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masculinityisnottoxic · 18 hours

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Damien Perquis

#Damien Perquis #footballer #soccer player #blond

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whosagodnow · 7 months

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#young guy #teen athlete #soccer player #teen muscle #hot stud #good enough to eat

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adoniseverywheremen · 9 months

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Lachlan McLean by Aldrin del Carmen

#lachlan mclean #male model #aldrin del carmen #photography #soccer player #model

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he4rtsforjoao · 9 months

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Loyal - P.G

Pairing: Pablo Gavi x f! Reader

Warnings: SMUT! 18+ MINORS (DNI) mentions of dirty talk, unprotected sex, p in v, oral sex M!Receiving

Author note: 2nd partttt, y’all ask, y’all receive😋

“Prove it”

After anxiously waiting to hear his voice, a wave of soothing relief washed over you. Swiftly, you lowered his shorts and boxers, revealing his proudly standing erection. Gazing at him through your long lashes, you sensually descended upon his throbbing cock, eliciting a pleasurable hiss from his lips. "Just like that, baby," he whispered, gently guiding your mouth lower to encase his pulsating length. He tenderly grasped your head, enticing you to gradually sink down onto his shaft, savoring every blissful moment.

As he gazes ahead, he fights the urge to push himself into your mouth. Although you're finding it difficult to accommodate him completely, your deliberate pace only intensifies his desire. "Fuck" he murmurs, pulling over on a desolate road. "Move to the backseat now.” he insists, revealing that the small talk between you and Pedri is far from over.

As he settles on the back, you confidently straddle him, his cock growing more red with each passing minute. In a swift motion, you discard your thong and jeans somewhere in the car, wasting no time as you sensually begin to grind on top of him. The intimate connection between your folds and his dick brings you immense pleasure, causing you to throw your head back in sheer ecstasy.

It doesn't take long for him to gently grasp your face, his touch creating a tender pressure on your cheeks as he compels you to meet his gaze. "You're such a fucking whore" he whispers, As he guides his cock into you, you slowly start rocking your hips up and down. Eliciting a spontaneous moan from your lips. His hand firmly grips your ass, kneading it as he encourages you to pick up the pace.

As you draw closer to him, he finally starts working his magic, thrusting his hips into you, igniting a fiery sensation in your stomach. "Pedri can't fuck you like this, can he?" he asks, and you simply nod in response, unable to find your voice amidst the intense pleasure he's delivering. "use your words baby" he insists, groaning as he feels himself nearing climax.

"Fuck! No, Pedri can't fuck me like this!" you exclaim, repeating his words to fulfill his satisfaction. "Good girl, cum with me, y/n," he urges, as he thrusts into you one final time. Throwing your head back, you both ride out the waves of ecstasy, luxuriating in the aftermath.

You tenderly run your fingers through his hair, trying to catch your breath. "Are you still angry?" you inquire, in a relaxed tone. He simply shrugs, flashing you a small smile. "Maybe? Maybe not? Perhaps another round will determine my mood," he teases, causing you to playfully hit his chest and groan in response.

#pablo gavi smut #Pablo gavi #Pablo gavi one shot #football imagines #football x reader #smut #fluff #angst #Pablo gavi fluff #Pablo gavi angst #pedri gonzalez #world cup imagines #soccer player #Spotify #pablo gavi x reader

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frosket · 1 year

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#gay #men #muscle #man #male #ripped #gym bro #jacked #love #tall men #futbol #football #soccer player #soccer

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storywriter007 · 8 months

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Who Are You Trying to Convince? - Neymar Jr x Fem!Reader

summary: in which y/n figures out why neymar has been so distant

warnings: cursing, lying, flirting with ex, anger

genre: angst ending in heartbreak

word count: 1.5k

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"can we run the order one more time?" the fashion show director called out.

the victoria's secret fashion show was the highlight of the year for the brand, and they had to make sure it was perfect.

