#modric x reader

[soccerwag]

If your taking requests could you write something with Luka Modric and fem reader

Luka in an interview talking about reader

Him and reader knowing eachother since they were kids and always teaming up when playing football against others. Maybe they started dating as teens and getting married young.

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Sorry it’s so late! I had began writing it earlier then accidentally swiped out of the tab and it deleted everything. Anyways I hope you like it!

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Summary: Modric was asked at an interview what his relationship status with you was leading him to call you and have you answer the question for him.

Warnings: none

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“So modric, the fans have noticed you’ve been hanging around a female a lot recently, could we possibly know who the lucky woman is? Or what your relationship status with her might be?” The interview asked. It slightly caught modric off guard only because he thought he had hid his outings with you quite well but apparently there is always at least one person watching. Nevertheless he smiled. He loved the thought of you. He loved you.

“Well she’s a special girl to me, we’ve been friends forever.” Modric said trying to move on from this question. He tried really hard to keep you and his relationship private. He didn’t want you to go through what he does with all the paparazzi and fans crowding him at every moment. He also didn’t want your life to be solely based on being with him. He wanted you to live as normal of a life as you could.

You and modric have hid it pretty well. You guys got married at 19 and had your first kid at 20. You both currently have 3 kids but nobody knows about them due to the fact modric avoids posting anything about them. You do of course because nobody knew who you were.

“Is she just a friend? Fans seem to think you guys were very close and touchy when they’ve seen you.” The interviewer poked more.

“Hold on one moment.” Modric said before pulling out his phone and dialing a number.

I was at home cooking for the two older kids while holding the baby in my free arm. She was nursing at the moment. Our three kids range from 17years and 2 weeks old, our middle child is 7. We have two boys and one girl. The youngest being the girl. While I was stirring the pasta I heard my phone buzzing.

“Hello?” I said, answering the phone without looking who it was.

“Hello gorgeous, what are you up to.” A familiar voice asked.

“Well currently trying to feed our ravenous boys while breastfeeding our little chica.” I told him.

“Well I’m in an interview right now and they’re curious about our relationship status and I thought you’d be a great candidate to tell the world.” He said slightly chuckling.

“You’re on speaker.” He told me and then went silent so I could respond.

Right when I was about to respond my 7 year old came running through the kitchen with a pair of his fathers boxers on his head and a blanket wrapped around his neck like a cape.

“WOOOHOOO CAPTAIN MODRIC TO THE RESCUE.” My seven year old son yelled. I would like to assume that everyone on the other end had heard that since I heard laughter coming from the other line.

“KARLITO TAKE YOUR FATHERS UNDERWEAR OFF YOUR HEAD AND STOP RUNNING AROUND THE KITCHEN!” I scolded him.

The second I heard my sons voice through the phone I burst out laughing. I knew there was no way of hiding them now. I laughed even harder when my beautiful wife yelled at him to take my underwear off his head.

“Sorry love, I’d love to answer the question for you but I have to go, my pasta is boiling over and out seven year old has a death wish.” Y/n explained before telling me goodbye and hanging up.

“Well then, that basically sums it all up.” I said looking straight at the interviewer.

“So you have a kid?” He asked, kinda shocked.

“Three in fact, two boys and one baby girl.” I said proudly. I was proud of the family I created.

“The so called mysterious woman all my fans see is in fact my wife, we’ve been married since we were 19.” I said, smiling at the memory of the day we got married. One of the best days of my life, besides the birth of my children.

“Well this is all very new but very great information.” The interviewer responded.

“I hope all my fans will support me as well as respect my relationship, I love my wife and kids and I’d never want anything to happen to them.”

“They’re my world.”

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hiiii!!! my name is liz🫶🫶 im a mexican american writer who lives in the good ol’ state of texas (👴🏻👴🏻) a instrument player and history lover alongside a passion of film and such😭 im a teenager (rlly dont wanna disclose my age here for personal reasons) and im js here to write and not much else😭 dont need to get TOOOO personal on here

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i write for pablo gavi, joao felix, lionel messi, cristiano ronaldo, kylian mbappe, luka modric, memo ochoa, kai havertz, carlos acevedo, sergios ramos, and more (i forgot💀)

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i write for batman, superman, booster gold (my man my man😍😍) wonder woman, green lantern, tim drake, dick grayson, jason todd, john constantine, blue beetle, starfire, zatanna zatara

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micheal jackson, micheal j fox, keanu reeves, jon bon jovi, cillian murphy, luis miguel, (lowkey anyone yall ask tbh😭😭) but honestly yall i write abt anything or anyone js ask and ill TRYYYY my best to do it cus… i be bored🙈🙈

what i DO write: fluff, angst, headcannons, some nsfw but not hardcore, somewhat dark, horror, anything. female/gender neutral reader (ill try my best for my boys frl but im not THAT good at it)

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heyyy okay so im going to req the same footballer again bc i just saw ur post asking to describe them a little. luka modric is so so sweet, he is very kind and what makes him attractive to me, is his accent which is a mix of a bunch of accents because he knows so many languages but it sounds more slavic than anything. he has a deep voice and goddamn does that knock me off my feet. He seriously is just the sweetest but when he gets angry he gets furious. I hope this helps a little more!

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[ichibunnysblog]

Posting fanfic ideas one old two new

Christian Pulisic x Reader

Chris is a descendent of the Benandanti who wants nothing to do with the old family traditions because football ⚽️ and reader is a white mage.

Last of Us AU (show or game) random footballers, whoever you think would survive and what they would be up to.

Christian Pulisic x Reader

The story of Eros and Psyche modern-day au

[lewisvinga]

osita | carlos sainz x reader!

summary; carlos and his love for his wife and his osita

fc; various girls from pinterest

warnings; none (?)

notes; requested! i loved writing this sm 🥹

masterlist !

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carlossainz55: st moritz con mi reina y mi osita 🧸💗 [with my queen and my little bear]

tagged; yourusername

yourusername; alma really loved playing in the snow with her papá, surprised she liked the cold!

carlossainz55: because she was always cuddled up with me or her mamá, she was always warm!

yourusername: thank you for taking us to see st moritz, we love you💗💗

carlossainz55: and i love my girls most❤️

username: girl dad carlos 😵‍💫

username: need someone who loves and appreciates me as much as carlos does with y/n😞😞😞

username: THE BEAR OUTFIT IM CRYING

username: y/n is her i fear

charles_leclerc: alma was the best part of the trip let’s be honest now

carlossainz55: always stealing the show with her chubby cheeks

carlossainz55 uploaded to their story!

[caption 1; osita wants to drive my ferrari 🤣] [caption 2; taking my girls out shopping ❤️] [caption 3; mi corazón y mi alma❤️‍🩹 (my heart and my alma/soul)]

yourusername uploaded to their story!

[caption 1; alma has him wrapped around her little finger!] [caption 2; guess who bought us matching chanel kellys🙈] [caption 3; papá making sure alma is a madridista, hala madrid!🤍]

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yourusername: life lately ❤️‍🩹

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carlossainz55: mis tesoros, los quiero a los dos ❤️❤️ [my treasures, i love you both]

yourusername: and we love you so much💗💗

username: putting this in my pinterest board

username: carlos is such a girl dad OMG

username: baby alma 🥹🥹🥹

username: still thinking abt madridista alma

yourusername: she’s a modric fan, she’s cool like that 💅

alexandrasaintmleux:oh alma what a cutie 🥹 i miss her!!!☹️

yourusername: she misses her tia alex too!

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carlossainz55: one year ago today, i stood by y/n’s side while she brought me one of the greatest things she could’ve ever given me. our dear almita turns one today and i couldn’t have asked for better. thank you, my y/n for bringing our angel to this world. feliz cumpleaños, mi osita. te quiero. 💗 [happy birthday, my little bear, i love you]

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yourusername: alma has the best papá truly 🥹

carlossainz55: and she has the best mamá!

yourusername: i can’t believe our alma is one, i couldn’t stop crying, she’s so big already!☹️

landonorris: you think you crying was bad???? carlos was SOBBING😭😭

carlossainz55: ok no need to air out my business like that 🙄

yourusername: yeah, amor, you were kinda sobbing in every picture 😕

carlossainz55: i can’t help it!! my princess just turned one 😞

username: carlos CRIED??

username: this is so sweet i’m gonna get diabetes

username: SHES SO CUTE

username: the fairy theme>>>

charles_leclerc: happy birthday, alma!!

alexandrasaintmleux: what a cutie, happy birthday, almita!💗

scuderiaferrari: happy 1st birthday to the princess of our garage! 👑❤️

[leclercloml]

Blaugrana Girl | PG8

pairing: pedri gonzalez x modric!reader

summary: barcelona's golden boy and La Liga's starboy, who've been single for a while and have finally started dating someone, and that someone turns out to be none other than the daughter of the famous midfielder of their biggest rival and the 2018 Ballon d'Or winner, Luka Modric.

genre: SMAU

warnings: google translated spanish and croatian, grammar mistakes i guess, incorrect match dates (to match the storyline)

author's note: I can't believe this is my first time doing a footballer fic even though football is my favourite sport alongside f1, anyways hope you guys like it

ynmodric

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ynmodric 🕶️🤍

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lukamodric10 moja prekrasna kćer 🤍 (my gorgeous daughter)

⤷ynmodric Hvala ti dad 🫶🏻 (thank you dad)

⤷username THE father and daughter duo.

toni.kr8s hermosa chica 😊🤍 (beautiful girl)

⤷ynmodric gracias, tío!! (thanks uncle)

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⤷username yeah the fact that her dad is a madrid legend but she's a culer makes it 10× funnier

⤷username she's a culer?

