#soccer fluff

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Gavi x reader smut

Warning: smut

I’m sorry that this one is a bit short

Pablo was playing fifa with pedri who else 🙄and I was so horny but he wouldn’t let me do anything so I’m just laying on the bad and trying to causes some friction trough my thighs.

Then Pablo looked back at me and smiled and then he noticed what I was doing with my legs and smirked at me and made a come here motion with his fingers and I get up and I walked over to him and he pulls me on his thigh “here hermosa this will make it better,, He smiles and kisses my head and tells me to take off my underwear and I do so, then I sit back on hit thigh “pablito what do I do now,,

“Bonita do the same thing that you do with my dick just on my leg and not my dick,, He starts the game again and wraps his arms around my waist and kisses my head and I start rubbing myself on his thigh and it surprisingly feels pretty great “fuck,,

“shh Bonita I'm on mic,, I put my head in the crook of his neck and I moan into it but I guess pedri and the boys could still here me “homie what are you doing,, asks pedri “y/n is masturbating and she's being loud He puts his mic up “stop being loud hermosa,,

,,I'm so― omg baby I'm gonna”

Quality time

Part two of ‘Surprise Visits’

For the entire weekend Jude was loving your company. Apart from pregame training and meetings with the team, he stayed by your side every waking minute. His mom often made comments on how you must be struggling to even breath with how clingy Jude was being, always having an arm around your waist or on your thigh and never moving more than a foot away from you.

Eventually, after two whole days of hanging out and having fun, Sunday arrived. Your flight luckily wasn't until late in the evening, so you had time to be there for Jude both during the game and afterwards- hopefully for the victory celebration.

"I'm honestly a bit nervous," Jude admitted after you had wished him good luck. "I haven't really played my best lately." Although he didn't admit it to you, the fact that you were going to watch made him want to play better even more.

Kissing him, you tried your best to comfort him. "I believe in you, you'll play great no matter what."

Turns out that you had been right. Dortmund played wonderfully, and smashed their opponent with a score of 3-1. Jude played really good, and managed an amazing assist to Haaland who then scored the first goal of the match.

The second the game ended you stood up from your seat in the restricted area, reserved for family, and rushed over to where you would meet Jude. It took a couple of minutes, seeing how he and the rest of the team spent time in the locker room, but eventually he finally emerged.

"I told you I would dedicate a goal to you," Jude said, wrapping his arms around you and placing his head in the crook of your neck.

"You didn't score though," you teased, hugging him right back.

He protested, "I assisted! And I'm sure Erling agrees that the goal could be to you."

"Really?" You asked with a smile. "He dedicated a goal to me? I'll have to thank him then."

Jude let out a groan of frustration. "You're hopeless!" He then looked at you with a pouty face before burying his face in your hair and inhaling your strawberry-flavored shampoo.

"I'm only joking," you laughed while mentally cooing of Jude's pouting. He truly was the cutest, yet most handsome, guy in the entire world. And he was all yours.

Some of the boys invited you out to celebrate, but Jude politely declined their invitation. The two of you only had about an hour left until you had to leave for the airport, and he wanted to soak up all the time he possible could with you.

The last hour went by way to fast, and all of a sudden it was time for you to leave. Jude and his mom took you to the airport, his mom driving while you and Jude sat in the backseat - talking in hushed voices about how much you were going to miss each other.

"You know," you spoke up, Jude paying attention to you immediately, "in about a month I get a couple of weeks off and I was thinking that I could come and visit again then? Stay a little longer then a weekend."

based off request from anon: Can you write a Marco Asensio imagine where he proposes to his longtime girlfriend?

