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allywthsr · 9 months

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Hii! United fan here who’s still not over the mount signing😁😂Can I request a mason mount x fem!reader where she goes with him to the signing with his family and she’s just there with him throughout the day

Based on this video <3 https://youtu.be/tv_C7cv7wY8

NEW BEGINNINGS | (m.mount)

summary: Mason has his first official day and needs you by his side

wordcount: 2.4k words

pairing: masonmount x fem!reader

warnings: mason and you being horny, but nothing graphic

notes: hope you enjoy! I have no clue how english football works behind the scenes, so I hope it kind of makes sense! Like and comment your thoughts please!

”Mason are you ready? We need to leave in ten minutes.“, you shouted through the still empty house. You hadn’t had time to unpack all of your stuff yet. Too busy settling into the new city and Mason was too busy doing stuff at the Manchester United centre.

A loud ”Yes, just finishing my hair.“, was screamed from upstairs. You chuckled, feeling the butterflies in you stomach, you were probably more nervous than Mason. You just couldn’t help but feel excited for this new chapter while still mourning the move to Manchester. You had loved the house in London and you loved how your friends all lived nearby. Now you had to start over and make new friends, you just hoped the other wags would be nice to you and you wouldn’t have to stand alone during the first game.

When a shaking Mason arrived at the bottom of the stairs, handsome as ever in his black pants, white shirt, and red Manchester utd jacket, you had to hug him, hoping to take some nervousness off of him and just flick it away.

”I‘m just as nervous as you are, baby. It’s going to be fine. I‘ll be there, your whole family will be there and you have us. Whenever you feel like shitting your pants, just squeeze my hand, okay? It’s going to be alright.“

He took your hand and squeezed it real tight. You let out a laugh. ”Not now love, you‘ll be fine, believe me. Later when we‘ll be in bed you‘ll laugh about how easy this day was.“

After that, he came closer to your ear and whispered: ”Later in bed, I‘ll do many things but laugh, babygirl.“

This going straight to your core. Babygirl was a nickname he only used in the bedroom or to rile you up during the day. And well, it worked. You squeezed your legs together to relieve some pressure that build up.

Mason gave you a knowing look and smirked. What a dipshit. He gave you a kiss on your neck where he sucked the skin a little and then loosened the hug. You wanted to kill him for leaving you like that.

With a smack on his bum, you made your way to the car, ready to go.

When you arrived, you first met up with his family. They stood in the car park next to their cars waiting for you and after a round of ’hellos’ and ’heys‘ you were ready to go inside. Mason had a strong grip on your hand and you squeezed it from time to time to show your support.

When you saw the cameras and the crew waiting for Mason, you wanted to go to his family who were walking a few meters behind, so you wouldn’t be in the shot, you weren’t the star of the day after all, but he kept a firm grip on your hand.

”You said you would stay by my side, I can’t do this alone now.“

You whispered a small ”Okay“ before he went a greeted the crew waiting for him. After going in and greeting the lovely desk lady and getting the tour through the halls of the center, it was time to go outside. You were stunned by the big history this club held, while never leaving Mason's side. You felt sorry for the viewers who expected to see Mason but got a free upgrade with you on his side, you also didn’t think it was something the crew imagined as they first looked a bit confused and asked several times if he was ready to film.

When you went outside and saw the set up you gasped, it looked so sweet, and after greeting and shaking hands with everyone you could go and have a better look at it. Seeing his new jersey laying on the stool you felt tingly inside.

You wanted to lose the grip he had on your hand and let him do his thing but he refused and just squeezed your hand, showing he needed the support. So you went together to the backdrop and he finally let got off your hand to inspect his new jersey. While you placed your now empty hand on his back to keep the contact and support for him.

”Pretty cool huh?“, he looked at you after unfolding it and holding it at the top, while you gripped the side to stretch it a little for a better look. You felt the material and looked at it. Mount number 7, also something you had to get used to after he had 19 at Chelsea, but seeing how iconic number 7 was, you just hoped for him to feel as good as the other boys did in it.

After turning it around you said: ”It‘s not bad is it.“ he turned to the camera and said with a little wink: ”You heard the lady, it’s not bad.“

You rolled your eyes playfully.

”Makes me wanna go on the pitch and play“, you smiled at him and started to inspect the background they set up. Seeing the baby picture, you took a closer look. You couldn’t believe how cute your boyfriend was even as a child, with the sweetest little ears and his hair perfectly styled. The fan picture made you excited, to see his new fanbase, hoping they wouldn’t kill him on the pitch, seeing the negative comments people left on his and your Instagram. And the illustrated picture of him in the Manchester Utd kit looked amazing. You hoped that you could take it home afterwards and hang it on the wall. You needed some pictures on the still-empty walls in your new home. After that, it was time to pose for pictures. So you let go of his back and joined his family, who were already talking about the experience and the energy this place radiated.

Little Summer was buzzing with excitement and had a lot of energy, so you ran around the terrace with her for a little to calm her down. Her brother Archie laid in his stroller and the sight of him made your ovaries scream. He looked so small and sweet, you imagined what it would be like to start a family here with Mason. You two always talked about how you wanted to start a family soon, but that was always before the transfer to Manchester started, now you didn’t know where he stood regarding that topic.

But Mason was just as excited as you were. Seeing you with Summer made the butterflies in his stomach fly around even more, he couldn’t wait to have a little Mason or a little Y/N running around your new home.

The pictures and videos he had to do were absolutely gorgeous, seeing him sitting in that chair did mad things to you, you just wanted to hop on his lap and do unholy stuff, but not when his family+his new crew was watching. But you definitely needed to buy a chair for the new house, it made your mind crazy and horny. After he did the media pictures it was time for family pictures for memories. The whole family gathered behind Mason and you. Mason held one of the jersey's shoulders, placing his hand on your back, while you held the other shoulder, placing your other hand also on his back, and posed for the new family picture. Mason also wanted one with only you so you did the same pose as before. And after FaceTiming his sister from Australia he felt way less nervous than this morning when he really got on your nerves. Before the alarm clock even rang, he woke you up by poking his pointer finger in your face because he couldn’t sleep anymore and felt like throwing up. You tried to get him back to sleep but it was impossible.

The video camera documenting every step you guys took made you feel a little intimidated. It wasn’t like Mason and you had a secret relationship or something like that. It was actually pretty open, often posting candids of the other on an Instagram story, or making a post about the other, but getting the official welcome on the YouTube channel was something different.

Standing next to Mason when he gave his first autograph on the new jersey, you let out a surprised sound because of how good it looked.

”Smashed it, Mase“, you told him. It looked fucking good. You wished you could take it home as a memory for later.

After walking on the green ground for the first time, you couldn’t wait to see him on the pitch, where he hopefully gets the treatment he deserved.

The interviews didn’t seem to end, the questions got sillier the longer you walked. Thankfully you had his family next to you, to keep you company. After the interviews you went to the next media station, the official signing picture. While walking to the assigned room, you were stunned again by the big halls and pictures plastered on every wall. After Mason took pictures alone while signing the contract, with his parents and family it was time for the two of you. You stood on his left side and placed your hand proudly on his shoulder while having the biggest grin on your lips, just like Mason. This was a big deal to the both of you, a new club, a new city, a new beginning. You were ready for it, scared, but ready.

”I‘m super thirsty, is there somewhere where we can get a drink?“, Mason asked. He really was thirsty but he knew the rest of you guys could also use a break. Little Archie got fussy throughout the day, not wanting to be any longer in his stroller and also desperate for a drink. So you all settled in the cafeteria, having a coffee or a water and just enjoying the peace. Mason also removed his Manchester United jacket after a: ” It’s pretty warm, innit“. While Mason held your hand under the table and placed them on his thigh, he talked to his parents who sat at the same little table as you two.

”What’s now on the Agenda“, you asked, feeling yourself getting tired after walking around the center all day.

”I think it’s a photoshoot next to the ’The theatre of dreams‘ wall, seeing and shooting in the locker room and seeing and shooting in the stadium. It shouldn’t be that long anymore my love“, he squeezed your hand. With a tired nod, you got up as the press agent, who had shown you around all day, came back from her little break, and told all of you that it was time to continue the tour. Walking to the ’The theatre of dreams‘ wall, you woke up again and got excited to see the holy ground soon. And after he finished the photoshoot, it was time to see the changing room. Passing through the door the room looked huge and you felt the energy of the players. Seeing his jersey hanging on the wall over his new seat made your heart swell. This was his dream. Playing football somewhere where he is appreciated and loved, and you had a good feeling about this place. Sitting on his new space, he got his pictures taken and then it was your turn again with the family as well, he wanted to get as many pictures as possible, needing to fill up the empty spaces on your wall at home. Standing up and walking into the middle of the room more questions were asked.

When they turned the lights red, he took your hand, squeezed it, and gave you a knowing look, which meant dirty thoughts, but played it over with a cool: ”It’s game-time baby“.

Summer was jumping around with the lights dimmed, being super excited over the change of color when Mason took her in his arms and turned around in circles. Her screeching could be heard from miles away, but it made everyone happy to see she also had a good time and wasn’t bored or making a fuss.

Walking on the holy ground of the stadium, gave Mason goosebumps as he walked around and mumbled the word ’special‘ a bunch of times. Looking at you with his big smile, he took you in his arms and just stood like that for a few seconds. Suddenly feeling very grateful that you chose to come with him on this new adventure. After a kiss on your forehead, he let go of you and you joined his family again, not wanting to be in every shot of the video or pictures. While walking through the tunnel to get to the last picture point of the day, you felt Summer taking your hand. The darkness scared her a little and she chose her auntie Y/N to protect her, everyone cooed at the interaction.

After he had his last official picture taken, under the ’The theatre of dreams‘ quote, it was time for family pictures. Everyone turned their back towards the camera and posed so it looked like you were absently staring at the pitch. It turned out to be your favorite picture out of all the ones you took today. But of course, you took one facing the camera, which also looked pretty cute.

Someone shouted: ” It’s a wrap everybody, thank you“, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Feeling the pressure flooding out of your body, you looked at Mason and you could see in his eyes how relaxed he was now.

After saying goodbye to everyone, you made your way to the cars, saying goodbye to his family as well, as they made their way to a hotel they found not far from your home. You would have loved to host them in your new house, but you barely had time to put up any furniture so the guest rooms were filled with boxes. They decided to stay in a hotel and help you the following days to make the place a bit more homier faster. After all, Mason had a busy schedule and couldn’t help as much as he wanted to.

But in the end, you were glad they weren’t staying at your place because Mason ended up showing you, how he really wasn’t laughing in bed at the end of the day.

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hearts4maddison · 6 months

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Are we friends or more?

| Mason mount X Reader

Summary: You’ve been friends with mason for a while since childhood through out teen years and even the start of adulthood hood. You could say you guys were almost inseparable. Until Mason new Girlfriend comes marching along.

Warnings: Jealousy,Swearing,Angst,Arguments

paring: Mason mount x Fem!Reader

“Cant believe he’s still not here it’s been hours”

You grimaced at sophia’s words. You sat next to Sophia and her boyfriend kai waiting on Mason…And his new girlfriend Emma. The original plan was you,mason kai and sophia were gonna go out for lunch like always. Until masons girlfriend came along.

The problem was that mason said he’d come next week then the week later and so on he was a no show. You weren’t one to judge or make a accusations but mason stopped coming to things, like these ever since Emma came along.

You hadn’t met Emma. But according to sophia she was this slim girl who looked like someone out of a vogue magazine.

You couldn’t help but feel Emma wasn’t the best. But mason considered her as the love of his life…So you ignored that sting in your heart.

