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findingnemosworld · 6 months

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𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐞𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥 - 𝐜𝐞́𝐬𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐳𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐞𝐭𝐚

• 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐦𝐞.

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐭 ... 𝐡𝐞𝐫.

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐦*𝐭, 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐩

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐢 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐬 🥺

he can still remember the very first day he met her — it was his first day on campus as part of his business management degree program, she’d been sitting under the tree reading a book, her silken locks flowing through the beautiful spring breeze, it looked like a painting of some sort that he couldn’t help but he entranced by.

it felt idiosyncratic in a way, he wasn’t the type to lose composure, be it on or off the pitch yet here he was, slowly but surely becoming hooked on an individual whom he hadn’t uttered a single syllable to, it seemed innocent at first, each day he would head to class he’d find her sitting there with a book in her hand and often times a cup of coffee.

four weeks … a complete month.

and he hadn't gathered an ounce of courage to approach her — throughout his time observing her, he’d discovered that they shared several classes, she was the independent owner of a landscape design company that had a moderate success which made sense given that the participants of that class were quite informative when it came to business.

he’d discovered so much and then some; yet he couldn’t bring himself up to speak to her. until …

he’d gotten to the lecture hall a bit late, the only seat available being that next to her — the mere fact he’d be sitting within close proximity had his cheeks redden as he carefully laid out his belongings, then offered her a sweet smile which she happily returned then shifted her focus back to the lecture.

every now and then, he’d steal a glance from her when he believed she wasn’t looking – it was rather arduous not to look at her as her beauty was akin to that of a beautiful spring breeze.

as the lecture concluded, he decided to try his luck and speak to her, " excuse me? " he said with a soft tone.

she looks up and smiles brightly, " hi " she said with a cheerful tone.

his heart had fluttered, her voice was gentle akin to a silken pillow one would rest their head on, " i … erm … " he chuckles nervously before adding. " i couldn’t help but notice how equipped you are about finance management and i was wondering if you’d be able to help me out because this is my first time "

she smiled softly, " of course … we can arrange study dates if you want? "

study dates, … no césar, don’t get too excited it’s just study dates. he chastised himself before smiling, " sure, here’s erm … here’s my number " he hands the piece of paper in which he had written his number.

" i’ll text you later to figure things out " she said with a soft tone before giggling and extending her hand, " where are my manners? hi i’m y/n l/n commonly known as y/n/n "

" nice to meet you " he grins shaking her hand, " césar azpilicueta, most people call me azpi "

" ah nice to meet you … latin american? " she wonders.

" likewise and erm … no, i’m uh … spanish actually " he chuckles softly.

" ooh … sorry about that " she said with an apologetic smile.

" don’t worry " he grins. " where are you from? your accent is … unique "

" not that unique " she states with a shy tone before adding. " i’m mixed, my father is german and my mother is colombian and because we moved in between, it kinda affected my accent "

" oh, that’s interesting " he states with an impressed expression, " and did you always live in the usa? "

she shakes her head and smiles, " i actually live in london "

his eyes widen, " really? so do i !! "

she grins, " yeah? what do you do there? "

he blushed from her inquiry, " i’m a … i’m a football player "

" really? oh my gosh i feel so stupid, i’m sorry i don’t keep up with local football or football in general, i’m always knee deep in work " she giggles.

jesus, what is it about her that’s driving me insane? he wonders before replying, " it’s fine, it’s actually good that you don’t " he chuckles.

" aw, fame huh? " she said sympathetically.

he nods softly, " well i better get going, don’t wanna hold you up any longer, i’ll see you around then "

" you most certainly will " she nods.

love is indeed unexpected, and for him — it’d taken a month and a half for him to realize that he wanted to be around her at all times, their study dates were refreshing, engaging in fruitful conversations that were either related to their lectures or just general topics, he found himself intrigued by her love for landscape design, and her several designs that were quite creative that he opted to make the passing comment of hiring her to design his back garden.

as time went on, he found himself seeking her presence further as their study dates developed into friendly encounters beyond the realm of school — there’d been moments where he wanted, no he ached to have her yet the prominent fear of rejection coupled with the fact that there was a significant decade age gap between them acted as a wall between them until … a study night had transformed into something more.

" what’s your biggest fear? " he had asked as the pair decided to end their study night with a glass of wine.

