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I’d let this man fold me like a pretzel🤧

Ladies and gents, that’s how you wear a suit. No notes.

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So I’m working on some Viktor Drago x balboa reader prompts and mini fics since there isn’t much Viktor in creed 3 but this random idea suddenly popped in my head and I’m really feeling it so you guys tell me. Hear me out,

A mob! Viktor Drago x reader 🤭🤭

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I. AM. SCREAMINGGGGGGGG. I LOVE THIS

Talk You Through It

Pair: Joe Burrow X Black Reader

Series: “Inspired By Spotify”

Context: Your homegirls have a hot take and dare you to ask a certain quarterback for confirmation.

Warning: 18+ | minors DNI, smutty themes, language, some unhinged girl talk, implied alcohol use. It's long, but worth it for a smutty and fun ending. Proofread once, it ain't that deep, and I haven't gone to bed.

A/N: idk why that took me so long. honestly. i still love it tho

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Mourning you like a widow frfr🤍 but head up queen and things will get better

This isn’t easy for me to post, but I need to. I’m not leaving Tumblr entirely—I’ll still be around to post about football and Joe—but I’m stepping away from writing, at least for now.

It’s not forever, but I’m in the process of turning my life around in ways I won’t fully get into. I’ve realized that pouring so much of my mental energy into writing smut hasn’t been good for me personally or spiritually. It’s taken such a huge toll on me. I can no longer ignore it.

That doesn’t mean I won’t ever share sweet things or light fluff from time to time—but for now, my focus has to shift. I need to pour into school. I need to take care of my health. I need to prioritize healing. And I believe stepping back from this kind of content is one of the necessary steps in that process—even if it’s difficult.

I’m not doing okay right now and my daily life has changed drastically within the past week. This is something—one of many things—I have to do for myself. I have to do this to save my health, my mind and my relationship with my belief.

Please don’t hate me for it—but if you choose to unfollow, I understand and respect that. I’ll be okay. Truly.

Im still going to be around. Still posting about football and our smexy Joe.

Thank you for understanding. 🤍

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My fave $275 mill QB and his fave lil beachy shorts

Joey B's colorful flower shorts🌺🌿🤗

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Omg same doll😭 I can’t have my sweets with no milk

I’m curious if the people around Joe and Doll have noticed that he’s treating her differently? Like are Jamarr and Nylah exchanging glances and whispering to each other like “did you just see what I saw?”

Nylah was the first to clock it. She didn’t say anything at first, just watched with that knowing squint she got when something wasn’t adding up. But then she started elbowing Ja’Marr in the ribs every time they did something… off.

“I’m telling you, he’s different with her,” she’d whisper, practically vibrating beside him. But Ja’Marr would just roll his eyes, brushing her off.

But then one night, Ja'Marr saw it for himself.

It was a calm night for once at the frat house—no music shaking the walls, no shouting from the backyard, just a quiet hum of conversation and the smell of Nylah’s fresh brownies wafting through the kitchen.

Most of the guys were crowded around the island, joking and eating straight from the pan, but Doll was curled up on the couch in the living room, tucked into the corner. Her legs were pulled to her chest, eyes heavy, nibbling on a brownie like it was the only thing keeping her awake.

Nylah leaned against the counter, arms crossed, watching Joe walk towards the fridge, her elbow nudged Ja’Marr sharply in the side.

“Watch,” she whispered.

Ja’Marr groaned low under his breath. “Again? Ny, you been sayin’ that all week. Nothin’—”

“Just shut up and look.”

He sighed but followed her line of sight.

Joe didn’t say anything. Didn’t even glance around to see if anyone was watching. He opened the fridge, grabbed the milk, and poured a glass. Then, casually, he walked it over to the couch and set it on the table in front of Doll.

She blinked up at him. “Thanks,” she murmured, her voice soft and sleepy.

Joe just nodded, straight-faced, and walked away like it meant nothing.

Ja’Marr’s brows lifted slowly. “Ain’t no way.”

