#rodrigo de paul fanfic

[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.

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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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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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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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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

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My first fanfic??

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

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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​

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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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players: Antoine Griezmann, Rodrigo De Paul words: 566 request: Anto / ofc / RDP - no pref - 250 - 500 words - The club is hosting an ugly Christmas jumper party and they decided to buy each other a jumper and somehow maybe end up with all three of them wearing matching ones? (also maybe some anxiety about going to the party as a throuple? But I'll leave that up to you)

this is a nice little warm up and jump into the future to give a glimpse of our little throttle that will be getting their very own series. As Anto would always say: enjoy.

The “situation” has been out in the open for a while now, but in such a way that only those who need to know are in the know. It wasn’t something the three of you were splashing across social media or stepping out in the streets of Madrid holding hands together while you skipped down the road, but it made things much easier to be able to navigate working together and enabled you to be clear and honest with everyone involved. 

And while both Antoine and Rodrigo had a truly awful Christmas jumper stashed at the back of their wardrobes for this exact event, you did not. Or at least that was what you’d told them in a bid to get out of wearing an ugly Christmas sweater and hoped you could go for something a little more classy while keeping up the festive colour scheme. 

“I think you do, you just don’t want to be caught dead in it.” Rodri had said, leaning against the door frame as he’d observed both you and Antoine while you both got dressed. Rodrigo was already kitted out in jeans and an ugly sweater that he was proudly showing off, but Antoine loitered in nothing more than a towel hanging low on his hips while he tried to decide if he wants to go down the casual route like Rodrigo, or with smart trousers and a blazer. 

“You wore something last year though,” The frenchman stated, a quizzical expression upon his face as he thought back to the previous year. He looked so adorable you wanted to pinch his cheeks.

“Obviously. I didn’t arrive naked, did I?” 

“Hilarious.” Antoine had purposely ruffled your hair, earning him a scathing look from you as you swatted his hand away before he could do more damage. 

“If you had, I might have proposed something like this sooner,” Rodrigo had laughed, gesturing between the three of you and you’d grinned at him via your reflection.

“Check the wardrobe,” Antoine ordered to Rodri before pointing a finger at you as he continued. “You’re not getting out of this. If I need to drive to the closest store for a last minute tatty sweater, I will.”

He hadn’t needed to, the threat had been enough to have you rummaging through your drawers to find the one that you’d stashed in there a few years ago, but not before you’d walked past him and pulled the towel from his waist. 

You’d walked in with your fingers linked with Rodri, while Antoine had lingered at your side, hand at the bottom of your back as he’d spoken animatedly to Koke. You’d wondered how long it would take for people to begin to notice that this was your official outing as a throuple but the elbows had started digging into foreign body parts almost immediately. It shouldn’t have made you laugh as much as it had, but to realise that all three of the jumpers bore a startling resemblance to the point where at first glance, it looked as though you were each in matching ones. 

And even though you hadn’t been sitting with them during the team meal, with them sitting together across several tables and everyone else on others, it felt good taking this first step in an official way. It may not be announced to the whole world, but it was to your whole world.

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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

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Parenting

Player: Rordigo De Paul Words: 931 Warnings: None, fluff, dad!Rodri A/N: For @footballffbarbiex, hope I did both him and parenting justice!

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She could feel a headache brewing as their 5-year-old gave Alexa the order to play “we don’t talk about Bruno”. 

Again. 

This would be what felt like the twentieth time in the last thirty minutes. 

“Sweet pea, how about a different song?” she gently suggested but her daughter shook her head. 

“No, mama. Bruno,” the little girl answered and cheered when the sound system her husband had installed started playing the song. She sighed and hung her head in defeat. 

