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jealousy, jealousy | erling haaland
featuring; erling haaland x fem!reader
in which; a jealous erling has his way with you after watching you and jack get a little too close for his liking.
requests; open! I love writing little things like this so please feel free to send me any requests/prompts.
“it’s my birthday, you have to do a shot with me!” jack exclaimed, pushing the shot of vodka towards you across the table.
“ugh, not vodka though, jack!” you replied, scrunching your nose up at the glass infront of you.
“c’mon, it’s just one shot.” jack looked up at you with puppy dog eyes and you couldn’t resist, sighing and picking up the shot.
you had became close with jack over the past few months through his friendship with your boyfriend, erling. you had only been officially together for a little over 2 weeks, but jack had been on the scene since your very first meeting with erling.
jack moved to stand next to you, wrapping his arm around your waist as he encouraged you to drink the shot.
you reluctantly cheersed to jack and knocked it back, sticking your tongue out at the sensation that was left once you swallowed the liquid.
across the room, you noticed erling had stopped his conversation with one of jack’s friends and his eyes were practically burning through you.
you moved away from jack’s grasp and put the shot glass down onto the table.
“see, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” jack asked and you rolled your eyes at him playfully.
you felt a hand back at your waist, looking down you saw it was much larger than jack’s and the grip was much tighter. erling.
“can I steal my girl from you?” erling asked jack, voice dark and accent thick.
“sure, she’s had a birthday shot with me, she’s free to go now.” jack replied and erling gave him a quick smile before grabbing your hand and leading you away.
“babe, are you okay?” you asked but erling continued his stride with you in tow.
“don’t call me babe.” he replied as the two of you exited the club.
“what’s going on?” you asked, scanning his face for any hint of a clue.
“we’re going home.” he replied, no emotion to his voice or face.
“why the urgency?” you asked as you both climbed into the car.
he ignored your question and started driving, eyes fixated on the road ahead of him and jaw clenched shut.
you had no idea what his problem was. he was absolutely fine before going into the club, telling you how beautiful you looked in your short black strapless dress.
you figured if he was going to be petty, so would you.
upon entering his home, you ignored him and headed straight upstairs to his bathroom to get ready for bed.
you were about to take your makeup off when your phone buzzed so you took it out to see what the notification was.
right on queue, erling appeared at the door.
“that jack on the phone?”
you furrowed your brows. “jack? no, why would jack be messaging me?”
he shook his head and you thought back to the evening’s events. was erling being jealous?
“I dunno, you seemed to love his touch when you were flirting with him earlier.” he scoffed.
your eyes widened. “oh my god, is that what this is about?!”
he rolled his eyes.
“because I did a shot with your best friend at his birthday?!” you exclaimed.
“no, it’s about you loving his hands all over you.”
“erling you’re being ridiculous now. it’s not my fault if jack is handsy.”
“it’s your fault for loving it.” he said and you huffed in disbelief.
he walked towards you, pushing you back so you were right up against the counter top next to the sink.
you were taken by surprise when his hand went up your dress, running over your silky knickers.
“jack wouldn’t be able to make you come like i do.”
you were at a loss for words as his hand stroked you through your underwear.
“erling…”
“what, baby?” he asked, moving his hands underneath your knickers and touching your wetness.
“did jack get you wet?” he asked softly, eyes staring at yours.
“n-no.” you managed to stammer out.
erling smirked before slowly entering two fingers into you.
“who made you this wet then?” he asked.
you gulped.
“you.”
he smirked again.
“what was that, I didn’t quite hear you.”
he picked up a faster pace with his fingers, hitting your sweet spot. you gasped at the sensation.
“you, erling. you.” you repeated, desperate for him to continue.
much to your displeasure he removed his fingers and turned you around so you were still pushed up against the counter but now facing the mirror.
you watched in the mirror as he stood behind you, attaching his lips to your shoulder. he left a gentle kiss there before working his way up to your neck where he became more rough, softly biting and licking each spot as he travelled up to your ear.
“looks like you need reminding who you belong to.”
you whimpered at his words, you were so turned on.
he reached down and unzipped your dress, pulling it down your body and throwing it to the other side of the room.
he quickly stripped of his own clothes, taking his length into his hand and stroking up and down whilst not taking his eyes off you in the mirror.
“i’m going to fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”
all you could do was let out another pathetic whimper at his words.
he pulled your underwear off your body and you stepped out of them.
“now, be a good girl and bend over so I can fuck you.”
you did exactly as you were told, his words making you even more desperate than you already were.
erling gripped onto your hips and entered you hard and fast, making you moan out in shock.
this was unlike him. he was usually a sweet and gentle lover, concerned his size could hurt you. it was a completely different size to him you hadn’t seen before, and you loved it.
he picked up his pace, each thrust hitting your sweet spot as his grip on your hips stayed tight.
erling removed one of his hands to pull your hair back, holding it in place with his fist as his pace showed no signs of slowing down.
“look at you as I fuck you, baby.” he ordered, pulling your hair back and making you look at the mirror as he continued to ram into you.
“does that feel good?”
“yes erling, oh my god.” you moaned out in pleasure.
“only I can make you feel this way.” he spoke possesively, his thrusts getting even more hard and fast as he pictured you with jack earlier on that evening.
“only me.” he repeated.
you moaned his name as you could feel your high approaching, each thrust now making you see stars.
he brought his lips to your ear.
“are you going to be a good girl and moan my name when you come around my big cock?”
his words were too much for you and you moaned his name as you clenched around him and let the feeling overcome you. as soon as he felt your walls tighten around him he let you of your hair and groaned expletives as he came in you.
you both took a few moments to catch your breath and erling pulled out of you.
“I don’t think you’re going to flirt with my friends again.” he spoke, that cheeky smirk back on his face.
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Ruben Dias x Reader - The Ring
This is what I imagen Ruben look like telling you to get your shit together and find the ring he gave you. 🤭🤭
Summary - Ruben doesn't like it when reader takes off her wedding ring.
Enjoy!
You and Ruben were the complete opposite. He was punctual, you were not. He was tidy, you were not. You were forgetful, he was not. But opposite attract, no?
It did most of the time in your relationship. However it came a day when you forgot something that Ruben just couldn't forgive. At the time you and Ruben had been happily married for five years. Your love was strong, building a life together that you both cherished. However, there was one recurring issue that tested your commitment to each other- Your habit of taking off your wedding ring.
Ruben couldn't understand why you would remove something so symbolic and precious to your relationship. He wore his ring with pride, always feeling connected to you no matter the distance. But you had a tendency to remove your Swarovski emerlad ring, placing it on tables, in drawers, or even misplacing it altogether.
One evening, as you were about to leave for a friend's birthday celebration, Ruben noticed your bare finger.
He sighed, annoyance evident on his face. "Y/N, why do you always take off your wedding ring?" Ruben asked, unable to hide his frustration any longer.
You turned to face him, slightly puzzled. "Ruben, it's just a habit. Sometimes I feel a bit restricted wearing it all the time."
"But it's more than a piece of jewelry," Ruben replied. "It symbolizes our commitment and love. It's a constant reminder of our vows to each other. And the fact that you have a husband waiting for you at home, for all who wishes to know."
Although amused by his jealous rage you realized how upset he was and felt a pang of guilt. You stepped forward hugging him, promising to be more mindful of keeping your ring on.
"Will you get it form me? I think I left it on my night stand."
"You think..." He muttered, but turned around to get it for you.
He came back minutes later, a stale look on his face.
"What?"
"It's not there."
"No?" You scratched your head. "Must be in the kitchen then."
You went on to look for it yourself but ended up with nothing. You returned to Ruben in the hallway. He stood leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. "Did you find it?"
"No." You shied away, too embarrassed to meet his eyes. "I don't remember where I put it."
"Huh? What was that?"
You had mumbled the last part. Ruben pushed off the wall, cupping one hand to his ear, mocking you.
"I said I don't know where it is!" You exclaimed.
Ruben settled with a look that said "I told you so".
"Will you help me look for it, I'm already late for the party."
Ruben sighed but suggested that you'd retrace your steps
You ended up searching the house, room by room, recalling the places that you had been throughout the day. Ruben patiently checked drawers, cabinets, and even the most unexpected spots, hoping to stumble upon the ring.
Panicked, you turned to Ruben and said, "Ruben, I can't find my ring anywhere and I really have to go."
Ruben paused his searching, seeing the genuine panic in you. He contemplated insulting you again, saying "I told you so". However somthing changed his mind last minute. "Okay, just go. I'll continue looking for it."
"Really?"
He nodded. "Tell Maya I said happy birthday and call me whenever you want me to come and pick you up."
You stumbled forward, into his embrace. "Thank you, I love you!"
Ruben made faces as you locked your arms around his neck, planting kisses on the corner of his lip, his cheek and on top of his eyelid.
"Yeah, yeah, just drive safe and call me if you need anything."
You left Ruben to do the searching, thinking all was fair in love and war. However as you spent the night partying with your friends, Ruben spent the night turning the house upside down, to no success at all. In the end he was exhausted, questioning why he hadn't held you more accountable for somthing he believed to be so important in a marriage. You came home that night, unaware of his growing resentment. However it all resurface the next day.
