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judebelle · 4 months

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Tomorrow is Kylian birthday can you write something about waking him up with blowie?

happy birthday - k.m. x fem!reader

authors note : i'm kinda in the middle of changing the layout of my fics so bare w me, also happy birthday kylian!

warning : smut, oral (m!receiving), a tinge of fluff, no distinct words of the consent in the beginning, but they're both consenting <3 dont read if you may feel uncomfortable

pairing : kylian mbappe x fem!reader

word count : 1k

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you took a quick peak at the alarm beside your side of the bed.

8:17 am.

a smirk played on your lips before you began pulling down your boyfriends sweats and boxers. you were careful not to wake him, only pulling them enough that his cock would come out.

you licked the smirk off your lips as you took his length in your hands. even when he was asleep his body still responded to your touch. his cock twitched softly in your palms as you stroked it gently.

your eyes darted up to kylian, who was in deep slumber above you. without wasting more time, your soft, warm lips wrapped around him.

your mouth was soft and wet as you moved it on his shaft. you kept your eyes on him when you bobbed your head up and down, agonizingly slow.

you felt him grow hard in your mouth. his eyebrows furrowed and his breath quickened. you saw him swallow sharply, his chest heaving as you continued moving along him.

he was now rock hard in your mouth, and you could taste the precum dripping from him. you focused your mouth on his tip, sucking softly because you knew he liked it.

after a few moments, you heard him slurring a few words which you couldn't understand. you could tell his skin was slick with a thin layer of sweat. finally, his eyes fluttered open.

his eyes adjusted to the very dim light peeking through his curtains. he suddenly looked down at you, his eyes wide. you gave him a wink, not stopping.

"y/n- what's going- ohhh my god.."

his head lolled back onto the soft pillows when your tongue trailed along his slit, the words leaving his lips in short breaths.

he panted out words of encouragement, "god, don't stop.." his voice was raspy and tired. his hand reached down to softly grab at your hair, trying to urge you down further.

"please, don't be a tease.." you gave into his pleas and took him deeper. after all, it was his special day.

your warm lips travelled down the burning skin of his cock, pushing as far as your could. you couldn't reach the bottom , already feeling his tip prodding the back of your throat.

but kylian had other plans. he slowly pushed you down further. your nose made contact with his pelvis, coughs and gags erupting from your throat.

"that's a good girl, taking me so well.. just like that." you could feel the strain in his voice before his hand loosened it's force on your skull. you lifted your mouth off of him to catch a breath before engulfing him again. his hand began to reach for your hair out of pure habit but you swatted it away.

you saw him immediately give up and resort to clenching the sheets, struggling to keep quiet with the pleasure he was feeling.

you mouth began bobbing up and down again at a much faster pace. your hands slid over his muscular thighs. you kneaded his flesh as your mouth kept working on him.

mewls and whimpers left his mouth when you would stop bouncing you head and focused on sucking his tip dry. your hands rushed to softly stroke along his cock.

"mon dieu, vous êtes incroyable!" (my god, you're incredible). you moaned onto him at the praise, the vibrations travelling up your throat and onto his tip.

he grunted as you left his tip to continue bobbing up and down, wanting to finish him off.

one of your hands snuck up to massage his balls. kylian's eyes rolled into his skull at that. he groaned out in ecstasy while his hands fisted the sheets, his knuckles shifting white.

"don't stop, 'm gonna cum- jesus.."

you sucked faster, slightly twisting your head as your pace increased. you felt him twitch again in your mouth, and you knew he was on the edge.

"god- i'm cumming, i'm cumming!" he warned. usually at this point, you would let him cum on your tits, or on your face. sometimes he would finish himself off with his hand, but you wanted to give him a little present.

you pushed your mouth down as far as you could, nose digging into his pelvis. the familiar feeling sent tingles between your legs. you felt him in the back of your throat, pulsing with fervor. his eyes shot open when you didn't pull off of him.

it seems that seeing his cock stuffed in your mouth when he was already teetering over the edge sent him flying over it. he bit his lip hard enough to draw blood before he craned his neck back, crying out in a rasp.

"ah hah- fuck!"

he bucked his hips up into your warm mouth. you coughed around him before he came with a sharp moan, shooting everything he had down your throat. his warm, bitter seed filled your mouth. some dripped out the sides of it and down his cock.

his hips were trembling before he collapsed flat onto the mattress. you slowly lifted your mouth from him, wiping any remnants of him with the back of your hand. you licked off any drips of seed from his sensitive shaft before crawling over his spent form.

he pried his eyes open, glazed over with the force of his orgasm. a soft smile fought its way onto his face, and you gave into the urge to kiss it.

he returned it, his weak hand cupping your cheek that was full barely a minute ago.

you broke the kiss, leaving you both panting softly. you placed another on the tip of his nose before whispering against it.

"happy birthday."

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chaneajoyyy · 3 months

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Just watched top gun maverick…… and whooo Chile. Any fics for any of them and a poc or black reader?

You know it! @leahnicole1219

TOP GUN FANFICITON (!black reader or !poc reader)

BRADLEY "ROOSTER" BRADSHAW

"you know what i need in my life is to run and jump iinto bradley bradshaws arms to kiss him like he's gets back imma sprint"- @inkdrinkerworld

"he met me in my im going to stay single phase & now i'm obsessed with him (!au)- @deanscroissant

hit the hard deck series- @purplelily247

crush (bradley x black!oc), good wife (x!blackoc)- @dulcewrites/@dulcelibra

"he puts on such a hard front but he's a total pleaser in the bedroom. he'll go all out if you're having a hard day and not ask for anything in return, no matter how much you insist it'll make you feel even better, the rooster and i series- @princessphilly

LT JAKE "HANGMAN" SERESIN

call me jake series, watermelon sugar, hangman is secretly possessive and loves leaving marks everywhere he can especially if he sees someone else flirting with his girl, Can I request a soft moment between Hangman and the girl he is seeing?, thinking about calling him daddy for the first time. Like, it just slips when you’re begging him to touch or fuck you and the man goes feral., ohhhhh Hangman finally getting with the girl of his dreams but she’s not convinced he actually likes her because she’s heavier and he’s carved like a greek statue, so he spends the night proving to her just how much he’s attracted to her, i know you wanted smutty but I’ve been feeling really blah lately so if you could hit me with some humor fluff maybe slight smut? With rbf reader who is blunt saying 10) “Look, I’m not into choking but I wouldn’t mind if you grabbed me by the neck every once in a while.” To hangman while playing pool just completely shocking him, going off the thought that Hangman has a classic sailor pinup on his thigh... Could we please have some Hangman tattoo worship please?- @princessphilly

mrs. seresin- @afictionalwhor3

jake's love language, cowboy's date with a georgian (xblack!oc), wet dreams, texas roadhouse, jade, alien storytime (another world series) - @entertainmentgirl80