PARINGS: marco asensio x OC (bella)

WARNINGS: pure fluff!

six years is a long time to be in love. marco thought, fiddling with the small black box in his hands.

when he met bella six years ago at a mutual friend’s party, marco knew that what he had with bella was something. a year of being young and messing with each other’s hearts passed, bringing them closer together. all of marco’s teammates (especially isco!) referred to bella as marco’s wife, even though the couple had never discussed or considered marriage.

it was night, at least marco guessed. ever since bella and him has arrived at isco’s party, he’d lost track of time. the streets of madrid were busy and the annoying hun of traffic played through isco’s home at suprisingly low volume. as marco walked through their isco’s house, he heard the distinctive laugh of his girlfriend.

marco imagined what it would be like. what it would be like to live this life forever; to be with the woman he loved forever and live out the rest of his life with bella by his side. and to watch as her chest rised against his own whilst she fell asleep. and to hear her ridiculous laugh every time he told a terrible joke.

bella was sat on the kitchen counter wearing one of marco’s t-shirts loosely hanging on her midriff and a pair of shorts, a bowl of strawberries with a beer bottle next to her exposed thigh. she was talking to isco’s wife, when her eyes landed upon marco’s. her eyes were another thing that he found beautiful about her; the small specks of gold in her dark brown eyes along with her unmistakable freckles dotted around her nose.

“i guess i’ll leave you two alone.” isco’ wife stated, taking it as her cue to leave.

bella sighed as isco’s wife left the kitchen, vacating the room which meant that marco and bella were finally alone.

“hello handsome.”

marco jumped slightly, not realising he had been out in a psychedelic trance by bella, who had only said two words. her normal straightened black hair cascaded down her shoulders in its natural curls (which was marco’s favourite hairstyle on bella) covered her deep dimples from the world. marco couldn’t hide his dumb smile as he approached his girlfriend, hiding the small black box behind his back. he knew that now wouldn’t be the right time and marco didn’t really want to ruin such a wholesome moment between them.

trying to fight off the small amount of alcohol in his system, marco positioned his body in between bella’s legs and rested his head on her shoulder. bella couldn’t deny that whenever she was in marco’s presence, a smile would instantly appear on her face. she knew it was wrong to be so emotionally attached to someone, especially with how dispensable people can be nowadays, but bella couldn’t help it. marco asensio was infectious, someone you couldn’t give up easily.

he was the man who would send bella massive bouquets of roses whenever he was away for a game, along with the occasional giant teddy bear. marco was the man who always listened to whatever she gave to say and always respected her boundaries.

marco would always make sure that she was alright emotionally, wanting to talk about everything and anything that could possibly worry bella. marco was just the perfect man and bella knew that she’d never met anyone like him in her lifetime.

bella started with a small kiss on his lips, allowing herself to savour the familiar taste. just as she was going for another delicate kiss, marco smashed his lips onto hers, not giving bella a second to breath. as they pulled apart, bella kept one hand on marco’s shoulder, allowing themselves to catch their breath.

“geez, someone’s in a good mood.” marco chuckled, before bella brought her lips onto his again.

bella hummed against his lips, using her free hand to run through marco’s hair lightly. marco relished for that feeling of contact between the two, using his arms to grab onto her hips and pull bella even closer to him. before the kiss could lead anywhere that wasn’t the kitchen, bella pulled away (much to the displeasure of marco) and grabbed a strawberry from the bowl.

“gosh, how can you manage to switch from sexy to cute in under a second?” marco stated, taking a bite of the strawberry bella had presented.

bella chuckled in reply, planting a delicate kiss on his cheek. nothing else mattered to her expect marco and she knew her boyfriend reciprocated the feeling. marco pulled bella into a hug, allowing themselves to escape into another world, completely forgetting about the people who were now flooding back into the kitchen. until her hand fell upon something hard (that wasn’t marco’s ‘friend’).

“marco, what’s this?”

in such a small amount of time, marco was quickly taken back down to the ground. in bella’s hand, was the small black box he had been carrying earlier. everyone in the room had gone silent, watching with baited breath at the scene that was unfolding. marco was speechless, which didn’t help him in the situation.

