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Martin arriving at a Hotel in Oslo ahead of the friendle games they are about to play this upcoming friday
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danleydon.com
#martin odegaard#odegaard#bukayo saka#saka#arsenal#afc#gunners#gooners#arsenal fc#illustration#digital art
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martin and erling playing with each other. besties 🥰
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luv their bromance
#martin odegaard#martin ødegaard#odegaard#ødegaard#arsenal#arsenal fc#erling håland#erling haaland#haaland#football
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Martin out here casually making me question my heterosexuality.
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martin odegaard icons
#martin odegaard#odegaard#icons martin odegaard#icons odegaard#icons arsenal#icons arsenal odegaard#icons premier league#icons football#arsenal
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WOL v ARS
M. Ødegaard 54' 75'
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7 years apart
Martin Ødegaard 17 years old
Martin Ødegaard 24 years old
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when you're so good at playing football you do wharever you want to do🤴🏼
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coach <3
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aaron ramsdale/martin odegaard | comfort (smut) ♡
for @elmatadorisgay <3
The air in the room is heavy with the lingering emotions of the recent match. Aaron, despite having been ecstatic to start, can't shake off the cloud of melancholy that seems to hang over him. The congratulatory hugs from his teammates felt distant, unable to breach the barrier of the emotions he bears.
Martin, keenly aware of Aaron's post-match blues, takes charge. He ushers Aaron home, determined to turn the evening around. The aroma of a home-cooked meal fills the space, a comforting touch that begins to lift the weight from Aaron's shoulders.
The evening unfolds in a symphony of muted emotions, the clinking of utensils against plates providing a rhythm to the scene. Martin glances at Aaron, noting the lingering shadows in his eyes, and decides to break the silence.
"You were incredible out there, Aaron. I mean it," Martin says, his voice a soothing melody.
Aaron manages a small smile, appreciating the genuine encouragement. "Thanks. Just feels like... I don't know. Could've done more, maybe."
Martin reaches across the table, his hand covering Aaron's. "You did more than enough. You kept a clean sheet. You helped send us back to the top of the table."
The weight on Aaron's shoulders seems to ease with Martin's words. They finish their meal, the conversation drifting to lighter topics – favourite films, shared hobbies, anything to distract from the remnants of the match. Laughter punctuates the air, a testament to the growing ease between them.
As they migrate to the couch, Aaron's posture relaxes, a visible shift in his demeanour. Martin curls up next to him, and silence settles between them, not awkward but comforting. Then, Martin breaks it with a teasing grin.
"You know," he begins, "I think you deserve a reward for that performance."
Aaron raises an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "Oh, do I now? And what's this reward?"
Martin leans in, his lips brushing against Aaron's ear. "A special kind of encouragement," he whispers, sending shivers down Aaron's spine.
Their kisses become a language of their own, each press of lips conveying unspoken emotions. Aaron's fingers tangle in Martin's hair, and Martin responds with a gentle nip that elicits a soft sigh from Aaron. The air between them is charged with a quiet electricity, a shared understanding that surpasses the need for words.
As the passion intensifies, the couch becomes a safe haven, a place where the outside world fades into insignificance. Desire is exchanged in breathy whispers, punctuated by stolen glances. Aaron pulls Martin closer, the warmth of their connection casting aside the remnants of his disillusionment.
They move in sync, Aaron stripping Martin of his shirt as the other scrambles for the hem of his own, and the touch of skin to skin calms Aaron immensely. His breathing hitches when Martin's lips press against his chest.
"Fuck."
Aaron breathes out softly as he curls his fingers into his captain's golden head of hair, and he can feel Martin's pleased grin against his skin as he migrates down Aaron's body.
When Martin finally wraps a hand around his cock, Aaron swears up at the ceiling again, having to snap away his gaze from the sight of Martin leaning over him, mouth poised, just so he doesn't come already.
Then Martin takes his cock into his mouth and suddenly it's hard for Aaron to breath again.
His captain tells him how well he did, how proud he is, in between breaths, but Aaron barely catches any of it at all, his eyes squeezing shut as Martin hollows out his cheeks and sucks.
"Fuck," Aaron says again, "You know what you're doin' to me?"
Martin's answering grin says he does.
"I'm not done with you yet," That shoots excited shivers down Aaron's spine, pooling where his cock throbs against his belly, "You're gonna fuck me."
Who is Aaron to say no?
He watches, wordlessly, as Martin opens himself up in his lap, writhing and moaning before he's dragging Aaron upwards to meet him in a flurry of kisses and Aaron swallows every sound he makes.
It's heavenly when he finally slips inside of Martin, his cock enveloped by his warmth as his captain grasps desperately at his chest and it's Aaron's turn to soothe, "I've got you." in hushed whispers against Martin's ear.
Martin's a delight to listen to once Aaron gets properly moving. Gasping and moaning perfectly against his lips, telling Aaron how well he's fucking him. How well he fills him up.
Aaron thrusts into him harder, determined to please and overwhelm Martin who's done so much for him and is always so kind, and is rewarded with Martin coming first, his cock spurting feebly in between them as Aaron continues to press inside him, brushing up against his prostate.
Martin clings to Aaron for dear life as he releases inside of him, panting hot breaths before he's searching for Martin's lips to kiss again.
And in the hushed moments between kisses, Aaron finally speaks, his voice filled with a mix of gratitude and longing. "Thank you. I needed this."
Martin smiles against Aaron's lips, the unspoken promise of more to come evident in his gaze. Together, they navigate the delicate dance of emotions, finding solace in each other's arms as the evening unfolds.
♡
#aaron deserves all the love 💔#martin is there for him :(((#england#england national team#england nt#england football#football#football rpf#fics#aaron ramsdale#ramsdale#the arsenal#arsenal#arsenal fc#martin odegaard#odegaard#rammers
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