#pep guardiola fanfic

[futbolfanficpunk]

The Coach II

Player: Pep Guardiola

Summary: Months after your brief encounter at the end of football camp, Pep and female football player-reader meet up to see each other one more time. Word count: 3600+ Warnings/ themes: Infidelity, Soft Smut, Angst. Alcohol.A/N: This was going to be the second and final but it became so long I divided them up. The third and final one should come out in the next week. Since Man City won the Premier League and Pep was in Ted Lasso I decided to hurry this up and release it. Enjoy.  Part 1 

           You entered the lobby, it was early in the night. The lobby echoed with the sounds of people. tourist walking and chatter in different languages. You went straight to the hotel front desk and asked for an envelope left to you under your name, “Here you are, miss” said the man behind the counter. “Thank you, have a good night” you said as you started walking towards the elevator. You took the card key out of the envelope and looked at a sticky note on top of it that said in handwriting Room 1021. You smiled as you looked up to get in the elevator and pressed the white button next to the number 10 sign. You put the card key in your purse. You sighed and checked yourself in the reflection of the elevator mirror. Your heart had started to get a bit jittery and your breath was becoming shorter. No other man had this effect on you, no one could make you both as bold or as doubtful. But of all the things you could have been thinking, you could only think of how you got there. It was almost time for the international break and you were thinking if you should travel back home or stay in Spain, or go somewhere else for a mini vacation. Villareal, your club, was 4th in Liga F, and you were doing well. You had scored four goals by now, had good percentages of passes completed every game, and a good defensive rate. Your only shortcoming was that you sometimes lost your temper and you would argue with the ref and get a yellow, you had three of them by then.  Besides all the games won, you had a good highlight, an outside-the-box goal against Fc Barcelona, although the game ended 5-2 in their stadium, you were proud of yourself. They were the best team in Spain and in the top 3 of Europe, and you got one against them. You even exchanged jerseys with AItana Bonmati, you admired her, up there with Alexia Putellas. You still thought about Pep, not as often as before, but every now and then you would fantasize about seeing him again. You would watch some Manchester City games and get butterflies whenever the camera focused on him. He always looked so intense, so serious on TV. Not the man who offered you a flirty smile when his hand was touching your pussy, that man was never on TV. 

A week before the international break, Pep texted you. He hadn’t texted you since pre-season. You jumped up when you saw the notification with his name Coach P. He asked how you were and praised your first quarter of the season. You told him you had seen his games and were rooting for them to take over the first spot by the end of the season. You asked him how he was. He replied after a minute that he was doing fine, busy as usual, but something had kept bothering him. You asked what was bothering him, surprised he was actually having a conversation with you on text besides football. 

< I keep thinking about you and the move you pulled on me>

You answered with a question  

<In a good way or a bad way?>

<Both> he replied right away.

 <If it’s any consolation, I think about you too> you sent back, you were nervous and excited. He liked you, he thought about you, more than you had thought. You were almost about to squeal.

<That’s the least you could do> 

You didn’t know what to reply but he texted you again before you could reply

<I’m going to be in Barcelona for two days during your international break, I know you are not called up for your National Team. I would like to see you, if possible> 

You had to reread your message three times before you screamed and kicked the air multiple times. Can fantasies come true?, you thought.

<I don’t know if I can, but yes, call me and maybe we can figure it out> 

<I’ll call you tomorrow afternoon, good night>

<night!>

You almost didn’t sleep that night, thinking about seeing him again, trying to plan conversations because you were sure you were going to be a hot mess if you indeed saw each other, and you always reverted to small talk when you couldn't think straight. The elevator opened on the 10th floor, you looked for the room and opened the door with your card key. This was a big suite room. It had an entrance with a small living room, and the bed was in another room. “Hola?” you sang a bit loud while you closed the door, “Estoy aquí” (I’m here). You looked around moving slowly. You were really nervous, you had thought about this for so long that the idea of it finally happening scared you a bit. Pep entered the room from the bedroom and stopped to look at you and said “Hello” with a small smile. He was wearing a black turtleneck with gray pants and black shoes, he looked sophisticated but unassuming. You felt a small jolt down your spine when you saw him but tried to play it cool. “Hi” you replied and flashed him a small wave. The last time you saw him you felt so powerful and dominant, sure you could make him yours for a bit, but now you were feeling overwhelmed. He came over to give you customary kisses on each cheek and asked how you were, you said you were fine, trying to sound convincing.  

He took a big breath and asked “Would you like something to drink?”

“Sure, what are you having?”

“A whiskey on the rocks” “I’ll have the same” you replied

He went to the room’s kitchenette to serve your drinks while you looked around the room, admiring the colors of the room and the chic furniture.

“How was the trip here?”

“It was fine, shorter than I remembered”

“Good”

“And the hotel where I’m staying is nice, very modern and hip”

Not the small talk, you thought. 

He came over and handed you your drink. “Cheers” you said as you offered your glass “Cheers” he said and he gently touched his glass with yours. You both had a sip of your drinks while you looked at each other, there were nerves in the air. “Do you want to sit down?” he asked and he took his hand to your back to guide you to the sofa next to you.

“Okay” you said as you went in front of him to sit.

You sat and drank half your whiskey right away. 

“Is everything okay?” Pep said and sits next to you “Do you want to leave?” he said as to let you know he noticed you were different. 

“Why do you say that?” you said surprised

“Well, you barely talked or moved, you seem…uncomfortable” Pep explained as he drank some whiskey.

“Oh. I’m just feeling a bit nervous to be honest. And, no, I don’t want to leave” you replied. You wish you could control the awkwardness and you were failing but you needed him to know you wanted to be there too.

 Last time you were in a room together you felt you had nothing to lose, that you probably would never see or speak to each other again. This time it didn’t feel like that, your aggressive behavior was suppressed by the possibilities of what could be said and done there.

“Y/N, How can you be nervous when you look like this?” asked Pep pointing at your outfit and face. He was more than attracted to what he saw.

“ It doesn’t matter, being alone here with you is making me feel a bit on edge” you said, you were always honest and direct with him, it was better this way, you liked it that way.

Pep chuckled and brushed his lips on the cheek close to your lip to give you a small kiss. You let out a short, shy, quiet giggle.

“There’s nothing to be nervous about, hermosa” he says as he caresses your profile with his fingers “we’re here to hang out, right?” “Um, yea” you said while your hand went looking for the one touching your face. You took it into yours while looking at him. “Is that what we’re here for? I wasn’t exactly sure”

“We can do whatever you want” he said while interlacing his fingers with yours and pulling you towards him, putting his other hand on your naked thigh

“Is that true?” you asked, feeling a warmness all over your body induced by his touch “You arranged this whole thing to do whatever I say?”  He nodded.

“So if I say ‘Pep, let’s just get drunk and watch TV’, you’re okay with that?” you asked, testing him. He stared at your soft pink lipgloss-covered mouth “Yes,” he said while the hand that was on your thigh comes towards your face and he traces your bottom lip with his index finger “Is that what you want to do?” 

 “Right now?” your heart was running even if you were seated. You looked at his mouth, he had a cocky smirk on it “No.” You didn’t feel nervous at all, it had faded away completely and you could only feel a yearning for him and his touch. His hand was now grazing your hair.

