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[flastar13]

I don't know why so many fanfics go out of their way to portray the female version of Charles Xavier as tomboyish or looking like a grandmother. The Charles Xavier of the movies is a dandy who cares about his hair (when he had it) and is always well dressed. If I were Charlotte, I imagine her swapping cardigans and pants with elegant suits or dresses, in shades of grey, blue, pink and violet, just like the canon male version of her, depending on the scene and her mood. I imagine her a bit like Sandie from Last Night in Soho, but instead of murders, she is a scientist, telepath and lover of cardigans on lazy days. Parties are catnip for telepaths.

[lothris]

besties, I am so fucking unwell. I need him so goddamn bad!

[wishchip106]

i’m still just thinking about how in apocalypse the thing that stops magneto from destroying the world is an edit of charles just seeing the good in him.

🤨

not even his DEAD wife and daughter?

or maybe mutants from the brotherhood?

nope. charles

[halfwayhearted]

Popular!Hector Fort x Nerdy!reader and she has to tutor him and he wont stop flirting with her and she’s like errr?? ykwim… lmk….

Show Me How — Héctor Fort.

Pairing: Héctor Fort x Fem!Reader

Summary: He doesn’t seem to be taking your tutoring seriously. And, truth be told, you don’t really seem to mind it at all in the end.

Word Count: 380+

Disclaimer/s — Some (?) flirting…, no use of Y/N, OOC Hector, I don’t know, and that’s it! *_*

A/N: I so didn’t follow this request through clearly, but I actually can’t write men flirting for the life of me so… hey…

You were absolutely convinced that he couldn’t take anything seriously, not even for a moment. When you asked him to solve the problem, he just stared blankly at the paper. Then, ever-so-slowly, he lifted his head and looked at you through his eyelashes, his brows furrowed in confusion and his lips pursed in a way that made it clear he was completely out of his depth.

“That’s okay,” you murmured softly, gently taking the pencil from his hands when you noticed he was just toying with it absentmindedly, your fingers brushing against his slightly. Okay, wow! “Maybe, look at it again, yeah? What do you see?”

The Fort boy hums, “Numbers.”

Well! “I—” He wasn’t wrong. “Well, yes… good. So, how would you find the antiderivative?”

“I don’t know,” he countered, leaning back in his chair and stretching, his hands moving to rest behind his head for just a split second. “Do you want to take a break? Intermission? You hungry?”

You refrain from letting out a sigh, “No, thanks.”

A small smirk slowly spreads across his lips as his head tilts, “You sure? I can make you something.”

“Well,” a long, silent moment passes, “I have to be home in a bit anyways, but thank you. We can continue this tomorrow? If you… if you want.”

“I don’t have your number.”

Oh! “I didn’t think you needed it.”

“I don’t.” The brunette shrugged, “But I want it.”

He wants it. Hector Fort, one of the star athletes and arguably the most well-known guy in school, wants to have your number. A prank, perchance?

Get a grip.

“Right, yeah, of course. So, you would want to continue this tomorrow or… something?”

Héctor nods his head, “Your number. Please.”

Right, right. “Oh! Sorry, let me see your phone?”

With a small hum, he leans forward and moves to grab his phone from his pocket, unlocking it and sliding it over for you to type it in.

Once again, your fingers brush against his, sending a shiver up your spine. You can’t help but let your gaze flicker up to meet his. His eyes, twinkling with a playful gleam, seem to draw you in, making the moment feel… planned.

As if he had orchestrated the movement, and you couldn’t help but feel glad that he did.

Likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated ^_^.

DT(s) — @pedrilcvr ! ౨ৎ

[lustrexia]

tw: explicit, bisexuality, mlm, minors dni.

NSFW alphabet — Pablo Gavi x Reader

Requested by: @jfbidnk757 <3. Pablo Gavira horny alphabet. 18+.

A = Aftercare

• Pablo is a big fan of aftercare, he’d want you to cuddle him into the night after making him cum many times. He’d be all tired, drooling and spewing nonsense about something you can’t quite understand, he’s mostly out of it after fucking. Big kisser too! He’d use all bite no lips though, he’s rough when he wants to be.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

• Pablo’s own favorite body part is probably his eyes, there’s just something about them that’s so endearing, you are able to know when he’s about to cum by just looking at him, he’d be half lidded and his eyes would be blown out, like he’s in a trance.

