#lushlovers

[lushlovers]

arms, J. Burrow

summary; as joe's preparing for the upcoming season he just gets thicker and thicker in all the best ways

warnings; a little subby joe😋, smut, oral (m receiving), little slut-shaming, pet names, teasing gaaaassssppppp.

word count; 950

note; okay, he's been looking extra good and I just wanna eat him all the way up, I hate this, the abrupt ending yuck, nd also dunno how it went the way it did but it happened so...

"Can you put me in a headlock, baby?" Joe choked on the bite he had just taken, not only at what you'd just said but at the look of pure seriousness on your face. He's still in that tight in all the right places sleeveless shirt, shorts that made his ass look incredible, and the snap-back that had the perfect amount of his hair falling onto his forehead. It's taken you months to get him to grow his hair back out finally and now that you've succeeded you're begging to pull at it while your legs close around his head every chance you get.

After his miniature coughing fit comes to an end you're smiling at him ever so innocently from across the kitchen as he sips his water eyeing you curiously, "I'm sorry, but that's an interesting, request, sweet girl," you shrug, still keeping this faux naive demeanor, and the bedroom eyes you're throwing his way has jokingly him shaking his head and rolling his pretty eyes.

Kissing your teeth as you walk around the counter revealing the fact that your legs are bare in contrast to the sweatpants you were wearing when he had first got home is now an afterthought, he cocks his head slightly to the left, raising his eyes brow, "what brought this on?" However, he's not entirely shocked this is an everyday thing. Holding his welcoming hands out and spreading his legs for you to tuck yourself into him, which of course, you do. "just the slutty, compression shirt, tight shorts combo, also tiktok edits!" you state completely honest, leaning into him and when he doesn't reply with anything other than a snort, you find yourself kissing up his neck, to his jawline, and back down till you meet his shoulder searching for even the slightest reaction.

He sighs, soaking in the feeling of your lips and tongue moving sloppily over the delicate, sensitive spot on his neck that you locate out of sheer muscle memory, absolutely sucking a dark hickey into the skin running along his jugular, "It's not a no, mama. Whatever you want, wanna make you happy." Now, you're smiling against him at just how breathless he sounds over a few sloppy kisses, "No one makes me happy like you, Joey."

as your lips find themselves grazing his bare shoulder, you lace your fingers together, "We better head upstairs, 'fore my mom and dad get here for dinner," when your eyes meet his you find that they've glazed over and his tongue darts out to lick his lips. Suddenly it is so damn hot in here, feeling like you need to come in and get some air conditioning after hours in the Ohio sun.

Whatever you were making, now somehow you have completely forgotten what it was, is in the oven, you two have a bit of time and you will be using every millisecond of it to your advantage. Before you both know it, you're on your knees in front of him running your palms lightly over the tent in his shorts as he sits on the edge of the bed watching even your tiniest of movements. He takes the hat he has been wearing and gently places it atop your head, smiling down at you and your teasing fingers, lifting his hips into your touch.

He catches on to the slight tug at his shorts and lifts his lower half for you to remove both items of clothing separating you from his dick, you watch intently as his face contorts and his abdominals flex when your hand wraps around him. He groans from deep in his chest and you absentmindedly press your thighs together, "More, please."

His tone and actions completely radiate submission, and it's rare to see this side of him, and you sure as hell relish in that as you spit in your palm, focusing your attention on the tip alone as he ruts against your hand searching for just a bit more. Using both hands now, one on his cock and the other raking your nails down his thighs leaving goosebumps in your wake. You keep up your teasing and Joe's lost all control, completely unable to sit still and the only thing leaving his mouth is stuttery, 'so good's, moans, and grunts.

The sound of the oven beeping downstairs falls on deaf ears but the obnoxious timer that sounds from your phone does not, completely breaking you from the trance you had seemed to be in, "Oh, there's dinner, maybe you should freshen up, sweetheart," You stand above him momentarily awaiting his reaction, as his jaw goes slack, "baby, two minutes, please? Was so close." Shaking your head, you slip into the walk-in closet finding one of his college football tees and some sweatpants.

