#Dusan Vlahovic

[melanieph321]

Hi lovely,

I’m actually kind of new to Tumblr so I don’t know how this works but you were actually one of the first bloggers that popped up on my feed with your post about Kenan Yildiz 😭and I really enjoyed reading it so much. And then I clicked on your feed and noticed that you take request I don’t know if you do that anymore but I wanted to give it a try. I was thinking that maybe the reader and Kenan are dating but keeping it private since she’s the sister of one of his best friends on the team (maybe Vlahović) So when Juventus celebrated their win ,against another club, they went to a restaurant to celebrate and the waiter was constantly hitting on the reader which made Kenan very jealous so he made sure the waiter knows who you belong with(maybe giving the reader a hickey) and he made sure that the waiter saw how Kenan followed you to the bathroom.

I don’t know if that makes sense to you but anyways just wanted to get that of my chest 💕🎀

Love this! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🔥🔥🔥🔥

Kenan Yildiz x Reader - Claim Me Part 1/3

Enjoy!

"I have to go."

"What, no. Five more minutes."

"Kenan." You chuckled. The hardest part was always to get him off of you. After Juventus successful Copa Italia win against Atalanta, it was practically impossible. Kenan had you escaping yesterdays celebrations by sneaking back to his hotel room. There you did unspeakable things to each other. Fun. But unspeakable things.

"Fuck, you're so hot." He mumbled and planted soft kisses against your neck.

"Thank you." You giggled and did not reject the way he wanted to keep you in bed with him. However, there was just one small problem...

"I have to get back to my room before my family notices that I'm gone."

"Relax, I saw your sister dancing on top of a table before we left the club last night. I'm sure she'll still be passed out drunk by the time you get back."

"Yes, my sister perhaps, but my brother won't be."

Kenan raised his head from the crook of your neck. The mentioning of Dusan always set him off, especially if you mentioned him in a moment of intimacy, which has happened more than once before.

"He'll be the first one to look for me." You nodded.

Kenan sighed and rolled onto his back, letting you go.

"Thank you." You bent down to kiss his lips before rushing to the bathroom. However, you did not remain in there for long.

"Fuck!"

You were quick to stumbled back into the room, a hand covering your throat and a struck of panic in your eyes.

"What?" Kenan asked, seeing the expression on your face.

"I hate you."

"What did I do?"

"Kenan, you didn't."

"I didn't do what?" He said, rightfully confused.

You released the hand covering your throat, revealing a hickey the size of a coin.

"Fuck."

"Yes, fuck you." You sprung towards the bed, ambushing your boyfriend with harmless punches to the sheets.

"Baby." He chuckled. "I'm really sorry, okay."

"Sorry? Sorry won't cut it Kenan, Dusan will kill me if he sees it."

Kenan caught your hands, preventing you from throwing any more punches. "You mean me." He said. "I'm pretty sure I'll be the first one your brother would want to kill."

"Think again. He doesn't even know that we're seeing each other Kenan,  I'm the one he's gonna kill."

"Well, maybe it's time we tell him that we're together then?"

You paused, eyes searching your boyfriend's face. He had soft features. Trying to cover them up with a cut to his eyebrow only made him look more like a puppy dog. "You're out of your mind." You said and climbed off of him.

"Right. I'm out of my mind for wanting to be able to hold my girlfriends hand in public, or better yet, kiss her in public."

"Yes, Kenan. You're out of your mind for that. I've told you that my brother won't allow it."

"Well, maybe it's time you stick up to your brother then? Or perhaps our relationship is not worth the hassle?"

It's not that easy, you thought.

Despite what Kenan thought, it was not that easy. You had always been the baby of the family, the youngest three. Your oldest brother Dusan always watched over you like a hawk. But as you grew older, you began to feel suffocated by his constant protection. You longed for the freedom to make your own decisions and live your own life. But that wasn't the case right now.

"I'm back!" You announced, after receiving about a dusin text message from Dusan on your way up the hotel elevator. You had just shut the door behind you when his head popped out from the bathroom.

"Where have you been?" He asked. Getting up before seven AM after a night of celebrations was mental. But that's just who your brother was, a control freak in all things.

"I was just out for a run." You said.