" i guess not being good enough at what i do, there’s a reason why i chose to be a landscape designer, we’re often so negligent that we forget to appreciate nature for what it is " she responds with a soft tone, " how about you? "

" me? " he reiterated and chuckled, " honestly, not being able to give back, it’s why i chose to complete my studies, i plan on opening up my own academy to ensure that these kids eric even more opportunities "

she cooed, " aw, that’s so sweet " she nudged him playfully then said. " you’ve got a good heart césar "

he blushed then murmurs, " thank you "

suddenly — a wave of silence falls over them before she broke it. " césar, it’s been nine months since we erm … and tell me that i’m the only one seeing it but, there is something between us, right? "

his eyes shot up; his face becoming as red as a tomato, " i … uh … " he rubs his neck then chuckles nervously, " yeah, but i didn’t want to admit it because of our age gap and the fact that you’re so amazing that i honestly felt insecure because i’m just a football player and you’re this whole other person, and right now i am losing all control here because i … i need you " he stated with a hoarse voice.

her eyes widen, " what? "

" i need you " he repeats the exacts same phrase, this time edging closer as his palm flat over her thigh sending shivers down her spine. " please "

she smiles softly, " i thought you’d never ask "

he closed the distance between them, placing a hand over the back of her neck, their lips devouring one another in a searing passionate kiss drawing out a muffled whine from her lips, a minute in he pulls back to whisper through ponderous breaths, " jesus, i’ve wanted to do that since the first time i saw you "

she beams as the atmosphere between became more passionate, she shuffled even closer until she straddles his lap, he placed his hands on her hips, desire flaming dancing within his cerulean irises, she leans in and whispers, " have you ever been controlled? "

he grunts in response, his pants becoming uncomfortably tight. " no, but there’s always room for experiment "

she smiles at his remark, her lips planting feather light kisses across his face down to his neck drawing out the sweetest melodious moans from his lips — " oh fuck " he whines, his eyes fluttering shut as she continued to lower her lips further down the exposed skin of his chest caused his breath to quicken.

" oh my … oh!!! " he whines, his chest rising and falling at a rapid pace. suddenly, without so much as a warning, his cock is freed of the confinement of his briefs, " oh amor … oh fuck me " he moans at the sensation of her lips and tongue wrapping around the entire length of his cock whilst she used her hand to stroke the rest.

his hand lands at the top of her head, his digits threading through her silken locks, " oh my .. you’re so good at that, don’t stop " he whispers, heaving ponderous breaths.

her eyes shot up to relish in the erotic sight of him withering and squirming under her touch, suddenly she decided to push her luck by using her tongue to lick the prominent veins which caused him to thrust his hips forward and whine, " jesus amor "

she proceeded to up the pace, using both her tongue and lips as well as her hand which in turn caused his muscles to tense, his cock twitching inside of her mouth releasing ropes of arousal down her throat, she lapped up every drop then pulled back, " do you feel good? " she whispers pressing tantalizing kisses across the length of his inner thigh.

he chuckles breathlessly, caressing her hair before replying. " i feel amazing, now would you mind coming up here "

she climbed up and was tugged into his lap before he began to press kisses over the top of her chest before nuzzling his face in her neck to catch his breath and that’s when she felt something wet against her neck, his body breaking down in silent sobs, which confused her for a brief moment; just then, she decided to rub his back gently, whispering sweet nothings in his ear, he then lifts his face to reveal his tear stained face, " i love you " he whispers.

she smiled softly then wiped his tears – " i love you too "

perhaps it didn’t hurt to lose control every once and a while.

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football-and-fanfics · 1 year

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César Azpilicueta masterlist

These are all the imagines I have written for César Azpilicueta (links below the cut). Newly posted imagines for him will be added onto here a.s.a.p.

Last updated: 12 February 2023

Imagines posted in 2020:

"Let's never do that again."

Yelling at the referee

Showing up for training even though sick

"I can't do this."

"You worry too much."

Getting told off by the manager for picking up a red card

Imagines posted in 2021:

"I just don't believe you're okay."

"You got me a gift?"

"Are you alright? You're so quiet."

"That's unacceptable."

"I do not tolerate this kind of behavior against anyone in my team."

"You shouldn't be out of bed."

