped a foot into your apartment when your smile faded and the tears began streaming down your face. 

Worried, he immediately dropped his things, closed and locked your apartment door, and wrapped his arms around you as tight as he could, one around you body with one hand holding your head to his chest. 

“Hey, hey. What’s up with the tears, bug? What’s going on, hmm?” he paused to kiss the top of your head and rest his lips there for a beat to see if you were calming down. Once it was clear you were full on sobbing into his chest, he gently turned his head down to try and get a glimpse of you before he spoke in a hushed tone, “Pretty girl, it’s okay to cry…but whatever it is that has you this upset, I would like to know. I don’t know how to help unless you talk to me.” 

You lifted your head a tad to speak, but couldn’t stop the tears or catch your breath to get anything out. 

“Hey, shhhhh. It’s okay, breathe with me, okay? Big breath in, and let it out.” 

Joe walked you through some big breaths for a minute until you finally started to calm down. You burrowed yourself deeper into him and his hands smoothed over your back as his touch felt very grounding.

“There’s my girl. What’s going on in this pretty head of yours?” He asked, once again placing a kiss on the top of your head and proceeding to rest his cheek there as he swayed your bodies and waited for your response. 

You sniffled a little then said, “I just missed you.” 

“Hmmm, I missed you too, but that can’t be all of it, bug. We are apart from each other all the time, and I’ve never seen you react like this.” 

You sighed, annoyed but endeared that he knows you that well. 

“I just…I just am so sad I wasn’t there for you Sunday,” you mumbled out, feeling fresh tears on your waterline. “You needed me, and I wasn’t there.

He squeezed you tighter and waited for you to continue. 

“I just feel guilty for not being there when you needed me most. It’s just been an overwhelming feeling…you work so hard and deserve the world and I felt so useless. I couldn’t do anything to help you.” As you finish your confession, you could feel new tears streaming down your face. You weren’t full on sobbing, but getting this overwhelming feeling off your chest allowed you to breathe a little easier. 

“Why didn’t you tell me you were feeling this way? We’ve talked plenty since the game?” Joe askd, not trying to berate you for not telling him, just genuinely concerned as to why you had been bottling all these big feelings up. 

“I just didn’t want to feel like a burden to you, Joey. You had enough you were and are going through. I was just worried about you.”

“Yeah, but I worry about you when you don’t talk to me, bug. I don’t want you bottling things up so much that you’re feeling so overwhelmed. You have absolutely no reason to feel guilty for not being there. All your texts, calls, and FaceTimes have been my saving grace,” he pauses, pulled back from your grasp and reached up to grab your cheeks so you are forced to look into his eyes. 

With a serious look on his face he says, “You are not a burden and you are not useless. Okay?” he pauses and looks at you with his eyebrows raised, awaiting a response. You slightly nod and he continues. “I love you. Even if you weren’t physically at the game, I knew you were still there. Because you are always right here,” he says as he places your hand over his heart. 

You look down at where he has placed your hand, take a deep breath, then look back up at him as he continues, “I wish you were physically there to hug after, but you were back here being the little smarty pants you are, studying away,” he said with a small smile as you slightly giggled at his wording. “And I wouldn’t have had it any other way. Next year, when you don’t have responsibilities to school, you’ll probably be sick of dealing with me after games. I can be quite the pain in the ass.” 

You smile at his words and respond, “Yeah, but you’ll be my pain in the ass.”

“Absolutely,” he responds, happy to be seeing the light come back into your eyes. 

He pulls you back into a hug, closing his eyes and smiling as he rests his head on yours. 

“You know what always makes me feel better when I’m feeling overwhelmed?”

“What’s that, bub?” you ask curiously, having no idea where he could be going with that. 

“Watching spongebob.” 

“Of course,” you say with a giggle. “You are such a kid.”

“Maybe, but you love it, bug,” he responds before he reaches down and gives you a big, slobbery kiss on the cheek. 

“Ewww!” you laugh as you push him off of you. “Go pull up an episode and I’ll go get some snacks… and maybe disinfect my cheek, Christ.”

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a/n: ahhhhhh my first joe burrow one shot??? born and raised a bengals fan so joey becoming our quarterback has made me go insane... obviously ... let me know what you all think! 

i also did NOT proof read this and i wrote it in like 20 mins so… hope it’s fine??

[joesburrows]

𝗧𝗔𝗞𝗘 𝗠𝗘 𝗧𝗢 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗦 — 𝗝. 𝗕𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗼𝘄 / 𝗦. 𝗛𝘂𝗯𝗯𝗮𝗿𝗱

SUMMARY: You and Joe have been best friends since you were kids and when he decides to set you up with Sam one day, jealousy ensues.

PAIRING: Joe Burrow x Reader, Sam Hubbard x Reader

WARNINGS: Smut (18+, minors DNI), lots of swearing, slight choking, unprotected sex, drunk reader, drunk Joe and Sam

WORD COUNT: 5.6k

A/N: The picture that inspired this entire fic. I had started to get a little sloppy towards the end with my writing because I was trying to wrap it up as quick as I could but I hope you all enjoy!

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For as long as time could allow you to remember, you and Joe were inseparable. The two of you became best friends because your parents were friends with his, so naturally, you were in each other’s lives from the moment you could both walk and talk.

And throughout the years of growing up together, Joe became your rock. There wasn’t anything you two didn’t do together. Went to the same elementary school, middle school, high school, and eventually college. You refused to leave his side, even when he ended up transferring to LSU. That’s how close you were with each other; nothing could separate you two or the magical bond you shared with Joe.

Or so, you thought.

You weren’t ever really interested in Joe because he wasn’t exactly your type. You didn’t even think he was that attractive. Shallow of me, you thought. But it was just the truth. He was always the center of attention and you just… Weren’t. You hated attention, matter of fact. But it was something about him taking his first steps into the NFL that had you questioning the way you felt about him. It was like he’d done a complete three sixty from the last time you’d seen him. Somehow, he looked way prettier and it was obvious that was beginning to take good care of himself. You wondered why you had cared so much now about how attractive he was. Maybe you were just proud of him. Or maybe there were some underlying feelings there. You didn’t know but chose to ignore them and bury them for as long as you could.

However, if Joe wanted to be the franchise quarterback for the Cincinnati Bengals, then he needed to keep up his appearance, right? And that’s exactly what he did. In his third season in the NFL, you could see the way his confidence had skyrocketed since his rookie season. It warmed your heart, but it also had you feeling neglected by your best friend and you told him as much. You didn’t even realize why you were craving his attention so bad; it didn’t seem like anything uncouth to be feeling that way. He was your best friend, after all. But Joe was practically a star now, and all you could do was sit back and watch, admiring from afar.

But what was Joe’s solution to you feeling neglected by him?

“You need to get laid or something.”

Appalled and taken aback, you swatted at his arm for even considering you needed to get laid to stop feeling neglected by him.

“What? It’s true. Getting laid makes everyone feel better. Plus, I know someone on the team who’s dying to get some action of their own,” Joe insisted.

You rolled your eyes dramatically and picked at your chipped nail polish. Here we go again, you thought. Joe had spent an ungodly amount of time trying to set you up with players on the team since 2020, but you always refused. Why? You didn’t really have a good enough reason, but you’d lie your way out of it every single time. It just wasn’t something you were interested in.

“For the millionth time, stop trying to set me up with the guys. I’m not interested.”

“Are you a lesbian?” Joe deadpanned as he placed his elbows on the table and rested his chin in his hands, staring at you stoically. The fact that he was so damn serious had you nearly bursting into a fit of laughter. “You know, because if you are, that’s really badass. I’d be so happy for you. I’d be the ultimate wingman—“

“What? No, I’m not a lesbian! Jesus, Burrow,” you quickly interjected.

“Then, what’s the real reason you keep turning down everyone I try to set you up with?”

You suddenly froze, not expecting the question. You didn’t want to be honest and tell him the real reason, so you’d have to come up with another lame excuse that you knew he’d just roll his eyes at. You had to protect yourself and your heart.

“Because, Joe. Why can’t you just live with the fact that I’m not interested? Why is that not enough for you?”

As per usual, Joe rolled his eyes, but leaned in closer to where you were sitting across from him. “Because I heard from a little birdie that Sam is single again.”

You had suddenly perked up at the mention of Sam being single. He was everything a girl could want in a man. Big, tall and literally sculpted by Greek gods. Literally everything that Joe wasn’t. You had once taken an interest in him a while back but didn’t know he was in a relationship at the time, so you backed off and left him alone. He was the one player on the team that you wouldn’t have minded being set up with.

And now, you were about to get your wish. But if Joe would’ve known it was about to be the biggest mistake of his life, then he would’ve stopped it from happening before it did.

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By the end of the regular season, you and Sam had established a friends with benefits situation because you weren’t really interested in a relationship. Everything worked out perfectly because Sam wasn’t interested in one either. It was almost too perfect.

You didn’t like showing affection in front of anyone whenever you were around Sam, but something about the Bengals winning the AFC North Division tonight—and perhaps the onslaught of drinks you downed earlier—were enough to have you all over him. The two of you had found a secluded area in the locker room, away from the hustle and bustle of the boys smoking their cigars and dancing along to the music they had blaring over the speakers. You leaned up on your tippy toes and hooked your arms around Sam’s neck as he leaned against the wall behind him, going in for a sloppy kiss. You felt his strong, calloused hands grip your ass and pull you into him more. You could feel the prominent bulge against your thigh, and you moaned into the kiss to let him know.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good tonight, baby,” Sam said, pulling away from the kiss. “Promise?” You grinned, leaning in for another kiss that left you damn near paralyzed.

