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wecanseethekilos · 10 months

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All I Want Is You — Jude Bellingham

— Parings: Jude Bellingham x Reader

— Summary: Jude takes you to his apartment after a drunken night

— Warnings: None (???)

— Author’s Note: tbh i wrote this quite awhile ago i just rlly wanted to post it 😭

play “all i want is you” by miguel rn!! it fits the vibe 100%

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It was late at night when you and Jude finally left the party. It was a relatively small gathering of Jude’s teammates attending London’s hottest club.

His hand was wrapped around your waist while opening the door to his apartment. You broke free from his grip and stumbled over to the kitchen island. “Jude! Guess what?” you said in a singsong voice, slumping your head on the counter, “I kissed a boy tonight” He walked over and lifted you from the counter, leading you to his room. “I know. I saw you.” He says. “Were you jealous?” you whispered while raising an eyebrow. “Love, you’re drunk, do you know that? Hm?”

You shook your head yes furiously. “I had two shots, two cocktails, and another shot.” you twirled onto his bed. “I wanted to forget.” His expression suddenly went from concerned to puzzled. “You wanted to forget what?”

“You.” you sighed, “How much I want you. But we both know I can’t have you.” He walked over to the bed and sat beside you, helping you remove your heels, “I’m right here.”

“But your my best friend,” I huffed, “I can’t lose you. Literally no one dates their best friend.” He fiddled with the straps of your heels before placing them on the floor and speaking up. “You won’t lose me,” he brushed your cheek, “It was always you.”

You stared at his lips then into his eyes. Your stomach fluttered at the thought of kissing him. He didn’t know how long you wanted to just kiss him. As if he read your mind, he crashed into your lips. The kiss was slow and passionate. It’s crazy what 4 years of pent up emotions could do to you. His hands rested on your hips. Your hands grasped his white button down shirt.

He pulled away, lips curving into a smile. “I like kissing you.” You giggled, smiling back. “finally.”

Your lips dove back into his. Wrapping your arms around his head, giving a fiery kiss. That familiar feeling of fluttering in your stomach returned. This was all you wanted. You were the first to pull away this time. “You just can’t help yourself, can you?”

“I just kissed the Jude Bellingham. Who couldn't help themselves?” He chuckled, “Let’s get you changed.”

He grabbed one of his shirts from his closet and walked back over to me. “Jude?” you called. “Hm?” He replied.

“I need help with my clothes,” you whined and sat up so he could unzip your dress. Jude pushed your hair back and started to unzip my dress. He slid it, down, leaving you exposed with only your undergarments.

You’ve never felt uncomfortable around Jude. You’ve known him for so long you’d trust him with anything. “Lift your arms for me, love.” you obeyed and lifted your arms so he could slide the shirt on.

“Thanks,” you smiled. Jude pulled the covers over you and smiled back. “Goodnight,” you said while slurring your words. He simply planted a kiss on your forehead and turned off the lamp.

#jude bellingham #jude bellingham fanfic #jude bellingham fluff #jude bellingham one shot #jude bellingham oneshot #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham x reader #football one shot #soccer imagine #soccer one shot #football imagine #football drabble #football masterlist #soccer masterlist #wecanseethekilos

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p8dri · 1 year

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˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ MASTERLIST !

requests are open for any footballer !

tags. fluff (f) smut (m) angst (a)

kylian mbappé

a l w a y s a

b l o n d f a

jude bellingham

r i s k y m

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tarjapearce · 9 months

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MIGUEL O'HARA PLAYLIST A03

ONGOING SERIES:

Bad Teachings: Miguel O'Hara. A retired 42-year-old teacher with a fistful of issues tailing after him. You were a slip in temptation of his already warped up world, his student. Nothing should come out of it, right?

(Initial College Professor/Older Miguel AU +18 ) Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt.4 Pt.5 Pt. 6 Pt. 7 Pt. 8 Pt. 9 Pt. 10 Pt. 11 Pt. 12 Pt. 13 Pt. 14 Pt. 15 Pt. 16 Pt. 17 Pt. 18

Iridiscent Mermaids, a childish and fantasy tale. Or so, The infamous pirate, The Red Eyed Demon, or Miguel O'Hara, thought.

PirateAU! x Mermaid! Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4 Pt. 5

Mi Dulce Cereza (Ranchero! Novela AU!) Finding a path in life has never been so thrilling, but would you withstand life's punches?

Pt 1. Pt 2. Pt 3. Pt. 4 Pt. 5 Pt. 6 Pt. 7 Pt. 8 (UNDER REVAMP AND REWRITE)

Crimson Crown: (Royal AU) A dark king that is known to be ruthless, knows the true meaning of many things. War and love amongst them.

Pt1. Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt.4 Pt.5 Pt. 6 Pt. 7 Pt. 8 Pt. 9

Of Flowers And Hummingbirds It was a simple retirement party at Alchemax. But Universe decided you'd get so much more.

Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4 Pt. 5 Pt. 6 Pt. 7

The Immorality Of Love (Pretty Woman but Victorian Era Inspired) Pt. 1

REQUESTS:

Dilf! Miguel HC (+18)

Impostor (Angst)

Workaholic (+18)

Ley Del Hielo (Angst)

As My Own (Fluff)

Bouncy (Mild mild +18)

El Charro Negro

A Wacky Spider (Mild +18)

A Life Ahead (Fluff)

Tentateur (+18)

Prey Game (Mild +18) Pt. 2

Marvelous (Fluff)

Complicated Birth

Food Daydreaming

Need a Hand?

Shorts, TWO Shots and Extras

Mating Season (+18)

Cast Away Pt. 2

Ways You Propose to Miguel #1

Lap Dance (+18)

Dragon AU! X Mermaid Reader Pt1 Pt2

Mi Dulce Cereza Extras 1 2

Crimson Crown Extras 1

SOCCER FAMILY AU

MIGUELVERSE (+18)

OTHERS

Clandestine Fight Club Reader x Knight Miguel

Imagine: Working Out With Miguel

Miguel x Reader x Punk! Miguel Pt 2

Plus Size! Reader x Miguel

Mafia Miguel Blurb

Dirty Thinking Migue

Thoughts on Him

PLAYLISTS (Coming soon)

Header made by me

#miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #masterlist #Spiderman 2099 masterlist #t writes✨#miguel o'hara x reader #soccer family ⚽🕷️#Miguelverse

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patriwoso · 9 months

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Always dancing when you’re around • Ana Maria Crnogorčević

Hidden moments with Ana whilst your relationship is hidden from the public, until it isn’t not more. This fic is requested!

“You’ve had too much to drink.” Ana giggled as you cling onto her arms, stumbling around with a cheeky grin on your face.

“We just won the best trophy, EVER!” You exaggerate, grabbing Patri’s hand. “MVP MVP MVP.” You began to chant, the rest of the team joining in.