Getting comforted by a teammate (with Kepa Arrizabalaga)

Imagines posted in 2022: None

Imagines posted in 2023 None yet

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footballffbarbiex · 4 years

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As Good As The Stories.

Ooh exciting!! Could I please have a teacher one with Azpicueta where he comes to his siblings parents evening and is really shy and flirting awkwardly. With 3rd person (so like she) thank you! 😀

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César had been called to take his nephew’s parents evening as his brother was running late and though it was last minute when he’d taken the call, he’d made sure he was on time, albeit cutting it incredibly fine. Almost every red light that could change as he drove towards it did. Anyone who could press the button to cross the road, did. Trying to find a parking space was harder than usual and he found himself circling around the school carpark until a spot became available.

“I’m sorry,” he says hurriedly, pulling the chair opposite her out when their name is called. “We were stuck in traffic and it feels as though we’ve just got here in time and I’m rambling,” he laughs nervously to himself as he finally makes eye contact with her. if he was feeling before meeting her at the thought of handling the parents evening with no real idea of what he’s supposed to be asking or listening for to be concerned about, he was now after looking at her.

Dressed in smart casual with natural looking make up, she captures his attention immediately. She has notes in the folders before her, sticky notes to access certain areas of each child’s work quickly. She works in a smart way, colour co-ordinated for certain topics, even beside her is a pencil case. He likes that attention to detail.

The classroom is a good size, the walls filled with brightly coloured display boards lined with decoration and the children’s work. Kindness quotes are there in big bold letters, trying to encourage them from a young age to be so; something that world needs a little more of right now. Small units are filled with the children’s trays, each with a strip that the child themselves have designed with their name on it.

She grins at him before telling him it’s ok, these things happen. “You’re here now though, so that’s something. And you’re his uncle, right?” She double checks.

“Yes, I am.” He nods, feeling bad for staring but she’s beautiful.

“We were warned by his father that he might be running late and that his uncle should be taking his place. Otherwise they’d call back to cancel.” She gives a nervous smile and opens up her folder. “He’s a great kid. Very intuitive and has a knack for working out hard problems. It’s fun trying to come up with something that he can’t crack.”

“But I always do.” His nephew proudly announces, sitting back in his chair and looks smug.

“That you do.” She beams at him, “he’s incredibly helpful. A lot of the design work for the boards were his idea. He’s also very tidy and encourages others to do the same.” César wants to add that he doesn’t at home, so this is brand new information for him, but he doesn’t want to embarrass him in front of his teacher. Instead, the two of them exchange a look and his nephew pretends he hasn’t seen.

“Sounds like you’re a star pupil.” He comments, looking down at the young family member.

“Sounds like you’ll have to get me that toy you promised.” A smirk is thrown César’s way and he resists making a face.

“I wouldn’t be too quick,” she points out, raising her eyebrow in what César could only describe as “the mom” look. “You are quite chatty and can distract others. He has a strong competitive side when it comes to sports, but I can’t imagine who he gets that from.” Her lips twitch as she tries to hold back a grin and he laughs.

“No, no me neither.” He says, his grin spreading up his cheeks as he nervously looks down.

“Overall, his homework is handed in on time, he’s punctual though, he does like a good chat while changing his shoes to indoor ones and taking off his jacket, but he’s good for settling down once told.” She says once the little boy has wandered off to look around the classroom, clearly a little bored.

“I’m glad he’s doing well,” César comments, hoping he can try and remember these comments.

“I already took the liberty of making a copy of everything in a small report,” she tells him, seeing the look on his face and removes it from the folder in front of her. “I thought having something official would make it a little better so that it can be taken home.”

“You’re amazing,” he says as he looks over it before realising what he said. “I didn’t…I mean-” he cuts himself off with a nervous cough and kicks himself.

“No, you’re right, I am.” She tries a little humour and though he can feel his cheeks begin to warm, no doubt colouring as a result, he agrees with her.

“He’s happy in your class. He comes home with a lot of stories and says good things about you. It says a lot. I have to be honest, I was happy to be asked to come here tonight. Meet the woman he adores.” He says before realising how he sounds. “I have to stop putting my foot in it.”

She chuckles as she holds her hands up, “I’ll accept the compliment. Hopefully the reality is as good as the stories?” She asks, showing a hint of nervousness herself.

“More than.” He nods, meeting her eye and seeing the relief flicker across her face.

