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"You are nothing but a toy for me to fuck, little lamb. Now open your mouth for me, or I will break your jaw opening it myself."
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Well... as you know, this escalated quickly.
Title: Sacrificial
Fandom: MCU
Characters/Pairings: Minotaur!Bucky x Botanist!Female!Reader
Word Count: 3.5k
Summary: If it seems too good to be true, it always is. Always. Too bad you had to go to the remote jungles of South America to learn that lesson.
Content/Concept Warnings: DARK, lulled into a trap, human sacrifice, dubious consent/fuck or die, public sex/exhibitionism, size kink, monster fucking, face fucking/oral male receiving, vaginal fingering/fisting, breast worship, rough fucking, possessive/pet, praise kink, dirty talk, cum play, marking, cream pie, choking
Additional Notes: Thoty time with @rookthorne... she's only responsible for enabling me when my monster thirst reared its head. Wicked entry for @buckybarnesevents WEEK ONE of Hot Bucky Summer: "What Should I Wear?" and my third square of @buckybarnesbingo K1 "Fuck or Die."
When you told your friends, family, and former colleagues about the research grant and fellowship you had been awarded in the weeks leading up to your departure that it was too perfect, clearly somewhere deep in your bones you had known.
Eighty thousand dollars a year for three years, travel covered, visa approved, fully furnished accommodations provided, and a book deal for the discoveries and research studying flora in a largely undocumented and remote part of the jungle on another continent.
No scientist got a deal like that.
The only downside was the isolation of the location. They had electricity and running water, but you would only be able to go into town for internet every few weeks.
But the part of you that had grown up watching Indiana Jones, Jurassic Park, LOST, and the deep space missions of Star Trek who had far too many plants in your apartment and in your tiny office at the university had beat back that downside. It was only three years, and after living through the strange isolation of the pandemic, you knew you could manage this where you wouldn’t be isolated from people, just for short stints from your old life.
And though you had good pieces and good people in your life, you were desperate to get away from the suffocating societal expectations you felt like you weren’t living up to while so many others around you were – marriage, kids, white picket fences, career accomplishments, tenured professorships, promotions, raises, overnight influencers, travel vloggers.
This was something no one you knew had ever done.
Everyone raved about the adventure ahead of you.
Everyone had been impressed.
You had conquered in the accomplishments department with this for the year, no question. Your older sister with her third child on the way and your younger brother and his Premiere League football contract could wallow in your shadow.
This was a golden opportunity for a research botanist still in the early years of their career.
Kneeling on the ground in the middle of the jungle with your hands folded in your lap, head bowed, surrounded by a village of people who all should have known better than to follow ancient superstitions, with a dozen or more guns trained on you in nothing more than lingerie, you were living a nightmare.
All of it had been a baited trap.
No one would even question you falling off the grid before it was too late, and even if they did, these villagers could say one day you never came back from the jungle.
And it would be true.
One afternoon and evening, a good dinner, a sleep you’d yearned for thinking it was the jet lag, and then you’d awoken screaming as the first strip of wax had been ripped from your skin to discover you were naked with a half dozen people attending to all aspects of your grooming, preparing you to be their human sacrifice for the beast that lived in the jungle.
You were past the crying and pleading.
The no WIFI had been a lie, too.
Everyone in this small village looked and acted like they lived in the present day except for this one thing.
The belief that if they did not provide the beast his human sacrifice that they would not survive his terror.
“Then why don’t you just leave?” you had implored.
“This is our home, our loved ones are here, our ancestors are part of this place, and,” their leader and the head of the research foundation paused – almost faltered before continuing to explain, “the sacrifice of one stranger will guarantee us safety for many, many years.”
Everyone else had been instructed not to speak or listen to you from that point on in the preparations.
Nails trimmed, buffed, shined. Luxurious oil that smelled delicate and heavenly rubbed over every inch of your skin from the neck down. Hair partially braided to stay out of your face with the rest left natural. Color applied to your lips. They didn’t bother with eye makeup. No jewelry.
You had been wrapped up in a linen garment that was not quite a robe but not quite a coat to be transported to the ruins of an old stone dais in the thick of the jungle but deprived of it and then pushed onto the sacrificial area, left only in the sapphire silk of a bra and panties delicately lined with lace.
After hours being poked, prodded, and prepared by strangers in a strange land in a state of dread and disbelief, you thought you were numb.
You had endured too much to think you were hallucinating, but that you now all waited illuminated by literal torches with fire made this seem almost like a season of Survivor gone horribly wrong.
But then you heard the hushed wave of whispers at the rustle and rumble of something approaching through the thick vegetation of the jungle and adrenaline shot through your veins. It didn’t inspire fight or flight. You were frozen, fixated on the beast that would finally appear and seal your fate any moment now.
It made no attempt at arriving quietly, and when it finally appeared, there were collective gasps and cries from the people gathered to watch the sacrifice, though no sound fell from your lips.
The reaction was more than warranted, and a whisper of a thought flashed through your head that you were surprised no one had screamed. Maybe they were too terrified to scream, worried they would draw the beast’s attention. You wanted to scream, but your chest was gripped in fear.
The thick, furry legs of a bull, down to the cloven hooves, and a girthy tail with a tuft of dark hair at the end, swishing slightly as he walked. There was a loincloth tied at his waist that – rather than providing modesty – inspired anyone whose gaze lingered there to imagine the bulge nudging conspicuously beneath. Not that anyone’s gaze would linger there for long, for the rest of him was altogether imposing. Only the tallest of the villagers might hope to measure up to the base of his sternum – the sternum that anchored the torso of a man with shoulders more than twice the width of a human. Skin golden from the sun stretched over muscles that burst and rippled over his chest and shoulders, extending down his arms. You could see a litany of angry scars littered up and down his left arm.
Great bull’s horns rose and curled out of his head, possibly longer than your own arms. He had a mane of long, glossy but mostly unruly brown hair, with a couple of braids, that fell past his shoulders. Though the rest of his physique inspired fear, the true terror was perhaps the face of this man beast – it was terrifyingly handsome. Strong jaw, stubbled beard, a crease between his brows, and piercing blue eyes. His expression was drawn into an ominous grin.
He was in no rush as he walked into the ring of the villagers.
“Weapons down,” he growled.
There was almost no hesitation – their purpose had been to keep you in place anyway. Though the fear in the air was palpable, the tone of it seemed to be turning to some sort of reverent fear now for everyone else.
What inspired this unquestioned obedience from an entire people? People you’d seen with smart phones as abundantly among them as any other place on earth, though you’d been advised to shut yours down and leave it behind since it would be of next to no use to you in the jungle. They were right – but had left out the true reason and made it even more believable for you to seem only cut off to those back home, not lost and gone forever.
His enormous legs took the step easily up onto the dais, and his eyes were now fixed only on you. He stopped at the foot of the altar where you were presented for him.
“Well done,” this was meant for the people and their leader.
Then he reached out and the fingers of his large hands traced the strap over your left shoulder, then along your jaw, tilting your chin to look straight up at him. “And your choice is set?”
“My – my choice?” your voice cracked, but you felt it was a miracle you even found it.
Your confusion must have been evident, as his eyes flashed with anger and her rounded on the man who had facilitated all of this. “You did not tell her anything, did you?”
