#lushlovers fic

[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.

[idyllicbarb]

hi!! I’m new to the joe burrow fic world. I love your works!! do you have any favorites writers?

hello love! welcome, i hope you have a good time here. and thank you for your kind comment! my favorite writers;

@balanceingrace

@baddhoe4

@blndspotting

@joeshiestyslover

@joesburrows

@lushlovers

@tigertales9

[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.

[lushlovers]

The Prettiest, J Burrow

summary; joe never will let you forget how much you rock his world.

warnings; so sweet i've got diabetes, kissing in many different forms and all the pillowtalk in the entire worldddd<333

word count; just under 400

note; i love fluffy fluff. especially with my fav wife

Your fingers strum to the beat of happy music in your head along his defined jawline. It's even stronger due to the smile on his face, so big it makes his cheeks hurt. The one of yours is even bigger though, if that's even possible, "How did I even manage to bag you," He thinks out loud, pressing a sweet kiss to your warming cheek.

"Dunno, I ask myself the same thing, Joey," you tease, earning an eye roll and scoff in response. Joe pinches your exposed hip at your cheap shot. "You were supposed to say something along the lines of, "Oh, Joe! You're so handsome and sexy. How ever could you ask that?!" He attempts his best impression of you, going as far as to flutter his lashes in your direction.

Now you're scoffing and landing a tiny punch on his shoulder, "I don't sound like that and who even talks like that?" This time, instead of responding to you, he kisses the crease from your eyebrows, "You don't and no one, just love getting a rise out of you, sweet girl."

Hiding your hot face in his bare chest, doing your best to shield yourself from anymore praise. If you here one more thing like that, it's definitely possible that you explode right here, right now. "Nooo, I wanna see your pretty face," he murmurs holding you face in his hands, making you look up at him, and pressing a long, slow kiss to your lips.

Joe loves seeing how easily he can fluster you, one of his favorite activities. It's completely his fault when you excuse yourself at event or team dinners because he just wont stop whispering the sweetest or nastiest things to you, just to see you flush or watch your breath hitch.

As he pull away every so slightly, putting just enough room for his breath to fan over your face as he whispers, "There's my girl, the prettiest ever." God, is it like a thousand degrees in here? It was difficult to come up with a response to that, especially when your mind goes numb and empty when he says the littlest of compliments.

"I'm gonna tell your mom you've just said that," you retort, "Go right ahead, I tell her and dad how gorgeous my girl is any chance I get."

[lushlovers]

Happy Fuckin' New Year, J Burrow

summary; you're clueless and airheaded at times, it really gets under joe's skin.

warnings; still on their fwb shiz, joe's an asshole, swearing, kissing obvi, drunk joe and reader, youre a clingy drunk sorry

word count; 621

note; i love frat joey already. the hat mentioned is the "big dick joe" one btw:).

HAPPY NEW YEAR HOPE IT TREATS YOU SO WELL, MY BABIES

Ever since your third drink you were practically stuck to Joe, somehow he ended up on a sofa with you in his lap, talking about whatever with JJ whilst you spoke with Aiyanna. "Oh my gosh, Ai! Come on, I love this song," you slur, grabbing the girl's well manicured hands and pulling her off to dance in the crowd.

Joe watched the two of you, admiring just how free and beautiful you are, alcohol effects some people awfully, but it let him get a glimpse of how you truly are with no filter or nothing holding you back. Justin caught his heart eyed friend, nudging him with his shoulder, smiling his big contagious smile, "You really like her, man. We all can tell."

Confusion graced his features, "She's only a good fuck, you know that," those words left an awful taste in his mouth, but he'd never tell Justin that, "Do I? You're practically an emoji right now," JJ snorts, watching as his girl made her way back with her arms linked with yours, laughing loudly as fall back onto Joe's thighs.

"That was so fun, you should've danced with me, Joey," he hums in response, using his hands to help you situate yourself comfortable on top of him. He wishes he did even more so than you. "Not much of a dancer, you don't seem to be either," you frown at his distasteful words, how dare he insult your dance skills? You mumble under your breath something about how mean he is to you.

"You love it," his voice is muffled slightly against your sweater clad shoulder, you reach behind you to snatch his hat and placing it on top of your head, not at all caring or realizing what it said. Leaning yourself back into him, looking to your phone for the time, 12:55. "We have to go watch the ball drop," now you're shakily standing up and grabbing at Joe's hands to get him up as well.

