#bra x usa

[sportwnt]

hii! like or reblog if you save/use

[algumaideia]

Os comentaristas falando q é pênalti e aí eu virei pro meu irmão é pênalti? E ele sim. Então era pênalti, meu irmão sempre certo com as opiniões do futebol dele

[blindfoureyes]

I don't watch basketball so 76 x 104 is just---

[dubiousdisco]

brazil's defense almost as bad as vasco's

[wosohours]

commitment - leah williamson x reader

You always heard about “don’t date athletes” and “athletes are players," but of course when good advice comes your way, you ignore it.

It was a bit insane to think that you could start talking to the one girl who could not be bothered with being in a committed relationship. That gut feeling telling you “Don’t get too close”, “Don’t entertain her”, or “Don’t fall in too deep” but you once again ignored it.

Honestly, you could not help it. It was like a craving to be around Leah all the time. It almost felt like an obsession of wondering, “What is she doing?”, “Where is she?”, “Is she thinking about me?”

Constantly checking your phone to see if she messaged you. Looking at her social media every hour on the hour. You were in deep and you knew it would eventually lead to hurting yourself. Yet, being someone with the typical heart-eye delusions, the thoughts in the back of your mind kept saying, “She will change for you.”

Trying to distance yourself never worked because every time you were at a safe enough distance she kept pulling you right back in. Leah knew that she had some type of hold on you and constantly used that to her advantage.

Just last week she was barely texting and calling you back. You understood that she was not obligated to do so since you two were not officially together, but you were most definitely a little…maybe even a lot more than “just friends.” The dates, the romantic gestures, and the PDA all confirmed that but you could never understand her constant pushing and pulling.

Leah knows exactly how to make it up to you though. She texted three days ago saying how sorry she was not keeping in contact, how she misses you like crazy and how she planned a whole day for just the two of you. You were strong this time, wanting her to feel how she makes you feel by not texting back and declining her calls those three days. Yet one slip of weakness and here you are right back in her bed.

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“I missed you so much you have no ideas.” Leah tells you as she feathers kisses all over your face as you both lay in bed naked.

“Oh really? I would not have guessed.” you said as you sat up from her chest and moved away from her a little. She froze looking at you with that cute frown that is usually stuck on her face and said, “Baby I told you I am truly sorry, I really mean it. I have just been a bit busier since the launch of my third book. You know this.”

Leah wraps an arm around your waist pulling you back down closer to her. “I am here now though, aren’t I?” You hesitantly relax into her and say, “I know but a simple text or any sort of reply would have been nice. I just missed you.” You can feel Leah smiling against your hairline after she lays a soft kiss there. “I missed you too babe.”

After a moment of you two just enjoying each other's company she says quietly, “How about we get up, you come shower with me, and then we can go out and get some breakfast?”

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Once again the cycle repeats itself with Leah distancing herself. No longer answering calls or texts. Although it hurt, you thought it would be best to leave things the way they were to protect your peace, even pushing yourself to be petty enough to block her number. It was almost like you were putting her up to the test to see how far she would go to get your attention.

Although she did swipe up on one of your Instagram stories of you in a tight shirt with no bra saying, “I’ve seen it, now delete it,” but you ignored that as well.

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Since being friends with Leah for many years you have grown closer with some of the Arsenal girls and with them loving your company, a couple of them have asked you to join them in celebrating the end of their USA tour at a local pub. People are either mingling by the bar, doing karaoke, or sitting around the reserved private table in the back.

Currently, you are at the bar getting a drink and you can feel Leah’s eyes burning into the back of your skull.

“What’s going on with you two? You have been more grumpy than usual,” Katie teases Leah as she sits in the empty seat next to her. “She's ignoring me,” Leah sighs, still looking at you.

“What have you done this time?” Alessia asks from across the table. “I’ve been kind of avoiding her again. I don’t mean to but I don’t know what I’m doing.” Leah replies.

“Have you tried talking to her about how you feel? Do you actually want to have a serious relationship with her?” Katie asks.

“No, I haven't talked to her. Every time I try to talk about us my mouth goes dry and all of a sudden I can’t think, and of course, I want something serious with her I’m just nervous,” Leah shakes her head and looks down at her fidgeting fingers.

Lia, who has been listening to the conversation from her seat next to Alessia, speaks up, “Well you might need to tell her soon because the bartender is flirting with her heavily.”

This causes Leah’s head to shoot up in your direction and sees the bartender smiling at you and reaching her hand over to rest on your forearm. “Yeah, not happening.” Leah quickly stands up from her seat and pushes past people to make her way over to you.

When she gets to you she gently wraps an arm around your waist not to startle you and pulls you back into her chest. She gives her glare that she usually saves for the pitch to the bartender, making her quickly release your arm and turn her attention to another customer waiting at the other end of the bar.

Leah smiles when you relax into her and she whispers in your ear, “You’ve been avoiding me.” You slowly turn around until you are face to face with her and say. “Hurts doesn’t it?”

“I deserve that. Why don’t we go have a chat and I will explain myself?” Leah says, moving her hand to grab yours. “Really? You want to talk now and here?” you scoff.

Leah just nods and gently pulls your hand so that you follow her out to the back patio of the pub. She sits on a bench that is a little bit away from the loud building and pulls your hand down to sit next to her.

“You know you shouldn’t just flirt with anyone, she could've just been charming you into being her next one nightstand,” she says.

“Hmm, pot meets kettle huh? You would know,” you scoff pulling your hand away from hers.

“No, I wouldn’t, because we are more than that,” she firmly replies.

“It sure doesn’t feel like it sometimes.”

“I know,” she sighs, focusing on her shoes, “but I can explain.”

You look at her and slightly nod your head giving her the indication to keep talking.

“I love everything about us. I love how we are with each other. How easy it is to be around you and the connection that we have. I’m just scared of the reality of us being together because it seems too good to be true,” she confesses. “Don’t get me wrong I do want to be with you and I am serious about you but there is this nagging feeling in my head that I am going to screw it all up.”

You grab her hands gently and say, “That’s completely understandable Leah, I wish you would have communicated with me about how you felt earlier. However, you can’t make future assumptions about something you or we haven’t even tried yet. Neither of us has any idea of what could happen but it doesn’t mean push away and hide from it.”

You continue, “You are looking too far into the future when you should be focusing on right now. That self-sabotaging brain of yours is going to stall you for great things one day.” you giggle pushing her head away making her laugh too.

