#fifawc

[bl00dless31]

I know people were rooting for Norway because Haaland’s a BEAST of a man, but they also took all the funds that they made from their game against I*real and donated it to camps in Gaza. On top of that, Haaland refused to say the word “I*real” after the game. Utter legends man.

Im grieving this team so badly 💔😿

[savinggracee]

˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ 𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙮𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙡, 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪.

pairing: lamine yamal x reader

summary: your boyfriend promises he’d win for you.. and he did.

warnings: 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛, 𝙪𝙜𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙝𝙝 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙠, short 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙮 𝙗𝙚𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙚

all week, lamine’s kept the act up.

the one that screamed, “i’m not nervous.” or, “trust i’m nonchalant.” but you? oh you saw right through it.

i mean, who wouldn’t be nervous! worldcup finals, that’s something big.

it was late, hotel silent. expect for the sound of you and lamine’s whispers.

“you gonna win for me?” you hushed, full body weight ontop of him as he kept his hands on your waist.

“yes.” lamine replied, simple, sure.

“promise me— if you do i’ll give you a prize.” you teased with a smile.

“a prize, hm?” lamine asked, eyebrows raised in amusement.

his expression made you giggle, he always made you laugh in general.

“mhm.. can’t tell you, gotta win for me first.” you whispered, inching closer toward his face.

the moon crept higher, you eyes studying lamine’s exhausted face, eyes low, that soft smirk never left his face even when he drifted off.

quiet determination before even stepping on the pitch.

the stadium roared, you didn’t get to see lamine that much before he made his appearance on screen. but a simple glance from the field was enough for you.

keyne sat sound beside you, playing with the bracelets on your wrist as you nervously watched.. your heart raced, you almost felt sick.

to others it might’ve been a boring game, it was 0-0 almost the entire time.. but for you, it just built more anxiety.

but it wasn’t until the 106th minute ferran scored a winning goal for spain, 1-0.

you jumped out of your seat, clapping with the sweetest grin on your face, keyne jumped around beside you, and of course you hoisted him into your arms, it was a crowd celebration!

“keyne— lami won!” you soothed cheerfully into keyne’s ear, bouncing him on your hip.

he responded with a scream, literally—

“VAMOSSSS” the young boy shouted throughout the whole stadium, who knew a three year old could be pretty loud?

you couldn’t hold yourself back from laughing, he was adorable.

again, it was pretty crowded, so you had to wait a bit for it to clear before walking down to lamine, but when you managed to get down there?

you didn’t hesitate to run into his arms, he caught you with ease. cameras shuttered, but you could care less— spotlight wasn’t the thing that worried you right now.

your cheeks hurt from smiling, clearly— and lamine’s stupid glasses made you laugh even harder after keyne’s performance..

“lami— you actually did it!” you cheered, feet hitting the grass as you pecked his lips.

“told you i would, mi amor.” he replied smoothly, like this was casual! like he didn’t just win the world cup.

“you didn’t believe me?” he asked again, teasingly,

“no! of course i did—“ you hesitated for a split second, he saw it.

“you sure baby?” lamine caught, with the grin that made your legs feel like jelly.

“stop” you warned playfully, smile never leaving your face.

“why?” lamine asked, acting clueless. he clearly knew he made you weak.

“you know why.” you retorted, arms loose around his neck, until keyne interrupted.. running right toward lamine.

with no worries, that tore you and lamine’s sweet moment apart, your heart melted when they hugged eachother, lamine spinning him around in his arms like it was the most natural thing in the world.

which it sorta was.

an hour passed, and you and lamine remained playing with keyne, no complaints! but of course lamine couldn’t go one minute without teasing you.

“bailalo rocky!” lamine exclaimed, he knew you hated that song after he played it so many times after previous victory’s.

“no, no no!” you laughed, shaking your head as he scooped you up from behind.. holding you in the air for a couple seconds just to watch you squirm and laugh.

the moment you turned and faced him, he hit you with it.

“¿Cuál es mi premio ahora?” (what’s my prize now?)

@𝙨𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚 🫶🏻

[vinicenkov]

hvala luka!!

