#but i thought kepa was short for something

[justisco]

today i decided to google kepa to find out what his name is short for, only to find out it is in fact just kepa

[just-some-random-blogger]

may i request for somewhat of a aemond x wife!reader crackfic? i just cant get the thought of aemond's wife suddenly going "if you really love me, catch me" and she just randomly jumps off a window or cliff or smth, knowing fairly well how sturdy she is and that she'll survive with a few broken bones max. but aemond doesn't know that and so he prince-charming-style-on-a-dragon saves the stupid lump that is the love of his life and goes "i do not appreciate these tests to measure my loyalty and love for you. first the question of whether or not i would love you as a worm. and now this stunt? what's next? make me choose between you or something very absurd?" "now that's an idea."

The Test Of Love

Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Summary: There is a saying that people do crazy things for those they love... Aemond has come to terms with the fact you're simply crazy.

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: fem!reader, wife!reader, mom!reader, exasperated!aemond, 'dear gods its genetic' -aemond, crackfic, fluff, typos, etc."

A/N: THIS IS SO SPECIAL BECAUSE THIS IS MY FIRST AEMOND REQ HIHIHHHIHIHI HI NONNIE TYSM FOR THIS I HOPE YOU LIKE IT NONNIE MERRY CHRISTMAS ps i didnt name the child cos it seemed like too much responsibility nvm i felt bad for keeping him nameless also i used a translator for the high valyrian dont come for me if its wrong i like to imagine this gif is the moment aemond realized his wife is crazy and he's like 'aw shit' HAHAHHA Tagging: @pinksirensong @deniixlovezelda

"Kepa, kepa!" a small voice calls, alerting Aemond, who had been in his study, going through some papers.

Aemond turns to the little boy, eye roving over his wide violet eyes and short, stubby legs, deciding in that moment, he was not injured or harmed.

"What is it, my love?" Aemond asks in High Valyrian. He straightens from his seat, lips curving into a soft smile as his son makes it to his side.

Aemond brings him to his lap. He brushes Aurion's hair back with one hand while the other is secured around the side of his soft belly.

"Mother is-"

The sound of his father humming cuts Aurion off. Aemond's brow quirks as he looks at his child.

Aurion sighs, placing his tiny hand on his tiny face, correcting himself, "muña."

"Kessa, muña," Aemond nods in confirmation, continuing in High Valyrian, "very good, my boy. What about mother? Is she calling for me?"

"Muña ivestretan nyke..." the boy starts as he racks his head, thinking of the next words to say.

Aemond hums, translating his Aurion's words, word per word, "mother told you..."

"Naejot ivestragon ao..."

"To tell you," Aemond trails off.

"...bona ziry's jumping hen se jimy."

"..."

Aurion turns to his father, watching his kepa's eye widen at the information he relayed. Aurion blows air out of his lips, making buzzing sounds as he shifts in his father's lap.

Aemond is tense as his Aurion places his clammy hands on his father's cheeks.

"Say that again, boy," Aemond knits his brows.

"Muña--"

"In common tongue."

Aurion stands on his father's lap, stroking his kepa's long hair as he mumbled, "she said she was going to jump out the window, papa."

Aemond grabs his son's hand, making the child draw his eyes upon his father's worried one.

Aurion is indifferent as he continues, "she told me you were going to catch her before she f-"

A loud fit of laughs rip through the room when Aemond grabs Aurion and practically teleports outside, exactly where their bedroom window would be.

He didn't need to see to know you were there, as there were a bunch of worried servants outside, looking up with worried faced, making him worry ever more.

Aemond does not miss how one of them says, 'thank the gods the prince is here.'

Aemond drops his giggling son as he cranes his neck up.

I break into a wide smile and look over my shoulder when I hear my name being barked out, "hello, my love!"

Aemond's breath is extremely taxed as he walks beneath the ledge I was standing on, "GET INSIDE RIGHT NOW!"

I roll my eyes, not even turning to the open window as I opted to hammer on the stone wall before me. It was a bit difficult, seeing as my breast was pressed against the surface, as I did not have much room to walk on. Still, I pressed on so I could hang the twig figure my son made in a place it would get the attention it deserved, "I'm busy."

Aemond clenches his jaw, arms going out to the side in fear, ready to catch, if ever his extremely poor in decision making wife falls.

Aemond calls my name out again, more worried, less threatening.

I release a sigh and hang my child's creation on the nail, "Aurion, what did you tell your father? He's worried sick."

"That you were going to jump," the princeling plainly, making the servants around him exclaim in worry and horror.

I furrow my brows and snap my head Aurion, "that's not what-"

Alas, I do not get to finish, as my quick movements make my feet slip. I helplessly descend from the height. I grip the hammer tightly, not wanting it to crash on my husband's head.

With a huff and a heave, I find myself in Aemond's arms, Aemond, who is incredibly relieved and livid all at once.

"Hello, my lo-"

"You told him you were going to jump?!" Aemond quips, eye narrowing.

I raise a brow, throwing my arm around his shoulders, discarding the hammer off to the side with a loud thud, "I did not. I told him that if I fell, you would catch me."

Aemond's nostrils flair as he turns to look at his son, barking out his name impatiently, "what is the meaning of this?!"

Aurion shrugs, "I wanted to see mama jump."

Aemond eye twitches.

I scold him for this, but Aurion is all but affected by it. I turn to my husband and snort, kissing him quickly on the lips before jumping out of his arm. Aemond is frozen in his spot.

I beckon my son over. When he does, I point a finger at him, "what did I tell you about distorting the truth?"

Aurion sucks in his lips as he rolls back and forth on his heels. He avoids the question by saying, "you jumped anyway!"

"She did not jump, she fell," Aemond quips, stern expression moving from Aurion to me.

I knit my brows at him, "I chose to fall, because I knew you would catch me."

Aemond feels his false eye rattle in skull as he words darkly, "chose?"

"Oh, please," I roll my eyes, "I used to jump down from trees much higher than this as a child, Aemond."

"Mmm, right!" Aemond says tightly, "and you landed on a field of grass, not cold, hard, concrete!"

I shake my head at his words, "what does it matter? All this proves is that I was right."

"Right with madness?!" Aemond raises a hand, "right with what?!"

"That you would save me no matter what." I raise my chin when I say this.

Aemond is practically vibrating in anger, his stomach wound tightly with worry. It all evaporates when a hand goes to his face.

I smile at Aemond, rubbing the scar on his cheek.

He sighs, utterly defeated. He opts to lean into the affectionate touch.

I utter causally, "this reminds me of the time I jumped off Vhagar."

"YOU JUMPED OFF VHAGAR," Aurion exclaims with excitement and wonder

Aemond grabs my wrist as he pulls away, "I still have nightmares of it."

"Oh, please, you told me it was okay for me to do it."

"I DIDN'T ACTUALLY THINK YOU'D DO IT!"

I huff, pulling my hand away, "that was your mistake."

"I WANT TO JUMP OFF VHAGAR!" Aurion calls, jumping up and down.

"NO!" Aemond barks, pointing a finger between the two of us, "no one will ever jump off anything ever again!"

Aemond grunts where I laugh when Aurion dashes over to him. The boy crashes against his leg; the man reels back slightly. I snort when my husband looks away, knowing he was not strong enough to behold the puppy dog eyes that was surely being thrown at him.

"Pleaaaassseeee, kepa!" Aurion whines, "I'll promise I'll study High Valyrian even harder!"

Aemond scoffs, then peers down, eye narrowed, "say that in High Valyrian then."

Aurion scrunches his face in thought. He begins to turn a shade of scarlet. He slams his head onto his papa's thigh, "no fair..."

Aemond huffs, crouching down, gathering the boy into his arms, "I will not hear of this nonsense again, child."

"Kepaaaaaaa!"

"Enough," Aemond dismisses, turning to me. He reaches his hand out and I gladly take it. He sighs as he pulls me close, placing a kiss on my temple. When I lean into him, he shuts his eye and mutters, "kepa will not know what to do if anything ever happens to you and muña."

Our son makes a sound in protest, "but you will catch me if I fall, just like mama!"

I smile at the sentiment, reaching out to my child's cheek.

Aemond turns to his son, leaning his forehead onto his, "do me a favor and not follow into your mama's footsteps."

I snort, pulling away from Aemond.

"But mama's fun!" the boy pouts, "you're not."

Aemond presses his lips into a line.

I break into a fit of giggles, stopping in my tracks to bend over in amusement. Aemond is snorts and swiftly grabs me, cutting my laughter off. I am, without warning, manhandled over his shoulder. I shriek when my stomach is folds over him. I grab onto his back without much else left to do.

Hearing my sons giggles makes chuckles find their way out of my lips again.

"Spank your muña's bottom," Aemond commands. My son does not hesitate.

"Aemond!"

"You have been naughty," he quips, beginning to walk off, "and deserve every bit of punishment I will inflict on you tonight."

I am silenced by his words.

"Papa no!" Aurion exclaims, "mama's a good girl."

I bite my lips at the defense of my child.

"Mmm," Aemond hums, "we'll see about that."

[writingsofwesteros]

Request 😔

AU where innocent Aegon and twin!reader get married and they had their bedding ceremony with witnesses (the small counsil, Daemon and Rhaenyra). The do it so bad that their sister and uncle feel sorry for them and the next day they wanted to teach the twins how to feel pleasure.

AN: Hi, I hope you like it x

NSFW

A soft shiver ran down your spine as the milk bath surrounding you became colder; it was the only thing that made you realise time had passed. The pains in your muscles from the night before had slowly left you now, much to your relief. Goosebumps fluttered on your soft skin with those sweet looking breasts coming into view as you moved to sit.

“Sister…” A soft gasp escaped you as your eyes flashed to the door. A soft gulp came over you at the sight of Aegon. The memories of the night before coming to mind as a soft, sweet blush moved over your cheeks. “Aeg..what..is something wrong?” The words stuttered from you as slowly you dipped further in the water for cover. 

For a moment you wondered if the drink had got the better of him once more, just as last night after the disastrous bedding. A scoff escaped the Prince at your question, which only had you ducking your head shyly. Gods, he always said the wrong thing, Aegon thought to himself as he stepped closer. His mind raced before he clasped his hands behind his back.

“I…grandfather…he said we needed to try again.” The words fell from the Prince as he nervously played with his ringed ringers. The golden scales of one of them glittering in the candle light. “Try again?” The confusion washed over you as those eyes of yours finally locked with his own. Aegon only grew more frustrated. 

Instead of the usual biting tongue, the Prince only shook his head and turned away. Those soft, short locks of his allow him to hide, if only for a moment. “Oh…” You sweetly hummed; ducking your own head as you fought to collect yourself. Your heart was once again in your ears as you so gracefully moved to stand.

Aegon fought against staring but there was no pretending he was a gentleman as he finally turned his head. “Hmm, look what we have here.” A soft gasp escaped you at a new voice entering the chambers. Those doe eyes of yours widening at the sight of your sister. “Nyra…” You softly began to play with your fingers as shivers ran down your spine.

“Kepa….” The word fell from your lips before you realised who stood next to the Princess. Fuck, the sound of your voice went straight to his already hard cock that strained against his own breeches. Still, one look from Rhaenyra had him keeping those thoughts at bay. “Princess…” Daemon practically purred his greeting.

A soft gulp escaped the both of you as you turned to look towards Aegon whose shock matched your own. It was easy to see the slight flush against his cheeks whilst you fought to control your own reactions. “I – what are you doing here?” You sweetly began to play with your fingers; forgetting about the bare state you are in.

Daemon’s eyes only darkened as he feasted on you. His hunger was just simmering just under the surface just as it had done the previous night. “Shh, nothing to fear, sweet bird..” Rhaenyra hummed in hardly concealed delight as she gracefully stepped closer. Your soft, slender arms wrapped around your bare body as if that could hide you from their view.

Those bright eyes of hers had you under her spell; you hardly realised the movement from the side of you as the rogue prince stepped forward. His hand reached for Aegon’s hip who gasped out before he could stop himself. “Oh, we are going to have so much fun.” Daemon purred his promises and before those pretty lips of yours parted; Rhaenyra’s own captured you.       

“Nyra….” The childhood nickname fell from your soft, plump lips whilst the Princess only chuckled against you. The back of your legs were soon hitting the soft bed as your face only sweetly screwed up in confusion some more. Rhaenyra only ignored you as her more rough and experienced hands began to travel south.

A sharp gasp escaped you as Rhaenyra’s hand cupped your sweet, ample breast. “Yo—you can’t..” The words stumbled from your lips. “You do not want this, hmm? I can show you a more pleasant way.” The Princess whispered sweet nothings whilst keeping you impossibly close. “More pleasant than before..” Rhaenyra continued. 

“You want to give her pleasure, don’t you?” Daemon whispered into the Prince’s ear as Aegon only shook. His wide eyes catching yours whilst a pink blush came over both of your cheeks. “More than you have done?” The rogue Prince continued his taunting. Aegon only blushed some more as your eyes caught him again.

“Hmm, I wonder if he can.” Rhaenyra hummed; enjoying the flicker of humiliation that Aegon was enjoying a little too much. Her soft hands moved over your bare, sweet body before your ample breasts were captured by her hands. Her thumb brushed over your pebbled nipple as Rhaenyra giggled into your ear and all you could do was blush and whine.

Daemon’s dark chuckles soon entered the room as you watched with those wide eyes of yours as the rogue Prince nipped at Aegon’s neck. “Oh, she is soaked.” Rhaenyra purred in your ear whilst speaking as if you were not in the room. Daemon’s smirk only widened as Aegon’s eyes were locked on your glistening pussy.

“Kneel…” Rhaenyra ordered and in your daze; you thought to yourself before Aegon slowly moved to his knees without taking his eyes from you. Those soft, slender fingers of Rhaenyra slowly brushed over your soaked lips. Her nails moved over your sensitive clit as your wetness flowed with ease. The Princess giggled in your as her free hand cupped your face.

A soft gasp escaped you when those soft lips of hers found your own. Her tongue easily brushed against yours as you drooled. Your eyes began to droop as the kiss only grew in passion and for a moment, you forgot everything. Rhaenyra’s hand gently moved into your bright locks and brought you impossibly closer. 

Those doll-like eyes of yours flashed open at the feel of a hot mouth against your creamy, soaked pussy. “Do you like that?” Rhaenyra taunted you; nose brushing against your own as your eyes widened once more. It took you a moment to collect yourself as the sound of your heart pounded in your ears before you finally looked down.

Those bright eyes of Aegon locked onto you with hunger that had a shiver running down your spine. He only moaned; the vibrations causing you to shake and whine as Rhaenyra kept you exposed and unable to escape. Your eyes trailed up; noting the hand Daemon had on Aegon’s head as he forced him down on you.

Aegon’s nose was pressed against you as he hungrily sucked on your clit. “Poor things.” Daemon purred in his dark voice. “Fuck,” Daemon grunted as he watched you drool and listened to the mewls of pleasure escaping you. “I think she wants something to suck.” Rhaenyra hummed in amusement whilst you shook in her hold; head shaking and eyes so wide.

“Lie down, boy.” Daemon ordered; his hand releasing from Aegon’s locks as you whined in disappointment before blushing as you realised what you just did. Silently, Aegon moved into the position his uncle ordered. “Help her.” Daemon hummed as his own hands slowly moved to his breeches and it was then you saw the hardened cock of his pressing against the material.

Your wetness dripped down your inner thigh as you gulped; Rhaenyra’s giggling only had you blushing more. “Hmm, not bad..” Daemon taunted at the sight of Aegon’s own length as the rogue prince reached down and wrapped his hand around his nephew’s cock. His mushroom head was already leaking, “Lower her.” Daemon continued.

“No–no, please….” You began to beg, which only had Daemon’s cock twitching as well as Aegon’s in his hand as Rhaenyra only moved you into place. “Be a good girl now.” She whispered into your ear as your body was slowly lowered. A sharp gasp escaped you as Daemon’s rougher fingers moved through your lips and spread you apart.

All of their eyes watched as Aegon’s cock pushed slowly inside; your lips spreading apart as you took him much easier than the night before. Your wetness had soaked his length as your eyes rolled. Rhaenyra’s touches still guided you as you whined. Your hand reached for your stomach as you sat on him; his cock bottoming. 

Daemon only smirked as your delicate hands rested on Aegon’s chest. Those soft, ample breasts of yours swaying as the rogue prince ordered, “Bounce now, little kitten.” He purred and you looked up at him before slowly complying. The sound of your bodies slapping against each other echoed in the royal chambers. 

Daemon’s hands slowly moved over your body now; roughly palming your bouncing breasts as you whined. “Open your mouth.” A blush moved over your body with ease as his smirk only widened. Your creamy pussy clamped down on Aegon’s cock when Daemon’s own length came into view. He was so much bigger…so thick. 

“Oh, you are such a little whore.” Daemon cruelly purred and before you could argue; Rhaenyra’s hand was in your locks again and forcing you down on his drooling length. Your gagging was music to their ears as Aegon only grew in arousal. Rhaenyra’s soft fingers swiped against your sensitive clit again and again. 

Daemon’s hands took Rhaenyra’s place as he pushed you down to his stomach. Your hands reached for him; fighting but the pleasure was too much. Your mind was softening as the rogue Prince began to rock his hips. Rhaenyra’s fingers were quickening as Aegon was left to feel the pleasure of your spasming pussy. 

“I wonder if you are man enough to breed her.” Daemon purred; his smirk still in pleasure even as his own pleasure began to move through his body. Rhaenyra laughed as she captured your clit between her knuckles and watched as you lost control. Your orgasm ripped through you as Daemon pulled you from his cock to listen to the cries escaping you.

There was no rest for you; his cock was soon pushing deep in your hot mouth once more as a ring of cream formed around Aegon’s cock. “Oh, poor thing…let me help you.” Rhaenyra cooed; her hands stroking your sides once more as she began to move you up and down Aegon’s cock as he began to grunt.

The obscene, wet noises that had not been there the night before only had you blushing some more as you stared up at Daemon as if he was a God. He could get used to that, he thought to himself whilst fucking your face. Your tongue licked at his twitching length as your eyes rolled back. It was all too much and the desire to ruin you was in their minds.

You moaned and the struggle you had began to fall away as your soft hands grabbed at Daemon’s bare arse. A cry of yours was muffled as Aegon’s fat, mushroom head bullied your soft spot. It seemed Rhaenyra had helped his movements before she leaned in. Her tongue was soon giving kitten licks to your clit.

“Good girl..that’s it.” Daemon purred whilst moving your head up and down. Your drool coating him with ease as your body shook. Aegon’s arms wrapped around you as his orgasm ripped through him. His cum rushed in before spilling down his length. Daemon chuckled, “You will learn to last longer.” His taunts are ever continuing.

[bloodynereid]

Hi I just read little dragon, and I was just wondering if maybe this could become a mini series, or maybe have a part two. I just thought it was so cute and thought it would be nice to read more about Rhaenyra’s and Daemon’s daughter growing up with maybe some scenarios about her parents worrying after something serious happens but yk all fluffy 😅.

Anyway I hope you’re having a good day/night. 💖

Zaldrītsos - Little Dragon Part 2

pairing: sickly fem! sister reader x platonic! velaryon/targaryen family

a/n: hiii ty for your request! honestly i didn't think i would be writing up a part 2 but ur request prompted me to. so i think it keeps very similar to the request but i did add the bit about her claiming cannibal because of a comment on part 1. sry that this is so short but i felt it ended naturally where it did. anyways hope you enjoy <3

tw: dragons, daemon might be occ, talks about illness, talk about fainting, not really angst but there is fluff, worried parents (most rhaenyra in this one)

description: the weakest claims the greatest.

