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iwriteficsandtragedies · 3 years ago

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Player: Oscar Mingueza

Warnings: smut because it’s Amy’s birthday month! @footballffbarbiex happy birthday/three year anniversary, I love you to bits ♥️

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Oscar’s so chill, all the time. You suppose it’s handy in a crisis. When you’re in a mood, though, a mood for no reason - well, never no reason, but not always a good reason - he’s calm and even and never returns your rotten looks or snarky remarks. You can’t even hang up the phone in a fight. He just calls you back.

It’s fucking annoying.

You’ve given yourself a headache staring at him, fiddling away at his controller like he doesn’t see the line between your eyebrows. Why are you pissed? You just are. You woke up pissed. Maybe it’s PMS. Maybe it’s the weather. Maybe…

You get to your feet, head for the kitchen. A snack might not fix your mood but it won’t make it any worse. There’s still some pie in the fridge, too, and you’re a grown woman in your own home so who’s to stop you from sitting on the counter and eating the whole thing straight from the tin?

Oscar has the nerve to smile at you when he asks for a bite.

“Pie is for winners.” You point your fork towards the living room. “I saw the zombies get you.”

He giggles, the bastard. “A consolation prize, then.” He rests his hands on your crossed legs. “Please?”

You hope your face reflects how annoyed you are. “No.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Hmm.” He opens his mouth, smiling again when you still won’t give him a bite. “Something’s wrong.”

“I just don’t want to share my food.”

“I could,” he says, glancing downwards. “Have a taste of you then.”

“Really?” You roll your eyes at him as you eat the last bite and set the tin on the counter.

He moves his hands to the counter, which brings him closer into you. “What’s wrong, baby,” he asks, lips soft against your forehead. He’s so… tender. Gross.

“Nothing,” you insist, “I said I’m fine.”

“OK,” he returns, backing away, hands raised in self-preservation. “I’ll leave you alone.”

“I didn’t say…!” You didn’t say to leave you alone, dammit. He just stands there, smiling, looking so fucking sweet when you’re obviously in a mood to fight. “Nothing. I’m in a mood. It’s nothing, it’s fine.” You scoot yourself towards the edge of the counter, legs hanging over the side. “Just…. Just give me some space.”

Oscar doesn’t give you space; he inserts his body between your legs instead, hands at your knees before you can try to squeeze them together. He’s still smiling. No, he’s smirking.

“If you keep rolling your eyes like that, they’re going to fall onto the floor.”

“I said give me some space.” “I heard you.” There’s a change in the way he’s looking at you, in the curve of his lips and the tone of his words. He reaches back to pull his hair free. The waves fall around his face and yours. “I know you like to pull it.”

“Wha-“ He crushes his mouth to yours, and you can still feel him fucking smirking against your lips when he coaxes them open, tongue twisting easily around yours in a lazy, but hot dance.

“Surely,” he murmurs, hands sliding under your thighs to cup your ass. “We can do something about this mood.” He bunches the fabric of your shorts in his hands and pulls, the bare skin of your thighs making a thwack against the counter. He smirks again at your gasp. “Cold?”

“It’s marble,” you grumble, but your heart’s beating faster; you can feel the wetness pooling in between your legs; the heat is already flowing through your veins. You wanted a reaction out of him - seems you’ve gotten one.

His eyes lower to your chest, where the chill has hardened your nipples under your shirt. His smile widens as he wedges his hands under your legs to pull you closer to the edge, hiking them upwards, and it makes you fall back on your hands. The smirk is gone, but his lips are parted, eyes focused on your sex. “Have I ever told you I love the way you smell?”

Your insides flutter. “No.”

A flicker of a grin passes over his face again. “That’s a lie.” He bends, effortlessly hiking your knees over his shoulders to latch his mouth to your clit and sucking, pleasure shooting through you when he breaks the seal of his lips and moans into you. “So fucking sweet,” he murmurs, swiping his tongue through your slick. “So fucking sweet, baby.”

You thread your fingers through his hair, tugging, and another smile flits across his mouth before he returns to your hyper-sensitive, needy pussy, the pressure of his mouth just right, just right don’t stop right there fuck fuck fuck and you come hard against his face, bucking your hips into his chin, cursing and whimpering and moaning his name.

