#sam hubbard x reader

[hubbvrd]

Don you still take request? If you, can you #5."But you hate [food]" — "Yes but you love them. So I get them." with Sam Hubbard, please

Cinnamon rolls | Sam Hubbard

summary — Sam and you are spending a day in the mall. Your boyfriend literally reads your every wish from your lips and so he then buys you cinnamon rolls, which he doesn't really like, but after a brief persuasion on your part he tries them and maybe he doesn't think they're so bad?

pairing — sam hubbard x reader

words — 1096

notes — thanks for your request. I hope you like it!🧡

Hand in hand, you and Sam stroll through the mall. In your left hand and Sam's right is a bag or two, which suggests that your shopping trip has been pretty successful so far.

You've spent the last two hours exploring countless stores and the odd item has made your pockets fuller and your money a little less.

"I'm really hungry, Sammy," you look up at your boyfriend, almost pouting, who looks down at you with a broad grin on his lips.

Actually, Sam didn't really like shopping, as he was always in a bad mood or would find a cozy corner to sit in most of the time while you were lost in your shopping frenzy.

But today Sam seemed to be quite excited about the shopping trip, because Sam seems to have changed this time.

The Bengals player hadn't sat down once or looked bored. On the contrary. He was pretty much in his shopping element too, so you ended up being the one who had to wait for your boyfriend.

"Then we should eat something. I don't want my girlfriend to starve to death"

Sam gently pulls you over to the corner of the mall where there is a large selection of different meals.

"That's really very nice of you, Hubbard" you reply with a grin as you look around and try to decide from the huge selection of different foods.

"There's so much to choose from. How am I ever supposed to decide?" you tilt your head and look at your boyfriend, who rolls his eyes with a grin.

"What are you most hungry for?" Sam asks you as he follows your gaze, hoping to find out what you want to eat by looking at you.

"Hm, burgers and fries doesn't sound too bad, but I guess I'm not too hungry for that..." you begin to think aloud as your eyes wander over to a small stall selling your favorite pastries.

Cinnamon rolls. The sweet pastry that always makes you weak in the knees.

Ever since you tried this pastry for the first time at your grandma's about twenty-two years ago, you were hooked and could eat it in quantities almost every day.

In fact, you had already tried baking them yourself a few times, but either something went wrong or your cinnamon rolls didn't taste anywhere near as good as your grandma's, so you finally gave up and the cinnamon rolls from the bakery had to suffice until the next time you visited your grandma.

"Cinnamon rolls, then" Sam noted with amusement after finally finding out which stand you were literally staring at.

But actually, Sam should have known exactly, because he knew how crazy you were about these pastries. "Then I should go over and buy some cinnamon rolls."

"But you hate cinnamon rolls..."

"Yes but you love them. So I get them."

Sam kisses your cheek before setting his bags down next to you and then walking over to the stall to get you cinnamon rolls.

It was really sweet of him to wait in the long line to get your favorite pastry, which he didn't even like.

You kept trying to convince Sam that the cinnamon rolls were the best pastry.

Each time, however, Sam had grimaced in disgust and visibly struggled not to spit out the pastry.

Each time you had watched this moment with a laugh, even though we had felt rather sorry for your boyfriend that he was once again struggling with the pastry, which he seemed to detest above all else.

It was a few minutes before Sam came back with a packet of fresh cinnamon rolls, which seemed to be still warm - the way you loved them best.

"They're even still warm?" you ask with wide eyes as Sam opens the lid of the box and the smell of cinnamon and yeast dough begins to fill your nose.

"Yes, I asked if I could have some of the fresh and warm ones. I know how much you love them warm," he replies with a smile on his lips as he lifts a perfectly shaped cinnamon rolls out of the box and holds it in front of your lips.

Without hesitating for long, you take a big bite and begin to moan with pleasure as you chew the warm cinnamon roll and close your eyes for a few seconds to fully absorb the taste.

"That good?" Sam asks you with a grin as he watches with amusement as you stand there chewing.

"Incredibly good" you reply, mumbling, before taking another bite of the cinnamon roll.

Over the past few months, you've visited countless bakeries to buy cinnamon rolls, but none of them have come close to the ones your grandma baked, except for this one.

"They taste like my grandma's. Really!" you babble as you shove the rest of the cinnamon roll into your mouth and then lick the cinnamon off your fingers.

"I should probably try it then, shouldn't I?" With a grin on his lips, Sam opens the box again to take out a cinnamon roll for himself.

"But you don't like cinnamon rolls..."

"If this one tastes like your grandma's, then I have to try it, don't I? Because if you always rave about your grandma's cinnamon rolls so much, I have to give them a chance. Because the next time we're together at your grandma's and she makes cinnamon rolls, I don't want to disappoint her."

You watch Sam excitedly as he brings the cinnamon roll to his mouth and then takes a big bite, which he chews on for quite a long time without changing his expression, making you slightly impatient.

"Aaaaaand?" you ask impatiently.

"Wow. I mean awesome. The cinnamon roll is really good. Better than the other disgusting cinnamon roll stuff you've been feeding me for the last few months." A wide grin forms on Sam's lips before he shoves the rest of the pastry into his mouth.

"Ha, you finally believe me! And I can hardly wait for you to try my grandma's cinnamon rolls soon. They're twice as good as these. But I can finally love and accept you completely."

"Oh, so you didn't love and accept me completely before?" Sam asks, almost indignantly, as he carefully puts the packet away in a bag.

"I did, but even more so now" you quickly save your words and press your lips to Sam's before your boyfriend can even begin to say anything back.

And so nothing could stand in the way of your grandma's cinnamon rolls.

[chattahoochiecoochie]

Audience

Summary: A girlfriend wakes up in bed with her boyfriend(s), and an audience.

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: Exhibitionism / Excessive Roughness / Voyeurism

A/N: For starters, I strictly watch college football so this whole AFC nonsense is beyond my understanding. If it doesn’t involve an SEC school, I’m not watching. Second off, y’all don’t even want to know how long I sat at my desk looking like a lunatic trying to figure out the physical bit of it all. Madness. If you hate it, I’m innocent. If you love it, I’m gods gift to you. Anyways, find the rest here.

It’s warm when you wake up, a mix of sunlight and body heat radiating over the bed. Sam is already awake on your left, sitting with a water glass in one hand and his phone in the other. With a leg tangled between yours and a hand on your stomach, Joe is on your right, still snoring faintly, the tiniest little sound bleeding out as his chest rises and falls.  

Slipping out of his reach, you curl against Sam’s waist, burying your head against his thigh—taking the covers with you to shield yourself from the sun that’s slipping through a gap in the curtains. For half a second, you miss your own bed and the fact that you wake up to windows facing the west most days.

A heavy breath passes through your nose, and you can feel Sam shift beside you. If he’s noticed you’re awake, he doesn’t say anything outright. There’s a shuffle above you, the sound of glass meeting wood as he sets his water down on the nightstand. Soon after, there's a rustle of bed sheets and then a hand on the back of your skull, fingers tangled in your hair. You sigh subconsciously at the sensation, forgetting the thought of your own bed entirely. The attention that's paid to you in this one is worth being woken up by the sun. Smiling softly against his waist, you nuzzle your nose into his boxers.

“Baby?” His voice is low and tentative, sending a warm tingle down your spine. You move against him, letting the duvet slip down from where you’ve been holding it.

The movement answers for you, and slowly but surely, his hand falls from your head as he slides his calloused palm beneath your shirt and over your skin until he lands on the spot between your shoulder blades. Clipped nails scrap against your spine, short up and down motions until you shiver beneath his hand.

With heavy eyes and an arm keeping the pillowy cotton of the comforter at bay, you peek up at him, blinking slowly through the sunlight. He’s looking at you, phone forgotten in his lap. Blue eyes red-rimmed, face slack and tired. It makes you wonder how long he’s been up. It's not unusual for him to be up before you and Joe, often falling victim to his internal clock. But he deserved to sleep in today—with last night’s game and subsequent win—they both deserved a day or two in bed if they wanted it.

You smile softly at him, releasing the comforter altogether in favor of clinging to him. Winding an arm around his waist, you find the other side of his boxers and let yourself play with the band while he waits for you to get your bearings. He’s gentle with you in the mornings, they both are—whether you wake up in their bed or your own—keen on the way you take forever to come to.

“Morning, babygirl.” It’s raspy, said in the same low voice as before. You’re slow to respond, smiling softly at him as the words fall over you.

“Morning, champ.”

His mouth quirks at the nickname, lips curling into an easy smile as he draws his hand upwards, dragging on your spine to reach the base of your neck, tussling your hair until he’s caught in it.

“You sleep okay? Last night was a lot.” He’s earnest, eyes searching your face for an answer before you can even think to give one. The truth is, it’s the best night sleep you’ve had in a while.

Exhausted by the game and the revolving door of tweaked knees, you’d been unprepared for the whirlwind that came after the win. In an instant, they’d gone from third and goal to six points up, with the AFC north championship secured for a second year running. It was madness. The aftermath on the field, the cigars in the locker room amongst a swarm of press personnel. The partying afterward downtown, with fans on every corner.

