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Capusa literara
Saptamana asta am avut un musafirmai putin obisnuit.Am fost la tara si de acolo, deh, m am captusit.Mi a intrat beleaua pe sub piele si al ei am fost.Asta m a facut sa mi aduc aminte de un fals prieten sau chiar de mai multi,toti literati,care ca si pacostea mica,dupa ce mi au intrat pe sub piele sim au supt,s au cacat acolo si au plecat.Inca ma mai ustura locul,ei inca imi mai vorbesc sangele deâŚ
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Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth
Warnings: noncon sex (oral, m&f, intercourse)
This is dark!Steve and explicit. 18+ only.
Summary: The reader is a fic writer and her number one fan canât get enough.
Note: This is probably the most meta shit Iâve written but for all the fic writers out there, this one if for you. Hope yâall get the good d you deserve but until then, hereâs this!
Please let me know what you think in a reblog/reply! <3 please and thank you.
You let out a sigh of relief and hit âpostâ. It was almost pathetic but it was the best part of your day, or most days. Having something to share with others was nice. The fact that they enjoyed your work and your boredom-induced work made it worth the frustration.Â
It wasnât real writing. You knew that. Fanfiction was a genre to be laughed at. You didnât admit it to anyone but there was a sense of pride to go along with the shame.Â
That part of you was kept online. The darker parts; the lust, the angst, the fear. It all went hand in hand and no one would guess that the bookshop assistant was stevies-doll. It felt almost scandalous to have a virtual alter ego.
You closed your laptop and checked the time. More than enough to get ready for work. Plain blouse, grey pants, mary jane flats. You were the typical bookish girl with dreams that would never come true.Â
The bus was late. Oh well. Youâd still be there in time youâd just have to forego your usual espresso. Afternoons were draining and you often needed the boost to keep from nodding off in the last hour. You really werenât sure why the shop stayed open so late; not many came out after five for books but traffic was relatively steady in the hipster village.
Nina met you with a frown. She preferred you at least ten minutes earlier. Tardiness had seen several other clerks fired and you had been the only to make it more than a year in the shop. Three in fact. This place was like a second home. A garden of ideas to plant the seeds of your mind.
When Nina left, you rearranged the desk. You moved aside her ledger and replaced it with your notebook, two pens to the right of it. In between the chime of the door and the rare customer queries you did most of your writing. When you reached a block youâd read, but today you felt particularly inspired.
The world was saved again. The news reports had shown footage of the daring rescue. As grim as the situation was, you couldnât help but fantasize. The first avenger with his golden hair and sharp jawline was every womanâs Adonis. At least, you thought he was the very picture of perfection.
It wasnât obsession. That was your mantra. You often argued with yourself. As much as you thought of the great Steve Rogers, it was only admiration. It wasnât the possessive infatuation often found on social media. It was a hobby. An escape from the world.Â
You bent over the notebook. The shop was empty. The dulcet tones of indie folk floated along the shelves. You set pen to paper and waited for the ring to draw you away from the world behind your eyes.Â
You leaned on the counter and scribbled the first line in ink. That was always the hardest part. Then again, the beginning was always more exciting than the end.
âThe day the earth went dark, there was but one beacon left to shineâŚâ
-
It was amusing at first. The thought of another person spending so much time writing about him. That someone would fabricate an entire universe in which he was entirely different. Somewhere out there was a woman who wore the pseudonym âstevies-dollâ.
Steve knew he should have been perturbed by the fact. The idea of another so consumed by him that they would post almost every other day about him. He couldnât remember how he stumbled on the small blog. A decent following but nothing close to viral.Â
The first story he read was cute. It even made him feel warm. The second was very much the same. He clicked through to another, this one more serious. Grey and daunting. A few more and he stumbled upon one he found most interesting, the letters NSFW emblazoned across the top. He googled the acronym and clicked back to the tab. Excited almost.
When he finished, he was warm in another way. Hot, almost. The things he read, the idea of him doing them, was almost arousing. Of course, he had never done any of it. Had never been more than the perfect gentlemen. Sweet and doting. That was how love should be. But that wasnât love, no, that story was sex. Pure, unadulterated fucking.
He forced himself away from the computer after that. He needed to sleep. He had intended to browse his email quickly but he often found himself in the oddest rabbit-holes. That was definitely the deepest. He shook his head and chuckled. It was funny.
The next morning he awoke and went about his usual routine. He was out the door by seven. Off to save the world. Or wait around for it to need saving. At Stark Tower, he listened to Tony with his eyes on his phone. It wasnât anything important. Some recounting about how he had scared Pepper with a nano-spider.Â
Steve gave a half-hearted chuckle and Tony went back to his screen. âTough audience,â He muttered to Bruce who merely shook his head.
Steve leaned against a stool and squinted at his phone. He stared at the google search. Why had he typed it in? Somewhere in the tedium of Tonyâs chatter, he had keyed in the name. He hit the first link and his phone loaded slowly.Â
His own face stared back at him. The banner was a press photo he had taken over a year ago. His bright eyes were staunch beneath the mask as he stared off into the distance. She had posted again. His thumb hovered over âread moreâ. Did he dare?Â
He looked up to make sure he was not being observed. The two scientists were too distracted to care about his online activity. He stood straight and cleared his throat. âIâm gonna hit the gym,â He lied. A grumble from both scientists as they squinted at the floating screens. âRight, have fun.â Steve said dryly as he left them to their work.
He stepped out in the hall and pressed his thumb to the screen. He bent his head over the phone as he walked blindly down the halls. Neither Tony or Bruce noticed through the window that he had gone entirely the wrong way. Steve didnât either as his eyes flitted over the screen.
âThe day the earth went dark, there was but one beacon left to shineâŚâ
-
You couldnât believe how much your blog had grown in the last few months. You didnât know if it betrayed your unexciting life or your one-track mind. Both, maybe. But it made your everyday responsibilities a little less tedious.
And the messages were even better than the hit count. Several had messaged to say they loved your work and went so far as to call you an inspiration. It was flattering but it was easy to remember who you were. No Stephen King or JK Rowling. You wrote silly one shots with limited development.Â
Today your inbox had been steady. Every time you found yourself bored at work, you opened the app and you had another message. Most of them short or even just emojis but nice nonetheless. And there was one you were waiting to answer
So long and in depth you had to give it more than just a thanks. You opened it several times and reread it.
âYour story is really interesting. I think the way your portray Steve is believable. In this type of writing you rarely find anything realistic but your writing feels genuine if not entirely accurate. I would say you capture the essence of Steve perfectly and his actions at least make sense.
