#rodrigo de paul x reader

[footballffbarbiex]

Kink Bingo

I'm super excited to be writing these and get stuck into a naughtier side of smut - a side that you've asked for more of! My kink bingo card is as below. If you want one of your own, let me know.

face sitting - Lewis Hamilton

breeding kink - Lewis Hamilton

sub!player - Charles Leclerc

cnc - Antoine Griezmann / Ruben Loftus-Cheek

praise kink - Darwin Nunez

squirting - Lewis Hamilton

anal - Rodrigo De Paul x reader x Teammate

plus size - Virgil van Dijk / Kevin De Bruyne

sex worker (web cam / escort / OF / glamour model etc) - Charles Leclerc

mirrors - Joe Gomez

toys - Rodrigo De Paul

restraints - Kostas Tsimikas

pegging - Antoine Griezmann

knife play - Antoine Griezmann

f/m/f - Joe Gomez

mutual masturbation - Ruben Dias

glory hole - Oscar mingueza 

voyeurism - Dominik Szoboszlai

asphyxiation - Dominik Szoboszlai

cheating - Rodrigo De Paul

role play - Rodrigo De Paul

cream pies - Dominik Szoboszlai

Size Kink -  Dusan Vlahovic

switch - Leon Goretzka

dress up - Antoine Griezmann

[footballerimaginess]

Red Carpet

would love to see attending their first red carpet as a couple with Rodrigo De Paul 😊 Requested by @percervall Word Count: 186 "Why am I so nervous, this feels all a bit surreal" you whispered as you were getting out of the car. "It's normal, you look incredible though" he smiled as he took his large hands into yours. "Thank you, I am so nervous" you muttered again as you made your way onto the red carpet as you watched as all the cameras flashed. "It will be fine, stop panicking. You look hot so the cameras will love us" you blushed as you walked on the carpet. "Rodrigo, this way" the camera crew all shouted at you both whilst you both posed for photos. "That wasn't as nervous as I was expecting" you laughed as you walked to the film premiere. "Aww you did amazing, you should be proud of yourself because you look just so amazing out there" He smiled as he gently pressed a kiss on your lips. "Thank you Rodders, let's go and watch this film. Do they do snacks? I am so hungry" you asked him. "Maybe, you are always thinking of your stomach aren't you" he smirked. "Maybe I am" you giggled.

[percervall]

you're gonna have to go on vibes to make a decision

will post the fic this Sunday at 10:00CET

[footballandfics]

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

[youkissedareaderinthedark]

Part of It

Synopsis: Y/n has been the social media manager for the Argentina National Team for a few months now. She’s unofficially everyone’s favorite employee

young fem argentine reader x platonic argentina national football team

A/N: this fic will be regarding the entire team, but it will mainly feature: Alvarez, Fernandez, Molina, Garnacho, Messi, and De Paul, because those are the players I know the best.

more a/n: also please don’t be surprised if some of the info in this fic is false and the players are ooc, im not based in argentina so I could easily get a lot of these things wrong

. so

. for as long as you can remember, the only thing you’ve loved more than playing football is being behind a camera

. as a kid whenever you weren’t on the pitch itself, you were recording your teammates and friends, creating their own personal highlight reels

. and like every other kid in Argentina, you spent your entire childhood playing football

. but it wasn’t until you were a teenager when you started to discover your love for camera work

. it started when a teammate of yours asked you to record something for social media, initially as a joke

. but then the video got a couple hundred views, and you quickly began to love the feeling of creating something people can visually enjoy

. your teenage years were filled with football and videography

. then by the time your senior year came around, you knew you wanted to by apart of both scenes however you could in the future

. leading to your commitment to Cordoba National University with a major in communication and media studies

. you graduate in 2021, and spend a few weeks looking for jobs

. then you find Cordoba fc and their opening for a new social marketing manager

. you get hired within two weeks of applying as a social media manager

. because the Cordoba community is pretty small, you can spend a lot of time getting to know the players and the fans really well

. you learn a lot there, as it’s your first work experience for a professional football club

. you work there till the end of sepetmber/mid october, because through a few of your co-workers, you learn that Central Cordoba has an opening for social media manager

. which of course, you applied to and by the end of November, you’re part of the Central Cordoba staff