“im sure he’s gonna show up sooner or later sophia just give him some time” You said trying to reassure sophia. But Sophia didn’t have a convinced look on her face she already gave up on him showing up

“Y/n your his best friend hasn’t he told you anything?” she said while looking at you she looked disappointed that mason had cancelled and kept making excuses.

“Soph i’ve sent him about thousands of texts he hasn’t looked at one yet just give him a few minutes.” Sophia was visibly annoyed at this point.

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A few minutes had passed and still no sign of mason. Sophia and kai were annoyed. At that point you had enough of mason bullshit he kept making excuses and excuses you had enough.

As your phone buzzed it was mason. You saw the text and sophia could see you face drop.

“What happened?” She said looking at you. “You were right soph he’s not coming” you had already put your jacket getting ready to leave.

“Hey you should talk to him..he just stood us up for his bimbo girlfriend” Sophia said as kai snickered at what his girlfriend said.

you just nodded and left to your car.

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You knocked at mason door waiting for him to open the door. Couple of minutes the door had finally opened revealing mason.

“Y/n what are you doing here?” he said with a confused expression. “Don’t act dumb mase! you didn’t show up are you serious!” You half shouted at him.

“Woah calm down i just forgot that’s all..” he said while scratching the back of his head. “Mason you can’t be serious you’ve been doing this for weeks you didn’t just forget!” Mason didn’t take that well.

“Seriously? You can’t be serious y/n you get annoyed with everything i do now”

“No mason i’m annoyed! you ditched us for your little girlfriend ever since you started dating her!” Mason scoffed at your words

“Just because you’ve been single for ages doesn’t mean you can be jealous of a relationship you never had!” Mason said he was clearly angry now. Mason left you shocked with his words. You were jealous. You did liked mason a lot for the longest time now.

“Your a fucking dick mason” Clearly upset with his words.

“I’m just stating the obvious.”

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Mason words ringed in your ears He was right you were jealous you never went on dates. You never went on dates because you never told mason about your crush on him.

Sometimes you’d go red when masons family teased you and said you guys looked like a couple or When mason friend’s made those little jokes about you guys looking like a couple.

but right now mason wasn’t the mason you knew.

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I wanted to try out some angst idk why just felt like it.

Idk if i should make this into a little story but idk. this has not been proof read either.

hope you enjoyed

#mason mount imagine #mason x reader #mason mount #mason mount fic #mason mount blurb

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loviingpedri · 9 months

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let’s be tourists

My first published story here

prompt: tourist!mason x local!female-reader

mason mount and his girlfriend take a quick vacation to New York during his break. mason enjoys visiting his lover’s city.

word count: 461

warnings: minor grammar issues.

all pictures used are not owned by me <3

—> 8 am

“mason, it’s been years since i’ve been here.” you looked over at JFK in shock at the changes.

he looked at you with so much love. your face was piercing with excitement.

“funny how i’ve never visited sooner with how much you talked about it,” he laughed softly while trying to navigate his way to baggage claim. he squeezed your hand tightly in hopes of you trying not to get carried away by the upgraded airport.

“what should we even do today. i know we’re here for two weeks but there’s so much you can do in this city.” you tried to process everything that was happening at once. you passed by the gate that was the last thing you saw before leaving for england.

“check-in to our hotel is an hour, but we’ll get there on time if we take an uber after we get our bags. maybe after we can go into times square. i was also looking at tickets to the empire state building.” mason was busy looking around to find your bags, but he didn’t realize you were looking at him in pure disgust.

“mason, we’re in new york city. there is a lot of activities instead of tourist attractions,” you sighed at his decisions. “if you did want to go to times square, we could go at night. i just want to take our first day easy.”

“this is where concrete dreams are made of, no? i’m just referencing how you were when first moving into fulham. doesn’t hurt to be a tourist.” he slowly bent down to grab your light blue suitcase.

“no, it doesn’t hurt. i was thinking of breakfast right now. it’s only 8 am and i want to grab bagels before the streets are fully awake.” he nodded in agreement since the airline food wasn’t as enjoyable then expected.

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-> 3 pm

“i wanna go to the Louis Vuitton store,” mason slowly told you while walking towards the entrance of the famous fifth avenue.

“i don’t think the store will compare to the one on bond street though. more exclusive and have a greater selection." you replied to him while admiring st patrick’s cathedral.

“says the one who won’t stop talking about this city,” he laughed while trying to fix his sunglasses with one hand, the other occupied with your fingers being intertwined. “i vote that we go to times square after your daily shopping. i would love some pictures of you on my instagram.” he shrugged slightly.

you looked down, shy at the fact he wanted to show you off. “looks like london boy knows a way to my heart. i don't mind going. i really wanna go to the line friends store."

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-> 7 pm

masonmount added to his story

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mounts89 · 1 year

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card sharks, playing games

Part 1: Put your lips close to mine, as long as they don’t touch

Pairing: Mason Mount x fem!reader

Word count: 2.6 k

Summary: Mason x reader play a dangerous game of cat and mouse, each trying to outmaneuver the other. Moving with the grace of dancers, your steps are calculated and precise as you circle around each other, playing mind games and testing your limits. Getting lost in the game, unable to resist the pull of each other.

This series will contain fluff, angst, and potentially smut (depending on how I feel about writing it for the first time.)

Note: This had started as a oneshot idea (that was headed a different direction), but I think I like this better. I hope you enjoy reading this and look forward to the next part :) Your feedback is greatly appreciated!

Part 1: Put your lips close to mine, as long as they don’t touch

As you walk into the house with your friend, Mabel, the first thing that hits you is the thumping beat of the music, so loud, you can barely hear your thoughts. As you look around, you can see groups of people chatting, and laughing with drinks in hand. However, what really catches your eye are the famous group of footballers, influencers, and minor Z-list celebrities. You and Mabel exchange a knowing look, thrilled to be part of such a vibrant scene.

You see Ben’s face light up across the room as he sees Mabel, rushing to the door to greet her with a hug and kiss on the cheek.

“I can’t believe you made it. Thank you for coming.” Ben says to her before turning to you and doing the same with a smile.

As the story went, she had met his sister at the gym, who just so happened to set them up on a blind date a few weeks ago. Since then, they had begun going out and from what you had heard and from what you could see, they seemed to enjoy each other’s company.

“And you must be Y/N. Nice to finally meet you,” he continues while addressing you.

You return the smile at his hospitality. Not being able to concentrate on his words, in shock at the fact that you find yourself surrounded by some of your favourite footballers.

Ben introduces you to some people as he walks you across to his hall, but your mind has no time to remember who is who, the situation you find yourself in leaving you completely enthralled.

You finally get to the kitchen, and he grabs one of the twenty bottles of liquor sitting on his counter, tequila. He grabs three shots glasses, one for each of you.

As you’re standing around waiting for him to pour, from the corner of your eye, you notice him. He’s not even two feet away. I mean, how could you not notice him. He stands out among all of the people around you. Not just because of his height and physique, his flushed cheeks, and his loud laughter. A laugh that echoes in your head as soon as you hear it, one you’re sure you could recognize anywhere after having heard it for only a few seconds.

He stands out. Not just because of his flushed rosy cheeks and relaxed demeanour. Not just because he had been clearly drinking. But also because of the way he effortlessly commands attention. Because of the way his given charm seemed to have the people around him (yourself included) cling to every word he says and laugh at every joke he tells.

“Hey, pour one more. And bring your friend over there, the one with the glasses,” you whisper to Ben, just loud enough for the two of you to hear.

You shock yourself at your sudden boost of confidence, but you figure that you only have one chance to get to know him.

Immediately, Ben follows your gaze in his direction and smirks.

“Mase, come here!” he shouts over the music, as he pours another shot.

Mabel, immediately catching onto your game, grabs Ben’s arms towards the living room, sending you a wink as she leaves Mason and you alone.

“Well, I guess we can do these together then?” you speak to him for the first time as you gesture to the four shots that had been poured out.

“You know, you could at least tell me your name before you try to get me drunk,” he smiles at you as he takes his glasses off, placing them over your head.

“I’m afraid,” you begin, taking the first shot, “you’re already drunk. You have that drunk glow. But if you must know, I’m Y/N,” you say as you take the second shot. Immediately, you regret it, feeling the familiar burn in the back of your throat.

But you figured, that if you wanted to keep your confidence streak going, tequila sure as hell would help.

He chuckles, looking at you as you pick up the next shot glass, immediately grabbing your hand to stop you.

“Well Y/N, nice to meet you. I’m Mason.” he smiles as he takes the drink from your hand to his lips.

“I know. I saw you on TV at the World Cup. Number 19, I think.”

“That’s me,” his eyes widen with amusement, “so you're a football fan?”

“It’s the World Cup, everyone was watching,” you tell him, not wanting your cover to blow. Of course, you were a football fan and a Mason fan at that. But he didn’t need to know that. Not yet, at least.

“Fair,” he tells you, seemingly convinced by your answer.

“Do you smoke?” you ask him immediately, changing the subject.

“Nope, do you?”

You knew the answer, of course, he didn’t. He’s a professional athlete, for God’s sake.

“No, just wanted an excuse to go outside and get some fresh air.”

“You know,” he chuckles, “if you wanted to take me out, you could’ve just asked without making an excuse.”

You roll your eyes at him but feel grateful that, at least, he wouldn’t take the night too seriously.

Nonetheless, he motions towards the back door and gives you a knowing smile, suggesting that he, too, wanted to escape the noise and commotion of the party. As he leads you through the crowded living room, you feel his hand gently guiding you through the throngs of people.

As you as you step outside into the backyard, you’re struck by the sudden quietness. You swear you could hear his and your heartbeats in sync. The contrast between the chaotic energy of the party inside and the serenity of the outdoors is stark, and you feel a wave of relief wash over you.

He gestures for you to follow him towards a secluded corner of the garden, where a small seating are had been set up with a soft glow of fairy lights illuminating the space.

Dreamy, you think to yourself.

As you settle into the comfortable cushion, he leans dangerously close to you, his voice low and hushed as he speaks to you.

“So, Y/N, you know what I do, it’s only fair you tell me what you do.”

“I’m a full-time student, doing my Master’s.”

“Smart and beautiful.”

You feel a nervous flutter in your chest as you dare to look into his eyes for the first time that night. Warm honey brown, you make a mental note. With a depth that seemed to draw you in. His gaze meets yours, and you can’t help but feel a sense of curiosity, intrigue, and mischief. It’s as if your eyes are speaking the same language to each other without saying anything. As if you were both starting to play a game that either:

You were both sure to win, or

You were both sure to lose.

It was both exhilarating and intimidating.

You roll your eyes at him for the second time that night, “How many of the girls in there have you used that line on?”

He laughs, “You’re the first one I’ve used it on tonight.”

“Very funny, Mason.”

“You know, I’ve been told that, apart from my amazing football skills, I also have a pretty good sense of humour.”

“Is that so?” your own smile playing at the corner of your lips. “Have you also been told that you’re quite humble.”

“Oh, it might’ve come up,” he retorts, “but, I’m more interested in seeing if I can make you laugh tonight.”

“You know, I’m not that easy,” you say with a teasing tone. “If your sense of humour is as good as your pickup lines, you’ll have to work harder than that.”

He leans in close to your ear, “Oh, I’m up for the challenge,” he whispers.

You feel a shiver run down your spine as his breath tickles your ear. You catch a whiff of his scent, a mixture of cologne and alcohol. He smells… strong and masculine, with notes of wood and spice that are both comforting and alluring. The kind of scent that makes you want to stay frozen in place and breathe him in. Mixed with the cologne, the unmistakable smell of alcohol lingers on his breath. You feel the liquor you’d had starting to take its own effect, intoxicating you when mixed with his body heat and the soft brush of his breath against your skin. You feel your senses being heightened. Feeling more alive than you had in a long time.

Sure, you were pushing his buttons, testing his limits. You knew you were playing with fire, but you couldn’t resist the thrill of the game.