I always enjoy your updates and even look forward to them...especially the NSFW ones. ;)â
It was one of the few users who didn't use the anonymous feature and also left a complete comment. It was refreshing and you had come to look forward to their commentary. They went by CapUSA. Another Steve fangirl who was surprisingly inactive outside your blog. Her page was almost a clone of your own. They liked every post, reblogged, and commented. What more could a writer ask for?
Original characters maybe and not just fantasies of someone whoâd never know of her existence. You closed your laptop and sighed. It felt like time. You could feel the block at the back of your head. The little thrill you got was wearing off and it felt like a phase better left to fade with your emo days in high school and that month in university when you dyed your hair purple.
You readied for work. Back on days that week. Opening was always easier. It didnât feel so drawn out. Nina would be in at one and youâd keep her company until four. It meant little time for writing. Maybe that was for the better. You needed to start planning. For the future. For something truly your own. A fantasy so detached from reality that it would make market and maybe even a dime.
That was your dream. You didnât want to be the listless fangirl forever. Ugh, how you hated to even call yourself a fangirl. No post today, you resigned. Maybe none tomorrow. Youâd have to work up the courage to announce your hiatus. Life was calling and for once a sliver of genuine inspiration.Â
And the bookstore. It was Shakespeareâs birthday, which conveniently was also his death day. This meant two for one on all of his works. Nina also hired actors to stand outside the shop and re-enact famous scene from the playwrightâs repertoire. They wouldnât arrive till noon but you had a lot of set-up to do. Enough to keep you from thinking of the disappointed messages that would fill your inbox.
-
Steve scrolled through the pale pink blog for the dozenth time that morning. It had been two weeks since stevies-doll posted. The longest two weeks of his life. He wasnât sure when it had become a staple in his life. A ritual almost. Heâd read her latest fic as he laid down and try to clear his head of blood and grime. Lose himself in the person she dreamed he was. The man he had come to envy. Fictional but all too real in his head.
But there was nothing. At first he re-read and read again. But that grew old. He knew almost every story by heart at this point. He could recite the intro line to most and he fell asleep as his imagination reconstructed the things he had never done.Â
Her banner flashed across his sight when he woke, the image of his blue eyes staring beyond him. Heâd come to think of her Steve as an altar ego. The beast buried deep inside of him. He was tired of being the nationâs golden child. Their unwavering moral beacon. He wanted to be him and she had helped him figure out who he truly was.
But she was gone. No green dot above her name in the chat window, her last post dated fourteen days ago, her blog like a time capsule. The ice that had preserved him for seventy years. Where was she?
Then a thought struck him. A devious one. He had been on enough missions to know his way around a computer. He considered himself quite savvy after living nearly a decade ahead of his time. It was simple enough. He tracked down many a drug pin this way and they were often concealed behind walls of encryption. He doubted she had more than a store-bought antivirus, if that.
He climbed out of bed and booted his computer. His leg shook impatiently and he tossed his phone just beneath the corner of the monitor. He rubbed his palms together as the home screen loaded and he clicked on the browser.
Her IP was simple enough to find. Right-click, inspect. When he found it, he felt his heart jump. This was a line. A very clear one. If he did this, there was no going back. He let go of the mouse and leaned his chin in his hands. He stared at her page, split by the window of code, and his jaw ticked.
He hit back and went to the messenger. He clicked on her name and his fingertips ran over the space bar. He didnât know what to say. Heâd send her little asks about her fics but he never messaged her directly. Would she respond?
âHey,â He typed slowly, his fingers sped up with each key, âIâm a fan of your work. I think itâs excellent. I just wanted to check in and see if you were still writing for this blog.â
He hit enter and waited. He focused on the grey dot beside her name. If she saw this, it likely wouldnât be until morning. He checked the time and sighed. It was late. He had an early briefing with Tony and he should try to sleep.Â
He hovered the cursor over the x but the dot turned green and he paused. The little â...â blipped in the bottom of the chat box and the ding of her reply was music to his ears.
âHey, sorry. I know Iâve been quiet lately. Iâve just been so busy with work. Iâm a bit behind at the moment. Thank you though for following me. I always enjoy your comments :)â He read it several times before he could reply. Before he could even think of the words to.
âItâs okay. We all have responsibilities. Take your time.â He wanted to tell her to hurry up but who knew? She might be someone important, like a lawyer or teacher. He could wait. As long as there was hope.Â
âThanks. I appreciate that. Really.â That response was quicker. Curt, almost.
âI donât want to overstep but are you okay?â His cheeks were hot.
âAh, you know, life.â
He scratched his chin as he leaned back in his chair. Slowly he sat forward and typed. It took him three tries to get it right. Concerned but not pushy. âAnything you wanna talk about?â He waited. The three dots appeared then faded. Several times before her answer blipped up.
âI donât wanna trouble you but I appreciate you asking. Nothing I wonât get over.â
âOk, no problem. Just know that if you need it, I could listen. Itâs could to talk about stress.â He laughed at himself. He should take his own advice. He had a horrible habit of letting things pile up until he burst at the seams.
âThanks again. Iâll ttyl. I gotta get some sleep. Have a good one.â
âYou, too,â He replied a bit too quickly. âTalk to you then.â
-
You were ready to post again. It had been almost a month since your last fic and you had been reluctant to return. You couldnât help checking in daily to see your notifications and scroll mindlessly through your own content. And your offline writing had come to a halt. You were stuck and you didnât know how else to cope but fall back on what you knew.
Your new friend had helped too. CapUSA had quickly become a stalwart of your blog. She, or he, you still werenât sure, spoke to you almost everyday. They encouraged you to try one more fic as you mulled over a certain prompt. Why not? It would be like a writing exercise. Maybe it would help you with your original writing. Take some of the pressure off.
And you didnât just talk about writing. You talked about the bookstore and Ninaâs incessant complaints. You talked about the stresses of your lives. Friends, or lack thereof. Cap seemed a popular person and recounted stories of the latest drama. A close knit group of friends who acted more like adversaries. It was amusing and made your forget that your life was rather empty.
You hit post and smiled. That familiar rush rolled over you and you snapped closed your laptop. You were already dressed and ready for work. You crammed in the quick editing session before the bus was due and now youâd have to run for it.
Back on afternoons. It was rainy and you were soaked by the time you got to the shop. The weather always helped traffic and you ducked behind the counter where Nina was tending to the line with Cara, a new addition. The curly-haired blonde reminded you of old Hollywood. Her high cheekbones and rose lips rivaled Monroeâs.