By the time the three of you stumbled out of an Uber at nearly three in the morning, you could hardly keep your head up or your eyes open. You can pick out flashes of it—them giggling and screaming up the driveway, sudden hushed tones when you’d gotten through the door and into the dark. Someone had carried you up the stairs to bed. Someone else had undone your shoes and gotten you out of your dress. It was a blur, and the sheets had been so warm and so sweet—you’d been gone the moment your head hit the pillow.

You don’t tell him this, instead smiling to yourself as the image of him in the end zone, staring up at the scoreboard, crosses your mind. “I’m good. It was good.” You say, fingers playing across his abdomen. “I’m really proud of you.”

“Yeah?” He’s smirking softly at you, never one to shy away from praise. His success matters to him, and he’s eager to know if it matters to someone else, to you.

You watch with a tired smile as he slides down into the bed next to you, rolling onto his side to face you, smirk permanent on his lips when he’s finally at eye level. His brow is raised, daring you to praise him again. You do.

“Very. You are,” You pause momentarily, pretending to think hard about your next words. “The best defensive back I know.”

“So you know a lot then?” He plays at curiosity, feigning jealousy. You shrug at him, trying to seem playfully nonchalant.

“A few.”

“They’re not like,” He glances down at the mattress for a moment before looking up at you through his lashes, letting them flutter for dramatic effect. The effort makes you giggle. “Two-time AFC North champions, though, are they?”

“Well, lets see, there's Jeff, Trey, Joseph—”

“Okay, let me ask you this then.” He wiggles next to you, putting an arm over your waist as he gets even closer. “You’re not doing all this with any of them, right?”

“Doing what, exactly?”

“You know, waking up in their bed, in their jersey, looking all pretty with your hair a mess.”

You grin at him and shake your head quickly, blushing. “Nope. That’s all you.” You look down at your chest for a second, chin tucked as you inspect the jersey you’re wearing. Glancing back up at him, you smirk. “I think this is Joey’s though, if that matters.”

“I’ll get over it.” His mouth is over yours, the stubble on his chin scratching your skin as he kisses you. He’s softer than usual, dulled by the night before. The hand on your waist is steady, slipping slowly until he’s cupping your face and pressing you into your pillow, tongue sliding on your lip. You let him in, relaxed by his touch.

For a moment, you stay there, underneath him, feeling hazy. He’s easy on you, all smiles and playful bites. Smirking against him, you feel your jaw slacken when his teeth hit yours. He smiles at the contact, grinning against you. Nipping gently at you, his hand leaves your face, pulling what's left of the comforter off of you.

You shiver at the sudden change in temperature, clinging to him as he takes its place over your body. Leg draped over your thighs, he kisses you deeper, sighing when you make a sound under him. He’s sweeter this morning than he often is, gentle as his tongue sweeps over yours. Sweeter still when his hand ghosts over your chest, skimming your breast before landing on your hip, holding you steady when you writhe beneath him.

Arms around his neck, you roll into him, whimpering when your hip meets the heat growing between his legs. It’s searing, pouring off of him in slow, steady waves. You’re so close to him, but if you could just—

You stop short as the mattress dips on the other side of you. Sam goes still on you, watching closely from the corner of his eye as Joe squirms beneath the sheets beside you, shifting closer to you until an arm finds its way around your waist and he pulls his weight to your back, fingers splayed to clutch you tightly.

“Joey?” Asks Sam, peering over you with a brow quirked.

“Morning.” The blond has his face buried in your jersey, drawing shallow breaths against the fabric. He’s warm, the sleepy kind that’s soft and almost damp. He’s hardly awake, it seems, still heavy and rigid on the bed beside you.

“There’s the big guy. How you feeling, buddy?” Sam’s attention fractures and you move against him impatiently, mind clouded by the nerves that had just begun to wind in your stomach.

“That’s king in the north, to you.” You can feel him smile against you as he moves behind you, slipping the jersey off your shoulder to leave a kiss in its place.

“Woke up with an ego, huh?” The words are half lost when he kisses you again. Finally. Forehead against you, the tip of his nose brushing yours as he nuzzles against you, there’s a soft smirk playing on his lips when you peck at him, a whine in your throat.

“Something like that. Y’all in the middle of something, or?” Joe leans over your shoulder, resting his chin on your collarbone as Sam nips at your lips, taunting you every time you buck up against his weight.

“Sort of.” It's playful, Sam’s tone. Gentle and teasing, but guilt strikes you anyways, splitting the warmth between your legs like a knife when you glance back to see Joe looking curious.

It’s never been one without the other—ever. Your brow knits in sudden panic. “Did—we can—”

“—Go ahead, then. I’ll watch.” He says it plainly, as if it’s the simplest thing in the world. He’ll watch.

Sam looks at you, a familiar glint in his blue eyes. “What’d you say, baby? You wanna give Joey a show?” Your lips part, an answer catching on your tongue. Yes, you want to say, but all you can manage is some sort of nervous squeak.

Understanding you in a way that only they can, the grin on Sam’s face stretches wide. Arm around you, he rolls onto his back, pulling you onto his bare chest. The tired sweetness from before is forgotten, replaced by all the aggression you know he’s capable of.

He’s heavy on you, everywhere all at once. Nails dig into the skin of your thigh before dragging deep scratches up your hip. Hand under your jersey, he’s got his palm on your breast, pressure mounting as he works his fingers over your flesh. It’s blinding—the swell of nerves that flash down your spine with every touch. You fumble next to him, knees weak and hands uncertain as you grasp at him.

He’s enormous compared to you and impossible to grasp at. Going for his waist, where you know you can at least hold the band of his boxers, you miss, skimming his front instead. You groan, lips parted as he kisses you hard—forcing the air out of your lungs as his hand finds your throat.

“Slower Sammy, let her catch up.” Behind you, Joe speaks up, gentle as ever. You’re suddenly aware of him once more, registering the dip in the mattress as he adjusts himself. On you, Sam’s slow to the take, grunting incoherently before finding some of the patience that comes so easily to Joe.

You gasp as his hand relaxes on your neck. Reaching again for the band of his boxers, and with more focus than before, you find the elastic, letting your fingers slip over it to touch the curve of his adonis belt. Sam makes a sound, bucking his hips into your hand. There’s a whine on his tongue when he kisses you next, lips pouting on yours. Hand over yours he pushes your fingers down, holding them over the fabric.

“Tell her what you want.” As if he has to. You can feel him in your hand, heavy and hard and waiting. Needing.

“Touch me.” His voice is raw, husky. You tremble against him, shaking hands tugging at the checkered cotton until he’s bare in your hand. Cradling your head, he’s light underneath you, watching through dark eyes as you touch him.

He shudders, twitching in your hand as his hips buck involuntarily. You glance up at him, blushing when you find his jaw slack, head dropped against the wall. Slowly, you feel him out, dragging your nails up his shaft, delighted when he trembles again. He’s in a plain state of agony, straining to trust you, to be patient.

“Like this?” Brushing your thumb across the head, you look back at Joe. Curious eyes finding his, you let your brow quirk, feigning innocence. He nods at you, mouth set in a tight line. Just like that.

Wrapping your fingers around him, you gently stroke him again before bringing your hand to your mouth. The sound you make is indecent, dribbling as you spit into your palm. Seconds later, you’re reaching for him again only to find his hand in your place, pulling hard.

Putting your hand under his, you do your best to follow his pace, stroking with him until his hand falls to the mattress, limp as he lets you take over. “That’s it. Don’t forget the rest of him, either, pretty girl.”

Beside you, Joe’s flat on his back, head turned to watch you as he rubs a palm over the front of his briefs. His eyes are heavy, voice thick when he speaks. He’s watching you alright, and liking it too.

You follow his instructions, looking over your shoulder at him as you let your nails drag over Sam’s balls, drawing out a loud groan when you roll them between your fingers. You forget them only a second later, pulling your fist back up his shaft as his body rotates into you. Brows knit together, you keep stroking, lip pulled between your teeth as you split your focus between the two of them.

“Baby…” Picking his head up, Sam looks down at your hand, patience waning. “Please.”

“Don’t be mean to him. Go on and use that pretty little mouth.” You glance back at him, shivering as a pulse runs down your legs. Put your mouth on him. Give Joey a show.

Shimmying down the mattress, you’ve got your eyes on Joe when your lips find Sam, tongue sliding over the tip to taste the fluid leaking from it. He’s warm and salty on your lips when you put your mouth over him. The weight of him, the feeling of their eyes on you—you’re drooling in an instant.

“Look at him.” Joe nods towards Sam, rubbing himself steady over his briefs as a stain starts to pool on the fabric. “Look at her Sammy, being so good.”

You can see him above you through your lashes, right hand clutching at his chest, left hand searching for something to hold. He’s got his eyes open, jaw slack. You fight a smirk, hollowing your cheeks instead before taking him deeper. He’s too big and too thick to take for so long, but you try anyway, gagging and drooling as you lose your breath.

“That’s a good girl. Go slow. In through your nose.” Joe’s steady beside you when you glance sideways at him. He’s nodding, baby blue eyes looking eagerly at you. “Hold her head, Sam.”

Moments later, his fingers are in your hair, gripping you tight as he holds you on himself, forcing you down further. He’s deep, pushing past what you can take, and you can feel tears pricking at your eyes. It’s so much at once—too much—and then he’s giving you slack, watching closely through heavy eyes as you cough and gag when his hips relax.

