#But I fear that they already got all the best parts of me

[purplereina11]

New Signing, New Beginning Last Part!

Mia Larsen was Barcelonas new summer signing

Alexia Putellas is a club legend who just can't seem to talk to her

Mia was lounging on Keiras sofa conversations going on around her, she was too lost in her own thoughts to join in. She kept replying the morning over in her mind, the kissing the touching the orgasms the so many orgasms. She’d never felt so satisfied in her life, she could picture every inch of Alexia’s body in her mind. Alexia didn’t give much of herself to people but she got Alexia in ways she never wanted to forget.

Beth clicked in Mia’s face getting a knowing smile on her face when Mia still in the Spain shirt was out of it. “I miss her” Mia grumbled with a little smile when Beth laughed at her.

“You really like her don’t you?” Beth asked softly and Mia nodded, “Could you fall for her?”

“Think i already have, don’t get me wrong no where near the L word but, i have fallen for her” Mia got the most dopiest of smiles on her face when Alexia lit her phone up.

“What she said?”

“I know i said i’d see you tomorrow at training, but do you want to have breakfast together before going in?”

Mia’s thumbs quickly went back to Alexia Beth leaning her chin on her shoulder to read over her shoulder, Mia was back in the room after her short text exchange. They laughed they cried the five friends went through all the emotions catching up on life, Mia was happy, she had a gorgeous woman in her life excited to see what may happen there and her friends were happy and her career was seemingly better than ever.

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Mia smiled softly as Alexia was giggling as she told her a story it was the cutest thing in the world to see. “Alba was so angry it was hilarious”

“I bet she was” Mia looked as Alexia’s hand rested on her thigh, she wasn’t a PDA person and she assumed neither was Alexia. But she had been touchy this morning, a hand on the small of her back, holding her hand when they were walking through the parking garage. Mia was surprisingly enjoying it. She leant on her clenched fist giving Alexia her full attention, “You excited to go back to camp?”

“Um, excited is never the word, i see friends i rarely see but it’s not an environment I’m ever excited for”

Mia’s eyes scanned Alexia’s face as she was finishing her pancakes, “I’m going to miss you” she said it before she even realised the words were flowing from her mouth but the honesty just slipped out in her comfortability with Alexia.

Alexia wiped her mouth with her napkin smiled and pecked her lips, “I’m going to miss you” she spoke and the grin Mia got on her face was adorable, “You’re coming to the home game though right? I told Alba she said she was going to-“

Mia interrupted when Alexia was beginning to frown thinking Alba hadn’t done what she asked her, “She text me, we have a plan”

“Ok good” Alexia checked her watch, “We best get going”

Mia tapped her thigh, “I’ll get this” She rose to her feet to go pay for breakfast but Alexia took hold of her wrist

“No, i invited you”

“So?” Mia walked away as Alexia neatly stacked there plates, soon as Mia got in Alexia’s car her hand gently came to Mia’s neck pulling her closer and they had a little kiss session, which made you go all fuzzy in certain places “Lex, we’re going to be late” she kissed Mia again, “Not that i care suddenly”

Alexia laughed, pecking her lips giving her thigh a gentle squeeze, “About telling people”

“Do, you want to?” Alexia seemed nervous that she’d offend Mia by her answer, “For me.. i’d like to keep it between us for a little longer” she knew that’s what Alexia would want and that they were on the same page, it was exactly what Mia wanted to. She was nervous for telling people she was dating the captain. She feared the reaction she may get.

“You would?”

Mia nodded, “I mean, Keira knows but it wasn’t rocket science to figure out why I’d been gone a few hours when i went back to hers” Alexia smiled, “People don’t need to know yet” Alexia turned her car on and she pulled out the space.

“I agree.. i don’t like sharing”

Mia laughed, “No surprise there, your poor dog can’t even get a cuddle from me without you glaring at her”

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Mia was naked in Alexia’s bed yet again her breathing heavy as they kissed her body flushed, “Eres tan sexy” Alexia whispered in Spanish as her finger tips wandered up and down Mia’s bare skin of her side as she lay on top of her. “You make me happy” Mia let her hand come to Alexia’s back, she was pretty sure her legs were still shaking from that last round but she knew they weren’t finished yet. “I haven’t felt this happy for some time”

Mia kissed Alexia when she looked into her eyes, “I don’t know what i did to deserve you, you’re perfect” Mia rolled Alexia to her back and her mouth went wandering until it was on Alexia’s most sensitive spot. Mia could stay down on Alexia for hours the way she could make her body twitch and writhe the sweet noises coming from Alexia. She’d always enjoyed doing the act but it was that bit sweeter with Alexia.

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Mia woke the next morning to Alexia’s alarm fully wrapped and entwined with her, she was so warm and sweaty as they lay there “Lex” she spoke squeezing the body part under her hand which was a thigh “Time to get up, you have a flight to catch”

Alexia pecked the nearest piece of skin she could find untangling herself and getting out of bed turning her alarm off. As she rubbed her eyes Mia was stretching in bed behind her.

“Well aren’t you just a hot piece of ass” Mia smiled admiring the naked back of Alexia’s body and the many tattoos over it.

Alexia looked over her shoulder to see Mia her breasts peaking out the covers with a cheeky smile on her face, “You need to cover up otherwise i’ll never leave” Alexia closed her eyes briefly when Mia slowly revealed her whole body never feeling shy under Alexia’s gaze. “Mia”

Mia moved to kneel on the bed in front of Alexia, she pecked her lips as she took her hand coming off the bed her body pressed to Alexia’s due to the small gap, “i’m sure you can multitask” Alexia smirked as she was led to her bathroom Mia switching the shower on, smiling her arms coming around Alexia’s neck as her hands gripped to Mias ass talking in to her ear.

“I’ll never get enough of you”

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Alexia stood in line in her Spain kit looking for Mia, she could see her mum uncle and Alba but she couldn’t see Mia. She feared maybe she had second thoughts of coming in case the fans caught on who she was sat with. But she bit back her smile as Mia rose to her feet coming into view she laughed at a comment Alexia’s uncle made to her it appeared the way they were talking there first meeting had gone smoothly. Alexia had obviously told Jenni Hermoso all about Mia the minute she got face to face with her, Jenni loved the smile her friend had whenever she spoke of Mia. Jenni looked to Alexia then smiled seeing where she was looking, she turned her head back to Alexia, “She looks good” Alexia simply smiled at her friend, she knew. She didn’t need telling.

Spain won there match with ease, Alexia waved at her family firing kisses to them unable to actually speak to them. She fired a wink at Mia and both prayed she’d hurry up and just get back to Barcelona. They both were shocked just how lost they felt without the other and Alexia was lucky she had more structured days and less opportunity to miss Mia.

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It had been a long week with the majority of the team off on international duty, Mia had hung out with Mapi a lot this week in and out of training, there friendship developing, both just as silly as the other and were driving Pere mad even if he did find the funny side. Mia was having dinner with her grandparents at the end of the week when her phone lit up, it was a text from Alexia. She was outside, her Grandmother smiled seeing the message and her granddaughters smile, “Invite her in if you like, there’s plenty of food if she’s hungry”

Mia got to her feet and headed outside as Alexia shut her car off and climbed out the car. “Hi” Mia smiled, “You hungry? My gran said there’s plenty” Alexia slipped her arms around Mia silently, holding her tightly just glad to be back in her company to be able to hold her and smell that sweet perfume that lingered now in her apartment “Lex?”

Alexia pulled her head back, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Tell you what?”

“Rubialas blocked you playing for Spain and England”

Mia just stared at Alexia, obviously it had been discussed at her Spain camp but her understanding was she wasn’t too speak on the matter for fear of more retribution clearly that wasn’t the case for everyone, Mia wondered how it came about but didn’t want to have the conversation so didn’t ask questions, “It wasn’t relevant”

Alexia looked over her girl, “You can always talk to me you know”

Mia nodded, “I know that, we’ll talk about it one day”

Alexia kissed her, “What’s for dinner then?” Mia smiled walking backwards taking Alexia’s hand to get her moving.

“Come on” Mia turned opening the door Alexia smiled when Mia spoke Catalan with her grandparents introducing them to Alexia and vice versa.

“It smells amazing” Alexia commented when she had a dish of food put before her, “Thank you”

Mia ate her dinner as her grandparents and Alexia chatted freely, she smiled when her grandfather quickly turned the conversation to football. “Granddad”

“What?” He asked innocently, “I stand behind my statement if you played internationally you would of won a ballon d’or by now”

Alexia smiled down at her food, “I agree” Mia looked to Alexia, “What? You would of this years the way you’ve played for us”

“Does Alexia know the rea-“

“She doesn’t know the whole story” Alexia kept tucking into her meal she could feel the sudden change in air, but she explained anyway

“She doesn’t think it’s relevant, friends on camp told me Rubialas stops her-“

“We don’t say that name in this house” Mia’s grandfather spoke softly, Alexia glanced to Mia wondering what happened

“Maybe we should change the subject?” Mia offered she let her hand touch alexia’s thigh under the table to let her know she hadn’t offended her grandparents on there first meeting, far from it.

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Mia lay on her bed with Alexia who was in a world of her own as Mia watched her face knowing she was thinking about something, “Ask your question” she smiled, “I can see on your face you have a question”

“You said we’d talk about it some other time”

“He asked me to be apart of the Spanish selection group about 6 years ago, I said no. I wanted to play for England. He didn’t like that, he would harass, hound and just torment me. No matter how many times i’d block his number he’d get a new one, if i got a different number he would get hold of it. The only way to make it stop was to say i’d be available for Spain only, he told England and then he would tell the coaches to never select me.”

“The players, a lot of them, they think you refuse”

Mia shrugged, “Thats the story he peddles and I let people believe it, less embarrassing than people knowing you aren’t called up”

“Yeah but not because you’re not good enough”

Mia finally looked to Alexia resting on her hand looking down at her, “It’s easier this way, i get peace and quiet this way, you have no idea how many calls and texts id get a day, it was driving me to breaking point Lex”

“He can’t do that now”

“Alexia” Mia sighed, she was clearly over the subject and defeated by her having a rebuttal to everything she said.

Alexia pecked her lips, “I’ll stop but, you should be playing on the international stage, don’t let him take that from you, he’s took far too much from people that I care about without him doing it to you to” Alexia could see Mia thinking about it she kissed her cheek and lay beside her, “Your rooms cute”

“Not changed much since i was a kid” Mia spoke happy for the subject change and the distraction now it was all she could think about it, “I always got a room since i’d come stay in the school holidays, all the other grandkids had to share the other room whilst mine was always empty if i wasn’t here” Mia smiled at Alexia, “I was always the favourite still am”

“You’re my favourite”

Mia rolled onto her side closer, “I best be with what i let you do to me”

Alexia smirked pecking Mia’s lips, “That aside, you’re my favourite person”

“You’re in the top 10” Mia laughed when Alexia was smiling tickling her, “Stop” she laughed, “Why do you do this?”

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Mia and Alexia had a conversation about telling close friends, she’d already told Parades and Mapi who was under strict instructions to not say anything and let Mia tell Ingrid on her girls night tonight with Ingrid Keira and Patri.

Mia was in the bar having her wine smiling at the story Patri was telling from camp, she wanted to ask Patri how she came up but was scared for the answer so didn’t. “You’ve got anything you need to tell us Mia?” Ingrid asked, Mia instantly creased her brows.