It was your 12th name day celebration and so your parents decided to allow you to go on a walk through the island, accompanied by your father of course. Even if you had lived on Dragonstone your entire life you had barely been out of the main castle’s wall. All because of the stupid condition that you had been afflicted with. 

You had constantly grappled on why the gods would give a dragon such a weakness but your father just said it was to keep you close to them, which you personally thought was ridiculous.

As of now you were walking across the fields and balancing on the random rock formations when you felt it. A pull towards one of the caves. You carefully checked on where your father was sitting and he seemed to have dozed off as the pages of his book fluttered. A giddy feeling encased you as you made your way to the cave and took a step in. There lay the most magnificent and dangerous of dragons. One that had never been claimed.

Cannibal.

You took a few more steps and it seemed as if your movement alerted the great dragon of your presence since his eyes peeled open and looked at you with an ingrained viciousness but then it turned to something softer. Something familiar.

“Rytsas zaldrīzes. Iksan kesīr naejot letagon nykēla naejot ao.” Hello dragon. I am here to tie myself to you.

He answered back with a resounding huff and moved his head so it bumped against your hand. His warm breath tickled your skin as you stroked his snout. Then you heard your father’s voice echoing outside of the cave.

“Y/N! Y/N! Where are you? If you do not come out this instant I’m feeding you to Caraxes.” At hearing your father’s words Cannibal stiffens and a deep grumble comes from deep within his body.

“I am in here, father!” You shouted out of the cave’s entrance and moments later your father burst through the same entrance but suddenly stopped short when he realized his daughter was comfortably coiled against one of the most threatening dragons in the world.

“Ziry vestragon emā iā aōha zaldrīzes sir?” It seems like you have a dragon now? Cannibal only growled at him and nestled you closer to him, making you laugh at his overprotectiveness. You hadn’t even flown with him yet but you had already established a deep bond.

“Ziry iksos mērī ñuha kepa, ȳdra daor sagon nūmāzma.” It’s only my father, don’t be mean. Then you turned back to Daemon and gave him an innocent smile. “Mirre īlon jorrāelagon naejot gaomagon iksis sōvegon.” All we need to do is fly.

“Sȳrje, yn sagon ȳgha.  Nyke ȳdra daor gīmigon skorkydoso kesan deal lēda aōha muña lo ao mōris bē morghe.” Very well, but be safe. I don't know how I will deal with your mother if you end up dead.

“Kirimvose, Avy jorrāelan.” Thank you, I love you. You carefully climbed onto your dragon’s back and ascended into the skies. You finally felt like you understood what the Targaryens stood for. You felt the strength of the ancestors pouring into you as you climbed into the heavens with Cannibal.

“You let her WHAT?!” Rhaenyra was standing in her shared bedroom, pacing as she watched the large black dragon that was carrying her precious child through the skies.

“Well you know how long she has been waiting to have a dragon of her own. I couldn’t say no.” Daemon said as he sat on one of the arm chairs watching his wife anxiously walk next to the window.

“Do you even know how dangerous it is for her?”

“Of course but we are Targaryens. We are born of fire and ride the greatest beasts in the world.”

“She could have a nosebleed and faint! And then fall off and die!”

“She’s safe.”

“How do you know? Does Cannibal even have a saddle?”

“Well… no.”

“You know what… I’ll deal with you later. She just landed.”

“See! She’s fi-” 

“Sagon lyka!” Be quiet. Rhaenyra rushed out of her bedroom and ran through all the corridors in such a haste that the servants looked at her strangely. She finally made her way right outside Dragonstone’s gates and was relieved to see Y/N jump down from Cannibal and give him a little pat on his wing.

“Hello mother.” You said cheerily as you walked over to where your unusually distressed mother stood outside of the gates. She quickly enveloped you in a hug and gave you a kiss on the crown of your forehead.

“Never ever do that again. Understand?”

“I’m sorry for worrying you but father said it was alright and-”

“I’ll deal with your father later, for now why don’t we go have some lemon cakes and you can tell me all about your ride.”

“That sounds wonderful. Thank you mother.” “Avy jorrāelan, ñuha dōna.” I love you, my sweet.

i miss writing for hotd might do it more often now.

[mountttmase]

A Mountain To Climb - Chapter Eleven

Note - this was my favourite chapter to write so I hope you love it 🥰 I’d love to know you thoughts so please do let me know and thank you all so much for all your support on this series it’s honestly blown my mind 🩷

Pairing - Mason Mount x Reader

Word count - 4.6k

Warnings - series will contain fluff, smut & angst

Masterlist

You were on the hunt for a specific lip liner and you were pretty sure you knew where it was. The bag Mason had dropped off all those weeks ago still sat by your door as you were unable to bring yourself to unpack it. You were meeting Sophia for a quick coffee as you’d taken Thursday and Friday off of work so you could treat yourself to a long weekend and she’d been messaging you about meeting up all week as she was going back to Germany for a few days.

In the end you told yourself to get over it, taking the bag into your room and unpacking it quickly as your makeup bag was on the bottom. You were almost there when your hand grabbed a plastic package and you took it out with a confused expression on your face. Your name was printed in the front with nothing else so you ripped into it quickly, curiosity getting the better of you as you couldn’t face going out and not knowing what it was.

You knew exactly what it was before you’d even got it out of the bag, the blue colour familiar to you instantly and you let out a small laugh as you held it up to reveal Masons name and number on the back of the Chelsea shirt he’d promised you. A small piece of paper was attached to the front by some tape and you carefully removed it before reading it.

Sorry it’s late, I tried getting you one with Kepa’s name on the back but was told it’s impossible so you’ll unfortunately have to put up with mine. I can’t wait to see you wear it next time you’re at the Bridge.

Lots of love

Mason xxx

You let out a short sharp breath after you’d finished reading before reading it again and then a third time. He’d clearly snuck this in the night you went to Bens and your eyes stung when you held it up again.

‘Stop crying’ you whispered to yourself with a laugh, placing the shirt down on your bed before hunting for the thing you went into your bag for in the first place. You knew you’d be late now but you rushed as quickly as you could to meet Sophia. You found her inside her favourite cafe with a small suitcase next to her and you quickly ordered before joining her.

She thankfully kept the conversation Mason free and even though you’d never discussed it with her you gathered she knew something had happed as her and Kai told each other everything and the more she avoided the topic the more you wanted to talk about him until you finally cave and asked.

‘If you don’t know then it’s fine, but do you know how Mason is?’ You asked quietly and she gave you a small smile to let you know it was okay. ‘I’ve tried to not look into anything but I just wanted to check he’s doing alright’

‘Honestly? He not been fantastic. I haven’t really heard from him but Kai said he seemed a bit brighter yesterday. In fact a loads of them are having a boys night tonight so I’m kinda glad I’ll be out of the country so I won’t have to deal with Kai’ she laughed as she rolled her eyes before her phone started ringing. It turned out to be the taxi she’d ordered for the airport and after a quick goodbye she was gone.

Rather than head straight home, you went to the park nearby and sat with your thoughts for the first time in a long time. You knew you wanted to speak to Mason but you had no idea how to go about it. In the end you pulled out your phone and typed up a message for him but you couldn’t seem to get the words right. Finally giving up and going home after about half an hour of trying.

Friday morning you’d set aside for a lie in. You didn’t get them very often but you’d been looking forward to it for weeks. Waking up on your own without the sound of your alarm felt like heaven and when you checked to see the time it was coming up to half nine which made you smile.

The five missed calls and a few texts from an unknown number made you curious though and you quickly read over the texts to see what was happening.

Your heart sunk as you read over what Ben had said, an uncomfortable churning in your tummy at the thought of him wanting you around in his drunken state and you just wanted to wrap him up and tell him he’s alright. You contemplated calling Ben but you knew you’d probably talk yourself out of it so you sent him a quick text and got yourself ready to go as fast as you could.

It was just over an hour later when you text Ben to let him know you were outside and he was soon pulling the door open, giving you a small smile at the sight of you.

‘Thank you for coming’ he whispered, holding the door open for you and you were shocked at the scene in front of you. Cups and rubbish strewn across the floor, different bits of furniture moved about and the whole place just felt like a giant mess. ‘Don’t worry about all this, Masons gonna call a cleaner when he gets up’ he told you and you gave him a curious look. ‘You can go wake him up if you want’

‘It’s fine I’ll wait. You can head off Ben, thanks for getting a hold of me’

‘It’s fine. Thanks for being here, I know he’ll appreciate it’ he nodded before he was out the door.

You couldn’t face sitting here in all this junk so you made your way to his kitchen and rummaged around to find some bin bags so you could make a start on tidying up. Once the hallway was put to rights you made a start on the living room and soon enough you were five bags deep and at the end of the roll. Figuring he must have some more in the cupboard you stood on a chair to so you could look higher up but they were just out of reach still, casing you to reach up onto you tiptoes and just as you placed a finger on them you lost your balance and tumbled to the floor, landing awkwardly on your wrist as you yelped out in pain.

‘Shit shit shit’ you whispered and ten seconds after you heard someone running down the stairs. You didn’t have time to think about seeing Mason properly for the first time in a month before he was standing in his kitchen doorway, dressed only in his boxers as he tried to fathom what was going on in-front of him.

‘Y/n? What are you doing here? Are you alright, what happened?’

‘I was trying to clean up’ you told him as he crouched down next to you. ‘I couldn’t reach the bags and I fell off the chair’

‘Are you hurt?’

‘My wrist is a bit’ you whispered as he placed your good arm around his shoulder and scooped you up before carrying you to his sofa. ‘I said my wrist, Mason. That doesn’t stop me from walking’ you squealed but he didn’t listen to you, just carefully placed you on the seat before running back off to the kitchen.

He came back moments later with a bag of frozen peas that he’d wrapped in a towel and after placing a cushion on your lap he popped your wrist onto it gently before laying the peas on top.

‘Just keep this here a sec yeah? I won’t be long’ he told you before going upstairs. You laid you head back and shut your eyes, taking some deep breaths as the pain eased ever so slightly. You were so in your own head you didn’t realise he was back until he was sitting next to you, now dressed in shorts and a hoodie as he placed some bandages on the coffee table. ‘Can I see?’ he whispered and you nodded as he gently removed the bag away from your hand.

Your wrist was a little swollen but you could wriggle your fingers without any pain which seemed to satisfy him but he insisted on wrapping it up for you, gently apologising every time you hissed or yelped in pain.

‘Are you sure nothing else hurts?’ He asked, securing the bandage at the end but you could only nod your head as you knew your voice would wobble. Once he was happy with his handy work he placed your hand back onto the cushion and looked up into your eyes. You knew they were glassy and he’d be able to read you straight away so you moved towards him and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him into a hug you knew the pair of you so desperately needed.

He was shocked at first, but it didn’t take long for him to pull you closer and slot his head into your neck. The pair of you didn’t utter a word to each other as you sat there in a tight embrace, your good hand reaching up into his hair so you could scratch over his scalp lightly and you felt him melt into you even more. The only noise in the room was the sound of each others breathing until you built up the courage to pull back and look at him, his own eyes now full of tears making your heart break even more. You took a big gulp before speaking, your voice quite and wobbly.

‘I think we should talk’ you whispered and he nodded sadly. ‘There’s some stuff I need to tell you that I want you to know. You know I said It’ll explain a lot’ you you him with a little laugh and he gave you a sad smile.

‘Only if you’re sure’

‘I’m sure’ you told him and he shuffled down on the seat, placing a cushion down flat so it looked like a pillow.

‘Will you lay down with me? My heads thumping’ He told you nervously and you gave him a small smile before nodding. The pair of you laid down with your heads on the cushion, your hands automatically resting on his chest and as much as he tried to hide a smile, you could tell he was happy that you’d initiated some physical contact and he tentatively placed his arm around you waist. Even though you had a sweatshirt on you could feel him lightly tracing shapes on your back which settled you instantly. You wanted to tell him you missed him but you were trying to hold it together so you could talk to him.

‘I only ever speak to Freya about this stuff, I’ve never really got it all out in one go’ you muttered, warning him just in case you muddled your words but you could tell by his eyes that you were in safe hands.

‘It’s okay. Just take your time and if you don’t wanna tell me then you don’t have to’ he whispered and it took everything inside of you not to lean over and kiss him.

‘Do you remember that day we went for a walk?’

‘The day where you wore a red jumper and I accidentally insulted you?’ He joked and you let out a little laugh.

‘That’s the one’ you chuckled ‘you told me about your family and stuff and I felt so embarrassed about mine that I lied. My life was nothing like yours growing up’

‘That’s okay, I never want you to feel embarrassed about anything like that. I know not everyone grew up like I did’ he reassured you and you gave him a thankful smile before your hand moved up to his jaw, stroking over his stubble lightly out of habit and you watched him give you and adoring look. Even though you were comfortable as you were, you didn’t feel close enough to him so you shuffled forward, tangling your legs in between his as if the touch if his body on yours would give you the courage to speak.

‘Well it was just the three of us growing up. I never had any siblings or loads of extended family like it was literally just my parents and me. That’s all I ever knew. Then, when I was 12 I came home from school one day and my dad was gone. I didn’t think anything of it at first cause he was always the last one in but when it got to bed time and he still wasn’t there I asked what was going on and my mum told me he didn’t live with us anymore. She didn’t tell me why for a while but in the end I found out he’d been having an affair and he left us to start a new life with his other family’ you told him calmly and you felt him sigh next to you.

‘I’m so sorry, that sounds awful’ he whispered and you gave him a sad smile.

‘Yeah it wasn’t great, when you’re that old stuff like that sticks you know? Things were never the same after that. My mum didn’t help, I think I reminded her too much of him and she didn’t like being around me that much’

‘Well that’s her loss’ he mumbled before placing a quick kiss on your forehead which made you shiver.

‘Then, when I was 14 I got my first boyfriend. His name was Max and he was a boy in my class I’d had a crush on for ages. We were together all the time and I think it really pissed Freya and Maddie off at first’

‘Who’s Maddie?’ He asked, his brows furrowing in confusion.

‘My other best friend’

‘I didn’t know you had another one’

‘You’ll find out why’ you laughed and this time he laughed along with you. ‘Me and Max we’re together for seven years in total, his family was basically like mine and when I turned 17 they let me move in for a while so we could save up and get our own place. We had all these plans for our future…’ you trailed off and he pulled you in even tighter is that was possible.

‘Y/n please don’t get upset, you don’t have to do this’

‘No I’m fine. Honestly’ you told him, and with one final deep breath you finished your story. ‘It was my birthday and we’d all gone out to this club in London, I came out from the loo and could hear Millie giggling from behind the door that lead outside. I was curious so I followed the sound thinking I could tease her about whoever she was with but that’s when I heard Max’s voice. She was asking when he was gonna finally break up with me so they could be together properly and he told her soon. I didn’t give him the chance and ended it there and then. Turns out it had been going on for a year and I haven’t spoken to the two of them since’

‘Come here’ he whispered, and you didn’t realise you were crying until your head hit his neck and you felt the warm tears press onto your skin. The arm that you were laying on reached up so he could stroke your head whilst his other hand traveled under your top, stroking the bare skin of your back as he tried to offer you some comfort. ‘That sucks y/n I’m so fucking sorry’ he whispered into your hair and you nodded into his neck before pulling back ever so slightly.

‘I know it’s not an excuse, but when stuff like that happens to you twice you start to think it was your fault. Like everything I touch I seem to ruin’

‘None of that was your fault. People are shit sometimes and I’m so sorry that’s happened to you but please don’t blame yourself’

‘It’s why I didn’t want to let anyone else in, I didn’t want to feel like that again’ you hiccuped as he stroked up and down your back gently.

‘I know sweetheart’ he whispered, kissing your forehead and you felt yourself relax at his touch again. ‘I get it okay. I really do. Thank you for telling me’

‘Feels kinda nice to get it off my chest’ you whispered, already feeling lighter about not having to hide any part of yourself from him anymore and he smiled at you warmly. ‘I’m not done yet though’

‘Oh?’

‘That day you came over with my bag, and I shouted at you? Well I was on the phone to Freya when you knocked. She called me to ask if I was okay since she’d figured I’d seen something’

‘Seen what?’ He asked, his face scrunched up with confusion and all you wanted was to kiss his worry lines away.

‘Max and Millie got engaged. I saw it on instagram just before I answered the door’ you told him and you felt him sigh under your fingers. ‘I was so angry. Angry at them, angry about what I’d done to you and I just lost it. I know it’s not right but-‘

‘You don’t have to explain, y/n. I completely get it. I should of knocked a bit earlier I was standing outside your door for about ten minutes, I’m surprised no one complained about me’ he laughed and you couldn’t help but laugh along with him.

‘I’m not angry about it anymore. Why should I be? They both did a horrible thing and they’re welcome to each other. I guess I’m just annoyed they got their happy ending and I haven’t got mine’ you told him and he was smiling at you almost softly. ‘But I am sorry for what I did to you, and I’m sorry for the way I spoke to you at my house. You didn’t deserve any of that and you were right. Just because they were shit to me doesn’t mean I get to do it to you. I really am so sorry Mase’

‘I mean I shouted at you too’ he admitted and you watched the guilt wash over his face. ‘Im really sorry, I can’t believe I said all that’

‘I understand. I know I’m frustrating and I was awful to you. I only said all that stuff cause I knew it would hurt you and then maybe you could move on from me. I don’t want you to just brush it away like it’s fine cause I know it’s not’

‘I’m not, I just don’t want you to beat yourself up about it. I know you’ve felt bad about things but I’ve been feeling pretty awful about what I said too. We can’t change it but I’d love it if we could move on from it’

‘Yeah? I’d really like that’ you smiled and he gave you a sad smile back.

‘I’m sorry you saw me the other night and thought I was on a date too. I’ve been a bit of a grump for weeks and Bens sister was in town so a few of us went out but I get how you got to that conclusion and it wasn’t nice to see but I’d never do that to you’

‘I know’ you smiled, caressing his cheek to let it know everything was fine and by the way he settled into your touch he looked like he believed it.

‘I didn’t mean any of it at all, I just thought we were finally there you know? That i’d worn you down’ he laughed.

‘That we’d finally climbed the mountain?’ You whispered and he looked at you in confusion . ‘That day after Bens when we came back here and I napped on your sofa? I heard you on the phone saying you felt like you had a mountain to climb with me’ you told him with a smile and he laughed as he tried to hide his face.

‘I mean yeah, It did feel a bit like that. It knew it was going to be hard work, and I needed to be patient and keep going but once I got to the top I knew the view would be worth it and I’d get to see things that no one else would see’ he whispered and your whole body erupted in goosebumps at his sweet words

‘And how’s it looking from up there’ you joked as he tickled your back lightly.

‘Beautiful. So fucking beautiful you have no idea’ he breathed, his eyes flickering all over your face and you felt your chest grow warm as he looked at you with loving eyes.

‘I think I might’ you whispered, as the tears that were threatening to fall overflowed from your eyes and before you knew it your lips were on his.

You were both needy for each other, but you kept your kisses soft, knowing full well you’d have ample time to make up for the lost weeks. His tongue invaded your mouth almost instantly as it brushed up against your own and you could feel his heart hammering in his chest under your fingertips which made you smile knowing he was just as nervous as you.

You’d never had a kiss like this before and when he eventually pulled away the pair of you laid there out of breath and looking at each other full of shock.

‘Can I just check? You did come here to tell me that you want this right? Cause if you’re about to end everything after you just kissed me like that then I will go absolutely crazy’ he told you and you burst out laughing at his serious face.

‘I want this, I promise. I’m not gonna lie and say it’ll all be easy from here like I know I’ve still got stuff to work on but I don’t wanna do it on my own anymore. I like you, a lot more than I’ve ever really liked anyone and I just really don’t wanna loose you’

‘You’ve got me’ he whispered, a tiny smile flickering over his face to match yours. ‘You’ve had me from the second I walked out of my hotel room and found you outside’ he laughed and you cringed at the memory. ‘I thought you were a deranged fan at first’

‘Who says I wasn’t? Maybe this whole thing was just a ploy to make you mine’ you laughed and he tickled your back gently as you both laughed.

