#jan oblak fanfic

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player: Jan Oblak words: 550 request: Jan Oblak - no pref - 250 - 500 - Before they started dating, she would spend her nights off watching Christmas films in the lead up to the holiday and now she gets to show Jan all her favourites, cuddled into him with a hot chocolate to end all hot chocolates

“I’m not doing matching PJs,” Jan warns as he carries through a large tray adorned with all things sweet and sickly. Two big mugs of steaming hot cocoa goodness are piled up with cream, chocolate flakes, lashings of chocolate sauce dripping down the cream and down the large mug side, finished with a dusting of cocoa powder. Brownies, pretzel bites, cinnamon pastries, gingerbread traybakes, fresh strawberries and several melted dips were scattered around the tray, each begging to be plucked from it and devoured. Jan hoped that she wouldn’t notice that several pieces had already gone missing, but he liked to think of it as the tray carrier’s wage. 

“I hadn’t suggested that, which to me, means its on your mind and you secretly want to.”

“Do not,” Jan counters, placing the tray down on the coffee table before you both and swipes a brownie but not before dipping it into melted caramel and dripping it down his wrist before he manages to get it into his mouth. Her eye twitches at the sight of his reckless eating and she tries to ignore it. 

“These are the ones I love,” she chooses a different tactic and looks away, back up at the large wall mounted TV and shows the options she’s put together in a Christmas watch list. “While we are going to watch them all, I’ll at least give you the choice of which to watch first.” She says, leaning forward and picks up her drink carefully and swipes a brownie of her own. 

“That one doesn’t look too bad.” Jan says, taking the controller from her and moves the selection across until it lands on the one he’s picked. 

“They all say that,” she mutters under her breath and grins at him when he narrows his eyes at her. 

“What do you mean by that?”

“You can’t move it on,” she warns as he begins to flick back through them. “Your decision is final.”

“You never specified that at the start of this. Therefore, I did not agree to it." He feels very proud of himself for defending his viewing rights and as a result, he leans back forward and takes another swipe of a snack. 

“Well I’m saying this now,” she replies and takes a small sip of her cocoa, sighing contentedly when the silky liquid covers her tongue. She doesn’t know how he manages to make a cocoa taste so good, but he does and if there’s any way to butter her up, this was it. 

He makes his choice and presses play, waiting just enough time for the movie to begin enough for the movie to get her full attention before turning to look at her. Her hands are wrapped around her mug which is hovering halfway to her mouth. Her lips are parted, eyes locked on the screen and every so often, she’ll go to dip her head and raise her hands to finally get another drink but something happens on the screen which makes her pause and smile to herself. 

Jan may not be knocking down the door and begging her to put on her favourite festive movies, but watching her indulge in some of her favourite comfort films, it was enough to make him fall that bit more in love with her.

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Breakfast In Bed

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Birthday Prompts For the birthday prompts, scenario no. 4 with Jan Oblak please! 4. Birthday breakfast in bed  requested by @percervall Word Count: 320  You stirred in your sleep as you felt a shift in the bed coming from beside you.  Whilst you were sleeping, Jan was downstairs making you a special birthday breakfast for you. 

Jan was making you all of your favourites. Putting bacon onto the frying pan and making scrambled eggs as well as getting the toast ready.  You woke up to the smell of cooking.  “Mm” you murmured as you closed your eyes gently as you stirred in the bed.  “Good morning beautiful, happy birthday” Jan cheery voice woke you up, slowly waking from your slumber as you propped your elbows up and laid your head on the headboard.  “Morning” you smiled as he laid the tray on your lap.  “Breakfast in bed for my sleepy head” He grinned, kissing the side of your head as he sat down beside you.  “You must’ve got up early to do all this?” you asked as you took a bite of your eggs.  “Not really, just made this our tradition to have breakfast in bed when it’s our birthdays of course” he smiled as he watched you eating.  “I forgot your cup of tea, I’m sorry” he quickly jumped out of bed to go and get you both a cup of tea.  “This is perfect, this should make it better” he smiled as he passed it to you.  “Thank you, this is the best way to start the day” you grinned as you felt the warmth of the cup against your hands.  “I am glad, it starts off your special day. So eat up and we can get ready because I have a lot planned to spoil the birthday girl” he winked.  “Ooh that sounds amazing babe, also sounds like you have everything planned” you looked across as he smirked.  “I have” he smiled as he tried to pinch a piece of your breakfast as you swotted his hand away from your plate.  Taglist: @footballffbarbiex @percervall @footballxixstars @football-and-fanfics @mrseriksen​ @odegaardsreds​ @0alanasworld0​ @ghwoticz​ @simpingmyassoff​ if you want to be tagged, please let me know! 

