#football fanficion

[hatchetfieldsports]

(Holding throws a football)

Kyle, go fetch!

Max, for the few seconds Kyles gone, I need you to answer this! If Kyle got hit in the head during football practice, says he’s has a headache and excuses himself to go to the locker room and then doesn’t appear for the rest of practice, what do you do and what kind of panic do you have?

-☠️🥀

What? That’s- uh- I’d probably look around for him and get the nurse. Or whatever. And I would NOT panic. I don’t panic, that’s for wimps. I don’t need to worry about my teammates. Especially not Kyle. There’s absolutely no special reason I would need to be worried about him. No reason at all. -Max

Pssst… last time Kyle got hurt, Max left the game for a little bit to sit with Kyle and make sure he was ok. Just thought you’d like to know. :) - Zeke The Fightin’ Nighthawk

OOC: here’s a translation for you: max would frantically go looking for him, call the nurse, and be constantly worried until they found him and got him checked out by a doctor. I’m very inclined to write fanficion, but I’m busy :( maybe I’ll find some time to write bits and pieces of it!!

[iwriteficsandtragedies]

Amy’s Bingo Bullshit - Size Kink

Player: Virgil Van Dijk

Warnings: SMUT. Pure filth. Oral, p-in-v, size kink.

“Sit on my face,” he demanded, but he wouldn’t let go of her thighs; it felt like he could crush her, and she would let him if he asked. 

“You’d have to let go,” she murmured into his mouth, and he answered with a laugh as he slid down the bed, hold on her legs intact while he suckled a mouthful of her breast before he pushed himself between her legs. 

“Nah I don’t.” To make his point, he gave her a squeeze that pulled her down to his waiting lips. 

“Smartass,” she hissed, drawing out the s’s when he mouthed at her cunt. His tongue, strong and sure, delved through her folds with practiced precision, coaxing sinful moans from her. 

He suddenly suctioned his lips over her clit, causing her to cry out as she ground herself down on his face, smearing her wetness over his chin. “Fuuuuck, Virgil!” She lowered a hand to the side of his head; the other gripped the headboard, knuckles white.

“Gotta get you nice and wet, baby girl,” he released her with a wet smack. “Gotta fit.” She clenched around nothing. Yes, he liked to play around with a size kink, but he was big. Every part of him was so. big. He dwarfed her in height, his hands large enough to cover her ass cheeks. Even his mouth felt like he could swallow her whole as he resumed tonguing her clit, wet, sloppy rolls of the muscle over the sensitive little bead. She started to roll her hips a little, tension spreading through her belly as her thighs tightened around his face. Her breath started to come in short, shallow pants and her head fell back.

“Oh, shit, honey,” she breathed. “Fuck, fu-huu-CK, Vir-… Virgil I’m…”

He suctioned his lips around her again, pulling away just slightly, and her orgasm burst through her, his name a broken chant in her throat.

He was so hard it looked painful when he let go of her and slowly pushed his way back up her body, leaving open-mouthed kisses over her skin as he did. He nuzzled into the space where her neck met her shoulder, inhaling. “Angel,” he sighed. He slid the tip of his length through her, hips jutting up when he caught at her opening. “Think you’re ready for me?”

She sat back and reached down to grasp him in her hand, the other tightening at the base of his neck. She stroked her wetness over him, smiling into the kiss he pressed to her lips. “It’s so big,” she cooed. “It’s so big, baby, I don’t know if I can take you.”

He grunted. He liked that, he loved it, loved when she played with him like this. “I’ll fit, baby girl,” he said, pressing the head against her entrance. “I promise.” 

Her belly tightened and she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth when she lowered herself onto him, slowly, felt his hands crush into her thighs again as he struggled against the urge to slam himself into her. Her head fell into his shoulder, chest vibrating with a whine. She opened her eyes to see where he split her open. “Fuck,” she whispered, half to herself. “You could break me in half.” “I could,” he growled, smirking. “You’re so small, baby, so tight, but you’re so wet, aren’t you? For me?” He pushed up into her, gently meeting her hips with his, filling her with his cock til she was seated on him with a sigh.

“M’so full, baby.” Her head lolled back again, hips swiveling to feel him stir within her. “So full, feels so- FUCK!” He thrust up into her with a growl, the motion jarring through her; she clamped an arm around his neck, breasts pressed into his face. 

“S’that what you want,” he grunted into her chest, teeth scraping over the delicate skin. “Wanna be fucked with this big cock?” He pushed up into her again, again, feet digging into the mattress to set a feverish rhythm; he had an arm around her waist and the other hand sunk into her ass cheek. He was so deep she felt lightheaded, so powerful she might fall off him if he didn’t clasp her to him. 

She smiled into his cheek when his thrusts quickened and his grunts became erratic; he’d be annoyed that he hadn’t lasted longer, but he’d been gone a few weeks. He pounded into her harder and she murmured softly in his ear. “Fuck, Virgil, fuck me full of your cum. It’s so big, baby, I can’t… I need it, need you to-”

He spilled inside her with a shout, rolling her against him as she milked him for every drop. His chest heaved with each breath and he whimpered incomprehensible nothings, eyes closed when his head fell back against the headboard. His hands remained at her waist; she wasn’t going anywhere. 

[footballrecs]

one thing i’ve left to do, discover me, discovering you

pairings: whoever you want to read it with/maia (oc) oneshot by: varanest

[bellinghamount]

better with me | mason mount

not my gif-

summary: y/n is declan's sister, and she can say she hates his best friend, mason, until she has to travel with him in a jet, alone, and she really didn't know if she was enjoying discovering how irresistible he was.

warnings: +18 smut! some enemies to lovers (or fuckers...), mile-high club, fingering, oral (F/M), humping, dirty talk, bareback (use a condom!!), vaginal penetrative sex, slaps, that's it?

word count: 6.174

quotes: "I am NOT getting on this plane with you!" and "I thought you hated me, but you're rubbing yourself against me and asking me to make you cum?"

That trip happened every year. Y/N, Declan, Lauren, Ben, Alex and Mason formed a group of friends who had known each other since they were kids. Or almost, since Y/N did not consider Mason a friend. In fact, Y/N hated him, and the hate was mutual. Every year the six of them programmed themselves to take a vacation together. As soon as the European football season was over and the boys were free, they would hire a charter flight and leave for some destination they wanted to visit.

The destination of the day was Cancun, Mexico, and Y/N was late, very late, she knew it. Years and years of trying, but she could not be on time for anything. The plan was for everyone to meet at the London airport, so they could catch the jet and leave together, but Y/N got in the way of some work stuff and could not leave on time.

She would schedule herself every year to take a vacation during the summer, so she could travel with her brother and her childhood friends. Declan had been dating Lauren since he was a teenager, and she and Ben's sister, Alex, were Y/N best friends. Although Declan was also her brother, she considered him to be her best friend along with Ben. It was the perfect group of friends if Mason didn't exist. The two just couldn't stand each other, but Mason was Declan's best friend, so she already knew she would never get rid of him.

Y/N was walking through the corridors of the airport in a hurry, one hand holding her wheeled suitcase and the other her cell phone, trying to call Declan, who simply didn't answer or reply to her messages. Sometimes she hated him for it. She feared that they had already gone and left her behind.

When Y/N finally reached the place where the little jet was parked, she looked around for her friends, but only found one person besides the crew team: Mason. He was standing holding one of the handbags. He seemed focused on his cell phone, he was wearing a white button-down shirt and moss-colored cargo shorts, a pair of glasses hid his eyes. For an arrogant stuck-up guy, he actually looked quite handsome.

"Look at that, the princess decided to show up." He said when he saw her approaching. Y/N rolled her eyes, she just hated it when Mason called her 'princess', it was just a way to tease her, and he almost always succeeded.

A member of the staff offered to put her bags in the compartment, and she thanked him with a nod, leaving only her purse. It was a hot day, so Y/N chose cool clothes: short shorts that showed off her legs and a tight top that highlighted her breasts. Mason stared at them for a long time, thankful that he was wearing sunglasses, because this way Y/N would not notice.

"Where is everybody?"

"They're gone." He replied simply.

"What?" Y/N opened her mouth in disbelief. He could only be playing a joke. Mason knew how to be insufferable when he wanted to.

"That's right, Y/N, unfortunately today it's just you and me." He said with fake humor, heading for the stairs and getting into the jet, with Y/N going after him.

"What the hell do you mean by that?"

"We were both very late, and they went ahead. Dec left that message and hired another jet to take us because they couldn't stand to wait anymore." Mason replied, sitting down in one of the seats on the plane, with his back to the cockpit.

"What? That can't be serious!" Y/N exclaimed from the doorway. She couldn't believe that she would have to spend the next ten hours on a plane, alone, with Mason. This couldn't be happening.

"Very serious."

"I am NOT getting on this plane with you!" She grumbled, picking up her cell phone once again and trying to call her brother.

"You've got no choice, princess." Mason laughed. That wasn't what he wanted either, in his opinion Y/N was a preppy girl who only knew how to complain about everything, but seeing her so angry was starting to be fun for him.

"How Dec can do this to me?" Y/N sat in one of the seats facing Mason on the window side, giving herself away after a few minutes of trying to talk to her brother, but to no avail. The crew closed the door, and they began to prepare for takeoff. "He will see when I get there!"

"Are you going to be complaining the whole trip?" Said Mason tired of hearing her voice.

"Should I be happy that I have to share this cubicle with you, Mason? You'll be lucky if I don't decide to open that door and throw you out of it."

"Good luck with that, princess."

Y/N huffed and sank into her own seat, thinking of ways to distract herself as the time passed. Minutes followed, and the small jet crew soon got ready, and they took off.

Y/N was impatient, her cell phone didn't seem all that interesting, and she didn't want to read any of the books she had brought. Mason was concentrating, with his headphones and playing some game on his iPad. She was a little hyperactive and couldn't stay quiet or still for long, which is why this trip was being so horrible. She liked it when all six of her friends were together, there was always someone to distract her and to talk to her. At that moment, there was only Mason, the person she hated most in the world. Maybe teasing him would be a good distraction.

She was also missing something. Mason had an annoying girlfriend that he took everywhere, but she wasn't there this time.

"Mount." She called out, but he didn't answer, so Y/N decided to give his shin little touches with her foot. For the first two, Mason just ignored it, but Y/N kept swinging his leg sideways, and it was annoying him.

"What do you want?" he asked gruffly, taking off his headphones to get her voice.

"Where's your girlfriend?"

"I don't have anymore. We're broke up." Y/N was a bit surprised.

"What happened? Did she fall, hit her head and finally realize what an idiot you are?" Y/N laughed.

"Well, I'm not seeing your boyfriend around here either." Suddenly, Y/N shut up, it was a bad idea to start talking about the people they were dating. "What happened? Did he finally realize that you're a boring little fucking prepy girl?"

Y/N closed her face, remembering her boyfriend Jake. He hadn't been able to leave on vacation early, so the arrangement was to meet him in Mexico in a few days. But she didn't know if she wanted him to go. Y/N had been having some problems with Jake, but of course she wasn't going to admit that to Mason.

"He's coming to meet me in a few days, okay?" She leaned over only to lean back against the bench again. "And I'm the coolest preppy girl there ever was."

"Nah, I disagree. You look like a younger version of Miranda Priestly, Y/N." Despite the insult, Y/N was surprised by the reference to "The Devil Wears Prada”, it was her favorite film.

"You who are just insufferable as fuck, Mason."

"Your boyfriend must be bad in bed for you to be so grumpy."

He was. She thought. Y/N was sexually frustrated simply because the boyfriend she had was not able to deliver. It might be scandalous and disgusting, but she was a woman, and a woman knew what it was like to scream with pure pleasure. This was too frustrating to know that Mason was right. She chose to ignore it, however.

