#gio reyna x y/n

[libraryofloveletters]

Kisses For The Birthday Girl

pairing: gio reyna x reader

summary: the rumours of gio having a girlfriend start spinning around and he decides enough is enough by the time your birthday shows up.

author’s note: this one is more on the dramatic side for no reason lmao 

all photos are from instagram and/or pinterest :) - @themandaloriansdiaries

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gioreyna added an instagram story. 

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youruser 

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youruser: cupcakes and lovers 🩷

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user10: gio?? is that you??!? 

gioreyna: 🥴❤️

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cmpulisic: happy birthday yn! 🩷

↪️youruser: thank you captian 🫶🏽🫶🏽

user19: the cake!! so fricking cute

user12: there’s no way that’s not gio like ???? 

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gioreyna

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gioreyna: yes, I have a girlfriend and yes, it’s her birthday. kindly leave me to celebrate the love of my life in peace 

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judebellingham: finally 🙄

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↪️gioreyna: shut up 

↪️youruser: yeah tell him again jude, took forever 

user12: screaming crying sliding down the wall 😭😭😭😭

youruser: thanks I guess 🥴

↪️gioreyna: love you baby 

user10: “love of my life” WHEN WILL IT BE MY TURN 

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[mercholic]

— This wasn’t how things were supposed to go. All of this was so, very wrong, but you couldn’t seem to stop yourself. Jude Bellingham was, so to speak, the forbidden fruit. Your older brother’s teammate, and one and only best friend.

“Don’t date any of my friends. Don’t date any of my teammates. Actually, scratch that, don’t date anybody I’m remotely familiar with. Got it?” Gio Reyna, midfielder for German club Borussia Dortmund and professional patronising asshole, had been talking your ear off ever since you stepped foot in his club’s training centre.

“Yes, I got it!” You grunt and throw your head back in frustration.

Clearly, your brother had been right to be borderline paranoid; because you had, in fact, not gotten it. You’re about to switch your phone back on to check for any messages from Jude when you hear a knock on your window.

You don’t check to make sure you’re not dealing with a creep; you know it’s him. Your brother’s best friend. You open up the door and despite the cold air that hits you like a truck, you look down to see a dazzling smile paired with warm, charcoal eyes.

“Do you intend on letting me in anytime soon, or do I freeze off here ?” His voice fills the empty void that had occupied your room up until now. You shush him, and look back at your closed door for any sign that might indicate that a raging beast -best known as your brother- is about to come bursting through it. The door in question doesn’t budge, so you start pulling Jude up to the window sill with no suspicions. Still, sometimes, you wish you were as paranoid as your brother.

The one person you had just made sure would not come swinging by, spreads the door open. “Hey, I’m gonna need you to go and unload the dishwasher quickly before-“ Gio doesn’t manage to finish his sentence before he quickly questions your behaviour. After all, it’s not hard to realize something fishy is going on when you look like a deer caught in headlights.

“What are you doing with the window open ? The heater is on and you’re not paying the bills here, as far as I’m aware.” He raises a brow.

“Nothing. You can leave.” You consider letting go of Jude’s hand then and there when the latter starts grunting.

“What was that ?” Your sibling slowly walks over to the window, and as your many attempts to stop him are in vain, and your hands attempting to keep him away are easily pushed aside, your heart starts speeding up at a rate that you cannot believe is healthy.

“Gio! Mate! That’s, that’s odd seeing you here, um.. What-what brings you um, here ?” A prime example of Jude’s lack of confrontational skills is the first thing you hear from the altercation.

“Are you seeing my sister? I told you not to date my sister!” Gio is clearly not in a mood to laugh, and you’re surprised to find out he’s had the same set of rules for you than for his teammates. Embarrassment creeps throughout your body.

You decide to put an end to this nonsense before things truly start going off the rails, “I went to see him first. I’m sorry, Gio. Honestly, for once. But I swear to you, that won’t change anything, at all. Besides, it’s not like we chose this, either of us.” Your words are filled with sincerity, and for a moment, your brother seems understanding of the situation you’ve put yourself in. This first impression ends up being misleading, however, as the next sentence that he utters makes you want to bash his head into a wall, despite the obvious physical force gap between the both of you.

