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leilakisakabiri · 11 months

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Spanish Boy (Gavi)

Summary: You and Gavi attend a Chelsea game and he think’s you’re a little too into the game, or more specifically number 11.

Warning(s): None

A/N: Please send in requests if you have any! Guys I wanted to make this angsty but it just ended up being fluff like usual. Oh well.

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“Ahh I’m so excited I can’t believe I finally get to see them play.”

Gavi grinned in the seat beside you, bumping your shoulder.

“I’m glad you get to see them, but to be honest they’re shit this season.”

You gasped offended, “Ok Gavi not everyone has to win La Liga to be considered good.”

“They don’t even play in that league!” He argued.

You rolled your eyes, “Whatever, UEFA, basically the same thing, just different clubs.”

He narrowed his eyes at you, “You sure you’re a Chelsea fan, or are you just going to see who I think you wanna see?”

The two of you were currently driving to the Chelsea game happening in London. You had surprised Gavi with tickets last week and while at first he was just as excited as you, his excitement had quickly turned to annoyance once he realized just exactly why you were so intent on going to the game.

He was sure you didn’t even care about Chelsea, more interested in supporting the player with the number 11 stitched on his jersey.

He had walked in on you and your friend talking about said player just a few days ago.

Your friend had been saying how you were so lucky, and how hot he was, and you had just been giggling along.

Gavi had backed out slowly from the kitchen once he heard your conversation, not wanting to intrude, and honestly a little hurt.

Since then, his excitement had diminished immensely and now he was hating himself for scheduling a private tour of the stadium before the game started.

“We’re here.” You said excitedly, looking out the window to see the large stadium come into view.

Although you had traveled quite a bit to support Gavi at his games, the sheer size of some of the stadiums still took your breath away. You couldn’t believe that something that big was made for people.

The driver took you to the underground entrance to give you some privacy from the fans that had already started congregating at the stadium entrance, counting down the minutes till the gates opened.

“Ok we have two hours before the game starts. Let’s go get the tour.” Gavi said once the two of you had gotten out of the car, walking towards the entrance.

You pulled his hand as he walked forward, stopping him, “Thank you Gavi. Really. This means a lot.” You said sincerely.

The boy smiled at you, “No problem.”

Once you walked into the building you were even more awestruck, the fangirl side of you taking over.

You had grown up in a football household, meaning that every Saturday morning your TV would be playing various matches happening around the country.

You had seen this stadium so many times on the TV when you were little, but now standing inside it, the Chelease logo apparent in everything, it was so surreal.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when you heard Gavi greet someone, “Enzo how have you been?”

You had to physically stop your mouth from dropping open.

Enzo Fernandez was standing in front of you, and apparently Gavi knew him.

You finally found your voice, “You guys know each other?”

Enzo nodded, “Yah we met each other back at the World Cup.”

Gavi nodded affirmatively.

“Anyways let me show you guys around real quick.” Enzo spoke, gesturing for the two of you to follow him.

“Ok, but don’t you have to get ready?” You asked him.

He shrugged his shoulders, giving you a grin, “Eh, 20 minutes won’t hurt anyone.”

You laughed at his answer, wishing you could take pictures of everything as he showed the two of you around.

You finally got to the tunnels, and he pointed to just around the corner, “Over there is the locker rooms. I would show you, but the guys will probably be here soon.”

“Oh, don’t worry about. No problem at all. We should probably get out there anyway.” You reassured him, waiting as Gavi said goodbye.

You had just turned around you when you felt a body collide with yours. Hands reached out to grab you, stopping your fall. You looked up once the world stopped spinning, coming face to face with a very apologetic player.

“Eu sinto muito linda.” He spoke, reaching up to pull off his headphones, eyes focused on you. (I’m so sorry beautiful)

“Sem problemas.” You said softly, still trying to gather your bearings. (No problem)

You saw his eyes light up, “You speak Portuguese?”

You were about to respond when you heard someone clear their throat behind you.

You mentally hit yourself.

You looked over your shoulder to see Gavi come to stand beside you.

“Joao.” Gavi spoke, his voice coming out harsher than needed.

“Gavi.” Joao replied, voice taking on a similar tone.

You looked between the boys. It was no surprise that they weren’t exactly friends. Joao used to play for Atletico Madrid, one of Barca’s biggest rivals. The two had problems on the field long before you, and whatever stand off they where having now.

“Well enjoy the game.” Joao finally said, moving past you.

You gave Gavi a look telling him to play nice as well.

His lips remained in a firm line but he let out a small, “Thanks.”

You had just started walking again when you heard Joao call out, “What’s your name?”

You turned back, puzzled if he was talking to you, but by the way he was making direct eye contact with you, you guessed he was, “Y/n?” You said, but it came out more as a question.

He nodded, a smile playing on his lips, “I’ll remember that.”

You felt Gavi stiffen next to you but he didn’t say anything. You could see the veins on his arm jut out as he balled his hand into a fist.

You were both silent as you walked to your seats.

Finally, you couldn’t take it anymore. You tried to break the silence with a lame joke, “So that was kinda intense back there huh?”

You saw Gavi give you a glare before he turned back, focusing his attention on the field.

“Oh c’mon now you’re ignoring me?” You asked.

He didn’t answer.

“The games not even going on. You’re literally staring at grass.” You huffed, trying to get him to break.

He hummed in response, but still no words.

“Did I do something?”

Again nothing.

“Ok so I did do something?” You questioned.

Silence.

“Ok I’m taking your silence as a yes.” You continued.

Nothing.

“Bro I really feel like this is one sided.” You muttered.

“Did you just call me bro?” Gavi questioned finally breaking his silence.

You let out a cheer, lifting your arms in the air, “Hooray, he’s finally talking to me, and it only took me calling him bro to respond. How sweet is he?”

He glared at you again not appreciating your sarcasm, “You know why I’m mad.”

“But I don’t. So if you could just tell me.” You dragged out, leaning your head on his shoulder.

He turned to look at you and suddenly your faces were centimeters apart. You couldn’t focus on what he was saying too consumed memorizing the pattern of the freckles that were scattered across his nose, so light that if you weren’t standing close enough you would miss them.

“Are you even listening to me?” He asked getting frustrated again.

You chastised yourself, you really needed to start paying more attention.

“Sorry I got distracted.”

“Oh let me guess. Did Joao just walk onto the field?” He asked bitterly.

Now you were confused.

“Wait what? Joao? Why would I care about him?”

He looked at you with the blankest stare, “So you’re going to sit here and tell me you weren’t flirting with him in the hallway?”

“Flirting? What no way! We just bumped into each other!” You defended.

“Right. Well in that case let me just go bump into Rosalia.” He muttered.

“Gavi!” You smacked him on his arm, fighting back a laugh.

That was the thing about you and Gavi, you could never stay serious for long. Even when something was bothering the other person, yes you would talk about it, but a few jokes would still be made, giving your relationship the air of lightness and security that you loved. Your relationship made you want to fly with Gavi, not drag him down with your baggage.

“I’m sorry if it looked like that, but honestly, I only like you.” You said, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“Someone tell that to Joao.” He joked.

You grinned at him, “I will. After the match if you want.”

He grabbed your wrists, trapping you beside him, leaning in, “You. You stay away from him.”

You were centimeters away from him again and this time you couldn’t help it. You leaned in closing the distance between you.

You kissed him sweetly, pouring all the emotions you felt for him, all the love, all the things you wanted to say to him but were too shy to.

Your hands traveled from his shoulders up to his annoyingly soft hair, one hand getting tangled in his locks, while the other went around his neck, bringing him closer to you.

Damn you really needed to steal his hair care routine. Shit was so soft.

He bit on your lower lip playfully and you felt a shiver run through you.

You both pulled away after a bit, out of breath. Chests heaving as you looked at each other with glazed over eyes and lazy smiles.