After the giggles die down she says, “You are completely right. If you allow me to give this…us another try I am willing to put my all into it. I just ask that you give me that reassurance.”

“I can give you that, but you have to promise to communicate with me.” you nod raising your hand to move a piece of hair out of her face.

“I promise to communicate my feelings to you,” she replies leaning into your hand.

You smile and stand up from the bench pulling her up with you to give her a hug resting your head against hers. Leah pulls back a bit to give you a few quick pecks on the lips causing you to giggle and move away.

“My girl,” she whispers, pulling you back against her and laying one last kiss on the side of your head.

____________________

Since that day Leah has kept her promise of communicating more and you have kept yours by reassuring her when she needed it. She even asked you to officially be with her a couple weeks later and it had felt as though something shifted in the air.

She was constantly texting, calling, and wanting to be attached to your hip. When you too were with each other in person she would constantly cling to you but you were okay with it since that is what you were wanting from the beginning.

[nofingjustaninchident]

just a little drunk - hoo boys

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content: percy jackson, leo valdez, jason grace and frank zhang x drunk!reader, best friends to lovers

warnings: mortal!au, alcohol consumption, dirty jokes, weed consumption, probably cursing.

a/n: i just discovered that i have a massive problem with writing. i literally took half an hour (at least) to write EACH one of those. terrible. just terrible. but i swear im trying to write more, it’s just cause i don’t have much creativity to write 😭

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now playing… party in the USA - miley cyrus

Percy Jackson

He was at the party. Of course he was at the party. Everyone says a party without Percy Jackson is not a party. But he was the DD of the night, so he was completely sober - which was a hard task for the party king.

That, until he saw you. On top of a table. Striping down- wait. Striping down?! Jesus Christ, he left you alone for five minutes- oh, you’re taking your shirt off.

Of course there’s a bunch of assholes standing there, telling you to keep going and screaming obscenities at you. But Percy didn’t have the time to be mad right now, he was too focused on you.

If he got there one second late, he and everyone else in that room would see the black lacy bra you was wearing, but thank goodness he got there before you did it.

“Alright, that’s enough for today, isn’t it, sweetheart?” He said, hugging you from behind and taking a very giggly you off the table. All the boys in the room started ‘booh’ing him, and he just flipped him the finger.

“Perce! I was having funnn!!” You complained, your words sloppy and smudgy as he basically dragged you back to his SUV. He just rolled his eyes and chuckled slightly.

“Y/n/n, you were about to strip in front of a lot of people. I’m sure you’d kill me tomorrow if i let that happen.” He said as he pushed you onto the car and pulled the seat down so you could lay against it.

“Hmm.. Yeah, i’d probably do that.” She said, the smile never leaving her face as she started mumbling random words.

He closed the door and walked towards the driver’s seat. He knew he couldn’t drive you back to his house now, since he had to wait for his friends, so he just turned the air conditioning on and pulled a blanket over you shoulders.

“Sleep for a little. I’ll take you to my home, hm? I’ll take care of you.” He said, taking the loose strands of hair off your face. You were just so pretty it was unbearable.

“Fine.. Thanks, Percy.” She said and drifted off to slumber.

After a few minutes of watching you sleep, he remembered that you’d hate to sleep with make up on, so he looked into the glove compartment and- aha! Of course you had left a few of your wet wipes there.

He started softly running the cloth against your face, cleaning it. When he was finally over, he kissed your nose slightly and smiled to himself, waiting for his friends so he could drive you home aswell.

Jason Grace

He was sleeping, as any normal person would at 2 am. But he was a light sleeper, and he woke up suddenly with his phone raining in his nightstand. He groaned and searched for both his glasses and the phone so he could see who was calling him so late in the night.

When he looked at the phone screen, he frowned in confusion. Why was Kayla calling him, out of nowhere? She usually didn’t call him, unless-

“Kayla?” He said as he picked up the phone, sitting in his bed and rubbing his eyes so he could try and forget the sleepiness that was threatening to win him over.

“Hey, Jason.. uh… i’m sorry for waking you up but, uh… i’m in a party with y/n-“ Y/n and parties? Never ever a good combination. “-And she doesn’t accept to go home unless it’s with you. She’s… drunk. Maybe high, too. Can you pick her up?”

Oh boy, he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to do that. “I’m on my way. Just… send me the address and i be there as soon as possible.”

“Fine- shut up, y/n! Stay here, no-“ And then the call was over.

My god, he thought, what’s she gotten herself into this time?

Kayla sent him the adress and he got into his car - a Lambo, gift from his absent father trying to make up for it - and got in the place the party was happening in less than ten minutes.

The first thing he noticed was the loud noise in the party. The second was you, laid down and making a snow angel in the grass. Funny sight.

“Y/n/n? My god, what in hell are you-“ He got cut off with you getting up and jumping on his arms, hugging him.

“Jase! I didn’t think you’d come!” You said, smiling brightly at your best friend. “Come on, let’s go to the party!”

You tried pulling his hand towards the house, but you weren’t already the strongest while sober, and drunk… e didn’t even flinch.

“No, honey, im taking you back to your house. You got enough drinking for today.” He said, pulling you by the waist towards him and placing you inside the car as you tried your hardest to get back to the party.

“As, come on! Buzzkill!” You whined, crossing your arms and pouting at him.

“Come on, i’ll buy you a slushee. What’d you think?” He asked. You immediately smiled. Drunk you was a very easily distracted person.

“Fine. But we’ll talk about that tomorrow.” He said, squeezing her shoulder softly as he drove towards the gas station.

“Whatever you say. Buzzkill.”

Leo Valdez

He was home watching a dumb tv show. He didn’t really bother with sleeping, since he knew his best friend was going to a party. And you plus party equals to a very drunk mess.

So when he finally got a call, he already knew it was you. It happens that he was right.

“Yes, cariño?” He asked, a smile plastered on his lips as soon as he heard your drunk giggles.

“Can you pick me up, fireboy?” You asked, your voice groggy and smudgy. But he knew it would probably be like that, so he was already expecting it.

“Course i can. Send me the address and i’m on my way.”

“Fine. Bye Valdeeezzzz..” You said before hanging up the phone with giggles and smiles.

He got where you were and you were being supported by one of your friends, who seemed pretty annoyed with the drunk version of you, all smiley and clingy to anyone around.

“Oh, thank god you’re here. I can’t stand her anymore.” Your friend said before basically dragging you towards the boy. “She’s all yours now.”

You were all smiles as you held Leo’s neck and pulled him close to you. “Leooooo! I missd’ ya!”