"Slow down, damn." His words are lost to you, as you drag him towards the room that was projecting the timer onto the walls. Your skin's glowing with how the room is lit and Joe can't seem to look away from your pretty face, he reaches out to you, using his finger to tilt your head to face him. "Have I ever told you how gorgeous you are?"

"Cool it, cheeseball," you giggle, pushing his arm back to his side, he clears his throat embarrassed, never again. "Right, my bad," he sneers, rolling his eyes. Closing himself off completely when he folds his arms over his chest, chewing at the skin at his cheek so he doesn't tell you how bitchy that was.

Your clueless to how you just bruised the man's ego, counting down with the rest of the people, bouncing on your heels. Grabbing Joe by the shirt as that time gets closer. He tells himself to walk off or not let it happen, but the look of admiration and excitement in your eyes made those thought leave his mind and if that look wasn't enough your lips were.

Fire works went off not only in the sky, but in your stomach along with an entire zoo's worth of butterflies. His hands grab at your hips pulling you closer, the irritation he felt moments before has disappeared entirely. At this moment it was like no one else existed but the two of you. Reality managed to catch up to him a bit when you pulled away, looking up at him, "Happy New Year, Mr Burrow."

"Happy fuckin' New Year," and just like that his lips are on yours again, harder this time, more desperate than before.

[lushlovers]

Milfiestest, J. Burrow

summary; an early midspring saturday morning for the burrow's

warnings; swearing, petnames from joey yum, mention of the manspread, domestic married couple activities, discussion about how much of a milf and dilf u and joe are...

word count; 1.2k

note; i've been needing to write some girl dad! joe for a while, i love writing domestic family stuff its the best ever when all else fails. i will add to and possibly make an au out of this, you guys will be introduced to Dallas at some point.

Saturday's in the spring are arguably the most peaceful yet stressful days in the Burrow household. Having to entertain three kids all day was quite a chore, but Joe's home so, how difficult can it be? the answer to that question is probably not what you'd expect. With their husbands around most people get more done, but when you're husbands here, you might as well count him in with the kids.

Waking up at 7:40 instead of the crack of dawn to get everyone ready for school is the highlight of the morning. Joe's in bed too.

"Rise and shine, Joseph," your voice was barely understood due to your face being shoved into your pillow, glancing over in your man's direction proved he was no where near rising and shining. Invading his personal space was amazing, especially when he still warm from sleeping.

The skin of your cheek nuzzled against his chest, listening to the thump thump of his heartbeat. His presence alone was beyond comforting, he was just the person who could calm any stress or anxieties you felt. You pressed quick, chaste kisses to his bare collarbone, inhaling his scent, allowing it to flood your nose.

He began to stir ever so lightly, his lashes fluttering a bit as his eyes opened. The stare of his piercing eyes on you was inevitable when waking up this way, "morning, mama," he spoke up for the first time. His voice was still riddled with sleep, sounding a bit deeper, "Good morning," you beam, still giddy over the nickname that's stuck for as long as you can remember, long before you even were a mama.

Joe enjoyed the way you hid your face in his chest when he called you names or told you how much he loved you. Still blushing like the teen girl in glasses you were in high school, he'd never get over your reactions.

You both soaked in your bit of quiet time, Annika was old enough to be sleeping in a bit later than she used to in the earlier stages, thank God. But she still screamed bloody murder if left alone in her crib for long enough. Meaning times like this were few and far between.

Geo, on the other hand, climbs out of his bed and runs straight down the hall to bang on your bedroom door. Who needs an alarm clock when you have a five year old anyway? Speak of the devil, the all too familiar knocking of tiny fist against the white wood was a snap back into reality.

"Mama, I'm hungry," he whined, slapping the surface of the door he hadn't yet master how to open. Baby proofing the doorknobs proved very effective in his and his sister's case, however Dallas had figure out the concept rather quickly, he knew his boundaries in the house so no problem there.

"Mom's coming, Geo, go check on your sister, yeah?" Joe shouted slightly, just loud enough for the boy to hopefully hear him, his tiny feet could be heard across the hardwood floors. Joe watched you slide out from under the warm linens, stretching out your muscles, and heading in the direction of the in suite as you yawned.

Joe took advantage of this time to get himself up as well, opening to bedroom door so the kids could come and go if needed. The sound of the door creaking caught your attention, peeking your head around the doorway, Joe laughed a bit at your state. Hair pulled back so it was in your face, purple tooth brush pressed against your cheek, and tooth paste adorning the corner of your pretty lips, always so gorgeous to him, even when you didn't feel it.