"this is just to make sure that we are consistent." he yelled out, clapping his hands.

the angels got back into place and began strutting down the runway again. y/n was looking forward to this year's show, the artists and the outfits were like never before.

after another hour or so, the rehearsals finished, and all the models were free to go home. in contrast to everyone else, y/n sort of dreaded the idea. she would see her boyfriend, and he had been distant lately. she'd tried talking to him, apologizing, fixing her behavior, going on dates, but nothing worked. he was just as distant as ever, and it sucked because they were reaching their six month anniversary.

he'd been distant from the start of the relationship, but instead of the distance slowly closing, it just kept getting bigger and bigger. as she got dressed and drove to neymar's house, she tried calling him but he didn't pick up. he must be busy, she assumed. however, when she got home, there was no one there. she called out for him, but there was nothing. she texted him too, no response. she figured he might've gone clubbing, since it was friday night.

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four hours had passed since y/n got to neymar's house, and she watched as the clock struck twelve. out of pure boredom, y/n decided to check the news.

it was the usual, political disagreements between parties, international news, and something about a new research study that had come out. she scrolled through the headlines until she found one that caught her eye.

famous footballer neymar jr. seen at club with ex-girlfriend, bruna marquezine!

y/n felt her stomach drop. she collected herself. bruna goes out on fridays too, they could've just been caught at the same place, and the paparazzi decided to make a story out of it.

she clicked on the article. there were photos. that was neymar and bruna for sure. the first photo was them both at the same club. the second one was them talking. the third was him pulling her hand away to an isolated corner. the fourth was them talking again, and his eyes really did give it all away. he looked at her with longingness and desire, and she returned the expression. the fifth picture was them going back inside. the sixth was a photo of them together, smiling. he had his arm around her shoulders as she leaned into him.

there were too many photos for this to be fake. y/n felt tears fill her eyes. is this why he had been so distant? because he wanted bruna back?

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at 1:30 is when neymar returned home. he came in laughing. y/n looked up from where she was sitting, a barstool near the kitchen counter.

"hi babe." he said, greeting y/n, which he hadn't done in weeks. "what're you doing here?"

"hey. missed you, so i decided to come." she smiled. "where were you?'

"club, couple of friends invited me to go get drinks." he explained.

"sounds fun! did you meet anyone else there?" she questioned, making sure to sound happy instead of angry and hurt.

"nah, just me and the boys." he brushed off.

"really? because every single news article is saying something else." y/n said.

they looked at eachother, dread instantly filling neymar's eyes.

"what are you on about now?" he asked, the change in his tone evident.

"famous footballer neymar jr. seen at club with ex-girlfriend, bruna marquezine." y/n read from the article.

he rolled his eyes.

"you don't actually believe that shit, do you?" he scoffed.

"i didn't, until six photos were shown. i didn't, until i realized you had ignored all my calls and texts. i didn't, until you started acting distant." she said, rage slowly beginning to seep into her voice.

"it's loud at the club, i'm sorry for not having superhearing. i'm sorry i get tired after running around all fucking day. and i'm sorry i ran into an old friend and said hi." he said, passive-aggressively.

"fuck off. you had to take her into a private corner to talk to her? you had to look at her like that? you had to take a photo with her where you're barely inches apart?" y/n spat, channeling his attitude back at him. "bruna's not just an old friend, she's your ex. if i did that shit, you would've yelled at me the minute i walked in."

"and what're you doing?" neymar chuckled. "i didn't want to talk to her in front of everyone, because i didn't want rumors to spread, but seemingly, they still did. i took a photo with her because she wanted me too. and how did i look at her?

"you looked at her like how you should be looking at your girlfriend, not your ex." she explained.

"she's not just my ex." he said. "long before she was an ex, she was a friend. and she's an established woman, don't act like she isn't. she's an actress, a model, a philanthropist, and a friend.i can't have friends now?"

"not when it's someone who clearly has romantic interest in you."

"so you're jealous?" he concluded.

