#soccer fanfiction

[footballfanficwriter]

Spill the tea

Summary:where Jude is invested in girl drama

"Hello?"

"Hey girl, I've got hot tea for you"

"Yeah, spill it I'm listening"

I'm on a call with Ashley my Best friend who tells me everything, well we tell eachother everything, Ashley and I have been friends for the longest time, we grew up together and she was always there for me way before I even met Jude

"Ok so I just found out that Hannah is pregnant"

"What?"

"But the plot thickens, remember the boyfriend she said she was dating?"

"Yeah?"

"Well turns out he's not the father"

"If it's not him then whose the father?"

Jude walks into the house from  training and he waves at me, I wave back at him

"It turns out that Hannah was having an Affair" Ashley says

"An Affair with who"

I see Jude turn his head towards me like my sentence has just peaked his interest and he walks to where I'm sat in the sofa and sits next to me watching me with interest

"The Gardner"

"The Gardner?"

Jude grabs my phone from my ear and puts the phone on speaker

"Whose having an affair with the Gardner?" He asks

"Hey Jude"

"Hey Ash, how are you?"

"I'm good, how are you"

"I'm good,so whose having an Affair with the Gardner"

"Hannah"

"But wasn't she with that other boyfriend of hers that she was bragging about?" Jude asks

"Yeah she was, I guess she was cheating on him"

"But, he was such a good guy"

"I know right"

"But there's more tea to be spilled"

"What Is it"

"Alice"

"I swear there's always something happening in Alice's life" I say

"Alice decided that it was a good idea to get surgery, and because she didn't have the budget for it, she went to a makeshift surgeon, and it did not come out proper, it just looks weird honestly"

"Do you have a picture?"  I ask

"Yeah, hang on I'll send it just now"

Ash sends the picture and Jude and I look at it weirdly

"What has she done" he asks

"I'm speechless"

"I don't know whether to laugh or to cry" Jude says

"Why are her lips like that"

"Who ever did this to her needs to be arrested" Jude says

"Where is she now?" I ask

"At her house, she hasn't left eversince"

"Maybe we should check on her you know, see if she's doing fine" I say

"Yeah we should, we'll do it later"

"I'll make her something to try and make her feel better"

"Oh I just got am update on Hannah's situation"

"Turns out the Gardner is actually dating Haley, and he proposed to her"

"He proposed?" Jude asked

"So how are they going to work it out are they going to be one big polygamy Family"

"Even if the do that how is he going to afford to have a baby and have a wedding, knowing Haley she's definitely going to want a big extravagant wedding and she doesn't like sharing, so how is she going to share a husband with someone else?"

"What I don't get is how you're going to cheat on a person, then propose to the same person you cheated on, like do you know how much of a negative impact you have on a person"

"But Hannah is also in the wrong, she cheated on her boyfriend and went for Haley's then boyfriend and got pregnant by him, like that messed up, on top of that they are bestfriends" Jude says

"Ash you know I love you, but i could never be a sister wife with you, with anyone for a matter of fact"

"Don't worry, you're into footballers and I'm into NBA Stars totally different sport"

"Oh I forgot to tell you that Julia is moving" I say

"Julia is moving" They both ask

"Yeah she's moving back to France"

"Why?

"Something about being caught with the boss"

"She was caught with the boss"

"Well they weren't really keeping their affair a secret, they held hands in the office and they'd flirt in front of people, it was just a matter of time"

"But the boss?"

"Yup"

"Isn't she Lesbian?" Jude asks

"She's Lesbian?" I ask

"Isn't she in a relationship?" Ash asks

"She's in a relationship?" Jude and I ask at the same time

"That's crazy you know"

"It's insane actually"

"But hey you know what these aren't our lives and who are we to judge and Comment on other people's lives"

"True"

"So we'll meet in 2 hours to go and check on Alice?"

