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pairing: antoine griezmann / you / Rodrigo de Paul words: 1391 warnings: fingering, nipple play, threat of public pussy eating. a/n: this is part of their upcoming series which I cannot wait to fucking share with everyone. admittedly, this part is written before I've actually got there in the plot currently, but still! enjoy!

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You realise the concept of the polyamarous relationship was something new for most, but the men’s teammates and staff had done everything to make the three of you feel comfortable and safe while in the environment of the club. And even though no-one had made any comments - or at least not to any of your faces -, being here again a year after everything had become out in the open, it had still left you feeling a little nervous. Rodri had held your hand as Antoine had rubbed a soothing pace across the bottom of you back, only for you to see that the three of you had been placed together with you in the middle had made you feel happy, if not slightly overwhelmed by your own emotions. 

The two of them had sat with their hands on each thigh as they’d talked to others while absentmindedly stroking over your covered skin, with one of them occasionally turning to you to whisper things not meant for public hearing. The way they’d both looked at you throughout the night, the subtle touches here and there and the not so subtle glances had left you feeling some sort of way.

Once home, Rodrigo had left the two of you alone while he headed to the kitchen to pour some drinks and so you’d lead Antoine upstairs. His suit jacket was left downstairs, he’d shrugged out of it as you’d kicked off your heels and as you turn to look at him, he’s following quietly behind you with the only sound coming from his footsteps. His fingers undoing his cufflinks and pushing the sleeves of his dinner shirt up to his elbows, exposing his tattoos and thick watch which lay across his wrist. It was an innocent action and yet, it felt incredibly intimate to watch. 

His eyes lift from his hands to lock with yours as he begins to unbutton the shirt from the collar down, exposing inch by inch of his chest. “Something on your mind?” 

“You ask me this, like you hadn’t spent a good portion of this evening telling me how much you want to eat my pussy while trying to hitch my dress up.” 

“I don’t know what you mean.” He smirks as he finishes opening up his shirt. You want to stroke your fingers over his shoulders, over his chest and down to the waistband of his boxer shorts…and lower. 

“Come here and put those hands of yours to use,” you say, turning around and moving your hair out of the way so that he has access to the buttons that go down the back of the dress. He’d helped you into the dress, it was only fair that he helped you out of it. 

He’s quiet as he steps towards you, fingers lightly brushing over your nape as he begins to unbutton the first one. It feels as though he’s working slowly, deathly slowly as you feel him work down your spine. When the dress falls away from your shoulder, he places a light kiss there. And another one a little higher, getting closer to your neck as he continues. You make a little happy hum as his hands near the bottom of your back, his hands gently stroking over the skin as they start their journey back up to your shoulders where he pushes the dress from your arms, and from your body. Despite the hefty price tag that they’d paid for it, it pools at your feet and lays forgotten as Antoine turns his attention to the rest of you. 

“Nice lingerie,” you feel the smirk that presses against you with each kiss. “Where’d you get it?”

“Oh, this old thing?” you say, mirroring his tone. “I can’t remember where I picked this up from,” you say, knowing full well it was an early present that was given this morning along with the dress. While the dress was planned, the underwear was very much a pleasant surprise and knowing that you were wearing it, something they’d envisioned you in gave you a little thrill. 

His hand cups your breast, thumb swiping over your nipple which protrudes through the material and you press back into his chest as he kisses higher. 

“Starting without me?” Rodri asks as he appears in the doorway, large hands grasping the glasses but his attention is on the two of you rather than the occasional spill of liquid. 

“It was only fair. I’ve waited long enough for something to happen.” you reply quietly, savouring the feel of Antoine across your skin.  

Rodrigo places two of the glasses down and takes a long drink from his own, trying to keep his eyes on you the whole time. “It’s not as though I could have laid you out on the table and eaten your pussy in front of everyone now, could I?”

“Right now, I’m wondering why not.” 

“But we’re not there now, are we?” Rodri asks as Antoine pulls your breast free and Rodrigo dips his head to close his lips around your nipple. You can feel Anto hardening against you as he presses more kisses to your skin and his fingers begin to wander down to the hem of your underwear. Your stomach sucks in, your eyes flutter closed and the breath that you sucked into your lungs begins to feel like molten lava the longer you hold it there but you only have the mental capacity right now to concentrate on one thing: what they’re doing or breathing and right now, your breathing remains held. 