“Hope no one saw that.” You whispered not willing to move away.

“Hope Joao saw it.” He whispered back, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

You both didn’t say much after that, watching as the match started.

The game ended up going well with Chelsea winning 2-0.

You both cheered once the final whistle blew, happy that the team you had come to support had won.

The team came over to the fans’ side of the stadium, celebrating their win.

You cheered along with everyone, “Hey Siri play London Boy.” You joked.

Gavi heard you, giving you the dirtiest glare.

“Kidding!” You laughed.

“He’s not even British! He’s Portuguese!” Gavi exclaimed.

You wrapped your arms around him, “It doesn’t even matter, cause I love my Spanish boy more.”

You felt Gavi cringe beside you, “Yah that doesn’t sound as good.”

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trivijoy · 10 months

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it's a barbie world !ㅤㅤ︒ㅤ۪ㅤㅤ⬭ㅤㅤㅤ✽̷

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smimon · 3 months

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Meow there :3 have some valentines asks :3 💛💛💛💛💛💛💛

First up (brings a bunch of money 💶💶💶💶💶💶💶💶) Chelsea pretty please, like häärijä can hold her up and she gets a sweet little kiss between her ears cause she is everyones princess and deserves all the kisses 🥰🥰🥰🥰 (also purely cause i love Chelsea and this ask is 10000000000000000000000000% for myself)

Also the Bojan 💶💶💶, after the spiderman kiss failed a little bit (still my favourite on the ✨✨✨THE BOJAN POST✨✨✨) he deserves a kiss as a treat :3

Awwww remember where Jesse smooches K on the cheek, he should get smooched, smooches for jesse.

Three kisses for the daltons? On their smooth shiny heads. :3

Mikke gets one for being the best big brother 🥹🥹

Meow Jay 😊 thank you for joining the event! First, here is a Chelsea kiss just for you:

Now time for actual kiss for Bojan, haha 😁 K got very enthusiastic about this but Bojan always looks good in photos, right?

Jesse time! Get that smooch back 🥰

Daltons come as one and get kissed too!

And with Mikke they do the European greeting kiss. I never know how many kisses go on each cheek and neither do they. Someone please help them.

Thank you for asking! 😊

#giant k kisses #ask #j-restlessgeek #käärijä #häärijä #chelsea #jeskiedes #daltons #jaakko jokela #aleksi nurmi #jukka sorsa #mikke #fanart #my art #art by op #scheduled #rpf #joker out

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ladymarycrawley · 1 year

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Mummy was mine first - Mason Mount

Request: I have a request of a drunk Mason with his newly pregnant girlfriend - him getting all emotional thinking the new baby will take his girl away from him. Stuff like lifting her shirt and talking to his baby saying things like “remember your mummy was mine first 🥺”

Warning: Mason may sound like a prick in this but it was just for the sake of the story 💔

Tag list: @masonxomount @chelsealover @masterclassbaby

The moment you told Mason you were pregnant with your first child, he swore he couldn’t have been happier. He was literally on cloud nine, eager to live that unique and special experience with you, the love of his life.

As most of the things we have to deal with throughout our lifetime, it wasn’t all fun and games as expected. Actually you had to deal with a lot of changes that would come as the result of your newly found condition: the mood swings, the cravings, all the shopping for the baby, all the readings on how to teach things to your baby, how to grow him up perfectly and, at last but not least, all the potential dangers you had to be careful of.

It was a hell of a ride but it was worth it in the end, or that’s what you hoped at least.

He was absolutely crazy for you and he wanted to remember that image of you forever. Mason grabbed his Polaroid and took the most beautiful pictures of you naked, with your hair dishevelled on the pillow, the white bed sheets covering your lower body as you let your hands caress your baby bump.

In that moment the English footballer swore he never saw a woman as gorgeous as you, he really meant it when he said that the pregnancy made you even more beautiful than you already were. He thought it turned you into a goddess, as he couldn’t care less about the commonly called flaws you always complained about such as your stretch marks, your swollen feet, the extra weight you gained. He took every chance he got to make you feel loved, to give love to every inch of your body.

You sighed and shook your head as you got seated on the bed, looking for your t-shirt.

“Mason, stop it”

“You’re stunning, come on!” He giggled, holding the camera with one hand and lifting your chin up with the other, holding then your face in place to kiss you on the lips.

Mason shot a couple more pictures of you before putting the camera to the side and starting to kiss you passionately.

He was standing before you, balancing himself with his right leg bent over the mattress, at the side of your thigh.

The ardour that inflamed your kiss was so strong he straddled you, hovering over you, always being careful of your bump.

He gently led you towards the soft surface beneath, so you could be in a more comfortable position while he made you feel his love.

You didn’t have the slightest intention to move, you just wanted to stay there basking in the relaxing yet exciting feelings only he could give you. Your legs were loosely wrapped around his middle as his right hand was delicately keeping your thigh up while the left one was holding your arms back on the blanket, above your head.

A moan escaped your lips as you felt his fingers fiddling with your knickers.

During the pregnancy, even if it was something common for most women, you started developing a sense of discomfort towards your body: it was inevitably changing but, since you've never been that self confident, those major changes were only increasing the doubts about the beauty or the attractiveness of your curves.

Mason was willing to do everything that was in his power to make you enjoy sex without making you feel guilty, embarrassed or in pain. That's why you spent a whole afternoon on a website the ob gyn suggested you to have pregnant sex safely, to learn all the pros and cons of such a pleasurable activity during a time where things might have gotten a little more difficult.

Whenever your mind took you back to that afternoon you couldn't help but smile, both because it was a funny memory and because seeing Mason so careful and attentive towards you to make you feel better, filled your heart with more love. But reading advice and theories was a thing, putting them into practice was another, even more so since your belly was getting bigger, leading you through the third trimester.

“Mase, the -”

“Yep, the belly is in the way, I know” You both giggled, Mason was really caught up in the moment he didn’t think about the six (nearly seven) months belly you had to deal with.

He sighed, sitting on the bed again.

"It's not just that, my back hurts a little more today"

Mason helped you up, careful not to hurt you, massaging your aching muscles.

"I just ruined your sex drive" You let out in a low voice, feeling kind of bad.

"Hey hey, you didn't ruin anything, that's okay" He kissed your temple in the sweetest way. "Here, let's see if this one is more comfortable" Mason gestured for you to lay back on the pillows he put there to ease your back pain so your body was resting on the edge of the bed while his body was standing before yours, a little bent over.

You smiled at each other until your boyfriend's lips moved upwards to kiss your forehead, tracing your jaw next and ending on your neck.

In order not to weigh on your stomach, Mason kneeled down on your bedroom floor as his hands were on your hips and his mouth was leaving little hot kisses and bites against the soft skin of your thighs.

You would have liked to have sex with your boyfriend so bad but apparently your body didn't have the same intention: apart from the back pain, there were also those hateful little voices in your head the kept on saying you were embarrassing, that you didn't deserve the hot man which was your boyfriend to to make love to you because you were obscene, which wasn't the truth of course.

"I - I can't do it" You placed your hands on Mason's shoulders to make him stop.

He raised his head, frowning at your sudden halt.

"Sorry babe, I can't do this" You sniffled in the attempt not to burst out crying.

"That's okay" Mason said in a low voice, getting back on his feet and helping you up.

Various thoughts were beginning to crowd Mason's head too: he started asking himself what could have possibly gone wrong, weren't you really okay or was he just underestimating some signals he should have been careful of? You weren't attracted to him anymore??

He tried to fight all that brainwork while helping you get your clothes back on, doing the same with himself some minutes later.

"I'm sorry Mase, I really wanted to do that but -"

"I know, I know. Don't worry, it's fine" He faked a smile and left a gentle peck over your lips before leaving your bedroom and going to his game room. He needed to distract his mind a bit and maybe you needed some time alone too.

