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footballfanfictions · 4 years

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One shot masterlist

ONE SHOT MASTERLIST:

Sergio Aguero

I’m your what? - Sergio Aguero

Xabi Alonso

Xabier - Xabi Alonso

Oceans - Xabi Alonso

Marc Bartra

Locker room - Marc Bartra (sexual content)

Iker Casillas

That guy at the bar - Iker Casillas

Thibaut Courtois

Curious - Thibaut Courtois (sexual content)

Too short - Thibaut Courtois

Enemy - Thibaut Courtois

David De Gea

Snow - David De Gea

Julian Draxler

What if? - Julian Draxler

Latch - Julian Draxler

You - Julian Draxler

The one that got away - Julian Draxler

Starting out - Julian Draxler

Wedding Bells - Julian Draxler

Dickish - Julian Draxler

Do you fancy a swim? - Julian Draxler (sexual content)

Cheer, clap - Julian Draxler

7 minutes in heaven - Julian Draxler (sexual content)

One last time - Julian Draxler (sexual content)

Used to be the one I love - Julian Draxler (sexual content)

Erik Durm

Prince Erk - Erik Durm

Family time - Erik Durm

You two make me sick - Erik Durm

Lone working - Erik Durm

Influences - Erik Durm

Matthias Ginter

I hate weddings - Matthias Ginter

Leon Goretzka

Double date - Leon Goretzka (sexual content)

They’re just jealous - Leon Goretzka (sexual content)

Priceless - Leon Goretzka

Jonas Hofmann

I didn’t want you to come - Jonas Hofmann

Mats Hummels

Love me harder - Mats Hummels (sexual content)

Parade - Mats Hummels

Secret sender - Mats Hummels

Alexa - Mats Hummels

Tempted

Adnan Januzaj

Hit - Adnan Januzaj

Robert Lewandowski

Merry Christmas Satan - Robert Lewandowski

Fernando Llorente

Expecting - Fernando Llorente

David Luiz

Sail - David Luiz

Claudio Marchisio

In Common - Claudio Marchisio

Billiards - Claudio Marchisio (sexual content)

Hachim Mastour

Mail mix up - Hachim Mastour

Alvaro Morata

Washing up - Alvaro Morata (sexual content)

Manuel Neuer

King - Manuel Neuer

Gloves off - Manuel Neuer (sexual content)

Getting down on the pitch - Manuel Neuer (sexual content)

Mesut Ozil

No service - Mesut Ozil (sexual content)

Sergio Ramos

Embarrassment - Sergio Ramos

Marco Reus

I think I only just met you - Marco Reus

Look at us now - Marco Reus

Get on the desk - Marco Reus (sexual content)

Latte - Marco Reus

No fighting - Marco Reus

Ferris Wheel - Marco Reus

Lap of honour (sequel to ‘Look at us now’) - Marco Reus

Moscow - Marco Reus

Same girl - Marco Reus

Childish games - Marco Reus

Jealous - Marco Reus

Cookies - Marco Reus

Santa - Marco Reus

Skating - Marco Reus

Grandma - Marco Reus

Spilt Flour - Marco Reus

Victoria’s Secret - Marco Reus

Toys’R’Us - Marco Reus

Off your feet - Marco Reus

My only regret - Marco Reus

Nadya - Marco Reus

Scoring - Marco Reus

Au Pair - Marco Reus

Ex/Next - Marco Reus

Smashed/Wrecked - Marco Reus

I think you need to stay - Marco Reus

Kepa Arrizabalaga

Putting him in his place

Ben Chilwell

Influence

Christian Pulisic

Lost in you (smut)

Mason Mount

Mason taking care of you on your period

Jadon Sancho

Acceptance

Erling Haaland

Tempted

Serge Gnabry

Fuck up the friendship (smut)

#masterlist #football fanfiction

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iwriteficsandtragedies · 5 years

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Mouthing Off

Warnings: smut, language, angry wall-punching. And the garbage spacing/formatting thanks to tumblr.

Request: Aguero smut where he finds out he’s not been picked for the National team and he’s extremely frustrated, kind of soft and kind of passionate

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“Those shorts are too short.” Sergio’s words have you pausing at the door, where you were just about to leave for a run. You turn to face him, a warning look in your eye.