"hello hello my love <3 I thought maybe I could request something where reader has never really been comforted when crying throughout her life but one time Jake walks in on her crying and just comforts her. She doesn’t expect that and it’s all just a bunch of fluff! I love your writing so much thank you for putting your work out for people to enjoy <3- @inkdrinkerworld

you're pretty, so happening, you're alive, trip to the bahamas no fuck that series- @itsthestutterforme

LT RUBEN "PAYBACK" FITCH

"we neverrrr talk about Payback. Tell me about what happens when Reuben takes a girl out on their first date. Since I'm feeling all mushy."- @princessphilly

LT JAVY "COYOTE" MACHADO

"just wanna share sime little thots on Javy but damn does that man look like he gives such good head. He's reserved but when its behing closed doors that mouth can do anything you want ((but you'll have to ask niceky first)) 🥴", "thots on Coyote and pussy worship?"- @princessphilly

daylight, pie, cancelled flights and beignets- @siempre-bucky

if it's worth your time series, promise this ain't a test, i did what i had to do, for better days, how sweet it is...- @coyotesamachado

flight scare- @words-4u

pie- @siempre-bucky

LT BILLY "FRITZ" AVALONE

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LT MICKEY "FANBOY" GARCIA

what happens when mickey grows his hair out... - @siempre-bucky

take me by the heart, take me by the hand- @rae-gar-targaryen

warped series (with jake seresin)- @anjaelle

ROBERT "BOB" FLOYD

sundress season, bob is a freak in the bedroom, good girls do, bob and his good girl's wedding night, "anything you got for rooster i'll take it...literally anything but like him on the beach playing touch football" - @princessphilly

white christmas (spy/the americans au)- @dulcewrites

morning showers, koko's and bobby's sexy time, koko's insecurities, expecting again koko's & bobby's special day, koko's special valentine's, - @entertainmentgirl80

the new girl, i think you're cute- @ladyelissarose

might be an understatement- @friendlyneighborhoodchaosdemon

***LET ME KNOW IF YOU HAVE ANY !BLACK READER OR !POC READER FIC WITH THESE CHARACTERS HIT MY LINE!!!***

#the bp plug #bp librarian at your service #let's chat #sip tea #talk fanfiction #talk top gun: maverick fanfiction #talk top gun fanfiction #top gun: maverick fanfiction #leahnicole1219

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wags-confessions · 2 years

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What’s your opinions of smut and football fanfiction? Curious to see if the admins and followers of the blog have any strong opinions, write, or read it. I personally think it’s fine, other than weird scenarios where people want fics about getting cheated on, or other unhealthy relationship situations

Im a Writer myself ( not fanficiton ) but i understsnd why ppl wouldnt like it. espedially those who are involved. i have nothing against smut stories and fanficifon in general but it should stay redpectful snd such! i think there was a football player if im not mistaken who openly spoke against it — Belle

#Controversial topics

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penguintransporter · 2 years

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Every You, Every Me (Leon Goretzka) Part X

a/n: hey there 😊 as promised, here it is, and I hope you will like it. consider this a prelude to the finale, because I’ve already started writing the next update, which I belive it will be second to last, but I am not sure. I am so attached to Sofie that it is really difficult for me to say goodbye. as usual, I would appreciate it if you tell me your honest opinion, share the story or just heart (that’s fine too, I still love you). happy reading x Mia

“I believe there was a mention of CMR substances on the page forty-six,” Sofie started, glancing away from her notes, and at her colleague on the other side of the Zoom meeting who seemed to be everything but thrilled by her presence, and the fact that he was paired to do this with her. He was older than she was, his hair already streaked with greys, and compared to Sofie’s choice of wearing leggings and an worn-out t-shirt, he was dressed as if he was doing his dissertation, and not exchanging notes for their upcoming exam.

“Yes, that’s right…,” the man commented flatly, and Sofie looked up yet again, only to find him staring blatantly at her haircut with a visible disdain written all over his face.

Ruffling through the papers in front of her, Sofie opened her mouth to speak again, but the sound of the doorbell above her doors made her stop — her eyes moving briefly towards her narrow hallway before meeting her apathetic colleague’s eyes once again.

“I swear, I wasn’t expecting anyone. Do you think we can continue this some other time?” she asked hurriedly, already starting to get to her feet, from where she was kneeling on the floor in front of her coffee table as yet another shrill of the bell reverberated throughout her small apartment.

The disinterested man nodded, almost too quickly, and before Sofie was even able to say something else, he had muttered his halfhearted ‘bye’ and left the meeting as if he was chased by some sort of mob. Sofie stood there for a second, staring at the dark screen in bewilderment before narrowing her eyebrows at his rudeness, trying to ignore the fact that whoever was at the door was getting a bit too impatient.

Calm your tits.

Kicking away her trainers that sat in the middle of the narrow hallway, Sofie brushed down her t-shirt from any wrinkles and breadcrumbs leftovers from the toast she had earlier with her lunch — her brain working like a clock as she tried to remember if Elle mentioned something about coming back early from her trip to Bochum where she was visiting her parents for the past couple of days.

No, she didn’t, and anyway, Elle has keys and rarely rings the doorbell.

Glancing at her feet, Sofie rolled her shoulders a little, unlocking the doors quickly — her breath catching itself inside her throat upon seeing the one person she wasn’t expecting to see.

Leon stood in front of her — his hands in the pockets of his denim jacket, hunching lightly due to his height, and when he peered down at her, Sofie felt her stomach twist in excitement. Mumbling a small greeting, Leon smiled at her, and Sofie, unable to say anything, only smiled back, albeit somewhat confused with his presence at her doors.

Despite giving everything she could to try and forget and move on from Leon, upon her return from Italy, and after not being able to sleep for several nights, Sofie came to the conclusion that she was nowhere near to erasing the feelings she harboured towards one of her closest friends. She felt defeated, and she felt ashamed for how weak he was making her, but she just couldn’t pretend anymore — her heart had always been stronger than her head, and even though she knew it would ruin her, Sofie decided to wave a white flag at herself, and accept the defeat.

Giving up on giving up.

“May I come in?” Leon asked, breaking Sofie’s train of thoughts — his eyes gazing over her shoulder, and she only managed to nod, muttering a quiet string of apologies for her rudeness before stepping aside.

Brushing past her, Leon carelessly took of his shoes — the faint scent of his aftershave, reaching Sofie’s nose, and foolish as she was, she let herself inhale it briefly before turning around on her heel as she closed the doors, watching him walk inside the sitting room, just the way he did, many times before.

Many times that eventually turned into a rarity these days.

“Is something wrong?” Sofie asked as she entered the room, nervously scratching at her forearm — nails grazing at the barely tanned skin as she looked at where he was sitting, close to the edge of the sofa — eyes roaming over the mess around her makeshift study area.

“Why would something be wrong?” he asked, meeting her eyes, “I just felt like stopping by. It’s been a while.”

“Today?” Sofie asked, almost instantly regretting her words, aware that she was sounding ruder than she wanted to.