“I’m happy to hear. He talks about you a lot too. In a strange way, I’m happy his parents couldn’t come this evening. I’ve enjoyed meeting you.”

“Maybe they can be late more often.” He offers, pleased that she’s returning the same interested vibes that he’s sending out.

“I look forward to our next meeting already.”

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findingnemosworld · 7 months

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𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐭 - 𝐜𝐞́𝐬𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐳𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐞𝐭𝐚

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬

( 𝐀𝐳𝐩𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐣𝐮𝐦𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐮𝐳𝐳𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭 )

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢�� 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐤!

" Are you serious? The Conjuring "

César, her fiancé of one year had suggested an indoor film night to celebrate Spain's impressive win over Georgia in the Euro qualifiers, a horror film certainly did not qualify as a relaxing film night - he looks at her with a grin, " cariňa, come on, please " he pleads with a soft tone, his eyes wide and doe like.

" You know I don't do well with horror films " She retorts, crossing her arms in frustration, it was true, she knew that horror films weren't real yet she hated every bit of them.

He chuckles softly, tugging her close to him. " I know you don't, but this is a good way to defeat your fear, and plus ... " he pauses, gesturing to himself. " I'm right here, aren't I? "

It wasn't the first time he'd done this, on several occasions he tried to convince her to watch a film and each time she refused to do so - she looks at him, without uttering a single word before a soft sigh escapes her lips. " Fine " she grumbles.

He smiles widely, " I promise, I'll shield you when there's a jump-scare on screen "

She shakes her head, still wearing a hesitant expression across her features. " I can't believe I'm doing this " she murmurs.

He covers the two of them with a blanket, plops the bowl of pop corn between them then grabs the remote to turn on the television, he tugs her closer to him as the film began, she tentatively kept her gaze on the screen while the scenes played on, every now and then she lifts her head up to look at him, taking a moment to study his features that were illuminated by the tv light, he swiftly looks down and smiles. " Focus on the movie cariňa "

Her cheeks redden, and she looks away. " You're a better view than the film " she whispers.

His lips curl into a smile, " My cute scaredy cat "

She pouts, " Don't say that "

He pressed his lips to her forehead and murmured, " You are, you're my adorable scaredy cat "

She looks away, trying her best to focus on the film, however as the jump-scares progressed, so did her fear, every now and then she gasps and nuzzles her face close to his chest causing him to chuckle and press soft kisses to her forehead. " Relax, I'm right here "

Yet she couldn't, halfway through the film she spent it burying herself on his chest, so much so that by the end of the film, she was practically on top of his lap, he rubs her back and laughs. " cariňa, you can look now, the film is over "

She lifts her face and pouts, " I can't deal with this "

" We might need to work harder so you can defeat your fear of horror films " He chuckles softly.

She shot him a death glare then grumbled something under her breath before he was being silenced by his lips pressing on top of hers eliciting a soft sigh from her, she cradled his face in her hands as they exchange a sweet kiss, then he pulls back and rests his forehead on hers. " I have the cutest scaredy cat for a girlfriend "

" César " She whines in response.

His chest rumbles with laughter, as he continued to pepper soft kisses across her cheek. " I love you ... " he whispers before adding with a teasing tone. " scaredy cat "

She hides her face in his chest, " I love you too " she murmurs softly.

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findingnemosworld · 8 months

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𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟 - 𝐜𝐞́𝐬𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐳𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐞𝐭𝐚

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬

( 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐳𝐩𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐭’𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 )

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞.

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐲 𝐬𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 ( 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 )

[ 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 ]

( this man has done nothing wrong in his life and I will defend him for all eternity )

𝑇𝘩𝑎𝘵 𝘥𝑟𝘦𝑠𝘴 - 𝘵ℎ𝘢𝑡 𝑑𝘢𝑚𝘯𝑒𝘥 𝘤𝑟𝘪𝑚𝘴𝑜𝘯 𝘥𝑟𝘦𝑠𝘴.

With ponderous breaths, a wave of unprecedented tension was enveloping the atmosphere around them; one hand grips her waist while the other rests against her neck, and her lips - the inclination that had been gnawing him had shifted into pure lust with specs of something deeper, the sounds that were coming out of her mouth and into his spurred him on to deepen the kiss and subconsciously seek further warmth in order to relieve the aching her felt at the moment.