“Excuse you?”

“Don’t know why you have to show your ass to the whole city.”

“ExCUSE you???” That he thinks he can say anything about what you’re wearing is unacceptable, and the rage that flames in your stomach is immediate. “What exactly the hell is your problem?”

“Nothing.” He’s hunched over on the couch with his arms crossed, not looking at you. You can see him gnawing on the inside of his bottom lip. His legs are stuck out straight and crossed at the ankles.

“You just lost your entire mind for a few seconds, is that it?” You’re stood with your hip cocked, head tilted, your own arms crossed. He continues to stare at the floor. “I asked you a question, Agüero.”

He lifts his head to scowl at you. “Don’t call me that.”

“Or what?”

He’s on his feet and over to you before you can take a breath, one hand on your jaw and the other on your hip. “Why are you so fucking mouthy,” he mutters, pushing you into the wall.

“Why are you so-” You’re cut off when he pulls your mouth to his, but his lips that are usually so soft and loving are hard, angry. He’s not himself, you’re not enjoying this at all, and when you try to shove him away he slams his fist against the wall beside your head.

The color drains from his face and you stare at each other in shock.

“Baby.. I... I didn’t...” He backs away from you, his hands trembling. “I’m sorry. Please, I...”

“What the FUCK is the matter with you?” You’re too angry to be frightened. There’s a dent in the wall where he struck it. “What is going on??”

“They... nothing. It’s nothing.” His shoulders slump. “I’m sorry. Go for your run.” He backs farther away from you before turning to leave. You watch him, bewildered. He’s never acted this way, never sulked, certainly never hit anything in anger before. It’s when your watch vibrates with an incoming text from his sister that you realize what’s wrong.

You tread softly down the hall into your room. He’s sitting on the foot of the bed, his face in his hands. “Sergio.” You keep your voice quiet, crossing the room to kneel in front of him. You rest your chin on his knee and stroke your hands over his calf muscles. “I’m sorry.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Me neither.” You lay your head against his knee, and he lowers a hand to stroke your cheek. “It doesn’t make any sense that they’d leave you off the team again.”

He’s quiet for a bit, running his hand over your face and neck. “Did I scare you?”

“No.” You give his leg a reassuring squeeze. “Did you hurt your hand?”

“I’ll be fine.” You hear him take a shaky breath. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened.”

“You were angry.”

“That’s not an excuse.” His hand smooths over your hair, twisting a few strands in between his fingers. “I might not have scared you, but I could have hurt you.” You can hear the worry in his voice. His accent is always heavier when he’s upset.

“Kun, baby, you would never...”

“Please stop.” He lays his hand over your cheek. “There’s no excuse for punching the fucking wall, please stop.” His hand is shaking.

“Ok.” You look up at him, the movement of your head causing his arm to fall to his side. He’s so defeated. It’s heartbreaking. “What can I do?”

“Nothing.” He takes you by the arms, lifting you to your feet, and you stand over him, his face in your hands. Any hint of anger is gone. He holds his hands lightly on your waist. “I’ll never do that again. I promise.”

“I know.” You lean forward to kiss him, and his lips are soft and warm, like they ought to be. His fingers slide over your butt to sink into the back of your thighs and he deepens the kiss, inhaling sharply when your fingers grip his hair.

“Maybe,” he says, sliding his hands under the hem of your shorts to cup your butt. “There’s something I can do for you?” He taps his fingers, a crooked smile on his face. You know that smile.

“What’s that,” you ask, tracing the tip of your finger over his bottom lip and knowing full well what he means.

With an exaggerated wiggle of his brow, he pulls you onto the bed, rolling you over to cover your body with his and crush his mouth to yours again in a heated kiss that takes your breath away. His hand pushes under your shirt and splays over your stomach and when he breaks the kiss, he still grazes his lips against yours. The gentle contact has you rolling your body into him.

You try to reach between your bodies for him, but he grabs your wrist and pins it over your head. “Let me,” he whispers, asking for control, and you give it to him, relaxing under him with a sigh. He slides his hand from your wrist to trace over the curves of your cleavage, smiling down at you. “What can I do for you, my love,” he asks quietly, lowering his lips to yours again. “What do you want, hmm?”

