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sierrale8ne · 2 days ago

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nsfw // big freak shit alert! jealous!p, bratty!venus, strap sucking, strap-on sex, spitting, degradation, ass play, toxic!p comes out to play a lil bit, time jump (summer 2025, all-star break)

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The feeling of a vacation never really got old for Venus and Paige. The worked nearly year round. Especially this year, it’s been a year since Paige has gotten a break seeing as the end of her college season transitioned seamlessly into her professional season.

As for Venus, she was lucky that the Patriots were, if not the worst, one of the worst teams in the NFL. Meaning that all the media work she was needed for ended in December. But with Paige getting drafted to Dallas, and the Cowboys coincidentally having a vacancy in her position, the second Venus touched down in Dallas meant she was back to work.

So you could assume this break, even if short, was much much needed.

Their cruise vacation had become a bit of a tradition. Once every summer, they found themselves on their adult only cruise indulging in a five days of drinking, relaxation, and sex. How could one forget about the sex.

It was always a great time, but now? Venus would rather be anywhere but this damn ship.

They went down to the deck together, music and a few cocktails enveloping the two in their own little world. Then Paige wanted another drink, so she left for the bar, insisting that Venus sit pretty for her until she got back.

What the tattooed girl didn’t expect was for Paige to be enveloped in conversation with another woman at the bar

It’s all Paige’s fault. Her pro contract came with more deals, more money, and more eyes. More eyes from women who couldn’t seem to get enough of the blonde. The fact that she looked as sexy as possible in her light washed jorts and sleeveless graphic shirt, the blonde of her hair flowing in the caribbean breeze, didn’t fucking help.

She saw red. The way the woman smiled in her face and bit her lip, every few minutes reaching over to touch her girlfriend’s arm. The way she laughed at every little thing Paige said, which was even more aggravating because the blonde was not that fucking funny—

“You come by yourself?”

The voice echos in Venus’s ear, making her turn around slightly to see who’s speaking to her. The older woman is tall, nowhere near as tall as Paige, but tall enough that her head tilts up to see her. Her hair was dark and short and shaggy, just barely falling over her shoulders.

“I’m sorry?”

“I said, are you by yourself?” The woman repeats, leaning downward to project into her ear.

Venus knew better. She knew that if Paige were to turn around, even just for a second, and get a glimpse of her and this woman, she might actually blow a vein. Which made it all the more exciting.

“More like left alone.” Venus responds, very tentatively pushing back her hair over her shoulder. The trail of jewelry cuffed on her ear being put on display.

The woman looks almost astonished. “And who would leave your pretty self all alone?”

That woman in question sat at the bar. Still, waiting for what felt like years for her dirty shirley and Venus’s lemon drop. Her feet were propped up against the ledge of the stool, feet bouncing as she heard the blonde beside her speak flirtatiously to her.

Paige thought she was doing great at keeping the flirting to a minimum. She moved her arm back every few seconds and made sure to break her eye contact before the woman got the wrong idea.

It was when she took a quick peak— just over her shoulder, to make sure her girlfriend was safe where she left her— that she saw it. Venus’s hand on another woman’s shoulder.

She couldn’t fight the smirk on her face, no chance her girlfriend was blatantly flirting with someone else right in front of her.

Normally, while looking at her girlfriend, she would be nearly falling to her knees. Venus was laced in sex appeal, and the outfit she wore right now only enhanced it. The set was black lace, the lack of fabric intentional due to the Caribbean summer heat. The material was thick enough to keep everything held in place, but thin enough to give Paige and whoever else they’d come across a show of every curve and valley of Venus’s body.

But now? She was livid, watching her smile and toss her head back with laughter. How she kept leaning in to whisper in the woman’s ear. Every move was purposeful, like she knew that Paige was watching. Which she was.

Her eyes dart to the bartender, who was passing off that lemon drop she ordered. An idea flashed across Paige’s face as she grasped the plastic cup in her hand.

“You like lemon drops?”

Yeah, two could play at that game.

It was obvious that Paige was now trying to piss her off, that she was lengthening whatever stupid fucking conversation she was having to get on every one of her nerves. Venus was always one step ahead of her, however.

