#happy World Cup

[tiffanytoms]

Honestly, the World Cup has me so horny, I decided to write something different while watching it. If this isn’t your jam, my bad.

But I’m not sorry 😇

NSFW - Smut

He did it.

You don’t know how, and yet, you never doubted him for a second.

Of course James Potter scored the game clinching goal to advance England to the semi-finals. As if there would ever be a doubt in your mind that his level of skill and cockiness wouldn’t push his team past the finish line.

You’d watched. You’d cheered. And now you were so unbelievably wet.

It had been nearly unbearable to wait as his team celebrated — like nails on a chalkboard as they all did their perfunctory post-game interviews, but he was here now. In his small little player hotel lodging room. With you.

“Baby, did you see—?” he asked eagerly, somehow still wanting to prove himself to you, somehow still caring about your opinion even as his whole country was probably chanting his name.

“On the bed. Now,” you demanded, living the dream of at least 28 million women and queer men. You pushed his warmup jersey up, over his abdomen, needing his help before it got tangled with his broad shoulders. It was the first test to see if he was just as horny as you were. By the grace of the gods, he allowed it.

“Really?” he asked smugly, standing before the mattress shirtless. Every muscle in his body seemed primed and ready to go, not yet having lived down the adrenaline of having just performed on a global stage. You tried not to ogle, but— fuck that, you were ogling. You were ogling fucking hard. His ribcage expanded and retracted with every breath he took, highlighting his upper and lower abs in turn. You knew how he’d earned them. You saw him sprint up and down the pitch, saw him tumble when he’d been on the receiving end of a bad tackle — being knocked to the ground by a desperate opponent, trying to take him out once and for all. But he’d jumped right back to his feet (much to your poor heart’s relief). You loved that he didn’t have to act and roll on the ground in false pain. He was good. He knew it, his opponents knew it, and ultimately, the ref did too. She could tell when he was fouled without him having to act it up — and you loved that.

“Yes. Really.” You pushed him backwards making his fit, perfect body fall onto the bed behind him, bouncing up and down lightly. He was so sexy, and so yours. You couldn’t believe your luck at having him all to yourself, but you supposed that was something to ponder at a later date. Now was the time to soak it in. Physically.

James bit his lower lip, looking up at you as you stood at the mattress’ edge. “So you enjoyed the match?”

Oh James. He’d always loved compliments, always loved hearing you sing his praises. Normally you relished withholding them from him until he’d done something on your body worthy of all the adoration, making him really work for it — but tonight was different. Tonight he was a champion, and you wanted him to claim his prize for all his hard-earned accomplishments.

Tonight you wanted him to claim you.

His eyes grew infinitesimally wider as he gleaned your realization off of your expression. Or perhaps he gathered as much when you reached for the hem of his joggers, pulling them down easily before you climbed up on your knees on the mattress and reached for your vibrator on his nightstand.

“Let me warm up first, then you can do whatever you want to me,” you declared.

He wanted to speak, you know he did, but how easily you slid down onto him, his cock finding zero resistance against your slick body, rendered him nearly speechless… save for a small ‘fuck’ he whispered into the stale hotel air.

This man had just made history. This man had just changed the course of a nation’s pride… but right now he was beneath you, completely at your mercy.

You smiled as you bounced yourself up and down over his body, making sure he was as hard as could be before you switched over to the deep grinding you preferred, activating your toy and bringing it down onto your clit. “Fuck, James,” you moaned, throwing your head back, as you settled into your familiar rhythm.

His hands claimed your hips, his eyes scanning down, realizing you were still nearly fully dressed. “Baby, I love that you’re wearing my jersey—” you were, as a cute little dress, “—but now…”

A circular swivel of your hips cut him off, forcing his head back into the pillow as he bit his own tongue. You’d seen this man dribble past four defenders before easily sinking the ball into the net, and yet here he was, uselessly overpowered by your small thrust. “You want it off, baby?” you taunted, your fingers leaving their perch on his pecs to toy with the hem of the jersey, blocking his view of your body.

It pained him to force his eyes open in response. “Yes. Please.”

Well, you couldn’t deny him such an ardent plea. Never breaking your steady grind on top of his body, you peeled his shirt off of you, reveling in the way his face broke as he realized you hadn’t been wearing a bra.

“So… fucking beautiful…” he panted as you rode him harder still.

He was exhausted, you knew he was. He’d played the whole game and all the overtime being their star player, so of course he could barely lift a finger now, having given it his all.

Then again, that was hardly your problem. You smirked as you leaned back, placing a hand on one of his muscular thighs to manipulate your weight, driving your cunt forward over him, forcing as much friction onto your clit as possible. James hissed, his nails digging into your hips that he was desperately holding onto.

“Are you close, baby?” he whined. You could tell he so badly wished you were. One of his hands flew up to your tits, smooshing them together as you writhed on top of him. “Does it feel good?”

“Yes,” you hissed, but you still knew it wasn’t enough. This was always the position that got you off, but tonight, it wouldn’t do. Tonight, you wanted to come by James Potter ramming into you from behind, 'penetrating your defense,' or whatever kinky shit that one particular commentator always seemed to say. You had no idea how they still had a job with all the explicit shit they teased, but… you also realized that the whole world maybe wasn’t as horny as you. (But only because they had never seen the game’s star player naked before. Because you knew that if they had… every word out of everyone’s mouth would also be an uttered plea to fuck them silly too.)

“I want you behind me,” you ordered, hopping off of James’ cock as you moved onto your knees on the mattress.

“Wha—?” he asked, still lying on his back, dazed and confused.

