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So I just finished Fleabag and listen-
I NEED a Starker priest kink fanfic based on it. Or anything, really; since I only found 3 fics on ao3.
Like there needs to be at least one fic where they use the 'kneel' line, right? I feel like I'm just not looking in the right places so...help?
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Tony was used to how humans reacted around him when he displayed what he was. Despite the fact supernatural creatures had lived alongside humans for centuries now instinct just couldn't be helped when it came vampires. They were predators after all.
The thing is even though he's really young for a vampire (he hasn't even stopped aging yet) Tony had figured out all the reactions he would usually get.
Humans were consistent creatures after all.
Which is why his new roommate's reactions were so confusing.
He never tried to make excuses to not be around Tony when ever he had to fed. Hell he often seemed to deliberately try and stay in their room whenever Tony went to get a blood bag from his fridge. Peter was just a conundrum to Tony.
Peter's heart rate went up whenever he showed his vampiric nature, like any humans, but what else goes on with him just doesn't make sense to Tony. Pete seemed to blush at the merest hint of fang and bit his lip whenever Tony needed to use his vampiric strength.
If he didn't know better he'd swear that Peter was getting aroused by him.
But that wasn't right humans couldn't get over vampire being their predators.
Couldn't they?
Modern fantasy au with vampire!Tony used to scaring humans meeting human peter who's attracted to him for anon
#starker#modern fantasy au#vampire tony#human peter#college au#also going for a born vampire not turned tony#peter in the background desperately trying to seduce his cute vampire roommate#he's this close to just hiding tony's blood fridge and offering himself up on a platter literally#young tony#same age au#moodboard#my moodboard#request#anon
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When Peter parker's famous boyfriend tony stark returns from a two weeks mission or business trip, he decides to treat him. smut please. Buttom power! peter riding tony
What a boy wants
AN: Well here’s a smutty little ficlet for you. I’ve decided this is set in my 'A place on earth' universe, because why not? As always, aged up Peter Parker.
Not beta’d, so sorry for any rogue commas.
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Summary: If you’d asked Tony yesterday which one of them was ‘in charge’ he would have said it was him, but at this moment he was starting to reconsider that assumption. Peter was fully at the wheel this time and Tony was definitely only along for the ride, something he was getting more comfortable with second by second.
Relationship: Peter Parker x Tony Stark.
Word Count: 1.3k
CW: Explicit Sexual Content, implied use of sex toys, anal sex, cock riding, power bottom!Peter, Nipple clamps, Cream Pie, Clothing disparity.
“Tony!”
Tony had barely stepped out of his suit before the slim, but muscular body of his boyfriend barrelled into him.
“I missed you,” Peter mumbled into his chest.
Tony wrapped his arms around Peter’s frame and rested his cheek on the top of Peter’s dark curls. “Missed you too, baby boy.”
Peter tilted his head and Tony raised his own so he could look down at his angel. “Not as much as I missed you,” came the emphatic reply. Peter’s eyes were deep pools of raw emotion and Tony was so hypnotised by them it took him a moment to realise two things. One, Peter was steering him backwards, a fact that he was only really aware of when the back of his legs hit the couch and he tumbled down onto it. Two, Peter was wearing his short silk robe and only that.
Tony landed on the couch with a soft oomph and immediately Peter was climbing up onto him, straddling his thighs and using his nimble fingers to work at Tony’s fly with a determination bordering on obsessive.
“Hey, baby. Slow down. What’s the rush?” He tried to sit up, but halted when Peter looked at him, one eyebrow raised.
“Anthony Edward Stark. You’ve been gone for two whole weeks. Since we got together the longest I’ve gone without you filling me up is forty-eight hours.” Peter glanced down as he freed Tony’s cock and licked his lower lip. “I ache for you Mr. Stark.”
Tony’s eyes rolled back as Peter let out the honorific and he started to pump Tony’s cock which didn’t seem to have an issue with getting with the programme, despite the fact that a part of his brain thought Peter was a little shit for pulling out the big guns to get his way.
However, Tony would admit that the way that Peter was so unashamedly going after what he wanted was doing something to him. If you’d asked him yesterday which one of them was ‘in charge’ he would have said it was him, but at this moment he was starting to reconsider that assumption. Peter was fully at the wheel this time and Tony was definitely only along for the ride, something he was getting more comfortable with second by second.