You hiccuped and held onto Ana’s waist to keep you stood up right. She was the sober one, not a fan of drinking, but you had taken this opportunity to drink and oh did you drink…

“Baby, I feel all fizzy.” You held onto her, sliding your arms around her waist to keep you on your feet.

“Fizzy?” She chuckled. “Y/N/N, do you mean dizzy?”

You hummed and giggled, looking up at her. “Kiss me” You bit your lip, you hands rubbing at her sides.

“That I can do.” Your girlfriend smirks, leaning down to break the height barrier and kissing you softly until you pull away for a breath of air.

“You taste like cola” You tell her, dropping your head on her chest.

Later that night you were laying in bed with Ana, you were dead to the world as you were slotted between the taller girls strong thighs, your head on her chest.

She scrolled through her Instagram feed, clicking on Claudia’s story to see a video of Patri and Cata doing shots, what Claudia didn’t realise is that she had also captured yours and Ana’s heated moment in the back of the video which had now been posted for the world to see.

And that’s where the talking started. You and Ana had almost been dating a year when the first idea of you as a couple had popped into the public eye, and the fans went crazy for it.

When the full time whistle blows, you shake hands with the Switzerland team. Your eyes however only looking for one person. Your person.

"Y/N!" You turn around and see Ana calling you over, stood with Mariona and Lia.

"Hey" You smile softly, just wanting to wrap your arms around the taller girl and tell her how sorry you are.

Spain beat Switzerland 5-1 to advance to the quater finals. You were happy for your team but the feeling was bittersweet as you knocked your girlfriend out of the tournament.

"I'm sorry." You smile sadly with a few tears pricking in your eyes, you didn't like to see Ana sad and knowing you scored 2 against her makes it worse.

"Don't be sorry my love." She puts an arm around you and you hug her gently, being careful with your actions as your relationship is well and truly kept out of the public eye.

You tug on the bottom of her jersey as you pull away from each other. "Can we swap?"

"Of course!" She smiles through her tears, pulling her shirt off and swapping with you.

You keep control of yourself to not look at her with the eyes that are kept away from the rest of the world. Mariona nudged you and giggled when she saw you trying hard to look away from Ana's body.

"I wish we didn't have to do that." You frown, looking at her sad eyes. "I just want to hug you so bad right now." You breathe out.

"Me too, but not here, love." Ana looks at you with her loving eyes, the ones filled with adoration saved especially for you. "I'll find you inside." she promises.

You nod as you continue to chat for a while, until Alexia comes over and tells you that the national team staff have asked for everyone to come into the changing room to get ready to head back to the hotel as you had a flight to catch.

Once you'd changed back into your travel wear you put Ana's jersey into your own bag to keep it with you so it wasn't to get lost with the luggage for the kitman.

You waited outside the Swiss changing room with Mariona, turning your head everytime the door opened.

Finally Ana emerged alongside a few of her teammates that you didn't know too well. She told them that they should go off ahead and that she would catch them up, wanted a few minutes with her 'club teammates'.

Mariona turned her back to keep watch for Vilda or any of the other spanish staff that would put an end to the meeting.

"I love you so much." You whispered as Ana held you close, rubbing her hands up your sides as she kissed you softly. "Keep messaging me everyday, even when you go back to Switzerland?" You ask, holding her hands in yours and fiddling with her ring, the ring you have the matching bracelet too.

"I'll message you everyday sweetheart." She kissed your forehead. "Go show the world what a true star you are yeh? I've seen the running for Golden boot. Your in the lead." She smirks. "I want the trophy on the shelf above the bed. Next to the photo of us on the beach."

"I'll try my hardest." You nod, going on tiptoes again to kiss her, melting into each others touch but being broken apart when Mariona coughs, the signal to tell you to split because someone was close by.

Ana presses one more kiss onto your mouth. "I could kiss you forever." She whispers. "I'll see you soon."

On the bus to the airport you sit besides Mariona. You could say you were best friends but she was more like your sister.

"What's the address for the base camp hotel?" You lift your head up from her shoulder.

"Um, it's on my phone somewhere. Sent it to Laia the other day. Why?"

"Ana just asked. Said she wants to send something." You shrug your shoulders a little to say you didn't know much more than that. "Can you send her it from yours?"

She nods.

"Thank you."

You rest your head back onto her shoulder and scroll through social media.

Someone had been keen to spying out the events between you and Ana after the game as photos and videos had made it to Twitter already.

Under a photo of you swapping shirts there were loads of comments saying 'Aww' and 'Barca friends!' but a few fans weren't silly and they knew what they were looking at.

One comment said: 'Reason 1482 to why I think they're dating! Watch Mariona giggling at Y/N when Ana takes off her shirt!🤣'

You smirked to yourself and slipped your phone away, trying to get a bit of sleep before the plane ride.

Why Ana wanted the team hotel address all came clear a few days later when a parcel turned up for you.

"Y/N, a package!" Vilda calls you over after a training session, handing you the brown box.

"Thank you."

You take the box up to your room and put it on the bed. "What did you order?" Mariona asks, laying on her bed in your shared room.

"Nothing" You tell her, using a pen to stabbed at the tape to open it up. "I think it's from Ana."

You open the box to see one of her hoodies, one she took back from you after you'd 'borrowed' it from her in the first place. You smile as you lift it up and put it onto the bed, seeing her Barca shorts from a few seasons back with '18' on the leg of them. She knew you loved to wear her old Barca stuff around the apartment and for bed sometimes.

You find a beaded bracelet with the letter of your name on, another with an A too. A small note telling you that she has the matching ones.

"You two make me sick, your so soppy." Mariona teases, flopping back the bed.

Rummaging through your bag you pull out your phone and try to call her. It goes to answer phone a few times then you realise she must still be travelling home to Switzerland.

Instead, you decide to leave her a message.

You

I love you Ana. Call me when you land, I miss your voice. ❤️

Spain get knocked out by the Netherlands and your on your flight home when you see the message you’ve been waiting for pop up on your phone.

Ana 👅👅

Flying back to Barca tomorrow morning babygirl, I’ll crash at yours and pick you up from airport xx

You giggle at the name of her contact, remembering when she had changed the name one evening on the bus home from an away game. You hadn’t changed it back.

The day after you arrive back in Spain, Ana packs your bags and takes you out for the day. All secrets. That’s what she told you.

She drives down the main road and you wonder where you are going to, she only told you it was a trip. The beach? A night further down the coast line of Spain?

“The airport.” You look at her, half excited and half very confused.

“I’m taking you away for a trip to my home. For our anniversary.” She smiles, looking very incredibly pleased with herself.

“Switzerland?!” You gasp a little, having wanted to visit Ana’s home country for so long.

The plane ride dragged a little, having only been home for less than 24 hours.

You got through customs and collected your bags, deciding to get a coffee to help keep you awake.