As much as you try to keep your composure, the feel of both mouths and the slow descent of Antoine’s fingers into your panties is making you go against everything you’re trying to do. Your head drops back ever so slightly and it’s then that you exhale and breathe in a series of quick gulps. Antoine takes this as an opportunity to press his lips to yours, he kisses you slowly, savouring the first few moments of arousal before all rational thinking goes out of the window. 

When his tongue meets yours, a single finger drags over your clit, down your slit and the tip of it teases at your entrance enough to draw a whimper from you. 

“I love it when you make that noise.” Rodri says, lips barely leaving your skin as he does so, his tongue moving against you with each word he speaks and the scrape of his facial hair over your soft skin adds yet another delicious layer of pleasure. He swirls his tongue around your areola enough times to make you bite Antoine’s bottom lip before Rodrigo flicks his tongue over your hard nipple and lightly bites. You buck your hips before grinding against Antoine’s fingers as he sinks two inside of you. 

“Fuck,” the singular word is on the cusp of being growled when his palm rubs against your clit as his fingers sink in and out of your pussy. “I should never have agreed to this arrangement.” you tell them, making Rodrigo pull away and straighten enough to look you in the eye. 

“And why is that?” he asks. “Because from the way I see it, you’ve benefited very well from this.”

“You would see it that way,” you say through gritted teeth as Antoine curls his fingers and presses them against that spot that always leaves your knees weak. 

“Yes, I would.” He agrees as he makes quick work to cover Antoine’s hand with his own and slowly removes his fingers from you as he pulls Antoine’s hand from your underwear. You watch as the P and E of Antoine’s tattooed fingers disappear between Rodrigo’s lips, your eyes fluttering closed as he works his tongue to clean them from your wetness. 

“Jesus Christ, I hate you.” Even with your eyes closed, you know the man in front of you is grinning. 

“Such a strong emotional response when I’ve barely started with you.” Fingers trail up over your stomach and to the edge of your bra, teasing their way along until they reach your now partially covered nipple. It takes seconds to tweak the hardness of it free again and a sharp pinch forces your eyes to open. 

“If you’re lucky and behave yourself,” Antoine whispers to your ear, “Santa won’t be the only one coming tonight.”

[cloudsspoke]

Rodrigo De Paul talks about Lionel Messi's promise "I felt pain days before the game against The Dutch. I came to Leo's room, and when he found out about my injury he said: Don't play, stupid. I said, no. It'd be the last time I'll ever play in World Cup, maybe in 4 years they won't summon me. And then Leo said: Don't worry. I promise I'll take you to the semifinal."

Kun: *totally wasted* Leo: *stared at his drunk friend* Kun: *noticed the way Leo stared* what? Leo: stop it. Kun: stop what? Leo: the drink. your heart. you drunk. Kun: my heart's fine. well, even if something bad happens, let it happens here. i don't mind dying. i'm happy. we're world champions pa' !

😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

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My first fanfic??

[tsukkiru]

so rn im writing dibu x leo x depaul…im enjoying it like 2k words already

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February recs

I didn’t complete all 28, but I got close enough so that’s good. The aim was to find new writers and support them by reblogs because it’s great to share the love. I decided to do a new monthly post as it is easier for me.  1. Soft glow Pablo Gavi -  written by @gavisuntiedboot 2. Instagram File Pablo Gavi - written by @loohs-world 3. Ben Chilwell - written by @canirove 4. Hate - Kylian Mbappe - written by @applejuicefruit 5. Richarlison Headcannon - written by @i-care-4u 6. you are in love Christian Pulisic - written by @julianalvarez9 7. Faith in love Hakim Ziyech - written by @el-ly-sha-give-no-f  8. Stream Mason Mount - written by @httpsdana 9. amor de me vida Rodrigo De Paul - written by @percervall 10. Side lover Jude Bellingham - written by @highdreaming 11. Baby Kylian Mbappe - written by @applejuicefruit 12. Monster Erling Haaland - written by @football-and-fanfics 13. Confusion and confessions Christian Pulisic - written by @thatsdemko 14. Instagram File - written by @hyperfixatiorn 15. It’ll be fun - written by @mrseriksen  16. Date nights with Kylian - written by @ky-archive  17. Jude headcannon - written by @minnlix 18. The school run Taa - writtem by @lfc21 19. about love and belly rubs - written by @julianalvarez9 20. Messages from her ex Trent - written by @avenirdelight  21. Baby pictures Erling Halaand - written by @nanaloveswo-men 22. Beautiful like a goddess Yassine Bounou - written by @shaytheeprettiest 23. Jude Bellingham - written by @dontexpectmuch 24. Taking care of you Richarlison - written by @cabske 25. Bedtime stories Virgil Van Dijk - written by @lfc21 26. can’t be your friend - Julian Alvarez - written by @avengers-goddess