“Well, I’m not going to make it easy for you,” you say with a flirtatious smile. “You’ll have to earn every laugh.”

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And that’s how the rest of the night went. Engaging in a subtle game of one-upmanship. Testing his boundaries, trying to outsmart him throughout the night.

The two of you only wander into the house occasionally to pour yourselves more drinks, and to laugh at his friends’ antics.

You also find yourself getting closer and closer to him. Physically, at least. At one point, you realized you were leaning in so close to him that your legs were practically intertwined. And before you knew it, you had somehow ended up sitting on his lap, his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you close. It felt electric. The tension -palpable as you felt his body shake whenever he laughed and when he looked into your eyes.

Just as you feel him leaning in. And if his mind is racing as much as yours is, he was leaning in for a kiss. You rack your brain, trying to come up with an excuse to get out of the situation.

As if by some divine intervention, you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket.

He chuckles as he looks over you shoulder. “Looks like she’s looking for you,” he says, looking at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

You glance up at him, feeling vulnerable, all of a sudden sobering up as you notice how close you are. The unspoken push and pull that’s been building all night becoming all too apparent now.

He squeezes your waist, placing a chaste kiss on your neck, “Don't want to share you, don’t want tonight to end,” he says playfully, before pulling you in for an even tighter hug.

Your heart races as you feel his body against yours, and you can’t help but wonder what his kisses would feel like on your lips.

But you have to stay strong, you remind yourself.

Because, for as much as you’re enjoying his company, you don’t want to be just another girl on his list. As fun of a story as this would make, you needed to remind yourself that this, wouldn’t mean anything to him.

So you pull away from the embrace and give him a weak smile. You feel his eyes burning with a desire that you’re not quite ready to explore yet.

“I had a really great time, Mase, but unfortunately, I have to head out now,” you say, aware of the potential hangover looming over you the next morning.

“Aw, lover girl, do I get a goodnight kiss before you go?” he asks with a playful grin, finally asking the question that had been pondering his mind all night.

You pause, scared that he can hear the uncertainty in your thoughts. Kissing him tonight would only complicate things, you tell yourself.

“I have to be honest with you, I can’t kiss you.”

He looks at you disappointed as he asks, “You don’t have a boyfriend, now do you?”

You chuckle, “No, it’s not that, I just don’t want to risk ruining the great memory of tonight by complicating things with a kiss.”

He looks confused, so you explain, “Did you have a good time tonight?”

“The best,” he counters almost immediately.

“Exactly, I did too. This memory… This,” you gesture between each other, “will forever be great. But, if we kiss tonight, if might ruin this memory.”

“Why would it ruin it?”

“If we kiss, this becomes real. You might use too much tongue or not enough tongue. And then, suddenly... poof, spell’s broken.”

“I promise you, I will use exactly the right amount of tongue. Plus, I’m a great kisser, I have references.”

“Anyone in here?” you ask him, half-jokingly, half-seriously. Thinking of all of the gorgeous girls that were at the party, you were sure he had kissed a couple. That would explain some of the looks you had been getting from them.

He throws his head back, laughing with his entire body. Infectious and joyous, you can’t help but smile, feeling the warmth of his energy radiating toward you.

But he doesn’t respond, you note.

As his laughter dies down, you lean in, savouring the tension between you. You know you shouldn’t do it, but you can’t resist the urge to tease him. You lean in even closer to him, lips mere centimetres apart. You decide to give him a taste.

You pull him in, enough to keep him intrigued.

You figure that, if you put your lips close to his, as long as they don’t touch, nothing is ruined. The memory is still great.

“And in any case,” you whisper, “the best part of a kiss is the anticipation. The excitement of wondering what’s going to happen. The build up…”

“And then,” he tells you, just low enough for you to hear, “when it finally happens, it makes it all the more special. Pure magic”

“Exactly. But, that moment can be just as special on its own, don't you think?”

Both of you don’t say anything. Staying in that position for what feels like an eternity. Fearful that, if you say anything, if you move, it will taint the memory.

You fight every urge to kiss him, muster up every bit of self-control you have before you place your hands on his eyes.

“Close your eyes,” you murmur. As he obliges, you pull away and stand up, finally making your way to the door. You don’t dare look back at him as you walk out.

And you’re confident that the memory of the night would stay with you, pure, and unadulterated. The laughter, the teasing, the anticipation, you’d remember it all for what it was.

Maybe it’s for the best that tonight stays as it is, no strings attached and no complications. Maybe it’s for the better to keep the memory of the night intact, keeping that mystery alive. Still, you can’t help but feel a little disappointed. Wondering what his lips would taste like.

But it’s all just part of the game, you tell yourself.

Walking outside, you see Mabel waiting for you, and the cold air suddenly hits you. Just now realizing how much his body heat was keeping you warm throughout the night.

Despite all of the emotions running through your body, however, you’re almost certain that this wouldn’t be the last time you saw him.

You pull him in, enough to keep him intrigued.

But pull away, enough to protect your heart.

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TBP BOYS DURING THANKSGIVING: MODERN AU (GN READER!)

(THEY ARE AGED UP TO 16!)

ROBIN ARELLANO

ROBIN: this mf came into your house for the food.(but to also see you) you would be mad that he was almost eating everything. You were hitting his arms while he moved away from you as he smirks at how you weren’t even hurting him. He will give you some of his food off his plate. This corny mf would wipe something off of the side of your face that had a crumb.

FINNEY BLAKE

FINNEY: he’s there to see you and make sure you were okay. You cooked some of his favorite food and he fell inlove with you again. Literally. He didn’t bring Gwen since she said she was going to her friend’s house for thanksgiving like Finn was. You fed Finn some food and he did the same for you while being flustered and shaking at how cute you looked.

VANCE HOPPER

VANCE: comes in your house yelling “HONEY IM HOMEE!!” 😒 THIS MF ONLY COMES IN YOUR HOUSE TO EAT YOUR FOOD AND SLEEP LIKE A GRANDPA- bro eats off your plate when you aren’t looking. Plus he can’t resist when you are such a house wife/husband/ partner material. After he is done eating, he lays his head on your lap and goes to sleep with you combing through his hair with your fingers.

BRUCE YAMADA

BRUCE: MALE WIFE NOW. This man is cooking for you. He’s literally making everything in one setting just for you. This man got up at like 9 AM just to make you the food. He just wants you to be happy and he is thankful for you and for you being in his life and coming into his life. Mans got a thankful card just to give to you when you are done eating. So when he gave it to you, he prepared himself for a big tackle hug, and it finally came to him when you finish reading the card.

BILLY SHOWALTER

BILLY: before you even know it, this mf had a PLAN 😭😭. He said he wanted to have a sleepover at your house but really he had a self alarm on his phone at 5 am so he can get everything perfect. This thanksgiving dinner was going to be amazing! he almost burnt down your kitchen….. BUT HE DID MAKE THE BEST MACARONI EVER! So when you figured out he almost burnt down your kitchen, you and him both were cooking the food and you both taste tested it to make sure it was good. At the end both of you ate good, and you both had an enjoyable moment where you were laughing at how billy almost burnt down your kitchen

GRIFFIN STAGG

GRIFFIN: he wants to cook for you just like Bruce. (Like father like son lol-) you were sleeping until 11 am since you started to smell the smell of food. And it actually smelled good. He made macaroni, ham, turkey, and corn bread. It was amazing and it made you full. Griffin was filled with pride and joy seeing you praise him unlike his mother did when he tried to cook for her when he was little. You and Griffin relaxed in silence until you both fell asleep.

*BOUNS* :

DONNA: is saying how she is thankful for you and her family. You and her watch random movies and cuddle together. You once made the cake this time and she fed it to you.

GWEN: immediately when you opened the door for her, she gave you a hug and a kiss to the cheek. She laughed at your flustered face. You both ate a lot and even took a nap after eating. Woke up at a random time at night and you both watched some nice comedy movies and even shows.

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cherryxcadbury · 1 year

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16 with Mason if it is not gone please?xx

first person pov

“Cast picture, everyone in!” One of your costar’s publicists beckoned to everyone.

You nodded, smiling nervously. You were at the French football awards, commonly known as the ballon d’or ceremony. Closely behind the Oscars and Golden Globes, this was one of the ceremonies with the most paparazzi you’d ever faced.

You were a Hollywood actress, a very successful one at that. From an early age, you’d love watching football and grew up supporting West Ham United. So, when the producers of Ted Lasso offered you a main role, you quickly did the paperwork and cleared your plate of all your other jobs.

After the cast photo was done, you more than anything wanted to get off the carpet, but the paparazzi had other ideas.

“Y/N! One solo photo please! Just one please Y/N!” The photographers screamed.

You bit your lip and opted for one photo. Trying to keep a straight face as the flashes intensified and you could see nothing but lights flashing constantly. Red carpets were a nightmare. Your hand was stationed on your hip and you debating on moving. The amount of light rendered you speechless.

“Y/N! A PHOTO IN THE FRONT TO SHOW US THE OUTFIT!” One screamed.

That shout got you out of your daze and you quickly made your way off of the carpet, trying very hard not to trip in front of everyone.

You let out a breath of relief when you realised you’d survived the fatal light show.

“Survived aye?” You quickly turned the opposite way upon hearing a voice speak to you.

You turned to see your costar, Brett (who played Roy Kent), looking at you with an easy smile. On set, Brett had surprisingly grown to be a very close friend of yours. Almost like a brother. In honesty, you were a bit worried about getting along with your cast mates given the large majority of them were at least ten years older than you.

You were so happy that you ended up being very wrong. Brett specifically was initially intimidating, because well, look at him. But he was a lot like his character, Roy. He specialized in being hilarious, in that serious, deadpan type of way. But he was so loving and caring, again, a lot like a big brother.

“Tell me about it. That was one of the worst red carpets yet.” You groaned.

Brett shrugged his shoulders with a laugh, “Maybe for you. Their cameras were following you the whole time. You should’ve seen how quickly the rest of us were forgotten after the cast picture.”

“Please. I’ve seen how Roy Kent obsessed some of these guys are.” You teased him, to which he laughed.

“Let’s move to our seats now yeah?” He suggested.

You nodded, quickly turning the opposite way, maybe a bit too quick. Because you ended up crashing right into something quite a few cms taller than you.

Well, more like someone. A crimson blush immediately made its way onto your face. You hated embarrassing yourself at events like these. So much so that you worked meticulously to avoid doing so.

“I’m so sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going.” You apologised after steadying yourself.

The person you crashed into looked up with an easy smile on his face. Mason Mount.

“No worries.” He flashed a charming smirk at you, upon seeing the blush deepen on your face.

You gulped wanting this interaction to be over as soon as possible.

“Y/N L/N right? The actress who’s been winning a crazy amount of awards?” Mason checked.

You stood for a second taken aback. He knew who you were?

“Yeah I am Y/N. It’s nice to meet you.” You stretched your arm out to shake his hand.

You were not a big hugger, so you were grateful when he accepted with a smile.

“I’m Mason, Mason Mount. I play for Chelsea. All the guys love watching you.” He replied earnestly.

“I know who you are. You had a really good season last year.”

“What about this year?” Mason quirked his eyebrow.

You felt yourself slowly getting more comfortable with him.

“I’m not one to judge when someone’s club is going through it.”

His eyes twinkled with interest, “Yeah and what club do you support?”

You ceased a chuckle, “West Ham. So I’m really not in any place to speak.”

“Y/N! We need to get to our seats.” Brett called to you with a smug look on his face.

You knew that you were gonna hear it from him later.

“It was nice talking to you. Hopefully we meet again.” You waved goodbye, turning in the other direction.

When you’d caught up with Brett it was just a matter of waiting until he started teasing of you.

