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Would love a fic set around the Sevilla game back in ’05 where Sergio scored and probably instigated his transfer to Real Madrid. Iker has a fight with David, and ends up hooking up with the 19 yr old defender who’d scored on him. A bit of revenge on them both. Iker isn’t very nice to him- it’s not like he has to spend any time with him after the morning. Oh wait…

danng i like that but in terms of fic do you mean my short thing or ? like a full fledged thing

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Why would do this to my feelings that Morisco fan fic omg hit me in the feelings I even dropped my laptop

DON’T DROP YOUR BELONGINGS PLEAse

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Could you write about cristiano and gareth or cristiano and sergio (or both)? Thank you sweet

im guessing a short story/one shot thing? Smooth Pebbles, my other fic, is all going to be Sergio/Cris, but I can do a short one if you want it badly. do you have a prompt/something you want me ot write about specifically?

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Ok here’s first chapter; its kind of boring right now so sorry. I might add more ships in later, I don’t really know where it’s going anyways. EnjoY though it’s been a while since I made a fic(,: Oh yeah and mobile won’t let me do read more but I’ll do it for the rest I promise promise promise

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Why havent you posted anything lately??:(

im sorry lovely ive been SOOO busy with school and people lately i havent been on much. i'm trying to be on more though :)

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Needs and Wants (David Beckham/ Iker Casillas)

“All I wanted was to be wanted, Iker. I just needed you to want me and it felt like you wanted to conquer Europe more than you wanted to conquer us.” It had been a long day. The heat in LA made both men extremely irritable and as soon as Iker slammed the door to David’s house a heated exchange broke out.

Now the exchange wasn’t heated.

Now it was broken.

Sad.

Lonely.

Regretful.

“David, I do want you. Before we,” Iker struggled to explain what had changed over the last eight years. He struggled to wrap his head around the fact that when David left for America, he broke Iker in ways the young Spaniard never thought possible. “I was young. I was power hungry. You’re right I wanted Europe more than I wanted you. Until you left. Then I wanted you more than ever.” David collapsed on the couch.

“You never said it. I never knew that, Iker.” Iker heard it. He heard David’s need. He heard the way his words carried far more emotion than he would ever admit.

“I want you.” David looked at him, a hopeful look Iker hadn’t seen in years in his eyes.

“I want you.” The goalkeeper repeated as he walked closer to the Englishman.

Iker leaned over, his face just inches from David’s now.

“I want you.” His lips met David in a tender, curious kiss. His fingers wound into David’s hair, gripping at the light hair beneath his fingers.

“I want you.” Left his lips as they crashed back together with David’s. He pushed David down, his back hitting the cushion as Iker broke apart from him, a sparkle in his eye.

“I want you.” He cooed as his hands pushed under David’s shirt, the soft, tattoed skin contrasting with his rough hands. He kissed David’s lips tenderly as Iker relearned his partners body. The Spaniards lips trailed to the other man’s collarbone, his teeth digging in gently eliciting a moan from the older man. A soft smile spread across Iker’s lips as he kissed the same spot, his hands still roaming the other man’s body. He slowly kissed up David’s neck, a small bite added in every now and then drawing noises out of David Iker was sure he’d never heard. As his eyes met David’s he quietly muttered, “I want you.” A small spread across the other man’s face as his lips crashed back together with Iker’s. Iker quickly pulled off David’s shirt, his following closely behind, their lips breaking for only seconds.

They stayed like that for what felt like ages but were mere moments. David was pulling at the button on Iker’s jeans and the younger man finally took the hint and pulled them off. As David tried to quick dispose of his, Iker caught his hands. They exchanged a glance but no words and David let go, his hands resting by his sides. Iker slowly peeled off David’s fitted jeans, kissing every the new skin that was slowly, excruciatingly slowly, being revealed. When David’s jeans were finally off, Iker kissed his way back up each of David’s legs, a low “I want you” in between every other kiss.

When the two mens faces were close together again, the older man spoke.

“I would tell you to take off your underwear but I’m afraid we’ll be here till next week.” Iker laughed and kissed David on the lips, his fingers rubbing light patterns on the other man’s hip.

“I want you.” He slipped his fingers under the other man’s waistband.