‘Well I’ll happily be yours’ he whispered and you felt your heart thud in your chest as he looked at you. ‘I want us to stick together and work through this, yeah? That doesn’t mean we have to put labels on anything just yet but I want you to know I’m here for you and when you’re ready to take the next step I’ll be ready too’

‘Why?’ You laughed, almost astounded at the way he spoke about you and cared for you. ‘I’ve been awful to you when you think about it’

‘Maybe I like a challenge’ he winked and you laughed whilst rolling your eyes. ‘I guess I thought we’d come so far from where we first started that I wasn’t willing to give up without a little bit of a fight and if that means giving you time then so be it. Yeah, I won’t lie it was a rocky start and I did wonder what’s the point sometimes but I’ve felt this pull to you from day one. Remember that first night we stayed at Bens? I couldn’t sleep for ages I just laid there and watched you and thought about how lucky I was that you’d come into my life. You’re smart, and cheeky and you’re kind when you want to be’ he winked and you rolled your eyes as he kissed your cheek ‘you’re also the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen’

‘I think you’re pretty too’ you giggled and he laughed as a deep blush crept over his cheeks.

‘If you’d let me, I’d like to be your happy ending’ he whispered almost shyly and you lent over to kiss his nose.

‘I’d like that a lot’ you whispered back, gripping onto him and you both giggled like little kids.

‘You got plans for the rest of the day?’ He asked, fingers still dancing over your back.

‘No, I was planning on sitting around and doing nothing’ you laughed. ‘Would you care to join me?’

‘The thought of doing nothing with you sounds better than doing anything with someone else’ he winked and you fake gagged as he tapped you on the bum in fake annoyance. ‘How did you get in by the way?’

‘Chilly text me, said you kept asking for me last night and asked if I could come over’

‘Of course he did’ Mason blushed as he tried to remember what he’d said last night.

‘You look like shit by the way, how much did you drink?’ You asked, gently stroking the bags under his eyes before you placed a soft kiss on the end of his nose.

‘Enough’ he laughed as you stroked his cheek, closing his eyes as he was enjoying the gentle feel of your fingers on his skin.

‘Why don’t I make you something to eat? Then we can have a nap?’ you asked and he nodded up at you shyly.

‘You’re the best’ he sighed pulling you into him even tighter as he pressed a few kisses against your neck. ‘But we can order something, I don’t want you hurting your hand anymore than it already is’ he told you leaning down to leave a gentle kiss over the bandage.

‘You’re lucky I don’t sue’ you winked before he pulled you up so he could grab his phone to see what he could order.

‘Oh yeah? What do you want? I’ll give it to you right now’ he laughed and you pointed to you cheek in hopes he would kiss it. It didn’t take much for him to lean over and place a delicate kiss to your cheek before gently gripping your chin so you were facing him. You watched his eyes flicker all over your face before they landed on your lips and he bought you in for a kiss just as soft. ‘That one’s free’ he winked before opening up his phone, leaving you looking down at him with a smile. Thankful that today had gone the way you’d hoped.

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scary movie 👻

kepa arrizabalaga x reader x mason mount - a smutty ghostface one shot

warnings: explicit hard smut, sort of scary?? (y/n thinks she's being attacked by a murderer), potentially triggering content so please read at your own discretion!! sub!reader, dom!kepa & dom!mason, double penetration, anal, oral sex (m and f receiving), choking, slapping, dirty talk, degradation and praise, pet names, edging, overstim, crying, fingering, face-fucking, knife kink, mask kink, i think that's it but lmk if i missed something!

word count: 10.9k+ (she's big)

a/n: happy halloween bitches! i've literally been getting ready for a night out and i suddenly remembered that i wrote this lmao so here you go! this is not at all edited so pls be warned about spelling and grammar mistakes (i literally wrote this in a brainrot over night so it's probably almost unintelligible lol), and i don't have time to double check my warnings but this is kind of intense so pls pls be careful reading it! x

The shrill ringing of my phone breaks the calm atmosphere in the house, making me jump out of my skin. I pause the episode of Pretty Little Liars as I get up from the sofa, wineglass in hand, and I head into the kitchen, my phone sat on the counter. My heart lifts with the thought that it’s probably my boyfriend calling to let me know he’s on his way home from work, but disappointment floods through me when I see that the screen’s lit up with an unknown number. I reject the call with an irritated sigh before checking if Kepa’s texted me, but our last communication was a few hours ago.

I decide to distract myself by checking on the pasta in the oven (I always cover the top with a thick layer of cheese and put it in the oven for it to get nice and melty, just how he likes it). I don’t cook very often, but I thought I’d make dinner as a surprise for my boyfriend tonight. He’s been really busy recently – all the training and travelling and exhaustion from matches has meant we haven’t been spending a lot of time together. And the time we have managed to spend together is usually a couple hours with dinner in front of the TV until he’s snoring loud enough to make the neighbours’ dog bark.

To cut a long story short, I need Kepa to rail me before I lose my mind. They always say the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, but unlike other men, Kepa’s stomach leads to his dick. A good homecooked meal and a couple glasses of wine? The man’s ready to go all night. So I’m hoping a candlelit dinner tonight will lead to him bending me over the table. I even put on my good lingerie set, so I’ll be very disappointed if this doesn’t go to plan.

My phone starts ringing again, the unknown number persisting, but I reject the call. I don’t have enough patience to deal with a call centre right now. I knock back my wine, pouring out another glass and knocking back half of that too, my body full of impatient energy. I just want him to get home so I can touch him and kiss him. He’s been even sexier than usual recently, looking all big and hot in the goal, veins and muscles rippling whenever he saves a shot. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t having to press my thighs together during every match, praying I wouldn’t leave a wet spot on my seat.

The phone rings again, and I let out an annoyed huff when I see it’s the unknown number for the third time. I snatch the phone from the counter, pressing the green button and holding it to my ear. ‘Hello?’ I say, silence on the other side for a few long moments before I hear a low ‘hello’ in response. The voice is male and unfamiliar, sounding distorted. The line must not be great.

There’s another few seconds of silence after he speaks, and I roll my eyes. ‘Yeah?’ I ask, trying to keep my tone patient. ‘Who is this?’ he asks, and I frown. Does he not realise he’s calling me? ‘Who are you trying to reach?’ I ask, a low chuckle sounding in response. ‘What number is this?’ he asks, sounding amused, and I shake my head. Idiot. ‘What number are you trying to reach?’ I ask in response, getting another low chuckle in response, the sound making my pulse jump.

‘I… don’t know,’ he responds, and I can’t help but roll my eyes again. ‘I think you have the wrong number.’ ‘Have I?’ ‘It happens. Don’t worry about it,’ I say before hanging up, putting my phone back down on the countertop. I pick up my wineglass and head over to the sliding glass door that leads out onto the patio, my reflection clear in it. I really hope Kepa appreciates the effort I’ve made for him – this dress is sexy and not comfortable at all, meaning I look insanely good in it.

My phone starts ringing again, and I sigh deeply before picking up the phone, answering the unknown number despite my common sense telling me not to. ‘Hello?’ ‘I’m sorry. I think I called the wrong number,’ the man says, and I take a moment to compose myself. ‘So why did you call it again?’ I ask slowly. ‘To apologise,’ he responds, the smirk clear in his voice. ‘You’re forgiven. Bye now,’ I say chirpily, about to hang up before I hear, ‘wait, wait. Don’t hang up.’

‘Why?’ I ask, leaning against the countertop and running my finger around the rim of my glass. This guy’s probably just some perv trying to get off, but at least this is some entertainment until Kepa gets home. ‘I want to talk to you for a bit.’ ‘There’s trillions of numbers for that, creep,’ I respond with a small smile before I take a sip of my wine.

‘Yeah, but I called yours,’ he says, and I raise an eyebrow. This guy can’t have intentionally called me, can he? ‘I thought you said this was the wrong number?’ ‘I lied. Why don’t you want to talk to me?’ he asks, switching the topic before I can dwell on it too long. ‘I don’t know who you are.’ ‘You tell me your name and I’ll tell you mine,’ he says, and I let out a laugh despite myself. This guy’s deluded.

‘I don’t think so,’ I say, flicking the rim of my wineglass with a manicured nail. ‘What was that?’ he asks, and I roll my eyes again. This guy needs to learn boundaries. ‘My wineglass.’ ‘You’re drinking wine?’ ‘Mmhmm. It’s date night,’ I say happily, getting excited again at the thought that Kepa will be home soon. ‘Date night?’ ‘Yep. My boyfriend doesn’t know it, but I’m surprising him with dinner tonight.’

‘Just dinner?’ he asks, and I let out an irritated noise. ‘What do you mean, ‘just dinner’? I’ve spent ages making this.’ ‘No, I don’t mean it like that. Dinner’s great. It’s just… isn’t it usually dinner and a movie?’ he asks, and I smile to myself. I’m hoping we won’t have time for a movie tonight – I want to be preoccupied with other things. ‘Yeah, but I think we might skip the movie.’ ‘You can’t skip the movie! That’s the best part of date night. Especially if it’s a scary movie,’ he says, his soft voice taking on a sudden edge that makes my hair on my arms stand up in worry.

‘What? Don’t you like scary movies?’ he asks, no edge to his voice. I must have imagined it. I tell myself to relax, taking a deep breath. ‘I don’t mind them.’ ‘What’s your favourite?’ he asks, and I think for a moment. ‘I like Scream. Ghostface is a good villain. What about you? What’s your favourite?’ I ask, met with a brief silence before he murmurs, ‘guess.’

‘Um… Nightmare on Elm Street?’ ‘Is that the one where the guy has knives for fingers?’ he asks, and I roll my eyes for the twentieth time this conversation. How can he start a conversation about scary movies if he doesn’t even know Nightmare on Elm Street? ‘Yeah, Freddy Krueger.’ ‘Freddy, that’s right. I liked that movie. It was scary.’ ‘The first one was, but the rest were bad,’ I say, taking a sip of my wine before my eyes flit up to the clock on the wall. Kepa should definitely be back from training now.

‘So… you mentioned your boyfriend,’ he says, and I can’t help but laugh. ‘Yeah.’ ‘Where is he?’ he asks, and I frown. Even he’s wondering where the hell Kepa is. ‘Why do you care, stranger?’ ‘That’s not my name,’ he says amusedly. ‘You didn’t tell me your name.’ ‘You didn’t tell me yours either. What is it?’ he asks, and I take another sip of my wine before I respond, ‘why do you want to know my name?’ ‘Because I want to know who I’m looking at,’ he responds, voice deadly soft, but the words have the effect of if he’d shouted them.

My blood goes cold, my eyes flitting to the back door. It’s pitch black outside, too dark to see if there’s anyone lurking. ‘What did you just say?’ I whisper, legs feeling weak as fear stabs through my body, my pulse skyrocketing. ‘I want to know who I’m talking to,’ he says slowly, as though he’s speaking to somebody stupid, and I shake my head, knowing what I heard.

‘That’s not what you said,’ I say shakily, rushing over to the door to make sure it’s locked, the handle not budging an inch. I feel a bit of relief flood through me – as long as the security system is working, no one can make it into this house unless their fingerprint is on the database. Perks of having a rich boyfriend. ‘What do you think I said?’ he asks, tone playful, but a sick feeling has already settled low in my stomach. This isn’t fun and entertaining anymore – I just want Kepa to get home.

‘I have to go,’ I say suddenly, and he chuckles lowly. ‘Your boyfriend isn’t home yet. Don’t you want the company?’ he asks, sounding mocking like he knows how scared I am right now. ‘No.’ ‘Are you sure? You don’t like being alone, princesa,’ he says, that one word making all the tension flood out of my body.

I’ve been waiting for Kepa to get home, but he’s the idiot on the other side of the phone.

‘Oh, thank God. Kepa, this isn’t funny,’ I whine. ‘I’m not your boyfriend, y/n. Don’t thank God yet,’ he teases, my relief tainted by a little bit of uneasiness. What if it really isn’t Kepa? But it has to be. He obviously has a voice distorter on, which is hiding the usual Spanish lilt to his voice, and princesa is his pet name of choice for me.

‘Cut it out, Kep. You’re scaring me,’ I say quietly, and he laughs gently. ‘There’s nothing to be scared of, baby. If you keep on being a good girl for me, I won’t hurt you,’ he murmurs softly, and I let out a little breath. It’s definitely him – no psycho murderer would be reassuring me. ‘Fine. I’ll be a good girl for you. Just come home,’ I say, the fear in my stomach subsiding, replaced by the desire that’s been sitting there for weeks.

‘I’m on my way. But I want you to be ready for me, princesa.’ ‘I am ready for you. I’m wearing… my boyfriend’s favourite dress,’ I say lowly, trying my best to sound all seductive, and I’m rewarded when I hear him take a breath to compose himself. ‘I can see that. You’ve put his favourite perfume on too, and you’re drinking the wine that gets you all worked up and desperate. I’ve been watching your every move,’ he whispers, the words making me a shiver run down my spine. My eyes flit up to security camera in the corner of the room, identical to the ones in the corner of every room in the house. Both of us can watch from them live on our phones.

‘You might want to answer that,’ he says suddenly, words followed by the doorbell echoing through the house, making me jump. I keep the phone to my ear as I head out of the kitchen and into the foyer, shivering from my bare feet on the cold marble floor as I walk to the front door. I open it without any hesitation, the empty porch making me falter. I thought he’d be stood there, but there’s nothing there except for my car parked on the driveway, his nowhere to be seen.

‘Who’s there?’ I call out in a sing-song voice despite the uncertainty still swirling around inside me. What if this is an A-grade stalker, who’s pretending to be Kepa to lull me into a false sense of security? And I’m the moron throwing the door open and shouting out to him. ‘You should never say ‘who’s there?’. Don’t you watch scary movies? It’s a death wish, babe,’ he says suddenly, reminding me that he’s still on the other side of the phone, and I quickly shut the door, making sure it locks afterwards.

‘Okay, enough’s enough. You’ve had your fun. Just stop now,’ I say quietly, chewing on my lip nervously as I head back to the kitchen. ‘Or what?’ ‘Or… my boyfriend’s gonna be home soon,’ I say with a small smile, his little laugh reassuring me. It has to be Kepa I’m talking to. ‘Oh, really?’ ‘Yeah, and he’s gonna be pissed when I tell him what you’re doing.’ ‘Will he?’ ‘Yeah. He’s 6 foot 1, and super big, and he plays football, so he’s athletic, and he’ll beat the shit out of you,’ I reply, my words met with more rich laughter.

‘I’m sure he will, baby. Or maybe I’ll gut him like a fish,’ he says sinisterly, striking fear into me again. Calm down, y/n. It’s just Kepa. It couldn’t possibly be anyone else. ‘What do you want?’ I ask, putting on the helpless damsel-in-distress voice, and he chuckles softly. ‘I want to see what your insides look like,’ he murmurs in a velvet voice, the words laced with a dirty innuendo that makes my underwear dampen considerably.

‘But first… let’s play a game. If you answer my questions correctly, I won’t lay a finger on you. If you get any of them wrong, I get to do whatever I want to do to you,’ he bargains, sparking my competitive streak. If winning means I don’t get his touch tonight, fine by me. I’m too competitive to lose. ‘Okay. Go ahead,’ I prompt.

‘Here’s your first question. Who’s the killer in Halloween?’ ‘Hmmm, I’m not sure I remember,’ I tease, and he laughs lightly. ‘Come on, princesa. You know this one. White mask, stalks babysitters?’ ‘Oh, right... it’s Michael Myers!’ I exclaim, as though the name only just came to me. ‘Good girl. You’re doing well. Ready for your next one?’ ‘Mmhmm.’

‘Who’s the killer in Friday the 13th?’ he asks, and I roll my eyes. He really thinks he can trick me with this? ‘Mrs Vorhees, Jason’s mother, followed by Jason himself in the sequel,’ I say happily, and he lets out a little sigh, disappointed I got it right. ‘You’re too good at this.’ ‘You know it, baby. Come on, give me another one,’ I say tauntingly, and it’s like I can feel the atmosphere shift over the phone.

‘Okay. Which door am I at?’ he asks, voice deadly soft again, and I freeze, uneasiness filling me. ‘Kepa…’ ‘I told you already, princesa. I’m not your boyfriend. Now answer my question if you want to win,’ he prompts, and I take a deep breath. He’s using my pet name to reassure me that it’s him without ruining the act. I’m not in any danger.

‘Um… the front door,’ I answer, waiting with bated breath for a response. But I’m met with a long silence, the tension multiplying with every second that goes by. And then finally he whispers his reply, the one word sending a shiver through me. ‘Wrong.’

I hear the door behind me slide open and I whirl around, ready to greet my boyfriend with open arms, a big smile on my face. But the smile on my face slips when I’m met with the sight of a figure stood in the doorway, dressed in a floor-length black robe, face covered by a white Ghostface mask. The figure’s hands are covered with black gloves, and in one of them, he’s holding a knife. A very sharp, very shiny, very real knife.

My mouth drops open in a bloodcurdling scream, and I run for the foyer staircase without a moment’s hesitation, the sound of my feet hitting the marble echoing loudly as I sprint up the stairs. When I hear his thundering footsteps, my heart misses a beat, fear filling my veins, and I can’t help but scream again when I turn to see him following me up the stairs.

I look ahead, knowing I’ll fall if I’m not careful, and I head straight towards mine and Kepa’s bedroom. Once it’s locked, only he and I can get in with our thumbprints, so it’ll prove if it’s him or not. As soon as I’m in the room, I shut the door and lock it with shaky hands, the silence that follows making me feel even more on edge. He’s probably stood right outside, just biding his time.

I take a few deep breaths to calm my nerves, and it’s only when my ringtone sounds out into the silence do I remember that my phone’s in my hand, the sound making me jump again. I answer without any hesitation, met with low chuckles on the other side. ‘You’d make a good final girl, princesa. That was a real scary-movie scream,’ he teases, and I let out a low sob, tears in my eyes.

‘I’m scared, Kep. Why are you doing this?’ I ask, sitting on the edge of our bed before my legs give way. ‘I’m upset with you, babe. While your boyfriend’s been working so hard, earning money for you to spend on whatever you want, you’ve been crushing on his teammate,’ he murmurs, confusion filling me. What is he talking about?

‘Don’t act like you don’t know, y/n. I’ve seen how you look at him. How your eyes are glued to him on the pitch while your boyfriend’s in the dugout. You stare at his thighs, his hands running through his hair, his neck when he shouts and his lips when he spits. You want him, don’t you, princesa?’ he asks, and despite the fear still making my heart race, I feel guilty that I know exactly who he’s referring to.

It’s been a tough couple months for me. We’ve only had sex once in all that time, and he barely participated because he was tired (I’ve never been the one to do all the work so I didn’t enjoy it much). I’ve been frustrated. And when Kepa was still on the bench every match, my thirsty mind had to find someone to ogle for the 90 minutes. And that someone ended up being Mason Mount.

He’s an annoying cocky little shit, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t attracted to him, especially when he’s playing football. His corner kicks, his hair flicks, his spitting, his angry outbursts, his goals, his injuries. All of it is just so… hot. Kepa’s right – I’ve been trying to hide it, but I have a real crush on his teammate.

‘Kepa, I’m-’ ‘Don’t start trying to apologise now that you’ve been caught out, princesa. It’s too late for that now. And anyway, I feel for you a little bit. It must have been hard for you, with your boyfriend giving you no attention. I bet you’ve been trying your best to get yourself off. Do your fingers feel as good as his, baby?’ he asks, my underwear flooded with arousal now. He’s killing me – half of my mind is in panic mode, and the other half is thinking about dick. I don’t know which part I’m more annoyed with.

