#Leon Goretzka imagine

[footballffbarbiex]

The Single Parent Series.

Me? In love with the concept of a baby daddy? Always.

Mixed players rather than one series about one player. Enjoy. If this goes well, I'll be happy to take more of these requests.

Darwin Nunez: his little girl loved Darwin's braids and wants her own but he can't do them. A trip to the hairdressers results in a hair style class.

Leon Goretzka: his best friend is the only one who can calm down his toddler and Leon has to admit his feelings when it becomes too much.

Leon Goretzka: Leon finds himself falling for a woman who is part of his daughter's life, but the age gap between them proves to be an issue.

Marco Rose: Marco is stressing over his daughter's ballet recital and so in comes the bestie to help him stop stressing.

Marco Rose: Moving back to Leipzig, Marco finds out that his child's favourite teacher just so happens to be an old flame.

Marco Rose: they become friends at the school gates and their children begin to have play dates at one another's house.

Marco Rose: very guarded following a messy divorce and she shows him that he's also very much a man and needs to think of himself too.

Mario Hermoso: best friends and she's there when he needs her the most

Mario Hermoso: Meeting at parent and toddler group.

Mason Mount: after becoming a single dad following a one night stand, Mason's best friend takes part of the hardship and helps to raise the little one.

Mason Mount: your child calls Mason daddy for the first time and even though you're not together, it makes Mason burst with pride.

Mats Hummels: his child comes home from school with news of a school bake sale but Mats cannot bake. Thankfully for him, his best friend is a pastry chef and she can bake.

Oscar Mingueza: he's on a first date when he gets a call to say his babysitter is having to leave due to a family emergency. His date doesn't want to cut it short and is happy to go babysitting.

Ruben Dias: Ruben likes his daughter's ballet teacher but the feelings aren't reciprocated…or are they?

Sergio Ramos: she's Sergio's coach's daughter and when he has childcare issues and has to bring his child to training, she steps up to help with homework.

Trent Alexander-Arnold: she doesn't follow football and has no idea how who he is, and has no idea that he has a child until she hears the little one calling Trent daddy.

[pavardscherie]

Leon Goretzka, kisses in the morning<33333

this man needs more drabbles!

the sun already settled in the morning sky, cascading hues of apricot and dandelion over the baby blue. soft, cotton clouds drifted above the houses, and the early birds chirped their cheerful melodies.

it was the first day of your vacation, the first morning to sleep in while most people were on their way to work. the weekend was longer than expected, the short trip to berlin for another match, turned into an overnight sight seeing adventure. in the middle of the night, when the moon already prepared to disappear behind the brightness of the sun, leon carried you home on his back.

that adventure ended around six hours ago, the clock already striking eleven a.m. while you were still snuggled up comfortably in the blanket, leon woke up around thirty minutes ago. an arm underneath his head, the other still draped over your belly, his cinnamon brown eyes watched you. chest rising slowly, and falling merely a second later again, the breaths leaving and entering your mouth in a steady rhythm.

scooting closer to your warm body, your shoulder pressed into his naked chest, leon leaned up slightly. his face found a home between your shoulder and your jaw, peppering the side of your throat with multiple small, and gentle kisses. lips moving along the span of your cheek, he placed a soft peck on the corner of your mouth.

it was difficult to keep himself away from you, when it was too rare that the two of you shared a day off. mostly, either he was home alone, or you had to stay at the house by yourself. this one time, it all worked out perfectly. shifting slightly, the duvets rustled with his movements, leon leaned over your body, and placed s quick peck on your dry lips.

while he was too deeply focused on the change of expression on your face, one of your hands already traveled and landed on his neck. soft pads caressed over his skin, playing with the small locks on the back of his head. „good morning, my love.“ leon whispered, pushing himself further up with his underarms, and pressing a quick but soft kiss on your lips.

„good morning, baby.“ you replied. the bed shifted around you, announcing the movement of leon’s body without having to open to your eyes to see it for yourself. he was hovering above you, one of his thick legs between yours and the other on the far left side.

mouth hovering over yours, you giggled slightly. fingertips pressed against his beard and cheek, you tried to push him away from you. „morning breath, leon. it‘s ew.“ instead of moving away, leon chuckled and shook the head about the comment.

„look, i don’t care. i can handle it. just give me a couple of pecks before i get up.“ his words always sounded so promising, the deep voice you started to love from the first conversation was raspy, almost breaking at the end while the syllables coaxed out of his dry throat. „just an exception! don’t try that tomorrow!“

it was almost a threat, almost a serious comment he would not have witnessed how the corners of your mouth curled upwards. „okay,“ leon accepted your words, knowing that he wasn’t defeated yet. his head dipped down once again, pressing his lips against yours. multiple times, a kiss only lasted two or three seconds.

leon‘s calm attitude, and the disparate ways to show his loving side, always made it difficult to not fall head over heels for him again. but you did. every single day.

[pensat-i-fet]

Making memories together (Leon Goretzka x Reader)

**Got this little request and took it as an opportunity to test writing about topics I’m not neccessarily as comfortable with. I hope you enjoy the result. I think it’s pretty cute 🥰**

Word count: 1052

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“Is she sleeping?”, Leon nodded when he got inside the room but you couldn’t help but notice he seemed worried. “You ok?”

“Not really”, he said, sitting down next to you. “I found out today that our match has been moved to another day”.

“Why is that an issue?”

“It’s now on Sunday”.

You frowned wondering why that was an issue until you realised what Leon meant. Sunday was your little baby’s first birthday.

“Honey, it’s okay. We can move the party to another day”.

“But her birthday is on Sunday, not another day”.

“Yes, and she’s also turning one. That party is for us and our friends, not so much for her. She’ll be sleeping most of the time and won’t remember it”.

You tried to laugh and joke about it but weren’t getting the reaction you hoped from your partner.

A little cry saved you from dealing with this for now since it was now your turn to go see what happened to little Sophia.

