#florian wirtz smuts

[footballxixstars]

Florian Wirtz

Florian Wirtz born on the 3rd of May 2003. He plays for Bayer Leverkusen and Germany National Team.

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Blurbs

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OneShots

This is a Thank You ~ You taking care of Florian through his injury and he takes you on holiday as a way to thank you for it all.

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Smuts

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MASTERLIST

[pedriscroquettes]

𝐁𝐘𝐀𝐊 ✮ FLORIAN WIRTZ

summary. it’s kind of pathetic the way the two of you always come crawling back to each other.

warnings. emotional warfare. florian is down bad. light smut but heavy feelings. florian is lowkey pathetic in this. 18+

gabri speaks! unfortunately i am a florian girlie. anyways i’m back! heavily inspired by byak by alvaro diaz ft. rauw alejandro.

THE CROWD GROANS as florian hits the crossbar for the second time that night. the camera man makes sure to zoom in on him as his hands go up in frustration. florian stares at the goalkeeper in disbelief as he runs back into his position. another missed chance, another bad rating, another night of him stressing himself out. if there was one person in all of germany that night happy about his performance it was you.

your relationship with the player was controversial, what was once a promising relationship had turned sour, and quickly. the two of you had mutually decided that a committed relationship wasn’t in the cards for either of you. it had grown toxic to the point where you’d flirt with his teammates on purpose to provoke him which worked because you’d always end up in his bed and never in a foreign room. in fact you couldn’t quite remember when was the last time you had hooked up with anyone else.

meanwhile the brunette found himself staring at his phone on the ride home. chatter and music filled the team bus yet only one thing clouded his mind, did you watch the match? he was hoping a teasing message of yours would already be in his notifications, and when he saw there’s wasn’t one he sighed. as his teammates argued over their errors and mistakes he couldn’t help opening the messages between the two of you. the countless deleted messages and hidden pictures as well as the timed ones made him remember the many nights the two of you would spend on the phone.

the sound of your voice filled his head and when he saw you were online he immediately turned off his phone. was it possible you had finally gotten tired of your messed up relationship?

“bro, are you okay?” kai asked seeing the state his teammate was in. florian’s leg was bouncing and his demeanor had changed dramatically.

“i’m fine, thanks.” he offered him a curt smile before staring out the window again.

he wasn’t fine, he was far from fine, in fact he felt worse than he did after missing the goal. he’s not sure why but as soon as the team arrives back to the hotel he’s on his way to your flat. he makes a quick stop at the chinese place the two of you like beforehand making sure he doesn’t show up empty handed. it was already pathetic enough that he was showing up past midnight he could at least make up an excuse with the food.

he hopes the black hoodie he wore is enough to hide his identity from bystanders. although with all the pacing he does outside your hallway he hopes no one thinks he’s a robber. as he adjusts his hoodie he can’t help but think, why am i so nervous? after all it’s not the first time he knocks on your door at these hours.

“do you hate me?” is the first thing you hear as you open the door.

you study his frame and notice his disheveled hair and the training kit from the national team. you’ve never seen him so disorganized and upset — if that was the right word to use — you were amused. as his face grows concerned with your lack of answer you notice the takeout he has in his hands. the poor guy was either desperate or he had lost his mind. both of which could be true.

“what the fuck florian?” you look at him weird as you question him.

“you didn’t text me today.” he says as if that simple sentence answered your question.

“so what? i don’t text you every other week and you never show up at my apartment with food. what’s going on?” you’re even more confused than before.

“you always text me after a game.” he tries to explain like it’s the most logical thing ever.

you can’t help the half scoff and half laugh you let out. he couldn’t be serious right now. was he seriously at your apartment past midnight because he was freaking out over a message?

“okay seriously you need to get a girlfriend you’re starting to creep me out.” you joke.

“you say that while you’re wearing my jersey.” he l doesn’t even need you to turn around to know that you were wearing the leverkusen jersey he had gifted you months ago.

there’s a moment of silence between the two of you it’s entrancing. you stare at him and realize he’d made his way over to you immediately after the game. all because he was waiting for your message. meanwhile there’s something about you wearing his jersey for casually that makes you all more enchanting to him. there’s a mutual look between the two of you and in the blink of an eye his hands are on your waist, yours on his jaw, and his lips are on yours.

it’s poetic really the way he closes your door as he pushes you into your apartment and drops the takeout on your coffee table in the process. your hands already digging into his hair and his hold you tight as he carried you into your room. it’s all muscle memory. the darkness of your bedroom adds to the feeling of having him so close to you again.

