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pavardscherie · 1 year

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Benjamin Pavard+locker room smut

curse words, benjamin pavard

⤷ pairing: benjamin pavard & female reader ⤷ summary: benji takes reader to the changing rooms while he's not allowed to play because of a second booking in the past game.

⤷ izzy talks. how many times has this been in my dreams and fantasies? i can't count anymore but probably so often lol. I'm such a simp for that man.

⤷ warnings: basically p in v, mentions of past sexual interactions, naming and touching genitals, bruises, dirty & teasing talk

⤷ requests are open.

his eyes followed the ball on the pitch, the possession switching between the players of bayern münchen and Paris saint-germain. the return match of the champions league, after the red-white's won the first game. but instead of being on the field with his mates, benjamin was forced to watch from the stands.

a second booking turned into a red card, and he was suspended for the second game between the teams. the action that caused his suspension was a necessary slide tackle against lionel messi, or he could have scored the equalizer.

minutes after minute passed, and curse words, in english and french, slipped out of benjamin's mouth whenever a good chance was unused, or the defenders of psg blocked a perfect shot.

you accompanied him to the match, but even your attendance could not distract him. the curse words floated out of his mouth, the anger spreading through his veins. for others, impossible to see. but you saw the thick vein on the side of his throat, the blue line, pulsating, and the clenched fists, which were hidden deep in the pockets of his jacket.

but what you witnessed, caused difficulties in concentrating. the image you saw, resembled the appearance and attitude of benjamin when he hovered above you. hands placed neatly beside your head on the pillows, forehead pressed against yours as his hips started to slam into you.

you still felt the purple-ish marks on your waist from last night. after you decided to beg for harder thrusts, and promising him that it won't hurt you, benjamin complied quickly and took a certain liking to the rougher side. the thick scarf around your throat covered the small love bites, which would only spark more attention.

but the thoughts, the skin slapping while benjamin's thrust became rougher by the minute. on all fours on the bed, your arms giving in to the strength of the football player, your cheeks pressed into the large pillows scattered over the blanket. the reminders did not leave your head after hearing the curse words slip out of benjamin's mouth several times by now.

clenching the thighs together, you didn't realize how his eyes have left the pitch after you didn't answer him and focused on the ways, you tried to hide what games your head played with you. bottom lip caught by your teeth, you chewed on the sensitive skin and stared ahead. one more glance at benjamin, and the wetness between your legs would pool uncontrollably.

"you don't look good." benjamin remarked, closing the small distance between the two of you, and placing his hand on your lower back. your lids immediately fluttered close, the small touch of his fingers, the feeling of his hands on you made the current state worse. while you tried to hide the obvious, benjamin was far from letting those small reactions slip. leaning down, the head tilted slightly to reach your ear, you couldn't see how his lips curled into a smirk.

"are you horny?" he muttered against your shell, his warm breath fanning over a small spot of exposed skin between the hairline and scarf. how convenient that your hair was thrown up in a messy bun, allowing him easy access when he was in the mood for dirty talk.

his voice was a raspy mess, the constant screams through the stands and the deep, muttered curse words, ruined the gentle spark. the large paw on the curve of your back wandered slowly around your body, finding a home on your waist to pull you closer into his towering figure. "cherie, do you want me to do something about it?" his whispers made you feral, the desire to feel him pulsating inside of you again after last night became unbearable. nodding your head as an answer, you knew, it wasn't enough of an answer for benjamin. he loved words.

" tell me, cherie. what do you want?" pressing your body closer against his, you felt the growing tent in his black cargo pants. leaning closer to your ear, benjamin's soft lips grazed over your jaw and placed a gentle kiss on the crimson-tinted span of your cheek.

you turned your head in his direction, glancing up at his face. pupils dilated, the colorful ring of hazelnut and chocolate turned darker, the lust shown in the mixture. it was impossible to hide how much the small conversation, and the thought of the other being horny, affected the two. nothing could distract benjamin from watching important matches. except for your sudden rise of desire for him. he could never let that slip.

„i want you.“ you whispered, attempting to keep your voice low enough from being heard by the fans around you. the stands were crowded, but benjamin couldn’t allow himself another scandal after losing his driver‘s license. standing on your tip toes, your gloss-covered lips brushed slightly over his dry ones. „to fuck me.“

six words that easily pushed his buttons, and switched his personality. with his free hand, he carefully adjusted the tent in his pants while you still stood in front of him, and the other guided you through the stands. fifteen minutes of the first half were left until the tunnels would be filled with players and coaches from both teams. letting his hand slip from your waist and down your arm, benjamin held your hand in his as he jogged through the crowds and towards the changing rooms in the lowest floor.

before you realized how many turns you took, or in which corridor you landed, a door fell into the frame. your back collided with the cold metal of the door, and your wrists held in place above your head. „we only have ten minutes, cherie.“ benjamin dipped down his head, continuing the insult on the side of your throat with a mess of kisses. the gentleness disappeared when your desired were shown with words.

„be a good girl, and bend over the bench in front of my jersey for me.“ he instructed, taking a step back again to give you enough space to move. it has always been a fantasy of his, to fuck you in the locker room, your eyes focused on the name on the jersey so you never forget it. „open that belt for me, and pull them down before bending over.“ pointing his finger at the tight jeans you wore, benjamin crossed his arms and watched your movements attentively.

without saying a word, or even trying to discuss the possibilities, you complied to his wishes. hands fiddled with the belt, quickly opening it and your pants. underneath waited a pair of plum lace panties. a sight which caused benjamin to groan quietly.

turning around as quick as you could, without falling over the denim material pooling around your legs, you fell to your knees. belly pressed to the wooden bench which looked way too low to even bend over it, your delicate palms placed on the floor tiles. ten minutes wasn't enough for sweet and loving intercourse.

benjamin's footsteps echoed through the empty locker room, the clinging sounds of his belt rang in your ears. thoughts and images of last night clouded your mind, and left a damp spot on your panties. kneeling down behind you after freeing the painfully hard dick from the prison of fabric, benjamin carefully pulled down the lace material. dilated pupils watched how the strings of arousal connected the fabric and your pussy, and he felt his cock twitching at the insanely hot sight. "just a quick one, cherie. ready to take me all in?"

he didn't need an answer, the words were rambled syllables. fleshy fingers wrapped around his shaft, his reddened tip brushed over your pussy and gathered the wetness as lube. without awaiting a reaction from you, benjamin pushed the tip of his dick between your folds, slowly entering your wet hole.

the burning stretch was welcomed by you, as the pleasure of being filled by him overshadowed the slight amounts of pain. and as the time was short, benjamin didn’t give you much time to adjust at all. his thrusts immediately were relentless, hips snapping against your ass and pushing your waist against the wooden bench.

the impact caused a whimper to escape your mouth, already preparing for the painful marks of purple and blue to blemish your belly by tomorrow. three, deep and perfectly angled thrusts were enough to lose the strength to hold your head up. but it wasn’t in the cards, if benjamin demanded something from you, you wouldn’t find release until you played by his rules.

