#roman bürki fluff

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I dropped off the face of the planet, I’m well aware and so I’m posting this now so it’s out of the way and taken care of.  The past 2 month so have been...well. It’s been something but meeting and hosting my beloved @iwriteficsandtragedies at my own home has made it all worthwhile. 

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Antoine Griezmann. Clairefontaine.  💦

Antoine Griezmann. Give In To Me.  💦

Antoine Griezmann. Riding Shotgun. Kink Bingo. 💦 ⚤

Antoine Griezmann. Law Of Attraction. 💦

Anyone You Want.  Adjust Your Halo. 💦❤️

Anyone You Want.  Marry Me. 🥀

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Paulo Dybala. Snowball Fights.  ❄️❤️

Roman Bürki. Neighbourhood Watch.    Pt 2.   💦

Roman Bürki. Summer Lovin’ 💦🍆

Roman Bürki. ABCs of... 💦❤️

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Antoine Griezmann. Always. 💦❤️ 🥀

Anyone You Want So...Teach Me.💦

Anyone You Want. Just A Taste. Vampire mini series. Patreon Only Series.  💦🫂

Eric Dier.  Baby, Sugar. Patreon Only Series until completion. 💶💦❤️

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Multi Players. Once Upon A Time. Disney tales AU. In the works... ❤️ 💦🫂

Oscar Mingueza Lost In Paradise.  Kink Bingo glory hole series. 💦🍆💼❤️

Oscar Mingueza. The Vow.🥀💦❤️

Roman Bürki. HEA. 💦👶🏻❤️

Roman Bürki. Remember Me.  🫂 🥀❤️

Ruben Dias  Speakeasy. (Unsure if Patreon Only Series) 💦❤️

To be decided who To Be Owned By You. 💦❤️

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[lxndonorris]

aftermath - Roman Bürki

Y/N x Roman Bürki

Theme: angsty fluff, fluffy angst (not too explicit)

Roman makes it up to you after having a fight x

word count: 1160+

tagging: @henrythickcavill​, @lawsandother​, @sunslittlesister​, @kngcleopatra​

The gloomy moonlight is nearly the only thing illuminating the streets of Dortmund and right now, you’re standing in front of one of your favorite clubs, holding yourself due to the cold wind swirling around your feet, legs, and hair. As if it isn’t already frustrating enough, everyone around you has the time of their life while you just hope to get home as soon as possible. After all, you felt like going out with one of your friends would be a nice distraction, after having a pretty harsh fight with your boyfriend Roman.

This morning, when you were grocery shopping, you were interrupted by two young girls, asking him for a selfie. Of course, he agreed and everything was okay until they started to flirt with him. You didn’t want to make a huge deal out of it in the store, but you couldn’t help yourself but notice that Roman was actually enjoying the attention he got. Back at home, you confronted him and one thing followed the other leading you to call your friend Rebecca to drink the pain away. However, she met a boy she liked and you felt like the third wheel. Nervously, you called Roman, asking him to pick you up. He agreed instantly and now you’re waiting for him, checking your phone one last time before you see his car pulling up right in front of you.

You take a few steps towards the car as the door jumps open, and you look at him, his facial expression shifting between tension and nervousness. “Hey, come in.” He says softly while you sit down, closing the door loudly, one way of venting your frustration. “Thanks for coming.” You say quietly, trying not to look at him too much. “Yeah, of course,” Roman says and the two of you head home. During the ride, both of you seem to be still mad at each other, with him cursing underneath his breath every time another driver does anything remotely annoying and you, sitting there with your arms crossed, looking at the streetlights, thinking about what to say.

After what feels like an eternity, you reach your apartment but before you can get out of the car, Roman turns to you and stops the engine. Still not looking at him, you hear him breathing deeply until he lets out a huge sigh. “Look.” He says softly, running a hand through his nicely done hair. Raising both of your eyebrows, you turn your head towards him, waiting for whatever he has to say. “Can we talk about what happened today?” Roman asks nervously, now scratching his arm through his jacket. “It’s okay, Roman. Really.” You say quietly, watching his whole body tensing again.

“Really? Cause it doesn’t feel like that.” He says, biting his lower lip. “Yeah, I’m still mad you know. But just let us go upstairs, I need to sleep.” You grunt deeply, and open the door, leaving Roman in the car. He stays in there for a few more seconds before you hear him locking it and walking a little further behind you. Together, you walk through the house, until you arrive in front of your apartment. You turn towards him, and without saying another word he opens the door and follows you inside. As soon as you get inside the hallway, you can hear music playing inside the living room, the air is filled with the faint scent of your favorite perfume and everything else seems a little odd.

Bewildered, you walk towards the door and open it, seeing the room decorated with more than a dozen little lights, some of them, formed into a big heart with something lying in between, an envelope. You turn around to look at Roman, but he is nowhere to be found. Confused, you take the envelope, open it, and find a hand-written letter.

“Dear Y/N,

I wanted to talk to you sooner but I didn’t find the right words to say and you know, that I am not that good at talking about my feelings. However, every time I look at you, your smile, your hair, or your eyes, there is no doubt about what I feel when you’re close to me. I wasn’t really thinking straight, and I should have reacted more understanding when you said that you were upset. That is on me, and I failed you. I cannot promise you that that will never happen again because I am stupid, but I can promise you that I will learn from today and not take you for granted. I am deeply sorry and hope you can forgive me. 

I love you.

Roman.”

Breathing heavily while you hold the letter in your shaking hands, you cannot help yourself and start sobbing quietly. “Roman-” You say loudly, turn around to see him standing behind you, a dozen red roses in his hands while he’s changed into one of his gorgeous, black-tailored suits. “I am so sorry.” He swallows hard and carefully takes a step towards you, his hands also shaking. “No, I am sorry.” You say, walking towards him and before he can say any other word, you hug him tightly, burying your face into his chest. At first, he seems to be surprised, but then, he embraces your hug and puts his hands around your back, resting his head against yours.

