#sam hubbard imagine

[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.

[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.

[lukeevangelista]

could you write a fic or something where sam hubbard gets protective over his partner? maybe someone at a game says something demeaning?

“Maybe you could get on your knees more for your boyfriend.” A fan grumbled from beside you, “Then maybe Sam would be playing a hell of a lot better than he is. He’s costing us so much by not-” “Excuse me?” You gasped cutting him off as you watched him turn and face you, not realizing Sam was in ear shot radius. You were currently standing in the exit zone, fans being barricaded from the players, but able to see everything. 

“You heard me.” He chuckled, “Do what a partner is supposed to do and make him cum a couple of times and get him better. Seems like that’s all you’re good for anyways.”

“The hell?” Sam hissed as he walked towards you two, “I swear to god, if I ever hear you say anything else like that to my partner, let alone anyone, you’ll be-”

“Sam don’t.” You whispered, “Don’t say something you’ll regret.”

“You’re lucky they’re here buddy.” He glared at him, “So fucking lucky.” “Let’s go home Sam, I’m not worried about him.” you said you two started towards Sam’s truck.

“I just don’t like someone talking to you like that.”

“I know.” You muttered, “but he’s not worth it. Especially threatening him. It’s not worth it if it gets out.”

“You don’t realize, you’re worth it all baby.” He chuckled as he started the truck, lacing your hands, “C’mon though, let’s get home and I’ll show you how much you’re worth it.” He said as he pressed a kiss to the back of your hand. 

“Can’t wait Mr. Hubbard.” 

[0sincerelyella]

Can you write a ANDREI IOSIVAS fic just cuddling with him or something

My Girl - Andrei iosivas

Summary: Andrei is new to the nfl, just fresh out of college and just having his NFL debut recently, his birthday turns out to be his greatest day in his personal life and his career ever.

A/n: YES YES A MILLION TIMES YES

girl everytime i go to write this HE DOES SMTH AMAZING

babe got his FIRST CAREER TOUCHDOWN WOOOO happy birthday yosh!

y/n, regrettably has not been able to make it to a single bengals game this season. Her long term boyfriend, andre iosivas, was a rookie in the nfl, but y/n herself was finishing up nursing school and she’s just been to busy.

with andreis bitrthday being today, his only wish, which he never voiced to y/n (knowing her busy schedule, he hated being a bother because of his own silly wants), was for y/n to make it to his game.

he met y/n in hawaii while she was on vacation with her family. he worked up the courage to ask the beautiful girl for her number and she thankfully said yes. they did long distance for awhile until both decided to go to princeton. the first time they saw eachother was the most magical moment.

when andrei woke up this morning, y/n had her books and papers spread all across the kitchen table with her head in her hands. she wore her hair in a messy bun, one of andreis hoodies hugging her body as she frustratingly typed on her computer. “how long have you been up beautiful?”

he wraps his arms around her neck as he stands behind her. “four” she said yawning, which wasn’t a total lie.

andrei sighed, kissing her cheek. “i’m sorry love, your gonna ace this exam though” he promised, smiling at his lover. little did he know, y/n took her exam a week ago, getting permission to take it early. “i’m sorry i can’t come to your game today drei” she said, standing up to hug him. “happy birthday though” she whispered, making sure he knew she didn’t forget. he giggled, holding her hips. “thank you sweetheart” he kissed her forehead and spun her around “and don’t worry about the game, you study your butt off and i’ll help you study tomorrow. you’ve got this my sweet girl”

andrei got himself ready and left as y/n held the door open and watched him leave. she said her byes and shut the door. y/n then ran to the kitchen and cleaned up her props, throwing them in the closet. she took off andreis hoodie to reveal the fresh iosivas jersey that was underneath. she quickly got ready with excitement in her eyes. the first game of the season that she can see, sadly, is the sixth one. the bengals have not been doing to hot recently, but y/ns support never waivers

she could not wait to see the smile on andreis face as she drove to the stadium. she practically ran into the stadium to sit down. she sat directly in the front, leaning down and cheering as she watched the game.

when she saw joe scrambling to find a person to throw the ball to, that’s when she saw andrei. she yelled so happily as the ball was thrown down the field and turned into andreis first career touchdown. y/n screamed at the top of her lungs as she jumped up and down. happier than anything.

she watched as her face appeared on the jumbo tron. she also watched as in the excitement, andrei looks towards the jumbo tron and his whole face changes. his neck snaps towards the seats as he searches for her. and once their eyes met he ran as fast as he could. “happy birthday!” she screamed, his smile was the greatest gift even if it wasn’t y/ns birthday.