“Maria told you didn’t she, Alexia told her not to”

“Told me what?” Ingrid asked, “I was only asking after that revelation?” She jerked her thumb at Patri beside her, both looked to Keira seeing the look on her face

“What the fuck are we missing here?”

Keira looked to Mia who took a breath, “Me and Alexia are.. dating”

Both girls were stunned into silence silently trying to process what was just said, “Does.. Does Alexia know?” Patri asked, “Alexia doesn’t date, never has”

“Alexia is very aware” Keira spoke sipping her drink, “Why don’t you tell them about how great the sex is so I’m not the only one that has to know that”

Mia smiled shaking her head as she sipped her wine, “Shush Keira”

“Thats why she’s so fucking chirpy all the time all of a sudden” Patri spoke, “She’s finally getting some!” It was like realisation washed over her, “Oh my god” Patri was spiralling, “It’s so fucking obvious now!”

“You ok?” Mia smiled as her friend seemed stressed.

“I’ll be having words with her”

Mia hummed, “She’s expecting you to, oh you mean now” Mia saw Patri requesting to FaceTime her captain.

“Hola” Alexia answered from the angle Mia could see she looked all snug on her sofa. 

Ingrid smiled reaching over to squeeze her hand, “I’ve been secretly hoping this would happen, i’m happy for you i think your perfect for each other”

“Right before I start, I am so happy for you but, you ever keep anything from me again we’ve got problems Ale, you’re sleeping with one of my friends and didn’t think to mention it?”

Alexia smiled, “We agreed to keep it to ourselves for a little while”

“Whatever” Patri grumbled hanging up

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Mia putting on a clinic in the home league game, what she hadn’t been told was that Sarina Weigman was here, she was back helping defend when the lines woman signalled goal kick when the opposition thought they should of had a corner. Mia looked over her shoulder when she heard shouting her brows instantly creased turning rushing over getting herself between the player and the official. “Don’t talk to her like that” Mia put her hand on the girls shoulder gently trying to push her back, “You don’t need to talk to her like that!”

The girl shoved her hand off her and she squared up to Mia but she didn’t back down, the team hadn’t noticed they spotted the bench up shouting and gesturing, they in unison all turned as the referee blew her whistle and began running, Mia was well in truly giving the player a piece of her mind. Showing she could be just as fiery when pushed.

“Get the fuck out my face” Mia shoved her with hand a little harder this time and the girl stumbled, Mia looked pissed as she started walking away fed up of this chick shouting at her, she lifted her shirt to wipe her face of sweat as she went to plead her case to the ref she simply held a hand to her and kept on by showing the player a red card that was hot on her heels.

“What happened?” Keira asked stopping Mia in her tracks the other girls coming over.

“She got in the officials face saying all kinds of crazy shit, I maybe shouldn’t of gotten involved but you don’t speak to people like that”

Alexia stayed by her players side as the referee came back to her, “Are you mad?” She shouted when she got a red card to, she pointed to the lines woman, “I was sticking up for her!” Alexia touched Mia’s back as a silent plea to just take her leave, Mia was shaking her head clearly not happy as she started to walk off. She took her shirt off as she started the long walk from the other side of the pitch to head back to the changing rooms, she put her head back annoyed with herself when she spotted Sarina in the crowd. “Wasn’t a red” she hollered back to the ref.

Mia kept walking as the lines woman came rushing onto the pitch over to the ref, Mia got to the fourth official who was told to hold her there.

“I was just trying to stick up for her” Mia said to the fourth official who nodded,

“I saw, I’ve explained” she said, “Please put your shirt back on”

Mia sighed doing as she was told as Pere came to stand with her, “She was kicking off at her I was just trying to help she looked terrified of her”

The ref blew her whistle coming jogging over as the lines women went back to her position, the ref waved away the red car and motioned for Mia to come back onto the pitch

“No yellow?” Mia asked

“No” The referee shook her head, she whistled for the game to get under way.

“I should at least get a yellow for the pushing”

“Do you want me to give you a yellow?” The referee asked watching the game as Mia still hadn’t left her side.

“No, I was just saying”

“Stop saying” The referee motioned for her to go away, Mia picked up a jog to follow the girls attacking, the ball was passed back and she struck it with so much force and accuracy that the goalkeeper stood no chance.

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For Alexia’s birthday, Mia struggled to know what to buy her, what do you get the woman that has everything and the ability to get whatever she wanted. So she decided to go for an experience she arranged for her, Alexia her sister and mother to have a day on a yacht.

Mia came out from the inside in her bikini to join the trio after putting the drinks she’d brought with her into the fridge to keep cool, Alba smiled and wolf whistled her, “Shush you” Mia smiled down at her gently shoving her head playfully as she came to take a seat as she looked at her phone she’d connected to the speakers to start the music playing.

“I didn’t know you had a tattoo” Alba spoke looking at the one she had on her hip.

“Why would you” Alexia asked, “If you knew she had that tattoo on her hip I’d have some questions”

Mia smiled watching Alexia and Alba bicker over something so trivial as to why it would be weird for Alba to know that, “This is the rest of our day huh?” Eli spoke.

“No” Mia spoke as she lay back, “This is the rest of our lives” Mia put her cap over her face and lay listening to the music being drowned out by Alba and Alexia.

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Mia invited Alexia to the beach for a walk, Mia hadn’t contributed much to the conversation with Alexia as they strolled. Alexia looked over Mia, “Is something wrong?” She asked Mia looking to her, “You’re really quiet, are you breaking up with me?”

Mia stopped turning to Alexia, “No.” Mia smiled softly leaning in to kiss her as reassurance “i do have something i have to tell you though”

“Is it bad?”

Mia smiled ever so slightly, “I’ve been invited to join the next England camp at the end of the month”

Alexia got the biggest smile on her face which grew Mia’s, “Really?” Mia nodded, Mia giggled when Alexia wrapped her arms around her and lifted her in excitement, “I am so happy for you!” For the moment she was being spun around by Alexia, as she laughed she forgot all the negative feelings she did feel, all the apprehension and worry left her body. For excitement and happiness. Alexia set her down and made eye contact, “You said yes right?”

“I’m nervous”

“You’ll smash it” Alexia pecked her lips her hand coming to her face, “And nothing with come of it, i mean with him”

“I hope not”

Alexia pushed her forehead to Mia’s, “You should be excited”

“I know” Mia whispered, “But when they announce it tomorrow i’m dreading it”

Alexia cupped her face, “Mia” she spoke softly her thumb gently moving back and fourth, “Just focus on the football and what happens we’ll face together” she pecked her lips, “I’ve got you, ok?” Mia nodded and reconnected their lips, she felt safe when she was close to Alexia. “I’m so proud of you”

“Stop” Mia spoke softly, “You’ll make me cry with how cute you’re being” Alexia smiled, “You do realise, if i get minutes i’ll be playing against you”

“Oh yeah, Spain are playing England” Alexia smiled, “At least i won’t have to mark you” Alexia ran her hand to rest on her hip as they laughed.

“Am i ever getting this cap back?” Mia asked fiddling with the hat on Alexia’s head

“Do you want it back?”

“No, you look hot in it, you keep it”

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Mia had the best time at her England camp over the first few days, she got to spend time with her friends, meet players she’d played against to get to know them and meet players she’d never played against. They were all so warm and welcoming and went out there way it seemed to speak to and include her. It had been a positive experience one she wished had come sooner but there was a reason it hadn’t.

Today was the Wembley game against Spain, she was on the bench, Sarina had a conversation with her, she would sub on in this game around the 60 minute mark after not appearing in there away game in Belgium. Sarina wanted to give her this moment at Wembley making her debut against Spain the country that had blocked this for many years with her home fans to welcome and support her.

It was the anniversary of her parent’s death today, and the team had been incredibly supportive of that. Mia took a deep breath as she came up to the line to wait to come on, the atmosphere was electric with anticipation it was a big moment for one of English fans favourites. Her eyes were trained on the grass in front of her going over all the tactics she’d been told about. There had been some reports in the papers this morning of her ‘feud’ with the Spanish federation and bits of what Luis Rubialas had put her through, it was bad enough what had been written and it all had actually been true but it was no near where as bad as it did get.

She felt emotional she didn’t know whether it was the dead parents or the moment she’d waited too long for or it all just combined.

“Substitution for England” Mia rose her head, “Making way Number 9 Alessia Russo” Wembley cheered as Alessia clapped then she got a big smile when she saw who was coming on, she would usually exit on the right considering she was all the way over there but she ran over the field, Alessia hugged Mia so tight when she got to her.

“Proud of you Mi! Kill it”

“And taking her place” the announcer started raising his voice, “Making her England Debut! Number 23! Mia Larsen!” Mia jogged onto the pitch to a loud ovation that forced her to smile instantly. She slapped Keiras hand on the way past looking back with her smile still when Keira smacked her arse.

Mia added energy to England who were 3 Nil down, she got the ball in the midfield in a lot of space, more space then the women who played with her week in and week out should of afforded her. She looked up and did a pin point pass to Beth Mead like going back to there Arsenal days who headed it past Misa. Beth ran to Mia they celebrated together briefly before heading to the restart, Mia was clapping at her team, “Come on” she shouted, she motioned to fire up if it was any team that could bring this back and get this Wembley rocking it was England.

Leah mimicked Mia and the energy was coming back to the team as the restart was taken, Mia was running rings around Olga Carmona much like she did in the Madrid game, she sent Olga the wrong way on the edge of the box and she had the space to take a shot which she did and it went in. She went running back down the field there was no time to celebrate her debut goal 15 minutes in, they had 15 minutes to get one goal to draw level, it was doable to salvage a draw in this friendly.

Mia held her fist to the bench and staff that was up celebrating, “Come on!” She shouted, “Come on girls” she shouted out to the field of players, “One more!” Alexia had full view as one of the English defenders came up behind Mia speaking into her ear arm around her chest Mia smiling. They slapped hands as Alex Greenwood moved back into position covering her mouth to say something to Millie who told Leah who then told Lucy.

Spains shoulders were down, and Montse had no rebuttal no tactical help, she didn’t know how to counter, it was left to the girls on the pitch to try and figure this out for themselves. Mia had pointed out Spains defence were sitting pretty high, they were trying to get the high press back on, Mia saw the opportunity to run in beyond if Leah could play one of her long passes. Keira and Beth were told about the plan, as was Tooney. Mia, Tooney and Beth were to as soon as Keira got the ball keep on side so when she passed back to Leah and she booted it beyond. It took a little while to get the ball from the Spanish mid field playing it around but Keira dispossed Alexia, Mia took off running and was clearly on side when Leah booted the ball beyond the defence line.

Wembley was rocking when Mia showed her pace with the ball skipped around Misa who came out to meet her and slot it home to square it all up on the 89th minute of the game. Mia stood alone with the corner looking up to the sky, “For you” she fired two kisses up, just as Beth and Ella got to her. It was nice two of her teammates who had suffered a loss was there, they’d had many deep conversations this week about grief and shared difficulties and different ways they’d found to cope.

“Always with you” Beth spoke tapping Mia’s heart, “In here, they’re always watching, they’d be so proud Mia”

Ella hugged her so tight as a few tears escaped, the other girls all got there to celebrate the moment. As the girls were moving away Mia was walking backwards she tapped the badge and threw her hands up to fire the crowd back up, she pulled her shirt up to wipe her tears as she began jogging back to the restart. Patri grabbed her neck to speak into her ear briefly smacking her back as she went by.

