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pavardscherie · 1 year

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Benji deserves a good blowie after that goal <3

― good job ;; benjamin pavard ⤷ pairing ;; benjamin pavard & f!reader ⤷ summary: benji scores against hoffenheim and you welcome him home with a surprise. ⤷ warnings ;; oral, male receiving , google for the french part ⤷ minors, do not interact please. thank you. ⤷ izzy's rambling ;; oh my fcking gosh. you should have seen me scream when benji scored the goal!! and like scored a second if it would not have been offside. i am so happy for him like marry me??

let me take care of you, were the first words that rolled off your tongue, so nonchalantly, after benjamin entered the shared house. the bag thrown into a corner in the corridor, he was swimming between happiness and anger. scoring a goal boosted his ego, and showed once again why he belonged on the pitch for this exact club. but the equalizer wasn't what the team had planned. another draw, not enough to set themselves further away from the second place and their archenemies.

still, you wanted to congratulate him on his goal and release the slight tension he carried on his shoulders. it gave you a perfect reason to decide on pleasing him tonight, instead of letting benjamin take control most of the time. seated on the edge of the bed, his hands placed on the blanket behind him to steady his weight. eyelids fluttered close, drifting between bliss and reality, benjamin bathed in the magic you showed him with your lips and tongue.

deep groans coaxed out o his throat, the tip of his tongue darting out to dampen his bottom lip before being captured in an assault by his teeth again. it has been a couple of weeks since the two of you had enough time to engulf in the intimacy of foreplay. his schedule was packed with training and games, home and away, but this time, you wouldn't let him off the hook so quickly. delicate palms placed on each of his thighs, benjamin already growled once you sunk to your knees in front of him. innocence swam in your gaze, batting your eyelashes as he pulled out his already painfully hard dick.

lips wrapped tightly around his shaft, you moved your head up and down, agonizingly slow. benjamin loved the control, attempting to thrust his hips up and his cock further into your mouth but the way your sprawled-out hands pushed his thighs down again, allowed you to take the control back. taking one away to please the part of his cock, you could not fit in your mouth, benjamin's loud groan and the quietly muttered fuck caused the wetness to pool. a damp spot between your thighs, probably staining the carpet once the congratulation celebration was over.

“fuck bébé, tu es si bon avec moi.” benjamin muttered between the groans, letting one of his hands wander to your head while the other held his weight. long fingers brushed through the strands, gathering multiple in the palm of his hand and holding them in a makeshift ponytail. you stopped for merely a second midway, pressing your tongue flatly against his shaft and teasingly slowly going upwards until reaching the reddened tip. curse words, especially with his french accent, sounded so much better and made the mess between your legs extremely wetter. (fuck baby, you’re so good to me.)

and you really wanted him to release in your mouth, or on your cleavage, wherever he wanted. but benjamin still thought he could regain the upper hand over the situation. trying to pull you off his length as his fingers grabbed the ponytail tighter, you refused to let him off this time. it happened way too often in the past when you attempted to please him but ben decided he wanted to be inside of your pulsating walls; immediately. wet tongue licked over his tip, collecting another bead of pre-cum and swallowing it eagerly.

and if benjamin thought he was in heaven before, he was utterly wrong. seeing you, sitting so pretty on your calves, puffy lips from the intensity you used to please him and still, the innocent glimpse in the colorful ring around your blown-out pupils. a delightful image that could trigger his orgasm in seconds, yet, he tried to hold out a little longer and bath in the feeling of your lips around him.

“j’y suis presque, bébé.” you smiled at him, letting your hand tightly move up and down his shaft, feeling the intense pulsating. “where do you want to cum?” eyes focused on your movements, the tip of your tongue dampened your bottom lip. seeing his cock, red and painfully hard for you, was a delicious and indescribable sight. (almost there, baby.)

“ouvre ta bouche, montre-moi ta langue, s'il te plaît” he did not need to say another word, already struggling to speak between the heavy breaths and the angelic moans coming out of his mouth. you complied quickly, placing your flat hands in your lap, tilting the head slightly back and opening your mouth widely. tongue stuck out, you could not stop the satisfied smile that tugged on your lips as benjamin rose from his position. (open your mouth, show me your tongue, please)

calloused palm against his shaft, wrapping the fleshy fingers around tightly, he hissed at the different kind of contact than your soft hand. moving up and down, the same way you did before, his pace quicker than you set. blown-out pupils focused on the pretty image in front of him, he groaned at the sight. waiting to taste his cum, your fingertips drummed against your exposed thighs.

“baby, cum for me, pretty please. i want to taste you even more so badly.” you whined, knowing that the words you used always pushed him over the edge. and it happened this time again. a deep, raspy groan erupted from his heavy-breathing chest as his orgasm washed over him. lids fluttered close, almost squeezed together as he fell into a state of pure pleasure.

hard dick twitching, the white spurts covered your face inch by inch; the sticky liquid landing more on your cheeks than the tongue. loosening his grip, exhausted from the intense waves that pushed him into his orgasm, benjamin opened the eyes to take a look at you.

slender fingers wandered across your face, gathering the traces of cum he left across your features until you reached your mouth. pushing the digits inside, you licked them clean with a satisfied hum. a gesture that caused another groan to slip past benjamin’s tight-lipped smile.

“don’t, you’ll make me hard again.” he whined, knowing the glimpse in the colorful ring around your lust-filled pupils meant that the night was far from over.

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footballdesires · 1 year

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unknown reasons, goretzka

pairing: leon goretzka & she,her info: germany has been eliminated from the world cup, and one player of the national team can't understand the reasons. a/n: god, i hate to write this man when he cries, breaks my heart. requests are always open! just ask for a football player & we can work on it!

the plane landed last night in munich, allowing half of the players to exit until it brought the rest to another airport closer to their hometown. the german national team has been eliminated from the world cup in qatar two days ago.

9am in the morning, they should have been in the kitchen by now, enjoying a calm breakfast and conversations about the plans for the winter break. instead, she stepped out of the warm shower minutes ago and pulled on a pair of comfortable shorts with one of leon’s shirts thrown over the naked chest.

damp strands tied together to a messy bun on the back of the head, she exited the bathroom which was connected to their shared bedroom. the expectations of a mildly dressed boyfriend with a welcoming smile on his lips were crushed when leon‘s naked back faced her. cuddled into the dark duvets, the male didn’t move a muscle when the footsteps approached him.

„babe.“ she exclaimed, questioning if he was awake or asleep again. the past weeks have been exhausting, a stressful hell to prepare for the world cup, and he deserved the long hours in bed after what happened. a quiet groan slipped through leon‘s lips, attempting to keep most of the sounds inside.

the frustration about the early elimination overshadowed the exhaustion, he precisely despised the fact that the german national team had to leave the contest in the group phase. a disaster. a sigh about the unchanging condition of her boyfriend escaped the parted lips. „do you want breakfast in bed? coffee?“ the question was sincere, she didn’t want to force the male into doing the things that he wasn’t satisfied with.

but leon didn’t answer, pressing the soft cotton pillow further into his wet face to hide from the world. it wasn’t her fault, he knew that; which was one of the many reasons why he kept the conversation short. nodding to herself, she left the shared bedroom to brew herself a coffee in the kitchen before snuggling into the comforts of the bed sheets again.

when the door fell into the frame, leon slowly turned on the back to inhale a deep breath. forcing the lids open, he blinked repeatedly to adjust to the sudden brightness, shining through the blinds on the window. sweaty hands wiped over the tired face, staring at the white ceiling of the bedroom.

the loss wasn’t her fault, she didn’t do anything wrong and it wouldn’t be fair to shout at her for feeling completely frustrated and devastated about the elimination. while leon had a hard time to form a sentence about his struggling self, she always attempted to cheer him up. even when he declined the conversation, she stayed by his side and enjoyed the comfortable silence.

still, leon couldn’t find the words to explain the mixture of negative emotions lingering in the pit of his stomach. he hasn’t sleep well, the past two nights were filled with thoughts about what went wrong in those two weeks. excited to play for germany against the entire world, leon expected to reach much more than just the group phase.

„fuck.“ the male muttered as the thoughts triggered the sadness once again. tears started to form in the corner of his eyes, unsatisfied about the games and the way he played. pressing the back of his hands against the closed lids, he wanted to avoid the chance that she would witness how miserable he truly felt. for multiple times, leon reassured the female that it’s alright, that there will be more chances to win such an important prize in the future.

but that was only the beginning of the rope of lies.

the world watched their mistakes, the failure after empty promises about being better than the last times. 2014, the wonder that the country wanted to see again to support the team. unfortunately, disappointment was written over their expressions after another miserable group phase. they tried, but they didn’t try enough.

rubbing repeatedly over the eyes, leon wanted to wipe the memories away but the tears started to dwell again. the frustration came in waves, some stronger, some very weak but he couldn’t contain the disappointment in himself. he could have done more, he knew that from the very beginning. it should have been an easy win against japan.