On the other hand, Joe knew you and Sam were messing around, but he never saw it because you kept it so well hidden from everyone. He wasn’t even sure he wanted to see the two of you messing around. The whole reason Joe had even tried to set you up with guys on the team was so that he could avoid his feelings for you. It was the ultimate cop out and it was foolproof. There was no way in hell Joe could ever confess his feelings for you. There was too much on the line and he didn’t want to ruin the incredible friendship the two of you shared. That was more important to him than taking the risk.

Joe had just finished taking pictures with some of his teammates and began to head for the showers when he happened to run into you and Sam making out against the wall. He stopped dead in his tracks and could feel a pang of jealousy wash over him. He wanted to look away but couldn’t bring himself to do so at the same time. He wanted to be in Sam’s position so fucking bad, but he was a coward and would continue to be for as long as time would allow.

For some odd reason, you felt like someone was watching you and Sam, so you had to pull away from him and find out for yourself. You looked to your right, but no one was there. Then you looked to the left of you to find your best friend standing there; confirming your earlier thoughts of feeling like you were being watched. You didn’t know what to say or even make of the situation. Words were caught in your throat and all you could do was stare at Joe with an apologetic look on your face.

Nothing was said between either of you. Nothing really needed to be said because the looks in both of your eyes spoke louder than words could. Joe got the hint and began to turn back around and walk away, but you had other plans. “Joe, wait—”

You had started to pull away from Sam, but he noticed what was going on and stopped you from doing anything else. “Hold on, let me go after him.”

“I’m not sure if you going after him is the best thing for this situation right now.”

“I got it, trust me. I’ll be right back.”

You sighed in defeat and watched while Sam followed Joe to wherever he was going. As much as you wanted to fix whatever the hell just happened between you and Joe, Sam may have had the upper hand more than you did. They could talk about things more level-headed than you and Joe probably could.

“Joe, man, if you don’t want me to see her anymore, I can stop. Plain and simple. I can see the way you look at her; she clearly means a lot to you. More than you probably let on,” Sam said once he finally caught up to Joe.

Joe picked up another cigar once he returned to his locker space and searched around for the lighter that he had misplaced until he saw it laying on top of a nearby table. “Honestly, Sam. I don’t really care what you do with her. I was the one that practically set this whole thing up.”

“I know, but that doesn’t mean you can’t feel some type of way about it.”

“I don’t feel any type of way about it. Y/N can do whatever the hell she wants.

“So, you mean to tell me you wouldn’t care if I asked her out officially?”

No, I don’t fucking want that. That is the absolute last thing that I want, Joe thought to himself. But being the coward Joe was, he wasn’t going to say it out loud. He and Sam have had a really great friendship for years and the last thing he wanted to do was ruin anything between them, as well. It was such a messy and complicated situation and neither men could really make any sense of it.

“Alright, thanks for giving me the answer I needed.” And with that, Sam left Joe to make his way back to you. But you were nowhere to be found. You had to get out of that locker room because you felt like you were suffocating. Like the whole thing was your fault that things were now incredibly tense and weird between the three of you.

Later on that night, both Joe and Sam had invited you out to a club in Downtown Cincinnati to celebrate winning the division. You wanted to stay at home and sleep for the rest of the day, but you also wanted to get drunk and forget about what happened earlier in the day. And the more you thought on it, the more you felt like it would be a good idea to let loose a little bit.

You wanted to look hot and irresistible tonight, so you decided to slip on a bright red corset, paired with a black mini skirt, black chunky boots to match, and a Swarovski crystal handbag that Joe had gifted you for your birthday a few years back. You knew Sam wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off of you, but you also feared for Joe’s reaction to your outfit choice. It was like you purposely wanted to see if he would hold back on his feelings after what happened earlier.

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You were on your fourth or fifth drink of the night… You think? Honestly, you couldn’t tell or even remember, but that didn’t matter when you had Sam’s hands all over you as you swayed along to the heavy thumping of the music. You were sipping on a gin and tonic and out of the corner of your eye, you could see Joe sitting and talking to some of his teammates in the VIP section of the club that the team had rented out for the night. You wanted him to see you so bad; you wanted to see that fire in his eyes, the jealousy that you saw take over when he caught you and Sam together in the locker room. And for a second, you swore you did when you finally locked eyes with him. Your breath got caught in your throat and you could feel the heat pooling between your legs as he looked at you like he owned you, possessed you. It was a look he’d never given you before and you couldn’t deny wanting to see it again the more he stared at you. You could even see him visibly gripping onto the glass in his hand like he was pissed at you for doing what you were doing. Instead of walking over to him, though, you downed the last bit of alcohol left in your glass and set it down somewhere before turning around in Sam’s arms. Standing on your tippy toes, you whispered in his ear, “Any place we can find some privacy here? I feel like I’m being watched.”

You couldn’t hide the smirk on your face after you had spoken the last several words, knowing well enough that if Joe had heard you, even over the loud ass music, it would’ve set him off.

Sam’s grin matched your own he took your hand, leading you through the sea of people around you, but you also made sure to never tear your gaze away from Joe’s as you followed Sam to wherever he was taking you. But as you were being pulled in one direction, you could see Joe stand up and began to make his way over to you, nearly causing you to collide against Sam from behind because you weren’t paying attention to where you were going. “Ow, sorry,” you muttered as you rubbed your forehead where you had run right into nothing but tense muscle.

“I’m gonna go see what Joe wants if you’re cool with it?”

“Of course. I’ll meet you in that private VIP room. Just don’t keep me waiting too long.”

Right before Sam left, he playfully smacked your ass and threw a wink at you before disappearing into the darkness. “Wouldn’t dream of it,” you giggled and winked back at him.

“What do you want—” You started, but Joe cut you off when he finally came up to you, saying nothing and instead grabbing you by the hips, directing you to the nearest wall in the club until your back collided harshly with the surface. You let out a gasp from the suddenness and the pool between your thighs had started to make itself more prominent than before. You had never seen Joe act this way around you, more or less fucking manhandle you. Best friends weren’t supposed to act this way around each other. It was forbidden. But it felt like he was crossing the godforsaken line so many people refused to cross. And you couldn’t deny wanting him anymore.

“Stop looking at me like that, Y/N,” Joe leaned in and whispered into your ear breathlessly.

“Looking at you like what, Burrow? I’m not even doing anything,” you challenged.

“Looking at me like you want me to fuck you while you’re all over Sam.”

Oh, fucking hell. What was the point in holding back now? The two of you stared at each other for an entire minute, your breathing labored due to your arousal. You couldn’t stand it anymore. You literally threw yourself at Joe, crashing your lips against his for the first time ever. He quickly responded and threw every ounce of his being into the kiss; unable to keep his hands off of you now that he had you right where he wanted you after all these years. Finally.

When you pulled away from each other, no words needed to be spoken. You knew you needed each other and you needed it now. You took Joe’s hand and led him in the direction of the private VIP room where you knew Sam was waiting for you. And no, you hadn’t forgotten about him or kept him waiting, but you had an idea in mind that you’d been dreaming about from the moment Joe caught you making out with him earlier in the day. You were hell bent on having your cake and eating it, too.

You pushed your way through the door of the private VIP room, only to find Sam right where he said he would be, sitting on the plush sofa and looking through his phone. Though the door opening caught his attention and he quickly put his phone away but was confused to see you walking through the door with Joe inches behind you. Sam had begun to speak, but you raised an index finger to get him to stop before he could.

“Here’s what’s going to happen,” you began, licking over your lips, “You’re both going to fuck me and by the end of the night, I don’t want to have the ability to walk. Got it?” The confidence in your voice came from all the times you spent being the boss of your own company and it had certainly paid off in more ways than one in this moment.

“Y/N, what the hell—” Joe said, but you cut him off.

“Shut up and go sit down next to Sam.”

Perplexed, Joe stared at you for what felt like centuries before he eventually decided to listen to your command and sat down right beside Sam like you told him to. But truthfully, you didn’t even know where to start. There was so much man to go around and it didn’t help that Joe and Sam were built very differently. They were both tall and around the same height. But Joe was leaner, while Sam was beefier. And you couldn’t stop your mouth from watering at the sight in front of you. You were hungry; you were the predator and they were your prey.

You had eventually decided on making your first move on Joe. You knew what sex with Sam was like because you’d been fucking around since the beginning of the season, so you wanted to start with something new. You could see Joe shift uncomfortably in place when you made your way to him, climbing onto him and straddling him with ease. Like it was something you had done before. You cupped his face in your hands and your lips met his for a fiery kiss that left you feeling over the moon. You never knew kissing Joe was something you needed, something you craved, until now. And Joe didn’t hold back either. He kissed you with the same amount of passion and it was clearly pent up from keeping his feelings hidden since the two of you could practically talk as kids. And you had gotten so lost in the kiss that you nearly forgot Sam was sitting right next to you, uncomfortably having to watch what you were doing with Joe.