“I thought it best if –“
“It is not your job to think. The thoughtlessness of your people is why we’re here at all,” he snarled. Then he turned back to you.
“No time for stories now. I’m a minotaur called Bucky; a lost soldier cursed long ago to this state. Suffice it to say II must be satiated or the village will be subjected to bloodshed and desolation in the face of my wrath. They’ve chosen you, but you can choose your fate: fuck or die. I’ll take your throat, or I’ll cut it and drink your blood in front of everyone.”
Your chest heaved in trepidation. “How is that a choice?”
“Is it not clear to you?”
“Have others chosen death?”
He nodded. “Or they refused to choose.”
You opened your mouth then closed it again.
“Do you wish to die?”
You thought your tears were spent, but you could feel them welling in your eyes. “No.”
“Then claim your choice.”
You took a shaky breath.
“Say it!” he barked.
You flinched, but managed to spit out, “Fuck.”
“Perfect. Open up.”
“In front of everyone?” your voice was barely above a whisper.
He nodded. “They will remember and mark this sacrifice. It will be the reason they continue to breathe.”
You spread your knees a part so you were still kneeling and sitting back on your heels but his to take like this.
“That’s nice but not what I meant.” He tugged his loincloth and dropped it to the ground. You whimpered, afraid of the enormous size of his cock and ashamed at the lick of heat that flared in your core at the sight of him. He leaned down closer, put a hand at the back of your neck, and slapped the side of your face with his rigid length. “You are nothing but a toy for me to fuck, little lamb. Now open your mouth for me, or I will break your jaw opening it myself.”
This drew a handful of muted gasps from the onlookers. You saw a spark of something new in his eyes at this reaction.
He was pleased at their reaction.
You dropped your mouth open for him, nervous knowing you could not take all of him, embarrassed to be on such display in front of these strangers, but wanting to please him.
Wait, you thought, wanting to please him?
He shoved his cock into your wet mouth, shoving any other thoughts immediately out.
“Suck.”
You did.
“Just like that,” he said. The hand on your neck moved up to cradle and command the back of your head. He slowly began to fuck your mouth but with only a small motion, encouraging you to continue sucking just that first bit of cock as it was in your mouth. He still was in no rush. It felt like a power play – not wanting to show impatience or lack of restraint in the onset of this sacrificial claiming.
As he continued to speak now, his voice was low, intended for you. “Get ready for more.”
You looked up at him and tried to nod your head ever so slightly. He smirked, then he brought his other hand up under your jaw and to your throat, wanting to feel himself using you. He groaned and briefly closed his eyes. His tip hit the back of your mouth, and you spluttered. He pulled out slightly, giving you half a moment to recover, then forced the point again, holding himself there while you adjusted. He opened his eyes again, locking back onto yours, and a thrill of terror shot through you again. That was only the preliminary.
Now he would truly begin.
That look was all you got. Keeping the one hand at your throat, the provided the anchor to begin truly fucking your throat, not in a rush, but he picked up the pace. You placed your hands on his thighs to steady yourself. Your muscles initially gagged in protest, but he persisted, stroking your throat with his fingers as well, coaxing you to relax. Tears spilled down your cheeks. You concentrated on breathing through your nose and the steady gaze he kept trained on you. Soon you were taking more of him than you thought you could. He quickened his thrusts into your mouth. Your fingers stretched into the fur on his hips, mewling as he continued to use your mouth.
A few short grunts with the last thrusts were the only hint before he came, shooting his hot spend in your mouth with an unrestrained howl that shook the crowd to their core. There was no way for you to swallow everything, but, if anything, seeing his cum spilling down your chin made him grin.
Then he raised his head to address the villagers. “Remember that you gave this human to me. I will do with her as I please, and you will never see her again. Hope that you never see me again in your lifetime,” his voice carried, his power unquestioned in the clearing. “If you are lucky, the children you left home today will not see me in their lifetimes either. All of you go now. What happens next is not for your eyes.”
They followed his instructions without hesitation, all of them eager to be gone from this cursed place and their collective and ignored shame.
They left the torches – no desire for a souvenir.
And now you were alone with him, the light of the flames flickering over every inch of your exposed skin – which was almost all your skin, the lingerie only for show.
With the hand that was still anchored at the back of your head, he roughly angled you up sharply to look directly up at him, and tipping his own head forward he loomed in all his height above you, a truly searing heat in this look. “I meant what I said: you are mine, and I will never allow those vile villagers to see you again. You’re mine to do with as I please.”
He stooped down to claim your mouth in a kiss. His large thumb brushed the remaining spend from your chin and then moved down your throat to brush it over your collar bone, rubbing it in. He pushed his tongue between your lips, and you opened your mouth for him again. His tongue was too big for your mouth, too, but the more he subjected your body to the largeness of his being, the more you seemed to seep into him. He used his tongue to wrap around and tangle with yours, stroking it with his, now and then slipping it further down your throat, teasing, choking, mimicking the actions of his cock not long before.
When you were truly gasping, he chuckled darkly and pulled away, you leaned forward, lips chasing his, and then you shook your head, trying to restore some logic.
Failing.
Bucky easily tore away your bra with his brute strength. “Lay back for me, lamb.”
You shifted, legs aching from resting on them in that kneeling position for far too long. He noted the care you took in moving your limbs and rubbed the muscles up and down a few times. Then he pulled your hips to the end of the alter, flush against his cock, which was already semi-hard again. You hummed as he pushed against your still-clothed core.
His hands moved from your thighs up your sides, stoking the desire surging through your body, moving up your waist, thumbs brushing up against the underswell of your breasts, then flicking over the nipples, bringing them to little peaks before diving down to lave one of them with his tongue and suck, rolling, twisting, and pinching the other with his hand. Then he moved his mouth, and as he latched on to the other nipple, his hands worked the lace and silk panties off your hips and down your legs before tossing them away. He rutted up against you again, slow but persistent pressure against your core again, but now with no barrier he felt your arousal slicking up your entrance. When you began working your hips against him, seeking more friction, fisting your hands into his hair, he moved a hand between your legs, stroking over your labia and pushing one of his fingers right into your cunt, making you keen immediately from the force and fullness.
“Going to ruin you, lamb, but don’t want to hurt you.” He was brutal, but only because he was a monster by nature, not because he was heartless. “Gotta work your tiny pussy open so you can take me like you were meant to.”
As before, he was patient, making up for the impatience mounting inside you as he worked his fingers into you, circling, questing, stretching, twisting. When he pushed three fingers in he could tell it was a lot, but he knew he needed you to easily receive four if he was going to get to fuck you on his cock the way he wanted. All through it, he was relentless in overwhelming you in other ways, continuing to worship your breasts, but also murmuring praises against your skin, and threatening and promising filthy things that you couldn’t even respond to.
When you were thoroughly primed, aching for him, a mess with tears and begging for him, he finally realigned his hips between your legs, forcing your thighs wide to accommodate him. He bumped the head of his cock against your throbbing clit a couple of times, making your whimper repeatedly. You were lost as you lay splayed out above him, eyes tightly shut, hands reaching for him, desperately pleading his name over and over. He bent down to you again, relishing the feel of your breasts brushing against his chest for one more moment before sinking his cock into your cunt with a brutal thrust, pushing clear to the hilt, making you scream. It was wicked, and he knew it, but also knew how much he had worked up your body and your mind, and he was rewarded as you arched beneath him, and wrapped your arms around his neck, adjusted your hips, and then rocked against him, clearly seeking more.