"I'm going to the bathroom." She announced by standing up. Y/N accidentally tripped over her purse and a few things ended up sprawled on the floor. The movement caught Mason's attention, and he looked curiously at one of the objects that escaped from her purse and landed beside his foot. It was a purple vibrator, and quite eye-catching.

"But what is that?" He smiled amused when he asked, expecting Y/N to look ashamed, usually she would, but her stress levels were so high that she couldn't care less if Mason saw her sex toy.

"A vibrator, you've never seen one?" She replied, without patience, bending down to pick it up and put it back in her purse along with the other objects. The movement gave a nice view of the circumference of her ass that Mason couldn't help but notice.

"No, it's just that..." Mason looked away as Y/N stood up. "That guy must be terrible in bed." He laughed, being glad that his goal in teasing her was being 100% completed. "What's his name again? Jacob? Jason? James?"

"It's Jake!" Y/N growled before marching to the bathroom and leaving Mason behind. In the compartment, she ran some water over her face before turning back. She could tell she was almost freaking out from being alone on that plane with Mason, from his taunts about her bad in bed boyfriend, and even worse from him being right. Sex was supposed to be something to relieve people of stress, but sex with Jake was the real stress.

"What are you doing there?" she asked when she saw Mason sitting in her seat. "You're in my seat."

"I don't like traveling with my back to the destination. It's uncomfortable." She crossed her arms, and Mason loved it the moment he realized she was starting to get irritated. Y/N nervous was his favorite mood. "You can sit here." He showed the seat next to him.

"No, I like the window side." To Y/N the window seats on a plane were as sacred as the churches in the Vatican, and she would not give up that seat so easily.

"I don't care, take another seat."

"No, that's my seat, I was there first. Take it you, another seat, Mount!" She tapped her foot on the floor, feeling the jetliner rocking for a moment. Mason decided to ignore what she was saying and all her spoiled little girl attitudes and put on the air pods, so he could get back to concentrating on his game.

Y/N knew she wasn't going to get much out of him just by talking, so she decided to act. Mason had his head down, focused on his phone, that he didn't see Y/N approaching. He almost dropped the device when he felt the weight of her legs on top of him as she settled into his lap. Her back pushed him across the chest until he was properly leaning back in the airplane seat.

"Are you crazy? What the hell are you doing?"

"You don't want to get out of my seat, so you're going to have to put up with me." She retorted, looking over her shoulder at him.

"Oh, really? I think you're just being childish. There are plenty of other seats on this fucking plane, Y/N." Mason rolled his eyes. He really hated the way she acted. She always thought that everything had to be her way and that people had to do her bidding. He was there to prove that Y/N wouldn't always get everything she wants.

"Me? Childish? You sat in my seat to cause an argument and pick on me, Mason, and I'm childish?"

"Childish or you're crazy to be near me." He whispered dangerously close to her ear. Y/N almost jumped when she felt his hands on her waist. Sitting on Mason's lap was certainly a new sensation. "Otherwise you would have already isolated yourself in the armchair to away from this aircraft."

"I think it's the other way around." Y/N began to whisper as well and pushed her hips further toward him, rolling over slowly. "You who are crazy to be near me, you did that on purpose because you knew I would complain." Mason slipped his arm around her waist, holding her in place.

"And are you rubbing that hot ass of yours against my cock on purpose too?" She nearly choked on his dirty, hot words. Mason's beard rubbed against her neck as he insisted on talking close to her ear. She could feel all the heat coursing through her body when, as he wet his lips, his tongue accidentally brushed against her skin.

"Do you think I have a hot ass?"

"Who doesn't?" He responded by moving his hands to the side of her hips, exerting a calculated pressure with his fingers on the area. If Y/N was facing forward, he would grab her ass the way he wanted to. "I may hate you, but I'm still a man, and I think you're hot as fuck."

Y/N couldn't lie, she was loving the whole thing, loving Mason's confessions about her body. She compressed her stomach and forced herself to speak when she felt his hands kneading her thighs. "Yeah? What else?"

"I also think you have nice tits." His hand went up far enough for his fingers to play with her cleavage, but Mason did not grab a boob in his hand as Y/N was expecting. His other hand made circles on her knee, Mason never thought he would have Y/N on his lap like that, not least because they couldn't even stand to be in the same commode for long, but he was curious to find out how Y/N reacted to his touches.

"Just nice?" She forced herself to look forward as she clamped her lower lip with her teeth, not wanting Mason to notice her spikes of excitement.

"Show me them and I'll reassess."

"You're so cheeky, Mount."

"I am. Now get up before I get blue balls." Mason pushed his hips forward and patted her thigh twice to encourage her to lift, he was gradually beginning to feel the discomfort as his penis became erect. He was pretty sure Y/N wasn't going to let him fuck her, she was just teasing him with ridiculous questions to boost her ego. "I'll let you have this damn seat."

She almost groaned in frustration when she heard the sentence. Y/N didn't want to get out of there. His lips were so close to her skin, she wanted Mason to kiss her on the neck, on the jaw, to bite her lips and pull them to him. At that point, she didn't give a damn if he was her brother's asshole friend.

His hand on her leg was almost torture, seeing the fingers of his hand so close to her crotch, but at the same time so far away. Y/N was tired of rubbing her own pussy, she needed someone to come eat her out and play with her tits. She wanted him, so in a burst of insanity she replied, "No! Mason, I want you to make me cum."

His eyes widened and he almost choked on his own saliva. Never in a million years would he think he would hear Y/N say that to him. "What?" he asked, just to affirm if he heard correctly.

"Are you deaf? Make me cum!" She stated a little louder, turning her head to look at him, showing that she was serious. He closed his hand into a fist, his cock was so hard, having Y/N almost begging to make her cum was really exciting. But he didn't want to show that he too was desperate to get laid like her, so he forced a laugh. "What are you laughing at, idiot?"

"It's just funny." Mason pushed her hair away and deposited a kiss on the back of her neck, so good that Y/N almost melted right there. "I thought you hated me, but you're rubbing yourself against me and asking me to make you cum?"

Y/N rotated her body in order to sit sideways on his lap. She spread her hands on his chest, wanting to look at him. Mason seemed just as intrigued as she was. The same way he thought she was hot, she could make a list of all the fucking hot attributes of his body. "I hate you, but that doesn't mean I hate your body." She confessed, smoothing a finger down his chest over his shirt, while her other hand brushed her nails along the side of his neck.

"How long has it been since that guy last fucked you? For you to be desperate to have an orgasm from me?" Mason couldn't take his eyes off her mouth, pondering what else that mouth knew how to do besides cuss him out. Y/N could smell his minty breath and damn it, she had never wanted to kiss someone so badly. She really didn't know if she was enjoying discovering how irresistible Mason was.

"He fucks me, only doesn't make me cum. So yes, it's true he's bad in bed. I feel like a fucking inflatable doll, and it's driving me crazy." She confessed, weighing needing to choose her next boyfriends better.

This aroused the interest of Mason, who moved his hand to rub her lower lip with his thumb. She held back from opening her mouth and sucking his thumb; it was too soon to show him her fetishes. "And you think I'm good?" Y/N shook her shoulders.

"I don't know, prove it to me!" She shrugged, Y/N might have been horny, but every time Mason's cocky grin grew wider, the more she wanted to punch him in the face.

"Are you sure? Even with the pilot and copilot a door away?" He swiveled his head to look at the door that gave access to the control cabin. At no time had the two pilots made contact with them, and the trip was going smoothly. Y/N didn't even want to look back to check the door, the pilots should have been more concerned about getting that little jet to glide to Cancun with what she and Mason were doing in the back.

"I couldn't care less." She whispered tilting her head toward him to the point where their noses brushed lips lightly against each other.

Mason let out a sigh, a dirty thought invading his mind. "Okay, except you're going to have to let me cum all over you."

"Deal." A wicked smile stamped on Y/N's lips before she attacked his lips in a ravenous kiss. The feel of his lips was different, but in a deliciously positive way.

Y/N changed position, riding on his lap with one knee on either side of his hip, this gave Mason the freedom he wanted to move his hands down to her ass, giving it a considerable squeeze. She tugged at his hair as Mason enjoyed himself squeezing and discovering every inch of her body without skimping on the strength of his fingers, but what was really making her almost sigh was the hot kiss they exchanged, tongues lapping at each other with just the right amount of saliva.

Mason pulled her hips down sharply, bringing her crotch into contact with his. Y/N ground her hips instantly against him when she felt the volume of his erection, thirsting for a little more surface contact. The wetness in her panties created a region of cruciating heat between the stiff fabric of her shorts, which she wanted to get rid of. She couldn't remember the time her libido had been so high. Mason almost laughed at her desperation, even though her hard-on levels were also increasing his considerably.

"How wet are you down there, princess?" He tugged at her lower lip with his teeth, and Y/N almost moaned at the loss of his mouth on hers. Her pussy pulsing, focused on Mason's fingers marking the inside of her thighs, threatening to come up to where she needed him most.

"Why don't you find out yourself?" She replied claiming his lips again, but Mason moved his head moving kisses down her collarbone until he left nips and hickeys on her neck. Y/N moaned in anticipation when he finally opened the button and zipper of her shorts. He opened it just enough to see the beginning of the red lace of her panties.

His fingers slid back and forth along her crotch line and Y/N began to unbutton his shirt, leaving kisses on his neck, collarbone, down to his chest to see if she could get what she wanted. Mason loved being wooed as she was doing, he pulled the bar of her panties with his index finger and released it, the sound of the elastic hitting the skin making a pop. She really needed him to go lower, but Mason seemed to want to prolong that.

"Mason, stop being such a fucking teaser, I know you're not holding up down there either." It was his turn to groan as he felt her hand caress and squeeze his cock.

"So desperate." He chuckled giving her a little kiss.

"You know I am. Coming from days of frustrated sex to five minutes of foreplay that are driving me crazy." She grunted holding his shoulders, feeling Mason's cocky grin open under his lips.

"Now you've said what I wanted to hear."

He lowered her shorts a little leaving the straps of her thong in view, enough so that his hand could invade her panties further. He slid two fingers between her vaginal lips a few times before focusing on her swollen clitoris, causing Y/N to move her hips and arch her back a little when the fingers achieved some pressure with circular motions.

She moaned with her eyes closed enjoying that sensation she knew but hadn't felt in so long. Mason enjoyed her noises, groping the rest of her body with his other hand.

"Put your eyes on me." He ordered, Y/N leaned her chin against his, the tips of their noses touching and opened her eyes when Mason reached down a little with his hand and slipped his middle finger inside her. He was pleased when her hands gripped his biceps and her body wobbled. She bit her lips hard stopping herself from moaning his name.

Mason curved his finger reaching her G-spot, making his movements faster and more precise. Y/N couldn't take that without making a scandal, so she kissed him again being very well received by his tongue, but Mason didn't want to swallow her moans, even though the kiss was good, he wanted to hear all of them.

"Are you going to moan my name, Y/N?"

"No." She said trying to kiss him again, but Mason was turning his head away.

"Are you sure?" He asked, adding another finger inside her. Mason was loving feeling her wet, hot, soft pussy vibrate and tighten around his fingers as he heard her sleepy, confused sighs in his ear, but he wasn't satisfied. Y/N knew what he was doing, he was giving her something better to take away after she didn't do what he had asked. She felt angry at herself for enjoying it so much.

She couldn't hold back the words. It was branded in her brain that it was Mason who was doing all that to her, and hence came the need to say it loud and clear. "Fuck, Mason."