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Rodrigo de paul confession

I personally love Rodrigo de paul and he’s one of the reason why I started to write , he is so fine I don’t know why no one write about him .

Rodrigo de paul confession:

When you first met you were very shy around him

One of the reasons his looks , he is really handsome and his hair was blonde which made him 10 times hotter

His muscles

His tattoos are to die for

His back is fully tatted  

But you also liked his personality, how he cares for those around him

He would always start up the conversation no matter what.

Never made you feel left out in any interaction around you

he hinted a few times how he felt towards you but you thought it meant nothing

until one day he calls you

“can you come outside?” he tells you

“what?”

“I’m waiting outside of your house, I want to see you.”

You thought you were dreaming or your ears are fooling you 

You went out to see him out of his car

Wearing his hat backwards like he always does smiling at you

When you’re standing Infront of him

 “Do you want to go on a date with me?” he said to you smiling his soft smile

“now ? I’m not ready I have no make up wearing my pjs an-

He cuts you mid-sentence “you’re lying about the make up part” he surprise by touching your face “oh you’re right wow you’re so beautiful”

Making you speechless and turning your cheeks red

“don’t worry about your pjs they’re cute and we will go to watch the stars if you want of course”

“sure let’s go” you said smiling

He goes to open the passenger door to you and you enter the car

Rodrigo stars talking about everything and nothing

He keeps looking at you , stealing a few glances and then look back at the road

You get to your destination

A quiet place

No one is around

And not much of lights

Just the stars in the sky

“how did you find this place ? rodri” you tell him excited

You love the stars and you talked about this briefly , you didn’t think that he’ll remember

But he did and that’s how special he is

“anything for you” he said while looking at you and his eyes are sprinkling just as much as the stars at sky are

“so I think you didn’t bring me hear just to see the stars right?” till this moment you don’t want to be overly confident even if everything means that he likes you , you want to hear it from him

“you’re driving me crazy” he says looking up to the sky .

“I like you I want us to date I spend weeks hinting it to you and even now you still ask y/n” looking deeply inside your eyes

You’re blushing for the second time now because of him

“I wanted to make sure” you said while looking down thinking how ridicules you sound

He giggles at your words then it became quite again

“so you like me too?” he says looking at you hopefully

You looked at him now “isn’t obvious? I wouldn’t have come to here if I wasn’t”

He hugs you firmly but without hurting you

You stay like this for while until he breaks the hug

Now both of you looking at each other closely

He kisses you

His kiss is very soft and sweet

You never thought that you’ll share this kiss with him ever but it happened

He pulls back and put his forehead close to yours

“sorry I should’ve asked if I can kiss you” he said softly while holding your hand that was on his chest

“You can try again” you tell him after opening your eyes

And he gets what you mean “can I kiss you my y/n?” rodri says near whispering

“yes” you say with the same tone he used

Rodri kisses you again with even more passion and you stay kissing for a bit

Butterflies in your stomach from everything that happened

You break the kiss feeling a bit weak in the knees  

He holds your hand and lead you to sit where he prepared for the date to sit comfortably and watch the stars

You still feel like dreaming and if you were you don’t want to wake up

[percervall]

lo arriesgaría todo (pa ti)

Pairing: Rodrigo De Paul x fem!reader Words: 1126 Request: Carlos Sainz (or whoever) + Jennifer Lopez ft Maluma - Pa Ti + smut Warnings: AU, inappropriate workplace relationship, power imbalance, p in v, unprotected sex, dirty talk, praise kink, subby!RDP