"Mom and Dad, remember, Joey?" Upon your exit you find him tugging up his briefs as he heads in the direction of the shower going out of his way to avoid even your hands brushing his, you catch him by his shirt pulling him back toward you, "Tonight, I'll make it all up to you, I pinky promise," poking out your smallest finger, waiting for him to loops his with yours and he does. You step up on your toes to kiss him on his lips, then his cheek, his chin, his jaw, and just before you make it to his collarbone, he grabs your waist pulling you back to prevent any further torture, "'Kay tonight, you fuckin' tease."

As you descend the stairs and head into the spacious kitchen, you hear the shower turn on and exhale a breath you didn't know you had been holding in. Coming to the realization that you both managed to receive the short end of the stick this time, you've gotta finish cooking something nice enough for his mother and he needs a cold, cold shower.

[burrowdarling]

Tis' the season for fic recs

In the spirit of the holidays, I wanted to post about some of my favorite fics I've read on here! Love to all of the writers and my mutuals in this community, you all are amazing and I hope everyone has a happy and safe holiday!

Please abide by each writer's guidelines for their pages!

⋆⁺₊❅⋆ @ladyluvduv ⋆⁺₊❅⋆

❄︎ The Horns Down series ❄︎ Smokin' Out the Window

⋆⁺₊❅⋆ @joeyfranchise ⋆⁺₊❅⋆

❄︎ The Delicate series ❄︎ No One's Ever Had Me (Not Like You)

⋆⁺₊❅⋆ @joeyb1989 ⋆⁺₊❅⋆

❄︎ This Is Me Trying ❄︎ Running Home to Your Sweet Nothings

⋆⁺₊❅⋆ @bengals-barnesbabe ⋆⁺₊❅⋆

❄︎ Thank You TikTok series ❄︎ Pick Up Lines w/ #9

⋆⁺₊❅⋆ @slimshiesty ⋆⁺₊❅⋆

❄︎ LSU!Joe x Shy!reader AU ❄︎ Y'Watchin'?

⋆⁺₊❅⋆ @tigertales9 ⋆⁺₊❅⋆

❄︎ The Anticipation series ❄︎ Calling Audibles

⋆⁺₊❅⋆ @jburrgf ⋆⁺₊❅⋆

❄︎ King of My Heart ❄︎ Easily

⋆⁺₊❅⋆ @yelenasbraid ⋆⁺₊❅⋆

❄︎ The View Between Villages series ❄︎ Lover

⋆⁺₊❅⋆ @v6quewrlds ⋆⁺₊❅⋆

❄︎ Love Language ❄︎ Too Proud

⋆⁺₊❅⋆ @goldfades⋆⁺₊❅⋆

❄︎ Late-Night Calls ❄︎ AFC North Champs

⋆⁺₊❅⋆ @lushlovers ⋆⁺₊❅⋆

❄︎ Arms ❄︎ Drunk Promises

⋆⁺₊❅⋆ @starsinthesky5 ⋆⁺₊❅⋆

❄︎ Down Bad ❄︎ Quarterback

⋆⁺₊❅⋆ @bengals-ix ⋆⁺₊❅⋆

❄︎ Your Hands ❄︎ Sun-Kissed

[kaylasficrecs]