“Here” You pass Ana her coffee, taking a sip of yours before screwing your face up. “Oh my god, that’s fucking rank.” You whisper, keeping your voice down with the language you chose to use.

Ana chuckled, taking your coffee and switching it with hers. “Have this one.”

“Thank you, bebita” You used the spanish pet name she loved so much.

You stared into her eyes a little too long and you were snapped out of it when two teen girls came rushing over.

“Hi! We are big Barcelona fans, could we get a picture?” The tallest girl asks.

“Your my favourite player!” The smaller girl tells you.

You take selfies with them and sign their phone case before they rush off back to wherever they appeared from.

Within minutes your phone was blowing up with mentions and tags on your social medias. Photos of you and Ana sharing coffee and looking at each other with loving eyes had been stuck on the internet. Typical.

Comments:

- OMG THEY’RE SO CUTE

- They are defo dating!!!!!

- Y/N is wearing Ana’s jacket!! Look 3 posts ago on her feed - it’s the same one!

- WHERE IS THIS? 😱😱

“Hmmm, they know.” Ana mumbles into your hair, her chin resting on the top of your head.

“We did well keeping it quiet for so long”

You trip in Switzerland was almost over, one day left before you had to fly back to Barcelona.

“I want to post something.” Ana breaks you out of your thought as you search through the suitcase to find your pyjamas.

“Post what?” You look at her, finding the shorts you were after and getting changed.

“Us.. for today, our anniversary. One year is a big deal Y/N”

You nod, looking at her. “If your okay with that then I’m cool with it too.” You smile.

Ana took her phone out and made an Instagram post with a caption:

One year with my favourite girl❤️‍🩹

In the post she attached a few photos and videos along with it.

1. A photo of you walking up ahead, climbing a mountain in Switzerland.

2. A video of you both dancing in the changing room after the champions league final. Ana had put her arms around you and forced you to dance in the middle of the locker room.

3. A photo of you both with the UWCL trophy on the pitch after the match.

4. A photo of you asleep in bed, a blanket covering you and a sleep mask with false lashes she had stuck on the top to make it look funny.

5. A video of Ana giving you a piggy back on the beach. Keira had taken this video on a double date with her and Lucy.

6. A photo of you in each others jerseys after the world cup match, Mariona and Lia stood at your sides too after they had switched as well.

7. A photo of you asleep on Ana as she tried to read a book, your head nestled into her neck.

8. A photo of you and Ana on the beach. You had your hands over your breasts, as you had stripped from you bikini top, and sunglasses on your head. Ana sat behind you and peering over your shoulder making a silly face.

9. A video of you dancing in the rain outside the stadium in Germany at your game against Bayern.

10. A picture of you both kissing in the club after the UWCL win.

You smiled as the tag came up on your Instagram feed, reposting the post onto your story with the video of you dancing in the rain.

Giggling as you wrote a cheesy caption with

‘Always dancing your around 😘’

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muffinpink02 · 14 days

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Masterlist

Alexia Putellas

Its Not What You You Know, It’s Who You Know Smut 18 reader

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Alexia Putellas

Taking Your Crown Smut 18 reader

Taking Your Crown part 2 wip

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Alexia Putellas, Lucy Bronze, Mapi Leon, Ona Battle

Guess Who Smut 18 reader

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Lucy Bronze & Alessia Russo

Like A Virgin Smut 18

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Lucy Bronze & Leah Williamson

Co-Host Smut 18

Co-Host Part 2 Smut 18

Co-Host Part 3 Smut 18

Co-Host Part 4 Smut 18

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Lucy Bronze & Ona Batlle

Bronze Is Better Than Gold

Bronze Is Better Than Gold Part 2

Bronze Is Better Than Gold Part 3

Part 4 wip

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Lucy Bronze & Ona Batlle

The Big O Smut 18

#woso soccer #women’s football #woso #woso community #lucy bronze #woso fanfics #woso smut #leah williamson #alessia russo #alexia putellas #mapi leon #ona batlle #masterlist #woso imagine #woso couples #woso x reader #woso masterlist

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lessirussoss · 11 months

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georgia stanway as your girlfriend

• physical touch. lingering touches when standing next to one another, pinky’s intertwined when around those who aren’t completely familiar with the two of you. you aren’t massive on pda but there’s always a hand on your hip or an arm wrapped around georgia’s bicep.

• MATCHING OUTFITS. but not the cringy ones that are like exactly the same but matching colours or coordinating ones and the same shoes. everyone loves it too, but georgia’s never the one choosing, you always choose the colours or the shoes and it’s known that it works like that too.

• always posting eachother, but like off guard pictures always of them when looking away or pictures of you two that teammates and friends took of you during a conversation or a quiet moment between the two of you.

• no one would ever pin georgia as a jealous person before she got with you. her jealousy wasn’t overly possessive but protective in the best way possible. her eyes were always on you, ready to confront anyone who’s eyes were wondering for too long.

• definitely a few tattoos of georgia’s that are dedicated to you, small moments capsulated in a doodle, nights in your city whenever she comes to visit, small trips with just you two and so many more memories are sprinkled over her torso.

• she LOVES when you do her hair, although most of the time her hair’s only in a ponytail or left hanging over her shoulders, she lives for the quiet moments between the two of you while laying in bed after a hectic day out.

• she knows you like the back of her hand, always knowing what to order you at a restaurant if your running a bit late and whenever friends or family ask what to get you for christmas or your birthday she always has the perfect answer.

• you are a main part of her game day rituals, if you play together you’ll do your hair the same while in the changing rooms, if you play separately or don’t play at all you’ll send her a message of encouragement that she’ll read before getting herself ready for the pre match rituals.

• for night outs you’ll get ready in your shared bathroom with music blaring and pre drinks already half empty. you’d always be the last one ready so as she’s waiting she’d stand behind you with arms around your waist admiring your unready state.

• CAFE DATES!! every time you go to a new town or city you have to have at least one date in a new cafe. you’ll always get a tea and georgia will forever be getting a hot chocolate, you always end up sharing a muffin of some sort (probably chocolate) because that’s what she always insists upon buying.

#woso x reader #woso #woso community #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso masterlist #woso one shot #woso soccer #georgia stanway #i don’t know why i decided to post this now but oh well have this ig #lots of love

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darkstar225 · 4 months

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@woso-fan13 Updated Masterlist

Updated: 04 January 2024

I have no clue why I did this, I just love this writer sm and wish I could check everything in one place since I keep re-reading the fics lol

PS: If the writer wants me to delete the post and send it to you so you'll post it, feel free to message me! I just love the fics and felt like doing this :D

It didn't fit everything so check out @woso-fan13 for the other masterlist with the rest S2

Sicktember 2023

Number 1: Hopelessly Bad at Self-Care

Number 2: Quest For A Cure

Number 3: “What Happened To Your Phenomenal Immune System, Huh?”