. it was a lot of fun; hanging out with players, befriending other staff, traveling with the team, and obviously, managing their social media

. you prove to be extremely efficient there, bringing in thousands of new fans

. which builds your reputation as an employee a lot

. and suddenly, you’re getting offers for different clubs around argentina

. only 1 stands out to you though

. Argentina’s national team offer

. because apparently, due to the world cup occurring at the end of the year, the communications directors wanted more publicity before the competition

. you obviously reply back, and a few weeks later you’re invited to their headquarters for an interview

. at first, you didn’t think you got the job because it took a while to hear back from the directors

. but then you wake up to yet another email waiting for you

. and you are officially argentina’s social media manager

. your first day is technically in april

. but you don’t meet any of the players until the end of that month

. you didn’t even know you were gonna meet the players that day so you were severely unprepared

. one moment you were making coffee with your co workers

. then lionel messi walks in beside rodrigo de paul

. they caught you by surprise

. both of them were really nice though

. you eventually learn that they all are

. your job mainly consists of filming the team together and managing the their social media accounts

. this is how you get to know each of the players

. you click with julian the most at first because of the age similarity

. he becomes your best friend within your first week

. any meetings that the both of you are included in are spent sitting on opposite sides of the room because you were told your friendship is “a disturbance to the work environment”

. you guys make it up by being attached to the hip before and after practices though

. a third of your camera roll is funny candid’s of julian

. you guys are bus seat partners and make fun out of annoying the other guys

. enzo is another close friend of yours

. you guys are always gossiping about something

. “did you hear about the new intern?”

. “apparently, somebody was found with somebody else in the break room after the meeting last week”

. “I swear he wasn’t even sick that one time, he was just at a party the night before”

. he tries to convince you to dye your hair like him

. and when you refuse, he lets you make up for it by helping him tone in

. you guys are always laughing together, no matter what the situation is

. you and molina have such a playful relationship

. you’re always making fun of him for no real reason

. he’s just trying to defend himself

. you do it for all of them, but his birthday photo dump is always the worst

. you two are always wandering around headquarters, looking for either someone to bother or something to entertain yourselves

. it always ends it great content though

. you have a soft spot for alejandro

. mostly because he has a crush on you and tries to play it off

. but you’ve known since the first few times of hanging out with him

. when you’re filming concent for the argentina pages, you’ll see alejandro trying to show off at least three times a video

. you find it hilarious

. the other guys tease him relentlessly for it

. you two are still good friends regardless

. he tries to be protective of you even though he’s literally four years younger than you

. again, you find it hilarious

. and he always gets shit from the other players

. leo is such a dad to you it’s funny

. he was so nice the first time you met him, and after that he unofficially adopted you as a daughter

. even though he’s only like 13 years older than you

. shows his care in small ways

. making sure you never get hit with a ball when you’re sitting in to a practice

. coming into your office when you’re both in headquarters to check on you

. making sure you’re safe when you’re traveling with the team

. whether it be just assigning another player to look after you or a whole ass bodyguard

. also protecting you from de paul

. because even though rodrigo acts as a bodyguard to both you and leo, he still likes to mess with you a lot

. he’s like an older brother to you

. super playful

. always teasing you

. agreesive type of love

. this is where messi comes in again

. insisting he puts you down and lets you do your job

. rodri also tries to convince you to get tattoos

. honestly that’s a whole team thing

. playful peer pressure is real there

. anyway

. you, julian, and enzo are such a trio

. getting up to the most random shit in other countries after games

. you guys were two seconds away from jumping into a canal in italy

. but then here comes leo

. scolding you guys like his children

. and sending you back to the hotel

. also, you have a jersey from almost every player on the team because before you got your own jersey, you always just picked someone random to wear on game days

. but then rodri started frowning when he saw you in julian’s jersey because apparently, you hadn’t worn his shirt in a few games

. and now you have a separate drawer just for jerseys

. oh and the world cup

. that was so fun for you

. traveling with the team to qatar

. hanging out in stadiums during practice, half upset because it felt like a million degrees