It was the best outcome for Mia’s relationship, they both scored twice and they drew, Alexia was the last Spain player to find her she motioned for Mia to come to her with her finger, “Give me your shirt” she hollered as Mia walked towards her in the centre of both teams, they swapped shirts but neither put the other on.

“I have one of these” Mia smiled, “Would you care if I gave it someone else?”

“Who?”

“One of the younger girls, I heard her talking she wanted your shirt but wouldn’t ask you”

“Oh.. ok” Alexia nodded before pulling Mia in for a hug, “I’m so proud of you, it took everything in me to not come to you when you were crying”

“I’m ok, it’s just all a lot but i’m ok” They stood silently just holding each other longer than deemed just teammates would do, of course it was TikTok with many comments debating the interaction.

Mia was peeled away to go to ITV interviews with Laura Woods, Karen Carney and Ian Wright. She was met by Karen and Ian with excitement smiles and big hugs, she warmly greeted Laura when she was handed a microphone, “Wow Mia, what a debut what a moment, what are you thinking right now?”

Mia puffed out some air, “Honestly?” She questioned with a smile, “Finally” Ian was nodding along at the end, “I’ve dreamt of that moment many times over the years and it’s never gone like that, its what dreams are made of for sure, and to be able to do it with this group of girls at the home of English football, I couldn’t of asked for anything more special”

“A lot of fans were shocked you didn’t appear in the Belgium game”

“We were shocked” Ian spoke

Mia smiled as Laura carried on, “And to see you get only thirty minutes, but what a thirty minutes it was”

“Yeah of course me and Sarina had a conversation around the expectations of me coming into this team and if I was as young as Clinton, Naz, Beever-jones I too would have to prove myself that doesn’t change just because I’ve been playing longer, what you achieve away from England gets you through the door but its what you do when here that keeps you here and at what level. I’ve obviously followed the girls over the years and I’ve watched many players that are world class come in and sit on the bench game after game so for me to get on today was the icing on the cake to a perfect week”

“We saw you there moments ago having an embrace with your Barcelona Captain Alexia Putellas and swapping shirts, what are the feelings from your club players here tonight?”

Mia nodded, “Yeah um, just congratulating me and saying they were proud, I’m not keeping this shirt, one of the girls was too shy to ask so I’ll give it to her besides I sit next to Alexia in the locker room back home so I can sneak a few shirts if I wanted to” Mia joked

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Mia walked into the locker room, she held the shirt in her hand to Grace Clinton, “What’s this?” She asked

“Putellas shirt” she nodded, “I heard you talking you wanted it”

“Oh my god” Grace of course insisted on hugging Mia who laughed.

“I have to go, I have to pee”

“Just 10 more seconds, thank you so much”

“She’s not that scary, next time just ask”

“You would say that” Beth hollered. Mia rolled her eyes finally getting away from Grace.

“What’s she talking about?” Millie Bright asked

Mia as she moved through the locker room Leah and Keira grinning away she confessed, “I’ve um, been dating Alexia for about 5 months”

“Fuck off” Millie hollered, “Only you’d fucking go to Barca and pull La fucking Reina” Mia just laughed as she left to go the bathroom

“Mia” Beth hollered as Alexia nervously and awkwardly stood near the door with Sarina, she smiled at the captain before shouting, “Mia!” She exclaimed

“What?” Mia met her aggression back

“Come here!”

“You come here!”

“Trust me!” Beth called again, “You really want to come here!”

Mia sighed washing her hands she paused as she came out to see Alexia stood adorably awkwardly, “Hola” Alexia smiled, Mia smirked as Alexia spoke in Spanish to her, “Get your stuff we need to go” she always got nervous speaking English in a large group as she wasn’t overly confident doing it.

“Go where?”

“That’s a surprise come on” Mia furrowed her brows and didn’t move getting a look from Alexia that made the room show there amusement in many different ways. “Keira” Alexia looked to her club mate, “Can you tell her to get her stuff and that we have to go?”

“Mia babe, get your stuff you have to go” Keira looked to Alexia, “Where are you going exactly?”

“Paris”

“What?” Mia vocalised her shock, “I’ve always wanted to go to Paris”

“I know but you won’t get to go if we miss our flight, come on” Alexia smiled

“Why though?”

“You ask to many questions” Alexia said looking out the door.

+

Alexia climbed on there bed where it seemed to all get to much for little Mia who’d fell asleep, Alexia gently woke her with kisses. Mia slowly opened her eyes, “Come on, the towers lit up” Alexia whispered, she helped Mia off the bed and out onto the balcony she stood behind her holding her as they silently watched the tower glisten.

“If you would of told me four hours ago i’d of scored twice on my international debut and ended the night in Paris with you i wouldn’t of believed it”

Alexia held her a bit tighter as they went back into silence, Alexia had something to say but she was incredibly nervous to say it but when she gazed at Mia’s soft smile on her face it came falling out, “I love you Mia”

Mia turned her head to Alexia before her body spun in her arms, she held her face as she kissed her gently, “I love you”

Mia smiled, “Does this mean you’re my girlfriend?”

Alexia laughed gently, “Of course. It’s always been you Mia, from the day i met you. You flipped my world completely and i wouldn’t have it any other way”

[obeymeshallwedateaddict]

HEAR ME OUTTTTT:

Mc who has no fear (Mc calling Barbatos cute).

I need to see his and the other's eaction PUHLEASEEEEEEEEE

You can do this however you like!! (Just please include the part of where mc calls Barbatos cute and the other's reactionnnnnnnn)

I'm hearing you out! Loud and clear! >:)))

Enjoy!

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The grand dining hall in the Demon Lord’s Castle, where tea time is in full swing. The atmosphere is unusually calm...

Diavolo: cheerfully pouring tea into everyone's cups Ah, tea time! It’s always so nice to gather like this and just enjoy some peace.

Lucifer: grumbling, trying to maintain his composure I can think of better ways to spend my time, but of course, Diavolo insisted so I had no choice...

Mammon: eyeing the teapot suspiciously It's a bit too proper for my taste. Where's the beer?

Leviathan: mumbling, eyes glued to his phone Seriously, I can’t even play my game with all this “classy” nonsense happening... Ughhh I just wanna dig myself a hole and die in it!!!!! This is sooo awkwaarddddd

Asmodeus: beaming Oh, but look at Barbatos! His tea setup is always sooo perfect. He makes it look effortless, like everything he touches turns to gold. glances over at Barbatos with a fond smile

Barbatos: gracefully pouring tea for everyone, a quiet, unshakable calm radiating from him It’s always a pleasure to serve.

MC: sips their tea, looking at Barbatos with an amused expression You know, Barbatos... you’re kinda cute.

Barbatos: mid-pour, freezes for a split second, eyes widening slightly …Pardon?

Lucifer: immediately chokes on his tea, sputtering

Mammon: slams his hands on the table WAIT, WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?!

Leviathan: eyes bulging DID YOU JUST CALL BARBATOS CUTE?!

Asmodeus: leaning forward, eyes gleaming Oh my... MC. You did not. You actually did!! This is soo juicyy~

Satan: staring in disbelief That... is not something I thought I’d ever hear in my lifetime.

Beelzebub: pauses mid-bite, blinking What did I just hear?

Belphegor: raises an eyebrow, half-awake Did I hear that right? MC just called Barbatos cute?

Diavolo: laughing uncontrollably, holding his stomach This is absolutely priceless. I don’t think anyone has ever dared to call Barbatos cute!

Barbatos: composes himself, smiling as always, but there’s a small hint of confusion in his eyes Well… that is certainly a new way to describe me. his voice softens a little I’m flattered, I suppose.

MC: grinning, clearly unfazed What? You’ve got this whole “too perfect” thing going on. Calm, polite, always in control… It’s honestly kind of adorable.

Lucifer: facepalming MC, please. You can’t just say things like that.

Mammon: panicking Are you trying to get yourself killed?! Do you even know what he can do to you? He could destroy you with a thought!

Leviathan: clutching his phone, wide-eyed Dude. You just signed your own death certificate. You called Barbatos cute. He probably already knows at least fifty ways to make you regret that.

Asmodeus: laughing so hard he almost spills his tea I can’t breathe, this is amazing. I’m living for this moment right now.

Satan: smirking I think this might be the first time anyone has ever thrown Barbatos off his game.

Beelzebub: still eating So… do they get a free pass for calling Barbatos cute, or is that a one-way ticket to the afterlife?

Belphegor: grinning I’m pretty sure MC just gave Barbatos a mini heart attack.

Diavolo: wiping a tear from his eye from laughing This is honestly the best thing I’ve heard all week. I never thought I’d hear that.

Barbatos: gently places his cup down, eyes softening, though his voice remains calm I see. Well, I suppose I can take that as a compliment, then. pauses, then adds with a slightly teasing smile You certainly are bold, MC.

MC: leaning back, completely unfazed You should know by now, Barbatos. I’ve got a lot of charm.

Lucifer: rubbing his temples Oh no, this is going to be a nightmare.

Mammon: still flailing Does anyone else think that Barbatos is gonna get revenge for this? Like, in fifty different ways?!

Leviathan: whispering I swear, this could be the start of something dangerous...

MC: grinning widely Let’s see if he’s cute enough to let me live, huh?

Barbatos: smiling, though there’s a hint of amusement in his eyes Well, I’m afraid you’ll have to wait and see. gives them a wink But I do appreciate your boldness, MC.

Diavolo: laughing, wiping his eyes You really do keep things interesting around here, MC. I’m actually impressed!

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The End…? (Or maybe just the beginning of MC’s new favorite hobby: calling Barbatos cute and seeing how far they can push it.)

[maybeafrog-blog]

In Defense of Donnie's Gifts

I'm ngl I sorta think the shock collar was still just an odd writing decision but as far as PREMISE:

It CANNOT be a coincidence that this is the first time (and one of VERY few times) that Donnie's soft shell is referenced. Once, when Raph is hesitating to tell Donnie his gifts suck ass, and he uses the soft shell metaphor, and after that with Meat Sweats and his paprika, describing it as not just soft, but delicate. Weird, but he is a cannibal, so. (Side note, Meat Sweats never removed his battle shell? How does he know? Or did he take it off and replace it after the pound of butter? Is he using it to facilitate steaming and tenderness? Is it broken? I feel like it should have something in there that could break him out of the sausage links)

Then in that last little scene- "Forget it. You guys are great the way you are!" - we get the shot of Donnie from behind pre group hug, with his brothers facing the camera. (Idk if I'm making shit up, but I feel like this is a staple for Donnie episodes? It def happens in the Purple Game, maybe Smart Lair.) The framing draws attention to his battle shell. The battle shell even kinda matches the gifts, compared to the rest of their gear and even Donnie's tech, color coded and way more streamlined than stuff like the tech bo.

Donnie's soft shell is an innate, unchangeable part of him, a feature of his species, that he treats as a handicap. Probably MORE unchangeable than the character traits he sees as holding his brothers back, which they do sorta... not mature out of, but refine, rather, over the course of the show. Donnie's shell can't experience a character arc, but he sees it as holding him back. So he FIXES it.