Ruben had been gone all day, training with his team. As the sun began to set, you entered your cozy kitchen, eager to prepare a delicious meal for your beloved husband. However, Ruben, still simmering from a recent argument, sat at the table with a stern expression on his face. Without uttering a word, he turned his attention to the phone in his hand, failing to greet you like he usually does by asking you to come sit in his lap.
Confusion washed over you. The silent treatment from Ruben was deafening, more painful than shouting matches. You tried to recall your earlier dispute, confused to where it had all gone wrong. I mean Ruben had been the one to let you attend your friends birthday party, insisiting he'd stay behind and keep searching for your ring himself. Had he regret his decision of doing that?
Desperate to bridge the growing chasm between you, you decided to swallow your pride and make amends. You approached the cupboards, reaching for the dinner plates on the top shelf. But as you stretched your fingers toward the stack, your petite frame failed to reach them. You hopped and groaned in a desperate attempt to get them, however to no use.
In that moment, seeing you struggle, Ruben's frustration began to fade, overridden by his inherent nature to protect and care for his wife. He quickly pushed aside his resentment and stood up. Without a word, he stepped behind you and effortlessly plucked the plates from the top shelf.
Your eyes widened in both surprise and relief as Ruben gently placed the plates on the counter beside you. In that moment, your physical distance evaporated, replaced by a tender connection only made possible by unspoken understanding.
Feeling a flicker of warmth in your heart, you turned to face Ruben, eyes brimming with gratitude. Ruben, unable to resist the unconditional love shining in your gaze, couldn't help but smile softly. Silence still hung in the air, but it was now infused with a newfound tenderness. It was as if you had silently communicated more in that single gesture than they could ever express with words. Still, you tried.
"I'm sorry, Ruben. I know how important this ring is to you," You whispered, eyes filled with tears.
Ruben's hands went to cup your face, raising your head to look at him. "Hey."
"Hey." You chuckled.
"I mean hey, this is what's important to me, not some piece of jewelry."
"But you said..."
He leand forward, pecking your lips, silencing you. "I know what I said and I was wrong."
"Oh Ruben." You fell into his embrace. "I promise I'll find the ring. I know I left it somewhere around the house."
He shook his head. " It's okay. You'll just have to buy a marker from now on."
You frowned "A marker, why?"
Ruben's thumb swiped across your cheek, his gaze looking deeply into your eyes. "So I can write "Mine" across your forhead whenever you go outside."
You laughed, he laughed. You truly deserved being made fun of.
The ring was gone for now, but the love you and Ruben had for each other remained unchanged.
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Hi could you write about erling not liking when his girlfriend wears a bra around the house/when they are alone? Him being in love with her and her body, but her being insecure, especially having natural big breasts? Erling having a thing for her boobs, but like not only sexual, he likes touching them, using them as his personal pillow, massaging them (his gf telling him he acts like they are his stress balls). Basically him being her biggest supporter :))
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“Erling?!” It was the third time you called for your boyfriend in the last five minutes. Was he deaf? “Breakfast’s ready! It’s getting cold!”
Still no response.
“I swear to God…” You let out a sigh, going upstairs. The house was completely silent due to the sole presence of the two. When you made it to the bedroom, a laugh almost escaped your mouth.
Erling was still wrapped on the covers, just as you left him thirty minutes ago. Seems like the constant attempts to wake him up were useless. His face was buried on your pillow, making your heart melt. You tiptoed around the bed until you were next to him, taking advantage of his sleepness to brush your fingers through his hair. A tiny smile drew on his face, letting you know he wasn’t as asleep as you thought.
“So you decided to sleep in while your servant made breakfast?” You joked, dropping yourself on him.
“Of course not, baby” He replied with his eyes still closed. “It’s just that I’m too tired.” He grabbed you by the hips, and with one movement, you were under him. “What about if we sleep a bit more?” His hands, as usual, slip past your shirt, looking for your boobs.
Typical.
They stopped above your bra, and you heard almost immediately his huff.
“Why are you wearing this again?” He always complained when you wore a bra around the house. Always.
“I told you! It’s more comfortable this way, they’re way too big for me to just let them hang free!” You couldn’t help but laugh, feeling his hands roll your bra up so he could grab them bare. “What I don’t get is why you are always touching my boobs… You know? They’re not stress balls.”
“You sure? They always make me feel better and relaxed after touching them for a while.” His hands were still massaging you. At this point, this type of physical contact wasn’t even sexual. It was more of a weird hug. "And, this is the best pair of boobs in the world. Makes sense, because they're attached to the best body as well."
"Look who's talking" You smiled, feeling your heart do a pirouette, like everytime he said things like that.
“I’m average-looking next to you” His eyes met yours for a brief moment before kissing you the only way he knew. God, you loved this man. “You’re beautiful in any way possible. Sometimes I wonder how I got you”
“Easy. I saw those lips and it was case closed” You said before returning the kiss.
“Sounds like we’re both drawn by looks. How shallow.” He joked back, giving a final squeeze to your chest before letting them go. “What about breakfast?”
“Oh, now you want breakfast?” You laughed, biting your lip when he seemed confused.
“Of course, that food is as delicious as you are, I’m sure” He went inside the bathroom, leaving your blushing self behind.
“Idiot…” You whispered, feeling more in love than ever.
Maybe you should stop wearing bras, they were uncomfortable anyways.
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hii, if you are open to more writing about dad!erling, i have a request/idea?¿
maybe like, their son is maybe 1.5 years old/2 and is already aware to recognize erling and stuff like that, so one night, when erling is having a game and you and son stay home, baby cant fall asleep until erling is there, so y/n and baby just walk around their apartment waiting for erling to return and all of them sleep together in their bed🤭🫶
Baby's Wish
Erling Haaland X Female Reader
Summary: Baby Ragnar can't sleep without Daddy Erling.
I love writing about dad Erling 🥺💓
Ragnar had recently celebrated his second birthday, and he had become the ultimate daddy's boy. With his striking blue eyes and a crown of bright blonde hair, he was a mirror image of Erling, his father. It was almost comical how little he resembled Y/N, and she would playfully tease about how disrespectful it was for her to carry Ragnar for nine months, only for him to emerge from the womb looking like a spitting image of his dad.
Ragnar was an incredibly energetic and curious little bundle of joy. He had an insatiable thirst for exploration, always eager to discover the world around him. But amidst all his adventures, he remained deeply attached to Erling. Their bond was unbreakable. It was no surprise when Ragnar's first word rolled off his tiny lips, and it was "Dada." The sheer adoration in his eyes whenever he laid eyes on his father was undeniable.
Erling's heart would swell with pride and love every time he heard his son call out to him. It was as if Ragnar had chosen Erling to be his ultimate hero and guide in life. The connection between father and son was a testament to the special bond they shared.
Y/N would watch in awe as Ragnar followed his father around, mimicking his every move and hanging onto his every word. She couldn't help but be filled with both amusement and affection at the sight of her little family. Ragnar's unwavering attachment to Erling was a beautiful reflection of the love and care that his father bestowed upon him.
But Days like these were particularly challenging ever since Ragnar became more aware and deeply attached to Erling. Y/N found herself grappling with the difficulty of explaining to their young son why his beloved father wasn't always present, especially during training sessions or when he had matches to play.
It became even more challenging during bedtime, as Ragnar preferred to have his daddy put him to sleep. Tonight was one of those nights.
Erling had an important match scheduled, and Y/N and Ragnar watched the game fervently from the comfort of their home. Ragnar's eyes were glued to the television screen, his little face lighting up with excitement as he recognized his daddy's familiar face among the players.
Y/N couldn't help but find it absolutely adorable, witnessing the pure joy and connection Ragnar felt towards his father.
However, when it came time for Ragnar's bedtime routine, everything changed. The usually calm and peaceful transition to sleep turned into a tearful ordeal. Ragnar cried out for his Dada, his tiny voice filled with longing and sadness.
Y/N's heart shattered at the sight of her baby, his messy curly hair tousled and wild, tears streaming down his face as he desperately called out for his daddy.
"It's okay, sunshine. Daddy will be home soon," Y/N whispered, holding Ragnar close in her arms, trying her best to console him. However, the tears and calls for Erling showed no signs of ceasing. Y/N knew that she needed to find a way to ease Ragnar's heartache and longing.
Making a decision in the moment, Y/N gently suggested to Ragnar, "Let's take a walk around the house and wait for Daddy to come home. Maybe we can see the stars together and make a wish for him." She knew it might provide a temporary distraction and help Ragnar feel closer to Erling, even in his absence.
With tears still glistening in his eyes, Ragnar nodded, his tiny hand grasping Y/N's tightly. They walked hand in hand, exploring the familiar corners of their home. She told him little stories and gave him little tickles, making his laugh fill the house, as they patiently waited for Erling's return.
Y/N hoped that the gentle rhythm of their steps and the love that enveloped them would provide solace to Ragnar's tender heart, reassuring him that his father would be back soon.
As the night progressed and the moon cast its gentle glow, Ragnar's tears slowly subsided. His trust in his mother and the anticipation of Erling's arrival provided a glimmer of comfort. They stood together, looking up at the starry sky, their hearts intertwined, sending their wishes into the night.
