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#antoine griezmann drabble
808heartz · 10 months
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Hii plz could you do an antoine griezmann fluff+angst, where you have an argument about him never making any time for u, and u both give each other the silent treatmen for a while, even tho u both need each other so bad, so before u go to bed u both give in and just cuddle+apologise
so my darling — antoine griezmann
genre: fluff, angst.
summary: antoine’s been so distracted that he can’t even spare a single minute to talk to you.
warnings: none.
“What are we doing for dinner tonight?”
It felt as if you were talking to a wall.
A frantic wall, at that: Antoine was pacing back and forth as he packed his training bag, mumbling to himself about things he may have needed and stuff that he hoped he hadn’t forgotten about just yet.
“Are you even listening to me?” You scoffed, putting your hands on your hips as you looked at him with a cocked eyebrow. He didn’t meet your gaze, of course, still in his own head while he packed his bag.
This wasn’t the first time this week he’d done this: you couldn’t recall the last time you had a full conversation, let alone a date, and Antoine never had time to engage with you about anything. The most you saw him was in the morning and at night, and despite his body holding yours still, it wasn’t enough.
“Antoine!” You snapped and shouted his name, breaking his trance and making him turn to face you. His hand ran through his hair and his face contorted to a confused expression, which made you scowl. “I’ve been trying to talk to you for the last five minutes and you weren’t even listening to me.”
Antoine sighed loudly and dropped his bag back onto the couch, sitting down next to it as he clasped his hands together. His lips were tight and he shrugged as he beckoned you to go on, trying to make himself look as if he was really interested.
“Seriously?” You spoke dryly, chuckling in disbelief.
“You wanted to talk, I’m waiting for you to talk.” Antoine’s tone was full of unabashed nonchalance, and his demeanor showed it as well: beyond the clasped hands and tight lips, it was seen in his slumped shoulders and the annoyance that lingered in the crease of the corner of his eyelids.
You rolled your eyes and facepalmed, wondering how a simple conversation about dinner turned into this. “I ask you what we’re doing for dinner later since you know, you promised date night a few weeks back, but you’ve been far too busy to even pay attention.” Disappointment was laced in your voice, your forehead crinkling with stress, and to be quite honest: now you wish you hadn’t said anything at all.
He stood up and grabbed his training bag after he’d heard enough, walking past you, but he couldn’t ignore the sadness in your voice when you asked him where he was going. “I don’t really have time for this right now, I have to go.” Antoine spoke with a sigh, and he didn’t mean to come off this way, but unfortunately, he was. He turned back to you and tried to press a kiss against your cheek, hoping to mend the issue as best as he could now until he could fix it later, but he had ended up kissing the air when you dodged his kiss and chuckled dryly at his audacity.
“You don’t have time for anything it seems, Antoine.”
“Now you’re just being a child.” He huffed angrily.
You pointed at the front door, silently telling him to leave while you tried to recollect yourself. He kissed his teeth and nodded in response, swinging his bag over his shoulder as he walked towards the door and he looked at you one last time before slamming it behind him.
The house had been quiet ever since he left, and you couldn’t even remember making a sound after the door slammed shut: blocking the argument out of your mind by cleaning anything and everything that you could, checking emails once and then twice before you thought about him again.
The only thing you could do to get your mind off everything was cook dinner, but even that didn’t help you: unconsciously chopping enough food for two and cooking a larger portion, even setting out two plates on the table. The sign in your kitchen that read ‘made with love’ had made your heart hurt and your stomach ache, feeling the usual despair that laid in the pit of your stomach whenever the two of you were are odds, and all you wanted was Antoine.
All you wanted was him: in your arms, next to you, to hear him speak you and say how much he loved you. The distance had you craving a love that he had suddenly stopped giving you, and a part of you wondering if you had anything to do with it from the way he brushed you off earlier.
The front door opening and closing had made the thoughts jump out of your mind: now you were the one frantically plating your dinner, even nice enough to making a plate for Antoine, before you walked past him and began to eat your dinner alone in the dining room. You could feel his gaze on you, hearing the clattering of his fork that scraped against his plate, and he only looked at you—neither of you saying a word, but the itch you had to spit something out and hug him was strong, and you needed to scratch it badly. You wanted to and you thought about it, not one to put your pride to the side often, and when the opportunity came, you waited for him to approach you: but he didn’t.
Antoine had walked past the dining room into the living room and plopped onto the couch with his dinner in hand, turning on the television to watch the show he’d been binging without you the last few days. You were taken aback, but left it alone: the silent treatment hurt and you hated to do it too, but maybe it was for the best until the two of you were ready to talk.
At least, that’s what you tried to tell yourself.
Settling down for the night was more awkward than the previous evenings. While you switched into your pajamas, Antoine laid in bed on his side and paid no attention, not watching you like he normally did. He didn’t even take most of the covers, something he did on purpose sometimes to annoy you, and he rarely had any covers on him actually. You turned your body to face the other side of the room, backs to each other for the first time in forever, and all you could hear were the soft breaths filling the room.
Your eyes fluttered shut, but no sleep came, and you couldn’t even tell if you were tired anymore: too concerned about the stranger next to you in bed, wondering if he felt the same way you did tonight.
“Are you still awake?” You croaked out quietly, clutching the blankets with your eyes still shut, hoping that you didn’t make a mistake by speaking. The bed shifted and you felt the covers slide over your body, knowing that it was him taking some for himself.
Antoine hummed in response: not enthusiastically or tiredly, but not at all angry either. His back was still facing yours, and although you were the first to say something tonight, you didn’t know what to say to him.
He didn’t know either.
“Are we okay?”
“I’m sorry.”
The two of you spoke at the same time, shocking the other as you both turned to face each other in bed. He smiled slightly and you mustered up an awkward one, feeling the corners of your lips tug upward. He inched closer to you and you followed, closing the distance between both of you—for once, this week.
Antoine’s hand landed on your cheek shakily, brushing the pad of his thumb against your skin, and he let out a sigh in relief when you leaned into his touch. “I’m sorry about everything: what I said to you earlier about acting like a child and for not giving you the time, and effort, that you’ve been wanting from me.” He said with a sense of guilt, continuing as his blue eyes bored into yours. “Being in bed with you and not talking for as long as we did today hurt me, but I know that it hurt you more, and I’m sorry.”
“I just missed you, Antoine.” You whimpered through quivering lips as you blinked back tears. “The last few days, we’ve woken up together and went to bed together, but I missed you: it feels like we haven’t connected in so long, I don’t even know how your days are going or about your trainings, and I can’t even remember the last time I heard you laugh.”
Sympathy and regret washed over his face, and he peppered kisses along your cheek up to your temple, kissing your hair; and he felt his heart shatter into more pieces when he smelt your shampoo, unable to recall the last time he truly savored the fragrance besides tonight. “I know, cherie, I know.” Antoine reassured you in a soft voice as he wrapped his arm around your waist and held you closer. “I love you, and I missed you too. I’m sorry.”
Knowing that he still loved you, and was far more apologetic than you thought he’d be, had let the fear and overwhelming thoughts that rattled your brain drift away. Your head rested on his arm and you shut your eyes at the contact of his lips on your outer corner, feeling the kisses he peppered along the perimeter of your face slowly, and you drunk in the affection—relishing in the love he was showering you with, and oddly comforting enough; it felt like things went back to normal now, before the miscommunication that tore the two of you apart.
It felt like an ordinary night: finding yourself tangled between the sheets and Antoine’s arms while his lips pressed kisses that felt like promises and ‘never agains’ all over your body, whispering his love for you in French as his hands drew soothing circles on your back. His lips would find yours in a gentle and passionate kiss that made you feel dizzy the moment you pulled away, but you always found yourself back in the comfort of his arms, where you belonged.
“Remember, I’ll always love you,” Antoine murmured as he laid the covers on top of your frame until your shoulders, not pulling them closer to him: getting all the warmth he could possibly need from you only, as he watched you drift off to sleep, full of relief like him.