„are you crying?“ the gentle voice of his girlfriend echoed quietly through the bedroom, announcing her return. exhaling a deep breath, the tightened chest caused a piercing pain while attempting to calm himself down. calloused fingers slid over the forehead and through messy curls of hazelnut hair, and leon, for the first time since he moved out of his tight embrace, tilted the head to the side to glance at his worried girlfriend.

two mugs with warm coffee, one in each hand, she stood in the middle of the room with widened eyes. throughout their relationship, she has seen many sides of leon, but not once has he cried in front of her. maybe a frown, or the furrowed brows but the eyes stayed dry. „no.“ leon tried to deny the truth, turning away from the lingering gaze of his girlfriend as he didn’t want to witness how the concern increased in the pit of her stomach.

without speaking another word to the football player, she walked around the bed and placed the hot mugs on the nightstand. climbing onto the duvets, she kneeled next to leon’s position who constantly tried to hide his face in the pillow. she sighed, and denied herself to ask more questions.

seating more comfortably, she crawled towards the headboard and leaned the clothed back against it. legs outstretched and crossed, she grabbed a mug from the nightstand and carefully took a sip of the hot liquid. “this is so fucking stupid.” the words were mumbled into the pillow, and she only understood the curse syllables of the sentence. arching a single brow at the man beside her, she waited for him to repeat the words when he wanted to.

slowly he tilted the head to the side to reveal the flustered cheeks and the reddened eyes to the woman he loved. “it’s fucking stupid.” he attempted to speak but over the events of the two weeks and the constant shouts of anger or frustration, the male’s already low voice started to crack.

she understood immediately what he meant, she didn’t need to ask and stayed quiet. just watching his movements but the reddened eyes stood out. “we’ve practiced so long, so hard. i don’t know how it’s fucking possible. this feels like a bad dream, a nightmare.” while leon ranted quietly and started to let the emotions flow out with the syllables, the tears stood in the corners of his eyes again.

this time, he didn’t turn the head away from his girlfriend. she saw all the hidden sides of him, she deserves to see this as well. “it was impossible to lose, and still we did. i don’t understand it, i don’t want to believe that the journey is over. we’re home, instead of still playing. it’s killing me.”

small drops of tears started to roll down the red-tinted cheeks of the football player, and she felt her heart crumble. seeing him in the eclipsed state, with the tears streaming down his face was a sight, she wanted to avoid and still, she couldn’t. the frustration, the denial and the exhaustion mixed together to a negative bowl of emotions and wanted to be let out.

placing the warm cup on the nightstand again, she laid down beside leon and carefully placed a hand on his heartened cheek. the soft tip of the thumb caressed over his skin, wiping away the droplets of water that stained his face. “how could that happen?” leon questioned the female laying next to him, trying to find a simple answer to the four words that occupied the space in his mind. she just shook the head, not wanting to speak the wrong words and worsen the situation.

“i don’t want to leave the bed, just don’t want to see the world and listen further to the ignorant comments of the so-called experts.” leon’s frustration was shown in many disparate forms that morning, but one thing was precisely the right decision. she would stay in bed with him until he felt better to move the exhausted muscles and face the world again.

“i’ll cancel our flight, we can stay in bed until you decide against it.”

and even though leon only answered with several nods, he was thankful that she wasn’t pressing him further into talking.

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summer-princess · 3 months

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Far From Angry: Hardersson x Reader (Part 1)

Summary: You meet a stranger and her girlfriend at the bar. Things escalate quickly. Pairing: Hardersson x Reader Warnings: 🔞Smut. Mdni🔞 Disclaimer: Obviously fiction Words: 2778

Pt. 2

Ever since you entered the bar, the pretty blonde sitting a few stools away hadn’t taken her eyes off of you.

You weren’t normally one for going out, especially without your friends, but the sound of music and unseasonably warm night air had drawn you out of your apartment, walking downtown to your favorite bar, ready to enjoy the evening.

You were certainly enjoying the sight of the beautiful woman in the flowy white top, her sweet smile as she looked across the bar at you.

Her eyes didn’t leave you as she finished her drink, sliding her glass back across the bar. You blushed as she looked away, and you caught a hint of white teeth scraping across a pair of ruby lips.

Fuck.

Taking a deep breath and gathering your courage, hoping you were interpreting her glances correctly, you hopped up from your stool and walked the few feet between you, hoping you looked more confident than you actually felt. As you sat down on the stool beside her, the pretty blonde tucked her hair behind her ears, turning her head to smile at you again.

“Hi,” she said, and you caught the slightest hint of an accent, one you couldn’t quite place.

“I’m Pernille,” she said, turning her stool to face you. She leaned forward, toward you, giving you the same brilliant smile that had drawn you over in the first place.

You introduced yourself, pleasant shivers running up and down your spine as she made eye contact with you, tilting her head and raising her eyebrows, clearly waiting for you to continue.

“So, Pernille,” you said, matching her posture, hoping to convey just how interested you were in getting to know her and her pretty smile a whole lot better. “Can I buy you a drink?”

Before she could answer, another blonde appeared over Pernille’s shoulder. Her hair was darker than Pernille’s, and the hand she put on Pernille’s shoulder was attached to a muscled arm.

“What’s going on over here, love?”

Love?

It was like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over your head as you processed the words.

Love.

She had a girlfriend.

Of course she had a girlfriend.

As the other woman, just as blonde and just as gorgeous, claimed Pernille’s lips with her own, you felt a humiliated blush rising to coat your cheeks.

You wished that someone would break one of the legs off of the barstool and beat you over the head with it. Or that a freak sinkhole would open beneath the floor, somehow burying only you in the dirt. Because this was beyond your worst nightmares.

“Fuck,” you whispered, not sure which one of them you were talking to as apologies began to spew from between your lips.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know, I didn’t mean… Fuck, I’ll just-”

You made to stand up, charting the path that would get you to the exit quickest, but before you could make your escape, Pernille reached out and grabbed your hand, clasping it in hers. You let out a tiny gasp, still on your stool, at the contact, your eyes flickering back and forth between your skin touching hers and the woman whose hand had moved from her shoulder to her waist, possessively gripping her flowy white top.

“Don’t go,” she said, voice somewhere between a command and a plea. Even though your heart was racing, your legs longing to carry you far away, it was enough to make you pause.

You looked back and forth between Pernille and her partner, beyond confused. There had been no mistaking the look in your eyes as you approached her, or the undertones when you asked to buy her a drink. But there was also no mistaking the fact that she had a girlfriend, a very pretty and very strong looking girlfriend who had, out of some miracle, not yet put you on the ground.

“B-But,” you stuttered, trying to make sense of the increasingly odd situation in which you found yourself.

“Y-You, your girlfriend- She’s already angry enough at me, I-”

You didn’t have time to finish your runaway train of thought before you were unceremoniously interrupted.

“Do I look angry?”

You didn’t think you could stand looking at Pernille’s girlfriend any longer without wanting to light yourself on fire, so you didn’t. Instead, you stared at your nearly-empty drink, trying to think of how to escape this humiliating and bizarre situation with some of your dignity still intact.

You didn’t see the look they gave each other, but you definitely felt it when a hand grasped your chin, forcing your head upward. A pair of blue eyes met yours, clouded by mirth and something else you couldn’t quite place. Your eyebrow crinkled in confusion at the absence of anything identifiable as anger, a confusion that only grew when she spoke again.

“I’ll ask you again,” she said. “Do I look angry?”

Answering wasn’t optional this time, you could tell. So, trembling a little, you shook your head.

“N-Not really.”

“Clever girl.”

Her voice, smooth and seductive and just a bit condescending, hit you like a jolt of electricity, and you couldn’t stop the shudder that ran through your body at the tone, from the tips of your fingers to between your legs. You quickly lowered your eyes again, hoping that she wouldn’t notice.

The self-satisfied smirk on her face made it clear that your hopes were in vain.

“Magda, baby,” said Pernille, standing and taking her place at her partner’s side, tucking herself under the taller woman’s free arm. “I think she likes it when you talk to her like that.”

Your mouth was slightly open, gaping in shock as you pressed your thighs together, unable to deny the arousal beginning to pool in your core. No matter how embarrassing Pernille’s words might have been, they were undeniable- the condescending tone of Magda’s voice made your mouth water, the need for the two of them to do what they wanted with you taking over your mind.

“Oh, she’s so cute,” said Pernille, relishing the way you shuddered as she placed her hand on your thigh, fingers sliding upward and creeping closer to the hem of your panties under your new skirt. Magda nodded in agreement.

“Her face is all red,” she said, the two of them exchanging comments as if you couldn’t hear them speaking. You had an idea of where this was going, one that you desperately hoped was correct, and the thought of it made you press your thighs together with need.

“I wonder what she’d look like all spread out on our bed.”

You gasped quietly, initial arousal only amplifying as they confirmed the thought that had been solidifying in your mind. With a squeeze of Pernille’s hand, Magda took a step forward towards you, her gaze piercing through you and making you whimper again.

“Do you want this?”

Magda’s breath was hot against your neck as she whispered the question into your ear, and you were sure that she could hear your pulse pounding.

You nodded so quickly that you could have given yourself whiplash, still gaping in disbelief even as she smirked, helping you to your feet and throwing a wad of cash behind her, payment for the drink you had tried to buy her girlfriend.

This was actually happening.

Their apartment was only a few blocks away from the bar, and when they guided you through the door, you had barely kicked off your shoes when you found yourself pressed against the wall by a pair of strong arms.

You hadn’t noticed Magda’s muscles back in the bar when you were refusing to look at her, but now that they were being used to pin you against the wall, they were difficult to ignore. You bit your lip, letting out a little moan, one which she immediately swallowed with her mouth. Magda’s tongue pressed insistently against your lips, and you didn’t waste any time before granting her access, letting her dominate the kiss.

You weren’t normally this submissive- typically, you would have made at least a token effort to take back some control, but something about these women made that seem like a concept far too difficult and complex to grasp. So you let Magda devour your lips, her hands on your waist as you started to move again.

Guiding you backward into their bedroom, Magda’s hands migrated downward to your ass, giving it a hard squeeze. You could vaguely sense Pernille nearby, a few steps ahead of you, but you couldn’t see the way she’d already shed her top, tossing it carelessly aside as she flicked on the light switch in their bedroom.

When Magda stopped moving, hands on your ass stilling you as well, you felt the other woman come up beside you, but still shivered when she whispered in your ear.

“You gonna do what we tell you, baby? You gonna be a good girl for us?”

The coaxing voice in your ear made you tilt your neck in the opposite direction, exposing the soft skin to Pernille as Magda broke your kiss, releasing you from her hold.

“Uh huh,” you said, and were rewarded by a new pair of warm lips pressed against your own. Pernille’s kiss was dirty and tender at the same time, her pink tongue gentler than Magda’s had been but with a similar level of control and the identical result of making you crave more of her touch.

“Let us give you what you need, honey,” said Pernille, voice saccharine as she pulled away from your lips. “Let us fuck you like you need to be fucked.”

Your nod was desperate, her words only adding to the copious arousal between your thighs.

“Good. Then strip for us, pretty girl,” she whispered in your ear before releasing her hold on your body, raising an eyebrow and fixing you with a coaxing smirk.

Blinking a few times to regain even a modicum of composure, you blushed as you pulled your shirt over your head, both of the women’s eyes locked on you predatorily as you set the garment atop their wardrobe, revealing your lacy bra.