The Mad Dogs don't really have a motivation for beating stuff up besides "Hero Time!!!" at this point. That's why it's so interesting how EARLY this happens, unlike with Mind Meld, he isn't trying to change his brothers to make them better at a task that he actually CARES about. Donnie in particular never gets a super intense moral compass besides stuff that threatens people he already cares about, and he doesn't have any grudges (no Purple Dragons) at this point in the series. Hero Goals are largely devices for him to hang out with his dum dum brothers. I'm not diagnosed or anything but my vibes are certainly... Spectrum-Adjacent, I definitely have trouble with literal thinking and reading people. One thing that happens sometimes is people will be using "task" as "reason to hang," and I will get a lot more fixated on completing said task than I really should, to the point of annoying people. I confuse "Successful Task Completion" with "Successful Social Interaction." It makes me come across as bossy and controlling without realizing it.

So, we got a Donnie who thinks Arbitrary Goals are essential to Hero Bonding, who has been treating his life like an mmorpg - armor upgrades, skill trees, grinding, sometimes fighting through random dungeons to hang out with his bros. He's probably even slightly better at Fighting Stuff than his brothers atp, he isn't dealing with a mystic learning curve and his special interest has been Weapons of Mild Destruction for years already. His brothers want to level up, take harder missions, he tries to get them there with his access to High Level Loot.

Of course, his brothers are all min-maxing, not trying to multiclass their purple ass out of squishy glass cannon town. So, it doesn't go well. Unfortunately, the lesson Donnie learns (besides brotherly affection) is that his brothers don't NEED fixing like he does. Mind Meld and Donnie vs. Witch Town sorta finish this arc out as best as the series can.

Where I would have liked to see this go:

A S2 Donnie's Gifts or Mind Meld style episode (Donnie tries to improve his brothers, to their dismay) where the motivator isn't goal completion, but protectiveness. We see a bit of the fear in Purple Game, a bit of the contingency planning with the escape pods in the movie. Maybe a more upfront "training montage" type scenario, a high tech robo dojo to develop their mad skills, or just a tense moment after a skin of their teeth Genius Built rescue.

The brothers confront Donnie eventually-- not just the passive conflict resolution of Donnie's Gifts. They get mad. Push Donnie to the point he's at in Turtle-Dega Nights. They get a rant about not wanting them to get hurt, of course, but also that he's already done so much to FIX himself, make sure he's not a LIABILITY, why can't they at least try to stay SAFE? The dangers are real now, and as far as Donnie knows he REALLY can't do anything about threats like the Shredder. His tech did nothing the first time. His brothers are the ones with the mystic mojo, and they don't even realize how SERIOUS things could get.

Anyway. Protective Donatello my Beloved. Let my boy go apeshit.

//I REALLY Like the 2003 episode where Leo is hurt and Donnie is fucking PISSED at Usagi. All Donnies should be allowed to enter a feral protective rage, as a treat.

//If anyone knows of any Purple Game Aftermath fics lmk. Like, going home, getting donnie out of the evil gamer chair, guilt, whatever. or just good Purple Dragons being Assholes content.

[in-a-faith-forgottenn-land]

teenage dream is so eiji okumura coded

[boiling-paint]

I'm absolutely here for all the people putting jealousy, jealousy by Olivia Rodrigo on Jason Todd playlists but I'm fucking begging you guys teenage dream is RIGHT THERE

[enobariasteeth]

JASON TODD

[moreaujeans]

teenage dream 😶

[lanteanserver]

I think technically speaking, I'm not an Irish Catholic or an English Catholic, but I'm a Ro[a]m[i/a]n{g} Cat{-}holic until and unless they excom{m/eow}nicate me, and really, if they're going to do that,

[aroace-cat-lady]

If nobody got me, I know teenage dream by olivia rodrigo got me

[arkangelo-7]

I’m sure someone’s already headcannoned this, but Bruce having pet names for the Batkids? Man, those are his babies—you can bet your ass he has pet names for them. He might not be the type of man to show much affection beyond a shoulder pat or the occasional forehead kiss, but he’s determined to parent the crap outta these orphans, and pet names are an easier medium to show that he cares.

Dick is both “chum” and “sweetheart” depending on the context. When Bruce is feeling playful and comfortable (the easy, “your mine and I’m just happy to be here with you” kind of love), he’ll stick with “chum” and Dick absolutely loves it. But when Dick’s sick or has a nightmare or got injured during patrol? It’s sweetheart. It’s default mode for Bruce, because seeing Dick in pain brings up so many raw, intense emotions (Bruce gets scared, goddamit) that it’s easier for him to say “I’ve got you, sweetheart, it’s okay, just keep your eyes on mine,” then it is to say “I’m so terrified that I’m going to loose you, I love you, you’re my everything.”

Jason is“Jaylad.” But it’s less of the name that’s important and more of the story behind it that is. For the first few months that Jason was in Bruce’s care, Bruce didn’t dare call him anything other then his name, in fear that he’d scare him away (he was already so distrusting, so hesitant, so fearful whenever Bruce talked to loud or moved to fast or got upset), but at the same time, he’d seen how pleased Dick had been at being called “chum” and wanted to bestow a similar endearment on Jason. But—he didn’t want to go to far. So instead of calling him “lad” like his own father had once called him, Bruce calls him “Jaylad.” It’s a little more impersonal, but it makes Jason more comfortable. (But when Bruce cradled his son’s broken body he said “no, darling, not you, don’t leave me—” because just how Dick is “sweetheart,” Jason has also always been “darling.”)

For Tim… it’s more complicated. He shoved his way into Bruce’s life and he’s forever grateful, but it wasn’t the same as it was with Jason and Dick. He sees Tim as his son, of course, but their relationship was built on the darkest, most despairing part of Bruce’s life. But even in that terrible season, Bruce would look over at Tim working on a case or cleaning his suit and say, “Good job, sport.” It doesn’t happen often, but Tim is “sport.”

Cassandra is “love.” Bruce has never said it to her, aloud, but he knows Cass can read him well enough to hear the unspoken endearment, to see how much he longs to protect her, bring her joy, fill her heart with all the love she’s filled his with.

Steph is “duck.” And not necessarily because Bruce decided that it was, but because 9 times out of 10 he finds himself screaming, “Robin, get down!” because Stephanie will not for the love of God follow his orders, and end up right in the line of fire. To save time he eventually just started saying “Duck!” It keeps Steph from getting whacked to high heavens and saves Bruce (another) heart attack, but over the years it’s also become somewhat of a ritual to say “duck” whenever Steph walks in the room. Bruce secretly wants to call her “ducky” (which is what his mother called Kate), but he’s never worked up the nerve.

Duke is “kid.” By the time he’s in the family, Bruce has loosened up and lightened up, especially with everyday affection (which is to say, he’s not avoiding it like the plague). He’s quick to say “Good job, kid” whenever Duke had an accomplishment or ask “how are you today, kiddo?” when they see each other in passing in the Batcave.

Damian, lastly, would never allow Bruce to call him anything other then his name. But every once in a while, Bruce can get away with saying “son.” And it’s the best thing in the world.

[norikuna]

★ 🐚 🫧 GONNA' MATCH MY FREAK? jujutsu kaisen. 呪術廻戦.

prologue ⋆ ★ getting down and nasty with some fine men? yes, please.

pairings ⋆ ★ sukuna, toji, geto, hajime, choso, gojo genre tags & warnings ⋆ ★ afab/she+her!reader, making it fít, trueform!sukuna, against a wall, créampíe, bréeding, ríding, temple séx, mild mention of smoking (geto), unintentional public séx, óral (f), inappropriate use of jujutsu (electricity), backshóts, mentions of voyéurísm

word count ⋆ ★ 5.1k a/n ⋆ ★ going thru it 😝 was gonna add noritoshi kamo because he's my #bias #ult but i wasn't sure how to write him yet...

RYOMEN SUKUNA ៹ the king of curses

"now yer' just being stubborn," the blush-haired demon is grousing, dark nails clawing at the bare juncture of your hip, as though he's trying not to let his gaze leer downwards. to linger where your bare cunt is straddling over both his tattooed cocks. hefty, and weighty against the meat of your thigh.

"i can take them, 'kuna, know i can," and it's got sukuna sighing at your stubborn nature, as though he's not already being plagued by the most delightful visions of you swaying those delightfuls hips as both his tips swab at your entrance. oouh, tempting, tempting indeed.

you're already getting ahead of yourself, positioning your leaking folds over the first cock, the one stacked on top of the other, letting the fat tip snag at your gummy walls, and fuck, sukuna genuinely fears he may just be in love when you give him those insufferable, pleading doe eyes, "can y'help me fit them in, 'kuna?"

oh, can he ever. sukuna's ducking his face into the crook of your neck, nipping at the shell of your ear, so you can't see the warm flush painting his cheeks, hands heavy on your waist as he gently props you up, two arms wrapped in coils around your torso, and two softly positioned underneath your shaking thighs.

slowly, carefully, lowering you down. angling you just right, so your cunt eagerly begins to swallow him up. slick already drooling and painting treacly strands over his cock, trickling down to the base of thick, curled pink hair that gathers at his groin.

"haahh," you're sighing, lips parting in a way that makes sukuna feel like someone just hit him with a shovel, dumbfounded at the sight of you, only you, "bigger than i thought, 'kuna."

and the king of curses won't admit in, no, he's loathe to lower himself thus, but his heart (and his cocks) only swell at the praise, the knowledge that you're still just so eager to take him, to ride him on his throne, his kimono opened bare across your pretty form so he can lave sharp, stinging kisses over your chest.

"t-taking it so well," sukuna bites out, doing his best to fight the crack in his gruff tone, for the sake of his dignity. or at least, that's what he tells himself, never mind at how he feels lightheaded from the way your cunt is almost kissing the base of his cocks now, and the sound is absolutely filthy, echoing through out the empty hall. all damp sloshes of pre that's leaving smears over your innermost walls.

he has to focus over the buzzing in his ears to catch your sweet words, a hand coming to rest on the back of your head, tilting you closer to him, "mhm, yer' sayin' something?"

you're nodding, breathless and hazy, steadying yourself now in his lap, groping at the little divot that's already formed where his tip(s) now lie, "does it feel g-good for you?"

sukuna stares at you, half-clouded with the tight heat of your pretty, swollen pussy swallowing him up, "what?"

you're pawing at his chest, nails digging into hardened skin, grazing over dark tattoos that have lasted a millennia, "wanna know if 'm making y-you feel good, 'kuna."

oh, he's in love with you. ryomen sukuna is absolutely, foolishly, pathetically head-over-heels for you. his pretty, little woman that's balanced on his hips, rocking yourself back and forth to feel that glorious friction against your sweet spot.

ugh, fine. just this once. dignity be damned, for he's got you.

a large hand cups your jaw, resting against the curve of your neck, as crimson eyes bore into you, "you are what i want, brat," and sukuna means it, planting a heavy kiss against your lips, "just you, just like this. couldn't be b-better."

"you're getting soft." gentle, teasing as you watch watercolour flush paint pretty pink over sukuna's handsome features. for someone who fancies themselves a rather stoic king of curses, a fearsome sorcerer that can command life and death, he does a poor job of hiding how just how much you undo him.

a low grumble erupts from sukuna, gripping at your hips, pulling you closer to him in a way that you feel his cocks jostle within you, brushing against that sweet, sweet spot, "careful, there. don't wanna' break m'favourite human." yeah, you know that idle threats means that you've really got him blushing.