Having brought Tony to full hardness at record speed, Peter let him go and threw off his robe. He was, as Tony had thought, naked underneath, except for a pair of gold and red clamps joined by a chain, which made his small nipples puff up as they squeezed them. Tony couldn’t help but skim his palms up Peter’s sides and then rub his thumbs over the two stiff peaks, watching his lover shudder with sensation, before he stared down at Peter’s straining and dripping cock.
“Petey,” he sighed, full of lust, love and amazement for his boy. Peter leant forward and pressed his lips to Tony’s and Tony lost himself in the sweetness of the kiss, not even registering that Peter had taken hold of his cock again until he felt it being enveloped by a warm wet heat. He jerked in surprise and opened his eyes as Peter groaned and fully seated himself, his eyes still closed.
“Holy shit, Peter. Are you okay?” Tony felt panic and then confusion rise within him. They hadn’t done any prep and there wasn’t any lube in this room, but Peter didn’t feel dry and overly tight - quite the opposite - and Peter wasn’t crying out in pain either. In fact he looked entirely blissed out.
Peter smiled and gently rocked atop Tony’s cock.. “So okay, Mr Stark. Friday told me when you set off for home, so I opened myself up and got myself ready. I’ve been slowly fucking myself with that dildo you bought me for the last thirty minutes. Made my little boy-pussy all wet and slippery, so I could take you in straight away. Almost came so many times, but I’ve been saving it. I needed to feel you inside me.”
Peter lifted himself up and started to fuck himself, and all Tony could do was look up in awe, desperately trying to burn each erotic movement onto his retinas. Peter was resplendent -so self-assured - as he just took his pleasure from Tony’s body. He let out little sighs and moans as he moved up and down and stirred his hips.
“Feels so good, Mr Stark. Love the way you fill me up.”
“Fuck, baby. Where did this dirty mouth come from?” Tony asked, still not fully believing that his sweet boy was being so commanding.
“Been dreaming about you ‘n’ decided I wanted to be selfish when you got back. Just want you to lie there and let me have this. You can take it can’t you, Mr Stark? Just let me ride you and ride you until I want to come?”
All Tony could let out was a garbled moan before he bit his lip, tightening his hands on Peter’s hips as he willed his orgasm to build slower. He wanted to make Peter happy. He always tried to let his boy finish first, but this time it felt even more important that he succeed. He thought that closing his eyes again might help, so he wouldn’t be able to see the erotic juxtaposition of a naked Peter wantonly riding his own clothed body, but it just made everything worse. All his other sensations were suddenly amplified. Peter’s breathy sighs and the salacious, wet, slapping sound of him taking Tony over and over filled his ears. The exquisite push, pull and squeeze on his cock was the only thing he could feel. It was getting too much.
“Peter,” he whined. “Please. I’m so close.”
“I’m almost there too, Mr Stark,” Peter replied between pants. “Pull on the chain.”
Tony fluttered his eyes open again, trying to focus on the delicate gold links swaying between Peter’s small but defined pecs. He reached out, snagging the chain between the thumb and first two fingers of his right hand, and gave it a cautious tug. Peter let out a deep moan and his body clenched down, making Tony choke back a cough.
“Again,” Peter commanded. “Harder. And when I come I want you to fuck up into me as hard as you can.”
Tony nodded dumbly and then pulled on the chain again, slowly drawing it back towards him and watching how Peter’s nipples lengthened, until his concentration was broken by Peter’s loud shout and the feeling of Peter’s channel starting to spasm as his orgasm took hold. With Peter’s cum splashing all over his shirt, Tony let go of the chain so he could grip Peter’s hips firmly, plant his feet, and start to thrust up.
Tony started to come almost immediately. He felt the way his balls drew up and the way his cock swelled inside the tight clutch of Peter’s body. His own cry of pleasure mingled with Peter’s as he rode out a wave that felt never-ending, pouring himself inside of his lover.
Peter collapsed over him, and Tony shifted his hands so he could stroke Peter’s hair with one hand and his back with the other.
“Damn, Petey,” he gasped out. “That was… Wow!”
Peter lifted his head and opened one eye, looking up at Tony. “You liked?”
Tony dropped a kiss onto Peter’s smooth, unwrinkled forehead. “I loved,” he confirmed.
“Does that mean I can be bossy more often,” Peter asked with a smile.