"neymar! will you just fucking listen?" y/n yelled, not knowing where the sudden anger came from. "i'm your girlfriend so obviously, i'm going to get pissed off when you get a little to comfortable with your ex-girlfriend after you've been distant for the past couple of weeks!"

"oh my god, i was just being polite!" he yelled. "don't worry, the next time any woman comes up to me, i'll shove them off and say 'sorry, i have a girlfriend. please fuck off.'"

"but that's not what you said? you didn't even mention me because the way you were looking at each other and touching each other said everything!" she yelled back. she was not wrong here. "if i did this, you would be down my throat, and i would understand why, because i'm not supposed to be flirting with my ex when i'm in a relationship!"

"i wasn't flirting with her!" he yelled.

"then why don't you tell me what you guys talked about! prove it to me." y/n said, crossing her arms.

"we talked about our careers." he said. "she was the one saying we should meet up and we should go together, and i was the one who said no!"

"but you wanted to say yes! didn't you? you wanted to say yes." y/n whispered softly, feeling the anger turn into deep and utter sadness.

that look he gave her, that look spoke a million words he couldn't. a tear dropped from her eye. she hadn't cried in front of him for months. she quickly wiped away her tear.

neymar's attitude changed, the anger on his face softened to empathy.

"don't cry." he said.

"why, does it make you feel bad? does it finally make you see me as human?" she whispered. "does it hurt you or your ego?"

"that's not fair y/n."

"what's not fair is you dating me when you clearly still have feelings for bruna." she said, coming to a realization. "you never like me, i was just the next thing you could get to try. i was your replacement."

the tears started flowing again.

"no, no, y/n, you know that's not true." he said, walking over and trying to wipe the tears off her face, but she stepped back.

"who are you trying to convince? me or yourself?" she insisted.

of course she never felt close to him, because he was waiting for her to become someone she wasn't. he was waiting for bruna, one way or another.

"you've been dethatched from this relationship ever since it started, because you miss your last one. just do me a favor and admit so i can stop trying to make myself believe you somewhat care about me."

"i do care about you." he argued.

"really? what's my favorite color? when's the show? what's one of my hobbies? what's my favorite movie? when's my birthday?" she asked.

"your favorite color is (wrong color). the show is october 14. one of your hobbies is painting. your favorite movie is (wrong movie). your birthday is (your birthday)."

"really? because my favorite color is (your favorite color). the show is october 21. and my favorite movie is (your favorite movie)." she corrected. "now what's bruna's favorite color. when's her next film coming out? what's her favorite movie?"

"don't do this to me y/n." neymar said, regret clearly filling his eyes.

"answer neymar."

"pink. december 17. pixote." he said.

"and you remember all of that, don't you?"

"please y/n."

y/n shook her head.

"there's going to be a new headline tomorrow. feel free to explain to everyone why." she said, walking over to grab her keys.

"i love you." he said.

the words echoed throughout the house.

"no you don't." she chuckled, leaving through the front door.

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world-of-celebs · 9 months

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Alex Morgan

#alex morgan #toned girls #fit women #us soccer #womens soccer #soccer player #hot celebs #stunning #celebrity bikini #beauty #toned abs #gorgeous women

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sunniewr · 5 months

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⠀𝖎𝗇⠀⠀ﰗﰏ⠀⠀𝗆ᦴ⠀⠀𝖽rᥱׂᥲֺ𝗆ꨳ⠀⠀𝖸𝖮ִ𝖴⠀⠀𝗅𝗈𝗏ᥱׂ

𝗆ᥱׂ⠀⠀♱⠀⠀𝗯ᥲֺ𝗰𝗄.⠀⠀𐙚᳞⠀⠀ﶘ⠀⠀🏨⠀⠀✰⠀᭤ﺺᩢ̶

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windycitysneaks · 4 months

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These two soccer hunks wanted to make out on the soccer field as they got to crush a bunch of toys under their soccer cleats.

