#ben pavard

[oh-saints]

short

you had to go away for work immediately after the final match of the season was concluded. but now that you’re back, ben cannot wait to celebrate his win with his (rather) short girlfriend.

benjamin pavard x you

tw: soft sex with a bit of foot fetish

wc: 1.6k

prompts: “height gap” + “celebratory sex” + benji’s post-workout shirtless ig story

note: another one for the smut week! a rather short one this time but this is based on three asks here. pls also bear in mind this is 18+ content therefore minors DNI! and as usual, I happen to write at dawn so it’s not beta-read yet.

“you really should stop doing that.”

ben was rolling his quads on the foam roller under the bright sun in his backyard, warming down after a rigorous season they were having—thanks to dortmund’s admirable fight throughout the season. now that the season was done and over with, ben could opt in some slow days of training, just enough to keep him in shape.

the footballer looked up, catching the glimpse of his girlfriend standing by the door, still clad in her blazer, arms folded neatly. ben smiled at the sight—partly because he was glad you were back, partly because of the scowl in your face. you’d never appreciated when he worked out in the backyard, exposing his shirtless self to the rest of the world when it was meant to be only for her eyes’ consumption only.

“it’s bad for our health you know, you working out like you wanna fuck the yoga mat,” you clicked your tongue disapprovingly. “especially to our vagina.”

ben had to laugh at your comment. you always had the knack to be unfiltered, and strangely it was what drew him into you. in this blitz industry, a no-nonsense presence is always going to be appreciated.

“remind me again what does it do to you woman?”

“why don’t you come in and find out?”

and there was the persona ben loved the most about you. always so daring, always so challenging. it always kept him on his toes, on the ground, reminding him that there was always someone with a higher drive to survive the jungle.

the fact that you were wearing his favourite pair of stilettoes didn’t help either. in fact, that determination and those heels combined was actually a sight that was dangerous to ben’s health, body and soul. the backs of your heels arched in the ways only your body could replicate, damn what a sight to behold.

ben stopped his workout sequence altogether, feeling his cock hardening both at the sexy sight and the friction the foam roller was providing. he knew he needed his fix—real fix, not just this crappy piece of rubber shit—something you hadn’t been giving him post-winning the league because you had to go to london, promising a private celebration was in due as soon as she landed back home.

the player walked closer to you, and your smirk grew along the hardness of his cock, palpable enough through his shorts. and ben recognised immediately, that you’d been intending to entice this reaction out of him because you remembered your promise before you flew away for work.

ben inwardly smiled, realising you were in the same page as him. but his smile broke out of his face as soon as he got closer to you, towering you still even though you were sporting a skyscraper heels. he could never help himself whenever he noticed the height gap between you two, too cute to be missed out.

but as you thought he was going to kiss you like you were in need of oxygen to live, he paused a millimetre before your lips while his hand cupped your jaw, angling your face towards him. just the way he liked it—him showing you who was in power, you surrendering your power unyieldingly to him.

“don’t hold back,” he whispered sultrily against your gaping lips, taking in every air gasped by your mouth. “got me?”

before you could give a response to that, ben closed down the distance between your lips. his lips landed perfectly on yours with such a force you had to steady yourself before returning the fervour, clasping his upper lips between yours while he bit down gently your lower lips in between his.

by the harsh and rash manhandling he was doing you—in the way he kissed you senselessly, in the way he lifted you up and hooked your legs across his back, in the way he brought you both to the nearest soft surface he could find—it was your turn to recognise ben was the one who couldn’t hold himself back any longer. he’d usually wait for your compliant reply to his demanding question, vocalising your surrender to him. he’d usually start off easy, too, because he just loves slow-burn foreplay.

as soon as you felt the soft cashmere of the sofa on your back, your boyfriend’s lips were busy finding his usual comfort zone. or in other words, your weak spot. knowing the goal behind him peppering kisses down the line of your neck, alternating between soft licks along the trail, you moaned in absolute pleasure.

