#joe gomez fanfic

[footballffbarbiex]

player: Joe Gomez words: 1k+ pairing: you x Joe x unnamed female type: smut. warnings: joint thigh riding, nipple play, female masturbation, oral (m)

I know this one has been eagerly anticipated, so I hope you enjoy this.

When Joe was slipped your room key earlier, he didn't know what to think.

When you opened the door, wearing nothing but your lingerie and holding a glass of wine, he still didn’t. 

But seeing not only you but her as well?

His cock had sprung to life far quicker than you anticipated and you’d not wasted any time in pulling him towards the bed, ensuring that he’d been stripped to his boxer shorts and removed what little was already covering your bodies. 

She watches, two fingers spreading open her folds as she rubs her middle finger along her slit and teases both her dripping entrance and her swollen clit, as you groan. Your head drops back slightly, unsure if the pleasure is from the way that Joe licks, sucks, nibbles on the skin around or fully mouthing at your nipple or the way he grips your hips and forces you to apply pressure to his muscular thigh as you grind your cunt against it. 

Her groan is clear and you’re able to turn your head in time to watch as two fingers now sink into her soaked hole. When she pulls them back out, the tops of her fingers by her knuckle are thick with a creamy coloured slick. 

“You like the view, huh?” Joe mutters, nipping at your skin playfully; earning him a whimper from you as you press yourself down harder against him.

“Mmmm, there’s something about watching and being watched.” 

“That there is. Look at you though, getting yourself off on my thigh. Has anyone told you how fucking dirty this is?”

“If it’s wrong Joe, then I don’t want to be right.” you finally tear your eyes away from her and focus back on him, just as he wants all along you suspect. 

“I bet you don’t.” he agrees, flicking his tongue over your erect nipple with such precision that another surge of wetness smears over his skin, enabling your movements to feel smoother. “Does that feel good?” Joe asks, using one hand to move from your waist, up your chest and rests at the base of your throat. His fingers are light there, teasing a little squeeze which makes your thighs clench together ever so slightly. 

“Don’t need to ask if you enjoy the thought of that now, do I?” It’s rhetorical but you find yourself nodding anyway. “Show me baby how you’d ride me. Because you want to, right? You want to feel this,” he takes your hand with his free hand and brings yours to the hardness in his boxers. 

You didn’t need his hand to feel it, it’s been pressing against your thigh each time you’ve rocked forward but fuck does it feel good to finally get a real sense of just how big Joe is. You can feel every swollen vein in his shaft which pulses against your palm. He’s as thick and long as you’d hoped. 

You do as he asks, not wanting to risk being made to wait even longer; though if you had to get yourself off like your friend right now, you would - even if it would make him wish that he hadn’t made you just watch. You change the pace like you would if his cock was buried deep inside of you, rocking back and forth with the occasional bounce just to give your aching pussy a slight reprieve. Your folds are parted from the actions, your wetness is smeared all over your cunt, leaving you a hot, wet mess that coats your inner thighs too. You can smell your own arousal, and when you try to steady yourself with your hand on Joey’s other thigh, you can feel your friend’s. The sticky smear is damp but it wouldn’t be long before it’s dry. 

Images flood your mind of the two of you on each thigh, surprised that you could fit but hell, with the size of Joey’s legs - and thighs in particular - of course you could both fit. He’d watched, plump bottom lip caught between his teeth, pupils growing wide like a cat’s when stalking prey as the two of you satisfied his, and yours, curiosity at whether or not Joe could fit the two of you on him. 

He’d placed his fingers right on the edge of where your bodies would rock to, ensuring that even if your clit was exposed by the way you rode him, his fingertips would be there to rub it better. Just remembering it, hearing her moans mix with your own, makes your own movements now become slightly erratic. You almost want to beg him to repeat this or for you to place your own there in the hope of bringing yourself to a faster orgasm but you don’t, you hold your tongue as he begins to apply pressure to your throat.

Your breathing comes out in pants and soft whines. When it hitches, Joe decides enough is enough. “Both of you, on your knees.” He demands, lowering his hand from your neck and lets you go. Lifting yourself on shaky legs, the cool air feels so much colder on your wet skin. 

She appears at your side obediently as you begin to sink to your knees before him. He leans back, stomach muscles flexing beneath his skin as he tenses while he lifts his ass. Joe’s thumbs dip beneath his waistband and his fingers follow, enabling him to begin to push them over his ass and finally freeing his cock. 

You don’t need him to tell you what to do, and judging from the look your friend gives you, neither does she. When she takes the left side, you take the right. Your tongues licking from base to soft head, the tips of your tongues meet over it and Joe groans. 

Carefully, you swirl it downwards in a spiral until your tongue reaches the short patch of hair that Joey keeps neatly trimmed. Only then do you alternate between long licks up his shaft and open mouth “kisses” to the paper thin skin. He tastes clean and like the laundry detergent that he uses. 

“Fuuuuuuck,” Joe hisses, wanting to lay back and truly enjoy this but not wanting to disrupt what the two of you are doing. “Just. Like. That.” He groans, the sound of it deep within his chest and throat as he does so. He didn’t need to voice this, just like he hadn’t needed to tell you both to suck his cock. 

But hearing that he doesn’t want you to stop?

Yeah. That makes your pussy clench. 

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[lfcslut]

on the table

joe gomez x reader

words: 2.8k

request: hey, i love your writing! could i please request a really smutty one with joe g please? maybe an enemies to lovers where she's the club medic or physio or something like that and they really don't get on... until the tension boils over one day into an explosive and absolutely incredible hate fu*k (maybe in the treatment room?!)🤭🤭🤭 x

warnings: 18+ ONLY! smut smut smut. hate fucking, enemies to lovers (almost?), degradation kink, name calling (whore, slut), unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, size kink, choking, slapping, spanking, hair pulling, biting, mentions of ghosting. this is filthy and i apologize.

Being the club medic for Liverpool Football Club had been your childhood dream. Growing up, you loved football, but you also loved science, and what better way to combine the two than to go into sports medicine? You had worked so hard for so many years to make it here. All of the long nights spent studying, the exams that you had suffered through, the hours of clinical experience that you had needed - it was all worth it because you were now at your favorite club, doing your dream job. There was just one exception… and that exception came in the form of a certain player named Joe Gomez.

You and Joe had history. A year ago, while you were still in school, you had run into him on a night out in the city. The two of you had immediately hit it off. He was just your type - tall, muscularly built, with thick curly hair - and it didn’t hurt that he played for your favorite club either. You went home together that night, and you had to admit, you kind of fell for him. He was kind and sweet, and he even took you out for a proper date the next day. The two of you dated for a few more weeks and you had even met each other’s friends. Then, one weekend, Joe had to go out of town for an away game. You expected to hear from him as soon as he got back into town, but days turned into weeks, and before you knew it, Joe Gomez had turned into nothing more than another fling from your past. 

You were hurt. Being ghosted is never fun, but this one hurt more than usual - especially considering that your “situationship” had only lasted a few weeks and had never been defined. You just figured that he had met someone else, or that he had simply moved on to his next conquest. You should have known better than to mess with footballers, you thought to yourself. You had to admit that you hadn’t really bothered to reach out to him either. You were never the type to chase or to beg. You were of the belief that if a man wanted you, he would put in the effort to have you. At least that’s what you told yourself as you sulked around your house for a few days, avoiding all the questions from your girlfriends about how it was going with that Liverpool player you’ve been seeing. 

So, a year later, when you were hired by Liverpool, of course the thought of having to work with Joe had crossed your mind. You had figured that by now, it would all be water under the bridge. As it turned out though, old wounds still burn when you rub salt in them. 

By now, you had been working at Liverpool for a few months, and somehow, you and Joe had not even exchanged a single word. He barely even looked at you, to be honest. At first, you wondered if perhaps he didn’t remember or recognize you. But from the way he continued to avoid you at all costs, you knew that he did in fact remember you - and that for some reason, he was the one angry with you. You were a little surprised by this. After all, he had been the one to ghost you, not the other way around, right? Regardless, you realized that if he wanted to avoid you, then you would do the same to him. You assigned one of your assistants to him and hoped that this meant you would never have to speak to Joe again. 

All of your hopes of getting through your entire career at Liverpool without interacting with Joe Gomez came to a crashing halt one day when your assistant called out with the flu. As soon as Kevin had called you that morning, sniffling and coughing and apologizing for not being able to come in, you knew that you were fucked. Joe had been out of training for several days with a small hamstring injury that he had picked up in a match. He was scheduled for a follow up today, and now that Kevin was out, you would have to be the one to take it. Fuck, fuck, fuck, you thought to yourself when you looked at the schedule that morning. What were you going to say to him? A nervous knot had been forming in your stomach all morning and you could barely concentrate on any of your other appointments. By the time afternoon rolled around, you were hoping that Joe would cancel or reschedule, but sure enough, you heard a knock on the door at exactly 1PM. 

“Oh,” said Joe as he entered the exam room and saw you. “It’s you.” 

It’s you? Those were his first words to you? You wanted to roll your eyes but stopped yourself.

“I thought I had Kevin again today,” he said, casually sitting down on the exam table. 

You cleared your throat, still not making eye contact with him. “Um, no. Kevin called out sick.” 

“That’s a shame.”

The two of you sat in silence for a few minutes while you pretended to look up his scans on the computer. Finally, you realized that you needed to say something or the two of you would be sat here for a long time. 

“So. I’ve looked over your scans. How’s your hamstring doing?” You asked, pretending to be busy on the computer so as to not have to look him in the eyes.

“It’s fine,” shrugged Joe. “It doesn’t even really bother me much anymore. Hopefully I’ll be back in training by the end of the week.” 

“Good. I agree with you. I’ll sign you off to come back to training on Friday.” 

Silence fell over the room again. You shifted in your seat. You knew that you had to bring up the elephant in the room or else it would eat you apart. 

“Joe, I-” 

“Just stop. I know what you’re going to say,” Joe cut you off before you even had a chance to speak. “You did a pretty shitty thing, Y/N, I’m not gonna lie.” 

You were so taken aback that it took you a few moments to collect your thoughts and respond. “I did a shitty thing?” You gawked at him. “What about you?”