You huffed and went to the bathroom to fill the bath tub with some hot water and a rose scented water bomb to relax your sore body and your tired mind all the same. Warm water would also reduce some of the weight your spine had to sustain whic was a huge relief, making bath time something you had been really looking forward to at least once a day.

The last thing on your mind was upsetting Mason but you were sure he would have understood how you were feeling during that delicate moment.

In the other room, Mason’s attempt not to dwell on what happened an hour ago didn’t work as he was there, with his headphones on, his fingers shifting over the controller, his stare fixed on the screen before him but his mind was still on you. He knew a thing as big as the arrival of a baby would have changed your priorities but it didn’t want you to change the way you looked at him: he still wanted to be your hero, your everything, he was afraid he wasn’t ready to leave hthe place in your heart for the baby girl who would have been there in a couple of months.

Maybe he was just a bit moody, maybe he was being childish but that concern was something that had been keeping him awake for a whole week now.

Mason turned off the console, putting away all the other devices he used during game time and started wandering around the house looking for you as he came to the conclusion that the best and wisest thing he could do was sharing what his real thoughts were with you, the love of his life and the mum of his daughter.

“Y/N?”

The first room he checked in was the right one as he pushed the bathroom’s door ajar open and the image of you, standing applying some moisturising over your legs, welcomed him.

A small smile appeared on his lips as he entered the room wrapped in a cloud of heat reminding him you liked to take your shower and bath in hot, very hot water.

“Why didn’t you call me to help you get out of the tub?”

“Didn’t want to disturb you plus I’ve managed to do it myself” You say, a small note of pride in your voice.

Mason’s eyes roamed over your body, taking in your every movement and passing you the clean underwear and pajamas (that is to say a pair of joggers and one of his t-shirts) for the night.

"This may sound weird but... I don't like thieves"

"What?" You stopped massaging your face with the night lotion in order to understand what Mason was meaning with that apparent nonsense sentence he just spoke.

"Yeah I don't like people that steal things from me"

"Mason, are you okay? Who stole you what?"

He scoffed, somehow annoyed. He blankly stared down at his feet, as a child would do once getting scolded over something.

"The baby"

"Mase baby, sorry but I'm afraid I don't follow you"

You really were clueless about what he was complaining about, feeling a bit powerless too as you wanted to help him but it seemed kind of hard doing so with him not being clear about what his problem was. You noticed there was something weird in him that day but didn't understand what.

He huffed, getting closer to your body leaning against the basin, looking in the mirror in front of you reflecting both his pout and your frown.

Mason looked down at your exposed collarbone before moving a strand of hair behind your ear. He then laid his head where his glance was, uttering against your skin. "I don't want her to take you away from me"

"Oh Mase" You cooed. He was the cutest human being ever in that moment. He didn't seem like a man who was about to become a dad at all, he felt like a kid who's about to become the older brother and doesn’t want the newcomer to steal his parents' affection.

You started scratching the back of his neck affectionately, placing lingering kisses on the top of his head.

"I can assure you nothing bad will happen. She won't take me away from you, no one will ever. You two will be the most precious humans in my life, I'll love you more than words can express and I'll cherish every moment with the both of you"

Your lips took the place of your fingers, leaving kiss after kiss on his nape, where his hair was the shortest.

Mason sighed, a sad but relieved sigh, as if your remarks comforted him but he wasn't sure enough, as if he needed some more encouraging and endearing words from you.

"You know I love you, right?"

"I don't know"

"What does it mean you don't know??" Your tone feigning shock and disbelief.

"I don't know if you'll love her more than me"

"Oh…you're more of a child than the one I'm carrying in my belly, I swear"

He rolled his eyes at the sarcasm you were using to answer his apparently silly worry. Your reaction made him feel unappreciated, as you didn’t care enough about what caused him that sense of uneasiness.

Mason left you there standing in the bathroom as he let his stressed limbs lay on the soft bed in your bedroom.

“Mase? Are you serious?” You followed him in your room.

“Nevermind, don’t fell like talking now” He uttered, his words muffled as he was keeping his face flat against his pillow.

“Oh my goodness” You closed your eyes, stroking the bridge of your nose back and forth with your finger. The way he was acting was becoming rather annoying, to be honest, and you were too tired to fight for a useless cause with a grown man that was just, in your opinion, throwing a tantrum. “Okay. I’ll be on the sofa eating ice-cream and watching Netflix, if you wanna talk you know where to find me”

You left him there and went to take your spot on the grey sofa downstairs, ready to binge watch the latest season of Derry Girls while scoffing down what was left of your beloved brownie and cookie ice-cream that became a must of your pregnancy by now.

If there was something you hated dealing with was discussing with Mason especially now, where the smallest of inconvenience would bring tears to your eyes.

The moment your view was interrupted by the sound of his footsteps approaching, you sighed under your breath, determined to act as if you hadn't heard him. Until when he took a seat beside you and you felt his eyes burning through you.

“Do you want a spoonful?” You asked him to break the ice.

“Nope, I’d never steal my baby mama’s favourite ice-cream”

That line was supposed to bring a smile to your face and it succeeded in doing so.

“Stop talking about stealing”

You averted your sight from the screen only when Mason placed his head on your thighs, making the butterflies in your stomach come alive.

With your one free hand, you started stroking his cheeks, moving them to massage his scalp.

“What’s troubling you, Mase?”

After you heard him emitting a loud sigh you knew the thing was getting serious so you just paused the tv to have your full attention set on him.

“It’s just - I’m afraid the miss here will steal you from me, that you’ll give her all your love and attention and when it comes to me you’ll be too tired to even look at me”

“Mase -”

“I’m so worried about this, Y/N. I know, this may sound as something childish or immature but I don’t want anything to change between us, apart from changing nappies and things like that”

You let out a soft chuckle and shifted in your seat to face him, as he had gotten up from your lap to seat properly.

“Look, I didn't mean to be harsh earlier, I’m sorry, but you hurt me when you said you weren’t sure whether I loved her more than you. I meant it when I said I’ll love you more than words can ever say. The baby will need all our attention and love and maybe yes, it’ll arrive a moment when we’ll be too tired to even kiss each other goodnight but it’s part of the process”

“I know but…I’m sorry, I wasn’t the one talking, it felt as if someone just took over me and spoke words I didn’t mean to say. I know it’s not easy having to deal with that ever growing belly but sometimes I just feel like I’m not doing enough to make you feel good and I hate that. I know she’ll need all our love, I’ve started loving her the moment you told me we would’ve become parents but sorry...I’ve been feeling weird lately” ”

The promise you made yourself not to cry, failed miserably and your orbs started getting watery with tears.

“You have nothing to reproach yourself for, Mason, really. It’s just - oh great, I’m a mess and she started kicking like a fucking footballer”

Mason chuckled and he promptly put his hand over the hump she formed pressing her feet against your belly.

“She learnt from the best” He wiggled his eyebrows.

“The fact is that…I appreciate every little thing you do to make my pregnancy a little more bearable and I’m so grateful for you, every single moment of my life but the truth is I don’t appreciate my changing body as much as you do and I always feel hideous, I’m really embarrassed of myself... the thought you want to make love to me feels absurd to me” You burst out crying and Mason had to hug you tightly to calm you down. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to make all of this about me”

“That’s okay and stop feeling sorry for everything. I love you so fucking much. I’m the one who has to be sorry” He let his lips linger against your forehead, detaching from your body when he felt your baby’s kick against his ribcage which was where your belly was leaning against.

He lowered himself further so his face was now at the same height as your stomach, lifting your t-shirt up so your bump was on full display. The moment Mason’s strokes met your swollen skin, your daughter calmed down a bit, giving you a rest.

“I think she’s a bit angry” You said, adjusting yourself against the armrest of the sofa so you could spread your bent legs more to let Mason make himself comfortable against your own body.

