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Can I request where both Lewis and the reader have baby fever and it gets a little (or maybe a lot)smutty ❤️‍🔥

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how you doing ? 😛

can you do one that reader is Toto Wolff daughter and is dating Max please

Fluff and Angst scenarios please 🫶🏻

Thank you 🥰

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Heyyy I just wanted to, say that your stories are absolutely amazing and I really enjoy reading Them.

It would be nice if you could write an Lando Norris x reader maybe Alex albons sister story

I would really appreciate it

Best regards

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Training sessions - Philippe Coutinho x reader

Requested? Yes/No? - Heyy! I was wondering if you could do a coutinho smut imagine 🙏🙏

Summary: Phillipe needs to unwind after a tough training season. 

Warnings: Smut, swearing

Word Count: 2.7K

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You’ve been working at Aston Villa for about five years, meaning you’ve seen many players come and go and working in the social media department meant you were there for them from their very first day up until their last. A few of the lads would catch your eye when they joined, mainly for talent but there was one who always stuck out and that was Phillipe Coutinho. 

Fans adored him. When he signed everyone suddenly forgot who Grealish was and fell in love with the new talent. His high profile with fans meant you and Philippe spent a fair amount of time with one another, filming all sorts of videos for Villa's numerous social media accounts. Spending so much time with him resulted in the two of you growing close, not to mention the nonstop flirting but nothing came out of it. 

Being the head of social media for Aston Villa meant you were in the lad's shadows, following their every move throughout the day. Following them around had its perks, one minute you were watching them train during the glorious English rain and the next you were watching them play teams abroad in the scorching sun but unfortunately, the weather wasn’t on your side today. In typical English fashion, it had decided to pour down all day. Gerrard had postponed the training until the evening, hoping the rain would stop but the rain just seemed to fall down harder.

As much as you loved your job, standing in the rain and filming a group of men running around in circles wasn’t the most entertaining of activities. Your eyes kept glancing over at Phillipe who was clearly struggling with today’s training session. Every shot he took never seemed to go in, he seemed to hit the post every time or just shoot it a little too wide. Through the rain, you watched the frustration spread on his face. Running a hand through his hair you watched him let out a string of swears as Gerrard called them all back into the changing rooms. 

With training over it was your sign to pack up and go home, it had been a long day and with the shit weather anyone would have wanted to run off home as soon as they could, anyone but Phillipe Coutinho. You had planned to stay late anyway, wanting to upload the footage from today so it could be posted in the morning but you didn’t think he’d be waiting downstairs in the gym for you. 

You always keep a spare set of clothes in your office in case of days like this along with a towel. Normally you would head down to the showers, and dry yourself off before getting changed into your spare clothes and normally no one would be there to walk in on you. With the towel wrapped around your bare body, you turned the corner to be met with a rather familiar face.

“What are you doing down here?” His voice made you jump. Spinning around you held the towel closer to your skin as you met the confused gaze of Phillipe. 

“I thought you’d gone home…”

“Is that what you do when we’re all gone?” He smirked. 

“Only when it’s been raining and I’ve had to stand out there filming you lot.” Your eyes trailed across his body, trying not to stare at him too long. His toned body shone in the dim light of the shower rooms whilst his towel hung low from his waist, a sight you wouldn’t mind seeing more often if given the chance. “I thought you had gone home.”

“You said.” His smirk grew as he caught your eyes lingering. “But I wanted to train in the gym on my own for a bit.” 

You nodded, not saying anything for a second. “Do you normally train on your own?”

“Don’t play dumb with me y/n you know I don’t.” 

“I’m just asking -”

“You saw how shit I was out there.”

“Wasn’t that bad.” You replied. “I’ve seen worse -”

“I couldn’t even get the ball in the back of the net.” He huffed. “It was pathetic.” 

“I’ve seen worse.”

“Not from me.” He spat, running his hands through his hair as he turned on the shower. He looked back at you as he loosened the towel. “I thought you were down here to shower?” 

“I am…”

“Yet you’re still standing there with a towel wrapped around you.” 

“I’ll wait until you’re done.” You stepped back, planning to head out and wait until he was done when his voice stopped you. 

“Oh come on y/n you’re here now…” He started to walk forward, the towel dropping down his waist with every step he took. “Might as well.” His smirk didn’t subside when he saw your eyes flicker down to the towel. “You look flustered.”

“Rather hard not to be when you’re looking like that in front of me.”

“You’ve seen me with my shirt off before.” 

“Not like this.”

“You haven’t backed away yet.”

“Yet…” He didn’t care for your answer, he stepped closer to you, now only an inch away from you. You could feel his breath against your face, his gaze intense on your skin. 

Raising his finger he brushed your damp hair from your eyes before he spoke. “So pretty…” His finger came down under your chin, pushing it lightly so you were now looking up at him. 

