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COWBOY ★ CARTER ★ TOUR

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i say we go jump angel’s parents 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

what are justin and his angel baby doing rn?

author's note⠀⁎⠀soft launching a plot point?

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Steam rose from the bath tub, filling the bathroom, and leaving a thin layer of fog on the mirrors. Jasmine was the chosen scent for the candles that flickered softly in the corner. The bathroom lights had been dimmed, allowing the warm glow of the candles to establish a cozy ambiance over the room.

She stifled a laugh watching Justin wince as he carefully lowered his body into her porcelain bath tub. The water was undeniably hotter than what he was used to, but he had yet again fallen victim to his inability to say no to her, especially not tonight. Her eyes danced with amusement as she leaned back, allowing the warm water to soothe her sore muscles from the long day at the vet hospital.

“You shower with this temperature every day?” Justin's questioned skeptically as he settled in across her.

She nodded. “It's good after a long day. Helps me relax.” She watched him closely, noticing the way his eyes fluttered shut as the heat engulfed his body.

The warmth of the water did seem to melt away some of the tension that had built up in his shoulders. His hands rested on the edge of the tub, his long fingers slightly curling. She reached over and took one into hers, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“You should get a tub installed at your place,” she spoke gingerly, lacing her fingers through his. “It would be so good for you when you’re sore.”

Justin cracked a smile, opening his eyes to meet hers. “Or I could come here when I need to unwind.” He squeezed her hand, gently pulling her closer until their bodies were touching from chest to knee.

Her arms settled over his shoulders, her nose nudging against his neck as she inhaled the scent of him. She felt his chest expand with a deep breath, his heart beating a steady rhythm against his sternum.

“I’m so proud of you,” he spoke up, his voice rumbling in her ear. “Always proud of you, but especially today.”

She felt a warmth spread through her chest at his words. It had been a challenging day, her first solo surgery as a vet resident, but the successful outcome had made it all worth it. She opened her mouth to answer but failed to find the right words to express her gratitude. Instead, she pressed her cheek to his, arms tightening around his neck.

“How’s your leg?” She finally managed to ask after a while, pulling back to find his eyes.

“You’re changing the subject,” he accused after a beat with a smile. That impossibly deep dimple in his cheek made an appearance.

She sighed, half for dramatic emphasis, half because she felt the weight of his gaze on her. Instead of responding right away, she turned to press her back to his chest, feeling the heat from his body seep into her own. She closed her eyes, and let the warmth of the water and his presence wash over her.

“You’ve been wearing the sleeve at practice the last few weeks. Your tan lines are going to be diabolical when you take it off,” she said, reaching down to touch his knee for emphasis.

“Angel…” Justin murmured, his hands finding hers, threading their fingers together. “I said I was proud of you.”

“It’s just a surgery, babe,” she said, trying to downplay the significance.

“It was your first solo surgery. That’s huge.” He kissed the top of her head.

She squeezed his hand. “My parents didn’t call if that’s what you’re wondering,” she said plainly, her voice still holding that honeyed tone he adored despite the exhaustion. “I don’t think they saw the text message I sent.”

Justin frowned. “I’m sorry. I know you were hoping they’d be more supportive.”

She nodded slightly, her eyes squeezed shut before she allowed herself to further press into him. Her head fell back to rest on his shoulder, and she felt his arms wrap around her more securely, as if trying to provide a silent comfort.

“It's okay,” she whispered. “It's just... I guess I thought that once I was doing what I came here for they’d be happy for me. But, I don’t know.” She paused, swallowing the lump in her throat. “I’ll call in the morning.”

Justin’s thumb stroked the back of her hand gently. “Okay.” He kissed the side of her neck. “My pride still stands. I know how lucky I am to have you, to get to see you shine like this.”

She nodded again, shifting slightly so that she could kiss him softly, sweetly. “I’m lucky too,” she murmured. “I’m so lucky. Thank you for being here with me tonight.”

Justin’s arms tightened around her. “Always,” he promised. “I’ll do everything in my power to make sure you never doubt that.”