⤷username yupp, Luka said it himself in post match interview against barca "yeah we won, my daughter might be very sad, since she likes barcelona more"

username she's an icon, she's a legend and she is the moment.

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username her fashion sense tho>>>>

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⤷ynmodric no.

⤷rodrygogoes 😂🫵🏻

⤷username rodryyyy 😭😭😭

⤷username i love these three so much 😭

username wifey.

ynmodric

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yourinstagram no I still haven't forgave him for 2 goals against us but I guess he's kinda cool.

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judebellingham I have apologised 10 times already.

⤷ynmodric yes, and I do not forgive you, and that win was beginners luck

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username Jude x y/n 👀

⤷username say another word and I'll finna throw hands

username pedri you ain't slick with that like.

⤷username homeboy thinking he can pull her.

⤷username he's can tho-

⤷username he can but I don't think Jude will miss his chance

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username pedri liked.....

⤷username he likes all of her posts...and vice versa....

⤷username and she's a culer....

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⤷username Luka wouldn't like that

⤷username did he told you that?

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⤷username STRAIGHT to the point 💀

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username mother. (she's 19)

username y/n i would lick the floor you walk on.

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username beautiful!

pedri

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pedri força barça ye FUERZA TENERIFE!! 💪🏻💔🏝️

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pablogavi vamos hermano!! (Let's go brother!!)

⤷pedri Muchas gracias hermano ❤️. (Thank you so much bro)

⤷username brothers 😭😭🫶🏻🫶🏻

⤷username THE golden boys.

⤷username i love them your honour

_rl9 eras increíble pequeño (you were incredible little one)

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username pedri potter 🎩🪄

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username força pedri y fuerza tenerife!

adidas magician 🪄

⤷username adidas admin is just like us fr.

ynmodric incredible performance! praying for tenerife 🇮🇨❤️

⤷pedri muchas gracias y/n, realmente lo aprecio ❤️ (thank you so much y/n, i really appreciate it)

⤷username ajssvakdbsnkshdksdj yes yes yes

⤷username screaming!!!!!

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⤷username they'll be the power couple.

username y/n's comment is gonna make a lot of madristas mad 😭😭

⤷username who even cares about them.

username vamos pedri!!! Visca barca!

ynmodric

tenerife, canary islands, spain

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ynmodric no fire could ever burn the beauty of this place 🏝️

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username she's so beautiful wtf

username y/n adopt me please.

vinijr hope you're enjoying your vacation 🏝️

⤷ynmodric very much 🌚

⤷username excuse me? What's that emoji supposed to mean?

username canary islands?? TENERIFE??!!

⤷username what's wrong with canary islands?

⤷username nothing it's just she's in Tenerife!

⤷username yeah well then what's wrong with tenerife?

⤷username you're joking right? You do know who's from tenerife?

⤷username who?

⤷username pedri, the barca midfielder.

⤷username excuse me???!! WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK??

judebellingham spending summer alone? Might be boring af.

⤷ynmodric who said I was alone?

⤷username HELLO??? JUDE, VINI WHAT DO YOU BOTH KNOW?

⤷username WHOEVER is with MY wife, leave.

⤷username see I'm not trying to be delusional and all shit but whenever someone mention canaries or tenerife the only person i could think of is Pedri 😭

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username i always shipped them so.

⤷username me too 😭😭

username imagine pedri posting himself in canary islands after this

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pedri

tenerife, canary islands, spain

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pedri summer break 🏝️

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username I PREDICTED IT! NO ONE CAN SAY OTHER WISE.

⤷username predicted what?

⤷username go check y/n modric's post, her and pedri are spending summer vacation together !!!

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pablogavi I wonder when was the last time I saw that location on a post 🤔.

⤷pedri keep wondering.

⤷username under y/n's post!!!

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⤷username he liked!!!

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⤷username Jude punching the air rn

⤷username they were just friends.

⤷username pedri and y/n THE power couple

username if they ever had kids yk the midfield genes are gonna be crazy

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username this is MY roman empire

_ferminlopez looking good hermano 😉

⤷username HE KNOWS.

username this was not on my 2023 bingo card

⤷username same 😭

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username SO WE CAN SEE Y/N WEARING A BARCA JERSEY???

⤷username never

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ynmodric

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ynmodric it was supposed to be a surprise or soft launch or whatever but y'all are literal Sherlock Holmes, so here it is, the love of my life, the most precious thing to me, MY beautiful boyfriend, te amo bebe ❤️ (AND don't worry y'all dad approves)

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pedri was the last pic really necessary???

⤷ynmodric what? you look cute!!!

⤷vinijr you really do 😹

⤷username lmao 😭

⤷username divided by rivalry united by y/n

⤷username el clasico gonna be more fun now

pedri te amo mucho ❤️

⤷ynmodric te amo mucho también❤️

_ferminlopez we're not sherlock holmes, you both are just stupid.

⤷ynmodric OK rude.

⤷pablogavi he's right tho, you both made it so obvious 💀

⤷pedri go away, both of you.

⤷username I'M DYING 😭

⤷username i mean they're not wrong, they both made it so obvious

lukamodric10 where did you get that picture from???

⤷ynmodric I have my ways don't worry.

⤷username I'm speechless.

pedri mi mujer 🫶🏻 (my woman)

⤷ynmodric yours only 🤍

⤷rodrygogoes gross 🤢

⤷ynmodric go away hater.

fedevalverde hermoso 😍 (beautiful)

⤷ynmodric thank you fed, but why tf do you comment like a 30 year old aunt.

⤷fedvalverde I do not??

⤷username you do 😭

⤷username I'm sorry valverde but you do 😭😭

username LUKA'S PIC I'M DYING, SHE'S SO ICONIC 😭

⤷ynmodric I mean you guys were so worried about his reaction and all stuff so

⤷username AHHHHHH!!!! SHE REPLIED

⤷username you won 😭

username Y/N IS WEARING A BARCA JERSEY, IN A MATCH!!?? WHY DIDN'T ANY OF US SAW THIS BEFORE

⤷ynmodric I'm surprised you sherlock people didn't found out earlier, guess i outsmarted you all.

⤷username outsmarted us fr fr

username they're the IT couple

username pedri you better treat my woman right or else 🤺

⤷username stop you're embarrassing.

⤷username 💀💀💀

lukamodric10 sviđa mi se, dobar je dečko 🤍(I like him, he's a good guy)

⤷ynmodric zaista je vrlo simpatičan (he indeed is very likeable)

⤷judebellingham @/pedri you have the approval from big man

⤷pedri appreciate it 🤍

⤷username never in my 1000 year of life i would've thought that barca players and real madrid players would have this kind of interaction

⤷username me too girl me too

pedri te amo ❤️

⤷ynmodric Yo también te amo ❤️

pedri

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pedri my no. 1 fan aka the love of my life, te amo mucho ❤️

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ynmodric proud to be the no.1 of the most perfect boy known to mankind

⤷pedri hi this is fer, pedri just throw his phone across the wall and started sprinting in the entire house

⤷ynmodric help what 😭😭

⤷pedri not true!!!

⤷feeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrr he's blushing like a school girl

⤷ynmodric he do look very pretty with those pink tint on his cheeks

⤷feeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrr he died, dead.

⤷username this have to be the cutest most adorable-st and funniest reply chain I've ever read.

⤷username pedri is whipped 😭

pablogavi i had to watch you both make out infront of me to get that picture and in return i get no pic credits????

⤷pedri it's not about you.

⤷pablogavi it should be.

⤷ynmodric 📸; angry bird

⤷pablogavi I am not???!!!

⤷pedri you are

⤷ferrantorres you are

⤷_ferminlopez you are

⤷judebellingham you are

⤷vinijr you are

⤷username not Jude 😭😭😭

⤷username my man played 1 match against him and already looked devastated 😭

⤷username divide by rivalry united by yn and pedri

⤷username that rhymes 😭😭

username this is the most iconic thing ever happened after 18.12.22

ynmodric mi amorrrrr ❤️

⤷pedri ❤️❤️❤️

⤷username cutiesss 😭😭

ynmodric fuck it, imma pull a frenkie, 👵🏻❤️👴🏻

⤷pedri lmfao😭

⤷mikkykiemeny stop 😭😭

⤷frenkiedejong what's wrong with that emoji??!