Nylah smirked. “Right?”

He said, still staring at Doll, “She didn’t even ask for milk.”

“Didn’t have to,” Nylah said, her tone smug as she shrugged, “He knows she likes milk with her sweets.”

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Me af bc I’m down for whatever im about to binge on all these recent posts

Inbox is open for LSU Joe and Doll requests! Be specific—if there’s a quote you wanna see, a certain kink, or a scene you’ve been thinking about, don’t be shy :) I’m down for pretty much anything

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ya’ll I cant stand seeing all this Olivia Ponton hate under the Joe tag here and TikTok. Like I get not liking a celeb but making posts making fun of her and hating on her just because she’s with your celeb crush is INSANE. Like I love Joe but cmon I’m not delusional, I’m happy that he’s in a relationship and I’m sure he’s happy in it as well since it’s almost been a year of the two seeing each other. Ya’ll call yourself Joe Burrow/Bengals fans when ya literally make fun of him and his gf and their relationship. It’s crazy, like I understand if she did something wrong but she’s done nothing. Grow up.

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PHOTOS FROM r/50501 PROTESTS: 50 PROTESTS - 50 STATES - 1 DAY (2/5/25)

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From instagram

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W I T H C A R E

Group chat plans-Part 2

Synopsis:Leilani texts the group chat with her birthday plans. Feat Ja’marr and Tee being thirsty and Joe being forced to dance.

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W I T H C A R E

Group chat plans-Part one

Synopsis: Leilani texts the group chat with her bday plans

ft Ja’marr and Tees thirstiness and Joe being forced to dance

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Imagine if she said and “lose to the chiefs each time y’all play” bro Ja’marr would’ve been PRESSED

I Hope…

No specific pairing, just four football players and a reader, who's holding a grudge.

Des: If "Thank You TikTok" and "Inspired By Spotify" had a baby, it would be this fic.

Warnings: 18+ | HEAVY on the Crack, extreme language, epic roasts, confused men, some remorseful (Yoshi), all GUILTY. Yall ever heard 'I Hope the Worst'? This is exactly what you think it is. lol enjoy

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A/N: Anddddd that's all folks. I hope you all have a great fucking day, lol. and if you haven't seen either version of "I Hope The Worst" TikTok is free on the appstore and so is YouTube. Comment, like, and reblog, or you'll get out of the shower and your whole body will itch.

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JOE BURROW x Latina!OC “Amor” -surgical resident

Joe smiled at the sight of his girlfriend's messy bun and glasses as he set his book bag down by the door, her Johns Hopkins hoodie paired with her grey sweats as she answered each question with ease. Her best friend slammed the note card down, they were clearly in another one of their intense study sessions.

"Babe."He called out again, laughing when she raised her fists in the air in celebration.

"Cariño."She giggled,turning to look at the man over the couch. He leaned down, planting a quick kiss on her lips while her friend gagged playfully. "Good practice?"

"Yeah baby."He grinned and waved at Mariah before placing his hands on the top of their couch. "Getting your study on?"

"Oh yeah. We've got to stay on top of it, the best surgeries are at stake."Mariah nodded. "I can go."She began gathering her notebooks,Joe shaking his head.

"Nah, you guys study."Joe smiled at Amors big pleading eyes,pecking her lips quickly. "I've got some film study to do."

"Gracias cariño."She leaned up,planting kisses all over the mans face. "Love you."She whispered.

"Love you too."He nodded, making his way to his home office. He knew better than to interrupt her studying, her determination and competitive nature was something he admired and recognized the kindred spirit. It was what brought them together, they each had their own dream and goal they were chasing and so they each recognized and appreciated the others hunger and determination and therefore supported it.

It was hours later and Joe finally sauntered out of his office to find the pair practicing their sutures. He shook his head,Amor's hoodie now over the arm of their couch as she sewed the fake skin together. He recognized his old Ohio State shirt that she wore, Amor sitting back to admire her work as Joe leaned on his arms on the top of the couch to peer over her shoulder.

