#phil foden smuts

[jdbellingham]

The Deal (Part One - “I’ve never seen you look so sexy”)

a 10 Things I Hate About You inspired series featuring Jude Bellingham

pairing: jude bellingham(patrick verona) x reader(kat stratford)

summary: a new student arrives at Birmingham City Football Club Academy (BCFCA), Cameron Thomas, who sets his sights on y/n’s sister Caroline. unfortunately for him, Caroline cannot date until her so called “heinous bitch” of sister does. he sets out to do everything he can in order for that to happen, even if that means convincing the academy’s most well known player—Jude Bellingham.

note: here it is as promised. I hope this isn’t too boring

word count: 3k

warnings: sexual jokes (I don’t remember what I wrote), underwhelming lol

“How you doing?” Eric greeted as he approached Jude, who was sweating profusely from the practice he had just left.

Jude stared blankly at him, then turned to his teammates, giving them a look that said “Why the hell is he talking to me.”

Eric, used to being treated like the popular boy he was, felt slightly taken aback by the cold shoulder treatment; yet he managed to continue.

“I just bought a new lighter,” Eric said, trying to start a conversation while also taking a dig at the fact Jude was known for lighting the lawn of a school he had lost a match to in year 10.

“Do I know you?” Jude asked, bringing his water bottle to his lips and taking a long sip.

Eric stopped beating around the bush and began explaining, “You see that girl over there?”

Jude put down his bottle and looked over to where Eric was pointing before responding with a “Yeah,” his voice laden with indifference.

“That’s Y/n L/n,” Eric explained, and Jude gave him a look.

“She’s on my team you idiot,” Jude told him, Eric’s face immediately reddening.

“Right, sorry I forgot she was on Birmingham FC’s EFL team,” Eric reached for the back of his neck before he continued, “I want you to go out with her,”

Jude laughed, incredulous of how a boy he didn’t even know could walk up to him and order him around like that. He pondered for a moment if he should simply walk away and leave the conversation behind, but some small part of him was intrigued by what Eric had to say.

“Yeah, sure,” Jude responded sarcastically, shaking his head while his teammates howled with laughter.

“Look, I can’t take out her sister until Y/n starts dating,” Eric added, “You see, their dad is whacked out, he’s got this rule where his girls-

“That’s a touching story, really is. But it’s not my problem,” Jude cut him off before he could go into more detail, and began packing up his kit.

Nonetheless, Eric remained confident, “Would you be willing to make it your problem if I offered you some generous compensation?”

Jude paused, his eyes shifting back to Eric before he scoffed.

“You’re going to pay me to go out with some bird?” Jude raised his brows, before taking off his practice jersey and slinging it around his neck.

Eric hummed in agreement then Jude chuckled, his head dropping down to face the ground as he stuck his tongue into the side of the cheek.

Jude looked up again before asking “How much?”

He knew he didn’t need the money but what harm could it do? It wasn’t as if Y/n would actually let him take her on a date.

“20 euros,” Eric responded, and Jude scrunched his brows. That wasn’t worth his while.

“No shot,” Jude frowned, “That doesn’t even cover the cost of taking her to the movies,”

“Fine, 30,” Eric countered, crossing his arms.

“75, take it or leave it,” Jude’s voice flattened, he wasn’t going to waste his time doing this if it was for nothing.

“50,” Eric pushed, growing annoyed.

“100,” Jude countered, staring directly into his eyes.

“75,” Eric groaned, exasperation seeping into his voice, handing over the bills.

“Okay, deal,” Jude looked away from Eric and over to where Y/n was practicing her corner goals. She started from the lower left corner of the pitch and her foot lifted to the bottom of the ball, hitting it at the perfect angle and sending it smoothly into the upper right corner of the goal. He had always known that Y/n was good but he never said anything to her, knowing anything he said wouldn’t matter. They worked together smoothly without the unnecessary communication and chit chat, mutually understanding each other's style of play. They became nearly untouchable when put on the pitch together, Jude set her up for goals, getting the ball to her when he could, and Y/n would indefinitely score. And when Y/n was midfielder and Jude was center forward, they would still do the same thing, their roles simply switched. Jude wondered if their bond while playing would be affected by this stupid deal, but he had already started towards her so he wasn’t going to back out now.

