#men's football rpf

[theresonly1u]

There's Only One You 2024: a sports rpf short fanworks prompt meme is live!

262 fanworks in 12 different sports rpf fandoms. Check out the works and the fandoms and grab a cup of coffee 'cause it's just banger after banger across fandoms!

Thank you everyone for your hard work in making this another wonderful year! It is a joy to do this with you again. Your enthusiasm and joie de vivre make all the logistical stuff worthwhile.

Creators - make sure you update the posting date on your works to today so it appears at the top of the tag, especially if you posted weeks ago! Your names will be revealed on Monday, April 8 between 9am-10am pt (unless your work is also in anonymous collection.)

Everyone - if you enjoyed a work, slam that kudos button and leave a comment! Short works do not get nearly enough attention in fandom and these creators worked hard - let them know what you loved about their work! And I'll emphasize that doubly for the podficcers, artists, and fanmixers here, because those are also creators that don't see a lot of praise even beyond short fics. tl;dr: kudos + comment if you liked it!

Thank you all!! Settle in for a good weekend because we've got a lot to enjoy here 🌞

[neuerswaist]

DFB Husbands — toxic ambitions.

Sandro fucks dirty. He knows that about himself and has never gotten serious complaints about it. Of course, some of his partners don’t come back for a second round, but many others want more immediately. Usually, he likes to fuck around.

Lately, he’s found himself ghosting every last one of his lovers.

And the thing is, he claims it’s because of his job; he swears the DFB just really drains him, but that’s not true. Not entirely. He loves what he does, and he does it with passion; thus, he won't ever tire of it. What has started to exhaust him is not the job but the person he works with.

Julian. The man is tirelessly ambitious, more so than Sandro himself, and unhappy even with success unless it’s unquestionably perfect. A 2-1 simply isn’t enough. It’s a hollow win. As a former Bayern player, Sandro knows that mindset. He knows it’s debilitating in the long run, but he also knows he himself wouldn't want it any other way.

But whenever he watches Julian after a game, after an empty victory that’s just a tad too close to a draw, he feels himself get drawn into that same downward spiral.

Without fail, Julian will always pace the room, long steps and aimlessly in direction. He’ll mutter and mumble with his eyebrows tightly knit together and his displeasure dripping off him like water after a rainy day. Sandro feels himself shiver just thinking about it. But as sure as the sky above him and the night after a win being filled with loud joy, Julian will pace and Sandro will watch.

There are days when Sandro has to do some managing first, when he has to yell at the team or referee or staff or whatever, but he’ll always come back to Julian and his frustrations.

Sometimes he thinks about pushing the man forward, about bending him over, spitting on his ass, and fucking him raw until all this bullshit is out of his system. He thinks Julian would groan wetly and reluctantly open up beneath him. Sometimes his fantasies include lube and a bed and so much more time than they actually have at hand because he thinks about kissing Julian silly. Hell, he has no idea when it began, but somewhere along the line of functioning together, Sandro started to see more in Julian.

Back at Hoffenheim, Julian was too smart for his own good, a damn brat with ambition, and Sandro was a cocky asshat of a player. He wanted to pound him into next week even back then.

But it’s different now. Every new step Julian takes to aimlessly wander while obsessing over the past has Sandro more and more desperate to stop him.

When he can’t take it anymore, Sandro simply grabs Julian’s arm, yanks him around, and presses their lips together. He expects the kiss to be angry, for Julian to reciprocate the viciousness of the action or at least to shove him away, but that doesn’t happen. Instead, beneath his fingers, Sandro feels Julian tremble, feels him sigh, and heave out air as if suddenly relieved of all his burdens. It’s – sweet?

The warmth of their bodies mingle, growing into something so comfortable that Sando, despite himself, gasps. He feels himself grow soft and placid even as Julian hums into the kiss as if this isn’t the first time, as if Sandro has done this to him dozens of times before. And somehow, as Julian slings his arms around Sandro’s shoulders, linking them behind his head, Sandro thinks they should probably do this again and again.

for @semifinaldraw and inspired by this beautiful masterpiece

[elise-51-blog]

Just posting gifs I wanna stare at

[tl-trashtalk]

my lover, my cornerstone (best friend)

Relationship: Christian Pulisic/Giovanni Reyna

Summary:

Christian reaches out his pinky finger, brushing it against the back of Gio’s hand. “What if you came back to mine instead? We could—” Christian pauses again, looking up at Gio finally, and still not feeling very confident, “—celebrate together,” or the one where Christian celebrates his national teammate's two goals with a bit of hooking-up, served up with some angsty feelings on the side.

Additional Tags: Awkward Meet Cute In Elevators, Awkward Flirting, Bad Pick Up Lines, Idiots in Love, First Kiss, Hook-Up, Hotel Sex, Making Out, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Masturbation, Come Marking, Spit As Lube, Ass Play, Teasing, Porn with Feelings, Feelings Realization, Angst and Feels, feeling confessions, Not Exactly Love Confessions, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Bittersweet Ending, USMNT, US Men's Soccer National Team

[kostjabocharov]

okay i will post this

home delights

summary: a collection of small scenarios set in a shared apartment with our babygirl goalie. this is a reader insert and there are no physical characteristics specified; but smut is written with a person that has female genitals in mind. contains smut and domestic fluff

pairing: dominik livaković/reader

word count: 2216

content warning: too self-indulgent, first pov

read on ao3

[tclerateit]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Men's Football RPF Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Robert Lewandowski/reader Characters: Robert Lewandowski, Reader, Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Fluff, Comfort, World Cup, Football | Soccer Summary:

Reader comforts Robert after Poland loses against France.