⤷ynmodric absolutely NOTHING 🫶🏻!

⤷username she's so fucking iconic!!!

⤷username my favourite wags.

username they're literally the cutest and the best couple ever

username they're an absolutely icon

username do you want real love or do you just want what they have.... what's the difference actually??

username bro scoring on and off pitch

ynmodric Te amo mucho mi amor ❤️ (i love you so much my love)

⤷pedri Yo también te amo mucho mi amor❤️🫶🏻!!(I love you so much too mi amor)

⤷username GOD IT'S ME AGAIN

username they're the best fr

username i love them your honour.

[judeslove]

winners

pairing -jude bellingham x gn!reader genre - fluff, reader plays volleyball warnings - intended lowercase summary - this req

you took deep breaths as you scanned the audience, looking for a specific jude. your warm up was now done, and the game would begin in a few minutes.

“who are you looking for?” your friend asked, noticing your eyes.

“my boyfriend” you mumbled, focused in the process. then your eyes met his chocolate brown ones. he smiled at you sweetly. you noticed a couple of his teammates along with him. vinicius, camavinga, modric, you named them in your head.

you winked at him and went to your coach who had been calling for you. after your coach’s little speech, the whistle finally blew and you could hear the fans screaming.

—

the final whistle declared the end of the game. your team won, you even grabbing a few points. after congratulating everyone, you finally made your way to the tunnel.

when you looked up, you saw your lovely boyfriend scrolling through his phone, waiting for you.

“hey baby” you called out for him. when he heard your voice his head whipped your way and a smile crept onto his face.

he greeted you with a hug and a peck on top of your head. “m’so proud of you” he mumbled against your hair while having his hands wrapped around you.

you answered him with a quick peck on the lips. “shall we go now? i’m really hungry” you whined while clinging onto his arm.

he just giggled at your antics, making your way out of the building.

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[soccerwag]

𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙤𝙤

🅂🅄🄼🄼🄰🅁🅈 : Modric and you have been dating since you and his early twenties, you guys met through your job of being a hairstylist. He had brought his daughter from a previous relationship in to get her hair cut for a daddy daughter dance happening at her school. He was mesmerized by you the second he saw you, he loved your tattoos and the way you looked doing your job. You guys started dating after a month of talking and got married 3 years after and had two more kids after that. Ever since then you made it a goal to attend every game he played.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: none just fluff!

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“MODRIC!” I yelled for him. He was currently getting ready to leave for his big game today. I needed his opinion on something before he left because I wanted our daughters to look the cutest. I couldn’t decide between braiding their hair or putting it up in to pig tails.

“Yes honey?” He said walking into the same room as me.

“What hairstyle should I do for the girls I can’t decide so I wanted your opinion. It either pig tails or braids.” I explained, looking at him with pleading eyes. I was super stressed and tired because I had already had a long day at work. I had worked with a lot of bitchy people today and I honestly was so ready for bed but I promised modric I’d always be at his games, supporting him in the stands with our kids.

“I say go with braids and I think it’d be cute if you braided ribbons with my team’s colors into the braids.” He answered with the biggest smile ever.

I smiled back at him. I thought that idea was a great idea and so that’s what I did while modric finished getting ready. I finished two out of our three daughters hair before modric came in and kissed us all goodbye.

“I’ll see you all at my game today my loves, I love you guys.” He said before leaving.

Now I had to struggle with our last daughter, the two year old. She always puts up a fight when it comes to hair because she hates sitting still.

“Alora sit still please mommy is almost done.” I said in a soft yet stern voice. She listened and I finally finished.

I got them all dressed in their dad’s jersey before getting them all in the car. The traffic was so bad today I was worried we were going to miss half the game. I started stressing and my oldest daughter caught it.

“Mom it’s going to be ok we’ll make it I promise.” She said trying to calm me down. I looked at her through the mirror and gave her a soft smile.

“Thank you darling.” I said with a loving tone.

She was right, we made it in time and I got us all out before walking in. I had a headache now and if I didn’t have my oldest daughter here I think we would’ve never found the other wags.

We all sat down right as the game began. When half time came I got up to go get the kids a snack. After I came back the game was about to start again. I fed the kids and my toddler fell asleep. She was long due for her nap so I wasn’t surprised.

The game ended, us winning 3-1. I was so proud of him. I grabbed the girls and walked onto the field to congratulate their dad.

He ran up to us and gave us all a big hug. Words can’t begin to explain how proud I was of him.

“I’m so proud of you honey.” I said giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“You did so well.” I complimented him.

“Thank you love, I tried so hard for you guys and I’m glad you loved it.” He said kissing all of us on the head.

“I love you so much.” He said.

“I love you too, like a tattoo, I will love you forever.” I said before giving him a passionate kiss.

[extranenas]

soccer masterlist

luka modric

the final of 2018 p1 | p2 coming soon…

lionel messi

coming soon…

cristiano ronaldo

coming soon…

kylian mbappe

miss let down

no lies

pablo gavi

coming soon…

[u6is]

"leave me with nothin' when i come down, my kinda love."

warnings: unprotected sex, slut-shaming

— aurélien tchouaméni x reader: smut

The Santiago Bernabéu Stadium hummed with a low buzz of activity as the final whistle echoed through its vast corridors. Players and fans alike dispersed, their spirits either soaring or bruised by the day's match. Amid the chaos, a solitary figure emerged from the tunnel, towel draped around his neck, sweat glistening on his forehead.

Aurélien Tchouaméni, the midfielder whose performance had just earned him the title of 'man of the match'.

As a seasoned sports journalist, you approached Aurélien with a mix of excitement and professionalism. The air had the scent of freshly cut grass and the faint tang of sweat.

His eyes met yours, a combination of exhaustion and exhilaration dancing in their depths. You extended a hand, a smile playing on your lips.

"Aurélien, congratulations on an incredible game," you began.

He nodded, returning the smile, and took a moment to catch his breath. "Thank you," he said, his voice a deep rumble.

The first question came to mind, as you knew the audience was eager to understand the mindset behind his stellar performance. "How does it feel to be named 'man of the match' in such a high-pressure game?" Aurélien paused, considering his words. His chest rose and fell with each deep breath, the rhythm of his thoughts. "It's an honor, but honestly, I'm just happy we won," he said, his eyes scanning the now-emptying stands. "The team's victory is what truly matters." His humility was palpable, a stark contrast to the adrenaline still coursing through his veins.

You pressed on, eager to get beneath the surface of this stoic athlete. "Your chemistry with Modric on the field today was undeniable. How do you prepare for such a high-stakes partnership?" He chuckled, a sound that was surprisingly warm. "We've played together for a while now. We understand each other's strengths and weaknesses. It's all about communication and trust. We train hard, but the real magic happens in moments like these." His words were measured, a clear indication of his focus and dedication to the sport.

The corridor grew quieter as the last of the team's entourage disappeared into the locker room. Aurélien's eyes narrowed slightly as he thought back over the game. "What was the turning point for you today?" you asked, your voice gentle but insistent. His gaze snapped back to you, and a momentary flash of intensity ignited his expression. "The second half. We went in knowing we had to give it our all, and we did." The raw emotion in his voice sent a shiver down your spine. It was clear that this win was more than just three points on the board; it was a declaration of intent, a promise of greatness.

You sensed the depth of his passion for the game, the way his eyes lit up when he talked about his teammates and the strategies they'd employed. "What do you think sets Real Madrid apart from the rest of the teams in La Liga?" Aurélien took a moment, his gaze drifting to the gleaming trophies lined up in the distance. "Our history," he murmured, almost to himself. "But more than that, it's the spirit. We fight for every inch of the pitch, every minute of the game. That's what makes us Madrid." His words hung in the air, heavy with the pride that came from donning the famous white jersey.

As the interview drew to a close, you thanked Aurélien for his time, and he nodded in acknowledgment before disappearing into the locker room. His words lingered in the air, a testament to his commitment and drive. You couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for the young man, who had so gracefully shouldered the weight of his team's expectations and emerged victorious.

—

You didn't know where this was heading, you tried to remember how it started, but it was a blur. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest. But for now, you were living in the moment, letting the rush of adrenaline from the game and the allure of the star player sweep you away.

You slid down the seat, his hand guiding you as you took him in your mouth, feeling him tense with pleasure. His fingers tangled in your hair as you worked.

The sounds of his labored breathing filled the car, a symphony of desire that only grew louder as you continued. You could feel the power dynamics shift, the journalist and the athlete now intertwined in a dance of passion.

"Suck it," he whispered, his voice thick with need. It was a command that sent a thrill through you, a stark reminder of the raw masculinity that had just dominated the field. You obeyed, taking him into your mouth, the taste of him both new and exhilarating. His hands found their way to your head, guiding you with a gentle firmness that spoke of his confidence and experience.