“You don’t have to be sorry. You did nothing wrong.” Roman says, gently stroking your back. “I did. I shouldn’t have been so mad, in the end, you did nothing wrong.” You say, your voice muffled by his suit jacket while a few tears start running down your cheeks. “I think we can agree on something.” He says softly, separates from you, and tenderly lifts your chin up with his hand. “It wasn’t our day.” The two of you share a quick laugh until he wipes your tears away with his thumb. “I didn’t mean to make you cry,” Roman says, his voice breaking slightly.

“It’s okay. That letter was just too sweet and I’m a little drunk.” You shrug and giggle once again. He smiles shyly while his hands run down your shoulders, your arms to your hands, intertwining his fingers with yours. “I really tried to tell you how much you mean to me.” You watch him tearing up now as well, before he wipes his own tears away, his face turning red immediately. Now, you lean into him and place one hand at his cheek, stroking his soft skin gently. “You don’t tell me how you feel, I know. I love you too.” You kiss him lovingly, right on to his lips.

Roman embraces your lips on him, and his hands squeeze yours tenderly. As soon as you separate from him, you fall back into his arms, hugging him tightly. “I love you.” He says and places another kiss on to your forehead, while he gently strokes your back. Together, you spend some more time cuddling before you head to bed.

[raphavarrane]

screw tradition! (marco asensio)

based off request from anon: Can you write a Marco Asensio imagine where he proposes to his longtime girlfriend?

PARINGS: marco asensio x OC (bella)

WARNINGS: pure fluff!

six years is a long time to be in love. marco thought, fiddling with the small black box in his hands.

when he met bella six years ago at a mutual friend’s party, marco knew that what he had with bella was something. a year of being young and messing with each other’s hearts passed, bringing them closer together. all of marco’s teammates (especially isco!) referred to bella as marco’s wife, even though the couple had never discussed or considered marriage.

it was night, at least marco guessed. ever since bella and him has arrived at isco’s party, he’d lost track of time. the streets of madrid were busy and the annoying hun of traffic played through isco’s home at suprisingly low volume. as marco walked through their isco’s house, he heard the distinctive laugh of his girlfriend.

marco imagined what it would be like. what it would be like to live this life forever; to be with the woman he loved forever and live out the rest of his life with bella by his side. and to watch as her chest rised against his own whilst she fell asleep. and to hear her ridiculous laugh every time he told a terrible joke.

bella was sat on the kitchen counter wearing one of marco’s t-shirts loosely hanging on her midriff and a pair of shorts, a bowl of strawberries with a beer bottle next to her exposed thigh. she was talking to isco’s wife, when her eyes landed upon marco’s. her eyes were another thing that he found beautiful about her; the small specks of gold in her dark brown eyes along with her unmistakable freckles dotted around her nose.

“i guess i’ll leave you two alone.” isco’ wife stated, taking it as her cue to leave.

bella sighed as isco’s wife left the kitchen, vacating the room which meant that marco and bella were finally alone.

“hello handsome.”

marco jumped slightly, not realising he had been out in a psychedelic trance by bella, who had only said two words. her normal straightened black hair cascaded down her shoulders in its natural curls (which was marco’s favourite hairstyle on bella) covered her deep dimples from the world. marco couldn’t hide his dumb smile as he approached his girlfriend, hiding the small black box behind his back. he knew that now wouldn’t be the right time and marco didn’t really want to ruin such a wholesome moment between them.

trying to fight off the small amount of alcohol in his system, marco positioned his body in between bella’s legs and rested his head on her shoulder. bella couldn’t deny that whenever she was in marco’s presence, a smile would instantly appear on her face. she knew it was wrong to be so emotionally attached to someone, especially with how dispensable people can be nowadays, but bella couldn’t help it. marco asensio was infectious, someone you couldn’t give up easily.

he was the man who would send bella massive bouquets of roses whenever he was away for a game, along with the occasional giant teddy bear. marco was the man who always listened to whatever she gave to say and always respected her boundaries.

marco would always make sure that she was alright emotionally, wanting to talk about everything and anything that could possibly worry bella. marco was just the perfect man and bella knew that she’d never met anyone like him in her lifetime.

bella started with a small kiss on his lips, allowing herself to savour the familiar taste. just as she was going for another delicate kiss, marco smashed his lips onto hers, not giving bella a second to breath. as they pulled apart, bella kept one hand on marco’s shoulder, allowing themselves to catch their breath.

“geez, someone’s in a good mood.” marco chuckled, before bella brought her lips onto his again.

bella hummed against his lips, using her free hand to run through marco’s hair lightly. marco relished for that feeling of contact between the two, using his arms to grab onto her hips and pull bella even closer to him. before the kiss could lead anywhere that wasn’t the kitchen, bella pulled away (much to the displeasure of marco) and grabbed a strawberry from the bowl.

“gosh, how can you manage to switch from sexy to cute in under a second?” marco stated, taking a bite of the strawberry bella had presented.

bella chuckled in reply, planting a delicate kiss on his cheek. nothing else mattered to her expect marco and she knew her boyfriend reciprocated the feeling. marco pulled bella into a hug, allowing themselves to escape into another world, completely forgetting about the people who were now flooding back into the kitchen. until her hand fell upon something hard (that wasn’t marco’s ‘friend’).

“marco, what’s this?”

in such a small amount of time, marco was quickly taken back down to the ground. in bella’s hand, was the small black box he had been carrying earlier. everyone in the room had gone silent, watching with baited breath at the scene that was unfolding. marco was speechless, which didn’t help him in the situation.

“marco, can you say something please?” bella whispered into his ear, stroking the side of his face.

the small strokes along his face brought down marco’s anxiety levels, reminding him that he wasn’t alone. as he stared into bella’s eyes, maroc could feel himself relaxing. bella has that effect in him; when marco would become stressed, bella would always be able to bring him back to a state of calm. marco rubbed the back of his neck, realising how awkward he made isco’s party.

he took the box from bella’s hand and got down onto one knee. but when he watched bella’s confused face become even confused, marco rushed back up to his feet, smoothing down his shirt. just as he was about to say anything, marco got heckled by one of his teammates.

“hurry up marco!”

marco looked over and glared at isco, who had received a slap around the back of the head from his wife. marco took another deep breath and finally said what he’d been waiting what seemed like a lifetime to say.