Holding you at the precipice of pleasure for so long meant you crashed into your first orgasm very quickly as he pushed his cock in and out of your, “tight heat, little lamb, taking me so well,” he cooed. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, shuddering as he fucked your through it, groaning at the feel of your walls around him. “No one else will ever have this cunt now,” he vowed. “You’re mine.”
“Mine,” you echoed without thinking, not knowing it was exactly how he wanted his pet to feel about him. He pushed you over the edge into another orgasm and then spilled his hot seed inside you not long after. You were beyond spent, at that point, and less than a minute after he scooped you up, tucking your legs around his waist, you dropped out of consciousness, and went totally limp. He kissed the top of your head, then shifted you to sling you over his shoulder for the trek to his lair – your home. He’d secure you there, then go back to the get the wooden crate of the belongings you had shipped ahead of you and the bag you had traveled with – both were supposed to be deposited and waiting in a cave, the final part of his negotiations for acquiring his new human from that village and their foolish leader. Humans were delicate creatures with peculiar needs, after all, and he was determined to keep you content and fucked out until you were devoted to staying with him until the end of your days.
But the last hour had exceeded even his own expectations. He suspected he wouldn’t have to try very hard to keep his little lamb.
NEXT PART: Do You Remember
"haunting thoughts" on Sacrificial for the Dark Forest Fest
brief insight into what reader's life is like now
physical appearance of Minotaur!Bucky
easy and challenging parts of writing the fic
the writing of the story from concept to completion in one night
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Long Time Coming I Chapter 16 I Stop, You're Losing Me
Summary: Being hired as the first female assistant coach in the league was a challenge of it itself. Being a football prodigy and University Football Legend was easy enough. Coaching Jamie Tartt was a challenge all on its own.
Chapter Summary: Reader and Jamie are going through a rough patch and end up in Man City
Word Count: 5.4K
Warning: Angst, tears,
Prologue One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve 13 14 15
A/N: Thank you so much to @sokkigarden for reading this ahead of time and giving me notes! We have one chapter left after this one!!! Can't wait!
There was something wrong with Jamie. Ever since he came back from the international break things had been different. I’d prepared this whole big dinner for him with sexy lingerie and his favorite meals, and he’d enjoyed the whole night very thoroughly. But the next day, he was distant. Like I’d hurt him or something. I tried to ask him about it but he assured me there was nothing wrong, and that he was fine.
That was a few weeks ago and nothing had gotten better. I was so frustrated with myself. I’d wrack my brain trying to figure out what I’d done wrong, how I’d upset him that night. But nothing came to my mind.
“It’s like he’s avoiding me,” I whined to Roy, spinning in my chair. I’d moved so I was in his office between him and Trent. “But I don’t know what I did.”
Roy grunted. This was how our conversations usually went. I’d come into his office when Trent wasn’t there, spin in my little chair and complain, and he’d grunt every now and then to let me know he was listening. Or half listening. He ‘didn’t want to get in my business because he doesn’t fucking care’”
“I just… what if he wants to break up with me,” I whisper the words, finally stilling in my chair.
I’d tried not to consider that possibility, but it was very likely that he did want to break up. I’d obviously upset him somehow. But it was so sudden. We were doing so well. And our love had never been stronger. Maybe he’d gone to Italy and slept with someone else. That sent a shiver down my spine.
“He doesn’t want to break up with you,” Roy grumbled, putting his pen down. “He’s just a twat that doesn’t know how to express his emotions”
“How do you know he doesn’t want to break up with me?”
“Cause he fucking adores you and talks about you all the time on our runs and it’s fucking annoying that’s why,” He shot back.
I smiled softly at the thought of Jamie running along talking about me. He’d become incredibly fit over the season. Not that he wasn’t fit before but now he could run longer, lift heavier, and move quicker.
“He talks about me?” I checked, looking at Roy hopefully.
He rolled his eyes at me as he stood up and grabbed his jacket. “Yes, he does. Now I have to go to a stupid press conference and sit next to him while they boost his stupid ego after getting player of the month.”
“He’s barely mentioned that, you know,” I tell Roy, standing to move my chair back to my desk. “It’s weird.”
“He’s trying to be all humble about it, it’s fucking annoying.” He rolled his eyes and started out of the room. “Stop worrying about it!”
I wouldn’t stop worrying about it. I would continue to worry about it even when Colin, Isaac and Will brought back some kebabs from some Greek restaurant they’d gone to. They were delicious and all I could think about was Jamie’s mopey face as he went into the conference room.
But the real kicker was when Ted brought in a special guest.
“My name is Dottie Lasso, it’s great to meet you,” Dottie introduced before wrapping me up in a hug.
“Oh! Wow! Hi!” I greeted, shooting Ted a look. He just shrugged and motioned towards his mother. “I’m (Y/N), it’s great to meet you.”
“It is such a pleasure to meet you, Ted talks about you all the time!”
I raised my eyebrows as she pulled away, smirking at Ted. “Oh, does he?”
She nodded, chuckling. “He thinks you’re the bee’s knees, sweetheart.”
“I wasn’t aware bees had knees, but I appreciate it!” I replied, smiling at her.
Dottie Lasso brings in a big fuss as all the boys flock to her, listening to her stories of a young Ted Lasso. It was amusing to watch but Ted apparently did not think so as he watched her prattle on about his first time riding a bike.
I watched from my corner of the room, standing near the white board as we all enjoyed our meal and the stories. All except Jamie. He’s the only thing I had my eyes on the whole time as he stared vacantly at the floor.
That was until Van Damme turned to Jamie with his nose guard on. It look ridiculous, of course, and normal Jamie would have taken the chance to make fun of him, but today, when Van Damme called on him Jamie just shrugged.
“I think it’s more important to be safe than look cool,” he replied.
The room was silent as everyone stared at Jamie in surprise. I gave Roy a pointed look that said ‘I told you so’ before he rolled his eyes and turned around.
“Oi! Tartt!” he barked, and the whole room flinched. “Boot room! Now!”
The two of them trudged off into the boot room, leaving me alone with the boys in the locker room. Part of me wanted to follow, to hear what they were walking about, but I knew Jamie needed to open up… to someone if not me.
I sighed and walked into my office where Ted was.
“Well, it’s certainly been an interesting day, hasn’t it,” I groaned, tying my hair up into a ponytail.
“That’s one way of putting it,” Ted grumbled back to me. “Say, is Jamie doing alright?”
I shook my head rubbing a hand down my face. “Couldn’t tell you.”
Ted looked over at me sympathetically. “Hey, whatever’s going on between the two of you, you’re gonna figure it out.”
“I really hope so, Ted, I really do.”
…
I sat on Jamie’s bed that night as he packed. He was silent as he did, throwing clothes into a bag half-heartedly. I watched him, looking over the top of my phone, trying to pretend I wasn’t watching him, but I was.
“Jamie?”
“What is it?” he mumbled, staring at his toothbrush.