Number 4: Hiding an Illness

Number 5: Preventative Measures (Not Taken)

Number 6: Sick & Injured

Number 7: “You’re A Jerk When You’re Sick”

Number 8: Persistent Fever

Number 9: White Coat Syndrome

Number 10: “The Only Place We’re Going Is To The Pharmacy”

Number 11: Beginner’s Guide To Faking Sick

Number 12: Home Remedy/Old Wives Tale

Number 13: Anxious Stomach

Number 14: “I shouldn’t be worried about you, but for some reason I am.”

Number 15: Sick in an Inconvenient Place

Number 16: Consulting the Internet/Web MD

Number 17: Magical Remedy/ Healing Potion

Number 18: “Wear Your Coat, You’ll Catch a Cold”

Number 19: Curled Up With a Pet

Number 20: Cramping Pain

Number 21: “But if you stay, you’ll get sick too.”

Number 22: Terms of Endearment/Nicknames

Number 23: Coughing Fit

Number 24: “Did you just sneeze?”

Number 25: Confused/Disoriented

Number 26: Forehead Kisses

Number 27: Uncooperative Patient

Number 28: “I should have stayed home”

Number 29: Side Effects/Adverse Reaction

Number 30: Patient 0

WHUMPTOBER 2023

Number 1: “But now this room is spinning while I’m trying just to fill in all the gaps.”

Number 2: “I’ll call out your name, but you won’t call back.”

Number 3: “Like crying out in empty rooms; with no-one there except the moon.”

Number 4: “I see the danger, It’s written there in your eyes.”

Number 5: “You better pray I don’t get up this time around.”

Number 6: “Do or die, you’ll never make me; Because the world will never take my heart.”

Number 7: “I paced around for hours on empty; I jumped at the slightest of sounds.”

Number 8: “I’ve got soul, but I’m not a soldier.”

Number 9: “Learning everything ain’t what it seems, that’s the thing about these days.”

Number 10: “Can’t you see that you’re lost without me?”

Number 11: “All the lights going dark and my hope’s destroyed.”

Number 12: “I haven’t slept in days but who’s counting?”

Number 13: “It comes and goes like the strength in your bones.”

Number 14: “Feed me poison, fill me ‘till I drown.”

Number 15: “I don’t need you to help me, I can handle things myself.”

Number 16: “Would you lie with me and just forget the world?”

Number 17: “You’re the lump in my throat and the knot in my chest.”

Number 18: “I tend to deflect when I’m feeling threatened.”

Number 19: “I’ll take one final step, all you have to do is make me.”

Number 20: “People don’t change people, time does.”

Number 21: “See the chains around my feet.”

Number 22: “They never saw us coming, ‘til they hit the floor.

Number 23: “It’s gonna get me by the end of the night.”

Number 24: “I’ve got a head full of chemicals; mouth full of ridicule.”

Number 25: “You’re not delivering a perfect body to the grave.”

Number 26: “Sometimes I get so tired; I don’t even know myself.”

Number 27: “You drew stars around my scars; But now I’m bleeding.”

Number 28: “We might not make it to the morning; so go on and tell me now.”

Number 29: “I only sink deeper the deeper I think.”

Number 30: “It’s okay, just to say, ‘I’m not okay’.”

Number 31: “I thought that I was getting better.”

Comfortember 2023

Safe

Sweater Weather

Leaves Changing

Warmth

Treehouse

Notes

Sick/Illness

Grief/Mourning

Aftermath

Sadness

Comfort Show/Movie

Dreams

Baking

Late Night Phone Calls

Plushies

Coffee/Tea Break

Heirloom

Cuddles

Loved Ones

Shopping

Relapse

Cry

Anxiety

Blankets

Rain

Friends

Soup

Flashbacks

Sleepover

The New Normal

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #uswnt players #uswnt imagines #uswnt woso #uswnt reader #woso x reader #reader insert #x reader #woso imagine #woso soccer #womens soccer #woso #masterlist

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russolover · 1 year

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Soccer Mom's

The familiar smell of strawberries took over your senses as you started stirring in your sleep. Your arms were still loosely wrapped around your beautiful wife as you listened to her soft snores. It was only a matter of time until your quiet bubble would be broken down by the two devils itself.

The two devils being your and alessias daughters. They were carbon copies of their mommy, from their lightblue eyes to their strawberry blonde hair. The only difference was that they inherited your character traits.

The perfect mix, right?

Being very social and protective was definitely one of them. Especially your older daughter, Isabella. She didn't let anything or anyone bother her or her little sister. It was very sweet to see how protective the 5 year old could get whenever her little sister was involved.

It was one of your and Alessias favourite things, especially cause both of you grew up with a lot of siblings.

Sofia just turned 3 and was definitely the joker between the two of them. The younger girl idolised her aunties, more specifically auntie tooney, which led to her babysitting both of them a lot of times. Lets just say that this had a lot of influence on the kids.

Football was also a very big topic in your household. The kids were used to watching you and alessia play as well as going to camps with you two together. This led to both of them starting to play since they could walk and they were starting to get pretty good. Today was one of their football tournaments and you couldn't wait to see your babies play again.

You started placing soft kisses on the blondes shoulder as she mumbled incoherent sentences.

"morning baby"

She didn't answer but instead turned around to face you as she kept her eyes closed. It took a while for her to get used to the sunlight as she kept on squeezing her eyes shut. You pulled her closer by her waist and placed velvety kisses all around her face which finally got you a giggle from your wife.

"I'd like to be woken up like this everyday from now on"

"that can be arranged"

You chuckled. Before you could say anything else the bedroom door was opened and two little heads peaked into the room. You only heard the sound of footsteps before the two little blondies jumped on top of you and alessia.

"that's a way to wake mommy and me up"

You chuckled as both of the girls made themselves comfortable in between you and your wife. Alessia pulled both of the girls into a cuddle and placed kisses on their cheeks as you watched how their smile grew bigger. You loved your little family.

"mom can we make pancakes?"

Isabella asked you as she shifted into your side.

"sure bella, do you want to help me make them?"

You pulled your daughter closer and placed a kiss on her head as she nodded excitedly.

"sof do you want to help mom as well?

Alessia asked the carbon copy of herself as she caressed the younger girls hair.

"no just eat"

The little girl said as she was fully focussed on her favourite toy bunny. You and alessia started laughing at her bluntness, she truly was your daughter.

"alright little diva you stay with mommy, come on Bella let's make breakfast"

You two went into the kitchen getting started on the pancakes, it was almost a game day tradition to make the two gremlins pancakes with strawberries for breakfast. As Bella snacked on the strawberries while sitting on the countertop, Alessia came into the kitchen with Sofia on her hip. The two of them didn't waste any time by sitting down next to the 5 year old and stealing some strawberries as well.