You smile into his kiss. You know he’s trying to atone for hitting the wall, and even though you’re not upset with him you’re not going to stop him. “You know what I want.”

“I do,” he grins. “I want to hear you say it, though.”

“I want your mouth,” you whisper, nipping playfully at his lip, and he grinds his hips against you again before rising up to sit back on his heels.

“Up.” He tugs on your shorts and you lift your hips to let him peel them off with your panties. He licks his lips appreciatively, pushing your legs apart to fully expose you to him and gliding his hands over your inner thighs. “You’re so beautiful,” he says softly, settling himself in between your legs to place lazy kisses against your leg, working his way up to your center. “What have I done to deserve such a woman?”

Your answer is cut short when he closes his lips over your clit, applying gentle suction as he rolls his tongue over it, taking his time. He’s a magician with that mouth. The attention he pays to every inch of your body is wonderful, but that mouth on your pussy driving you relentlessly higher and higher until you fall is just.... heaven.

He tucks his hands under your butt to anchor you more firmly to him, pressing his face into you and swirling his tongue faster, drawing a high-pitched cry from you. You try to keep your legs from clamping around him as the tension in your belly grows, the tip of his tongue on your swollen clit causing your hips to rock off the bed. He begins to move his head in rhythm with his tongue, and you can feel yourself about to come.

“Baby,” you whimper. “Baby, I’m... m’close....” He quickens his tongue over your clit. He’s got a tight grip on your ass, moaning against you as he devours you, and with the smallest increase in suction you’re bowing off the bed, powerful waves of pleasure overtaking you as you cry out his name.

He releases you, placing a kiss to your knee and leaning back on his heels again, watching you catch your breath. He looks pleased with himself as he pushes his boxers down his legs. “I think,” he says, lowering himself over you, “I might be the luckiest man in England.”

“Just England?” You giggle, spreading your legs for him.

“Mmmm,” he hums, sliding his erection through your juices.”No. The whole world,” he whispers, and he plunges into you, your walls giving way to his thick cock.

“Oh, baby,” you sigh as he pulls almost completely out before pushing back into you. He fucks you slowly, dragging wet kisses over your chest and neck as he pumps in and out of you, bottoming out with a groan. He’s big enough to stretch you, make you feel it, but not big enough to cause you pain. He’s perfect. You spread your hands over his broad shoulders and up his neck to thread your fingers through his hair as he speeds up his thrusts, his hips hitting heavily against you.

His breathing is heavy, his lips pressed against your ear now. “You’re so good to me, you’re... oh fuck, baby.” He falters as you let your legs fall even wider and change the angle of your hips to let him go deeper. “I don’t deserve you,” he grunts.

“Shutup,” you breathe, tugging on his hair. “Shutup.” You rock your hips in time with his, meeting his thrusts, and dance your lips over his. “I love you,” you murmur against his mouth.

“I love you,” he replies, tightening his hold on you as his hips move faster against you. “I lo... fuck, FUCK.” He slams into you a final time, his cock pulsing as he empties his load inside you. He falls over you, holding you close.

When he rolls over he pulls you with him, keeping you in his arms. He presses light kisses across your hairline. “I love you,” he whispers again. “I’m sorry. I’ll call someone to fix the wall.”

“Sssh.” You link your fingers through his. “We’ll deal with it tomorrow. Hold me.” Your eyes are so heavy now, and you turn in is arms for him to spoon around you and wrap his arms snugly around you. Soon his breathing is slow and even, lulling you to sleep.

#sergio aguero #sergio aguero fic #sergio aguero fanfiction #sergio aguero one shot #manchester city fic #argentina nt fic #footballer one shot #footballer fic #footballer fanfiction #footballer imagine #football one shot #football fic #football fanfiction #football imagine #request

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ao3feed-football · 7 years

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You'll Always Come Back To What You Need

read it on AO3 at http://ift.tt/2iFBovz

by Sunset2304

He shifts a bit and when Cesc’s face breaks out into a bright grin he smiles as well.

“Okay?” He asks.

“Okay.” Cesc says.

“Good.” Geri whispers and then they’re kissing again.

