#atletico madrid oneshot

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that's the kind of love (I've been dreaming of)

Player: Mario Hermoso Words: 2458 Warnings: smut, daddy kink, degradation kink, dirty talk, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, misusing a leather belt/use of restraints, thigh riding, orgasm denial, size kink (I guess?) A/N: welp, this got out of hand 🙊 Inspired by this gif set and @mercedesjpg and my shared need for more Mario fics. Very much 18+ under the cut

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Although this is not how you anticipated your evening to end, you have very little regrets about how you ended up here. In all fairness, you did put on that silk mini dress hoping it would at least fluster your boyfriend a little bit, and judging by the bulge in his trousers as his hands grip the steering wheel, you have more than succeeded. 

“Upstairs,” Mario orders you as soon as you make it in the door, his voice leaving no room for argument and yet you can’t resist the urge.

“I was having fun baby, why did we have to leave early? I hadn’t seen Alice and Beatriz in ages,” you whine, a pout in place as you take the stairs and turn around to look at him when you make it to the landing. Mario pushes you against the wall outside of your bedroom, trapping you there with his body.

“Oh sweetheart, you know perfectly well why we left when we did,” he murmurs as his eyes rake over you. Even in the dim lighting you can see the mischievous twinkle in his blue eyes, which somehow seem even more blue. Biting your lip, you can’t help the quiet moan that leaves you as he drinks you in, lips quirked up in that smirk that sends your heart fluttering. You know he’s referring to the fact that you probably drank one too many glasses of wine, that you got a little too handsy with him on the dancefloor, that you couldn't stop grinding your ass against him. 

“Such a naughty girl,” Mario continues, a hand sliding up your thigh hiking up the skirt of your dress. It’ll probably only take him seconds to realise just how naughty you are when his hands only feel skin as he reaches your hip.

“Not just naughty, I see. My pretty baby is such a little slut,” he all but coos. It makes your clit throb, hearing him call you that. A whimper leaves you as your eyes flutter closed. Mario ghosts his lips over yours, moving to your ear.

“If I move my hand, just how wet will you be for me, hmm?”

“Mario-..,” you sigh, titling your face to grant him access to your neck as you grind against nothing, aching to relieve the pressure between your legs. 

“Answer me, sweetheart.” 

His lips press the faintest kisses along your jaw as Mario slowly makes his way down your neck.

“I’m-... I’m so wet, Mario,” you whisper. 

“Mm, I bet you are, baby. But I don’t think you’ve earned this cock yet,” he says against your skin, voice low and deep. The only reply you’re capable of is another whimper, which earns you a chuckle that reverberates in his chest. 

“You have 10 seconds to strip and kneel on the bed,” Mario whispers against your jaw before kissing your cheek and stepping back. It takes a second for his command to register through the fog of lust and alcohol, but as soon as it does you’re scrambling to make it into your bedroom as you pull your dress up over your head, trying not to trip in your four-inch-heels. Leaning against the footboard of the bed, you undo the straps of your heels, and after pulling the duvet back, you climb onto the bed. As you get into position, you see Mario leaning against the doorframe, unbuckling his belt. Standing there, he looks like every male love interest in those dark romances you keep getting recommended on TikTok; so tall and brooding, dressed in all black and his salt and pepper hair that drives you absolutely wild. He yanks his belt out of his trousers in one fluid motion and the anticipation of what he is going to do with it has you clenching around nothing. He walks over to the bed, a sensuality to his movements that makes your stomach flip as you watch him.

“Had you been a good girl and behaved, you would’ve gotten what you want, baby. But you had to go and be such a needy little slut, and you know what happens to needy girls, don’t you baby?” Mario all but purrs, rolling up the sleeves of his black dress shirt. You know he requires an answer, but you’re incapable of forming one so you just nod. Mario tuts at you, shaking his head.

“Words, sweetheart.”

“Y-yes. Needy girls get punished,” you whisper, looking up at Mario who grins back wickedly. He beckons for you to move closer to the edge of the bed. He kisses you tenderly, a hand resting against your cheek as his fingers curl around your jaw. 

“Remember our safe word?” he asks in a whisper, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. You wrap your hands around his wrists as he holds your face. 

“Peach,” you whisper back, resting your forehead against his. Mario smiles lovingly at you, kissing your forehead. 

“Love you,” he whispers against your skin and you murmur it back, stomach in knots in anticipation of him taking away the last bit of control. You love it when Mario allows you to just stop thinking for a while, to turn into his pretty girl. 

“Alright, pequeña, turn around,” Mario orders, using the signal you had agreed on years prior. You follow his command wordlessly, turning your back to him and crossing your wrists behind you. 

“I hate punishing my pretty baby, but you give me no choice princess,” Mario coos, tying your wrists with his leather belt. 

“I’m sorry, papí,” you mumble as he manhandles you into his lap. 

“Oh, you will be when I’m done with you,” he smirks, moving you in such a way you’re straddling one of his thighs while he sits on the edge of the bed. Your toes barely touch the floor and it makes it nearly impossible to keep your balance. 

“Show me how much you want this cock, princess,” Mario tells you, leaning back as he watches you struggle. The fabric of his trousers is rough against your dripping pussy and you gasp whenever you manage to drag your clit over his thigh. It’s impossible to really get anywhere, get the friction you need because of the way your hands are tied behind your back. You whimper and whine as you keep sliding off his thigh, only earning a dark chuckle every time he moves you back. It’s frustrating; every single time you feel it building in the pit of your stomach, you lose your footing and the orgasm peters out again. Mario knows exactly what he’s doing, breaking you down until you’re nothing more than a whimpering, sobbing mess and perhaps the most infuriating part is the fact that he doesn’t even break a sweat while doing so.

“Please, please…” you sob, your thighs quivering as you loll forward once more, colliding against his shoulder. 

“Please, what?” he replies, brushing your hair back from your face as he rights you on his thigh.

“Please papí, need your fingers, your cock, need you,” you mumble, whimpering as he tenses his thigh against your clit. 

“You’re such a desperate little slut, aren’t you, princess? Soaking my trousers, rutting against me,” Marcos coos, his voice honey sweet while his words are anything but. A strangled moan is the only sound you’re able to make as he flips you onto the bed, face first. He raises your hips with one of the throw pillows under your stomach. You slide your knees apart to keep your balance, and can’t help rocking back and forth as pleasure and anticipation sparks through your veins. 

“Already so wet for daddy,” Mario comments, hands resting on your ass, giving each cheek a squeeze. Your eyes flutter closed, head turned to the side. He slowly pushes two fingers into you and you let out a moan at the stretch. Mario sets a torturous slow pace, his thumb occasionally brushing against your clit. He’s teasing you, giving you just enough to keep you teetering on the edge. 

“Please, I need- need to cum, please…” you whisper, rocking back against his fingers. Your body feels like it’s on fire, desire and the need to orgasm taking over everything. 

“God, look at you. Greedy little thing, aren’t you? Always needing more,” Mario purrs, picking up the pace. He keeps his thumb pressed against your clit as he fucks you with his fingers. You rut against him, arching your back even more to give him better access. Mario keeps murmuring the filthiest words of praise and all you can do is moan into the sheets as you climax embarrassingly quick, muscles trembling while your orgasm drips out of you. 

You feel Mario’s hands gently undoing his belt, pressing kisses against your shoulder blades, rubbing soothingly against the thin red marks on your wrists where you struggled against the leather. Gingerly, you move your arms, the muscles in your shoulders protesting. With a groan, you stretch your arms in front of you. Mario flips you over, the pillow moved back in place under your hips. 

“Oh, I can’t wait to absolutely ruin you, princess,” he says, his voice husky, words sending a jolt of lust down your spine. You take in your boyfriend as he –finally– strips, moaning when you finally lay eyes on his hard cock. 

“My cock-hungry girl, desperate to be fucked,” Mario murmurs as he covers your body with his own, finally capturing your lips in a searing kiss. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you sigh into the kiss, pulling him closer as your hand slides into his hair. Unaware of your own body, you roll your hips against him. Mario’s hands grip your hips, holding you in place as he slides his cock through your folds.

“Is this what you want, baby?” 

Biting your bottom lip, you nod, fingers taking hold of the sheets.

“Use your words,” he tuts, stilling his movements. 

“Yes, yes, please, need your cock.. Papí, please.. Please..Fuck me,” you all but sob, hips undulating against nothing in sheer want. 

“Oh, you beg so prettily for my cock, baby. How can I say no to such a desperate slut? Isn’t that what you are, baby –daddy’s desperate little slut?” Mario purrs as he lines himself up. You nod, a strangled moan leaving you when he finally, finally enters you. The stretch has you panting as your body adjusts to his size and you feel so full. Mario moans as you clench around him, setting a pace that allows you to feel each drag of his cock against your walls. There’s nothing you can do but claw at the linens as you feel your second orgasm building. 

“Look at you, already on the brink. Love watching your tight little pussy take my cock, I can see it moving inside of you, baby,” Mario comments, resting a hand on your lower stomach. He pushes down ever so slightly as he keeps fucking you and you throw your head back with a scream as your orgasm tears through you, leaving you shaking and trembling. 

“Fuck, princess… You feel so good, so tight,” he moans, “so pretty, full of your papí’s cock. Gonna look even prettier with my cum dripping out of you.” 

The words barely register through the haze of lust post-orgasm, but you can’t help but moan, wanting nothing more than for him to fill you in whatever way he wants. 

“P-please.. More.. Need-.. Please…” you whimper, hips rolling against him. Mario’s hands slide up your thighs, fingers digging in where hip meets thigh tight enough to leave finger-shaped bruises. 

“You just came so hard you saw stars and you’re already begging for more? Oh my sweet girl, so needy,” he growls, snapping his hips against yours. You can hear how wet you are, can feel it dripping down onto the pillow still wedged under your hips. Mario hooks your legs over his and leans forward, pushing your thighs up and out. The change in angle allows him to enter you even deeper and you can’t help but moan and whine and sob. 

“Yes…” you hiss, digging your nails into the bedding. Mario can’t help but smirk as he sets a pace that has your brain short-circuiting. You can feel your orgasm building already, despite the fact you came not too long ago. It’s building like a wildfire, a slow heat that starts in the pit of your stomach, threatening to consume all of you. 

“Mm, your pussy is clenching around me so tight baby, fuck… You gonna cum for your daddy? Let me fill you up?” 

You let out a strangled moan as you nod, body wound so tight you’re afraid you’ll break into a million pieces once it snaps. Your fingers claw at Mario’s shoulders and back, needing to hold onto him as that fire keeps building until it’s too much and it pulls you under, consuming you whole. The last thing you’re aware of is Mario spilling deep inside of you with a roar as he leaves open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone and chest, and then it’s nothing but a loud ringing in your ears. 

You hiss out a breath at the feeling of Mario gently wiping a cloth over your over-stimulated core, trying to move away but your muscles have turned to jelly.

“I know sweetheart, I know,” Mario soothes you apologetically, pressing a gentle kiss to your hip as he finishes cleaning you up the best he can without running you a bath. He throws the flannel in the direction of the ensuite and moves the both of you to a dry spot on the bed.

“You did so good, my love,” he praises you, holding you close. You swallow around the sudden lump in your throat as your brain begins to catch up with your body. Mario’s words wash over you as you come down from your high. You know the real blow won’t come until later, when the rush of chemicals finally leaves your system. 

“Thank you,” you whisper, nuzzling into his neck as he holds you. Mario doesn’t answer you, doesn’t need to; instead he presses a kiss to your hair and rests his cheek there. In a few hours, when you wake up from the nap that’s slowly tugging at you, Mario will run the both of you a hot bath and wash your hair as you let the emotions run freely. You loved how from the very first moment you explored this dynamic with him, Mario would always make sure to hold space for the emotions that followed. Letting out a sigh as your body fully relaxes into him, you allow sleep to pull you under knowing Mario will always be there for you. 

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This fic took me a lot longer than I expected. I could only write 3-5 lines at a time because I had to keep closing the file to compose myself. The only reason it exists is because of the unwavering support from @emilielfc, @kostasstsimikass and @mercedesjpg

This is the first time I've ventured this deep into this side of smut. I honestly don't even know where half of this stuff even came from and I'm not sure I'd be able to write something like this again

Usually I include a taglist, but because of the nature of this fic, I didn't feel comfortable doing so

Please let me know what you think, your comments and tags truly help whenever I doubt that my writing is good enough.

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hate that I love you II Ana Maria Crnogorčević x Reader

masterlist I word count: 1759

a/n: we hope you enjoy reading the oneshot, we'd love to hear your thoughts on it. <3

warnings: slight smut in the middle, a bit of angst, but with a happy ending.🖤

“Ana!”, Keira shouted the name of your former Barca teammate, after the English midfielder has spotted the Swiss woman in the crowd.

The Champions league final was over, your team has won the title a second time in a row. But the celebratory mood you were in just a few seconds ago was gone at the sight of your ex-girlfriend. It made your blood turn cold.

“Ale, what the hell is Ana doing here? Who even invited her?”, you asked your captain furiously.

In an instant, she noticed your change of mood, that was why the midfielder replied cautiously:” I think some of the girls did or she just came to visit.”

“Oh, wow.”, you huffed, trying to get as far away from your former lover as possible. Seems like you weren’t that lucky this evening in Bilbao, she already had set her eyes on you, calling your name.

“Hi, y/n.”

“Ana. Sorry, but I got to go.”, you lied, while walking into the direction to the changing rooms.

“Where’s she going?”, Ana questioned as she was slowly following you..

“Isn’t that obvious? You broke up with her.”, Alexia reminded the taller woman.

“She still didn’t have to run away.”, the Swiss player mumbled, the hurt was written all over her face.

Meanwhile Keira who has been quiet after hugging her enthusiastically, joined their conversation with a low voice:” No but you ran away first, remember?”

“I didn’t. It was better that way.”, Ana corrected the English woman, before she headed into the changing room where you were standing all by yourself. The party was heading somewhere else already.

You heard her last words loud and clear: ”No, it wasn’t, you’ve chosen the cowardly way after almost four years of being together. You acted like that time meant nothing to you.”

Finally, you got the chance to tell her how devasted you were about her sudden move to Madrid.

“That’s not true. It wouldn’t have worked out long distance and you know that.”, the Swiss player disagreed.

“No, I don’t know that actually, because we never tried it!”, you protested.

“Yeah, sure. You were pouting because I left the team.”, Ana rolled her eyes annoyed at you.

Her behaviour only fed the anger you felt inside.

“Yes, because you told me those transfer news a day before you left for the capitol.”

“Because I knew you’d be pouting.”, she shot back, almost stumbling over the empty champagne bottles which were left on the ground.  

This moment felt almost like a symbol of your failed relationship as it started golden, perfect even, with your first ever champions league win during the covid period, and the following wins, which abruptly ended in shattered hopes and dreams.

You tore your gaze away from the champagne bottles and looked straight at Ana.

“Oh.“, you said, your jaw set. “Sorry that you meant something to me. What a fool I was. Hope you’re happy now.“

Anas face changed from a slight moment to confusion to immediate annoyance: “Oh my god, you can be so damn dramatic!“

“Why are you even here? You ruined a perfect final with your presence.“, you spat back.

Anas eyes sparkled with furiousness: “Oh I’m sorry. Sorry that my friends are still here and that this team still means something to me!“

You were taking aback by how loud her voice had gotten but you kept glaring at her: “Fine. Go and celebrate with them. But leave me alone!“

All of a sudden, you felt Anas weight on you as she pinned you against the wall of the changing room. You had to suppress a surprised shriek.

Ana tilted her head, her lips curved in the smallest hint of a smirk: “Or what?“

“Get your hands off of me!“, you said through gritted teeth.

“Make me.“, your ex-girlfriend challenged you.

In a heartbeat you leaned forward, pressing your lips onto Anas. Just when she started to return the kiss, you bit down hard on her lower lip.

She pulled back: “Hey!“

“Can I go now?“, you asked impatiently.

“No.“

You locked eyes with her again. Your voice was pure ice when you replied. “I hate you so much…“

Anas hand found its way into your ponytail, pulling on it roughly.

You hissed.

“Say that again.“, Ana ordered.

“What? I hate that I still love you…“

Anas grip on your hair loosened. “I know you do.“

“What about you?“, you asked. You hated that your voice still sounded so hopeful when you only wanted to despise the woman in front of you.

Your ex ignored your question deliberately. “You need to shut up now.“

“Go on.“

“I’ll.“

And suddenly, her lips were on yours again. Her body pressed so hard against your own that you could feel her heat on your skin. You kissed back with hunger while Ana shoved her thigh between your legs. Biting back a moan, you began to move against her.

Anas hands, in the meantime, had slipped under your jersey, exploring your skin with the lightest touch.

You knew you should not but you could not stop yourself. It was as if your body had taken control, taking what it had craved for so long.

Ana was in the motion of finally pulling your jersey over your head and your body tingled with excitement, when the door to the changing room was opened.