“We can't -”

“Why not?” He frowned at your whispers. 

“Gerrad would lose his shit if he found out.”

“And you think I care about what he has to say?”

“I do, I could lose my job -”

“And if you do, I'll walk from this club and take care of you.” He smirked, leaning down and allowing his lips to ghost along yours. “All you have to do is say yes.”

He was beautiful, there's no denying that and you’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t want to have him at that moment. His dark hair was now falling from his face and onto yours as he hovered above you, waiting for your lips to make a sound. Part of him began to panic, thinking he’d overstepped the mark and read the past few months entirely wrong but your actions silenced his thoughts. 

Leaning up you connected your lips with his, your actions telling him everything he wanted to know. He didn’t wait to kiss you back. His hands grabbed your face, pulling you closer to him, wanting to feel your skin on his. One of your hands trailed down his chest, your nails creating faint red lines on his body. He smirked against your lips as your hand reached the top of his towel, lightly tugging on it but not enough to pull it down. 

“So needy…” He muttered against your lips, one hand leaving your cheeks and falling down to your chest. Adding pressure to your skin you felt his large hands tug at your boobs through the towel whilst he let out a light moan against your lips. 

The hand left your boobs, trailing down to your hips before it ran along your lower back. He smacked your ass suddenly, his hand cupping it as he landed the slap, pulling you closer to him. You jumped at his sudden movements, moaning lightly as you fell into his touch. His smirk grew at your actions before his hand tugged at the towel one last time before pulling it clean off your body. 

“So beautiful…” His voice was smooth and full of compliments as it danced through the air and filled your ears. His fingers traced every inch of your bare body that they could find, his eyes following suit. Your breathing was steady, as steady as one could be when a man like him was taking in every cell of your body. His fingers found their way to where you needed him the most. 

He could be wicked when he teased someone and he planned to do just that with you. His fingers brushed your clit, making you gasp and hold onto his biceps even tiger, your nails marking him ever so faintly. He added pressure on your clit, slowly starting to move in small circles. 

His eyes kept a firm gaze onto your face, lighting up when he saw your expression to his advances. He’d be lying to himself if he said a moment like this hadn’t crossed his mind before. “Fuck…” The word fell from your lips as he quickened his pace, wanting nothing more than to be inside of you but that had to wait, he wanted you to remember how this all felt when he crossed your mind. 

His free hand came up to cup your boob, tugging on the nipple, making you moan even louder. The smirk on his face grew as he grabbed your arms and shoved you into the shower. Your skin jumped at the sudden change in temperature but you didn’t have long to process the water on your skin as Philippe was now towering over you once again. He stood in the shower with you, his hair slowly falling in front of his eyes as he slowly removed his towel. 

Your eyes flickered down to what he was hiding and your eyes widened at the sight. The man was literally perfect. He followed your gaze down to where you were looking which only made his cocky attitude grow. “What’s the matter, love?” He leant in so his mouth was just above your ear. “Scared it won’t fit?”

A sudden burst of confidence filled your body as you spoke. “Think you should be scared -”

“Of what?” he cut you off.

“If you can handle it -”

“If I can handle it?” He fell to his knees, his hands dragging down your skin until they rested above your thighs. He looked up at you through the water as his hands forcefully spread your legs apart. “We’ll see about that.” His mouth latched onto your clit, sucking and tugging at the bud. His hands held your legs apart so you couldn’t escape. His tongue started to move against your slit whilst he continued to play with your clit.

“Fuck…”

“What's wrong sweetheart?” He looked up at you as he continued to work. “Can’t handle it?” He grabbed the back of your thigh and threw it over his shoulder.

“Stop being such a tease…”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

“Philippe please…” You moaned, your eyes rolling back at his actions. “Please…”

“I love hearing you beg…”

“Please…” You continued to beg. 

“Please what?” He taunted as he continued to play with your clit. 

“Please let me cum.”

“Good girl for asking but no.” Your eyes snapped open as he stopped playing with your clit. Setting your leg down he rose from his spot on the floor, suddenly towering over you with a smirk on his face. “I’d prefer to feel you cum around my dick.” Grabbing your hair he spun you around so your chest fell against the cold shower wall. His lips met your shoulder, biting at the thin skin whilst his knee kicked your legs apart. 

His free hand snuck up to your neck, pulling your head back against the crook of his neck as he slowly slid himself inside of you. The pair of you gasped at the sudden feeling, taking a second to adjust yourselves to the new sensation. He suddenly pulled out and quickly pulled your hips back into his, he repeated the actions again before he gathered a frequent pace, the hot water on your skin only adding to the sensation. 

Philippe began to hit places no man had ever reached, fucking you like it was the last fuck he and you would ever have. Small moans fell from your lips, not wanting to be too loud, something he picked up on instantly. 