“Me? What the hell did I do?” Joe asked, and you could tell from the look on his face that he was genuinely surprised at the possibility that he had done anything wrong. 

“You ghosted me! You went away to Brighton and I never heard from you again!” 

Joe stared at you with a confused expression on his face before responding. “Excuse me? It’s not like you bothered to reach out to me, either.” 

You couldn’t believe this. How could he possibly be turning this around onto you? “You know, if you had just owned up to it and apologized, we could have moved past this, but this is really low, even for you,” you muttered angrily, getting up from your chair and beginning to walk towards the door. You weren’t going to sit around and be gaslit by this idiot. 

“Wait, wait,” Joe reached for your arm. “Maybe we should talk about this.” 

Your stomach somersaulted when he touched you, and to your surprise, you didn’t pull away from him. “There’s nothing to talk about!” you said angrily. “Clearly you’re unable to realize that you were the one in the wrong!”

“I think you’re the one who needs to realize that, sweetheart,” responded Joe, a hint of a smile creeping up on his face now, which only aggravated you even more. You turned to face him, so that you were now standing only a few inches away from him. Even as you were fuming, you couldn’t help but think about how he would look with his arms around you and his tongue shoved down your throat right now. 

“Don’t call me that,” you muttered. 

“Why not?” Joe now grinned, his grip on your arm tightening, and he pulled you in slightly closer to him. His eyes tracked down to your lips and lingered for a moment before coming back up to your eyes. “If I remember correctly, you used to love it when I called you that.” 

To your surprise, you inched even closer to him. “Yeah, used to are the key words here.” By this point, your faces were nearly touching, and you held your breath for a moment before Joe pulled you closer to him and crashed his lips into yours. You moaned into his mouth as his tongue pushed past yours. The kiss was wet and hot and messy. You would be lying if you said that you hadn’t thought about this exact moment whenever you would pass him in the halls or watch him during a match. You had never thought that it would be here though, in the exam room, with people walking by threatening to walk in on you at any moment.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed against him. You could feel his hardened member rubbing against your crotch. After a few moments, Joe pulled away and you both looked each other up and down. He put his thumb to your mouth and you opened up immediately, gently sucking on his finger as you stared into his eyes. He groaned at the sight. “That’s a dirty mouth you’ve got on you, babe. Don’t have much to say now though, do ya?” He chuckled, and you felt the rage bubble back up again. 

“Fuck you,” you said, and without thinking about it, you bit down on his thumb. 

“What the fuck,” Joe exclaimed, immediately removing his thumb from your mouth. “Oh darling, you’re gonna wish you hadn’t done that,” he said, his eyes darkening. “Turn around.” 

You did as you were told. Joe grabbed your hips and positioned you so that you were face down on the exam table. You flinched as your body touched the cold surface.

Joe leaned against you and brought his lips to your ear.  “Gonna fuck you over this table like the dirty little whore that you are,” he whispered in your ear. You could feel his dick rubbing against you, and the wetness in your core grew. He pulled your hair away from your eyes and gave it a little tug, which made you moan. 

You could feel yourself panting heavily with anticipation as you felt Joe move down your body until he reached your ass. He began to pull your skirt down, and you quietly thanked yourself that you had chosen nice underwear this morning. 

“Did you wear these panties for me, baby?” he asked, and you rolled your eyes. “You wish,” you scoffed at him. You immediately regretted this though, as you felt his hand come down and spank your ass, causing you to let out a yelp.

“What did you say?” You were silent, your ass still stinging where his hand had landed. “That’s what I thought.” He grinned and went back to pulling your panties down, before balling it up and putting it in his pocket. He then took a finger and swiped it up and down your folds before bringing his finger to his mouth. “You taste so sweet.” 

You moaned, inching your ass out against him, desperate for more. “Such a desperate little slut, aren’t you?” he chuckled again. He brought his mouth down to your pussy and licked you up and down once. “And so fucking wet for me, too.” 

You groaned as your pussy clenched around nothing. You were tired of all the teasing - you just wanted something inside of you - his fingers, his tongue, his cock - anything. Joe could tell that you were annoyed, but unfortunately for you, this only seemed to amuse him even more. “You need me that bad, baby?” 

“Please just fuck me,” you muttered under your breath, too ashamed to say it any louder. 

“Oh, I will, darling. But first, let me taste this pretty little pussy.” And with that, you felt his tongue suck on your clit, and you let out a small scream. You knew that you had to be quiet - your next appointment wasn’t until later in the day, but you could still hear people walking around outside. After licking you up and down, he pushed a finger inside of you, and you had to bite down on your first to prevent yourself from screaming.

“Fuck, baby, did you feel how easily that slipped in?” His eyes were glued to your pussy, mesmerized at how slippery you were, as his finger curled and hit the spot where you needed him the most. 

“More, please,” you uttered, barely able to get the words out in between your stifled moans.

“You ready for another finger, baby?” You nodded eagerly and he shoved another finger inside of you. “Then fucking take it. Take my fingers like you’re gonna take my cock.” You could hear your pussy squelching as he pumped his fingers inside of you. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna- I’m close-” You were too drunk off of the pleasure to feel embarrassed at how quickly you were about to come. 

“That’s right, fucking come for me. Come all over my fingers, baby.” His words brought you over the edge to your climax. Your toes curled and your pussy pulsated around his slender digits as he continued pumping through your high. 

“Fuck, baby, you made a mess,” said Joe as he looked down at the wetness dripping from your core. You were too busy coming down from your high to process what he was saying. “Turn around for me now and get your sexy ass onto this table.” You did as you were told, climbing onto the exam table, facing him this time. Joe pulled his shorts and his boxers down, and you let out a whimper when you saw how hard and big his dick was now. He stroked it lazily, precum glistening at the tip, and you felt your mouth open instinctually. 

“You want this?” he asked you, and you felt your pussy clench. “Stick out your tongue,” he whispered, and you did as you were told. Joe gathered some saliva in your mouth before spitting onto your tongue. You held your tongue out for him to see and he groaned. “Such a pretty sight. Now swallow for me, love.” You obliged. “Good girl.”

He lined his dick up against your slit, teasing you for a second by sliding it up and down. You moaned, done with all of his teasing, and he let out a small chuckle before slipping inside and bottoming you out with one thrust. 

“Fuck, Joe!” you screamed, forgetting where you were momentarily and that any one of your coworkers could probably hear you right now. “You’re so fucking big.”

“Am I?” he said, grabbing your hair tightly behind your head and looking down to watch his dick disappear inside you. “Fuck, look at that, baby. Look at how pretty your pussy looks taking my dick.” Your pussy squeezed him tight and your hands instinctively went up to his chest, pulling his shirt up. You ran your hands up and down his chiseled chest. He let go of your hair to grab onto your hips, giving himself more leverage to fuck into you, his balls slapping against you as he moaned about how wet and tight you felt around him. 

“God, you’re so fucking filthy. Who’s fucking you this good?” 

You couldn’t speak for a second, and when you didn’t answer him immediately, he brought his hands to your neck and wrapped them around your throat. “I asked you a question,” he said, slapping you once across the face.

“You are, Joe. You’re fucking me so good.” 

“That’s right, baby. Let everyone know how good you’re being fucked right now.” 

The sound of his cock going in and out of your pussy together with your moans were so loud that you were almost certain that anyone who walked by would be able to hear you right now. The thought of being caught at any minute should have frightened you, but instead it just turned you on even more. You felt the knot in your lower stomach tighten. Feeling your pussy clenching around him, Joe leaned in deeper, taking your face in his hands and bringing it close to his. “You gonna come for me, baby?” You nodded eagerly and he brought your lips to his, engulfing you in a sloppy kiss. 

“Then come, baby. Come all over my cock. I wanna hear you screaming my name.” And that was exactly what you did. He fucked you through your high and you felt his dick quiver inside of you as he reached his climax, too. “Fuck, I’m coming,” he said as he shooted his load inside you, his hot cum painting your walls. He continued fucking you until you were full to the brim with him before you both collapsed onto the exam table. 

“So…” said Joe once the two of you had come down from your high. “Maybe I should take you out to dinner?” 

“In your dreams, Gomez.”

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[lfc21]

Can I request something with Trent where the reader is also a footballer and she loses in quite a big final and Trent is there to comfort her on the pitch?

Thank your love your writing!! xx

The final whistle

TW: Lose of a final, fluff

Summary: You and Trent had both lived and breathed football but sometimes where harder than others. When times got hard the only one you wanted was Trent.

The final whistle blew and you knew it was over. That dreaded high-pitched noise struck fear into any living soul. There was no more fighting needed to change what was final. You dropped to your knees and threw your hands into your hair, you wanted to pull away any stress and negativity from your being. The sight of your fans in front of you grasped your eyes and made you feel every bit of guilt ever written for a man. Your body was stuck to the green grass as you watched your fellow teammates give up, your eyes were breaking at the sight of your opposing team lifting the trophy you urged to have.

"Y/n!" Your manager shouted as she ran towards you with hope in her eyes. You were the captain, and the teams' actions rested on your shoulders. She grabbed your arms and lifted you from the ground and endeavoured you into a large and ambitious hug.

"I'm so sorry" You softly said as you looked at her with the most hurt eyes. Everyone's families were starting to flow out of the tunnel as they made their way to console their family members.

"Don't be sorry, you tried your best" She explained with a smile and a squeeze of your arm as she moved on to your teammates. You pushed your hands across your face and wiped away the lasting tears that sat on your cheeks. As you opened your eyes again you saw the one person that could protect you at this very moment. He had been here before, he had seen the other team win, he had seen the lifting of a trophy that was meant for him, and he had done it all. You ran towards his tall frame and wrapped your legs around his waist, your hands grabbed his arms as your head fell into the crack of his neck. Your eyes let the warm tears fall and your body shucks in the aim of sobs.

"Shhhh I've got you" Trent whispered as his hand grasped your long hair and fed his fingers through the strands in the action of comfort. You breathed in his scent as his comfort was the one thing helping you at this moment.