“You suck!” he giggled, handing her the game ball. “your kidding!” “gotta go love!” andrei ran back to the field and y/n couldn’t be happier.

after the game, y/n waited patiently as andrei sprinted at out the locker room in a record breaking 20 minutes. and as he saw y/n standing with a gift and the game ball in hand he tackled her into the biggest hug she’s ever received. “i love you a thousand times over” he whispered, swaying back and forth. “best birthday ever” he added, kissing her passionately.

after the kiss, y/n handed him the gift. “y/n, you are gift enough” he said, still standing in the middle of the facility not knowing which reporters are watching and recording their every move but andrei didn’t even think twice, his excitement was too overwhelming to care who watched.

y/n shook her head and watched as he ripped apart the packaging and opened a glass incased orange and yellow hibiscus flower. the flower was wilted, and the glass read the date of their meeting. “i got it incased in glass a year after we met when we were still long distance and i was waiting for the right moment to give it to you” she waited six years to give him this gift.

“you waited six years?”

“i wanted it to have value. eventually i had forgotten, and the other day while i was coming up with this plan i had found it, and figured this birthday was a better time than any to gift you this gift” andrei had tears in his eyes

this gift, the flower, was the flower he gave her the day they met. hand picked, and handed straight to her along with a request for her number.

his first career touchdown, his girl finishing her test early and cutting all school work for the next two days just to be with him, and the best gift he could ever receive. it created his dream.

andrei quickly drove the two home, practically running inside with his girl in his arms. “my girl,” he breaths, laying her on the couch and jumping on top of her. he burrows his face into her shoulder and lays there “this is the only thing i’ll be doing for the next two days” he speaks into her neck and just lays there

“my girl” he breaths again, “being married to you will be the greatest thing in the world” y/n holds her birthday boy in her arms. “my beautiful beautiful girl”

[bengals-barnesbabe]

Pairing: Joe Burrow x Singer!FemReader

Summary: From the LSU Tigers to the Cincinnati Bengals, their friendship never faded. Their feelings, however, grew stronger and even more oblivious. So obviously this was the job for Venus’ closest friends. Or will 3 years of dancing around each other crash down in 3 days? Set in September of 2021.

Chapter 17: Operation Tiger

#Track9 Masterlist

Warnings: 18+, mentions of sex, foul language, oblivious characters, angst, Ja’Marr being a troll.

Part Five 🤍

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Taglist: @light-yagami-l

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[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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[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.

[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."

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[kinzis-writing]

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[hubbvrd]

Pizza date | Sam Hubbard

summary — Sam and you spend your date at the pizzeria of Sam's friend. There you bake your pizzas together and when Sam puts pineapple on his pizza you start to tease him a bit

pairing — sam hubbard x reader

words — 1444

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Date Night.

You and Sam loved to have special dates, so a few weeks ago you both sat down together and wrote down special dates that sam and you wanted to work through in order.

The list consisted of 20 dates, of which the two of you had already completed 2 items.

A few days ago, you both had picked out a difficult recipe which sam and you tried to cook.

In fact, it had turned into a big mess, making it impossible to even begin to get the recipe right.

However, you and Sam had found out that both of you couldn't really cook, which is why your date tonight was at a pizza place.

Sam knew the owner of the small pizzeria, not far from your flat, so you two had the pizzeria to themselves that evening.

You both were going to learn how to make a pizza together - hopefully this would be easier than cooking.

But you had a good feeling when you came to a stop in front of the small and cosy looking pizzeria and waited for Sam.

You had found out by now that Sam always arrived a little later than you did, but it wasn't because he was late.