“Girls, we’re going to party!“, Keiras voice announced, before stopping herself. “Oh, seems like you already started.“

“Come back later.”, the Swiss woman told the midfielder in a casual tone as if the redhead couldn’t see the messy state, you two were in.

“See you girls.”, she muttered and closed the door again much to your own relief.

“Oh my god, that was embarrassing.”, you mumbled against the older player’s chest.

“Whatever. As if she cares.”, Ana shrugged.

“Right, Laura will distract her from what she just saw.”, you smirked while you thought about the happy couple.

“I’m sure.”, the blonde nodded.

“Thank god.”, you sighed, forever gratefully for the Austrian footballer.

“She came in at the worst time though. I was just getting into it.”, the older woman whispered into your ear, although you couldn’t see her face you could hear from her voice that she was smiling.

“Need a reminder where we stopped?”, you looked up to her, eyes sparkling.

“No. Come here.”, Ana shook her head, before continuing what she started, her touches even hungrier than before.

In between you put your hand on her body middle to stop her, asking the one question which was burning hot on your tongue:” Did you miss me in Madrid?”

“Of course. Every day.”, the Swiss player answered truthfully.

 “When why didn’t you say everything? You were multiple times in Barcelona.”, you pressed on.

“You know why.”, she responded quietly, while tucking in a loose string of the hair behind your ear.

“Because it would have made it worse.”, you replied.

“But it was worth to wait.”, Ana said winking, alluding to the fun you had only minutes earlier.

“You’re an idiot, you know that, right?”, you laughed at her playful mood.

“Maybe I’m.”, she admitted seriously.

“To be fair so am I.”, you confessed, remembering how the blonde was till able to make your legs go weak.

“Looks like we both are.”, the Swiss woman smiled sadly. There was a melancholy air surrounding your ex-lover and you which couldn’t be waved off.

“Yes, seems like it.”, you agreed.

“So.. want to continue making out or..?”, Ana quickly distracted you from the thoughts which tinted everything sepia coloured like it was a moment from the past, but actually everything what happened was in the present.

“No, let’s stop talking and continue kissing.”, you decided, while turning your words into actions. She gladly obliged to your decision.

In the morning you awoke to Alexia’s cheerful voice, of course your captain was already up:” Y/n, wake up, we got to go!”

Your heart sank when you turned your head to Ana whose eyes were still closed, her arms wrapped around you:” Ana? I’ve to leave.”

“Okay, Barca needs you, I understand that.”, she responded, although the older woman hasn’t let you go yet.

The light of the sun fell through the curtain and gave everything it touched a warm glow including her.

“You can sleep a little longer.”, you offered her heavy-hearted.

“No.“, Ana said. Her voice was still a little hoarse from the sleep but she sounded determined.

“No?“, you echoed.

Ana pulled you closer, whispering into your ear: “I’ll think that I only dreamed this.“

“But it was real.“, you replied, studying her face thoroughly.

With a sigh, she finally let go of you. “Visit me in Madrid.“

A slight smile tugged on your lips as you crawled out of bed: “I’ll. See you there.“

Ana watched you while you got dressed: “Hopefully soon.“

“Promise.“, you said before you grabbed your bag and were out the door.

You could feel her gaze linger on your back as you left.

Alexia was already waiting for you. You were unable to interpret the look on her face but she was eyeing you cautiously as though she was searching for a hint.

When you approached her, she only let out a breath: “You girls.“

You rolled your eyes: “Don’t say anything, Alexia.“

Your captain remained unimpressed by that. Instead, she shrugged with a smirk: “I have to.“

“Fine but quick.“, you gave in. All you wanted to do was go home to Barcelona and sort your thoughts.

Alexias smile grew wider: “You’re the same kind of idiots.“

“Rude.“, you said, more amused than offended.

“It’s true.“

“Maybe a bit… She asked me to visit her in Madrid.“, you admitted quietly.

Your teammate nodded slowly, seemingly unsurprised: “She means it. You two miss each other.“

“I hate that I love her…“

“You can hate it all you want but you need her.“, Alexia replied calmly.

“You’re right.“

You had to finally admit it, your captain knew you better than anyone else on the team. Maybe she was right. Maybe all the hatred and pain you had felt had been unnecessary. Maybe there was an easy solution to this ache you felt in your chest.

That was how you found yourself in Madrid on your next free day. Your heart thumped against your chest as you waited on Anas door step.

Finally, the door opened and her face appeared in the gap.

“Hi.“, you said softly.

A smile of pleasant surprise appeared on Anas lips. “Hi. Come in.“

[digitaldiarystuff]

Latin Grammys

note: ok so before we start since you don’t give me ideas 🥺 i’ll ask myself who would you want me to write for ferran, fermin, ruben or mason or do you just prefer the same players i write for

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summary: you were in a sweet relationship with Joao for almost a year but given you’re a popular singer and he’s a world famous footballer you decided to keep it a secret. You were nominated for an award and wanted nothing more than taking your boyfriend with you

pairing: - Y/N

genre: angst/ fluff

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“You won’t believe it!” you exclaimed as you entered your boyfriend Joao’s house jumping up and down.

He was laid down on the couch scrolling on tiktok as soon as he saw you his face lit up.

“I got a nomination” you ran to hip and Joao picked you up spinning you around.

“I knew you’d be.” he kissed you sweetly and you giggled together. You were nominated for Best New Artis award and couldn’t be happier. Since last year your time and mind was all on your music, you poured your heart and soul into every single line and it was finally paying off.

“I think this calls for a celebration.” Joao sweetly said as he went into kitchen to grab an expensive bottle of wine and 2 glasses. You nervously waited for him as he was telling how proud he was.

“Actually, I was hoping for a celebration on the day of the award show.” you said fidgeting with your fingers. You had been pretty private about your relationship so far, Joao had some bad experience with his past relationship and you were afraid of the backlash but even it means you’ll get hate for it you wanted him next to you as you found out if you’ve won or not.

“After the ceremony? I like where your head’s at.” he smirked clearly thinking about a more sexual celebration.

“No no, I mean I was kind of hoping maybe you wanted to go with me. Be my plus one you know for the night.”

You noticed his smile falter which made yours to disappear. You knew he wasn’t entirely comfortable with the idea but figured he’d want to support you that night because it was the biggest night of your career. You always went to his games, with glasses and caps not to be recognized sure but you did your best to support him.

“I… I don’t know I mean it’s like launching our relationship to everyone.”

Your heart broke more after his every word, after 10 months you hoped he was ready to show you off but it felt like he wasn’t comfortable enough in your relationship.

“Don’t worry it’s alright. It was a stupid idea anyway” you said and tried to put on a smile.

He was too distraught to even notice how fake your smile was.

After a glass of wine you made up an excuse to get out of his house, normally you’d stay over no doubt but tonight you wanted to be alone. Was he ashamed of you or was it because his past relationship affected his life so much you didn’t know. All you knew was your boyfriend not wanting to be by your side for your big night.

It was three weeks after your initial conversation about the event and Joao didn’t even say a word about it. You obviously didn’t, either. It seemed like you let it go but in the back of your mind, intrusive thoughts were eating you alive. Also, you really needed someone to be by your side that night and that’s when your agent suggested your producer, Alex. Your agent knew about your relationship and asked one day if you were bringing Joao, you shook your head not wanting to get into it so she took it upon herself to find you a date for it. Alex was her best suggestion since you were already friends and he helped you get on the right track since the beginning. You unwillingly accepted but didn’t say a word to Joao. You figured he wouldn’t care, boy were you wrong.

Joao went into your apartment the day before the event, hoping to have a talk and make sure you understood him but as he walked in with his spare key, he found the invitations sitting on the console at the entrance. He smiled to himself as the proud boyfriend that he is until he read the names under it. He could’ve had a heart attack then and there, he’ve met Alex but was only a handful of times and he always seemed too touchy with you but Joao tried his best not to come across possessive. He always noticed when Alex spoke so highly of you, how his eyes wandered around your cleavage and his hand placed on the small of your back.

When you walked in you noticed Joao’s shoes and realized he must be in the living area just passing time but actually he was pacing back and forth around the room nonstop. When you laid eyes on his distressed figure you were shocked.

“Joao, what’s wrong?” you asked fully expecting his answer to be training related.

“What’s going on is that my girlfriend has a date with his producer tomorrow night.” he said finally stopping. He didn’t mean to be so sassy but his insecurities got the best of him, you knew he had some trust issues but you both agreed to talk it out before spiraling.

“What are you talking about?” you asked but then he waved the invitation in his hands and you realized you still haven’t told him about taking Alex.

“Yes, that’s what happens when your boyfriend doesn’t want to support you.” you clapped back. You normally wouldn’t be this short with him in this state but he was being unreasonable.

“So what, you decide to take the person who’s been trying so hard to get into your pants instead of?”

“Joao you know Alex’s a friend.”

“Yes, a friend who’s secretly hoping to fuck you!” he yelled and you decided he was not even worth your explanation right now. You told him how you didn’t feel his trust and support while he went on about this detail he was fixating on.

“You know what, I think we should just take a moment to think. I have a long day ahead of me and would prefer to have a good night’s sleep.” you said and went in your room slamming the door.

You tried to understand him, you really did but it all came down to one thing: he didn’t see this relationship going forward. He didn’t want to be seen with you, he thought you’d fuck someone else if you ever hang out with them and this couldn’t be more far away from the truth. You took this relationship seriously from the jump, you loved Joao and would never glance at someone else but if he doesn’t want to believe it, there’s nothing you could do.

You fell asleep soon after, all the exhaustion and stress weighing you down. When you woke up the next morning, you heard some noises coming from the kitchen which at first freaked you out but then you thought maybe Joao spent the night. This made you even angrier because he couldn’t expect to argue with you today, he has to understand this event means so much for you.

You went in the en-suite to freshen up and opened your door storming into the kitchen fully expecting to see a distressed Joao making coffee but he’s actually in there with a bouquet of your favorite flowers putting them in a vase he found at your cabinet. He was wearing different clothes and seemed better than yesterday so you figured he came in early in the morning.

“Good morning.” he shyly smiled showing you the flowers “I got these for you.”

“They’re lovely, thank you.” you answered and he could sense the tension in your tone. As you went to sit on the bar stool next to your table you noticed a clothing bag with a suit inside sitting on it.

“What’s this?”

“Oh they’re all my best suits. I realized I didn’t even know what you’re wearing so I brought them all hoping we could decide together.”

“What?” you asked confused.

“I would like to be your plus one tonight, if you still want me.” he said and averted his gaze afraid you’ll say no. You looked up at him.

“Is this just because you’re jealous?” you asked

“It did play a factor for the decision yes, but the main reason is that I’m a selfish prick who doesn’t even show his love nearly enough to his best new artist girlfriend.” he said while scratching his neck looking down.

“I’m sorry for not being there for you, I’m sorry for not showing you how much I appreciate you and hundred percent support you. I love you so much and I’m sorry I let my insecurities get in the way of that. So about the invitation, is it still standing or should I just wallow in my misery all night?”

“Joao Felix, there will never be a time I wouldn’t choose you. You’re stuck with me forever.” you smiled wrapping your arms around his torso and he let go of a breath he didn’t realize he was holding hugging you back.

[sports-on-sundays]

idk if you’re taking requests but could you do a fluff with rodrigo riquelme where him and the reader enjoy a rainy day indoors

rainy days / Rodrigo Riquelme

Summary: sunny!Rodrigo x girlfriend!cloudy!reader - A little bit of rain won't stop you and Rodri from having a fun day together. Fluff so sweet it might rot your teeth.

Warnings: thunder & lightning

Requested?: Frick yes!

Author's Note: My friend, I'm so happy someone requested for him that I probably actually blushed when I opened my inbox and saw this. I am your certified no. 1 Roro girlie, here at your service! 🫡

Just as you enter the living room where Rodrigo has been waiting for you for the last half hour to finish getting ready, it starts raining.

"Nooo!" you whine, your hands going to your face in dismay. "You have got to be kidding me!"

Rodrigo sets down his phone, frowning, looking out the window. "And it looks like it won't be stopping anytime soon... Look at all those dark clouds over there!" He leans back at an angle to get a better view.

You plop down next to him, crossing your arms, and murmur, "And I got all dressed, too, in this brand new dress. Now I have to go change, since we can't even go out..."

"Hey, wait," Rodrigo says, turning to look at you for the first time since you entered the room. "You don't have to go change. You look lovely in that dress."

"Don't be silly. It's a sundress. I'm not going to be wearing a bright yellow sunny sundress when it's pouring outside and we're stuck indoors!"

"Aw!" he grins, his eyes sincere. "Why not? I'm here, and I think you look adorable in it. I'm certainly impressed, even though you took an hour and a half getting ready."

"You sure?"

"Of course I am!" he laughs, pulling you into a hug, kissing your cheek, like he's snuggling with a teddy bear. "I'm so glad you decided to wear that dress, rain or shine!"

"Well..." you smile softly, blushing deeply. "I was hoping you'd think it's pretty."

"See?" he grins. "I do, so there's nothing to worry about. And I'm sure we can find plenty of fun things to do inside. Come on!" He grabs your hand, pulling you up to stand with him.

He leads you to the dining room, where he has your picnic blanket and lunches on the table. You click your tongue in disappointment. "We can't even have our picnic."

But Rodrigo looks at you with cheery eyes. "Sure we can!"

"Rodrigo, it's pouring!"

"We can have it inside!"

You frown, crossing your arms, and say bluntly, "That's stupid."

"No, it's not. Come on." He picks up the lunch and goes to the living room. He lays out the soft blanket on the floor and lays the food out. "No reason we can't have it right here. Here- and I'll open the windows, too, for some fresh air."

"Wait, no-" you suddenly say nervously, sitting down on the blanket.

He stops with his hand on the window's handle. "Why not?"

"I..." you hesitate, before continuing softly "What if it turns into a lightning storm...?"

Rodrigo smiles softly. "Then I'll close them. We'll be fine."

"You're sure?"

"One hundred percent," he chuckles, opening the windows. As he sits down next to you and begins taking out the food, you have to admit, the breeze does feel nice, and you like the sound of the rain outside.

So you sit together and eat your indoor picnic, and once you finish, Rodrigo lays down and pulls you down with him, murmuring, "Wanna just cuddle?"

"Sure," you chuckle. You have a very cuddly boyfriend.

So you just lay together, arms around each other. You rest your cheek against his chest as he runs his fingers through your hair, and you both stay silent, just contently listening to the pattering of the rain falling outside.

Suddenly, though, there's a loud crack of thunder, and you flinch, letting out a little squeal, and automatically take two fistfuls of the soft pullover sweatshirt Rodrigo is wearing.

He chuckles softly, leaning away a bit to look at you. "You scared?" he asks teasingly, but also softly.

"Can- Can you just close the windows please?"

He smiles and nods, before hopping up to do so. Once they're closed, he asks, "You're scared of thunderstorms?"

You pout a little, sitting up on the blanket. "Maybe."

"Aw," he grins. "Cutie."

You lick your lips, rolling your eyes, and cross your arms. "Whatever."

But suddenly, lightning flashes, and you jump again, biting your lip nervously, before tucking your knees to your chest and resting your face in your arms.

"Hey, hey," Rodrigo says gentler, sitting next to you. "It's okay..." He wraps his arms around you, which does add a lot of comfort. After a while of him just holding you, he says, "Hey, why don't we do something to get your mind off it? Why not play a board game or something?"

You swallow and nod, before clearing your throat and saying, "Alright. Sounds good to me."

He nods. "M'kay. You wait here; I'll be right back with a board game for us to play, yeah?"

You nod, and he's off. But only for a moment, because soon he's back with a Sorry! box in his hands. He sits down next to you, and you're just beginning to take the board out of the box when suddenly, there's another loud crack of thunder, and a second later, the room goes black.

"Rodri!" you gasp, clinging to him, burying your head in his chest.

He laughs softly and rubs your back. "It's okay. The electricity just went out, is all... There's nothing to be scared of... I'm right here..." he soothes gently.

The fact that Rodrigo knows you also have a fear of the dark- that's really not helping your situation. "But... what if... I don't know..." you sigh, leaning away. "How are you not scared?"

He shrugs with a little smile. "I like storms. And there really is nothing to be scared of. The chances of lightning hitting us is so incredibly low, there's no reason to worry."

"But..."

"Hey." He gently tilts your head up to meet his sincere eyes, which you can just barely see in the dark room, with the electricity now out. "Chin up, princess. Your crown is falling," he teases.

You sigh with a nervous smile and nod.

"And do I look scared?"

You frown. "No."

"Then there's no reason for you to be scared, either."

You pout. "That's not fair for you to say. You're, like, a footballer and travel and stuff. You do scary things all the time."

He grins. "Have I ever been killed playing football? Have I ever been killed flying in a plane or driving in a bus? Clearly not, because I'm sitting here right now looking at the most beautiful girl in the world. So what makes you think that we're going to get killed in a thunderstorm?"