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judebelle · 1 year
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antoine griezmann angst plz
he only loves me - a.g. x reader
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a/n : this req wasn't rlly too specific, but i tried my best to come up w a plot!
cw : swearing, angst, crying, yelling, argument, antoine being an asshole, manipulation, lies, etc
pairing : antoine griezmann x fem!reader
wc : 1.1k
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"so you can go fuck around with your friends but you can't even bother to text me and let me know if you're okay?"
you were standing across from your boyfriend of three years in his large house, arms crossed over your chest. antoine had been avoiding and ignoring you for some weeks now, prioritizing other things over your relationship. you had asked if he could stay and keep you company since you had a bad headache and stomachache and didn't want to be home alone in the house.
whenever antoine wasn't feeling well, you would always stay with him. you would cook him food, keep him comfortable, and make sure he was well rested. you needed to rest, but you were worried about antoine since he had not told you when he was coming home from practice and was four hours late which affected your fatigue.
instead of resting and keeping well, you had spent the last few hours sitting on the large and empty couch across from the front door waiting for your boyfriend with a shaking leg and twiddling thumbs.
"oh i'm sorry! i didn't know i had to inform you of my every move!" antoine rolled his eyes at you and slid off his shoes and tossed his practice bag onto the floor.
"pick up your shit, i'm not gonna do it for you." you were getting annoyed now. antoine knew that you weren't well and was still acting like a child - throwing his bags and rolling his eyes. "it's fine i'll do it later." "no you won't!" you shouted loudly, your voice echoing in antoine's large property. "you never do shit! you're all talk!"
"should i remind you that i am the one paying the bills? it's my house, i can do whatever the fuck i please to in it!"
you ignored antoine's rude comment when your curiosity got the best of you. "what were you doing out so late anyway? why couldn't you pick up your phone and tell me that you were going to be late?" your voice was accusing, and you were unfortunately implying something that you wished you wouldn't have to.
"i was out with my boys. you know that i never get to see them anymore, training isn't enough!" "where were you and your boys?" your eyes were squinted and your hands were rested upon your hips.
"we were at the clu- why am i telling you this? i don't need to prove anything to you!" antoine shouted sharply. "yes you do because i am your fucking girlfriend!" antoine gulped at your words. your voice might as well have been gone from how long and loudly you had been screaming for. your head was pounding harder than before and your ears were ringing.
"three years! three years we have been together and we have never had a problem like this. why so sudden? did i do something? did i say something? is anything bothering you?!" you were really desperate to know why he was suddenly so cold towards you.
"i was out with sylvie."
you weren't expecting that. you weren't expecting that at all. antoine wasn't the type of man to lie to your face like that. especially about staying out late with his ex girlfriend. you were so focused on the fact that he lied to you that it didn't click that he was out with his ex.
"why..?"
"she just um.. she wanted to see me, and i wanted to see her too."
"why?"
"we haven't seen each other for a while. you know that we were very close friends before we had a relationship. she had texted me saying that she missed me and wanted to hang out- no strings."
"why?"
"baby please say something else."
you didn't know what to feel. you couldn't even look at him, your shame and anger making your face turn hot. your eyes were focused on the floor, mind and heart running a marathon, but your body frozen still.
"antoine."
once you regained your composure, you were ready to confront him. you weren't going to let him see you break.
"what did you two do..? and don't- don't fucking lie to me because that seems to be a new habit of yours."
your head finally raised and your eyes locked with his. your finger was pointing at him accusingly. his eyes were looking down and his pink lips were held in a pout.
"y/n please don't get mad-"
"what the fuck did you two do?"
'i kissed her."
it was like the air got knocked out of your lungs. your eyebrows shot up and mouth opened to speak, but nothing but short breaths and gasps arose as your hands fell to your sides. your vision became blurry despite your original plan to not cry, but how could you not? your boyfriend of three years went running back to his ex because he "missed her" and then proceeded to cheat on you.
"okay." your cheeks were now wet with tears, but you wouldn't have noticed if they didn't fall onto your lips since your face felt numb.
"what.. what- what do you mean 'okay'? what- where are you going? y/n! look at me when i'm talking to you, dammit!" you had turned on your heel and stormed to the bedroom, not even giving a second thought as to what you were about to do. you threw open the closet and grabbed a bag, packing clothes and makeup disorderly. you were being so aggressive that antoine was scared to even go near you.
"y/n stop being irrational i can explain!"
you had enough clothes packed to last you a while before grabbing your wallet, charger, toothbrush, and makeup bag as you sniffled, hardly seeing what you were grabbing since your eyes were filled with tears. you felt so incredibly stupid. you actually believed that antoine was out with his friends for hours. you actually believed that he loved you and wouldn't lie and cheat on you after three years of your relationship.
"y/n can you just- fuck!"
antoine cursed loudly before grabbing harshly onto your arms as he pulled you away from your bag that you were throwing thigs in haphazardly.
"don't fucking- antoine let go!"
"let me explain. please. please listen it was all a mistake. i only love you i promise."
"antoine don't-"
"please understand y/n. you're all i have. i love you so much. i've always loved you. i didn't mean to kiss her. you're the only one for me. that was all a mistake - with her. it was just the heat of the moment! i would never hurt you like that - you know it! i mean it with all my heart, cherie. i only love you."
lies and deception spewed from his lips which he connected with yours, working his untruths into your mouth like water, which you drank compliantly.
he only loves me.
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footballffbarbiex · 9 months
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Blank Space. Chapter One
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player: antoine griezmann words: 1214 summary: being a single mom isn’t easy, more so when it’s plus one season and invites are through your door on a monthly basis but with no-one to take. Tired of the pitying glances and coming up with excuses, you decide that a plus one is just for the night, and that can be bought. But what if that hourly booking isn’t enough, but the boyfriend experience comes at too much of a cost? series warnings: sex work (male escort), single mom client, swearing bc it's me, unrequited love (OR IS IT?), angst (bc apparently i like to put Anto through the fucking wringer.) probably more but i can't think straight rn.
I can’t remember if I shared this here, but I’m really excited for this series. Lemme know what you think. 
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The door has barely had time to close when you’re already dropping your bag to the floor and shrugging out of your coat. You toe your shoes off, knowing that you’ll hate yourself a little tomorrow when you see the creases in the back of them but you’re too tired from work to care right now. You scoop your bag back up and drape it over a coat hook before scooping up today’s post from the doormat and heading down the hallway and flicking on the heating without missing a step.
James won’t be home for a while, the childminder isn’t due for another two hours, giving you the chance to finish off dinner and get a bath ready for him. Stepping into the kitchen, you breathe in the scent of the contents of the slow cooker and the rumbling in your stomach reminds you of the lunch that you skipped earlier. Skipped or forgot because you were so rushed off your feet? No matter the reason, the result is still the same and this has you reaching for a snack while you check over the envelopes and leaflets that have come.
Trash. Trash. Trash. Trash.
They fall to the counter top one by one as you look over them. Some are promising guaranteed credit card acceptance with an extortionately high APR, some are designed to look like letters but are concealing house buying promises from estate agents. A few are small booklets with the latest deals from stores begging for you to spend money. And one, in a carefully tied envelope that can only mean one thing.
You pause chewing as you turn it over, the edges perfectly sealed but the bottom of the envelope flap has been secured anyway with a small return address sticker. You knew because of the handwriting on the front and your stomach drops at the thought of attending another event alone. It’s opened within seconds, a careful slice to the top with a knife, even though you have a letter opener somewhere that your neighbour gave you after she saw you do exactly this.
You scan the information, take in the intricate details and know that these were professionally made. Not that you expected anything different, the bride-to-be had always been anal about details and making sure everything was just so, the wedding would be no different. The wedding invite falls on top of the pile and you push away from the counter as you debate what to do.
Of course stepping through the doors is easy. Mixing with others, especially those that you know, is simple. But summoning the energy, putting on a fake smile when people ask “so, bring a plus one?” and you can see the hope in their eyes that you’re bringing someone who isn’t a friend? That takes some doing. Having to explain why you haven’t yet found that “special someone” is draining. It’s not that you’re not happy for those whose weddings or baby showers you’re invited to, it’s the constant justification of why you’re surviving without a man.
You’re too hungry to think about this on an empty stomach and the need to get out today’s clothes is strong.
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With dinner consumed and your favourite glass of wine in hand, you’re browsing every streaming site you subscribe to. James is sleeping soundly upstairs, his heavy breathing borderlining a gentle snore. He’d come home, boisterous, loud and chaotic in all the ways a little boy can be. He’d returned home with tales from nursery, little things that had made him laugh and stories he’d wanted to remember tell you. He’d gobbled up his food, his feet swinging in the gap between the seat and the floor. He’d barely left anything on his plate, slurped up his juice before playing a little before it was time for bed.