Instead of ignoring Sam while you paid attention to Joe, you reached over and deftly unbuttoned his pants, wasting no time at all in slipping your hand past his boxers so you could firmly grip his cock. You could hear a faint groan coming from beside you and that caused Joe to pull away to inspect what was going on. He saw the way your hand worked its way up and down Sam’s shaft and even with bloodshot eyes, you could still see the intensity in his orbs. He didn’t want you anywhere near anyone else besides him now that he finally has you where he wants you. However, he knew that if he said anything, that it would start a fight and that was the last thing he wanted right now. He’d let you have your way for the night with both him and Sam, but it was the first and last time it was going to happen.

You saw the way Joe reacted to you paying attention to Sam while you were giving him attention, so it sparked an idea in your head. An idea that would likely have him begging for you, which is something you never thought you could see yourself wanting. But now that you practically had him in the palm of your hand, you wanted it more than anything in the world.

You climbed off of Joe and subtlety made your way to your knees in-between Sam’s thick thighs, your fingers making quick work of pulling his pants and boxers down and off in a matter of seconds. Your mouth watered at the sight of his cock that was ready and hard for you and you couldn’t resist leaning forward to close your mouth around the tip, earning a groan from the beautiful man sitting on the couch above you. You didn’t have to even look up to know that Joe was uncomfortable in more ways than one. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see him shift a few times and when you finally looked up, he was looking away from you. Pulling your mouth away from Sam, you huffed in annoyance and snapped your fingers to get his attention. “Eyes on me, Joey. Watch me while I suck your friend’s dick. Look at everything you could’ve had if you would’ve just told me you had feelings for me.”

“Y/N,” Joe growled, his voice strained.

“Shut up and fucking watch me,” you demanded. Without saying another word, you leaned back in and your tongue scooped up the pre-cum on the tip of Sam’s cock and you moaned in satisfaction once it slid down your throat. Finally, you could see Joe watching you with an uncomfortable stare as you took Sam’s length all the way back into your throat. Normally, you’d be looking up to Sam to gauge his reaction, but all you could do was lock eyes with Joe as you bobbed your head. Up and down, back and forth. Joe was squirming under your stare and you noticed the way his jeans grew tighter with every bob of your head.

Meanwhile, Sam really could’ve cared less that Joe was being ordered around to watch while you gave him a blowjob. In fact, he had his hands in your hair, his head was tilted back and he was letting out moan after pretty moan. And it was music to your fucking ears.

“Y/N, please,” Joe begged. You grinned around Sam’s cock and pulled your mouth off of him once you finally got what you wanted out of Joe. The fact that it didn’t even take long to have him begging for you is what drove you wild. With the back of your hand, you wiped the spit off the corner of your mouth and you braced yourself on Sam’s knees to help in getting up off the floor. “Did it turn you on watching me suck off your friend?”

All you got in response from Joe was a roll of his eyes, but you glared at him and he was once again squirming. “Yes. Fuck, Y/N. Yes, it turned me on.”

Smirking at Joe’s admission, you ignored him and decided to climb up onto Sam and straddle his waist like you’d done to Joe earlier. You bunched up your skirt around your waist and slipped your panties down your long legs, blindly tossing them somewhere over to Joe. You could hear the way Joe sucked in a breath as his fingers touched the material delicately; like he was afraid that having your panties in his hands was some fever dream. Joe rolled them up into a ball and stuffed them inside one of his pockets. He wasn’t giving those back to you. Not a chance in hell when you were making him suffer right now.

You rolled your eyes at the action and took Sam’s hard cock in your hand, giving it a few strokes before you lifted yourself just enough to allow the tip to penetrate your entrance. You let out a satisfied sigh and eventually slid all the way down until he was completely nestled inside of you. “Fuck,” you both groaned in unison upon the contact.

You quickly found a rhythm that you liked, bouncing up and down on Sam’s cock like it was the only thing you knew how to do. You always loved the way you could feel so full of him and yet, not full enough of him at the same time. You always wanted more, craved more. Sam was a goddamn man in every sense of the word and he had you damn near paralyzed with every stroke of his cock inside of you. You became so engrossed in the way you rode Sam’s cock and the way he felt that you completely forgot about Joe sitting there right beside the two of you, watching you fuck Sam.

“Stroke your cock while you watch me ride Sam’s cock,” you ordered him around again, “And I want the two of you to kiss while you do it.” It was a lot to ask of both of them, but you honestly just wanted to see if they would actually do it. Sam was a little more willing to do things out of his comfort zone, meanwhile Joe typically kept to himself and didn’t like taking risks. You could see the way Joe froze when you insisted on them kissing. Like it was something that was forbidden. He clenched his jaw as he watched your every move on top of Sam; and the more he watched, the more pissed off he became. He wanted his way with you more than anything in the world and he knew that if he wanted to fuck you eventually, he had to abide by your demands.

Sam turned to Joe, licking his lips. “Come on, man. Just let her have her fun. It’ll be forgotten about tomorrow.” And that’s exactly what he did. In one quick motion, Joe’s boxers and jeans were around his ankles and he took his cock in one of his hands right at the same time he felt a strong, muscular hand wrap around his neck, drawing him in close enough so their lips could connect. You let out some kind of animalistic sound at the sight of two of the hottest men you had the pleasure of knowing kissing right in front of you. It egged you on, encouraged you to want to work yourself on Sam’s cock even better than you had already been doing. “Holy shit,” you moaned and threw your head back in pure ecstasy.

Meanwhile, Joe was working his hand along his cock at a generous pace as Sam’s mouth possessively claimed his own, pre-cum leaking out of the tip and eventually dripping down onto his hand. But it didn’t bother Joe. He was drunk and wouldn’t even remember this in the morning. All he cared about was finally being with you. Even if it wasn’t in the way that he had wanted or pictured it.

“That’s so fucking hot. God, I want you inside of me so bad, Joey,” you breathed, working yourself to an eventual climax after the way you had continuously bounced on Sam’s cock. It took over your entire body and like always, you were trembling with pleasure. But you didn’t want it to end there. Oh, no, you had plenty more in store for the two men that sat in front of you.

After your high subsided, you climbed off of Sam and stood in front of both of them as if nothing had just happened which prompted the two men to break away from each other; wondering what you had up your sleeve next. “Joe, I’m going to get on all fours on the couch and I want you to fuck me from behind. Sam, I want your dick in my mouth while he fucks me. Sounds easy enough, right?”

Out of nowhere, Joe had built up some newfound confidence and he pushed himself up from the couch, making his way to you where he stood behind you, pulled your arms behind your back and roughly guided you to the couch. He bent you over the arm rest and rested his hands on your ass, gripping and squeezing as he pleased. He groaned at the way you felt underneath his longer fingers, desperate to feel more of you, to feel your tight walls clenching around him as he fucked you. The suddenness of his actions and the way he was manhandling you had you a complete and utter mess for him. It was funny how you could slip out of the dominant role so easily and hand it over to him when you had never been in the position with him before. But you liked it, loved it even. And you wanted to experience more of it. Especially when you were sober.

Without you expecting it, Joe withdrew his hand and he swiped it through the air; his palm coming down onto your bare ass and leaving behind a red indentation in the form of his handprint. You moaned, nearly on the edge and wanting to cum again from the unexpected action. You had no idea was so possessive in bed.

“Fuck, Joe. Please, I need you inside of me.”

“Sorry, what was that? I couldn’t hear you.”

You groaned, loudly, and pushed your ass back up against him in hopes it would bring some sort of relief to the warmth between your thighs. It was no use, though, because Joe noticed and spanked you again for even trying. “I need you inside of me, Joe. Fuck… Please give it to me.” Whimpering, you looked up at Sam with a look in your eyes that begged for his cock in your mouth. Sam took the hint and got up from the couch, instead deciding to kneel on the surface of the couch and wasting no time in directing his cock right back into your mouth. “Baby, fuck…” Sam groaned and leaned his head back, enjoying the way your mouth felt around him.

A sense of jealousy came over Joe again and he couldn’t wait anymore to be inside of you. He needed it just as bad as you did. Without giving you any warning, Joe plunged himself deep inside of you and you moaned around Sam’s cock from the feeling of finally being full of him. After years of pent up sexual tension and frustration that you didn’t even realize was there, his cock was finally claiming you. Finally. And it was just as you imagined it would be; perfect in every sense of the word.

You tried to focus on sucking Sam off as best as you could but it was becoming difficult to do anything else except allow yourself to fully immerse into the way Joe was fucking you. Sam noticed your lack of movement and began to fuck your mouth, driving in and out of you in a way you thought wasn’t humanely possible. And at the same time, Joe was fucking you dizzy; you didn’t know left from right, where you were at, how late it was. All you knew was that you wanted Joe to make you cum over and over again until you physically couldn’t anymore.

You couldn’t handle all of it. Sam’s dick in your mouth—practically choking you and Joe—fucking you like he was never going to be able to do so again. Considering you two crossed the line, you weren’t sure how things were going to be afterwards. If the sex would strengthen your bond or if you two just simultaneously ruined everything.

You lifted a weak hand up to Sam, desperately tapping his thigh to let him know that you needed air and to warn Joe of your impending climax. Sam nodded in your direction and he quickly pulled his cock out of your mouth, but that wasn’t about to stop you from coaxing him into his own climax. You wrapped your delicate hand around his length, pumping him profusely while you barely found it in you to finally warn Joe. “Fuck, Joey! I’m gonna cum. Please give it to me.”

