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[xoxonobodyhome]

My Master List 💜

Hi Everyone!!!!

So below you will find the links to my current series & future stories and blurbs & etc.... I'm very excited because now everything will be in one place and I am back to my Virgo organizing ways... Thank God.

For now I will only be writing for Joe & Ja'Marr until I get more comfortable with my writing skills

Kiss & Tell Series

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Blurbs

Just One Bounce

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CVG I HATE YOU lol this airport shall feel my wrath

[cozygirljay]

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Yayyyt

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CVG I HATE YOU lol this airport shall feel my wrath

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GET NUMBER 14 FROM THE EAGLES OFF THE FIELD NNNNEEEOOWWWWWWW

eagles if that’s your 2nd string yall are COOKED LMAOO

Ik my bestie punching the air rn

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My chiefs are being COOKED by the rams bruh lmaooo 😅

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Got my passport and the suspicious allergic reaction I suffered is gone

GLORIA AH DIOS

Cincy here I comeeee 🫶🏽🫶🏽

[mrs-delaney]

Nowhere To Go

pairings: joe burrow x reader 🖤 warnings: 18+ mdni. rough sex, restraint/forearm across throat, unprotected sex, aftercare. wc: 540 an: my official submission for @honeydippedfiction's sexcapade saturdays 🤭 written for this ask from my 🩷🧚🏻‍♀️ anon. short one. no verse, no context, no plot — just him behind you and then thirty seconds of the softest man alive once it's over. everything else lives on the masterlist. 💋

You’re on your hands and knees in the middle of the bed.

He’s behind you. One hand locked on your hip, the other braced beside your shoulder. He’s fucking you deep, every stroke the same. Your fingers curl into the sheets each time he pushes in.

He keeps the pace. Keeps you right there, hips meeting yours.

His breath is low against the back of your neck.

He leans forward.

The hand that was by your shoulder slides under your chin. Forearm comes across the front of your throat. He pulls you back until your spine meets his chest and the angle changes—deeper, tighter, nowhere to go.

His hips keep moving. Harder now.

“There you go,” he says, voice low right against your ear.

The arm stays.

He pulls you back onto every stroke so you meet him instead of just taking it. The new angle lands high and deep; you feel it in the backs of your thighs, in the place where your arms are starting to shake. Every time you try to drop your head or give under the weight, the forearm under your chin corrects you without a word.

Your breath is warm against his skin. The stretch of it keeps building. He adjusts with his hips, finds the spot that makes your arms give a little more, and stays on it.

The thrusts get shorter. Heavier.

He drops his head, mouth against the side of your neck, breathing hard. Still doesn’t let go.

You come first—sharp, locked against his chest, nowhere else to go. He follows a few strokes later, hips pressed flush, the sound low and rough in your ear as he finishes.

He stays inside you. Both of you breathing hard against the sheets.

He moves first. The arm under your chin lifts. He eases out of you slow, one hand at your hip. He reaches somewhere behind him. The sheet, or his shirt from the floor — you don’t turn to look. His hand is careful between your thighs, cleaning you up without making a thing of it. Quiet. His breathing still hasn’t fully evened out. When he’s done he tosses whatever it was aside and lowers himself next to you. Close. His hand finds the small of your back and stays there, flat, warm.

You turn your head on the pillow. It’s the first time he’s seen your face since he put you on your hands and knees. His eyes move over you once — mouth, jaw, the flush still on your neck — and stay.

He doesn’t look away.

His hand moves from your back to your hair, pushes it off your forehead.

Leaves it there.

“I didn’t sleep last night,” he says.

You watch him. Wait.

“Kept picturing you here.”

His thumb traces the edge of your hairline. He’s not looking at your eyes anymore — he’s looking at his own hand, at the piece of hair he’s holding between his fingers.

“Wanted you in my bed all week.”

You reach up. Touch his wrist.

He lets out a breath. He pulls you in. Your forehead against his chest, his hand still in your hair, his heartbeat slower now against your cheek. He doesn’t say anything else.

His breathing evens out against your hair.

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Alexa play that should be me by Justin Bieber

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ALSO Lmaooooooooooo

Guys my face is experiencing a random allergic reaction and it’s concerning my wifey lol

Not to worry though I will be on my flight to Cincy 🥹

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TOMORROW IS THE DAY

[squad-3]

[notgaybuckybarnes]

JOE BURROW Bengals-Detroit Warm Up

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Ass up close and I love this view

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MY TV KEEPS FREEZING IWNWIAOAOA

T MOBILE WIFI YOU SHALL FEEL IT

[cozygirljay]

Yall aren’t TRUE Bengals fans yall are only Joe fans and it’s showing please do Cincinnati a favor and STFU!!!

[cupcakesprinkleprincess]

some of you take preseason games so seriously like this isn’t comedic gold😭😭

[burrowandbengals]

that smile 🥹

Preseason vs. Lions - Aug. 13, 2026

[jadexwasabi-jb9]

Preseason Game / Thursday - August 13, 2026

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PAPIIIIIII

[honeydippedfiction]

Yall are taking this too seriously. It’s preseason. It doesn’t count. Also preseason is time for the rookies to shine and make main roster. Literally that’s what preseason is for and to work out any kinks/get current game tape to opponents. Chill tf out

It’ll be okay. Start worrying when it’s the actual season.