“Would you like me to kiss you?” he said, his face got close to yours.

You touched his chin with your bottom lip “Yes, I would”.  You were ready and eager, and it seemed that he was too.

He took you by your hair and gently placed his lips on yours, slightly opening his mouth right after while placing a deeper kiss. You felt liberated from any feelings that were holding you back and with a deep breath you open your mouth even more to slip your tongue into his mouth, finding and trying to dominate his. He let out a small groan. You separate from the kiss and said “Sit back”. He did and you mounted him, legs open as much as you could on the sofa, your core on top of the area his member should be. “Not nervous anymore? he said while looking up at you “Mm-mm” you said as you puckered up a smile and shook your head. He started kissing your breasts over your clothes, lips leaving wet traces on your exposed chest and neck. You were panting with desire, reacting to his touch. You couldn’t take it anymore and kissed him again furiously, lips and tongue making a sloppy mess all over his own. You pulled back to take off your top and bra in a lust-filled hurry, you wanted it all off. “Fuck, look at you” he said when he sees your naked torso. “Let me take this off” you said, tugging at the hem of his shirt. Once off, he pulled you towards him and kissed you, hand on your waist, your breasts touching his chest. You could now feel him getting hard, poking you, you moaned into his mouth while you moved your hips back and forth. You weren't thinking about anything, just feeling, letting yourself go. “I need you naked and on my bed, now” he said in between kisses. “That can be done” you said in between jumpy breaths. You unmounted him and took the rest of your clothes off except your panties while walking to the bedroom. “Ven” (come on) you said looking back, both to give your command while looking at him, but also because you really wanted to know if he was into it as much as you were. He looked flustered but ready, his eyes darker than ever, pupils dilated. He was smitten by you. You sat on the corner of the bed, legs crossed and waiting for him to come to you. You now felt the rush of carnal tension and curiosity, you had thought about this moment for so long, and you were confident it was going to be worth every minute you waited for it, or at least hoped. Pep walked over barefooted and only wearing his pants. You took off your panties slowly and crossed your legs again while he watches, you love flirting with your body.

“You’re a dream, you know? So beautiful. I’ve been thinking about you for months” he said, opening your legs while you let a seductive smile be drawn by his words “Now, let me have that pussy of yours”. You let out a big breath, barely able to breathe at a regular pace after you see his head hide in between your legs and feel his warm tongue almost make out with your slit, making you let uncontrollable moans out of your mouth. “Are you always going to be so wet for me?” he asked while still in between your legs “Alw-shit-always” you try to say while he attacks your clit with his tongue.

“Jodeeeeer!” He groaned as he came all over your back and collapsed on the bed following your mutual orgasm. The leftover waves of pleasure still made you jerk your hips. You held your core with your right hand thinking of how intense it felt. This man wanted you, desired you, kissed, bit and sucked everything he could, said the sexiest praises in your ear and pounded you like he was never going to fuck you again. He made you come hard and twice. You laid next to him, he was still panting while looking at the ceiling, looking fucked out. You looked at him, still trying to catch your breath, and gently kissed his shoulder. “If we ever do that again I might have to be your permanent side chick” you said while laughing mid way through the sentence and stumbling through the last three words. He looked at you and smiled, he planted a small kiss on your cheek, and said “That’s exactly why you need to go to your own hotel tonight”. You frowned, that sentence actually hurt your feelings. It didn’t feel like a joke, just a warning. You felt disposable, used, you felt like you just connected and he was telling you to fuck off.

“Well, you at least should have waited until I cleaned your cum off my body before you started kicking me out’ you said, annoyed as you sat up.

“That’s not what I meant“ said Pep as he sat up and shook his head

You stood up from the bed “Oh, I think you said what you meant. Having post-nut clarity, are we? That’s ok. I’m getting some myself. I’ll clean up and be on my way back to my hotel” you said in an anger-flared rush “Would you calm down and listen?” he said, you were officially mad now, you were known for losing your cool. He knew that you went from zero to sixty in three seconds.

“You should know by now, old man, that you don’t tell women to calm down when they are mad” you said and walked away from him “Oh for fuck’s sake, venga ya, mujer! Esto no es un puto partido para estar peleando tanto” you heard him say as you entered the room’s bathroom (Come on, woman! This isn’t a fucking match to be fighting this much)

 You took the first towel that you saw and threw it on the floor while grunting “Asshole!” and just stared at it for a minute. You didn’t expect anything specific from this night, but to feel like someone’s cum bucket wasn’t it. You were livid and sad at the same time. How could you be so stupid? Why would you have a crush on a married man? “Y/N” said a voice behind you. You turned to see him by the bathroom door

“What?” you snapped like a teenager talking back to their parents

“Look, I’m not saying you have to go now, I wasn’t clear. It’s just not a good idea for you to stay here. I actually want you here. Please, don’t be upset”  he said as he slowly got closer and closer to your naked body with every word. “Well, whatever, I think I'll leave now. I don’t think I want to stay here with you” you said still feeling defensive. “Stop trying to fight me, Y/N. If what I said hurt your feelings, I apologize. I wasn’t trying to kick you out. I want you to be here and hang out a bit more, and maybe we can see each other in the morning before you leave. You just can’t sleep here, that’s all. Remember, I’m not single like you” he said as he stroked your bare arms, as to comfort you in some way. “ I wasn’t planning on sleeping here, anyway” you said with a pout. He held your face and said “You’re so cute when you pout, you hot head” Pep pressed his lips against yours, and his naked body pressed itself against yours. You felt your body melt a little with his kiss. He had experience cooling women down from a mad mood, you could tell. You kissed him back, your mouth wanting his, expecting some tenderness. He separated himself from you and said “Let’s clean you up, I’ll help you” and he did. 

You shared a hot shower, washing and touching each other softly, caressing as you both cleaned each other, stopping only to kiss under the water every now and then. Just as fast as you got a hot head, you had calmed down and felt totally at ease. It felt so good to be pampered that you just had to say something because both of you were so concentrated on the task at hand that you barely talked. You took a second to hug him and lay your head on his chest, “This feels so nice” you said as you sigh. He gave you a small kiss on your hair and caressed your wet back. It felt so intimate and close, even more than just fucking each other, like something a real long-term couple would do. You barely had experienced anything close to this. All your relationships had been short, casual, or long distanced. You decided to keep washing him and get some more soap to wash his chest, stomach and reached to clean his member, when you washed him, he got hard as you moved your hand to make it clean. You smiled, it tickled you so that he was so turned on by you. “Is that for me?” you said as you grab his hard cock

“If you want it” 

“So bad” you said and let water hit it so that the soap comes off. You got down, and then you let your tongue traces its whole shape, as it twitched slightly from your tongue's touch. You grabbed the base of it with your hand, while you put the rest of it in your mouth, tasting the tip with your tongue. You couldn’t believe how hard he was. The warm water kept washing over you as you kept sucking and licking him, he kept looking at you while small deep groans came out of him, you enjoyed having him there in your mouth, seeing him trying to look at you while fighting his eyes from closing from the feeling that came from your action, small noises leaving his throat.  

