#jesse lingard drabble

[mountswhore]

hey 👋 can i request a one-shot with Dad!Jesse Lingard, “Did you love her?” from Angst Prompt and “Is somebody jealous” from Fluff Prompt. Where he’s at the party with his teammates and his teammates post a story of him and his ex, reader saw it and get really jealous

thank you!

#🥝 anonn

kiwi anon :) i love it

𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐧 — jesse lingard

summary: after recently having your baby, Jesse goes on a night out, leaving you with all sorts of questions after seeing Marcus' story.

notes: reqs are open!

Since giving birth to Robin, your precious little daughter, Jesse has been attached to her. He lets you feed, and then it’s right back to cuddles with daddy. And for the first few weeks, you definitely weren’t complaining, it gave you time to sleep and get back to being the regular you. But after a while, you wanted some time to bond with your daughter.

He’d be the first one into the nursery in the morning, he’d be the first one to get her dressed, to take her for a stroll, play with her in the living room, you felt like a ghost trying to get some time with her. You even used the excuse, “she’s going to become a full blown daddy’s girl if I don’t have time with her.”

To which Jesse replied, “would that be so bad?”

You were in the kitchen, sorting away the food shopping you’d just ordered as Jesse was out with Robin on a car ride to his family home. And just as you were arranging the fruit into the bowl, your phone buzzed. Marcus was calling. It wasn’t strange, seeing as the man was at your home 2/3 times a week, but he rarely called, he normally texted or just showed up.

“Hey, you.” You chirped into the phone, holding it between your shoulder and ear as you started putting the shopping bags into the cupboard.

“Hey,” Marcus replied, “I’m gonna ask something, and you can totally say no, because I’d understand if you did. But can Jesse come out tonight?” You giggled, thanking the Heavens that they listened and just made plans for Jesse. You’d finally be able to get some alone time with your daughter.

“Take him, he’s all yours. I’ve been dying for a chance to cuddle my own daughter, he’s a total hog.” You laughed, Marcus joining in shortly after. He could relate, seeing as Jesse let him only hold Robin once when he first visited, and then it was back to cuddles from daddy. It was boring watching him give all of his attention to Robin.

Jesse had arrived home, this time with Hope as well as Robin. You quickly embraced Hope, as she normally jumped into your arms the moment she saw you, and watched Jesse carefully bring Robin’s car seat in. You made sure Hope was occupied with tv, whilst you went to grab a bottle for Robin, Jesse already having her out and holding her as you came back into the living room.

“You’re going out tonight,” you mentioned to Jesse, his face contorting as he looked up at you, “I don’t want any back and forth’s, you’re going. You need a night out to be Jesse, not daddy.” You watched as he rolled his eyes, taking the bottle from you to feed his angel. The smile never left his face as he fed her, cooing to her whilst she stared up at him, getting familiar with his beautiful eyes and freckles. All whilst mumbling to her, “my little Robin.”

Jesse had left an hour later, after getting ready, kissing both his daughters goodbye, and giving you a lasting kiss as he stepped out the door. And finally, you had your daughter, and Hope, to yourself.

You were cradling Robin, whilst engaging in a conversation with Hope about who your favourite Disney princesses were. Your night was going swimmingly, Robin hadn’t cried once, Hope was well-behaved as always, and Marcus had texted to thank you for getting Jesse out the house, as he’d been in non-stop dad mode since Robin’s birth. He was an incredible father, you knew that even before you had Robin. As he was just so loving with Hope.

Once both girls were in bed, and you were finished with the dishwasher, you found yourself scrolling through Instagram stories. Seeing a few of the United boys stories, they were all seemingly at this party, and finally, upon scrolling onto Marcus’ finsta, you saw a video of Jadon mouthing some lyrics and Jesse in the background, posing for a picture with some girl. You felt crazy for replaying the story, but it looked like his ex, the one before you. Same hair length, same hair colour, same little tattoo on her chest. It was most definitely her.

Regrets started to fill your head. Did you really want Jesse gone that much? Did you really get tired of dad Jesse taking over? Have you just pushed him out of the house to get comfortable with another lass? You locked your phone, no longer feeling interested in the tea that you held, and put them both down.

For the next few hours, your were full on panicking, pacing your living room and hoping Jesse comes back, alone, and remembers his night. You let go of a breath you didn’t know you were holding when you heard the door unlock, and it was Jesse. Your heard released it’s tension at the sight of him, he wasn’t stumbling, he didn’t seem completely drunk. And the smile he gave you, it was enough to make your knees buckle.

“Did you love her?” You asked, your bottom lip quivering as you stared at your boyfriend with your phone in your hand. You knew it was a reach, to be asking your boyfriend of four years if he loved his ex. He left her for you, not that you knew that. You were the one to help him realise he wasn’t in a good relationship, and soon after, the two of you had been on an official date.

“Huh?”

“Your ex, did you love her?” You repeated.

“Of course not, you know that.” He stepped forward and reached for your hand, which you gladly gave him. “Is somebody jealous?”

You were. But you weren’t going to admit that, and Jesse knew that. He’d been with you long enough to know you’d never admit when you get a little jealous, because he doesn’t like to either. You knew each other like the back of your hands. He held your face in his hands, looking down at you with nothing but love in his eyes. Just like how he looked at his daughter.

“You’re it for me, you know that?”

[boreussia-durmmund]

“If you don’t drink enough, I’m taking you to the ER.” With Jesse pls 💖

Jesse was steadying heraround the waist guiding her from the bathroom back to the livingroom. Once they arrived near the sofa she just let herself fall downonto it, before lying down and closing her eyes immediately.

A cold hand was touchingher forehead, she guessed Jesse was checking her temperature. Hegroaned obviously not happy with the result.

“The fever’s not comingdown yet.”

Eleanor opened her eyes tolook at him but she was too tired to reply so she just nodded. Evenbefore he checked she knew it. Her whole body was hurting and herlegs were feeling like jelly while she was walking.

“And your dizziness isworrying me, El.”

There was no need toreply, she got that, he was right.

“I know you went to thedoctor’s and they said it’s just a virus but if you don’t drinkenough, I’m taking you to the ER.”Normally she would argue, shedidn’t like hospitals at all, nobody does honestly. But she got hispoint and therefore she nodded.

“Can you get me somewater then?” she asked her throat as dry as sand.

Probably it was time todrink something anyway.

“Of course. I’ll be backin no time.”Eleanor slowly sat up again but still she wasfighting to keep her eyes open though she knew he was being more thanserious. Jesse seemed scared for her health for real and then hewouldn’t hesitate to even call an ambulance.

About three minutes laterhe returned with a cup, a bottle of water and a washcloth.

“Here you go.” he saidafter pouring her a cup.

El took it and drank itall sip after sip but she felt like it could stay down.

Jesse gave her areassuring smile.

“Enough?” she askedbecause she was sure that she couldn’t drink more.

“Yeah, lie down.” heordered.

She made herselfcomfortable and he put the cold washcloth against her forehead. Thenhe started caressing her hair and El just let herself fall into thiscomfort too tired to stay awake.

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Day 8 of the NSFW smut writing challenge.

Words: 1643 Player: Jesse Lingard. Warnings:  just a whole lotta handlove, male and female orgasm, dirty talk.   Request?: no.

Jesse lays back on Marcus’s bed and stares at the loading screen on his iPad while waiting for facetime to kick in. She said she’d ring once she got out of her classes and even though it’s been two days since he last saw her, which isn’t a lot of time at all, he misses her. When she finally appears on the screen, he can’t stop the grin from spreading across his face as he looks at her. “Hey baby, how are you?” “Good thanks,” Marcus replies quietly in a girly voice. Jesse throws him a look as she replies, “Yeah I’m not bad thanks, how’s things?” “Just slumming it with Marcus. You know how it is.” “Hey, Marcus.” She calls out, quite fond of Jesse’s younger teammate. “Is he looking good tonight?” She asks, knowing it annoys Jesse when she flirts with him. “I’m always looking good,” Marcus calls back, clicking his tongue before ducking in time as Jesse throws a bottle of water at him. They lapse into a few minutes of easy conversation as she tells him about her day, any interesting things that happened in her class and she asks about the drive to the away stadium and what they were planning to do tonight. “Well Rashy wants to watch some film but I dunno, you know I don’t do scary films.” He scrunches the side of his mouth up as he considers any other options. “How about you?” “I have some work to complete,” she says, her hand dropping seemingly innocently to the top fastened button of her shirt, “but I’m not really feeling it if I’m honest.” Her fingers flick it open, the shirt parts a little more and it has Jesse’s attention. Her fingers drop a little more, popping the second button, now exposing her bralette. Jesse nervously eyeballs Marcus, hoping he’s not noticed Jesse suddenly quiet. 

