#football kink

[supercap2319]

"You know... I'm getting some not so pure thoughts about seeing you in your jersey and shoulder pads." Y/N smiled, watching Stefan lace his cleats as he was bent over and his football pants were hugging his ass...ets.

Stefan chuckled. "Oh, really? And just what are these so called "not so pure thoughts" that you have?" He stood and looked at Y/N.

"Well, it starts with an empty locker room with just you and me. Then you come to me all sweaty dressed only in your jockstrap and cleats." He wrapped his arms around Stefan's neck.

"Mmm... Sounds hot. And just so you know... I do have to stay late after practice to go over the play by plays over all the games. I could accidentally leave the locker room door open in case anyone wants to drop by and help me out with certain things." Stefan smiled.

"Great. I'll be there."

[chubbedupteen]

My grandma sent me cookies and candy for Halloween. Little does she know not only will I not be sharing it with my friends, I will be eating it all in one sitting

p.s 6 cookies down just getting the right angle🤣🤣

[guytransformedforever]

You were at a party with your friends, had a few drinks and met a couple of nice people. And then….

...you regain consciousness, but you can't move. Hypnotized, confused… In an unfamiliar place in someone else's smelly football uniform. You're aware of everything, but you can't move. You just stare blankly at the guy who brought you here, but his face blurs and you don't understand what he looks like… Your dick is pulling on your shorts and leaking, but you were forbidden to touch it..

then the guy orders, "Well, boy from the football team, suck me good," and your body obeys on autopilot.

Half an hour later, he fills your face with sperm and says, "Stay in this position until the sperm dries up. Then you're free" and goes away forever. Half an hour later, you're back in control of your body. What a horror! What was that?! You're looking around: You're in an unfamiliar hotel room… You're wearing unfamiliar clothes and no underwear. Horrified, you look in the mirror and see an idiotic haircut with bleached hair that wasn't there until recently and the remains of a stranger's sperm.. There's only one question in my head: What the hell happened?!

PS Hi guys :) A friend of mine advised me to post some short stories here from time to time to get rid of the longing. I hope you enjoy it

[andrewmpreg]

Francesco Totti 🇮🇹

[girlw-amermaidtattoo]

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[doodle-empress66]

His hate boner for Alastor is insane

[romangolden68]

( TF story 4 mah broz @golden-logan10, @scott-golden9 and @toxicafaesthetic) Zeus and Hercules were best buddies growing up. Coming from a small town in rural Texas, they grew up together as their families knew each other heavily. During Easter time, Zeus and Hercules would find shiny, golden eggs together as their families discussed grown-up topics, during the 4th of July they would salute the flag together and play with Roman Candles, but their favorite time together was when they played Football on Thanksgiving. Football soon became their bonding activity, for Hercules was exceptionally strong and made for a great Linebacker, while Zeus was Agile with a capital A and made for a great Wide receiver. They grow up playing football, growing to love the sport to the point of reaching the thresh hold of obsession, but they still had another dream; to travel to the United Kingdom after college. Time passed and they grew up, playing football first in Middle School and being the best players on the team. Then they went to High School and were immediately in first string Varsity. Eventually, during their senior year, they would end up as D1 athletes. As a result of working out and playing football for their entire youth, when they both blew out their candles on their shared 18th birthday, they were truly the strongest people in their small town. Alas, they had to leave the small town and head to a big city college, but they both managed to get to the same college on a sports scholarship. At college they were inseparable. Every class they shared, every schedule was the same, it was as if the gods above didn't want them to separate. They even were able to keep their same football positions on the college football team! Life was truly a dream, and yet they still had one wish left: to visit the United Kingdom. Time passed and they completed their classes. with great difficulty, and they were the posterchildren of the schools football team. They managed to graduate, and the College memorialized them with Hercules and Zeus in their gear posing.

Additionally, their families chose to send them tickets to fulfill their dreams. These shiny, golden tickets were a round trip to the United Kingdom! Hercules and Zeus partied that night, celebrating the fulfillment of their wish.

The next day rolls around, and they pack up their items and head off to the airport. Time passes, they go through security, they get their luggage put away, and they board the plane. Antsy with excitement and anticipation, they begin to sweat in their seats, having to open up their shirts. Unfortunately for the other passengers, they forgot to put on deodorant before getting on the plane, oops.

Anyways, the plane takes off during the sunrise, but little did Hercules and Zeus know, that they would not be returning home to the Texas.

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They land in the glorious United Kingdom!