"Wearing heels?"

He shot a glance at the pair that you were holding in your hands.

"Yes, Dusan. In my heels. It's a trend, look it up."

He shook his head but did not question you further. "Remember, be ready for lunch with the team this afternoon."

"Right." You crossed the joint living area on your way to your bedroom.

"I mean it, Y/N. Remind Nina to be ready on time as well."

"Yeah, yeah. I will."

You shut the door behind you and were quick to peel down the laces to your dress, stepping out of it. You left it on the floor,  amongst the other scattered clothes in the dungeon that you and your sister had been sharing for the weekend. She lay fast asleep as you joined her under the covers. Sometimes, you wondered how the two of you turned out so chill while Dusan got the off gene. I guess you'd never find out.

[vlahovic9dusan]

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[vlahovicdv9]

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welcome to my blog if you’re new here!

i’m currently writing for football players

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i write only FLUFF/ANGST and some SMUT (i don’t feel comfortable enough to write smut but if you have some ideas just text me and I’ll see if I’m comfortable enough )

don’t send me the same request you sent to other blogs, it makes me uncomfortable and it’s not fair towards me and other writers

my requests are currently OPEN

be specific with your requests please

(all the new fics will be linked in masterlist 2)

MASTERLIST

Masterlist 2

One shots

Adrien Rabiot

Mr Professor

Proud of you

Love at first sight

London nights

Don’t touch her

My love, stay with me

Breakfast in bed

Are you jealous?

Taking care of you

Mon amour

XOXO

First time?

Lazy morning

Kylian Mbappe

Not a secret anymore

One more chance , pt.2

Home sweet home

Emergency room

Safe

Don’t leave

Something better

Attention seeker

A father’s love

My hero, my saviour

In your eyes

What exactly are your intentions Kyky?

Juventus is better than you

Cuddles make everything better

Titanic

Silent treatment

Only human

She hulk

Not everyone’s favourite

Was she worth it?

Three of us

Bad mistakes

First valentine

Why not me?

Pet therapy

Fairytale

As long as you need me

Drunk in love

Light it up

The way you are

Crazy in love

Did you cheat?

On the edge

Clingy

Oscars

Perfect as you are

Neymar Jr

Everything I need

Love letters

My sunshine

City of Angels

Breathe for me (daughter reader)

Consequences

My angel

Never change

Richarlison

Nightmares

Antoine Griezmann

Let me love you

Alone

Olivier Giroud

Safe

Jealousy jealousy

A father’s love

In your eyes

What exactly are your intentions Kyky?

Love bites

Daddy issues

Erling Haaland

Breathe in

Goodnight kiss

Oh, baby?

Safeword

Cherries

Dusan Vlahovic

Did you really fall from the stairs?

Break up with your boyfriend

Power & Control

Daddy care

Protective

Baby?

See you later

Filip Kostic

First time

Taking care of you

Headcannons

Adrien Rabiot

Aftercare

Subspace

Kylian Mbappe

Aftercare

Subspace

Dating

More than friends

What is love?

Neymar Jr

Aftercare

Jude Bellingham

The first time

Jealous

Panic attack

Erling Haaland

Aftercare

Subspace

Richarlison

Aftercare

Shark week

Dusan Vlahovic

Aftercare

[percervall]

Hi! I just saw an ig post of a wag page which comment which footballers are good in bed. What do you think would be the top 10 or 5? Sorry Im bored and i need to discuss this with someone 🤍🥺🫶🏻

I didn't forget about this ask, but life has been.. well.

anyway, I love this so much?? There is 0 rhyme or reason to the order other than that name popped up first. Putting the list under a read more

Leon Goretzka - this man is criminally underrated on this app but I digress. Not only does he has a massive dick, I am convinced he knows exactly how to extract the best orgasms out of you

Thiago Alcantara - you can't have 3 children and not do at least something right. There's a reason they call him El Profesor 🤷🏼‍♀️

Dusan Vlahovic - Listen, he got in trouble for liking twitter porn and this man is into some kinky shit so do with that what you will

Virgil van Dijk - what can I say, defenders just hit different, you know?