“there she is,” you could feel him smirking against the skin behind your ears, so close to your weakness that it ran some shivers down your back. “louder, ma chérie.”

your obscene sounds was what fuelled him to do more—more rush, more pleasure, more love. no matter how much your height hap was actually a silent hindrance between you two. he had to crouch and bend just to adjust with your ends, just to kiss you, just to fuck you, just to please you.

but the lovely sight of you spared underneath him, with eyes and face so trusting of him to do whatever he needed to do to bring you both to the edge, was enough of his reason to keep going.

so he did. he peeled your articles of clothing one by one, so painfully slow for your standard, but the kisses he left all over the body as soon as he pulled down the fabric was enough of a payback. except for the heels.

the only reason why you could hold your head high and why his head didn’t have to stoop so low whenever he wanted to say and show how much he loves you.

and his achilles’ heel.

he lifted your right leg, flinging them over his shoulder like you were worth less than a paper. you trembled slightly at the move because it exposed your clit to the air wider, and you’d hate it if he could smell you were wet for him already.

but it seemed like too late for that. benji was already smiling as he puckered his lips, pecking your calf upwards to your ankle, sniffing and licking your legs teasingly because you were somehow shorter this way in his hands. and he loved it more because he could engulf you in his arms and everyone would think he’d made you disappear.

you thought he was taking off your heels this way, but as he lifted your other legs over his shoulder, you suddenly couldn’t guess him anymore.

“I want you on top today,” your boyfriend announced, his lips tickling the small spot between your ankle and the back of your heel. “can you do that?”

“what can’t I do for the winner?”

ben didn’t waste anymore time before he flipped you around, settling yourself on his lap. you didn’t waste anymore time too before you pulled his zipper down and freed his hard cock, pulsating already in your hands with ardent desire and carnal need.

something you were familiar with because you were feeling the same way. you wanted to play some tug of war game with him but your clit was throbbing already, ben’s earlier demonstration of throwing your legs over his shoulder did wonders to your most sensitive organ.

you lifted yourself a bit, just enough space for you to rub his cock with your wetness, preparing the both of you to the pleasure that was to come. you maneuvered the shaft up and down the line of your opening before sinking in, taking all of your boyfriend into you, and you both groaned at the rare sensation of a complete lust consumption. you were more of a doggy style kind of couple because it alleviated your height gap problem at hand, and for ben, it was a bonus sight to see his cock disappear whenever he pulled your hips towards him.

“fucking hell,” you had to seek for ben’s hands to help you sit up still, the feeling of him inside of you this way was an out-of-this-world experience. “we should’ve done this earlier.”

ben tried to give you some support by lifting his hips first, letting you ride him until you found your own rhythm and energy to match his. and when you did, god did he want to say he agreed to your statement. he really should’ve done this from the beginning of your relationship.

your hands were now placed on top of his pectoral while your hips met his as you brought them down, the frictions against your skin was another reason why you were a wreck, breathlessly whimpering when you felt his cock slipping out of you and moaning when you felt his cock entering you again in each thrust.

but you were gone when ben pulled off his idea of flicking your puckering bud while you rode him. so gone he had to catch you in his arms, gathered the pieces he shattered, as he kissed the crown of your head while riding you out till the last drop of him spilled.

“now this truly feels like winning.”

[abushelandablog]

Oh he is the Instagram boyfriend™️

[fc-bayern-clownchen]

Imiasanmia is not reliable news, benjamin even said himself what the problem was already and it was not to do with anything deschamps told him to do. Stop believing gossip sites especially ones proven to be lying most of the time 🙏🏻

can anyone send me a reliable source? I apologise for trusting an unreliable source but y’all send me some stuff

[magicchloe]

He is so cute!

 Benjamin Pavard singing the Benjamin Pavard official song

“Benjamin Pavard, Benjamin Pavard,

Je crois pas que vous connaissez.

Il sort de nulle part,

Une frappe de batard,

Il s’appelle On a Benjamin Pavard!”

[certainsaturn]

HOTTEST FOOTBALLER POLL GUYS PLS VOTE 😭😭 I DONT WANT COLE PALMER TO BE ON THERE AT ALL

its made by @/mayvward on twt and voting will be closed on thursday

pls reblog and vote guys 😭😭🙏🙏

the first one she made turned out bad coz a lot of ppl didn't vote so please please please vote and share to other ppl or whatever

[footballffbarbiex]

player: Benjamin Pavard words: 557 request: Benjamin pavard - no pref - 250-500 - Ok so going star gazing with Benji like he sets up one of those trucks you know with blankets and stuff in the back and drives her to a field as a surprise. And it turns out he’s so knowledgeable about stars telling her all about the constellations and stuff whist they’re cuddled in the back

The last thing she expects when Benjamin takes the turning that he does, is to see a large truck adorned with candles. From here, she cannot see if they’re real or LED but the effect is stunning and she finds herself leaning forward and squinting her eyes as she tries to take in as many of the details as she can before she’s out of the vehicle. 

“Ben?” It's no real question but it holds all the unanswered questions that linger on her tongue and the chuckle that comes from him says that he knows exactly what she means and he hears them. The closer they get, the more details she’s able to pick out and the smile that had started to form on her face is now spreading completely across her cheeks. 