“Mount’s the bloke you were talking to yeah?” Brett began.

“I swear to god Brett if you say anything to the others…” You started before being cut off.

“I won’t say anything. I promise. Other than Y/N’s got a little boyfriend.” He teased.

“This is why I hate you.” You replied with a roll of the eyes.

“Hey! Someone’s gotta do it.” He defended himself with a smile.

The two of you jokingly shoved each other on the way to your seats, you with Mason Mount on your mind the whole way.

six months later…

“I’m not going to lie, pretty sure people hated season 3.” Toheeb, who played Sam Obisanya mumbled to you and the rest of the cast.

After being renewed for a fourth season, you lot were back and filming again.

“We’re like apple tv’s only successful show ever.” Hannah, who plays Rebecca, mentioned.

“That’s why they’re trying to increase the star power this season. Some *actual* footballers are supposed to be guest starring.” Brett informed.

“YOOOOO. Mbappes about to guest star innit!” Phil, who played the infamous Jaime Tartt got very excited.

“No way. The cost for Mbappe to do a 30 second appearance would probably cost the whole season’s budget.” You scoffed.

“Well whoever it is, they’re supposed to shoot their scenes today.” Jason, the Ted Lasso, informed the others.

“Say. Let’s get to shooting now yeah fellas!” He suggested, already slipping into his character.

About five hours later, they were almost done for the day.

“Okay Y/N. I assume you’ve read the script. You’re going to have a scene with the two guest stars. They already know what they have to say, so just do you and I’m sure the take will turn out great.” Jason encouraged.

You nodded, focusing to get in your element. Acting was understandably something that came easy to you. Though you were shy, there was always something appealing about masking your fear and embarrassment into a character. You nodded, focusing to get in your element. Acting was understandably something that came easy to you. Though you were shy, there was always something appealing about masking your fear and embarrassment into a character.

“You can take a water break, maybe five minutes, the guest stars should be here once you get back.” The episode’s director told you.

You nodded, very excited to get some water and some food. You were very very hungry. You walked over to your trailer parked right next to set and grabbed some of the snacks you always had on hand. You almost groaned in frustration when you thought the only thing you had was pistachios, but inwardly celebrated once you saw the cola gummies that you absolutely adored.

“Y/N! We’re about to start the scene!” An assistant director informed, knocking on your trailer.

You stuffed the last bit of cola gummies into your mouth then sped walk back to set. A hair and makeup artist fixed your hair and touched up your makeup before going back to where the camera was fixated.

“I’m here! I’m here! Sorry, I got a bit hungry.” You smiled sheepishly.

“All good Y/N. Now Y/N these are the two guest stars, Mason Mount and Reece James, they both play for Chelsea. Mason, Reece, this is Y/N, she’s one of our stars.” The director began introductions.

You quirked an eyebrow when you heard the names. You turned to your side to see Reece smiling at you, and Mason staring at you with an astonished look. He literally knew you starred in Ted Lasso, why was he surprised?

Wow.

“Hi Y/N! I’m Reece, this is Mason, we’re both big fans!” Reece said, coming over to you with Mason in tow.

You didn’t know who were expecting but Mason Mount was certainly not it. Seen you’d met him at the Ballon d’or ceremony, he’d improved his game tremendously, getting out of the slump he was in in no time. He was becoming the star that got him nominated for the ballon d’or a season or two ago.

“Hi Reece, Mason. It’s a pleasure.” You smiled, shaking Reece’s hand.

“Reece! If you can come over here so we can tell you your lines, Mason knows his already.” A producer called Reece away.

“I’ve been watching your games.” You were the first to speak.

“Still been struggling?” He asked with a knowing smile.

“Very impressed with how quickly you improved your game. Maybe if Messi and Mbappe didn’t exist, you’d stand a chance at the ballon d’or.” You teased.

“I really have been meaning to thank you ya know.” Mason suddenly turned serious.

“What?”

“It was something you said about how Chelsea wasn’t doing so well, and we weren’t. It made me so determined to put in extra work and extra hours in training. You’re part of the reason I’m back on my game. So thank you.” He confessed.

“I’m not one to take credit for other’s hard work. But I appreciate that, thank you.”

“Mason! Y/N! Let me show you your positioning!” The director called out.

About two hours later, the last scene had been shot for the day. You were about to get in your car and drive home before you heard Mason calling for you.

“What’s up Mase?” You asked, turning around.

“Here.” He said, slipping a piece of paper into your hand.

You opened it and successfully avoided blushing when you saw a phone number written down. “This yours?” You teased, waving it in front of him.

He nodded, hands stuffed in his pockets.

“I’m not making the same mistake I did last time.” He winked, walking away.

You stood there dumbfounded until you saw Brett’s provoking smirk several meters away from you.

“Y/N’s got a boyfriend. Y/N’s got a boyfriend.” He sang while walking to his car.

“I hate millennials.” You groaned.

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playboykenz · 7 months

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okay, WHY IS NOBODY TALKING ABOUT THIS VIDEO

#mason mount #mason concepts #mason mount concepts #manchester utd #mason x reader

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lncui · 1 year

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His girls, Dad!Mason Mount x reader.

IN WHICH Mason returns home to his two girls.

Warnings : nothing.

Your foot touched the cold floor as you stepped away from your bed, towards your bathroom, since you heard your little girl, you daughter of five months’s laughter come from.

You opened the door to meet the sight of your husband, Mason, shirtless and shaking his wet head at his daughter, who was clapping and laughing. You leaned on the door frame, crossing your arms over your chest, waiting for him to notice your presence.

But he was too busy, chuckling quitely as he watched his daughter, your daughter lovingly, “Mase?” You said, raising an eyebrow.

His head snapped to you, he rushed to explain, “She was bubbling in her bed, love, I was going to watch her from afar but she noticed me and started calling for me, she literally said Adah, this the closest thing to daddy..” You tried so hard not to smile at his cuteness as he explained but no, you couldn’t.

“Fine you’re putting her to sleep..” You said, “She hardly slept in the past three days, she probably sensed your disappearance.” You informed him.

Mason made an awh face, turning to your daughter and stroking her nose with his, “Did you missed daddy? Oh, daddy missed you lots, too, little one.”

“Did daddy miss me? Or just his little girl?” You asked, narrowing your eyes playfully.

“Oh, don’t be jealous, my love, you’re always going to be my number one girl, now come give me a kiss.” He opened an arm for you while the other one stayed around your daughter, who can’t sit steady yet.

You stepped closer and wrapped your arms around your husband’s torso, “Wife.” He said before kissing your lips making butterflies flutter in your stomach.

Your daughter let out a cry, “Adah!” You and your husband pulled away to look at your daughter, who opened her arms for her father.

You chuckled, “You weren’t really complaining when your daddy wasn’t around!” Mason lifted your daughter, laughed when your daughter wrapped her little tiny arms around his neck, “She’s daddy’s girl, as she should..to be honest.”

“No, she shouldn’t. I was the one to carry her for nine months, not you.” You retort.

“Yeah, get a new one, love, you’ve overused this one.” Mason said before leaning down to kiss you and walking out of the bedroom.

He laid down on the bed, got inside the blanket, before hiding your daughter in it and winking to you to act scared, a usual thing you two do since your daughter started smiling and laughing, “Ha, where’s she? Where did she go, Mase?” You ask looking left and right, before taking a seat at the edge of the bed.

Mason opens the blanket, bringing your daughter into the view, you jump and gasp acting surprise and scared as usual, making your daughter laugh and clap her hands, then pointing at you and turning to look at her dad, “Yeah, little one, you scared mummy! We scared mummy, high five!” You two cheered when she high-fived Mason, watching the girl you two created grew up and learn to do things.

Minutes later, your daughter was asleep on Mason’s chest, her arms around his neck as you rocked them both back and fourth since Mason was lying his head on your chest. “I thought your flight was tomorrow. You should’ve told me, I would’ve waited for you, baby.” You said softly, stroking his hair.

“I know you would have, honey, that’s why I didn’t do so, you had many photo shots yesterday that you barely had time to call, since our baby girl’s birth and we both been really busy, between work and her. I’m not complaining though, look at this face, just like me.” He said.

You smiled at the sight in front of you, “Come on, hand her over I’ll put her to bed.” You said, moving a bit, before Mason stopped you.

Whining he said, “Nooo, let her sleep with us.”

“Love, you’re a wild sleeper, and I can only control you, and wrap my arms around you so you don’t fall off the bed. Let’s not wake up and tomorrow and find our daughter under you, hum?”

He huffed but handed your daughter over, you ruffled his hair chuckling at his childish behavior. You put your daughter in her bed before returning to your own. You laid on your back, allowing Mason to get comfortable on the top of you with his head buried in your neck.

“I love you, you know that?”

“I do now.”

“Shut up.”

#mason mount #mason x reader #dad!mason

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thesightstoshowyou · 2 years

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Gone Soft

Mason Heiral (TPOF) x AFAB Reader (NSFW)

Warnings: Dubcon elements, fingering, overstimulation

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Thick fingers spread out across your chest, pinning you to the forest floor. Dry foliage crunches under your back as Mason shifts his weight, making sure you’re secure. He’s so strong you can barely breathe, let alone writhe.

But oh, do you try anyway.

Your shaking legs kick and twist, hips jerking and bucking every time his digits dip into your leaking cunt. Your nerves are so frayed, every curl of his fingers makes your vision white out.

Your hands fly up to grip the wrist holding you still, your fingers dirty from raking through muddy earth. They scrabble along his forearm—it’s solid like a fucking tree trunk—and grip the flannel he wears, tugging, twisting the heavy fabric. It does no good, of course. You could never overpower him.

You’re as good as prey caught in a trap.

“M-Mason, Mason, please stop, stop, it’s too—oh, oh fuck—too much—

“Keep squirmin’, dove” he orders playfully in his deep baritone, a content little grin pulling at the corner of his mouth.

Like you could stop if you tried.

You’ve lost count of how many times you’ve climaxed, how many bone-shattering orgasms Mason has forced out of you with his fingers. It feels like it’s been hours. Your toes have long since gone numb, whether from the cold or ecstasy you’re not sure. Maybe a little of both.

A thin layer of sweat covers your entire body, chilling your flesh and sticking your hair to your forehead. Your lips, swollen and abused by your teeth, part so you can suck in and choke on frigid mountain air.

You hate when he gets like this—

“Mason!! Oh god, god, FUCK…!”

Hate is the correct word, right?

Every muscle contracts when Mason wrenches another agonizing climax from your shuddering body. Your cunt squelches, squeezes his fingers, drips onto his palm. His shirt sleeve is soaked up past his wrist.

“I can’t-I can’t-can’t…” you stammer, well past the capability of a full sentence. Mason chuckles softly, digits pausing their assault.

You whine and hiss when they slip from your sopping hole, your eyes cracking open to blearily look up at him. His own are crinkled at the corners, mouth turned up in that crooked, fond smirk he gets whenever he wrecks you like this.

Gently, he pushes your hair off your forehead, his other hand still trapping you against the frozen ground. He’s quiet, watching, assessing, taking in your dazed expression.

A predator gone soft for his prey.

You hope, pray he’s finally satisfied—

The rustling of fabric makes you blink. You tear your gaze away from his face, teary eyes falling to his pants as he works his zipper open. You frantically shake your head, but he’s already gripping your arm to flip you into your stomach.

“Ya’ oughta know better than that by now, dove.”

#mason tpof #mason heiral #mason x reader #mason heiral x reader #the price of flesh #tpof #reader insert #thesightstoshowyou #i cannot believe how much I’ve been writing

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yoyokslut · 24 days

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In sickness.

a/n: last week I had an unbelievably hard headache I felt MISERABLE so I imagined how would it be like to be taken care of by mase, so here it is :) it's short but I hope you like it!