After kisses, cuddles and with a nighttime story read, James had fallen asleep before you’d reached the last page. You’d brushed his hair aside and given him a kiss on his forehead before ensuring he was fully tucked up and asleep before making your way back downstairs and getting comfortable on the sofa.
Selecting something as more background noise than anything, your mind drifts back to the invite. You weigh up the pros and cons of both attending and refusing to go. Both have their own perks, but very different outcomes. One would leave you feeling almost less than a person, again, and the other would leave you happy to be at home but judged and most likely shunned from any events in the future - even if you had someone to accompany you.
Humour, almost sarcastically really, has you reaching for your phone and loading up the web browser and typing “where to loan a plus one”.
You didn’t believe for a second that you’d get an actual hit. Of course, almost everything has a result, but more often than not it’s not what you want. But instead, you find yourself with several pages of results and all of a similar nature. You weren’t a prude or at the thought of being behind by several decades, but you hadn’t expected to see the options for this kind of question being from escort agencies.
Intrigue had you clicking and reading over the information there. Some of it was new. You’d genuinely believed that booking an escort was mostly for one thing. Here it details many different options and prices, ranging from hourly rates, 6 hour blocks, overnight stays which can include “the relationship package”, or dates.
You found yourself clicking on what counted as a date and found that many bookings, for all their escorts, were for work events, weddings and anything else that required a plus one. You’d never considered this as a possibility. Didn’t know if you were considering this as an option now. Wouldn’t it be easier to just not go than pay for someone to pretend they’re interested in you?
You’re already here so there’s no harm in clicking on a few profiles as you hypothetically pick out a date. You can see why people would pay for these men, they were beautiful. On their profiles, they have sections which state their expertise. Some are given glowing reviews for their boyfriend experiences, for their ability to put their clients at ease. Some are incredible with their hands or mouth, some exceed in oral. Some are listed as “above average” and some have preference for plus size. There was truly something for everyone. In a way, there was too much choice.
You’re about to click off when a picture gets your attention. Blue eyes under beautiful lashes. Soft dark blonde hair that begs to be touched. A kind and handsome face which, as you flick through the available pictures for him, turns into far more gorgeous when he smiles. His reviews were good. Better than good. He was the perfect choice for a boyfriend experience, would always be on time for event plus ones and took the time to do his research for them - not wanting to leave anything to chance and reveal that this was a very different situation to what you’d claimed you would imagine.
You weren’t considering it before, but this man, this profile, it made you question everything.
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percervall · 1 year
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let it fall on you
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Player: Antoine Griezmann Words: 863 Warnings: None, fluff, slightly suggestive ending Request: Snowball fight - you know that idiot is going to bring out his competitive side for this and not settle until he has a face full of snow or is on his back bc she's pushed him over.
For @footballffbarbiex, merry Christmas! I hope you like it <3
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“Hey babe, catch!” Antoine called from the other side of the car. She had been too focussed on not losing her footing on the frozen over snowy path leading from their holiday rental to the car to see what her boyfriend had gotten up to. They had plans to meet his parents for lunch before getting some last minute Christmas shopping in so her mind was preoccupied with making sure she locked the door and going through the list of who still needed buying for in her head. His parents had kindly offered for them to stay at their house but they had politely declined. There was no way Antoine could keep his hands to himself during this getaway (and she knew there was no way she could remain quiet enough if they shared a wall with his parents), so they had rented a cabin roughly 30 minutes from his parents’ house instead.
It wasn’t until she felt whatever he had thrown hit her against her shoulder, that she realised Antoine had thrown a snowball at her.
“Son of a-.. I could’ve slipped!” She stared daggers at him, wiping the snow off her coat. 
“Sorry chérie,” Antoine replied, but his grin and sparkling eyes told her he was anything but. 
“Oh, you’re on,” she muttered and quickly gathered some snow with her gloved hands, packing it down tightly. She threw the snowball as hard as she could, but of course Antoine’s reflexes were a lot quicker than hers and he ducked out of the way. She heard his laughter before another snowball flew past her head, hitting the tree behind her. 
“Aim’s a little off babe,” she called out as she hunched down behind a holly bush. She quickly made a small pile of snowballs, and judging by the lack of snowballs being hurled her way, Antoine was doing the same. She knew that if she wanted him to lose, she had to work smarter not harder. She carefully made her way around to the back of the car, stopping every so often to make sure Antoine hadn’t caught on yet. 
“You’re awfully quiet, chérie,” Antoine called out. She had just reached the boot of the car and hunched down, biting down on her lip to stifle the laugh that was bubbling up. She could see the gears turning in his head, trying to figure out what she was doing. 
“Babe? Are you okay?” he asked, getting up from his crouch behind the car. This was her chance to get even. She carefully moved closer, snowball at the ready as she came up behind him. 
“I’m just peachy,” she replied, waiting for him to turn around before throwing the snowball in his face. She managed to hit him half against his forehead and half against his beanie. Her sneak attack caught him off guard and Antoine lost his footing on a patch of frozen over snow. She laughed as she watched him tumble down flat on his back with a thud and a groan. 
“You know what they say, revenge is best served cold,” she said as she came standing next to him. Antoine glared at her, but accepted her hand to help him back up. As soon as he took hold of her hand she knew she’d made a mistake when his eyes twinkled mischievously and his lips curled up in that grin she had come to associate with trouble. 
“Antoi-..” The rest of the sentence died on her lips as Antoine pulled her down. She let out a shriek as she fell on top of him. 
“What was that about revenge?” he asked her, a twinkle in his bright blue eyes. She hit him against his chest before trying to roll off him. Antoine tightened his arms around her and held her to his chest. 
“You know how much I love having you on top of me, chérie,” he murmured, his eyes darkening. Heat spread from her core throughout her body at his words. Antoine had always had that effect on her; turning light teasing and flirting into dirty promises in the span of seconds which always left her more than a little flushed and breathless. 
“I know, but it’s minus 5 degrees. I am not ready to lose a nipple to frostbite,” she retorted, trying once more to get up. Antoine let out a laugh at her words. She finally managed to get up from the ground and held out her hand once more so she could pull him up as well. This time Antoine accepted the help, but kept hold of her hand when he stood back upright. He pulled her closer to him, kissing her softly, which quickly became more heated. She gasped when she felt his cold fingers against the skin of her neck as he deepened the kiss. 
“We don’t have time… Your parents-..”
“I’ll text my mother that the roads aren’t cleared yet. No way to get to town safely. Oh what a shame,” he interrupted as he moved them back towards the front door of the A-frame cabin. 
“There’s always tomorrow,” he added, unlocking the front door and moving them into the living room. 
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xratedffbarbiex · 1 year
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hi, it’s me ( @footballffbarbiex )
i’ve seen a lot of people reading Shhhh since the start of the world cup, and as of tonight, more people are now reading  Falling too. 
these are my babies and i’m very proud of them, but i’d love to know what you thought of the series?
as i said, i see a lot of likes, but it gets to the end of the series and... there’s nothing else that follows. i’d love to know your thoughts. these are two very emotional series and to think that you read them and felt nothing afterwards to be able to put them into words to either reblog or send a little ask makes me a little 😞 i’m ngl. 
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luvneymar · 1 year
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Omgg your footballers princess treatment was the best I’ve ever read 😭😩 you’re amazing ❤️ Can you do a part 2 with Mbappe, Griezmann, Trent and Mason. Maybe Richarlison? Up to you.
# PRINCESS TREATMENT 2 — footballers
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— SUMMARY: you show off the princess treatment you get from your footballer boyfriend! (part 1)
CONTENT: fluff, footballers being simps, sensual themes, light jealousy
PARINGS: kylian mbappé x reader, mason mount x reader, antoine greizmann x reader,
NOTE: none of the examples is a default body type & always feel free to change anything! enjoy! 💕
KYLIAN MBAPPÉ — expensive jewelry!
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“Love what do you think of this one?” Kylian picked up a necklace that was resting in a large black velvet box & placed it around your neck. His large warm hands wrap the cold diamond necklace around your neck holding onto the clip in the back.
You admired the way it looked on you which didn’t go untouched by Kylian who hoped you’d say yes since this was probably going to be the 5th necklace you turned down.
