#Ballon d'or

[muffinpink02]

The aura this girl posses is insane. And that fucking tongue, erghhh. On my knees 🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️

[repulsiveliquidation]

I just wanna know how Olga functions properly around her

[theuntoldstorythatneedsawriter]

Ceremony 🕶🥇

Alexia Putellas x blind!reader

warning : disability 🕶🦻

(my first language isn't english nor spanish, sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes)

Summary :

It's the first time a prestigious football ceremony invites a blind footballer to an award ceremony. During the night, you meet many incredible athletes, one in particular catch your interest.

The night was filled with anticipation. The grand football awards ceremony was abuzz with chatter, the clink of glasses, and soft laughter. It was your first time being invited, and, for the first time in history, a blind footballer like you was recognized at such a prestigious event. The nerves were hard to shake, but you held your head high, fingers lightly tracing the cane in your hand as you navigated through the space.

You'd met some incredible female footballers that night, each more welcoming than the last. Lucy Bronze had given you a warm greeting, Millie Bright had joked about your shared love for the sport, and even Sam Kerr had exchanged a few words with you. But there was a presence that lingered close, someone who seemed to always be nearby, watching, but never intruding.

As the night wore on, you found yourself seated at a quieter corner, enjoying the soft hum of music in the background when you heard a voice, gentle, warm, and distinctly Catalan.

- Holà, mind if I join you?

You tilted your head toward the voice and smiled.

- Not at all.

- Alexia Putellas

She said, her voice as smooth as silk. You could hear the soft clink of her glass being set down.

- I’ve been wanting to meet you all night.

Your heart skipped a beat. Alexia Putellas, the two-time Ballon d'Or winner, was sitting with you, wanting to talk to you of all people. You shifted slightly, trying to compose yourself, but your nervousness must’ve shown because she chuckled lightly.

- You’re doing amazing things. Breaking barriers in football like this, it’s inspiring.

You smiled, touched by her words.

- Thank you. It's surreal being here. I never thought I’d get the chance to attend something like this.

- You deserve to be here as much as anyone. More, even, football is for everyone.

Her voice warm and sincere. The conversation flowed easily. She asked you about your experience in blind football, about your journey, and you found yourself opening up to her. You talked about the challenges, the moments of triumph, and how much you loved the sport. Alexia was an attentive listener, never interrupting, her voice soft and encouraging whenever she spoke.

- I’ve seen clips of your matches

Alexia said at one point.

- The way you move, the way you read the game, it's… incredible. You see the pitch in ways most of us can't.

You laughed softly, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.

- I guess I do, in my own way.

The hours passed like minutes. Her attention was unwavering, making you feel like the only person in the room. By the end of the night, you found yourself drawn to her in a way you hadn’t expected.

As the event began to wind down, you both stood up, ready to part ways. But before you could walk away, Alexia reached out, gently brushing her fingers against your arm.

- I hope this isn’t the last time we talk.

There was something unspoken in her words, something hopeful. You smiled, nodding.

- I’d like that.

And with that, she slipped her hand into yours, giving it a soft, reassuring squeeze before guiding you toward the exit. You felt the connection between you grow stronger with every word, every shared laugh, and every step you took together into the night.

[imverits]

[gabbysthoughts4thots]

Hugging ruben before anything else and Ruben holding his crutches for him IM SOBBING

[ceesimz]

So the women win an award, and they ask them about... the men. 🤨

[planetpedri]

hiiii, please can you do something with pau cubarsi where the reader accompanies him to the ballon dor awards and it’s super sweet xxx

Heavy focus — Pau Cubarsí.

Pairing: Pau Cubarsí x Fem!Reader.

Summary: It was Pau’s first Ballon D’or, and he had successfully gotten you to agree to go (not that it took that much convincing). You had never been so proud in your life, and he was just happy you were there with him.

Word count: 470+

Disclaimer/s: Allll fluff !!

A/N: I’m nauseous, I tried to search for a specific pic of him there but why did like. nobody fucking post pics of him there ???

