#mar x thiago

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Mar I’m also greedily begging for a Greek god/goddess list for our football boys 💛👀✨ pretty please? 🥰🍷

and a football one too? babe you're spoiling me

again, gender is a social construct

Kostas is Apollo, God of sun. It's the feeling of being drenched in liquid gold as the warmth of the sun begins to radiate from the inside out, the sky tinged with oranges and pinks as the clouds get a copper hue.

Which then makes Darwin Artemis, Apollo's twin and Goddess of the hunt. It's the feeling of being the subject of their laser focus, the graceful lines of their body hardened as they get ready to strike.

Thiago is Hermes, God of communication and language. It's the feeling of being at home despite being thousands of miles away from the geographical location, it's blending in and adapting, building unlikely bridges.

Mats is Athena, Goddess of wisdom and intelligence. It's the sound of rustling pages, the smell of a new book mingling with old ones. But also the sound of long late night conversations about topics that are too personal to be discussed in the light of day.

Dusan is Dionysus, God of parties, chaos, ecstasy. It's the sound of laughter as another bottle of wine gets opened, the feeling of silk against your skin as your arms are being pulled higher, of whispered promises against the most intimate parts of your body.

Marcos is Aphrodite, Goddess of love, beauty, pleasure. It's the feeling of being wrapped up in linens, fingers clutching at both fabric and skin. It’s fleeting and beautiful and will leave you aching in more ways than one, but you wouldn’t change it for the world.

Fernando Torres is Demeter, the Goddess of growth and nourishment. It's the quiet confidence, the whispered praise, an unwavering belief in your abilities but also knowing he will there to catch you when you fall.

Andy Robertson is Ares, God of war. It's going in heart first, not worrying about the repercussions as you sow chaos and watch it burn.

James Milner is Hephaestus, God of blackmiths. It's being the backbone, fixing what was broken, ruling with an iron fist albeit fair.

Joe is Hestia, Goddess of hearth and home. It's throw blankets and hot drinks as the sun slips below the horizon. It's the safe port in the storm, seeking comfort in their arms.

Trent is Persephone, Queen of the underworld. It's bending expectations, breaking the mold they put you in and realising it is so much more fun to own your power and watch men crumble before your feet.

Antoine is Poseidon, God of the seas. It's realising you cannot be contained, water has to ebb and flow, allow for both calm and chaos. It's being allowed to both sparkle and glitter as the light hits you from different angles and being able to be everywhere all at once.

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CASI ÁNGELES MEME (in cooperation with @chinasuarez) 10 of 15 voice-overs ★ 3x115 “dejame llorar”

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my lovely mar 💛 you are one of my inspirations for threesomes on this site and so i wanted to know…

of the players / managers / drivers / tps you’d write for… what threesome pairings do you think would make for fun fic ideas? would love if you’d briefly describe the scenario / dynamic that would suit these threesomes 😂

Oh my fucking God, Ivy I love you, but jesus christ

Okay. Okay. This will be under a read more so enjoy I guess?

Carlos Sainz jr. x reader x Marc Marquez

I mean....

The football AU we came up with months ago still lives in my head rent free. Both Carlos and Marc play for the national team and they just won their first major trophy since 2012. Drunk on adrenaline and alcohol Carlos takes his girlfriend back to the hotel for some post-match celebrations only for a drunk Marc to stumble into the room he shares with Carlos, scarf tied around his head, bottle of champagne in his hands. Safe to say that mattress is beyond salvation once they're done.

Mats Hummels x reader x Nico Schlotterbeck

So this is a dynamic we've discussed quite a bit in the discord server, but Nico somehow stumbling across his teammate and mentor of sorts getting his dick sucked leaves him rooted to the spot. Mats is quick to spot him, watching the young defender watch his girlfriend (or wife) enjoy pleasuring him and so he invites Nico to give him a helping hand -or mouth. This whole dynamic has me so unwell.