joe burrow recs

dedicated | drabble, fluff | @joeybsversion

the prettiest | drabble, fluff | @lushlovers

surprise | imagine, fluff | @luvu2themoonand2saturn

sweet nothing | imagine, flangst | @baurbiediv

flood gates | imagine, flangst, comfort | @yelenasbraid

sniffle prevention | imagine, fluff | @joesheistyy

pretty girl | drabble, fluff | deactivated blog

burnout | imagine, flangst, comfort | @yelenasbraid

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

nobody gets me | imagine, flangst | @joesheistyy

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

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

mother hen | imagine, fluff | @luvu2themoonand2saturn

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

babysitting | imagine, fluff | @yelenasbraid

sleeping beauty | imagine, fluff | @svt-luna

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

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

exclusively | drabble, flangst | @joeybsversion

super bowl blues | imagine, flangst | @luvu2themoonand2saturn

i love you | imagine, fluff | @hubbvrd

one too many | imagine, fluff | @luvu2themoonand2saturn

mamas | imagine, soft fluff | @svt-luna

amethyst | imagine, flangst, comfort | @betterthanburrow

boze babe | imagine, fluff | @joeys-babe

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

show her off | one shot, fluff | @emmyblues

lie down with me | imagine, fluff | @emmyblues

surprise | imagine, fluff | @hubbvrd

by the beach | imagine, fluff | @emmyblues

birthday kisses | one shot, fluff | @starsinthesky5

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

red light | imagine, fluff | @slimshiesty

take a breather | imagine, angry flangst | @yelenasbraid

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

messed up | one shot, flangst | @heartmix

when in france | one shot, fluff | @eternalsunrise

lover | imagine, fluff | @yelenasbraid

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

[blissfulbqrnes]

and you are?, jj maybank

summary; you and jj hooked up, but when you bump into him you cant seem to remember his name

warnings; mentions of sex nothing graphic, a tiny mention of absent parents, no spoilers i don't think, partying duh, drinking & smoking weed, swearing

word count; 1k

note; this is like pre-poguelandia obvi. i just got back into the account it's been forever, i write & talk about football players too much more often now on @lushlovers ;)

Growing up without having anyone really there as a parent, JJ typically did whatever he pleased when he wasn't with John B. He had had his fair share of brief flings with mostly tourists but the occasional girl from the island managed to get in there somehow. It wasn't anything serious in his mind and he still saw them from time to time, but whenever they like to talk about it is when he decided to take his leave.

He's so used to having girls constantly chasing him that when he's rarely rejected it's quite humbling and hilarious in Kie and Pope's opinions. That face. Not just any face, but your face, he swears he recognizes you and he's almost certain it was a situation where he had managed to get you back to the chateau with his "sweet talk."

The way the moon shines down on your skin is making you almost glow and JJ is damn near star-struck. In his head, he's giving himself a little pep talk before heading over to possibly chat you up once more, "You're doing a little too much thinking," John B pipes up, clapping him on the shoulder and glancing in the direction his friends been staring in for far too long unless it has to do with girls, food, or weed. Two of those are true.

Sure enough, a few feet away is a girl with a blunt between her lips, and the blond's practically drooling, "Go, say something, dude!" JB whispers warm breath fanning over his warming face shoving his friend your way. It's not been since middle school that this man has been nervous to talk to a pretty girl before, but here he is.

Before he even has the time to gather his barrens he's sat right next to you without a damn thing that he can think to say, "Hi," he smiles, hopefully, you'll take the lead on the conversation because apparently tonight he's lost his ability to do so. He's internally punching himself for being so tongue-tied and nervous.

"Y'seem familiar," your voice is slow and so is your brain from the weed, and the way you're looking at him with your eyes all hooded makes his stomach do somersaults. He decides to try and jog your memory a bit, "'m JJ, it comes out sounding almost like a question, and when your brows crease even further his shoulders slump as he releases a sigh of half disappointment and half regret for even coming to talk to you.

"Wait! Like Maybank, Kie's friend," as everything rushes back to you in a few moments, you're kind of sat there looking up at him. This man has seen you in such insane ways and not to mention the best time of your life, not even just with the physical aspect he's a great guy and god is he funny. And also really hot. Now you're the one star-struck.

[idyllicbarb]

baby blues instagram stories

ib: @lushlovers & @chattahoochiecoochie

note; just wanted to show how reader would be in baby blues series, social media wise.

your instagram post

liked by sooraven, joeyb_9, and 567,800 others

yourinstagram: a day in my life, thank you babe.