It had a completely different reason. The Bengals player never came to a date without flowers, like now.

Sam approached you with quick steps, holding a small bouquet of your favourite flowers that he had asked for on the very first date.

Sam was really thoughtful and you loved this little gesture incredibly about Sam.

"Hello y/n", Sam greeted you by pulling you into a short hug, then giving you a kiss on the cheek, making you blush slightly, before handing yo the small bouquet of y/ns favourite flowers.

"Hey Sam," you returned the greeting, smelling the flowers, which once again smelled heavenly.

"Shall we go in?" Without waiting for your reply, he had also opened the door for you gentleman like, so you quickly slipped inside.

Even though the pizzeria must have been closed for hours, the typical pizza smell still hung in the air, making your stomach start to growl.

"I think we should hurry up with the pizza baking," Sam said with a grin, who had heard your growling belly.

You looked around for a vase or something similar that you could use as a vase.

Because you didn't want the beautiful flowers to be broken by the heat in the pizzeria in the next few hours.

"Ciao" greeted you two, the owner of the pizzeria, who first greeted Sam as a brother and then pulled you into a warm embrace.

"Do you want to start right away?" , the Italian asked you two, who introduced himself as Giovanni.

"I guess my flowers need water first," you said, because you still hadn't spotted a vase.

"I'll take care of that. Why don't you go into the kitchen and put on the aprons I had set aside for you," Giovanni let you both know as he took the flowers from you.

You followed Sam into the kitchen where you found the aprons and helped each other tie the apron at the back.

On the table in the middle of the room, Giovanni had already prepared a dough for both of them and various toppings for the pizzas were in small bowls on the table.

There was indeed a huge selection, so you were already thinking about what you would put on your pizza.

Shortly afterwards Giovanni came into the kitchen and showed you both how to prepare the pizza dough professionally.

And indeed, you and Sam found out that you both were more talented at this than at cooking.

"I guess my work is done. I'll leave you guys to it. You can just drop the key in my mailbox later," , Giovanni pressed a bunch of keys into Sam's hand before saying goodbye to both of them and you and Sam were then alone.

Over the last twenty minutes you two had learned from Giovanni the perfect methods for making the best pizza dough, so there were now two perfectly and finished pizza doughs in front of each of you, waiting to be topped.

"Do you feel like listening to some music?" Sam asked as he pulled out his mobile phone and seemed to connect it to the small Bluetooth box.

"Sure," you said and began to carefully spread tomato sauce on your pizza dough.

A moment later, after Sam had connected his phone to the box, he had started one of his favourite playlists and quietly the music enveloped the room.

So, quietly but with concentration, you both began to take care of your pizza toppings.

And in doing so, both realised how different tastes actually were.

While your pizza had all her favourite toppings, Sam had spared no small amount of cheese, salami and pineapple, causing you to tear up.

"Pineapple on pizza? Really?" Almost shocked, you looked at the older man, who looked at her uncomprehendingly.

"What's wrong with that?"

"Pineapple just doesn't belong on a pizza. I'm really disappointed in you. Why are we dating again?" , you asked him playfully indignant while you just wanted to tease him.

Even though it was really a no-go for you to eat pineapple on a pizza.

Sam just rolled his eyes while a slight smirk formed on his lips and then both of you finished their pizzas and Sam put them in the oven.

So while Sam took care of the pizzas, you walked through the small and cosy pizzeria, which was decorated in an Italian style and immediately delighted everyone.

As you looked around, you still couldn't get over why he could put pineapple on his pizza when he had a huge selection of other foods.

And so you decided to tease Sam a bit as a kind of 'revenge'.

With the pizzas ready, you and Sam sat at one of the tables while a candle burned in front of you, and Sam told you what he was going to do with the rest of his football break.

You listened intently to the Bengals star as you reached for another slice of your pizza and bit into it with relish.

In fact, you hadn't thought your own pizza would taste so incredibly good.

"Shall we swap a slice?" Sam asked you a moment later, after he had finished his story.

You looked puzzled at your counterpart, who pointed at his pizza.