„head up, cherie. look at the jersey. i want you to remember exactly who‘s the only one who can turn you into such a fucked out mess.“ benjamin‘s groans interfered with the little reminder speech, his calloused palms placed against the smooth skin of your waist as the pounding turned harsher and faster.

ten minutes, he reminded himself multiple times, while your sweet smell lingered in his nostrils and made it difficult to gather straight thoughts. another scandal for the french football player could cause the end of his time at bayern münchen. exactly not what he wanted. but the innocence laced with the color of your eyes, and the delicious way you chewed open the thin skin of your bottom lip while the thoughts of him ravished your mind, was enough to forget the rules for at least ten minutes.

the curse words spilled out of his mouth, mixed with animalistic groans and growls when his hard dick disappeared between your folds. you obeyed benjamin‘s orders, holding your head high, reading your boyfriends last name with each thrust of his hips. the feeling of benjamin‘s tip, brushing against your g-spot, felt like it came from another world. it was indescribable with words, and unbelievable to comprehend when a particularly rough thrust, almost pushed you into the pleasure-filled trance.

“come on, cherie. let go for me, squeeze me tightly with your perfect little pussy.” benjamin’s chest was pressed against your back, hovering carefully about you and whispering the praising words against the material of your sweater. the french accent, the way he emphasized words differently and gave each syllable a different sound, made it impossible to resist what he demanded. it took merely two thrust, your walls pulsating as the waves crashed over you — completely and at once. no chance to prepare or to inhale enough oxygen, the loud moans and benjamin’s name coaxed out of your throat.

clutching the legs together, you forced yourself to keep your lids open, and focused on the white capital letters as your orgasm brought you to a new high. walls clenched around benjamin’s shaft, squeezing him tightly like he wanted, he came merely a thrust later. white spurts decorated the insides of your pussy, your bundle of nerves pulsating while staying untouched for this time and his deep groan rang in your ears. normally, benjamin’s calloused fingertips rubbed messy circles over your clit but the time didn’t allow any extras right now.

pushing his hips deeply against your ass, benjamin stayed inside of you for a couple more seconds to empty himself completely. even with only ten minutes, he wouldn’t waste a second to stuff you further with his semen. soft lips placed a soft kiss on your clothed shoulder blade and another in the middle of your spine before pulling out of your wet, stretched hole and taking a step back. arousal dripped out of your ruined pussy, covering the insides of your thighs. a pleasing sight for benjamin’s eyes as he tugged away his limp dick and zipped his pants back up.

when you found your strength again, you pushed yourself off the uncomfortable wooden bench. deep red marks blemished the skin around your waist, leaving another reminder of what happened in the locker room after benjamin received a second booking in the last game. pulling up your pants, you slipped the belt through the loops again and closed it over the button of your jeans. “with a minute to spare.” benjamin analyzed, glancing over at the flat screen on the wall. the first half was nearly over, and somehow in the past eight minutes, bayern münchen scored the first goal. another step further into reaching the champions league finale and raising the trophy.

“you still annoyed, you can’t play today?” you asked, taking a step closer to your boyfriend and wrapping your arms around his chest. benjamin towered over you, dipping the head down to place a kiss on the crown of your hair with a chuckle. “still bothers me, but i got a better treatment than on the pitch.”

exchanging a satisfied smile, the door to the locker room bursted open, and the handle hit the white brick wall for the millionth time. cheering men in red and white jumped into the room, clapping the hands together and talking about the goal, when the attention landed on benjamin and you, in the middle of the room. “aye, there’s our defender with the second booking.” thomas cheered, raising the hands in the air and walking straight towards ben.

“what brings you to the locker rooms?” leon asked, a bushy brow raised as he greeted benjamin and you. “just showed my girl where champions have their deserved break.”

and as if he knew that calling the team champions without standing in the finale yet, would direct the attention on the match again, he draped his arm over your shoulders and pulled you into his side. satisfied that the questions dissolved before being completely under attack by their noisy behavior, benjamin smiled down. “i love you.” he mouthed and became the reason for the stretch of watermelon-pink that covered the span of your cheeks.

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totaly-obsessed · 21 days

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Giulia Gwinn Appreciation

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leennaan · 10 months

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I'm the anon that ask would you write for guilia I have an idea for her maybe the reader plays a different sport you choose and reader guilia are both each other number one fans

I loved the request. I hope you like it too. Biathlon was and will always be my first and favorite sport. I have many happy memories with it so I hope I could incorporate it a bit in this Fic😊😄

Giulia Gwinn/ When two sports collide

Being a professional athlete was always your dream. When you were younger you did all sorts of sports, Judo, swimming, football, cross country skiing, you did everything. And you were good at almost everything.

But two sport remained in your heart, football and skiing. When you got older you changed from cross country to Biathlon and as soon as the riffle was added into the mix you knew that Biathlon was you sport.

Being one of the best from early helped a lot. So in your first season as a Biathlet, you had just turned 14, you won the German youth championship.

Football would always remain a big part of your life and you still played with your old teammates now and then but Biathlon became your life.

Giuli and you met at a sports event and instantly hit it off.

She was the one to ask you on a date and from that day one you became almost inseparable. Still everyone around you thought that the two of you were just best friends.

And you played along, not directly hiding your relationship but also not rubbing it in. You loved the soft and subtle touches you guys shared whenever friends were around.

When Giulia ruptured her ACL for the second time you knew how hard the coming month would be for her and with your Welt cup season just around the corner you couldn’t even be by her side.

The good thing about it was, that she tried to come to all your races.

When you won the first race and so had the privilege to start in the yellow bib as the overall leading athlete for the first time in your senior career your girlfriend was standing in the crowd cheering you on.

It was a great feeling as the two of you couldn’t always be at each others completions because of conflicting schedules.

She traveled with you to Gelsenkirchen when you represented Germany at the World Team Challenge at the Schalke Arena.

When you walked into the home changing room she joked that you would be the only person to get her into another home changing room other than Bayerns.

She was the first to congratulate you after you won the race together with your teammate Benedikt Doll.

So when your season came to an end and you won the Overall Cup for the first time in your career Giulia was of course in the crowd. She pulled you into a bone cracking hug as soon as you had gotten rid of your ski’s and riffle. „I am so proud of you baby! You had such a phenomenal season and even tho I hate that I ruptured my ACL again I am so happy that I could be at so many of your races.“

She pulled back slightly to kiss you on the forehead. „I love you Giuli. Thank you that you were always by my side. I now how hard this has been for you but we’re so strong and I am so happy that you were able to be with me almost this whole season!“

So when Giuli had her first match after almost a whole year you where standing in the crowd, wearing her Trikot and shouting the loudest whenever she had the ball.

After the game, which Bayern won 3-0, you came down to the pitch. And was the first to greet you, having spent a lot of time with Giulis Teammates you became great friends with most of them.

„Hey long time no seen.“ She said before she pulled you into a quick hug.

„Hey Syd. Great game!“ „Thank you, I think the whole team was just happy to have Giuli back on the pitch.“

„She was so nervous the whole night, scared to let you all down or that she wasn’t got enough and I think also a bit scared of the possibility to rupture something again.“

But before Syd could answer you Giulia had crushed into you.