She thought Paige had lost her mind. That there had to be some otherworldly force responsible for her actions, because Paige buying someone else a drink in front of her own eyes was diabolical. Unthinkable even.

So when the woman, who she had now known as Maia, reached for her hand and asked her to dance, she took one glance at her girlfriend and when she saw Paige hand her drink to another woman, she said yes.

Venus dragged Maia across the dance floor, purposefully finding a spot right in front of the bar where, if turned around, Paige would see with her own two eyes what she was up to.

It was a brilliant idea in her own head, one that would serve as the most perfect payback.

Lover/Friend by KAYTRANADA echoes through the speakers, string and strobe lights decorating the deck. Venus is determined. She presses her ass against her, slowly moving to the music.

She loses herself in the music pretty quickly, hips swaying and eyes closing. Maia attempts to keep up, and all Venus can think about is how badly this should be her and Paige right now. How it should be the blonde behind her, gripping her hips and whispering in her ear about how badly she wanted to take her back to their room.

It’s partially the reason why she starts acting out, grinding her hips in a way that makes Maia let out a low whistle into her ear.

They dance through the rest of the song while the woman grips Venus’s waist, the action makes her head shoot up, smile quickly growing when she felt Paige’s eyes on her.

They were a piercing shade of blue, stuck to every inch of her body. Venus’s job was complete. She gave the blonde a smirk, before looking away, grabbing Maia’s hands from her hips to turn around.

“How about you get me a drink?” She teases, tongue darting over her bottom lip. Her eyes ever so enticing and rimmed with black.

“Yeah?” Maia asks with a bite of her lip. It takes every bone in her body to not cringe at it. “What do you want?”

“Vodka cranberry.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She’s walking off to the bar within a matter of seconds, leaving Venus alone to dance to another song. The atmosphere was booming, enough for her to forget that her girlfriend had almost blown a blood vessel with how pissed she had grown. Venus’s phone buzzes in her purse, and she reaches in to grab it almost immediately.

Paige worked fast, because within a matter second she felt arms around her waist, nails digging into her hips with an anger that could only belong to her girlfriend.

And then she felt it.

The feeling of Paige behind her, her front pressed dangerously close to her back, and the strap that was very obviously felt underneath her jeans. Venus nearly scoffs, surprised that she didn’t notice it earlier in the evening.

“We’re leaving.” Paige mumbled into her ear, like the statement is final.

Venus hates that, of course, because she’s her own person. A certain irritation rises within her which blends terribly with the growing arousal between her legs. “But I’m having so much fun. I thought you were too.” She pouts teasingly.

“Venus.” Paige draws her hands back, slighting pushing her girlfriend forward with a hand to the small of her back. “I’m going to our room. You got five minutes to get up there, or i’m fucking you up.”

It took Venus seven minutes.

Which was an absolute no go.

Paige was on her the second the door swung open, gripping her hips and pushing her onto the bed as she avoided meeting their lips. In her mind, Venus didn’t deserve a damn kiss. Not after tonight.

She tugged of her shirt with a vigor, a rip tearing its way through the very center to reveal her bare chest. It wasn’t a surprise that she went braless, If anything Paige should’ve expected it from her.

Venus shot up, her face visibly reddening in a mix of annoyance and disbelief. “Paige!”

“Shut up.” The blonde grunts, reaching for one of the many hair ties on her wrist to pull back her hair. “Ion wanna hear shit from you, just shut up.”

Surprisingly, Venus listened, the tiniest huff escaping her lips. Paige shot her a look before shaking her head. It was hard to decipher what that was about. Maybe she was still heated, or it was the image of her dancing on another woman, or maybe it was that even through it all, Paige thought she was the sexiest woman in the world.

Probably the latter.

Paige was almost immediately reaching under her skirt for her panties, kissing her teeth at just how soaked they were.

“You wanna tell me who you’re this wet for?”

“I thought I was supposed to shut up.”

Paige nods, almost as if Venus got her on that one thing. Her hand pressing closer to the woman’s wet cunt, feeling up her clit through the material of the lace. Venus sucks in a sharp gasp, trying to keep quiet as instructed but also push at that button on Paige’s nerves just a bit more.