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I used to read Jan Oblak fanfics religiously 😭😭 //

Waaiiit what ? You mean some masterpieces you can find on ao3, or cringy x reader on Wattpad ?

(can't be worse than those tiktok pov with F1 drivers thought).

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Yes, Wattpad was my zone when I was 14-16 😭

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player: Jan Oblak words: 905 request: Jan Oblak - she / her - 500 - 900 - Jan and her decorating the Christmas tree while listening to Christmas songs and her dancing & singing along slightly off-key which would normally annoy him, but all he can do is just look at her lovingly

A/N: this may or may not be linked to an idea that I have. it can be read and enjoyed as a standalone though just as much.

By the time Jan has returned from training, the house does not look the way he’d left it. With a bright holiday wreath hanging on the front door and a festive doormat to greet him before he’s even stepped foot inside, he knows that inside can only be as festive. Opening the door reveals a garland wrapped around the staircase bannister adorned with soft lighting throughout it. 

There’s a candle or wax melt burning, the sweet smell of winter baking filling the hallway as he removes his shoes and shrugs out of his jacket before dumping his training bag at the door. Soft footsteps takes him to where you are, sitting on the floor surrounded by tree ornaments, tinsel and lights. A Christmas playlist rings out and you hum along with it. He watches as you shake your shoulders and wiggle your hips as you sit with your legs open and separate the items for quick access later on when you’re applying it all to the tree. 

As much as you go a little too hard for Jan at this time of year, and as much as Jan would rather something small such as a simple decorated tree or area of the house which is perfect for those much needed social media posts, he loves the way you turn the house into a place that is warm and welcoming. You may mock him and call him a grinch, but you made up for it for the both of you, and deep down - way down - he secretly enjoyed it. 

He stands patiently watching you, not wanting to give himself away just yet, but feeling happier by the second as you sing along in different voices, occasionally dropping the items from your hand to play one of the many instruments from the track. You’re so lost in your own thoughts that you hadn’t realised he’s there until it’s too late. Fear momentarily grabs you by the throat, a look of panic manipulates your features before your hand comes to your chest, feeling the way your heart beats frantically against the palm of your hand and the way his name comes out of your mouth like it’s a cuss while you let out a steady stream of breath is enough to bring a grin to his face. 

“One of these days I’m-”

“Stare the intruder to death?” Jan cuts you off and watches as you give him the dirtiest look that you can muster. 

“You’re so mean to me.” you huff, turning your back to him as he laughs. “Don’t you be like that,” he wants to boop you on the mouth and nose but keeps his distance - just in case, he’d rather not be stabbed with a candy cane or two. Instead, you play it safe and lean over to your phone, change it to the one christmas song that you know Jan hates the most and turn up the volume. Now it’s his turn to scowl at you, a scowl which only increases as you begin to sing loudly and just a smidge off key. 

He knows why you’re doing it. Knows that he’s done this to himself for making you jump, and even though it’s a song that he absolutely despises, he’s fully prepared to endure it just because of how happy you look right now. 

“It’s a shame it’s come to this,” he says a little too loud, ensuring that his voice carries over the sound of the music. 

“Come to what?” you ask in the same sing song tone as the song, asking the sentence as though it’s a mere addition to the song itself. 

“I’d picked up the new festive flavour from that coffee shop you love so much but,” Jan says, holding up the coffee cup in question high above his head as you scramble to your feet to try and take it from his hands, “I don’t think you deserve it now.”

“I do! Baby, I do deserve it. I’ve been working hard, see.” There’s a child-like innocence on your face and dripping from your voice as you try to plead with him. He’d promised you that you could both go and get one of the festive ones, with one of the flavours being one that was introduced last year and you could have licked the cup clean because it was that delicious. He has yet to see this in action, considering the two of you have only been dating a few months, but he’s heard stories and was eager to see it for himself. 

“See, I don’t think you do deserve it.”

“I’ll turn it off,” you say quickly, turning on your heel to get to the phone and switch off the song quickly. “See! Purleaaaaaaase,” you almost beg. “Please my beautiful man.”