âDo you want me to start early?â You asked as you tucked your bag under the counter between them.
âYou better. Iâm gone in ten and Caraâs only on til three.â Nina muttered. âWe got a new shipment. Boxes are at the end of the aisles. Weâve not had a chance to touch âem.â
âOkay, Iâll get right on it,â You pin your name tag on and stepped back around the counter. She was in one of her moods and all the better that you avoid her until she left. You went to the end of the history aisle and opened the box against the wall.
âYou working?â The vibration drew your attention from re-arranging the non-fiction section. The message floated in a bubble on your lock screen. You smiled. This faceless stranger felt like more. Of course, virtual friendships were often fleeting.
You glanced down the aisle, both Nina and Cara were squinting at the computer as a customer waited patiently for them to figure out their conundrum. You swiped away the lock and typed swiftly with your phone hidden behind your leg.Â
âClosing. Here all night.â
âOh :( you got company at least?â
âFor a couple more hours. But no shortage of work. :/â
âDamn. Should I leave you alone?â
âUp to you. My responses might be sporadic. Boss isnât very pleasant today.â
âCool. I just read your new fic.âÂ
âYeah? Sorry I havenât checked my notifications just yet.â
âNo problem. I left a comment is all.â
âWhat are you up to?â
âTaking a break from driving. I should actually get back to it. Itâs a long trip.â
âWhere are you going?â
âTo see a friend.â
âAh, ok. Well, drive safe.â
âI will ;) See ya later.â
âttyl :)â
-
âNinaâs Nookâ. Steve read the crooked moniker several times over. He couldnât believe he was actually there. That she was inside. He made good time on the road. An eight hour trip in six. Of course, he hadnât exactly abided the speed limit. His impatience had turned to recklessness. So unlike him.
The sky was dim. The summer nights came later and later. Sheâd be done in an hour. The streets were dying down and the door hadnât chimed in almost as long. He felt nervous all of a sudden. He tried to shrug of his anxiety and took a breath.Â
She wouldnât know it was him. Well, she might recognize him but she wouldnât know he was CapUSA. He couldnât wait to see her reaction. Steve Rogers in her bookshop. In this town. It would be a story she would recount for the rest of her life. An encounter she would never forget.Â
Oh, heâd make sure she remembered it.
He crossed the street. A single car passed as he stepped up on the curb. It was much quieter than New York. No honking, no shouts, no hissing sewers. He liked it. It was quaint. He stood before the door and peeked through the glass. There was no one behind the desk. But the sign read open and the lights shone in welcome.
He pushed down the handle and slowly opened the door. The bell announced his entrance and a small voice called from the corner of the shop. âOne moment, please.â He heard the shuffle of books and light footsteps. She emerged from the far shelves and his lips parted at the sight of her.
He had seen her before. Her few photos on Facebook and Instagram. He had found those shortly after he ferreted out her IP. He couldnât see much but her privacy settings allowed him a glimpse into her real life. Her smile was nicer than in her pictures.Â
âSorry, I was--â She stopped short as she saw him. She blinked. He closed his mouth as hers fell open. Her voice was higher when she spoke next. âI was just sorting some stuff out. I--How can I help you?â
âUm, a friend recommended a book to me and I was passing by, I thought maybe by chance⌠you might have it.â He kept his voice even. The same one he used for his press conferences.
âDo you have a title?â She asked. He could see her fingers tremble. The guilt as her eyes rounded. She was thinking of all the things she had wrote about him. He was thinking of those too.
âJeez, you know, Iâve totally forgotten but the author was, uhâŚâ He pretended to think and his eyes drifted down her body. Her flowered blouse was boxy but her pants hugged the curves of her hips and legs. She clasped her hands together and the gesture pushed her chest together between her arms. âMargaret Archer--er, Atwood.â
âHmm, sheâs done a lot. Do you know what itâs about?â She pulled her hands apart and wiped her palms on her dark pants. His eyes followed the movement. He wanted his hands there. Wanted to feel her thighs against him.
âSomething about an apocalypse...um, a character named...Snow--Snow something.â He acted like he coudnât remember. Couldnât recall that it was stevies-doll who had recommended the very book.Â
âOh, Oryx and Crake, I think it is. Itâs an interesting one.â She smiled, proud to have figured out the riddle. âIf you will, it should be with our most popular books.â
She hesitated as she passed him. He followed her as she went to the shelf just beside the counter. She hovered her finger before the titles as she read them. She bent as she got lower. He admired her ass as she did. He tucked his hands in his pocket before he could reach out.
âYeah, I think itâs in sci-fi.â She stood and peeked over her shoulder. âItâs just over here.â She led him down the narrow aisle to the end. âStarts just here so AtwoodâŚâ She scanned the shelf, âHere.â She pulled out the book and held it out to him. âWe have it in hardcover too.â
He took it and felt the raised letters on the cover. âThanks.â He didnât even acknowledge the book in his hand. The aisle was so tight she was trapped between him and the wall. She gave a sheepish smile and he turned to press his back to the shelf. âSorry. Go ahead.â
She nodded and squeezed past him. Her chest brushed against his torso and she pretended not to notice. Once past him, she cleared her throat. âIf you need any help, Iâll be up front.â She turned before he could respond and her watched her go. He never wouldâve guessed the mousy shop assistant would have such a lurid imagination.
-
You were in disbelief. It couldnât be. Steve Rogers in your book shop? No, you were dreaming. Or was it a nightmare? Oh god, why had you written all that stuff? You needed to delete. Now. You could hear him. The floor creaked as he moved slowly down the aisle. You hoped he wouldâve taken the book and gone. The longer he stayed, the worse you felt. Your cheeks were on fire.
Your phone vibrated. You swiped the screen and found a new message from CapUSA. You sighed and rubbed your eyes. You should just pretend you didnât see it. You unlocked the phone and read the message.
âHey, howâs work?â
âItâs fine.â You answered. What could you say? Who would believe that Steve Rogers had walked in your door?
âI just was thinking about your last fic.â
âOh yeah?â You peeked over at the far aisle. The floor no longer whined with his weight.
âYeah, Iâd love to re-enact the last scene.â
âSorry?â You sent the message and it went unanswered. âI donât get it. What do you mean?â
âThe one with the girl on her knees. Begging to be fucked.â
âOkay? I still donât understand.â Your heart jumped. This was really weird.
âOr maybe and I could fuck you on that counter youâre standing behind.â
You hit close and locked the phone. You dropped it and looked around the shop. You rushed out from behind the counter and glanced out the window. You turned the latch and the floorboards groaned. You turned and pressed yourself to the door. You forgot he was there.Â
How could you forget something like that?