‘Show me, baby. Take off that pretty dress, lie down on the bed, and show me how you’ve been touching yourself, thinking of your boyfriend and his best friend,’ he taunts, my stomach clenching with nerves. One thing Kepa never does is call my pet names in English, yet the person on the other side of the phone has been calling me ‘baby’ and ‘babe instead of the usual ‘cariño’ or ‘querido’.

Before it can properly dawn on me, there’s a loud banging on the door, a startled scream escaping my lips. ‘I’m getting impatient, babe. Take off your dress before I come in and cut it off you with my knife,’ he threatens through gritted teeth, and I quickly get up off the bed. I put the phone on speaker, leaving it sat atop the sheets before I reach back to the zip on my dress.

My hands shake as I pull down the zip, my skin exposed to the room when I let the dress drop off me, leaving me stood in just my black lacy lingerie, suspenders and all. ‘Wow. Look at you, baby. So pretty. Did you dress up all for me? Or for your footballer boyfriend?’ he taunts, the cold air on my bare skin making me shiver.

‘Now lie down on the bed,’ he says in a gentle tone, and I do as he says, settling myself amongst the sheets, back against the headboard. ‘Spread your legs for me,’ he prompts, my actions following his words, exposing my clothed core to the room.

‘Slip your hand into your pants, princesa,’ he instructs softly, and I let my hand trail down my body before sliding beneath my underwear, a shaky breath falling from my lips when my fingertips brush against my clit. ‘So sensitive. I bet you’re so wet, so desperate for me to fuck you. Am I right, y/n? I’m right, aren’t I, baby? You’re so desperate for my cock, my fingers, my tongue. Anything I give you, you’ll be grateful for, huh?’ he asks, and I just nod, fingers ghosting across my folds, light tingles of pleasure running through me.

‘Are you gonna let me come in and fuck you, babe? I’m so hard for you, baby, so fucking hard. I wanna make you scream with my cock. Will you let me come in, y/n?’ he asks, and I shake my head, no. Despite my mind clouding over with a hazy fog, I’m still scared of the Ghostface on the other side of the door.

‘Well, if you remember correctly, baby, you got one of the questions wrong, which means I get to do whatever I want to you. Maybe I’ll use my knife to make you scream instead of my cock. Is that what you want, princesa?’ he asks, and the fear takes over, making me remove my hand from my pants and grab the phone shakily. ‘No, please. I’m scared,’ I whisper, and he lets out a low chuckle that makes my stomach turn.

‘You should be.’

The door swings open, Ghostface stood in the doorway, the only light in the room streaming in around his big frame from the hallway. His knife is still in one hand, head tilted mockingly, and the mask’s mouth is open in its perpetual scream, as though it’s warning me what I’m about to be doing too. ‘You look so sexy when you’re scared, baby. Your eyes are all big and teary, your teeth biting your lip, your chest heaving with deep breaths. I bet you look like that when you’re getting fucked as well, huh?’ the voice on the other end of the phone asks, cold realisation hitting me.

Ghostface only has a knife in his hand, the other one empty. No phone in sight.

‘Oh, princesa, you’re so cute. For someone who likes scary movies, you clearly don’t pay much attention to them. It was never just Billy Loomis. Stu Macher was with him all along. It was how they managed to do all their killing,’ the voice on the phone says mockingly, and then I hear the handle on the bathroom door turning slowly.

My breathing falters as I wait for the door to open, my heart stopping when another Ghostface is revealed, both of them standing in opposite doorways, staring at me. The new one has a phone and a voice distorter in his gloved hands, held up to his mouth. ‘Two’s better than one, baby,’ he says cockily, voice echoing through my phone.

I cover my mouth, a sob escaping my lips, and my eyes fill with tears that begin to spill over. I’m terrified despite how I’m pretty sure I know who both of these Ghostfaces are, my eyes flitting back and forth between the two of them. The first one walks across the room to me and I shrink away from him in fear, letting out a sob when his hand tightens around my throat and he pulls me closer to him. He lifts the knife to my face, gliding the tip across my skin, the cold metal making me shiver. The proximity means I can hear him breathing through the mask, and a familiar scent fills my senses.

‘What’s the safeword, cariño?’ a muffled voice asks from the other side of the mask, and I breathe a sigh of relief at hearing the Spanish accent, my nerves easing at him using one of his Spanish pet names for me. ‘Arsenal,’ I respond (hearing me shout his rival team is a definite way to get him to stop whatever he’s doing), and he nods, releasing my neck and lifting his hand to my face, wiping away my tears.

‘I like you scared, princesa. Your screams are so pretty,’ he murmurs softly, hand caressing my face with the most gentle touch before he reaches over to flick the lamp on. ‘I bet they sound prettier when she’s being touched than when she’s being chased up the stairs,’ the other Ghostface says, reminding me of his presence, and I suddenly realise what this is leading up to, the thought almost making me moan aloud. I’ve been desperate for cock for weeks, and now I’m gonna get two.

‘Much prettier. Come and find out for yourself,’ Kepa says, Mason stepping across the room to stand beside his teammate. My heart jumps at the two of them stood there in front of me, the two masks looking down at me with mocking screams. ‘Hands and knees, querido. Culo in the air for us,’ Kepa prompts, and I move into position, facing away from them and giving them a full view of my ass, supporting my body weight on weak arms.

‘I didn’t know it was possible to have a wet patch on black fabric,’ Mason teases, a gloved finger hooking through my pants and pulling them aside, both of them letting out appreciative noises at the sight of my soaked core. ‘Such a pretty pussy. So wet, babe. Is this all for us, y/n?’ Mason asks, his compliment making a thrill run through me. I let out a hum in response, a hand suddenly snaking around my neck, pulling my head back in an uncomfortable position.

‘Words, baby,’ Mason murmurs. ‘Yes, it’s for both of you,’ I respond, voice strained, and my neck is released from the hand’s tight hold. ‘Good girl. Do you want us to touch you?’ ‘Yes. Please,’ I whimper, feeling a finger ghosting over my folds a moment later. I bite down on my lip, embarrassed at how close I am to moaning when they’ve barely touched me.

There’s no more movement so I push my ass back, needing more contact, and both of them laugh, humiliation filling me and making me even wetter. ‘Our little princess is so needy for us, huh? Does our pretty girl want more?’ Mason asks, his dirty talk turning me on so much. Kepa drops a pet name or compliment (or insult – degradation gets me going) here and there, but he’s never been one for a running commentary like this.

‘Please,’ I whisper. ‘What do you want, baby? Tell us what you want, and we’ll give it to you.’ ‘Anything. Just something, please,’ I beg, the aching in my core thrumming through my whole body. ‘Shall we touch you with our knives, princesa?’ Kepa asks, and I take it as an innuendo before I feel the sharp tip of cold metal tracing down my spine, a harsh shiver running through me. ‘I did tell you I wanted to see what your insides look like, babe,’ Mason reminds me, smirk audible in his voice.

Even though I know it’s a joke, it sparks fear in me again, which only makes me gush with more arousal. Fear and desire have always gone hand-in-hand for me, which is how I ended up with an intimidating Adonis for a boyfriend. He scares me just as much as he turns me on, and that’s always been the case for everything. Whenever we watch horror films together, we end up fucking afterwards, because he knows how needy I get when I’m scared out of my wits. Halloween’s his favourite time of year.

‘Please don’t kill me, Mr Ghostface. I wanna be in the sequel,’ I say breathily, quoting Tatum’s line in the film, both of them laughing in response. ‘Oh, baby, we’re not gonna kill you. We’ve gotta have some fun with you first,’ Mason murmurs in a low voice, my heart racing at the possibilities of where this is gonna go.

Before I can respond, a finger plunges into me, a moan escaping my lips as I clench around the digit, head falling forward against my chest. I feel a hand wrap around my hair before pulling harshly, keeping my head back, and the knife appears at my neck, the blade like ice against my burning hot skin. The finger inside me is joined by another, the friction from the gloves making me whimper, and I feel my stomach clench when the fingers begin thrusting in and out of me, trying to open me up.

I don’t even know whose fingers are inside of me, or whose hand is pulling on my hair, the ambiguity making everything even hotter, and I can’t help the moans and whimpers slipping through my lips every few seconds. ‘Fuck, you weren’t lying. She sounds so pretty. So pretty and good for us,’ Mason murmurs, the fingers inside me curling against my walls, the feeling taking my breath away.

A third finger pushes into me, the painful stretch making me whine in pain, and I feel a hand rubbing my ass soothingly. I pant as I try to adjust to the stretch, the fingers pumping in and out of me as soon as my breathing calms down, and the hand resting on my ass disappears before landing back down heavily, the slap reverberating around the room.

With the fingers thrusting into me, slaps landing harshly on my ass, my hair being pulled and knife to my throat, I’m losing my mind, all sense disappearing and melting down into nothing but overwhelming pleasure. When a thumb appears at my clit, pressing down roughly, I let out a loud moan, sounding pathetic even to my own ears, and my walls clamp down around the fingers, legs shaking.

‘I’m gonna…’ I trail off, already feeling the tell-tale signs of an orgasm, the knot in my stomach tightening more with each circle being drawn at my clit. ‘You’re gonna what, babe? Are you gonna cum for us?’ Mason asks teasingly, the long fingers inside me curling against the soft spot that makes me cry out. ‘I think she’s gonna cum, bro,’ Mason says conversationally, Kepa chuckling. ‘Not without permission, she’s not,’ Kepa reminds me, and I begin pleading before he’s even finished talking.

‘Please let me cum. I need it so bad, please. I need to cum, please let me cum,’ I moan, not even thinking about what I’m saying before the words come out. ‘What do you think? Shall we let her?’ Kepa asks, as though he’s asking Mason whether he thinks it’s gonna rain, their indifference making me even more desperate for them. I’m a victim of the chase.

‘Hmm, I don’t know, bro. Has she earned it?’ ‘All she’s done is lie here and let us fuck her with our fingers like a dirty little slut,’ Kepa murmurs, sentence punctuated with a rough slap on my ass, his words prompting a moan to fall from my lips. ‘It’s like that? Baby likes being called a slut?’ Mason asks, sounding like he’s stumbled across a goldmine, and I can’t wait for the filth he’s gonna be saying to me tonight.

‘She loves it. Almost as much as she loves being a lazy little bitch in bed. I don’t think she deserves it.’ ‘Me neither,’ Mason agrees, their hands disappearing from me a moment later, my orgasm instantly fading away. I let out a whine at the loss of contact, even missing the feeling of the knife against my throat, and my whine is rewarded with another slap on my ass, the skin burning at this point.

‘Don’t be a brat, y/n. Thank us for what we gave you,’ Mason says, voice laced with malice, pushing me to see if I’ll do it. ‘Thank you for your fingers,’ I say pathetically, a light slap landing on my ass after I speak. ‘That’s better. You wanna be a good girl for us, don’t you, princesa?’ Kepa asks, and I nod, knowing I need to behave if I want to get off tonight.

‘Turn around, baby,’ Mason prompts, and I do as he says, tucking my legs beneath me as I turn to face them, my ass sore. I look up at the two of them, searching for their eyes behind the masks, nothing but empty darkness staring back at me, sending a shiver down my spine. Imagine if it’s not really them, and it’s two psychos imitating them, trying their best to sound like them. What if-

‘Are you still scared, querido?’ Kepa asks in the voice that always gets me going, his tone half-patronising and half-comforting, and I nod in response, looking up at them through my lashes. From this angle, I can’t even tell which of them is which, the two of them stood to close together to tell who each voice is coming from. The one on the left has the knife in his hand and he uses it to tilt my head up, my eyes on the ceiling.

‘Eyes on us, babe,’ Mason says, my gaze flitting down to the two identical masks again, sending a quiver of fear through me. ‘God, you look so hot when you’re scared. Just wanna fuck this pretty face,’ Mason says, a hand coming to tighten around my neck. ‘She’s all yours,’ Kepa says, one of the figures stepping back and taking a seat on the chaise lounge chair in the corner of the room, putting the knife down beside him.

The figure still in front of me – Mason – lets go of my neck and unbuttons his black robe just enough to let his hard cock spring free. He’s not as long as Kepa, but he’s still a mouth-watering size, thick enough that I know my jaw’s gonna ache after this. ‘Mouth open, baby,’ he prompts, and I part my lips enough for him to slide in.

But he only gives me two fingers, his other hand gripping his length and tugging on it a few times, the tip leaking with precum. It’s humiliating – I’m sat here in skimpy transparent lingerie with his fingers in my mouth, and he’s almost completely covered, jacking off right in front of my face. I feel my underwear flooding all over again.

Without any warning, he removes his fingers and pushes his cock into my mouth, letting out a low groan as he slides all the way in, tip hitting the back of my throat and prompting a loud gag. ‘Fuck,’ he moans, drawing the word out as he stills, my throat trying to reject the intrusion. I try to breathe through my nose, tears already collecting on my waterline, and when he finally pulls out, I gasp like I’ve been drowning.

‘Suck him off, princesa. Show him how good you are with your mouth,’ Kepa prompts from the corner of the room, drawing my attention back to him. The sight of him sprawled out on the seat, watching his girlfriend with another man is enough to make my stomach clench with arousal. The bedsheets are gonna be soaked if they go on like this.

I lean forward, looking up at Mason with big, innocent eyes as I press a kiss to his tip, a shaky breath audible through the mask, making me grin to myself. I place my tongue at the base, licking up to his tip against the vein on the underside of his cock before taking the head into my mouth, swirling my tongue around him and sucking like he’s a lollipop, cheeks caved in. I look up at him as I take him further in, eyes meeting the hollow black ones on his mask, and another gag forces its way up my throat, a soft groan falling from his lips.

I set a gentle pace, slowly bobbing my head up and down, taking him in as far as possible, hand leisurely tugging at what I can’t reach. ‘Like that, y/n, just like that. Feels so fucking good, baby,’ he groans quietly, head thrown back, hand fisting into my hair as my eyes begin to water, and I hum around at him at the praise, the sensation making him moan softly, the sound going straight to my core.

It’s not long before his hips begin moving, his hand controlling my head movements, and I grab onto his legs as he thrusts slowly. ‘Gonna be a good girl for me, babe? Gonna let me fuck this pretty little mouth?’ he asks, and I hum in response, tears filling my eyes again. He doesn’t wait another moment before his thrusts speed up and I gag repeatedly around him. The sounds only spur him on, and tears run down my face as he looks down at me, watching me try to take him as far in as possible.

‘Fuck, you’re so good. Such a good little slut, letting me fuck your mouth, and taking it so well. Love hearing you gagging,’ he says in a strained voice, thrusting particularly hard to prompt a gag from me, the noise making him moan. ‘You’re so hot,’ he murmurs, the praise making me moan, the vibrations making his hips falter. Tears stream down my face, saliva bubbles around my mouth and drips down my chin and neck – I must look like such a mess right now.

And then I remember that Kepa’s sat in the corner, my gaze flicking over to him, stomach turning when I see that he’s jacking off whilst watching us. The sight makes me moan again, Mason letting out a choked groan, the noise only making me wetter. He pulls out of my mouth a moment later, breathing heavily, chest visibly heaving.

‘You weren’t lying,’ Mason says, Kepa chuckling as he gets to his feet. ‘I told you, hermano. She sucks your soul,’ he murmurs, standing in front of me and wiping my face clean again. ‘Lie down for us, princesa,’ Kepa instructs, and I do as he says with a weak and shaky body, tension flooding out of me as I relax into the sheets, lying horizontally across the bed with my feet dangling off the side.

‘Look at her. So pretty. What shall we do to you, babe?’ Mason asks, the knife in his hand. He rests the tip of it against my thigh before running it down my leg, the sharp point a cold sting against my skin. ‘Anything. Please,’ I whisper, body already so tired but desperate for both of them, for whatever they want to do to me.

‘Gonna let me eat your pretty little pussy, baby?’ he asks silkily, a moan falling from my lips at just the thought of it. ‘I’ll take that as a yes,’ he says amusedly, dropping to his knees at the side of the bed, disappearing from my view. I’m about to sit up so I can see him take off the mask but Kepa appears behind me, a hand on my shoulder to keep me lying down.

He taps my bottom lip, the message in the action clear, and I open my mouth for him. I watch him, my boyfriend upside-down in my vision as he opens his robe. I’m too distracted watching Kepa wrap his hand around his cock that I forget about Mason until he spreads my legs apart and pulls my pants aside.

He doesn’t waste any time, tongue licking a bold stripe across my core, prompting a breathy moan from me. ‘Mmm. You taste so good, babe. So sweet,’ Mason groans, lips against my inner thigh, pressing soft kisses to my skin. ‘Thank him for being kind to you, cariño,’ Kepa prompts, a mocking tinge to his voice, as Mason dips his tongue between my folds. ‘Thank you,’ I whimper, voice hitching when he presses his thumb to my clit, rubbing slow and hard circles that send shivers through me.

He keeps himself composed for barely ten seconds before he loses control, beginning to eat me out like he’s starving. Obscene wet sounds fill the room as he licks and sucks me, prompting desperate moaning from me. I reach down to thread my hands into his hair, the fluffy locks soft against my fingers, and when I tug on it, he lets out a gentle grunt against me, the vibrations making me squirm.

‘Ready, princesa?’ Kepa murmurs, reminding me of his presence, and I nod, opening my mouth wide for him again. He taps his cock against my tongue, the angle I’m lying at allowing him to push down into my throat and, despite my gagging, he slides all the way in until his balls tap against my nose. He pulls back out with a shaky breath, allowing me to inhale deeply before entering my mouth again.

He thrusts shallowly, not going too far into my mouth, and I’m grateful for it. With Mason eating me out like a man possessed, I’m already struggling to breathe, constantly moaning around Kepa’s cock which only gets him even more worked up. I try my best to engage my brain, sucking on his cock as best as I can whilst pulling Mason’s face even closer to my core. He flicks his tongue inside me, nose nuzzling against my clit in a way that makes me moan his name, but it comes out as gibberish with Kepa keeping my mouth full.

Kepa’s broken breaths and pleasured groans become more and more frequent, his gloved hands resting softly on my face as his hips move slowly back and forth. He’s doing everything in his power to hold back from fucking into my mouth as hard and fast as he wants to, that in itself making me even wetter, the squelching from between my legs getting even louder as Mason laps at me relentlessly.

‘Are you close, querido?’ Kepa asks, voice strained, but I’m too far gone to be able to respond, squirming on the bed with my thighs trying to close around Mason’s head, heels digging into his back. ‘I think she’s close. Shall I let her?’ Mason asks against my clit, my back arching up at the vibrations, a high-pitched whine escaping my mouth. ‘No,’ Kepa responds shortly, and I feel my eyes welling up at the thought of being edged again. The knot in my stomach is so tight, ready to snap, but I feel it loosening the moment Mason moves away from me.

Kepa pulls out of my mouth a moment later, a shiver running through me at feeling suddenly empty, and I can’t help but let out a sob. ‘Turn over,’ Kepa prompts, and I roll onto my front, the man kneeling down in front of me. ‘Don’t cry, cariño. You’ll get what you want,’ he says comfortingly, running a gloved hand down the side of my face soothingly. His hand comes to rest over my eyes and a moment later, his lips meet mine in a soft kiss that tastes like my boyfriend – any doubt in my mind about who he is disappears instantly.

Before I can even deepen the kiss, I feel Mason’s hands wrap around my ankles, pulling me across the bed towards him. He flicks open my bra before flipping me over, his hands instantly grabbing at my boobs, gloved fingers tugging at my nipples, my head falling back against the bed as I let out a helpless whimper.