“ I haven’t been this hard in years. God, you’re so good at that, Y/N”

“am I?” you said while stroking him harder, going in to suck him faster, if you liked one thing, it was his praises. Your tongue licked him up and down while one hand stroked him and the other one massaged his balls.

“Oh Fuck—Yes” he said

“Are you going to come in my mouth to show me how good I am?” you said keeping a fast pace

“Joder—keep going”

“mhmmm” you said mouth full of cock, hand doing circles around the bottom of his cock

“Me vas a hacer correr” (you’re going to make me come)

“Come in my mouth” you said quickly and kept sucking him off. You felt his cock getting harder in your mouth, Looking up, seeing his wet body and face, looking at him squeeze himself with his hands on his waist, grunting. It only took ten more seconds for him to fill your mouth and throat with all his thick juices, quiet groans in the air, you swallowed part of it and spat the other and licked his tip slowly, staring at him flinch from the intense feelings while you did. You loved having this power, making hard, making him come whenever you wanted, and the flattery that came after. “You are ridiculous” he said grabbing your face by your chin, part of it with his cum on it, and kissed you softly “I’ll take that as a compliment” you said afterward.

You stayed a while longer in bed after getting dressed, TV on but getting ignored by you both. You talked, made out in between conversations, put your hands on each other every moment you remembered this was temporary. You usually initiated the kissing, but he always kissed you back like a happy young man with his first girl, holding your face, or your neck, or your ass or your waist, fingers tracing the shape of your body. When you started feeling the heaviness of sleep crawling in you jumped up and said “I’m going back to my hotel room, I’m getting sleepy. it’s a five minute taxi ride but you know, it’s late” and walked to the door with him following you

“Ok, I’ll come by tomorrow to see you and say good-bye, okay?” he said walking you the door holding just one of your fingers with his hand.

You picked up the purse you had on a table near the door. You kissed him as to say goodbye you said, “I’ll see you tomorrow, Pep” and gave him a small smile before you left.

“Adiós, querida” he said as he closed the door behind you

The elevator ride down to the lobby had you thinking you liked him more than you should but you stretched your back and fixed your posture as you tried to reject this idea from your head. 

You let a small sigh come out of your mouth as the elevator doors opened. You couldn’t wait to see him tomorrow.

[guardioland]

Pep Guardiola/Reader Smut

I'd never considered myself as the type of girl who would follow a guy to his work, but then again, I'd never been in a relationship with someone like Phil Foden either. He was my best friend, my first kiss, my first love... but he just couldn't seem to get it right in bed. It wasn't that I didn't enjoy it, but there was always something missing, something that left me wanting more. And it wasn't like I hadn't tried to tell him how I felt, to explain what I needed, but he just couldn't seem to understand.

So there I was, tailing him to the Man City training grounds, my heart pounding in my chest as I watched him walk towards the entrance. I knew this was a huge mistake, that I should just turn around and go home, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I wanted answers, I needed to know why he couldn't make me feel complete.

As I followed him through the hallways of the training complex, my nerves on edge, I suddenly found myself in the presence of none other than Pep Guardiola himself. He was deep in conversation with Phil, his voice low and intense, but I couldn't help but feel like I was intruding on something private. I tried to make my way past them unnoticed, but to my horror, Pep caught sight of me. His piercing blue eyes fixed on me, and for a moment, I felt like I was caught in a web.

"Excuse me," I stammered, my heart pounding in my chest. "I didn't mean to intrude."

Pep Guardiola regarded me coolly, his expression unreadable. "You're with Foden, yes?" he asked, his accent thick and almost musical. I nodded, feeling a strange mix of fear and embarrassment wash over me. "Then you must have something important to say."

He motioned for me to follow him into a nearby empty office. My heart raced as I did as he asked, wondering what he could possibly want with me. As soon as the door closed behind us, he spun me around, pinning me against the wall. His grip was surprisingly firm, and I could feel the heat emanating from his body. "You have something to say to me, yes?" he hissed in my ear.

I swallowed hard, trying to find my voice. "I-I just wanted to tell you that I think Phil could be a better player. He's got so much potential, but he just can't seem to reach it." I glanced up at him, hoping that maybe he'd understand what I was trying to say.

But Pep didn't seem interested in my words. Instead, his eyes raked over my body, and a dark, predatory look came into his eyes. "And what is it that you want from him?" he demanded, his voice low and dangerous. "What do you need?"

I felt my cheeks flush with shame and anger. "I-I just want to be satisfied," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. "In bed, I mean. It's not about the sex, it's about the connection. I want to feel like he cares about me as much as I care about him."

Pep's expression darkened even further, and suddenly, his hands were all over me. He roughly pushed me down onto the desk, pinning my arms above my head, and before I could even process what was happening, he was ripping my clothes off of me. "You want to feel connected?" he growled in my ear. "You want him to care about you?"

His touch was brutal and possessive, his fingers digging into my skin as he roughly caressed my breasts, sucking and nipping at my nipples until they were hard and aching. He roughly pulled my underwear aside, and before I could even think about resisting, he was thrusting his fingers into me, filling me up, claiming me.

My body arched off the desk, crying out in pleasure as his touch sent waves of heat coursing through me. He growled in satisfaction, his fingers moving faster, harder, his breath hot against my neck. I felt a strange sense of power and control over him, and it only seemed to fuel his desire.

He pulled his fingers free and roughly positioned himself between my legs, his erection straining against his pants. Without any preamble, he thrust into me, burying himself to the hilt with a groan. The sensation was overwhelming, intense, but it felt right. It felt like he was finally giving me what I needed.

Pep's movements were savage and primal, his body slamming into mine in perfect rhythm. His breath came in ragged gasps as he looked down at me, his eyes burning with a fierce desire. "You want to be satisfied?" he growled, his words hot against my skin. "You want him to care about you?"

I could feel the strength in his body, the power that came from years of dominating the field. He was in control, and I was helpless to resist. My own breath came faster and faster as he continued to thrust into me, the sensation building inside me, threatening to break free in a wave of pure ecstasy.

His movements grew even more frenzied, his grip on my hips nearly bruising. I arched my back, meeting his thrusts with my own, our bodies moving together in perfect harmony. The air in the room seemed to crackle with energy, with the raw desire that bound us together.

As I felt the first tremors of my impending orgasm building deep within me, Pep slowed his pace, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he stared down at me with an intensity that made my heart race. "That's it," he growled, his voice rough and demanding. "Let it out."

His words were like a trigger, and with a shuddering cry, I came, my body convulsing around him as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. He followed suit, his body tense and rigid as he thrust one final time, his cries echoing in the room as he released himself deep inside me.

For a moment, we were both still, our bodies pressed tightly together, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. Then, slowly, Pep pulled out of me, his eyes never leaving mine. He reached down and roughly wiped some sweat from my forehead, his touch surprisingly gentle.

"There," he said, his voice hoarse. "That's what you needed.

[darththrog]

Footballers as vines part 1

part 2

part 3

Part 4

[egyptiankingg]

no i will not have hope i had hope for MONTHS now i’m heartbroken excuse me while i cry some more

DONT CRY ANON, I MADE THIS FOR YOU 🫡

THE REAL DEAL

Where jude comes to lfc

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH SO PLS REPOST YALL

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It was a sunny day at Liverpool's training ground, and Trent Alexander-Arnold and Jordan Henderson were sitting together, scrolling through their phones and laughing. "What's so funny?" asked Jurgen Klopp, walking over to them.

