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pavardscherie · 10 months

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11 with erling Haaland plss

“did you really think, i wouldn’t see it?” erling muttered against the shell of your ear. his voice a poisonous mixture of raspy and deep. the choice of words he used in the past hour have been nothing else than pure evil. just like his actions. the endless teasing of his fingers, pulling them out before you completely reached your orgasm.

the multiple denials, only because a deep, painful jealousy gnawed at his heart. erling’s hawk eyes found you in the crowd after the game, and were forced to witness an indescribable scene. the sweet giggles, which were like the peaceful melody of an angel, escaped your mouth so carelessly. that man, dressed in the signature baby blue jersey raised an arm. fingertips slowly caressed over your smooth skin. just a small contact, someone’s dirty and unworthy hands touching what belonged to him.

the celebration was forgotten, skipped without an apology as erling almost forcefully dragged you towards the car. it was exactly how you ended up, sprawled out on the double sized bed. legs spread, trembling and too heavy to even lift them an inch. erling’s hips snapped against yours, the warm arousal glistened on the insides of your thighs and left wet stains on the duvets beneath.

a hand buried in the long blonde strands of the footballer. short nails scratching over his scalp while his red-covered face was nuzzled into the side of your neck. “you’re mine, you get that?” his grunts interrupted the sentences, the deep breaths between the words caused a dark satisfaction to settle in between you and him.

“are you listening? you’re fucking mine. none of those dirty bastards are allowed to touch you so sincere.” with each spoken syllables, erling slammed his hips against your. diving deep into your warmth and wetness, spreading you out further than the weeks before and growing the force. “tell me.”

he ordered, stilling his hips. the tip of his erected dick stayed between your pussy lips, preparing for another thrust. but he wouldn’t give you the allowance for a release if you wouldn’t be able to obey him. head thrown back, strands scattered around your head and over the pillows. eyes closed tightly, mouth widely open and prepared to feel the indescribable waves of pleasure and ecstasy. “i’m yours, erling. only yours.” you whimpered, bottom lip quivering from the intensity of the treatment.

and who would he be if his puffy lips wouldn’t turn upwards, the satisfaction written in the curve of his smirk. “good girl.” he whispered against your ear, focusing back on the rough punishment. one more thrust, two, it was enough to send you into a world filled with bliss. and erling mumbling the word ‘mine’ over and over again as he helped you through the waves, made it difficult to calm down.

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toogayforthistoday · 3 years

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And of course Dabi + Kiss (~nikkzships)

@nikkzships

Of course we can’t forget the bacon boy.

Number Generator says: 7! Accidental!

I’m still on Borderlands brain rot, so we’re going with that AU

KISSED MEME

“Okay, it looks-... straight forward, but I’ll walk you through-... just in case.” Hitoshi called through the ECHO device at Gabe’s hip. The longer the call went, the more apparent the issue with the comms relay was.

“Just remember to slow the explanations down, don’t need you cutting out at the good part.” Gabe was currently hanging off the top of the relay tower, their legs wrapped around the support struts to reach the control box. The old platform that was originally attached to the tower had fallen off some time ago, probably submitting under the weight of rakk droppings, if the smell was anything to go by.

Dabi watched from the ground, standing ready to catch the reckless Siren should they slip and fall. Gravity may have been less than an issue on Pandora than on any other planet, but landing wrong was a very real possibility. The threat the purple haired teen had issued the Pyro echoed in his head again, as his gaze focused on Gabe again.

“... And that should do it! How’s the connection now?” Gabe cheered, sitting up to relieve some of the strain on their legs.

“You’re all clear, Mom! I’ll pick up Uncle Atsu at the third relay and we’ll meet you back at Roland’s Rest!” The teen cheered back before ending the call. Gabe untangled themself from the tower and stood up on the struts.

“Oi! Dabi!” Dabi raised his hand in a wave, smirking up at the Siren.

“I heard! Good work, Sunshine!” Dabi watched as they moved to shuffle their way back to the ladder down. Maybe they’d be sane for once and properly climb down...

