#olivier x reader

[aritsukemo]

The Little Things | Various Characters

Characters: Vanitas, Olivier, Veronica, Sanemi, Hinatsuru, Shinobu, Makio, and Basil

A/N: None

Vanitas who short-circuits anytime you show him genuine affection/care despite the many times he's flirted with you. He tells you he hates it, but in actuality he's just not used to it. Either way, please don't stop.

Olivier who tries not to smoke around you. He knows you dislike it and even if it helps him destress, he'd never indulge in his own pleasures if it meant making you uncomfortable. Never.

Veronica who can't help but 'apologize' ( Not really but she buys you gifts/treats you in various ways with a sour look on her face ) whenever she makes you sad/mad. She doesn't entirely know why, but she gets this strange feeling in her chest whenever she does or says something that makes you even the slightest bit upset. Is it pity? Dare I say, guilt? She can't tell.

Sanemi who always questions you about your wellbeing whenever you chat. He listens intently on everything you say, genuinely wanting to know if you're alright and if you aren't, he'll take you out to wherever you want to go that day. His treat.

Hinatsuru and Shinobu who sits there, smiling fondly, as she listens to you just talk. Talk about your day, raving about how good it went or ranting about how bad it was, just anything you have to say. She'll listens for hours on end, gently reassuring you whenever you pause to apologize for distracting her from her work.

Makio who loves to go out with you whenever you have the time. Whether it'd be going to the hot springs or shopping at the market, she doesn't care as long as you're the one accompanying her.

Basil who occasionally brings you flower bouquets, all of which are hand grown and arranged by himself. He's shy so he won't have the courage to do anything but maybe mutter out a small 'Hope you like it..' before leaving, but he makes the effort to add short, sweet notes to make up for the words he couldn't say to you.

Dividers were made by me, pictures used are from Pinterest

[cloudzoro]

“Please”, you whimper as she pushes her fingers into you. She's been edging you for ages, working you up to an orgasm and stopping before you finally cum, leaving you a shaking, frustrated mess.

“You'll cum; you just gotta prove you deserve it,” she says, leaning down to kiss you. She's a messy kisser, sucking your tongue into her mouth. She pulls away and spits into your open mouth. “Atta girl”, she praises when you swallow. Her thumb presses against your clit as she continues to finger you. The pads of her fingers are rough from years of work, and they feel so good pressing against your walls. You're quickly approaching another orgasm, and you don't tell her in hopes she'll just let you cum. Unfortunately for you, she can feel the way your pussy squeezes her fingers, and she pulls them out. You let out a pathetic whimper, and she softens slightly. “I'll let you cum. I just want you to do it while I rub myself against your pretty pussy” she says.

She manhandles you into a scissoring position and raises your hips as much as she can. She moves herself between your legs so she can rub her clit against yours. She gives a testing roll of her hips, and the friction feels so good that you can't help but move hips along with her.

“Fuck, keep doing that,” she says, putting more force into her movements. Having been denied already, you're close. You're struggling to keep up your movements, so she holds you in place, grinding down on you. Your orgasm hits you like a freight train. You shake and writhe in her grasp as she continues to rock her hips, making herself cum. It's a sticky mess of cum and sweat, but she wouldn't have it any other way. When you're both in the afterglow of your orgasm, she lays down with her head on your chest. Her hand comes up to feel your heartbeat for a second before squeezing and playing with your boobs. She's insatiable, and her time with you is a very small pocket of peace that doesn't get to relish as much as she'd like. She looks up at you, gaze just as intense and lustful as it had been earlier. “Round two?”

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Nami, Reiju Vinsmoke, Yuki Tsukumo, Revy Lee, Olivier Armstrong, Yoruichi Shihouin, Saeko Tanaka

[trcpicoz]

Top 5 footballers and features about them (physical, emotional or whatever) that would make the love-making process very special ?

ruben dias: he’s a mature well put together man so with that i feel like he also knows how to be romantic and really intimate.

trent alexander-arnold: trent is such a kind soul and he’s also very attractive to me i think he’d be so lighthearted and crack jokes during intimacy he’d make the experience more layed and just about how much you love each other rather than how much you want to fuck if that makes sense.

olivier giroud: for me i love big guys like really tall big men and giroud is one of those men. he’s already very experienced so i know he’d take good care of me and treat me like his princess but being smaller than him is a cherry on top.

ferran torres: idk what is about ferran but he seems like such a softie😭 love making with him would be amazing he’d be so careful and gentle making sure to not hurt my body and just be kind to it and i love that.

alisson becker: this one is unusual for tumblr but i really find him attractive when his hair and beard is grown out. i think alisson is similar to ferran he’s just a big teddy bear and he’ll be so sweet to you however i think with his experience he’ll be a little rougher instead of being as hesitant like ferran.

[delicateflappizzaplaid]

Oliver Bearman

#ob38🐻

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[saintkeiji]

11:48 / SAKUSA KIYOOMI

letting you into his apartment was precisely the conundrum sakusa wasn’t expecting himself to let go of.

he preferred his privacy over others, especially with those he dated–often suggesting to go over to their place instead of his.

it simply wasn’t a reason of his apartment being filthy. if anything, it’s the exact opposite. those friends of his, when they first met you, had joked that he was a germaphobe that disliked the idea of letting others into the confines of his home. rather, letting you into his apartment meant that you were officially part of his life, letting you roam freely in the sanctuary he felt most like himself.

because you were his.

now, sakusa preferred you to be here with him. he liked the idea of you waiting for him in his bed, or you humming an al green song in the kitchen early in the morning and wearing his shirt from the night before.

you and sakusa had just come back from filling your stomachs to the brim with brunch foods and bottomless mimosas. while admiring your boyfriend in the midst of the crowded breakfast diner, you couldn’t help but notice the way he swiped the curling dark brown lock from his forehead as he ate.

it was then you had the groundbreaking idea of cutting his hair for him.

you were only half-joking when you mentioned it to him, expecting a chuckle and a firm rejection of the offer, but it seemed as if he was genuinely okay with it.

“where’s your shaver?” you asked as you bent down, shuffling through his messy sink cabinet. “is that what it’s called?”

“how am i supposed to trust you in cutting my hair if you don’t even know the proper name for it?” sakusa hums, teasingly, broad shoulder leaning against the door frame.

you feign a roll of your eyes, scouring the cabinet before letting out an inaudible cheer. grabbing the clippers, you stand up and close the cabinet doors. you wave the tool in your hand like a trophy.

“it can’t be worse, honestly.” you say, making a double take on the curly mess of a mop on his head. “okay, take off your shirt.”

sakusa’s eyes widened you slightly, making a face with it. he knew what you meant, but the tease force itself out between his lips before he could stop himself. “there are easier ways to ask for sex, you know.”

“that’s not what i meant,” you rolled your eyes for real this time. you couldn’t avoid the way your cheeks heated up as he complies.

in one swift movement, sakusa pulled his shirt off his body. you had to hold yourself back from repeating last night’s activities of wandering hands all over his milky smooth skin as he did so. you swear you could still see the faint scratch marks of your nails just below his shoulder blades.

you smirk to yourself when he seated himself upon the tiny stool you dragged into the cramped bathroom. he was low enough to just be at the height of your shoulders as he stares at you through the mirror. eyes steady and almost admiring each and every movement you make.

sakusa watched as you pick up a pair of scissors, watched as you had the slightest frown of concentration on your face, watched as your carefully looked at each lock to snip off.

your hand rested on his shoulder, thumb drawing a slow but gentle line from the nape of his neck until it reached his hair.

sakusa allowed himself to relax into your touch, feeling each and every soothing point of contact as his eyes closed.

when he opened his eyes, his gaze met yours through the mirror. he had to fight the urge to turn around and kiss you right then and there. but you broke the connection to focus back onto his hair.

your movements were methodical as you started trimming. sakusa was too busy watching the way your eyebrows furrow in the slightest way or to how cute he found your tongue peeking out from the corner of your lip to notice you were finished.

his fixation was pulled from him when you stepped back and met his gaze again through the reflection.

sakusa’s hair was short enough to barely noticeable, but was functionally better. the dark brown curls were away from his eyes and forehead.

“there,” you murmur, hand combing through his hair slowly.

sakusa leaned his head back against your torso, sliding a hand behind him and curling his fingers around the back of your knee.

“now i can see your handsome face again.”

[applejuicefruit]

Hola angel❤️ can i request something? i have this on my mind:

Reader and Kylian are dating but reader is Oliver giroud’s daughter (maybe adoptive daughter because i mean he’s 36 and reader would be 18/19) and one day he finds about them because they tried to keep it secret❤️

Have I mentioned before that I need Olivier to be my father?