“Hi there,” Jude greeted, and Y/n looked him up and down. Her eyes lingered a split second longer on his bare abdomen, which didn’t go unnoticed.

“Move,” She ordered, looking away and focusing on the ball. Y/n took a moment to consider the alternate path of sending it into Jude’s crotch just for kicks, but decided against it, remembering the consequences of the last time she’d aimed for a males privates.

“What are you doing?” Jude asked, despite the fact he already knew.

Y/n didn’t respond, instead opting to make another corner kick.

“You already know that, what do you want,” She crossed her arms as the ball swished into the net of the goal.

“That’s certainly a way to get a guys attention,” Jude ignored her previous statement, his eyes focused on the ball she had once again managed to kick into the goal.

“Ah yes, my mission in life. Getting the attention of males,” Y/n agreed, before continuing, “And obviously it worked, seeing as you’re here,”

“The world makes sense again,” She plastered on a phony smile, walking over to get the ball. Jude laughing behind her as he followed, staying within her proximity as she went back to the bleachers to her kit.

“Pick you up on Friday then?” Jude asked, and Y/n responded without missing a beat.

“Oh right, Friday, uhuh,” She nodded, downing a gulp of water before she reached down to the hem of her jersey, pulling it above her head to reveal her sports bra which was damp with sweat. In her mind she wished she had just kicked the ball into Jude’s.

“I’ll take you places you’ve never seen before,” Jude’s brows went up and down and he stared at her back as she bent over to unlace her shoes. He was beginning to enjoy the banter, it was a nice change of pace from the silence broken by an occasional “nice”, “you did well”, or “good job” they usually shared.

“Oh? Like the theatre 4 miles away on Grant?” Y/n asked, unimpressed. She stood straight again, pulling off the light blue pre-wrap on her forehead.

“Do you even know what number I am?” Y/n questioned, eyeing Jude when she put her jersey into her kit.

“12,” Jude answered easily, “I know a lot more than you think,”

“Doubtful, very doubtful,” Y/n laughed, picking up her bag and walking away. For some strange reason, the refusal left Jude only more encouraged.

From a discreet spot in the bleachers, Cameron and Marcus watched the exchange and groaned.

“We are screwed,” Cameron whined, his hopes of dating Caroline felt like they’d be dashed.

“Hey I don’t want to hear that defeatist attitude,” Marcus demanded.

“We are screwed!” Cameron exclaimed, and Marcus nodded in approval.

“Better,”

Cameron had gone through the effort of becoming the practice partner of Caroline, Y/n’s sister, and talked to her only to find out that she could only date if Y/n did. Then he had managed to get the academy’s most affluent player to approach Jude (more like inceptioned him to), knowing he wouldn’t listen to Cameron himself—only for Jude to fail. If this didn’t work he had no other options left.

“If Jude can’t do this himself we need to help him,” Cameron finally spoke, looking to Marcus who hummed in agreement.

Cameron knew that Y/n was difficult, when he had spoken to Caroline she had explained that Y/n used to be popular, but at the end of year 11 something had flipped. It was like she was sick of it or something, and she began dedicating all her time to football. It paid off, she was one of the best strikers in the league, the men’s league she had somehow gotten into. She was so good that Birmingham Academy decided to put her on their EFL team, but of course it came with the price of her becoming a heinous bitch (Marcus’s words not Cameron’s).

˚ ✧ ˚

The next day Jude found Y/n on the football pitch during the free period they happened to share, and sat by her school bag watching as she did passing drills around a set of bright orange cones.

It was normal to see her at the pitch during the middle of the day, she was known for practicing every possible moment.