Leon ran a hand over his mouth, looking away from her. “I can go, if you want me to. I was just—I honestly don't know…,” he trailed off, clearing his throat lightly. “You’re probably studying or something?” he added quickly, already getting up, but Sofie just shook her head a little as she reached out towards his arm to stop him, but then changed her mind before she could do so.

“Wait, you know I didn’t mean it like that,” she mumbled as she crossed the small distance to her laptop, closing the screen of the device. “It’s just—I am surprised to see you here, that’s all,” Sofie added, running her hand over the nape of her neck. “Aren’t you supposed to be packing or spending time with your girlfriend before your flight to Lisbon?”

Yvonne.

Her name is Yvonne, Sofie.

She exists, and they are happy together.

Leon was watching her, giving an excuse to her heart to start beating faster in her chest, and in order to quiet it down, Sofie looked away and down at his hands where he had them clasped together — elbows resting against his knees.

“Sudden change of plans, I guess. Thought we could hang out,” he answered, and Sofie nodded carefully, trying to read his face-expression, and even though he didn’t seem to be sad, something was telling her that he wasn’t being completely honest with her.

Nodding to herself, Sofie took a step before crouching down in front of him — the words tumbling down from between her lips without hesitation.

“Are you sure you want to hang out, or are you here to take a nap?” Sofie asked — her heart swelling at his boyish smile that made his smile lines appear.

“Where did you get that idea?” Leon asked with a grin, as he started shurgging off his jacket, discarding it carelessly over the backrest of her sofa.

Sofie tried her best to keep her face straight, but it was in vain. “I’ll go and make us some coffee. New brew actually, and it’s been waiting to be served in your favourite Borussia Dortmund mug,” she grinned, causing him to laugh a little — his curls flapping over his forehead as Sofie got up to her feet. “Get yourself comfy, and I will be back in a minute.”

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Underlining the last passage in her course material, Sofie slowly repeated the sentence to herself — her eyes moving rapidly between her notes and the text on the paper. Outside, the sun had already started to set, and Sofie, after witnessing Leon fall asleep on her Sofa, retreated quietly to her bedroom, hoping that she was going to be able to force herself to do some much needed studying, yet, doing so, proved to be an almost impossible task, with all the thoughts roaring inside her head — all of them caused by Leon’s unexpected visit.

Only when a knock against the doorframe reached her ears, did she look up from the words that were just a bunch of blurry lines in front of her eyes — smiling timidly at the sight of a dishevelled Leon as he apprehensively stood outside her bedroom. Not bothering to say anything, Sofie only motioned for him to walk in before pulling the highlighter’s cap from between her lips and closing the neon-coloured marker.

“I can’t remember when was the last time that I was inside your bedroom,” Leon commented as he hesitantly walked in, sticking his hands in the pockets of his jeans as he looked around as if he was trying to figure out if something had changed since the last time.

“I’d say my birthday, last year,” Sofie answered, folding her legs in front of her in order to get more comfortable.

Leon nodded, turning so that he was facing away from her as he focused on the photos that Sofie had stuck on the wall, both polaroids and printed ones from her camera roll — memories of outings, picnics, parties and holiday trips, forever etched on the smooth surface, including the entire row of the most recent ones, taken in Italy, almost a month ago.

“You look beautiful in this one,” Leon commented absentmindedly, peering down at the photograph in which Sofie was leaning against the doorway of the villa they stayed at in Italy, covering half of her face as she grinned at whatever Serge was telling her — his body bent forward as if he was trying to show her how to deadlift. “I mean—the picture is very beautiful. I wasn’t there, right? Was Elle—was Elle the one who took it?” he quickly rambled — his voice slightly louder as he cleared his throat a little.

Anxiously, Sofie nodded. “You were upstairs, with Yvonne,” she answered, looking down at her bare fingernails, trying to stop herself from getting too attached to his first statement. “Anyway, had a good nap?”

Leon only glanced at her briefly, nodding, before looking back at the photos — eyes slowly moving over some old ones, taken on some of their first get-togethers. “Do you even have to ask?” he chuckled, “been trying to have a decent nap at home, but for some reason, it’s never as good as when I nap here,” Leon added, turning fully to face her before leaning against her dresser.

It took everything in Sofie to look away from where he had his arms crossed at his chest — his physique overwhelming her for a second.

“Must be the sofa,” Sofie joked a little as she closed her book and gathered her papers, trying to keep herself occupied, but despite avoiding to look at him, Sofie could tell that Leon’s smirking at her.

“I think it’s your presence, if you ask me,” he answered nonchalantly, and the second the words left his mouth, Sofie looked up — her eyes widening a little.

“Leon…,” Sofie heaved out as he kept looking at her with an amused face expression.

“Hmm?” he mused lightly. “Was I not supposed to say that, either?” Leon asked, and Sofie just shrugged, remembering their conversation in Italy — his words a constant guest inside her head.

“You can say it,” Sofie nodded, smoothing down the wrinkles on her comforter with her fingers. “It’s just—I am not sure…—well, you know it yourself. Why make me say it?”

“I understand,” Leon muttered, his face turning solemn for a moment as he looked away and towards the window that was facing the facade of the building in front of Sofie’s. “I promise, making you uncomfortable is the last thing I want.”

Both of them let the silence fall upon them, and even though it wasn’t as tense or deafening as it used to be, the atmosphere didn’t feel comfortable either — the only sound being the laughter of the children, playing in the inner courtyard. Wanting to lift the mood of where their conversation was going, Sofie took a small breath, nervously running her hand across her head.

“Well, since we are talking about me being uncomfortable,” Sofie started — the rational part of her brain screaming at her to stop herself from what she was about to do. “I’ve got a present for you.”

Hearing her words, Leon looked away from the window and back at her — his face painted with curiosity. “I already have a car, Sofie, but thank you,” he smirked, and Sofie couldn’t help but roll her eyes and scrunch her nose at him.

“It’s actually a yearly delivery of your favourite apples,” she joked back as she got to her feet, teasing a chuckle out of Leon’s throat, which in return made her stomach erupt with butterflies.

Walking to where he was standing, Sofie motioned for him to move away a little before opening the second drawer of her dresser — her ears suddenly flaring up upon realisation that Leon had the perfect view of some of the very expensive lacey lingerie she had foolishly bought years ago; something she wasn’t wearing, but wasn’t able to sell or give away.

Trying to stay nonchalant about it, Sofie kept rummaging through the drawer, ignoring Leon’s raised eyebrows — his eyes obviously fixated on a particular item of clothing.

“Light blue, huh?” he asked.

Blushing, Sofie ignored him as she closed the drawer before turning to face him, but moved slightly away, trying to maintain the distance. “Look, it’s really stupid, and Elle agrees, by the way,” she started, “I bought it for you on my last trip to Denmark, and I thought it’d give it to you before the season, but then, I suppose…I didn’t.” Sofie smiled a little, albeit sadly, remembering exactly why the present stayed confined in her drawer for almost a year. “Maybe you can take it to Lisbon with you, even though I know you’re not superstitious.”