"Y/n? Have you lost your voice?" Sam asked you again, while his opposite continued not to say a word.

Confused, Sam raised his eyebrow, while you just looked at Sam.

Had he done something wrong?

Or was it actually still the pineapple that was on his pizza?

Sam started to ask you a few more questions, but you didn't answer them and ate your pizza in silence.

But Sam spotted a small grin on your lips, which made Sam stop worrying about whether he had done something wrong, because he knew that you was just teasing him.

And all because of the pineapple on his pizza.

But over the next few minutes, Sam began to be more and more bothered by the fact that the younger girl seemed to ignore him, so he couldn't stand it any longer.

He really wanted to talk to y/n, get to know her a little better and continue to enjoy the date, which had already been a complete success.

"Can you stop ignoring me please? I'm going crazy."

Sam started to pout slightly, whereupon you lifted his eyes and looked at Sam.

His pouting increased, whereupon you began to giggle, ensuring that you 'plan' was now noticed.

"Is this the punishment now for having pineapple on my pizza?" , Sam asked you sulkily, to which you nodded with a grin.

"Have you even tried this? It's really tasty" , he tried to convince you about the pineapple on his pizza.

"No, because it just doesn't fit" you answered convincingly, whereupon Sam held a slice of pizza in front of your mouth and asked you to try it.

And that's exactly what you did.

She chewed for a few seconds and took your time answering while Sam watched you carefully.

"It's quite good," you said, even though it tasted really good, but you didn't want to let Sam win, so you didn't tell him.

With a grin on his lips, Sam just nodded and both of you finished the rest of your pizza while both talked and a successful date slowly came to an end.

And who knew what great things the next date would bring?

[lukeevangelista]

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I’m Not Your Favorite, Really?

Scared

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[0sincerelyella]

Could you please do a Joe Burrow imagine where the team find out that he has a girlfriend?

yes ofc!!

Secrets out of the bag - J.B

Summary: joe let’s something slip, and his secret gets scared

notes: my first request!! i absolutely love requests and i so hope that this is as good as you’d hoped:) this was a little different than requested but still i hope you like it

warnings: maybe a little angst

Secrets among a team who is fighting for a game as big as the super bowl is never good. the boys of the bengals football team never have secrets, not any big ones that’ll effect how they play anyway.

the closer boys, being joe burrow, Jamar, joe mixon, sam, and a few others, had no secrets. not only for the team but also because they are friends, best friends.

but joe was a very private person. he never really was much for telling the world about his private life. even with his best friends, he was hesitant to tell them anything at first

but he had a big secret. he met this girl during off season, in april, a native to cincinnati. who just so happened to have the last name of Hubbard.

sam had never introduced his sister to any of the guys, they knew of her, but sam was a big protector so he never wanted any of them around his special little sister.

so on a night where he just wanted to take a walk, and breath around four months ago, he ran into mrs y/n hubbard. and it’s been four months of sneaking around ever since.

of course sam knew of y/n having a boyfriend, and he respected the wishes of not meeting him yet. but was still suspicious of how he treated his little angel

this was a secret that could affect how they played. a big secret.

so when sam saw the picture on his instagram feed while he was out with some of the boys, jamar, mixon, mike hilton, tee, and tyler. sam was not happy, not excited, sam was angry. his sister had lied, his team mate had lied, and so had his bestfriend.

on that same day, joe and y/n were laying in her apartment, laying on her bed together. “y/n baby, you are the most beautiful girl in the world” she smiled, kissing her on the cheek. “then i think it’s time to tell everybody”

joes breath hitched. he knew sam would be angry, but he could never really fathom how angry he’d be. “i have to tell sam before we tell anyone but i’m tired of having to sneak around and not hug you after games and-“ joe cut her off with a kiss, pulling her closer. “of course. don’t be so anxious, we’re gonna let the world know. i’m gonna let the whole world know how much i love you”

he pushed her onto the bed and kissed her, holding her as close as he possibly can.

and just as they’d gotten close, the door slammed open, causing something to fall off the dresser and break.

“I can not believe either of you!” it was sam

y/n pushed joe off as fast as she could, standing up to confront her brother.