. but half in awe because holy shit you’re in qatar for the world cup

. you’re on the edge of your seat for every game

. the final almost killed you

. you were almost crying on the bench next to the other staff

. totally worth it though

. you started sobbing when montiel made the last penalty kick

. because you knew these guys, you knew how much they wanted it, how much they deserved it

. it was a mess of hugs and tears after that

. julian grins into your shoulder in a hug

. rodri tackled you

. enzo is basically jumping up and down with excitement

. you don’t think you’ll ever see alejandro that happy again

. you and molina are crying together

. and messi gives you the biggest hug

. it’s so fun celebrating with the team

. spraying champange with gonzalo

. singing along to music with paulo

. dancing around with lautaro

. and coming back to argentina after that

. seeing all the fans in buenos aires, looking around and seeing argentine pride everywhere

. surreal

. there’s definitely no feeling like it

. which is why you’re so sad when it’s time to go back to your clubs

. you came to an agreement with central cordoba to go back and work for them during the argentine league

. then coming back to the national team when it called

. so you can’t wait for next season

[didishawn]

I dreamed the night with something similar and would like to place a request: Rodrigo de Paul comments on his storie praising his body, Yn shows Pedri and this becomes a confusion during Barcelona x Atletico de Madrid. The stress of the game becomes violent sex after the match. forgiveness for English translated by Google

saludos desde Brasil ❤️🥺✊🏻

Dios, como amo a Rodri

Cuidado con el 7 (Pedri x Reader) smut

Warnings: misunderstandings, Rodri de Paul vs Pedri, smut, rough, fights, maybe some DE Paul x Reader, there could be a part 2 with the three of them if anyone wants it

Masterlist

"Pero bueno, que cuerpazo, ¿no?" that is all it takes for Pedri to turn to you with an alerted look, you are just lazily laying on the coach on your phone. (oh well, what a great body, hm?)

He recognises the voice, of course he does, one of your greatest friends, World Cup champion, Rodrigo de Paul doing such comments towards his girlfriend, she giggles.

He scoffs, you pause the story and turn to him "¿Todo bien, Pepi?" (everything good, Pepi?)

He doesn't answer, rolling his eyes.

You shrug your shoulders, you guess he is another one of his moods, you keep on watching your friend's story.

"Madre mía, que maravilla, que rica que estás, boluda, no se como no te probe antes" (my goodness, how wonderful, you are so delicious, girl, I don't know how I didn't taste you before)

The weird man talks like that to the asado he shows off on the next story, the definition of food porn, you tell him just that and he answers inmediatly, starting an even weirder conversation.

Pedri passes by you, frowning as he looks the name of the Argentinian man on your screen, but doesn't stop to read.

That night, he fucks you hard.

Your brain hasn't really catched up on everything that has happened on the last couple of hours.

Atlético de Madrid vs Barcelona, one of your dear friends against your boyfriend. Everything during the game went good, Barça won and you were happy for Pedri, you went down to meet him, maybe even see Rodri.

You saw the two men, facing each other, Pedri looks mad, Rodri confused.

"¿Pero que os pasa?" you ask, they both turned to you. (what is going on?)

"Decime vos. A mi me vino tu noviecito a preguntarme qué por qué coqueteo con vos y que si habíamos chapado" Rodri explained, you turned to Pedri, wide eyed. (you tell me. Your little boyfriend came to me to ask why I flirt you and if we have fucked)

"Pedri! ¿Qué cojones?" (what the fuck?)

"¡Escuche como te lo decía!" (I heard him tell you that!)

"Así por saber, ¿decir que?" you asked (just so I know, say what?)

"Que tenías un cuerpazo, que que rica estas y que no sabe como no te probó antes" (that you have a great body, that you are so delicious and that he doesn't know how he didn't taste you before)

Rodri laughted out "Naah, pará, esto es buenísimo" he turned to you "¿Se lo decís vos o se lo digo yo?" (noo, stop, this is great. ¿Do you tell him or do I do it? )

Yours and Rodri's explanations were not enough to cease Pedri's jealousy, so now wonder how you are here, body against the door in some janitor's closet, Pedri fucking you, hard and fast from behind. He enjoys it, really, so do you, having your boyfriend's hard cock almost destroying your insides.

