#i’m ready to be a trophy girlfriend let’s do it

[f1smutwriter]

|𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 (𝐜𝐥𝟏𝟔 𝐜𝐬𝟓𝟓)

Dom!Reader x Switch!Charles x Sub!Carlos

Summary: Charles and their girlfriend just decided to show Carlos how proud they are of him. So they fuck him til he feels like a winner.

Warnings: SMUT! Oral (mostly fem rec but a bit of male), dirty talk, dom/sub, rough sex, unprotected sex (I’m not gonna say yes NO), anal, face sitting, creamie pie, overstimulation, hair pulling, pinning, pet names (mommy/momma, daddy, pretty boy, our baby boy, am I sorry no not one bit), mommy kink, daddy kink, just pure fucking filth and I don’t think I’m okay, Carlos being an extreme sub with his pretty puppy dog eyes, intense subspace, fluff, etc if I missed anything

Notes: to the person who requested I’m sorry you don’t get a notification because I’m still new to this and posted it by accident. I’ve done that twice and it’s annoying. So again I’m sorry. Hope you enjoy this ones for you!

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I see my two boys on the podium smiling brightly, Carlos looking at me with his pretty puppy dog eyes full of joy, and Charles smiling with a smirk since he knew what we were gonna do to our boyfriend after this ceremony. Once the Spanish anthem finished, Carlos got his trophy and metal with his bright smile. Everyone cheering for him making me smile at my boy. Him, Charles, and one of their best friends Lando started spraying each other with champagne making me smile softly giggling since they were having fun.

Once they had come down they both ran to me holding me and kissing me. “Did so good my loves” I whispered softly as they hold each other while kissing me. I feel Charles come up to me and whispered in my ear “we’re gonna reward him tonight right” he asked making me chuckle from his eager he was. "Yes baby were gonna reward him" I whispered back to Charles making him kissing my cheek extremely excited.

“What are you guys talking about” Carlos said clueless making me smile softly. “Nothing carñio” I say lovingly kissing his lips softly making him whimper. “Is my baby needy” I smiled teasing him while running my fingers through his hair. He just blushed while hiding his face into my neck making me giggled slightly. “That’s not fair Charles was already teasing me in the drivers room” he whined slightly making Charles chuckled holding his waist.

“What was he doing carñio” I asked softly as I rub his abs softly making him stutter and his legs almost give out. “Was whispering in my ear on how good you guys were gonna fuck me” He whimpered in my ear making me look at Charles. “Were you teasing our pretty boy, making him all hard” I asked Charles making him blush bright red.

“Ready to go home me and Charles are gonna treat you so good baby, we’re gonna fix this problem” I say while palming his hard on through his pants making me groan in my neck. “P-please amor need you so bad” he whined as he leaned his head back on Charles shoulder, as Charles sucks soft hickeys on his neck. “You’re so needy huh Carlos, just need her pussy and my cock don’t you” Charles growled in his neck making Carlos moan out as I stick my hand in his pants stroking his cock.

“Y-yes need y-you s-so bad” he whined making Charles chuckle and me to stroke him fast. “Who do you need pretty boy” Charles teased as he bit Carlos’s neck. “Y-you d-daddy” Carlos whined making Charles blush and look at me. “Aww did the name get you all flustered handsome” I asked Charles in a mocking tone.

“Gosh and to think you both act all tough on tv” I teased them making them both whine. “Stop it, no more teasing just want I go home” Carlos whined as I squeezed his tip making him gasp loudly. “Let’s go home baby” I whispered as we go to the car the sky being pitch black and the wind blowing. I go into the driver seat and see Charles sitting on Carlos’s lap making me laugh as I start the car and start driving to our house. I pay attention to the road then I heard Carlos’s needy moaning making me turn and see Charles grinding his hard on against Carlos’s.

“Wow giving mami a show” I asked softly as I see Charles go faster making them both moan loudly. “Faster” I demanded making Charles go even faster seeing Carlos go into that space he loves to go in when he’s a sub. I see Carlos beg me for something. “M-Mami need to cum please” he moaned making my legs squeeze together feeling my wetness soak my pants. “Is daddy making you feel good. Oh yeah making you feel so good, but no you can’t cum mi amor” I teased as he moaned loudly when Charles goes even faster both of them about to cum in their pants. “Gosh both of you are pathetic humping each other like dogs” I teased them making them both cry out in pleasure. I see Charles take out his cock stroking while rubbing his ass on Charles hard-on.

“Put it away now before I only get to fuck Carlos and you have to watch” I threatened making him whine as he puts his cock back in his pants. “Are we almost there” Charles asked with teary eyes as he was already denied one orgasm. “Yes baby boy we’re almost home and if your a good boy like Carlos you can suck his cock” I smiled as looked extremely excited at the mention of having Carlos’s cock in his mouth, and making Carlos moan loudly when he heard what came out of my mouth.

Once we get home they both bolt to the door making me giggle softly. I opened the door making them grab me and take me to the room. “What are you guys doing” I smiled as they threw me on the bed making me roll my eyes. I get off the bed watch them both make out Charles dominating Carlos is a very unusual sight to see. Carlos is ninty-five percent of the time dominating Charles but it’s the opposite today. “So pretty baby both of you” I say as I rub their hard cocks through their pants making them groan in unison. I push Carlos on the bed kissing him lovingly as I unbuckle his pants and taking them off making my mouth water seeing his bulge.

“Please need your mouth” Carlos begged making me smile as I look at Charles. “Been so good and so patient baby suck off our winner today okay” I whispered as I kiss Carlos’s neck making him whimper. I see Charles go on his knees pulling down Carlos’s boxers making his member spring out hitting his abs making Carlos hiss. “Gonna be good for him okay, be as loud as you can show him how much he’s making you feel good” I whispered in Carlos’s ear while running my fingers through his black hair as I see Charles suck on his tip. I hear Carlos let out a loud moan making his hips thrust up, pushing his member in Charles mouth fully.

“Down” Charles warned as he pushed Carlos’s hips down before sucking him off fast and sloppy. Carlos moans out as his head leans back into my neck as he cried out in my neck. “T-too much cha t-too m-much” he cried as Charles squeezed his shaft hard as he heard the name Carlos called him. “That’s not my name you know what just name is ma chérie” he growled before sucking him off faster, making Carlos cry out feeling his thighs tremble from the intense pleasure. “M-mami c-can y-you sit on m-my face” he begged me making me giggled softly, as looked up at me with his big puppy dog eyes. “Yeah want mami’s pussy on your face” I whispered softly as he whine while nodding. I start taking off my skirt and panties making him whine as he sees me bare cunt.

My knees on both sides of his head as I hover over his making him whine. “P-please mami” he whined before he moaned loudly as Charles sucks him off harder but every time he was close to cumming he pulls away making Carlos whine loudly about it. I sit fully on his mouth making him moan out from the taste of my juices dripping in his mouth. I moaned out throwing my head back he wraps his arms around my thighs so I do get off of him. “So good for me making me feel so good while Charles has his mouth around your pretty cock” I whispered closing my eyes soaking in the pleasure, of his tongue on my clit making me moan out.

I then moan out when Carlos starts fucking me with his tongue as he moans and whines against my cunt since Charles starts deep throating him. Making him fuck his mouth to find his release as he brings me closer and closer to mine. "Fuck gonna make me cum" I moaned out as he sticks his tongue out so I can fuck myself on it. I moaned out loud gripping his hair and pushed his face deeper into me making him cry out. "Baby he's close" Charles finally speaks as he jerks off Carlos to leave him on the edge of his orgasm. I get off of his mouth making him whine as I sit on his chest, "Gonna cum" I asked him softly and all he does is not and bucks his cock deeper into Charles hand.

"Make him cum Charles" I say softly as I see him put his mouth back around Carlos red cock. “F-feels so good Joder” he moaned making me laugh, I then look behind me and see Charles barley being able to fit Carlos. “Aww gonna cum in his mouth” I teased making him nod frantically as I see his abs twitch and his eyebrows knit together as he cums loudly in Charles mouth making me smile. Charles sucks him dry to make sure he got every last drop in him. He then came to me and kissed me spilling a bit of Carlos’s cum in my mouth making me moan softly at the taste.

“Fuck you taste so good” I groaned out as I swallow the cum that was in my mouth. “Ready to make me feed good” I asked him softly as he nods begging to make me cum. I see Charles grab the lube and coat his fingers in it. “Gonna stretch you out baby” Charles whispered as he slowly slipped his first finger in Carlos’s tight hole making the Spaniard moan out curses in Spanish making me smile since i understood. “Feel good like when Charles fucks with his fingers” I asked as Charles goes knuckles deep and hits his prostate making Carlos moan out.

“P-please wa-fuck want your cock in me” Carlos cried out as he clenched his hole around Charles fingers making him groan. Charles looks at me for permission, making me nod a yes as he coats his aching cock with lube. I see him take Carlos into missionary so I can ride Carlos at the same time. He slowly slips in with ease making them both moan out in unison. I then hover over Carlos’s cock and slip it in my entrances as I groaned out from the large stretch he gives me every time.

“Fuck your so big always stretch me out so good” I moaned out as me and Charles start out thrust harshly slowly building a rhythm that we all like. I moaned out loudly as Charles reached between me, and him to rub my clit knowing I was close just by my facial expressions. “You might be the one in control right now, but you better fucking cum” he growled dominantly making my orgasm come closer just from that sentence. “Please please gonna cum” Carlos stuttered out seeing how deep he was in that little headspace he loves to go in. I moaned loudly cumming all over his cock making him cry out and squirt his seed in my cunt. “Fuck” Charles groaned as he thrust a couple more times and cums in Carlos deeply making the boy stutter under me.

“I grab the water and snacks and you grab the towel before he wakes up and starts crying” I whispered as I get off of him and put on a big shirt running to the bathroom. “Baby you still have c- fuck it’s all over my floor” Charles groaned and went to the kitchen to grab snacks and waters for us three. He comes in and sees me cleaning up Carlos whispering sweet nothings in his ear making him whine slightly. “You clean yourself up to” he whispered to me as I nod softly, he kissed my head softly before saying how much he loved me. “I love you too the both of you my boys” I smiled lovingly at them both as Carlos cuddled deeper into me making me smile as Charles scratched my head making me fall asleep softly.

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The next morning

“Baby where the fuck is Carlos” Charles said getting out of bed frantically hoping the boy wasn’t in subspace anymore. “What the hell do you mean where’s Carlos he’s right he- where the fuck is carlos” I say getting out of bed just as fast, running around the room and upstairs trying to find him.

“Why are you guys running” Carlos asked staring at us weird while he brushes his teeth making us both sigh in relief. “We thought you wer- you know what never mind don’t worry about it” Charles said before he fell back onto the bed. “You guys left drops of I don’t know what on the floor it could be soap it could be something else but I cleaned it up” Carlos said as he went back to the bathroom to finish brushing his teeth. “It’s your fuck cu-“ Charles was about to shout before I slapped him.

“Shut up and go to sleep it’s to damn early for you shouting” I say before going back to sleep. “I’m so proud of you baby did so good for us” i whispered to Carlos making him smile as he kissed my forehead and I fell asleep.

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Notes: what was very eventful and very graphic. I hope you guys liked it lowkey took me longer then I expected the next book is gonna be a smut and you guessed it, about Charles leclerc so I hope you guys like this one and the other smut is coming soon. Also if you see mistakes just ignore it because I swear my fingers were going 100 mph. ANYWAYS BYEE

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Doctor II Ona Batlle x Lucy Bronze

masterlist I word count: 1642

summary: Ona loves to tease Lucy with her doctor title but underneath the banter she misses her girlfriend while being away at the Spanish nt camp.

Doctor Lucia Bronze had a ring to it, Lucy had to admit.

Being awarded an honorary doctorate was a great feeling. Not as great as winning trophies with a football team though but it was still a special moment for her.

One that she was devastated not be sharing with her girlfriend.

But Ona called, of course, as soon as the ceremony was over and Lucy was back at her new flat in London. The English defender took the video call while she slipped off her incredibly uncomfortable shoes and flopped herself onto the sofa.

“Good evening, Doctor Bronze.“, Ona grinned at her through the screen.

Lucy rolled her eyes with fondness: “Ona.“

“What?“, she asked innocently. She knew exactly what Lucy meant.

“You don’t have to say that all the time. I’m not a real doctor.“

“Oh, but I can tell you kind of love it when I call you that.“, Ona smirked back at her.

Lucy wasn’t the type of person who turned red at such comments so she studied Onas face in the small screen and shrugged nonchalantly: “Maybe.“

Ona let out a laugh and then disappeared, the screen wobbled like her phone was being passed around. Lucy knew this could only mean one thing: Ona was still in the dressing room after training and the other Barcelona players were listening.

Salmas face now greeted her with one raised eyebrow: “Congrats, Lucia. Onita hasn’t shut up about your doctorate ever since.“

“She exaggerates!“, Ona protested. Her cheeks were slightly blushed as she wrestled the phone back from her teammate.

Lucy bit back a grin: “Oh, does she? Because you sounded very excited for me.“

Ona glared at her but before she could say anything, Irene reminded her: “Don’t talk too long. It’s almost dinner time.“

“Sorry. They’re so annoying.“, Ona apologized, shaking her head about her teammates.

Lucy smiled but it never reached her eyes: “Don’t tell them but I miss them being annoying already.“

“Speaking of it, now I remember why I called. The Chelsea interview with you and Millie. You said you were calling your mum? Seriously, I’m not your mama!“, Ona laughed.

Lucy only replied with another eyeroll.

Millie and her had done a Mini mic interview to announce her transfer to Chelsea. She had said hat her mum was the last person she called when in fact, they both knew she was on the phone with Ona only minutes before they filmed the interview.

It was just a silly video for the fans to get to know the new player better, so she didn’t think her answer mattered much.

“You know exactly why I said that.“

“Yes but everyone could sense that you were lying.“, Ona replied and she definitely sounded proud about the fact that she had been the most recent phone call.

“No one can prove that!“

“Thank god.”, she whispered gratefully, thinking about how people were ready to interpret everything they did and said which could allude to their relationship. In this case the mum reply was the safest for everyone.

“Only we know the truth.”, Lucy told the younger defender.

“And the truth is I miss you.”, she confessed with a sad smile. The Spaniards unhappy expression didn’t match the special smiley necklace her girlfriend had gifted her. 

“Oni..”, her lover began empathetically. The older woman heart sank seeing her in this state, especially when she couldn’t reach out to embrace her.

“Hm?”, Ona tried her best to keep the upcoming tears at bay.

“I miss you too, but we talked about this.”, the English player reminded the younger one softly.

“I know and it’s the best for you.”, she let out a deep sigh.

“We’ll be fine. Promise.”, Lucy vowed seriously.

“I believe you, amor.”, the Barcelona defender answered.

“I’m a doctor, you can trust me.”, her lover winked.

Automatically her lips turned up into a smile, it didn’t matter that it was a bad joke.

“So, what do you recommend against longing and yearning, Doctor Bronze?”, Ona asked her girlfriend, running a hand through her open hair which fell in soft waves.

At that sight Lucy had to close her eyes for a second, oh how she wished to be that hand touching it, the urge was almost overwhelming.

“I’ll prescribe you calls with your girlfriend everyday and some distraction by your teammates.”, the older woman smirked.

“Good advice, come on Ona dinner is ready!”, Leila interrupted them grinning.

“You heard her.”, the younger Spanish defender groaned.

“Enjoy your meal, pretty girl.”, Lucy nodded amused.

“Enjoy London, doc.”, she responded cheekily.

“I’ll.”

“Talk to you tomorrow.”, Ona promised, blowing a kiss to the screen of her phone. Ignoring the laughter, she received by doing such a cheesy gesture by the younger players.

“Can’t wait. Good night.”, she bid farewell.

On the next day it was Millie who realized that her new club teammate had something on her mind.

“Oh, hello Doctor Bright.”, Lucy greeted her with an absent-minded smile.

“Hi Doctor Bronze, is it missing the girlfriend hour?”, the blonde assumed.

“It’s. She’s struggling quite a bit with the move.”, she admitted, biting her lip.

“That’s sad, but understandable.”, the Chelsea captain remarked.

“I think she’ll get used to it.”, Lucy said optimistically.

“Do you think you’ll surprise her with a short visit?”, Millie wiggled her eyebrows.

“I might.”, she revealed.

“That’s surprisingly romantic for your standards, Bronzey.”, the Blonde teased her.

“Shut it, Bright!”, the former Barcelona defender demanded, shoving the teammate playfully.

Millie laughed in reply: “Never, you should know that by now.“

Ona was engrossed in a conversation with Patri when Barcelonas training ended a few days. She frowned when Patri suddenly stopped talking about her newest coffee preferences and instead stared at a point behind Onas shoulder with her eyes wide.

“Ona!“, she said with urgency in her voice.

“Yes?“

“Look!“, Patri said, her face lighting up in excitement.

The defender rolled her eyes: “I don’t fall for that again, Patricia.“

This time it was her teammates turn to roll her eyes: “I mean it this time.“

“You’re just joking again. I know it.“

“Fine…“ With a sigh, Patri grabbed the defender by the shoulders and turned her 180 degrees.

Onas jaw dropped once she spotted Lucy walking towards the training pitch.

“Oh my god…“, she mouthed.

Lucy grinned at her: “Surprise.“

“You’re really here.“, Ona said quietly as if she had to remind herself.