Her head throbbed as she tried to drown out the noise, focussing on putting the glasses back in the cupboard and reloading the dishwasher with the rest of the dishes that hadn’t fit after last night’s dinner party. All she wanted was five minutes of relative quiet so she could get this done and then maybe finally sort that one drawer that had been bothering her for months now. Or maybe clean the kitchen windows which made her groan internally every time the sun highlighted how truly dirty they were. When their daughter requested Alexa to play the song again, she felt like if she didn’t get out, she’d snap. Grabbing her phone from the counter, she abandoned the clean dishes and hid herself away in the only available hiding spot this side of the kitchen —the pantry. She heaved a sigh of relief when the door closed and she could barely hear the Encanto soundtrack. Leaning against a shelf, she treated herself to some dried mango (but only because it was 10 in the morning and they’d run out of chocolate). She almost immediately felt guilty for hiding away and leaving her child unattended. Taking her phone, she opened the app of the camera they had gotten so they could check on the dog when they were away. Who would’ve thought it also worked for 5-year-olds? Resting her phone against a can of chickpeas, she grabbed another piece of dried mango and kept an eye on their daughter. 

He had been able to hear the music upstairs as he sorted the laundry and took a load out of the washing machine. Rodrigo couldn’t help but smile as the little voice of his daughter reached him, singing along at the top of her lungs. He hung the laundry to dry on the rack that hung in the staircase and made his way downstairs. He watched their daughter twirl around the living room with a loving smile and let his eyes wander to the kitchen where he had seen his wife last. Rodrigo furrowed his brow when he saw the abandoned glasses on the kitchen island and a pile of dirty plates on the counter but not his wife. 

He walked into the kitchen and on a whim decided to check the pantry first. As he opened the door, he caught his wife about to take a bite of some dried mango. Her arm froze mid-air and he could see how her cheeks heated up at being caught. 

“Hi,” she squeaked. Rodrigo let out a chuckle and closed the door behind him. 

“Hi yourself,” he replied, leaning against the shelf to her right

“Mango?” she said, holding out the bag to him. He laughed and took a piece, nodding his head in thanks. 

“Hiding are we?” he asked with a chuckle, taking a bite.

“Please save me your judgement, I feel bad enough as it is. It was either hide in here or shout at her. This feels like the least horrible/traumatising option,” she defended herself, nodding her head towards the propped up phone. Rodrigo pulled her closer, pressing a kiss against her temple as they watched their daughter perform to her heart’s content on the camera feed.

“I know mi vida, only teasing. I could hear her upstairs. How about I text the other dads in the squad and have a playdate at the park?” 

He felt her body relax against him, the guilt draining out of her. 

“That would be a lifesaver. If you could also uninstall Alexa, I will be forever grateful,” she muttered against the fabric of his shirt as she hid her face against his chest. Rodrigo laughed again, running a hand down her back as he sent a quick message in the WhatsApp group with the other. 

“I’ll talk to her about how often she can play the same song and see if we can create a playlist together with her favourite songs. At least then it’s not just the same song 50 times in a row,” he said, pocketing his phone. 

She tipped her head back, looking up at him. He met her eyes with a loving smile.

“You’re the best dad and best husband,” she said softly, reaching up for a quick peck. Rodrigo hummed appreciatively, tightening his arm around her as he kissed her back. They broke apart when they heard the door open.

“Can I have mango and cuddles too?” their daughter asked as she stood in the doorway. Rodrigo lifted her up, resting her on his hip. 

“How about we go play outside when you’ve finished your mango?” he asked her. The little girl nodded excitedly, mouth full of dried fruit. His wife mouthed a thank you as she put the bag back on the shelf. He smiled back at her. It hadn’t been easy in the beginning, and his travelling still made it impossible sometimes, but they had vowed that raising children would be a partnership and Rodrigo would do anything to make life easier for his wife -even if that meant going outside in the miserable Spanish winter. 

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find that girl (underneath the mistletoe) Parenting amor de mi vida

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I've been toying with this idea for a couple of days, but I think it could be fun to write a couple of fluffy fics for Valentine's Day

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Stealing their clothes

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find that girl (underneath the mistletoe)

Player: Rodrigo De Paul Words: 1586 Warnings: None Request: Mistletoe - they've both had a crush on one another for far too long but neither have admitted it. they're at a party before they go their separate ways for christmas and while there, one person (a friend or teammate) goes around with mistletoe and suddenly they're under it and …

For @footballffbarbiex, merry Christmas!