I really hope you like this ❤️✨

A father’s love

You moved to Paris when you were 18, fresh out of high school, to pursue your dream of being a photographer. You moved a lot during your childhood due to your father being a famous football player. He’s Olivier Giroud who plays for Milan and the Equipe de France. He’s the one who saved your life after being abandoned by your parents in an orphanage only when you were 5. You always thought you would have a miserable life, you never understood why your parents left you but when you were 7 your life changed completely. He adopted you, he welcomed you into his family and he cared for you like a parent should do.

You lived in Milan for a few years where you graduated high school but it came time for you to leave and chase your dreams.

Your dad fully supported you and you couldn’t be happier. He got you this small parisian apartment with a beautiful eiffel tower view and you couldn’t ask for me.

You started attending photography class and learnt a lot from there but the biggest opportunity of your life came when your accepted a stage as a photographer for the psg. You weren’t allowed to meet the players but you were grateful you could see all the psg matches.

Until one night you were attending a game, as usual, and you started taking pictures of the team. You were very good with portraits, even if you preferred the nature you were happy with the job you were doing.

You took a lot of pictures that night and PSG posted them all on their social.

That same night Kylian poster a picture that you took but instead of tagging PSG he tagged you.

You were shocked.

How did he know you were the one taking that picture?

You were completely shocked.

The day after he approached you while he was training. You were sat on the bench currently studying your program and occasionally taking pictures of the team while they were training.

“You have talent” he said sitting next to you

“Ehm-thank you” you replied in a soft tone

“I’m Kylian by the way”

“Y/n…”

“Y/n? Why does it sound so familiar? Wait…You’re Olivier’s daughter?” he asked a bit shocked

“Yes it’s me” you said smiling a bit

“Wow…”

“Does it shock you?”

“No-yes-I mean…what are you doing here? I thought you were all in Milan”

“I was…I was accepted into photography school here in Paris so I moved here…”

“That’s amazing…well I have to go back to training but I hope we can talk more afterward” he said and with that he left.

After that day you two became friends.

He would take you out in Paris and you would invite him over at your place for movie nights. But you were falling for him.

You couldn’t help it but you started feeling emotions everytime he looked at you. Like butterflies exploding into your stomach. You kept it a secret for a while before you told him. You knew he didn’t like you back but you had to tell him. You were wrong though.

When you confessed he kissed you. Passionately.

He told you he fell in love with you the moment he saw you the first time.

So you started dating.

But no one knew. Not even the team or his family. You wanted to keep it private, firstly because you were a very private person, secondly because he was terrified of your father finding out. You knew your dad wouldn’t approve.

You dating his teammate? Absolutely no!

So you dated, hiding from everyone and always been careful. And now it’s been a year you’re together.

But the World Cup moment came and you had to go in Qatar to support your dad (and your boyfriend) team.

You were terrified of him finding out but you also knew you couldn’t stay away from Kylian so you had to be very careful.

The first week was easy. Kylian would sneak out into your bedroom when everyone was fast asleep but more the days went on more it became complicated for you to see each other.

He trained more and you stayed in your bedroom more.

One night you decided to surprise him and went into his bedroom. It was a bit risky because his room was on the same floor your dad’s room was but you didn’t think about it so much.

What you didn’t know was that your dad saw you and Kylian kissing each other right in the corridor before he took your hand and led you into his room.

Your dad waited two hours outside Kylian’s room hoping you would come out but eventually he gave up. He definitely would have talk to you in the morning so he woke up earlier and waited for the rest of the team to go down and have breakfast.

“Où est Kylian?” your dad asked to his teammates pretending he didn’t know what was really going on

“Je ne sais pas” Adrien Rabiot answered before eating his breakfast.

Your dad finished breakfast before everyone else so he had time to go to Kylian’s room.

But before he could say anything he saw you coming out to Kylian’s room with him behind you holding your hands.

“Don’t you have anything to say?” your dad asked and you both jumped because of fear

“Dad I-“ you tried to say but honestly you had no idea of what to say

“Kylian?” your dad asked, while he crossed his arms and tensed his shoulder a little bit

“Olivier I swear I would never hurt her” Kylian admitted while not being able to hold eyes with your father, who, in that moment looked a little bit much intimidating

“Oh you better not. If you hurt her, if you break her heart, if you cheat on her, if you even think of cheating on her, if you make her cry, if you treat her bad, I’m gonna find out and you’re dead. Clear?” he asked in a very serious tone

“Yes sir. But I promise you, I would never ever hurt her. She’s the love of my life, I can’t even go a day without seeing her…” Kylian said to your dad and he soften his hard look a little bit

“I believe you Kyks…” Olivier said “now back to you y/n…why didn’t you tell me?” he asked a little bit disappointed

“I thought you wouldn’t approve. I mean you hated all the guys I’ve dated so…” you said in a soft voice

“Yes because at the time you were fifteen and the guys you dated were dickheads but now it’s different, you’re almost 20, you have your own career, you’re own place, you’re a young woman and whether I like it or not, you won’t staying single forever, I can’t protect you like I did when you were a kid so it’s okay for you to date and make new experiences…I just wished you weren’t scared to tell me…”

You couldn’t hold back tears and hug him “I know I’m so sorry dad”

“It’s okay honey, what matters now is that your happy”

“I am - I swear, Kylian makes me so much happy you have no idea” you said smiling while your dad wiped your tears away

“Good” he then said “Kylian, you better treat her good”

“Yes sir. You know I will” Kylian replied and your dad left to change into his training suits.

You and Kylian looked at each other trying to process what has just happened. You were shocked. Happy that your father approved cause having his approval was the most important thing for you.

[kiatheinsomniac]

☾ ⋆ ﾟ𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 / 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: my first vnc piece! how the characters are with their s/o who's on her period bc cramps were killing me before my nap earlier 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: noé, vanitas, olivier 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: periods

｡･:*˚:✧｡ noé archiviste

♡ Noé's quite flustered bc he knows that this isn't a pleasant experience for you and he wants to help you without agitating you.

♡ he'll order whatever food you like up to the room if you're hungry, he'll cuddle with you (without falling asleep himself just to make sure he doesn't lock you in an inescapable hug), he'll rub his hand over your belly if it helps.

♡ with him around, Murr will likely come along To sit on your abdomen, curling up or turning into a loaf, generating a lot of heat for such a small - albeit incredibly fluffy - animal.

｡･:*˚:✧｡ vanitas

♡ sure, Vanitas is a doctor but this isn't exactly his area of expertise. Initially, he might use this as an opportunity to tease you a little while you're more vulnerable but the moment he's met with tears or anger, he'll cut it out with a little comment under his breath and then a genuine apology. This isn't a game and you want his help.

♡ he'll get you a heat pad and whatever form of painkillers are available before insisting you need rest and stubbornly turning away anyone who seeks you out that day.

♡ he'll give you plenty of soothing teas and will lay your head in his lap so he can comfort you by playing with your hair once you're all wrapped up warm in a blanket and dozing off on his lap.

｡･:*˚:✧｡ olivier

♡ it's been said that ladies are very fond of Olivier so I have a feeling that he's a bit more experienced than the other two when it comes to helping you through period symptoms. He'll tuck you up in bed with a heat pad and some painkillers before going to cook some food for you.

♡ when he comes back with the food, he'll stay with you while you at and cuddle you afterwards, giving you back rubs and little kisses to your head while whispering sweet things to you.

♡ it breaks his heart to see you cry when he knows there's little he can do but he'll still do whatever he's capable of; this may well include sending Roland out to get some of your favourite sweets for you.

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[thewritetofreespeech]

Ahhh!! I'm so happy to see someone that writes for Vanitas!!

Could I request Noé, Olivier and Vanitas with a female toxicologist s/o who weaponizes and is immune to poison?

Noé

“What’s that?”

“Foxglove.” [Y/N] replied at Noé’s question. “It can be used to cause cardiac failure in targets.”

“What’s this?”

“Jimson weed.” She replied as he moved on to a new plant, as she on to tending to another. “It…makes people not act themselves.” Hallucinate. Badly. More of a deterrent than some of her more deadly toxins.

“What’s this?”

“Don’t touch that!”

Noé snapped his hand back when [Y/N] shouted at him. Startled at her outbursts. “I’m sorry. But that’s nightshade.” She came over to brush haunting purple blooms. Like one might stroke a cat. “It’s very deadly, and dangerous. Helena is probably my most vicious girl in here. She only likes me.”

“You named your plants?”

“Don’t you name your pets?”

Noé shrugged and went to look at a less deadly arrangement. “It’s sad in a way that something so beautiful can hurt people.”

“Beautiful things often do.”

He glanced over at [Y/N], and had to agree on that. “Don’t you ever think of using your powers for good? Like making medicine or something, rather than poisons.”