The motion repeats over and over again. Too deep, for too long, and then a second to yourself until tears are running down your face. You’re rubbing your thighs together, watching Joey with panicked eyes as he mouths off more instructions to Sammy. You can hear him, see him, but it’s too much to focus on him as you struggle to breathe.

“Touch.” You catch him saying. Touch what? “Touch him.”

You do, weak hand at the base of his shaft, fingers dragging over his balls as he bucks up into your mouth. His hand is tight in your hair, hips sharp as he thrusts himself into your mouth, meeting the back of your throat with a groan.

“Fuck, Joey. I can’t—” The hand on you goes limp, falling to the mattress as he spills into your mouth, pooling on your tongue until you can do little else but swallow and drool. It’s warm, familiar, and the finality of it makes you sigh heavily as you collapse onto his lap.

It’s quiet for a moment, save for Sam’s racing heartbeat and your own shaky breath. Joe’s somewhere close, looming next to you when you finally summon the strength to open your eyes. Your lips are tacky, and you swallow hard before licking at them, a shallow mewl slipping out when you taste what’s left behind.

Leaning up next to you, Joe’s reaching for you, wiping the drool from your chin with his thumb before bringing it to his lips. He sucks it off with a playful moan, trademark spark in his eyes. “You’re all tuckered out, huh?”

You mumble something that sounds like a yes, struggling to keep your eyes open, and he laughs softly, stroking your chin once more. “Sammy, what about you, big guy?”

“I’m good. I’m good. Where’s she at?” He’s breathing heavily, gasping in between sentences. A heavy hand swats your head, fingers grabbing at nothing before finding a bit of tangled hair to grasp at. He tugs at it, pulling gently at you like some sort of overgrown child. “Give her here.”

“You sure?”

“Please.” Lifting you with delicate hands, Joe helps you crawl up Sam’s lap until you’re resting on his abdomen, fingers playing across his ribs as you settle into him. He’s warm, damp with a faint sheen of sweat. Breathing deep, you press your nose against him. It’s musky, an indistinct powdery smell drowned out by something vaguely acidic. You’ll never be over it, the scent of them lingering on your skin, on the sheets, on the clothes they let you borrow.

A memory of the night before flashes through your mind—Joey’s slipping his jersey over your head in the locker room, grinning at you. You can still smell the nylon, the scent of sweat and pinewood that stayed on your mind all night long, standing in his place when he wasn’t at your side. You can smell it now, just barely there, if you focus hard enough.  

You look up at the blond in question, eyes softening when you find his face. There's stubble on his chin and bags under his eyes, yet somehow he’s just as handsome as ever. Smiling, you reach for him, searching for a bit of skin to touch, for something to hold on to.

“I’m right here.” He says, taking your hand as he makes space for himself beside the two of you, head falling onto Sam’s shoulder. “I’m right here, pretty girl.”

A/N: I think its safe to say my niche is funny dialogue, but hey if you don’t get out of your depth you’ll never learn. That being said, it’s back to brocedes for now. 

[lushlovers]

do you have more Sam fics for us 😩

need you, S Hubbard

summary; you tend to get needy when there's alcohol in your system

warnings; very clean dirty talk lol, drinking and drunk reader duh, sam rejecting you a LOT, sam being flustered and adorable.

word count: 618

note; for you?? of course i have more sam!!! i envisioned a dress with a high slit, like this! but feel free to use your imagination. he's so awkward and cute i cry. very grateful for every single person who follows me and reads all my stuff, i love you all 501 of you very dearly <3.

The two of you were quite opposite. Sam's always been more reserved and introverted while you are talkative with whoever you meet and almost completely extroverted. With his and his teammates' growing social status and relevancy, he's been forced to come out of his shell more than he ever thought imaginable. Very often you force him out of the house to go out to the bar with your hometown friends.

What Sam typically dislikes is having to be the designated driver whilst his gorgeous girlfriend practically throws herself at him. Your leg has been draped lazily across his thighs all evening, but the more you drank the more you were all over him. "C'mon Sammy, we can slip off to the bathroom, no one'll notice" you giggle, making his face turn an even deeper shade of red if that's even physically possible.

He can feel his face warming up more and more following every dirty little thing you whisper into his ear as you kiss along his neck and slightly stubbled jaw line. Now that he has to find a way to get your stumbling form from here to his car sitting outside, he's regretting letting you drag him out tonight. You're smirking up at him so mischievously he doesn't even know what to do or say, which leads to him struggling to form a sentence, "Maybe w-we should head home?"

Embarrassingly enough his voice cracks as he attempts to get his words out, "Mmm, yes please," your teeth sink into your bottom lip, still doing you best to seduce him. He stifles a laugh at the way you misunderstood his wording, "No, like, go home and get you in bed." Your brows raise at that, "NO! Like sleeping."

It takes him up most of twenty minutes to get you into the car, but when he does, he's quick to shut your door and get on the road as soon as possible. You flutter your lashes at him as he reaches across your body to buckle your seat belt, "Y'could help me out just a little," he mutters. Once more your minds in the gutter as you bite back a response, "I would love to," you whisper grabbing at his wrist and placing his hand high upon your thigh, close enough for his finger to brush against your lacy panties.

Sam's quick to snatch it away and does everything he can to keep from allowing your teasing touches throughout the whole car ride. Before he realizes it, he's pulled into the driveway, but you're no longer making your flirty comments, instead snoring to your hearts content in an alcohol fueled coma. Without you moving a muscle Sam scoops you up bridal style and carried you to the front door, he didn't think through unlocking the door which led to a bit more struggle before he gets you into bed.

He makes his way to the in suite to find a makeup wipe and something more comfortable than the dress you're sporting right now, when he does, he returns to find you attempting to get your dress unzipped. "What me to help," you glance up at him slightly and nod, all the drinks are suddenly hitting you and you realize how bad thing is going to feel tomorrow morning, after he assists you, he gives you one of his t-shirts to sleep in.

Once you're comfortable in bed, Sam decides to go and get himself ready for bed, this time when he returns, he shuts out the lights and finds you sprawled out onto both sides of the bed. He snorts at that as he tries to wiggle his way into bed beside you and pulls you into him.

[hornyforherbert]

I Just Wanna Be With You ✧

WC: 938

CW: Fluff, Kissing

Pairing: Sam X Female Reader (Y/n)

A/N: To the anon who requested, I hope you love this and it’s what you envisioned! Thank you for requesting.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own the Cincinnati Bengals or Sam Hubbard and I am NOT affiliated with either of them in any way. This is simply fiction! Enjoy reading.

As I stepped into Sam's house, the scent of cinnamon and vanilla filled the air. The cozy atmosphere made me feel at home, even though I'd been here countless times before. Sam and I had been best friends for years, spending lazy offseason Sundays watching movies and sharing secrets.

"Hey, Y/n," Sam greeted me with a warm smile, his eyes shining with genuine affection. It was moments like this that made me wonder if there could be something more between us.

"Hey, Sam," I replied, feeling my heart flutter at the sight of him. His tousled brown hair and easy smile never failed to make my stomach do somersaults.

"I made your favorite, chocolate chip cookies," Sam said, gesturing towards the kitchen where a plate of freshly baked treats sat on the counter. He always knew how to make me feel special.

"You're the best, Sam," I beamed, walking over to grab a cookie. The warm, gooey chocolate melted in my mouth, and I couldn't help but let out a content hum.

"So, what movie are we watching tonight?" I asked, settling onto the couch next to Sam. His presence was comforting, familiar, and yet tonight, it felt different.

"I was thinking we could watch that rom-com you love so much," Sam suggested, his eyes meeting mine. I could see a hint of something more in his gaze, a spark that hadn't been there before.

"Sounds perfect," I replied, trying to push away the sudden rush of emotions welling up inside me. Sam was my best friend, my confidant, but lately, I couldn't shake the feeling that he was something more.

As the movie played on the screen, I found myself stealing glances at Sam, noticing the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed and how his hand brushed against mine innocently.

"Y/n," Sam's voice interrupted my thoughts, bringing my focus back to him. "There's something I need to tell you."

My heart pounded in my chest as I turned towards him, wondering what could be on his mind. "What is it, Sam?"

Sam took a deep breath, his gaze unwavering. "I know we've always been friends, but lately, I've been feeling something more. I've been wanting to tell you for so long..."

My breath caught in my throat as I listened to Sam's words. Could it be that he felt the same way I did? Was this the moment I had been waiting for?

"Y/n, I just wanna be with you," Sam finally confessed, his voice raw with emotion. And in that moment, everything fell into place. It was as if all the pieces of our friendship had been leading to this.

"Sam," I whispered, tears brimming in my eyes. "I've been feeling the same way. I just didn't know how to say it."

Without another word, Sam cupped my face in his hands and brought his lips to mine in a tender, sweet kiss. It was everything I had ever dreamed of and more.

The world fell away as we lost ourselves in each other, finally crossing that invisible line from friends to something deeper, something more. The love that had always been there blossomed into something beautiful and undeniable.

From that moment on, Sam and I were inseparable. Our days were filled with laughter, inside jokes, and stolen glances that spoke volumes without any words.

"I can't believe this is real," I sighed one sunny afternoon as we lounged in Sam's backyard, the smell of fresh-cut grass mingling with his cologne.