His favorite part of his partner would probably be their smile or their neck, he’s a biter, he loves to mark you up, wants to make sure everyone knows that you’re his, only his.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

• Cum? Gavi loves it, he enjoys so much to drink and lick and have his face painted with it, he knows he looks pretty with a cock in his mouth, tongue out and salivating for you to come. Or maybe he just enjoys to give favors to his teammates, to open his mouth and be face fucked until he passes out. He’d diet on your cum though.

And he absolutely loves it when you let him go bare, he needs you to feel him, like really feel him inside. He doesn’t care that he’s going to get you pregnant, you’d be a good mommy for his children, even if you’re male.

D = Dirty secret

• He masturbates to his friend’s pics, sticking one or two fingers inside while moaning and whining. He’d rather die than to admit he finds Fermín attractive, it would only feed his ego for the worst.

He won’t tell you anything about it, but you will notice how he has pictures of you in his favorites folder on his iPhone. What would he be doing with those pics? He’d never tell.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

• Hook ups in Ibiza, guys on La Masía, João Félix when he’s bored probably, his list of people goes long, Gavi tends to be very slutty. He’d want you to punish him for it.

On the other hand, it’s great for you that he has experience, he knows how real pleasure feels like, he’d know what makes you wet like he’s wired for it. And he’s going to tease you until the end for it.

F = Favorite position

• Pablo seems to prefer intimate positions, like missionary, he’s a very intense guy, he wants to see your face and how you tremble under his touch. He’s aware that he’s a beautiful view to obsess over, so Gavi would want you to see him as bad as he wants to see you.

If you’re topping him, he’s really into doggystyle, it’s degrading, makes him feel like an object to use and discard: just what he needs and wants. Is he acting bratty? Just get him on his knees and hands, he will arch his back to let you do anything you want to do anyways.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

• He’s not really the goofy guy on bed, when you’re intimate with him, it’s a very important moment for him, he’s vulnerable, Gavi is presenting his body on a silver plate for you to take a bite off, Pablo is very sensitive, treat him like a good boy and he’ll spoil you forever.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

• He’s clean shaven everywhere except his happy trail, makes you want to explore him all around. He smells good and his skin is baby soft, makes you want to ruin him even more.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

• He’s a hopeless romantic that wants it rough. Both ways. He’d fuck you like he’s some desperate hungry soul and kiss you good night afterwards. And Gavi would like for you to fuck him like he’s the only thing that ever mattered in the world.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

• When he’s really horny, he humps his pillow with his eyes closed, thinking about his partner. It’s not enough, leaves him starving when he finishes. You notice he’s extra needy that night, you really don’t know why.

Pablo Gavi wants you that much.

K = Kink

• Gavira has many kinks, he’s that horny. Breeding kink, he wants your kids so bad. He’s a bratty submissive for some, bratty top for others. His attitude is something he doesn’t change at all, he wants it and he wants it now! Deserves some punishment for being that entitled, doesn’t he?

Shame that he adores to be punished. He’d never learn his lesson. Orgasm denial is a big thing for him too, all kinky, wanting to be pushed around and held back so he doesn’t cum right there.

Maybe he’ll act like he doesn’t want to just for the show of it, when in reality, all he cares for right now is for you to take him all.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

• Pablo is known for being impulsive, hotheaded even. Public places? Yes. He’d expect for you to suck him dry anywhere, pulling down his pants and pushing your body down with his hands on your shoulders.

His favorite place to do it is on the couch, where it’s all casual and even familiar to him. He’s a sucker for domesticity.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

• You would be surprised on how easy it is to get this boy horny. Simple eye contact? He wants you right now. A light touch of arms? Get your clothes off he’s going to eat you out. Being alone in a room? You can hear his mental clock ticking, waiting for you to make a move.

But, specifically: adrenaline. After a particularly sought after win or a final, he’d be extra motivated to get you in bed, filled to the brim with happiness hormones and serotonin.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

• Pablo is a very open person when it’s about sex, but you notice he’s not really interested in extreme sensory depriving stuff like breathing play or not being able to actually see you. He’s a sensory guided type of man, wants to see and feel everything.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

• For Gavi, it’s fifty fifty. He’s really into receiving oral sex and even more into giving it. His wet pink tongue works like magic against your private parts, it moves in circles and spells letters that you didn’t even know about their existence. But god it feels good.