Timidly, Sofie stopped talking as she took another step away before outstretching her hand to show him a keychain with a small, red cube attached to it.

“A Lego?” Leon asked — his voice confused, but he put his hand out anyway, watching as Sofie dropped the small item in his palm, giving him a nervous, one-sided shrug.

“Yeah,” she muttered, looking at the cube herself. “It’s red and it has eight studs, just like your jersey and the number on your back, and also, because I am a nerd—” Sofie grinned, glancing up at him, “—it’s Lego, as in Leon Goretzka… get it, Le-Go?”

By the time she had finished her monologue, Sofie’s heart was beating frantically inside her chest, and in order to compose herself, she ran both of her hands across her head, suddenly feeling extremely self-conscious about the entire ordeal. Across from her, Leon was quiet as he looked down at his palm, resembling a person that has never seen a Lego brick before and was fascinated with how it worked.

“Sofie—,” he finally whispered — his voice soft.

“—I know, it’s silly,” Sofie mumbled, “but I thought you’d appreciate it, and if you don’t want it, you’ve seen my keys,” she rambled on, unable to stop herself, “I am sure I can fit one more, or I can ask Elle—”

Sofie had expected many things to happen, and she was ready to hear whatever Leon wanted to say, but to have him place his hand against her cheek — his touch spreading warmth throughout her, wasn’t one of them. Feeling like she was slowly starting to slip away, Sofie tried to back away, but Leon’s barely whispered ‘wait…’ made her stop and rethink her actions.

“What are you doing to me, Sofie…,” Leon trailed off, and Sofie, instead of answering, only shrugged lightly, fighting the urge to close her eyes and lean into his touch — just the way she did the last time. “I swear, Sofie, I’ve never thought—there is something about you—,” Leon’s voice cracked slightly at the end — the tone turning into a much gruffer and deeper sound, sending a small shiver down Sofie’s spine.

“I don’t know…,” Sofie breathed out, focusing on the embroidered logo of his t-shirt for a moment before feeling Leon’s hand guiding her face up, forcing her to look at him.

“Once again,” Leon started — his eyes looking between her lips and her eyes as he smiled at her, “I wasn’t asking, but giving statements, Sofie.”

Sofie wasn’t able to move as Leon’s lips touched hers with a certain kind of uncertainty and hesitation, which didn’t last long, because as soon as she closed her eyes and parted her own lips, Leon kissed her without holding back — their lips desperate for the touch as if that was the only way to survive the apocalypse.

Kissing him, she didn’t feel like she was floating, and she didn’t hear angels singing or any other nonsense — her heartbeats pounding inside her ears, and unable to control how she was feeling, she stepped closer, causing Leon to drop the keyring on the floor before bringing his other hand to the other side of her face to pull her closer — tongue finding its way to meet with hers, just as hungry and needy.

Every inch of Sofie’s body was awakening as Leon’s hands slid away from her face, down her sides, crawling underneath the fabric of her t-shirt — his lips leaving hers only to kiss a path down her neck as he gripped her waist tighter, pulling her closer.

As if he was afraid she was going to run away.

As if he knew what might happen.

As if—

Sofie’s eyes flew open the second she felt Leon’s teeth graze the sensitive skin of her neck, without a doubt determined to leave his mark on her, and as if slapped in the face, Sofie pushed him away — her head shaking violently as she turned around, slightly dizzy and breathless.

“No, no, no—,” she groaned, covering her face with her hands, feeling her legs shake.

What are you doing?

“Sofie, why are you—look at me, please?” Leon pleaded — his hand touching hers, but Sofie only pulled it away, unable to stop her thoughts.

“You can’t just do that to me, Leon,” Sofie whispered, suddenly ashamed that she kissed him, knowing that he has someone, waiting for him, on the other side of the city, probably wondering what her boyfriend is up to. “It’s not okay—” she added as she felt the tears prick the surface of her eyes. “It’s not fair….”

Taking a breath to calm herself down, Sofie quickly turned around before walking out of her room, not bothering to tie her shoelaces as she slipped on her shoes, leaving her apartment and Leon behind.

hereby, I declare that I am ready to take beatings of any kind of sort. x

#leon goretzka #leon goretzka imagine #leon goretzka fanfiction #leon goretzka fic #football fic #football fanfic #footballer imagines #footballer fanficiton #footballer x reader #bayern munich fanfiction

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labonapartiste · 6 years

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My partner is a huge (American) football fan. I am not, so I’m killing time and pretending to be interested by looking for slash fanart or fanficiton about the players who have interesting chemistry.

Guys, there’s nothing. They touch each other’s butts so much. How has Tumblr not tapped the homoerotic potential of this game? What is going on?

#the internet has let me down #I found the exception to rule 34 #at least on tumblr #football #homoeroticism #confusing things #superbowl 52

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novelmachine · 7 years

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Ten UNDERTALE Fanworks Every Fan Needs to Check Out

It’s February 15th, time once again to celebrate International Fanworks Day! Seriously, how great is that? Whether it’s books, movies, comics, games or television series, fanworks make up a huge part of their communities. This year I’m tackling UNDERTALE, the game that most people (myself included) fell in love with and whose fandom is still going strong more than a year later.

Some of them have been completed, some of them are only partially done, and some of them have been forgotten. Regardless of their status, I think they’re special and amazing and I hope you will love them as much as I do. I’ll do my best to leave out any spoilers.

Death by Glamour

Here’s a neat animatic featuring our favorite human and robot. Animated by Alyssa Gerwing, this video makes their battle look really cool, bringing the fight sequence out of the box and into UNDERTALE’s real world. You have to love the pacing and timing, which is perfectly in sync with the boss music. The facial expressions really give it something extra, whether it be humor or drama. What a stylish video! @walkingmelonsaaa

Papyrus Finds a Human

This animation was an unexpected delight. This was not the cutesy video I thought it would be. With it’s mild swearing and cartoon violence, Mike (a.k.a. Piemations) created a brilliantly funny video. The voice acting is flawless. The punchlines hit home. Papyrus is the best. I can’t write much else without giving all the best bits away. Just go experience it for yourself. As an added bonus, I highly recommend turning on the subtitles while watching the video for the second time. You will not be disappointed.

