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zeezelweazel · 5 months

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For an alexia fic you could do one where shes super jealous of reader talking to an old friend or getting too close to a teammate and then roll with the jealous smut ✌️

Alexia Putellas| Does she do you better?|

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I think I've become a pro at jealous smut at this point

First top Alexia fic let's gooo (sorry if this was cringe af I'm not used to writing top ale)

TW: possessiveness, light choking (reader receiving), fingering (reader receiving), degradation, afab reader

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After Alexia's injury, practice was weird. She was there but she wasn't training with the rest of you. Instead she had a team of physicians instructing her with some specific drills she had to do. You obviously understand that her situation requires for her to be under special training but training sessions aren't as fun as they used to without her.

Ona quickly noticed how unfocused and quiet you were during training. The freckled spaniard did everything she could to cheer you up during training. You two could often be seen laughing and teasing eachother. Like right now, when you're chasing Ona with a water bottle filled with cold water after she dumped her own water on your head.

Ona is panting and frantically looking around the pitch trying to escape but she's too late. Suddenly she's hit with a wave of ice cold water and she's left standing like an ice pillar, gasping at the cold water in shock. You laugh at her face, completely uncaring about her shivering. Ona glares at you and punches your arm which only makes you laugh harder.

While you're having fun with Ona, you're completely unaware that a pair of hazel eyes is pinned on your laughing form. Alexia is sitting on the bleachers with a deadly glare and her jaw clenched tightly.

"You okay Ale?"

She barely turns her head to look at Mapi and only humms a response. Mapi frowns and follows her best friend's line of sight. A look of realisation crosses her face when she sees you and Ona. She's been waiting for Alexia to blow up about this for a long time. Mapi only smirks before walking away.

You're currently packing all your stuff in your training bag, tired and more than ready to head home. As you turn around to look for Alexia you take a step back in surprise when the woman in question appears right behind you.

"Ale you scared me to death, what are you-"

Before you can finish your sentence Alexia pulls you into her by grabbing your biceps and forces your mouths together in a heated and rough kiss. Her tongue enters your mouth and her hands find place at your neck and you moan when she squeezes.

Alexia pulls back after a few seconds, panting but not pulling away from you, with her hands still resting on your neck.

"Alexia, what is this?"

Alexia's jaw sets and her eyebrows frow dangerously. She pushes you down on the benches and forcibly raises your head so you're looking up at her, your eyes wide but dark with lust and desire. Alexia only seems to get angrier.

"You dirty slut. You like being passed around huh? Like a common whore."

Alexia's words were harsh and you had to resist the urge to rub your thighs together. You didn't know what she was referring to, or what caused any of this but currently you didn't care. You just wanted her to fuck you.

When Alexia notices your lack of response she climbs on top of you and starts harshly bitting your neck. Her teeth leave ugly marks all over your and you can only helplessly moan. You spread your legs wider, hoping that Alexia would get the hint but you doubt that she wants to pleasure you right now. This feels more like a punishment but you don't know why.

Alexia's hands sneak into your training shirt and grope at your breasts roughly pulling and twisting your nipples. You whine and throw your head back bringing your hands up to twist them in her blonde hair. The stinging pain mixed with the pleasure feels so good, you're certain that your panties are ruined with how wet you are right now.

"Please, Ale..."

Alexia pulls away from your neck, which is the last thing you wanted her to do. Her hands keep lazily working on your breasts as she stares you down with an icy glare.

"You're begging already. Would you beg for her this easily?"

You choke on a gasp when her hands return to your neck and your mind starts to turn. It all finally clicked.

Alexia was jealous.

You gulp and look up at her through your eyelashes.

"No."

Alexia's face twisted like she didn't believe you. Then in an instant her hands gripped the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head. Your bra followed soon after and so you were left sitting on the bench in the locker room topples and ready to be fucked by Alexia. For this moment it's like both you and Alexia have completely forgotten you're in a public place.

Alexia doesn't waste any time. She pulls your hips closer to her and her hands move down your legs, teasing the inside of your thighs. Her lips move down your collarbone and your hips are starting to shift against the hard wood, you grip the bench with one hand and use the other to try and muffle all of your moans.

Her fingers move to rub you through your underwear and you throw your head back as you gasp in surprise and pleasure. You think about begging again but Alexia is shoving two fingers in your cunt before you can think twice about it. You find it much harder to keep quiet now that she's roughly moving her fingers inside you. She moves her head away from your collarbone and starts placing kisses on your neck, right over the marks she left on you earlier. When she's done she moves higher until her hot breath hits the shell of your ear.

"Who does this pussy belong to? "

You whine at her words and the movement of her hand. You don't have the mind to answer right now and Alexia only gets rougher in response. Her other hand comes down to pinch your clit and you yelp loudly.

"I asked you a fucking question."

Her hand was moving faster and your back was repeatedly hitting the lockers, the clanking noise joining in with your moans and the wet, filthy sounds coming from your pussy.

"You! My pussy is yours, all yours!"

Alexia groaned at your answer, obviously pleased with you. She kept fucking you, pulling you in for a rough kiss to quiet you down. The noises were bound to attract someone but maybe that turned you on even more.

You came with a muffled scream as your thighs shook and your walls clamped down on Alexia's hand. Alexia found a random towel to clean you both up and sits down next to you. You both sit in a quiet embrace for a while before you break the silence with a giggle.

"I guess I should thank Ona, huh?"

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#wlw #female reader #smut #alexia putellas #alexia putellas smut #alexia putellas imagine #alexia putellas x reader #woso x reader #woso smut #woso imagine #woso

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pelova4president · 4 months

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Little soulmates

Mapi León x Ingrid Engen x pregnant!Reader

summary~ After going through IVF with the loves of your life you get pregnant. They are nothing but supportive, helping you with everything. When the boys are born they look just like your lovers.

The three of you have always had a baby wish. Looking at Mapi playing with the kids of your friends and Ingrid sitting with a sleeping baby in her arms made your heart warm. They would be perfect mothers.

Both Ingrid and Mapi played football but you didn’t. They were in their prime time so the most logical thing was for you to carry the baby. You were still young, you 21, Ingrid 25 and Mapi 28. You didn’t want to wait. You’ve found your soulmates. Luckily you didn’t want to do anything but that, carrying a child of your lovers was something magical.

You agreed to do IVF, choosing a donor that looked a bit like both of them. Brown hair like the Spaniard, green eyes like the Norwegian and freckles like both of your lovers.

The doctors said that you shouldn’t get your hopes up, the first try almost always doesn’t work. But that was hard. Both of your girlfriends were there when they did indeed told you that the first attempt had failed.

They were there when you cried in the doctors office, when you were silent on the ride home and even when you cried yourself to sleep between the two of them.

Ofcourse they were heartbroken too but they needed to be there for you. You were going through hormonal changes and that made you feel things. The only thing they could do for you was be there. So when the morning came and you woke up, they were there. When you tried again, they were there.

And eventually, when you got pregnant, they were there. Mapi was absolutely over the moon, hugging you and kissing all over your face. Ingrid couldn’t help but smile at the silliness of Mapi and kissed you on your head. “We’re gonna have a baby!” Mapi cried and ran across the room to her phone, calling her mom.

While Mapi was telling her mom the news Ingrid kissed you over and over again. “I can’t believe we’re gonna be moms, y/n i love you so much. I can’t believe it.. A mini Mapi or you!!” she hugged you. “Or a mini Ingrid.” you laughed.

Just when you thought Mapi couldn’t get more excited you got the news that you were having twins. She was switching between jumping around the room and kissing you stomach all while Ingrid hugged you from behind and kissed your cheek.

Later on you got the news that it was twin boys. You didn’t really prefer one sex over the other so the three of you were happy. Ingrid started searching for names immediately.

She really liked Noah and Theodore while Mapi loved the Spanish names Mateo and Hugo. You still had a few months to go so you didn’t really got into the whole name thing, you decided that that was up to your lovers unless you thought the names were ugly.

When you reach your second trimester the three of you decided to tell the team. Ingrid and Mapi couldn’t wait to tell them so when they finally could they were beyond excited.