In which Rodrigo is so fucked -in more ways than one

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He knows this is wrong, knows that if it gets out he is going to be in so much shit with his bosses. The weight of the oath he took hangs around his neck like an albatross and yet-... Rodrigo has had to bite his bottom lip to refrain from doing something stupid every time she makes her way down the stairs to the foyer of her mansion, dressed in a suit that costs more than the rent for the stamp of an apartment he calls home and a lace corset top that will sustain his fantasies for years to come. He is supposed to be her private security detail, and it would absolutely cross a boundary if he gives in to her flirting. She always smiles sweetly at him, running a perfectly manicured hand down his bicep as she wishes him a good morning, strutting out the door. He’s refrained from ever making a move on her for so long, she’s his employer, he’s here to do a job. Getting involved would complicate things far beyond his pay grade. When his bosses came to him with the assignment, it was meant to be only for three months. Infiltrating a billion dollar company to gather evidence on their CEO had sounded so simple on paper. However, when he finds himself on the couch, legs spread and shirt half unbuttoned as she leans over him to steal a sip from his whiskey, the view she gives him of her perfect tits wrapped in burgundy lace is the proverbial last drop as his self-restraint snaps, consequences be damned. 

Rodrigo wraps a hand around the back of her neck. Fingers resting against her jaw, he pulls her closer, his lips brushing hers. She’s quick to steady herself on his shoulders as she chases his lips.

“If I had known all it took was show you my tits and steal your drink, I would’ve done so a lot sooner,” she muses a little breathlessly after she breaks the kiss. Rordigo can’t help the chuckle that escapes as he kisses her again, tasting the whiskey on her tongue. 

“You’re gonna get me in so much trouble,” he murmurs, kissing his way down her neck, unbuttoning her blouse even further in the process.

“Mm, good. You better make it worth it then,” she quips, straddling him. He groans against her skin as he feels her pussy against his groin, hips bucking up at the contact.

“Desperate already I see, just how I like ‘em,” she comments with a smirk. He has no reply to that, can only moan and gasp as she unbuttons his trousers. 

“Please… Need to see all of you,” he murmurs, fingers fumbling with the buckle of her belt. She just grins at him, rising back to her feet and discarding her clothes, leaving her in just the matching thong and bra before taking those off as well. Rodrigo can feel the blood rushing south, his cock straining against his trousers. He quickly attempts to shuffle out of them but she’s quick to stop him with a look.

“Take your cock out but remain clothed. I like seeing you needy like this, unable to wait any longer.” 

He’s pretty sure his brain short circuits at that request, but he does as he’s told. She straddles him again, a hand now on his cock as she slowly pumps him.

“I’m clean and on birth control,” she whispers in the space between their lips.

“I’m clean as well,” he manages to say, swallowing hard as she squeezes the base.

“Good,” is the only warning he gets before she sinks down on him. Rodrigo can’t help but look at the way her pussy takes him, struggling to keep his eyes open at the feeling of her tight cunt around him.

“That’s it baby, look at how perfect your cock is, how it’s just made to be inside of me, stretching me so good,” she coos in his ear, nails raking over the back of his head. He nearly comes right there and then at her words alone, manages to hold on for dear life. 

“Use me,” he chokes out, hips bucking up again as he bottoms out. 

“Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Just sit there looking all pretty as I take what I want from you? Think you’ve deserved it? Or should I make you bend me over the back of the couch and make you work for it, make you fuck me so hard we scratch these hardwood floors?” The only sound Rodrigo is able to make is a whimper, moaning at the image she paints for him as she clenches around him. It’s too much, her words combined with the tight heat around his cock.

“Please,” he chokes out, “Can’t- I need- Please.” 

“Already on the brink and I’ve barely even touched you, baby. You gonna cum for me?”

“Yes,” he grits out, fingers digging into her hips, “Please, ‘m so close…” 

He watches her lean back slightly, fingers rubbing tight little circles around her clit.

“Not yet baby,” she coos, moaning as she rubs faster. Rodrigo can’t do anything other than hold on for dear life as he watches her grind down on him, using his body for her pleasure only. 