When you got to her room, she was still sleeping. Probably just had a dream that made her cry for a couple of seconds. Looking at her, you couldn’t believe she would be turning one in just a couple of days. It seemed like it was only yesterday when you were coming back home from the hospital with her in your arms, looking so small and fragile.

Kissing her head softly enough so as to not disturb her, you went back to your room and found Leon staring at the ceiling.

“Hey, stop feeling guilty, ok?”

“How? I’m always missing big moments because of my job. It’s really annoying”.

You put your head on his chest, cuddling to his side to give him some comfort. “That happens to a lot of people. But your job just makes that a bit worse. It also means your daughter will have everything she could ever ask for so you know, there are positives and negatives”.

“I just don’t want her to grow up feeling like I’m never there for her. Money can’t buy those special memories for her”.

“She won’t. We’ll do everything possible so she doesn’t, ok?”

He nodded, still not looking so sure. And you were now thinking about how you could show him you meant your words.

                                            **

“Come in, they should be home already”, you told your mum, who was going to stay with you on Saturday night to get everything ready for Sophia’s birthday. “Where are my favourite people?”

“Living room!”

When you got there, you found Leon on the floor with Sophia crawling around him and hitting him with a toy.

“Having a good time?”, you laughed.

“The best”.

You sat down next to them, trying to kiss your little daughter but she was too busy crawling. So you kissed her father instead.

“I have to leave in half an hour”.

“We’ll Facetime you tomorrow after the match, ok? So you can wish Soph a happy birthday at the time she was born. You’d be done playing then”.

“I’ll be waiting for the call”.

Before leaving, Leon showered you and little Sophia with kisses. And you couldn’t help but smile knowingly. You couldn’t wait for tomorrow.

                                       **

When you woke up on Sunday, you ran to see your baby and sang happy birthday to her. It really was silly to make such a fuzz…she just wanted to eat. But you still gave her a new toy, not being able to wait for the party to give her some of the gifts.

“Go get ready, honey. I’ll get her dressed”, told you your mum.

“You sure?”

“Yes, that way we can leave as soon as possible. Go now. I have this under control”.

A quick shower later, you put on your Bayern shirt and got all the baby stuff you could need, and then some, before heading to where your mum was taking photos of her granddaughter.

“You two done taking selfies?”

“Yes”, she laughed, “let’s go surprise your daddy, Sophia”.

The match was going to start at 5 pm, which meant it would be definitely finished by 8 pm, the time when Sophia was born one year ago. You always joked saying she had waited until that time because that was her dad’s number. It really felt like a very special coincidence.

“He’s really trying to get that goal, huh?”

You laughed at your mum’s comment because she was so right. Leon was desperate to score so he could dedicate it to his daughter. And that melted your heart. So when he finally scored, you screamed so loud that a lot of people around you turned to look at you.

Leon ran to the camera to do a little celebration for Sophia, not knowing his daughter was closer to him than he expected.

When the match ended, your mum, Sophia and you made your way to the dressing room area. The team knew about you being there so you didn’t need to worry about how to get there.

After the interviews and the shower, Leon was sitting down with his phone in his hand, waiting for you to call him.

“Bro, go outside for a second”, said one of his teammates.

“I can’t, I’m waiting to Facetime with my daughter”.

“I know, just go outside. Trust me”.

He got up and left the dressing room, curious but also worried he’d miss the call somehow. But when he was outside, he realised he didn’t need to worry about his phone anymore.

“What are you doing here?”

“Sophia didn’t want to miss seeing her daddy score on her birthday”.

Leon finally remembered how to walk and moved towards you, giving you a quick kiss and taking Sophia in his arms. He always felt so much pride and love seeing her wear her little Bayern kit with “Papa” on the back.

“Happy birthday, my love. I’m so happy I can be with you today”.

“And at the right time”, you said to him, showing him your phone. It was 8 pm.

“Thank you for making this possible. It means the world to me”.

“I know”, you said, putting your arms around his waist. “You might miss some moments of Sophia’s life and I’ll miss others. But we’ll make enough memories together for her. Don’t worry about that”.

[footballerimaginess]

Dating would include

Leon Goretzka 

Having coffee dates at the local coffee shop 

Sending you flowers whenever you were feeling down 

Giving the best cuddles 

Being so caring and thoughtful throughout your relationship 

Going out for long walks with each other

Supporting each other in everything you do 

Watching Leon’s games and being in the stands for every game 

FaceTime calls 

Him making you go to the gym even when you absolutely hated it 

Having quiet time reading books 

Being so proud of him every day 

Complimenting you even when you felt your worse 

Having a pamper night when he hated it 

Movie night with him when he is not at a game 

Being obsessed with one another in a healthy way 

Having date nights with his team mates 

Being told by his team mates that he is always talking about you 

Giving you his undivided attention 

Kisses on your forehead 

Giving the best head massages in your scalp 

Leaving you a kiss on the cheek while you were sleeping as he went for training 

His small quirks that get on your nerves like him clicking his knuckles which sends a shiver down your spine 

[footballdesires]

unknown reasons, goretzka

pairing: leon goretzka & she,her info: germany has been eliminated from the world cup, and one player of the national team can't understand the reasons. a/n: god, i hate to write this man when he cries, breaks my heart. requests are always open! just ask for a football player & we can work on it!

the plane landed last night in munich, allowing half of the players to exit until it brought the rest to another airport closer to their hometown. the german national team has been eliminated from the world cup in qatar two days ago. 

9am in the morning, they should have been in the kitchen by now, enjoying a calm breakfast and conversations about the plans for the winter break. instead, she stepped out of the warm shower minutes ago and pulled on a pair of comfortable shorts with one of leon’s shirts thrown over the naked chest. 

damp strands tied together to a messy bun on the back of the head, she exited the bathroom which was connected to their shared bedroom. the expectations of a mildly dressed boyfriend with a welcoming smile on his lips were crushed when leon‘s naked back faced her. cuddled into the dark duvets, the male didn’t move a muscle when the footsteps approached him. 