‘Gonna let me fuck you, baby?’ he asks, and I nod desperately, legs spreading unconsciously for him. His hands slide down my body to my pants and he pulls them down my legs, leaving me in just suspenders and transparent stockings, the rest of me on show for him. ‘Such a beautiful body, so pretty for us,’ he compliments, rubbing softly at my clit, and I let out breathy moans in response, tingles of pleasure running through me.

‘Does our pretty baby wanna be fucked?’ he asks again, clearly wanting me to say it, and push down the humiliation to reply, ‘yes, please fuck me. I need it so bad.’ ‘Good girl,’ he says amusedly, deftly catching the condom Kepa throws to him. ‘No condom, please. I’m on birth control,’ I say, his movements freezing for a moment before he looks at Kepa.

‘Are you sure, cariño?’ Kepa asks, out of my view, and I nod. Kepa and I almost never use a condom, and it’ll drive me crazy feeling Mason raw inside me. ‘Fuck,’ Mason curses under his breath, pulling my legs up to rest on his shoulders, insides of my ankles brushing against the cold plastic of the mask. He runs his tip up and down my folds before plunging in without warning, both of us moaning as he bottoms out inside me.

He’s thick enough for the stretch to burn but he rubs my clit to soothe the pain, hips keeping himself still inside me. ‘Please, I need it. Please fuck me,’ I beg desperately, and he doesn’t waste any time, pulling all the way out before slamming back in, winding me. He starts off gentle, his thrusts deep but leisurely, and it feels like the head of his cock is prodding against my cervix each time he slides back in, making me whimper pathetically.

‘Fucking slut,’ he murmurs, thrusting into me particularly hard, and my mouth drops open in a silent moan at the insult, back lifting up from the bed with his tight grip on my waist. He gradually picks up the pace, and I moan helplessly as his cock drags against my walls. I can’t help but clench around him, and I can tell he’s holding himself back from going harder, his breaths coming out laboured. He must be close to suffocation in that mask.

It seems he wants me to feel the same, his hand coming to my neck and tightening, cutting off my airways so a pleasurable haze clouds over my mind. ‘Fuck, you’re so tight,’ he groans, body tense with the effort of keeping himself together, and I let out a choked moan, eyes full of overwhelmed tears. He reaches to slip two gloved fingers into my mouth, and I can taste my own arousal on the material, the filth of it making me gush around his cock.

‘Fuck, you feel so fucking good. So wet for me. So wet for a man that’s not your boyfriend, dirty little slut,’ he taunts me, my brain barely processing his words, too focused on the tip of his cock scraping against the spot inside me that makes my eyes roll back, intense waves of pleasure rolling over my body.

‘Such a tight little pussy. Guess your boyfriend hasn’t been fucking you properly,’ he murmurs cockily, shooting a look over his shoulder to where Kepa must be stood now. ‘Watch it,’ Kepa warns darkly, Mason laughing at managing to piss him off. I can barely focus on their interaction, the knot in my stomach tightening again. I can’t even form words, babbling unintelligibly around his fingers, and both of them chuckle at the state of me. His pace slows down again, the boy leisurely thrusting into me, and my eyes fill with tears with the desperation for my orgasm, my vision blurred and head numb with pleasure.

‘Are you gonna cum, princess?’ Mason asks, and I don’t even nod in response, not wanting to be edged again. ‘That’s a yes,’ Kepa murmurs, and Mason pulls out of me straight away, a frustrated sob breaking free from my mouth. Mason’s hand comes down onto my pussy in a light slap, making me let out a strangled yelp and I shoot him a reproachful look, hearing a chuckle from beneath the mask.

‘Don’t give him that face. You should be grateful, cariño.’ ‘Grateful for what? Being edged a trillion times?’ I ask bitterly, and I can feel the sternness radiating from Kepa’s mask. ‘Don’t be bratty,’ he says, unbuttoning his robe and removing his gloves before pulling his mask off. His skin is flushed, curls unruly and eyes bright, my heart pounding at the sight of him. I beam, reaching a hand out to him and pulling him close to press a kiss to his lips.

‘Sit on my face?’ he asks against my lips, my pussy drenched at the thought, and I nod, ‘please.’ He comes to lie on the bed, his legs hanging off the bottom of it, and he’s wearing nothing but his boxers, relief filling me that I can finally see his face. I can’t see it for long though, as he pulls me towards him, wrapping his arms around my thighs to bring me close to his head, my body blocking the bottom half of his face.

He doesn’t even give me a moment to prepare before he licks a bold stripe across my slit, making my whole body quiver above him. ‘Joder. Sabes tan dulce. Could eat you all day, princesa,’ he says against my core, the vibrations making me whimper.

He starts relatively slow, tongue circling my clit before lapping up my slick and poking between my folds gently but it’s not long before he loses his self-control, abusing my heat with his tongue, hands holding me in a bruisingly tight grip as I squirm, unable to hold my weight up. My pussy must be suffocating him.

‘Please, please,’ I moan repeatedly, and I can see the amusement in his eyes as he breathes against my folds, his tongue circling my clit again and again. ‘Please, what? Words, cariño,’ he says against my folds, making me jolt forwards, head almost hitting the wall. ‘More, Kepa, more. I need to cum,’ I force out between moans, face contorted in pleasure, and he lets out a gentle chuckle.

‘My dirty slut wants to cum?’ he asks, words dripping with amusement, and I nod, mouth open in a silent moan as the waves of pleasure roll over me. He practically begins to make out with my pussy, lips moving against my folds as his tongue pokes into me every few seconds. And then he decided to torture me further, mouth moving to suck at my clit as he pushes two fingers into me and curls them, prompting a loud moan from me.

‘Let me fuck you then,’ he says against my clit, fingers disappearing from inside me, and I shakily lift myself up from his face, leaning down to kiss him briefly again, a soft smile on his face as he kisses me back. How can this be the man that chased me up the stairs with a knife a little while ago?

I move down his body, hovering over his cock and watching as he pushes his boxers down just enough to guide himself into me. I sink down onto him, the familiarity making me sigh as I take him all the way in, his length filling me up almost painfully. It’s like I can feel him in my stomach. I take a few seconds to adjust, suddenly remembering Mason, and I turn to see him sat on the chair in the corner, mask, gloves and robe gone, hand down his boxers and grin on his face.

I motion for him to come over and he stands beside the bed, turning my hand with a strong hand on my chin and pulling my face to his. Our lips meet in a messy kiss, teeth and tongues clashing, and I feel the thrill of kissing someone who isn’t my boyfriend, someone I’ve been secretly crushing on for a while. He bites down on my lip, making me moan into his mouth before he laves his tongue soothingly over where he just bit, my pussy gushing around Kepa.

I break away, remembering my boyfriend whose cock I’m sat on, but he’s watching us with an amused look on his face, leaning on his elbows for a good view. ‘I think I like seeing you with other guys,’ he admits with a grin, Mason laughing, and I raise an amused eyebrow. ‘Are you a dirty voyeur, papí?’ I tease, his gaze hardening and eyes narrowing, scaring me just as much as when he had the mask on, making me wetter again. ‘I’m gonna fuck you hard for that,’ he says darkly, arousal pooling in my stomach.

His hands tighten on my hips and he lifts me before pushing me back down onto his cock, thrusting up at the same time, making me moan with my head thrown back, almost falling off the bed but bumping into Mason instead. He presses kisses along my neck, biting colours into my skin as Kepa lifts me up and down on him, fucking up into me in a way that makes me whimper his name desperately.

He sits up after a few moments, my body sandwiched between theirs, and I grind down onto him, my clit rubbing against his skin, head going light at the pleasure. He dips his head to suck at my nipples, nipping at the flesh of my breasts as I try my best to ride, relying on him lifting me up and down. ‘Good girl, bouncing on my cock,’ Kepa murmurs as Mason’s hand slides around me to rub at my clit, my head falling back against his strong chest.

Kepa’s tip scrapes against the spot inside me that makes my back arch, and his lips stray up to my shoulder. The feeling of both he and Mason’s kissing and biting at my skin, Mason’s fingers at my clit and Kepa’s cock buried inside me, it’s all too much. I’m so close to my orgasm that I can almost feel the white-hot pleasure washing over me already.

‘Can we try something, cariño?’ Kepa asks with his lips at my jaw, his hands stilling my hips, and when I feel Mason’s hand on my lower back, a nervous shiver runs through me. I’ve only let Kepa in the back a couple times and it was… an experience, to say the least. ‘We don’t have to if you don’t want to,’ Mason says softly, mouth moving against my skin, but I shake my head. ‘No, it’s okay. We can try,’ I say quietly, Mason turning my head to kiss me again, the feeling so foreign and thrilling.

‘You’re so fucking cute. Such a good girl,’ he murmurs against my lips before breaking away. I watch as he spits, the parallel between this and watching him spit on the pitch almost making me laugh, and I feel his saliva land at my back entrance. He pushes his boxers down just enough to free his cock and he uses the head to spread his spit around, lubing me up.

‘Safeword if it hurts,’ Kepa reminds me and I nod, letting him capture my lips with his own as Mason gently pushes into me. He takes it slowly, the stretch of each inch burning more and more, but his and Kepa’s lips kiss the pain away. My breathing is laboured, head dizzy, and when Mason bottoms out, they both shower me in praise that makes me wet, my clenching around them making them both groan in pleasure.

‘Can I move?’ I breathe out after a while, feeling adjusted to them inside me, and they both tell me I can. I use my hands on Kepa’s shoulders and my knees resting on the bed to lift myself slightly before letting myself fall back down, all three of us moaning at the feeling. Mason’s mouth comes to my shoulder and bites gently, my head falling back against him as Kepa watches me intently to make sure I’m not in pain, his hands resting on my waist.

He quickly takes over, lifting me up and down with a gradually increasing pace, both of their cocks scraping against my walls, making me lose my mind.  The sounds of wet squelches, moans, grunts, groans and skin slapping against skin fill the room, Kepa’s hands gripping my waist tightly, Mason’s hands sliding around my body to play with my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers.

‘Faster, please,’ I moan, Kepa obliging, the three of us letting out more moans at the faster pace, my nails digging into Kepa’s back. Mason’s fingers stray down to my clit again, just as Kepa’s tip scrapes against my soft spot. Without an inch of warning, my orgasm washes over me, mouth open with a high-pitched moan, eyes screwed shut and head thrown back against Mason.

Hot pleasure burns through my veins, my head spinning and body convulsing, the two of them working me through my high with their hands, mouths and cocks, the sensations only prolonging the bliss. My legs shake as I come down, walls clenching to reject them, my body curling in on itself to try and give myself reprieve, but no such luck – the two of them are still rock-hard inside me, and I know they won’t be done with me until they’ve filled me up with their cum.

‘You’re gonna regret cumming so fast, baby,’ Mason murmurs lowly against my neck, an evil grin on Kepa’s face, and I let out a tired sob, tears in my eyes. ‘I can’t handle any more,’ I whimper, Kepa raising an eyebrow as he starts fucking up into me, Mason matching his pace, my body twitching with overstimulation, pained whines escaping my lips every few seconds.

‘Yes, you can, cariño. You’re a big girl. You’ll take whatever we give you, and you’ll thank us for it too,’ Kepa says in a soothing tone, kissing along my jaw, and I slide my fingers into his hair, head resting against Mason’s shoulder, heat radiating from both of their bodies. We’re all so hot, skin covered in sweat and desire, and I can’t help the tears running down my face as they continue fucking into me for their own orgasms, my body so overwhelmed.

I let out desperate moans of their names, both of them groaning in response, and I know they’re close. I am too, the sensitivity of overstimulation ebbing away into the build-up of another orgasm. ‘Rub yourself, baby,’ Mason prompts, hands playing with my tits again, and I shake my head. ‘I can’t… it’s too much,’ I whimper, Kepa’s gaze on me hardening as his hand tightens at my neck.

‘You can, and you will. He won’t ask you again, princesa,’ he says, tone laced with sternness, and I let go of one of his shoulders to reach down and rub at my clit again, sparks of pleasure lighting inside me, more tears running down my face. He kisses them away before his lips find mine, the saltiness of my tears finding my tastebuds as well as the faint taste of my own pussy, a whiny moan sounding from low in my throat.

I can feel their paces becoming sloppy, their thrusts erratic and their hands frantic on me, like it feels so good that they don’t know what to do with themselves anymore. ‘Fuck, you’re so fucking tight. Such a good girl. I’m not gonna last,’ Mason says between deep breaths, voice strained. ‘Joder. Me neither,’ Kepa says unevenly, slapping my hand away to rub at my clit himself, his faster and harsher pace making me scream, body thrashing at the overpowering pleasure.

‘Fuck, I’m gonna…’ I trail off, mind too numb to think straight. ‘Go on, querido. Cum for our cocks.’ ‘Does our little slut feel good? Are you gonna cum for us, baby?’ Their dirty talk almost finishes me off, but it’s an in-sync thrust from both of them that pushes me over the edge, mouth open in a silent scream as my high hits me, body tensed and shaking. Mason’s orgasm follows close after, the boy burying his head in my neck as he cums with a low moan of my name, and Kepa’s is last, my boyfriend holding me down on his cock as he cums deep inside me with his head thrown back.

We stay like this for a few moments, breathing heavily as their cocks soften inside me. I shudder when Mason pulls out, feeling cold and empty when Kepa lifts me off him to lay me down on the bed, tension flooding out of my body and replaced with relief.

I spot one of the masks on the pillow and I reach for it, holding it and looking at it, paying no attention to the two of them as they move around, talking lowly. I stare into the dark eyes of the mask, a low thrill settling in my stomach at the sight of it. I always found Ghostface hot, but now? He’s number one on my crush list and I think it’ll take a lot to replace him.

‘¿Estas bien, mi amor?’ Kepa asks softly, and I put the mask down, looking at him with a tired smile on my face. His hair’s all fluffy and he’s put on some pyjama bottoms, the sexy checked ones I love on him. His top half is bare, though – I already know I’ll be tracing my fingers over his muscles before I fall asleep tonight.

‘I’m okay,’ I reply in a hoarse voice, my boyfriend coming to sit on the bed beside me, a wet towel in his hand. He cleans me up with a gentle touch, running the towel up and down my body to soak up all the sweat. Mason comes out of the bathroom a moment later, also wearing a pair of sexy checked pyjamas bottoms with no top, his hair just as fluffy. He comes over to the bed with a handsome grin, pushing my legs apart.

I feel shy as both he and Kepa look between my legs, both groaning at the sight. I can feel their cum dripping out of both holes, the sensation only making me wet again. ‘Fuck, that’s so hot,’ Mason says, scooping up their cum and pushing it back into me with two fingers, making me hum in pleasure, walls clenching around him.

They both get me ready for bed, Kepa cleaning my makeup off with a wipe as Mason takes off the remainder of my lingerie before handing me my Ghostface pyjamas, making me laugh at the irony of it. ‘Are you hungry, mamí?’ Kepa asks, suddenly reminding me of my cooking. ‘I put a pasta bake in the oven. It’s probably burnt to a crisp now,’ I say miserably, both of them laughing. ‘I turned the oven off before I chased you up the stairs,’ Kepa says, his responsible behaviour making me smile amusedly.

‘It still won’t be good to eat now though.’ ‘We’ll order pizza. Still Italian,’ Kepa says, and I roll my eyes but nod anyway – I love takeaway pizza. Kepa taps away at his phone as I settle into the sheets, already feeling myself drifting off to sleep. ‘What toppings do you want, Mase?’ Kepa asks, Mason looking surprised. ‘I was gonna go.’ ‘No, stay the night, please. I want morning sex,’ I say tiredly, the two of them laughing again.

‘How can I refuse you, babe? I’ll have whatever, I’m not fussy,’ Mason says, directing the last part to Kepa who finishes the order as Mason climbs into the bed beside me. ’30 minutes,’ Kepa says, and I let my eyes flutter shut. ‘I’m gonna have a little nap,’ I yawn, Kepa chuckling softly as he runs a hand over my hair, sending tingles through me. I snuggle down into the sheets, resting my head in Kepa’s lap and throwing my legs over Mason’s, my boyfriend playing with my hair as Mason massages my feet. This must be heaven.

‘Sorry for scaring you, babe.’ ‘Don’t be. I loved it. You’re great actors,’ I mumble, getting chuckles in response. ‘Liar. You knew it was us.’ ‘I doubted it a few times though. I really thought you were Kepa on the phone. Your Spanish accent is great,’ I say, Mason looking proud of himself. ‘I’ve got a good teacher,’ he says, the two of them bumping their fists together with big grins at each other, and I roll my eyes at their weird little bromance. Though, I suppose, if it weren’t for their bromance, I wouldn’t be nearly knocked out after the fucking of a lifetime.

‘I do have to say, though. You two have nothing on Billy and Stu,’ I say tiredly, the two of them scoffing. ‘Billy and Stu wish they were us,’ Mason says confidently, and I raise a sceptical eyebrow. ‘Okay. Which one of you is which then?’ I ask, both of them answering, ‘I’m Billy.’ I laugh as they bicker over who’s who, both of them making compelling arguments, but by the time they ask for my opinion, I’m almost fast asleep, a contented smile on my face.

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

A young fan of Chelsea runs on to the pitch to meet Kepa Arrizabalaga

Chelsea v Tottenham - January 05, 2022

📸: John Walton

275 notes - Posted January 6, 2022

#4

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318 notes - Posted August 12, 2022

#3

Steamy Confessions - C.P

Christian Pulisic x Reader

Thank you @greykitkepa for being an amazing beta reader!

Warnings: 18+, swearing, light choking if you squint, sprinkle of fluff

Word count: 1.6k

Summary:

Confessions after a very steamy moment

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“Shhhh, baby. Gotta be quiet or someone will hear us.” Christian whispers, leaning in so you can hear every word. Your reply gets stuck in your throat as he gently drags you to the edge of the counter by the back of your thighs, the action causing him to push himself further inside of you and your short, black dress to further bunch up around your hips.

To think that only minutes ago, both of you were sitting at the dinner table with your mutual friends, enjoying dinner and taking in the view. Now you’re here in a random bathroom countertop with Christian’s cock buried inside of you, his sweaty curls sticking to his forehead and a cocky smirk on his swollen and pink lips.

Throwing your head back, you let out a soft moan. Your eyes flutter close when his hand wraps around your throat. He pauses his thrusts to lift your head by the grip on your throat so you’re looking at him again. “Be good for me, baby. Keep your eyes on me.” He mumbles, keeping eye contact as he starts moving again.

He makes sure to thrust into you slow but deep, ensuring you feel every inch of him inside of you. You try your best to support yourself on your shaky and sweaty hands, failing when he suddenly thrusts into you again.

Christian chuckles at you, “Look at you. Messy little slut, for me. Crying and moaning for me. Only for me, right?”

He lets out a throaty groan when you don’t answer. He moves his hands so they’re resting on either side of you with your legs over his forearms as he thrusts a little deeper inside of you.

You only let out a satisfied sigh, too focused on the feeling of him inside you and making you feel good to even listen to what he’s saying.

“Don’t be a bad girl now, baby. Answer my question. You’re only moaning for me, yeah?” He leans in and asks again, the action causing his chest to press against yours and your legs to spread even further in his hold.

Your back arches as another moan falls from your mouth and your eyes flutter closed at the pleasure that spreads throughout your body.

You’re suddenly ripped away from the euphoric feeling by Christian quickly pulling out of you and wrapping his hand around your throat again. You let out a whimper, incredibly turned on by the dark look in his eye.

“Baby…thought you were going to be good for me.” He whispers, leaning in so he’s eye level with you. “Now I’m gonna have to punish you. Aren’t I?” He mumbles. Not waiting for your answer, he quickly but gently lifts you off the counter and bends you over the marble surface. You sigh and rest against the cool stone.