“What are you feeling like doing?” He asks, breaking the silence and feeling himself twitch. “Anything but work really,” she keeps her tone the same, even though her eyes seem to lock with his through the screen. She runs her fingertips over her breast through the fabric concealing her as her other hand continues to slowly unbutton her shirt. “Any suggestions for things for me to do? “Oh, I’ve got plenty,” Jesse says before gritting his teeth. “Let’s hear them then.” She grins at him, her fingers skim over where her nipple is and playfully tweaks it through the fabric. Jesse’s face drops when he realizes he’s not going to stop. He checks where Marcus is, thankful he doesn’t look like he’s moving as he skips through the streaming site to find something to watch.

Turning his attention back to the screen, he watches as she shrugs out of the shirt and places her device on the bed. “Lovely view of the ceiling. Absolutely stunning babe.” He comments, secretly pleased he couldn’t see her anymore. His hand reaches down into his sweatpants and rearranges his semi-hardening cock. “You know me, I love to give you the best view in the house.” He hears and he chuckles. “That you do.” The camera jolts a little and he sees her hair move above the screen but nothing else for a moment or two. He’s about to change the subject when the camera moves and it’s back on her face and showing down to her shoulders. “Did you decide what to do?” “Uh huh.” She says and smiles. He sees her reach over to something off camera and again, the device is moved. When she comes back into focus, he has to bite his tongue to stop himself from groaning. She’s naked, sat crossed legs with her feet blocking the view of her pussy. “Yeah, I found something to do. Wanna see.” He looks at Marcus again who hasn’t moved and nods. “Yeah, I’m intrigued.”

She lays back, moves her feet and exposes herself to him and the screen. Jesse quickly finds his earphones and connects them, not trusting her not to say something rude or to moan to get his attention. He wets his lips, unable to stop his staring as her fingers move over her folds and strokes over herself. “Do you want to play baby?” She doesn’t need to ask twice. Jesse swings his legs over the edge of the bed, pushes himself off it and pats Marcus on the head. “I’ll be back in a minute sugartits. Just gotta do something.” He shields the screen from anyone else’s view and hopes that Marcus hasn’t seen the tent appearing in his sweats as he exits the room. He fumbles in his pocket for his card key and lets himself into his own suite. He’s barely made it to the bed before his free hand is already tugging down his joggers and freeing his hard cock from his boxers. “Awww, are you impatient?” she chuckles.

“Yeah?” He says, his thumb circling the head of his cock, smearing the pre-cum that seeps out. His fist closes around his shaft and begins to pump. “Well, you started this at the wrong time.” Frustrated that his hand doesn’t move against him as hers does, he releases himself and spits into his open palm before gripping himself once more, using the spit to lubricate the way much like when her mouth engulfs him.

“I started this at exactly the right time. You can’t tell me you haven’t thought about my wet pussy while away from me.” “Of course I have,” he all but growls his response. His eyes match hers; lower down on the screen and fixed firmly on what his hand is doing, just like his is fixed firmly between her thighs as her fingers get to work upon her core.

Jesse watches as her fingers slip between her folds, dips inside of her two finger knuckles in and moans at the sensation of being partially filled. “Fuck I wish this was your fingers inside of me,” she whines, opening her fingers out just enough to try and stretch her walls a little more, finally taking the rest of her fingers until they’re fully immersed within her. She pumps them in and out of her, they become more and more slick with her wetness as his hand picks up speed. He wants to close his eyes and picture her mouth working him instead but he can’t stand to close them. Can’t stand to stop staring at what she’s doing. He wants to tell her that he wishes it was his fingers too.

Shit, he wishes it was his head buried between her thighs and his tongue deep in her core. He wishes he was licking away at everything that she was giving to him, taking everything offered and only adding more pleasure. His hand speeds up before he pulls it away and spits into his palm again to add more lubrication. It glides over his hardened cock so easily that he lets out a moan of his own, imagining oh too well how her mouth would feel, how she’d suck in her cheeks to clench around him and the way her tongue would work against him before pressing flat against his shaft as he slips towards the back of her throat and entering it.

Jesse allows his mind to wander, to drift between watching her fingers slip in and out of her while her thumb rubs a smooth, unbroken circle against her clit and thinking his dick being sucked. He watches her other hand reach up and palm her breast, pinches her nipple and tweaks it into a hard peak. He notices the way she moves her hips against her hand, needing more than she can give herself. He wants to speak dirtily to her, tell her how much he wants to be there with her so he can do it properly for her but he can’t. His words fail him.

Remaining quiet, he loses himself in his actions, focuses on how good it feels and slips back into his memories. Her moans, how she says his name as she nears his peak drives him forward. His pace matches hers. “Jesse I’m so close,” she cries out, her back arching, her pussy grinding onto her hand which doesn’t break pace. “fuck, fuck,” she whimpers, her body shudders, her legs quiver and try to close as she finally slips over the edge. Watching her orgasm like this is something else. He knows how she’d feel beneath him, how her body would be tightening around his dick or his fingers. He knows the taste of her as she comes, spurting over whatever was fucking her at that time. He drops his phone quickly to yank up his top only to pick it back up again and watch the aftermath. She pulls her hand from between her legs, lifts her fingers to her lips and sucks on them hard while her thighs rub together. She hums happily, a look of pure satisfaction upon her face. “I thought about you the whole time. How you’d fuck me,” he’s close, her words pushing him closer and closer to his own climax. “how you’d fuck my mouth first before taking me from behind. Is that what you’re thinking about? Fucking my tight pussy Jess?” “I am now,” he finally finds his voice, his mind drifting back to her perfect soaked core, remembering exactly how incredible it feels to be inside her. Expletives fall from his lips as his hand steadies at a slower pace; his cum splatters his stomach with several final strokes of his hand before finishing. He lets go, his dick slapping against his skin with a thud as he laughs. “Where the fuck did that come from?” He blinks several times to clear his vision and sees her smiling back at him. “Who knows? But it sure beats assignments.”

[arrrseeenalfc]

Jesse imagine please with a fluff ending

Old request x

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Jesse trains to be his best but that takes a toll on him, and there’s no other person he want to relax with, than you.

He keeps smiling as you try to apply the face mask on him, his hands on you waist as you carefully apply it.

“Jesse! Stop twitching!” You scold him but he just laughs.

“I’m sorry darling, it just tickles..” he wraps his arms around you and pulls you closer.

“I’ve been waiting for when you were free so we can do this. I missed you…” he kisses the tip of your nose, chuckling when you scrunch it.

After you’re don’t applying the face mask he shimmy’s off your clothes and brings you into the bath. The bath-bomb already mixed into the warm water. He gets in first and then you get in behind him.

“Ahh finally…” he lets out a deep breath, holding your hand and playing with your fingers.

“I love you so much. Thank you for being here.” He confesses, kissing the back of your head.

“I love you two, Jesse. I’ll always be here for you, just play the game you love and don’t overwork yourself too much.”

[lordlasse]

Strong

Pairing: Jesse Lingard x Marcus Rashford (can be read as friendship too)

Summary: Marcus shows up unannounced and is acting weird, no news there. But what’s going on with him?

Word Count: 1,833

A/N: This is just a small drabble I though of when I finally got some inspiration to write again! Sorry for all the POV changes, I somehow couldn’t keep it in just one of their POVs. @ppumpkines wanted to be tagged when it was done, so here ya go babe :) Love,  💕✨

JESSE

Jesse had just turned off the tv and was about to head off to bed when his doorbell rang. He looked at his watch, wondering why there would be someone at his door at 11pm. He doesn’t have to think long about who it is. Marcus is the only person that would come over unannounced at this ungodly hour.