‌He'd be the GENTLEST boyfriend EVER

‌He'd rub your back slowly trying to help you sleep

‌He would massage your head carefully trying to make the pain go away

‌"How are you feeling, baby?" "Need more water?" "I know you don't feel like eating but please do it, even if it's a little. C'mon I'll feed you, sweetie."

‌Constantly checking up on you

‌Would run baths for you and help you

‌"Mase, I can do it myself, I'm feeling better," "Nonsense, baby, let me take care of you. Nothing but princess treatment for you,"

‌"I'll be your nurse for the rest of the week, no questions asked,"

‌He'd make you soup, or if you're not in the mood for it, he'd go to the store and buy you light snacks

‌You're feeling guilty because you made him skip his training? He'd make sure to remind you you're his priority

‌"I'm sorry you had to stay here today," you said pouting "Don't be silly, baby, I love you and I wanna make sure you're alright, no job is gonna be more important than you,"

‌His attention is just for you 24/7

‌He's just so caring and tender with you because he's afraid of doing something it might cause you pain and sees as something so fragile it could break if he does something wrong

‌He just wants his baby to be okay again

#mason mount #mason x reader #mason mount x reader #mason mount blurb #mason mount imagine #mason mount fluff #mason mount headcanon #mason mount x you #mason mount x y/n

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goldilocks - mason (the price of flesh) x reader

mason actually has Feelings For You! congrats! Rating: Explicit Tags: Rough Sex, Riding, Dubious Consent, Smut, Porn Without Plot, Sleepy Sex this game was really good and i recommend highly :) I Love Mason read here or on ao3 :)

It was cold. It had been cold, but for some reason it was really cold now. It had been days. You weren’t sure exactly, but you were pretty sure this was the third night. You didn’t know how you had even survived this long, but you finally felt like this was it. It was cold and you were hungry and scared and alone and all you wanted was to be inside somewhere. It didn’t even matter where, you just wanted to be somewhere with other people. Somewhere manmade. You didn’t want to be outside anymore.

You sighed, a violent sigh, as you dropped against a tree, sliding down. Your entire body hurt, your throat was scratchy, your mouth tasted like blood and no matter how much water you drank it wouldn’t go away. You were beginning to think that maybe you were just crazy. You felt like you were crazy. You looked up at the sky, trying to calm your mind. You looked through the trees and to the stars. It was so clear, which normally would have been nice, but under this circumstance it just told you that no one was going to hear you scream.

You dropped the back of your head against the trunk of the tree, not even paying attention to the thump that it caused. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. You hadn’t slept more than 3 hours at a time in days and it was getting harder and harder to stay awake. You didn’t even care anymore, you realized. Maybe if you died you would wake up somewhere warm.

Your eyes stayed shut, your brain wandering away from your head. You weren’t even thinking about the fact that you couldn’t feel your fingers, or that your stomach felt like it was eating itself, or that there was a hole in your thigh from when he shot you with a crossbow and then shoved his thumb in the wound, or that your jaw was aching from when he shoved his cock down your throat, or that your legs were sore from when he twisted you into an uncomfortable position and then fucked your hard, or that your chest hurt, or that it was hard to breath, or that for some reason you found yourself imagining how warm he must be.

No, you weren’t thinking about any of that. You weren’t thinking about anything. That is, until you felt something hit your face- something light and soft. You opened your eyes slowly and looked up at the sky in wonder. It was snowing. You couldn’t help the small smile that spread across your face. It was really snowing. It looked so pretty, falling down, catching on the grass and tree, quickly covering everything so that any evidence that you were just previously on a murderous mountain and not in a winter wonderland was gone. You were sure that you probably looked silly as you stared at the snowflakes, your eyes widening in amazement, sparkles practically pouring out of them like tears, but you didn’t care. This was the one thing in three days that had made you feel better.

But it was kind of bittersweet. It didn’t really give you hope that everything would work out, it made you realize that this was probably the universe giving you one last thing to be happy about before it killed you. Your head would fill up with cheery and carefree thoughts and then spill out with blood when he inevitably caught you. This was just a distraction. A last-ditch effort to make you forget that you were just the prey and he was the predator and you were nowhere evolved enough to have any defenses against him.

You sighed. Oh, well. This was it. The snow would only make it colder and harder for you to navigate around the mountain. You would get slower and slower, but he was probably used to this. He knew what he was doing. He would catch you and kill you and gut you and eat you and keep your head on his wall as a trophy. That was clear. There was nothing you could do except go to sleep and wait for your end to come. You looked at the hard ground. The leaves had done nothing to make sleeping any easier. You were so tired. All you wanted to do was curl up in a nice warm bed and sleep forever and ever and ever and-

Wait. Something jumped into your mind. The image of a bed- a big bed with blankets and furs, tucked cozily into the corner of the cabin you had managed to peak into a couple days prior. You would do anything to sleep in that bed, even just for a few minutes. It was probably so much more comfortable than the ground, and even if it wasn’t at least it was inside. You were going to die without having another night in your own bed, or any bed.

You were going to die.

Right.

So why would it matter? If you were going to die anyway, why shouldn’t you just go sleep in that bed? You hummed to yourself. That was certainly an idea. If it didn’t matter what you did, you might as well go out being comfortable and warm. What was the worst he could do that he wasn’t already going to? You couldn’t think of anything. Your brain was quickly convincing you that this was a good idea. Maybe it would even be one last “a-ha!” that you could get on him. There was nothing telling you not to do this. Every part of you was actually screaming to go sneak into his bed.

You pressed your fingers into the ground and pushed yourself up. You could already feel your hands getting warmer just by thinking about the bed. You could feel how cozy your whole body would be. You took a step, stumbled, and then caught your balance. You took a deep breath and then looked towards where you thought the cabin was. You took another step, going slow so you wouldn’t fall down and die before you could do what you needed.

You made your way through the woods, crunching leaves, holding onto trees, pushing aside branches until you found your way to the cabin. You had been inside once, the first day, but you didn't stay long. You lurked around a few times since then, longing to go in again, but you never did. You were too scared. He had released you into a meadow pretty far away from the cabin, so you figured that he probably didn’t want you knowing where it was. You probably weren’t supposed to find it, and if he found out that you did, you would be dead. But that didn’t really matter anymore. It was nighttime, so he was probably in there right now anyway, and as soon as you stepped in he would grab you and kill you and it would all be over. You didn’t care. You were willing to risk anything to have one last chance to sleep in a real bed.

Your feet stumbled through the leaves towards the cabin. You felt weak, the knowledge that your mission was almost completely tiring you out. You caught yourself on the cabin, placing your hand on the wood to steady yourself. You took a deep breath and looked up, trying to peer into the window to see if he was in there. It was too dark, though, and even when you cupped your hands on the glass you couldn’t make anything out. You sighed and pushed yourself away. You looked towards the front door. Only one way to find out, you thought before stepping towards the door.

You reached your hand out, gripping the cold metal doorknob with your already cold hands. You turned the knob, your heart beating in your chest. You could feel it in your throat, threatening to come up and spill out of your mouth in a bloody mess on his porch. You took a deep breath, your lungs filling up with air as you refused to breathe out, trying to be as quiet as possible. You pulled the door open, slowly, the creaking sound making you cringe. You opened the door all the way, waiting for something to happen, waiting for him to pull you in, waiting for your death.

But it never came. Nothing happened. The dark cabin stared back at you, the moon illuminating it enough so that you could see that he wasn’t in there. Your body shivered at the relief, you let the air out of your lungs, and your beating heart slowed. He really wasn’t in there. You could really go in and crawl into his bed and have your final rest in a place where you could be comfortable (even if it would only be for a few minutes, at least). You smiled to yourself, a chuckle escaping your lips at the absurdity of it all. You were really getting such a kick out of your last moments being in the bed of the man who was trying to hunt and kill you. How did this happen to you? You didn’t know. Whatever. You didn’t care. It would be over soon, and maybe it would be a funny story to tell God or Satan or your new parents in your next life.

You stepped inside, letting your hand drag across the door as you got further and further in, letting it shut with a soft thud. You didn’t even jump at the sound. You weren’t paying attention to anything else at all. Your eyes were focused on the bed, the big bed tucked into a corner with the soft furs and the fluffy pillows, and the plaid blankets. God, you could already tell that this was going to be the best sleep of your life. You trudged through the cabin, dropping your backpack on the floor and partially kicking it out of the way. You rubbed your eyes as you got closer, the sleepiness already hitting you hard.

There was a smile on your face as you climbed under the covers. You laid your head on one of the pillows and turned onto your side, curling up into a ball, pulling your own body close so you could gather up as much warmth as possible. Your head sunk into the feathery pillow, and you didn’t even care that if this were usual circumstances your neck would be hurting and everything would be too quiet. As far as you were concerned, this was the most comfortable you had ever been. It was like you were lying on a cloud, floating through the sky, not a worry in your head. Before you knew it, your eyes were closing and you were drifting off to sleep.

You didn’t have any dreams, but it wasn’t like it was over too soon. It was the most peaceful sleep you had ever gotten. It was like you were stuck in some other world- no light, no noises, nothing. Everything was nice and sweet and you were happy. Nothing from the outside world mattered because you were content. You were warm. You were taken care of. I must have gone crazy, you thought, but it didn’t matter. This was the best you had ever felt.

You woke up feeling a warmth on your face. Your mind was silent, your brain forgetting everything that was happening to you. You were actually awake, you weren’t murdered in your sleep. Maybe it was all a bad dream? Maybe none of this really happened and you would open your eyes and be in your own bed?

You slowly opened your eyes and your peace was immediately pulled directly out of your chest, tearing open your skin, leaving a hole where any happiness had previously sat. Sitting on a chair beside you was him- Mason, as he called himself. He was just sitting there, a small smile on his face. You didn’t know what to do. You were frozen. Why hadn’t he killed you?

“Good morning, Goldilocks,” he said, a chuckle leaving his lips. “I go out to do some chores and I come back to someone sleeping in my bed.”

The sound of his voice pulled you out of your icy state and you jumped, scooting back on the bed. It was a fruitless effort, really. He was standing between you and the door, there was nothing you could do. Nowhere you could go. Especially not when you were sleeping in his own bed.

He obviously noticed your fear, to which all he did was laugh and push himself up out of the chair. “Relax,” he said. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

Your curiosity about his sudden change of heart overpowered the sense of dread about being close to him, and you found your voice again.

“W-why not?” you asked.

He eyed you as he moved his shoulder, pushing his coat down his back and then flexing his arms, pulling it off. He slid it down into his hand and then dropped it onto the chair he was just sitting in.

“I mean, I can if you want me to,” he said.

“N-no!” you said, faster than you meant to. You shook your head vigorously, causing Mason to let out a chuckle and shake his head. He looked down, smiling to himself, and you felt your face blush at his coy behavior.

He raised his head up a second later, but didn’t respond to you. He stepped closer and you flinched, but he didn't acknowledge it. You felt the bed dip, your body swaying, as he sat down on the bed. You pulled your legs up to your chest and held them close. You watched Mason as he reached down and pulled at his shoelace.

“I’ve been watching you,” he said. He glanced up at you, pulling at one of his boots. He pulled it off and then looked at you fully. “Been watching you run around these woods.” A smile played on his lips, and you suddenly felt very embarrassed about the fact that he could see you the whole time. “Hunting is fun,” he continued. “And listening to you scream like an animal got my heart racing…” He pulled his other boot off and dropped it onto the floor, the loud thud making you jump slightly.

He looked up at you, his eyes warm and his smile comforting. You tried not to think like that, but the more you looked at him, the more it wouldn’t leave your head. He really did look like he would be nice to get held by… “But I think you’re less like a deer,” he said, reaching out and placing a large hand on your head, his fingers tangling in your hair, “and more like a dog.”