And just as Y/N's words had promised, Erling eventually returned home, his footsteps echoing through the hallway. The moment Ragnar caught sight of his daddy's tired but smiling face, his eyes lit up with pure delight. Running into Erling's arms, he finally found the solace and warmth he had been yearning for.
Y/N watched the tender reunion, her heart brimming with gratitude and love. In that moment, she knew that even on the hardest days, their family's bond would always prevail.
"What are you still doing up, my little mischief-maker?" Erling chuckled, scooping up his son into his arms. Ragnar's face lit up upon seeing his beloved father, and he mumbled, "Dada, dada home, miss dada," making grabby hands at Erling's face and showering him with sloppy kisses.
Erling's heart swelled with joy as he watched his son, his eyes shimmering with pride and affection. Ragnar's words melted away any remnants of exhaustion Erling might have felt. His presence had been sorely missed, and he knew just how much his little boy longed for him.
Y/N approached the pair, a smile gracing her face as she witnessed the heartwarming scene. She joined them, pressing a gentle kiss on Erling's cheek. "He couldn't sleep. He cried for you," she said, her voice filled with warmth and love.
Erling tightened his embrace, savoring the feeling of being surrounded by his precious family. There was an indescribable sense of contentment that washed over him, as if the world outside their cocoon no longer mattered.
Nothing else in the world could compare to this moment, where he was at home, embraced by the love of his wife and the adoration of his son.
"Let's go to bed then," Erling suggested, his voice filled with tenderness and determination. With his arms wrapped securely around Y/N and Ragnar, he led them towards their cozy haven, their sanctuary of dreams, and shared moments. As they settled down, intertwining their bodies and hearts, a profound sense of peace washed over them.
In the quiet embrace of the night, Erling whispered softly, "I love you both more than words can express." It was a simple declaration, yet it held the weight of a thousand promises, a testament to the depth of his devotion.
Y/N nestled closer to Erling, their love radiating within the warmth of their shared embrace. Ragnar, his eyes heavy with sleep, nestled against his father's chest, finding solace in the familiar rhythm of his heartbeat.
With a gentle sigh and a heart overflowing with gratitude, they surrendered to the serenity of the night, knowing that in each other's arms, they were home. The world outside might have its demands and challenges, but in this sanctuary of love, they found respite and strength.
As sleep finally claimed them, their dreams entwined, painting a picture of a future filled with love, laughter, and endless joy. Together, they embarked on this journey, united in their bond, ready to face whatever adventures awaited them.
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Original Ask: second here's an erling fic idea. so as you know norway lost to spain in the euro's match, which means erling will obviously be dejected and quite depressed that his country couldn't make it, so what if his girlfriend takes advantage of the days before the premier league starts, and plans a sweet getaway for the two of them. (@findingnemosworld)
Word Count: 667 words
(author's note: i love writing about erling !!! thank you for another lovely request @findingnemosworld 🫶 im sure my haaland anon will like this as well !!)
International breaks were always difficult. However, the added pain of coming home, knowing your team hadn’t qualified, made it worse.
Erling sat dejectedly in the changing rooms. The 1-0 loss to Spain meant Norway hadn’t qualified. He felt like he had let his country down. Checking his phone, he saw a text from his girlfriend that read:
‘So proud of you my love! You played amazingly, can’t wait to see you when you get back home <3’
He sighed. Erling knew she was just saying that to make him feel better. Although knowing she thought he played well made him feel immensely better. He said his goodbyes to his teammates and headed back to his hotel to pack his bags.
After the usual airport experience, Erling arrived back in Manchester. He got out of the taxi that had brought him home and knocked on the door of the house he shared with his girlfriend. The cold air of the UK nipped at his skin as he waited for her to open the front door.
Wrapped up in one of his hoodies, Y/N opened the door and threw her arms around her boyfriend. She knew he would be disappointed by the loss and she wanted to make him feel better.
Erling pulled his bags inside and closed the door behind him. His girlfriend looked up at him, her eyes full of sympathy.
“Go take a warm shower and then we can watch some television”, she told him, "It’ll make you feel better, I know you hate flying.”
He nodded wordlessly and moved slowly up the stairs. Erling undressed himself and stepped into the stream of warm water.
His mind was running through all the things he could’ve done differently. He felt fully responsible for their loss in his heart, even though his head was telling him he wasn’t. He finished up in the shower, got dressed, and walked downstairs to where Y/N was sitting down waiting for him.
The girl opened her arms and gestured for him to come and sit with her. Erling crawled into her outstretched arms and rested his head on her chest. Y/N ran her fingers through his damp, freshly-washed hair.
“It wasn’t your fault, my love. Please don’t blame yourself. You’ll only make yourself feel worse.”
Erling sighed, his eyes stung with unshed tears, “I know, nydelig, I just can’t help but feel I could’ve played better."
Y/N sighed. Her heart hurt for the man she loved so dearly. Erling put his heart and soul into football, and she wished he would recognise when he had done his best.
The next few days were miserable. Erling moped around the house, barely speaking a word to his girlfriend. Y/N had decided to take matters into her own hands. She had booked a getaway to a cabin in a beautiful forest and was about to tell her boyfriend.
“Erling, honey?” She said, knocking on the door to his office. She let herself in, and her boyfriend took his headphones off.
“I have a surprise for you,” She told him, handing an envelope over to him.
“What is it?”
“Open it,” she replied, gesturing towards the envelope that was now in his large hands.
Erling gently ripped open the envelope that he’d been given. He pulled out the piece of paper that was inside and scanned over the text that was written.
“We’re going away?”
“Yes, I think it will be good for you to get away from football for a while and just get back to your normal self. It breaks my heart to see you upset my love.”
Erling got out of his chair and wrapped his arms around his girlfriend. He nestled his head into the crook of her neck and placed a gentle kiss on her shoulder.
“Thank you kjære, thank you for everything.”
The pair remained in each others arms for a while, grateful to have one another to pick them back up when things weren’t perfect.
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𝐰𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 - 𝐫𝐮́𝐛𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐬
・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬.
( 𝐇𝐢! 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐑𝐮𝐛𝐞𝐧 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭! 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐮 )
[ 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 ]
( flex bby boy, we love you )
She stares at her reflection in the vanity mirror, her hair was curled to perfection in beautiful waves, soft features enhanced by the makeup that adorned her face, she topped off the look with a casual floral printed dress, tonight she was going to have dinner with Rúben and his parents, Joao and Bernadete seeing as they were in Manchester visiting for a few weeks, she blinks then shakes her head; grabbing the lip stick to readjust it.
" Baby "
Her gaze travels up to see Rúben standing near the doorway from the reflection of the mirror, he was adjusting the buttons of his shirt then gave her a soft look, " Listen, you'll be fine " he assures her, " My parents already know about you, and they're excited to meet you "
" What if I slip up? or say something that's weird " She huffs, " I don't want them to think I'm too much or that I'm only with you for your money "
Rúben sighs, pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder. " I love you " he murmurs. " You will be fine, and they'll see just how happy you make me, and besides " he smirks, " I love spending my money to spoil you because seeing you dressed in all those dresses, all those nighties and those damn delicious lingerie sets " he whispers before gently tugging her ear with his teeth. " It's very, very fucking hot "
" Rúben " She gasps, swatting his arm as he chuckled, before finally getting a good look at her when she stood up, " so? "
" Baby, I'm starting to think we should postpone the dinner cause right now " Rúben drawls, wrapping his arms around her waist to tug her closer. " I'm hungry for something else entirely, something far delicious than any food "
Her face grows red, " We're going to be late, so ... if we go through this dinner properly " she said with a seemingly faux innocent smile that had a hint of a deviousness. " Maybe we can try that thing you were telling me about yesterday "
A wicked grin appears across his lips, " You serious? "
" Behave during dinner and ... " She leans closer to his ear, " I'll sit on your face like you always wanted "
Rúben beams, " You got it baby "
His parents were as sweet as he had told her about them, a truly humble and loving couple which affirmed to her just how much Rúben takes after them, Bernadete asks her, " So Dahlia, what do you do for a living? "
She takes a sip of her water glass and smiles, " I am a paediatric doctor, I work with kids "
Joao nods impressively before noting, " For how long? "
" Five years and a half, before that I've completed my internship and residency in America " She responds.
" And how did you meet our Rúben? " Bernadete smiles, " I can't tell you how happy I was when he told us he found someone "
She beams at the remark before responding, " It's quite funny " she recalls that day like it was yesterday, " The kids I work with were massive Manchester City fans, so one day the hospital had contacted the team to make a visit and bring a smile to their faces, that day I decided to dress up as a clown to cheer them up as well, and erm ... " she laughs.
" She literally fell into my arms " Rúben grins, " Best day of my life "
" He helped me up, made sure the kids were thoroughly entertained all for him to come the next week alone with gifts and he not so subtly asked for my number, and the rest is history " She said.
" That's so sweet, you know he never stopped talking about you whenever he calls me " Bernadete cooed, " It's so cute just how much he would boast about you "
" He did " She smiles looking at Rúben who was blushing.