"Yeah, see you then"

I hang the phone up and look at Jude

"Let me go get ready I wanna see her myself"

"Jude when we get there please try to compose yourself until we get back home"

"Until we get back home?, I'll compose myself until we get into the car and drive off"

"Fine but if you can't keep your side if the bargain, I'll be very upset"

"Ok fine"

2 hours later

There's a knock

I walk to the door to reveal Ash

"Hey babe"

"Hey, you ready to go ?"

"Yup, just waiting for Jude"

"Ok, so what did you make Alice"

"Soup, cause you know I figured that she wouldn't be able to eat a lot of things that are solid"

"Yeah"

Jude walks down the stairs and greets Ash

Ash decides to ride in her own car on our way to Alice's house

When we arrive there I knock on the door and after a few seconds later the door opens revealing Alice

I turn to Jude and watch his eyes grow bigger, I then turn back to Alice

"Hey Alice we heard you weren't feeling well, so we thought we might check on you see how you're doing"

"Yeah, we heard what happened" Ash says

"Come in please"

"So how have you been" Jude asks

"Is it bad like really bad can you see I got my face done"

"No, it's not that bad, your lips just look more plumb" I say

I hear Jude clear his throat next to him

"I just can't stop looking in the mirror" she says crying

"Oh sweetie don't so that to yourself, I'm sure it will get better, don't bring yourself down like that" Ashley says

"Yeah Ashley is right I didn't even notice it until you brought it up" Jude says

"Really?"

"Yeah, he's right c'mon you must be hungry Y/n made soup for you I'll plate it up for you" Ash says taking the big bowl of soup from my hands and leading Alice to the Kitchen

"What are you doing" I ask him

"What, I thought we were telling her lies to make her feel better" he says

"Jude stop ok"

"But I haven't laughed ever since we got here, though it may be difficult not to I still haven't"

"Fine just stop with the side expressions and stuff"

"Oh c'mon you're going to stand there and pretend that all of this is not funny"

"Unlike you I know how to compose myself and keep my laughter in, and plus we're in her house how rude would it be if we just came in and laughed at her face"

He smiles a little almost like he's trying not to laugh

I sigh

"I give up on you"

We stay with Alice for 3 more hours until we announce that we have to go but Ash opts to stay with Alice until she's better and we promise to occasionally visit

As soon as we enter the car He laughs his ass off

"Let's not even talk about the lips did you see the eyebrows, she can't even lift her eyebrows"

"Wait until we get home"

"I'm not waiting until we get home I'm talking now"

"Jude"

"C'mon, it's not like she can hear me"

"Fine"

"Did you see the nose, it's like this" he says laughing and making the shape of her nose in the air

As much as I don't want to laugh at Alice Jude is not making it any easier not to so I just chuckle

"Her lips are like this, babe look" he says making his lips plump by squishing them together using his hands

I laugh at his comment and the rest if the way Jude and I are talking about Alice and all the things that could have forced her to do this to herself

The rest of the day is spent hanging out and Jude and i making dinner for ourselves then watching a movie then bed

As I'm changing into my Pajamas Jude speaks up

"Babe?"

"Yeah?"

"On a serious note though, l love you just the way you are"

I raise my eyebrow wondering where all of this came from

"Ok, why are you being weird"

"I'm not I'm just saying if you ever decide to get plastic surgery or a face lift, whatever it is, Just know that I love your body just the way it is and I don't want you to be pressured or feel like it's your obligation to make yourself look younger or have more curves or to look a certain way when you're with me"

"Aww, Jude Babe thank you so much, and to make you feel better and to put you at ease, I wasn't even thinking about getting anything on my body done so, you have nothing to worry about, in fact Alice's case just pushed me futher away from the idea"

He breathes a sigh of relief and walks over to me towers over me where he kisses my forehead

"I love you and your body"

"I love you too"

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neymar insta au ???? maaaybe ex bf ney still obsessed

A/N: i love u for this anon. I'm sorry but i kind of turned the reader into a tennis fan, so i hope you don't mind! i also did not know where to end this one lol.