“Are you okay?” I asked, looking between him and the toothbrush.
His head snapped up at me. “Yeah, I’m great, I’m fine. Why? Did Roy say something? Well, he’s wrong, I’m fine.”
I threw up my hands. “No, Jamie, Roy didn’t say anything, you’re acting fucking weird.” He frowned at me, his eyes darting in his head as he figured out how to respond to me. I didn’t let him figure it out though. “Jamie, I’m here for you, please just talk to me.”
“(Y/N), I promise, nothing is wrong,” he insisted, throwing his toothbrush into his suitcase finally. I slid off of the bed and went to grab his hand, but he flinched away from me.
I took a step back. He flinched. He actually flinched away. I felt the hurt spread over my body like a web, coursing through my veins. Jamie could see it hurt me; I could see it in his eyes. But he didn’t move to comfort me.
“Okay, fine… I guess I’ll just go then,” I squeaked, grabbing my phone off the bed.
“(Y/N), wait,” he finally spoke.
“No, no it’s fine,” I grabbed my jacket that was hanging off the bed. “There’s nothing wrong, you’re fine. I’m gonna go.”
I trotted down the stairs and out the door, trying to hurry so I didn’t change my mind. I could hear Jamie curse from behind the door as I rushed down the driveway. This felt all too familiar. I could see it, last season, just around this time when I poured my soul open to him and left him standing on the field. Except it hurt more this time.
Jamie was fading from me. I could feel it. I wanted to grab on, but he pulled away. He was losing me.
We didn’t speak the next morning or at all on the bus. We didn’t even sit together on the bus. I tried to pretend I was fine, that my heart wasn’t aching as Colin sat next to me instead, wearing a sympathetic look. He didn’t even share his hotel room with me when we got them assigned at the hotel. He just walked off.
The next I heard from anyone was someone knocking rapidly on my door. When I opened it, Roy and Keeley were both standing there in front of me.
“What’s wrong with Jamie?” Roy asked.
I felt the well building up, about to boil over. I tried to stay calm but just imagining the look on Jamie’s face when I tried to touch him last night.
“Fuck!” I cried out, the tears welling up in my eyes. I started spinning in place, flapping my hands to let out excess energy. “I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know!”
“Fucking hell,” Roy rolled his eyes. “You and Jamie emote in very similar ways, you know?”
“Babe, babe, breath,” Keeley grabbed onto my shoulders. “Roy said that when he talked to Jamie yesterday, he had a complete meltdown.”
“What?”
“Listen, listen,” She shushed. “But today I’m going to talk to him. We just wanted to see if you knew anything.”
I looked between Roy and Keeley, two of my closest friends in the world, and all three of us were coming together to help Jamie.
“Whatever happens, (Y/N),” Keeley continued, rubbing her hands up and down. “we’re here for you, both of us.” She looked over at Roy who nodded minutely.
Roy stuck with me for the rest of the day. Apparently, he was on (Y/N) duty while Keeley was trying to figure out what was wrong with Jamie. Roy kept me occupied with strategy questions and making sure I knew what was going to happen at the game tomorrow.
The next time we saw either of them was at the movie night. Jamie came in and sat in the front, not even looking in my direction. Then Keeley came in and sat next to Roy passing us both buckets of popcorn.
“How’d it go with Jamie?” Roy asked, taking the popcorn.
“Yeah, I fucked it. I made it worse,” Keeley frowned, scrunching her nose.
“You what?” I whisper cried.
She looked at me in an apology. “Sorry I brought up his hair and-‘”
“You brought up his hair?” I whispered in disbelief.
“I thought I was comforting him!” Keeley defended herself. “I’m sorry!”
I shook my head, shoving a handful of popcorn in my face. I couldn’t even focus on the movie, which ended much too soon. As soon as the movie ended, Jamie was up, and out the door and I was up and following him. Keeley squeaked and grabbed Roy to follow.
We chased Jamie outside, just catching him as he started walking down the street. Thus began our chase. Through the streets of Manchester that he trekked through easily. It made me think of him as a kid running around playing games. This was his home turf and he knew it well.
Finally, he led us down a tunnel, except when we made it to the tunnel, he was gone.
“Where the fuck did he go?” I panted, tired from trying to keep up.
“You said he went down there,” Keeley pointed at Roy.
Roy shook his head. “No. I said he’s in a tunnel, I didn’t say he was in this tunnel.”
They bickered back and forth but I looked around trying for any sign on him. We jumped as Jamie appeared behind us. I whipped around and stared at him. He looked so odd in the darkness with his hoodie pulled over his head. Almost annoyed that we had followed him.
“Why are you following me?” He asked.
“Just wanted to make sure you’re okay, you prick,” Roy growled.
“What’s going on, Jamie?” Keeley asked seriously. “Are you buying drugs?”
Jamie and I hadn’t taken our eyes off of each other. I couldn’t say anything, just stare at him, begging him to say something, anything. Just talk to me. But he just shook his head and slid between me and Keeley murmuring a ‘come on’ as he did.
It felt cold. He just brushed right past me, he didn’t even take my hand as he did. Keeley put her arm on me, sending me a comforting glance as we went to follow him. He led us through a neighborhood where some kids were kicking a ball, they shot some insults his way but he didn’t seem to mind.
Finally, we arrived at a door and when Jamie knocked, a man arrived.
“Hey!” He cried when he saw Jamie at the door. “Jamie!” He threw open the door smiling broadly.
“How you doing, Simon?” Jamie smiled back at him. “Uh, this is Keeley, that’s Roy, and this is… this is (Y/N).”
Simon’s eyes darted over to me before looking back at Jamie. I felt so helpless in this situation. Jamie wasn’t talking to me, Roy and Keeley couldn’t get through to him and now we’re standing at some random house in the middle of Manchester the night before a really big game.
He let us in and Jamie started walking around the hallway, seemingly looking for someone.
“Georgie, we’ve got visitors,” Simon called up the stairs.
A voice called back from upstairs. “What was that love? Someone at the door?”
Then a woman appeared at the top of the stairs, letting out a shriek of excitement when she saw Jamie at the bottom of the stairs.
“Hi, mummy,” He greeted, the smile on his face growing by the second. She rushed down the stairs and hugged him tight.
Mummy? Oh my god. This was his childhood home. I wanted to leave, I needed to get out of here. I tried to back up but hit the closed door behind me.
“Mummy, I’d like to introduce you to Keeley, and this hairy prick’s Roy,” he started, not taking his arms off of his mother. “And back there, is… (Y/N).”
Again, Georgie’s eyes darted towards me quickly, then back to Jamie. “I’d come to give you a hug, but I’m not letting go of this one!”
Jamie picked her up and carried her down the hall, leaving Roy, Keeley and I reeling in the wake of whatever is going on.
We sat on their couch, cookies in hand as Jamie cuddled with his mother, prattling on about some asshole on twitter who made fun of his hair. I played with the cookie in my hand, trying to look at Jamie but he wouldn’t look at me. Why wouldn’t he look at me?
“Babes, do you wanna give them the grand tour?” Georgie suggested. “You know, show them around a bit?”
“Yes!” Simon clapped his hand. “Right, follow me. We will start in the kitchen, aka, my laboratory.”