"Look babe."She looked over her shoulder,Joe smiling at her excited look.

"My future surgeon."He winked at her.

"You know it."She leaned up for a kiss.

"You bitch."Mariah frowned. "They're flawless."

"Oh come on. Yours are amazing."She scoffed.

Joe shook his head at their bickering,after dating Amor for so long he'd gotten used to her other half. The two were a package deal,they'd fought their way through medical school together and were now fighting for their places as respected surgeons.

"Alright."He laughed. "How about we eat some dinner,Amor?"

"Yes,please."She stood. "You joining us babe?"

"If third wheel doesn't mind?"Mariah smirked at Joe who rolled his eyes in annoyance but nodded with a small smile, accustomed to the other person in his relationship.

"And what does mi principe crave for today?"Amor looked up at Joe,grinning at his blush of her nickname.

"Oh babe, can you make those enchiladas?"Joe raised his brows. "The protein ones you made last time?"

"Whatever you want."She nodded. "Nena,put all of this away."

"On it."Mariah nodded.

Joe watched Amor begin pulling the ingredients for his requested meal. "Need some help,Amor?"

"No corazón,I'm good."She smiled,Joe watched her move about their kitchen as he reflected on how far they'd come with a smile on his face.

"Ugh,I've gotta get in on Dr.Prices service."Mariah pouted,plopping herself in her unofficially designated seat at their dining table.

"Price,that's neuro right?"Joe hummed. Mariah looked at her friend with raised brows,Amor just smiling at Joe's memory of the bits and pieces he heard of the gossip.

"Look at you broseph."Mariah laughed.

"What,I remember things."Joe shrugged. "So neuro,huh?"

"Oh yeah,that's all me."Mariah nodded.

If there was one thing to love about Joe,anything he invested himself in he gave it his 100% devotion. Football,his foundation,his family,his friendships,his relationship it all got everything he had to give.

The trio sat and ate their meal,the two surgeons conversing and Joe catching most of their conversation with the exception of the medical jargon. Mariah soon left and it was just Joe and Amor, Joe drying the dishes as Amor washed them.

"Have you chosen?"Joe asked, putting the glasses away.

"Chosen?"Amor hummed.

"Your specialty."Joe leaned back against the counter.

"Pediatrics."Amor smiled. "Although I did consider Maternal/Fetal for a millisecond."

Of course his lover had chosen to work with kids, she loved them. She was good with them and he would be lying if he said she didn't have a maternal instinct. But because he knew her so well,he knew she'd want to help women as well. He turned to face her with a questioning look.

"Why just a millisecond?"Joe asked. "I know you,you'd love to help women with their babies."

"I can still help people's babies."She shrugged. "I don't know, I'm still considering what I want to do. Maybe I'll be a dual certified surgeon."

"Whatever you want to do, you know I'll support it."Joe's soft gaze focused on her,holding his hand out for her. She grabbed his outstretched hand,Joe pulling her into his arms. "You're going to be an amazing surgeon,mi amor. Whatever specialty you decide."

Amor smiled at his little accented Spanish,her arms wrapped around his waist. "You think so?"

"I know so, baby."He affirmed.

Tears welled in her eyes,Joe's support meant everything to her. The road of their relationship hadn't been the smoothest, a rocky roller coaster that they both couldn't stay off of no matter what happened or how hard they tried. The pair were two peas in a pod, determined to make their dreams come true and hyper focused on their careers and now they're both on their way to reaching those goals together.

“Te amo.”Amor whispered,leaning her chin on his chest as she looked up to his bright blue eyes.

“Te amo más.”Joe leaned his forehead against hers.

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A Gentle Reminder for Black History Month and Superbowl Sunday: Colin Kaepernick took a knee for social justice and the NFL blackballed him for life. Now the NFL is taking a knee for Trump, erasing their message of "End Racism" from the Superbowl field.

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Okay so for my Joe burrow x surgeon! Reader which specialty is your top pick? I have one in mind but I can’t choose😫