“Fuck… Feels so  good…” she moans. He can feel her clenching around him, can feel his orgasm approaching rapidly.

“Please… I need- I need to cum.. Please can I cum..” he whispers, desperation settling in even more. The feeling is all-consuming now, fingers clenched so tightly his knuckles are white. 

“Oh, you beg so prettily for it,” she muses, teeth biting down on her bottom lip, “Fill me up, Rodri.. Wanna watch you spill out of me..” she adds in a hushed murmur, eyes locked on his and it’s too much. He can feel his abs tensing up, eyes fluttering closed and with a whimper, he spills deep inside of her. Afterwards, it feels as if someone has cut all the strings and his body slumps into the cushions of the sofa. He moans when he feels her clench around him, the feeling almost overwhelming. 

“Look at me, look at the mess you’ve made baby. So full of your cock, even after you’ve cum,” she tells him, fingers still rubbing her clit. Rodrigo watches with a fascination as she comes undone on his half-hard cock, back ached with his name on her lips, his cum spilling out of her. The sight is so debauched, it leaves him breathless. Her body collapses against his, and for a moment Rodrigo allows himself to forget that he’s here to collect evidence and not to give her the world and promises of always he so wishes he could give her.

asdfghhjkl 🫠🫠🫠

This nearly broke me. The research that went into this is, frankly, silly but look at me and tell me this man is not a lil' subby??? The biggest simp to ever walk the earth

Massive thank you to @footballffbarbiex for being my beta reader. If Amy gives you a thumbs up on an RDP fic, you know you've done a good job (even if it almost kills her. so sorry babe!!)

Please let me know what you think, your comments, tags, and likes mean the absolute world to me 💜

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Ugly Christmas Jumpers

credit to @atleticomadriddaily​ for the gif x 

CHRISTMAS PROMPTS  7. Ugly Christmas Jumpers  Rodrigo De Paul  Word Count: 365 It was Christmas jumper day at work and you had to get the perfect one ready for the day.  “Hey” you turned around as you heard Rodrigo walking into the bedroom as you were getting changed. 

“Oh let me see what jumper you are wearing” he asked you as you span around on your heels as you showed him your ugly jumper.  “That is the definition of an ugly jumper fucking hell” he smirks as you looked down at it and nodded in agreement.  “I know it is ugly, I really like it on me” you laughed.  You showed him all of the other jumpers that you had all set out. “So I have this one obviously, but there are so many more. Maybe you should wear one that would be pretty cool” you laughed.  “Not sure my big muscles are going to fit in one of yours ”he smirked as you pointed out at the muscles.  “Oh ha-haha, alright big muscle man” he smirked as you gently grabbed his muscles.  “Hmm yeah they won’t will they” you smirked as you headed to your wardrobe.  “Right I have this one, looks fucking huge so I imagine it might fit you” he rolled his eyes, hoping that he didn’t need to wear that at all.  “I am so glad I am going to training and do not need to wear this” he moaned as he put it on over his head.  “No you need a photo with me as it is Christmas jumper day. The money goes to charity and I want to do it from us” you smiled at him as you made sure you looked good for the photo.  Making sure Rodrigo also posed for the picture for ugly jumper day.  “I do hate you sometimes” you smirked as you blew him a kiss from across the room. “You love it” he laughed as he kissed your hand. “Yes babe, I do love you” he smiled.  “Good job it is for charity because the boys will rip me into pieces for that jumper” he smirked as he took it off and chucked another one on. “Sure but I thought you looked fit” you smirked  Taglist: @footballffbarbiex​ @percervall​ @football-and-fanfics​ @odegaardsblues​

[footballerimaginess]