UNDERTALE ANNIVERSARY

This animation blew me away. I was a fan of iscoppie’s Game Grumps animations before this, but wow. This six-minute video depicts a moment I rarely see people tackle: how Undyne and Alphys met. It’s a bittersweet meeting when you really think about it, and this animation captures and balances all of the emotions involved: fear, hope, resignation, awe. The colors are gorgeous, the voice talent is wonder, and the music is beautiful. This is the best UNDERTALE tribute to date. @iscoppie

The Sons of Gaster

There are many theories as to how, or even if, Sans and Papyrus are connected to W.D. Gaster. One popular theory is that they were created by the doctor. This two-part comic series by sansybones depicts the skeleton brothers’ beginnings: their time with Gaster, growing and gaining independence, and how the two bros become family. The black-and-white style–with the occasional blue–is very effective and looks really nice. I especially love Papyrus’ facial expressions; they capture his personality perfectly. One thing I do appreciate is that this isn’t just a Sans story. Papyrus is just as important and has just as much focus and growth. Sansybones’ depiction of the UNDERTALE characters is fantastic. Their feelings, struggles, and personalities feel genuine and sincere. It’s an emotional roller coaster well worth the ride. @sansybones

They Say He Shattered

I’m a big fan of the multiverse theory. I’ve talked about it extensively in regards to Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. If you’re like me, then this comic is right up your alley. Emily plays with the idea of timelines collapsing and converging in They Say He Shattered, creating the best kind of mess. It’s a fascinating story that balances humor and seriousness very well. Each game ending results in another dimension, but it seems the very fabric of time and space has been broken. Characters come face-to-face with different realities or feel the effects of forces on their other selves. Some things happen out of order. Some things that never should have been are now possible. It’s really hard to explain, but well worth a read. I’m really excited to get to the bottom of this mystery. @theysayheshattered

A CHARActer Analysis

Normally when we think of “fanwork” we think of art, music, fanfiction, cosplay, videos, and animation. However, this thesis bears recognition. Toby Fox created a cast of characters rich in personality and full of life. Chara is one of the only characters in UNDERTALE to be almost unanimously revered and portrayed as one-dimensional. They’re evil and hate humanity and that’s the end of that. Only it’s not. In this analysis we are shown every detail we may have missed. Chara’s story is scattered throughout the game. There are so many subtle hints and clues that most people wouldn’t notice or even think twice about. This in-depth thesis is by far the best explanation of who/what Chara is, who they were, and their role in the overall game. With all of this evidence, you may find yourself viewing Chara in a completely different light. @thefloweryfanclub

Never a Lovely So Real

The artwork shown above was created by theslowesthnery.

Of all the UNDERTALE AU’s, the Gangster/Mob AU is my big favorite. I adore this AU, and this fanficiton was heaven-sent. Kaesa’s Never a Lovely So Real is loosely based on Hnery’s neat headcanons and spectacular art surrounding the Gangster AU. This story is told from Sans’ point of view as he tries to keep the family safe. You have all of your favorite major characters playing their roles in the operation, while a lot of minor characters show up frequently as well. I really appreciate that Sans and Alphys are science bros and have to work as a team. I normally don’t like a who lot of new characters being added into fanfictions, but here it works. Getting to know the rival gang members goes to show that not everything is black-and-white, especially in these types of situations. Much like the game, the “bad guys” aren’t always bad guys. One of the greatest things about this fanfiction is how much research and knowledge went into it. I was impressed by how authentic this story felt the first time I read through it. Kaesa did her homework and it shows. There’s mystery. There’s action. There’s romance. There’s suspense. This is a great work. Did I mention the Gangster AU was my favorite? @kaesaaurelia

Under Shield

The artwork shown above was created by hamstermastersamster.

Here we have my favorite post-true-pacifist story. Under Shield by Fantasia Wandering is a series of fics told out of order telling of Frisk growing up and growing into their role as ambassador, as well as dealing with their past and becoming part of a family again. Frisk is given a lot of character and background, but it never seems like too much. Frisk is a person with big feelings and big thoughts, and sometimes they can weigh too heavily on their mind. These feelings, accompanied with the struggles of growing up, are relatable to everyone and make it easy to slip into Frisk’s shoes. Although Frisk is the main focus, some of the main cast have important developments as well. One of the most powerful chapters in this series is the eighth part: Penance. Asgore’s redemption arc is a prominent theme throughout the series. He’s not immediately forgiven for his sins by Toriel, or even himself. This in turn affects his relationship with Frisk. It’s a process that takes many years and the reader is there for each important step. This fic’s strongest suit is its stunning imagery. The environments Fantasia has created are painted so vividly. Any reader can picture the settings in great detail. Overall, this is one well-written series. @fantasiawandering

Blood of the Covenant

The artwork shown above was created by donidoodles.

Remember when PTA Sans was a thing? Well, this is the PTA slice-of-life UNDERTALE story the fans deserve. Blood of the Covenant takes place nearly a decade after the game. Everyone has grown up–and it shows–but they still retain their character. Doni’s characterization is so on point. This fic has the most realistic high school you’ll ever find. None of that Lifetime or Disney Channel nonsense here. The history teacher coaches the football team, the PTA is a hot mess, and aside form a few ass-hats the kids are generally nice and friendly. (Is this my high school? I feel like this was based on my high school.) The story’s strongest appeal is that every character’s time is balanced and utilized effectively. This cast is huge and yet every single one of them has their time to shine. I’ve read a lot of UNDERTALE PTA fics and most of them are a lot of fun, but a common trend in those stories is that the human members of the PTA (Linda, Helen, etc.) are usually so cartoonish and two-dimensional, like their only purpose is to be ignorant evil villains. Here our antagonists are fleshed out. They have feelings, struggles, even arcs of their own. They learn and grow just as the protagonists do. This is a fantastic, well-rounded story. I lost so much sleep the first time I read through it because I could not stop. It was all worth it, though. I promise. @doniblogs

The Scientist

The link provided leads to AO3, but you can also read it on Tumblr. The artwork shown above was created by hamstermastersamster.

This is my favorite pre-game scenario. Out of all the fanfictions I’ve read, this two-part series written by Pen has the best portrayal of Dr. W.D. Gaster and his backstory. The first part of the series, The Scientist, revolves around the life and times of the royal scientist before Dr. Alphys got the job. The passage of time feels seamless, from the point of monsters’ imprisonment to the end of Gaster’s existence. It makes sense and goes right along with UNDERTALE’s timeline. Everything fits together like a puzzle. I could go on and on about the relationship between Gaster and Sans. It is just so strong and told very well. They are co-workers instead of father and son as I’ve seen in many fanfictions. (I prefer the colleague dynamic, actually.) The audience can get a real sense that their bond teeters between healthy camaraderie and toxic friendship, eventually falling to the side of the latter. The second part in the series, Entropy, shifts the focus onto Sans and how he deals with the aftermath of Gaster’s disappearance. It shows Sans’ own decline; he is deteriorating into the character we see in-game. This story is as well-written and intriguing as its predecessor. It paints by far the most natural, realistic relationship between Papyrus and Sans. Their situation, their dialogue, and their banter is so believable. There’s something really pure about it that just makes me smile. This series, you guys. This series. @talkingsoup

So there you have it! I had so much fun making this list. I can’t believe I’ve been working on this post for a whole year.Shortly after I made a similar post about Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle fanworks last International Fanworks Day, I got right to work on this one. Thanks as always to anyone who read this. If you’d like to discuss anything you read here today or have recommendations of your own, please feel free to reply to this post or drop something in my ask box. Have an awesome day, friends! @undertale

#undertale #undertale fandom #international fanworks day #geeettttttt dunked on!!!#hannah reviews #hannah talks nerdy

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wordsrandomlytumbling · 11 years

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Lady Be Mine - Chapter 19

Chapter 19 - In Which Mesut Unleashes A Monster

[Mesut]

"I think you're my soulmate," Lilly said to him.