Feeling slightly annoyed, and slightly concerned about what Marcus is doing here this late, he walked towards the door and yanked it open. Sure enough, Marcus was on the other side, wrapped in a big hoodie and sweatpants. He was looking down at his feet but slowly lifted up his head. His face was adorned by a sheepish smile and he slightly shrugged his shoulders as Jesse raised an eyebrow at him.

Jesse stayed quiet and leaned against the wall next to the door, waiting for Marcus to speak. Normally, he’d let him in immediately, but he was just curious about what the other Manchester United player would give as an excuse to come over at this time.

“I didn’t think you’d let me come over if I would’ve called first…” Marcus gave Jesse his nicest smile and his best puppy dog eyes and Jesse groaned. He’d never be able to say no to those.

Reluctantly, he stepped aside. He was actually really tired, and having Marcus over would mean at least a few hours of playing games and talking shit.

Once Marcus had taken off his shoes, which he stored neatly on the side of the hallway, he walked into the living room. Jesse rolled his eyes at Marcus’ neatness. His own shoes were thrown throughout the entire living room, and he couldn’t be bothered to pick them up.

Walking into the living room, he almost bumped into Marcus, who was awkwardly standing in the middle of it. He looked down guiltily.

“You were about to go to bed, weren’t you?” Jesse sighed. He didn’t want to make Marcus feel bad, but it was obvious from the closed blinds, the shut off tv and the cleared coffee table that he had been ready to call it a night.

“Yeah.” Smiling his most reassuring smile, Jesse tugged Marcus towards the couch. “It’s alright though, beans. We can play some games or something.” MARCUS

Marcus could see how tired Jesse really was. But he didn’t have it in him to leave. He needed Jesse around him right now. He was tired himself too, but he was too strung up to be able to go to sleep. So he generously accepted Jesse’s offer to play some games at first, but then he thought of something.

“Didn’t you tell me you wanted to watch that new Netflix show that everybody’s been talking about?” Jesse looked back at him with hopeful eyes.

“You’d finally want to watch that with me?”

Marcus chuckled, “I mean, I guess we could try it.”

Jesse slapped his leg, practically squealing with glee and reached for the tv remote quickly.

Honestly, Marcus couldn’t even remember what the show was called, but Jesse had been talking about it for weeks. No one had wanted to watch it with him though. Watching tv with Jesse was a literal hell. He couldn’t keep his mouth shut for more than ten seconds. He got way too physically involved in everything, always swinging his arms around and bouncing up and down. Basically you didn’t want to sit next to him during a movie night, ever.

But here Marcus was, doing just that. If he could just keep Jesse calm somehow, maybe he’d get some of the cuddles he was desperately craving.

While Jesse looked up the show on Netflix, Marcus walked towards the kitchen to make some tea. He was hoping that it would make Jesse even more sleepy than he already was. Marcus loved a sleepy Jesse. He’d get into this almost trancelike state in which you could ask him anything and he’d reply honestly. He was also even more cuddly then he would be at a normal time. Basically, sleepy Jesse was just a better, more relaxed version of the normal Jesse.

When Marcus got back to the living room with two steaming cups of tea, Jesse had the show ready to go. He had situated himself on one end of the couch, covered in a fluffy blanket and was looking absolutely adorable. Marcus chuckled and handed Jesse his mug before sitting down on the couch too.

Jesse was sitting too far away for Marcus’ liking, but he couldn’t really do anything about it at this point.

The Umbrella Academy was actually quite a good show so far. At least during the moments that Marcus was paying attention, it was pretty decent. But those moments were sparse.

Jesse had finished his cup of tea in record time and snuggled further into the blanket that was covering him. When Marcus tugged on the end of it so he could use part of the blanket too, Jesse just shifted his entire body to come with the blanket and eventually ended up with his head in Marcus’ lap.

After that, it was hard to focus on the show anymore. Marcus kept looking down at Jesse every other moment and wondered how he got lucky enough to get a best friend like this. Marcus could see Jesse’s eyelids flutter closed, even if he was looking towards the tv. His breathing evened out too, and Marcus smiled slightly. Jesse must have been extremely tired if the fact that he wasn’t even talking 8 miles an hour while watching a movie was anything to go by.

Marcus softly stroked Jesse’s curls and draped his arm across Jesse’s middle. He let his thoughts drift to the reason he came here in the first place.

Even thinking about the match against the Wolves on Saturday made his heartrate spike. He took a deep breath to calm himself down. He couldn’t figure out what was making him so nervous. It was weird because he had absolutely not been this nervous about a match in a while.

JESSE

He slowly became aware of a humming noise coming from somewhere behind him. He was about to turn around to see what it was, when he realized he was laying in someone’s lap. And that someone was stroking his hair. He almost freaked out, but then he realized that he had been watching The Umbrella Academy with Marcus and he smiled. For claiming he ‘definitely wasn’t a softie’, Marcus was very much acting like one right now.

Jesse’s attention focused back on the humming sound. Marcus was humming a song to himself. Jesse grew worried, because the only time that Marcus would do that was when he was profoundly stressed.

Cautiously, Jesse turned around in Marcus’ lap, lifting his head slightly. Marcus eyes snapped to his.

“You okay, beans?” Marcus gave a curt nod and Jesse scoffed.

“You think I’m gonna believe that, sprouts? I know you better than that.”

A sigh escaped the younger man’s lips and Jesse decided to sit up. He wrapped the blanket around both his own and Marcus’ legs and shifted so he was facing him.

“What’s up?” He looked at Marcus questioningly and noticed the way the other man was fiddling his hands.

While grabbing onto Marcus’ hands, he leaned a little closer and tried to catch Marcus’ downcast eyes with his. When the Number 10 finally looked up, Jesse added,

“It’s just me here. You can trust me.”

“I know that-” Marcus started, but he didn’t finish his sentence. Was he ashamed? Jesse wasn’t sure. But he was sure about the fact that something was bothering his best friend.

“Just spill it out, beans!” Patience had never been one of Jesse’s strengths…

“I’m just nervous about Sunday, alright?!” Marcus’ voice was high-pitched as he rushed the words out quickly.

Jesse couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “You’re… Nervous about Sunday? Like? The match? That’s what’s been bothering you? I thought you were dying or something!” He wrapped an arm around Marcus’ shoulders and pulled him close.

“You’re gonna be just fine, silly. You’re gonna do great!”

Marcus groaned and rested his head in the crook of Jesse’s neck.

“This time it’s different, Jesse. I don’t know what’s going on. I wasn’t even this nervous against PSG last week!” he exclaimed, exasperatedly raising his hands and dropping them back down in his lap.

Jesse grew serious for a moment. Marcus would usually be a little nervous, or agitated, before a match, but he’d never had serious issues with it.

“What’s different this time?”

Marcus thought about it for a long time and eventually he said, “It’s just… There’s gonna be people watching.”

Jesse couldn’t stop the laugh from escaping his mouth, because, really? That’s what Marcus was worried about?

“Beans, millions of people watched you play against PSG. Tons of people see you play in England every week.”

“No, I mean… Important people are going to be watching?”

Marcus phrased it more like a question than an explanation and Jesse sighed. He couldn’t handle Marcus’ evasiveness. He was too tired and too impatient to figure out what was going on with his best friend.

MARCUS

He could tell that Jesse was getting frustrated. While Jesse was asleep, Marcus had figured it out. He’d finally realized what made him so nervous about this match, specifically.

He decided to just spit it out.

“You’re going to be there.”

For once in his life, Jesse stayed quiet for a while. His face was curious, not mocking, like Marcus thought it was going to be. Jesse’s voice was quiet when he spoke again.

“You’re nervous. Because I’m going to be at the game.”

Marcus blushed and let his body sag against Jesse’s. Marcus himself didn’t understand why it was such a big deal to him either, so he couldn’t expect Jesse to understand what was going on.

“So you came here, hoping that the nerves would go away… By being close to the person that was making you feel those nerves to begin with?” And for the first time that night, Marcus laughed. Because phrased like that, it sounded kind of ridiculous, even to his own ears.

“I guess?” He said in between giggles. As he calmed down, he sat up straight again and looked Jesse in the eyes. “You just always calm me down, you know that. I’m just nervous I’ll mess up while you’re watching me play.”