Joe Gomez - I mean, we all know he is packing and while he might look innocent with those big brown eyes, he is anything but

Rodrigo De Paul - I don't think he's as kinky as we think he is, but this man is the biggest simp for his girl and so would do whatever it takes to make you feel good (also, you don't get a heart tattooed on your pelvis? question mark? if you don't wanna draw attention to your dick)

Mats Hummels - I know okay, but you asked me for this list so please pretend to be surprised he's on here. He also got caught liking spicy posts but this was on insta and I mean.. Listen. I just know okay (source: trust me bro)

Dominik Szoboszlai - Have you seen him???? That mouth would do the most sinful things to you and whisper the filthiest things in your ear

Sergio Ramos - That's it. That's the tweet

Mario Hermoso - again, something about defenders 😮‍💨

(I can already hear the comments about the forbidden dick that is Ruben and John not being on this list 🤭)

[andrewmpreg]

Dusan Vlahovic

[mrrwdock]

mes bébés avec des bébés 🥺

[vlahovic]

blah, blah, blah

[melanieph321]

Kenan Yildiz x Reader - Claim Me Part 2/3

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Part 1

Summary - Reader is Dusan Vlahovic sister and is dating Kenan. However, Reader has yet told her brother of the relationship as he is very protective of her.

Enjoy!

For lunch with the team and their families, you chose to wear pants. Levi's jeans, to be specific. Somehow, Kenan had managed to arrange the seating at the restaurant so that the two of you would be seated right before each other. You were thankful that he had been eager to tell you about his achievements before your arrival at the restaurant. It allowed you to prepare for the worst, like your boyfriend attempting to play footsie while you tried to enjoy your food.

It was pretty funny. His reaction as his foot went up your legs, expecting to feel your bare thighs, only to be met with the rough fabric of your jeans.

"Whatta..."

You had to look away not to burst out in laughter.

"Behave."

Your behavior earned you an elbow from Dusan, who, God forbid, despised laughter around the table. Or laughter in general.

"Are you twelve, or what?" He hissed, to which you were quite offended by. Kenan must have noticed this because his face went from playful to leathal in just a matter of seconds.

"It's okay." You nodded assuringly. However, he was not happy with Dusan and had to excuse himself to go use the restroom.

"Hey?"

There wasn't much you could say to cheer him up. However, he seemed to appreciate the fact that you came looking for him after he had been gone for a while.

"Hey?" He said, meeting your reflection through the mirror. "You know this is the men's restroom, right?"

"Really, then why are you in here?"

He chuckled.

You came up behind him and rested your chin on his shoulder, wrapping your arms around his waist. "It's getting kind of boring out there. What if we ditched this thing and went somewhere else?"

"Won't your brother notice?"

"Nina can cover for me. She always does."

Kenan turned around, forcing you to shift your arms to wrap around his neck, your forheads pressed together.

"I love you." He said.

"Love you too."

"I mean it Y/N. I've never felt this way about another person."

"Felt what?" You raised your head, your nose caressing his, only then did you notice that Kenan's eyes were closed.

"I guess I just don't want to lose you." He sighed.

"Baby." You shrugged his shoulders. His eyelids opened. "What makes you think you're gonna lose me? I'm not going anywhere."

Kenan shied away, the two of you letting go of each other. You kept an eye on the bathroom door as anyone could burst in at any moment.

"I know that." Kenan nodded. It was difficult for him to express his feelings at times. "Like I said before, I want to be able to hold your hand without looking over my shoulder for Dusan. I think it would be better if we just told him the truth. Rip off the bandaid, I mean."

"Kenan I don't..."

"I get it." He nodded. "It's not as easy as I believe. But what if it is?"

You felt for him. You really did. But more than anything, you admired Kenan for wanting to tell Dusan that the two of you were seeing each other. He wanted to do so despite the fact that it could jeopardize the teams dynamic. Not to mention the ridicule and cold shoulders he could face from his other teammates. Still, Kenan thought that you were worth the risk.

"Have I ever told you how good you look in a suit?"

Kenan looked up from where he had been standing by the sink. He saw you scowling him up and down, a devious smile on your lips. "No, but try me." He grinned.

"You look hot." You said, approaching him were he stood. "So fucking hot."

"Yeah?"

