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footballffbarbiex · 7 months

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The Single Parent Series.

Me? In love with the concept of a baby daddy? Always.

Mixed players rather than one series about one player. Enjoy. If this goes well, I'll be happy to take more of these requests.

Darwin Nunez: his little girl loved Darwin's braids and wants her own but he can't do them. A trip to the hairdressers results in a hair style class.

Leon Goretzka: his best friend is the only one who can calm down his toddler and Leon has to admit his feelings when it becomes too much.

Leon Goretzka: Leon finds himself falling for a woman who is part of his daughter's life, but the age gap between them proves to be an issue.

Marco Rose: Marco is stressing over his daughter's ballet recital and so in comes the bestie to help him stop stressing.

Marco Rose: Moving back to Leipzig, Marco finds out that his child's favourite teacher just so happens to be an old flame.

Marco Rose: they become friends at the school gates and their children begin to have play dates at one another's house.

Marco Rose: very guarded following a messy divorce and she shows him that he's also very much a man and needs to think of himself too.

Mario Hermoso: best friends and she's there when he needs her the most

Mario Hermoso: Meeting at parent and toddler group.

Mason Mount: after becoming a single dad following a one night stand, Mason's best friend takes part of the hardship and helps to raise the little one.

Mason Mount: your child calls Mason daddy for the first time and even though you're not together, it makes Mason burst with pride.

Mats Hummels: his child comes home from school with news of a school bake sale but Mats cannot bake. Thankfully for him, his best friend is a pastry chef and she can bake.

Oscar Mingueza: he's on a first date when he gets a call to say his babysitter is having to leave due to a family emergency. His date doesn't want to cut it short and is happy to go babysitting.

Ruben Dias: Ruben likes his daughter's ballet teacher but the feelings aren't reciprocated…or are they?

Sergio Ramos: she's Sergio's coach's daughter and when he has childcare issues and has to bring his child to training, she steps up to help with homework.

Trent Alexander-Arnold: she doesn't follow football and has no idea how who he is, and has no idea that he has a child until she hears the little one calling Trent daddy.

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percervall · 1 year

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that's the kind of love (I've been dreaming of)

Player: Mario Hermoso Words: 2458 Warnings: smut, daddy kink, degradation kink, dirty talk, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, misusing a leather belt/use of restraints, thigh riding, orgasm denial, size kink (I guess?) A/N: welp, this got out of hand 🙊 Inspired by this gif set and @mercedesjpg and my shared need for more Mario fics. Very much 18+ under the cut

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Although this is not how you anticipated your evening to end, you have very little regrets about how you ended up here. In all fairness, you did put on that silk mini dress hoping it would at least fluster your boyfriend a little bit, and judging by the bulge in his trousers as his hands grip the steering wheel, you have more than succeeded.

“Upstairs,” Mario orders you as soon as you make it in the door, his voice leaving no room for argument and yet you can’t resist the urge.

“I was having fun baby, why did we have to leave early? I hadn’t seen Alice and Beatriz in ages,” you whine, a pout in place as you take the stairs and turn around to look at him when you make it to the landing. Mario pushes you against the wall outside of your bedroom, trapping you there with his body.

“Oh sweetheart, you know perfectly well why we left when we did,” he murmurs as his eyes rake over you. Even in the dim lighting you can see the mischievous twinkle in his blue eyes, which somehow seem even more blue. Biting your lip, you can’t help the quiet moan that leaves you as he drinks you in, lips quirked up in that smirk that sends your heart fluttering. You know he’s referring to the fact that you probably drank one too many glasses of wine, that you got a little too handsy with him on the dancefloor, that you couldn't stop grinding your ass against him.

“Such a naughty girl,” Mario continues, a hand sliding up your thigh hiking up the skirt of your dress. It’ll probably only take him seconds to realise just how naughty you are when his hands only feel skin as he reaches your hip.

“Not just naughty, I see. My pretty baby is such a little slut,” he all but coos. It makes your clit throb, hearing him call you that. A whimper leaves you as your eyes flutter closed. Mario ghosts his lips over yours, moving to your ear.

“If I move my hand, just how wet will you be for me, hmm?”

“Mario-..,” you sigh, titling your face to grant him access to your neck as you grind against nothing, aching to relieve the pressure between your legs.

“Answer me, sweetheart.”

His lips press the faintest kisses along your jaw as Mario slowly makes his way down your neck.