“So pretty,” said Magda, as you reached for the hem of your skirt. You had to wiggle your hips to slide out of the slightly-too-small fabric, a sight which made both pairs of eyes locked on you darken, the couple exchanging a look full of hunger. When the garment finally dropped to the floor, leaving you in just your bra and matching panties, you looked back over at them and found the pair exchanging a heated kiss of their own. Sensing your gaze, Magda pulled away from Pernille’s lips to raise an eyebrow at you.

“All of it.”

Your flush deepened as you undid the clasp of your bra, shrugging it off your shoulders and letting it join your skirt and top in the haphazard pile on the floor. With your breasts exposed to their hungry gaze and nipples beginning to harden, unprompted, into peaks, you reached for the waistband of your panties and let them slide down your legs, stepping out of them when they pooled around your ankles.

You had somehow missed Pernille approaching you, the lighter blonde woman reaching out a hand and slipping it between your legs. You gasped at the sudden contact, unable to stop your hips from jutting forward, seeking friction against your throbbing cunt.

It only lasted for a moment before she turned her head back towards Magda, giving her a smirk and a nod.

“Get on the bed, pretty girl.”

You nodded quickly, scurrying across the room and seating yourself on the edge of their sizeable mattress. One look from Magda told you that that wasn’t what she had meant and so, still blushing, you laid yourself carefully back against one of their pillows, hyper-aware of their eyes on you, gazes locked on the curve of your breasts and the copious arousal gathered between your pretty thighs.

You could tell what the order of things would be when Pernille walked toward the edge of the bed, lingering beside you without sitting down, and Magda climbed up immediately, her large hands pulling you just slightly further forwards to where she wanted you.

“Open your fucking legs.”

Magda’s words weren’t a request, but the order was one that you were all too happy to obey. Letting your thighs fall apart, you watched, unbreathing, as the other woman pulled a hair elastic from her wrist and tied her blonde waves up into a careless bun.

Feeling the bed dip beside you, you heard Pernille’s voice against your neck as she left a trail of kisses across the sensitive skin.

“Magda’s going to taste you now.”

Barely had the words left her mouth then Magda’s tongue connected with your core, the woman wasting no time before licking a wet stripe over your soaking hole. You gasped, fingernails digging into your palm as you clenched your hands tightly, and the sound must have pleased the other woman, because her soft chuckle vibrated against your core.

She took a minute to explore, warm appendage tracing a path up and down your cunt, unmoved by your breathy pleas for her to go faster, or to put her mouth on the one place you needed it most.

“Patience, honey,” crooned Pernille, noticing your gyrating hips. “Stay still. Let her enjoy you.”

You sobbed in pleasure as Magda’s tongue swiped through your pussy again and again, Pernille’s soft hands tugging at your nipples. The woman between your thighs was talented, the wet muscle of her mouth lapping and kissing all the right spots, finally running her tongue across your swollen clit, even letting a hint of teeth scrape across your thigh once in a while.

You couldn’t have closed your legs if you wanted to, a combination of Magda’s shoulders and her hands combining to hold them open.

“Stay still,” she reminded you with a gentle smack to one of your thighs.

Still, you couldn’t help but buck against her tongue, trying to get her mouth back on your clit.

“I told you to stay still,” said Magda with a growl, strong hands pushing your hips back down to the mattress.

A shudder ran up and down your body at her harsh tone. Pernille, you noticed, now had one hand on each of your tits, the strength in her arms a warning that, if you moved again, she wouldn’t hesitate to use that muscle to keep you pinned down with no choice except to take what her partner gave.

Your body shook with the effort of keeping still, of not allowing your hips to rock against Magda’s tongue, but you were rewarded by attention lavished on your bud, able to feel the other woman’s smile against your cunt.

You shuddered, feeling your muscles tighten as your peak began to grow closer. Apparently Magda could sense it as well, because she pulled her mouth away from you and reached for her girlfriend.

Pernille obeyed the summons, leaving you writhing on the bed, whining pathetically at the loss of contact as Magda pulled her in for a deep kiss. Your eyes went to the two women, unable to stop a groan as you watched them, Magda’s hands wrapped around Pernille’s waist as their tongues battled. As hot as the sight was, it only made you wetter as you realized that they were sharing the taste of you between them.

Even through your haze, you knew that, no matter how desperate your cunt was for their attention, you couldn’t let your fingers drift down between your legs. They had made it clear since you met that they held the reins of control, that you were their plaything for the night.

“Pernille,” said Magda, rocking her hips subtly as Pernille pressed a line of wet kisses along her neck.

“Look at her.”

Pernille’s eyes drifted back toward you, wriggling desperately on the bed, twisting your hands in their covers as you fought not to touch yourself.

“God,” said Pernille. “She’s desperate, isn’t she?”

You made no move to deny her claim, rather nodding in confirmation. Any shock or disbelief you had felt at the situation you were in had certainly vanished, replaced with pure, undiluted need.

“Please,” you whimpered, soaking pussy still perfectly visible between your spread legs. “Please, I need…”

You trailed off, the blush that was quickly becoming a familiar companion returning once again to your cheeks. Luckily for you, Pernille was able to translate the low moan which replaced the words you couldn’t find.

“I think she needs your cock, Magda.”

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traumendwoso · 2 months

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Bayern/Gerwnt Masterlist

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miroslavcloset · 1 year

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Leon Goretzka [NSFW Alphabet]

A/N: Good afternoon fellow girls and gays~ Today is Leon's birthday and to celebrate it, yes here we have ✨Smut✨ I present unto you Leon's NSFW alphabet with all my spicy Headcanons for Bayern's resident thot daughter. Hope you like it <3

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He would be the one to enjoy the view, if he is on top of you, loves to see his work, your body covered in small sweat drops, blushed, and with cute marks of love bites. Then with a smile full of affection asks you if you need anything and how are you feeling, proceeding to give you a kiss and cuddle next to you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Due to his hard physical training, his chest and arms are strong and defined, being a perfect view while being under him. He loves your thighs, especially when he is grabbing them to hold you against him, your legs locked around his waist. Secretly wants you to sit on his shoulders to feel them around his head.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum)

One of his favorite views is how his cum pools in your abdomen when he finishes outside, loving how in a way you're his and his only, that picture being exclusive to his eyes. After that, he will be careful to clean you up, if possible with a warm towel.

D = Dom/Sub (are they more dominant or submissive in bed?)

He loves to dominate you, making sure you know who you belong to, even sometimes telling you to say it in the middle of making love. Of course everything with any boundaries or limits of your preference, he would never hurt you in any shape or form.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He may be experienced but even he has some questions sometimes, mostly regarding your body and how specific things make you feel, but you notice when he's shy to ask you so he's relieved when you take the initiative in those kinds of topics.

F = Favorite position (self-explanatory)

He can't pick just one, but one that's close to being his favorite is he being behind you while you being all on fours, sometimes your head against the bed. He adores how your back curves to rise your lower back to take him whole.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous?)

He has this serious mood while being on top of you but If you make any joke or something weird happens (ex: while you're both into it and the phone rings or he's unable to unbutton your shirt so he has to admit defeat and let you do it) he smiled and even laughs at his failure of keeping the serious and seductive aura.

H = Horny (how they let you know they want to have sexy times)

Depends on where you are. If you're at his place, some kisses and touches would be enough to let you know he wants you in his bed, but If he's at the club or you're somewhere else some spicy texts would get the job done, also one or two pics wouldn't hurt either.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

When the moment is up for some sweet lovemaking, it may be because there is a special date, an anniversary, or just a lazy afternoon that needs extra affection. There, he wants to make you feel loved and special. Kisses, holding you close to him, and comfortable positions under the blankets are the best parts apart from the soft love you's whispered in your ear while he enters you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

You'd rather touch him, but If you're far from each other, there's nothing that a video call can't solve. Loves watching you undress for him while he starts to touch himself in his hotel room. You can spend the whole night telling how much you need and desire each other.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Is very much into the Dominant kink, liking the restraints and teasing side of it. Most of the time he is the one who likes giving, touching you, making you feel good, and knowing exactly what you like. Wants you to feel comfortable while he takes charge of the situation and lets you feel loved and cherished.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Has discovered a liking to having sex with you in the shower, going for another round while cleaning you up. It gives him the opportunity to touch your whole body, using his hands everywhere, and last but not least, likes to dry you with the towel and brush your hair afterward.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He normally has a high sex drive when he's around you so giving him extra motivation is going to guarantee you a passionate night. You may surprise him with a new set of lingerie or a different toy to try, even with a new sex position or moaning his name while being touched by him.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Nothing that implies making you uncomfortable, grossed, or scared. He has very clear that a relationship is for two, not for only one's pleasure.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Has a preference for giving and is very, very skilled. Knows exactly where to use his tongue, and where and how you like it. Your taste arouses him a lot, and also the sweet sounds you make when he swirls his tongue exactly where he knows you'll orgasm.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on the mood you're both on. When you're especially sensitive, he will do it slow and sensual, teasing you and wanting to hear you beg for him to fuck you harder, faster, how much you need him.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

A quickie before going to train is perfect to get his day going, being able to taste and touch the love of his life in the morning. It could be without taking off your clothes, using his hands to lower your clothes just enough to get the job done.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks?)

The adrenaline of the risks you may offer him are something he really likes, may it be something in a public place or a new kink you are interested in trying.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Another of the pros of his physical training is his stamina to go all night long if you're up to it, usually not getting exhausted over one or two rounds. Also, he knows how to extend the night so you're not done after coming only once or twice.

T = Toys (do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

The toys he likes to use are mainly restraining ones that he'd use in you. If you want to experiment with other ones he is more than open to please you. A rather cute fun fact is that he would be too shy to enter a physical sex shop, so he is good with online shopping.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Teasing is one of his favorite things, may it be physical, with soft touches and kisses over your body, or when you're not with him, sending you texts or pictures from the locker room and with few clothes to tell you what his plans in bed are with you tonight.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make.)