You hear him move around behind you before you feel him wrapping something around your wrists. It takes you a few seconds to recognise the familiar lace. You feel your face get warm as he ties your hands behind your back with your own underwear. The exact ones he made you take off and slip into his pocket after teasing you on the drive over.

You feel him tighten the fabric around your wrists, letting out a hum when he’s sure you won’t be able to untie yourself easily.

Your body lurches forward when he brings a hand down onto one of your ass cheeks, gently slapping it. He chuckles at the same time you let out a quiet moan. He smooths his hand over the red mark, smiling at the sigh you let out.

You don’t notice he’s moved until you feel his tongue running along your dripping pussy, teasing your hole with the tip of his tongue.

You feel his beard rub against the inside of your thighs as he gently licks you. He hums at the taste, the vibrations instantly going to your sensitive clit. Soft moans fall from your mouth as if you were singing a song. The song only he gets to hear, egging him on.

As if he’s trying to tease you, the moment you feel your whole body relax and give into him, he stops. He chuckles against the back of your thighs, knowing that you’re not happy by the whine you let out.

He gently kisses the back of your thighs, sucking a few small and light purple marks in a few areas. Making sure everyone knows you’re his despite not being anything more than friends.

When he’s satisfied with the number of marks he’s left behind, he stands up again. He grabs your hips with a groan and presses himself against you. He feels his still hard cock slide against your slightly swollen and dripping pussy, the tip barely touching your clit. He continues to tease both of you until he can’t take it anymore. Biting his lip, he slowly slides back into you. His head tips back and a low groan rumbles in his chest before slipping out of his parted lips, feeling you gently pull him in.

He grabs you by your tied hands and makes you stand up against him. He presses his sweaty chest against your back. He groans as he looks at your reflection in the mirror. He can see that your dress has bunched up more with every movement, the fabric now resting more around the top of your hips.

He takes in everything. How your hard nipples press against the fabric around your chest. How your neck and face are a light pink from being pressed against the counter and the temperature in the room. He takes in the little marks decorating your neck and the top of your chest, created by his skilled mouth. How you fit perfectly in front of him. Although the moment is intimate and with him buried inside of you, he can’t help but to think about seeing this exact view every day. The same view but instead of his hands holding your tied hands behind your back, his arms wrapped around you as he hugs you from behind. Instead of his hard cock inside of you, his fingers intertwined with yours and resting on your stomach. Instead of you wearing one of your shortest dresses, you’re wearing one of his shirts that only reaches mid thigh.

The sound of you whining brings him out of his thoughts about both of you.

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323 notes - Posted March 15, 2022

#2

chelseafc A school uniform with a touch of class….👕🎵

378 notes - Posted July 7, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

JUDE BELLINGHAM & BUKAYO SAKA - England v IR Iran: Group B - FIFA World Cup Qatar 2022 - Doha, Qatar - November 21, 2022

📸 Charlotte Wilson

530 notes - Posted November 22, 2022

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I Thank My Lucky Stars That You Were Brought Into My Life

Summary: Asa hates thunderstorms and only y/n singing to him calms him down.

Song: Can't Help Falling in Love - Elvis Presley

Requested: Yes

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Notes: gif credit to mi esposa (@kepaarrizabalaga1) i wrote this late last night when I should've been sleeping, requests are open

Asa lay between Kepa and Y/N, bottom lip wobbling as little tears paint his cheeks with watery streaks, resembling the heavy rain that washed the bedroom windows. He clutched his blanket against his chest like it was a shield, protecting him, but as the wind picked up and the thunderstorm continued to persist, his shield weakened. "Don't like it," he sobs, big brown eyes peering up at Y/N in the darkness.

"I know, bub," Y/N replies, brushing her thumb across both cheeks, wiping away his tears. She'd never known a time in Asa's short life that he had liked thunderstorms. He could never sleep through them as a baby and even now, at the age of four, he still refused. "But if you go to sleep-"

"No!" He shakes his head, squeezing his eyes shut and sobbing as another crack of thunder rumbles loudly outside. His head snaps to the right, panicked eyes watching as Kepa shifts to sit on the edge of the bed. "No!" Asa protests, sitting up. He crawls over to Kepa, the blanket dropping onto the bed, and takes hold of his arm. "Stay!"

Kepa twists to face Asa, running his fingers through his jet black curls and leaning down to kiss the top of his head. "I'll be back in two minutes," he tells him, standing from the bed. He turns to face the bed, extending his right pinky finger which Asa curls his much smaller pinky finger around. "Two minutes," Kepa repeats, before exiting their bedroom.

Y/N sat up, resting her back against the headboard, and opening her arms up to her son. Asa crawls towards her, laying his head on her chest as he cuddles into her side. She wraps one arm around him, her fingers absentmindedly running lightly up and down his arm as her other hand brushes his hair out of his eyes. He bunches her shirt tighter in his hand as thunder rumbles outside once more, burying his face deeper into her chest. She holds him tight, protecting him with the strongest love known to exist: a mother's love.

"Wise men say

Only fools rush in

But I can't help falling in love with you

Shall I stay?

Would it be a sin

If I can't help falling in love with you?..."

Asa calmed down at the sound of Y/N's voice softly singing to him; the ability to calm him with her voice, something she had been doing since day one, was her own little superpower. She had tested many different songs out on him, ranging from Guns N' Roses' Sweet Child O' Mine to simple nursery rhymes, but it was always Can't Help Falling in Love that seemed to be the one to calm him down and send him back to sleep.

"...Like a river flows

Surely to the sea

Darling, so it goes

Some things are meant to be..."

Kepa stopped as he reached the bedroom door, cemented to the spot when he hears Y/N singing. He had heard her sing before, both of them singing badly together in the car, or overhearing her performing a sold out concert in the shower when she thought nobody could hear her, but this time it was different. Kepa leans against the doorframe, not wanting to disturb them and just listening to her sing. Her voice was a soft whisper packing a hard punch of sweetness and love.

He had so many lucky stars to thank for bringing Y/N and Asa into his life; they were his biggest supporters, the people who kept him grounded and, more importantly, they were his family. And it was the little moments like these, ones where he could take a step back and have a look at the person he had become when he knew he had made the right decisions. Asa was his son and Y/N was the only woman he wanted to love for the rest of his life and nothing could change that.

"...Take my hand

Take my whole life too

For I can't help falling in love with you

For I can't help falling in love with you."

Y/N casted her eyes over to their bedroom door, meeting Kepa's eyes and mirroring his smile. Her eyes follow him through their bedroom and back to their bed. "He's asleep," she tells him, mumbling as she carefully shifts him to lie down on the bed.

Kepa lies his blanket over him, giving him one last kiss on the top of his head. "I know," he teases, lying back down, "I could hear him snoring from the bedroom door."

"He's not as bad as you, though," she giggles as he shakes his head dismissively. They both turn to face each other, Asa snoring his little head off between the two of them; Y/N reaches her arm across, intertwining her fingers with Kepa's and showing a half-smile as his thumb brushes against the back of her hand. "He's never liked thunderstorms," she tells him, gazing softly at Asa, watching his eyelids twitch as he begins to dream, "even as a baby he wouldn't sleep through them."

"What about you?"

Her eyes flicker over to him. "What about me?" He raises his eyebrows, a half chuckle expelling from his lips as the realisation of his question sets in. "I think they're beautiful," Y/N tells him, keeping her attention on him, "it's a reminder that even something as beautiful and as calm as nature has to let out a scream every once in a while."

"Thank you," Kepa whispers into the silent room after a few minutes of silence. They were both still awake, watching Asa sleep. "I don't know what good deed I did for you and Asa to come into my life but I wouldn't change it for anything," he further explains, bringing her hand up to his lips, kissing each of her knuckles, "I want you both in my life for as long as you'll let me be in yours."

Y/N detaches her hand from his, lying it against his face and brushing her thumb under his eye as she cups his cheek. "I should be thanking you for staying when you still had a chance to run," she counters, "and I wouldn't have blamed you for running; my life was in shambles when we first met and, if I was you, I would've probably run too. But you've been nothing but a gentleman to me and the perfect dad to him and so it should be me thanking you."

"Fate brought us together at the right time, mi amor," he says, taking her hand again.

"Right...fate," they both share a hushed laugh, "you definitely didn't nearly spill your coffee down me."

Kepa brings her hand once more to his mouth, kissing the back of it. "I'm going to ask you to marry me one day," he tells her, his brown eyes gazing back at her in the dark.

"And I'll say yes."

General tag list: @shanoontje @maseandkepa @weddingdisco @theblxefox @blueathens @ofxinnocence @masonchilwell @1-800-benji-chilwell @kepaarrizabalaga1 @mrschilly @superjackgrealish @geek-and-proud

[chrisishot]

Hi!!!! Can you write something about Kepa????? I was thinking the reader is very short, like 1,60 meters and Kepa is almost 1,90m so there’s a lot of height difference and she’s kinda insecure about it, but he recomforts her any way possible. Thanks so much!!!!!♥️♥️

omg ofc, i love it😍

Mi estrellita

rumors about Kepa dating Andrea Martinez started spreading, so you looked her up only to find out how gorgeous she is and get insecure about your looks and height

Uhg how much you hated keeping your relationship with Kepa a secret. But it was needed because you were the newest Social Media Manager in the Chelsea staff and most people would only think that you are with him because you wanted to get to the job. Even tho you have been dating for the past 4 months. The happiest 4 months of your life. You never felt insecure in front of Kepa, cause you knew he would love you any way.

Until 2 weeks ago...Some instagram and twitter chelsea fan accounts have been going on and on about how Kepa is dating a mysterious tall brunette. And you being 1,60 compared to Kepa who is 1,90 weren't very tall. So one morning you decided to dig up a bit and see who are they talking about.

After scrolling for a couple of minutes you saw a pic of Andrea Martinez. Tall, absolutely beautiful brunette with a smile that you cannot miss. You decided to look up her instagram and as soon as you saw the bio you thought you were about to faint.

"Good morning mi vida"said Kepa rolling on to his stomach so he can hug your waist and snuggle closer to you. "You look pale, are you okey?" he said looking up at you with his chocolate brown eyes. His hair was messy from all the turning in his sleep, his eyes tired but never tired of looking at you.

"No no I am just fine. You can go back to sleep mi amor" you said trying not to looks suspicious. After you said that Kepa closed his eyes again and fell asleep now snuggled into you.

Now that he was back asleep you went on stalking the beautiful model. The moment you saw her bio your heart sank..."Miss Universe" , "Spain" and Kepa was indeed following her.

No Kepa would never cheat on you, don't get any other ideas, but just the thought of him having Miss Universe Spain as a friend and a Miss Nobody made your heart sink. Why would he choose you over her? Is he cheating? Are they friends? Can you even compare to her? All of these questions rushing over you like waves making your anxiety spike up.

You scrolled fown her feed looking at her pictures. She was indeed very tall, naybe like 3 cm smaller than Kepa.

You decided to look her up in Google to and when you saw her height and how old she was you got very insecure.

She was around Kepa's age...and you were 5 years younger than him making you feel a bit left out.

She was a beautiful model and you were.....you.

The whole day you couldn't stop thinking about it. It was visibly bothering you. And Kepa saw it too. He saw the look in your eyes, the sadness pooling in them, he saw the way you walked...like you were trying to escape he saw how you couldn't even look him in the eyes, he saw the fake smile that never reached you eyes. He couldn't help but wonder what had happened, did he do something, did he hurt you?

You were sitting in the kitchen casually eating Nutella when Kepa walked in.

"Hey, mi amor" he said kissing the top of your head.

"Hey, Kep" you said putting your fake smile on again.

"What is wrong?" he said looking in your eyes.

"Nothing, Kep. What do you mean" you said not taking your eyes off the floor because you knew if you looked into his eyes you would break down.

"Ahhh, mi amor, I know something is bothering you just tell me,please." he said walking over to you and gently lifting you head to look at him. And in that moment you broke.

"Kep I know it would sound stupid, dumb or not worth worrying over but I just can't help it! It has been going around Twitter, TikTok and Insta about you dating some model...so I decided to dig up and I found that they were talking about Andrea. And I saw her instagram and that you were following her and-" as you were rumbling you saw his face expression change. "OH NO NO NO! I don't think you are cheating on me. I have trust in you. I am just wondering why would you be with someone who is a lot younger than you when you can have a girl who is basically Miss Universe and you even speak the same language! Like she can freely talk with you and your family while you have to translate most of the things I say to them. Do not get me started on our looks. She is tall, beautiful and talented and I am a midget that is still in uni.." you said finally letting everything out.

Kepa felt bad. Not because he pitied you, but because he loved you so much that he felt guilty. He felt guilty because he felt that he didn't give you enough....enough to make you love yourself.

"Mi vida, you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in my life.. Andrea is just an old friend of mine and I don't ever want to hear you think you are ugly and not worth it. Because you are! You are worth it to me! And today I just couldn't help but wonder why you were acting like this. I wanted to see your beautiful smile reach your eyes, I wanted to see your eyes twinkle just like now, I wanted to see you look at me like I was the only one. But you couldn't even look at me and I don't even blame you but I just want you to know that you are the most beautiful woman to me. And I love you so much, mi vida!" He said wiping you tears away and than kissing you.

You couldn't help but smile as the thought that somebody loved you with all your insecurities and more specifically that that one was Kepa.

"I can believe you just made me fall in love with you for the second time!" you said standing up and hugging him even tighter.

"Mi amor, I fall in love with you over and over again just when you look at me"he said higging you back as you lifted your head up to look at him. "Yep again" he said giving you a little smile.

"I love you, Kep."

"I love you too, mi vida"

[jchnstones]

Mason Mount | Are we Friends?

In which y/n crosses paths with mason for the first time after weeks of not talking after their breakup, and, as old feelings resurface, the uncertainty of just friends is clarified.

T/W: (18+) smut! teasing, oral, fingering, sexual tendencies etc.

note: besties omg this the first piece of smut I’ve ever written pls I hope it’s okay 🥺 I know it’s a little short but I’m trying to find my bearings ahhh anyways i would absolutely love feedback & I hope you all enjoy regardless <3

THE SUDDEN appearance of ben interrupted the ease of staring at mason from across the room. hand wrapped around a glass of whatever the waiter served you as you entered the room, your eyes were glued to the boy who stood, mid conversation with a group of his teammates, all dressed in a plethora of different coloured suits, accompanied by ties and bows. mason held a flute of champagne in one hand, the waving in the air as though he were explaining something, deep in the conversation. face serious, his eyebrows tugged inward as the pronunciation of every other word he spoke sent his dimples to the surface of his cheeks. he looked so beautiful when he was passionate.

“Earth to y/n?” Ben speaks, a hand waving in front of your face causing you to suddenly snap out of your trance. “are you okay?” he nods, brows raised. “ben,” you finally acknowledge, head jolting away from mason and to the boy stood in front of you. ben’s hair is slicked back with what you thought was way too much gel, a few loose wisps of hair shaping his face. His cheeks glow, as usual.

“hey.” you perk, forcing a smile. ben lifts his head, eyes scanning the faces around the room until he finds mason. he nods, sighing as his hand drops from your body and back to his side.

“why don’t you just go and say hi? he doesn’t bite.” ben points in masons direction with his own glass, your eyes follow. you shrug your shoulders, sighing. “I don’t know. isn’t it a bit soon?” you tip your glass back, lips around the brim as the last drip of champagne runs over your tongue. placing the empty flute on the table to your side, your chest deflates. “he misses you too, you know.” ben utters, lips perched together.

The breakup wasn’t messy, but it certainly wasn’t easy. you and mason had been together for almost six months when the distance got too much to handle, resulting in you calling it quits way earlier than you wanted to. after pining after each other for two years, you’d had him and lost him all in the space of half a year. there was so much love, but it was extremely hard being away from him so often. you’d thought ending it was the right the to do. With no kicking and screaming, the relationship ended with well wishes and an occasional exchange of messages.

“I’m just not sure he wants to be friends anymore.” folding your arms in to each other, you retain the glance at mason once more. you wish he’d run right over to you, tell a joke about the shade of lipstick you wore and how it was his old favourite. perhaps you’d joke about the time his buttons were wonky or the time he spilled beer down his front before going on stage at a ceremony.

“you’ll never know if you just stand gawping at him, will you?” bens elbow digs into your side, pushing you slightly causing you to take a step. You furrow your brows, nudging him back, a laugh leaving his mouth. “I’m right though, aren’t I?” He continues, almost patronising. you nod reluctantly, agreeing with him. “I guess so.”

“I’ll come over with you if you want?” ben holds his arm out, prodding you to take ahold of it. you hook your arm to his, lips pressed together forcing a smile. You could feel your heart beating overtime, hands starting to tremble as the two of you prance across the room to the group who huddle together by the drinks stand.

/

“mase.” ben says as he lets go of your arm. mason wraps his arms around bens midriff briefly, pulling away after a hurried embrace. ben greets the others, reece, kai, kepa. then a small silence.

“y/n, how’ve you been?” kai asks, shooting you a reassuring smile. the boys hadn’t fallen out with you since the split, keeping things neutral between both you and mason. “Good thanks. No Sophia tonight?” “unfortunately not. she’s a little sick so kept herself at home.” Kai nods, taking a small sip from his glass. you could tell they felt just as awkward as you did, with glances being shared from across the huddle.

“you still came then,” mason finally starts. the sound of his voice sent waves of dread over you, anxiety flooding your stomach. “I wasn’t sure you would, considering- well. you know.” he snickers, his fingers running through his hair. he’s yet to place his eyes on you, scared he’ll read the upset that sits on your face. “couldn’t miss the free buffet,” you giggle, hands holding each other nervously. “it’s good to see you.”

“we’ll give you a minute.” reece affirms, his usual adorable smile appearing on his face. he jerks his head to the side, gesturing for the others to follow after him. before leaving, ben places a hand on your shoulder yet again, leaning into your ear. “I’ll just be over there if you need me.” he assures, giving you a gentle squeeze. before you know it, you’re left alone with mason, who is readjusting his blazer with his hands. those hands. the ones that once were wrapped around your ‘pretty little’ throat.

now you’re closer then you’ve been for weeks, you can see every minuscule detail once more. his hair had grew a little, mason leaving it a little longer than usual on the top. with his stubble freshly shaven, you could see the cluster of red patches brushes against his skin. his lips shone as the light bounced off of them, making them seem just as, if not more kissable than before.

“Look, mase-” you start, mason shaking his head “it’s alright, y/n. honestly. we’re friends now, that’s alright isn’t it?” he ensures, smile reaching his eyes. he steps closer, fingers looping loose strands of hair behind your ears.

"but are we still friends?" you press. champagne swills around his glass, splashing up the sides. he moves his eyes from your his fingers, slowly scanning your body before he reaches your eyes. from the heels on your feet you so badly hated wearing, to the soft skin on your legs, up to your short, velvet black dress, and finally to your eyes he was once so madly in love with.

"well, I don’t think friends don't look at each other like that." you mumble, snapping your attention away from his flushed face. as your own cheeks grow heated, you fixate on the hustle behind him, trying to distract yourself from the growing warmth rushing to your clit. how could just a look send you so crazy?

he wanders closer, the pad of his finger brushing up your forearm. the sudden light touch sends shivers across your body, little shocks pulsating through your veins. "well then, what do friends look at each other like?" he questions, breath ricocheting off of your neck. he moves his fingertip to trace over your jawline, thumb brushing over your lips as he does so. you refuse to look at him, afraid he'll make you melt in an instance.