"Yes. You can only imagine what it's doing to me right now, seeing you all dressed up."

Kenan's raised a curious brow. His hand went to wrap around your waist as you stood before him again. "Tell me." He whispered. "What exactly is it doing to you?"

Your lip was caught between your teeth. You bit down hard. Even more so, feeling Kenan's hand slip down the length of your back to the curve of your ass. He squeezed it, pressing you against his growing erection.

"I want to fuck you so bad right now."

"In here?" He frowned, questionably looking around the Men's restroom.

You nodded. "In here."

You grabbed his tie, pulling him towards one of the bathroom stalls. As the door trapped the two of you inside, the explicit kissing began.

It was filthy and primitive beyond measure. You had managed to cover up your last hickey with make up, but as Kenan got busy nipping at your cleavage, licking and sucking your breast, you feared that you had no way to cover up those future bruises.

"Fuck Y/N, you're unreal." He groand and slipped a hand down your jeans, feeling the heat from your damped panties. "I want to fuck you until you scream my name."

You smiled. "Then what are you waiting for?"

Kenan paused to look at you,  not sure if this was you giving him his full consent to fuck your brians out. Nevertheless he went for a more tender approach, wanting to please you all the way, without rushing.

You moaned as his fingertips slipped under the fabric of your panties, brushing the bed of you pubic hair, searching for your opening. Once he found it, he slipped two fingers inside, sensing that you were more than ready for it.

The back of your head hit the stall, with a hand covering your mouth to smother your gasping moan.

"Yes baby,  you like that?"

"Mhm." You nodded, fighting back tears in your eyes. He kept a steady paste, thrusting his fingers in and out of you in angles that hit every right spot.

"Don't be shy, baby." He talk you through it, the erruption of your orgasm. "You can come for me. Please, baby, come all over my fingers."

You stood on your tippy toes, climbing the steep hill of your rising orgasm. "Kenan,  I'm gonna..."

"Yes baby, let it go."

It was unbearable, your panties pushed to the side, Kenan's braud fingers deep inside of you, lubricated by the liquid that help spark the flame of the craziest orgasm that you ever experienced.

"Fuck."

You crumbled against the bathroom walls. With Kenan slipping out of you to reach for your jaw, pulling your face towards his, rewarding his good girl with a gentle kiss.

"You did good baby. So fucking good."

You smiled weakly and allowed his helping hand to get you back up on your feet.

"I want you to feel good to."

He smiled. "You already do."

"No, I didn't mean it like that." Looking down the bulge in Kenan's pants gave him away. It was your turn to pleasure him.

"Y/N, you don't have to..." He protested, seeing you lower yourself to your knees. "The floor is dirty, baby. I don't want you to..."

"But Kenan..." You whimpered, your eyes big as you looked up at him. "I want to."

"Yes?"

You nodded, "Yes."

His hand went to the back of your head, gripping your hair. You were eager, licking your lips as you reached for his zipper, the bulge in his pants more than ready to be set free.

"Y/N, is that you?"

You froze.

Outside of the stall, the door to the restroom flung open, followed by heavy footsteps.

You looked up to see that Kenan shared the same look of panic in his eyes.

"Y/N!" Dusan hissed, your body trembling with the anger in his voice. "I can see your heels. I know you're in there. Who's in there with you?"

Your heart sank. Not like this, you thought. He will kill him. Your brother is gonna kill your boyfriend.

Part 1

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[damiansgoodgirll]

ANYTHING with Dušan

on my way 🫡

‼️angst and fluff (maybe) + i won’t make a part 2 because i’m so bad with sequels so don’t come for me 🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺

dusan vlahovic x reader

since day one

being dusan’s best friend since you two were kids had its pros and cons.

you followed him everywhere, from when he started playing professional football in serbia to when he moved to italy. from when he went to play for fiorentina and now juventus, you were always by his side.

he needed you there. you were his number one supporter and he couldn’t go a day without you.

he made sure you were taken care of. money, apartments, cars. everything you needed he was happily willing to provide it for you and you couldn’t be more grateful.

what you couldn’t stand about dusan, were the hundred of girls he would bring back home after every single match. you lived in the same building, as dusan requested, in case he needed your help for something, so you saw and heard every single detail that happened on the other side of your apartment wall.