You laughed and hugged her back. „You look good in my Trikot, it suits you.“ She mumbled, not letting you go.

“You two are sickening cute, you know.” Came the voice of Klara from behind you.

You pulled back slightly to look at her.

“You are just jealous that your boyfriend isn’t here to hug you.” You couldn’t help answering. Giulia and you could almost see how Klara as well as Syd, who was still standing beside you, worked you words out.

“Wait wai wait, you guys are together!? Since when? Oh my God. I thought we were friends Giuli. Why did it you say something?”

You and your girlfriend couldn’t help but laugh about Klaras dumbfounded face.

“I mean we didn’t exactly hid it. We life together. I was at so many of her races. And my post after her World Cup win wasn’t exactly subtle, was it?”

Giulia had posted a picture with the two of you hugging, her kissing the corner of you lips. She had captioned it with the words “my golden girl”

The speculations around your relationship went up afterwards but still not one of your friends believed the rumors still believing that the two of you were only best friends.

With Sydney und Klara knowing it wasn’t long until the whole team knew. All being happy for the two of you.

That evening, when the two of you were lying in bed together relaxing, Arms around each other just socking the other in you couldn’t be happier.

Your relationship may not be the easiest with the two sports often colliding but you wouldn’t want it any other way.

You were each others biggest fans, wether you were at the race or match or you were watching it on TV, always supporting each other.

“I love you Giulia Gwinn. I am so so happy to have you by my side.”

Later that night when you waited for Giuli to finish up her nightly routine you made a Instagram post for your Girl. Happy to show your support and Love.

Y/Nbiathlon

Liked by giuliagwinn and others

I am so proud of you. For now almost a year you were fighting to get back out there. Today all the hard work payed off. To see you back out on the pitch, doing what you love was one of the best moments in my life.

Sharing these moments with you will never get old.

Together trough thick and thin. I will always be by your side.

Love you endlessly, you no. 1 Fan❤️

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(Just pretend that Pernille and Magdalena are Y/n and Giulia, I couldn’t find better pics😅)

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i4bellingham · 1 year

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“You have very beautiful lashes...”

Jamal looks down at you who was laid on his chest, a fond smile creeping on his lips before he moves to stow his phone away.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.” To prove your point, you move further upwards, placing your face nearly close to his and though this gave you a vantage point to observe his beautiful eyes even further, this also gave Jamal the opportunity to appreciate and rever your beauty up close.

He reaches a finger to poke your cheek, chuckling when you made a playful move of biting his fingers off.

“I literally have to get eyelash extensions for my lashes to look good but yours are all natural.” You pout, tenderly caressing the skin of his under eyes. “I’m jealous-”

“But you're beautiful.”

“And so are you.”

Your boyfriend huffs, jokingly rolling his eyes at your immediate response.

“You’re beautiful both inside and out.”

You counter his remarks almost immediately. “But so are you. You're very beautiful but you're also very kind and respectful and incredibly caring and loving not only to me but even to your friends and family-”

Jamal catches your lips with his for a soft kiss completely cutting you off as he gently holds your jaw on his palm, nibbling against your lower lip before trailing his kisses down to your jaw and neck.

He smiles against your skin when he felt you sighing out a breath, relocating one of his hands to grab your waist. He lets his palm linger above your shirt as he coaxes your mouth to open up, sliding his tongue to mingle with yours when you did, he slowly slips his hand inside your shirt and rubbing it up and down your spine. The motion was still present even when the both of you had to break the kiss from the lack of air, foreheads touching as you both heaved in deep breaths of air.

“Bloody hell babe just let me compliment you, yeah?”

You chuckle, nodding your head wordlessly before you're pecking his lips for the last time, laying next to him right after.

“You always do that though, sometimes even going extra mile to get your thoughts across.” You tell him, turning your body to face him. You watch as the golden light from the bedside lamp kiss his features, making him appear more angelic underneath the artificial light. He has always been so beautiful, pity that not everyone can see that.

Jamal kisses your forehead before he's wrapping an arm around your torso, pulling you close to him.

“And I will do it... every morning, every evening, everyday... until you get tired of me and my tackiness.”

“I don’t think that's possible.”

He furrows his brows. “What? You think I can't do it?”

“I don’t think me getting tired of you is possible.” You shake your head, stifling your laugh when Jamal's eyes widen by a fraction, mouth hanging open before he too shakes his head, an amused smile on his lips.

“Well I do seriously hope that you don’t.” He rubs your back, leaning his head against yours as he whispers his next words. “I still wanna marry you someday, mein Schatz.”

a/n: here's a short drabble for musiala to kick off my future posts for him !! 🤩

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traumendwoso · 2 months

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Bayern/Gerwnt Masterlist

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mokwkhaltk · 11 months

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Y'all idk xhat tiltle should i give this but read it and give it one

Phone in hand, one eye on the phone the other on the field, stress level at its top. Minute 81 Dortmund is winning the title that minutes ago was there’s and what’s making her angry is that he isn’t playing yet why is he still benched when he is obviously the solution his long legs can score a winning goal, just as she was thinking about him he was warming up getting ready to get on the field.

"Finally" she breathed out

Not even 5 minutes into the game and he scored the winning goal, the crowd started roaring, the stadium went crazy, SHE went crazy jumping up and down and screaming on top of her lungs and that caught his attention, he recognized her, that smile was unforgettably shining from within the thousands of people, it's crazy that he noticed her, he was happy he did, she's the girl he gave his shirt to a while ago and she was wearing it, that made his heart flutter.

It was by far the most stressfull experience she had lived because even tho there game finished dortmunds was still going ans at any second they could score and win the tiltle.

After what felt like eternity, the final whistle came and everyone was celebrating, happiness arose he came runninh her wa, for a sec she thought he was going to emerge through the crowd and get to her. But that's not what happened, but he kept the eye contact, one look on these soulful eyes and he knew there was no coming back, one single lool from her burning straight into his soul, same goes for her his eyes were mesmerising to her a mystery that she wanted to solve.

moments later, after giving the players the medals and holding The Bundesliga Meisterschale he came towards her way again.

"meet me outside" he mouthed

For once she thought she was dreaming but he kept looking at her waiting for an answer.

She nodded"okay" holding a thumbs up and smiling softly at him, a smile that made his heart melt intirely.

He went outside in a rush he didn't even celebrate properly with his team mates.

He found her waiting for him in his shirt, beautiful sight to see.

When she saw him coming her way smiling she felt all fuzzy and warm a feeling of comfort.

For a moment they just sat there in silence looking at each other, until he decided to break the silence.

"Uh... You waited"

She giggled"well you asked me to and i mean if the jamal musiala told you to wait for him wouldn't you"

" i guess i would never know giving he wouldn't ask me"

" oh yeah and why's that"

"because from what I've heard he only asks pretty girls like you" he said while giving her a joyfull smile.

It made her blush

"let's take a walk" he suggested

And they walked side by side there shoulders almost touching both feeling happy and relaxed the sun was on their skin, and they both felt the gentle breeze as it danced around their faces. They exchanged words and had a very lively conversation it was a great moment for them and their emotions were reflected on their eyes.