“Oh, daddy made you angry? I’m so sorry, sweetheart. Daddy didn’t mean to make his little princess angry, nor your mummy... it’s just that he loves your mummy so much…remember she was mine first, okay?”

“If I didn’t know you, I’d think you are drunk”

“I’m drunk in love”

“Oh Mase…”

“And now please baby, behave and don’t hurt mama cause she and dada have things to do”

“What kind of things do we have to do?”

“The ones where dada helps mama to love herself more…”

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fyretrobarbie · 1 year

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My Scene website ads (2002)

#my scene #my scene website #old internet #2000s #barbie #retro barbie #my scene fandom #barbie fandom #m #madison #chelsea

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httpsdana · 1 year

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Hey can you do prompt 162 for Mason Mount ? Please

Fifa And Cuddles~Mason Mount

*GIF is not mine. credits to the owner*

back again with a Mason imagine. everyone liked the first one so I thought why not write another one.

I edited my prompt list so this isn't the same number as you requested

you can request from my prompt list

this is my master list

ps: I changed a bit from the prompt to make it easier and better

162-"C'mere, you can seat in my lap until I'm done playing."

No matter how tired Mason was after training, he always had time to play Fifa. If he'd arrive late at night after match, he'd take a shower and at least play one game.

But his girlfriend y/n, hated how this game was able to steal her boyfriend's attention from her. It always seemed that his PS5 had his attention 24/7, when she barely saw him because of their busy schedules.

She watched Mason from the door of the living room, with her hands crossed over her chest. He still hadn't noticed her, because of how focused he seemed on his game.

She let out a sigh and called out his name, he hummed but didn't even glance at her.

"can you come cuddle? I'm tired and I just want you next to me" she whined walking inside the room

Mason paused his game and looked at her with a smile.

"C'mere, you can seat in my lap until I'm done playing." he patted his thigh making her smile

She walked closer to him, and he pulled her down on his lap. She had her back against his chest and her head laid in the crook of his neck

She breathed in his scent and exhaled in satisfaction. Her arms wrapped around his torso while his went aroud her shoulders

She placed a kiss on his neck and glanced up at him. She admired all his features and smiled at herself. She felt so lucky to have him

"staring is rude darling" he said, not tearing his gaze away from the TV, but a smirk was plastered across his face

"you're just so pretty Mase. I love you" she pressed a kiss on his jaw and nuzzled her face deeper into his neck.

He paused his game and glanced down at her, half asleep cuddling with his body.

He turned his game off and pressed a kiss on her forehead.

"I love you more princess. let's go to bed shall we?" when he didn't hear an answer he looked down at her and smiled at the sight of his asleep girlfriend

He carried her to their shared room and put her down on the bed. After changing his clothes, he made his way to his bed and made sure to cuddle his girlfriend all night long.

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mygifscene · 3 months

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It's My Scene!

#my scene #myscene #barbie #chelsea #madison #nolee #delancey #hudson #river #bryant #ellis #sutton #gifs #opening

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canirove · 2 days

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Manchester City Vs. Chelsea | UEFA Champions League Final | post-match interview | 29.05.2021

#ben chilwell #chelsea #chelsea fc

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tomsparkyr · 1 year

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𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐓 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

summary: a visual on how you and mason went from childhood bestfriends to lovers, shown through instagram

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mason mount x footballer!reader

mason mount x fem!reader

warnings: nothing really, fluff???

social media one-shot

don’t steal any of my work please, thank you!

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📍cobham training ground

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masonmount guess who i just met😁

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y/n y/l/n WHAT

y/n y/l/n THE ONE DAY I’M NOT THERE TF

⤿ masonmount couldn’t relate🫣

declanrice 😳😳

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username1 who else is stalking masons profile rn

⤿ username2 me🙋‍♀️

username3 it’s so cute seeing how mase and y/n interacted back then

⤿ username4 fr they were so in love😫😫

📍that winning feeling

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y/n y/l/n we love a supportive best friend💔

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masonmount i’ll support you when you’re not licking my face

⤿ y/n y/l/n if you didn’t wanna be friends you could have just said☹️

⤿ username1 nah i love their dynamic still to this day

declanrice you two are cute👀

⤿ masonmount if you don’t shut it

username2 they’re so young🥺

📍it’s coming home

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y/n y/l/n sing it for us mase

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masonmount FOOTBALL’S COMING HOME

benchilwell now i’m the one stalking your page

⤿ y/n y/l/n CHILLY MAN

⤿ benchilwell how did y’all not know you were in love

⤿ masonmount it was a work in progress ok

username1 mason looks so young here

username2 supported england here, plays for england now wow

📍top of the league

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masonmount the goalscorer + the assist = leading the league💪

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username1 they look SO GOOD TOGETHER TF

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y/n y/l/n no# 18 + no# 19

⤿ masonmount my best girl🥰

bukayosaka CHILLY’S RIGHT YOU TWO WERE SO IN LOVE

⤿ y/n y/l/n SHUT UP MAN

⤿ masonmount OKAY WE GET IT WE’RE IN LOVE SHOCKER

marcusrashford how cutie patoties

username2 why are all the england squad commenting on it 8 years later😭

📍england squad alert

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masonmount looking onto the knockout stage, not anything else🙃

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username1 IS THAT Y/N??????

⤿ masonmount a gentleman never tells🤫

declanrice mase really said 😍

bukayosaka KALVIN😂😂😂 @kalvinphillips

⤿ kalvinphillips the moment i realised that i would win the bet🤑🤑

⤿ lukeshaw NOOOO

y/n y/l/n 🙃🙃

⤿ username2 WHAT DOES THIS MEAN:£:£):&/

📍birthday boy

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y/n y/l/n happy birthday to the love of my life! words can’t express how much i love you and how i’m so glad i didn’t hold that grudge against you when we were 5 when you booted that football into my face. my other half, the number 19 to my 18, my bestest friend. happy 24th and cheers to keeping it cliche around here!

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username1 OH MY FUDKSI GOD

benchilwell about time!😅

declanrice took you 14 years mate!

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username2 happy birthday mason!🥳

masonmount i love you💙

⤿ y/n y/l/n i love you more mase, happy birthday love xx💙

kalvinphillips hand over the money now boys

⤿ harrymaguire damn it

⤿ bukayosaka ffs

⤿ callumwilson you guys couldn’t have announced it a day later, i could have bagged some tenners man

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hate this but okay

#footballer imagine #mason mount x reader #mason mount fanfic #mason mount #mason mount smut #mason mount masterlist #mason mount blurb #mason mount x you #mason mount angst #mason mount fluff #mason mount x footballer!reader #mason mount imagine #chelsea

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ac3may · 1 year

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Worst Fears (Sam Kerr x Williamson!Reader)

So in honour of the Conti Cup Final here’s a little something I scribbled down on my bus ride home from LDN yesterday. Hopefully, this pleases the reds and the blues.

As always let me know your thoughts, constructive criticism’s always welcome.

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Lips pressing softly to your forehead is the sensation you wake to. Quickly rolling closer to the open arms of your girlfriend of eight years, clinging to her warmth as the chill of the morning hits you.

“Good morning beautiful,” the gentle whisper brings a smile to your face as she continues to pepper kisses to the crown of your head. You snuggle further into her neck, pressing light kisses to her the skin you find.

“Mornin’,” your voice comes out as more of a mumble as you keep yourself tight to Sam. The pair of you basking in the rare silence which the early hour had cast over your shared home.

Suddenly you’re hit with the realities of the day and groan out.

“I can’t believe it’s already derby day. Again!”

The dismay lacing your tone earns a chuckle from the Aussie who squeezes you tighter. “I thought it was your favourite day of the season baby?” She asks mockingly, pressing a kiss to your lips in silent empathy.

With your wife a professional football player for Chelsea it seems obvious that they would be the team you want to win every championship and every cup. However growing up on the red side of London the Derby days are not a favourite for you, especially when your younger sister plays for Arsenal.