„babe.“ she exclaimed, questioning if he was awake or asleep again. the past weeks have been exhausting, a stressful hell to prepare for the world cup, and he deserved the long hours in bed after what happened. a quiet groan slipped through leon‘s lips, attempting to keep most of the sounds inside. 

the frustration about the early elimination overshadowed the exhaustion, he precisely despised the fact that the german national team had to leave the contest in the group phase. a disaster. a sigh about the unchanging condition of her boyfriend escaped the parted lips. „do you want breakfast in bed? coffee?“ the question was sincere, she didn’t want to force the male into doing the things that he wasn’t satisfied with. 

but leon didn’t answer, pressing the soft cotton pillow further into his wet face to hide from the world. it wasn’t her fault, he knew that; which was one of the many reasons why he kept the conversation short. nodding to herself, she left the shared bedroom to brew herself a coffee in the kitchen before snuggling into the comforts of the bed sheets again. 

when the door fell into the frame, leon slowly turned on the back to inhale a deep breath. forcing the lids open, he blinked repeatedly to adjust to the sudden brightness, shining through the blinds on the window. sweaty hands wiped over the tired face, staring at the white ceiling of the bedroom. 

the loss wasn’t her fault, she didn’t do anything wrong and it wouldn’t be fair to shout at her for feeling completely frustrated and devastated about the elimination. while leon had a hard time to form a sentence about his struggling self, she always attempted to cheer him up. even when he declined the conversation, she stayed by his side and enjoyed the comfortable silence. 

still, leon couldn’t find the words to explain the mixture of negative emotions lingering in the pit of his stomach. he hasn’t sleep well, the past two nights were filled with thoughts about what went wrong in those two weeks. excited to play for germany against the entire world, leon expected to reach much more than just the group phase. 

„fuck.“ the male muttered as the thoughts triggered the sadness once again. tears started to form in the corner of his eyes, unsatisfied about the games and the way he played. pressing the back of his hands against the closed lids, he wanted to avoid the chance that she would witness how miserable he truly felt. for multiple times, leon reassured the female that it’s alright, that there will be more chances to win such an important prize in the future. 

but that was only the beginning of the rope of lies. 

the world watched their mistakes, the failure after empty promises about being better than the last times. 2014, the wonder that the country wanted to see again to support the team. unfortunately, disappointment was written over their expressions after another miserable group phase. they tried, but they didn’t try enough. 

rubbing repeatedly over the eyes, leon wanted to wipe the memories away but the tears started to dwell again. the frustration came in waves, some stronger, some very weak but he couldn’t contain the disappointment in himself. he could have done more, he knew that from the very beginning. it should have been an easy win against japan. 

„are you crying?“ the gentle voice of his girlfriend echoed quietly through the bedroom, announcing her return. exhaling a deep breath, the tightened chest caused a piercing pain while attempting to calm himself down. calloused fingers slid over the forehead and through messy curls of hazelnut hair, and leon, for the first time since he moved out of his tight embrace, tilted the head to the side to glance at his worried girlfriend. 

two mugs with warm coffee, one in each hand, she stood in the middle of the room with widened eyes. throughout their relationship, she has seen many sides of leon, but not once has he cried in front of her. maybe a frown, or the furrowed brows but the eyes stayed dry. „no.“ leon tried to deny the truth, turning away from the lingering gaze of his girlfriend as he didn’t want to witness how the concern increased in the pit of her stomach. 

without speaking another word to the football player, she walked around the bed and placed the hot mugs on the nightstand. climbing onto the duvets, she kneeled next to leon’s position who constantly tried to hide his face in the pillow. she sighed, and denied herself to ask more questions. 

seating more comfortably, she crawled towards the headboard and leaned the clothed back against it. legs outstretched and crossed, she grabbed a mug from the nightstand and carefully took a sip of the hot liquid. “this is so fucking stupid.” the words were mumbled into the pillow, and she only understood the curse syllables of the sentence. arching a single brow at the man beside her, she waited for him to repeat the words when he wanted to. 

slowly he tilted the head to the side to reveal the flustered cheeks and the reddened eyes to the woman he loved. “it’s fucking stupid.” he attempted to speak but over the events of the two weeks and the constant shouts of anger or frustration, the male’s already low voice started to crack. 

she understood immediately what he meant, she didn’t need to ask and stayed quiet. just watching his movements but the reddened eyes stood out. “we’ve practiced so long, so hard. i don’t know how it’s fucking possible. this feels like a bad dream, a nightmare.” while leon ranted quietly and started to let the emotions flow out with the syllables, the tears stood in the corners of his eyes again. 

this time, he didn’t turn the head away from his girlfriend. she saw all the hidden sides of him, she deserves to see this as well. “it was impossible to lose, and still we did. i don’t understand it, i don’t want to believe that the journey is over. we’re home, instead of still playing. it’s killing me.” 

small drops of tears started to roll down the red-tinted cheeks of the football player, and she felt her heart crumble. seeing him in the eclipsed state, with the tears streaming down his face was a sight, she wanted to avoid and still, she couldn’t. the frustration, the denial and the exhaustion mixed together to a negative bowl of emotions and wanted to be let out. 

placing the warm cup on the nightstand again, she laid down beside leon and carefully placed a hand on his heartened cheek. the soft tip of the thumb caressed over his skin, wiping away the droplets of water that stained his face. “how could that happen?” leon questioned the female laying next to him, trying to find a simple answer to the four words that occupied the space in his mind. she just shook the head, not wanting to speak the wrong words and worsen the situation. 

“i don’t want to leave the bed, just don’t want to see the world and listen further to the ignorant comments of the so-called experts.” leon’s frustration was shown in many disparate forms that morning, but one thing was precisely the right decision. she would stay in bed with him until he felt better to move the exhausted muscles and face the world again. 

“i’ll cancel our flight, we can stay in bed until you decide against it.” 

and even though leon only answered with several nods, he was thankful that she wasn’t pressing him further into talking. 