#shoes #gay #gayboy #socks #leg day #stomping #sneakers #adidas soccer cleats #adidas soccer #adidas #gay soccer #soccer cleats #soccer #soccer socks #soccer player #gay teen #gays #gay couple #gay socks

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kiminachi · 1 year

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Can you do a christian pulisic one where he won the concacaf nations league with team USA and after he celebrates with the boys he’s a drunk mess and the reader has to take care of him? <3

Christian Pulisic x Reader

One Tipsy Celebration

A/N: Thanks for requesting! This is your Christmas gift ;) I hope it was up to your expectations!

Includes: a flirty drunk guy

“CHRISTIAN! CHRISTIAN! CHRISTIAN!!!”

The entire team was celebrating the win, and final game of the CONCACAF. It was a nerve-wrecking game with Mexico scoring in the first minute. Then later on the score was 2-2, but then Christian scored the winning goal from a penalty kick to make it 3-2! You were really proud of him.

And whilst the celebration was in the locker room and technically you were not allowed to be in there, being the girlfriend of the one and only Christian Pulisic has its advantages. Well.. sometimes.

“(Y/NNNN)!” Christian clumsily walked over to you. You could just smell the bittersweet alcohol that left his figure. He then slung his arm around you, “whatssup babes?” He slurred.

Oh goodness gracious.

Your boyfriend was being a drunk, flirtatious mess. You knew you had to help him out before things start to get inappropriate. Not only that, but for his well-being in the morning. “Christian!” You turned to face him, “how much did you drink?” You prayed it wasn’t a lot to the point of blackout puking.

“Hmm I don’t know, like 5 shots? Why does it matter anyways? Let loose (Y/N)!” He urged.

“Not today Chris, I know it’s a celebration but there has to be a responsible one” You said, replying to him.

You already took a shot or 2 a while ago, but not to the point of drunkness; You could still function, being more calm even. You could hear Christian mutter “no fun” with his arms crossed.

“Hey the shuttle is here!” You heard someone point out. Thank goodness. All you wanted was to get Christian to your guys’ hotel room. Everyone grabbed their belongings and walked out of the messy locker room, and into the shuttle. Sorry janitors. You sat in the back as Christian followed you over there.

“Hey beautiful ladyyy, mind if I sit here?” He may have flattered you, but you tried your best not to give in.

“Of course Chris” you patted down the seat next to you. He slouched down onto the chair, “Oh yeahhh, I needed this for my ass” He exhaled in relief. “Hey love, did you see me take off my shirt after I scored?” He placed his head on your shoulder. “Cause that was all for youuu.” You could feel how warm and flushed he was.

“Christian, you’re even shirtless as of this moment, but yes, yes I did.” Replying to his sloppy demeanor. “Hey Weston? (McKennie) could you grab me a water bottle please?” You asked him. He heard you and complied, grabbing a water bottle and bringing it over to you. You and West became good friends, sharing interests with each other. He hands you the water bottle, “thanks West, Chris is a hot mess right now” you pat Christian’s head as he groaned in drowsiness.

“I think I can tell, I’ll de-drunkify him for you” West pretends to use a spell on him with his imaginary wand, “NODRUNKIFORUS!” He shouts. You laughed at his corny antics, but you loved his childish imagination.

“Hey, what’s so funny?” moaned Christian,

“Are you flirting with my girl, West?” Uh oh, a jealous Christian is not good right now.

“No man, we’re just joking around!”

“Well you can go joke around somewhere else.”

You had to stop him, “Calm down Chris! Come on, drink this water.” You opened the water bottle with a small crack being heard, and handed it to Christian.

“Fine, whatever you say my love..” he still had a death glare at the poor Harry Potter fan as he drank out the bottle. However he was hit with tiredness again.

“Sorry West..” you apologized,

“It’s alright, he’s just in the deep right now.”