I wanted to tell you

credit to @skipthesmalltalk​ for the gif x 

8. “I wanted to tell you on new year, that I love you”  Rodrigo De Paul  Word Count: 250  You were having a cosy night in, rather than going out for New year. You had been having so many late nights as well as drinking a bit due to the world cup win, you just wanted to be with Rodrigo and have some alone time.  The last few weeks had been hectic whilst watching the world cup, this was your time to relax which was lovely as you snuggled up together.  The relationship was new and fresh, something you were scared about because of the nature of his previous relationship. But this felt right, being in his arms this new year felt good.  “You okay?” he asked as he noticed that you were quiet while watching the movie.  “Yeah I am good, are you?” you turned to have a look at him.  “I wanted to tell you on new year’s, that I love you” you coughed, slightly as you were taken by surprise.  “What?” you muttered as you looked at him.  “You heard me babe, I said I love you” you felt your face go so red with a mixture of embarrassment and a hint of being shocked.  “I love you too” you mumbled as you leaned in and kissed him.  “Was you shocked?” he laughed as you nodded.  “Yes, I really wasn’t expecting it. But I love you too. What a start to the new year” you grinned as you cuddled up closer towards him as you carried on watching the films for the rest of the evening.  Taglist: @footballffbarbiex​ @percervall​ @football-and-fanfics​ @odegaardsreds​ @footballxixstars​

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2023 recs

I want to try my best and support my fellow writers by reblogging as many fics as I can throughout the year. I’ll be updating this as often as I can. I hope this is a good way for you to find new writers.  JANUARY  1. Jack Grealish - written by @chilly-me-softly 2. Virgil Van Dijk - Slamming the car door in his face - written by @lfc21 3. Eric Dier - A dog draws in a man - written by @footballffbarbiex  4. Neymar - Just a friend - written by @graneymar  FEBRUARY  1. Pablo Gavi - Soft glow - written by @gavisuntiedboot  2. Pablo Gavi - Instagram File - written by @loohs-world  3. Ben Chilwell - Meeting on a train - written by @canirove  4. Kylian Mbappe - Feeling down - written by @applejuicefruit 5. Richarlison - Dating headcannon - written by @i-care-4u 6. Christian Pulisic - you are in love - written by @julianalvarez9  7. Hakim Ziyech - Faith In Love - written by @el-ly-sha-give-no-f 8. Mason Mount - Stream - written by @httpsdana 9. Rodrigo De Paul - amor de me vina - written by @percervall  10. Jude Bellingham - Side Lover - written by @highdreaming  11. Kylian Mbappe - Pregnant - written by @applejuicefruit  12. Erling Halaand - Monster - written by @football-and-fanfics 

[footballerimaginess]

As a Liverpool girlie I love reading about them, especially Kostas, Hendo and Robbo. I also love reading about Antoine Griezmann and Marcos Llorente (although there's not much love for him on here atm which is a real shame) and I am dying for some Rodrigo de Paul fanfic

I probably have loads of requests in my asks for some of these I think. I don’t think I’ve ever written for Rodrigo De Paul, maybe I should start too 👀

Tell me what players you love/hate reading fics for

[footballffbarbiex]

player: rodrigo de paul words: 916 request: Rodrigo de Paul  - she / her - 500 - 900 - sitting by the tree and exchanging Christmas gifts. He gets her a set of holiday-themed lingerie, which is honestly a gift for them both

a/n: a huge thank you to @percervall for helping me with this when I was stuck in my head and couldn't get ideas flowing.

Rodrigo knows his ass is pushing it this year. She’s been frequently reminding him that he needs to get a move on if he wants to have all of his christmas shopping wrapped up and completed but in true Rodri style, he’s been dragging his heels with every gift so far. 

And now here he is, pushing through the Madrid crowds 5 days before Christmas in a bid to try and get everything he needs in one day. With his personnel running along beside him to take everything back to the car so he’s not overrun with gifts, he’s in a hurry to finally finish up. Every year he does this and every year he wishes he hadn’t, either because the stores are running low or are completely out of stock, or because he’s finished it incredibly quickly that he wonders what the fuss was for to make him drag it out until now. 

He’s just handed over a new set of bags to his entourage and continued down the street before taking hesitant steps and coming to a stop. The window display is half naked mannequins adorned with beautiful, expensive lingerie. Bursts of pale pink, deep velvet and moss greens are demanding his attention. 

He sucks in his bottom lip, tongue smoothing over a dry patch and his teeth nibble on it until it’s smooth again as he debates whether or not to go in. People are milling around, most are trying to get to where they need to be that they don’t pay attention to the 6” frame standing in the middle of the pavement - they’re too busy trying to get around him to really care who the pervert is staring at the lingerie. 