He likes you being vocal, also while being dominant with you would tell or ask you things like "Tell me how much are you enjoying it" and "Moan for me, baby". He is not so loud himself, his breathing and gasps are the only sounds he makes, well, sometimes if the moment is very special you've achieved to draw soft moans from him.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon)

He's very sensitive himself, so if you want to tease him with your mouth, or touch him under his clothes, be prepared for a very turned-on man that will take you by your wrists and shove his tongue into your mouth while grinding his still-clothed erection against you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

A very well-built body. You have the pleasure of having a sculptured view to enjoy. Leon knows you like it so while training likes to tease you with a selfie of himself, sweaty and only in his shorts, pulling them down slightly so his hip bones and the skin below are visible enough.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive is at its top point when you haven't seen each other in a while, maybe while he is busy with several pieces of training or interviews before an important game, so after everything is done and he can finally rest at home, he would be more than glad to let his body show you how much he missed you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Likes to make sure you're comfortable and that you don't need anything before falling asleep, usually he is not that sleepy afterward so has the time to take care of you before exhaustion takes over him.

#Editing on the phone is a nightmare #happy birthday leon #leon goretzka x reader #leon goretzka #fc bayern munich #fc bayern x reader #Bayern #fc bayern #football smut #football player x reader #football imagine #football fanfic

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maxsimagination · 3 months

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𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 - 𝙞.𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙨 + 𝙢.𝙡𝙚𝙤𝙣

warnings: smut. 18+ below the cut.

a combination of this and this.

a/n: irene is 32, mapi is 28 & reader is 24

this is my first shot at a threesome !! hope it’s all good.

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it was a normal wednesday morning, training with the team and team bonding night later on.

it was my second season with the club, transferring in from bayern munich, all of the girls were really nice and welcoming when i first joined. since i was on the younger side of the team, i spent most of my time with claudia. but claudia was best friends with patri, who spent her time with alexia and irene, who were always with mapi.

it was like a chain reaction, so through knowing claudia, i’d met all the older girls.

i honestly thought i fit in much better with the older players rather than the younger ones. i wasn’t the type to always pull pranks on my teammates like they did, preferring to work on my techniques.

when i got to training that morning, mapi was waiting out the front like usual. she’d driven me to training once last year when i first came and ever since then we’d made it a tradition. this time however, irene was standing with her.

“hola chicas. irene, me alegro de verte.” (hello girls. irene, nice to see you.)

i walked into the grounds and the two older women followed me in. the whole team was already there, most just finishing up their breakfast. i put my things in the locker rooms with everyone else’s and joined the team for our pre-training talk.

jona had us doing a bunch of drills today, and then split us off into two teams. we played a couple rounds; alexia, patri and i were all together while claudia, irene and mapi were on the opposition.

as a striker, i naturally had irene and mapi defending for their lives while i ran rings around them and scored a few goals.

i even managed to nutmeg both the women at least once, throwing out a sassy “catch me if you can, chicas!” to mess with them even more.

jona was proud of my efforts, telling me i’d been on fire lately. that made my ego swell of course, and clearly mapi and irene weren’t too happy about how i’d beat them.

but we finished training a couple hours later and were reminded by alexia that there was team bonding at hers tonight. she normally organised these events, being the captain she took it upon herself to keep everyone on good terms with each other.

tonight was a casual event, ale told everyone to wear something comfy, nothing too fancy as we were just playing some games and watching a movie or two. so when i got home, i plopped my stuff down on my couch and headed towards the bathroom. time for an everything shower.

i washed my hair, shaved in all the right places and did my full skincare routine.

by the time i’d finished that, it was around 5:00, i had to be ready in half an hour. mapi had promised to pick me up, insisting she drive us to ale’s.

as for clothes, i’d opted for a slightly oversized tshirt and a pair of bike pants that just happened to accentuate my ass. soon, i heard a knock on my door. knowing it was mapi, i grabbed my phone and rushed to the front door.

“hola mapi. gracias por llevarme.” (hello mapi. thank you for driving me.)

“ah, it’s no problem.”

we walked down to her car, when i noticed someone sitting in the front seat. irene.

“hola irene.” (hello irene.)

i jumped in the backseat, greeting the other woman when i got in.

“hello y/n.”

irene’s accent gave me shivers, it was the perfect combination of soft and gravelly.

mapi drove us all to alexia’s house, where at least three other cars were already parked on or near her driveway. we hopped out of the vehicle, traipsing up to the front door where i knocked on it twice.

alexia opened it, a giant grin on her face.

“chicas! welcome, please come in.”

she ushered us all inside to join the rest of the group. apparently we’d been some of the last to get there, everyone else all riding with each other.

we spent the evening playing some board games, watching a movie and just chatting to each other about anything and everything. it was close to 9 at night when i ducked into the kitchen to get some water.

i stood, sipping from a glass against alexia’s kitchen counter, when someone joined me in the kitchen.

“ya sabes tu culo se ve muy bien en esos pantalones cortos.”

(y’know your ass looks great in those shorts.)

that same gravelly voice from earlier spoke up, and i whipped around to see irene standing there.

“por que gracias, irene.” (why thank you, irene.)

the woman walked forward, meeting me where i stood by the sink. she was taller than me by a bit and i had to tilt my head up to see her properly.

her eyes were sparkling with what seemed to be desire, and judging by the way she raked her eyes up and down my body, i was correct. she edged closer and closer, eventually standing inches away from me.

“me gustaría mucho besarte ahora.”

(i would really like to kiss you now.)

“so kiss me.”

neither of us missed a beat, irene diving down to connect our lips in a messy and passionate manner. irene had spun us around then, lifting me up and placing me on the kitchen island.

“y/n? where’d you- oh my god.”

we broke apart at the sound of a voice, mapi’s voice to be exact. however irene wasn’t fazed.

“maria, perfect timing. would you like to join?”

my eyes almost bulged out of my head at her words, getting it on with one person was okay but two? completely different territory.

“actually, yea. but not on ale’s kitchen island. shall we head home?”

this time she was asking me, so i quickly nodded my head and irene lifted me down from the island. we slipped back into the lounge where the other girls were, letting them know we were heading home.

they all bid us farewell, alexia yelling out not to be late to practice tomorrow morning.

the drive was short and full of tension, which made it feel longer. i was sat in the backseat again while the two older women were in the front, seemingly communicating through their facial expressions.

we did not return to my apartment, instead going to irene’s apartment. she made quick work of unlocking the door and letting us all in. mapi entered last, locking the door after herself.

as the lock clicked shut my nerves really started bouncing around. irene had clearly noticed and grabbed my hand.

“no tenemos que hacer esto si no estás cómodo.”

(we don’t have to do this if you’re not comfortable.)

her voice soothed my nerves a little bit and i smiled up at her.

“no i want this.”

her gentle smile turned into a wolfish grin as this time she took my hand and led me down to a room, which i figured to be hers. mapi was directly behind me, hand on the small of my back for comfort.

when we walked in, irene spun me around and pinned me against the wall, hands above my head. her lips were just centimetres away from mine, teasing me everytime she got too close.

finally she kissed me, and i melted at the contact.

she pulled away and started littering little kisses and licks down my neck to my collarbone. once she was cut off by my shirt she tugged it up and over my head before going back to sucking little hickies on my neck and chest.

my head was tilted to the side, too caught up in irene’s movements to realise that mapi had come forward and pressed her lips to my own.

it took me a second to realise that there were two women kissing me.

irene had dropped her hold on my arms, using them to take my bra off, so i used that to my advantage and tugged on mapi’s shirt, signaling i wanted it off. she smiled into the kiss and pulled back, taking her shirt off and revealing she wasn’t wearing a bra either.

she kissed me again and my hands travelled down to her chest, tracing patterns along her skin before twirling her nipples between my fingers.

she yelped a little at the intrusion, but soon it was my turn because irene had kissed down to my own breasts, swirling her tongue on each nipple and promptly pinching them.

i groaned into mapi’s mouth, as she went back to kissing me. irene continued to suckle on my breast, giving the other one the same attention with her fingers. soon enough, her fingers then trailed lower, down to the waistband of my bike pants.

irene removed her lips from me, looking up at me in question. i looked back down at the pause of movement and gave her the go ahead.

she didn’t waste any time, hooking her fingers in the elastic and tugging the clothing down my legs. mapi had now taken advantage of my unattended nipples, moving her fingers to play with the nubs.

meanwhile irene had knelt down, hands pulling at my thighs. she dipped a finger into my folds, which came out coated in wetness. she sucked the juices off, before pressing a finger lightly onto my clit. that elicited a moan from me and one of my hands went to irene’s hair, pushing her face towards my heat.

she obliged, spreading my legs further and dipping her tongue through my folds. again drawing a moan from me, her tongue slipped down to push lightly against my hole before moving back up to suckle on my clit.

mapi was still kissing me and twirling my nipples between her fingers, which only added to my heightened excitement.

my eyes were closed, squeezed shut, while the only thing i could focus on was the feeling of irene’s mouth on my cunt. just then she brought her fingers up to my entrance, pushing one in.

i gasped at the intrusion, but that quickly melted into a moan when she started pumping it in at a steady rhythm. she added a second finger, stretching me out a little and setting a strong pace, while still toying with my clit in her mouth.

i could tell i was approaching my orgasm, the little coil had started to tighten in my stomach.

“‘m close. keep going, please.”

i was begging, that’s how much i wanted to come. the older woman below me didn’t utter a word, just kept her fingers pumping and mouth suckling.

it wasn’t long before i was practically on the edge, anymore and i’d fall off.

“i’m gonna cum, please can i cum?”

“go ahead, bebita.”

it was mapi who’d answered this time, i had almost forgotten that she’d been playing with my nipples and placing hickies all over me.

then i was coming all over irene’s face. she clearly didn’t care and was lapping it up like it was the last thing she’d ever eat.

once i’d come down from my high, irene picked me up and brought me over to her bed.

“estas bien, amor? lo hiciste muy bien.”

(are you okay, love? you did so well.)

i was tired, flopped on the bed like a rag doll just trying to get my energy back.

“sí, estoy bien. segunda asalto?”

(yes, i’m okay. round two?)

mapi had come to lie on the bed behind me, resting her upper body against the headboard and her legs splayed out on the mattress.

irene then walked over to a small bedside table and opened the drawer.

she pulled out a thick black silicone dick, attached to a harness.

“think you can take this?”

i nodded eagerly, propping myself up on my elbows.

“on your hands and knees. you’re going to make maría come, while i fuck you from behind.”

there was no arguing with her harsh tone. i scrambled onto my knees, kneeling in front of mapi. she’d managed to get her sweats off then, leaving her naked on the bed.

i looked back at irene, who was securing the harness.