The black dress felt far too tight on you. Maybe it was your nerves or it was just tight, either way, you were uncomfortable. You had agreed to go with Pau when he asked without hesitation, but you seemed to have forgotten that you would have to spend hours in the dress you’d boughten. Not to mention, the heels? They were digging onto the soles of your feet the more you walked.

But! All that aside, it was an amazing experience. You’d arrived, walked the carpet with him and his family, taken pictures, and it all went smoothly.

Pau was a bundle of jittery nerves, he couldn’t keep a smile off his face at all times, except for maybe when he asked how you were doing.

The whole night, he’d turned to you every ten to twenty minutes to ask, “are you alright?” or “are you having fun?” oh, and your favorite, “you’ll tell me if you need a break, right?”

Each time, you gave him a reassuring smile, and if you could, a quick squeeze of the hand. Pau would smile back, a hint of relief on his face every time. When he could, he would give you a quick peck. Whether that was on the lips, cheek, forehead, or just anywhere on your head and face in general.

When Lamine won an award, you glanced at Pau, your lips forming a pout at how adorable he looked. He held not jealousy or envy toward his friend, just adoration. Pau was always so proud of his teammates, and it was very clear in his expression just how proud he felt.

You wore the same expression the whole night, but it wasn’t just for all the other players, it was especially for Pau. Your boyfriend. Your stomach hurt with how proud you were of him and how far he had come. He was all you could focus on the whole night, in fact.

Leaning over, after the awards were over and everyone began to leave, you whisper in Pau’s ear. “I’m so proud of you.” He glanced down at you, his ears turning a light shade of maroon.

“I didn’t win anything?” He chuckles, standing up and lending you a hand.

You shrug, “that doesn’t mean anything. You still made it here, thats a big accomplishment. I’m proud of you, always.”

Using the grip he had on your hand, he pulls you closer to him. “Thank you.” He cheeses, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your lips, which you greet happily. “I love you.”

“Of course.” You hum against his lips. “And, I love you too.” You pull back with a grin, “now, i’m sure you have people to meander around and talk with, yeah?”

Pau sighs, tangling his fingers through yours. “Unfortunately, you are right.”

likes , comments , and reblog’s are all appreciated. lmk if you’d like to be tagged in future posts for Pau or for any specific people i write for in general.

DTS , @halfwayhearted @spidybaby !

[aetaoidy]

October will be missed.

[desperate-gay]

yeah tell em bc where is girma and why is horan there😭

[hiddenlife-manager]

Jude Bellingham x Fem Reader

cw… bdsm, caning implied, consent, handcuffs, restraints, blood, wrist pain, a lot of pain, doggy, slightly edited, bruises, etc

notebook… Yall college has been nothing but fucking awful. So yeah I disappeared. Hopefully next semester is better, ALSO I am starting a book. I want to write a romance vampire novel with adventure. (This is totally gonna take me five ish years with this fuck ass schedule of mine.)

Your hands slipped consistently off the wooden board, your knees cushioned by the mattress below. The comforts for your knees meant nothing, your heart beating each pump being loud within your ears. Your ass covered in red streaks, dark spots slowly spreading around. Your body shivered as if it was the coldest day of the entire year; funnily enough, your body was warm, so warm you were dripping down your own legs.

“Had enough?” A deep voice from behind whispered beside your ear; it was strong, loud enough to overshadow your own heart. Your mouth covered by your own panties, drool dribbling down your chin. The lacy fabric bought for this special night is no longer where it was supposed to be. Your wrists were burning, the metal no longer soothing amongst the skin. Your makeup smeared all over your face, your lipstick no longer perfectly aligned around those two lips.

“Mhm.” You weakly attempted to speak, your jaw being locked in place. The pain forced your teeth to clench so tightly the gag did nothing to stop you from talking; it was your jaw. Your hands continuously attempting to grab onto the wooden headboard, no use; the wetness on them causing your wrist to lose grip and hurt your wrist over and over.