“i know you don’t like labels, so will you be my married-person-thing?”

marco could feel the oxygen levels drop in the room, his throat going dry and his palms becoming sweaty. bella pulled on his heartstrings even when she didn’t mean to. god, she was breathtaking.

“of course i’ll be your married-person-thing!”

at first, marco was shocked. he didn’t actually expect his very casual proposal to work but there he was, looking his fiancée in the eye. marco smiled, a stupidly happy smile crossed his face. he pulled bella into a sweet kiss, holding onto her face, wishing he’d never have to pull away.

the small diamond sparkled in the nightlight, but not like bella’s eyes. those eyes that he could fall in love with all over again and never get bored. marco would gladly stare into those beautiful eyes all day. but in that moment, marco could’ve sworn that he had found infinity in those deep brown eyes.

six years is a long time to be in love. marco thought.

but it’s worth it.

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[iwriteficsandtragedies]

Home For Christmas

Warnings: grief, loss of a parent

Christmas was your favorite time of year, but this one was different. It wasn’t your first Christmas away from home, but it was the first since your father had passed away and it was proving to be harder than you thought it would be. All the FaceTime in the world wasn’t enough to soothe the ache in your heart. Not even the smell of your grandmother’s apple pie, two of which were currently baking in the oven, made it feel like Christmas should feel.

Roman had tried to make it better. He hired someone to deck out the outside of the house with lights. He’d taken you to wonderful Christmas markets and helped you decorate inside with all the treasures you’d found, and he’d watched all your favorite movies with you. He had even brought you to all his away matches in recent weeks so you wouldn’t be home alone.

It did help. Just him making the effort was comforting. He had told you to go home - insisted, even - but this would be your first Christmas in the house you had bought together and you wanted to spend it with him. Now, though, it was Christmas Eve and he was at a charity event and you were home alone wondering if you could still catch a last-minute flight.

You missed your family so, so much. Right now your nieces and nephews were probably wrecking your mother’s living room, who only allowed her grandchildren to behave in such a way. Your sister would be griping about how she never even let the two of you drink water in there, and you would be joining in if you were there. Your uncles and brother-in-law would be hiding from the chaos on the back porch with beers. And the portrait of your father would be smiling down over all of you from the mantle. You’d feel his presence filling the home he’d built with your mother, so full of love and laughter.

You gave in to the tears, sobbing into the pillow you clutched to your chest. Your cries echoed in the empty house, which just made you cry harder. You had never felt so alone.

You heard Roman’s car in the driveway and you tried to pull yourself together. If he walked in on you upset like this he would never forgive himself. You wiped your eyes, hurrying to the bathroom to blow your nose and run some cold water over your face, but looking at yourself in the mirror there was no denying you’d been crying. He called out your name when he came inside, and you took a deep breath and went to greet him in the foyer.

“There’s my girl,” he said, digging into the bag he’d brought home. “Look, I brought you...” He saw your face, and dropped the bag to hold his arms open for you. “Oh, baby. Come here.”

You fell into his arms, your tears starting anew. “I’m sorry,” you sniffled. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m ruining Christmas. I just... I miss my dad.”

“I know,” he murmured, stroking your hair. “I know. It’s ok. Sssh, you’re not ruining anything. It’s ok.”

He held you until you calmed down. You dried your eyes again, taking a few more deep breaths. “Ugh, no more crying. It’s Christmas Eve, dammit.”

He laughed. “That’s the spirit. Now look at these.” He dug back into the bag and pulled out two pairs of slippers with giant reindeer heads, complete with blinking noses.

“Oh my god, where did you find these?” You squealed with delight, reaching for your pair and slipping them onto your feet. You danced around, and shrieked when you realized they jingled too. “Roman, these are amazing!”

He beamed at you. “They were giving them away at the party. I thought you’d like them.” He bent to put his on and the two of started to stomp around the house, blinking and jingling and crying with laughter.

The oven timer beeped, and through your giggles you told him to go pick out a Christmas movie while you got them put away for tomorrow’s dinner. When you joined him on the couch, he tucked you under the blanket beside him and you snuggled into him.

“Oh, I love this one,” you sighed.

“Your mom sent it to me, with strict instructions to watch it tonight.”

You smiled, your eyes watering. “We always watch it on Christmas Eve.”

Roman squeezed you a little tighter. “We’ll go home to your mother’s next Christmas, yeah?”

You looked up at him. “No. My home is with you. This one was just... hard.”

“I know. I miss him too.”

You stretched your neck up to kiss him. “Merry Christmas, Roman.”

He smiled down at you. “Merry Christmas.”

[emwritesfootball]

Blurb Weekend Masterlist: 29-30 May 2021

Sander Berge 1. Morning Cuddles 2. First Date 3. Learning Each Other [smutish] 4. Wedding Night [smutish] 5. Making Breakfast 6. Getting Ready

Martin Ødegaard 1. Holiday Smut [smut] 2. Getting Papped 3. Mirror Selfies 4. Spit In Your Mouth [smut]

Serge Gnabry 1. Reward [smut]

Kieran Tierney 1. Neck Kisses [smutish]

Erling Haaland (Fluff Only) 1. Soft Holiday 2. Independent 3. Nightmare 4. Pretty 5. No One Around 6. Bath Together 7. Telling Him Off 8. Meeting His Family 9. Outfit Choices 10. Pillow Talk

Douglas Luiz 1. Out of the Shower

Matty Cash 1. Late Night Drive

Tom Davies 1. Fingers Through His Hair [smut]

Christian Pulisic 1. Confident Dom [smut] 2. Cuddles

Joe Gomez 1. Dominatrix [smut] 2. Ice Play [smut]

Kai Havertz 1. Washing His Hair

Roman Bürki 1. Younger

Dele Alli 1. Out In Public [smut]

Calum Chambers 1. Fake Nails

Anyone 1. "Your nipples are sensitive today"

[sanjithesimp]

The Club - Roman Bürki (VIII)

If you haven’t read the other parts:

Part 1 X , Part 2 X  , Part 3  X  , Part 4  X , Part 5 X , Part 6 X , Part 7 X

Note: This is NSWF and kind of fluff , enjoy guys!!