Lewis x reader x Toto Wolff

Listen, by now you already know I'm a slut for these men, but together??? Ooh boy. I can just imagine Lewis teasing her about her crush on Toto, how that photo taken after Abu Dhabi becomes the fuel for so many of her fantasies. And so somehow Lewis convinces Toto to join them, allowing his boss to show her what happens to naughty girls who don't listen to daddy. Oh my god, I need a cold shower.

Kostas/Darwin x reader x Thiago

This could work with either Liverpool player, I still can't get over Darwin giving Thiago a lil smooch after he explained something to him. So. Let's just go with Darwin for this scenario. Darwin and his girl have been together for a while already. They've had sex, that's not the issue. The issue is that she won't let him go down on her, claiming she's fine with just giving, how she's never been able to come from oral sex before and it's fine honestly. This just won't do for Darwin and so he asks the only person he can think of to help: Thiago aka el profesor. Thiago is more than happy to impart his wisdom onto his younger teammate and you know what they say about putting theory into practice.

Diego Simeone x reader x Antoine Griezmann

Listen, I am not proud of this okay? Having said that, how can you look at the way Cholo treats Anto and not think how he would blindly trust him with his life wife? Atleti have won La Liga and to show Anto just how much Diego appreciates him, he invites him into their bedroom at the hotel, his wife dressed in red panties and a matching red ribbon tied around her chest. And, because he trusts Anto, Diego just sits back and enjoys watching her fall apart again and again and again.

Antoine x reader x Rodrigo De Paul

Okay, now this is just-.. They're boyfriends okay? This isn't a threesome, this will become a throuple and I have spammed @footballffbarbiex so much already with ideas for this. The scene that lives rent free in my head for them isn't even sexual, but I love it so much. Antoine had to report for international duty while Rodri got to stay home with her for a change. They FaceTime every single day and Anto misses them both terribly, so much so that he manages to get home a day earlier than planned. When he opens the door, he's greeted by reggeaton music playing over the sound system Rodri was adamant on installing. Anto moves further into the house, dropping his suitcase by the stairs and opens the door into the kitchen. He sees his girlfriend throw her head back with laughter as Rodrigo tries to teach her how to dance, wearing that backwards cap both of them love so dearly, while biting his lip to not burst out laughing too. And Anto? He just leans against the wall, taking pictures and videos of the two people he loves most in the entire world.

Charles x reader x Carlos

It technically doesn't matter which way you put their names, this was always meant to happen. The idea I have for them is also the plot for a part 2 to this fic in which Charles allows Carlos to attend a demonstration of the app in person, which quickly leads to some hands-on experience

Charles x reader x Sebastian

The only idea I have for this is basically an extended version of this fic. Seb would have a field day ruining that innocent boy Ferrari poached from Alfa Romeo and I need a minute to compose myself.

If you need me, I'll be over here in a puddle 🫠

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How about a psg x the old guard where one fatal game injury shouldve ended not only the career but also the life of someone (you choose who) but ends up healing? No pressure im just extremely curious to know your take on the concept smsmmsms.

(Honestly I wasn’t planing on writing this, but it just sorta happened. So here you go lol) The old guard x psg crossover no one really wants

What’s Going On?

It almost as if time itself is standing still. Kylian can’t quite put the pieces together, can’t quite breathe through the shock.... the horror, because----

“Thiago!” The scream is wretched out of his throat like claws descending down his lungs. His voice is drowned within the ocean of terrified howls rising up all around him, but.... Kylian can’t hear them. He can’t see them, is unable to picture anyone else inside the frame of nightmare that is his captain lying so very still on the pitch.

He’s off before anyone can stop him. Crutches making him fumble and barely catch himself from falling flat on his face. “Thiago,” he constantly shouts; vision blurry and breath hitching every so often. “Thiago!”

His teammates have already made it there before he’s even half way down the pitch and by the time he comes to a stumbling halt near the circle of swarming panic, the medical staff have cleared their way into the middle; giving out instructions and asking for breathing room.

Kylian doesn’t care. He really really doesn’t care, because----

There is so much blood. 