“don’t look at me, get started.”

i didn’t think twice, arching my back and shoving my face in between mapi’s legs to lick a long stripe up her cunt. she instinctively widened her legs for me, grinding her hips towards my face.

i could feel irene up behind me then, the tip of her strap pressing against my entrance. she manoeuvred it so the tip was half in, then slowly pushed the rest in.

the girth of the silicone toy stretched me wide, i let out a little whine at the slight pain.

however irene continued, she set a slow pace to start, thrusting in then pulling out. thrusting in, pulling out.

i was still buried in between mapi’s legs, lapping at her clit, and pushing my tongue against her entrance every so often. her hands hand found their way to my hair, grasping it in her long fingers and pushing my face further into her cunt.

irene sped up gradually, until she was fully fucking me from behind. you could hear the slaps from her strap connecting with my ass every time she thrusted forward.

“‘m close, again. please don’t stop.”

i lifted my head to plead irene to keep going.

“make maría cum first. then you can cum.”

irene denied my pleads, slowing her thrusts slightly as i, desperately, licked, suckled and fucked mapi.

my hand, both of which were holding mapi’s legs wide open, came down to push into mapi’s entrance. i started with two fingers immediately, which left her whining before that turned into a moan.

i could tell she was so close, constantly grinding down on my face, chasing her own high.

it didn’t take long before she came crashing down, spreading her juices all over my face. i licked them all up, before pulling my fingers out and sucking the wetness off them too.

at the same time, irene had sped up again, added her own fingers to my clit, rubbing deliberate circles against my nub. i could feel myself hurtling towards my orgasm, with the coil in my belly tightening quickly.

“i’m coming- can i cum?”

“yes bebita, cum for me.”

irene praised me, thrusting into me hard and fast to bring me to the edge.

i fell over that edge just as quickly, letting my high crash over me like a wave. irene slowed down her pace, fucking me through the orgasm.

then she slowly pulled out, unclipping the harness and setting it down on her table.

“mis buenas chicas. estoy muy orgullosa de ti.”

(my good girls. i’m so proud of you.)

irene went to grab a damp washcloth and came back to clean both me and mapi up, pressing kisses on both our foreheads.

#woso #woso x reader #woso community #woso smut #irene paredes #mapi leon #irene paredes x reader #mapi leon x reader #irene paredes imagine #mapi leon imagine

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Reunited

Jessie Fleming x Reader

Summary: Jessie moves away when she transfers to a new team. You’ve been apart for far too long.

Warning: The usual smut. And language.

When Jessie received an offer from Bayern, she couldn’t turn it down. She’d finally be able to play more minutes and she’d have the comfort of being reunited with old friends and mentors.

The crowd cheered as the final whistle blew. You stood up in your seat and cheered, clapping your hands enthusiastically.

Jessie played nearly the full 90 minutes and she’d gotten one assist - and it was only her first game with the new team.

You were able to secure a transfer out there, but it was going to take a bit for time for it to take effect. Until then, you and Jessie were going to have to be long distance and travel to see each other whenever possible.

The flight was short enough, the trouble was your schedules. Between Jessie’s back to back international duty, pre-season camp, and your work, it’d been over a month since you’d seen her.

You watched as Jessie and the team walked the field, thanking fans and signing autographs. She clapped and chitchatted with teammates, but her eyes were searching the stands. You purposely stood back until she was starting to pass your section and you headed down to stand alongside the other fans.

“Jessie!”

She stopped dead in her tracks, now standing erect as her head scanned back and forth across the crowd until her gaze landed on yours. You grinned at her and gave a wave. A look of shock was quickly replaced by elation and excitement.

“Y/n!” She yelled as she sprinted over.

She nearly skidded to a stop right before the barrier, giving you a watery smile before rushing forward again and pulling you into a tight hug. She pulled back a few moments later to grab you by your jacket and into a kiss. You felt her both grin and sink into you as her teammates erupted in catcalls and teasing. When she broke off your kiss her cheeks were bright red, but her smile said that she wasn’t giving the teasing much mind.

“I didn’t think you could make it.” She said in wonder. Her eyes glistened and she quickly swiped at them, trying to hide the emotion. “I’ve missed you so much. You have no idea.”

“I missed you too, baby,” you echoed with a kiss. “I couldn’t miss my girl’s first game with her new team.”

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming?" Jessie asked, disbelief still in her voice. You gave a small shrug with a crooked smile.

"What would be the fun in that?"

She was about to offer you a quip when she saw your gaze flick over her shoulder to the rest of her team who was now walking away. You gestured with a nod their direction.

“You better catch up and go greet the rest of your fans,” you said with a wink.

“I’ll meet you after?” She asked, eyes big and hopeful, as if there was any doubt. You had to laugh.

“No. I’m going to go visit my other girlfriend.” You ribbed and quickly kissed her as soon as you saw a pout begin to form. “Of course, love.”

Afterwards, you were with Jessie and the squad at one the team's favourite hangouts as they celebrated their first win of the season. You'd finally gotten the chance to meet the famous Magda and Pernille that Jessie had praised endlessly. And, surprising to you, they were thrilled to finally meet you.

"Jessie is just over the moon," Magda had said as Jessie got up from your table to get you another drink, eager to wait on you. Pernille laughed as they both watched Jessie walk away, but still glance over her shoulder back at you with a bright and endearing smile.

"Truly. She's been talking non-stop about you since she got to Munich, Y/n. And I didn't think she could be more smitten, but here we are," Pernille had joked.

"Our baby's all grown up," Magda said with a wink.

They'd teasingly warned you that if you ever hurt Jessie, you'd have to answer to them. You took it in stride and told them between them and the entirety of Chelsea, you'd be a goner if anything went south. Despite the joking though, you earnestly told them that you'd never intentionally hurt Jessie. You felt so grateful to have her in your life, and honestly, you couldn't picture anyone more perfect for you. You'd never do anything to jeopardize your relationship with Jessie or hurt her.

After drinks with the team wrapped, you went back to Jessie's new flat. It was crazy to think that you'd only seen it via Facetime. You chuckled to yourself as she excitedly pulled you down the hallway to her door, your bag and hers slung over her shoulders - she insisted on carrying yours too - and let you inside.

She eagerly gave you the tour and your heart fluttered at the touches she'd arranged for you not even knowing you were coming. Drawers left empty for your stuff, a space for you to work, and she beamed as she handed you the extra key already on a keychain designed after your favourite show.

"You are so good to me," you said with a tender smile as you took the keychain and cupped her face gently to kiss her. "How did I get so lucky?"

She smirked at you, though very satisfied with herself that you were happy with the place. "Well, you work with Julia, who's friends with Niamh, and Niamh introduced us, and we hit it off, so..."

"Yeah, alright," you laughed and kissed her again. "I love you." You stayed close, your forehead resting against hers as you looked into her eyes. "And I've really, really missed you." She tilted her head to kiss you, the kiss a bit rushed and hard, her hands coming up around your waist and pulling you tight before she pulled back a bit.

"I've missed you, too." Her gaze was both sad and determined. She took the the keys from you and tossed them onto the table a few feet away before pulling you tight to her once more. "I don't ever want to go this long without each other again." You nodded wordlessly, feeling she had more to say. She inhaled deeply, her sculpted shoulders rising as the breath filled her lungs. "I've never missed anyone like this," she expressed. "I don't want to be without you."

"I don't want to be apart either," you reciprocated, your hands now caressing the back of her neck. Your hips subconsciously rocked against her as you took a deep breath of your own in an attempt to ease the feeling that was starting to build inside of you.

"It feels so good to have you in my arms again," she said, her voice holding a slight rasp in it as her gaze wandered down your neck and back up as she kissed you. You hardened the kiss and you felt her stiffen in your embrace before exhaling into your touch. "Did you miss me, too, baby?" She asked.

"So much." Your voice was breathy and you couldn't help a small whimper from escaping your throat. Your hands began to roam into her hair and soon her hands pressed into the small of your back.

"How much did you miss me?" She asked, now dipping her head to trail kisses down the side of your neck. You chewed your lip as you let your head fall back.

"Why don't you find out?" You challenged and suppressed a shiver when she exhaled against your neck, tucking her head against you further.

"Tell me," she whispered as her fingers dug slightly into your back.

"Mm. This much," you said as you grasped one of her hands and guided it between your bodies. With your other hand you coaxed her head back up so you could kiss her while you pushed her hand inside your underwear and straight to your heat.

"Fuck, baby," she shuddered, her knees giving out oh so slightly for a second as her fingers were immersed in your wetness. "Oh God, I missed you," she said as she began gliding her fingers through your folds.

You gasped at the contact you'd been craving for weeks upon weeks now and you ground yourself down against her fingers.

"Oh God, I love you so fucking much," Jessie's voice now strong as she removed her hand and collided into you with a kiss as she ushered you to the couch, you both falling into the cushions as you continued to kiss.

She guided you so you were fully laying down. Her hands roamed under your shirt, massaging your breasts before she pulled your shirt off along with your bra. She leaned down to take one of your breasts into her mouth, her teeth grazing your nipple before circling it with her tongue. You were engrossed in the feeling, your back lifting off the couch to meet her mouth.

She sat up, causing you to open your eyes at the sudden lack of contact. You looked down your body to see her sitting up and giving you a hungry look. She placed her hands at the waist of your pants and removed them swiftly. She reached down and ran a couple of fingers along your lips through your underwear.

"This brand new couch has just been begging for me to fuck you on it." She leaned in and kissed you slowly, her fingers pushing your panties aside as she caressed you further. A moan rumbled in your throat. "I picture it every day."

"Jess, please. I need you inside me. It’s been so long," you pleaded. Your hips were rocking up against her fingers shamelessly.

She ran her free hand up your neck to the back of your head, her fingers splayed through hair. Your eyes were closed, but you could feel her breath shudder as she watched you. Her gaze didn’t waver as she pulled your underwear down your legs and dropped them to the ground. She ran her hand back up the inside of your leg.

“Jessie!” Her name filled the room as she entered you, her fingers easily sinking to her knuckles with how wet you were. You winced in pleasure as the nails of her other hand dug into your scalp. You didn't have to see her to know how much slipping inside of you did for her.

"Y/n," she rasped. She curled against your body, using her strong legs to press higher up into you as she began kissing down your chest and taking one of your breasts in her mouth once more.

