#fc barcelona

[lamine-19]

“are you okay?” oh my god no but for the purposes of this conversation yes i’m fine

[47foden]

okay I have an idea for jobe, Jude, or kylian Mbappe or all three where you do the prank where you ask them if they are allowed to get dessert or like a pasta instead of a salad or something like that I think that would be really fun! And maybe it be in front of their team or parents or something! Thanks

ALLOWED w/ l. yamal, k. mbappe, & ju. bellingham

inwhich! you pull the “am i allowed to have __” prank on your boyfriend his front of his closest people.

frannytalks! HAPPY BIRTHDAY LA NIÑA MALA!! i was supposed to upload two things for him today, but i got so caught up, i apologize. :’) (also i replaced jobe with lamine since its his bday, but more jobe content coming soon!) don’t forget to join my taglist(s) here!

lamine yamal (birthday boy!)

you had taken lamine and his immediate family out to dinner for his birthday. lamine was always the sweetest and most loving boyfriend to you, you had zero complaints other than the amount of time he’d spend on football.

you surprised him with a fancy restaurant that he’d been wanting to try for at least a year now, but never did because he said it was too much money. kenye was ecstatic and his parents were surprised, but not too surprised since they know how much you love him.

the waiter came by to ask for drinks, you made sure to give lamine a certain look when you told the waiter you wanted water. you noticed his mother looked over and squinted her eyes slightly, but didn’t say anything just yet.

“so, how have you two been, with the whole moving in situation?” lamine’s mother asked as the waiter made his way out.

you look over to lamine, pretending you need his permission to speak, he gives you a confused nod and you take that as a green light, “it’s been good, still needs decorating though.”

she nods suspiciously and his dad steps in, “and with his football schedule?” he asks.

lamine talks this time, “she’s been enjoying it, more time to herself with me annoying her,” he jokes, winking at you, you give a short laugh and nod.

the waiter finally made his way back and asked for our orders, you waited until everyone took theirs to do your prank. you bit your lip and looked over to lamine nervously.

“am i allowed to get the pasta this time?” you ask with pleading eyes.

lamine’s face immediately dropped and turned white, the waiter paused, and his mother immediately spoke, “lamine yamal nasraoui ebana.” she said in a stern voice.

“get whatever you want honey,” she smiled at you, “get her the pasta, thank you.” she told the waiter as he nodded and left again.

“lamine what is wrong with you?” she said, furrowing her eyebrows.

his dad spoke up, “that is not the way you treat your woman, son.” he shook his head no, disappointed.

“what!? i don’t know what she’s talking about!” he defended himself, looking at you in shock.

“you told me to lay off a few pounds the other week.” you mumbled.

he almost laughed, “what? you’re out of your mind.”

lamine’s father stood up and started to walk towards the other side where you two were sitting, you immediately waved your hands close to your chest.

“no, no, it’s just a prank!” you said nervously, “i’m sorry.”

his mom let out a grateful sigh, “you scared me!” she said, putting her hand on her chest.

lamine put his hand on your thigh, “i’m eating half of your pasta.” he whispered.

-

kylian mbappe

kylian had invited you to have lunch with his team before he went off to training in madrid for a while, you obviously accepted, but you weren’t letting him go without pulling a prank on him.

your salad had arrived first, before everyone else’s meal and you poked at it for a few seconds. then, you quietly looked over at kylian.

“can i ask you something?” you spoke just loud enough for him to hear.

he looked up from his pasta that had just arrived, “yeah?”

you lowered your voice, “i don’t really want the salad anymore.”

he shrugged, “that’s okay.”

you looked toward the waiter walking past, “i kind of want the truffle pasta instead.”

he smiled, rubbing your lower back, “then order it.” he nodded towards the waiter.

you hesitated, “are you sure you’re okay with that?”

he instantly frowned, giving you a confused look, “why wouldn’t i be?”

you shifted in your seat, “because it’s a lot heavier than this.”

“and?” he said, this time patting your thigh, looking at his teammates, scared.

you looked down at your salad, “i know you’ve been trying to get me to eat a little cleaner.” you said, making sure it was loud enough for everyone to hear.

then, conversation around the table stopped, and vinícius slowly lowered his fork.

rodrygo looked directly at kylian. “bro?”

kylian looked around the table, and back at you, betrayed, “i have been trying to what!?”

you held in your laugh, “i just didn’t want you thinking i wasn’t listening.”

vinícius leaned back in his chair, “kylian.” he said, while giving him a dirty look, “she eats ‘clean’ enough, look at her.”

jude smiles at you, “why are you controlling what your girl eats, mate?”