They both felt their hearts pound against their chests as they made eye contact, and their cheeks felt fluttering as they smiled and giggled at each other.

It was an amazing moment of intimacy for them, and they both felt a strong connection with each other when suddenly she stopped on her track he turned confused.

"can i give you a hug?" she whispered

He was stunned because she caught him off guard

"i mean i understand if you don't want to i just feel the need to hug you, i kinda feel proud of you"

As he opened his arms for her a soft smile found her way to his face his eyes almost watering, never in his life someone said such a thing to him.

As they hugged they felt a deep connection and closeness to each other. Hearts touching.

It was tinder, gentle, but mostly filed with love and affection.

When they pulled apart they knew that surely they belonged to each other.

"you did amazing today, you know i was sure that you were the key" she said

" really" he chuckled " well, thank you for your faith mam, you did amazing aswell"

She laughed a laugh that now was his favorite sound

"me ? How did i do amazing"

" you came all the way to support us and you came wearing my shirt that i gave you" je answered with a smirk.

She was surprised that he still remembers "you remember" - "of course, how come anyone forget you, your lovely face and your cheery smile, you radiate a special kind of energy.

Was he leaning in or was it just the dizziness on her system, that we'll never know because his phone rang.

"there asking for me, more celebrations"

"yes, of course, I understand "

"Can I have your number? "he said, a scared tone in his voice.

She lit up and smiled reassuring him giving her number.

Before each of the gets in their prepared ways he said to her

" Can I please get another hug"

And they hugged each of them taking the other scent to keep a memory.

"Until next time" he said with a wink

" Until next time" she answered

Thanks y'all for reading love you <3

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inejschumacher · 4 months

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Day 16 of Via’s Taycember

pairing: jamal musiala x reader

wc: 0.9k

cw: mentions of past abusive relationship, slow healing, lack of support system

an: i love him so much it hurts he’s so adorable

Every night was spent screaming, a pain so deep it plagued your dreams, poisoning every sweet escape you’d forged for yourself before he hurt you so deeply. Whereas before you were able to run away to your dreamworld of willows and deer, now they withered away, rotten from the core and out, dying husks that stayed with you in your waking hours, fresh from the moment you woke up screaming to try and escape your worlds. Guarding yourself so much, it was hard for you to let Jamal in.

It only hurts this much right now, was what I was thinking the whole time. Breathe in, breathe through, breathe deep, breathe out

It wasn't long at all after it all went down before you met Jamal, an angel glowing in your hell of a life, and it felt as if he was there to patch you back together, liberate you from this everlasting pain. Every time you were with him, or you spent thinking about him, made the pain in your chest throb, but somehow, it wasn't the piercing pain that threatened to tear you up from within, more an urgency to acknowledge what it was trying to tell you.

So you tried. Taking in deep breath, trying to alleviate it in a way that sought to help clear your mind from the pain and confusion, perhaps finally to understand what exactly your body was trying to tell you.

Breath in. Breathe through, breathe deep.

Breathe out.

I'll be getting over you my whole life. You know how scared I am of elevators, never trust it if it rises fast, it can't last

Whether intentional or not, you now knew you would have to deal with him for the rest of your life, even if it was in your caged mind. It wasn't so much that he’d done something horrible to etch such pain into your mind; it was quite the opposite. How would you be able to get over someone who treated you with such love, such care? Every touch was soft, hesitant, never wanting to hurt. Every kiss started out slow, gentle, letting you adjust to what once brought you pain and heartbreak, now bringing you a desire for love and partnership.

You were terrified of the way you seemed to be rising again, as you felt something grow deep inside you, struggling to replace the seemingly permanent pain, scratching away at it, taking over your mind, your body, your heart, your soul. It terrified you the same way elevators did, when they always let you down each time they rose too fast, letting you fall back into an abyss of pain when they finally reached the peak of disappointment.

Uh oh, I'm falling in love, oh no, I'm falling in love again, oh, I'm falling in love. I thought the plane was going down, how'd you turn it right around

A deep, deep, deep, deep breath. This time you’d taken one so deep, it felt as if you almost passed out. Yet, as you exhaled slowly, bringing the life back into you, your head cleared out, as if someone had pulled out a thick wad of cotton from it. You now realized, you were falling in love. You were falling in love again, so quickly after the last time, and it was why you were so consumed with fear, frightened of history repeating itself. But it was no longer something you could hide. You were falling in love with Jamal.

Jamal, who never picked on every little flaw, never went at them for hours on end until you were well past tears, ignoring your sobs. Jamal, who’d tied back your hair when you forgot to while cooking, gently wrapping it in a way it wouldn't fall in your face and disturb you. Jamal, who’d driven a half hour to pick you up from a sketchy bar you’d been forgotten at by your drunk friends, not minding the disturbance of sleep and driving you home, carefully helping you into comfortable pajamas and tucking you into bed, doing his best to take your makeup off.

Your life had felt like it was going down as a plane did, yet somehow, Jamal had managed to turn it right around, heading up to the sky, freeing you of the once-inevitable crash down below.

It only feels this raw right now, lost in the labyrinth of my mind. Break up, break free, break through, break down.

It felt so raw, every emotion, every feeling towards Jamal, as you struggled to make it through the labyrinth of sense your brain had constructed as a safeguard to prevent such a thing from occuring so easily ever again. It felt as if your very insides were being torn apart, freeing you of the hold the fear had on you, before cleansing you of any remaining traces of his claws.

You had to break free of his clutches, loosening slowly as Jamal began to replace it, but not with the same claws, instead with softer touches, a sure grip never letting go of you.

Break up, the first step you had taken. Break free, what you were doing now. Breaking through, to where you could feel safe breaking down in Jamal’s arms, a goal so, so close.

You would break your back to make me break a smile. You know how much I hate that everybody just expects me to bounce back just like that

Jamal knew exactly what you’d gone through, done his best to understand what it was that would help you smile and break free of his final, desperate grasp. He knew which flowers to get you, when to surprise you at your door with them with a surprise date planned, what sweet little gestures of words and gifts and kisses would help you see how much he truly loved you. He’d break his back if it meant you'd break into a smile, no matter how small or soft, and you finally saw that.

He knew how much you hated that everyone, family, friends, neighbours, expected you to brush off your past and bounce back as good as ever, rather than help you unshackle yourself from the chains he'd left you in. He was the only one who would ever be there whenever you needed to cry or vent or simply needed him to hold you. Which was why he knew how to help you move forward, to love again. To love him. And you knew that too. So you let yourself fall, knowing Jamal was right there with you, and you embraced the freedom.

Oh, I'm falling in love. I thought the plane was going down, how'd you turn it right around

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miroslavcloset · 1 year

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Jealous Benji hc? <3🫶

Jealous Benjamin Pavard -Imagine-

A/N: OF COURSE, BABE. Thanks for the request and I hope you like it <3

When you two go out, on a date or anything related to the club, Benjamin likes to hold you with an arm around your waist, keeping you close to him, that way avoiding any unwanted attention you may draw.

"Tell me you're mine." He said as he held your hand above your head against the pillow. There was possessiveness in his eyes, that fiery impulse tainted with desperation.