“Baby boy, you can be as bossy as you like, as often as you like, if that's what comes from it. But for now, I’m gonna lay down the law and say that we need to go and have a shower. I also need to burn this shirt - I don’t think it’s salvageable.”
Peter giggled, his voice bell-like. “It’s a good job you can afford to buy more, because I have a feeling a few others might get ruined.”
“Bring it on, baby. Bring it on.”
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Gothic Starker as requested by @starkerkitty
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I need motivation to write Starker again (to write in general, actually). Send me a word for a drabble?
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And here’s their meet cute!
Another adorable commission from @sausageg
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We need more pre-relationship, accidental sexting/pics Starker fics out there. Just saying.
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Starker rp. Hello! I’m a semi-literate to literate roleplayer looking for a Tony to my Peter! Or Iron Man to my Spiderman (16) usually Tom Holland because he's adorable and preferred. but down to be any other actor-
I’m down for smut (I'm a bottom), fluff, angst whatever! No scat watersports or vore or feet fetishes
No controlling my character, no oneliners, no being op or helpless.
If you are interested just dm me. We can rp here or on discord.
#starker#tony stark#peter parker#iron man#spiderman#mcu#mcu rp#marvel#marvel rp#marvel roleplay#mcu roleplay#roleplay#roleplay request#rp#rp request#tnpt#ironspider
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If you're wondering what this is: an apology to my readers.
I recently saw an increase in follower count, readership, and asks. I, however, was going through a wringer - both mentally and financially. I couldn't reply to anyone, write much, and update anything in a while. I'm trying to come back, albeit slowly, as fandom has always been a way for to destress.
I'm not feeling confident at all about my writing. It feels stale. However, I am still going to write. And post.
The image above is the wc of an outline of a starker fic. Hopefully, I'll be able to post it and the mob fic by next week. Till then, thank you for the support, and do send me one to three words prompt so I can continue writing.
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What about starker having Pets? Like a pig or dog or a cat
I think Tony would definitely want a cat but Peter really has a dog person energy. So they would settle for a cat and a dog.
But if they had kids, one of them would probably cry for a tiny pig or a hamster.
#starker#peter parker#ask#tony stark#peter parker/tony stark#peter x tony#starkerlove#tony x peter#peter parker x tony stark#starkerlovewritesstuff#answering asks#request
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Tony taking peter to a Christmas market and spoiling him
When Peter asked Tony about going to a Christmas market for a date he didn't expect to be herded onto a private jet by his boyfriend in order to travel to and to go around the Striezelmarkt in Dresden, believed to be one of the oldest Christmas market's in the world.
Although as they go from stall to stall with Tony buying him anything he shows and interest in maybe Peter should have realised that he is dating Tony Stark after all. And that when it comes to dates Tony really loves to pulls out all the stops to spoil him.
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Avengers babysits Morgan or ben while Tony and peter go on a date during valentines day
AN: Hey nonnie - sorry this took so long! I hope you all enjoy this fluff. I decided to go with the new/younger avengers for this, as I thought they'd find babysitting more of a handful.
PSA - I envisage Ben at about 12 month's here and this is written very tongue in cheek - babies aren't capable of this kind of manipulation, but they do understand a lot more going on around them than most folk give them credit for.
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Word Count: 1k
CW: It's just fluff. Alternating POV.
Ben gurgled and smacked his sippy-cup against the side of his playpen. Three pairs of eyes turned to regard him and his mouth opened in a gummy smile at the attention. He was less happy when Dadda snapped his fingers at his new audience, drawing their attention away.
“So, we’re going to Rezdôra, and we should be back by 11pm. He has his bath at 7.30pm, water temp should be 98.6 degrees, and don’t forget Ducky. Then he can have his bottle whilst one of you reads him some stories.”
Tony counted the points off on his fingers.
“Don’t forget to burp him, ensure his sleeping bag is properly fastened and then turn on his singing night light. If you’re lucky, he’ll drift off during the stories, but don’t worry if he doesn’t. He generally goes to sleep fairly quickly after. Oh, and…”
Peter walked up behind his husband, wrapping his arms around the older man’s waist.
“Tony, stop fretting. They’ll be fine. Ben will be fine. It’s only a few hours. And it’s not like it’s the first time we’ve left him.”
Tony turned in the embrace, raising an eyebrow as he regarded Peter.