“Ha. Ha.” You deadpan in reply, “your favourite day you mean!” Leaning up to catch her lip between your teeth, applying a little more pressure than necessary.

“Ow!” Is the instantaneous response. You know you’re in for it immediately when a smirk spreads across her face and before you can process the moment you’re on your back, Sam hovering over you. “You’re gonna regret that,” the sultry traces in her voice cause your heart to flutter.

“Oh am I?” You ask pulling your lower lip between your teeth as you admire the scattering of freckles across your loved ones tanned skin and the deep chestnut eyes staring back at you.

“Uh-huh,” is the response hummed into your skin as Sam presses her lips to yours again. Your hand reaches to tangle in the hair at the nape of her neck. The other runs gently along her spine before halting on her lower back and pulling her closer.

Sam continues her kisses pressing them further down your neck, reaching up to pull at the collar of your (her) t-shirt when-

“Mama!” “Mama!”

“Mummy! Wake up!”

The shouts of your children bring the moment to a screeching halt. Matching sighs release from the two of you as Sam drops her forehead to rest on yours.

You squeeze your girlfriend’s ass with a final cheeky smirk and a whisper, “sorry babe.” Navigating yourself from under her, to face your three toddling children.

“Good morning my babies!” You greet with a bright smile, your 7-year-old, Marlee, is the first to reach you. She dives into your arms, clinging tightly to your neck as she bounces excitedly on your lap. “We get to watch Mama and Auntie Lee play today!” Despite attending every Chelsea home game and many of the away fixtures your daughter has a special love for derby days, quite the opposite of you.

“Mama play!” Your youngest, Ari, babbles with a joyful clap of his hands, Sam having lifted him and your younger daughter onto the bed.

“That’s right baby, Mama’s gonna play.” you grin softly, encouraging his speech.

“And we’re gonna be wearing blue, right bug?” Sam asks, cuddling your middle child into her lap.

“Yes!” Luka grins brightly up at her mother, “pride of London!” The 5-year-old announces.

“Boo!” Ari exclaims in unknowing excitement, throwing his hands in the air at the sound of one his favourite colours.

Sam grins brightly, tickling his belly as she directs her gaze towards our eldest, “what about you Mars?” She asks, hope shining in her eyes.

The speed at which Marlee shakes her head has you leaning back to avoid her hair whipping you in the face. “Nuh-uh! You know London’s red Mama!” She announces with certainty.

You watch Sam deflate, despite having known the answer your daughter would give. You reach out and brush your fingers with hers, offering all the subtle comfort you can.

This was another tough part of derby days for you. Sam was still signed to Chicago when Marlee joined your family meaning Amanda, Leah and yourself had spent years encouraging her into supporting Arsenal. By the time Sam signed with Chelsea she was as full Gooner as a she could be at four, Leah being an unrelenting influence in continuing to enforce the love. However, by the time Luka was old enough to comprehend the concept Sam’s move to Chelsea was well-known meaning your youngest girl was raised surrounded by blue. It became the most common cause of arguments between your girls. Ari, at two, is still too young to understand the meaning of either colour and if given the choice would pick the bright green and gold of Australia from the collection of shirts folded in his drawers.

After a few more minutes of family cuddles and the chaos of breakfast with three kids seven and under Sam announces, “Okay, I have to get going.” She blows raspberry kisses on each of the kid's cheeks before sending them off to enjoy their weekend tv allowance.

Tanned arms wrap around your waist as you close the dishwasher. Spinning, you bring your own to rest around her neck, pulling her closer. “Good luck babe,” you whisper against her lips.

Pressing her lips to yours you feel them turn upwards, pulling apart slowly you see the grin resting on her face. “Thank you, baby, I can’t wait to see the purple you choose!” She teases with a tug on the hem of her Chelsea hoodie, which you had thrown on to combat the cold after climbing out of bed.

You roll your eyes, your choice to only wear purple rather than pick a team on derby days becoming a running joke within your family. You push at her chest lightly, knocking her away from you, only causing a bigger grin to spread on the Aussie’s face.

“I’m teasing love!” She insists, pulling you close again. “For real, please try not to stress today.” As your eyes meet you can see the concern floating through hers, “remember Amanda’s there if you need any help. Or if Mars starts getting too rowdy.” Knowing the passion instilled in your eldest you nod at her words. Sam makes you promise to let your mum help you out before she releases you with one last peck.

“Kids, come and say good luck to Mama!” You call out as your girlfriend pulls her puffer coat over her tracksuit. Unsurprisingly Marlee is the first to crash into Sam’s legs, arms wrapping tightly around her thighs.

“Good luck Mama! I know London is red but I still really, really want you to play well!” Despite her Williamson commitment to Arsenal your eldest’s love for her Mama is never outdone. The sight brings a smile to your face.

“G’luck Mama!” Luka is the next to cling to Sam’s legs her beaming smile making up for her lacking vocabulary.

“Thank you, Mars, thank you Lu-Lu,” the mother expresses to her daughters, returning their cuddles with strokes to their backs.

Ari storms into the group hug soon after, almost knocking all three girls off their feet with the force of his run. Sam just chuckles at the impact, “you’d be a great Aussie Rules player, huh little man.” She grins ruffling his blonde curls, receiving nothing but a toothy smile in response.

“Okay, Mama really has to go now!” You insist with a glance into the kitchen and towards the clock on the wall.

“Yeah, yes. Mummy’s right. Okay, be good for mummy, hey kiddos?” Reviving three bobbing heads in response Sam grins and leans down to peck them each on the forehead, “I love you.” Kiss. “I love you.” Kiss. “And I love you!” Kiss.

“Don’t forget Mummy!” Luka declares loudly, as Sam returns to full height with a gasp and feigns offence.

“I could never forget mummy!” She responds a hand raising to her chest as if your daughter had accused her of something horrific. Turning to you the act drops and her words are sincere as she speaks, “I love you.” With a final kiss, you’re sending her out the door, earning a hearty laugh as you swat at her bum on the way.

“Marlee you can’t wear shorts to the game! You’re going to get cold!” You had dressed your two youngest: Luka in Chelsea training joggers, her Kerr 20 home jersey and a training jacket, and Ari in his choice of a Matilda’s jersey, Chelsea anthem jacket and a pair of cargo sweatpants. However, your eldest has dressed in a full replica Arsenal home kit, dawning Williamson 6 across her back and you had spent the past 5 minutes engaging in negotiations to get her into a jacket and trousers. You knew letting her leave the house in her current attire meant she would be complaining of the cold before kick-off.

“Yes, Mummy! I can!” She declares stubbornly, “Auntie Leah and Mama will be in shorts,” she argues.

Letting out an exasperated sigh your response is cut off by a knock at the door. Jumping up and running from where he had been playing with Duplo blocks on the living room floor Ari presses his face to the glass of the living room window. “Who is it bubba?” You ask, rising to your feet to answer the knock.

With a sharp gasp, the little boy begins bouncing on his feet in excitement as he stumbles over his words, “Nana!”

A rush of cool spring air hits you as you open the door, coming face to face with your mum, you greet her with the best smile you can muster but can’t even get a word out before little limbs are entwining around her body. Making eye contact over the heads of the children you both chuckle as you usher her inside.

After welcoming Amanda and settling a cup of tea in her hands you return to your earlier issue with your eldest daughter, “Marlee!” You shout calling her into the kitchen where you sat.

Now with Arsenal-branded football socks rolled just below her knees, she slides into the room, across the tiled floor, barely managing to stay on her feet.

“I know Mama and Auntie Leah will be in shorts, my love, but they will also be running around the pitch for ninety minutes. Now I would like you to go and pick a change of clothes.” You’re insistent and your dwindling patience is evident.

A huff is what you receive in response as she pouts, aggressively crossing her arms and stomping her foot into the ground. “Nana! Tell Mummy she’s wrong!” Her demanding tone is met with a matching raise of eyebrows from both you and your mother.