"I let everyone down" You explained into his neck as his heart broke at your small delicate voice. His body pulled you closer as he couldn't help but want to shield the world from you.

"Baby you didn't, these things happen," He said reassuring you with every word. Your home stadium erupted in applause as you all started to make your way back inside. His hand rested on yours as his thumb ran across your hand. You knew this was going to hurt, but so did Trent, he was prepared for what was to come.

"You've got this," he said with words of reassurance as you made your way back into the stadium. You could come back from this, especially with the help of your boyfriend.

First imagine of 2023 🥳 I hope you guys enjoyed this small piece ✍️ my requests are open right now so please feel free to ask and request any ideas 💡 as I have mentioned I now have a 2022 masterlist as well as a new 2023 masterlist 🩶

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[percervall]

I wanna give you my love (you are my addiction)

Photo credit @joe-zone

Player: Joe Gomez Words: 784 Warnings: Smut, guided masturbation/thigh riding, orgasm (f), dirty talk, semi-public sex A/N: This started out as a conversation I had with @joe-zone, which got a teeny bit out of hand when we both commented how bite-able Joey's thighs are and my brain ran with that image for the hills. Hope I did his thighs justice! ---

Theoretically speaking, you know this is a bad idea. For someone as level-headed and risk averse as yourself, it’s not just a bad idea –it’s stupid, dangerous even. Yet here you are, kneeling on your club issued puffer coat to protect your knees from the cold tiles as you look up at your boyfriend. Joe stares back at you with an intensity that makes your pussy throb as you run your hands over his thighs, moving his shorts further up. 

“You did so good, baby,” you almost coo at him, “those tackles left me feeling some type of way.” 

“Did they now?” he replies, a smirk tugging at his lips. You bite your bottom lip as you nod, moving forward and pressing a kiss to the inside of his knee. You still pinch yourself everytime you catch a glimpse of his thighs, knowing you’re the only person who’s allowed to do this, to make him feel good. His skin is soft underneath your fingers as you keep moving higher, the muscles tensing at your touch. He looks good enough to eat and you can’t help but give into the temptation as you gently nip at him. Joe chuckles darkly as he pulls your head away from him by your ponytail, making you moan. 

“Oh you better kiss it better sweetheart,” he says. You try to follow his orders, but a tug on your hair makes you stop. 

“Not those lips,” he adds, voice low and the implication makes you whimper. You rise to your feet, kicking off your sneakers before tugging your tracksuit bottoms down. 

“Those as well sweetheart. Should’ve known you’d be trouble today, wearing lacy panties at work,” he tuts. You swallow hard but do as you’re told, cheeks heating up at the way they stick to you when you pull them down. Joe beckons you over, leaning back against the wall as he spreads his legs even more. The sight has you dripping as you step between his thighs. You move to straddle the one you had bitten, his hands on your hips as he pulls you down. Gasping at the instant pressure against your aching clit, your eyes flutter closed and you bite your lip as you tentatively drag yourself across his thigh. 

“Fuck,” you whisper, your wetness spreading over his skin making it easier for you to keep moving. Your hips have a mind of their own as you keep sliding back and forth, feet slipping on your coat. Joe kicks it away and you feel the cold tiles through your socks, briefly reminding you that you’re still in the Anfield dressing room. His fingers dig into the fleshy part of where hip meets thigh and when he tenses the muscles, your brain stutters as the last coherent thoughts leave you. The only noise you’re capable of making is a breathy whine which is met by another chuckle. 

“What got you this turned on, sweetheart?” he murmurs as he drags his eyes away from where your bodies meet to look you in the eye. 

“Y-you,” you manage to stammer as he tenses a different muscle, providing even more pressure against your clit. You are already teetering on the edge, it’s embarrassing really, how close you are from just watching the match. 

“Joe…” you whine as you keep rutting against him. 

“Look at the mess you’re making, sweetheart. So wet for me and I didn’t even touch you. You gonna be my good girl? Are you gonna show me how beautiful you look when you cum?” he murmurs, fingers digging into your skin. All you can do is nod as you feel that coil in the pit of your stomach tightening. Joe tenses another muscle, changing the landscape of your pleasure. That in combination with his praise is enough to tip you over the edge. Your eyes are squeezed closed as you feel the warmth of your orgasm wash over you, body trembling. Joe presses his lips against yours, silencing the cries that were threatening to give you away to the dozen people milling about in the corridor. You break the kiss, needing to catch your breath, and bury your face in his neck. Joe runs a hand down your back, rubbing soothing circles as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear.

A knock on the door breaks the spell you were under.

“Bro, you better get a move on. Bus leaves in 10,” Virgil shouts through the door. You can feel your cheeks heat up knowing you were this close to getting caught. Joe whispers a filthy promise in your ear for all he has in store when you get home tonight before letting you go to get dressed.

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[live-laugh-loverpool]

Hey, me again!

So your fanfic about Alisson and Virg made me feel butterflies in my stomach with happiness.

Possibly you don't ship them. Me, however, when I think of fanfic, I usually disregard that they are married with kids, so yes, I confess, I ship them.

And I wanted to ask for a specific fanfic. I'm not going to ask for anything involving kisses on the mouth or anything wrong because that wouldn't make much sense.

However, I wish you could write a fanfic where they comfort each other, especially Alisson comforting Virgil since he feels bad about his wound. It could be something like forehead kisses or things that people who don't ship might see as platonic. I also wanted it to be a fic that focused on them. It could be anguish with a happy ending, if you will.

Kisses! Ruby loves you!

So glad that my fanfics make you feel that way!!! 💛💚💙 Here it is after days of work

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Nightmares and Sweet Dreams

Virgil Van Dijk was one of those people where you got exactly what it said on the tin. His particular tin happened to advertise an extremely promising and reliable product of hard work, public experience, and…well, you get it.

Works hard, plays hard. Quieter than most, but always ready to help. Reliable. Never crumbles, never breaks. Not affected by anything.

Calm as you like.

Even though Van Dijk loved his song, it was the “calm as you like” part that scared him the most. Because at this current point, he was laid up with an injury while his teammates were left to salvage what they could from their dumpster fire of a season.

He couldn’t deny, being injured brought back memories; but they weren’t exactly ones he wanted to revisit anytime soon. When the physios had told him that he would be out for a month, Van Dijk's mind had immediately flashed back to Pickford’s tackle.

You’re out, Virgil, he remembered the medics saying that day. You’ll be out for an entire year and you’ll probably miss the Euros. Pickford’s tackle blew your ACL and you’ll need to have surgery.

Sitting on the same treatment table, in front of the same doctor, in the same track pants hadn’t helped whatsoever. In fact, it made Van Dijk even more scared of the same thing happening as it did last time.

What if it got worse and worse? What if he couldn’t play for a whole year, again? What if Matip ended up on the treatment table, and then Konate, and then Phillips and then…

That’s why Van Dijk now navigated the world on crutches, even though he didn’t necessarily need them. Every time he watched the matches, he couldn’t help but think how he should’ve been there, helping his teammates. And he’d stopped staying at Kirkby, always finding a reason to drive home and spend the night there. Nobody needed to know that he still woke up from the same apocalyptic nightmares every night. Nobody needed to know that the nightmares had gotten so bad, he’d taken to sleeping with a special throw blanket.

Nobody whatsoever needed to know that the throw blanket happened to be Alisson's throw blanket.

*

The Liverpool players had gotten a rare day off, since their next game was on Sunday. For some, that meant a pool tournament in the cafeteria.

Alisson leaned his cue against the wall as he and Carvalho watched their teammates play pool. Fabinho was outscoring the others on the scoreboard, and Alisson was rock-bottom of the table. It was new to him, considering that he was almost never ranked the worst in anything, but he knew he wasn’t going to be the best of everything.

“A-ha!” Matip cheered, knocking his ball into one of the holes. “Second place! Take that, Joey.”

Gomez pouted, rolling his eyes in mock-annoyance. “You wouldn’t have won if you were playing against The Virg!”

Matip nodded, updating the scoreboard. “Yeah, if Virg was playing Fabi wouldn't be leading either. Ali might still be at the bottom of the table, though.”

“Where is Virg, by the way?” Alisson wondered aloud. “Did you see him, Joel?”

“I invited him to the pool tournament,” said the Cameroonian, deep in thought. “He said he’s got stuff to do at home.”

Carvalho frowned, taking up his cue. “He’s sure got a lot of stuff to do. Did he have a baby or something?”

Fabinho stared at Carvalho like he’d just walked in wearing an Everton shirt. “What makes you think that?”

The young Portuguese put his hands up in defense, stepping back. “He rarely spends time with us anymore! All he does is sleep or think…or isolate himself.”

Alisson didn’t waste another moment. He dropped his cue, heading in search of Van Dijk without any further explanation.

*

Van Dijk wasn’t known to hide. Alisson had the feeling that hiding was exactly what the Dutchman was doing, though—so he searched all the places that he would hide if he were Van Dijk.

The broom closets and the showers were empty. Alisson's inspection of the rec rooms turned out futile, as well, and his pace increased from a slow walk to a brisk jog through the halls of Kirkby.

This was more serious than Alisson had thought. Where was Van Dijk, and why couldn’t he find him anywhere? He wasn’t usually on this end of the situation; but if there was one Alisson was sure about, it was that he could usually find his teammates wherever they were hiding.

What if Virg left Kirkby? Alisson gulped at the thought, throwing aside the curtain to check. Luckily, Van Dijk's car was still in the parking lot. The goalkeeper let out a sigh of relief—Van Dijk was usually a good driver, but emotion could get the best of anyone.

Tell me next time you want to hide, Virg, and I’ll show you some good places.

A clattering noise shook Alisson out of his thoughts. He spun on his heel, glancing towards the source of the noise—the training pitch.

He pushed open the door with the most force he could ever remember, sprinting over the training pitch while calling for Van Dijk. The training pitch was large but very open, and soon Alisson found Van Dijk kicking balls into the net with his uninjured foot, holding onto the goalpost. His crutches had been tossed aside, landing haphazardly on a yellow plastic dummy.

“Finally, Virgil!” Alisson tried to sound as cheerful as possible despite Van Dijk's strange behavior. “What are you doing here?”