“I doubt it; you did this to yourself.” His beautiful two-toned lips pressed right at your temple. Your appearance did not display your true enjoyment. Jude was your lover after all; he would never harm you if you did not want this. It all started because he was curious; you joined him on this journey, and here you were. On your knees, wrist stinging, ass covered in bruises, most importantly dripping wet.

“You want me to fuck you?” His hand raised to your hair and pulled it back. Your face looking rougher than before. “Touch your clit like you want? Just beg, baby.”

“Mhm.” He smirked at the desperate whine. He was wearing only a button-down and dress pants. He let go of your head, forcing your head to drop down at such movements. He made you look at him, gripping your chin and forcing you to look at his every move. His hand pushing against the sleeves and folding them over. One by one, his large hands removed a button from his dress shirt. Only a few were left before he moved to his dress pants.

“You worship me so well, baby.” His lips raised to a smirk, and he pushed your head away. He climbed onto the bed; there his hand touched your bruised ass. “Your poor ass, I’ll take good care of you.” You heard him lowering his boxers from behind you. In minutes you felt his cock prodding at your cheeks. His hand reached for your hair; he gripped it, wrapping it in his hand. Forcing your head back.

“Good girl.” His other hand touched your warm, shivering body, gripped at your waist; he loved every mark on you, the one he made on you, and the scars you brought before you two ever met your beautiful marks. You called them blemishes; he would never. “You don’t deserve prep.”

“MHM!” A cry erupted; your body weakly attempted to grab at the board, the sweat causing them to slip. You felt it, hips being rocked in and out of you. This is all you wanted: you needed him, to be close to him. Perhaps a few would call this brutal or disgusting. You paid no mind to other opinions. Jude was your world, and making him happy and yourself happy is all that matters.

His hand raised, slapping at your left ass cheek, his other hand still holding your hair, forcing your head back. His cock going into your dipping wet cunt, from all the pain inflicted on your body, you were needy. Desperate for him to finally fill you up with what you desired, he enjoyed this foreplay. He loved it; you rarely ever used the safe word. He knew pain made you needy, and watching you in pain created a monster from within.

“So tight,” he groaned, “taking me so well.” His hand that slapped your ass caressing the bruises, even during these harsh sexual encounters, you felt the tender touches he allowed linger. You could only imagine the face of pleasure he currently held. The way his beautiful brown skin complimented yours. The way his dress shirt is messed up, your eyes were shut, creating an image in your mind.

It took several thrusts into your cunt to cause the feeling to slowly become unbearable to ignore. It tingled from within. Causing you to moan into your panties. His thighs hitting your bruised ass caused pleasure and pain. You eventually managed to grab at the headboard, your hair still being in his grip.

“Getting louder and tighter, baby.” You tried to nod, but his hand gripped your hair tighter, preventing you from nodding. His thrust was clean and precise; it hit the right spot every single time. The feeling of an impending orgasm no longer allowed you to ignore it. You wanted to cum; you craved his touch. You knew he was having an ego boost, not just from just handling you so well but from his successes. He was extremely successful, scoring goals in every single match—an impressive feat for a midfielder.

“You want to cum?” There was a hint of playfulness in his tone. He knew you wanted to cum, and he had no intention of stopping you. He held a plan to fuck you even after you cum. He was close; that was not something he could deny. He wasn’t as close as you thought. “I will allow you to cum; all you have to do is spit those panties out and beg.”

In a matter of seconds, you tried to spit the panties out; unfortunately, it wasn’t easy. It slipped out of your mouth with more drool than anything. “Please, Jude, let me cum. I’ve been good!”

“Good girl.” He gripped your hair even tighter; finally, he could hear your gasps and moans without the panties in your mouth. He wanted to hear you cry out in pleasure when you cum. “Go ahead.” He thrust harder than before; his free hand, no longer on your cheek, snaked down to your clit. His long and skinny fingers rubbing circles with the right pace.