“Can I…?” she asks, hands already gripping the handle of the door; itching to get out and see everything up close. 

Ben laughs and nods in agreement, an action that he’s barely finished doing before she’s yanking off her seat belt and already climbing out of the door before he’s fully finished killing the engine. By the time he’s exited the car himself and locked it, she’s already peering over the open back of the truck and squealing with happiness. 

She’s confirmed that the candles are LED but they look convincing enough to get a double if not a triple check. Thick blankets are laid out on the bottom of the truck bed and plush cushions are laid out in such a way that she immediately wants to throw herself into them. The only thing that’s stopping her from doing this, is a basket which looks to be adorned with food and drink. 

“This is definitely for us, right?” She has to ask this question. It’s not as though Ben turns his romantic side on often but she also doesn’t know why else he would turn to come to this particular spot if it wasn’t for them. 

“No. I saw it abandoned on the way home, all lit up like this, and I thought it would be fun to steal it.”

“Hilarious." she gives a sarcastic smile and peers back over the top once more. A picnic and blankets beneath the stars? This is hands down the most romantic thing that Ben has ever done. 

“I thought we could have a snack, maybe a little drink and try and spot Aquila.” Benji explains his motives and this earns him a quizzicle look from her. 

“Is that an animal?” She asks, frowning enough to make her nose crinkle. 

“No silly.” he chuckles and steps forward until he’s right behind her. “Ok so,” he glances up and squints until he spots what he’s looking for. “See that kite kind of shape in the stars? Many say it looks like an eagle but I think it’s more like a kite.” He watches her face as she continues to frown at the sky but a smile stretches across his face when her eyes seem to light up and a proud expression changes her face. 

“I see it. Right there.” her hand raises and she gestures in a rough place to Ben but one that looks in the right direction to were he’s looking. 

“That’s right. And if we’re lucky we’ll be able to see a few more constellations.”

[luvsfootball]

who i am willing to write for.

alejandro balde.

aurelien tchouameni.

darwin nunez.

dominik szoboszlai.

eduardo camavinga.

enzo fernandez.

ferran torres.

gabriel martinelli.

jack grealish.

jamal musiala.

joao felix.

josko gvardiol.

jude bellingham.

jules kounde.

julian alvarez.

kylian mbappe.

leandro trossard.

levi colwill.

mykhailo mudryk.

pablo gavi.

pedri gonzalez.

rafael leao.

raphael varane.

rodri.

ruben dias.

thiago silva.

trent alexander arnold.

virgil van dijk.

wesley fofana.

[benjaminpavardsgf]

😨

again, I must to do it.

[fentybucky]

Welcome to the Football Secret Santa 2k22!! 🎅🏻❤️

Firstly I want to thank the people who have already joined the project!! Please REBLOG this post to share it with as many people as possible!! The more we are, the better and the funnier will be the game!

Secondly I want to underline the fact that EVERY FOOTBALL FAN can play; doesn’t matter if you’re a chelsea fan, a man united fan, a real madrid fan, a ac milan fan or a bvb fan!!! Instead will bring more diversity and colors to the game 😊

- How does the Secret Santa works?

For this Secret Santa, me and my assistant are going to match you up with another blog and you will be their Secret Santa.

The game starts on December 1st until December 25th which will be the day of your “reveal” 🎁, in this period of time the Secret Santa will have to send anonymously messages and keep company to the assigned blog. I’ll let you know who’s your matchy blog by sending you a private message with the name of the other blog. Make sure to keep it to yourself ����

So let me sum this up!!

So YOU as an anon ➡️ will send anon messages as a secret santa ➡️ to another blog.

At the same time, YOU ⬅️ will receive anon messages ⬅️ FROM YOUR SECRET SANTA

Let’s remember that it’s a game!! So we need rules to play:

RULES

• Always remember to keep the anon form on when you’re messaging your match blog!!! If not you’ll get discovered

• Make sure to have the anon form on your tumblr!! You can find it on your blog settings (if you have any question please ask me)

• Try to be as active as possible with your matchy blog: you can choose to have a normal conversation or ask your blog a question per day (like question of the day)

• Remember that you can talk about whatever you want from football to music/the weather/movies/actors/other sports

• You have to be respectful ofc!! Remember we don’t have all the same opinions or we aren’t all fans of the same team!!

• December 25th will be the only day where you can write to your matchy blog without the anon form (cause its the reveal day)

• You cannot change your matchy blog without a reason or without telling me first!

