#i kno i m a little late but i didn't know i wanted to do this until afternoon ahhfdg

[cinnamon-grump]

Happy fathers day I guess

[kingsofargentina]

I had planned on making this before copa américa begun, but then life happened. Better late than never, tho, right? Let's call this a celebration of Argentina's win. :D

Kun Agüero and Leo Messi are the OTP of all OTPs for me, so here is a list of a few of my favorite kunessi fanfics that I've read over the years. This is not by any means a complete list since there are so many great fics (so hmu if you'd like more recs or are looking for something specific), and the fics are not in any particular order.

Multi-chapter/ novel length

Before the Third Star by rainedparade (162 096 words, rated E)

When it was the two of them, the pitch became their world and the ball, their very own sun.

A story about football, love, and life featuring Leo and Kun from 2005-2010. Takes place in an alternate reality with liberal use of the butterfly effect.

This feels like an account of what could have happened. Many scenes that draw on real events etc. A very beautiful story of boys who love football and each other.

A Messi Love by stillgold (69 188 words, rated E)

Kun knew he never should have had that last drink. Now he's gone and spilled his deep dark secret to Masche. And why is Kun's feelings for Leo the only secret Masche can't keep?

A good story with excellent smut.

two bodies pressed together by yvenger (jjjat3am) (6015 words, rated T)

"If I weren't a footballer, I would be a footballer's wife." - Kun Aguero

or

The one where Kun has to retire from football early and becomes Leo's househusband instead.

A little sad at the very beginning, but then very cute and domestic.

A Matter of Biology by MessiFangirl (hpdm4ever) (25 701 words, rated E)

Nicolás guides him down the hall, body still tight with tension. “You shouldn’t be alone,” his friend says, a hint of a growl in his voice. “Not anywhere until we’re back in England. We don’t really know if it’s true about how they do things here. The last thing we need is you mated to some neanderthal from Russia. It would probably be the end of your career.”

“They were being perfectly nice,” Kun says, frowning. Instead, he takes a deep breath as the familiar scents of his teammates wash over him, trying to raise his spirits again. It’s what gives him the strength to add, “I’m allowed to do things differently here. You’re the one who was being rude.”

The a/b/o fic I didn't expect to love as much as I did.

By the Rio de la Plata I sat down and wept by whimsicule (48 904 words, rated M)

Buenos Aires AU. Kun is part of the city's social elite, drifting without any sense of responsibility and purpose. A chance encounter with a childhood friend puts his life into perspective.

AU that has nothing to do with football. My favorite fic of all time; any genre, any fandom, any pairing. What an absolute masterpiece. It broke my heart, but in the most beautiful way. I cried, and then I cried some more. And then i reread it.

One shots

Prayers by ren_makoto (3418 words, rated E)

How do you worship a god? Kun Aguero shows his reverence to one D10S de Futbol. But gods can be spoiled, complicated creatures...

"He's seen fans almost kill themselves jumping down from the stands to hug Leo, kiss him, bow down at his feet. Nearly drowning themselves to swim to his yacht. He's seen fans cry in joy when Leo gives them his shirt or a hug. This is his equivalent, Kun imagines. This is as close as he comes to praying anymore."

Hot and a bit angsty. Actually really angsty if you think about it.

Tonight Is For You by MessiFangirl (hpdm4ever) (3199 words, rated T)

Nobody approaches him, perhaps aware that he's fighting to maintain his composure. The Icelandic players are respectful enough that they give him his space, while the Argentine players are wise enough to know that he needs it.

There's a light touch against his bare back then, right against his waistband, and Leo lowers his shirt to glare.

I just love it when Kun get's a little angry. I mean I also love it when he gives Leo anything he needs, but when he puts his foot down, it makes for very good plot. This fic has that.

Make it better by brightcrystal (4324 words, rated E)

After Argentina's semi-final defeat against Brazil in the Copa América 2019, Leo is devastated and Kun wants to help him feel better. Going down a familiar path is the easy choice, but is it the right one when the kisses are mixed with bitter tears of disappointment?