âSorry, uh, weâre closing up,â You felt around for the lock, âI was just--â
âThatâs okay. I think Iâm just about done.â He slapped the book against his palm and placed it on the corner of the counter. He set his phone on top of it with a flourish. âWhy donât you flip the sign and we can get started.â
âWhat are you--â
âDo you prefer I call you by your real name or stevies-doll?â He leaned against the counter and smirked. âOr I can just call you doll. I know you like that.â
âNo,â You exhaled shakily, âY-you canât beâŚâ
âYouâre not happy to see me?â He asked. He didnât sound like the hero you saw on the news. Barely looked like him now. His pupils dilated to darken his blue eyes and the shadows of the shop cast his face in sinister tones. âYou can call me Stevie if you like.â
âI...What I wrote, it was just...â You spluttered. âIâm s-sorry.â
âYou donât have to be.â He pushed himself away from the counter. âIâm not mad. Intrigued really.â
He stepped closer and your ears pounded as the adrenaline coursed through your veins. You turned and fumbled with the lock. The door opened an inch before his hand slammed it shut again. He easily flipped the lock back into place and spun the sign with a flick of his thumb.Â
âYou can close early and we can have some fun...maybe inspire a new fic.â His arm was around your waist and you grabbed onto his thick wrist.
âTheyâre just stories.â You kicked as he pulled you away from the door. He tugged the blind down over the window. âStupid fantasies.â
âWell, consider this a dream come true, doll,â He spun and let you go. You collided with the desk and gasped as the air was knocked from your lungs. âI think you remember this scene.â
âWhat do you want?â You clung to the desk as you turned to him.Â
âYou know, Iâm everything people think I am. Straight-laced, valiant, boring.â He planted his feet and stared you down. âOr was...until I found your blog.â His tongue ran across his bottom lip. âIt gets lonely on the road. At first, your blog was like a secret companion. It gave me something to look forward to but then it made me think. So many things I never even knew I was missing out on.â
âPlease, I donât know what you want from me,â Your voice cracked. Your fear surged and left you shaking against the counter.
âI wantâŚâ He tilted his head and his eyes flashed, âYou.â He paused and pushed his shoulders back. âOn your knees.â Your eyes rounded, âOh yes,â He raised a finger, âNaked.â
You stared at him. You were frozen in place. The counter your only support from melting into a puddle. His nostrils flared as he exhaled; long and drawn out.Â
âDonât make me repeat myself,â He snarled and his hand balled into a fist.
You gulped and held yourself with one hand against the counter as you bent to unlace your oxfords. You kicked them off with your socks and mustered your strength. You stood on your own and unbuttoned your shirt. You kept your eyes on the aged carpet stretched across the hardwood.
You dropped the blouse onto your shoes and unzipped your fly. The wool trousers slid halfway down without help and you untangled your legs from them. You added them to the heap and stood straight.
âLook at me,â Steve ordered. Your eyes snapped over to him. âGood.â You reached back and he raised a hand. âStop...I wanna do it.â
He waved you forward and slowly you stepped away from the counter. He bared his palm in a gesture for you to halt and you hung your head. âEyes up.â He corrected as he came closer. He walked around you and stopped just behind you.
His thick fingers touched the band of your bra and ran along it until they met at the hooks. He carefully unclasped it and the cups fell loose. He tickled your arms as he pushed the straps down them. He took it and flung it away from him. His hands came up to cup your tits and he pushed himself flush to your back.
âYou always wrote so vividly of me but...I never knew how beautiful you truly were...how good you feel.â He squeezed and slowly lowered his hands. He dragged them to the side of your panties and slipped his fingers beneath the elastic. He bent as he guided the panties down your legs. âGod, that ass.â
You shivered and his hands cradled your ass. He ran his rough palms along your cheeks and up your back. They settled on your shoulders and he pushed down firmly. âOn your knees.â
He stepped back and you unsteadily got to your knees. He walked another circle around you. You could hear his dusky breaths. Glimpsed how his hand ran over the front of his jeans.Â
âNow ask, like a good girl,â He stopped before you and stared down with a smirk. âGo on, doll, I know you want it.â
You closed your eyes and swallowed. You grit your teeth and gather what was left of your wits. A story. Thatâs all this was. The letters could be backspaced and no one would know better of it.Â
âPlease,â You recalled the last scene you had posted. The tingle which had flowed through you as you hit the button. What had she said? You opened your eyes. âPlease, I want to...I want to make you happy.â You shuddered as the words whisked from you. âCan I?â
âCan you...what?â He taunted.
âCan I suck your dick?â It was barely a whisper.Â
âOh, well, since you asked so nicely,â His hands were on his belt as he spoke. âBut I have a different scene in mind for tonight. A new one.â He unbuckled his belt and cracked his neck. âI want you on the counter. On your back.â
You made to stand and his hand went to your head. He held you down.Â
âCrawl.â
You weakly dropped forward and turned. You crawled on hands and knees as he followed, stopping just in front of the desk as you followed his pointed finger to the other side. You stood and lifted yourself onto the counter and laid on your back. He guided your head over the side as he pulled you close and his hands found your tits again. He tweaked your hard nipples and you bit your lip.
He rescinded his hands and finished unzipping his pants. You tried not to watch as he pushed his pants down, his briefs too. The blur focused and you gaped at the size of him. He gripped himself and you snapped your mouth shut. He grabbed your chin and squeezed.
âNow, now, donât act like this isnât what you wanted,â He pressed his cock to your mouth and you were forced to open as his fingers threatened to crush your jaw.
He slid inside and your gasp was stifled as he met the back of your throat. He forced himself further and you threw your arms out. A clatter of books and papers as you swept them off the counter. He lingered at his limit and wiggled his hips. You arched your back as you choked and he grabbed your tit, kneading it as he slowly pulled out.
He pushed back in just as you gulped down air and you writhed atop the desk. He thrust in and out of your mouth. You gagged and groaned. The noises only fueled his fervour and he sunk in over and over until your head pulsed. The spit smeared around your lips and his balls.
He pulled back and slammed back in suddenly. His motion slowed as he came. He grunted, his breaths stuttered by the staggered rock of his pelvis. You clawed at the counter top and kicked until you could breathe again.
He slipped his cock from between your lips and his cum leaked from your mouth. You sat up and coughed. His hands were on your shoulders again. His fingers danced along your throat as if to ease your struggles.