“no, i’m not controlling what she eats!” kylian raised his voice slightly, pleading.

camavinga stared at him, “oh, so you’re just one of those ‘just have a salad’ guys?” he asked.

“absolutely not!” he said, laughing out of disbelief, “she’s lying to you all!”

rodrygo shook his head, “that’s awful, kylian.”

jude couldn’t stop smiling, sensing it wasn’t true, “mate, if this is true, you’re finished.”

“i promise on everything, i have never once told her what to eat.” he laughs, throwing up his hands.

you looked up at him, “so i can order the pasta?” you ask, finally laughing into his shoulder, lifting up your phone to show you were recording.

“now, i don’t know if you can.” he rolls his eyes and pats your head.

-

jude bellingham

the waiter smiled politely as he finished taking everyone’s food order. he looked around the table one last time before writing down the last few drinks.

“anything else?” he asked, tapping his pen on the notepad.

you looked at the menu again. your finger grazed absentmindedly against the list of drinks before you turned toward jude.

“i was thinking about getting one of those strawberry refreshers.” you spoke quietly.

he nodded without even looking up, “okay love.”

you hesitated, trying to make it believable, “are you sure?” you asked softly, “that it’s okay i mean.”

jude looked over at you, “yeah?” he answered, confused.

you glanced back at the waiter, “it’s got like sixty grams of sugar.” you pause for a second, and now his whole family is looking at you, “i know you’ve been telling me i should probably cut back a little.”

jude’s eyebrows practically disappeared into his hairline, “i’ve been telling you what?” he asked.

you nod, closing your lips together, “i just wanted to check first.”

the waiter awkwardly lowered his pen, looking between you two.

denise slowly turned toward her son, “jude victor william.”

then this father closed the menu in his hands shut, “is there something you’d like to tell us?” he asked calmly.

“what!?” jude said, his eyes widening.

joke smirked, definitely aware of the prank you were pulling on him, “hold on, he leaned forward, “are you rationing her drinks?” he asked.

“no!” jude answered immediately, nodding his head left and right.

you bit your lip to stop yourself from smiling as you watched denise cross her arms.

“because i raised you to mind your own plate.” she said, raising her eyebrows and giving him a look.

mark nodded in agreement, “your mother doesn’t even tell me what i can order, let alone me telling her!”

jude looked between all three of them, “i have literally never told her she can’t drink anything!”

you looked down at the menu again, “so, the refresher’s okay then?” you asked quietly.

he stared at you, “baby, you can order whatever you want, whenever.” he laughs, “hell, you could order four of them.”

jobe couldn’t help but laugh, but he tried to play it off by looking away and wiping his face.

jude pointed at his younger brother, “he’s cracking,” he said, squinting his eyes at you.

“you’re supposed to be helping me!” you said in between your teeth while giving him a light kick under the table.

“i couldn’t help it! you should’ve seen his face.” jobe grinned, “best laugh i’ve had in a while.”

you finally picked up your phone from against your glass, “thank you.” you laughed.

jude saw the recording and closed his eyes shut, “i cannot believe my entire family thought i was policing your sugar intake.”

mark reached over and patted him on the shoulder, “i’ll be honest,” he said clearing his throat, “i was about thirty seconds away from having a private father-son conversation.”

jude’s face dropped and the whole table laughed, you clung onto his arm, giving him a couple pecks to make him feel better before whispering in his ear, “i’m sorry.”

-

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[sakagoals]

my friend — World Cup players summary: in which you attempt to prank them by calling them “my friend”. pairing: wc players x reader (jude bellingham, erling haaland, john stones, lamine yamal, & kylian mbappe) warnings: fluff + one minor hint of consensual activities but nothing in detail a/n: saw this trend on tik tok xx luv u all

ERLING HAALAND

his face slackens. did you just call him friend? he couldn’t believe it. moving his eyes off the camera, he looks at you. you continued on like nothing happened, smiling happily into the camera while you showed off the new clothing items you bought.

“friend?” he says with evident disgust that makes your stomach drop. “I’m not your fucking friend.” he glares at you, heat spreading up and down your body under his glare.

“it’s just a prank, baby.”

“better fucking be.” he snaps, his thumb pressing the button to stop recording, “I’m about to show you how unfriendly I am. get on your knees.”