When she finally finished up and went to grab her water, she saw him staring at her.

“Nice passes,” Jude complimented before she could let out the string of complaints she probably had waiting to be let out. “You’re quick on your feet,”

“Are you following me?” Y/n scoffed, grabbing her water that was situated next to Jude.

“I was going to get my jacket, and saw you were practicing. I decided to come say hi,” Jude shrugged, feigning disinterest.

“Hi,” Y/n replied, obviously glaring at Jude.

“Not a talker, huh?” Jude remarked watching as Y/n began changing. She didn’t quite care that he was there, letting him watch as she switched her athletic shirt for a tank top. However he averted his gaze when Y/n switched her soccer shorts for denim ones.

“Depends on the topic,” She replied, “Passing drills don’t exactly whip me into a verbal frenzy,”

“You’re not afraid of me are you,” Jude said, half a question half a statement.

“Why would I be afraid of you,” Y/n laughed, folding her clothes and putting them into her bag.

“According to popular belief, I lit a school on fire because I was a sore loser. So most people are,” Jude replied, standing up.

“Well I’m not,” Y/n responded, slinging the bag over her shoulders. She noticed how Jude had purposefully shifted to block her from exiting the field.

“Well maybe you’re not afraid me but I’m sure you’ve thought about me naked,” Jude suggested smiling coyly.

“Am I that transparent?” Y/n asked, acting shocked. “I want you, I need you, oh baby, oh baby,” She groaned while rolling her eyes, and Jude found his smile growing wider, his laugh genuine.

Y/n pushed past him and out of the football pitch, and Jude let her. He stared as she walked away, realizing that he had grown a liking to her. When she was finally out of sight he shook his head, wondering how on earth he had managed to start fancying the most out of control girl he had ever met.

˚ ✧ ˚

“We know what you’re trying to do with Y/n L/n,” Cameron said over the loud commotion of the craft room, Marcus nudging him forward.

“Yeah? What are you going to do about it?” Jude replied unfazed, continuing to saw away at a piece of wood.

“We want to help,” Cameron replied, and Jude’s eyes didn’t budge from the wood.

“And why is that?” Jude inquired, finally giving the pair a glance.

“The deal is that my friend here has a major jones for Caroline L/n,” Marcus paused, waiting for Jude to say something.

“What is it with that girl?” Jude muttered, it seemed as if everyone wanted a piece of her.

“I uh, I think I speak correctly when I say Cameron’s love is pure, purer than let’s say Eric’s,” Marcus continued, to which Jude answered.

“Look I’m in this for the cash, Eric can plow whoever he wants,”

“Okay there will be no plowing,” Cameron interjected, getting heated. Jude sniggered under his breath at the year 12 boy.

“Jude, let me clear one thing up—we set this whole thing up so Cameron, yeah Cameron, could get Caroline. Eric’s just a pawn,” Marcus elaborated.

“So you’re going to help me tame the wild beast?” Jude quirked a brow, and glanced over at the duo again.

“Absolutely. We’ll do research, find out what she likes and get back to you. We’re your guys,” Marcus smiled, grabbing Cameron’s shoulder who added:

“In a strictly non group of arsonist buddies type of way,”

Jude stared at Cameron, not sure whether to laugh or punch him.

“Uh, sorry. Now, Friday night Bogey Lowenstein is having a party. Perfect opportunity,” Marcus shifted the conversation before Jude could react.

“Perfect opportunity for what?” Jude asked, his full attention now on Marcus.

“For you to take out Y/n,” Marcus gave a doubtful look.

“I’ll think about it,” Jude replied, though he had already made up his mind.

˚ ✧ ˚

Marcus and Cameron arrived at the locker room Jude had told them too, Cameron having just snooped through Y/n’s dorm with the help of Caroline.

Jude arrived shortly thereafter, out of breath from running there after his practice ended.

“So what have you got for me?” Jude asked, his hands at his sides, chest going up and down as he panted.