His mouth feels hot against your body, he’d eat and lick everywhere sucking on the sensitive parts and kissing your thighs while he’s at it.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

• Gavira is usually rough and fast, totally out of control, chasing his own pleasure with an egoism that turns you on, almost like he’s using your body like a sex toy, losing himself in the euphoria of being inside of you. He’s covered in a layered of pearly sweat, and he’s frantically panting, grunting even.

Makes you cum and leaves you with your legs trembling.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

• Yes, yes and YES. Laporta probably would have to have a talk with him about public indecency, to remind him that he can’t possibly be that horny to just do quickies with his teammates after matches or training. But he is, and he loves it. Bathroom sex, changing room blowjobs, eating people out in some room at parties, he’s all up for the adventure.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

• Gavi is a big risk taker, he’s totally ready to experiment with new kinks and positions, you will catch him holding back a new lame trashy nickname like mommy or daddy when you’re on top of him, you just know it when he wants to try something, it shows on his pretty face.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

• He can go for many rounds, he doesn’t last very long though, it’s not easy for him to control his need to come when he’s all about feeling good and taking things head on. If Pablo comes first, even before you, he’d make sure you cum by other means.

And fuck, he does have a nice wet tongue, he’s begging you to let him use it on you.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

• Pablo would probably buy a vibrator and never tell a soul about it. He has it hidden on some obvious place. His mom probably knows about it already. They don’t talk about it.

His sister will tease him about it.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

• Likes to tease, dislikes it when he gets teased. He’s pretty unfair himself, he’d make flirty remarks if you cum too soon or he’d inflate his own ego.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

• Fuck Pablo is loud. It’s all he knows when he communicates sexually, moans, grunts, pants, dirty talk. His neighbors hate him.

He does have a nice voice, his moans fill the room lewdly, accompanied by the sound of skin touching skin. Slurred, slutted out and barely comprehensible he talks to you, it’s hot to know that he feels so amazing that he can’t even say a sentence properly.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

• Probably into poppers. He’d be the guy to ask you for them at the gay function. You probably don’t have any and he’s so pissed off at that fact. He’d still let you fuck him, even if he’s convinced himself he’s “straight”.

Nice little slutty straight boy that opened his legs for you easily so then.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

• He’s big. Of course he is, look at that bulge, he totally is. Doesn’t mean he’s not into bottoming. But if you’re into it, he’s big, you’d need lube for it to fit into you.

Toned body but thickly so, meaty. He’s a refreshing boyish beauty.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

• This. Guy. Is. Too. Horny. Can’t stress it enough, needy, all despondent on it. You can punish him a little by denying what he wants most, sex.

Pablo gets a hard on very easy, look at him the right way and he’s ready. Dress up all sexy and he’s all yours too. He’s jealous, won’t let you go out dressed like that, you better go change before he gets possessive and territorial.

You are his. He’s yours.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

So quick it’s almost funny to his partner. Could be talking to him for a minute or so and he’s snoring by the end of it. He snores loudly. You think it’s cute. He’s embarrassed by it.

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So this is Gavi’s alphabet 🩷. I hope you liked it, my requests are open if you’d like to ask for something similar or anything!

[blackgirlwhowrites2k23]

Wusyaname? - Pablo Gavi

Summary: You were beauty personified; He just had to get your name.

A/N: Uploading multiple stories at once because I'm not on here as much as I want to be. Anyways, made it to med school! Sorry for taking so long, but the bills had to be paid😭. DC @cisqueenin

Trigger warning: Usage of Y/N 💀 --------------------------------------------------------------------

Camp Nou was alive. The rumbling, raging chants of "Barça! Barça!" roared through the stands, thunderous in a way that shook the entire stadium. Gavi jogged off the pitch, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. The air was electric, buzzing with the energy of all their fans celebrating Barcelona’s decisive 3-0 victory. He was basking in the glory of it all—three points secured, one thanks to himself, his team soaring in the league.  

But something was off.  

He felt it throughout the game, but now he could focus more on finding the source. 