"Really?" He raised his brows.

"I don't think soulmates are strictly romantic. Like, I know you're my soulmate because I can see us when we're both old, still doing what we do. I mean, obviously not ballet and football-- just talking to each other, giving each other a hard time, maybe bragging about our respective grandkids."

"You know, I can imagine growing old with you too," he said, but he was imagining holding her wrinkly hand while they watch the grandkids that they would have someday.

Sergio's loud laugh rang from across the pitch from and he jokingly pushed Pipita away. The two commenced roughhousing, to the dismay of their skills coach. Sergio has been in a good mood all day. That means that he and Lilly had patched things up. His chest constricted, and it didn't have anything to do with running around all day. Did he really think his confession to Lilly would change anything?

He slipped out as soon as training ended so that he wouldn't need to talk to Sergio. There was no way that he would be able to keep his face from showing his emotions. Not after his lips still tingled at the memory of that kiss with Lilly. He wasn't a complete idiot, he knew what that kiss meant-- or what it didn't mean-- but that kiss almost made him want to fight for her.

Almost, but not quite. One can only fight for someone who wants to be won over. And Lilly--

--Lilly was sitting on the step leading to his doorway. She obviously came from dance rehearsals; her hair was still wet down her back like she had rushed here after showering. Her arms were wrapped around her knees, where her chin was resting. She looked up when she approached.

"Hey… What are you doing here?" he asked, trying to sound casual.

She stood up and looked directly at Mesut. Her chin was up, haughty, but her eyes were unsure.

"You told me the other night to do with your confession what I will…" she said.

"Yes," he said.

"I don't know what to do about it, Mesut. Tell me what to do," she pleaded. She looked stricken and shaken that Mesut wanted to take everything he had said back so that her confident Lilly, that one that was his friend and teased him would return to him.

"I can't tell you what to do, Lilly. You have to decide."

"Do you want me to go on as if nothing changed?" she asked.

"If that's what you want," he said in a resigned voice.

"But what do you want?" she asked, her voice carrying a note of desperation.

"Obviously, Lilly, I want you!" he answered, his voice rising. "Is that what you came here to hear? I want you. I don't want you with Sergio, I want you with me. But you're with him and he's my friend and I'm trying to do the right thing, but you coming here is not making it easy because I kept thinking about our kiss the other night and how I want to kiss you again right now-- fuck it--"

He grabbed her by the shoulders and kissed her hungrily, almost punishingly. She pushed him away, her face stricken.

"We can't" she protested.

He looked at her imploringly, not loosening the grip on her arm. If he was hurting her, she didn't give any indication of it. Then, to Mesut's surprise, she was the one who kissed him again, tiptoeing to reach his mouth. Mesut's arms went around her waist automatically as her hand moved to his nape. He started to kiss her back, his lips desperately trying to memorize every nuance of hers.

He stopped when he felt the wetness on her cheeks against his.

He pulled his face away to look at her. Her eyes were still closed, but tears were streaming down her face. Mesut felt like the guilt was ripping his chest wide open. He had made her cry. Him. He hurt her by putting her in this position.

"I'm sorry," he said. "This isn't how it's supposed to happen." And yet, he couldn't let her go. In the end, it was her who pulled away from his embrace.

"I shouldn't have," she said. "We shouldn't have."

"I know," Mesut answered. He has wronged Sergio. He never thought he could do this to anyone, much less a friend, but here he was.

When he told Lilly about his feelings-- as soon as the words were out-- it was like a monster that grew and grew and demanded to be fed. He couldn't push it back where he used to lock it up anymore. He just couldn't. But what kind of love was this, when the closest thing he could describe it is a monster?

His mind flashed to how happy Sergio was at training earlier. Maybe he was the monster.

#Lady Be Mine #Mesut Ozil #Sergio Ramos #football fanficiton

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fulhambroadway · 13 years

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Dejé mi corazón en Atenas- Part Eleven.

A/N: Another short part, but better than nothing right? :)

Dejé mi corazón en Atenas-

Part Eleven:

“Bella!” Cesc called as he let himself into my hotel room, it was my last night in it before Narcissa and I moved into our shared apartment. Cesc and Lio had helped us to pick a gorgeous apartment and we were grateful for the boys’ help.

I’d only just gotten back myself having taken a walk around Barcelona, tears streaming down my cheeks, hood pulled up to hide my face as I thought back on the afternoon with Alex. I dabbed at my eyes one last time before turning to Cesc and plastering a false smile onto my face.

“Hola!” I rushed over to him and threw my arms around his neck, crashing my lips against his. I was desperate to feel the spark, to feel the warmth between us. I wanted to feel any thing. I waited as he pressed his soft lips to mine, hands at my hips. I felt nothing.

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Alexandre Rodrigues Da Silva.

“Not tonight, Barbara!” I groaned as I shoved her off of me.

“What?” She asked angrily, lifting one of her shoes above her head to strike me. She liked to use her expensive designer heels to threaten me with, often ones that I'd paid for.

“I just don’t feel like it, I’m tired” I protested.

“I don’t believe you, Alexandre. I know that you guys only had a light training session today. So who was she? Hmm? Is she still here? Hiding in my closet? Laughing at me because she’s been with my boyfriend?” She screamed at me, bringing her stiletto heel down against my cheek. I cried out in pain as I felt a sticky liquid drip down my face.

I grabbed her by her wrists and pushed her away, striding to the door quickly before she could come at me again. I heard her shoe collide with the door a few seconds after it had closed behind me.

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“What’s wrong, querida?” Cesc asked quietly as we pulled away from each other. I pressed my face into his shirt and slipped my arms around his waist.

“Nothing” I mumbled against the material.

“Are you sure?” he pressed.

I nodded against his chest as my fingers curled into the material of his shirt, I gripped it so tightly that I almost choked him before I let go. “S-sorry” I muttered.

“It’s okay sweet heart, you don’t look too well” he whispered, pressing his palm against my forehead before he led me over to the bed and tucked me in under the covers.

“I’m fine!” I protested but he wouldn’t listen. He fetched me a glass of water and pressed a kiss to my forehead before he mumbled a ‘good night’ and left.

I wasn’t sick and I definitely couldn’t sleep. I dug out my phone from its usual spot beneath my pillow. I clutched it tightly before dialling a familiar number.