“A little insight into a very complicated girl,” Cameron replied, crossing his arms and leaning into a locker.

“All right, first thing. Y/n hates chapped lips,” Cameron cleared his throat, looking at Jude’s lips which were thoroughly dry.

“So you’re telling me I use chapstick,” Jude raised his brows, subconsciously licking his lips.

“Yes, well—just for now,” Marcus explained.

“And um, here’s another problem, Caroline says Y/n likes pretty guys,” Cameron added, looking from Marcus back to Jude.

Jude stared blankly at the two for a few moments before saying “Are you telling me I’m not a pretty guy?”

“He’s very pretty!” Marcus immediately countered, and Cameron followed with a “Yeah yeah I just wasn’t sure—I didn’t know,” the pair of them playing it off.

Jude visibly relaxed, and Cameron took it as a sign for him to continue. “Alright, uh yeah, okay here’s this,” Cameron reached into his back pocket and pulled out a list.

“Likes: Thai food, feminist prose, and angry girl music of the indie rock persuasion. Here’s a list of CDs she has in her dorm,” Cameron handed the list over.

“So I’m supposed to buy her some noodles and a book and sit around listening to girls who can’t play their instruments right?” Jude remarked sardonically.

“Have you ever been to Club Skunk? Her favorite band is playing there tomorrow night,” Marcus answered, and Jude’s face paled.

“I cannot be caught at Club Skunk, alright?” Jude pursed his lips into a thin line.

“But she’ll be there, she’s got tickets,” Cameron pushed back.

“Assail your ears for one night,” Marcus joined in, and Jude caved.

Dear lord what had he gotten himself into.

˚ ✧ ˚

Jude arrived at Club Skunk, not quite believing that he was spending his evening at a club full of girls. He pushed his way through the crowd, the music growing louder the further he got into the club.

Eventually he spotted Y/n, who was dancing in a black spaghetti strapped satin dress. He smiled at the sight, and stared as Y/n began laughing with a friend.

He found himself fixated on her, this was a side of Y/n he had never once seen revealed before. And he liked it.

His dark doe eyes filled with adoration as Y/n smiled brightly and cheered when the song changed, before he came to his senses and went to the bar, knowing she would eventually come there.

“Bellingham! What are you doing here tonight?” Huxley, the bartender, greeted. He knew Jude and his mates from his days at the local pub.

“Oh you know, just here for the girl,” Bellingham grinned, then asked for water.

A good few minutes later, Y/n came up to the bar, asking Huxley for 2 waters. As she stood there waiting she glanced to the side, noticing Jude sitting at a stool, inconspicuously staring at the band on stage.

She immediately frowned, and after paying for the drinks she approached him.

“If you’re planning on asking me out again you might as well get it over with,” She said loudly, barely audible over the noise of the club.

“Do you mind? You’re kind of ruining this for me,” Jude said right as she finished talking, and Y/n raised her eyebrows in disbelief.

“Your lips aren’t as chapped as they usually are,” Y/n noticed, changing the subject.

“I know, I started using chapstick, it was about time I got a tube,” Jude replied, continuing to act nonchalant when he knew he was an imposter in this club.

“You think?” Y/n laughed, her eyes focused on Jude’s mouth.

“You know these guys are no Bikini Kill or the Raincoats,” Jude remarked, bringing up other musicians he knew Y/n liked, adding “But they’re not bad,” before he stood up and started walking away.

Y/n’s smile stuck to her face, but it was a puzzled one, she stood fixated to her spot for a second before she ran to catch up to Jude.

“You know who the Raincoats are?” She demanded, her eyes squinted in puzzlement.

“Why, don’t you?” Jude shot back, pretending as if it was the most obvious thing in the world for him to know who they were.

A series of fed up expressions crossed Y/n’s face, and Jude proceeded to keep talking as the song currently played ended.