As his teammates jogged ahead, laughing and slapping each other on the back, Gavi found his thoughts drifting. It wasn’t like him. Usually, he was so so laser-focused after a game, replaying key moments in his mind or thinking about how he could improve. Yet, as he neared the tunnel, something tugged at him—a strange, unexplainable pull that made him turn around.  

His eyes wildly scanned the stands, now a sea of red and blue with flags waved high, their vibrant colors flashing under the floodlights. Fans shouted, their voices hoarse from screaming all the screaming they were doing. He was always so grateful for the support he received; he literally bled red and blue and thankfully, so do they. Some leaned over the railings, the rails seeming to mold under the force of the fans,  while others snapped pictures to immortalize the night.  

And then, he saw her.  

She wasn’t waving or calling out, yet he still felt like she demanded his attention. Instead, she stood in the midst of the crowd, near some familiar faces, her laughter carrying over the chaos. It was a deep, uninhibited laugh that sent a wave of electricity through him as she playfully shoved the shoulder of a friend beside her. Her radiant skin seemed to glow in the sunlight, and the way she carried herself—calm, seemingly untouched by the frenzy around her—grabbed his attention and left him a little breathless. More so then he was after playing a 90 minute match, if you would believe it. 

She wore a Barcelona jersey (thank God!) that draped casually on her body, paired with some equally loose fitting jeans that she wore amazingly (simple; but Kounde would be proud). She wasn’t trying to stand out, but somehow, she was the only thing Gavi could see. Her smile lit up her entire face, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she tilted her head back in amusement.  

Gavi blinked, completely caught off guard. He wasn’t the type to get distracted—especially not by strangers in the stands. It was rare that he even paid attention to the crowd at all. But there was something about her. Something different. Cliche, yes. But man was it true.  

His chest tightened, and he felt an inexplicable need to keep looking, to memorize the curve of her smile, the way her hair framed her face like a halo. She seemed so... alive, so full of energy and joy. So- 

“Yo, Gavi!”  

Balde’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts. Gavi blinked and turned, his heart racing as if he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t. It’s not illegal to look. He has eyes, he planned to use them.

Balde jogged over, a grin already forming on his face. His gaze followed Gavi’s line of sight, and the smirk deepened. “Ah, can’t say I’m surprised. That’s my girl’s best friend. They practically grew up together”  

“What?” Gavi’s cheeks heated instantly, and he quickly looked away, trying to act casual as he brushed the hair out of his face and then placed his hands on his hips. Real casual like. “I wasn’t staring.”  

“Sure, man.” Balde chuckled, his tone laced with mirth as he looked over Gavi. He clapped Gavi on the shoulder, the gesture light but teasing. “You’ve got good taste, though. My girlfriend is amazing, and you know what they say: birds of a feather flock together." He pauses to send Gavi a look as he rubs his chin, "I wonder what it says about me that we hang out together.”

Gavi rolls his eyes so hard that they almost roll out his skull. Maybe if they fall near her, she’ll help him put them back. “Ale, you’re hilarious. I’m surprised football is what you chose as a career and not comedy.”

Balde gives him a bright smile before he gets serious again. “She’s really cool. Not as cool as my lady, but her name’s [Y/N].”  

Y/N. The name lingered in Gavi’s mind, rolling around for a bit before settling into the back of his mind for later.  

“She’s not...” He trailed off, unsure how to finish the sentence without sounding like he was definitely staring.  Which he wasn't.

“She’s single,” Balde answered, clearly reading his mind. “And no, she’s not like a crazy, obsessed fan, if that’s what you’re worried about.”  

“I didn’t ask that,” Gavi muttered, flustered.  

Balde shrugged, still grinning. “Come on, we’re heading out tonight. You should join us. We have an amazing win to celebrate.”  

Gavi hesitated. He wasn’t usually one for post-game outings, preferring to recharge alone after the intensity of a match. But it’s not like he had anything better to do. 

“Yeah,” he said, trying to keep his voice steady. “Okay.”  

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The next evening, Gavi found himself sprawled on Balde’s couch, a PlayStation controller balanced in his hands. The apartment was a whirlwind—conversation echoed off the walls, the soft hum of music played in the background, and the faint scent of takeout wafted from the kitchen.