[Y/N] gave a soft, bitter laugh. “There’s no money in medicine. Besides, my…gift is only for ones that bite back, it seems.” Méchante Glycine, or Wicked Wisteria, gave her the ability to expertly grow plants & greenery, but only of the poisonous sort. It also granted her an immunity to them and other poisons as a precautionary note to the wielder.

“Well, I still think they’re pretty. Even if I can’t touch them.”

“I’m sure they appreciate that Noé.” [Y/N] said with a smile. To which he returned.

“Shall we head upstairs for tea?”

“Of course. Just let me wash my hands. Don’t want to accidently get jimson weed cross contaminated in anyone’s tea. Or it would be a very interesting afternoon.” Noé tilted his head in confusion. Not seeming to get the joke.

[Y/N] quickly washed her hands and bid adieu to her garden for the evening. The leaves seeming to rustle back in farewell. Waiting for their master, and to be of use.

Olivier

His boots were heavy on the steps as he headed into the basement towards the research labs. The dark corridor lit only by torches, before it opened up to the shining ward of electric light powering the Chasseurs scientific backbone of weaponry.

“Ms. [Y/N]

“Oh, hello Olivier.” [Y/N] greeted cheerfully. “I’m surprised to see you. Mira isn’t here.”

“I had planned it that way.” He replied. Shuttering a little as he remembered their last encounter. “I hope I’m not disturbing you.”

“Certainly not. Just wrapping these up.” She sat the last vial down in the tube tray and put it aside. “It’s a new serum. With this new strength cocktail it should be able to paralyze even the strongest of vampires briefly. Completely incapacitate the weaker ones.”

“Remarkable.” Olivier complimented. Although not looking at the new bluish colored weapon at his disposable. “Your hard work is appreciated Ms. [Y/N]. I know it must be challenging working down here in the dark. With some of your….colleagues.” He mentally shuttered again.

The toxicologist giggled. “They’re not so bad. The science sort are always a little odd. You have to be to make things out of the norm. Then again, the micro-dosing from our own concoctions probably doesn’t help.” It was Olivier’s turn to laugh. If only once.

“Perhaps…you could come out into the field for a time. To get better notes for your research. I would escort you, of course.”

“I fear I would be murder on the battlefield. No pun intended.” [Y/N] replied in response to his offer. “I’m much better with plants and books.”

“Then, perhaps, we could go get some of those.” The paladin was blushing now. Trying to not seem too forward, but not wanting to be too subtle either. He was terrible at these dances.

[Y/N] looked up from her work with a puzzled look. “You want to go out with me?” Olivier’s face took on a stricken look and went quite pale. “Ok.”

He was taken aback by her readily offered reply. Expecting more of a back and forth. Thrust and parry.

“When shall we go? I could use some more nightshade and sodium chlorate. Shall we go tomorrow?”

“I uh…yes. That..should be fine.”

“Great!” [Y/N] said with a bright smile, before returning to her work. “Come by after dinner and we’ll head out. I’ll make sure Mira is busy so she doesn’t catch you.”

“I….thank you. I will….see you tomorrow then.”

The paladin left. Feeling on odd mix of very accomplished, and as if he hadn’t accomplished anything at all. The mission was accomplished at least. Until tomorrow that is.

Vanitas

Vanitas hissed as pain shot up his arm again. Nursing it at his side.

That last curse bearer had been pretty rough on him. Strong for a human body, it was still pretty fragile in comparison to the might of a raging, rouge vampire.

“Here. This will help.” [Y/N] offered as she came into the room with clean towels, and a bottle of clear liquid in an amber jar.

“I don’t want it.”

The woman scrunched her mouth as she sat next to him. “Honestly. For someone who claims to be a ‘doctor’, you’re certainly untrusting of medicines.”

“I’ve had my share of strange brews shoved down my throat for a lifetime. Thanks.”

[Y/N] sighed and went to mending his arm manually. Of course, she knew that. Their experience with the church hadn’t been the same. Dr. Moreau had not been interested in female test subjects charges. Deciding that their bodies would be too naturally frail for the torture strenuous work is experiments allowed. She didn’t receive the physical torture Vanitas did, but the mental torture was still there. Along with his education on anatomy, medicines, and chemicals.

“I would never hurt you Vanitas. It’s just something to take the edge off.”

“I’d rather have a whiskey.” He joked.

“You don’t drink alcohol.” He flinched painfully as [Y/N] dabbed raw alcohol onto his cuts. “I know you don’t trust me. Or why I’m here.”

Vanitas looked up at his physician. Never having said that, but not denying it was true. “I’m not some spy, or malfeasance sent to bring you back to the order. I just want to help. What’s going on….I have no great love for vampires. After what they did to my family. But the more of them that go mad, the more people will be hurt in the end. The enemy of my enemy and all that.”

She tied off the last bandage and stood. “Will you be able to sleep?”

Vanitas still just looked at her. Then took the bottle from her hand and chugged it down. “Now, yeah.” He said before rolling over to lay on his side, in his cloak and all, to go to sleep.

[Y/N] offered him a small smile, then leaned over to give Vanitas a soft kiss on the hair. “Goodnight, No. 69.”

“Goodnight 70.”

[itsohh]

Waiting

A/N: Female reader, this wasn't that like idk descriptive or anything and like I really want to write but at the same time ah I think idk what to write smut quite right anymore.

Day 21: Panties and lingerie

Word count: 1012

Warnings: smut

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It wasn’t very often that your schedules aligned very often. Going out, and having fun was something that happened very rarely. Often the only times the pair of you could spend non-working moments together was after a long day. The pair of you would always be tired or at least not in the mood to go out. Sex was normally either a last-minute romp or more akin to holding each other close and just being in the moment. In no way was it bad. But it was never partially special or different. You couldn’t complain, of course, it was always fun but you really wanted to spice things up. Reward Olivier just a little. 

That's how you found yourself. Alone on his bed you waited, a magazine was open in front of you while you lay there reading it. Your legs kicked in the air behind you while you were aimed towards the door. A quick raise of your head and you would make eye contact the second he entered. The thought that someone else might be with him crossed your mind but you had spent so much time with everyone and your life in the military just overrode that fear- you didn’t care. 

Time ticked away, about thirty minutes give or take and eventually there was a small beep before the door opened. It wasn’t the first time that you had waited there for him- for sex- but it was the first time you had worn that. A black pair of stockings held up by a pair of garters that sat above your hips. They had a similar fabric to the black panties and bra that held up your chest. 

Olivier paused, completely frozen as he took in your form. The heels on your feet made a small sound as they brushed against each other and you flipped the page. “Olivier.” You greeted him. His eyes locked onto yours before they slowly drifted along your body and to your shoes. “Close the door, love, your letting out the cool air.”

The door promptly clicked behind him and he stalked up to you. “What's the occasion?” There was a slight panic in his eyes and you could practically see the gears in his head turn. He was searching for all the dates of importance, holidays, birthdays and anniversaries. 

“Can’t I dress up a little for my lover?” You snapped the magazine closed and threw it to the side. It fell gracelessly and you rolled onto your back. Olivier approached you and you reached out towards him as your head hung off the side of the bed. Olivier's fingers brushed against you as he leaned forward. The back of them met your bent legs and you took the opportunity to grab his pants. 

By the belt, you tugged him forward and ran your hand against his inner thigh. A hiss elected from his mouth when you felt his hardening cock and started to rub it through his pants. “When did you get this?” He snapped the strap on your thigh and dipped a finger into the stocking. 

“Mmm, a couple of days ago when I finished training up early. You like?” 

Olivier grabbed the inside of your thigh where it exposed your flesh. “You know I love it.” The tip of your fingers found his belt before you grasped it and expertly snapped it open. Olivier didn’t react as you pulled his semi from his pants. He did react when you wiggled yourself a little closer and wrapped your mouth around it. Already, you could feel it firming up in your mouth and Olivier let out a long low moan. One of his hands steadied on your head and his hips started to thrust in and out of your mouth. Each and every time there was just a little bit more of him to swallow.

“God’s your a sight.” He give your thigh a light slap and pulled back to watch as his cock disappeared between your lips and down your throat. It was the perfect angle to push his entire cock in and take in your dressed-up form. It was straight out of s dream for him, the way your throat bulged with his dick and swallowed the tip.

Now completely hard, it was an accomplishment on its own. A piece of him wanted to shut his eyes with the pure amount of pleasure that built up but he couldn’t quite do it. Olivier couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight of you. It stirred something deep inside him, he was almost unsure of what he wanted to do. There was so much, it was so much. He wanted to run his hands all over you, press his cock against the fabric, run his tongue against it. Bite every strap, tear and rip it, cover it in his cum, lick and suck your juices through your panties. He wanted to take a photo of your body, perfect in every way.

