#vini junior

[rmadridcore]

when i’m in who’s more obsessed with jude competition but my opponent is vini

[realmadridfamily]

Kylian Mbappe : “You’re not alone. We are with you & we support you Vini.”

Bukayo Saka : “We are with you brother ✊🏿”

Jules Kounde : “Discriminatory insults should not be tolerated or justified. To say that a player's behavior can provoke racist reactions is to shift the debate. We must focus on solutions because the problem is unfortunately recurrent and tarnishes the image of this League. This is certainly the fact of a minority but that does not make it more acceptable. Are these people deeply racist or do they act only in order to destabilize? Hard to say. But one thing is certain, words matter and actions have consequences. These behaviors are punishable by law. Stadium banning would be all too easy. What sanctions exist beyond football? Are they actually applied? Are they sufficient? Can we imagine more educational and general interest measures? Ignorance is the worst evil, but it can be cured. I remain convinced that everyone is able to reflect on their past behavior, to take stock of the harm it has caused and to change for the better. All my support Vini.”

Kalidou Koulibaly : “No to racism!”

Jérôme Boateng : “NO TO RACISM! Stay strong Vini 🖤✊🏿 !”

Leroy Sane : “We’re in this together. Stary strong Vini ✊🏿”

Jadon Sancho : “We are all behind you brother!❤️“

Raheem Sterling : “Time and time again. Enough is enough. We all stand with you brother ❤️”

Lewis Hamilton : “Standing with you Vini ❤️”

[thesoccerfan]

[swayziiwriter]

Teasing | Vinicius Jr

summary: Vini wants to see just how much overstimulation your body can take.

WARNING: 18+, sexual content

As Vinicius lips once more wrapped around your clit, your body physically couldn't take much more.

Your groans were scarcely discernible, all the more a delicate moan as you felt your back curve off the bed and your thighs brace around his head.

"Vini-," you moaned, your hands grabbing at his hair as he flicked his tongue against your overly sensitive nub. His chin sparkled with your cum as he continued to pay attention with his mouth for a long time. As he listened to your whimpers and whines, your strength dwindled, and your eyes watered from the sensation of being made to cum for the third time already.

As you tried to pull him away from you, "oh god-" you pressed your palms against his forehead and felt your legs tremble uncontrollably at the way he was creating that familiar warmth in the center of your stomach. He took your wrist with his hand and pulled it from his head as he sucked harder against your clit.

As he thought about how hard he could make you cum for the third time, he teased you with his tongue.

You tried to bucked your hips in pleasure as his grip on you got stronger as he pushed you harder against the mattress. His mouth didn't stop. As you threw your head back, your red cheeks were dampened by tears. All sounds stopped as your body burned with ecstasy at how Vini was making you feel.

He murmured against you, "one more time for me bebê," the vibration from his words made you dizzy. Blurring your vision. "Boa menina," he said.

[soccerwag]

Can you do vini jr where y/n is part of the girls barca team and they are secretly dating and vini goes to one of her games to support her wearing her jersey and everything and she dedicates a goal to him by like doing his signature celebration and fans name them the rival couple (idk if that makes any sense)

Much love, make sure to get rest and drink water<3

Sorry for the late post but yes I can do that 🫶🏼

Biggest Fan

Pairing: Vini jr x reader

Summary: The rivalry couple, the couple people would least expect is brought to the public eye when the Real Madrid star, Vini jr, goes to support his girlfriend the female Barca star Y/n at one of her games by wearing her shirt and her dedicating her goal to the player himself.

Warnings: none just pure fluff.

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Today was the day, the day you had a huge game. You are playing against Real Madrid again since you guys tied last game. You were nervous but not because you thought you’d lose but more so because your boyfriend, one of the stars of the real Madrid’s men’s team, would be attending the game. A part of you was scared that fans would be hateful not only because I was his girlfriend but also because he was supporting the rival team instead of his own.

You were currently getting ready in the locker room. Your breathing was a little shaky and your hands were like waterfalls. One of your best mates Alexia noticed you behavior.

“Hey girl you ok?” She asked lightly rubbing a hand on my back.

Nobody knew about me and vini, we chose to keep it private due to our careers and how it might interfere with our images.

“Yeah I’m ok, just nervous.” I responded half truthfully.

I hated lying, I mean I wasn’t technically lying I was nervous, just not because of the reason all the girls had assumed.

“It’s going to be ok y/n.” She told me reassuringly, if only she knew.

I just smiled and and nodded my head.

I heard the coach call for us. Well it’s go time I thought to myself.

I exited onto the pitch, deep breathing to slow the pace of my breathing. I looked around. I wanted to find my boyfriend. Seeing him would calm my racing heart.

After minutes of anticipation I found him, we made eye contact and he smiled at me giving me a thumbs up. He was wearing my jersey and all I could do was smile back. I really did love this guy, so much.

We began the game. I was pushing to do my absolute best, I wanted him to be proud of me. Not that he wouldn’t but I knew if I scored he’d be even more proud.

It was now the second half. Nobody scored the first half and I could feel myself getting tired now, even after the break.