“Yes, but the first time it was May who had him, and last time it was Clint and Laura. They know what they’re doing with babies.”
“Hey!” Yelena’s outraged cry had the two men turning. “I’m right here, you know. If you’re that worried that Kate, Joaquín and I can’t handle this, why did you ask us?”
Tony opened his mouth, but was stopped from speaking by Peter clapping his hand over his mouth.
“I don’t think you ought to answer that, honey. Come on. Let’s say goodbye to our Bubba and get going, or we’re going to be late, and I’ve been looking forward to this evening-out for months. Months, I tell you.”
Taking the lead, Peter pulled away from Tony and crossed to the playpen. Reaching down he heaved the wriggling and smiley little boy into his arms.
“Hey, Bubba. Dadda and Papa are going out for a while, but Auntie Yelena, Auntie Kate and Uncle Quín are gonna look after you and pop you to bed. You be a good boy, yes?”
Ben burbled and took hold of a handful of Peter’s curly hair and tugged on it.
What was Papa wearing? He should be getting his bath ready.
Peter winced, but smiled at his son and pressed kisses to the chubby neck in front of him, blowing raspberries and making Ben laugh. Tony crossed the floor, tutting, and plucked the boy out of his husband’s arms.
“Peter, don’t wind him up so close to bedtime. He’s supposed to be calm and winding down.”
He reclined the baby in his arms, running a finger tip down the small nose. With his caramel eyes, and messy chocolate locks, Ben really was the spitting image of his Papa.
“Dadda will see you later, Benny baby. Miss you already.”
Ben looked up at him, quizzically. Dadda was also dressed strangely. He didn’t like this…
Tony could feel the prickling of tears in his eyes as he looked down at his precious boy. Yelena walked over to him, and Tony reluctantly passed his baby over. He gave her a weak smile as she jiggled her precious armful.
“Don’t worry, Stark. We will take good care of this little one. We’ll see you in a few hours. Now, go. Scram.”
It took a further ten minutes for her, Kate and Joaquín to actually ‘shoo’ the couple out of the door, but finally Peter and Tony were gone. Ben watched with wide eyes.
This was different…
Kate sat down on the plush penthouse sofa with a sigh, next to Yelena, who was bouncing Ben on her knee.
“He’s so cute!” Kate leant forward and tickled the adorable little boy under his chin, causing him to giggle. Joaquín strode out from the bathroom, drying his hand on a towel.
“The bath water’s ready, and I’ve triple-checked the temperature.”
Kate stood, slapping her palms onto her jeans clad thighs.
“Right, let’s get on with it. There’s three of us and one of him. How hard could this be?
Ben babbled to himself. They had no idea…
At 11.15pm the elevator doors opened and Tony practically dashed out, followed by Peter, who had a wry smile on his face and was shaking his head in amusement. Tony stopped short in the main living area, expecting to see the three babysitters taking up residence on the sofas.
“Where on earth are they? I swear, if they’ve left him alone I’ll…..”
Peter took hold of Tony’s hand, uncurling the fist that had started to form.
“FRIDAY, where are our guests? I’d like to stop Tony from having an aneurysm.”
“They are all in Master Ben’s room, sirs.”
Tony hurried along the hall, Peter following leisurely along behind, his hands thrust in his pants pockets. However, as Tony rushed into his son’s room, he stopped short, taking in the chaotic scene in front of his eyes.
There was baby powder everywhere. Several clean, but screwed up diapers were strewn across the floor, in the vague vicinity of the nappy bin and three or four damp towels littered the path from the bathroom to the nursery. Ducky looked up from between the folds of one of them.
Ben giggled from his cot, beaming up at his parents, his chubby hands wrapped around his empty milk bottle. Peter bypassed his shocked husband, tip-toeing through the carnage, and lifted the boy from his cot.
“What did you do, mister? You broke the babysitters, didn’t you?”
A raspberry was the response from the little boy, but Peter thought he looked very pleased with himself.
He retreated from the room, Ben in his arms, and dragged Tony with him, quietly trying not to wake Kate, Yelena and Joaquín, who were dead to the world, surrounded by books and cuddly toys. Joaquín was crashed out in the nursing chair, a dirty burp cloth on his shoulder, and Yelena was leaning against the opposite wall, Kate draped over her legs.
Ben giggled again. His plan had worked perfectly - he’d won the battle against the ‘not Dadda and Papa’, and he got to sleep with them tonight.