“Hey, cariño. You’re kinda drunk, aren’t you?” He asked before supporting your weight and taking you towards his car.

“What? Me? Nooo…” You said, giggling. You clearly smelled like pure alcohol.

“Sure you aren’t. Get in there, i’m taking you home.” He said, opening the passanger’s seat for you and placing you inside.

He put on your seat belt and kissed you forehead before walking towards the driver’s seat.

When he got inside the car, you were almost completely dozed off in sleep, trying your hardest to stay awake. He chuckled and turned the air conditioning on so you could rest more comfortably.

“Sleep, y/n/n. I’ll call you when we get home.” He said, the smile never leaving his lips.

Franz Zhang

He’s dead worried that you haven’t gotten home yet. Of course he didn’t knew where you were, cause you didn’t tell him.

Come on, you knew that, if you did tell him, he’d try to stop you.

So why bother?

You were having fun. A really, really good time. That was until your best friend came by with a weird cocktail, which was nothing more than a mix of different types of alcohol and syrup. Really fun.

And that’s when you got drunk and wobbly and you just had to call Frank. Common drunk mistake, isn’t it?

He picked up on the third ring.

“Y/n? My god, are you okay?” He asked, his voice laced with concern. He was so worried about you, cause you weren’t home and you didn’t pick up the phone and just called him out of the blue.

“Frankie!” You said and he could hear the smile in your voice. His concern only grew once he realized you were drunk.

“Y/n, where are you? I’m going to pick you up.” He said, already getting up with the car and house keys in his hand.

“I’m at Louis’ house! We’re having a birthday party!” You said, giggling and smiling brightly at absolutely nothing.

“Fine, i’ll… i’ll be there in ten. Just… don’t do anything stupid, and wait for me, outside the house. Don’t drink anything else and please, for the heavens sake, don’t do drugs.” He pleaded.

“I’m not- Frankie! I’m not on drugs. Please.” You said in a fake annoyed tone and giggled again. He rolled his eyes and sighed, driving towards where you were.

When he got there, he immediately saw you on the backyard, playing probably Pokémon Go and yelling when you finally found a pokémon. He smiled at the sight, and then remembered why he was there.

He walked towards you. When you finally saw him, you smiled widely and jumped in his direction, trying to hug his neck. Which wasn’t easy, as he was a little taller than you.

“Hey.” He said as he leaned down so you could hug him properly.

“Heyyy!!! I missed you!” You said, voice muffled by his shoulder. “Can you take me home? Please? I’m tired.” You said smiling cheekily.

“No.” He said, simply. “I’m taking you to my house today, kay? There’s some of your stuff there, and i can borrow you a shirt so you can sleep. But i’m not leaving you alone in this state.”

“Yay! Sleepover!” You cheered excitedly.

He couldn’t deny that the drunk version of you was very cute.

a/n pt2: did you see what i did there? i cut almost all of them in the middle. two reasons: one, for this not be too big and second i have inspiration to write more. lmk if u want a part 2 of those!!

[kamotecue]

Yeah with Alessia Russo x Reader, thank you so much I will wait no problem!!

It ended in a draw but Portugal almost scored what would meant history for the country and the USA wouldn't pass the group stage.

-🤞

her solace - alessia russo x reader

you pulled on your jersey, the match against the usa would start soon. it was the most nerve-wrecking round, as it would decide who would enter the round of 16. dolores, the team’s captain handed you the armband as you looked at her confused.

“you’ll wear it.” she said, as you gave her a short nod, accepting the armband before wearing it around your left bicep.

it seems like you’re captain for today. as it was time to leave the locker room, you took your place behind ines, the team’s number one goalkeeper. you looked beside you to see lindsey horan, the captain for the other team. she noticed your stare as she gave you a small smile. you gently grabbed the hand of your mascot, as both teams started walking out of the tunnel.

the anthems were sung with pride, as the excited part was near. you zipped down the trainer jacket, as you handed it to the kit man joining your teammates for the starting XI picture.

in the 16th minute, nazareth breaks down the middle of the pitch and plays a smart throughball to silva, who rushes behind the usa’s defense and towards the box. as she’s one-one-one with alyssa naeher, usa’s number one goal keeper, however the effort drags wide.

the first half has ended, with both teams not scoring a goal. you had this frustrated look in your eyes as you entered the tunnel, there were claps from the portuguese fans. you hoped for things to change, and it did, the odds were in your favor.

in the 79th minute, borges goes down in the us penalty box, after a pressuring tackle from julie ertz. there were calls for a penalty, and the penalty was rewarded.

you were tasked to take it, so you eyed the keeper and her movements. as the whistle blew, you did a short run up before kicking it, drilling it to the bottom left corner, but it was saved by the goal keeper as she dived.

it wasn’t out yet, you ran forward but it was cleared by emily fox, earning portugal a throw-in. even in the additional time, no one has been able to score. the whistle blew and it was over for you guys.

you fell to your knees, overwhelmed with emotion as dolores patted your back in a comforting way. you felt your tears fall, as you covered your face hiding it behind your arms.

“if only i didn’t miss the penalty.” you said

“we all make mistakes, little one. however we learn from it.” borges said, as she overheard your words. you spent the rest of the time greeting fans, and did a walk around the pitch before you headed back to the locker room.

there were comforting hugs by your teammates, as you headed to the shower room. when you were done, you walked out in a pair of shorts, followed by a white nike sport bra.

you wore your headphones, blocking out the noise as you closed your eyes. the trip to the hotel was short, as you were woken up by dolores who monitored you. she knew that you blamed yourself for the loss, it was a habit you had.

you quickly slumped on the hotel bed in disbelief, as your phone rang loudly, it was less.

“love?” alessia’s voice rang throughout the room, as you had put it on speaker. you didn’t have a roommate which you were thankful for, you didn’t want them to see the breakdown.

“i could’ve done better-“ tears fell, as you heard alessia’s voice.

“you were already a good player, love. you’ve done your best, you wore the jersey with pride as you already made history. don’t blame yourself, when you done all you could do.” you sniffled, as you looked at the camera to see alessia’s blue eyes, the one you have fallen in love with.

“there’s my pretty girl, you’ll bounce back alright. we’ve just started our careers, you’ll play in more world cups.” alessia continued, as you nodded.

“thank you, my stargirl.” as you gave her a soft smile, to which she returned.

“i’ll always be here.” alessia said, you both had spent the night talking about random talks, childhood experience, and it lasted until the morning. you both were asleep, and your phone had died.