Her fingers travel slowly, dipping under her underwear and running through her folds. Paige is barely tactful about it, she doesn’t care about getting Venus off and that’s obvious by the look in her eye. She just wants to make a point. To prove that it’s always going to be her.

“P—ah!” Venus yelps when Paige’s finally pushing them in, rough and fast. Her fingers curl almost instantly, the squelch of her cunt echoing off the walls. She was dripping like a faucet, arousal trailing down Paige’s long fingers.

But it only lasts so long, because Paige pulls them back out. Looking intently at the glisten of her fingers.

“Maia would’ve fucked me by now.” Venus shrugs, effectively putting the nail the coffin.

Paige freezes and a smirk travels to her lips. “You said what?” She asks with dark eyes.

“You heard me.”

That alone is enough for Paige to bring her clean hand to her shorts, licking the other clean before unbuttoning them. “On your knees, V. C’mon.” She instructs.

Venus does as told. Her ass slips down the edge of their bed, she sinks to her knees before her.

She thinks about how good Paige looks like this, jeans undone and boxers on display. Her hair in a messy bun, the pink of her lips, the column of her neck.

She stares at the center of Paige’s boxers, right where the pink of the silicone dildo sits comfortably. Venus grips at the waistband of the jeans, tugging them down her tanned legs, the muscle of her thighs flexing as she steps out of the clothing.

“Get it nice and wet, ma.” Paige bites her lip. Her girlfriend looked like a slut, in every aspect of the word. Venus’s eyes blown wide, slightly watery. Her pierced nipples on display, the blondes’s name sitting nicely above her collarbone in a small cursive.

She grips the strap in her hand, her spit shooting out over the tip. The action nearly makes Paige forget she’s supposed to be mad at her.

Venus’s lips press against the side of it, tongue lolling out of her mouth and back and forth against the shaft. When she finally does take the strap in her mouth, the moan that Paige gives her is almost pleasureful enough.

The silicone stretches Venus’s mouth wide, almost too wide. All seven inches slide down her throat, muffled gags drowning out Paige’s groans. The blonde swore she could feel it, feel the warmth of her tongue and the sucking of her mouth.

“So messy, baby.” Paige hums, “gag on it, jus’ like that.” Her large hand sinks into Venus’s braids, the other cupping her chin to angle her the way she pleased. Then she starts moving her hips.

Angry sex isn’t common between the two, which is odd considering the fact that they argue over the dumbest things every single day. But in Paige’s mind, even if she technically started it, Venus took it too far. So far that Paige wanted nothing more than to fuck her stupid. To make her jaw ache from how rough she would fuck her face, make her legs feel like jelly, make tears fall from her eyes and down her cheeks and apologies spew from her lips while Paige fucked her until she tapped out.

So, the athlete held Venus still while she drew her hips back and forth. Saliva pooled at the corners of her mouth as she attempted to breathe, Paige still kept going.

The tip of the strap hit the back of her throat, making Venus dig her nails into Paige’s thighs.

“Aww you can’t take it? Huh?” She tugs Venus’s hair harder, forcing her head back further to push more of her strap into her mouth. Paige can’t even remember the last time she had her like this— on her knees and breaking apart every ounce of faux dominance into submission. “Y’know I hate bein’ mean to you, baby. But I gotta make sure you learn, yeah?”

Venus pushes at her abdomen in search for air, but Paige pushes it away. Her nose nestled against her girlfriend’s pelvis, nearly every inch of her forced into Venus’s mouth.

Paige finally lets her go, feeling just a tad bit bad about nearly suffocating her girlfriend like that. “Fuck— P.” She murmurs between ragged breaths, a cough or two escaping her chest.

“You gonna be good for me?” Paige asks, bringing Venus to her feet by the arm.

No. Say no.

“Yes, baby.” She breathes, mascara flaking under her eyes. “Promise.”

“Good.” Paige mumbles. It takes everything in her to hold out crashing her lips on hers, especially when they’re all wet and plump, but she’s holds on. “Bend over this bed, I been wantin’ you since I saw this fucking skirt.”

Venus turns around, the material of her skirt still clinging to her hips. She bends over the edge, immediately going on her toes as she arches her back in the way the blonde likes.