You felt the muscles in his thighs tense as you took him deeper, his breathing growing ragged. The car's confines felt suddenly smaller, the air heavy with the scent of desire and sweat. Each stroke of your tongue was met with a soft groan, each pull of your lips echoed by a quiver in his body.

His hand moved from the back of your neck to the side of your face, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw with a tenderness that surprised you. It was as if he was savoring every moment, every sensation, his eyes closed tightly as he surrendered to the pleasure you were giving him.

A sense of control that was as intoxicating as the heady scent of victory that clung to him. His body was a canvas of muscles and sinew, each contour speaking to the countless hours he'd spent honing his skills, pushing his body to its limits. And here you were, bringing him to the brink of a different kind of ecstasy.

As Aurélien's breathing grew more erratic, you could feel the tension coiling tighter within him, ready to snap at any moment. You paused, looking up at him through half-lidded eyes, watching the play of emotions across his handsome face. He opened his eyes, and for a second, you saw a vulnerability there, a glimpse of the man beneath the legend. He met your gaze, his pupils dilated with desire, and you knew he was yours to command.

"Look at you," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "Instead of interviewing the other players, you're on your knees, choking on my cock. What a slut." His words were a challenge, a taunt that sent a jolt of arousal through you. You didn't miss a beat, taking him back into your mouth with renewed fervour, letting him feel your teeth graze the sensitive skin.

The words hung in the air, a testament to the unspoken power dynamics that had shifted between you. You were no longer just a journalist eager for a story; you were the object of his desire, the one who could bring him pleasure beyond the cheers of the crowd.

His grip on your hair tightened, guiding you with a roughness that made your knees tremble. You took his length deeper, feeling the pressure build in your throat. Each guttural sound that escaped him was a symphony of dominance, a declaration of his control over your body. Your cheeks hollowed with the effort, and your eyes watered slightly, but you didn't stop. You were driven by the thrill of it all, the raw sexual tension that had built up like the pressure before a storm.

"Good girl," he praised, the words dripping with satisfaction. "You're going to make me cum all over your pretty face." His voice was gruff, his accent thick with the promise of pleasure and power. You moaned around him, the vibrations sending a shiver through his body.

You reached up with one hand, tracing the contours of his abs, feeling the muscles clench and release as he fought for control. His chest heaved with each breath, his skin slick with sweat. The air in the car was thick with the scent of lust, the windows fogging slightly with the heat of your combined passion. The lights outside the car played over his body, casting shadows and highlights that made him look like a sculpture come to life.

Aurélien's hand tightened in your hair, pulling you closer, his hips rocking in time with your movements. You could feel his orgasm approaching, the pulsing of his cock against your tongue, the erratic jerks of his body.

Each time he called you a slut, you felt your desire spike, your pussy growing wetter, begging for his attention.

"Get in the backseat," he commanded, his tone firm.

You didn't hesitate, releasing him from your mouth with a pop and sliding out of the seat. The leather was cold against your skin as you made your way to the backseat.

He followed immediately, the door closing with a soft click, leaving them alone in the dim light of the car's interior.

Feeling the coolness of the leather on your thighs as you straddled him. Aurélien's eyes never left yours, the hunger in them setting your blood on fire. You felt his fingers trace the outline of your cunt through the thin material of your panties, the fabric already damp with anticipation.

"Please, Aurélien...." you pants.

With a swift movement, he pulled the fabric aside, his touch surprisingly gentle as he found your clit. His fingers circled the sensitive bud, the pressure increasing with every rotation. You gasped, your breath hitching in your throat as a wave of pleasure rolled through you. He watched you, studying your reactions, learning what made you squirm and what made you moan.

His gaze never left yours as he dipped a finger inside you, feeling your slick warmth. You bit your bottom lip, trying to contain the sounds that threatened to spill out. He added another finger, curling them in a way that made your toes curl.

You leaned back, as he stroked you with an expert touch, his thumb circling your clit in time with the pumping of his fingers. Each movement was calculated, precise, as if he'd studied the art of giving pleasure and knew exactly how to make you lose control.

He watched your face, reading every twitch and gasp as he explored your body, his eyes dark with need.

"You're so wet," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down your spine. "Do you want this as much as I do?"

Without waiting for a reply, Aurélien leaned in and captured your mouth in a kiss that was as fierce as it was tender. His tongue danced with yours, the taste of victory mingling with the sweetness of your lip gloss. His other hand found its way under your dress, cupping your breast with a confidence that was as thrilling as it was surprising. His thumb flicked over your nipple, and you felt it harden beneath the lace of your bra.

His fingers continued their exploration, sliding into the warm, wet heat of your pussy. You gasped against his mouth, the sensation overwhelming. He watched you, his eyes dark with desire as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, his thumb still circling your clit.

You could feel yourself building, the tension coiling tighter with every stroke. His hand was a masterpiece of control and passion, bringing you closer and closer to the edge with each movement.

You moaned into his mouth, the sound muffled by his lips. His fingers moved faster, the pressure increasing, driving you wild.

His thighs beneath you was slick with your juices, a testament to the desire he'd drawn out of you.

His erection springing free. It was thick and heavy, the head glistening with precum.

With a low growl, he positioned himself at your entrance and thrust up inside you. The sensation was like nothing you'd ever felt before - a perfect mix of pain and pleasure as he filled you completely. You threw your head back, a moan escaping your lips. The car rocked slightly with each thrust, the leather seats creaking in protest.

You could feel your orgasm building with every stroke, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside you. The pain only heightened your pleasure. His hands were everywhere, gripping your hips, squeezing your breasts, his fingers leaving bruises on your skin.

But as the waves of pleasure grew stronger, a nagging thought surfaced.

"No condom?" you gasped, pulling away from the kiss to look at him, your eyes wide with panic. Aurélien's expression didn't change, his eyes still filled with lust, his hand never stopping its relentless pace.

He smirked, his voice low and seductive. "I don't fuck with condoms," he said, his accent thickening with desire. "I want to feel all of you." The words sent a jolt through you, a mix of fear and excitement. You'd always been careful, but the heat of the moment and the power he exuded had overridden your common sense.

You tried to protest, but the words died in your throat as he began to move again, his cock sliding in and out of you with an ease that was almost terrifying. Each thrust brought you closer to the edge, the pleasure clouding your judgment. You could feel your walls tightening around him, your body begging for release despite the risks.

The realization that he was bare inside you sent a jolt of fear through your veins, but the desire was too strong, too all-consuming. You tried to focus on the sensation, the feeling of him stretching you, filling you so completely. It was like nothing you'd ever experienced, and in that moment, you didn't care about the consequences.

He could see the indecision in your eyes, and his own took on a predatory glint. "You want me to stop?" he whispered, his voice a teasing challenge. You bit your lip, torn between the voice of reason screaming in your head and the need pulsing in your core. He didn't wait for an answer, instead picking up the pace, his cock driving up into you harder, faster.

The pleasure was unbearable, the risk adding a thrilling edge that you'd never experienced before. You moaned, unable to form coherent words, your body responding to his primal claiming. His thumb found your clit again, pressing down with just the right amount of pressure to send you hurtling over the edge.

The orgasm washed over you like a tidal wave, your body convulsing around his thick cock. You could feel him swell inside you, his own climax approaching. The realization that he was going to cum inside you, without any barrier, was both terrifying and exhilarating.

As your body continued to spasm with pleasure, Aurélien's hand tightened on your hip, his grip almost painful. He stared into your eyes, his own dark with desire. "I'm going to fill you up," he murmured, the words a promise that sent a shiver down your spine.

The realization that he was going to cum inside you, bare, washed over you in a mix of terror and excitement. You'd never been so reckless before, but something about the raw power of the moment had obliterated your usual caution. You felt a strange thrill at the thought of being claimed by this man.

You tightened around him, your cunt milking his cock as he drove into you with increasing ferocity.

The sensation of his cock filling you, the warmth of his cum spilling inside, was unlike anything you'd ever felt before. It was primal, a raw assertion of his power over you that resonated in every fiber of your being. Your body convulsed around him as he emptied himself into you, his own moans of pleasure echoing in the confines of the car.

As the waves of your orgasm subsided, Aurélien leaned back, his chest heaving. His eyes searched yours, looking for something you couldn't quite put your finger on.

He reached for a towel that had been discarded on the floor, using it to clean himself up before handing it to you. The gesture was surprisingly considerate, given the intensity of what had just transpired. You took it gratefully, wiping away the evidence of your shared passion from your skin. The fabric was rough against your sensitive flesh, a stark contrast to the gentle touch of his fingers moments before.

"It was just the heat of the moment,"

His voice still heavy with breathlessness. His eyes searched yours, looking for understanding or perhaps regret.