“I might consider it, if you give me a kiss.” he purses his lips and makes a kissing gesture while still holding the drink over your head. You can smell it from this distance and it makes you excited. 

“I’ll give you a kiss any day, any hour, any minute. This is not a hard sell.”

“Maybe I just want one.”

“Maybe you’re easy like that.”

“What are you going to do about it?” He asks, slowly lowering it inch by painstakingly inch. 

“I’m gonna kiss my man and give him what he wants.”

“I don’t think we’re quite there yet, but I’ll work on it.”

[footballffbarbiex]

For blurb wednesday, can I request Jan coming home to find her already half asleep in bed, curled up under blankets and just snuggling/spooning her? there's not enough Oblak fics on here and I love the way you write him

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Jan had left the stadium on a little high. In true Atleti style, they’d secured a 1-0 win, with Jan making several crucial saves, not including a goal that was thankfully chalked off for offside. Coming back to the locker room, Jan had checked his phone and found messages of support and pride from his girlfriend who had not been able to attend thanks to a late shift eating up much of the match time. Had she attended, it would only have been for the final 15 minutes - if traffic was forgiving.

Home is mostly in darkness, with only a few lowlights on in the kitchen and lounge. With no TV on, and a cup that is more cool than hot, she’d been downstairs within the hour and with no lights on upstairs, Jan realises she’s most likely now sleeping. After removing his shoes and shrugging out of his jacket, he makes his way to the bedroom where he finds her curled within the duvet and breathing softly.

“Babe?” He whispers, not wanting to speak in a voice too loudly in case she’s already asleep.

A soft mmm that comes from her as she tries to come out of sleep and while she cannot manage to open her eyes, she can turn and pull back the duvet enough to welcome Jan into it.  He needs little encouragement, slipping between the warmth within seconds.

“Sorry I couldn’t be there,” she says, but not without a small cough to clear her throat first. He wraps her up in his arms, her back to his chest while he plants small kisses over her shoulder and the curve of her neck.

“It’s ok. You only missed a few amazing saves by me and us ultimately getting a clean sheet.”

“Not much missed then.” she agrees, turning in his arms to wrap her own over his waist and grin up at him.

“Not much at all,” he chuckles.

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Winter: Not So Cold Comforts

player: Jan Oblak words: 668 request: Jan Oblak - no pref - 500 - 900 - They went home to Slovenia for the holidays and while Jan loves seeing his family, the cold is not the one for him. She on the other hand loves cold weather and snow and keeps dragging him outside to go for walks or build snowpeople with his nieces/nephews. So he begrudgingly joins them and although he still hates the cold, he loves how happy the snow makes her. (Jan is a grump and you can't tell me otherwise)

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“How can you be cold?” She asks, stretching her arms out as she spins on the spot. “No, let me correct myself. How can you hate the cold?”

“Do I need to remind you where we live?” He can’t help but laugh. “The temperatures that we get there compared to this is something else. I like the warmth. I love the warmth.”

“You were the one who suggested coming back home for the holidays.” she points out and begins to walk again, the soft fluffy snow beneath her boots crunches with every step. The air still looks thick with snow but no more has fallen since they’ve been out. Children are out in their yards, flooding the streets to build snowmen and have snowball fights. Their laughter seems to reach them both no matter where they walk - squeals of happiness, of angst, betrayal as their friends switch sides and turn on one another. The soft sounds of the snowballs coming into contact either with walls, cars or their coat covered bodies.

Jan, being as tall as he is, is a seemingly easy target and has narrowly avoided being hit by either stray or purpose aimed balls. Being the good sport that he is, he’d laughed it off and thrown a few back, but could see that being out in this wasn’t what he really wanted. They’d gone out in cold weather in the mornings back in Madrid, chilly mornings with frost on the ground as they’d strolled around La Finca. Those were the mornings that he enjoyed. Being bundled up under many layers to trap in as much body heat as possible while still able to feel the nip in the air.

Snow brought a coldness that crept under the skin and penetrated the bones. It created a chill that was hard to shift and a coldness that felt like fire with the slightest temperature change. And most importantly, he disliked the grumpiness that came out of him when he couldn’t get warm.

“Yes, to see friends and family.” He chuckles. “Not head outside and try to stay on my feet thanks to ice patches under this god awful stuff. Snow is pretty to look at,” he continues, stuffing his hands into his pockets and kicking at a lost snowball which met no real target. “But it’s impractical. And I know you hate the ice.”