“I want you.” David’s boxers were slowly being pulled down.

“I want you.”Iker kneeled and pulled the boxers all the way off, throwing them on the floor, his quickly following suit.

The Spaniard pulled the other man up, a soft kiss placed on his lips.

“I want you.” He quickly replaced David’s vacant spot on the couch, the Englishman raising an eyebrow.

“I want you.” Iker simply repeated, pulling David towards him. David’s lips found Iker’s, his hands finding the younger man’s hips. David broke the kiss and leaned over Iker, opening a drawer of the coffe table, returning with lube. Iker’s raised an eyebrow, an entertained smile on his face.

“En serio?” David chuckled and popped the cap.

“We rarely make it to the bedroom, Iker.” They both smirked as David squirted a generous amount lube on his hand hoping to make this as painless as possible for Iker.

“Ready?” Iker nodded his eyes already shut. He looked younger; David couldn’t help but kiss him. The younger man melted into the kiss and David slowly pushed in. The feeling of being in Iker again was enough to make David cum instantly. Luckily he had more self-control than he thought and pushed slowly in until he was buried deep inside Iker. He stilled and waited for Iker’s signal to move forward. Iker nodded once and David drew back, pushing in slowly again, his hand finding Iker’s. The goalkeeper whimpered as David pulled out again and pushed back in.

“Faster. Please, David.” The midfielder pushed in only a fraction faster. The younger man groaned and rolled his hips making David moan.

“Iker, this is gonna hurt if you don’t take it easy.” Iker opened his eyes for the first time, pulling David’s face down towards his.

“I want you.” Iker growled the words, desire and want dripping off every last syllable. And David lost control pulling out quickly and slamming into Iker both men moaning at the increase. David repeated the action watching as the Spaniard whimpered and moaned, his eyes shut tightly again. The older man’s thrusts kept at a consistently fast pace until they both neared their release.

“I’m so close.” Iker whispered beneath him.

“I want you.” David’s lips latched onto Iker’s neck, a particularly sensitive spot just below his Adam’s apple and Iker came screaming David’s name. The tightening around his cock and Iker’s cries of pleasure were enough to send David spiraling over the edge buried deep in Iker, his teeth marking Iker’s shoulder. They clutched to each other as they came down from their high, their heads spinning. David carefully pulled out of Iker and kissed the spot that was sure to bruise.

“Don’t worry about it, David. I like when you leave marks. Memories.”

“Iker?”

“Hm.”

“I need you.” Iker smiled down at David, a quick kissed pressed to his forehead.

“You have me.”

-Murphy-

For the anon sorry this took so long it just takes the right motivation to write smut and I finally found it!

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First Step (Isco/James)