You nodded, trying to readjust your dress and your dignity simultaneously. The leather seat was sticky with sweat and sex, a stark contrast to the luxurious material. "I know," you murmured, your voice a little shaky. But you didn't know if you truly believed it. You'd just experienced a connection that transcended the pages of your notebook and the recorder in your hand.

Aurélien zipped up his pants, his eyes avoiding yours as he did so. "It's just..." he trailed off, searching for the right words. "It's just one of those things that happens sometimes. After a big game, you know?" He offered you a weak smile, one that didn't quite reach his eyes.

You nodded, swiping a strand of hair from your face, feeling the sticky sweat that had formed at your neck. "Yeah," you murmured, trying to keep your voice steady. "It was... intense." Inside, your thoughts were racing.

How could something so incredible, so all-consuming, be relegated to a 'just one of those things'?

Aurélien leaned back in his seat, his hand still resting on your thigh. "It's the adrenaline," he said, his voice a little hoarse. "It does funny things to people." He offered you a small smile, but there was something in his eyes that you couldn't quite place. Was it regret? Relief? You weren't sure.

You nodded, trying to keep your voice even. "Yeah, I get it. The high of victory and all that." You felt a twinge of disappointment, but you'd be damned if you let it show.

This was Aurélien Tchouaméni, after all. You were the one who was supposed to be starstruck, not the other way around.

He reached for his water bottle, taking a long pull before speaking again. "It's not that I didn't enjoy it," he said, his eyes meeting yours in the rearview mirror. "It's just... I can't do this again. I'm sorry." The apology was sincere, but the finality in his tone was unmistakable.

You nodded, trying to ignore the way your heart sank. "It's fine," you said, your voice a little too bright. "It's not like I was expecting anything." You forced a laugh, hoping it sounded more convincing than it felt. "I've had my fair share of one-night stands. I get it."

The silence that fell between you was deafening, the only sound the steady beat of your heart in your chest. The air was thick with the scent of sex and the unspoken words that hung heavy on your tongues.

You took a deep breath, willing your body to calm down from the whirlwind of emotions and sensations that still lingered. You had to get out of the car, back into the real world where journalists didn't have sex with their interview subjects. Your legs felt like jelly, your mind racing with what had just happened.

You climbed out of the car, the cool night air hitting your skin like a slap in the face. As Aurélien drove away, the taste of him was still on your lips, the scent of his sweat and cum lingering on your skin. You took a deep breath, trying to shake off the feeling of emptiness that had settled in your chest.

part 2

i know this was rushed, so i apologize, anon 😊

note: please, please use protection lmao

[wavypotatochips]

Hi! Can I request one for Sergio Ramos where reader is a culé. Because I am a culé but this man is so fine 😭😭 (thank you ❤️❤️❤️)

Culé | 𝙎𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙞𝙤 𝙍𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙨

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Sergio Ramos x Female Reader

Word Count :

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 : You are attending a Real Madrid vs Barcelona match.

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: Thanks so much for clarifying everything to me before hand c: Thank you so much for requesting!! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

[ TRANSLATOR IS USED SO DIRECT TRANSLATION MAY NOT BE CORRECT ]

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ REQUESTS ARE OPEN, currently covered in college work so as of now uploads MAY mainly be on weekends. Thank you for your patience c’: ♥

For those who do not know, Culé is a Barcelona fan

You and Sergio have been dating for a while now, and while you love him dearly, there's one small problem: you're a die-hard Barcelona fan, and he plays for their arch-rivals, Real Madrid. 

The latest El Clasico game was coming up, and you were excited but also a little nervous. You knew it was going to be a tense match, and you didn't want to let your competitive spirit get in the way of your relationship.

The day of the match arrived, and as usual Sergio had to get up early to prepare. You wished him good luck and said you'd be rooting for him and Real Madrid, but both of you knew you were lying. Sergio did not mind that you were a Barcelona fan, but of course when he is wearing his Real Madrid jersey he always playfully bugs you with how he is gonna beat them, just for you two to get into a playful argument. As the much-anticipated match between the two teams approached, you couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The players took to the field, and the camera panned to the VIP section where the WAGs were seated. It zoomed in on you as you playfully teased with your Barcelona jersey and stuck your tongue out, the scene broadcasted on the massive screens throughout the stadium. The camera then focused on Sergio's face, who was on the field, laughing and shaking his head. Although you supported opposing teams, Sergio never felt ashamed of your choices, and you both refused to let social media judgment affect your relationship.

As the game began, you wore your Messi jersey and prepared to cheer your team on. You were glued to your seat, watching as the two teams battled it out on the field, each vying for an advantage. Sergio was playing in midfield, and you could see him tirelessly running back and forth, determined to help his team. You were screaming and hollering, completely invested in the game. Although you were cheering for Real Madrid, you couldn't help but yell threatening words towards anyone who tried to hurt Sergio, as if they could hear you over the deafening crowd. Despite your allegiance to Real Madrid, your love for Sergio and your concern for his safety superseded everything else.

In the 14th minute, Real Madrid scored the first goal, with a beautiful goal by Benzema. You groan in frustration, while Sergio jumps up and down, his teammates congratulating him on the assist.The rest of the first half is a tense affair, with Barcelona struggling to find their footing. Real Madrid, on the other hand, looks in control, and it's no surprise when they score their second goal just before the halftime whistle. You could feel the tension building in the stadium, with the Real Madrid fans jubilant and the Barcelona fans deflated.

At halftime, you take a deep breath and try to calm your nerves. “Sergio why do you have to be such a good DEFENDER!,” you groan.

But you're not ready to give up just yet. Barcelona is known for their comeback victories, and you're hoping they can turn things around in the second half. 

Unfortunately, it's not to be. Real Madrid comes out even stronger, with another goal from Benzema in the 52nd minute, followed by a stunning strike from Modric in the 68th minute. Barcelona can't seem to catch a break, with their passes going awry and their shots missing the mark. When the final whistle blows, the score is 4-0 in favor of Real Madrid. 

After the intense game came to a close, you waited anxiously outside the players' locker room. Your heart was pounding with excitement, waiting to see Sergio. Moments later, he emerged from the room, his face flushed and covered in sweat. Your eyes locked, and a huge grin broke out across his face. Without wasting any time, Sergio pulled off his jersey, revealing his toned, glistening muscles, before enveloping you in a tight embrace. You squealed in delight, feeling his damp sweatshirt stick to your skin. "You need to shower, you stink!" you teased. Sergio grinned, "Embrace the smell of a winner," he joked. You rolled your eyes, "No quiero escucharlo(I don't want to hear it.)"

Despite the sweat, the closeness felt intimate and cozy, and Sergio's embrace was comforting. You looked up at him, and he leaned down to kiss you. The warmth of his lips sent shivers down your spine, and you eagerly returned the kiss. Breaking the embrace, you take a step back, and look at him with admiration. "Although you did play great tonight, baby," you say, smiling. Sergio beams with pride," Wanna prove how much you love me?" he asks playfully , holding the jersey that was still in his hands out for you to take. Your face scrunches up in disgust, "Eww, de ninguna manera! (Eww, no way!)" you exclaim. Sergio laughs, "si manera (Yes way)," winking at you.

Feeling playful, you snatched the jersey from him, and held it at arm's length, making a face. Sergio chuckled, "Sabes que lo amas en secreto (You know you secretly love it)," he teases. You roll your eyes, "En tus sueños, cariño(In your dreams, honey)."

The next thing you know, you're leaving the stadium wearing his sweaty jersey.…. Or as he would say, the winner's jersey.

[mssixlz]

BELONG TO ME||FERMIN X MALE READER

Summary: Fermin your arch nemesis.. likes you?

Fic type: Smut||Enemies to lovers|| Male reader.

M/R= male reader

REMINDER: THIS IS NOT PROOF READ!

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Today. Was the El Classico.

Every Madrid player excited, worried, and scared.

I put on my Jersey and I catch up with everyone. We hop onto the travel bus and we make our way to the Barcelona stadium. I hope that we will win today.. but you never know.

Everyone gets off the bus and we head our way in. And I see the person who I hate most. Fermin Lopez

He gives me a smirk and gives me a stern look. I try so hard not to flip him off because he is such a dick. Luckily, Vini pulled me away and we go into the locker room.

Everyone puts there stuff down and there is some time to kill before the match. Some go out to wonder and some just stay in the locker room.

I decided to go get some water from the water boy. As I walk out I see Fermin there drinking some water. I quickly go to the water boy but ofcourse Fermin has to step in.

Fermin:”Are you ready to lose?”

M/R:”Yeah sure, you act like we haven’t kicked your guys asses so much.”

Fermin:”This time it’s different we have a better team”

M/R:”Yeah right.”

I push my way through Fermin and he pushes me back. I grab a water bottle and I head my way back but he trips me and I fall.

M/R:”What the fuck man!”

Fermin:”Oops!”

I look at him and he smirks. I’m done.

I get up and I push him and he pushes me back. I punch him and he punches me back. Then it turns into a scuffle. Then Vini and Ferran come rushing in and stops us.