You refused to take pity on him. Not tonight. He was a god, and he would fuck you as such. “Get to work, Potter,” you demanded, your face half smooshed into the bed, looking back at him eagerly. You’d almost forgotten about the vibrator, but you put it to work now, moving it into place against your clit. James and you both knew what you using it meant — it helped you get wetter, take him in deeper and harder than usual. The fact that you were using it now let him know you weren’t playing around.

He’d never been able to deny you, and tonight would be no different. Obliging you, James got on his knees behind you, and slowly fed his cock back into you, making you moan as he made you whole. “Nothing feels as good as this…” he breathed, seemingly lost in the sensation. “Nothing.”

You groaned as he bottomed out, his hands finding purchase on your hips once more. He started establishing a rhythm, pumping in and out of your greedy cunt as you pushed back at him wanting more and more. “Harder,” you begged, rubbing yourself against your vibrator’s soft nub. The combination of its relentless motion with James’ harsh, punishing strikes was guaranteed to make you see stars any second now. “Just like that—“

“Shit—“ James moaned, biting the back of your shoulder as he did the exact opposite of your desperate request. “You feel too—”

“James, I said harder, not stop—”

“I’m sorry,” he panted, cock fully in you but motionless, lips grazing the back of your neck. “You feel too good, I’m edging, baby, give me—”

“No,” you deadpanned, fingers clenching in the sheets beneath you. You were too close for this shit. He was not allowed to let you down now. If he could do it for England, he sure as hell could do it for you. “Keep, going.”

A primal grunt ripped from his throat as James brought his hips back up to speed, his fingers interlocking with your left hand as his right held onto your neck, pushing your face deeper into the mattress. “Is this hard enough, baby?” he cooed, his cock completely destroying your soul. “Is this what you want?”

“Yesss,” you hissed, finding yourself climbing right back to that peak that he’d so selfishly nearly left you hanging at. “Right there— just like— James—” you mumbled pathetically before your orgasm washed over you, forcing you to succumb to the devastatingly beautiful way his body nearly brought you to tears.

Turned out he wasn’t done with you yet. Rolling you over like you were a rag doll, James quickly scooped you up in his arms, your knees settling in the crux of his elbows as he lifted you off the mattress, ready to go to town on you. As his cock sunk in and out of your pussy at lightning speed, he whispered in your ear, “That goal was just for you, baby.” Your head lolled exhaustedly to the side, but it only made him pull your body closer to his, driving himself harder up into you. “And the next one will be too.”

*****

Enjoy the match guys! ⚽️🔥

[momomallowart]

They deserve to have fun ʕ⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴥ⁠ꈍ⁠ʔっ✨

[whydoeseveryonehavetobelesbian]

i don't know if you guys have been keeping up with the women's world cup but this past sunday spain won against england. and you would think this would be the best moment of their careers and their lives but you wanna know what happened?

the spanish football federation's president non-consensually kissed one of the players, jenni hermoso, on the mouth when they were celebrating. this grown ass man took it upon himself to ruin the celebration for ALL the women who just achieved the thing they have been preparing for all their lives, literally the peak of a football player's career, they did it and he by himself ruined it.

and i say all the women because the other players, along 58 currently inactive and ex-players, stood up for jenni hermoso and have refused to play for the team until luis rubiales publicly apologizes and renounces his spot. now the rfef says they'll take legal action against the players and jenni for lying and because they have an obligation to play for the team.

do you remember how the men's world cup celebrations went? i do, im from argentina. no one said anything to any of the players, they were treated like kings for months and they are worshipped to this day. and rightfully so! they earned it i guess. but we do see the discrepancy?

how is it that we allow as a society for one man to sexually assault a woman right after achieving the thing another group of men got ceaselessly venerated for not even a year later? what do women have to do to earn respect? win the world cup? become the pride and joy of their country?

[mxxn-archive]

HAPPY NEW YEAR !! May you all shine bright like the stars in 2024 🌟🌟🌟

A piece I participated in the World Cup zine, visit the full version here

[frodo-sam]

I can't believe morocco sent spain and portugal home. the true heroes of africans and latinos!

[suosage]

BASTARD MÜNCHEN #8 ALEXIS NESS

I'll prove you guys wrong! I'll go pro and represent Germany, and someday... I'll become someone who can cast a spell on the whole world!

[afuntimepartyy]

This is just to figure out a design better here! So sorry no outfit over patchwork for now… need to figure out how I’m doing their limbs because those aren’t all cats limbs… mostly just flutter and glisten, though debating over giving them a flutter wing too on one side of its body… shrugs hehe!

Had fun with the posing on this one :3

[frnkiebby]

idiots~🎃

[swayziiwriter]

Seeing joão shine here in Barça is such an unimaginable feeling, so happy for him 🫶🏼

[getting-messi]

After Argentina won the penalty shootout, it several moments for it to hit Lionel Scaloni that he had managed his country to becoming World Cup Champions.

His reaction is worth waiting for🥹

World Cup Final

December 18, 2022

[dani-r]

In love with the general argentinian response to those (trully stupid) accusations on "buying the cup": the response is not about ethics, is that we are poor as shit.

So when a gringo says (stupidly, baby's first worldcup): "this is all payed for messi to win", we all say "OJALÁ CAPO. I WISH. I WISH BUT WE ARE BROKE. THIS COUNTRY IS BROKE."

[sinnerruud]

no u don’t understand this is so beautiful to me.

🥹🤍 ما شاء الله

[fireheartwraith]

Que sabor amigues

[chlorosapple]

argentina oikawa  [x]

[boydswan]

Happy birthday, Terrence Malick! [Nov. 30, 1943] 🌿 · Badlands (1973) · Days of Heaven (1978) · The Thin Red Line (1998) · The New World (2005) · The Tree of Life (2011) · To the Wonder (2012) · Knight of Cups (2015) · Song to Song (2017) · Voyage of Time (2016) · A Hidden Life (2019)

[citrusbuds]

how flippa actually died