Back to what you were doing, in the bathroom, watching your husband join you in the massive mirror, "I've missed you guys so much, y'know?" He mumbled, putting a bit of toothpaste on his toothbrush, keeping a close eye of your reaction.

Nudging him with your shoulder, "We've missed you more, it's not the same unless we're all here," You inform him, truly, if Joe's not around any bit of fun is dulled considerably. Like there's a void that's only filled by his existence. When Dallas was little, you were able to take him to most of the games, but traveling only got more difficult as your little family expanded, leaving you to stay home and watch the games on tv most of the time.

Kissing his cheek as you dropped your toothbrush into the storage cup on the counter, "I need to go check on Geo, God knows what hes gotten into by now," Joe simply hummed as you headed into the room down the hall that was drowning in pink.

In your defense all the pink was not your idea, Joe was meant to have a little girl at some point and when he found out he was, he drenched her room in Disney princess and pink anything and everything.

The light was on and Geo had his face squished against the bars of the crib, having a conversation with his babbling little sister. The boys loved their girls unconditionally. "Geo baby, go get Dallas up so we can figure out breakfast, please," Geo's a good boy, the most helpful, productive five year old you've ever met, maybe you're biased because he's your baby but even so.

Scooping her up, Annika sat on your hip as you found a diaper in the tiny cabinet you had situated next to her changing table, they were all growing up so fast. Pretty soon she'd be focused on potty training and looking for a time for her to start going to daycare for the entire week. As of now, she went twice a week and on those days you'd be working with Joe's parents on important business stuff.

"I wanna do it!" Joe shouted, running into the door as you laid the baby comfortably on the table, stepping aside for him to do the job instead of you, "Since when do you like being on diaper duty," you asked, arms crossed over your chest, staring up at his face with creased brows. "Since," he glanced at his non-existent watch, "Right now, don't complain Mrs Burrow."

This form of Joe was someone almost no one but you and immediate family knew, comfortable sweats, unruly hair, and a random t-shirt he's probably had since high school, cooing at his little girl. Wrapping up the dirty diaper and dropping it into the trash can, "Good morning, little mama," He greeted, lifting her up into the air as she laughs at his goofy faces and voices.

"Why are you the dilfiest dilf ever?" Another good question, this time asked as you grab a handful of his ass, "Woah there, ma'am watch the hands," He grunted turning to face you, so his bum was out of your reach, "Good question, baby, why are you the milfiestest milf ever?"

Annika looked at you both, trying to comprehend what was going on around he, but she was too invested in the necklace around your neck, her chubby arms reached out for you, just so she could play with the metal. Just as you went to grab her, Joe moved way from you quickly, distracting her from you with more silly faces.

"I don't think milfiestest is a word, Joseph."

[lushlovers]

So Good, J Burrow

summary; post-game lovin'

warnings; a wee bit of smut, heavyyyy praise, many pet-names, swearing, kissing, yada yada fingering on the couch,

word count; 439? i think

note; this is so self-indulgent per usual. thank you so much for forty followers??? i just started it feels like, i love you guys sm. apologies on my disappearance ive been catching up on school:(

The room felt as if it were spinning. Any breath from your lungs nearly sucked out completely, only because of how he touched you. A muscular thigh pressed against you, applying just the perfect amount of pleasure. His mouth made quick work on your neck, leaving bruises the same shade of his suit.

Home games are the best thing in the world. Going home to sleep in your own bed after big games is amazing, "You did so good today, Joey," your lips are pressed against his at any chance you get, praising his performance in the way you know he loves to hear.

"Oh, yeah? You think so?" He's challenging your opinions, trying his best to egg you on and get more praise out of you, to which you happily oblige. "So good, baby, I'm so proud of you." His hands station themselves on your hips, pulling you in even more.

You both had somehow made it into your house, fumbling around until you find the light switch in the living room, Joe lays you down, kicking off his and removing your shoes for you in the process. His body was draped over yours, his hands running over every inch of you.

Tugging at the string of your sweats, layering was a given after being outside in the bitter cold for hours on end. He's sat on his knees, quickly pushing off every article of clothing he saw in the way of his goal. The clothes seemed to create a pile just on the other side of the coffee table, but that was to be dealt with later.

