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࣪𖤐ִ Ray ִ ࣪𖤐ִ 23 ࣪𖤐ִ South African ࣪𖤐ִ Chelsea, Barcelona & Milan ࣪𖤐ִ

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masterlist part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ Xavi Simons

Happy fathers Day [SMAU]

I'll be fine

wash day

VoiceOver

cool dad [SMAU]

current boyfriend

dad!Xavi request

happy hour (requested)

daddy cool

xavi x Neymar!daughter reader series (ongoing)

i hope this has changed cause when i wrote for him i was in my Spence era which i see many have entered

Pleaseeeeee😔😔😔

it’s up

i am?

pairing: boyfriend!Pedro Neto x girlfriend!Carolina Silva x girlfriend!reader

note: SHOCKING ANOTHER THROUPLE FROM BOBSKY BECAUSE SHE FINDS THE GIRL HOT! (gasp)

also i’m referring to Neto as Neto here, Pedro feels so unnatural omds😭🤧👎🏽

Neto’s knuckles whitened as he tightened his grip on the glass in his hand, the orange juice suddenly far bitter than the reality of it on his tongue— his eyes were firmly glued to you, stood at the breakfast bar, your bowl long forgotten as you engaged in a very enthralling conversation with Joao Felix, head thrown back in a laugh, eye contact laid on thick and the smile on your face unwavering.

“if you stare any longer they might explode” Carolina tells her boyfriend

“i hope he does” he spits venomously making her sigh

“you forget she’s not exactly entitled to act taken in public” she says to him

“she is because she’s mine” he says finally meeting her eyes

“ours” she corrects softly, hand coming up to cup his face “i doubt she’s doing it on purpose anyways”

“she is-

“how so?” Carolina challenges “she’s a beautiful woman, grabbing breakfast around single men-

“in a piece of string she calls a bikini” he adds

“that she picked to wear for you” Carolina says “go take a walk and calm down in the towel room”

before Neto can ask what the plan was, his girlfriend is up and sashaying toward you

you flinch and stiffen at the warm hand that circles your waist, resting there naturally before Carolina’s chin is resting on your chin

“João” she greets sweetly “mind if i steal my girl?”

“no problem” João nods “i’ll text you later”

“i’ll be waiting” you shoot

Carolina waits for Joao to step just out of earshot before putting her lips to your ear

“you’ve been a bad girl” she says, nails lightly scratching at your stomach “let’s take a walk”

you follow without complain, bowl long forgotten as she leads you inside and toward the room that stores the towels the team uses. you don’t dare utter a word even when she opens the door and steps aside for you to go inside

“behave” she says simply as you walk past her

inside Neto leans against one of the washing machines

his eyes immediately meet yours as the door closes behind Carolina with a soft click

“we couldn’t do this at the hotel?” you finally speak

“the first words you utter to me and that’s what you choose?” Neto asks pushing off the machine

“i don’t know what you want me to say” you say crossing your arms “good morning?”

“it would be one if my girlfriend wasn’t flirting with my teammate in front of me” Neto spits coming within breathing distance of you

“i’m only your girlfriend behind closed doors” you spit back “out there? Carolina is the one who gets to wear your kit, post you and flaunt you”

realisation drops on Neto like a bucket of cold water, his face instantly releasing

“baby” he breathes out

“that’s for her” you say stepping back

turning on your heel you’re face to face with Carolina, her demenor the complete opposite of your boyfriends

“talk to me beautiful” she says tucking a braid behind your ear “have we neglected you?”

“i’m used to it” you mumble

“you shouldn’t be” Neto cuts in, his hand coming up to your arm “i’m so sorry amore, i got so caught up in not being caught or putting you at risk i didn’t realise—

“you know João asked me how i was, if the hotel i was in was comfortable cause he’d heard stories about it, checked if i had a kit for tomorrows game” you cut in, turning to face Neto “what have you asked me?”

silence befalls you, your lovers sit stunned in the two weeks they’d been in the states you’d taken the role of Carolina’s friend, appearing on her IG as a friend not her girlfriend.