[leonsliga]

Schnipp schnapp 💇🏻‍♂️

[writtingsomestuff]

something related to marriage with Leon Goretzka?

I hope you like it! &lt;3 (Not me watching his videos on YouTube to become familiar with his voice.) As always, any comment about my writing is welcome!

Please take into account that English is not my first language.

warnings: none, I think Leon Goretzka x fem!reader There's a small suprise at the end

Happy Birthday, Love!

You let out a relieved sigh once you walked into your new home. After a long day at work, where you were surprised by your co-workers and a celebration night planned by your husband, you felt like you could sleep in the middle of the hall.

You took off your heels and left your purse in the floor. Leon hated disorder, but taking into account how asleep you were, you couldn't care less. He came right behind you and took the purse to put it into the table.

You carried your dead legs to the sofa and planned on sleeping there. Your husband came from the kitchen with a big glass of water for you.

"It seems that you enjoyed the night" He gave you one of his beautiful smiles

"Dear, I enjoyed it but I'm dead" You let out a huff while he looked at you lovingly

"As long as you enjoyed, that's enough for me" He said "Now please, sit down so you can drink your water and we can go to bed" He helped you to sit down properly. You looked at him with an honest smile on your face as you loved how much he loved you and cared about you, sometimes it felt like you did not deserve him

"Now you tell me," you began to talk slowly "how could you plan all of this? I mean, how long did it take you and how hard it was. There was everyone, literally, from my close friends to my family from back home, some of my past university mates and even your football friends"

"Let's say that... when I love someone," He began to speak while gave you your glass "I try the impossible to make them as much happy as I can" You drank your glass slowly and nodded to his words. You really did not deserve him. "Did you like your gift?"

"Ugh, Leon!" You said annoyed of how much love he could show you "you know I do, everything you do for me is just - you're just perfect, the perfect husband, alright? And sometimes I hate you for that because I cannot be as good as you are" You put the glass on the table while you looked at his eyes.

"Listen," Leon began "you're incredibly amazing, and I need you to know that. You are there for me, you try your best to take care of me, especially when I'm ill and you laugh at my bad jokes. I love how sweet you are to everyone and funny, how you try to cheer for me while being a Dortmund fan, how you make me watch your series and how happy you sound when you read out loud some of your books before going to sleep. Hell! I even love your disorder sometimes" He was on his knees, before you, with his hands on yours, "I love every single little thing about you, do you understand me?" He kissed your knuckles "and you deserve the world for that" He hugged tight as you tried to contain your tears.

You hugged him as well, in silent, both of you in the middle of the dining room, alone, on the floor. There was too much feelings there, no need to be said - it was enough to feel it.

You separated for him as you kept your hands on his super-defined arms. You gave him a small, shy kiss on his cheek.

"Leon" you took a deep breath, as you ended up letting your tears fall "I have to tell you something" he nodded for you to continue as he wiped your tears with his thumbs "Today is not your birthday" you left a small giggle, "but I have a surprise for you"

"Oh really?" He asked laughing "I wonder what it is"

You leaned into his ear, and whispered "I'm pregnant"

He looked at you amazed, as if he was dreaming, as if his biggest dream just came true. "Really?" He exclaimed without believing yet, and you just let out a small yes. He took you in his arms and lift you up and you squealed. "Oh my God!" He let out the biggest and most sincere laugh ever.

"We're going to be parents" you told him once he finally put you down. You caressed his right cheek with your hand, which he quickly took and kissed.

"You need to rest more, and eat healthier, much healthier" He said now, more serious "actually, I thing you could ask for your maternity leave now and -"

"I'm literally on my third week" you smiled at how he was freaking out more than you when you found out at your work place's bathroom

"No, no, no I think you should I mean..., like - this baby is... and his health-" he was literally starting to talk nonsense as you laughed at him "you know what, I'm calling Toni, he's been a father" He started to look for his jacket to get his phone

"Now?" You asked incredulously, as the clock indicated 02:07 A.M.

"Why not?" He asked as he looked for Toni's phone number. You just stood there, imagining how long that night was going to be.

"Leon, love, we will talk about this tomorrow, alright?" You took the phone from his hands and left it on the table "Now let's go to sleep and rest, please. We will figure out everything and you can ask Toni at a more reasonable hour, yeah?" You couldn't believe that you were the one calming him down "Come on, let's go to sleep"

He took your hand and together went upstairs.

"Don't prepare anything for my birthday, you already gave me the best gift" He told you as he got into the bed, next to you.

"The best one from you is still when you asked me to marry you" You told him sincerely

"Good night, sweetheart" He said, "and goodnight to you too" he whispered to the baby , as he put his hand on your belly.

The End

I hope you like it, I don't know how I wrote this and ended up with a pregnancy but I really hope you enjoyed it!

Love you all!!! <3

(Small Toni Kroos appearance because my man is a king)

[miroslavcloset]

Leon Goretzka [NSFW Alphabet]

A/N: Good afternoon fellow girls and gays~ Today is Leon's birthday and to celebrate it, yes here we have ✨Smut✨ I present unto you Leon's NSFW alphabet with all my spicy Headcanons for Bayern's resident thot daughter. Hope you like it <3

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He would be the one to enjoy the view, if he is on top of you, loves to see his work, your body covered in small sweat drops, blushed, and with cute marks of love bites. Then with a smile full of affection asks you if you need anything and how are you feeling, proceeding to give you a kiss and cuddle next to you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Due to his hard physical training, his chest and arms are strong and defined, being a perfect view while being under him. He loves your thighs, especially when he is grabbing them to hold you against him, your legs locked around his waist. Secretly wants you to sit on his shoulders to feel them around his head.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum)

One of his favorite views is how his cum pools in your abdomen when he finishes outside, loving how in a way you're his and his only, that picture being exclusive to his eyes. After that, he will be careful to clean you up, if possible with a warm towel.

D = Dom/Sub (are they more dominant or submissive in bed?)