“marco, can you say something please?” bella whispered into his ear, stroking the side of his face.

the small strokes along his face brought down marco’s anxiety levels, reminding him that he wasn’t alone. as he stared into bella’s eyes, maroc could feel himself relaxing. bella has that effect in him; when marco would become stressed, bella would always be able to bring him back to a state of calm. marco rubbed the back of his neck, realising how awkward he made isco’s party.

he took the box from bella’s hand and got down onto one knee. but when he watched bella’s confused face become even confused, marco rushed back up to his feet, smoothing down his shirt. just as he was about to say anything, marco got heckled by one of his teammates.

“hurry up marco!”

marco looked over and glared at isco, who had received a slap around the back of the head from his wife. marco took another deep breath and finally said what he’d been waiting what seemed like a lifetime to say.

“i know you don’t like labels, so will you be my married-person-thing?”

marco could feel the oxygen levels drop in the room, his throat going dry and his palms becoming sweaty. bella pulled on his heartstrings even when she didn’t mean to. god, she was breathtaking.

“of course i’ll be your married-person-thing!”

at first, marco was shocked. he didn’t actually expect his very casual proposal to work but there he was, looking his fiancée in the eye. marco smiled, a stupidly happy smile crossed his face. he pulled bella into a sweet kiss, holding onto her face, wishing he’d never have to pull away.

the small diamond sparkled in the nightlight, but not like bella’s eyes. those eyes that he could fall in love with all over again and never get bored. marco would gladly stare into those beautiful eyes all day. but in that moment, marco could’ve sworn that he had found infinity in those deep brown eyes.

six years is a long time to be in love. marco thought.

but it’s worth it.

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Hey guys this is a more serious post actually lately I’ve been receiving a lot of hate about my content and it made me kind of sad I only started writing because people on here like it and tumbler is very well known for smut and stuff like that also I’m not the only one writing smut on this app.

But still i want to apologize because my writing doesn’t have any bad intentions and I’m sorry if any one feels offended by my content. People also started to report my stuff and told me to kill my self and that I don’t belong on this app and the sad part about it is that the people were adults. That’s why I think I will stop writing on here

Q&As and FIFA

"Hey everybody, this is Y/N! Welcome back to my channel," you greeted the camera with a bright smile. Never in your wildest dreams had you imagined your channel to get this far when you first started filming videos. You had started of as a typical teenage girl, filming her newest purchases on her phone and posting them, and were now one of the most followed  YouTubers in Britain.

"With me today I have a very special guest, you already know who it is from the title and thumbnail but..." laughing you made some horribly executed drum roll-sounds. "it's Marcus Rashford!"

Sitting next to you Marcus shyly smiled and gave the camera a little wave. "Hello everybody!"

"I know I'm not the only one who watched the Euros and though Marcus was super cute," with those words you turned to Marcus and gave him an excessive wink, "so I was so stoked when he accepted my invite to join one of my videos. Thanks, Marcus."

Marcus gave you a nod, "My pleasure, I love your channel." He fumbled a little over his words, clearly flustered by you complementing him; but hoped you didn't notice it. Your confidence was something he admired greatly. If he had been more outspoken himself - he would have admitted to finding you cute as well, maybe even mentioned how he had crushed on you for ages - but admitting to liking your channel was the best he dared to do.

"Aww, stop it," you laughed while waving a hand in the air. "Okay, so I know I told you the plan was for us to play some FIFA but I actually have something else in mind first, obviously only if it's okay for you."

Your words made him a little nervous, but he forced himself to give you a smile; one which he hoped appeared confident. "I'm up for anything!"

"Great, so I had my subscribers send in some questions, so I was thinking we could do a little Q and A first?"

The idea of a Q and A calmed him down a little. Interviews was something he was used to. If only he managed to convince himself that it was a regular interviewer asking the questions; and not his long-term celebrity crush.

"Sure!"

The first couple of questions were pretty basic and required short answers. Such as 'What's your favorite color?' and 'How would your dream team look?' Eventually, however, you moved onto deeper topics - such as the finale and his missed penalty.

"I know this is probably hard to talk about," you said, "and if you don't want to answer we can cut this part, but someone asked how it's been for you after the penalties?"

Marcus took a deep breath before answering.