Balde and his girlfriend, Nia, were cozied up on one end of the sofa, a blanket draped over their laps as they shared whispered jokes. Every now and then, their quiet laughter would bubble into something louder, making Gavi sigh dramatically.

Going out the day before hadn’t been as eventful as he had hoped. He had hoped to run into a certain someone, but of course he wasn’t so lucky. 

“Man, every time I hang out with you two, you guys make me feel like a third wheel,” he said, tossing the controller onto the couch seat next to him with a huff. “It’s like you’re doing this on purpose.”

Nia  tilted her head innocently, though her grin gave her away. “What do you mean? We’re just sitting here, minding our business.”

Gavi shot her a pointed look. “Oh, sure. Yeah, yeah. Can you maybe try a little harder at looking less in love,” He gestured vaguely at the two of them. “You’ve got a girlfriend, Pedri’s got a girlfriend, even Fermin is seeing someone. Meanwhile, I’m over here just... existing. Is it too much to ask for you guys to practice social distancing sometimes? At Least while your wonderful, single friend Gavi is over?”

Balde smirked, clearly enjoying his friend’s irritation. “You sound jealous.”

“I’m not jealous,” Gavi shot back, sitting up straighter. “I’m just stating facts. Being the only single one here is starting to feel like a full-time job.”

Across from him, Balde’s girlfriend laughed, nudging Balde playfully. “Poor Gavi. Someone needs to get this boy a date before he loses his mind.”

“Don’t look at me,” Gavi said, throwing his hands up in mock defense. “You’re the ones rubbing your picture-perfect relationship in my face.”

Her grin widened, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Well,” she said slowly, dragging out the word as if she were revealing a secret, “since you brought it up, I might actually know someone.”

Gavi froze, immediately wary. His eyes narrowed. “Oh no. Whenever either of you gets an idea something always goes wrong. I don’t trust this. At all.”

“Relax,” Balde chimed in, leaning forward to grab his drink from the coffee table. “She’s cool. And I know you’ve already seen her.”

“What?” Gavi’s brows knit together in confusion. “What are you talking about?”

Balde’s girlfriend leaned forward, resting her chin on her palm as her grin turned downright devious. “The girl you just couldn’t stop staring at last night. You know, the one in the stands at Camp Nou?”

Gavi stiffened. His heart skipped a beat, and a flicker of embarrassment crossed his face. “I wasn’t staring,” he said quickly, his tone defensive. 

“Sure, Gavi,” Balde said with a knowing laugh. “We believe you. Totally.”

Gavi gives him a heat glare. “ And I can’t believe you told her I was staring.”

“He didn't have to tell me. I saw your love-struck puppy eyes from where I was sitting. You know, right next to her,” Nia corrects.

“ Yeah they were kind of hard to miss,” Balde adds, nodding sagely.

Ignoring Balde, his girlfriend continued, her voice warm and teasing. “Her name’s [Y/N]. She’s a good friend of mine. And, fun fact, she thought you were cute.”

Gavi blinked, momentarily caught off guard. “She... what?”

“She thought you were cute,” she repeated, her grin widening. “When I told her I knew you, she might have mentioned you seemed... interesting.”

“I’m not interesting,” Gavi muttered, though his attempt to brush it off lacked conviction.

Balde’s laughter grew louder as he draped an arm over the couch he and Nia shared. “You’re making this too easy. Look, just come out with us tomorrow. We’re all going to that spot downtown. No pressure or anything. Just a chance to hang out, get to know her.”

Gavi hesitated, chewing the inside of his cheek. He wasn’t sure if it was nerves, curiosity, or a mix of both, but the idea of seeing her again stirred something in him.

“I don’t know,” he said slowly. “What if it’s awkward? What if she’s nothing like what I’m expecting?”

“Then it’s awkward,” Balde’s girlfriend said with a shrug. “But I don’t think it will be. She’s great. You’ll see.”

Gavi groaned, leaning back against the couch as if the weight of their suggestion was too much to bear. “Fine,” he said after a long pause. “But if this goes horribly wrong, I’m blaming both of you.”

Balde grinned triumphantly. “You’ll thank us later.”

Gavi wasn’t so sure. But as he sat there, pretending to focus on the video game in front of him, his mind wandered back to Camp Nou, to the girl with the radiant smile and carefree laugh. Maybe—just maybe—this wouldn’t be such a bad idea.