“Of course I am.“

Finally, a smile spread across the Spanish defenders face: “Wow, I can’t believe it.“

Patri pushed her towards her girlfriend: “You know, she’s not a projection or a hallucination. You can go hug her.“

“Go, Oni!“, Aitana cheered from behind her.

“Sorry.“, Ona laughed slightly embarrassed and crossed the few steps to hug Lucy.

“Hi.“, Lucy whispered, holding her girlfriend close.

Ona fully relaxed in her arms: “Hi, good to see you.“

“Good to see you too.“ Lucy replied and pressed a kiss on the top of Onas head.

“Wait, let’s go somewhere more private.“

“Please.“, Luca agreed.

Ona took her girlfriends hand and pulled her with her towards some empty rooms under the watchful eyes of her teammates.

“Here it’s just the two of us.“, the Spanish football player smiled as she closed the door behind herself.

Lucy took a step towards her: “Finally.“

Without another word, Ona grabbed Lucys face and pulled her in for a passionate kiss. She had already missed her girlfriends lips on hers. She was starving for her, she never wanted to come back up for air again. But she had to and when she did, Lucy smirked at her: “You really missed me, huh?“

“I mean what I say.“, she shrugged while her arms were snaking around her girlfriends waist again.

“And you kiss like you mean it.“, Lucy grinned.

“Good.“

The English defender kissed her once more. This time it felt less like satisfying a craving and more like pure indulgence.

“I hope this will last you until I can come visit again.“, Lucy smiled mysteriously.

Ona stared at her for a moment, trying to read her facial expression until she understood: “Wait, you’re joining us in Paris?“

Laughing, Lucy shook her head: “No. But I will come watch you.“

“That’s amazing.”, the younger woman beamed at the older one.

“See, you don’t have to wait that long.”, she noted.

“The best news.”, Onas’s grin deepened.

More serious, Lucy put a hand to her girlfriend’s cheek, looking into her brown eyes to see her immediate reaction to the question she was about to ask. “What do you think? Can we handle the long distance?”

The Spanish defender didn’t need to think long. “Yes, I think we can.”

“I think so too.”, the older woman agreed calmly.

“It’s worth it.” A deep sigh escaped Ona’s lips.

“What’s wrong?”, the English defender asked with worry in her voice.

“I’m just glad you’re here.”, the younger player answered honestly.

“I’ll stay for a bit.”, Lucy assured her, smiling warmly.

Suddenly Leilas head loomed into the room, a smirk was playing on her lips. “Will she stay forever?”

“Forever?”, Lucy repeated laughing.

“I thought you liked Disney movies or is it just the Lion king.”, the Manchester City player teased her.

“Let’s just say, I might not stay here forever. But I’ll stay forever in her life.”, the new Chelsea defender declared lovingly.

The way she looked at her made Ona feel warm and fuzzy inside. With her doe brown eyes, she glanced back with the same intensity as her girlfriend. “I think forever sounds perfect.”

“Forever is good for me too.”, Lucy whispered into her ear, ignoring the gagging noises Leila made. This moment was undoubtedly meaningful to them. They’d be able to handle everything the long distance, the yearning and the longing, their love was strong enough for it.

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Hiiii could you do a chubby reader with like 1999-2000s em and like how the media would react to him being with a girl that's bigger than him? But basically 1999-2000s em x chubby reader? Ly <33

I hope you enjoy!!

Pairing: Eminem x plus sized! Reader

Synopsis: He was a popular yet controversial figure in the limelight. He doesn’t appeal to the glamour shots of the industry, but it’s not easy to ignore the wave of women that surround him. Of course, that’s a given after being bestowed as ‘girlfriend’, but that wasn’t what thrived your concerns.

Christina Aguilera and Eminem. Two of some of the hottest artists taking over the Y2K era have caught themselves into this ongoing cat and mouse game. Christina merely started It for the attention, the drama – though she did find him attractive, until much like any other gossip girl, her lips moved far too much and became another name to this man’s list.

Eminem, on the other hand, already had himself a lady. Granted, it started off rough after the divorce with Kim and his current girlfriend being responsible and protective of her heart, but nonetheless, he was a newly taken man by a beautiful woman. However, that was Marshall. As Eminem, by Paul’s words, he has a rep to protect and is involved with a business that thrives off of appearances and glamour rather than emotions.

Specifically, pure emotions.

Once he caught wind of Christina’s ongoing compliments toward him that slowly turned into cheap disses that not even a five-year-old would spew, he played the game. He entertained her and the media, she tried to bring in reinforcements in the form of little Britney Spears. Caught during a childish game, Spears supported her former co-worker as a woman and a friend until her father tightened the reigns and Christina was gone with the wind.

Despite the words and lyrical disses tossed between one another, no careers were destroyed over the feud. Instead, the only harm that came from this – outside of Britney realizing Christina wasn’t a good friend – was his relationship.

“Marshall, if you like her, then you like her,” you huff, marching around the kitchen as you make dinner. “There’s no need for you to drag this out or act like some pre-school boy. If you wanna go then do it before dinner’s done, so I don’t make too much.”

The dyed blond leans against the counter, shaking his head. “Baby, that’s not what’s happenin’ and it never will. Christina just talks too damn much, she started to speak on Kim an’ our divorce an’ then our relationship. She nearly put your information on blast, baby, on the fuckin’ radio!”

“And let me guess, you protected me by complimenting her figure? Standin’ on stage, calling her your reward for a damn trophy?” Your lips curled, snarling, ready to smash the half of the onion in his eyes.

He shakes his head, “that’s, that’s not what happened?” Your head snaps around, “word? As if that shit wasn’t aired? Marshall, don’t piss me off, right now.”

“Not that, I didn’t mean to say that,” he stutters, “but like, she’s a beautiful woman, just talks too much.”  You slam your hands on the other side of the counter, glaring him down. “You engaged her bullshit because she’s pretty, Marshall. She’s the new eye-candy with the picture-perfect body, you wanted her, and you thought it would slide.”

“Well, it didn’t. You’re about as subtle as a damn goldfish surrounded by Koi fish. If you want someone new, someone familiar, hell, a fuckin’ model then be my fucking guest, but don’t you dare insult my fucking intelligence.”

Distracted, you storm out of the kitchen and for the bedroom. He follows, face scrunched with confusion. “What the hell are you talkin’ about? I’m not insultin’ shit, if anyone is insulted it’s me.”

You stop at the doorway, fingernails gripping into the wooden frame to restrain the urge to just throttle the shit out of him. “What… the fuck?” You gawk at the rambling man. “Do you ever, like, listen to the words that leave your mouth or is everything impulsive?”

“You’ve insulted me multiple times as if I don’t notice shit. You did it when you sought after me when your divorce had yet to be final, you did it when Kim kept stopping by my apartment half naked and lookin’ for you, and you’re doing it now with Christina. I’m sick of the bullshit, Marshall.”

He raises his arms, exasperated, “what do you want from me? Huh?” He steps closer, “obviously, there’s somethin’ deeper on your mind. Talk to me.”

Involuntarily, a pout forms on your lips as your body shrinks into itself. You shuffle to the edge of the queen size bed, sitting down. Your face begins to sink as the wear and tear of your demons, your insecurities – the little voices in the back of your head, take over. You were no longer the raging girlfriend who’d stomp around, wave a knife or something, and end an argument with her word as law. You were the little girl who watched everyone she knew find love – the good and the bad – while she stood in the background, waiting her turn.

The same girl who no one would willingly choose, the inspiration behind the heartbreaking dares and victim of explosive, public outbursts and humiliation. All because her heart was as big as her stomach and as warm as her hugs. As that little girl grew older, taller, bigger, the shadows of the past followed her with devotion. It tainted friendships, dates, and even small social interactions. To her, eyes were always watching her. Focused on the way she talked, how many times she stuttered, how’d she walk, how’d she dress.

Her life was a show. She was the fool and people were her audience.

You and Marshall, in another world, would’ve never come into fruition. He’d be a player, yet a gentleman, eyes focused on his music, his daughter, and the skinny groupies that followed his every move. He could’ve flirted and bashed singers like Christina and Britney without worrying if his woman at home would flip out. His decisions would be based on the moment and not on the memories. Meanwhile, you’d live life in a loop, stuck in her bubble of nerves.

“Baby?” He whispers, falling to his knees in front of you, hands hover over your knees. “Talk to me.”

You begin to tremble, fingers clutching onto your lips in hopes to distract you from the pain that wished to spill. “Do you,” you breathe, “do you actually like me? Could you close your eyes and imagine me as I am, happily? Curves and all? Could you… could you look at me and know that even in a different timeline, we’d be together?”

“Where’s all this…” She cuts in with a small shake of her head, “just answer me, please. Just for tonight.”

He gulps, nodding, “yes. I do like you. When I close my eyes and think of you, every inch appears. I can’t, ugh, I can’t focus on just one feature. And – and when I do, I feel at peace. Like there’s nothing expected of me. If things were different, I don’t think we’d be together. I’d think you would meet someone far less douche than me, who thinks about you before they act recklessly.”

You break into sobs, your head shaking repeatedly. Back and forth, back and forth. “Then why… why won’t you go outside with me during the day? They already know you’re dating again, so why keep me hiding? I don’t care if, if we were spending our time at a fuckin’ park, I just want to spend time with you. Out of this goddamn apartment, staring at the same fucking walls!”

“You saw how the media weaseled its way into my marriage with Kim,” he sighs. “Granted, a lot of our problems stem from before the fame, but once the paps started showin’ up at fucking McDonalds or just, whenever I was with family, things got rough. They followed me, stalking for any source of material and stalked her, hoping to catch her in a scandalous moment.”

He looks down at his digits as they mindlessly rub at your smooth skin. “There wasn’t peace, there wasn’t privacy. I was ready to fuckin’ lose it and I did. And then,” he settles on his heels, “I met you. You never asked for a photo, an autograph, or to meet Dre or the boys. You were willing to go at my pace. It pissed me off, but you’d rather wait for the court to announce me as a single man then to just take my word for it.”

“I just want to do better for you.”

Your bottom lip trembles freely, “you don’t have to. I could never do it, no one could. I mean, fuck, look at me now. I’m still huge as fuck. I can’t go outside in a shirt and shorts; I have to be covered. I have to hide. And I don’t wanna hide anymore, Marshall. I’m sick of hiding.” The last of your words slur into cries.

His sits up, pressing your upper body onto him, holding your head against his neck. He scatters soft pecks around your ear and down your neck, whispering words of comfort to soothe you. “Then you won’t. We’ll start slow, get you comfortable with yourself. See your body, your soul, for who you really are. The reasons I love you and we’ll move on. We’ll get better.”

“I love you,” you whisper, lips brushing against the pulse point of his neck. A small smile dawns his face, “not as much as I do you.”

[desperate-gay]

Hey could you maybe write something about a Love story proposal??? You could write it for Leah,Steph or Frida Maanum. Reader and player are at the eras tour and reader gets a proposal

I really need a story like that cause love story proposals are all over my Tik tok

Baby Just Say Yes

Steph Catley x fem!reader

“Stephy hurry we’re gonna be late!” You yell out to the Australian while adjusting the sash that hangs its way over your body.

You and Steph decided to dress as Miss Americana & The Heartbreak Prince, her wearing a crown and a button-up with little broken hearts drawn on her skin as you wear a tiara and a dress with the iconic sash around you.

Steph surprised you with eras tickets on your anniversary knowing just how much you love Taylor Swift. You were ecstatic and still are now, pinching yourself to make sure you’re not dreaming. You’ve won many trophies but seeing your favorite singer and celebrity in concert is surreal, especially because of the harsh demand for her tickets.

“Okay, I’m ready.”

You turn around and see her pink button-up shirt with a white crop top under it. You reach out, grabbing both sides of her collar, and pull her in, her hands resting on your hips as you both stare at each other with loving smiles. Pulling her in by her shirt, you press your lips to her soft ones for an affectionate kiss. Neither of you wanting to pull away, the kiss lasts longer than expected, making the time fly past the both of you.

“We really need to go.” You whisper against her but she just hums and leans right back in, letting you melt right back into her. “No, no no no no. We’ve gotta go or it’s going to be even more of a pain getting in.” You finally move away so you’re not tempted to get pulled in again.

Your hand grabs hers, dragging her groaning figure out the door much to her dismay, and begin to make your way over to the car. Double checking you have everything, you go to open your door but quickly get pushed aside by the girl.

“There you go, my love.” She opens the car door chivalrously as if she didn’t just shove you completely to do it. You shake your head with laughter, accepting her hand to help you sit down.

“Ever the gentlewoman.”

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“Have you ever thought just maybe, you belong with me!” You and Steph sing to each other, hips swaying with the beat of the song, enjoying every minute of the concert so far.

Lover has already passed so now it’s Fearless, one of your absolute favorite eras. Distracted by having such a good time, you haven’t noticed the slight change in Steph’s demeanor, her being more tense than usual.

The box sitting in her pocket makes her thoughts swirl and her hands sweat. You’re the love of her life and she’s sure of it, but what if you suddenly feel like she’s not yours? You have constantly assured her that there is no one else for you than her, but maybe you’ve changed your mind suddenly. What if you don’t want to marry her?

Multiple different outcomes run through her head but seeing you smile at her, singing Love Story, all those negative thoughts disappear.

The big verse starts to approach as she reaches into her pocket to pull out the velvet box, getting down on one knee while you’re distracted singing along and looking at the platform. You turn over to sing the verse to her but when you do, there isn’t anyone. Quickly moving your head, you see your girlfriend with a ring out and a bright grin on her face. Your hand slaps onto your mouth and you kneel down next to the Australian, tears slipping down your cheeks.

Over the loud music, Steph makes a little speech, “Fearless is your favorite era and I thought there was no better way to do this than right now. I have seen the multiple proposals you’ve saved on TikTok, so I wanted to make ours one of them. Sure there are thousands of people in this stadium with us but it feels like it’s just me and you. So what do you say, marry me, Juliet?”

You quickly nod your head and extend your hand for the girl to slip the ring on. Steph hugs you while pulling you both up to stand and sway to the music. The crowd around you cheers in celebration, some most likely recording the interaction which will soon be put across the internet, seeing that two famous footballers just got engaged at one of the most selling tours ever.

Steph steps back, digging something out of her other pocket, causing your face to scrunch up in confusion. She grabs your sash and opens a red marker, crossing out the Miss and changing it to Mrs.

“Now it makes sense.” She shrugs, putting the marker away and bringing you in for a loving kiss.

The rest of the concert is filled with you two dancing, singing, kissing, and embracing each other in the moment. A few hours ago you were excited about going to a concert and now you’re even more excited to marry the love of your life. 13 is Taylor’s lucky number, 7 is yours.

[outsideratheart]

Finalissima (Leah Williamson x reader)

A/N: In honour of the lionesses wining the Finalissma here is a little fic. I’m not sure if it can be classed a sequal but it does take place in the same universe as Welcome to Colney. I hope you guys like it.

When you arrived at Wembley Park the sight of the stadium brought goosebumps to your skin. The stadium was legendary and as you looked up the steps at the end of Wembley way you saw the video montage advertising the historic match between the Champions of Europe and the Copa de America champions. A sense of pride fills you when you see the moment Leah lifts the trophy. You may not have known her at that point but hearing the way she described that day makes you feel like you were there. Then it showed you and the rest of the Brazilian team lifting your town trophy and you are reminded why you are there. You have a job to do and there it just so happened that the person standing in your way was also your girlfriend.

You were looking forward to the press conference because it meant you got to see Leah. Having just arrived for their MD -1 training, Leah and Sarina were already outside the conference room by the time you and Pia arrive.

“Don’t worry, you’re not late” You hear Leah say when she sees you reach into your pocket for your phone

It had only been four days since you had since Leah but boy was she a sight for sore eyes. 

You didn’t know what to do. With both Sarina and Pia standing close by you couldn’t greet the blonde you way you truly wanted to so you settle a hug which doesn’t half as long as you wished and subtly place a kiss to her neck as not to get caught by the women in front of you.

The four of you make small talk until a member of the media team tell you that the press conference is ready to begin. You and Leah enter side by side but are soon split up with you being placed at one end of the table and Leah at the other.

“They have to seperate us” Leah says earning a laugh from the journalists 

The blonde jokingly holds up her fists, a gesture which you respond.

“I’ll do my fighting on the pitch” 

Your competitive nature is something that Leah admired, now less so considering she was on the opposite end of it. 

The first couple of questions were for the coaches and whilst you tried your hardest to listen and take in what they were saying, your focus remained on your girlfriend. No words were exchanged put plenty was said with your eyes.

“Focus Y/N” your coach whispers whilst Sarina answer a journalist’s question.

“I am”

“On the press, not on your girlfriend” 

When you and Leah officially started dating you didn’t hide it. The fans soon noticed the way you were always together. They caught the moments when you hand rested a little bit too low on Leah’s back or how she was wore clothes that struck a striking resemblance to yours.

“I’m playing mind games” 

“No, you’re letting her in your head. Parar agora” 

Pia was right. Leah had been sending you teasing messages all day about how Wembley is her house and nobody will beat her there. She had access to your head that nobody else had and although you wouldn’t admit it, she was breaking you down from the inside.

You wait for the question that you know is coming. It just a matter of whether you or Leah gets asked it.

“Y/N, Leah” you both look at each other “Tomorrow you will be marking each other. Do you think this is will be easier or harder given that you are team mates?”

Leah waits knowing that you will want to answer this question.