Van Dijk didn’t respond, slamming another ball into the net.

“Virg?” It was as if Alisson wasn’t even there. “Please, answer me!”

Van Dijk finally stopped booting balls into the net and faced Alisson. His normally tidy man bun had tendrils and puffs of hair sticking out of it, and there were dark circles under his eyes. Alisson then realized just how long it had been since he’d seen Van Dijk in person.

“You…forgot your crutches,” said Alisson, handing the walking aids back to Van Dijk. He wanted to comment on how tired Van Dijk looked, but Van Dijk was rather sensitive about his looks. “The pool tournament started half an hour ago. Didn’t Joel invite you?”

Van Dijk took the crutches and threw them as far as he could. They landed on the same yellow plastic dummy. “Joel’s better off without me.”

“Why would he be better off without you?” Now Alisson knew something was wrong. If there was one person who Van Dijk adored, it was Matip. While the two had their own opinions on certain matters, Matip cared for Van Dijk as much as Alisson did.

Van Dijk's hands clawed and scratched at his hair, further disheveling it. Alisson could only imagine how many scrapes and lacerations were left on the Dutchman’s skull, such was the force he was using.

“Virgil, you’re going to hurt yourself!” Alisson exclaimed once he couldn’t take it anymore. He gently but firmly grasped Van Dijk's wrists and pried them off his head, directing his arms to his sides. “Please tell me what’s wrong. You have eyebags and dark circles under your eyes, you look like you haven’t slept for days.”

“That’s because I haven’t,” Van Dijk confessed, wrestling his arms away from Alisson's grasp. “What am I going to do with myself? I can’t play and I can’t help the team. What if this injury lasts for more than o-one month? What if it lasts for a year, and then a year turns into two years, and then—”

“Acalmar.” Alisson sat next to Van Dijk, trying to appear calm while he was internally freaking out. Van Dijk wasn’t always calm, that was for sure, but Alisson had never been in a situation where he and a not-calm Van Dijk were alone. Simply put, Alisson had no idea what to do.

Unless he did the obvious.

“It’s not going to go that long. The medics won’t lie to you, right? They only want the best for us, Virgil.”

“But…” An excruciatingly long three seconds passed before Van Dijk spoke again. “I’m scared.”

“Scared? Oh…” Suddenly, the reason for all of Van Dijk's strange behavior dawned upon him. “You’re scared of missing a whole year. Just like the last time you got injured.”

Van Dijk nodded, leaning into Alisson's shoulder. The keeper had never seen Van Dijk this vulnerable before—even after losing major tournaments finals and making drastic errors. “I can’t do it again. It’s giving me nightmares…I’m so tired every day.”

Alisson had never been very good with words of comfort. So he settled on pulling Van Dijk into his arms, letting his teammate rest his head on his chest. “Sleep, then.”

Van Dijk yawned, eyes half closed. “I have a secret.”

“Yeah?” Alisson sighed with relief upon seeing that Van Dijk had calmed down from his previous hysterics.

“Don’t tell anyone…I have your throw blanket. The Selecao one,” Van Dijk elaborated. “I wrap myself in it like a cocoon and it’s the only way I can sleep. Yes, I know it’s weird, but…”

Alisson shut Van Dijk up by hugging him even tighter. “Then we can be weird together. I stole one of the boss’s jackets in 2019 and it was one of the only things that kept me from going insane during the lockdown.”

“But that’s you.” Van Dijk yawned again; he was slowly drifting in and out of consciousness. “I’m supposed to be as calm as you like for everyone.”

“Nobody can be as calm as you like all of the time,” Alisson reminded him. He fully untied Van Dijk's hair, gently untangling the various knots and clumps of grass. “Even o patrão freaks out in the moment.”

“What about everybody else?” Van Dijk mumbled sleepily.

“Shhh, acalmar. I’ll take care of that,” Alisson assured Van Dijk. He wasn’t exactly sure how he’d take care of that—he’d left his phone inside the training ground—but Van Dijk didn’t need to know that. What Van Dijk needed now was reassurance—and sleep.

A noise pulled Alisson from his thoughts. He froze, then smiled when he realized the noise was a light snore and that Van Dijk had fallen asleep.

He draped his scarf over his friend, gently stroking him on the forehead. “Doces sonhos, Virgil.”

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[every-aj-needs-an-angel]

Rules: post 10 of your favourite comfort movies then tag 10 people.

Thank you for the tag @its-all-ineffable 💖

The Holiday. Hot people Christmassy romcom, what's not to like? What Jack Black does with his character!! Beautiful!! And do I need to say more than Kate Winslet? Also single dad Jude Law in glasses!! Cameron Diaz rocking out to The Killers!! And driving a Mini down a country road and nearly getting wiped out by a lorry. So accurate it's *chefs kisses* Favourite scenes include: Arthur's moment to shine, Miles and Iris in Blockbuster and the tent scene with the kids with an honourable mention for Mr Napkinhead 😂 It's my go-to movie whenever I'm sad because it's just so stupidly funny and adorable.

How The Grinch Stole Christmas. Jim Carrey. That's all I have to say. Honestly, I've seen this film a million times. I can quote it by heart and do so regularly much to my mums annoyance. The schedule scene is very me anytime I'm invited anywhere 😂 some favourite quotes "Am I just eating because I'm bored" "Hate, hate, hate. Hate, hate, hate. Double hate. LOATHE ENTIRELY!" "We're gonna die! I'm going to throw up, and then I'm gonna die!" "The insolence! The audacity! The unmitigated gall!" "Nice kid... bad judge of character" (absolutely me with my niblings) It's just the perfect remedy whenever I'm ill.

The Muppets Christmas Carol. I love all the adaptations but this one is my favourite. Me and my mum snuggle up every Christmas Eve and sing along. It reminds me of the magic of childhood Christmases and soothes something deep in my soul.

The Old Guard. This is the only adrenaliney one cos I have anxiety and I need chill shit if I watch a film but Joe & Nicky are my perfect Immortal Husbands and the tiny details of their relationship are all-encompassing and easily distract from all the murder and kidnap 😂

Mary Poppins. Do I need to say more than Julie Andrews? Dick Van Dyke. The outfits. The songs. Suffragettes. Tea parties on the ceiling. Dancing penguins. The merry-go-round horses. When I was a kid my mum used to foster so our house was always full of kids who needed someone to love them, make them feel safe and bring them some joy. That's probably why Poppins is one of my comfort characters, my mum was her.

Alice In Wonderland. Any of the adaptations. They're all brilliant. I do love the 1951 animation though mainly bc I adore the dormouse scene but becoming BFFs with a load of weird and wonderful creatures in a dreamstate is just *chefs kisses* Any scene with The Mad Hatter in any of the adaptations is my favourite but I am a sucker for the clean cup move down scene.

Sherlock Gnomes. I also love any Sherlock adaption but this one's just hysterical. Watson is just done™️. Sherlock and Juliet's squirrel disguise when sneaking through the park kills me every time. Moriarty as a pastry mascot and the fact he has dumb gargoyles as his assistants. Perfection really. Honestly, this film is just so fucking stupid you can't possibly feel sad when you watch it.

Monsters, Inc. bc it might've been like twenty years but I still want a Sully hug!! Also the pure beautiful hilarious chaos that is this film cracks me up. "Mike Wazowski", "Always watching" and "Put that thing back where it came from or so help me" are just killer lines. I absolutely adore The Abominable Snowman too he's just too sweet.

The Addams Family. Any of the films. All of the films. Gomez and Morticia are ultimate couple goals. They adore each other. Support their kids unconditionally. So kind and generous it often gets them in trouble. They're just perfect.

Red, White And Royal Blue. Last but not least, only because it's the newest. This film was amazing!! I adored the book and although the film is different I love that it's basically a 'what if' fanfic of itself. It was genuinely lovely to be able to watch a queer story and be able to relax with it!! Don't get me wrong I love how profound queer films can be but they either have me gripped in anxiety waiting for the shoe to drop or have me reaching for a comedian to brush away the deep-seated sadness. I felt so safe and yeah they have their ups and downs like every couple but I think I'd have felt the same safety with those characters even if I hadn't read the book first. 5* 10/10 highly recommend. Will be watching this on repeat for the foreseeable future.

Absolutely no pressure tags @mickalaem @flowercrowngods @auroraplume @estrellami-1 @i-less-than-three-you @mentallyundone @hbyrde36 @penny00dreadful @adhdsummer @writingfanficsfan 💖

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[4virgil4]

Don't you hate when you follow the Virgil tag and you get some cringe ass smut fanfic or your screen is being filled by Joe Gomez, Harvey Elliott or Mo Salah like that tag is for VIRGIL ONLY I'm tired of seeing ugly people in it ugh

I just block tbh I have zero tolerance for clogging any tag with irrelevant shit

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Ms. Marvel The New Mutant #3 Review

Ms. Marvel The New Mutant #3 Marvel Comics Written by Iman Vellani and Sabir Pirzada Art by Carlos Gomez and Adam Gorham Colors by Erick Arciniega Letters by Joe Caramagna The Rundown: Kamala fights inside her own mind as Orchis tries to use her for their own sinister ends. Kamala continues the journey inside her mind with her new fanfic friend Dr. Surfer. At the same time, Omega Sentinel…

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[footballffbarbiex]

Blinded By Lust

player: joe gomez words: 757 request: Joe Gomez  -  she/her  -  500 - 700 - Smut - Still feeling frisky over Joey G as captain last week so maybe being railed senseless by him after the match whilst he wears his captain's armband!!!

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Very few times has she become so blinded by lust that she cannot think straight. Pride had quickly changed into pure lust the longer she watched as he’d ran around the pitch with the bold white armband bearing the black words CAPTAIN. He’d beamed, moved around the pitch with such a sense of responsibility. Even though she knew it would only be for this match, it was enough. It was enough to see him pulling it up his forearm, placing it perfectly on his bicep and giving it the subtle adjustment to ensure the whole world could see what was there.