[madhatterbri]

Friends | F.B.

Summary: Hi Bri, Can i request a Finn Balor x reader fic?, Finn betrayed his best friend (reader) when he joined the judgement day. Now with tensions rising within the group, he finds himself longing for the woman who he once considered his best friend.

Requested by anon.

Taglist: @theworldofotps @mrsarcherofinfamy @plentyoffandoms

Y/N waited along with everyone else on who the newest member of Judgment Day would be. The long pause added to the anticipation. Her stomach dropped when a familiar song sounded through the arena. There was no way he was going to join them. He promised he wouldn't.

Sure enough, Finn walked down to the ring. A smug smile on his face. He walked to Edge in the middle of the ring and shook his hand. The mood in the group was jovial. Y/N ignored their words to each other. She felt her heart break in her chest. How could he do this?

A shift changed in the ring. They suddenly attacked their now former leader, Edge. For three long minutes, they ganged up on the veteran wrestler. Damian Priest gave the last blow with a con chair to Edge's head.

The moment Finn came backstage, Y/N had to give him a piece of her mind. She didn't understand what could possibly be happening to her best friend. They did so much together. She didn't even recognize him anymore.

"You attacked a veteran wrestler! Are you insane?" Y/N demanded and shoved his shoulder. Finn opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted.

"Is there a bloody problem, Y/N?"

"No, I'm just-"

"I do believe there is a problem here, Rhea. Y/N wants to get in Judgment Day business. Why don't you teach her what happens when people stick their nose where it doesn't belong,"

Six months. Rhea's attack on Y/N cost her six months of her career. Her own best friend orchestrated the attack. Finn never reached out to her. Not that she expected him to. So, that is how their life went when she came back. It was as if their friendship had never happened.

Finn watched as Damian Priest had another public meltdown. His eyes glazed over as the man ranted and raved. His mind far away from the arena in some small town, USA, they were currently in. He found himself thinking about Y/N again.

Times were simpler when it was the two of them. They would travel together when it was by car. Sporadic fights over whose turn it was to drive or DJ consumed their time in the car. He hated to admit it, but she always picked the best snacks.

They found themselves hanging out at the hotels, too, after shows. They would close down the bar together. On game days, they would wear matching jerseys and root for their favorite team. He wasn't sure why he threw that all the way for this.

Finn stopped when he saw Y/N walking down the hallway in the arena. She wore a sports bra and leggings. Ever since she came back, she appeared leaner and stronger than ever. His light eyes stopped at her right shoulder. A long scar ran from her lower neck to her shoulder. A souvenir for her of his betrayal.

"Are you even listening to me?" Damian demanded and grabbed Finn's chin. The shorter man sighed to control his anger.

"We will get it done, Damian. I promise,"

[pennyluna]

Misunderstandings Part 1

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader (18+) Wordcount: around 1.5k

Genre: New to working together au. Cold playboy au. Future something au.

WARNING: This story contains some bad words/strong language! Contains also spicy scenes, so please be aware before reading it.

It has been a week since my team started working with Yoongi, the week had been filled with meetings about coordination between the teams, some of the meetings were one on one basically so I could get a sense of what he expected from me during this 5 weeks, it was fairly easy to agree on the way we could handle things, starting from the fact that I would have to be available 24/7 just in case I was needed! I had been going home around 8pm every day and always kept my phone on me with the ringer.

Yoongi was going to be in the studio all day tomorrow, which meant I didn't have to go into the office so I decided to relax tonight, took a long shower, moisturized and did my relaxing ritual, put on a grey tank top, no bra and some shorts, wrapped my long wavy dark hair in a towel and walked to the kitchen.

I make sure the bottle of Sauvignon blank that I bought on my way home was cold and put out two wine glasses, one for me and one for my girl best friend Josie, she is on her way over so we can gossip and watch reality shows. Josie has been my best friend since middle school, fun fact her fiancé is also my best friend. Even bigger fun fact, I had been on a date with Zion when we were in college but we quickly agreed that a friendship was the thing for us, I introduced them during one of Josie's visits on campus and now 4 years later they are just a few months away from getting married.

I hear her emergency key to my apartment in the lock and start preparing the popcorn.

"Zion is driving me crazy!!" she says with an exasperated tone while closing the front door.

I laugh at her facial expression, she is going for annoyed but it looks cute on her.

"Hello to you too... what did he do now?"

"He keeps changing our funny dance for the wedding!"

"you mean your first dance?" I say with a confused face while pouring the wine and handing her a glass.

she takes a big sip "Nono, 'Cant help falling in love' is still our song but he saw online that people like doing some funny dance trend after and You know I'm not good at dancing."

Josie comes from a rich conservative family, she is very classy and polished, never late and never a hair out of place, so I was surprised when she told me she was in love with Zion, his style very much the opposite of her but both with a heart of gold.

I laugh at the thought of Josie dancing some TikTok challenge.

"Oh josie...you are a great dancer, just not with the new stuff!" i try to comfort her and we walk to the couch.

We are under the fluffy blankets watching our third episode of love island UK season 10, we had finished the USA one a couple of weeks ago. Suddenly my phone starts ringing, the word OFFICE written in the screen, I look at the time "11:34 pm". Josie and I look at each other with confusion in our faces, she pauses the show and I shake my head trying to shake the 2 glasses of wine off my system and then proceed to answer the call.

"Hello (Y/N), this is the security from the building, sorry for calling you so late, Mr. Min is here at the office trying to access the studio but he had left his keys inside and the other copy isㅡ"

"is in my bag!" I say simultaneously facepalming my face. "I will be there in 15 minutes" luckily I don't live far away from it.

Hanging up I rush to the room, put a pair of skinny jeans on, my classic vans and put my hair on a messy ponytail. The taxi Josie had called for me was here already so I rushed out of the door telling her I would be back soon.

7 minutes later I was in front of my building, greeted the security and proceeded to the 19th floor, were the studio is. Yoongi is waiting right in front of the elevator doors when they open and I get surprised to see him in his very relaxed outfit. Hair covering his gorgeous forehead, his phone in one hand and the other one in his pocket, his eyes rise up to meet mine and I smile at him. We start walking to the elevator, he is behind me and I don't know if its his presence or the wine but I feel my cheeks heating up and warmth running through me. I open the door for him and try to hand the keys to him.

"do you want to come in for a while?" he asks with a blank expression.

"mmm sure." dammit, I am supposed to be just dropping the keys off.