A bit of fluff, a bit of angst, and a bit of smut. Can't go wrong with that.

short beards are for fun by mm_nani (834 words, rated E)

leo has shaved his beard short and this is why

Hot and fun. Made me smile.

Todo Por Vos by stillgold (1286 words, rated G)

There’s nothing to say, but the words come unbidden. “Hoy por vos”, he whispers. Today for you. For you. He could have said todo por vos, all for you, and it would have been true.

Maybe Leo understands, or maybe Leo already knew—maybe Leo, with his dark eyes and his quiet mouth—maybe he can see better than others can. It seems like it on the pitch, but maybe that skill translates here too—maybe it sees Kun’s yearning, his hunger, his ache, his everything—all for Messi, todo por el.

I just reread this as I went to copy the link and GOD it's so... I can't even describe it! It's just.... The feelings, u kno???? No smut or nothing just... words and.... and FEELINGS!!!

sometimes your voice might just be enough by westhamutd (1773 words, rated M)

“hey kun. how are you doing?”

he hears kun yawn on the other end of the line and starts to laugh.

“oh you’re tired? it’s literally four in the morning here.”

--

things you said on the phone at 4am

This manages to be both cute and hot in less than 2000 words.

[hogarthwrites]

house sitting for two chapter 19 (end)

chapters:

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 16 17 18

pairing: Sam Drake/Reader (m/f)

genre: smut, slow romance, mutual pining

warnings: graphic sex

words: 1,224

summary: And they lived... Happy ever after?

note: come and get your love - redbone

You took a shower together, kissing and touching each other the entire time. Sam just couldn't get enough of you, even when you climbed into the hammock next to him, he instantly pulled you into his arms and kissed the top of your head.

It was a warm night, with just the slightest breeze gently rocking the hammock. The view wasn't as spectacular as the ocean, it was just your backyard that didn't have much, but you were content.

“I don't understand,” Sam said suddenly.

“What?” You looked at him confused.

“I'll be honest, I tried with other people, but none of them ever made me feel the way you do,” he looked at you. “I don't know what kind of magic you did but holy shit, I've never been so in love it's driving me nuts.”

You blushed, looking away. “Sam…”

“It's fine,” he shook his head. “You're probably better off with what's his face.”

“He's not my boyfriend.”

“Oh?” His eyes lit up a little. “Why not? Too perfect with his perfect hair and clean suits?”

“No,” you gave a little laugh, but you turned to look at him. “He just isn't you, Sam.”

Sam propped himself up on his elbow. He couldn't believe you were actually saying that.

“Can we give this another try?” He asked quietly.

You wanted to say yes, you wanted to be in his arms every single night again, but you were scared.

“I feel bad, Sam. About leaving you, about using Stephen…”

Sam took your hands in his. “We can make it work. Give me a chance. And about that guy, well,” he gave you a smug smile. “It's kinda clear you've made your choice.”

“I did, didn't I?” You mused, but the horrible feeling at the pit of your stomach came back.

Were you cheating on Stephen? You felt guilty you weren't even thinking of him the entire time you were with Sam and it made you feel worse to think he was probably worried about you.

“You alright?” Sam placed a finger on your chin and turned you to face him.

“Yeah,” you got off the hammock. “I just have to do something.”

Sam stayed on the hammock smoking a cigarette while you stood in the kitchen anxiously holding your phone against your ear. Don't pick up, don't pick up…

“Hello? Oh my god, I've been so worried,” Stephen answered. “What happened? I'm about to book a flight,” he paused. “Or maybe I'll just drive.”

“Stephen,” you sighed. “There's something I need to tell you.”

“What? Are you hurt?”

“No… I'm fine,” you paused. “I wanna end it.”

He didn't say anything and all you could hear was his breathing, deep and slow through the receiver. You imagined him standing in front of his window next to his favourite leather chair, closing his eyes as he dealt with his emotions.

“It's him, isn't it?” He asked. “That ‘Sam’?”

“How did you kno–”

“You talk a lot in your sleep, you know that?” Stephen smiled sadly as he sat down.

“I'm sorry, Stephen,” you sat down too. “I thought I could move on from him. I was wrong and it was wrong of me to keep you hanging.”