When the goalkeeper crashed into Thiago and when.... when Thiago crashed into the post, there had been so much blood. So much and--- falling to his knees in a numbing haze, Kylian reaches out for his captain. Fingers barely grazing the skin of the other’s leg before he snatches his arm back, almost as if burnt.

Thiago is so very still. 

And there is so much blood.

Suddenly two arms come to circle around his waist, lifting him off the ground and away from Thiago’s figure. ‘No,’ he thinks, starting to struggle. ‘No!’

“Let me go!”

But then slowly, ever so slowly, the voice in his ear begins to register and he finds the fight in him draining away. “That’s it,” Neymar murmurs in his ear. “Just calm down Kylian. Calm down. Let the doctors do their job and he’ll be ok. Thiago will be ok.” He keeps repeating the same words over and over again, like a mantra. All the while steadying him against his chest and running a shaky hand up and down his arm.

Ney was clearly very much not ok himself and Kylian didn’t find any comfort within his hug. He felt only dread. But then--

The medics, frantic noises, shouts, screams.

“What the--,” shrugging out of Neymar’s arms, Kylian fumbled forward, confused as he observed a few of the newer staff back away slowly. ‘What was going on?’

But just as the thought crossed his mind, Thiago sat up. Blood still coating half his face and eyes still wide with fear, but he sat up. 

He didn’t flinch with pain, didn’t sway on the spot. He... he just sat there; confusion marring his eyes and shaking fingers coming up to touch the right side of his head.

When he dragged it over the wound, Kylian recoiled as if he was the one injured, but Thiago didn’t react. He just.... didn’t.

And Kylian suddenly understood why. Because.... there was nothing to react from.

It was only a second, only a glimpse of a moment that he got a full view of it, but when Thiago dragged his hand over the wound, it wasn’t there. His head was stitched together as if a new. As if he’d never hit the post, as if he’d never injured himself.

“How?” Kylian mutters, eyes staring directly at his captain; fear coiling in his stomach. “How did you do that?”

Thiago barely meets his eyes; mouth open to say something, anything... but the medics crowd him again and Kylian is pulled away. He’s pulled away by his friend and the rest of his teammates and.... he lets himself be dragged along. Because, ‘how,’ he wonders. ‘Did I just imagine it? Did it even happen?’

But it did, of course it did.

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And in the end it didn’t really matter in the grand scheme of things. The none existent wound, the worry, the fear in Thiago’s eyes, none of it mattered. Because--

“How is he gone?” he snaps, face an inch away from Thomas Tuchel. His manager trying and failing to calm him or the rest of the team down. “You said they took him to the hospital so how the hell is he gone!”

“We don’t know as of yet,” Tuchel mutters, placing a hand on his shoulder; Kylian really wants to slap it away but he doesn’t. “An unidentified woman came into his hospital room last night, and we believe she might have had a hand in his disappearance.”

“A woman? Who? Why--- who gave her access!”

Kylian isn’t doing well. Nothing makes sense to him right now. He doesn’t understand how something like this could happen to Thiago, to them.

He feels like he’s floating. His soul hovering above his body, not quite there, not quite attached to the conversation. 

What the hell was happening.

First Thiago’s life threatening injury poofed out of existence and now this! He was gone! Some random woman took him and no one in this God forsaken hospital knew where he was?

He doesn’t notice when his legs finally give out from underneath him, and it’s thanks to Thilo’s quick reaction that he doesn’t collapse to the ground in a heap of ungraceful mess.

“Easy there,” his friend mutters, but Kylian doesn’t want to take it easy. He just wants to fucking understand what the hell was happening. He just... But then Neymar’s fingers circle around his wrist and squeezes and he breathes.

He wasn’t alone in this. He wasn’t.... he wasn’t the only one freaking out about this. He wasn't the only one worried.

Thiago was missing sure, but he wouldn’t be missing for long. They would find him. They would find whoever took him and they would make sure their captain was ok. Yeah, they would would do that.

And then maybe their captain could tell them why he never told any of them he had freaking super powers!

The end

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