[rodrigofut]

FERRAN TORRES GARCIA 🇪🇸

[vandevens]

we already have enough angst comfort michael.. 💔 give us angry smut

two-nil ;;

fem!reader x michael olise

where he fucks you to forget.

a/n: more people voted h/c but i had more people telling me angry sex in my inbox sooooo… why not both [v1]

world cup 2026 series: semifinal 1 v2 ~

cw smut mdni

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the silence was going to suffocate you.

you’d already taken your bath and changed up, wearing nothing at all except his kit. a cruel reminder of the night’s happenings.

the tv was off, you didn’t want to hear it again. you didn’t want to relive it.

you were deep in thought til you weren’t. the door slammed open and in came michael. michael who looked like he wanted to punch something.

after kicking the door shut and getting his shoes off, he stormed into the main room to find you, sitting cross-legged, in his jersey. only his jersey.

a new wave of a mix of something — anger, frustration, lust? — crashed over him.

“fucking hell,” he grunted, voice low and rough. like it was reserved for you. “i ghosted. again.”

well… not ghosted, per se. maybe he didn’t live up to his expectations but not ghosted.

“michael…” you said cautiously, getting up off the bed and getting a little closer to him.

before you knew it, michael’s arms were wrapped firmly around your waist, pulling you into him hard. you let out a soft gasp as you planted a hand onto his chest for support.

he unraveled one arm to cup your cheek, pulling you in for a rough, hungry kiss. it was angry. it was desperate. you could basically taste the fury on his tongue.

he pulled away, his hands now resting on your lower back as he buried his face into your neck, leaving marks (that people would definitely ask about in the morning) almost everywhere.

your head fell back as one of your arms instinctively braced yourself against the bed. he pushed you up against it, still leaving love bites wherever he wanted.

“let me… i’ll fuck you so hard we both forget about the game.”

michael’s hands slid under your shirt, resting on your bare waist as he breathed into your neck. you nodded, basically giving him the jurisdiction to do whatever he wanted now.

he flipped you around, leaving your ass up, before his hand came down and gave it a spank. you let out an unexpected gasp at that, squirming a little in the bed.

he then got on his knees, the carpet fabric rubbing against his sore knees. his hands grabbed your ass and spread you a little wider, to the point you could feel the cool air of the ac against you. but it was soon replaced by his warmth — his nose was almost inside you and so was his tongue.

“you’re so wet already,” he commented.

michael then licked a stripe before suddenly plunging his tongue into you. your eyes squeezed shut at the feeling while your hands gripped onto the bedsheet for support. you adjusted a little before you naturally fell into his rhythm, your hips rocking back against his face to feel more of him (and his nose).

before you could even fully process this, he pulled away. you clenched around nothing, feeling the loss of something inside you. your head craned back to look at him and now he was back on his feet. he fumbled with his france sweat shorts, pulling them down alongside his briefs and letting his cock spring free.

he roughly grabbed your hips again, pulling you up in the bed so it was an easier position.

he lined himself up, looking back at you to see whether you were still alright. you gave another nod when you felt his gaze on you.

without warning, he thrust himself into you in one deep stroke. he felt your warmth enveloping him and he swears he could come just from that.

meanwhile you — your eyes rolled back as your head buried deeper into the pillow. “fuck yes,” you whined into the pillow, hoping it muffled well.

michael didn’t give you any time to adjust before he started fucking into you. hard, brutal, punishing — yet not painful.

with every thrust was a soft, involuntary grunt that escaped from his throat.

“two-nil,” he groaned, pressing you further into the mattress. “i was shit out there. fuckin’ invisible.”

your hips instinctively rocked back to meet his, meeting his every thrust.

he groaned again, one of his hands sliding up your back and threading into your hair and pulling you closer as he drove deeper and harder.

you felt michael’s warmth yet again as he leaned down to be closer to you. despite his tangible anger, this was strangely intimate.

“you’re the only good thing ‘bout tonight.”

before you could even fully register his words, you felt your release pooling in your belly as you clenched around him.

“gonna come,” you exclaimed, your back arching as you felt your orgasm crash over you.

michael didn’t stop. he fucked you through it, his pace becoming noticeably frantic, chasing his own release.

with a final, loud and guttural moan, he buried himself deep inside you, his hips twitching slightly as his orgasm rocked him.

it was sticky. it was messy. but it helped him and that was what mattered.

the only sound in the room at that moment was both of your panting and heavy breaths.

slowly, he pulled out of you and watched as the mix of juices flowed out. he grabbed a box of tissues off the nightstand and wiped you off, before wiping himself off and disappearing into the bathroom.

he reemerged with a damp towel, using it to clean you and himself up quietly. he then collapsed onto the bed beside you, turning towards you and pulling you closer.

