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neima
xxiii. she/her.professional clown & premier league hoe (arteta babe, u’re on my watch)occasional gif maker & fic writer.
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DOMINIK SZOBOSZLAYYYYYYYYYYY
#that man was sooo traumatized by his Man U performance he decided to change lives#so proud of my pookie#szoboszlayyyyyy#I BELIVED#neima’s in the moment football thoughts#premier league#carabaocup#liverpool x west ham#dominik szoboszlai#szoboszlai
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uhm trent ?????
#wait JUST WAIT#did we see a slight piece of his ass YES INDEED#the way i know dom will roast the hell outta him for this#AND THE REPLAYS#who’s gonna tell him#bruhhh the edits#trent alexander arnold#premier league#liverpool#liverpool fc#sheffield united x liverpool
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TRENT ALEXANDER ARNOLD THE MAN THAT YOU ARE
#THIS GAME IS INSAAANE#WHATTTTTTT#SHOOKETH#trent alexander arnold#liverpool#liverpool x Fulham#premier league#jurgenklopp
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gorgeous gorgeous girls ditch their plans this weekend to witness the iconicity that is going to be man city/liverpool—i don’t make the rules, this premier league excellence‘s just THAT gurl !
#Sorry to all my irls#i don’t make the rules#I’m a football stan first human second#premier league#liverpool#manchester city#Manchester city x liverpool#mo salah#dominik szoboszlai#darwin nunez#kostas tsimikas#jurgenklopp#Ruben dias#erling haaland#Diogo jota#virgil van dijk#bernardo silva#pep guardiola#football#jeremy doku#phil foden#nathan ake
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tb to when I was more excited to watch the ballon d’or’s red carpet than the actual (boring) ceremony. sorry but judging and ranking the players’ outfits, identifying the 5 stars invited celebrities, making fun of the journalists commenting the live event, and imagining myself attending this event wearing a fine ass designer dress and looking all sublime to the photographers and hot footballers out there was far more distracting💅
#neima’s clownery#in my head#I was slaying so hard#it was the y/n energy for me#a girl gotta dream innit#football#ballon d'or#jude bellingham#ruben dias#kylian mbappe#erling haaland#football imagines
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DOMESTIC DELIGHTS — r. dias
ೃ࿐ summary : The moments spent with your family, they are the most precious in your life, a pure delight that bring solace to your soul. And on this specific Sunday afternoon, this one, you are poised to savor every bit of it.
ೃ࿐ words : 0,7k.
ೃ࿐ genre : mature. fluff. suggestive.
ೃ࿐ warning : cute daughter-father moments, sexual tension.
ೃ࿐ author's note : Despite my deep disdain for Man City (while I do acknowledge Pep's genius football philosophy), I must confess—I find myself particularly attracted to some players... and a certain 6’2 Portuguese center-back has managed to steal my heart. Ugh, what can I sayyyyy, what can I sayyyyy.
You were drawn by the soft, deep chuckles emitted by your husband, guiding you towards the entrance of the living room, where you discreetly pushed the door ajar.
There he was.
Rúben.
Dressed in his black Puma sweatpants and a simple, white undershirt, he was doing push-ups with your little daughter perched on his broad, muscular back. Her cheerful, high-pitched voice counted his progress as he effortlessly raised and lowered his body multiple times. You observed them tenderly: the pure joy and trust of your child blending with Rúben's extraordinary strength and patience. Home.
If he noticed you leaning against the doorframe, he said nothing... and you couldn’t help but admire his new three-day stubble beard, a bit more developed than usual, complementing his charming face.
Suddenly, he twisted to one side, landing on the floor while effortlessly lifting your excited little girl with his sturdy arms before gently placing her on his firm stomach. A timid chuckle escaped your lips at this heartwarming sight. But this gesture didn't deter him from maintaining a somewhat intense gaze that met yours, igniting a fire within you.
"Go play in the garden, princesa. I'll do a few more and then join you," he murmured, planting a tender kiss on her forehead. As his words prompted her to dash out of the room, flashing you a mischievous smile in passing, the room fell into an almost oppressive silence. Only Rúben's erratic breathing and the sudden accelerated beats of your heart seemed to animate the space.
He eventually raised himself from the floor, taking his sweet time to stand, his brown eyes never leaving your burning gaze for a second.
Rúben's smile took on a different shade as he crossed the room to approach you, leaving only a few brief inches between you. His arms, marked by the effort, found support on the wooden doorframe, not far from your head, asserting his dominance in height.
In the depth of his gaze, you discerned the glint of a tantalizing promise.
"You didn't have to stop, you know?" you innocently scolded, letting your right hand wander from his neck, to his left flank and to his hip. You made sure your nails lightly grazed his skin through the thin white fabric, intending for him to feel your provocation. As you did, you sensed a trickle of sweat dampening his shirt, clinging to his still-toned abs, evidence of his numerous push-ups.
In just a few seconds, his body responded. Engulfed in goosebumps that hinted at desire, Rúben's eyelids trembled, and his Adam's apple bobbed. Though your line of sight didn't reveal it, you were certain that his fingers fervently clutched the doorframe, evidenced by the emerging veins on his glistening shoulders.
He was on the verge of losing control. The mere thought elevated the corner of your lips into a sly smile, concealing the pleasure you took in this little teasing game. You must admit, you were very in the mood to play today. After all, Rúben simply had no business being so sexy on this delightful spring afternoon.
Your right hand, still placed on his hip, dared to venture even further beneath the fabric of his black tracksuit to bring him even more closer to you and explore the skin of his lower back and his firm bottom, leading him to open his mouth slightly, letting out a timid gasp.
Unable to resist the excruciating slowness of your caresses, he leaned forward, daring “Why? Do you want to keep watching?” he managed to inquire with an innocent tone, though mischief lingered within.
His alluring, plump lips so close to yours beckoned, yet you resisted the temptation they promised... at least for the moment. You knew what he expected from you at this moment, but you just wouldn't comply. You were far too determined to win this battle.
Nevertheless, the warm breath escaping his mouth was enough to slightly distract you. In that moment, you even forgot your somewhat disheveled appearance—your hair was in a messy bun, and you still had your apron on, still warm from the breath of the oven you had opened to check the crumb-topped salmon you were preparing.
This seemed not to bother Rúben, whose gaze remained just as fiery and thirsty. His fingers sought revenge, gently sweeping aside a loose strand of hair that had fallen during your observation, trailing across your cheek, your neck, before finally resting on your nape. Then his entire hand delicately settled upon it. Your eyes were nearly completely mesmerized by the movement of his lips. Ruben's voice became huskier and smoother. “Or maybe you want a turn too."
#neima’s writing#ruben dias#ruben dias fic#ruben dias x you#ruben dias x reader#ruben dias fanfic#Ruben dias one shot#ruben dias drabble#ruben dias imagine#premier league#manchester city#football x you#football x reader#man city#man city fanfic#football fanfic#football oneshot#footballer one shot#footballer fic#footballer x reader
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well, i’ve never seen a Liverpool’s first half that sterile
#neima’s half time thoughts#more than 60% ball possession and 7 attempts against a strong luton’s defense#gimme more#premier league half time thoughts#premier league#liverpool fc#liverpool x luton Town
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well…
currently worn out after another excruciating week at work but the premier league’s back to heal my soul (i’m mentally and physically gearing up for the potential scenario of witnessing the gunners losing against newcastle tmr)
#neima’s clownery#premier league post match after thoughts#disappointed but kinda not surprised?#arsenal vs newcastle#premier league
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