“Catch me!” Fuck. Of course not. This was Gabe. Adrenaline junkie and Siren psychopath. Dabi ran forward as they jumped, positioning himself to have them land in his arms. He groaned at the sudden extra weight, Gabe laughing happily.

“Goddamnit, Sunshine...” They turned their head to face him, realizing too late Dabi’s face was closer than they expected. Gabe stopped as they felt their lips brush against his, Dabi freezing as well. They slowly parted, staring at each other cautiously, watching as their faces gained a subtle shade of pink. “...Can I do that again?” The ghost of a whisper slipped out, his eyes never leaving theirs.

Gabe nodded eagerly, giddiness slowly bubbling up through their growing smile. Dabi leaned forward again, properly pressing his lips against Gabe’s this time, them returning the kiss as they snaked their arms around his neck. He smiled as he hugged them closer to him. Maybe coming to Pandora wasn’t a bad idea, after all.

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starbornvalkyrie · 3 years

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a christmas kiss

Winter Drabbleland: Day One - Quinlar

I used this ask from @darlinminds: hey love ! could you do 6: “i will never understand how you get as many lays as you do” for rowaelin or quinlar please ? <3. I don’t remember the prompt list it came from, but it’s been sitting in my inbox for awhile so I made it work for Christmas LOL

Anywho, I can’t remember if there’s any explicit language so just beware. Other than that its super fluffy. Enjoy!

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Christmas dinner was the only one of Bryce’s many traditions that Hunt thoroughly enjoyed. His best friend has a tradition for every holiday and for almost every single one of them, she finds a way to embarrass Hunt to no end. On Halloween, it’s any costume she can find with minimal clothing; on Valentine’s Day, it’s boxer shorts with two hearts on his ass cheeks and all of his pants conveniently in the washer when it’s time to leave for a party.

The only upside to all of it is the way he catches Bryce staring at his body without a shirt on. Hunt has to savor those looks because he knows nothing will ever come of them--no matter how badly he wants her. She’s his best friend and there’s no way he’s ever risking their friendship.

Hunt shook his head and turned back to the stove in front of him. Every year, Hunt is in charge of the main course and one side for dinner--this year it’s a perfectly glazed ham and creamy garlic mashed potatoes. He relished his time in the kitchen, he’s always had an affinity to cooking.

His thoughts wandered back to Bryce--who was off picking up their special order of chocolate croissants in honor of Danika. The only reason they were able to get an order on Christmas Day was because Bryce’s current fling is with the shop’s assistant baker. Hunt felt sorry for the guy, knowing Bryce is going to drop him any day now and move on to her next conquest.

The timer on the oven went off, stopping the rising anger that always comes with the thought of Bryce and other men, and Hunt went to work arranging the dining table to fit the ham in the center.

Not long after, the rest of their friends arrived, each of them armed with a different dish. Fury and Juniper brought green bean casserole; Declan, Tristan, and Ruhn came with cornbread and the ingredients for eggnog daiquiris. Tharion was next, carrying three containers of pie and chatting up Bryce with the croissants.

A chorus of “Merry Christmas” rang through Hunt’s and Bryce’s apartment, warming Hunt’s heart. They arranged the food on the table and took their seats, Bryce ending up across the table from Hunt.

Hunt let their guests get their food first and accepted a glass of eggnog daiquiri from Declan. Before he could stop himself, he asked Bryce, “How’s what’s his face down at the bakery?”

Bryce was in the middle of scooping a mountain of mashed potatoes onto her plate, but she looked up at him confused. “Julian? He’s good, I guess? I haven’t seen him much before today.” Hunt narrowed his eyes but didn’t say anything. Showing his jealousy wouldn’t do anything but make him look weird.

Conversation drifted from topic to topic as they filled their stomachs with food. Hunt learned about the ballet company that Juniper auditioned for and the website Declan is making for his first big client.

Hunt was in the middle of making plans at the shooting range with Ruhn when movement in the corner of his eye caught his attention. He turned to Bryce who now had half a pie and two croissants on her plate.

“B, are you seriously going to eat all of that?”

She cut him a look that said Challenge Accepted and began shoveling pie into her mouth, hardly stopping to swallow between bites.