She can’t argue with that. While the ground looks the way it does, she enjoys walking in it. But too much traffic, vehicle or foot, quickly changes that and gone is the picture postcard image and in comes the want and need for it all to melt away.

“Don’t you ever look at it and just want to lay down and make a snow angel?”

“Never.”

“Never. I can picture you doing it though. The moment I see snow on the weather app, I already know you’ll be making cocoa, and picking out a spare hat and scarf to decorate the snowman with.”

“Oh, do you now?”

“Yep. I can already picture your face when that first snowflake falls. I can get excited for you. I just don’t want to be out in it for the same reasons that you do.” When she stops walking and turns to look at him, he smiles at her. “What?”

“I just never thought about it that way. But now I feel guilty because I always thought it could be something for the both of us.” She trails off slowly, considering what she’s just said.

“Do I ever say no?” He asks and she shakes her head. “Exactly. If I really didn’t want to then I wouldn’t. Now, lay down and I’ll do my boyfriend duties to take pics of you making a snow angel, how about that?”

“You do like this really,” she grins at him as she reaches up and adjusts his hat and scarf. “I know you do. But if keeping up your grumpy appearance is what makes you happy, then I’ll play along.”

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Pumpkin spice lattes

Player: Jan Oblak Words: 1221 Requested: - Warnings: Mentions of injuries A/N: Jan seemed like the kind of person who'd secretly enjoy a PSL 🤷‍♀️ Let me know what you think!

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“Hey,” she said, peering around the doorframe, “ready?”

Jan turned around and groaned when he saw it was her, making her grin. 

“Come on, you know you’ll feel better afterwards.” 

Jan rolled his eyes at that.

“She’s right, it’s important to build up strength through low impact exercise,” his physical therapist said.

“Not you too,” Jan groaned.

“Come on sunshine, I’ll buy you a coffee.” 

The prospect of something that tasted better than the stuff they offered in the dining hall finally swayed him. Jan sighed and got up from the massage table. 

“Fine,” he grumbled, following her out of the training facility. It was a hell of his own making, if he was being honest. They had met during an Atletico press day a few years ago. She had played as a goalkeeper for the women’s team, so they ended up chatting about the differences between the men’s and women’s leagues, and swapped stories about their favourite saves. Long story short, they became best friends. And then she suffered a career ending injury. Jan came to see her every day while she was still in hospital. When she got out, Atletico offered her a job on the social media side of things. During the first six months, he would come by her office and drag her along for walks while her shoulder was still healing, and later he’d drag her along to the gym for workouts. And now she was returning the favour while he was recovering from a ligament injury in his ankle. 

“You get to pick, 1k or 2k?” she asked, referring to the distance. Jan knew he should go for the longer distance, but that involved stairs which he wasn’t looking forward to after today’s session in PT.

“1k, my ankle already took a beating thanks to Óscar.” She chuckled and linked her arm with his.

“Alright, 1k it is then.” 

Jan was grateful to be able to sit down once they got to the café they both loved. His ankle wasn’t hurting per se, but it had started to throb. He let himself fall on the bench with a groan.

“Same as always?” she asked. Jan nodded as he tried to breath through the pain. He turned sideways so he could rest his leg on the bench as well, and the elevation eased some of the pain. Jan enjoyed the sunshine for a while, closing his eyes and tilting his face up. He noticed her leaving the café, pretty much dancing towards him. 

��An Americano for the grump and a PSL for me!”

“A PS-.. What’s a PSL?” Jan asked as he took his coffee from her. He pointedly ignored her calling him a grump. It was one of her nicknames for him and he begrudgingly accepted that. To be fair, he was grumpy. The rehab was taking longer than he’d like and it was wearing him down. She lifted his injured leg and sat down, resting his foot in her lap. 

“Only a gift from the coffee gods; Pumpkin spice latte. I was hoping they’d have them. These are my fave this time of year,” she beamed at him. 

“Can’t say I’ve ever had one,” Jan said, taking a sip from his own coffee. She gasped, turning to look at him with wide eyes. 

“Jan Oblak, you my friend have not truly lived. Here,” she said, handing him her cup. He looked at her, not fully trusting she wasn’t pulling his leg, and took a tempative sip.

“Jesus,” he muttered. She laughed and took the cup back.

“That’s diabetes in liquid form!” Jan said incredulously. 

“I know,” she said, eyes twinkling with mirth, “isn’t it the best?” 