“Before coming to Arsenal I knew that Leah was one of the the best centre backs in the world. In the last few months I have seen the reason why she rightfully has this title. As for tomorrow, what’s the saying? Iron sharpens Iron. I know Leah will bring her A game but there’s nothing I want more than to walk away from Wembley tomorrow Finalissima champions and being the first team to beat England under Sarina Wiegman”

She knew you meant it but the emotionless tone of your voice worried Leah. You were her team mate and girlfriend yet the way you talked about was as if she was just another opponent.

“Thanks Y/N” Leah jokes “Tomorrow is going to be difficult. Brazil has the reputation they have for a reason. Their playing style is like no other and we welcome the challenge. I admire Y/N’s optimism but we are playing at Wembley, these are our fans and we won’t let them down, they will see us lift another trophy” 

The tension between the two of you grew thick and heavy within seconds.

 “As you can see our captains are ready for battle” Pia jokes.

When the press conference ends you have an uneasy feeling in your gut. Ever since this fixture was announced you and Leah joked about going head to head but now that it’s the day before the game things have changed, there is no longer room for jokes.

The four of you leave the conference room, Pia says she will meet you back in the hotel stating that you need to be back for team meal and Sarina tells Leah to meet her on the pitch in ten minutes. 

Once you are alone you sink down the wall, Leah soon join you. When she is by your side your hand rests on her thigh and she leans her head against your shoulder.

“Are you ok?” Leah asks.

“It’s a lot” you place a gentle kiss to the side of her head “I hate that one of us has to lose tomorrow”

“It’s all part of the game Y/N, the game you love so much. That competitive fire the burns in there” Leah taps your heart “is why you care so much and it’s why you feel the way you do” 

“It is going to be really fun to beat you tomorrow”

“I’m being supportive and you’re ruining it” 

“I know, I’m sorry” 

Abruptly, Leah stands up and for a small moment you think she is mad at you so you avoid eye contact, instead choosing to play with the laces on your trainers. You feel Leah kick your foot gently in attempt to get your attention, it works. She holds her hands up and helps you to your feet.

“Tomorrow is going to be incredible, win or lose. We are making history and there’s no one I would rather do it with. We are going to lead our teams out to a sold out Wembley stadium and then at the end of the game I want you to come and find me, ok?”

It amazed you how Leah knew exactly what to say to make you feel better, no matter the circumstance.

“Come here” 

You greet her the way you wanted you before the press conference but your kiss is cut short when you hear someone clearing their throat. Much to your annoyance Leah pulls away but you pull in and steal one more kiss. 

Playing in front of a sold out Wembley stadium is something many few can say they have done especially in the women’s game and it is a moment you will tell your children about in the future but right now the screams of the home fans make you realise the challenge at hand will be anything but easy. 

The first half ends with England up 1-0, the home side was proving that Wembley was in fact their house but it wasn’t over yet and you were determined to play your heart out for the next 45 minutes. Despite the absence of Marta and Debinha, you are Geyse are putting the England defenders through it and they are struggling to keep up with your pace and Brazilian flair. They are starting to get desperate as the second half is all Brazil.

Just as you are through on goal your ankles get clipped and given where you are on the field you know exactly who is responsible for it. 

“Watch it baby, being cute only gets you so far” you whisper as she helps you to your feet.

This is how to game goes and as the clock counts down Brazil get’s closer and closer to getting the equaliser. It’s not matter of if, it’s a matter of time and that time comes in 93rd minute. The moment you hit the ball you know it is going into the back of the next. You quickly celebrate before grabbing the ball so that the game can restart as soon as possible but there isn’t enough time for a second goal as the final whistle is blown.

Penalties. 

Both teams have strong penalty takers so it comes as no surprise when the fifth and final penalty determines the game. The referee gave you the ball and the boos that followed were deafening. You could feel your heart beating rapidly but it didn’t change a thing. You had taken countless penalties over your career and the key is to treat each one the same, the crowd & venue didn’t matter.

You weren’t predicable when it came to placement from the spot yet somehow Mary is able to get her fingers to the ball and sends it over the bar. She did it, she had saved your shot and you had cost your team the Finalissima.

You couldn’t believe it. The sounds of the crowd became muffled almost as if you were underwater. Your gaze remains on the goal, which was now empty as Mary Earps has long left to celebrate with her team, you were in shock and you mind replays the shot over and over again. The shame you felt was overwhelming and you wasn’t ready to face your team yet but you knew they would be on their way to you.

Leah watched from a distance as you crouched down with you head hanging between your legs. She is torn between celebrating with her team and going to comfort you. In the end she chooses the latter knowing that she has all night to be with her friends.

“Give her a minute” Rafaelle stands in front of her blocking the way.

“I just want to see if she is alright” Leah didn’t want to challenge her team mate and your friend.

“Y/N has never missed a penalty in her entire career and to do it now, in front of all these people and in a final. She felt a lot of pressure for this game”

“We all did and for it to go to penalties isn’t what any of us wanted” 

Leah tries to explain that they all felt pressure given the stakes but Rafaelle still tries to explain your point of view. She knows by past experiences that there’s no way you will talk about what you felt today and what this loss means to you.

“You see the number she wears” Rafaelle point to where you are now stood and more so the the 10 on the back of your shirt “That 10 means a lot in Brazil and she will feel like she failed not only us but everyone back home. She says it’s her job to score goals and today she did that but she won’t be happy with one because she knows if she would have scored two then we would have won”

“I won’t say anything Rafa, I just need her to know that it is ok”

“Leah I know you are her girlfriend and she loves you but I’m her best friend so listen to me when I say give her some time and wait for her to come to you. This will hurt Leah”

The blonde didn’t hear a word the Brazilian said after ‘she loves you’. You and Leah hasn’t said those words said but she wanted to.

Eventually you rejoin your team and congratulate the opposition on their win. You interaction with Leah is short and you keep your game face on, you couldn’t let Leah see through your facade.

“You played really well Y/N” After her discussion Leah didn’t know what to say to you.

“Not good enough but congratulations Leah” 

For a brief moment Leah thinks are you going to kiss her and it gives her peace knowing that you are ok but you move to side at the last minute, the kiss is placed on her cheek instead of her lips.

She watches as you walk into the tunnel with your medal in your medal in your hand instead of round your neck.

An hour or so later you stood at the balcony on the rooftop of your hotel as you watched the England fans on the street below you. It hurt knowing that you let your team and country down but what you hate the most if that no matter how hard you try you cannot be happy for your girlfriend.

“I’m surprised to see you here” the sound of Geyse’s voice brings you out of your trance.

“Where else am I suppose to be?” 

“We thought you would be with Leah” Rafa and few of the other girls join you.

“No” you shake her head “I don’t think she wants to see me, I wasn’t the best girlfriend earlier”

“Y/N you were being a captain who tends to carry the weight of the world on her shoulders”

“It’s my job and today I failed—“

“You didn’t fail us and we wouldn’t be mad if you wanted to spend the night with your girlfriend especially when we leave for Germany tomorrow” 

“I don’t know where she is”

Just has you finish your sentence you phones goes off.

“Leah?” Rafa asks and you shake your head.

It wasn’t Leah but it was someone that could help you find her but it came with one condition, an exchange of shirts. You double check that the team are happy for you to leave and they all but push you towards the door.

Meanwhile at a restaurant within Wembley Stadium the Lionesses are celebrating the win with their families but Leah cannot help but think about one person that isn’t with her. She stares at her phone screen with her thumb hovering over your contact. She knew Rafaelle was right but she needed to know if you were ok.

“Still thinking about your hot Brazillian girlfriend?” Beth asks. Although she wasn’t playing in the game she still showed up the support them. 

“Rafa said to wait until she comes to be but I don’t know I can wait that long”

“Well it looks like you won’t need to” Beth turns her team mate around to where you have just entered the restaurant.

You were still dressed in your team tracksuit and the look of defeat was there but barely visable to anyone that didn’t know you. She sees your eyes scan the room and a smile appears on her face when you find her. The closer you get to her the bigger the smile gets and Leah knows the one her face mirrors yours.

“Minha Linda” your arms wrap around her tightly.

“What are you doing here?” Leah asks before kissing you quickly.

“I’m here to support and celebrate my girlfriend because that is what she deserves” your arms fall to her waist.

“How did you know where we were?” 

You hold up your match worn shirt and watch as a look of guilt washes over Leah’s face. 

“Baby, I swapped with Rafa” Leah didn’t know what to say. If she had known you wanted to swap shirts with her than she wouldn’t have given hers to her fellow centre back.

“This isn’t for you. It’s for Mary” Leah eyes widen at her keeper’s name “I know, she’s got guts but I think her performance makes her deserving, don’t you?”

“She put an end to your streak” Leah couldn’t help it as a smirk tugs her lips. She hates that it was against your but Mary’s save won them trophy and she was proud of her.

“She did but next time we play I want your shirt, deal?” 

“Deal” 

You quickly made go over to Mary who upon seeing you enter already has her shirt ready. The two of you sign them before posing for a photo and you make sure to congratulate the keeper on her exceptional performance, Mary Earps had earned your respect in that game and you wanted to make sure she knew that.

Having shared you enough, Leah pulls you back over to where her family are seated and introduces you to the entire Williamson family. 

Leah saw you relax as the night went on but she remembered what she was told earlier on and she couldn’t let it go. She hates the amount of pressure you put on yourself, she saw the way you were with Arsenal but with Brazil it grew tenfold and you needed you to know you weren’t alone.

“Y/N” Leah tapped you thigh softly as you listened to what her mum and brother were talking about. Upon hearing your name you turn your attention to your girlfriend “I want you to know that you’re not alone anymore. I’m here if you want someone to talk to about the pressure you feel about representing your country. I know it���s a little bit different for you but I understand what you’re going through” 

“Leah I know that I have you and it means a lot. I knew you understood me the day we first met and it’s why I feel the most at peace when I’m with you. Today was hard and losing the game was tough but it’s moments like this with you that I know win or lose everything will be ok”

You had spent the past couple of days stressing about the outcome of this game and what it would mean for you and Leah, in the end it didn’t change a thing. If anything you both respected each other more and it became a memory that you will both remember for a long time to come.

[munson-blurbs]

Hi Bug <3

Here’s my Tropes-or-Treat request😁

M&Ms, Butterfinger and our dear Eddie of course 🩵 smut would be amazing 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Friends-to-Lovers/Shy!Reader/Eddie Munson (also requested by @mopeymopeymouse & @lunamoons-things)

Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), oral (f! receiving), Reader wears a skimpy outfit, insecure Reader, Billy Hargrove is a douche, mentions of drinking, mentions of selling weed

WC: 1.2k

Divider credit to @saradika

“Hey.”

You almost don’t hear him over the sound of music pulsing through the stereo speakers and your own hyperfocus on the drink in your hand. Whatever’s in this jungle juice is strong, but not enough to loosen you up, it seems.

When you look up and see him, concern furrowing his brows, you only offer a weak smile and a soft, “hi.”

“What are you doing out here by yourself?” Eddie asks, leaning next to you, forearms pressed to the patio banister. “Hargrove’s inside.”

You wince at the mention of your boyfriend. “He’s mad at me,” you admit quietly, taking another swig from your Solo cup. Billy’s chastising words echo in your mind: no fucking fun, why can’t you be like the other girls? He was the reason you were wearing this ridiculous outfit–which was basically glorified lingerie poorly disguised as a witch costume. You feel uncomfortable and out of sorts, but Billy had insisted that you wear it, saying that he didn’t want to be the only guy at the party with a prude girlfriend.

He hadn’t noticed you before you’d started tutoring his stepsister, Max, but when he did start paying attention to you, he was a bloodhound. And after a month of secretly dating, he was finally ready to show you off.

Except…

Except the you he wanted people to see was just a facade. He didn’t want the introverted girl who preferred the company of her books and a small group of friends; he wanted someone he could dress up and parade around like a trophy. You were something he’d conquered, not someone he loved.

Eddie doesn’t ask for details; he just shrugs off his denim jacket and rests it over your bare shoulders. “I’m done selling for the night,” he reports, drumming his fingers on the tin box he uses to transport his stash. “You wanna head back to the trailer? Watch a movie and shoot the shit?”

You can’t agree fast enough, scrambling to your feet and climbing in his van. Things have been a bit strained between you two since you got with Billy, but the beauty of being Eddie’s friend is that you fall back into your usual routine without having to try. 

The ride to Forest Hills is fast, especially with Eddie driving like a madman. You both plop onto the couch, Eddie reaching for an open bag of pretzels on the side table and offering you some before taking a handful. 

“I’m so glad you’re done with that asshole,” he says with a mouthful of the snack. “No fuckin’ clue what you saw in him.” When you don’t respond, refusing to meet his gaze, he sighs. “Nope, no way. Do not tell me—”

“What other choice do I have?” you rebut. 

Eddie rolls his eyes, throwing his hands up in defeat. “You could be with someone who doesn’t treat you like crap!”

“Oh, yes,” you scoff, “let me just call one of my many suitors.” Making a big show of standing and traipsing over to where their phone hangs on the wall, you pick up the receiver with feigned exuberance. “That’s right—no one else wants me!” You slam the phone down and cross your arms over your chest. 

“Bullshit!” Eddie bellows, tossing the pretzel bag onto the couch and stomping towards you. “That’s bullshit, and you know it.”

“Then who—”

You don’t finish your sentence before his lips collide with yours; his hands on your hips pressing you up against the wall. You can taste the lingering cigarette smoke on his tongue; he drinks in whatever vodka-based concoction is on yours. 

He breaks away abruptly, mouth agape in disbelief. “I’m sorry; I shouldn’t have done that.”

“‘S okay,” you mumble. “Wasn’t half bad for a pity kiss.”

“A pity—no, that wasn’t pity. That was an, ‘I’ve been wanting to do this forever’ kiss.” His fingertips brush against yours. “Let me take care of you,” he murmurs, and when you nod, he leads you to his bedroom. He waits for you to lay on the bed before climbing on top of you, knee nudged between your legs and head nestled into the crook of your neck. His fingers dip below your lace panties, and you freeze up at his touch. “We, um, we don’t have to do this,” he says hurriedly. “Just say the word.”

But you do want this; no, you need this. You need him to show you what true passion looks like, not whatever feigned version Billy had offered. As soon as you give Eddie a breathless, enthusiastic yes, he’s tugging your tiny skirt and lace panties down your legs. The cool air barely hits your pussy before his lips are on it, tongue licking up the center before finding your clit. 

A whine catches in your throat, releasing as a pathetic whimper. You’re so sensitive, so starved for touch. You’ve become acclimated to the way Billy grabs at you, pawing at your ass or breasts as a means to take what he wants, leaving you feeling used and unsatisfied. 

Eddie’s touch is vastly different. Yes, it’s fueled by sexual desire, but it’s too attentive to just be lust. You prop yourself on your elbows and watch him, doe eyes looking up at you to gauge your reaction. “Keep going,” you sigh, flopping back down on the bed, and you can feel his soft laugh on your core. 

He works meticulously, holding a steady pace as you writhe against his face. Your hands grasp the bedsheets in your fists, nearly yanking them off of the mattress as he slides a finger inside you while continuing to lightly suck on your bud. 

A second finger joins the first, pulsing in and out of you eagerly but not frantically. The combination of him filling you up and the way he so desperately craves pleasing you has you hurtling you towards orgasm. Instinctively, you press your lips together to muffle your moans, but Eddie’s having none of that.

“Wanna hear your pretty noises. Pretty noises from my pretty girl,” he says quickly, wasting no time eagerly returning to the task at hand.

“Eddie, Eddie, I’m coming!” you cry out, arching your back as you finish. Eddie brings you down from your euphoric state with a few more kitten licks to your pussy, wiping your slick from his mouth and chin as he climbs up your body and kisses you deeply.

You run your fingers through his hair before it occurs to you: “I can return the favor.” Heat rises to your cheeks; how could you be so selfish and forget about him?

But a shake of his head and a bashful chuckle immediately quell your nerves. “‘S, uh, already taken care of.” And though his denim jeans are black, you can still spot the wet stain pooled at the seam. 

Needless to say, the thought of returning to Billy Hargrove doesn’t even cross your mind.

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[whorekneecentral]

kinktober - day 3: corruption // s.v5

Sebastian Vettel x Fem!Reader 

Warnings: rbr!seb (he’s a warning by himself), alcohol and the consumption of, reader being way too innocent and seb has to do something about it, corruption, inexperienced reader, teasing, fingering, oral (m!receiving), penetrative sex, restraints (use of a belt), little bit of teasing from seb’s end. 

Word Count: 3,548

Author’s Note: okay if you’ve been here for a while, you know I loveeee me some rbr!seb so I had to do this one 

kinktober 2022 masterlist

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Sebastian finds himself a pretty little girlfriend and can’t wait to ruin her innocence. 

He has won his second championship, the entirety of the RedBull Racing team was in some bar in São Paulo.

From the moment he crossed the checkered flag, the party had started. 

Sebastian was hoisted onto the shoulders of the crew as they carried him back from the podium, his race suit soaked in champagne while his team principal carried the big bottle of champagne and the trophy tucked in his arm as they cheered, shouting his name. 

It was music to his ears. 

Pride and joy filled his heart, ego through the fucking roof. 

Sebastian was on top of the world. 

There he stood in between the people in the very crowded bar, drinks being handed to him, hugs and congratulations being given, his name shouted from every direction. 

He struggled through the crowd, in need of a beer, not whatever everyone had been feeding him all night. 

Sebastian’s head spun, not from the alcohol - well partly that, but because of the woman at the counter. 