I had to win, I needed to score.

I was passed the ball and that’s when I took the opportunity. I dribbled past the defense and I saw an opening. I winded back my foot and kicked the ball as hard as I could causing me to face plant into the grass.

Before I got up I heard the cheers. I did it….

All I could do was cry happy tears. I got up and did one of vini’s celebration (the one in the picture) and pointed at him in the crowd.

Everyone turned the direction I was pointing and the camera focused in on him.

Everyone looked shocked but I was so happy, so happy I scored the winning goal and only goal that game in front of him.

I saw him mouth an “I love you” before my teammates started hugging me.

The game ended and vini met me outside.

“You did great my love, I’m so proud of you.” He told me before giving me a sweet kiss on the lips.

“Thank you my love, I did it for you.” I told him with a smile.

The next day we were all over the news. The reactions weren’t what I expected. Everyone loved the idea of us. They called us the rival couple. I really loved how supportive everyone was and I’m finally comfortable sharing me and his journey.

[0alanasworld0]

[iluminad00]

He’s so adorable I can’t 😭❤️ but baby got a wheezy laugh😭🤣🤣

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[yourstory-teller]

Oh what Vini does to my heart

[incorrect-realmadrid-quotes]

Magical purple kits are backkkkkk🥺❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[coachtfd]

“We hear it time and again: ‘Back the manager! Back the manager!’ It’s time to back the players. I would love it if clubs boycotted players from clubs and countries that do nothing when their fans behave this way. I tell you what, some of these feeder clubs around Europe would get their act together real quick.”

- Coach T

[thebeardedcaptain1]

Rodri wins Balon d'or

Manchester City midfielder and Spanish international Rodri has won this year’s Balon d’or, beating off competition from Vinicius Junior and England international Jude Bellingham. The Real Madrid duo finished second and third in Europe’s biggest footballing awards ceremony. Many in the world of football felt this decision is the correct one. Yours truly is of the opinion that if Rodri didn’t win…

[realmadridfamily]

Camavinga : “Always with you brother ✊🏿”

Karim Benzema : “Little brother 🙌🤍”

Aurelien Tchouameni : “Together brother 🤍 🗣️ La Liga”

Antonio Rudiger : “2023 and still ... disgrace! We’re you with Vini ✊🏿”

Andrey Lunin : “Always with you Vini!”

Nacho : Always with you ❤️”

Marco Asensio : “Stop racism! ✊🏿🙏”

Alvaro Odriozola : “Vini 🤍“

[insidekatmind]

That Girl Is Mine ~ Kylian Mbappé × Reader × Vinícius Jr. (Feat. Jude Bellingham)

Madrid was the city of lights, football, and dreams. The Spanish capital buzzed with fans, paparazzi, and tourists wandering through its charming streets. You were there, an ordinary girl thrust into an extraordinary world. You worked as a sports journalist, but what no one knew—and what you carefully kept hidden—was your secret relationship with Jude Bellingham, the young talent of Real Madrid.

But your life was far from simple. Aside from the secrecy, there was a rather... awkward issue: two of your most famous colleagues, Kylian Mbappé and Vinícius Júnior, seemed to be in a constant battle for your attention.

It was a crisp December evening, and the Santiago Bernabéu was still glowing under the post-match lights. Real Madrid had just won an important match, and as usual, you were busy navigating the post-game interviews. Jude had thrown you a quick, meaningful glance as he passed by. That subtle smile of his was all you needed to feel reassured, even though you had to pretend it was just a casual gesture.

You were packing up your things when Kylian approached you. Still wearing his Real Madrid jersey, his forehead glistening with sweat, his confident and charming smile remained intact.

"Are you sure you don’t want to stick around for a drink with us? I’ve noticed you work too much," he said, his tone low but loaded with a suggestion you couldn’t ignore.

You smiled, keeping your tone professional. "Thanks, Kylian, but I have a lot of work to do."

"Ah, work, work..." he replied, shaking his head. "Sometimes, you need to live a little. You know, there’s so much of Madrid you haven’t seen yet. I could show you the city."

Before you could respond, a familiar voice interrupted the conversation. "Show her the city? Kylian, I don’t think she needs a guide. I’ve lived here longer than you, remember?"

Vinícius had appeared beside you both, a provocative smile on his lips. It was clear he had been eavesdropping on every word. His eyes gleamed with challenge as he looked at his teammate. You, caught in the middle, felt like a pawn in a game you hadn’t chosen to play.

"Vinícius, same old," Kylian replied with a smile, though his eyes betrayed a certain tension. "I wasn’t talking to you, anyway."

Vinícius turned to you. "So, what do you say? The city of Madrid is much more interesting than Kylian can make it seem. We could explore the real neighborhoods, away from the tourists."

It was as if the world had stopped around you. You needed an excuse, fast. "Thanks to both of you, but honestly, I’m tired tonight. Maybe another time."

They didn’t look convinced, but there wasn’t much else they could do but let you go.

Later that evening, you were finally home. Your phone buzzed, and you smiled at Jude’s message.