Her legs were shaking, and her breathing became more and more unregulated, and just when she thought she was going to cum hard on his fingers, Mason stopped and withdrew his hand from inside her panties.

"Mason!!!" Her expression changed to something angry, Mason laughed as he sucked on his ​wet fingers. "Why do you always do the opposite of what I say?" She hated him for laughing, frustration took over her actions and she began to slap his arm. "You shouldn't play with a woman's orgasm like that, you asshole." Mason was trying, but he simply couldn't stop laughing.

"You're not going to get what you want by hitting me, little girl." He pinched her nose.

"Don't call me little girl!"

"Come on over to the couch, I'm just getting started with you." He patted her thigh twice, tearing a kiss from her lips. Y/N hated the interruption, but she had to agree that the couch looked much more inviting and comfortable. On the way, Mason got rid of his own shirt that Y/N had done him the favor of unbuttoning, he and Y/N also took the opportunity to get rid of their shoes. Y/N took a few seconds to admire his lean, athletic body before lying down on the small couch and pulling Mason by the wrist so that he was on top of her.

His back looked like a perfect blank canvas for Y/N to paint with her nails when Mason kissed her deeply, gripping her hips so that her legs better hugged his waist. He distributed languid kisses on her neck, before pulling her hips down to the edge of the couch. Y/N felt her legs in the air, sighing each time Mason moved down her body until he was kneeling on the floor, facing her. He pulled down her already open shorts along with her red panties. She looked down in anticipation as Mason ran kisses down her belly to her crotch, but it was when his tongue reached her pussy that she nearly collapsed, arching her back involuntarily. The friction of his beard on her thighs was mind-blowing, and she could feel the orgasm building again when he sucked her clit masterfully.

His tongue tasted every inch of her pussy. He squeezed her thighs, holding her hips in place, and shoved his mouth as deep as he could. Y/N grabbed his hair, desperate to cum. A growing moan was growing in her throat, interspersed with slurs like "suck me," "fuck," and "don't stop." Mason knew she was close when he slipped two fingers into her intimacy and felt her walls tighten around them almost immediately.

"Come on, princess, cum for me."

She could think about how much she hated that nickname, but at the moment her brain was only focused on her orgasm. The images of Mason's cock were in her head, she wanted to grab it, see it, find out what it looked like and what it could do since he was so good with his fingers and tongue. It had been a long time since someone had eaten her pussy so well. Either Mason was very good at it, or her boyfriend was useless. Making a woman cum couldn't be that hard. The images only accelerated her body's reactions to Mason's movements, and she came hard, finally relaxing on the couch cushion as those wonderful waves took over every cell in her body. Y/N took a deep breath when she looked down, Mason was still between her legs, his hair messy and kissing the inside of her thigh.

"Was that good?" He asked, and she sat up, pulling him so that he got off the floor and stood beside her.

"You heard me moan, you won't hear me say it, Mount. Your ego is already too big." He felt her eyes stop at his crotch, he really was very horny and Y/N was curious and despite the pleasurable oral, she wanted more and wanted him to get it too.

"You know what else is big?"

"Your nose?"

"Damn. Low blow." He grumbled, and she laughed, getting on top of him and kissing his moist lips. Mason tried to deepen the kiss and unzip her blouse, but Y/N was quicker and pushed him down his chest until his back hit the back of the couch.

"Stay there."

"Great" He sneered. "Is it your turn to torture me?" Mason threw his head back, spreading his legs wider and relaxing his arms. Maybe she would make him pay for that interrupted orgasm. She smiled mischievously before running kisses down his chest as her hand opened the zipper of his pants. Y/N pulled it down along with his underwear as she knelt down.

She almost salivated when she saw him, totally virile and leaking pre-semen from the tip. It really did meet all her expectations. She wasted no time in starting a gentle, tender hand job, taking the opportunity to look at his face while he was enjoying it.

"Ah, fuck..." Mason threw his head back, let out an intense sigh. He wanted more, he wanted her mouth enveloping his entire length, but Y/N didn't seem in a hurry. He had to look again when she licked the tip and continued running her tongue over the head of his cock. "You know, Y/N, I have a theory that your face would look cuter with my dick on your mouth." He leaned down to caress her face. That was his way of saying what he wanted without having to beg.

"Really?" She questioned, speeding up the movements of her hand, drawing a moan from his throat.

"Yes, the same way, it's also going to get really cute when I'm fucking your tight pussy." Y/N could feel her pussy throbbing just at the thought, she sighed, knowing she couldn't tease him much longer.

"You're a great negotiator." She said, tossing her hair to the side, so it wouldn't get in the way.

"I know."

Mason relaxed on the couch, watching and enjoying as her touches on him intensified, increasing the pace. She didn't waste much time and put him in her mouth, swallowing him, and doing a literal suck of the cock. Mason had never used a penis pump before, but the feeling must be that... And it was too good. "Fuck, Y/N." He could stop himself from cursing, a blowjob well done was capable of taking him out of his mind. He grabbed her hair with one hand and lifted his hips as Y/N let him fuck her mouth. Her cheeks were sucked into his face while his tongue pressed the chaplet against the roof of her mouth, all to compress the space in there as much as possible and give a pleasurably claustrophobic sensation. Then she would move her moist lips down the shaft, halfway down, and return to that beautiful, compassed motion in her head, the tip reaching deep into her throat.

"Climb on." She complied with his request and mounted on his lap, holding his cock to guide it inside her. Y/N moved down slowly, feeling his full body temperature and his length filling her more and more. Her pussy began to pulsate in a kind of pompoarism, with well paced contractions and relaxations that almost drove Mason crazy. He removed the top of her clothes, finally releasing her breasts.

"So, what did you think of them?"

"Well, more than nice, you can be sure." He said before taking one nipple into his mouth and starting to suck on it. Y/N moaned as Mason began to raise his hips subtly, favoring a finely tuned back and forth motion with hers.

She ground her nails into his shoulders as she threw her head back and nibbled her lip, stifling her moan with each thrust and each time Mason squeezed her breasts and ass. He flattened them his ass cheeks and put his mouth against hers, wanting to somehow suck in her moans. Mason's eyes were open while Y/N kept hers closed, completely surrendered to the sensation.

"I could watch you ride me all day, but I want you on all fours, princess." Y/N ignored what he said, continuing to concentrate on her cyclical movements and her orgasm. Mason slapped her ass to get her attention, but she didn't even open her eyes. It couldn't get out of his head that he was the one who was supposed to make her cum.

"Y/N." He slapped her again, but she ignored it once more by hugging his shoulders and rolling over in his lap. On the third slap, she couldn't compress a groan and a naughty grin that Mason didn't fail to notice. "Wait, are you enjoying my slaps?"

She leaned over to look at him. "But of course, why do you think it's taking me so long to do what you asked?" he smiled enjoying knowing that and snapped another slap, Y/N leaned her body forward in a jolt.

"You need to learn to be a good girl, Y/N."

"And you're certainly not the one to teach me." Y/N had a sharp tongue, Mason liked that. She got off of him and Mason stood up and began to masturbate as he watched Y/N get into position. She rested her knees on the seat and her hands on the back of the couch. There was no resistance when his bulging member brushed against the lips of her wet pussy.

She moaned loudly, sensing what was to come. She gripped the fabric of the couch, thrust her ass as far as she could, and swallowed him as Mason pushed into her. His cock beginning to throb, she could feel it too, and she responded by rolling over nicely, fitting her sex perfectly into his, licking him from head to base. Mason gripped her ass tightly, so he could thrust faster and deeper, enjoying her muffled moans breaking free and turning into screams.

"You can't tell anyone about this." She said with difficulty.

"I can't tell anyone that I'm fucking the brains out of your head, princess?" He replies, pulling her hair back and forcing her to arch her back.

"I do have a reputation to uphold, Mason."

"And how I'd love to ruin it, just like how right now I'm ruining you." He laughed, boosting the movement of his hips, making the strokes sloppier and harder. He could feel her legs trembling and her inner walls tightening around him. "Do you remember our arrangement?" He asked in her ear before kissing her neck, and what she replied was almost like a plea and an affirmation at the same time.

"Oh yes, Mason." His finger circled her clit and she came hard for a second time. Y/N felt her arms weaken, the shiver running up her spine as that near-death sensation took over her body once again, followed by a tingling in her groin and supreme relaxation. She sat facing Mason so that he could release his. She waited patiently, biting her lips, but it was a matter of seconds before she came, his cum reaching the height of her breasts, some loads hitting her cheek and the corner of her mouth. Y/N gathered some of it with her thumb, and Mason almost teased again when he saw her suck her finger with his cum.

"Don't get it twisted, we still hate each other." She spoke, getting up, so she could go to the bathroom to clean herself up and put on some clothes.

Facing the mirror, Y/N was a mess, but completely content. It was impossible to take a shower there, so she did her best to clean herself and put on a pair of sweatshirts that she had brought in her handbag. It was relatively cold in there because of the air conditioning, and that explained why they were not sweaty after so much adrenaline.

When Y/N came out of the bathroom, Mason was leaning against the door, already in his underwear, as if he was waiting for her. "You can have that seat, I'll take the couch."

He walked into the bathroom in her place and closed the door. She looked at that couch where Mason had fucked her so well. She didn't know if she could last another eight hours stuck with him there doing absolutely nothing, and they wouldn't be Mason and Y/N if they didn't tease each other all the time.

She went to her bag and took a blanket from there. Then she went back to the couch, covering herself and closing her eyes, waiting for Mason to return.

"You're in my seat, princess." He said when he saw her on the couch. Mason had no idea what Y/N's plans were, but he was enjoying it.

"And what are you going to do about it?" She propped herself up on her elbows facing him, leaning against the wall on the other side. He started to move and walked over to the couch, tucking himself under her blanket and getting on top of her body. She hugged him with her legs, and Mason pinned her wrists at head height.

"You know I can get you out of here in seconds."

"Just as you could also get me off your lap when we were in the chair, but you didn't." She tilted her head, just enough to get a bite on his lip. "I thought you weren't going to stop fucking me until that plane landed."

Y/N was horny, and she wasn't going to settle down until she had Mason completely available to her all that time, offering her multiple orgasms. Maybe Dec leaving her behind wouldn't have been such a bad thing.

Mason remembered her boyfriend bad in bed, that idea inflaming his ego.

"So, was it better with me?"

"For sure."

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notes: let me know if you want a part 2 bc may i have great ideas, or turning into a long fic on wattpad...

[threelionsgirl]

don’t play dumb | mason mount

request: Can you do a smut with mason where you are teasing him at a club , so he drags you home to punish you but while he is doing taht you c@m without his permission and he absolutely looses his temper and ra!ls you

warnings: +18 smut! daddy kink, dom!mason, cocky!mason, sub!reader, rough sex, spanking, unprotected sex, forced orgasms, dirty talk like rlly dirty, that’s it?

notes: hi anon, sorry I think this really could have been better, but I was not very inspired 🥴 btw hope u like!

word count: 3480

! I used to write on my sideblog @masonwmount but I think I'm going to abandon it so you can send your requests here!

masterlist | who i write for | my rules

“Acting like a desperate slut won’t make me fuck you, Y/N.” Mason said in your ear, holding your hips so that you stopped grinding against his groin. You were at a club with Lauren, Declan and a few other friends for a little fun. The problem was that you didn’t want to go out that night, Mason had been gone for a week and all you wanted was to stay home, so he could fuck you as hard as he could. You even tried to seduce him before you left the house, but he was relentless, telling you to be patient. Of course, he wanted to fuck you, but he also loved to see you whine and beg for it.