Jesse just nodded and stood up from the couch, extending his hand.

“You’ve got nothing to worry about, beans. You’re going to be just fine. Let’s go to sleep, little bundle of nerves.” He chuckled at his own joke, before hauling Marcus’ body up from the couch.

As they were walking up the stairs, Jesse turned around with a smirk on his face and, in a seductive tone, said, “You know I’m always watching you though, right? Even when we’re both playing, I’m watching you. Always. Especially when you bend down to pick up a ball…”

They both laughed as Marcus swatted Jesse’s arm. He couldn’t understand why he was so nervous an hour ago; he loved it when Jesse was watching him.

[iwriteficsandtragedies]

*Please read any warnings and/or author’s notes at the top of fics/chapters. NSFW is marked.*

Series

New - Lifelong friends Sergio Ramos and Emilia are just that - friends. Right? [Completed]

Number 20 - Meeting Marco Asensio one night at the Santiago Bernabéu changed your whole life. [ON HIATUS]

Locked Down - part 1, part 2, part 3

The Break Up (Leon Goretzka) - Before You Go, Relapse, Echoes, Invisible String

Victory - post-match victory drabbles/imagines, multiple players. NSFW marked appropriately.

Kink Bingo

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Isco Alarcon

Rafinha Alcantara

Trent Alexander-Arnold

Ethan Ampadu

Marco Asensio

Gareth Bale

Federido Bernardeschi

Roman Burki

Julian Brandt

Dani Carvajal

Dominic Calvert-Lewin

Casemiro

Ben Chilwell

Rúben Dias

Eric Dier

Paulo Gazzaniga

Leon Goretzka

Jack Grealish

Antoine Griezmann

Eden Hazard

Mats Hummels

Daniel James

Sami Khedira

Simon Kjaer

Aleksandar Kolarov

Toni Kroos

Alex Lacazette

Jesse Lingard

Marcos Llorente

Kylian Mbappe

Luka Modric

Mason Mount

Oscar Mingueza

Keylor Navas

Jan Oblak

Sergio Ramos

Sergio Reguilon

James Rodriguez

Marco Rose

Leroy Sane

Luke Shaw

Andre Silva

Santiago Solari

John Stones

Corentin Tolisso

Virgil Van Dijk

Raphael Varane

Kyle Walker

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[mountswhore]

𝐝𝐨𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 — jesse lingard

summary: jesse was afraid to lose you, but you have to reassure him that his money and fame mean nothing to you.

notes: requests are open, ask away!

for @bite-me-en-la-boca

Jesse was afraid to lose you, as simple as that. He wasn’t blind to the double takes people do when you walk past them, or the comments from men at the club when they pass. You were stunning — and Jesse knew that, along with everyone else.

Even his own friends would make little comments, obviously they knew they wouldn’t act on it, so did he, but his girlfriend was wanted by even his closest mates. It definitely made him hold onto you a little tighter. Whenever you’d visit him at training, or go to an event with him, he’d keep you close and constantly shower you in affection, so everybody knew you were his.

The Instagram comments were the worst, not only would his be littered with ‘she’s fit’ or ‘lucky man’, but yours were so vivid that you’d refuse to open them. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t scroll through them every once in a while to see what people were saying, only to return to you a while later with a heavy heart.

The whole of the UK male population were after you, which is why tonight was the worst for Jesse. You were celebrating Marcus’ birthday, and it was completely unlike him to want to go clubbing, but you both agreed anyway.

Jesse watched with a sick feeling in his stomach, almost feeling the need to grab his phone and text his best friend that he was too sick to go. And keep you at home. He knew what tonight would be like, he knew that someone would make a comment, or give you a suggestive glance, and it would ruin his night.

“How do I look?” You asked, smiling innocently up at your boyfriend. Even with heels on, he towered over you. Jesse pushed his negative thoughts to the side to compliment you.

“Wow. Where’s Y/N gone?” He asked, holding your hand and twirling you around slowly. You met his eyes once again with a pout, and Jesse kissed it away. There was never a day he didn’t compliment you on your beauty.

“Real funny. Are you ready?”

“Do I look ready?” Jesse countered, standing back from you and showing off his smart casual attire. You laughed and smoothed the fabric of his shirt down, smiling up at him. He looked back down at you with so much love in his eyes, you’d forget he was hiding his intrusive thoughts behind those eyes.

The pair of you left, getting an Uber to the club you were supposed to arrive at 20 minutes ago. Marcus was waiting inside, sitting in a booth with a few other United boys. The second Marcus spotted you, he moved out of the booth to greet you both.

“Jess,” Marcus spoke, pulling his best friend into a hug, “how’ve you been?”

Jesse just nodded, watching his attention divert from him to you. He squeezed you tightly and almost lifted you from your feet. He knew Marcus would never betray him like that, no matter how hot you were. He trusted Marcus entirely, but it was just adding fuel to the fire. Jesse felt tense from the moment he entered the club, the boys greeting you and having a laugh with you. It was off-putting, he just wanted to go home and watch your rubbish tv. He’d sit through hours of it if it meant you weren’t here getting preyed on.

Throughout the night, you’d had shot after shot, begging Jesse to dance with you an hour in. And he was keeping you close to him, eyes watching intently as you swayed your hips onto him. Your eyes were on him the entire time, not paying mind to the people around you. Jesse so badly wanted to enjoy this moment with you, but those eyes surrounding you were slowly pushing him over the edge.

“What the fuck are you staring at?” He snapped, causing a small space to form between the pair of you. You stepped back in shock, staring at your boyfriend who angrily stared at the people surrounding you.

His eyes had found yours again, but you were gone. You’d approached the booth Marcus was sitting at, wedging between him and Jadon, a frown on your face.

“What happened, Y/N?” Marcus questioned, an arm around your shoulder as you looked visibly upset. You saw Jesse sat at the bar now, head in his hands with a drink in front of him.

“He just shouted in front of everyone, it’s so embarrassing.” You stated, folding your arms and stealing a drink from the table. You didn’t know who the victim of the stolen drink was, quite frankly, you didn’t care. Jesse had bursted his anger in front of everyone, and even though it wasn’t directed at you, it still embarrassed you.

The next half hour was torture, you were slowly losing your buzz and the night was becoming boring. You were sandwiched between the two boys, and they refused to let you have any more drinks. Jesse was still sulking at the bar, but you didn’t care. You’d let him sulk there for the remainder of the evening, if need be.

“Guys, I think I might head home,” you mentioned, standing up and wiggling over the line of boys, “I’m super tired now.” You waved sweetly at Marcus, wishing him one more ‘happy birthday’ before you were leaning against the wall and waiting for your Uber.

Jesse looked back at the booth, wondering which boy had an arm around you this time, but you were gone. The space between Marcus and Jadon that you occupied had now disappeared. His eyes frantically searched the dance floor, but you were nowhere to be seen. It was only then that he started to regret shouting. He could lie and say he didn’t know what came over him, but he did know. He was jealous.

“She’s gone home.” Marcus spoke into his friend’s ear, patting him on the shoulder. It eased Jesse’s thoughts a little, but he still felt horrible. Jesse had gotten an Uber home not long after you, finding the house completely dark apart from your shared bedroom.

You were tucked into bed, Netflix in the background as you scrolled through your phone. You could see Jesse standing in the doorway, but didn’t acknowledge him as he walked in and sat on your side of the bed. His hand rested on the lump in the duvet that was your leg, waiting for you to say something. But you didn’t.

“I’m sorry.” He blurted out, his voice soft with guilt. You didn’t even react, you just kept scrolling. “Really, I am. I’m sorry for ruining your night.”

“It’s done now, you need to go to bed. You have Hope tomorrow.” You replied, a lack of emotion in your voice. He knew you loved when Hope was round, the pair of you got on immensely. But you seemed bored now. Bored of listening to him. You had gotten out of bed and left the room, wandering downstairs to distract yourself with something else.

“It’s not done, babe.” Jesse spoke, following your footsteps as you turned into the kitchen. You stood at the counter, grabbing a coffee pod from your cupboard and beginning to make yourself a coffee.

“What else do you want to say, Jesse?” You argued calmly, Jesse almost jumping at the mention of his name. It was always silly pet names, never his name. He could see by the look on your face that you were over this, you were tired, grumpy, getting slightly hungover.