You shrug with a more genuine smile. "Nothing."

His grin widens. "There you go. Besides, I think we're far too important to get killed in such a dumb way as getting struck by lightning. You know? I think we've got far more life to live than that."

Now you match his grin. "Alright, alright. You've won me over. Now, you're getting pretty obnoxious: just looking at me so cute, and not even kissing me or anything."

He giggles a bit and says, "Well, sorry!" before cupping your chin and leaning in for a kiss, spreading his sunny, cheery, happy-go-lucky aura around you, despite the rain and wind and thunder and lightning outside.

When he pulls away, you're about to lean in for more, but just then, he slaps his thighs and says, "Now, let me go get a candle, so we can get to playing Sorry!"

You smile softly as he walks off with a skip in his step.

Oh, Roro.

Soon, he's back with the candle. It takes him four tries and some taunting giggles from you until he's able to light the match and the candle before it going out first. When he finally does, he lets out a relieved sigh and says with a laugh, "Finally!"

"'Finally' is right! Rodrigo Riquelme, public enemy number one- when it comes to matches!"

He grins and nods, very, very, slowly and carefully setting the candle down next to the playing board, before you get playing.

You end of beating his socks off in Sorry!. "There!" you grin, setting your last piece in the 'home' tunnel. "Professional Hasbro Sorry! player right here! No, no, really, it's okay- I can give you my autograph!"

This, though it's not particularly hysterical, sends your boyfriend into a fit of laughing. He just tends to find you funnier than most people. One of his friends could say the exact same thing, and he might give a small chuckle.

And you laugh with him, because you love the sound of his laughter.

Finally, he begins cleaning up the board, a smile still lingering on his face, as he says, "Look at us. A pro footballer and a pro board game player. Power couple one hundred right here."

"You got that right," you chuckle, before a sudden, big yawn comes on you.

Rodrigo looks up with a little sparkle in his eyes. "You getting sleepy?" he asks as he closes up the Sorry! box.

You shrug, smiling back. "Dark, gloomy days make me more tired."

"Gloomy?" he asks, standing up. He holds his hand out to you, and pulls you up to stand as well. "I don't think this day has been gloomy at all."

"What do you mean? The weather is crap."

He sets the board game box on the end table by the couch, before coming back to you and linking his arms around your back, looking you straight in the eyes. "Gloomy is the last word I would use to describe seeing my gorgeous girlfriend in such a pretty dress," his voice softens, and so do his eyes as he continues, "It's the last word I'd choose for having a picnic with her- indoors or not, or getting to cuddle with her. I would never, ever say getting to joke around with you, and laugh with you, is gloomy. I think getting to spend time with you, playing a board game, is the exact opposite of gloomy, actually."

You grin and throw your arms around him. "I love you so much! You know that?"

He kisses your cheek with a loud 'mwah!' before promptly lifting you up and bringing you to the couch. "I love y-"

"Now what are we doing?"

"My goodness!" he laughs. "You don't even let me say it back!" he jokes as he lays down on the couch, letting you lay on top of him.

"Okay, okay, sorry. Say it back."

"I! Love! You!" he giggles, and in between each word pecks your lips. "Now, I think it's time for you to go to sleep, sleepyhead."

You smile, nuzzling into him. "Alright. I'm down for that."

"Good," he whispers with a content sigh, before his hands begin absently loosely braiding your hair.

Your eyes flutter closed, and just as you're drifting off to sleep, you feel a sleepy sigh from Rodrigo, and you're not sure if it's his voice really, or just a fragment of your sugar sweet dreams, but you perceive the soft whisper from Rodrigo murmuring, "Oh, Y/n. Whatever would I do without my Y/n?" and his soft lips kissing you goodnight.

[hellofutbol]

An Interrupted Moment

Request: Hey there ^^ so i really loved your one shots and wanted to request one if possible , about Koke resurrecćion , where he is my husband and we have a 5 years old daughter , so we start making out before she interrupts us ^^ can u pleeaase ! (whatever-yeah)

“Daddy, can you tuck me in?” The sound of your five-year-old daughter yelling for her father penetrated the whole house. You loved your daughter, but she really seemed to have a set of lungs on her. Her voice reached all the way into your bedroom while you and your husband, Koke were getting ready to go to bed for the night.

You were in the bathroom when you heard your husband get up from where he had been laying down on the bed and head out the room, closing the door behind him. Before he left, however, he called out to you, “I’ll be back as soon as I get our princess to sleep.”

After you finished your nightly routine which consisted of cleansing your face and brushing your teeth, you finally exited the bathroom that was attached to your bedroom. Seeing that Koke still wasn’t back yet, you decided to go and see in your daughter’s room what was taking so long. Usually your daughter was quick to go to sleep, knocking out almost as soon as her head hit the pillow. You wondered why he wasn’t back yet.

Peeking into your daughter’s room what you saw caused your heart to melt. Your daughter was all bundled up in her bed under the covers, staring up at her father. Koke was sitting next to her a book open in his hands as his eyes followed the words, reading out loud. It was such a sweet picture, you wished that you had your digital camera to capture the moment.

Backing away from where you were standing by the door, you walked back into your and Koke’s bedroom. Walking in, you picked up your phone and walked back to your daughter’s room with it in hand. When you got there both Father and Daughter were in the same position. Being careful not to disturb them, you put up your phone to capture a picture.

The sound of the shutter clicking on your camera, though, caused both the occupants in the room to look up at you.

“Mommy!”

Being caught, you walked over to your daughter’s bed and sat down on the opposite side as your husband. Your daughter had a huge smile on her face when you sat down with them.

“What are you and daddy reading?”

Grabbing the book from her father’s hands, she showed you the title on the cover. A huge smile was on her face. It was her favorite book. Now you understood why it was taking Koke such a long time to come back to the room. When you or he read that book to her, Camila always made you read it at least two times before she would go to be.

“Is this the first or the second time?” You asked this question to your husband.

He smiled, knowing how familiar you are with your daughter’s antics. “Second.”

After answering your question, he went back to reading to your daughter. You listened to his voice as it read out loud. You had always liked his voice, finding it to be soothing. Apparently, your daughter did as well, because as he finished the book for the second time she finally started falling asleep. By the end, she had knocked out.

Setting the book down on the table next to her bed, Koke leaned down and placed a kiss on her forehead. Following his actions, you did the same. Making sure that her covers were pulled up to her chin, so she wouldn’t get cold during the night, you and Koke exited her bedroom together. By the time you made it back to your own bedroom, you were tired and ready for sleep.

Laying down on your side of the bed while your husband laid down on his you were ready to go to sleep. Unfortunately for you, your husband had different plans. Reaching over to your side of the bed, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him. You allowed yourself to be pulled in his direction, not making a fuss about it.

“I’m really lucky to have you,” his words were random, but they made you happy none the less.

Placing a kiss on your shoulder, he moved his body so that he was hovering over you. His hands were placed on the bed on either side of your head, supporting him and preventing him from falling onto you. You placed your hands on his waist. Leaning down he placed his lips on yours. The touch of his lips to your got rid of any kind of tiredness that you might have been feeling.

The kiss started out innocent enough. However, it didn’t remain that way for long. His tongue somehow found it’s way into your mouth, thanks to your parted lips. His kiss literally took your breathe away. You always felt safe in this moment. With his kiss he proved to you how much he adored you.

When the need for air became too necessary, Koke pulled away from you. By this time, you were panting, trying to catch your breathe. “What brought this on? Not that I’m complaining, but that seemed to come out of nowhere.”

“I don’t know. I just felt like doing that. Seeing you saying goodnight to Camila made me want to do it.”

You could definitely understand that reasoning. Seeing your husband with your daughter affected you as well. It stirred something deep within you, so you understood the feeling.

“Well, I’m certainly not complaining,” you said with a smile on your face.

You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down towards you. Leaning in, your lips connect once more for the second time that night. This kiss is rougher than the first one. It contains much more passion as the two of you fight to gain dominance over one another. You are quickly swept up in the kiss, the rest of the world becoming obsolete. The only thing you focus on is the feel of your husbands lips on yours as he lies over you with his body.

The both of you are so caught up in the kiss that you fail to realize that the bedroom door, which Koke had closed when you both returned from your daughter’s room is now being pushed open.

“Daddy, why are you eating Mommy’s face?” The innocent voice of your five-year-old daughter penetrates the room.

At the sound of her voice, the two of you spring apart. You push your husband off you and he moves to the side, landing next to you on the bed. Looking over by the door, you notice your daughter standing there, her teddy bear clutched in her arms. She has a curious look on her face as her eyes go back and forth from you to her father. Not knowing how to explain what you were doing to a five-year-old, you look over at Koke and see that he looks as dumbfounded as you. Seeing that he wasn’t going to say anything, you decided to speak up.

“Daddy was helping Mommy look for something in her eye.” You wince as soon as the sentence leaves your mouth. That was such a bad lie.

Your daughter seems to buy it, however, something that causes you and your husband much relief. You felt like you dodged a bullet. “Oh, okay. Did he get it?”

Koke nods his head. “Yeah, princess, I got it.”

“What are you doing here, Camila?” You finally asked the question that you should have asked as soon as you saw her standing in the doorway. Usually Camila could sleep through the night, not waking you or Koke up ever since she was 9 months old. It was unusual for her to wake up after she had fallen asleep.

Hearing your question, Camila didn’t answer straight away, she walked over to her father’s side of the bed and lifted her arms up, showcasing that she wanted to be picked up. She wasn’t quite tall enough to get up on the king-sized bed on her own.

Seeing his daughter’s request, Koke bent down and picked her up, placing her in between you and him. She crawled over to your side and you immediately wrapped your arms around her. She was frowning so you could immediately tell that something was wrong. Pulling her close to you, you caressed her forehead with your free hand.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

She buried her face into your chest and mumbled softly. At first you didn’t hear her speak. When you sked her to repeat what she said, she moved her face away from you and you finally heard it.

“I had a bad dream. There was this clown that came out of my closet and it took you and daddy away, leaving me all alone in my room. I don’t want to sleep in that room.”

Recalling her dream, Camila looked up at you and you could tell she was scared. She had tears welling up in her eyes. You pulled her as close to you as you could, trying your best to comfort her. “I’ll tell you what, how about Daddy goes and he’ll check your closet to make sure there are no clowns in there. For tonight, how about you sleep with us, okay? Does that sound good?”

Burying her face in your chest once again, Camila nodded.

Looking over to Koke who was looking at your daughter with a worried look on his face, you signaled for him to leave. Understanding what you were saying, he got off the bed and out of the room.

While he was gone, you pulled your daughter away from you and wiped her tears. Reassuring her that everything was going to be okay, you shifted her little body under the cover. Getting under them yourself, you turned so that you body was facing her as you lied down. You rubbed your hands on her arm in a soothing manner trying to get her to go to sleep. Her eyes stayed on you. Eventually, however, she did drift back off to sleep.

It was only a few minutes after she went to dreamland that Koke came back. Seeing your daughter asleep next to you, he climbed into his side of the bed. You watched him as he moved.

“Well, her closet is clear,” he was whispering so that he didn’t disturb your daughter who was in the middle of you both.

“Thanks. I’m sorry that we got interrupted”

He shook his head in response to what you said. “Don’t worry about it. Moments like that will come again. It was more important to take care of Camila.”

You smiled. You were lucky for having such a caring and understanding husband. He loved both you and your daughter. You couldn’t be more fortunate to have the both of them in your life.

A/N: I hope you like it. 

[ghostlywritten]

When I Was Your Man (Epilogue)

A/N: haha, you thought it was the end...well, it kinda was.

Words: 5k

I puffed out a sigh as I handed out the change to yet another customer. Looking at the clock I was relieved to see it would only take another ten minutes and I would be done for today.

My eyes were dropping unwillingly as I absently cleaned the counter. The kiosk I was working at was open 24 hours and it was almost midnight now. I had to take this as a second job after leaving my husband for good. It was enough to pay off the rent of a small apartment I was sharing with a fellow student called Lilou and buy some groceries. After I had left Antoine's house that day, I had handed over the divorce papers to his lawyer - whom I knew because he was also a close friend of Antoine's, stating clearly that I didn't want anything but the divorce, hoping they wouldn't have to contact me because of any marriage settlements and that I wouldn't have to see my husband again. Fortunately, they never did.

A slight ache filled my chest as I thought of him. The last time I had seen him was quite the tearful event and I had yet to forget his blue eyes brimming with water. I would never say that I regretted leaving...but I did miss him. A lot.

“You can leave now, Ads,” the old man, who was the owner of this little shop, told me, patting my back good-naturedly.

“Thanks,” I breathed, glad for the distraction, “I will come back by 6 tomorrow?”

“Sure thing, hun. Don’t overdo it.”

I chuckled, taking my jacket and opening the back door, “I’ll try.” He knew I had another job at the clothing store, which went from nine to five pm. It had to be like this, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to keep myself above the surface.

Trudging back home, I shivered slightly at the cool breeze but enjoyed it nonetheless; it was very refreshing after a hard day. And the fact that it was so nice and quiet at this hour was another plus. I remembered that one time I had went on a spontaneous midnight walk with Antoine.

“How do you know if you’ve fallen in love?” Antoine asked, his hands crossed behind his head as he strolled next to me.

“It usually starts with asking someone how you know if you’ve fallen in love,” I replied, thinking back on how I had asked his Gran the same question.

“Yeah, but how do you know the exact moment? Like, I can’t even tell when I’ve fallen for you,” he said, throwing his arm around my shoulder to pull me closer, “I just suddenly knew that I do.” My heart skipped a beat at his open display of affection.

“Well, that’s how it happens most of the time, I guess. You start liking someone and suddenly you love them,” I mused, “It could only take a specific, simple thing the person is doing that would make you realise it.”

“When did you realise it?” Antoine wondered.

“When I asked your Gran exactly what you just asked,” I chuckled and he giggled along, nuzzling my hair.

“And you?”

“Hm...I think when I saw you in my jersey,” he said thoughtfully and I rolled my eyes.

“Of course.”

“And when you were there when I received that Cup,” he continued, stopping in his tracks, “How you were there at every game with your veggie soup-”

“I didn’t bring any soup with me,” I pointed out.

“Shut it, I’m trying to be romantic,” he scolded, flicking my forehead.

“Okay, okay,” I laughed, feeling shy. It hadn’t been that long since we had admitted our love to each other and I was still not used to it, yet.

“I really can’t believe you’re still with me after all I’ve done,” he said quietly, grazing my hand with his fingers.

“Me neither,” I joked light-heartedly to which he glared at me playfully. I watched him close his beautiful eyes and bite his lips.

“I don’t deserve you,” he whispered and my heart softened at his vulnerable state, “I sometimes fear you’re going to realise that and leave.”

Placing my hands on his cheeks, I pulled him closer to rest our foreheads against each other. “I admit I had thought a lot of times about leaving,” his breath hitched, “But I never did. And after everything is revealed now and there are no more secrets between us, there is no reason for any of us to go...” He smiled and leaned down to pull me into a passionate kiss.

Well, there had still been secrets between us and they were severe enough to make us drift apart.

So, here I was, walking down the same path I had once done with him in the pitch darkness. Three years later.

-

“Can you believe there only a few days left and we will officially graduate!” my roommate Lilou squealed, stirring the ramen in the pot.

I nodded with a grin as I chopped some vegetables next to her. Although it had taken a long while we had managed to establish a stable co-existence in the three years of living together. “I don’t think I will truly process it all until I have that certificate in my hand.”

“And then we’re going to be lawyers, yaaaay!” she cheered, “I’m so done with university.”

“Me too, my brain is all mushy after all these exams,” I said with a yawn, stretching my limbs.

“I still don’t get how you’ve managed to pass them all with two jobs at the same time,” she said, incredulously.

“Well, I did pass them all but not exactly with flying colours,” I sighed, disappointed.

“Who cares. You still got job offers and that’s what counts,” Lilou said, placing a bowl with steaming noodles in front of me, “Cheers!”

I laughed, “You forgot the vegetables.”

She pouted, “Are they even needed in ramen?”

“No, but they’re healthy,” I insisted, adding the chopped goods into the pot.

“No, but they’re healthy,” Lilou mocked and I glared at her playfully. “You’re like my mom.”

“She’s going to be happy that you have me as your roommate then,” I sniffed, stirring the noodles.

“She actually is,” she giggled just as her phone rang, “Oh! Mathis is calling! Excuse me.” I smiled fondly at her excitement as I watched her pick up and leave the room with a bounce in her step. Love can do that to you.

Looking down with a sigh, I absently proceeded to fill two bowls up, the ghost of Antoine jumping around me in happiness at the prospect of food.

“You seriously make the best food, Addy!”

I shook my head quickly and walked towards the small table in the kitchen just as Lilou came back.

“Sorry, I had to take that,” she said, eagerly taking one of the bowls for her.

“No need to apologise,” I replied and she smiled. “Mathis was just asking whether I had time tomorrow for a little dinner date,” she rambled as we started eating.