He shook his head in disbelief. “I will never understand how you get as many lays as you do.”

Bryce took a giant bite out of her fifth croissant of the evening, leaned forward and whispered, “Wouldn’t you like to know?” Hunt choked on his eggnog, and Bryce leaned back with a triumphant look on her face.

Ruhn slapped Hunt on the back a few times as he caught his breath. Not to be outdone he responded, “Maybe I would.”

The whole table went silent as Hunt held Bryce’s gaze. Her eyebrows were scrunched together and a lock of red hair fell in front of her face. Hunt had to fight the urge to brush it away himself, so instead he focused on not breaking eye contact first.

Hunt loosed a breath when she looked back down at her plate and finished her dessert. Their friends began talking again, but there was a new tension in the room as though the cord that connected him to Bryce was threatening to snap at any moment.

Despite that, the night went on smoothly as they drank and laughed and screamed Christmas tunes at the tops of their lungs. Throughout the night, Hunt felt Bryce’s eyes on him. And when they sang their rendition of Baby, It’s Cold Outside, he couldn't deny the charge he felt when his fingertips brushed the small of her back that was exposed by her crop top.

They finally began winding down well after two in the morning, their friends trickling out one by one until Bryce closed the door behind the last of them. She stood there, staring at the door as though it were an oracle that could tell her what to do next.

Hunt decided to take a leap of faith, crossing the room to her as he decided this was worth it because she was. He knew that if this was a mistake, they would still be okay. They’d laugh about it and move on.

“Bryce,” he said, softly yet firmly.

When she turned around, Hunt grabbed his best friend by the face and kissed her.

It was the best damn Christmas gift in the world.

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askthedazzlingwilford · 7 years

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Hey Wilford! Wanna be friends? :)

“FriENds? With moi? You’re so sWEET! Of cOUrse, I’ll be your frienD~” Wilford picked up the tiny treasure chest on his desk and opened it.

He took out a piece of candy with a silver wrapper. The candy was oddly rectangular.

Wilford held out the candy, “Since we’re frieNDS, you can hAve a piece of candyy

“Wilford, how did you give-” The hardworking editor was interrupted by Wilford.

“Don’t mENtion the ‘wall’. People go crAZy when yoU do.” He placed the chest back on his desk and closed it.

#fourth wall break #oops~#Wilford Warfstache #ask #drabbleland #wilford #warfstache

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jimlingss · 7 years

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Holy Jesus Christ I have been blessed by your updates again! GOD BLESS YOU AND YOUR GENIUS MIND BRB GONNA CRY MY EYES OUT FOR HIS NAME

HAHAHA. Hang on tight, there’s a lot of reasons left to cry - don’t cry now.

#;)#drabbleland #Jimlings

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inktae · 7 years

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/slams fist in the table/ lOOK YOUR FICS ARE AMAZING JUST LIKE YOU- /whispers/ notice me senpaiiii

omg hi cutie you flatter me too much aslkjd thank you!!

#messages #drabbleland

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bionic-bat-archive · 7 years

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Chapter 2: The Last Summer (Part 1)

Summary: Amid the corruption in Goryeo, Furatai sends letters recounting the events of his life to his father in Yuan who's losing his battle with Alzheimer's.

You can also find this series at: Wattpad // A03 // FF

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Father,

Her Majesty sent word to one of the palace Physicians in Yuan. I trust you'll be in great care and will recover soon.

However, I was advised by one our palace Physicians that helping you to recall memories of our family and our lives together would aid in your recovery.

There is much I wish to tell you since I've lived here in this country, yet, there is equally as much that I cannot share.

Perhaps regardless what I write, you'll have to "endure my son's dull storytelling"- as you used to say- until your memory gets better. While I know I was better at swordsmanship and military combat, I will do my best to retell our family's history with the same expressiveness as you and Uncle did when we were children.

However, I won't take the same creative liberties like you when you claimed to slay that dire Wolf-Dog.