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The trendy bar in the heart of Barcelona was alive with energy, its dim lighting and pulsating music creating an atmosphere that was kinda relaxing. But Gavi was anything but. He trailed behind Balde and his girlfriend as they weaved through the crowd, the mingling scents of cocktails and cologne filling the air. Despite his usual confidence on the pitch, he felt a twinge of nerves creeping in. His palms were sweaty. Knees weak. Something about Mom’s spaghetti. This wasn’t a stadium full of fans or a post-match interview—this was different.  

“There she is,” Balde’s girlfriend murmured, tilting her head toward a corner table.  

Gavi followed her gaze, and for a moment, his breath hitched. You were even more stunning up close. You sat with an effortless grace, your fitted blue dress hugging your figure and accentuating your skin. Your curls framed your face in perfect harmony with your glowing smile, which lit up as you laughed.  

“Annnnnd, you’re staring. Nia, I think we lost him, babe,” Balde teased in a low voice, nudging Gavi.  

“Shut up,” Gavi muttered, his face warming.  

“Come on,” Balde’s girlfriend urged, pulling him forward with a grin that said she wasn’t going to let him back out.  

As they reached the table, the laughter faded, and you glanced up. Your eyes met Gavi’s, and for a heartbeat, the bustling bar seemed to melt away. There was a spark in your gaze—a warmth that felt both inviting and disarming.  

“Y/N, this is Gavi,” Nia said, beaming.  

“Hi,” You greeted, your voice smooth and confident, carrying just enough intrigue to make Gavi’s pulse quicken.  

“Hey,” Gavi replied, feeling uncharacteristically tongue-tied. He extended his hand, and your grip was firm yet soft, grounding him in the moment.  

Her lips quirked into a teasing smile. “You play for Barça, right? Small club or something?”  

Gavi chuckled, the icebreaker easing the tightness in his chest. “Yeah, something like that. You’ve probably never heard of it.”  

You laughed, a sound so genuine it sent a strange flutter through him. He heard it being caused by others. But now it was caused by him. He definitely wanted to hear it again.

They settled into seats, the initial awkwardness dissolving as the conversation began to flow. To Gavi’s surprise, you weren't just witty—you were sharp, quick on your feet, and unapologetically yourself. You asked him about his career but didn’t linger on it, seamlessly shifting the topic to music, travel, and your own passions.  

Hours passed like minutes. The hum of the bar became a distant backdrop as they found themselves engrossed in their own world. At one point, you tilted your head and smirked. “So, do you always stare at girls from the pitch, or was that a one-time thing?”  

Gavi felt his cheeks flush, his laugh betraying him. “I wasn’t staring,” he protested weakly, though his grin gave him away.  

“Right,” you said, your tone dripping with mock disbelief. “Well, either way, I’ll take it as a compliment.”  

Your playful confidence was refreshing, and Gavi found himself smiling more than he had in weeks. With you, he didn’t feel the need to impress or filter himself. For the first time in what felt like forever, he felt seen—not as Gavi, the footballer, but as just Pablo.  

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As the night wound down, the energy of the bar mellowed, and the group began to disperse. Gavi instinctively offered to walk you to your car, feeling reluctant to let the evening end. The streets outside were quieter now, the cool night air carrying a hint of the sea as they strolled under the glow of Barcelona’s streetlights.  

“Thanks for tonight,” You said as you both stopped beside your car. Your voice was softer now, yet still laced with that same effortless confidence.  

“No,” Gavi said, his sincerity catching even him off guard. “Thank you. I’m really glad I came.”  

You smiled, your gaze lingering on his for a moment longer than felt casual. “Maybe we’ll see each other again?”  

The hope in your voice mirrored the flutter in his chest, and Gavi found himself nodding, a rare shyness creeping into his expression. “I’d like that.”  

As you climbed into your car and drove off, Gavi remained on the curb, watching the taillights fade into the distance. A small, unshakable smile tugged at his lips. For the first time in a long while, he felt a new sense of anticipation—like he’d found something worth chasing, both on and off the pitch.  

[riceandcurry3]

Every time Charles is mad he just kinda....waits for Erik to look at him before he becomes mad. Bro wants his husband to know. There's probably more instances but. it's a lot.