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hi lovie!! can i request anything from the established relationship list for tee higgins please 🤍 love all your writings!!!

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#15. Sighing and pouting loudly because you haven't paid them any attention. & #30. Falling asleep within minutes of you playing with their hair or scratching their back.

Tee Higgins x black!femreader

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The television flickered quietly in the background, some rerun of a college game playing with the volume turned low. The living room was warm with early evening light, slanting in through the wide windows, casting soft golden bands across the hardwood floor. But none of it was enough to distract Tee Higgins from what he considered a grave injustice.

The sun had begun its slow descent behind the skyline, bleeding a soft, syrupy orange through the living room windows. It painted everything in a kind of sleepy glow—the oak coffee table, the framed photos on the wall, the curve of her collarbone as she sat with one leg folded underneath her. Her phone glowed in her hand, casting soft light on her face, the light brown undertones of her skin catching the sun in a way that Tee Higgins always thought looked like warm honey.

Tee watched her from the other end of the sectional, arms crossed over his chest like a scolded child, his long legs sprawled out, taking up way more space than necessary. The TV was on—ESPN muttering in the background—but it might as well have been on mute for all the attention either of them gave it. He sighed once.

Loud.

Then again. Louder.

He shifted, making a big show of adjusting the blanket, letting the leather couch groan under his weight. Nothing. No reaction. She just kept scrolling, eyebrows occasionally lifting at whatever she was reading, lips curving in the faintest smirk that wasn’t for him.

He waited.

Still nothing.

Across from him, nestled on the other end of the couch, his girlfriend remained unbothered, her attention fully claimed by whatever was on her phone. Her legs were tucked underneath her, one hand supporting her chin, the other casually scrolling. Her skin glowed in the amber light, rich and smooth like polished mahogany. Her natural curls were piled into a loose bun, a few strands hanging down the side of her cheek in a way that made Tee want to be mad at her for ignoring him and kiss her at the same time.

He sighed again—this time louder, more pitiful.

Still, not even a glance.

“Damn,” he muttered, shifting with the grace of a man twice his size who was trying very hard to make noise while pretending not to.

She blinked, maybe halfway aware of his antics, but didn’t look up. Not even a hum of acknowledgement.

Tee sighed again—this one dramatic enough that it almost echoed. He let his head fall back over the edge of the couch, arms hanging limply now in full surrender.

“I’m dying over here,” he mumbled.

“You’re not dying,” she replied, without glancing up.

“You don’t know that.”

“Yes, I do.”

He sat up slightly, twisting toward her like she was the one being unreasonable. “You’re really gonna sit over there and ignore me like I’m not suffering in silence?”

There was a pause—just long enough to make him wonder if she was really about to ignore that too. Then she smirked without looking up.

She finally looked at him—just briefly—and then looked back down at her phone. “You weren’t silent, Tee. That was your third sigh in under two minutes.”

He scoffed. “That’s restraint. I could’ve been groaning since you picked up your phone.”

Now she rolled her eyes, lips twitching.

“You’re a grown man, Tee. You’ll survive ten minutes without being the center of attention.”

“But I’m suffering,” he groaned again, heavier this time, letting his head roll to the side like his neck had lost all strength. “You see me? I’m fading away right in front of you. I’m wasting away.”

She snorted. “You’re 6’4” and built like a truck. The only thing wasting is your self-control.”

He gave her a look—wide-eyed and hurt, like she’d just called him ugly on live TV.

“Wow. So cold,” he mumbled. “A man comes home after training camp, emotionally vulnerable, physically depleted—”

“You ran six routes and caught passes for 45 minutes,” she cut in, still not looking up.

“—and all he wants is his woman to love on him a little.”

“I do love on you. You just want constant praise. You’re like a golden retriever in cleats.”

“I’m a very handsome golden retriever, though.”

At that, she finally laughed, the sound light and rich, and it made Tee’s chest unclench just a bit. She shook her head and set her phone face down on the coffee table.

He pressed on. “You really gonna leave me like this? Lonely. Starving for affection.”