His fingers pushed aside your underwear, your face heated at your exposure, nothing he hasn't seen a million times over, but the way he reacted was like a kid in a candy store. Using the tip of his fingers to just apply the right amount of pressure to your clit, circling it with them smoothly, pulling a gasp from your drying throat.

Joe's so cocky about it as well, pushing just one of his thick fingers into your cunt, working himself in. He never had to prep you much, just knowing the ways to talk or touch you to get you going in the best way. Instinctively your hand shoots up to cover your agape mouth as he curled to fingers against your walls.

"No, nono, move your hands, mama, wanna see you," he reassures, tapping your wrist with his freehand. Slowly and hesitantly you drop it at your side, averting your eyes from the man between your legs, seeing it would make it more embarrassing than it already was.

Keeping a close eye on the way your brows creased as he grazed certain spots within you or made those same motions on your clit, this time with a rough thumb. Being in bed with someone as observant as him is great, plus he really knows how to use his hands.

Nothing was quite like the way your legs closed around his hand or the way that made his head spin just like it did the first time he had you like this, vulnerable in such a way that only he was lucky enough to see.

[lushlovers]

Love it, J. Burrow

summary; it's just kissing, right?

warnings; kissing duh, like two petnames i think, little to no swearing, grammatical errors, dirty talk but nothing super horrible, the manspread���

word count; 530

note; guys listen, i havent written anything serious in a while so please bare with me.

this past week was interesting, dating an nfl star was never really a calm experience, but that's what you signed up for when you began flirting with the joe burrow after one of his big high school games. who wouldn't? i mean, the man's fucking gorgeous.

he's been yours, since the summer of junior year with no change of that in sight. obsessed wouldn't even begin to describe how joe felt about you, any chance he gets he's talking about you or your future together.

coming home from a long day of early christmas shopping knowing he was inside waiting for you always made you smile. after leaving the bags in your car and locking the doors with the key pad, you hurried in the house to find your man on the couch looking straight at you.

"hi, baby," he greeted, eyes crinkling as he smiled at just the sight of you, you're quick to kick off your shoes after hours of walking many stores and shopping malls in the area, "hi, joey," you responded. all the lights but the kitchen were off, the television illuminating the living room.

the game playing on it seemed to be disregarded by joe as he opened his arms, inviting you to come sit on his lap with raised brows. god, does he know how hot it is when he's literally just sitting there? the tops of his thighs are always the best seat in the house aside from his face.

plopping down onto him and wrapping your arms around his neck, "how was shopping?" he questioned, absentmindedly running his hands along your thighs, even through your sweats they still manage to give you goosebumps. "long, i missed you so much," you mumble, breathing in the smell of his shampoo.

"i missed you more, sweetheart," pulling away slightly to press a kiss to his lips, "impossible," you murmured against them, causing him to smile even more than he was before. his tongue slide along your bottom lip, mewling as you allow him to deepen what was supposed to be innocent kisses.

moments later a need for air hits you, joe does his best to chase your mouth, but is unsuccessful and settles for the delicate skin of your neck instead. you push yourself down further onto his lap, grinding against him, breathless and with your head a bit fuzzy from just kissing, he really knows how to use his mouth in every way possible.

"i love it when you kiss my neck," you're more breathless than before, if that's even possible. joe smiles for what feels like the hundredth time tonight, "i know you do, why do you think i do it so often?" like it never left his mouth is back on your neck, this time sucking a bruise there, grazing his teeth and tongue over it to seal the deal.

you hadn't realized how hard you were grinding down onto him until his calloused hands gripped your hips, making you whine in protest. "keep doing that and i'll cum in my pants," he grits out through clenched teeth.

you smile this time, knowingly up to no good, "what if i want that, joey?"

[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.

[lushlovers]

Have you thought of writing more Sam? If you do could you do one about him as a dad

Tickles, Sam Hubbard

summary; jazzy doesn't take jokes very well...

warnings; fluffy dad sam<3, talk of a pregnancy (duhhhh), unedited work.

word count; 450

note; sam is girl dad idgaf !!!! thank you to everyone who read the first thing i wrote for sam, I'm really happy you enjoyed it enough to ask for more:))). quite short, i know, this is to hold you all over until i get the two longer fics finished

All the things your little family of three had planned many months ago seemed to be out the window, but now you're stuck waddling around your house with a baby kicking at your blatter every second of every day. Sam had to leave you and Jasmine at home to even go grocery shopping, but every time without fail, he would forget something despite having a list on his phone and on paper. You sit down dramatically next to your daughter slinging your arm across her lap for extra effort.