When he rises up again, face slick with you, he presses another kiss to your lips, inhaling sharply, before pushing you cautiously back against the marble. Your skin is flushed and running hot; the cold stone feels good now, and you stretch your arms over your head with a light, contented sigh.

“Oh, she’s relaxed now, is she?” His joggers are tented, but he doesn’t touch himself. He pinches softly at your clit, twisting the nub delicately between his thumb and forefinger. Your belly tightens and you whine his name. “If this is what you needed,” he says, his touch rougher. “You could have just asked.”

The smartass response forming on your tongue is lost when he buries two fingers into you, pulling a whine from your chest as you arch off the marble, the pad of his thumb stroking over your clit while he fucks you with his fingers and stares, drinks you in as he pushes you again to the edge only to hold you there, quivering and panting and begging to come til he moves his hands just so and it hits you again, lighting up every nerve like a firecracker and the only sound you can make is the high-pitched sob that burns in your throat.

A single tear of relief breaks free from the outside corner of your eye. “Fuck,” you exhale, willing the air back into your lungs. Your legs are still resting against his shoulders, and he strokes his fingertips over the length of them.

“Another one in the bedroom, I think,” he says, kissing your ankle. “That should do it.”

“Shutup,” you laugh, shoving at his shoulder with your foot.

“See, still grumpy. Better make it two more.” The smirk is back.

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percervall · 2 years ago

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i've just had such a steamy, sinful sunday reading those smuts you posted earlier. they were all amazing and so hot, but oscar mingueza bathtub fun, joe gomez on the table, and darwin hand on thigh really left me a quivering wreck. thank you (i think lol)!

It’s not Sunday if you’re not sinning! 🤭

Glad they hit the spot! Oof, those are ✨excellent✨ choices. You’re welcome 😏

#ask #anonymous

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footballffbarbiex · 4 years ago

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I know I said no updates but...what if I posted this soon? 👀👀👀

#Oscar Mingueza imagine #Oscar Mingueza one shot #Oscar Mingueza blurb #Oscar Mingueza drabble #Oscar Mingueza smut #football blurb #football drabble #football imagine

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footballffbarbiex · 3 years ago

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Today is your last day to get them in ☺️

Oscar’s birthday

So, on the 13th May, it’s this little ball of sunshine’s birthday

and i’ll be writing/posting some blurbs for him for this beautiful day. They might be incredibly slow as I’m sending my laptop off to be fixed but I’ll try and get them all up on his special day.

you can request HERE.

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footballffbarbiex · 3 years ago

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May Early Access updates

I think I’ll post little snippets again for you, so that you know what’s coming your way if you’re not a patron. I love sharing teasers and seeing excitement :)

All These Things That I’ve Thought - Roman Burki. Smut - coming here: June

A Little Warmth - Marco Rose. Period fluff - coming here: June

Kinktober: Cam girl - Mason Mount. Smut - coming here: June

The Vow. Chapter 3 - Oscar Mingueza - coming here: June

Compersion. Chapter 1 - Ben Chilwell x OC x Mason Mount (technically this was the last day of April but it’s still pretty recent and I’m excited) - coming here: TBD

Coming soon there (not including patreon only content):

Jadon Month updates.

Neighbourhood Watch - Roman Burki rewrite. Smut.

Roman Burki’s smutty alphabet.

Ben Chilwell angst

relaxing night in with Stonesy

Trent in Dubai fluff.

hopefully So...Teach Me.

Overdue:

Winter pieces.

Anto Month pieces

Teasers below for each. I’ll update as we go throughout the month.

Anything you’re looking forward to? 👀👀

All These Things That I’ve Thought.

Warnings:

oral, nipple play.

Teaser

Not expecting Roman to come home early, you had taken advantage of his house. Music was playing at a decent level, not too quiet but not loud enough to cause issues for his neighbours. You’d cleaned, the windows were open to allow a nice fresh breeze in and you were cooking up a storm after building an appetite.

You’d slipped on his hoodie, the feeling of the baggy warmth around your torso felt like a hug from the man himself. His aftershave and body wash clung to the fabric, making it so that each movement you make, the scent drifts upwards. Your need for him was as insatiable as his for you. In a way, you were glad that he’d gone to training, you didn’t think you could have managed anything else from him after last night. He’d tried this morning, his beard scraping over your skin, his lips soothing the areas which had left a burn as his fingers had.......