“Did you put a gun to his head for him to date you or something?”

[nosugarallspice]

hi bestieeee can I get 11 from phrases and scenario 5 with mr blonde gio 🤭

Duhhh! // Blonde gio is so slutty omggg

Minors DNI!!!

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“Babe, can you help me wash the dye out of my hair?”

You look over at your boyfriend who now has bright blonde hair.

“Yeah baby, get in the shower. I’ll be right in to help you.” You smiled before walking into the bathroom with towels. You knew it would probably get messy, so you made sure to bring in a few.

You giggle as you walk into the bathroom. Gio comes into view, there he is hunched over to let the water fall on his head.

Finding your place next to him. You began to run your hands through his hair to wash out whatever hair dye that was left in his hair.

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Before you know it; your clothing is ripped off along with his, and you both are in the shower together.

Your back was pressed up against Gio’s chest, your hands resting against the shower wall. His hips slamming against your ass.

The sound of smacking flesh and your moans bounced off of the shower walls.

“Right there, baby.” You moaned out. Your back was slightly arched, giving him the opportunity to push deeper into you. Hitting your spot consistently with each thrust.

The grip he had on your hips was tight. You were sure there would be marks left there to see in the morning. His lips pressed against your shoulder, his groans slightly muffled by your skin.

His free hand rested under your thigh, keeping it up as he fucked into you.

“Say my name.” He purred into your ear, it came out almost as a whimper.

“You make me feel so good- so, so good.” You choked out. “Please don’t stop, Gio.”

His pace fastening up, his hand reaching down to play with your sensitive clit, bringing you to your finish.

His name leaves your lips constantly as you reach your peak.

His thrust becomes sloppier indicating his release is coming soon after yours. His cum filling you up, painting your walls white, making you feel so full.

[libraryofloveletters]

I’m Not Wearing This 

Giovanni ‘Gio’ Reyna x Fem!Reader

Warnings: ugly sweaters, well if it isn't the consequences of your actions, some begging, reader isn't giving in.

Word Count: 370

Author's Note: gio would be the type to tell you he loves what you're making but then never wear it when you give him one lmao

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Gio tells your aunt that he loves the sweaters she knits.  So when he's gifted one, you make sure that he wears it.

“Be serious, do I have to wear this?” He asks, grimacing as he looks down at the clothes you laid out on the bed for him. You were pinning up your hair in the bathroom as he grumbled to himself. 

“What’s wrong?” You ask, walking out. 

You turn so your back is to your boyfriend, the man automatically reaches for you to pull the zipper up; gentle enough that he doesn't snag your hair. 

Gio turns you to face the bed, his chin on your shoulder and his arms wrapped around you. “I have to wear that.” He says as if you picked out the most hideous thing on the planet to wear. 

To be fair, you did. 

Your auntie had taken up knitting last winter, she made Gio the ugliest sweater you had ever seen in your entire life. It was a mucky green colour with a poorly shaped Christmas tree on it. It was the thought that counted to be fair; so he smiled and told her that it was beautiful, he appreciates her effort and to which she replied; “I hope to see you in it next Christmas!” 

So now, Gio's gotta eat his words. 

“You're the one that told her you liked it.” You remind him and he groans as you step away, reaching for the sweater before tossing it at him. “It’s cold out, wear a button up under it.” 

Gio groans once again as you hand him a light grey button up and you leave him there to go check on the cheesecake you had in the fridge. After a few minutes, you can hear the steps on the stairs. 

Turning around to face the noise, you come face to face with your boyfriend. Biting back the urge to laugh, you clear your throat. 

Gio gives you a look, “please don’t make me wear this, I look ridiculous.” 

“This is what happens when you lie to people, Gio. But if it's any consolation, I think,” you giggle, “you look handsome.” 

He walks over to you and you reach up, fixing the collar of his button up. “You’re lying.” He says and you smile, on your tiptoes as you kiss him. 

“Cry about it, Gio."