Even though it was just for today, she took it. Joe took it and he did what he could to honour it. He’d showered and changed, leaving the rest of the team behind as everyone had said their goodbyes before joining her in the car. It had taken ten minutes before Joe had needed to pull over before he caused an accident. Her hand had pulled his cock free a minute before after stroking over his thigh, stroked and palmed him until he’d hardened and spotted damp patches on his boxer shorts. Finally being in her hand, feeling that skin on skin contact almost made him want to cum there and then.

“Why’d you stop the car baby?” she asked, her hand felt as soft as his shaft, movements so perfectly pressured that the swipe over the very tip made him whimper and push his head back against the headrest as she unbuckled her seatbelt and leant over the handbrake to take full advantage of the situation before her.

“There’s a few good reasons,” he managed to state through gritted teeth before a low growl vibrated through his throat as her tongue left a wet trail around the curve of the head. “Like that.”

When he swallowed, it was fully audible. His hips stirred where he sat, showing signs that he desperately wanted to thrust up, pushing as much of his long, thick cock into her mouth until the sound of it filling her was just as audible as his swallow. When her mouth finally sank down, taking several inches in the first dip, her hand was there to meet her lips.

She hollows her cheeks, trying to create a tight, wet hole for him and his response was to wind his fingers through her hair, grabbing as much of it to fill his palm as he could. He didn’t pull on it, there was no burning, stinging sensation that came from her skull but there’s a silent “threat” of it. He could hold her in place while he fucked her pretty little mouth like he wanted, they both knew this but instead, he let her take control. He gave her the control.

“You have no idea how much I want to ride you right now,” she said before giving kitten licks up and down his shaft, taking care to stimulate the vein that throbs beneath her touch and the thin thread of skin joining the velvety dome to the rest of his cock.

Joe can barely see through his fluttering eyelashes let alone try and focus. He’d made sure this was a quiet and secure area before pulling up, but that didn’t mean that where they were was risk free. That being said, one head was more in control than the other and all logic went out of the window as he stated, “then climb on my cock and show me how much you want it.”

“Right here?”

“Right here.” He said with a tone that left no room for questioning. “Unless you’re just saying it to try and make me even more horny because babe, we’re passed that right now.” he sucked his bottom lip between his teeth like she wished she had, and her decision was made. Her hands made quick work of pulling her clothing down, finding it harder to manoeuvre within the tight space of the vehicle but she managed it, kicking her clothes into the footwell before climbing over towards him.

“You’re sure about this?” She knows oh too well what it feels like to get caught up in a situation that she can’t back out of, but this was something neither of them had done before. The thrill of being caught mixed with the terror of that becoming a reality flowed through her veins as Joe angled his cock to her dripping pussy. Her juices enable it so that he entered her effortlessly.

“Stop thinking and just ride me.”

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[whatiwillsay]

After reading those blinds do you still believe joe/Taylor are a couple? I think at this point it's clear kaylor was on/off in between 2015/2019 (mostly off) and the master sell was the last nail in the coffin and the music seems to confirm that. I think the photo that was leaked a the other day wasn't really a leak, i don't think anyone was hacked, no other photo was leaked so why just that one? This happen all the time when gay rumors get too loud we get a no homo (with a pap walk or a new article about how they are getting married, or engaged or in sooo in love blah blah blah). Imagine hacking Selena gomez phone and the one photo you release is one of Joe and Taylor from 2016, does Selena never delete photos on her phone?

kaylors have admitted to sending in fake blinds and blinds are there to get clicks, so you have to take them with a grain of salt, i don’t believe 99% of blinds out there.  maybe i shouldn’t have reblogged them but i wanted to have them on hand to go over and i feel like most of you guys wouldn’t be naive enough to believe most blinds are anything other than entertaining fanfic.

karlie was starting to work on converting to Judaism in 2015 and while she may have had something going on with taylor until 2016 she’s not working on converting without a future with josh and his family in mind.  

karlie married josh in 2018 so, in a world where we now have a joshlie baby, proving that whatever they are (legit or big gay beards) they are, in fact, dedicated to a life together, i don’t know how you can think taylor was dating someone seriously who married someone else (maybe hooking up from time to time though there’s barely any reason to suspect that, they were together once from 2017-present day.  

i’m probably going to have to ban questions about joe because i did not get into this game to talk about him.  i am open to their relationship being real because their timeline is solid, taylor gave him credit for writing music on folkmore, and while most of taylor’s public boyfriends seem fake, to me, joe reads differently (they’ve been together for 4 years, they have organic sightings out and about, and after the rep era (where i do think she lied and tried say songs about karlie were really about him) songs she insinuates to be about him match their timeline (three summers in lover, the two relationships that preceded him in lss, invisible string’s three-year trip) etc etc)

i did not get into this game to debunk the joe relationship.  i don’t care about the joe relationship.  i didn’t start a swiftgron blog to prove or defend the joe relationship either.  every time i say “you know what things about joe add up in a way that things about harry, tom, john, and jake didn’t” people get mad.  people on the l chat are discussing mass reporting me just because i think it’s possible taylor is bi and really with joe.  you want me to debunk harry or conor ?fine, i’ll happily do that all day because it helps prove swiftgron.  

there is almost zero hard evidence that kaylor had anything going on post-2016 and blinds certainly aren’t proof of anything.  in general blinds are fanfic and y’all have to understand that. furthermore, i don’t know if taylor’s leak is legit or strategic (and i don’t really care) but even if it were strategic it wouldn’t mean they’re fake (they may have leaked it to calm the waters further over the accidental domestic abuse signal fiasco, not because they’re not legitimately together) and even if it were a legitimate leak it wouldn’t mean they were real (hello gay besties get ready to go out together all the time) so there’s no sense in obsessing over it.

in general, i remain undecided on joe leaning towards thinking it’s real for the reasons i listed out above.  if you gues haven’t read the timeline i linked you ought to.  i do think it’s possible she switched up her bearding strategy into something long term but if that’s the case she’s probably never coming out given how dedicated she is to selling the joe relationship so i tend to hope she’s bi and really with him and not closeted so deep that she would give a beard credit for music he didn’t write.  and most of all i remain sick of talking about him and people getting mad at me for sharing the conclusions i’ve come to based on a lot of research.

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[lfc21]

"Thunder and lightning is scary"

Player: Joe Gomez

TW: Fluff, thunder and lightning, children

Prompt list: Children

Summary: thunder and lightning were never anyone's favourite even your little girl.

You lay in bed wrapped in the arms of your husband as you listened to the banging and shaking of the thunder. Liverpool had been captured by a strong storm taking up the majority of the week. Your little girl had never experienced this type of event before and you could safely say she did not like any idea of it.

"Mummy, Daddy" You heard a little voice say from the door of your shared bedroom. Joe's head quickly looked up at the sound of his daughter's words before pausing your TV.

"Yes darling," Joe said looking at her little body wrapped in her tiny pink pyjamas clutching onto her teddy bear. You could have looked at her forever this way, she was the cutest little angel and started to look more and more like you every day.

"The thunder and lightning are scary" She explained with pouty lips as she dragged her feet over to you both on your bed. Joe lifted her onto your bed and sat her in between you both.

"Why are you scared?" You asked her as you pushed away the baby hairs behind her small ears. Her shoulders shrugged and she pressed her head into the crook of your neck.

"It's loud" She explained still hiding in your embrace. Joe looked at you both with soft eyes and a heavy heart. He stroked his fingers against her small back as he watched her calm down near you both.

"You don't have to be scared, I will protect you," Joe said with a giggle as she looked at him with small sniffles. His hands tickled her small tummy releasing laughs from her mouth and that cheeky smile you were missing from her.

Hey guys 👋🏻 I hope you enjoyed reading this Joe imagine 😇 please leave feedback and requests ❤️ there are still prompts left on the prompt list 📝 have a good day 😆 masterlist 2022 💌 masterlist 2023 💌

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Joe Gomez masterlist

Smut

I wanna give you my love (you are my addiction) NSFW alphabet

#joe gomez smut #joe gomez fanfic

[live-laugh-loverpool]

Liverpool Group Chat

Celebrating our win vs. Newcastle! We're looking like a serious institiution again 🥹

Tags: @alissonbecksfan234 @moomin279 @millythegoat @rubybecker-rb2

DutchDaddy: WE DID IT

JoeyG: Oh yeah ✊✊🥳

SarcasticMilner: WE WON A FREAKIN’ GAME OF FOOTBALL

Cody: Guys we did that on Monday

DutchDaddy: Yeah but somebody else is celebrating something today 😏

Ali: TWO CLEAN SHEETS IN A ROW?! 🥹💜💜 What’s happened?!

Boss: My boys 🙌. 😁. 😁.

Small Robbo: BOSS somebody hacked into my Whatsapp

Boss: WHO?! 😠. 😤. 😤. I’m ready to punch somebody now

TAA66: Just give me the signal 👊

Small Robbo: It was Milly and he changed my chat name!

SarcasticMilner: I’m so proud of that ✊

Cody: Where’s Darwin? I miss him

DutchDaddy: My baby boy’s found a friend 🥹🤣🤣

SarcasticMilner: If Cody’s your baby boy then you’re the absentee Dutch daddy

Darwin: HERE I STAND

Cody: IN THE LIGHT OF DAY

Harvey: I DON’T GIVE A DAMN

Darwin: THE PRESS NEVER BOTHERED ME ANYWAY

CaffeineBrain: Wait a minute, that’s not how the song goes

Boss: 😧.

TAA66: what?

Hendo: Trentski, capitalize the beginning of your sentences please!

TAA66: What?

Boss: I LOVE IT 🌨️🌨️❄️❄️☃️⛄

Boss: gtg

(BOSS has left the chat.)

(SARCASTICMILNER has changed his name to SARCASM MODE.)

Sarcasm Mode: Something’s up with the gaffer, guys

Cody: What’s wrong?

Harvey: The gaffa didn’t punctuate his emojis and he used slang

Small Robbo: This is BAD mates 😟

Darwin: i know, what if somebody hurt him?