Her legs crossed one over the other, her arm resting on the counter, leaning forward as someone bumped into her back. She didn’t seem to mind the crowd or the noise or the smell. 

Surely, wearing a white dress wasn’t the wisest idea in a grimy bar like this.

Sebastian waves down the bartender, glancing over at you in the meantime. You were twirling the red straw in a glass with clear liquid - vodka perhaps ? 

“Yeah, a beer and one more of whatever she’s having,” he shouts over the noise of the bar, nodding towards you. Seb stood and waited for his beer, the bartender sliding it over and started on your drink. 

Imagine his surprise when the man behind the counter filled a glass with club soda, setting it in front of you. The man says something to you, pointing to Sebastian who was 2 feet away. 

You smile, lifting the glass as a thanks. He moves closer to you, “I don’t know anyone who comes to a bar to drink club soda,” he tells you, chucking behind a sip of his beer. 

“I don’t drink,” you inform the blonde man, as you look over at him. His eyes pull you closer, unable to tear yourself away from him. 

Even with all the noise, you can hear his accent; “Why are you here then?” 

“Came with a friend,” you finish off the rest of your original glass, moving to the one he sent over to you. 

Sebastian’s brows pull together trying to fit the puzzle together. 

How could a girl like you, who looked like an actual angel on earth, be friends with someone who comes to a place like this? 

“Can I ask why your friend brought you here?” “You ask a lot of questions.” 

He should probably be enjoying his night, drunk in the middle of the crowd, singing along to whatever song was playing at the time but he had already won, time for him to relax and you were sparking his interest more than anything else in there. 

“I’m a curious man.” 

“Clearly.” You smile. “She’s looking for some driver, I have no idea what he even looks like but she won’t stop babbling about him.” 

“Really? I hear most of them are at some fancy bar up town.” Sebastian tells you, you were blissfully unaware as to who he was. 

You shrug, “I don’t know, I’m ready to leave but I have no idea where she is.” You look around, the bar was so packed it wasn’t easy to find anyone in there, let alone a 5′0 woman in a bar full of people clearly over 5′5 feet. 

Sebastian sat beside you, “tell me about this guy.” 

“What ?” 

“The driver that she’s looking for.” 

“Oh right,” you take a sip of your soda. “Um, he’s German, I think his name is Sebastian? I'm not even completely sure to tell you the truth. She’s got a massive crush on him, it’s actually kinda cute.” You giggled. 

There’s some guy tugging on the man next to you, trying to usher him back to the crowd. He waves them off, telling them he’s coming in a second. 

“Can I give you my number?” The blonde man asks you. Very bold, you thought. 

“Why?” 

“Because I think you’re beautiful,” he wholeheartedly admits to you, “and if you have it, you get to decide what to do with it.” 

You hum, nodding. “Okay.” 

The man reaches for a napkin, scribbling down something on the little square before setting it in your hand. “I hope I hear from you.” He says, pressing a kiss to your cheek before walking off. 

You were shocked, this guy was so bold. 

Glancing down at the paper, there’s a phone number and a name. 

987-462-5005 -Sebastian Vettel. 

No fucking way. 

You turn around so fast, you probably gave yourself whiplash but he's already disappeared into the crowd. 

There was no point in searching for him, it’s nearly impossible to find anyone in there. 

You should just stay where you are and wait for your friend. 

So you did just that, waiting at your spot for her until she drunkenly stumbles over to you, catching herself on your shoulder. “Are you okay?” You ask, it was close to 2 in the morning, you hadn't even realized. Abby was beyond drunk and she had driven there. “Where are your keys?” You feel her pockets but no luck, she must have lost them somewhere. The bar had started to clear up, but you still weren’t sure how you were going to get the two of you back to the hotel. 

The blonde catches your eye, and you turn to make sure your sleep deprived eyes aren’t deceiving you. “Sebastian?!” You call from across the bar, the man instantly looking your way. 

The music was off because the bar was closing in half an hour so the only noise was people chatting, trying to sober up and find a way home. 

Sebastian was confused as to who was calling his name. Almost all, if not all of the girls that had come with them left a while back. He turns, the pretty girl in the white dress looking over at him with a very drunk person clinging to her - must be the friend with the crush. 

He finds himself moving towards you before he could even process the sound of his name falling from your lips. 

“Angel, what's wrong?” He says, meeting you halfway. 

The nickname sends you into a spiral. 

“I uh- Abby lost her keys and I have no idea where her purse is and I can't drive if I don’t have the keys but we need to get back to the hotel and I can’t get a cab with no cash and I-” “Hey, hey.” Seb stops you, resting a hand on your hip. “It's okay, take a breath sweetheart.” 

He glanced around, whoever was left there from the team was more than capable of finding their way home or at least that’s what he was telling himself. 

You, on the other hand, were not. 

“Okay, c’mon.” Sebastian takes your arm, pulling you along with him. Abby was clinging to your other arm, the girl stumbling along. “Sebastian, where are we-” 

“I’m making sure you two get home,” he walks you out the bar, towards a very expensive looking car in the parking lot. 

You were just hoping Abby doesn't throw up on the ride back to the hotel, how would you ever live it down? 

This car probably costs more than your life. 

He opens the back door, helping you get Abby into the car. God, this was ridiculous; the man she came looking for was taking her home and she was too drunk to even know. 

The moonlight reflected down on São Paulo, Sebastian looking at you like you held the moon in the palm of your hand. 

“You don’t have to do this, I can figure-” “Angel, please.” He stops you, “let me take care of you,” his blue eyes meet yours, and you bite your tongue, everything in you wanted to jump on this man but self restraint of course. 

The word came out in a whisper, barely audible over the noisy streets. “Okay.” 

Sebastian opens the door for you, letting you get in before shutting the door. You give him the address, he instantly recognizes that it’s the same hotel he’s staying at. 

How has he not run into you before? Surely, he’d remember you. 

The drive back was quiet, Seb drove as smoothly as you could expect an F1 driver to drive, avoiding any potholes so as to not wake the sleeping girl in the backseat. He helps you get Abby out the car - she was really earning herself a good talking too in the morning. The 2 of you staying on the 5th floor, Sebastian was kind enough to go as far as helping you get back to her room. He waited outside as you put her to bed, leaving some headache tablets and a trash can with water. 

There’s some groaning, he can’t tell if that’s you or her but never did you lose your patience with her and even if you did, he had no idea. 

When you stepped out, you weren't expecting to meet Sebastian again. 

“Oh, sorry. If I knew you were waiting, I would have sped up,” You tell him, shutting her door quietly. 

“You’re not staying with her?” He glances between you and the door, “no, I’m down the hall.” 

“Let me walk you,” his hand rests on your lower back as you two began walking. “You’ve done enough, really. Thank you but I'm-” “Angel-” You cut him off this time. 

“I have a name, just by the way.” You smile, making him chuckle. “You didn’t tell me, darling.” 

“You didn’t ask, Sebastian.” 

“You know mine,” “You left it on the napkin.” You two reach your door quicker than you liked but you open the door, stepping through the door before you turn back to him. Sebastian’s hand was on the door, keeping it open. You tell him your name.

Sebastian’s eyes were fixed on you, your hair undone and flowing down behind your back, the way the dress hugged your figure or how your eyes wandered over him innocently. 

You wanted something; what was it? He wasn’t sure but god, did he want to find out.

“Do you- would you, maybe, want to come in?” You glance at him, looking back down, suddenly feeling a lot shyer than before. 

Sebastian smiles, shifting to lean all his weight onto one leg, his head tilted slightly. “What for?” 

You pause, you didn't think that far. You just didn’t want him to go. “We didn’t have a proper conversation.” You fib, giving him a small smile. 

“Okay,” Sebastian steps into your room, letting the door shut behind him.

His boyish charm gets the best of him, or rather, his teenager curiosity that’s yet to leave him, and he picks up the red bikini top that was laying on top of your suitcase. “This yours?” 

You take the top from him, “yes,” bending over to toss it into your suitcase. Seb’s eyes wandering to your ass, the blue panties peeking out from under the hem of your dress. 

He exhales, biting the inside of his cheek. “Can't imagine you wearing that.” He calls, sitting on the edge of your bed. 

“You imagine what I've been wearing?” You ask, still by the suitcase a few feet away. 

Sebastian chuckles, “that came out wrong, angel.” “Why do you keep calling me that ? You know my name now.” 

“You look like an angel.” Sebastian states, eyeing the white dress. 

You glance at the man, his eyes burning holes into you, undressing you in his mind with each passing second. “I’m sure that’s not true,”

“Well, you don’t drink, don’t smoke, I'm sure you’ve never done a lot of stuff.”

“I have done stuff,” You say, finally walking over to stand across from him. 

“Yeah?” Seb smiles, “like what?” 

Shrugging, you look over at the driver. “I’m sure you've had sex.” He says plainly and for some reason, you laugh. There’s no way he’s asking you about your sex life right now; not that there was much of one anyways. “Was it good?” 

God, he asks so many questions. 

“I mean,” you pause, partly out of embarrassment but also because you weren’t really sure how to answer his question. “It was only one time, so I don’t really have anything to compare it to.” 

Sebastian felt like his eyes were going to fall out of his head. This beautiful, amazing, sweet, innocent - oh, how you were so innocent and sweet - girl had never been truly shown a good time. 

He couldn’t help himself. 

He had to do something about this. 

“Tell me sweetheart, did he make you cum?” 

Your eyes widen; what did he just ask you? -“Did he.. what?” 

Sebastian’s blue eyes meet yours, his gaze alone making you squirm in your spot. “Did he make you cum?” He asks once more, holding his focus on you. 

“I mean,” you can't help but laugh, this is ridiculous. You felt like you were in a poorly scripted porno right now. “I guess he did.” 

“If you have to guess,” Sebastian starts, pulling you by the hip to stand between his legs. “Then he probably didn’t.” 

Your eyes met his blue ones, Sebastian dragging his finger up the side of your thigh, the white fabric bunched over his hand. “Can I try something ?” He's already tugging on the side of your panties. You can’t bring yourself to speak but you nod, eyes never leaving his. 

Soon enough, the lacy blue fabric pools by your ankles and Seb uses his hand to push your legs apart just enough that he can slide his hand between your legs. 

Sebastian’s finger presses against your clit softly and the whimper that slips past your lips sounds like heaven on earth to him. 

“Is this okay, angel ?” 

You nod but the look he was giving yours enough for you to know that he wants a verbal answer. “Yes Sebastian.” 

“Good girl,” he whispers, leaning forward to kiss you and in that moment, he pushes a finger into you. He gives you a second to adjust before adding another one, the sounds slipping past your lips are muffled by his lips on yours. He curls his fingers, feeling the thickness of his fingers before moving them slowly. It only lasted a few seconds before you could feel the knot in your lower stomach. 

“Sebastian-” “I know,” he whispers, kissing you. “I’m here,” he tells you, other hand resting on your lower back as you basically fell against him, his fingers now being wiped on the inside of your thighs. 

He watches as your fingers trail down the front of his shirt, sliding under the hem of it. Seb takes that as his hint to take it off, tossing it on the floor somewhere. Your hand wanders further down, brushing over the cold metal of his belt. 

“On your knees,” he tells you, pushing you back a little so you have space. You’ve dropped down to your knees, looking up at the man in front of you. 

How did you end up here? 

Sebastian undoes his belt and the button, “open.” 

Your brows furrow, cheeks red and your eyes fixed on anything but him. He holds your chin, pulling your focus back to him. “I said open your mouth.” 

Without hesitation, your mouth opens and you’re looking up at him once again. Sebastian slaps your tongue with his cock softly, waiting for a reaction. The slight curve of your lips was enough for him to know it was okay. A hand tangled in your hair, pulling and pushing you, setting the pace. 

The stifled gag was enough for him to pull back, giving you a moment to catch your breath. “I’ve never..” you let out a breath, eyes watery as you try to blink away the tears. “Is it okay? Am I doing it right?” you hesitantly ask. 

Seb’s head tilts slightly, looking down at you with eyes full of amazement; in that moment, he was wondering how he got so lucky - a second championship and now he gets to spend his night with you. “You’ve never done this?” He asks you, his thumb brushing around your wet lips. 

You shook your head and Sebastian smiled. 

He gets to be the one to ruin you. 

“You’re doing so good for me, you’re perfect angel.” He tells you, his free hand wiping the saliva away from your chin. “C’mere,” Seb helps you up off the ground, turning you around to tug on the zipper of your dress. You can feel his hand burning into your skin, his eyes undressing you before he actually does. 

The white fabric bunches around your ankles, Sebastian bends you over the bed. His hand on your lower back as he lines himself up with you. “You okay?” He asks, “it’s not too late to stop.” 

“No!” You answer a little too quickly, earning a smile from the man behind you. “No, please. Don’t stop.” 

Sebastian takes that as his signal to push into you, hand pressed your lower back, keeping you flat against the mattress. Both of you needed a second, the feeling overwhelming. 

“Seb?” 

“Yeah angel?” 

“Move.. please.” You breathe, his hand moving from your back to rest over yours as he starts to move. 

Sebastian’s chest was pressing to your arched back, hand now wrapped around your throat, “so good for me angel, so fucking perfect. Do you know how good you feel?” 

You can barely hold yourself up, let alone answer him. Something resembling a no mixed with a moan slipped past our lips. You can feel him moving around behind you, there's a slap followed by stinging on your ass; he slapped it. 

“On the bed,” Seb gives you a light shove, causing you to land on your face before you pull yourself up into your knees. Sebastian had moved to sit with his back against the headboard before he pats his thigh, you find yourself moving to sit on his lap before he says anything. 

There’s something cold brushing against your knee, you glance down to see his belt on the bed. You look between the belt and him, “what are you doing that?” 

“Do you trust me?” He asks, slowly moving your hands in front of you. 

You nod, his glance was enough for you to correct yourself, “yes Sebastian.” 

He wraps the belt around your wrists a few times, looping it through itself before giving it a tug. “Too tight?” He asks, pulling you up a little. 

“No,” you look down to see him lining himself up with you, letting you sink back down onto him. Your hands pressed to his chest, unable to move them or grab on him. 

Sebastian takes his time guiding you, hands on your hips to rock you back and forth, helping you bounce on his lap. “You’re so prefect,” 

“You mentioned,” you breathe, leaning forward on him. 

He pushes you to sit up again, “sit properly, I want to see you.” His lips find your neck, a hand wrapped around your wrists as he leaves a mark on your neck. He moves to your collarbone, trailing down to your chest, biting and leaving behind little marks before he comes back up to kiss you. 

“Fuck, do that again.” He mumbles against your lips, feeling you clench around him. 

Sebastian undoes the belt, letting you move your hands finally. Soon enough he can feel your hands on his shoulders, letting you set your own pace, bouncing on his cock as your nails dug into the back of his shoulders; surely leaving behind red marks. 

His own hands digging into your hips hard enough to leave behind their own marks but that was the least of your concern right now. 

“Sebastian,” you whimper, forehead pressed to his. Seb rests a hand behind your neck, pulling you back slightly. 

“Look at me,” he tells you, kissing you softly. You both knew the other was equally as close, orgasm on the verge of happening. His hand shifted to grab your chin, pulling your focus back to him. “Look at me when you cum.” 

His words were enough to push you over the edge, Sebastian following quickly after you. 

You collapse on him, Sebastian shifting to lay on the bed and lets you lay on top of him. He rubs along your back softly, kissing along your shoulder. 

“You okay?” He whispers. 

“I think..” you left out a breath, “I think you broke me.” 

Sebastian laughs, flipping you two over so he was on top of you. “Good, that was the goal, angel.” He kisses you before letting you move to rest your chest on his chest. 

“You don’t have to stay,” you glance at him. “I will, is that okay?” He asks. 

You smile at him, “more than okay.” 

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[kayleighjennifer]

Celebration (Claudia Piña x reader)

⚠️smut⚠️

You did it. You’ve finally won the champions league again. The crowd is on fire, everyone happy that barcelona got the trophy. Right now you’re just taking everything in, the amazing atmosphere and the proud feeling.

Both you and your girlfriend, Claudia scored the winning goals.

“Y/n, we did it! I’m so proud of you” Claudia jumps on your back, clutching onto your jersey. “Yes, you were amazing on the field” You smile up to her and bite your lips while remembering how hot Claudia looked and still looks.

“Oh yeah? When we’re home, I promise that we will celebrate properly” She smirks down at you. Before you can say anything, Jana and Bruna approach you, also congratulating both goals. Claudia, Jana, Bruna and you all grew up together, from the Barcelona academy to the B team and to now.

“Y/n, claudia, Jana, Bruna, are y’all in tonight? We’re going out and celebrate” Mapi asks and Claudia gets off your back, sliding her arm around your waist.

“Y/n and I will stay in, but thanks for the offer” Claudia smiles and you blush, knowing that the other catch on your plan. “Ew, use protection” Bruna groans out and waves goodbye, already going to the changing rooms.

“Alright then, but you know that you can fuck after the club right? Ingrid and me will do it” Mapi winks at you, making you hiding your face into your girlfriends neck. “Mhm, but I’ve been waiting since days, so we’ll pass on”.

Your teammates were shocked at first when they found out that Claudia was the top in your relationship. While Claudia was a real beast on the field, you were more of a jealous and more dominant person outside the bedroom.

Mapi and Claudia talk about something for a bit and you’re zooming out, hugging Claudia and still looking around. Camp Nou was sold out again and everywhere were barca jerseys, flags and merch in general. You already have signed more jerseys with your name on than ever before.