She set the phone down with a slow exhale, turning her full attention to him for the first time since she sat down. “You had two team trainers massaging you this morning. And a cold tub. And a nap. And protein pancakes.”

“None of that counts,” Tee shot back, folding his arms again. “That’s not the same as you scratching my back and telling me I’m your favorite human.”

“You are my favorite human,” she said, easing toward him now, amused despite herself. “But you’re also the most dramatic.”

“I learned it from you.”

“Boy, please.”

Tee grinned then, victorious in his small, petty battle. He watched as she slid closer, her warmth already sinking into the space between them. Her skin shimmered slightly in the last slants of sun, and her curls—loose and full and slightly wild—fell forward as she leaned in toward him.

She pushed the blanket aside and patted her lap. “Come on, you big baby.”

Tee didn’t hesitate. He curled toward her like a plant toward the sun, resting his head in her lap with a satisfied groan that made her laugh. “Finally,” he muttered. “Equilibrium restored.”

“Mmhm. You act like you didn’t get 112 receiving yards last week. You’re spoiled.”

“And sleepy,” he added, eyes already drooping. “I got hit like... three and a half times. That takes a toll.”

She chuckled, brushing his hair back gently from his forehead. He relaxed instantly, the tension in his shoulders easing under her touch. Her nails traced slow, looping paths down the center of his back, and she felt him exhale—deep and heavy, like his whole frame was deflating.

“Right there,” he murmured. “You know that spot.”

“I know all your spots,” she said, voice low, affectionate.

He smiled lazily but didn’t reply. The muscles in his face softened. She shifted a little to make him more comfortable, letting his full weight settle against her. One hand moved into his thick hair, her nails scratching gently along his scalp in slow, practiced rhythm. His body stilled completely.

Two minutes.

That was all it took.

She heard his breathing even out, slow and steady. The rise and fall of his chest was rhythmic now, peaceful. His mouth parted slightly, lips relaxed, and one large hand dangled limply off the edge of the couch like he’d melted entirely.

She tilted her head, watching him sleep. So much strength, all wrapped in softness now. Tee Higgins, who could bulldoze defenders and outrun nearly anyone in the league, was out cold in her lap because she scratched his scalp.

She ran her fingers through his curls once more, slower this time, her touch more tender than teasing now. There was something about watching him like this—unguarded, quiet, utterly at peace—that filled her chest in a way no words ever really could. It wasn’t just the attention he wanted. It was her. The presence. The closeness. The safety.

She leaned back against the cushions, letting the moment stretch. The TV played on, forgotten. Outside, the city began to dim, the sky bruising into deep indigo. But inside, the living room stayed golden and still, the kind of stillness that only came with love that was safe, rooted, and full of unspoken things.

Tee shifted once in his sleep, tucking his face slightly deeper into her thigh. She smiled.

“Big baby,” she whispered again, softer this time.

But she didn’t stop touching him. Didn’t stop running her fingers through his hair.

She wouldn’t.

Not for a while.

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the grillz? fine shittttt 🫦

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JULY 13th BABY

BEYONCÉ Cowboy Carter and the Rodeo Chitlin’ Circuit Tour, New Jersey May 28, 2025

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my gym motivation all 2025 is early 2000s Beyonce

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WIFEY ME NEXT

hi cassie!! i was wondering if u could do a blurb like the one you did b4 with wifey and joe while he eats her out while she’s talking—but maybe this time do it reversed?? so he’s talking about something that pissed him off or smth and she’s giving him head?? no pressure <3 love your works!

referencing this blurb feat. some front office lashings <3

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"How hard is it to communicate?" Joe was frustrated. Incredulity painted his face, his eyes sharp with aggravation as he paced the floor of your bedroom. "Keep the fuckin' line of communication open like any functioning organization would do."

You sat on the edge of the bed, your legs folded beneath you, watching Joe. His shoulders looked taut with tension, his phone balanced in his left hand as he read an article sent to him by his brother out loud. He was in his favorite sweatpants, the gray fabric hanging loose around his waist, drawing your attention to the V of his hips and what was hidden beneath.