" You really have made him happy and we are very thankful for that " Bernadete nods with a soft smile.
Rúben takes her hand, " Mãe, I'm the one who's happy "
Suffice to say that dinner went very well, his parents promised to pay them a visit sometimes; then they were on their way home, and when they got home, they undressed, showered and got ready for bed - Rúben was quick to pull her onto his lap and smirk, " I believe you owe me something "
She giggles and pressed a soft kiss to his lip, " I do, you're right "
" Come on, we have a long night ahead of us "
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some of y’all clearly don't understand what it's like to avert your eyes when your friend starts changing in front of you and your heart starts pounding in your chest and you could say something, SHOULD say something, tell her to change her clothes in a different room and admit to this freakish attraction that you know she doesn't feel, ruin the friendship by coloring every moment of casual intimacy with the knowledge that you are a pervert who wants more, that you are a threat. you don’t say anything. and you look up and watch the pale expanse of her lower back from the corner of your eye as she pulls on a white blouse, and something lurches in your stomach and you laugh at the joke she just told even though you weren’t really listening to the set-up. later on you will feel sick and guilty and cry alone in a bed that feels empty, but for just a moment, you are laughing with a beautiful girl who loves you, and it doesn’t matter if it’s wrong
#this is an old work i posted this on tik tok ages ago and got flamed for being creepy. which i am but still#this is practically peachbeck fanfiction based on my own experiences as a tiny baby lesbian.#not a lesbian anymore due to being a “man” and metrosexual in a city boy way but still relevant context.#as in i wrote this at a point when i identified as a woman and was very intentionally writing about being a woman feeling like this. yk?#peach salinger#peachbeck#you#you tv series#you tv#you 2018#you netflix#feel like this needs a cw but im not sure what…#cw creepery??? cw pervy behavior??? no clue#desire feels poisonous etc etc#hilson#tagging as hilson bc this is very hilson-core to me…. i think they change in the lockers together tooo frequently#them getting they dicks out in the urinals together energy#mostly hilson for me filing caninet of a blog purposes though apologies for cluttering the tag with unrelateds#personal#the gay experience
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Jack Grealish x Reader;
in which he is obsessed with your boobs
You were laying in bed after an exhaustive day at work, watching the news in the TV. That day Jack had to train because the next day was match day, so he has to be ready. You assumed that he was not going to take much longer to arrive. Said and done, you heard the front door open. You were going to get up to receive him but you fell asleep so you decided to wait for him in bed.
It didn't take long until your boyfriend opened the bedroom door and before you could say anything he lay on top of you burying his face in your chest, he was tired. "Well hello there" You said to him in a quiet voice. "Mmm" He growled moving his hand directly to your chest grabbing one of your boobs and start massaging it.
You knew that was going to happened. He was like a child in that aspect. ALWAYS after a long work day he would come directly to your boobs. He describes them as de-stressing. You didn't bother about him being obsessed with them, but sometimes you wished his hands were warmer. The shiver that went down your spine everytime he made contact with your skin wasn't very pleasant at first. But after a few minutes, both of your body's were warmed up.
He continued playing with them until you realised he hadn't showered yet. "JACK PETER GREALISH YOU DIDN'T SHOWERED YET AND YOU LAYED ON TOP OF ME" You said bursting in laugh but at the same time putting his sweatty body.
"You want to help me with that?" He said flirty. "mmm let me think""please please please" You could tell that he was being serious if he was begging like that. "ok ok" He grabbed you by the wrist and took you to the bathroom. Quickly, he took his clothes and you did the same. The both entered the shower and start making out. His hands on your chest covering your boobs with his big and strong hands.
"Can i?" He asked, looking at your eyes with a soap in his hand. "Of course" You replied childish. He passed the soap all over your body, making special emphasis on your breasts, concentrating and carefully leaving a trail of soap that went away with the water. You did the same. It was like an act of love that the both of you like to do from time to time. When you finished, you got out of the shower, put on your pj's and went to bed with your boyfriend again, to rest cleaner.
hii, i hope you liked it and remember to request if you want me to write something
#jack grealish#manchester city#england#jack grealish imagine#football imagine#football#footballer fanfiction#man city#mcfc
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Promise me you won’t regret me [jg]
Author’s note: thank you to the anon who requested this! It was nice to write for Joško for the first time 🥰 hope you enjoy this! Mwah
Warnings: there are mentions of an abusive relationship and violence in this one ‼️
wc: 2066 - English is not my first language! Feedback is always appreciated
The entire game has been a pain to watch. With Real Madrid scoring in the first 12 minutes of the game and City going into half-time losing, your heart just kept racing, anxiously beating in your chest. You knew this game was important. Or course it was! They boys wanted to play the Campions League final so badly, they wanted to defend their title, and they had to defeat Real Madrid once again.
You had your faith, believing they could do it. They did it once, right? This time wouldn’t be any different.
You knew Joško was anxious for the match, he couldn’t stop telling you how badly he wanted to win, how important it was. So, it didn’t surprised you that they went into half-time a little down. But, this is City. The game would definitely take a turn.
And it seemed like everything was getting better when Kevin scored in the 76th minute. Maybe, now the wind was going to blow to your boyfriend’s team side.
You could feel the anxiety building up in the stadium. Everyone was waiting for City to do what City usually does, and eliminate Real Madrid from the Champions League.
But it didn’t happen. Bernardo failed his penalty, and it was over for City. You let your head down, obviously devastated for the boys.
You go back to your car and wait for your boyfriend to meet you there so you two can go home and forget about this terrible loss. You can’t imagine how Joško must be feeling now. He, for sure, must be sad, disappointed and devastated. It’s your turn to take care of him, reassure him, shush all the infinite doubts that must be hovering in his mind right now.
20 minutes later, Joško gets in the car, throwing his backpack in the back seat harshly. His face expresses pure anger now, and you look at him, not quite knowing what to say, so you decide to take his hand into yours, caressing his fingers gently.
He just takes his hand away from your touch aggressively, without even looking at you. You flinch at the way his arm move harshly to get away from you. So you just take the hint and decide to give him some space, not daring to speak or move anymore through the entire ride home.
When you two arrive at your place, you quietly get out of the car, while Joško kept slamming his car door, the front door of your house… an untypical behaviour coming from him. You feel yourself slightly shaking, not knowing what to do to make him stop acting so aggressively. But, he’s mad at the game, not at you. Right? Maybe he just needs to vent for a bit. Right? Maybe you could help… and that’s what you’re thinking when you decide to meet him in your shared bedroom.
Joško is lying down, just staring at the ceiling with no reaction. You sit beside him and it’s like he doesn’t even acknowledges that you’re by his side.
“Baby…” - you call him. He finally looks at you, for what it seems like the first time tonight.
“Do you want to talk it out?” - you softly ask him.
He laughs ironically. “Talk it out? Do you think that is going to help? Talking about shit won’t take back the fact that we got fucking eliminated from the Champions League” - he says in an angry tone.
“I know, but I think it might help-“ - he cuts you off with a loud sigh.
“You know what, Y/N? I don’t care about what you think right now. I really don’t give a shit and the last thing I want right now is you by my side, nagging me about stupid shit that you consider to be better or whatever!” - he screams at you, making you flinch and distance yourself from where he stands, not on the bed anymore, since he got up due to his impatient behaviour.
You walk to the door, feeling that it might be better to give him even more space so he can cool down.
“Yeah, go ahead and leave. I want you far away from me right now” - he says and you can’t help but look at him with a surprised and hurt expression on your face.
“Did you not get the message? Leave me the fuck alone!” - he screams once again and slams the door once you got out of your shared bedroom.
For the first time since you’ve met Joško, you’re scared of him. His behaviour bringing you flashbacks of something in your past that you’d rather forget once and for all: your abusive ex. He was constantly aggressive towards you, bossing you around, treating you so poorly. Unfortunately, you always stayed by his side, despite all the times when he was awful to you. The last drop being the first and only time when he actually slapped you hard in the face. That day, you were out of his life forever, and you promised yourself that you would never have to deal with a men like that anymore.
It took you a while to recover from that relationship, to work on your self love and self esteem and to actually trust again in somebody.
When you met Joško through your brother Phil - introducing you two shortly after Joško joined Manchester City, something inside you immediately clicked. Getting to know him was an adventure that you decided to took on, feeling so safe around him. You never, even in your worst nightmares, would imagine that Joško could act like this towards you.
You can’t keep the tears from falling as you get out of the house and enter your car, driving to the safest place that you can think of right now: your brother’s arms.
Ringing the doorbell, Phil’s girlfriend, Rebecca, opens the door to the crying and shaky mess that you find yourself in.
She rushes you inside, worriedly asking you what happened, while she calls out for Phil.
When your brother sees you, he immediately runs to you, engulfing you in a bear hug - the one you needed to feel the most.
It took you a while, but you managed to calm yourself down and explain to them what happened. Phil’s face is scrunched up in anger, already threatening to teach Joško a lesson if he doesn’t learn how to properly treat you.
You know this is a topic that you should have addressed earlier in your relationship. You two have been dating for only a year, and you haven’t told him about your abusive ex yet. Maybe he would be more careful with his explosive reactions if he knew about it?
