#Muse of the NFL
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Guy Friday 💪🏻🧔🏻♂️💪🏻
From Rugby To The NFL...🏉🏈
Cannot Wait To See Louis Rees-Zammit In A Skintight NFL Uniform.🏴🇺🇸🍑🙌🔥😍🔥😍🔥😍
Woof, Baby!🌶🌶🌶🌶
#Louis Rees-Zammit#Wales#WRU#Rugby#Rugby Union#NFL#Gods of Rugby#Muse of the NFL#Muse of the Grid Iron#Beautiful Men#Cute Guys#Handsome Lads#Mr. Power Glutes#Muscular Hindquarters#Men in Tight Uniforms#Guy Fridays#Luscious Lads#Woof Baby!#Men in Tights#Men in Lycra#Nice Arse Stud!#Nice Slab Stud!
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thoughts on omegaverse in pirate au
the higher ranked you are the more you care about designations, common ppl don’t care at all they have bigger problems
for commoners gender is a bigger deal and you marry along gender lines, designation is more of a second thought
this is also bc female alphas and male omegas are fairly rare (female alphas have a wing ding and male omegas have oussy)
for nobility designation is A Big Deal and you generally marry along those lines although gender is also taken into account bc you have to have kids and produce heirs
marrying a male omega is like the ultimate prize
nobility rely heavily on scent cues as a means of non-verbal communication so it takes a while for brock to get used to not having that crutch and he has trouble reading people
male omegas are somewhat infantilized/ivory tower type thing and female alphas are somewhat ostracized bc they threaten male dominance so they're marginalized more than most women
it’s still considered good for all social classes if your scents are compatible even though most people's are pretty muted and if you have a job like brock's you can't smell anyone
bc everyone’s malnourished common people only have one heat/rut per year and betas don’t have any ofc
nobility/wealthier people have two, max three per year if they’re really fertile (aka ZACHARY WILSON)
given the choice between following a man and following an alpha, most people choose the man, but being a male alpha puts you at the top of any hierarchy automatically
at the end of the day most people are betas
#pirate au#omegaverse#brock purdy#zach wilson#mentioned#nfl rpf#just some musings#worldbuilding#of a sort#the spacing on this is fucked but idc enough 2 fix it :)
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I want high school basketball 😕
#I'm a NBA fan I never watch NFL sports#TheRichAnt's Random Musings and Rants#Football games in highschool was only fun because of homecoming
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Deion Sanders
Cowboys CB
Intercepted 14 passes in his 5 year stint as a cowboy 🤠 (95-99)
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“ you have to come ! everyone's going ! you wouldnt wanna miss it , would you ? ”
#˚₊ ‧𓈒 𓍢 ㅤ 𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴𝙳 𝚄𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁 ㅤ : ㅤ starters ㅤ.#my newest baby <3#she's an nfl cheerleader#probably going on about some#nfl team party#your muse can either#hate parties and give her a hard time#or CAVE!
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is anyone else getting ads that automatically play sound?? its making the app borderline unusable
#musings#i cannot listen to my music bc it stops for the AUTOMATIC NFL AD THAT I HAVE TO MANUALLY TURN OFF SOUND FOR#and then i have to go back into spotify for unpause my shit BUT WHEN I COME BACK IT RELOADS THE DASHBOARD#holy shit
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Temporary Fix // Joe Burrow x Reader
18+ Minors DNI
Summary: You catch Joe’s eye at the club and he decides he’ll be your temporary fix.
Word Count:1k
Warnings: NFL joe, partying, drinking, soft Joe, fingering, unprotected sex
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You grinded yourself against the miscellaneous dance partner, Luke you think, your friend had picked for you. In all honesty, he was insufferable, he kept calling you the wrong name, stepping on your feet, and flirting with other girls.
“I’m gonna go get another drink,” you yelled into his ear.
“What?” he breath stunk, cigarettes and beer. You held your tongue in and walked away rolling your eyes. You ordered the strongest drink and slumped against the wall watching people. You locked your eyes on a tall guy with dirty blonde hair. He was drinking from a water bottle, standing in a group of other tall men. He turned and looked at you, scanning the rest of the club in one motion. You felt yourself blush and you quickly averted your eyes.
“There you are,” Luke grabbed at your waist and you dodged him, “We’re about to leave are you coming with?’