“I’m-... I’m so wet, Mario,” you whisper.

“Mm, I bet you are, baby. But I don’t think you’ve earned this cock yet,” he says against your skin, voice low and deep. The only reply you’re capable of is another whimper, which earns you a chuckle that reverberates in his chest.

“You have 10 seconds to strip and kneel on the bed,” Mario whispers against your jaw before kissing your cheek and stepping back. It takes a second for his command to register through the fog of lust and alcohol, but as soon as it does you’re scrambling to make it into your bedroom as you pull your dress up over your head, trying not to trip in your four-inch-heels. Leaning against the footboard of the bed, you undo the straps of your heels, and after pulling the duvet back, you climb onto the bed. As you get into position, you see Mario leaning against the doorframe, unbuckling his belt. Standing there, he looks like every male love interest in those dark romances you keep getting recommended on TikTok; so tall and brooding, dressed in all black and his salt and pepper hair that drives you absolutely wild. He yanks his belt out of his trousers in one fluid motion and the anticipation of what he is going to do with it has you clenching around nothing. He walks over to the bed, a sensuality to his movements that makes your stomach flip as you watch him.

“Had you been a good girl and behaved, you would’ve gotten what you want, baby. But you had to go and be such a needy little slut, and you know what happens to needy girls, don’t you baby?” Mario all but purrs, rolling up the sleeves of his black dress shirt. You know he requires an answer, but you’re incapable of forming one so you just nod. Mario tuts at you, shaking his head.

“Words, sweetheart.”

“Y-yes. Needy girls get punished,” you whisper, looking up at Mario who grins back wickedly. He beckons for you to move closer to the edge of the bed. He kisses you tenderly, a hand resting against your cheek as his fingers curl around your jaw.

“Remember our safe word?” he asks in a whisper, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. You wrap your hands around his wrists as he holds your face.

“Peach,” you whisper back, resting your forehead against his. Mario smiles lovingly at you, kissing your forehead.

“Love you,” he whispers against your skin and you murmur it back, stomach in knots in anticipation of him taking away the last bit of control. You love it when Mario allows you to just stop thinking for a while, to turn into his pretty girl.

“Alright, pequeña, turn around,” Mario orders, using the signal you had agreed on years prior. You follow his command wordlessly, turning your back to him and crossing your wrists behind you.

“I hate punishing my pretty baby, but you give me no choice princess,” Mario coos, tying your wrists with his leather belt.

“I’m sorry, papí,” you mumble as he manhandles you into his lap.

“Oh, you will be when I’m done with you,” he smirks, moving you in such a way you’re straddling one of his thighs while he sits on the edge of the bed. Your toes barely touch the floor and it makes it nearly impossible to keep your balance.

“Show me how much you want this cock, princess,” Mario tells you, leaning back as he watches you struggle. The fabric of his trousers is rough against your dripping pussy and you gasp whenever you manage to drag your clit over his thigh. It’s impossible to really get anywhere, get the friction you need because of the way your hands are tied behind your back. You whimper and whine as you keep sliding off his thigh, only earning a dark chuckle every time he moves you back. It’s frustrating; every single time you feel it building in the pit of your stomach, you lose your footing and the orgasm peters out again. Mario knows exactly what he’s doing, breaking you down until you’re nothing more than a whimpering, sobbing mess and perhaps the most infuriating part is the fact that he doesn’t even break a sweat while doing so.

“Please, please…” you sob, your thighs quivering as you loll forward once more, colliding against his shoulder.

“Please, what?” he replies, brushing your hair back from your face as he rights you on his thigh.

“Please papí, need your fingers, your cock, need you,” you mumble, whimpering as he tenses his thigh against your clit.

“You’re such a desperate little slut, aren’t you, princess? Soaking my trousers, rutting against me,” Marcos coos, his voice honey sweet while his words are anything but. A strangled moan is the only sound you’re able to make as he flips you onto the bed, face first. He raises your hips with one of the throw pillows under your stomach. You slide your knees apart to keep your balance, and can’t help rocking back and forth as pleasure and anticipation sparks through your veins.

“Already so wet for daddy,” Mario comments, hands resting on your ass, giving each cheek a squeeze. Your eyes flutter closed, head turned to the side. He slowly pushes two fingers into you and you let out a moan at the stretch. Mario sets a torturous slow pace, his thumb occasionally brushing against your clit. He’s teasing you, giving you just enough to keep you teetering on the edge.