“Marlee May Williamson-Kerr, watch your tone.” You warn, your own arms crossing. You see your daughter's resolve drop slightly as you announce her full name, Amanda coming to the rescue before any tears or shouting began.

“Marlee darling your Mummy’s right. How about you show me your collection and I’ll help you choose a proper Gooners outfit?” Immediately Marlee’s face brightens, and before you know it she’s tugging on Amanda’s hand and dragging her from the room. You send a grateful smile towards your mum, mouthing a silent ‘thank you’. She simply shakes her head in response, as if it were no big deal.

After several hours of Amanda fawning over you and her grandchildren later, you find yourself herding the three kids into the friends and family section of the stadium. You’re perfectly on time as Luka is immediately jumping from the seat you had just settled her in when the loudspeakers announce the teams making their way to the pitch for warm-ups.

“Mama! Mama! Millie! Ez! Mama!” She is quick to shout towards her favourite blue-clad players as they jog onto the pitch. Like a superhero, Sam always seems to detect your children in the crowd, or perhaps she just always knows they’ll be shouting for her. Either way, she is quick to lift her head in your direction sending over a smile and wave.

Minutes later the reds claim their half of the pitch, this time Marlee’s shouts are the ones attracting the attention. First of her little brother, who joins her calls, and next of your younger sister as the pair of them continue yelling in Leah’s direction.

Watching your sister light up at the sight of your little family supporting her from the stands briefly relieves you of your stresses of the day and a smile settles on your own face.

Kick-off came around with minimal complaints from your three littles, especially once Amanda had returned from hospitality bar with baby chinos, hot chocolates, and chips for them. Once the whistle blew however you were thrown into an even tenser game than you had imagined.

Within two minutes you are on your feet cheering as Sam headers a ball under the crossbar, Luka and Ari share a little dance in celebration. Marlee even forgets herself for a moment, hopping excitedly from her seat before quickly returning and glancing around hoping no one had seen the display. Chuckling lightly to yourself, you pull Ari onto your lap not expecting to find yourself as on the edge of your seat as you would be for the upcoming 88 minutes.

It was no secret that Arsenal had been the underdogs coming into the game, particularly after Chelsea knocked them out of the FA Cup the weekend prior but they certainly came out with a point to prove, searching for vengeance. The halftime whistle blows moments after Niamh Charles accidentally knocks in an own goal, bringing the score line to 3-1, Arsenal ahead.

Caught in a mix of emotions you can’t decide between being pleased for your childhood club and sister, or absolutely gutted for your girlfriend as you catch her distraught expression after every denied opportunity. The mixture of red and blue in your stands don’t help as the halftime boredom leads Marlee to entertain herself by antagonising her younger sister.

Luckily for you, it’s at that moment when Beth Mead and Vivianne Miedema hobble their way through the stands towards your clan. “Hey, kiddos! You enjoying the game?”

Unfortunately, the second half is no less tension-filled than the first, you spend the whole time on the edge of your seat as the ball ping-pongs across the pitch. Chelsea begins creating more chances for themselves but can’t seem to capitalise on them, keeping the scoreline static and Arsenal, despite being in a seemingly comfortable lead, have to stay vigilant to keep it that way.

Several yellow cards later the final whistle blows you can’t decide whether you want to sigh in disappointment or cheer in glee.

Marlee is immediately on her feet, jumping into Amanda’s arms, red flag waving high and proud. While Luka slumps down into her seat, arms crossing grumpily across her chest and her pouted lip making an appearance. Ari is blissfully unaware and happy to bounce on your lap having spent the majority of the half distracted by the wooden trains you had brought.

You join in with the claps of the crowd, not as beside yourself as you should be for the end of a four-year trophy drought for your home team but pride for your younger sister shining through. You watch as Sam and Leah find each other on the pitch and two of your favourite people exchange words followed by a hug. A gentle hand coming to rest on your own you turn your head up to meet the sympathetic gaze of your mother, no words that need to be exchanged. She’s quickly dragged away by your dancing child dressed in red and white.

Turning to the upset 5-year-old beside you, a smile is automatic to your face, contrasting her obvious disappointment but you can’t help it as you take in the cuteness of her scrunched nose and pouted lips.

“Hey Ari,” capturing the attention of the toddler in your arms, “can you help me cheer Lu-Lu up? Make her smile?”

Despite probably not understanding the full meaning of your words his attention is immediately on his older sister, chubby arms reaching out for a cuddle. Leaning yourself forward so he can reach it becomes a group hug, your fingers reaching out to tickle at Luka’s sides until the adorable sounds of her giggles reach your ears.

“How about we go see Mama, hey Lu-Lu?” Rapidly nodding her head she jumps from your hold and grabs your hand instead. Out of the corner of your eye, you spot Marlee still safe with Amanda, so you let your youngest two lead you closer to the pitch.

Reaching the barrier separating you from the grass, you watch on as the team in blue forms their post-game huddle. While you prop the kids up to sit on the barrier, a secure arm around each of them.

Your attention falls on the gathered group of celebrating players and a prideful smile finds its way to your face as you take in the celebrations and how much it obviously means to the Arsenal, eyes falling on Leah in particular, as they set off on a run across the pitch.

The little voice beside you brings your gaze back to Chelsea and you see the group break apart, “Mama! Mama!” Heading first towards the bench to collect her coat, the sight of two of your children is enough to bring the faintest of smiles to your girlfriend's face. Arriving in front of you it’s evident how much the past few hours have drained Sam but taking Ari into her arms she manages to summon enough energy to match your children.

“Hi gorgeous,” you greet gently, able to grant her a soft peck before Luka is demanding attention.

“Mama! You scored a goal! It was so exciting! Marlee was even jumping! I’m sorry you lost though, that made me sad. Are you sad?” Listening to the blunt ramblings of your daughter somehow seems to distract Sam briefly from her disappointment with the result as she lets out a laugh.

“I’m a little sad,” your partner confirms.

“It’s okay Mama when we lose it means we learnt more,” the confidence and certainty in the 5-year-old’s tone are obvious and neither of you can help the proud smile you share above her head.

Squeezing the girl in your arms you agree encouragingly, “that’s right Lu-Lu!” You’re about to continue your conversation when a small body barrels into Sam, a flash of red becoming clear as she steadies herself, eyes wide.

“HI MAMA! You played good. I’m sorry you lost even though I’m secretly a little bit happy!” Bobbing her head up from where she had initially buried herself in the striker's torso, Marlee’s brown hair is running wild, eyes shining with joy.

Before any of you have a chance to speak further you’re again cut off. This time by Ari’s baby babbles as he begins making grabby hands over Sam’s shoulder. Your attention shifting to where his has fallen, you lock eyes with Leah as she parts herself from her team, heading towards your little family.

Joining you the first thing Leah does is greet and take hold of her nephew who is on the edge of falling from Sam’s grip with his wiggling efforts to reach her.

“Hey Y/N/N! Hi Lu-Lu.” Her words are joined by the unwavering smile on her face and you can’t help but grin back at her. Nudging her hip into Sam’s who had since bundled Luka into her arms as you attempt to help Marlee sit on the barrier between you, and she jests, “no hard feelings, ay Kerr?”

With a roll of her eyes, you can see Sam can’t help the sister-like pride which springs in her as she says, “nah, course not.”

Watching the scene featuring all your favourite people you can’t help but think maybe derby days weren’t the worst of your fears. The world cup might be a different story though…

(Can’t lie this is firstly far longer than I expected it to become and secondly not how I initially wanted to end it. But let me know if you’d be interested in a Kerr family series because the amount of ideas that sprung to mind writing this is insane.)