Win.
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Tell and show the world // Lina Magull
a/n: based off this request. Please enjoy:D
"Lina" you said as you stood behind the kitchen counter, chopping the vegetables for dinner. "Ja, liebe?" the brunette asked, eyes looking away from her laptop screen. "I‘ve been thinking…" you mumbled, suddenly feeling shy, cheeks slowly turning red, "what‘s wrong?" the german was immediately by your side, "stop the chopping, baby" her fingers laced with your own as she turned you around. When you didn‘t answer her, her hands cupped your cheeks while you started playing with your wedding ring. "When are you going to tell the world about us?" you mumbled, shy, afraid. She seemed confused, jaw tense, eyes that asked many questions. You never had a problem keeping your relationship secret or private. Lina did not tape her ring nor did she wear it during games or ever mentioned that she was in a commited relationship. Her private life was private. Where did the change of heart come from?
"Lately, umm" your voice was shaking - you didn‘t know why, you knew that Lina loved you, she was your wife but something was making you nervous. "Comments. The comments under your posts are getting worse. And- and these ship videos with G, I don’t like them. I like G, don‘t get me wrong, she’s awesome but-" you rambled on about the thirsty comments under her instagram posts, the ship edits you had on your for you page and your hurt feelings. In no way, you were mad at Lina, just hurt with the whole situation. "Hey, hey" the bayern munich player pulled you close, her hands firmly resting on their usual place around your waist while your head hit her shoulder with a quiet thud, "my love, look at me" she demanded softly. With tears in your eyes you looked in to the orbs you‘d loved for so long, "Is that what has been bothering you the last few days?" one of her hands cupped your cheek, wiping away the tears that spilled. You didn't want to admit it, it still hurt you a lot and seeing her do nothing about it was just another little stab in your heart. You knew she didn't read most of the comments except those from her friends and family, so you couldn't blame her - you didn't even want too. Your heart just stung.
In respond, you nodded, biting your lower lip to contain yourself, "Stop crying, please" the germans heart ached at sight in front of her, the way your body shook as the tears ran down your cheeks, "i would tell the world in a heartbeat, liebe."
Your eyes grew wide, only a sniffle coming from your throat, "really?"
"100%"
You chuckled at the determined look the midfielder had on her face, "do you want me to post something on instagram or a tweet or what? Tell me, baby, I‘ll do it" she pressed multiple kisses over your face, a nose scrunch in reply as you giggled along. "You‘re my wife and I love you, okay? I would tell every person in the world myself If that‘s what makes you happy"
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Match day.
Champions league semi final.
Bayern Munich vs Chelsea.
Lina was sitting at the press conference table with Alexander Straus as media teams were behind the cameras, many with notes and a mic in their hand.
"Der FC Chelsea ist ein starker Gegner, glauben Sie, sie können gegen so eine starke Mannschaft gewinnen?" an older man asked Alex and Lina, both sharing a look. With a tilt of his head the Bayern coach asked the midfielder If she wanted to answer or If he should - he answered. He told the interviewer, "From goalkeeper to striker, the most diverse talents have met - Guro Reiten, Sam Kerr, Millie Bright and so on - pooled together and formed a high class team. They are very good but not unbeatable. That's what we're trying to show today."
There were some more questions which Lina and Alexander answered before the last question before the game was asked.
"Nächste Frage an Lina Magull: Was motiviert das Team und Sie persönlich den Sieg heute zu holen?"
"Der Titel" she chuckled, "Wir alle sind super motiviert und haben ein hohes Interesse daran, den Titel mit nach Hause zu nehmen und das Halbfinale ist ein Schritt in die richtige Richtung. Am Ende des Tages, kämpft jede für das Team und hat seine eigene Person für die er kämpf, das variiert von Spielerin zu Spielerin. Für mich zum Beispiel ist es meine Frau. Ich betrete heute - immer - das Spielfeld, um meine Frau zu beeindrucken und ihr Strahlen am Abend zu sehen"
The whole room inhaled sharply - wife?! Why didn't anyone know that? Alexander had a smile on his face, of course he knew about you, all the Bayern people knew about you and they loved you - you were great.
Only then did everyone notice the ring the german was wearing on her finger; it was simple yet beautiful - it suited her.
Tell the media she had a wife? check.