Sam wrapped his arm around me, pulling me close. "It's as real as it gets, Y/n. You and me, together."

The happiness that bubbled inside me was overwhelming, a warmth that spread from my heart to every corner of my being. Sam was my rock, my partner, my everything.

"I have something to show you," Sam said suddenly, a mischievous glint in his eye. He led me to his garage, where a makeshift painting easel stood in the middle.

"What's this?" I asked, intrigued by the unexpected surprise. Sam had always been full of surprises, but this was a new level of creativity.

"Close your eyes," Sam instructed, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips. I obeyed, feeling a mix of anticipation and excitement building inside me.

When Sam finally allowed me to open my eyes, I gasped in awe at the sight before me. On the canvas was a painting of us, laughing under a cherry blossom tree, the colors vibrant and alive.

"Sam, this is amazing," I breathed, feeling a surge of emotion well up inside me. His talent never failed to impress me, but this was different. It was us, immortalized in a moment of pure joy.

Sam wrapped his arms around me from behind, resting his chin on my shoulder. "I wanted to capture our love, our happiness, in a way that words never could."

And in that moment, as we stood surrounded by the beauty of his creation, I knew that Sam was more than just my best friend. He was my soulmate, my true love.

As the days turned into weeks, and the weeks turned into months, our love only grew stronger. We faced challenges together, laughed together, and found solace in each other's arms.

"I can't imagine my life without you, Y/n," Sam whispered one night as we lay tangled in bedsheets, the silver moonlight casting a soft glow over our entwined bodies.

I pressed a kiss to his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my lips. "I never want to be without you, Sam. You're my everything."

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed!

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[idyllicbarb]

𝐇𝐔𝐁𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐃’𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄

pairings: 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

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[mendesbadrepuation]

Touch Her Again. I Dare You. || Joe Burrow

That moment when you get placed between Sam Hubbard and Ja’Marr Chase as a protection force so your boyfriend Joe can kick some ass.

Pairing: Joey Brrr x femreader!

TW: y’all it’s jealousy Joe back again to play, protective Joe, a few curse words, mentions of blood, a brief fight, a spicy kiss and I believe that’s all that is up my sleeve on this smutty Tuesday night...

Enjoy my loves! :)

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You slipped into a new dress that fit you in all the right places. The second that you tried this on in the store, you knew right away it was going to turn heads. You needed a dress for a special New Years celebration that you were set to attend with your boyfriend Joe. A bunch of his teammates were invited, including their plus ones or significant others.

As you look over yourself in the mirror you couldn’t help but feel elevated in your confidence. “Babe.” There was a soft knock at the door and Joe slightly opens it to peak in.

“Oh good. Could you zip me up?” You ask and Joe fully enters the bathroom. His eyes roam every square inch of your body in the dress. He stood there in awe at the sight of you.

“Joe?” You snicker a little at his reaction. He steps forward and his hand fumbles around to find the zipper on the back of the dress. You felt a fingertip graze your bare skin and it sent shivers across your body. He delicately slides the zipper up to the top.

“Pardon me for staring so long. It’s just you look breathtaking in that dress.” Joe compliments you and it brings a soft blush to your cheeks.

“Thank you Joey.” You turn around to give him a kiss on his cheek. It gave you a moment to look at him in his all black attire. Black slacks, black button down, and a black suit jacket. The black hugged every muscle on his body and made him have this unbelievable masculine figure.

“Let’s get going before I change my mind about going to this and just stay here to enjoy every inch of you.” He turns you around and leans down to whisper in your ear. His hands were softly placed on your hips as he pushes his front against your backside.

His lips plant a kiss around the shell of your ear, then another down behind your ear, and a lingering one on your neck. You snatch his hand on your hip and turn around before he gets any further.

“Let’s go Mr. Burrow!” You say with that playful look in your eyes. Joe felt the flutter in his stomach from the way you just looked at him.

You guys gather up the rest of your stuff and meet in his car. He had put his black Cartier glasses when you look over at him as he pulls out of the garage. He drives through the backroads and you guys were in Cincinnati before you knew it. The sun was setting so the skyline was beginning to light up. Making that perfect city glow you loved to look at.

Joe pulls up to the building where the event was being held. He gets out to hand his keys to the valet driver and goes over to open your door. He holds his hand out and you get out with his help. A few people spotted Joe and called out his name. You both walk through the doors with your hands locked together.

The moment the doors of the elevator shut you could hear him sigh. You were in awe at how classy and sleek the building looked. The elevator was mirrored all around which made for a perfect photo-op.

“C’mere handsome and take a picture with me.” You say as you pull out your phone. He surprisingly didn’t fuss and just simply stepped in behind you. He looks at the phone while you angle the camera to where it slightly hides your and his face. Then he takes his out to snap a picture. You used him as a wall and rested your back against his front. Joe wraps his free hand around your waist. He towered over you with his 6’4 height.

The elevator doors open and it reveals a loud and busy floor. Gold streamers, balloons, and confetti was scattered every where. In one corner you can see a champagne fountain. And on the opposition is where the DJ was stationed with lights shooting out in every direction. A large disco ball hung from the ceiling and there was a lit up dance floor with people already busting out their best moves on it.

Surrounding the dance floor was tables and chairs. Along with a few curved booths. Looking straight out there was a patio area that had even more seating and tables and you guessed it, people.

Joe squeezes your hand and guides you behind him through the large crowd. He spots Sam standing at a table close to the bar and stops there first. You greet Sam with a smile and a soft hug. It was obvious you were slightly out of your comfort zone. You still were here to have a good time tonight.

“Hey can we get some drinks for the Mr and Mrs.” Sam holds his hand up to get the bartenders attention. He sees him and you look at Sam intensely from what he just said.

“Did you just say Mrs?” You ask Sam and there was a little smile on his lips.

“Close enough.” He shrugs his shoulders softly as he looks at you two. “By the way, you look very nice tonight.” He adds and takes a drink of his liquor of choice.

“I can say the same about you Mr. Hubbard.” You felt Joe put his arm around your waist in a slight jealous manner. He silently looks between the two of you. Joe lets you lean against his front so one he could hold you and two to let others know who you belong to. 

The bartender comes by to get your orders and you engage in a conversation with Sam about his recent disaster of a blind date. The night was just beginning and you guys had a couple more hours till midnight.

As the night went on you were putting back a few drinks. The other wives and girlfriends had started to show and you were having your fun with them. Joe and a few of the men were gathered around a curved booth. A few were sitting while others, like Joe was standing and people watching.

Joe was only watching you. He felt like it was neglect to take his eyes off you. Especially when you started dancing on the floor with your friends. The way your dress would slide up a centimeter at a time with each sway of your hips was driving him mad. He hated the fact that other men were possibly looking at you right now.

You were all giggly and tipsy which made this happy feeling in your heart. While keeping eye contact you walk over to Joe who immediately puts his hands on your waist once your reach his frame. It made him feel so proud that he was the man you chose to come up to. You were all his.

“Having fun m’lady?” He asks you and that earns a couple chuckles from his friends. You snatch his Cartier’s from the collar of his button up which was already a few buttons loose. 

You nod in response while placing the glasses over your eyes. “I want another drink.” Before he has a chance to react you walk out of his hold and head towards the bar. He shakes his head at your cute behavior.

You got the bartenders attention and she comes up to you with a smile. “Another one?” She had seen you the last few times and was making you the most delicious drinks you ever had. You nod your head excitedly. That’s when you notice you didn’t have your card with you. Joe was holding your things in his suit jacket pockets.

“Ope i forgot my card. I’ll be right back to pay you!” You inform the bartender and she nods her head. You turn around in a quick hurry to find Joe. The moment you face forward your body crashes into another’s. With a rough exhale at the impact you stumble back and felt unfamiliar hands grip your waist. 

“Let me buy you that drink sweetheart.” A deep voice rings in your ears and a burning feeling sparked in your stomach. The nickname that irked you the most in this world and some sleaze bag just said it to you. You take the Cartiers off and slide them between the middle of the dress’s neckline. 

“I’m good. I’ve got my own money.” You say and try to shake his hands off your waist. He places them right back on your body and that made you even more sick to your stomach.

“Come on. Don’t be a tease.” He replies.

“No.” You reply shortly and take your hands wrapping them around his wrists to push them off you. He wasn’t budging and you were starting to get scared.

“Get your fucking hands off of her right now before I break them off.” You hear Joe’s deep and protective voice shout through the music.

The guy grips even harder on your waist and it makes you whimper. Joe’s eyes turn dark at that sound and all he saw was red. His hands reach out to grab the collar of the guys shirt and steps his way between the two of you. You stumble back behind Joe.

“Y/n go find Sam and sit down with him. I’ll get your drink once I’m finished with this piece of shit.” You don’t hesitate and scurry through the crowd to find Sam.

When you find Sam he was sitting at the curved booth with Ja’Marr beside him. He looks up and can see the look of worry on your face. “Are you okay?” He stands up but you put your hand up to stop him.

“Can I sit with you for a second?” You ask Sam and he doesn’t hesitate to scoot over. He had a concerned look etched all across his face.

When you get situated between him and Ja’Marr you felt more protected for a moment. “What happened?!” Ja’Marr now looks at you and asks.