Right on cue, your second climax of the night hit you like a freight train and you could sense Joe following right in your footsteps. “Fuck, Y/N. You feel so good,” he said as he unraveled, releasing every bit of his seed in you that he could. Moments later, Sam was also following, leaning forward to let go in your mouth. He had almost let go all over your face, but you were lucky to scoot forward a little bit before it could happen.

Joe pulled out of you slowly and when he did, you were so fucked out that you fell face first into the couch and you let out a groan from your now uncomfortable position. You didn’t want to move or get up. You could stay right there for all you cared. “Y/N, are you okay?” Sam asked, purely concerned as he reached for his clothes to dress himself again.

“I’m fine. Just leave me here to die,” you mumbled against the fabric of the couch.

Joe and Sam looked at each other silently for a brief second, then laughed in unison and you swore in that moment, you’d never felt more accomplished in your life for managing to snag some of the hottest men on the Cincinnati Bengals in one night and at the same time.

[glittter-vamp]

Trick Or Treat |A.I

Warnings: Fluffy. Super super cheesy and short. Halloween theme. First Andrei fic so, bear with me lol.

Word Count: 2.3k

A Halloween playlist played on your small Bluetooth speaker as you cleaned your kitchen from the mess you had made from baking a pumpkin pie. It was Halloween night and the song Superstition by Stevie Wonder played lowly in your home. You were in your Halloween pajamas that were all black with spiderwebs on them. It was almost 10PM now, which was a bit late to be baking a pie but you had worked a double shift today at the hospital and had been attending all the kids trick or treating in your community this evening up until about 45 minutes ago. You were almost out of candy and now wanted to enjoy some delicious pie and maybe some wine as you watched a classic Halloween film to wind down from your very long day before bed. As you looked at the bottles of wine you had, you decide which bottle to open and you settle on a nice red you had bought a couple weeks ago for a friends party that was never opened and had told you to take it home because she was more of a white wine type of person. 

As you look for your electric bottle opener in your kitchen drawers your doorbell rings and you look at the time on the phone. It was a little late for trick or treaters to still be out there at this time but nowadays even teens still trick or treated so maybe it was some teens. You grab your pumpkin candy bowl you had next to the door, which only contained of a few pieces of candy now and open the door expecting a kid or two but when you see who it was you were taken by surprise. "Andrei?" You ask looking at the tall handsome dark haired man who was in a zip up hoodie and sweat pants with some Nike slides. "Trick or treat!" He says showing off his perfect white teeth. "What are you doing here?" You chuckle looking at the bags in his hands. "I saw on your story that you had a long a day at work and thought I'd surprise you with some food. Cool PJ's" He says looking at your pajamas and holding up the bags in his hand. You and Andrei were pretty good friends, one of your best friends was dating one of his teammates and you two got to know each other at a party they both threw a few months ago. He had been over your place a few times since he lived nearby and was still getting used to Cincinnati and didn't know that many people other than his teammates and people who worked for the team/league. 

"That's so sweet, but you didn't have to do that. You must be tired yourself getting back from San Francisco almost 48 hours ago." You let him inside from the chilly Ohio fall air, to which he does and leaves his slides by the door. "I slept almost all day yesterday after we came back in the morning and practice isn't until noon tomorrow. I'll be alright." He sets down the bags on your kitchen counter. "What did you bring?" You ask continuing what you were doing with your wine. "I got us food from Panda express and I went to Kroger's and found these spooky cookies we can decorate after we eat." He smiles taking everything out of the bags. "This is so sweet, you didn't have to do that." You pout at him feeling bad that he went out of his way to do this for you. "Don't mention it." Andrei says giving you a smirk. "Wine?" You ask him. "Sure, got any forks though? They forgot to put some in the bag when I picked up the food." He shakes his head seeing there was only napkins and sauces in the bag. "Yeah, they're in that drawer next to the stove." You nod getting two wine glasses for you both after opening the bottle. "Smells really good in here, what are you baking? or is it a candle?" He asks going to get the forks. "Pumpkin Pie, felt right given it's Halloween today and Thanksgiving is next." You pour the wine in the glasses. 

"I like the vibes in here! Halloween music, fall foods, few decorations and lights around...I'm still used to going to parties and dressing up so it feels cool to be lay back this year. Especially after the season we've been having." He lets out a sigh. "I can only imagine the stress." You hand him the glass of wine. "Let's not even talk about that, tonight my mind is on all this." He says waving his arm around the food. "You can take the food over to the living room, I think the pie should be done so let me get that out of the oven and we can watch movies or something." You grab your oven mitts. "Sounds like a plan." Andrei nods getting the food as you take out the perfect pie out of the oven and turn it off. Leaving the pie to cool off you grab the wine glasses and make your way to the living room turning the music off. "I got a bit of everything so I hope you don't mind sharing." He says uncovering the food that he placed on the coffee table. "Of course not, I gotta say though; I didn't expect NFL players to eat this late at night and much less Panda Express and sugar cookies from Kroger's." You snort sitting down on the floor grabbing the remote to put something on. "Old habits die hard, I've done better now than in college but I have my days like this where I just need something tasty and filling late at night." He sits next to you on the floor. 

"Okay, what do we want to watch? Something Kiddie, little scary or very scary?" You ask him searching for movie titles on your firestick. "Um...little scary." He nods making you snort. "Someone get scared easily?" You smirk taking a sip of your wine as you eye him. "No...I just get weird dreams." he mutters. You go to put on the exorcist and he shakes his head profusely with a mouth full of food. "Nuh-Uh! I said little scary." He says with his cheeks full of food and fist covering his mouth making you laugh. "The movie is like 50 years old, there's nothing scary about it!" You laugh. "Says who!?" You exclaims. "What a baby. Do your teammates know your this much of a wuss?" You giggle looking for something that was suitable for him instead. "That's not nice." He shakes his head making you laugh. You settle on Chucky since it had more humor and rauchy-ness than anything scary. You grab one of the plates of food and see it was noodles with their walnut shrimp. 

"Want some?" You ask him and he nods picking a few off your plate. You two pick at each others plates as you watch the movie. You were really enjoying yourself, even though you were exhausted and had to get up early in the morning for work you didn't mind having Andrei here. You lived by yourself and all of your closest friends were in relationships meaning they didn't hang out with you like they once would when they were single or just casually dating. You also were developing some feelings for Andrei but how could you not? He was extremely good looking, sweet and smart. Plus that smile whether it was showing his perfect pearly whites or his little smirk he did, did something to you that you couldn't explain. "Did you have a lot of trick or treaters? My apartment building doesn't allow stuff like that. Bought candy for no reason." Andrei asks pulling you from your thoughts. "I had more than last year, there was a little one dressed as one of you guys. It was so adorable." You smile and nod. "That's cute, I usually just dogs walking around in out jersey's." He chuckles. After finishing your food. You grab more wine and you start on the cookie decorating. The sugar cookies were  in all different shapes like pumpkins, bats, skulls and ghosts. The kit also came with a bunch of different colored frosting and sprinkles. You thought it was super cute of him to do this out of the blue.

"Which ones are you going to do?" Andrei asks, there were two of each. "Um, I think the Bat and Pumpkin." You nod reaching over for them and setting them down on the paper plate you each had now. "We should post these online and have people vote after we're done. Winner has to take to take the other out to eat at a nice restaurant." He smirks and you smirk back. "Deal. Hope you took art classes at Princeton." You tease, Andrei giving you a pretty flirty grin. You two begin on decorating your Halloween cookies, you eyeing him every so often seeing how focused he was, eyebrows furrowed, tongue slightly sticking out and his fingers covered in frosting. "Hey! Don't be looking at my masterpiece. Worry about your own!" He says trying to cover his cookies with the box the cookies came in which made you laugh. He was taking this quite serious which you found cute.

"Pft! I'm almost done." You boast putting the finishing touches on your bat and pumpkin by adding some sprinkles. "How!?" He scoffs his eyes opening wide in disbelief. "Rule number one Iosivas, never underestimate your opponent and overestimate yourself. Didn't they teach you that in football?" You smirk finishing up and licking some frosting off your finger winking at him. Andrei looks at you licking his lips before chuckling and just shaking his head. "You're supposed to trash talk back you know." You raise an eyebrow as you sip your wine, he was sort of acting different than usual but you couldn't put your finger on it. "Why would I do that?" He chuckles which made you question things even more since you guys had that type of friendship. "Because it's fun!" You say getting up to get a slice of the pie you made. "Do you want a slice of pie? You ask him from the kitchen. "I'll take one to go, I'm still stuffed from dinner still." He responds. You cut yourself a small piece putting it on a small plate and grab a eating utensil. "Done yet?" You hum sitting back done having a piece of your pie. " I think so." He says showing you the final product. "That...is certainly...a cookie." You look at it in confusion. "The ghost is you and the skull...I just had fun with it."Andrei gives you a boyish grin, you found it so adorable that he had made you into the cookie ghost. it was all purple with black hair and a smiley face. "Okay, that's really cute and sweet. Looks...like a 2nd grader made though." You tease making him suck his teeth and roll his eyes at you. 