“i think i-” he pauses not wanting to be so vulnerable in this predicament but you know what he wants to say. you freeze.

“florian you know i can’t. it didn’t work out the first time. i can’t do it again.” you grab his jaw making sure the two of you are making eye contact. his brown eyes captivate yours.

“i can’t either but i can’t live without you.” he whispers the end. “it will always be you.”

you drag his hand towards the waistband of your shorts. it would always be him too. the only person that consumed your every thoughts and the only person you were worried about getting hurt was him. always. you look into his eyes as he drags his fingers to your core and sigh as he begins to tease you. he’s also the only man you fantasize about.

“promise?” you ask him.

the moonlight barely allows you to see him fully but you catch the smirk on his face. the same one that had captivated you years ago at the bar. his fingers are so close to your needy hole. you can’t help but audibly gasp as he inserts them inside you causing an illicit groan from him. your nails dig into his shoulders as he starts fucking you with his digits. meanwhile he kisses you from your collarbone to your neck.

“i promise.” he whispers against your ear.

he pumps his fingers in and out of you slowly helping you reach your high. it was only fair you were treated right. it was small details like this that had you wondering why the two of you couldn’t just commit to each other. you’re distracted as he leaves marks on your neck and his fingers curve inside you. you can’t help the loud moans that leave your mouth as you reach your high. your hands dig into the sheets as you come around his fingers.

he continues kissing you as he begins to take his hoodie off. you’re quick to stop him before he begins undressing himself.

“do i need to remind you that you didn’t score today? you’re not getting any tonight.” you adjust your shorts.

“so you did watch the game then.” he wraps his arms around you pulling you closer to him.

“i always do.” you whisper as you cuddle into him.

that’s how you spend the rest of the night, snuggled into his body as it rains outside. it’s quite an intimate moment shared between the two of you. you’re not quite sure if you should be worried or content with the turn your relationship with florian took. you decide it’s rather late and with the way he holds you you don’t think much more. after all he promised and while you knew florian was many things he was not an oath breaker.

[disastrouscarrots]

[wusiala drabble] Anchorage

[NSFW]

word count: 533

tags: [thought son in a parking lot] [bottom!jamal] [top!flo]

synopsis: His world-view has narrowed down and he can only imagine the dip of Flo's shoulders under the training shirt he put on after a quick shower.

alt summary: stronk arm stretched out and nice muscles on display. bambi brain go haywire.

special shoutout to @phemestial for amazing situational dialogue prowess <3

.start

.°•`.*-☆-⚓-☆-⚓-☆

Jamal first notices when he is in the passenger seat of Florian's car. His rear view cam broke down. Flo is manually reversing the car out of parking lot when he does the classic backing manuever - one arm on steering wheel, one arm on Jamal's seat over his head.

He is positioning himself to look out the back of the car and in doing so leaning towards Jamal. By a lot.

Jamal can't help but turn his head slightly towards Flo (he's just a boy) - the sharp cut of his jawline, the scruff he's too proud to shave off, the strong lines of his neck, the turn of his body, outlines of his muscles, legs pulled apart lazily but manning the brakes with precision.

He can smell the undertone of Flo's cologne. Layered now by the synthetic scent of rubber, grass from the training pitch and a hint of shower gel.

He tilts his head more to where Flo has his arm around his seat and oh god, there are veins, on an arm, attached to a shoulder that looks like it'd be all hard muscle under his palms.

(it is, he knows)

The shoulders that serve as anchor he holds onto when his body is pliant on the soft hotel beds. When Flo's brows are furrowed and green eyes focused under a layer of mist. Jamal wants to reach out and smoothen out the crease between Flo's eyebrows when Flo hits that particular spot that makes Jamal wanna drag his calves along the duvet, curl his toes, tip his head backwards or dive further into the pillow, sensitive neck skin exposed either way. His plans halter. He grips Flo's shoulders tighter, fingers trailing along his triceps with each spasm.

Or when Flo has positioned himself against the headboard of the bed in Jamal's stuttgart apartment. Him on Flo's lap, soft like velvet in his grip.

It's crazy. Florian's shoulders very often serve as the support that keeps him grounded during their endeavors, when his body is being worshipped like that - but only today he is brought to sudden acknowledgement. His world-view has narrowed down and he can only imagine the dip of Flo's shoulders under the training shirt he put on after a quick shower.