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joeyb_9: 🤞

bengalsfan: joey and (y/n)? 👀

jaydacheaves: you’re so beautiful, my love. 😍

your instagram story

ciara has replied to your story: you’re living the life mama, congratulations!

joeyb_9 has replied to your story: always spoiling you. ❤️

joe’s instagram post

liked by yourinstgram, jb3iii, and 850,321 others

joeinstagram: i’mma do just what i want, lookin’ ahead no turnin’ back

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yourinstagram: the kid cudi lyrics never stop.

tylerboyd: 🐐

sam_hubbard_: what is this?

yourinstagram: @sam_hubbard_ don’t be a hater!

joe’s instagram story

[mrssturnioloo]

JOE BURROW REC LIST

- copacabana by @dashjenners

joe burrow x reader

- man in black by @dashjenners

joe burrow x reader

- blazed: man in black ll by @dashjenners

joe burrow x reader

- sweet cigar by @dashjenners

joe burrow x reader

- lsu joe @lushlovers

- joe in hats @lushlovers

[caitlynscorpuscallosum]

Hi vm :) i'm lushlove from tik tok, and i've been following your caitvi notes series since it began

Me and my best friend (whom I'm secretly in love with) absolutely adore your work. It's absurd how you get so little notes here! Seeing that you've updated the series makes my day. Your understanding of Cait and Vi is so profound, and I find myself giggling at every witty retort I read.

Your account, at least on tumblr, deserves much more love! I thought that I should voice how much your writing means to me. Also, that oneshot is something I'd print and take to my grave

Me and my best friend don't have any classes together, but we began writing notes to each other just for the hell of it. Maybe I'll tell her how I feel through a letter, like how your Cait and Vi did for each other. Anyhow, so in love with each update you make!

thank you so much! i have tons of fun making these notes and writing for caitvi and i’m so glad that i can share the fun with you :)

it’s so sweet that you and your friend pass notes even without having class together! (how does it feel to literally be y/n) best of luck to you two and thank you once again 💕

- vm

[toppersbitch]

joe with a clumsy reader who tried to cook to surprise him but ends up with multiple bruises and joe gets worried (I tried to make dumplings and ended up with burns,cuts and black eye b/c I hit myself with the dough roller thingy😑)

Check out something similar by @lushlovers

Direct Link to their story: Who's Cutting Onions, J Burrow

[thebeckybee]

When I worked at Lush, my favourite thing was to create the soap displays.

[lushlovers]

frat joe with drunken confessions definitely !!!!

Drunk Promises, J Burrow

summary; joe being absolutely gone and rambling about things he shouldn't.

warnings; swearing, kisses, mentions of drinking, drunken rambling

word count; 700 something

note; i'm so bored and tired but i can't sleep so i decided to fulfill this request while i have some downtime:)) also hey?? Its been like a million years, more frat joe coming soon;)!

The porch is spinning and Joe swears he sees three different door knobs after he's struggled with only you to help him drag his heavy limbs around. He attempts to reach for one of them but misses, swishing his hand around before he finds it to unlock and shove the door open. You mumble every swear that comes to mind when it slams into the rubber stopper on the wall, surely waking up everyone in the house and a few houses down, "Welcome to my humble abode, gorgeous," he smirks, stumbling into the wall, trying to play off the fact that he nearly fell over by leaning on it with arms crossed over his broad chest.

When your eyes meet him, his brows raise playfully. At this point it's taking everything out of you not to bust out laughing at his advancements, he's not one for compliments unless he's high as hell or drunk out of his mind, "I've been here more times than I can count, but thank you," you shake your head as you unstrapped your heels, leaving them to rest on the shoe rack.

After he'd struggled as much coming up the front steps, you're thanking God he chose the bedroom on the ground floor rather than up or downstairs. "To my bed then," he asks hopeful as all hell and you nod, taking his hands and leading him straight to his bed. He falls back onto it slowly scooting himself toward the headboard.