KYLIAN MBAPPE

“who?” he turns in both directions searching for this “friend” who was going to help you unbox your pr. coming up empty, he looks back at the phone camera, and points at his chest, “I’m the friend?” he asks, alarmed.

“well yeah we’re friends.” you say, turning your back to the camera and looking up at him. he’s seated on the couch behind you. his eyes are piercing into yours with anger and confusion.

“I’m your boyfriend, I’m not some casual friend.”

“babe, it’s just a prank.”

“redo the video, I’m not letting anyone see you call me friend.”

JUDE BELLINGHAM

“huh?!” he nearly jumps out of his own skin at the word. he could’ve sworn years ago he asked you to be his girlfriend, but now standing beside you in a video, he can’t help but wonder if it was all in his head.

“you know I’m your boyfriend.” jude whispered, just loud enough for the camera to pick up the words, but soft enough for you to stop what you were doing.

“but we are friends?”

scoffing at your innocence, he shakes his head, “I don’t think friends do what we do in bed—“

“jude!” you smack him with your hand, face turning bright red.

“yeah,” he points his index finger at the camera, slightly shoving you out of view, “that’s my girlfriend, we are not friends.”

JOHN STONES

looking down at the expensive silver medal wrapped around his finger, he looks up into the camera with confusion. sure, you vowed to be friends and more intimately, life partners, but there was no way in hell you were just friends.

“rewind for a sec,” he puts his hand out as a gesture of pausing, “aren’t we married?” he looks down at the gigantic diamond resting on your finger that nearly blinds him every morning in the sunrise. he sure as shit didn’t cry to you in a white dress just to be friends.

“yeah?” you ask, playing confused.

“so why the fuck am I your friend?”

laughing, you shake your head, “it’s just a prank, John.”

relief washes over him as he presses his hand to his pounding heart, “thank fuck.”

LAMINE YAMAL

he instantly picks his head up from his phone. friend? he was the only person in the room, there was no one else here beside your boyfriend.

“what did you just call me?” he asks. you were out of view from the camera, changing into one of your outfits that was an option you’d show the camera to wear to his upcoming match.

“my friend. you’re going to help me decide what to wear.”

shaking his head, he threw down his phone in frustration, “is this because I wouldn’t massage your feet?” he asks, thinking this was such a weird way to get back at him but he wouldn’t be surprised if so.

“what? no, it’s just a prank.” you laugh. walking over to him, you sit down on his lap, “though now come to think of it, you should massage my feet or else I’m posting the video.” you point to the phone that’s been recording the entire conversation.

“fine, lay down.”

[versains]

LAMINE YAMAL and his brother after Spain's 2-1 victory over Belgium

[sainzzbrina]

winner

all the different moments of celebrating the world cup with ferran!!

you sat in the stands with his family, your hands wrapped tightly around your lucky necklace your boyfriend, ferran, had given you.

you silently pray, hope, for some more action from spain, the long lasting 0-0 making your heart pound a little more every second.

then before you can even process what’s happening, pedro porro makes a perfect pass to nico, that ends up ricocheting to ferran, who then kicks it perfectly and heavily into the net, leaving the argentinian golie on the floor.

you jump, you scream, you hug his sister, then his mom, and you feel his fathers hand rubbing your back, all of you with tears in your eyes, seeing ferran happily, even shocked with himself, destroying the corner flag, quickly swarmed by his teammates.

your eyes meet briefly and the look on his face immediately softens when he sees your shoulders shake with tiny sobs behind your proudest smile, throat already sore from screaming so much.

the game continues, intense, fiery and, most of all, dominated by spain, by your boyfriend. and when the final whistle blows, it’s like wind was knocked out of your lungs, for a second you even go dizzy with the atmosphere around you.

you chant with the rest of the spaniards, one arm draped around his sister, the other up in the air.

grabbing your phone, you make sure to take a picture of your boyfriend sitting on the edge of the little stage, kissing the most important trophy in the world that he earned.

family are then allowed down to the field. you follow behind his, letting them hug him first, letting them have their moment and taking a few pictures ferran would definitely get emotional at later.

ferran gives his last hug before you’re the only one left to have a moment with him, and the second he opens his arms you jump into them, tears rushing down your cheeks.

“fer, god- i couldn’t be prouder, i knew you would do it, te amo, te amo muchísimo” you hug his neck, legs at his sides, supported by one of his hands while the other rests on your hair, kissing the side of your head, your shoulder, anything he could get his lips on, in the sweetest way possible.