[andregotzeus]

need more people to hop on this train please, I need more to read

[nerimk]

please HEAR ME OUT ON HIM PLEASE (ALGUIEN ESCRIBA ALGO D ESTE CABALLERO XFAVOR ESROY D RODILLA NO HAY NADA D EL!!!! EN AO3)

[statistiquesfrancophones]

Relations les plus populaires - Men’s Football RPF (29/07/2023)

Statistiques francophones basées sur des histoires provenant de Archive of Our Own

[colourfulballofayoh]

Jesse Lingard x Marcus Rashford 🤔

[neuerswaist]

Füllbitzer Viking AU — your heart & my home.

His hand, sunken in the fur coat draped around his shoulder, feels numb. But it's not the cold that seeps underneath and slips inside his woollen tunic that makes him shiver.

No, it's the view of the ship coming towards their harbour.

When he had come up north, he didn't know what to expect. Back in the south, back home, he was a leader, quick and smart; his swiftness was viewed as a great asset, but here, they see his lean figure as unfit for war.

Their fighters are built differently.

The men that set sail are big, their strength both proven and visible beneath the layers of armour and leather. Watching them, it's easy to see that their violence is but a by-product of their physicality. Some of them are stupid, following each other into fights for the sake of bloodshed; others are looking to provide for their families.

And Sabitzer never expected to fall in love with such a brute, but fate had other plans.

Out on the sea, a cool breeze blows uneven waves that carry his lover's longship home. But the sight of it is what makes Sabitzer worry. A few oars and shields are missing, the dragon head is damaged, and ravens fly out to greet the men.

His men.

It had taken time, but this place and these people are his home now.

The horn of the Werder blows, announcing their arrival to the rest of the village. Another horn from the village’s guard echos the noise.

Sabitzer is the only one who was already waiting by the harbour.

Many drop what they're doing and walk towards their returning men.But unlike the other folks, Sabitzer takes off, sprinting to where the ship lays anchor, and the fighters start to bleed out of the ship.

It's a gruesome sight—blood and gore among grim faces—but an air of victory hangs around those who walk unassisted.

Füllkrug is one of those, and Sabitzer, for the first time since the Werder had set sail, finally feels relief.

His lover's face is covered in soot, with long streaks of sweat running deep lines into his handsome features. A cut on his forehead colours a few strands of his long hair crimson. But despite everything, a smile breaks the cover of Füllkrug’s beard and warms Sabitzer’s frozen body.

He's home.

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for the one and only @doodlingbees

[lustrexia]

tw: nsfw, breeding, minors dni.

— Jude Bellingham’s Size

• Unapologetically big. And thick too, he just knows it, he has a big dick. Maybe it has some veins too.

• It's difficult for you to fit his dick in your hands, you will need to use two hands if you want to suck him off or give him a blowjob.

• Big bulge, even bigger when he's horny. He'd smile at you knowingly when he catches you staring, he knows.

• He loves it when you choke on it, or when you try to deepthroat; because you can't, it's so thick you can barely fit it in your mouth, and it stretches your lips lewdly.

• Maybe it’s the fact that it makes a bulge on your stomach when he’s deep inside of you, or maybe that he insists of going in raw, you don’t know what it is about him, but it gets you filled up and satisfied at the end of the day, so you let him fuck you knowing that he will probably get you knocked up.

• Ever wanted to be stretched and bred hard by a big cock? He’d be the one to do it. He’d talk you through it, saying you should just lay down and take it.

[snowyroads]

the song is literally them.

[tl-trashtalk]

i wrote a thing 👀 (unedited,, go easy)

i think fermin would love conor so lanky and leggy but still strong. he can match fermin in intensity and passion. fermin edges conor out slightly in endurance and stength. fermin loves it, how they challenge one another and how different conor is from his own body type. fermin's used to being surrounded by other men similarly shaped to him. conor feels wild just on looks alone. but then he talks. and fermin fucking melts because no, he cant hardly understand him, but conor's eyes are so expression and he smiles and blushes. he's so enchanting and his accent intensifies the whole experience. I think fermin would try to impress conor and sorta do a bad job? like... unintentionally so. he comes off hard and cool and disinterested (instead of what he actually is which is twitterpated beyond reason and a total dork) it makes conor think that fermin doesnt like him. fermin gets frustrated that he's only succeeded in making conor hate him, so gavi convinces fermin to go talk to conor and explain it (leaving out fermin's attraction, just that fermin wanted to impress conor as a friend) fermin's like yes, i can do this okay. but then he gets to conor's and he's in the doorway in joggers that hug his legs and form-fitting, threadbare tee. fermin suddenly cant breathe, looking into conor's gorgeous eyes as conor watches him expectantly. when fermin's breath returns, he's kissing conor, his hands pulling conor's slender waist until he's tripping forward and grasping onto fermin's shoulders, but still not really kissing back. conor gets his footing and pulls away from fermin, eyebrow raised. fermin is turning pink and as a sheepish, pleading face. conor doesnt even think fermin knows he's doing it. its an adorable and infuriating face. conor doesnt hestitate to return fermin's kiss, kissing until theyre pulling away breathless. "i do not hate you" fermin manages to get out after a few beats. conor just chuckles out "clearly" and caresses fermin's cheek affectionately

I have a suggestion for the class

[andregotzeus]

I just want to hear from you (on ao3)

📱mason mount/christian pulisic

📱1k, rated g

📱 some texts and masons feelings

[dashiellqvverty]

genuinely i’m like i want to get into hockey (for entirely sexual reasons) and have no idea how to start. i have literally never followed a sport in my life