“What do you mean?” You turned to face him, your fingers playing with the collar of his shirt. You knew Mason hated it when you pretended not to know what was going on. His expressions grew harder, and that only turned you on more. His hand went down to your ass, and he gripped the hem of your dress between his thumb and forefinger. The club was a dark place, only the neon beams gave off any light, but you didn’t care if anyone was watching.

“Don’t play dumb, babygirl. I knew what you wanted the moment you put on this micro dress that doesn’t cover a damn thing.” You smiled, resting your chin on his shoulder. You had chosen the shortest and tightest black dress in your closet purposely. Likewise, you almost let out a groan when his hand went up between your legs, brushing against the fabric of your panties. “You still had the decency to wear panties, I wouldn’t be surprised if I found you with nothing down here.”

“I really don’t know what you’re talking about.” You wanted to laugh, but that would blow your cover as a covert girl, so you hugged him by the shoulders and kissed his neck. “I thought you liked my dresses.”

You were trying to change the subject, and it didn’t go unnoticed by him. Mason pushed you back a little so that you could face each other. His jaw was locked, and he spoke between his teeth, “Stop acting like you haven’t been rubbing your ass on my dick all night.”

You almost whimpered when he removed his hand from between your legs, and it reminded you of why you were doing all that.

“I don’t even know why we left the house in the first place.” You ran your fingers down his forearm until your hand grasped his, and you tried futilely to pull him away as Mason didn’t move. “Please, Mase, let’s go home!”

“I didn’t even finish my drink, baby.” A cocky smile appeared at the corner of his mouth and he said, showing you the half glass of whiskey that was on the counter. “I’m not giving you what you want yet.”

“Fine, then I should look for someone who will give it to me.” You turned away from him and crossed your arms, a captive smile appearing on your mouth at what you were about to say. “Someone who enjoys having his dick being rubbed across my ass, since you don’t want it.” That was a very dangerous path, you knew that, but you couldn’t help it, surely later he would say you were being a disobedient brat. You looked at him, Mason’s patience was as thin as a strip of rice paper at that moment.

“If I were you, I wouldn’t dare.” Mason narrowed his eyes at you. “Stop being a cynical brat, be a good girl, and maybe I’ll reward you later.” He did nothing to stop you, his arm was loose, he unlocked his jaw and his expressions softened, his sudden change of posture was a warning: your actions, your consequences, think well about what you are going to do.

But you didn’t want the reward, you wanted the punishment. You gave a little smile, and neither denied nor confirmed anything. “I’m going to get a drink.”

You kissed his cheek before heading to the bar. Mason followed you with his eyes to find out if you were going to act up or if you were going to obey him. This went on for a few minutes while you waited for your drink, Mason was confident that you would obey him and be right back. He got a little distracted when Lauren and Declan went to talk to him, and at the bar, you took the chance to tease him. Better than doing it in front of strangers, was doing it in front of people he knew.

Of course, you would never touch another man or let another man touch you, but you knew how to tease Mason without the need for touching. You leaned your elbows on the counter and pushed your butt as high as you could. A nice ass in a micro dress would draw a lot of attention from any passing man, you knew that.

“Bro, you should take a look at your girl.” Declan said and patted Mason’s arm, and when he looked at you, his blood boiled. The way you were leaning on that counter, the guy sitting next to you was practically eating you with his eyes, and you were doing nothing to stop him. You were smiling at the bartender and still acting like an innocent. That was the limit, Mason could have sworn the whole club could see your damn panties.

Mason left Lauren and Dec behind and walked toward you. You felt a surge of adrenaline go through your body as he pulled you by the elbow and then took your hand. You began to walk toward the club’s exit.

“Where are we going?”

“Home.” That was all he replied. You felt your arousal levels rise. Short, thick words meant hot, violent sex. He was angry, and you felt proud and a smile escaped. “If I were you, I wouldn’t be happy.

The drive was as silent as the walk across the parking lot, Mason didn’t even let you turn on the radio. He didn’t speak to you, and he didn’t look at you. You stood glazed watching his profile: his jaw locked, the veins running up his arms, and his dark eyes focused on the road.

"Aren’t you going to talk to me, Mase?” you asked when they got home. He turned to close the door and just then he pulled your wrist toward him, and you found yourself caught between the door and his body.

“I’m not going to talk, I’m going to fuck you.” The expression on your face looked angry and disappointed, but also full of sexual desire. That only turned you on even more, and your eyes glittered with lust. Your pussy flashed after his words, and you tried to close your legs, but one of Mason’s knees stopped you. He pulled your dress up to your waist, one of his hands gripped the back of your neck and the other went up your thighs, he pulled your panties aside and his fingers began to nibble at your clit. “Isn’t that what you wanted, babygirl?”

Mason’s mouth was on your neck, and you tried to kiss him in response, but he wouldn’t let you. He held your head by the scalp and pulled hard on your hair, forcing you to look at him, your lips ajar, begging for a little more contact. “I asked you a question, Y/N, aren’t you going to answer me?”

“Y-yes, daddy. It’s exactly what I wanted.” You wanted to smile in pure arousal, the pain of the prick on your scalp mingling with the feel of his fingers in your pussy.

“However, I didn’t like what you did at the club. I’m seriously considering whether to let you cum today, Y/N.” The hand that had been in your hair went to your jaw, locking your gaze on his. You almost groaned in frustration at the thought of Mason not letting you cum, so you decided to appeal a little by holding one of his biceps.

“What if I promise not to do that again?” You bit your lips forcing your most innocent eyes.

“Sorry sweetie, no. You had your fun, now I’m having mine.” Mason said as he pushed you along with him toward the bedroom. For someone angry he seemed too calm, but Mason was someone who liked to take out his anger with actions, not words. “Okay, do you remember our safe word?”

You looked into his eyes, dark with so much lust, and answered almost breathlessly, “Saturn.”

“Right.” He spoke and threw you on the bed. You fell on your ass on the mattress with your legs spread. You stood there enjoying the view as Mason took off his shirt. “I want you on all fours. And don’t take off your dress.”

You immediately did as he asked, resting your hands and knees on the mattress. Your dress still covered your breasts and was hiked up to your waist, revealing your ass covered only by a turquoise thong. You noticed Mason approaching, but he didn’t touch anywhere on your hips, instead he reached into one of the dresser drawers and pulled out a rope.

Then he reached around you, brought your wrists together, and pulled them forward so that your chest and chin were against the mattress, keeping your knees in the same position. He tied them together tightly and connected the other end of the rope to the headboard of the bed. You tried to pull, but it was useless, and he smiled proudly.

Mason returned to the end of the bed facing your pert ass and at his mercy. “So hot.” He smoothed one of your butt cheeks before leaving a hard slap there that made you jump forward and have a crazy urge to lock your knees, but you didn’t do it knowing he wouldn’t like it. You felt his hands go up your lower back to the top of your dress, but instead of pulling the zipper down, Mason positioned both hands on either side of you and used the force of his muscles to rip the fabric in two. The sound of the material being torn strangely turned you on more. “That’s what I wanted to do with that damn dress all night.” He threw the rags on the floor and climbed onto the bed, standing over you. “Is that what you wanted to show everyone?” He asked with his lips to your ear pulling at the thin straps of your panties, you could feel his hard cock pressing against your ass and moaned in response. “Are you proud or do you want to make an apology, babygirl?”

“I’m sorry, daddy. Please forgive me. I just don’t know what’s gotten into me. But I’ll be your good girl from now on, I promise.” You whimpered and a cocky grin appeared on his face, Mason pulled away and squeezed your ass before he started slapping you a few times.

With each slap your pussy became wetter and wetter for him. You could feel your ass burning, and you could imagine the marks of Mason’s hands on your naked ass. All you wanted at that moment was for him to fuck you, and it was almost a relief to your ears when you heard the sound of your jeans being opened. Mason stood naked, he pulled the fabric of your panties aside and placed the head of his cock against your entrance, you moved your hips back wanting him to come inside you, but he held your movements back by the waist.

“I don’t think you’re being very sincere.” Another slap, this time harder and you groaned with the sting.

“Please, daddy, fuck me.” You dragged your voice out and whimpered, the way you knew Mason liked it when you begged. You started to think that maybe he wanted to punish you while he was fucking you and that couldn’t be any better, but before you could finish your thought, you felt his hard cock start to stretch your pussy. He grabbed your hair, pulling your head back, and pushed his cock in with a long, hard thrust that made you let out a loud moan.

His cock never stopped surprising you, always stretching you to the limit and pounding you until you were screaming. This time was no different, Mason combined the frantic movements of his hips with unexpected slaps on your ass and you groaned for both, losing your senses as the pleasure grew inside you.

He then began to fuck you as hard as he could by pulling your hair and pulling you back to him, causing my orgasm to increase instantly, but you knew he wouldn’t let you cum so easily. Mason’s chest clamped down on your back again and he pulled your head by your chin to look at him.

“Do you like it when I fuck you like this?” He asked, with slow but strong hip movements that levered your body forward. Your fingers twitched, both your toes still in the heeled sandals Mason wouldn’t let you take off, and the fingers of your hands, caught in the ropes.

“Yes, daddy, I love it when you fuck my pussy this way. Please let me cum today.”

“You won’t cum until I tell you if you can. Brats like you don’t deserve to cum until you’ve earned it.” He pulled away, paralyzing your movements, but without removing his penis from inside you. You could feel your pussy pulsing around him, needing more movement. Mason pulled down your panties, the only piece of clothing still on your body, ripping the straps apart. He crumpled the piece in his fist and leaned in again. “Open.” He indicated your mouth and you did so quickly and Mason placed your panties there serving as a nice morass. “Well, if you can’t talk you can’t ask to cum.”

He smiled satisfied, and with that Mason began to fuck your pussy without inhibition. One of his hands slid down to meet your clitoris and he began to stimulate you precisely, pushing you to your limits. You moaned disconnected words, writhing your body and feeling your legs shaking. Your breathing was a total mess, and you prayed that he would let you cum soon. You loved to feel his control, his authority, and his dominance, it drove you completely crazy and you felt like you could cum at any moment. It was hard to hold on if all you could think about since Mason came home that day was this orgasm.

You closed your eyes, feeling the tears roll down and your toes curl. You tried to hold back as long as you could, but it was impossible and you ended up cumming without his permission. You tried to cover it up, so that Mason wouldn’t notice, but he knew your body and your every reaction. The sensation was overwhelming, it was always like this when you had sex with him, but you knew that Mason would not be happy.

He stopped what he was doing, and slapped your ass and growled in your ear “I told you no cumming”. He slapped you again before grabbing your ass cheeks and spreading them. “Jesus, Y/N, what the hell do I do with you?”

You felt him pull out of you, and Mason turned you over on the bed, making you lie on your stomach with your arms crossed in an X shape. You looked at him as if to ask what he was going to do, but the panties in your mouth prevented you from speaking. At least he hadn’t blindfolded you, that was good. Mason reached into one of the dresser drawers and pulled out a vibrator. You followed him with your eyes as he positioned himself in front of you again, he kissed his way up your belly, up between the valley of your breasts, your sternum to your neck.

"You really should have tried harder not to cum without permission.” A hesitant grunt crept up your throat as you felt the tip of the vibrator on your clitoris. “Oh, you like having an orgasm, do you? Well then, I’m going to give you eight more of them. What do you think, Y/N?” You swallowed dryly as he turned on the device and the slow vibrations began. Mason slid his cock into your pussy starting with slow movements. Moans escaped your mouth through the fabric as he increased the speed.

Mason pulled your panties out of your mouth and bit your bottom lip, you cried out instantly as he started fucking you harder. He increased the speed of the vibrator and it dragged you to the edge again and you teased by squeezing around again, but your release didn’t make him stop.