"The fans on Twitter are going crazy about Jude Bellingham not coming to Liverpool," replied Trent, still chuckling. "They're all saying we missed out on him."

Klopp grinned. "Don't worry, boys. I've got this." He pulled out his phone and dialed Bellingham's number.

"Hey, Jude! It's Jurgen Klopp. I hear you're not coming to Liverpool. What's going on?" Klopp joked.

Jude laughed. "Sorry, boss. I guess I was just having second thoughts."

"Well, snap out of it, silly boy," Klopp teased. "Get your ass over to Liverpool, and we'll sign you up!"

"Okay, papa!" Jude shouted, grinning from ear to ear.

A few hours later, Jude arrived at Liverpool's training ground, and Klopp welcomed him with open arms. They sat down together, and Jude signed the contract to officially become a Liverpool player.

Just as the news broke, Pep Guardiola was sitting in his office, scrolling through his phone. When he saw the announcement, he flew into a rage. He ripped all of the pictures of him and Klopp off his walls and threw them in the bin.

"Those Liverpool scoundrels!" he muttered to himself. "They always get what they want!"

Meanwhile, Klopp, Henderson, and Trent were all high-fiving and laughing. "We did it, boys!" Klopp exclaimed. "Jude is now a Red, and there's nothing Pep can do about it!"

[kimpessi10]

Pep/Leo:

If there was a plot for a fanfic

[sugarcube-stillabookworm]

hardcore football fans (as in: average Dude type) should read and write a lot more fanfiction methinks. great to play out your absolutely correct opinions on How Things Should Have Gone Actually and nice way to process Big Emotions. they seem to have a lot of those

[faramirsonofgondor]

I LOVE IT SO MUCH!!! It’s literally perfect ♥️

Okay but can you imagine the events of Ted Lasso from Pep’s perspective??? I kinda want to see a fox about that. Like he probably sent Jamie off to Richmond with the idea that would get a lot of playing time and spend time with his idol ( you can’t tell me that everybody at Man City didn’t know about his hero worship for Roy). He was probably also keeping an eye on Jamie and how things were going and imagine his surprise to find out that Jamie and Roy had struck up some sort of arch nemesis rivalry shit. Imagine his reluctant pride at seeing how well Jamie was adjusting to playing in a different position. Imagine his concern and confusion when Jamie gets benched after Roy came after him. Imagine his growing concern when he prompts Jamie on why Richmond sent him back and all Jamie can do is say “I don’t know” in a hollow voice. Imagine him trying desperately to figure out how someone with so much passion and self confidence came back a shell of himself and grew more and more distant everyday. Imagine his shock, worry, and disappointment when he finds out Jamie is leaving to a reality tv show after spiraling for months. Imagine his tentative delight at seeing Jamie work his way back into football, this time with more genuine pleasure and passion for the sport. Imagine him silently cheering Jamie on as Richmond gets promoted. Imagine his dismay at seeing Jamie’s role at Richmond get smaller and smaller once Zava joins. Imagine his anger on Jamie’s behalf when Zava steals his goal and nobody does anything about it. Imagine his pride at watching Jamie take what he learned at Man City to help Richmond. Imagine him wanting his team to win against Richmond, but also not being able to stop himself from worrying when Jamie gets injured. Imagine his shock when Jamie gets back up and scores. IMAGINE IT.

[meowmeowmessi]

stop giving fanfic girlies any ideas please. i think they should put messi there too and have him go towards who he loves the most, like kids do with dogs yknow??

pov: you are lionel messi stuck inside a room with lionel scaloni and pep guardiola

[futbolfanficpunk]

The Coach

Player: Pep Guardiola Word count: 2,9k+ Summary: Reader is a fem football player who signs up for a 3-week summer clinics camp with Pep Guardiola and his staff. She starts developing feelings quickly for Pep, as she always had a crush on him. At a party on the last day of camp, while in a drunken state and feeling she has nothing to lose, she decides to confess her feelings. Warning: Angst, Smut, Infidelity Authors note: I had this in the back of my mind for a long time, so, I skipped over other stories I had started and wrote this as quickly as I could (which was not that quick at all, it got accidentally deleted halfway through writing, meh). I have the second part in my mind as well. I don't know if I'm ready to share it though, it goes against the sanctity of marriage HAHAHAHA

Edit: Part 2 Part 3

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Pep Team Summer Camp and Clinics for Professional Female Footballers. That was the title of the email you received from your agent, “You need to get on this! Let’s sign you up?” the body of the email said. You didn’t think twice. You loved the idea of working and learning from Pep Guardiola and you knew he was never going to coach a women's team. This was your chance. “Yes, sign me up!” Fucking Pep Guardiola, fucking Fc Barcelona player, your dream club. Villareal was an amazing club to play for, a growing team but Barca was your goal. Plus, you always thought Pep was charming and handsome, you always had a lil’ admiration crush on him, it would be cool to finally meet him.

On week one of the clinics, you were progressing and getting along with both staff and other players. You shared your room with a girl from As Roma’s team,Valentina, you would communicate in English because it was your only language in common. You had a good time with her, always chatting and joking around a bit before going to sleep. You spent your Sunday off together, went to the beach and around town in Barcelona, where the camp took place.

Pep had already noticed you that week, you saw him staring at you in the last two days and had his staff come to give you extra challenges or exercises, and had them pass the info back to him. You only talked to him twice, you think both times you held your breath the entire time you weren’t talking. By the end of week one, he asked to have a private meeting with you, he wanted to see what type of person you were, your goals, your drives and passions. You spent 30 minutes talking, he was really easy to talk to, his dry sense of humor and sarcasm had you cracking up and you learned that you both like cinema. You told him about your Italian movie collection, he liked Spanish and indy American movies.You told him who your favorite players of all time were. You told him your goal was to end up at Barcelona, play at the Camp Nou and win titles so that eventually you could also get a spot in the National Team. The whole summer clinic camp, if not worth for the footballing value, had been just worth it to have this time with Pep. You found that you actually really like who he was and that made him even more attractive in your eyes. You had noticed the lil’ mannerism he had and made him more likable. You replayed your conversation over and over in your mind during the next couple of days. You didn’t know why, mainly fangirling, you thought to yourself. You couldn’t stop thinking about it.

On week two Pep was now talking to you directly during the session at the end of the day of the day, where you would have mini games in groups of 7s. He would call you to give your instructions or correct something you had done, most of the time he would be animated and loud and touched you when talking to you to enphasize what he was saying. Sometimes he would talk closer to your ear, especially when it was a correction, he would be so close to your ear you could feel a bit of his hot breath hitting you, his Catalan accented words floating into your ears. By the third day he was calling you to give you instructions your already agitated heart would skip when he signaled for you to come, and when he was talking to you while you nodded you felt your nipple harden and you core get warm, you almost zoned out to concentrate on his tone coming to your ears “Y/A, you understand, yes?” he asked

“Yes, coach”. You knew thoseinteractions weren't anything special, nor reserved for you, he did it with a few players, the best ones, you could tell that was the dynamic of the clinics. Your teammates were talented players and you were proud to be considered one of the best among them. You were 23, you weren't one of those freaks who were already stars at 21 like Claudia Pina, but you knew you could be great, amazing, if you kept working and fighting for it. Pep seemed to agree.  “Real good work today, kid” he said at the end of the session on the fourth day of the second week and gave you a big hug with a few pats on your back, “Thank you, coach” you said as you side-hugged him back and smiled. “Keep it up” he said while walking away and complementing other players.