It was a Tuesday afternoon, just after training when the team got called into the canteen. Mapi took it as her responsibility to tell everyone. “Hola chicas! Both of my pretty girlfriends are here as you can see. The reason for that is because one of them is carrying my two sons!” she yelled. “Our two sons!” Ingrid corrected.

The whole team came flying towards you. But before anyone could get near you Mapi stopped them protectively. “She’s carrying our bebés so be careful!” she warned them.

You knew it was time share the news with the rest of the world, you couldn’t hide your pregnant belly much longer.

marialeonn16, ingrid_engen, y/n_y/l/n

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kicking like your mamas already

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alexiaputellas can’t wait to babysit them

↳ y/n_y/l/n tía ale 🥹

greiten gratulerer❤️❤️

aitanabonmati dos pequeños futbolistas

maanum99 can’t wait to meet them

esmeebrugts i’ll take on babysitting duties

↳ ingrid_engen learn to cook first

fembarcaforevr THEY ARE SO PERFECT

footballengen23 she’s pregnant with twins??!

Halfway through the pregnancy you really started to feel the effects that it had on your body. Your whole body was sore, the cravings you had were just weird and those moodswings… Both of your girlfriends tried to help you in any way possible. Mapi massaged your feet while Ingrid tried to massage the knots away in your shoulders. When you were craving something again, even at night or very early in the morning Ingrid would drive to the store to get it to you as soon as possible.

The moodswings however were harder. Whenever you were watching a movie, your head on Ingrids chest while Mapi traced paterns on your stomach. You couldn’t help but cry at the sad scene on your television. “Hey hey.. amor, why are you crying?” Mapi would ask you. You shook you head and answered “I don’t know, i just can’t stop crying.”. Ingrid and Mapi would share a smile and comfort you until you felt better.

y/n_y/l/n

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i guess i’m the only one who has to do the whole mom body kinda thing

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marialeonn16 but you’re a milf 😋

↳ y/n_y/l/n MARIA PILAR LEON

↳ marialeonn16 what can’t i just compliment my girl?

ingrid_engen you’re my beautiful girl ❤️

alexgreenwood5 enjoy your vacation 😍

wosofannn1 they’re literally so fit

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Mapi was so proud and wanted to show you off to everyone while Ingrid just wanted you to herself. Ingrid knew that it wasn’t long before everyone wanted to see you and their baby’s so she wanted to enjoy every single moment.

While Ingrid cherished every moment and every bit of you, Mapi couldn’t keep her hands off you. She had always loved your ass and tits but now that you’re pregnant she loved them even more. When you walked next to her she made sure to have a hand on the small of your back and eventually a little lower so it rested on your ass. The Spaniard also loved to cuddle you from behind, taking your tits into her hands.

Ingrid loved your stomach, the idea of one of her girlfriends carrying her babies made her so proud and happy. Your taller girlfriend also loved to hug you from behind, taking your belly into her hands, lifting it up for you and holding some of the weight. She knew you liked it so it only made her happy to do it for you, even when her arms started to cramp.

You were 37 weeks pregnant pregnant when your water broke. It wasn’t the most ideal moment. Your girlfriend were playing the el classico, one of the most important games of the season.

It was the 76th minute, you were talking to Alexia, Jana and Frido, since they were injured. It was then that you felt the wetness. You looked down but couldn’t really see anything because of your round belly.

Jana was the first one to notice and went straight into stress mode. “Oh my god! Y/n your fucking water just broke, what are we doing?” she asked you. You looked up at Alexia who was sat with wide eyes. She needed a moment to process it all but came to her senses eventually.

“Jana you need to find Jonatan. Frido and I will take y/n to my car and drive her to the hospital.” she ordered. Jana went running onto the field and told Jonatan the news.

Both of your lovers had joked about you delivering the twins while they were playing a game but you told them that that wouldn’t happen. But you were wrong. Ofcourse they wanted to come out now.

Alexia carried you to her car and went straight to the hospital. She sped through traffic and you’re impressed that she didn’t cause a crash on the way.

Arriving at the hospital Alexia and Frido ran out of her car and into the hospital. You thought that they’d forgotten you and they probably did. But Frido came back with a wheelchair. She put you, still dressed in your Barca jersey and soaked trousers, in the wheelchair.

Before you knew it you were in a hospital room already. The doctors were asking you questions you couldn’t even answer, you needed your girlfriends. Where were they?

The door flew open and there they were, the two stressed faces of your lovers. Ingrid ran to you and kissed your head, asking you if you were okay. Mapi just stood there, in complete shock. You could see the sweat on her forehead, she looked like she’d just seen a ghost.

“Maria Pilar Leon, i’m pushing your kids out so help me out here!�� you yelled. That took her out of her trance and she stood next to you, holding your hand.

It was painful and hard but with Ingrid and Mapi by your side it was a little better. Ingrid kissed your forehead and combed through your hair with her hands. She was whispering encouraging words and telling you it would be alright, like she always did.

Mapi was another story, the women was beyond stressed. The colour had drained from her face and she was shaking, you were not sure if that was because you were gripping her hand so tightly or if it was just that she was about to see her boys.

It was about five hours later when your first baby decided to arrive. Mapi fainted and Ingrid started crying happy tears. They placed the first boy in Ingrids arms since Mapi wasn’t really available.

Minutes later, when your Spanish lover was with you again, the second boy arrived. The baby was placed in Mapi’s arms and you couldn’t help but smile at the sight. There they were, it was perfect. The loves of your life holding your babies.

Later when everyone was a bit more stable Alexia, Jana and Frido came in. Alexia started crying and hugged Mapi telling her how happy she was for all of you. Jana sat next to you and told you all about the game and how Mapi and Ingrid reacted to the news. Frido walked over to Ingrid who handed her one of your sons.

marialeonn16, ingrid_engen

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Theo Hugo Leon-Engen

Mateo Noah Leon-Engen

vår verden - nuestro mundo

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leahwilliamsonn they’re the cutest!!

fridolinarolfo the luckiest auntie

brunavilamala pequeños monstruos 🦖

janafernandez3 i hope they’re good at football

y/n_y/l/n they better be perfect since i’ve had them in me for 9 months

↳ ingrid_engen små engler 😇

After two days in the hospital you finally got to go home. Mapi was driving, you in the passenger seat and Ingrid in the back with the boys. You’ve never seen Mapi drive so slow. You giggled at the memory of Mapi driving way over the speed limit just months ago. The brown eyed women noticed this and asked you what you were thinking about. “Just how you’re so careful ever since i got pregnant. You’ve really gone full mom mode.” Ingrid laughed at your remark. Mapi looked in one of the many mirrors she installed over the last few months “I’ll never let anything happen to any of you.”.

Your two footballers got a few weeks off and spent every moment with you and the boys. They loved walking the boys around the city, showing them everything even though they didn’t really pay attention.

ingrid_engen posted on their story

Theo was a little angel, just like your Norwegian lover. He was always sleeping, even smiling now and then. Mateo on the other hand was just like his other mommy. He didn’t want to sleep, was very clingy and loved to roll his eyes. Even though the two of them were complete opposites they were really attached to each other.

marialeonn16 posted on their story

Even though you had carried them for almost a year, the twins started to look more like your lovers by the day. Not only on the outside but on the inside too. They were surprisingly tall for their age, just like Ingrid, they have Mapi’s hair and their faces were just the two faces of your football players combined.

When they were two they really started to get into football, always kicking a ball around the house, even when you told them not to. They ran onto the field after every game, wanting to play with their tías. They were destined to be footballers.

y/n_y/l/n

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they look more like their other mommies than me :(

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marialeonn16 they act like you though

↳ y/n_y/l/n they don’t! Mateo is crazy like you and Theo is a mini Ingrid

↳ fridolinarolfo true

lucybronze my little babiesss

esmeebrugts Theo can dribble already ⚽️

↳ brunavilamala i taught Mateo to shoot on goal

fan4woso66 are they gonna play for Norway of Spain?