Ali: If somebody hurts OUR boss I will punch somebody for the first time in my life

Hendo: Ali, YOU can punch somebody? 😱 I learn something new every day

Ali: If the boss is in trouble, nonviolence doesn’t mean I can’t kick his abuser’s butt

TheGreekScouser: I am SO with you

Hendo: Milly and I will go check on him

Sarcasm Mode: He did seem pretty tired after the match wish us luck

(HENDO and SARCASM MODE have left the chat.)

(FLACO has added TAKI and THELITTLEMAGICIAN to the chat.)

Naby-lad: Taki!!! ❤️❤️❤️

SiSenor: 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

DutchDaddy: First the boss acting strangely and now Bobby?

Ali: O que está errado Bobby

SiSenor: HE’S BACk

TheLittleMagician: I just wanted to say hi to the boss but I can’t find him

TheGreekScouser: He left and now Hendo and Milly are checking on him irl

Flaco: Uh Ali this is kind of awkward

Ali: …Hi Phil? 😬

DutchDaddy: We never did tell you guys, did we?

TAA66: I don’t think so

Small Robbo: We usually don’t bring it up but…

TheLittleMagician: Okay, I get it I’m hated around here

SiSenor: SIM GET OUT OF HERE YOU SNAKE 😭😭

JoeyG: Admit it Bobby you still love him

SiSenor: I do 😭 that's why I'm like this

(SISENOR has left the chat.)

(THELITTLEMAGICIAN has left the chat.)

Cody: What is this all about?

TAA66: Well, Philippe used to play on Liverpool a few years ago

Small Robbo: Before Ali and Flaco came

JoeyG: And Philippe and Bobby were best friends, inseparable

DutchDaddy: But then Philippe left for Barcelona to “win trophies”

Small Robbo: He’d never told Bobby beforehand so he’s still sore about him leaving him like that

TAA66: It was the saddest I’ve ever seen him in my life

Harvey: Okay what the actual hell

Darwin: SO not okay 😤

Flaco:  regret bringing him in now tbh

Ali: YOU regret bringing him in I’M buried into a pillow rn 😭😭😭

Ali: When do we play Aston Villa next?

Small Robbo: May 20th

Ali: Then I will gladly earn the first red card of my career with what I’ll say to him

DutchDaddy: Hold up Ali

DutchDaddy: You don’t want me to fight Onana for nearly killing you but you’ll go feral at Philippe for leaving the club?

TAA66: It’s Ali, Virg

Small Robbo: Never underestimate what he’ll do for his friends

Flaco: You need to put yourself first sometimes Ali we want you to live too

Naby-lad: Right

Naby-lad: And according to my analysis, Ali has received exactly 1 red card in his entire life

Harvey: 😧 Damn

(HENDO, SARCASM MODE, SI SENOR and BOSS have returned to the chat.)

Boss: Boys I’m back

Ali: CHEFE 🥰🥰🥰🤗🤗🤗

TAA66: THE GAFFA’S BACK

Small Robbo: you alright, gaffer?

Boss: Not exactly but I’ll be fine 🤞.

Harvey: Give us names to who did this

Cody: Yeah, we wanna see Ali whoop somebody’s backside

Boss: ALI?!

Sarcasm Mode: I assume you were all complete disasters while I was gone 😒

Si Senor: I can confirm that

Si Senor: Flaco brought PHIL in

Si Senor: Just typing that name makes me tear up

Boss: Philippe was here?

Cody: Yeah, and he disappeared like Nick Pope in this game

JoeyG: CRUEL

Flaco: To be fair we didn’t know what happened

Ali: BOBBY COME HERE 💜💜💜🤗🤗🤗

Sarcasm Mode: Jesus Christ Bobby will you ever forgive Philippe?

Sarcasm Mode: People switch clubs. All. The. Time.

SiSenor: People ALSO tell their friends when and where they’re going to move

Darwin: While they’re all busy with the Philippe-Bobby saga, what actually happened boss

Harvey: WE NEED NAMES PEOPLE

Boss: Don’t worry, I’m fine

Sarcasm Mode: Yeah, Hendo and I are gonna believe that after you spilled your guts to us

Boss: MILLY THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE PRIVATE!!!

Hendo: To be fair, he didn’t say what it was

SiSenor: this is about those idiots who want you sacked, right?

Boss: NO

Boss: 

Boss: Yes

Flaco: I’ll punch your haters

Boss: I want you to live, Flaco

TheGreekScouser: Then I’ll do the punching

Darwin: I am SO with you Kostas

Hendo: Let’s roll when do we attack those scumbags

JoeyG: ASAP of course

DutchDaddy: I’m ready to wield my Man Bun Power when you are

Harvey: I could punch you for saying that

Boss: What about the FA?

Sarcasm Mode: FA BE FREAKIN’ DAMNED WE’RE GOING TO KICK SOME DEFECTED FREAKIN’ BA—

Hendo: MILNER

Sarcasm Mode: BAD GUYS

JoeyG: Are you guys stuck on permanent caps lock or…

Boss: It’s okay, you don’t need to fight them

Cody: Boss, do you believe we love you?

Boss:...

Ali: DO NOT GET ME STARTED ON THIS SUBJECT BECAUSE MILLY WILL GROW A BEARD BY THE TIME I’M FINISHED

Harvey: He already HAS a beard

Ali: FINE STEFAN WILL GROW A LONG, GRAY BEARD

Darwin: Boss, answer the question

Boss:...

SiSenor: That settles it, then

SiSenor: We are going to show you so much love, you’ll forget that you ever felt unloved

Sarcasm Mode: Damn right 👍

Harvey: We’re with you, Milly

CaffeineBrain: I fell asleep what’s happening

Taki: That’s what I’m wondering

Taki: I talk to Maya Yoshida for 12 minutes and all THIS happens

CaffeineBrain: GO ALI KICK HIS A—

Hendo: NOOOOOO

Harvey: GO PEP GO

Sarcasm Mode: How have I not killed you yet

CaffeineBrain: Okay boss we are having a talk

Boss: Not here

CaffeineBrain: Right, we’ll have a talk in person

Boss: Pep I’m serious I don’t need to—

CaffeineBrain: We. Are. Having. A. Damn. Freakin’. Talk.

Boss: Okay

(CAFFEINEBRAIN has ended the chat.)

#jordan henderson #james milner #joey g #joey gomez #joe gomez #harvey elliott #pep lijnders #roberto firmino #bobby firmino #kostas tsimikas #darwin núñez #darwin nunez #darwin nunez imagine #fabinho #fanfic #soccer fanfiction #football fanfic #alisson #alisson becker #virgil van djik #trent alexander arnold #andy robertson #andy robbo #andrew robertson #takumi minamino #taki #philippe coutinho #naby keïta #football imagine #football

[rawiswhore]

Various WCW, WWF, and ECW Wrestlers x Fem Reader- “I Touch Myself”

I actually originally planned on typing and posting this fanfic on Sunday, but Wrestlemania was on that day, and I wondered if I should type a fanfic set at Wrestlemania or what I originally planned on typing, so I typed and posted a fanfic set at Wrestlemania instead.

Also, I typed this fanfic yesterday and wanted to post it yesterday, but didn't have time to finish it, so I'm posting it today.

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In 1996 and 1997, a wrestling company known as WCW had higher ratings than the WWF, and the WWF was once the most popular wrestling company in the world, and even still is today now known as the WWE.

You had signed with the WWF in 1996, and one of the rules you had under their contract is that you weren't allowed to work for other wrestling companies, which was so lame.

You've seen some of WCW, and some of the wrestlers over in WCW are hot and sexy.

You wish you could hook up with some of the hotties over in WCW, but sadly, you can't.

Lousy contract.

So what can you do?

Simple, and I'll explain it later.

When the summer of 1997 was almost over, you were lying in bed one night in a hotel room, with all of the lights in the room turned off.

You thought about how hot some of those men in WCW were and what you wish you could do with them if you were with them.

You had shut your eyes, though you're trying to not fall asleep, and one of your hands had slipped down your thong panties and the pads of your fingers had touched your vulva.

You started picturing and fantasizing about a wrestler in WCW that many people probably have never even heard of, and the reason why is because he was never pushed that much and was booked as a "jobber": someone who makes another wrestler look good, and that wrestler is Jim Powers.

What a cookie cutter sounding wrestling name.

Despite that corny wrestling moniker, Jim Powers is really hot and sexy, so hot, there was even a WCW moment involving him, an Ultimate Warrior knockoff named the Renegade who had ditched his face paint and fried, crunchy hair, a wrestler named Joe Gomez and a skinny twinkish wrestler called Alex Wright walking on the beach together and taking their shirts off.

This moment was obvious fan service for some of the women watching WCW.

When you fantasized about Jim Powers that night, you fantasized of him wrapping his huge, muscular arms embracing you and pulling you close to his chest, and you had lifted your hands and wrapped your fingers atop of his biceps and gently squeezed them.

His biceps were rock hard, and that wasn't the only thing that was rock hard on him (winkwinknudgenudge).

Jim isn't the only hot one in WCW.

One of the more popular wrestlers that was in the biggest, most notorious wrestling faction in WCW; the wrestling faction that would increase WCW's ratings, was Scott Hall, who used to play Razor Ramon in the WWF.

Scott was even hotter in WCW than in the WWF as Razor Ramon, and he'd get even sexier as the 90's were coming to a close.

Scott Hall/Razor Ramon is known for having a very hairy chest, and your brain switched to now thinking about yourself in front of Scott Hall with your face buried in his chest hair, while Jim Powers was standing behind you and had his massive, strong arms wrapped around your waist.

As you were fantasizing about this, the tips and pads of your fingers started gently caressing and stroking vertically up and down your clitoris.

The tip of your finger scratched your clit underneath your clitoral hood, trying to make sure you feel something, and you felt a slight little tickle under that hood.

Rubbing your clitoris isn't the only thing you can rub on your body to make you feel good.

Your other hand slipped underneath your oversized T-shirt you slept in tonight and let the pads and tips of your fingers touch your stomach, where you began to vertically slide and elevate those fingers up your torso.

As you slid your fingers up your flesh, you fantasized about that scenario with your face buried in Scott Hall's chest while Jim Powers was behind you with his arms wrapped around you.

Blood is already rushing to your clitoris fantasizing about this, swelling your clit up and making you even hornier.