“exactly” you breath out “excuse me”

“baby wait” Carolina stops you “we can’t end this like this”

“this” you point between you three “ended the minute we landed”

“what—

“the seperate hotels, only meeting in random rooms, only Carolina coming to my room? am i even in this relationship?” you ask them, tears threatening to spill

“yes! of cause you are meu amor! i love you just as much as i love Carolina” Neto says cupping your face “please, let me show you”

you open your mouth to answer but a knock stalls your voice, Neto dropping his hands as if you’d burnt him. Joao peaks through

“oh hey” he smiles spotting you “Bernado and his wife are going to jet ski, thought i’d ask if you wanna join them since you said you wanted to ride camels”

your eyes meet Carolina’s briefly, a flicker of hurt crosses them

“yeah” you beam as João opens the door allowing you to go through and follow him, leaving your lovers in the room

“that’s it?” Carolina whispers, her voice cracking slightly

pairing: boyfriend!Ferran x girlfriend!reader

summary: tbh it’s just nasty sex and after that with Ferran

note: because he’s been plaguing my thoughts this bastard

“fuc- fuck Fer” you choked on a sob, Ferran’s thrusts relentless as you gasp for air in a room smelling nothing like the salty ocean it was next to

“i know mi vida” Ferran’s mocking voice reaches your ears past the fog of pleasure hugging your brain “cum for me again”

“ca- hah- can’t” you choke out

“yes you can” he says burying his face into your neck, his hand finding the apex you connect at, his thumb thumbing roughly at your overstimulated, swollen and throbbing clit peaking through its hood

“fuck” you almost scream, hands coming up to hug Ferran to your body as you tumble into your nth orgasm of that day, trembling against Ferran weakly as he gives one last thrust that buries himself inside you to the hilt

“shit” he breathes out, pulling off you and straightening up. Ferran’s eyes don’t leave your pussy as he pulls out, his dick glistening in your cum

“think this one took” he smirks as all but a single stream of his cum follows his dick

“don’t” you scold slapping his chest

Ferran laughs, collapsing next to you on his back.

“you’re the one catching your breath when i was the one being worked to the bone?” you question him

“and who was the one doing the fucking, fingering and eating?” he asks, eyes still not opening “thought so” he mumbles when he recieves silence in return

a comfortable silence settles between you both, your eyes naturally scan over Ferran whose eyes are still closed. the layer of sweat highlights his chest in a way that dries your mouth as it rises and falls with every breath he takes.

your hand, having a mind of its own, lays on his chest, slowly tracing up his neck, cupping his stubbly chin and rubbing his cheekbones where his lashes rest on the cheekbones before ending up in his hair. Damp with sweat and slightly sticky from it you run your fingernails against his scalp, earning a groan of approval

“uh uh” you lightly scold pulling on the strands slightly “no sleep”

“just a nap mi amor” Ferran mumbles turning on his side, he pulls you toward him, chest slot inbetween your boobs “let me recharge”

“we have a ski ride in 20 Fer” you say pushing him off you “and we still need to shower”

“why can’t we go like this?” he asks, eyes opening

“i’m not going out into the general public sticky with sweat” you say simply “and your cum is still inside me”

“i still don’t see what’s wrong”

you roll your eyes, getting off the bed

“i’m joking baby!” Ferran yells out, shimmying off the bed “i’m coming”

“you can shower in the downstairs bathroom” you tell him simply

“why can-

“you trying to shower with me lead to this” you say pointing at the disheveled bed

“actually it was that waiter flirting with you” he shrugs

“i don’t give a damn” you say throwing a towel at him which he catches effortlessly “10 minutes or i’m leaving without you, i didn’t come here to have sex”

“fine” he sighs “i’ll get a taste of that sweet pussy later on”

pairing: Tyrese Noslin x black!reader x Curaçao players cameos

summary: a Curacao players after party paves the way for more

note: JJ is Jearl, i’m too lazy to write out Jearl Margaritha a beg

“are you being serious right now!” you hiss at your friend, watching the uber speed past your hotel

“as serious as a heart attack” she says locking her phone

“you literally met this guy once!” you say hitting her arm

“and that was enough” she smiles rubbing the spot

you sigh in your seat, knowing no amount of words would stop her or the uber from taking you to this mysterious after party. she thanks the driver as he pulls up to a location, the music bleeding through the cracks of the club as she tells the bouncers something you’re unable to pick up from the noise around you before you’re pulled into the space

bodies bump into you, others apologising, and others too drunk to realise as you register your surroundings, the song floating through the air unfamiliar but the melody catchy as you bump into your friends back, now stopped in front of a door

“girl-

“relax, JJ is coming” she says simply

and come he does, flashing his dimples as he pulls your friend into the private section, far quieter but the music changes, the vibe more celebratory, calmer in a way.

