#Oscar Mingueza blurb

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As it stands, the series being completed sooner are:

Antoine Griezmann Blank Space.

Anyone You Want So…Teach Me

Fernando Torres To Be Owned By You.

Rúben Dias  Speakeasy. Patreon until completion.

Trent Alexander Arnold / OC / Dominik Szoboszlai. Compersion.

with "runner up" series as: (in most vote order)

Roman Bürki. HEA.

Oscar Mingueza. Counting Stars. Patreon until completion.

Anyone You Want. Just A Taste. Patreon until completion.

Antoine Griezmann. Always. 

Antoine Griezmann. For Your Entertainment. Mini series. Patreon until completion.

Antoine Griezmann. A Kiss From Death.

Antoine Griezmann. Tear You Apart.

Eric Dier.  Baby, Sugar. Patreon until completion.

Mason Mount. The Heart Never Lies. 

Roman Bürki. Remember Me. Patreon until completion.

Federico Bernardeschi. Behind Enemy Lines. Patreon until completion.

Federico Bernardeschi. Here Without You. Patreon until completion.

Oscar Mingueza Lost In Paradise.  Kink Bingo glory hole series.

Oscar Mingueza. The Vow.

You can still vote here.

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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

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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.......

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A Little Warmth

Warnings:

period pain, soft Marco

Teaser

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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.

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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.

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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. 

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Compersion. 

Teaser

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“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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The Vow. Chapter Two.

Player: Oscar Mingueza Words: 1614 Warnings: brief mentions of sustaining head injury (not like the movie which this is based on, there’s no car accident)

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PREVIOUS CHAPTER.

She remains in the box for longer than normal after the game. Both sets of fans are filing out, with some having already left before the final whistle had blown, and she watches as the seats become more visible as bodies leave the rows. It was never going to be a good match, especially with the title race fully on with each game switching between Real Madrid and Barcelona for the top spot. El Clasico just made everything worse in terms of rivalry and with 3 points swiped away from under Real after a teeth clenching VAR review and penalty awarded to Barcelona at the 89th minute, securing them the win, leaving away fans furious and home fans celebrating.

Drinking in the last of the atmosphere here, she pushes away from the railing and begins to make her way out, swiping a few grapes and cracker biscuits which she pops into her mouth as she begins the descent back down the stairs and through the winding maze of corridors. Smiling and giving a little nod to some of the staff that she recognises, she briefly exchanges a few lines of conversation as they pass one another, and asks another to tell Oscar that she’ll be outside waiting with Sara and not in the carpark like usual.

Oscar had played amazing. A few moments where he’d lost possession of the ball but he’d moved on autopilot, body twisting and recovering the ball before passing it on. He would have been down for an assist had the goal not been ruled offside, something which she knew that he’d be proud of. He’d worked hard to build up his minutes once more. He’d kept his head down in training, pushing himself to be the best he could and prove his worth to the team. With no errors which had led to a goal, she knew he’d be proud of his performance.

The streets are still alive, with dregs of the evening sun casting a warm, golden glow over everything that it touches through the pink tinted evening sky. Fans wearing the two clashing jerseys are taking over, filtering out of the stadium like ants. Some to the carparks, some back to the metro and others simply walk. Some of the fans are able to speak amicably, others are taunting one another as they part ways but from what she can see and hear, it’s mostly playful teasing and nothing too aggressive. It’s the main reason she waits safely away, especially with some fans now knowing her face since Oscar made it into the first team.

Checking her phone, she sees that Sara is on her way but won’t be here for another five or so minutes, prompting her to stuff her phone back into her jacket and lean against the nearest stable surface. She listens to some of the arguments over the match results, some of which can be valid criticism, but some is just bitterness and point scoring from both sides. Something she’d learned early on was that there was no such thing as a neutral football fan, everyone had their own opinions and everyone was right.

She also learnt not to check social media after a game, realising that fans were not forgiving and found it far easier to write their abuse and hateful thoughts in the moment, not realising the long lasting effects it would have on those around the player. Oscar refused to check social media after most games, except for a few fan accounts who he trusted could be a safe place and even though today would be a good day, it was still better not to look at all.