Or perhaps take a photo with your face all ruined, covered in his cum that ran down over your breasts and bra. Maybe your breasts pulled out over the top of them, one strap fallen down while he fucked between them. He wanted those thighs, panties pulled to the side and his mouth on your cunt while your juices ran down his face. Then there were those heels, they would look so could next to his head, your legs extended out on his chest while he rammed into you and kissed your cervix with his cock. He wanted it all, all at once. 

Olivier couldn’t decide, so instead he allowed you to continue sucking his cock, deciding for him. His eyes blurred at the sight of, his thoughts and lust consuming him with ideas. Then they were all gone, all sucked out through his dick as his head became thoughtless simply lost in pleasure. You could tell this, of course, that look reflected in his eyes and if you had the ability, you would have smiled. The night had just begun. 

[lenaswritingandstuff]

Jealous - Antoine Griezmann x reader (Part II & End)

Requested: Yes ("antoine griezmann angst plz! u guys have an argument about something, and ignore each other but then make up" - Anon)

Pairing: Antoine Griezmann x Female!Reader

Summary: Antoine realizes his mistake thanks to a few people.

Word Count:  2.5k

Warnings: Angst, mention of cheating, false accusation, bad words ig?

A/N: Here comes the second and last part! I really enjoyed writing it. I had to include Adri a bit because he's my hubby (alongside Antoine lol). Hope you'll like it. I corrected the many typos on the first part, sorry about that. By the way discussions between Antoine and two people are mentionned, if you want me to write them as a bonus let me know, I'm down for it :) GIF isn't mine (again I found the perfect one but Tumblr is messing with me so this one will do). ENGLISH ISN'T MY FIRST LANGUAGE!

PART I

PART II

You spent the rest the rest of the day in your room – which was close to the one the Coach and the other members of the staff had – and you planned on staying in there crying until Hugo knocked on your door and convinced you to get downstairs for dinner. Before entering the dining room you ran into the Coach, who smiled at you.

“Hello there, young lady.”

He suddenly noticed your red eyes and his face became worried. He walked towards you and put a hand on your shoulder.

“Y/N? Are you okay? What is it?”

“Nothing, coach.”

“Nonsense," he said, "you’ve obviously been crying. I may be old but I’m not blind. Tell me. Is it Antoine?”

You felt tears coming again, and nodded slowly.

“You guys had a fight, didn’t you?”

You nodded again, your throat hurting keeping you from talking.

“It’s alright, kiddo, I’m sure it’s nothing. Couples fight all the time.”

You stopped crying, and finally managed to talk.

“He saw me with Kylian after the photoshoot…And he thought there was something between us.”

“Goodness. Well, I’m sure he’ll come to his senses and realize that he’s wrong. Just give it a little time.”

He squeezed your shoulders in the manner of a father and you followed him into the dining room, where the players were sitting down around the long table. You usually sat there with them, laughing and talking alongside them, but today you felt like you couldn’t. When they saw you, several of the boys greeted you, and Paul gestured to you to come sit next to him but you softly shook your head. You went to sit down on the much smaller table next to the Coach, who had the kindness not to mention what was happening of in front of the others. From where you were you only saw Antoine’s back, and that was for the best. You tried to only focus on your plate and the much calmer discussion between the staff but your eyes kept looking in Antoine’s direction. While the others were loudly talking and laughing, you noticed Antoine didn’t talk and remained still. You forced yourself to eat a little bit, mostly to avoid questions, but everything felt like ashes in your mouth and your stomach hurt. Dessert was served and fatigue was starting to get to everyone. You refused your dessert, pretending to be full, and after a few minutes you rose from your chair.

“I’m actually feeling a bit tired, I think I’ll go to sleep. Goodnight, gentlemen.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Sleep well.”

You left the room in a hurry so the players wouldn’t notice you but as you walked to the stairs someone called up your name.

“Y/N!”

You turned to find Kylian almost running to you.

“Are you okay?” he clearly sounded – and looked –worried.

“I’ve been better, I guess.”

“Man, I feel so bad about all of this. I tried to talk to Antoine but he told me to go to hell.”

“At least you tried.”

“I’m so confused, we were just playing a video game. You're like a sister to me, there isn’t any ambiguity between us.”

“I know. A shame he doesn’t see like that," you said with sarcasm.

Kylian nodded, a sad small smile on his face.

“Do the others…”

“No, they don’t know. Some of them asked why you didn’t sit with us but Paul and I said you weren’t feeling well and that you could eat wherever you wanted anyway.”

“Thank you.” You said, feeling grateful.

“That’s the least I could do. I’ll try to talk to him again tomorrow, I don’t want you to face all this crap alone. Hopefully by then he’ll realize what he dickhead he’s been.”

“Fingers crossed.”

You said goodbye to Kylian and asked him to bid the boys goodnight on your behalf, which he accepted. You went to your room, the silence of the castle being louder than ever, and realized that if Antoine kept thinking you cheating on him, it might just be the end of your relationship. You felt so hurt at the moment that if he happened to come and apologize to you, you weren’t even sure that you would accept his apologies and forget about all of this. Antoine didn’t seem to have any trust in you, and you couldn’t date a man like that. You laid in your bed and cried until sleep came to you.

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You woke up the next morning, feeling more tired than ever but a bit hungrier than the night before. It was early and the players would wake up and go down for breakfast soon. You quickly prepared and went down, and as you excepted the dining room was empty but breakfast was ready. You sat down at the same place as last night, took a croissant and poured yourself a cup of coffee, enjoying the silence. You really loved your job, the Bleus, the staff and the castle, and breaking up with Antoine meant leaving that job. You knew deep down that even though you didn’t do anything, you wouldn’t be able to stand to have Antoine hate you and ignore you. You heard noise coming from upstairs and raised from your chair. You had no problem talking with any other player than Antoine but you still preferred to only see them during training. You grabbed a paper to write notes and went to the pitches where they would train this morning. You waited and after an hour your heard them coming. They instantly noticed you as they arrived on the pitch, and greeted you.

“Hey, Y/N! Already here?”

“You weren’t at breakfast,” Adrien asked, “are you okay?”

“Yes,” you smiled. “I just got up early.”

None of them asked you about last night, probably thanks to Paul and Kylian. The Coach came to you, still looking worried, and your heart dropped as you saw Antoine behind him. He was the only one who didn’t speak to you, but he gave you a look that made you confused. Kylian then came towards you.

“Hey, there. You good?” he said as he kissed you on the cheek like all of the others did. “Hugo and I spoke to him separately,” he whispered in your ear. “Antoine was way calmer than yesterday; I was the one who got angry. I may or may not called him names, I’ll admit. I don’t think he completely believed me when I told him he was completely wrong, he still looked suspicious but I think he’ll come back to you soon.”

You nodded and he joined his teammates on the pitch. During training, you wrote any note the Coach asked you, and you couldn’t help but notice that he, Hugo and Paul acted very coldly towards Antoine, which was very unusual. During a break, you were too embarrassed not to talk to him about it.

“Coach, please, I don’t want you to act differently with Antoine, I-”

“It’s only a little lesson, Y/N. I actually talked to him this morning to let him know what I thought about his behavior.”

Must have been a heck of an early morning for Antoine, you thought. A little voice in your head said he deserved it for how he treated you the day before, and you couldn’t help but agreeing at least a bit. After training was done you handed them bottles of water. Most of them said thank you, and you had no problem reminding the others to say it too.

“Hey, Presnel, who do you think I am? Your maid?”

“Sorry, Y/N, thank you.”

You handed bottle after bottle, focused and looking only at the bottles. You handed the last one and rose up your eyes only to meet Antoine’s. You could feel your face becoming paler and your heart almost missing a bit.

“Thank you,” he said softly.

You turned your back on him and focused on the list of the things you had to do, and after a while you realized that Antoine was still here – and that everyone had left. You turned around, surprised by the feeling of annoyance you had.

“Can I help you?” you said coldly.

Antoine was obviously uncomfortable, and for a moment it felt like he was the one who cheated.

“Can we talk?” he said nervously.

“I don’t know, do you plan on insulting me like you did yesterday?”

He was taken aback by your coldness and put a nervous hand on his neck.

“No, I...”

“Because,” you cut him off, “you were this close of calling me a slut.”

“I know I went too far,” he said. “I should have never gotten angry like that.”

“Well, that’s a start,” you crossed your arms.

If you listened to yourself at this moment, you would just break up with him.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N, if you only knew. I was a real dick yesterday, I don’t know what happened. I know you’d never cheat on me. I- I’m so, so sorry.”

“What if it’s too late?” you asked after a moment of silence.

“What?” he exclaimed, shock and confusion replacing nervousness on his face.

“You proved to me yesterday that you don’t trust me at all. I can accept you being a little bit jealous, but not like that. I can’t date a man wondering whether he’ll accuse me of cheating every time I talk to another man.”

“Y/N, I know I messed up really bad, I swear it won’t happen again. Please, we can’t- We can’t just break up like that, it can’t end like that.”