Lina loved the faces she saw behind the cameras, there were shocked ones - jaw to floor, there were confused ones - huh? Did she say wife? and there were happy faces.
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Sitting in the stands next to Sydney‘s mum you saw the girls walking out of the tunnel. The Allianz Arena was sold out, red shirts everywhere. Even the mens team came to support the girls - a rare sight.
It was just wow. The girls played their hearts and showed their talent. It didn‘t matter that Chelsea got on the score line first, Erin Cuthbert with the header.
Bayern was eager and hungry.
After the first 20 minutes, Bayern played better than their best. Pernille Harder scored the equalizer, she didn‘t celebrate though, she turned to the few Chelsea fans, raised her hand a little and apologized silently. The Blues were her home and family once and still are, even If she doesn‘t play for them anymore.
Georgia was the next to score a banger - outside the box. It was beautiful, AKB had no chance. The stadium went crazy.
Last but not least, was the third goal of the game. The game had built up from Grohs, the Bayern keeper. The girls played a Tiki Taka, the opponents could only watch the ball, there was no chance of taking it. Bühl then converted it to 3-1, the ball slipping past her national team mates fingertips.
When the whistle blew, the stadium got louder and louder, fans were signing chants as they jumped around to celebrate.
When everyone finished shaking their opponents and talked to their friends, the girls swarmed out to sign jerseys and to take pictures. Lina though, she had only one goal in mind. She wanted to see you. You were often at the Bayern games but never in a jersey or at least never in a jersey with 'Magull' on the back of it.
Not until now, this morning the german had told to wear her jersey later, she was very clear with her demand.
"Hi, my love" she whispered after she had jumped over the barrier, her arms going around your waist. Your smile was brigther than the sky while you cupped her cheeks, proud of your wife and her team, "Baby! That was amazing!" The brunette just grinned at you, loving the big wide smile that covered your face. Shortly after your said words your arms looped around her neck, your head on her shoulder as you hugged her dearly. Her own head was hidden in your neck as she pressed soft kisses to it.
First kiss: i‘m so happy.
Second kiss: thank you for being here.
third kiss: i love you.
the multiple kisses after: wow!!
Many eyes and cameras were on you, multiple people taking pictures of the two of you. Yet it didn‘t matter, your heart fluttered at the sight of your wife, the way she interacted with you in front of the fans. Normally it was the bare minimum but not now, she had accepted the concerns you told her about and implemented your wishes, your request. She would do anything, absolutely anything, for you.
And If it wasn‘t clear enough, the kiss on your lips was. She gave you a passionate yet gentle and appropriate one, it was like in the movies; your hands resting on her neck, her own hands placed on your hips as she leant forwads, yourself leaning backwards in return. Lina felt euphoric, like she was high. High on love, high with happiness, high with everything.
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It was safe to say, Lina‘s announcement at the press conference went viral, multiple clips across the internet. As well as various edits of the scene in the stadium.
The german international broke the internet, yet it wasn‘t enough for her.
She had announced it to the media, she had demonstrated the fans and she was about to show the world.
linamagull
stanwaygeorgia and 36.047 thousand others
linamagull ❤️
it was that simple. 4 pictures with more or less the same gesture. You in her arms, just with a different view. The pictures were taken over the years, they still gave you enough privacy but a clear statement was made: Lina Magull was happily married.
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translation:
Der FC Chelsea ist ein starker Gegner, glauben Sie, sie können gegen so eine starke Mannschaft gewinnen? - Chelsea are a strong opponent, do you think you can win against such a strong team?
Nächste Frage an Lina Magull: Was motiviert das Team und Sie persönlich den Sieg heute zu holen - Next question for Lina Magull: What motivates the team and you personally to win today
Wir alle sind super motiviert und haben ein hohes Interesse daran, den Titel mit nach Hause zu nehmen und das Halbfinale ist ein Schritt in die richtige Richtung. Am Ende des Tages, kämpft jeder für das Team und hat seine eigene Person für die er kämpf, das variiert von Spielerin zu Spielerin. Für mich zum Beispiel ist es meine Frau. Ich betrete heute - immer - das Spielfeld, um meine Frau zu beeindrucken und ihr Strahlen am Abend zu sehen - We are all motivated and very interested in taking the trophy home and the semi-final is a step in the right direction. At the end of the day, everyone fights for the team and has their own person to fight for, it varies from player to player. For me, for example, it is my wife. I step on the pitch today - always - to impress my wife and see her bright smile in the evening.