Her gaze snaps to a few fans who are a little louder, their voices and body language are equally boisterous, drawing attention from many who stop what they’re doing to watch. She’s got a perfect view of those who are streaming to and from the station and smiles as she sees Sara’s bright yellow jacket. She knows when her friend has spotted her because Sara begins dancing, making her want to shake her shoulders in response and shimmy over to her.

With the two fans gaining more attention and their heated debate quickly becoming an argument, other’s step in to try and diffuse the situation with some trying to get in between, yelling at the two of them to calm down and stop this madness. Her eyes are focused on her friend as she side steps several of the people joining the group, but with her focus momentarily off the chaos, she doesn’t notice the way it escalates faster than anyone can anticipate. Several punches are thrown, causing some of the men to tumble into one another like dominoes.

By the time she realises that her friend is no longer dancing and is pointing to warn her, two of the men have stumbled into her with such force it knocks the breath from her as she loses her footing. Her arms stretch out to try and help but it’s pointless, her body slumps to the floor causing a blinding pain to shoot through her head as her vision blurs and the image of Sara rushing towards her is short lived.

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Oscar’s arm wraps around Riqui’s shoulders as he continues to speak with Frenkie and Araújo, a large grin spreading out over the defender’s face as he becomes excited as he jokes. The team are elated, their voices bouncing through the tunnel and hallways, no doubt travelling back towards the frustrated away team but for a moment, Oscar doesn’t care. Once more at the top of the table, this couldn’t have gone any better.

“Oscar?” Eliana calls out to him, as she comes out of one of the rooms with her arms full. He towers above her, much like he does his girlfriend, and gives a soft smile as he says hello. “Your girlfriend said she’ll be meeting Sara, so won’t be in the carpark like usual.”

He holds back a chuckle, thinking so much for the continuation that was promised this morning but he could be persuasive if need be. It was by no means a title winning night but this was a huge feat and not something which should be ignored. Oscar would always try to take each match as it came, he was able to be more positive that way if he did, but he did want to celebrate a little because this was a big win.

He’s able to call out a “thank you” as he’s pulled into the locker room where the good mood continues. He watches as they dance around, music is playing from someone’s speaker and the temptation to get up and dance with them is overwhelming. Xavi stands and watches them celebrating, full grown men dancing around like children with pure happiness. It hung in the air, grasping everyone with a contagious hook in a tight grip.

The moment Oscar gets to his cubby, he checks his phone, eagerly anticipating a text message from her but there’s nothing there from her but a few texts from his family and standard app notifications. Swallowing back the disappointment as he replies to the others, he then drops his phone back onto his clothes and turns back to look at the room as he pulls his jersey from the back of his neck up and over and drops it by his feet as he begins to unlace his boots. He tries to take in as much as he can as Xavi talks about the match and the upcoming one. He’s half registering the words, half wanting to just go and shower and get out of here but he keeps himself rooted with what he hopes is an expression which is convincing enough to say he’s still paying attention.

The second he can, he’s up and stripping, desperate to feel the heat from the water and get the dirt and sweat from his body. He chuckles when Riqui appears in the stall beside him, sensing that something isn’t quite right and does his best to try and distract him, which thankfully for Oscar, works. Heading back from the shower, Oscar loses himself in conversation with Riqui about how he’d be spending the evening, the disappointment now at the furthest point in the back of his head - though it still lingers. His hand remains where the towel locks together, ensuring it doesn’t spring open while he’s walking, but tightens around the material when he sees the look upon Xavi’s face when he glances over. In deep conversation with another member of staff, he now glances over at the young defender before turning his back on him.

“That’s…weird.” Riqui whispers, looking up at Oscar as they make their way back to their places. A few of the other men nervously glance at the two of them and any uneasy feeling he had previously now rears its ugly head again. Unsure if his anxiety is simply getting the better of him, he keeps quiet and tries to dry himself off as much as he can before pulling on his clean clothes.

“He’s still looking,” Oscar hears him whisper but he keeps his back to his coach, not wanting to tempt fate and confirm that whatever they’re discussing is about him. Instinctively though, he reaches for his phone, still no message from her, not a location of where she and Sara are but there’s one message which makes his stomach begin to work, threatening to reverse and bring everything back up. He’s still trying to process the words when he hears his coach’s voice say

“Mingueza, I need to speak with you.”

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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.”