• If you had any type of argument with someone on the app but you want to participate to the project and you don’t want to (or you don’t find comfortable to …) talk to certain people, please ask me on dms if that blog is subscribed too!! I’ll personally make sure you won’t “meet”

• Remember it's a game, so HAVE FUN!! ❤️

For any other questions please let me know!! and please REBLOG

[football-and-fanfics]

An Alphabet of Prompts

Since it is my birthday this Saturday (another year older, yeah... 🤪), here is my present to you: An Alphabet of Prompts! It's just what the title says: an alphabet of prompts! There's a one-word prompt for each letter of the alphabet. You can find the link to the prompts list (including a list with who I write for) and the form to request at the bottom of this post.

Note upfront: Since I like writing for many different players and to keep things diverse, I will only be accepting two requests from this prompts list per player. This will be on first come, first serve basis. Once the two requests have been reached, the player will be removed from the list.

Each prompt will only be written once. This is also on a first come first serve basis.

Happy requesting! 😇😇😇

GO TO THE PROMPTS AND REQUEST

[oh-saints]

Girl pls spill if you have something else in your drafts, I feel like I need to prepare myself body and sould before I binge-read your writing if you do

since you ask so nicely, i'll give you some spoilers. these are the players in the works:

carlos sainz (posted on 6/03)

charles leclerc (posted on 3/03)

max verstappen (recurring submission; 2 in line)

rúben dias (!! highly coveted right here)

dad!rúben dias (recurring submission; 1 in line)

john stones (2 left)

ben white (posted on 14/2 & no longer writing)

mason mount (recurring submission; 2 in line)

erling haaland (recurring submission; 1 in line)

kepa arrizabalaga (posted on 24/2)

declan rice (1 left)

lewis hamilton (2 left)

benjamin pavard (1 left)

lucas hernandez (1 left)

kieran tierney (4-ish left)

martin odegaard (2 left)

*as per 03/06

pls be patient as i'm also writing some of the old requests i haven't had the chance to write, hope you understand <3

[fc-bayern-clownchen]

Why would Pavard receive hate today?

people have usually been giving him shit for not living up to his 2018 world cup volley and calling him a fluke and a fake, and if he is not able to recreate that for the final there will certainly be snide comments and hate sent his way

[zaiinab]

we’re rewatching that iconic france vs argentina game from 2018

[pavardscherie]

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMYgTtWwR/

You can't tell me that's not how Benji would be in the morning <333 He's for sure so clingy and cuddly <3 could you write something about it?

benji not letting you get up when he has a day off but you have to get to work. oh gosh, i need a benjamin pavard.

the dim, yellow light of the sun shane through the sheer curtains in front of the window. another day announced itself, the early monday morning after a long weekend filled with training sessions and the game.

while benjamin was blessed with two days off, you did not have the chance to sleep in. your boss waited at work, and the next article wouldn‘t get done without your creativity. the new magazine depended on your punctual arrival at the building.

the back of your hand rubbed over your closed eyes, attempting to wipe out the remains of sleep. the early mornings after such an eventful weekend always became the most stressful. accompanying benjamin to his games was exciting, you loved seeing him on the pitch but it also, took away hours you could spend writing an article.

letting your palms wander over the tired muscles of your face. you carefully pushed your exhausted body off the bed. the charcoal duvets brushed off your legs, the warmth of a calm spring morning welcomed you.

getting up before benjamin always seemed like a horrific scene. his muscular arm draped over your waist, the fingertips tightly holding onto the material of the oversized shirt, which belonged to the man beside you, you chose to sleep in.

carefully, and very slowly to not wake him up, you peeled of his fingers without much resistance and placed the palm against the cold material of the mattress. even when he was slightly snoring, and sprawled out on the bed, laying on his stomach, benjamin pavard was a sight for sore eyes.

hazelnut curls stuck to his forehead, and couldn't be more of a mess than in the morning. one arm placed underneath his head for more comfort, the other laid where you placed it. lids closed, hiding the beauty of chestnut and caramel which wrapped around his black pupils. blanket draped over his lower half, the hem of his boxershorts still showing. broad shoulders on display, the muscles mildly flexing when benjamin inhaled a deep breath.

pulling yourself out of the trance from watching benjamin sleep, you swung your legs to the right. naked feet touched the fluffy carpet underneath the king-sized bed and you slowly stood up, leaving the comforts of his embrace and the warmth of the duvets.

grabbing your phone from the nightstand, you glanced over your shoulder to make sure that benjamin was still deeply resting from the exhausting weekend. prepared to tip-toe out of the bedroom, you took the first step when you almost jumped.

a warm hand wrapped around your wrist, keeping you in place before quickly pulling you back onto the bed. two warms wrapped around your chest and kept you in a tight hug. the gestures were quicker than you could react, and you found yourself back in the arms of your lover.