By the third and final week you felt that Pep was closer to being a colleague or a friend than just a coach, he had the chance to talk to him with other players and staff during lunches. They all joked around, and shared stories. You couldn't stop smiling when he was around, he probably just thought you were a person who always smiled for no reason. Two days before the last day he took you aside for two minutes to give you praises on your game intensity, pass progression and for trying to score more as he had asked you. You smiled the whole time not only with your mouth but with your eyes, you were sure you were glowing or blushing, just didn’t know which one. “Thank you, Pep, these past three weeks have been so amazing, a real learning experience and an honor. It has helped my confidence and I’ll try to keep working on everything you pointed out”, “Good” he said and put his arm around you “Keep working, you got this Y/N. You’re good, don’t doubt it” and gave you a lil pat on the shoulder. You wanted to hug him and kiss his face right there,your crush was peaking, but you just smiled and nodded because you weren’t a crazy person, you were a professional. 

The Saturday after the last day of the camp, there was a big party at a beach hotel’s event room for all the girls, staff and coaches to say good bye and party together. You partied with Valentina and other girls. There was food and booze. You had one more drink than you should have. You started having stupid thoughts, like maybe you should tell Pep about your crush on him. You probably won’t see him ever again, anyway, and that way you could live with yourself and not be horny and crushing around an older guy. You had a thing for older men, you always did. You had dates a 35 year old and a 42 year old. This was not a surprise. The surprise was you wanting to act on such a fucking crazy idea. You took a last sip of your drink and told the girls that you would be right back. You looked for Guardiola everywhere. You couldn’t find him, so you asked one of the coaching staff and they told you to check by the beach. You went out to the beach and there he was, barefoot holding his sneakers with one hand, looking at the waves crashing into the sand while walking.

“Pep” you shout

“Y/N” he responded”Is everything ok?”

“Yes, fantastic” you said while sloppy walking closer to him and slightly slurring your words. 

“What’s up?” He inquired

“Nothing, just came to talk to you” you answered

“With me? What about?”

“You”

“What do you mean?”

“Well” you sighed “I have something to tell you, and it’s kinda silly but I thought since we’re probably not seeing each other in person again or possibly in years, and I’m druuunk, that I would”

“Oh, fuck”

You laugh. 

“It’s worse for me, coach” 

When you got ready for this party, you got dressed for him, your cute short blue dress with silver jewelry, girly makeup. You’ve seen his wife, she’s adorable. You weren’t going to compete but you were going to show off just in case you could get him to notice you.

“Go on’ he said crossing his arms

“Pep, I’m glad I’ve had this opportunity to work with you over the past weeks. But I have to say that I found that you were not only a good coach, but also such a fun person to be around and I like you a lot”

“You make it sound like liking someone as a colleague is a bad thing”

“Because I’m saying that I have a crush on you, guapo”

He laughs while you frown like a little girl “How old are you again, Y/N?” he asked

“23” you shot back” “Well, my wife and I have been together 22 years, you know that?”

“I didn’t but I’m not asking you to marry me or anything,” you said while tucking your hair behind your ear “ I just wanted to tell you -- I just wanted you to know that I’m crazy about you and that maybe if you like me back, just a little bit, you should kiss me before we never see each other again” you finished saying while surprising yourself on how you got the cojones to tell him. “You are out of your mind. I could be your dad and you’re telling me all these things?” “I’m not a lil’ girl, and I don’t care that you’re older than me. I've been with older men before” “You’re drunk and you know what? Don’t go back to the party, just go back to your hotel room”

“but Pep–”

“I said go back to your hotel room, NOW” he said in a voice you had never heard from him. “Fuck” you muttered in frustration while you went back to the hotel to go straight to your room. Once in your bedroom, you calmed down. The adrenaline rush was gone and you realized what you had done. You couldn't do anything except cry, not out of rejection but out of complete embarrassment. You quietly drunk-cried until you fell asleep. 

When you wake up, your roommate was almost already packed.  Your head is throbbing. She said “I’m leaving for the lobby in 5 minutes, but I’ll see you there. Won’t leave until we say good-bye. Va bene?”

“Okay, Vale” you said while rubbing your eyes and went straight for the shower. After getting dressed, taking an aspirin for the hangover, and putting on some makeup, you went to organize your bags. You were trying to finish packing up when someone knocked on your door. You were wondering if your silly roommate left her card-key she needed for the checkout.

You open the door saying, “Did you leave you card-key, silly?”

And there he was, Pep Guardiola with a very serious look on his face.

“Oh, sorry, I thought you were Valentina” you said

“Can I come in to talk?” he asked

“Yea, sure but I’m finishing up packing” you quickly replied

You were scared shitless and embarrassed to see him again but also excited, wondering what exactly he wanted to say. You let him in, and go back to your bed to continue packing up your things.

“I just came to make sure you were okay because you were really drunk last night,” said Pep once in “and said some crazy things.”

“I’m okay, just have a nasty headache” you said while you finished putting the last piece of clothing away in your bag “and I wasn’t saying crazy things,” you turned to look at him “I was telling you the truth”.

If you learned anything from being with guys over 35 years old is that they appreciate directness and love confidence. And even if you were nervous right at that moment,you weren’t going to act like it. He was here, and that was a win. 

“Well, putting your inappropriate comments aside, I hope we can maintain a professional relationship and I wish you the best. I’ll see you in the lobby” he said

“No” you said

“No, What?” 

“ You didn’t come down to my room just to say this little line, Did you?I call bullshit. You could’ve said those exact same words in the lobby or anywhere else but my room”

“ Are you accusing me of something?”

“ I’m accusing you of being intrigued,” you said while getting closer and pressing your fingers on his light training jacket “ I’m saying, maybe you like me”

“You have a lot of nerve”

“Then why haven’t you said no, Pep?”

“No to what?”

You grin and let out a chuckle, he is playing dumb and you know it, he’s into this. You take one more step forward so that’s no space between you two while he stares at you like he wants to kill you for tempting him.