↳ barcaisbest probably Spain

↳ l9veingrid i hope they’ll play for Norway

ingrid_engen, marialeonn16, y/n_y/l/n

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los chicos 👦🏻👦🏻

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fridolinarolfo Theo is a mini Ingrid

↳ marialeonn16 Mateo is a mini me though!!

alexiaputellas big boys already 🥹

keirawalsh they’re little monsters

lucybronze my little ballers ⚽️

ona.batlle i miss themmm

↳ y/n_y/l/n they miss their tia too

leahwilliamsonn golden boys

fann437woso THE MATCHING SHOESS 🥹🥹

backheelrusso99 i just know mapi got them those little adidas samba’s

#mapi leon x ingrid engen x reader #ingrid engen x reader #ingrid engen #mapi leon x reader #mapi leon #barca women #barca femeni #alexia putellas #aitana bonmati #leah williamson #woso x reader #woso fanfics #espwnt #norwnt

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milaisreading · 11 months

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where's the pt 3 of toddler manager? 👁️👄👁️

Author: 😭😭😭 here u go! Thanks for the request and I hope u like it🩷

Warnings ⚠️: None really. Reader uses she/her. Requests are open

⚽️Blue lock belongs to:Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️

Pt 1 pt2 Pt4

Chris was a crying mess. If someone saw him on the street, they'd think he had gone insane, but as for the coaches at Blue Lock, they couldn't help but roll their eyes at his rediculous behavior.

"Chris... will you please let (Y/n) eat in peace?" Snuffy grumbled as he held the toddler while Noa fed her the food Anri had prepared. Lavinho was taking a picture here and there, but wasn't too much of a drama queen like the blonde coach.

"I am not doing anything!"

"You are literally sobbing and taking a video of her eating. I am struggling to feed her as she keeps on giggling at your rediculous facial expressions." Noa sent the Welsh man a side glare as he wiped the extra food off of (Y/n)'s face.

"It's not my fault she is so adorable! Right, (Y/n)?"

"Dada..." The girl answered simply.

"Cute!" Chris exclaimed, pulling the girl out of Snuffy's hold and hugged her.

"Awww! You are so adorable!"

"Chris, she didn't eat yet!" Lavinho yelled as Noa and Snuffy glared at the blonde.

"She might starve! Give her back!" Snuffy told him, but everything fell on deaf ears.

"How about I take you back to Manshine instead? Ohh! Just imagine all the pictures we can take of you in a uniform of ours!" Now this caught Noa's attention as he got up and walked towards Chris.

"(Y/n) is still Bastard München manager, toddler or not. Besides, I already prepared a uniform for her to wear." Noa admitted, trying to take the girl from Chris, but the man pulled her back as he glared at the French man.

"You take those barbarian hands away from her. And what do you mean you have it prepared? Those ugly colors don't suit a child. The blue ones of my team tho..." Chris smirked at the French. Noa bit back a few curse words, as (Y/n) was staring at them intensely.

"Ah! While we are at it, my Barcha uniform would look better on her." Lavinho said as he got up along with Snuffy.

"Well, considering we all had similar ideas. How about we dress her up in the uniforms and see which one looks better on her. Ubers will win here anyways." The Italian coach said as all 4 glared at each other, meanwhile (Y/n) was giggling and clapping her hands.

"Gentlemen and... gentlemen, may I avert your eyes to the best uniform (Y/n) will ever wear! Look, I even got her a cute ribbon!" Chris exclaimed, holding the girl up as she now wore the light blue Manshine uniform. Snuffy and Noa clapped their hands slowly, staring at the girl in fake boredom.

'Adorable! She will look even cuter in my Ubers uniform!' Snuffy thought.

'Cute!' Noa surpassed a blush as Lavinho took a few pictures of the girl when Chris had put her down.

"And? Isn't she the cutest?! Please let her join Manshine!" Chris urged Noa, who sighed and shook his head.

"Hmm..." (Y/n) let out a few sounds as she started playing with the ribbon Chris had put on her head.

"It seems like she isn't too fond of the ribbon. Alright! Let me show off my uniform next!" Lavinho got up from his spot and picked (Y/n) up, excited to show his off.

"Alright! She is ready for her first match! I found a plushie football with my team's colors!" Lavinho boasted as he put (Y/n) on his shoulders, causing Chris to yell at him.

"Are you out of your mind?! What if she falls down?!" The blonde yelled at the Spaniard, who shook his concerns off.

"Calm down, I am holding her. Snuffy, take a picture!" Lavinho said as the Italian took his phone out, looking cautiously at the girl.

"Yeah I will, then you put (Y/n) down."

"Do you trust me so little?" Lavinho pouted as he put the girl down.

"I don't trust you at all." Snuffy said as he went up to the two.

"The colors don't suit my child at all! The baby blue was better, right (Y/n)?" Chris said, looking at the girl.

"Ha?" She looked up while patting the soft material of the football.

"You ate just jealous because she will pick mine, aka that I am her favorite!"

"Where did that come from?!" Snuffy yelled into the Spaniard's face as Chris joined in, protesting the idea. Noa used this opportunity and picked (Y/n) up from the ground, and both watched the trio argue.

"Can you all not yell in front of (Y/n)?"

Snuffy turned to them, looking offended and went to take the girl from him.

"Anyways! Time for the best uniform around!" The Italian announced.

"Look how cute and bella (Y/n) is in my uniform! She even likes the little plushie I got her!" Snuffy grinned as (Y/n) hugged the little zebra plushie,dressed in the Ubers' uniform. Lavinho let out a small 'boo' as he took a picture of the girl as Snuffy helped her stand properly.

"She looks like a prisoner! The colors don't suit her at all." Chris shuddered as he went over to inspect the uniform more.

'This is a disaster. She looks so cute, even in this one!' The Welsh man thought as he got a hit on the head from Snuffy.

"I am just being honest! Right (Y/n), it's ugly?"

"Dada..." The girl answered looking up at him in confusion.

"Don't listen to a British man when it comes to taste (Y/n), did you ever taste their food?"

"Welsh man! And we are going that route now?" The blonde yelled in anger as Lavinho and Noa quickly interjected.

"Now it's Noa's turn!"

"Yeah, yeah. Do your best, man." Snuffy told the white-haired coach.

'Hmmm... what can I give her that I know she will like?' Noa raised an eyebrow as he carried (Y/n) out of the room. Then an idea hit him, knowing exactly what will make her pick Bastard München's uniform.

"So? Where is she?" Snuffy raised an eyebrow as Noa returned with no (Y/n).

"Did you lose her or something?" Lavinho was the next one to ask.

"Maybe she ran off after she saw the uniform." Chris chuckled, earning a laugh from the other two. Noa rolled his eyes and pointed behind him.

"No, she seems quite content wearing my team's uniform, right?" Noa smirked as the other three looked behind him.

"Ness!" (Y/n) exclaimed as she hugged the said boy, who was carrying her.

"That's cheating, Noa!" Lavinho yelled at his friend.

"Yeah, and why aren't you training?" Chris asked Ness while (Y/n) was playing with his hair.

"Noa told me it was fine and said I could play with (Y/n) for the rest of the day." The magenta-eyed boy shrugged his shoulders.

"This isn't fair, you know Ness is her favorite." Snuffy glared at Noa.

"So? You guys never set up any rules."

As the 4 adults argued, Ness walked off somewhere quieter and sat down.

"Ness..." The girl kept on repeating as she played with his hair..

"Ah... I can't wait till you are back in your old size, although you are cute like this too."

#blue lock anime #bllk #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #blue lock manga #blue lock requests #noel noa #platonic blue lock #blue lock snuffy #chris prince #lavinho #alexis ness #alexis ness x reader #manager reader

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absurdthirst · 7 months

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Kinktober 2023: October 4th

Day 4: Overstimulation, Oviposition/Egglaying, Human Urinal

Pero Tovar x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Alien creatures, bites, mentions of weight gain, changing bodies, sex, unprotected sex, eggs, egg fertilization, egg transfer.

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China changed you. You can feel it in your body, simmering under the surface even as you deny it. Sweating and cramping when you think that no one is paying attention to you. The nasty wound from one of those creatures, the Tao Tei, slowly healing and fevered as it seeps and oozes.

“She eats too much.” The grumble from across the fire is barely even heard, too busy stuffing your face with the contents of the generous plate you had dished up for yourself just as soon as the food was hot and partially cooked. Unable to wait until it was completely done before you start scarfing it down.