You then hand over yours which you did your best with. "Oh, what!? These are fire! Damn Y/N." Andrei smiles looking at the cookies You made an orange pumpkin with tiger stripes and the number 80 on it. On the bat you made the same thing but in white and black. "Dang, now I'm not so sure about the bet. No way I'm beating this, people are going to humble me." Andrei shakes his head. "I'll count tonight for the bet." You shrug but he shakes his head no. "I still... want to take you out." He smirks at you as you look up at him. Confusion spreading on your face. "What do you mean?" You chuckle. "I still want to take you out, if that's okay with you..." he bites his lip looking at you in anticipation. "Like a date?" You ask and he nods. You were caught off guard by this, you didn't think he'd see you more than a friend so this was unexpected for you. "I think that sounds really nice, I'd like that." You smile feeling the heat rise to your cheeks and butterflies in your stomach. "Okay good, cause I made reservations for tomorrow night at 8:30" He smiles and you chuckle at his forwardness. "Was this your plan all along tonight?" You ask and his cheeks turn a shade of red indicating that it was. "That's super sweet and pretty smooth of you." You lean over and kiss his cheek which clearly caught him off guard this time. Your eyes travel down to his lips after making eye contact and you two slowly inch closer and closer until your lips meet. His lips soft and tasting like wine you two had been drinking. The kiss was short but sweet & gentle.

Pulling apart a loud scene in the movie startles you both which made you both laugh. "Let me get out of here so you can get some rest, didn't realize it was almost midnight." Andrei smiles before giving you a kiss on the cheek. You two quickly clean up the mess you had and pack him some leftovers including the cookies and the pie. "Text me when you get home, and don't let the boogey man get you." You tease with a smirk on your face, Andrei giving you a look before chuckling himself. "I will, I'll see you tomorrow.  8 on the dot, and wear that dress you wore that dinner we attended. It looked real good on you." He smiles before giving you another peck on the lips before he walked to his car that parked in the driveway. 

This Halloween was quite the treat. 

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A/N: Wanted to write a lil something. Andrei Iosivas masterlist will be coming soon! Thanks so much for reading 🖤

[overusedtoothbrush]

forget the 9/11 to 50 shades of gray pipeline let’s talk about the top gun to me becoming a ny giants fan pipeline

[swissboyhisch]

It's Me lol

The poll I shared the other day is from a new blog I've started but it's not getting as much traction as I thought it would. So, I am going to post it to here as well.

I'm thinking of creating a writing discord server. Whether its original stories or fan fic writing. A ship or an oc story. A place where you can find other people who shares your interests in fandoms and writing. Maybe you'd be able to find a beta reader, or someone who is happy to help edit your story. Even to ask people questions about the world it takes place in. A place for everyone to encourage and motivate each other to reaching goals.

I'd love it if you answered the pole below and reblog it with things you'd love to see in a writing server.

I'd love for this to get as much traction as it could. Reblog, send to your friends you'd think would love this idea.

Imma tags some of my favourites :)

@mp0625 @cellythefloshie @offside-the-lines @wyattjohnston @astars-things

[jordyn14]

Do or Drink | Joe Burrow

Summary: A little game night with Joe sounded like a good idea, but when the dares get a little risky, it’s impossible to resist Joe.

Pairing: Joe Burrow x fem reader// first person

Words: 3954

Notes: this fic contains smut, 18+ only please

Joe and I were currently downstairs. I was sitting down on the couch opening up a new box of cards called 'Do or Drink,' and putting the different colored cards on the coffee table in front of me. My legs were curled up onto the couch and when I set the last cards down on the table, I looked back at Joe to see him pouring us some Vodka behind our bar. Per my request, he added other things to the drinks so they weren't as strong. I wanted to feel the alcohol a little bit, but I didn't want to get drunk, especially because I knew this game would be fun. I watched as Joe poured the vodka into each of our glasses before setting it back down on the counter. After he picked up the cap and began to twist it on the bottle, he looked up at me and we made contact. I was leaning over the couch and couldn't keep a straight face.

My man was so hot and Joe knew it. He knew that every time we made eye contact, I couldn't stop my cheeks from flushing red. He truly knew that he was a hot person too and that confidence only made him hotter. "Joey hurry, I'm getting excited." I said with a smile as joe poured other things into the drink and started to mix it with a metal mixer. "Okay, okay, it's done." Joe said and picked both of them up. While he made his way over to me, I turned back around and started to read the directions over again. The game was simple. You pick up a card, read the little dare on it, which could range from PG-13 to very, very, inappropriate, and either choose to do the dare or take a shot. Instead of taking shots, Joe and I decided to just take a sip of alcohol because we didn't want to get drunk too fast, depending on how long this game went on for.

I looked up at Joe as he sat down right next to me and set down our drinks. I picked up mine and brought it closer to me before rubbing my hands together. "I really hope this is fun." I laughed a little bit and picked up a card. "Trust me, it will." Joe chuckled as he rubbed his hands together and sat back on the couch, starting to manspread. I flipped the card and read it out loud. "Call your ex and tell them you want to get back together. Do this, take two shots, or quit playing." I said and shook my head, going to grab my drink. "Damn, that was fast." Joe laughed and watched as I took a hearty sip of alcohol. I set it back down and watched as Joe picked up his. "I don't even know where that dick is now." I laughed a little bit. Joe flipped over his card and chuckled to himself a little bit, putting his hand over his mouth slightly.

"Oh my gosh what is it?" I asked. Joe continued to laugh before he took a deep breath and composed himself. "Open your front door and yell at the top of your lungs," Joe started to say but continued to laugh. I started to laugh at how much Joe was struggling to get whatever it was out, so I leaned over to read it myself. Joe Angled the card towards me and I started to laugh even more. "I love Anal. No way." We both laughed. While laughing, Joe leaned forwards and grabbed his drink. "Can you imagine if someone heard?" I laughed. Joe took a big sip and then set his drink down. "Yeah. Latest news on Joe burrow, Cincinnati Bengals QB, he apparently loves anal." Joe said, pretending to read a news article about himself. "Hey, you might get more male fans." I laughed.

Joe looked at me like I was crazy and then elbowed me slightly. "Okay, Your turn." He chuckled. I picked up a card and read it. "Ooh now this one I can do. Name the sexiest feature of every person in the group or drink 6 times." I said and out the card back down. "Well apart from the obvious." I said, hinting at Joe's dick. Joe chuckled as I looked over at him and made eye contact with him. I looked at his extremely gorgeous blue eyes. They were amazing. I looked at his hair and that curl that always hung on his forehead. I looked at his jawline, his perfect lips and nose. I looked down to his body and his legs. "This is impossible, I literally love every single feature on you." I said, finding it impossible to pin point my most favorite thing. "Come on, name one thing that you love most of all." Joe said.

I scanned him more before my eyes landed on his hands. Those hands were definitely one of my favorites, and right now, I knew that I needed to say his hands. "Your hands." I said. I looked at Joes hands and all of the veins that were so visible and trailed up his arm. Those long fingers which I loved to feel inside of me. Even those bracelets that he always wore which he's been wearing less often because he needs to wear a brace somethings. I tore my eyes off of his hands and up to his eyes where he was smirking down at me with that cocky look in his eyes. "Oh stop it, you told me to name one of my favorite features so I did. Your turn." I laughed and elbowed him this time. "Hey, I didn't say anything." He put his hands up in a surrendering manner and reached over to grab a card.

"You didn't have to, those eyes said everything for you." I said. Joe picked up the card and read it with a laugh. "Okay, I'm seriously getting the stupid ones over here. Deep throat your banana or take a shot." Joe said and looked at me with a less than amused look on his face. I started to pretend to get off of the couch, acting like I was going to go get a banana from upstairs. "Sit your ass back down." Joe laughed and grabbed my arm. I sat back down with a laugh and picked up Joe's drink for him. "Welp, drink up." I said and handed it to him. Joe took it with a little eye roll and a smile and took a big gulp of his drink. Joe wiped his lips with the back of his hand before setting it back down.

Since it was my turn again, I picked up another card. I read it to myself and was about to read it out loud but instead set the card down and faced Joe more so I could do the small dare. "Are you gunna tell me?" Joe asked me, raising his eyebrow. I brought my hand up to my mouth and slowly put my finger in my mouth. I began to suck on my finger very sexually while never breaking eye contact with Joe. As I sucked on my finger, Joes eyebrows both raised and he fidgeted in his seat. I smiled with my finger still in my mouth, knowing I was turning him on. Finally, I pulled my finger out of my mouth with a little 'pop.' I began to laugh a little bit as Joe clenched his jaw slightly and began to adjust himself in his pants, his cheeks flushing red from watching me suck on my finger. I knew he was imagining it was his dick.

Joe wouldn't take his eyes off of me, so to stop him, I picked up a card for him and handed it to him without reading it. With a small glare, Joe picked up the card and read it. A smirk grew on his face as he read it and then looked up at me and set the card down. "Karmas a bitch, get on your hands and knees." Joe said, the smirk only growing on his face. "What, why?" I asked him. When he only gave me a shrug and waited for me to get on my hands and knees on the couch, I reached over for the card, wanting to know why, but he quickly grabbed the card away from me and slid it into his pocket so I could reach it. "Get on your hands and knees." He said. My core began to throb just from him saying this and my heart beat sped up in my chest.