He reached his arm out to grab your hand, and for a second the warmness of his hand brushing yours made you want to forgive him and be in his arms again. But you couldn’t.

“I need time to think, Antoine.”

Panic came to his face in less than a second.

“Y/N, please. I love you-”

You fought the tears coming to your eyes as you stepped back.

“It didn’t look like that yesterday. I think we should just…I need time.”

He opened his mouth but you turned around and went back to the castle.

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The next few days at the castle were weird and a bit lonely. The whole team seemed to be aware there was a big fight between you and Antoine, but they had the kindness not to ever mention it in your presence. They apparently thought it was Antoine’s fault, as they acted a bit coldly with him. Not that Antoine seemed to mind or even realize, as he spent most of his free time in his room and during training he only did what the Coach asked, not laughing or even talking with the others. The boys had also apparently decided to be at your side most of the time, constantly asking you to play games with them or just discussing literally everything and anything with you. You felt a bit weird about it and usually tried to refuse, but they insisted so much every time so much that you often ended up accepting. The days of training at the castle went by slowly, and you didn’t even speak a word to Antoine. The day of the match, you went with the team and the staff to the stadium, speaking with Lucas about his young child. Once you arrived at the stadium you made sure nothing was missing and let the guys change while you waited outside, the noise from the fans growing as they arrived. Once the players were all ready, you came back into the locker-room, listened to the Coach and Hugo’s speeches and as the players left for the entrance tunnel you wished all of them good luck alongside the Coach and the staff.

“Good luck, Capi.”

“Thanks,” Hugo smiled.

“Good luck, Adri.”

“Thank you!”

Antoine’s turn came. You hesitated an instant but decided to be professional.

“Good luck.”

“Thank you.”

You sat next to the staff in the stands during the match, which the Bleus won rather easily. You were scared Antoine wouldn’t be focused but he played really well, and even scored during the second half. The fans rose from the seats to celebrate and you couldn’t believe your eyes when Antoine turned to your direction, seemingly looking at you, and made a heart with his hands, his mouth saying “I love you”. That damn-

“Isn’t that cute,” Alphonse teased, sitting next to you.

After the match you went back to the locker-room to congratulate them.

“Well done, boys!”

You got a few “Thank you” back, and went to get some food and some water for them while they showered and changed. When you came back, the Coach had just finished his second speech. You put the pizzas on the table in the center of the room and everyone ate and drank. After a while, you felt a hand on your back.

“You liked what I did?” said Antoine behind you, a shy yet happy smile full of hope on his face.

“Let’s just say it was a surprise.”

“That was meant to be one. Can we talk in private?”

During the few days where you kept your distance you’ve been thinking long and hard, and eventually made up your mind. You followed Antoine into a corridor where you would have some privacy, still hearing the noise from the fans leaving the stadium.

“Listen, Antoine, I’ve thought about it and-”

You were interrupted by Antoine’s lips crashing on yours. He waited for you to push him away but you didn’t, and he put his hands on your hips. Your own hands placed themselves around his neck and as his lips danced on yours you felt like floating and as if all the sadness and hurt you had in the last few days simply flied away.

“I know I’ve been an asshole but those last few days were the hardest in my life,” he said after breaking the kiss. “I love you, Y/N, and I don’t ever want to be apart from you. You mean the world to me and I’m willing to do what it takes for you to take me back and forgive me.”

You could feel his sincerity and your heart melted.

“I love you too, Antoine. And I’m willing to forgive you.”

He had a huge smile and kissed you again. His hands had never left your hips and yours didn’t move from his neck, and you only separated when you heard a “Ew!” by a familiar voice. You turned your head only to find Paul, Presnel and Hugo looking at you.

“Y’all are disgusting,” Paul teased with a false disgusted face, and Presnel nodded.

“Shut up, man.” Antoine laughed, and you couldn’t help but laugh too.

“Glad you two finally made up,” Hugo said with a smile. “Was about damn time. We’re leaving now, though, so if Mr. and Mrs. lovebirds are done kissing, we better hurry.”

“Of course,” you said.

“Coming.”

You followed the boys towards the locker-room, your hand in Antoine’s, but right before entering, you stopped him.

“Toine?”

“Yeah?”

“Is it true that Kylian called you names when he came to talk to you?”

“God, you have no idea. Kylian, boy, get your ass here for a sec.”

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[les-lestappen]

can i request prompt 32 with griezmann?

ANTOINE GRIEZMANN X READER:

author's note: I'm actually kinda proud of this, hope you like it :))) warning: just a tiny bit of angst.

You couldn't hide your frustration. It was starting to get ridiculous and you both knew it, Antoine was sitting in front of you with furrowed brows, mindlessly scrolling through instagram. You were pretending to do the same, looking at him through your eyelashes.

It was weird, being right in front of each other and not talking, usually you two would be laughing over nothing, always matching each other's energy so well, teasing each other and basically speaking your own languages with how many inside jokes you had. Now he wouldn't even look in your direction, he pretended you didn't exist and kept changing position on the white couch. The tension was palpable. You were frustrated and confused: Antoine was literally the sweetest person you knew, always a kind word and a smile for everybody, he was your best friend and you couldn't imagine why he wouldn't talk to you even if he was mad. You didn't even know what you could have done wrong!

Dinner with the Équipe was supposed to be fun and you were so happy when Antoine asked if you would join him but now you regretted it, feeling stupid in such an elegant blue dress, being sat in front of a man who wouldn't even acknowledge your presence.

He got up abruptly to go to the bathroom and Olivier scooted closer, whispering "What's going on with you two?" in your right ear.

"I don't know Oli, he's been acting strange for the past hour. Do you think I offended him somehow?" you sighed "Maybe he doesn't like how I dressed." you thought out loud. To be fair your blue satin dress showed a lot of cleavage and hugged your figure thighly and you debated a lot whether you should wear it or not. Maybe he thought you overdressed, or he didn't like how much skin was showing.

"Nonsense" Olivier said "I think you look hot and Antoine thinks so too." he winked at you.

"Normally I would be jealous but you do look stunning." chipped in his wife.

"I second that." Presnel added, grinning.

"Stop it guys, you're gonna make me blush." You mumble, already red. Olivier always knew how to distract you when you felt a little insecure, he was very protective but Presnel was just shamelessly flirting. Actually he had been making you laugh all night.

"Oh and Y/n, Antoine isn't the kind of guy who would judge you based on how you dressed. You knew it was true and he had complimented you at the beginning of the night, still you were angry with him.

"He's also not the kind of guy to ignore his best friend instead of dealing with whatever the problem is, but here we are."

Oliver didn't have time to reply cause Antoine came back, he switched his attention to him, inviting to go on the terrace for a bit.

You followed them with your eyes, trying to read Antoine's expression but then you gave up, going back to your conversation with Presnel and Kylian.

Oli came back after a while. "He wouldn't tell me what was wrong but I think I figured it out, you should really talk to him." he said, winking at you again. "Why does it have to be me?" You thought, but still you joined him on the terrace.

He looked, if possible, even more upset than before but also a little embarrassed. You two looked at each other in silence for a little too long before you spoke "Anto what's going on? Did I do something wrong?"

"What?" he said a little surprised "No you didn't…"

"Then why aren't you talking to me? It's annoying and I don't fucking like it, we've always been able to tell each other everything."

Antoine sighed, looking away from you

"You're right Y/n, I was just upset and I didn't think I could control what came out of my mouth so I just decided not to say anything."

"But why are you upset?" he still wasn't looking at you.

"Because I saw you talking to Presnel and you two were laughing and I know it's stupid and it's not the first time one of my teammates hits on you cause you're gorgeous and smart and funny and it makes sense but still…you were laughing and you even had little inside jokes; like the ones you have with me. And I remember you saying he was cute some time ago and I don't know…It just upset me because I was jealous! But I know I have no right to be jealous cause we're just friends and everything but I am and it's fucking embarrassing. I know It's my problem and I shouldn't have ignored you, I'm really sorry Y/n" Thanks to the light coming from inside you could see he was blushing.

"Antoine, look at me" You said softly and when he did you noticed his beautiful blue eyes were shining with unshed tears.

You didn't give him time to say anything else because you kissed him, just for a second.

He looked at you, his eyes wide and deepened the kiss, one hand caressing your naked back and the other gripping firmly your hip.

"God knows how much I waited for this." He whispered.

[urprinceoflove]

The Special Treatment

Pairing: Olivier Mira Armstrong x GN!Reader

Summary: You couldn’t help, but not take ‘no’ for an answer when asking Olivier Armstrong out…

Warnings: None, except a dom Olivier 😏

Word Count: 966

A/N: i wrote this a bit ago. i stumbled across it again and realized i hadn’t posted it. i love it. maybe too much and now its here

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Olivier took a moment to step out of her office for a bit. She started out the door and noticed you to her right, holding a salute position. “Second Lieutenant Y/N.” Olivier greeted. “Major General!” You greeted back.