He doesn't like when one of your friends is particularly affectionate with you, especially with long hugs or holding hands with any of them. He has already told you that kinds of gestures are only because he is sure one of your friends is interested in you.

"I don't think your friends know we are together." Benjamin's serious tone was not something you were used to listening to. The next time you two were going to meet with your friends, he will make sure they all have it clear.

He wouldn't even risk losing the most precious part of his life, so trusting other men who approach you with other intentions in mind is not an option.

"Wait... Are you jealous over... Him?" You asked between laughs. It was easy to tease him with his sudden possessiveness. Even when it was just someone random guy you just met.

He stood up with a serious expression and started picking up your things. "But... Is something wrong with the drinks..? Why do we have to go?", without looking at you he just replied, "I just don't like the way he's looking at you, that's all".

"Why can't those guys respect that you are already in a relationship?", "Sure, because every other man who just talks to me wants to flirt..." Your reply came coated in sarcasm.

"Exactly," Benjamin replied completely ignoring the intention of your words. "That's why I need to remind them, and... Maybe even remind you as well that you're already mine."

His kisses were intense, wanting to taste you and know that you were his and his only. Even giving you small bites on your neck, making sure to leave a mark so everyone knows you already have a boyfriend.

Disclaimer under the cut

DISCLAIMER: This is just fiction and imagined scenarios written by a fan of the aforementioned player, in no way intended to harm anyone in any shape or form. I do this as a hobby, to practice my writing and English skills since it is not my first language (and because I love him, of course, I do) so thanks for reading! <3

#fc bayern munich #fc bayern x reader #fc bayern #bayern münchen #bayern munich #france nt #france nt x reader #benjamin pavard x reader #benjamin pavard imagine #benjamin pavard #football fanfic #football player x reader #football imagine

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writtingsomestuff · 1 year

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something related to marriage with Leon Goretzka?

I hope you like it! <3 (Not me watching his videos on YouTube to become familiar with his voice.) As always, any comment about my writing is welcome!

Please take into account that English is not my first language.

warnings: none, I think Leon Goretzka x fem!reader There's a small suprise at the end

Happy Birthday, Love!

You let out a relieved sigh once you walked into your new home. After a long day at work, where you were surprised by your co-workers and a celebration night planned by your husband, you felt like you could sleep in the middle of the hall.

You took off your heels and left your purse in the floor. Leon hated disorder, but taking into account how asleep you were, you couldn't care less. He came right behind you and took the purse to put it into the table.

You carried your dead legs to the sofa and planned on sleeping there. Your husband came from the kitchen with a big glass of water for you.

"It seems that you enjoyed the night" He gave you one of his beautiful smiles

"Dear, I enjoyed it but I'm dead" You let out a huff while he looked at you lovingly

"As long as you enjoyed, that's enough for me" He said "Now please, sit down so you can drink your water and we can go to bed" He helped you to sit down properly. You looked at him with an honest smile on your face as you loved how much he loved you and cared about you, sometimes it felt like you did not deserve him

"Now you tell me," you began to talk slowly "how could you plan all of this? I mean, how long did it take you and how hard it was. There was everyone, literally, from my close friends to my family from back home, some of my past university mates and even your football friends"

"Let's say that... when I love someone," He began to speak while gave you your glass "I try the impossible to make them as much happy as I can" You drank your glass slowly and nodded to his words. You really did not deserve him. "Did you like your gift?"

"Ugh, Leon!" You said annoyed of how much love he could show you "you know I do, everything you do for me is just - you're just perfect, the perfect husband, alright? And sometimes I hate you for that because I cannot be as good as you are" You put the glass on the table while you looked at his eyes.

"Listen," Leon began "you're incredibly amazing, and I need you to know that. You are there for me, you try your best to take care of me, especially when I'm ill and you laugh at my bad jokes. I love how sweet you are to everyone and funny, how you try to cheer for me while being a Dortmund fan, how you make me watch your series and how happy you sound when you read out loud some of your books before going to sleep. Hell! I even love your disorder sometimes" He was on his knees, before you, with his hands on yours, "I love every single little thing about you, do you understand me?" He kissed your knuckles "and you deserve the world for that" He hugged tight as you tried to contain your tears.

You hugged him as well, in silent, both of you in the middle of the dining room, alone, on the floor. There was too much feelings there, no need to be said - it was enough to feel it.

You separated for him as you kept your hands on his super-defined arms. You gave him a small, shy kiss on his cheek.

"Leon" you took a deep breath, as you ended up letting your tears fall "I have to tell you something" he nodded for you to continue as he wiped your tears with his thumbs "Today is not your birthday" you left a small giggle, "but I have a surprise for you"

"Oh really?" He asked laughing "I wonder what it is"

You leaned into his ear, and whispered "I'm pregnant"

He looked at you amazed, as if he was dreaming, as if his biggest dream just came true. "Really?" He exclaimed without believing yet, and you just let out a small yes. He took you in his arms and lift you up and you squealed. "Oh my God!" He let out the biggest and most sincere laugh ever.

"We're going to be parents" you told him once he finally put you down. You caressed his right cheek with your hand, which he quickly took and kissed.

"You need to rest more, and eat healthier, much healthier" He said now, more serious "actually, I thing you could ask for your maternity leave now and -"

"I'm literally on my third week" you smiled at how he was freaking out more than you when you found out at your work place's bathroom

"No, no, no I think you should I mean..., like - this baby is... and his health-" he was literally starting to talk nonsense as you laughed at him "you know what, I'm calling Toni, he's been a father" He started to look for his jacket to get his phone

"Now?" You asked incredulously, as the clock indicated 02:07 A.M.

"Why not?" He asked as he looked for Toni's phone number. You just stood there, imagining how long that night was going to be.

"Leon, love, we will talk about this tomorrow, alright?" You took the phone from his hands and left it on the table "Now let's go to sleep and rest, please. We will figure out everything and you can ask Toni at a more reasonable hour, yeah?" You couldn't believe that you were the one calming him down "Come on, let's go to sleep"

He took your hand and together went upstairs.

"Don't prepare anything for my birthday, you already gave me the best gift" He told you as he got into the bed, next to you.

"The best one from you is still when you asked me to marry you" You told him sincerely

"Good night, sweetheart" He said, "and goodnight to you too" he whispered to the baby , as he put his hand on your belly.

The End

I hope you like it, I don't know how I wrote this and ended up with a pregnancy but I really hope you enjoyed it!

Love you all!!! <3

(Small Toni Kroos appearance because my man is a king)

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kierantierney3 · 9 months

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Benjamin Pavard

Sorry accidentally deleted the post with the request, took a photo of it just incase.

Masterlist

Little note- I don’t really keep up to date with Bayern Munich and their pre season, so i tried to do a little research before writing this so apologies if it’s wrong. I also changed it slightly so i hope that’s ok.

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You had made the decision to make the journey from Munich to Tegernsee, it was less than a hour drive and it was nice to get out of Munich even if it was just for a couple days.

In the summer you normally went away on holidays but you recently had your first child and you had a bit of anxiety going away with a newborn, so you decided to make the short journey.