" Are you sure about this? " He asks with a small voice before adding, " If we go through this, there's no going back " he swipes his tongue across her lower lip, inciting a soft whimper.

" Well " She murmurs, with doe eyes that were darkened by the lust she felt. " You want to know something? "

" What? " He whispers, thumb stroking the apple of her cheek before pressing a featherlight kiss to her jaw.

" I only bought this dress so you can take off " She admits with a soft sight, " So, if we cross the line - then may the lord forgive me because I don't plan on going back "

That was all he needed, he hoists her up in his arms and smiles before leading her to his bed, he places her down then turns her around so that her back is facing him; one hand grips her waist while the other leisurely lowers the zipper of her dress, loosening the material to reveal that she was braless which further sent waves of excitement across his body, spurring him to plant open mouthed kisses across her shoulders, he then uses his hands to lower the material down until it slipped and pooled around her feet, she swiftly turns around and he takes his time in drinking her in, the curvatures of her body, " Es muy bonita ( So beautiful ) " he whispers in awe.

Her cheeks grow warm under his gaze, with shaky hands she slides his suit jacket before moving to unbutton his shirt all the while he kept his warm hands on her waist, callous digits caressing her hips, with a faint smile, " It's ok hermosa, you don't have to be nervous " he cooed.

" I'm not " She pouts before finally being able to help him remove the shirt, her gaze darts down, admiring his physique before he closed the distance between them by attacking her neck with teasing kisses, subconsciously rubbing his clothed cock against her. " Oh " she sighs.

" I've been thinking about this ever since you walked in the venue, and that dress, that damned crimson dress had invaded my senses " He murmurs. " No tienes ni idea de cuánto me afectó ( You have no idea how much it affected me ) "

" I can tell " She giggled, the giggle transformed into a yelp when he gently pushes her onto the bed.

He spent a few minutes kissing her all while his hands were occupied with unbuckling his pants and swiftly removing them followed by his boxers. He pulls back and whispers, " I'm not going to take my time "

" We have all night " She said, " Let's skip to the good part "

Her panties were ripped in half, while he swiped his thumb over her clit, swallowing the moan that escaped her lips with his own - the other digit moved up and down teasing her pussy walls. " Mi buena chica ( My good girl ) " he cooed. " You're getting wet aren't you? "

" Sí " She whimpers, " I want to feel you inside of me " she whispers through ponderous breaths, " please, I want to feel your cock buried deep inside of me "

" Say no more mi vida " He smirks, with one hand stroking his hardened cock using the spec of precum to coat his dick before slowly thrusting deep inside of her, " Joder .. ( Fuck ) " he groans.

" Oh " She moans, her hands clawing on his back, while his teeth were occupied with painting her neck with his own marking. " Por favor, No te detengas ( Please, don't stop ) "

His thrusts were leisure and meticulous, he wrapped his arm around her waist to lift her up to him while his hips collided with hers, " Such a good girl, you're taking me so well " he cooed, caressing her cheek while he continued to kiss her neck. " Joder ... you're squeezing me dry baby "

" I can't help it " She whimpers, " You feel so good "

" Yeah " He said with a smile, " Are you going to cum for me? come on baby, cum for me "

He thrusts became faster, sloppy in motion while he moved to kiss her lips, groaning against them, " cum for me hermosa, come on "

She cried out in euphoria, her eyes were blurred by the intense pleasure her body felt. " Joder, I'm cumming "

" I'm right there with you hermosa " He moans, grunting as he spilled entirely inside of her.

He pulls out, and walks to the bathroom to grab small wet towels - he helps her clean up then cleans himself up before he takes her in his arms, " I'm not done with you yet " he murmurs kissing the top of his head.

" I know, I'm not going away anytime soon " She smiles.

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𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐜𝐲𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 - 𝐜𝐞́𝐬𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐳𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐞𝐭𝐚

• 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬

( 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐝𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐳𝐩𝐢 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 )

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐧𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐳𝐩𝐢 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐦𝐥.

She'd gotten home early from work, seeing as it was his day off and he had volunteered to watch over their seven month daughter Ester, the minute she walked in, she was met with silence which confused her as she knew he wasn't naturally a very quiet person - especially not whenever he was their baby, " César ... César " she calls out for him only to receive silence in response, she removed her shoes then walked in further and just then, she hears his familiar voice speaking in a hushed tone which came from Ester's nursery.