“I know I should never have shouted like that, in front of everyone,” he spluttered, alcohol still in his system. His words were not stringing together very well, which presented a bad case on his behalf, “the last thing I wanted to do was hurt you because of my own insecurities.”

Jesse wasn’t the type to show his insecurities to anyone, not even you at times, but you knew they were there. He was stuck in the mindset of sweeping them away, out of sight and out of mind. You wanted to badly to help him work through them like he did with yours, but he’d never disclose what was bothering him. You turned to look at him, the argument long forgotten now as you wanted this to be the chance he finally opens up.

“What insecurities, Jess?” You wondered, slowly approaching him. Your small hands held his cheeks, you could’ve sworn you’d seen a glint in his eyes.

He shook his head, the window now closed. The opportunity for the pair of you to sit down and talk about what bothered him, it was gone. You were back to pretending not to see his tensed jaw and white knuckles from squeezing his fist together. You sat at the island in defeat, your headache prominent now.

Jesse’s hand fell upon your shoulder, your eyes meeting once again. Your face contorted as a tear fell from your eye, Jesse now going into full on panic mode. He sat beside you, pulling you into his chest and holding you close. You could hear his heart pounding in his chest, you weren’t the only one who wished he could say how he felt.

“How are we ever going to move forward together if I don’t know how you’re feeling?” You asked honestly, holding his bare arm and pulling it close to you. There would always be this barricade stopping you from moving forward, his insecurities stopping you both from being able to talk to each other.

Jesse pulled away from you, his fingers fiddling with the expensive ring on your finger. He’d gifted it to you on your two-year anniversary, it was a beautiful night. “I just get jealous. I see your Instagram comments, and mine. I see the way random men look at you on the street, in the club, in the fucking supermarket. Even the boys are always complimenting you, being touchy with you. It might sound stupid and it might seem like it’s nothing, but it makes me fucking jealous.”

“You know I’d never do that to you,” you turned to Jesse, now clutching his hand tightly, “you’re the only one I want.”

“I know that, love. I have been fucked around before, girls always go after my money and my name. You don’t even shoo these boys away. It’s like you enjoy their attention.” Jesse accused, his tone still soft with you. He never raises his voice with you, and you never have with him.

This comment hurt you, your waterline burned with tears once again, hearing your boyfriend even fathom these ideas. “I don’t pay these boys any mind. You’re the only one I want attention from, I barely give the rest of them a second glance. And I’m sorry that your friends are touchy with me, I just give them lots of hugs and squeezes because they’re your friends, I want them to like me. I know how important they are to you. So they’re important to me.”

Even though Jesse thought you liked the attention, and wanted him for his name and wealth, even though it deeply pained you for him to think these things of you, you kept it cool. He was hurting, these were his insecurities. You looked up at him, giving him your infamous doe eyes, the ones he fell for in the first place.

“If I only wanted you for your wealth and name, I wouldn’t bother with Hope. I love that girl, she’s my best friend. I’d do anything for her,” Jesse smiled at your comment, his hand smoothing over your cheek, “I wouldn’t bother with your family, I wouldn’t call them up everyday asking how they are. I wouldn’t bother with your career, making sure your training kit is washed and you have appropriate lunch.” You emphasised the word appropriate, as Jesse would sometimes leave with just one of Hope’s lunchables, or just a yoghurt.

Jesse let out a laugh, both hands now holding your face close to his. “Thank you. I’m sorry for doubting you.”

“I won’t take your name when we get married, just to prove that I’m not in it for fame and wealth,” you admitted, a smile on your face, “I don’t know how you do it if I’m honest, you can’t even walk around the shop without someone approaching you. It’d get on my nerves.”

“Of course you’re gonna take my name,” Jesse cooed, kissing the bridge of your nose and looking down at you once more, “and you better get used to it, because I’m not giving you up.” He held you tight to him, the both of you still reeking of alcohol and the coffee long forgotten.

[mountswhore]

Jesse lingard x reader - reader decides to celebrate Christmas after not wanting to for 2 years and Jesse makes it special moment for her 🥺🤍

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 — jesse lingard

summary: you hadn't celebrated christmas due to personal reasons, for a long time. and when you decide to finally join in with the festivities, jesse goes above and beyond to make it the best christmas ever.

notes: requests are OPEN.

Christmas had always been a horrible time for you. Your family was nothing if not dysfunctional, and it was safe to say they'd ruined the holiday entirely for you. So you stopped celebrating it completely. You told your manager you could work Christmas eve, Christmas day, Boxing day, which was a plus for them. And it also meant you were distracted during the holidays.

When Jesse met you, he couldn't imagine not celebrating Christmas. He was baffled as to how you treated it like any other day, the whole of his December meant he was full on Christmas mode. But he respected it, even as you began to date. He would always offer to have you over, even to have a relaxed day with casual gifts and a lovely roast, a very nonchalant Christmas. But you refused.

You'd gotten used to not celebrating it, waking up to see your timeline filled with 'Merry Christmas' and 'Happy Holidays', all whilst you were getting ready to do some work. Jesse would post his daughter on his story, seeing her so happy about the presents he'd gotten her, and you'd often smile at your phone as you watched it. She looked so giddy playing with her toys, even after Christmas when you visited again.

But it had slowly become boring. You hadn't spoken to your family in years, none of them reaching out either. You'd gotten used to it being December 25th rather than Christmas day. You loved how happy this holiday made Jesse, and Hope, but you felt like the Grinch. You felt so downcast on these days where people were at their happiest, all because your family had ruined it for you. Christmas used to be a holiday of arguments, crying, watching your dad storm out of the house for the next few days, but now, it was a holiday of loneliness, watching other people enjoy their family, food, and presents.

It was December 20th, and you'd had enough. You'd woken up one day with a completely new mindset. You wanted to feel the happiness everyone else felt this year, you wanted to enjoy Christmas. Immediately, you booked the following days off, and decided your first plan of action was to call Jesse.

Jesse was aware of why you didn't celebrate Christmas. You'd told him all about your past experiences and he never forced or pleaded with you, but he'd always make sure the invite was there. And whilst waking up to a call from you was expected, there was no way he would expect it to be about you wanting to celebrate Christmas.

"Good morning, darling." He croaked, giving his legs a stretch before leaving his room, and he could practically hear your smile through the phone.

"Good morning, indeed. I have some news." You spoke casually, but he could hear the undertone of excitement in your voice. "I know that on Christmas Eve Eve, you will send me a text inviting me to yours for Christmas, and I always say no. But this year, I think I'll take that invite."

Jesse choked on his breath, his legs almost failed him as he walked down the stairs. "Really?"

"Yeah, I've decided I don't want this time of year to be dark for me. I want to be as happy as everyone else this time of year," you mentioned, and your mind couldn't help but reminisce on past Christmases, where all sorts of arguments and things happened, "would that be okay?"

"More than okay, I'm so much more excited for Christmas now." Jesse cheered, and you could imagine the smile on his face right now, it melted your heart, "get yourself dressed, I'll be there within two hours."

You did as you were told, and you were sitting pretty on your couch as Jesse walked through the door. Still sporting the smile you'd put on his face this morning, it hadn't left his face at all. Even as he hugged you, his eyes closed, he took you in completely, and yet he still had a goofy smile on his face.

"Where are we going?" You asked from the passenger seat, clutching Jesse's hand in yours as he drove. But he kept it a secret, he'd planned the next six days out within a span of half an hour, and couldn't wait to celebrate Christmas with you for the first time.

Jesse had taken you to a store, selling a range of Christmas decor, and he was slowly filling the trolley with your help, all for your home. It was a fun experience, you'd never celebrated Christmas as an adult, so buying gifts and decorations was fun.

"So, today until the 24th, we will be doing Christmassy things," Jesse mentioned in the car ride back to yours, his backseat full of bags of decorations, "Christmas Eve is technically my Christmas day with Hope, so we will open her gifts, have a nice meal, and then Christmas day will be the two of us," Jesse continued, and as much as it was overwhelming, you knew it'd be nothing like Christmas with your family, "we will open our gifts to each other, eat dinner together, and Boxing Day, my family will be round."