“JJ” your friend smiles “this is my best friend”

“hi best friend” JJ smiles, eyes low, words slower, alcohol very clearly in his system “i have a friend who-

“she’s not here for that” your best friend giggles

JJ smirks, pulling her into his side “come with me”

you follow behind them, down a hallway through some curtains into an open space, decorations matching the Curacao colours, the music is flowing the players are scattered and there’s not a single empty hand in sight

“two is greedy brother” Antonisse laughs

“don’t be an asshole” Leandro grits out flicking the boys ear “please, make yourself comfortable, don’t mind him”

“the drinks are 100% free and my pants are 100% off as well” Antonisse smirks

“ignore him” JJ says as Leandro pulls the drunk boy away

“feeling like a drink pretty?” he ask, attention back on your best friend

“please” she says in her sweetest voice

you watch them stumble toward the bar, deciding to find a place of quiet to regroup yourself you find the door leading to the balcony. The night lights of Atlanta coupled with the sounds of the club and cars, somewhat grounds you as you take a deep breath in

“shit” a voice snaps you back into reality, you turn back, a tattooed man stands at the door

“sorry am i-

“no you’re not i am” he says quickly

“no please” you say going to leave

his hands come up quickly, resting on your waist, warmer than the summer night breeze

“i’m in no rush to go back in there” he says softly “and i’d appriciate some company”

“okay” you whisper out

“i’m Tyrese” he smiles, a beautiful blinding smile you blink at as you reply with your name “beautiful” he breathes out

you blink

“your name i mean” he says quickly “you too”

“you’re real bold for someone i just met” you laugh softly

“that’s kinda what happens when i’m tipsy and i meet pretty girls” the boy smirks

“okay now player” you giggle putting your hand on his chest “how’s about you take me out for dinner first”

“if you let me” Tyrese’s hands squeeze your waist, now making it apparent he was steadying himself with you

“let’s take a breather” you giggle

Tyrese allows you to guide him to a chair and table that’s sat on the balcony, conversation starting slowly, picking up gradually on the questions and surprisingly, your laughter picks up as well, wafting through the streets of Atlanta below you

“so you weren’t meant to be here?” he asks

“nope” you say popping your p “we came from the club”

“i gotta thank JJ” Tyrese smiles softly

“why?” you ask

“without him i would have never met such a beautiful woman” Tyrese says now leaning forward

pairing: gf!reader x bf!João

summary: you come to support your boyfriend at the WC but he’s playing against your home country

note: act like the girl is wearing a Congo flag

Joao’s eyes take you in before he calls out for you, the blue of the Congo kit against the chocolate of your skin melts well under the stadium lights and the Cali sun. Your hair thrown over your shoulder, opting for some jeans and a sneaker as you talk to Caroline over something frugal while you laugh at her

“i thought you’d wear my jersey” João’s voice reached you before he did

you look down toward the stairway, finding your boyfriend staring up at you, a pout on his lips

“you’re playing against my country baby, i don’t think it makes sense that i wear a Portuguese jersey when i’m Congolese” you giggle

“he’s not gonna like that” Carolina laughs next to you

“well he’s gonna have to accept it” you shrug simply

“what if i score?” he asks

“then you score baby” you shrug “just don’t expect me to celebrate with you, this is my home country”

“am i not your home?” Joao pouts

“João” you say simply

“okay” he sighs taking a seat next to you “you still would have looked better in red”

“stop it” you say squeezing his thigh for emphasis “feeling nervous?”