A Little Warmth

Warnings:

period pain, soft Marco

Teaser

Marco, unlike a lot of the “men” you’d countered previously, was not freaked out by the word “period” and did not shy away from helping strip the bed if you got your period early. Snack runs and any sanitary product you needed was not something that made him embarrassed. He’d enter the store armed with a screen shot of the exact product you’ve requested and buy everything without an ounce of shame.

He’d buy comfort foods, make the meals that he knew you loved and craved around this time of the month and run you a bath, ensuring that oversized pjs had been warmed on the radiators ready to be put on. Hot water bottles were filled in preparation. Marco knew you needed comfort during this time and he’d do everything he could to ensure that happened.

Kinktober: Cam Girl.

Warnings:

sex worker (cam girl), mutual masturbation, dirty talk, Mason’s dirty thoughts (blow jobs, pussy eating), wealth.

Teaser:

Which leads Mason to wondering if she’d swallow him good, her throat working a little as she adjusts to having something lodged inside of her mouth and throat but keeps him there for as long as she can. Or if she’d wait until she’s accomplished having him there before she’s slapping at his thighs, one hand at the base of his cock as she withdraws herself from him. Would spit be dripping down her chin as she looks up at him, eyes watery and no doubt streaming as she gulps in as much air before she tries it again hoping for better success.

He wishes he knew how long her hair was and her eye colour. Wanting nothing more than to close his eyes and envision how she’d look on her knees, mouth full of his thick cock looking up at him as he filled his hand with her hair and guided her further down his dick until he’s fully inside of her. He’d love to take a picture of her before him, pouting lips around his shaft looking like the perfect little cock worshipping slut as she sucks him like a pro.

The Vow. Chapter Three.

Warnings: mentions of hospitals, being hooked up to machines, memory loss. Teaser: “You don’t think she’s acting differently?” “No? I guess I was overwhelming when she’s just woken up.” he gestures to nothing, just trying to find something to do with his hands that wasn’t simply stuffing his hands into his deep pockets. “I thought being how she was used to might help.” “There’s no easy way to say this, so…She remembers you, enough to ask for you. But she doesn’t remember the two of you.” “I’m not - I'm not following. ”“She knows you’re her friend.” Reina says slowly. “Boyfriend.” Oscar corrects. “Friend.” she reiterates.

Compersion.

Teaser

“Ah, but this time I’d be using him for sex. Not the other way around.” You can see that even she doesn’t believe what she’s saying.

“If you’re going home with anyone tonight, it should be with me.” You add, running the lip balm over your supposedly kiss-proof lipstick and rub your lips together before giving an exaggerated kiss.

“Should,” she says with emphasis and you already know it’s a losing battle. You love her dearly but boy do you want to knock some common sense into her. “Besides, getting dicked never hurt anyone. Am I right?” Beth announces and you can’t help but laugh when someone in one of the toilets shouts out

“Unless it’s an ex baby girl, go ride that dick.”

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footballffbarbiex · 3 years ago

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The Vow. One

Summary: Oscar thinks his life is pretty perfect. With a loving girlfriend and finally able to play in the first team for Barcelona, he doesn't expect their life to change in every way when she loses all memory of their life together. Trying to help her piece it all together again, Oscar finds himself falling in love with her a second time while she discovers her own firsts a second time over. Player: Oscar Mingueza Words: 1,427 Series warnings: mentions of head injury (not via a car accident like the movie), frustrations at memory loss, smut. There'll be more but atm idk. Chapter warnings: light hints at smut and mentions of El Clásico (bc yeah, triggering).

A/N: This is for my on the big screen challenge that I set. In order to tell this story properly, it cannot be a one shot. To write it as one would be ridiculous and so, we have ourselves a new series that no-one asked for but I hope will be enjoyed, even if it’s just Dana and myself who end up doing so. _ Pushing her arms out above her, her body sinks lower under the covers as a long, deep groan sounds from her throat as her muscles wake up and stretch out. She keeps her eyes tightly shut as she feels her body coming alive with every passing second that her mind pulls out of sleep. Pulling her arms back down again, they hit against the warm body beside her and a smile tugs the corners of her lips up when she realises that he’s still here.

Turning over but trying to keep her eyes close, she snuggles into his side and presses a kiss to his skin, smiling to herself when she feels the curves of each rib beneath her lip. Moving a little further, she allows herself to follow his body on autopilot until her tongue is able to swipe over his soft nipple, forcing herself to remain silent when she feels it hardening with every lap.