You watched the three blondies as they were in their own little world, laughing about god knows what.

"Oi you're going to finish all of the strawberries before I even made the pancakes"

The girls only ignored you as they continued to snack on their favourite fruit. You made your way over to the tall Italian to steal the strawberry from her hand and quickly shoving it in your mouth.

"Y/n!"

she shouted as your daughters started laughing out loud.

"What? you didn't give me another choice"

The blonde started pouting as you tried to suppress your laugh. Your hands quickly snaked around her waist to pull her closer off from the countertop and into you.

"Sorry for stealing the strawberry you were not willing to share my love"

"I forgive you, but don't let it happen again"

she chuckled as you placed one last kiss on her lips.

"EW MOMMY STOP"

"NOT WHEN WE ARE TRYING TO EAT"

You turned around with your mouth wide open as your daughters kept teasing you and alessia.

"Don't even start little gremlins, I will kiss mommy as much as I want to"

You started placing several kisses all around alessias face making her giggle uncontrollably and making your daughters immediately hide behind their hands so they wouldn't see anything.

The morning went on pretty quickly from here on and soon enough the four of you were sitting in the car, driving to their football tournament. Sofia and Bella made their way over to their respective teams and starting warming up which looked absolutely adorable.

Alessia couldn't stop taking pictures of the two devils and honestly you didn't blame her. After 20 minutes Sofias game started. Her team did pretty good and she even scored a goal.

"She's just like you when she's scoring"

The little run as she had her arms up in the air reminded you of every single goal celebration from your wife.

"My little striker"

Alessia chuckled as she leaned her head on your shoulder. The blonde intertwined your hands as she kept her gaze on Sofia trying to nutmeg another kid.

"We did pretty good"

"We absolutely did"

When halftime came around, alessia already stood ready on the sidelines with her lunchbox full of orange slices. She kneeled down as soon as the little blonde ran into her direction.

"I'm so proud of you baby, you're doing so well"

She smiled brightly as she kissed Sofias head.

"thank you mommy"

"You're doing amazing bubba and your goal was incredible"

You gave your youngest a quick cuddle and a kiss on the head as she ran back to the team for the second half.

Sofias team ended up winning which made the little blonde very proud of herself. Now, it was the older teams turn.

This game was definitely more physical which alessia didn't like at all. Bella played a bit more reckless than usual, the frustration was clear on her face as that one kid tackled her again. You could swear that your wife was going to walk up to that kids parent anytime now.

At halftime bella stomped over to you and alessia.

"Bubba you're doing so good just keep going"

The blonde said as she gave her daughter a big cuddle.

"Mommy they're playing mean they keep pushing me"

"Just slide tackle them baby-

"no Y/n she*s going to get sent off"

"I was only joking but petal just do what you're doing right now okay? you got this mommy and I believe in you"

Bella went back for the second half while alessia kept on grumbling at you. You looked at the shorter blonde confused.

"What did I do now?"

"Baby you can't just tell her to slide tackle someone what if she does it"

"Less she won't actually do-

The sound of a loud whistle was ringing through your ears and as you looked into the direction of where it was coming from you avoided all kind of eye contact with you wife.

Bella was send off for slide tackling someone and somehow she looked quite proud of herself as she was walking off the field.

"Mom I did what you told me to do"

The 5 year old jumped into your arms with a big smile. You had to bite back your laugh so alessia wouldn't kill you on the spot.

"Baby I'm proud of you but I didn't actually mean slide tackle that kid"

"You didn't?"

The kid in your arms asked as she looked confused

"You know what it doesn't matter, just don't tackle another kid again alright?"

"got it mom, is mommy mad?"

"I think you have to ask mommy"

"Mommy are you mad at me?"

the kid mumbled as alessia pulled her closer.

"what? baby I'm not mad"

She said as she went in to hug Bella. The blonde pulled her into her lap and placed a kiss on her cheek.

"I know how frustrating some games can get especially when the other kids keep fouling you but that doesn't mean you can tackle them, okay bubba?"

"Okay mommy, I won't do it again"

"how about you find your little sister and we go get some ice cream?"

The 5 year old jumped up and kissed each one of her parents cheek before sprinting into the direction of where Sofia was playing with her friends.

"Are you mad at me mommy?

"Oh shut up"

You asked your wife as she couldn't hold back her laugh anymore. You put your arm around her and pulled her closer placing a kiss on the side of her head.

"I can't believe she actually tackled someone"

"Right? and the tackle was pretty good"

"Y/n don't even start"

She hit you softly on your stomach as the both of you made your way over to your daughters who were waiting eagerly to go get their celebratory ice cream.

#alessia russo #engwnt #lionesses #alessia russo x reader #fanfic #lgbtq #woso community #woso fanfics #woso masterlist #woso soccer

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iaeriy · 8 months

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⤷ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ❛︎ arrived at destination ʚ ₊˚

requests 🌷; CLOSED

jf14 pg6 pg8 jb5 fl32 jm42 pd21

#masterlist #football imagine #football smut #soccer smut #gavi smut #joao felix smut #pedri smut #jude bellingham smut #fermin lopez smut

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swayziiwriter · 9 months

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☆ French footballers —

Embrace | Kylian Mbappé

Victory’s symphony | Kylian Mbappé

Pregnancy fluff | Kylian Mbappé

Handprints | Raphaël Varane

Animosity | Kylian Mbappé

Evening jealousy | Kylian Mbappé

Team gala | Jules Koundé

Destruction | Kylian Mbappé

Diamond | Kylian Mbappé

☆ Brazilian footballers —

Needy | Rodrygo Goes

Different | Rodrygo Goes

Gold | Neymar jr

Reward | Vinicius jr

Physical therapy | Neymar jr

Teasing | Vinicius jr

Rainy days | Neymar jr

Date night | Neymar jr

Heat | Richarlison

Ride it | Neymar jr

☆ English footballers —

Yours | Jude Bellingham

Attentive | Marcus Rashford

Vulnerability | Jude Bellingham

Sunrise | Trent Alexander-Arnold

Messy | Mason Mount

Devotion | Jude Bellingham

United | Marcus Rashford

Petty | Jude Bellingham

Nighttime frenzy | Marcus Rashford

Congratulations | Trent Alexander-Arnold

Tension | Jude Bellingham

Curve | Marcus Rashford

Goal scorer | Jude Bellingham

Party monster | Trent Alexander-Arnold

☆ Spanish footballers —

Against me | Pedri González

Talk that talk | Pablo Gavi

Tangled Emotions | Pedri González

Forbidden | Pablo Gavi

Ablaze | Alejandro Balde

Belong to me | Pedri González

Hands to myself | Pablo Gavi

Beachside | Pedri González

Restricted | Pablo Gavi

Pleasure | Pedri González

Apart | Alejandro Balde

Rhythm | Sergio Ramos

Forget | Pablo Gavi

☆ Other footballers —

Persuasive | João Felix

Trench Coat | Erling Haaland

Behind the wheel | Ronald Araújo

Playing with you | João Félix

International | Lionel Messi

Shower | Erling Haaland

Expert | Virgil Van Dijk

#football #football smut #football imagine #masterlist #football fanfic #football masterlist #fluff #soccer #world cup

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wosobot · 11 months

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i wanna start writing fics again i did for years and i’ve written a couple here but stopped! so please send me prompt ideas in my inbox, i’ll write for pretty much any player.