He loves to dominate you, making sure you know who you belong to, even sometimes telling you to say it in the middle of making love. Of course everything with any boundaries or limits of your preference, he would never hurt you in any shape or form.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He may be experienced but even he has some questions sometimes, mostly regarding your body and how specific things make you feel, but you notice when he's shy to ask you so he's relieved when you take the initiative in those kinds of topics.

F = Favorite position (self-explanatory)

He can't pick just one, but one that's close to being his favorite is he being behind you while you being all on fours, sometimes your head against the bed. He adores how your back curves to rise your lower back to take him whole.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous?)

He has this serious mood while being on top of you but If you make any joke or something weird happens (ex: while you're both into it and the phone rings or he's unable to unbutton your shirt so he has to admit defeat and let you do it) he smiled and even laughs at his failure of keeping the serious and seductive aura.

H = Horny (how they let you know they want to have sexy times)

Depends on where you are. If you're at his place, some kisses and touches would be enough to let you know he wants you in his bed, but If he's at the club or you're somewhere else some spicy texts would get the job done, also one or two pics wouldn't hurt either.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

When the moment is up for some sweet lovemaking, it may be because there is a special date, an anniversary, or just a lazy afternoon that needs extra affection. There, he wants to make you feel loved and special. Kisses, holding you close to him, and comfortable positions under the blankets are the best parts apart from the soft love you's whispered in your ear while he enters you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

You'd rather touch him, but If you're far from each other, there's nothing that a video call can't solve. Loves watching you undress for him while he starts to touch himself in his hotel room. You can spend the whole night telling how much you need and desire each other.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Is very much into the Dominant kink, liking the restraints and teasing side of it. Most of the time he is the one who likes giving, touching you, making you feel good, and knowing exactly what you like. Wants you to feel comfortable while he takes charge of the situation and lets you feel loved and cherished.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Has discovered a liking to having sex with you in the shower, going for another round while cleaning you up. It gives him the opportunity to touch your whole body, using his hands everywhere, and last but not least, likes to dry you with the towel and brush your hair afterward.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He normally has a high sex drive when he's around you so giving him extra motivation is going to guarantee you a passionate night. You may surprise him with a new set of lingerie or a different toy to try, even with a new sex position or moaning his name while being touched by him.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Nothing that implies making you uncomfortable, grossed, or scared. He has very clear that a relationship is for two, not for only one's pleasure.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Has a preference for giving and is very, very skilled. Knows exactly where to use his tongue, and where and how you like it. Your taste arouses him a lot, and also the sweet sounds you make when he swirls his tongue exactly where he knows you'll orgasm.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on the mood you're both on. When you're especially sensitive, he will do it slow and sensual, teasing you and wanting to hear you beg for him to fuck you harder, faster, how much you need him.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

A quickie before going to train is perfect to get his day going, being able to taste and touch the love of his life in the morning. It could be without taking off your clothes, using his hands to lower your clothes just enough to get the job done.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks?)

The adrenaline of the risks you may offer him are something he really likes, may it be something in a public place or a new kink you are interested in trying.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Another of the pros of his physical training is his stamina to go all night long if you're up to it, usually not getting exhausted over one or two rounds. Also, he knows how to extend the night so you're not done after coming only once or twice.

T = Toys (do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

The toys he likes to use are mainly restraining ones that he'd use in you. If you want to experiment with other ones he is more than open to please you. A rather cute fun fact is that he would be too shy to enter a physical sex shop, so he is good with online shopping.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Teasing is one of his favorite things, may it be physical, with soft touches and kisses over your body, or when you're not with him, sending you texts or pictures from the locker room and with few clothes to tell you what his plans in bed are with you tonight.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make.)

He likes you being vocal, also while being dominant with you would tell or ask you things like "Tell me how much are you enjoying it" and "Moan for me, baby". He is not so loud himself, his breathing and gasps are the only sounds he makes, well, sometimes if the moment is very special you've achieved to draw soft moans from him.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon)

He's very sensitive himself, so if you want to tease him with your mouth, or touch him under his clothes, be prepared for a very turned-on man that will take you by your wrists and shove his tongue into your mouth while grinding his still-clothed erection against you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

A very well-built body. You have the pleasure of having a sculptured view to enjoy. Leon knows you like it so while training likes to tease you with a selfie of himself, sweaty and only in his shorts, pulling them down slightly so his hip bones and the skin below are visible enough.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive is at its top point when you haven't seen each other in a while, maybe while he is busy with several pieces of training or interviews before an important game, so after everything is done and he can finally rest at home, he would be more than glad to let his body show you how much he missed you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Likes to make sure you're comfortable and that you don't need anything before falling asleep, usually he is not that sleepy afterward so has the time to take care of you before exhaustion takes over him.

[ricciardosheart]

I stumbled upon your Mats imagine and I loved every word of it, so I thought I'd send you some praise and ask for a request. Would you mind writing something for Leon Goretzka? I have an idea but I suck at writing it so that it's readable. Maybe something like acquaintances to lovers (they are close but not best friends) where she admitted her feelings but he rejected her and now he's realised he actually wants her.

heyyy i am soo sorry for the delay but thank you for the request , I hope I did justice , not my best work </3

Title: "Worth the Wait" Paring: Leon goretzka X fem!reader

The room pulsed with life, laughter mixing with the soft strains of music in the background. It was one of those casual gatherings that Leon's teammates often organized to blow off steam. The place was filled with friends and familiar faces, but as you stood at the edge of the crowd, the warmth of camaraderie felt distant.

You could see him—Leon Goretzka—standing near the bar, his presence commanding attention without effort. He had always had that effect on people, a magnetic charm that drew others in. Tall and broad-shouldered, he wore confidence like a second skin, laughing with teammates as if he hadn’t left a trail of unspoken words between you two.

It had been months since you had taken the plunge, admitting your feelings to him one quiet evening. You remembered how the words had felt heavy on your tongue, a mix of fear and hope. You had shared the truth of your heart, pouring out everything in a way that felt raw and vulnerable. And then, there it was—his gentle but firm rejection. He hadn’t seen you that way, hadn’t considered you as anything more than a friend.