âCome on, thatâs just the first act,â He drew away and you glanced over your shoulder. âTurn around.âÂ
You turned on the desk and he pulled your legs over the edge. He pushed your knees apart and stepped back to admire the view. You dug your nails into the lip of the counter to keep yourself from closing your legs.
âI know youâve been dying to see this,â He grinned and pulled his shirt over his head.Â
His cock hung out of his pants. It twitched as he tossed his shirt at you. You caught it. It smelled like him. He shoved his pants down without pause and he hardened again. You dropped his shirt and looked away guiltily.Â
Had you not written this scene a dozen times over?
He was completely naked when you looked again. He came close, his hands on your knees as he knelt before you. You tried to pull your legs together but he held them apart. He shook his head and tutted.Â
âJust sit back and enjoy,â He licked his lips. âTrust me, itâs better than you could ever imagine.â
Your shock took over completely. You watched as he bowed his head and you felt his hot breath on your thighs. When his tongue met your pussy you gasped. He delved between your folds and swirled around your clit. Your nails went deeper into the wood and your thighs shook. It felt good. It shouldnât, though.
He buried his face deeper and you watched his golden locks from above. He reached over blindly, his large hand found yours, and he guided it to the back of his head. He held it there a moment before letting go. You clung to him as he hands glided up your thighs and he framed your vee with thumb and index.
You arched your back and moaned. It was your declaration of surrender. You couldnât resist it any longer. The heat stirred inside of you, the flames licking at your thighs and back. You urged Steve closer though he couldnât possibly go any deeper.Â
His hands slipped down to the outside of your thighs. Your legs closed around his head and held him there. He tipped you slightly and you curled around him as he continued to lap. Your breaths mixed with throaty hums and you fell back.Â
You had one hand still on his head and the other in your hair as you cried out in a mighty climax. He didnât stop until you were shaking across the counter. When at last his mouth left you, you shivered. A sudden coolness washed over your body. He stood and you looked at him through the haze.
He grabbed your waist and pulled you to your feet. You wavered and he spun you quickly. You caught yourself on the desk and he slapped your ass. âThatâs it,â He purred. âYouâre getting it now.â
He nudged your shoulder until you were bent entirely over the counter, your toes barely met the floor. He rubbed your ass and pulled your cheeks apart. His cock poked you as his hand slipped lower and he tickled just below your ass. You squirmed and he chuckled.
He felt around and his cock slipped lower as he bent his knees. He dragged his tip along your folds before prodding at your entrance. He shoved his hand between your legs and forced them apart.Â
He pushed inside and slowly stretched you around him. Your head shot up at the strain. A mix of pain and pleasure as he got deeper and deeper.
You whined as he bottomed out and his hips bucked almost instinctively. He hit your cervix and you cried out. He eased out and pushed back in. He repeated this again and again, his motion careful. Deliberate. He brought his pelvis flush to your ass and groaned.
âFuck,â He slapped your ass again.Â
He drew back and slammed into you all at once. All restraint was lost and he thrust mercilessly. His pace was wild. You reached out to grab at the edge of the counter, your hips hitting the other painfully. The spark had caught and you felt the flame about to burst.Â
Your orgasm was surprising. More agony than pleasure. You whimpered and pushed your head into the counter as you heaved. You could barely breath as Steve never wavered. He fucked until you until your walls ached. Until they turned numb and you were nothing but a mewling fool before him.
He bent over your, his muscled torso against your sweaty back. He rutted atop you frantically. His hips jerked as his grunts deepened. His breath caught and he swore. He lifted himself off you and you felt the warmth spill down your ass and thigh.Â
You laid breathless as he panted behind you. He rubbed his cum into your skin with two fingers and you shook. You tried to push yourself up from the desk. He caught your hip and shoved you back down.
âOh, weâre not even close to the finale,â He pinched your ass and you squeaked. âNot to mention the epilogue.â
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Copil PLIMBAT ĂŽntre spitale, dupÄ o muĹcÄturÄ de cÄpuĹÄ. Cu ce NU se puneau de acord medicii
Copil PLIMBAT ĂŽntre spitale, dupÄ o muĹcÄturÄ de cÄpuĹÄ. Cu ce NU se puneau de acord medicii
Copil PLIMBAT ĂŽntre spitale, dupÄ o muĹcÄturÄ de cÄpuĹÄ. Cu ce NU se puneau de acord medicii
Imediat dupa ce a fost muĹcatÄ de cÄpuĹÄ, tatÄl fetiĹŁei a mers cu ea la Unitatea de Primire UrgenĹŁe a Spitalului de Pediatrie din PiteĹti. Medicul care a consultat-o i-a spus cÄ nu e cazul sÄ-i scoatÄ insecta Ĺi l-a trimis pe tatÄ cu fetiĹŁa la secĹŁia Boli InfecĹŁioase Copii a Spitalului JudeĹŁean, pentruâŚ
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O singurÄ muČcÄturÄ de cÄpuČÄ te poate face alergic la carne
O singurÄ muČcÄturÄ de cÄpuČÄ te poate face alergic la carne
 DeČi nu toate cÄpuČele sunt purtÄtoare de boli, unele muČcÄturi de cÄpuČÄ pot avea un efect mai puČin ĂŽntâlnit care ĂŽČi poate schimba radical dieta Či stilul de viaČÄ.
Se pare cÄ În timpul muČcÄturii cÄpuČa Amblyomma americanum (denumitÄ Či Lone Star) elibereazÄ o moleculÄ de zahÄr, denumitÄ galactozÄ-alfa-1 Či galactozÄ-3 (pe scurt Alpha-Gal), care te poate face alergic la carne. Din momentulâŚ
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Cel mai simplu mod de a scoate o capusa! Asa rezolvi problema in doar cateva secunde, merge garantat!
Cel mai simplu mod de a scoate o capusa! Asa rezolvi problema in doar cateva secunde, merge garantat!
In aceasta primavara ne confruntam din nou cu o invazie de capuse, asa ca este recomandat sa evitam zonele cu iarba inalta sau vegetatie deasa daca nu suntem echipati corespunzator.
Ce este totusi de facut daca suntem muscati? In primul rand nu trebuie sa ne panicam, putem scoate capusa foarte usor. Cel mai eficient truc este cel cu batul de chibrit.
Trebuie sa umezim capul cu fosfor al batuluiâŚ
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i am this đ close to going on a full on rant about how the fandom and capusa treat alex.