“No, I’m good,” you pushed his hands away again. You looked past him to the blonde, his eyes were scanning past you again, making brief eye contact. Luke grabbed at your arm again and you pushed him away, “No, I said I’m good,” You walked away, towards the blonde. You stopped when he scanned the room again, you turned and slumped against a wall adjacent to him.
You sipped your drink watching the room, taking frequent glances at the blonde.
“Hey,” you turned your head and there he was, “I’m Joe,” he put his hand out to shake. You took it, shaking it and reciprocating with your name.
“I uh- I don’t know if you came with anyone but here’s my number,” he had written it on a napkin, “you can call whenever and I can be your muse.”
“You mean my vice?” you asked smirking, holding tight to the napkin.
“Whatever you wanna call it,” he shined his pearly whites with a chuckle.
“Can I call now?” you asked smiling, he put a hand above your head entrapping you with his body.
“You’re in control,” with those words you smashed your mouth to his hungrily.
His hands roamed your body, your head feeling woozy with delight, the blacks of your eyelids lit up with color from the club lights. Stopping for a breath you noticed eyes on you, phones out snapping pictures. Who was this guy?
“Let's go?” Joe grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the club to the street. He pulled out his phone to call a uber. You climbed in, pulling Joe in next to you, jumping onto him, and pressing your lips to his neck. The car rolled to a stop and Joe opened the door, steadying you as you stepped out. He opened the front door for you, shutting it behind him and pushing you up against it. Lips crashing into yours, you pulled at his shirt hem, and he lifted it over his head. You stared at him, his toned body breathing heavily waiting for your next move. You pushed him back, signaling him to lead you to his bed.
You pushed him back on the bed, climbing on top, pulling your shirt off, and throwing it. His eyes moved up and down your body. You grabbed his hand and placed it on your breast, leaning down to kiss him. He kneaded your breast with one hand as the other guided your hips grinding against him. He groaned into the kiss, his hands feeling hungrier, his hard-on bulging into you.
He rolled and pushed you under him, pulling down your pants. His eyes were hungry looking down at you.
“Touch me,” you pleaded, his eyes shot up to yours. He moved his head, placing kisses on your thighs, his finger entering your heat. Your stomach flipped as he began to move his finger pumped in and out. You moaned, closing your eyes, watching him was too much to handle. He pushed in another finger, moving faster, hitting your g-spot. You moaned loudly, your hand shooting to cover your mouth.
“Say my name baby,” his voice was deeper than before. You moaned out his name as your stomach tightened, your body feeling light as you went over the edge. He moved up placing a kiss on your collarbone.
“Good,” he said against your skin.
“I need more,” you were yearning for him. You sat up, your hands undoing his belt and pull his pants down, his cock shot out. You took it in your hand and stroked it, feeling it becomes harder. He pushed his head back groaning.
“Mhm stop,” you obliged, letting go of his dick. He pushed you back onto the bed, his hands running up your legs. He pushed his dick in, and you whimpered. He moved slowly.
“Faster Joe,” you pleaded.
“Tell me what you want baby,” he tucked his head into your neck.
“I want you to make me cum,” you whined, and his thrusts became faster. His thumb playing with your clit. Rubbing fast circles, driving you wild. Your stomach began to clench.
“Joe,” you cried out, grabbing onto his arm.
“That’s right baby call out my name,” He moved faster and harder, your closed your eyes, your orgasm hitting you hard.
“JOE,” you yelled, his motions weakening as he came, and he collapsed next to you. Laying a hand on your cheek. You both lay there, breathing heavily, and your legs felt weak. You began to take in your surroundings, a football jersey framed on the wall, two of them actually. Both read ‘Burrow’ with the number 9.
“You’re Joe Burrow?” you whipped your head to the side, he looked at you smiling, and nodding.
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This is my first Joe one-shot, I hope everyone likes this. This was written on a whim and in two hours so I'm sorry if it's bad.
Check out my other stuff HERE
#Spotify#temporary fix#one direction#harry styles#joe burrow#joe#football#joe burrow x reader#cincinnati bengals#bengals#joseph lee burrow#nfl#lsu#9#joe burrow smut#joe burrow imagine#joe burrow fluff#joe burrow fic#joe shiesty#joe cool#tiger king#burrow#super bowl
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Heartbreak Series: Part 1
[[Like We Used To]] Song Imagine
Series: Heartbreak Series
Summary: How are you handling the breakup? Based on Like We Used To by A Rocket to the Moon
Words: 1291
Triggers: nsfw, i think that's it???