The sting of that night lingered long after, settling in the corners of your heart. You respected his decision, but the ache remained, turning into a quiet sadness that colored your interactions with him. Tonight, you tried to focus on enjoying the party, but every glance toward him brought back memories—the warmth of laughter shared, the thrill of inside jokes, and that moment of connection that had felt so real.

“What’s the matter?” Mia, your close friend, appeared beside you, a teasing smile on her lips. She nudged you with her elbow. “You’ve been staring at him like he’s a piece of art.”

“Shut up,” you replied, though your cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “I’m just… existing.”

“Existing while looking at him,” she countered, her grin widening. “You can’t keep doing this to yourself, you know.”

You sighed, crossing your arms defensively. “It’s been months, Mia. I’m fine. Really.”

“Fine doesn’t look like this.” She gestured dramatically, and you couldn’t help but laugh, but the moment was short-lived. You glanced back at Leon, your heart aching at the sight of him. He caught your gaze, and for a brief moment, there was a flicker of something in his eyes—curiosity, perhaps regret—but then he turned away, returning to his conversation.

Mia followed your gaze, frowning slightly. “You should talk to him. You know you can’t just ignore this forever.”

“Why? So he can reject me again?” You felt the familiar bitterness rise, and you quickly swallowed it down. “I’ve accepted it. We’re better off as friends.”

“Or maybe you’re just too scared to take a leap,” she challenged, her tone softening. “Love isn’t easy, and it can be messy. But you owe it to yourself to explore it, even if it doesn’t go the way you hope.”

You opened your mouth to respond but found no words. Part of you knew she was right, but the fear of rejection still clung to your thoughts, a weight that felt almost unbearable. You forced a smile, changing the subject. “Let’s grab some drinks.”

Later in the evening, as the crowd began to thin out, you stepped outside to the balcony, desperate for fresh air. The stars sparkled overhead, distant and beautiful, mirroring the chaos swirling in your heart. You leaned against the railing, letting the cool breeze wash over you, trying to calm the storm of emotions within.

Just then, you heard the sliding door open behind you.

“Hey,” a familiar voice said, cutting through the night air.

Your heart raced as you turned to see Leon stepping out, his tall frame silhouetted against the warm glow of the party inside. He looked serious, his brow slightly furrowed as he took a step closer.

“Leon,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady. “What are you doing out here?”

He took a deep breath, his gaze locked onto yours with a mixture of determination and hesitation. “I’ve been looking for you.”

“Why?” you asked, feeling a mix of apprehension and curiosity. “We don’t have anything to talk about.”

“I think we do.” He stepped closer, closing the distance between you, his expression earnest. “I’ve been thinking about what happened a few months ago.”

Your heart sank. “Oh.”

“Yeah.” He ran a hand through his hair, frustration flickering across his features. “When you told me how you felt, I was taken off guard. I thought I wasn’t ready for something serious, especially not with you.”

You felt a pang in your chest. “So, what? You just decided to reject me?”

“No,” he replied quickly, his voice firm. “I didn’t mean it like that. I thought I was protecting both of us from something that could complicate our lives. I didn’t want to ruin what we had.”

“What we had?” you echoed, incredulous. “You mean that surface-level friendship?”

Leon’s gaze softened, a hint of regret flashing in his eyes. “It was more than that to me. I just didn’t see it then.”

The vulnerability in his voice made your heart ache. You had seen glimpses of the real Leon, the one behind the charismatic façade, but you never imagined he would reveal it like this. “But you rejected me. You told me you didn’t want to be more than friends.”

“I know,” he said, stepping closer, his voice low and urgent. “And I was a fool. I didn’t realize what I was throwing away until it was gone. Since then, I’ve thought about you more than I should have. About us.”

Your breath hitched. “Leon, you can’t just come back and say you want this after everything. It’s not that simple.”

“I’m not asking for an easy way out,” he insisted, his gaze unwavering. “I’m asking for a chance to prove myself to you. I’ve spent too long thinking I was fine without you, only to realize that it’s been you all along.”

A silence fell between you, heavy with the weight of unspoken feelings. The night air felt charged, and you could sense the tension crackling around you. “How do I know you won’t change your mind again?” you whispered, your voice trembling with uncertainty.

“I can’t promise that I won’t mess up again,” he admitted, taking another step closer, his hand brushing against yours, a tentative connection. “But I promise I’ll try. I’m willing to put in the effort this time because you’re worth it.”

You searched his eyes, looking for any sign of insincerity, but all you found was a raw honesty that tugged at your heart. “And if I say no?”

His shoulders slumped slightly, but he didn’t back away. “Then I’ll respect your decision. I just needed you to know that I’ve realized how I feel. I want to take that leap, even if it scares me.”

With your heart racing, you let his words sink in. You wanted to believe him, but the memories of the past still haunted you. Could you risk your heart again?

“I can’t go through that pain again, Leon,” you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper. “The thought of you rejecting me again… it terrifies me.”

“I understand,” he replied, his voice low and sincere. “But I don’t want you to close yourself off. I want to be there for you—no matter what it takes. Just don’t shut me out completely.”

His hand enveloped yours, warm and steady, and for a moment, it felt like a lifeline. You wanted to pull away, to protect yourself from potential heartbreak, but something about his presence kept you rooted in place.

“Leon…” you started, feeling overwhelmed.

He leaned in slightly, his breath warm against your skin. “Just… give me a chance. One step at a time. I’ll show you that I can be the man you deserve.”

In that moment, the vulnerability in his gaze ignited something deep within you—a flicker of hope mingled with fear. You had spent so long burying your feelings, convincing yourself that you didn’t need him. But standing here now, the truth was undeniable.

“Okay,” you whispered, your heart pounding in your chest. “One step at a time.”

Leon’s smile broke through the tension, lighting up his face with a warmth that made your heart swell. “Thank you. That’s all I ask.”