It's a miracle Jamal doesn't let out some obscene sound then and there. That would be so embarrassing. His mouth is agape though, pink lips slightly apart.

Maybe Flo will see what a mess he is when he is done reversing out of their parking spot, maybe Jamal will regain his composure, stop the blush spreading all over his body, put his training bag over his lap and suffer silently in the passenger seat with his thoughts and himself.

He sucks in a quite breath when Flo turns to shift the gear.

They're pulling out of the parking lot but Jamal can still feel the ghost of Flo's arm around his headrest.

"Seat belt on" Flo chirps, looking onto the driveway ahead.

Jamal nods. Fiddles for his seat belt. Does florian even notice a SPECK of his inner turmoil? Probably not, it's better that way.

His throat feels dry.

He is so whipped and eternally doomed.

⚓-☆-⚓-☆-⚓-☆.°•`.*

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tldr; have you ever noticed flo has some unfairly wide muscly shoulders? yea those are for jamal to hold onto when they're fucking

[wusiiala]

uhmm hello, excuse me, I just read your soulmate au wusiala fic you shared and it was so so good??? I was wondering if you have a masterpost or something with all of your fics? 👉🏽👈🏽 or something like that idk? pretty please?

I shall provide...

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★

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More to come :)

[hy6erion]

⍣✰⇢ 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆/ 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 • 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒊 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 ∙ 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧!

⍣✰ ..𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 ⇣

∙ x reader (also character x reader x character)

∙ only fem or gender neutral reader

• fluffs/ angsts (with and without happy endings)

∙ explicit stuff

∙ legal! age gaps

⍣✰.. 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 ⇣

∙ incest/ pedophilia etc

∙ certain kinks (watersports, scat, feet etc)

∙ straight up smuts

⍣✰.. 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒊 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 ⇣

𝐀𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐞: Jayce Talis!!, Viktor, Mel Medara, Vi, Caitlyn

𝐅𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥: Pablo Gavira, Hector Fort, Florian Wirtz, Omar Marmoush, Toni Kroos, Jamal Musiala

⇢ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐢 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫!! ♡

[menteycorazoncito]

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬:

➼ I do not write smut. It makes me uncomfortable. Any smut requests will be ignored and deleted.

➼ English is not my first language sp if you spot mistakes let me know. 

➼ Please keep in mind: I have a personal life (shocking I know) so writing requests might take some time

➼ Any shape way or form of hate (islamophobia, homophobia etc.) will NOT be tolerated.

➼ I won’t be writing about super specific topics (self-harm etc.)

➼ Be mindful while asking for age gaps. It can evolve into Pedophelia quickly and we don't’ want that.

➼ Please specify the genre while using prompts to request. 

➼ I am also open to write for people who are not on the list

𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬:

➼ Fluff, angst and so on, smau (not to be confused w smut!)

➼ Again I do not write smut

𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫:

𝐅𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥

Arda Güler, Barış Alper Yılmaz, Dominik Szoboszlai, Florian Wirtz, Hakim Ziyech, Hector Fort, Jamal Musiala, Julián Alvarez, Kenan Yıldız, Mason Mount, Pau Cubarsi, Pedri Gonzalez, Rúben Dias, Xavi Simons

𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭

𝐅𝟏: Charles Leclerc, Carlos Sainz, Franco Colapinto, Daniel Ricciardo, Lewis Hamilton, Oscar Piastri, Paul Aron, Ollie Bearman, Liam Lawson, Max Verstappen

𝐖𝐄𝐂: Clément Noavlak, Arthur Leclerc,

𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐲: Marcus Armstrong, Pato O'ward,

𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫: Ralf Aron, Marc Marquez

[pavardscherie]

— information about my writings:

requests: are always open.

time: i certainly leave my requests always open, so the writing process can take longer with a couple of pieces. i mostly write when i get a motivation boost, or just watched bundesliga matches lol. so, just know, your request is not lost or forgotten. it's just waiting for me.

smut: i do write smut, so please, minors, this is no place for you to read my pieces. i like to keep it 18+.

favourites:

benjamin pavard (who would have thought that?) piero hincapie florian wirtz paulo dybala pedri gonzalez

writing for: you can request each player you want. if i feel uncomfortable with writing them, i will tell you about it. but mostly, i will write for them after gathering a bit of information.

[wusiiala]

“I told the moon about you”

★ Jamal Musiala/Florian Wirtz

★ enemies to lovers

★ 5 + 1 things

★ “There was only one bed”

★ mild smut

★ read on ao3!!!