“Please, I need- need to cum, please…” you whisper, rocking back against his fingers. Your body feels like it’s on fire, desire and the need to orgasm taking over everything.

“God, look at you. Greedy little thing, aren’t you? Always needing more,” Mario purrs, picking up the pace. He keeps his thumb pressed against your clit as he fucks you with his fingers. You rut against him, arching your back even more to give him better access. Mario keeps murmuring the filthiest words of praise and all you can do is moan into the sheets as you climax embarrassingly quick, muscles trembling while your orgasm drips out of you.

You feel Mario’s hands gently undoing his belt, pressing kisses against your shoulder blades, rubbing soothingly against the thin red marks on your wrists where you struggled against the leather. Gingerly, you move your arms, the muscles in your shoulders protesting. With a groan, you stretch your arms in front of you. Mario flips you over, the pillow moved back in place under your hips.

“Oh, I can’t wait to absolutely ruin you, princess,” he says, his voice husky, words sending a jolt of lust down your spine. You take in your boyfriend as he –finally– strips, moaning when you finally lay eyes on his hard cock.

“My cock-hungry girl, desperate to be fucked,” Mario murmurs as he covers your body with his own, finally capturing your lips in a searing kiss. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you sigh into the kiss, pulling him closer as your hand slides into his hair. Unaware of your own body, you roll your hips against him. Mario’s hands grip your hips, holding you in place as he slides his cock through your folds.

“Is this what you want, baby?”

Biting your bottom lip, you nod, fingers taking hold of the sheets.

“Use your words,” he tuts, stilling his movements.

“Yes, yes, please, need your cock.. Papí, please.. Please..Fuck me,” you all but sob, hips undulating against nothing in sheer want.

“Oh, you beg so prettily for my cock, baby. How can I say no to such a desperate slut? Isn’t that what you are, baby –daddy’s desperate little slut?” Mario purrs as he lines himself up. You nod, a strangled moan leaving you when he finally, finally enters you. The stretch has you panting as your body adjusts to his size and you feel so full. Mario moans as you clench around him, setting a pace that allows you to feel each drag of his cock against your walls. There’s nothing you can do but claw at the linens as you feel your second orgasm building.

“Look at you, already on the brink. Love watching your tight little pussy take my cock, I can see it moving inside of you, baby,” Mario comments, resting a hand on your lower stomach. He pushes down ever so slightly as he keeps fucking you and you throw your head back with a scream as your orgasm tears through you, leaving you shaking and trembling.

“Fuck, princess… You feel so good, so tight,” he moans, “so pretty, full of your papí’s cock. Gonna look even prettier with my cum dripping out of you.”

The words barely register through the haze of lust post-orgasm, but you can’t help but moan, wanting nothing more than for him to fill you in whatever way he wants.

“P-please.. More.. Need-.. Please…” you whimper, hips rolling against him. Mario’s hands slide up your thighs, fingers digging in where hip meets thigh tight enough to leave finger-shaped bruises.

“You just came so hard you saw stars and you’re already begging for more? Oh my sweet girl, so needy,” he growls, snapping his hips against yours. You can hear how wet you are, can feel it dripping down onto the pillow still wedged under your hips. Mario hooks your legs over his and leans forward, pushing your thighs up and out. The change in angle allows him to enter you even deeper and you can’t help but moan and whine and sob.

“Yes…” you hiss, digging your nails into the bedding. Mario can’t help but smirk as he sets a pace that has your brain short-circuiting. You can feel your orgasm building already, despite the fact you came not too long ago. It’s building like a wildfire, a slow heat that starts in the pit of your stomach, threatening to consume all of you.

“Mm, your pussy is clenching around me so tight baby, fuck… You gonna cum for your daddy? Let me fill you up?”

You let out a strangled moan as you nod, body wound so tight you’re afraid you’ll break into a million pieces once it snaps. Your fingers claw at Mario’s shoulders and back, needing to hold onto him as that fire keeps building until it’s too much and it pulls you under, consuming you whole. The last thing you’re aware of is Mario spilling deep inside of you with a roar as he leaves open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone and chest, and then it’s nothing but a loud ringing in your ears.

You hiss out a breath at the feeling of Mario gently wiping a cloth over your over-stimulated core, trying to move away but your muscles have turned to jelly.