#sam kerr x reader #sam kerr imagine #leah williamson imagine #chelsea #chelsea women #arsenal #arsenal women #woso imagine #woso x reader

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thatsdemko · 1 year

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first timer - c.pulisic

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requested: n

pairing: Christian pulisic x fem!reader

prompt: just lie back and let me take care of you.

warnings: nsfw + not intended for minors + mentions of nudity + mentions of oral + hints of a part two(?)

a/n: this had me smiling writing this 🫣

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you’ve never been intimate with anyone before you met Christian. he was physical with his love, and he never pushed your boundaries, but it was starting to get ridiculous how much you stopped him from going too far.

your friends nagged you constantly for not being able to put out, ever. they were always telling you he would get bored and find somebody else worth his time. but the truth was Christian didn’t mind the wait, he wanted to do whatever you wanted whenever you were ready. it amazed you that there was a man out there who truly wasn’t just trying to get in your pants and then leave you.

when you first had the conversation, it made Christian smile at how innocent you were. of course, he understood how important it was to a woman to find the perfect guy to do it with, so he offered to be that guy whenever you wanted, and tonight you were finally taking up that offer.

you had gained a lot of courage to ask him that evening—even though him being your boyfriend and all it shouldn’t have—but there you lie watching him undress and slip on a condom.

“you can back out whenever, okay? just say stop and I will.” he climbed onto the bed where your naked body lay exposed. this was the first time he ever saw all of you, and he couldn’t believe how breathtaking you were under all those clothes. he wished for this to have happened a lot sooner than allowing his imagination to take control.

“is there anything you need from me?” you asked nervously playing with the necklace around your neck watching him get in position. you could feel the anxiety and adrenaline bubbling in your stomach, you were unsure what to feel.

“just lie back and let me take care of you.” was all he said before his lips crashed against yours receiving a hard passionate kiss. your hands wrapped around the nape of his neck, moving down to his back your finger nails gently dug into his skin.

“I need you to open your legs for me.” his demand was gentle, but still firm and you did what he asked. his hands ran up and down your thighs before grabbing your legs and yanking your body closer to his.

“this might hurt, but I promise it won’t be long.” you lie there nodding your head having no idea what to expect, until you felt the tip of his cock enter in your entrance and a gasp escaped your lips at the pain. you weren’t sure how people could find pleasure in this.

“ssh, I know.” he whispered, beginning with a couple of short quick strokes to help you get used to the feeling of him, before deciding to go a little bit further. he saw how your face scrunched and relaxed each time he went a little further, he loved the little moans and gasps he was receiving from you.

“feel okay?” he asked, watching you open your eyes and nod your head. you could hardly breathe because you were met with pleasure and pain. you weren’t sure how much longer you were going to make it until he found your clit and his tip flicked it just right letting cum meet the plastic around his cock.

“good girl.” he hummed, pressing a kiss to your neck before finally pulling out and deciding he had one more trick up his sleeve before calling it a night. his lips moved down your body until he got to your thighs where the nibbling began. you could feel the prickles of his facial hair against your warm wet skin allowing a moan to escape your lips. he felt so good against you.

his tongue lapped your folds hearing you moan his name tugging on his curls. he made sure to clean up the cum that was left down there, he couldn’t believe how sweet you tasted.

the sensation and chills running down your body felt good. you couldn’t believe how much more pleasurable this act was. it had you screaming for more and he listened to those demands.

your legs weren’t the only thing shaking, your breath was uneasy and your heart was pounding out of its cavity. you were ready to come a second time, but you weren’t sure Christian would want that, “can I?” you asked, the words barely escaping your mouth trying hard to not let it out.

“go ahead, baby.” his mouth was there to catch most of it before he decided to get up and grab a towel he placed on your nightstand.

“good job, you feel better?” he asked pressing a soft kiss to your forehead watching your shaking body grow comfortable against the bed again. all you could do was nod in response, there were no words to describe how thankful you were for him.

“next time, I’ll teach you how to make me cum.”

#christian pulisic #christian pulisic blurb #christian pulisic x you #christian pulisic one shot #christian pulisic smut #christian pulisic x reader #christian pulisic imagine #football one shot #football blurb #football blurbs #football smut #football imagines #football fic #Chelsea #imagines

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ladymarycrawley · 1 year

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Love has no boundaries - Mason Mount

Request: you are not english and you always felt like one of masons friends don’t quite like you and you don’t even know why bc you have always been respectful and nice. He always mocks the way you talk and is rude to you and puts you down every time you meet. You always have been insecure and shy and it really affects you. During a night out, he always interrupts you and then started to insult you. Mason gets so angry like you have never seen him before and argues with him bc nobody disrespects or shits on you. You are it for him and he knows that you are not like the other girls and he would do everything in his power to protect you and your relationship.

Warning: some foul words but not much, hints of racism

Tag list: @masonxomount @chelsealover @johnstonesfc @prideofpd @masterclassbaby

Living in a foreign country isn’t always something easy: moving in a new house, starting a new job, meeting new people, dealing with different customs and traditions from the ones you had been following your whole life were some of the most challenging things you had to deal with once you decided London would have become your new home.

The enthusiasm new experiences usually bring along soon turned into peer pressure, something so unbearable it was slowly tearing you apart. As a gift sent straight from heaven to help you, Mason came into your life, soon becoming a blessing to you. He proved himself to be a loving and kind guy, always ready to support you even through your darkest moments and you couldn’t be thankful enough for that.

Given his excitement for your relationship he introduced you to his friends and family rather soon and everyone appeared to be so loving and welcoming towards you. Except for one of his friends: there was this ash blonde haired lad, his name was Ryan, who wasn’t exactly happy with you being in Mason’s life and he didn’t have the slightest intention to hide his feelings or to fake it just to please you.

Ryan was there sneering every time you would open your mouth to say something, not in an amused way though, it was more like he was mocking you. For what? Not for something you said but for how you said it. The truth was that he couldn't stand your accent and apparently anything you would say or do.

The first times you would hang out with him and Mason's other friends you tried to convince yourself it was something your tricky mind was pushing you to dwell on but then you realised it wasn’t your fault at all.

Most nights would end up with you crying yourself to sleep, thinking about that evil look in his eyes and how his glance would square you up and down as if to judge you and state his superiority over you.

Mason didn't have to know anything about it, they were his friends after all and you didn't want him to "break up" with them only because of you. You weren’t the kind of girl who wanted her boyfriend all to herself, alienating him from the rest of the world.

Every time he would notice your eyes glistening with tears, therefore asking you what was wrong, you would always answer, "nothing, I'm just tired" and tried to kiss his worry away.

One night though, when you had just gotten back home from a night out where he found you particularly sexy in your little black dress and wanted nothing but to make you his, you ended up spitting the truth out, unable to keep your pain secret anymore.

The way he couldn't keep his hand away from your thighs added to his sexy, raspy voice whispering sweet nothings in your ear as well as what his dirty mind was thinking about doing to you, helped to keep your worries at bay for a while.

The moment he would sit you on the bed as his lips would kiss his way down your body, starting from your already swollen lips due to all the kisses you shared on your way home, to your exposed neck, his favourite spot to kiss and nip at, you freezed in your place as the images of Ryan laughing at you and imitating your accent popped up in your mind.

You soon turned into some frozen creature that couldn't be woken up not even by her lover's touch.

Mason kneeled down before you to slip your black tights off you, his lips kissing your skin relentlessly. His kisses would have the same effect on your skin as a burning flame would against some ice cubes, his passion and love would always make you melt.

The images playing on your mind of that dick of his friend mocking you pushed bitter but silent tears out of your eyes. Sleeping with your boyfriend was the last thing you had on your mind that night but at the same time you seemed unable to stop him. Your fingers were still tangled in his short hair as your blank stare was focused on the dark wall in front of you, precisely on the shadow your sitting figure was casting on it.

Your mind was so focused on that guy causing you so much pain that you didn’t even notice Mason stopped what he was doing. When you somehow got out of your trance and your eyes met Mason's, you shook your head with a puzzled expression, as if that unexpected gesture just brought you back to reality.