He waits for Erik to realise he's mad and then Erik's gotta be like "ah man I made him mad didn't I, probably should talk about it or he'll explode me with his eyes"

This just proves. Charles is sassy. (Especially the second gif)

(also the last gif is just more proof they are basically eye fucking every chance they get)

[churchcrabs]

the first rule of fight club is gay sex

[cuntycassandra]

Always thinking about their reunion <3

[mouircedes]

i’m aidan, 20, from turkey, he/him, and pansexual 🧞‍♂️ i’m new to this app so my intro is gonna be straight up ass, sorry about that- bare with me

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i haven’t seen anyone on here doing this so i’m here to enlighten y’all, maybe..so i’ll be posting football themes for all of you including the gay football shippers. by the way, themes as in aesthetic pictures blended with a footballer or made up videos with povs etc,, i even do audios. i do both footballer x reader and footballer x footballer. i accept any requests so every type of theme is accepted here like nsfw, fluff, agnst, etc,, except of abuse or gore. i never ignore my dms or inbox so feel free to send me as many requests as you like:) nvm i write too u convinced me

dni :

dni if you are against gay football pairings or just lgbt in general. i’m pansexual myself so i will not be dealing with unnecessary hate, if you are uncomfortable with the stuff i post then block me. as easy as that

if you want to make an nsfw request make sure to choose a legal footballer instead of a minor because i will simply ignore your request and delete it immediately. i’m not comfortable with doing nsfw themes including minors or freshly legals

thank you for reading, have a nice day/night😶‍🌫️

[xxplastic-cubexx]

When I watch X-Men First Class and see Cherik. For some reasons that idk why even. Please Please Please of Sabrina Carpenter suddenly their my theme song to them. Random but it is what it is 😭

yk if it was any time after first class i could see it ....... divorce and the cycle of breaking up and getting back together and all ....... the denial etc etc .....

[the-x-ladiesofnyc]

Learn Dominican Phrases with Eva. V 🇩🇴📕📖📓

What’s up? -> Qué lo que?

That way! -> Just point with your lips in a certain direction bro

I don’t know about that… -> Bueeeno…

A little -> Un chin

Thing -> Vania

You messed up/You fucked up -> Te jodiste

Bro -> Manín

Fine -> Ta bien

Awesome -> Jevi

Stop being annoying -> Para de joder

Something smells or Ew! -> Fo!

Getting hit on the head -> Cocotaso

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Those are just a few! Let me know what you think 💭

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[rosfieldjs]

DON'T  BLINK!      in  the  SOURCE  CODE  are  88  gifs  of  KATHERINE  'KITTY'  PRYDE  from  the  show  WOLVERINE  AND  THE  X-MEN  (2008)!      kitty  is  ashkenazi jewish-american  and  (i  think?)  18  in  the  show,    so  please  cast  accordingly!

please  respect  my  rules:  do not racebend, do not use to rp real people, do not use to rp smut/nsfw, do not claim as your own, do not use to rp “taboo” plots, ask before using outside of tumblr. if you can’t follow these rules then don’t bother using.  other than that feel free to edit.

[wishchip106]

you know what i’ve always loved time travel and the multiverse theory so

lets just get every version of cherik in one room

just first class cherik going “what the hell happened 😧”

movieverse cheriks seeing krakoa cherik

someones worst nightmare a bunch of magnetos all together

dofp charles being all pissy and angry while dofp erik is seeing the sun for the first time after ten years

Logan charles being like “who the fuck are you people”

what would these guys even talk about

[eddysocs]

In Good Hands — Charlie Harper x Alan Harper x OC

Summary: While staying at Charlie's while she has a cold, Tessa gets the ultimate relaxation treatment from Charlie and Alan.

Word Count: 628

Warnings: Vague insinuation towards sex

Tessa had been crashing at Charlie’s house for a few days now. She wasn’t feeling well, and despite her protests, Charlie, wanting to make a good impression, had insisted she stay until she felt better. It was an offer Tessa couldn’t refuse, considering the cozy Malibu beach house and the company of both Charlie and Alan, who always knew how to make her laugh.

She lay sprawled out on the couch in the living room, a blanket pulled up to her chin. Her eyes were closed, trying to block out the headache that had been gnawing at her all day.