I hummed, “Good. As far as I know you’d be lazing around otherwise.”

She pouted, “Would not!” I raised an eyebrow and she sighed in defeat, “Okay, I would.”

“Anyways, you remember his friend Jacques from that party, right?”

“The one you forced me to go to?”

“Exactly,” she said, snapping her fingers, “He was the one with the super broad shoulders and great hair, you know?”

“I guess. Why do you ask?” I asked, dreading her answer as she smiled coyly.

“Well, a bird twittered me that he might or might not be very interested in having a date with you-”

I sighed.

“-and since he is too shy to ask, Mathis is suggesting a double date tomorrow.”

“No, thank you,” I said plainly and her face dropped.

“Oh come on, Addy!”

“Nope, I’m good.”

“Why though? You haven’t had a boyfriend in the past three years and this is your golden time. He’s such a gentleman, you would love him,” she tried to convince me but I shook my head resolutely.

“You know that I just got out of a marriage, Lilou.” I had told her one day when we had talked about past relationships and stuff, but not exactly what happened to cause a divorce.

“That was years ago, Addy. You can’t be hung up on the past,” she said softly and I wished it would be that easy.

“I’m not ready, yet, Lilou,” I said quietly, “And it wouldn’t be fair on any guy to date them with only half a heart.”

Lilou sighed, exasperated, “As mature as that sounds - and I applaud you for that - you don’t necessarily have to think you’re looking for a rebound. More like someone, who can help you heal with their love for you.”

“Even so, this is not the right time for it,” I said, swishing the noodles around in my bowl, “We’ll graduate in a few days and then I’m going to start working. I need to stay focused and dating would only distract me from everything I’ve worked for for so long.”

“I get that, really,” Lilou replied, staying silent for a second, “But I fear you will get stuck too deep into your career to ever find time for a relationship once you start.”

That was what I was aiming for but she didn’t need to know that. As nice as it would be to have a romantic happy ending, the world simply didn’t work like that in my case. Ever since my marriage I had developed major trust issues that I hadn’t been able to overcome, yet. Even Lilou, who I had known for years now and who never did anything to me, didn’t know half of the things that had happened in the past because I simply didn’t want to be vulnerable. And confiding in someone would make me vulnerable.

And not only her, I had kept everyone a good distance away. Jennifer, who had tried to reach out for me after that disaster of a party, left for England in despair after I had picked up only one of her calls, asking for some time alone and that I would call her back. Which I never did.

Olivier, who I hadn’t been that close to, but who still took my phone number from his wife to ask whether I was okay to which I could hardly keep my sobs in.

Gran, whose calls I didn’t even pick up but listened to her voicemails, her soft voice that used to be so soothing only sending chills down my spine after knowing that she had played with us like puppets.

My father, whom I was surprised had bothered to call at all only to hear him scold me for throwing Mother out of the hotel room. I had ended the call during his mid-rant.

All of them, who had been part of my everyday life (mostly), had been cut off without mercy. I simply couldn’t face them anymore without being reminded of that part of my life.

Though the past would always come back to haunt you.

And my past came to haunt me one day before graduation in form of my former best friend knocking on my door.

“Cateline,” I whispered, my throat turning dry in a second.

She looked at me with eyes so painfully familiar, so painfully friendly, reminding me of all the years we had shared together before Antoine came along, overshadowed by her cruel actions.

“Hey, Adeline,” she greeted me softly, swallowing nervously.

“What are you doing here?” I asked in shock, “How did you find me?”

“Well, I knew you were going to this university and I asked around a bit, showing a picture of you. It took me about an hour and a few embarrassing knocks on wrong doors to get here,” she said, chuckling sheepishly.

“Why would you come here?”

“I...can I come in first?”

“No.”

She winced at the cold tone in my voice and shuffled her feet anxiously. “O-okay. First and foremost, I came to apologise. And I know I’m three years late, but it took me that long to find the courage to actually face you again.”

“I don’t think an apology is going to get us anywhere, Cateline.”

“I didn’t expect that,” she said quickly, “I know we can’t go back to how we used to but I’d like to at least say sorry once-”

“Great, you said it. Now bye,” I said, trying to close the door but she held it open.

“Please, Addy. Hear me out!”

“What? What else do you want?”

“I would like to explain.”

“What do you want to explain?” I asked incredulously, raising my voice, “Like, seriously. What’s the point? I’m not going to forgive you and no reason on earth can justify that you slept with my husband whilst faking a friendship with me!”

“It wasn’t fake, Addy! Come on, we’ve been friends for years before Antoine happened.”

“Yes, did you ever think about that when you met up with my ex behind my back?”

She breathed in shakily, “Yes. Of course. I felt so guilty. But I couldn’t help but fall for him and when he reciprocated my feelings...it just happened.”

“Yeah...because stuff like that just happens,” I muttered, rubbing my forehead as a headache was forming. “Cateline, there’s really no point of you being here.”

“I...I’m sorry, Adeline,” she said with tears forming in her eyes, “And I wish I never let a guy come between us.”

I nodded, sucking my lips in as my own eyes watered slightly. “Me too.”

She gulped, nodding as well before she slowly turned around to leave when she halted and faced me again. “I also have something for you...from Antoine.”

My breath hitched as she held up a ring; my stolen wedding ring to be precise. “H-how?”

“I had talked to Antoine to apologise to him as well before I came here. He told me that he flew over to Russia to search the boy, who’s stolen it from you, but never had to courage to face you after he found it...we’re pretty similar in that aspect,” she chuckled weakly as I kept staring at the sparkling wedding band, “So he asked me to give it to you in his stead.”

My hand shook as I picked it up, swallowing tightly. “...thanks.”

“If you can, you should forgive him. He’s taking this divorce pretty badly.”

“Ditto,” I replied quietly, my voice breaking slightly.

-

The next day started with red, puffy eyes and a pounding headache. Not the best way to begin your graduation day.

“As if I’m hungover again,” I grumbled, remembering that one time in Russia where I had woken up the same way, only that I was naked and had lost my virginity. I chuckled. Even up to this day I couldn’t remember a single thing from that night.

“Addy! Get up!” Lilou yelled from the other room, “Today is the day!”

“I’m up,” I shouted back, running a hand over my face with a groan.

“Now, there’s the grad girl,” my roommate said as she strolled. She flinched, “Holy shit, you look like crap!”

“Thanks a lot,” I grumbled.

“What happened?” she wondered, settling down on the bed next to me.

“Nothing much. Just the past haunting me,” I said vaguely.

“Ah, right...what?”

I chuckled. “Don’t worry about it. Right now, I just wanna celebrate how we are over with university now!”

“Okay...You better get ready then. The ceremony starts in two hours!”

I took a long, hot shower, trying to forget about yesterday’s encounter. It might have not helped that I had stared at the ring all night, all memories flooding back that I had tried to so desperately to push down. ‘You graduate today, Adeline,’ I thought to myself, ‘A new point in life is starting for you. Focus on that.’

Stepping out of the bathroom, my eyes immediately caught sight of the ring on the bed. A heavy sigh escaped my lips as I went over and picked it up, observing it quietly. It wasn’t big or fancy, just a small silver band with a small diamond and our names engraved on the inside.

I put it on my ring finger, reminiscing in the familiar feeling of it. My chest burned at the nostalgic rush that went through me. I knew I was missing him deeply.

“Addy! Mathis said he would pick us up in about an half an hour. Be ready!” Lilou exclaimed, efficiently breaking me out of my stupor.

“Crap,” I muttered, still in my bathrobe and my hair dripping wet.

Blow drying my hair had never taken so agonisingly slow as I tried to do my makeup at the same time.

Finishing up I grimaced at my own face. “Eh...could be worse,” I muttered, cursing under my breath when I only had another ten minutes left. I rushed over to the small wardrobe, eyes flicking through the three dresses I had.

I bit my lip, fingering the one I had been wearing at the last party at Antoine’s home. It would have been a nice blissful day, a sweet memory if everything had gone the way I had expected it to. I wondered if the people present at that party still remembered me and the most humiliating moment of my life, whether they were laughing about it or pitying me.

“It’s a really cute dress,” Lilou said from behind me, causing me to flinch in surprise.

“Dear God, when did you come in?”

Lilou giggled, “Around five minutes ago. I was wondering when you would stop spacing out but it got boring after a while.”

My eyes widened when I heard a knock on the front door. “Put it on, I will entertain Mathis. If you know what I mean,” my roommate said, winking suggestively. I rolled my eyes but did as ordered, swiftly putting the dress on.

“I’m done, stop snogging each other,” I said, walking past the smooching couple on the couch as I grabbed my purse.

Mathis chuckled, “Hey Addy. You excited for today?”

“Obviously. I’ve been waiting for this for three years,” I said with a grin, which he reciprocated.

“I can tell. I remember when I graduated-”

“Which was a decade ago, now chop chop. We’re late,” Lilou cut him off, rushing past him and outside.

We followed her with her boyfriend grumbling, “It was only two years ago.”

-

I had to admit I almost teared up when I finally received that scroll up on the stage with a crowd cheering in front of me. I shook the headmasters and professors’ hands before looking over at the mass of people. I could see them all clapping out of simple politeness, which was a bit depressing to think about. But I smiled when I saw Mathis and Lilou hollering like crazy whilst Jacques stood next to them, trying to pretend he didn’t know them.

Laughing at them I carefully climbed down the stairs, hoping not to trip like the one before me.

“We did it!” Lilou squealed, squishing me into a hug after the ceremony.

“Yes, we did!” I exclaimed, not being able to contain myself.

“Group hug!” Mathis yelled, crushing us both against his chest and Jacques joined in with a laugh. I felt warmth at their action and squeezed them tightly as they shared this special moment with me.

“We gotta celebrate this,” Jacques suggested and we nodded in agreement.

“Sounds great! I’m gonna tell my parents real quick!” Lilou agreed eagerly, tugging Mathis along with her.

I bit my lip at the sudden silence, smiling awkwardly at Jacques, who had his hands stuffed in his pockets and a shy grin on his face.

“Congratulations,” he cheered with a laugh, squeezing my arm gently and I chuckled.

“Thank you, I still can’t really believe it. It’s like a dream.”

“Yeah, I felt that way too...you will wake up on your first day at work,” he said, causing us both to laugh. “You know where you’ll start, yet?”

“I got a few offers but I don’t know, which one to accept. It’s a big decision.”

Jacques nodded. “Take your time.” Another silence and I sighed inwardly at the awkward tension, trying to come up with some topic when he spoke up again, “Hey, um...can you tell me why that guy over there has been staring at you for the past three minutes?”

“Huh?” I turned around to follow his line of sight.

“It’s kind of creepy,” he commented, nodding in the general direction. My eyes widened when I met Antoine’s.

“What on earth...,” I muttered, my heartbeat quickening. I watched him shuffle nervously before he strolled over in an overly casual but determined manner.

“Do you know him?” Jacques asked though I could only hear him vaguely. I glanced around panicked, not knowing whether I wanted Antoine to come over or not whilst he kept getting closer.

“Adeline,” he spoke and I closed my eyes, listening to his melodic voice after being deprived of it for so long.

“Hey, mate. I don’t know who you are, but please don-”

“Jacques,” I interrupted him shakily, “Don’t worry, I know him. Could you leave us alone for a minute?” Mathis’ friend looked down at me with a crease on his forehead before nodding and walking off.

I hesitated in turning back to face him but did so anyways, looking at his sneakers.

“Can you please look at me?” he asked, his voice pained. Taking a deep breath I glanced up. My heart rate took a screeching halt when I gazed into his ocean blue eyes and I almost gasped at the amount of emotions that rushed through me.

He smiled slightly, his eyes flickering through my face as he took in my appearance. I cursed myself for not taking care of my makeup but then cursed myself again for even caring what he thought when I tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear. “You look great. Graduation suits you well,” he said, chuckling slightly.

I nodded. “Thank you.”

“E-ehm...congratulations by the way,” he stuttered and he held up a bouquet of my favourite flowers for me that I hadn’t noticed until now. I took it, almost flinching at the electric shock that rushed through my veins when his fingers brushed mine.

“Thank you,” I said again mechanically.

“Um, I found out the ceremony is today and wanted to congratulate you in person...despite everything that happened I wanted to say I’m really proud of you,” he answered my unasked question, scratching his neck.

“Thank you...” I cringed at how repetitive my responses, “I-I’m sorry. I wasn’t expecting you or anyone for that matter to come. It's quite the surprise.”

“Well, I’ll be glad to surprise you once more. Jen and Olli are waiting eagerly to congratulate you as well,” Antoine said with a grin as he looked behind me. And not a second later did I jump when two bodies collided against my back.

“Congratulations Addy/Snoring Beauty!” The Giroud pair shouted from the top of their lungs.

“You guys! What are you doing here?” I asked in delighted shock as I turned towards their beaming faces.

“Girl, you think I would miss your graduation?” Jennifer asked, crushing me into another hug. I felt tears well up in my eyes as I wrapped my arms around her as well. Despite the fact that I had pushed them away they still decided to come over and spent the most important day of my life with me.

“You...I...this-” I stuttered, trying to portray my gratefulness and say sorry at the same time but I was too choked up.

“We get it,” Olivier said, patting my head affectionately. I smiled thankfully before being reminded of the person standing behind me.

“Oh my God. Is that Antoine Griezmann and Olivier Giroud?” Mathis exclaimed in shock as he approached us with Lilou and her parents.

“Friends?” Jennifer asked, still holding onto my arms, and I nodded. “Then yes, they are,” she said with a grin and I chuckled when I saw Mathis seemingly close to fainting. He was a passionate football fan to say the least.

Antoine cleared his throat, catching my attention again. I observed him shoot the Giroud pair a demanding look to which they reacted immediately.

“I bet, you’re a big fan,” Olivier said, approaching Mathis with Jennifer, “Let’s talk about how much of a fan of mine you are over there.”

And once again, I was alone with my ex-husband. “Um, thank you for coming,” I said too politely.

He nodded and I felt a bit uncomfortable at his intense gaze. “Addy,” he started softly and dared to take a step closer, sighing quietly in relief when I didn’t move away. “I-I had a whole speech planned out about what I would say when I saw you again, but somehow I can’t remember a single word of it,” he chuckled almost desperately.

I took a deep breath. “You had Cateline give me the wedding ring...,” I trailed off, waiting for him to fill me in on the ‘why’. I had been racking my brain over this ever since I had received it.

“Oh right! She gave it to you then, good. I wasn’t sure she would,” he brightened up before he tried to shrug it off, “Yeah, it was crazy. I suddenly got a package from Russia, seems like the police has found the boy and got your purse bac-”

“But...she said you flew over and searched for it?” I wondered with furrowed eyebrows and he blanched.

“O-oh, she told you?” Antoine cleared his throat, sighing, “Yeah ok. I admit, I went there. I first wanted it for myself so I had something from you to hold on to...” I swallowed slightly at his confession, feeling a tiny spark of warmth spreading out of that emptiness in me, “But then I thought I would give it to you instead...since it actually belongs to you.”

I nodded, “I will keep it.” He beamed and I glanced down at the flowers in my hand, not being able to see him without feeling like my heart would jump out of my chest.

Hearing him gulp I got startled at how close he had gotten at this point. “Addy, I know...I know I screwed up real bad and there’s no way you can forgive me...but forgive me, please?” he ended sheepishly.

I huffed out a laugh at his blunt ways, causing him to beam in happiness. “Antoine, I...I think I’m actually in the process of forgiving you.”

“Really?” he breathed out in shock.

“Yes...I miss you a lot-”

“I miss you, too! God, Addy. You-You don’t know how much I miss you,” he said earnestly, his warm hand gripping on my arm softly.

“-But...,” his smile faded, “...even if I’m able to forgive you someday, I won’t be able to forget.” His hand fell off and he closed his eyes, furrowing his brows in agony. “It wouldn’t be a healthy relationship, Antoine.”

“Better toxic than nothing, eh?” he suggested, chuckling weakly.

I shook my head with a smile, “I’m grateful that you came, really.”

He nodded, running a hand through his hair. “I’m glad I came, too. At least I got to see you again for a few minutes.”

“Yeah, it’s been a while.”

“Three years and 16 days,” he said, “Not that I’m counting.”

I laughed slightly before shaking my head. “Sure. Do y-”

“Hey, so Mathis said you’re going to celebrate at some Italian restaurant,” Olivier cut me off as he jogged over, “We should get going.”

“Oh, you gonna join us?” I asked, smiling brightly and he nodded eagerly. “For sure. Come on, you guys. They’re waiting!” he said, already turning around and jogging back where he had come from.

“Ehm, I probably shouldn’t join,” Antoine said as I opened my mouth to speak, “I gotta go anyways.”

I tried not to show my disappointment. “Okay then. I should go over, the others are waiting.”

“Right! Right...” Antoine stepped forward and my heart pounded in my chest when he leaned in tentatively to kiss my cheek. “Congratulations,” he whispered, his breath brushing my skin and causing goosebumps to erupt. I tried to breathe as evenly as possible when I felt him push something into my hand. Glancing down I took hold of the brown envelope that he gave me, furrowing my eyebrows in confusion.