You just nodded along, a smile on your face as you listened to your busy week ahead of you. Jesse saw the slight concern on your face, and squeezed your hand a little tighter.

"If my family being over scares you, we don't have to do it. I want this to be the best Christmas ever for you," Jesse spoke quietly, despite it only being the two of you in the car, "I don't want you to do anything you aren't comfortable with."

"You don't have to try hard for it to be the best Christmas I've had," you stated, and the fact was rather saddening for Jesse. Which is exactly why he wanted this to be special.

The next few days had been busy, but fun. You decorated your home, put a small tree up, visited the Christmas market, and made some sweet treats for Christmas. Finally, on the night of the 23rd, Hope had been dropped off and was more than ecstatic for her Christmas with her daddy. Hope loved you, anyone could see that, and after hearing that you'd be with them for Christmas, she was over the moon.

"You're staying for Christmas?" She asked you as you lifted her into your arms, and you admired the cute candy cane bow in her curly hair. Nodding at her, she squealed in excitement and held you tighter.

"I bought you some gifts, which we can open tomorrow morning," you mentioned to her, "I'll be here for dinner, too." She giggled loudly as you put her down, and she'd run over to the tree hoarding all of her presents. Jesse had his arm around you, holding you close to him. It would be your first Christmas together, and nothing felt more special to him.

Hope had woken the two of you up early, and the pair of you sat on the sofa like zombies as she ripped open her gifts, cheering as she looked at them all. But Jesse would pay thousands to frame the smile on your face, watching his daughter open the gifts you'd bought her, it was a moment he wanted to keep forever.

Christmas Eve, Christmas Day, and Boxing Day were all busy, festivity filled, and full of love. Spending Christmas with Jesse and his family was the best decision you'd ever made, it helped you find your way back to the love you had for Christmas as a child. And you couldn't wait for next year.

[mountswhore]

Hey there! Could you write a JLingz one where you are no longer dating (he broke up with you) but when he sees you all happy and that he feels sad because he knows he made a mistake. He is having a bad time so his friends tell you what's going on with him (arent eating well, can't focus on his work). You decide to help him because of all the good time you spent together and after hours looking for him in the places he usually goes, you find him in your favorite place (a beautiful park where you used to go for a picnic and could see the whole city). There you realize you can't live without each other.

𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞 — jesse lingard

summary after breaking up with you, jesse loses himself. and you offer to help.

notes requests are open

It had now been four months since Jesse had broken up with you. You still had no idea why, but you were moving on. Your relationship had slowly broken apart, you’d become so distant from each other, choosing to spend time away from the other, and Jesse thought it was right to end it.

“Don’t be boring,” Mason sighed, stretching his limbs over your bed. You and Mason had been close friends, even before you and Jesse dated, but it stung to hang out with him sometimes. “Everyone will be there, so come on. They all miss you.”

You spun your head around from your seat at the vanity, giving Mason a look. “Everyone?”

“Apart from Jesse. He doesn’t show up to these things anymore.”

You'd made the decision to go, hoping to reinforce to everyone that you'd moved on from Jesse. Clubs weren't entirely your thing, it was one of your many differences with Jesse. He'd want to celebrate his birthday in a club , but wonder why you looked so uncomfortable sat beside him.

"Y/N," you heard from behind you, Ben's hands placed on your shoulders as he guided you to his booth. Sat there was Mason, Jack, Declan, and Marcus. You greeted them all and sat between Mason and Ben, stealing sips of Mason's drinks from time to time. The boys were all chattering, and you'd joined in, but Marcus kept giving you weird glances. You'd assumed that it was just weird for him seeing his best mates ex acting so happy and care-free, but he seemed to give you a sympathetic smile.

"I'm gonna get some more drinks," Marcus announced, pulling himself up from the edge of the booth and looking at the faces surrounding him, "I don't know your drink, Y/N, so you'll have to come with me."

You followed Marcus to the bar, sitting on one of the few empty chairs at the corner of the bar, waiting for the bartender's attention. Marcus sat beside you, fiddling with the glass in his hand. "I need to talk to you, Y/N."

"I thought as much," you noted, glancing at him and shifting in your seat, "you know my drink, you've ordered it a million times." The pair of you smiled at each other, a brief memory being remembered, but quickly batted away as it included Jesse. He was not a topic to be talking about, but Marcus needed to.

"Jesse isn't doing well, at all." Marcus stated simply, a painful look in his eyes. Marcus was the perfect friend, he knew what Jesse needed but Jesse wasn't willing to chase after it, so Marcus stepped in to help. He saw his friend struggling and decided to help. But your face wasn't sour, like he'd imagined. Your features softened at the mention of Jesse, and how he was doing.

"Why are you telling me this?" You questioned, finally raising your arm at the bartender who'd spotted you both.

"Don't pretend you don't feel anything towards him, Y/N. I can see it on your face." He replied, it as if the grip he had on your hand was urging you to tell the truth, you felt awful lying to Marcus.

"So what if I do?" You asked, no longer feeling the need to conceal your affection towards Jesse anymore. "Why would it matter? He broke up with me, if you forgot. He got home from training and told me to leave. Nothing further."

"I can't speak for him, I really can't. But I know he misses you, he regrets it." Marcus mentioned, tightening his grip on your hand ever so slightly, "and I wouldn't tell you this if it wasn't serious, but he's barely eating, barely sleeping, he doesn't show up to training on time and gets sent home if he's not performing well, he doesn't show up to parties or to hang out. He's gone."

Your heart ached. You could just imagine him now, on his sofa in sweats and carrying his heavy heart around his dark home. And you weren't far off from the truth. He was in bed, bundled up in the duvet and scrolling through your Instagram. It hurt to see you so okay. You had pictures of you and Mason, some of you and the England boys, some with just you glamming up, he'd watched every story, every highlight. You looked like you'd moved on, and here he was still yearning for you.

It had gotten to an hour after looking at your profile now, and Jesse had fallen asleep. Whereas you were just heading home for the night, you'd gotten into an Uber with Mason and Declan, giggling at their half-shut eyes and nonsensical words. You'd all gotten out of the Uber and into your place, the other boys had their own way of heading home, but you'd decided to let these two stay the night.

Even as you'd gotten into bed yourself, you couldn't stop thinking about what Marcus said. About how bad Jesse was feeling inside, and how much he'd let himself slip.

It even plagued your thoughts in the shower the following morning, as you drove with the boys to breakfast, as you'd dropped them back to the place they were staying. You'd gotten home that afternoon and were tired of debating it in your head, you'd locked back up and headed back to your car. The route to Jesse's was pretty familiar, almost like second nature at this point. Some days after a pretty rough day at work, you'd find yourself indicating left to go to Jesse's, and quickly began to indicate right.

You hadn't been here since he told you to leave four months ago. You'd barely paid attention to Jesse's car being missing, after banging on the door several times. He wasn't here, where else could he be? Marcus had said he doesn't go anywhere apart from training. And they were on a break right now.

He misses you, he regrets leaving you. Marcus' words were repeating in your head as you drove down the road to the field. Surely, if he missed you, he'd be here. You'd parked your car as close as you could, and began making your way up the hill. The only times you'd come here were with Jesse, for birthdays, anniversaries, even when you just had an hour together. This was a beautiful spot. It's where Jesse said he loved you, where he gave you all your birthday gifts. You'd spotted a man laying on the grass, head supported by a ball. Hood up and watching the city below it.

You'd come to realise, by the logo on the hoodie, that it was Jesse. You'd kicked the ball from under his head, falling back to meet your eyes. His bored face was swapped for a shocked one, sitting up and checking to see if he was actually seeing you opposite him. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to check on you," you mentioned, sitting beside him and balling up your boat to lay your head on, Jesse had laid back down onto the ball, eyes grazing over your features. You were still a beauty. "I checked your house, and figured you'd be here. What's this I hear about you not doing well at training?"

No matter what was going on between you, you always made sure he ate and was well-rested for training. His career was one of the most important things to him, behind you and Hope of course. So you'd never let him slack, it's only recently he realised how well you looked after him. "Just doing bad this season, I suppose."

"Jesse Lingard doesn't just do bad. I remember him to be a class player," you replied, seeing a brief smile on his face, and you'd mirrored it out of instinct.