Your mind doesn’t stop thinking while you are supposed to be asleep. You are spending the night at your brother’s house, while deciding what you should do with your relationship. Instead of trying and get some sleep, you are fully awake - your mind reminding you of all the bad things that you’ve been through every time you decide to close your eyes for a bit. Around 6 am, your phone starts ringing with messages from your boyfriend.
“Where are you?” 6:02 am
“Are you mad at me?” 6:03 am
“Babe, please talk to me” 6:09 am
“I know I fucked up. But let me make it right” 6:23 am
“I don’t know if you’re still asleep but I also don’t know where you are or even if you are okay” 6:55 am
“Are you at Phil’s???” 7:12 am
“Please just answer me some thing so I can know that you’re okay. Tell me to fuck off if that’s how you’re feeling, I totally understand” 7:24 am
“I just needed to cool down for a bit but I never actually meant for you to leave” 7:49 am
The texts stop once you hear Phil’s phone ringing. You can’t understand what he’s saying but you assume that he told your boyfriend that you were with him.
Your clock now reads 8:12 am. You slept zero seconds tonight, but there’s no point in continuing to rot in bed, even if that’s the only thing that you feel like doing.
You get up and go downstairs to have breakfast with your brother, your sister-in-law and your nephews.
You manage to put something in your stomach even will all the anxiety that has been consuming your body since Joško yelled at you.
Your nephews are the only thing keeping your mind off that. They bring you joy and make you laugh as you are now playing with them.
The doorbell rings and Phil goes to open the door - you don’t pay much attention to that, not really expecting anybody to see you.
Your back is turned to the door while you are building a Lego with your nephew Ronnie.
Your body freezes once you hear Joško’s voice echoing through the living room. You slowly turn to look at his direction, he already looking at you with a sad, regretful and apologetic look on his face.
“Ronnie, let’s give auntie some time to talk to Joško, come on” - Phil says to his kid as he picks him up and they leave you two alone so you can finally talk about what happened.
You two sit on the sofa, not really knowing what to say. You stare at each other, taking in the other’s features. Joško looks tired, the dark bags under his eyes matching yours. His face is also a bit swollen - either from the lack of sleep or from the crying that he also let out.
He tries to reach for your hand, but you keep your body to yourself, not really opening up.
“Babe…” - he says, unsure of himself. You look at him but don’t say a word.
“Your brother told me on the phone that you had a rough past relationship. I’m sorry, I didn’t knew about it. And even if I did know, fuck, nothing would ever excuse the way I treated you” - he explains.
“It’s okay, I should’ve told you about it already. And I get that you were angry about the game-“ - he cuts you off.
“No, forget the game. It was stupid. You were trying to be there for me and I didn’t knew how to deal with my feelings” - you can tell he is blaming himself so hard for what he has done.
He notices you fiddling with your fingers, like you’re thinking about how to approach this conversation and he feels a hole in his chest.
“Please, forgive me, Y/N. You know me, you know I’m not an aggressive man, I’m incapable of doing something bad to you. I love you and this year that I’ve spent by your side has been the most bright and happiest year of my life. I want to continue discovering the world with you by my side. You’re my support, you’re the only person that can make me happy. And I feel like shit for making you feel so bad, for triggering you with my childish behaviour. I promise I can do better, I’ll learn how to deal with my emotions, I’ll be my best version for you. I just don’t want to feel like you’re regretting me, regretting our relationship” - he’s nervous, rambling at this point, with some tears threatening to spill from his eyes.
You look into his eyes and you see the loving boy that you fell in love with. Love is complicated. All of us want to have the biggest smile, but when you love someone, you have to learn how to give in. You can’t smile wider than love. Both people need to give in for the sake of the relationship.
You hold his hand, caressing it now.
“I love you, J. I could never regret you, us” - you assure him.
“I’m sorry I was such an asshole. I’ll never do anything like that again-“ - you shut him up, giving him a sweet kiss on the lips.
“Let’s go home” - you say to him with a smile.
And so you did. Holding hands with your boyfriend, letting go of your past. You two can’t really smile wider than your relationship, you two are one. You are home, love, adventure. And you could never regret that.
#josko gvardiol#josko gvardiol x reader#josko gvardiol x you#josko gvardiol imagine#josko gvardiol oneshot#josko gvardiol fanfiction#josko gvardiol fic#josko gvardiol fanfic#thoughts about football players#football imagines#football fanfic#manchester city#man city
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Hard Launch - Mason Mount & Twin!Brother Phil Foden
boyfriend!mason mount x fem!reader x twin!brother phil foden
Summary: It’s your birthday and what better way to celebrate then to tell the whole world about the person who makes you the happiest.
Warnings: None
AN: In honor of Phil Foden’s birthday I made this cute little instagram imagine. I hope you enjoy!
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yn_foden: happy birthday to my number 1 since the womb! Phil thanks for being the best big brother (even though it’s only by 5 minutes). It’s been an amazing ride with you. It’s been an honor watching you grow and accomplish all these things we talked about when we were younger. I love you so much
philfoden: Dang who is that fine young lad?
↳ yn_foden: definitely not you 😊
philfoden: I love you too little sister. I can’t believe you’ve grown up so quickly
↳ yn_foden: 🙄 we’re the same age Phillip.
mancityfan: Young Phil was so cute. Thank you Y/N for posting these!
↳ yn_foden: anytime
england: happy birthday to our favorite set of twins!!
jackgrealish: HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N (my favorite Foden)
↳ yn_foden: jackgrealish thank you Jackyboy
↳ philfoden: jackgrealish HEY! what about me??
↳ jackgrealish: philfoden you didn't let me have a piece of cake
↳ philfoden: jackgrealish ohh whatever
masonmount: can’t wait to celebrate 🎉 ❤️
↳ masonfan: masonmount a red heart???? What the heck
↳ yn_foden: masonmount ❤️❤️❤️
↳ philfoden: yn_foden OMG IS IT HAPPENING
↳ yn_foden: philfoden SHHHHHHH
↳ masonfan: philfoden i think I might pass out
mancity: That last picture though 💙. Happy birthday Y/N and Phil!!
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yn_foden: life recently! ft. my birthday.
Thank you all for the birthday wishes I appreciate them all 🫶
tagged: masonmount
user_2: WHAT THE FUCK. THEY'RE DATING??
masonmount: I love you Y/N
↳ yn_foden: I love you too Mason. Thank you for making me the happiest girl ever
↳ masonfan: masonmount dang he’s really off the market
user_3: This was definitely not on my bingo card
philfoden: FINALLY!!!! It’s only taken 2 years to post this!!
↳ yn_foden: oh shut up
↳ fan_1: 2 YEARS?? They’ve been together for 2 years and we didn’t even know
philfoden: ALSO, why that picture Y/N?? You promised to never show it again
↳ randomuser: I know what my new profile picture is going to be now
↳ yn_foden: randomuser DO IT!!!!
jackgrealish: cutest couple ever!! Please just keep the PDA down now that you’re public
↳ masonmount: jackgrealish no promises 😏
judebellinghman: MY PARENTS. I love you guys
↳ yn_foden: judebellinghman my favorite son! Thanks for the birthday present btw
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AN: That's it! I hope you enjoyed. Feel free to come talk to me or request something. Feedback is always appreciated
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♡ a snippet from my fic - Scarlet and Erling’s first time together
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We relocated to the couch where we sat cuddled up together as some movie played. I wasn't paying any attention to what was on the screen as I rested my head against his shoulder.
Erling placed one of his hands on my legs and gently begun caressing my skin.
"You always wear such short things." He commented, his eyes lapping up my bare legs.
My body froze under his touch.
"To be fair I am tall so pretty much everything is short on me even if it's not intended to be." I managed to mutter out, my heart rate increasing as his fingers went further up my thigh.
"You are going to get me into trouble one day." Erling left his hand on my thigh, dangerously close to where I wanted him.
Before I knew it, he had closed the small gap that was between us and softly planted a kiss onto my lips. The kiss didn't last long before he pulled away, leaving me disappointed.
It felt like his eyes were burning through me as I watched as he studied my face. The tension was killing me and I knew he must've felt it too.
I reached out and grabbed the last of my wine, swigging all that remained to give me the confidence boost that I so desperately needed.
"Did you want to show me where your bedroom is?" I asked and his eyes immediately lit up.
I thought back to the first time I was here and how I had ran away when he had asked me the same question. Now it was me that was asking to be taken there.
This man was doing serious things to me that no one had ever made me feel before.
Without saying anything, he scooped me up into his arms and carried me to his bedroom.
He carefully put me down onto his bed. I didn't even have time to look around the room as Erling climbed on top of me.
He leaned in, capturing my lips with his. Sighs and moans passed from both of us as he caressed my body with his hands. He ran his tongue over my lips and I gladly parted them allowing him to slip his tongue inside.
Erling pulled away. His gaze wandered down my body and landed on my pink lacey knickers that were now on display after the friction of Erling's body had caused my dress to ride up. He groaned softly when he noticed and he moved down my body.
He kissed up each of my legs till he reached the bottom of my dress, pulling up the fabric a little more to rest on my midriff.
He brought his face to my knickers, his hot breath hitting me before he planted a singular kiss onto me.