Room for one more, honey.

There's another wrestler in WCW who had gotten even sexier when he ditched the face paint, messy hair and even the Ultimate Warrior knockoff gimmick, and that wrestler is the aforementioned Renegade.

The hottest the Renegade ever looked was probably in 1996, before he grew facial hair, so you imagined the way the Renegade looked that year, where, while you have Scott Hall in front of you and Jim Powers behind you, the Renegade is on one of your sides, wrapping his massive, huge muscles around your waist, but not squeezing and hugging onto you too tight.

It's like you're trapped and can't be released from these hot men all over you, but you want this.

It's also almost like these men are shielding and protecting you.

It feels good when you take your clothes off and the air is all over your skin, maybe you can undress tonight and masturbate naked.

These little fantasies are tame and mild, so you decided to make your fantasies get a little bit naughtier.

Lex Luger has crossed over to WCW during the late 90's, and for those who don't know, Lex Luger was promoted by the WWF in 1993/1994 to be the next Hulk Hogan and the next face of the company since Hogan left, and they turned Lex's character into a patriotic, all American hero, except Lex didn't have any of Hogan's charisma and audiences didn't really click with Lex.

Lex eventually joined WCW by the end of 1995, and he actually was kind of sexy.

Lex's body, even during his days in the WWF, was always glazed and slathered in baby oil, and your mind had abandoned the thought of Scott, Jim and the Renegade all around you and switched over to just Lex.

You imagined being with Lex the way he looked in 1996/1997 with his hair hanging down and not wearing a shirt, and you imagined one of your hands caressing baby oil vertically up and down his torso, your palm and fingers feeling the ripples of his muscles on his torso.

You didn't just imagine caressing baby oil on his torso, but also sliding it up and down across his arms as well.

He, meanwhile, is just staring at your hand caressing that baby oil on his body, the baby oil making his body shinier.

Baby oil isn't the only thing that can make someone's skin shinier, and so your mind thought of something else.

This time, your mind began to think of him the way he looked in 1996 and 1997, his hair hanging down and not tied back in a ponytail, his body is stark naked with not a single stitch of clothes on him.

You pictured that Lex in a locker room's shower, where the floor is white little tiles, and you were fantasizing that you were naked in that shower with him, where your hand was caressing and stroking his body with body wash while he stood under a showerhead, the water pouring and washing away the foamy wash off of his washboard abdomen.

When the body wash had evaporated and disappeared off of his abs and trickled down his legs, his abdomen looked shinier, like you had smeared baby oil on his abs.

You didn't just rub his abs with that body wash, but his pecs as well, where, of course, the water had rinsed the foam off of them, his pectoral muscles looking shiny under the buzzing lights on the ceiling.

Lex doesn't really look all that hot with wet hair though, and to be honest, Lex isn't really that sexy or hot of a wrestler.

As you fantasized about Lex, your fingers, especially the pads and tips of them, were crawling up your skin to your breasts, you felt these cold little tingles while your fingers brushed up your skin.

If you had any body hair on your legs and even arms, you're pretty sure the hair on your body would stand up over the sharp feel of your fingers caressing your skin.

Rushes are transmitting to your areolas whilst your fingers elevate up your flesh.

Honestly, these fantasies involving Lex Luger are a bit too tame for your taste, now to go all out wild, what you really want.

Your brain switched to thinking about something else.

This time, you fantasized about a sauna or steam room, and inside that steam room was WCW alumni Scott Hall, the Renegade circa 1996 with his hair hanging down, Jim Powers, Lex Luger circa 1996/1997, Scotty Riggs without facial hair (looking how he did during the last months of '97), Eric Bischoff in January of '97, Joe Gomez, Raven (who just joined the roster and left ECW), Stevie Richards without facial hair, the blond one in this WCW duo called High Voltage, Chris Benoit (yes, THAT Chris Benoit, before he, well y'know...), and maybe even Chris Jericho.

They're not the only ones in this steam room, so is some of the WWF roster: Shawn Michaels, Hunter Hearst Helmsley with his hair hanging down, Billy Gunn/RockaBilly with blond hair, Jeff Hardy, Leif Cassidy without facial hair, Marty Jannetty, Brian Pillman in late 1996, Bret Hart, Davey Boy Smith, Scott Putski without facial hair, Scott Taylor, Brian Christopher, and these Hispanic wrestlers named Heavy Metal, Hector Garza, Latin Lover and Pierroth without his mask and hair tied back in a ponytail.

You could probably even invite Thurman "Sparky" Plugg in late 1996 and Jeff Jarrett in early 1996 in this fantasy too, though you feel embarrassed to put them in there.

Finally, one wrestling icon you're putting in this fantasy is Rowdy Roddy Piper in during the late 80's and early 90's, when he had long hair and didn't have bangs.

He is kinda cute with long hair.

All of these aforementioned men were sitting in this sauna stark naked with nothing but a towel wrapped around their waists, hiding their genitals, and you entered the sauna, where you were the only girl in that sauna.

You had shed your towel off of your body, revealing you weren't wearing anything under that towel, showing your nude body off in front of them.

After they made some silly wolf whistles at you and had ear-to-ear smiles spreading across their faces, you walked up to these wrestlers and approached them, where they all disrobed themselves and it lead to you getting gangbanged, and you don't mean gangbanged as in being shot with guns, at least not the literal definition of a gun.

Though, how is that even possible?

What can you do if you're gangbanged by 30 men?

Well, you could ride these men's dicks one by one, but that's not really a gangbang, more like running a train.

You could ride one of their dicks while you're sucking on another dick and masturbating 2 other cocks in front of your face while 2 other wrestlers are rubbing the tips and heads of their penises in circles on your areolas and jerking their cocks off, while several other wrestlers are jerking off in front of your face and your hands sometimes take turns to crank up and down their shafts, masturbating them, as well as taking turns to suck on their cocks as well, and each wrestler in that sauna all gets a turn to do that or have that happen to them.

You've had a gangbang like that in the summer of '97, where wrestlers from the WWF and WCW had exercised at the same gym, and you invited the sexiest wrestlers in the WWF to the locker room of a gym, where you had this gangbang with them, and after they had all jizzed, you let who you thought were the sexiest men in WCW to do the same gangbang these WWF men did, and after they jizzed, the last ones you let do the same aforementioned gangbang to you were some other hot men from the WWF.

In fact, those hot men from WCW you had a gangbang with are some of the same men you're fantasizing about tonight.

That was one of the happiest and best days of your life, and probably their lives as well.

That was probably the only time, for now, anyway, where these men from WCW had sex with you.

Either way, you were trying to fantasize about getting gangbanged by the hottest men from the WWF, WCW and even a few hotties from ECW as well in a sauna.

While you tried to fantasize about this, your fingers had reached one of your nipples, which had become erect, and you love the feel of your nipples being rubbed and tweaked, you love that feeling even more than having your clit rubbed.

Thank God you're fantasizing about this at the right time, and the pads of your fingers at your nipple began to rub horizontally left and right, back and forth on your areola.

You actually have pressed your fingers on your clitoris before, and it feels really good, you can feel a little something under your vagina, so as you rubbed your areola, the pads of your fingers this time pressed down on your clitoral hood, pressing until you feel a hard surface under your vagina where you can feel something.

You bit your bottom lip and slightly arched your head back, your toes curled and bunched up, your lips trying to block a moan from being released.

Thank God that you didn't have anyone in bed with you to hear you moan.

Your moans sound more like a gasp than an orgasmic moan, and chills were running down your spine while you masturbated yourself.

You tried to make your fingers vertically rub up and down your clitoris while they were also pressing down on it as well, did it work?

Somewhat, yeah.

Rubbing faster might do the trick in making you cum as well, so you increased the pace when you rubbed your clit, rubbing faster than usual.

You didn't just rub your clit vertically, but also rubbed your clitoris around in circles with the pads of your fingers.

Getting gangbanged by several WWF, WCW and a few ECW wrestlers isn't the only thing that's sexy.

You've been gangbanged in locker rooms several times, and so your mind began to imagine being in a locker room instead, where you're getting gangbanged by these sexy aforementioned WWF, WCW and a few ECW wrestlers that you imagined being gangbanged in a sauna with.

You imagined being stark naked with these aforementioned wrestlers swarming all around you, masturbating several of these wrestlers' cocks in front of your face and tits and taking turns to suck their dicks and lick their shafts, getting their precum and jizz all over your face and breasts and in your mouth, where you swallow their cum.

Plus, you could maybe even ride one or 2 of these wrestler's cocks; one is in your pussy and the other in your asshole.

As you fantasized of this, your fingers on your areola began to switch this time; putting your nipple in between the pad of your thumb and index finger, where you began to tweak and pinch that nipple, turning it a bit.

You tried rubbing your clit even faster than usual fantasizing about this, and you really want something like this.

High pitched little moans are coming out of your mouth, and you hope that the neighbors next door won't hear them.

It's gonna probably take some time until you really do cum.

Your pussy feels like it's getting wetter and wetter and releasing something through the pores of your vagina while you're masturbating, and you're breathing short little gasps as you masturbate yourself.

You haven't been faking your orgasm tonight, you really do feel this way when you're touching yourself, and you keep elevating yourself up more and more.

You've also been trying to stay awake and not fall asleep despite your eyes being closed and eyelids feeling heavy.

Like your nipple, your fingers then began to place your clitoris in between the pads of your index finger and thumb, where you squeezed and pressed your clit together.

You've tried this before, and it feels really good too.

You can feel a little something down there when you're squeezing your clit together.

Goddamn it, you really want some of these hot men from WCW and the WWF right now, but at least when you can have these hot men from the WWF and you've had them many times.

You removed your thumb off of your nipple, and this time, you began to run the tip of your index finger on your areola in circles over and over again.

While these sexual fantasies are pretty hot, are these the perfect gangbangs?

Now some of these men are undeniably hot, like Shawn Michaels, Hunter Hearst Helmsley, Jeff Hardy, Rob Van Dam, Scott Hall, and Jim Powers, but then there's Brian Pillman, who's the least sexiest out of all of these men.