#ooc ;; out of feathers#i have gone on 8 paragraph rants about this in the past but i feel another one brewing!#just say yall hate powerful women. just say it
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Facts!!! #LikeAHotPotato https://www.instagram.com/p/CApusa-Fp3G/?igshid=1k0nfqgdck9pi
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E CUTREMURATOR ce a patit aceasta femeie dupa ce a fost muscata de o capusa
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VIDEO A turnat o picatura de ulei de menta pe o capusa infipta in piele. Nu i-a venit sa creada cand a vazut ce a urmat! A scos imediat telefonul si a inceput sa filmeze
VIDEO A turnat o picatura de ulei de menta pe o capusa infipta in piele. Nu i-a venit sa creada cand a vazut ce a urmat! A scos imediat telefonul si a inceput sa filmeze
Caldura a venit iar iesirile in aer liber, la iarba verde, sunt preferate de tot mai multi oameni.
Atentie mare insa la capuse! Acestea sunt din ce in ce mai raspandite iar muscatura lor poate provoca boli grave. Poate v-ati intrebat ce este de facut atunci cand una reuseste sa intre in piele.
Daca nu aveti timp sa mergeti la medic o puteti inlatura simplu si usor, cu ulei de menta. Tot ceâŚ
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England U21 2-1 Romania U21: Clarke-Salter scores winner on dream debut
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England U21 2-1 Romania U21: Clarke-Salter scores winner on dream debut
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England U21 (4-2-3-1): Henderson 6.5; Alexander-Arnold 7, Tomori 6, Clarke-Salter 7, Walker-Peters 7; Ejaria 6.5, Maitland-Niles 7 (Onomah 70, 6); Dowell 6 (Maddison 84), Lookman 6.5, Gray 7 (Kenny 58, 6); Abraham 7 (Calvert-Lewin 84)
Subs not used: Burgoyne, Chilwell, Davies, Fry, Worrall, Sessegnon
Goals: Gray 8; Clarke-Salter 73
Manager: Aidy Boothroyd 6
Romania U21 (4-2-3-1): I Radu 6; Butean 6 (Capusa 87), Ghita 6, Pascunu 6, A Radu 6 (Olteanu 69, 6); Oaida 6 (Ciobanu 46, 6) Nedelcu 6 (Dumitrescu 87); Dobre 6 (Costache 62, 7), Hagi 6, Coman 6; Ivan 7 (Petre 69, 6)
Subs not used: Stoian, Popa, Iacob, Rus, Tordau
Goal: Costache 79
Manager: Daniel Isaila 6Â
Referee: Iwan Griffiths (Wales)
Attendance: 15,314Â
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Va propun dintre cele mai haioase bancuri cu moldoveni un banc cu moldoveni si colonei desi nu se afla intre bancurile din Top 10 bancuri cu moldoveni.
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Moldoveanul este ordonanta la un colonel. Intr-o seara colonelul vine acasa beat mort si cu uniforma murdara. â Castravete, spala-mi uniforma, maiorul Capusa a vomat pe ea. O sa-i dau 5 zile de arest! DupaâŚ
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Boala Lyme, ĂŽmpotriva cÄreia nu existÄ ĂŽn prezent vaccin, este cea mai frecventÄ boalÄ transmisibilÄ infecČioasÄ focarÄ din Europa, Asia Či America de Nord. Boala este transmisÄ prin acarieni ixodici Či, potrivit statisticilor anuale, incidenČa bolii Lyme a crescut de 25 de ori faČÄ de cifrele din 1982. Boala Lyme, uneori numitÄ boala "invizibilÄ", este diagnosticatÄ de simptome, incluzând, printre altele, cel mai caracteristic semn al bolii, eritemul inelar migrat, care este o erupČie cutanatÄ patognomonicÄ la aceastÄ boalÄ. Â
Cum se transmite boala Lyme?
Deoarece mulČi pacienČi cu boala Lyme nu menČioneazÄ muČcÄtura de cÄpuČe, unii experČi considerÄ cÄ borelia poate fi transmisÄ de alte insecte, ČânČari, pÄianjeni, purici Či scabie. Centrul pentru Controlul Či Prevenirea Bolilor refuzÄ aceastÄ opinie, ĂŽn plus, ĂŽn prezent nu existÄ informaČii fiabile cu privire la posibilitatea transmiterii bolii Lyme de la persoanÄ la persoanÄ, prin mânuirea, sÄrutul sau contactul sexual cu un pacient.
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Info: daca ai fost muscat de o capusa, vezi aici un ghid despre cum se poate scoate capusa din piele. Ăn ceea ce priveČte transmisia verticalÄ (de la mamÄ la fÄt), nu existÄ o opinie fÄrÄ echivoc. Boala Lyme, dobânditÄ ĂŽn timpul sarcinii, poate duce la infecČii transplacentare Či la moartea posibilÄ a fÄtului. Cu toate acestea, nu au existat cazuri de impact negativ al bolii infecČioase asupra fÄtului ĂŽn cazul ĂŽn care femeilor gravide li s-au prescris terapie antibacterianÄ. Nu existÄ, de asemenea, date privind cazurile de infecČie prin laptele matern. S-au obČinut date privind capacitatea boreliei de a rÄmâne viabilÄ ĂŽn sângele donator conservat, motiv pentru care persoanele care suferÄ de boala Lyme nu au voie sÄ doneze sânge. Ăn ciuda existenČei bolii Lyme la câini Či pisici, nu existÄ nicio dovadÄ a posibilitÄČii unei infecČii directe a gazdei de la animalele de companie. Util: vezi aici cum poti scoate o capusa in siguranta, cu penseta Diagnosticul cel mai comun al bolii Lyme se bazeazÄ pe simptome patognomonice Či informaČii despre posibilele contacte cu acarienii.