Olivier then realized that it was in truth you . Olivier stood in her tracks and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Fucking hell…” Olivier cursed under her breath. “What is it, Second Lieutenant?”

“Ma’am,”

“Don’t call me ma’am .” Olivier responded back instantly.

“...Sir?” You began hesitantly. When Olivier responded with a ‘Hm?’ you realized that you had the right to speak. You opened your mouth to speak, but Olivier cut you off once more. “Second Lieutenant, please think before you speak.” Olivier warned. You snapped your mouth shut and thought your phrase over. Then when you thought it over long enough (for about two seconds), you began again. “Would you go out with me?” “No.”

“Olivier–”

“That’s Major General Armstrong to you.”

You then caught Olivier and stood in front of her. “Major General Armstrong,” You repeated. You kept your head up high, closing your eyes. “Would you go on a date with me?” You pleaded in your mind for a good response, but when you opened your eyes you realized that Olivier was no longer standing in front of you. “I have business to attend to, Second Lieutenant.”

“Please!” You pleaded after Olivier, following her. “It’s a simple yes or no–” “I already answered it, didn’t I?” Olivier answered. “Well… yes…” “But it was not the answer you were looking for, yes?” Olivier inquired, now stepping down the steps of the facility and walking around the place. Everyone was up and working throughout the place. Some called to Olivier by her formal name and saluted her. She trudged past as it was all normality for her. “Not exactly… but!” “But… why don’t you go on now with Alex and do something?” Olivier presented, trying to say her brother’s name with as little resent as possible. “I mean… I like hanging around you a lot better actually.” You rubbed the back of your neck and looked up at Olivier, waiting for a response. Instead, she kept walking and did not say a word to you. The whole day, you continued to follow Olivier around the building like a lost puppy would. A lot of people caught a glance of you and would have asked why you were continuously following the Major General, but decided that if the Major General had not said anything then it was simply normal. 

After the long day, Olivier made it back to her office with the one and only you still glued to her. “Well… I guess this is good-bye.” You said sadly, staring at Olivier’s office door. You started walking away from Olivier, but before you managed to get away, Olivier grabbed you by the back of their military suit collar and pulled you inside the office. Your back slammed against the wall off the office and Olivier closed the door to her room, locking it. You stared Olivier down, feeling quite nervous. 

Olivier walked over towards you, putting a hand over your head and leaned it against the wall. “What’s wrong, Second Lieutenant?” Olivier inquired, smiling a bit. “You’re usually very talkative…” Olivier’s voice was low and seductive.

You felt your face grow warm at Olivier’s words. “Major General–” You started, but Olivier cut them off.

“ Sir .” Olivier corrected. You gulped. “...Sir.”

“Yes, Y/N?” Olivier knew this was getting to you. Your heated expression, as well as them constantly squirming under Olivier’s tall frame. 

“Does–” You cleared your throat. “Does this mean we can go out?” 

Olivier brought her hand under your chin and lifted your head up a bit. “I suppose.” Olivier said finally. You breathed heavily as you flicked your eyes from Olivier’s eyes to her lips. For a moment, Olivier caught you inching closer to her lips. “I don’t think so…” Olivier pulled back away a bit from you. You gulped again and resorted to staring down at the floor. “Someone is in need of a kiss from the Major General, hm?”

You mumbled something, but Olivier could barely understand you. “Love, I can’t hear you if you mumble.” Olivier brought your face back up to where you both were now face to face. “I want you to admit it.”

“Yes– Yes I am…” You said quietly. “You are what?” Olivier smiled knowingly. “I– I am in need of a kiss from you, sir.” You said finally, keeping eye-contact with Olivier. “That’s better.” Olivier agreed, now going down on you to give you a kiss on the lips. Olivier had no trouble in getting you to submit as she put a hand on your waist and pressed herself flush against your body. Oliver then bit down on your lip and you made a small noise, allowing Oliver access to your mouth. Olivier smiled into the kiss as her tongue explored your mouth. All the while, you kept you hands to your side, unable to determine if you were right to touch the Major General. Olivier pulled away from the kiss, allowing you room to breathe for a bit. “You are allowed to put your arms around me, Second Lieutenant.” Olivier said simply. “I– I hadn’t known.” You stammered. “That’s okay, love.” Olivier smiled. “You really are a flustered one…” Olivier noted. You grew even warmer. “There it is.” Olivier smiled, noticing you growing redder by the second.

“Stop it.” You turned away. “Stop kissing you?” Olivier asked. “No!” You snapped your head back and looked straight at Olivier. “I mean… uh…” Olivier chuckled. “You’re lucky you’re a good kisser.” 

You didn’t say a word and Olivier took this as another chance to get in another kiss.

[vampsquerade]

i beg of lion x reader x doc aftercare.

you needn’t beg, dear anon! what you ask for, you shall receive…i really popped off with this i’m ngl i just really liked writing this i guess. don’t know what really possessed me but yay! it has been a long time after you requested and i’m so very sorry for that, sometimes a mf like me gets a lil busy yk…but i hope you enjoy this…

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Lion x Reader x Doc: Two Gods’ Gentle Caresses

Trigger Warnings: after sex aftercare, cleaning each other up, literally 99.9% fluff i swear

Laying down sprawled out in your own bed in your own home, you were in and out of sleep for the past 3 minutes. Your two lovers just finished a very…rigorous “training session” and you were exhausted as all hell. Your entire body is completely limp and numb, memory struggling to completely return to you, and vision blurred by tears you hadn’t known were welled up in your eyes. “Mon amour, are you feeling alright? We weren’t too much for you, were we?” Gustave asked. He had grabbed a small and clean towel, gently wiping you clean before tossing it in your dirty hamper. “Wait for Y/N to get their consciousness back. I think they’re still lost to us.” Olivier chimed in, causing you to turn and look at him. You simply stared blankly at him, blinking a few times to familiarize yourself with the reality you were a resident of.

“Ah…sorry, I hadn’t realized I was completely blissed out still…” you say hoarsely. “Don’t worry, mon amour. Is anything hurting?” Gustave asked. You shake your head, “Not yet, at least…” you mumble. Olivier leans down and kisses your forehead then reaches up and removes the handcuffs that bound you to the bed. He then gently grabs your hands, rubbing at the red marks that covered your wrists before kissing them gently. “Merde, I hadn’t realized I put them on you a bit too tightly. I can ice them if they start to feel raw for you.” Olivier said. “That would be lovely, thank you.” you say, smiling. “Now then, get cleaned up. Allons-y.” Gustave said before lifting you up.

Your pair of lovers then walked towards the bathroom with you, turning the shower head on to a warmer setting. With the changing in lighting, Gustave frowned slightly at you. “Is something the matter?” you ask. “You have a plethora of bruises…we’ll be sure to treat them once you’re all cleaned up.” Gustave said. “Oui, Some of them may have been made by me, and for that I apologize.” Olivier said, causing Gustave to sigh. “Well, we’ll still treat them.” Gustave said, shaking his head. Olivier simply laughed sheepishly as he ran a hand under the water. “Okay, it’s warm enough, Let’s help Y/N in.” he said.

Gustave nodded, gently helping you inside and holding you up. Olivier then stepped in after the two of you, and both he and Gustave helped wash you down. Both their hands gently yet firmly worked into you, causing you to sigh in relief as they helped you clean off. Combined with the sensation of wonderfully warm water, your body was relaxing quickly. Gustave then gently began to massage your scalp, Olivier doing the same with your shoulders, pulling out soft moans from you. “It’s so cute that you moan at just the deepest touch. We’re just getting those knots out of you, you’re really worked up.” Olivier said. “Y-Yeah…work’s been absolutely awful lately. Thank you for your tender loving…” you praise blissfully. “Anything for you, mon amour. Here Olivier, let’s take turns holding them up so we could dry off.” Gustave said, gently having you move towards Olivier so he could wash himself off.

Olivier pulled you close to him before draping his arms over your shoulders, effectively holding you up like that. You tilt your head back slightly, kissing his jaw as you hold onto his forearms. If there was one thing you were obsessed with in regards to Olivier’s figure, it was his forearms. They were just so beefy (incomparable to Saif’s, Sam’s, and Aleksandr’s however) and you loved the way they felt when they were wrapped around you. And on Gustave himself, it was his hands. They were so gentle and delicate, making intricate and meticulous moves. Even now as he rinsed his hair, his fingers and hands wove through delicately, and you couldn’t help but stare. “Entranced, aren’t you?” Olivier teased, snorting when you gently pinched him. “Perhaps I am…now switch, you need to clean up too.” you said.