 “To me” you pull his jacket toward you and press your lips against his. He wrapped his hands around your arms with little strength to push you back but his hands melted there and his lips kissed you back. You pull back a bit to get your hands on his face to cup his cheeks and kiss him again with your mouth a bit open to fit his upper lip in between yours. He started to kiss you back with his mouth open as he pulled you towards him while holding your waist, he slipped his tongue into your mouth and you met his with yours. You placed your hands on his shoulder as the kiss became more intense, you could hear his agitated breathing. You wanted him. You weren’t sure how far you could take it as people were waiting for you both but you didn’t care. You pulled slightly away from his mouth, took his hands, and guided him down your ass, “Touch me, please”, he just stared at you, pupils dilated, and did as you said. You kissed his olive-tone neck as he fondled your ass. You went for his mouth again and your hands went down his torso to explore his pants. Your hands found his hard member and rubbed on top of it through his clothes. He groaned into your mouth while your tongue danced with his. You wanted him to feel how much you wanted him, so you parted from the kiss, pulled the elastic from your joggers and panties out to make space for his hand, and with your other hand pulled his hand into your in-between “Feel me” you instructed. He rubbed the folds of your wet core with his fingers while he bit his lips, drawing big circles around your core, it made you so excited you let out a small moan. “How are you this wet? He asked while looking at your moany mouth.“I told you before, I like you, a lot. I want you” you said in a breathless voice as you kissed his chin and neck.

He took this hand out of under your clothes and backed up with a concerned look on his face “We can’t do this”

“Why not? You’re here, aren’t you?” you said while reaching for his arm “you aren’t going to leave me high and dry, are you? You asked in a whiny voice and a pout, but internally you were getting ready to be rejected because you had seen doubt in his expression.

“This is a line I’m not ready to cross, dear” he as he crosses his arms across his chest “I have a family, y/n, I’ve lost control as it is”

“I’m glad you did, though”

“I’m sure” he sighs “I’m going to go the lobby before I do anything else that I will regret”

“Can I have one more, please?”

“One more?”

“Kiss”

He came over to you, held your face, and placed a soft kiss on top of your lips. You smiled with your eyes closed and whispered “Thank you”

He let out a small incredilous chuckle “You’re cute” he let go of you and said with intensity that defines him “but this ends here. We’re not going to talk about this, you’re not going to contact me. This is something that’s not happening again. Understood?”

“Yes, coach” you replied, because even though you wanted  to challenge him you know he was serious and you should leave it.

“Good luck with everything” he said as he turned around towards the door

“Hey, Guardiola”

“What?

“Smell your fingers” you said while giggling

“Fuck you” he said with a chuckle

He closed the door behind him and you did a little dance in your room and giggled. You let your body slam into the bed. You sighed and touched your lips trying to trace where he had just kissed you. You couldn’t believe it. You actually kissed him, you touched him and he touched you. He was the oldest man you ever had kiss, but probably the most intense of them all. You were warm and fuzzy. How did you pull this off? You thought to yourself.

Valentina gave you a hug near the entrance of the hotel lobby “You took forever! I almost left without saying good-bye”

“I know, sorry! Had to reorganize my bag because I couldn’t close it, and my backpack was full too! But keep in touch and best of luck in Roma, maybe I can visit you sometime”

“Good luck to you too. And text me, you bitch”

“I swear I will” you said and laughed. 

You look around to see if you could see him one more time before you leave for the one week you have left to actually go on vacation before pre-season starts. You did see him, he was saying goodbye to some of the coaching staff, you stared for a lil’ too long and he noticed and looked back. You mouthed off a “bye” and waved. He waved in your direction and immediately kept talking to the people around him. You sighed and left for the airport.

A month into your pre-season with Villareal you were still thinking about Pep and often. You never tried to contact him, but you thought of all the things you would say if you could see him again, you thought about the hotel and the way he kissed you. You had done well during the pre-season, you were disciplined, and were always in the starting eleven. Outside the pitch, you weren’t being too crazy, you only acted out during your one-week vacation in San Sebastian, where you made out with a divorced 30-year-old guy you met at a tapas bar and ended up bar hopping with him. You were chasing the feeling that kissing Pep gave you but it wasn’t even close. Your phone vibrated and you got a notification from a phone you didn’t recognize, it was really late but you weren't sleepy and watching a series.

 

You included a picture from your personal trainer's gym you had taken that week. You didn't care if it seemed you were trying hard. You were always going to shoot your shot. He heart-reacted to it but didn't text back. You knew then; he's thinking about you too, even if he's too afraid to admit it. That made you happy.

[guardioland]

101 ways to use a cane - Pep Guardiola/Reader Smut

pep guardiola university prof AU - remember how he said he wanted to be a uni prof of history

warnings : some pretty rough sexual content again | inappropriate use of a cane | teacher-student

Shuffling my feet, I grabbed on to the multitude of books that I have, hurriedly walking to my next lecture session. Glancing down while I walked, i unknowingly passed a lecturer of my university and as I was in hurry, simply said a mere “hello” as I was passing.

“You, come back” I heard a low voice with a thick spanish accent as a sense of fear travelled down my spine. I stopped in my tracks, looked up and immediately uttered mental curses in my mind. The man in front of me was none other than Professor Pep Guardiola. Wearing his typical black turtleneck, black dress pants and a pair of expensive looking shoes, Professor Guardiola’s death glare bore into mine. “that’s not the way you greet people” . Many thoughts flooded my mind as I started recalling many of the lectures I’ve had with him. Professor Guardiola was not only one of the strictest lecturers in the University, but also one of the most attractive. He had the most piercing of eyes, well defined cheekbones, a great body shape that accentuates whatever clothes he chooses to wear as well as a thick beard. Only god knows how many nights I’ve spent fantasising of how it will feel….

“You never learn do you?” His deep voice snapped me out of my own thoughts. I couldn’t help but shiver as both fear and arousal filled me swiftly.

“In my office now, im going to teach you a lesson” His voice dropped by an octave as he beckons for me to follow him into his office. I was in fucking deep shit, expecting the worse. Professor Guardiola had a thing for manners and never seemed to stop picking on my words, tone etc and I never seemed to know why. I walked in front of him, eyes glancing down at my own feet, not daring to look up or say a thing. Thoughts began filling my mind, thoughts about him. From the first day I saw the man, I thought he looked glorious. Amazing features and well dressed all the time, he was like my wettest dreams on legs. Every single time he talked I couldn’t help but think about his accent and his voice and how it’ll sound whispering dirty nothings into my ears. The more I thought, the more turned on I was. The prospect of alone time in his office was doing things to me despite the fear of punishment. As I was engrossed in my own thoughts, Professor Guardiola pushed opened his office door, and when both us were in, he slammed the door and locked it.

He bore his gaze into mine and it was as if he could read my arousal. His eyes darkened within seconds, walked over and slammed me up against the wall. His lips sucked hard on my neck, branding my soft skin with a pinkish-red mark. Now I finally knew why he could never stop picking on me. His left hand was intertwined in my hair, tugging on it roughly while the other hand slides up my thigh and under my skirt. I gasp as i felt his fingers touching my undergarments, rubbing me through the cotton. I could feel my own pussy become moist and I was dead sure he could feel the wetness through my panties. I felt my knees give way but he held me upright and against the wall in his tight relentless grasp.

It wasn’t long before he pushed the most intimate layer of clothing off and enters one of his slim finger into me, making me bite down on my bottom lip, and grip onto his top even more tighter. “god, you’re so wet for me,” he groans onto my neck before licking a long wet stripe on it and claiming my lips in a bruising kiss. I kissed him back as best as I could manage with his finger moving in and out of me. I was in absolute bliss with fucking euphoria taking over my entire being. The way his fingers were pumping in and out of me made my body start to tremble as the squelching sounds filled the entire office. My hands trailed down his sides , reaching for his belt and unbuckling it nimbly. He let out a note of approval when my fingers brushed against the protruding bulge in his pants and i slid my hand into his underwear, wrapping my hand around his dick. Fuck, he’s fucking huge, I groaned mentally inside of me. My mouth goes dry instantaneously as my mind drifted to the prospect of that enormous dick inside me, thrusting into me over and over again.