“Daddy…” You said with difficulty as the intense vibrations forced you to feel everything again without a time gap, making your skin more sensitive.

“What’s with all that screaming? You’re sensitive, you say, babygirl?” He said smoothing your face, but without stopping his hip movements or slowing down the speed of the vibrator. “Well that’s not my problem. I’m doing you a favor! Since you like having orgasms so much, I’m giving you more of what you want…my word, that’s a lot of noise you’re making.” Mason let out a cocky laugh watching you flail and shimmer under him, in his control. You groaned senselessly feeling the endorphin binding and the sense of well-being for the third time again.

Your juices were making everything too wet and you could feel the liquids soaking your legs and the mattress. You contracted your stomach squealing as the waves continued, Mason looked at you, he was about to cum too, but wanted to prolong it as long as possible so that you would learn your lesson and not be a cynical brat who cummed without permission again. You started trying to hold off your next orgasm in an attempt to delay a little the pain caused by multiple orgasms. “Am I going to have to tie you down? You don’t think you can have another orgasm?” You shook your head to the side, your breathing was unregulated and your body was sweating as if you were inside a hot sauna. “Oh, I don’t think that’s true. I believe in you, Y/N. And I’m patient enough to keep doing this for as long as it takes.”

You sighed because it was still good, Mason clamped his mouth to yours and you pulled at the rope wanting to hold him, fix his back, your fingers itched to touch him so it was great when he decided to kiss you because at least your mouth you could control. “What an interesting color you’re turning. Maybe I should go faster.” You groaned intensely and bit his shoulder. “Well, that certainly made the noise louder.” You tried to bite down on his cocky smile, but he deflected by moving his mouth down to your breasts and biting your nipples, one at a time. “Oh, there we go.” The noise echoed in the room as you reached your fourth orgasm of the night. “See, I told you you could do it again, you begged so hard for it today.”

Mason made you cum twice more with the vibrator and before you could ask him to stop he turned the toy off and dropped it on the bed. Your body was getting hypersensitive and the stitches painful, but he always seemed to know your limits before you needed to use the safe word. You relaxed, grateful that he didn’t keep his word of eight orgasms.

You felt his thrusts for a few more seconds inside you, this time more rhythmical and less rough until he came. You clung your legs around his waist as he came with his face pressed against your neck. He sprinkled tender kisses there and on your collarbone.

After that he released you and sat you down to clean you up. He gave you some water and then pulled you so that you were lying with him while he kissed your face and caressed your body. He was as good with aftercare as he was good at fucking you. Always putting your emotional, physical and mental needs first.

“Are you okay, baby?” he asked and you shook your head raising your hands to mess up his hair and your head to kiss him.

“I’m fine.”

“You know I love you right?” you confirmed with your head laying on his chest as he stroked your hair. “But your punishment isn’t over yet. I hope you enjoyed it because I’m not giving you any more of that for a week.”

You smiled, listening to his heartbeat, that would be another hard week.

[the-purest-wolf]

Biały puch - [ Cristiano&Leo] - RPF Football

Głupoty, same głupoty. Pisana dosyć chaotycznie, krótka historyjka o snajperze z alergią.  _____________________ Młody mężczyzna niczego się nie spodziewał. Cris w normalnych okolicznościach mógłby się zastanawiać kto i dlaczego chciałby pozbyć się tego niezdarnego faceta. Jednak nie tym razem. 

Niczego nieświadomy brunet czytał książkę w parku. Ławka znajdowała się na uboczu, z dala od zgiełku turystów, tuż przy wodzie. W sam raz, by potem pozbyć się ciała. Rzeka wyglądała niepozornie, jednak nurt był na tyle silny, by w mgnieniu oka porwać dorosłego człowieka, a dno na tyle zdradliwe, że z pewnością ukryje denata. 

Cris leżał ukryty w krzakach na wzniesieniu powyżej ławki bruneta. To było dobre miejsce.

Do czasu. 

Cris zacisnął szczękę marszcząc przy okazji nos, chcąc odegnać nieprzyjemne uczucie swędzenia. Czuł ciepło ogarniające twarz jak i łzy cisnące się do oczu. Nieprzyjemne kręcenia w nosie narastało doprowadzając Crisa do szału. Cholera - pomyślał zdejmując dłoń ze spustu broni ukrytej w krzakach. Zacisnął kciuk i palec wskazujący na nosie chcąc powstrzymać nieubłagane kręcenie w zatokach. Kątem oka zauważył jak głowa bruneta znika z celownika snajpera walczącego z alergią. Młody mężczyzna chował właśnie książkę do torby, zbierając się z ławki.

Psia krew!

Cris zacisnął zęby opuszczając palce na spust, przyłożył załzawione oczy do celownika pociągając nosem. Zadowolony uśmiechnął się widząc dużą, ciemną głowę na trajektorii lotu pocisku, który zaraz miał zakończyć żywot faceta poniżej... ... a potem spadło to białe cholerstwo i wszystko poszło do diabła. 

Cris kichnął uderzając czołem o miękką trawę, zdradzając tym samym swoje położenie niedoszłemu celowi. Kątem oka zauważył zmieszanie na twarzy bruneta. 

- Halo?

Cris wziął wdech, by odpowiedzieć mężczyźnie, wyjść z twarzą z obecnej sytuacji, jednak biały puch spadł wprost na jego nos przyprawiając o salwę kichnięć. Ledwo co widział przez łzy, smarki spływały po wargach duszącego się snajpera. 

- Wszystko w porządku? - głos bruneta zdawał się być coraz bliżej, mężczyzna wspinał się po wzniesieniu zmierzając wprost do kryjówki Crisa. 

Za mało mu płacili za to gówno - pomyślał czując smak smarków na języku. Resztkami sił wepchnął broń głęboko w krzaki, samemu zaś próbując się z nich wyczołgać. Kroki były coraz bliżej. 

- Hej, nic Ci nie jest? 

Cris wypadł z krzaków ocierając twarz, jednak zabieg ten sprawił, że jedynie rozmazał gluty po całej skórze. Dłonie snajpera lepiły się nieprzyjemnie.

Och, Marcelo nie da mu żyć jak tylko o tym usłyszy.

- Czekaj, pozwól mi... 

Cris poczuł na twarzy palce bruneta, które delikatnie złapały go za żuchwę obracając w lewo. Mokra tkanina opadła na oczy snajpera ostrożnie sunąc ku ustom i nosowi, zbierając gluty rozmazane na jego opalonej skórze. 

Uch, obrzydliwe - pomyślał przełykając ślinę. Cris uchylił oczy wpatrując się w swoją niedoszłą ofiarę. 

Lionel Messi, lat 24.

- W porządku? 

Wielkie, czarne oczy wpatrywały się ze zmartwieniem w oszołomionego Crisa. Uroczy - pomyślał z roztargnieniem chwytając blade palce Leo, które ten wciąż trzymał na twarzy snajpera. 

- Teraz tak, dzięki - wychrypiał oddychając przez usta. Cris czuł jak smarki rozpierają mu nieprzyjemnie zatoki, biały puch sunął leniwie po niebie rozwiewany przez podmuchy wiatru.

Jak mógł przegapić te cholerne pyłki?

- Um, chusteczkę? - Leo wyglądał na speszonego wpatrując się w ciemne palce trzymającego go Crisa. Mokra, granatowa koszulka treningowa nadal wisiała w drugiej dłoni bruneta. 

Facet, zawsze przed treningiem spędzał wolną godzinę w parku. Jednak tym razem miał nie wrócić. 

- Poproszę - wychrypiał puszczając blade palce Leo. Zaczynała boleć go głowa.

Czemu akurat dzisiaj musiał zapomnieć leków na alergię?

Cris przegapił szansę na oddanie strzału, przez co cel nadal żył. Szlag, by to.

- Co robiłeś w krzakach? - spytał zaciekawiony brunet podając niedoszłemu zabójcy opakowanie chusteczek. Młody mężczyzna wpatrywał się w niego wielkimi oczyma czekając na odpowiedź. Blade palce ściskały mokry materiał nieużytej dotąd koszulki treningowej.

Dlaczego ktoś chciałby pozbyć się tego faceta?

Cris westchnął wyjmując z paczki papierową chusteczkę. Rozwinął materiał wydmuchując w niego nos. Wydzielina z zatok opuściła nozdrza snajpera pozwalając mu nabrać wdech. 

- Goniłem kota przyjaciela, niestety sukinsyn uciekł - mruknął wpatrując się w zużytą chusteczkę w dłoni. Poniekąd mogła być to prawda, w końcu Marcelo miał kota i Cris mógłby go gonić. Kiedyś.

- Och, przykro mi. - Leo spojrzał żałośnie na Crisa przywodząc na myśl smutnego szczeniaka. Lubił psy, były dużo bardziej towarzyskie, niż koty. Wielkie, czarne oczy spotkały się z zamyślonym wzrokiem snajpera. - Może pomogę Ci go szukać?

Och.

Rozbawiony Cris zaśmiał się zaczesując włosy do tyłu. Młody brunet wyglądał jak podekscytowany szczeniak spoglądający z nadzieją na właściciela dzierżącego ulubioną zabawkę.

Uroczy. Doprawdy uroczy - pomyślał wpatrując się z zamyśleniem w ciemne oczy, szpiczaste uszy i puszyste, czarne włosy Leo.

- Och, myślę, że znalazłem coś o wiele ciekawszego - wymruczał Cris wodząc wzrokiem po zgrabnym ciele młodego mężczyzny. Słodki rumieniec zabarwił blade policzki bruneta. 

Czasem Cris nadal zastanawiał się dlaczego niektóre cele trzeba sprzątnąć, jednak temu mógł poświęcić odrobinę czasu. Czarne spodnie ładnie opinały umięśnione uda czerwonego jak wiśnia bruneta.

W końcu jutro też był dzień, a Cris bardzo chciał zobaczyć to blade ciało wijące się pod nim z rozkoszy.

Biały puch opadał powoli na tle błękitnego nieba. 

Wiosna, topole kwitły.

[lovemenowmr]

Chapter thirty four

Our boat took us to Puerto Real, a town north from Boqueron. It was also beautiful, it was smaller than the previous one but it had the same character. The houses were full of colour and the streets were filled with life and joy, there wasn’t a market in there but there was a few stands over the streets.

“Liebe” Marco suddenly said as we were walking down the streets ”Look at that”

I looked at where he was motioning to and I saw a white-haired man with slightly dark skin and glasses was standing in the street with an easel and huge pieces of paper, drawing and painting tourist who paid them.

“You want him to make a drawing of us?” I asked him.

“Yes” he said “I could hang it up on my walls”

“OK” I said smiling at the fact that he wanted to put a drawing of us up on his house.

We waited until the queue was gone and then I approached the man.

“Hola” I said motioning me and Marco “¿Podria pintarnos, por favor?”

(Hi, Could you do please make a drawing of us?)

“Por supuesto” the man answered me with a deep voice “Colocaros en el círculo blanco que hay en el suelo, por favor”

(Of course, I can. Coud you place yourselves onto the white circle on the floor, please)

We placed ourselves in said circle and posed next to each other, Marco’s arm around my waist as I leaned a bit against him. It wouldn't have been difficult to stay put for a while if it wasn’t for Marco continuously tickling my side and making me giggle and skim away from him. I kept apologizing to the poor man, who was laughing behind his easel, I was sure he would make an awful painting just to get back at us.

“Marco” I said annoyed “Stop it.”

“Why?” he asked “You’re going to be smiling after all”

“Marco, stop being childish please, let the poor man work”

“I’m not being childish” he said “I just like to hear your laugh”

“You’re not getting out of this by being charming” I stated crossing my arms.