You felt the shuttle come to a stop. You looked out the window to see the hotel, and you were very relieved. You asked Weston to help you bring your non-functioning man to your room, and he agreed. You and Weston were on both sides of Christian, maneuvering him into the hotel, and into the elevator. After some time, the elevator dinged and the three of you reached your room. Weston held Christian as you searched for the keycard,

“God he reeks of alcohol!” West was not fond of the smell, and playfully made a gag noise out of his mouth.

You smiled, “Haha, oh yeah, I’ll have to drag him into the shower tomorrow morning. It’s too late for one right now”. You then found the keycard and hovered it against the lock for it to *click* and unlock. You then opened the door for West to carry him to the bed.

“Thanks so much West, I would have broke my bones trying to carry him myself.”

“It’s no problem (Y/N).” He insisted. You two then said your goodbyes and closed the door. You walked back over to Christian. You took off his shoes, shorts, and socks leaving him in his boxers, then grabbing a black t-shirt from the dresser, putting it on him.

He mindlessly climbed into the sheets with a groan. You smiled at his cuteness, then tucking him in, you pecked his forehead with a kiss.

Next you went ahead and changed into your own pajamas, shut off the lights, and sunk into the sheets yourself.

“(Y/N)..” he turned around to face you, “are you proud of my goal?” You softened at this,

“Of course I am, you were wonderful”

“Mmm, I love you (Y/N)” He latched his arms around you as if you were his teddy bear.

“I love you too Christian, sweet dreams my love.”

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A/N: I think I fell in love with him after I wrote this ngl

#christian pulisic #football #christian pulisic x reader #christian pulisic imagine #world cup #soccer player #soccer #footballer #footballers x reader #footballer imagine #usa national team #soccer player x reader #christian pulisic one shot #christian pulisic x you

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hombresexual2 · 11 months

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Ready to be worshipped

#jack grealish #bulto de futbolista #feet.#footballer #hot sportsmen #hot sport #no shoes #soccer bulge.#hot soccer players #sexy soccer #soccer player #soccer #piernas de futbolista

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whosagodnow · 6 months

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#soccer player #soccer boys #teen hottie #mouth watering #teen athlete

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usarmytrooper · 7 months

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Hot soccer player proud that his team is taking home the championship trophy.

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beau-gar · 8 months

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JULES KOUNDE

www.beau-gar.tumblr.com

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somebodystoleme · 1 year

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thinking about soccer player!astumu miya...

college!soccer player! atsumu miya

this is just a random splur of thoughts; this is so random and i apologize

actually lovesick

constantly constantly spending nights at the library, catching him up on econ

every time he takes a penalty/ free kick, he points to you

wearing his jersey religiously

sadly, always feeling like the 2nd choice, at the start of y'alls relationship

"did you know the atsumu miya has a girlfriend?"

"seriously? i thought him and claire were hooking up?"

ALL THE TIME

he doesn't try to deny it either, he knows he gets women..

"babe, it's not my fault that isabel keeps on talking to me."

what can he do? he's the most popular boy in the college

carried his high school team to nationals and people still remember him for that

friends with almost all the cheerleaders (not for good reasons tbh)

but once he heard you say that you really really like

don't get me started

changed man

all eyes were on you

EVEN UNADDED THE HOES, sobbin'

"only for you baby."

keeps his trophies in your apartment so each time he wins one more he has an excuse to visit you

pet names: baby, love, babe, beautiful

literally snuck into your professor's room to find your notebook

only talks about you to most of his friends + they are so bored of it

when he goes pro; and all the women are throwing themselves at him, he still posts pics of you

helping him go cleat shopping

going to fancy parties because he's friends with "famous" people

traveling to see soccer games all the over the world, cus he's 'bored'

sweetest boy alive

always confused on why he picked you

but he loves to tell you he wouldn't have picked anyone else

basically an empty ikea restaurant - so much to do

#atsumu miya #atsumu #atsumu x reader #hq #soccer player #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu headcanons #miya x reader #pls save me #im so bad at fluff #college au

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hotdogsfordinner · 14 days

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Soccer star ⚽️

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