“as usual” he sighs “want to give me tips on how to beat your country?”

you laugh, slapping his thigh

“that’s cheating” you accuse

“you’re the one sleeping with the opposition” João shrugs

“okay TMI” Caroline laughs “i’m gonna go grab us something to drink”

Caroline is up and gone, João quickly pulling you into his lap, his head rested against your side

“missed you” he mumbles as you run your fingers through his hair

“you saw me this morning handsome” you giggle softly

“i know but that was forever ago” João groans

“you’re so dramatic” you laugh

“i knew i’d find you here” Bernado’s voice pulls your attention

“where i belong” João says simply

“you belong there” Bernado says pointing toward the pitch

“it can’t be time yet” João whines

“come on loverboy” he laughs

you shift off Joao’s lap, giggling as he whines at the loss of contact

“i’m here supporting you, and Congo okay” you smile squeezing his hand “play your game”

“i love you” João smiles kissing your for head

pairing: Portuguese!reader x Nathan Mbuku

summary: you keep catching Nathan’s eye

note: i kinda went too long on this one lol— also NAWT google translating portuguese for this sorry yall

The stadium is too loud for you to be thinking straight…

Drums. Vuvuzelas. Chants rolling like thunder through the stands, your country’s colors painted across your cheeks, your voice already raw from screaming. You should be focused on the match on the way Portugal is pressing high, on the way the crowd surges every time the ball nears the box.

Instead, you’re staring at him

A Congolese player

He’s across the pitch during warm-ups, laughing with his teammates, completely at ease in enemy territory. His jersey feels like an insult against everything you’re wearing, everything you stand for, a challenge of some sort but yet….

Your eyes keep finding him.

“Girl, if you don’t stop looking at him!” your friend nudges you hard in the ribs. “That is literally the opposition.”

“I’m not looking,” you lie

She snorts. “You’ve been not-looking for ten minutes.”

You roll your eyes, forcing your attention back to the pitch just as the whistle blows for kickoff. The crowd erupts, and for a while, you let yourself get lost in it; every pass, every tackle, every near miss making your heart jump.

Until it happens, a foul. Right near your section.

Players converge, voices rising, tempers flaring and he’s right there in the middle of it. Jaw tight. Shoulders squared. Arguing in a language you don’t fully understand, but in a tone that’s universal, body language that needs no translation

And then he glances up.

Straight at you.

It’s not an accident. Not a passing look. A deliberate, lingering glaze that catches your breath as he’s caught your eyes

You look behind you, just to be sure he isn’t looking at someone else. But when you turn back

nope

Still you.

Still that look.

Something shifts in his expression. The tension eases just a fraction, replaced by something almost amused.

Dangerous.

Curious even

Then his teammate tugs him away, the moment snapping like a thread pulled too tight. The game resumes, and you tell yourself that was nothing.

“fuck” you say to yourself

You don’t look at him again. The match ends in chaos, A late goal saves you a point, you should be in celebration, maybe anger at the fact that Portugal could have walked off with three points, yet your heart stutters and flutters at the sight of him pulling his jersey off, a handshake exchanged between himself and one of your players leaving your mouth dry, your eyes wondering, following the one drop of sweat that seems to journey down his chest, between his pecks, down his abs that contract with every word, every shaky breath

“Let’s go,” your friend mutters. “Before I start throwing things.”

You nod, letting her drag you toward the exit with the rest of the crowd. The energy has shifted, heavier now, frustrated, buzzing with post-match tension.

You barely notice where you’re going until you’re suddenly… not with the crowd anymore.

“Wait—” you turn, but your friend is gone, swallowed by a wave of people moving in the opposite direction.

“Great,” you mutter under your breath.

You step back, trying to reorient yourself—and that’s when you hear it.

“Hey.”

The voice is low. Close.

You turn slowly.

And there he is.

Closer than he’s ever been,no pitch, no distance, no crowd separating you now. Just him, shirtless, a Portugal kit slung over his shoulder, still glowing from the match, eyes locked onto yours like earlier wasn’t a coincidence at all.

Your stomach flips.

“You’re lost,” he says, accent curling around the words.