“She is eating a lot.” William watches with a sense of bewilderment as he tears a hunk of bread in two and tosses a bite into his mouth.

Pero Tovar sneers and narrows his eyes as you greedily gulp down your meal. “She’s getting fat.”

“Fuck you.” That captures your attention and you look up at the Spaniard, glaring at him even as you shovel another spoon of food into your mouth. “See if I let you fuck me again.”

It was true that your stomach was starting to poke out. Your armor and clothes are starting to tighten on your frame and making dismounting the horse a pain in the ass.

Tovar scowls even harder, shoving William when he starts laughing at the obvious cut down. “Pendejo.” He hisses, hating how you just banned him from your bedroll. “I worry.” He grunts at you. “The food will not last if you keep eating like this.”

You can’t explain why you need so much food. Why the pangs in your stomach are only satisfied when you eat to the point where you are gorging yourself. Feeling as if you are starving if you don’t.

It’s later when Tovar shuffles up to you. The horses bedded down and William is already curled up and snoring in his own blankets next to the fire. You hiss as you pull away the rag from the bite the creature had given you. It was lucky that it hadn’t killed you, freezing right as it started to bite down. Only causing a flesh wound that was slowly starting to close up.

“It looks better.” He grunts, kneeling next to your leg and his hands cradle your calf. “Not as ugly.”

You roll your eyes and resist pulling your leg away from him. Wanting to snap that he should go off and tug his cock if he wants some pleasure because there is none to be had in your bed tonight.

The thing with Tovar was simple. You fucked because he was a rough and decent lover. He wanted a warm cunt to fill and you wanted the weight of a man on top of you. It had started while you were at the wall and continued on as you make your way back west.

The only reason that you don’t is because your appetite for more than just food has increased. Always wet and eager to take his cock, you feel like whore at a brothel, unable to think of anything else but the next time he fills you up. You had even rubbed your clit while riding your horse you had been so desperate for relief.

“Are you going to fuck me?” You ask. “Or am I too fat for you now?”

Pero snorts and shakes his head. “Too fat to fight, not fuck.” He smirks, making you reach out and pinch him. “Ow!” He hisses, jerking back from your fingers.

You slap away his hands from your body and drag him close for a kiss. Since starting to fuck you, he had kept his beard trimmed. Noticing how you liked it shorn. Eagerly reaching down and palming his rapidly hardening cock through his breeches. “Then fuck me, you asshole.”

Pero hisses when you squeeze him, twitching under your rough touch and pushes you back on your blankets. “You are always demanding my cock now.” He’s not complaining, just like he wasn’t complaining about the belly that is expanding under your leathers. If he were the type of man who lived that kind of life, he would imagine you even rounder. Keeping his home and riding his cock every night. Plump from giving him babies to raise into strong sons. But he’s not that kind of man.

When you both are bare, Tovar sinks into your wet cunt without any loving words or soft touches. Need is what is driving you and your moan fills his ears. Wrapping your legs around him to push him deeper, clenching around him as your stomach cramps.

The pains have been consistent, but you thought it was the hunger, now you aren’t so sure. Not painful, but they are squeezing your insides. Making your entire body contract.

Not that Pero either notices or minds. His groans are filthy as he starts to frantically rut into you. Fucking you like he’s not fucked a cunt in years rather than less than a day.

“More, Pero, more.” You beg, nails digging into his back as he rocks into you and your own body responds by squeezing his cock like a vice.

“Mierda.” Pero hisses, feeling like you’re going to squeeze his cock off as he fucks you. Every time you clench down it gets harder. Not that he minds. It’s the tightest fucking cunt he’s ever had and he loves fucking you.

The pressure builds, like an ache in your stomach and every harsh thrust makes the belly that you’ve developed shake. The softness of your stomach becomes a rock under the skin.

Your eyes roll back and you beg for more, needing him to fill you up. To bathe your womb in his seed as your stomach cramps up again. Feeling like some of the pains you have during your monthly, but more intense.

For his part, Pero doesn’t stop. Continues to fuck into like you begged him too. Enjoying the tightness that seemingly gets tighter every few seconds. “Fuck.”

You cry out, not caring that you might wake William. Nothing matters but for Pero to cum, for you to have him deep inside you as he fills you. Your fingernails score down his back hard enough to make Pero hiss, hips bucking out of rhythm and it throws you over the edge.

Clenching down, your cunt spasms and the pressure of something being released from your womb makes your eyes widen with a loud gasp. Pero can feel it too, his own expression startled right before he gives out a strangled grunt and pushes deep.

There’s something inside you. Something being pushed back as Pero cums. Wave after wave of his seed making whatever has just pushed out of your womb move in your cunt with his cock.

“What the hell is happening?” He demands tightly, his jaw tightening and his face contorting in surprise and perhaps a bit of pain as you cling to him, not letting him pull away from your cunt. Legs wrapped around him and locking him deep inside your body.

Rationally, you don’t know. Instinctively, you know that Pero needs to stay inside you while he rides out his high. Moaning his name as the egg that has been growing inside your body is transferred to the male of your species. Pushing inside him to hold and grow until it is ready to emerge.

Pero doesn’t realize it yet, but he is going to be a father. The egg is your child. You had changed in China, and now that is going to give way to a new breed of humans.

#pedro pascal #kinktober 2023 #kinktober #absurdthirst kinktober #pero tovar #pero tovar x you #pero tovar x reader #pero tovar x f!reader #pero tovar smut #pero tovar imagine #pero tovar the great wall #tovar x reader #tovar x you #tovar smut #tovar the great wall #tovar x f!reader

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Hiii sorry to anyone who already saw this (I deleted it briefly) but I wanted to post a little something for Valentine's Day, so here's an old strollonso drabble I wrote a few months ago. Wasn't sure what to do with it so I figured I'd post it now 😇

Usually when Lance wakes up, it’s to the sight of Fernando tugging the curtains open. The sudden seep of light will make him groan and bury his face into the safety of the pillows—begging for five more minutes in bed—but Fernando always manages to coax him out. Sometimes, it’s with a warm hand pressed to his cheek and a cold glass of water to his lips. Other times, it’s with a gentle kiss against his forehead and even gentler fingers scratching his scalp. Whatever it is, Lance will instinctively lean in; trusting Fernando to only bring him pleasure. Today, however, the curtains are still firmly closed.

It's the first proper day of their winter break—no more racing, no more testing—just Fernando and Lance in a warm super-king on the coast of Spain. Of course, the one time that they have no alarms or responsibilities, Lance has finally managed to wake up early. He's hoarding most of the duvet on the his side of the bed, leaving Fernando uncovered, but seemingly unbothered. The generosity feels surreal coming from a man so infamously selfish.

Lance is sure the two of them were tangled together when they fell asleep, but he must have wriggled away in the heat of the night. The winters in Spain are nothing like the winters in Montreal, he's quickly learning. There's no snow brimming the windows—instead just a light breeze from where they're cracked open.

The only light is from the orange glow of sunrise forcing itself through the gaps in the curtains, but it's enough for Lance to make out the peaceful expression on Fernando's face. There’s no furrow of his brow or purse of his lips—his skin smoothed out by the contentment of sleep. It’s the first time Lance has ever caught him like this, but it makes him consider waking up early more often, just so he can have it again.

Fernando is so beautiful that Lance starts to think he might not be awake at all. Maybe he's been dreaming ever since he fell of his bike in February, and their relationship has been one long, perfect fantasy. If that's true, he hopes he never wakes up. It’s hard to imagine not being Fernando’s.

Absentmindedly, he reaches out to touch him, just to make sure he’s real. With a gentle, hardly their finger, Lance traces the creases at the corner of Fernando's eye; trying his hardest not to wake the resting man. He follows the trail—follows every line that shows where Fernando has been, until his fingertip rests on the corner of the Spaniard's lips, next to the lines that remember a thousand smiles. Smiles that Fernando gave to other people in a long life before Lance.

There's an ugly part of Lance that feels jealous. His skin stings when he things if anybody beneath Fernando but him. It’s a struggle to feel adequate to the experiences that Fernnado had before they met—championships, rivalries, an ex-wife. But Fernando could have anyone he wanted, and somehow, that anyone is Lance. There has to be some merit to that.