Isco didn't watch the World Cup. Had no idea half the time who was winning and who was losing to be honest. All he knew was: his country had flunked out (he'd like to think it was because he wasn't included). It was a little embarrassing but oh well, you can't be a greedy ass. And also one more thing: this James kid? He wasn't too bad looking. ----- It's not like he stalked him. He'd just occasionally look at the tv whenever there were highlights of Colombia's matches. And then google his name and look through pictures but that wasn't stalking. It wasn't. And as the days progressed the little 'interest' sparked an attraction until at one point: Isco realized he was dealing with a fully grown crush. "Crush". How pathetic. ----- He honestly didn't expect the kid to join Real. (He wasn't exactly a "kid" since he was older by a year but beardlessness made the age gap seem bigger.) He knew Florentino liked to show off his money but surely: this was a little extreme. And Isco was wrong. Again. (Because he never expected Alvaro to leave.) So now he had this "crush" pulsing in his stomach reminding him to try and not look stupid. ----- "Hi I'm Isco. And you are?" He flinched. The fuck was that? Of course he knew. He was supposed to know. Everyone knew. It just seemed like the right thing to do in his head. Not allow his ego to inflate too much. A favor almost. And now Isco was left with a red face and James not sure he heard right. But he smiled awkwardly and said his name. "Starstruck." He claimed and Isco then knew he'd blown it up even more than he could've imagined. ----- He was disappointed with himself for a while after that: because how could Isco compare to the golden James. Both in performance and in the relationship department. Yet James caught on quickly. ----- He wasn't naked. He was in the shower washing his hands because the sinks disgusted him. When someone pushed him back into the wall and all he felt was something warm on his lips. James pulled away from the kiss and smiled. "You're cute.... What was your name again?" Isco stared dumbfounded. "Francisco.." "Oh yeah," he smiled. "You're cute Francisco." And he left with a wink. It took Isco a moment to peel himself off the tiles. ------ Nothing happened for three days after that. Isco got annoyed. His lips were getting awfully cold. So he sucked in a breath and only let it out when James' fingers were laced in his hair, one leg draped over his hip lazily. James groaned, Isco ripped himself away. "Does anyone know?" James shook his head sloppily. "Let's keep it a secret?" "I like secrets." His laugh sounded as if he was slightly drunk. Isco wondered if he could really have that effect on someone. But he shrugged and leaned in again, because James' tongue was abnormally sweet. ----- He was good at keeping secrets though. At first Isco thought they were screwed; because the way he acted while their bodies were plastered together resembled a 17 year old with his first partner. That surely he'd slip up. But two weeks in and nobody knew. He kept his "I love you Cristiano" facade going strong and rarely showed any interest in Isco. To the point Isco started becoming jealous of the acting. As well as the attention everyone was getting that he wasn't. Even though every day he'd have his hands on James' chest, tongue down his throat, making noises he didn't know were humanely possible. Isco knew being greedy was a bad thing, yet he was still only human. ---- "Nervous for your first game?" "Kind of?" James smiled. "If you're there I won't be." Isco laughed. "Right." "What?" "Well, you kinda took my spot...." James childish grin came off. "Can't he fit you in?" Isco shrugged. "He'll fit you in." The trademark smile appeared again and he got up, sealing it with a kiss. Isco grimaced. If only he could fit him in. ----- James did play amazingly, you couldn't lie about that. But his make out game: that was...great. He'd touch Isco in places Isco never expected would feel good. And teeth on a collarbone? Isco didn't need sex ever again if only he had those teeth there. ----- Nobody really suspected anything between the two. Cristiano was too proud that yet another player was so intrigued by his talent. Iker was too focused to ever notice anything anymore. Fabio bleached his hair a lot so he wasn't the brightest person. Not even Sergio seemed to catch on. Maybe Marcelo a little because he'd raise an eyebrow occasionally, whenever Isco would hobble around slightly the day after James had come over. But otherwise: they seemed pretty safe. He wasn't exactly sure why they wanted to keep it hidden, but for the time being: that was good. "You think we're gonna last?" Because Isco was genuinely curious. James smiled widely like always. "Well," he started. "The first step to a solid relationship is getting to know their partner's name." He winked and kissed Isco's arm. "And I think we've got that down pretty well." --- ~alex

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would it be too much to request for a david luiz/thiago silva one (and/or a james rodriguez/ronaldo one?)? thank you =))

I don't really know thiago tbh, so would it be ok if I stick to my main cris?(: -alex

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ok so this is a continuation: Me (Alex) (this has nothing to do with the anon or whatever like its a total different situation that's why I haven't written the other fics yet) Ok so me as an individual I'm not going to write smut/extreme sex whatever anymore and the reason is I honestly do not like writing it. I'll write kissing etc but not like r/x rated whatever. And it's not that I have something against it, it's just I really like adding a personality to my characters and having a plot and incorporating plot twists/surprises/tying in little details to a whole point (as you've probably noticed) and smut just doesn't do that for me and I have a real hard time trying to figure out what to do with it. So the other admin (Murphy) will do smut but I'm not gonna anymore sorry:/ I'll still write the Sergio/cris and the bale/cris but it's not gonna be r rated SORRY. Let me know anons if you still want it I won't be mad if you don't. As for the other fics, I'm still all in. Also note **well start putting our names in the fics so you guys get a feel and can request directly to one of us so thanks(:**

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Can you please please do a sergio ramos and cristiano fic? Preferably of them having sex or whatev. Please?

OK ANON so me (Alex) am going to explain my feelings in a separate post

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Can you make a fic about isco and james like a secret relationship yeas?