I spit on Fermin and Vini pulls me away into the locker room. The manager starts lecturing me but I don’t care, he got what he deserved.

(Fermin)

Fermin:”I fucking hate that guy!”

Ferran:”He’s annoying isn’t he?”

Fermin:”the next time I see him he will regret it.”

Ferran:”Don’t worry about it”

Ferran rubs my shoulder and I sigh in relief

(M/R)

We all line up in the open area and there is a a lot of tension. I look at Fermin and he looks at me and I notice that he has a cut on the side of his cheek.

Everyone goes up a little bit and it gets to a point where me and Fermin are standing next to eachother.

Even if Fermin was being a dick I should still apologize for the cut on his cheek.

M/R:”Hey I’m sorry that we fought, and I’m sorry for that cut on your cheek. It won’t happen again.”

Fermins eyes open and he looks sincere.

Fermin:”It’s okay, don’t worry about it and I’m sorry for being a dick.”

We both shake hands and we all get on the field

After doing each teams anthem, the game starts.

23RD MINUTE|| 0-0

Modric passes the ball to me and I start to run towards barcelonas goal. I keep running and I’m almost there but.

Someone kicks my leg and I fall to the ground.

The crowd goes silent.

a couple minutes go by and I wake up on the field. Everyone sighs in relief and I get up to see Fermin yelling at Ferran.

Fermin:”WHY THE FUCK DID U KICK HIS LEG LIKE THAT, ARE YOU DUMB?”

Ferran is silent.

fermin:”YOU THINK JUST BECAUSE WE DONT LIKE EACHOTHER YOU THINK THAT MEANS YOU CAN HURT HIM?”

a medic helps me get off the field and I look back as Fermin is still yelling.

THE GAME ENDS|| 1-1|| TIE.

the medic let’s me leave the room and by the time I leave everyone has left by now. I go to the locker room to get my stuff and I sigh in disappointment.

As I’m getting my stuff I feel a presence behind me and it’s Fermin.

Fermin:”Hey are you okay?”

M/R:”Are you serious? You got fucking Ferran to attack me?”

Fermin:”I didn’t tell him too, he just did it. I’m sorry”

I push Fermin into the locker and I get mad

M/R:”YEAH YEAH.”

Fermin grabs my collar and we staff to struggle.

Fermin pins me against the wall and we stop fighting.

I look into his eyes and I get.. flustered. We both stare into each others eyes and we.. we kiss eachother.

(SMUT)

Me and Fermin are kissing each other. And it gets intense. We start kissing a lot and Fermin starts kissing my neck giving me hickeys.

the locker room was not a good place to make out so I grab his wrist and we go into the shower room.

We start kissing more and we start to strip eachother.

I take off fermins shorts and I his dick flings out.

Fermin:”H-Hey..”

I grab fermins dick and I start sucking it. Fermins head rolls back and I keep sucking more. His dick is so large that it starts to hit the back of my throat almost making me choke.

Fermin starts to fuck my face and I start rubbing my dick.

I start to suck it more and I can feel as Fermins dick gets tense. He is about to cum

Fermin:”S-stop wait I’m going to-“

I suck so fast that Fermin cum shots into my mouth. I swallow.

i get up and I position myself where he fucks me.

Fermin:”Are you sure?”

M/R:”Just do it.”

Fermin spits into my hole and he shoves his cock into me. I hold my breathe and damn it feels so good.

Fermin starts thrusting in me back and forth. His dick hitting good spots and making me moan and groan.

Fermins head is back and his eyes are rolling and he is groaning in pleasure.

He picks up the paste and he is fucking me so fast and rough that I most so loud it rings around the room.

Fermin fucks me and fucks me and he climaxes in me. Leaving my hole filled up with his cum.

He pulls out and we both sign in relief.. and pleasure.

Fermin pins me against the wall and starts kissing me.

We both make out for a bit and we stop.

after some time we both get clean and clothed. We leave the stadium and Fermin drives me to my house.

While he is driving me he is holding my hand and my legs are shivering after that sex.

As he gets there he opens the door for me and he walks me up to my house.

Fermin:”Hey does this mean that..”

M/R:”let’s just keep it a secret.”

Fermin:”Yeah yeah.”

I kiss Fermin passionately and he holds onto my waist. I decided.. why not to have more fun while we still have time?

He grab Fermins wrist and I bring him into my house and I close the door. He belongs to me.

(THE END.)

AN: Hey y’all!! This is my first fic and I hope y’all like it 😓😓 if you want more make sure to fill out a request!!

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[old-lorarri]

hiiii! i wanted to congratulate you on 4k and request a "─ lost cause . . . ❨ send me a description of yourself + a fandom and gender preference, and i’ll ship you with a character. ❩" for real madrid (mens team)

im not sure if you do football teams in specific, and if you dont im sorry but i saw you do a few football related posts and so why not

im a 20 year old american girl studying in university. im from the city (and a city girl deep down) but moved to a small town for my high school. im into a lot of things, skincare, fashion, doing nails, formula one, watching movies, music (tswift mostly but lots of r&b and latin music too), reading, writing, but especially football (or soccer!) im a rma fan (obvi), and ive been one since the sergio ramos (my man if he wasnt old and married <3) x luka modric day

i hope to be an author/actress/screenwriter/director, something of a mix of those three! ive always been into making stories and writing scripts, and i think itd be fun to cast myself in a movie i made! my main idol in the film industry is definitely greta gerwig because she can't write a bad movie.

for appearence im a mostly pale white chick who thrives to be tan all the time. i have blue eyes, a heart shaped face, good cheekbones a high hairline, and brown hair. i could be a model if i wasnt 5'4 im convinced, but only high fashion cause my look is kinda alien. i like to do my makeup and nails (ive gotten prtty good at gel manis!) in minimalist ways, ex. no makeup makeup and nuetral colors. i want to be clean girl but i just dress however i want. for fashion i really like baggy pants/jeans, mini skirts, sweatpants (its the american in me), tight tops, baggy graphic tees, cool hoodies, crewnecks, and lots of accesories. if i had more money id be so fashionable.

a few random things are, i love summer, swimming, and fruits. i cant do a small town because in the city theres just so much better food, clothes, and more stuff to do. i want to learn more languages, and visit lots of countries

VINI JR

obvi since you are a madrid fan

both of you are fan's of rnb

let's you do his nails from time to time

sings taylor swift songs with you

buys you a penthouse in the city

kinda jealous of ramos and luka cuz of how much you love them

is your proof reader of all of your scripts

loves your natural look

fashion icons

buys you everything u want without you even needing to says it

shows you his home country

and takes you all around the world

[lukawodric]

sound on – (one shot)

luka modrić x reader warnings: smut (gosh, you’re all dragging me to hell with you).  words: 1.726 a/n: probably the dirtiest thing i’ve ever written after almost is never enough. let me know if you like it or if there’s anything wrong with spelling and etc. enjoy, you dirty people.

