#cbf

day 107

Today is Brazil's first game on the fifa world cup! I hope we win!

reblogs are appreciated

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Silly mimic I made a while ago! Crimson mimic in terraria

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loophole ;;

fem!reader x matheus cunha (brazil)

where you give matheus a handjob as a consolation prize of sorts.

a/n: thank u for the request! i know they didn’t win but… 2 birds with one stone

day 3 of my world cup series ~

cw smut mdni

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after a bit of convincing, matheus finally got you to give him something he’s been wanting for a while.

he wasn’t supposed to be allowed this, but technically it wasn’t sex, was it? it was just a handjob.

but you still managed to make it feel so good. you were kneeling in front of him while he sat on his bed, head craned towards you while you worked your skilled fingers.

one hand was around his shaft, going up and down and up and down at a painfully slow pace, your thumb purposely grazing his tip every time you went up. the other hand was cupping his balls, giving it a light massage. just enough to stimulate, not enough to make him come.

“go faster, por favor,” matheus groaned, his hips bucking up into your hand to emphasise his point.

“maybe you should’ve played better.” you rolled your eyes before speeding up anyway.

he wanted to insist that he should’ve started, he would’ve done better if he did, but the words died on the tip of his tongue. your name just rolled off of it in soft groans and grunts.

he thrusted up into your fingers to match your pace, his hands scrambling to grip the sheets to steady himself. he looked down at you, the focused expression etched onto your face, and that strengthened his want to finish.

he felt the familiar warmth pool in his stomach, his pace becoming more erratic while his thighs tensed a little. you noticed the change in expression and knew he was close. so you moved your hand faster, now rotating it with your strokes too.

matheus’ eyes squeezed shut and with one final moan of your name, he came, the spurts of liquid dripping from his tip onto your arm.

he was breathless when he fell back onto the bed. his eyes darted towards your figure using tissue to wipe off the mess, before an idea popped into his head.

“if i play well next game, would you lick it off instead of cleaning it like that?”

you shot a fake disgusted look at him before bursting into laughter.

“you’re such a pervert.”

“and you’re not answering my question.”

“fine, i will. only if you score.”

“then i’ll score just for you.”