His hands went to each side of my knickers as he toyed at the material.
"Can I take these off?" He asked, looking up at me. I nodded.
He slipped my knickers off and down my legs, chucking them somewhere to be found later.
He bought his face back to my now exposed area and wasted no time attaching his tongue to my clit, the shock of the sensation making my body bolt.
Erling smirked. "Relax, baby."
I listened to him and led back. Erling bought his tongue back to my centre, making small strokes.
Without moving his face, he brought my legs up onto his shoulders so he could get a better angle before going back to licking and gently sucking, causing me to moan.
I reached down and pulled his hair out of the tie, allowing my hands to tangle through his blonde locks. I looked down at his face buried into me and my legs hitched over his back. I could see his muscles through his white shirt and God, he was so hot.
He removed his mouth, instead bringing his thumb down to rub me, glancing up to see if I was enjoying it.
This man.
"Does that feel good, baby?" He asked, speeding up the movements of his thumb.
"Oh my God." I moaned at the sensation before bringing my hands back to his hair, causing him to replace his thumb with his tongue once again.
He lapped me up, drawing small circular shapes around where I was now throbbing for him.
Much to my dismay, he stopped.
Erling stood up and removed his shirt and jeans, leaving him in just his pair off pants.
He climbed back onto the bed and pulled my dress off my body. He took a moment to study my body that was now left in just my bra.
"Fucking hell." He murmured before climbing back on top of me, attaching his lips to my neck.
He planted quick, gentle kisses down my neck to my collarbone till he reached my breasts. He ran his finger tips across my hardened nipples that were just covered by the thin lace, making me whimper.
"As pretty as this is, let's get rid of it." He expertly unclasped my bra and threw it to the side before discarding of his boxers.
He was now hovering above me, his naked body inches away from mine.
I was nervous at being so exposed to him but excited at the same time.
I looked up at his eyes, his pupils had widened and there was little of the beautiful blue colour to be seen now.
He bought his hand up to caress my face. "Are you sure you want to do this, baby?"
My heart fluttered every time he called me baby.
"Yes, Erling. I've never been so sure of anything." I spoke truthfully.
He took himself into his hand and stroked up and down a few times. I looked down and my breath hitched as I noticed how big he was.
"Do you want me to use a condom?" He asked, studying my face.
"Um, I'm on the pill and definitely clean so you don't have to."
Erling nodded.
"Me too. Not on the pill, I just meant-" I laughed as he stumbled over his words, grateful for it breaking the tension.
He took himself back into his hand and using the other to hold my hip slowly guided himself in.
"Fuck." He mumbled as he entered me, letting out a shakey breath.
"Let me know if you feel uncomfortable, okay baby?" He asked, looking at my face for any hesitation as he eased the rest of the way into me.
I yelped slightly at the shock. He was big. Seriously big.
Erling looked concerned and went to pull away but I tightened my grip around him.
"Can you just... go slow to begin with, please?"
Erling nodded, looking down to watch himself as he pulled out of me to slowly enter again and eventually begin a slow pace.
He groaned and buried his face into my neck as he thrusted in and out of me, building up a faster pace.
I tried my best to focus on the beautiful man above me who was holding me so tightly as he fucked me. Each time he went past a certain point I felt a sharp pain, and after a couple of minutes I couldn't brush it aside any longer.
"Erling?" I spoke quietly.
"Yes, baby?" He answered hoarsely as he continued his movements.
I didn't want to stop him but as things quickened, I was struggling.
"It's hurting." As soon as I said those words he immediately stopped, moving his head from my neck to look at me. He slowly slid out of me, making me wince.
"Oh, no. Oh, Scarlet I am so sorry. I didn't realise I was hurting you." He spoke, his voice cracking at the end.
"It's okay, can you just give me a minute?"
"No, we don't have to do any more Scarlet. I'm so sorry I hurt you." He stroked my face as we locked eyes. His were glistening. He was visibly upset he had hurt me even though it was through no intention of his.
In that moment, I felt so connected to him. Looking back, this was moment I could see myself falling in love with him.
After a minute I reached down and stroked him a couple of times, making him groan in surprise.
I lined him up to me.
"Do you want to try again?"
Erling took a sharp breath.
"Baby, please tell me if it hurts again." He said, waiting for me to nod before he tried to enter me again.
I could feel myself still tense. He was a good few inches in and stopped for a second before trying to go any further.
"I'm sorry. I think I'm just really tense from nerves."
"Baby, I'm literally inside of you. There's no need to be nervous anymore." He said sweetly as he moved my hair from one side away from my neck, planting some sloppy kisses on my neck, knowing how much I loved this.
He soon relaxed me and managed to enter me all the way, letting out a groan into my neck.
As my body got used to him, the uncomfortable feeling subsided and was replaced with pleasure as he thrusted.
He bought his forehead to me, looking me dead in the eyes as his movements continued, making me moan in pleasure.
He smiled hearing my moan, obviously pleased he was making me feel so good.
"Does that feel nice?" He asked in a slightly mocking voice, knowing the answer.
"Oh my God." I moaned as he picked up his pace.
The kisses were passionate, even meaningful as he did his best to keep his soft lips on mine, only breaking away when a moan would escape either of our lips.
Eventually Erling pulled away, scrunching his face up slightly before speaking.
"Fuck, Scarlet. Can I come in you, baby?" He asked, looking at me desperately.
I mumbled, struggling to speak cohesive words with how he was making me feel.
"Mmm."
"Baby is that a yes?" He asked quickly, needing confirmation.
"Yes, Erling." I managed to get out.
Erling hid his face into my neck as his movements got quicker, catching my sweet spot each time which caused me to clench around him.
I felt my tummy go as I realised what was happening. No man had ever made me come like this.
I let the unfamiliar blissful feeling take over and I moaned Erling's name.
I dug my nails into his firm back as he moaned expletives in my ear, coming undone in me.
We led in silence for a minute, catching our breath before he slid out of me.
He pulled me into him and I gladly cuddled up to him, putting my face against his chest as I listened to his pounding heartbeat slowly begin to return to normal.
We stayed like this for what must've been a good 10 minutes before he got up and took himself to the bathroom after telling me to stay put. He returned a few minutes later with his pants now back on, a damp flannel and a towel in his hands.
I couldn't help but stare at his body as he sat down onto the bed.
"I thought I'd better clean up my mess." He said as he carefully pulled the sheets away from me.
He bought the cold flannel down to me and wiped me where his juices had seeped out. The sensation of both the cold water and the tenderness from taking him made me wince. Erling looked heartbroken.
"Did I really hurt you that bad?" He asked concerned as I sat up.
"It's okay, Erling. It's my fault for being tense."
"Scarlet it's not your fault if I've hurt you. You shouldn't have let me carry on." He asked, a tone of anger creeping into his voice.
I knew he was angry at hurting me, not at me, but I didn't know what to say. I felt tears begin to form in my eyes, a mixture of the pain, Erling's tone of voice and the overwhelmingness of what we had just done.
I sat up and began scanning the room for my discarded clothes.
"Scarlet?" Erling asked as I got up and quickly put my underwear back on.
"I need to leave." I went to pop my dress over my head when Erling stopped me, pulling my wrists to my side.
"Please, I just want to go." I said, my voice breaking as I could feel tears brimming at my eyes.
Erling noticed and he looked truly devastated.
"No, no, no." He grabbed me into his arms and sat back down on his bed as he cradled me in his arms.
I gave in trying to leave and accepted my fate. I rested my head in the crook of his neck and he kissed the top of my head.
"I didn't mean to shout, I'm sorry."
I avoided his gaze, instead looking down to my hands. "It's okay." I muttered.
"I just can't deal with the thought of you being in pain, let alone me being the one causing it." He spoke quietly.
"Seriously, it's fine. In the end it felt amazing. Just... it's been a while and you're... not exactly small."
He couldn't help but laugh slightly as he ran his hand up and down my arm.
We sat there with me in his lap for a good five minutes and just enjoyed each other's presence.
"Stay here." He got up and put me back down onto the bed.
He returned what must've been 10 minutes later and asked me to follow him into the bathroom.
I followed him into the beautifully marbled room where he had ran me a bubble bath and placed a clean pair of his pants and t shirt on the side, presumably for me to put on.
I caught a gimped of myself in his mirror. I looked absolutely fucked. I was just in my underwear which weren't on properly, my hair looked like it hadn't seen a brush in about a week and there were numerous hickeys on my neck.
They'd be fun to cover come Monday.
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Idea!
Getting in a big fight with Ruben becos he just assumes you will go to his away game (maybe with Portugal?) but you never said that and you told your friend you would go to her birthday dinner that same weekend back in Manchester
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Ruben Dias x Reader - Hate It When We Fight
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Ruben had a bad habit of assuming that you didn't have plans for the day. It didn't matter if you had a packed schedule or a long list of tasks to complete, Ruben always seemed to think that you had nothing better to do than spend time with him. Today was no different.
"Why haven't you packed your bags yet?" He asked.
"Pack my bags?" You sat comfortably on the sofa, watching TV. "Why would I do that?"