“Well,” he let out a shaky breath. “I suppose I can't do anything if you really love him. I'll always be here for you.”

“I’m glad I met you, Steve.”

“I'm glad I met you too.”

Sam looked at you as you went out onto the patio again, rocking on your heels.

“What was that?”

“I…” You shrugged. “I ended it with him.”

“Come here,” Sam held out his arms as you climbed back into the hammock.

“Sam,” you intertwined your fingers with his. “No more lies?”

“I can't make any promises.”

You gave him a look and he retracted.

“Of course, nothing that'll put us in danger again.”

“That works for me,” you snuggled into his chest.

You felt like a huge weight had been lifted off your shoulders and you let yourself relax in Sam’s arms. This time, you were all his and he was all yours.

You woke up late, your body sore from yet another sleepless night with Sam, making love the entire time. It was sunny outside and birds were twittering, but he wasn't beside you on your bed.

“Sam?” You stood outside in the hall, but there was just silence. You panicked for a second, thinking he probably left, then you saw his RV was still in your driveway.

Music was playing loudly as you walked towards it and opened the door, the smell of pancakes hitting you as you came in.

“What's the matter with your mind...” Sam sang along to the song.

You giggled and he smiled as he saw you, taking your hand to dance with him.

“... with it, baby, cause you're fine and you're mine and you look so divine…” He twirled you around and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Come and get your love,” he kissed your cheek.

“Sam,” you laughed. “Good morning.”

“Good morning,” he kissed you. “I made you pancakes. Like I promised.”

You looked at the pancake on the counter, decorated like the sun with chocolate chip eyes and strawberry slices as its rays.

“Like you promised,” you smiled up at him. “Almost a year ago.”

“I kept it, didn't I?”

“Yeah, you did,” you looked at him up and down. “I do miss seeing you make breakfast butt naked though.”

Sam gave a cheeky grin. “I could strip right now if you want.”

“Oh, will you now?” You gave him a sultry look.

“But only if you'd strip as well.”

You sat with Sam on the couch that served as a dining chair, eating your pancakes and listening to music in the nude. Your legs hung over his and he kept looking at you.

“You still have that?” He pointed at the ring on your finger. “I thought maybe you'd pawned it off or something.”

“I couldn't get myself to get rid of it,” you held your hand out and the ring glistened in the sunlight.

“To think I was thinking of getting you a new one while I was making those pancakes.”

“Are…” your eyes went wide. “Are you going to propose to me, Sam?”

“Well, I–” he looked flustered. “Did – Do you want me to?”

“No, I was joking,” you blinked. “But I mean if you want to–”

“I just wanted to get you a nice gift. I think…” He took your hand. “We'll get there, but let's just take it easy for now.”

“Whew,” you were relieved and he gave a concerned look. “It's not that I don't wanna marry you, Sam, don’t get me wrong. I don't know, but I just want to be with you.”

“Let's start with this,” he kissed your hand. “Move in with me and we'll travel together like a couple of vagabonds.”

“Oh, quirky. I like the sound of that.”

Sam pulled you onto his lap and lovingly looked at you. “And to think this all started because of Nathan's little mix-up.”

“Well,” you wrapped your arms around his neck. “Here's to more, baby.”

“Here's to more.”

He kissed you and before it deepened, he pulled away and gave you a devious grin.

“Do you wanna have sex to WAP?”

note:

this is the *official* end of this fic :c

i'm happy and grateful for everyone who stuck around for two months and all 19 chapters!!! i really had so much fun writing this and it gave me a reason to get up some days. i'm really grateful for all the comments! i couldn't reply to all of them bc im kind of socially awkward but i loved reading everyone's reactions to certain chapters.

[lousimusician]

I Would Never Hurt You

Pairing: Mob!Tom x Reader

Summary: This was requested by @rennyd-26. This is basically a more in depth version of my first mob!tom headcanons where he's with a shy reader. In this the reader finds out he's the leader of a mob and completely freaks out.

Word count: 976

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You stood frozen and felt sick to your stomach, as you took in the sight in front of you.