“Look at that perfect ass.” Paige says in almost disbelief, “all mine and you wanna grind it on some other bitch.” She sends a harsh slap to it watching the fat giggle in response.

“Paige, fu—ck, please. Fuck me, please.” Venus moans. She wants to push back, to fuck herself on her girlfriends cock like a slut and get what she so badly wanted— not so much deserved, seeing as that was why Paige was so mad at her in the first place.

The athlete grips her ass in her hands, putting Venus’s cunt on display, the wetness the drips through her folds, past her clit, and onto the edge of the bed. “Yeahhhhh, keep begging. Lemme hear it.”

“Please, P.”

“Again.”

“‘M sorry, baby. Please plea—”

Her pleading it cut off by the distracting nature of Paige’s thumb against her ass. The way she circled it and darted from the arousal of her pussy back to her puckered asshole. She was enthralled by it, allowing her spit to fall onto it.

“Nah don’t stop for me. Tell me what you need. Whatchu need so damn bad that you wanted to piss me off like that, ma?” Her voice is cold, deep and raspy in a way that she hasn’t heard in forever.

“Need you inside. Please please, Paige I—fuck please?” Venus begs, silently hoping it’s enough for her to do something other than tease her until she almost cried.

Paige shakes her head from behind, griping the wet strap by the base. She pushes the pink silicone inside fast, the mix of saliva and arousal making the fight nonexistent.

Venus takes it all with ease, a loud pornographic moan escaping her. “Fuck! M’ my God, P.” She cries, fingers immediately gripping at the sheets.

“She just takes it all, huh?” Her thumb followed, breaking inside, all while continuing the motion of her hips. “Fucking slut, you’re a fucking slut, y’know that, V? Actin’ up like I haven’t been fucking you every damn day we’ve been here.”

It was like with each passing second the blonde was getting even more heated, the memory of her girlfriend with another woman turning her almost animalistic.

Venus is falling apart too, every inch hitting her g-spot over and over and over as Paige had learned how to ages ago. And each time she seemed to just get better at it. “Baby! You’re— fuckin’ deep. So deep, shit.”

Her arms stretched in front of her fisting the sheets when Paige bunches up her skirt, pounding into Venus at a speed that could only be attributed to her athleticism and stamina.

Paige looked down to see how she completely covered the silicone in her arousal, the sound of Venus’s ass against her thighs, loud and heavy.

“Had her thinkin’ she would ever get to see you like this. You fuckin’ crazy?” Her statements are almost drowned out by the moans of her girlfriend.

“I’m-I’m cumming, gonna cum! P, please.” Venus whines, reaching back to grip at the hem of Paige’s shirt. “Wanna cum, oh my God!”

“Hold that shit, V. I don’t care.”

Paige is quick to throw her hand off, drawing her hips back and forth, pounding Venus’s fucking life away. She tugs up her shirt, the lust clouding her better judgment that would tell her to throw her shirt off and instead she just tucks it under her chin. She curls her thumb deeper, matching that movement with the thrusts of her strap.

“I’m sorry, I promise!”

“Yeah, I know you’re sorry now, but you weren’t sorry earlier, huh? Tryna give my pussy away, it’s like that?” Paige’s breath is heavy, a mixture of the sex and the alcohol that rushes through her veins. “Shit, this pussy, baby.”

With that, the blonde was pulling out and flipping her over. Venus’s legs fell open almost instantly, a testimony to how fucking badly she needed her again. She was greedy, desperately so. Paige was right, she’d turned her out every single day they’ve been on the cruise but for whatever reason, she wanted more right now.

Her arms wrapped around Paige’s neck as she slid back in, hovering over her.

“You better fucking kiss me.” Venus moans softly, her eyes rolling at the new position.

Paige’s long fingers circled around Venus’s throat, adding to her pleasure as she slightly picked up the pace of her hips. "Take all this shit, you deserve all this dick, mama. Swear." She egged her on as she powerfully fucked her into the bed.

“I can’t!”

“Yeah you can, can take all of it, baby.” She coos, “you think she could’ve fucked you better than me?”