As he squeezed your hand gently, you felt a rush of emotions—hope, fear, excitement—swirling inside you. Maybe this time would be different. Maybe this time, you could navigate the uncertain waters of your feelings together.

“Can I take you out for dinner tomorrow?” Leon asked, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. “I want to start showing you how much you mean to me.”

You nodded, a smile breaking across your face despite the uncertainty. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

“Good,” he said, a playful grin appearing. “I’ll make it memorable.”

“Memorable, huh?” you teased, lightening the mood. “No pressure, then.”

Leon chuckled, his laughter infectious. “No pressure. Just fun.”

As you stood there, hand in hand, the night around you felt charged with possibilities. You were scared, but maybe this was the start of something beautiful—something worth the wait.

[macybeckham7]

“There’s no reservation under that name” with goretzka

It was your birthday and Leon organised for you to go for drinks and food with your girlfriends. You were all wearing cowboy hats, you smile at the waiter who instantly greets you with the energy that was vibrating off you. ‘Hello! You are looking lovely’ he smiles as his eyes looks around at you all. ‘Hi, table for YN YLN’ he looks down at the screen and searches for the name. He then looks back at you. ‘There’s no reservation under that name’ he mumbles. YBF laughs as if Leon had managed to not reserve this probably. ‘Maybe YN Goretzka?’ she questions. You felt your cheeks heat up. You make sure to remember to talk to Leon about it. He laughs as it didn’t really think about it. ‘To me you are already a Goretzka’ he grins, and leans in and kisses your face. Everyone knew that Leon could see the future with you in it, and even though neither of you have spoke about getting married you both hoped that it would happen soon.

[lexqa]

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[pavardscherie]

Hi, could you write something with Leon Goretzka? Like making out at a party? <33

forget about the party, leon goretzka

pairing leon goretzka & female summary bayern munich won the double, and throws a party. in the middle of ordering drinks, leon and his girlfriend get lost in eachother.

izzy talks; leon goretzka, that's all i actually have to say this time. had to add my fave boy kimmich in it with a very simple comment. probably a real life conversation between them haha! requests are still open so fire away! <3

winning another double in the season was what made bayern munich extraordinary. they have done it multiple times and still never got tired of the success. such moments meant that a club was rented and a party planned. exactly how she found herself at the bar, wearing a short black dress which ended mid-thigh and cling to her figure. something between elegant and sexy. 

she ordered a round of shots, three for each person at their table which meant twelve. but the bartender got distracted easily by the famous faces that gathered around him and demanded a fill-up. annoyed by being constantly ignored, she placed an elbow on the counter and leaned her head on her palm. eyes focused on the male who hurried towards the other end of the bar to write down the order of manuel neuer. 

„annoyed looks kinda hot on you, you know.“ leon‘s voice, a raspy sound infiltrated with alcohol, interrupted her from shooting daggers with her glances. standing behind the female, he easily towered above her. a hand placed on each side of her, he trapped her between his muscular body and the dark mahagoni counter. chest pressed against her back, she felt the hammering of his heart. the seconds when his pulse fastened, and the anger issues tried to push through. 

„i‘ve got it, he already knows the order.“ she waved him off with a slender hand, trying to avoid the involvement of leon with the messy situation. „don’t think so.“ he muttered as an answer, the loud music around them swallowing the quiet words before reaching her ear. 

leaning further against her, and pressing her cleavage against the counter, leon waved his hand at the bartender who tried to hurry past the female once again. „yo, she ordered fifteen minutes ago. what’s that kind of service, huh?“ the bartender flinched as the raspy voice reached his ears, demanding attention. 

“i’m sorry. really sorry.” the man hurried away from the scene, placing twelve shot glasses on the counter and pouring the liquid into them. hand placed on the forehead, she closed the lids and shook her head at the constant desire to show dominance. “you had to scare that poor man, you really had to.”

the words were spoken like a curse, muttered into the air but leon invaded the personal space with the closure, and listened to the syllables. “please.” he snorted, not taking in the annoyed groan that left her lips. “i can’t let people ignore my beautiful girl.” a warm breath fanned across the shell of her ear, the words, merely a whisper against the smooth skin underneath the lobe.

a tint of cherry red, created by the bashfulness, covered the span of her cheeks. the last two words embedded a feeling of pride in her, slowly lifting the head again to tilt it over the shoulder. eyes connected in the thick air around them, the smell of alcohol and cigarettes infiltrated her nostrils. mixed with the familiar scent of leon’s cologne and freshly washed clothes. “you’re cute.” she muttered, a smile tugging on the corners of the glossy lips.

“and you’re pretty.” he whispered back, leaning further into her figure to press his chewed-up lips against the soft, cotton-like ones of his girlfriend. the woman, who always knew how to handle the anger issues, and the tensed state of his muscles. intrigued by the slow movements of his mouth, ways she wasn’t used to at all, she found herself losing the already clouded mind. music drowned out by a romantic melody, the shouting people disappeared in thin air. for seconds, she engulfed herself with leon’s comfortable warmth, letting her lips move gently against his. 

she never got lost before she met leon. it was a party, almost the same they attended today. just with the small difference, that their first meeting wasn’t an exclusive bayern munich celebration. but she was intrigued by the way his eyes found hers, followed the motions of her hips and the simple wink, or one-sided grin when she swayed her hips. 

she loved the attention she gained from him. and it hasn’t changed till today. one of his large hands moved away from the counter, holding his weight only with one left. placed on her waist, leon pushed himself further into the female’s backside as the kiss deepened. his tongue licked over her bottom lip, before pushing slightly into the mouth and reaching hers.

just as it was about to get interesting, the thought of leaving the party early and ravish the beautiful woman in his arms started to spread through his mind, someone cleared his throat beside them. with an annoyed groan, leon broke the kiss between them, letting his chin fall on her shoulder and glancing to the left side.

his best friend, joshua kimmich, found a place at the counter right beside them. “first you yell at the poor man, and now you won’t take the prepared shots, idiots.” 

the blonde chuckled, pointing at the twelve glasses in front of them, which waited to be drowned by the guests. too lost in the romantic involvement, she drowned in embarrassment about being caught by joshua. “oh, and no leaving early to fuck around. not this time, goretzka.” the blonde warned, holding a fleshy pointer finger up and towards the brunette’s face.