“But it’s true” he said pouting and making the worst “sad puppy” face I’ve ever seen in my life.

“Did that ever work on someone?” I asked laughing.

“What do you mean?” he asked surprised.

“You can’t puppy face” I informed him still laughing.

“That’s not what I was trying to do?” he mocked me.

“What was it then?” I retorted crossing my arms.

“Nothing” he said “I was doing nothing”

“Sure” I said smirking “Let’s get back to posing”

Me and Marco placed ourselves again where we previously were and I apologize once more to the white-haired man, this time being my fault as well and not just Marco’s.

“Ya está listo señorita” the guy said after a long while.

(It’s done, young lady)

I told Marco that our drawing was ready and he let go the longest sigh I’ve ever heard as he was starting to get impatient again, not being used to stay put for a long while, always being active. I laugh at him and the man motioned us to go and see.

My jawline went to the floor as I saw the picture, in the little time we had been there he had managed to create a beautiful piece of art, full of colour and emotion. Marco and I were the focus but behind us there was a beautiful world of colour and life, that seemed to be moving on the canvas.

On top of that the people he had drown looked exactly just like us, and he had even draw the way my motions changed the fabric of my jumpsuit and the way my feet were slightly on tip toes so I didn’t look so small next to Marco. He had draw me with a huge smile and looking up at Marco, slightly turned to the side, Marco’s arm around my waist as mine was resting on his chest, right next to his sunglasses. My right leg was bent and lifted a little as I laughed, my hair falling down my back and hiding part of my face, which you could only see half of it.

On the other hand Marco’s body was facing the canvas but his head was slightly aside and looking down at me with adoringly eyes, which I was so fascinated to really comprehend and feel even though it was a painting. The arm that wasn’t on my waist was hanging at his side, with his hand hid into the pocket of his jeans. His hair was puffy and it looked so nice that you wanted to roam your hands over it like it was the real Marco, the different endings were pointing into different directions, hair slightly wavy because of the sea salt.

“Es impresionante” I told the men “Me encanta”

(It’s impressive. I love it)

“Gracias, jovencita” the white-haired painter answered me with king eyes.

(Thank you, young lady)

“Tell him I love it” Marco said from behind me.

“Te dice que a el también le gustó mucho la pintura”

(He’s saying he also loves the painting)

“Son muy amables” the painter said with modesty.

(You’re way to kind)

“Y usted es un artista” I told him sincerely.

(And you truly are an artist)

We said our goodbyes after we had paid him extra for the job because we both have loved the painting so much. We were almost running out of time so, Marco grabbed the canvas and place it under his arm while he grabbed my hand with his other hand and we headed back to the pier as it was getting late and we had to leave soon in order to get in time for dinner.

The ride back to the resort was as peaceful as it had been our departure sooner that day. The water was extremely calm and our presents were placed at our feet. I was throwing my legs on Marco’s as I was letting my right arm touch the water, the waves from the boat crashing against my hand, refreshing my skin and splashing all over my arm. Marco was taking several pictures of our ride, careful not to show our presents so he could send them to his family.

“Hiii” we heard Manuela on the other side. “How’s your trip going?”

Marco and I had just had breakfast and we were laying outside, on the deck’s armchairs, with the iPod on the table while we skyped Marco’s parents. Since it was Sunday Marco’s parents were not alone but Yvonne and Nico were also there, they were all sitting in their living room’s biggest couch, Nico on his grandfather’s lap.

“We’re perfect” Marco said smiling “Do you want to see our room?”

“Yeahhhhh” Nico said clapping into the little screen.

Marco got up and showed them our room, going into every little detail there was while I stayed sat on the armchair for a while since he was being so meticulous.

“She’s there” I heard him say after a while.

I turned my head to my side and I saw him coming back to the terrace with the tablet on his hands, motioning the camera towards me. I waved my hand and smiled even though I didn’t exactly knew who wanted to talk with me, but knowing at the same time that I would be delighted to talk with anyone of them.

“Mum asked for you” Marco said giving me a peck on my temple as he sat down on the chair next to mine.

“Hi Manuela!” I said as I saw her on the screen, the living room empty now “Have they go away? Was Marco that boring?”

“Oh Darling” she laughed “You know he is”

“I’m right here” Marco said pretending to be offended.

“We know” I said kissing his cheek.

“Adi, are you having a good time?” Manuela asked.

“I am” I said “I’m in love with the pool actually, I could spend there all day”

“I have to force her out when she starts to shrinkle” Marco remarked.

“That was one time” I said tearing my eyes from the screen and throwing him a glare.

“Let the poor girl alone, Marco” Manuela scolded his son.

“Thanks” I said blowing her a kiss while Marco rolled his eyes.

“I’ll leave you too” she said “We’re going to eat”.

“OK. Bye Manuela” I said as I bid her goodbye with my hand.

“Bye Mum” Marco said as well.

He closed the screens and put the tablet aside. “What do we do now?” he asked.

“I’m going to the pool” I said as he barked a laugh.

[iwriteficsandtragedies]

Silver Linings

Player: Trent Alexander-Arnold

Request: She's been having a hard time whilst he's away on int break and notices when she's at his game. She asks him how he knew because she his it well and Trent replies 'I can read you like a book, your my missus, I need to take care of you' and he helps her with her problems.

Warnings: an f-bomb; short again! The gears are creaky but they’re moving :)

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Trent could recognize when she’s had a rough day. For one, a room would be sparkling clean. For another, the house would smell of her mother’s chocolate chip cookies.

When he returned from international break that night, the entire house was spotless, and there were stacks of cookies on the kitchen bar.

“What happened?”

“Nothing’s happened.” She was still reaching up with the duster at the imaginary cobwebs in the corner of the ceiling. He snorted. “‘Scuse you.”

“I can read you like a book, babe, or at least the state of the house. What happened?”

She gave up on the cobwebs, flopping into the fresh cotton-scented sofa. “I got fired.”

“You what?”

She covered her face with her hands, slumping further into herself so he could barely hear her. “I got fired. My services were no longer needed.”

“Oh, babe.” He fell in next to her, arms around her shoulders as she started to cry. “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry.” He wasn’t sure what to say next, actually figured it was better not to say anything, so he just held her. Her independence was so important to her.

“It’s fucking stupid,” she said after awhile, pulling away and wiping at her eyes. “They only let me go because I was the most recent hire.” He couldn’t relate. He’d only ever “worked” as a footballer. So he remained quiet. “I really liked it there.” “I’m sorry,” he repeated. “Do you want comfort? Ideas? Want me to talk shit about them?”

She smiled, even laughed a little. “I don’t know.”

“Well,” he said, smoothing her damp hair away from her forehead. “You’ve been talking about writing your book for years, or finishing it I guess. Seems you’ve got some free time now.” She scoffed. “Why not?”

“I can’t just write a book, Trent.”

“Why?” She opened her mouth to reply, but didn’t speak. He smirked. “Take three months. Write. You’re a third of the way finished, anyway.” She pursed her lips, raised a brow. He loved it when she looked at him like that.

“And you’ll just take care of your little missus?”

“Like it’s my job,” he grinned, and he kissed her on the forehead. She pretended to wretch, but she snuggled into him.

“Alright.” She exhaled heavily. “Now what are we going to do with all these cookies?”

[iwriteficsandtragedies]

Hooked

Request: Teach Mason a new skill? Like a homey skill like knitting or cooking! Thank you!

Player: Mason Mount

Warnings: just probably the shortest thing I’ve ever written?

Author’s note: idk how to knit, but I do crochet :)

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Mason watched her work the yarn with her fingers and the hook, captivated by how nimbly she maneuvered it. Her sister was due any day, and she’d decided her incoming nephew needed a homemade bear.

“How’d you learn to do that,” he asked, and she answered him without looking up.

“You can learn anything on YouTube.”

“Surely not anything.”

“I’ve fixed the toilet twice now, haven’t I? This is easy compared to plumbing.”

“Can you show me?”

She looked up at him. “Really?”

He shrugged. “Gotta pass the time til the PlayStation’s fixed.”

“Hard to break a metal needle, too.” She grinned down at the yarn in her hands, and he shoved at her shoulder. He’d thrown a controller a week ago and managed to topple the console off the shelf in the process. It had been an expensive lesson in stress management.

She handed him a hook and a smaller ball of yarn. “You can start with a scrap ball.” She showed him how to start a slip knot and follow with a chain of stitches - the first part was easy enough, getting the initial chain. The next bit was… less easy. It looked smooth and fast when she was doing it, but in his hands the yarn bunched up and twisted. “It’s alright,” she said, “just pull here…”

Like magic the strand unwound itself. He started again, and this time he followed her more closely, painfully slowly. The yarn wound and flowed around his fingers and hook, not as smoothly as hers but soon he had a decent-looking row of single stitches.

“So that’s one row. Now, to turn, you make a chain… turn… no, keep your hook in your right hand, just flip the yarn in your left. And now you just do the same thing you just did.”

He didn’t need to ask for help to turn again at the end of the row. Before he knew it, he’d made a perfect 8 x 8 square and she was beaming at him. “You’re good at this!”

“Am I?” He turned the square around, tugging at the edges. “What can we even use this for?”

“Nothing,” she smiled, “but you have to start somewhere.”

Mason tightened the knot at the end of his square. “How do I make that?” He draped an arm over her shoulder, scooting in closer to her.

“A thousand hours of practice and minimum twenty restarts,” she said, resuming her work on the plushie. “There’s different stitches and a different way to start.”

His mouth turned up in a smile. It would be another two weeks til he got his PlayStation back anyway. “I want to learn.”

She leaned back into him, flexing her fingers at the end of a row. “Well I’ll teach you, honey. We’ll go to the yarn store tomorrow.”

“Little man will have so many blankets,” he said. “Matching jumpers. Scarves. Hats!” This was exciting.

“Easy, killer,” she chuckled. “You’ve got a lot to learn.”

“Well, at least my teacher’s pretty.”

[iwriteficsandtragedies]

Victory - Jadon Sancho

Part of the Victory series of imagines

Player: Jadon Sancho

Warnings: none (wait actually grad school is terrifying)

Jadon turns his key as quietly as he can, wincing when the deadbolt echoes with a bang through the foyer anyway. She’s reassured him a dozen times that he can be as loud as he wants, she sleeps through everything, but he still feels bad when he comes home late and she’s already asleep. The life of a grad student and the schedule of a footballer aren’t always the most compatible.

Her laptop is still open on the kitchen island, but locked on the photo of her and her friends at her favorite pub in Dortmund, on their last night there. He pauses, guilt familiar and heavy in the pit of his stomach. She hasn’t been in a real classroom in nearly three years, and while they’ve moved “home,” she had to leave all her friends behind to do it. She sacrifices so much just to go to bed alone most nights.

“Boo.” One would think after years of jump scares he’d expect her to sneak up on him, but he lets out a yelp when she pinches at his waist.

“You’re going to do that one day and I’m going to fall down and break something.” He grabs for her hands, still trying to tickle him. “Thought you were asleep?”

She tucks her arms around him with a sigh and a tired smile. “Reading. Trying to get a head start on this next paper.”

“My little overachiever.” He returns her hug. “Did you watch the match?”

She nods into his chest. “Brilliant as always.”

“All fifteen minutes,” he chuckles, and she yawns. “Let’s get you to bed.”

“Hat trick next weekend,” she says, arm around his waist as they take the stairs two by two. “I can feel it.”

“You’re jinxing it.”

“I prefer to think of it as speaking it into existence.” She yawns again. “So I’ve been invited to a hen do this weekend.”

“Yeah?”

“I don’t know. I don’t really know the girl that well.”