TOJI FUSHIGURO ៹ the sorcerer killer

"heh, thought you said we were gon' get on the job," toji's guffawing even, but that smug expression quickly flitters away when your wandering, wanting hands are feeling him up. gripping at his pectoral muscles that strain against his black, tight top.

"we are on the job," you fiercely gasp against his mouth, feeling that rough scar twitch against your skin, "jus' need you, that's all."

you can see stone-green eyes flick upwards, heightened senses scanning for any intruders, any unwanted peepers to this show that he's about to put on, before kicking the rusted, weathered steel door closed. sealing you in this storage closet with him.

"so," toji simpers, and you know better than to trust the faux-concern on the assassin's face, "what does she need help with?" large hands patting at the clothed juncture of your thighs, running up the thick band of your holster, "couldn't even wait till we shot the damn' bastard, and took home a niceee paycheck."

you push at him, arms using as much as force as you can muster but it does very little to move this solid block of a man. but toji's clearly humouring you, letting you shove him against the reinforced, but worn-out walls, "how 'bout i give you an advance for the job?"

toji's wrapping a muscled arm around your waist, pulling you closer so he's nudging against your lips, "hah, a little taste then?" tugging at the waistband of your pants, "don't mind if i do."

and before you can even take a second to blink, he's whirling the two of you around. balancing you with inhuman levels of strength against the wall, so your ankles dangle in the air. quickly hooking against his waist, while toji thumbs at your underwear, eager to slide any remaining fabric away.

"stay focused now," toji murmurs, "got a big stretch for ya', heh."

and fuck, he wasn't exaggerating. you've never gotten used to it, the way his thick, girthy shaft melds into you, swabbing at the swollen, dripping walls that toji loves to call home. you're not sure if you're losing your mind, but you swear, you truly swear that you can feel the pulse of that one, angry vein that runs along the underside of his cock (yeah, you're pretty familiar).

"ngh –" you babble, "s-so big, fuck," your mind's gone entirely blank, grasping for the right word to encompass just how enrapturing toji's cock is, "so deep."

toji seems to like that, cheeks flushing the most adorable shade of peach and pink that he seems desperate to hide and deny, "y-yeah? deep in ya'?" he's rustling you in his hold, eager to hit bullseye on your cervix, to see you rolling your eyes to back of your head as you take him.

and if toji tears his gaze downwards, he can see your puffy folds parted, inches stuffed into your cunt. painting such a pretty sight that if toji were a less jealous, lecherous man, he'd hire a photographer to come capture the sinful view. hmm, maybe the new paycheck can go to a camera? oh, yeah, he's havin' ideas.

"t-toji –" you mewl, hands grasping at the firm curve of his pectorals, defined and taut underneath the fabric that stretched across his chest, "that's it, hah, jus' what i needed."

"mhm?" toji chuckles against the shell of your ear, "got so fucked out on the job, needed me to come take care of you like t-this?" he can feel your legs trembling in his hold, turning to mush and quivering, as he batters hit after hit against your mound. he shifts, readjusting himself for the right angle so...

plap! each smack of his heavy, laden sack rings throughout the abandoned storage room of this fuck-ass hideout, repurposed for something far more pleasurable. brows furrowed, sweat dripping down tanned skin as toji squeezes his eyes shut, feels every cell in his body unravelling (or well, something like that, he's not a scientist) as your tight cunt swallows him up, takes him apart.

"hnngh, fuck, girl, look what you're doin' to me," toji gasps, rocketing his hips to dig as deep as possible, cock twitching and practically sending s.o.s signals despite this being the first round of many.

he knows he's close, knows that tell-tale tightening in his groin will only lead to him shooting ropes out, so he pulls you in for a filthy, clashing kiss, "where do ya' want it? gon' have to tell me quick, – dunno' how long i can –"

"inside," you murmur, sounding as breathless as toji fushiguro feels, legs deliciously arched against his back, "want it inside, toji." whimpering the most beautiful, sweet groans against his ear.

toji wishes he was a stronger man, he truly does. wishes that he had some restraint, and sense but the very second your mouth parted to form those syllables, he felt the world go blank. ropes upon ropes of thick, cloying seed stuttering out of him, making the assassin feel off-kilter, "think it took, doll?" toji scoops some of the creamy release against your sloppy cunt, "or wanna' try one more time? or two?"

GETO SUGURU ៹ the worst curse user

"eyes on me, pretty," geto's panting, glossed lips parting, and you can see just how affected he is, that soft tremble of his mouth giving away the cracks in his composure.

but are you shocked? well, nah. you've learnt there are several ways to undo geto suguru, to unravel him until he's a trembling mess and your favourite way is to plant your hands on his bare chest, and rock your hips until the two of you are seeing stars.

and god, you feel as though your mind is turning to a sludgy mush, a faint whine building up between your ears until you realise that the sound is coming from your own parted mouth. geto's got a hell of a package down there, and he sure knows how to use it. every tilt of your pitching hips has his fat tip swabbing smears of silky pre against your inner walls, "mhm – feels s-so good, sugu', fuck!"

it's quite a sight, this you know. you had managed to paw off a decent swathe of geto's thick robes, still stained with a splash red that you're not eager to identify. pooling the silk on the cool tiles underneath the broad man. the taper of his broad, solid thighs keeps you well balanced as you crinkle your nose, plucking the lit stub from geto's smoky mouth. tossing it onto the tiles of the temple, so the flame patters out in the stained, warm glow of this sanctuary.

"hey, i was enjoyin' that," geto glowers, violet eyes subdued into a mauve, lustful haze, and you dig the very tips of your nails into the meat of his shoulders, opting for a harsher, sharper angle to slap skin against skin.

"enjoy this, instead," your eyes roll and fall to the back of your head as geto's grip on your hips tighten, almost bruising in the most delicious way possible. but a large, calloused hand travels further along, coming up to cup the underside of your tits, tweaking and pinching appreciatively. predictable, like an ant to some honey.

"heh, q-quite a sight," geto purrs, watching how your captivating form writhes and shakes. knowing that it's solely due to his thick shaft working inches into you, hitting spots that you weren't even aware of, "always so perfect for me, pretty."

you lean down, capturing his waiting lips in a sloppy, heavy kiss. a clash of your eager tongue against his, teeth sinking into plush lips. geto seems to been hit with a spark of some new idea, for he's suddenly pushing you back, murmuring a gentler kiss against your lips as an apology.

manoeuvring his broad frame so he's sitting up now, with you still balanced in his lap. the change in the nasty angle is so prominent, for his cock feels deeper than ever before. each thick vein scraping and pulsing against the walls of your swollen cunt, leaving no surface unclaimed.

"s-suguru, 'm there, right –" the sentence leaves you, mouth parting in a wordless, mindless oh! for the fat, creaming tip of his cock must have brushed past that delicious patch, that g-spot, and it has you trembling, climax washing over you in the most, delicious pulsing waves.

but geto suguru never lets up, never lets his best girl off the hook that easy. he doesn't stop bucking muscular hips up into you, sticky skin slapping over and over again in an addled cacophony of pleasure, determined to have you fall apart all over again. and he needs it to be asap.

"g-gorgeous, heh," he's tapping fingers against your cheek, pushing and pulling at your mouth, "what did i say about wanderin' eyes? keep them on me, love. need ya' to be lookin' at me when i split you apart."

"fuck, 'm feelin' –" you almost sob from the pleasure, crystalline tears pooling at your lashes from the sheer overstimulation. geto's cock absolutely heavy and weighty in you, kissing at your walls, and pecking your most sensitive spot.

"yeah, yeah, i k-know," geto gasps, feeling his own orgasm knocking on the door, thin strands of wispy cum already beginning to shoot out, but he's determined. a man on a mission, so a wide hand reaches in between the tight space, slapping sloppy circles against your sensitive clit in a way that has you sinking teeth into the side of his thick neck.

he's looking at you expectantly, like he knows exactly what's arriving. and when. long fingers twirling at your sloshy cunt, flicking over your throbbing clit, "three," he murmurs, "two..."

"and one –" geto's climax hits him at the exact same time, the hypnotising pulse of your pussy practically sucking any restraint out of him. translucent ropes of cream and ivory pumping into you, until you can only lay limp and boneless in his arms, with him still sprawled against the floor of the temple and...oh.

"suguru, baby?"

"hah, yeah," oouh, geto sounds ruined. his voice a rock-salt rasp, still quivering from the earth-shaking climax.

"did we leave the temple door open? and aren't all your guests meant to be arriving today?"

HAJIME KASHIMO ៹ the god of lightning

"tch', thought you said you weren't gonna move, silly girl."

hajime's been going at it for hours, now. well, you can't truly be sure for the world has become slow and hazy, but it certainly feels like an eternal passage of time, rife with that familiar, cloying buildup of pleasure shaking your abdomen.

you're whining, glossy and reddened lips being gnawed and worried into, aching fingers curling into loose strands of cyan hair that's come loose from the knots that hajime seems to favour, "i k-know. but it's –" you squeal when sharp fangs bite at the inner flesh of your thighs, "it's so much, and i've already –"

the sorcerer fixes you with that piercing stare of his, that disconcerting gaze of jewel-cerulean that is a direct shade match with his soft hair, "you've what? finished already? twice? thrice?" the man's getting cocky, you murkily wonder, scraping the tip of his tongue against your throbbing clit, "that's the point. but 'm waiting for something else, y'see."

you can only what else he could possibly want from you, for hajime's got you splayed out for him. bare thighs spread across the edge of the clean bed, the heat of your cunt sensitive even to the cool chill of the air, as he continues to kneel in between your legs. humming, murmuring, as he toys with your slick, sweet folds.

but you know one thing for certain, hajime is a man who will never accept defeat. he's competitive as fuck, and he shows it in all aspects, but especially when it comes to pleasuring you.

"look at you," hajime's cooing, pink mouth blooming a vivid magenta, painted a mirror sheen of your arousal, "jus' falling apart from my mouth? already?"

turquoise hair bunched around hajime's shoulders, falling over his white robes in thick, silky swathes, as he wraps his lips right around your sensitive bud, cheeks hollowing to suck. slender, wiry fingers littered with scars trace mindless circles around your entrance, pushing at your gummy walls until he's the one sucking in a breath.

"heh, s-so tight," hajime mutters, bestowing a filthy kiss upon your cunt, all sloppy and so loving, "have half a mind to just fill you up instead, have ya' pressed under me." he seems dazed by the way that you're still taking his fingers so readily, never mind the six orgasms that he's ripped from you already.

and you would be lying if you said you weren't desperate for the thin but lengthy curve of his cock, pressing up against your cervix as he was so prone to doing when he had you in a tight mating press.

"why don'tcha, then, 'jime?" you're mewling, hands moving away from his sea-green hair to paw at the thick padding of his ivory robes, "want y'in me so, so bad." you're all but sobbing, for hajime's delighted with how you're taking a third finger, and he's crooking the digit up. searching, searching for that sweet spot.