Rodri’s help is barely around the block when he steps inside and by the time he’s reemerged, his credit card has a new, hefty charge and there’s a fancy bag swinging from his fingertips. 

Within a matter of days, gifts had been placed under the tree before he went to bed on Christmas Eve and the automatic timer put the tree’s lights on in case she came downstairs before him. And just as he’d finished arranging them all, he slipped the new gift bag amongst the rest and couldn’t wait for her reaction.

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“I thought we agreed on a budget Rodri,” she states, wording it like an accusation more than a question. 

“We did.” He's trying to control his excitement but she can see it in his face, the way his voice waivers as he attempts to remain calm. He’s wanted nothing more than to wake her up and give her the present early, but instead he’s had to sit on his hands and wait with a leg that would not stop bouncing as he eagerly watched her open every present before it. Only stopping when that one remained. 

“So what is this?” she asks, gesturing to the delicate looking bag with the soft paper stuffing. She recognises the logo and while it’s not a store that she would be able to purchase anything from with her own account, she’s seen some of the other WAGs being gifted such items and often thought about what it would be like to own such lingerie. She rarely asked Rodrigo for anything and although her girls would say underwear is the one thing that he should be buying you; after all,  jewelry was an “I fucked up” gift, lingerie was an “I need to fuck you” gift. 

“Oh that old thing?” He laughs it off, but she’s not oblivious to how much the cheapest set is from there after hours pouring over their website and new releases. Even their accessories are several hundred, and their negligee is even more than she could stomach to spend. 

“Can I?” She gestures, fingers aching to tear through the paper and see what he’s purchased. 

“I didn’t buy it so you could look at the bag, baby.” he chuckles to himself before pushing the bag towards her and watches as she begins to open it. 

As eager as she is to see what he’s purchased, she wants to be respectful at the same time. And so she takes her time to open it up and slowly pull the set from the confines of the gift wrap. It’s perfect. The material is soft, almost butter-like as she runs it between her fingers and thumb. The colour isn’t one that she’d pick out for herself but holding it against her skin, she wonders why ever not. 

“Rodri…” it’s a sentence that doesn’t need to go anywhere, but says so much in a single word. 

“I need to see you in it. Haven’t stopped picturing you in it since I saw it.”

“No, you want to see me in it for a few seconds and have it lay on the bedroom floor for the rest of the time. There’s a difference.”

“Might let you keep it on this time.” He says, grinning at her while biting down on his lip. I want to make sure you leave them on, have you laid out on the bed, pulling them aside while I enter you.” He stops what he’s saying and groans as he shifts in his spot. “I need to stop otherwise…”

“No. You need to wait right here,” she taps the spot where he sits as she gathers up her things and begins to get to her feet, “be patient and wait to see if reality is better than fantasy.”

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amor de me vida

Player: Rodrigo De Paul Words: 975 Warnings: None, fluff Request: Stealing their clothes - he's away and you've been ill at home but you miss him so you basically drag yourself to his apartment/house to wear one of his hoodies and joggers and then he comes home during the night (was supposed to be later that next day) and he finds you cuddled up in his bed, wearing his clothes and he drops everything and joins you and you wake up and you two cuddle and A/N: I tweaked it a little bit, hope you like it!

title's from Maluma's ADMV

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January was one of those months that always left her feeling run down. Work had been exhausting the past month and today had been a particularly horrible day where everything that could go wrong, went wrong. What made it even worse was that she hadn’t been able to see her boyfriend in over a week due to their conflicting work schedules and missed him terribly. He always knew exactly what to do to make her feel better. Missing him felt like a dull ache in her chest, mirroring the way her head pounded with a headache that had settled behind her eyes. There was no point in pretending she could get any work done feeling like this, so after sending a quick email to her boss, she packed up for the day and figured she might as well go to his house to at least seek comfort in his shower and bed. One of the many advantages of dating a professional athlete was that they had money to spend on top tier water pressure and mattresses. 