You sat in shock for a moment as he ruffled your hair. He was petting you. Like a dog. “Like a dog?” What exactly did he mean by that? Was he saying… what you thought he was saying? Maybe this was some trick. You didn’t know. You were still exhausted, so maybe your brain just wasn’t working right, but you couldn’t read any threats coming from him (aside from the simple fact that he was so much bigger than you, and therefore automatically more intimidating). In fact, he looked extremely happy as he stared down at you. After a few seconds, his hand slowly came to a stop, and you saw his eyes trail down. You didn’t know what he was looking at, but whatever it was, he seemed to be really focused on it.

“Um,” you cleared your throat. Your voice was small, but you had to be sure. Besides, there wasn’t anything left for you to lose. “Does this mean…” You trailed off, looking down at the bed. You licked your lips and looked back up. “Does this mean you don’t want to kill me anymore?”

Mason stared at you for a second, his face changing into an emotion that you didn’t recognize. It was like he was thinking, trying to decide for himself if this is really what he wanted. But it only lasted for a second, and then he was smiling at you again and letting out another chuckle. He shook his head lightly, and then reached an arm out gesturing to the other side of the bed, the side against the wall.

“Scoot over,” he said, gruffly.

You looked towards the rest of the bed and then back to him. You didn’t move. Why did he want you to scoot over? You could hardly believe the absurdity of the situation. You had snuck into his cabin to sleep one last time in a comfortable bed, and now the man that was trying to hunt you down just a few hours ago was being civil and even telling you to scoot over, presumably so he could lay down beside you. Was this real life? Did you die and the world just decided not to tell you? You just stared at him, a dumbfounded look on your face.

“I’ll help you,” he said.

Before you could even process what was happening, he was reaching over and grabbing your waist. You felt yourself being moved. You instinctively tried to steady yourself by grabbing onto something, the closest thing happening to be Mason. You gripped his arm as he gently slid you across the bed, pushing you out of the way. His hands left your waist and he was turning around and placing his back against the bed. You barely had time to turn your head to look at him before you felt his hands on your waist again. You let out a small yelp as he pulled you towards him. Somehow, before you even really knew what was happening, you found yourself lying beside him, his arm around your shoulder, keeping you held close to his body. You froze, your hand on his chest. You felt him breathing, and you could hear his heartbeat.

You really didn’t know what to do. You never expected to be cuddling with this man. Your body was stiff beside his, and you fought yourself, trying not to get too comfortable. He could be lying. This could be another one of his games. He could be playing with you. But, then again, he had never really manipulated you. He had been pretty straightforward with what he wanted to do- and what he was going to do- this entire time. Why would he suddenly change tactics and do something that even you could tell would be completely out of character for him? He wouldn’t do that, no. He knew how to hunt. This wasn’t that. He wasn’t hunting you anymore. This was real, however strange it might be.

Your exhausted body loosened. A few hours of sleep did nothing to stop the pain of the last three days, and your body had not caught up yet. You could still barely move, and holding yourself up against him was excruciating. You couldn’t do it anymore. You let yourself fall, the small spaces between your bodies being filled. You heard a snort come out of his nose. You guessed that he liked that. And, honestly, you couldn’t lie that you didn’t like it, too. He was big and soft and your suspicions had been true. He was great to cuddle with. Any coldness that was still in your body was immediately wisped away as you held close to him. His grip was tight, but not too tight that it was uncomfortable. It was like a perfect weighted blanket and you couldn’t stop yourself from moving your arm down, wrapping it around his tummy, and pulling yourself even close to him. You moved your head on his shoulder, rubbing your face into his clothes. He didn’t smell the greatest, but for some reason you didn’t even care.

His hand rubbed your arm. At some point during your sleep, you had shed your coat and the long sleeve shirt (and your pants), leaving only your undershirt on. You could feel his rough fingers dragging along your skin as he rubbed you, petted you. He pulled his hand up and gave your shoulder a rub (which you had to suppress a whimper because of) before raising it even further and placing it on your head again. He rubbed your hair, tangled his fingers in it, playing with it. He was quiet. You were quiet. The sounds of your slow breathing filled the room. It was nice. You felt so close to him.

You closed your eyes and let yourself get comfortable. If he killed you at least you’d be happy. At least you’d be warm. And if he didn’t kill you? Well, at least you’ll get to be held by him for a little while. Your breathing got heavier as your mind drifted off, further and further towards sleep. You were dozing off within a few minutes, completely cuddled up to the man who had only just tried to kill you.

Then you were pulled away from sleep. You felt Mason’s hand on your waist. At some point he had moved it down and was not pushing you, gently but firmly, on top of him. You let out a small “whoa!” as he guided your body up. You placed a hand on his shoulder, gripping, trying to steady yourself. After a few seconds, you found yourself straddling his lap, his big hands holding onto your waist. You stayed still for a second, unsure of why he had put you two into that position. But as you shifted, you felt a hardness brush against you and you knew exactly what he wanted.

This wasn’t the first time this had happened. Two times before he had found you in the woods and fucked you. Once was a time that you initiated, hoping that the favor would get him to go a little easier on you. And, after he destroyed your throat, he did cut you down from the snare and walk away. He didn’t have to get hard that time, and presumably he wasn’t anticipating getting any since he had no way of knowing that you would be there, so he was apparently just walking around the woods with a boner. You didn’t pin him as such a deviant, but his being the third time he’s wanted sex finally tipped you off that you were wrong.

“Ah,” you said. You looked down at him shyly. “You want to…” You trailed off, looking away, not able to finish your sentence.

He grunted, shifting his lower body, pushing his cock up against you with a hard thrust. You gasped and fell down on top of his chest. He let out a laugh and raised his hand, rubbing your back.

“Brings two people closer,” you heard him say.

You peeked your head up and raised up slightly. “Then what was before?” you asked.

Mason smiled, a smug look on his face. “That was me getting off,” he said.

You felt your face blush. You didn’t know why, but it did. “So it means something now?” you asked, quietly. Your brain felt weird. For some reason being this close to him, speaking to him so freely, being so… intimate was making you feel funny.

You saw a small smile form on Mason’s face, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he thrusted his hips up again, causing you to stop thinking about the conversation you were having and only think about the hard dick that was pressed against you. You let out another gasp, this one sounding more like a moan. Mason huffed out a chuckle, and then you felt his hand move from your waist. His knuckles grazed against your middle, causing you to squirm, as his fingers got to work undoing his pants. You felt him push them down, just enough for him to pull his cock out. You were surprised when you first saw it. Honestly, you had never seen one that big before. You didn’t know how you would be able to take it, especially in your mouth. You managed somehow (with a lot of help from him) but you were still nervous about it. You felt butterflies in your tummy just thinking about him that you didn’t even realize his fingers were shoved into the waistband of your underwear, pulling them down.

“Whoa!” you let out, falling forward against his chest again as he shoved your underwear down. You raised your legs up and let him pull them off as much as he could, then you kicked them the rest of the way off yourself. You raised back up slightly, looking at him. Your entire lower body was naked, exposed, and you could fill his cock, slick with precum, threatening to enter you.

You didn’t really have much time to prepare. Mason grabbed your waist, with force and intent this time, and raised your body up. You gripped onto his shoulder, aware of what was about to happen. You weren’t really that wet, but you knew that wouldn’t stop anything. When he first did this, by the fire, you weren’t wet at all and he still pushed his way inside. You could still feel the burn between your legs. He moved his hand from your waist and grabbed his cock. You felt him align it, the top pressing against you, and then a second later you were gasping for air as he was pushing inside of you.

You couldn’t catch your breath as you felt the thickness slide into you, stretching you out. It was too big and you weren’t nearly ready, but the way your mouth was hung open and your brain was foggy and your head was spinning and the feeling of him filling you up, you couldn’t help but not care. He moved his hand from between you two and grabbed your waist again, holding on tight enough that you were sure there would be fingerprint sized bruises. You felt him push your body down onto his cock, slowly forcing your hips to meet his.

Your fingers gripped onto his shoulders, pulling at his shirt in your fists. You closed your mouth, biting your lip, trying not to make too much noise. You squeezed your eyes shut so hard that you could see stars. He paused when he was all the way in, staying still, not thrusting at all. You licked your lips and opened your eyes. Being filled up without the movement was uncomfortable and your body twitched. You let out small moans at the feeling, squirming on top to try and get some friction. Mason smiled up at you, but otherwise made no acknowledgment that he was buried completely inside of you. You writhed more, moving your hips on his, feeling his dick only twitch slightly, offering very little relief.

“You look cute when you squirm like that,” Mason’s deep voice said. “Makes it hard to take it easy.”

You swallowed and looked down at him. You couldn’t think of anything to say. You didn’t want to say anything. You were sure that whatever came out of your mouth would be stupid and you didn’t want to be stupid in front of him. You wanted him to just hold you and take over.

“I’ll try to be gentle, though,” he continued. “Don’t wanna hurt you.” He said that second sentence with a laugh, and you thought back to how hurt you actually were. It was all because of him. There was a hole in your thigh because of him, your entire body hurt because of him. But, honestly, you didn’t really care. He was making you feel so good now. You shoved your face into the crook of his neck, his facial hair tickling your cheek. You moved your hips back and forth and hummed into his neck.

You felt the rumble of his neck as he chuckled. He shook his head again, as if he was laughing at your actions, but still thought they were cute.

“I got you,” he said.

Mason moved his hips and you gasped into his neck. He gripped tight, but pulled out slowly. You could feel every part of him rubbing against you, and the stimulation was already almost too much. He laid his head back against the pillow and then moved his hips up again, pushing back into you- hard. You let out a cry, which seemed to wake him up a little bit. You felt his hips sputter slightly before he went back to his previous pace. His hips were slamming against yours, just slow enough that you could almost catch your breaths between thrusts, but fast enough that every time you did it was cut off with an unavoidable moan from the feeling of him pounding you.

It was dry at first, and it burned, but the more he fucked into you, the easier it got. You were getting wet, and you weren’t mad about it. You were enjoying this, and from the way that Mason had his eyes shut, a smile on his face, and grunts and moans leaving his lips, you could tell that he was enjoying it, too. He was keeping the same pace, moving hard and slow, and you couldn’t get enough of it. You squirmed on top of him, burying your face into his neck, gasping into it, drool leaving your mouth. It was so much at once, but also so little. You were on the brink of an orgasm, but you couldn’t ever get close enough.

You moved your own hips, trying desperately to get some more relief. Mason huffed in your ear, his breathing getting heavier. Because of the grip he had on you, you couldn't move much, but you did what you could, trying to meet your hips together at least a little faster than what he was going. He grunted more, his eyebrows scrunching together, his face twisting in a look of pained pleasure.

Your brief moment of somewhat control didn’t last more than a few seconds. Mason pushed all the way in, slowly, and then stopped. He shifted, and you felt the grip he had on your hips get tighter. He opened his eyes and you felt him press his chin against your face. You got the hint and raised up slightly, so he could see you. He had a fucked out look on his face, his cheeks more red, his pupils dilated. He smiled at you, and you couldn’t help but smile back at him.

However, the smile on your face was wiped clean off when Mason thrust his hips into you, hard. You gasped, falling forward again and resuming your position on his neck. His movements were faster now, his pace picking up as his breathing did. You moved your hand down and gripped onto his arm. The constant fucking turned out to offer much less relief than the slow fuck. It started to hurt, but you didn’t care. It felt good to you.