Part 1 of a potential series. Hope y'all enjoy!
My first Trav fanfic.... be gentle pleaseeee. Requests are more than welcome 🥰
I can feel her breath as she's sleeping next to me
Sharing pillows and cold feet
She can feel my heart, fell asleep to its beat
Under blankets and warm sheets
“How are you always so cold?!” Travis chuckled, draping his arm across your bare waist as you two laid naked, the only thing covering you both being a feather-like, white sheet. Your eyes met his as you let out a small snicker, a sheepish shrug being mustered up even though exhaustion was plaguing your body.
“Don’t you like it? You’re the one who specifically stated you’re always too warm,” you mused, arching your brows pointedly as if to prove your point to him. As much as you gave Travis shit for it, him being warm had its perks. He was your personal body heater and you never had to worry about being cold when you were in his presence. Cold hands pressed against his back was always a welcome feeling in his mind, and he’d told you that more than once.
You shuffled closer to Travis in your shared bed, turning around so that he was the big spoon. He tightened his arms around your body, pressing a loving kiss against the back of your head. It didn’t take long for him to doze off, exhausted from the Monday Night game he had just won. You, on the other hand, took a bit longer to fall into a slumber, though the beat of Travis’ heart eventually lulled you into a deep sleep, knowing that you were safe in your boyfriend’s arms.
If only I could be in that bed again
If only it were me instead of him
Does he watch your favorite movies?
Does he hold you when you cry?
Does he let you tell him all your favorite parts when you've seen it a million times?
Does he sing to all your music while you dance to Purple Rain?
Does he do all these things like I used to?
What you would give to go back to that time in your life, a mere year ago. It wasn’t as if you didn’t love your new boyfriend, but he wasn’t anything compared to Travis. He was different, in every single way from your ex. Trav was an extrovert, he was an introvert. Trav loved sports, he despised them. Travis’ family was everything to him, he hadn’t spoken to his parents in years. What started out as a welcome change was suddenly becoming a sad realization that you wouldn’t ever have that type of love again in your life.
Trav knew every single movie you had watched, he knew what your favorite TV shows were. He knew that you’d be glued in front of the TV every Wednesday night to catch up on all your missed shows because of the NFL’s hectic schedule. Your new boyfriend didn’t know that he should expect that because he wasn’t nearly as busy as Travis. With him, you could watch the shows as they aired live because there were no football games you attended causing a disruption in your schedule. Secretly, you’d still watch all of Travis’ games, your love and concern for him overpowering your desire to watch your shows.
As you lay next to your new boyfriend, tears filled your eyes at the stark contrast that was now your life. Your new boyfriend turned over, seeing your eyelids red from tears.”What’s wrong?” he asked sleepily, a yawn escaping from his red lips. You shook your head, not wanting to delve into the fact that you were, once again, mourning the loss of your relationship with Travis.
“Nothing,” you whispered, your voice cracking as you said the word. In reality, everything was wrong. Nodding, your boyfriend turned over, soft snores being heard echoing off the wall. That alone made you turn to face the opposite wall, small sobs raking through your body. It wasn’t as if your boyfriend didn’t care… but he didn’t care in the way Travis would. Trav would have wrapped his arms around you, blinked several times until he came to, and then demanded you to tell him what was wrong, in the most loving way. And you would’ve told him, because he was your best friend. Perhaps that was the hardest part, losing your boyfriend and best friend all in one.
14 months and seven days ago
Oh, I know you know how we felt about that night
Just your skin against the window
Oh, we took it slow and we both know
It should have been me inside that car
It should have been me instead of him in the dark
You had been with Travis not even a month before the first time you slept together. To say it was amazing would be an understatement. He was the sweetest, kindest, most attentive lover you’d ever been with, and that was just the first time. As time went on, it only became more amazing, more magical. And you were convinced that was because of the love that radiated between the two of you, which was evident to everyone in your inner circle.
The first time you slept with your ex had been a drunken hookup, your attempt to get over Travis. And it worked, for a couple hours. Then your mind went back to your ex, which was precisely what you wanted to avoid. And so began the triad of events, sleeping with your new guy, going home only to call him again a few hours later to try and forget Trav. Eventually, you both decided that since the sex was good, you should try out a relationship. It wasn’t bad, the sex nor the relationship, but it wasn’t the same. It never would be. You knew that, always had.