"What is this?" I wondered, looking up into the shining eyes of my ex-husband. He smiled slightly, "Just something I wanted you to have for a long time. I'll see you around."

"Ehm ok," I replied dumbly, wondering what he meant. I couldn't see him around, he was working in Spain. He waved goodbye as he turned his back around.

I couldn’t tell how long I watched him walk away even after he was out of sight, willing my body not to run after him and cling onto him like a koala. Pain seared through me at the thought of never seeing him again but I knew it was better this way. It was better this way, right?

Reaching into the envelope numbly, I was confused at the amount of papers in them, especially at the once that were ripped in half. Taking out one of the papers that was not ripped I read through the first paragraphs. It was a contract for a football team, Paris St. German, signed by Antoine. My jaw dropped, 'He left Atletico?'

Shaking my head in shock I proceeded to fish out the other papers, trying to discern what was written. It only took me two seconds to recognise the divorce papers, signed by Antoine and me. And ripped to pieces. "What...," I whispered. Did he never-

I peeked into the envelope again for some kind of answer when I noticed another small piece of paper, folded in half.

His old number was scribbled on it with a few simple words:

I won't give up on us, Patricia. Your Spongebob.

End. For real now.

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Come Home - Cristiano Ronaldo

For the Anon who requested CR7, I hope you like it! I got a little carried away with the length (as usual). 

“Cris, you know I have nothing to hide from you. If you want to say something, just say it.” She was exasperated because he clearly had something on his mind, but he wouldn’t spit it out.

“Do you have feelings for Antoine?” She was stunned by the question, definitely not expecting it.

When they had first met, Genevieve was at the Santiago Bernabéu as Antoine’s guest. The two had been best friends since her father got her a job with the legal team in Atletico, 4 years ago. Her father -Laurent- was a well known lawyer in Europe, and she was trying to follow in his footsteps. When she met Antoine they had instantly bonded, with her family being from Lyon itself.

However, her nephew (much to her dismay) was a die-hard Madridista. So when he had begged her to take him to watch the famous derby, she couldn’t say ‘no’. She met Cristiano after the game. Junior had been sitting alone that day because Dolores had returned to Portugal for a funeral, and even though Cristiano knew it was a risk, he had trusted security with his son’s safety because there was no one else who could look after him at the time.

That ended up being a mistake, or a blessing depending on how you looked at it, because in the rush to leave the stadium after the match, Junior got lost in the crowd. Genevieve and her nephew -Michel- had been the ones to find him, and even though he was wary of the stranger asking to help him, he had accepted her hand as she weaved them through the crowd. He got along well with Michel and had easily led them to the change rooms - he had been there so many times that he knew the stadium better than most grown men.

So Genevieve had met Cristiano, and the two boys became close friends. The more they saw each other, the more often Cristiano would see Via (as Junior had nicknamed her) and the closer they became as well. It didn’t take long for him to ask her on a date, and they seemed to understand each other perfectly.

But when it came to her friendship with Antoine, the two were inseparable, and that was something Cristiano did not like. She had reassured Cristiano many times, but he had always been jealous that the Frenchman knew more about his own girlfriend than he did.

“He’s my best friend, but that’s all he is. There’s no romantic feelings between us at all. You already know that.” She was honest, and it bothered her that he kept questioning this.

“And in the past?” He clenched his fists when he noticed her brows twitch down. She usually did it when she was thinking about how to approach a certain situation.

“Does it honestly matter?” She nervously bit her lip, and he knew straight away that there had been something there, if there wasn’t still something there.

“It does to me.”

“Okay, well…we slept together once.”

“What?”

She sighed at his surprised and borderline enraged tone.

“I said-”

“I know what you said.” He snapped, interrupting her. “Why am I only just hearing about it now?”

He was beyond angry at the revelation, mentally cursing the Frenchman to the deepest pits of hell. But at the moment there was only one person to take that anger out on, and seeing as she was partly at fault, he had no problem doing so.

“I didn’t think it was relevant. It was only once, and over four years ago-”

“You didn’t think it was relevant?” He chuckled without humour, and she winced at how condescending it sounded. “My girlfriend spends most of her time hanging around a man she’s had sex with, and you think that’s okay?”

“Wait a minute, do you think I’m cheating on you? With Antoine?” She asked incredulously. It was an insinuation that hurt more than anything, if there was one thing she’d never condone no matter the circumstances, it was cheating.

“What else am I supposed to think?”

“Are you out of your mind? I would never-” Their shouting match was cut short when she noticed movement behind Cristiano. Her face soften when she saw Junior’s frightened face, and watery eyes.

“Junior, mon petit chou…why don’t you go back to bed, your papai will be up in a minute.” Junior hesitantly nodded and quickly ran away.

Cristiano didn’t know why it made him angry to hear how considerate and soothing she was being with his son, but he lashed out anyway.

“Don’t tell him what to do, you’re not his mother.” She looked as though he had physically struck her, and stepped back away from him.

It was a combination of factors that had hit her.

Thoughts of her own mother being the most dominant. Her family was torn apart because of her mother’s infidelity, and that was the prime reason she hated cheaters. That’s not to say that she hated her mother, she had never met the woman after all, but she knew that Cristiano was unknowingly putting them both in the same category by labelling her a 'cheater’.

Then there was the fact that he apparently thought she wasn’t even allowed to talk to his son. She had been looking after him whenever she could. She had taken him to matches, both his own and to watch his father play, she had taken him shopping, to the park, anywhere and everywhere that the boy had wanted to go, she even picked him up from school whenever Cris couldn’t. She would have literally done anything for him.

She had done more for the little boy in 4 months, than his last 3 girlfriends combined, and she wouldn’t deny that she had come to love him in that time. No, he wasn’t her own child, but she didn’t think that Cris would so blatantly disregard all she had done for him.

He was still mad, but seeing the hurt expression on her face forced him to turn his back to her. He didn’t enjoy seeing it on her face, and knowing it was his fault made it even worse. So he did the only thing he could think of, and only later would he realise how stupid it had been.

“Just go. Leave.”

With the tears finally spilling onto her cheeks, and Cristiano still not facing her, Gen had grabbed her handbag off of the sofa, and quickly made her way out the front door without a sound. His eyes clamped shut beneath his furrowed brows as soon as he heard the familiar engine start.

And then she was gone.

It was almost 10 o’clock at night when a frantic knock came from Antoine’s door. His dark brows furrowed in confusion, wondering who would be around at this time of night. He paused his game of FIFA, and walked over to the entrance.

The moment the door swung open, he was attacked.

Well, not attacked. But his visitor had practically thrown herself at him, her arms wrapping around his neck tightly as if he’d disappear at any moment. It only took a moment to realise it was Gen, and he held her tight when he heard the gasping sound of her breathing and the sniffles as her face burrowed into his neck.

He had no idea what was going on, but he had never seen her like this. Her body was shaking in his arms, and the protective instinct within him hit full force. Who in their right mind had hurt her this way? Who ever it was would be dying a painful death, that was for sure.

Anto loosened his hold on her, bringing his hands up to cup the sides of her face and tilting it back so that he could finally inspect her. He would have cringed at the red puffiness of her eyes, the few strands of hair that stuck to her wet face, and the way her lips wobbled -but he was far too angry for that.

“Genevieve, ma belle…who did this to you?” He had kept his tone quiet and calm, but he was raging beneath the surface. Still, he knew that if he made his anger known, she’d be hesitant to tell him what had happened. She wouldn’t want him to do anything, and they both knew he would get in trouble for his impulsiveness if he did.

“H-he said…he th-thought I,” she sniffled loudly, exhaling a shaky breath before continuing. “I would never…I’m not like her…I’m not.” She broke down after that, and he let go of her crumpling face so that she could return it to the crook of his neck, gently stroking her hair.

It wasn’t difficult to figure out who ‘he’ was, and it was even easier to figure out who ‘her’ was. He knew it was only a matter of time before the Portuguese forward hurt her. It wasn’t in his nature to hold onto the same woman for long, but Antoine had genuinely thought he had grown to love Genevieve.

“Shhh…it’s okay. I promise, it’ll be okay.”

“H-he s-said-“

“I know, Gen…and if he honestly thinks so little of you, then he can stay as far away as possible.”

“B-but I, I love h-him…”

Antoine's heart broke for his best friend.

Although it pained him to see her like this, he was slightly glad it had happened sooner rather than later. He already knew that Gen was in love with the man, but he really didn’t deserve her. Cristiano hardly knew how to hold onto a serious relationship, but Anto hadn’t wanted to ruin it for her by telling her of the man’s obvious commitment issues.

Seriously though? Genevieve cheating? It was a ridiculous idea. It was as if Cristiano was looking for any old reason to end his relationship with her, and he had used the stupidest one. Did he not know her at all?

So the Atlético forward stood there for another ten minutes until she became sleepy, stroking his best friend’s hair soothingly, and promising himself that he’d never let the man hurt her like this again.

Never.

As per usual, the media had instantly jumped at the opportunity to gossip when they realised that Gen hadn’t been to one of his games in weeks, nor had they been seen together in just as long. Everyone was questioning whether or not they were still together, or whether they had moved on to other people. It was something that hurt him to even think about.

But that wasn’t the worst part of it.

Junior had been asking when 'Via' would be 'coming home’. He had probably missed the woman more than his father, which was saying something. There was no one else -other than his grandmother- who he liked to spend time with.

Ah yes, his grandmother.

Maria Dolores dos Santos Aveiro was not happy with him. She had called him after seeing an article speculating the shattering of his relationship with Genevieve, and he could tell that she was unhappy with the thought.

So he had lied to her. He lied to his mother…the most important woman in his life.

“Cristiano? What is this I hear about you and Genevieve? Why are they saying you are no longer together?”

Cris shrugged, even though she couldn’t see him through the phone.

“I don’t know, mãe. She is a busy woman, and I can’t always see her when I want. The media is being dramatic again.” He bit his lip, struggling to force the lie past his lips. The line was silent for a moment, and he almost sighed in relief when she didn’t interrogate him further.

“Okay…well then, how about my grandson? Hand him the phone, I want to talk to my little man.” She always sounded so excited to hear from the boy, and it brought a genuine smile to his face.

Of course, things had gone downhill from there.

Cristiano should have known that his mother wouldn’t have left it alone. Instead she had used Junior’s sweet naivety to find out whether or not Gen had been around. The boy had told her about the yelling he had heard, before Gen told him to head upstairs, and then his grandma had politely asked him to hand the phone back to his father.

She proceeded to not-so-politely ask Cristiano what was going on, settling for using his full name in order to emphasise just how mad she was.

“Cristiano Ronaldo dos Santos Aveiro! How dare you lie to your mother!” He cringed at the tone of her voice.

“You tell me what happened, right now!”

And he did. He told her exactly what had happened, and Dolores rolled her eyes when she realised that her son was more of a caveman than a 21st century footballer. She knew he was possessive and that he was impulsive, but she had expected him to be more understanding by this age.

He was 31 now, and even though Irina had been his longest relationship, Dolores had a good feeling about Genevieve. The girl had a good head on her shoulders, and she made both her son and grandson very happy. She could see the way Junior lit up whenever his Via visited him, and seeing the same happiness on the French woman’s face was enough to reassure Dolores that she would make a wonderful mother one day.

Something that she hadn’t truly seen in Cristiano’s previous girlfriends. That’s not to say that Irina hadn’t liked Junior. She definitely did…but it sometimes seemed as if she was forcing herself to spend time with him, not because she wanted to, but because it was expected of her.

Gen just loved the boy.

So maybe Dolores had hoped that this relationship would be a little more…permanent. Cristiano needed a good woman in his life and Junior needed a mother.  

But 3 weeks had passed by, and Cristiano hadn’t even made an attempt to approach his now ex-girlfriend. He didn’t know what he was expecting. He’d sit at home with Junior, wallowing in self-pity and waiting for her to burst through the door with a grand apology.

But he knew that was a ridiculous thing to be waiting for, for multiple reasons.

Firstly, after thinking for a long while, he had realised that she didn’t really have anything to apologise for. Sure, she slept with Antoine once upon a time -it still pissed him off to even think about the French pretty boy seeing her so exposed…and not just seeing-ugh. Disgusting.

Back to the point. She had sex with Antoine. But it was so long before they had started dating that it probably shouldn’t have bothered him so much, not to mention that he himself had a long list of past lovers. It still would have been nice to know. But Cristiano knew he was possessive, and the green-eyed monster had reared its ugly head and he couldn’t see past it. It ate him alive, knowing she was still spending time with the Frenchman, while he didn’t know the other man’s motives. He knew that for some reason women adored Antoine Griezmann, and Genevieve was no exception.

What if Antoine didn’t want to be 'just friends’? What if he wanted more, and what if she realised it and ended up wanting the same thing?

Cristiano knew it was a foolish thought. She loved him, he could see it. It was clear in the way she looked at him -because yes, he did pay attention to the little things- with an adoration that he hadn’t seen before. It wasn’t the typical lustful and sultry glance he was used to. It was a look so soft and full of love that he doubted he’d ever need to hear those words come out of her mouth. He knew.

Genevieve didn’t look at anyone like that. Not Antoine, only him.

He’d see it in the way she’d jump through hoops to make his son happy. Junior was more shy than most children, and maybe that was because he was so isolated from the world, considering Cris didn’t want the media bothering him. But he had never seen the boy take to anyone as quickly as he had taken to Genevieve.

Even the first time they had met, when Cristiano was losing his mind thinking the boy had gone missing, Junior had allowed the woman to hold his hand as she led him to his father. That in itself showed he had trusted her, because he knew very well to never trust a stranger. But Cris was grateful that he had in that instance.

And then of course, he could see it in the way she tried to make him happy, as if everything she already did for him wasn’t enough. She’d go to his games as often as she could, and had even -very reluctantly- donned a Real Madrid shirt with his name on it, despite being a rival fan. He knew that was sinful in her opinion, but it only showed him how supportive she was of him. She would babysit Junior while he was at training, and even spent time with his mother.

He counted a grand total of ex-girlfriends who had willingly gone out of their way to spend time with his mother. Zero.

Yes, he knew that she loved him, and that she would never intentionally do anything to hurt him.

So why hadn’t he approached her yet?

Because he was -for the first time- terrified of what she would say to him. What if his harsh words had been enough to drive her away permanently? What if she no longer wanted anything to do with him? Or what if, god forbid, someone else had already swooped in on a newly single Genevieve and she was moving on from him.

Hmm…no. He had doubted that was possible after only 3 weeks, but she was too good to go unnoticed.

Still, he was being a coward, and that had never happened before. So he had wracked his brain, wondering why he was all of a sudden acting like a fool and waiting around for her, and he could only come up with one answer.

He was scared to lose her for good.

Why?

Because he loved her…and he was done waiting.

Antoine didn’t bother suppressing the annoyed groan that left his throat as soon as he noticed who was at the door. His pale eyes glared at the older man, earning an eye roll in return.

“I get it...you don’t like me. I don’t like you either, but I’m not here for you.”

The Frenchman scoffed at his rudeness, but understood that Cristiano was probably still a little bitter about a certain revelation. They had never liked each other, but it was more than that now.

“What do you want?” His tone was a mix of bored and angry, and it reassured Cris that this wouldn’t be an easy conversation.

“I want to talk to Genevieve.”

“Why?”

“I want to apologise…I’ve come to terms with it."

“Really?” Antoine cocked a disbelieving brow. “So you’re okay with the fact that I had sex with your girlfriend? Took her virginity, in fact.”

Cristiano’s jaw clenched in time with his fists. “Why are you doing this?”

He truly couldn’t tell why Antoine was intentionally trying to provoke him. Did he enjoy rubbing it in his face? The virginity fact was new, and it only added fuel to the fire.

“Because I want to hurt you. I want to hurt you, just like you hurt her.”

“I didn’t mean-”

“I don’t care.” Cristiano looked surprised that he interrupted him, Antoine wasn’t usually one for confrontation. “I don’t care if you didn’t mean it, or that it was said in the heat of the moment.” He shook his head, raking a hand through his fluffy hair as he remembered his best friend coming to him in tears.

“Have you ever wondered why Gen doesn’t speak about her mother?”

Cristiano’s brows twitched down for a second in thought. He had never paid much attention to it before, but now that Antoine mentioned it, he had only ever heard of her father -Laurent.

“Her mother cheated on Laurent. When he found out, he made sure that she would never see Genevieve again…she tore their family apart, and Gen will never forgive her for that.”

It felt as if a stone had settled in Cristiano’s stomach, and he guiltily looked away from Antoine’s judgemental stare.

“You accused her of being the type of person she’s spent her whole life hating.” Antoine’s teeth ground together, before he spoke up once more.

“So, no. I don’t care that you got jealous over a drunken one-night stand that happened before we even became friends. I do care about my best friend coming home in tears, as if someone had ripped the heart out of her chest."