“You know I was watching you out there,” Jude commented, his voice straining to be heard over the music, “I’ve never seen you look so sexy,” The second part came out just as the song finished, and the whole club heard and began laughing.

Y/n let out a chuckle, beaming at Jude. Jude’s head leaned low, and for a moment it seemed like he was about to kiss her before he pulled his head a bit back.

“Come to Bogey’s party with me,” Jude suggested, and Y/n moved her head from side to side.

“You never give up, do you?”

“Was that a yes?” Jude asked, voice loud again as a new band started playing.

“No,” Y/n shouted, walking away.

“Was that a no?” Jude yelled after her, keeping his gaze focused on her as she disappeared into the crowd.

“No!” Y/n replied, and Jude’s lips pulled upward into the largest smile he’d ever had.

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[siriusly-parker]

girlies… where are the football player’s fanfics?? c’mon this is the World Cup ✋😩 plz feed me some

[mchlgayser]

hi lovely! do you write for erling haaland? If yes, can you write anything fluffy (maybe even smutty) about him and pregnant reader? 💗

𓂃⭑ᜊ: NINE MONTHS ft erling haaland

𓂃⭑ᜊ an: HELLO LOVE! This is my first time writing for haaland so I hope it was okay xx. But as I inform on my pinned post, I don't do smut, that is due to a lack of experience(?) and not comfortable. So sorry but hope you enjoy this ૮₍⑅˶•▿•˶⑅₎ა

𓂃⭑ᜊ content warning: none

The rain pit-pattering against the window, the lighting strikes illuminating the starless night, thunders rumbling creating sounds inside the empty and cold house. You sat on the one-sitter couch near the balcony window reading a book, Behind Closed Door by Miriam Halahmy.

One hand, you're holding onto the book whilst your other hand is on your bump, caressing it gently. Halfway through the book, your eyelids grow heavier, feeling yourself craving for a deep sleep, perhaps a short wink. You put the book down adjust yourself on the couch, and drape the blanket over your figure to minimize the cold you are having.

Haaland on the other hand is already on his way home, the shotgun sit is full of a bunch of different snacks, chips, and chocolates. His car made its way inside your residence's car porch and he made his way out, bringing bags of sweets as he run over the heavy rainfall. He puts the bags down searching for his home keys.

He unlocked the door and immediately put the stuff on the kitchen island top, he walk all over the first floor looking for you but you are nowhere in sight. He treads his way upstairs to the second floor living room and found you near the balcony, sleeping.

Your head slumps against the headrest uncomfortably, your two hands guarding your bump, he walks closer, realizing that your body is shuddering in cold because of the blanket only made half way through you.

'Hey.' He started out to wake you up but you did't moved, your snoring only gets a bit louder making him almost laugh but he holds it back not to startle your sleeping form so he gently picks you up, one hand over your neck and the other at the back of your knees. He cradles you to bed and tucked you in

'I love you.' He confesses, bringing his face closer to peck the tip of your nose, Haaland offed from the bed to shower but you held his wrist 'Where are you going?' You slur out, one eye open to gaze at him before closing it back 'To shower love, I'll be back yeah?' You let a frown, and pout deepen 'Don't need to. Sleep now!' You please with two for eyes, he gently pulled your hand off and tucked it in back inside the duvet 'Gonna be back, right?' He began treading but stops abruptly when he heard a sniffle, he flinches head turning back to your figure, your arm covering your eyes as you cry, you take the near plushie and throw it to him 'I hate you! You won't coddle me anymore because of my bump!' You assumed, crying louder.

Haaland feels both bad and funny to see you cry over the smallest thing, he knows it's the pregnancy effect, you didn't mean it so he didn't partially feel bad but amused. He walks closer to you scooping you up and placing you on his lap 'Come on, you know I love your bump, it's cute. I wanted to shower because I feel sweaty, I stink you know?' You take him by the neck to pull you closer 'You are not! Just sleep with me! Kai needs you!' You accused the baby in your belly, it was a name you came up with for the baby but wasn't his real name, just a temporary name.