"ben.." you whispered, letting your delicate fingers brush through the mess of curls on top of his head. he still had his lids closed, or better had them closed again, resting with you in his arms. a satisfied groan slipped out of his mouth when you touched him, and you couldn't hide the smile that tugged on the corners of your lips.

"ben, i have to get to work." you remarked, reminding him again that today was monday, and a normal work day for you. wiggling from left to right, attempting to get out of his grip, benjamin simply tightened his arms around your upper body.

"i don't care." he muttered, scooting closer to you. tilting the head slightly down, his warm mouth pressed featherlight kisses around your jaw, and the side of your throat. "you can stay home today."

"as much as i would like that, i don't think you're making that decision." you chuckled, attempting once again to peel his arms off your figure. it was difficult to ignore the small pecks blown against your skin, benjamin always knew what kind of tactics he had to use, to keep you with him. plans were canceled way too quickly once his lips found yours, even the girls' nights out when the other lads of bayern münchen did not have time for a meeting.

"i will call your boss." he breathed against your skin, his voice a mixture of soft and raspy. "right ben." you did not take his comments seriously, knowing how angry your boss will be once he realises you're being unpunctual once again. it happened way too often in the past, after benjamin kept you longer in his arms, declined the early return home while celebrating one of his friends birthday, or planning a surprise trip with you to another city, or to his parents, without giving you a hint.

"he likes me, he knows who i am. i will just offer him tickets for the next game and he will give you a couple of days off." pushing himself up on the right lower arm, benjamin hovered above your body now. his face merely inches away from yours, the warmth of his breath fanning over the tip of your nose and the upper lip. "you can't bribe people, ben. i don't like it."

"but, you like me. and i'd do more than bribe people to keep you in bed with me." the right corner of his mouth lifted into a lazy but satisfied smile. he was exhausted, the entire weekend was packed with training sessions and a particularly hard game against paris saint-germain to stay in the champions league. he earned himself a second booking, but it was worth it to recover from the strict timetable.

"you're an ass, i hope, you know that." you wrapped your warms around benjamin's neck, carefully pulling down on top of you and closing the gap between your lips. a soft, very slow-moving, kiss.

[thatsdemko]

Hey love! <3

Would you write for Benjamin Pavard? If you don't, please feel free to ignore me! <3

If yes, would you write something with him being obsessed with the reader? Like in a good way! Being whipped for the reader <333 hehe

a/n: I don’t know much about him so I did the best of my abilities to write this! hope you enjoy ☺️

he’d do anything for you. like literally anything for you. you could call at an ungodly hour and he’d drop whatever he was doing to be with you. it didn’t even need to be a phone call, you could text him you were stressed and he’d be there to help.

some of his teammates said he was whipped. having no idea what it meant, you had to look it up to find out they were correct. he was the exact definition of, “so in love with you that they would do anything you say.” except it was always within reason and never anything he didn’t want to do. he cared for you a lot, and he was careful to never overstep boundaries.

that morning you had a big presentation that you needed to begin to prepare for, and instead of waking up next to Benjamin he was in the living room setting up all of your notes that you spent hours typing last night for this morning. he even had already prepared breakfast for you.

“what’s all this?” you asked when you finally rolled out of bed to start your morning. you saw your bags had been packed, including lunch, and the mess you promised to clean up this morning was already gone.

“just to help you for today.” he shrugged simply.It made him happy to do the small things around the apartment for you, and it wasn’t like you didn’t enjoy it, but it did make you feel guilty that he picked up after you.

“you know, you are what your teammates say you are.” you giggled sitting down on the couch looking at all the papers spread out on the coffee table.

“and what’s that they say?” he asked, his head tilted, in a quizzical look, waiting for a response. when you looked up, you saw how dilated his pupils were. he truly was a man in love, and who could blame him? he never knew what love truly felt like until he met you, and since then he’s never wanted to get off the rollercoaster.

“that you’re whipped. you’re so in love with me you’d do anything, which explains you getting up before me and doing all this stuff. I love that you do that, but you know you don’t have to?” you pulled on his arm for him to sit down next to you, in which he did like you asked.

sighing he rested his head against the palm of his hand, “well, yeah I mean I do it because I love you and I want to. do you not like it?”

you did love what he did, it was helpful and it was kind, but you did believe he was truly under your spell. there was no other explanation for that. “I love what you do, ben. I think it’s cute how much you love me.” smiling, you pressed a kiss to his soft lips, going to pull away he pulled you back in for one more that was long and hard, but you could feel the passion on his tongue.

“now tell me about this big presentation. can I stop by with flowers after work?”