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Every year the club hosted a Christmas party right after the last game before the winter stop. From the moment she joined the club as a team physio, she had been included in the invitation. This year, Koke and Saúl had pulled out all the stops for an ugly christmas jumper party. She looked around the room, taking in all the decorations. The room looked unrecognisable as the dining hall. There were fake Christmas trees everywhere, decked with multicoloured lights and baubles in all the colours of the rainbow. They had even hung glittery snowflakes from the ceiling. As her eyes scanned the crowd to see if she could find her best friend, she spotted the Argentinian players arriving. Her heart started beating faster when she saw him among them. Rodrigo De Paul. He was dressed in a deep red jumper with white lettering on the front and his jeans clung to his thighs. She couldn’t tell what the jumper said from across the room, but she had a feeling it would play into the playboy label the press had given him. Suffice to say he looked good. Then again, the man could wear a bin bag and still look like a runway model. 

“Here,” her best friend said, giving her a glass of wine, “you look like you need it.” She felt her cheeks heat up and muttered a thanks before taking a large sip. 

“Have you ever told him?” Noa asked, causing her to choke on her wine.

“Careful there,” Marcos said as he turned around, patting her on the back.

She took a deep breath and nodded, still coughing but throwing a glare at Noa. 

“I’ll take that as a no,” Noa said with a grin. 

“Told who what?” Marcos asked, brows knitted together in confusion. She stared at her best friend, silently pleading with her not to say a word. Noa grinned back at her.

“It’s a physio inside joke, you wouldn’t get it,” Noa replied. Marcos looked at them for a moment, but decided to leave the matter alone. 

He took a swig from his beer as his eyes scanned the room. His heart skipped a beat when he saw her. She looked great in her gold sparkly flared trousers and christmas jumper. Her hair was pulled back in two space buns adorned with more sparkles. Rodrigo felt his lips tug up in a smile as he watched her with her friends. She threw her head back with laughter at a joke Marcos had made, her hand resting on his arm. Jealousy flared up in him, making him tighten the grip on his beer bottle.

“He has a girlfriend already. And it’s not her,” Antoine said as he walked past him. Rodrigo felt a pang of shame at getting caught staring at her.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” Rodrigo muttered, taking another sip.

“Sure. You just stare like a lovesick puppy at every woman you meet,” Antoine commented sarcastically. Rodrigo hung his head. He hadn’t meant for it to be that obvious. He thought he had been quite inconspicuous with his feelings for her which had only gotten stronger over the last year or so. Oh, who was he kidding. He’d had a crush on her from the moment he saw her when he joined the club two years ago and Diego had shown him around the facilities.

“Come on Romeo,” Antoine pulled him from his thoughts, “group photo time!” 

He let Antoine drag him over to the other side of the room. He felt a body collide into his so he instinctively wrapped an arm around them to steady them. When he looked down, he looked into her face. 

“S-sorry. Noa pushed a-and-..” 

“It’s okay,” Rodrigo interrupted her, squeezing her to reassure her. She smiled up at him before moving to look at the camera. Rodrigo couldn’t move his eyes from her. Now that he was standing next to her, he could see that she was wearing a green jumper with all the jingle ladies on it in gold and three reindeer dressed as Beyonce. She’d even matched her eyeliner with a sparkly gold wing. 

“Alright everyone, smile for the camera!” the photographer said as he snapped a couple of photos.

“Oh would you look at that,” Antoine said from behind him, stretching an arm above them. Rodrigo looked, seeing what he was holding in his outstretched arm. 

“Hijo de puta,” he muttered when he spotted the mistletoe. Antoine just grinned at him.