Olivier then passed you to Gustave, who gently rested his head on your shoulder as he wrapped his arms around your waist. “Merci for holding Y/N up and keeping them entertained.” Gustave said. Olivier chuckled, shaking his head as he began scrubbing at his body. His muscles flexed with every movement, the way it did for Gustave when he was scrubbing himself. They were both magnificent, and every time you gazed upon them you constantly thought about how lucky you were to have snatched both of them up. Not only were they the kings of fucking you into oblivion, but they were also the kings of aftercare. They kept you company, even helping you clean up because they knew you were too weak to do it yourself. Ever since the first time you all had your first threesome with both your lovers, they took exceptional care of you. “I love you both so much.” you praise, slightly turning your head to face Gustave.

He turned his head a bit before giving you a soft smile, kissing you tenderly and pulling away. “You know we love you too. Always.” he said. “Oui. Nobody could ever replace you, and we love you very much.” Olivier said, giving you a wink before he began rinsing his hair. You hadn’t realized how quickly your shower was going, and it was making you a bit sad. Gustave noticed this and gently nuzzled your neck, “What’s on your mind?” he asked. “Almost done showering…” you say somberly. “Oh don’t worry. We’ll dry off then get dressed for some cuddling. Does that sound good to you?” Olivier asked. After thinking about it, you give him a nod and a soft smile. He smiles back before turning the water off, moving the curtains so the three of you could carefully step out.

Gustave then begins to dry off your body, with Olivier using a separate towel to dry your face and head. Once you’re dry enough, Gustave sits you onto the counter of the sink before drying himself off with two new towels, Olivier doing the same with himself. “Next time you should let me dry their body off.” Olivier teased. Gustave laughed, causing you to smile and gently push him, “Don’t laugh, let him try it!” you tease. “I will! Just…not this week.” Gustave joked, now causing Olivier to lightly push him. “Come on, mon ami! Please let me do it next time!” Olivier begged. “Fine, fine.” Gustave sneered, gently pushing Olivier. He simply gave him a grin before stepping out of the bathroom, “I’ll go and get us some clothes. Stay here with Y/N.“ he said as he stepped out.

Gustave just turned to you and shrugged his shoulders, pursing his lips a bit. “What can you do, right?” he asked. It made you laugh a bit, shaking your head, “Oh come on, let him live a little. I’m his first relationship with somebody new after like what, eighteen years or so now? I understand why he’s so eager the way he kind of was when he was younger. Except, now he’s doing it much more safely.” you say. Gustave simply sighed, resting himself between your legs and embracing you like this, “I suppose you’re right. I mean, I was never really in one at all until you joined Rainbow alongside Olivier so I don’t think I understand the big excitement the way he does. And if anything, I’m more nervous about messing this up. It’s 2022 now, and he’s definitely changed from what his records show.” he said. You kiss his cheek, gently caressing the back of his head, “See? Now keep up that attitude. Except for that nervousness, because I will love you always and no matter what.” you reassure.

Gustave gives you a chaste kiss once again, turning away once Olivier came back into the bathroom. He and Gustave then helped you get dressed, making sure you were wearing your most comfortable sweater and pajama bottoms to keep you warm. The duo then dressed themselves before whisking you away to your room once again. You see that Olivier changed the sheets and blanket, making sure the one now on the bed was sufficiently warmed. He then set you down before covering you with said blanket, smiling at you. “Would you like tea, coffee, water, or juice?” Gustave asked. “Water would be ideal, thank you.” you say. He nodded, walking out of your room to get you a glass of water. “How are your wrists feeling? Do you still need that ice I promised you?” Olivier asked, sitting next to you.

You shake your head, giving him a smile, “I think the muscle tension relief I got from both of you somehow spread through the rest of my body, combined with the warm water, helped me feel better. Thank you, honey.” you reassure. Olivier leaned down and gave you a tender kiss, gently cupping the left side of your face before pulling away. “You’re welcome. Is anything else potentially hurting?” he asked. “Aside from my hips feeling a bit numb, everything else is also completely fine.” you say. “Good, good. We can treat your bruises tomorrow once they form a bit more.” Gustave chimes in once he came back into the room. He got the three of you glasses of water, handing one to you and Olivier. “I’m surprised you came upstairs with these. That’s really hard to do.” you say. “When you’ve got tedious hands like mine, you’ll understand why it’s so easy. Now drink up.” Gustave said, giving you a smile.

You nod and drink your water, leaving the glass nearly completely empty, much to Olivier’s dismay. “Drink the whole thing please.” he commanded gently. Flustering a bit, you do as you’re told before handing your now empty glass to Olivier. He then hands it to Gustave, who then places it onto the dresser across the room alongside his own. Olivier then passes his cup once he gets his fill of water, and Gustave carefully takes them back downstairs. He then turns off all the lights as he’s down there before coming back for a final time. “Come join us in bed now! Olivier’s getting impatient, and I’m starting to feel a bit touch starved.” you say, laughing softly. “But of course. Who would I be to leave mon amour feeling half full with affection like cuddling?” Gustave asked theoretically.

He and Olivier then crawled under the blanket with you, the duo wrapping themselves around you. Their hands gently roam your body, touching more sensitive spots in a way to help your mind understand it was time to relax and go to bed. Your guard was completely down at this point, whittled away by two lovely gods that wanted nothing more than to aid their mortal lover get to their much needed rest. You inhale deeply before exhaling, closing your eyes, “I love you…” you mumble drowsily. “We love you too. Now go to bed, lupin. We’ll be right here for you when you wake up.” Olivier said. You nod once more, finally succumbing to the comforting sleep that had been waiting to greet you all night long. Gustave and Olivier then wish each other a good night’s sleep, drifting off right after you to join you in the realm of dreams where you can spend the rest of eternity with your gods.

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Next up someone requested a Gavi NSFW alphabet, Olivier Giroud ( he was actually my first football crush) and another Pedri fic. I will try my best to get these done by the next weekend🫡 and thank you babes for all the love on my last piece🥰

I’ll try to serve you slutty dahlings some good stuff next weekend⭐️

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This might sound weird but can i request Olivier Giroud x teen reader, like where they are neighbours and reader’s parents are like drunk and drugged people so he takes care of her? In a fatherly way❤️❤️

I really love your blog! You writings are my favorites❤️❤️

Okay so you’re telling me there are NONE writings about Olivier Giroud on this app?

THIS MAN NEEDS MORE APPRECIATION

Thank you so much for requesting this! This one actually feels very personal to me.

I hope you like this💓

(Let’s pretends Oli doesn’t have kids and a wife in this story okay🤭)

also tw : domestic abuse, drug and alcohol mention, violence , oliver being the father i actually need since mine went out to buy milk and never came back ☹️

kylian mbappe is in this one too! kinda of kylian x friend reader where they both have a crush on each other 🤭

just look at the way he’s comforting kylian 😭😭😭😭😭

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You grew up in a pretty messed up family.

You’re parents were caring and nice when you were a kid but once you grew up they stopped caring about you. The only reason they didn’t divorce was because they had to decided who would take care of you and since no one wanted to do it they remained married. Also because if they divorced your rich uncles wouldn’t gave them any more money. You called them for help so many times and the only thing they did was giving them money.

What a shitty family.

You can’t recall when everything started to going down you just remembered being alone all of sudden.

You lived in a fancy complex in the middle of Milan. It was a very expensive building, the one who has a gym and a pool inside of it. If it wasn’t for your uncles you all would be living under a bridge now.

Your parents acted normal in public but inside your house everything was crazy. They would constantly fight and throw things at each other. They would scream and hit each other and that made you feel so unsafe.

You tried to escape once and saying that they didn’t even realised you were gone hurt you.

You were 18 so legally you could have left, problem you had no job or degree.

One night the constantly screaming made you feel sick and you decided to sit on the stairs of your complex hoping they would stop.

It was cold and you were only wearing a t-shirt and a pair of jeans but you were so scared of going back inside that you preferred staying cold.

You waited for two hours, sitting there all alone but they wouldn’t stop. You started crying and fidgeting with your hands, your anxiety rising when you heard someone coming out of the elevator.

You pretended you didn’t hear anything so your neighbour wouldn’t ask you.

You knew exactly who he was.

Olivier Giroud, the famous football player. He played for Milan and for the Equipe de France. He won the world cup once. He’s also champion of Italy now.

He was a nice person. Always greeting you when he saw you, asking you if you were good. He was like an angel sent to heart. Everyone loved him for his caring and gentle soul.

In fact he was going home when he saw you sitting on the stairs, shivering from the cold.

“Y/n? Are you okay?” he asked with a concerned voice

“Yes” you said with a shaky voice and in that moment you cursed yourself because you didn’t want to look so weak

“Are you sure?”

“Mh-mh”

“What are you doing outside here? It’s cold,

plus it’s past midnight, you should be sleeping…”

“I’m fine”

“Have you eaten?” he asked and when he mentioned food your stomach rumbled

You were starving.