You always enjoyed supporting Ben and now you had a little one who you couldn't wait until she was old enough to understand what was going on.

You went a day early just so you could support Ben at his training session.

You had gotten to the training centre at 11, you didn't want to arrive too early. Your daughter had a routine and you wanted to try stick to it.

You went to sit at the stands, Ben was focused on training and you didn't want to interrupted him.

Eventually when a break came Ben came rushing over to you and your daughter. "Hi my loves" he said before kissing you and your daughter "Sorry can't stay longer, it's just a short break, how was the trip down?" he asked "Ok she wasn't fussy, think she was wondering what the car was" you said making his laugh. After a short conversation he was back training.

It was nice to watch Ben training, it was nice and relaxing. He got short breaks and each time he would pick up and drink and come straight over to you and your daughter, giving both of you kisses.

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Thank you for the request. Sorry it's short.

#football #football imagine #football imagines #footballers #bayern munich #footballer #football x reader #bayern münchen #benjamin pavard #ben pavard

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pavardscherie · 1 year

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You know the trend where Girlfriends don't kiss their boyfriends back? Could you write that with Benji? I think he would be such a little pouty boy. :(( <3

i could never, like never do that to the poor man. 🙁

the bundle of keys in his calloused palm, the large, bright crimson red bag on the right shoulder and dressed in the jogging set with the bayern emblem. benjamin prepared to leave for another long training session before an important match in two days.

you laid on the couch, a soft, charcoal-colored blanket draped over your body and another episode of how i met your mother streamed on the television. just a couple of days ago, you scrolled through tik too and found another trend. girls who refused to kiss their boyfriends to see their reactions.

you never thought about the kind of situation, always being the first to kiss benjamin when he left the house. maybe because you still fought the thoughts of being replaced by one of the many girls that he met when signing autographs. one of the many beautiful ladies that flirted so openly with him and even gave away little papers with their numbers.

benji never opened them, he threw them straight into the bin when he came home to you, but it still bothered you. yet, the prank seemed like a funny idea and you truly wanted to see his reaction when you declined a kiss.

eyes glued to the screen, benjamin’s footsteps echoed through the living room when he came closer to the couch. “cherie, i’m leaving now or i’m going to be late. can’t do that again.”

“okay, i love you.” you muttered into the soft material of the blanket, keeping your gaze focused on the happenings on the screen. eyebrows raised at the odd behavior, and not having you jump straight at him and kissing his face, benjamin stepped even closer. calloused fingers grabbed the strap of the bag, pulling it over his shoulder again. “i love you too. are you okay?” he expressed his concern about the foreign reaction, tilting the head down a little to glance at your face.

it was difficult to stay in your place, your body already wanting to jump up and apologize for even thinking about not kissing him. instead, you shrugged your shoulders, glancing at him and smiling weakly before returning your undivided attention to the television again. “i’m fine. just go, or you will be late.”

“no,no. something’s wrong. what’s going on?” the strap of the bag slipped off his shoulder, and benjamin closed the distance completely to crouch down in front of the couch. his face was at the same height as yours, almost forcing you to look at his deep brown, doe eyes. the beautiful orbs glistening with gentleness that made it so difficult to resist the urge of kissing him.

“nothing, i’m good.”

benjamin only nodded as you responded, nonchalantly. maybe he was overreacting, maybe you were just tired and didn’t want to talk about it. leaning forward, lips pursed to receive his goodbye kiss, you immediately pulled your head to side. soft lips connected with the span of your cheek, and his eyelids were forced open. eyebrows furrowed, deep wrinkles covering his forehead as the rejection slowly settled in.

“cherie.” benjamin pulled the pet name longer than needed, question marks almost appearing above his head as the confusion twisted his sharp features. “give me a kiss.”

it wasn’t a question anymore, only a simple demand as the defender leaned forward again. closing the inches between your mouths was his goal, but you, turning your head away again, declined his intentions.

“babe.” benjamin almost whined, not understanding what the problem was between the two of you. he couldn’t remember an argument, he didn’t forget an important date. “kiss me.” the demand turned into a beg, the bottom lip pushed out slightly as he pouted to receive a little peck on the lips.

just the addictive taste of your pillow-like mouth, and the strawberry-vanilla chapstick you used daily. shaking your head to decline his pleads, you stretched out slightly, attempting to glance past him to watch your series further. “alright. what did i do?” benjamin questioned your mood, moving from left to right to block the television further with his broad shoulders.

“nothing.” but your simple answer, the one you gave him for the past five minutes, didn’t satisfy the defender. not kissing him was enough of a reason to completely throw a fit and cancel the training session. “i will stay home if you don’t tell me what’s going on. if you don’t know yourself, i will have to watch over you before anything happens.”

he should have been angry with you, displeased with the answers you gave, and the constant way, you avoided his questions so easily but also so stupidly. yet, benjamin would have cancelled all his plans, even the important training sessions, just to be with you and make sure, you’re doing fine.

leaning forward again, benjamin pursed his lips, attempting to receive a kiss for the third time. and as expected, you turned the head away and nuzzled your face into the soft cotton fabric of the blanket. and somehow, he tried to understand, but it still hurt to see you ditching his featherlight kisses, filled with love and admiration.

pushing the bottom lip forward, he almost pouted, and showcased the sadness about your actions with the twists and turns of his facial features. eyebrows pulled down in a deep, confused frown, he placed the calloused palm of his right hand on the crown of your hair. softly, his fingers danced over the messily thrown together strands while watching your face attentively. “babe, kiss me.” he begged this time, letting his soft fingertips dance over your temples and down the span of your cheek.

you wanted to resist so badly, wanted to play the prank a little while longer but seeing him pout, begging for just a peck, it was too much for your heart. leaning forward slightly, you pressed your lips to his, and benjamin’s lips curled upwards again. any hint of sadness disappeared as soon as your mouth captured his. it was all he needed.

“thank you, now, i can leave satisfied and happy.” long fingers placed underneath your chin, tilting your head upwards to place another featherlight kiss on your pillow-like lips. “why did you avoid me?”

“just a tik tok trend i wanted yo try.” any other excuse you would have come up with to explain your decisions, would cause an uncomfortable feeling in both of you. “rude?” he raised a bushy eyebrow, confused about the weird trends but satisfied your reasons were only for amusement.

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totaly-obsessed · 27 days

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Klara Bühl Appreciation

woso appreciation masterlist | with @alotofpockets

#woso #woso imagine #woso appreciation #woso imagines #dfb #dfb frauen x reader #dfb frauen #gerwnt x reader #gerwnt #klara bühl #klara bühl x reader #bayernwfcxreader #bayern wfc #bayern frauen #fc bayern #bayern münchen

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isa-styxr28 · 9 months

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#thomas müller #football #fc bayern munich #fc bayern #footballedit #football x reader #instagram #müller #muller #thomasmüller #thomasmuller #fc bayer münchen

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doudouneverte · 10 months

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Secret Wife?

a/n: let's start this world cup with a little thing...