"Te parecerá bonito, ponerme celoso con ese amiguito tuyo" he groans into your ear, just being inside of you makes him want to cum. "Pero tú sabes que solo yo te puedo follar así como te gusta" (real pretty, making me jealous with that friend of yours. But you know only I can fuck you how you like)

There are marks on your neck, deep purple bite marks, your ass red from the slap of his hips against it, his fingers are marked on your fingers.

You feel his balls hit you, your hands against the door, so is your face as you try to muffle the sounds coming from your mouth, you are a whining mess, groaning, moaning and grunting. His fingers almost hurt your clit, yet all you can feel is pleasure as he plays with it.

Your juices go down your thighs, you have already cummed in so little time, there is no way you have been at it longer than twenty minutes, you can still hear some shouts from players on the back. You really hope Gavi is not waiting for you.

"Lo adoras, ¿no? Que te folle aquí cuando cualquiera nos puede encontrar, deseando que tu amigo el campeoncito pueda ver a quien le perteneces" (you love it, don't you? That I fuck you here when anyone can find us, wishing your little champion friend can see who you belong to)

"Pedri!"

"Shhh, de verdad no quieres que nos escuchen, ¿hm?" (shhh, you really don't want anyone to hear, hm?)

You hake your head, but even you in your hazed mind know that anyone who passes by will know what is going on in the closet as Pedri's hard thrusts have the door rustling.

The stimulation on your clit, the hard thrusts, the kisses, his hands, him, finally pushes you over the edge, you cum once more around him, your walls once more tightening on him for what must have been the third time.

He groans into your ears, his release finding it's way deep inside you, you are so full of him, he pants, the two of you are truly breathless, he kisses your cheek.

The two of you walk out together, hand in hand, you can see Rodri from afar, he waves at you with an ample smile, winking an eye, Pedri's grips tightens on your grip.

Mierda, shit - you think

This is not over, you are sure of that.

[fiinalgiirls]

GENERAL INFORMATION.

full name - luz esperanza fuentes dedios nicknames - none gender / pronouns - she/her date of birth - august 12, 1990 place of birth - yakima, washington citizenship / ethnicity - american, irish, mexican religion - catholic socioeconomic status / political affiliation - working class; liberal. marital status - single, though may depend on verse. sexual & romantic orientation - bisexual. education / occupation - phd in bioarchaeology ( in progress ) languages - spanish, english, asl

FAMILY INFORMATION.

parents - dolores fuentes dedios and donald kennedy ( deceased ) siblings - jose fuentes dedios ( missing ) offspring - nayeli guadalupe esparza fuentes pets / other - none notable extended family - stepmother, linda ( married to dolores )

PHYSICAL INFORMATION.

faceclaim - lindsey morgan hair color / eye color - brown, brown. height / build - 5′6″ / athletic tattoos / piercings - earlobes x 2. a stick and poke ‘mi vida loca’ three dots on her hand from middle school. distinguishable features - big beautiful eyes and a muscular frame.

MEDICAL INFORMATION.

medical history - none. known allergies - none. visual impairment / hearing impairment - none. nicotine use / drug use / alcohol use - alcohol and marijuana on rare occasion.

PERSONALITY.

traits - tenacious, brave, compassionate ; juvenile, sensitive tropes - the ace, tomboyish ponytail, disappeared dad, brainy brunette, badass adorable. temperament - choleric alignment - chaotic good celtic tree zodiac - hazel, the knower mbti - enfp hogwarts house - gryffindor vice / virtue - envy / diligence likes / dislikes - sneakers, color-coded lecture notes, abuelita hot cocoa, basketball season, joggers, showering at the gym and stashing a gym bag in the back of her car, tamales with her mother in christmastime, la virgen de guadalupe /  people who look down on others, dudes at the gym, science deniers, thunderstorms, sorting the recycling. quote - “i aim to be lion hearted, but my hands still shake and my voice isn’t quite loud enough.”

