drabbles
Seeing as this is why I made this journal I may as well post these little drabbles. Got the prompts from a random list I found. Tried to make them as short as possible. Various pairings. none of the following are true
Title: various drabbles
Rating: probably between pg-13 and nc-17
Pairing:various
Warning: mentions of violence
Disclaimer: not true
1.Propmt: Rip. Sergio Ramos/ Iker Casillas.
Sergio buys new jeans.
Sergio had new jeans; they were indecently tight. He confessed to you that they were so tight he couldn't bend over. This was not the problem.
It was the stonewashed bit that bothered you. It reminded you of a pair your uncle used to wear. That was not an image you wanted associated with your lover.
So you did what any rational person would do and accidentally washed them with the belt, a huge diamonté monstrosity, still on. Two birds with one stone you figured. You never considered he would like them more ripped, increased moveablity. You didn't consider the rip that would perfectly show the crease between his leg and ass, and how much it made you want to lick it.
You hadn't considered much else since you'd noticed it.
All things considered, they were pretty great jeans.
2. Prompt: Punch. David Villa/David Silva, David Silva/Other
Davids break-up.
“You did this on purpose, didn't you?” Villa spat. “You wanted me to see that, to see him fucking you like a cheap whore.”
“I didn't know even you were coming.” Silva snapped back, pulling on a shirt.
“Sure you didn't, you knew we were in England and didn't think I would come see you?” Villa stepped closer.
“I don't know,” Silva replied pushed him, “You seemed to have your hands full with Messi.”
“Oh, so that what this is about.” Villa said eyes narrowing.
“If you can fuck other people why can't I?”
“I'm not shoving it in your face, am I?”
“Really, jumping into his arms, “Oh Leo you're so wonderful, please, please
fuck me right here.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Villa clenching his fists said “You agreed, we can see other people.”
“Yeah, yeah, I just didn't realise you'd be following him around like a lovesick puppy, panting for his dick.”
Villa let his fist fly into Silva's face. Silva stumbled back caught off guard. He clutched his burst lip. There was silence for a second.
“Fuck, shit I'm sorry, Jesus Christ.” Villa tried to reach out but hissed when he moved his knuckles.
“Get out.” Silva said coldly. “Get the fuck out right now, and don't come back.”
Villa turned and left the apartment. He smacked the steering wheel of his car and drove away.
3. Prompt: Crumple. Cristiano Ronaldo/ Kaká
AU, secret boyfriends
Cris has loved football since he was a boy kicking a ball on the streets in Funchal. His heart problem had stopped that though. He could've made it as a professional. He images it sometimes, taking his place as the best in the world, meeting Ricky as an equal.
He crumples the tickets Ricky had given him for the match. He can't go, two pictures have been published of 'Kaká and his Cousin' already this week. Ricky needs pictures with his girlfriend published instead.
Cris take and extra shift; watches the match on the bar's TV. It's not the same.
4. Prompt: Roll Marcelo, Mesut
Mesut gets pushed down a hill.
“Hey Mesut! You're German right?”
Mesut nodded warily, wondering what Marcelo and Pepe were up to now.
“Well then, how do you make a sausage roll?” the two-head fiend that was Marcepe asked.
Mesut was confused that question was too random too be what Pepcelo meant.
Then it shouted “You give it a push!” and pushed him down the hill.
Green, blue, green, blue.
Mesut's elbows were going to be so bruised tomorrow. Why had he let this happen?
He looked up and saw Mercelo beaming down at him. Mesut thought ' Wow braces make a lot of difference' and also 'Yeah, that'd be why.”
5. Prompt: Tongue Cesc Fabregas/ Íker Casillas
too much nutella leads to a numb tongue.
When Cesc had decided he wanted to eat chocolate off Iker's chest. Iker was reluctant originally, he didn't want to spoil the sheets. But Cesc had produced a jar of Nutella during and early morning make out session and Iker had sleepily agreed. It had been too early to say no to Cesc's puppy dog eyes.
He had to admit though the feeling of Cesc spreading the condiment on his chest was pretty nice, especially when Cesc started to go lower with it. He wrapped one Choclatey hand round Iker's dick and started to lick his chest. This was good, Iker's concerns for his sheets were forced aside when Cesc started to suck his dick to remove the chocolate there.
He return to licking Iker's chest, after he came. Iker was starting to feel sticky and there was still most of a jar of Nutella on his chest and stomach. He wrapped his hand around Cesc to get him off. Cesc came on Iker's stomach and pulled back looking at Iker.
“Well, that's grosth.”
“What?”
“You. Also, I think my tongue eth numb, from licking.”
Iker laughed, Cesc pouted and stalked off to “Take a thouwer .”
Iker looked at his chest, “Fucking gross.” he agreed and rolled over.