Tom, your Tom stood in front of a man tied to a chair, with a gun aimed at his head, and he was about to pull the trigger.

There were about four or five bigger men in the room that looked absolutely terrifying. And even Harrison, who you had met a few times was in the room as well.

It didn't feel real, you felt like you were in a movie.

Tom, the man who was your boyfriend and the man that you were sure you were falling in love with, was standing in front of a man with a gun aimed at him.

Tom stared back at you with eyes just as wide. He hadn't expected the door to his office to be swung open so abruptly, and he really didn't expect to see your terrified face as you took in the scene. You stared back at him with horror written upon your face and Tom knew he was fucked.

"(Y-" He tried to start, but that seemed to snap you out of your trance, as you quickly turned and ran.

Tom handed the gun to one of his men, "Make sure he doesn't go anywhere." And with that chased after you, with Haz following closely behind.

It was easy for them to catch up to you, and as soon as you felt Tom's arms wrap around your waist, you screamed.

"Let go! Tom let me go! Please-" 

"Fuck Tom!" Harrison yelled over your screams, "What are we gonna do now, if we let her go she'll go to the police." 

Tom rolled his eyes at Haz, tightening his grip around your waist, "I don't care about her going to the police right now. Just go back to my office." He huffed, turning his attention to you, "C'mon love, please stop screaming. You're okay."

"N-no you're gonna h-hurt me, please let me go." You sobbed, continuing to struggle within his hold.

"Tom," Haz warned, "I swear to god if you let her leave at all I'll kill you myself. It's not only your ass that's on the line if she leaves."

"Just go." Tom spat, "Just let me talk to her, no one's ass is on the line."

Harrison bit his tongue, "Fine." He scoffed, turning to leave.

"C'mon (Y/N)," Tom pleaded, as you thrashed around, and cried. He pulled you down to the ground, so you were both sitting in the middle of the hallway, making it harder for you to try to get away.

He didn't know how long he held you before you stopped struggling and your screams just turned into sobs, but you finally calmed down, and Tom realized the silent tears that were making their way down his own face.

This was awful, Tom hadn't told you about his line of work yet and he couldn't stand the fact that this was how you had to find out.

"Shh princess, you're okay," Tom said softly in your ear from behind, your back held tightly to his front, "You're okay, I promise. 'M not gonna hurt you, I would never hurt you."

"Y-you were gonna kill that man Tom." You cried.

Tom sniffled, "I'm sorry you had to find out like that."

"I c-can't be with you anymore. Please l-let me go. I won't tell, just p-please let me go." You begged.

"Honestly I couldn't care less if you told. What I don't want you doing is breaking up with me." He said, hugging you closer, "I should've been more truthful with you princess, but I... I didn't actually inherit a major company from my father... Y'see he... he was the leader of his own mob and I took over once he retired."

"W-wait so you're..." you trailed off with a hiccup.

He hummed, his lips were pressed against the top of your head now and the vibration traveled down your spine.

"But Tom... You don't- how can I-.... I can't be with the leader of a fucking mob. This isn't a movie and I don't exactly want to live out some Godfather bullshit with you." You said in defeat.

"I know that pretty girl, I know. And that's why I never told you what I really did for a living. But you are the most stunning and sweetest girl I've ever known, and I'm afraid I've completely fallen in love with you darling." He sighed, "I need you to understand that I would never hurt you, ever. And that I'm not proud of what I do, but it's a bit late for me. I know it's a lot to ask someone to ignore their own morals, but princess... I love you so much."

You sniffled, "God, Tom. This is a lot right now...I mean... you were ready to kill that man."

"I know pretty girl, and I'm so sorry. I wish I could take it back."

You turned your head to finally look up at him, seeing his red eyes and lashes wet with tears. 

He looked down at your face, letting your head lean back on his shoulder. 

"You're lucky Holland." You muttered, "That I'm still so fucking in love with you despite what I just witnessed." Tom laughed, a smile gracing his face. He leaned down so his forehead rested against your own. "But 'm not gonna make it easy for you." You added, "So we're gonna go upstairs and you're gonna tell me everything about your little business, okay?"

Tom grinned, "Okay."

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