FAVORITES.

food - lucky charms or tacos al pastor drink - cafe au lait with cinnamon sprinkled on top pizza topping - pepperoni and olives with tabasco color - red / orange music - hip hop / r&b books - partner to the poor by paul farmer, parable of the sower / parable of the talents by octavia butler movies - friday, resident evil, black panther curse word - goddamn scents - mole on the stove, old spice deodorant

BIOGRAPHY,

trigger warning ⋯ death, apocalyptic themes, divorce

AEGEAN BRONZE AGE ( 3,000-2,000 BCE )

when luz is small, she hears the story of her birth a thousand times. she can recite it by heart. it is a perfect day in may and her mother dolores has been walking for days, tired of carrying around a belly so swollen with life that she is certain she could fit her own body inside of it. it has been five months since dolores has seen her husband and she does not think he’ll ever come home from some godforsaken war across the sea. the truth is that he never does–not even for his only daughter. donald kennedy dies alone on the same day his daughter luz takes her first breath after an arduous labor in the back of an ambulance on the way from pioneer park to saint mary medical center.

dolores tells the story as if she was in both places at once. at her husband’s side as a fatal bullet cut him down like a blade of grass and holding her own hand as she pushed and screamed on the rigid gurney. luz thinks that her mother must see everything. it is that childhood belief that protects her from the troubles that follow her cousins like black cats and shadows. it’s different as an only child, she knows that her mother has only one person in the whole wide world and she must live up to her mother’s need to be whole.

next door, the abandoned house sits behind a chain link fence. dozens of stone animals litter the yard and porch and it becomes young luz’s playground. she digs in the dirt, unburying hidden treasures and her cousins laugh and call her indiana jones. the book of greek myths her father left behind is never far from her mind and even as a small girl, luz knows she will walk in the colosseum and excavate along the mediterranean.

school is easy for luz who is an avid reader and an energetic learner. she quickly earns playful jeering from her cousins for being a pocha as she works hard to fit in. despite focusing on student government and basketball, luz is well regarded among her peers. she is the kind of girl that makes it hard not to like–an easy going, laid back girl with a jock’s ponytail and a sharp wit. the girl is made for something great and her mother works tirelessly to afford uniforms and ap textbooks. luz fuentes dedios is going somewhere.

dolores finds love again while luz is in middle school. linda is a woman like no other and she tends to her own son, jose, lovingly. he is a few years luz’s senior and goes to a charter school in oregon for the deaf, but they become as thick as thieves. the pair shoot hoops every weekend that jose’s in town and the little family feels more like home than it ever did before.

MINOAN PALATIAL PERIOD ( 2,600-1,400 BCE )

it’s not the dream she had far away in the esteemed halls of colleges like cambridge, oxford, or harvard. no, whitman college–so named for the whitman incident in which a missionary is forced to pay for his crimes and yet is remembered as the white hero–is just down the street from her modest childhood home. it’s strange, then, how different of a world it seems to her. the liberal arts college is not the place she belongs as she did in high school. it’s an entirely different world. she works in the cafeteria to offset the costs her scholarships don’t cover, plays basketball for the team, and has dinner with her mother every sunday if not more. it’s not a bad life.

the classroom and court are the places where luz feels like she can really be herself. pieces of her are lost in conversations among classmates that she does not relate to and she plunges herself head first into work and family, which is the most she’s ever known. when she finds her true calling, she’s paralyzed–they don’t offer a major in bioarchaeology. with the help of a couple of advisors, she makes her own–blending anthropology, biology, geology, and chemistry together in a blissful salve that mends even the deepest wounds gained in the thirst to prove that she can be everything her mother needs. her sacrifices will not be for nothing.

when she graduates, luz feels a whirlwind sense of accomplishment. she is accepted to field school in crete where she can study the minoan and mycenaean cultures to her heart’s content. it is there she develops her fascination with bones and death and focuses her interest on funerary archaeology–a subject she will study at length at the university of tennessee’s bioarchaeology doctoral program. she can sometimes hear her father calling her and she knows that she must reunite the dead with their loved ones.