You're also unsure if you should have Jeff Jarrett and Sparky Plugg in these fantasies, hell, even the name Sparky Plugg is corny (so is his gimmick).

Speaking of fantasies, you've heard of something known as a glory hole, which can sometimes be when someone is in a stall and there's one or more holes drilled in the stalls, and men poke and stick their penises in those holes where someone sucks and jerks those cocks off.

You even tried to recreate a glory hole not once, but twice in the summer of '97.

You imagined yourself in a narrow little stall, like the stall to a changing room, with several holes drilled in the sides, and those holes were filled with the penises of these sexy wrestlers you've been fantasizing about tonight.

In your fantasy, your fingers are wrapped around their shafts and masturbating their dicks, one cock is aiming at your face while another is pointing at one of your breasts, and while you're jerking them off you're sucking and licking on one wrestler's penis and swallowing his precum.

Each of these penises get a chance to get sucked, licked and masturbated in this fantasy, all of their precum gets in your face, in your mouth, down your throat and on your tits, and your hands are scrambling to another penis to pump their cocks quickly.

One thing that you've noticed that feels really good is when you rub your fingers over your clothed clitoris and areola, so your hand vertically elevated up your vagina and exited out of your panties, and lifted your hand out of under your shirt.

The tips of your fingers were a little gooey and wet from rubbing your moist pussy, despite your fingers rubbing your clit, not being up your twat, though you can always clean your fingers off with your mouth.

You placed the tips of your fingers over your clothed breast as well as your fingers over your clitoris shielded by your panties, where you began to vertically rub your fingers up and down your clit whereas your other fingers rubbed horizontally back and forth across your areola covered by your t-shirt this time.

This feels really, really good. If you've never done anything like this, I reccomend it.

The fabric of your panties nudged and attached to your areola and vagina, and you can feel your nipple poking and pointing through your T-shirt.

As you rubbed and masturbated yourself, you continued imagining that glory hole fantasy, imagining you're sucking and licking the hottest wrestler's cock like Shawn Michaels or Jeff Hardy, swallowing his precum, while you're masturbating Scott Hall's dick pointing at your face and jacking off Jim Powers' dick pointing at your tits.

Eventually, your mind drifts to fantasizing of sucking Hunter Hearst Helmsley, Rob Van Dam, Scott Hall or Jim Powers while jerking off Shawn Michaels, Jeff Hardy, the Renegade or even Scott Putski, and then the aforementioned ones getting their dicks jacked off get their cocks sucked as well.

Don't worry, even the likes of Brian Pillman, Bret Hart, Davey Boy Smith, and others get their dicks sucked and jerked off as well.

You're definitely not fantasizing of sucking and jacking off the really ugly wrestlers like most of the Dudley brothers from ECW, eeeech.

You actually wish you were a man, a gay man even, so that way, you can masturbate and jack off to these sexual fantasies you're having tonight.

One thing you haven't done tonight is try to put your fingers up your twat, maybe you can do that.

You wanna save the best for last; fantasizing about sucking and jacking off the hottest male wrestlers ever.

Maybe they'll make you cum, that's why you're saving the hottest and sexiest ones for last.

You're trying to rub your fingers over your clothed clitoris not just vertically, but horizontally, as well as rubbing your clit around in circles.

You're also rubbing the tips of your fingers over your fabric covered areola around in circles, you can feel your nipple sticking out in the middle.

You rubbed your clit fast and quick, running the pads of your fingers in circles over your clit.

You moaned and gasped while you rubbed your clit, your head arching back and your face and head looking like it's in an orgasmic state.

As you masturbated yourself, you fantasizing of sucking Shawn Michaels' cock, licking up his shaft and swallowing his precum, while you jerked off Rob Van Dam and Scott Hall, your fingers quickly moving to another shaft to masturbate Jeff Hardy, Jim Powers and Hunter Hearst Helmsley.

And in your fantasy, you grabbed another cock and moved it to your mouth, leaving Shawn's dick out of your mouth and sucking on Jeff Hardy or Rob Van Dam or Scott Hall while you jack off Shawn Michaels.

You mumbled and bit your lip, holding your moans back, and then, suddenly, your pussy had creamed, your twat becoming wetter than ever before, gushing your salty, slippery cum.

Your clitoris pounded and throbbed after you had came, and y'know how when you cum and you're a female, sometimes it feels like you've only came a little bit?

That wasn't the case with you.

While you didn't burst like a fire hydrant when you came, you were definitely wet in the panties, and you didn't pee your panties.

Despite that you've finally came, since you didn't get the chance to insert your fingers inside your twat, you lifted one of your hands off of your underwear and slid them down your panties, until your fingers touched your wet, slippery vulva.

Even though you're wearing panties, with your index and middle fingers attached to each other, to tried to insert those 2 fingers up your pussy hole, not your urethra where pee comes out, but the hole many cocks have entered; the hole babies are born from and menstrual blood flows out.

The tips of your fingers slowly were entering and penetrating into your wet twat hole, stretching your walls apart, and when your fingers were inside enough your cunt hole, you began to make those fingers fuck you like it's a penis, your fingers moving back and forth inside your pussy hole.

You didn't just fingerbang yourself, but you also pressed your thumb on your clit, moving your clit around in circles with your thumb, as well as still continued rubbing your fingers on your areola covered by fabric.

As you finger fucked yourself, you fantasized of these WWF, WCW and some ECW wrestlers you thought were sexy "running a train" on you, where they're all waiting in line to fuck you and each of them get a turn one by one.

You eventually got tired of finger fucking yourself, so you slid your fingers out of your twat, your fingers now gooey and sticky, but you moved your thumb off of your clit and started rubbing your clitoris with your fingers.

You rubbed your clit vertically, horizontally, and in circles with the tips and pads of your fingers.

You may as well call it a night right now, and you waited to drift off to sleep while still masturbating yourself.

When you were waiting and trying to fall asleep, you thought of these wrestlers you've fantasized about tonight all rubbing and caressing your naked body with body wash in a locker room shower, lathering your body up with foam, and they all get chances and have their hands traveling all over your body, while your hands are trying to touch on each of their chests and arms as well, rub the foamy body wash on their skin, trying to put your hands on their body parts and vertically caress them.

You have so many hot sexual fantasies with wrestlers that could be porn, and you even acted out some of your sexual fantasies with these professional wrestlers you've fantasized about.

When you woke up in the morning, your hand was still down your panties, though you still didn't continue masturbating when you fell asleep.

Y'know, Cyndi Lauper was one of the reasons the WWF blew up in popularity in the 1980's, she even guest starred in the WWF and had professional wrestlers and wrestling managers in her music videos.

And one of her most notorious songs is a song called "She Bop", about her masturbating.

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I actually tried fantasizing of getting gangbanged by so many hot men from the WWF, WCW and some from ECW (maybe even a few from modern WWE, NXT and AEW too) while I masturbated last night.

#wcw #wwf #ecw #1997 #90s #fanfiction

[hopeiveryoverwatchocrp]

Soooo I’m highly considering doing that blog revamp I mentioned earlier, but I’m gonna start off by adding two of my oc’s first to get a feel for running a multi-blog. 

So, allow me to introduce you to:

Schyuler - face claim: Rachel Nichols (specifically G.I. Joe) Age: 19 (might subject to change as I’m currently writing a fanfic and will update to her age at the end of her story) Gender: Female - she/her Sexuality: Straight 

This is my World of Warcraft OC! A human monk fighting for the Alliance whilst trying to uncover the secrets of her past! She often works with the SI:7 as a member of King Wrynn’s security detail/bodyguard. 

Want to learn more of her story? Link to fanfic Find Where I Belong on AO3: (X)

Madeline Shrike - face claim: Selena Gomez Age: 21 - (DLC: 41) Gender: Female - she/her/they/them Sexuality: Bisexual 

This is my Assassin’s Creed OC (specifically Syndicate but I can do AU’s too). She is a street magician who loves to perform tricks and uses her skills to aid The Rooks in causing trouble for the Blighters. 

Want to learn more of her story? Link to oneshots Ace of Hearts on AO3: (X)

#here are two of my babies ;-; #I love them #full bios will be shared soon! #and I'm still working on a new blog name #^^' #I'm too attached as basic as it sounds tho #&&update #&&Swords? Why not use your fists; Schyuler #&&Never reveal your secrets; Madeline #assassin's creed oc #world of warcraft oc #rp #yeeeaaaahhh #i've already shipped Madeline with Jacob #for years LOL #I'm sorry i just really love him

[wasithard]

I was tagged by @rosesau and @pjo (sorry allison it wont let me tag you ;() to do this! Thank you <3 <3 

📣 Rules: answer the questions and tag 9 people you want to get to know better or catch up with

❤ Three ships: Percabeth (obviously). Joe/Nicky from The Old Guard have been ruling my heart for the past week and a bit though. I’ve started reading fanfic for them which is when you know a ship will be sticking around for a while and is not just a passing phase. And yesterday I got back on my Kala/Wolfgang (Sense8) shit somehow.......god the YEARNING.

🎶 Last song: Ring by Selena Gomez!!!! What a groove. Also if anyone has any song recs for songs that are drum heavy with great lyrics hmu. 

📺 Last movie: THE OLD GUARD 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖. I’m obsessed. I adore it. I think about it all the time. I was going to watch Enola Holmes yesterday but I took a nap instead. Might watch it today. 

📚 Currently reading: I’m about halfway into Brisingr from The Inheritance Cycle by Christopher Paolini, which I’m reading for my cousin and am not entirely attached to but I WILL finish. I also started rereading Crooked Kingdom by Leigh Bardugo a couple of weeks ago so I’m alternating between them depending on my mood but holy shit.....Six of Crows really owns my entire heart what an incredible two books. I also love audiobooks and am currently listening to a recorded dramatisation of Maya Angelou’s autobiographies - I’m up to her 2nd one: Gather Together in My Name.

I’m tagging: @simpercy (when u come back i miss u), @calamitous-love, @hoarderoffandoms, @skatersokka, @nerdylizj, @bipercabeth, @amyscascadingtabs, @judoflipped and @kelseykreppels.

#tagged #thank you seed & allison! <3 #teriza tag