"patience, woman," the rough pads of hajime's fingers swirling thick arousal back into every cranny and divot of your walls, "hmm, 'm gonna' try something." he's grinning now, face splitting into an electrifying smile that you are all too familiar with, "just need to relax for me, sweet thing." pulling sodden fingers out of your cunt, ignoring your needy cries at the sudden loss of sensation.

you can practically feel how restless the sorcerer is, bruising the fingertips of his left hand into the fat of your thighs, amused at how they leave gloss-streaked smears over the skin. but the other hand is slowly stroking at your folds, teasing as hajime takes joy in watching your hips buck up continuously, desperate for some stimulation.

and that's when you first feel it. it's a little jolt at first, something stronger and almost harsher than what you're accustomed to. you can't even help the wanton, candied moan that falls from your lips at how the pins-and-needles quickly turns pleasurable, and how hajime's eyes have become aglow, cursed technique ever so delicately ramping up.

"hahh, 'jime," you're not even sure what to say, to cry out and hope that the words are able to form themselves, and not fall out in slurred groans of pleasure, "more, m-more!"

the sensation is warm too, each small spark sets you alight. far more heated than the cool tips of hajime's fingers that you're used to. and you're certain that you can attribute the involuntary twitching of your leg to the small, controlled electricity being channeled through hajime's skin, each pinch at your clit having you arch your back in the most filthy, whoreish of ways.

"aha," hajime angles a finger in you once more, resuming that gentle push-and-pull pace that he's kept for hours, so the messy pop! rings in your ears each time that he glides away and bottoms his fingers out once more, "i think 'm getting the hang of this, wouldn't ya' say?"

you must look absolutely out of it right now, for hajime's cursed technique is running jolts and buzzes through you in such a way that you know jujutsu was never intended to be used for. tongue falling out of your mouth, whining, as you squeeze your eyes shut. feeling the pace pick up, and hajime's fingers hit bullseye when they brush that spot.

"there, there, t-there, 'm gonna –"

you faintly catch the satisfied, thrilled look on hajime's face when you climax, spraying all over his chin. droplets of clear release that he's eagerly digging into to lap up, hah, you know he's glad to have achieved a victory like this, exhilarated just from achieving your pleasure. tongue sloppy as it works you through a mind-numbing orgasm, slick dripping over his faintly-tanned chin.

"see, i knew y'had it in you," hajime's standing up now, and you bite back a bratty comment about how a four-hundred year old sorcerer was able to stay on his knees for so long, gulping as you see him reach for the loose ties on his martial pants, "and i wanna' see something else now."

CHOSO KAMO ៹ the death painting

"are you sure, my love?" you've barely even touched him, and choso already sounds ruined, tremors wracking his sensitive form. he's beautiful like this, broad-shouldered and thick with hardened muscle. a dark curtain of inky, clingy hair falling around his face as he looks down at you, from where he's hovering with his beefy arms on either side.

"i'm sure, cho," you whimper, inching your legs up to wrap around his waist, pulling him in and closer to where your hot, glossy folds are practically begging for his touch. or rather, for his cock — all his glorious inches that beam an angry, sensitive shade of scarlet.

choso brushes his nose against yours, as intimate as he always is, "jus' don't wanna' hurt you," thick tip snagging against the very entrance of your glistening, winking hole, "tell me if it's too much."

"i will, oh, i –" the air is punctured from your lungs, like your very breath has been stolen away from you in the most searing kiss. that first, initial stretch of choso's cock in you is nothing short of delicious and eye-opening. he's always like this, so intoxicating and sweet, and mindful of how the body of a human may differ to that of a half-curse such as himself, so he's running a thick hand against your abdomen, soothing as he bullies another inch into you.

"not too much, love?" choso gasps out, spellbound by your tight, loving grip, and he thinks he's already lost his mind, hand kneading at the sudden divot that's formed under your skin, from where his cock is settling.

"mhm, mm!" you shake your head, unable to speak from the instant swipe of his cock against your sweet spot already, determined not to wantonly start moaning and gasping in his ear before he's already bottomed out.

choso's worried thumb comes up to swipe at your lower lip, pressing into the kiss-stricken flesh, "hey, i like hearing you. always sound so pretty." pressing his lips to your mouth again, as though he could stay there forever. like this, with you. in you.

"ahh, cho, 's good, really," and you're telling the truth, for his thick cock is rendering you senseless, and so in love. nails lightly clawing at his peach-toned skin, certainly leaving small, crescent marks that you know will make choso flush later. raking your nails down as choso finally, finally bottoms out with a pop!

the sound of skin slapping and sliding against skin makes you flush, your arousal practically drooling out of swollen folds, as thin strands delicately balance between your hips before snapping into creamy puddles, creating an absolute mess underneath you.

"it's like i can feel all of you," choso groans, silky ends of his dark hair tickling your cheek, "and yer' so, so pretty," he's gnawing at his lips, blood-hued, fucking you absolutely stupid on his endowed cock. hitting you with solidified rams against that rough, sensitive spot, drawing senseless, pleasured sounds of your gaping mouth.

choso's weaving his hand in between the two of you, determined to reach for your glistening, throbbing clit. to run sloppy, mindless shapes over the bud that make the most filthy sounds, that soft and pulling sound of your translucent slick sloshing over choso's broad hand.

"you gotta' finish," choso heaves, hauling you a little closer to him, so he can do his very best to draw circles around your clit, despite the slick making it nigh impossible for his fingers to stay on course, "gotta' see you fall apart f'me."

and what a glorious sight for choso's eyes, to see how your lips moisten and part. eyes tight and shut, brows drawn together like a bow releasing a quiver of arrows, he thinks he'd be content to stay like this forever. to have your body tremble underneath him, orgasm painting over you in the most gentle shade possible, hips bucking further into him.

"wait," choso looks almost sheepish now, ears a glowing shade of berry-red, kissing away the last tremours of your climax, "can i turn you around? wanna' see how you look from the back."

GOJO SATORU ៹ the strongest

"w-what? here?" gojo groans, but god, he's never one to complain. hard for him to even find one fault in the world when you're straddling his thighs, looking so lustful and dazed above him.

you're nodding, lips pressed into a frown that gojo immediately swipes away with a kiss, "been wantin' you for days, 'toru." hands already pulling aside his haori, digging into the soft bands of his white pants, "always soo busy, everyone's takin' your attention."

oh. you're needy. and gojo's not ashamed to admit that he loves to play into it. loves to see how his pretty wife's brows furrow and lips part when she's desperate for him.

he snickers, looping a muscular thigh in a way that he's able to flip the two of you over. splaying you out on all fours for him, him only. your knees digging into the soft mats in the training rooms that gojo's certain he locked when you dragged him in here.

he's biting at the shell of your ear, rough hand slithering up your top to cup at the fat of your tits, "y'do know that everyone's on me because they wanna' check in about my fight with sukuna." rocking you back against his tight bulge, "and i did say i would face...him before the twenty-fourth."

"you're the s-strongest, – fuck, that's so –" hah, gojo's already a step ahead of you, sheathing both girth and length into your drooling pussy, leaning back to admire the way your swollen folds snatch and eagerly swallow him up, "and you're always trainin', i was getting lonely."

"my, my," gojo purrs, running a large, broad hand down your spine, slamming your hips back into his so the white curls at the base of his cock kiss the heart-shaped juncture of your ass, "if i knew m'wife was this jealous, i'd have brought ya' in to train with me." gojo's figuring that life's kinda short, and he's gotta live a little — revving up six eyes without any shame, desperate to see the curve of his cock drill home into your tight cunt.

you squeal when he rams his thick, rosy-toned tip deep into your sticky, slimy walls. and for each squelch! when he pulls out, there's a coating of gloss that drips from his cock, entrancing the white-haired man, "well, we're kinda' training now, s-satoru."

"heh, you're right, wifey," gojo decides to take it all the way, looming his frame over you so the tight weave of his dark tee presses against your back, his chest firm enough against you that it bows your back down in the most pleasurable arch, rummaging his cock all over, "see, what would i do without ya'?"

if you crack open bleary, hazy eyes, you can make out the cracks and fissures that run deep in the walls here, plaster splitting apart to reveal brick underneath. wondering, vaguely, whether it was the force of gojo's cursed technique tearing apart the foundations of this building. but it doesn't make you shudder, no, what truly makes you quake is the smack! of gojo's palm against the fat of your ass, and his thick, muffled groan against your ear.

"can't believe i've been neglecting ya', sweets," gojo whines, churning at your pussy in determined rolls of his hips, "and her, too, of course." he's got you bent at such a determined angle, that you're not sure whether you can muster the energy to even tilt your head back. but you certain that the hot drops that quickly cool upon your shoulder are leaking from his stormy eyes, prickling at his long-white lashes. gojo's always been so sensitive during sex, always so easily riled up and undone.

he doesn't let up on the place, continuing to smack the fat head of his cock against your cervix, as though he's desperate to not miss the right spot to spill thick wads of buttery release, and you know that gojo won't, not with those superhuman, heightened senses of his.

"close? close? is m'wife –" gojo hoarsely rasps, "are ya' close? because i think 'm gonna pass out, ouh, yeah. snatching me way too good, heh, been missing out on this training," already pussydrunk and babbling as he tends to do, running his mouth at the same pace at which he's slamming his cock into you, "you know i lo –"

gojo's never one to withstand a rude interruption, not even when its his own orgasm snatching the words out of his mouth, so even as steaming, slick strands of his climax pump themselves into you, he's mouthing and kissing at your neck, gently pulling you up from all fours to balance your arms wide, splaying your thighs wide apart — all while he's still filling you up, "love you, love you so much, i fuckin' love you."

[s1xseasonsandamov1e]

Got your whole life ahead of you your only nineteen!

[elliee3e]

‘pretty when you cry’

⋅˚₊‧ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ ‘old’ logan howlett x crybaby f! reader

‘don’t say you need me if, you live last, you're leaving —

i can't do it, but you do it best

‘cause i’m pretty when i cry’ — pretty when you cry - lana del rey

summary ;

basically just old man logan & his lil crybaby girl<3

content warnings ;

light ddlg if you squint, piv, size difference, age play/younger & smaller reader implied, corruption kink, oral sex (f receiving), slight overstimulation

old man logan, who both loves and hates having his sweet girl crumble in his arms.

by now, he feels like the only thing he’s good for is ruining. killing. tainting. that’s what he did with you, tainted your damn innocence. and now he hates how big he is compared to you, hates how he always feels like he has to hold back in fear of hurting you, hates how he tries to be gentle with you because you always end up crying in his arms no matter what.

he could be between your spread thighs, scruff brushing against your inner thighs as his tongue works against your heated core, sucking onto your clit whilst you completely crumble — thighs squeezing and trembling around his head, sniffles, whimpers and broken moans leaving your parted lips, tears starting to drip down your cheeks as you pant, the sight making logan pull away as he looks up at you from his glasses, that by now had slipped to the bridge of his nose that you always so badly wanted to kiss.

“baby, baby— hey, look at me darlin’..” he would croon, your sweet taste still clinging onto his tongue as he shifted up to grab your face, watching your pretty glazed eyes full of tears for him: looking up at him. “l-lo..” you would sniffle, voice no more than a broken whimper and it tugged at his heart.

“did i do something wrong? was it too much?” his gruff voice, laced with worry — asked. and god, yes, it was too much: but in the best way possible. you just didn’t know how to explain that you couldn’t help the tears that would take over you when something felt too good.