“i know, i couldn’t have done it without you.” he smiles charmingly, always trying to push himself down humbly.

“ferran, you did this. you earned this. you kept your head high even though everyone was pushing it down. give yourself some credit for once, please.”

“no, i know, but you’re the one who stood by my side, celebrated my goals and made me brownies when i lost so i’d feel better. you’re the only one who manages to get me out of my head when im eating myself alive. i wouldn’t even be in this field right now if it weren’t for your patience.” he admits, cupping your cheek, his eyes glistening with unshed tears.

“well i’m really happy you are…” you sniffle, finally landing your lips on his in an emotion heavy kiss, both of you demonstrating what words couldn’t say.

you pull away, brushing his messy, sweaty hair off his face with a chuckle, not a teasing one, a heartfelt one, unbelieving of the situation, admiring him.

“i love you so much, fer, im so proud of you.”

“i know, amor, i love you too, more than any trophy.”

“no, you definitely love this trophy more than me, and honestly, i don’t blame you.” you shrug with a smile, finally having your feet on the ground.

he laughs in response, pressing a fat kiss to your temple, cupping your face with one hand, his thumb and pointer pressing deep on either one of your cheeks, pulling you to take pictures with the heavy golden award, laughing when you couldn’t hold it up properly.

ferran couldn’t be happier right there, and neither could you.

bonus!!

you let ferran celebrate with his teammates freely, promising you’d take care of him so he could drink as much as he wanted to.

soon enough you get a call from markus from ferran’s phone, telling you he needs you to come get him.

giggling to yourself, you get to where the players where, seeing the other wags in not so different situations.

“amor! pedri kissed me on the cheek! i told him i have a girlfriend but he didn’t listen…” ferran slurred, shaking his head.

“it’s okay, bebé, you’ve kissed his cheek too.” you laugh.

“what? am i a cheater?” he gasps, getting up as you pull him.

“no, fer, everything is okay.” you sling one of his arms around your shoulder, practically carrying him up to your shared hotel bedroom.

he immediately collapses on the bed, sighing happily.

“here, water.” you rub his back so he’d get up, only earning a groan in response. “vamos, fer, you have to take a shower still.”

ferran only flips, his back now against the bed, his lazy smile growing at the sight of you.

“qué pasó?” you ask, attentive to see if he felt like throwing up, ferran was always the weak type.

“did i tell you i love you?” he slurs.

“yeah, a couple times today” you smile back at him, giggling, taking off the ridiculous sunglasses he wore messily on his rebel hair.

“bueno, te amo, te amo más que todo” ferran says with conviction, followed by a hiccup.

“i know, fer, i love you too” you kiss his nose, making him let out a half hum, half giggle. “now let’s drink our water, yeah?” he finally agrees, lifting himself up by his elbows to drink up.

that sobers him up enough to get him in the shower, washing off the festivities.

the two of you collapse on the bed, cozy beneath the covers, probably only a few minutes away from sunrise.

bonus two!!

you wake up with ferran’s dramatic groaning beside you.

“buenos dias, campeón” you smile, kissing his shoulder.

“hmm, hey, i appreciate you letting me celebrate, but don’t let me ever do that again” he slides on hand onto his head, rubbing it as his eyes shut tightly.

you only giggle in response, pointing at his filled water bottle and meds on his bedside table, already having prepared for this outcome.

“i don’t know if it’s my migraine but you’re looking a lot like an angel to me right now” he smirks, kissing your cheek in thankfulness.

you snort, patting his chest before getting up, stretching before walking to the bathroom.

“woah, hold on a second…” ferran’s voice drops a tone at the sight of you in practically nothing but his shirt, the FERRAN and the number seven practically glowing on your back.

“what?” your boyfriend’s lazy smirk guides you back into bed, crawling towards him. “what?” you ask again with a laugh.

“i’ve been cured.” he states, attacking your neck, laying you down, laying over you, holding his weight up on one of his elbows and one of his hands, making all his muscles pop.

your kisses keep going naturally, hands gliding over each other, tongues curling against the other.