Since they are young and playing for the Spanish U-20 team Geri and Cesc have this thing between them. This thing that keeps happening and that they don't really want to let go off. So they don't. This is their story of struggling to keep their thing alive and to stay together even tough their lives are becoming more and more difficult. Oh, and sometimes Lionel Messi drops by to help them along.

Words: 2447, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Real Person Fiction, Football RPF, Sports RPF

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Cesc Fàbregas, Gerard Piqué, Lionel Messi, Sergio Ramos, Neymar, Shakira, Antonella Roccuzzo, Daniella Semaan

Relationships: Cesc Fàbregas/Gerard Piqué, Cesc Fàbregas/Lionel Messi, Lionel Messi/Gerard Piqué, Cesc Fàbregas/Lionel Messi/Gerard Piqué, implied Sergio Ramos/Gerard Piqué/Cesc Fàbregas, Lionel Messi/Sergio Aguero - previous relationship mentioned

Additional Tags: FC Barcelona, Spain National Team, Fluff, Smut, Boys Kissing, Friends that are kind of lovers, Just Geri and Cesc having fun, And then Leo comes along at some point, yay, Their relationship over the years, a bit of angst, But Not Much, Love, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Rimming, Blow Jobs, handjobs, I will update tags as I go when I feel like something needs to be added, There will be more people too probably

read it on AO3 at http://ift.tt/2iFBovz

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #football rpf

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whorekneecentral · 8 months

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also aguero + drunk sex/make out session ??? like maybe something after a romantic dinner and you're all over each other when u get home and its just sweet 🥺 idk I think that man is a soft dom yk? - lewis anon

do you know how long this has been in my inbox 😭 it keeps getting buried but im finally writing it! <3

Your 5th anniversary together and Sergio still treats every date like the first one.

You two decided to have a quiet night in and have dinner at home. When he first brought up the idea, you assumed he meant that he'd be making dinner but instead, he had a private chef come in and cook for the two of you.

It was peaceful and quiet, the two of you giggling over the bottle of wine you shared. The chef had left a while ago and you two were tipsy and half way done the second bottle of wine when you decided it was time to pack up the leftovers.

Sergio kisses your shoulder as you put the food into the container, pulling down the strap of your top. "Serg," you giggled, swatting his wandering hands away.

"What?" he asked, leaning on the counter as you put the food onto the fridge. His eyes fixed on you when you bend over to pick something up, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. "Stop staring at my ass," you smacked his arm, laughing.

Sergio smiles, pulling you to him. The man kisses you and turns you around so you're pinned between him and the counter. He lifts you onto it and your hand tangles in his hair to pull him closer, spreading your legs for him to step between them.

"I want dessert," he announces, his finger trails up your bare thigh.

"There's cake in the fridge," you tell him, "do you want me to get it?" You were about to get off the counter but he stops you, kissing you once again. "No, I know exactly what I want," he pulls you a little closer to the edge, sinking down onto his knees.

"Oh," you giggled, watching as he pushes your skirt up. "Here?" You looked at him, your leg propped up on his shoulder while he kisses up your thigh.

"Right here," he whispers against your skin.

Your hips jut forward when you feel his tongue against your clit, your hand gripping on his brown hair.

Sergio glances up at you and you’re like an angel on earth to him right now; head tossed back, skin glistening under the white light of the kitchen, his head buried between your legs.

The hand on your thigh shifts to between your legs, two fingers slowly pushing into you. You feel him curl his fingers slowly. “Serg- fuck, there.” You pull on his hair, getting him to do what he did again.

Sergio mimicked his actions again until he can feel your legs shake, your grip on his hair tighter than before, his name strung along with the explicits leaving your mouth.

He gives you a minute to catch your breath as he kisses his way back up to your face. His hands cup your face when he whispers to you; "happy anniversary, mi amor."