"Oh God," you whimpered as you dragged your nails along her back, her shirt bunching beneath your fingers. You tugged sharply on the fabric and she huffed before giving you a kiss and quickly discarding the shirt. You sat up, hooking a hand behind her neck and pulling her down with you into another kiss as she sunk back inside of you.

"Fuck, Y/n," she breathed as she expertly curled her fingers inside of you. "You feel even more amazing than before." She gave a pleased moan. "Right between your legs is where I belong."

"Oh, Jess, I missed you so much. You make me feel so fucking good," you moaned as you wrapped your legs around her waist and pulled her further into you. She kissed you hard in response.

"You're so gorgeous. I feel like I can't get close enough to you."

That was the thing with Jess. The sex could be primal, physical in its rawest form, but it was always emotional. It truly felt like you couldn't get close enough to each other. There was so much emotion, so much magnetic force between you, that fucking the life out of each other was the closest you could come to expressing how much you loved and wanted one another.

"Oh God, Jess," you clutched at her, pulling her impossibly tighter to you. "I'm gonna cum already."

"Yeah," she said, a smile crossing her lips at how quickly you were coming undone for her. "Let go, baby. Cum for me."

"Oh fuck, yeah," she nearly hissed as you tightened like a vice around her fingers and she felt a rush of your arousal pool in her palm. She subconsciously ground her hips into the back of her hand and your thighs, her own arousal becoming nearly unbearable. "I've been dreaming of this. I missed you so much."

You had barely come down from your high when Jessie pulled her fingers from your sopping pussy and hoisted you into her arms. A small squeal escaped you as she chuckled and carried you to the bedroom, laying you down on the bed.

"I'm not done with you yet," she told you, her eyes shining as she looked down at you before reaching into her side table and retrieving her strap.

The sight of Jessie putting on her strap and crawling up your body had you pulsing in need all over again.

"Is this okay?" She asked as she settled over you, but sure not to go too far.

"Jessie, you better fuck me and keep showing you how much you've missed me," you whispered as you pulled her to you.

A grin crossed Jessie’s face as she grabbed the strap and rubbed it up and down your folds, getting it slick.

She placed the tip at your entrance and gradually pressed her hips forward, wanting to give you time to adjust.

The fulsome moan you released as she bottomed out in you nearly caused her to start bucking her hips into you, but she steeled herself and slowly drew back before smoothly sinking back in again. This time she moaned with you as the friction heightened her arousal.

She slowly began picking up her speed and steadily the sounds of her fucking you filled the room. Between the wet sounds of her pumping in and out of you, your panting mixed with needy groans, and her name falling off your tongue, Jessie’s eyes grew nearly black with lust.

“Nothing could be better than this,” she declared. Her eyes were trained on you as she adjusted her position, moving one hand up to the headboard to brace herself as she began sinking herself even deeper into you. You let out a particularly wanton moan as you dragged your nails down her sides and drew a hiss from her. She still didn’t skip a beat.

You noticed as she glanced down to where your fingers now anchored themselves by her hips. Immediately, you saw the red marks they’d left in their wake. Before you could even contemplate feeling bad, she spoke.

“Wish I could get your marks tattooed on me. Have you with me all the time.”

“Jessie,” you panted. You reached down and grabbed her ass with both hands and started pulling her into you in time with her thrusts. She growled in approval before picking up her pace and rolling her hips with each thrust to really hit your sweet spot.

It wouldn’t have been uncommon for her to flip you onto your hands and knees and fuck you with such need and intensity, that you’d need to bury your face in the sheets and scream her name. It’s not like she wasn’t fucking you with overwhelming passion and ferocity right now - the shockwaves of pleasure shooting through every time her hips slammed home into you, and certainly the way you knew you’d barely be able to walk after were proof enough. However, it seemed today you both needed something more intimate. When she wasn’t kissing you, her eyes were locked on you, her gaze so intense and as if she were memorizing every angle of you. You relished in the feeling of her body on top of you, her trained muscles flexing and moving so exquisitely as your hands rediscovered her.

She placed both hands on the bed, threading under your arms and she moved her powerful legs up, pushing your own up and back so you were in a full press. She kissed you deeply as she began rocking deeply and furiously into you. Soon the sounds of the bed knocking against the wall echoed through the room, only partially drowned out by your growing cries of pleasure. From Jessie’s hitched breathing and her whimpers in your ear, you could tell she was just as close as you were to her high.

“I want to make sure every time you're wanting, anytime you're wet - you think of me. And nobody else can satisfy you. The only things that can truly give you what you need are my fingers, my cock, my tongue. Me,” she panted in your ear. “Cum with me, baby. I need you.”

“Jess!”

Your legs tightened around her and your nails dug deeper into her back as you screamed her name. You convulsed as she slammed into you with a cry of her own, her body tensing in your embrace. Her breath came out in ragged, shuddering gasps as her own orgasm ripped through her.

You were still in a haze when you felt her grow limp in your arms, collapsing on top of you as her back rose and fell as she worked to catch her breath, you only just now really noticing the sweat that was dripping down her. You kissed her tenderly.

“Jessie,” you smiled, running your fingers into her hair and caressing her. “That was beyond incredible. You are way too good at fucking me.”

Jessie let out a tired chuckle, but lifted her head to give you a slow smirk.

"I have to make sure you don't forget me when you go back to London." Her tone was only half joking and you shot her a frown.

“I could never. In any sense.” You leaned forward to kiss her. "And for the record, I love you for far more than your fingers, your cock and your tongue."

She buried her head in your neck, you still spying the beginnings of a blush on her cheeks.

“You better,” she said, her voice muffled against your skin. You kissed the side of her head and laced your fingers together with hers.

“I missed you.”

“I missed you, too.”

#canwnt #chelsea wfc #jessie fleming #jessie fleming x reader #jflem #woso #woso community #woso x reader

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youandiwerealive · 11 days

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Masterlist

Here you can find all my work. I’m always writing drama with a bit of sappiness, and some hot things 🤭

I mainly follow Sporting CP, Real Madrid, Manchester City, Liverpool, Real Betis, Bayern Munich and Paris Saint-Germain, but my inbox is open and I'm ready to hear your thoughts on another teams and players!

Requests are open! Come share your ideas with me 😌

Rúben Dias:

Dreaming (fluffy? and kinda suggestive)

It’s alright to hate me now (sad as fuck)

The only thing you have to say is wow (smut and 100% unholy)

Heaven is bulletproof (dad!Rúben, that says it all)

You make a mess of me (smut smut smut!!)

Praying that the blood doesn’t stain (dad!Rúben with a heartbreaking twist)

Need some relief (SMUT!!!!)

Só quero ir para casa, para ti (cute dad!Rúben)

Joško Gvardiol:

Promise me you won’t regret me (sad and angsty?? but fluffy)

#masterlist #if this comes up on your dash pls ignore it #thoughts about football players #football imagines #football fanfic #ruben dias #sporting cp #manchester city #liverpool #Real Madrid #real betis #psg #bayern munich #paris saint germain

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footballffbarbiex · 2 years

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tag list update

With proper updates coming soon again, I want to make sure that my tag list is as up to date and working as possible.

Please let me know if the tags are working because there are people who are on these tag lists but don’t interact with the fics that they’re tagged in. if it’s a tagging issue, then please let me know.

Going forward though, please note that if you have not interacted with my pieces for 3 months, I’ll remove you from the tag list. I realise that people have lives from this hellsite, which is why I’ve set such a long probation but when I see blogs ask to be tagged and don’t interact, but do so on other people’s work instead, it’s a kick in the teeth.

There are still a lot, and still growing, amount of blogs which tumblr will not let me tag. if you’ve changed your username, please let me know so i don’t look a dick tagging the new blog owners in shit they don’t want to read.

forever non smut: @yagetintoit |

Anyone you wants: @berrydoughnuttruth

CLUBS:

Atletico Madrid:

Antoine Griezmann: @petitharicot | @in-my-body-bag |

Bayern Munich:

All Bayern: @goretzkaneuer |

leon goretzka: @disneydaddyevans | @petitharicot | @goretzkaneuer | @little-diable

serge gnabry: @disneydaddyevans |

Celta Vigo:

Oscar Mingueza: @petitharicot |

Chelsea FC:

Christian Pulisic: @in-my-body-bag |

Kepa Arrizabalaga: @in-my-body-bag |

England NT:

@dreamingofautopia | @superjackgrealish

Everton:

DCL: @domspeach | @petitharicot |

Chelsea FC:

Christian Pulisic: @in-my-body-bag |

Kepa Arrizabalaga: @in-my-body-bag |

Liverpool:

All Liverpool: @prettylittletrent | @berrydoughnuttruth | @disneydaddyevans

Jordan Henderson: @in-my-body-bag |

Manchester City:

Jack Grealish: @bluemoonstonesy | @petitharicot | @mxsonxmountx | @in-my-body-bag | @goretzkaneuer

Manchester United:

All Manchester United: @solrasford |

Jesse Lingard: @mxsonxmountx |

Marcus Rashford: @solrasford |

Jadon Sancho: @mxsonxmountx |

Roma:

Paulo Dybala: @Luizaloll |

Tottenham:

Eric dier: @petitharicot

MANAGERS:

Marco Rose: @furiouscaseofastudent | @disneydaddyevans |

SERIES:

Always: @masonsutd | @pingyu-in-wonderland | @furiouscaseofastudent | @pom277 | @disaster-nt

Compersion: @friedoperatorsportsangel | @footballfangirly

The Heart Never Lies : @xeniarocks | @moneymasnn |

Charles Leclerc - @disneydaddyevans

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footballxixstars · 2 years

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Matthijs de Ligt

Matthijs de Ligt born on the 12th of August 1999. He plays for Bayern Munich and Netherlands National Team.