We were now in our house, though I still called it Roman’s house...because in fact it was as he bought everything inside it, and the place..obviously, but he insisted I called it my house too.

-.Ok so now we can actually fuck as much as we want..- Roman said, a wide smile was traced in his face.

-.You are unbelievable...- I said looking at him, laughing.

-.What??, you were the one who wanted to go upstairs...in Marco’s house.- he said, and I had to admit...that it was all because of me, but I wouldn't say anything else.

-.Well, what are you waiting for.- I said, biting my lip and getting closer to him.

His eyes were fixed in mine.

-.This time, I want this to be special...I want to make love to you, Y/N .- his words were true and pure, I could see it, and I knew that this was no joke, he placed a kiss in my forehead.

Roman took my hand and we went upstairs were our room was.

We started kissing, this time it was all slow, his hands moving in my body were gentle, we walked all the way to the bed...and we laid in there. This time I was on top of him, his hands now in my waist.

His kisses are warm and tender, making it more enjoyable, not that the rough sex we have had is not enjoyable, but this time it was different.

-.I love you, Y/N.- Roman whispered in my lips.

-.I love you, Roman.- that wide smile that I loved appeared in his face again.

We started taking our clothes off, until we were completely naked...and the night made our bodies shine with the moonlight.

Roman touched every inch of my skin, as if I was a precious sculpture...so careful and gentle, almost as if he was delighted by my body or at least that is what I thought when I touched him, his tattoos were my addiction, looking at them, at every trace of ink...it was a work of art.

As he traveled all over my body, leaving small kisses and some marks in my body...I know wanted him in me.

-.Ro, I want you...- I said, my voice was weak, but mostly because I was eager to feel him again.

He positioned and he then pushed his dick in me, both of us letting out a moan full of pleasure, then he started thrusting slowly in and out as he kissed my neck.

Now I fully understood when someone took you to paradise, because Roman definitely did that.

A few more kisses later we both came, and then laid in bed with the moon to light up the room, then I snuggled in Roman’s chest.

-.I love you so much, and I will never stop loving you Y/N, don't ever forget it.- his words were beautiful, almost making me burst into tears.

-.I love you too Roman, I will never forget it...never.- I didn't  realized how tired I was so as soon as I finished that sentence I fell asleep.

[burkithebee]

Roman Bürki/Erik Durm Imagine.

Often, after the matches, the team loved being together around a table for share a diner or play to FIFA with some beers and chips. The team just loved to laugh and talk together. They were a family.

That night, they all were at Roman's house because he was the only one to have a room which was made especially to be a private movie theater. It was a huge room, very spacious and murky, creating the right vibes to watch a movie. In the room, it was not real seats in velvet like in a real movie theater but Roman had installed some benches which were comfortable and soft. There also was much pillows of differents sizes and colors and also fleece blankets.

Most of the players were in pairs, on the benches. There was friends like Lukasz and Mortiz in a corner and the lovers like Marco and Mats in an another corner.

Shinji smiled like a child, doing fly the little popcorn in the air, trying to catch them in his mouth. Ilkay smirked when he saw him, nodding his head from the right to the left.

'You're a kid.' 'Yeah and what? You don't like me like that?' Asked Shinji, munching roughly the sweet popcorn.

Ilkay couldn't keep a laugh, weeling one of his arm around the neck of the Japonese to keep him near his body.

Marco was with Mats, his head onto the tanned thighs of the dark guy. A fleece blanket around his body, he looked at his boyfriend and frowned.

'What's Roman doing? I want to watch the movie !' 'You just want that I touch you under the blanket in the dark.'

Marco's cheeks turned in a pink color while he tried to say something to explain himself but Mats laughed and put one of his fingers against his thin lips to shut his mouth. Mats smiled a lot before lean his chest to him to put a soft and wet kiss onto Marco's mouth.

Gonzalo and Marcel were on their back, on the floor, in front of the large stretch wall, playing with their phone. Gonzalo raised his voice, smiling.

'Roman ! Are you touching yourself or what?'

Erik laughed a little bit at his words while he installed himself on the bench which was against the wall in front of the strecth wall. A bowl of popcorn in one of his hand, his laptop into the other, he came into the room while a noise of satisfaction from his teammates was heard. Roman laughed, nodding his head.

'You're serious guys? I'm not the Messie !' Argued Roman. 'No, you right. Messi is in Barcelone !' Said Auba, proud of his bullshit.

Roman imitated a laugh, a fake laugh, putting his ass next to Erik, according him a bright smile.

'Erverything's okay?' Asked Roman.

Erik felt his cheeks turn to red, smiling a little bit. Roman made always that sensation in him. So Erik shook positively his head with a shy smile, recovering his body with one of the blankets which were ready.

'What do you want to watch guys?'

Marco raised his body, turning his head to the Swiss.

'The Transporter!' Eclaimed he. 'And what about Notting Hill?' Added Mats.

And everyone turned his head to him.

'Are you serious ?' Asked Julian who was on Auba's thighs. 'We're not a group of girls Mats.' Laughed Lukasz.

Mats grumbled, crossing his arms onto his torso. Marco bit his lowerlip when he saw the grumpy face of Mats. A little laugh dropped from his mouth and he came to snuggle his body in the hollow of Mats' arms.

'But you're my girl.. My marshmallow heart..'

Mats couldn't keep his grumpy face, taking his lover into his arms and between his legs to be more better installed for watch the movie.

All the guys were in arching about what they were going to watch tonight. Some of them wanted the classic blockbusters like the Transporter, Transformers or the Fast and Furious, the others wanted horror movies.

Roman didn't know what he was going to chose so he finally turned his head toward the little german who was near his body, under a thick blanket.

'And you? What do you want?'

Erik opened his mouth, who was taken short by his question. Then, he simply shrugged his shoulder, incipient his words.

'I.. I don't know. As you want..' 'But you see that they're not agree with each others.' Laughed Roman.

Erik bit the interior of his cheeks, leaning his body to the laptop of Roman which was onto his thighs.

'Hm.. I think this is great.' Said Erik. 'This? So, okay, guys! This will be Rec tonight!' 'Nooooo! I wanted the Transporter !' Cried out Marco. 'But you can't have all you want in your life, Marco !'