"Well, it was really tough obviously. Representing your country is a really special feeling, especially when you end up not doing as well as you had hoped. Whilst most people have been extremely supportive, others have been extremely disrespectful.." as the topic of racism was brought up Marcus dragged a hand through his hair in frustration.

"Obviously racism isn’t anything new, but it's always extremely disappointing to see that it still exists so much of it."

With a nod you decided to speak up on the topic too. "I totally get that.. Firstly I just want to say that, no matter what some people might say, you were amazing and made England, including me, so proud! And secondly, the racist comments really pissed me off as well. I obviously can't imagine how it is for you to be the one receiving the comments, all I can say is that they're ridiculous!" You let out a frustrated sigh, feeling quite strongly about the subject. "If I see any racist comments on this video, I'll seriously hunt you down," you threatened, pointing a finger at the camera.

Deciding that it was a good time to wrap up the interview and start playing FIFA, you playfully pushed Marcus in the shoulder. "I got to warn you, I'm quite competitive so don't expect me to go easy on you because you're a guest!"

Marcus laughed, "Oh, I think I'll manage." Normally he wouldn't feel comfortable about joking around like this with someone he had just met, but your easygoing nature really brought out the best in him.

"You're actually really good," Marcus pointed out just as he scored. "It won't be such an easy win for me," he smirked, "I'll give you that." Rolling your eyes you focused on the game, tongue poking out in concentration.

Seconds later you managed to score your own goal. Letting out a celebratory scream, you turned to him. "Think you spoke a little too quick there, Mr. Professional Footballer."

"Rematch with real football," Marcus pouted as you scored yet again and ended up winning the game. Laughing you turned to the camera and raised your eyebrows, as in to say 'Can you believe this man?'

The two of you said your goodbyes to the camera, wrapping up for today. Marcus had been trying to muster up the courage to ask you out for the entire video. He almost decided to back out, but knowing that you probably wouldn't see each other again after this - he spoke up.

"Would you want to go out sometime?"

His hands were clammy and his heart was racing as he waited for you to answer.

You beamed as you gave him a small hug.

based off request: Can you write a Marco Asensio imagine where he gets badly injured during a match?

PARINGS: marco asensio x you (the reader)

WARNINGS: swearing!

marco hated hospitals. they held bad memories for him and every time he came to one, he could feel the wounds being opened all over again. the beeping of the machines, the cries of family members and the overall feeling of dread that hung over the building was enough to make marco curl up in anxiety.

then he saw you, the light in his darkness, the one constant that will he would never let change. you were asleep in a seemingly uncomfortable position on the hospital chair, keeping one hand on his. you had that cashmere jumper on that he bought you last christmas, unconsciously rubbing it against your skin. in so much chaos, you made peace in marco’s heart.

stupidly, marco tried to move, which made a loud groan of pain to escape his lips. you shot up out of your seat, scared that something might’ve happened to your fiancé.

“babe, what are you doing?” you sleepily asked, taking ahold of his hand.

visually, marco was in pain. but he’d never let himself look like he was in pain because then he’d only worry you.

“i was about to ask you the same thing.” he replied, running his finger along your engagement ring.

for a moment, you both stayed silent, not wanting to talk about what happened. marco remembered pieces of what had happened: the crunch sound his ankle made, the medical team putting his body in the stretcher, the well wishes of his teammates & his barcelona opponents and his fiancée’s whimpers as he got whisked away in an ambulance.

marco also remembered the hours before, where he proposed. it was everything he wanted it to be; in front of the madrid sunset by the beach with a beautiful view and a beautiful girl. everything he ever wanted...

to be injured in an el classico game absolutely destroyed marco. marco was never really worried about getting injured because it had never happened before; which is why when this happened, he broke. he wasn’t mentally or emotionally ready to deal with not playing football and eventhough he wasn’t ready to admit it, you could tell by how glassy marco’s eyes were.

luckily, the bed was big enough for the both of you. marco knew he probably shouldn’t, should he aggravate his doctor or his injury but he couldn’t care less. he just needed to be with his girl. slowly, marco scooter along the bed, giving you enough room to lay next to him. you rested your head against his chest, listening to his calming heartbeat.

small tears started to fall down his face and that started to break you. marco cried every once in a while, but it was a rarity and when he did show vulnerability, it made him even more admirable. he tried to wipe them away but you stopped him, taking ahold of his hand and kissing it.