Alan wandered into the room, concern etched on his face when he saw how in pain she looked. “How are you holding up, Tessa?”

Tessa let out a heavy sigh, wishing this illness would just go away. “My body is one big ache,” she told him.

Alan frowned, sitting down at the edge of the couch. “Maybe you should see a doctor.”

Charlie sauntered into the room, a smirk on his face as he heard Tessa’s words. “Or,” he drawled, leaning against the wall with that familiar cocky grin, “I’ve got another solution that might help.”

Tessa opened one eye to look at him, already knowing where this was going. “Charlie…”

He shrugged, completely unfazed by her exasperation. “Hey, it’s a proven method. Endorphins, oxytocin, you name it. A little… exercise might be just what the doctor ordered.”

Alan rolled his eyes, shifting closer to Tessa and ignoring Charlie’s usual antics. “Or,” he said, “we could try something less… invasive. How about a massage?”

Tessa’s eyebrows raised slightly. “A massage?”

“Yeah,” Alan said, a little too eager. “I’ve picked up a few tricks over the years. You’d be surprised how good I am.”

Charlie snorted. “You actually believe that?”

Ignoring his brother, Alan gently took Tessa’s hand, his expression softening. “Come on, Tessa. Let me help you feel better. Just relax.”

Tessa hesitated but eventually nodded, too exhausted to argue. “Okay… but no funny business.”

“Scout’s honor,” Alan said with a small smile.

She cast the blanket aside for the time being and turned onto her stomach, adjusting the pillow beneath her head. Alan started with her feet, his hands surprisingly gentle as he worked through the tension.

“You are actually good at this,” Tessa murmured, surprised.

“See? Told you,” Alan said, a hint of pride in his voice.

Charlie watched them from the side, his smirk fading slightly as he realized he was being left out. He wasn’t one to back down, especially when he could tell Tessa was starting to relax under Alan’s touch. Without a word, he moved over to the couch and knelt down beside her head, his hands finding her shoulders.

“Can’t let Alan have all the fun,” Charlie muttered, starting to work his own brand of magic on her tense shoulders.

Tessa sighed softly, sinking further into the couch as both brothers worked together, surprisingly in sync. The combination of Alan’s meticulous attention to detail at her feet and legs combined with Charlie’s dexterous hands on her shoulders started to melt the aches away little by little, leaving her in a state of contented relaxation.

“This… this isn’t so bad,” Tessa admitted, her voice softening as the tension drained from her body.

“Not bad at all,” Alan agreed, his focus shifting now from her feet to her calves.

Charlie grinned, his hands still skillfully kneading out the knots in her shoulders. “See? Told you I had a solution.”

Tessa couldn’t help but chuckle, the sound muffled by the pillow. “You’re both insufferable.”

“Maybe,” Alan said, smiling, “but at least we’re helping.”

Charlie leaned down, whispering into Tessa’s ear with a playful tone, “Don’t worry, Tessa. You’re in good hands.” And she was.

For @sicktember

Forever Tag: @baubeautyandthegeek, @kmc1989, @curious-kittens-ocs, @fanficanatic-tw, @gcthvile, @kenjioharashotspot, @immyowndefender

[lustrexia]

tw: nsfw, breeding kink, reader and mlm pairing, minors dni.

— Pablo Gavi and Breeding!

• Gavi would be the type of boyfriend to take off the condom so you can breed him. He’s totally obsessed with his partner’s cum, maybe it’s Pedri or even Fermín, wouldn’t be able to know anyways, he’s slutty.

• He totally refuses to get the dick of his boyfriend out of him when they’re about to cum, he doesn’t care, all he wants is to be bred; thinking of having your baby, -even when it’s just dolly roleplaying- turns him on so much.

• Pablo would wear a plug after sex, he’d be so insisting on using it, don’t wanna spill the cum out of his insides at all.

• And his partner better be careful, because if they take their eyes off of him for a second, he will be pulling down his skimpy barça shorts for his friends to fuck him. And Pedri would love to fuck your boyfriend, so Gavi needs to be reminded many times that his fuckholes are yours to fill and ruin, so he doesn’t go around begging for attention and sex.

• Pablo is such a puppy, cum feels like a reward for him, a validation of how useful he is for you. Pablo would be totally fixated and consumed by it, wanting to suck you off anywhere.