My train of thoughts were broken as my catalan professor added another finger and moved them faster, his fingers curling a little to hit every spot pleasurable , making my breath quicken and my body tremble even more. I started to stroke him up and down on his shaft, trying my utter best to keep at the same pace as his fingers, my thumb swiping over the leaking head of his dick. I could feel the pre-cum leaking from his tip and I couldn’t help but bring my fingers to my own lips, tasting the saltiness of him before returning to stroke him even further. His whole body shivers and he growls primally against my lips before pulling away, withdrawing his fingers, grabbing me by the hand and yanking me over to his desk. I whined from the lack of contact and the rough contact of my hips with the office table was sure to cause bruising the next day.

But professor Guardiola didn’t seem to care. He shoves me onto his table, making me bend over the edge. He leaned over me, tugging my hair out of the way. “You need punishing for you disrespect”. He growled into my ears, each word laced with his own lust and desire.

He disappears for a second to return with a long sleek cane. I bit my lips as my eyes studied the wooden cane in detail. I was a little nervous but my nerves were greatly outweighed by the amount of arousal travelling through my veins. Professor Guardiola slid his hand up my ass, lifting up my skirt as he goes, before hooking his finger inside my underwear and pulling them down quickly. I gasped as I became exposed to the cool air in the surroundings causing me to swallow with a gulp. Sensing my trepidation, he started to give me a false sense of security as he caresses my ass gently, squeezing it and then brought me back down to earth with a rough slap. I jumped slightly at the smack, but all it did was made my pussy even wetter, and a gush of lust was sent through me.

“Tell me you’re sorry for not greeting with respect” Professor Guardiola stroked the cane up the back of my thighs and across my ass with no force, but the cold wood still made me flinch. I momentarily turned my head back and there he was, rolling up his sleeves. Seeing me turn back to look at him, he pushed my face down into the cool surface of the table, pressing my face down with force. “Did I say you can fucking move” He moved the cane towards my opening, threatening to penetrate me with it.

“I…I…I…” I couldn’t get the words out no matter how hard I tried. They were stuck in my cheeks as my whole body was too consumed with lust to even phrase a proper coherent sentence. There I was, at the Catalan man’s utmost mercy, in such a shameful position, yet I was so indescribably horny that I couldn’t even speak. He raised his arm, moving the cane away from my opening and spanks me hard with the cane in one swift motion. The sensation of the cane made my ass burn and cause me cry out.

“Tell me you’re sorry.” I opened your mouth but no words wanted to come out of it. He brought his cane down with another hit causing me to yelp in pain. Another pang of lust came together with the surge of pain that the cane caused. Tears started welling up in my eyes from mixture of pain my ass felt and from how sore and neglected my pussy felt.

“Tell me.” He no longer hit me with the cane, instead bringing the cane towards my drenched opening again. The sensations were driving me fucking insane as even the light touch of the cane’s tip on my sensitive clit made my hips jolt upwards, desperate for more long lasting contact. With one motion, he moved the cane in slightly, then withdrawing. Professor Guardiola was precise on his cane, touching my walls with the long wooden cane. I could feel the wetness in between my legs increase and arousal coursing faster through me “The sooner you say sorry, the sooner I’ll fuck you.” He removed the damp cane and slicked the wetness across my ass, bringing the cane down in three consecutive hits.

“I’m sorry for not greeting you properly! I swear ill never do it again, ill bow everytime I see you I swear, please professor please, just fuck me!” It all comes out in a rush, so quickly that I don’t even mean my apology. All I wanted was some reprise, some form of contact, some pleasure and some release.

“So everytime you see me what are you supposed to say” he smirked as he held his cane up, questioning me. He fucking knew what he was doing, purposefully dragging out this entire process, pushing me to the edge.

“good morning or afternoon professor guardiola, with a bow “ I whimpered that that seems to satisfy him thank god. He released the cane as it fell to the floor with a thud and he grabs me by the waist. He turned me over, making me sit on his desk. Soon enough, his lips were back on mine, tongue wrestling my lips apart. I kissed him with the same amount of need and desperation. Instinctively I reached down and grabbed hold of his dick, now rock hard, red and swollen. It was then I realised that he was just as horny as I am as I could almost feel his thick appendage pulsating within my hands. His fingers return to my opening and inserts them in hard multiple of times before withdrawing them and putting them in my mouth, making me taste myself.

“xuclar els sucs“ he demanded in catalan. He watched with his lips parted in an obscene manner as I complied and greedily sucked on his fingers, the taste of my own saltiness filling my mouth. Professor Guardiola’s eyes darkens even further, pulling my blouse open in one fierce tug. He parted my thighs as wide as he could on his desk and pushed my hand away from his dick. Without warning he plunges deep in. I was more than ready for him, head rolling back and i moan, the feeling of him filling me too good to bear. “Professor...” I gasped out with all the coherence I had left in me. He started to thrust, pulling back his hips before pushing it forward into mine such that I could feel his hipbones grinding against mine.

His head was cocked back for a second before he pulled my head up by my hair roughly and hissed “moan my name”

“Pep ...” my moans were getting increasingly breathy as my hand slipped on his desk, crumpling papers. He was relentless with his thrusting, slamming his dick further and further into me, hitting me in spots that sent waves of pleasure surging through my body

“call me your daddy ” he demanded with a low carnal growl

“ah daddy...” I was starting to lose control of my senses. His pace quickens and i gripped onto his shoulder harder. I stared at his bottom lip for a second before darting forward and bit it hard, pulling him closer to me. He moans into my mouth and bit your lip in retaliation, making me let go a cry of curses

Professor Guardiola picked me up and shoved me flat of the table, and plunged in without warning again. This time, the change in position makes his dick enter me deeper, hitting every area pleasurable. He grabbed a handful of my hair and with every ounce of his strength, growled inhumanely “moan my fucking full name you fucking dirty whore”

“Oh josep ... oh daddy .. oh sir” I cried as I looked at the undeniably sexy lecturer with his lips parted, his eyes alight with lust and his turtleneck crumpled. He abuses my sweet spot over and over and within seconds I was on my way to a point of no return.

“Oh god josep“ I moaned twice the volume as before, back arching off the desk and my thighs quivering under his hands. He pants and moans as my walls tighten around his cock, and it only takes a few more thrusts until he pulled out and came on my stomach, streams of hot, sticky cum landing on my skin, his eyes closed and breath uneven.

“Will you great me with respect now?”

I nodded weakly, still breathless

“Oh no you won’t. A dirty whore like you would not be respectful just to have my dick”

[you-see-something-strange-here]

do you think pep guardiola is aware that he’s in ted lasso fanfiction? or any other irl players? I’ve seen haaland, grealish, etc. pop up in fanfic and I’m so curious…do they know ?