I really wish it said fuck the person in front of you, because right now, I was horny just like Joe was. Listening to Joe, I got on my hands and knees, unable to suppress my laugh at how silly this probably looked since we were both clothed. I heard Joe shuffle on the couch before his hands found my waist. I sucked in a breath at the initial contact, but that wasn't even the best part. As soon as he grabbed onto my waist, he pulled my hips back to him slightly, just like if we were having sex. As soon as he pulled my hips back and my ass came in contact with his waist, I could feel his boner pressing up against me. I let out a small anticipatory groan at the fact that we couldn't have sex and moved my hips slightly against him. Joe soon started to move his hips as well, sliding his clothes boner up against my clothed heat which by now was soaking wet. "Fuck." Joe said at the feeling of him grinding up against me.

I dropped my head a little bit, getting hornier and hornier every time I felt his rock hard dick press against my heat. Finally, I reached back and swatted Joe's arm away from my waist. "Joe you have to stop." I said. As soon as I said this, Joe released me and moved to sit back down where he originally was. When I finally got off of my hands and knees and sat down, we were both a little flustered, the both of us extremely horny. "Fuck." Joe chuckled and ran his fingers through his hair. I looked down to his crotch while trying to steady my breathing and saw the big tent in his pants. Reaching over, I grabbed a pillow and tossed it on his waist. Joe sucked in a breath at the initial contact and looked up at me all confused. "I'm already horny enough. I don't need to see your boner right now." I said.

The both of us chuckled before I calmed down enough to pick up another card. I hoped it wasn't another sex position card because I didn't know how long I could last for. "Why?" I asked myself as I read my card. Joe just waited for me to read it. "Take off 3 articles of clothing or finish all of the players drinks." I said. I would need to take off 3 pieces of clothing. There was no way I could finish Joe's drink and my drink. They were pretty strong and I didn't want to get drunk tonight. "I can tell this game isn't lasting very much longer." Joe chuckled as I set the card down. "Which ones do I do? I don't want to be fully naked." I laughed and started with my shirt, leaving me only in a bra. Joe looked down to my chest and licked his lips. I took off my socks and then stood up.

Once up, I grabbed the sides of my sweatpants and started to take them off. Once they were down to my ankles, I stepped out of them, leaving me only in my panties. Joe looked at me, finding it hard to take his eyes off of me as he swallowed hard. I sat back down and curled my feet up onto the couch, goosebumps covering my skin from the lack of clothing. I looked over to see Joe staring at me. "Earth to Joe??" I asked with a small laugh. Joe snapped out of it and brought his eyes back up to mine. "Right." He said and grabbed a card. Joe read the card and as soon as he did, he pinched the bridge of his nose. "You've got to be kidding me. I feel like I should drink. I don't know how much longer I can last." Joe said, referring to his boner and the fact that we keep getting pretty sexual ones.

“Oh come on, where's the fun in that?" I giggled a little bit and reached for the card. Joe pulled it away from me with a chuckle and said, "fine. I need to put my hand in your panties for 2 minutes then." Joe said with a deep breath, preparing himself for this next one. I hesitated for a second, wondering if I'd be able to go 2 whole minutes with Joes hand down my panties without him touching me. "Easy money. Let's go." I said, hyping myself up while I leaned back on the couch more so Joe had easier access. Within a few seconds, Joes hand went from resting on his lap to finding its way over to me. His hand brushed against my lower stomach before slipping his fingers under the waistband of my panties. I sucked in a small breath at the initial feeling of him sliding his hand slowly into my panties and with his other hand, he got his phone out of his pocket and set it down on the couch so he could countdown.

Finally, his hand went down far enough and stopped. I refused to make eye contact with Joe. I knew that if I looked at him and saw those gorgeous blue eyes flooded with lust, strong jawline, and that cocky look on his face, that I wouldn't be able to let him take his hand out of my pants without him fingering me. I stared straight ahead instead and took deep breaths, trying to calm myself down, although I couldn't calm my racing heart beat and the throb that intensified with every passing second that his hand was in my panties. Just when I thought I was going to make it, Joe moved his fingers and one of them ghosted over my swollen and aching clit. I sucked in a breath and grabbed onto his hand. "Joseph," I said through gritted teeth, "stop moving your fingers." I said.

"Hey, you know I fidget a lot." Joe said. I glanced over at him and saw that smirk on his face. Damn. He was really enjoying watching me struggle with having his hands down my panties. "Well that isn't part of the dare, so stop it." I said. I looked down at his phone and just hoped that the time would be up soon. To take my mind off of it, I bit the inside of my cheek and put a little pressure on it, which did the trick. Finally, the two minutes were up, so Joe reluctantly took his hand out of my panties and began to chuckle at how hard it was for me. "You're a dick, you know that, right?" I laughed a little bit and fixed the waistband of my panties a little bit. "Oh come on. You love it." Joe chuckled some more and handed me another card.

I rolled my eyes with a sigh and flipped the card around. "No way. I'm drinking. I can't do this one. What’s with all the sexual ones?” I said and reached for my drink. "Wait, let me read it." Joe said and reached for the card. Once he grabbed it, he read it and nodded to himself. "There's no way you're getting out of this one. Lay down so I can clean your inner thigh." Joe said excitedly and put the card down. "What? No." I said, not wanting to add to the level of horniness I was currently feeling. "Oh come on, where's the fun in that?" Joe asked me with that adorable smile, copying exactly what I said when he read the previous card. "I am enjoying this game. To make it last, you better not try anything." I said with a glare, although I couldn't stop smiling. Joe reached forwards and grabbed my hips. With a giggle, he set me down on the couch.

Reaching behind my head, I grabbed the pillow and threw it on the ground so I was laying completely flat on the couch. Joe faced me and then grabbed my leg. I glanced down at him before propping myself up on my elbows. Joe started at my ankle and started to kiss up my entire leg. I let out a few sighs as he headed up towards my thigh. When he finally got to my actual thigh, he began to lick and kiss at the soft skin of my inner thigh and then trailed his lips up farther. Kissing, sucking, and biting. Continuous sighs fell from my parted lips at how close he was to my heat and when he went up farther, his nose brushed over my aching clit. I sucked in a breath and then let out a small moan. "Joe." I groaned out, knowing that if he didn't stop soon, I wouldn't want him to either.

Joe just replied by angling his head up slightly and making eye contact with me. Fuck it. I reached down and grabbed onto the sides of my panties, trying to pull them down. As soon as I moved and decided to end the game early, Joe reached forwards with his other hand and put it on my chest, pushing me back gently. I leaned back and laid down flat on the couch while Joe grabbed the sides of my panties. "Hurry." I said quickly, needing him to touch me. I lifted my butt up slightly to help Joe get them off and then he slid them off my legs. Once they were off, he tossed them onto the floor below us and then put both of his hands on my knees and spread them apart. "You're so fucking wet." Joe said. I looked down to see Joe staring down at my heat, his chest rising and falling quickly, flustered over seeing me like this.

“Joey." I groaned, needing his mouth on me and his fingers in me. I heard Joe moving on the couch and then within a few seconds, Joe blew cold air onto my wet fold. I let out an anticipatory moan at the feeling and fidgeted. Joe then grabbed both of my legs and pulled me towards him slightly. After a few seconds, I felt Joes tongue run through my slit before his tongue swirled around my bundle of nerves. "Oh fuck." I swore, arching my back slightly. Joe began to suck and lick at my clit, making soft moans fall from my parted lips. Once he sucked on my clit long enough, I felt his fingers sliding through my slit, but not in me yet. I clenched over nothing and fidgeted even more, needing his fingers inside of me. "Please." I said while moaning, his mouth never leaving my clit.

As soon as I said this, Joe slid two fingers inside of me. I let out a loud moan at the feeling, not expecting him to put both fingers in so quickly as he usually lets me get used to the feeling of one first. He then began to thrust his fingers in and out of me, creating a steady rhythm. "Oh my gosh." I practically cried out at the feeling. My whole body coursed with pure ecstasy and I wanted to feel this way forever. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I started to close Joe's head between my thighs. Joe's mouth detached from my clit but still fingered me. "Keep your legs open for me baby." Joe groaned. I bit my lower lip, finding it hard to keep my legs open, but finally moved my thighs apart with a loud moan. "That's it. Just like that." He said before going right back to what he was doing.

After doing that for a few more seconds, he added a third finger. The feeling of him stretching me out with just his fingers almost sent me over the edge. "Oh Joey." I moaned, sealing my eyes shut, unable to keep them open. The amount of pleasure I was feeling was unlike no other. I wanted to feel this every single second of every single day. He continued to thrust his fingers into me while sucking and licking at my clit. Eventually, I forced my eyes open to look at Joe and I saw him using the couch as a form of relief. While he worked me into a frenzy, he started to grind his hips into the couch, seeking out any kind of relief he could. Just as I looked at Joe, he looked up at me and we made eye contact. Joe smirked a little bit and then sucked on my clit more intensely and curled his fingers inside of me, rubbing the tips of his fingers against the soft flesh.