It would do her good to get out, he thinks, it’s just been her and him for weeks now. “Go,” he urges. “I’ve got work stuff anyway.”

“Yeah.” She settles herself into bed, watching him undress. “I guess.”

He joins her, taking her hands in his and kissing her palms. “I’m sorry. I know you miss your friends.”

“It’s just an adjustment,” she reassures him. “I wanted this too.” She turns her back to him so he can spoon around her. “You were fantastic today, really.”

“Felt good,” he admits. “Hat trick next week, eh?”

“Jinx.”

[iwriteficsandtragedies]

Overkill

Request: Leon fluff (usually I’d require a much more detailed request but I happen to have something in mind so call it your lucky day)

Warnings: none

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“Leon, no.”

“Leon, yes!” The look you gave Joshua could have withered a sunflower, but he only grinned at you. “It’ll be fun.”

“It’ll be madness.” The two of them were trying to convince you to agree to let Leon buy an old fire engine, something you hadn’t even known was a thing someone could do until tonight. “Where would we even put it?”

“In the back, that space between the trees. It’s perfect.” Leon’s eyes were fixated on his phone, flipping through the listing pictures. “We’ll turn the top into a clubhouse, build a slide in that opening right there, see?”

“Leon.”

“Come on, you’re the cool parents!” Joshua insisted on adding his two cents again. “My godson needs a fire truck.”

“Your godson is six months old. He needs nappies and milk.”

“And a fire truck!”

Hours later, after you’d seen the Kimmiches off, Leon sat in the overstuffed rocker, humming softly to the sleeping baby while you washed the few remaining dishes. You could see him still scrolling the eBay ad with one hand. “Leon,” you huffed, drying your hands. “Babe, we cannot buy a freaking fire truck. Do you see yourself?”

“Your mother’s a scrooge,” he cooed. “Daddy just wants to get his boy a present.”

“He can’t even walk yet,” you laughed. “He can’t talk! How do you even know he’d like it?”

“All children like fire trucks,” he said, getting to his feet and strolling towards you. “It’s a fact.”

“I think,” you said, slipping an arm around his waist and smoothing your hand over the baby’s soft hair. “I think you need to think about how it’s going to look buying such a wildly expensive thing for a baby.”

He raised an eyebrow. “We work hard.”

“We do,” you agreed. “You do. But we did agree we wouldn’t raise a spoiled brat.”

He lowered his lips to the baby’s head, pensive, brow furrowed. Your son took a deep, snuffing breath in his sleep, his tiny little fist curling into Leon’s shirt. “It would be so cool, though.”

“How about an age-appropriate playhouse instead?”

His gold-flecked eyes met yours, hopeful, and you smiled.

“We can get it custom built, shaped like a firetruck.”

He grinned. “With a horn?”

“Honey, he cries when I vacuum,” you laughed, shifting the child from Leon’s arms to yours. It was time to settle him into his crib for the night.

“The horn is for me and Kimmich!”

[iwriteficsandtragedies]

Hush Hush

Request: secret Sergio Aguero relationship

Warnings: a little smutty talk

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How much longer?

If he texts her again she’s going to lose it. Like he’s never been stuck in a meeting before. She hides her phone under the conference table, which is ridiculous since she’s the highest-ranking member in here and could surf Facebook for all anyone would care. Everyone texts their boyfriend at work, but not everyone sits on the board at Old Trafford with the Etihad’s striker waiting at home.

I’m busy.

Who are you buying?

You, and then we’ll loan you to Stoke.

I like Stoke.

He sends her a picture of a sheet pan full of veggies and several steaks ready for the grill. Her stomach growls, and her seat neighbor peers over at her.

“We could finish this Monday,” he mutters. “It’s not getting done done til next year anyway.”

“That’s why you’re my favorite,” she replies under her breath, and much to everyone’s delight she dismisses them all for the weekend. But it’s still another hour before she can text Sergio that she’s on her way home.

She flips through her socials in the back of the Uber. He’s been getting a bit too ballsy with his Instagram stories; that’s clearly her grill on her patio he’s filmed. Not that anyone outside her tight inner circle would recognize it. Even before they met and fell for each other, she kept a hard line between her personal life and her work life. All her accounts are private and without her full name, but she still gets nervous that someone will figure out who she is. She often thinks she’ll just delete it all.

His smiling face and dancing hips greet her at the door. “Finally,” he says, spinning her through the foyer before she can even get out of her shoes. “I’ve been waiting all day.”

“Some of us have real jobs,” she teases, letting him take the lead. She is not a dancer, in any sense of the word, but he loves to dance and apparently loves to dance with her. He dips her dramatically, a broad smile on his face. “You’re in a good mood.”

“It’s been a good week.” He plants a kiss on her, spinning her again. “And now you’re home.” Oh, he’s so handsome when he smiles. “And the steaks are almost done.”

“Good,” she laughs. “I’m starving.” He leaves her to change out of her work clothes, and by the time she’s got her sweats and slippers on he has everything laid out and ready for her to dig in. She feels luckiest when Sergio cooks.

“You haven’t moaned like that since that night in Tenerife,” he says when she takes her first bite.

“I should at least still be able to walk after dinner,” she replies. She remembers that night vividly, and while this steak isn’t quite as orgasmic, it’s pretty damn good.

“Maybe,” he winks, grabbing her thigh under the table. “Maybe not.” He watches her for a moment. He looks thoughtful.

“Thinking of Tenerife?” She is. She’s thinking they should try the thing from the balcony again.

“Thinking of when I retire.”

“Oh?” That’s new. “Something I should know?”

“No.” He squeezes her leg again. “But the day I do, you’re moving in.”

“Am I, now,” she smiles, and he nods. “What if I want you to move in here?”

He shakes his head. “You have a tiny garden. I’d kick a ball through a window.”

He’s got a point. She also realizes his retirement is still years away. “Do we have to hide for that long?”

“You’re the who’d get sacked.”

“Ass.”

“We don’t have to hide anything, amor. I’ll shout my love for you from the rooftops.” He gets to his feet, taking her chin between his thumb and forefinger to press a soft kiss to her lips. “I think you like feeling naughty, though.”

“You like feeling naughty.” Neither of them are wrong. It’s been a year, but feeling like they’re getting away with something is still a little exciting.

“I do.” He lays another kiss on her lips. “Maybe we should…” His voice trails off, his finger tracing over the neckline of her shirt. “Go get into some trouble?”

She nips at his full bottom lip with a smile. “Race you to the bedroom.”

[iwriteficsandtragedies]

Never

@footballffbarbiex issued a writing challenge and I hate myself so I picked “Dating your brother’s teammate” and “Let’s get shitfaced instead.” 

Warnings: booze and sex talk

“Boys,” you called, shutting the door with your foot. “Dinner’s here!”

Eric stuck his head out from the kitchen. “And it looks delicious,” he said, licking his lips as he looked you over. You laughed, stepping around him. “Dele’s not home yet.”

“Oh,” you said, setting everything down on the counter. “Where’s he gone?”

“Does it matter?” Eric stood behind you, his arms around your waist and his lips teasing over your neck. “We’re alone.” Your brother was staying with you for a couple of weeks while the plumbing was redone at his place, and while it wasn’t an awful experience, time alone with Eric had been hard to come by. Eric liked having his best friend around more, but Eric also liked being naked with his girlfriend wherever he wanted. He was having a rough time.

You turned in his arms with the intent of a sweet kiss, but he pushed you onto the counter and kissed you like he hadn’t kissed you in ages, hands groping and hips grinding. You let him do what he pleased, enjoying the attention and his quiet little moans. You missed being alone like this, too.

“Honey, I’m home!” Dele slammed the door, and Eric dropped his head into your shoulder with a frustrated growl.

“I hate him.”

You kissed his head. “No, you don’t.”

He looked at you with mournful eyes. “How much longer?”

“Four days.”

“When he leaves, you’re not wearing clothes for a week.”

“You act like we didn’t just have sex this morning,” you laughed, pushing off the counter.

“It’s more fun when you’re loud,” he said in your ear as Dele blew into the kitchen with a bottle of tequila and a case of Corona.

“Party’s here,” he crowed. “We’re celebrating.”

“Celebrating what,” you asked, unpacking the food while Eric set the table.

“The work’s done,” he said. “This is my last night at Casa de Dier.”

You started to snap back that as Eric moved into your flat it was NOT Casa de Dier, thank you, but Eric looked as though he’d been told he won the lottery, and you just smiled. “Aw, that’s great, Del. Can I help you pack, after dinner?”

Dele shook his head no. “Let’s get shitfaced instead.”

“Food first,” Eric said, ever the responsible adult in the room. “Last time your sister had tequila on an empty stomach we almost got married.”

“All your idea,” you retorted, shoving some chicken into your mouth. Eric winked at you. Truthfully, you didn’t know whose idea it had been, as you’d both been too hungover to remember anything the next day. The boys talked shop while you ate, something you were used to even when Dele wasn’t staying with you. He was over for dinner most nights. Dele hadn’t even batted an eye when you and Eric had first started dating, and now more than two years later the three of you were your own little family unit.

“We should play ‘never have I ever,’” Dele said, when the food was finished and the table cleared?

“Liquor or beer?” You were always up for embarrassing your little brother, whether through admitting your own follies or getting him to admit his.

“Beer,” interjected Eric. “I’m not dealing with the two of you shooting tequila all night.”

“You love us.” Dele batted his eyelashes. “Admit it.”

“I love her,” Eric pointed at you. “I keep you around to feel better about my life choices.”

“That’s not what you say on those long, cold nights away from home.” Dele was always quick with a comeback. You loved their banter.

“Come on, beer me and let’s play.” You reached for the beer Eric held. “Me first. Never have I everrr… been to Paris.” You all took a drink. Eric went next with “hugged Dele,” and Dele gave nobody a drink with “seen the pyramids.”

You decided to make it interesting a few turns in. “Never have I ever… kissed a model.” Each man took a drink, Eric blushing. “Oooooo, which one,” you teased, tickling him under the ribs. “Was she blonde?”

“That’s not part of the game,” he said, and you kissed his red cheek.

“Oh, I’ve got one,” said Dele. “Never have I ever kissed an Aston Villa keeper behind a pub!”

You glared at him. “Fuck off.” Eric slapped the table as you took a drink, howling.

“Which one? Who was it???”

“That’s not part of the game,” you mimicked him whining. “Keep laughing and I’ll tell you the whole list that came before you.” He put a hand on your shoulder, still laughing. “I mean it!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Here, I’ll go. Never have I ever pissed myself in front of a girl.”

“You swore on your life you’d never tell a soul, Eric Dier.” Dele looked so angry taking a drink, you weren’t sure what was funnier. You were screaming with laughter.

“I told you, mate. I love her, and I just keep you around for the laughs.” Eric put an arm around your shoulders, drawing you close to him.

Dele’s eyes narrowed. “Never have I ever had sex on Dele’s couch.” You looked up at Eric, who was looking down at you, and you raised your beers in sync for a drink. “I KNEW IT! You’re despicable, the both of you.” Dele grabbed the bottle of tequila and poured himself a shot. “God, I’m going to have to replace the whole living room.”

Eric’s eyes hadn’t left yours. “That was a good night.” It was the night you’d told him you loved him, and he was smiling at the memory.

“I’m gonna throw up, I regret everything.” Dele poured himself another shot, and one for each of you. “Drink, you vile creatures.”

“You asked,” you said, raising your glass. “To your new plumbing.”

“To your last night with us,” said Eric.

“To the bonfire I’m going to have with that couch!” Dele clinked his glass against yours, exhaling loudly after he’d downed the drink. “I should have just stayed in blissful ignorance.”