He threw her a look, eyebrows raised as if to say are you kidding me? which only made her laugh again, head thrown back. Jan shook his head and took another sip of his black coffee to rinse out the overly sweet drink. 

“I don’t always get them, but I came to realise life’s too short to only drink boring coffee,” she said, shrugging one shoulder and taking another sip of her latte. They were quiet for a moment while he mulled that over in his head. If he was honest with himself, Jan had to admit that she was right; life was too short to only do the things you had to do and not do the things you loved. 

“Could I try another sip, now that I know to expect pure sugar?” Jas asked. She chuckled and handed him the cup. Jan took another sip, picking up on the different spices this time. Yes, it was still sweet, but it was.. Nice. The spices were very autumnal. He could see the appeal.

“Not bad. Still prefer something that won’t decrease my lifespan with each sip, but I can see why you like them,” he admitted. 

“I’ll make a PSL-lover out of you yet, just you wait,” she said with a grin, taking her coffee back from him.

“The club nutritionist will love you for sure,” he said sarcastically.

“They don’t have to know I’m smuggling you PSLs. I ask for an extra pump of the pumpkin spice syrup, but they’re normally not this sweet. Make you a deal: if you can run 1k without pain on the treadmill, I’ll treat you to one.” She held out her hand. Jan thought for a moment. Maybe this was the kind of bribery he needed to get through physical therapy. 

“Deal,” he said, shaking her hand.

“How’s it going, sunshine?” she asked as she walked into the gym of the training facility. It had been five weeks since they made their deal and Jan had been working hard in PT to reach his goal. He grunted a response from his position on the floor. She waited for him to finish his reps before she spoke again.

“Heard you’re making vast improvements,” she said. Jan nodded, wiping the sweat from his brow.

“A little birdie told me you ran even more than 1k this morning,” she continued. Jan looked at her, eyebrows raised. He then threw a glare at his physical therapist. Óscar raised his hands.

“Don’t look at me, Oblak. Wasn’t me.” 

“Marcos told me,” she explained, “he and I go way back. But great job Jan! 1.3 kilometres, that’s huge!” Jan grumbled a reply, not looking at her. 

“Oi, if you keep up this act I’ll just have to give this to someone else. Maybe Marcos will appreciate it. Or Anto. That man loves his sugary drinks,” she said, pulling a to-go cup from behind her back. 

“Ah, now it all makes sense,” Óscar said with a laugh. Jan slumped his shoulders.

“I’m sorry for snapping at you. It’s been… It’s been a week,” Jan said. 

“I know. Here,” she said gently, holding the cup out to him. Jan took it from her, wrapping his hands around it.

“Thank you,” he muttered, taking a temptative sip. Jan would be lying if he said he hadn’t been looking forward to this. After she had introduced him to the PSL as she called it, he’d gone back a couple of times to get one himself with less of the syrup. He absolutely loved them now. 

“You’re welcome. Told you I’d convert you to a PSL-lover,” she said, grinning wide. 

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Jan Oblak masterlist

Oneshots

Pumpkin spice lattes

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My fanfic recs are currently empty (I have some in my drafts ready to queue) and I'd love more to read while I'm on my baby break.

Looking for recs from both readers and any writers who want to put their work up for a reblog - though please note I only reblog fics which have a read more if they're more than a few paragraphs, otherwise they'll only be included in the "this month I've read" links.

i'd love to read the following players in particular, but if the story doesn't include the below players, is good and you've brought it to me with a high rec then I'll read it regardless:

Trent Alexander Arnold

Joe Gomez

Virgil Van Dijk

Antoine Griezmann

Rodrigo De Paul

Jan Oblak

Dominik Szoboszlai

Ruben Dias

John Stones

Paulo Dybala

you can send your recs here.

[footballffbarbiex]

for the blurb day, I'd love to see a Jan Oblak one where his girl gets injured at work (she also works for the club) and he leaves training to make sure she's okay

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Jan stands at the side, water bottle in hand and a steady stream of it flooding his mouth. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he scans the row of staff but cannot see you. Confusion has his brows knitting together and rechecking to make sure he’s not seeing anything. But no, you’re not there. Dropping the water bottle to the side, he pulls off his other keeper glove and begins a steady stride over to the coaching staff and physios where Sofia stands awkwardly.

“Do I need to ask?” Jan begins and she gives a weary smile. “What?”