“I’m fine,” you shoot back automatically, lifting your chin. “I know where I’m going.”

He glances around the empty corridor you’ve somehow ended up in, then back at you, one brow raising.

“sure” he draws out

You cross your arms. “Shouldn’t you be celebrating?”

His mouth tilts, not quite a smile, maybe a smirk? “I was.”

“And now?” you ask before you can stop yourself, your tone sharp

His gaze drops to your jersey. Your colors. Your loyalty, worn boldly across your chest. When his eyes lift again, there’s something new in them. Something sharper.

“Now,” he says slowly, stepping closer, “I’m talking to you.”

Your breath catches, but you don’t move. You refuse to give him that.

“You just beat my team,” you remind him.

“drew” he corrects

“You’re not supposed to be likable.”

A quiet laugh slips from him, softer than you expect. “I’m not trying to be.”

“so what are you doing here?” you snap

He’s close enough now that you can see the details—sweat beading along his temple, the rise and fall of his chest, the way his focus never wavers from your face.

“Why did you keep looking at me?” you ask suddenly.

The question hangs between you, heavier than it should be, and he doesn’t answer immediately either, chosing to study you, surveying what answer to give you

Finally, he says, “Because you were looking at me first.”

“I was not—”

“You were,” he interrupts, not unkindly. “Every time I looked up.”

You open your mouth to argue again, but nothing comes out.

Because he’s right.

And he knows it.

A slow, knowing smile spreads across his face, and it does something unfair to your chest.

“This is a bad idea,” you say, though you don’t step back.

“Probably,” he agrees.

“Someone’s going to see us,” you say.

“Then I should walk you out,” he replies, already stepping aside, gesturing down the corridor. “Make sure you don’t get lost again.”

You hesitate.

“no” you say finally “bye”

he catches your wrist “what if i want to see you again”

“then you’ll see me on Instagram” you say simply, pulling your wrist back and walking away

pairing: sneaky link!reader x SL!Richard

note: i’m trying to see if this one line style is sexy or not… yall lmk… also manually auto caping is so FAWKING HARD omds, never again.

You weren’t supposed to text him back.

That was the rule you made for yourself the first time.

And the second.

And definitely tonight.

Yet here you are…standing outside the team hotel, hoodie pulled up, heart beating just a little too fast for someone who swore this was nothing.

Just a link.

Just vibes.

Maybe some nasty sex

Nothing serious.

Your phone buzzes.

💬: I’m downstairs.

You don’t even have time to overthink it before the side door opens and he steps out, low cap, training jacket, moving like he’s done this before.

Like he knew you’d come.

Richard’s eyes find you instantly.

“Thought you weren’t answering me,” he says, voice low, already walking closer.

“I wasn’t,” you reply, folding your arms like that’ll give you some kind of control here.

It doesn’t.

Not when he stops right in front of you.

Not when he looks at you like that

“Then why are you here?” he asks.

You tilt your head, pretending to think about it. “Bad decision-making skills?”

A quiet huff of a laugh leaves him, but it doesn’t last. His gaze drops, quick, deliberate, taking you in like he’s been thinking about this all day.

Maybe he has.

“Yeah,” he murmurs, stepping closer. “I had a feeling.”

Your back brushes lightly against the wall behind you before you even realize you’ve moved.

Or maybe he moved you?

“You’re not even trying to be subtle anymore,” you say, but your voice has softened, lost some of its bite.

“Don’t need to,” he replies.

His hand comes up, resting against the wall beside your head, not touching you yet, but close enough that you feel it.

Everything about him is close.

Too close.

“You always show up,” he adds.

Your pulse spikes. “Don’t act like you don’t text first.”

A faint smirk tugs at his mouth. “And you still come.”

You should say something back.

Something smart.

Something that puts distance between you and whatever this is.

Instead, your fingers curl into the front of his jacket.

His eyes drop to the movement.

Then back to your face.

That’s it.

That’s all it takes.

“Say it again,” he says quietly.

“Say what?”

“That you shouldn’t be here.”

Your lips part slightly. “I shouldn’t be here.”

He nods once.

“Good.”

And then he kisses you.