“It’s nice, but expensive. Try finding a cheaper one.” To be complete honest you loved the way the necklace looked, it complimented your eyes & your dress. It catch anyone’s eye whenever you walked past them or walked into a room.
“Love is there something wrong? This is the 5th necklace you turned down.” Kylian removed the necklace from around your neck and turned you around forcing you to look in his eyes.
His large hands cupped your face pulling it up to look into your big (colour) eyes, he could see the worry & doubt behind them which worried him greatly. “No, nothing is wrong. It’s just— you know what? Never-mind.”
“Just what? Talk to me.” He begged as his eyes switched their focus from one pupil to the other.
Your eyes avoided him as much as possible even though his hands were quite firm, You pulled his hands away by his index finger and walked away towards another jewelry case you weren’t even interested in. “Nothing Ky, just drop it.”
“Not until you tell me what’s going on. Have I upset you?” He walked towards you turning your body around by your shoulders forcing you to face him once again, this time he was much more firm causing your resistance act to drop a little.
“No! It’s not you, just drop it—!” Kylian pulled you in gripped the bottom of your ass for a deep kiss right in the middle of the store, it was late at night so there wasn’t that many people in the store let alone the shopping centre.
He pulled you in so closely you had nowhere to put your hands other than his chest as you traced the embroidery on his suit. He pulled away keeping his hands on your derrière pulling his other hand out of his pocket to hold the side of your.
The way he was looking at you with so much love & concern made you melt finally confessing what was wrong. “All of these necklaces are extremely expensive.”
He raised his eyebrow hoping you’d elaborate seeing as how you we’re definitely living life when he met you. “I known I’ve lived a lavish life before but this, this is a lot.”
Finally realizing what was happening with you he pulled you towards a more secluded spot in the shop where the couches were & sat you down, he took your hands into his before continuing. “Baby look at me.”
“The money I make means nothing to me if I can’t spend it on you.” He explained wrapping his hand around your shoulder pulling your body into his, you leaned into his body listening to his heartbeat.
“I know you think that way but the media thinks much differently.” You sighed stroking your finger up and down his chest, hearing what you said he stroked your hair all the way down to your back.
“I don’t care what they think. The tabloids don’t make millions from their knowingly fake stories. I do, my millions are for you; only for you baby.” He turned to you and saw you trying to hide your smile in his coat, then he knew he’s succeeded in destroying all the doubts that flew around in your mind.
“You really have a way with your words, don’t you Ky.” He chuckled at you before standing up holding his hand out to you. You smiled at him taking his hand & linking his arm with yours.
“Of course beautiful, now please pick out a necklace or five, just say the word and it’s yours baby.”
TRENT ALEXANDER ARNOLD — shopping spree!
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“Beautiful are you finished yet?” Trent called out from the other side of the change room walking around in circles hoping it’ll make time go faster, Even though you guys were lingerie shopping you couldn’t find the ones that you liked.
He insisted you looked incredible in all of them & especially naked but you refused to hear it, so now here he was outside a change room holding 6 different colours and types of sexy underwear
“Yeah just a second!” You shouted as you finally made your way out of the chnage room showing off the white lingerie you were wearing, as you walked out Trent’s eyes had almost fallen out his his sockets.
“God damn baby, you look incredible.” Trent breathed out holding out his hand which you took gracefully. Trent always thought you looked absolutely stunning at all times. Even in the mornings when you had eye boogers & morning breath.
From the way you smiled when he told you the most unfunny joke ever, to the way you walked into a room as confident as ever. “Thank youuu.” You sung out twirling around his hand that was above your head.
He pulled you in hiding his head into the crook into your neck taking in your vanilla scent as his large hands rubbed up and down your back sliding in and out your underbra. “Hey watch yourself sir. Last time we did that we got banned the store and the mall.”
“How could I when you look and smell so heavenly? You’re like the embodiment of a vanilla flower.” Trent tiled his head as he leaned in for a kiss that your graciously accepted.
“You’re such a sweetheart.” You pulled away to whisper that on his lips.
As you both made out you moaned into the kiss feeling Trent’s hands ease down from your back, to your lower back all the way to your ass slowly pulling down your underwear. Feeling his hand pulling at your underwear you pulled away thin line of saliva being left.
“Only for you my love.” He whispered back slapping you on the ass, you squealed jumping slightly at the impact. He pulled you in once again for a quick his keep his hand on your ass trying to convince you to give him some.
“No can do Trent baby, I like this mall.” You winked at as you walked backward back into the change-room. “Your driving insane love.” Trent whispered from our side the door, you giggled to yourself at his neediness.
Ever since you and Trent had met a Underwear shoot that had went a little too suggestively, he almost choked on his own saliva the moment you walked in and smiled at him, he smiled at the memory not realizing that you had opened the door showing him another set.
“Do you like this one? It feels a bit too much.” You walked out dressed in skin tight pink lingerie, the moment you walked out Trent pushed you back inside the change room.
“Trent! Remember none of that in here!” You warned him as you wrapped your arms around his neck giggling at his ridiculousness.
“Fuck that, I need you right here and now. You can’t look that good and expect me not to fuck you right here.” He kissed along your neck tracing along your waist appreciating every inch of your smooth skin.
“You’re absolutely insane & corny.” You insulted him playfully slapping him on his shoulder as you both laughed at what he said.
“Want me to show you how corny I can be?” He asked as he slid himself down your body pulling down your underwear in the process.
“Oh really? Show me how— oh my.” You moaned out gripping onto his hair as you felt him pleasure you in the middle of a changing-room, you sat down on the change room bench feeling Trent pull your thighs over his shoulders.
“I’ll show you how corny I can be, you show me how loud you can be.”
ANTOINE GREIZMANN — rose bath!
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“Princess are you enjoying yourself?” Antoine asked as he poured you & himself another glass of champagne, since France had won the world cup just a few hours ago he decided to surprise you with a rose filled bathtub .
You sat on-top his his lap as his handed you another glass of champagne kissing the back of your neck as he wrapped his arms around your naked waist. “Definitely. I should’ve done this for you though. After all I didn’t win the world cup.”
Antoine sighed before kissing down the back of your neck before sighed into your ear. “Princess, I wouldn’t have been able to this without you and you know it. You’re my good luck charm.” You laughed throwing a little of the water in his face. “You’re too much, Toine.”
As you laughed he sighed over your shoulder hands moving from your waist to your breast covering them, you moved your hands from the edge of the bathtub onto his. “I’m serious love, everything about you is the reason why I’m the man I am today.”
“Really?” You asked turning your head around twisting your body to face your boyfriend who was staring at you with nothing but love in his eyes.
“Really, which is why I’d like to give you this as a token of my appreciation.” He smiles at you on as he slides an expensive looking & feeling diamond necklace around your neck securing the back. It was a bit heavy proving its authenticity but nothing you couldn’t handle.
He handed you a hand mirror so you could see what he just put around your neck. As you took the mirror you squealed at what you were seeing.
“It’s beautiful Toine, it’s absolutely beautiful. Thank you so much.” You turned your body around cupping his face as you pulled him in for a passionate kiss.
“Don’t thank me love, you deserve it and so much more.” He pulled away for a second before he placed his hands on your hips moving his hands up and down as you both made out “Mmh, really? You something else for me?”
As you looked at each other with sensual faces he chuckled before responded with “Well your sitting right on it baby.”
It took you a second to process what he said before realizing what he meant“Antoine! Don’t be dirty!” You slapped his shoulder laughing at his smug face.
“It’s the truth! But it’s true I also have something else for you.” He lifted you from his lap so he could exit the bathtub
You gawked at his butt as he shuffled his way towards the dresser looking between the drawers trying to find some mystery token of appreciation. “You know I hate surprises right?”
“I know, which is why I got you something I know you’ll love.”
“Promise?” You questioned mine going crazy as to what the surprise could be.
“I Promise you’ll love this one.” He turned around winking at you before turning back to find the mysterious item, you propped your self onto the edge of the bathtub face leaning on the back of your hand as you stared at your boyfriend.
“Found it!” He held up a velvet box as he walked towards you entering the bathtub again placing you onto his lap facing him. As he opened it in-front of you revealing a box of keys to a Porsche. “Is that what I think it is?”
