#x men fc

[sonics-atelier]

Actually the original Cherik lovechild is Sean Cassidy ( Banshee )

Be so fr rn erik and charles trained the boy together and erik gave the kid a bit of encouragement ( aka push him off a statellite ) and charles legit went into depression because of the loss of lives of his kids and erik was so pissed at charles in the plane in dofp at his death, like he obviously talked about Azazel, Emma, Angel and his gang but he also cared about the kids he trained and there was pain in his voice when he said Sean's name, like Sean was their baby okay *sobs* I will die on this hill.

Adding my Tags because I like them, link to reblog here

[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!

[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.

—

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!

[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)

[blackgirlwhowrites2k23]

Can you pleasee do where the reader (his gf) and Balde are doing matching outfits a week long and they're posting it on social media (basically soft launching) and fans go crazy about it then at the end of the week one big hard launch😌🫶

Yourusername added to their story

Story Caption: When I'm with you

I fall deeper in love

Swingin'

This feeling is the one thing my heart is sure of

💕💕

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2 weeks later……

Alejandrobalde added to their story

Story Caption: 🙈❤️

Alejandrobalde posted for the first time in a while

Alejandrobalde The Pack🐺🖤

fan1 Boy, you know nobody gaf about Vegas💀 🤦‍♀️Who was that in your story!?!?😝

fan2 Right!! He’s acting like I didn’t have a heart attack when I saw it😭😭

Ronaldaraujo_4 Always a great time with these guys

Alejandrobalde Always🖤

Pablogavi Thanks for the invite❤️

Ronaldaraujo_4 You can’t even drink, aren’t you like 12?

fan3 I wish I could be friends with the Barca boys! They seem so fun 🥲

fan4 They do!

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Yourusername added to their story

Ansufati sent you a message on Instagram

Ansufati What’s all this undercover stuff for. We’re not detectives

Yourusername Private, not a secret 😌

Ansufati Ok but we all know who this is

Yourusername Private, not a secret 😒

Ansufati🫣

Alejandrobalde posted on his story

Story Caption: 🥰

Ansufati Jesus, you too

Alejandrobalde …….

Ansufati Private not a secret🙄

Y’all cute though. Always matching 🙈

Wish I could see your faces.

Together.

In one photo.

Alejandrobalde💀

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Yourusername added 2 photos to their 🥰💕 highlight

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Alejandrobalde posted for the first time in a while

Alejandrobalde 1 year down, infinite more to go

Pedri woah! me and who?😹

fan4 HARD LAUNCH TIME !!!🚀

fan1 1 year! Like a whole year? Where have I been

fan2 Must’ve been around the time since that Paris trip last year, that’s when she first posted him

Ansufati You mean she posted the back of his head🙄

fan1 OmG?😭

Joaofelix79 Young love 🥹🥰❤️

Lamineyamal Who invited gramps?

fan5 love this for them

Yourusername NOOO! You beat me to it😭🫶🏾

Alejandrobalde Couldn’t hold my love in any longer 😅❤️

Lamineyamal I’m going to throw up

[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

content :

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😶‍🌫️

[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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[sonics-atelier]

I need more cherik friends / moots hit me up pls 🙏

[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.

[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]

im definitely interested in the Jude and Pablo drabble... please post it😫

tw: nsfw, size kink, hate sex, rivalry, rough oral sex, minors dni.

— “Size does matter” Jude Bellingham and Pablo Gavi

It’s probably not his fault. Not entirely, anyway, it’s just that it’s too obvious. Too noticeable.

Pablo, he means. Barcelona’s golden boy. The title didn’t mean too much to Jude, he already won that award last year, pretty easily so if his ego permitted him to admit. Madrid’s marketing did really go far long, didn’t it?

But that wasn’t really what made Jude feel bad, really. It’s Gavi’s height. And his body. And everything.

It became almost overwhelming to him when he noticed it; Pablo was really small. Hell, he could totally beat him up and the guy wouldn’t stand a chance, but that’s not what he really wants to do with him.

It’s almost funny, Jude notes. He’s so small, but so full of energy and will, it’s like his body was made of seventy percent determination and twenty percent water, albeit one or two percent of that had a little bit of poor emotional regulation.