#deje mi corazon en atenas #football fanficiton #pato #fabregas #alexandre pato

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judebelle · 5 months

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reader playing for the females Barca and during a game where halfway through a game she hurt her knee or got injured and is torn because she was the youngest of the team! And Pedri getting worried and the guys have to calm him down after seeing you get out on the stretcher! Ty <3

your pain is my pain - p.g. x reader

a/n : keep these creative reqs comingg!!!

cw : swearing, angst, injury, fluff

wc : 1.6k

pairing : pedri gonzalez x fem!reader

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the spotlight shone down on you. as the game unfolded, your exceptional speed and agility became the focal point of the match, captivating the audience with your electrifying bursts of speed across the field.

with every stride, you showcased an impressive combination of skill and determination that left spectators in awe. in the blink of an eye, you skillfully maneuvered past defenders, leaving your opponents astonished in your tracks.

as you approached the goal, the anticipation in the stadium reached an all time high. in a swift and calculated move, you ripped a powerful shot that soared past the goalkeeper, finding its place in the back of the net.

the crowd erupted in cheers, celebrating not only the goal but also the extraordinary talent of you, y/n l/n.

running towards the corner flag, your fingers drew together in the shape of goggles before your brought them up to frame your eyes. you stood in front of the crowd, dedicating your goal to your boyfriend, pedro.

the crowd chanted your name as your teammates jumped up on your shoulders, arms, back, shoving you left and right in congratulations. you gave one last look to the v.i.p. stands above. pedro blew you a kiss and cheered for you.

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you were nearing the halftime whistle, and aitana had struck the ball towards you. her perfectly executed pass met your quick feet as you travelled up the pitch.

the crowd roared as you sprinted faster and faster, struggling to keep up with your own legs.

however, the cheers in the stadium quickly turned to shouts of concern as you were tackled by an opposing defender. with a loud yelp, sure to have been caught by the microphones on the sidelines. you suddenly grimaced in pain and crumbled to the ground.

the whistle blew, and the passionate energy from the fans was overshadowed by a hushed silence.

medical personnel rushed to your side as you clutched your knee in agony. you rolled side to side with gritted teeth and eyes shut tight. the atmosphere in the stadium became somber. you felt a cooling spray touch the burning skin of your knee while your teammates surrounded you. some medics moved you and lifted you off the cold hard turf. you were laid on a stretcher.

as you were carefully transferred off the field, you rested your palm over your eyes to block the inescapable sun. you continued to hiss softly in pain on your journey off the pitch.

tears collected in your eyes before the sunlight slowly disappeared and you were rushed through the tunnel.

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pedro's eyes were fixed intently on the field as he witnessed the intense battle between your team and the opponents. you had been weaving through the defenders with exceptional agility, showing off your determination on the pitch.

the crowd roared with excitement as you made a breakthrough, but the thrill turned to dread in an instant. an opposing defender executed a fierce tackle, sending you sprawling to the ground with an audible yelp.

pedro's heart clenched as the distressing sound rang in his ears. "shit." he whispered before he leapt to his feet, unable to contain the surge of worry that washed over him. his barcelona teammates and close friends, sensing his escalating anxiety, rushed to his side.

"hey, pedro bro, she's tough, she'll be okay," reassured pablo, placing a calming hand on pedro's shoulder.

"yeah, remember that time she sprained her ankle and came back even stronger?" added fermin, attempting to offer words of encouragement.

but pedro's eyes remained glued to the field, the drama unfolding before him. each passing moment felt like an eternity, growing concern and worry etched on his face. not even the reassurances and comforting gestures of his friends managed to anchor him down.

if he was able to run onto the pitch to see you, he would've been by your side already.

he watched as you were stretchered off. your hand was covering your eyes, but he could make out the pained expression on your face. pedro felt the air knock out of his lungs at the sight of it.

"y/n!" he called out hopelessly, knowing no matter what he did, you were still hurt. he rushed out of the stands, muttering 'sorry' and 'excuse me' whenever he could.

cameras were pointed at him now, but he couldn't care less. all he needed was to be by your side. his feet quickly moved as he descended the stairs of the stadium.

with that, he ran into the tunnel to follow you, urgency written on his features.

he followed the men wheeling you towards a room before a nurse shut it and turned to him in surprise.

"sir, you can't be here right now-"

"i need to see her, please. is she okay? what happened?" his chest heaved from both running to try to see you and the worry settling in his heart.

the woman looked down in guilt before mumbling. "i'm very sorry sir, it looks quite serious. you'll have to wait out here until she's checked up and possibly operated on. it might take a while, are you sure you want to-"

"yes! yes, its fine. i'll sit here." he felt bad for cutting her off again, but it was like tunnel vision. the only thing on his mind was you.

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it felt like years had passed before the door had creaked open and a nurse came out.

pedro was slouched in the same chair he sat in. she had a soft smile on her face which soothed his raging thoughts.

his back straightened and his head perked up, hoping that he would be allowed to see you.

"she's been asking for you, sir. you can go in now" she spoke, her smile reached her eyes as his eyes lit up.

"thank you."

pedro quickly raised himself up off the chair and hurried towards the door after shooting the nurse a thankful look.

he pushed the door open to see you laying on a hospital bed. you were changed out of your kit and into a gown, and your leg was slung up off the bed with a cast on your knee.

pedro took notice to the two crutches waiting for you against the wall beside you.

"jesus.." he uttered, eyes scanning over your frame on the bed, circles under your eyes. a heartbeat monitor was beeping steadily beside you and it was driving him mad.

he quickly ushered over beside you and engulfed your cold hand in his. he noticed your eyes didn't light up the way they usually did as his thumb rubbed over yours.

he didn't know what to say. he couldn't ask you 'what's wrong?', because that was idiotic. obviously you were upset, but there was something heavier lingering in the air.

without warning, you blurted out,

"i tore my acl. i'm out for the rest of the season."

as soon as the blunt words left your mouth, tears entered your eyes. you bit your lip as if saying that sentence physically hurt you. of course it did. football was your life. it hurts to have something you are so passionate about be stolen from you so fast.

pedro knew how it felt. he had just come back to barcelona after two months because of an injury. of course, he knew he would return after a short while. his injury wasn't as career threatening as yours. players don't usually come back in the same form after any acl injury, let alone tearing it fully.

"ai, mi pobre chica..." (ai, my poor girl...)

he kissed his teeth and his free hand went to gently stroke your face, moving your baby hairs out of the way.

his eyes were a soft reflection of yours, as if he was the one laying in this bed.

you finally let the tears escape, choked sobs escaping from your chapped lips. his hand left your face and joined the other to completely grasp your shaking ones.