“I love her.”

“What?”

“I said, I love her. It’s why I am here…to tell her.”

“You’ve never told her that before.” Antoine mused quietly, he sounded like he was thinking aloud.

“How do you even know that?”

“I’m her best friend, she tells me things.” The Frenchman shrugged, as if that was all the explanation he needed to give.  

“Okay, whatever.” Cristiano shook his head in exasperation. “Is she here?”

Antoine shook his head negatively, still deciding whether or not to trust the older man with his best friend’s heart. It hadn’t really worked out too well the first time. Sensing that Antoine wasn’t going to help him much, Cristiano sighed in annoyance.

“Look, if you want me to beg, fine. I need to see her, Antoine. I need her. Please.”

Antoine huffed out a breath, clenching his jaw as his pale eyes studied the desperate look on Cristiano’s face. He never thought he would see the -usually confident- man reduced to this. But it reassured him that maybe he was being genuine.

“She’s not here.”

“Then where is she?” Cris was getting sick of this. But he had misunderstood Antoine’s meaning, and the Frenchman quickly cleared it up when he realised.

“No, I meant that she’s not in Spain.”

Cris shook his head in confusion. He hoped to god that she hadn’t left the country because of his mistake. But she was too strong for that. She wouldn’t let some man come between her life like that.

“She’s in Paris.” Antoine frowned deeply as he continued, and was surprised to see Cristiano’s expression mirroring his own. “Her father is in hospital, they don’t know what the problem is yet but she landed two days ago.”

Cris nodded slowly at the information, wondering how he could get to Paris, especially considering he had a flight in a few hours and a match the next day. Not just any match too, the Champions League final - against the man who was currently glaring at him.

“Thank you…for telling me.” Antoine’s furrowed brows relaxed, but he pinned Cristiano with a hard glare.

“If you hurt her again-”

“I won’t-”

“If you do…I’ll make sure she hates you for the rest of her life. And Cristiano? The only other person to hurt her like this was her mother. She hasn’t seen her in 23 years. You hurt her this time, and neither will you.”  

With that said, he practically slammed the door shut in Cristiano’s face for dramatic effect. He froze momentarily, feeling a little proud at his defence of his friend, but he had no doubt that Cristiano could kick down the door and beat him up for slamming it in his face.

Anto smirked triumphantly when he heard the older man’s footsteps retreating from his door.

The flight to Paris was a blur.

Not 24 hours ago he was hoisting the Champions League trophy in the air, and now he was on his way to see if he could salvage the most important relationship he had ever been involved in. The lady at the reception had stared at him with wide eyes, and despite not being allowed to reveal patient information to someone who wasn’t directly related, he had managed to nag her into telling him what room Laurent was in.

He didn’t even know if Genevieve was there in the first place, but he knew she loved her father too much to leave his bedside.

And there she was, asleep on the small couch that sat adjacent to Laurent’s bed. Had he been paying more attention to anyone but Via, he would have noticed that the older man was in fact awake. Instead, he gently scooped her up and out of her uncomfortable position, cradling her to his chest as he sat down. She groaned quietly at the disruption, but was quick to settle and rest her head on his chest comfortably.

“You hurt her.”

Cristiano almost flinched when Laurent’s voice cut through the quiet rhythmic beeping of machines. It wasn’t a question, and Cristiano was honest with the man. He had never met Laurent before and this was technically his first impression, so he knew it was best to be honest.

“I did.” He nodded, his gaze dropping to the floor in shame.

“But you love her.”

“I do.” He paused for a moment, knowing that if anyone knew the answer to his next question, it would be the man before him. “Will she forgive me?” It was asked quietly, and Laurent could hear the carefully masked fear in the footballer’s voice.

“That is a question only she can answer.” Cris gnawed at his lip nervously, staring down at her tired features. She was still so beautiful, even without the care she usually took on her own appearance. “But, if it makes you feel better…I think she will.”

Cristiano’s brown orbs shot back up to her father, and the Frenchman could see the spark of hope in them. “Really?”

Laurent nodded slightly before elaborating. “When she was old enough to understand why her mother had ‘left’, Genevieve vowed to never see the woman again. She never wanted to meet her, or know her. When my daughter is hurt, as childish as it may be, she will do whatever it takes to avoid whoever hurt her.”

“Sir…sorry, but how is that meant to make me feel better?” He felt awkward talking to Laurent. The man was intimidating and more importantly, he was Gen’s dad. Cris tried remaining as respectful as possible, knowing that Gen care for her father’s opinion just as much as he cared for his own mother’s.

Laurent chuckled tiredly.

“In all the time I have known my daughter, I’ve never seen her happier to watch Real Madrid play, than she was last night when you lifted that Champions League trophy.”

Cristiano perked up, hope swelling in him at the news that she had watched the game, and was happy for him. They had played against Atlético after all, her favourite team and her best friend.

“She loves you, Cristiano. That much I do know.” The footballer nodded slowly, and he could tell by Laurent’s hushed voice and slow response, that he was about to fall asleep. But before his medicine induced nap hit him, he managed to squeeze out a few final words.

“But if you hurt her again…you’ll be dealing with me…”

He tried not to jerk away when her nose bumped into his neck, tickling him and inhaling deeply at the same time. He felt her still for a moment, and his stomach shook in silent laughter while she sniffed him making the same rapid sounds his dog usually would. Surely she couldn’t identify him by scent alone…

“Nnuugh…Cris.” He grinned with a small blush as she pulled her head back to meet his gaze with squinting eyes. She smiled dreamily at him, and burrowed her head back into the crook of his neck like a small child.

His fingers gently raked through her hair, knowing that she loved the feeling. She sighed happily at his actions and pressed a small kiss to his neck that did nothing to help the new problem in his pants. It had been almost 4 weeks without her, and just holding her close was enough to make desire shoot through him.

“That feels nice…” He almost cocked a brow, but then he realised she wasn’t talking about that, but rather the hand stroking her hair. “But I’m still yelling at you later.”

He chuckled quietly. “As long as you come back home, that’s okay with me.”

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Antoine Griezmann

Antoine Griezmann born on the 21st of March 1991. He plays for Atletico Madrid and France National Team.

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Blurbs

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OneShots

Falling For You… Literally ~ Antoine falling over on the ice and you decide to be the knight in shining armour by going over to help him only to fall too

Baking Fun ~ Your son wants to bake some Easter treats with Antoine

Under Daddy’s Protection ~ There’s a supposed monster in your child’s bedroom but Antoine scares them away

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Smuts

Jealously ~ Antoine gets jealous of you talking to his teammates so he takes matters into his own hands

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amor de me vida

Player: Rodrigo De Paul Words: 975 Warnings: None, fluff Request: Stealing their clothes - he's away and you've been ill at home but you miss him so you basically drag yourself to his apartment/house to wear one of his hoodies and joggers and then he comes home during the night (was supposed to be later that next day) and he finds you cuddled up in his bed, wearing his clothes and he drops everything and joins you and you wake up and you two cuddle and A/N: I tweaked it a little bit, hope you like it!

title's from Maluma's ADMV

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January was one of those months that always left her feeling run down. Work had been exhausting the past month and today had been a particularly horrible day where everything that could go wrong, went wrong. What made it even worse was that she hadn’t been able to see her boyfriend in over a week due to their conflicting work schedules and missed him terribly. He always knew exactly what to do to make her feel better. Missing him felt like a dull ache in her chest, mirroring the way her head pounded with a headache that had settled behind her eyes. There was no point in pretending she could get any work done feeling like this, so after sending a quick email to her boss, she packed up for the day and figured she might as well go to his house to at least seek comfort in his shower and bed. One of the many advantages of dating a professional athlete was that they had money to spend on top tier water pressure and mattresses. 

After stopping by the supermarket to get some soup and bread, she parked her car in front of his house. Rodrigo had given her a key for situations just like this, where she needed him to settle the ache in her bones. Dropping her work bag by the door, she took off her shoes and carried the groceries into the kitchen. Her phone automatically connected to the sound system he had set up, and the playlist she had put on in the car started playing over the speakers. She made her way to the ensuite, throwing her clothes in the laundry basket. As the hot water hit her skin, she sighed at the feeling of her muscles letting go of the tension that had held them in a vice all day. 

She wrapped the towel tighter around herself and walked to Rodrigo’s closet. They shared a preference for oversized lounge wear and while his closet held about a third of her’s, right now she wanted nothing more than to wrap up in one of his soft hoodies. Grabbing her favourite one, she buried her face in the fabric, inhaling the scent of his fabric softener and aftershave. Smiling softly as his scent enveloped her, she got dressed in the hoodie and a pair of sweatpants, and settled in for an evening on the couch with her favourite series on TV.

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To say he was tired would be an understatement. Between winning the world cup with Argentina and the starting of La Liga, his time had been spent mostly travelling. The plan had been to travel back from their latest away fixture early the next morning, but the whole team wanted to go home and see their families –Rodrigo being one of them. Ever since Diego agreed, he’d been trying to get a hold of his girlfriend. She hadn’t answered her phone, but when he pulled up to his house he spotted her car on the driveway. His lips tugged up in a smile seeing it parked there. Rodrigo quickly made his way inside, dropping his bag by the stairs to take up later. The house was quiet, but he could tell she was still downstairs by the light coming from the living room.

“Babe?” he called out, voice barely above speaking volumes. He waited a beat to see if she’d answer before moving into the living room. The TV was still on, a streaming service politely asking if anyone was still watching. Rodrigo moved further into the room, picking up the remote to turn the TV off. Turning his face, he spotted his girlfriend on the couch, bundled up in one of his hoodies and fast asleep. She had made herself a hot drink and was still clutching the empty mug to her chest as her head rested on her own shoulder. He couldn’t help but smile lovingly, taking in her sleeping features. Rodrigo carefully took the mug from her hands, placing it on the coffee table, before moving to lift her up. He chuckled when she sighed deeply and snuggled into him as he carried her out of the room. 

“Hey,” she croaked, waking up enough to realise the couch wasn’t moving but her boyfriend had come home and was carrying her upstairs.

“Hey mi vida. This is a nice surprise, didn’t think you’d gotten my texts.” 

“Put my phone on do not disturb, so haven’t seen any come in. Just missed you and your hoodies,” she mumbled, sleep slurring her speech. Rodrigo chuckled and carried her up the stairs. He gently set her down on his bed and moved to his closet to get her a shirt to sleep in. 

“How was your day?” he asked as he handed it to her. 

“It’s been hectic and I’m exhausted. Last month was insane and it’s not looking to slow down any time soon. Went home early today with a headache,” she told him, swapping the hoodie for the shirt. Kicking off the sweatpants, she got under the covers. Rodrigo climbed in as well, pulling her closer. It wasn’t lost on him that she had referred to his house as home, his heart squeezing at the thought of her living with him. 

“I have the day off tomorrow, how about we spend it in bed all day?” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple. She hummed in agreement, snuggling into him. 

“That sounds lovely,” she sighed. Rodrigo smiled again, pressing his lips to her hair. He heard how her breathing evened out, body fully relaxed against his. Finally giving in to sleep, the last thought that crossed his mind was that he would ask her to move in tomorrow. Home was no longer a place, it had become a person shaped like the woman asleep in his arms. 

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if your cascade ocean wave blues come

Player: Marcos Llorente Words: 1084 Warnings: Detailed description of a panic attack, dealing with mental health struggles, smut (just teeny bit), cockwarming (if you squint) A/N: I had this idea for a while but couldn't figure out where to begin until it hit me one Sunday and I wrote the whole thing pretty much in one sitting

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You know before you even look at the clock that it’s early in the morning. It’s still pitch black, the world outside of your bedroom is very much still asleep. If only you were that lucky.  You can feel the worry gnawing at the edges of you as it takes up more and more space. Sighing, you toss and turn, trying to find the sweet spot on your pillow that will shut your brain up. It had been quiet up until the moment it woke you up, the pre-bedtime activities enough to tire you out, your anxiety riddled brain peacefully going along. Unfortunately for you, your brain wins this fight; thoughts begin running a million miles an hour and you can feel the panic slowly clawing its way into your chest and up your throat. 

You’re trying to fight the unravelling with logic, but it’s to no avail when your head keeps pelting you with what ifs and shouldn’t haves. You try to keep your breathing even, hoping that the war that’s raging in your body won’t wake up your boyfriend, but the feeling of someone squeezing your throat closed does absolutely nothing to help you do so. 

In.. out.. you tell yourself, counting your breaths as hot tears burn at the corners of your eyes and you swallow down a sob. You squeeze your eyes shut, a hand clamped over your mouth as you try every single coping strategy your therapist taught you, but nothing works –the failure only adds to the panic that’s tearing its way through you, paralysing you in the process as the only thought that crosses your mind is I can’t breathe. 

You know it’s too late to take the sleeping tablets she prescribed you with; if you take one now, you’ll be knocked out for the next 9 hours. The weighted blanket you would fall back on is still at your own flat, seeing as you had forgotten to bring it. You hadn’t thought you would need it, things had been going so well ever since you switched meds –too well apparently. Right now you could kick yourself for your optimism. Granted, things had been a lot worse at the beginning of your relationship with Marcos, where the anxiety had felt debilitating at times and you even wondered what he saw in you in the first place. Thankfully he was quick to dispel all your doubts and assure you that if anything, it made him want to love you harder, fiercer. 

Trying the breathing exercise once more, you let out a shaky breath but it’s not working. A frustrated sob escapes as an arm wraps itself around your waist, pulling you closer. 

“‘S wrong?” your boyfriend mutters in your ear, still half asleep. You try to answer him, but the panic has made it impossible to form a coherent thought. Instead you let out the sobs you’d tried to bite back. 

“Hey,” Marcos says, sounding a lot more awake now, “hey, I’ve got you.” 

You allow him to turn you around, to pull you against him. You claw at his chest, the feeling of his skin under your fingertips serving as a small reminder of what lulled you to sleep in the first place. Marcos keeps whispering sweet nothings in your ear, keeps running his fingers through your hair. You can feel his heart beating in his chest where your fingertips rest against his skin. The steady thud thud thud provides you with the lifeline you need in order to break through the haze of anxiety, as you slowly, so very slowly, return into your body. You realise how tense your muscles are as you try to relax into him, how you feel an ache whenever you move your legs, serving as another reminder as to what served as a sleeping aid. 

Marcos rubs slow little circles over your shoulder, the touch enough to break through the last of the fog in your brain. Your body feels heavy all of a sudden as the tension drains out of you. Taking a deep breath, you exhale slowly, before opening your eyes. A dull ache is settling behind your eyes and you know that it’ll feel like you’ve been hit by a truck when you wake up tomorrow, but you’ll gladly deal with that over the aftermath of a full blown panic attack that would lead you down the scary spiralling thoughts rabbit hole. 

Marcos looks at you, his eyes swimming with concern and adoration for you. 

“Had an anxiety attack?” he asks and you nod.  

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No,” you whisper, “just want to stop thinking.” Marcos smiles sleepily and pulls you even closer. 

“I thought you had fucked me dumb,” you confess, voice small, cheeks burning and core throbbing as more memories flood your head of how he had pulled orgasm after orgasm from you. Marcos’ chuckle reverberates through your chest and you can almost make out his cocky grin at your disguised compliment. 

“Let me try something. Am too tired to fuck you dumb as you so eloquently put it,” he says, pulling your thigh over his hip, “but maybe this’ll do the trick,” he adds and gently, so very gently nudges his semi-hard cock into you. You gasp, the feeling of him stretching you is almost overwhelming. He slides in easily, you’re still dripping from earlier with your own release mingled with his cum. Marcos holds you against him, one hand buried underneath his pillow while the other grips the fleshy part of where thigh meets hip. Your breath comes out panting as you get used to the feeling of him, fighting the urge to roll your hips.

“God, you always feel so good,” Marcos all but groans. You can’t help but moan in agreement, the feeling of being so full enough to make your brain stop whirling. It forces you to remain firmly in your body and out of your head. Marcos allows you to snuggle into him, and you let out a content little sigh as the exhaustion tugs at you. 

“Think you can sleep like this?” Marcos murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You nod, letting out a soft hum in agreement as your eyes struggle to remain open.

“Thank you,” you mumble. 

“Mm, more than welcome mi flor. Sleep, baby,” he murmurs, and it’s all the encouragement you need to fall asleep, feeling so warm and safe wrapped up in the cocoon his body creates for you. 

ngl, I was nervous to post this one. Having dealt with mental health problems myself (and having suffered from panic attacks), it hit a little close to home. Know that if you recognise yourself in this fic, you are worthy of help and love.

please let me know what you think, your comments are like breadcrumbs for the fanfic goblins in my brain (or maybe they're ducks. who knows?)