#woso #arsenal wfc #arsenal #lionesses #leah williamson #england #beth mead #engwnt #alessia russo #vivianne miedema #woso imagine #woso x reader #woso imagines #womens soccer #woso masterlist #uswnt #alexia putellas

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highqueenofelfhame · 1 year

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playlist // book cover

one two three four five six seven eight nine ten

#call it what you want #ciwyw #rowaelin #tog #throne of glass #rowaelin fanfic #rowaelin fanfiction #ciwyw masterlist #throne of glass fanfic #rowaelin fic #baby fic #rowaelin baby fic #accidental pregnancy au #soccer!rowan #rowaelin au #modern au #throne of glass fanfiction

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tarjapearce · 7 months

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[There is no exact timeline, mind you hehe]

PRE-SOCCER FAMILY

Meeting for the first time

Meeting Again

Flirting

First Kiss

Boyfriend Makeover

First time with eachother (Mild +18)

Who Fell Harder

Meeting Miguel's Family

Miguel Meeting Wife!Reader's Family (Drama & Angst)

Break Up (Angst)

Makeup (Angst and Fluff)

The Making Of Gabriella (+18)

Pregnancy Cares with Miguel

Proposal

The Wedding

MAIN EVENTS AND BLURBS

HIGHLIGHTS

Miguel's Birthday

The Making Of Benjamin (+18)

Unlocking Memories

Young Spiders Meeting Miguel's Family

Spider Gang Babysitting Gabi and Benji

Uncle Gabriel Paying A Visit

Girl's Day with Gabriella

Nightmares

Baby Benjamin's First Words

Jealous Wife

Marital Fight

Makeup

Miguel Helping Gabi With School Project

Gabi's Toddler Days

Big Sister, Again

Angry Spanish Cursing with Miguel

Rosie's Birth

Miguel Comforting Mama

Baby Cares with Miguel and Rosie

Gabi's First Period

Benjamin's Pregnancy

Grandma's Visit

Meeting Mama's ex at Costco

Mama Pick up Lines

Welcome Back, Papa!

Miguel's Pick up Lines

Gabriel and Miguel Fight

NSFW

Miguel Comforting Wife After A Bad Dream

Possessive Husband Miguel

Miguel Waking Up To A BJ

Needy Mama with a Gentle Dom! Miguel

Mama Pegging Miguel

The Making of Rosie

Miguel and Mama's favorite positions

Miguel Eating out Mama (with a lil twist)

GABRIELLA AND HER QUESTIONS

Big Boobs

A Sibling

Big Boobs (Miguel Version)

Milk Jugs

Is Mama ok?

DAILY LIFE BLURBS

Spicy food with Gabi

Gabi's Tamtrum

Mama Is Harassed By Another Man

Gabi comforting a Fussy Benjamin

Miguel Rizzing up Mama

Benji And His Baby Walker

Mama Teasing Miguel

A Little Time Lapse

Cleaning Sunday

Benji Getting A Tummy Ache

Bitter Coffee

Benjamin's "Messy Hair" (Angry Mama)

Sad Movie Night

Questions Related 2 3 4 5 6 7

Go Shave, Papa!

Nothing But Short Short Shirts

Benjamin Cutting His Own Hair

Soccer Family Into Tik Tok

Nude Portrait

Benji Being a Lil Ladies Man

Kiss Cam

Intruder

Sleepy Boys

Benjamin as a 12 year old boy

Baby Benjamin gets injured

Drunk Mama

You're adopted, Benji.

Getting Gabi to Sleep

(Header made by me)

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #atsv miguel #soccer family ⚽🕷️#gabi o'hara #benjamin o'hara #dad miguel o'hara #t writes✨#Miguel o'hara masterlist #miguel o'hara fluff

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patriwoso · 9 months

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Promises • Mapi Leon

“MARÍA.”

You weren’t one to shout, never. Shouting at your loved one was something you could never vision yourself doing and you felt sick at the idea of being cruel to the women you loved so much.

But you’d had enough.

“Mapi, 6. 6 o’,clock you were suppose to be there. We had a table booked.” You voice cracked a little “One by the window” You sniffled, upset at the small detailing of the date that was put to waste. Mapi loved the window table.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t expect training to carry on for as long as it did. Then we had an analysis session on the opposition and we didn’t know how long that would be either and-”

“It’s fine, I’ve heard enough.” You slide your shoes off and walk into your shared bedroom. “Sleep on the couch” You snap, closing the door behind you and sliding down the wall, head in your hands as tears streamed down your face.

Dating a footballer had its perks. You watched so many amazing games, saw the back halls of Camp Nou and you’ve seen different parts of the world by following your girlfriend around.

But that was just it, you were just following your girlfriend around. You had plans dropped at the last minute to get to the other side of the country when she asked you to come to her game, you flew 7 hours to watch her play in the most prestigious competition of them all.

There was no time for you, as a couple. And you craved the feeling of being loved and respected and like nothing else mattered in the world except for Mapi, and you.

“Y/N, let me in.” She hammered the door.

You took a few deep breaths to try to remain calm but you weren’t sure it was going to last long.

Mapi came in and you let her speak but you continued your night time routine, washing you face and braiding your hair as you listened to her apologies and explanations.

“Y/N, I’ll make it up to you. We can schedule something in for Friday?” She suggests.

“Schedule it in?” You scoff. “María I don’t want to have to be scheduled in I want to be your priority for just a minute, just a few hours where I am the only person that matters to you!” Wiping the tears from your cheeks you keep going before she has the chance to stop you.

"I'm so sick of this 'will we, won't we' shit. I don’t know if your coming or going anymore and it’s exhausting!”

“I’m sorry Y/N. I haven’t been a good girlfriend and I’ve realised that. I’ve realised that I need to be more involved, in us, this relationship. Otherwise we won’t work.”

“I just want some time.” You whisper, letting a few tears eventually slip free.

“I promise you more time, you mean everything to me and I promise to show you that.”