“Yes it is baby. Your own keys to a brand new Porsche, in (colour) just the way you’d like it—” Just before he finished his sentence you pulled him in for the 40th kiss tonight pulling in for a hug in the process.
“God, baby! What did I do in my past life to deserve you?” You pulled the keys out of the box holding them up to make sure you weren’t dreaming. “Just being you princess.”
You smiled at him before pulling him in for another hug kissing his check before burying your head in his neck. You pulled away putting the keys back in the box so they wouldn’t fall in the water “Thank you so much baby.”
You both sat in silence just appreciate the atmosphere and being in each others arms, you pulled away with a cheeky smile on your face before continuing, “Now we can have car-sex in a luxury car. Not that we weren’t already doing that. In my luxury car.”
“Oh really?” He raised his eyebrows pulling his hands back to rest them behind him on the edge of the bathtub, you nodded leaning in for another quick kiss.
“Mmh! Look forward to it.” You got up out of the bathtub tired of the water as it had already gone cold just before you could walk towards the counter you felt a hard slap on your ass making you laugh.
“Don’t make any promises you can’t keep baby, I’ll buy you 100 cars if it means I get to fuck you in them.”
MASON MOUNT — roses!
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“You’re so lucky, you got one of the good ones. I need to beg for anything from a guy.” Your friend Vivi complained to your sobbing pouring her feelings out after having 1 too many glasses of champagne as you laughed at her.
“Vivi you’re beautiful you just need to reject any type of negativity or relationship that’s less than what you want.” You explained taking another sip of your champagne finishing it up before the waiter took the dirty glasses away.
“Easy for you to say you’re dating the Mason Mount, you bagged Mason Mount of all people.” Vivi grabbed the bottle of champagne and downed the rest of the bottle
“What’s that supposed to mean?” You raised your eyebrow at her shady comment, “Wrong way sorry, I’m too drunk to remember what I’m saying.” Wiping her mouth from any excess champagne dripping down her lips.
“Mmh, anyway who’s getting the cheque?” You asked as you signalled the waiter to bring the bill to your table, Vivi looked at you with “are you serious” eyes as she packed up her things.
“You. Mrs. Mount, Mason Mount’s girl, wifey, fiancée thingy. You’re getting the bill.” You giggled at the all different titles she was throwing at you while grumbling about how you could even ask her about covering the bill when your forced her to come to such an expensive restaurant.
“Fine.” You replied shortly while waiting for a check, as you were waiting another waiter came and placed a giant bouquet of red & white roses on your table with a note sticking out from the side.
This was a common place for couples to meet for first dates or engagement so you just assumed that the waiter had gotten the wrong person “Oh I think you have the wrong person.”
“Are you Mrs. Mount?” Waiter asked pulling the flowers from the table thinking he had gotten the wrong person.
“No—” Just as you were going to clear up the confusion with your identity Vivi had butted in turning to face the waiter as she popped a fortune cookie into her mouth. “Yes she is what do you need?”
“This is for you.” He placed the large bouquet of flowers back onto the table right in-front you along with the bill and left leaving you with a head sized bouquet & a very drunk Vivi.
You pulled out the card that was sticking out the side and read it out loud heart melting as you read each word, “100 roses for the 100 different reasons why I love you, Love Mason. Aww Vivi he sent me flowers.”
“Aww, I hope you guys are related.” She smiled at you throwing the sarcastic comment in your face, you paid no mind to it knowing that she was just drunk and it was her sense of humour.
“I love you too Vivi, come on we gotta get you home.” As you both made your way out of the restaurant and into the parking lot you felt your phone buzz as you got an incoming facetime call from Mason.
You picked up just to see a happy Mason grinning ear to ear as he saw the bouquet of flowers resting in your hands.“Hey baby, did you get my gift?”
“Yes infact I did. I love it so much, Thank you.” You kissed the screen waving around your phone showing you excitement unpin receiving a gift from your lovely boyfriend.
“Don’t thank me love, It’s all you.” Mason threw cheesy line your way that almost, almost made Vivi throw up in your car “Shut up Mason, stop flaunting your perfect relationship.”
“Nice seeing you too Vivi.” Mason waved to your friend who sat in the backseat of your Mercedes Benz curled over about to throw up, as you started the car you looked in the rear view mirrors to check on your friend just to see her fast asleep.
“She’s fast asleep, babe.” You alerted Mason giving him the green light to say whatever he’d like that wasn’t so appropriate with your friend still lucid and aware of your phone call.
“Did you flip the card around?” Mason inquired as you angled your phone to face you while you drove. “Mmh, I did. Can you actually make me climax in 100 different ways?” You laughed thinking about you had read again.
“What can I say? I’m a man of many different talents.” You chuckled at his reply squeezing your thighs together thinking about the 100 different possible ways he could do you.
“Already getting excited? we might as well skip to number 10 once you get home.” Mason teased you once he caught onto what you were doing. “Well what’s in store for number 10?”
“You’re gonna feel so much pleasure you might faint darling.”
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k8kaa · 1 year
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pervert! griezmann?
# — A.GRIEZMANN : MY SWEET PERVERT
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info — just some hcs of our grizou being a pervert bf ^^
pairing — pervert!griezmann x sub!reader
tws — nsfw , its bf being a pervert. no non con stuff on my blog mdni
a/n — tbh no sub reader recently. we gotta be original sometimes B) much love x sorry if its short!
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pervert!griezmann likes it when your all over his lap playing with his hair with yr small mini skirt all cute and over him . you can feel him get hard under you .
pervert!griezmann sneaks up on you when your baking, hugs you from behind. you can feel his cock from behind you “grizou..not here..” you muttered. “hm? mon amour..i just came for a cookie~” he smirks.
pervert!griezmann loves arriving after a bad game and have the best fucking bj.he loves seeing you drool all over his cock .
pervert!griezmann likes “arranging the laundry” but hes just looking at your underwear . all your bras.. all those pretty sets he bought you .
pervert!griezmann loves it when your playfully doing makeup on his face . just having you struggle to get to his height , the small grunts and moans turn him on!
pervert!griezmann adores seeing you struggle while your thigh ride riding him . the small sinffs and hiccups just make him lose it <33
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pochteta · 6 months
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the rodrigriz drabble is now live go insult it in the comments kthxbye
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mimiibear · 27 days
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So y'all know I am unecesarrily horny and way too single.
So I am going to be writing Football Fanfiction.
Feel free to leave any asks/ player recommendations/ any thing else you would like to see.
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Apaiser
Player: Antoine Griezmann
Warnings: period talk
Request: sometimes you just gotta write a lil something for your bestest friend
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She’s dying. This is it. This month will actually kill her. Her insides are nothing but hot, searing, pain, the heating pad and pain relievers just barely taking the edge off. She curses the day she was born, and she curses her boyfriend for being lucky enough to be born without a uterus. And as if on cue, the bastard returns home from training with his stupid curls and his stupid eyebrows and his stupid….
“Is that curry?”
“It is.” Antoine sits on the bed, rubbing a hand up her thigh and over her hip. “Are you up for a late lunch?”
She sits up, clutching the heating pad to her abdomen. “Feed me.”
He laughs, digging through the bag for a fork. “You’re demanding when you’re bleedy.”
“Call it that again and I’ll stab you in the neck.” She takes a bite, humming with enjoyment as she savors the taste of the chicken.
“Violent, too.” He offers her another forkful.  “Have you left the bed at all?”
“No.” She mutters through a mouthful. “I’m dying.”
“And dramatic,” he smiles, passing her the Coke he’s brought with him. “I don’t think you can actually die from cramps.”
“You can from blood loss.”
“Not this kind of blood loss.”
“Stop talking and feed me.”
Antoine does as he’s told, occasionally pausing to wipe her mouth. He does take such good care of her when she’s feeling badly. His lips purse in concentration as he scrapes the last bit of food and sauce from the container, and when she’s swallowed, she sighs her thanks. She lays back into the pillows.
“If you’d knock me up I wouldn’t have to deal with this.”
He laughs, setting the empty container down before curling around her. “Knock you up, eh?” He tickles his fingertips over her arm, placing soft kisses against the edge of her shoulder. “Swollen ankles? Back pain? Leaking breasts? Puking?” He slips his hand under her shirt, splaying it over her stomach and teasing his pinky just over the waistband of her pajamas. “I mean, if you insist…”
“Uuuuugh, please just kill me,” she moans, and he chuckles.