The two of you moaned together. You were in the middle of nowhere, and the fact that no one would hear you was suddenly comforting. Mason’s grunts were loud, your whines were loud, the sound of skin slapping against skin was loud, the bed was loud, everything was loud and you couldn’t hold back anymore. You let yourself go, your body clenching around Mason’s cock as you came. His grip tightened when he felt you. He quickened his pace even more as your body went limp against him. He fucked into your hard, your shoulders bummping his chin because of your inability to move. You let him do whatever, the aftermath of the orgasm still feeling blissful. His grunts got more guttural, deeper, and eventually there was one last huff and then you felt him spill out inside of you. You let out a small whimper as he finished, all of his cum filling you up.

It was quiet after that. He stayed inside you as you continued to lay on top of him. You felt him get soft and were sure that he would leave soon. You could hardly keep your eyes open for it, though. If you thought you were exhausted before, you didn’t know what you were now. Just when you were about to fall asleep, you felt him shift. You raised your head, looking up at him.

“Gotta get out of these clothes,” he explained.

You let out a small hum of acknowledgment before raising up even more and sliding off of him. You listened to him push himself off the bed as you scooted over, pressing yourself against the wall. You curled up on your side. You heard him shuffling around, presumably taking his outside clothes off and putting on whatever he called pajamas. You honestly didn’t think that he would come back, but a few minutes later your slide slid slightly as a heavy weight was pressed on the other side of the bed. Then, after that, you felt an arm slide around your waist and a large body press against your back.

He was big spooning you. He was actually cuddling you- again. He actually came back. This was actually real and not just a fucked up way of getting his dick wet. You let yourself finally get comfortable, really, truly comfortable. You moved back, folding yourself into him as much as you could. Your bodies were pressed together, close.

“Get some more rest,” you heard Mason’s voice say as you let yourself drift off to sleep, “Goldilocks.”

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hearts4maddison · 6 months

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You Read? Part 3

- Mason mount x Reader

summary: After bumping into mason at the club he invites you to his daughters birthday party.During the party you find yourself getting closer to mason…more attached to him.

Warnings: Fluff,Swearing,Mentions of deadbeat mom.

paring: single dad-mason “Mason mount” x female!Reader

Despite the relentless sleep from last night you still found the energy to actually get up from bed. The lack of sleep was due to Staying up so late because you got back from the club late. Also the constant thought of Mason.

The constant thought of what you were gonna wear to the birthday party. With all that thinking you needed to hurry up and go to a toy store and pick up something a 5 year old girl would like.

A barbie? Oo a colouring book the hangover from all the drinks were not helping. You figured you’d buy a barbie and a couple of other toys she might like mostly were based off what you thought what a five year old would like.

Now all that was left was wrap the gift write a nice card find a decent outfit to wear and head off to mason that’s should be easy.

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You were so anxious for that birthday party that you spilled blazing hot coffee over your outfit making you change also making you late. With all that hassle over and done with the only thing that was left was getting there you put mason address in and surprisingly he didn’t live too far away.

As you approached mason house you took a good look at your surroundings it was big looked cozy and alot of cars parked in the driveway meant there was a lot of people here aswell. You could hear the birthday party music coming from the backyard And the talking of a lot of people that’s probably what made your heart sped up even more

As you waited for someone to open the door you gave it a couple of minutes and then the door had opened. When the door opened it wasn’t mason. A woman she looked like she was in her Thirties. She almost had the same features as mason her hair was shoulder length.

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“Hi i’m here for the birthday party…” You said there was little bit anxiousness to your tone,“Oh are you a friend?’’ The woman responded looking quite curious to know who you were.

“Oh yeah i’m Mason friend! I hope i didn’t come too late you know!” you said waiting for her to let you in “Oh! come on in i’m jasmin mason sister you can just call me Jaz i don’t mind” she said while stepping out the way to let you in.

“everyone’s in the back garden you can drop the gift of to the gift table and join everyone” she respond leading me to the back garden she had this bright smile planted on her face.

So you did as she said and dropped the gift of and looked around you figured you were kinda on your own for this one since you didn’t know anyone.

you kinda just stood there. In hopes to say happy birthday and then drop the gift off and call it day. As your eyes wonder you saw Masiey with a couple of kids in the bouncy house.

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As you were turned around you felt a tap on your shoulder and turning around it was mason finally it was someone you actually knew.

“I thought you got stuck in traffic or you were mad that i spoiled the book” Mason said with a slight chuckles in his voice. “oh i am mad about the book but i wouldn’t miss out on her birthday” turning to him with a slight smile planted on your face.

“i’m glad you made it’’ he said he had a genuine smile on his face it wasn’t the cheeky one or the slight smile. “urm…Anyways we’re gonna cut the cake soon so help yourself to anything really.” He said scratching the back of his head after that he kinda left to greet more guest.

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It had been now couple of hours the cake was now cut you talked to a few other people. You had also talked to maisey wishing her a happy birthday before she ran off to go play some more.

you decided you’d lounge in the living room. There was no one in the living room it was fairly dim in the room. You scrolled on your phone for a couple of minutes until you heard the door open.

You saw Mason step in with a drink in his hand a smile planted on his face as he sat down maybe a inch away from you on the couch.

“didn’t know anyone was in here” he said taking another sip of drink. “Came in here for some quietness still have a banging headache from clubbing.” You said fiddling with your fingers

“Hangovers are a piss take honesty” there was a slight chuckle to his voice. “tell me about it” you said.

“Hope i didn’t interrupt unless you wanna be alone?” he said looking at you. “nah it’s fine could use some company i guess” You said locking eyes with him.

“Then i’ll gladly stay pretty lady” he said taking another swing from whatever he was drinking

“you know it surprised me when you said you read” You said breaking the silence. “really why?” he said turning his head slightly “i don’t know…you just look like someone who dosent read.” You say to him

“never judge a book by its cover” he said while as he laughed. “what made you get into reading anyways?” you asked him “oh..it was something i started doing when i was going through a breakup…kinda took my mind off things you know” he said while putting the glass down.

“oh i’m sorry” turning to him with a apologetic look written on your face “Not your fault..you didn’t know.” He said while shaking his head.

“Maisey a good kid.” you said a small smile on your face trying to lighten up the mood. “I did pretty well then with raising her…it was kinda hard with the whole breakup she’s a tough kid for her age..”

“If you don’t mind…what happened with your ex” relaxing into the couch some more “Long story…it was just a unpleasant break up..maisey mum didn’t wanna be involved but maisey would’ve done fine with her or without her..”

“Your a good dad mason..” locking eyes with him as he locked his eyes into yours.

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After you and mason talked you guys talked for a good hour straight just opening up to each other you didn’t really know him as well but now you did.

As you put your jacket on walking to front door we’re mason was also trailing behind.

“You know i enjoyed talking to you” he says while smiling at you “Same here” You said returning the smile.

“Well…i just wanted to ask you something-’’

he said before getting cut of by masiey who was heading upstairs “My daddy said he wants to take you on a date Say Yes! pleaseeee!” Maisey said with a cheeky smile on her face.

Mason stood there awkwardly a faint redness on his cheek as he scratched the back of his head when he was in a awkward situation.

“So…What do you say next week Thursday?” He said he looked like he was shy how cute you thought.

“you know what…I’m free so that’s a yes..” Smiling at him.

“So it’s date..well lunch whatever you want to call it..”

“Yay! Daddy has a date!!!” maisey said while running up stairs.

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How lovely a date. Nothing could go wrong could it?

This one was kinda rushed there might be a few typos and messed up sentences sorry! This also hasn’t been proof read!

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wiltedkyinn · 10 months

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blunts and parks

synopsis; you went to phoneix, arizona for your fifeteen brithday trip. being blown off by your so called bestfriend opens now doors and new friends.

pairing- madeline mcgraw, mason thames and miguel cazarez mora x gn reader.

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here i am, currently waiting for my bestfriend, junior, to meet me at the park. it feels as if its 113 degrees but it was only 94 with no wind and straight sun. it probably wasnt the best idea to go phoneix in the middle of the summer. i look out to see if he is atleast at the park. instead of seeing him i see a group of 3 of familier faces walking around. its was 2 boys around the same height and a girl that looked no younger then 14. the buzzing from my phone snapped me out of my thought. i answered it already knowing a who would be on the other line.

"yo im staying with valerie for the rest of the day" i could hear a girls voice in the background talking about money to go somewhere. "what was the point of bringing you on my brithday trip" i mumbled. "we can hang out later. i gotta go." his usally loud voice was smaller. then there was slinence. groaning i look around again, im on the swings covered with some shade i found. i find the small group by the tables near me, their backs facing me. i started to rummage in my jackets pocket, knowing what to do to make me feel better.

pulling out the small tube i always carry around along with my lighter and airpods. putting in my right airpod and turning on whatever playlist that i was listening to last started to play. thinking about the group again before popping open the top. i slowly started to get up from the swings, i headed my way towards the small tables. the closer i got the more i was able to hear the voices. it started to mush with the song i was listening to. "sorry but do yall care if i light this? its a blunt" my voice a little raspy due to not having any water on me.

the trio looked at me then back at eachother before the girls nods speaking, "yeah we dont have a problem with it." giving them a small smile "thanks," i walked back to the swings. thinking about the group again, i had forgetton my glasses while packing so it was hard to see even if i was up close. i couldnt quite make it out but they looked familiar. the girl, who i mostly looked at reminded me of the actress Madeline mcgraw, the girl who played gwen in the black phone movie.

pushing whatever i was thinking about to the side so i could focus on the cone shape pre-roll. igniting the red lighter, i rotated the joint in the fire. i brought it up to my lips and took a hit. inhaling and then exhaling. i focused on the song that just started playing, pink + white by frank ocean. i started to inhale again only to be stopped seeing a shadow figure walking up to me. i grabbed my phone and turned it down a little, loooking up i was met with the same girl from before. "hi im maddy and me and my friends were wondering if you would like to join us? the suns getting a lil stronger." she pointed towards the table she was sitting at. "oh uh sure, and im (name)" as soon as i got up to stand i realized how hot it actually was, the heat was overwhelming. "should i put this out or do you guys wanna smoke it with me?" i asked as we both got closer to the park table. "if you teach us how, sure!" her smooth voice stayed upbeat.

i took the free seat next to the tan boy with long dark wavy hair. "mason, miguel this is (name), (name) this is mason and miguel." suddenly it snapped, they were the actors from the black phone. the 2 boys said lil hi's. i took another big hit, then tapping it so the ash falls off. i look at mason, since he was on my left infront of me. "well mason do you wanna hit this?" he thought about it for a moment then nodded his head.

"so how do i do this?" his brown eyes looked at me for help. "so you just suck on it till you get enough smoke and then you take another breathe to actually inhale it." i tried repeating what my older brother taught me a while back. seeing succesfull as he exhaled a cloud while coughing. he handed it to maddy while still trying to catch his breath. holding back my luaghter i remembered the first time i smoked. i look over at maddy and she seemed pretty hesitant, "its okay if you dont wanna," i told her she looked at me then at her hands. she brought it up to her lips and took a breath. she exhaled same as mason except she was able to control her breathing a bit better. she passed to miguel, and when he exhaled he was fine. i figured maddy and miguel did better since they were in some type of sport or exercise.

when i was passed the blunt they stared at me. i took a hit normally and exhaled normally. i started to feel a wash of an euphoric state take over me. i could already tell mason was high. his eyes were red and glossy. i hinted at him to take it but he nodded his head side to side. i did the same with maddy and she took it. "so are you from here?" miguel asked. "nah im here cause its my brithday trip. but im from las vegas," maddy raised her brow "why are you alone on your brithday trip?"

i was handed the joint again, "me and my friend, junior were supposed to hang out today but he bailed on me to stay with his girlfriend." shrugging while i spoke. "thats a dick move." mason snipped quickly. i agrred with him, i did pay for juniors ticket and hotel room. we stayed like that for a while. luaghing and coughing. "(name)!" our peaceful moment interrupted by a forgien voice.

i looked behind me to see a girl with curly brown skin and deep brown skin. valerie, juniors girl. i never officially met her, as she and junior were long distance. "valerie? what are you doing here?" as i got up to hug her. while i didnt know her face to face we have talked one in a while. "junior said we were meeting here today to hang out with you." her voice held some confusion while my head wasnt even processing. "he told me that he was hanging out with you for the rest of the day. you were there when he called me?" i became genuinely confused.