I walk past him and he closes the door behind us. Its a normal studio, with little touches of him, a couple of basketball gadgets and some posters, a couch with some pretty purple cushions and a blanket, he had made it his own.

"would you like some more wine?" his question takes my attention out of looking around his studio.

"mmm sure. thank you. Waitㅡ 'more'?" my face expressing my confusion.

He has a small smile on his face while pouring me a glass "yeah, more! I noticed you have a slight scent of wine on you, so you must have been drinking some before coming here".

aww, he was smelling meㅡ Stop. waitㅡ oh my god did that mean I smell of alcohol?. oh God, that's not very professional.

"hey, its not a problem you know. I like wine, so you know... you smell good" his words snapping me out of my small mental freak out. "plus, you weren't even supposed to be coming here so don't worry about it." he hands me the glass of wine.

We've been seated on his couch and talking casually about the things we like and our passions for a couple of hours now, I feel really comfortable around him and he seems comfortable around me! He said something funny and I pushed his leg in a jokingly manner but when I tried to retrieve my hand he grabbed it pulling me closer to him, we stopped laughing suddenly and stared into each others eyes, he bit his bottom lip and shacked his head no subtly, like if he was shaking away a thought. His eyes started roaming my frame and My heartbeat accelerated once I noticed where his gaze had stopped.

My nipples were hard and he could see their outline through my tank top. Shit!!! I didn't put on bra. I should say goodnight and walk away but why aren't my legs moving?! I feel warmth spreading through my thighs.

"It's late!" He suddenly gets up and it startles me. "Maybe you should go home!"

"huh? maybe you should go home!" I say with defiance, -why cant i just shut up-.

"(Y/N)!" -my name sounds so good in his voice- "You are drunk and I'm afraid you will regret any decision we take after this point!"

He is making sense, he has a point, plus we are working together, we need to maintain a professional relationship so I get up and start walking past him and towards the door, I say goodbye and walk to the elevator. Pressing the button to call the elevator I realize that my keycard to leave the building is in my bag with my phone and my house keys -damm it- I walk back to the studio where Yoongi hadn't closed the door yet for some reason and when his eyes reached mine, I swear there was a little hope in them. I walked past him again and grabbed my bag then turned around to wave goodbye.

He stayed still for a while, like contemplating what to do, he raised his hand to wave back but he seemed hesitant. I started to walk to the door when suddenly he grabbed my wrist. I stopped breathing for a second and my heart started beating faster.

"Maybe you should stay!" he says softly. while pulling me towards him until my chest is flat against his. I can feel his breath on my face. A hint of whiskey on it.

"Maybe you should stay too!"

He smiles at my statement and that seemed to be all the permission he needed because his hand started to travel from my waist to my breast while the other one held my chin up while he watched me and the kisses me.

It was gentle at first and then became passionate, one of those kisses that take your breath away and make you dizzy. He kissed like I belonged to him, like no one had kissed me before and I was loving it.

His hand move to the front of my jeans and start undoing the buttons, his mouth now trailing my neck. my jeans come off and we move around, he leans my ass against his desk and starts trailing wet kisses from my neck down. He sucks my nipples through the tank top and starts rubbing my core.

"so wet for me already huh?" I moan and put my hands on the desk to balance myself a bit. His mouth trails down my body until I can feel his warm breath on top of my core, his fingers slowly move my panties to the side and the he assaults my clit with his mouth. -so much talent in that mouth-.

Yoongi's tongue is all over my clit and I feel my orgasm building. I cant control my moans and thank god this place is soundproof. He starts alternating between tongue fucking me and playing with my clit and I am almost at my high. The minute his hand grabs my hips to keep me still I cant control myself any longer and come. "Good girl! You taste amazing". he smirks.

"My turn!!" I smile at him and fall to my knees, looking up at him and holding the eye contact I start lowering his sweatpants. I was surprised to notice he wasn't wearing any underwear and his erection almost smacked my face when it came out of his pants!

I start holding his dick and licking the tip of it, he exhales a shaky breath and I slowly introduce his erection in my mouth. Starting to suck in and out of my mouth at first slowly and then increasing my pace, I cup his balls in my hand and then continue to suck him off at a fast pace! he is moaning and throwing his head back and I can feel it wont take him long before reaching his orgasm! I slow down my pace to tease him a little and we make eye contact again, he seems hungry for me, he wants me.

"Get up!" after taking the rest of his clothes off, he helps me get up and he takes my tank top and underwear then stares at my body for a second, I can see hunger in those eyes, hunger for me. I can see he cant decide on what to play with first. "Bend over my desk!" he commands -I guess he decided where to start- my boobs are now pressed flat against his desk, it is cold and I feel my nipples hardening.

His hands start caressing my ass and touching my clit "You are a sight. I've been wanting to bend you over my desk ever since the first day when you gave us that building tour" he says and I instantly moaned out of neediness, I need him inside of me now!.

"YOONGIㅡ"

"My god I love how you say my name... keep saying it princess!" -fuuck I want to come again so bad- he continues touching me and then I fill his hand get to the back of my neck pinning me to the desk and his other hand rubbing his dick around my folds.

"Yoongi, I needㅡ" he shut me up with his dick entering me hard, I moaned loudly and he waited a second to let me adjust then started pumping into me hard and at a fast pace. I became a moaning mess and my orgasm started building again, he used his free had to spank my ass and I moaned again, my eyes got teary but I was enjoying this. I was enjoying being fucked senseless. I enjoyed the pain mixed with pleasure that he was giving me. I needed it. After all, it had been almost two years since the last time I had sex.

I notice his pace getting faster and faster "Come for me princess! I want you to come!" he says with a commanding voice. Our orgasms hit us couple of seconds later, his seed all over my lower back!

We are both panting. He takes a second to clean me up, then opens a drawer grabbing a t-shirt from it and giving it to me. We sit on the couch to rest for a bit he kisses my forehead and suddenly the exhaustion and the wine get to me and I fall asleep in his arms!

I wake up the day after with a strong headache, I feel around for my phone that should be on my bedside table but then open my eyes to realize I'm still on the couch in the studio. Yoongi isn't in the couch anymore so I look around and see him working at his desk on the computer. I breathe a sight of relief. I reach for my jeans put them on and then walk towards him.

"Your bag and keys are by the piano" eyes fixed to the screen and monotone voice.

"Thanks!" I say hesitant about what to do next. "Would youㅡ" he cuts me off.

"I will see you at the meeting this afternoon." This time his voice sounds annoyed and dismissive. A bad feeling downs on me.