Marco pulled out his tongue to Julian who had an arm around Auba's neck, that one laughing at this reaction.

Roman took the telecommand of the overhead projector which was hooked to the ceiling. The goalkeeper pushed the button on, letting his tongue come between his dry lips. Erik looked at him, looked at his whole movements Roman was so impressive. He was tall, with large shoulders. He had the anatomy, the stature of a great athlet. A great goalkeeper.

A digital image appeared onto the stretch wall, a blue image before showed the wallpaper of the laptop of Roman. It was a picture of them while they were in Dubaï, before the debut of the half part of the season.

Auba laughed, pointing his fingers to the picture which was projected on the stretch wall.

'Look at your face Julian! You scare!'

Julian raised his eyebrows, turning his head to the Gabonese.

'Oh you sure? Really? I'm going to really scare you and after you'll go to sleep into the couch tonight.'

Auba bit his lips and tightened a little bit more his strong arms around Julian body.

' But babe.. I kidding..' 'No, you don't! I know you by heart!' 'Cool, a domestic scene!' Said Shinji, pressing his body against that of Ilkay.

Gonzalo rolled his body on the left to climb on the back of Marcel who was onto his belly, his chin on his arms. Gonzalo put some little and wet kisses onto his neck, smiling. Lukasz looked at them, letting out a sigh. The most of his friends were with their boys and his, Kuba, was not here. Moritz noticed that because he was in the same case because Leo was not here too and that was not like if Köln was not too far away from Dortmund. So Moritz gave a nudge into Lukasz' arm, who was watching the wallpaper of his phone; Kuba and him.

'Hey, you're not alone. I'm here.' Smiled Mortiz. 'But you're not Kuba..' 'It's right but I'm your friend and you can count on me, you know?'

Unless looked at that huge smile on the face of Moritz. He was cute with him, really. So, he installed him at his place, putting a blanket onto his thighs and that ones of Moritz.

Roman took back his laptop and clicked onyo his movie file to set Rec in motion. Then, he put his laptop near him, at the good of the bench. The sound was loud, thanks to the home cinema. They could feel the good vibrations of the sound which passed by their feet and spread into their body.

Erik passed his tongue between his lips, while he raised his knees to his chest, weeling his arms around his legs. He put his chin against his kneecaps, letting out a sigh. The eyes into the stretch wall, Erik could feel something which was moving at his right side, where Roman was. So Erik didn't move, looking at him from the corner of his eyes.

Roman watched the movie, visibly concentrated because he absolutely didn't look at Erik.

Erik began to believe that he was not Roman's type but he thought he was anyway. After all, it was Mats had said. Erik felt a little bit uncomfortable, he didn't know how to install him so he stay like that, in a weird position.

Roman, at his turn, looked at Erik who was at the same time near and away from him. He wanted to touch him, take him against go chest, into his arms and put his head against one of his shoulders.

Roman gnawed the nail of his thumb, juggling between Erik and the stretch wall with his gaze. Finally, and a little bit hesitating, Roman passed an arm behind the back of Erik, on the back of the seat. He didn't want that Erik repels him. But, slowly, he leaned his body toward Erik, putting a hand against one of Erik's thighs.

Erik jumped a little bit on himself, lowering his gaze to that hand, under the blanket, which was onto his thigh. He was seriously trying to touch his thighs? In him, Erik was taken by the hysteria, jumping, screaming and running everywhere. But in the exterior, Erik had no expressions on his pretty face. He was impassive.

'What are you doing?' Asked Erik in a whisper.

Roman half-opened his mouth at the question of Erik. So, that bothered him? The quickly, Roman pulled out his hand, placing it between his dark and soft wicks.

'Nothing.'

And he put again his eyes on the movie. Erik wanted to beat his head. Seriously? 'what are you doing?'

'No, no Roman.. I mean..'

Roman turned slowly his Swiss face to Erik, looking at him. If they were in an anime, Roman will probably have a question mark near his head. Erik took a deep breath and relaxed his body, approaching his to that of Roman.

'I mean.. It's okay. I like it. I was just.. surprised. You know?'

Erik could see a bright smile which grew into Roman's face, that one taking Erik against his body. Erik felt the pressure of the impressive and imposing stature of Roman around his body. A sigh of satisfaction went out from his mouth when he felt that feeling. That was pleasant and so reassuring.

Erik was so good at that moment, expiring of happiness. The tattooed arms of Roman were wound around Erik's chest, his neck against Roman's torso. The little German could put the back of his head onto Roman's large shoulder, watching the movie. With his fingers, Erik caressed the first part of the right arm of Roman, scratching a little bit his nails against his soft skin.

He could feel a shiver which ran along skin, couldn't retain himself to look at the swiss, spreading saliva onto his dry thin lips by his tongue. Roman was concentrated, at least he seemed to be when he felt the look of Erik on him, he whispered in a smile.

' Why you look at me like that?' 'I... I don't know.. Maybe because..' 'Because what?'

Roman asked that question, putting his eyes onto the face of Erik. He saw his cheeks, turning to a red and bright colour. Their faces were so closed, their breath mixing together. A kind of tension grew between the two players. The lips of the German began to fall apart while Roman raised a hand to one of Erik's cheeks. His skin was burning under the top of his fingers, but it was a sweet burning.

Erik wanted him so much. I wanted his lips, his mouth, his breath against his tongue. 'God. He's so gorgeous..' thought he.

'Erik?'

That one stopped to fix his mouth and looked at him in the eyes, holding his breath.

'Yes, Roman?' 'Erverything will be okay.' 'What..? Why you say that..?' 'Because I feel that you tremble.'

Erik frowned a moment, looking at his body. Oh shit, why he was shaking like that?

'I'm just... Cold.'

And the Swiss did run his thumb against Erik's lower lip, smiling.

'So, I'm gonna warm you up.'

Erik didn't have the time to answer something that he felt the warm mouth of Roman against his. 'Fuck'. Erik closed his eyes, his eyelashes beat the air with it while one of his hand ran between the dark wicks of the goalkeeper. The kiss was slow and soft. Erik's body stop to shake on himself, the arms of Roman were more tightened around the body of the defender.