Maybe that’s what made Gavi so endearing to half of the population. That he wore his heart on his sleeve, that he presented himself quite authentically, just as he was on the interior.

His chest too small for his big heart to fit into. It’s not saying much though, Jude snorts dryly, Gavi was really small. Wasn’t even like the guy was skinny or anything, the barcelonista stole the attention of his eyes plenty of times, his body was toned and his skin seemed just so soft.

But he wasn’t thin at all, even Pedri was way thinner than him.

Maybe he’s overthinking. Obsessed with the entire image of Pablo’s body even. He shouldn’t even be thinking about another man like that, he’s got a career and priorities that he has to take care of, like his younger brother throwing a little bit of a fit because of some girl. Or the fact that he just lost the European Championship to Spain.

He can’t. He can’t stop thinking about it. Because that’s all his male brain spits at him when he sees Pablo at the other side of the stadium, celebrating his win.

Smiling, like he ever did something to deserve that happiness.

He avoids Cole Palmer’s look when the blond straight up ignores his handshake. He’d talk about it later, when his own emotional block stops and he can start actually feeling anything other than ‘void’.

Jude walks just beside the trophy, that’s already decorated with Spain’s ugly colors, just tacky red and yellow. His steps feel heavy, even breathing is hard for him. He can sense his own lungs contracting and letting loose one again.

Losing takes the form of a bitter taste on his tongue. It’s ugly, it’s accompanied of despair and it’s everything he didn’t plan for.

It’s everything that Pablo Gavi isn’t feeling at that moment. He can almost taste the victory from the pretty boy’s mouth, and now he’s getting closer and closer. Jude feels in a trance, he can’t make something of whatever Pablo is saying at him, some bullshit about second place in Spanish, probably.

He doesn’t care. He never cared for what being a madridista meant for the blaugrana men. He’s English, he recognizes that he doesn’t feel the rivalry as his own, but he can empathize with the fear of losing, so there’s that.

And it’s so stupid, how Pablo looks at him triumphant, like this is such an important moment for him, like this means something. Like he’s Cristiano at forty with his career ending right now. He’s not. He’s a talented twenty something with lots of projection for the future. Gavi is a failure of La Masía, injured and barely walking like a normal person.

Jude is getting mad, mainly at himself for not hating the gorgeous boy that’s looking at him through his lashes, teasingly demeaning him with an adorable Spaniard accent. He should be disgusted, should push him to the green hard ground of the field.

He doesn’t. Jude looks at him in the eye, with curiosity, like he’s watching some scientific experiment with a really stupid rat lab, fixating on every move that Gavi makes.

“And you’re second! I can’t believe it! Joder, que te hemos ganado!” He says, his hazel eyes glowing in the artificial light of the stadium.

Jude feels drunk in a bad way, time is slowing down like he smoked something thirty minutes ago and Pablo’s monologue is getting slurred.

He can’t stand it. Not like this. Not with how easy he could grab Pablo’s arm and throw him around like he deserves to. Jude’s sanity is clearly disappearing, he can feel it sliding down his spine, pinching him. Gavi’s densely annoying rich boy accent doesn’t help him either.

It’s not his fault. Pablo is annoyingly pretty, and totally crushable, like some insect he can get rid off easily with the sole of his expensive sneakers. It’s childish, but the need is clearly there.

So he indulges into it, posing his big hand on the back of Pablo’s neck, pushing him to walk forcefully at his side, like they were friends; resembling a bond that was not there, just for the cameras.

He could see how Gavi tensed and changed his facial expression to something a little bit uncomfortable, his eyebrows were almost knitted to each other and his lips formed a nervous curved line.

And it was exactly as he thought so, Gavi was weaker than him, couldn’t fight or back off even he was in serious danger.

“M’sorry” Gavi said, “I was just teasing, it’s just banter, sorry”.

Fucking brat, Jude didn’t respond. He just continued to guide Gavi’s body towards the hallway of the stadium, searching for somewhere more private.

The cameras didn’t even flinch at them disappearing, the public was more focused on celebrating the win or just taking pics of the actual players on the pitch.

Jude scanned through the doors and stairs of the space, finding in some barren corner a door with the ‘storage’ sign in a foreign language. Fucking Germans and their weird wording.