“hey, they’ll be other classicos.” you stated, wiping away his tears.

“i know, i know.” he whispered, trying to fight back the tears that appeared on his cheeks.

marco calmed down with you by his side, letting all his emotions spill in your presence. in silence, you allowed marco to release everything he had been feeling in front of you. that was another plus in your relationship, in vulnerable moments, nothing has to be said.

after a while, marco took your hand and kissed your engagement ring, letting you know how much he loves you. how he’d never be able to live without you by his side. marco knew that the rehab would be tough and that there would be some days when he’d want to give it all up. but with you, marco knew he could go through hell & back... and still make it out alive. because forever and always, means forever and always.

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PARINGS: antoine griezmann x ‘her’ (the curvy)

WARNINGS: implied smut

antoine didn’t know what he had done to deserve the girl. when they had met, it took him an hour to even work up the courage to talk to her and it took another two just to get her number. he was in awe of her and from that moment, antoine needed to know her.

it wasn’t easy: with his busy schedule in spain and her with her stubbornness about not wanted to date a footballer, antoine had a lot of walls to break down. eventually, he did. now a year later, he never expected that she’d be next to him in his bed, sleeping soundly against his chest.

the way the morning light bounced off her skin was enough to make antoine want to pounce on her again, but she looked so beautiful untouched, that antoine kept his urges to himself. he was in awe of every stretch mark along her hips, the dark purple marks adding strength that she didn’t even knew she had. antoine remembered the first time he saw them.

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“what are those?” antoine asked, pointing at them as if it was some type of spectacle.

she instantly shyed away, covering the marks with the jeans she had been mindlessly putting on. her past romantic interests had always pointed them out and made fun of her for it. antoine’s thoughtless question wasn’t meant to be overthought but she had found a way to link it to something of her past. her eyes started welling up and the odd tear started falling down her cheek. even though she didn’t think antoine would notice, she’s terrible at hiding her emotions. she came inside herself and antoine quickly realised it. he left his comfortable position on his bed and stood behind her, using the mirror in front to watch her face.

“mon amour, i didn’t mean to offend-” antoine whispered into her ear, keeping his arms around her waist.

“they’re ugly, i know.” she sighed, doing up the button on her jeans, hiding her marks from her boyfriend’s prying eyes.

antoine shut his mouth, stopping himself from shouting at his girlfriend. she exceeded beauty in every sense of the word but she never saw it. those marks meant something to antoine because they were part of her skin; skin that he’d always protect, love and cherish. antoine needed to show her that.

he started buttoning her jeans, pulling them down so they were just above her knees. antoine went onto his knees, his face on level with her hips. antoine’s lips moved from one mark to the other, making sure that every single one got attention. he could see from the mirror that she was still crying but a smile slowly crept onto her face.

“i like them. don’t ever change it.”

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antoine smiled, noticing how comfortable she had become in her own skin since that day. he moved down the bed, so her head was more on his chest but his hands could roam along her body.

then the memories of the night the pair had had last night. the first time they had made love together was memorable enough to make antoine happy for the rest of his life. he would gladly wait another year if it meant making love to an amazing woman like her.

the way her nails dogged into his back whilst they moved in synch and the way his name left her mouth with staggered breath was enough for him to finish quicker than usual. antoine lightly ran his fingers along her neck, where he had left a numerous amount of marks.

and those soft thighs. antoine praised and worshipped those tighs in a daily basis; they were the favourite part of her whole body. he used them as pillows when he just come back from training and he was tired, he would squeeze them for reassurance when she was anxious about something and he loved kissing them. but after last night, they were covered in marks from his heavy kisses.