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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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BRB just imagining what this mouth/lips could do…

(Old photo I know, but let’s pretend he’s got long hair and he’s older than he is in this picture! His lips are still the same! 😅)

i can’t believe you’ve brought me out of retirement like this. but it had to be this man to do it. 

ok so here’s the thing, he knows. he knows exactly what he does to her and he uses this to his advantage.

usually, on a day to day basis he’s the calm, the voice of reason, the one to pick up pieces after a derail and ensure that everything is smooth again in their lives. He hates arguing and refuses to let them go to bed angry with one another. 

but under that warmth is another side. He uses his sweetness and softness to lure her in. He compliments, he flatters, he gives her light kisses and even lighter touches. By the time he’s between her thighs, he’s worked her up so flawlessly that she hates herself for not seeing it coming sooner. 

The way he’d kissed her a little harder, with more pressure, more need had slipped her mind. His ghosting touches had increased, fingers pressing to her skin through the shirt as he’d fist it when she moaned into his mouth as he’d circled his hips against hers. His hand had dipped into his bottoms, rearranged his hard cock so that when his hips met hers, the thickness of him would rub in exactly the right spot. It worked, she’d weakened, moulded herself to him and rocked her hips like a cat in heat until she was begging him to take her to bed.

She’d felt the smile that had burnt into her skin with each kiss that he’d applied to her inner thigh. His beard scraped against her sensitive skin, a steady trail from her knee up to her pussy that would no doubt still stand out once he’s finished. His arms hooked under her thighs and over the tops of them, fingers digging into the crease of her hip and thighs as his tongue flattens against her to give one long, slow stroke to part her folds. 

Her head pushed back into the pillows as she inhaled deeply, every thought leaving her mind when his lips closed around her clit, his cheeks hollowed and the pressure teamed with the precision of his tongue flicking over the bundle of nerves before dragging his tongue back down her slit and lapping away the juices that flow there. The more he tongues at her core, the more his top lip drags over her clit, sending her body into a frenzy and pushing her one step towards her climax. 

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Soulmates: Dreams

Player: Oscar Mingueza Words: 1,265 Request: You’re going to hate me but Oscar sees her regular normal weird dreams until one night all she has is nightmares and he has to find her to make them stop Warnings: mentions of nightmares, shy loved up Oscar.

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Oscar had been aware of her before she’d invaded his thoughts and dreams. He’d come across the small coffee shop by chance and only because Ari had asked him to collect something for her. She’d been behind the counter, flour had dusted her forehead and a sprinkling over her nose as she’d rushed out from the back, still drying her hands on a paper towel before dropping it into the waste bin to serve the customer before him.

The apology came quickly, explaining that she was short staffed today and trying to do everything seemed to make the time go faster. The customer in front of Oscar had dismissed it with a wave of their hand, saying it was fine and left a good tip to compensate for the stress. When she’d turned her eyes to him, it felt as though she could see everything about him. He’d felt naked, exposed and incredibly vulnerable as she’d stood waiting for him to let her know what he’d like.

Oscar too left a tip and made sure to come back for his own reasons. A drink here and there. A few pastries, a light lunch. He tried not to appear too obvious, but he knew that he was walking around with a huge neon sign that read HI, I’M CRUSHING ON YOU. He knew her name by now, could almost tell her mood from the moment he walked in before she could adjust and use her “work voice” to push her emotions to the back of her mind. He knew which block she lived in, having bumped into her once whilst walking his dog. She’d come out of the doors, side stepping someone coming in and almost walked into Oscar in the process.

“I am so sorry,” she’d quickly apologised to Oscar, bending automatically to stroke the dog and make sure she hadn’t stood on his paws. “I think I need to go back to bed. Clearly I’m not awake yet.” She’d laughed as heat had spread across her cheeks with shame. “I thought living nearby would mean I was more prepared for work, but apparently I’m just lazier with getting out of bed.”

“It’s ok. He doesn’t mind, especially if he gets a fuss afterwards.” Oscar had smiled at her and thought his heart was about to burst out of his chest when she smiled up at him.