A kiss on your neck disturbs your daydreaming, “Ready to go home?” Claudia asks and pushes you even closer to her. “Yeah, but look around. It’s magical, so so many people are here just to see us”.

Your girlfriend nods but keeps her eyes on you. You’re absolutely glowing and even thought you’ve just played whole 90 minutes, Claudia was sure that you’re looking amazing and she was even more sure to show it when you get home.

You grab Claudia’s hand and lead her inside the changing room. Right now you don’t care that people would spread rumours about you and Claudia or make edits of you. You were just happy and grateful of being able to experience it after last year.

Both of you quickly change and say your goodbyes, being not able to wait any longer. Claudia gets into the drivers seat as always and puts her hand on your tight where she’s tracing forms and making you even more aroused than you’re already are.

After one of the longest 30 minutes you’ve ever experienced you finally arrive home. When you get through the door, Claudia has you directly pinned against the wall, harshly connecting your lips. You moan into the kiss and your hands find Claudia’s waist, guiding her closer to you. “I love you so much amore” You breathe out against your girlfriends lips.

She smiles and looks into your eyes. “I love you too, I want to spend my whole life with you”. You blush and connect your lips again, letting her guide you into your bedroom. There she pushes you on the bed and straddles you waist.

“You’re the prettiest human I’ve ever seen and sometimes I still can’t believe that you’re mine” She smirks at you and removes your shirt. Before you can say anything, her lips find your weak spot and suck a dark hickey on it, making you moan out.

“Look how beautiful you look with my mark. You’re mine and everyone should know it”. Claudia’s beautiful blue eyes are dark by now and full of lust. “Then tell the world that I’m yours and you’re mine, I’m ready” You smirk at her and roam your hands over her hips.

“Oh yeah? But let me first fuck you, so that you can’t walk tomorrow” You nod eagerly. Claudia kisses your whole torso, sometimes deciding that a hickey would look perfect there and sometimes just leaving a wet kiss there. Your whole body feels like it’s on fire and every inch arches to be touched by Claudia.

“Please Claudia, I need you so much cariño” You whine and she smirks, loving the way the can make you feel.

She starts to massage your breast, making you moan again. “You know, when I scored that goal, all I could think about was you. I wanted to kiss you so badly” You blush at your girlfriend’s words and kiss her. “Oh yeah? It looked so hot. I wouldn’t have mind a kiss and you know, I honestly just scored for you”.

“Mhm I know, you’re doing everything for me, but I think we both know that I’m doing everything for you too, so it’s fine right”. Claudia’s lips find your breast and you just let out a shaky breath.

Her cold hands roam over you body, into your pants and underwear. “You’re already so wet and needy, just for me”. You nod quickly and try to grind onto her hand.

“Uh Uh uh, not so fast my dear. I bought a present for you cause I knew you’d score”. Claudia gets up again and walks to the closet.

“Close your eyes baby girl, it’s a surprise”. You do as you’re told and hear how Claudia undress herself and opens the closet. She pulls something out. She sits onto your hips again and you can feel some fabric against your stomach.

“Keep your eyes closed. Just trust me and tell me when it’s too much okay? Can you remember our safe word?” Her hands roam over your tummy and breast, pinching your nipples. “Hmh, it’s chocolate”. You moan out and your back is already arching off the bed.

“Good girl”. Claudia moves off you and inserts a finger into your pussy, making you moan loudly again. “Oh fuck, it feels so good”. Your girlfriend starts fingering you, making you ramble random words.

“Another one please”. You beg, needing more. If you wouldn’t be that turned on, you’d be confused as why Claudia would directly add another finger since she loves to tease you, but right now you’re too desperate to feel anything besides her body.

“Good girl, taking me that well, I’ll add another one, alright?” You nod happily, your body feeling amazing under her touch.

“I’m coming in a bit”. You moan out and arch your back again. Claudia looks at you adoringly. Your moans are music to her eyes, making her pussy drip.

When you’re nearly coming she removes her fingers from you. “What are you- ah fuck” You’re not able to finish your sentence due to Claudia pushing the strab on into your tight pussy.

“Relax cariño, you’re doing so good. Will you be my good girl and take my cock?” Claudia smirks at you and starts to leave kisses all over you again.

“Yes, I will be. I’ll do everything you ask me to”. You connect your lips with hers and she starts to thrust into you, holding your hips in a bruising grip.

“It feels so good Claudia”. By now Claudia is a moaning mess as well, the fabric of the strab on rubbing onto her clit with every thrust.

“Oh yeah? Do I make you feel that good?” You nod and put your legs around her waist, pulling her even deeper into you. “You’re the only one who’s able to make me feel so good”, You praise her.

“Good, I want you to come so hard for me amore, show me how good I make you feel”. She starts to rub your clit when she feels herself getting close.

With one harsh thrust, she pushes you off the cliff, coming shortly after you. “Thank you Claudia, it was so amazing”. She removes the strab on and is softly kissing your hips where she left some bruises from her firm grip.

“No problem amore, I love you so much. Do you still want to make us public?” She asks you and you cuddle into Claudia. “Yes, only if you want to. But I am definitely ready. I mean you were my first kiss, my first time and my first and last love”. She blushes at your words and kisses your lips again. “Alright, then let’s make a post.”

You choose two pics for your post, one when you and claudia were 17, holding a trophy and Claudia kissing your cheek and one from last week. It’s a mirror selfie of you kissing each other. You caption it with “sharing first crush, first kiss, first love, first time and first champion league trophy, love you @claudiapina”.

Claudia decided for a picture of you at the beach, where you’re sitting on her lap and you’re kissing each other again. Her caption is “always my first @y/n”.

[andydrysdalerogers]

Sliding Into Home ~ Oh Captain! My Captain! 

Pairing: MLB!Frank Adler x Abigail Hernandez (OFC)

Synopsis:

After a trade from Boston to Los Angeles, first baseman Frank Adler would seem to have it all. Money, women, an amazing niece, yes Frank should have it all. Except for one thing. One thing that left after a mistake five years ago. Los Angeles should be the chance to start over. Except she is supposed to be in Boston. Not his new medical director.

* A Frank Adler AU x Major League Baseball Story**

Warning: ANGST (i can't stress this enough), second chances, cheating, S~M~U~T!!, slow burn, drug use, abandonment issues, betrayal, domestic violence (i may have missed some), flashbacks

Dividers by me

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Previous: The One With The World Series

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The bus ride from Camden Yards to the hotel is a quiet one. Frank sat next to Johnny, who was almost deathly still. He never said a word as he walked off, the Boston players running onto the field. The locker room was quiet, showers and dressing done without a word to each other. They gathered their belongings, made sure the uniforms were placed in the bins for the support staff to clean and walked onto the bus.  

The Dodgers manager, Dave Roberts, walked to the front after the team had pulled into the hotel. “Men, we’ll have a debrief in the morning. This is just how the game goes. I don’t blame anyone, and you shouldn’t either. They just had magic tonight.  Get some sleep. We’ll meet at 9 AM and the flight is at noon.”  

Dave patted each player as they exited.  Their families were waiting for them, lined in their gear, solemn and quiet.  Frank sees Abby and Katie standing together, Mary in Scott’s arms, Marco wrapped around Susie. Frank blocks Johnny’s exit, allowing the rest of the team to exit.  “You know it wasn’t your fault.”  

“I know.”  

“Do you? Torch, Turner is a beast at bat. There was a 50/50 chance he was going to connect. It could have been anyone.”  

“But it was me. I let the team down, the city down, fuck, even my girlfriend and family.”  

“Johnny, no one is going to see it that way.”  

Johnny leaned back against his seat. “I knew going for my heater was a bad idea. But he missed it the first time. “ 

“You can’t beat yourself up with what ifs. Let’s get you to your girl and she can give you sympathy sex. It's better than victory sex sometimes.” Frank got up and got off the bus.  

“Hey Frank,” he turned back to Johnny. “Thanks.”  

“It’s what best friends are for.” Frank climbed down and Mary immediately ran into his arms. He held her tight as he felt her cry a little bit. “You ok Nugget?” 

Mary leaned back. “Shouldn't I be asking you that?” 

Frank shrugged.  “Probably but I think he needs this hug more than me.” He looked back at Johnny who was just now getting off the bus.  Mary ran to him and jumped up for a hug. Johnny’s reaction time was quick as he dropped his bag in time to catch her.  Frank walked over to Abby and Katie.  

“Is he ok?” Katie’s lower lip trembled.  

“He’ll be ok. Just needs some time and a few hugs.” Frank kissed her cheek. “Take care of him.”  

She nodded and walked over to Johnny and Mary.  Frank turned back to his wife. “I’m sorry I couldn’t bring the trophy home like i promised.”  

Abby shrugged. “Guess you’ll have to make it up to me another way.”  She reached up on her tiptoes. “I am so unbelievably proud of you Frank Adler. You played your best and that’s all that matters.” She kissed him softly as he wrapped his arms around her.  

“Can I take you to bed Cricket? Lose myself inside you?” 

She gave him a soft smile. “Always Frankie.”  

After greeting everyone else and heading up to the rooms, Frank watched his wife get ready for bed.  She carefully brushed out her hair and removed her jewelry before taking off the jersey with his name on the back. She stripped out of the leggings and was just in her bra and panties.  He could see that she was studying herself in the mirror when Frank saw it.  He got up and walked behind her.  “Why didn’t you tell me?” 

“Tell you what?” She looked back at him confused.  

“Oh sweetheart.”  He placed his warm hands around her middle. Framing the slight swell of her belly. “Here is our baby.”  

Abby stared at the mirror. The belly wasn’t there this morning. “It’s our baby.”  

“I don’t care that I lost. I won everything I ever wanted.” He moved her hair to the side so he could kiss her neck. He let his fingers skate over his sensitive skin as he kissed and licked the spot behind her ear. “You are the most beautiful woman. Strong and amazing, growing my baby.” He dipped his hand inside her panties, eliciting a moan from his wife. “Shh, Cricket. Hmm, so wet love.”  

“Frankie, please don’t tease,” Abby whimpered.  

He let his finger slip in and moved slowly back and forth, listening to his wife mewl at the sensations. “Do you still love me even if I didn’t win?” 

“Of course...shit... fuck,” Abby stuttered as Frank added another finger. She gripped his forearms to keep from falling.  He was wrecking her, a little at a time.  

“C’mon Cricket, use your words,” Frank gently taunted. “Be a good girl for me.”  

“I love you, Frankie,” she breathed out.  “So proud of you making it this far.”  

“Good girl,” he whispered in her ear as he pressed down on her sensitive clit. Abby almost doubled over but Frank held her to his chest.  

“Frankie, please,” she begged. He scooped her up and placed her on the bed.  He undid the bra and threw it across the room.  He pulled down her panties and held them to his nose, inhaling the scent.  Abby almost cummed at the motion and let out a whimper.  

“What should it be Cricket? Should I taste you first or should I just fuck you until you can’t walk anymore?” Frank slotted in between her legs, his erection straining in his boxer briefs.  

“I... I...” 

“Ok then,” Frank sighed. He stood up and removed his boxers, his cock bobbing up. “Dealer’s choice it is.” He climbs next to Abby and turned her to the side.  He lifted her leg to curl around his hip to open her. “I don’t want to hurt Peanut, but I also don’t want to take you hard Cricket,” he told her gently. He gripped his cock and teased between her legs, notching at her clit.  

“Frankie, I can’t... please.”  

“Anything for you Cricket.”  He slid slowly, stretching her open slowly.  From this angle, she could feel everything and her back bowed. He wrapped his arms around her to keep her close. “Talk to me Cricket.”  

“So deep Frankie, I can feel you everywhere.”  

“God, you feel so good Cricket. My beautiful girl.” He rocked his hips, sliding in and out.  He took his time, skating his fingers over her skin, gently pinching her nipples. Her breathing changed and he knew she was getting close.  “Ready to come for me Cricket?” She nodded against his chest. “Come baby, you know that my good girl always goes first.”  

Frank lowered a hand to her clit and rubbed gently.  The sensations were like lighting up her body. 

“Frankie,” she cried as her head tossed back onto his chest and the world imploded, blinding her in white light.  

‘Fuck Cricket, so tight, so good, fuck,’ as he followed her into space, losing himself in the stars he sees in his eyes. He slowed, and stopped, staying inside her.  He could feel water land on his arm. ‘Cricket?’ 

‘I’m sorry, Frankie. I just... I wish you had won and,’ she sucked in a breath, ‘and you were happy and then we did this and it feels so good and I don’t deserve you and...” 

“Whoa, baby, stop.” Frank gently slipped out and turned Abby to face him. “Cricket, its one World Series. Hopefully there will be others.” He wiped the tears falling. “My Cricket, the hormones getting to you?” She nodded and he chuckled. “Everything is going to be ok.  Sleep sweetheart.” He adjusted her so she slept on his chest.  He loved that she was so passionate about his career. But now is time for him to focus on her and Peanut.  

Six weeks later... 

Frank ran into the clinic, running late from an endorsement meeting.  “Hi, sorry, I’m looking for Abigail Adler?” 

“We just took her back. Follow me,” a nurse said, buzzing him through the door. Frank pulled off his coat, the beginning of December bringing a cold front in. The nurse knocked and waited for acknowledgement before opening the door. Sitting on the exam table was a very unhappy, pregnant Abby with her arms crossed.  

“Cricket, I am so sorry.” Frank went to her side. “The meeting ran long and then I got caught in the school traffic and I'm sorry.”  

“I told you I could have rescheduled to avoid this, Frankie." Abby huffed as she turned her head away from him.  

“I know Cricket. But you were so excited to see the baby and find out the gender and everything and I didn’t want you to miss it.” Frank uses his finger to make Abby look at him. “I’m sorry.”  

“Are you excited?” she asked in a small voice 

“Are you kidding?” Frank kissed her nose. “Steve said I was giving off excited vibrations today and it was driving him nuts.”  

“Hello, hello,” the doctor came in. “Mr. And Dr. Adler, nice to see you again.”  

“Hey Dr. Montgomery,” Frank said. “How’s it going?” 

“Busy, as always but I know we are excited today to see, what was it you called your baby again Frank?” 

“Look, that is not my best moment,” Frank said. “We call baby Peanut now.”  

Dr. Montgomery and Abby laughed as Frank blushed slightly. “Well, let’s take a look at Peanut.  Abby, shirt under your breast and pants slightly down.  This will be cold.”  She squirted some gel and grabbed the wand.  “Do we want to know the gender?” 

“We do. We have our last team dinner of the year tonight,” Frank said. Gonna do a gender reveal.” 

“Sounds fun.  Is someone planning the surprise for you?” 

“Yeah, Susie and Katie are waiting for us to hand it over,” Abby explained.  

“Alright so no pronouns.” Dr. Montgomery moved the wand around.  “Well, here is Peanut,” she said. “Just taking some measurements but they are looking perfect.  Right size and weight for 21 weeks.  Here is their head and it looks like they are sucking on a thumb.”  

Frank and Abby grinned at each other as Dr. Montgomery flipped on the audio.  Their baby’s heart beat was loud and rapid.  “Whoa,” Frank said. “I’m still not used to that. It's so fast.”  

“Yeah, in the womb, the baby's heart is pumping so fast because the blood circulates quickly,” Dr. Montgomery explains. “But everything looks good. Abby, your weight is good, and your levels are great. I’ll print some pictures for you and put the gender into an envelope.” She handed a towel to Abby.  “I want to see you in four weeks.” 

“Thanks Doc,” Frank said.  

“I was sorry to see you lose the World Series Frank, but I know, next year is our year.”  She patted his back.  “See you guys later.”  

Frank took Abby’s hand, and they picked up the envelope and pictures.  “Peanut is cute, just like their mama.”  

“Shut up Frankie,” she replied with a smile. “Ready for the dinner?” 

“Yeah, Phelps and Roberts said they have a couple of year end announcements and then just the dinner.”  

“Well, I have to head back to the office,” Abby said.  “I’ll see you at home?” 

“Yeah, Nugget and I are gonna work on the nursery. Scott said they delivered the crib and dresser.”  

“What color?” 

“What part of surprise did you not understand Cricket?” A couple of weeks after the season ended, Frank asked Abby if he could decorate and set up the nursery.  He had promised that it would be gender neutral.  

Abby pouted. “Fine. I love you.”  

“Love you too Cricket.”  

A couple of hours later, Frank was getting Mary ready to go when he called up the stairs. “Cricket! We’re gonna be late!” 

“Patience is a virtue,” she called back down.  

“Not right now, it isn’t.”  

“Alright, alright!”  She walked down the stairs and Frank stopped. You know that saying that women glow when they are pregnant? Frank understood that saying now. Abby glowed as she walked toward in a cream colored sweater dress and brown boots.  Her bump was on display, her hair was in her curls and just held back with a cream headband.  

“Wow,” Frank breathed. “Cricket, you look beautiful.” 

Abby blushed. “Thanks Frankie.” He helped her into her coat, and they headed to the restaurant.  

The dinner was fun, the last time the team would together until spring training.  Some may leave and some retire.  As desert was being prepared, Todd Phelps and Dave Roberts stood in the middle of the room. It falls silent as Todd raises his hand.  

“Alright team, it was a heartbreaking end to the season.  But it has been one of the best seasons the Dodgers have ever had.”  Applause breaks out around the room. “Not only did we have two Golden Glove winners in Storm and Betts, we also have our league MVP and golden Glove winner, Frank Adler.” More applause and cheers for Frank, who flushed from the attention.  