With Lance's fingers brushing the pink of Fernando's lips, the older man begins to stir; his lids peaking open. He's disgruntled at first, frown lines deepening, before spotting his boy gazing down at him. It makes the eyes that Lance loves soften; ink black pupils widening and concealing the hazel beneath.

"Mi angel,” Fernando mumbles, still sleepy; tenderly grabbing Lance's wrists. He brings both hands to his mouth, placing slow, soft kisses on each knuckle, one by one. He never loses eye contact with Lance, except to blink his tired eyes.

"Buenos días,” Lance says back, the words sounding awkward on his tongue. The pronunciation is off, and it doesn't suit his syrupy accent, but Fernando smiles either way with a chuckle under his breath.

"Salut," he responds, his French more impressive than Lance's Spanish. It makes Lance feel warm and seen, nuzzling his head into Fernando's neck and taking a deep breath of the expensive soap on his skin.

"Come here," Fernando says, gently grabbing Lance's waist to pull him closer, until one of his legs is strung over Fernando's hips and one arm is laying on Fernando's chest. The older man moves his chin to the top of Lance's head, trapping him in his prison of affection.

"I love you," Lance says quietly. "Love you so much."

He can't see Fernando's face like this, but he can feel the shift in his jaw when he smiles, and can imagine the deepness of the lines on his skin. Lines that Lance is making his own every time he makes Fernando's lips turn.

Lance's only hope is that they'll still be together when his own history starts to show on his face. That when he's Fernando's age, Fernando will still hold him like something precious.

#strollonso #my fic

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angelsanarchy · 1 month

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Fever Dreams: Mike x Y/N One Shot Series PRT 07

Tagging: @icarus-star @chainsawgvtsfvck @romanroyapoligist @liquidsmoothdomme @madamemaximoff06 @drazenka @blacksoul-27 @444rockstargf @kappasbbgirl @luzclarita57 @tempt-ress @vixenhatesyou

Sicky and Mike walked into a bar and the first thing he noticed was Y/n behind the bar. It was pretty packed up for a Wednesday night but Y/n was in her element. She had a very personable attitude when it came to random people. She treated everyone like she has known them forever. Even when people would get annoying, she kept her wits about her when kicking them out of the bar or cutting them off.

"Don't think you're getting anything for free." Sicky commented sitting on a barstool. Mike sat next to him as she approached.

"Decided to ugly up the place tonight?" She popped a cap off a beer and put it in front of Sicky.

"I figured I would show Mighty Mouse around your real 9 to 5." Sicky smirked as she stopped in front of Mike.

"How sweet. How's my favorite cowboy tonight?" She smiled leaning against the bar.

"Better now. This place is nice." He looked around and she nodded.

"Thanks, it's my baby. What can I get you to drink? First one is on the house, everything after is double." She winked.

"Just a beer is fine. I'm not particular." Mike trusted her taste. She grabbed him a beer that was noticeably not the same as what Sicky ordered and opened it for him.

"The only rules of my bar is to keep it clean. No drugs in here, no fighting and if you play pool, play straight or not at all." Y/n explained. Sicky grunted as he sipped his beer.

"She's a real stickler about the no fighting rule." Sicky elbowed Mike and he almost spit his beer out.

"You boys play nice. I've got a job to do." Y/n walked back to the end of the bar and greeted new customers. Mike sat back on his barstool and looked around the bar.

"You see those guys over there, with the face tattoos and gold chain? That's some of Keller's guys. They control the pill train on the lower East side. You don't talk business with them ever or Leff will take your eye out." Sicky explained.

"Pills...like what my mom was into or-" Sicky cut him off.

"No more so party pills, uppers, E, Molly. Young kiddy shit." Sicky clarified.

"The Spaniards by the door are Alverez Kings. Most of our parts and smuggled goods run through them. They're not bad to have a beer with but don't drink hard liquor with them. They get up in arms when you call them Mexican." Sicky chuckled sending a head nod towards them. They responded calling him a gringo and nodding back.

"They pussy that runs and out of here is night club pussy so be careful who you go home with or you'll wake up without a wallet and pricey belongings." Sicky blew a kiss at a leggy blonde near the jukebox.

"I'm sure they all aren't so bad." Mike smiled at one who was eyeing him.

"Yeah okay, you keep thinking that lad. I'm going to find me some tail. Stay out of trouble." Sicky slapped Mike on the back before joining the blonde who had been flirting with him. Mike finished off his beer and before he could even lift his head, Y/n had appeared in front of him with another and a smile.

"You aren't looking to mingle with the many gorgeous women?" Y/n took a sip of his beer before handing it to him.

"I am mingling with a gorgeous woman." Mike flirted making her laugh.

"One that might actually lay you tonight." She teased.

"Hey I ordered furniture. Who's to say it can't be your lucky night." He reached out for her hand and she laughed letting him hold her hand.

"Yeah? What did you order?" She leaned on the bartop as he opened his phone to show her the pictures of the couch and few different things he got.

"I like this one. I thought for sure you would get a leather couch." She teased.

"Gets too cold in the winter to have a leather couch. Wouldn't want you getting cold." He smirked watching her scroll through the rest of the pictures until a photo of his cock popped up.

"Oh-" He went to grab the phone and she leaned back with it.

"No no, we're here now. It's best we look at it together." She taunted holding the phone away from him.

"Did you suddenly develop shame in the last 5 seconds or can I look?" She asked knowing the game they played with one another was fun but consent was important to her.

"I mean...it's not recent so-" He blushed slightly but she smiled leaning against the bar again.

"Who are you taking dick pics for then?" She asked curiously.

"I got bored my first day in New York. It's a few months old." He watched her face as she gazed at the picture of his cock. It wasn't a bad photo but he wished it was a better one.

"It's not a bad cock. I could work with that." She bit her lip.

"Yeah?" Mike licked his lips as she leaned closer towards him.

"Better hurry up and get that couch." She handed him his phone back and he felt a shiver run up his arm when she ran her nails over his wrist.

He couldn't think of anything to say but before he could, a loud male voice boomed over the music and stalked right up to the bar, leaning across and grabbing Y/n by the chin to plant a sloppy kiss on her lips. Mike's blood started to boil and he felt a crimson flush run up his neck.

"Hey baby, what are you still doing here?" The tall guy said letting go of her chin.

"I'm working clearly. I told you I wouldn't be over until late." She reminded him, glancing over to see Mike stewing. The guy followed her gaze and chuckled.

"You letting kids drink now? You trying to catch a charge?" He asked making Mike glare.

"Malik-"

"I'm kidding. What's your name kid?" Malik hit his shoulder playfully and Mike stood up from his barstool.

"This is Mike, Leff's nephew. I told you about him." Mike looked over at Y/n intrigued that she's spoken to this goon about him.

"Oh yeah, Billy the kid. How's it going man?" He shook Mike's hand and Mike gave him a nod.

"It's going...Marcus was it?" Mike knew his name but he didn't care to repeat it.

"Malik. Do you mind if I steal her away from you? We've got plans." He said helping her climb over the bar. She landed on her feet and put her hand on his chest.

"Let me say goodbye and I'll meet you outside." Y/n said making Malik throw his hand up in a wave to Mike before walking away.

"Don't get too drunk and don't let any of those girls take your wallet." Y/n smiled at him. He didn't bother responding to her, he just turned back to the bar and watched her run out of the bar with the Goliath sized guy named Malik. She had told him she didn't have a boyfriend but apparently she had someone, a very large someone that could probably crush every bone in his body.

Tonight was a drink your sorrows kinda night and NOT think about someone else getting to fuck Y/N tonight.