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bleach-your-panties · 6 months

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victory ride - jean kirchstein x black!fem!reader

⚽️:soccer player!jean x black!fem reader

💎:inspired minimally by a real life encounter I had and because y'all know jean will have y'all in the hospital with that thang between his legs

⚽warnings: university au, smut, consensual recording, oral (m! receiving), switch!jean

💎: banner: made by me on pic collage, image from pinterest, animated on canva

⚽:tagging @chrollohearttags because they not finna play with long dick jean silver's

💎: divider: @/firefly-graphics

⚽: 2.1k words

▶️: rodeo(remix)- lah pat ft. flo milli

—

He love how I ride it

Hop on the dick, I made him get excited

This pussy off limits for lame niggas

Yeah, fuck me like you got some pain in you

—-

You sat idly scrolling through your cell phone while Jean was getting dressed in his uniform for the game that was to start in a couple of hours.

The first away game of the season and the Island Devils would be going up against some preppy university one state over.

While you had been studying this team extensively, Jean had opted not to do so as much, mainly because his nerves wouldn't let him.

"I'm ready, babe. It's time for me to board the bus." He said, looking at the silver, black-bezel Seiko watch that you'd bought him for his birthday.

Your family believed in that old ass superstition that you should never buy a man a watch as a gift, because it would mean the time in your relationship would run out.

Which is why it was just that - a superstition. You and Jean had been together since your freshman year of college and now graduation is right around the corner.

"Okay baby. Sasha, Connie, and I will be right behind y'all." You grabbed your bag and he leaned down to give you a soft kiss on the lips.

"Lead the way, baby." He smiled that handsome and devious smile of his, making you roll your eyes.

"Don't think I'm not on to you, Kirchstein!" You pointed at him and began walking out of his apartment door and into the hallway to get to the elevator.

"What did I do?" He asked innocently all the while his hazel eyes were trailing all over your body: from your pastel pink manicured toes, up your toned legs and calf muscles, stopping at your plump, juicy ass that wiggled in the beige romper that you had on. "Damn."

"Uh huh, I knew it." You laughed and pushed your hand into his lower back, making him stumble into a corner of the elevator.

"You're mean." He fake-pouted.

"Uh huh," You said while typing something on your phone. "Better get used to it, buttercup, if you wanna win against the Freedomfighters tonight."

"Freedomfighters, what a stupid ass name." He scoffed. "We'll kick their asses for sure, don't you worry, baby."

When the team bus pulled into the hotel where you all would be staying, Connie parked the car in a space not too far from it and you all got out.

Apparently, the opposing team was staying at this exact same hotel because another bus, similar to your team's but decorated in green and red with a large design of two red roses on either side of a stone wall with a cannon blasting right through it, was parked right next to the guys'.

A petulant-looking ginger was the first off of the bus, and Connie nudged you to get you to look. The tall, lean man was conversing with an equally-as-tall brunette with deep, emerald green eyes and his hair pulled back in a man-bun.

"He looks like an asshole."

You chuckled, "He does and probably is. Come on, let's get inside."

The trio (you, Sasha, and Connie) walked into the hotel lobby and met up with Jean again.

His teammates were used to him running off to hang with the three of you and didn't really mind since he was the captain anyway.

"Ready to head up to the room, dollface?" He asked while heaving his backpack and duffle bag over his shoulders. His face came down to press a kiss against your hair, which made you giggle.

"Yeah, I'm ready."

"No getting your dick wet before the game, Jean-y boy. Can't have you making us lose."

"Who the fuck is us? How many goals have you scored for this team? Oh right, zero."

The two of them started bickering back and forth while you walked ahead with Sasha, who'd started chatting in your ear about a popular restaurant in the area.

Shiny metal doors parted for you all and Sasha hit the button for the doors to close until a tan, veiny hand stopped them. A group of very tall athletes sauntered in, laughing and chattering amongst themselves.

The space inside the elevator soon became very crowded, almost squishing the four of you against the elevator's back wall.

'Damn, excuse you then, big ass niggas' You thought while rolling your eyes.

"Verzeihen Sie uns. Platz für ein paar mehr?" (Pardon us. Room for a couple more?)

The ginger and brunette from before, obviously all of them are players on the team Jean is about to go up against us.

Said ginger rolled his eyes as they both stepped into the elevator and stood right next to you, finally letting the doors close.

"Eren, not everyone speaks German, cut it out."

The brunette chuckled deeply.

"My apologies."

His eyes then met yours, jaded hues traveling slowly over your frame, drinking you in.

"Meine Güte, was für eine schöne Frau." (My, what a beautiful woman.)"

You just raised an eyebrow, not understanding a lick of German, but Jean did.

He was between you and Eren in an instant, only having to take one long step forward with those strong, muscular legs.

While he was sizing Eren up, you were doing the same to Jean: your brown eyes roamed over all 6'4" inches of him.

How those black socks covered his legs up to just under his knees and how the silky white and blue shorts formed around the thick, muscled curvature of his ass just right.

Here you were drooling over him while he was about to murder Eren with his honeyed glare.

"Ja, das ist sie, und sie ist bereits vergeben." (Yes she is, and she's already spoken for)

Eren gave Jean a cocky smirk and held his hands up in a mock surrender.

"My apologies, again."

The elevator stopped on their floor and they got out, Eren still with his grin and Floch behind him with the look of a pure dumbass who would support his friend hitting on another man's girlfriend.

"Who were those pricks, anyway?" Jean grumbled looking down at the three of you as you all walked out into the hallway of the fifth floor.

"The brunette was Eren Yeager from Germany, #5. The ginger, Floch Forster from Ireland, #7." You informed the group.

"So you knew who he was this entire time?" Jean asked with an eyebrow raised and a teeny bit of jealousy threaded in throughout his usually calm and deep baritone.

"It's not that big of a deal, it's not like I'm his best friend. I just studied him a bit."

"Studied him?"

Jean's eyebrows shot up into his hairline and his forehead wrinkled significantly. His face portrayed a pretense of self-restraint, like he was attempting to prevent himself from making a scene in the middle of the hallway.

"Anddddd that's our cue to go. Come on, Sasha." Connie quickly grabbed the dark-auburn-haired woman's hand and pulled her down the hallway in the direction of their room.

Awkwardly, you stood with Jean in the middle of the hallway for a few seconds until he turned and stalked off towards your shared room.

His long, spindly fingers held the hotel keycard in a death grip; the veins in his forearms protruded and you could feel your panties getting wet.

"Um, are you mad?"

They lost.

The Freedomfighters actually beat the Island Devils, 3-0.

If you thought Jean was mad before, oh baby, now he was enraged.

Not at you, but more so himself.

That damned Eren Yeager turned out to be a pretty decent soccer player and it only irritated Jean even more when he saw you standing on the sidelines with your video camera.

It wasn't unusual for you to record his games so he and the team could watch the playback later to see what needed to be improved upon, but tonight it only irritated him everytime he looked up to see you with the damned contraption pointed right at him.

Capturing all of his failures of the night live and in 4K resolution.

What made it even worse was that he saw you pointing the camera towards Eren quite a bit as he ran up and down the field.