It was after this meeting that he found himself able to pick up on her dreams. Once he was relaxed enough, laid within the comfort of his bed, she’d appear. Her mind took her to some strange places, and though he would only catch glimpses of her dreams before his own would take hold, there had been a few that prolonged until it switched to another, or she entered another REM cycle. He’d hear her voice or see her reflection if it were a POV dream.

He’d felt intrusive when she had sex dreams, but he couldn’t switch them off. Forced to lay there and experience her versions, often waking up frustrated and avoiding her place of work for fear she’d know what he’d seen. But tonight, things were different. He could feel his skin crawling as she controlled his dreams. He felt her fear, could smell, and taste it as it came off her in waves. The first time he woke up with a start, the second time he was covered in a light sweat and couldn’t get back to sleep. HE couldn’t remember what it was that she had dreamt about but the aftereffects had taken hold and he couldn’t shake the feeling. Each time he debated closing his eyes, the feeling of being watched, of something waiting was there and it made him climb out of bed, get dressed and make his way over to where he knew she lived.

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He doesn’t have to wait long as he approaches the block, someone is coming out of the doors as he jogs over and catches the handle before it can close. He’s given her door number by a neighbour who has had a few drinks and probably doesn’t think of it as a big deal. Taking the stairs two at a time, Oscar rushes towards her flat.

He knocks loud enough to try and pull her from her sleep when he can hear her noises. He calls her name and tries to knock a few more times as he whispers, please wake up, please wake up, please wake up.

He can hear the lock turning, a slide of a safety chain pulling tight as the door opens slightly and her tear-streaked face peers up at him, eyes widening in surprise when she sees who stands there.

“What are yo-”

“Long story, I needed to make sure you were awake.”

“But how did you know which was mine?”

“Some guys told me. That’s beside the point.” he exasperatingly states.

“You knew I wasn’t ok.” She states in a small voice.

“They’re not here.” His voice matches hers, his tone now soft. “It’s just a dream.” When she begins to shake her head, the argument already forming in her mind, Oscar cuts her off. “It’s just a dream. It scared me enough to get me out of bed and over here to make sure you’re ok. I couldn’t have you asleep again and go through that alone.”

“But that means...” she trails off as realisation sets in, her hand lifts to her mouth and she can’t hide her surprise. “You can’t. We can’t...but you’re...” stumbles over her thoughts, all of them coming out at once.

Oscar watches as she steps back, hears the chain sliding from the door as she pushes it to. Seconds later, the door opens fully but she’s already walking back through the hallway, the words “I need to sit down,” reaching his ears.

He finds her sitting as though she’s in someone else’s home, not in the comfortable manner he’d expect someone to be in their own. Knees together, perched on the edge of the couch, glass of water in her hand as she looks around. Running her fingers through her hair, she takes another drink before looking at him.

“You’re picking up on my dreams?”

“Yeah. Mostly snippets. There are not many full dreams I see. Until tonight. They scared me and I don’t get the full experience of them.”

“I think I’ve been seeing yours.” she tells him as she frowns. “They’re not clear. Kinda fuzzy but I knew they weren’t mine.” She says as she begins to focus a little more. “Damn, I should really-” she cuts herself off as she gets to her feet and begins to tidy away some of her belongings.

“You don’t need to,” he tries to reassure her, halting her movements. “I’m not here to look at your home. I’m here to make sure you have someone with you after the nightmares.”

“I don’t want to go back to sleep right now.” She admits, putting down the items in her hand that she’d tried to hastily tidy away. She pulls her robe around herself a little more - as though it could shield her from her thoughts. “But I don’t want to be alone.”

“Then we stay up and talk or sit in silence until you’re calm.”

“I guess we have some catching up to do, all things considered,” she chuckles nervously. “I have some of those pastries you like, if you’d like one?”

“That would be perfect.” It's not the way he hoped the news would be broken, but it feels right being here.

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Oscar Mingueza: @petitharicot

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Halloween. Prompt 8.

Player: Oscar Mingueza. Words: 629 Request:  Oscar's girl absolutely loves Halloween and was really looking forward to that costume party, but she got sick (a cold/flu or something) and she's bummed that she can't go. So he surprises her with a cozy Halloween night just for the two of them 🥺 A few Halloween cupcakes from the bakery (let's be real, he can't bake himself), some decoration, a movie & cozy onesies as their costumes. Warnings: none outside of what has been stated above. 