“No.” He nuzzles into her neck, gently squeezing his arms around her. “There’s ice cream downstairs, though.”
“I guess that would do.”
“Shall I go get it, or do you want to cuddle?”
She lets the heating pad fall to the floor and holding his hand against her skin. “No, stay. Need cuddles.” Antoine told her early in their relationship that his cuddles were magic. He actually just has soft, warm hands, perfect for soothing cramps, and a gentle voice to lull her to sleep after a difficult day. He starts to sing, the French still hard for her to understand but the tune and his tone are soothing. The ache in her stomach is lessening, and with a full belly she’s less cranky.
“You’re so good to me,” she says, her voice quiet and heavy with sleep. “Even when I’m rude.”
“Je t'aime,” he says simply. “Rest now. Ice cream later.” He strokes her hair as he sings her to sleep, promising sweet treats when she wakes.
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808heartz · 11 months
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like you do — antoine griezmann
five love languages series: gift giving.
genre: fluff.
summary: you spoil antoine with how much you think about him.
warnings: none.
The keychain you gave Antoine, a few days ago, twirled in between his thumb and index finger as if it were a dice. He looked down at it and smiled softly to himself when reading the engraved words, thumb rubbing over three words that always made his heart flutter.
You gave it to him randomly, the morning before he left for training, and he remembered the way his brows furrowed in confusion, making you laugh softly. “You needed a new keychain, remember?” You reminded him, laying the keychain in his hand before balling it up into a fist. He didn’t know how he could forget, especially when he’d been so careless to misplace his keys days before, but he was thankful that you remembered for him.
The sound of the front door unlocking made Antoine stand up, quickly rushing over to greet you with a blushy smile while he helped take in some of the groceries. He began to put them away with you, sharing little giggles about each other’s day, and he was just about to speak when he noticed the box he’d been holding: it was brand new box of a snack he fell in love with over the course of a few weeks ago, one that he couldn’t resist eating all the time, and his devastation when there hadn’t been a new shipment at the grocery store days ago was unlike any other.
Your name dropped from Antoine’s lips in excitement, giddy phrases in French that were too quick for you to decipher following shortly after. “Where did you find it, amour?” (love) He squeaked, not wasting any time to get the box open, and he sighed in content when the sweet taste danced along his tastebuds; his only weakness, other than you.
You turned away from the pantry to look at him, a breathy laugh escaping as you shook your head: the box close to his chest as he continued to munch away, just needing one more bite, he murmured. “The shipment came in yesterday. I made sure to ask as soon as I walked in since I remembered you ran out.” You reached into another bag and pulled out yet another box of his kryptonite, watching his mouth drop. “I bought two because I knew that you’d eat it so quickly, and I was right.” You beamed, wiping away the crumbs on the corner of his lip away with your thumb.
“You’re too good to me.” Antoine was dramatic, incredibly lovestruck as he looked at you. He, finally, put the box down on the counter and walked over to you, pulling you close to his chest while his fingers slid down to your waist. He doted on you and peppered kisses along your face, one of his favorite ways to say he loved you. Your shy sounds of laughter was like music to him as he tickled your sides, gratitude and adoration setting his beating heart aflame.
Your hands reached for his curled fingers, stopping him breathlessly from tickling you anymore. His forehead laid against yours gently, still snickering as if he were a little kid again. Your nose nuzzled against his, unable to stop the smile that crept along your lips teasingly.
“I also bought something else for you.” You stifled a laugh at his expression; wide eyes full of shock, but with a grin that would make your cheeks hurt too.
“You spoil me, mon trésor.” (my treasure)
“You deserve it.” You shrugged playfully and pressed a kiss against his rosy lips, pulling away quickly to show him yet another gift that made you think of him at the store.
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2021 fic list
i really didn’t write a lot this year at all--it just looks like it cause of the valentine’s day drabbles 😂
ivantoine (ivan rakitić/antoine griezmann)
Happy Valentine’s Day (M, drabble)
rakidrić (ivan rakitić/luka modrić)
I tore off the golden branch (E, multichapter)
I’ll think about it (T, drabble)
Hairbrush (E)
Rojo y blanco/Crveno bijela (M)
šejan (dejan lovren/šime vrsaljko)
Here I Am (E)
Fuck the Deep State (E, drabble)
Mare Liberum (feat. movren) (E) (still-updating, multichapter)
serard (gerard piqué/sergio ramos)
T’estimo (G, drabble)
movren (dejan lovren/mo salah)
there but for the grace of you go I (E, multichapter)
Confidence (E, drabble)
A Team This Good (feat. granit xhaka) (E)
sardartem (artem dzyuba/sardar azmoun)
Rostov, 2015 (M, drabble)
lavender (M)
Big Heavy Weight (E)
Baby (E)
sardartem + dejan
Gifts (T, drabble)
Why Can’t We Go On As Three? (E)
random football section:
dejan lovren/granit xhaka/mo salah
A Team This Good (E)
granit xhaka/mikel arteta
Possible Red Card - Violent Conduct (E)
lovro majer/martin terrier
This is the moment (G)
modramos (sergio ramos/luka modrić)
Nuestro (M, drabble)
jazzaniga + dries (paulo gazzaniga/jan vertonghen/dries mertens)
Join Us (E, drabble)
team melli/iran nt: sardar azmoun and ramin rezaeian
A midsummer night’s dream (G, a translation)
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footballffbarbiex · 1 year
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The Worst Boyfriend In the World
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player: antoine griezmann words: 1233 request: Antoine Griezman |  600+   |  she / her  | buying yet more candles   |  "Antoine and his gf are shopping and she drags him into a candle shop where she forces him to sample every single autumn candle. He does so begrudgingly but secretly loves how happy she is and ends up buying her the candles she can’t choose between (one smelling an awful lot like his aftershave for when he’s away for games) Had to pick a word count but I’m fine with whatever you end up writing
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The temptation to have a big lunch was there but both she and Antoine settled for something warm to drink and just enough to settle their grumbling bellies. Antoine was more than happy to do his shopping online and have it delivered, not feeling the need to leave the comforts of home to go out in the colder weather. But the lure of food that didn’t have to be cooked by either of them was too much for him and as a result, his appetite was mostly satisfied and so was his need for impulsive purchases.
“What are you wanting to do for Christmas? Shop online or go out and do it?”
“It’s not even December and you want to think about Christmas?”
“It’s always best to prepare, no?” she questions and he chuckles. The cold that autumn brings will barely be settling. He’ll be surprised if she allows the first frost blanket everywhere before she’s pulling Christmas ornaments from the loft and beginning the arduous task of opening up the faux tree branches.
“There is preparation and there’s what you do.”
“Which is?”
“Going too far.”
“But does it look good once I’ve finished?” She turns on her heels and looks her boyfriend in the face rather than remaining by his side.
“I have enough common sense in me to know that there is only one right answer.”
“Then you’ve learnt well, my love,” the latter is said with a hint of sarcasm as she runs the flat of her palm down his cheek and gives it a playful tap. Rather than recoil, Antoine stands with a grin. “Speaking of learning, there’s somewhere else I’d like to go,” she says, spying a store that she’s been edging closer to since they left the eatery.
Those bright blue eyes of his snap away from her, scanning the nearby stores until the muscle in his cheek tenses when it clicks into place. “No.”
“Yes.”
“I said no.”
“And we both know how this will end.”
“Why do you never listen?” He asks as she all but skips away from him, the small shopping bags swinging from her hand with every bounce in her step. A store with a little bit of everything except furniture, it was perfect for gift hunting - it didn’t matter if it was for Christmas, housewarming gifts, or something for yourself. But most importantly, it had candles.
Antoine would outwardly say that she had too many. Far too many throughout the house. Some in the entrance hall, the living room, the kitchen, bathrooms and bedroom. There were big block unscented candles in large lanterns out in the garden. Everywhere Antoine looked there were either bundles of different sized candles clustered together or container candles in every colour and seasonal matched scents.
But she knew different.
She would never call him out on it, but she’d come home a few times, hours after he’d come home from training, and smell the lingering scent of a candle that had been lit before her arrival. The melted wax pool was soft, enough to leave a fingerprint in there if she applied just the smallest amount of pressure - even though the wick itself was cool. She would always trim the wick, making sure the mushroomed tip wasn’t there for the next light and yet, when he’d burnt them, he’d failed to clip it. And still, he would deny liking them. She would let him have these secrets and she would sleep comfortably knowing that he plays a part in the candle scents.