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because I fell in love with your marcos llorente fic

I am begging for one with 💚 or 🤎 or 🤍

Thank you so much ives 🧡

you're half of me

Pairing: Marcos Llorente x fem!reader Words: 1066 Warnings: none, weddings In which you and Marcos tie the knot

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Never in your wildest dreams did you imagine you’d end up here. Well, that’s not entirely true, you’d just never imagine yourself in this role, be on this side of the story. Your hands feel clammy and your heart is racing as nerves settle in the hollow of your chest. It’s a good kind of nervousness for a change, there’s an excitement there that reminds you of childhood, of jumping off a cliff without knowing whether the water would be cold or warm as you dive in, head first. Taking another steadying breath, you tighten your grip on your bouquet and lift your eyes when the doors open. The string quartet is playing the song the two of you had picked out, a song that meant so much to the both of you. You can hear the ends of conversations die down as the people the two of you love so dearly talk in hushed voices. You can see both your families, recognise all of his teammates and their partners, spot a couple of your closest friends but it all fades to the background when your eyes adjust to the late afternoon sun and your eyes meet his. Marcos. 

He looks good in his suit, the navy blue matching the ocean lapping away just beyond the walls of the finca you had chosen as the backdrop for this day. His hair is styled to perfection, and he gives you this smile that is half mischief, half soft adoration, and it leaves you with butterflies in your stomach similar to that moment you realised you had fallen deeply in love with him. The closer you get, the harder it becomes to see him as tears threaten to spill over your lash line. Marcos holds out a hand, biting his lip now, and you can tell through the haze of unshed tears that he is just as choked up as you are. You pass your bouquet to your best friend and take Marcos’ hand in yours. You watch as he takes in all the little details of your dress, the delicate embroidery all over the soft ivory chiffon fabric and lace trim of the short sleeves, the way the neckline plunges until just below your sternum where the fabric flows all the way down with tiny buttons running down until just below your knees. It’s perhaps sexier than you ever dared to imagine yourself wearing, but from the moment you laid eyes on it, you knew it was meant to be your dress. 

“God, you’re so beautiful mi flor,” he sighs, sounding almost reverent as the setting sun twinkles in his eyes, reminding you of how it would glitter on the surface of the ocean, as it highlights his features in liquid gold.

“You don’t look so bad yourself, either,” you reply softly, almost drowning in the blue of his eyes. He squeezes your hand as you both turn towards the officiant. 

The whole ceremony washes over you in a blur of laughter and barely choked back tears. You manage to keep it together until it’s time to exchange vows. Marcos signals with a squeeze for you to go first. Clearing your throat, you take the paper from the officiant.

“My dearest Marcos, I won’t lie and say that it was easy to write all of this. How do you tell the person you can’t imagine doing life without what they mean to you? And then I found this poem that says exactly how I feel about you,” you start before swallowing around a lump in your throat, “I crave you, /I crave you in the most innocent form / To take long walks with you in the dawn / And watch the day break with your hand in mine / To watch your eyes when they look at me / I crave you, / I crave you to place kisses on my forehead / And to watch you sleep in my arms on stormy nights / To say goodnight to you every day of my life / To hear you say you still adore me even at my worst / Damn… I crave you, / In ways that I just want to be next to you / And that if I had to choose my best day ever / My finest hour.. My wildest dream come true / It would be with you… / over and over / again and again / through and through.” 

You fold the paper in half again, giving it to the officiant before you slide the gold band in place. Marcos gives your fingers another squeeze, brushing away your tears with his thumb. He then pulls a sheet of folded paper from the inside pocket of his blazer.

“I also struggled to find the words to express how absolutely head-over-heels in love I am with you, until I remembered you reading me this poem when we spent a rainy morning in bed,” Marcos says, taking a steadying breath, “I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz, / or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: / I love you as one loves certain obscure things, / secretly, between the shadow and the soul. / I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,  / I love you directly without problems or pride: / I love you like this because I don’t know any other way / to love, / except in this form in which I am not nor are you, / so close that your hand upon my chest is mine, / so close that your eyes close with my dreams.” 

As soon as Marcos started reading your favourite poem by your favourite poet, you were in floods, tears rolling quietly down your cheeks. The fact that he remembered something you had told him during the beginning of your relationship fills you with such warmth; it makes you feel both seen and heard. Marcos puts his vows back in his pocket and takes the other ring, sliding it in place below your engagement ring. It barely registers when the officiant pronounces you husband and wife, but Marcos is quick to pull you closer. He gently rests his hands against your cheeks, fingers curling around your jaw as he kisses you with such a deep undercurrent of love and admiration, it makes your head spin, leaving you breathless. You wrap your hands around his wrists, tethering yourself to him in a similar way to the gold around your fingers will forever symbolise. 

It's been a while since I wrote a wedding, and while it's always tricky to figure out certain elements/details, I do love it so thank your for giving me the opportunity!

The poems referenced are I Crave You by Esther Haddasah Sendeza and Sonnet XVII by Pablo Neruda

Please let me know what you think, your comments mean the world to me

Wrote this as part of a kisses challenge I'm taking part in this year. Feel free to send in a request or suggestions!

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and it sounds just like a song

Player: Marcos Llorente Words: 738 Warnings: Smut from the first paragraph, masturbation (f), unprotected sex, dirty talk, multiple orgasms (f) A/N: I blame Atleti's admin for this, they're feeding the brain rot about this slut of a man. I wrote this in a couple of hours and barely edited it so please be kind @mercedesjpg hope you enjoy!

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He hears her before he sees her. Marcos can’t help the grin that spreads on his face as he opens the door into the living room to see his girlfriend on the couch, wearing nothing but an old Atleti t-shirt, back arching and body trembling as an orgasm tears through her. 

“What a sight to come home to,” he comments, closing the door behind him. He leans against it, arms crossed as he keeps watching her.

“All your fault,” she all but moans as she comes down, hips still bucking as she keeps the toy pressed against her clit, “oh fuck..” 

A whine leaves her mouth as she throws her head back. The vibrations against her already sensitive clit are enough to send her flying again. He can feel his cock straining against his tracksuit bottoms as he watches her. 

“How is this my fault baby, you’re the one with a vibrator against her dripping pussy,” he coos, moving closer. He takes the toy from her hand and drags it through her folds, down to her opening, collecting her wetness, before moving it back up to her clit.

“It’s your slutty behaviour. You might-.. Fuck… you might as well show up to training in speedos next time,” she manages to say as she pants. Marcos smirks and presses a button to increase the intensity of the vibrations, making her cry out as he drags it over her clit.

“Sun’s out, thighs out. Not my fault the social media team captures it every time,” he comments and keeps the toy pressed against her.

“Oh God.. Marcos.. I’m gonna.. So close…” she mumbles, as the muscles in her thighs tremble. 

“One more, let go, hermosa..” he murmurs, watching as she comes undone for the third time. 

“More.. I need-.. Please.. Marcos..” she whines, not finishing any of her sentences, thoughts inchorrent as she comes down from her high, hips moving in slow circles. 

“What do you need, baby?” he all  but purrs, turning the vibrations down to the lowest setting. 

“Need more.. Need you.. Please, fuck me.. Marcos.. Please..” He doesn’t need more encouragement than that. Marcos turns the toy off, dropping it to the floor before stripping. He then helps her undress before turning her over onto her stomach. 

“Such a needy girl, aren’t you?” Marcos says, holding onto her hips as he slowly enters her from behind. She can only moan in return, the feeling of him stretching her almost overwhelming. 

“Please..” she whispers, fingers desperately clutching at the couch cushions. Marcos hums and sets an unrelenting pace, filling her so deep she sees stars. 

“Yes…” she moans, eyes fluttering closed as he gives her what she needs. She tilts her hips ever so slightly, making him hit that spot inside her.

“Fuck! Right there.. Don’t-.. Don’t stop…” 

“Feel so good baby. Gonna be a good girl for me and let me fuck you? Just let me use this pretty pussy?” Marcos’ words send a jolt of lust down her and she can only nod. His fingers dig into her as he gives her what she begged for. Marcos keeps murmuring praise and absolutely filthy things, half of which barely even register in her lust-clouded brain. She can feel her orgasm building. She knows it won’t be as gentle as the previous ones, they all helped build up this tidal wave that’s threatening to pull her under. Marcos is about to absolutely ruin her.

“Marcos-.. Can-.. Need.. Please can I cum?” she begs, her voice breaking with a sob of pure need. 

“That’s it baby, let go for me.. Need to feel you cum,” he all but grunts, reaching a hand down to rub tight little circles over her sensitive bud. Her orgasm washes over her, pulling her under as her vision blurs, body trembling with the intensity of it. Marcos is quick to follow, spilling into her with a groan.

As she returns into her body, she can hear the echo of someone screaming bouncing off the walls in the living room. Marcos lets go of her hips, pulling out and picking up his discarded shirt from the floor to help her clean up. She clings to him as she allows him to turn her onto her back. 

“Thank you,” she murmurs, eyes still unfocussed as she looks at him.

“Mm, you’re welcome hermosa. I love you,” he replies softly, brushing her hair out of her eyes. 

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let it fall on you

Player: Antoine Griezmann Words: 863 Warnings: None, fluff, slightly suggestive ending Request: Snowball fight - you know that idiot is going to bring out his competitive side for this and not settle until he has a face full of snow or is on his back bc she's pushed him over.

For @footballffbarbiex, merry Christmas! I hope you like it <3

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“Hey babe, catch!” Antoine called from the other side of the car. She had been too focussed on not losing her footing on the frozen over snowy path leading from their holiday rental to the car to see what her boyfriend had gotten up to. They had plans to meet his parents for lunch before getting some last minute Christmas shopping in so her mind was preoccupied with making sure she locked the door and going through the list of who still needed buying for in her head. His parents had kindly offered for them to stay at their house but they had politely declined. There was no way Antoine could keep his hands to himself during this getaway (and she knew there was no way she could remain quiet enough if they shared a wall with his parents), so they had rented a cabin roughly 30 minutes from his parents’ house instead.

It wasn’t until she felt whatever he had thrown hit her against her shoulder, that she realised Antoine had thrown a snowball at her.

“Son of a-.. I could’ve slipped!” She stared daggers at him, wiping the snow off her coat. 

“Sorry chérie,” Antoine replied, but his grin and sparkling eyes told her he was anything but. 

“Oh, you’re on,” she muttered and quickly gathered some snow with her gloved hands, packing it down tightly. She threw the snowball as hard as she could, but of course Antoine’s reflexes were a lot quicker than hers and he ducked out of the way. She heard his laughter before another snowball flew past her head, hitting the tree behind her. 

“Aim’s a little off babe,” she called out as she hunched down behind a holly bush. She quickly made a small pile of snowballs, and judging by the lack of snowballs being hurled her way, Antoine was doing the same. She knew that if she wanted him to lose, she had to work smarter not harder. She carefully made her way around to the back of the car, stopping every so often to make sure Antoine hadn’t caught on yet. 

“You’re awfully quiet, chérie,” Antoine called out. She had just reached the boot of the car and hunched down, biting down on her lip to stifle the laugh that was bubbling up. She could see the gears turning in his head, trying to figure out what she was doing. 

“Babe? Are you okay?” he asked, getting up from his crouch behind the car. This was her chance to get even. She carefully moved closer, snowball at the ready as she came up behind him. 

“I’m just peachy,” she replied, waiting for him to turn around before throwing the snowball in his face. She managed to hit him half against his forehead and half against his beanie. Her sneak attack caught him off guard and Antoine lost his footing on a patch of frozen over snow. She laughed as she watched him tumble down flat on his back with a thud and a groan. 

“You know what they say, revenge is best served cold,” she said as she came standing next to him. Antoine glared at her, but accepted her hand to help him back up. As soon as he took hold of her hand she knew she’d made a mistake when his eyes twinkled mischievously and his lips curled up in that grin she had come to associate with trouble. 

“Antoi-..” The rest of the sentence died on her lips as Antoine pulled her down. She let out a shriek as she fell on top of him. 

“What was that about revenge?” he asked her, a twinkle in his bright blue eyes. She hit him against his chest before trying to roll off him. Antoine tightened his arms around her and held her to his chest. 

“You know how much I love having you on top of me, chérie,” he murmured, his eyes darkening. Heat spread from her core throughout her body at his words. Antoine had always had that effect on her; turning light teasing and flirting into dirty promises in the span of seconds which always left her more than a little flushed and breathless. 

“I know, but it’s minus 5 degrees. I am not ready to lose a nipple to frostbite,” she retorted, trying once more to get up. Antoine let out a laugh at her words. She finally managed to get up from the ground and held out her hand once more so she could pull him up as well. This time Antoine accepted the help, but kept hold of her hand when he stood back upright. He pulled her closer to him, kissing her softly, which quickly became more heated. She gasped when she felt his cold fingers against the skin of her neck as he deepened the kiss. 

“We don’t have time… Your parents-..”

“I’ll text my mother that the roads aren’t cleared yet. No way to get to town safely. Oh what a shame,” he interrupted as he moved them back towards the front door of the A-frame cabin. 

“There’s always tomorrow,” he added, unlocking the front door and moving them into the living room. 

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Frustrations

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Player: Rodrigo De Paul Words: 1304 Warnings: Smut, p in v, unprotected sex, dirty talk, slightly dom!Rodri A/N: It's truly a shame that there is no RDP fanfic on this site. Just look at him! How can you not?? This one's for @footballffbarbiex. Honest to god, Jan Oblak and RDP's pissed off face were the only two good things about yesterday's match. I wrote this in just a little over an hour last night while having half an eye on the last few minutes of CL matches. It's by far the dirtiest thing I've written so far, so enjoy

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The match had been infuriating to watch from the sidelines, but she knew it would have been even more infuriating to play. She looked up from organising her kit when the door slammed open. She hadn’t expected them back yet, they usually stayed on the pitch to thank the fans. When Jan walked in with a face like thunder, she quickly slipped out knowing the boys needed their space. As she stood in the corridor, she watched different versions of frustration and disappointment walk into the dressing room. 

Her heart hammered in her chest when she spotted Rodrigo storming down the tunnel. She was attracted to him on a normal day, but there was something about him seething that made her stomach flip. She felt herself move further back the closer he came until her back collided with the wall. Rodrigo kept walking, taking hold of her AAA lanyard and yanking her close to him when he stood in front of her. She gulped, the fabric digging into the back of her neck as she looked up at him. His eyes were dark and she could feel the anger radiating off of him as his lips crashed to hers. She knew she should be scared of him –any rational person would be- but instead she could feel her pussy throb as he pushed her back against the wall, pinning her in place with his body.

“Don’t fucking move,” he ordered after breaking the kiss. She swallowed hard as she looked at him. There was only one way this would end and she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t looking forward to it. She nodded, not trusting herself to speak. Rodri stormed into the dressing room but came back out almost immediately. He took hold of her hand and basically dragged her along the corridor. 

“I’d find an empty closet, but I know you don’t care about who sees you getting fucked,” he said, his voice hard as steel. He had moved them far enough away from the tunnel and dressing room that it would be unlikely for someone to walk in on them, but she knew it wasn’t impossible. Knowing they could get caught at any moment and the promise of him just using her to work through his frustrations had her clenching around nothing. 

Rodri pushed her face first against the wall, his front pressing against her back. She moaned softly when she felt his hard cock against her bum, grinding against him. 

“That’s right baby. You gonna be a good girl and just take this cock, hm? Bet you’re already soaking at the thought of it, aren’t you?”

“Rodr-…” 

“You just gonna let me use that pretty cunt of yours?” he interrupted. She nodded, eyes fluttering closed. He yanked her tracksuit bottoms down, letting them pool around her ankles. She felt him palm her ass through her underwear, moving it aside to expose her already dripping cunt. He let out a low growl at the sight of her. She heard him pull his shorts down far enough to free his cock. She bit her lip to stifle a moan as he roughly entered her. The stretch of him filling her was almost overwhelming, making her gasp.  

“Oh that’s cute baby, we both know you can’t keep quiet. Let them know how well you’re taking this. Need to hear you as I fuck you,” Rodrigo said as he slammed his hips against her. She tried to find something to hold onto, but her fingers found nothing. She splayed her hands against the cold tiles, fighting a losing battle as they continued to slip down. 

His fingers dug into her hips as he fucked into her, using her to get the anger and frustration out of his system. She let out a string of curses when he tilted her hips ever so slightly, changing the angle of his thrusts. By doing so, he hit that spot inside of her every time he entered her. She could hear herself whimper and moan as the sounds of her arousal and his pelvis hitting against her ass bounced off the walls. 

“Fuck, look at you. So wet for me, taking my cock so well,” Rodrigo whispered in her ear. He gripped her body so hard that she knew it would leave marks. The thought alone made her clench around him. 

“Fuck, baby. So good, always so good for me. Love watching you take my cock like this.”

She could feel the coil tightening in the pit of her stomach as he whispered filthy things in her ear that reduced her to a whimpering and panting mess. 

“Rodri-.. close… So- fuck… So close… Please,” she managed to get out, as he fucked her against the wall. 

“Not about you baby, you’re just gonna take what I give you,” he bit back through gritted teeth. 