After getting through the airport, they decide to go sight seeing across the city of London. From riding the London eye to watching Big Ben tick away, they loved walking around the city.

However, Hercules and Zeus find themselves in the less developed parts of London after traveling all day. They find themselves taking a short-cut to make it back to the better parts of London. As they are walking through some dirty alleyways, they come across a large, in charge, and incredibly muscular Chav with the name Logan on his clothes. He smirks at Hercules and Zeus, who themselves get a weird vibe from the dude. It also doesn't help that he smells worse than they do, as if he doesn't know what deodorant is. The stranger introduces himself as Logan and asks them if they are in need of some cologne. Hercules and Zeus look at each other, and nod, for they know they do since they themselves left their own colognes at their hotel. The Chav, who introduces himself as Logan, smirks and extends his hand*

And in his hand is the cologne. It looks incredibly cheap and smelling odd, it still stirs the good smell receptors of Hercules and Zeus. They hand Logan some cash and take the cologne.

Logan walks away, stuffing the cash into his baggy pants, leaving Hercules and Zeus to look at the cologne. They both look at each other, and smile. Hercules uncaps the cologne, its smell wafting towards his nose and causing his brain cells to get a bit fuzzy. He then sprays himself and Zeus with the cologne, and puts the cap on again. They both sniff the air, and cough, finding that the cologne has a potent after smell that reeks of... unwashed armpits and jockstraps. They look at each other, worried that they were scammed into buying ineffective cologne.

Unfortunately for them, they did not.

At the same moment, both of their minds clench in an excruciating headache, as if their brain cells were exploding on mass inside their heads. They keel forward and grab their heads, both in pain. Unbeknownst to them however, they are starting to leak golden drool, which is their brain leaving through their mouth. They can only grunt and groan in discomfort and pain as the cologne, stuck and wafting from their skin, keeps flooding into their brains. it is exploding and getting rid of every ounce of brain cell it can find, wanting to purge the brains of the two jocks. Simultaneously, their bodies begin to change. Their muscles expand, the already well-developed coils of muscles flexing and expanding, starting to tear the seams of their clothes. Each muscle fiber ripping and straining, before expanding outwards in a mass growth effect. Their shredded clothes hang to their now overly muscular bodies as thick, blonde hairs sprout from their pits and nether regions. The dense, bushy, blonde hairs already begin to smell, as if they were unwashed and kept sweaty since Hercules and Zeus were 18. Additionally, their feet even tear their white sneakers, leaving them bare-foot!

However, not all is lost, for the headache begins to feel less painful... and actually more pleasurable, as most of the brain cells are completely gone, turned into golden drool that still leaks from their mouths. This pleasure only intensifies as their clothes begin to reform, but they are majorly different. The clothes are now shiny and golden stereotypical Chav clothes. The smell unwashed, and are kind of small, as if Hercules and Zeus never had enough Quid to properly replace their clothes. Their torn shoes soon turn into shiny, golden trainers that reek to the heavens of foot funk and caked sweat. Lastly, their once sizable meat-sticks and fruits expand within their now briefs, their meat-sticks turning into thick, juicy sausage as their fruits grow heavy and swollen with Golden and sticky Chav goo!

After all this, the two find themselves completely and utterly brainless, as the golden drool dries up due to no brain left in their now hollow heads. However, the Cologne fixes that, for it begins to rebuild their brains, but from the ground up. Gone are the former Texan football players, replaced by memories and personalities of two Chav Bruvs growing up in the outskirts of London. Their memories from their childhood are replaced too, for since they were of legal age, they were drinking cheap beer, smoking fags, working out, playing Footie, and being hyper-sexual fuck-bros. Additionally, their personalities change too. They find themselves extremely arrogant, aggressive, cocky, and dominant, with little care for those that aren't their bruvs. The cologne solidifies this by making them drool one gold one last time, and having their eyes turn into golden spirals, leaving their thick, juicy sausages leaking in their now golden and shiny clothes.

They start to chuckle, first softly, then they grab their thick bulges and chuckle like dopes. They look at each other, and smirk. Loving their new looks. For gone are the old Texan Hercules and Zeus, replaced by Chav versions of themselves.

They walk out of the alleyway, cologne in hand, and find Logan facing away from them. He is smirking however, having smelt the putrid musk of his new Chav bruvs a kilometer away. His face straightens as he extends his hand. He asks his new bruv's if they would like to join da chav life, and they smirk like complete idiots and nod their heads.