“I just wanted a drink and I was coming back to get my card from Joe and some guy grabbed me-“ The sound of your voice made both Sam and Ja’Marr go into protective brother mode.

“He did what? Where is this guy?” Sam’s tone was stern. You point towards the bar and that’s when you see Joe take a swing with his fist at the guys face.

Sam starts to get up but Ja’Marr reaches across you to hold him back. “Believe me, Joe’s got this.” He says with a smirk on his face. A crowd of people all gawk at the scene that was happening next to them. It wasn’t much of a fight since Joe practically knocked the guy out with one punch.

As the creepy guy lays in the floor. Joe straddles his body while slightly bending over and picks him up by the collar of his shirt again. “Touch her again. I dare you.” He says with the darkest tone of voice you had ever heard from him.

Two security guards come up to them and one lightly pulls on Joe’s arm to get him off the guy. Joe steps away and the security guards get the guy off the ground. You watch as they walk out with him and just like that everyone goes back to their business.

Joe takes his fingers and combs through his hair. You noticed that he had discarded his jacket on the table beside the booth. It looked as if his biceps were ready to shred his button up. You watch as he goes to the bar to get your drink and pay for it. This toothy smile lands on your face at your boyfriend and his behavior. 

Joe turns around to see you sitting in between his two best friends. A sigh of relief comes out of his mouth at the sight. Your little body was guarded between the two guys he trusts the most. Joe knew the moment he saw you in that dress he was going to have to fight anyone who tried to touch you. He didn’t mind though. He takes it as a compliment that he’s got the hottest girlfriend on this planet.

“Did he cry?” Ja’Marr asks and you tried to keep a straight face but you couldn’t hold it back. A soft little laugh leaves your mouth and Joe just stares at you with a grin. He hands you your drink with a proud look in his eyes. 

“Almost.” Joe replies and Ja’Marr and Sam both start laughing. You look at Joe’s hand and see his fists are still curled up. When you see the small scratch on his knuckle you immediately hop to your feet. 

“Are you okay?” Joe asks you. He actually asks you if you’re the one that’s okay. You set down the drink on the table next to his jacket. 

“I’m okay. Let me see your hand.” You grab his wrist gently and bring his fist up closer to exam it.

“I’m okay.” He says towards your concern.

“Come with me.” You command and pull him through the crowd to an open bathroom.

The bathroom was small but it would do for the time being. You find a wash cloth and run it under some warm water to clean off the blood. Joe takes your waist and lifts you up on the counter. He puts himself between your legs and out of instinct you wrap your legs around him.

There was a boyish smirk on his face that made you dizzy with excitement. “Let me clean this off before you get any ideas.” You say to him and take his hand away from one side.

You dab the cloth on his cut and make sure to clean it up. He was watching you very intently. It was hard for him to think straight with your pretty legs wrapped around him.

“I’m sorry Joe. I didn’t mean for that to happen or for you to get hurt.” You lightly mumble as you toss the cloth in the trash can.

“Look at me.” He commands. You do as he says and lock eyes with those blue orbs.

“Do not say sorry for being the prettiest woman here. Ever. The best part of being your boyfriend is fighting for you. The moment I saw you in this dress I could see your confidence from miles away. That is one of the sexiest thing to see. I will never be mad at you for dressing up and wanting to look good. I will fight whoever I have to without any hesitation.” Joe tells you and his face was inches away from yours.

Your cheeks were set on fire from his words. Hell, your entire body was set ablaze. “I love you.” You say to him.

“I love you pretty girl.” He hooks his arms slightly under your thighs to lift you up so you could level with him. Just as you lean in to kiss him you felt his hands move up to your ass to give it a squeeze.

A little grin forms across your face and it makes Joe slightly smile as you connect your lips together. He kisses you back with all the passion that was in his body at the moment. Your fingers go through his hair to deepen it even more. You two were making out so hard in that tiny little bathroom.

One of his hands slide under the bottom of your dress to feel your smooth skin. He expects to feel the outline of lace and is shocked to not feel a single thread. He disconnects your lips and rest his forehead against yours. His eyes look into yours once more.

“You’re not wearing panties are you?” He asks and this innocent look appears on your face. You lightly bite your lip. Joe softly shuts his eyes and lets a little groan out. He felt the rush of heat go down to his lower half in an instant.

“Is that a problem Mr. Burrow?” You innocently ask him. He swallows thickly to the point you see his Adams apple bob up and down. 

“Yup. And I’m going to do something about it.” He replies and this burning desire erupts in your stomach.

You look at your watch to see the time. “30 minutes till the New Year. You better get to going with that something.” You tease.

“I only need about 5 of those minutes darling.” A shiver runs down your spine at his cockiness. 

What better way to spend the New Year?

[makiwife]

joe burrow on obx??!!

Joe Burrow x Reader Instagram au

authors notes: face claim is Madelyn Cline. these are so fun to make lol. ooc?? all pics are from Madelyn Clines Instagram. joes pics are from his Instagram. enjoy!!

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thank you for reading!! I hope you enjoyed this as much as I enjoy writing these series.

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[kristencochefski1125]

Sister || Joe Burrow

"You know we could really get caught one day." You said to your boyfriend Joe. You two have been sneaking around for the past year and a half from your older brother Sam.

Yes, Sam, Joe's teammate. The one that your brother told you to explicitly stay away from.

"Yeah, but that's the fun part. This has been the most thrilling year and a half of my life keeping something from one of my best friends on the team."

He looked over at you and leaned down to kiss you. You two were sitting in the middle of Paycor Stadium on a blanket just watching the sun set. Perks of dating the quarterback I guess?

"I know, I just hate hiding things from Sam. I hate having to go to events with him when you're there and hide our relationship. I want to openly hold your hand and kiss you in public and post about you."

"I know baby, one day we will. One day when Sam won't kill me." He said and you rolled your eyes.

Sam really had never been that protective over you, until he met Joe and saw that two of you become friends. He had told you to stay away from Joe because he doesn't want to see your heart broken when he's away and all the rumors that come with being the star quarterback and the talk of the NFL.

You have been so close to telling Sam five other times. He's almost walked in on you and Joe having sex and ruined a couple of late night phone calls while they were on the road.

You hear talking since the stadium was empty and you turn around and see two people in the distance walking out of the tunnel. "Baby, I thought you said we had this whole place to ourselves?" You said to him making him turn around and look at the two people who were walking on the field.

"Jesus fuck." He said. "Who is it?" You asked trying to squint to see if you can see the faces. "Fucking Sam. We're gonna be out now to him." He said and you quickly turned back around and thought of a plan to get out of there without Sam seeing you.

"There's no way out Y/N, it's now or never." Joe said standing up and holding his hand out to you. "Burrow! What the heck are you doing here?" Sam said as he finally could make out who else was on the field.

You sighed and still had your back to Sam. "Just on a date man, what are you doing here?" Joe asked. "Ooooh so this is the mystery girl you've been talki- wait, I know that body, Y/N?"

Sam said and you sighed and turned around to face him. "Hey Sam." You said and he looked like he was ready to pounce on Joe, that's how mad he looked.

"She's the girl you don't shut up about in the locker room? I've been listening to you talk about the both of your sex lives for a YEAR NOW?"

You looked up at Joe and he smirked and shrugged his shoulders like it was no big deal. "We were going to tell you at some point Sam, but I know how you get. You wouldn't have liked it if you found out 6 months ago or in another year." You said and he crossed his arms over his chest.

"How long?" He asked. "A year and a half." Joe said wrapping his arm around your waist. You looked up at him and smiled. "Do you love him?" He asked you.

You smiled, you hadn't said it to Joe yet, he's said it to you plenty of times, but you just couldn't without telling Sam and Joe respected it, that's what you loved about him the most.

"More than you could ever imagine Sam. He's been nothing but gentle and patient with me. He's more than I could have ever wanted in a boyfriend."

Joe squeezed your waist and you looked up at him. He leaned down and gave you a soft peck on the lips. "Alright gross, I don't need to see any PDA with the two of you."

"I am mad at the both of you for hiding this from me for so long, but I see why you did it. Burrow, you may be the best quarterback, but I will not be afraid to kick your ass if you hurt my sister."

"Of course, wouldn't even think about it." Joe said and you looked at Sam. He smiled at you letting you know that he approved of the relationship.

"I will leave you two be, again Burrow, break her hear, I break your legs." He said walking away and Joe turned to you and picked you up. "My girl, I can finally shout it from the rooftops." He said spinning you around.

You laughed and leaned down while he was still holding you and you kissed him. "I love you Joe."

"It feels so good to hear you say that, I love you too Y/N."

My first Joe imagine! Love a cute little fluff about him!

[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.

 —

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.

[elly-grace]

The story goes…

This is my first fic. I think I’ll make a part two but we’ll see how this goes. It’s kinda short.

If you guys have any tips feel free to comment them.

Paring: Joe burrow x reader

Warnings: a terrible attempt at writing smut, pregnancy

Word count: 976 (like I said it’s short but I tried)

One night.

It’s funny how one night can ruin your life.

One mistake, one moment you wish you could erase.

But here I was staring at those two lines, my mistake led to this. Something that will be beautiful, something that won’t be viewed as a mistake.