#Mike #Mike x Y/N #5lbs of Pressure #One Shot Series #Fever Dreams #Fever Dreams Series #Rory Culkin #Culkin Cult

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punkeropercyjackson · 3 months

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Why afrolatino Jason Todd works,an analysis by an irl afrolatina and thee Jason expert

His personality is EXTREMELY realistic for a black or latino and especially both man.He's cocky asf,a (multiple time!) mama's boy but mouths off to his dad with no hesitant and for fun even,respects women by seeing the female characters as either equals or above him,roughouses with his brothers,a big ass nerd since childhood and acts tough and invulnerable for the sake of looking cool but his heart's as big as his tits and a lot of his lines are so sappy in a poetic way i feel the need to avert my eyes when i see them to give him privacy

His pre-reboot Robin self reminds me of SEVERAL canon young black boy characters(Miles Morales,Oscar Pine,Zak Saturday and possibly more)

Duke is his favorite brother despite knowing him YEARS less than the other Batboys.Do i even need to say anything on this one

Every single woman he's been attracted to have been woc,those being Rose(half cambodian),Artemis(egyptian)and Dana(black).He dosen't like white girls <3

Further proof?He had KORIAND'R HERSELF throwing herself at him but showed active disenterest.For context:We're talking about post taking away her black-coding

Him growing up poor can be explained by being a second/third gen inmigrant making finding jobs hard for his family and to this day i remember when my history teacher called us 'a poor country' because of how much damage colonizers did here.Let me have this

The Joker killing him at 15 and him getting victim blamed and a bad rep despite what a good kid he was gains a new light if it's because he was a black child and so does him becoming Red Hood because of it.Also.Red HOOD.C'mon

The artist for Red Hood:Outlaws said he headcanons him as latino because he is and an iconic event a few years back was John Boyega clowning a racist on twitter by saying he wants to play Jason.Here's how the stars can align

African-American parents commonly give their kids greek names and the original Jason was a greek mythos hero!!

Let's be deeply serious,Jason would not have even HALF the gross fans he does if he was black.You think fanon onlys would be riding that hard for an afrolatino man seeking vengeance for himself with gray morality?They'd act like he's worse than Slade and the Joker combined and call him ugly nonstop💀Comics readers would have him all to ourselves with no weirdos getting their hands on him

Canonically almost entierly uniterested in casual relathionships,smoking or drinking so there's some stereotypes off the table

Selina,Babs and Kory have green eyes.They're all black in one way or another.Jason has green eyes.You understand

He's a classical literature nerd and latino lit is some of the best there is

Bombshells him is a spaniard and that's exactly the kind of move DC would pull with an actual latino character(the run released post the hc for him becoming popular)

Legoverse and webtoons made him a gamer.Hashtag cringefail black gamer dude realness

Something something the soft uwu black boy Robin is actually kid him and not Duke

Giving him a fridge ass build and a buzzcut in Gotham Knights was DC stereotyping(/BIG JOKE,PLEASE THERE'S ACTUAL REASONS IT'S SHIT)

Five words:Dominican horror folklore based tactics

Talia and his' mother-son relathionship is made all the more heartwarming and sad

Stephanie and i are the same person so she's black like me by extension and she's the only Batfam girl he really gets along with and imo this would also include Nell and Tiffany if the writers weren't fuckasses and went through with their actual good stories

Look up Aubrey Joseph vids.There's no better fancast for him out there not in looks but in personality

Trivia finale:His birthday is the same date as Dominican Restoration Day,red represents blood on our country's flag,at our schools we sell mini packets of neapolitan cream with mini spoons to eat them and his Lego movie is called 'Family Matters'

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beautiful-basque-country · 6 months

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What are some of the craziest things that have been said to you about your culture?

Kaixo!

There are so many! But I'd like to differentiate the ones coming from ignorance, and the ones coming from hatred. Since we all are ignorant regarding many things and can make mistakes even though we have our hearts in the right place, I will focus on the other type. They're mostly stated as facts.

Basque women are ugly because we come from an inbred race.

You're quite pretty to be Basque.

You have a Basque accent = You're from the isolated countryside

You can't get laid in EH because Basque women are too prudish.

Basque men have superhuman strength and no brains.

Bilbo as the center of everything -est and most.

Basque language isn't a real language, it was invented by Sabino Arana.

Basque is an inferior language since it has thousands of Spanish loanwords. You take a Spanish word, put -ak in the end and you're speaking Euskara.

However, nobody that hasn't been born and raised in EH can fully master Basque, so it shouldn't be mandatory to get a job.

However, Basque is killing Spanish.

Basque people are racist because we think we're superior to Spaniards.

Actual Basque people don't exist since Roman times.

Basque people like to refer to Spanish as Castilian to avoid saying Spain, but Castilian is a dead language.

Arnaldo Otegi (Basque politician) has committed 14 murders.

Every Basque teen was part of the kale borroka in the 90s.

Basques hoard money and don't pay anything to Spain, while Spanish tax payers pay us for everything.

Every Basque person is expected to be a master at cooking.

Every Basque person is expected to have 8 Basque surnames to be considered a real Basque.

Feel free to add your own, fellow Basques.

#euskal herria #basque country #pays basque #pais vasco #euskadi #culture #personal #hatred #anons

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whorekneecentral · 1 year

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two of my fav worlds collide

Ex! Pierre is at a PSG game for PR finds you with Fiance! Neymar in the locker room

if yk what i mean

y’all know I ran to write this -- my two hyper fixations together ? yes. // part two

Were your eyes deceiving you ? You weren't 100% sure but you knew it looked enough like him to be him. There’s no one else in the world that would wear such an ugly sweater and think they pulled it off.

The match between PSG and Juventus had just ended, 2-1 and PSG had come away with the win; big shocker and currently, you were avoiding the man you were almost certain was your ex boyfriend.

Your fiancé had headed back to the locker room and you dipped as soon as you got the chance, making your way downstairs to find him.

Most of the guys were still on the pitch, just Ney and Sergio were down there; the older Spaniard in a rush to get home for his son’s birthday so he didn’t stick around to chat, a kiss on the cheek and a hello on his way out.

That left you and Ney in the locker room. You sat on his lap, the man’s arm wraps around you. “Played well today,” you tell him, reaching for the towel to wipe away the sweat from his shoulder.

“Felt good to be out.” “You see the pitch more than you see me.” You laughed, your fiancé pulling you in for a kiss.

You shift on his lap, straddling the man and his hand comes down to rest on his permanent place on your ass. Ney pulls you closer and in result, causing you to grind down on his lap. His lips move from yours, down your neck while his hands slipped under your jersey, pinching you softly as he reaching for the clasp on your back.

Neither of you seemed to notice the knock on the wall or the fact that someone had walked in.

“Sorry to interrupt,” the person calls, startling the two of you.

You’re off his lap, wiping away the smudged lipgloss before you turn to see who’s there. Your fiancé was already up to go say hello to the person. It wasn’t until you looked up as you saw Pierre, your ex boyfriend.

Ney knew you two knew each other but he never knew you two dated, his hand reached out for you and you grab it, letting him pull you to him.

“You remember y/n, my fiancé?”

The words catch Pierre off guard, his brows furrow before he puts a smile on his face. “Fiancé? Congratulations.”

#pierre gasly #neymar jr #neymar jr x reader #neymar jr smut #not really smutty tbh

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sainzfilm · 1 year

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🎄⛄️❄️ the set up - alex albon 🎄⛄️❄️

summary: what could have been a better combination than your friends trying to set up a mistletoe during your christmas party and your crush being invited at the same event?

taglist: @svechyaho @squderia @idkiwantchocolatee @koufaxx @melonunicornbby @myescapefromthislife @slut-era @estevries @dan3avocado @sidcrosbyspuck @barzysreputation @verclercswiftie @mick2mercedes

check out my winter wonderland celebration!

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As the doorbell rang, you excitedly hurried down the stairs and checked yourself in the mirror one last time before opening the door to welcome your friends.

“My beloved losers,” You smiled, opening the door wider for them, “So glad you could make it!”

Carlos grinned, taking his coat off and hanging it on the rack with Isa following behind him, “How could we ever miss your party?”

“Great way to destress too,” Daniel chimed in, patting you on the back, “I brought a friend named Johnnie Walker!”

“I already prepared the guest room for anyone who’s going to get knocked out,” You laughed, “Lando didn’t ride with you?”

Upon mentioning his name, Lando pulled his car up on the driveway, peeping his head out from the window and hollered, “Let’s get this party started!”

“Oh Jesus, I bet he’s going to get drunk first,” You laughed, leaning against the doorframe, “Hurry up, Mr. Norris!”