He lowered his hand now that the cameras weren’t looking, placing his calloused fingers on Gavi’s waist. So tiny. Jude heard the other man’s breathing hitch almost whimper airily.

So this was affecting Pablo at the same intensity as it was affecting him. News flash. The insanity of this exclusive situation altered the cute midfielder too.

God, so maddening. He squeezes the curve of his waist, reminding him of how useless fighting back is going to be. Someone of his size couldn’t possibly get him off in a real struggle. Gavi whimpers, biting his lip.

“Whore” He whispers into Gavi’s ear, his hot air hitting him. “I’m going to break you in half”.

He’s almost sure Gavi is pretty entitled and possibly did refuse to learn English in the past, but he can see that he understood what Jude told him right there. His face, now totally bewildered, exploded in pretty pink colors. He was blushing.

They entered the storage room, it was small, closet-like, just enough space for the two of them to breathe in each other’s faces. He pushed Gavi’s body towards the cold surface of some shelf, looking down at him, noticing just how frail he really was.

It made him so hungry. Like he was king starved and now there was a big plate of his favorite meal in front of him, just waiting to be sexually cannibalized on. The air hung heavy on them, the realization of what they were really going to do was now crawling under their skins.

He pushed through it, through whatever this meant for Pablo. It wasn’t his place to care for it, he just had an itch he needed to scratch badly.

“Take your jersey off” he commanded to him, already pissed off at how red looked amazing on Gavi.

White would look more elegant. More classy.

Gavi did, he took off the garment, not breaking eye contact if possible. Venomous.

Jude aggressively took his own jersey off and grabbed Gavi’s neck with just one hand. His long fingers made a good collar for the barcelonista’s neck, pressing lightly. Pablo moaned, his eyes half closed, full of incomprehensible lust.

“Put it on, quickly”.

He released his grip on Pablo’s neck and threw the shirt at him, watched how Gavi’s pathetically small hands trembled while putting the piece of clothing on.

Holy shit.

“¿Qué?” Oh, maybe Jude said that out loud.

“Nothing,” Jude went back to his stoic look, “White looks good on you”.

Pablo’s look, full of empty hatred fueled his own lust. Culé at heart dressed in white. Humiliation must be burning in his stomach.

But Pablo was hard, the tent of his shorts showed him just that. Was he really into the whole being the bitch of a madrid player thing? That was a new low, it made Jude smile.

Gavi was just as pitiable as he thought. Could bark and try to bite as many times as he wanted to, that wouldn’t change the fact that he’s weak in physicality, biologically inferior.

“Get on your knees”.

Jude didn’t wait for Gavi to move, he shoved him down, using little force. Pablo’s little prince hairstyle was now messy, his curls running wild because of the new hot boiling temperature. He was sure Gavi could feel how warm his bulge felt, even when his face was pressed against it with shorts on.

He couldn’t possibly get harder, the view was amazing, Pablo’s face length matched the length of his clothed dick, that Gavi was caressing with his cheek.

“You’re so big, joder, qué pollón” Gavi whispered, and for some reason, Jude thought that would probably be the dirtiest thing that someone could ever be able to say in Spanish.

Goosebumps ran all through his pelvis, electricity burning high. Not wanting to wait any longer, he pulled down his shorts and boxers, his cock jumping back lewdly to his stomach hung heavy.

It’d be impossible for Pablo to take it all in. It was probably like nine inches. Almost as long as his face. He compared the size of his cock to Gavi, pleasantly surprised about how pliant the man was being with someone who was spreading pre cum on his nose and cheek.

“Yeah, fuck that’s it, lick it. That’s what you want, right? Some good dick to keep you calm” He groaned, rubbing the fat tip of his cock into Gavi’s mouth.

Pablo gave his dick kitten licks, almost scared of the girth. It was so thick, Pablo would have to open his mouth completely to take it in.

Jude was not a patient man with people he hooked up with. He opened the other’s lips with his middle finger, forcing him to suck on the metaphorically offensive digit. Once he got tired of the sight of Gavi’s little mouth struggling, he lined up his cock with his mouth, grabbing Pablo by the back of his head.

There was no running back now.

Not when Pablo had his shirt on, looking absolutely oversized on him, with a hard on between his legs just by the proposition of sucking some madridista off in a storage closet.

Slut.