“jesus- why wasn’t i celebrating all last night with you” he groans, earning a giggle from you, who quickly shut up when his hands wandered under his shirt you wore.

i’m so so so proud of him 🥹🥹🥹 so happy for spainnnnn!!!! hope he celebrates all he deserves 🦈🦈

[dollarbillsflying]

basically just ferran being shy when they mention “oh ferran oh ferran” yeah that’s it but make it beachy.

you’re enjoying the sun and the crashing of waves on deck of the yatch your boyfriend, scored winning goal and a world cup champion, ferran had rented for the couple weeks of vacation he had, you two deciding on ibiza for some time of rest and relaxation before he had to return to a life full of training, diet and way too much time away from you, for your liking.

superestrella by aitana blasting in the background, the way it had been for the past, what was it? three days now?

when you feel a hand on your ass interrupting the meditation you had going. closing your book and lowering the sunglasses on the bridge of your nose to look at him, with a raised eyebrow when you notice his expression. “what’s going on?”

“they are never going to let it go” he groans burying his face in the back of your neck, you snort rolling to lay on your back so you could see him better and he decides to take it as an opportunity to rest on top of you full weight.

“oooh ferran?” you ask, with a smirk you can’t quite contain, which, receives a scowl from him when he notices. you’ve been having so much fun ever since the sound went viral and the endless teasing on his teammates part started.

“i see.” playing with the strands of his hair, you think of how girls started thirsting over your boyfriend: with edits on tiktok (which, by the way, you never fail to share with him) and the increase of followers on instagram. you were happy people were finally noticing what you’ve always known: the amazing person and talent that this man had.

how humble. and kind. and caring. and oh so devoted he was: to family, to his team, friends. and especially to you. being able to experience all of him first hand, it still blows your mind the extraordinary human being ferran torres is.

“what are you thinking?” you’re pulled out of your daydreaming by his voice against your ribcage.

“how lucky i am, to be with someone like you. and how much i love you.”

“oh god” he sounds almost pained, you’re about to speak again when his mouth is capturing yours in a slow intimate kiss that makes your brain short circuit.

you quickly melt into the kiss, pulling him closer as his hand travels down your body kneading the flash on the back of your thigh, making you tighten your legs around his waist succumbing to his kisses. mouth going slack when you feel his tongue licking into your mouth, your hand dangerously close to pulling down the front of his shorts.

“oh ferran oh ferran” you hear behind you in a over excessively sexual and high pitched tone to belong to marcos llorente, making you separate.

pulling down your glasses to at least cover your eyes and hold to the last bit of dignity you’ve got left while ferran’s head drops to chest exasperated “i’m never hearing the end of this” he complains in a whiny voice.

“that’s on you for being too hot.” you pat his shoulder sympathetically, pressing one last kiss to the top of his head.

safe to say that he spent hours on that deck trying to avoid any of his friends and get bullied.

[swirlandiacitizen]

lamine yamal nsfw alphabet

minors dni. 18+ content below the cut

A - aftercare (what they’re like after sex) 

he’s young, and to be quite honest, i can’t imagine him as the stereotypical gentleman after sex. like most teenage boys, after he’s done, he’s tired and just wants to lay down and cuddle. the most maybe wiping you down and ensuring you pee, then cuddles til you both fall asleep.

B - body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

his is your waist in both sexual and non sexual situations, his hand is always on it, as a handle to keep you close (and deeper when he’s fucking you)

your favorite body part of his is his thighs. constantly running around on the pitch has made them quite strong and you love taking them for a ride after a long day.

C - cum (anything to do with cum basically

refuses to cum inside. it’s a dream of his to do so one day, but right now, there’s no room for any mistakes or accidents. even with birth control. will fuck you until he can tell he’s about to cum, then at the last minute pull out and finish on your stomach or back. he loves watching his cum spread across your face and mouth when you’re giving him head, and loves when you swallow even more

D - dirty secret (pretty self explanatory)

he sometimes screen records your very innocent face time calls, to look back at them to jack off later. he’s spent many late night away from you, jacking off at recordings of you simply doing your makeup or trying on clothes.

another is that he wants to have sex in “public” at least once. there have been numerous times at games or events where he’s wanted to pull you into an empty room to have a quickie but was too scared to ask.

E - experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

he may be young, but that dick is well beyond his years. had a fair amount of experience from past girlfriends and casual flings so he was good off that alone, but he also made it a to learn your body so well to the point he probably knows how to pleasure you better than you do yourself. he knows exactly what he’s doing.

F - favorite position

as i said, his favorite body part is your waist, so any position that allows him to have his hands wrapped around them. missionary, doggy, cowgirl. once he can hold onto you, he loves it.

G - goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

i don’t think he’s out there cracking jokes, but when funny things happen he’s not afraid to chuckle . it just doesn’t happen often as usually he’s just so focused on you that nothing is that funny.

H - hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

probably not shaved. if anything he’d have a trim. once it’s clean and you’re not complaining, he’s fine.

I - intimacy ( how they are during the moment. the romantic aspect)

very intimate. as i said in g, he’s just so focused on you, and the moment you’re both in. he’s very loving and focused on both your pleasure.

J - jack off

if you seriously think any of these footballers don’t jack off you’re crazy, and if you think the 19 year old doesn’t you’re crazier. he probably doesn’t watch porn anymore, opting for his own collection of personalized tapes of you, doing something’s simple as drinking water on a call, or in a very compromising position with him as he recorded

K - kink (their kinks)

choking - he likes choking you. i haven’t nothing else to say

face sitting - the first time you both tried it, he fell in love. can’t go too long without withdrawal symptoms now

public sex - like i said, he really wants to try it, but clueless how to bring it up

sleep sex - loves when you let him cockwarm you the night before, so when he wakes up, he doesn’t have to do much to get you up as well and enjoy some slow, loving morning sex. he also gave permission to wake him up with head, and he’s transported to heaven and back everytime you take him up on that offer.

L - location (favorite places to do the do)

both your rooms mainly. as much as he’d love to have sex in a “public” situation, not when someone (particularly either of your families) can see. bathrooms sometimes, and when you share a hotel room, basically every single surface there.

M - motivation (what turns them on)

you in his jersey, you in shorts, you in cropped tops, you in a sundress, you laying in his bed, you making eye contact with him. basically just you existing

N - no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

anything to do with bodily waste, or another man. thats it. anything else, if you’re down, he’s down.

O - oral (give or receive)

he’s young and he’s a man. i’d like to be optimistic, but to be very honest he loves receiving. don’t get me wrong, he still goes down on you with skill (especially if you’ve had a long day, it you ask nicely) however, he just loves being sucked off. he likes when you struggle to take it, he likes hearing the light gags, he likes when you play with his balls. he just loves head.

P - pace (how slow or fast they are)

unless you say “can we go slow this time” or you’re both tired, but still need each other he’s just jack hammering. hes at the point where there’s so much sexual build up inside him it’s the best way to relieve himself. plus it feels good for you too. he likes fucking raw, rough, and regularly

(wrap it before you tap it tho thanks!!)

Q - quickie (their opinions on them)

1/4 of your sex with lamine is quickies. little pent up stress before he has to rush out the door, quickie. your mom is on her way home but he has a boner, quickie. his brother is focused on his toys for a bit and you look extra good, quickie. of course he prefers to take his time with you, but he enjoys quickies and is very efficient with them.

R - risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he’s down for everything. it’s more a conversation of if you’re comfortable with whatever it is. he loves the idea of taking risks, but just wants to make sure you’re good with everything first

S - stamina (how many rounds? how long do they last)

he’s paid millions to run around a huge field for upwards of 1.5 hours. he could go all night if he wanted. he did on your birthday. generally though, you tap out after 3/4 rounds.

T - toys(do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

i feel like he doesn’t like them that much. his ego thrives on the fact that he alone can make you cum. why use a toy when you have a lamine.

U - unfair (how much they like to tease)

LOVESSSS to ready you. will edge til your on the verge of tears. your foreplay is a bunch of teasing until you’re practically begging for him. he loves the little touches that rile you up just enough. he hates being teased though. he starts whining you get him all excited then stop. “it’s fine when i do it, but it hurts when you do it” is his favorite line

V - volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he quiet on the mf creek. doesn’t make that much noise other than grunts, heavy panting and occasionally moaning your name. he’s always on the quieter side sounds wise, however he always has something to say in your ear. if the dick wasn’t doing it for you (impossible btw) the dirty spanish he whispers most definitely was.

W - wild card (random headcannon for lamine)

would, and probably has stolen your panties for trips when you can’t come. just a little reminder of home.

X - x-ray (what’s underneath)

large and in charge! i’d say 7.5 inches, a bit wide, and curved slightly to the left. no one with an ego like his is fetching shrimp.

Y - yearning (how high is their sex drive)

he needs you all the time. in him, on top of him, something. anything. literally the thought of you makes him horny. just wants you 24/7.

Z - zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

takes maybe 20 minutes. wants to talk to you first and make sure you’re fine before he allows himself to drift off.