“Why the silence?” “I’m not being silent.”

“You’re being very quiet…”

“That’s not being silent then is it?” Your words earnt you a sudden slap on your ass, making you jump from his grip but that only made him tighten his grip around your neck. 

“Don’t push your luck or I won’t let you cum.”

“I think we both know that’s a lie.” You suddenly jumped, feeling his fingers play with your clit. 

“I might just bring you so close…” He sped up his movements. “Then take it away.” his hand suddenly withdrew from your clit, his actions making you huff in annoyance. 

“You wouldn’t.” 

He let out a low laugh at your words as he suddenly pulled out. Your eyes widened at the sudden loss but you didn’t have time to question him as he spun you around to face him. His lips fell onto yours again as he slowly guided himself back to you, thrusting in harder than the last. Moaning against his lips he smirked at your reaction before he pulled away and spoke. 

“You’re right this time, I'm going to let you cum but that’s only because I’ve been waiting for this for so long.” His pace quickened. “I want to feel you cum around me.”

“You will if you keep it up.” Your moans grew louder as his hand went back to your clit, toying with your pleasure. You threw your head back, your eyes shut at the pleasure he continued to inflict onto you. He looked down at your reaction, smirking with pride at you. He suddenly gripped your waist, pulling out as he spun you around to face him. 

“I want you to look at me when you cum.” His lips attached to your neck, sucking and biting the skin as he picked up the pace on your clit. 

“Fuck Philippe…”

“My name sounds so good coming from your lips.” You continued to moan his name louder, not caring if anyone could hear you. “That’s it…” He muttered against your neck. “Tell everyone who makes you feel this good.” 

“You do…” You moaned again. Phillipe moved his lips from your neck, his eyes now meeting yours before he admired the new artwork he’d left on your neck. 

“Good girl…” He sped up. “I want you to cum.” Your eyes squeezed shut at his words but that made his actions stop all together. At the sudden loss of movement or any sensation on your clit your eyes snapped open to meet his. 

“Why did you stop?”

“What did I say?” He looked down at you, a cocky grin on his lips. “I want you to look at me, everytime you close your eyes, I’ll stop, understand?” 

“Yes…”

“Good girl.” He started to move again, this time with more force and urgency. He wanted nothing more than to feel you come undone around him. His fingers sped up on your clit, adding light and heavy amounts of pressure to the bud. The sensation made your skin heat up and your stomach tighten. 

“Philippe…” 

“Yes?” He moaned against your skin as his thrusts slowly became less consistent, indicating that he was also close. 

“I’m close…” 

“Good.” He started to thrust harder, moans falling from his own lips as he held you up against the wall. Within seconds you felt the coil in your stomach snap as you came around him. The sensation made his head fall into the crook of your neck, moaning against your skin as he finished inside of you. 

With deep breaths the pair of you refused to move, not wanting to pull apart and lose the sensation. Philippe moved his head to rest his forehead on yours before he spoke. “You felt amazing.”

“You weren’t so bad yourself.” You let out a small smile at his words.

“I do try.” He smiled back, he slowly pulled out, missing the feeling almost immediately. “Did you drive here?”

You scrunced your face up at the sudden change of his words. “Yeah, why?”

“Fancy ditching it here all night and spending the night with me?”

“Such a romantic way to ask Coutinho.” You raised your brow at the man, a smirk on your lips. 

“Hey at least I asked.” He smiled. “I want nothing more than to spend the night with you. I know I should have asked a long time ago and probably not waited until we’d slept together but -”

“If you keep rambling, we’ll never get out of here.” You cupped his face with your hands. “Better late than never.” 

Hey 😊

One with Neymar where you've been together for a long time, but his family doesn't like you since you're not from Brazil and you know how much he loves his family, so you think he's going to leave you. It's at a family dinner and his sister, whom he loves very much, starts saying that he should get with her friend instead and seeing you so uncomfortable finally makes him snap. Also, if reader has a very good relationship with Davi Lucca since she has been in his life since he was a toddler.

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Winter Nights - Nick Pope x reader

Nick Pope x reader 

Requested? Yes/No: hello! im a newly found premier league fan of newcastle and i just wanna ask if j could get a nick pope x reader fluff? reader is stressed with work and has loads of studying to do while nick drags her off and gets her to cuddle in bed? i honestly find him so hot but a lack of football fics do have left me a bit faltered. cheers! have a good day and thank you for reading this 💜💜

Warnings: Fluff, think that’s it?

Word Count: 1.2K

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Nick and you had been dating for a while now, you’d been by his side when he played for Burnely and now Newcastle. You’d been there for him and he’d done the same for you and now was no different. He’d had training in the afternoon and was due to come home in the evening. When he’d left you were sat at your desk and were attempting to get some work done. Your studies were mounting up with Christmas around the corner you just wanted to get everything done so you could spend your first Christmas stress-free in Newcastle with Nick. 