If she’d been able to form coherent thoughts, she would have responded to him. She felt him move a hand down to where their bodies met, rubbing tight circles around her clit. The added stimulation was the last straw; she cried out as her orgasm wrecked through her, body trembling and pussy clenching around him. She heard him swear as he spilled deep inside her. 

She immediately felt cold when he pulled out and whimpered at the loss. 

“What a sight you are baby, absolutely ruined with my cum dripping down your thighs,” Rodrigo said as he tucked himself back into his shorts. He helped her stand back up, leaning her against the wall as he righted her panties and pulled her trousers back up. She swallowed hard, eyes still unfocused as she came down from her high. Her legs felt like jelly and her heart beat hard against the confines of her chest. His eyes scanned her face, looking for any signs that he had gone too far. His eyes had softened and his face had lost its hardness. Rodrigo kissed her again, more gentle this time. She sighed into the kiss as she clung to him, her legs still refusing to function. 

“Thank you mi vida,” Rodrigo murmured in her ear as he held her to his chest. 

“Help me get to the dressing room please? Need to clean up before we get on the bus,” she managed to say. 

“Don’t think there’s time before the bus leaves. I’ll run you a bath when we get back to the hotel,” he said, brushing a strand of hair that had come loose from her ponytail back behind her ear. She buried her face in the crook of his neck and nodded. Her cheeks were burning at the knowledge he’d be dripping out of her all the way back. Rodrigo kissed her on the side of her head and walked them back towards the dressing room. 

“C’mon, let’s go. I think they might have already gotten on the bus,” he said as he pushed the door open so they could retrieve their belongings. 

“Got that out of your system?” Diego asked when he spotted them outside of the stadium. She felt the blush spread to her chest at the knowledge everyone had heard them. She knew their relationship was the worst kept secret at the club. It was one thing for his teammates to tease them about it, but them knowing what they had just done was another and if she wasn’t absolutely certain the boys would riot, she’d fear losing her job over it. Rodrigo just nodded in reply to his manager as he helped her get onto the bus. She kept her eyes down, not daring to look at any of the players. He sat down next to her, taking the aisle seat. 

“Sleep, mi vida. I’ll wake you when we get there,” he said quietly, wrapping an arm around her.

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Weekend getaway

Player: Fernando Torres Words: 2104 Requested: No, but dedicated to @penguintransporter for sending me Nando filth. Warnings: Smut, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), p in v, unprotected sex A/N: you tell me. This just... happened. A "whoops my hand slipped" if you will.

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They had been like ships in the night for the last couple of months. Between work, practice, and their children’s after school programmes, they had hardly seen each other, let alone spent time with just the two of them. Which is why Fernando came up with a plan to surprise his wife with a weekend getaway to a cabin in the woods just outside of Madrid. He had arranged for their three children to spend the weekend with his parents so they could leave as soon as she was done with work. 

“Nando? Wh-what are you doing here?” She looked up from her computer screen, brows furrowed in confusion.

“Hey sweetheart. Here,” Fernando replied, his eyes soft and a gentle smile on his face. He handed her one of the Starbucks cups he was holding. She accepted it, taking a careful sip and smiling when she could taste the cinnamon syrup added to her flat white. 

“Thank you.” She leant back in her chair, sighing as the muscles in her shoulders and neck relaxed. “Did you stop by just to give me coffee?” she asked.

Fernando chuckled. “No, I actually came to pick you up.” 

Her eyebrows shot up in surprise. He hadn’t done that since before they got married, long before they had children. Her chest tightened with concern, every bad case scenario racing through her head. 

“Pick me up? Why? Is something wrong? Are the kids okay?” 

“That’ll have to stay a secret for now. Nothing’s wrong, I just wanted to surprise my wife,” Fernando explained, seeing her visibly relax, “I hope you don’t mind, but I packed your bag. We’re only going for a few days. Ready?” He held out his hand. She took another sip and shut down her computer. 

“Am now. Where are we going?” Fernando just gave her a secretive smile as an answer. “Right. Secret. Alright, I’ll get my coat.”

She looked out of the French doors that lead onto the deck of the cabin, hands wrapped around a mug of tea. He had outdone himself, really. The cabin Fernando had booked gave them the privacy they needed while at the same time not being too far from home. They had both put their phones on ‘do not disturb’ with the exception of his parents and planned to spend the weekend focussing on each other. She leant against the open door frame, just watching her husband as she took small sips of her tea. Fernando was busy chopping some wood for the fire pit. He had pushed the sleeves of his henley up, showcasing his tattoos. The mossy green colour suited him and he looked right at home in the woods surrounding the cabin. She could see the muscles on his back and shoulders move underneath the fabric every time he lifted the axe. Even after being married for nearly 13 years, he was as attractive to her as he had been when they first met. Fernando straightened up, wiping the sweat of his forehead with the bottom of his shirt. “Enjoying the view?” he called, turning his head to look at her.

“Very much so. You aren’t bad to look at either,” she replied with a grin. Fernando laughed and carried some of the logs to the deck so he could take them inside later for the small woodburner in the living room of the cabin. Standing in front of her, he stole the mug from her hands before taking a drink of the tea. He had always towered over her, but ever since he started his own gym after retiring from football, Fernando had truly filled out. She’d be lying if she said it wasn’t doing things to her. 

“You’re staring sweetheart,” Fernando murmured, breaking her train of thought as he gave the mug back. She could feel her cheeks heat up.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to. It’s just been so long since I got to ogle at my husband without a child needing me for something.” 

“I know. This weekend is all about us and you can stare as long as you want. I love knowing I still have that effect on you even after all these years,” Fernando said. He smiled lovingly at her, the laughter lines around his lips mirrored in the way his eyes crinkled. It set off butterflies in her stomach. She reached up on her tiptoes, kissing him softly. He instinctively wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer while the other hand came to rest on her cheek. He tilted her face, changing the angle as he deepened the kiss. A low moan escaped her throat as Fernando licked against the seam of her lips, seeking entrance and she dropped the mug to the floor, the faint clank of the enamel on the deck barely registering. She could taste the tea on his tongue, his scent enveloping her –a mixture of the woods, sweat and the lingering scent of his aftershave. Her fingers grabbed onto the fabric of his shirt, trying to tether herself to him. A slow heat started to curl in the pit of her stomach, spreading lower. Fernando moved his arms to her hips, lifting her up without breaking the kiss.  She wrapped her arms around his neck and legs around his waist and let him carry her into the cabin. Fernando moved his lips to her jaw, down to her neck.

“I need you… I’d take you to bed, but I need you,” Fernando whispered, sucking on the skin behind her ear. He lowered himself onto the rug, laying her down gently. He reached above his head, behind him, and pulled off his shirt in one fluid motion. Her heart hammered in her chest as she took in his naked torso, a throbbing between her legs as she admired how his muscles moved under his skin. He’d always been beautiful, but there was something about the juxtaposition of his gentle nature and intimidating form that had her aching for him. 

Fernando took the hem of her loose knit jumper in his hands, pulling it up. She raised her arms, allowing him to pull it over her head. Fernando let out a low groan at the sight of her lacy bra, tracing the scalloped edge with a finger. She reached behind her, unclasping her bra and letting it fall away. His eyes darkened as he cupped her breast, rolling his thumb over the nipple. She clenched her thighs shut, rubbing them together in an attempt to release the ache she felt. 

“Nando,” she moaned, arching her back. Fernando didn’t answer, instead he moved his hands to undo the button of her trousers before pulling them down her legs. A tiny voice in her lust-clouded brain was thankful she had decided to take off her shoes the moment they had entered the cabin. She reached up, popping the button of his jeans open and pulling the zipper down. Fernando took her wrists, pulling her away from his groin and pinning them down by her side. 

“This about you, sweetheart,” he murmured, as he settled between her legs. He pressed feather light kisses to her thighs, moving up higher. She gasped when he brushed a knuckle over her through her panties. 

“Please…” she whispered. She could feel him smile against her skin as he pulled her underwear to one side. Fernando ran his tongue over her folds, moaning against her when he tasted her arousal. 

“Fuck, Nando.. Please…” She ran her free hand over his shoulder, up and into his hair, tugging slightly. This elicited another moan out of him as he dipped his tongue into her. She gasped, throwing her head back and tilting her hips to grant him better access. Fernando hummed his approval, tongue slowly fucking her. He replaced his tongue with two of his fingers and licked over her clit.

“Fuck!” Her hips bucked against him. The fire that had started in the pit of her stomach was slowly spreading through her body. Her breathing came out in gasps and her eyes were squeezed shut as the pleasure washed over her.

“Yes.. Yes, fuck, Fer-.. Right there.. Yes…” 

Fernando curled his fingers inside of her and sucked on her clit. It had been so long since they’d been intimate like this. The stretch of his fingers and the slow assault of his tongue on her clit were enough to send her over the edge. 

She looked at him through heavy-lidded eyes, chest rising and falling fast, as he sat up. Fernando pushed his jeans and underwear down far enough to free his cock. She moaned at the sight of him, pussy throbbing in anticipation. Fernando moved over her, lifting her leg over his shoulder. He ran his cock through her folds, coating himself in her arousal before slowly entering her, making them both moan.

“Fuck.. Sweetheart, you feel so good around me..” Fernando groaned, pressing kisses to her neck and collarbones. 

“Need you to move Fer..” she whispered, running her fingers through his hair. Fernando kissed the skin between shoulder and collarbone as he set a languid pace. She let her head fall back, giving him access to her throat, and moaned at the feeling of him filling her completely.

“Please…” Fernando pleaded, forehead resting against her temple. She answered him by nodding, giving him permission to speed up. She knew neither of them had the patience right now for long and slow. They were both aching for release. 

Fernando picked up the pace, slamming his hips into her. He wrapped her other leg around his hip, changing the angle even more which allowed him to enter even deeper. That familiar feeling started building again. She was dancing on the edge, that coil in the pit of her stomach tightening. She slid a hand down to where their bodies met and started rubbing her clit. 

“That’s it sweetheart… Feels so good…” Fernando moaned against her skin. 

“I’m gonna-..” She couldn’t even finish her sentence as her second orgasm wrecked through her. She clenched around him as the waves of her orgasm crashed over her, pulling Fernando under with her as he spilled deep inside her, moaning her name. Fernando collapsed on top of her, staying inside of her. She absentmindedly ran her fingers through his hair as she came down from her high. The weight of his body was comforting and grounding. 

“I don’t think this has happened since I was a teenager…” he chuckled as he lifted his head to look at her.

“All’s forgiven,” she said with a laugh, resting a hand against his cheek. Fernando smiled and rolled off of her, tucking himself back into his jeans. She reached for his discarded shirt, pulling it on before fixing her underwear. Fernando helped her up off the floor.

“Love seeing you in my shirts,” he said as he pulled her against his bare chest.

“Oh, I remember. Vividly. Especially if said shirt had your name on the back. Remember the Real Madrid game? Round of 16 I believe. I’m still not convinced no one walked in on us.” 

Fernando laughed and nodded. “We beat them 4-0, I remember it well. Don’t think anyone saw us, they did hear us though. The lads wouldn’t stop teasing me about it for a week. Daniel was the worst,” he said, his laugh still evident in his voice as his eyes twinkled. She chuckled and rested her head against his shoulder. 

They were quiet for a moment, just cuddling in the middle of the living room, the only sound the rustling of the wind through the leaves. A shiver ran through her as the wind swept into the cabin through the still open doors, the skin of her legs breaking out in goosebumps.

“Let’s get cleaned up, hm?” 

She nodded and let him guide her into the bathroom. 

“Let’s promise to make time for each other when we get back home. It shouldn’t have to take a weekend every six years to do so,” she said as she turned the shower on. Fernando hummed in agreement as he pulled his shirt off her, shedding his own clothes. Her panties quickly joined the pile before he moved them both under the spray of the shower. 

“I’m sure either of our parents would happily take them for an evening so we can go out,” he said, lifting her up again and leaning her against the wall. She gasped as she felt him already hard against her core.

“T-that would be-.. be great.. Fer-..” Her eyes fell closed as he entered her again, teeth scraping over the sensitive skin behind her ear. 

“Gotta make up for lost time sweetheart,” he murmured against her skin. 

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the days of old lang syne

Player: Fernando Torres Words: 1036 Warnings: Fluff, suggestive ending (couldn't help myself, it's Nando. What do you expect me to do?) Request: Dancing in the snow - They end up slipping and one falls on top of the other. GO AT IT! For @micallum, merry Christmas! I hope you like it <3

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When Fernando had offered her to come along to the UEFA Youth League match in England, she had gladly accepted. Their children were staying with his brother and they had been very excited to have a sleepover with their cousins. She knew Fernando would be busy for most of the morning, but she didn’t mind exploring the city they had spent a couple of years living in before they had returned back to Spain. Although they were both a good decade older than when they first lived here, very little had changed. After meeting up with an old friend for coffee, she joined her husband and the team for lunch at the hotel. 

“How was your morning?” Fernando asked her as she sat down next to him. 

“Good, did some exploring. Met up with Nicola for coffee which was nice. It’s been years since I last saw her. The city has barely changed since we were here last,” she said, giving his hand a squeeze. Fernando smiled at her. 

“How did training go?” She asked in return before taking a bite of her pasta. Fernando told her about how the boys did, how proud he was of the way they handled playing in this competition. She couldn’t help but smile as she listened to him. He had taken to the roll of head coach like a duck to water and she couldn’t be more proud of him. 

“Carlos has your ticket by the way. He said he’d wait for you at the entrance tonight,” Fernando said, pulling her from her thoughts. She nodded, giving him a kiss on the cheek and murmuring a thanks. 

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She had almost forgotten how cold England got during the winter months. She stuffed her hands deeper into the pockets of her coat as a chill ran through her. At some point towards the end of the second half it had even started snowing. After the final whistle blew, she made her way down to the pitch, stopping to chat to some of the people she knew from their years in England along the way. 

“Hey sweetheart,” Fernando murmured, pulling her closer to him. She rose up on her toes to kiss him. 

“Congratulations on the win,” she said, pressing another kiss to his lips. It was still snowing and the flakes stuck to his hair and eyelashes. Fernando smiled into the kiss, the warmth of his lips melting away the biting cold. 

“Thanks, they played really well tonight,” Fernando said, resting his hand on her lower back. They watched the team run their cool down drills before they would head to the dressing room. 

“Wanna do something crazy?” she asked after a while. The team had finished their drills and the stadium was almost empty. 

“With you? Always,” Fernando said as he looked down at her, a smile so gentle on his face that it made her heart flutter. Even after all these years he still gave her butterflies. 

“Dance with me? I’ve always wanted to dance while it’s snowing,” she said with a grin, eyes twinkling. Fernando threw his head back and laughed. 

“Oh why the hell not.” He took her hand in his and started swaying to a song only he could hear, head resting on top of hers. She could hear him hum a Christmas song that probably had been playing in the reception of the hotel earlier that day. She rested her cheek against his chest, feeling the material of his coat against her skin. It must have been a silly sight, the head trainer of Atleti’s Juvenil A slow dancing with his wife in the technical area, but to her this meant more than him taking her out for dinner at a fancy restaurant. 

“I love you,” she murmured, reaching up for another kiss. 

“Love you too,” Fernando said with a smile, his eyes crinkling. “Alright, grand finale,” he said and tried to dip her. Unfortunately, both their feet slipped on the frozen grass and they came tumbling down, Fernando first with a groan and her landing on top of him with a shriek. As they lay on the ground, she couldn’t help but laugh. 

“Glad to see this amuses you,” he commented, but she could see the mirth in his eyes. She moved so her chest was resting against his as she looked at him.

“This is surely one way to make me fall for you,” Fernando said, resting an arm around her waist.

“Mm, that was the plan. Step 2 was to run back into the stadium and make out like teenagers against the wall outside the dressing room,” she said, a twinkle in her eyes. 

“And get told off by the gaffer again?” 

“Hm, last time I checked that’s you, but if you want to punish me I’m sure you can think of a few ways to do so,” she commented. Fernando laughed but she could feel the effect her comments had on him and saw how his eyes darkened. She rolled off him and got back to her feet, holding out her hand so she could help him up as well. Fernando kept hold of her hand and pulled her against him as they made their way inside.

“Good thing I no longer have to share a room,” he murmured in her ear as they got on the bus.

“Isn’t there a ban?” she said cheekily, but his comment made her cheeks burn.

“As you so helpfully pointed out, sweetheart, I’m the gaffer and a players ban no longer applies to me.” He looked at her with such affection, it made her feel dizzy. This evening truly felt like it had done on European nights when they first started dating and it left her feeling a little giddy. Nearly thirteen years in, and he could still sweep her off her feet with just a look. Resting a hand on his thigh, she gave it a light squeeze.

“Well then, gaffer, let’s see if your punishment fits the crime,” she whispered in his ear, leaning closer. His eyes flashed with pure want, that boyish grin she had fallen in love with in place. She had a feeling she’d be the real winner tonight. 

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