She climbs the escalator with Antoine trudging behind her reluctantly until she reaches the designated aisles, eyes already scanning over the shelves for jars of scented goodness that call to her or unusual jars that could be reused once the candle had been melted.
“Are you thinking of a clean, sweet smell or something smokey and musky?” she asks, hands already reaching to grasp a jar and pull the lid off to smell.
“I’m thinking of getting out of here.” he replies, eyes glancing over the options.
“Sniff.” She demands, holding out the opened jar and thrusting it under his nose. This one is a crisp apple. The same sweet smell as though he’d bitten into a fresh apple himself whilst standing in an apple orchard. “Well?”
“It’s a candle.” Anto replies and grins when she rolls her eyes. “It’s nice I guess. Don’t think it would be strong enough for your tastes.”
She gives it another sniff with her own nose before nodding in agreement, securing the lid back on the top and placing it back on the shelf. Various jars hold witches brew, sticky marshmallow, harvest sunrises, vanilla hazelnut and smokey cedars that hold promises of s’mores undertones. Others make her sigh with happiness at the scent reminiscent of the smell after a storm, and walks through autumn woods or stepping into a seasonal store which has hints of gingerbread and cinnamon. Several boast they contain the devil’s own cologne, and some are seductive, musky and what is classed as a traditional “masculine” scent.
Two of the latter are put into her basket that hangs from the nook of Antoine’s elbow, unable to choose between the two of them but they remind her of his aftershave. It’ll be a comfort to snuggle up in a blanket once the cooler months come and she can still smell him without having to bring something he’s worn to her nose - though nothing could replicate that. Nothing.
“I can’t choose.” She comments, pursing her lips as she looks over her possible choices, not including the two already waiting in the basket, she also has another four lined up.
Antoine stands behind her, hands stuffed into his pockets as he sways from side to side, no longer holding the basket as it was taking too long for her to decide. His nose tingles from the scent overload and he’s beginning to get a headache but as she shoves one of her choices under his nose once more, he gives a small smile, obediently inhales as says he really does like it.
He’s not lying, he does like it but he also knows that she won’t be making a decision to choose just one more. She’ll be skipping ahead out of this store as Antoine carries no less than five candles in a bag for her.
“Which do you think you’d burn when you get home tonight?” he asks, knowing perfectly well that the first one she mentions is usually the one she really wants.
“I have to choose first,” she replies and catches the look on his face. “Really?” she asks in a tone that is much higher to the start of her sentence.
“If you can’t decide, it’s only fair we take them all home.” He nods.
“Sure you won’t be complaining about aaaaaall the candles being everywhere?”
“Oh, I’ll complain.” he grins, “but as always, it’ll not stop you from lighting them.”
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re the bestest boyfriend in the world?”
“My other girlfriend told me that just yesterday actually,” he says, laughing hard as she pushes him with just enough force to unsteady his feet.
“And for that,” she says, swiping another that she had considered but didn’t want another option to have to choose from, “you’re buying these and cooking dinner tonight with no help with the dishes.”
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percervall · 1 year
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Decorating the tree
Dancing in the snow
Present shopping
Gift giving
Making a gingerbread house
Snowball fight
Mistletoe
Christmas baking
Christmas market
Making snowmen
Watching Christmas movies
Dancing to Christmas music
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Kostas Tsimikas
Queen Anne/Aramis
Andy Robertson
Virgil van Dijk
Antoine Griezmann
Rodrigo De Paul
Trent Alexander-Arnold
Darwin Nunez
Ruben Dias
Marcos Llorente
Fernando Torres
John Stones
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xratedffbarbiex · 3 years
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Tear You Apart. Two.
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Summary: In a world where you don’t physically age past 25 unless you meet your soulmate, at 39, divorced and trying his hand at coaching after retiring from football, Antoine really isn’t looking for love; especially not with his daughter’s friend who is about to stop her own aging process. With his moral judgement compromised and fate trying to intervene, Antoine quickly learns that meeting a soulmate doesn’t mean that happiness comes easily. Warnings (if you don’t like these, do not read the fic. You’re responsible for what you consume): age gap (39-25), voyeurism, angst, oral sex (male and female), squirting/multiple orgasms, cream pie, secret dating, sexting, exchanging of pics, dirty talk, mutual masturbation, mutual pining. (More may be added later) Warnings for the chapter: drinking, swearing, lustful stares. We're still setting the scene baby, we go slow. Chapter words: 2,620
A/N: I am still unsure if this will be a Patreon exclusive or come here too, so please let me know if you like the first two chapters. Like/reblog/send me asks, let me know!
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CHAPTER ONE. 
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You remain quiet until you reach her room, following her as she leads you throughout the home. She’s at ease as much as you expected her to be, her voice carrying through the hallways with the small talk she makes until she pushes open the door and leads you into a clean coloured, bright room. There’s enough furniture and personal touches to not look like a showroom, but it’s tidy enough to make you think it is usually this put together and not just because of potential visitors.
“I think he was expecting you to fangirl,” Lottie says, kicking the door shut behind you, giving the two of you some privacy. The image of her father in your mind is fixed firmly there still, burning into you in a way that you hadn’t felt for a long time. Those eyes scanning over you had made your blood come alive. Nothing about the way he’d looked at you was sexual, it hadn’t turned you on in a normal sense. Heat had stirred within your belly but it had felt more intense than that in a way that you hadn’t anticipated.
“Was I supposed to?” You frown. He looked familiar, but you couldn’t place it. Had you just looked at Lottie for too long? Caught a glimpse of him in her photos maybe? You weren’t sure, but to fangirl? That was new.
Lottie pauses her hands as she goes through her drawers, the bag she needs is open beside her, a shirt was carelessly thrown into it and part hangs out. “You really don’t recognise the Griezmann name, do you?” Her expression changes to amusement as yours remains confused. “That’s good. I like that.”
“Why?”
“Because I get a clean slate with you,” she says, sighing and giving a small nod as she comes to this conclusion. “Everyone around me knows him. Antoine Griezmann, famous footballer. World Champion. And now football coach.”
“I try not to make a point to fawn over my friend’s parents.” You grin and she returns it.
“You wouldn’t be the first if you did. As I said, it was his first time meeting you, it’s probably what he was expecting. I think he was relieved you didn’t though. It’s probably why he wanted to check you were the same friend I talk about a lot.”
“I can understand that.” You nod and take a seat, sitting carefully and poised rather than relaxed. “Anyone who comes into your life, if he’s as famous as you say, he must have it at the back of his mind that anyone getting close to you could be for the name, rather than your friendship.”
“He’s cautious of that. We both are. It makes dating hard. For us two at least. It’s easier for mom. The link isn’t as tempting it seems. Dating Griezmann’s ex-wife or date his daughter? I think you can imagine which is more appealing.”
“I can’t imagine having to second guess motives.”
“It’s...an experience. But it’s all I’ve known so it’s second nature now.” Lottie shrugs. “Now, what to take to yours?”
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Her words had played on your mind and certain things had slowly clicked into place. How others acted around her, especially if they’ve just been introduced, the way she’d been cautious with you to begin with. You weren’t oblivious, you’d heard they were well known but beyond that, anything else was new. Part of you wanted to protect her, wrap your arms around her and shield her kindness from those who would take advantage of her.
Since the first visit to hers, you began to visit a little more often; though it was mostly when he wasn’t home and overnight stays remained at yours. Until tonight.
“Pleeeeeaaaaaaase?” Lottie had pleaded, hands clasped together beneath her chin and her most innocent expression gracing her face. “Dad always gets the best hangover food in, that huge fridge is fully stocked with good stuff and he’s a wine snob. We can raid his wine cellar collection. He won’t even know because they’re playing away. By the time he’s home, I’ll have tidied up and you’ll be out of there.” You couldn’t say no and she’d all but skipped back to her desk before using the work messaging system to plot out the evening.
The two of you had pre-drinks at hers whilst getting ready with several other friends, music had been playing and the promised bottle of wine had been opened. The wine cellar was bigger than your kitchen diner, maybe even including your bedroom too. Bottles upon bottles of wine, gin and vodka lay on specially crafted shelves. A large clear fronted fridge shows the bottles of beer chilled to perfection. It was a beautiful sight.