“It’s not serious,” she begins and realises that this probably sounds worse than intended. “She’s had a little slip, that's all, sprained her ankle. She’s getting checked over but she has badly bruised it.” She side steps in a feeble attempt at blocking the way and grabs Jan’s arm when he continues to move around her. “We were going to tell you after training because there’s nothing you can do now that you won’t be able to do later. Jan, listen to me!” She says, raising her voice enough to get the attention of the others who pause to turn to look.

“Can I at least see her to make sure? I’d feel a lot more at ease if I didn’t have images in my head.”

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You wince as you try to turn your foot this way and that, despite just being told not to. The bandage was holding you tight but it didn’t fully numb the throbbing that came when you instinctively stretched out your toes to ease it off. Thanks to a moment of clumsiness, you’re now stuck on desk duty until you’re able to weight-bear without wanting to cry, which means that you won’t be able to attend the away game in two days.

“I’m surprised it’s taken you this long,” you call out to the owner of the clunky sounding walk.

“I would have been here if everyone hadn’t been so secretive about it.” Jan replies, casting a look at Sofia who holds her head up and refuses to apologise.

“I told you she was ok.”

He’s pulling one of the small wheeled stools over to sit on before carefully lifting your leg and resting your foot against his knee. “And you say I need to be more careful?” He raises his eyebrow at you and holds your stare.

“You do. I just need to keep off it for a few days, which means that-”

“I’m at your beck and call?”

“Exactly,” you grin, leaning forward to meet him for a kiss. “It’s sweet of you to come straight away though. My concerned man.” you give him another small kiss and he grins.

“What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t?”

“I don’t have to find out, thankfully.”

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had a thought…. which fanfic tropes match our favourite boys?

- best friends to lovers

- enemies to lovers

- there was only one bed / forced proximity

- fake dating

- second chance romance

- professor / student

- [include your own fave trope(s)]

Love how you always indulge me babe 😘

best friends to lovers

Lando

Esteban

Mick

enemies to lovers

Ruben Dias

Dominik Szoboszlai

Fernando Alonso

Sergio Ramos

forced proximity

Darwin

Jenson

fake dating

Rodrigo De Paul

Pierre

second chance

Daniel

Mark

Lewis

academia

Marco Rose

Antoine Griezmann (Amy, this is on you)

Xabi Alonso

Toto Wolff

grumpy/sunshine

Jan Oblak

Mats Hummels

Kostas Tsimikas (where he's the sunshine character)

If I missed anyone, pls let me know!

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Frustrations

GIF credit @skipthesmalltalk

Player: Rodrigo De Paul Words: 1304 Warnings: Smut, p in v, unprotected sex, dirty talk, slightly dom!Rodri A/N: It's truly a shame that there is no RDP fanfic on this site. Just look at him! How can you not?? This one's for @footballffbarbiex. Honest to god, Jan Oblak and RDP's pissed off face were the only two good things about yesterday's match. I wrote this in just a little over an hour last night while having half an eye on the last few minutes of CL matches. It's by far the dirtiest thing I've written so far, so enjoy

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The match had been infuriating to watch from the sidelines, but she knew it would have been even more infuriating to play. She looked up from organising her kit when the door slammed open. She hadn’t expected them back yet, they usually stayed on the pitch to thank the fans. When Jan walked in with a face like thunder, she quickly slipped out knowing the boys needed their space. As she stood in the corridor, she watched different versions of frustration and disappointment walk into the dressing room. 

Her heart hammered in her chest when she spotted Rodrigo storming down the tunnel. She was attracted to him on a normal day, but there was something about him seething that made her stomach flip. She felt herself move further back the closer he came until her back collided with the wall. Rodrigo kept walking, taking hold of her AAA lanyard and yanking her close to him when he stood in front of her. She gulped, the fabric digging into the back of her neck as she looked up at him. His eyes were dark and she could feel the anger radiating off of him as his lips crashed to hers. She knew she should be scared of him –any rational person would be- but instead she could feel her pussy throb as he pushed her back against the wall, pinning her in place with his body.

“Don’t fucking move,” he ordered after breaking the kiss. She swallowed hard as she looked at him. There was only one way this would end and she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t looking forward to it. She nodded, not trusting herself to speak. Rodri stormed into the dressing room but came back out almost immediately. He took hold of her hand and basically dragged her along the corridor. 