and every single week it was a different woman.

it didn’t help when two years ago he moved to torino. the new team gave him more fame and that meant more beautiful women for him every single day. you knew he only used them for sex and for fun and they seemed okay with that but that didn’t stop from thinking why he couldn’t see you the way he saw them too.

you knew you weren’t as pretty as them but the crush you developed for your best friend these past years was becoming unbearable to handle, especially when you saw him walking hand in hand into his apartment with the typical it girl.

so you started avoiding him. not as much as you wished but you stopped waiting for him after his matches, going straight back home. you stopped texting him “good morning” or “good night” when he had a girl over, even if it was something you always did. you stopped liking his post on insta and you stopped wearing his jersey at his games.

you realised too late that you were in love with him, and now you were fucked.

you were currently minding your business, sitting on the couch and reading a book when you heard banging on your door.

you knew that the only person who knocked so hard was dusan so you didn’t even check and simply let him in.

“what did i do?” he asked you.

“well hello to you dusan…do you want something to drink? something to eat? please, mi casa es tu casa” you joked, knowing very well that exactly it was his home.

“cut the bullishit y/n…why are you ignoring me?” are you mad at me?” he asked, sitting on the couch with you following behind.

“i’m not mad at you…” you said. you didn’t know how to explain it. it wasn’t his fault that women loved him and it wasn’t his fault that he didn’t like you back. you couldn’t be mad at him for not having feelings for you. but you were mad and you knew you shouldn’t.

“sure…you didn’t wear my jersey last night” he pointed it out.

“it was dirty and i had to clean it…”

“all of them?” he asked again “tell me what’s wrong please…”

i like you - you wanted to scream at his face.

“i’m just…it’s not a good moment okay? can’t we talk about this another day?” you almost begged.

“are you sick? i can call a doctor if you want or i could stay here with you if you need help” he immediately offered.

how could you not love him? the way he cared for you made you wanted to kiss him right away.

“i’m not sick dusan…” you whispered “can you please just go?”

“i’m not going anywhere until you tell me what’s wrong sweetheart…” his hard look became softer. he was concerned about you and he wanted you to be okay.

“please…just go, i really wanna stay alone right now” you said avoiding his look. he needed to go, otherwise you would have confessed your love for him.

“y/n…you’re my best friend and i don’t want you to stay alone, not if there’s something clearly wrong…” he told you.

best friend.

that hurt more than you could ever think.

“that’s the point dusan…i don’t wanna be your best friend, i can’t be your best friend…not when i have these feelings for you…i’ve been by your side since day one and i-i don’t know how or when it happened but i started having feelings and i can’t explain nor i can’t stop them…” you explained, ending up crying.

“oh sweetheart…” he whispered hugging you tightly to his body.

he let you cry and he gently stroke your back in a comforting way.

dusan wanted to tell you how much he loved you, he wanted to scream how he fell for you and all the women you saw him with were only rebounds because he knew he couldn’t have you.

but dusan also knew that you deserved better than him. you deserved someone who could focus on you and treat you right and he knew that in this point of his life he couldn’t.

he was too focused on his football career that he never thought about dating and honestly, even if he wanted to see you screaming his name and begging for his cock, he didn’t want to use you like that, you were more than that to him.

“just say something…please” you cried into his shoulder.

dusan was trying his best to not break down in front of you but it was too hard.

“you deserve so much more…y/n, i love you, i do but i’m not the right person for you” he looked at you in the eyes.

“why don’t you let me decide that?”

“because i already know this…i know that no matter how much i love you, you’re gonna end up getting hurt and i can’t see you hurting because of me…i’m not - you deserve so much better than me” he ended up crying a little too. he was quick to wipe his tears away but you already saw them.

“dusan…”

“you’re gonna fall in love with someone who can treat you the way you deserve y/n…i know i’m not that person” he whispered kissing your forehead.

his thumb wiped your tears away.

“you can’t to this….”

“do what?” he asked you.

“tell me that you love me and the break my heart…you just can’t” you cried avoiding his look.

��i’m so sorry…but -“

“i’m so tired of your but…why can’t we give this a try?”

“you know why….”