PARINGS: kepa arrizabalaga x OC (chloe)

WARNINGS: slight angst!

complete and utter silence. multiple pairs of eyes were on the couple in anticipation for what was about to happen. but little did they know, that it was not as it seems.

when kepa had moved to england, he didn’t know anyone that wasn’t associated with his football team. however, on a rainy day at the indian takeaway outside his apartment, he met the love of his life. none of the girls back in spain could measure up to chloe’s laugh or her smile. the way she floated through life like a cloud and that nothing else mattered but the happiness of those around her.

whenever kepa was by her side, he felt untouchable. even as in outsider who had just made his home in england, chloe made him feel at home. her homemade meals are to die for, even when they didn’t look as appetising. kepa couldn’t imagine anything better than being with chloe.

which is why 10 months later at chloe’s annual spring family barbecue, kepa was on one knee and chloe was looking back at him with wide eyes. her hair blew in the cooling summer breeze and she looked even more whimsically beautiful than usual. kepa was waiting for his fairytale ending; for chloe to put that ring on her finger and to ride off into the sunset. but then, everything went to shit.

he didn’t want to hide the creeping feeling of disappointment. kepa was shocked but he didn’t want to make that known, so he continued flashing his million dollar smile. but chloe was a wavering mess. she didn’t really understand what was going on until the small diamond on the ring started sparking. small droplets of tears fell down her face and kepa couldn’t keep his act up any longer.

kepa’s smile quickly turned into a hurt frown as he took chloe’s hand in his own. he felt no embarrassment as her entire family stood and watched with mouth wide open. kepa pulled her into a hug, hiding her face from the onlooking eyes.

“mi sol, please say something. you’re scaring me.” he whispered, smoothing down her hair.

all chloe did was stay still in his arms, remembering how she earned the nickname kepa bestowed upon her.

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chloe had a rough day at work; self-centred customers, annoying children and to put the cherry on top; her boss blamed her for all of it. when she walked through her flat door, exhausted from everything that had gone on, she didn’t expect kepa to be in her kitchen, wearing a ridiculous chef hat.

after eating a slightly burnt lasagna, the couple sat on the couch, watching reruns of how i met your mother with sweets and ice cream for dessert. chloe laid on top of kepa, her smaller frame fitting perfectly against kepa’s chest. chloe’s head rested against his chest, kepa’s slow breathing calming down chloe’s frantic head.

“thank you kepa. you didn’t have to do all of this.” chloe murmured, wiping away the stragglers of tears on her face.

“i love you mi sol. this was no problem whatsoever.”

she stayed silent, trying to figure out what ‘mi sol’ meant. kepa had been trying to teach her spanish ever since they met, but never before had he said that word.

“what’s does mi sol mean?” she asked, resting her chin on kepa’s chest.

kepa smiled, before taking ahold of her face and planting kisses everywhere; from her cheek to her neck to her nose. he had so much adoration for chloe that she didn’t mind him showing that, even when she wasn’t in the mood.

“it means my sunshine.”

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chloe pulled away, finding it hard not to put that ring on her finger. technically, she didn’t have a reason not to put that ring on her finger. she loves kepa and could imagine spending the rest of her life with him. but seeing that ring, her future in one small peice of jewellery, made her more scared for what’s to come.

“I never thought I’d be so lucky, especially not in this lifetime to love someone like you chloe. so if you want to wait another lifetime mi sol, i’ll wait.” kepa whispered, kissing the top of her forehead.

she sighed once again before grabbing the small black box with the beautiful engagement ring. chloe didn’t know exactly what she was scared of; kepa had always treated her right and she never felt in danger when she was around. in fact she felt the opposite around kepa, in his arms, was the definition of safety.

without saying a word, chloe slid the ring onto her finger. chloe’s warm smile spread along her face as more tears fell down her face. but this time, they were not because she was scared; they were because she was excited for what was to come. her future with kepa. kepa picked her up by her waist and span her around in pure joy. in the whirlwind of blurry images, the thing that stayed in focus was kepa. which was all she needed to know.