The desk was covered in papers and pens were scattered everywhere. The only light filling the room was the one coming from your laptop, the paper you had to write staring straight at you with little on the document. You wanted it done by the time Nick came home, not to mention a few other projects you had to work on but that was impossible. Just as you planned to give up you heard the front door open and the sound of heavy footsteps filled your house. 

“y/n?” Your ears were suddenly filled with the sound of your boyfriend, his steps getting closer as he couldn’t find you in the house. The door of your study slowly opened and standing in the dim doorway was Nick with a confused look painted on his face. “Have you been in here all day?” 

“Hmm?” You raised your head, turning on your chair to face him. “Oh yeah… I have to get this done -” 

“You need rest.” He dumped his bag into the room, switching the light on before walking over to you. 

“I’m fine Nick -” 

“Babe you’re sat in the dark in the exact same spot as I left you this afternoon.” His hand went to your chin, tilting it up so you’d look up at him as he stood between your legs. “You need a rest.”

“I need to finish this -”

“You can finish it tomorrow.” He leaned over the desk and turned your laptop off before he gathered your papers and set them aside so they were neat and all together for you in the morning. He leaned down and placed a quick kiss on your lips before pulling back. 

“Is it raining outside?” You suddenly asked, feeling his wet hair against your forehead. 

“Snowing love.” He stepped back before quickly ducking back down, this time taking your body into his arms before lifting you effortlessly out of your seat and carrying you bridal style. He nodded towards the widow as he watched your eyes light up at the sight of snow in your garden. “It’ll be there tomorrow but for now you need to rest.” 

You leant your head into the crook of his neck. He did have a point, the more you overworked yourself the more stressed you’d become and the last thing you wanted was to receive a low grade just before Christmas which would only make your anxiety run wild and ruin your time with Nick even more. 

Nick pushed the door to your shared bedroom open before setting you on the bed gently. He handed you his phone as he spoke. “I need to grab a quick shower as I didn’t have one at training, whilst I’m in there order food for the two of us and pick a Christmas film for us to watch before bed.” Nick opened his side of the wardrobe and pulled out one of his hoodies and a pair of his boxers before turning back to you. “Can I?” His hands lingered at the edge of your shirt. You nodded as he slid your shirt off before unclipping your bra and helping you into his clothes. 

Nick then moved into your trousers, pulling them off slowly before moving to your underwear. He placed a light kiss on your thighs before sliding his boxers on your body. He leaned up again, this time taking your lips into his for longer. His hand cupped your jaw, gently pulling you closer to him. His tongue teased your mouth as he gently bit on your bottom lip, trying not to get too carried away. He eventually pulled away, his eyes darting between yours and your lips before he planted a final peck on your lips. 

“I won’t be long.” Handing you the remote he turned on his heel and headed into your shared en suite.

You’d climbed under the covers, trying your best to keep warm as the snow continued to fall outside. Nick opened the door to the bathroom, only wearing a loose pair of joggers as he stepped back inside your shared room. “Find something to eat?”

You nodded. “It’ll be here in fifteen minutes.” 

“Perfect.” He kissed your forehead before climbing into bed alongside side you. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his chest. Your head fell against his heart, listening to it beat, the feeling immediately calming you. Nick let his hand wander to your thigh, pulling it over his waist. “Did you find a film beautiful?” 

“The Grinch.” 

He smiled at your words. “We watched that all the time last year, didn’t fancy another one?”

“Nope.” You smiled up at him. “Reminds me of how stress-free I was last year.”

Nick laughed at your words, planting a kiss on your forehead. “Just take one day at a time, do a bit each day. Sure it might take you longer but you’ll be a lot calmer. How about, when I go to training you do your work, then when I’m home we can both relax after work. That way you have set time frames to get things done and you won’t panic as much.” He moved your hair out of your face, smiling down at your relieved face as he spoke. 

“Thank you.” 

“You never need to thank me, you’ve done so much for me, picking your things up and moving all around England just because you want to support me.” 

“Wouldn’t have it any other way.” You kissed his jaw, mirroring his smile at his words. “How was training?” 

“It was alright, just want this World Cup out of the way now so we can get back to club football.”

“You wouldn’t be saying that if England was still in it…” 

Nick gave you a look, he knew you were right. “Yeah well… who wants to win a winter World Cup anyway?” He tightened his grip on you as he turned to face the TV which had now started playing the film. “Would rather you be there to watch me win it anyway. 

“One day… maybe in the next four years…” You felt your body completely relax against his, your breathing steadying at the comfort of your boyfriend. 

“Only if my cheerleader is there.”