“Do you want to come inside and eat something?” he asked hoping you would say yes

“I don’t want to bother”

“It’s fine really”

In that moment you turned around to look at him and when he saw your face his heart broke a little. Your eyes red and puffy from crying.

You stood up and followed him inside his home.

His apartment completely different from yours.

It was clean and nice decorated. It felt like home.

“You can sit on the couch if you want to, I’ll get you something to eat” he said while you sat

He came back a few moments later with a very good looking sandwich and you couldn’t help to smile at his kind gesture.

You thanked him and started eating.

Once you’ve finished he gave you something to drink and set everything in the sink.

“Now can you tell me what were you doing outside?” he asked you again

“I didn’t want to stay at home”

“Your parents?” he asked and you looked at him with an interrogative face “I hear them fight sometimes” he said

“Yup, that’s my life”

“Have you called someone?”

“I’ve called so many people and no one would do anything”

“I’m sorry, truly, if you want you can use my guest bedroom and stay here tonight” he said

“I can’t accept, you already did a lot for me”

“I insist, I can’t let you go back knowing they might hurt you”

You thought about it and accepted his offer.

Just for one night.

He showed you the way and the moment you touched the bed you drifted off to sleep.

He woke you up around 8 am

“I’m sorry to wake you up but I have to go to practice, you can stay here a bit more if you want to” he said truthfully

“No it’s fine I’ve got school in one hour…”

“Okay, well, if you need anything just give a call” he gave you his phone number and you thanked him.

After that night days passed and everyday he would make sure you were okay. He texted you and asked if you needed anything. Truth was you wanted to spend the rest of your days in his apartment, away from your parents but you couldn’t take advantage of his kindness like this.

This month things got worse.

Your dad started drinking again because things were going bad at work, your mum started using again and you were on the verge of a crisis.

“Y/n!” your dad called you from the living room.

You were in your bedroom doing your homework so you decided to ignore him.

It was almost 10 pm so he would have probably fell asleep very soon. Your mom was out, probably with some druggies.

“Y/n!” your dad called you again.

You decide to go out and see what he wanted.

When he saw you he smiled a bit.

“Honey can you get me a beer?” he asked.

Was he serious?

“No” you replied back

“Excuse me?”

“I said no. I was doing my homework and you interrupted me. Plus you’re already drunk you don’t need another beer!” you said almost leaving when you saw the bottle of his empty beer crashing straight into the wall in front of you.

“Where do you think you’re going whore! Come back and pay me some respect! I’m your father” he said standing up from the couch.

You started to being scared.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to…” you apologised hoping he would calm down.

You were so wrong.

He come towards you with an inhuman speed and slapped you right in face. The impact was so hard you fell to the floor. He never raised his hands to you.

“Dad I said i’m sorry please…”

“What a whore, always begging just like whores do” he said sitting on top of you “I bet you like when I hit you” he said punching your nose making it hard to breathe.

You tried to free yourself and somehow, due to the fact that he was drunk he lost his balance and fell.

In that moment you ran out of your apartment and ran through the corridor trying to find Olivier’s apartment.

“Olivier…” you almost shouted knowing on this door. You really hoped he was home you didn’t have no where to go “Olivier please please open the door” you knocked a bit louder, your eyes full of tears, your face red and you knows bleeding “please please Olivier”

That’s until you saw him opening the door with a very concerned face

When you saw him you hugged him so tight you were scared to leave him.

He was shocked, he didn’t know what was going on so he simply hugged you.

You cried into his shirt but he didn’t mind

He waited a few minutes before you calmed down.

“Sweetie can you look at me?” the moment you looked at him he saw your bleeding nose and your red cheek “What happened? Who did this to you?” he asked in a more serious tone

“My-my father…he was - he was drunk he didn’t mean to”

“I’m calling the police”

“No please no, don’t”

“Sweetheart…”

“I know it’s a bit messed up but they’re the only family I have, please…”

The moment you said this you saw your dad coming straight into Oli’s apartment.

Olivier saw it and he put you behind him in a protective way.

“Leave before I call the police”

“Why? What has done this whore for you? Is she good in bed? The only reason a football player would stay with her I guess”

“I won’t say it again, leave before I call the police”

“Nah, the bitch is coming home with me and she’s going to learn some good manners”

“Not a chance” Olivier said protecting you “now leave my apartment before I call the police”

Your dad left without not even looking at you.

The moment he left you started crying harder and shaking. You were so scared.

“Hey hey it’s fine. You’re okay he’s gone okay? He won’t hurt you ever again I promise you, I swear on my life” he said hugging you.

You simply nodded too tired to even reply.

He medicated your nose and let you sleep in his guest bedroom.

The morning after you woke up with a lot of noise coming from your apartment.

“Olivier?” you called him going into his living room

“Stay here” he simply said

“What’s going on?”

“The police is here…I know I said I wouldn’t call them but…” he didn’t even finish the sentence that you hugged him

“Thank you” you said

He smiled and hugged you back.

From that day on you continued living with him, his guest bedroom became your own bedroom. He helped you with homework and did everything a father should do for his own kids even if you weren’t his. He would bring you his matches and you would cheer for him. Who knew you liked football this much?

Until the moment of the world cup came

You couldn’t go with him in Qatar mostly because of school so you had to stay home alone for a month. You weren’t sure how to react, after your past you hated being alone.

“So…” he said coming through the door and sitting on the sofa watching tv with you “how would you feel coming in Qatar with me?” he asked you

“I-I…you know I would love to but I have school”

“I already talked with your school. Your grades are high and you’re the best of the class…they agreed to let you do online classes for a month, in case you wanted to come”

You were speechless. You said yes without even thinking.

When you got in Qatar you went straight into your room and fell asleep on the huge comfortable bed. The next day Olivier introduced you to the rest of the team, everyone knew your past but they decided to not say anything to make you uncomfortable. They all made you feel safe.

You took a liking in Kylian.

He was the first one to approach you.

He introduced himself and you started talking.

“So how’s my belle today?” he asked when he saw you coming out of your bedroom

“I’m good thank you! How are you?”

“Fine, ready to our first match against Australia” he said knowing it was going to be a great match “in fact…I wanted to ask you if you could wear this” he said giving you his jersey “you know, as a good luck”

“Of course but don’t tell Olivier” you said making you both laugh.

Olivier tho saw everything from a distance and couldn’t be happier that you were making friends. Even if he knew he would have to talk with Kylian.

“Okay…well I better go now, I have practice” he said awkwardly

“Oh yes, sure…I’ll see you tonight”

“Yes…well, bye” he said waving to you.

At the stadium you were in the VIP section, feeling protected with a lot of security. The game went good! France won 4-1 against Australia. Rabiot scored first, Giroud scored twice and Kylian scored too. You couldn’t be happier. You knew they were celebrating in the changing room so you simply texted Olivier you were coming back to the hotel.

Once arrived you changed into your pajamas and laid Kylian’s jersey on your bed.

A few hours later a gentle knock woke you up from your sleep. When you opened you saw a very happy and excited Kylian.

“Did I wake you?” he said apologising

“No” you lied

“Sure…” he said not believing you but smiling “the jersey brought me good luck”

You couldn’t help but blush.

“You’re just good at playing football Kylian, I didn’t do anything”

“You were there, for Olivier, for me, and for the team…and that meant a lot” he said truthfully looking into your eyes. You didn’t know how to feel. You’ve never had a boyfriend, you’ve never had a real crush so you didn’t know how to act. He kinda sensed it your discomfort so he just smiled trying to ease it a bit.

You got lost into his eyes.

“I’ve spoken with Olivier” he said out of nothing “he really cares about you…that’s why he threatened me”

“He did what?” you almost shouted

“He said I have to treat you good and if I dared to hurt you he would kill me” he said now laughing and you couldn’t help to laugh too “but we’re good friends so I would never hurt you…”

Ouch that hurt.

Just friends?

He saw your expression change and he wanted to say a bit more.

“Unless…you don’t want us to be just friends?” he teased a bit and you were completely out of words.

Of course you wanted to be more than friends!

He looked straight into your eyes and saw the way you were looking at his lips so the made first step and gently put his hands on your face and kissed you. Very gently. His lips like feathers on yours. You wrapped your arms around his body and put him closer to you.

You kissed for a while before you separated to catch breathe.

“I want this” he said truthfully “I want to be more than friends”

“I don’t know how to act Kylian…I’ve never dated”

“We’ll take things slow, I won’t pressure you into doing anything you don’t want to but please, just give me a chance”

You didn’t even replied back instead you kissed him.

He smiled into the kiss.

If someone told you a couple of months ago that this was going to be your life you wouldn’t believed it but now this was really your life and you couldn’t be more grateful.

To that angel named Olivier who changed your life in the best way.

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