[holdmyhopeinyourhands]

How about, Ederson having a seemingly harmless power like being able to see ghosts, or see the paranormal, in which he learned to live with and then a series of decisions later he's about to witness a grand scheme in which never did he imagine was possible

This is our chance. With the powers we have collected amongst us, there is no way Pep shall escape our wrath.

Ederson chewed on his half eaten sandwich slowly as he tried his damn best to ignore the three ghost lingering near him in the locker room. They weren’t making it easy though, and despite having a game coming up in the next couple of hours, the mancity keeper couldn’t for the life of him keep his concentration focused on that as a freaking murder plot was being planned not even a couple of feat away from him.

We will kill him. We will dissect him. And we will steal his soul for the devil. 

‘Well fuck,’ Ederson thought, as he chewed on the last bite of his sandwich slowly. ‘Maybe he shouldn’t have let things get this far.’

He had known a couple of crazy spirits had been planning to assault his manager for a couple of months now, but he hand’t thought it to be this serious, and besides, he always tried not to interfere too much in the realm of the supernatural. This however, this presented a problem.

If he didn’t do anything, well his manager was likely gonna die a gruesome death, but if he did. Ederson shuddered just thinking about it.

These creeps would probably hunt him for the rest of his natural born life.

So what to do. 

We shall feast on his intestines and we shall bath in his blood.

Sighing in exhaustion, the goalkeeper for the premier league champions put on his boots and jogged out of the locker room. 

He really didn’t want to interfere, but if he didn’t-

“Hey Kevin,” he called out, slapping the redhead next to him with his gloved fist. Kevin looked up, a questioning expression marring his face. “If you knew Pep was gonna die a really terrible, ugly, stomach-churning death soon, and you could do something about it, but if you did whatever was going to kill him would end up hunting you for the rest of your miserable little life, would you do it?” 

KDB blinked at his slowly. Mouth slightly agape and eyebrows furrowed across his forehead. “Depends,” he said finally. “Does he bench you?”

Ederson shook his head.

His friend shrugged at that. “Then there you go.”

“.....”

“So I should potentially risk my future sanity and mind, because my boss doesn’t put me on a time out?”

“Basically.”

Ederson frowned in thought. “You make a good point.”

“Glad I could help.”

And then we shall hunt down his children, and his children’s children and their children and-

“I’ll see you tomorrow Kev,” he said turning back around in the direction of the locker room. “I’ve got something to take care of right now.”

“Sure man, just don’t miss the game or Pep will definitely bench you.”

End

-So anon. I don’t think either you or me thought the fic would go in this direction, but alas it did and I’m not sorry about it. A reluctant spirit hunter Ederson is something I never knew I needed. Hope you like it too!

[possessedbyforcesunknown]

This season has got me messed up so badly that I even wrote fanfiction.

It’s Only Pain by liamozes

The evolution of a relationship.

"What has perhaps been most interesting about the managerial tactical battle which has now raged across two countries, albeit beneath an umbrella of congenial civility, is that Klopp and Guardiola have changed each other."

[footballerimaginess]

Manager’s Daughter

BEN BEN BEN Maybe one wereee she is the daughter of Pep G and she at the game of City against Leceister and meets him annddddd love with first sight 🤷‍♀️😍 Word Count: 592 A/N - Changed this up a little as he obviously doesn’t play for Leicester anymore, this is an old request sorry. x  You were sitting up in the stands, watching Chelsea vs Manchester City. Your father being Pep Guardiola he always wanted you to come and support him whenever you got the chance too. For some reason he was desperate for you to come and visit him. But you had to wait until after the game as you didn’t want to distract him before hand.  As the game started, you heard somebody beside you say excuse me. As you moved your legs in, you glanced up from your phone and let him move along past you. Not realising that there was way more people than you were expecting.  “Hey, can I just squeeze past you? Sorry” The man excused himself past you. “Sorry” you mumbled as you didn’t hear him the first time. You smiled as you glanced up at him, meeting the boy’s blue eyes.  Nervously laughing as you didn’t want to feel anymore awkward than you already did.  He sat down beside you. You kept looking at him slightly, without making sure you weren’t looking directly at him.  “Who is she?” Ben asked Mason who was missing out on the game through picking up an injury.  “No idea, how am I supposed to know? Why don’t you ask her if you are that bothered” Mason laughed as Ben nodded and moved seats.  “Hi, mind if I sit here?” Ben asked as he moved closer towards you. “Hi, no its fine” you smiled up at him. “You come here often?” Ben mumbled. You nodded. “When I can, dad usually wants me to come with him.” you laughed.  Ben smiled. “Oh right. I’m out injured, can’t play today” you nodded. “Oh shit, that’s not good. Hope you get better and play soon” you smiled at him. “Thanks, should be fine soon” You looked and glanced over at Mason as you heard him sniggering. “Great chat” you laughed.  “Sorry” He mumbled. “Nah it is cool, I am not great with chat either” you smirked.  You were still quite nervous about speaking to him. “I didn’t introduce myself, sorry I am Ben” he flashed a smile at you. “I am y/n” you smiled.  “I am Mason” Mason waved at you. “Oh hi” you laughed. “Sorry about my friend here, he doesn’t exactly know how to speak to someone of the opposite sex” you blushed as Ben rolled his eyes as he scoffed.  “Ignore him. Just get a little nervous you know” Ben nervously replied. “It is fine babe” you responded as Man City scored a goal.  “Great goal” the boys involved in a chat as you weren’t really that interested in the game.  The 90 minutes were over and the game ended in a 3-2 win for Manchester City. “Ahh that was a shame, you coming downstairs with us?” Ben asked you. “Yeah I’ve just got to see someone” you said.  “Maybe we can maybe, hmm. Swap numbers” Ben nervously replied. “Oh yeah of course” you replied as you gave him your number as he punched it into his phone. “Thank you, lovely to meet you y/n” he kissed your cheek gently.  You headed downstairs to go and see Dad. “Hello” you smiled as you greeted your dad in the biggest cuddle. “Good win” you smiled at him. “Aww thank you darling”  “Ahh shit Ben, she is Pep’s daughter. Risky move that one” Mason whispered. “Why? Not everything in life is a risky bro. I guess that is a risk worth taking” Ben smirked as you turned around and waved to them both without Pep noticing.  Part 2 anyone? Taglist: @footballffbarbiex @evie-pr @football-and-fanfics​ @nicolobarella @donkeykai @meteora-fc @sanchos-dream @footballxixstars​ @glam-khal​

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[chileanfangirl]

Did I just read a José Mourinho/ Pep Guardiola enemies to lovers fanfic?

Yes.

Did I enjoy it?

Probably.

Will I regret?

No.

[luchorgasm]

FINALLY THE SEQUEL TO

WHEN I RULED THE WORLD

IS HERE.

Feel free to read if you want.

Summary:

“It’s good to be home.” That’s what Pep would have said.

He would be happy.

The calming cool to his right would smile in acceptance while the soothing heat to his left would make a sound of confirmation.

“It’s good to be here.” That’s what he would have added.

There he would be with the man he couldn’t ever be without to his right and the man he couldn’t ever leave to his left.

All of them in a place he couldn’t forget.