“Sammy i wanted to tell you i did- i just-“

“you just what? wanted to tell me but didn’t tell me and i had to find out from a twitter post? y/n what if he hurt you! i couldn’t have done anything because i didn’t know! and if he hurt you it would’ve and will affect my job!”

“don’t you think i know that sam. i can’t help who i fall in love with”

sam stood quiet, and only then did y/n and joe notice the other boys behind him. “in love? how long have you been lying?” y/n stood tall. “four months”

“i can’t believe you” and with that he walked out.

“hey, for one we are happy for you two” jamar said, pulling joe off the floor. “i mean we’ve heard a lot about y/n, she’s a good girl” tee added

“but i suggest you patch it up with sam before it affects the game”

as the boys left, then and only then did y/n cry. she felt as if she lost her brother, her very favorite person on the planet. joe walked over to her, pulling her close. “he’s gonna get over it, i promise” joe brushed her hair down, rocking her side to side.

“joey he’s gonna make me choose” joe took a breath. “i know you’d choose him. he won’t make you choose, he wants you to be happy.”

at practice the next week, it was going horribly. every chance sam got he was shoulder checking joe, and joe was so completely off his game. coach was not having it.

“Joe! come see me”

joe jogged over, nodding to zac to begin speaking. “jamar informed me of the little mishap between you and sam. as much as i want you boys to connect, do not let your personal life fiddle with your job. talk to him, please” “yes coach.” joe sighed, walking over to sam.

“listen sam, i’d never hurt y/n and-“ sam stopped him. “no but you lied to me. and my baby sister, the one person i can trust, lied to me.” he crossed his arms

“listen, we were gonna tell you but we were afraid of something like this happening sam, she really loves you she just didn’t want to disappoint you”

“she could never disappoint me” joe smiled. “never in a million years could she disappoint me” sam tossed his helmet down. “just don’t hurt her man” joe nodded with a smile, “bro hugging” his best friend.

that night, y/n was moping around her apartment in joes sweats, and a sweatshirt when she heard a knock on her door. upon opening it, sam stood at the door. “y/n i’m so sorry for how i acted” he pulled her into a big hug. “i’m so sorry i’m so glad your happy and he loves you and i’m so sorry”

no one noticed joe standing behind him.

“oh sammy i’m so sorry i didn’t tell you i just care about you so much” y/n sobbed into his shoulder while joe snuck passed y/n. “i love you so much y/n”

y/n smiled so much, happy to have her brother back and not have to be so secretive. as y/n and sam let go joe hugged her from behind, with a small jump y/n turned around and kissed him

“okay okay just because i said this was fine doesn’t mean i want you doing this nasty stuff cut it out.”

[makiwife]

Off szn

Joe Burrow x Reader Instagram au

author notes: probably ooc, all pics are from Pinterest except the joe burrow ones. enjoy!!

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Y/n4l: you’re so hot

Iahjay10_: livin that off szn life

Y/nfan11: MOMMY

joefan1: you’re so lucky you have joe, you don’t deserve him

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gracie.mcpherson: so pretty🥰

sam_hunbard_: sista

justinherbert_: you look so good!

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joshallenqb: happy 7 year anniversary!!

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evan_mcphearson: mom and dad

Iahjay10_: your shippers are going crazy

Joefan54: soft joe?

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[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 :)

You do NOT have permission to repost (reblogs are fine) or copy my work.

[hubbvrd]

Dog sitting | Sam Hubbard

summary — In which you are initially just the dog sitter for Sam's dog, until it suddenly seems to become something more

paring — sam hubbard x reader

words — 2655

You go through your thoughts again to make sure you really have everything you need while you take a look in your bag.

Your wallet, toiletry bag, charging cable, a change of clothes and a little make-up are there, as are your cell phone and dog biscuits.

Your car keys are in your hand, so you've thought of everything. Before you zipper up the bag, you check the contents one last time to make sure everything is there.

You would only be leaving home for one night, so forgetting something wasn't too dramatic, but better safe than sorry.

"Let's go" you mumble to yourself as you leave your home and pull the door shut behind you.