If it was physically possible for your heart to drop to your stomach, it would’ve happened as soon as you saw Alex step out of the passenger seat with a smile on his face upon seeing you.

Lando immediately ran out of the car to catch up with Daniel inside, leaving a sheepish Alex walking up the porch with his hands inside his pockets, “Thanks for the invite, Y/N.”

“Don’t mention it, c’mon in,” You smiled softly, closing the door as he entered your house, “It’s nice that everyone’s complete for this year.”

“Are you trying to guilt trip me for missing out on last year?” He chuckled, trailing behind you to the living room, “I got my appendicitis surgery!”

Daniel smirked upon seeing the sight of the two of you, smiling like idiots in love. In fact, you were idiots in love – both of you were as naive as a child, not knowing that the things were mutual between you two.

“All of you know my house as well as your own, so just feel at home,” You laughed, grabbing a glass of wine and sitting next to Isa, “How’d you get him to wear an ugly Christmas sweater?”

“I told him I’d hide his golf clubs,” Isa grinned, nudging your shoulder softly, “And you? How do you feel about Alex being here?”

Choking on your wine, you coughed and shook your head, “Wonderful. He’s a great friend.”

Daniel poked his head in between the two of you, rolling his eyes playfully and turning to Isa, “She’s a liar, she’s in love with him.”

“Great confirmation!” Isa clapped her hands, setting her glass on the table, “What’s a better time to confess than today?”

“What are you three talking about?” Carlos and Charles chimed in, the latter taking his seat next to you, “Is this an operation Alex and Y/N?”

Groaning, you covered your face and shook your head as you stood up, “I will pretend that I simply do not know you all.”

“Sure, Y/N. You love us,” Daniel smiled mischievously, raising his glass to you, “I’m sure you’ll thank us one day.”

Flipping the Australian off, you headed off to the kitchen to grab some pastries that you left in the oven until a certain someone followed after.

“Uh, Carlos told me you needed help?” Alex chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck, “With the pastries?”

With your back turned to Alex, you clicked your tongue softly and made a mental note to smack the back of the Spaniard’s head later, “I’m good, don’t worry!”

“So, what’d you bake for us?” He said, casually trying to lengthen your conversation, “I’ve been craving for sweets lately.”

Setting down the tray on the table, you turned to smile at him and replied, “Just plain old festive cupcakes with my special icing.”

“Sounds scrumptious, I want one,” Alex grinned, reaching over to steal a cupcake before having his hand slapped away, “Ow! Y/N, that hurts!”

“Patience is so not in your vocabulary,” You laughed, placing the cupcakes on a plate, “We have to be fair.”

Alex frowned, resting his chin on the palms of his hands and looked at you, “I’m your favorite, aren’t I? Just one cupcake?”

Feeling your heart skip a beat, you ignored it and rolled your eyes playfully and handed the plate over to him, “Carry it to the table then you can have one.”

As a grinning Alex took the plate from you and walked back to the living room, Carlos gasped and pointed at the ceiling, “Look, you guys! A mistletoe!”

You frowned in confusion, stopping in your tracks and looking up at the ceiling, “What mistletoe? I didn’t pu- oh. That wasn’t there earlier.”

“Well, it’s there now!” George grinned, leaning back against the sofa, “Traditions gotta stay as traditions.”

Chuckling nervously, you shook your head and made a beeline to sit beside Isa and leaving a confused Alex standing under it all alone.

“What are you doing?” Isa whispered to you, taking a bite off a cookie, “Daniel and Carlos set it all up!”

You sighed, leaning your head back on the sofa, “Isa, first of all, I’m not forcing a man to do that.”

“As your best friend, I am tired of you complaining you want a love life,” Isa said, putting her hands on your shoulders, “Yet you don’t do anything about it.”

Alex exhaled, sitting down beside you and eating his cupcake, “Great cupcake.”

Carlos looked at you, making sure to make his eyes wider and mouthing, “You idiot, he’s making a move.”

“Of course it is, I baked it,” You forced a smile and turned back to Carlos to mouth and pretend your hand was a knife and sliding it against your throat, “I’ll kill you.”

Lando shivered and called out, closing the door behind him, “Hey, Y/N, you’ve got some mail in your mailbox! I don’t know the passcode so I couldn’t get it.”

Charles scoffed, sipping his wine, “How could you not know her passcode? Everyone knows it.”

“He’s got short-term memory loss,” George teased, earning a punch from Lando, “It’s true! Everyone does!”

“I’m friends with a bunch of children,” You mumbled, getting up and grabbing your coat, “Please don’t burn the house down in the 4 minutes that I’ll be gone.”

Daniel nodded with a salute, making sure to wink at you, “You got it, ma’am.”

Pulling your beanie down on your head, you walked down the porch careful not to slip on the ice and headed off to the mailbox, “Little shit, there’s no mail.”

“Hey, Y/N, wait up!” Alex called out, carelessly walking down the pathway and miserably slipping on his bum, “Oh Jesus, I think I felt my pants rip.”

Turning to Alex, you covered your mouth and burst into laughter, “Are you being serious?”

“Yeah, I heard it rip!” Alex laughed, kneeling on the ice and trying to get back up on his feet, “You don’t happen to have spare ones, don’t you?”

“You might need to shimmy into them and get some lube,” You teased, walking over to help him up and dusting the snow off his coat, “Turn around.”

As Alex turned around, you snickered and clicked your tongue, “Well, Mr. Albon…I’ve got some pretty bad news.”

“Don’t even continue,” He waved his hand off with a laugh, covering the hole with his hands, “I should bring an extra pair next time.”

“I mean, who knows if you’ll start a new fashion trend,” You nudged his shoulder, walking back to the house and turning the door knob that did not seem to budge, “Did you lock the door?”

Alex frowned and shook his head, “Why would I? Don’t you have keys?”

“Why would I bring my keys when people are inside my home?” You retorted, banging on the door and shouting, “You idiots, open the door! It’s fucking freezing out here!”

Daniel peeped through the second floor window and grinned, “No can do!”

“I will chop your balls off, Ricciardo,” You glared at him, continuously banging on it, “C’mon, you guys!”

“Y/N, I love you, but,” Isa shrugged, taking her spot next to Daniel, “You have to look up again.”

Resting your forehead on the door, you groaned and flipped them off, “All of you are insufferable. I’m writing a restraining order for next year.”

“To be fair, Y/N,” Alex trailed off, leaning against the pillar of your porch, “I don’t mind it at all. In fact, I’m even glad it’s there.”

“Huh?” You replied in confusion, turning your attention to Alex, “They put you up to this, didn’t they?”

“Ay, díos mio!” Carlos exclaimed before being dragged by his ear and the window being closed, “It’s not always us!”

“No, I mean - I did catch on after the first try and how you threatened to kill Carlos,” He chuckled, looking at you fondly, “Actually, I should thank them after.”

“Thank them?” You mumbled, raising an eyebrow, as Alex walked over to close the gap in between, “What are you…trying to imply?”

Alex leaned in a few inches away from your lips, whispering, “I would really, really like to kiss you.”

Quickly glancing up at the mistletoe hanging above the two of you, your heartbeat started to pick up its pace from the close proximity. You nodded with a small smile, “I would really, really like for you to kiss me too.”

Before Alex could kiss you, Carlos peered his head out the window once more and hollered, “I hear the wedding be- ow, Isa!”

The two of you laughed to yourselves, closing the gap and possibly sharing what could have been the best kiss of your lives by far.

Alex smiled and pulled away, resting his hands on your waist, “So, how’s that for traditions?”

You rolled your eyes and pulled him by the collar, “Just shut up and kiss me again.”

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zeezelweazel · 4 months

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a fic where alexia stares too much, doesnt have to be smut

Alexia Putellas| Being subtle|

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I've been having this idea for a long time but I'm horny so I wanted to get all the smut fics done

Summary: You and Alexia have been dating for a while but keeping it a secret from the public. During an interview Alexia can't seem to get her eyes off you and you're afraid she'll expose you to the whole world.

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With Christmas so close you have quite a few media obligations. You and Alexia are very popular players and amongst the fans you seem to be favourites when it comes to shipping. If only the fans knew that you two have been together for well over a year.