THE HEROIC AGE ( 1,600-1,100 BCE )

on a quiet, hot summer night she falls in love with another doctoral student a few years her senior. they drink raki and let the waves and sand massage their weary feet. they return to tennessee and luz feels her stomach swelling with the prospect of life. rodrigo is a warm heart and though he is not prepared for fatherhood he takes to it, like he does with most things, with gusto. if there is apprehension in her heart it is quelled by the worry in her mother’s voice through the telephone lines–please tell me you are going to marry him, mija.luz fuentes dedios has never broken her mother’s heart.

nayeli guadalupe esparza is born, much like her mother, on a summer’s day and is named for rodrigo and luz’s grandmothers. luz holds her so tight that rodrigo is afraid she might break her. the young parents find that they love nayeli enough that it doesn’t matter if they love each other half as much. it won’t be long before they find out that they don’t love one another at all anymore.

weddings and motherhood do not stop a determined woman. luz knows that women have always persevered more obstacles than their male peers and she is determined to not let her dreams fall by the wayside. their lives are not easy–both spend long hours teaching and learning while preparing their own research. dolores moves from walla walla, selling their home by the house with the stone animal statues, the train tracks and the cornfield–which is now a burger king and a dollar tree. she does sewing and odd jobs while she cares for her granddaughter naya with her chubby cheeks and bright brown eyes.

in their final years, the couple move to crete to finish their research in the field. both grow tired of working, living, and raising a daughter together and the break-up is messy. nayeli is five years old when they realize they can no longer make their relationship work and when the grant money runs out, luz is forced to return to the united states to finish her doctoral thesis with no funding and no job prospects. rodrigo stays on at the research center and there is no arguing that naya is better off living with a parent who can provide for her. luz is crestfallen.

a friend from field school hits her up one lonely afternoon in tennessee where luz is drowning her sorrows in the bottom of a tequila bottle. melissa has focused her interests on the early settlements of nebraska and has secured a lovely grant investigating cave systems out of omaha. dolores agrees to move with her daughter into a two-bedroom apartment in the nebraskan city.

in her spare time, luz works on her own thesis, but pays for it with melissa’s paid post-doc position. the exploration reinvigorates her and she remembers how to breathe again. it’s hard to wake up everyday without braiding her daughter’s soft curls and listening to a giggling tale of the girl’s dreams from the night before. she misses greece and, on her worst days, she thinks she might even miss rodrigo.

THE MYCENAEAN PERIOD  ( 1,300-1,000 BCE )

as things fall apart in europe, so does the spite behind the custody battle. luz has a stable income and home once again and, more than that, she has family and routine. rodrigo grows worried that the reports of sickness are more than just coincidence and as his anger melts it is replaced with guilt from having kept a daughter from a mother he knows would rip apart the moon itself for her. the phone sits warm in his hand after choking up and breaking down with luz on the other line, he sends his little girl to stay with her mother with the promise to move himself to omaha to finish his thesis when the research portion is complete. he never walks on u. s. soil again, but naya does.

the airport seems like a warzone when luz picks up her daughter, finally reunited she seems so much older in such a short span of time. they quickly settle into a routine, but as the time between phone calls from rodrigo grows, so does the sinking pit in her stomach. something is wrong in the world and it is spreading. some nights dolores wakes the apartment up wit nightmares about satan devouring the world and she says her mouth is full of sand. luz knows in her bones that something is slithering its way to devour their new found happiness and she feels helpless to stop it.

AFTER DECEMBER 25th, 2017,

DARK AGE OF GREECE ( 1,100-700 BCE )

even in the dead of winter, luz is driven into the snow by melissa’s work. a bootlegger’s cave on the edge of private farming property is in danger of flooding when the snows melt after irrigation plans by the owner have broken ground. they have a weekend to explore the caves and collect data before the owner completes the project and fills in the entrance and exit. with the stirrings and rumors of an epidemic, luz is reluctant to leave naya, dolores, and linda alone for a weekend, but her mother insists that the pair will do just fine.

they set off, three women and two men into the bowels of a harsh december, beneath dirt harder than stone. melissa takes point with dave, juan, and sarah close behind. luz and emily follow behind, both reluctant to disappear in the dank darkness disguised by pure fallen snow. while blood spills on christmas day red against the crystalline white, luz is not with her mothers and daughter making tamales and setting out milk and cookies for santa claus. instead she is regretting her commitment to her friendship while shivering in a seemingly endless bootleggers cave that had, more or less, proven to be a wash.

it’s not four hours in when dave, who had been looking sickly and pale since the beginning of the trip–and as luz suspected, had been vomiting up his dinner as he started to trail behind even emily–collapses over onto himself. luz had been avoiding him since they set out because he had seemed cagey and aggressive. unwilling to leave a man behind, emily and juan work to make an impromptu stretcher to bring him out while sarah stays faithfully by his side.