He took us in the kitchen, then upstairs where he let us into a small room. He flicked on the lights.
“And here’s the main attraction,” he announced. “Jamie’s room!”
My eyes widened as the three of us filed into his room. It was filled with football trophies and ‘A’ papers and other certificates with Jamie’s name on them. I turned around and saw Roy’s poster on the wall. It brought a smile to my face. Little Jamie Tartt who loved football and loved Roy Kent. Now Roy Kent had just followed him around Manchester because he was so worried about him.
Simon closed the door behind him, revealing yet another poster, this one of Keeley. Oh, Jamie… he was going to throw a fit when he found out. I looked around the room, at the posters, at the trophies, at the pictures. At the life that was Jamie Tartt before his father was back in his life. This Jamie was coming back, and he needed help to get there. I couldn’t just leave him now.
“I should go… I need to… I’m gonna…” I trailed off, opening the door and walking out.
I padded down the stairs, trying to make as little noise as possible. I heard him and his mother chatting in the other room and knew I shouldn’t listen in, but something drew me to listen in.
“Jamie… your father, he is who he is,” Georgie cooed. “And like it or not, you’ve ended up being who you are so that you can prove him wrong. And you are amazing. You are.” I felt a smile come over my face as I heard her praise him. “When you come on for England? Oh. Jesus, Jamie, I wept. I bawled my fucking eyes out.”
I bit my lip, feeling tears come to my eyes. Jamie had so much love in his life. From me, from Roy and Keeley and from his mum. He was just so afraid to accept it. She went on.
“And, yeah, your dad will be in the stands tomorrow, pissed out of his head, rooting against you. And it won’t matter. You don’t have anything to prove to that toe rag. You’re not lost, my sexy little baby. You’re just not sure which direction you’re going in... yet.”
I heard them shuffle for a second, probably hugging and I knew I should go.
“And something tells me, that girl standing in the hall is going to help you,” Georgie finished. My eyes widened. How the fuck did she know? “Come on out, love, you think I didn’t memorize the way it sounds when someone’s sneaking down the stairs.”
I peeked into the room, and saw Jamie still curled up on his mom’s lap. I let out a short laugh but it quickly ended as I took an incredibly shaky breath.
“Sorry…” I apologized. “I didn’t mean to eavesdrop.”
Georgie waived me off, patting Jamie’s shoulder so he’d sit up. “Don’t apologize, dear, the two of you should chat, I think.” She hopped up off the sofa, leaving Jamie sitting there and came over to hug me. I was surprised by the hug but happily accepted it. She leaned back and kissed my cheek.
“Thank you,” She murmured. “For taking care of my boy.”
I felt my breath hitch and I nodded. She patted my shoulder before exiting the room. Now it was just Jamie and me. He wouldn’t even look at me, just chewed on his hoodie jacket and played with his fingers. I walked over and sat next to him on the sofa, not close enough to touch, even by accident.
“Jamie I-“
“Listen, (Y/N)-“
We both started at the same time, talking over each other.
“You go first, Jamie,” I offered but he shook his head.
“No, you, please,” he motioned for me to continue.
I looked at him, begging for him to look at me. I reached out and grabbed his hand, tired of not being able to touch him, and brought it to my lap.
“Jamie I…” I tried to form the words that I needed to say. “I’ve been so fucking worried about you. And you won’t even talk to me, you won’t even fucking look at me.” I felt that familiar ball in my throat as a sob tried to make its way up, but I swallowed it down. “And… and if you don’t want to be with me anymore, I understand…”
“What?”
“But… please just tell me because this is excruciating.” I pushed on. “Jamie, I love you so fucking much it hurts me to see you struggling. I want to help you, to be there for you. But if you don’t want me… that’s okay. You don’t need to want me.”
“(Y/N), please- “
“Just let me finish,” I silence, squeezing his hand. “But I do need you to know that, whatever happens, you have changed my life. You have shown me what love is and that will never change. Okay?” Finally, I dragged my eyes up to look at him. His eyes matched the same shiny expression of mine. Unshed tears, brimming in his eyes. “I think you are amazing, okay? And that’s never going to change.”
Finally, I was done. He turned towards, finally, for the first time all night, taking both my hands in his.
“God, (Y/N),” He sounded breathless. “I don’t want to leave you. God, I need you so bad… I need you every single day and I… I was afraid that I was too much for you. I was waiting for you to turn on me, or hate me, or something because I know I always muck it up.” His hands rubbed over mine gently.
“I knew you were stressed about this game, and I didn’t want to worry yah anymore. But I… I guess I fucked that up as well.” He laughed a bit before pausing again. “Everyone’s expecting something of me. Richmond, Man City, my dad, you. And I’m afraid I’m going to let all of you down then you won’t want me around no more.”
“Oh, Jamie,” I moved close to him, grabbing his hand with both of mine, moving so our arms were touching. He melted into my touch. “Your whole life, you’ve been playing football for someone else. For your dad, for me, your mum. I think tomorrow, you should try playing for you.” He looked over at me, his eyes big and round. “Because I’m going to be proud of you no matter what, and so will your mum. So, make yourself proud. I think you’ll surprise yourself.”
His eyes looked back and forth between mine, and I smiled at him, trying to ignore the tears that slipped out of my eyes. I brought my hand up to his face, rubbing away some tears on his cheeks. He leaned forward and bumped his head against mine, resting his forehead on my temple.
It felt so nice to feel him on me after not touching him for so long, I pressed my nose into his cheek, taking a deep inhale. I missed him.
“Just… talk to me next time…” I begged, quietly. “Please.”
I felt him nod against me before knocking my nose aside with his and sealing his lips over mine. I kissed him back readily, eagerly, feeling so at home again. I fight the urge to deepen the kiss and pull back after a moment, laughing breathily.
“Guess where Roy and Keeley are right now?” I breathed out, smiling giddly at him.
He frowned, looking confused. “Where?”
“Sitting on your bed, probably staring at the posters you have of them.”
“Oh, god.”
We made our way upstairs, and when we opened the door to the room, Keeley and Roy flew apart from where they’d obviously been kissing just before we opened the door. Jamie and I looked at each other.
“Sorry to interrupt,” Jamie chuckled. “But we really should get going.”
Keeley popped up first. “We’re ready!”
Roy however, sat for a moment longer before standing up and stalking out the door, patting Jamie on the shoulder as he did. Jamie stood for a moment longer, staring at his childhood room. I walked over and wrapped my arms around his waist, resting my chin on his shoulder.
“You ready, babe?” I murmured, kissing his cheek.
He looked down at me smiling. “Yeah, I am.”
The stadium at Manchester was thrumming with excitement as we walked into the stadium. I paced in front of the bench. This was an important game. If we wanted any shot at winning the Premier league, we needed to win this game. The boys filed out onto the field and as Jamie appeared the whole stadium erupted in boos. This was not going to be an easy game for us.
Man City played dirty, especially against Jamie, constantly knocking him off the ball and knocking him to the ground. I could tell he was getting frustrated, pounding the ground with his fists in anger.
“C’mon Jamie! Get back up!” I called to him after a particularly hard fall. He shook his head and sprung up off the ground. Then he orchestrated a beautiful goal between him, Bumbercatch, and Colin. It was beautiful, he was so clearly ahead of everyone else when it came to his passes.