“caught, completely exposed.” leon muttered against the smooth skin around her shoulders, chuckling quietly.

[footballerimaginess]

Leon Goretzka

Cheating rumors going around, and readers made and leaves the house without telling him. Then Leon is worries af and goes looking for her

"Leon Goretzka seen with new love!!" you scrolled through social media as you eyes widened as you saw numerous stories including photos of Leon getting very close with another female. "What the fuck" you jumped up from the sofa as your tears began to burn your eyes. Leon’s phone beside him in the car was going crazy. “What the fuck” Leon mumbled as he stopped at a red light to see so many notifications on social media tagging him in multiple posts. As he realised what had happened he drove home as fast as the speed limit was taking him. “Shit” he groaned as he ran into the empty house realising you weren’t there and nor was the car. He had no idea where you’d drive too, then he realised that always when you were sad you would go for a walk to a coffee shop. He drove to your favourite coffee shop, seeing your car immediately as he jumped out to grab you. “Get. Off. Me” you grunted as you pulled your arm away. “It’s not true, none of it I promise” you shook your head. “I just want to be alone look please, just go” your eyes glanced down away from him as he did as he was told. “I’m sorry” he whispered, walking away as he knew how badly he’s messed up.

[footballdesires]

speaking german, goretzka

pairing: leon goretzka / she, her info: leon's girlfriend wants to learn a couple of german words, but it's easier said than done. a/n: i'm german and idk but i really hate writing in german haha requests are always open!

translations:

“und nächstes mal lernen wir dann eine paar begriffe um mich beim nächsten spiel anzufeuern.” (and next time, we will learn a couple of words for you to cheer for me at my next game.)

"ich liebe dich." (i love you.) "schönen guten tag." (a very nice form of hello, or good day)

_

leon ran his long fingers through the mess of brown curls, scraping the over the scalp to calm down the frustration. for merely three hours, he sat in the same spot in one of munich’s many starbucks, with a dictionary on the small table in front of him. on the opposite side sat his girlfriend, the woman he met while being on vacation in portugal, and bringing her straight to germany with him. 

even after she decided to leave the life behind in her home country and lived with leon for more than half a year, she still had trouble to pronounce the easiest words in his mother tongue. cursing in portuguese, and holding a conversation in english were the ways out of embarrassment. but she faced trouble when one didn’t understand any other language than german. 

“it’s not that hard.” leon commented, when her gaze drifted over the words written down on the sheet of paper in front of her. she could have visited a state-certified translator and ask for help to become a master in speaking german. instead, leon sacrificed his free minutes between standing on the pitch to receive three points and exhausting training session to stay physically fit, to teach her a couple of sentences. 

“that’s what i say about my mother tongue, and you still cursed while learning the first word.” she looked up, through the thick black lashes that framed the fiery, almond-shaped eyes. one thing, leon goretzka loved most about the portuguese was the fact that whenever he opened his mouth to sarcastically comment on a situation, she already had a comeback prepared. 

shaking the head from left to right, a chuckle rolled off the tongue as he placed the elbows on the circular, wooden table between them. leaning further forward, the long fingers grabbed the small package of sugar, ripping it open quickly and pouring the white, small crystals into the freshly brewed cup of coffee in front of the female. after spending the hours of the day together, and cuddled up throughout the nights, the football player learned and remembered the smallest things about the female. for example, how she loved her coffee. 

“tschönen guhten tage.” she quietly repeated for the millionth time this day, almost throwing herself back against the comfortable, black lounger when she realized how different it sounded from the times leon spoke the three words. she crossed the arms over the chest, with the shoulders slumped. the material of the table and the small crystals of sugar which landed beside the plate underneath the cup captured the attention of the portuguese. 

her mind flashed through disparate images, the rolling, brown eyes of the male opposite of the table, wanting to run away from the scene or the closing lids as he slowly started to drift away into a slumber. leon tried his best to hide the constant exhaustion, but she stared straight through the unfazed masquerade.

“let’s try something else.” calloused fingertips tapped against the structure of the wooden table, desiring to receive the undivided attention of the female on him. tilting the head upwards, the bottom lip was pushed forward and the corners of the mouth dropped in a frown. she was disappointed in herself. “ich liebe dich, is the exact translation of i love you. it doesn’t matter how long you pull the letters or if you throw in another. in the end, it should sound the exact same.”

beaming with new-found confidence, she nodded the head repeatedly. “can you say it again, slowly?” the corners of the mouth lifted in a smile, and leon’s mouth mirrored the action. three words caused the female to forget about the frustration. “ich. liebe. dich.” he punctuated the words, slowly pulling the letters longer than needed to assure the precise communication between them. 

“isch liebe disch.” she repeated the syllables, clapping the hands together when she realized that the sentence sounded close to what leon taught her. “that wasn’t too hard.” she admitted with a wide smile. taking the silver spoon between the delicate fingers, she stirred the coffee and placed it back on the small plate underneath the cup. looking up from the brown liquid, she raised the eyebrows when the wide smile on leon’s bearded face caught her attention.

“right.” he agreed with her, folding the fleshy fingers in front of his face, and placing the chin on the digits. “und nächstes mal lernen wir dann eine paar begriffe um mich beim nächsten spiel anzufeuern.” the german words floated out of his mouth as if he spilled the hot coffee straight on the table. eyes widened, and eyebrows arched highly, she opened the mouth to answer but didn’t understand a word.

the expression on her face, and the mouth ajar, caused leon to chuckle into the intertwined fingers.

“what?”

[leonsliga]

At least mats and leon can be sad and sexy together again 🫶🏻 nagelsmann is missing out

Sexyman solidarity ❤️