Yep sure

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Vespas and Hair (Juanando)

"Just hold me." "I have you." "Just hold me because I have to go back to London soon and I don't want too." Juan sighed as he stroked down Fernando's back. "When will you finally admit you can't save the Chelsea Fernando Torres?" "I'm not trying to save myself." "You're just in denial, amor." "Shut up and hold me." The midfielder laughed but tightened his hold on the older man. "You know what I've always wanted Fer?“ "Hm?" "A Vespa." The striker snorted. "A Vespa? Like a motorbike?" "Mhhm. They always looked so fun." "Juan you are not getting a Vespa." "Why not?“ "Because I would never sleep if you had a motorbike." "I'd wear a helmet." "You're not getting a motorbike." "What are you my mom telling me what I can and cannot do?" "I don't know does your mom make you scream like I do?" "You're a terrible person for saying that." "Love you too." The conversation between them flowed effortlessly for hours as they laid soaking up each other up before they had to part. "I have to go Juan." "No you don't." Juan kissed Fernando on the head and ran his fingers gently through the other mans hair. "Juan seriously I have to go." The smaller man sighed and loosened his grip only slightly. "Leave your hair like this." "What?" "I like your hair better brown. I mean obviously you look amazing either way but I like it better brown." Fernando looked up at Juan, a smile tugging at his lips. "I like it better too, love." Juan smirked at him. "Keep it long though. I like being able to run my fingers through it. And pull it a bit. I know that gets you going." Fernando chuckled as Juan rubbed his hand through the longer brown hair. He tugged slightly and the striker all but moaned. "See? Told you it gets you going." Fernando laughed, leaning up and kissing Juan. "Two weeks. Then you're ass is in London, okay?" Juan smirked this time "I'll try." "No, you have to be there Juan. I'll miss you too much if you aren't there." "God I forgot how much of a hopeless romantic you are." They both chuckled as Fernando finally, reluctantly, sat up. "But you love it, Juanito." "Course I do." Fernando ran his fingers through Juan's hair. The other Spaniard contrasted so obviously with him. Juan's curly hair, his fair skin, his effortless happiness. Fernando loved him for all of these contrasts but they were similar in way only they would understand. They both had an overwhelming desire to win, a competitiveness that sometimes got the better of them. They both loved each other more than words could ever truly express. But they knew. Of course they knew. "Go before I make you stay forever." The Chelsea man stood up, Juan quiclly mimicking his action. "That's not much of a threat Juan. That's really just a happy ending." "Go. You hopeless romantic. Go." Fernando leaned over and pressed his lips to Juan's. It was gentle, caring, kind. It was soft. It was everything Fernando wanted to say to Juan without the hours it would take to say them. The older man pulled back, a small smile playing on his lips. "I love you, Juanito." "Te amo, amor. Siempre." The striker smiled. "Siempre." He walked out of Juan's flat, a smile still stuck on his face, Juan's words replaying in his mind. Siempre. Siempre.

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Are you going to post anything today?:D im obsessed with your blog, i found it about 2 days ago and i read everything!

Aw thank you(: well other admin is supposed post the juanando and becksillas today so I'll remind her for you(: I'm doing the two cris fics tomorrow or after that

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Could you do a bale/cristiano smutty one?

Ok now you made my day anon yes of course.

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Thx:)Oh and please don't forget that Lamperry fic with chapters;))

Yeah that other admin who writes it. I'll yell at her for you (;

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could you please write a cristiano and sergio ramos? :D r-rated if possible :DD

I WAS WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO ASK ANON YOU MADE MY DAY. bc nobody really ships them but tbh they have a lot of bromantic moments

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To Come Back (Fer/Cesc Pt. 2)