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Times passes, and Logan, Hercules, and Zeus are all bruv's now. They drink beer. They smoke fags. They work out. They box. They play footie, although their large sizes tend to slow them down, they are hyper-sexual, and they smell each others stank daily! Hercules and Zeus, now nicknamed Chavules and Chavus, are sitting upon golden thrones in the Bruv house. They are going to meet a local gay bro who offered to sniff their trainers and worship their jockstraps, and they couldn't say no. No homo tho! They stare at the doors opposite their thrones, waiting impatiently, their sausages throbbing.

However, they don't wait long, for a knock is heard at the door. They smirk, and give each other a bruv-bump. Life is good now. Life is simple. Being a chav is easy. No thoughts. No worries. Only being a smelly, swole, and stinky Chav.

[wildlife4life]

Fuck-It Friday

Tagged by @fortheloveofbuddie @exhuastedpigeon @rogerzsteven @disasterbuckdiaz @tizniz @daffi-990 @diazsdimples @lemonzestywrites @wikiangela @evanbegins @buck-coded @devirnis @glorious-spoon @thekristen999 and @theotherbuckley Thank you all so much! Excited for all your upcoming works!

Seeing a lot of Fuck's in fuck-it Fridays today, so I'm joining. Here is a somewhat spicy snippet from NFL Buck, which is a continuation from this post I shared a long while back. Hope you all enjoy! (Everything NFL Buck)

Eddie tosses his phone away, uncaring of where it lands and more concerned with Buck's hand stripping his cock. Apparently his conversation with Chimney had him flagging a bit and Buck saw the need to remedy that real quick. Thank god the surprise phone call did not have the same affect on Evan. His cock had stayed pressed deep in Eddie's ass and is still hard as rock. The edging pleasure begins to build once again with each stroke of Buck's hand and the rocking of his hips making his cock brush Eddie's prostate periodically. "Still need an answer Eds." Buck murmurs in his ear, mouthing the delicate skin before leaning away. Eddie whines and pants, squirming in Buck's lap. He had the perfect answer earlier, one that would very much please his torturous boyfriend and allow Eddie to finally tip over into the throws of orgasmic ecstasy. He is going to murder Chimney next shift. That lost edge is in reach and Eddie does his damndest to lift his hips to try and fuck himself on Buck's cock at a pace and physicality he so desperately needed. He doesn't even get an inch upwards. The hand jerking Eddie off disappears and joins the free hand that had been resting his thigh, to clutch Eddie's waist and hold his ass tight to Buck's pelvis. Eddie cries out at the loss of not only the grip on his dick, but also the orgasm that was just at his finger tips. All of Evan's movements come to a stop and Eddie can't hold back his frustrated shout, "Buck please!" "Two high safeties. Five man rush. What should I call?" Buck growls deepening his grasp. Somehow, in recess of Eddie's pleasure soaked mind, an answer springs forwards. "Four verticals out of 2 by 2!" He sobs. The hand on his right hip releases, and Eddie barely hears the scratch of Buck writing the play note in his binder. "Perfect. You're so damn smart baby." Buck purrs and Eddie can't help the shiver of warmth at the praise. He loves knowing when he's been helpful for his boyfriend. Buck turns off the film before giving his full attention the trembling mess that is Eddie. "So... my hand or my cock as your reward?"

Hehehehe. A stressed Buck can be a bit... teasing.

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[rickybaby]

Daniel | COTA 2019

[delightfulmoonsandwich]

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[percervall]

for a moment I was heavenstruck

pairing: Mats Hummels x Nico Schlotterbeck x fem!reader words: 1030 warnings: mmf dynamics, oral (m receiving), praise

In which Nico is down bad

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Of course he had been disappointed he hadn’t gotten the call up. It’s every footballer's dream to play for both club and country, but Mats had to accept the fact that at 35, he was no longer fast enough to keep up with all the youngsters. At the same time he was also proud of his teammates who did get the call up and that helped with the sting. That, and the almond magnums he’d been enjoying while on a friends holiday to Spain. But what helped the most was receiving a text from his girlfriend with a photo of Nico –their Nico– proudly wearing the number 15 on his shirt. His heart swelled at the fact his partner had chosen to wear his number, and he immediately texted her back to set up a surprise for their boy. 

— 

“Hase? But-.. How?” he stammers, eyes wide with surprise when he sees her and Mats standing right outside his door. 