*not my GIF*

Pairing: Fridolina Rolfo x NORWNT!Reader: NORWNT + SWEWNT x Reader

Summary: You have a secret realtionship with a certain Swedish player and you come out public after her final against Wolfsburg

Type: Fluff

Warning: nothing

word count: 2154

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Opposites attract each other; that is what a lot of people say. In your case, it was totally true. You married a woman who was your opposite in every aspect, even the professional one, Fridolina Rolfö. You both play football, but since you first met at a professional level, you have never played together.

You faced her for the first time in your first season in the Swedish league; she played for Linköping and you for Rosengråd. It was surprising how quickly you became friends after your first match and more a few months later. Except for some teammates, nobody knew about you two; they just assumed you were good friends because you didn't show too much in public, but that didn't mean you weren't there for her. To be honest, you were her number-one fan. Always here when she played, not so far from Malmö, and always cheered for her.

Then 2017 came, and you both received an offer to play for a different championship, the Frauen Bundesliga. It was a great opportunity, but you were a little sad when you learned that Fridolina wouldn't play with you again because she chose Bayern München, where you chose to play for Frankfurt. Even if you were always enemies on the pitch, when you were off, nothing could be better than when you asked her to be your wife one season after she moved to Wolfsburg.

After three years in Germany, you left the country to join one of your favorite clubs when you were younger, Real Madrid. Your first season, even if it had been interrupted, was very great, and you were ready for the next part of history until your wife joined your rivals, FC Barcelona.

Two wives playing for two rival clubs but also playing for two different countries, and that leads us to this day. A friendly game opposing Sweden and Norway—honestly, you loved this type of match; you always found her very attractive when you played against her, but it was on another level when she wore her national colors.

You were in the locked room, preparing yourself for the match in a few minutes, when your phone buzzed next to you. It was a text from Frido. A few moments later, you were so focused on your conversation with your blonde girl that you didn't notice that everyone was waiting for you for a captain's speech. Maren Mjelde cleared her throat, but you just giggled, visibly whatever the Swedish said was more interesting than this.

"You giggle like a schoolgirl," Ada Hegerberg commented, and you finally looked at your teammates.

"Oh, shut up, Hegerberg," you replied, rolling your eyes. "So, are you finally ready?" you dared to ask.

"Are we....?" Guro Reiten repeated a little offended "I swear I'll..." She didn't have time to finish before she got interrupted by Maren.

"We were actually waiting for you." the defender said, and you looked at everyone.

"Oh sorry. So let's go," you said, standing up and extending your arm, waiting for them to form a circle to start your usual speech.

In the other locker room, the Swedish team was impatient to play—a certain player more than others. "You looked excited." Magda commented, and Frido looked at her, confused.

"Yes, I mean, aren’t you?" Your wife asked.

"Yes, of course I am; I like to play against Guro even if I prefer to play with her." the captain replied.

"I totally understand you; it’s really cool to play with Ingrid, but I don't like to play against her, even if it’s fun," the forward said.

"Oh, I’m a little disappointed. I thought you were talking to Y/n." Kosovare commented.

"What do you mean?"

"We saw you glued to your phone when Magda was doing her usual captain's speech. Great speech, by the way." Zećira said this time getting a little ‘thank you’ from her Chelsea teammate.

"I think it’s Y/n!" Kosse said across the changing room, gaining the attention of everyone. "What? It’s true," she added when she felt every gaze on her.

"Yes it’s true, but—" The forward tried to defend herself but was cut off by Sofia Jakobsson.

"Why don’t you ever think about playing together? We wouldn’t have to support you missing each other."

"You’ve got a point." Zećira said.

"It’s not that easy. It’s not like she can play with us suddenly." Your wife said.

"Yes but you can always play for the same club. And I don’t want to force you to do anything, but I heard that a Londonian club wouldn’t mind having a new power couple in her team." The goalkeeper commented.

"I need to stop you right now; if they need to play for the same team in London, they will definitely play for Arsenal." Stina protested.

"And why?" Magda asked, raising her eyebrow.

"Because we all know that Y/n considers Frida like her little sister, and according to that, she’d choose Arsenal." Unfortunately, the conversation couldn’t go further because it was already time to enter the pitch.

The match went pretty well; well, it ended in a draw, but 3-3 is a pretty draw. After the game, you thanked the supporters and made your way to the Sweden team. Even if your relationship wasn’t public, it was not uncommon for the fans to catch you being touchy with the Swedish player; honestly, they loved it. That's one of the reasons they loved when you faced her, of course there was also the sportive part, but they couldn't help themselves every time you interacted together, and it didn’t take a lot of time before some edits shipping you two appeared online.

After a little session of sweaty hugs with Ingrid, much to her dismay, you finally made your way to the third Barcelona player in this match. Some cameras were still recording, and they didn't miss the goofy smile the tall forward gave you—definitely good content for the fans later. "Hey pretty girl," you said, and the captain of Chelsea next to you two rolled her eyes.

"Good game, girls. You played very well." Ingrid said, giving her club teammate a little side hug.

"You too, even if I'm better." Fridolina replied, and you playfully hit her arm. "What? It's true."

"Your only goal was when I didn't defend on you." You reminded her.

"Yeah, I know, but it's still a goal," she said while she opened her arms, and you fulfilled the gap. "You played very well." she whispered before landing a quick kiss on your head.

"Even when you try to be sneaky, you are still so obvious." Frida said.

"Are you jealous?" You joked, "You can come here." You opened your arms, and even if the midfielder tried to resist, she knew she could never deny your hugs. You looked like a little family, and you obviously knew that the fans would edit it, but you were too comfy between your wife and your claimed little sister.

When you broke the hug, you made your way to the changing room with Ingrid and Rolfö, not too far from Frida and Stina. You were talking about anything and everything when the Arsenal forward called you. "Y/n do you ever think about playing with Frido on the same team?"

"Uh uh, don't start that." Zećira said, coming out of nowhere.

You looked at the Sweden players confused. "Don't listen to them; they're just arguing about which is the best team between Arsenal and Chelsea." Fridolina said.

"It's more than that." the keeper protested.

"Let me guess, you just want us to join Arsenal or Chelsea?" you asked.

"Yes." Magda and Sofia said rolling their eyes.

"No!" Stina and Zećira countered, "It's more than that; imagine being with your wife 24/7, training with her, playing with her, and just wearing the same jersey."

"Okay let's not talk about it right now because I'm exhausted, but we'll think about it." you said before heading to your locker room.

The next few weeks you came back to Spain, and you managed to spend a lot of time with Frido after the end of the season before her final at Eindhoven. You tried to not attract attention in the stadium, but it was almost impossible. You couldn’t enter the stadium before some fans of both teams recognized you. And there you took some pictures with them, some of them questioning you about who you were supporting. You were wearing a light jacket, so they couldn’t see your Rolfö’s national jersey. Of course you were there to support your wife, but as a Real Madrid player and fan, you couldn’t say it loudly.

"I’m just here to see some teammates play." You replied with a little smile. Thankfully for you, they let you leave rather quickly. In your seat, you were mentally preparing for the next ninety minutes.