Quickly you bolt to the kitchen in search of hangover relief and some water before he gets any stupid ideas whilst left alone. Upon your return, you're greeted by a shirtless Joe who's struggling to get his jeans from around his ankles. Shaking your head for the thousandth time, you tug them off, discarding them in the hamper in the closet. "Eager for me?" You scoff at the ever-deepening of his voice and allow him to unzip your dress.

When his hands swiftly push the fabric from your shoulder, "Not tonight, Joey. Why don't you get some sleep" you step back and he continues attempting to pull you back into him. Joe watches intently as you find one of his LSU shirts folded atop his dresser, give it a smell test, and climb into bed beside him.

"Pathetic excuse for panties," he mumbles through hiccups, using his index finger to snap the elastic against the meat of your hip. You roll your eyes and as you inch away from him his arms wrap even tighter around you, keeping you plastered into him. He grinds his hard-on into the back of your thigh holding onto your hips moving you only where he sees fit.

"Sleep, Joseph," you murmur against his pillows but of course, he's relentless with his wet, sloppy neck kisses. This time you sit completely in bed, snatch the pillows from behind your head and throw them onto the floor. You fumble in the dark for the throw blankets at the foot of his bed, once you've found them you make your spot on the floor, but before you even put the pillows into position he's mumbling and hiccupping through protests.

"mmmm, baby noo, get up here with me. I sleep a bajillion times better with your body next to mine," when you meet his eyes they're glazed over, almost like he wants to cry but is fighting it with every fiber of his being. You're quite shocked, never has this man ever cried in your presence and for that to happen right here, right now, wouldn't shock you with the way he's been acting since his third drink. "And you're drunk, I don't want you to do or say something you'll regret, honey."

He's melting internally at your use of that sweet little nickname you love to use when he's been drinking, "I'll be quiet about all that, mama, I promise" You sigh, and give in as soon as a pout begins to show itself on his pretty, perfect face, picking up your stuff off the floor just as fast as you had put them down. Before you're even back into his bed, he's giggling and scooting over to leave much more space than you need to keep his promise.

[kikiglasgow]

Best bath bomb I've had for aaages!

[delibratelydaydreaming-astr0]

Lush was the only store that I felt any familiarity with in Ukraine. The employees there tended to also know the basics of english which was really nice too!

I cant even explain how awkward I would feel when workers would approach me in stores asking me something in russian. Everytime I would make that “i’m so sorry i’m here and can’t even speak the native language” face and explain that I only speak english.

[reallexiwalker]

This is literally my go to product for double cleansing (DOUBLE CLEANSING DOES WONDERS MAY I ADD ❤️). It’s suitable for all skin types and after following up with a water based cleanser (I use the Acewell 5.5 Bubble-Free pH Balancing Cleanser from Soko Glam) Ultrabland gives me the perfect amount of moisture and doesn’t leave my skin feeling too greasy. It’s great for removing any makeup and or dirt and oil that gets built up in your pores. Unlike most makeup removers, it leaves skin feeling soft and nourished✨.

[idyllicbarb]

Thinking about writing a lil Sammy Hubbard fic bc there aren’t enough of them (yours and chattahoochie’s and ??? That’s all I can think of rn rip we need more of him) but I feel like there isn’t a high enough demand for it, plus I know little about the logistics of football. Any pointers on getting started?

writers who have written for sam;

@balanceingrace

@chattahoochiecoochie

@lushlovers

@ethancale

and me!

i really cannot explain this— fics written about athletes don’t necessarily have to be tied to their sport. you can make it alternative universe! but if you want to keep your writing about sam and his football career then in my opinion, just watch a few videos about the basics of football (maybe some even about defense since he’s a defensive end) just let loose and write whatever comes to mind! you got this bookie. 🫶���

[laceandchanel]

Lush & soap and glory Goodies 🛁🎀✨

https://youtu.be/ANTzUvuV5xE