“n-nothing wrong, lo— just.. just a lot..” you would huff, stomach fluttering as logan would sigh at your words: bringing up a rough thumb to swipe your salty tears away: the other gently tugging your panties back up. “damn it, darlin’. givin’ me a damn heart attack everytime you sob like that, makes me feel like i hurt ya.”

“c’mon. let’s just lay together for a while. probably be better for ya, sweet thing.”

old man logan, who, after a while, would begin to understand that his girl just couldn’t help her pretty tears and sobs. it was a part of her that only he got to see after all, and that’s what made it special.

he began to love having that power over you. loved having the ability to be fucking into you, pretty legs wrapped around his hips perfectly, nails scratching along his shoulders and back where you could reach, your desperate moans mingled with choked sobs ricocheting off the apartment walls — your nails leaving cat like scratches that started to heal in a short while as they weren’t deep wounds — but they still made him groan. one of his hands, the one not on your waist to keep a steady grip on you, moving up to grab your small wrist to stop you; his hand wrapping around it no problem. “easy, baby. i’m tryna be gentle here, but you’re really pushin’ it.” he would grunt, bringing your wrist down up next to your head, easily using that for leverage to keep on his slow and deep pace into you.

“gosh, darlin’, don’t go cryin’ for me right now..” he would groan, watching as you sobbed even more, trying to slow his pace more than it already was to scoop you up into his arms, keeping your smaller body cradled in them as he soothed your sobs with gentle ‘shh’s’ — hips still fucking into yours at a steady pace, just enough to have you trembling under him and for your cries to choke up in your throat with pretty moans, a familiar heat starting to build up in your lower tummy as it made your walls flutter around his thick cock. “uh— mmph, gonna.. gonna cum, lo—“ you would whimper, small hands squirming under his bigger ones, his grip only getting tighter on your soft wrists.

“that right? my baby’s gonna cum for me? gonna cum all over my cock like the sweet girl she is?” logan would grunt, using the best of his force to fuck into you just enough to find your little gummy spot, the one that sent shivers through your small body and made you let out a sob that broke off into a moan as you felt your orgasm quickly take over — hips trembling under his, sweet pussy squeezing around his cock as much as it could as your juices leaked onto him.

“fuck, doll.” he would huff, glancing down and pulling out just enough to see your pretty pussy — flushed and dripping for him, your sniffled cries filling the room once more as you tried to recover.

“gonna be a good girl and finish me off now too?”

[astonmartinii]

the father who stepped up | charles leclerc social media au

pairing: charles leclerc x fem gasly!reader

mr leclerc has been spotted with an all too familiar dog recently.

MASTERLIST | TIP JAR | BROTHER'S BFF MASTERLIST

- part of the brother's best friend series -

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user1: i am NO better than a man

user2: i think enough time has passed... when do we get enzo's paddock debut

user3: i'm hearing monaco at least

pierregasly: this is false advertising

yourusername: enzo is my child, i am his mother

pierregasly: you're not cute enough to be a milf, sorry!

yourusername: just cause you've got the hairline of a grandpa is not mine or enzo's fault

pierregasly: MY HAIRLINE IS FINE

yourusername: PUSH BACK THE FRINGE

pierregasly: how dare you! this is a big insecurity of mine - you are NOT a girl's girl

yourusername: pierre why is mum calling me? PIERRE WHY IS MUM CALLING ME?

user4: i bet they have a get along shirt

yourusername: all i can say is that someone rocks it, and someone doesn't

pierregasly: are you still being mean while on the phone to mum????

yourusername: the hater grind never stops

estebanocon: enzo is getting so big 😭😭😭

yourusername: time flies, oh gosh i'm crying

estebanocon: motherhood does that to you

user5: i love how pierre and este are mortal enemies but y/n is besties with him regardless

yourusername: an opp of pierre is a friend of mine

charles_leclerc: cutest boy in the world

yourusername: i didn't know you had given up that title?

charles_leclerc: oh i-

pierregasly: STOP FLIRTING WITH HIM AND STOP BLUSHING IT'S JUST Y/N

user6: say it's just y/n as if it's NOT Y/N??

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pierregasly: I SAW THAT

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pierregasly: what's the point of having a sister if you can't steal her dog

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user7: this pooch has to be one of the most spoilt and pampered dogs in the world

user8: i wish i died and was reincarnated as enzo

yourusername: oh sure, i'm sure i'm great for plucking your eyebrows and helping you text back girls (@francisca.cgomes you're welcome)

pierregasly: do you mind?

yourusername: did you really ever think you'd pull kika with your charm alone?

pierregasly: yes?

yourusername: the delusion of men should be studied

pierregasly: do i have to call mum again?

yourusername: you call yourself tripod, if anything i should be calling the POLICE

user9: i know kika must have the patience of a saint to deal with their bickering

user10: i fear for any man who wants to get with y/n cause lord knows at his big age pierre will be wheeling out the overprotective brother act

pierregasly: that's my god given right

yukitsunoda0511: not in the photo dump... i see how it is

yourusername: every girl for themselves sorry yuki san

yukitsunoda0511: i think pierre is just jealous of our looks

yourusername: i think that is exactly it yuki

charles_leclerc: yuki not in the post but i wasn't even invited 🤨

pierregasly: you're literally in italy?

charles_leclerc: and?

pierregasly: god forbid a man doesn't want to be bullied by you and y/n

yourusername: (pussy)

user11: not to be a freak but charles and y/n would be so cute together

pierregasly: say anything like that again and you're getting blocked

yourusername: they hate to see a girlboss winning

pierregasly: excuse me?

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user15: okay.... like... they're slay

user16: i'm personally going to celebrate now before the pierre tantrum

yourusername: oh i've already blocked his number lol

pierregasly: knock knock

yourusername: HELP HE DROVE ALL THE WAY FROM PARIS

user17: is charles dead? can we have a sign of life?

charles_leclerc: they can't get rid of me bitch

pierregasly: you're hiding in the bathroom I CAN HEAR YOU GUYS GIGGLING

yourusername: you're BREAKING AND ENTERING

pierregasly: i have a key?

charles_leclerc: for emergencies?

pierregasly: THIS IS AN EMERGENCY I NEED TO BEAT YOUR ASS

yourusername: not his ass!!!! it's so cute :(

pierregasly: not the time

user18: i can't - why are they having a conversation in the comment section when they're separated by a single door

pierregasly: WHY IS ESTEBAN HERE????????????

estebanocon: 1. i love drama and i love annoying you 2. y/n called me as back up

yourusername: you're being insane and i needed the lanky man to escort you out!

pierregasly: i just want to talk

yourusername: I CAN HEAR THE SOCK

charles_leclerc: THE SOCK?

estebanocon: i can confirm he has the sock

yukitsunoda0511: why don't i know what the sock is :(

yourusername: it's a sock full of loose change that you swing as a weapon @ MEN OF ITALY PLEASE MOBILISE YOUR GOD IS IN DANGER

charles_leclerc: tell enzo i love him :((((((

pierregasly: WHY IS MAX HERE AS WELL?

maxverstappen1: i am nosey

maxverstappen1: and esteban left the door open

danielricciardo: i am also here

alexalbon: me too, @yourusername can i have some of the dessert in the fridge?

yourusername: is the entire population of monaco in our house?

charles_leclerc: with that many witnesses he can't do anything

pierregasly: WHY DID YOU GUYS GIVE THEM ENOUGH TIME TO GET OUT AND LET Y/N GET HER SOCK

pierregasly: HELPPPPPPPPPPPPPP

user19: what the fuck have i just read?

user20: are alpine down a driver?

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user23: now this could either mean that she has disowned pierre or that we did actually witness murder by sock

user24: enzo down an uncle

maxverstappen1: i am more than ready to take his spot

danielricciardo: me too

alexalbon: me three

pierregasly: i'm still alive?

yourusername: GHOST 🫵🏻

charles_leclerc: someone get the sage STAT

pierregasly; do not try and cleanse me away

yourusername: then stop STINKING UP THE GAFF WITH YOUR ATTITUDE

pierregasly: THEN STOP FUCKING MY BEST FRIEND

charles_leclerc: 🤓👆 she's actually in love with me

yourusername: that's true i am actually in love with him

pierregasly: there's a difference?

yourusername: your fuckboy is showing... kika i'm so sorry

user25: we got a 'LOVE' guys it's real

yourusername: we have a child, this is so real

charles_leclerc: locked in for life 🫰🏻

estebanocon: he just passed out in the sim

yourusername: good 👍🏻

charles_leclerc: he'll come around at some point, but for right now i love you too much to care

yourusername: i love you too charlie x

charles_leclerc: i love you more

yourusername: NOT POSSIBLE

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charles_leclerc: two years strong, no pierre tantrum can stop that :P

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user26: this is my official countdown to another pierre meltdown.

pierregasly: TWO YEARS? TWO YEARS? 730 DAYS? I CAN'T BE BOTHERED/CAN'T DO ANY MORE MATHS THAN THAT?

charles_leclerc: bro is proving why we didn't tell him in real time

pierregasly: i will choke you

charles_leclerc: you can't kill enzo's dad and be an absent uncle?

pierregasly: I AM NOT AN ABSENT UNCLE WHERE ARE YOU?

yourusername: newsflash bozo we thought ahead and are at a super secret second location

pierregasly: are you at max's?

yourusername: yes.

pierregasly: i knew you were too lazy to leave the building

yourusername: but you don't have a key to his place 😤

user27: y/n is real for that

maxverstappen1: EVERYONE BEHOLD I AM ABOUT TO COMPLIMENT CHARLES: enzo is very well trained and good with the cats

charles_leclerc: why thank you max

maxverstappen1: he must get it from his mother

charles_leclerc: rude! i thought this was a compliment to me?

yourusername: if it is my trait, it's singularly mine god lord it hasn't been passed down to all the gasly kids

pierregasly: i can read that you know

yourusername: you can read? next you're going to tell me you're potty trained as well

pierregasly: that's it i'm calling mum again

charles_leclerc: btw she already knows about us - i got permission from your parents

pierregasly: SO EVERYONE KNEW

yukitsunoda0511: i didn't :(

pierregasly: you're not in the family yuki that's not a big surprise

yukitsunoda0511: that's not what you said the other day... :((((((

pierregasly: i can't win these days

user28: first the alpine tractor and now this, pierre can't catch a break

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pierregasly: i guess we're bffs for life now

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user32: balance has been restored to the force

user33: the way it only took some puppy dog eyes from both charles and enzo and the past three week civil war was forgiven

yourusername: thank god, you really aren't made to be a drama queen, keep it for the radio

pierregasly: you're just lucky you chose a guy i like

yourusername: you forced me to hang out with him my whole life, so really this is all your fault.

pierregasly: ????

yourusername: it's always a man's fault

pierregasly: i give up. you win. sure it was my fault

user34: y/n ain't never losing an argument i feel sorry for pierre and charles

charles_leclerc: she's never wrong 🫡

yourusername: this is how it should be ladies

charles_leclerc: how does it feel to be the third favourite to your parents now?

pierregasly: really? i can get the sock back out?

charles_leclerc: i'm sorry!!!

pierregasly: but you are right, y/n is the favourite

yourusername: baby is always the favourite

arthurleclerc: true

charles_leclerc: 🙄

pierregasly: 🙄

yourusername: are we done being dramatic now? can i come to races and can we go to dinner?

pierregasly: don't you dare wear red

yourusername: too late :P

pierregasly: excuse me

yourusername: i've always been wearing red in some way every race

charles_leclerc: i can confirm

pierregasly: EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

fin.

note: finally back with my fave ever trope and the pics of little leo just gave me that burst of inspiration. leo is so cute and so is the ice cream, charles really coming for babygirl of the year

[yeyinde]

stalker!Simon decides to have a little fun with his favourite camgirl.

the message comes up halfway into your "show."

it's a boring night. slow. you wear a lingerie set one of your viewers sent in beneath a silk robe, all in a pretty pastel pink—cliche, but it works; an uncomfortably disgusting version of hair theory unfolding in front of your eyes—and discreetly chug wine when you twist away to grab a new toy. a series of pale pink vibrators, nipple clamps. mundane depravity for what's shaping up to be a lacklustre night.

but the money that pours in from these little shows (adult version of classic party games—hide and seek, would you rather, truth or dare) is one step closer to erasing your debts. student loans. car payments. rent. you smile so wide it aches, and put your best face on when you blink, coquettish and coy, at the camera where nameless, faceless men throw money in a ring for a scrap of your attention.

tonight's game is Simon Says. and it's supposed to be normal. boring.

but a message from a viewer named Simon (in a sea of many who cheekily changed their usernames to match the theme of the game) stands out.