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Simptome clinice Či diagnosticarea bolii Lyme Ca Či ĂŽn cazul altor boli infecČioase, cu boala Lyme, se aČteaptÄ ca serodiagnosticul ĂŽn primele sÄptÄmâni de boalÄ sÄ producÄ rezultate negative. La câteva sÄptÄmâni de la infectare, un imunotest enzimatic (ELISA) poate dezvÄlui anticorpi la B. burgdorferi. Ăn cazul unui rezultat pozitiv ELISA, pentru confirmarea diagnosticului se utilizeazÄ un test Western blot. Specificitatea Či fiabilitatea acestor teste de laborator depind de stadiul bolii. La locul muČcÄturii de cÄpuČe, existÄ, de obicei, papule hiperemice mici. Astfel de papule sunt o reacČie normalÄ la o muČcÄtura de cÄpuČe, Či nu un simptom specific al bolii Lyme. Cu toate acestea, ĂŽn urmÄtoarele zile, zona de hiperemie poate creČte odatÄ cu formarea erupČiilor cutanate patognomonice Lyme sub formÄ de eritem migrator ĂŽn formÄ de inel, cu un inel roČu strÄlucitor exterior care ĂŽnconjoarÄ zona pielii cu culoare neschimbatÄ. Ăn acelaČi timp, la mulČi pacienČi, erupČia cutanatÄ nu are o naturÄ pronunČatÄ patognomonicÄ, la unii pacienČi elementele erupČiei cutanate apar pe mai multe zone ale pielii. Astfel de simptome asemÄnÄtoare gripei, cum ar fi febrÄ, frisoane, letargie Či o durere de cap, pot ĂŽnsoČi simptomele pielii. Ăn absenČa tratamentului adecvat, procesul infecČios se extinde asupra articulaČiilor, a muČchiului inimii Či a sistemului nervos. Ăn aceastÄ etapÄ, simptomele bolii includ dureri severe ale articulaČiilor Či umflÄturi. LegÄturile genunchiului sunt cele mai vulnerabile, deČi durerea poate migra. Ăn câteva sÄptÄmâni, luni sau chiar ani dupÄ infecČie, la pacienČi se poate dezvolta meningita, paralizia temporarÄ a unei jumÄtÄČi a feČei (paralizia Bellului), slÄbiciunea membrelor Či diverse tulburÄri ale funcČiilor motorii. La câteva sÄptÄmâni dupÄ boalÄ, un numÄr de pacienČi dezvoltÄ simptome mai puČin tipice, cum ar fi: aritmii cardiace de duratÄ, de regulÄ, nu mai mult de câteva zile sau sÄptÄmâni; conjunctivita sau episclerita; hepatita; slÄbiciune severÄ. Tratament pentru Boala Lyme Utilizarea timpurie a terapiei cu antibiotice, ca regulÄ, conduce la o recuperare rapidÄ Či completÄ a pacienČilor. Majoritatea pacienČilor care au fost trataČi ĂŽn perioade ulterioare de boalÄ rÄspund de asemenea bine terapiei cu antibiotice, deČi pot reČine simptome persistente din sistemul nervos Či articulaČiilor. La 10-20% dintre pacienČi, simptome precum slÄbiciune, dureri musculare, disomie Či tulburÄri de gândire, persistÄ chiar Či dupÄ ĂŽncheierea unui ciclu complet de tratament cu antibiotice. Cu aceste simptome, pacienČii nu sunt eligibili pentru tratamentul pe termen lung cu medicamente antibacteriene, dar ĂŽn timp ei observÄ o ameliorare fÄrÄ o terapie suplimentarÄ. Ăn conformitate cu recomandÄrile Clinicii Mayo, SUA, tratamentul antibiotic pe cale oralÄ este terapia standard pentru boala Lyme ĂŽn perioada precoce a bolii. AdulČilor Či copiilor cu vârsta peste 8 ani li se recomandÄ sÄ ia doxiciclinÄ, la copiii mici, la femeile gravide Či la cele care alÄpteazÄ, sÄ utilizeze amoxicilinÄ sau cefuroximÄ. Administrarea parenteralÄ a antibioticelor este recomandatÄ atunci când implicÄ sistemul nervos central ĂŽn procesul infecČios. AceastÄ terapie este o metodÄ eficientÄ de eliminare a unui agent infecČios din organism, deČi poate dura ceva timp pentru a elimina complet simptomele bolii. Ăn absenČa unui vaccin ĂŽmpotriva bolii Lyme, prevenirea boreliozelor include utilizarea de repelenČi specifici Či ĂŽndepÄrtarea imediatÄ a cÄpuČelor la detectare.
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Mimeticitatea clinicÄ PatognomonicÄ pentru boala Lyme, eritemul inelar migrat este absent la mai mult de jumÄtate dintre pacienČi, iar mai puČin de jumÄtate dintre pacienČi noteazÄ muČcÄtura de cÄpuČe. Conform unor date, aceastÄ parte a pacienČilor nu poate depÄČi 15%. SpecialiČtii considerÄ cÄ boala Lyme este un "mare imitator", deoarece boala imitÄ alte boli, cum ar fi scleroza multiplÄ, artrita autoimunÄ Či reactivÄ, sindromul de obosealÄ cronicÄ, fibromialgia Či boala Alzheimer. Ăn acelaČi timp, mulČi pacienČi aratÄ destul de sÄnÄtoČi, nu se detecteazÄ anticorpi la agentul cauzal al bolii cu serodiagnosticare. De aceea, boala Lyme este numitÄ adesea o boalÄ "invizibilÄ".  Istoria bolii Lyme In cazul in care va intereseaza si putina istorie, aici sunt cateva informatii despre aceasta afectiune icnepand de la data la care ea a fost descoperita prima data: Ăn 1975, un grup de copii Či adulČi din regiunea Lyme din Connecticut, SUA, au prezentat simptome asemÄnÄtoare atipice ale artritei. Ăn 1977, 51 de cazuri de artritÄ Lyme sau Lym-artrita au fost diagnosticate. Etiologia bolii a fost consideratÄ o boalÄ transmisibilÄ infecČioasÄ Či asociatÄ cu muČcÄturile de capuse. Ăn 1982, Willy Burgdorfer a identificat agentul cauzal al acestei boli infecČioase, a fost o Borrelia din familia spirocheČilor, numitÄ dupÄ omul de ČtiinČÄ Borrelia burgdorferi. Ăn timpul muscÄrii unei cÄpuČe infectate cu Borrelia burgdorferi, agentul patogen intrÄ ĂŽn sângele unei persoane. Forma de tirbuČon ĂŽi permite sÄ fie fixatÄ Či ĂŽncorporatÄ ĂŽntr-o varietate de Česuturi ale corpului, care este cauza leziunilor multiorganice Či multi-sistemice ĂŽn borelioza. S-a stabilit cÄ existÄ 5 serotipuri principale de Borrelia burgdorferi, care numÄrÄ mai mult de 100 tulpini diferite ĂŽn SUA Či mai mult de 300 ĂŽn ĂŽntreaga lume. Multe dintre ele au dezvoltat rezistenČÄ la o serie de medicamente antibacteriene. Diagnosticul serologic de boreliozÄ a devenit disponibil din 1984. In 1997 a apÄrut primul vaccin ĂŽmpotriva bolii Lyme, dar dupÄ 4 ani, producÄtorii au retras vaccinul de pe piaČÄ. Read the full article
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Skipper Gray on target in England U21 win over Romania
England Under-21s earned their fifth successive victory with a friendly win against Romania in Wolverhampton.