Cesc and Fernando didn't last when Cesc left. They kept telling each other that oceans didn't matter and their love was unbreakable and a load of other cheesy crap they'd thought up, but the truth was: it didn't last. Fernando was mad at the other for leaving, since he had such a great career at Arsenal anyways. And that of all teams he'd went to Barcelona (although better than Real Madrid he must admit). Cesc was disappointed that Fernando had been so sour. He tried more often than Fernando to sew the wounds in the relationship but Fernando seemed to always pop the stitches on purpose. So he gave up and it ended. That's why Fernando was so surprised to see Cesc at his doorstep one day, saying he had come back to play in England. For Chelsea. And Fer had laughed nervously and said "Are you stalking me?" To make things less awkward and maybe bring up some of the past: but it all sounded forced and out of place. Fernando's stomach hurt. ----- He didn't understand what made Cesc decide what he had and things were still kind of shaky so he didn't have the nerve to ask. Cesc never offered an explanation that night either. Therefore Fernando was left with this hole of curiousness eating away at his brain and something else he decided to ignore. ---- They weren't dating anymore, yet Cesc didn't seem to mind. He didn't act rude or mad, didn't make things awkward. He tried to start up conversations and partnered up with the older man whenever the chance came up, and that hole of curiosity just kept growing bigger and hungrier. Fer responded though. He was a dick technically when Cesc left, so he thought the least he could do was be an active member in whatever Cesc was conducting. It got easier after a while. A few weeks in and he noticed that the smiles weren't forced and the laughs actually made his stomach clench and that he was genuinely happy whenever Cesc was around and talking. And he realized that Cesc had really grown out of his shell of shyness and that even though they weren't "dating" they were still best friends. Fernando realized he was honestly a bastard for letting Cesc go. ------ The younger man was a regular guest at Fernando's house. That's how it had always been. They never really knew why. Fernando would make coffee and they'd sit on the patio or on the couch and watch TV. Well the TV was on but they'd just talk over it. And when the coffee had gotten to their heads and Fernando knew it was time to go to sleep he'd push Cesc out the door, laughing and tangling their arms together. Sometimes he had the urge to ask Cesc to stay the night. Make up some stupid excuse that it was too late to drive or that too much caffeine meant it was not safe to use a car, but he'd always chicken out. He didn't want to seem too forward or scare the other away. He didn't actually know what he wanted in all honesty. ------ "I think I'll go now." And usually at that point Fernando would get up and say "Ok I'll walk you out." And somewhere along the way Cesc would get this mysterious look in his eyes and change his mind and that's when the 'pushing-out-the-door' commenced every single time, but this time Fernando stayed put. He wasn't sure why but he knew one thing: he wanted to kiss Cesc. It had been a really long time since he'd tasted Cesc's lips and that's what it was: the weird feeling he felt when he'd seen the other on his doorstep that night. He just wanted Cesc to be his again. So he pushed himself forward on a Cesc who was sitting there, waiting for the usual actions. Both their eyes widened at the initial impact, but then Fernando moaned into his mouth and Cesc began to kiss back. The younger man's fingers found themselves in his hair and Fernando's fingers trailed down into Cesc's jeans and everything progressed like he remembered them. Cesc stayed the night that time. And Fernando stayed right next to him, exactly where he (secretly) had wished to be. ---- Their fingers tangled together again subtly. Except this time Fernando could do it everyday and not the few select ones that Spain played. Cesc would kiss Fer right behind the ear again, right where the other had always loved. Fer would try exceptionally hard to rub the bridges of their noses together whenever they kissed because Cesc had some weird fetish. And everything would be completely perfect if it wouldn't have been for that (now canyon) of curiosity in Fer's head. He just needed to know why the other came back. Because Fernando Torres was a bastard who needed to have everything set out in front of him in alphabetical order or else he wouldn't be able to get it off his mind. He knew it was annoying but what could he do? It was a family thing. ----- "Tell me one thing." Fer mumbled and Cesc uncurled himself from the ball he was in between Fernando's legs. "Okay?" Fernando took a moment. He didn't want to offend. "You know I'm very glad you're here right?" "Yeah." "I just need to know something.." Cesc smiled encouragingly. "Why did you come back?" Cesc stared at him for a while. "You're gonna laugh.." And he dug his head into Fernando's neck trying to his cheeks. "Why would I laugh?" "Causeitscheesy." Fernando wrapped his fingers with Cesc's. "I won't." "Youwill." "No." Cesc sighed. "Ok fine." He brought his head up and focused on their hands. "Spain wasn't as fun without the person I loved." He looked up quickly to see Fernando's reaction and was relieved to see a genuine smile. "Aw you're cute." Fer cooed and poked his stomach. Cesc rolled his eyes and pressed their foreheads together. "But wait.." Fernando pulled away. "I was a dick to you? Why would you want me back?" Cesc smiled. "I don't know Fer. I guess I just have a thing for dicks."