“You’re really doing this already?” His husky sleepy morning voice reaches her ears and she playfully gives a small bite. He hums, shifting his weight as his eyes flutter open to watch as her lips close around the small bud. Small but perfectly pressured sucks are given and when her fingers brush over the other, it’s already hard. Switching to the other, she hovers her mouth over the puckered nipple, fingertip dips into her mouth to wet before she traces over his nipple and lightly blows over it.

The whine that escapes his lips before he can stop it is beautiful, the sound of it travelling directly between her thighs. Unable to stop herself, she lowers her mouth, lips parting to take the nipple between them and like previously, suckles ever so slightly. Enough for him to feel it, for the sensation of it to radiate throughout his body, making his already hard cock more so but not enough pressure for his liking. Growing frustrated, Oscar gently encourages her head upwards, large hand grasping her skull as she finally kisses his lips.

It’s not the urgent kisses she thought she’d be receiving. They slow, lips parting just enough for them to open-mouth kiss but his need grows with each one. He pulls her body closer, tugging her thigh over his and groans when he feels the wetness that already dampens her underwear against his skin. Neither of them hear the sounds, focusing purely on one another. She lifts, hair now draping down, creating a veil to block off the wall with the hallway door. Their lips part, tongues now touching and by the time they realise what’s happening, it’s too late. Paws pad into the room, excitement takes over when realising everyone is now awake. A sniffing nose pushes through her hair, wet nose against her skin and Oscar’s beard, making them pull apart and laugh.

“No, no, no.” Oscar pleads, trying to pull her back to him and carefully pushing the dogs back from jumping up. “Please don’t leave the bed. We’re just getting started,” he says, guiding her hand to the thickness which now tents at his waist. “Please baby?”

“You promised them a walk before training and it’s…” she turns and taps her phone screen to check, “an hour and half before you have to be there.” She grins at him before dipping her head, pressing a light kiss to the center of his chest, fingers stroking over the light dusting of hair before cheerfully calling the dogs names as she pulls Oscar’s shirt from the floor, slipping on a pair of her shorts and beckons them out of the room. “Later.” She tells Oscar, turning to look at him over her shoulder, “we’ll resume this later.”

“Promise?” He pouts.

“I promise.”

With one arm above his head, Oscar lays on the sofa fast asleep. The dogs lay on the floor beside the couch, barely lifting their heads when she returns though their tails do wag. Making her way to the small footstool storage that sits against the wall, she opens it up and retrieves a blanket and drapes it over him before turning off the TV which plays to itself.

With her hands on her hips, she glances around the room and wonders where to start. From what she’s seen, their apartment is tidy but she wanted to do a few chores before the game. With it being a big one, El Clásico was nothing to scoff at and she wanted nothing more than to go with a clear mind and come home with the intention of either stroking his ego or soothing it; one way or another, she’d be taking care of Oscar like she promised earlier.

Deciding it was best to begin with dinner, she makes her way to the kitchen and opens up the fridge. This gets the dogs attention who follow her in once they hear the packages being opened and placed on the side. She pulls the large chopping board towards her, retrieves the fresh herbs and begins to get to work.

With her earpods in, she doesn’t hear Oscar sleepily making his way through the hallway and pauses in the doorway to watch her. Near the stove, she’s careful as she sways her hips, her shoulders shimmy while she dances carefree. He can hear the quiet way she sings along, sometimes stopping to hum along with the music. His hand ruffles through his hair, the tie now wrapped around his wrist ready to hold it all back in place, and a yawn replaces the grin that had spread over his face but he cannot take his eyes from her.

His eyebrow raises as he watches her drop scraps to the dogs, even though, to his face, she denies it completely. He knows she’s been lying about it, because they’ll try to sit as close to her during meal times as possible or whenever any snacks come out when they watch a movie together. They sit patiently now, tails wagging each time she glances at them. With her back still to him, Oscar moves quickly, wrapping his arms around her waist and grinning to himself when she jolts against him in surprise.

“Hey!” She says, pulling one of the pods out and turns to look up at him as she slips it into her back pocket. Lifting to her tiptoes, she presses a light kiss to his lips before turning back to the stove, “you’re awake. That’s good.” With one hand under the spoon, she carefully stirs and gathers a little up on it before turning back to him and offers him a taste. “How’s this?”