It’s immediate,no buildup this time, no hesitation. His hand slides from the wall to your jaw, pulling you into it like he’s been waiting all night to do exactly this.

You kiss him back just as fast, just as reckless.

Like neither of you learned anything from the last time.

Your grip tightens on his jacket, pulling him closer, and he lets you, steps in, presses you more firmly against the wall, the space between you disappearing completely.

Heat blooms low in your chest, sharp and addictive.

“You’re trouble,” you murmur against his lips, breath uneven.

“You keep answering,” he counters, voice just as unsteady now.

That controlled energy?

Gone.

Or at least cracked.

His forehead rests briefly against yours, like he’s trying to catch his breath but his hand doesn’t move from your jaw, thumb brushing slow, absentminded.

“You said this was the last time,” he reminds you.

You let out a quiet laugh, still too close, still not moving away. “I say that every time.”

“Yeah.”

A pause.

Neither of you steps back.

Neither of you even tries.

His gaze drops to your lips again, like he’s already decided something.

“You leaving?” he asks.

You already know the answer

You glance toward the door.

Then back at him.

“…Are you?”

That smirk again—smaller this time, but heavier.

“Not if you’re not.”

Your heart does that stupid thing again.

And instead of walking away…

You reach for him first.

pairing: husband!Guela x wife!reader

note: i miss my husband so much💔💔💔💔

coaches instructions were simple

no one was to sleep with, or book for their families in the same hotel that the team were staying in

this was for many reasons, safety being the main one, but also having been a young boy himself, the coach knew the restrain and discipline needed to keep yourself away from your significant other in times like this

decipline Guela thought he had

but seeing you in the stand, the Ivorian kit draped over you, his name etched on the back, the smile on your face, the glow in your skin post win over Curacao? his restrain disappeared as fast as his clothes the second he set foot into the room you’d given him despite your better judgement.

he rolled over in the crumpled hotel sheets, hand automatically searching for you to his left, his brows furrowing in confusing when his palm met sheets.

“ma femme?” his deep, rough, sleep-laced voice rang

the door to the connecting bathroom opened and closed with a soft click, you emerged, braids thrown in a bun atop your head, his match-worn Ivory Coast kit steady swaying with every step your sock clad feet took toward the bed & swallowing you slightly, even shifting off your shoulders

Guela watched you slip back into bed, your hand coming up to his bare chest to rest

“where’d you go?” he almost pouted

“bathroom” you answer sweetly “needed to pee”

“oh really?” Guela asks “cause you smell like toothpaste”

“you know i hate a gross mouth baby” you tell him simply

“wasn’t gross when you were mouthing on my di-

“okay” you interrupt him making him laugh

silence settles between you both, comfortable, but also allowing you to make note of the invisible timer on your time together as Guela’s thumb rubs against your hipbone

“you sure your coach isn’t gonna be upset about this?” you ask lifting your head from his chest

Guela shrugs “he doesn’t exactly know i’m here”

“Guela!” you scold

“Amad is keeping my facade up” Guela shrugs

“baby what if-

“what if nothing beautiful” Guela interrupts placing a kiss to your lips “i missed my wife, i saw her for 20 minutes and i had to come see her again”

your shoulders drop slightly out of softness

“plus you looked so pretty in my kit” he almost growls

“is anything ever PG with you” you laugh sitting up

“not when you look like this” Guela’s hand runs up your now crossed legs, palm resting against your knee “think we have enough time to-

“i’m still sore!” you scold him “plus we should get up, room service is on the way”

“bébé”

“Guela Doue”

Guela sighs, pushing the covers off him making you turn sharply

“bébé” Guela almost laughs

“you’re naked” you say matter of factly

“did you magically forget what we did last night?” he laughs “stop being silly and join me in the shower”

“i’ll never get used to this” you say feeling your face heat up

“you’re gonna have to bébé” Guela smirked hugging you from behind “we’re married remember”

“how can i forget” you giggle flexing your fingers allowing the light to catch the diamonds on your ring stack

“mmh and married people shower together” Guela says guiding you toward the bathroom you’d emerged from

“Guela the food-

“they’ll leave it at the door-

“but it’ll be cold-

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