Flash back

When I walk into the doorway of Joe's house I am greeted by the smell of alcohol. Out of the corner of my eye I see my brother flirting with a random girl, both obviously drunk. Then I see Joe, his beautiful blue eyes meet my (eye color) ones.

The tension between us could be cut by a knife. So obvious to everyone but us. As we continue to stare at each other I am pulled away.

“Yo little sis! Have a drink, glad you could make it.”

“Sam, how much have you had?” You give your brother a concerning look.

“I’m celebrating, we’re going to the Super Bowl!”

“That’s not what I asked. Who’s sober here?”

“That would be me.”

There it was the beautiful smooth voice. The voice that could make you drop to your knees. The voice that could make you do anything it said. It belonged the none other than Joe Burrow.

“Joe, how much has he drunk?”

“Enough, he’s probably going to either crash here or need a ride home.”

“I’m going to take him home. Let’s go Sam.”

Sam whines “you're no fun little sis. Have some fun let loose.”

With that Sam ran back to the Red head he was flirting with moments before.

“You umm. You look beautiful” Joe said as a hand moved to the back of his neck.

“Why thank you Joseph. You don’t look bad yourself”

Sam’s words running through your head. “Have some fun let loose” that’s exactly what I plan to do. Without thinking I smashed my lips into Joes.

To my surprise he pulled me into him and kissed me back. Things were getting heated and fast as Joe's hand reached down to my butt and slapped it. A moan slipping from my throat. I could feel his smirk as he slipped his tongue into my mouth.

I pull away out of breath and see Joe's chest heaving clearly out of breath as well. His eyes are no longer a light shade of blue but a dark shade filled with lust and longing.

“Let’s go upstairs.” He said and kissed me then grabbed my hand and pulled me to his room. He locks the door and stares at me as if I was his prey.

“Jo-“ I was cut off by him pushing me into the wall and kissing me again.

“Please” I whimpered out as he’s still kissing me.

He pulls away and looks into my eyes, his light blue eyes returning. Did I just ruin everything? Did he not want to have sex? Did he just want to kiss me?

“Y/n, I can't- I won’t do anything till you give me permission. So tell me what you want, baby.”

“I- I want you.” I went to kiss him and he pulled away.

“Not specific enough, tell me what you want.” He all but growls out as I see the tent growing in his shorts.

“Fuck me.” I whispered.

In a matter of seconds Joe picked me up and threw me on his bed. He started to kiss me while making progress on removing our clothes. Once all were both in our undergarments he stopped.

“Are you sure?”

I nodded

“Words baby, I need verbal confirmation .”

“Yes Joe.”

Joe quickly takes his underwear off and then mine and enters. First he’s slow so I can get used to him, but soon he’s fucking me like he will never have a chance to again.

When we’re both close to our orgasm Joe stops.

“I didn’t- I forgot a condom.”

“I don’t care. I’m on birth control.”

That’s all he needed to hear. We both reached our peak. He pulled out and laid next to me. After we both calm down he turns to me.

“I don’t want this to be a one time thing.”

“I don’t either but you're my brother's best friend. This was probably a mistake.” I stood up and started gathering and putting on my clothes.

“Y/n Sam will understand.”

“Obviously you don’t know Sam as well as I do. He’s going to hurt you if he finds out.” I said. I then unlocked his door and left.

End of flashback

I'm taken from my thoughts by banging on the door. I quickly got up and unlocked it knowing it was Evan. He ran in and hugged me.

“I’m a mess, he got me pregnant and I can’t tell him. Sam’s going to hurt him.”

“You’re not a mess. You’re emotional and that’s completely understandable. But look at me and listen when I say this, you and this baby are not alone.” He sighed. “I know you're not going to like what I’m about to say.”

“Then don’t say it Evan.”

“You should tell Joe. Even if he won’t say it out loud he loves you. He’s always had a crush on you, he’ll help raise the baby. You don’t have to go through this alone.”

“Stop lying to me. Joe hates me, I bet he lied about being sober when we had sex. He probably doesn’t even remember it. Plus I was always just Sam’s annoying little sister.”

“He wasn’t lying. Please y/n he deserves to know he’s going to be a dad.”

“How do I tell Sam though. I’m afraid Sam’s going to hurt him.”

“Y/n Sam wouldn’t do anything to hurt you. You and Joe are oblivious but we all see it. Sam sees the way you two look at each other. He wouldn’t hurt Joe cause he knows you love him.”

[hubbvrd]

Family | Sam Hubbard

summary — sam meets your family for the first time

pairing — sam hubbard x reader

words — 2058 words

notes — y/l/n = your last name ; y/m/n = your mothers name ; y/f/n = your fathers name

Nervously, you try again to follow the steps of the hairstyle video that is playing on your cell phone.

Although it wasn't a complicated hairstyle and the woman in the video showed you the steps in detail, you just couldn't manage it, which was probably due to your nervousness.

Because today was the first time you were going to introduce Sam to your family.

Your family already knew that you had been in steady hands for three months and they had been planning to invite you and Sam to your parents' house for months.

However, since the NFL season had started again a few weeks ago, this had more or less turned out to be difficult, as Sam was quite busy and it was difficult to find a day on which the family reunion could take place.

Because if you and Sam could, someone else couldn't. But today was finally the day and in less than an hour your family would meet the man by your side who made you happy beyond measure.

With a quiet curse, you locked your cell phone and threw the hair ties back in the box before glancing at your reflection in the mirror.

Your make-up was surprisingly perfect today, which, to be honest, didn't happen very often.

But now you had to come up with a plan B for your hair.

Before you could think any further, however, the bathroom door opened and Sam stuck his head inside.

"Honey?" Sam asked, looking at you through the mirror.

"Yes?" you replied and turned to face him as Sam opened the door a little more and came inside the bathroom.

"Can I put this on like this?" as he spoke, he made a hand gesture to draw attention to the white shirt he was wearing.

"Do you want me to get you another jacket?" you tease him, grinning slightly as you take a step towards your friend and straighten the collar of his shirt.

"Am I too overdressed?" You can hear the slight panic in his voice, so you carefully place your hand on his bicep and look up at him.

"No, babe. You're not. But I know you don't like wearing shirts too much, so a white T-shirt would be perfectly fine."

You give him a gentle look as his expression slowly relaxes.

"You know how important it is for me to make a good impression on your family. I want them to like me," he says openly, expressing his thoughts and concerns.

You knew that Sam was pretty nervous about today's meeting and had already been worrying a lot, so much so that you had found him in the kitchen yesterday in a state of total agitation, driving himself crazy with the worst things that could happen today.

"I know that and so will you. They'll love you just as much as I love you."

You carefully place your hands on his cheeks, which you gently stroke with your thumbs and begin to notice that your boyfriend is slowly beginning to relax under this touch.

"Thank you," he says and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. "So you'd rather wear a T-shirt, eh? I don't want them to think that I only wear shirts in my free time."

Before you can even begin to reply, Sam has already disappeared from the bathroom to get changed.

And so you turn your attention back to your hair problem, hoping to get a proper hairstyle in the next few minutes.

Barely fifty minutes later, you finally reach your parents' house.

You simply couldn't miss the house, as it was the most conspicuous house on the street.

You remember all too well how your father took you and your brother to the DIY store one day, where the two of you were allowed to choose a color for the front of the house.

And since then, the yellow house lit up the whole street.

But it wasn't just the yellow color of the house that was striking, but also the countless colorful flowers that stretched from the driveway all the way up to the house and gave you the feeling of being in a flower paradise.

"The potted flower was a really good idea for your mother," Sam grinned as he got out of the car and reached for the potted flower he had chosen as a gift for your mother.

He had bought a six-pack of beer for your father, which he tucked loosely under his arm and grabbed your hand with his other hand, interlacing your fingers.

"You got that tip from me too," you grin before you make your way to the veranda together.

Countless colorful flower pots of all sizes had found their place on the veranda and here, too, there was a beautiful colorful chaos.

Your mother loved flowers and gardening so much that you have never known your home without colorful flowers for as long as you can remember.

A smile immediately began to form on your lips as you started to feel at home again.

You've hardly seen your family in the last few weeks and have only spoken briefly now and again, as the last few weeks have been pretty stressful. But that makes you even happier to finally see them all again.

"Ready?" you whisper quietly in Sam's direction as you suddenly start to get nervous yourself.

For the first time in four years, your parents would be meeting a new man at your side and you were really nervous about how they would find Sam and how everyone would get along. 

"Ready," Sam assured you, gently squeezing your hand to confirm his word.

Without hesitation, you raise your hand and knock firmly on the white door, which seemed to have seen better days.

It didn't take long for the door to open and your mother appeared with a broad grin.

"My darling! There you are!" your mother happily pulls you into a tight hug, which makes you feel like you can't breathe for a moment.

"I'm happy to see you too, Mom. But if you hug me so tightly, I won't get to eat," you reprimand her lightly, while a soft giggle creeps over your lips.

"I'm just so happy to finally see you again" as she speaks, your gaze wanders over to Sam and, so that your boyfriend can greet your mother better, you carefully remove your hand from his.

"It's really nice to meet you Mrs. Y/L/N. I'm Sam, Sam Hubbard."