Venus’s eyes snap open, she reaches for anything in her grasp, deciding that the collar of Paige’s shirt would keep her grounded. “No, no, baby.”

“She would’ve made you cum as hard as I’m about to? Ion think so, ma.”

After what felt like decades, Paige finally kissed her with passion, her tongue inside Venus’s mouth as she squeezed at her neck causing her to cum almost on the spot. The kiss silenced the sounds of her cries. Venus scratched at her back through that damned t-shirt.

Her cum coating the pink silicone in a milky white, sticky against not only her own thighs but Paige’s as well.

"Fucking shit." Paige hissed out. "V, fuck." She warned, almost weary. Beads of sweat adorned her forehead, and it was like the second Venus’s high washed over she was forgetting about the source of the argument in the first place.

The athlete’s chest heaved up and down and her mouth was left wide open while she breathed heavily and hotly into Venus’s ear.

“P—”

“—You fucking piss me off, man.” Paige groans flopping down against Venus’s chest. The tattooed girl chuckled, a low and tired one that vibrates again Paige’s head. “Dancing on her is crazy.”

“You gave that blonde headed bitch my drink! Hell, you started it.” Venus heaves, “don’t be mad ‘cause you can’t finish what you started.”

“Shut up!” Paige kisses at her chest, greeting the faded marks from the other nights they’ve been on the cruise. “I fucked you till you cried, I think I finished it.”

“You shut u—”

Venus is cut off with a kiss, a soft one though, much different than the manner Paige just fucked her with. Paige sucks on her tongue drawing all of Venus’s moans into her own mouth. “I love you, okay? And I’m sorry for starting shit. Happy?”

“I guess.”

“Say it back then.”

“I love you too. Dickhead.”

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the-football-chick · 10 months ago

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The Bills trade star WR Stefon Diggs to the Texans for a 2025 2nd-round draft pick.

IG: nfl (4/3/24)

#nfl #stefon diggs #buffalo bills #houston texans #wide receivers #nfl trade #shut the front door

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danieljreboot · 2 months ago

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justjarminsports · 3 months ago

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Bears ship Khalil Herbert to the Bengals for a late draft pick.

Photo Credit: Quinn Harris/Getty Images

By: BenJarmin Munguia

Date: November 5, 2025

The Bengals get more help in the backfield.

On Thursday, the Chicago Bears traded running back Khalil Herbert to the Cincinnati Bengals for a 2025 seventh-round draft pick. The Chicago Bears drafted Herber in the sixth round of the 2021 NFL draft.

During his time in the Windy City, Herbert rushed for only 1,175 yards and eight touchdowns on 372 carries. This season, Herbert saw a huge reduction in his workload. He only rushed 8 times for 16 yards, a big difference from the last three seasons, when he had 100 carries in each of those seasons.

The Bengals' backfield will now consist of Chase Brown, Zach Moss, Treyvon Williams, and Khalil Herbert.

Herbert expressed his feelings about the trade this morning on Twitter (now called X), saying, “Thank you, God.”

The Bengals keep their postseason hopes alive while being 4-5.

#nfl #nfl football #nfl draft #chicago bears #cincinnati bengals

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workbypc · 3 days ago

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Justin Herbert Girlfriend: Love Life of the NFL Star

Justin Herbert, one of the most talented quarterbacks in the NFL, has become a household name among sports fans. Known for his impressive skills on the field and charismatic personality off it, Herbert's life attracts significant interest, including curiosity about his personal relationships. In this article, we delve into every aspect of Justin Herbert's life, including his girlfriend, family, career, and much more.

Who is Justin Herbert?

Justin Herbert is a professional football player who has made his mark as the quarterback for the Los Angeles Chargers in the National Football League (NFL). A rising star, he has consistently demonstrated exceptional talent, making him one of the most promising players of his generation.

Justin Herbert Bio

Born on March 10, 1998, in Eugene, Oregon, Justin Patrick Herbert developed an early passion for football. He played college football at the University of Oregon, where he led the Ducks to victory in the 2020 Rose Bowl. Herbert's dedication and performance earned him the sixth overall pick in the 2020 NFL Draft, selected by the Los Angeles Chargers.