But honestly, Van Damme was saving this game. I lost track of the number of saves he made on the goal. So far, we’d been lucky, but our chances were running thin. Then Van Damme got away from the goal for just a second and Man City got in the gap. It looked like an equalizer when Jamie came out of nowhere and basically flipped to block the score.
It was an incredible feat and we all let out a collective sigh of relief as the game continued. But Jamie didn’t get up. I found myself grabbing onto Roy’s arm, my heart stopping, waiting, begging him to get up.
He rolled around on the ground for a minute, Isaac running over to check on him, but Jamie waved him off. He stood up, flexing his foot and trying to push on. He made it about halfway across the field before he fell again, unable to push past the pain. My grip on Roy tightened and I felt him tense as well.
“Ted, let me go talk to him, please,” I said to Ted as Jamie was helped off the field.
“No, no, no, no, you’re not going over there, let me,” Ted brushed me off. He was right. I wouldn’t be able to help if I went over there. But I felt my heart racing as I tried to restrain myself from rushing to his side, ensuring that he was okay.
I glanced up at the scoreboard. We were still 1-0 against Man City, Pep stood on the sideline, pacing just as I was.
“(Y/N), calm down, focus on the game,” Roy insisted. “Jamie knows how to take care of himself.”
He was right, of course, Roy was always right. And as he said that Ted came jogging back towards us.
“We’re gonna give him a couple minutes,” he told us. “He’s gonna be fine.”
I grumbled, looking over at where Jamie was being worked on by the physio team. Jamie would soldier on; he would make sure he could get out there. I saw him, looking around, watching for any sign of his father who’d been suspiciously missing this whole game.
Roy nudged me, telling me to focus on the game. But the game was bleak. Man City continually putting shots on the goal and Van Damme stopping them each time. Ted made his wave back over to Jamie. I wanted to go with him, just let me talk to him, but Roy held me back.
“Let Ted do his thing, yeah?” He told me. “Jamie’s a smart lad.”
I nodded, trying to focus on the game. The back and forth as the ball went in and out of possession. I could hear it again, the cheers, the calls, the look as I ran on the field scored a goal. It was right there in front of me again.
“Here he comes,” Beard mentioned, pulling me from my daze.
Jamie was up, hoping and adjusting his foot. He was going to go out there. He walked towards the substitution area. The crowd booed and jeered at him as he walked past but he just smiled, sticking his tongue out as he patted his Richmond logo. Then he looked over at me. I nodded at him, trying to remain Zen in his moment. He sent me a wink and a cocky smirk as he started out onto the field.
What happened next can only be described as art. Isaac sent the ball down the field where Jamie gained possession of it quickly. He ducked inside and spiraled around several Man City defenders. All eyes were fixed on Jamie as he floated, effortlessly, around the field.
It was astonishing to watch. The way he moved was incredible, moving with his brain three steps ahead of every dribble and swerve. No one could touch him. Then he sent it flying through the air and the world stood still. My eyes on Jamie, not the ball, as the ball made a loud swish into the goal.
The world exploded as the team cheered but I couldn’t take my eyes off of Jamie. I felt my vision get a little blurry as tears crowded in my eyes. The feeling in my chest could only be described as immense pride and joy. I felt my heart trying to burst right out of my chest as the boys tackled Jamie in a hug. Roy patted me on the back and I looked over at him seeing the same astonished expression on his face that I had on mine.
Shortly after that, Ted pulled Jamie out, not wanting to push him any further. He started to come off the field and something incredible happened. The stadium applauded him. The whole stadium, Richmond and Manchester City fans alike standing and applauding Jamie as he started off the pitch.
I saw the moment he realized it was for him the emotion filling his face as his hometown saluted him. His talent, his ability, his prowess. I covered my mouth, tears of joy springing from my eyes as I watched his emotional face leaving the pitch. He looked over at me as he finally made his way off the pitch. I didn’t want to go over to him, and he didn’t want to come over to me but we both knew. The expression we shared of mutual love and respect that we had for each other spoke more than any words I could say to him right now. I nodded at him, and he nodded at me.
The game was over shortly after that as we won. We celebrated the whole way home, singing and screaming and drinking the whole bus ride back to Richmond. When we got back to the club, I knew I wanted to speak to Jamie but first I had to do something for myself, and I was scared bonkers.
“Ted…” I ventured, staring at my desk.
“What’s kickin’, little chicken,” he responded, putting his phone down to face me. I let myself laugh at his greeting.
I looked up at him, rolling my thoughts around in my head. What I was going to ask, what I was risking here. But I couldn’t ignore the sound rushing in my ears anymore.
"Ted, what if I didn’t coach anymore.”
It didn’t take me long to find Jamie after my talk with Ted. He was sitting in the physio room with his foot in a bucket of ice. Top tier medicine people. I opened the door and he put down his phone when he saw me.
“Hey,” he greeted, a lazy smile coming over his face.
Seeing him now, alone, just the two of us, I couldn’t help the smile that came over my face.
“Jamie Tartt,” I said simply.
He reached for me, and I took his hand letting him pull me closer to him. His arms wrapped around my waist, and I brought mine up to hold his face delicately in my hands.
“You are incredible,” I continued, rubbing his cheeks with my thumbs. “You are just so incredible.” He grinned at me and pressed up to kiss me. I hummed into the kiss for a moment before pulling back. “I am so proud of you.”
“Yeah?” His eyes were big and wide.
“Yeah,” I responded, smoothing out his hair.
He kissed me again but pulled back quickly. “And you know that?”
“What?” I asked, smiling at his mischievous look.
“I’m proud of me, too” he told me, his face bright.
I was overwhelmed with the amount of joy and pride and happiness I felt in that moment. Jamie spent his whole life trying to make someone else happy and now, maybe for the very first time, he’s made himself happy.
I kissed him this time, hard. He started to lean back onto the table letting me fall on top of him when the door opened behind us.
“Oi! Get a room,” Roy’s gruff voice called out.
“Quite literally, we did, grandad,” Jamie shouted back, not taking his eyes off of me. I giggled and sat up to get off him.
Jamie whined, pouting at me but I waved him off. “Welcome to the celebration!”
Keeley and Roy came in with bottles of champagne. My conversation with Ted could wait until tomorrow. Right now, it was the four of us, Jamie’s hand in mine, Roy and Keeley laughing with us. A family. We were a family.
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Fic: Slip Edition
Dreamling (Human+Football AU) || Rated E || 5.5k words || complete
Alternate Universe - Human, Alternate Universe - Football, keeper!Dream, goalie!Dream, journalist!Hob, sports reporter!Hob, gratuitous references to Ted Lasso because I cannot fucking help myself, D/s overtones, Light BDSM, discussion of harder BDSM, Semi-Public Sex, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Lingerie, men in lingerie, Love Confessions, Established Relationship, Coming Out, Dirty Talk, Come Eating, Romantic Fluff
Sequel to Keeper and Runner (you really need to read those first for context)
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They – none of them – should be surprised when it happens. Everyone knows, technically, that it couldn't last forever. Even if thirteen shutouts in fourteen matches breaks the record for number of consecutive wins by a team in the Championship League. It was never going to last an entire season.