With a nervous smile, Sam holds out his hand to your mother, but your mother ignores the gesture and pulls Sam into a warm hug with a big grin, which takes Sam quite by surprise, so you press your hand over your mouth to stifle your giggles.

"Call me y/m/n, please! I've heard so many positive things about you and I'm so excited to finally get to know you better," she babbles as she pulls Sam into the kitchen with her and begins to engage him in conversation.

With a smile on your lips, you look after the two of them before walking through the open hallway into the living room and then outside onto the terrace, where you find your brother and father already having a barbecue.

You could never have imagined that your mother wouldn't like Sam, as it was pretty easy to win your mother's heart and convince her of your boyfriend.

But this would prove more difficult with your brother and your father, and you start to hope that Sam will be able to win them over with his easy-going and charming manner.

"Hey Dad, Hey Nolan," you greet them both and are pulled into a warm hug one after the other, something your family was all too well known for.

"Where did you leave your boyfriend?" your father asks as he looks behind you into the house and keeps his eyes peeled for Sam.

"He's at mom's. I think she's already feeding him all sorts of things so he won't be hungry for meat anymore,"  you say with a wry grin, causing your father and brother to roll their eyes.

"Would you like a drink?" your brother asks shortly afterwards, holding out a bottle of water and a can of Coke.

"Thanks," you thank him and reach for the can of Coke.

With the can in your hand, you watch your brother and father tending to the barbecue.

Shortly afterwards, Sam and your mother join them and Sam was actually eating a piece of homemade bread.

"Your bread is really incredible, y/m/n," he praises your mother, whose cheeks immediately turn red and you knew that Sam's charm had your mother wrapped around her finger. 

"Dad, Nolan? That's my boyfriend, Sam. Sam? This is my father y/d/n and my brother Nolan," you introduce the three of them to each other and watch, heart beating faster, as your brother and father look at Sam critically for a moment before the two of them pull him into a warm hug as well.

First part successfully mastered and hopefully the rest of the day would continue like this.

While Sam joins your father and brother at the barbecue to start chatting with them, you follow your mother into the kitchen, where you find countless tasty treats.

Every time you have a barbecue at home, your mother literally outdoes herself with baked bread, fruit platters and salads.

"Wow. That looks really incredible, mom" you praise her as you help her take the food out to the table, as the meat will be ready in a few minutes.

"Thank you, darling," she replies with a smile and presses a soft kiss to your cheek. "I like Sam. He makes a really good impression. I think he'll fit in well with our family."

You feel the warmth rise slightly in your cheeks and a warm, pleasant feeling spreads through your stomach.

All the worries you used to have about your family not liking Sam or Sam not feeling comfortable here are gone. 

"Thanks, mom, that's really nice to hear. And I hope Dad and Nolan will see it the same way."

"They do, look," with a nod, my mom pointed towards the garden, where all three of them were standing a little way from the barbecue, throwing the football to each other, and Sam was the one grinning the most.

And to capture this moment in pictures, you reach for your cell phone to take a photo.

After everything is ready on the table, a few minutes later the meat is ready and you're all sitting at the table together.

Sam, who is sitting next to you, has your left hand on your leg while he keeps trying to tell your mother that he has had enough of all her salads on his plate.

But she keeps trying to push more on him, so you have to speak up to stop her.

"Mom, I think that's enough. Otherwise I'll have to roll him home later," you joke, making the whole table laugh.

"I'll be happy to pack you something for tomorrow or the next few days, Sam. You have to try everything," your mother babbles again, before shoving a piece of meat into her mouth and starting to chew with relish.

"I have a better idea," Sam began, squeezing your leg gently before continuing. "Why don't we repeat this day more often? Then I can continue to enjoy y/d/n's barbecue skills and taste your delicious dishes."

It wasn't always the biggest words that became the most meaningful words.

Because it was often normal sentences that changed things.

And Sam's words were such words.

It couldn't make you any happier that Sam got on so well with your family and even wanted to see them again more often.

With a broad grin on your lips, you pull his face closer to you.

"I love you so much. And those words are so incredibly sweet of you," you breathe softly against his lips before kissing him.

And thanks to your family, who have welcomed Sam so incredibly well and have already taken him into their hearts, you know for sure that Sam is the right one for you and your family.

[chattahoochiecoochie]

Plans, Plural

Summary: A Bengals athletic trainer gets a drink after work, with a few new friends. 

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: This is, if nothing else, a two thousand word build up for an uber pool joke. Is this turning into a series? Am I mentally ill like that? Maybe. A fluffy, funny bit of filler to get us where we want to go. Part one’s here. 

“Yeah, two Blue Moons,” Joe’s voice catches as he looks at you.

“Guinness.” Your voice is quiet, hardly a whisper. You’d gotten water last time, so exhausted and dizzy you wouldn’t have been able to keep anything else down even if you’d wanted it.

“And a Guinness for her.” He turns his eyes back to the waitress, flashing a pearly white smile.

This is nice, and for a moment you forget the events that have led you here. For just a second it's only about the way he orders for you, the way he drove you three here, and how he’ll drive you home after. How Sam will walk you up to your apartment, hand in yours. You shake your head, fighting off the sense of familiarity.

It’s dizzying, how well orchestrated it is, how predictable they’ve made it feel. You’ve only been here once with them, after they’d teamed up on you in your exam room—but you feel absolutely certain that this will end the same as last time. They planned it that way. You shake your head. They planned it that way?

They must have, what with the way Sam was waiting for you tonight, standing outside your exam room, holding his bag in one hand, the other out to take yours. And the way he’d walked you out of the stadium, fingers intertwined with yours as he led you through the parking lot. And Joe with the way he had pulled his car into the west parking lot, just how he had the first time, sitting under the only broken light, waiting for the two of you.  

You can hear the boys talking, kicking each other beneath the table while they wait for their beers to arrive, but its background noise, a faded sound. Your mind is racing. They planned this.

Joe had dropped you at the bar's door, with Sam at your side. He’d park the car and then he’d be right in, he’d said. And when the three of you had left last time, and you asked to be taken back to the stadium, Sam had laughed, and held you by the back of your neck. You were tired, and now you’d been drinking. They’d get you home, you could worry about your car tomorrow.

But I work early, you can hear yourself slurring as the memory plays. I’m in early tomorrow too, Joe says to you, rubbing his hand on your thigh. You just send me a text when you’re ready in the morning, and I’ll be by. Is that how they’d gotten your phone number?

There’d been a group message the next morning when you woke up. Joe was on his way, Sam wanted to know if they could stop for Starbucks. Want us to get you anything?

It had seemed like dominoes at the time, the eventuality of progressing circumstance. But they had planned it, hadn’t they? You want to be worried, to hesitate, to ask them why, but you’re cornered anyways, and it’s so nice to let someone else be in control for once, to have a plan at all.

“And a Guinness for you honey. Can I get y’all anything else for now?” You blink slowly, reaching out for the beer that's been placed in front of you.

“I think we’re set, thank you.”

“So Guinness, huh?” With the waitress gone, Sam puts a hand on your knee, leaning over to look closely at your drink.

“They taste good.” You look up at him, very aware of how he’s pinned you inside the booth by taking the outer seat.

“Oh is that right?” He leans against you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “I’ll find out later then.” So he’ll kiss you goodnight this time too, then?

“Have you always liked stout?”

Why does every guy always ask? “My dad—” And why are you giving him your practiced response? You fall short, letting your mouth quirk into half a pout.

“Your dad what?” They’re both looking at you, eyes wide with interest that must be real because it’s too intense to be manufactured.

“My dad always had some, uh, growing up. My first beer was Guinness.” You laugh, when Joe quirks a brow with curiosity. “Some friends and I had some at a sleepover after my parents had gone to bed. Spent the whole night puking in my bathroom.” You don’t tell people that part, and you’re not sure why it comes so easy in front of them.

“I threw up my first time too. Half a case of natty lights.”

You and Joe both groan loudly at the thought of it. You glance at him briefly, wondering if he is also tasting every cheap college beer and the memory tied to it. When he pretends to gag, you decide that he must be.

“Bringing back memories Joey?” Sam grins, swigging from his glass quickly before sliding it to the end of the table, empty.

And suddenly, that's it. Whatever you’ve been holding onto in your mind simply slips from your reach. Before you know it, you are sliding your glass to meet his at the end of the table, leaning over Sam’s lap as you try not to spit up your last sip—overwhelmed with laughter as Joe recounts the worst college party his memory has to offer. What had you wanted to ask earlier?

It doesn’t matter, you decide, feeling a sense of finality about it. Sam is kissing you on the forehead, and you are vaguely aware that beneath the table, he has Joe by the hand. This is nice, this is good. And Joe’s getting you another beer, so now’s not the time to interrupt anyways.

“And he’ll take another Blue Moon, too.”

“Sounds good, can I get y’all anything to snack on?” She’s chipper, the young woman standing at the end of the table.

You shake your head at Joe, almost instinctively. Why are you letting him speak for you?

“No, we're all good. We’ll close too, if that’s okay.” He turns away from you, speaking to the waitress with a pointed voice you didn’t know he could manage. There's control in his tone, in his affect. That’s why.

“I’m gonna hit the bathroom, and then I’ll go get the car.” Beneath the table, Joe pats your knee firmly before sliding out of the booth.

“Alright, we’ll walk your way when we’re done here. You on 17th?”