“I’d find an empty closet, but I know you don’t care about who sees you getting fucked,” he said, his voice hard as steel. He had moved them far enough away from the tunnel and dressing room that it would be unlikely for someone to walk in on them, but she knew it wasn’t impossible. Knowing they could get caught at any moment and the promise of him just using her to work through his frustrations had her clenching around nothing. 

Rodri pushed her face first against the wall, his front pressing against her back. She moaned softly when she felt his hard cock against her bum, grinding against him. 

“That’s right baby. You gonna be a good girl and just take this cock, hm? Bet you’re already soaking at the thought of it, aren’t you?”

“Rodr-…” 

“You just gonna let me use that pretty cunt of yours?” he interrupted. She nodded, eyes fluttering closed. He yanked her tracksuit bottoms down, letting them pool around her ankles. She felt him palm her ass through her underwear, moving it aside to expose her already dripping cunt. He let out a low growl at the sight of her. She heard him pull his shorts down far enough to free his cock. She bit her lip to stifle a moan as he roughly entered her. The stretch of him filling her was almost overwhelming, making her gasp.  

“Oh that’s cute baby, we both know you can’t keep quiet. Let them know how well you’re taking this. Need to hear you as I fuck you,” Rodrigo said as he slammed his hips against her. She tried to find something to hold onto, but her fingers found nothing. She splayed her hands against the cold tiles, fighting a losing battle as they continued to slip down. 

His fingers dug into her hips as he fucked into her, using her to get the anger and frustration out of his system. She let out a string of curses when he tilted her hips ever so slightly, changing the angle of his thrusts. By doing so, he hit that spot inside of her every time he entered her. She could hear herself whimper and moan as the sounds of her arousal and his pelvis hitting against her ass bounced off the walls. 

“Fuck, look at you. So wet for me, taking my cock so well,” Rodrigo whispered in her ear. He gripped her body so hard that she knew it would leave marks. The thought alone made her clench around him. 

“Fuck, baby. So good, always so good for me. Love watching you take my cock like this.”

She could feel the coil tightening in the pit of her stomach as he whispered filthy things in her ear that reduced her to a whimpering and panting mess. 

“Rodri-.. close… So- fuck… So close… Please,” she managed to get out, as he fucked her against the wall. 

“Not about you baby, you’re just gonna take what I give you,” he bit back through gritted teeth. 

If she’d been able to form coherent thoughts, she would have responded to him. She felt him move a hand down to where their bodies met, rubbing tight circles around her clit. The added stimulation was the last straw; she cried out as her orgasm wrecked through her, body trembling and pussy clenching around him. She heard him swear as he spilled deep inside her. 

She immediately felt cold when he pulled out and whimpered at the loss. 

“What a sight you are baby, absolutely ruined with my cum dripping down your thighs,” Rodrigo said as he tucked himself back into his shorts. He helped her stand back up, leaning her against the wall as he righted her panties and pulled her trousers back up. She swallowed hard, eyes still unfocused as she came down from her high. Her legs felt like jelly and her heart beat hard against the confines of her chest. His eyes scanned her face, looking for any signs that he had gone too far. His eyes had softened and his face had lost its hardness. Rodrigo kissed her again, more gentle this time. She sighed into the kiss as she clung to him, her legs still refusing to function. 

“Thank you mi vida,” Rodrigo murmured in her ear as he held her to his chest. 

“Help me get to the dressing room please? Need to clean up before we get on the bus,” she managed to say. 

“Don’t think there’s time before the bus leaves. I’ll run you a bath when we get back to the hotel,” he said, brushing a strand of hair that had come loose from her ponytail back behind her ear. She buried her face in the crook of his neck and nodded. Her cheeks were burning at the knowledge he’d be dripping out of her all the way back. Rodrigo kissed her on the side of her head and walked them back towards the dressing room. 

“C’mon, let’s go. I think they might have already gotten on the bus,” he said as he pushed the door open so they could retrieve their belongings. 

“Got that out of your system?” Diego asked when he spotted them outside of the stadium. She felt the blush spread to her chest at the knowledge everyone had heard them. She knew their relationship was the worst kept secret at the club. It was one thing for his teammates to tease them about it, but them knowing what they had just done was another and if she wasn’t absolutely certain the boys would riot, she’d fear losing her job over it. Rodrigo just nodded in reply to his manager as he helped her get onto the bus. She kept her eyes down, not daring to look at any of the players. He sat down next to her, taking the aisle seat. 

“Sleep, mi vida. I’ll wake you when we get there,” he said quietly, wrapping an arm around her.