I grab my things and once I'm at the door I look back, expecting him to at least look at me before I go but nothing. -He regrets it-  that thought hurt, more than my headache!

While waiting for my taxi I realized that its 6am, that I had left Josie at home waiting for me and that I had royally fucked up by sleeping with the VIP, that he seemed to regret it to the point of not being able to look at me and that the meeting where I will have to see him in a few hours will be hard.

A.N: This is part 1 of this story, Hope you can enjoy it. Please if you want, read the prologue of this story too. I am not clear on how many parts it will have but hopefully many more, I have already mapped out how the story will continue but publishing it depends on the readers request.

A.N 2: any feedback would be appreciated! Likes and conditions are appreciated too! Please do not copy my work and give credit if reshared!

[wosowrites]

Chaos Incoming (Kristie Mewis x Reader)

warnings: none

a/n: based off this request:

prompt: in which sam kerr introduces you to her friend kristie, and you two start dating

Sam and Kristie had known each other forever. They were great friends, and although having once tried a romantic relationship, it hadn’t worked as they thought of each other more as friends. Kristie would often travel to London when she could to see Sam, and today was one of those days.

The australian had gotten the blonde american tickets to the Arsenal v Chelsea London derby. In all honesty, Kristie was very excited. Not only to see Sam, but also because she may or may not have had her eye on a certain English woman. The Arsenal captain.

"You like y/n y/l/n?" Sam groaned, leaning over the barrier of Kingsmeadow. Chelsea was warming up on the left side, and Arsenal on the right. "Not like! I just think she’s pretty. And she’s also really good." Kristie said, her eyes drifting to you. You were talking with Leah, your hands on your hips and watching her, nodding. "Pretty sure she has a thing with Williamson anyways." Kristie signed. "Williamson? Hell no. Leah and Jordan Nobbs have a thing. If you want I can ask her to come see you at the end of the game. If she doesn’t piss me off too bad." Sam said. "Ha ha. Very funny. And do not do that. It’s embarrassing!" Kristie said. "Get back to your team. Good luck." Kristie said, hugging the australian gently.

The game was hot headed, Katie Mccabe got a yellow and so did you. Somehow, Jessie Fleming got booked too which causes giggles across the stadium, the poor girl looked mortified and apologized to Leah for her foul profusely.

Min the end, it was an annoying score of 3-3. Both teams were pissed by the score, but happy not to have lost.

You went around, thanking the arsenal fans that were there, and as you walked, you saw a blonde girl in the stands. She looked very familiar.

"Hey, you’re Kristie Mewis, right?" You said, going up to the girl.

She looked a little surprised, and for a second you thought you had gotten it wrong. "Yeah! It’s nice to meet you." Kristie said, shaking your hand. "You too. You know Kerr right, saw you guys talking before the game." You told her. "Yeah, we’re good friends. Surprised you noticed." Kristie said, smiling. "Your hard not too notice, Mewis. I mean you’re wearing a USA jersey to a WSL game in england." You laughed. "Urgh I was hoping no one would notice that. It was the only blue jersey I had with me." She laughed. "Ahhh, Chelsea fan," you jokingly pouted. "Nuh uh, Sam Kerr fan," she answered.

"Well let me help you not stick out." You said.

You pulled your jersey over your head and tossed it to her. "I think red looks better on you anyways." You winked.

She looked a little shocked, but you just smiled and jogged off, waving at a few fans and then going into the tunnel. "Kerr!" you called, making the australian woman turn around. "Yeah? Good game." she said, shaking your hand. "You too. Good goal sadly," you joked. "Back at you. Anyways, what’s up?" she asked you.

"I don’t even know why i’m asking this but… Mewis… would you give me your… i don’t know- blessing? Or is that like out of the question?" you asked, smiling cheekily. Sam looked like she thought about it, but eventually nodded. "You better be nice to her or I swear the next time we play each other…" Sam threatened. "Yeah yeah, broken ankles, studs up tackles, jersey grabbing. Thanks, Kerr. Later."

You walked off, tapping her on the back and heading to your locker room.

"Y/n! Where is your shirt?" Katie groaned. You were in your nike sports bra and captains armband, it looked a little stupid. "Gave it away." you shrugged. "I swear half of the time you don’t have a shirt on." Manu said to you. "Don’t act like I don’t look good," you teasingly winked.

In the team bus, you pulled out your phone and went to Kristies instagram. You followed the account and then pressed message.

Hey! Hope you like the jersey, how long you in London for? I know a good place…

You sent the message and then heard laughter around the bus. "Jesus!" you yelled, turning around to see almost all the girls looking over your shoulder. "Cap’s sliding into Mewis’ dm’s. Who knew she could flirt other than for laughs?" Rafa said. "I hate you all," you groaned. "She’ll say no anyways," you added, slouching down in your seat. "Not after she’s seen your abs!" Leah said, poking your stomach and making you jump. "WILLIAMSON!"

You received Kristie’s answer only twenty minutes later.

Leaving tonight :(

Let me drive you to the airport. Please?

Really? Okay. I’ll send you Sam’s adresse.

The game had been at 12:00 and it was now 5:00. Your hair was washed, you smelt good, you looked put together but casual, and you had put on a little makeup. You were set to meet Kristie at 5:30 and Sam’s apparement was a while away from yours. You drove down there, arriving exactly on time.

Sam was waiting outside with Kristie and her bags. You got out of the car and waited to the side as they said goodbye to each other. You then smiled at Kristie and gave her a quick hug. "Let me help you with your bags" you said, grabbing her suitcase and putting it in the trunk of your car. She sat in the seat beside yours as you started the engine again. "Why are you doing this?" Kristie asked, looking at you. "You left an impression on me, Mewis."

You arrived at the airport soon after, and you decided to go in with her until she got to security. You guys talked, played ten questions, and a bunch of other games to get to know each other.

Your heart dropped once you arrived to security. You had both had a silent agreement to walk really slowly, and knowing you would have to say goodbye to each other sucked. "I wish you could stay longer. You should come to the WSL." you told Kristie who looked at you with soft eyes and laughed. "I can’t move away from home for someone I barely know." she said softly, giving you a reality check. "You’re right. But call me, and text me. And don’t go back to the US and forget about me." You told her, hugging her and holding on. "How could I forget you? I have your smelly jersey in my carry on."