For what felt like the millionth time, you slipped out of bed and went into the one bathroom in your rented apartment, locking the door behind you as tears leaked out of your eyes. You were so angry that you let a petty argument with Trav ruin the rest of your life, a life you so wanted with him. You’d never pictured being married until you met Travis, but now that you had, that’s all you saw. And, as sad as it was to say, all your boyfriend was was a nice distraction.
Your mind wandered over to Travis, curious as to how he was feeling. Was he having the same thoughts? Or did he move on? Have a new girl in his bed? Tell someone else that he loved them? The mere thought alone caused you to become sick, emptying the content of your stomach into the toilet. You fell back onto your ass, desperately reaching for your phone.
I know, Love (I'm a sucker for that feeling)
Happens all the time, Love (I always end up feeling cheated)
You're on my mind, Love (oh darling, lead her where that leaded)
It happens all the time, Love, yeah
Y/N: Hey… how are you doing?
Trav: Long time no talk! I’m alright, how are you?
You stared at the text for what felt like an eternity, but in reality was less than a minute. In your drunken haze, you clicked on his contact name and pressed Facetime, anxiously awaiting to see if he’d answer. To your surprise, he did. Fuck. What were you going to say? To do? Let him know that you tried to move on but couldn’t? Let him know you watched every single one of his games and still held your breath every time he was tackled? Let him know you watched every video and interview of him? Let him know you thought you saw the heartbroken flickers in his eyes?
“Trav… I miss you.”
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Listen, I’m not special. I’m just a 25 year old girl who can’t take her eyes off Taylor & Travis. As a fan, I’m thrilled to see them both so happy and to get such cute content on a regular basis. As a writer? I’m fascinated by the spectacle of their personal relationship intersecting their mutual fame. It’s all I can think about and I need a partner to develop all my theories & ideas with.
I’d like to write an ocxoc plot about a female pop star and a male NFL player getting into a relationship that explodes with public interest and how they deal with it. I’d rather it not be an exact copy of Taylor & Travis—not their looks, not their careers, or the timeline of their relationship. I don’t want to roleplay these very real people. So please be ready to come up with these details on your own so we can create some interesting character arcs + plot lines together. Bonus points if you’re willing to play with multiple muses and expand our story over time with them. But at the end of the day, I just need an enthusiastic writing partner to be 18+, fairly active but not rapid fire, adv. literate, comfortable with NSFW, and familiar with discord. Leave a like and I’ll be in touch!
🎤🏈💖
like if you're interested and op will get back to you
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My problem with the Prologue.
I’ve been thinking about this for a couple days now, and I think I’ve realized what my main problem is with the 1989 TV prologue.
She spoke to the “sensationalization” of her relationships (which may be fair) except for the fact that in my opinion, speculation on her relationships is what made her career. Made her a billionaire.
We attribute muses to every story she writes. As a writer, that must be frustrating for her. She’s like I wrote this. Attribute it to ME. the problem is, speculation kept us engaged, kept us parasocial, kept us wondering, is rep about her “Angel boyfriend Joe”? How long was that joe Jonas call in which he broke up with her? 29 seconds? 28? Who did she kiss on midnight on NYE? Harry styles? Do we want to know where she was April 29th?
Yes. We do. Is it fair to say stop looking into my life? Maybe. Is it fair to say it was wrong in 2014? I’m not sure. I do know that she is a billionaire based off 1) her incredible genius talent for song writing and storytelling, both musically and visually and 2) her fostering and nurturing of a parasocial audience that feels like her friend. People know who their friends date, break up with, hate, etc. She directly engaged this audience to try to stop the masters heist.
The process of the re-records not only allows her to own her work. It allows her to rewrite the narrative of seasons past. In this case, the prologue says this album was a response to media and fan speculation about my personal relationships (which she does not like). How she can say that while also having a corporate relationship with the NFL? I don’t know. Maybe we will learn in a few years when the narrative is rewritten.
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masterlist ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
here u can find my fics !!
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❝DO THEY KNOW? THAT YOU'RE at my doorstep in the middle of the night, begging for me to fuck you?❞ radleigh asked the other smugly. his question was meant as a reminder of how wrong this was. they weren't really complaining about the other's presence. in fact, he had enjoyed the sneaking and fucking around.