Ruben had appeared before you dressed in a full traveling kit. You had known about his away game with the Portugal's national team, but not about Ruben plan's to bring you with him.
"You're coming, aren't you?" He said. "The taxi will arrive in twenty minutes. Just pack the essentials and I'll buy you whatever you need over there."
"Ruben?" You were caught off guard by the way he adressed you, hesitating before responding. "You know I can't just pack my bags and go with you, right?"
"Why not?" He shrugged, genuinely confused.
"Um...maybe because I have plans of my own."
He snorted "What plans?"
"What plans?"
You had been planning to use that week to focus on a big project at work and your best friend had invited you for dinner tomorrow night. Ruben was well aware of this since you told him a couple of days ago. Hadn't he listened to you?"
"Y/N, it's a big game." He said. "Everyone's friends and family are gonna be there. Just pack a bag and that will be it."
"Ruben, are you not hearing me?" At this point you were getting really annoyed.
"I hear you baby, I do. But I'm sure your boss can give you a day off, can't she?"
You stood, folding your arms. "No she can't Ruben because that's not how the real world works."
"What's that's suppose to mean?" He felt the tension erupting between you.
You sighed. "Ruben it means I'm not here to tend to your every need. My days do not evolve around your life."
"I didn't say that."
"No. But you did ask me to take a day off without considering that maybe I'd want to work, not go to your game."
His response was silence, a deep frowned on his face. You felt guilty but obligated to hold your own. "I'm sorry if you counted on me to be there for you, but I won't be able to make it this time."
"I get it." He nodded, voice clogged with somthing. "I shouldn't have...I shouldn't have..." He really struggled. "...whatever you said."
"I'm really sorry baby. Will you still give me a call once you've reached the hotel?"
"Sure." He nodded, but did not meet your eye. "I will call you."
"Great, have a safe trip."
You stepped forward, expecting a kiss. Ruben however, ignored you, or perhaps didn't see you step up to him. Instead he moved on to the hallway where his bags waited.
"I guess I'll see you in three days." He mumbled.
"See..."
The door slammed shut before you could finish the sentence.
"...you."
Somthing very odd and unpleasant washed over you. It made you wonder, had you done somthing wrong?
For the rest of the evening you kept your phone near, expecting a call from Ruben at any moment. However there was nothing. Not a call, not a text, just radio silence. It was so unlike him, so you decided to call him yourself. However, you were immediately discarded towards his voice mail. If Ruben was upset, you thought, ignoring you was definitely not the way to handle things. Three days went by without you hearing a word from him. You would have assumed the worst if it hadn't been for the pictures his teammates took of him, posting them online.
"Whatta hell Ruben?"
It was not the warmest welcome he received upon his return. But you could never stoop so low as to ignore your boyfriend for three days just because of a small argument.
"I waited for you to call me for three days." You showed with your fingers. "Three fucking days Ruben."
"I know and I'm sorry." He muttered, leaving his suitcases at the door. He walked over to the sofa, taking a seat. "I needed time to think."
"Think about what?" You frowned.
Ruben shrugged "Us, our relationship."
"Oh."
You sat down next to him.
"W...what did you....did you...?"
"I thought alot about what you said, about how the real world works."
Since you hadn't really meant much by those words, you could only glare at him. "H...how does it work?" You asked nervously.
"I guess that's what I don't know. I used to know, but now I don't."
What do you mean baby?" You scooted closer, seeing how Ruben had really gone through this question in his mind. You knew how much he hated having to play football when things weren't sorted in his head. In a way you felt responsible.
"Fuck, Y/N, I owe you an apology." He sighed. "You were right. I just assumed that you didn't have any plans these three days. That you could just pack a bag, leave your life behind just to join mine. Little do I forget about the privilege I have to be able to travel the world, doing what I love. For a moment I truly assmued that my life was better than yours, that my offer was one you wouldn't say no to. What a dick move that was. I really am sorry."
"Oh Ruben." You, threw yourself at him, hugging him. He shifted his weight so that you would lay under him instead of on top of him on the sofa. He cleared your face of hair that had fallen over your eyes, bending down to kiss your lips.
"Fuck I missed you."
Butterflies invaded your stomach for Ruben looked at you like there was no one else.
"I missed you too."
He kissed you like there was no one else.
"Forgive me."
He wanted you like there was no one else.
"I forgive you."
There was no one else in the world that loved you the way Ruben did.
"Y/N, please." He pleaded. Somthing like this will never happen again." His head shifted to lay against your breast, your heart beating in his ear. Your hand stroked his cloudy hair. "I know baby, now let's just let this go."
"Okay." His eyes shut. "Just know that..." He was halfway asleep. "...I really am sorry."
As his breathing slowed down, Ruben was finally able to rest. You weren't the only one who hated it when you fought.
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WIP Wednesday
Haven't done this in a while, but I figured I would do this again since I have a couple of fics in progress right now. And noticing how much you like Space Oddity, I'm also deciding to tease Chapter 7 in this WIP post.
The other two WIPs I want to share are two Christmas fics I've been working on as of late.
Those being a Christmas follow-up to the Thanksgiving fic I posted, Carving the Turkey and an Jim Bussey and Heather Mattis fic.
Scroll to the two Christmas WIPs proper for the plot summary. 😉
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Space Oddity
"Saaltar, can I ask you something," you gently asked as the car kept driving you two down the road to your home.
"Sure," he replied, before looking back at you with a smile. "What's on your mind?"
"I was just wondering what you were thinking about earlier," you said, looking closely at him to see his reaction to your inquiry.
"Earlier?"
"Yeah, like where was your mind when we were walking to the cafeteria earlier?"
"Oh," he moaned in relief. "I was just thinking of how I don't want to leave Earth."
"Wait, really?! Why? I know you like Earth, but you're an ambassador. I mean that's pretty impressive."
"All that glitters is not gold, Teri," he moaned. "Yes, I do like being an ambassador. But being here, even for this short time, has made me realize how much I've missed out on. Keitalea is a beautiful place, but we don't have the beautiful wildlife you have. It's a technological, urban wasteland. That's why I started my study in the first place. I needed a new choice of scenery. I want more than what I've known my whole lifespan. I want this...and I want you. My illuminescent has never been so active inside of me. I've never felt so alive since Maalita..."
"Maalita?" you curiously asked. "Who's Maalita?"
"I rather not talk about it. Forget I said anything," he sadly said. "The point I was trying to make before is I'm purposely trying to extend my study and stay here. I don't have anything in Keitalea like I have here with you."
He looked like he was trying to hold back tears, so you rubbed his back to comfort him.
"Saal, it's okay. You're welcome to stay with me as long as you want. Trust me, I'm the last person that wants you to go back home. I would miss you just as much you would miss me. I'm sorry for asking."
"It's okay," he said as he took your hand from his back and kissed it. "You were just concerned."
"Of course. Because I really care for you."
"Ditto," he said before he kissed your hand again.
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Hot for Santa
Plot Summary: Jim is volunteering to be Santa for the local library's Storytime with Santa event. He agrees to do so since he thinks it'll be a great way to reintroduce himself into the town for Heather's sake. The event involves him reading to the kids, asking what they want for Christmas, taking pictures with each kid. Heather is also there, dressed like an elf. She takes pictures and reports on the event for her day job but also serves as emotional support for her introverted boyfriend. (Smut happens after the main event of the fic. 😉)
"Hmm, looking good," Jim hummed as he looked at himself in the mirror. The old man was warmly clothed in a full Santa suit, posing in front of the looking glass.
He really did believe what he said, until his eye moved to his big belly.
"Well, at least Annie will think so," he moaned.
He didn't really like how much weight he gained over the year, but he knew his girlfriend didn't mind. She loved him just the way he was.
"Now where is she?," he pondered before his phone started to vibrate off of his bathroom counter where he left it. Swiftly, he picked it up to see a message from his beloved.
Heather: Your helper elf is on the way, Santa. 😘 Sorry for the delay. Brad wouldn't shut up.
He playfully rolled his eyes as he read the text. Her boss was always so talkative and always made her borderline late to events she was gonna attend for a news story.
So why would the Storytime with Santa event be any different?
Jim: It's okay. I know how Brad is. Take your time and use your key to get in. I want to surprise you.
He put his phone back down after that, knowing he probably shouldn't text her anymore since she was driving.
After, he went back to combing and grooming his snowy white beard. His facial hair was just as thick and soft as ever, but had gone from grey with speckles of white to just white like his chest hair.
His girlfriend also liked that though, so he decided against dying it back to his grey color, instead letting the grey just overtake the hair on his head.
70 would be hard for most men, but with the young and vibrant Heather by his side, he felt like a million bucks.
And just the thought of seeing his sweet Heather, well Annie as he called her, made him happily hum as the bristles went through the white. But he didn't have to wait for her much longer, since she arrived as soon as he put the comb down.
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Harry Christmas
Plot Summary: On a fateful morning a couple of days before Christmas, a NWH-type event happens right in the penthouse Norman now shares with his beloved girlfriend, Deja. That event being Harry waking up in his old human body (circa 2007) in his old room. His sudden return, of course, shocks his father and butler as well as Deja. But they accept his return as a Christmas miracle, and make up for lost time during the holidays. But will Harry be able to stay or will he have to return to his former eternal rest?