Jean was only irritated further when you both had returned to the room after the game and he came out of the shower to see you curled up on the bed, already watching the newly acquired video footage.

"Will you put that goddamned thing down already?"

You leaned up from your reclining position on the pillow to acknowledge him.

"Come again?"

"You heard me, or better yet-"

—-

I wanna fuck you right now

Reverse that cowgirl, I'm bucking right now

Climb on this standardbred, hope you can handle it

Beat that cat up when this dog put it down

Let's make a movie, girl, I'll do the shootin'

Camera in my left with your hair in my right

—-

"Yeah, just like that, baby….fuckkkk, hold that angle right there, don't you move."

Jean shivered, but kept his hazel eyes focused on the image of you in the viewfinder swallowing his dick.

His right hand held a tight grip on your hair while he thrust his hips rhythmically back and forth, making you gag on his fat length.

Long and thick, his dick touched the very back of your throat, the outline of it making the skin of your neck bulge in the most grotesque fashion.

"You look so good like this, baby, practically inhaling my dick. Wonder what Yeager would think if he saw you like this, yeah?"

As soon as he mentioned the German man, his eyes crinkled with anger again and his thrusts grew in both force and speed.

Knowing Jean, he'd probably started recording over the footage you'd taken of the game, that which he could honestly give a damn about right now.

"Fuck, I think I like this view much better." He smirked and then let out a deep groan as he emptied his balls in your searing, placable mouth.

"Shit…" He made sure to capture the image of you swallowing his nut and then wiping the excess from around your mouth with those pretty acrylic-tipped fingers.

"Come here; come ride me, baby."

—-

No time to make love, yeah

Keep screamin' you want it

Girl you lookin' lovely

When you ride this pony

We can do this to the morning

So please come and ride me

Love it when I'm deep inside you

You goin' crazy, yeah

—-

Jean's muffled moans seeped through your hand as you now held the camera pointed at him while bouncing up and down on his thick length.

Years of being together and still you felt the stretch of your pussy every time he was inside of you.

Your hand moved from his mouth and tangled in his ash-brown hair and pulled his head back and forth in time with your movements. He could be very loud in bed, which you loved because you revered a man that would let you know that you're making him feel good as well.

"Shit, Jean, baby, you look so fucking good on camera, just as good as you do when you're on the field." You mewled in heightened pleasure, wanting to throw your own head back but also not wanting to miss a single second of his gorgeous face gazing up at you.

His chest and forehead glistening with sweat, those honey-gray eyes shining with unshed tears as his body soon began to tremble with his impending orgasm. Yeah, you had that much of an effect on him.

Just looking at you could make him hard in an instant, but looking up at you while you took his dick like you owned it (and you do) had him more swollen and readier than ever to shoot off inside you like the cannon depicted on the side of the Freedomfighters' bus.

Yeah, after the ride you were giving him tonight he was bound to forget all about Eren, the team, the game - hell, he might even forget his own name for a couple of hours.

That is, if he didn't have you screaming it through the thin walls of this hotel room in those next hours.

Eren might have won the game, but he was the one taking a victory ride tonight.

—-

(If you're horny)

I wanna feel your body on top of mine

(Let's do it)

Right now, we ain't gone waste no time, baby (ride it)

Like a Harley in the wind

Got you bragging to your friends the way you ride (my pony)

Like a rodeo, ride like a rodeo, babe

*ʳᵉᵇˡᵒᵍˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃᵖᵖʳᵉᶜⁱᵃᵗᵉᵈ!

#aot jean #aot jean x reader #jean x black reader #jean kirchstein #jean x reader smut #jean kirschtein x reader #aot jean smut #aot jean kirchstein smut #jean x y/n #i dont know anything about soccer #and dont come for me on the team names lol😭#jean kirchstein smut #jean x black female reader #💗💗🍡°aot masterlist #byp🌹#💗💗🍡°my fics

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woso-fan13 · 1 year

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Masterlist

Updated: 10 August 2023

USWNT

Make A Wish

The 3 P's

Everything is Going Swimmingly

Syrup & Strollers

Sleepless Sleepovers

Directions

Even if You're Little, You Can Do a Lot

What's In a Name?

Peanuts & Paramedics

Roadtrip

Roadtrip Part 2

Stuffed Rabbits & Regression

It's Not Drugs (At Least Not The Ones You're Thinking)

Everything Was Not Fine

New Year’s Eve

Adventures in Lelavators

Concussions and Cuddles

Baby Bunny

Catching Flights (And Also so Many Feelings)

It’s Fantastic

Fevers & Favorites

Trouble

Rough Day

WOSO

A Pale Face and Red Circles on your Cheeks

I Don't Really Know, But She Seems Fine

This is a Nightmare

WHUMPTOBER 2022

Number 1: A Little Out Of The Ordinary

Number 2: Nowhere To Run

Number 3: Hair's Breadth From Death

Number 4: Dead On Your Feet

Number 5: Every Whumpee's Needs

Number 6: Proof Of Life

Number 7: The Way You Shake And Shiver

Number 8: Everything Hurts And I'm Dying

Number 9: The Very Noisy Night

Number 10: Poor Unfortunate Souls

Number 11: 911, What's Your Emergency

Number 12: What Could Go Wrong?

Number 13: Can't Make An Omelette Without Breaking A Few Legs

Number 14: Die A Hero Or Live Long Enough To Become A Villain

Number 15: Emotional Damage

Number 16: No Way Out

Number 17: Hanging By A Thread

Number 18: Let's Break The Ice

Number 19: Enough Is Enough

Number 20: It's Been A Long Day

Number 21: Famous Last Words

Number 22: Pick Your Poison

Number 23: At The End Of Their Rope

Number 24: Fight, Flight, Or Freeze

Number 25: Silence Is Golden

Number 26: No One Left Behind

Number 27: Pushed To The Limit

Number 28: It's Just The Tip Of The Iceberg

Number 29: What Doesn't Kill Me

Number 30: Note To Self: Don't Get Kidnapped

Number 31: A Light At The End Of The Tunnel

Sicktember 2022

‘Do You Know How To Take Care of a Sick Person?’

Homesick

Painkillers

Hangover

'Great. Now I Have Your Germs All Over Me.’

Sick on Vacation

A Cry for Attention

Intense Coddling

Home Remedy

Excessive Use of Tissues

Emergency Room

Stress Induced Illness

Pet Allergies

‘I Might Be A Teeny Tiny Bit Sick, But It’s Fine.’

Frostbite

Care Package

Syncope/Fainting

Upset Stomach

Whining/Crying

Cold Sweat

‘Does this look infected to you?’

Common Cold/Flu

Tepid Bath

‘I Need You To Pull Over!’

Taking a Sick Day

Tickle in the Throat

Sleepless Night/s

Chronic Illness

Lethargy/Exhaustion

‘Get Back in Bed!’

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