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I'll let it clear that I'm open for prompts/requests/suggestions
my default is omegaverse smut, top!Peter x bottom!Tony. you can ask for anything but f/m genderbent, extreme underage cnc/rape kink
you can send me a song for a ficlet
numbers for reblogged prompt lists
random ideas
I have a bad things happen bingo card
I also have a afg omegaverse bingo card
also an afg kink bingo card
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This one too!!!
Another wonderful commission from @sausageg
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Omfg congrats on the 2222! I’m sure many more to come!
Alright , hear me out. This idea consumed my brain the entire weekend.
AU Stripper!Frankie
I know, kinda out of character for him, but I can’t help it.
I recently « stumble » upon Magic Men of Australia on tik tok and instantly my mind went to Frankie.
Reader could be at his show and he chose her to come up on stage … after that , you write what you want .
What do you think Cee ?
Sweet anon - I am saving the best for last! Ngl, I might have drooled several times while writing stripper!Frankie. I might also have blacked out when I first saw your ask, thank you for sending in this delicious request. I hope you enjoy this cheeky oneshot, because 1.4k does not count as a drabble 😂 This reminds me of my dearest LJ's @prolix-yuy SW!Frankie universe, do go read it if you haven't yet!
Frankie Morales x stripper AU
Fuck Yeah 2222 Sleepover micro drabble request | 1460 words (sorry) | warnings: mentions of alcohol consumption, bachelorette party (mis)behaviour, mentions of food
Okay, this is definitely not your scene.
The said scene being a rowdy bachelorette party in an intimate, soundproofed room draped in plush dark velvet and deep-seated sofas, disco lights pulsing in time with the booming bass that shakes your bones.
And oh, and there’s a half-naked stripper gyrating to the music. Obviously.
Not that he doesn’t look good doing it. He absolutely does, and not in that chiselled, perfectly sculpted way you imagined all strippers would look like. He’s hot in a realistic way, if that makes sense - his arms are strong, his chest is broad and firm, but there’s just a touch of softness to his tummy that makes him human.
It’s been a long, long time since you’ve seen a naked man. Heck, who are you kidding, when was the last time you even saw a topless man?
But he might as well be completely starkers. The shorts he’s wearing are glorified panties, paper thin, and they do nothing to conceal the fact that he’s hung. You can see the whole business, front and back. For someone as well packed as he is between the legs, his behind is endearingly flat, but mercifully, it doesn’t seem to compromise his balance in any way.
The lean muscles in his arms flex and roll when he locks his hands behind his head, thighs bulging with corded muscle as he plants his feet, and then he thrusts - his bulge swinging heavily, defying gravity.
He’s got to be half-hard, at least. There’s no way he’s that big standing at ease, so to speak.
Of course, the girls are going wild. They’re screaming and hyperventilating, Cosmpolitans sloshing over manicured nails and staining their dresses as they throw dollar bills at him. He obliges, crawling onto the couch on all fours so that they can tuck the cash into the waistband of his shorts, copping a feel as they do.
Frankie doesn’t mind it. He plays along, grabbing the bride-to-be’s wrist after she smacks him on the ass, shoving her back into the couch before clambering over her. Getting onto his knees, he dances right in her face, grinning when she squeals and reaches around his waist to grab both his ass cheeks as he rolls his hips.
His eyes slide over to you, sitting a polite distance away as the other girls crowd around him, getting close and personal, not wanting to miss out on the action.
You, on the other hand, look like you’d rather be curled up in the far corner with a book and a warm drink. But he can tell that you’re trying your best, sipping away at your cocktail (with an endearing wince that you try to hide when you swallow), and bobbing to the music even though you’re clearly feeling out of place around your more outgoing friends.
Being the quiet one out of the guys, he gravitates towards your energy.
Frankie always makes sure all of his customers have a good time in his session and that no one is left out, but he also wants you to be comfortable. Quietening his hips, he hops off the couch, taking two steps towards you, watching as your eyes widen, as if you want to bolt.
One corner of his lips inching upwards, he unfurls his fingers towards you, and the smile widens when you fit your smaller hand in the heart of his palm with a shy one of your own. Pulling you gently onto your feet, he surprises you with a firm tug next, spinning you around with your back to his chest.