“You gotta kiss her, those are the rules,” Marcos said with a wicked grin. She looked from his face to their group of friends and back at him. She bit her lip and quickly kissed him on his cheek, standing on her tiptoes to reach him.

“Na ah, that doesn’t count as a kiss!” Antoine said. Rodrigo was sure his heart would both stop beating and jump out of his chest all at once. His stomach was doing somersaults as he looked at her, his arm still around her waist. 

“It’s fine if you don’t want to, they’re just teasing and being idiots,” she said, smiling at him. Rodrigo noticed how it didn’t reach her eyes. Why did she look so… so disappointed at the prospect of him not wanting to kiss her? That made absolutely no sense. Unless… A glimmer of hope sparked through him. 

“But what if I want to?” he asked, hoping he sounded a lot more sure of himself than he felt.

“Want to what?” He could see the confusion in her eyes. His stomach did another flip while his heart hammered against his ribs.

“Kiss you,” he murmured, leaning down to brush his lips against hers. The sound of his teammates cheering and wolf whistling faded to nothing as he kissed her. He felt her tense up against him and he was about to pull back, apologise and run for the hills, when he felt her relax in his arms and kiss him back. Rodrigo pulled her closer, resting one hand against her cheek. She let out a soft whiny noise that went straight to his groin as he deepened the kiss. 

“Please tell me I’m not making this up,” she said, burying her face in his chest after they broke the kiss to catch their breath. She felt his chuckle vibrate in his chest and peeked to look at him again.

“I could kiss you again just to make sure,” he said, his smile evident in his voice. She nodded, hiding her face in his jumper again. He lifted her head with a finger under her chin and brushed his lips against hers once more. Her eyes fluttered closed and her hands grabbed at his jumper. She felt him lick against her lips, seeking entrance. She could taste the beer on his tongue. Wanting to feel closer, she rose up on her tiptoes, moving one hand from his jumper to his neck, running her fingers through the short hair at the nape of his neck. He let out a low moan, moving one of his hands lower to just above her bum. Rodrigo broke the kiss, but kept his hand there. 

“Still think you’re making it up?” he asked her with a cheeky grin. She bit her lip, shaking her head.

“Good,” he murmured, “God, you have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to kiss you like this.” 

“Two years!” Antoine called from somewhere behind her. “He’s been in love with y- ow! Jan!” 

She turned to see Antoine pouting and rubbing his arm where Jan had presumably punched him. 

“Stop meddling, Griezmann,” the goal keeper chastised him. She turned to look at Rodrigo when the realisation of what Antoine had tried to say hit her.

“Wait… You-.. You’ve been.. For two years? How…” she trailed off, not finishing any of her sentences. She saw a blush staining his cheeks and she was sure that if he hadn’t had his arms still wrapped around her, he’d be fidgeting with the hem of his sleeve. 

“I uh,” he started, not quite meeting her eyes, “I’ve had the biggest crush on you ever since I first saw you. Just never had the courage to tell you..” 

She couldn’t stop staring. This had to be some kind of joke. How had she not seen it? Now it made sense why he would always pop in with her favourite Starbucks drink or for a chat. 

“Oh my God, I am so stupid. I was too busy not tripping over myself every time you walked into the room to notice that all this time you felt the same way,” she said, burying her face in his chest again. 

“The same way?” he repeated slowly. Rodrigo usually prided himself in being quick, he had to be as a midfielder, but right now he was lost. 

“Oh my God, you two are even worse than I thought,” Noa exclaimed, “She’s been in love with you probably just as long as you’ve been with her. The only two people who didn’t know were you two.” 

“So we decided to help a little,” Marcos added. 

“Don’t say we never give you anything brother,” Antoine said, his trademark grin in place.

“A headache. You give me headaches,” Rodrigo deadpanned. He could swear he heard Jan mutter welcome to the club under his breath. 

“And a girlfriend!” Antoine added cheerfully. Rodrigo had to give him that. Out of all the Secret Santa gifts, this might be the best one yet. 

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