Feeling further confused, she walked towards the nursery and as she was about to walk in, the sight before her caused her to stop near the doorway, her lips curling into a soft smile - César had Ester safely tucked in his lap while a book was perched in front of them, he was reading her a story, suddenly he looks up and smiles widely, " hola mi mariposa "

" hola mis mundos " She said, walking in further before taking her place on the floor next to them, Ester's face lights up and she tries to reach over for her, she swiftly picked her up and smiled, pressing soft kisses to her cheek.

" How was work? " He asks, placing the book away then reaching over to gently caress her cheek.

A soft sigh escapes her lips, eliciting a frown from him, she shakes her head. " We lost a patient today "

He nods sympathetically, " lo siento amor "

She forces a smile across her lips, " You think I would get used to it by now, being a nurse for so long but it's never easy "

" Grief and loss are never easy " He states, squeezing her hand. " But you're a strong woman mi mariposa "

Ester, who seemingly sensed the shift in the mood, nuzzled her face against her mother's chest which elicited a smile from César as he gestures to her, " Ester is telling you not to be sad "

She smiles, pressing a featherlight kiss over her head before lifting her head up to say. " I love you César "

His smile widens, his mind drawing back to their very first encounter which by all accounts wasn't smooth at all - he'd picked up an injury five months into his new home in Atlético Madrid, the medical team had sent him to the hospital where she worked at, being a nurse had taken such a toll on her that when she was sent to watch over him, it had been an icy encounter of curt words and short responses that while it might put off anyone in his place, he couldn't help but be intrigued by her.

His treatment had lead to the pair getting closer with him making any and all excuses to visit her in the hospital, and while she tried her best to refute his advances, a conversation with her mother lead her to believe that often times, fate works in a variety of ways which we cannot comprehend.

" I love you too mi mariposa " He responds with an earnest and gentle tone, his lips pressing a soft peck on hers, just then he stood up then said. " I'm going to go start dinner "

She nods, taking in the reigns to get Ester changed and ready for bed, before she could even call out for César, he appears with a milk bottle in his hand causing her to giggle, " You're a natural at this "

He grins, pressing a kiss to her forehead, " That's cause I'm the luckiest man on earth mi mariposa "

She sits on the chair, gently easing Ester into latching onto the bottle, César watches the sight with pride soaring in his heart. " she is starting to look like you "

" No, she's an Azpilicueta Tanco through and through " She retorts with a giggle.

" No, she's also you, especially her eyes " He said, standing over them.

She lifts her head up, a soft smile itched across her lips. " She's our blessing "

Indeed she was, a year into their marriage, a regular check up had revealed that she struggled with PolyCystic Ovary Syndrome or most commonly known as PCOS, the chances of her becoming a mother were slim which caused a dark cloud to loom over them, she had expected César to walk away yet he stood by her through thick and thin, through all the treatments up until they were blessed by Ester.

" I'm grateful for the two of you " He said, with a soft tone. " You have filled my life with light "

His last relationship prior to meeting her had been a disaster, so much so that he vowed never to let another woman in until she came along, and everything had changed since.

Once Ester was fed, she placed her in her crib with the pair watching their baby finally succumb to the exhaustion, gently they both walk out of the nursery, heading to the kitchen, she looks at the counter and laughs. " I could have cooked you know "

" It's not everyday I get to spoil you " He retorts, playfully squeezing her ass. " Now sit down and eat "

They sit down together, a wave of comfortable silence between them as they ate, however he decides to break it by asking a question she certainly didn't expect. " Do you think we can get another? "

" Another what? " She wonders, confusion itched across her face.

" Another baby? " He asks, gauging her reaction.