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Blurbs

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OneShots

Dutch Christmas ~ This year instead of spending Christmas with your family you decide to go to the Netherlands to spend it with Matthijs’. Your first Dutch Christmas

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Smuts

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MASTERLIST

#matthijs de ligt one shots #matthijs de ligt oneshot #matthijs de ligt imagines #matthijs de ligt imagine #matthijs de ligt oneshots #matthijs de ligt one shot #matthijs de ligt blurb #matthijs de ligt blurbs #matthijs de ligt smut #matthijs de ligt smuts #matthijs de ligt

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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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footballdesires · 1 year

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𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗴𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘇𝗸𝗮, 𝗷. 𝗸𝗶𝗺𝗺𝗶𝗰𝗵

joshua kimmich ; she/her mentioning of sex, curse words! 18+ info: joshua is focused on training, but the image in front of her makes it hard to forget the nights under the sheets. one comment about goretzka is enough to make kimmich's blood boil. a/n: bringing a certain eagerness from the pitch to the bedroom haha requests always open!

the gym in the tunnels of the allianz arena was packed with bayern munich players. in one corner, mueller had an interesting debate with neuer and gnabry about the upcoming game, and the chance to actually win without having to tear themselves apart. lifting the weights on one of the benches was leon, doing five of each until he decided that more weight was necessary to make the training session valuable.

and then there was she, sitting on a bench behind the bikes where her boyfriend currently attempted to reach his latest limits. joshua was focused on the changing numbers between the handles, pedaling faster by the minute. “almost there.” he muttered, loud enough for the female to catch the two words which weren’t exactly foreign to her. the same sentence, he panted over again when hidden underneath the comfortable duvets of their bed, thrusting in and out of her wet hole. clenching the thighs together, she attempted to hide the fact of how much those easy-spoken syllables affected her figure.

joshua took the training serious, he wanted to reach higher standards and impress the fans, and the main staff of bayern munich for as long as possible. but she wished, for a split second, that the ocean blue orbs stared at her, lingered at her face and he could see how she slowly fell apart behind him.

as if the excellent view of his naked back and the flexing muscles wasn’t enough to torture the female, the deep breaths combined with the quiet groans made it impossible for her to focus on anything or anyone else anymore. rubbing the sweaty hands over the face, she attempted to calm herself down, but nothing seemed to work against the heat that pooled between her legs. slowly, she started to rub her legs together, trying find at least a tad of release but it wasn’t enough.

she needed joshua‘s help. she needed him.

manicured nails brushed through the strands, scratching carefully over the scalp as she stood up from the seat. the mission was clear to her. strutting over to the bicycles, she took her place in front of the panting male.

underarms leaned on the small space on each side of the small screen, joshua watched the numbers change until her figure casted a shadow above him. tilting the head up, the blonde raised a single brow at his girlfriend in confusion. but she didn’t explain her needs to him. instead, she leaned forward herself. soft fingertips pressed against the collarbones of the football player and gently pushing him backwards in a seating position.

he didn’t fight against the gestures of his girlfriend, the arms falling to his sides as his attentive gaze lingered on her. delicate hands placed on the space next to the small screen where his arms used to rest before, she tilted her upper body forward. seductively, she glanced upwards through her black, thick lashes at her boyfriend and smiled innocently.

an expression that has never been easy to comprehend, never been easy to resist without feeling the effects. but joshua couldn’t tear the dilated pupils away from the picture in front of him, the luring gazes into a world of desire and lust.

“joshua..” she pulled the name longer than needed, shamelessly almost moaning in the middle of the gym, in front of his teammates. mouth ajar, he wanted to reply and lecture her about the wrong picture she gave the others but it has never been easy to escape the magnificent spell of her innocent expression, infiltrated by the seductive glances.

“how much longer?” she questioned in a whisper, attempting to clench the thighs together without the people around her noticing but joshua did.

a reaction she almost had any time when she visited a game and cheered for him, in one of his jerseys. the aftermath was a very long night of orgasms and soft whimpers.

the dazzled expression changed in a matter of seconds, the lips curled in an one-sided smile, a pleased and smug one. leaning forward again, he placed the calloused fingertips against the heated skin of her underarms, staring a fire inside of her. beads of sweat gathered on the forehead, pushed upwards against the wrinkles as he raised his eyebrows. “why are you asking, babe?”

joshua didn’t need to ask, he knew the answer and still, he wanted to hear the words tremble out of her addictive mouth. syllables rolled off her tongue how much she needed him, forcing him to end the training session and busy himself with her body.

she whined at the question, despising the fact that he wanted to lure the sentence out of her, make her beg for his attention. but she has never been the easiest challenge from their first date until this day. an idea popped in her head, the way she could turn this situation around and reach the moment, she desired. leaning further forward to speak without having another person eavesdropping on the conversation, she smiled innocently at him.

“leon’s looking good, maybe i should ask him if he has a couple of minutes for me.” the words caught the male off guard, he didn’t expect a sort of comeback from the needy female. jaw clenched, the fuming anger about her thoughts with someone else caused a sudden possession. the need to show her who she truly belonged to and that those thoughts were entirely wrong to speak or think.

fleshy fingers quickly found her face, the thumb pressed into the left cheek while the other four dug into the right one. pulling her closer to his reddened face, joshua closes the gap between them with a hard kiss. cheers erupted from around them, commentary was shared and laughter about the mature actions shared between the football player and his girlfriend.

“shouldn’t have said that.” joshua growled against her lips, leaning back to climb off the bicycle. the dusty gray v neck was thrown over the shoulder when he raised his hand to announce their departure.

for the males in the gym, he looked like a man who trained the entire day with the sweaty chest and the reddened face. instead, the muscles were relaxed, the anger burned in his blood and he needed to release it on the person who caused it. walking out of the room, she followed the fuming boyfriend like a lost puppy with her head down and chewing on the bottom lip. she didn’t know if the words caused the wrong reaction, if joshua was truly angered and the words led to an argument instead of being trapped underneath him while he pounded into her.

as she rounded the corner towards the locker rooms, two large hands grabbed her by the waist and pushed her against the nearest wall. surprised by the sudden actions, she gasped as joshua trapped her between the cold wall and his warm figure. with the back turned to him, she could feel the bulge against the curve of her ass.

hot breath fanned over the ear, as joshua dipped his head further down and blew featherlight kisses against the heated skin underneath her lobe. lids fell close as the ecstasy over washed any other emotion, and a quiet whimper rolled off her tongue.

“oh, you shouldn’t have thought about using goretzka as an attempt to get to me. should have just asked me nicely to fuck you.” letting his long fingers graze around her waist, he dipped them under the waistband of her jogging trousers. digits sprawled out above the underwear, he didn’t move them further than slightly underneath the belly button.

“anything else you want, huh?” joshua questioned the female, the anger infiltrated his voice as he chuckled slightly. “you.” she whimpered, the bottom lip quivering as she tried to push herself off the wall to look at her boyfriend. but he didn’t give her the satisfaction, pushing his hard-on further against her, and as a result, her further against the wall. “exactly what you’re not going to get so easily anymore.”

she wanted him, but she was going to receive the punishment for the tactics she used on him. profoundly, the worst decision she has made in the entirety of their relationship.

the left knee placed on the backside of her thighs, he nudged them apart. with all his actions, joshua never forgot to stay on the gentle side of the world. he would not do anything that would cause her harm, he would hate himself if she had to experience such pain because of him. even when he was much rougher than usual, the blonde kept it easy-going.

“i could fuck you right here, against this wall.” he whispered against her skin as the soft lips traveled towards the left shoulder. the fingers that pressed into the waist moved up until he reached the thick strap of the tank top. peeling the fabric off the skin carefully, his lips left a trail of wet kisses along the shoulder blade. “and maybe, leon will walk around the corner, and see you like this. a whimpering mess for me.”

“josh, please.” she whined, hating to be declined of touching him. running the delicate fingers over the defined chest, down over the abs and towards the thin shorts which hung low on the trained body.

“i can’t wait to hear you beg the entire night, love.” joshua grinned against the heated skin of his girlfriend, slowly and carefully biting the shoulder blade before stepping back from and releasing his tight grip on her. cheeks flustered from the sudden impact, the lids still closed, she didn’t bother to move an inch while the blonde admired the picture, he created. a mess of desire and lust, a whimpering mess for him.

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nuestraluzdelaluna · 3 years

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Dating Leon goretzka would include:

includes mentions of smut

playing with his curls

him holding you all night

loving the feeling of his arms around you and always touching his bicep

holding hands

you loving his hands

always playing with his fingers and tracing his veins

cute nicknames

always cheering him on either from home or in the stadium

wearing his jersey out and around the house and him loving it

him loving your support for him and his team

celebrating wins together and cheering him up after a loss

him loving a matching red set on you

leon calling you things such as schatz and prinzessin

always saying ich liebe dich because he says it has more meaning in his language

loving to hear him speak german

you loving to see him be passionate about things that are important to him

him having a lot of stamina

leon having no problem to fuck your all night long

him loving to eat you out

loving leons lips and always trying to steal kisses

him claiming he needs a good luck kiss to play better

him always kissing your neck

hickeys. a lot.

him making you laugh so much and he would love that

not much of pda unless he gets jealous and wants to show people you are his girl

being close with serge and joshua

him being happy that you get along with his friend/ teammates

leon would always introduce you as mein mädchen

taking you to bavaria mad showing you german culture

meeting his parents and them loving you

wanting to get a dog together

you guys not minding to cuddle all day

but also enjoying a day out

taking a lot of pictures of him and constantly changing your lockscreen

him being a cute boyfriend

sending you as much flowers as possible and always telling you how much he loves you

depending on the distance between you the facetimes getting more and more

you loving his voice and always calming down when you hear him talk

his morning voice being the sexiest thing ever

you calling him handsome and leon getting shy about it

him trying to get you to play a bit of football with him

being the cutest couple out there

schatz - baby ( literally translated ‘treasure’)

prinzessin - princess

ich liebe dich - i love you

mein mädchen - my girl

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ao3feed-football · 3 years

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Suits

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/3ueS81w

by severine220993

Written by Nitalia Nguyen Date: September 14, 2021 Manuel Neuer/Thomas Muller. Neuler . B-sides characters: Joshua Kimmich, Marcel Sabitzer, Julian Nagelsmann. Thomas Müller has a special kink when it comes to white shirt and suits. Song for the fic: Fire on fire – Sam Smith https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zwMHXgusVzk Just a random plot popped into my head when Bayern Munich's players arrived at Munich's airport in Hugo Boss black suits, looking unbelievably cool, one day before their very first UCL match this season against Barcelona. Please excuse the ending. :D Besides, I think I began to fall for Marcel Sabitzer since he joined Bayern this season. Really hope that he will go far and achieve more at FCB.