As he paced in front of you, it was getting increasingly more difficult to focus on anything beyond the way his sweats bulged just right. You knew his woes concerning the stalemate surrounding Trey’s contract negotiations had been weighing heavily on him for weeks, and you felt for him. Joe was so deeply invested in the team's success, and you knew he was just venting his stress. But the way he was speaking, the passion in his voice, and the sight of his muscles flexing as he gesticulated was doing something to you. Your mind was wandering and you had no intention of bringing it back from where it was going.

"Babe, maybe you need to take a break from this for a bit?" you questioned, tilting your head to get a better look at his chest.

Joe stopped pacing, his eyes meeting yours. The fire in them didn't die down. "This shit is so frustrating. Why can't we ever get things done?" He threw his phone on the bed, a blend of anger and something else simmering in his gaze.

You stood, walking over to him, placing a gentle hand on the back of his neck, your short, white almond nails scratching lightly against his skin. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, the tension coiled within him. "Do you think saying something will help?" Your voice was soft, coaxing.

Joe exhaled, his shoulders dropping a fraction. "Babe, I'm just tired of all the bullshit." When you stepped around to face him, his eyes had fallen shut, his head tilting back slightly, a silent plea for relief. "I thought I was helping to change things."

"You are," you assured him, your voice low and soothing, the kind that could calm a raging storm. Your fingers continued to knead the tension from his neck, feeling the muscles loosen ever so slightly beneath your touch. His head tilted to the side as he allowed himself to breathe, in and out, slow and deep. Your free hand set over his chest, feeling the thump of his heart, the beat of his frustration.

"You're so tense," you whispered, taking a step closer to him. His head lolled forward, eyes finally opening to rove over the outline of your nose, the undertones of your skin, the fullness of your lips. Your hand slid up from his chest to cup the back of his head. Your lips met his jawline in a soft kiss, feeling the coarse stubble beneath.

Joe's eyes fluttered shut again as a low growl of pleasure rumbled through his chest. He released a breath through his nose, leaning into your touch, his hands finding your waist, his fingers digging into the soft flesh.

"There's still time," you reminded him, your voice purring lowly in your chest. "We always say to focus on what we can control." Your hand slid down his body, feeling the hard-earned muscle of his torso, the heat of his skin beneath your fingertips. "So let's control something. Can I help you relax?"

Joe's eyes found yours, blue eyes revealing an array of emotion. Desire, frustration, need. He nodded, a small, tight movement of his head. "Yeah," he consented, his voice gruff. "Yeah, baby. Please."

His nose nudged against yours, the hand at your waist pulling you further into him to find your lips. The stress from his rigid body pressed firmly against your lips, the kiss sloppy with want. You took him in, frustration lingering in his taste. Your hand slid down the front of his sweatpants, cupping him. He hissed against your mouth, his length growing thick and solid in your hand.

The kiss grew more desperate as your hand stroked him, feeling his cock pulse and throb within your grasp. You broke away from his lips, dropping to your knees, pulling his sweatpants down as you went. Joe's erection bobbed free, the tip tinted a dark pink. You looked up at him, your pretty eyes immediately locking onto his gaze.

"Go 'head, baby." Joe breathed, his hand found the back of your head, gently guiding you closer to his cock. His thumb caressed the side of your face, tracing the line of your jaw as you took him into your mouth. You began with slow, deliberate strokes, your tongue teasing the sensitive underside of his cock. The tip brushed against the back of your throat, and he groaned, the sound resonating through the room.

"Gonna talk to me?" you asked softly, pulling off of him for a brief moment to spread your saliva over his shaft with a gentle hand.

"You want me to keep ranting with my cock down your throat?" His laugh collapsed halfway through into another groan and a curse when you hummed around his tip.

"I love your voice," you replied, almost too simply, your eyes closing as you took him fully.

"Fuck," he drew out, eyebrows furrowing, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth. "I just... every year there's some shit with contracts." His breath pulled in sharply as you swirled your tongue around the head of his cock. "Every team has it, but ours is worse somehow."