as he worsens, dave throws a scraggly punch at sarah and scratches the side of her cheek. inside the cave, screams are muffled and fear is suffocating. luz’s heart beats against her ear drums so loud that she worries they might burst. as they push forward in the cave system, melissa assures them that the exit is closer than the entrance, but dave rapidly deteriorates and sarah seems to be growing weaker now too. melissa is headstrong and determined that the trip not be in vain, but as the pair worsen, everyone agrees they must send someone for help. emily and juan stay behind with sarah and dave, while melissa luz head for the exit.

half an hour longer of walking has melissa and luz feeling no closer to the exit than before when the screams start behind them–magnified in volume by the cavernous acoustics of the bootlegger’s path. melissa and luz both want to check on their friends, but something primal within them tells them they must push forward and not backward. there are some sounds that, no matter how brave or kind a person is, will make you run.

it’s not a straight shot to the exit and the climb slows them down as their pursuer seems to keep a constant speed. there is the distinct sound of something wet against the cave floor; each thud makes her stomach turn. as they grow closer to the exit, she realizes that she does not hear melissa’s footfalls falling evenly behind her and turns as her friend calls out in surprise ‘dave, my god–’ as luz watches on, paralyzed by fear she is a stalagmite more than a woman.

when melissa lets out a hearty scream as dave bites into her throat, luz rushes to meet them and shoves dave to the ground. he is unrelenting and the face she can hardly make out in the darkness barely looks human. he doesn’t stop until she shoves her hand trowel through the back of his neck. it startles her how easily the blade slides through flesh. when her breathing regulates, she stands and finds melissa is dead on the ground.

THE GEOMETRIC PERIOD ( 900-700 BCE )

the drive back to town takes hours against the chaotic traffic and abandoned cars. hell rains down on omaha, nebraska like ash on the city of pompeii and the ground below even seems to shake with the force of mount vesuvius. all luz can think of is getting home to her mother and daughter and she curses herself for having ever listened to melissa in the first place. some stupid nsa sponsored project cost the lives of their entire research crew and maybe dolores and naya’s too. luz promises god that she will never put work before family again.

when she finally reaches their home, luz is horrified that the chaos outside has slithered its way into a home that still smells faintly of pork and chile california. there is blood sprayed across every surface of every room and dolores is nowhere to be found. clumsily formed letters spell out in blood on the kitchen wall by the calendar with little cats on it ‘lo sie–’ as an unfinished goodbye. naya does not come when called and luz collapses upon her daughter’s small bed–breathing in the smell of her as she sobs, unable to catch her breath.

beneath her desperate gasps for breath, she hears the small whine of a young girl from the closet door. behind it, naya emerges from her modest mountain of stuffed animals and screams when she sees her mother. the two fall into each other’s arms and then they fall apart. when the dust has cleared, luz packs bags for them both, says a prayer for her mother’s spirit ( wherever it may be ), and sets out in the path of a safe place. she finds that in the charles b. washington library, but for how long–only time will tell.

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Ghost Stories

Footballer Imaginess Does Halloween Rodrigo De Paul Word Count: 303 Halloween night was here, there was a chill in the air as you both were cuddled up under a blanket as the candles were lit. It was lovely and dark, just having a relaxing evening. "Have you ever heard of the ghost story from around here?" Rodrigo asked you. "Hmm no, I don't believe I have?" you hesitated not entirely sure whether you wanted to hear this story or not. "In Madrid there was always this rumour of there being a ghost in one of the villages. An old couple lived in this one area for years, they never left and still to this day the previous owners said it was haunted" you nodded. "If you ever went near it as a child you had to run away as quickly as possible as you didn't want the curse that came with that house" you laughed, slightly creeped out. "That sounds gross, what was so scary about them?" you asked Rodrigo as he got comfy in his chair. "We don't really know much about the people who lived there, but they never moved from that house and only stayed in for years. People could hear noises every time they walked past it" that sent a shiver down your spine as Rodrigo leaned forward and tickled you. "Nooo Rodders, go leave it" you laughed. "I say we should go see that house, it would scare you so much" Rodrigo smirked. "No I don't want to go there, it sounds so scary and I am not sure if I'll be sleeping now" you pulled a face as Rodrigo smirked. "I'll be beside you, you can fall asleep it will be just fine" He whispered as he kissed your lips. "Sounds perfect, but if you start making weird noises I won't be very happy" you teased Rodrigo.