– muse: radleigh liu (he/they pronouns) / 25-30 / althlete (NFL player)
– open to: f / nb
– plot(s): they're hooking up even when they're not supposed to. your muse could be taken/married, girlfriend/sister of a rival team member, daughter of his coach, best friend's sister, etc. anything forbidden that works.
#indie rp#indie smut rp#indie kink rp#independent roleplay#independent rp#open starter#open rp#c: radleigh
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open to: m 21+
muse: ecrin yilmaz . 22 . nfl cheerleader + trust fund baby
connection: acquaintances, friends, crush, slowburn.
plot: based here !! basically a jackie x hyde type dynamic.* made with beta, pls don't like my starters.
" what happened? " widened eyes glancing down to the figured balled up and groaning in pain. then it connected. with an expression morphing into realization causing her jaw to drop as a gasp fell, " oh my god! he called me a bitch and you punched him! " she giggled. " that's what happened isn't it? " ecrin's lips started to spread into a winsome smile.
#open starter#open indie rp#indie smut rp#indie rp#multimuse rp#❝ — paint the town red ! ❞┊ecrin#❝ — a-faster than the speed of light ! ❞┊ open#* i really want to use her im-
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Anonymous asked:
Sorry if this is harsh, but that’s not my intention.
Love Taylor. I truly believe she’s a good person (questionable actions, but overall a good person). Love her music…but personally, I’m kind of annoyed because it comes off as her focus being more on propping his ego up and keeping one “core” of her fanbase satisfied than it is on her upcoming return to tour.
She’s more than entitled to have fun and go out, etc, but with as much as this whole thing has been shoved in our faces and forced down our throats, I’d be pissed if I spent my hard earned money and she gave half assed effort on tour or at the show I was going to because she was too tired from flying back and forth “supporting her boyfriend”.
Now I’m not saying she would ever do that, because she’s one of the very few who even cancels or postpones shows as a very firm last resort, but that’s how it appears. That she’s being someone she’s not and she knows she’s not. The vibe is just off.
Football has always been around and she’s never made it a point to go to a game. But suddenly she’s a diehard Chiefs fan? We remember the cheat sheet she left in the suite after the first game. Why not give that same support to the WNBA or NWSL? A women’s college basketball game? Those are leagues that could really benefit from the support of someone with her platform. She couldn’t go to the WNBA finals games in New York with Gigi, Cara, Selena, etc? She couldn’t go to one of her friend Alex Morgan’s NWSL games?
We all see through the timeline. If it wasn’t so glaringly obvious what this situation is, why is the owner of the Chiefs telling us how “organic” it is? Why are all these random people being asked as if their word solidifies something as fact? Would they have asked him if he were simply a chiefs season ticket holder and not employed or closely linked to them?
I just hate these stains on her legacy. People are always going to remember the month she spent giving MH attention. They’re gonna remember how she was living it up with BM in the suites. They aren’t going to forget those things just because she went to a couple football games, got drunk and took pictures.
It just feels like everything has to be done with a man involved in some aspect. If it’s a new song or album, the man she was pictured with is assumed as the muse. If it’s an Easter egg, it’s assumed to be for a man. It’s ok to be or appear single. It’s ok to have female muses. Not every part of your art has to be completed in association with a man.
That’s like saying YOU can’t eat an apple because HE likes bananas.
I’m also tired of it because WE are the ones being given all this unwanted information about every second of their day, but being accused of not respecting her privacy when that’s simply not the case.
People pleasing is a hell of a drug.
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SR: In the past I would have felt much of what you wrote. But I have a different perspective this time. Watching her at these games, shoving her presence in the face of the "Dads, Brads and Chads" is hilarious to me.
I also think of it in terms of her next album release and her coming out. Everyone knows who she is, but she has made an impression on a segment of society that may not listen to her music. So I can see this having a positive impact on her next album sales.
But more importantly, I think that if/when she comes out, her presence among this segment of society is really important. She is so endearing at these games. She is interacting with the fans. The NFL pundits, players, coaches, all speak highly of her. It can only help open some minds up when she does come out. I also think that TK, as much as he and his brother annoy me with their attention seeking bits, is helping her with her coming out story. I say this based on the outfits he wears to match her eras. I said to a mutual yesterday that he is definitely a cooperative 'beard'.
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