The sun shines down from the sky and gently tickles your nose with its rays, making you sneeze.

It had been quite cloudy for the last few days, so the sun is high in the sky for the first time in several days, making sure that half the neighborhood is out on the street or in their gardens.

Waving to your neighbors, you walk over to your car, where you stow your bag and then get in and push your sunglasses up your nose before driving off.

The roads were pretty busy in this beautiful weather, so you make the fifteen-minute drive today in twenty-five minutes.

However, a glance at the clock on the dashboard tells you that you're still well on time.

A sigh of relief leaves your lips as you skillfully steer your car up the bright driveway and come to a stop next to the dark SUV.

A few seconds later, you walk up the narrow gravel path to the front door, where you press the doorbell button, followed by a bark and the silhouette of the dark dog appearing in front of the door.

It doesn't take long for the door to open and the dark fluffy dog slips between Sam's legs and comes running towards you.

You quickly take one of the dog biscuits out of your bag and then get down on your knees to greet the fluffy dog.

"Hello Leo, look what I've brought you" you greet him with a smile and hold out the dog biscuit to Sam's dog, which is eaten within a few seconds.

Preparing the cookies had taken up a little of your time, so you smile at the speed with which Leo ate the cookie.

"So, did you like the homemade cookie?" you ask Leo, who snuggles up to you and you start stroking his ear.

In response, Leo licks your face once before sticking his nose in your pocket and looking for more cookies in your bag.

"Leo, out!" Sam admonishes his dog and gently pulls him away from you and your bag by his collar. Sam gives Leo a command to go back into the house and shortly afterwards the furry friend disappears back inside.

"Do I get the same warm welcome?" Sam asks you with a grin as you stand back on your feet.

"I'm afraid I didn't bake any cookies for you. Sorry, Hubbard, but I only have one favorite in your house," you joke as Sam pulls you into his warm arms and you smell his aftershave, which smells much more intense than usual today.

"Ouch, that hits me hard," he replies jokingly as he lets go of you and closes the door behind you after you step inside.

There is already a travel bag and a small rucksack in the hallway.

Sam will be heading out in a few hours with a few colleagues from his The Sam Hubbard Fondation and staying away for a night, so you've taken over the dog-sitting part.

For about a year now, you've been looking after Leo regularly when Sam has away games or other important appointments so that Leo isn't alone.

"Maybe you'll get cookies next time," you reply with a gentle smile and follow Sam over to the kitchen.

"Would you like something to drink?" he asks as he opens the fridge and takes a look inside.

"Do you happen to have any iced tea?" You put your bag down on the counter and then look over at Sam, finding it incredibly difficult not to stare at his muscular back, which is even more visible thanks to the tight-fitting T-shirt.

"Peach iced tea? Sure, I got it specially. As well as a few snacks to make dog-sitting somehow bearable for you" he replies with a grin and then hands you a can of cold iced tea.

"Very generous of you, Hubbard" grinning, you open the can and take a big sip. Only now do you realize how thirsty you actually are.

"Always," he comments with a grin, before also taking a big gulp from his water bottle and then bracing his muscular arms on the counter opposite you.

Just don't stare, y/n , you admonish yourself and direct your gaze to the can in your hand, on which you begin to read the label.

"So..." Sam begins after a few seconds of silence, causing you to lift your gaze and look into his eyes. "Leo was out about half an hour ago, so you don't have to go out again until this evening. He's also just eaten, so you won't have to give him any more until about..."

Before Sam can even begin to continue the sentence, you put your hand on his forearm to make him stop.

"Sam," your voice sounds softly in the room. "You don't have to tell me all that again. I know how to feed Leo, how often he has to go out and what I have to watch out for. This isn't the first time I've looked after him."

"Sorry," Sam mumbles more to himself as he starts to take another sip and you quickly remove your hand from his arm as you realize what you just did.

You and Sam have known each other for a while, because back then Sam was looking for a dog sitter and noticed your ad.

From the first time you met, the chemistry was right not only between you and Leo, but also between you and Sam.