Justin Herbert Age

As of January 2025, Justin Herbert is 26 years old. Despite his young age, he has already achieved numerous accolades and established himself as a key player in the NFL.

Justin Herbert Height, Weight, and Physical Status

Justin Herbert stands at an impressive 6 feet 6 inches (198 cm) and weighs approximately 237 pounds (108 kg). His towering height and athletic build make him a formidable presence on the field. Known for his agility, strength, and quick decision-making, Herbert's physical attributes are a major asset to his football career.

Justin Herbert Girlfriend

Justin Herbert’s personal life, particularly his romantic relationships, is a topic of great interest among fans. Although he tends to keep his personal life private, Herbert has been linked to Taylor Bisciotti, an NFL Network reporter. Speculations about their relationship started circulating after they were spotted together at various events. However, neither Herbert nor Bisciotti has publicly confirmed their relationship.

Herbert’s low-key approach to his personal life reflects his focus on football and maintaining a balanced, grounded lifestyle. Fans admire his dedication to keeping his private matters out of the spotlight.

Justin Herbert Family and Early Life

Justin Herbert comes from a supportive and sports-oriented family. His parents, Mark Herbert and Holly Herbert, have always encouraged him to pursue his passion for sports. He has two brothers, Mitch and Patrick, who are also involved in athletics.

Growing up in Eugene, Oregon, Herbert was an avid sports enthusiast. His love for football blossomed during his high school years at Sheldon High School, where he excelled as a multi-sport athlete in football, basketball, and baseball.

Justin Herbert Personal Life

Beyond football, Justin Herbert is known for his humility and intelligence. He graduated with a degree in Biology from the University of Oregon, showcasing his academic dedication alongside his athletic achievements. Herbert is also actively involved in community service, frequently participating in charity events and youth programs.

Justin Herbert Football Career

Justin Herbert’s football career has been nothing short of remarkable. After an outstanding college football tenure, he was drafted by the Los Angeles Chargers in 2020. Herbert quickly made an impact, earning the NFL Offensive Rookie of the Year award in his debut season.

Since then, he has continued to break records, including becoming the fastest quarterback to reach 10,000 passing yards. His ability to deliver under pressure and lead his team to victory has solidified his position as one of the league’s top quarterbacks.

Justin Herbert Social Media

Justin Herbert maintains a strong yet professional presence on social media. You can follow him on:

Instagram: @justinherbert

Twitter: @justinherbert

Herbert’s posts often feature highlights from his games, training sessions, and charitable activities, providing fans with a glimpse into his life.

Justin Herbert Car Collection

As an NFL star, Justin Herbert enjoys the perks of luxury, including an impressive car collection. Some of the cars reportedly in his collection include:

Mercedes-Benz G-Wagon

Range Rover Sport

Audi R8

Herbert’s taste in cars reflects his preference for stylish yet high-performance vehicles.

Justin Herbert Net Worth

Justin Herbert’s net worth is estimated at $25 million as of 2025. His wealth primarily stems from his NFL contracts, endorsement deals, and investments. Herbert signed a 4-year, $26.6 million rookie contract with the Chargers, and his performance guarantees future lucrative deals.

Conclusion

Justin Herbert’s journey from a young boy in Eugene, Oregon, to an NFL star is nothing short of inspiring. With his exceptional talent, work ethic, and humility, Herbert continues to captivate football fans worldwide.

While fans are curious about his personal life, including his rumored relationship with Taylor Bisciotti, Herbert remains focused on his career and making a difference both on and off the field. With a bright future ahead, Justin Herbert is undoubtedly one of the most exciting athletes to watch in the NFL.