Meanwhile, in the abandoned bedroom, a gust of wind chill from the hairline size opening of the forgotten broken window crept through.
It breezed past the old wood, peeled wallpaper, and remnants of the yesteryear of a decade long passed, before tickling the nose of its former inhabitant.
The chill immediately woke him up, before he jumped up and opened his eyes. Immediately, shock set in as he looked around in the old, unkempt room while his psyche finally realized where he was.
He was back in his old room...in the penthouse...in Manhattan.
But how?
He didn't remember how he returned to the land of the living. All he remembered was a flash of white before he was knocked out, and now he was here.
Still, he felt weird in his former human body.
For two decades now, he felt weightless and now he was forced to endure the gravity of the Earth again as well as a slow decay of the human form.
But he decided to take it in stride, especially after his senses were awakened by the smell of breakfast.
So with haste, and a short montage of picking an old pajama set to wear, he made his way downstairs eager to see Bernard again.
But as he cleared the corner, he was shocked to find a curvy black woman with a robe and a headscarf on in the kitchen instead.
Who was this lady?, he thought. Was she the new help? Or was she a secretary that his father managed to bed?
"Oh, Manny, finally you're awake," she chirped before she turned around. But she was more than shocked to see Harry standing in front of her instead of her boyfriend.
"Harry?!" she exclaimed.
"Manny? Who's Manny? How do you know my name? And who are you?"
"I can't believe...how...where...what," she asked in shocked before she had to sit down. "You're dead. How is this possible?"
"I'm not sure," he answered crossly. "But would you please be so kind to answer my questions."
"I must be dreaming," she murmured. "This is all a dream and you aren't here. Right, right..."
"I assure you I'm real," he insisted before he touched her hand. She jumped and pulled her hand back before looking up into his lively smoky brown eyes.
"Oh my gosh. I'm not dreaming. This is real," she exclaimed before she began to tear up. "I don't know how this is possible, but I'm actually happy you're here. Your father needs you. He missed you so much and has told me so much about you."
"Wait, he misses me? How do you know that? What has he told you?" he asked before sitting down across from her.
"I know that because I'm your father's new girlfriend," she started. "My name is Deja Salazar-Tate and your father is my everything. I love him so much. And he really regrets how he left things. I think he seeks closure and your forgiveness."
"He does love and miss me," he mumbled to himself before he looked back at the woman across from him. "Thank you for the confirmation. I feel the same. I wish we could get the time back."
"Unfortunately, you can't get that time back," Deja said softly before squeezing his hand. "But that doesn't mean that you can't use the time you have now to make amends. I want that for both of you. All I want for Christmas is Norman's peace of mind."
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hello, i want to request but i don't know if you write imagines where reader is pregnant or dad! erling. so please lmk🤍
Good Strong Viking Name
Erling Haaland X Female Reader
Summary: Reader and Erling have their first baby.
Ok, I love this. I love dad, Erling. I myself want to have like 6 kids, so I love family fics, so I had such a fun time writing this.
During the last trimester of her pregnancy, Y/N found herself eagerly awaiting the arrival of her little bundle of joy. She had reached a point where her body was thoroughly exhausted and constantly in pain, making every day a struggle. Her swollen feet and hands resembled balloons, causing her great discomfort.
To make matters worse, her once petite frame had expanded to a size that made her appear as if she were carrying twins - an idea that had been ruled out during her prenatal checkups.
Y/N couldn't help but wonder if the reason for her increased size was due to the baby's size, especially given that Erling, the father, was incredibly tall. Despite the discomfort and challenges she was facing, Y/N tried to stay positive and look forward to the day she would finally get to hold her little one in her arms.
Y/N was relishing in a relaxing bubble bath when she heard the front door open. She smiled to herself, knowing that her husband, Erling, had just arrived home from his training session. Suddenly, she saw him standing at the bathroom door, gazing at her in awe.
His eyes were filled with admiration for the little family they had created together, and he was brimming with excitement to meet their little one. Erling was proud of his beautiful wife for being so strong throughout the pregnancy, and he knew that he wouldn't be able to handle it if he was in her position.
When Y/N opened her eyes and saw Erling, she greeted him with a smile. "Hey, you're home," she said. Erling beamed in response, "I am. I just love watching you like this."
Y/N laughed and jokingly responded, "Let me give birth to this baby first before you put another one in me."
Erling approached the bathtub to help Y/N out, grabbing a towel to wrap around her.
"I definitely will put as many babies in you as you will let me. I want a whole football team," he teased, leaning down to give her a kiss.
He then lifted her up and walked them to their bedroom, where he gently laid her down on the bed and helped her dress.
After helping her dress up, "Can you go downstairs and grab my phone? It's in the kitchen," Y/N asked him.
"Of course, my love," Erling replied, eager to help.
As he made his way downstairs, Y/N felt something streaming down her legs. When she looked down, she noticed that her water had broken. Fear took over, and she began to panic, screaming for Erling to come quickly.
Erling raced up the stairs, his heart pounding with fear that something bad had happened. "My water broke," Y/N cried out, Erling himself started to panic, but he quickly stopped himself, knowing he needed to stay calm for both of them.
He quickly pulled out his phone, "I'll call the midwives."
"We are still a few weeks away from the due date," Y/N said, her voice shaking with fear.
Erling stopped and took her face in his hands, looking deep into her eyes. "Baby, calm down. Let's take a deep breath. I love you, and you're going to do great. You're strong, and you were born to do this. I'm here with you," he said, hoping to calm her down.
Y/N took a deep breath and felt her panic dissipate after hearing Erling's words. She knew that with his love and support, she could handle anything.
Y/N and Erling were excited and nervous for the home birth of their little one. They wanted to do things as naturally as possible and have all their loved ones there to support them in this vulnerable situation. They called their midwives and family members to join them in their living room, where the birthing pool was set up, and a safe and comfortable space was made for Y/N.
As Y/N's contractions became more intense and frequent, she got into the birthing pool and Erling held her close while the midwives encouraged her to push. She tried with all her might but exhaustion had taken over her, tears streaming down her face. "I can't do this," she cried out.
Erling held her tighter and kissed her forehead, "You can do this, my love. You're so close, just a few more pushes." His words gave her the strength to continue, and with a few more pushes, their baby was born. They heard the cries of their little one, and Y/N released the breath she had been holding. She had done it!
The midwife asked Erling if he wanted to cut the umbilical cord, and he eagerly did, tears streaming down his face as he held his son for the first time. They laid the baby on Y/N's chest, and the room erupted in cheers. "It's a boy! Congratulations!" exclaimed the midwives.
"He's so big, and he looks like you, Erling," Y/N said as she opened her eyes to look at their baby. Everyone in the room laughed, and Erling was overcome with emotion. This was undoubtedly the best day of his life.
One week after the birth of their son, Erling had a match for Manchester City, which they won. However, his mind was completely occupied with the thought of getting back home to his beloved wife, Y/N, and their adorable little bundle of joy.
After the game, he was interviewed by a reporter. The reporter asked him about the match, but before the interview was over, the reporter suddenly brought up the news of his son's birth.
Erling's face lit up with a smile, his heart overflowing with joy as he talked about Y/N and their newborn son. "Yes, she did an amazing job, and I'm so happy and excited to get back home to them," he said, his eyes shining with pride and love.
The reporter then asked the big question, "What did the great Erling Haaland name his son?"
Erling's smile grew even wider as he replied with enthusiasm, "Ragnar Alfie Haaland, a strong Viking name for our little warrior." The pride in his voice was unmistakable, and his eyes sparkled with love and admiration as he spoke of his son.
The reporter nodded, clearly impressed, and wrapped up the interview. Erling couldn't wait to get back home to Y/N and their little Ragnar, who he knew was already destined for greatness, just like his namesake.
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I have such bad Pete Conlan x Cody Walsh brain rot I put alternate universe versions of them in an original work—and then my professor suggested I turn it into a novel.
#lgbtq#gay#writer#fanfiction#fanfic#pete conlan#cody walsh#t4t couple#genderfluid!cody walsh#trans man#the unsleeping city#dimension 20#d20#ally beardsley#brian murphy
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Jack Grealish Fic Collection
Links to the fics are in the titles below.
Kisses for Breakfast (One Shot, Smut)
Summary:
Waking Jack Grealish involved three stages.
Believe (One Shot, Smut)
Summary:
"After 90 minutes the game ended in a draw. Y/N can feel the frustration from the audience. That frustration was soon followed by disappointment. Y/N was upset but she wasn't upset about the game she was upset about something else. She was upset about Jack."
Massage (One Shot, Smut)
Jack is feeling worried so the Reader decides to give Jack a massage.
Champion (One Shot, Smut)
Summary:
When Jack's eyes go on you he gasps.
"You are wearing my shirt?"
You walk slowly over to him. You sway your hips in a seductive way.
"I am." You lean forward and whisper in his ear. "And I have nothing under it."
Jack held his breath as your words hit him.
#fanfiction#one shot#fanfic#smut#football fanfic#football#reader interactive#reader fics#reader#jack grealish smut#jack grealish x reader#jack grealish#man city
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