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kissing a stranger

credit to @skipthesmalltalk for the gif x NEW YEAR PROMPTS Jan Oblak 2. Kissing a total stranger when the clock strikes 12.  “It’s almost 12, come on. So, who are you kissing?” your friends questioned you. As you shrugged, not exactly sure who seeing as everyone in your friendship group are currently in a relationship  “Oh come on, y/n. You need to kiss someone, what about him?” your friend pointed to the man who was nearest to you.  “Who?” you asked as you were confused as to who he was.  “It’s Jan, he is a footballer” she whispered as you nodded, still not getting why this was relevant.  “Go and talk to him, he is amazing and I feel that a kiss might come” he smirked as he pushed you over to him as you bumped straight into him.  “Hi, sorry about that” you smiled as you could feel your face going red with embarrassment.  “That’s okay, I am Jan. What’s your name?” he asked as he put his hand out for you to awkwardly shake it.  “I’m y/n” you smiled as you took his hand in yours.  “HAPPY NEW YEAR” you turned and jumped as everyone celebrated as the clock struck 12.  “Happy new year y/n” he smiles as he gives you a hug.  “Happy new year” as you leaned into him and kissed him gently.  “Oh” Jan blushed as he also wasn’t expecting that as you kissed him on the cheek.  “Sorry” you mumbled.  “No it is okay, I understand your friends probably wanted this to happen as I could hear them cheering” he laughed as you turned to the friends who turned around and avoided all eye contact.  “yeah they did, bit embarrassing right? but sorry again.” you smiled as you gave him a quick cuddle with him.  “I guess I’ll see you soon” you smiled and waved.  “Oh let’s exchange numbers?” you nodded as you gave Jan your number.  Taglist: @footballffbarbiex @football-and-fanfics @footballxixstars @odegaardsreds

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Single

credit to @stooped-dog​ for the gif x  Valentine’s Day Prompts  3. Single on Valentine’s Day  Jan Oblak  Word Count: 306 “Hi” you smiled as you were sitting at the front desk at the training ground. “Someone seems to be in a bad mood?” Jan noticed as he let out a little giggle. 

“No, me never” you laughed as you watched as the other boys came in. “What’s up?” he asked as you watched everyone looking so happy on this valentine’s day.  “Just feel bit sad that’s all, I have made 2 deliveries and I know there will be more flower deliveries. I hate being single when everyone else is in love” you shrugged, pouting away.  “Oh that is sad, don’t worry there is nothing being single today. It is only a day” he smiled, you could see he was trying his best to reassure you.  “Thank you Jan” you waved him off so he wasn’t too late for training.  - The day dragged completely as you spent most of the day listening to the girls talking about their dates constantly and what they were going to wear. You on the other hand couldn’t be anymore single and just needed to get away from the conversation. “Hey” you smiled as you bumped into Jan as he was walking out of the toilets.  “Wonder if you would like to join me tonight? Maybe a little get together for us both being single” Jan coughed, nervously.  “Oh, okay. So not a date?” you laughed as he smirked.  “It is whatever you want it to be darling ”he teased.  “Not sure what it is, but I like the idea. So yes I would like to” a smile grew immediately on Jan’s face as you agreed. “I’ll text you details” he smiled as you nodded in agreement. “See you then” you waved, turning back to head to the front desk with a smile on your face and your cheeks feeling flushed.  Taglist: @footballffbarbiex​ @percervall​ @mrseriksen​ @football-and-fanfics​ @simpingmyassoff​ @0alanasworld0​ @footballxixstars​

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The weather is finally getting colder and I don't know about you, but I'm craving cozy autumn fanfics. Feel free to send a prompt and who you'd like me to write about 😊 I usually write for Liverpool players, but I'm open to (almost) everyone

Getting caught in the rain Antoine Griezmann

Going for walks in the woods Kostas Tsimikas

Bonfires Marcos Llorente

Deciding on Halloween costumes

Watching scary films Trent Alexander-Arnold

Cuddling Mats Hummels

Going trick or treating Jordan Henderson or Virgil van Dijk

Cozy nights in Virgil van Dijk

Pumpkin spice lattes Jan Oblak

Muddy puddles

Bookstores & coffees Trent Alexander-Arnold

Decorating the house Kostas Tsimikas

Blackberry picking Mats Hummels

Baking (please add what you’d like them to bake)

Weekend getaway Fernando Torres