You smell sweet, like shampoo and soap. Not letting go of your hand, he puts his other one on your hip, and you instantly stiffen when your friends screech in excitement, obviously not used to being the centre of attention.
Hooking his chin on your shoulder, he sways you to the music, his hips snug against yours. He feels you inhale sharply when his breath skims your skin, the shiver that goes through you unmistakable. He revels in your reaction, far more real and intimate than your friends’ drunken wandering hands.
You slowly thaw in his arms, the tension easing out of your shoulders where the straps of your pretty dress sit, and he knows that you don’t mean to tease when the swell of your ass brushes his front, bolder as you move your hips to the beat.
When the song draws to a close far too soon, he turns you around, wrapping one arm around your waist to dip you backwards. You let go of his hand to grasp the back of his neck on reflex, and he takes the opportunity to glide one palm up the smooth expanse of your leg, before hitching it around his waist.
He sees more than hears the whimper that slips past your lips, and he may or may not be half-hard when he presses his hips between your thighs.
As your friends holler and wolf-whistle around you, he holds your gaze, not missing how your pupils blow wide in the flashing lights.
Then you duck your head, and he lets you go, the bride-to-be demanding his attention.
You happily fade into the background again, but he catches the way your knees buckle when you wobble on your heels back to the sofa.
You’re fucking adorable.
The guys are tallying the tips for the bookkeeper in the break room when Pope comes in with a phone in his hand. ‘Fish, one of your customers left this behind. Do you know whose it is?’
Tapping on the lock screen - he sucks in a breath when you appear, posing with a big golden retriever. Your face is turned up into the sun, eyes closed in mid-laugh as the dog licks you on your cheek.
With a grunt, Frankie gets on his feet, a dull ache in the small of his back, which always happens when he thrusts a bit too vigorously. Tucking the phone safely in his pocket, he grabs his jacket and strides out, not seeing the guys looking curiously after him as he tosses over his shoulder, ‘Send me her address, Pope, I’ll drop it off.’
You jump when your laptop wakes up with a shrill ringtone. Clicking the green button, your best friend’s voice comes through the speakers.
‘Hon, the strip club just called. You left your phone there.’
With a groan, your palm meets your forehead in a smack. ‘Oh shit, it always happens when I drink! Should I go pick it up, or -’
‘Don’t worry, I gave them your address.’
‘Wait, what? You gave them my address?’
‘Relax, they’re strippers, not serial killers.’
You shift your feet nervously. ‘Do you know who’s coming?’
‘The one who danced for us today, you lucky bitch.’
Your heart almost leaps out of your mouth as you panic. ‘What the - but I’ve taken off all my make up and I’m not wearing a bra, and I got fucking chili on the stove -’
Your doorbell rings, and you whisper, ‘Shit, he’s here!’
‘Say hi to the hottie for me, babe! Night!’
Padding on bare feet towards the door, you take a deep breath, and reach for the knob.
Warm brown eyes meet yours, but not before they dart over your wet hair and pyjamas. You cross your arms self-consciously, knowing that he must have caught a glimpse of your nipples under your thin sleep shirt.
He smiles, handing you the phone. ‘Glad I caught you before you went to bed.’
Jesus H. Christ. It really is a blessing that you didn’t know what he sounded like when he had his clothes off -
You barely manage to squeak, your cheeks heating up. ‘Thanks so much for bringing it by, it was so clumsy of me.’
He shrugs easily, his gray tshirt bunching with the movement. ‘Happens. You’ll be surprised what people leave behind.’
‘What?’ you prompt, curiosity piqued.
‘I don’t strip and tell,’ he winks. ‘I’m Frankie, by the way.’
A handshake seems redundant after your close encounter earlier, so you give him your name and a smile. You admit, ‘I almost didn’t recognize you.’
He taps the beak of his cap. ‘It’s the hat.’
‘I like you better with clothes on,’ you blurt out impulsively, the alcohol still running thick through your veins.
He chuckles. ‘You might be the only one.’
He glances over your shoulder, breathing in the smell of simmering beef mince and tomatoes. ‘Are you cooking chili?’
You bite your lip. ‘Guilty. Case of midnight munchies.’
‘It smells delicious,’ he compliments you, lingering by the doorway and making no move to leave.
Emboldened, you ask, ‘Do you want some? I made way too much, as usaul.’
He grins, and it goes straight to your head. ‘I’d love to.’
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