In the beginning, you were only with Sam when you were looking after Leo, but now Sam and you also spent time together from time to time, which Leo was particularly happy about, because the little four-legged friend loved you more than anything.

"When will you be back tomorrow?" you start to turn the conversation to another topic, as you notice that the atmosphere between you is a little tense at the moment due to your brief contact.

"Around three pm. You don't have to stay with Leo that long if you have plans. You're welcome to bring him back here after lunch and give me the key again another time."

"No, it's all good. I've got nothing planned for tomorrow. Besides, I like spending time with Leo." And with you, Sam, you continue your thought quietly.

Because you actually had a little crush on Sam, but who could blame you with the handsome Bengals star?

"Okay, great. I have to get going. If there's anything, just give me a call, okay? " Sam puts his bottle of water back in the fridge before he walks over to Leo's basket and starts to scratch him behind the ears and says goodbye to him.

The way he treats Leo so lovingly makes your tummy tingle and your heart warm.

There is almost nothing more attractive than men who are so sweet with animals.

"I will," you promise him as you follow Sam into the hallway, where he puts on his rucksack and then reaches for his travel bag.

" See you tomorrow, y/n. And don't let the puppy eyes wrap you around their fingers too much. "

Sam pulls you into another hug, whereupon you wrap your arms lightly around him and feel Sam hug you tightly for a few seconds and you can usually feel him burying his nose in your hair.

"I can't promise anything," you say, giggling as you release your embrace again. "Have fun, Sammy. Drive carefully and come back safely."

"I'll write to you when I get there. See you tomorrow." Sam raises his hand in farewell before leaving the house and pulling the door shut behind him.

You stand there for a few seconds, literally staring at the door, until you hear the engine of his car start and the car leaves the driveway shortly afterwards.

"And what are we two pretty ones going to do while your master is away? " you ask Leo as you flop down on the sofa and put your feet up.

Leo literally jumps up from his basket and a few seconds later finds himself lying half on top of you on the sofa.

"I guess that means cuddling, huh?" you ask with a grin and bury your hand in the dog's fluffy fur, which you start to cuddle.

Leo's head lies on your stomach and his dark eyes look up at you sadly.

"You miss Sam already, don't you? " you ask and get a quiet whimper in reply. "Shall I tell you something? I already miss him too. I wish he was here now too."

A soft sigh leaves your lips as you continue to cuddle Leo.

Hopefully Sam will come back soon so you can spend time with him again.

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Although Leo missed Sam a lot at first, you quickly managed to distract him from his grief.

After a long scratching session, you played a bit of ball and frisbee together in the garden until it was time for the evening walk and then you both had dinner.

You then fell asleep together watching an episode of Criminal Minds and spent the night on the sofa instead of in Sam's guest room.

Sam didn't really like it when Leo was in bed with you, because his dog had his own rules and wasn't allowed in the guest room. But no matter how often you took Leo out of the guest room, the little four-legged friend would always sit in front of the door howling, so you let him in every time.

But you were spared this by sleeping on the couch.

"Look Leo, we've just finished our lunchtime round and it won't be long before Sam arrives" you stroke Leo gently through his fur before leashing him and making your way back to Sam's house with him.

For the last forty-five minutes, you and Leo have been running through the forest, playing fetch and catch.

Now not only was Leo dirty, but so were you. Your shirt and pants were covered in various splashes of dirt and dog paws, so you had to go straight home and shower as soon as Sam got home.

But it was worth it, because the walk and playing fetch and catch were so much fun for you that your mood had doubled.

And perhaps Sam's arrival also played a part in this.

As Leo and you walk up the driveway, exhausted, you can see Sam's car parked next to yours from a distance.

Confused, you glance at your watch and are shocked to see that it's already half past three.

Damn, you'd actually forgotten the time. Hopefully Sam wouldn't get angry.

You quicken your steps and then enter the hallway with Leo, where you first clean his feet properly and then brush the dirt from his fur before letting him inside the house.

Shortly afterwards, you hear Sam's voice.

"Hello, buddy! Oh yes, I've missed you so much too! Have you had a nice walk and worked off your energy?" as Sam speaks, you keep hearing a soft laugh, which warms your heart again.