It was the first night we left Yuan to travel to Goryeo, I swore I'd boil alive wearing my leather armor in the scorching humid air. Still, despite the fatigue and dizziness from the weather, I endured it for Her Highness's sake. She stayed close by my side for those months we traveled through the rough terrain. Despite how stoic she tried to be and her efforts to endure the weather and seemingly endless journey, I saw her fear and weariness. It was the first time I felt our ranks mattered not as our hearts spoke of similar turmoils.

We were both teenagers going to a Kingdom where the language barrier was great and acting as a mere rope tying back the dogs of war.

If her Highness failed to bear an heir to Goryeo, our Great Emperor would swiftly retaliate. But, going there posed another danger, those who were defiant of Yuan's control and hated the idea of their King taking a Yuan Princess as his consort and the deal that was made.

Despite knowing not, the extent of the dangers that her Highness was walking into, I knew it was my duty to ensure all those risks were swiftly eradicated.

If I failed...

My life was for forfeit the day I stood before His Majesty Kublai Khan and swore to protect Princess Wonsung- his daughter that he favored and cherished like a precious flower. If I failed, you and my sisters would be exiled and I would be put to death. I made peace with my fate and even took great pride in the honor our Emperor bestowed upon me. However, I feared that if I failed it would mean our family's execution or exile.

Despite the years that have passed, my fear for our family's safety has not changed. Lately, they have grown.

If I fail to protect her it's not just our family that will lose their lives, I dare not think what would become of the Crown Prince and the people here.

As we stopped one evening to set up camp, I stayed close to her Highness while our men gathered firewood in the dense forest. The temperature was better than it had been in the prior days, yet, the guards and I still felt suffocated from the immense heat.

"Are you married, Furatai?" She asked me.

Her Highness's question caught me off guard. I know not why I recall that question so clearly. Never had she inquired about my personal affairs and in hindsight, I suspect she asked to silence her troubled thoughts of marrying King Chungyeol of Goryeo.

"No, Your Highness," I answer. However, she followed up by asking me if there had ever been someone I wished to take as a wife. Truthfully, at that time there was a woman you arranged for me to consider. I liked her a lot and could have easily loved her, but, it was not until I came to Songak that I met a woman who shamelessly fell in love with.

Perhaps, Father, the time has come I tell you the truth about her. I admit withheld her identity and only told you I had found love, but, you deserve to know why I never married or gave you Grandchildren like you expected of me.

I need not your forgiveness, but, I hope you will not think less of me as your only son for what I had to do.

Please, give my regards to my sisters and take care of your health.

Furatai

#kdramanetwork #the king loves #tkl #king loves #furatai #koreanfanfic

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pavardscherie · 1 year

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Jude’s love language??

i do like to think that with jude it’s also a little mixture. but this time between quality time and physical touch.

just imagine, how busy that man must be. he‘s always playing, always giving interviews and probably one of the most popular players on the entire time. if you see anything dortmund related, jude has to be around to represent the club as well.

so when he has a couple of hours or maybe even a day off, he will use any chance to spend time with you. even if it‘s just the chance to watch an episode of your favourite series, or to invite you on a coffee date in one of those sweet, hidden coffee shops which allowed you a little bit of privacy together.

days off are planned with you, without a doubt. he should be sprawled out on the couch and relax his exhausted muscles but instead, he‘s preparing something very sweet for you. like a home made dinner, or even picks you up from work or university to make sure, he has enough time with you before having to go back to his busy schedule again.

which also happens to be a reason for him to invite you to any game. make sure, you can travel to another town safely, mostly with him. after the game, you‘re the first person he goes to. just asking if he did good because your opinion matters the most to him.

so, any free minutes belongs to you.

also, physical touch. jude's addicted to your smile, and the way your cheeks are blemished by a soft cherry red when his lips place a lingering kiss on your jaw or your shoulder. little pecks all around your body. sometimes underneath the ear, some days just casually on the tip of your nose. jude always found a different place on your skin, his soft, pillow-like lips haven't came in contact yet.

he's such a hugger? he loves to have his arm around your waist, draped over your shoulder when a little alcohol infiltrated his system and made the situation much comfortable than the up-tight interview on the panel. fingertips always caressed over your skin, brushing your hair off your shoulder, drawing along your jaw, pulling your bottom lip away from the gnawing of your teeth because it would drive him insane.

with jude, it's truly the little things that matter the very most. small kisses, a slight touch on your bare back when the dress has a nice cutout, standing behind you to protect you from any incoming damage, placing a chaste kiss on the crown of your hair and whispering sweet little nothings..