“FUCK!” He realised too late, he'd just absolutely ruined his sheets.
comments and concrit are lovely.
Title: various drabbles
Rating: probably between pg-13 and nc-17
Pairing:various
Warning: mentions of violence
Disclaimer: not true
1.Propmt: Rip. Sergio Ramos/ Iker Casillas.
Sergio buys new jeans.
Sergio had new jeans; they were indecently tight. He confessed to you that they were so tight he couldn't bend over. This was not the problem.
It was the stonewashed bit that bothered you. It reminded you of a pair your uncle used to wear. That was not an image you wanted associated with your lover.
So you did what any rational person would do and accidentally washed them with the belt, a huge diamonté monstrosity, still on. Two birds with one stone you figured. You never considered he would like them more ripped, increased moveablity. You didn't consider the rip that would perfectly show the crease between his leg and ass, and how much it made you want to lick it.
You hadn't considered much else since you'd noticed it.
All things considered, they were pretty great jeans.
2. Prompt: Punch. David Villa/David Silva, David Silva/Other
Davids break-up.
“You did this on purpose, didn't you?” Villa spat. “You wanted me to see that, to see him fucking you like a cheap whore.”
“I didn't know even you were coming.” Silva snapped back, pulling on a shirt.
“Sure you didn't, you knew we were in England and didn't think I would come see you?” Villa stepped closer.
“I don't know,” Silva replied pushed him, “You seemed to have your hands full with Messi.”
“Oh, so that what this is about.” Villa said eyes narrowing.
“If you can fuck other people why can't I?”
“I'm not shoving it in your face, am I?”
“Really, jumping into his arms, “Oh Leo you're so wonderful, please, please
fuck me right here.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Villa clenching his fists said “You agreed, we can see other people.”
“Yeah, yeah, I just didn't realise you'd be following him around like a lovesick puppy, panting for his dick.”
Villa let his fist fly into Silva's face. Silva stumbled back caught off guard. He clutched his burst lip. There was silence for a second.
“Fuck, shit I'm sorry, Jesus Christ.” Villa tried to reach out but hissed when he moved his knuckles.
“Get out.” Silva said coldly. “Get the fuck out right now, and don't come back.”
Villa turned and left the apartment. He smacked the steering wheel of his car and drove away.
3. Prompt: Crumple. Cristiano Ronaldo/ Kaká
AU, secret boyfriends
Cris has loved football since he was a boy kicking a ball on the streets in Funchal. His heart problem had stopped that though. He could've made it as a professional. He images it sometimes, taking his place as the best in the world, meeting Ricky as an equal.
He crumples the tickets Ricky had given him for the match. He can't go, two pictures have been published of 'Kaká and his Cousin' already this week. Ricky needs pictures with his girlfriend published instead.
Cris take and extra shift; watches the match on the bar's TV. It's not the same.
4. Prompt: Roll Marcelo, Mesut
Mesut gets pushed down a hill.
“Hey Mesut! You're German right?”
Mesut nodded warily, wondering what Marcelo and Pepe were up to now.
“Well then, how do you make a sausage roll?” the two-head fiend that was Marcepe asked.
Mesut was confused that question was too random too be what Pepcelo meant.
Then it shouted “You give it a push!” and pushed him down the hill.
Green, blue, green, blue.
Mesut's elbows were going to be so bruised tomorrow. Why had he let this happen?
He looked up and saw Mercelo beaming down at him. Mesut thought ' Wow braces make a lot of difference' and also 'Yeah, that'd be why.”
5. Prompt: Tongue Cesc Fabregas/ Íker Casillas
too much nutella leads to a numb tongue.
When Cesc had decided he wanted to eat chocolate off Iker's chest. Iker was reluctant originally, he didn't want to spoil the sheets. But Cesc had produced a jar of Nutella during and early morning make out session and Iker had sleepily agreed. It had been too early to say no to Cesc's puppy dog eyes.
He had to admit though the feeling of Cesc spreading the condiment on his chest was pretty nice, especially when Cesc started to go lower with it. He wrapped one Choclatey hand round Iker's dick and started to lick his chest. This was good, Iker's concerns for his sheets were forced aside when Cesc started to suck his dick to remove the chocolate there.
He return to licking Iker's chest, after he came. Iker was starting to feel sticky and there was still most of a jar of Nutella on his chest and stomach. He wrapped his hand around Cesc to get him off. Cesc came on Iker's stomach and pulled back looking at Iker.
“Well, that's grosth.”
“What?”
“You. Also, I think my tongue eth numb, from licking.”
Iker laughed, Cesc pouted and stalked off to “Take a thouwer .”
Iker looked at his chest, “Fucking gross.” he agreed and rolled over.
“FUCK!” He realised too late, he'd just absolutely ruined his sheets.
comments and concrit are lovely.