“We are so proud of this team,” Dave continued.  “We know that there may be some changes that could happen.  But there are a couple of things we are certain off, our captains for next year. We have four men that we are bestowing this honor to. Mookie Betts, Will Smith, Johnny Storm and Frank Adler.”  

Frank sat stunned as Mary jumped in his lap and Abby kissed his cheek. Johnny looked blankly as Katie cheered and hugged him.  

“Johnny,” Dave says, “I know you think the loss was your fault, but it wasn’t.  Management does not blame you, the team doesn’t blame you. You have been a professional, sitting through media, taking blame that wasn’t yours. That’s the kind of leadership we are looking for in our organization and the perfect example we want to set.”  

The team cheered and congratulated their new captains as Katie and Susie set up the gender reveal. Katie whistled to get everyone’s attention again.  “We have one more surprise to finish. Mr. And Mrs. Alder, Miss Mary, we need you up here.”  The family moved to the front. An elaborate box was set up with a string to open it.  “On the count of three, pull the string and we’ll find out if we a boy or a girl joining our Dodger family.  Ready?” 

The whole room joined the count down. 

“THREE!” 

“TWO!” 

“ONE!” 

Oh, you thought I wouldn't give one more cliffhanger?  See you for the finale! 

NEXT

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Fandom: Amphibia

Ship: Sashanne

Rating: Explicit

Au: Wrestling

Words: Glacier, Bronze, Miracle

Notes: Ima be completely honest with you, idk how pro wrestling works, I saw fighting with my family one time. I got wrestling au from a generator and thought “huh, that could work for a sashanne fic” so here we are. Also no beta go cry about it (jk ily)

The air was cold and damp on the September day that Anne Boonchuy started her career. She realized early on in her life that wrestling was what she wanted to do. She was 13 years old when she found the wonderful world of wrestling.

She was in the lunchroom  when she saw a guy Andrias (douchey name) harassing her friend, Marcy. She turned to her only other friend, Sasha, and instantly they knew what to do. Jumping up, they tackled him down to a pulp. They got detention of course, but it was worth it for the safety of their friend.

Luckily for them, the teacher on lunch duty also happened to be the coach of the women’s wrestling team at their school, so overnight Sasha and Anne became the school’s most powerful team players. 

Eventually, Sasha, Anne, and Marcy grew apart with Sasha being sent to boarding school by her parents and Marcy having to move away because of her dad’s job, but Anne never stopped working hard on her wrestling. 

After a long 2 years of bronze medals, she finally started racking up some wins as her trophy cabinet started filling with silver and gold. 

And now, 2 weeks after her 20th birthday, it was time for her to really start her career as Anne “The Beast” Boonchuy! 

Flashing back to the present day, Anne woke up ready to start her day. She brushed her teeth, got dressed into her blue workout clothes,  got her hair to a small semblance of normalcy, and said goodbye to her frogs, Hop-Pop, Polly, and Sprig, and her cat, Domino. 

She leapt out of her crummy pale blue apartment in LA with the enthusiasm of a dog on crack. She then jumped into her old, faded purple station wagon (with wood siding) she  affectionately named Bessie, and excitedly drove to her first practice as a pro-wrestler.

She did not however expect the face she saw when she got there. 

“Anne?” 

“Sasha?”

Staring directly at Anne was the blonde girl Anne had spent the majority of her childhood with.  

And she was super hot.

Fuck.

Since 8th grade Sasha had clearly worked out a lot more than Anne did. Every inch of her was tan and toned, with her hair tied in a small ponytail that couldn’t have amounted to anything below her shoulders when taken out. She wore a pink tank top, that clearly displayed her red sports bra underneath, and pink shorts that ended right around her mid thigh and clung to the muscles that were built up in her legs. 

Anne had no idea how to react. Was she jealous of Sasha’s muscles, or attracted to them? The problems with being a lesbian in sports, ladies and gentlemen. 

“Oh my god, girlfriend!! I haven’t seen you in so long!!” Sasha exclaimed, dropping her red duffle bag and pulling Anne into a painfully tight hug. 

“hEy…sAsH…” Anne gasped, struggling to breathe as Sasha held on so tight. “bEeN a bIt!”

Sasha quickly realized she held on to tight, and let go with a quick apology. 

“So! You do wrestling still?” Anne awkwardly asked.

“No I come here for donuts.”

“Very funny.”

Anne tried to hide her clear anxiety at seeing Sasha again. She hadn’t realized it in 8th grade, but in the years since Sasha left Anne realized that Sasha was her first crush. 

“So what’s your name?” Sasha broke Anne’s train of thought.

“I’m sorry?”

“Your name. Ya know, like Anne ‘The Bitch’ Boonchuy or something” said Sasha.

“Actually it’s Anne ‘The Beast’ Boonchuy, but your idea was better.” Anne replied. “What about you?” 

“Oh i’m going strong with ‘Sasha The Slayer.’” 

“Your old nickname from middle school!” Anne said excitedly

“Nickname? Sweetie that was a title I rightfully earned for kicking asses!” 

The two of them shared a laugh as they remembered old times. Then a loud voice over the gym speaker system yelled to the 20 girls in the gym.

“ALLLLLRIGHHHHT LADIES IT’S TIME TO GET OUR WRESTLE ON!!!”

All the girls cheered before the voice continued.

“FOOOOOORRRRR TODAY, We will be having HEAD ON MATCHES Between you. Here are you opponents, IN ORDER OF FIGHT!!” 

Everyone cheered before silencing in anticipation. 

The person over the speaker said multiple pairings as more and more girls stood off with their opponents. Anne and Sasha eagerly waited before slowly realizing what was happening.

“AAAAAAANNNNDDDD Our LAST COMBOOO!! SASHA THE SLAYER VERSES ANNE ‘THE BEAST’ BOONCHUYYYYYYY!!”

Fuck. Again.

Anne and Sasha stood next to each other, waiting for the other to say something. They didn’t. Eventually, every team had gone (though in Anne’s opinion they all went at a glacial pace) and it was time for Anne and Sasha to fight.

Anne knew she was gonna lose, I mean look at Sasha, she’s fucking perfect, but Anne was more concerned about whether Sasha was gonna actually fuck her up bad or not. 

They got up into the ring, and began. 

By some miracle (again, Anne’s opinion) Sasha did not in fact kill her. 

Anne actually got a couple good take downs in before Sasha tore her strategy to shreds. 

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Afterwards, the two were in locker room getting changed and exchanging some usual post-match banter.

“Seems like I kicked your ass out there, Boonchuy.” Sasha said with a sly yet sexy smile

“Hey I got some good take downs in!” Protested Anne as she slowly realized that the two of them were alone in the locker room.

“Oh no I am fairly certain I won that fight.” 

“Only cause I forfeit”

“You forfeit cause you were stuck between my legs and couldn’t move”

Anne smirked “Sounds like a win for me more than for you.” 

In preparation to shower, the two of them both took of their shirts, leaving them both in bras.

Sasha laughed and slapped Anne with her shirt. “You are naughty! You’ve changed since 8th grade.”

“What do you mean! I’m still that bushy haired nerd you once knew.” Anne giggled

Sasha smirked quietly to herself “Yeah but you’re like hot now.” 

Then there was a silence as the two girls tried not to approach the awkwardness of that statement. 

Sasha dropped her shorts and grabbed a towel from her locker. Suddenly, she dropped the towel on the ground. 

Both Anne and Sasha reached for it, hands touching it at the same second. They looked up and noticed how close their faces were. The feel of their breaths on each other completely turned Anne on, and there was a sudden gravitational pull to Sasha’s lips that she could no quite describe

After about 20 seconds of silence, both holding the towel, Anne heard Sasha whisper something in a low yet soft voice

“Kiss me…”

Anne leaned in and went with the force that bound their lips together. What started as a soft touch turned into a full french as the passion grew around them. 

The kiss was legendary, the kind of shit people write songs and fairytales about. Then it became the shit people like E.L. James write about, full of fireworks like the two had never felt before

They stood up in kisses, eyes completely closed, and fumbled around the room without focus. Anne slammed Sasha into the red metal behind them, closing Sasha’s locker. 

Anne then moved on to kissing Sasha’s neck as Sasha felt Anne’s hands exploring new areas of her body. She felt tingles of Anne’s fingertips on her stomach, her thighs, her hips, her hair, anywhere she could imagine. It was an incredible feeling. 

Sasha then felt Anne’s hand on her boob, over the pink sports bra. Sasha then felt that the pink sports bra she earlier today thought was the most comfortable thing to wear, now constricted her more than any other item of clothing in the world, and had to be removed immediately. So with a nearly split second movement, it was gone and her boobs were in full display.

Anne played with Sasha’s tits for a little bit, kissing, licking, and sucking them to make her moan with anticipation, then moved on the real prize. 

She slowly moved down to the soaked white undies Sash wore. She traced her fingers down Sasha’s chest and stomach, which cause small gasps to release from the blonde woman. 

To Anne, this was the most stunning, angelic woman to ever exist. Her skin smelled like lavender and nostalgia as Anne removed her little undies. She kissed Sasha slowly as she gently entered her with two fingers. Sasha moaned through the kiss as Anne’s other hand reached in her hair, removing her hair-tie. Sasha’s short, blonde locks fell to her shoulders, nearly in Anne’s face, not that she cared. All she cared about was the mission at hand.

She felt Sasha was very open and went for the kill. She carefully put her two fingers into Sasha’s hole, trying not to let her excitement get the better of her. 

Sasha gasped loudly and squirmed with pleasure as Anne broke off a kiss and bent down. 

Anne added to the pleasure by not only moving her fingers in and out, but also using her mouth on her clit. 

She made sure to go slow, to ensure the pleasure would last longer, but it wasn’t too long before she noticed Sasha starting to tighten as she moaned louder and breathed harder. She was almost done..

So Anne decided to help Sasha go out with a bang and stretched her hand up real high to reach Sasha’s left boob, making sure to touch her hips and stomach lightly along the way.

Then as she hear Sasha scream “FUCK ANNE!!” She grabbed her tit and squeezed with all her might, feeling (and hearing) Sasha let go to her orgasm. It was so intense she nearly got a concussion from hitting her head on the locker behind her. 

Anne rose up and kissed her on the lips. “That good huh?” 

Sasha giggled. “Oh hell yeah, but nothing compared to what I’m gonna do to you.” She smirked. 

Anne prepared herself for the absolute earth-shattering feeling she was about to receive, and Sasha got to work…

End Notes: it’s 9:30 and I’ve been working on this single one shot for about a week. My ponytail was so crammed into my pillow while writing this I think i’m going to have a permanent indent in the back of my head from the elastic. So anyway I hope you enjoyed!!

[miekasa]

MIE ‼️ What sports would the aot boys play? I’m so thirsty thinkin about these fine men in their uniforms and them wiping their sweat off 🥵 I will cheer for all of them with my “my bf is not only #1 in the sheets…” sign

I love thinking about athlete aus… I think I might have done one before, but I have more thots now 😌😌

Eren plays soccer in the fall, hockey in the winter, and baseball or lacrosse in the spring—tri-season athlete no big deal. But really, it actually helps him focus better on his schoolwork; he has to really manage his time between practice and games and assignments, and it teaches him to be responsible and self-sufficient, and he finds out that he much rather likes having something to do than being bored out of his mind.

He always plays forward because he’s quite aggressive, but it’s needed in these kinds of scenarios. He sometimes forgets his jerseys, in which case you’ll get a frantic phone call 2 hours before his game, “Babe, babe, babe, babe!!! I know you have your microbio lecture but I left my gym bag at your place and Levi is gonna fucking murder me—you’re the fucking best you know that, I love you!!!”

Jean plays basketball in the fall, and does swimming/diving in the winter. Depending on the year, he’ll play baseball in the spring too, and he’s got a pretty mean swing. He and Eren are honestly a pretty damn good team when they play together, and Jean is about the only person on the team who can predict and catch Eren’s crazy throws. Also, I will advocate for beefcake Jean with nice arms until I’m dead and gone, and he would look so good in all the swimming attire, even the stupid ass swimming caps and goggles he somehow comes out of the water looking sexy. Delicious, 12/10.

Armin plays soccer in the fall and he didn’t plan on playing any sports at university; too concerned that it wouldn’t allow him enough time to focus on his studies. The only thing he considered was swimming because he’s… a pretty damn good swimmer, but didn’t think it would be worth it.

However, Eren scammed him into coming to soccer try-outs during preseason and Armin made it, and turns out he really enjoys it, too. He would look… very cute in a soccer uniform, that’s all I’ll say. Definitely brings 18293 extra energy bars for Eren because Eren always forgets food (even tho he consumes it all day every day). He never did go through with swimming, which is a shame because he could probably lap half the other teams in his sleep. Oh well.

Connie plays volleyball!! And he looks sexy as hell doing it!!! He tries it out for fun and he fucking loves it, so much that he plays during the fall season for the university, but he also plays club year round. He honestly has the time of his life. Originally, he planned on being a setter—and sometimes he is—but he’s a better wing spiker than anything. Loves fake out attacks and he gets so fucking hype whenever his team makes a good play.

Wanna say I can also see Connie running track, but I just know he’d fall and bust his ass on the hurdles plsssss. Makes the dumbest faces whenever he passes his opponents and fucking winks before he crosses the finish line. 100% has a victory dance.

Levi plays soccer in the fall and hockey in the winter, and if you think he’s not the captain of both teams, then think again. Center forward in soccer, and let me tell you something, his legs in those shorts… yes, the socks and shin guards and literally hiding his lower legs but he still looks so. Biteable. His hockey uniform covers him from head to toe and he still looks sexy. He doesn’t even have to be as aggressive in hockey, because he’s such a skilled skater, he gets by without physical contact. He does casual ice skating sometimes because he’s that smooth on the ice, but it’s nothing serious. No because when he takes his helmet off after a game >>>

Porco plays hockey in the winter and baseball in the spring. If you thought Eren was aggressive on the ice, then you haven’t met Porco. He actually plays the best when he’s a little peeved off, but not so much that it clouds his head; when that happens, it’s him in the box literally every other play, and you should feel sorry for the other team’s forwards because they’re getting body checked as soon as he’s out.

He’s… alarmingly fast off the ice, too, which is why he’s a fucking ace on the baseball field. Not to mention he looks stupid cute in the uniform. Especially the hat. Particularly the hat.

Reiner is built like a fucking brick house, he’s playing hockey and he’s the goalie. Likes to be chill with his teammates and even goof off a bit before the game, but when he’s on the ice it’s game time. He’s so focused. He takes it pretty hard on himself whenever the other team gets a sneaky attack past him, but it fuels him to keep a sharper eye out for next time.

Bertholdt also does swimming/diving, but he does the longer races. His endurance is really good, and his technique is to take it easy in the beginning—even if it looks like the others are lapping him by a lot—and then kick it up when it comes to the end of the race. It’s effective 99.9% of the time. Him in the swimming shorts… very nice image, indeed.

[gaslysgirl]

Toute la nuit - [C.L.]

Gif credit to @/pinsaroulettes

Synopsis: provided by another sweet anon in my box after this post - You join Charles to the FIA gala in Paris after he won the championship, and you’re wearing the most perfect Ferrari red dress that he’s unable to resist.

WARNINGS: NSFW CONTENT (18+) - unprotected sex, breeding kink (if you squint), fingering, oral (m receiving).

“Charles, how do I look?” 

Your sweet voice filled his ears while he was leaned against the window that offered a stunning view upon the French capital city. Charles turned towards you, and his breath was stuck in his throat at the sight of you. “Oh, my love,” he muttered, his eyes gliding over the gorgeous, bright, Ferrari red dress that clung to your body. You slowly turned around for him, showing him that the back of the dress was nearly completely open, an elegant v-neck in the front. The slit on the side of the dress exposed your leg up to your hip. Charles approached you to get a closer look. “Well?” you giggled, he hadn’t answered your question yet. “Pinch me, darling. I think I’m dreaming,” he swooned, his hands finding the bare skin of your back, fingertips gliding up your spine in a way that caused the goosebumps to rise on your body. “You look breathtaking,” Charles said, acknowledging the diamond necklace you were wearing, which he had gifted you. “Thank you,” you replied, smiling as he kissed your lips, careful to not mess up your pretty make-up. 

He looked incredible in the Ferrari suit, the white button-up fitting him perfectly, and the jacket of the suit pulled taut around his upper body and his biceps, accentuating his athletic waist. The dark colour made his eyes light up even more. “What are you doing to me, mon coeur? Looking like this, and now we have to go out the whole evening,” Charles complained, a small grin on his face as his hand moved up the slit of the dress, finding the lacy edge of your thong. He kneeled down slowly, pressing his lips to your thigh until he reached your hip, finding the fiery red panties. You gnawed at your bottom lip, following his eyes when he got up again. The innocence in your eyes tells him you know exactly what you’re doing, but he doesn’t mind. He loves it, as always. “Are you ready to go?” He asked then, playfully snapping the lace of your panties in place under your dress. “If you are,” you replied, reaching for your clutch and then a coat to move around your shoulders. You and Charles were picked up from the hotel and brought to the venue of the FIA gala. 