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toogayforthistoday · 3 years

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Borderlands!AU Drabble

This would not leave my head while I was trying to get to sleep, so I thought I’d share with y’all. Tell me what you think.

I don’t want to make this a whole fic, but I’ll probably end up writing a bunch of little drabbles about this while I work on mine and Dabi’s canon backstory.

I don’t have designs for Compress or Hitoshi in the Borderlands!AU yet, and I’m still trying to figure out Hitoshi’s Action Skill. Compress’ is done for the most part?

Anyways, on to the drabble!

With one last solid hit, the digi-struct device sunk back into the terminal with a more than satisfying clunk. Gabe sat back on their heels with a grin, catching their breath, and listened as the machinery hummed back to life. They looked over to their companions, reaching an arm up to give them the thumbs up. “It’s in and purring! Let her know we’re good to go!” They stood after a minute, stretching out their back after having knelt over for so long.

Hitoshi whooped out a cheer as Compress called back, “Excellent work, my dear!” He brought his ECHOdevice to his front, and made a call to the mechanic. “Ellie, darling. The Catch-A-Ride is back up and running. What say we get motoring?”

“Hooee! I’d let you motor me any day of the week, honey!” Ellie cheered back, making Compress cough in surprise. “Go ahead, and digi-struct you a vehicle and get to wrecking those COV sumbitches!”

“I’m driving!” Gabe immediately called out, hearing the good news through their own ECHO. Walking up to the front of the terminal brought up the comforting sight of a functioning screen. They flipped through all the options, before deciding on the Bandit Technical.

Dabi watched over their shoulder as they made their selection, the skepticism written blatantly over his face. “Do Sirens even know how to drive? Figured you Space Witches would be too uptight to know how to have any fun...” Dabi didn’t know how to drive either, but the thought of anyone else driving him preemptively made his stomach churn.

Gabe rolled their eyes as they punched the digistruct button and turned to their pyro-happy partner, being back-light by the familiar blue glow as the truck came into being. “I have been driving since before Hitoshi was born, so don’t you worry your pretty little bacon ass about it.” They smirked, walking backwards to the truck.

Dabi grinned with a chuckle. “So, you think it’s pretty?” He followed Gabe’s lead towards the vehicle, jumping into the flatbed in the back. Finding a spot to sit wasn’t too hard, but finding a spot so he could easily puke over the side without falling out was another story.

Gabe laughed as they shook their head, jumping into the driver's seat through the open window. They blew the horn, calling over to the others. “Get in losers! We got some bandits to fuck up!”

“I call gunner!” Hitoshi yelled, booking it to the truck, and Compress casually sauntered behind. Gabe leaned out, stretching their arm out to give their son a hand up to the gunner seat, and waited as Compress joined Dabi in the back. The engine roared to life as they turned the ignition over, the Technical peeling out of the Catch-A-Ride before Dabi could catch his grip.

“Oh fuck, I think I’m gonna be sick…” he muttered, leaning towards the edge of the bed, trying hard not to focus on the Siren’s driving abilities as they drifted around a corner to run over a skag. Compress reached over to pat Dabi’s back in sympathy.

“You’ll get used to it.”

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pavardscherie · 1 year

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Jude Bellingham 🧡

the thick charcoal clouds spread across the afternoon sky, covering the golden sun like blankets. heavy raindrops splashed on the pavements and streets, the day that was planned so creatively was destroyed by the change of weather.

bottom lip pushed out, pouting as your attentive gaze watched how the rain hit the windows. jude wanted to take you out on one of his days off. enough free time was never between the busy schedule of matches and training sessions, even meet and greets or little events to present the club further. as one of the most popular players on the team, jude had to be present and satisfy the fans.

but the typical autumn weather at the beginning of summer spread a tad of sadness through your body. you waited for those days patiently, and when it was ruined, it shattered the little, beating heart inside of your chest.