“Good thing we didn’t tell him about his guest room, eh?

Dele tipped the bottle down his throat.

[footballrecs]

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pairings: isco alarcón/alice (oc) oneshot by: notorious-fiction notes: besides this being super fluffy, it is also a sequel to crush.

[bellinghamount]

Hey, i love your stories, could you do one with Mason Mount based on 34+35 by Ariana Grande? A passionate one, lots of oral and car sex? Pls🥵❤️

34+35 | mason mount

warnings: smut! 34 35 we can 69 it! yes, that's exactly it, semi public sex, throat fuck, dirty talk, sweaty mason 🥵 🥵

word count:  2480

notes: hi!! thanks for the request, and did u believe this is already on my list? I was planning to post it in the next few days 😅 btw I know this took longer than it should have, I had some problems, but it's here now so enjoy it!

"What are you doing tonight?" Y/N asked as Mason parked his car at the curb of her house.

He got out of the car and turned around to open the door for her. When Y/N saw Mason's full body, she felt her legs getting weak. He looked handsome and scented as always, not to mention the well-chosen pieces of clothing.

"Picking you up, so we can watch the movie, wasn't that the deal?" Mason asked, holding the door.

"Oh yeah." She walked past him, taking a seat in the passenger seat. She cursed softly, wishing he had said something else. It was only a short time before she could forget about that fucking movie and drag him by the hand to her apartment, so they could have sex.

She could feel her whole body almost on fire. Y/N had woken up feeling different that morning. At one point during the day, she realized that she was actually really fucking horny. Because of his gaming schedule, it had been over a week since she had seen him. Y/N and Mason had only been dating a few weeks, but she knew when she needed him in a special way.

They had decided to go to a Drive-In Movie, Mason thought it might be fun and different. He liked to be discreet, so he took another car than he usually used with darker windows. Y/N thought it was almost impossible for an outsider to see what was going on inside if the windows were not open, and it was driving her crazy, with her head bubbling with ideas.

All the things she and Mason could do in that car without the people outside having a clue, but every time she looked at him, it didn't feel like he was thinking about sex like she was. Mason drove concentrating, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of the music on the radio.

"What's wrong?" He asked when the car stopped. Mason parked in a spot farther away and away from the other cars, but it was still possible to see the screen. "You look...restless?"

"That seat." Y/N wriggled in her seat as he analyzed her. A smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. The 69 position was something she had been wanting to do with him, and damn, that place seemed like the ideal setting. So she decided to hint at it in a subtle way. "It's uncomfortable."

"Really?"

"Yes, I would be more comfortable if you would let me sit on your lap." She replied, giving him a suggestive smile. Mason smiled back, reaching out to turn the handle on the outside of the seat. He used his legs to drag the seat back until he had more room for both of them there.

Mason slapped himself twice on the leg, and she wasted no time and walked over to him, sitting on one of his thighs. He ran his hand around her waist and Y/N hugged him by the neck.

"We ain't really gonna see the movie, are we?"

"We ain't seein' a thing tonight, Mase." She said before holding his jaw and pulling him into a kiss. Her hands were lost in his hair as she pulled him close to feel every bit of his mouth. Mason slid his hand down her thighs, and there he realized that that dress was too short. She really knew how to arouse him when she wanted to.

"So, Mase, let me ask you again." She pulled away, just enough to look at him and smooth a finger down his cheek. Mason had an exciting unshaven beard, she couldn't wait to feel the friction of the hair between her thighs. "What are you doing tonight?"

"Doin' you right?" he replied, groping her thighs and moving his hands up to her hips.

"That's better."

"Don't you think we'd better go back to your apartment then?" He asked before she could silence his lips with another kiss.

"No!" Y/N looked at his lips, before bringing their faces together to kiss him. She kissed eagerly, making Mason forget the confusion of a second ago and surrender, hugging her tightly. Her hands reached down to the hem of his shirt, and she pulled it up as expertly as she could to bare his torso. Mason kissed his neck as her hands roamed up his chest and down his biceps, leaving an invisible trail of fingernails.

His hands molded the silhouette of her body, squeezing each place with a certain, perfect pressure. But he wanted more, and that position was not the most ideal. "Let's go to the back, then."

Y/N got off his lap and let Mason jump into the back seat first. She almost drooled when she stopped for a second to analyze him standing there, shirtless, with his legs spread and a large bulge marked at his crotch. Y/N gave a little smile and motioned for him to lie down.

Mason lay down with his hands behind his head, longing for the moment she would ride him. She knew he liked it when she was on top because the position gave him an exclusive view of her bouncing tits as she rode his cock intensely. But Y/N had other plans.

His eyes flashed anxiously as she joined him in the back seat, one knee on either side of his body, but Y/N had her back to him. She lowered her hips to the height of the beginning of his ribcage and that made him bring his hands to her ass, automatically.

"What are you doing?"

Y/N looked at him, over her shoulder. "What do you think?"

She said and soon turned her attention to what was right in front of her. She didn't waste much time and soon attacked Mason's belt buckle, of which she easily opened, then took care of the buttons and zipper. She bit her lower lip as she stroked his erection over his panties. Mason let out a groan at the precious touch.

"Looks like we have someone very excited here."

"Oh, sure, talk about me, but I don't even need to touch you to know that your pussy is dripping for me, do I?" Y/N gasped, feeling his fingers squeeze the inside of her thigh.

"No, you don't have to, but I really want you to touch."

"Then suck my dick, my angel, and I'll take you to heaven while you sit on my face."

She smiled excitedly, brought her hands to the hem of Mason's pants and lowered them along with his underwear enough to free his hard cock. She grabbed the base and leaned down until she was face to face with that huge dick she was enchanted by, leaving Mason facing her pussy.

"Where are your panties?" He licked his lips, pulling up her dress.

"I must have forgotten." She replied, holding his cock firmly, giving light kisses to the head and sucking the pre-cum coming out the tip, making Mason moan.

"I guess you already knew where this night was going to end and wanted to move things along." She sighed, feeling his fingers between her pussy lips, and pushed her hips toward him spontaneously.

"You're a lucky one, then."

Y/N said, and Mason smiled, he really was lucky. Y/N was tired of talking, she wanted to use her mouth to do other things. She ran her tongue down his length to his balls, Y/N sucked each one masterfully, running her tongue along his perineum gently making Mason move his hips. He began to work his tongue into the hole of her vagina, feeling each of her muscles contracting around his tongue.

Y/N moved up and put her lips around just the head, sucking and swirling her tongue around as her hand jerked him off. She heard Mason curse softly against her intimacy, knowing he was going to start appealing. He moved his head, scratching her thighs with the hairs of his beard, knowing how much it drove her crazy, before he brought his lips to her clit and began sucking it. Y/N moaned into his dick, beginning to realize that it had become a contest as to which one of them would make the other come first.

She began to speed up her hand movements, and with each one she moved her mouth down a little further, aiming to swallow him completely.

"Fuck, Y/N." Mason let out when he felt himself have his cock entirely in her mouth. He could feel it touch her throat. A cocky grin broke out on his face, and Mason decided to start using his fingers. He shoved two at once into her hole, starting a frantic back and forth while sucking on her clit. Y/N let out grunts that were impossible to understand, Mason's work on her core was making her body soft and relaxed as her orgasm approached, but she couldn't stop her movements.

She began a rhythmic up and down, taking all she could from him with each descent. Y/N could feel his dick throbbing in her throat. God! He was so hot that she knew that that provocative 69 would not be enough to satisfy her that night.

"You taste like fucking candy, Y/N." That made her moan and sigh. Mason was going slow, then fast, making circles, and long strokes, changing the pressure and suction.

Y/N was trying to control her own breathing and help the tension in her muscles as Mason sucked her by thrusting his fingers into her. His tongue seemed to set off a trail of fire that started at the point of her clitoris and ran up her entire body. Her breasts rose and fell as she continued to work on his cock, but Y/N felt that Mason had much greater self-control than she did.

"Damn, Mason, is there anything you don't know how to do with that tongue?" she had to pause to say. He didn't answer, just continued what he was doing, causing her to let out a long moan. Y/N whimpered his name and held his dick with both hands. The muscles in her jaw were hurting, so she just jerked him off. She analyzed Mason's cock for a few seconds, completely drooled by her saliva. That dick was hers, and she wouldn't stop until she saw him cum.

Mason squeezed her ass with his free hand, he wished he could tell how sexy it was to feel her moans vibrating on his cock, but he didn't want to break the rhythm of his movements. He knew that Y/N was almost cumming by the way she was squirming and squeezing around him. He moved one hand down to her hair, grabbing for her scalp, looking for some kind of control as Y/N had his cock in her mouth.

Y/N saw that as great encouragement, so she released the base of his cock and grabbed his thighs to keep her balance. He moved his hips upward, she knew he would cum faster if she let him fuck her mouth for a while. It drove her out of her mind, knowing that her mouth was driving Mason crazy. She moaned and choked at the same time. Mason had skill, but he also knew how to be gentle.

He let go of her hair, leaving her free to keep his focus 100% on her orgasm. Y/N smiled, taking a deep breath and returning to hold the base of his cock to suck it intensely from the tip. The movements of both of them were precise, the car got hotter and hotter and more and more she felt close to exploding. Mason kept the movement of his tongue and fingers faster and more intense, to the point that he had Y/N rolling over in his face. The grunts she let out were incredibly sexy.

Her thighs trembled with anticipation, her heart pounding hard in her chest, her eyes rolling back as she finally released her orgasm. Her body instantly relaxed on top of Mason's, she closed her eyes enjoying every sensation of pleasure, feeling the shock rise through her body and the delight crackle in each of her veins. This was too good to be real. Mason licked and sucked all of her fluids, giving her an incentive to continue working on his cock with quick, rhythmic sucks.

He had to bite the inside of her thigh to keep himself from moaning loudly when he came. Y/N kept his cock in her mouth, swallowing every load of cum. She wouldn't let such a new car get dirty so quickly.

Mason rested his head on the bench and looked up at the ceiling, his hands caressed her thigh as Y/N licked his cock to get it clean. He patted her back twice to get her to stand up. They both sat down, and she jumped up on his lap, arranging her dress. The roots of Mason's hair were wet from sweat, and a few drops were forming on his chest. He was also panting a little, just like he did after a game: sweaty and extremely hot.

He pulled her into a gentle kiss, mixing every taste and texture they could share.

"Are you okay?" He asked, stroking her face, from top to bottom, with the back of his hand.

"Yes, that was amazing!" She exclaimed, clinging her lips to his again. Mason slid his hands down her back gently.

"I don't suppose we'll stop there." He pulled away, brushing his lips against hers in a slight tease, with their noses bumping against each other. Y/N's eyes were glassy and full of energy.

"You supposed right." She began to distribute kisses down his collarbone, down his chin and neck.

"But can we go home?"

"You don't like sex in the car?"

"I do, but..." Mason pulled away a little to look at her, wiping away the strands of hair that hid her face. "I want to take care of you like you're the only girl in the world. There's not much room or freedom here for me to kiss you the way I want to."

"Sure."

Y/N smiled and got off his lap, straightening her own clothes while Mason put on his shirt and zipped up his pants. She jumped into the front seat first, and he went next.

"You have a day off tomorrow, don't you?"

"Yeah, why?" Mason replied, arranging the seat position. Y/N gave him a smile full of mischief, drumming her fingers on his shoulder.

"Nothing, just nice to know I didn't save energy for nothing."

Mason laughed and started the car, knowing that that night, he wouldn't sleep at all.

[footballrecs]

just a memory, and all that we could’ve been

pairings: dejan lovren/lola (oc) oneshot by: varanest