“Thomas helped me smuggle him in,” she says, pulling on Nico’s wrist to get him to bend down so she can kiss him. While their relationship was the worst kept secret at the club, most of the guys on the national squad had no idea Nico was seeing both of them. Or if they did, they were really good at not letting it show. However, the only person who did know was Thomas Müller seeing as he and Mats had been friends for as long as Nico could remember. He makes a mental note to thank the Bayern legend when he next sees him.

Mats grins at him, planting a kiss on his cheek before moving all three of them inside and closing the door behind him. 

“I thought you were on holiday?” Nico asks, taking in the older man. 

“Mm, I was. But you choosing 15 to be your number this tournament, and then making it to the quarter finals… We just had to come and see you to let you know that we are so proud of you,” Mats says, eyes soft as he looks at him. 

“I did that for you,” Nico says quietly, eyes not quite meeting them, “you should’ve been there next to me but this way you still kind of are.” 

“Oh, Schlotti,” Mats replies, pulling the younger defender into a hug. Nico melts into it, reaching a hand out to her so he can pull her into the hug as well. 

“You gonna let us take care of you, baby?” she murmurs, fingers playing with the hem of his T-shirt. Nico nods, leaning down to kiss her. He licks into her mouth, moaning when Mats’ hand squeezes his ass.

“Bed. Now,” the older defender orders, sounding as desperate as Nico feels. He lets them strip him of his team kit, lets them manoeuvre him onto bed. 

“So beautiful,” she sighs, kneeling down on the bed next to him. Nico flushes at her praise, can feel himself throb at the prospect of being shared like this.

“Why don’t you straddle him, Schatzi?” Mats instructs, running his hands up and down Nico’s thighs. 

“And miss all the action? Nu-uh. I will sit right here,” she says, moving to the headboard, “to make sure our Nico stays still.” Wrapping her hands around his wrists, she holds his arms loosely above his head. Mats smiles up at them, and Nico’s breath gets caught in his throat at the look of hunger in his eyes.

“Gonna be a good boy for us?” he asks and all Nico can do is nod.

“Use your words baby,” she murmurs above him.

“Y-yes, please, I’ll be good,” he rushes, hips grinding against nothing. Mats chuckles and places a kiss on his sternum, hands holding his hips down. He continues moving down Nico’s abs, pressing gentle kisses to the skin as he makes his way lower and lower. Nico feels as if he’s about to combust, panting as he looks down to see Mats lick away the precum off his stomach. 

“Please..” Nico barely recognises his own voice, so desperate already. 

“I got you,” Mats all but whispers, wrapping a hand around his cock. Nico lets out a strangled noise, fingers flexing in her hold. Four weeks was far too long away from his two loves and FaceTime calls can only do so much to stop him from missing them; missing the way they sound, feel. 

“Oh, fuck,” Nico moans as Mats licks from base to tip before gently taking the head into his hot mouth and it’s maddening just how good his mouth feels on him. 

Mats hums, slowly taking more and more of his cock into his mouth, stroking his hand over what doesn’t fit. The vibrations are enough to leave Nico whimpering. 

“Has a mouth made for oral, doesn’t he baby?” she pretty much purrs in his ear, and all Nico can do is nod before correcting himself.

“Yes, yes, so good.. So.. Fuck.. M-more? Need-..” Whatever thought he had, leaves his head as Mats hollows his cheeks and twists his hand in such a way that leaves Nico trembling. He is so fucking close already, as if he’s 16 all over again and experiencing his first blowjob. 

“Gon-.. Mats,” he all but sobs, hips grinding up, and it’s too much. Nico’s body tenses, back arching off the bed as he spills into the older man’s mouth with a groan. He slumps back into the sheets, eyes unfocussed. He faintly realises she’s let go of his arms and is now leaning over him, pulling Mats in for a kiss. His spent cock twitches at the sight of her licking his cum out of Mats’ mouth. Nico whines at the sight, tugging her down so he can also kiss her. She chuckles at his neediness but gives in. Mats laughs softly, lying down behind him and pressing gentle kisses to his neck and shoulders. Nico makes a content little noise, settling in between them. The warmth of Mats against his back and the way she runs her fingers through his hair makes him forget all about training and schedules and interviews. Right now, he is right where he needs to be. 

written as part of @footballffbarbiex's kink bingo challenge

@curiousthyme and @emilielfc, this is for you girls, couldn't have done it without you. This fic started as a what if in the discord while watching Germany - Denmark and then snowballed into this.

Feel free to let me know what you think! Your comments, tags, and comments mean the world to me 💜

[sofiagoddessz1]

Fucking sucks

[delightfulmoonsandwich]