Simon says... go lock your door.

you blink. between all of the Simon Says touch yourself for me baby, pull your shirt down, lemme fuck you for real it sticks out. a change in the routine.

you huff, pouting. "already did that, Simon. c'mon, gimme something else to do, honey."

another one pops up. Simon says... you shouldda got a dog.

your brows furrow. "that's not part of the game, Simon. i'm gonna move on—"

Simon says... open your door.

he's paying you handsomely. dropping coins, large amounts of money, for each message to shoot to the top. little superchats. why he isn't taking advantage of it and paying you to do something sexy, something lewd, unnerves you. your heart starts to race, thudding against your ribs almost painfully.

it's fine, you think. he's just a creep. a loser. "uh huh, not part of the game, Simon. i'm afraid i'm gonna have to cut you off—"

you block him. they don't normally get under your skin like this. ever. at all. even when they throw random names in your dms, hoping one of them happens to be yours, and try to blackmail you to your fake friends and family. it doesn't bother you as much as this. as him. get a dog. how absurd.

the next series of chats pass without the same odd comments. take your bra off, but leave the robe on. act coy, like you don't want to—

creeps, you think, in their own right. but. paying ones. so, you smile. stiff. uncomfortable. grinning so wide it hurts. pretending to ignore the strange unease growing in your guts. your eyes sliding back to the superchats saved in a glowing log. let me in. a troll. whatever. it's nothing. nothing. you'll drink wine after this, scrub your skin raw in the shower and buy yourself something pretty with the money these greasy losers threw your way—

Simon says... let me in.

you feel your heart in your throat. it can't be him. you blocked him. you have mods to keep trolls out of your chats, but wonder—hopefully���if maybe it failed. maybe they found your stream are just being weird. strange. but when you check, the filters are on. he's a registered user. paid the premium to watch you. to get an invite to your special game nights. it makes it worse, you think, that he paid to be here. to do this.

your hand shakes. you block this user, too, ignoring the discomfort churning inside your chest. the fear spiking along the nape of your neck. hair raising. there's a prickle on your skin. the feeling of being watched

no. it's fine. you're fine—

"ah, what else should i do, Simon?" you ask your viewers, pulling on another smile. one that hurts. aches. wobbles around the edges. you'll end the stream in a few minutes. order Thai food. drink yourself stupid. take the day off tomorrow. use this creeps money and waste it. blow it on something stupid. dumb. laugh about it with your friends.

your shoulders dip. the tension easing. you're fine. you're at home. the door—

you locked it. right? you definitely, absolutely, locked it when you brought in the package from the delivery driver. the massive, hulking man who loomed in your doorway, too wide, even, to fit inside, and growled out in a low, brassy timbre: sign 'ere. you took the pen, pretending he wasn't drilling holes into you with his gaze, eyes liquid in the dark. intense. wanting. and then scurried inside—

back pressed against the door, hands wrapped around the lingerie set.

you glance at the chat. "which Simon bought me this cute set? i'd like to thank them personally," you murmur, forcing your shoulders to drop. it's fine. you live in the middle of nowhere. no one is coming to your door.

there's no takers in the chat. you shift on the chair, licking your lips. "it's really cute, Simon. a perfect size, too, and i just—"

something catches your eye in the corner of the monitor. a movement. a slight shift. a whisper of fabric. you tilt your chin, peering into the hazy black reflection.

what you're looking at doesn't make any sense. your bedroom door is open. a curtain of black drapes over the wall where the pale strip of light doesn't reach.

the washroom light is still on, a yellow spill illuminating the hallway, but nothing is there. no one is in the hall. but you know you closed your door. you always do when you stream. your heart trips over itself. leaps to your throat. you almost choke on it—

another bubble pops up. Simon says... hey. uh, who is that guy behind you?

there's a ringing in your ears. your hair stands on end. something moves again. the black mass wasn't a shadow. it moves. takes shape. the covered head nearly reaches your ceiling, body filling the entirely of your room. massive. a mountain you remember thinking. a fucking mountain, you texted your friend. thighs the size of tree trunks—

a hand reaches out, grabs hold of your power bar. thick gloved fingers curling over the button. in the bluegreen glow of your computer screen, a man steps out.

"glad y'liked it, pet." the deep, brassy drawl sends shivers down your spine. you try to scream, mouth opening wide to choke it out, yell for help—

your chat bubbles up, feverish in their excitement. you skin through the messages, stomaching churning as it clicks in your head. their rabidness isn't about saving you, but—

(omg he's gonna fuck her pron??? we're getting pron????? no fucking wayyyyy god i wish it were me—)

this isn't a fucking bit, you morons, you want to howl. call the fucking police—

but he gets there first. two strides. it happens in a blink. the screen goes back and he's on you in seconds.

you're not even sure how someone so big, so heavy, could move that quietly—

"ah-ah, none o'tha' now," his hand curls around your neck, tight. choking. you try to fight but he just huffs, breathing in deep, chest expanding across your spine as his other hand snakes around your waist, trapping you against a corded forearm. he bends down, nuzzles his jaw into your crown. coos:

"Simon says... turn around for me pretty girl, an' be good, now. went through all this trouble t'find you. think i deserve a little reward—"

[cybrasigilism]

I WANT SOME SMUT DRABBLE WITH DAE-HO OR JUN-HO. LIKE, YOUR WRITING IS SO GOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDDDD 😭😭 .

omg THANK YOU! it warms my heart with how sweet you guys are about my writing :)

and i’ll do you one better, i’ll write a bit for BOAF of em, because i fear i can’t get over either of them. they’ll be seperate drabbles of course but trust they will both have their time in the sun on my blog ;)

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Smut Drabbles (Kang Dae-ho/Hwang Jun-ho)

warning: smut and all things of the like, crazy business i know | not proofread | lowercase intended | implied f! reader | protection not implied (wrap it before you tap it folks) | oral sex (f! receiving/m! receiving) | losing your v-card | fingering | praise kink | these are my opinions for these characters, please be respectful even if my opinions for the characters differ from yours

characters: kang dae-ho (player 388), hwang jun-ho

A/N: wanted to do both in the same post because why should i make anyone wait for a part 2? i hate two parters myself esp if it’s something like a drabble, that can all be in one part. thanks for the request and i hope you enjoy!

MDNI! 18+ content under the cut, readers discretion is advised

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kang dae-ho/player 388

now it’s old news at this point to say that dae-ho is the absolute king of gentle sex, but that statement really does hold true. he’s not satisfied if you didn’t cum at least twice, he will not quit until he’s sure you’re completely finished.

his absolute favourite thing to do besides being inside you is having you sit on his face. in fact, he says he could cum from the facesitting alone, having you ride his tongue while he gives you pleasure in the likes of which you haven’t experienced before. if he gets a bit carried away, he’ll dig his nails into your thighs while he tongue fucks your pussy. you may get worried about suffocating him, but he insists that the adrenaline rush that comes with it all really gets him going.

trust when you give him head, the gentle side really comes through. he’ll make sure to praise you up and down about how good you’re doing, how good you’re making him feel, and how much he really doesn’t want you to stop. now, if you really want to have him melt in your hands, you can’t go wrong with edging him. just bringing him right up to the brink of release, having him grab your head for some sense of stability, only for you to stop. he’ll moan and whimper and beg like you’ve never heard somebody beg before. don’t let this fool you though, he’s totally into edging, it makes the release feel that much better. “please god honey, just let me cum… i promise i’ll be a good boy, i just wanna cum already, fuck”

he tries his best not to swear in bed, he personally just doesn’t think it’s necessary. however when he’s completely immersed in the pleasure, when you take over all his senses and thoughts like that, he doesn’t really give a shit anymore.

when you guys fuck, he’s for sure gonna maintain a slow and gentle pace. he knows he’s bigger, so while yes, he does like to bottom out inside you, he’ll give you ample time to adjust to his size at first. all the while, praising you on how good you’re being for him “yeah, taking my whole cock like that.. you’re doing such a good job” “it’s okay baby, i got you.. i got you”

one thing you can do to absolutely drive him crazy? claw up his back while he fucks you, god does he ever get vocal when you do that. he’s a bit embarrassed of his moans, he’s worried it comes off as obnoxious, but he’s more than happy to let loose especially when he realizes how it makes you clench around his dick when he does so.

he does lose control of his pace a bit when he gets closer to cumming, and trust he will kiss you lots throughout the whole experience. you guys might also break the headboard but that’s a different can of worms

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hwang jun-ho/the police officer

anyone who tries to tell you that jun-ho wouldn’t make your first time all about you is lying to you, i’m so sorry you had to find out this way.

he would much rather focus on making you feel good, especially if you’ve established that you’re a virgin beforehand. and honestly, after he’s through with you, you’re not sure if you could even think about fucking anyone else.

there may not be penetration the first time, but he will do everything in his power to make you cum. that may be a tall order for the average guy, but seeing as he couldn’t give two shits about his own pleasure this time around, jun-ho wouldn’t have much trouble with achieving this goal. if you wanted to please him in any way, he would insist you let him do all the work. it’s not that he doubts you could please him, but he’s already had his first time, he’s more than happy to finger you or eat you out without receiving anything in return. “right now, it’s all about you sweetheart. i just want you to feel good, can you do that for me?”

oh don’t even get me started on how skilled he is with his fingers. he’ll be knuckles-deep inside you in no time at all, circling your clit with his thumb at the same time. trust he will also be kissing your neck while he’s fingering you, again just doing everything in his power to make you feel as good as humanly possible.

he’ll be praising you the whole time, complimenting you for being “such a good girl” when you take his fingers. and his tongue? god. this man could tie a knot in a cherry stem with his tongue, and that definitely goes to show when he eats you out. he will be fingering you while he sucks your clit and that’s a promise, and he will not cease until you’re shaking, barely able to form a single thought anymore.

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i really want to do a NSFW alphabet for jun-ho now that i’ve written this! as usual any advice and constructive criticism on how i can improve my writing is appreciated and requested! i really hope i did jun-ho justice in particular because this is my first time writing for him :)

thanks so much for reading! and thank you anon for the request!