Two months later

Nor a day went by where you hadn’t called Kristie. You were happier. You were already very happy before you met Kristie, but lately it was like you were glowing. Your arsenal teammates didn’t know about your relationship with Kristie. Except Katie who had walked in on a call with her and didn’t stop asking questions. You told her and made her swear to stay silent, which of course meant that Ruesha knew too. But that was it. Katie was constantly saying; "she gives you that glow and you haven’t even had sex yet. Wait till you have sex and you’ll be shining like a fucking diamond."

"Hey my love." Kristie said as you joined the facetime on your computer. "Hi baby. I miss you. It feels so stupid that I’m this in love with you and I haven’t even gotten to kiss you yet." You pouted at the camera, making her laugh. "Tell me about it. I think about that all the time." Kristie said with a soft smile. "How are you feeling… about the international fixtures for next month?" you asked your girlfriend. The lionesses were set to travel to the US for a game against the home country, before going to Brazil for a friendly against them. "Like we’re going to beat your asses." The american joked. "Oh sure." you teasingly rolled your eyes. "But… I also feel like I want to tell our teammates. I don’t like hiding you from them. I’m too proud of you to do that any longer." she said, making you blush furiously. "I agree. We tell them after the game." you said, and Kristie nodded.

Every Friday, you would cook the same meal together, and watch a movie on a netflix party. It was your favorite thing to do and every week, you had to come up with excuses on why your Friday’s were so full.

Today was that day. You made pizza and then watched Lord of the Rings together. Kristie fell asleep on face time and you took a couple adorable pictures, wanting nothing more than to show them off to the world.

One month later, New Jersey.

You sat in the locker room with the lionesses, and the knowledge that Kristie was only a few steps away made you want to scream. Sarina was giving a quick talk but you couldn’t focus. You pulled out your phone discretely and clicked on Kristies contact.

Meet me in front of the 3A janitors closet. Saw it while walking in.

You saw that Kristie read the message and as Sarina stopped talking, you stood up. "I’m gonna go in the halls quickly, need a breather." you told the girls, slipping on your One Love captains armband. "Okay. No longer than ten minutes please." Sarina said.

You nodded and slipped out of the room. You had never ran quicker in your life, which was saying a lot considering what your job was. You turned three corners, and then you saw her. Blonde bun at the top of her head, red USA kit on. She caught your eyes and smiled widely. She started running towards you and jumped in your arms. You held her so tightly, wanting her impossibly closer to you. You held her thighs so that her legs stayed around your waist. She pulled away and you leaned in to kiss her.

Your first kiss with her.

You never wanted it to stop.

It didn’t stop for a long time, your lips moulding together and your tongues fighting for dominance. Air should have become a problem much quicker than it did. You were both running on adrenaline, and when holding her became hard, you just walked her backwards against a wall and kept kissing her. Eventually you had to pull away and put her down, coming to your senses and knowing anyone could walk in the hallway at any time.

"I don’t think anything’s ever felt so good." so said to her, making a smile appear on her face. "I don’t even know what to say. I’ve been thinking about kissing you for months and now i’m just… lost." Kristie said.

You tucked a strand of her bun behind her ear and smiled at her. You pressed a kiss to her forehead and then looked back into her eyes. "Now I have to go beat your ass." you groaned. "Not a chance."

The lionesses indeed beat the USA’s ass, the national team not being in their best shape. You won 3-1, you conceded by a goal from Trinity Rodman, who actually opened the scoring of the game, but the english quickly retaliated. Ella scored in the 43 minute, Alex Greenwood in the 60th, and you sunk a penalty in the back of the net in the 77th.

You didn’t celebrate too hard, but you didn’t hold back completely either. It was the americans after all.

At the end of the game, you shook hands with the home team, and to your suprise, young Mallory Swanson asked for your shirt. You gave it to her, and asked for hers, taking a picture for the media.

All you wanted was Kristie though. You found her quickly and walked over to her, hugging her tightly. You knew the interaction looked suspicious, but you both didn’t care.

"You played great, baby." You said to her. "Excuse me!? Baby?!" a voice said.

You froze and turned around slowly, seeing Alex Morgan standing behind you. If there was one player in all of women’s football you were scared of, it was Alex.

You felt small suddenly, and Kristie stepped in front of you. "We’ll talk in the locker room. Go inside." Kristie said sternly.

Alex looked you up and down but nodded and walk into the stadiums tunnels. "You talk to your team, i’ll talk to mine." Kristie said.

You nodded and followed her inside, separating at the locker rooms with a quick kiss.

Sarina gave the group a quick talk, she was proud of the performance, and then let you guys changed. As the girls took off their kits, you stood up in the middle of the room. You cleared your throat, earning the attention of most girls. "Um. Hi." you said awkwardly.

"Hey cap…" Lucy said, a little confused. "Right. I need to tell you guys something. And none of you guys are aloud to go all protective and run over to the USA changing room." you said. "Did one of them hurt you?" Mary asked, standing up. "What? No! Why do you guys always assume someone’s hurt me?" You asked, confused. Mary shrugged and sat back down. "What I want to say… is that i’m saying Kristie Mewis."

The room was silent for a solid twenty seconds until Jordan starred giggling. "You’re joking? Right." she laughed. "Why would I be joking?" you said, slightly offended. "Well… you-" Ella tried to talk but you cut her off.

"I didn’t tell you guys to get mad fun of! Sure our relationship is untraditional but I love her and-"

You didn’t get to finish your sentence as the door of the changing room came flying open, revealing Morgan, Rapinoe and Alyssa Naeher.

"Get out! Guys!" you heard a voice shriek. It was Kristies. You soon enough saw two hands pulling the jerseys of Alex and Megan backwards, pulling them out of the room. Then you saw Kristie walk in and push her goalkeeper out. "I am so sorry, they freaked out and just came running here." Kristie said, looking at you apologetically. "It’s okay, don’t worry. Just- guys i’ll be right back."

The last part of your sentence was addressing the english girls. You walked out of the room and into the hallway where the USA girls seemed to be fuming. "Hey… what can I do for you guys?" you asked, not knowing what to do. Kristie stood at your side defensively.

"Hurt her and we will all fly to London and beat the crap out of you." Rapinoe said.

You had to try not to giggle, you laughed in awkward situations. "Great. That’s great." you said instead.

Alex looked you up and down and then walked away, the two others following their captain.

Once they were out of sight, you turned to Kristie. "Jesus. My teammates are tamer than yours babe." you joked, pulling her into a tight hug. "Tell me about it. What did your teammates say?" Kristie asked into your neck.