She watches, eyes flickering over his face for any sign of unhappiness at what smothers over his tongue, but when none comes and a smile creeps on instead, she grins. “You’ve changed it.”

“For better or worse?” she asks, wondering about his choice of words and pulls out the other pod and pockets it.

“Better.”

“You don’t sound so sure.” She eyes him suspiciously and lowers the spoon again as she turns back to the stove top and leans across as far as his arms will permit her to move and drops it into the sink before selecting a new one.

“I’d have asked for another taste but I’d hate for you to dirty another spoon for nothing.” He runs his tongue between his lips, licking at the corner before pausing. “Red pepper.” He says. “That’s the difference.”

She budges him back, glancing around until she’s satisfied he hasn’t cheated and seen some of the packaging. “You’re good.”

“I was right?” He brightens.

“I think,” she locks eyes with him and reaches up to play with his hair, “that since you’re now a pro at cooking and picking out the different tastes, that you wouldn’t mind cooking dinner for me one night.”

“Who said I’m a pro?” He scoffs at the insinuation.

“You looked very comfortable in your little Barcelona kitchen.”

“No,” he holds his finger up and his eyes widen, “no, no, no. That’s...no. I’m comfortable here,” he gestures where the chopping board is. “Prepping.”

“My little sous chef.” She strokes over his cheek. “Now…” her hands drop to his wrist, pulling the hair tie and extends her fingers until it’s in position. Reaching up again, she scoops his hair into place and ties it securely before giving his shoulders a little pat, “we need to give you a nice full tummy before you go out there and kick their asses.”

“You’re still coming, right?” he asks.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

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footballffbarbiex · 2 years ago

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Lipstick Stains snippet.

Player: Oscar Mingueza. Type: Smut Summary: all it had taken was a text message to get a reaction. But how was he supposed to hold it together when the text read > babe can i leave pretty lipstick stains on ur dick yes or no? Words: 2500 Snippet words: 506 Posted to Patreon: 20th August 2022

“I’ve missed you today,” she says in a low voice that leaves her words echoing in his mind as his dick throbs.

Her fingers stroke over the silky hair that comes from his ponytail and twirls what she can of it around her finger as her eyes look over his face, dropping back to his lips before she looks up at him from under her lashes.

“I thought as much,” he replies and watches as she tries to pull her features into an innocent expression. “That’s not going to work this time.”

“No?”

“Not this time.” He confirms.

“So, I should just have my way with you then.” She tilts her head, her gaze flickering between his lips and his eyes as her hand runs down the length of his torso until her fingers trace over his erection. “Cut the innocent act,” she adds as her fingers close around his clothed shaft and he bites down onto his lip. “Is that what you’re saying? You want me to play?”

He wants to answer but when her thumb moves, even through the fabric of his clothes, she still manages to stimulate the thin but highly sensitive thread of skin beneath the head. She can see, even through his facial hair, the way his cheek twitches as he clenches his jaw. Even on her tiptoes, Oscar still towers above her but she aims her words at his ear regardless. “I’m taking your silence as a yes.”

His lips curve, trembling as he tries to hold back a smirk unsuccessfully. “It’s a yes.” he replies, knowing she wouldn’t take another step until he’d said it.

“Slow reply,” she comments, her hands falling away from his body as she moves, not even sparing him a glance back as she begins to walk.

“Was a bit distracted by you stroking my dick.” Oscar cannot see her face but he knows she’s smirking. He knows she loves knowing the effect that she has on him, especially at times like this and he’s learning to be more vocal about what he wants, needs and likes, watching as she gobbles up the nuggets of information until she needs to use them later. She’d seen his expression when she first came into his line of vision. The way his eyes scanned over her, eyelids almost fluttering closed when seeing her with very little on her lower half. She knew he loved these lipstick shades of red and this was a new one that she just couldn’t resist purchasing. She needed to know if it was Oscar-proof.

“You need to work on your concentration if that is distracting…”

“My concentration is just fi-” he cuts himself off as his breathing catches in his throat as she turns to face him and wraps her hand around him once more. “Fine.” he finishes after swallowing hard and setting his expression in a hard stare.

“I would disagree.” she tells him, taking her hand from him and turning back on her heel and walking away from him once more.

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