“no, all i know is you complaining dusan…i just…i think you should go now, thank you for passing by” you said pointing to the door.

he simply nodded, knowing that he fucked up.

when he left you ended up crying a lot more, laying down on the couch with your head in your pillows and letting yourself cry all the tears in you had.

[janniksnr]

📸: getty images

[liverpool-enjoyer]

i rlly dont wanna study for finals so heres uefa high as tweets part six

part one

part two

part three

part four

part five

[vaniellia]

theyre gonna go to sleep now

[applejuicefruit]

can i request a dusan fic where he got so much attention from other women at a party, and the reader being insecuree, maybe a smut pleasee

tw : reader is self conscious and insecure, mention of smut

dusan vlahovic x reader

Am I enough?

You were currently sitting on a black leather couch, in a little corner of the huge ballroom you found yourself in, completely forgotten by your boyfriend and your friends. You never really liked parties but your boyfriend Dusan begged you to come with him to celebrate his team latest win and, of course, when you saw him so happy you couldn’t say no. What you didn’t expect was to see him talking with different women instead of spending time with you. He had models and influencers all over him and you couldn’t help just start feeling insecure. Not only you were mad at him for completely ignoring you the whole night but you started feeling jealous of those girls, who clearly caught his attention and you started to wonder how or why he was dating you when he could have had millions of models all over his feet.

You got tired to see him with those girls that you left the room and went straight into the bathroom. You didn’t want to cry in a room full of strangers so what better place than a dirty bathroom in some club?

You didn’t know what time it was but you heard Dusan calling your name in a distance.

“Y/n? Babe? You’re in there?” he asked, knocking on the wooden door.

“Yes, uh, one second” you said, your voice shaking a bit. You wiped your tears away and fixed your make up before meeting Dusan outside of the bathroom.

“Hey…I was looking for you, is everything okay?” he asked, his face full of concern when he saw your make up half smudged under your eyes.

“Yes…I just needed some time alone” you said, ignoring his look.

“You sure?” he asked again.

“Yes, I told you I’m fine” you lied “I’m just tired…” you lied again.

“Okay…then let’s go home” he smiled.

“You can stay and have fun…I saw how you were having fun…I can call a taxi, I don’t mind” you scoffed. You were sad. You were hurt. You were mad.

“Babe…can you tell me what’s going on?” he asked again.

“Nothing…”

“Don’t say nothing. Something is bothering you and I want to help you…” he said truthfully.

“Why me?” you asked him and he looked confused “why me? Why did you chose me? You can have all the prettiest girls in the world and you chose me? I saw how they were all on you Dusan…I saw how they wanted you…and I also saw how you didn’t do nothing to excuse yourself from that situation…almost like you loved receiving all of the attention and I can’t help but wonder why did you chose me?” you asked, completely breaking down.

“What…what are you talking about?” he asked, a little confused “you know why I chose you, you know how much I love you…” he said, his hands lifting your chin up and his fingers wiping your tears away.

“Then why did you let them? They were all over you…I know I look nothing like them…” you said.

“You’re more than perfect baby…I just didn’t want to be rude…you’re perfect baby, I love you so much you have no idea” he said, kissing your wet cheeks “I’m so sorry If I made you doubt yourself…I never meant to hurt you baby” he said.

“It’s just…all of my negative thoughts…”you tried to explain but he stopped you.

“Let me wash away all of those those you have in your mind okay baby?” he said, his hands grabbing your waist and holding you close to him.

“Dusan…” you called his name.

“Let me take you home okay? Let me take care of you” he whispered in your ear, sending goosebumps all over your skin.

“Okay…” you whispered and he smiled.

Once you got home, his kisses turned into a full make out session and before you knew it you were laying completely naked under his muscular body.

You remembered all of those models and you started to feeling insecure about your body, thinking bad things and feeling self conscious once again.

“Hey pretty girl” he called you when he sensed your insecurity “let me make you feel good okay?” he whispered, leaving some kisses on your neck “I want you to know how special you are to me” he said looking straight into your eyes.

“Okay” you nodded.

“I love you” he said and you smiled.

“I love you too” you said back, letting fall yourself into the pleasure he was going to give you, knowing it would have been a very long night.