After some time together, you both knew by heart exactly how the other one used to act. All the manias, all the things you liked and disliked and even the way you could act in front of unexpected situations. The end of classic sentences, the favourite food, the favourite places to visit… It’s cozy and comfortable to be with someone who can see right through you like Luka does. When you arrived home after a dinner with the whole team, you both just lied down on your bed to watch something on Netflix. You had your head restfully placed on his chest as his hand went up from your back to caress your hair. Running your fingers on his torso lazily, you started thinking to yourself that, when it comes to sex, he’s usually very quiet. More than you’d like him to be. Luka is the focused type of person who can’t just let go of this specific characteristic. Not even in bed. Everything has to follow the script on his head so he can please the both of you like his imagination tells him to do. A smirk appeared on your lips as your head moved up a little to see him attentively studying every single frame of the series on the TV. Tonight, you had decided that you’d show him something he’d never expect. The bond between you two, this time, wouldn’t tell him what you were up to. What Luka does to you, the way he satisfies you… all of these things are priceless. He gets you shaking and he reaches the exact right spots. It’s like he could read your body like a map. But this time, you’d return it to him twice as better and most important: you’d make him finally leave his silence aside. Luka glanced back at you and showed you that sweet smile of his. “¿Qué pasa?” His adorable accent sounded like music to your ears, almost making you give up on your dirty thoughts. “Nothing, bub,” You answered him, supporting your cheek on his skin. “Just wanted to admire you for a bit.” Blinking, he smiled even more in response as you kissed the spot where you chin was before. Your lips traveled up, covering his chest with warm and wet smackers and a few goosebumps dared to show up and warn you about the effect you were causing on him. You were now peppering kisses along his neck, licking your lips after each touch to provide him the same good sensation unstoppably. Luka fluttered his eyes shut and took a deeper breath, holding the back of your head lightly and fixing his hair away from his face with his free hand. When you reached his stubble, he licked his lips and waited for yours to catch them, initiating an intense but slow kiss as your tongues touched with caution and took their time to taste and explore each other. You started making your way back down as he threatened to flip you under him. Immediately, you moved up, grabbed both his arms and forced him to cross them above his head. Confused, Luka rested his head on his crossed arms and glared at your face, looking for a reason. You unclasped your bra and threw it somewhere, clinging your bodies once again right after. “Just be good, babe.” You gave him a little taste of the answer he was looking for and trailed the kisses to his perfectly shaped abdomen, catching every freckle embellishing his skin with your mouth. He watched you as you both kept the eye contact and your body went down supported by your knees and making your hips dance, showing him the dimples at the bottom of your back as your upper half went down. Nipping and sucking at his v-line, your hands played with the waistband of his black boxers. He let a sigh leave his mouth at the vision of you teasing him. Good. That’s exactly what you wanted him to do. But that was only the beginning. You squeezed his thighs after removing his briefs, grabbing a handful of his bulge with your right hand as the left hand palmed his abs, going up slowly. Luka squirmed against your touch but rapidly found a way to deal with your traces more quietly. You teased him by pulling his tip closer to your mouth, kissing it so delicately he could barely tell if you were actually making any contact. You continued on playing with him by licking all the extension of his length without going any further than this, leaving an impatient Luka licking his upper lip and exhaling peevishly. You knew the rule the guys from the national team told you on the first day you met them: don’t ever get Luka irritated or you might see the angry side of him in its scariest way. Were you giving a single damn about it? Not at all. When he started rearranging his body to get up and get things done, you grabbed his tip with your mouth, licked it and sucked, letting it go with a ‘pop’. Instantly, his body gave up and hit the pillows behind him. You smiled, while holding his throbbing shaft and pumping it with a little bit more of pressure and calmly just to have fun with his desperate mood. His hairline starting to get wet from the sweat, his lungs working harder to keep on breathing properly, his legs moving uninterruptedly to find a way to feel comfortable with all this torture. Promptly, you pinned his dense thighs down on the mattress and took all of him inside your mouth at once. His back arched, making it reach even deeper on your throat. Luka let out a painful groan, his husky voice made you move your head up again and you smirked at him, holding his soaked cock. He looked down at your expression, still very confused and fighting hard to deal with the agony you were providing him. He wondered a thousand times what happened to you? He wasn’t sure he liked it, but internally he was totally begging for more and dying to see where you were leading him to. You put all of his length inside of your warm and wet mouth once again and begun to apply suction as your head started bobbing up and down against his crotch. The wet sounds filling up the room gave his body chills and Luka felt relaxed enough to release a few sighs here and there. You picked up pace and he gasped for air instantly. The veins on his arms and thighs were now pulsing and marking his white and smooth skin with the purple lines showing. Holding the sides of his body tightly, you slowed down the rhythm when you saw him closing his eyes and dropping his chin, leaving his lips opened and puffing the air strongly, making his cheeks inflate as he pouted in a silent ‘u’. His eyes looked for yours in order to make you notice that he was close and wanting more of that. “¿Qué pasa?” You questioned, clearly noting that he was close by the way his shaft started palpitating inside of your mouth as you took him one more time. He finally worked on some words. “I’m… so close…” With difficulty, his raspy tone responded and he rubbed his face in exasperation. Luka was afraid to be rude to you as he felt his blood boiling everywhere, so he took a deep breath, stood up on his elbows and caressed your cheek with his thumb and ran his fingers through your hair, pulling it so softly and with attitude at the same time. He encouraged you to go down and you obeyed, looking profoundly on his eyes and making him shiver. “What do you want?” You were now stroking his shaft carefully, directing its head towards your tongue. “I…” He had to take a quick moment to appreciate the sensation. “I want this pretty mouth of yours around me. No stopping this time.” It took him everything to leave his shyness aside and ask you and turns out if made him feel dominant again, the way he likes to act in the bedroom. He’s bossy in bed and he just can’t help it. Starving, you grabbed him and worked hard on swirling your tongue all around his throbbing cock to spread the wetness for your lips wrapped around him to slide easily, making Luka throw his head back and move his hips in the direction of your hot and wanting mouth. Languidly and precisely, you moved again and his bulge was now also thrusting to meet your mouth while his tongue started cursing and rolling your name off his throat lowly, but audible enough for you to keep on doing it faster. Groaning, Luka gently pulled your head down for you to deep-throat him as he watched to make sure he wouldn’t hurt you in anyways. As you got up again and started sucking him faster, he let go of your head to support his body on both his elbows once again and his abs begun to contract, warning you that he was close. You mapped his muscles with your fingers as your free hand clutched his thigh. That was it. He released a deep moan, completely unable to keep it for him. “M’gonna cum, fuck!” He was so lost in this feeling that he didn’t even notice what he just said. You moved your hand down to stroke the base of his shaft that couldn’t fit in your mouth as you kept on sucking him and he exploded. Legs shaking, chest moving up and down urgently and hands holding the sheets. You left his length to crawl above him, placing a kiss on his sweaty abs, chest, neck and then cheek. Lying beside him, you covered his body with the blanket and positioned your head on where it was before. Luka tapped your shoulder twice for you to move and you looked at him confused. “Is anything wrong?” You asked, concerned. He held your waist firmly. “My turn.” He mumbled. “Aren’t you too tired for that?” Raising an eyebrow, you challenged him. Rule number two: don’t ever challenge Luka. Challenges aren’t traps. For Luka, a challenge is a fuel. “Wanna try me?” He placed your silhouette under his.

[latimeria-fell-from-heaven]

pretty off-topic from what i normally post, but i thought this up last night while i was playing shining nikki and watching smiling friends with my dad ( he legit had no idea wtf was going on but he still stuck around with me so thamks dad♡),,, but anyway, i was skimming through some of the designers' reflections in sn and i had a big brain moment,,,

smol blurbs below!

mercury's ears are pretty sensitive since he's hidden them all his life and he's never let anyone see them, much less even touch them. so when you decide to come up behind him while he's at his desk and give his ear a little kiss, he's caught completely off guard and he uncharacteristically jolts, and a grunt manages to escape his tightly sealed lips.

you're not stupid, once you figure out that it's mercury's weak spot, you waste no time in latching your warm lips onto the shell of his pointed ear, dragging your lips back and forth ever so slightly. he's clenching his knuckles so tightly they're becoming as white as a sheet, and he's clenching his jaw tightly shut, making it clear that he won't give in to your ministrations no matter what you do. when you feel satisfied, you pop your lips off, but not before blowing a puff of hot breath onto his ear, and quickly retreating before mercury has the chance to grab you. don't think he'll let this go, he'll get back at you one way or another ( with kisses, hugs, and his deep voice, duh )

qin yi hardly ever needs help applying his ever-changing makeup or slipping into his iconic designs, but for some reason he likes calling you over and asking for you to help him, coming up with all sorts of elusive reasons as to why he can't do it himself. he keeps his iconic smile when the sliver of your touch just barely grazes his smooth skin.

when you've finished applying the succulent blood-red lipstick and pull away to place the small circular container down, qin yi grabs your wrist firmly and presses his lips flat against the smooth skin. you, of course, jolt then begin to scold him since you put so much effort into applying the red pigment, but of course, he's not even listening. qin yi's too busy pressing kisses to your skin while slyly watching underneath his fluttering, butterfly lashes.

loen is canonly a lightweight when drinking, but he seemingly does well enough to appear sober even when drunk. so when he spots you at a bar that he quite often frequents, he waltzes right in and cheerily greets you. what he does expect, is seeing you participate in a drinking game with a few acquaintances, although your expressions are anything but content.

each time you bring the bubble-fizzed glass to your glass, loen can see that you try and take small sips, but your companions encourage you to take deeper swigs of the burning liquid. so when it comes around to him, he takes his drink like nothing, even if the tips of his pale ears are reddening, but when it's your turn, he snatches your glass from your hand and chugs it down in one go. you know him well enough to know that the alcohol is going to hit him hard, so you use that as an excuse to grab him and quickly leave. loen doesn't stop clinging to you though and even asking if you're proud of him for taking the fall. ( pls, he needs praise )

aeon is curious about the world of miraland, seeing as the one time he was able to grace its lands, he caused a rather unsavory and large tsunami. so it's safe to say that his perception of miraland is very limited and he has no clue how everyday life occurs there. so when you arrive in the ark, he tries to limit his questions, but you notice how he seems to just vaguely light up anytime you mention anything so mundane to you, but exciting to him.

he's glued onto every single one of your words, patiently waiting while you try and think up another interesting place that you've wandered off to. while he seems stoic and lacking in any visible excitement, you know aeon well enoughーthe slight raising of his voice, the way his body perks up with each description, and how his eyes sparkle and waver with a hunger for more of your words. if that weren't enough, marina will mischievously whisper how her older brother is always mumbling your name under his breath while he absent mindedly writes out your name in his clipboard!