“sorry…” he mumbled, nuzzling into your marked-up neck. “didn’t mean to be that… rough.”

you let out a light chuckle, turning around to face him back. “‘s alright. you feel better now?”

he nodded. you could tell he was on the brink of falling asleep by the way his blinks turned slow.

“just… stay here. i don’t wanna be alone. not after that shitshow.”

you snuggled closer, your arms and legs intertwined with his. “sleep well, michael.”

@ vandevens 2026

[huniijaex]

parings: jude bellingham x black!reader

req: i saw someone ask if you wrote for jude bellingham! i was gonna ask if u could write a freaky smut after he wins a game, it can be any game like the one against norway bc i feel bad about the match yesterday (im acting like it didn’t happen and england actually won)

warnings: smut

a/n: im running outta titles gng , anyway i was watching streamer university

The car was silent, as hell. He had lost a match, which he wasn’t expecting because he trained his ass off for this game and still lost.

Jude looked out the window, you haven’t spoken up once, but you were gonna try to speak to him. Hopefully he isn’t too mean.

“Jude?” You called his name.

No answer.

“You okay?” You asked.

“Does it look like I’m okay?” He snapped. And you were not about to take that.

“Listen, I get you lost and you’re upset about it, I understand. But that doesn’t give you the right to start speaking how you want.” You told him, firmly.

“God gave us a mouth for a reason, I’m using it.” He said, rolling his eyes.

You were over it. “Driver? Can you pull over and drop me off at that gas station please?”

Jude looked at you, his eyebrows furrowed, “the fuck are you doing?”

“Getting me a ride since you pissing ke the fuck off right now. If you didn’t wanna talk, just say that instead of being rude about it.” You told him.

“You know what? Fine, get out. Didn’t want you in here anyway.” Jude didn’t mean what he said, but his feelings got the best of him.

“Fuck you, nigga.” You yelled at him before slamming the door shut. You walked up to the gas station and got you some snacks while waiting for your ride.

He was pissing you off because who does he think he is right now? Thats why you lost nigga. (IM SORRY IM SORRY PLS)

Back in the car with Jude, the driver drove off, and you left a very mad and horny Jude in the car.

He was upset, yes, but he couldn’t help but feel horny about what he was gonna do to you when you got home. He had a good idea.

Your friend dropped you off at the house, you thanked her tremendously for helping you out at this time of night. You’d make sure you give her something for it.

Right now, you stood outside your door, nervous. You didn’t know what was gonna happen, but you hoped he wasn’t home already.

You opened the door and you paused. What the fuck, you thought.

Jude was naked, stroking his member slowly, staring right at you. “Hey, love.” He said, biting his lip.

You stared hard at it. The fuck was he doing? You were getting wet more and more as the time passed.

“So here’s what’s gonna happen,” he started, taking his hand off his member and slowly walking towards you. “You’re gonna get on the couch, strip your clothes off, and have your legs spread for me.”

“And if I find out you’ve touched yourself, well.. you better pray, love. I’m going to the room for a little.” He said.

“You’re not even gonna give me what I want?” You said, still having an attitude despite the situation.

“Nah, baby. You already got what you want, it’s my turn.” He winked at you before heading to the room.

You did exactly what you were told, you stripped and laid down on the couch, spreading your legs.

You saw this as pointless, having you wait and getting more turned off by the moment.

“Hurry up! Damn.” You yelled out.

He came out of the bedroom quick, he went to the couch where you were and slammed into you, causing you to scream.

“You happy now? Happy I’m fucking the shit out this pretty cunt now?” He said, gripping your hips and pounding into you at a fast pace.

You moaned loudly, arching your back and trying to scoot away from the overload pleasure you were getting. “F-fuck, it’s too much! J-jude!”

“Take this dick, (Name). And stop running from it.” He went faster. “Wonder where all that talk went. Repeat what you said before you slammed that door, somethin’ about a ‘fuck you’? Well I’m doing that now, aren’t I?”

“S-shit.. f-fuck you, Jude.” You stammered out.

He smiled at you and pulled out. “If it’s ‘fuck me’ then I guess you don’t really want this.”

You got up, immediately. You followed him into the room whining. “Jude, please! I’m sorry, I’ll shut up just please, m’so horny right now.” You said, stroking his member.

He groaned, when it comes to you he’s folding immediately. “Fuck, fine c’mon baby get on the bed. Show me how you fuck this dick.” He said, signaling you to ride him.

Yall went about 50 rounds.

[bbyitsbri]

Curaçao’s National Football Team 💙

[meowingchai]