It was the perfect end to a beautiful season, of which your boyfriend became the champion. You were incredibly proud of him, and you couldn’t wait to see him take the large trophy in his hands. Tomorrow you were going to travel back to Monte Carlo, and pack your suitcases for a holiday. Charles booked a dreamy holiday to Mexico, and you couldn’t wait to be with just the two of you. The car halted in front of the venue, and Charles got out in front of you, offering his hand to help you out of the car. Your hands were entwined while walking in, camera’s flashing. Charles’ hand only let go of yours when you stood still to pose for some pictures, his hand wrapped around your hip. You crossed your legs, leaning into his touch. You were guided into the ballroom next, and to the table where your name plates were. It was right in front of the stage, so Charles only had to get up and walk a short distance when he was called up. It was nice to see some other girlfriends and wives of drivers, and as Carlos and Isa were seated at the same table, you easily fell into conversation with them. Glasses of champagne were served as the ceremony started. 

You had turned your chair to sit next to Charles, his hand resting on your thigh while you moved one leg over the other, your hands atop of his. His fingers mindlessly padded against your skin, his eyes stole glances of your figure in that pretty dress, your perfect tits. He got called to the stage towards the end of the ceremony, and you kissed his cheek as he got up. Charles joined the presenters on stage, taking the microphone as he received the trophy. You knew exactly what he wanted to say, he had prepared a little bit of a speech at home. “Yeah, wow. I’m still at a loss for words that I won my first world championship. It’s been a dream to do this with Ferrari, and I-...” You looked up at him, your arms squeezing your tits a little bit more together, and you uncrossed your legs to switch them and cross again. “I ehm, I definitely couldn’t have done it without them,” Charles swallowed hard as he looked down at you. His eyes drifted through the crowd to distract himself. “We have been waiting for this very long, and it’s the perfect reward for hard work and a lot of dedication,” Charles said, looking at you once more, swallowing hard. “There’s ehm... There’s a lot I wanted to say, actually, but I think what’s been said already perfectly summarizes my season,” Charles continued.

“I want to thank my team, in Maranello and the ones always travelling with us, my family and my beautiful girlfriend for the endless support,” he finished. The audience applauded him, including you. Charles looked down at you, seeing the little, red lace edge that peeked from under the dress, and he was trying to not get hard right here. He had to answer a couple of questions about his competitors, tough moments, and what he was going to do this winter break, and gave short, but good answers, hoping it was over soon, and he could drag you out of here. The presenters thanked Charles, and he could finally get down from the stage. “Are you coming?” his hand reached out for you. “Already? Carlos and Isa are going to the after party,” you purred, taking his hand nevertheless. “You know we have an early flight, mon petit,” he says, drawing you into his chest. “That’s a shame,” Isa said. “But we’ll catch up another time,” she said, buying the lie Charles sold so effortlessly. Charles rushed to say goodbye to everyone, stopped here and there for some pictures, and then you could finally leave. He didn’t wait for the driver who brought you here, and just hauled a cab to bring you back to the hotel, as fast as he could. 

His lips were on yours as soon as the doors closed, and the cab took off, nearly pulling you on his lap in the back of the car. “Fuck, baby. I couldn’t take my eyes off you,” Charles breathes against your mouth, swallowing the moan you let out when he squeezed your inner thigh. “I’m not even mad you distracted me, if I could, I would have let you ride me on that chair in front of everyone,” his voice rasped, making you whimper. The ten-minute ride to the hotel seemed to last forever, but finally the cab stopped in front of the entrance, Charles paid and you both got out. His fingers wrapped around yours when you walked through the lobby and entered the elevator. You pulled the key card of the hotel room out of your clutch, holding it in your hand to open the door right away. Charles grabs the back of your thighs to lift you up against himself, and you feel your back hitting the cold glass of the large window. His kisses slow down, and you curl your arms around his neck, melting into his touch as he kisses you tenderly. His tongue glides against yours, and you feel him slowly letting you down to the floor. One of his knees settles between yours, and Charles cups your cheek while tilting your head aside to kiss down the slope of your neck.

You let out a muffled moan when his knee brushes against your clothed pussy, the tingles of your clit being touched moved up your spine. You slowly rolled your hips against his thigh, the high slit in your dress making it easy to get the fabric out of the way. Charles’ fingertips moved under the thin straps of your dress, teasingly sliding them down your shoulders. The dress fell down almost immediately, leaving you nearly naked in front of him. You let your head rest back against the cool window as his hands grope at your tits, admiring the soft skin, rolling his thumbs over your nipples as you arch towards him. Your fingers fumble with the buttons of his shirt, the bow tie of his tux already undone. He shakes the sleeves of his shirts down his arms, and you trail your hands up his muscled body. “Je t’aime, mon coeur,” he told you, kissing you sweetly. “I love you more, baby,” you mutter against his lips. The city lights reflect in his eyes when you look into them, and his mouth brushes over yours again, his hands touching you the way you loved. One of them slides down your stomach, meeting the lace edge of your panties, and gliding past it.

You do the same to his slacks, unbuttoning the belt and zipping them down. Charles’ fingers slipped through your folds, feeling how wet you already are. At the same time, you wrap your fingers around his cock, stroking up and down his shaft. Charles let two of his fingers enter your pussy, curling up before withdrawing and repeating the action. He lifts one of your legs around his hips to have better access, his thumb circling over your clit. The tension in the hotel room rises, the air between the two of you electrifying, breathing against each other’s lips while pleasuring each other. His fingers get more slick each time he nudges his fingertips against your spot, you’re barely able to concentrate on what you’re doing. Charles moans as you’re jerking him off with both hands, but he quickens the pace of his fingers, making you cum before he does. You place your lips on his chest, your hands on his waist as you steady yourself while sinking down to your knees. He licks his fingers clean before gathering your hair  in his fist, his forearm leaning against the window as you take his cock in your mouth. Charles’ abdomen tense as your tongue swirls around the head of his cock, a grunt leaving his mouth. 

You place your hands on his thighs, bobbing your head up and down his shaft. Charles looks down at you, slowly thrusting into your mouth. He growls at the way his cock slides over your tongue, the head of his cock in the back of your throat causing you to gag a little, but you didn’t want him to stop. He felt the pressure building in his lower abdomen, especially when you’re start to roll his balls in your palms. He pulls back from you, lifting you up from the floor to wrap your legs around his waist. You smile at him as he sits down on the edge of the bed, your knees reaching the soft duvet. Charles leans back on the bed, his eyes closing as you kiss his lips before pushing his chest to make him lay back. You reach between your legs to align him with your pussy, and you sink down on him. You gasp at the way he’s stretching you, briefly adjusting to it before lifting your hips to start riding him. Your palms press into his chest, nails digging into his skin as you grind back and forth. You lean back a little to get the angle right, and Charles sits up again, his hands supporting your hips to make sure you wouldn’t fall back. His lips start their assault on your tits, switching between the two, sucking your nipple into his mouth.

You start riding him a little faster, the pleasure filling your body at the way he fills you up, the way he’s groping at your tits. Your clit bumps into his pubic bone just right each time. Charles looks up at you as if you’re a goddess, and you are, you’re his goddess. Your pussy clenching around him has him gritting through his teeth, and from the way your movements start to become a little frantic, he can tell you’re about to cum again. His fingers dig into your ass, forcing you to ride him harder. Your head is tilted back, your moans increase in volume and pitch, and neither of you cared if the whole hotel could hear. “Are you going to cum for me, baby?” his voice rasped, your tits bouncing in his face. You whimper in response, your thighs trembling as you cum. You ride through it, and you want to pick up the pace once more, but Charles had something else in mind. He turns the two of you around, pushing deep inside of you. He entwines your fingers with his, pinning your hands above your head. You arch your spine up to his chest, and he groans the feeling of your tits against his body, your perky nipples against his skin. Your hips meet his thrusts, seeming to be insiatiable tonight. 

He’s been wanting you like this the whole night already. You’re so wet, he slides into you with ease, and his cock hits all the right spots. Charles’ head nuzzles into your neck, tongue licking over your throat till he meets your chin, your lips. Your mouths are connected in a delicious kiss. It’s passionate, tender, while his thrusts are hard and deep at the same time. It’s the kind of sex that tugs on your heartstrings and gets extra butterflies in your stomach. The panting, whimpers and growls fill the room once more, and his eyes are closed. His body tenses up more, more and more, till a breaking point. There’s a desperate look on your face and he gives you the few thrusts you need to cum on his cock again. Charles rests his forehead against yours as he cums inside you, and you both need a couple minutes to catch your breaths. You take your hands from his, wrapping your arms around him. Charles sighs as he feels your nails gently tickling his back, up to his shoulders and down. He lifts his head to look at you, pressing a kiss to your nose. “Everything okay, mon coeur?” he asks, leaning on his elbows on either side of his head. “Perfect,” you purr, caressing his face.

“You are,” he replies, slowly getting up from the bed. Charles lifts you up from the bed and brings you to the bathroom, offering a towel so you can clean up and go to the toilet after. He runs a bath for the two of you, and you sit across him in the tub, watching your handsome boyfriend, his lips swollen, a hickey on his collarbones and his hair tousled from running your fingers through. You move towards him, and he gladly takes you into his arms to make love to you again.

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I Just Wanted To See You (Sam Kerr x Reader)

Ever since the day you left you missed her. You missed her laugh, her smile, and the little notes she would leave for you when she would go run errands or go out with the girls. As thankful as you are to be in a close enough time zone to talk with her so often, all the things you love the most about her do not compare through facetime.

Having to leave Chelsea when your contract finished, was really hard on both of you. But Sam was very supportive of you knowing this was what's best for your career. Playing with Lyon would give you so many incredible opportunities to win big trophies and get called up on a national team level. Even if it meant having to leave a team that felt like family and your girlfriend you knew it was the right decision to make.

After not being able to see Sam for nearly 4 months you were miserable. So when you found out that with the small injury you had picked up on the weekend you would be able to go on winter break a week early, you were overjoyed. With Sam still having a few matches left to play in the first half of her season, you decided that you would leave it as a surprise that you could really come and see her sooner.

When booking your flight to London for the final group stage match in the UWCL, you told Sam that your injury was nothing too serious but that you would have to stay back to do some recovery for a while. She understood and suspected nothing of your surprise.

Landing the night before the game, you had Caitlin Foord come and pick you up knowing her from the national team and getting closer with her through Sam.

"Do you think she has any clue that I'm here?" you ask Caitlin as the two of you walk towards her car.

"Nah I reckon she'll be too focused on trying to get the win tomorrow that she'll notice anything's up. But you can just stay with me and Lia tonight and I can drop you off at the game tomorrow," she replied driving toward her house.

The next morning you woke up getting some coffee with a few of the Aussie girls who were in London before going to watch Sam play. You sat in the crowd trying to be discreet in hopes that Sam wouldn't figure out you were here before the end of the game. You were enclosed with nerves watching as Wolfsburg continued to score. As hard as they tried Chelsea just couldn't come back, which made you feel uneasy knowing that might put a damper on the emotions that you were hoping for with your surprise.

You could tell how Sam was visibly upset on the field, crouched over with her head in her hands. That was until Jessie came over to her putting her hand on her shoulder making Sam stand. Jessie then pointed over to you causing Sam to turn and lock eyes with you.

You saw a tear slip down her face and she smiled slightly, quickly making her way over to you. You wrapped your arms around her telling her how proud you are of her.

"How are you here?" she asked slightly pulling away looking really confused.

"I just wanted to see you and the trainers at Lyon said I would be fine to go home a little early. So I figured I'd come to see you play since I missed you so much", you replied.

She pecked your lips before pulling herself back into your embrace. "It probably wasn't the best game to come and see," she whispered against your neck.

"Maybe not but I know you guys will be back and dominating again very soon," you said kissing her forehead.

"Let me go shower then we can go home," you nodded following her to wait outside of the locker room.

She came back out about twenty minutes later with all of her stuff ready to go. She came over to you grabbing your hand before walking with you toward her car. She wrapped an arm around your waist pulling you a little closer. You turned your head to look at her with your mouth almost on her ear.

"I might have another surprise for you when we get home," you whispered teeth brushing her ear.

"Mm what kind of surprise?" she smirked her grip on you tightening.

"A damn good one considering your birthday is coming up," you reply kissing her cheek before walking ahead of her getting into the passenger side of the car.

She swiftly put her things in the back of the car before getting in the drivers seat.

"Well we better get home then," she blushed before driving away rather fast.

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Red & Blue | Chapter 16

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We are playing the Champions League final again, but this time against Bayern. They aren’t as scary as Barcelona, but if they managed to send them home, it wasn’t a coincidence.

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“Let’s just hope that we don’t have to suffer for too long” Ha! When the 90 minutes end, we are 1-1. During the extra time, Bayern takes the lead, but we manage to score a couple of minutes before the end. 2-2. And we make it to the penalties.

I hate penalties. They aren’t fair, just a lottery, and I’ve always struggled with them. When it’s my turn to shoot, everything in my body is shaking.

“You can do this” Leah says, knowing what I am going through.

“I can do this” I repeat after her, focusing on my breathing, on the ball. I’m alone at my garden, no one around. It’s just me and the ball.

I barely look at the goalkeeper, just enough to know where she is. And then, I shoot. She falls to my left, the ball going to my right. Goal. I think the whole world has heard my sigh of relief.

Bayern misses the next one, which means that if Leah scores, we win. She’s focused, her murderous gaze ready. And she doesn’t miss. We have won the Champions League. We have won the Champions League!

“I think I’ve fallen in love with another trophy” I say to her after posing together with it, holding it again as if it was a baby.

“We make such beautiful trophies” she laughs.

This time, when my family comes to meet us, both Aaron and Mason are with them.

“That was the worst experience of my life. I don’t want to go through that ever again” he says, hugging me.

“Same” I laugh. “But you shouldn’t have come down here. People will see us, Instagram is gonna go crazy and…”

“And I don’t care. My girlfriend just won the Champions League, and I’m going to support her.”

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When I wake up the sun is coming through the curtains, the light too bright, Mason snoring next to me. I stretch my arm to grab my phone and check the time. 10:15 a.m. We’ve definitely missed breakfast.

I have a few missed calls from my family and Eliza, the last one from just a few minutes ago, so I decide to get out of bed and move to the terrace to call her back. I move slowly, trying to not wake up Mason. He just changes position, still asleep, the sheets tangled around his legs.

“Aren’t you cute” I whisper, smiling at him.

I put on a t-shirt I grab from the floor and sit outside, enjoying the sun. I try calling Eliza, but the line is busy, so I decide to check all the messages and photos from last night. Before big games I usually turn off my data, not wanting to be bothered by anything. The moment I turn it on, my notifications start going crazy.

“Ok then” I say.

First I go to twitter, just so the big red notification disappears. I know better than to check my mentions and messages there. Then I check my texts, replying to my closest friends and family members first. Half way through it, Eliza texts me.

After I’m done replying back to my messages, I do as Eliza says and check my Instagram feed, liking some photos from last night that the girls and the team have already shared.

“There you are” Mason yawns, coming to sit at the terrace with me.

“Hi” I say. “I was texting with Eliza, replying to some messages.”

“No Instagram?” he says with a sleepy smile.

“Just my feed. But Eliza said it isn’t as bad as I thought.”

“See? You were all worried for nothing” he says as he stretches.

“Should I also get a tattoo to remember last night?” I say, pointing at the dragon on his ribs.

“Definitely. But you can’t pick a minute this time. And I don’t see you getting something like mine.”

“Correct” I laugh.

“We have time to think about it. But first, can we eat something? I’m famished.”

“The cookies are probably gone by now.”

“I guess I’ll have to eat fruit then” he shrugs.

“Your abs will thank you” I say, getting up.

“My abs or you?” he says, grabbing me by the waist and making me sit on his lap.

“Both?” I say, my arms around his neck.

He laughs, and I laugh with him, thinking about how if last May, someone would have told me that a year later I would be this happy, I wouldn’t have believed them.

“Penny for your thoughts?” he says, bringing me back to reality.

“I was just thinking about how happy I am.”

“Because you have a boyfriend with amazing abs?”

“Exactly that” I say, laughing again before kissing him.

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A couple of weeks after we win the Champions League, we also win the League, and just a few days later we go back with the national team to end the season.

“There she is!” Coady says as I walk into St. George’s Park. “The World Cup winner! Champions League winner! League winner two years in a row! Best English player of the year for the third time in a row! Future Ballon d’Or!”

“Thank you, Connor” I say, hugging him. “But the Ballon d’Or is rigged. Ask Lewandowski.”

“Nah, they won’t do that with you. And if they do, all of us and the Arsenal fans will buy you one of Messi’s. I know he won’t mind, he has enough.”

“Sure” I chuckle.

The next few days are very chill, the friendly games being exactly that. Friendly.

On our last day, the staff has set a water balloons fight on the pitch where we train. They’ve divided us on two teams, those of us who wear read with our clubs to one side, and the rest to the other. At first everything goes well, everyone focused and following a strategy. But by the time it ends, it is a complete chaos. Both teams have mixed, and some have already given up after getting completely soaked. I’m running around on Tyrone’s back, Sancho behind us giving me balloons to throw at whoever crosses our path. Declan and Stones have found buckets somewhere, and are throwing water around. Like Southgate said, we are a family.

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Inuyasha Bad Girlfriend Guide

This is a companion piece to the bad boyfriend guide. As a Kikyō stan, I see so many fics where she is cast as the bad guy—sort of rightly—but... I’m hoping that a handy-dandy worksheet of a few more choices and why they make great bad girlfriends will free my girl from the perpetual bad guy treatment (and yup, I understand that she… in her necromanced wraith form in canon kinda deserves it.) Even so <cough>, here are some ladies for your consideration! They can do an excellent job keeping (or tearing) our OTP apart, so let’s let ‘em! (be aware here that Kagome is assumed to be the heroine in these scenarios!)