"dont cry, mi amor. it will be okay. it will all work out in the end."

pedro's attempts to console you were banished in the sorrow of the small room and the soft beeping of your heart monitor.

but they were forgotten when he saw the tears stream down your cheeks and the pained expression etched onto the face he loved so dearly.

his attempts to console you disappeared when he felt his own warm tears dripping down his jaw and onto the hands that held onto yours tightly.

he didn't usually cry, but something about seeing you do so so hopelessly when he knew he couldn't soothe your pain hurt him.

maybe it was the fact that he played the sport as well, and knew how much it hurt. he could empathize with you and could resonate with the pain that you felt.

maybe it was because you were the first person he truly cared for, and witnessing you lose something so precious to you was like mourning the loss himself.

or maybe it was because his love for you ran so deep it seeped into his bones and into the fibre of his being.

every ache you felt, he carried within himself, your shared sorrows silently uniting your hearts in an unyielding bond.

he felt his breath hitch when your hands stopped squeezing his, falling unresponsive in a dejected trance.

he pried open his lips, the ones that so eagerly wanted to connect with yours. his voice shook,

"your pain is my pain."

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judebelle · 1 year

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CAN WE GET A TRENT & JUDE SMUT PLEASE, like a threesome if u write that but if not then write for either or.

can it be somewhat like Trent or jude is on live and reader is their friend and they start flirting/teasing getting handsy and they end the live getting down to business

PLOT TWIST THE LIVE NEVER ENDED SO THEY TRAUMATIZED THE FANS LOL

livestream - t.a.a x j.b. x reader

a/n : LMAOOO YES I LOVEEE THIS IDEA

c/w : smutttttt, threesome, second hand embarrassment, cursing, flirting

pairing : trent alexander arnold x fem!reader x jude bellingham

word count : 1.3k

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you, trent, and jude were sitting on your couch in your large penthouse. you were a famous model and it was known that you and these two brits had been close friends for some time now. but come on, the tension between the three of you was undeniable. you were perched in between the two boys on your broad couch, holding your new and expensive phone, reading comments on your instagram live.

user23982365 - their friendship >>

liverfool.fan123 - JUDE COME TO LIVERPOOL

neyswife - guys i'm actually y/n

messigoat4life - everybody knows...

sarahisfree - You cute? 😍

y/nsusedtissue - y/n if u had to choose, trent or jude?

you let out an exaggerated sigh when you read that last comment. "neither of them. absolutely neither of them." jude shot you a faux shocked face. "yeah we all know who she'd pick." trent said in a knowingly voice accompanied with a small grin on his face.

"yeah right. she would much rather choose me, mate." jude scoffed jokingly as he slid his hand onto your left thigh - out of frame on the livestream. your eyes slightly widened but you coffered it up with an eye roll, going back to reading the comments. although, as your eyes skimmed the comments innocently, jude's hand creeped closer and closer to your hot core. this earned jude a short glare from you, warning him not to go any further. you would be lying if you said that it didn't make you feel things, but as soon as trent started massaging the flesh of your right thigh, you knew where they were going with this.

the short and flirty glances you three were sharing didn't go unnoticed by fans watching as they commented all sorts of things that you didn't care to read at that moment. you just needed trent and jude.

"okayyy- well uhh.. i think we're going to turn this thing off and um, yeah we'll see you guys another time. bye!" you directed a small wave and smile to your phone before impatiently placing it face-down onto the long table in front of your couch, before turning to see your two friends grinning smugly at you.

"what? is there a problem-" you cut jude's gloating off as you smashed your lips against his, taking his face into his hands as trent dipped his hand into your shorts, stroking your wet core. you let out groans of pleasure as you and jude continued kissing while you massaged the bulge in his pants.

you pulled back from an exasperated jude before turning your head to trent, granting him the same heated kiss you just shared with jude as you moved his hand out of your pants. after you pulled away, you nudged jude back onto the couch and got on your knees in front of him. simultaneously, you were giving trent a look that told him everything he needed to know. he quickly got up and knelt behind you before pulling out his wallet from his pocket and pulling out a condom.

jude gave him a questioning look from over you, who was undoing his belt. "what?" trent asked. "always be prepared." trent spoke as he opened the package, spreading the rubber on his hard cock. jude smirked when looking down at you, moving your hair out of your face an lifting his hips as you shimmied down his pants to his knees.

you looked behind at trent before seductively pulling your shorts down your ass, deciding to stick it out while you were at it as trent bit the corner of his lip at the sight of your thong.

you turned back to jude and palmed his dick through his boxers hard, making his eyes flutter closed. as you pulled out his dick, you heard trent shift out of his sweats behind you. you felt trent put his hands on your hips, slowly pulling you back so that you were in a doggy style position, your hands rested on jude's muscly thighs. as soon as you felt trent enter slowly into you, you wrapped your lips around jude's cock, your moans muffled compared the the groans from the two boys that were caged around you.

trent slowly rocked his hips into you, going deeper and deeper every thrust, while jude rested his hand on your head that was above his hips, his dick in your mouth. jude's panting and whining that were begging you to go faster didn't go unnoticed by you. you hollowed your cheeks around him and bobbed your head up and down, causing jude to press down on your head harder while your hair was fisted in his large hand.

trent picked up the pace behind you as well, letting out groans of pleasure. he was looking down at your hips, watching his dick go in and out of your ass as his hair fell in front of his glazed eyes. "fucking hell.." he muttered as he started going faster and faster. trent was holding your hips in place so that you weren't moving too much around jude, who was bucking his hips into your mouth.

the moans you were letting out at trent's actions vibrated around jude's cock sending him into a frenzy. the sound of skin slapping, gagging, and moaning filled the echoing house as you tried your hardest not to take your mouth off of jude. soon trent was ramming into your from behind as jude took control in the front, holding your head in place and fucking into your mouth.

"fuckin' hell-" and "shit!" was the only words to be heard amongst other similar profanities from the boys' mouths as yours was too full to speak. but both of these boys knew how good they were making you feel, their ego's growing larger and larger by the second.

you didn't know what was better, the fast and deep thrusts coming from trent that were hitting that spot inside of you so well, or the way that jude was fucking your mouth as he made filthy, naughty noises above you. you started to feel your orgasm approaching as trent really sped up behind you, making your body go numb. thank goodness trent was holding you up or else you would've collapsed right there.

it was straight out of a porno. the three of you all came one after another. trent first, digging his hands into your hips as he hissed at the feeling of you clenching around him before he came hard. the mixture of the sting from trent's palms and the noises coming from jude tipped you over the edge as you released on trent's dick, and moaned around jude's. the vibration from your moan was harder and stronger compared to your others which drove jude crazy. finally, he bucked his hips into your mouth as he came, his head falling back onto the sofa.

all three of your gasps filled the musky air as you all were recovering from the best sex you had ever had. it seemed as though after the loud sounds from your fuck session had died down, the sound of aggressive vibrating on the table behind trent grew louder.

all three of you furrowed your eyebrows while trent pulled out of you and turned his torso around to look at your phone that looked like it was about to explode. you could only guess what trent saw on your screen as his eyes widened before he started aggressively tapping on the top corner of your screen as you received message after message from friends trying to warn you about what the whole world was seeing.

maybe you should have double checked the live stream.

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