“I know sweetheart, I know,” Mario soothes you apologetically, pressing a gentle kiss to your hip as he finishes cleaning you up the best he can without running you a bath. He throws the flannel in the direction of the ensuite and moves the both of you to a dry spot on the bed.

“You did so good, my love,” he praises you, holding you close. You swallow around the sudden lump in your throat as your brain begins to catch up with your body. Mario’s words wash over you as you come down from your high. You know the real blow won’t come until later, when the rush of chemicals finally leaves your system.

“Thank you,” you whisper, nuzzling into his neck as he holds you. Mario doesn’t answer you, doesn’t need to; instead he presses a kiss to your hair and rests his cheek there. In a few hours, when you wake up from the nap that’s slowly tugging at you, Mario will run the both of you a hot bath and wash your hair as you let the emotions run freely. You loved how from the very first moment you explored this dynamic with him, Mario would always make sure to hold space for the emotions that followed. Letting out a sigh as your body fully relaxes into him, you allow sleep to pull you under knowing Mario will always be there for you.

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This fic took me a lot longer than I expected. I could only write 3-5 lines at a time because I had to keep closing the file to compose myself. The only reason it exists is because of the unwavering support from @emilielfc, @kostasstsimikass and @mercedesjpg

This is the first time I've ventured this deep into this side of smut. I honestly don't even know where half of this stuff even came from and I'm not sure I'd be able to write something like this again

Usually I include a taglist, but because of the nature of this fic, I didn't feel comfortable doing so

Please let me know what you think, your comments and tags truly help whenever I doubt that my writing is good enough.

#football fanfic #football oneshot #football drabble #mario hermoso fanfic #mario hermoso oneshot #mario hermoso smut #mario hermoso x reader #atletico madrid fanfic #atletico madrid oneshot

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woso-dreamzzz · 5 months

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Foxes

Jenni Hermoso x Child!Reader

Summary: You like foxes

Jenni watches as you unpack your bag.

It is with great certainty that you line up your toys. She'd tried to get you to cut down on the amount that you brought with you but it'd triggered a meltdown so big that the neighbours complained about the noise.

It was easier to let you bring them all, even if they were all exactly the same as each other.

It wasn't an exaggeration either.

They were the same exact fox toy. The same one over and over again.

You had a few different ones at home but there were about seven or eight of this one, staring at Jenni with blank black eyes.

You pet each of them on the head before getting off the bed. You've been fascinated with the carpet ever since you both got in, randomly stopping what you were doing to aimlessly stroke it with a little crinkle between your brows that shows you don't know why you like it either.

It's another one of those things that Jenni has come to love about you.

It's strange, she knows, to outsiders but it's you down to your very core and she loves that.

You occupy yourself so well, so independent in your playing. Or...independent in the way that you only played by yourself because people tended to not play the way you liked and that usually sent you into a meltdown.

Either way, with you investigating the carpet and your foxes lined up against your pillows, Jenni takes the time to unpack her own things.

It had been a bit of a risk bringing you to the World Cup but with her parents and Rafa both busy, there was nowhere else she could put you but here.

"There foxes here, Mami?" You ask, finally sitting up.

"In Australia?" Jenni asks," I think so, osita."

You hum and get to your feet.

Your obsession with foxes is a little over the top, Jenni can admit but it's not causing anyone any harm so she indulges it. Besides, it just means that she knows exactly what to get you.

You hum again, meandering over to rub your hands over her soft tracksuit bottoms.

Your hand does a big swipe down before going straight up to her hip to do it again.

"Do they feel nice?" Jenni asked with a little laugh and your head bobs up and down in agreement.

You jolt when there's a knock at the door though. You immediately clamp your hands over your ears and Jenni sympathetically smooths down your hair.

"Don't like it, Mami," You say.

"I know."

There's another round of knocks, more impatient than before.

"One second!" Jenni calls as she sets you up at the desk with your pencils and drawing pad.

Jenni pokes her head out of the door. "Hola?"

Irene, Laia, Mariona and Alexia wait there, each of them sporting large smiles.

"Can we come in?"

Jenni spares a look behind her. You seem content again, scrawling over the paper.

"Yeah, alright." She lets the others in. "Osita, we've got company."

"Hi," You say but don't tear your eyes away from the page.