the loud ringing of the doorbell made you flinch in surprise, eyebrows furrowed in confusion about the appearance of a sudden guest. no one announced their visit, no one would leave their home if the heavy rain soaked them in only a couple of minutes. it was impossible.

the doorbell rang again as you didn’t open the door in a matter of seconds. the person waiting, was probably completely drenched by now. hurrying over to the front door, you pulled it open quickly. pupils grew in seconds, the eyes widened as surprise twisted your gentle features.

a black jacket with sunflower yellow highlights draped over the head to avoid losing sight in the heavy rain, a bouquet of red roses in his other hand, jude stood on your doorstep. shuffling from left to right, the spare key he usually carried with him, forgotten while waiting impatiently. eyebrows still raised, stunned by his sudden appearance after canceling the little road trip with a picnic following afterwards when finding a cute and private spot somewhere.

“you won’t ask me to come in?” jude chuckled lightly, making his way inside the comforts of the small house without being asked to. after all, he almost lived at yours after realizing the supporters crowded the entrance to his. the relationship wasn’t a secret, but he still tried his best to keep you out of the publicity as much as possible until a sudden event came around, and you were attached to his arm in a beautiful long gown.

“what- what are you doing here? it’s raining outside.” you pointed out of the door, watching how the heavy drops splattered on the streets. “not like i didn’t notice.” jude pulled the drenched jacket off his head, the wetness glistened on the water-resistent fabric as he held it towards you.

“but i mean, you cancelled.” hands gestured wildly through the air, trying to explain the confusion in the pit of your stomach. jude couldn’t hide how his lips curled in amusement, a smile visible as he watched the awkwardness unfold. “babe, calm down.”

he walked forward, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder and squeezing it softly. “a little bit of water won’t stop me from spending my day off with you. we might not be able to go on a road trip but we still have enough time for pizza and movie night.” his arm slipped around your neck, pulling your chest closer to his wet one with a warm smile.

the jacket might have prevented the beautiful, black curls from being completely drenched, but his clothes did not have as much luck as them. “i really thought i wouldn’t see you today.”

“please,” jude chuckled so light-hearted, it immediately made you smile. a sound, you loved to hear, you hoped to listen to each day. “i would have died without being with you.”

the words were enough to increase the heavy pounding of your heart against your rib cage. a smile plastered on your face, you stood on your tip toes to press a sweet, and short kiss to his pillow-like lips. “i love you, you charmer.”

“i love you too, princess.” he muttered, pulling your head closer once again to capture your mouth with his once again, for a longer reunion kiss.

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pavardscherie · 1 year

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there is no other boy for me than you.

those were exactly the words, noelle whispered against her father's ear before running of into the colorful building which has been her kindergarten for over two years. she always loved being around other children, and even without knowing her father, noelle became a pretty popular child with her bubbly personality.

a trait, she inheritated from her father, without a single doubt. but when benjamin had a couple of days off, and decided it was his turn to pick up the little princess from kindergarten and you could come along, he did not imagine what he was forced to witness.

loose curls framed her gentle face so perfectly, the same chestnut brown strands as her father had. a messy little bun on the top of her head, the others falling loosely over her shoulders and the wine red fabric of her summer dress.

she was holding a little box in her tiny hands, the muffins you made for her late last night, because she wanted little gifts for her friends. but noelle wasn't surrounded by a group as she always tells at home, she was seated on a wooden bench. beside her, a blonde boy, a wide toothy smile on his face as he accepted one of the muffins with repeating nods.

"oh no, look how he looks at her!" benjamin swatted his hand against your upper arm, standing at the gate and waiting for noelle to notice the two of you. the sight of another boy, making his little girl smile and giggle, broke his heart.

"hell, he's stroking her beautiful curls." he whined, pained by the situation and truly starting to hate the fact that he wanted to pick up the little girl. "what are you doing with her, when i'm not home?" benji immediately questioned you, turning away from the disturbing image and towards you. calloused palm pressed tightly against his forehead, he almost looked like he was about to faint.