"I said," he mumbles, teeth almost grit together. he grabs your cheeks between his fingers and thumb and moves your face to look at him, a stern look smothered across his face. "what do friends look at each other like?" your faces are so close that you can almost taste every word that comes out of his mouth. you swallow, taking a heavy breath. "mase, not here." you manage to snap, eyes completely locked to his. he bucks his hips, bulge pressing against your body. your body jolts at the act, a quiet moan leaving your lips.

mason titters, pleased with himself. continuing to hold your gaze, he pulls his hand away from your face, leaning his mouth closer to your ear. “follow me, but don’t let anybody see us.” he whispers, words spiralling around your mind. you nod, taking a deep breath. heart racing, you watch as he wanders off into the distance, smiling at guests who walk past as though nothing is abnormal. after waiting until he’s further enough away, you follow, reaching a side door to the hall you were just in. perhaps a storage cupboard, about the size of a toilet cubicle.

-

as soon as the door is shut, mason pins you up against it, hands either side of your body. face blank, he stares right into your eyes, burning red flush across his skin. he’s seething, just as much as you are. perhaps he’d missed you in more ways than one.

“do friends look at each other like this?” he mutters, smile growing. hesitant to move, you stay still, searching for whatever answers you could find behind his eyes. only inches apart, masons stare falls to your mouth as he proceeds to lightly run his tongue over your bottom lip, slipping it into your mouth as he presses kisses against you. with each kiss, his force against you gets harder, the bristles of his freshly trimmed beard scratching at your skin. passionate.

eventually pulling away, mason kicks off his shoes desperately unbuckling his belt, he steps out and away from his trousers. standing in nothing but his briefs, his hard cock throbbing underneath the material, he unbuttons his cotton shirt, stripping it off. he throws it across the tiny room, instantly placing his hands onto your body. his hands make their own way up your body, squeezing your boobs making you breathe out small moans in desperation. he trails his fingers to the hem of your dress, tugging it up hurriedly. “off.” He demands. you lift your arms up, mason stealing kisses in between pulling the velvet over your head. he drops the dress to the floor, Leaving you stood in nothing but your bra and underwear. “my favourite set,” he admires, the memory of the same thong and bra he’d bought for your birthday sprawled on your bedroom floor only months ago flooding back. “almost as if you knew we’d end up here”. he brushes over the lace that dangles from the bra, fingertips trailing down from the middle of your breasts, across your stomach and over your waist.

falling to his knees, mason starts to tug at your underwear with his teeth, leading them down over your thighs. snickering, he lets go, watching as they fall around your ankles.

after you step out of them, mason lifts your leg up over his shoulder, heel resting against his back. with only one foot firmly on the ground, you knew this would be hard to stay upright.

“You’re already so wet for me baby,” he states, lips parting to reveal your bare clit. he moves his fingers closer, brushing against the sensitive area. gasping, your back arches against the door, eyes closing. mason proceeds to press his pads to your clit, rubbing his fingers softly in circles and he warms up. he watches as you flinch with pleasure, smug grin plastered on his face.

his motions get faster progressively, your whines getting louder as he speeds up. “Quiet baby. Don’t want anybody hearing us do we?” mason stares up at you, questioning. you shake your head hurriedly unable to speak. pressing your lips together to contain the volume of your moans, you run your fingers through his hair, gripping him closer to you. his fingers slip into you, hips bucking once more. as the pace picks up, you ride his fingers into a rhythm, every thrust hitting the right spot. his thumb rubs circles over your clit as his fingers continue slide in and out of you.

“is that good?” He asks, watching as you whimper against him.

“y-yes, mase. so fucking good.”

he proceeds to replace his thumb with his tongue, swiping it across your slit before pressing on to your clit. he brushes it slowly at first, his fingers still at pace inside of you. insides full of all kinds of emotions, your legs shake, threatening to buckle from beneath at the new sensation of mason latched on to you. luckily mason had a hold of you, in more than one way.

“faster.” you beg, the feeling of your orgasm coming close. mason hums against your clit, the vibration from his laugh adding extra pleasure. his fingers pick up pace, tongue flicking faster over your clit as his eyes flick from your face and back to his actions, making sure he’s doing everything right according to you.

“mase I’m gonna cum,” you breathe, head thrown back against the door as your nails grip his now messy hair. your ride into his face, pleasure rippling all through your body. gasping, you slow down the pace of your thrust, mason slipping his fingers out of you. he stands, eyes catching yours as he proceeds to place his fingers in his mouth. he licks your juices off his pads, grinning as he does so. “you taste so fucking good.” he says, standing in front of you.

“but I don’t think we’re finished here.” You mutter, eyes studying his hard cock in his briefs. you hum, stepping forward to press your palm against his bulge. mason whimpers, hips jolting back with the shock.

“back against the door,” you demand, moving so he slips into the warm space you were placed only moments ago.

mason now pinned against the door, you waste no time devouring him. you tilt his head with your thumb, lips sucking on the skin of his neck. teeth biting, your tongue runs over the spot, sloppy kisses accompanying. mason hums, soft moans echoing down your ear. fuck. there was just something about mason being verbal that turned you on, his grunts and gentle moans powering over your body.

“wanna see those sloppy rep lipstick stains against my cock,” mason mumbles, eyes closing with pleasure. his head presses against the wood, lips slightly parted as his breathing gets heavier the lower down his body your kisses get. you pause as you get closer to his shaft, causing mason to snap his eyes angrily down to you. “don’t stop now,” he pleads. tilting your head forward, your puppy dog eyes gape up at him as your tongue runs over your bottom lip, teeth tugging at the skin. “please,” he begs once more, fingers running through your hair.

“do friends look at each other like this?” you mimic patronisingly, pouting. mason breathes, unsure whether or not to say anything. Instead, he moves his hand across his chest, the feel of your hand wrapping around his cock sending vibrations across his body. you start to pump him slowly, pre cum already leaking from his tip. “we haven’t even started yet baby,” you mumble, fingertip lightly doing rounds on his end. leaning in to him, you softly press kisses down his length, lipstick already staining against his skin. you slip him in to your mouth, a little bit and then all at once.

mason hums, head leaning back once more from the pleasure. he bucks his hips, pushing himself deeper into your throat, creating a comfortable rhythm. one hand pressed against his thigh, the other wraps around the latter of his cock, pumping him as your head bobs back and forth. “so fucking good princess.” he breathes, fingers gripping your hair tighter. he glances down at you, mouth glued around him. lipstick smudges across your face, the same colour smudged across his dick. “look so beautiful.”

his moans encourage you to work faster, your eyes peering back up at him as they meet his. as you both hold the contact, masons lips part slightly, eyebrows raised. “getting closer,” he breathes, his thrusts getting deeper. his cock crashes against the back of your throat, causing you to choke slightly as his pumps get faster. you clasp your lips tighter around him, the pressure making his eyes roll. continuing the pace, you twirl your tongue around his tip, tasting every last bit of him. you’re reminded of the countless other rendezvous that ended in this incident, but he never felt quite as good as he did right now, deep in your mouth. perhaps the idea of being “just friends” made this feel better, both knowing secretly that you’d not been able to keep one another out of each other’s mind.

“fuck baby, I-I’m gonna cum,” he announces, body shivering as his climax comes close. he grunts with every further pump, your hand joining your other around his shaft as your mouth moves away from him. twisting his shaft the final few times, cum oozes from his cock as he lets out one louder, longer moan. realising his volume, he clamps a hand over his mouth, grumbling into his fingers. you watch as he shudders, shoulders deflating as the rush arrives and leaves in an instant. “that was incredible my angel.” he pants, catching his breath.

you stand, pressing your body against his. bare skin touching, you cup his chin with your thumb, lips lingering above his. “I wonder what just friends would say about that.” you whisper, smile reaching your eyes. you plant a carefully kiss against his lips, then again, and again. perhaps you’d kiss him forever, never let him go again.

“I still love you,” mason stutters between the kisses, hands wrapped around your waist. “I know,” you reply, pulling away from him. The pads of your fingertips trace over his jawline, warmth radiating from him. “I love you too.”

[football-and-fanfics]

3 with Kepa please x

Thanks for your request. Hope you'll like it :-) 3. "Try to get some sleep, you'll feel better." xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Their annual summer training camp had taken the Chelsea squad to North Spain this year, and was in full swing. Kepa was thoroughly enjoying himself, being back in him home country for a short while and having fun with his teammates. On the fifth day, though, he woke up with a headache. He probably should have decided right away to skip training, but got out of bed to participate anyway. Hoping the headache would clear away on its own, Kepa got dressed. After 30 minutes of training, Kepa was scolding himself for his decision. They were practicing free kicks and after each ball he dived for Kepa felt his now pounding headache grow even worse. It took him longer to get back up to his feet after each dive he made, and his concentration was seriously starting to be a problem now. Tuchel watched his goalkeeper work, a frown deepening on his face. Everything about Kepa seemed off today: he was slow, sluggish even, and his coordination wasn't as usual. Doing a lot of things he usually didn't and acting so off today, made that Tuchel had some serious questions about Kepa's well-being. "Kepa!" Tuchel called his goalkeeper over after yet another shot went in which he should easily have been able to stop. Kepa jogged over to his coach. "Something up, boss?" He tried to hide the fact that he was on the verge of collapsing from his severe headache. "I could ask you the same thing." Tuchel passed the question right back at Kepa, looking worried. The fact that his goalkeeper was slightly swaying on his feet, had not eluded Tuchel either. "I'm..." Kepa started. He was about to say he was fine, but the black spots now starting to cloud the edges of his vision made him rethink that answer. "Bit of a headache." Kepa finally mumbled. "Am I right to conclude you're toning that down?" Tuchel winked. Kepa smiled, flustered. "It feels like I've got a migraine." "That's what I thought," Tuchel nodded. He rested a hand on Kepa's shoulder. "Get changed, I'll arrange for someone to take you back to the hotel." "That's not necessary." Kepa slowly shook his head. "I need to continue the training. They're practicing free kicks, they can't do that without a goalkeeper." "Yes, they can." Tuchel nodded firmly. "And I'm sure Edou will gladly take over from you. Just go back to the hotel. Try to get some sleep, you'll feel better." Kepa blew out a deep breath, looking almost as if he deflated. His shoulders dropped a few centimeters and he bowed his head. "Maybe I should." "Not maybe." Tuchel smiled compassionately at him. "That is what you're going to do." "Okay." Kepa mumbled, starting to give into his migraine. Tuchel gave Kepa's shoulder a soft squeeze. "Get some rest and keep me updated, will you?" Kepa accepted quite gratefully now. "I will." Tags: @glam-khal, @evie-pr, @gryffinwars, @auawdo, @meteora-fc, @mmmufc

[footballerimaginess]

A Huge Prompt List

Basically we all know I can’t resist a good prompt list, so when I saw @emwritesfootball doing this. I had to stop myself from doing it, I crumbled lol. So I am only blaming myself here and only me.  This is a huge prompt list I know, so I will take my time getting through it. But I thought it was a bit of fun and I loved all the prompts. Credit to the very talented page @creativepromptsforwriting who created these lists.  Request with the number as well as which list you are choosing from. I will write beside it who got which prompt. If you do any ideas for the prompt, let me know. Also if a prompt has been taken, I will see if I can do multiple players on that request for you. Enjoy reading through the huge list. x 

Touching 

touching foreheads Declan Rice

running fingers through hair Harry Winks/ Mason Mount 

hiding face in neck Eric Dier 

caressing the other’s hand Dominic Calvert Lewin 

feeling their pulse Kepa 

patting the other’s head Marco Asensio 

holding hands

shielding the other one with their body Ben Godfrey/Dominic Calvert Lewin

listening to the other’s heartbeat Trent Alexander Arnold 

spooning at night Kieran Tierney 

laying their hand on the other’s neck Marco Asensio

pushing a strand of hair behind their ear Martin Odegaard 

nudging the other one Mason Mount 

putting an arm around the other’s waist Sergio Ramos 

hugging each other Christian Pulisic 

massaging them 

holding the other’s chin up Dominic Calvert Lewin

squishing the other’s cheek Reiss Nelson 

high fiving

bandaging/stitching up an injury Jordan Henderson 

kissing the other’s brow Reece James 

falling asleep on the other’s shoulder Martin Odegaard

carrying the other one in their arms Roman Burki 

whispering in their ear, lips touching the skin Sergio Ramos 

stroking the other’s arm soothingly Jadon Sancho 

kissing the top of their head Mason Mount

pulling the other one towards them Dominic Calvert Lewin 

feeling for each other in the dark James Maddison

tickling the other one

grabbing onto their arm

doing a pinky swear Reece James 

caressing the other’s back Ben Chilwell

tasting their smile Ben Chilwell 

washing the other’s body Roman Burki

kissing their bruises and scars Trent Alexander Arnold 

lifting the other one up

putting their head on the other’s chest Dominic Calvert Lewin 

stroking their leg Calum Chambers 

leaning into the other’s side Jadon Sancho 

patting them on the back

sitting close and knees touching Eric Dier 

braiding the other’s hair Jadon Sancho 

giving them a piggy-back ride Pierre Emilie Hojbjerg 

sitting on the other’s lap Scott McTominay 

feeling their temperature Ben Chilwell 

linking arms with each other

touching their elbow to get their attention Ruben Loftus Cheek

dancing with each other

holding onto the other’s shoulders for support Jack Grealish

putting a hand over the other’s mouth to shut them up

Kisses 

goodnight kisses Harry Winks 

hand kisses Jack Grealish/ Pau Torres

smiling while kissing Ben Chilwell 

lips barely touching Federico Bernardeschi 

morning kisses Declan Rice 

slow kisses Patrick Bamford 

passionate kisses Mason Mount 

kisses on the cheek Leighton Baines 

first kisses Jadon Sancho 

goodbye kisses Reiss Nelson 

welcome home kisses Ousmane Dembele 

kisses on the corner of their mouth James Maddison 

frustrated kisses Virgil Van Dijk/ Joe Rodon 

kissing each other breathless Dominic Calvert Lewin/Son Heung Min

soothing kisses Mason Mount

nose kisses Declan Rice/ John Stones

kisses as a promise Jesse Lingard 

short pecks Ben Chilwell

forehead kisses Ollie Watkins 

kisses on head Sergio Ramos

“we’ll face this together” kisses Marcus Rashford 

kisses in the rain Son Heung Min/Leon Goretzka 

life-or-death kisses

kisses for a cover Eric Dier 

hard kisses

giggling while kissing Martin Odegaard

desperate kisses

neck kisses Mason Mount 

hushed conversation in-between kisses Dominic Calvert Lewin 

eyelid kisses

gentle stroking of cheeks Eric Dier 

small kisses Martin Odegaard

kissing it better Roman Burki 

jaw kisses Pierre Emile Hojbjerg 

wake-up kisses Emile Smith Rowe

kissing away tears Japhet Tanganga

public kisses Ben Chilwell 

relieved kisses Callum Hudson Odoi 

kisses for comfort Martin Odegaard 

tummy kisses Jadon Sancho

kisses to shut them up Eric Dier 

slowly kissing down the body John Stones 

“we’ll see each other again” kisses

kissing each finger John Stones 

sleepy kisses Virgil Van Dijk 

angry kisses Pedro Neto 

feather-light kisses Christian Pulisic 

kisses with trembling lips

secret kisses Mason Mount/Dominic Calvert Lewin

kisses with their last dying breath

Hugs 

friendly hugs James Maddison 

hug around the waist Ansu Fati 

hugging while twirling around

comforting hugs Jack Grealish 

side hugs Kai Havertz 

hugging and gently holding the other’s head James Maddison

pulling someone into a hug Matty Cash 

hugging while walking

eye-to-eye hugs

hiding their face in the other’s neck Callum Hudson Odoi

clinging to each other Marco Asensio 

hugging while lying down together Jadon Sancho 

group hugs Mason Mount

hugging with head on shoulder Sergio Ramos 

tender embrace

‘not wanting to let go’ hugs Declan Rice

hugging from behind Mason Mount 

bear hugs Harry Winks 

hugging with hands in each other’s pockets Marco Asensio 

cuddling Reiss Nelson 

hugs and kisses Martin Odegaard 

hugging and jumping up and down together

familiar hugs

hugging with height-difference Tammy Abraham

gentle hugs

hugging with patting on back

piggy back hugs

quick hugs Ben Godfrey 

hugging while slow dancing Harry Winks

one-sided hugs

hugging while straddling the partner Mason Mount 

long-lasting hugs Martin Odegaard

‘picking them up’ hugs Kylian Mbappe 

hugging while grabbing butt Roman Burki/Ben Chilwell

cuddle pile

Hand Holding 

tiny hands in big hands Eric Dier 

calloused hands in soft hands

cold hands in warm hands Kieran Tierney

hands with the perfect ratio to each other for hand-holding Eric Dier 

platonic hand-holding Tyrone Mings 

running their thumb over the other’s hand Jadon Sancho

dancing with their hands holding onto each other

squeezing hand for comfort and encouragement Callum Hudson Odoi 

holding hands across the table Ruben Loftus Cheek 

happily doing everything with just one hand, if it means they don’t have to let go Martin Odegaard

not wanting to lose each other in a big crowd Matty Cash 

possessive hand-holding Billy Gilmour 

linking hands together during sex Jadon Sancho 

grabbing hand to show them something Joe Rodon 

loosely holding onto each other’s hands, laying in one’s lap John Stones 

only linking the pinkies together, not ready to let go completely

holding hands while skating

excitedly grabbing each other’s hands during a concert, jumping up and down together

playing with each other’s fingers Ben Chilwell 

pressing the other’s hand against their cheek Dominic Calvert Lewin

holding hands while one is balancing on a small wall

grabbing the other’s hand to pull them back from something Tyrone Mings 

holding hands under the table Ben Godfrey 

only realizing it when they have to let go

standing in front of each other, holding both their hands Tammy Abraham

holding their hands above their head, fingers linked together

passionate hand-holding Harry Winks

grabbing the other’s hand so they don’t fall

holding hands while running through the rain

brushing against each other, linking fingers together for a second

grabbing their hand to grab their attention Reece James 

not really paying attention, both doing something else, but still holding hands

bandaging the other’s hand and not quite letting go James Maddison

holding hands while driving Leon Goretzka 

grabbing the other’s hand to pull them back to them Sergio Ramos

unconsciously searching out each other’s hand while sleeping Dominic Calvert Lewin

not realizing they’re holding hands till someone points it out Eric Dier 

swinging hands back and forth, skipping like children

holding hands in a museum to pull them to the next exhibition Tom Davies

letting go when there is an obstacle in their way and immediately grabbing each other’s hand again when they pass it Emile Smith Rowe

loosely holding onto each other’s hand

dragging the other with them, holding their hand

raising the other’s hand to their lips to kiss it softly Mason Mount

holding hands while jumping down from somewhere together

comparing hand sizes, then linking fingers together Tyrone Mings/ Martin Odegaard

Casual Affections 

smiling at each other from across the room Dominic Calvert Lewin 

randomly texting a gif or emoji

laying their hand on the other’s leg Ben Godfrey 

kiss to the side of the head Mason Mount 

squeezing the other’s shoulder

fixing the other’s clothes

guiding them with a hand on the small of their back Ben Godfrey/Mason Mount 

embracing them from behind Memphis Depay 

ruffling their hair

placing their chin on the other’s shoulder Dominic Calvert Lewin 

calling them nicknames Jadon Sancho 

winking at them Dominic Calvert Lewin 

teasing each other good-naturedly Billy Gilmour

putting an arm around the other’s shoulder

washing the other's hair Jack Grealish 

taking a photo of the smiling or in their element Tyrone Mings 

looking in each other's eyes Dominic Calvert Lewin 

putting a blanket on them Dominic Calvert Lewin 

tugging at the other's clothes to keep them close

making them food they like Eric Dier 

laughing at their jokes Tyrone Mings 

placing a hand on the back of the other’s neck Mason Mount 

brushing strands of hair away Loris Karius 

patting their head Jadon Sancho 

sharing an umbrella

bumping shoulders into each other John Stones 

randomly face-timing just to hear their voice/see their face Jadon Sancho 

pressing their foreheads together

nudging them to show they are right beside them

laying their head on the other’s shoulder Trent Alexander Arnold/ Dominic Calvert Lewin

[toomuchchelsea]

can u do a kepa one where the two of you have been liking each other for a long time, and you’re hanging out with him at a pool party and the two of you are playing around in the pool and he finally admits his feelings to you 🥺💗💗

enjoy, bubs x

The moment you’d seen him in nothing but his swim shorts, your breath caught in your throat. You’d liked Kepa for a long time and you suspected he liked you two; you two flirted a ton but nothing came out of it. Maybe today would be your lucky day.