“Shit.” Your cunt clenched on him tightly, and your legs shook with fury. Your hands lost grip once more on the headboard, and with his permission, he let go of your hair. Your head dropped, followed by his hands gripping at your waist and quickening the pace, thrusting with purpose. You cried out in pleasure, the orgasm washing through you; immediately you realized he wasn’t stopping. “Too much!”

“You asked to cum, baby; you made the choice.” Your ears picked up the teasing tone. You could not stop the shaking, the pain of being overstimulated. He did not stop his two fingers rubbing at your clit. He ignored your pleas; he was chasing the high he deserved. He pleased you, and it was your turn to treat him. “Ugh! Fucking close!”

You tried hard to pull away, but each time was futile; his body thrust deeper each time, and he would press just a little harder on your clit at your attempts. Your tears quicken down your face, your wrist becoming almost naked by the rubbing. You were no longer grabbing onto anything, causing your wrist to ache in pain. His thighs began to tense, his thrust kept at the pace, not slowing down for a second.

“So fucking good!” He smirked at how he was close. Then there it was, the feeling of being full. You were about to orgasm once more, and you knew this one had something else. You cried louder, begging him to slow down; he could care less. Then it happened; he thrust so deep he felt you clench harder than before, and a grunt left his lips. His head was thrown back, and that was it. Your body burst in pleasure, and the sheets below you were covered by your own sweet liquids. Your legs shook so much you no longer supported your knees, and you fell down, his cock slipping out.

“How pathetic; you ruined our sheets.” He groaned in pleasure, his cock dripping his cum; your cunt was full already. He climbed over you gently and removed the key from his neck and unlocked your wrist. He would never let you lie there exhausted and your wrist aching. He loved you too much.

[pitchsidestories]

Us, watching SOME players not get nominated for the Ballon d‘Or 👀

[laminesyamal]

barça champions league win against bayern

barça 4-0 humiliation of real m*drid in el clásico

lamine kopa trophy

barça femeni best women’s team

aitana back-to-back ballon d’or

rodri ballon d’or

it’s a GREAT week to be a culer 🥰

[sccpmccabe]

Vini Jr. lost the Ballon d'Or to Rodri because of "values", this is the news that is circulating on all sports channels in the world hours before this award ceremony.

Rodri, the guy who wasn't considered the best player on his team last season, wasn't even part of the team of the best players in the competitions he played in. He wasn't the best player in Spain, much less in the Euros, having been ranked eighth until five months ago. This is the best player in the world for the judges.

In the end, the Europeans will never get tired of robbing us, that's quite clear.

[footiehoemcfc]

okay it's getting kinda ridiculous now how all real madrid players are making posts about vini.

they look like spoiled kids who always got what they wanted from their rich parents and now that it didn't go their way they are having a full blown meltdown it's INSANE.

Vinicius didnt deserve it. He was not real madrid's best player last season. Much less, brazil's. Bellingham did not deserve it. His prime was like 5 months of making himself look busy and score some goals. Carvajal was not madrid's best player, he was not spai's best player.

Rodri was KEY for both man city and spain. Hence the meltdown we all had and so many people had when he got injured. Everyone who is a rival literally celebrated it because they know how important he is to both teams. He was consistent, he won so many trophies, more trophies than lost games. That literally should tell you everything.

All madrid fans need to stop living in delulu land pls.

[repulsiveliquidation]

AITANA BACK TO BACK BABY

[vitorroquesgf]

camavinga saying “football politics ❌”, as if his team’s popularity/success doesn’t heavily rely on the political support they’ve had all throughout their history.

you cannot say you’re against politics in football when you play for a club that would be nowhere without politics, when you play for a club who is the main topic of every controversial trophy win in football history, when your club tries to victimize themselves using politics, when your club prides itself on the political history they have, when your club continues to worship political figures.

football and politics go hand in hand, especially if we’re talking about real madrid.

plus, this ballon d’or thing doesn’t even have anything to do with politics. if france football and uefa are so against you, why did carlo ancelotti win the best coach award? why did you win the best club award? i’m convinced being dumb is a requirement for being a real madrid player.