modric somehow encourages you to stay up late with him, giving you his simple smile as he offers to play you one of his signature compositions as thanks. everytime he catches your eyelids drooping and your head dipping, he starts tracing his fingers across your face until the ticklish sensations rouse you from your little nap.

when it's obvious that you and him have reached your limit, you end up falling asleep against his shoulder, squishing your cheek in the process. and modric lets you, now much too tired to even really care. when you wake up on his couch and having overslept well into the morning, you're pissed because modric kept you awake well past your limit, and you're still exhausted. he just gives you a sleepy grin and offers to take you out to one of his favorite placesーa date if you willーand you're surprised that he can even talk, given how sleepy he sounds.

nikki always excitedly looks forward to when you'll come over and watch the numerous drama's she's found herself invested in. hell, she's gotten you hooked on the differing plotsーnot that you blame her, some of the characters and plotlines have you completely hooked.

she has the strangest foods ever like coke noodles and milk chicken wings ready and prepared for you, her and momoーlike hell he's gonna miss out on a feast like this!ーand you're impressed with how much effort nikki's put into this. when you comment on it, momo suddenly starts to say something about nikki being so excited about you coming over, but she quickly shoves a slab of barbeque in his mouth before he can finish his sentence and starts your marathon. throughout it though, you can feel her fingertips just barely grazing yours, inching ever so closely.

yexiao always invites you to come and paint with her; you don't even have to be artistically gifted to do so, she just tells you she'd like some company and chit chat. you agree and she guides you along to a hidden paint shop that she seemingly frequents, seeing as how the owners cheerily greet her and ask her if she's come for the usual.

it's so nice and calm, a contrast to what you're used to where you reside, and you can actually feel yourself think for once. yexiao lets you observe her yard, watching with unblinking and calm golden eyes. when your bring the pigment-stained brush to the blank canvas, she offers some adviseーmix the orange and blue a bit more to make a deeper brown, add some highlights to the green leavesーwhenever you appear to be struggling. yexiao's been painting for quite some time, and even you wonder what she's been up to. you, she painted you.

zoey is incredibly skilled with guns, that much is very clear and evident, even people who haven't met her know that she could gun them down and not even bat an eye. you, not so much. it's not that you're afraid of putting a bullet through someone's head, no, you just can't even fucking hold it properly without your stance looking like some amateurish wannabe gun slinger. good thing zoey offered to help.

she presses her body right up against yours, slender fingers perfectly gripping your shoulders and arms as she angles you into the right position and her smooth voice right up against your ear. when you hit the practice target with a bullseye, you're ecstatic because you finally did it and happily thank zoey for being a great help, and she gives you her signature smile and claps a bit. " if you're that grateful, why not join me at the bar tonight, hm?" ahー

[crazy-little-thing-called-me]

The scent of the Croatian sea

Hey everyone,

I know this is actually a sideblog about this certain royal rock band from England, but since the European football championships are on right now, my little obsession with the Croatian national team came back to life, especially for smol bean captain Lukita Modrić <3

So this is a little thing I wrote back in 2018 that I recently found again. I hope you enjoy it and I´m sorry for all the grammar mistakes!!!

Summary: On a holiday trip to Croatia with your friends, you meet a young Croatian guy at a bar some night. After you’ve spent hours and hours of talking, he invites you to a sightseeing trip through his home town Zadar the next day.

Word count: 1300 +/-

Warnings: Just fluff and my poor knowledge of the English language!

It was a sunny morning when you woke up in your hotel room. 10 days of Croatian sun and sea with your three best friends was the plan for this year`s summer vacation. You wanted to savour every moment of it.

When you thought about yesterday evening, you immediately felt a fluttering sensation growing in your stomach. While your friends left the local pub you`ve went to after 30 minutes to “find a place less lame than this”, you`ve spent the whole evening there with a young man called Luka into who`s arms you`ve been running there at the bar. And who has made this place a lot less lame for you at least.

The two of you talked about anything and everyone and you wanted the evening to last forever; his invitation to be your sightseeing guide and show you the most beautiful places of his home town the next day has probably made you the happiest girl around.

Finally, you got up to get dressed, choosing the yellow sundress you bought only for this vacation, combined with your white slippers. You tried to be as quiet as possible after your friends were still recovering from yesterday evening; you could barely imagine what must have happened in that other disco they went to. You left a note on the table saying “I`m in town with Luka, see you for dinner”, and as you just wanted to leave you turned right back, adding: “In case of blackout: he`s the guy I`ve met at the bar”. You smiled to yourself and left the room.

He waited for you in front of the hotel, wearing a blue polo shirt, his blond locks covering his shoulders. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight of him, and before you could call his name, he spotted you, only to smile back at you as brightly.

You grabbed a croissant and a coffee at a nearby bakery before you started your tour through the city. Luka showed you the beautiful historic city with all its majestic churches and nostalgic little corners. He even showed you his old school with the football field where his career began. Around lunchtime, you went to the port where Luka invited you to a boat tour along shore.

You`ve found a place at the side of the boat where there were only the two of you. You started chatting while you both watched the beautiful coast of the Adriatic Sea passing by.

“Nooo. Please don’t cut it. I like your hairstyle.”, you said.

“Yah?”, Luka asked and furrowed his eyebrows sceptically for a second before he started smiling again.

“Yes I do”, you replied. “It suits your face. Because it has such a delicate shape… the look really matches you.”

Luka smiled and stared at his feet, you even had the impression of a small blush rising on his cheeks.

“I wish I had hair like yours”, you added quickly. “I could really need that stage of volume”, you continued and you both started laughing. Luka raked his hands through his golden locks.

“I`ll leave it like this. I didn’t really want to cut it anyways”, he said and smiled. You returned that smile to him.

The look he gave you let a slight shiver run down your spine. His almond shaped eyes were fascinating you, the soft shade of brown was a perfect contrast to the golden strands of Lukas hair that were framing his features. He wore a light tan that suited him so very well; his lips had the perfect shape.

That was the moment your brain stopped working.

“You`re beautiful.”

Oh goodness. What did you just say? You clasped your hands over your mouth. For a split second, Luka`s eyes widened in surprise. “Imsorry” you rushed, “oh my goodness, I`m so sorry Luka”, but he smiled, a bit shy at first, but then with more confidence.

“God, I-I don`t know why I said that”, you went on stumbling. This was so embarrassing. Of course you found him breathtakingly beautiful, but you feared your words would put him under pressure.

But right then Luka began to laugh so heartily, and after the shock had passed you had no chance than joining in.

“It`s okay y/n. I mean, that’s usually what the guy should be saying”, Luka said and the colour of your faced turned into a deep shade of red. “But… thank you. Really”, he said and smiled so bright the sun on this splendid afternoon seemed pale next to him. You still didn’t dare to look into his eyes and tried to find a thing at the far coast to draw your attention to and avoid making eye contact.

Suddenly, Luka reached out to gently touch your cheek, guiding your view to meet his again. He took a step forward so there were only a few centimetres left separating the two of you. The scent of his perfume and the heat radiating from his body so close to yours made you feel dizzy.

“You are so beautiful, y/n. I have caught myself admiring not only once today but… didn’t dare to say anything and now I feel stupid because you got ahead of me”, he smirked while you let out a weak chuckle.

His eyes flickered down to your lips nervously and god, you wished he would kiss you so badly. Luka called upon all of his courage, and your eyes fluttered shut as you felt him lowering his lips onto yours.

It was a shy kiss, but it was wonderful. You often remembered that moment in the following years, savouring every detail from his hair that tickled your nose to his soft lips that tasted like sea salt.

After a few moments he leant back slightly as he watched you with concerned eyes.

“Was that okay?”, he whispered and you could hear his voice shaking from arousal. Those soft and caring words made goose bumps rise all over your back as you replied to him by stepping on your tippy toes to gently connect your lips once again.

Luka was more courageous this time. He sneaked his hands around your waist to pull you closer into the kiss. You grabbed the collar of his shirt to hold onto something while losing yourself completely in the feeling of his body all over yours. With his left hand he caressed your cheek as you tilted your head back slightly while you parted your lips. His tongue slipped into your mouth while a quiet moan escaped Lukas lips. All the time he was so carefully and tender which only fuelled your desire to get more from him.

It felt like it has been a short eternity when you parted from each other, both breathing heavily while you tried to hold on to his collar.

“My legs feel a bit shaky”, you giggled while Luka took hold of the railing to save the two of you from falling over. “Mine too”, he chuckled, “and I don’t think that comes from the swell”. You both started laughing as you snuggled your face comfortably into the crook of his neck, his free hand not letting you get any farther from him, running up and down the small of your back.

The typhon announced the ship would soon arrive back at the port of Zadar.

“Could you kiss me again when we´re off the boat?”, you asked Luka, a small grin rising on your face. Luka smiled brightly and as a reply, he took your hand to guide you through the passengers back onto mainland.