She froze, the topic had been weighing on her mind for a while, " I .. I don't know, I mean, do you think so? "

" The medicine is becoming more advanced, I don't care how long it'll take, but I want that experience with you again, two little kids that take the best of the two of us " He smiles, " I want to do it all with you mi mariposa "

She let out a soft breath, then smiled. " We'll see how life takes us "

He pulls her in for a kiss, " I really love you "

She smiles, " I love you too "

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findingnemosworld · 9 months

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𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐬 - 𝐜𝐞́𝐬𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐳𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐞𝐭𝐚/𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨 𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐬

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬

( 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨/𝐚𝐳𝐩𝐢 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐝? 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐮𝐦 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨/𝐚𝐳𝐩𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟. 𝐈'𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨/𝐚𝐳𝐩𝐢 ... )

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐟𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐟𝐬 😍

[ 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 ]

" Papá "

César had been in the kitchen preheating the meal his wife left him seeing as she was out having lunch with his mother as well as her mother, leaving him to watch their thirteen year old daughter Aria, his head shot up in alarm at the sound of her tone which seemed pained, he placed the plate away and nearly sprinted towards his daughter's room to see her on her bed, in a fetal position clutching her abdomen, her face contorting with pain. " What's wrong mariposa? " he asks.

" Papá " Aria cries, " I think - ah " she moaned in pain, " I think it's my period "

César wasn't clueless, he knew what a menstrual cycle was - seeing as during the first year of dating his wife, he'd gone through the exact same thing of seeing her struggle through the first two days as they were naturally painful. " Ok, I'm going to go to the bathroom to check if your Mamá stocked up on health pads, then you go and shower while I clean up "

He walks into the ensuite bathroom of his master bedroom, sighing in relief when he realized that indeed, his wife had stocked up on pads and tampons; he grabs the pad packet, and runs back to his daughter's bedroom, carefully helping her to the bathroom; " Did your Mamá teach you how to wear them? "

Aria nods, painfully struggling to make it to the bathroom before she shuts the door. César removes the stained bedsheets, discarding them into the washing hamper before he grabbed a new set to tuck on her bed, then he makes his way towards the kitchen and places a kettle on the stove while preparing a mug of tea with a spoon of honey akin to the one he used to make for his wife, he rummaged through the pantry until he found a bar of chocolate, he placed it with the mug along with the preheated soup packet his wife keeps for emergencies.

Once everything was set, he returns back to her bedroom to see her lying down and tucked under the covers. " Sit up Mariposa " he smiles, " So you can eat, and I'll get you some painkillers "

Aria smiles, " Gracias Papá " she carefully situates the tray and began to eat while César retrieved the painkillers and a glass of water.

" Do you need anything? " César asks with a soft smile.

" No Papá, I just need to eat and try to sleep " Aria smiles back.

" Ok, if you need anything, I'll be nearby ok " César pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

" Ok Papá " Aria said.

Having a daughter was difficult on Sergio, especially after having boys for so long; it's facile to be a boy's dad but quite arduous to be a girl's dad - and that definitely proved to be true when his wife was out with her sister and the boys were out for training, leaving him and his girl Bella at home, he'd been sitting in the living room watching tv when it dawned on him that his daughter was quiet which naturally seemed odd seeing as Bella wasn't quiet at all.

He stands up to make his way towards her bedroom and that's when he heard her sob, which sent him into overdrive; the minute he stormed into her bedroom, he saw her clutching her abdomen while she was crying. " Bella, mi vida. what's wrong? " Sergio approached her with concern.

" Papá " Bella cried, " It hurts, my stomach hurts "

Flustered, Sergio stood confused for a moment until he suddenly remembered that her symptoms were akin to the ones his wife gets whenever she had her period. He opens his phone to text his wife who sent a reply telling him to check their master bedroom, specifically the en-suite bathroom.

He sighed in relief when he founds the health pads, and returned to Bella's bedroom, " Come on hija, go to the bathroom while I prepare you something warm to drink " he said.

Bella nods, she walks into the bathroom while Sergio went to the kitchen to make her some tea, and once the tea was set, he placed a chocolate bar and a sandwich, he then walked towards her bedroom just as she stepped out and slowly climbed on top of the bed, Bella groans. " Being a girl sucks "

Sergio laughs, " Now why would you say that? "

" Because this is painful, Mamá warned me but it still hurts " Bella groans as she sips on the tea.

" Well, I'm glad that you're a girl because I can take care of you " Sergio smiles, ruffling her hair.

" Is there any medicine? " Bella asks.

" Yes, let me go check " Sergio goes to the bathroom and finds painkillers in the pantry, he grabs a glass of water and returns to Bella's bedroom.