Jude: "Everything okay? I saw Kylian and Vini hanging around you… I’m jealous. See you tomorrow after training, okay?"

You quickly replied. "Everything’s fine, I promise. See you tomorrow."

Your conversations were simple, sweet, and reassuring. Jude was your anchor amidst the chaos. But the next day, things became even more complicated.

During training at Valdebebas, you were there for a series of interviews. It was impossible to ignore the looks Kylian and Vinícius kept throwing your way as they ran on the field. Even Jude seemed to notice, though he remained focused on his drills.

After the session, Kylian was the first to approach. "You know, yesterday I couldn’t help but notice you always seem distant. Is something wrong? Can I help?"

You were trying to form a reply when Vinícius interrupted, wiping his face with a shirt. "Hey, Kylian, are you interrogating her? Maybe she just wants a bit of peace."

"Maybe you should mind your own business, Vini," Kylian shot back, his tone irritated.

"Guys, please," you intervened, trying to stay calm. "I’m just doing my job."

But inside, your heart was pounding. Their interest was flattering, but also a problem. You couldn’t afford for anyone to find out about your relationship with Jude. And yet, every glance and every word exchanged only heightened the tension.

That evening, as you sat with Jude at your secret spot—a small café hidden in the heart of Madrid—you told him everything. He listened attentively, his face serious.

"I don’t like the way they’re acting," he said, squeezing your hand under the table. "But I understand we can’t do anything for now. I promise we’ll find a way to live all of this out in the open one day."

You smiled at him, feeling safe in his presence. Jude wasn’t just your boyfriend; he was your refuge amidst the chaos of a life that felt like a novel. But you knew the story between you, Kylian, and Vinícius was far from over. And Madrid, with its lights and secrets, was the perfect stage for the next act.

The tension was palpable, like a taut rope about to snap. Over the following days, Kylian and Vinícius’s gestures and attitudes became more explicit. Seemingly innocent comments turned into subtly suggestive remarks, lunch invitations, and lingering glances. Jude, despite his calm and rational nature, had begun to show signs of irritation.

One evening, after a crucial match at the Bernabéu, things came to a head.

After the game, while you were gathering material for an article, Vinícius approached you in the tunnel leading to the locker rooms. He was still sweaty, but his mischievous smile was flawless.

"So, have you thought about my invitation? I’ll take you somewhere no one knows, guaranteed. Just you and me, no distractions," he said, his tone a bit too familiar for your liking.

Before you could respond, Kylian appeared behind you both, interrupting the conversation. "Ah, Vini, aren’t you tired of playing the romantic? Sorry for you, but I think her time is already booked for the evening."

You sighed, trying to stay calm. "Guys, enough with these games. I’ve already told you I’m not interested."

Vinícius laughed, leaning slightly forward as if he found it all incredibly amusing. "Really? You don’t seem that uninterested."

It was then that Jude appeared, striding out of the locker room with a determined walk. He wasn’t smiling. In fact, his face was tense, his gaze a mix of anger and resolve.

"Vini, Kylian, stop," he said, his voice calm but authoritative. Both turned to him, surprised.

Kylian crossed his arms, frowning. "And what does this have to do with you, Jude?"

"It has everything to do with me," Jude replied, stepping closer. He glanced at you briefly before addressing them directly. "She’s my girlfriend. And she has been for a long time. So, with all due respect, you need to stop."

The silence that followed was deafening. Vinícius and Kylian stood frozen, unable to hide their shock. Your heart was racing, but you also felt a sense of relief. Finally, the truth was out.

"Are you serious?" Kylian asked, incredulous. "She’s...?"

"Yes," Jude said firmly, locking eyes with them. "And now that you know, I’m asking you to respect us."

Vinícius looked almost offended. "And you thought to tell us like this, after all this time? Maybe you should have made it clear earlier."

"It wasn’t your business," Jude shot back, his tone hard. "But now you know. Enough with the games."

Kylian ran a hand through his hair, trying to process it all. Then he looked at you, a hint of disappointment in his gaze. "And you? Why didn’t you ever tell us?"

"I couldn’t," you said, your voice firm but calm. "We wanted to keep it private. That doesn’t mean I was playing with you."

Kylian nodded slowly, as if trying to come to terms with the situation. Vinícius, on the other hand, looked less convinced but said nothing. After a few moments of tension, they both walked away, leaving you alone with Jude.

As soon as they were out of earshot, Jude turned to you, his face softening. "I’m sorry, but I couldn’t stand seeing them act like that anymore. They needed to know."

You stepped closer to him, placing a hand on his arm. "You did the right thing. I couldn’t take it anymore either."

Jude sighed, pulling you into a hug. "From now on, no more secrets. I don’t care what people say. What matters is that it’s us."

You melted into his embrace, finally feeling free. Even though you knew the gossip would start soon, you didn’t care anymore. Madrid was full of secrets, but yours was no longer one of them.

[thesoccerfan]

[anxiouspepper28]

🖕 to everyone who tried to pit them agaist one another...

¡Hala Madrid y nada más!

[gritocontido]