"Oh my gosh!" I practically screamed and collapsed on the couch. My back arched and I started to pull away from Joe, the pleasure proving to be too much. It was impossible to lay still on the couch with Joe down below me, pleasuring me in so many ways. I reached down with one hand and ran my fingers through Joe's hair before pulling at it slightly. I lifted my butt off of the couch as he once again curled his fingers inside of me and sucked hard on my clit. I felt Joe's hand on my lower stomach and he pushed me back down on the couch. I moaned loudly as I felt a knot in my stomach. I curled my toes and instead of pulling at Joe's hair, brought it down to where Joe's mouth was sucking on my clit. Although it felt amazing, it was starting to hurt a little too much.

"Too much." I moaned out. Joe listened immediately and instead started to flick his tongue over my clit, knowing that always made me crumble under him. Within a few seconds, that knot was back and I moaned his name one last time before my orgasm washed over me. "Joe!" I moaned out one last time before my body began to shake. My legs shook like crazy as Joe curled his fingers inside of me one last time before pulling them out of me. Joe's tongue left my clit and instead was placed in my slit, licking at my arousal, not wanting to waste a single drop. "I need you inside of me." I moaned once my high washed over me. I spread my legs some more just as Joe's head came back up and made eye contact with me. His hair was messy and sticking up because of me and he was breathing heavily. He had that dark and lust-filled look in his eyes as he crawled on top of me. I put my hands on his hips and leaned forward, capturing his lips with mine, tasting the remnants of myself. After a few seconds, Joe leaned back and looked down at me. "Are you ready?" Joe asked me. "Yeah." I sighed. I let out an anticipatory moan and prepared myself for Joe to thrust into me.

[idyllicbarb]

𝐇𝐔𝐁𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐃’𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄

pairing: sam x vlogger!reader

synopsis: it’s the offseason in the nfl, sam now being able to travel freely for a few months before camp starts. vlogger!reader meets sam during her vacation, not realizing how much they relate to each other. falling hard for one another opens up a world full of endless opportunities and a chance for both sam and reader to experience something they’ve been craving for the longest.

warning: angst, fluff, smut, sad!sam, smoking cigars, drinking, old-relationship trauma, cussing at each other, slow burn.

quote for series: “who are you, when you’re not performing?”

playlist: recommended songs for series

you smile as the water crashes along your feet, currently in orange beach, alabama. life for you is something else right now. leaving your hometown after college, you decide to start fresh. you flip your camera down to your freshly painted white toes. "so pretty guys, and it's calm out here!" you say to the camera as the wind blows in your face.

that was something else that you decided to do, vlogging. you didn't know what caused you to buy a camera and tripod, you just did. maybe this felt like a safe way to communicate how you feel about your life. it was a great idea, your mind telling you. birds in the distance fly throughout the sky, landing anywhere on the beach.

you're from florida, a fun time growing up there but too much trauma for you regarding your relationship. boyfriend of three years decided to cheat on you while you were in class. finding out by seeing there was lipstick smeared on your sink, the thing is, you only wear lipgloss. shaking your head from the flashbacks, you walk back to your covered chair.

in the distance is sam with a few of his friends from college. he's sitting down with shades covering his eyes while a random playlist is blasting through some speakers sam grabbed from the trunk of his rental. he's looking in your direction but you're too busy giggling at whatever is on your phone. hearing a friend call his name, sam stands up to greet him, leaving the thought of you in the back of his mind for now.

you pull up your shorts over your bikini, there's laughter coming from the left of you and you turn your head to see a group of guys hanging out. one man in particular sticks out to you, well maybe it's because he's wearing blue swim shorts, blue hat, and a chain around his neck. he's dapping up his friend with a smile on his face, you wonder if you should get his phone number. but you shake that thought out of you, realizing that he probably doesn't live where you live.

placing everything inside your tote bag, you turn to your camera, "it was a great time out here, i can't wait to explore the rest of orange beach with you guys!" you say with excitement in your voice before hitting save, closing your camera. putting your glasses on, you flag down the lifeguard and alert him that you're leaving.

"thank you for spending some time with us today," the young man, kendrick, says with a smile on his face. you give him a nice tip, "you'll probably be seeing me almost everyday dear, take care." you send him a friendly wink before walking back to your car.

sam seen the whole thing, he didn't even get a chance to see your face but is wanting to be near you. practically aching for some affection after his last relationship ended pitifully. maybe you'll be here in orange beach for a while just like sam.

conversation with his friend, jake, resumes again, sam hears something about going out to eat tonight. "yeah i don't mind man," sam responds with before taking a sip of his beer. the sun begins setting and the friend group returns back to their hotels to get ready for dinner. sam silently pleading he'll be able to run into you and get a conversation out of you.

—

i don't wanna give

you the wrong impression

you're listening to rihanna while applying mascara. feeing pretty enough to go out tonight, maybe make a few memories, feel happy for once in a while. you wipe away a stray tear not trying to get reminded of that horrendous event. your stomach feels as if its turning into knots while you continue doing your makeup.

taking deep breaths, you finish applying your blush to your cheeks. adding some eyelashes, you feel complete with how you did your makeup. closing everything and placing it inside of your bag neatly, you put your airpods in your ear letting the song continue to play.

i need love

and affection

you slip your sneakers on then putting some earrings on. smiling to yourself in the mirror, you feel amazing. feeling like the old you. grabbing your phone, you turn the music off and grab the keys to the rental car. you keep a few lights on in the condo to return back to, closing and locking the door, you hear kids giggling on the sidewalks.

a neighbor says hello to you in which you do the same, giving them a soft smile. walking down to your car, you get in and immediately start it. placing the car in drive, you head off into the nightlife finding anything that catches your eye. a local gift shop makes you park your car and head inside, finding a few people who are picking up figurines and merchandise.

and i hope i'm not

sounding too desperate

walking around for a bit, you come across some the pink section picking up a hello kitty jar and looking closely at it. the door to the store opens, a loud group of men coming inside. you turn your music up a little bit louder, not in the mood to deal with anybody.

i need love

and affection

sam hears music playing behind him, he sees your back and realizes that it's you. the same woman he seen earlier today on the beach.

you seemed to be very reversed and shy, not wanting anybody in your personal bubble. you were holding up a pink heart shaped tray, sam has to stop watching you when his friends calls his name. "sam, what you find?" jake asks, he blinks bringing himself back to reality.

"nothing yet, i'm still searching for some party decorations." sam replies as he moves in the direction of the blue section. you turn your volume down a little bit when hearing a few raspy voice, your eyes come in connect with sam's back. moving out of the section that you're in, you walk towards the decor aisle.

"your favorite color must be pink," a voice from behind speaks, causing you to pause your music and put your airpods in your pockets. you turn your head to come in contact with the man who you didn’t realize had you sworn at the beach. just to find out that he's.. sam hubbard?

you tilt your head to the side and he laughs, "yeah, i know, not used to seeing an athlete out roaming like this," and you nod your head in agreement remembering what sam first said to you, "yeah, i uh.. i do like the color pink! how'd you notice?"

sam points to the hello kitty jar that's in your hand, "this and you looking at pink pillows gives me the idea that you enjoy anything that is pink." you blush slightly, trying to hide the smile that's creeping up on your face. "well, thank you for noticing that, i'm y/n."

sam reaches his hand out to shake yours and you give him a small shake before pulling away slowly, "of course well, i'm sam hubbard, are you from here y/n?" you shake your head no and sam wants to scream the word 'yes' very loud. "where do you live? if you don't mind me asking of course."

"cincinnati.. ohio." you feel as if a freight train has just struck you. remembering how sam was born and raised there plus he still lives there since he plays for the bengals. "oh really? maybe you can come see me play." you cover your mouth from laughing really loud in the store, "what makes you think i'll watch those bengals games for you?"

sam steps a bit closer to you, "with the way i've had you giggling since i started speaking to you, i'm sure you'll want to see me more." you grin a bit at his cocky words, he's somewhat right but you'll never let him know. at least not at the moment, "yeah, whatever helps you sleep at night mr. sam hubbard."

sam snickers at your comment, "how about when you finish shopping, we can walk across the street to the ice cream shop?" you look up to meet sam's sincere eyes staring down into yours, "i um.. is this suppose to be a date?" you tease and sam chest rumbles with laughter, "if you want it to be, i just want to get to know you better. that's all." you hum at his words before walking around him to head to the register.

"don't go anywhere mr. ninety-four." you joke, turning your attention towards the cashier afterwards.

—

you placed your bags inside the car and walked over the busy orange beach streets to get some ice cream with sam. "you must be here on vacation?" he asks once you two are in line. "yeah, just needed a peace of mind." you shrug your shoulders, not wanting to talk about your past relationship. "i say you're here for the same thing as well?"

"yeah, decided to leave cinncinati for the off season." you hum at his words and walk up to the counter when you're the next two people in line. "oh! fudge brownie, that sounds so good." sam laughs at the way you're staring at the menu items, "what? a girl loves chocolate!"

"interesting. i thought you'd like vanilla or something." you frown and make a fake upset face, "you've mistaken me for a basic bitch. i'm never basic." sam just laughs and stares at you as you swing your hair off your shoulders.

"i must interest your mind, hubbard," you say with your mouth full of brownies after waiting for a few minutes for you two's order. "yeah, yeah, just seen you on the beach and was hoping i could come across you again."