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americannoteven · 26 days ago

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My therapist telling me I need to work on “forgiving myself” for my issues and traumas like dude. honestly. You have a better chance of seeing me get picked in the first round of the upcoming 2025 NFL Draft and my ass hasn’t played in like a decade

#shut up nilla #to my bros if I stop dropping ‘ily’s every two seconds I’m not mad I’m promise I need to try something for my sake #I can explain if you guys ever want me to #cptsd got my ass last night it’s not been well uhhhhhh #/neg

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itscarshub · 2 months ago

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2025 NFL Draft: Raiders Trade Up for Shedeur Sanders in Latest Top 10 Mock | News, Scores, Highlights, Stats, and Rumors

1. QB Jaxson Dart, Ole Miss The biggest concern about Jaxson Dart's game happened to be how he'd handle top competition when Ole Miss' quarterback-friendly offense didn't provide an expansive runway. Last week's performance against the Georgia Bulldogs was supposed to be his defining movement. Instead, the 21-year-old signal-caller couldn't hold it together against the Florida Gators. "Dart started the game strong and fast," Parson said, "but his performance dwindled. He struggled to complete passes outside the numbers and down the field. His processing and field progressions were concerning as the coverage became tighter. "His decision-making with the game on the line was particularly troublesome. He threw passes into multi-defender windows, showcasing uncontrollable aggressiveness, leading to two interceptions and losing the game for his team. If things are not easily schemed up/open, Dart has not responded well."

2. Edge Nic Scourton, Texas A&M Texas A&M's Nic Scouton should be a consistent presence on a weekly basis because of his outstanding all-around skill set. That's not always the case, though. "While Texas A&M's heart-breaking loss to the Auburn Tigers didn't fall on Scourton's shoulders, he didn't help the cause," Holder said. "He was a ghost, failing to record a single tackle and didn't get much pressure as a pass-rusher. "The Purdue transfer had the potential to establish himself as the top edge defender in this year's draft class but has been rather pedestrian for the majority of the campaign." 3. CB Will Lee III, Texas A&M In Auburn's four-overtime win over the Aggies, the Tigers eclipsed 300 passing yards. Texas A&M cornerback Will Lee III showed a lot of promise early in the season, but he hasn't been the same player as of late. "Lee's draft stock is on a slight down trend due to inconsistent play and coverage lapses that have been exposed in recent games," Giddings said. "While his size (6'3", 190 lbs) and athleticism are promising, He has struggled with his transitions with off-coverage, often losing ground and giving up leverage to receivers, especially when pressed with speed. "A notable example came in the Auburn game, where he gave up a touchdown early due to these issues, leading to him being limited to under 20 snaps in that contest and none in the second half of that game. "His habit of sitting on routes and struggling to regain leverage has made him vulnerable to bigger plays, and his hand-usage in press coverage has been too aggressive, sometimes resulting in penalties. "Although Lee's physical traits and tackling ability are strong, these coverage inconsistencies and mental lapses are raising questions about his readiness for the NFL, leading to concerns about his development at the next level." 4. OT Kelvin Banks Jr., Texas Josh Simmons' season-ending leg injury opened the door for another prospect to secure the mantle as the 2025 class' OT1. Texas' Kelvin Banks Jr. was the obvious option. He's failed to do so, though. "Banks has maintained a solid level of play over the last couple of weeks but has recurring balance and re-leveraging issues after initially getting overextended that has led to him falling off of a couple of blocks a game against slippery defenders," Thorn said. "These typically occur on angle-drive blocks on the frontside when he has to navigate space before contact and defenders are able to shift prior to contact. This changes the aiming points and Banks doesn't always adjust well to a shifting target causing him to lean and then lose control when defenders sidestep, creating soft edges. This is also something that occurs in pass protection and is one of the primary reasons why many evaluators have mentioned Banks being a best fit at guard at the NFL level. "Banks is executing his job at a fairly high level this year. Upon deeper inspection, these issues remain a concern when projecting to him dealing with NFL defenders." 5. QB Jalen Milroe, Alabama Jalen Milroe's draft stock may be the most volatile of any prospect in recent memory. He looked phenomenal against the Georgia Bulldogs and LSU Tigers. Yet the Crimson Tide QB played poorly against the Tennessee Titans and Oklahoma Sooners. Which version is going to show up at the next level? "Milroe continues to be a roller-coaster ride of quarterback play," Parson said. "Against Oklahoma, he threw three interceptions and zero touchdowns. His explosive running ability was contained, and, without it, he was ineffective in throwing the football from the pocket. "Milroe's 2024 season has been nothing more than a flash of passing ability and inconsistency from the pocket. He has some tremendous traits. But he's a high-risk option." Read More Read the full article

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