She’d walked along the rows, each in their own section - red, white, rose and subsections such as fruity or dry.  She trailed her finger along the bottles until she found the one she wanted.
“I’ve had my eye on this one for a while.”
“What if he’s saving that one for a special occasion?”
“You’re staying over for the first time. That is a special occasion.” She’d laughed and gone on her first quest of the evening to locate the corkscrew.
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Your feet ache from all the dancing, your heels are swinging from your fingertips as your other hand wraps around Charlotte’s waist. The two of you are staggering and she’s singing into her phone, using it as a microphone as she sings a medley of songs that had played tonight. You can’t keep up. She sings lyrics from one song to a completely different tune of another song before shifting to another two. The bag hangs from her inner elbow swings rapidly with every grand gesture when she hits a certain line that requires a big flourish.
“Aaaaand I’m gonna need your heeeeeeeelp,” she wails, “to find the keeeeeeeys to my door.”
You’re more sober than she is, after all, someone had to be the one to look after everyone else, but you’d undoubtedly be refused entry to another bar for being too drunk if you tried. From here though, you notice a figure up ahead as the two of you stumble up the driveway. No amount of squinting can make out the person.
“Lottie.” you pull your arm from her waist and shake hers, “Lottie, there’s someone there.”
“No, it’s just us.” She slurs, looking up at you with glassy eyes. “No-one can get in through the gates but…” she squints, her eyes darting from where the figure stands, to across the yard. “Dad.” she whispers, “shit. I didn’t tidy. I’m sure Mel’s bra is still on the landing.” Her words still slur but the realisation that he’s home early is sobering her a little quicker than expected.
By the time the two of you reach the doorway, he’s tapping his foot, arms crossed over his chest and an expression that makes you think that even though he’s not your daddy, he could still punish and ground you.
“Good morning ladies.”
“Fries?” You ask, holding up the takeaway bag - an action that makes him laugh and defuses any annoyance he may have for having to deal with two drunken women.
“Get in, get changed and you,” he points a finger at his daughter, “try not to vomit. Again.”
The two of you are ushered inside with Lottie unable to resist humming one of the many tunes she has in her mind. She drops her heels to the floor with a loud click and Antoine’s sharp intake of breath does not go unnoticed by you as she sways down the hallway, the takeaway bag now in her hand.
“Sorry Mr Griezmann,” you whisper and offer him a smile. “I tried to take care of her.”
“She’s home safe, making more sense than she usually does and has both of her shoes. You did well. Now go change.” He grins.
You’re about to say something else when a bang sounds overhead, followed by a low wail. “I better..” you click your tongue, jerk your thumb over your shoulder and quickly make your way to where you know her room to be. Lottie is half undressed, one leg still on the bed while the rest of her sprawls out on the floor, a fry in her hand and three in her mouth.
“I had an accident,” she says in a sad quiet voice.
It takes you longer to put her into the bed and keep her there than it does to strip her, remove her makeup, and rummage through the fresh laundry basket for something for her to wear. You’d recognised one of the loose-fitting shirts that she’s worn before and pull it over her head before trying to wrestle with her arms through the holes. Bathing a cat would be easier, you decide as you sober more with each passing moment.
It’s not until you check your own bag that you realise you’ve packed everything but a nightshirt. Had Antoine not been here, you would have happily risked sleeping in just your panties but that’s now not an option. Stretching your arms above your head, you yawn as you look through the basket for something you can wear for the night.
A soft aged white shirt with faded A and a heart as the symbol meets your fingertips. Picking it up fully, you can’t help but bring the material to your face. It’s soft on your skin, far more so than it looks, and the scent of the fabric softener makes you want to bury your face into it even more. It falls softly over your body; falling to the underside of your butt cheek and grazes the tops of your thighs.
The tightness in your throat and burning sensation as you feel parched begins to occupy your thoughts. With a glance back at the bed and seeing her sleeping soundly with a light snore, you tiptoe to the door and listen for any sounds. Pausing a little longer, you try to make sure he’s not about before you slip out of the room and down to the kitchen.
You’re thankful that your much, much, much sober version of yourself earlier had left out a glass where you could find it and make quick work in drinking the first glass immediately.  With another two mouthfuls of a refill, you close your eyes and hum to yourself that your thirst may be quenched.
“Sorry, I uhm…” he coughs and clears his throat as he offers you an apologetic smile. His sentence startles you a little, causing some of the drink to drip down your chin, the material of the shirt catching the droplets which fall.
“Sorry, I was just...I needed a...I’m gonna-yeah. Hi.” Your words come out far more flustered than you’d wanted and if the heat in your cheeks wasn’t causing them to colour as much as they feel like they’re burning, it’ll be a miracle.
He steps towards you, his aftershave fills your nose and under his watchful stare, your body reacts. You can feel the tightening at your chest, your nipples puckering into hard buds and the heat you’d felt previously in your belly when you’d first met him, this version is different. You know the alcohol you’ve consumed has no doubt heightened every sense you have and every emotion but you hadn’t anticipated your body betraying you in such an obvious way. Though you don’t know him too well, you can see the telltale signs that he’s trying his hardest not to glance down. You don’t need to look down to know that your nipples are visible to him, you can already feel the way your core pulses as the shirt moves, sending tingles throughout your system until it reaches between your legs.
You watch, almost in slow motion, as his hand lifts and extends towards you. Your instinct to push your chest out to him, to feel his fingers against your breast is the alcohol talking but when his hand continues to lift, you’re surprised by the taste of disappointment. His thumb swipes over your chin, the tip of it brushing over your lip, pulling it with his digit and he catches the wetness there from your drink.
“I should be going to bed.” You hear yourself say, amazing even yourself that you can think logically right now.
“Yeah, you should,” Antoine replies, pulling his thumb from your skin and licking at the corner of his mouth. “Sweet dreams.”
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Your head pounds and your throat feels like you’ve swallowed tonnes of sand. Your fingers tap your phone screen, showing it’s a disgustingly sensible time and you groan as a result of being awake. You try to move slowly as you turn over, careful not to disturb Lottie in case she’s still asleep but you find her side of the bed empty though the cotton is still slightly warm to the touch so she can’t have been gone long.
In the bathroom, you pee and force yourself to brush your teeth even though you feel like gagging. After pulling on a pair of shorts, because strangely enough you could remember to pack those but not the shirt, you follow the smell of breakfast cooking and find yourself in the kitchen.
Lottie sits at the kitchen table with her head on her folded arms. The coffee cup that remains at the side of her has steam coming from the frothy topped liquid while he stands in front of the hob, spatula in hand as something cooks in the pan. Whether or not he can cook is another matter, but he occasionally prods the contents.
“Coffee? Tea? Mat-” he begins to offer drinks before he rests his eyes on you. “Maté” he finishes his own sentence which draws attention from Lottie who raises her head to look up at you.
“Nice shirt. You know that’s dad’s right?” her eyebrow raises and there’s a small smirk on her lips as she watches your cheeks heat and darken in colour. “You didn’t. This is very awkward.”
“It’s fine.” He replies, dismissing her comment with a wave of his spatula. “It suits you.” He gives you a smile similar to the one he’d given you last night when he caught sight of you in less. Judging from the look on his face, he remembers this too. “If you’re going to stay over, then you’re more than welcome to use it.”
“It’ll be hoodies next.” She comments.
“Not in this heat.” You reply.
“I’ll wait until winter then to notice more of my clothing going missing.” He flashes you a grin that has enough of an effect to make you press a hand to your head as a throb begins in more than one place, but you can’t place a hand for the other. You catch the look he gives her, a scathing warning to shut up but she doesn’t meet his eye, she’s too busy dropping her head back into her arms again. “But coffee and orange juice sound good to me.” You answer his original question and try to ignore the humiliating fact that you’d picked up your friend’s dad’s shirt.
He busies himself putting together a mug of coffee and pouring a glass of orange, doing anything that means he’s not looking at you right now before he extends his hand and offers you the orange first. “Seriously,” he whispers, “don’t worry about it. It probably looks better on you than it does on me anyway. And it’ll be one less thing you need to bring over if you stay again.”
“Can you two stop whispering like gossiping school girls?” Char groans, “I need breakfast. Urgently.”
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