"ben, she's just being nice." you retorted, rolling the eyes about is overdramatic behavior and pointing a hand towards the two little children on the bench. but it definitely was the wrong timing to turn benjamin's undivided attention to his princess, the woman he loved as much as you, and was way too protective of.

the blonde boy beside noelle leaned closer to her with a giggle, pressing a very chaste kiss between laughter on the rosy cheeks of the brunette girl. and if benjamin wasn't having a heart attack the moments before, it was definitely happening now. hand clutched over his chest, the heart hammering against his chest as he could not believe what he had to witness.

"oh no, she's cheating on me, i can't handle that."

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pavardscherie · 11 months

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Number 3 with Benji?💗

benjamin was ready to take the next step in his career. bayern munich always treated him good, he became a key player in their defense and played each game if he wasn't booked too many times. still, he shared his deepest thoughts with you. another country yelled his name, lured him in and promised a fight to claim another championship. benjamin was prepared to leave Germany behind and set foot into another football club, but for you, it was much more difficult.

leaving behind friends and family, moving away to another country because long distance would be the murder of your relationship. his schedule was always packed, he spent more hours away than with you together while you shared a house. it would be impossible to manage if he would be so many hours away. but you wouldn't want him to travel to another country on his own, it would break your heart to see him leave without you and knowing, he won't come back to you any time soon.

those worst-case scenarios bothered your mind for days since the night, benjamin shared his decision with you before telling the headquarters of bayern munich about it. he needed your acceptance. staring at the chandelier on the ceiling, you could not focus on the movie, benjamin picked for the date night at home. and who would he be if he didn't notice way too quickly how your mind wandered, and you disappeared from the reality into a prison of negativity.

"cherie, what's taking you away?" his gentle voice caught you off guard, immediately cutting the string of scenarios and pulling you back to the current situation. sprawled out in bed, benjamin's arm around you and used as a pillow by your head.

you did not want to ruin the mood, the little date and fruit plate he prepared with the melted chocolate in the middle. it was one of those days where he could leave the pitch earlier than the weeks before. "it's nothing, just tired." you replied, nuzzling your face into the curve of his neck to hide the embarrasement spreading a deep cherry red blush across the span of your cheeks.

"it's about the upcoming transfer, isn't it? you've been awfully quiet since i've told you my decision, cherie." you didn't need to say another word, after all, you couldn't even agree with him because hurting him after accepting what he wanted or his future. trying to hide your face further in his neck, benjamin reacted way too quickly, scooting slightly away to glance at your bright red features.

"cherie, there's nothing to worry about, i told you that." he muttered, his voice so gentle, so quiet like a beautifully sung lullaby to lure you into the land of dreams. calloused fingertips caressed over your right temple, taking a thin strand of hair between his digits and brushing it back behind your ear. "i love you, i love you so so much, it's impossible to find the right words. it doesn't matter where it takes us, spain, italy or maybe england, i'm always by your side, always with you because you're my heart. cherie, you're my world, i would break apart without you."

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pavardscherie · 11 months

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Benji 1 <3

you knew you were safe, you always were when he was around.

the crowds gathered in front of the entrance to the stadium, the catacombs and vip area almost closed by the supporters who tried to receive an autograph or a picture before the game. you met a couple of fans, most of them were pretty nice but others couldn’t contain their whispers of jealousy.

yet, benjamin always made sure that you were feeling good around the crowds. as soon as he witnessed the slightest amount of discomfort twisting your features, he excused himself and led you away from the screaming fans. this time, it was no different.

his calloused fingers laced between your slender ones, thumb carefully trying to draw small circles on the back of your hand while walking. fans in bayern munich jerseys gathered in the arena, blocking a couple of ways and completely screaming names from the top of their lungs.

but benjamin did not stop this time. not because he didn’t want to talk to them and exchange a couple of thank you for the support. it was more likely because he felt how your fingernails started to leave crescent shapes on his skin. the discomfort came quickly, the pretty girls with their phones and wide smiles adding a pinch of insecurity to your mood.

so he led you through the crowds, a half smile on his lips and whispering sincere apologies to the ones with the number five in white on their crimson red jerseys. and you knew it was impossible to fall even more in love with the curly-haired french defender, but the feelings grew with each situation.

the way, he cared so much, and guided you safely towards the entrance of the vip area. the way, he immediately felt the change of your mood and could name the small hints for it, without you saying a word to him.

