#Pablo Luna

[mod-a-day]

Eric Berge of Robots Are Supreme, Pablo Luna "Potato Juice" (Melnorme Theme) (IT Remix) Star Control II: The Ur-Quan Masters (1992, 2003) Toys For Bob

[lunaandco]

did it have to be him?

pairing: gavi x ofc

summary: emma works as a social media manager for real madrid. her job would be way easier if she didn't fuck barcelona's star boy in her free time

warnings: smut, hate sex, dirty talk, degradation kink, vaginal penetration, use of condoms, madridista ofc (😔)

masterlist // I do not take requests

In a normal match day, after she got home from work, Emma would be rearranging all the pictures and videos she had taken from the game, to post them the day after in the official social media accounts. But today was different. Real Madrid had lost, so she should have less pictures to post, but she wasn't looking through her gallery.

Emma was bent over her desk, her clothes gone and her cheek pressed against the wood, as Gavi fucked her without any semblance of mercy.

Gavi was like a hunting dog. He always smelled the weaknesses in his opponents. Mere hours earlier he was getting under Vinicius' skin with ease, getting him to start blabbering and fighting. Vini was an easy prey, nerves already on fire, Gavi just had to press the right buttons.

Emma sometimes thought that he had done the same with her. He had known, smelled even, her weakness. He saw her as what she was, the most fragile link in Madrid's structure. Her wandering eye, following him when she should have been taking pictures of her own players.

Gavi had known, and he had acted accordingly.

Emma was sure Gavi could find prettier, more convenient girls. Girls that wouldn't enrage his fans, that wouldn't get him in trouble with the club. But she also knew that she had something those girls didn't, the reason he had come back to her.

The power struggle turned him on like nothing else ever could. She could ruin his life, but they both know she would go down with him if she did. Emma was sure that ripping off the free white and gold merch she got from work fueled him with more adrenaline than stripping a random model from an expensive dress ever could.

After the adrenaline high of playing a game like el Clásico, one would thing Gavi would be tame and pliant, but Emma knew better.

They had gotten together after Bellingham's first Clásico. Emma was working overtime in his passenger seat, queueing and programing as many posts as possible, to make sure her absence wasn't noticed. Her club would want to boast the win, and they would not be happy to know their social media manager was not doing her job properly because she was spreading her legs for the enemy.

Emma had been with many men before Gavi, but no one measured up to him, she had decided as she scrambled to recover her clothes, under his careful watch. A part of her wished she could stay a little bit longer with him, but she did not want Ancelotti of all people questioning why she wasn't available during work hours.

For better or for worse, a week after, Gavi got injured and Emma never heard of him again, until today.

Gavi was subbed in for the last minutes of el Clásico, and immediately stole her attention. He was clearly older, even if only a year had passed. His shoulders cut a broader shape, his gaze was hardened. He still got into fights, got his yellow card, but he seemed... more powerful.

And as he passed next to her, to go back to the locker room, Gavi caught her eye, and Emma knew. She knew he would search for her, go back to her studio apartment and continue what they started a year earlier.

"If I didn't know better, I'd think that you're really into being made a bitch by a Barça player," grunted Gavi above her. Emma whined in response. It was humiliating, it was degrading. But it made her wetter.

"Is that all you've got?" she snapped back. "You didn't even play ten minutes, you can't be this tired."

The response was a hard slap on her ass that made her gasp, and the hand pushing her head against the desk tangling on her brown curls and pulling her up, until her back was pressed to his hard chest.

"You don't want to play this game, corazón," he mocked, his voice warm against her ear. But Emma does. She wants Gavi to really let go.

His hand came up to squeeze her breast, as his teeth found the flesh of her neck. It was one of the things Emma loved about Gavi, that he would take her body fully, like it belonged to him. And maybe it did.

Emma moaned loudly, her body twitching and the orgasm approaching. It hit her like a train wreck, and Gavi, the little shit, kept fucking her through it, until she was scratching at his arms.

"Please, stop. Too much—" Ovestimulation was making everything painful, but then Gavi stilled, filling the condom as his muscles hardened under her touch.

"I'm sorry—" he gasped. He seemed genuinely apologetic that he hadn't stopped in time.

"It's fine," she replied, caressing the skin she had scratched. "It's fine."

💙❤️

Afterwards, Gavi led her to her own shower, gently washing the sweat off her body.

"I really wanted to do this last time," he confessed. Emma blushed. "You don't have anywhere else to go this time though."

Emma smiled sleepily.

"Don't you, though? I heard Flick has military rules in place. How did you manage to come here?"

"That is classified, corazón," he joked, kissing her lips softly. "Turn around, I'm gonna wash your hair."

Emma hummed. She really liked this gentle side of Gavi.

💙❤️

"We could do this again sometime," offered Gavi, as he put on his jacket. They had cuddled for as long as they could, but he had to leave at 5 am if he wanted to pretend he had been at the hotel the whole night. "Maybe when neither of us is under the restrictions of our clubs."

Emma thought about it. Vacation time, with Gavi. Soft kisses, warm cuddles and hot sex. She could get used to it. And as far as Madrid never knew, she would be safe.

"I would like that."

[y0ninah]

✭ parings:gn!reader x Luna Leonardo, Cavazos Pablo

✭ tags: sae hate ig also lunas is not really romantic but read it however you want // pablos is established relationships

✭ notes: i have no idea what is this // i have no idea which version of pablos name is correct

@gigiiiiislife @10renz0

[prefixerism]

Ive been so hyper about this game its literally the only thing im talking about in my private acc on twitter ahshdh

Just wanted to post something since its been so long!! Rn my current obsession is backyard sports 😋 mainly backyard baseball but im currently getting into the other games aswell yay! So Im gonna be posting abt it more often yaayy

[luegootravez]

Luna Sobrino by © Pablo Gil

[artzytrash]

My favourite thing to do when I have a new fixation is put the character into an incorrect quotes generator and then turn those into fake tweets or messages. So I did a few with the Backyard kids. So here's part 1 of multiple.