Their tongues began to met each others. At first, Erik was hesitating and shy, touching his wet muscle. Erik feel a thousand butterflies into his belly, agitating their wings in all directions. It was the first time that he felt that. It was a new sensation for him, even if he already kissed boys before.

The kiss began to be more sensual, with more passion, more ardor. That was a real kiss. A real kiss with the man that I wanted since a long time, since the day that they met. Erik just cut the kiss for a little moment, blowing against wet and half open lips of Roman.

'Never stop kissing me. Never.'

And Roman smiled, whispered.

'Never.'

PS; HI EVERYONE ! This is an old os from me that I posted in AO3 but I’ve decide to poste here also, that would be nice to have some advice from you guys. IF YOU HAVE SOME REQUEST OF STORIES I CAN TAKE THEM, JUST SEND ME A MESSAGE AND LET ME KNOW WHAT DO YOU PREFERE ! 

[ao3feedmarcoreus]

Instant Parents - Mistakes and Accidents

by FootballerInDreams

Soon...

Words: 142, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Football RPF

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Christian Pulisic, Felix Passlack, Original Female Character(s), Marco Reus, Julian Weigl, Roman Bürki, Marcel Schmelzer, Marc Bartra, Mikel Merino

Relationships: Felix Passlack/Christian Pulisic, Christian Pulisic/Original Female Character

Additional Tags: Angst, Smut, Cheating, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Fluff

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[wanderluststhings]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Football RPF Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Marc Bartra/Sergi Roberto Characters: Sergi Roberto, Marc Bartra, Dani Alves, Lionel Messi, Roman Bürki, Erik Durm, Gerard Piqué, Paulo Dybala Additional Tags: Blood Allusions, Reunions, Romantic Reunions, Male Friendship, Attack Aftermath, POV First Person, Romantic Fluff, Romantic Gestures Series: Part 3 of Absolute Beginners Summary:

Following the Borussia Dortmund bus attack and Marc Bartra’s subsequent injuries, Sergi Roberto finds himself in the German city, facing matters he and Marc hadn’t questioned before about their relationship, as well as his own place in a world that has very recently crowned him a hero- and might need him again.

[oliw333ia-blog]

I was tagged by @thfc-trash  rules: answer all questions, add one question of your own and tag as many people as there are questions. coke or pepsi: pepsi disney or dreamworks: disney coffee or tea: coffee books or movies: books windows or mac: windows dc or marvel: dc xbox or playstation: Well i don’t have either of them so i can’t really pick  dragon age or mass effect: Dragon age night owl or early riser: neither of them i’m like in between (tired all the time)  cards or chess: cards chocolate or vanilla:  chocolate vans or converse: vans are my favorites (i have too many shoes tbh)  although converse are more comfortable lavellan, trevelyan, cadash, or adaar: idk  fluff or angst: angst beach or forest: forest ( i hate beach because i can’t swimm)  dogs or cats: cats clear skies or rain: rain   cooking or eating out: eating out spicy food or mild food: spicy halloween/samhain or solstice/yule/christmas: Christmas  would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot: a little too cold  if you could have a superpower, what would it be: talking to animals and understanding them would be great but people would probably thing i’m weird or something animation or live action: both paragon or renegade: paragon baths or showers: baths team cap or team ironman: team cap? fantasy or sci-fi: fantasy  do you have three or four favourite quotes? If so what are they?: i don’t really have favorite guotes beside Troye Sivan’s : i spend 99% of my life on my laptop and I’m not even sure what i do on my laptop ( I’ve never related to something more than to this)  youtube or netflix:Youtube harry potter or percy jackson: harry potter  when you feel accomplished: At school when i say something that’s right and nobody else knew it star wars or star trek:  star trek paperback books or hardback books: paperbacks (Hardbacks are expensive and i’m poor)  horror or rom-com?:horror  to live in a world without literature or music: idk i can’t pick one it’s too hard  pastel colors or dark colors: both tv shows or movies:tv shows all the way (I don’t remember the last time i watched and enjoyed a movie)  city or countryside: it depends bc city is nice when you want to go shopping bc it’s close but countryside is also nice bc it’s calm (My parents have a holiday house in the countryside and the internet doesn’t work there so i will probably pick city)  If any other zodiac sign could describe you, what would it be:  idk i’m fine with my own (Taurus)  If you could only listen to one album for the rest of your life what would it be?: A fever you can’t sewat out (Panic! at the disco)  cinema or theatre?: cinema If you could be any fictional character’s best friend, who’d you be?:yuri plisetsky so i will see Victor and Yuri all the time  are you an ‘all or nothing’ type or are you more consistent?: i’m not really all or nothing but i’m more that then consistent travelling or staying at home?: traveling If you could have a meal with three people, alive and dead, who would you choose?:   Marc-André ter Stegen,  Rafael Alcântara and  Artur Jędrzejczyk favourite sports team?: Borussia Dortmund and Arsenal Paris or London?: London knitting or crocheting: Crocheting My questions: If you could live someone’s life for one day who would you be:  Roman Bürki because everyone likes him and i will finally know how it feels to be hot

I want to tag @maxmeyerwife @skamisako @prince-dybala and @alessialovestheinternet 

[raphavarrane]

forever and always (marco asensio)

based off request: Can you write a Marco Asensio imagine where he gets badly injured during a match?

PARINGS: marco asensio x you (the reader)

WARNINGS: swearing!

marco hated hospitals. they held bad memories for him and every time he came to one, he could feel the wounds being opened all over again. the beeping of the machines, the cries of family members and the overall feeling of dread that hung over the building was enough to make marco curl up in anxiety.

then he saw you, the light in his darkness, the one constant that will he would never let change. you were asleep in a seemingly uncomfortable position on the hospital chair, keeping one hand on his. you had that cashmere jumper on that he bought you last christmas, unconsciously rubbing it against your skin. in so much chaos, you made peace in marco’s heart.

stupidly, marco tried to move, which made a loud groan of pain to escape his lips. you shot up out of your seat, scared that something might’ve happened to your fiancé.