But that doesn’t mean that the shock of the ball rolling past Morpheus' fingertips and into the net doesn't stun the entire stadium into silence.
#Dreamling#Footie AU#Football AU#keeper!Dream#goalie!Dream#journalist!Hob#sports writer!Hob#Richmond 'til We Die series#Pavonis writes
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Man of the match part 1 - John Stones
Requested by a lovely anon, hope you like it even though its hasn't been proofread 🙈
Tag list: @masonxomount @prideofpd @johnstonesfc @stonesyy
(Gif credit to @johnstonesyy )
John has been in terrific shape lately: starting most games and scoring even two goals! He was happy and you were even happier.
Last big game in chronological order was the one against Arsenal, which was important to decide who would have gotten closer to the final result, winning the Premier League title.
Since you managed to leave your baby girl with his parents for a couple of days, you could make it to the Etihad, to cheer on him from the stands.
The most emotional moment of the night was when you saw him exploding with joy the moment the referee validated his goal. As a natural consequence, your heart burst with joy too, jumping in your spot as the chant "Johnny Johnny Stones" resonated through the stadium.
You only wanted that game to finish as soon as possible so you could wrap him in your embrace and tell him how proud he made you.
After the game he celebrated with his teammates and recorded some social content for City's Instagram, the only thing you could do was waiting patiently in the room where the footballers' families would usually wait for their beloved ones once the games were over.
You were chatting with Sasha when John finally made his appearance together with Rúben.
"Here's the man of the match!" Sasha cried as we all made a round of applause to compliment him on his brilliant performance. He blushed and thanked everyone before connecting his eyes with yours: the only thing that mattered were your own congratulations, how proud you were of him.
You smiled, opening your arms to him as he he hugged you with so much strength he lifted your figure from the ground.
"You were amazing, babe" You whispered in his ear, trying to keep your pda as discreet as possible as none of you liked to make a show.
Shivers ran down your bodies as he planted a small kiss in the crook of your neck.
"Thanks. Shall we go home?"
You nodded as he put back on your feet.
You waved everyone goodnight before entering his car.
"I can finally scream about the excellence of my man of the match" You exclaimed in a high pitched voice that made him giggle. You placed your right hand on his cheek to kiss his giggly lips as your thumb gently caressed his cheekbone.
"You were so so good and when the ref said the goal was in, that was crazy!"
He loved hesring you so enthusiastic about the game, talking about it with so much passion.
"Yeah, that's was crazy" Both his hands were on the steering wheel, being busy backing out of the parking lot before he could place his hands on your thigh.
"Glad you could come to the game"
You smiled and squeezed his hand, brushing your thumb against his skin
"We have the whoooole night to ourselves to celebrate" You hitted wiggling your eyebrows.
"Mh?"
"Bub's at your mum, remember?"
"Ohh well" He smirked, moving his hand further down your thigh. "You were looking forward to this, don't you naughty girl?"
You sighed, looking out of the window. "Well, if you prefer go home, eat a snack and going to bed it's fine for me"
He moved his head to the side to glare at you.
"What? You won't get away with it so easily…you still owe me that lingerie set you teased me with thr other day"
"Not my fault your daughter woke up crying suddenly!"
"Blame it on a child? You're so mean"
You laughed out loud and batted his hand away.
"Stop it or won't see that set not even tonight"
"And threatening your man? You're such a bad girl"
"Oh you have no idea how bad I can be" It was your turn to smirk and he bit on his lower lip squeezing your thigh.
As you closed the front door of your home behind you, meaning you were now in the safest space possible to show each other all your love, you started kissing your way down his neck, gently nipping at his skin.
John hissed as he firmly held your body close to his. His grip was tight on your bum as you slowly moved further south, unbuttoning his shirt while doing so.
He tugged on your hair to bring you back to your height.
"Go put that set on now" He ordered you huskily.
Needless to say all your clothes were scattered all over the floor as the passion got the best of you and you couldn’t spend not even one minute more apart from each other.
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In the morning John was the most similar thing to an angel you could ever think of: his head on the pillow bordered by his perfect curls tickling his forehead made him look like a cherub. His sleeping features made you fall in love with him even more, if that was something humanly possible.
You couldn’t resist the temptation to move his curls away from his forehead and kiss it.
He moaned and stirred his body, throwing his arm around your waist to keep you closer to him.
"Good morning"
He groaned, not wanting to keep his eyes open.
"We haven't used that set, not even this time" You giggled, pressing your lips against his cheek.
"Someone was too busy asking me for more"
"But there was also someone begging to fuck me if I remember correctly"
John slapped your butt before taking you over his body to cuddle you.
"We have to go take Iris in a couple of hours"
"I miss her running around the house screaming daddyyyyy"
You giggled and kissed his lips.
"Now she'll hug you and won't let go of you for the rest of the day, you know that?"
"I can do that, you'll have to be the one to deal with your jealousy"
"Now you're the mean one" You pouted, making him giggle as he kissed you back.
"But we still have a couple of hours…do you wanna see the set?"
#john stones#john stones x reader#john stones imagine#john stones imagines#football imagines#football fics#mcfc#manchester city#manchester city imagines#england nt#england nt imagines#footie fics#john stones fluff#john stones smut
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So this has been an idea pending for...5 years? The person I'd discussed this with is no longer part of the fandom and the names which she'd put forward for this no longer interest me at all.
Have a read of below for an idea of the plot, baring in mind this will be heavy on the smut, and let me know who you would like to see featured. I'm looking for 8+ people to be put forward.
Warnings will include but is not limited to: unprotected sex, p in every available hole, use of toys, use of restraints, voyeurism, swinging, 💦 on body parts, threesomes, thigh riding, tiddy fucking, praise kink, Dom type behaviour, size kinks.
You were, no - are, proud of the career that you have carved for yourself. With an unmistaken reputation now in the party planning world, you knew that you could comfortably beat any competition out there. You had it down for any occasion, big or small and the results were stunning. It didn’t matter if you were tasked with a children’s birthday, a wedding, a gender reveal, or something more adult like a divorce party, your eye for detail came a price but you delivered results. And satisfaction was guaranteed.
So when one of your clients came to you with a proposition, you can admit now in hindsight that you couldn’t hide your surprise and politely asked them to give you 24 hours to think about it. By no means are you considered to be a prudish person but something of this scale would take a lot of preparation, an unprecedented amount of trust, privacy and a very intimate location to accommodate exactly what you were looking for.
For the props alone, it would cost a considerable amount and yet the more the thought of this job in particular bounced around in your head, tugging at your eyelids each time that you’d try to fall asleep and whispered another suggestion into your ear which made you reach for your phone once more and add yet another note to your “ok but what if…” file, the more you wanted to do it. The control over the whole evening would be yours. You’d be able to observe and make sure everything was going perfectly, after all, your reputation was on the line and something like this could absolutely make or break you. That evening, after looking into venues and stores for the equipment and gave the potential client a price estimate which was agreed immediately, you accepted the job offer.
A month.
You have a month to arrange what could only be described as an orgy and no ordinary mere mortals were invited. If footballers sought out a Champions League trophy for bragging rights, then this was certainly above and beyond that.