He finally let an amusing laugh, cradling your structure close to his broad chest and smiling 'Alright love, let's get to bed. Kai needs it don't you think?' You hum, still not letting go.

He put you on your side of bed whilst he goes to his, arms over your waist and hip 'Sleep yeah?' You bopped, he kiss the top of your head, one hand bringing up to stroke your hair gently while the other use to soothe you to sleep.

[gav1whore9]

NEW GAVI SMUTT

You’ve probably been wondering what happened if I will continue writing or not but here I am with good news I will continue writing. I just had to take some alone time and think about everything and I get people saying stuff like I’m disrespectful towards gavi and I just wanna say my writing is not meant to disrespect people but most of the people on tumbler are writing smut and there’s also a lot pedri and Jude smut and those writers don’t get hate.

So if you’re not comfortable with my writing or don’t like it just scroll and don’t read it and don’t report it since I put a lot of my time and work in it and there also other people that like it

So this is a gavi smut for all my supporters and also all my aDuLt hater’s 🫶🏻. Enjoy 💕🧚🏼‍♂️

WARNING: smut

Me and Gavi were invited to a dinner party made by the headquaters of FC Barcelona. It was in a vast building covered in windows. He held my hand tightly as we stepped into the party. Pedri leads us through the crowds until we find the room for our dinner. It's beautiful. Golden embroids printed onto the ceilings and old pictures of fc barcelona from when Xavi used to Play.

Me and Gavi sit next to each other as the food sets on to the table. "Are you okay? Do you need anything?" Gavi asks me as he tucks a hair behind my ear. "I'm okay." I respond back with a smile. The servers place strips of the chicken, potatoes and veggies on to my plate as they do the same to others. I start to eat the food as I feel a hand linger across my thighs, it's from my right. Gavi.

A smirk grows on his face as he starts to travel inside my dress around my clit. I gasp when he circles his fingers lightly and continues to eat his food. Pedri glances at me confused and asks me if I'm okay, I nod and keep a smile on my face. Fuck. Gavi was slowly plunging one finger at a time into me.

My core was becoming weak as each thrust was rough. Sweat follows acorss my forehead head on to the rest of my face, my whole body was heating up. He was teasing me. "Do you like this?" he says whispering into my ear as he begins to open my clit wider. I whimper. "Y-yes." his breath heatens up my ear. "Good, I want you to scream." I breath heavily as his fingers circle on to my thighs.

"Theirs people around, we can't," I say, "it'll be embarrassing." he squeezes my thighs and takes a deep breath. “ since when do you care about what other people think," Gavi groans, "I want you to scream." his fingers are deep into my skin, my throat getting dry from all my heavy breathing.

"Come on, be a good girl." he says as he plunges into me again even harder than before. I gasp loudly and hold a hand over my mouth. Faces stare at me in confusion and disgust. "Shit- Sorry, I accidentally bit my tongue," I cough up, "carry on, please." Gavi chuckles

[vickwrites]

One with Phil where he he comes home after winning a game and things get a little spicey till they're interrupted by their son.

Winner - Phil Foden

Phil had won his first match after the World Cup and you were definitely gonna celebrate. You put your son to bed early and got to work. You put on the blue lingerie with his number embroidered in it, you had brought with you and went to show Phil. "I'm so proud of you babe." Looking at you was enough for Phil to get you into bed and get between your thighs.

You were so entranced with what Phil was doing you didn't even noticed you son come in until you heard sniffles. You tapped Phil's head so hard he came up to see what was happening in seconds. "Oh shit, what's wrong baby boy?" Phil tried to hide you as much as he would under the covers. "I had a nightmare." Phil got out of bed and took your son back to his bed after he tossed you a shirt.

When Phil came back to the room, one look was enough to start laughing. "Don't laugh, I was about to about to make you cum." Phil threw a pillow at you. "If you think you're gonna finish that, you are very wrong." Phil groaned when he saw you already with shorts and one of his shirts on. "I'll finish my price in the morning."