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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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aka the justice for Danny poll

Again, no premise only vibes! The fic will be posted 3/9 at 10:00CET

(I hope @monzamash and @moneyymaseyy can forgive me if this poll screws them over again)

[footballerimaginess]

30 Day Challenge My daily challenge with prompts, these fics will not be tagged only if they were requested by an account and they’ll be under 500 words.�� 29. Telling your family about him Rodrigo De Paul Word Count: 179 You were over at your family home for dinner. "So, how is your love life?" your grandma asked you, causing you to blush. "Erm, good" you smiled as everyone eyes widened shocked by this potential revelation. "Have you got a boyfriend and not told us?" they gasped. "Maybe" you let out a nervous laugh. "What? and now you are only telling us, I can't believe this. So, we need details?" you laughed as you grabbed your phone as you knew they would want to see photos of him. "This is Rodrigo" you showed a cute picture of the pair of you. They all cooed and awwed at the two of you. "Thank you, I am happy and that is all that matters" You grinned as she gave you a cuddle. "I am incredibly happy for you, I won't ask for too many details but as long as you are happy and in a good place that is all that matters" all the girls surround you in a tight squeeze. "Thank you so much, that means a lot" you smiled.

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song blurb poll

This will be the final poll for a while and will also decide the posting order of the last few requests I have already written. I'm about to start a new job and, while I am excited to start even if it is only for a few weeks, I have no idea how much it will kick my ass so writing will have to take a backseat for now. The fics will be posted on Sunday morning as usual for the next couple of weeks

[footballandfics]

new blog

hey !! i love to write even though i aam no the greatest but the lack of football fics triggered me to write and post .

feel free to send me anything any request for any player .

thank you !!

[footballandfics]

i have a request for neymar that i finished but i'll post it in two or three hours , i also writing something for rodrigo de paul (my love)

my request is always open until a further notice so feel free to request anything and to any player

[footballffbarbiex]

Who Do I Write For?

After much consideration, I’ve decided to close my extensive list of who I write for following this post. The reason for this is because while I enjoy writing, I find that I’m demotivated by taking requests from nonnies who wish to read a certain player because they usually cite that there’s not enough updates about said player on here, but then I don’t hear from them again once it’s posted. This does not give me any incentive to keep doing this and instead, it's pushed me to want to do the reader rewards even more.

The below list is not applicable to Patreon members, and does not apply to all current requests that I have already accepted.

Should I choose to continue to post following the completion of my requests that I have, or if I choose to open them for one reason or another, then the below men are who I will now be writing for:

Antoine Griezmann. 

Dominik Szoboszlai. 

Darwin Nunez.

Fernando Torres.

Jan Oblak. 

Joe Gomez. 

John Stones. 

Leon Goretzka. 

Marco Reus

Mario Hermoso. 

Oscar Mingueza. 

Rodrigo De Paul. 

Roman Burki.

Ruben Dias. 

Trent Alexander-Arnold. 

Virgil Van Dijk. 

Ones that I may consider -

Kostas Tsimikas

Marco Rose

Mason Mount

This too can change so please check with each round of requests to see who you can put forward. If your favourite is not on there, you are more than welcome to either:

send me an ask if I'd consider x player with x plot - do not automatically assume because of past consideration.

or to put forward an idea for as an Anyone You Want 

or put them forward for when I do my “underrated weekends”

I’m happy to take requests for them then.  

This has not been the easiest of decisions to make but it's one I feel I need to make in order to try and be happy.

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

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

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

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

Carlos Sainz jr. x reader x Marc Marquez

I mean....

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

Mats Hummels x reader x Nico Schlotterbeck

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

Lewis x reader x Toto Wolff

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

Kostas/Darwin x reader x Thiago

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

Diego Simeone x reader x Antoine Griezmann

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

Antoine x reader x Rodrigo De Paul

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

Charles x reader x Carlos

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

Charles x reader x Sebastian

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

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