"Yeah," Jesse mumbled, "well Jesse Lingard is an idiot."

You sat up as he did, hand on his back as he hunched over. His hands over his face, you couldn't tell whether he was crying or not. "Why's that?"

He decided to be completely honest with you, not wanting to feel this way anymore. "I shouldn't have broken up with you," he sighed heavily, almost regretting saying anything, but now he had to keep going. "I've regretted it ever since I did it. I saw us in a rough spot and thought you might have been falling out of love with me, so I saved myself the heartache and ended it with you. I keep replaying it in my head and I hate myself for it. I just wish I could take it back."

You were stunned. You had no idea he felt this way, that he carried all this regret. "Why didn't you say anything? Why didn't you reach out?"

"Because you looked so happy," he argued, voice cracking from the sudden raise, "I'd scrolled your Instagram every day, I saw how happy you looked with Ben and Mason and other friends. You looked like you had moved on, so I left it."

There was a tense silence, you had no idea what to do or say, you were contemplating being as vulnerable as he was. "It was a façade."

Jesse turned to face you, brows furrowed and hands on his knees now. "What are you on about?"

"I keep telling myself I've moved on, but I haven't. Marcus could see it on my face that I still love you." You admitted, shuffling closer to him and taking one of his hands in yours. "There's not a day I haven't thought of you, that I haven't hoped we'd run into each other."

There was nothing more that needed to be said, Jesse wanted to kiss you. So he did. He held your jaw with both hands tightly and kissed you, making up for these four missed months.

[mountswhore]

i write for:

jesse lingard

mason mount

marcus rashford

jack grealish

jorginho

ben chilwell

i might be open to others in the future ! <3

[footballffbarbiex]

A Kiss On The Ear.

Part of the kisses masterlist. Player chosen by you.

Player: Jesse Lingard. 

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“Why aren’t you paying me any attention?” Jesse throws a cushion at her, narrowly missing her head but it earns him a glance in his direction. “Well?” He waits for an answer. “I’m man of the match and my girl can’t even say congratulations.” “Congratulations.” She replies. “Hilarious. Really.” He sits back in a huff, his arms crossed over his chest and a pout on his face. “You know I’ve got this essay to finish. I can’t turn it in late again.” “But -” “No buts. Let me finish this and then we can celebrate.”

She loses herself for the next fifteen minutes in her work. Her fingers move across the keyboard as she stares at the screen, her touch-typing abilities coming in handy for nights like these where she needs speed and accuracy. She scans her books for the information that she needs, checks her notes for further clarity and ideas that she’d hoped to include within this.

Jesse waits as patiently as he possibly can. He watches her work, brings her drinks and snacks. He gives her space to work, retrieves her further books she may need and helps her in any other way she needs. But this is not the way that Jesse had hoped to spend his evening. Every other day, he’s given her the space and the time needed. He also knows that he’s been the reason that she’s fallen behind on a few assignments that needed to be handed in on time.

And while he feels bad for this, and he does feel bad, he also wants to spend a little time with her where her laptop and books aren’t present. She brushes her hair from her face and lifts her hands above her head, stretching her muscles out and hearing the crack of her bones. She pulls the hair tie from her and begins to pull her hair up on the top of her head once more and re-tie. Jesse moves behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and presses his lips to the shell of her ear.

“Are you sure I can’t try and distract you?” He whispers, placing another kiss a little further down her ear. He continues until he kisses down her neck and along her shoulder. She sighs, resting her head against his shoulder and pushes back against him. “Nope. I’m concentrating pretty hard right now.” She tells a little white lie. She is concentrating, but it’s not on her university work, it’s on the way he uses his mouth upon her skin. His fingers stroke over her waist, his teeth graze her skin and he soothes it with his tongue. “I can see that,” he mutters and sucks down just enough before releasing her with a wet pop. “I should really try and finish this. Just another couple hundred words should work.” She says, her determination though is fading and all she wants is to kiss him. “Yeah, that should work.” He kisses his way back towards her neck. “Or I could just…” she turns to look at him, her eyes lock with his before his lips are on hers.

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[footballffbarbiex]

Jesse Lingard One shots

I apologise for any format issues. There are no spacing problems when I post the update but for some reason, the app likes to mess things up :( Typos are my own errors though.

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Prompts, blurbs, song blurbs:

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One-shots:

Shopping for needs It’s like taking a child shopping. 

Needing To Hide From Bad Guys. Jesse is her knight in shining armour. 

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Smut:

Skype sex She’s bored. He’s busy. Guess who wins?

One Handed Expert. Jesse just wants her to know he doesn’t think of her as a friend.

[footballffbarbiex]

A “Needing To Hide From Bad Guys” Kiss.

I guess I couldn’t wait to post this. I hope you don’t mind an extra update today....

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Jesse had spotted her the second she walked into the bar. She’d grabbed his attention immediately and he’d let his eyes wander over her as she’d stood there for a moment, scanning the room for her friends. They’d nearly made eye contact. Nearly. But not quite. He’d almost hoped she would but at that moment, it was not meant to be.

He’d split his attention between his friends and her. His face half turned towards them but enough so he could see where she was at all times. He’d laugh with their jokes but also smile when he saw her laughing at something that was said with her friends. He enjoyed watching her, in a non-creepy way of course. She laughed carefree, he liked the way her nose scrunched up when she really laughed, her eyes tightly closed and tears slipped from the corners of her eyes.

He liked the way when she got excited, she’d playfully slap her friends arm or the table as she tried to control her happiness. He liked most of all, none of this was for attention. She was just completely absorbed in that moment with her friends. She wasn’t looking around, trying to catch anyone else’s eye. Her phone was firmly away, not on the table or upside down near her. It was fully away. Everything she needed and wanted was right there. He liked that.

What he didn’t like was one guy hanging around. He’d not noticed him at first because he’d been sly about it. A subtle walk past. A brush against her as he moved out of the way of someone else which resulted in him touching down her arm. He could see from the look on her face she really wasn’t happy about it but was trying to be polite as he saw her say “it’s ok” to him. No, it’s not ok. He’d started to hang around a little more, followed her to the bar and hung around when she went to the toilet. And now she’s standing again, he’s close by and she’s trying not to look at him. Doesn’t want to give him a reason to talk to her. Jesse can feel her uncomfortableness from where he sits so he’s on his feet. “Give me a minute lads.”

She’s walking towards him and that’s when they make eye contact. Her eyes widen. Good, she knows who he is. “I’m not going to ask if you’re alright because I know he’s freaking you out. Want me to pretend I’m your boyfriend?” He asks quickly, noticing the guy approaching. “Yes please.” She says hurriedly. It’s quick. Almost too quick but she’s leaning in, Jesse’s face is in her hands and she’s pressing her lips against his. Instinctively, Jesse wraps his arms around her waist, and she seems to melt against him. He wants to open his eyes and see where the stalker is, but he’s too lost in this moment.

Her lips part and he takes the chance to slip his tongue to hers as she places a hand on the back of his neck and the other up into his hair. There’s a small groan that doesn’t fully vocalize but he feels it as she kisses him. A slight tug on his locks as he deepens the kiss. There’s no awkward, which way do I go as they turn their heads, there’s no clash of teeth or bump of noses as they move. They work perfectly together, so natural it’s hard to believe they’ve only just met, and this is their very first kiss. He feels her beginning to pull away and his mind is screaming NO NO NO but he sees the look on her face. The blurry eyes that happens from lust. He glances around and sees the back of the stalker as he downs his drink and walks out of the doors. “I think you’re safe.” He says, his arms still around her waist. She sways slightly in them, rocking the two of them back and forth slowly and strokes the base of his neck softly. “He’s just walked out.” “Thank you. He was really getting to me.” “I know. The guys a creep.” “And it seems you’re my knight in shining armour. Or a knight in…your own brand.” She says leaning back and peering down at him. He smirks, his tongue running along the inside of his cheek as he chuckles embarrassed before biting his lip as he looks at her. “Well I guess there’s no need for me to introduce myself huh?” “You think I kiss random strangers a lot?” She raises her eyebrow, “and cheat on my boyfriend, the famous Jesse Lingard?” She grins. “My woman better not be doing anything like that.” “You’ll have to sort me out huh? Show you who I belong to.” She drops her voice slightly, her fingers still stroking over the skin of his neck and her eyes are on his lips. “That is a conversation for a very different time. Maybe…over a date one night? Maybe get a real kiss after?” “Don’t knock our fake kiss but I think I can do a date. It’s only fair right?” “Right.” With her number in his phone, she heads to the bar and he swaggers back to his friends who sit open mouthed, watching the whole thing. “What, was that?” “Your boy still got it.” He chuckles, as he wiggles his shoulders in a dance while they cheer him on, “Got myself a date, that’s what that was.” “Unbelievable. Lads night out he says, no distractions. Still manages to break his own rules.” “Gotta do what I’ve gotta do.” He replies, looking over at her as she balances a tray of drinks on her way back to the table. Some rules are meant to be broken.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Men's Football RPF Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jesse Lingard/Marcus Rashford Characters: Jesse Lingard, Marcus Rashford Additional Tags: Can also be read as friendship, just the two boys being cute, as usual, marcus is nervous, jesse is sleepy, Manchester United Summary: Marcus shows up unannounced and is acting weird, no news there. But what’s going on with him?