[timmyholland]

Ruben Dias & Jasmin Alvarez !

Jack Grealish & Maximo Perrone !

Jasmin Alvarez & Erling Haaland are dating !

Wattpad !

Fanfic: "DULZURA | ERLING HAALAND"

User: @Noe-Stylers

[hendolish]

heyyy one idea for foden/bellingham 🤠🤠🤠

a smut one after an england loss and foden is so stressful, sad and angry, so bellingham helps him to relax and even do a little aftercare (🥺)

jude bellingham/phil foden - after the whistle ♡

In the dimly lit changing rooms, the weight of defeat hangs heavy in the air. Phil sits slumped on the bench, his expression a mix of frustration and disappointment. Jude, noticing his teammate's distress, approaches him quietly.

"Hey," Jude says softly, his voice gentle in the sombre atmosphere.

Phil looks up, his eyes tired and weary. "Hey, Jude," he replies, managing a faint smile.

Jude moves closer, sensing Phil's need for comfort. Without a word, he wraps his arms around Phil in a warm embrace. Phil stiffens at first, surprised by the sudden contact, but then he relaxes into Jude's embrace, allowing himself to be held.

They sit there in silence, the only sound the faint echo of footsteps fading away as their teammates leave the changing rooms one by one. Phil buries his face in Jude's shoulder, seeking solace in the comfort of his presence.

Jude holds him tight, offering silent support and understanding. He knows there are no words that can undo the disappointment of defeat, but he hopes that his presence alone can provide some measure of comfort to Phil.

As the minutes pass, Phil's tense muscles begin to loosen, his breathing slowing down to a steady rhythm. Jude continues to hold him, offering silent reassurance that he's not alone in his struggle.

Finally, Phil lifts his head, his eyes meeting Jude's with a mix of gratitude and exhaustion. "Thanks," he murmurs, his voice hoarse with emotion.

Jude offers him a small smile in return. "Anytime, mate," he says softly, squeezing Phil's shoulder gently.

In that moment, amidst the quiet solitude of the changing rooms, Phil finds a sense of peace in Jude's presence. And though the sting of defeat still lingers, he knows that with Jude by his side, he'll find the strength to bounce back stronger.

♡

[enemiestoloversss]

Hey yall I'm gonna be writing imagines for football players and some f1 drivers, send me requests I will write anything smut,fluff,angst...

Players I will write for:

Pablo gavi

Pedri

Paulo dybala

Jude Bellingham

Richalison

Neymar

Phil Foden

João Fèlix

Charles Leclarc

Lando Norris

[kaiispost]

Phil Foden x Male reader

Note: AYYY Did the ask thingy wrong again😍😍😍

Important

Warnings: no cut for nsfw part! Both sfw and nsfw. Kinks being mentioned.

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Sfw

You two definitely already knew each other before you two started crushing on each other.

Phil definitely started crushing on you when he first saw you shirtless. you two were at the beach…

You started crushing on Phil when you were at football practice. You two both play for Manchester city.

Your crush just randomly started, while on the other hand Phil had always kinda crushed on you, but had just denied it.

After drunkenly admitting to you his crush one night, the two of you immediately had hit it off. You went on a date the day after.

Phil really loves the way your around 20cm taller than him, especially when he wants to snuggle on the couch you become his personal teddy bear.

Phil also likes how good you are with Ronnie - with kids in general - and sometimes wants to cry when he sees the two of you having fun.

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Nsfw

In bed your 100% the dominant one. And he’s 1000% not a power bottom. And that shows really well, he tried topping you ones but he was too nervous.

Thought he doesn’t like it rough, he’d definitely scream if you go to fast. Although you always put your huge hands over his small face because you don’t want to wake up Ronnie. But when Ronnie isn’t around, he definitely likes to cry because of how much it hurts.