Leo is probably giving out his favorite dog kisses again.

As Sam's footsteps approach, you're in the middle of cleaning your shoes somehow. But it would probably be smarter to let the mud dry first so that you can get it off better.

"Oh, wow. I guess I can answer the question myself as to whether that was a successful walk," Sam says with a grin as he begins to look you over.

"It really was," you beam in his direction, wiping some dried mud from your face. "Only I guess I really need a shower and should get home now..."

"You can shower here and put some of my clothes on," Sam babbles almost in a panic, afraid that you might disappear at any second.

"If that's okay?" you ask, almost shyly. The thought of wearing Sam's clothes triggers a tingling sensation in your stomach that you probably won't be able to get rid of any time soon.

"Of course. Go ahead and take a shower. The towels are under the sink, but you know that. I'll put something for you to wear outside the door and make us some tea in the meantime."

Without waiting for your answer, Sam disappears upstairs and leaves you behind.

A good fifteen minutes later you come into the living room, freshly showered and wearing Sam's clothes (which you had been standing in the bathroom for a few minutes smelling with your nose).

Sam is sitting on the sofa and his eyes widen when he spots you in your clothes. A quiet 'wow' leaves his lips, which makes you wonder whether you might have imagined it, as quiet as it was.

Embarrassed, you sit down next to Sam on the sofa and then reach for the cup of tea, from which you carefully take a sip.

"How was your trip?" you ask as you notice that Sam is just staring at you, which makes you feel quite nervous.

Sam begins to tell you happily about his trip and as you listen to his words, you keep sipping your tea.

"And how was it here? Did everything go well?" Sam asks you afterwards.

"Everything was great. Leo was easy to look after as always and we had a lot of fun. Or did Leo?" you ask and look over to the basket where Leo is lying with a chewy bone, which he is chewing on with relish.

"I'm glad." Sam scoots a little closer to you, causing your heart to start beating faster and you nervously turn the cup in your hand back and forth.

"Are you okay?" you ask nervously.

"You still have some dirt on your face" he lets you know, whereupon you start to wipe your face in panic.

"No, wait, I'll help you." Sam stretches out his finger and gently wipes your cheek. His face is so close to yours that you can feel his breath lightly on your cheek.

Sam's proximity makes you so nervous that a slight shiver runs down your spine and makes you swallow.

"There, gone," he lets you know as he leans back a little, then takes the cup from you and places it on the table.

But instead of Sam leaning back again and widening the distance between you, he narrows it again.

"Sam...what...what are you doing?" you ask nervously as the tips of your noses brush lightly.

"I want to kiss you so much, y/n. I've had this thought since yesterday and I just can't get it out of my head," he begins honestly, brushing your nose again before looking you in the eye.

"Can I kiss you?" he almost breathes against your lips, causing the butterflies in your stomach to wake up and start doing somersaults. But Sam suddenly seems pretty nervous too.

"Yes," you breathe back and Sam bridges the last few centimetres between you until his warm lips are on yours and he kisses you.

You've both been waiting for this moment for so long and now it's finally coming true.

The dog sitting couldn't have ended any more beautifully.

[lukeevangelista]

can i request an imagine where reader is one of the bengal players sister(you choose who) and was warned against dating joe or joe was warned against dating her but secretly dates joe and brother finds out and is overprotective

Due to lesser than normal brain power, I’ll be doing this after the brother finds out... lemme know if this isn't what you completely wanted and I'll redo it-- blurb style is just easier for me right now

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“I told you he was bad news and you chose to ignore me.” Sam sighed, “I told you not to date or get close to Joe.”

“He’s one of your best friends and you’re talking about him like that?” You scoffed, “Besides Sam, he treats me really good. Better than the last,” you added, “I don’t understand why this is such a big deal.”

“Because- I know how he is with women and I’ll be damned if he treats you the same way and-”

“Well you wanna know something Sam? I’m an adult. I don't need my older brother making decisions for me, got it?” You said as you slammed the check book down on the table with cash in it before grabbing your purse; leaving your older brother with a look of shock on his face.