Kicking her chunky legs, "No, mama, too big!" She whines pouting around the pacifier situated between her lips and crossing her arms over her chest when your body refused to budge. Your mouth falls open as you scoff at her implying how big you are, "I'm well aware, Jaz. Thanks." You sniffle, dramatically wiping nonexistent tears and slumping over as your begin to fake cry into your hands.

Sam chimes in from the doorway where you hadn't realized he was leaning up against, "Jazzy, you hurt mommy's feelings," he comes over to pet your hair trying to console your shaking form, doing everything he can not to bust out laughing at your daughter's reaction. She was sitting looking at you with seemingly every emotion on her face.

As you continue to fake cry, she jumps up, finally grasping the fact that she had hurt your feelings. Her little hand taps your should, "No, cry, mama," she whines, but you continue putting on a show, "'m sorry," she juts out her bottom lip looking up at Sam, he notices quickly and you hear it in her voice.

When you sit up from your hands, there's a huge smile prominent on your face, you scoop her up and lay her down on the couch, tickling her sides as she giggles and tries her best to protest. Finally, you let up, but then Sam goes and does the same her laugh is even louder as she squeals and continues to try and wiggle free from his tickle attack.

He makes quick work of throwing her over his shoulder and walks off to her playroom down the hall with you waddling your way close behind him. You observe them silently as she brings him over to a stroller with one of her many dolls in it, and hands him a onesie asking him to help her put its clothes on. There's not a time you can think of that he ever tells that girl no, she's spoiled rotten, especially by him.

You are too so there's not much you can say to him that's not outright hypocritical, he's just too nice of a person.

[lushlovers]

Jamie, J Burrow

summary; he just misses her.

warnings; heavy angst, alcohol abuse, swearing, mentions of bars and driving under the influence, talk of loss of loved one's. all around sad stuff.

word count; 1k

note; this is inspired by one of my favorite songs at the moment, Jamie by Zach Bryan ft. Charles Wesley Godwin, feel free to listen as you read for the best experience. i did cut it short because i'm not killing off joe, sue me.

please let me know if i missed anything in the warnings and if any of the warnings mentioned above may even slightly trigger you, please skip this work. there will be a fluffy one-shot of the burrow's coming soon for those who choose not to read. <333

There ain't much a war when it's 4:34 With the man you were before that bar door.

This Joe wasn't who he used to be. Drowning his sorrows in whiskey or any hard alcohol he could get his lips on was never his way of grief. Never had he ever been such a heavy drinker in all of his time in this world. He doesn't even like to drink. But love drives people to do the unimaginable, unfortunately for him, Joe Burrow was no exception to that fact.

No one loves you enough to give you a ride and your cars sittin' right outside, Oh, Jamie

Given the time no one was answering his calls and he wasn't in the right might set to find any friends who were willing to go with him and be the designated driver. Joe's made a few mistakes in his life, drunk driving was never on the list of those. He learned from a young age that was never a good decision.

Keep your tires between the ditches And your eyes peeled on the road.

Unknowingly, Joe swerved the expensive BMW that used to belong to his wife, driving it gave him a slight sense of relief. He used to always drive it, never alone though, she always in the passenger seat. She never liked being away from him, always loving just being in his presence.

There's two more minutes before you're back home.

The bar he chose to drown his feelings in drinking at was just seven minutes from their his expensive home. Going back there was always dreaded, especially knowing the one he once loved wouldn't be snuggled up in his clothes waiting on his arrival. He's not sure how he's driven the five minutes, his minds more clouded by liquor than it's ever been.

Don't 103 feel so free? You always loved the revelry Oh, Jamie

His wife was always one to get him out of his comfort zones, introducing him to new things. One thing she could never get him into was partying. She always used to tell him about the parties she had went to when they were back in high school, Joe never could imagine jeopardizing his nearly spotless career, so he settling for story telling.

The flashing red and blue in a cracked rear view.

"Goddammit," he murmured, pressing his foot down a bit harder as the cop's light flashes along his clammy face. As if his life could get anymore difficult, the last thing he needs is a DUI charge against him. The cracks of her rear view mirror obstructed his line of sight ever so slightly, he remembers the call he got from her stressed about the crack in her mirror. He was quick to reassure that it was the cold or something.

He remembers the smile he once owned.