“babe, what are you doing?” you sleepily asked, taking ahold of his hand.

visually, marco was in pain. but he’d never let himself look like he was in pain because then he’d only worry you.

“i was about to ask you the same thing.” he replied, running his finger along your engagement ring.

for a moment, you both stayed silent, not wanting to talk about what happened. marco remembered pieces of what had happened: the crunch sound his ankle made, the medical team putting his body in the stretcher, the well wishes of his teammates & his barcelona opponents and his fiancée’s whimpers as he got whisked away in an ambulance.

marco also remembered the hours before, where he proposed. it was everything he wanted it to be; in front of the madrid sunset by the beach with a beautiful view and a beautiful girl. everything he ever wanted...

to be injured in an el classico game absolutely destroyed marco. marco was never really worried about getting injured because it had never happened before; which is why when this happened, he broke. he wasn’t mentally or emotionally ready to deal with not playing football and eventhough he wasn’t ready to admit it, you could tell by how glassy marco’s eyes were.

luckily, the bed was big enough for the both of you. marco knew he probably shouldn’t, should he aggravate his doctor or his injury but he couldn’t care less. he just needed to be with his girl. slowly, marco scooter along the bed, giving you enough room to lay next to him. you rested your head against his chest, listening to his calming heartbeat.

small tears started to fall down his face and that started to break you. marco cried every once in a while, but it was a rarity and when he did show vulnerability, it made him even more admirable. he tried to wipe them away but you stopped him, taking ahold of his hand and kissing it.

“hey, they’ll be other classicos.” you stated, wiping away his tears.

“i know, i know.” he whispered, trying to fight back the tears that appeared on his cheeks.

marco calmed down with you by his side, letting all his emotions spill in your presence. in silence, you allowed marco to release everything he had been feeling in front of you. that was another plus in your relationship, in vulnerable moments, nothing has to be said.

after a while, marco took your hand and kissed your engagement ring, letting you know how much he loves you. how he’d never be able to live without you by his side. marco knew that the rehab would be tough and that there would be some days when he’d want to give it all up. but with you, marco knew he could go through hell & back... and still make it out alive. because forever and always, means forever and always.

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[ao3feed-football]

It's summer time, baby

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/2mMlfqS

by Liffis

Roman gets out of the pool and flirts with his boyfriend. That's it. That's the fic.

Words: 435, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Like ice in the sunshine

Fandoms: Football RPF

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen, M/M

Characters: Roman Bürki, Yann Sommer

Relationships: Roman Bürki/Yann Sommer

Additional Tags: Fluff, Summer Vacation, Shmoop

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/2mMlfqS

[emwritesfootball]

Writing: 27 July 2021

* All Times UK

8a - Domestic Fluff | 8 with Dele Alli

12n - Dialogue / Situation / Setting | 8 with Roman Bürki

4p - Kisses | 19 with Sander Berge

[burkithebee]

IBIZA VIBES | Part one.

Pair | Roman Bürki x OWC (original woman character)

Category | fluff and smut

The night was warm, the vacationers were all out, enjoying the life, parties that the hotel offered. Ibiza was one of the most coveted places in the world for the summer with it's parties, beaches, blue water and sunshine. Everyone dreamed of going there at least once in his life and that could be understood. 

This was no longer the case for Roman, it was the second consecutive time that he set his feet in Ibiza with his friends and he still appreciated this place. It was the best place he could get to empty his head, think about anything than work, have fun and meet new people. It was what he searched more than anything, to become a normal person again during a week, not to be the famous goalkeeper of the German international club which he was playing for.

Roman opened his eyes again after thinking about it, his luck to be there with his friends, the people that he really liked. It was not given to everyone, to have good people at his side. Roman looked around him; Daniel was playing the idiot in front of the girls, just to impress them while Nicolas was on his phone to film, for instagram, the show that was taking place at the hotel that night. 

All of that amused him, made him smile. All that week he hadn't stopped laughing, smiling, making the imbecile, the seducer, the dragger, the reveler. This had been few days which was rich in experiences and emotions. Tonight was the night before the last time so it was still time to enjoy all of this atmosphere. 

Roman looked around him, his glass of alcohol in his large hand. He moved slightly on the rhythm of the music, watching the people around them, around him. Roman looked without looking too much. Perhaps he was going to run into someone? On THE person? It was an outgoing idea straight from a fairy account but why not? That was not only women who could dream of the great meet of the life, the one and only. 

The music was strong, covering people's voices, and Roman was obliged to scream and get close to the ears of his friends so that he could talk to them and they could hear him. It wasn't really practical, but it was like that. Roman had leaned towards Nicolas, who was dancing with his glass in his hand. 

'Did you find someone for tonight?'

Laughing, Nicolas raised his head towards him, shaking it a little. 

'Not yet! We have time! And you?' 

Roman had concentrated to hear what his friend was telling to him. 

'No. There are only sluts. It's distressing, seriously.' 

At his words, Nicolas raised his eyes to the sky for a moment. Roman was the kind of person who complain about the girls who were there. They were not very presentable, spread their thighs in the same evening, laughed loudly and did everything to get noticed by people and especially guys. It was the kind of girls that Roman didn't like, but when he wanted emptying his balls, he was less difficult. But tonight, he obviously wanted something different, something that usually changes. 

'You have to stop being romantic! Especially here! This is not there that you will meet the woman of your life! You are more likely to find her in Dortmund than in Ibiza! ' 

What Nicolas said was not particularly false. The women here were on vacation, they wanted to chill, to let go, to drink, to meet people and not to be in a relationship with someone. Or just for few days, to fuck all night long. That wasn't what Roman wanted either. He just wanted to cross the road of a pretty and good girl. 

Maybe this evening ? Roman hoped for it in the depths of him, secretly. He said nothing, stayed in his corner, playing with the straw in his glass and with the mint leaves of his coktail until.. 

Slowly, Roman had turned his head towards a young woman that he had followed with his eyes, purely by chance, without really looking at her, he had let himself be carried away by the movement. She was there. At few meters from him. 