After stopping by the supermarket to get some soup and bread, she parked her car in front of his house. Rodrigo had given her a key for situations just like this, where she needed him to settle the ache in her bones. Dropping her work bag by the door, she took off her shoes and carried the groceries into the kitchen. Her phone automatically connected to the sound system he had set up, and the playlist she had put on in the car started playing over the speakers. She made her way to the ensuite, throwing her clothes in the laundry basket. As the hot water hit her skin, she sighed at the feeling of her muscles letting go of the tension that had held them in a vice all day. 

She wrapped the towel tighter around herself and walked to Rodrigo’s closet. They shared a preference for oversized lounge wear and while his closet held about a third of her’s, right now she wanted nothing more than to wrap up in one of his soft hoodies. Grabbing her favourite one, she buried her face in the fabric, inhaling the scent of his fabric softener and aftershave. Smiling softly as his scent enveloped her, she got dressed in the hoodie and a pair of sweatpants, and settled in for an evening on the couch with her favourite series on TV.

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To say he was tired would be an understatement. Between winning the world cup with Argentina and the starting of La Liga, his time had been spent mostly travelling. The plan had been to travel back from their latest away fixture early the next morning, but the whole team wanted to go home and see their families –Rodrigo being one of them. Ever since Diego agreed, he’d been trying to get a hold of his girlfriend. She hadn’t answered her phone, but when he pulled up to his house he spotted her car on the driveway. His lips tugged up in a smile seeing it parked there. Rodrigo quickly made his way inside, dropping his bag by the stairs to take up later. The house was quiet, but he could tell she was still downstairs by the light coming from the living room.

“Babe?” he called out, voice barely above speaking volumes. He waited a beat to see if she’d answer before moving into the living room. The TV was still on, a streaming service politely asking if anyone was still watching. Rodrigo moved further into the room, picking up the remote to turn the TV off. Turning his face, he spotted his girlfriend on the couch, bundled up in one of his hoodies and fast asleep. She had made herself a hot drink and was still clutching the empty mug to her chest as her head rested on her own shoulder. He couldn’t help but smile lovingly, taking in her sleeping features. Rodrigo carefully took the mug from her hands, placing it on the coffee table, before moving to lift her up. He chuckled when she sighed deeply and snuggled into him as he carried her out of the room. 

“Hey,” she croaked, waking up enough to realise the couch wasn’t moving but her boyfriend had come home and was carrying her upstairs.

“Hey mi vida. This is a nice surprise, didn’t think you’d gotten my texts.” 

“Put my phone on do not disturb, so haven’t seen any come in. Just missed you and your hoodies,” she mumbled, sleep slurring her speech. Rodrigo chuckled and carried her up the stairs. He gently set her down on his bed and moved to his closet to get her a shirt to sleep in. 

“How was your day?” he asked as he handed it to her. 

“It’s been hectic and I’m exhausted. Last month was insane and it’s not looking to slow down any time soon. Went home early today with a headache,” she told him, swapping the hoodie for the shirt. Kicking off the sweatpants, she got under the covers. Rodrigo climbed in as well, pulling her closer. It wasn’t lost on him that she had referred to his house as home, his heart squeezing at the thought of her living with him. 

“I have the day off tomorrow, how about we spend it in bed all day?” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple. She hummed in agreement, snuggling into him. 

“That sounds lovely,” she sighed. Rodrigo smiled again, pressing his lips to her hair. He heard how her breathing evened out, body fully relaxed against his. Finally giving in to sleep, the last thought that crossed his mind was that he would ask her to move in tomorrow. Home was no longer a place, it had become a person shaped like the woman asleep in his arms. 

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boyfriend material masterlist

With February right around the corner, here's the masterlist/posting schedule for the boyfriend prompts. I'll update them as I go. They're not all going to be posted in order, it just worked out that way for the first four 😅 The plan is to post them during the weekend at 10:00CET

amor de mi vida / Rodrigo De Paul

give me love and compassion / Daniel Ricciardo

what if I love you? / Jordan Henderson

want you to be the last one I ever love / Darwin Núñez

Cuddling / Christian Erikson - Marcos Llorente - Antoine Griezmann

I thought I knew what love was (what did I know?) / Marcos Llorente

my mind finds peace (in the shade of you) / Kostas Tsimikas

kindness & gratitude / Virgil van Dijk

Surprising you at work / Andy Robertson

Own idea / Virgil van Dijk - Kostas Tsimikas