"sounds somewhat stalker like don't you think?" you say with a smile on your face and sam chuckles at that, "you got a lot of jokes up your sleeves i see."

you’re about to reply to sam until you hear the same rihanna and future song that had been playing while you were doing your makeup earlier. “oh! this is my song, what you know about this?” you ask sam before singing off tune to the lyrics.

“can you love me for poor?” you move your hands around as you sing.

“i’m searchin’ for my soul.” sam lowly sings and you snap your eyes at him, “whoever turned ya cold, you need to let ‘em know.” you stopped singing, letting sam continue but he doesn’t as he stares into your eyes the way that he did earlier in the store. the song continues to play in the background.

i can work miracles

i’ll work you physical

and when i hold you close

you can feel my heart

beating from my clothes

[vanwritesfan-fiction]

Recovery

Requested by the lovely @harlowcomehome

Request: "I was thinking that maybe something happens where he gets injured during practice and he’s really upset about it. Maybe he just pulled a muscle in his hip or something and the reader takes care of him."

Warnings: language, references to injuries, just really cute fluff, things get a little smutty but nothing too serious

A/N: my first Jalen Hurts fic! Enjoy!

You were the first to wake up.

You took in a deep breath, slowly letting your eyes flutter open to the bright bedroom, sunlight pouring in through the windows. Instead of getting up as soon as you woke, like you usually did, you took the time to ground yourself.

You felt the cotton sheets against your bare skin, smooth to the touch. You listened to the comfortable silence of the room, Jalen's shallow breathing dancing around your ears. You let the scent of Jalen's aftershave flood your nostrils as you nestled your face into the crook of his neck, the weight of his arm draped around your waist a welcomed feeling of comfort.

There was no rush in starting the day, and there wouldn't be for a while until Jalen recovered from his shoulder injury. He suffered a torn rotator cuff during a game and was out for the rest of the season.

You smiled as you lifted your head, noticing how peaceful your husband looked as he slept. The previous days were marked with a painful surgery, frustrating physical therapy sessions and a somber mood that hung over the house. You just needed to get over the rough hump of his recovery, so you could get the energetic and outgoing love of your life back, but there was still a long road ahead of Jalen and moments like this were few and far between.

You gently grazed your thumb over the small scar he had on his left cheek, right underneath his eye. "Do I have something on my face?", Jalen whispered with a smile, his eyes still closed.

"I'm sorry, baby", you giggled, patting his chest, "please go back to sleep."

"I'm awake now." His arm around you tightened, his hand moving to palm your behind. "How did you sleep?", you asked, stroking along his jawline. "Painfully", he grunted out, struggling to adjust comfortably with a sling on his right arm.

"I'm sorry, baby. I wish there was something I could do. Something to take your mind off of everything."

"I have a couple ideas." He hummed. You jumped when he pinched your ass, his hand slowly trailing up the path of your spine.

"J...", you were nervous about injuring him further, so you denied any of his past advances, but it was getting more difficult with each passing day.

"Shhh, shhh, just kiss me." He gently guided you toward him, his hand at the base of your neck as you met for a gentle kiss, your mouth slightly agape as he nipped your bottom lip. You felt a warmth rush over your body as you separated quickly for a breath, your cheeks beginning to heat up. You playfully rolled your hips against his crotch, feeling him get hard against your thigh.

You didn't even realize where your hands had ended up until Jalen let out a sharp breath into your mouth. "Shoulder, shoulder, baby", he grunted out, throwing his head back in pain as realized you were leaning your body weight into his injured side.

"Oh my god. I'm so sorry!" You gently rolled off of him and climbed out of bed. "No more touching until you're completely healed, babe. I will not be responsible for you missing any more time than you have to." You grabbed your robe, covering up your silk chemise that you wore to bed. The scowl on Jalen's face made you chuckle. You sauntered over to him and grabbed at his jaw playfully.

"Its bad enough I'm useless right now, and now you wanna take away my favorite pastime?", he pushed out his bottom lip in a pout, knowing it was your weakness. "Don't worry, its not going anywhere", you teased, giving him a quick peck.

You spent the rest of the morning helping Jalen do his normal routine. You made his favorite breakfast, much to his chagrin, as that was something he usually did for you in the morning, and as much as he hated being waited on; his independences was everything to him, you were waiting in the wings to help him whenever he needed.

You were coming up the stairs with his medication and a glass of water when you heard a concerning groan coming from your bathroom. "Ah, fuck!", Jalen mumbled under his breath as he stood in the mirror trying to brush his hair. He had just gotten out of the shower by himself, against your best wishes, and was trying to get ready for the day.

"Baby, let me help you, please." He held up a finger, stopping you in your tracks. "No, I've got it." You watched as he struggled to brush with his non-dominant hand, dropping the brush in the sink. He let out a sharp breath through his nostrils, flexing his jaw out of frustration. "It don't need your help", he bit out, quick, to make sure you didn't try to intervene.

"I'm know." You threw up your hands to signal you understood, leaning against the doorframe. He tried again with the same result, this time, the wooden brush clattered to the floor. "Fuck!" He spoke almost at a yell, gripping the side of the sink.

"C'mon, I've seen enough." You picked the brush off the ground and grabbed Jalen's hand, guiding him to the bed. He sat down with a huff, and you stepped between his legs, his free hand gripping the back of your thigh. Jalen rested his forehead against your stomach, and you could feel him fall into you, his shoulders slumping over in defeat.

"I don't know why you're fighting my help so hard, babe." You brushed his hair from the crown to the nape of his neck, gentle repetitions as he nuzzled against you. His arm wrapped around the back of your legs, pulling you closer as you moved to brush the sides of his head, massaging his scalp with your nails.

"I'm struggling to see the other side of this." He finally admitted after minutes of silence. "I don't know what's waiting for me on the other side of this injury, and it scares me."

"I know, baby. I know." You whispered, rubbing circles on his back as you held him.

Up until today, he didn't want to let himself relax or show signs of weakness because he wanted to be strong in front of you. You were constantly worried about him and knowing that this could have been a career ending injury for Jalen consumed your thoughts. There are risks involved anytime you put yourself in harms way, but you never think it will happen to you, until it does.

"You remember our first date?" Jalen nodded without looking up, knowing the question was rhetorical. He would never forget that night. Jalen pursued you for months after meeting you through a mutual friend and finally, after weeks of asking you on a date, you said yes.

"I think we had only talked for about five minutes before I knew you were the one", you admitted with a chuckle. He let out a humorous breath, wincing in pain as he tried to move around.

"I had heard all of these things about you, how much of a player you were", you lifted his head up to look at you with your index finger, moving to brush his waves forward, "how arrogant you were on the field", you smiled as he looked at you, his eyes softening as you spoke, "so I was planning on blowing you off."

"There was no way in hell I was gonna let you do that." Jalen chuckled. He always got what he wanted, and as soon as he laid eyes on you, watching you walk to your table, the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, he knew he never wanted to let you go.

"Do you know why I knew you were the one?" You paused before continuing. "I was giving you some lame excuse for why it took so long to agree to go on the date, and you said, "Its okay, I'd wait for you forever. I don't know how to quit." Jalen bit at his bottom lip as he contemplated your words.

"J, I know that this is hard, but in all the time I've known you, you've been true to your word. You don't know how to quit, especially when it comes to the important things in life." You could see the life return to his eyes as he listened to you.

"I have no doubt that the only thing waiting for you on the other side of this injury, is you playing your best game, and I'll be there with you every step of the way." You cupped his face in your hands, rubbing your knuckles along his jaw.

"I was right, you know." He flashed his pearly whites as he stood, pulling you into his body. "About what?", you asked as you rested your hands on his chest, careful of his shoulder.

"Waiting for you to come around. Best decision I ever made in my life."

[tampatom12]

Would a Mahones/Burrow fic offend everyone in the nfl fandom?

It honestly might, anon!!

However, I also think that people would be intrigued by it because of how unusual of a pairing they are, so whatever the story is about, it would definitely get some readers attracted to it!!!

Also, I know that some people love the whole Burrow/Mahomes rivalry thing, so it could easily be an enemies to friends lovers story. (:

Anyway, while I understand the perspective of the Burrow/Mahomes rivalry, I personally don't think that their rivalry is all that deep. 🤷🏻‍♀️

Not to get too off topic here, but I do want to add that the Burrow/(Josh) Allen rivalry makes a lot more sense to me in general!!!!!

But back to your original question, anon:

As we all know, anything and everything can offend people, no matter what. While a Burrow/Mahomes story would definitely catch some side-eye, I also think that if you want to see then together and are a writer, please GO FOR IT!!!!!

But if you were only asking this in a hypothetical way and don't actually intend to ever read or write for this pairing, that's ok too. 🙂

Bottom line: A Burrow/Mahomes fic would for sure be interesting, even if these two don't really make a whole lot of practical sense overall and would likely weird out/offend the NFL fandom a little. (: 😅💞

[joesburrows]

After much back and forth, I have decided to go ahead and republish “Damn, I Wish I Was Your Lover” after the supportive feedback I keep getting for it! You can check it out here.

It really means a lot to me that so many people loved it and wanted to see it republished even if I wasn’t proud of it. I promise I’ll get to work on the second part soon!

Much love. 🧡

[youngeditor1999]

Psssstttt...I decided to post the first four chapters of my new NFL RPF story...