You two spent much of the pool party Azpi threw just hanging out in the pool, just swimming around each other and talking. It felt like you two were in your own little bubble, especially when Kepa started teasing you by going underwater and pulling your leg to scare you or pushing you into the pool when you were lounging by the edge. 

You’d finally got a moment to rest when Kepa went off to grab a drink. But when he returned, and saw you laying on your back, floating around peacefully in the pool, sun practically gleaming off your body, he knew he had to tell you.

When you noticed him renter the pool, you chuckled. “Finally! I thought you’d forgotten about me,” you teased.

“I could never forget about you,” he breathed out. Something about his tone was different so you peeked an eye out to watch him. “I like you,” he blurted.

You knew exactly what he meant, how he meant it. “I like you, too,” you whispered back, not knowing where this was gonna go.

Still, you were glad you said it because the next moment, Kepa’s hands were encircling your waist, pulling your body to his and his lips finally met yours. And, it didn’t disappoint. Kissing him felt like everything you’d ever waited for, everything you could need for the rest of your life.

When you pulled away to the sound of all your friends watching you and shouting in celebration––this really had been a long time coming––you smiled at Kepa. And, then you jumped up and pushed his head into the pool because nothing had changed really. You both always felt that way about each other; now, it was just known by everyone else. 

When he came back up, you grinned mischievously before pulling him into another kiss. Just because you could.

[torentialtribute]

Empower the boss or there will be more player mutiny 

It was a shame that before Kepa Arrizabalaga and his teammates decided that Chelsea's manager did not matter, Maurizio Sarri had a very good afternoon at Wembley

His strategy worked largely, and even if it was initially negative, his team was at least not 4-0 behind the rest, as they had previously been against Manchester City.

His introduction of academy products Callum Hudson-Odoi and Ruben Loftus-Cheek were preferred by formerly skeptical supporters, especially Loftus-Cheek was not like Matthew Kovacic coming for Ross Barkley, as usual

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Granted, it was not the most ambitious of schemes, but he had tried to simply dump it. with Stad earlier this month and that did not go well.

With 15 minutes normal time to go, Chelsea delivered the best move of the game; indeed one of the most beautiful passages of every team's game this season.

Finally they played in one of the best footballers in the world, Hazard, who passed the succession of Manchester City defenders to release it to Peter.

And then, instead of shooting, Pedro tried to bring the pass back and Oleksandr Zinchenko cut it for a corner.

But there it was: Sarri-ball. An echo of football that Napoli played at its best. Had Peter had the courage to finish, it might have been the goal of the season.

So Chelsea has to decide what they want. That – or at least its promise – or the chaos that enveloped them in the last minutes of extra time.

And it is an expensive exercise.

Similarly, the steady dedication to compensation and recruitment is one: it has already cost them Pep Guardiola, who said on the weekend that he had never considered becoming the manager of Chelsea because of the short-term treatment of managers. of the reasons why Chelsea remains a selling club. They have to exchange to make the balance books. It is an unhealthy condition, all around.

And it is not only exclusive for one club. Leicesters players have apparently done it again – Claude Puel participates in Craig Shakespeare and Claudio Ranieri by not finding favor with a group whose only wish seems to be to play their biggest hits again.

In a city whose motto Semper Eadem is – always # & # 39; as if that is something to be proud of – the players seem very resistant to change.

Jamie Vardy and his teammates may have talked about trying to adapt to Puel's demands, but the dripping, dripping of negativity about the manager and his methods told it differently.

Leicester has sacrificed." Leicester has sacrificed. How many weeks have these players spent in fifth place since they won the competition? No. Sixth? No. Seventh? They played the position for a week in 2017-18, and for three short proverbs this season, all under Puel.

He also had eighth, between matches 16 and 34 last season, and for another six weeks in this campaign.

At the moment Leicester lives in 12th place, separated from eighth by eight points. And we must believe that this is entirely the fault of the manager, that margin.

No possibility of problems passing from an aging squadron to a younger one;

In terms of getting the best out of the players, Leicester defeated Manchester City, Chelsea and Wolves this season and moved to Liverpool.

Schmeichel Snr claims that they are as high as the fifth – the position that is now occupied by Manchester United.

Leicester is not the fifth best team in the country, if the players are told, it's no wonder that a manager is good enough. They are high in the middle high, on the worst average in the middle of the table, where Puel had them. Watford, Wolves, West Ham, even Crystal Palace, are on the same boat.

But with all those other clubs the manager is supported. Puel was not. And if the players of Leicester Ranieri can get rid of what he has done, they can get rid of everyone.

The club tries to Brendan Rodgers seduce Celtic, a man whose favorite style of playing has just as much in common with Leicester's winners as Sarri-ball with Harry Bassett.

So how will that end if you have the well-known tweaks? Leicester & # 39; s owners also have a choice. Do they let the dressing room dictate, or support the next manager in an attempt to evolve the club?

The great myth about the display of Chelsea on Sunday was that the players gave everything for Sarri. During the broadcasts it was rolled around a few times, but the insubordination told the real story.

Chelsea & # 39; s players played in the final, on a big podium, with a trophy and medals at stake. They did it for themselves – as they did against Tottenham in the last four, in similar circumstances.

When Sarri needed them – when they had to intervene on his behalf, he was deserted.

Cesar Azpilicueta, the captain, claimed not to know that the goalkeeper drama was even unfolding;

This is a culture that comes from the top. Chelsea, like Leicester, has stripped the manager of his authority and reaped the benefits.

Heavy-handed clubs think they are in control but instead have to slip into the locker room. However, it is never too late to change.

The choice is simple: empower the manager, or watch helplessly how history repeats itself. And repeat. And repeat.

Getafe can turn their fairytale story into the Champions League reality

Head south on metro line 12 from Madrid and you will eventually pass Getafe, apparently the city itself, but increasingly

The football club with a ground capacity of less than 18,000, but on average it attracts a little more than 10,000.

They are on course to qualify for the Champions League next season and to be put off

Their striker, Jorge Molina, is 36 years old, their coach, Jose Bordalas, was a third world footballer who took over in September 2016 when they took second place in the second level, his 15th leading position.

Getafe's entire squadron costs about what Lionel Messi earns monthly and includes the 34-year-old Mathieu Flamini, last seen in and out of the Crystal Palace team that Sam Allardyce just kept in the Premier League.

Given the enormous financial benefits that were enjoyed by the biggest clubs in Spain for so many years, Getafe even had an opportunity to hit Europe in order to reach Europe is remarkable.

The coach's contract contains no bonus for reaching the Champions League, because such a result was considered impossible.

It was the same in Leicester three years ago.

How important is money for Champions League success? Let's hope that Getafe also lingers, every new name in the Champions League is, in its own way, the fairy tale. Well, consider this: in the 2018-19 edition, during the eight qualifying groups, 15 of the 16 teams that progressed between the two clubs with the richest squadrons.

Only Ajax ahead of Benfica in Group E surpassed that trend – but these clubs were closer in squadron value than all second and third placed teams in the tournament.

There have also been 32 knockout places in the past five years, but only 32 clubs have filled them. It makes the greed of Europe's elite even more horrible: they already have their damn super competition.

There have always been many players who have pushed the ball to the ground with their hand? And are referees always so hopeless to see it?

Fulham probably goes down without outside help, but the Javier Hernandez equalizer for West Ham on Friday was ridiculous.

That it was also about the fourth such event in the Premier League of this season is very worrying.

Heaton looking for the best bet

Javier Hernandez & # 39; s equalizer for West Ham was a ridiculous way when I used his hand to score

Pickford will still be the goalkeeper of England at the final of the European Championship in 2020.

He has 50 pounds who says he will not. I thought Jack Butland would regain his place in the next two seasons.

I start to fear that he might be lucky, through Tom Heaton. At the moment it looks the best.

How squash cooler is then breakdancing

Explanation of the expected breakdancing recording as an Olympic sport in Paris in 2024, according to the organizers there were more than a million B-Boys and B-Girls in France. So then the light sword is dueling.

Serge Aubailly, secretary of the French fencing authority, recognized last week that fighting against the Star Wars style & # 39; – with apparently meters long fluorescent tubes – was a sport. people do not play sport nowadays and only practice with their thumbs, "said Aubailly. We try to create a bond between our discipline and modern technologies. & # 39;

If the Olympics are just a home for local quirks, why would you stop boring breakdancing? And what self-respecting B-Boy would want the approval of those corrupt old scrotes at the IOC?

This is meant as a counterculture – every real B-Boy hates the term breakdancing, which is a mainstream media corruption of a movement that started on the streets of New York, through the music of DJ Kool Herc. And now they have involved Thomas Bach and the IOC crew. Unbelievable.

Yet it has the disadvantages.

British athletics has been hit on the goal to win seven medals at the World Athletics Championships by UK Sport.

Does this include ringers, athletes who are cherished and actually produced by other countries – such as Zharnel Hughes, who was born and raised in Anguilla and who fought for Britain only at the age of 20?

If so, then it is quite clear why British Athletics are happy to work international rules to their advantage. It makes their numbers sound; and medals mean money.

& # 39; I just want Super Sinckler to ripen a bit

& # 39; Kyle Sinckler is a cheap target for some experts, "tweet Will Carling. you want to take it out, & repeated Eddie Jones, & # 39; but he is a young player in the elevator. Take care of him, hey. "

No solution can be further from reality: contrary to these protests, most observers named Sinckler as one of England's leading artists in Cardiff before giving away three penalties and removing them.

Because it was Jones who did the removal, you think I agreed. And that's all. That's the allegedly awful appraisal.

Very where Jones and Carling get the idea that the knives are out, who knows?

Sinckler was, for the most part, brilliant in Cardiff. He will be brilliant again. With a good wind, it will be brilliant by two World Cup cycles at least, maybe more.

That's what people want him to. And also that he will mature and give no more points in vital competitions – but should Jones certainly hope for that?

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[neverinadream]

A Happy Ending

Summary: Y/n offers to give Kepa the full service when she offers to massage him after a particular rough training session.

Warnings: 18+, minors dni, handjob, oral (m recieving)

Requested: Yes

Smut Masterlist

Notes: just a little bit of smut for you, requests are open (also my brain went blank ending this so if it reads awkwardly that's why)

Kepa groans as Y/N's hands massage his lower back, the muscles in his back tighter than normal after a particular rough training session. Having a masseuse for a girlfriend had its perks, of which he was finally learning as she continued to massage him. "You're really good at this," Kepa mumbles, his head resting against his folded arms.

Y/N chuckles, "I should hope so." Her hands move up his back, settling on the bottom of his neck and moving outwards as she massages his shoulders. "Feeling any better?" Y/N asks him, the vocal response of a satisfied groan enough of an answer to know how he was feeling. She chews her bottom lip, hiding a smile as one thought pops into her head. "I know another way to relax you," she whispers, leaning down to kiss up his spine.

"¿Corazón?"

Y/N shushes him, continuing to lay kisses now against his shoulders. Her lips trail up the back of his neck and along his jaw as he turns his head to face her. "Turn over," she whispers, kissing the corner of his mouth. Kepa raises his eyebrows, watching her kneel at his side. He half-laughs as she pokes his side, nodding his head and turning over onto his back. "I think you deserve the full service," Y/N tells him, straddling him once more.

Kepa settles his hands on her thighs, the tips of fingers disappearing under the ends of her cotton shorts. "And what does the full service entitle me to?" He asks, having the slightest inclination into where this was going. His eyes leave hers and watch carefully as her hand travels down his chest, fingers walking over his skin. She gives him a wink, lifting her hips a little to give room to her hand as it sneaks inside his shorts. "Ah," she grins as he groans, her hand palming him through his boxers, "I hope you don't give all your clientele the full service."

"Only my favourites."

Kepa's eyes slowly close, finding himself getting lost in the slow build-up of pleasure as her hand continues to palm him through his boxers. His lips part but there's no sound, just his breath catching in the back of his throat. "Oh, god..."

"Not God," Y/N giggles, leaning down to kiss his chest, "just your beautiful girlfriend, who is amazing with her hands." Her lips trail up his body, kissing his neck until she reaches his ear. "And I've been told she's pretty good with her mouth too," she whispers into his ear, grinning as he groans at the thought of her pretty mouth wrapped around him. Her lips press a kiss to the spot below his ear, lingering for a second before she's pulling away. "Wouldn't you say I'm pretty good with my mouth too?"

"So good," Kepa mumbles, opening his eyes. There's nothing boring about brown eyes, Y/N thought to herself, retrieving her hand from his shorts and cupping his face in her hands. And even now, as their bedroom lights hit his eyes, his brown eyes melt into golden rays, circling around eclipses. "¿Qué?" He utters, gazing up at her. "¿Qué pasa?"

Y/n shakes her head, sweetly kissing his lips. "Now, that full service I promised," she whispers, shuffling herself lower down his body. Her fingers curl around the side of his shorts, his hips lifting as she pulls both his shorts and his boxers down. "Ready?" She asks, winking.

"If you don't do something soon, I might just combust, amor," he over dramatises, sucking in a deep breath as she wraps her hand around his shaft. Kepa's head falls deeper into the mattress, hands lying flat against the covers. A low groan leaves the back of his throat as she slowly jerks him. "Por favor mi amor," he pleads, desperate to feel something other than her hand.

"Patience, bebé," she grins, leaving her hand wrapped around the base of his shaft.

Kepa's breath is shaky as he feels her tongue swirl around the tip, groaning when she finally takes him in her mouth. She chuckles at his reaction, the vibrations causing more groans to filter from his lips. His hand lifts off the bed, threading his fingers through Y/N's hair and gently pressing down on the crown of her head. She lets him set the pace, giving in to him as he guides her.

"Jesus," he breathes out, holding her in place as he nestles in the back of her throat. He waits a few seconds, releasing his grip to let her pull back, before pushing her back down. The same action is repeated a few more times, his groans evolving into deep moans as his pleasure quickly builds up. "Just like that," he praises, nodding his head and dropping his hand away from her, "just like that, amor, just like that."

Y/N grins proudly as she pulls away, using her thumb to break the string of spit, before continuing to jerk him with her hand. "How are you liking that full service?" She asks, taking a second to catch her breath and tease him. A snigger leaves her lips as he can only buck his hips into her hand and eagerly nod his head. "Now," she licks her lips, "how about that happy ending?"

His hand finds the back of her head, fingers curling once more in her hair, rising and falling as she bobs head. He utters a string of Spanish that she doesn't understand but a rush of rambled Spanish was always an indication that he was close. "!Sí!" He moans, repeating it under his breath. His head frantically nods, eyes squeezing shut, fingers tugging on her hair as he cums.

Y/N swallows as she pulls away, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand and sitting herself up. She giggles as he stares up at the ceiling, dazed and in a post-high blissful trance. "Feeling relaxed?" She asks, running her fingers through her hair, fixing the mess he had created.

"Very relaxed," he answers, shifting his gaze to her. She mirrors his grin, crawling up his body. "Very, very relaxed," he repeats, murmuring against her as she kisses him.

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[neverinadream]

We Don't Talk About Bruno

Summary: Arlo's become obsessed with Encanto, especially one song in particular.

Song: We Don’t Talk About Bruno - Encanto

Requested: Yes

Dad!Kepa Masterlist

Notes: this is short, not that good (in my opinion) but I've tried rewriting this twice and it came out the same each time, requests are open

Arlo slotted his arm through Y/N's legs, hugging her thigh as she stood at the kitchen counter. He looks up at her, his thumb in his mouth and the end of his nose rosey from the current cold he was battling. She ruffles her fingers through his hair, the soft brown curls slipping easily through them. "Bruno?" The five year old asks her, requesting to watch Encanto, or just Bruno, as Arlo would call it, for the third time that week. A bright smile splits his cheeks as she nods her head. "Bruno, Bruno, Bruno," he repeats excitedly.

Kepa walks through the kitchen door, his kit bag still hanging off his shoulder. "Who's Bruno?" He asks, kneeling down to Arlo's level.

Arlo slaps his hand across Kepa's mouth, shushing him. "We don't talk about Bruno," he says, shaking his head. He removes his hand and wraps his arm back around Y/N's thigh. "Never talk about Bruno," he repeats, squishing his face into her.

She giggles at Kepa's confused eyes that gazed up at her. Who's Bruno, he mouths to her, leaning in to kiss her cheek as he rises to his feet. "Oh, you know, just a seven foot person, with rats along his back," Y/N tells him, bending down to pick their son up, "he can tell the future too." Her answer only leaves him further confused. "I'm surprised you haven't heard about him already; buddy, here, has been singing the same line from the same song for the past week."

"I just thought it was something he picked up from nursery," Kepa answers innocently, shrugging his shoulders. He dips down to kiss the top of his head, his hand cradling the back. "¿Cómo está?" He asks, softly brushing his thumb against his hair. "Is he any better?"

"Clingy, a little irritable and won't let me out of his sight," Y/N answers, lifting Arlo higher up her hip, "a lot like you when you're ill." Kepa rolls his eyes, leaving her to grin at him. "But he's a lot better than he was this morning," she updates him.

Arlo looks up at her, curling his hair around his finger. "Bruno now?" He turns his head to find Kepa, the upper half of his body leaning towards him. "With papá," he insists, wrapping his arms around his neck and letting go of Y/N before she has a chance to hand him over.

"What's the film called?" Kepa asks, holding Arlo against him.

"Bruno."

"Encanto," Y/N answers, already predicting that he was going to be humming the songs for the next week, just the same as she had. "You're going to love it." He raises his eyebrows. "Oh, I would rather answer emails and spare the last of my sanity than watch that film again," Y/N explains, giving each of her boys a quick kiss on the cheek. She smiles as she steps around them, glancing back at them as she reaches the door. "Enjoy!"

Kepa returns to the living room later that evening, after putting Arlo to bed, humming We Don't Talk About Bruno. He lies his head in Y/N's lap, his long legs hanging off the arm of the sofa and turning his attention to whatever was playing on the TV. It hadn't even occurred to him that he was humming the song under his breath, the action occurring the same way our bodies know that they need to breathe. Naturally.

Y/N hides her smile behind her hand, suppressing her chuckle. "Baby, you're doing it again," she teases him, threading her fingers through his hair.

"Doing what?" He asks, looking up at her.

Her tongue pokes the inside of her right cheek, unable to stop the quick burst of laughter that spills out. "You don't know you're doing it, do you?" She questions him, another quick sequence of giggles spilling from her lips.

Kepa frowns, eyebrows pinching together until lines form on his forehead. "Doing what?"

"How many times did Arlo make you replay the We Don't Talk About Bruno scene?"

His bottom lip drops away from his top lip, the slight awe of surprise in his eyes. "How did-?" He shakes head, forgetting his previous questions. "Three times," he mumbles, looking back at the TV, "why?"

"Only three? It took me at least five times rewatching scene before I was humming it under my breath." She chuckles as he whips his head back to look at her; he opens his mouth the speak but she nods her head, silencing him. "Just try not to hum it whilst you're training," she dips down to kiss his forehead, "I wouldn't want the boys to tease you."

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