Already walking away, Joe nods, back turned to them.

“Better drink up then baby, we’ve got some walking to do.” Sam lifts your glass from the table, holding it out for you to take. There's half a pint left, most of it warm now after how much the three of you had talked. Better that way, anyhow.

Grazing his hand you take the glass from him, breathing in through your nose as you sip the last of it quickly. With the back of your hand you wipe your mouth, slamming the heavy cup onto the table, back into the ring of condensation it had left behind.

“Wanna race?” You’re grinning, holding back a hiccup as you stare him down.

“I think I’ve had dreams about you.” He’s breathless, looking at you with vague wonder before pressing a kiss to your lips. He slides away from you on the seat, letting you follow the kiss right out of the booth until you're both standing on the sticky bar floor, you with your back pressed to the column dividing your booth from the one before it, and him with a knee between your legs, daring you to move against him.

Eyes closed, you sink against the narrow wall, sighing against his mouth as he slips his tongue over your lips. He’s scratchy today, having let his facial hair grow out since the last time. It’s ticklish, the rough sensation kind of—

“Boo!” You freeze, eyes wide when Sam lets go of you, spinning on his heel. In front of you, Joe is looking delightfully guilty.

With a quick hand, he pats Sam on the backside, before making off on quick feet for the door. “Last one to the car loses!”

“Absolutely not.” Sam turns back to you, face set. “You and I will race another day, okay?”

Before you can answer or even think, he’s got you off the floor, slung over his shoulder with your feet in the air. With one arm on your back and the other wrapped around your thighs, he sprints for the door with heavy steps. It takes everything in you not to shriek as the night air hits you, whistling in your ears as he runs. 

He’s not fast, at least not fast enough but it's shocking how uninhibited he is by the weight of you in his arms. Shrieking and squealing, you are tossed around as he covers the first city block, and then the second.

You know you’ve lost, before he even begins to slow down. The heavy sound of him breathing, and the growing volume of Joe’s laughter as you get closer is telling enough.

“Shut up.” Sam is fully gasping as his steps become shorter. At a slow walk, with his chest heaving, he maneuvers you, bringing you down to brace against his chest for a moment before holding you out. “You take her, dick.”

Laughing loudly, Joe appears beside you, arms out to catch you. “We gotta get your cardio up, goddamn.”

With a grunt, Sam drops you against Joe, stepping back to catch his breath fully. The transfer is awkward, and you’re trying to find a reason for it at all—the car is right there.

Sensing you squirming in against him, Joe turns his attention to you, coughing on the last bit of a quiet chuckle. “You think you got it?” He lets you slip slowly from his arms. That’s why.

The ground feels shaky beneath you, and Jesus, your head is pounding. Stumbling, you reach for something to grab, coming up with a fistful of Joe’s shirt. You cling to him, hiccuping and shaking. It feels as though you’ve just been spun in a blender, or rinsed out on a spin cycle.

“I gotcha.” He’s laughing again, head tossed back as he takes you by the forearm. “Let’s get you in the car.”

With your eyes shut, you let him lead you around the car. Staggering blindly, you feel for the passenger seat of his Porsche, sinking into it as slowly as he’ll let you. Safely inside, with your hands gripping the leather, you brace against the headrest.

Pulling the belt across your shoulder, Joe presses a kiss to your forehead, wearing a smirk you can feel. And with the belt clicked into place, you feel him move away. “I’ll be right back.”

“Mmm.”

Minutes later, after the muffled sound of them play fighting outside the car has ceased, and Sam is safely crumpled on the backseat, Joe returns, this time to sit beside you. Hand on your thigh he looks at you sideways, curious.

“I’m good.” You try for a smile, wondering if the silence from the back is any indication of how much worse off Sam must be.

“Let’s get you home then. Sam, seatbelt, please.”

A grunt comes from behind you, followed by a loud fumbling and then finally, the click of the belt as it locks into place.

“Excellent.” Joe lets his hand run up your leg before settling his hold at the top of your thigh, where your own hands are now folded in your lap.

“Uber pool is crazy, huh?” He deadpans, jaw set.

“This is me.” You say it over your shoulder, fumbling with your keys as you consider the fact that he already knows that, having brought you to your door the last time. If he does remember, he doesn’t say.

Standing beside you, he leans against the wall when you get the door open finally, hand out to touch your waist.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” It’s phrased like a question but if the tone of familiarity is anything to go off, you know it's not. You nod anyway, lingering against his touch.

He pauses for a moment, looking at you with a glint in his eye. Before you can second guess it, his mouth is on yours, brief and sweet. He’s trying for gentle, it seems, fingers ghosting over your hip as he steps back from you.

“In the morning?” Just like last time?

“That’s the plan, pretty girl.” That’s the plan. That’s the plan.

You’re still rolling the words around in your mouth when you finally lock the door behind yourself, sinking against it with a blush on your face and a girlish squeal threatening to break loose. They planned it. 

A/N: Part three is right here. 

[lushlovers]

Confident, S Hubbard

summary; he knows just what to say and when to say it.

warnings; ay man sam's got comebacks for days, fluff, implied smut i think, just kissing and some grinding (gasp) actually occurs, domestic sam 😁

word count; 467

note; unintentionally another version of a joe fic I wrote a while back whoops I repeat myself sometimes without realizing it. this is for the somehow rare sam girlies, I love yall fr. however specifically for @joeburreauxsworld , @katelyn102 , and @idyllicbarb

Sam's always been one to love chilling out at home versus going out and spending excessive amounts of money on dinners that neither of you would really enjoy as much as the comfort of your own house. Being together at home cuddled up on the couch has been your first choice for a date night for as long as he can remember, and he couldn't be more thankful.

"I don't remember this movie being so boring," you groan, throwing your body across your man's lap, doing your best to over-exaggerate and get the attention you're craving. He scoffs, rolling his eyes jokingly at your complaints to get under your skin in the way he knows best, "Who do you think you're scoffing at," your voice is littered with the faux attitude that makes him laugh loudly.

You quickly lift off his lap, scooting away from him and stealing the blanket you're supposed to be sharing with him as you do so, before you even settle against the arm of the couch opposite him, he wraps a callused hand around your ankle, pulling your legs into his lap like you weighed nothing at all. However, to him, you practically did.

"Quit it," he mumbles, and in the most cliche way possible you bite back without missing a beat, "Make me," and smile triumphantly. And like clockwork Sam has another response, that shuts you up momentarily, "Been there, done that."

Your lower lip tucks itself between your teeth at his ego, "Confident, are we?" He doesn't give you the luxury of another verbal response, simply humming and nodding slightly, but refusing to tear his eyes away from the move on the huge flat-screen in front of him. Sam smiles, all bright and pearly at the silence on your end, his ego-inflating even more so, if possible.

Unfortunately for him, you're not quiet for as long as he would've liked this time around. He gives you little to no attention as you wiggle closer to him, leaning into his shoulder and wrapping your arms around his bicep and abdomen. "I can think of something more fun to do," you whisper in the most sing-songy voice you can invoke, then kissing along his stubbled jawline.

His stomach flexes so slightly, you almost don't even notice. Almost. The kisses get wetter as your lips find his neck, before he can say or do anything, you've swung your legs over his, knees on either side of his thighs. The only thing separating the two of you was a pair of basketball shorts and some boxers you'd stolen from him many months ago.

Pulling your hips flush with his as he does his best to hold you still, the lightest friction somehow has his head rolling back on his shoulders, not that he's complaining.

[hornyforherbert]

Love Story (Sam Hubbard) ✧

CW: Fluff

WC: 395

Song: Love Story (Taylor’s Version)

Years flew by, and both of your respective college degrees were in your hands. You both had slowly started drifting apart due to your busy schedules as adults. But things changed when you moved to Cincinnati, and Sam just happened to be playing for the Bengals. That night, you decided to drop by the team's after-party to say hello to Sam. You were all dressed up and were looking forward to a fun night out with your old friend. As you walked in, Sam spotted you and grinned from ear to ear. You hugged for a few minutes, and when you pulled away, you could see the affection in his eyes.

The team's party was going full swing, with everyone there having a great time. You enjoyed being around everyone and were having a good time catching up with Sam, but you couldn't shake off the nagging feeling that you still wanted more. You had always wanted to be more than friends with Sam but had never found the courage to say anything. But tonight, things were different. You were tired of holding back your feelings, and you decided that it was finally time to let him know. You pulled Sam aside from the rest of the party and looked deep into his eyes. “Sam, I know we've always been friends, but I've been feeling something more for you. Something deeper. I want us to be more than friends."

Sam looked at you for a moment, taking in your words. And then he smiled. "Y/N, I'm so happy you said that. I've been feeling the same way for a long time now. I love you." You both leaned in and shared a deep kiss that made your heart sing. You could finally let go of all your apprehensions and doubts. From that moment on, you and Sam were inseparable. That night, under the starry Cincinnati skyline, you knew that Sam was the one you had been waiting for all your life. You had finally found your very own happily ever after.

I hope you enjoyed reading this little blurb! Have a great rest of your day :)

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[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.

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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

[kinzis-writing]

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As of: January 15, 2023

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Soft Moments • Sam Hubbard {requested}

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Better than revenge • Mattheo Riddle pt. 6

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