Leicester City winger Demarai Gray, who captained the side, fired England ahead with the aid of a deflection.
Aidy Boothroydâs side doubled their lead after half-time when defender Jake Clarke-Salter marked his debut with a goal by heading in a left-wing cross.
Keeper Dean Hendersonâs mistake allowed Romaniaâs Valentin Costache to narrow the gap, but England hung on to win.
Henderson, who is on loan at Shrewsbury from Manchester United, produced a fine save from an injury-time free-kick before Kyle Walker-Peters blocked another goal-bound shot.
The battling win was the perfect preparation for the Young Lions as they look to strengthen their position in qualifying for the 2019 European Championships.
England are top of their six-team group at the halfway stage of the campaign with four successive wins after an opening draw with the Netherlands in September.
Boothroydâs side host Ukraine at Bramall Lane in Sheffield in their next qualifier on Tuesday.
The friendly against Romania at Molineux was staged as the Cyrille Regis International in tribute to the former England striker who died aged 59 earlier this year.[1]
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England U21
1Henderson
2Alexander-Arnold
5Tomori
6Clarke-Salter
3Walker-Peters
8Maitland-NilesSubstituted forOnomahat 70â˛minutes
4Ejaria
7DowellSubstituted forMaddisonat 84â˛minutes
11Lookman
10GraySubstituted forKennyat 59â˛minutes
9AbrahamSubstituted forCalvert-Lewinat 84â˛minutes
Substitutes
12Calvert-Lewin
13Burgoyne
14Chilwell
15Davies
16Fry
19Kenny
20Maddison
21Onomah
23Worrall
24R Sessegnon
Romania U21
1Radu
17ButeanSubstituted forCapusaat 86â˛minutes
5Ghita
4Pascanu
3RaduSubstituted forOlteanuat 69â˛minutes
8OaidaSubstituted forCiobanuat 45â˛minutes
16NedelcuSubstituted forDumitrescuat 86â˛minutes
14DobreSubstituted forCostacheat 62â˛minutes
10Hagi
7Coman
9IvanSubstituted forPetreat 69â˛minutes
Substitutes
2Capusa
6Popa
11Petre
12Stoian
13Dumitrescu
15Iacob
18Rus
19Costache
20Ciobanu
22Olteanu
23Tordai
Referee:
Iwan Griffith
Attendance:
15,314
Match Stats
Home TeamEngland U21Away TeamRomania U21
Possession
Home62%
Away38%
Shots
Home17
Away12
Shots on Target
Home4
Away5
Corners
Home10
Away3
Fouls
Home6
Away18
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Match ends, England U21 2, Romania U21 1.
Full Time
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Second Half ends, England U21 2, Romania U21 1.
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Foul by Ovie Ejaria (England U21).
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Doru Dumitrescu (Romania U21) wins a free kick on the right wing.
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Attempt blocked. Valentin Costache (Romania U21) right footed shot from the centre of the box is blocked.
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Corner, Romania U21. Conceded by Trent Alexander-Arnold.
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Attempt blocked. Florinel Teodor Coman (Romania U21) left footed shot from the left side of the box is blocked.
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Attempt saved. Florinel Teodor Coman (Romania U21) right footed shot from long range on the left is saved in the centre of the goal.
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Foul by Jonjoe Kenny (England U21).
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Florinel Teodor Coman (Romania U21) wins a free kick on the left wing.
Posted at90â˛
Attempt missed. Adrian Petre (Romania U21) header from the centre of the box is too high. Assisted by Ianis Hagi with a cross.
Posted at88â˛
Attempt missed. Dominic Calvert-Lewin (England U21) right footed shot from outside the box is close, but misses to the right. Assisted by James Maddison following a fast break.
Posted at88â˛
Attempt missed. Dominic Calvert-Lewin (England U21) left footed shot from the left side of the box is just a bit too high. Assisted by James Maddison.
Posted at87â˛
Foul by Jonjoe Kenny (England U21).
Posted at87â˛
Florinel Teodor Coman (Romania U21) wins a free kick in the defensive half.
Substitution
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Substitution, Romania U21. Tiberiu Capusa replaces Mihai Butean.
Substitution
Posted at86â˛
Substitution, Romania U21. Doru Dumitrescu replaces Dragos Nedelcu.
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James Maddison (England U21) hits the left post with a right footed shot from the right side of the box. Assisted by Josh Onomah with a through ball.
Posted at85â˛
Delay over. They are ready to continue.
Substitution
Posted at84â˛
Substitution, England U21. Dominic Calvert-Lewin replaces Tammy Abraham.
Substitution
Posted at84â˛
Substitution, England U21. James Maddison replaces Kieran Dowell.
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Delay in match Ionut Radu (Romania U21) because of an injury.
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Corner, England U21. Conceded by Ionut Radu.
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Trent Alexander-Arnold (England U21) wins a free kick on the right wing.
Posted at81â˛
Foul by Florinel Teodor Coman (Romania U21).
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Jonjoe Kenny (England U21) wins a free kick in the defensive half.
Posted at80â˛
Foul by Dragos Nedelcu (Romania U21).
Goal!
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Goal! England U21 2, Romania U21 1. Valentin Costache (Romania U21) right footed shot from the right side of the six yard box to the bottom right corner following a set piece situation.
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Foul by Ovie Ejaria (England U21).
Posted at78â˛
Ianis Hagi (Romania U21) wins a free kick on the left wing.
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Attempt saved. Ianis Hagi (Romania U21) right footed shot from outside the box is saved in the top right corner.
Goal!
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Goal! England U21 2, Romania U21 0. Jake Clarke-Salter (England U21) header from the centre of the box to the bottom left corner. Assisted by Trent Alexander-Arnold with a cross following a corner.
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Corner, England U21. Conceded by Ionut Radu.
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Attempt saved. Ademola Lookman (England U21) right footed shot from the left side of the box is saved in the bottom left corner. Assisted by Kyle Walker-Peters.
Substitution
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Substitution, England U21. Josh Onomah replaces Ainsley Maitland-Niles because of an injury.
Posted at70â˛
Delay over. They are ready to continue.
Substitution
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Substitution, Romania U21. Adrian Petre replaces Andrei Ivan.
Substitution
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Substitution, Romania U21. Vlad Olteanu replaces Andrei Radu.
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Delay in match Ainsley Maitland-Niles (England U21) because of an injury.
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Offside, Romania U21. Florinel Teodor Coman tries a through ball, but Andrei Ivan is caught offside.
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