#favs <3 #sergio aguero #sergio aguero smut #sergio aguero x reader #lewis anon <3

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footballffbarbiex · 4 years

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January 2020 updates:

Word count: 22,116

Pay Up. Federico Bernardeschi. Smut. 04/01/2020

harry winks blurb 1 04/01/2020

harry winks blurb 2 04/01/2020

And They Were Roommates. Virgil Van Dijk. Smut 05/01/2020

Wedding Planning. Roman Burki. HEA. 06/01/2020

Goading. Jesse Lingard. 11/01/2020

Panellist. Dele. 12/01/2020

Lover. Eric Dier. 18/01/2020

New Man. Calum Chambers. 19/01/2020

Falling. Chapter One. Antoine Griezmann. Series. 19/01/2020

Do I? Roman Burki. HEA. 20/01/2020

Say It. Shhhh teaser (from Antoine’s POV). 24/01/2020

The “I’m Sorry” Kiss. Thilo Kehrer. 25/01/2020

Pole. Roman Burki. Smut. 26/01/2020

hey angel. harry winks. song blurb. 27/01/2020

drag me down. virgil van dijk. song blurb. 27/01/2020

never be the same. sergio aguero. song blurb. 27/01/2020

body. john stones. song blurb. 27/01/2020

shine a light. geralt of rivia. the witcher. song blurb. 28/01/2020

bad things. marco reus. song blurb. 28/01/2020

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footballffbarbiex · 4 years

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Hey just a quick q, do the things you post on patreon get posted on tumblr after some time or are they exclusive for patreon? X

Hi bb,

The patreon requests remain on patreon (but will be noted to say they’re patreon requests to avoid confusion, though the ones to come 16-21 are all patreon only excluding the Henry Cavill smut), as do the smut blurbs/friday fluff and any patreon series (see below but needs updating as there’s now more).

Anything that’s been requested via here, will be posted here but delayed. Some are quicker than others, like with Toothbrush that I posted recently to tumblr, I’d posted that at 1am on Patreon, explaining that it would be posted here that day. But as a general rule, there’s a couple of weeks, not just a few hours.

In terms of the delay for example, the last day on that schedule for Patreon, the Tumblr blurb for Harry getting posted on the 31st May, isn’t due to come here, to tumblr, until the 5th July. And for an example of series updates, Monday’s HEA chapter coming here to Tumblr was posted there on the 3rd Feb.

Patreon users asked that their updates be put throughout the week too, so they have something to look forward to every couple of days, whereas Tumblr users said to keep it just Saturday and Sunday with no extra days for any additional blurbs taken outside of the requests.

That being said, there is slowly beginning to be more one shots added to the second tier which gives patron’s the decision to say if they want it remaining on Patreon or brought to tumblr.

Sorry this was so long, I just wanted to explain things as clearly as poss.

Thank you for being my patron one shots which have been requested:

The Suit. Federico Bernardeschi. Smut. 3759 words

Count To Three. Marco Reus. Smut. 2100 words

Bitter Sweet. Kylian Mbappe. 2480 Words.

Wrong Keeper. Roman Burki. Smut. 2948 words.

Tout Doux. Theo Griezmann. 837 words but it packs a punch.

smut blurbs for all tiers:

one. antoine griezmann

two. anyone you want

three. dele

four. neymar

five. ruben loftus-cheek

six. harry winks

seven. jadon sancho

eight. reiss nelson

nine. dele

ten. roman burki

eleven. antoine griezmann

twelve. harry winks

thirteen. dele

fourteen. ruben loftus-cheek

fifteen. marco asensio

sixteen. federico bernardeschi

seventeen. dele

eighteen. harry winks

nineteen kylian mbappe

twenty. trent alexander-arnold

twenty one. harry winks

twenty two. harry winks

twenty three. paulo gazzaniga

twenty four. john stones

twenty five. harry winks

twenty six. paulo dybala

twenty seven. jadon sancho

twenty eight. harry winks

twenty nine. full length os. luka jovic

thirty. roman burki

thirty one. dele

thirty two. reiss nelson

thirty three. ruben loftus-cheek

thirty four. roman burki

thirty five. full length os. harry winks

thirty six. jadon sancho

thirty seven. dele

thirty eight. full length os. harry winks

thirty nine. thorgan hazard

forty. marco asensio

forty one. justin kluivert

forty two. harry winks

forty three. federico bernardeschi.

fluff blurbs for all tiers:

one.

two.

three.

four.

five.

six.

seven.

eight.

nine.

ten.

eleven.

twelve.

one shots viewable on the $2 and above tiers only:

Tumblr or here.

I miss you. Anyone you want.