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pavardscherie · 11 months

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number 10 with benji?🫶🏻

calloused fingers slowly danced over the length of your right thigh. taking in every precious inch of your body, while concentrating on the ways your hips circled perfectly over his. buried deeply inside of your warmth, juices covering his rock hard dick and spreading over his balls.

yet, he didn’t allow you to start the usual routine. jumping up and down in his length, squeezing him tightly with your walls and triggering his orgasm before he pushed you into a haze of pleasure. it was in the cards tonight as benjamin’s plans differed.

he wanted to take his time tonight, feeling and touching every inch of your body for as long as he could. only a couple of days were left before he had to travel back to france to play for the national team, and you could not accompany him.

the span of his warm palms fit perfectly against the curve of your waist, slowly lifting you up. veins popped out, the most remarkable one being the one on the side of his throat. a tad of dark blue, almost a deep purple, against the pale skin with the blemished red spots.

“so impatient, yet so beautiful.” the french defender chuckled to himself, the right corner of his dry mouth lifted ever so lightly. his warm spine was pressed against the cold, black leather of the king sized bed, his hazelnut orbs traveled across your needy body multiple times in a row.

slowly, almost painfully, benjamin used the placement of his hands to guide your waist downwards again. disappearing in the warmth of your cunt for an uncountable time, he let his head fall back and an almost animalistic growl erupted from deep within his chest. the sound he made, and the image he showed you, was enough to know that this time, you were allowed to move.

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pavardscherie · 11 months

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2 with benji

his heavy pants filled your ears. the way he muttered your name so sweetly in between with the french accent you loved so dearly. it didn’t matter how sweaty he already was, when benjamin arrived at home. a particular hard training session which lasted way too long for your liking.

but it also gave you the greatest opportunity to play a little game with your boyfriend. one picture was enough to have him speeding home, and wandering straight towards your bedroom, with you in his arms. those same limbs that were draped over benjamin’s broad shoulders. colored nails scratched over his already tanned skin, leaving thin lines of red in different shapes all over his back and spine.

with each new attempt of spreading more claw marks over his body, benjamin’s teeth found your earlobe. teeth carefully biting on the sensitive skin, coaxing another loud, sinful sound out of your throat. “i love you so much, cherie.” he muttered, groans interrupting the heartwarming confession as your warm walls tightened around his dick.

the words, he spoke with all the gentleness in the world, and meant with his entire heart, pushed you over the edge quickly. his accent, which only got thicker the more he pounded into you, made it difficult to resist the incoming waves of ecstasy and pleasure.

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pavardscherie · 1 year

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Julian Brandt. Snuggling in front of the fireplace <3

that‘s so incredibly cute. i love that.

flames danced in orange and red, humming a quiet melody which spread comfort through the living room. tonight, the couch was unnecessary. julian had a better idea an hour ago, and carried the multiple blankets from the king-sized bed downstairs. spreading them out in front of the fire place, you quickly found yourself in the warmth of his muscular arms.

cheek pressed tightly against the material of his sweatshirt, your soft fingertips danced across the left side of his waist. „it’s much better than watching tv.“ you muttered. it was rare that julian had an entire evening off. mostly, the coach and his assistants pushed in as many training sessions as possible, without risking another injured player for the team. while the top of the chart became the most important goal, the midfielder desired to spend any free minute with you.

„gotta cherish each moment together.“ julian answered, dipping his head down to blow a featherlight kiss on your hair. his long fingers brushed over your watermelon-pink tinted cheek, drawing small circles between the irregular movements. it was his dedication, to showing you in each moment, how much he admired you that kept the relationship steady. even with the right timetable, and the constant travels through germany.

it didn’t take long, barely half an hour, when the light snoring caused the corners of his mouth to curl upwards. the bed might have been more comfortable, but the nights in front of the fireplace, snuggled up tightly, were too rare. closing his lids, julian pulled you carefully closer to his body, and slowly drifted off into a calm sleep within minutes.

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