"i havent even seen him today, so hes spending a dat with someone he lied about being his girlfriend?" her voice was hurt while her face was stotic. "oh-" "i cant beilieve he's putting me through this agian" her usal confident voice gone, becoming bitter more as she spoke. she pulled out her phone and calling who i would imagine was junior. she stromed off into her car for some privacy.

"what the hell" i looked back at the intoxicated teens next to me and they laughed, i shrugged it off. "how old are you turning (name)?" mason asked his eyes werent red anymore, but still glossy. "fifteen" miguel turned his head towards me with a semi-shooked face. "i thought your were like eighteen, you look so much older" the other two nodding their head in agreement. my phone started to buzz again. answering it automatically i was greeted with junior yelling. "WHAT WERE YOU THINKING TELLING VALERIE THAT I WAS WITH ANOTHER GIRL?"

"its your own fault for using me as an excuse junior, plus its on you for cheating." he began to yell again but i didnt see the point of talking to him, so i hung up. "i should be leaving soon, it was nice meeting yall" giving them all a smile. "we should hang out again," maddy said. "here give me your number and ill send it to the boys" maddy extend her hand to me, her phone dail already open. swiftly putting my number in along with my name, i gave it back. "call me when yall wanna hang out" i gave a small wink and walked away.

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Passenger Seat | Mason Mount

Pairing: Mason Mount x Reader

Summary: Fell in love with you in my passenger seat.

Warnings: Slight suggestive content, cursing

Word count: 2k+

Note: Back with another Mason blurb idea thing, I hope you like it! 🥺

The time read 3:02 am as you woke up to the third missed call from Mason in the past five minutes. Your heart immediately begins to race, worrying that something might have happened to him. You call him back, and he answers almost as quickly as you had pressed call.

“Hi, Y/N” you hear his cheerful voice through the speakers of your phone.

“Mase. Are you okay? Is everything okay?” you ask him. “Why do I have so many missed calls?”

“First off, I’m okay darling. But I am outside your house. Come outside, let’s go for a drive.” he says sheepishly.

“Are you mad? I thought something happened to you. Plus, have you seen the time? I look terrible, first of all and I feel bad sneaking out of my house like this, second of all. My parents will be so worried if they wake up and I’m not here.” you scold him.

At the same time that you finish your sentence, however, you put him on loud speaker as you begin frantically looking around your room for your makeup to somewhat make yourself look presentable. Knowing that you’d cave in and go out with him in any case.

“You look great. And, just be very quiet when you leave the house, your dad will never even know you were gone.” he tries to reassure you.

Your mind races as you apply a touch of makeup, not wanting Mason to see you so vulnerably yet. You slip on the closest pair of leggings and hoodie you can spot. You also can’t shake that feeling of guilt of sneaking out. As much as you were an adult, you felt that you owed your parents a sense of respect.

“Y/N, you there?” he asks after a few moments of silence.

“Yeah, I’m here. Just… I’ll be out in a bit.” you tell him before hanging up as you run to brush your teeth before heading out.

With a rush of excitement and nervousness, you walk towards the entrance door. Trying to rationalize if sneaking out at this time to spend time with Mason was even something you should be considering. You pause for a moment, taking a deep breath. Part of you wants to turn back, but the other part of you just wants to see Mason. That part of you that is sure has been falling in love with him, overrides the feeling of fear of getting caught. So you carefully open and close the door trying to minimize the noise and you spot him waiting for you in his car.

He rolls down the window of the passenger seat as he sees you appear out of you house, and he greets you with a wave and that ever-so-characteristic-of-him grin. The one you’d seen him reserve for when he talked about the things and people he really loved, like his nieces and nephew, and Chelsea.

“Don’t you have training in a couple of hours? Can’t you be fined for things like being out too late?” you begin interrogating him as you try to hide the smile that was forming on your lips as he begins to drive, seemingly with no destination.

“Couldn’t stop thinking of you. Wanted to see you again. I guess I’m risking everything for you, and that’s alright with me.” he tells you half-seriously half-joking as he sees you trying to connect to his car’s bluetooth so you can take control of the music.

You turn to look at him, rolling your eyes at the fact that he seemed to sweep you off your feet with his sweet talking.

You see a couple of familiar names pop up on his car’s bluetooth before you try to connect to your own phone. Chilly, Christian, Nathan. You hadn’t met them, but you felt that you knew them from how much he had talked to you about them. You also, however, see some unfamiliar ones.

You can’t help the feelings that form in the pit of your stomach. The jealously, the anger and the insecurity. However, you and Mason had never talked about being official. In theory he was well within his right to go on car rides with other girls. In practice, though, you hoped he wasn’t doing that.

“I have to ask, Mason. Do you also pick up… Jaz and Chloe from their houses at 3 am and risk everything for them?” you joke along with him.

“If you must know, Y/N. I would risk everything for Jaz. She’s my sister, Summer’s mom.” he begins and waits for your response. To which, you simply nod, having heard so much of Summer and how strongly their bond was.

He pauses before continuing, “And, Chloe. She’s my ex. It ended a couple of years ago. We were both very young. I haven’t thought about it but I guess I’ve not had a girl connect to my car since then.” he answers as he pulls a strand of loose hair behind your ear and settles his hand on your thigh, “but you have nothing to be jealous of, as you are the only girl who I have ever liked as much as to want to spend time with her at 3 am, 3pm and everything in between.”

“I was not jealous.” you lie, knowing he could read you better but he doesn’t press the matter further.

You finally connect your phone to his surround system and you start shuffling through your driving playlist. You analyze his reaction to the first few songs, skipping them all until you find one that he sings along to, turning up the volume.

You get so lost in the moment, loving the way his voice was just slightly off key, as he dramatically keeps looking between you and the road and he attempts to serenade you. To be honest, you weren’t paying much attention to the words, that was until he abruptly stops at a stop sign and turns to look at you.

“I’ll be your brightside, BABY, TONIGHT.” he half sings half yells along to The Lumineers looking into your eyes.

You lower your gaze, embarrassed at how quickly and easily the effect he had on you became evident. He smirks as he notices and parks a few metres ahead of the stop sign, at a small park with a stunning view of the city.

You turn down the volume of your phone, anticipating what you’d do next. Just happy to be there with him. He inclines both yours and his seat, and you look back noticing that the backseats were down to give you more room. Seems like he had thought this through.

He then opens the sunroof directly on top of your seats and you’re treated to a breathtaking view of the starry night. Taking hold of your hand, he brings it to his lips before placing a chaste kiss and then placing it close to his chest.

You both lay down in silence for a few minutes, just enjoying each other’s presence and the simple yet intimate activity of stargazing. The only sounds you could distinguish: the faint sound of your songs playing, your hearts beating and your shaky breaths.

“I think that’s Cassiopeia,” you say pointing towards the constellation, outlining the W shape with your fingers. “It’s like an upside down M for Mason Mount but not really.”

He points along with you, seeing him pull out his phone to snap a picture of the sky. He inches closer to you, surely testing your willpower as you take in his scent, “Wason Wount, if you will, but I don’t see it.”

“Look harder, Wason.” you whisper turning towards him. His body is barely touching yours and you look into his eyes. The air between you becoming thicker than before.

He slowly leans into you, hand gently caressing the side of your face as he closes the gap between your lips. Like most of your kisses, it starts soft and tender at first. Gently exploring each other’s mouth, becoming intoxicated with each other. And again, like most of your kisses, the passion grows. The kiss becoming more and more intense. Pressing your lips against each other more urgently, he gently bits your lip as you moan and his tongue explores your mouth. In a swift movement, he grabs your thighs and brings you towards his seat, straddling his lap. You wrap your arms around his check, pulling him as close as humanly possibly, deepening the kiss.

He reluctantly pulls away before your kisses escalate any further. You both struggle to catch your breath for a few seconds. The kisses leaving you with your blood rushing into your head, wanting more. You look into his eyes as you see the raw emotion in them, feeling dizzy with desire.

“As much as I’d love to continue this. And trust me I would. I’ve thought about it a lot more than I’d care to admit. But, I have imagined us, you know, in a much more comfortable and romantic place.” he laughs lightly tapping your bum.

“Prude.” you tell him as you move off his lap and sit back onto the passenger seat.

The two of you lay back down, entwined in each other's arms, watching the stars twinkle above; trying to point out more constellations.

As the night passes, you both talk and share more pieces of yourselves, learning more about each other and feeling that, surely, if you weren’t already, you were falling in love with him.

Somewhere along the conversation, you had both fallen into a comfortable asleep in his car, with his arms holding your waist tightly.

The warmth of the sun wakes you up and you shuffle around to see Mason asleep with a slow and steady breathing pattern, and a small smile on his face.

You immediately see that it was bright out and that the windows had fogged up. Your mind starts to wonder just how long you’d been asleep, and how long you’d been out.

“Shit, Mase. It’s 6:43. Wake up.” you nudge him as you check your phone.

“Come on, babe just five more minutes.” he tries to grab onto you, trying to get you to cuddle him some more.

“I don’t wanna go. But I have to.” you say just above a whisper, trying not to overthink the way him calling you babe for the first time made you feel.

“I know, I don’t wanna say goodnight yet either. But, I gotta get you home so your parents won’t know. I want them to like me when I meet them for the first time.” he mutters as he begins to wake up.

“What makes you so sure I want you to meet my parents?” you challenge.

It was a subject you hadn’t touched yet. As much as you liked him, you had never discussed if you two were exclusive. Or, if he even wanted to introduce you each other to your lives like that. You hadn’t met each other’s friends or family, having kept your whatever-you-two-were to yourselves. So, you thread around the subject lightly.

“Because, I got you a gift.” he voices as he stretches towards the backseat, where a gift bag was sitting on the floor. “I had this whole thing planned out. Sunrise was at 5:57 am today. I checked before picking you up. I was gonna say you were my sunshine and everything. But I guess we missed that about an hour ago, so I hope you’ll still like it.”

He hands you the bag, sensing the nerves and anxiety he had as he was waiting for you to open it.

You chuckle at how endearing he was when he become flustered. It wasn’t a side of him you had seen much, as he usually carried himself with a confidence you admired.

“This is super cheesy.” you state, as you start to unpack the contents of the bag — the Chelsea jersey with his name and number and one ticket for the next home match in a few days.

“It is not. But, Christian is injured, I already told him to keep you company that day. I’m hoping you want to meet the rest of my friends after. I really want to introduce them to you as… well, as my girl.” he gazed at you with a shy smile.

You couldn’t help but giggle as you reply, “I would love to go to the game as your girl. And to meet your friends as your girl. And to do all that, as you girl. I was starting to worry you didn’t like me like that.”

“You know how much I like you. I just had to build the courage, Y/N. But fuck… I’m so fucking happy.” he expresses sincerely, before moving closer to you, pressing a kiss on your head. His lips linger for a few seconds. It was a small gesture he’d always do. One you were beginning to love. “My girl.”

“My girl,” he whispers again, “I can’t believe it. Me and you’ve got something special. I have never been so sure of anything in my life.”

“I’m so happy too.” you say with tears threatening to spill. “But, you need to take me home before I embarrass myself and start crying in front of you.”

“I think that would be very cute. But, because I don’t want to make my girl cry this early into our relationship I’ll do as you say. But we’re taking the long way home.”

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As you wake up the next day, you see a notification pop up on your phone.

Mason Mount has posted a new instagram story.

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