Neither of you feel the need to confirm the rumors and speculations as you're very comfortable in your privacy.

Now you find yourself sitting on a stool next to Alexia, opening various gifts for the video. Alexia is wearing an ugly Christmas sweater and a reindeer hat. You have a festoon wrapped around your neck like a scarf and you're wearing a shiny Santa hat. A big Christmas tree sits behind the two of you with ornaments and pretty lights.

"Alright, let's move on to the next one."

You say and throw the empty box to the pile of trash on the floor. Your eyes scan the pile of still unopened gifts and you grab a long and heavy one wrapped in blue paper.

You tear the wrapping with glee, like a child on Christmas Eve, as you pull out a huge bubble gun. You laugh and turn the toy on your hands carefully inspecting it. Alexia looks at you, completely ignoring the gift. You've never looked so beautiful. With the lights outlining your gorgeous face and the happiness in your eyes you look a hundred times prettier. When she looks at you her heart skips a beat and she softly smiles at you just being you. Alexia's obvious love eyes don't go unnoticed and you point the gun at her face, releasing dozens of soap bubbles on her face. Alexia yelps and pulls back surprised as you almost fall of the stool laughing.

The captain snapps out of it, completely embarrassed at being caught looking at you so softly and with so much love. She looks at the floor blushing and hopes that her blond hair will shield her from the camera.

You notice Alexia's tense posture and place your hand on her bicep. You smile at her when she finally looks up at you.

"It's your turn captain."

Alexia clears her throat awkwardly and bends down to grab a gift when Mapi giggles in the background. Mapi was invited for this gift opening video since her injury put a stop to all activities. She was enjoying seeing her best friend struggle to keep up her infamous 'la reina' persona.

To the public Alexia seemed stoic and cold, most of the time she kept a straight face but when she was with you that facade crumbled. She was always relaxed around you, giggling and cuddling up to you even when she kept up her usual cool charm. That's the reason why people shiped you so much. You were the "shunshine x grumpy" couple that everyone fawned over.

Seeing Alexia be so easily caught off guard made the tattooed spaniard want to roll on the floor with laughter. Alexia sent a cold glare towards her best friend hoping to keep her quiet for the rest of the video. Alexia quietly sighed and composed herself as you two continued opening gifts for the camera.

It was your turn again, you opened a gift and found a photo album with the rest of the team inside. You were pointing at all the photos and explaining the stories behind them.

You were speaking with excitement, your free hand moving around wildly and a wide smile was spread over your face as you talked about that time when Lucy accidentally threw a bucket of cold water on Keira's face instead of yours. Alexia was resting her head on her palm, looking at you like you hung the moon in the sky. A smile crept on her face as she watched you laughing at all the happy memories.

You're always gorgeous in Alexia's eyes but when you're happy, when you're laughing so much your cheeks hurt afterwards, that's when she finds you absolutely perfect. At this point Mapi has given up on laughter, instead she's filming Alexia's lovestruck face to sent it to the group chat.

Before you can realise it there are no more gifts to open and the video ends. The filming crew starts picking up their equipment and you slowly turn to a still smiling Alexia. You smile a little at the fact that the captain still has no idea that the filming is over. You press a quick kiss on her face and Alexia finally snaps out of it, looking at you with shock.

"Are you done looking now Ale?"

Alexia blushes and looks at Mapi with a confused expression that is absolutely adorable. You're grinning at her lost face and burst out laughing when she groans in realisation.

"Dios mio, I'll never live this down." Alexia says with her face in her hands. You pat her back and try to hold back your laughter. That's until you hear Mapi laughing.

"Oh yeah, just wait till you see the group chat."

Mapi is laughing so hard you think she might fall from the couch. Alexia jumped from the stool panicked as she looked between you and Mapi.

"You sent that to the group chat?!"

You laugh even harder and look at Alexia apologeticaly.

"Babe, the entire internet will see this video."

Alexia sighs and flops back down on the stool. You pull her into a side hug and kiss her head softly while Alexia continues her wheeping.

"My reputation is ruined."

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witchypandamonium · 11 months

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A Knight’s Honor

A collection of Luis/Reader snippets

This is for you, fellow Luis simps! I have trouble sometimes writing longform fanfics, so this story I’ll be writing mostly in snippets; a highlights-form story.

This chapter: the mine. The spot where the plot diverges in the most important point--Luis’s survival.

Chapter 1 of ? Occurs during Chapter 11 of game 2,711 words, SFW No warnings Tags: Luis x g!nReader | AU | Luis lives

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The chilled wind brought with it the familiar stench of low tide, but after the stifling, humid heat of caverns dripping with sulfur and foul black ichor, it was sweet relief. One hand on Keith’s camera, you scanned the storage abutting the elevator shaft before you for any crucial evidence to shoot, but found only crumbling medieval architecture and sea salt-rusted industrial steel in an ugly contrast that reflected Ramón’s neglect of all but what served his master’s nefarious purpose. You could hear Luis chatting lightheartedly behind you, and were about to turn to retort when a flash of movement caught your eye, followed by a flash of light reflecting against polished metal.

You don’t know why you did what you did—your body moved on its own, lunging to reach a hand between the Spaniard and the shining object flying toward him. A burst of pain ripped a scream from your lips as you saw a wicked combat knife spear your left hand, pinning it to Luis, who lurched and stiffened with a choked grunt as the blade embedded itself in his back.

But before you could even fully gauge your situation, there came the heavy thud of something—no, someone—landing on the platform just to your right. A hulking brute of a man, he wrenched the knife from the two of you, his other hand whipping around to deliver a powerful backhand to the side of your head, flinging you through the air to collide with a crate yards away. Head spinning, ears ringing, you fought to stay conscious, rolling from your side onto your stomach like fighting to move through a sea of tar. Through your swimming vision, you searched for Luis, just making out the ex-Umbrella researcher falling limply to his knees, then to the floor.

“Retrieving stolen goods…” a cruel voice hissed distantly in your ears as the man, some sort of soldier (well, most likely former soldier), fetched something from Luis’s pocket. The Spaniard didn’t move.

Luis…

“…and killing a few rats along the way…”

Your pulse pounded in your ears, drowning out the sounds of battle—you were vaguely aware of Leon fighting a dire knife duel against this man he seemed to know somehow—as the world shrank down to the body of the man but a few paces from you. …Please, Luis… Your hand reached to help drag yourself toward him, pain lancing up your arm through the fog, the full weight of your own wound only now dawning on you. Still, it was nothing compared to the pain of potentially losing Luis, and you carve a bloody path across the diamond plate steel platform as you inched your way to his side, shaking his shoulder weakly with your still-functioning right hand.

He was still warm—you could make out that much as your head slowly cleared. The sight of his back rising and falling, even as slight as it was, granted a moment of relief. The wound was still grave, but potentially survivable, giving you at least enough time to address the last member of your squad’s safety. If Leon didn’t manage to fend this man off, it wasn’t likely either of you would last much longer.

You finally understood why the agent had explained that knives were better for close-quarters combat—you could barely keep up with the two ex-soldiers’ movement, nor fathom how they managed to think so fast on their feet. Still, Leon seemed a bit on the backfoot, his opponent having some sort of mysterious supernatural advantage. Was he also working with Saddler; infected with the parasites? He just wasn’t tiring, leaping away into the shadows just to pounce again moments later. If you didn’t do something and quick, Leon ‘s luck was going to run out.

Your Sig P320 was still safe and secure in its holster on your hip, but their fight had drawn them rather far from you, and the small handgun wasn’t as powerful at extreme range. Luis had stuffed his Red 9 into the waistband of his trousers as they reached the elevator out of the amber mines, and you muttered a soft apology as you manhandled him slightly to retrieve it. Unused to the extra weight and still woozy from the blow to the head, you couldn’t stop your hand from shaking. Without thinking you brought your left hand up to steady it, earning yourself a blinding pain that almost had you dropping the gun as your fingers spasmed.

Meters away, you saw the hulking soldier land a powerful kick square on Leon’s chest, slamming him hard enough against a box to have him reeling.

Leon! Fuck, I can’t… Your hand just wouldn’t stop trembling.

He then raised his massive combat knife for a kill-strike.

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