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In her excitement for the spooky season, Oscar’s girlfriend had headed to the store, stocked up on candles, fake cobwebs (even though Oscar argued if he didn’t do the housework long enough, they could get genuine ones) and fake spiders and plenty of both fake and real pumpkins for décor. She’d baked last night, intending to frost and add the spooky toppings or fake blood ready for them to take to the halloween party organised by Riqui.

“Are you ok?” Oscar had asked when she started sneezing, her eyes growing heavier as the evening wore on.

“I‘m fine, nothing is stopping me going tomorrow.” She’d insisted. A bath taken to try and help her aching muscles hadn’t helped and this morning, her nose was streaming, her eyes were sore and her voice was raspy.  

She’d brought herself downstairs, snuggled up in one of Oscar’s hoodies and a pair of thick fleeced PJ bottoms. She’d managed to drink her morning coffee, but only some of her breakfast, pushing away one of the muffins because she couldn’t stomach it.  

“Babe, you can’t go.”

“Can too.”

“Cannot.” He argued when she began to fall asleep on the sofa. “Come on, let me get you back to bed. You can have a little nap and we’ll see how you feel after. Deal?”  

She hadn’t the energy to argue, instead, allowing him to scoop her up in his arms and carry her to bed. She’d fallen asleep before he’d finished getting changed and with the house silent, he headed to her favourite bakery.  

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“Oscar?” She croaks, a tissue pressed to her nose which is already stinging from the amount of times she’s wiped it. She knows she feels hot but she’s shivering as she pulls her dressing gown around her body tightly. The morning had passed by quickly, and with most of the afternoon now gone, the sun was already preparing to go down as the minutes creep by 4pm. She can just smell something getting through her blocked nose. Something cinnamony, could be apple spice, could be pumpkin spice; she can’t tell. She can hear Oscar moving things, the drag of the couch as he moves it somewhere more fitting in his mind. It’s not until she reaches the door of the living room that she understands.  

He’s decorated to the best of his ability. Candles are waiting to be lit, spiders are positioned in their fake webs over the fireplace, draping over the curtains and on the hearth. Lights fill the fireplace, creating a cosy glow. The coffee table is filled with treats, bowls of freshly popped popcorn, cups with flake chocolate and marshmallows ready to be added to the hot cocoa and on the screen is Hocus Pocus ready to watch.  

“Oh, you’re awake.” He comments, straightening up and giving her a big smile. “You’ve been out for hours, I didn’t want to disturb you.”

“I think I needed it.”

“I think so too.” He steps over to her and pulls her into a hug, resisting the urge to give her a small kiss.  

“I can’t believe you’ve done all of this.”

“Well, you’re not well enough to do it yourself and I didn’t want you missing out on everything. I know it’s not to your standard b-”

“Oscar it’s perfect. Thank you.” She manages a broad smile which coaxes one from Oscar in return. “Are they from that bakery across the city?”

“I wanted everything to be perfect.” He gives her a little squeeze. “And I know they’re your favourite place.”

“I’d kiss you but I don’t want to infect you.” Her smile turns sad until he blows her a kiss and she chuckles.  

“Go get changed into your onesie and I'll make the hot cocoa?”

“I’d love that.”

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Oscar Mingueza: @petitharicot​

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Baby Daddy 2.

Player: Oscar Mingueza  Words: 260 Type: Baby Daddy blurb.  Warning: sickly sweet fluff  Request: Have you ever imagine Oscar with a little girl? Three years old of pure sass? And she likes to play Princess Salon ( that's the name of her business she's already stepping up and making investments ) and daddy is her favorite customer, she tries to mimic what her mum does to her hair and even watched a video on how to braid hair on youtube cause she's that smart. And of course, he stays there, getting his hair pulled from one side to another and the smell of her baby spray all over, happy even when it ends up with a headache and pigtails

Oscar sits obediently in the most awkward position as his daughter tugs his hair this way and that. He smells of something incredibly sweet that came from a pink and blue unicorn hair spray bottle that his fiancé uses to detangle their daughter’s hair, and he’s fairly certain there’s now glitter in there too, along with his beard.