After those ninety minutes, FC Barcelona were sacred European champions for the second time, and Frida scored a goal. You were ecstatic in your seat during the game, acting like a groupie when your blondie touched the ball. When a member of the security came to escort you on the pitch, you were a little shocked because you didn’t really think the Swedish forward would spot you in the crowd, but she definitely did.

On the pitch, you came to congratulate your national teammates, and Ingrid gave you a sweaty hug, making you quickly pull away with a grimace. "You look good in yellow," the midfielder commented.

"But something tells me she would look better in blue and red." Caro Hansen added, and you rolled your eyes.

"Let’s not start it now." You didn't have time to say anything else until you felt arms wrapping around your waist from behind you. you didn't have to turn to know who they belonged to.

"Oh no, the lovebirds are reunited again," Caro said, faking annoyance.

"Hey, don’t you have some Spanish girlfriends you want to see?" You said making them leave, but not before they mimicked how the Swedish player was clinched to you.

"Why do you wear my national jersey?" Your wife asked while her head found her space in the crook of your neck.

"Are you kidding me?" you asked, a little offended.

"I’m rather on the girl’s side this time."

"Oh no, we’ll not start that, not today." You groaned and turned around to finally face her.

"But I really think about what the girls said the last time, and, well, it’s been like, what, six or seven years since we started to play against each other. I know you would rather die than wear a Barcelona kit, but if one day I leave, would you come with me?" She asked with a pout.

"Honey, one day I asked you if you wanted to marry, and you made the mistake of saying ‘yes’ so unfortunately for you, you’re stuck with me wherever you go." You joked.

"Even if I receive a proposition from Chelsea?" she tried.

"Okay don’t push your luck, Mrs.Rolfö." You replied dramatically, pushing away from her grip. The tall woman obviously didn’t give up and wrapped you close to her again.

The two of you were so much in your little bubble that you forgot that her team was celebrating and that the stadium was not totally empty when you pushed your toe to land a passionate kiss on her lips. When you heard some wolf whistles from Catalan players and the public cheering loudly, that's when you came back from your trance and remembered that you were not alone.

"Oh my..." you mumbled, hiding your face in your wife’s chest, who was laughing at your action.

"Don’t be shy, I think most of them already knew; it’s not like we’re good at hiding our behavior every time we’re together." Frido joked, "And at least now, everybody would know that you’re off the market, Mrs. Rolfö."

This night, like you assumed, you broke the internet, and a photo of you and Fridolina kissing was on almost every Woso fan’s Instagram stories and some of your teammates’ too. You received a lot of support from some teammates and even other celebrities. Magda and Pernille shared a cute picture of the four of you on a double date just after the Euro, and things went more crazy when Z posted almost all the cute pictures she took of you when you didn’t notice.

"I think that after today, if someone decides to sign one of us, they will definitely have to sign the other." The Swedish player said while she came to lay beside you.

"I still think we could have announced it in a better way." you said after you left your phone on the nightstand.

"Yes, maybe, but right now it’s just the two of us." she said, pressing a shy kiss on your head.

"I love you, Frido."

"And I love you more."

#woso x reader #woso fanfics #fridolina rolfö #fridolina rolfö x reader #norwnt x reader #swewnt x reader #barcelona femeni x reader

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traumendwoso · 4 months

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Lina magull leaving Bayern is my 13th reason 😓

#lina magull #fc bayern #bayern munich #bayern münchen #lina magull x reader #woso soccer

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thatsdemko · 1 year

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red card - b.pavard

masterlist

requested: y

pairing: Benjamin pavard x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw + not intended for minors + mentions of oral + mentions of nudity

a/n: I was only given that the reader is comforting him but nobody said how ;) + calling him Ben because Benjamin is a lot to write each time 😅

《 the following content is not intended for minors. 》

you didn’t need to know much about football to know a red card meant ejection, and it also meant he had to miss the next game.

you’re not sure how it all started out, but Ben was going ballistic over a stupid call and got himself a yellow card early on in the game. you could practically hear him swearing at the refs from the pitch. his teammates telling him to just let it go, but knowing ben he couldn’t. it was going to upset him the whole game.

Bayern münchen was down by one goal in the second half, and were in desperate need to even the game, but that’s when ben tripped another player on accident, and the player was down for more than two minutes causing the EMT to bring out the stretcher, and ultimately that was what got ben his ejection.

you watched him plop down on the bench next to his teammates still screaming about the call and how it was “unfair” and you’d have to hear about it all rest of the evening. not to mention, you’d have to watch the next game at home with him for his punishment, which was sometimes even worse than receiving the red card.

you got up from the stands deciding you couldn’t stay any longer and watch his tantrum. it was almost embarrassing, to sit around the other wives and girlfriends knowing your boyfriend couldn’t handle or control his emotions. not a single one of them bided you a farewell because their eyes were glued to the disaster, your boyfriend, in front of them.

you rushed home to catch the rest of the match on your television knowing the commentators were having a field day with Ben, and rightfully so, he was feeding into the energy. your eyes could hardly move from the screen that you had no idea when the game was over. the camera moved in on Ben, as you watched his eyes search for you in the crowd. you knew going home early was another thing he’d complain to you about.

sighing, you decided to get ready for Ben’s arrival home. if you knew anything about him, there was only a couple of things that could get him to shut up about his frustration and let you take over. so with that in mind, you grabbed the lacy set you saved for an occasion like this throwing it on underneath your clothes, and getting into bed to try to occupy the time before he came home.

it wasn’t long until he was home. the door slammed shut behind him and you could hear him drop his bags at the front door. he moved throughout every room to try and find you. he really needed someone to help calm him down, and there was no better than you. you were always able to help clear his mind and let go of the things that were not making him happy, so when he finally found you in bed with nothing on it took him for a surprise.

“what did I do to deserve this?” the tension in his shoulders released as he dropped them, finally feeling able to relax at the sight of you. he crawled onto the bed and right into your chest where you happily wrapped your arms around him.

“I just want to make you feel better, baby, that’s all.” you pressed a kiss to his temple running your hands up and down his chest, pulling the material of his shirt until it was over his head and tossed to the side.

“well I’m all yours.” he sat up, allowing you position yourself on top of him, before he laid back down against the mattress watching you take off his sweatpants. your finger tips ran up and down his bulge earning a sweet moan from him.

your fingers pulled the band of his underwear down revealing his big cock to you. smirking to yourself, you took the tip in your mouth earning a gasp to escape his lips. the act caught him by surprise. of all the times you’ve ever had sex, you never wanted to try oral, and with this being your first time you were a natural to him.

you swirled your tongue over his cock feeling him stiffen underneath you, his breath hitched at every flick he could barely take it. he naturally felt his hands begin to dig into your skull at each movement your tongue made.

“I’m right there.” you heard him breath out, and just as his sentence hit the air, your mouth was met with his cum, you heard him let out a sigh of pleasure while his body began to relax.

“feel better?” you asked sitting on one of his thighs, his hands gripping pink lacy material at your hips. he was taking mental pictures of you on his thigh sitting there all pretty, batting your eyelash and flipping your hair from side to side.

he pulled you into his bare chest pressing a kiss to your hair, “much better, amour.”

“no more getting red cards please.”

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