Joe used to be the happiest man on the planet. He had a great upbringing, the perfect wife, a baby on the way, anything a man could ever ask for and then some. There was almost never any complaints from him about anything. He was simply content all the time. He used to smile until his cheeks would hurt, now the only expression he made was when the burn of his drink of choice hit him.

But he ain't gonna stop for any cop, from here to damn near Wichita County.

If he gets caught in this act. his excuse'll be that there was no where to pull off. There's no way he could pull him over in this area, maybe he'll understand how close he is to the neighborhood? What Joe couldn't seem the grasp was the fact that he was driving so dangerously, the cop who saw him to he was out of his mind and needed to be stopped immediately.

I'll go tonight, boys. I don't mean no harm. I just miss my lovin' lady and layin' in her arms. (2x)

The only thing his mind was on was her and the baby girl who he never got to properly meet or hold. His girls.

'Cause there's a tombstone hidden in a place that he don't visit.

Every time he took the tiny dirt road back to the secluded place he chose to lay them, his heart broke impossibly more. Life could never be the same for him, everyone knew it. The funeral gutted him from the inside out, seeing her their completely lifeless made his breath catch. Panic set in pretty quickly and all he saw was black.

Where the love of his life was laid to rest, he'll make it there by dusk that is where they'll draw their guns, Oh, Jamie.

He felt heavy, like he was carrying burden on him at all times or maybe he was the burden. His eyes blurred with tears that he was quick to wipe away. The blue and red lights followed him the entire way to his destination, no shock there though.

Cause this life ain't worth livin' if the love that you've been given is taken before you are.

There was nothing left for him. No one to come home to, no one to call his own, no one to run his mouth about to his friends. nothing, just a canyon in not only his heart but his soul. Nothing could fill this, no amount of booze or therapy could fix the pain he felt at this time. He's tried it all and failed every single fucking time.

Now Jamie is dancin' and spinnin' around his baby in the stars.

He had this analogy. That they were watching him, dancing around in the clouds and painting every sunset to keep him going. Even the simplest of tasks felt impossible in his situation.

I'll go tonight, boys. I don't mean no harm. I just miss my lovin' lady and layin' in her arms. (2x)

[lushlovers]

MASTERLIST

[ s ] indicates smut & [ * ] is suggestive!! 18+ is preferred. [ a ] denotes angst! [ f ] is fluff!! i'm not at fault for what you choose to consume! in no particular order!

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series!

the burrows — masterlist for all my writings about the family's adventures.

one-shots! (1k words and over)

jamie, joe burrow [ a ] — he just misses her.

sad beautiful tragic, joe burrow [ a ] — a sad beautiful tragic love affair

blurbs! (under 1k)

love it, joe burrow [ * ] — it's just kissing, right?

so good, joe burrow [ s ] — post-game lovin'

hands, joe burrow [ * ] — something about his hands..

the prettiest, joe burrow [ f ] — joe never will let you forget how much you rock his world.

the p-word, joe burrow [ f ] — he doesn't know what to say or how to react to things like this.

confident, sam hubbard [ * ] — he knows just what to say and when to say it

who's cutting onions, joe burrow [ f ] — you wanted to make him something nice, but you're not the most steady-handed

c*ntmuffin, joe burrow [ f & * ] — you're just having a bit of harmless fun, but joe doesn't seem to enjoy it as much as you are. frat!lsu!joe

happy fuckin' new year, joe burrow [ f ] — you're clueless and airheaded at times, it really gets under joe's skin. frat!lsu!joe

one more, joe burrow [ * ] — we might have to start calling him jealous joey frat!lsu!joe

ignored, joe burrow [ f ] — he's quite the hypocrite frat!lsu!joe

drunk promises, joe burrow [ * & f ] — he's drunk and rambling about things he shouldn't. frat!lsu!joe

requests are open!

[lushlovers]

"The Burrows": AU masterlist

[ s ] indicates smut & [ * ] is suggestive!! 18+ is preferred. [ a ] denotes angst! [ f ] is fluff!! i'm not at fault for what you choose to consume!

if the story you're searching for isn't below, or my link isn't working check #lushlovers fic and feel free to send an ask to let me know!

main masterlist

one-shots!

milfiestest, joe burrow [ f ] — an early mid-spring saturday morning

xbox withdrawals, joe burrow [ f ] — decorating your beautiful home for christmas and dallas being the equivalent of the grinch :).

blurbs!

— coming soon...

[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. 🫶🏽