Roman slipped a hand into his hair, as to take care of himself while he looked at the young girl. She didn't laugh loudly like the others, she just smiled. Even from the distance, Roman could feel that she had a beautiful smile. She was discreet, compared to her friends. She didn't seem to participate to the euphoria of the party but he could feel her presence. How could she attract his attention like that? By nothing ? 

Roman couldn't look anywhere else, he was staring at that little bit of woman who was laughing discreetly at the situation as she pulled one of her strand of hair behind her ear, almost timidly. This gesture made Roman shiver, strangely. 

He was completely hypnotized. 

She was small, she had shapes, under that little fluid and white dress she wore. She had short dark hair, a little bit over her shoulders. They were a bit wavy, as if she were coming back from a day to the beach. Roman would liked to come closer, to see her face, to see her eyes, but suddenly, all the confidence that he had in him had literally flown away. 

He, the great Roman Bürki, rediscovered this feeling of being afraid to talk to a woman? It was absurd but Roman felt she was not like other women. She had something more than the others, he could felt it. He couldn't be wrong. 

Daniel watched for a moment his friend who was turned towards the people who was not in VIP, not like them, behind the safety cord. Roman didn't move and Daniel tried to see what Roman was looking at, but he wasn't able to know, so he approached his friend, slowly. Arriving at his height and seeing that Roman hadn't noticed his presence, Daniel gave him a slight nudge into the arm. Roman jumped a little at this gesture, immediately lowering his eyes to Daniel who was giving him an amused and malicious smile. 

'What are you looking like that?' 

'Uhu.. Well..' 

Daniel, waiting, looked at Roman, then the people, without understanding the trick. He nodded a little his head as he urged him to speak. 

´Well..?' 

Roman turned his head quickly to the young woman who was still there. For a moment, he had been afraid of losing her. Then, Roman passed an arm over Daniel's shoulders, pulling him gently against him so that he could be brought to near the point where he could see the little brunette. 

'The girl there, with the white dress and short hair.' 

'With the tattoo in the back? ' 

'The what..?' 

A tattoo? What tattoo? Roman raised his head a little better to be able to look at her again. She showed her back, this time. For God's sake. The first time that Roman had laid his eyes on her, he had been simply attracted by her face, her charisma. He had not taken the time to look at her in her entirety. He had not taken the time to look at his body. What a mistake... 

She wore a white dress with thin shoulder straps on her tanned shoulders, open in the back, stopping in the hollow of her loins, revealing her skin but not too much, not to show everything. It was not vulgar, it was really sensual. Her back had a beautiful natural arch and the opening of her dress was so elegant that it even allowed to see these two dimples that creased her skin, above her buttocks. 

Roman had detailed everything before concentrating on this huge piece that covered the skin of her back. What a job his tattoo artist had to spend many hours on, especially because there were colors. Roman could not see the details. He wanted more. 

Daniel, who had raised his head to Roman, put a hand against his belly before gently tapping on it, smiling. 

'Go talk to her!' 

'I can't .. Look at her .. She's just too pretty. She'll take me for an asshole ! I have the physical of this kind of guy who fucks all the girls he meets! ' 

A laugh escaped from Daniel's lips as he rubbed is hand over his face. Daniel and Roman knew each other since they were children. Daniel knew Roman perfectly and saw him in this state when they were younger. Danial was amused because it had been a few years that he had not seen him being intimidated by a woman. Mediatization, playing in front of the greatest stadiums in the world, it had made him gain more confidence in him. But there .. It was back to the starting point! 

'Don't be so shy Roman! I've rarely seen you like that! You just have to go to see her, ask her how she goes and tell her to join us, it's not complicated! ' 

Roman looked at Daniel, a little septic. Was it going to work? The young woman seemed to have her feet on the ground. It was risky to come and ask her to come to a part which is reserved to the rich. Because that was what it was, the VIP, a place reserved for the rich or those who could afford a table and dozens of drinks. Finally, with his eyes still on her, Roman watched her drinking with her friends. And if he didn't dare, what was going to happen? Roman was going to miss a golden opportunity. Then he had to take his courage with both hands and join her. 

And that's what he did.

I hope you like it and enjoy this little first part for introduce my first fic on tumblr ! The amazing idea comes from @buerki-baby and I want to thanks her for that and for letting me put some words onto her imagination ! Feedback would be appreciated about this first part and I'm curious to see what you can think about all of what I write ! ♥

[ao3feedmarcoreus]

Voces en el lago.

by thatawesometomate

La Eurocopa se acercaba y el parón internacional había llegado por fin para Shkodran Mustafi después de una larga y penosa temporada de su equipo. La competición internacional iba a ser como un soplo de aire fresco para el defensa central pero todo tuvo que torcerse. Los ataques de gente enloquecida se suceden, dejando decenas de muertes y desaparecidos a su paso por Europa. ¿Que hará Shkodran, atrapado en Alemania, cuando su compañero de equipo, Mathew Ryan, le llame aterrado desde Valencia durante uno de estos ataques? Una cosa está clara, hará lo imposible para proteger a sus amigos sin importar qué o quién se interponga en su camino.

Apocalipsis Zombie AU.

Words: 1484, Chapters: 1/?, Language: Español

Fandoms: Football RPF

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: M/M, Multi

Characters: Shkodran Mustafi, Mathew Ryan, Santi Mina, Jaume Domènech, Mario Götze, Marco Reus, Marc-André ter Stegen, Christoph Kramer, Thomas Müller, Manuel Neuer, Other Character Tags to Be Added, Rodrigo Moreno, Josá Luís Gayà, Diego Alves, Paco Alcácer

Relationships: Shkodran Msutafi/Mathew Ryan, Jaume Domènech/Santi Mina, Mario Götze/Marco Reus, Benedikt Höwedes/Mats Hummels, Christoph Kramer/Manuel Neuer, Roman Bürki/Erik Durm, Erik Durm & Julian Draxler & Matthias Ginter, Bernd Leno/Marc-André ter Stegen, Other Relationship Tags to Be Added

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Zombie Apocalypse, Angst, Fluff, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Blood and Violence, Non-Graphic Smut, Valencia CF, German National Team, FC Bayern München, Borussia Dortmund, Other Football Teams, Character Death

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