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Hours have been spent planning exactly what was needed and in a way, it surprised you that you hadn’t covered all bases when you’d initially looked. She took it seriously and went to an exclusive home in Madrid where she was able to observe something like what she was planning. She watched what rooms were popular and what was in them. She observed what each room had in terms of creating an atmosphere. How did the evening start? What sequence of events occurred to enable a smooth flow from greeting to being licked, stretched, fucked and spent.
Alcohol flowed, blue pills were offered and condoms were in abundance throughout the home. No room was empty including the bathrooms. You witnessed things that you had never even considered before. You found new things that aroused you, and found that fantasies you had but had never uttered were being lived out before you and if anything, it only fuelled them even more. You watched the pleasure upon their faces as their every need and want was fulfilled.
You’d walked around in lingerie wearing a mask, house rules meant that this would show those who are participating that you were there to observe and not to participate. If you grew curious, you could remove your mask to show your acceptance and had the option of joining in if you wanted to. If you were naked, you were fair game. If someone said no, you had to stop. Everything would be consensual, even if you worked up to a hard limit. These rules were made perfectly clear before anyone started. And because of this, security was naturally hired for the evening - anything less was asking for trouble.
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Slight fluff of yandere Miko Chen, happen in the headcanons I wrote.
You slowly blinked your eyes in weary as you focused to examine your surrounding.
However, the first thing you noticed was a hard chest. You gulped when you realized you opened your eyes to a bare bulky chest.
You blushed in embarrassment as you shifted your gaze as it landed on a pale skin man under you, his face appeared to be in so much bliss.
You stared at his sleepy face to finally notice a familiar face. A familiar and a renowned professional football player representing-
M- Miko Chen-
WHAT IS MIKO CHEN OF NAKAMA FC DOING HERE, SLEEPING WITH YOU??
You began to recall to find out about his drunkenness during your dinner date.
Ok, so he got drunk, pulled you to the bed because he is too heavy…
You almost fainted when you realized you pressed your entire lithe and slender body on his left side of chest, with your right hand entangled with his huge right palm, clenched hard.
You shook your head and moved your body throughly in the blankets and removed it to move out properly. You did not expect this next turn of event to play out.
The Nakama player appeared to be bare! BARE!!! Who slept soundly underneath you. You scratched your back and felt odd to literally feel your flesh from your nails-
You froze on the spot when another flashback played and you slowly looked down to find yourself-
You gasped in horror as your face turned pale! What the hell have you done???? If the Super League and Media get the hang of this, Supa Strikas will have a headache for this scandal!
Just because the two of you slowly and secretly seeing each other, does not mean you need to let your guard down.
You found your ( y/c) dress and some lingerie cascaded on the floor underneath your side alongside your small white Fossil handbag.
You reached for your watch and stared in horrified when you realized the clock had strike at 5: 45 a.m.
Most competent and excellent clubs have diligent Coach but this is Uragiri you’re referring to. He may be nefarious and sly but there’s no denying he’s clever, a good analytical Coach and a very, very and VERY strict Coach.
If your Coach often have you all at 0700 for practice or check out, then there’s no telling that-
In a flash, you quietly got up, have yourself dressed and triple check for your items in case it’s being left aside.
You turned around and noticed Miko appeared to be wincing as his left arm that used to drape on your waist appeared to be roaming, possibly looking for your warmth in the bed.
Ignoring the pain on your crotch and the weird stickiness, you threw Miko a fond smile before you opened the door and left the room in a dash after the door closed shut behind you.
………………
Miko struggled to find your waist with his left arm to caress with loving manner. He wanted to cherish more moments with you as his team will leave South Africa to go back to his hometown. He wanted to kiss those soft skin of yours again and possibly have more… ahem, sessions…
“Miko…”
He heard someone called his name but he was too focused on searching for your waist. Where is your waist?? He swore he draped his left arm firmly around yours. He blinked his eyes weakly as his vision blurred over weariness.
“MIKO CHEN!!!! WHAT IN HEAVENS ARE YOU DOING????”
His eyes shot wide over the angry familiar voice as he suddenly sat up to find his Sensei shivered and covered his eyes with his left arm sleeve, while his right hand stuck in his hips.
Miko found himself lost in thoughts as Uragiri hissed. “The other men had already waited in the lobby well dressed while you are still here, still slacking, bare and playing with your- URGH!! AND I EXPECTED SKARRA TO BE LIKE THIS BUT YOU??!!”
Miko’s face turned crimson as he covered his bulky chest with the thick blankets.
“15 minutes! 15 MINUTES or you’ll be flying back home in your own hard earned money for no emergency reason than relieving yourself?!”, Uragiri turned to leave his star player as he grabbed a doorknob before he warned “DO NOT FIDDLE YOURSELF WHILE I'M TALKING TO YOU OR SO HELP ME I WILL SEND YOU TO AN ISOLATED CAVE!!!”, he opened the door and slipped outside before he slammed the door shut behind him.
Miko wipes his face in perspiration. He sighed heavily as he got out of bed, bare while he checked for his belongings to find them being secured in his duffel bag. He always packed light as they will only stay overseas for less than 4 days and he always packed his stuff the day before he checked out.
He picked his clothes being cascaded on the floor when he found a stain of blood on his privates. He stared at it in shock before he slowly smiled darkly.
So it occurred. He was relieved that you had left earlier before Uragiri found this forbidden love and so help him will berated you two for the rest of season!
He took a hot shower and rinsed the sweats and milt and covered his body with soaps as he recalled the rendezvous last night.
How you shyly looked away as he had you straddle his lap on the bed as he slowly took off your clothes before he got bare himself, revealing your beautiful and slim form that he fiddled himself those nights. How you gasped when he took the opportunity to kiss your collarbone and neck as his hands slowly roamed around your body. How small your waist when he gripped it with his huge palms as he properly thrusted inside you. How small you are despite being tall as he had you in his palms in domination. How-
He turned giddy as he got himself well dressed with his duffel bag on his right shoulder. After a triple check to ensure he did not leave anything, he left the room in a bliss.
The bus ride to the airport turned awkward as the rest of his teammates all looked at him strangely and awkwardly as his Sensei avoided eye contact with him all the way.
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Saw a post going around comparing women's and men's sports uniforms and while yes I agree there's a huge disparity between them, a photo of the women's lingerie football league was used.
America as far as I can tell, actually has a women's football league, the WFA ( at the same level as the NFL). They appear to wear pretty normal looking football uniforms. As you can see here, with accompanying article 😊
I'm not saying the post is wrong at all though. It 100% needs to be said. And the fact that men don't have a goddamn lingerie football league is EXTREMELY telling.
Just wanted to showcase some positivity + that those uniforms aren't the exact opposite to the mens. Like it's not mens uniforms or lingerie in American football.
#patriarchy#womens sports#radfems do touch#radfems do interact#radfem#radical feminism#radfems please touch
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I remember MTV having a lingerie football league, that's what probably made me gay
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Lingerie Football League
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League Of Legends V12.17: Debilitaciones Y Mejoras A Campeones Antes Del Mundial
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Ogom Chijindu Net Worth
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Let’s figure out more about ogom chijindu net worth in our next segments. Ogom Chijindu is a well-known Reality Star, who was born on January 26, 1985, in the United States. He is the father of two children.
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