Laia and Mario instantly make themselves comfortable on Jenni's bed while Irene goes to check out the view. Alexia wanders closer to you, crouching by the chair you're sitting in.

"Hola, osita," She says to you," It's nice to see you again. I missed you."

"Okay." You keep drawing.

"Osita," Jenni says," Tell Alexia you missed her too."

Your brows draw together but you do what you're told. "Alexia," You say," Missed you too."

Alexia smiles at you fondly, more than aware of your little quirks as she takes a peak at your drawing. "That's a nice fox," She says.

"Yes," You say," It's a red fox." You flip to the front of the book to show the exact same drawing. You keep flipping the pages to show Alexia the exact same drawing on all of them.

The same red fox on all the pages.

"Red fox," You say, suddenly regurgitating words Jenni's heard countless times before," Vulpes vulpes. Found in Europe, Asia, Africa and America. Most widely distributed animal naturally apart from people." You keep drawing, dragging your pencil across the page. "Give birth in dens. Babies stay with adults until autumn and then leave."

"You know a lot about foxes," Alexia says.

"Yes," You reply, switching your orange pencil for black.

"Do you have a favourite?"

"Swift fox," You say immediately," Vulpes velox. Small like housecat. Found in America." Somehow, you've opened up a little to Alexia, fully facing her now though your eyes are nowhere near her face. "I like foxes."

"I know," Alexia says. She dips her hand into her pocket. "I couldn't find a big one but here."

It's a keyring with a knitted fox attached to it.

You swipe your hand over the fabric and immediately pull it away, grabbing it by the silver ring instead. You want to pull a face but you know that's not okay.

Mami tells you that all the time so you keep your face blank.

You shuffle off the chair to give the keychain to Mami to look after, wiping the icky feeling off your hand while you're still there.

"Is this from Ale?" She asks and you nod," Did you say thank you?"

You turn back to face Alexia again. "Thank you."

You don't go back to your drawing, you just sit at Mami's feet and trace the pattern of the carpet with your finger.

"Hey, osita," Laia says to you," Are you enjoying Mexico?"

You don't look up from what you're doing. "No," You say," Roja is not in Mexico."

"Roja?"

"Fox that me and Mami fed in our garden," You continue, perking up a little bit," She is not in Mexico. We do not have a fox in Mexico."

"Roja wasn't ours," Mami reminds you," She only came back because we kept feeding her."

"Roja had babies," You say like Mami hasn't even said anything," That's why she was fat. Roja had babies and then we left her."

Mami sighs. "We didn't leave Roja. We-"

"Red foxes have between four to five babies," You plough on, sitting upright again and talking at Laia," Born blind and deaf. Mating happens in winter so babies are born in spring, raised in summer and leave in autumn. Babies-"

You cut yourself off as Alexia goes to move and you stand up.

"Why you going?"

"Osita," Mami says," What have I said about being polite?"

You blink at Mami a few times, trying to recall what she told you before. Mami has to give your reminders a lot. She says that you're not good socially but you don't think it's your fault that people are weird and don't make sense.

She understands you and Alexia understood you when you used to live in Spain and that's all that matters.

"Where you going?" You correct and Mami laughs a little in disbelief, though you don't really get why.

Alexia laughs. "Just the toilet, osita. I'll be back soon."

You nod at her, just once. "Okay."

You sit back down by Mami's feet and go back to tracing the carpet.

"Someone missed her tia Ale," Irene teases and that causes you to frown.

Actually, you don't think you did miss Alexia, not in the way Irene clearly thinks you do. Actually, you don't really think about Alexia when you're in Mexico. You don't really think about anyone that much unless you see a picture of them.

Maybe you do miss Alexia though. In the beginning you think you did but that's because she was a big part of your life and then she suddenly wasn't anymore and that's a big adjustment.

You miss Alexia now though, as she goes off to the toilet but you've never been all that consumed by missing people except for Mami and that's never really happened because you're always with her.

Feelings are weird and people are even weirder, you decide and you migrate a bit closer to Mami. You tug on her leg, looking at her with big wide eyes.

She seems to understand you though, throwing your favourite fox patterned blanket to you.

You make a little tent so you don't have to see anyone else.

You can't always interact with people well so you prefer being in your fox tent.

You take a big, deap breath that runs through your whole body before releasing it.

You smile.

You can feel Mami behind you.

You think this World Cup won't be as bad as you thought it would be.

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