"I don't know if Trey's even..." Joe's words trailed off as you took him deeper into your mouth, your cheeks hollowing with the effort. You breathed through your nose, your eyes, all round and a bit glassy, still focused on his face. "So pretty with your mouth full. Fuck. Goddamn."

You pulled back, placing open-mouthed kisses along the length of his shaft, the saliva creating a wet path along his skin. "'Don't know if Trey's even', what?" you prompted before pressing your tongue flat against the underside of his dick, licking a full stripe up to the tip. You closed your lips around it, sucking gently before sliding back down to repeat the action, your hand rising and falling shallowly within your tight grip of his base.

Joe's hips bucked forward slightly, fighting the urge to push your head further down his length. "If he's even... seriously considering sitting out," Joe managed, his voice strained. "Or if that's just—" his words broke off again as your mouth took him back in, your teeth grazing against the sensitive skin lightly. "Just... just agent hardball shit."

You hummed in response, your hand squeezing his shaft. "What's the plan if he does sit out?" Your voice was muffled but your intention clear.

Joe's eyes rolled back in his head. "Don't know. I—" he paused, his body stiffening as your throat constricted around him for a second, "—holy shit. We'd have to... have to adjust, I guess. Somebody's gotta step up."

You took him out of your mouth, a trail of saliva connecting your plump lower lip to Joe's cock. You licked your lips, tasting him. "Mmm," you murmured. "Someone like you?"

"Fuck, baby. So good to me. Oh." His head rolled back, his breath seizing.

"What happened to the rant?" you teased lightly. "You were doing so well a minute ago."

"Can't fuckin' focus with you doin' that," Joe grunted, his hand giving into the urge to pull you closer, his hips jerking. "Gonna cum, baby. Where do you want me?" His words slurred together as you worked him over, eager to push him over the edge.

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writers block stay hitting me like a truck but quan millz can drop books every 2-5 business hours???

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POSITIONS, bengals boys

"i wanna love me, the way that you love me."

welcome to positions! this series will be based on the majority of songs from ariana grande's (best) album, positions.

our bengals boys consists of:

joe burrow

ja'marr chase

andrei iosivas

tee higgins

like always, i write stories for/about black women, but any and all are welcome to read! each work will most likely include smut, so minors do not interact. let me know if you’ll like to be tagged for this series.

i hope you enjoy this series and stay tuned for more future work of mine!

♪ ──── TRACKLIST

i. shut up

ii. 34 + 35 ── andrei i.

iii. motive ── andrei i.

iv. just like magic

v. off the table ── ja'marr c.

vi. six thirty ── joe b.

vii. safety net ── ja'marr c.

viii. my hair ── tee h.

ix. nasty ── andrei i.

x. west side ── joe b.

xi. love language ── tee h.

xii. positions ── andrei i.

xiii. obvious ── joe b.

xiv. pov ── joe b.

xv. someone like you ── tee h.

xvi. test drive ── tee h.

xvii. 34 + 35 remix ── andrei i. & tee h.

xviii. worst behavior ── ja'marr c.

xix. main thing ── ja'marr c.

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We love you <3

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does toji need that?? 🤨

Not serious pt.2

synopsis ♡ jjk men want you back after pushing you away ✩ Pt.1

warning: more angst :) not proofread!! m.list

taglist: @totallygyomeiswife

a/n: i didn’t do sukuna bc we both know he’s not apologizing for shit. also i didn’t know where to take this

including: pretty much all the jjk men

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sneak peek at my upcoming fic for andrei🙂‍↕️

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when i just want to sleep but a writing idea begs to be written down somewhere.

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first things first, thank yall so much for 200 followersssss! i'm so happy yall found me and enjoy my work! 🙂‍↕️💐

and two, i beggggg somebody send me a drabble request please i need more creative juices flowing 😭🙏🏽 (it could literally be for joe, jamarr, rafe, andrei, or anybody yall see me repost.)

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and the crazy thing is, is that he has and can dress better than this !

just seen this on twitter 😭😭

eat him up again for me! 😭