Disclaimer (I can’t believe that this needs to be said...) but this list assumes that the relationships are age-appropriate.

Yura: How can we not love to hate this vicious queen? She wears pieces of folded cloth as her outfit? Hell yes! Because if you’re not going tits-out in your schemes to further your personal hair fetish, are you really living? She’s mean, she’s over-the-top sexual, she collects heads like they’re trophies, and she has little personality outside of being the ho-out-to-steal-your-man. If your hero needs some terrible vapid awful-teen-movie-stereotype girlfriend, Yura is here for you. If you need someone who has no boundaries and makes your man uncomfortable? Yura is here for you.

Princess Abi: Gotta love someone with mommy issues that believes in her own superiority. She hates humans and doesn’t have time for lesser demons. Yes, fine, she’ll use them to get ahead (or help her mom get ahead), but she doesn’t mince words about those she feels are inferior to her (which is basically… everyone.) Need a snob? She will serve all your snobby needs!

Kanna: She’s an incredible practitioner of the dead-eye stare. Need someone who is so full of themselves that they don’t even deign to talk to the heroine? Well, Kanna is here for you. She can even have the nickname soul stealer because she seems to leech the very soul out of the poor man (or woman) she’s with. Add to that the looking like a doll and you have someone who is absolutely ethereally beautiful (almost to a creepy degree) and arctically cold.

Nazuna: Remember her? The human who hated demons even after one saved her life? The one who put all her trust into a dude who ended up being a spider? (We remember!) She eventually came around when poor Inuyasha turned into a human… She’s got that nice anti-demon bigotry to play with, and perhaps even a bit of the cultish attitude of “come to my temple and we can change you!” feels if needed!

Eri, Ayumi, Yuka: You date one of them, and whoops, you’re suddenly dating all three of them, because they can’t go anywhere without their best girlfriends. The vapid three are really great for name-swapping shticks (is it Eri or Yuka? nope it's Ayumi!), and can serve as a set of three-in-one mean girls to your heart’s delight! Lean into the power of three!

Ayame: Need a fiery redhead in your life? Yes? No? She seems like she would be a wonderful girlfriend except for the whole… she’s been stuck thinking about this one boy who she talked to this one time when she was younger and now compares absolutely everyone else to him. Seriously. Be ready to never stack up against the fairy tale. It’s fun while it lasts (Ayame is probably a pretty wonderful cook!), but you’re never going to be ✨Kōga✨ (the fantasy version, not to be mistaken with flesh-and-blood Kōga) so… ultimately it’ll fall apart.

Kagura: Oh what wonderful things that can be said about this queen of mean. Namely that she is powerful, she is beautiful, and she is desperately trying to escape a terrible home life. If you look like someone who will get her out of that awful situation? Congratulations! You have yourself a girlfriend! Unfortunately, this makes her cold and calculating, looking for where her next jump to farther away from her awful family will be. And lordie if this woman’s father comes looking for her…

Hitomiko: There are a lot of possibilities here! Let’s start with the tragically sick partner, who has been clinging to life and starting to fight a losing battle to an illness. You wouldn’t abandon her on death’s door, would you? Even with the sweet heroine there? The angst you can throw in with that! <chef’s kiss.> And then there’s the… “don’t do this one thing but if you do it’s going to get bad.” Sure, it was “don’t bury my head with my body” but how many other creative ways could you use this? Trigger that dark personality. The one controlled by the spider. The one that Hitomiko desperately tries to hide! The one that only happens behind closed doors! Basically don’t count this tragic priestess out.

Sara Asano: Yes, great, she is musical and can make people stop and listen to her play. But here’s the problem: she’s got that obsessive energy about her. She will follow the hero everywhere he goes, and definitely provides you with that excellent stalker vibe you might need. Would she pull a Glenn Close in Fatal Attraction and boil a bunny if someone breaks up with her? Yes she would.

Botan, Momiji: Silly silly girls, taken in by the words of a mean MILF who needs them to act as a shield between her schemes and the heroes. But what can they do for you dear writer? Well… they blindly follow what their mother says, and that means you have yourself some excellent stepsister types! Ones who are dating the noble boy because mom said so and they listen to mom. That extra bit of noble snootiness can be weaved into some great angst, especially if your heroine lacks the thing that makes one or the other snooty! These two also have the interchangeability aspect if Eri, Ayumi and Yuka are useful elsewhere!

Tsubaki: Speaking of the big old mean mommy. Here she is in the plastic-surgeried-to-look-young flesh! She’s manipulative and cunning. She is toxic and will burn everything down to get her way, and she will deceive and deceive and deceive to get ahead! Need an older woman who is pretending to be young trapping your poor hero or heroine? Well, here you are! Tsubaki the evil witch can give you all that sweet sweet old-hag power that your story needs!

Tōran, Karan, Shunran: Nothing like a good old family rivalry to make these two amazingly bad panther demon girlfriend candidates! Oops, they totally forgot to tell the hero that there has been a blood feud between their families for generations and they’ve come to collect!

Midoriko: Listen. Girl has a lot on her plate. She had to use her soul to trap the really bad demons after all. So if you are looking for that impossibly unattainable woman who seems to be able to balance a million things all at the same time while looking and being flawless? Midoriko is there for you. Problem though? She puts work above everything else. Fine, so her job is saving the world, but sometimes somebody just needs a snuggle, right? She’d also probably be that pep-talking ex, who sits down and tells the heroine to stop comparing herself to others, because she’s fabulous all on her own.

Kaguya: That type of narcissist that you could see becoming an influencer that will stop at nothing to become the top influencer in the world. She’s manipulative and powerful, and she is a weakness-seeking missile, so the hero better watch out. The more of his soul he reveals to her, the deeper into her power he will become. She definitely won’t let the breakup go, and will continue to haunt the OTP long after she’s been dumped. We don’t see this beauty enough in people’s stories!

Tsukiyomi: Beautiful, powerful, and has fallen in love with demons before. Problem is, she is absolutely stuck on her ex. She probably texts him while you are sipping wine!

Shiori: Sometimes it sucks to see your love interest with the perfect partner (can anyone tell that I am a Shiori stan?) She’s sweet and she’s smart and she’s supportive. She and the hero really do seem so completely happy together and it tears the heroine’s heart from her chest. Maybe they break up because Shiori realizes that the hero is secretly falling for the heroine, and maybe she moves away and they make the hard decision to part, but they decide to remain friends and continue to support each other. Sometimes it’s okay to have a fluffy and affable ex! And for one of those? Shiori is a great idea!

Inukimi: Lucille Bluth but a near-immortal perfectly beautiful dog demon goddess among mortals (we totally get where Sesshōmaru gets his good looks from). She probably thought of that one date with your hero as being because she was bored. Inukimi definitely likes to play with her food.

Shima: really doesn’t want to be here, but her parents forced her to behind her back. (Who the hell offers a girl to a catfish?) Problem is, she sees a convenient lie about the hero to be far better than the marriage her parents arranged for her. And that bleeding heart hero might just accept to get her out of a really bad situation! She’s a lesson: don’t trap people into relationships!

Honeki/Bone Demon: Gotta love those bait and switch ladies. This demon looks beautiful and lures men to their untimely deaths by feeding their bones to her father (who is basically all bone). Nickname her boner-killer (because clever puns are lifeblood), and make it clear she is really only after the bone and you have a dirty demon set of jokes and a heroine who can endlessly roll her eyes at a hero who is after her.

Koharu: You are too young to be trying to date these older men, young lady! Now go home and do your homework.

Sōten: I blame this headcanon entirely on @witchygirl99 and @nartista. That Sōten, the sweet thunder demon sister to the bad boyfriend brothers is a sapphic queen, who dates the hero in her journey toward being comfortable with who she is and what her sexuality is. Once she figures it out though, the relationship blazes to an abrupt and friendly end! You have the potential here for Sōten to comment on thinking the heroine is gorgeous, helping spur our hero toward his OTP!

Sango: Here’s another hard-to-make-bad girlfriend! Well, she has a tragic family history and really can’t handle trusting people but once she’s found her people, she becomes endlessly supportive. Sango fits the role of the better off friends ex-girlfriend extremely well. Hell, she’d probably be down for fake dating shenanigans to get the heroine to understand that she has a crush on the hero!

Kikyō: Yes yes, Kikyō is here. And yes, she does make a pretty great bad girlfriend. But that’s the thing about her. She’s full of so much baggage and tragedy and anger and resentment that if you’re going to thrust her into that role, she deserves the depth that her tragic priestess backstory provides her. She was burned (literally!) and betrayed! So if she’s clingy, it’s with this desperate knowledge that someone might tear the fragile balance back away from her. Give her the chance to be a broken bad girlfriend instead of the ho-in-the-way, after all, we have Yura for that!

Kaede & Rin are going unmentioned here intentionally. I’m sure that we can bend our imaginations to make them work—of course we can! But… with a most excellent list of 23+ candidates, do we really need to go there?

[volleychumps]

Found your tumblr acc recently and im INLOVE with it 😂. Idk if this is weird but, Can i request a fluffy imagine with nishinoya, bokuto, oikawa, and kuroo in which before practice the reader underestimates he's ability to lift stuff (calling him weak and other stuff) then out of nowhere, he lifts the reader to prove how strong he is and the other volleyball members there are like "... B r u h" lmao

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Warning(s); cursing

Underestimating Their Ability to Lift Things and Getting Lifted in the Process (Nishinoya, Bokuto, Oikawa, and Kuroo) -headcannons-

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Nishinoya

- come on you know better

- is the hardest simp for you, but you always say no because you really can’t take him seriously with the way he fawns over girls 

- so surprise surprise when he literally almost cries in joy when you pop your head into the volleyball gym with a stack of chairs they had requested tucked under your arm

- “Need a man to help you carry those, Y/N?” all puppy dog like, omg please pet him 

- “A man?” You tease, not seeing the way he had frowned while stilling in place “It’s okay, I doubt you could handle it-” 

- a whole beat of silence comes from him amongst the rowdiness of the gym before his eyes shine over in competitiveness

- and you don’t notice until he’s literally holding you by the waist, lifting you up like you weigh nothing with the chairs 

- grins widely up at you, blinking as if nothing were the matter as heat floods your cheeks

- he was literally holding you like a child, and you have to tighten your hold on the chairs so they don’t fucking fall 

- Now the whole gym was silent: like why the hell is their libero holding up some random girl in the middle of the entrance 

- “...do I need to call the police-” “Tsukki nO-” 

- Asahi’s literally palming his face while Suga is covering Hinata’s and Yamaguchi’s eyes, telling them not to take notes on how to treat the girls they like

- Daichi is behind him in a second, sweatdropping and ready to catch you if Noya decides to drop you because he’s so unpredictable 

- Tanaka is in the background nodding his head in approval while Kiyoko is just lightly shaking her head and thinking of a billion ways to apologize to you

- “O-okay, you can handle it!” You manage out, flushed as Noya’s grin widens, putting you down before scratching the back of his head

- “So ice cream after school?” As if he didn’t just pick you the fuck up, and your heart beats surprisingly a little quicker at the situation before you groan, spinning on your heel

- “...yes. It’s not a date though!” 

- let’s just say the gasp around the gym was collective as you rushed away, Noya grinning like a madman before punching the air as Suga and Tsukishima blink in disbelief 

- “That did not just work-” “I’ve suddenly seen enough today, I’d like to go home.” 

Bokuto

- bold of you to assume he wouldn’t 

- you’re the manager of the Fukurodani volleyball team, and you’re filling a large container with water bottles for the boys after they finish practice

- Bokuto’s your boyfriend, but still a newly-minted one that was always leaving practice to come up to you to bargain for hugs to keep him energized

- hugs are just his thing, okay?

- “Y/N can I help?! That looks heavy!” “I don’t know Bo...it seems like a bit much for you, don’t you think?”

- literally does not pick up on the teasing in your tone, and his face falls for a second before his eyes light up with an idea 

- so imagine Fukurodani’s surprise when a shriek fills the gym, and all of practice stops to see their ace had somehow managed to slip away from practicing to be the core reason of said shriek

- deadass lifts you high enough to where you’re sitting on his shoulders, legs draping over them as a hot blush fills your cheeks as he bounces on the balls of his feet, as if he were warming up

- “And now I’m gonna run-!” “Bo, nO-” 

- Akaashi takes a good two seconds to pinch the bridge of his nose as Konoha cackles at the sight before them, Bokuto grabbing your thighs to keep you steady as he runs around the outer gym

- Komi and Sarukui both shake their heads in disbelief as you hold onto Bokuto for dear life 

- “Konoha, get over here and help me stop him.” “Akaashi he’s your pet, you go get him.”

- only lets you down when he runs a full lap, and you blink in slight dizziness before expecting he’ll let you down-

- sike bitch you thought 

- “Y/N, can you do that cute thing where you lean your head over?” “Like...this?” 

- you’re still trying to get your thoughts together, and you hang your head over his upside down so your hair is draping downward, meeting Bokuto’s gold eyes from the odd angle 

- kisses the tip of your nose after grinning at your obedience, and you yelp before hiding your face in your hands after straightening with a blush

- Akaashi approaches him as if he has a hostage, both hands in the air as it looks like Bokuto’s about to start running again with a dazed you atop his shoulders

- I’m dying Konoha’s filming this 

- “Bokuto put her down.” “Gotta catch me first, Akaashi!” 

Oikawa

- “Why are you standing in front of Y/N-chan?” “Stop whining, idiot- it’s so you don’t look at her ass while she’s helping the coach lift some of the trophies onto the shelves of the gym.” 

- gasps at the accusation as you stifle a laugh from above, balanced atop stacked practice mats with Iwaizumi and Matsukawa chilling in front of you 

- “Y/N-chan, I’m being bullied down here!” “...I don’t know, maybe they��re onto something-” 

- feigns a second gasp of shock as you giggle before slightly struggling to lift a particularly heavier trophy onto the shelves 

- “Need help?” he’s done joking now, frowning when he sees you wobbling from your balance as you offer him a thumbs up when you lift it, too distracted to think about the impact of your next words 

- “As if you could offer me any form of help, you pampered setter.” 

- I kid you not this brunette really took those words to heart despite the laughs Iwa and Mattsun gave at your words, and walked up to your balanced form to push lightly on one of the mats 

- bitch the fuck

- you yelp before Oikawa catches you smoothly bridal-style, hugging one of the smaller trophies to your chest as you blink up at him with an owlish expression as he grins down at you

- “...did..did you just push me over to prove a point-” “OI SHITTYKAWA” 

- “Hang on tight, Y/N-chan, we’re going for a spin!” “A what-” 

- runs away with you in his arms as Iwa and Mattsun call after you like some kind of parents as you run away with an unapproved boyfriend 

- “...should we help her Kunimi?” “Nah she’s a goner, Kindaichi.” 

- Hanamaki considers tripping his captain but decides against it because it would probably hurt you too as you wrap your arms around his neck to keep from falling

- “...if you really want me to get her I can tackle really well.” “Kyoutani, sit your ass down.” 

- only sets you down when he makes it to the hallway conjoined with the gym, laughing at your bewildered expression as your back touches one of the lockers 

- “Still think I can’t help you, Y/N-chan?” “You are so dramatic, Oikawa Tooru.” 

- you shake your head before going to walk back to practiice only for his arm to stop you as he pouts down at you, leaning down as the pout contorts to a smirk

- “And what if I said I just wanted to get you and your pretty face alone?”

Kuroo

- “Kuroo stop flirting with our manager, you have to share!” “She’s my girlfriend, you imbecile.” 

- glares at Lev who pouts, wanting your attention as the tall boy impatiently waits to talk to you before you giggle, gently pushing your boyfriend away 

- “I’m everyone’s manager babe. I need Lev’s help to lift some of the mats out of the gym.” ...why didn’t you just ask me?”

- in all honesty you didn’t really think much of asking your boyfriend for help first, thinking it wasn’t a big deal as you grin teasingly 

- “Duh. Because I doubt you’d be able to carry one, babe.” “Is that right?” 

- But you’re already walking away to bend down to help Lev with the mats, not seeing the glint in Kuroo’s feral eyes as he watches 

- not gonna lie he was probs looking at your ass and trying not to admire it because he was trying to be annoyed 

- so as you come back laughing alongside Lev he’s really annoyed now, so when you bend back down again he walks up to you and scoops you up from behind, flinging you over his shoulder like a rag doll possessively 

- “Tetsurou, what-?!” “Team meeting!” 

- And I kid you not Kuroo leads this team meeting in the most casual-manner with you slung over his shoulder, Kenma sighing because he feels bad for you as if it were a test of trust, daring anyone to look at what was his 

- “Hey Kuroo? You’ve got a little something...” “Where, Yaku?” 

- “...oh nevermind, just a fly.” “YAKU MORISUKE-” 

- grins as he ignores you hitting him on the back, and when the meeting’s over he doesn’t put you down as he hums, lifting three of the mats with one hand

- “...I get it. You can lift things. Put me down now.” “I have no idea what you’re talking about, sweetheart.” 

- Lev is lowkey jealous while Yamamoto gapes at the cuteness of you two as you kiss the top of Kuroo’s head with a pout, trying to bargain you’re way down as Kuroo simply ignores you 

- “They’re an odd couple.” “If I said what she did, it would probably be me- he’s just insane.” 

- “KENMA I HEARD THAT.” “Says the guy with his girlfriend slung forcibly over his shoulder.” 

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