[xdeathdollx]

I made an AU! it’s called runaway and it’s a apocalyptic type thing :)

“And then I heard it.”

pablo, achmed, and maria luna!!

[vestzmc]

The moon shines brighter shen she comes around

[dmitris-notebook]

We need fanart for the concept art of them🥺💖

[lunaandco]

hide and seek

pairing: gavi x ofc

summary: roxy hides a football star from some fans that were overwhelming him.

warnings: panic attack

taglist: @htpssgavi; @joaosnovia

masterlist // I do not take requests

Roxy loved her job. She loved music, she loved vinyls and she loved talking to people as passionate as her. The music store was near a crowded street of Barcelona, which meant that they had a decent influx of clients without the small local getting overcrowded.

She had found the job to be able to earn some money during her Erasmus year in Barcelona, before she had to return to London to finish her musicology degree. Roxy knew that her knowledge and language skills were the reason she got the job in such a gentrified city.

It was a slow hour when it happened. A boy came rushing into the store, big eyes wide open and breathing uneven.

"Can you hide me somewhere?" He asked with a thick accent. It took Roxy a few seconds to decipher what he was saying, the same time it took her to notice that his face was not only familiar, she had a name to link to it.

And that was enough clue as to what was going on.

"There's space beneath the counter," she blurted, taking a step back and pointing to the ground.

The boy did not hesitate, rushing to kneel and then sit in the place she had pointed out. And it was just in time, because a group of men around 25 to 30 years burst in next, and Roxy had a feeling they were not searching for any specific vinyl.

"Hi, how can I—" she began but they cut her off.

"Have you seen Gavi?"

"Excuse me?" She felt the boy beneath the counter, Gavi, hold on to her ankle.

"Gavi, the footballer? From Barcelona?" Insisted one of them. She did not like the tone one of the men was using with her.

"Yes, yes. But. why are you asking about him?"

"We're pretty sure we saw him come in here." The grip on her ankle tightened. Roxy dropped her hand beneath the counter to tangle her fingers on his hair in what she hoped would be a reassuring manner. Gavi pressed his forehead against her thigh.

"You're the first to show up in a while, I'm sorry. We've been empty for like, an hour," she tried to remain polite and not look down to see how Gavi was doing. That could give them away.

"Are you sure he's not here?" They insisted. "He could be hiding."

One of the guys was checking through the shelves, in case Gavi was over there. Roxy licked her lips annoyed, and grabbed the box of La Liga surprise cards.

"We don't sell footballers. We sell vinyls. If you want Gavi, buy one of these. Maybe you'll get his card." She slammed the box on the counter, eyes blazing.

"Damn, there is no need to be rude."

"You started it."

"Alright, we're sorry, whatever."

"Let's go, lads, maybe he's still in the street."

The men finally left. Roxy waited for a few minutes more, checking that they wouldn't come back.

"They're gone," she muttered, dropping to her knees in front of Gavi. He looked pale and his breathing was shallow. His hands were clammy and his skin had a thin layer of sweat. "Are you okay?"

"Thank you," he mustered. "Thank you."

"It's okay. They seemed quite abrasive. They scared me too." It wasn't hard to figure out what happened, but Gavi seemed shaken still. Roxy recognised the symptoms of a panic attack, from all the times she had witnessed her sister have their own. "Breathe with me, okay?"

Roxy took a deep breath, and watched as Gavi copied her. She left the air go, and so did he. They remained like that for a while, Gavi regaining his breathing and claiming down little by little.

"I'm sorry," he said then. "I usually... I can deal with it pretty well, you know? I'm used to it." Roxy sat next to him, their shoulders touching. "But there were so many of them today... and they were so loud and all of them wanted ot touch me and talk to me at the same time and I..."

Gavi covered his face with his hands.

"I could see. I wanted to kick them out the second they started talking. If they were that rude to me, I don't want to imagine how they were with you," she said, seeing how his shoulders relaxed at the understanding.

"Thank you," he said again. "And I'm sorry for getting you into this mess."

"It's okay," Roxy repeated. "I'd rather have you here than having a panic attack out there without help. I know it can be scary."

She kissed his temple and stood up. offering a hand for him to do the same. Gavi did, and they stood in front of each other for a moment, hands still joined. Roxy wondered what he was seeing then. A girl with her hair in a messy bun, dark skin and thick lips, plain clothes.

She gulped when she noticed how his big brown eyes mapped out her face.

"Thank you," insisted Gavi, squeezing her hand and kissing her temple too, before exiting the counter to make a quick run for his home.

"It's nothing, she told him with a smile.

And if he became a recurring client at the store, that was their business only.

[ihavemanyhusbands]

irl i always think its so interesting how people will automatically assume im crazy about pedro pascal just because im latina…. Like what are you getting at 🤨

[lunamarish]

Sotto la tua pelle vive la luna.

Pablo Neruda

[prefixerism]

sillyposting time..

[luegootravez]

Luna Sobrino by © Pablo Gil

[frikyart]

Narcos and Narcos Maxico fanarts

This show is wonderful, my top characters are Felix, Pacho and Escobar

(Currently watching s2 of Narcos Mexico, I’m not done yet)

[artzytrash]

Incorrect Backyard Quote/Fake Tweet things pt3

I have too many of these but they're so fun to make