"Um… I’m pretty sure they haven’t had time to process." you answered her, pulling away.

"Wanna come in?" you said, smiling at her. "Not really," she laughed. You grabbed onto her hand and pushed the door open where the girls where whispering dramatically. Once they saw the both of you, hand in hand, they stopped. "So how good is she in bed?" Georgia asked, breaking the silence.

"GEORGIA!"

[sportwnt]

hii! like or reblog if you save/use

[zu-art]

just today i got two different brarg fanarts of mine mistagged as usa x bra AND drarry. can people please check the original tags on art before tagging wild things..... please.....

[rawiswhore]

Steven Regal x Fem Reader- "Cover Them Up Slut!"

I hope you people reading this fanfiction won't find it degrading to women, so viewer discretion is advised.

I will also edit this fanfic in the future.

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A lot of vintage British comedy---especially from the 1960's and 1970's---sexually objectified and often even degraded and humiliated women by having their clothes fall off or ripped off.

"The Benny Hill Show" is a perfect example of this, but there were also those "Carry On" movies from those decades.

Unlike Benny Hill, "Carry On" movies are something mostly only British people know.

Speaking of British people, when you think of British professional wrestlers, who do you think of?

Davey Boy Smith/The British Bulldog and William Regal immediately come to mind.

Unlike British professional wrestler Big Daddy/Shirley Crabtree, Davey Boy Smith and William Regal were both famous in England and in the USA.

Not only does William Regal love professional wrestling, he also loves British comedy---especially the British comedy he grew up watching.

He's paid homage and tribute to British comedy in the WWE by dressing up in drag.

During a time when there were almost no British pro wrestlers in what was known as the World Wrestling Federation, William joined the company at the end of 1998, where he went by the name "Steven Regal".

On a "Shotgun Saturday Night" episode that aired in November of 1998, Steven had a match against X Pac, and you were X Pac's valet.

During this match, you were dressed in a short sleeved midriff bearing crop top with these matching skintight short shorts.

Your top was lightly colored so your nipples could show through it, although was it necessary for you to wear a lightly colored top considering what the climax and highlight of this match will arguably be?

You didn't wear a bra underneath your top on purpose, and your nipples were slightly poking out of the fabric of your top during parts of this match.

Before this match, you rubbed ice cubes on your nipples so they'd protrude through the fabric of your top.

Luckily after having your nipples rubbed by ice cubes, the wetness from those ice cubes rubbed on your areolas wasn't soaking through the fabric of your top, much to the dismay of the horny male fans eager to see a wet T-shirt contest.

In parts of this match, you were bouncing up and down on purpose not just to cheer for X Pac, but also so your breasts would be bouncing up and down under your top.

However, that wasn't the point of this match.

Sometimes you clapped your hands and beat your hands on the ring the cheer for X Pac.

But the big standout and climax of this match was during a moment where you were next to the ring standing in a spot where Steven Regal was.

You weren't in the ring, but nearby it.

During one part, your hands and arms were above your heads where you were clapping your hands, cheering for X Pac and even jumping and bouncing up and down.

While your arms and hands were above your head just to clap, your shirt rode and raised upwards more and more until your bare breasts were exposed.

The camera caught and filmed your shirt raising and elevating up your body that caused your bare naked tits to be exposed on television, where the camera caught and filmed your tits out.

The camera was standing in front of you and filming you when your shirt raised up.

Soon some fans in the audience saw your barenaked breasts released, and the titantron was even playing you with your barenaked breasts exposed out.

Fans---both male and female---got out of their seats and cheered when they saw your chest.

When the fans in the front row saw and noticed your bare breasts out, the cheers and roars began spreading, where many of them were pointing to your chest with their index fingers.

These fans' eyes grew wide and their eyebrows raised, many of their mouths were agape.

Steven heard the roars and cheers from the audience, and he turned to see what the hoopla was all about, only for him to see your barenaked breasts out and your face completely embarrassed.

When you found out your barenaked breasts were out, you pretended to be completely embarrassed, your eyebrows raised and your eyes growing wide while your face looked shocked and horrified.

You quickly moved your hands and arms down and your hands grabbed your top to pull it down until both of your breasts were covered.

Male fans were unhappy once you covered your tits back up.

This moment was completely rehearsed and it was intentional for your chest to be exposed like that.

You could've walked up the stairs and stood by where Steven is, attempting to slap him and your shirt raises up and exposes your barenaked breasts.

You could've also cheered for X Pac while you stood in the ring but outside of the ropes, where your arms and hands were above your head to clap for him which would cause your shirt to elevate up and expose your barenaked breasts.

Another moment could've involved your barenaked breasts exposed and you didn't know about it.

This moment of you being embarrassed due to your bare breasts exposed due to raising your hands and arms up to cheer (which caused your shirt to raise and ride up) was influenced by moments on "The Benny Hill Show" and "Carry On" movies, where women were embarrassed from their clothes ripped off and their breasts exposed.

Deep down inside, you weren't really embarrassed.

You wish you could've flashed and exposed your bare breasts at some other sexy male wrestler, like Christian Cage, Jeff Hardy, Rob Van Dam, Chris Jericho, etc.

But Steven Regal was British, and this moment made sense since it's like moments from "The Benny Hill Show" and "Carry On" movies.

[lisalovesposh]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: NWT Koral Sweeper Black & Gray Lead Camo Sports Bra.

[mint-moon25]

Be Fashionable - During Hurricane - Helene

Paris - France - Watching Asia - Typhoons

TV Ad - Blond - Beauty - Her Skirt - Ripped

900 Billion - Euros x 25 - per Hour - Tax pd

Another Blond - Weather - Reporter - both

Live - Paris - Both umbrellas - Blew - away

Main Blond - Her Shirt Ripped - off

Reporter - Her Skirt - ripped - also

Main Blond - Her Bra - Flew - off

Huge - Rain - after - Both in - Funny way

Reporter - Gave her - Free News - Shirt

Then Reporter's - Shirt - Ripped - off

Now both - wearing - TV News shirts

More Rain - Main Beauty - No Bra

Like - Rachael Welch - Body - Hot

Japanese Men Tourists - clapping

Hands - Bowing Down - TV - Ad

Korean Girls - Sample of our Nude TV

New - Pagibig Studios - means - Love

As we leave - USA - forever

Leaving Torture - Torment - Abuse

Leaving - Inhuman Laws - Barbaric

Jesus - is - Lord - Better - Europe

Better Asia - South Pacific Islands

[thierrylidolff]

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