"Why did you stop?"

"Cause you clearly aren't in the right mindset" The slight tone of annoyance you perceived in his voice made your nervousness grow even higher, the loud sigh leaving your lips a clear signal of it.

The young man you were so fond of stood there, kneeled behind you, his arms crossed over your thighs upholding his chin as his glance was set on your worried features trying to guess the reason behind it.

"What's wrong?"

Another sigh echoed in the room making him look even more confused.

“Am I an embarrassing person? Like are you ashamed of me when we go out?”

To Mason the question you just asked made no sense at all, it was so out of the blue to him he didn’t know what answer.

“What? No…where did you get that from?” The puzzled look on his face was so endearing you wanted to kiss him in order to erase it and get that wonderful smile of his back but that would've been inappropriate.

The secret was becoming so heavy in your chest you just needed to let it out.

You lowered your gaze on your naked thighs and started fiddling with your fingers nervously.

“There’s…I know there are people that find me embarrassing, that laugh at me for my accent, because my english isn’t perfect and love making me feel so bad about myself”

“Who are you talking about?”

Finally you raised your look to meet Mason’s breathless chocolate brown eyes and found the strength to say that name out loud.

“Ryan”

“Ryan makes fun of you?” The Chelsea midfielder’s tone was rather surprised as he never took notice of the way his friend was disrespecting you.

“Yeah…I didn’t wanna tell you at first cause I don't want you to stop seeing your friends because of me or something like that…” You got up as you needed to stretch your legs, taking a walk around the room. Mason’s eyes never stopped following your body moving back and forth, taking a seat on the bed as his mind was busy processing all the information you were providing him with, information he’d have preferred ignoring.

“...I also thought it was my fault at first but I didn't nothing wrong other than being nice to him”

“Well, if someone’s a dick is not your fault” He muttered tapping his forefinger against his chin.

“I’ve been feeling so wrong, Mase. I feel so wrong”

“You shouldn’t be. You aren’t wrong at all” After a brief, meaningful pause, Mason opened his arms for you “Come here”

You smiled and threw yourself in his arms as it was literally impossible resisting him. He loved cuddling you and feeling you close, especially at times when he saw you were struggling.

As soon as your body met his, your tensed muscles relaxed and your back started shaking with sobs.

“Shh, that’s okay, babe. I’m here. No one can make you feel like that, no one” He stressed the last two words before pressing a long, lingering kiss against your scalp. “You could never be embarrassing, I’m the only one who can make fun of your accent, okay??” He tried to diffuse the tension with that final joke and succeeded in it, as you let out a soft giggle.

“But you never asked for my permission either”

“I’m your boyfriend, I don’t have to ask for your permission” He playfully rolled your eyes at your witty remark, pushing you down on the bed.

“Well this makes you lose points as the perfect boyfriend. You should always ask for consent”

The English footballer laid his body down on this mattress beside yours, pinning his upper body on his elbows so he could look right into your eyes that, as they always say are the mirror of a human’s soul and in your case it was rightfully so.

He hated being one of those basic people complimenting conventional features as his lover’s eyes but those were really the first thing he fell in love with the moment he saw you.

A lopsided smile appeared on his face as he drew his fingertips closer to your face, to graze his thumb on the spot between your eyebrows. He did it in a way so soft it felt as if he was giving you a facial massage.

“I’d never do something that could hurt you physically or mentally. You should feel free to stop whenever I’m doing something you don’t feel comfortable doing”

Mason sounded genuinely worried, as someone who really wanted what was best for you. You smiled really grateful for the marvelous man he was, he was perfect.

“I will, I trust you with my life so I know you’ll never harm me on purpose”

His thumb moved downwards to caress the side of your eyes before he leaned forward to let the tip of his nose touch your own, therefore giving you the possibility to cancel the short distance between you two and kiss him sweetly on the lips.

His reassuring words and gestures soon changed your mood and you made no opposition to his wandering hands down your body. After all, you didn’t need anything more than to be loved by one of the few people on Earth that wanted nothing but the best for you…

The next day Mason set a night out with the lads purposefully to check on Ryan’s behaviour towards you, even though you wanted to avoid it at first to keep you away from that toxic guy as long as possible.

“You have nothing to worry about, I won’t leave your side tonight, I just want to see how far he goes”

“You’re lucky I love you” You huffed as you applied the finishing make-up touches before the full-length mirror in Mason’s bedroom.

“I know, I’m the luckiest” He pressed his hand against your belly, in a hug from behind, and kissed your cheek before taking his car keys.

That night, apart from his best friend Woody there were also Ben and Reece who were clearly there to give you and him their support since they loved him not only as a teammate but as a friend too and loved you too, as someone who had been beneficial for his life.

It started off quietly with Mason chatting quietly with you and his pals, always making sure you were at ease.

The moment he was waiting for happened all of a sudden, when Ryan started mocking you for some slang words you didn’t grab the full meaning of yet.

“After all these months here you haven’t learnt proper London slang yet? Oh man, she’s a lost cause” He chuckled, holding his hand in his hands in a gesture that conveyed desperation, as if you weren’t smart enough to learn those things in his opinion.

“Well I know more words then when I did when I arrived here so that’s a good start”

Ryan shook his head and emitted some high pitched noises that should have reminded the presents of your voice.

“Hey Ryan, why don't you talk a bit in her language? You always say you’re good with your tongue” Ben remarked, sipping on his drink.

“Hahah well yeah but not in that sense, if you know what I mean” He wiggled his eyes and then looked at you once again “Well Mase, I hope Y/N’s tongue is better than mine so you don’t have to listen to her talking as much in bed”

That was the last straw: you blurted your eyes out in shock and feared Mason could lose his control and do something he would have regretted so you instinctively gripped his arm to block him but he wouldn’t have backed down.

“Why do you hate her so much? Did she do something wrong? Because you have been treating her poorly since the moment I introduced her and she doesn’t deserve that, so stop being a prick”

"What the fuck man? I'm just having fun, she's so funny to me"

"Do you even hear yourself? She's funny to you? She's a real person with real feelings and she deserves respect"

"Yeah only because she's with you now otherwise you'd have found it funny too…chill out bro"

“Oh man you’re so dumb”

“Why do you only care about how I’m treating her now? Did she come crying to you?”

“Because I’ve had enough of your lack of respect, she makes me happy and she’s always nice with anyone so she doesn’t deserve this kind of treatment...you should leave if you don’t think about changing your behaviour”

“You can’t decide if I have to leave or not”

"Leave now and stip shitting on her, did you hear me?!" Mason was getting really angry, like you never saw him and it was getting a bit scaring, to be honest.

“I can leave if -”

“No, Y/N, you stay here. He’s the one who has to leave since he’s too childish to understand he’s not welcomed here”

After having seen everyone in the group was against him, Ryan huffed, still convinced he didn’t do anything, did nothing wrong, and finally left. Needless to stay what happened shocked you a bit, as you didn’t want to be the reason behind any drama but Mason had enough, nobody should have disrespected you like that and he wasn’t there to take anyone’s shit. You were too important for him to see you cry over some stupid guy’s not-so-funny jokes.

"You still have to teach me something in your language"

"What do you wanna know?"

"How do you say I love you?"

"[insert how you say it in your mothertongue]"

Mason smiles and tries to repeat the sentence after you, in the attempt to sound as close to the right pronunciation as possible.

"How was it?"

"Good! You'll speak better than me soon" You giggled, wrapping your arms around his middle. You were nothing but grateful for that man who never failed to make you feel perfect.

He gently raised his fingers closer to your face to brush the corner of your eyes and tuck your hair behind your hair.

"I love you so much" He breathed out against your forehead, pressing a kiss right where his hot breath just touched you.

You closed your eyes pretty satisfied with the life you were living, how could you not be with a man like that by your side?

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