She keeps walking from behind him to stand in front, tapping her chin and cheek whilst making a hmmm noise, thinking of what else she can do. He wants to say no more. No more butterfly clips, no more spray and no more glitter but the happiness is radiating from her and he can’t crush that happiness – no matter how much his butt is going numb and he’s losing feeling in his leg from sitting in the same position.

“Daddy? You look beautiful in pink.” She declares and he tries to keep the tight-lipped smile in place, even though he’s crying inside wondering what she means by that.

He doesn’t have long to wait before she’s back with her coloured hair pens and hair glitter mascara.

“Trust me daddy?” she asks in the sweetest voice. Of course he doesn’t, but here at Princess Salon, the customer is not right. He learnt that when he got a swift biff on the head with the brush at the start when he complained she was being rough with his hair tangles.

“Always.”

“Good,” she replies, giving him a look and stepping towards him, leaving him thinking this will be a look that’s anything but good.

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I can’t wait to finally write more of Oscar and thanks to my anon who sent me the details of an Oscar mini, I’m so excited!

And I’m toying around with this for my movie one shots....

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

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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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Oscar Mingueza one shots

I apologise for any format issues. There are no spacing problems when I post the update, but for some reason, the app likes to mess things up :( Typos are my own errors though.

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PROMPTS, BLURBS, SONG BLURBS, DATING WOULD INCLUDES:

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Hairdresser baby daddy

At Home And Chill

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DRABBLES:

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Halloween. Prompt 8. 

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ONE SHOTS:

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Soulmates: Dreams. 

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SMUT:

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Kinktober: Day 1. She hadn’t meant to, but who says wet solo fun times were reserved for the shower only?

Do That Again. 

SERIES:

The Vow. 

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.

Chapter One. 

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Lost In Paradise. 

Summary: The last place Oscar thought he’d visit is an exclusive gentleman’s club offering everything from alcohol to drugs, from strippers to glory holes. This wasn’t his scene. This wasn’t what he did, but if anyone was going to strike up conversation with the woman behind the panelling, it was going to be Oscar. And only Oscar could go from a glory hole client to a potential relationship. 

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12 months of....

I love the idea of having a month dedicated to certain players. Weekend updates will not change, and will be anyone and everyone, but one day throughout the week will be dedicated to x player to be able to post their requests if they have a lot of them, otherwise I may take some small blurbs to fill the gaps. What this form will tell me, is who you'd like for certain months. I'll then look through the requests that I have and begin to work with them.

vote here. 

Below you’ll be able to see who has been put forward for each month so far. 

January:

Current winner: Leon.

ben chilwell

Benjamin pavard

Eric Dier

Heccy B

Jude Bellingham

Leon Goretzka x 5

Llorente

Marco Rose

Mason Mount x3

Mats Hummels

Neymar

Paulo Dybala

Rafinha

Roman Bürki

Ruben Dias

Trent Alexander Arnold

Tyrone M

Feb:

Current winners: Ben Chilwell, Joe Gomez and Leon.  

Ben Chilwell x 3

Benjamin pavard

Declan Rice x2

dominic calvert lewin

Erling Haaland

Joe Gomez x 3

John Stones

Jude Bellingham

Leon Goretzka x3

Mason Mount

Mats Hummels x 2

Rafinha

Rodrigo De Paul

Trent Alexander Arnold

April:

Current winners: Leon Goretzka

Ben Chilwell x 2

Benjamin pavard

dele alli

Federico Chiesa

Jadon Sancho

John Stones

Jude Bellingham

Kevin Trapp

Leon Goretzka x 4

Marcus Rashford

Mason Mount x 2

RLC

Roman Burki

Trent Alexander Arnold x 2

Tyrone Mings

May:

Current winners: Trent

Alvaro Morata

Ben Chilwell

Benjamin pavard

DCL

Dele

Erik Durm

Hector Bellerin

Jadon Sancho

Jesse Lingard

Julian Brandt

Leon Goretzka x2

Marcus Rashford x2

Mats Hummels

Ruben Dias

Sergio Ramos

Trent Alexander Arnold x3

June:

Current winners: Leon Goretzka

Ben Chilwell x2

Benjamin pavard

Erling Halland

Frenkie de Jong

Gianluca Scamacca 

Jack Grealish x3

Jude Bellingham

Kai havertz x 2

Leon Goretzka x 4

Marco Rose x 2

Marcus Rashford

Mason Mount x 2

Mats Hummels

Rafael Alcantara

July:

Current winners: Federico Bernardeschi, Leon and Mason

Ben Chilwell

Benjamin pavard

Ciro Immobile

Federico Bernardeschi x 2

Jack Grealish

Jadon Sancho

Jesse Lingard

John Stones

jorginho

Jude Bellingham

Kalvin Phillips

Leon goretzka x 2

Marco Rose

Mason Mount x 2

RLC

scott mctominayToni Kroos

Virgil Van Dijk

August:

Current winners: Roman Burki

Benjamin pavard

DCL

Eric Dier

Gonzalo Higuain

Héctor Bellerin

John Stones

Jude Bellingham x 2

Leon Goretzka x 2

Marco Rose

Marcus Rashford

Oscar Mingueza

Paulo Dybala

Roman Burki x 3

sonny

Trent

Virgil VD

September:

Current winners: Benji, Jesse, Leon, Virgil

Ben Chilwell

Ben Godfrey

Benjamin pavard x 2

Christian Pulisic

Dcl

Eric Dier x 2

Hector Bellerin

Jadon sancho

Jesse Lingard x 2

John Stones

Karim Benzema

Leon goretzka x2

Marco Asensio

Marco Rose

Mats Hummels

Ruben Dias

Sergi Roberto

Trent

Virgil Van Dijk x 2

October:

Current winners: Benji, Jesse, Leon, Marco, Marcus and Trent 

Ben Chilwell

Ben Godfrey

Benjamin pavard x 2

Calum Chambers

Declan Rice

Jesse Lingard x 3

Jordan Henderson

Karim Benzema

Kepa

Leon goretzka x 2

Marco Rose x 2

Marcus Rashford x 2

Oscar Mingueza

Paulo Dybala

Rafinha

Trent Alexander Arnold x 2

November:

Current winners: Hector and Mason.

anto

Benjamin pavard

Bernd Leno

Hector Bellerin x 2

Jack Grealish

Jadon Sancho

John Stones

Kalvin Phillips

Leon goretzka

Marco Rose

Mason Mount x 2

Mats x 2

Roman Burki

Ruben Dias

Simon Kjaer

Tyrone Mings

December:

Current winners: Antoine, Mason and Virgil.

All of them at once, fighting for me

Antoine Griezmann x 2

Benjamin pavard

DCL

Dusan Tadic

John Stones

Jorginho

Leon goretzka

Marco Rose

Mason Mount x2

Ruben Loftus Cheek

Sergio Ramos

Son Heung-Min

Trent AA

Tyrone Mings

Virgil Van Dijk x 2

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Sunday 31st Blurb Requests are now CLOSED.

To request I need the following:

A player to be named (unless you specify that your idea is for it to be unnamed)

A plot. “something cute/smutty with x” does not count and won’t be included. 

if you have a preference for i/you/she, then please let me know. 

these shouldn’t be more than 250 words. I’m hoping to keep these super short (but this is me. I need to learn some self control.) 

You can request from the following categories and I’ll update them as I get them:

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baby daddy 

Oscar Mingueza

Virgil van Dijk

Marco Reus

Leon Goretzka

Dom Calvert Lewin

(bonus with a Henry one)

pregnancy 

Dom Calvert Lewin

Eric Dier

Son Heung-Min

Kylian Mbappe

at home and chill

Virgil van Dijk

Ben Chilwell

Oscar Mingueza

Trent Alexander-Arnold

first date 

Leon Goretzka

Kieran Tierney

Kylian Mbappe

Hector Bellerin

early mornings

Marcos Llorente

Roman Burki

Calum Chambers

Hector Bellerin

doing chores

Julian Brandt

Mason Mount

Jesse Lingard

song blurbs 

Leon Goretzka

Roman Burki

Marcus Rashford

Anyone You Want

forbidden romance* (see below)

Paulo Dybala

Virgil van Dijk

Jadon Sancho

Trent Alexander-Arnold

Kylian Mbappe

smut 

Trent Alexander-Arnold

Antoine Griezmann

Leon Goretzka

Son Heung-Min

Virgil van Dijk

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*forbidden romance could be dating brother’s teammate, he’s her/your brother’s friend etc.