“Wait, no, it’s not going to fi-” Gavi choked on his cock, closed his eyes and tried to get Jude to back off.

He couldn’t. Bellingham was already fucking his mouth now.

Pablo’s mouth was hot and wet, his tongue laid flat at the bottom, just taking that dick like he could. His lips were made thicker rounding the thick girth of him, stretching his jaw painfully.

Jude sighed blissfully, the tight feeling felt amazing for him, like he was consumed by a pool of wet heat. Inch by inch, he pushed his cock inside, deeper and deeper, totally fixated on how overwhelmed Pablo appeared below him.

Where he belonged.

Pablo’s little hands rested on his thighs, trying to push him back. Didn’t work, he was already swinging his hips back and forward, chasing the high of Gavi’s mouth.

Gavi was gagging, making choked sounds every second, and his eyes were crossing towards his the bridge of his nose, disassociating a little.

Was he passing out? Jude could not care less. Maybe he’d use his mouth better that way. He looked dumb and out of it regardless.

But now that Gavi’s characteristically present strength was just shining by its absence, Bellingham could force him to deep throat, feeling his nose brush against his lower stomach, making it even harder for him to breathe.

Jude fucked his mouth roughly then, not pulling more than one inch out of his mouth, content on how Gavi’s uvula grazed his cock. The back of his throat felt amazing.

Gavi was struggling, trying to pull back, but Jude didn’t let him, cupping the back of his head forward with his arm.

“Take it, shit, don’t fucking pull back, yes, that’s it, good boy” He praised when Pablo stopped moving his head back.

Tears were forming in Pablo’s eyes. But he didn’t look sad, his honeyed eyes were full of lust, apparently he did have a thing for praise.

Something hot boiled inside of Jude exponentially, growing more and more, tensing the elastic until it was just about to snap.

He was so close. Gavi was now looking up at him, wet lashes, face dirty with pre cum and drool, tears too.

Every time Pablo moaned the vibrations went to his dick, stimulating him more and more. He wasn’t fighting anymore, his arms, like some sex doll, went down, letting Jude do whatever he wanted with his mouth.

Jude let out a grunt, rapidly increasing the rhythm of his hips moving, just abusing Gavi’s mouth. Pablo’s gagging sounds echoed on the walls, lewd symphony that Jude loved.

Loved how this was the right sequence of events that should happen. This was what he needed. To remind Pablo what he was really useful for, instead of some stupid tournament where he didn’t even play.

So, so close, he could almost taste the glory that was robbed out of him before on the pitch.

Jude Bellingham felt his orgasm all through his body and right out of his dick, felt how the cum spilled out of him in the most intense way that he ever experienced. The elastic band snapping inside of him, leaving his legs feeling like jelly.

He rode his climax with his cock bottomed out in Gavi’s mouth, his cum spilling right inside of his throat.

He quickly pulled out of Pablo, letting him finally breathe. The blaugrana player coughed roughly, almost throwing up all of the cum that he had inside of his stomach now, hands resting on the ground, not looking at him. Still coughing, tears came out of his eyes, Gavi was crying.

“Thank you, thank you, mnh” Pablo tried to say, his voice was completely destroyed and he was still almost about to vomit. He didn’t, he swallowed most of Jude’s cum back.

Pablo was a mess, his face full of fluids, puffy eyes and a fucked out expression, he was totally out of it.

Jude pulled his pants back up, grabbed a pen that was on the shelf and wrote his phone number on Gavi’s arm.

He took Pablo’s Spain jersey, put it on, and left him, to be found in that state.

(…)

A/N — Hi! I hope you liked this! I usually don’t write a lot in English because I don’t feel confident enough so I’m really hoping that this felt natural! If you have any feedback please let me know <3

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let me love you while the moon is still out

Relationship: Conor Bradley/Bobby Clark

Additional Tags: First Kiss, Hotel Sex, Shower Sex, Mutual Masturbation, Neck Kissing, Friends With Benefits, Friends to Lovers, Fluff and Smut, Fluff, Smut, Body Worship, Liverpool F.C., Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

Summary:

“We won,” Bobby whispers, his blue eyes piercing. Conor has to look away. He turns his face back to the mattress, letting out a whooping sound, “We won!” Conor mimics. or the one after the win at Wembley.