Words: 3110, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Men's Football RPF, bayern - Fandom

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: FC Bayern München Players, Marcel Sabitzer, Joshua Kimmich, Julian Nagelsmann

Relationships: Thomas Müller/Manuel Neuer

Additional Tags: Neuller - Freeform, Sex, Fluff and Smut, Suits

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Hi I don’t know if your requests are open, but if they are can I request praising head cannons (both NFSW and SFSW) for my baby Benji please 👉👈♥️

Benjamin Pavard praising reader -Imagine-

A/N: *high fives u bc I love praising as well* I was drinking hot milk in a mug and wearing a huge hoodie while writing this so, yup, super comfy. Thanks for your request, I LOVE the topic <3 Hope you like it!!!

It started as something organic in your relationship. Of course, he has eyes only for you, so giving you compliments was natural. Benjamin would love you could see yourself through his eyes, so in trying to do so, he highlights the things he loves about you that maybe you can't see in yourself.

"I love to see you becoming the best version of yourself." He replies as you rest your head against his shoulder and tell him how everything is going with your work. He knows it's been difficult for you so he praises you for every single one of your achievements.

One of the best parts of praising you is that he adores your blushing face, and how happy it makes you, so he is more than glad to keep giving you compliments and highlighting everything he loves about you.

You can expect texts from him trough the day with compliments of how you looked today, how pretty your hair looks, the way that hoodie makes you look adorable, and how bad it makes him want to hug you.

"I want to show you off to everyone. Is just that... Look at you, why are you so perfect?" He knew that sometimes you were not the best at receiving compliments, so he reassured you that is ok and as long as you feel good with them.

One thing he tends to do is give you a light pat on the head every time you share with him something you did, doesn't matter if huge or small, any achievement for you is one for him as well.

NSFW headcanons and disclaimer under the cut

The first time you gave him an oral it was a surprise for Benjamin, he likes to pleasure you first, so when you took the initiative, the reward was 100% worth the risk, because his moans were music to your ears and after finishing, he asks between ragged breaths as he caresses your cheeks "Who's my good girl?".

He loves telling you how much he adores your body, how perfect you look to him, and how he melts every time he sees you only in your underwear or without anything at all.

"I love the way you bend for me" He lowers himself to whisper in your ear as he slowly runs the open palm of his hand through the full length of your back. You're in one of his favorite positions, your face against the pillow and your ass raised so he has full access to you.

"You feel so good. Everything of you." His favorite part of praising you is doing it when you're most vulnerable, in a position where he and only he can see you, that part of you that is his property.

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

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futbolfics · 7 years

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Moiety (Mats Hummels Imagine) Ch. 2 Repercussions

Disclaimer: This chapter is R-Rated for those who are uncomfortable please do not read. However, part one can be found here.

You gazed up at the digital clock and glanced back down at your phone anxiously, reading the words Mats had sent to you over an hour ago. ‘I’ll be over by eleven, we need to talk about some things.’ You bit your lip in nervous anticipation as the door handle began to turn clockwise. “Hey you,” he interjected while dropping his keys carelessly on the coffee table and peeling off his black hugo boss overcoat. “Did you record Modern Family for us?” he asked earnestly, as his brown-eyed gaze locked onto yours.

“Yeah, it’s right on the DVR,” you conceded, while hastily looking for the television remote underneath the navy couch cushions. Two seconds later you felt a sinewy frame that you had grown accustomed to, press up against your waist from behind you.

“Looking for this?” he mused with a smirk etched upon his face, as he placed the remote on the palm of your outstretched hand. As the two of you sat side-by-side on the upholstery, you felt an arm gradually begin to outstretch, and engulf your lissome frame into Mats’s warmth. You sighed heavily, resting your head upon the edge of Mats’s shoulder, as you let your body rhythmically rise and fall with each inhale and subsequent exhale he took. As the episode concluded you felt his eyes watch you in annoyance.

“Are we going to talk about what the fuck you were doing with that bartender I specifically warned you against talking to?” he inquired angrily, still maintaining his position with his arm wrapped protectively against your shoulder blade.

“You mean, Andrew?” you questioned indifferently causing Mats to abruptly stand up in front of the television.

“I could give less of a fuck about his name,” Mats spat while reaching over and turning off Modern Family. “I told you to keep your distance, and what did you do?” he questioned irritatedly. “You fucking continued to talk to him like it was your job,” he concluded crossly.

“He’s a co-worker, Mats,” you retorted, while standing up to rival his muscular stature. “I don’t know what you expect me to do? Would you have rather I not talk to him the entire night?” you inquired with a hint of sarcasm.

“Yeah, pretty much,” Mats adamantly argued. “Or maybe- I don’t know-” he began cruelly, “keep your interactions with him to a minimum instead of being all over him.”

“This is so rich coming from you,” you interrupted, as sentiments of astringent jealousy began to seep through your skin pores. “You’re the one who goes home to a wife every night,” you indignantly reminded him, “and now you’re expecting me to practice restraint when talking to other men.”

“Yeah, well if I’m remembering correctly, I pointedly told you he had a bad reputation,” he retorted while stepping closer to you, causing your skin to absorb his hot breath. “So I don’t think it was a matter of me being jealous,” he boasted arrogantly placing a hand firmly on your shoulder blade, “I think it was more of a fucking safety matter,” he scoffed while rolling his eyes.

Instinctively you swapped at his hand, engendering him to back off. “I’m a big girl, Mats,” you confidently rationed, attempting to drown any aspect of guilt from your intonation. “I can handle myself,” you unwaveringly asserted, while turning your back to him, and promptly walking towards you bedroom, knowing that Mats was trailing your every footstep.

“Yeah, you sure fucking proved that tonight,” he spat angrily, as you reluctantly felt the corner of your eyes become increasingly soaked with salty water. You gazed up at with teary-eyed frustration, as his hickory eyes began to reflect something different than impassioned rage- guilt. “Babe,” he began quietly, sitting down on the bed next to you, “I just wish you cared about yourself and your safety as much as I do,” he surmised sincerely while placing a hand firmly on the warmth of your thigh.

“Please, all you give a shit about is whether or not I’m available for a quick fuck,” you pushed back, while smacking his hand, yet again, off of your thigh. “And you proved that tonight,” you croaked, shaking your head in resentment. “Now me and- I’m sorry what’s your name?” you mimicked, adding emphasis on the words ‘what’s your name.’

“It was wrong of me to say that,” Mats admitted while trying to apologetically grasp the palm of your hand. “But you know, what’s between me and you is a lot more than fucking,” he urged as you felt his fingers intertwine with yours. Before you could manage a response, you felt a slight pull of you arm, which ushered you to the bed next to him, as his hand moved to your waist. “I love our movie nights,” he whispered into your ear, while planting a delicate bite on the nape of your neck. “I love the way you wake me up in the morning,” he added while moving his head to work on the opposite portion of your neck. “And I love how happy you make me and everyone else around you,” he concluded as you felt the flesh of his lips press up against yours possessively. His hand supported your neck, while his tongue aggressively assaulted every corner of your mouth.

“Mats,” you began, trying helplessly to articulate each syllable of your words through the compulsion of wanting to fervently moan. With one swoop of his arm, he had you stationed dependently underneath the weight of his six foot stature, as he continued to trail kisses and bites down the length of your neck. He hastily peeled off your shirt and began focusing his attention onto the width of your chest. His fingers methodically kneaded and rubbed every nerve ending of your body, as his lips occasionally nipped at your sensitive skin. Mats hastily pulled his top off causing you to dig the edges of your fingernails deeper into the flesh on his back. He reached behind you and unclasped your bralette with one hand, as a coy smirk etched upon his face. “Smartass,” you mumbled through his kiss, engendering him to cough out laughter and playfully run the edge of his teeth against your neck. You felt Mats’s groin press up against yours, as he triumphantly claimed your mouth in yet another hot bruising assault, while his hands eagerly tugged away at your pants.

“Ficken” Mats groaned in German, as you felt his member press up against your entrance. He plunged deeply into you, as you felt him familiarly stretch you out. Despite the fact that Mats was the only person you had ever truly had sex with, his skills at fucking marginalized any preconceived fantasies you had once dared to imagine. As the quick movements of his hips formed a rhythmic imbrication with your body, you felt recognizable sensation of euphoria resonate from your pelvic area.

“Mats,” you stammered as he continued his assault against your G-spot, pushing you to the brink of a mind-numbing orgasm. Right before you could reach that feeling of ineffable bliss, Mats withdrew out of your tight glove of heat, ignoring your desperate pleas for more.

“You know what this is for, right?” he cautioned before placing sloppy kisses down the side of your neck. To your relief, he then reinserted his member and sped up his thrusts, as you clamped your legs around his waist, urging him to bring you back to a euphoric climax. Your entire body was throbbing for a release as Mats, yet again, pulled out from what should have been your orgasm.

“Please,” you begged fervently, as Mats continued to lather your body with harsh kisses that consisted primarily of teeth. “Mats,” you practically whined, as you dug your fingernails harder into his back causing him to elicit a satisfactory groan.

“You’re doing so well babe,” Mats encouraged through sharp breaths. “But tonight’s behavior was an indication of your constant defiance,” he admonished coyly, before re-entering your body and thrusting his hips at a painfully slow pace.

“Mats,” you stammered while forcibly pushing your eyelids shut, as his pace elevated. “Please no, not a third time,” you pleaded, while your head leaned back towards the pillow.

“I won’t, I promise,” Mats whispered as you felt his hips continue to snap, causing you to outcry a litany of moans and to see visions of stars. Your walls went taut, causing the older man to come undone. “All fucking mine,” he growled into your ear, as you felt his warm release spill into you. Mats withdrew from you almost instantly and collapsed on the grey sheets next to you, tired and sweaty, he engulfed you protectively into his arms. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Mats questioned attentively, pushing a strand of hair away from your face.

You shook your head, and croaked a “Not really,” in response. Your limbs were about as stable as jelly, but somehow you mustered the strength to reach up and gradually kiss Mats.

“I love you y/n,” Mats whispered down to you, running his fingers through your hair.

“I love you too,” you whispered his neck, as you nestled your tired limbs into his embrace.

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