" Gracias Papá " Bella smiles. " Can you stay with me? "

Sergio smiles. " Of course I can hija "

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Bromance/Friendship prompts list - requests open

This may sound like the stupidest idea since I still have around 80 requests pending, but I found this Bromance / Friendship prompts list I prepared a while back, but then never fully used. I still really love the prompts on it, so here it is anyway! 😁😁 You can view the prompts list here and also make your requests through the form. It will be all about friendship between players, there will be no smut involved. For earlier editions of Bromance/friendship prompts, see this and this Happy requesting! 😇😇😇😇

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How do you feel? - Kepa Arrizabalaga & César Azpilicueta

Who: Kepa Arrizabalaga, César Azpilicueta Request: 6 with azpi and kepa🥰 Prompt #6: "Hey, how do you feel?" Requested by: anonymous Warnings: mentions of being sick

They were halfway through their summer training week in Switzerland, when Kepa got sick. He believed it was something he ate, for he was up most of the night, throwing up the entire contents of his stomach. In the morning, when the alarm rang to get up for breakfast, Kepa still felt absolutely miserable. He was tired, nauseous, and felt shaky and weak. There was not a cell in his body that was ready to get out of bed now, let alone do a training session. César, who was Kepa’s roommate during this trip, looked down at his teammate. One look at Kepa's hair plastered to his pale and sweaty face, was all he needed to know. “I’m not even going to ask,” he said sympathetically, “stay in bed, I’ll tell the gaffer you’re sick.” “Thanks,” Kepa mumbled just loud enough for his friend to hear. “We’ll be gone most of the day,” César informed, “if anything is wrong you call me, okay?” “I will,” Kepa answered weakly. ———– The team returned to the hotel after that day’s activities at the end of the afternoon. César had kept a close eye on his phone all day long in case Kepa would call, but it remained quiet. The first thing César did when he came back to the hotel was going to check up on Kepa. He quietly opened the door of their hotel room, wondering in what state he would find his fellow-Spaniard. To his surprise, he found Kepa sitting in an armchair in the room, watching TV whilst nibbling carefully on a cracker. “Hey, how do you feel?” César asked, relieved to see Kepa up and about. “Bit better.” Kepa nodded, “not nauseous anymore at least. Still a little shaky, though.” “Good,” César smiled faintly, “are you coming down for dinner?” “Yeah, I think I will,” Kepa agreed, “I feel like the worst of it is over, and actually I feel like getting out of the room for a bit." "Perfect." César shortly rested a hand on Kepa's shoulder. "Good to see you back on your feet, amigo." Tags: @glam-khal, @evie-pr, @gryffinwars, @auawdo, @meteora-fc, @de-geas, @stonesyyyy, @drizzyreese, @hbstre, @soccerfanfiction, @sternennebel2001, @celessence Kepa tags: @theqazer (Tumblr won't let me tag you😥) PL player tags: @superjackgrealish If you would like to be added to the tags list, too, you can fill out this form and I'll add you to it!

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The Kepa-Azpilicueta fics are wonderful. Maybe you should make one where it's the reverse: Azpilicueta is having the problems and Kepa fixes stuff.

Oh, thank you so much! 😘 Thanks for your request. Hope you'll like it :-) xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx For weeks now, César dealt with a lingering hamstring injury. Each time he believed to be close to being recovered, there was a new setback or the medical team believed him not to be ready yet after all. Today, for the third time, he had been told they were adding another two weeks to his recovery. "Hola." Kepa walked into the first team's dressing room at Cobham, finding César sitting at the far end of the room. César greeted his fellow-Spaniard back, but it was only half-heartedly. "Is everything okay?" Kepa halted in the middle of the dressing room. César sighed heavily before he answered. "No, not really." "Another setback?" Kepa asked, already sensing where this was going. "Yeah," César nodded slowly, "another two weeks." Kepa strode across the dressing room and sat down next to César. Whenever Kepa had been feeling down, César was always there for him, so it felt only right that he would be here to support his captain now. "Another two weeks, just what the team needs... that sucks," Kepa said rather bluntly. "It does," César chuckled, actually appreciating Kepa's honesty. "I'm sorry." Kepa realized César might have been hoping for words of comfort, rather than these blunt words. "Don't be," César smirked, "you're the first one who's saying it how it is. And you know what? I need that, and not some pretty words. So, thank you." Kepa grinned at his friend and captain. "Anytime." Tags: @glam-khal, @evie-pr, @gryffinwars, @auawdo, @meteora-fc, @mmmufc

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