I just uploaded the small drabble from earlier this week onto AO3!

I would love you forever if you could leave kudos, or a comment, or both, or anything really. It means a LOT to me!!

Love,  💕✨

Ps. Thanks @doubleohbehave for reminding me I have an actual AO3 account that I should actually post stuff on hahah ily

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Upcoming requests:

So I’ve already posted the names of the players that I have upcoming, but I thought I’d break it down a little more for you so you could see what there is and hopefully get a lil bit excited. I’ll cross them off as I go :)

Please keep in mind that these are just the requests that I have and yeah there’s a lot of smut left because you’ve had most of the fluff posted already this year thanks to the way that you’ve voted. 

These do not include the rest of the smut masterlist on my other blog for the players or the kisses masterlist which features many, many other players. 

So when I say that my requests are not open, the below is exactly why....I still have all of these to write.

In (mostly) alphabetical order:

Antoine Griezmann:

Smut: with a cheerleader at a basketball game, 

Smut: her riding him, deep throating, teasing, slight daddy kink 

Smut: massage turns naughty

Smut:  giving her a birthday “present”

Smut:  jealous smut

Smut: wedding night sweet and fluffy. 

Smut: France have just won the WC, she’s a friend of their staff. He doesn’t speak English. She doesn’t speak French but oh does she understand what he wants....

Fluffy smut: When in Paris...

Fluff: An insecure Grizi becomes a jealous Grizi but he means well. 

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Eden Hazard: Smut: Teasing all night at a party. 

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Eric Dier: Smut. Thigh riding. 

Smut: Eric is tense after a match but she doesn’t want to get caught. 

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Federico Bernardeschi: Fluff: After a series of really bad dates (due to no fault of their own), she’s ready to call it quits but he isn’t ready to just yet. 

Fluff: His girl supports his old team.

Smut: It’s not often he gets possessive but they’ve really been watching you tonight and Fede doesn’t like it one bit. 

Fluff blurb: he’s blonde. She aint impressed. 

Smut: did someone say Fede/Winks threesome?

Smut: She’s teased him for faaaaaar too long and the drive home is giving him faaaaaar too many ideas of how to relieve his frustrations. 

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Harry Winks:

Fluff: They’ve hosted a party but she’s pretty tired. Harry scoops her up and takes her to bed, making sure she’s all tucked in. N’awww. 

Smut: They break up after a dumb ass argument but Harry realises how much he needs her. 

Fluff: She helps him with his recovery from his groin injury

Fluff: Harry protective over her while she’s pregnant? CHECK!

Smut: Harry’s just scored his first goal in forever and she wants to mark the occasion. 

Fluff: Harry’s girl is Brazillian and he’s not so good with learning languages

Fluff: Dele and the lads are teasing Harry for his PDA. 

Smut: Harry’s girl is teasing him during dinner. He’s trying his best to remain calm but when they get home? It’s game over. (incl toys)

Blurb: Harry being super cute  Smut: She wants to play with him but Harry is ignoring her on purpose. 

Fluff: Harry’s in Germany. He’s a tourist. You’re a tourist. You don’t know who he is and he thinks you’re a fan. What could possibly go wrong? written but not posted

Fluff: Harry distracting your daughter who is scared of thunderstorms. 

Smut: Harry’s had a really shit game and just needs a distraction. 

Fluff: after a meal with the first team and their partners, she’s feeling pretty insecure and Harry tries to change that. 

Fluff: Harry. Alcohol. His friends. Karaoke. This won’t end well. 

Fluff: Harry wants a bath but he also wants company. 

Fluff blurb/drabble: It’s the night before a big away game and more and more people are sneaking into this hotel room. 

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Jack Grealish:

Fluff: it’s his first fathers day.   

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James Maddison: 

Fluff: Oh he’s broody. Oh so broody. 

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Jesse Lingard:

Smut: oh he’s jealous. (warnings attached.)

Fluff: Jesse’s had a fight on the pitch and you really aren’t happy with him...no matter how good he looked in the kit. Written

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Joe Gomez:

Fluff: all the fluff. A simple day together, super sweet. Super innocent. 

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John Stones:

Fluffy smut: more fluff that smut. She doesn’t have much body confidence and shy. John is far from shy but helps bring her out of her shell. 

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Leon Goretzka: Smut: a lotta dirty talk, daddy kink. A lotta naughtiness. 

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Marco Asensio:

Smut: a lil public fondling but stop before being caught. 

Smut: She jokingly wears Pique’s jersey during El Clásico . Marco does not see the funny side to it. 

Fluff: Marco finds himself invited to a fairy teaparty. The dress code? Well...you’ll soon find out. 

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Marco Reus:

Smut: She’s being friendly and polite with another footballer (completely innocent) but word gets back to Marco that she’s flirting. He’s not usually the jealous type but tonight, he’s got something to prove. 

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Patrick Cutrone:

Fluff: Can you hear wedding bells? (hints at smut)

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Paulo Dybala:

Smutty blurb: thigh riding. 

Fluff: Paulo? Married? With kids? Coming right up. 

Smut: Paulo is benched. A lot. He has to get rid of his frustrations some how huh?

Fluff: Paulo has a secret girlfriend. Manzukic has a younger sister. When one of the guys makes a joke about her, Paulo is a little too defensive and reveals more than he should. 

Smut: Paulo’s bored on a flight and his girlfriend gets an idea. 

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Rafinha:

Fluff: Rafa’s girlfriend consoles him after a big defeat. 

Fluff: Rafa’s girl learning Portuguese. 

Fluff: They’re struggling to conceive but she’s optimistic. 

Smut: He’s finally cleared from his injury and he doesn’t have to be as careful anymore....

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Roman:

Smut: Unfaithful prequel.  Written but not posted

Smut: Roman doesn’t want her going out to the party in that dress. Other men are very happy she wore that dress. Jealous but insecure smut.  Written but not posted

Smut: Alphabet series. 

Smut: Roman’s girl is pretty shy when it comes to sex. She thinks her moans are a turn off. Roman couldn’t disagree more. 

Smut: Roman’s girl has taken up a new hobby and he’s never been so jealous of a pole before. 

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Saul Niguez:  written. 

Fluff: She’s graduating but he has a game. 

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Ruben Loftus-Cheek:

Smut: it’s not that he’s big but...well, you’re almost certain he aint going to fit. 

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Sergio Ramos:

Smut: she wants it a little rougher. He gives it a little rougher. (lots of warnings. Probably will be posted on this blog instead.)

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Trent Alexander-Arnold:

Smut: Usually, you love it when Trent teases you when you can’t do anything about it but tonight, it’s just too much. 

Fluff: he just really missed you while he was away. 

Smut: just friends but one kiss leads to a lot of kissing and one false move on his lap makes it so you can’t turn back. 

Fluff: (super late) but he’s enjoying the CL winners parade and he just wants to share this moment with you

Smut: She’s made up her mind and Trent is about to take her V-card. 

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Virgil:

Smut: you’ve been together a while. You’re on the pill and he really doesn’t want to use protection tonight. 

Smut: AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES. 

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Got this far? What are you looking forward to reading?