You Can’t Hurry Love. Leon Goretzka.

one shots viewable on the $3 and above tiers only:

Safety. Marco Reus. 1778 words (available to all tiers)

Brat. Luka Jovic. 456 words ($3//£2.32/€3tier)

Monthly requests viewable on the $3 and above tiers only:

The Brother. Sergio Aguero. 1220 words.

Coffee For Kyle. John Stones. 2080 words.

Miles From Home. Neymar. 1827 words

Wedding Cake. Thorgan Hazard. 2119 words

Drunken Words. Sober Thoughts. Thorgan Hazard. 1379 words.

Slings And A Hello Kitty Band-Aid. Roman Burki. 1124 words

The Trip. Kylian Mbappe. 1280 words.

Motivation. Hector Bellerin. smut. 3496 words

Marks Out Of Ten. Roman Burki. smut. 1684 words.

Figure 8. James Rodriquez. 1032 words.

The List. Roman Burki & Rafinha Alcantara threesome. 3787 words

Rambling. Jadon Sancho. 1426 words.

Bring The Beer. Eric Dier. 2014 words.

Bumps In The Night. Harry Winks. 925 words.

Pay Attention. Theo Griezmann. smut. 1024 words.

Wake Up. Roman Burki. 878 words.

Extra Work. Dele. 1133 words.

Use And Abuse. Antoine Griezmann. smut. 2683 words.

Snowed In. Kylian Mbappe. 1172 words.

Oops I - Antoine Griezmann. 1136 words

Hoe Hoe Oh. Antoine Griezmann. 1021 words.

No Longer Afraid. Paulo Dybala. 847 words.

Happy Belated Christmas. Thilo Kehrer. 1285 words

Long Overdue. Dele Alli & Jadon Sancho threesome. 2149 words.

Twenty Years. Virgil Van Dijk. 1593 words

These Arms Of Mine. Harry Winks. 1219 words

Joyeux Anniversaire. Virgil Van Dijk. 1119 words

An Easy Process. Rafinha Alcantara. 1713 words

You Made Me Wait. Sergio Ramos. smut. 3566 words

The Big Spoon. Paulo Dybala. fluff. 1450 words

Valentines Day. Kylian Mbappe. smut. 2366 words

Bad Things pt 2. Marco Reus. smutty but fluff. 1387 words.

Glad The Curls Are Back. Leon Goretzka. smut. 1874 words

Hit Send. Leon Goretzka. smut. 1767 words.

Patreon Exclusive Series :

Tier: $5 Summary: Erin is Roman. Roman is Erin. She had a soulmate. Roman has never had one. One twist of fate changes everything.

Part One. 1311 words Part Two. 1199 words Part Three. 1494 words Part Four.

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A Patreon exclusive. Coming soon.

Tier: To Be Decided. Summary: Sent in to gain access and try to win the trust of Bernardeschi, a rival leader, you quickly realised how hard it was to get close without overstepping boundaries and for your own morals to be compromised. With one, came the other. You couldn’t get close without sleeping with the enemy and you soon found out that once behind enemy lines, all bets are off. Falling into bed with his was easy, keeping your mouth shut was another and trying not to be discovered? Harder than you thought.

Warnings: strong language, mention of violence, mention of threats, the threat of gun use, oral sex (for both male and female), unprotected sex, ejaculation on body parts (most likely her ass, back, stomach and tiddies), what could be perceived as dub con if you squint hard enough and just Fede being a mobster.

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Tier: $3 - a series created from a patron’s monthly requests. Summary: When Paulo became injured, he hadn’t expected to meet a woman who would stroll into his life so effortlessly yet be so unavailable. She’s everything he could want and with their chemistry bubbling away, he’s finding it harder to keep his emotions in check. But as his Physiotherapist, she’s unable to date clients and patients, but is Paulo someone she can stay away from?

Part One.

Part Two.

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A Patreon Exclusive. Coming soon.

Tier: $5 Summary: Tired of failed relationships but having little to no time to organically start something new, Eric is alone and missing companionship. When he’s suggested to message a girl by Dele’s girlfriend, Eric, at first, shuns the idea. He doesn’t want to pay for someone to pretend to be interested in him just so they can receive a cheque. But Eric finds out what he pays for, exceeds any expectations and anything he could have found naturally.

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