You definitely have a huge member, though Phil’s is far from small either. And he definitely has a thing for choking on it. He also likes to role play and to be cuffed to the bed.

He gives the best blowjobs, he never fails to make you cum in his mouth. Wich you definitely have a thing for.

He also likes it when you whisper really naughty things in his ear with your deep voice. He definitely doesn’t care to give a blowjob in the plane or team bus, he’s really good at keeping it unnoticeable.

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LMAO WHY IS THIS SO SHORT BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHG

[sportswriters]

welcome to sportswriters!

this account has two authors: ella, 25, she/her & namu, 24, she/her. we're from brazil. two besties writing for fun since high school.

we're going to focus on writing football, ice hockey (nhl) and baseball (mlb) scenarios. feel free to request some ideas!

important: we don't write heavy topics such as death, tragedy, violence or bdsm. we also don't write ships between players.

here's the list of players we write for:

football

mason mount

rúben dias

phil foden

jude bellingham

aymeric laporte

joão félix

pablo gavi (no smut)

pedri gonzalez

aaron ramsdale (no smut)

kepa arrizabalaga

kai havertz

antoine griezmann

trent alexander-arnold

heungmin son

nhl

jeremy swayman

andrei svechnikov

jack drury

jesperi kotkaniemi

anthony beauvillier

mlb (send requests!)

matt chapman

masterlist (soon!) | football fic recs | nhl fic recs

[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.

[someonegoood]

★ FOOTBALL MASTERLIST ★

REQUESTS ARE OPEN !

FLUFF [f] ANGST [a] SMUT [s]

MASON MOUNT 19

MY WHOLE LIFE ⚽️ [a] [f] [s] ⚽️ part 1, part 2, final part.

in which you have a fat crush on your brother's best friend, without getting much success. (brother’s best friend troop).

PHIL FODEN 47

nothing yet !

JUDE BELLINGHAM 5

nothing yet !

DECLAN RICE 41

nothing yet !

BEN CHILWELL 21

nothing yet !

[grealishy]

rules + who i write for

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rules:

if they are not on the who i write for list, that doesn’t mean i won’t write for a person you request, these are only the people i mainly write for!

i don’t NOT write smut. if you request it i won’t write it, or i will take out the nsfw themes.

i just because you request something, that doesn’t mean it’s a guarantee i will write it.

who i write for:

soccer

jack grealish

mason mount

ben chilwell

christian pulisic

jude bellingham

phil foden

ruben dias

julian alvarez

football

brock purdy

joe burrow

travis kelce

kyle hamilton

hockey

jack hughes

trevor zegras

mat barzal

[vickwrites]

I’ll post a couple requests today but how would you feel if i added a couple footballers on my writing list 🤔

[footballxixstars]

Phil Foden

Phil Foden born on the 28th of May 2000. He plays for Manchester City and England National Team.

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Blurbs

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OneShots

Learning and Lying ~ Teaching your child to use the potty they end up lying to get a treat

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Smuts

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MASTERLIST

[mrsmctominay]

u and foden having a moment in the pool at sgp and the boys interrupt the two of you

In the Pool- Phil Foden

Phil spins you round in the water and pulls you in to kiss you. “Philll noooo your teammates are here”, you giggle into another kiss. Do you really think Phil cares that his teammates are here? Pfft no. He doesn’t listen and continues kissing you, his hands exploring your ass. You say ‘fuck it’ and jump up onto him, wrapping your legs around his waist with your hands in his hair. The water waving your clit because of the way you’re sitting makes you moan into his mouth, driving him crazy. He massages your ass with his hands for ‘grip’ but you know he just couldn’t help himself.

Next thing you know, Grealish, DCL, Mount and Sancho walk in. Not knowing what to say, they instantly walk out laughing. Your face turned bright red. “Phil what the fuck did i say? I told you we would end up getting caught. I hate you!!”, you shout as quietly as you can.

A little “Woopsie” comes from his mouth as you swim away in a strop.