Neymar Jr. x reader

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yourusername: 'mom, i am a rich man.'

caradelevingne: a serve

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fanaccoun1: Y/N's really showing Neymar what he's missing.

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fanaccount2: not y/n posting this the day after brazil got disqualified 😭

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fifagossip: It's been 112 days since Neymar Jr. and y/n y/l/n broke up, yet some of our sources have spotted the football player still wearing jewelry she gave him. Does this mean something? Is the star forward missing the one goal he just couldn't score? Link to the article in bio.

fanaccount4: neymar 😭😭 it's over man

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user619: He probably likes the necklace. So what.

fanaccount5: so what? if you went through as publicized of a breakup as they just did, i would think you wouldn't wear that necklace unless you want people to think you're obsessed

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fanaccount9: y/n really said ight im gonna head out after neymar came to monte carlo

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[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

ooohhh glad you're back to write new fics! how about something angsty with kylian mbappé where he loses his fiancé due to him "needing space" over a petty issue and only for him to regret and try to win her heart back

Space • kylian mbappé

Warning: none

Pairing: kylian mbappé x f reader

I'll make a master list when I make more fics

Don't repost my work anywhere or I'll send an evil entity after you

Reblogs and feedback welcome

Request are open but I'm writing slowly

Kylian didn’t know what he was thinking when he told you he needed space. It was now one of the worse mistakes he’s ever made in his life. With you he was the bright bubbly kylian everyone knew and love but without you he was dull and lacked the stamina he used to have. It was like you were the antidote to his life and without you he was nothing.

It all started when kylian got home from a game. PSG lost and he was deeply pissed about it. he could have done so many things differently during the match. When he got home you were there to greet him like you always do when he comes home from a game.

“hi,” you say to him with a soft smile on your lips. Kylian ignored you, walked around you and up the stairs to the bedroom. You were shocked by his actions. You knew he lost the game but he’s never reacted like this before over a lost. Not even when he lost the world cup.

You made your way to the bedroom closet where kylian was. “you wanna tell me what’s wrong?”

You looked at him waiting for him to answer. Kylian said nothing as he rummaged through the racks of clothes. You huffed, rolling your eyes at his silent treatment.

“I know you lost your game but it’s not my fault. Don’t give me the silent treatment over your own doing.”

Kylian said nothing, continuing to ignore you. You gave up trying to gain his attention and walked out of the room back downstairs.

A good 30 minutes went by before kylian came downstairs. He had changed into some sweats and a white tee. He said nothing to you as he sat down on the couch and pulled his phone out. You started to grow angry with him.

“Kylian please talk to me.” You walked out of the kitchen to him, desperate to get him to talk.

“I don’t want to talk.” He finally said to you. “why not say that instead of just ignoring me?” you asked with a frustrated tone.

“ you’re always in my face when I walk in I don’t need that ok!”

“well excuse me for wanting to comfort you after a game lost!” You scuffed getting up from the couch to return to the kitchen. You had enough of him. You were ready to ignore him yourself.

“We need a break.”

You stopped in your tracks at kylian words. “what?”

“I said we need a break.” Kylian continued. “I can’t keep doing this with you. You’re constantly nagging me and I don’t like it. We need a break. I don’t know what we are going to do after but we need space.”

Kylian looked up at you. You searched his face hoping to find a hint of sarcasm or something, but no. He was serious as can be.

You swallowed the walnut that formed in your throat. “Ok. Fine if that’s what you want then we’ll do that.”

You walked out of the living room to grab your things. While you were packing your clothes. You let a few tears slip from your eyes. You had a feeling you both were over and it made you sick to the stomach.

You returned back down stairs with your bag on your back. Kylian was sitting on the couch. His nose deep in his phone.

“Ok I’m leaving.”

Kylian looked up at you. He looked at your face seeing your red eyes and tear stained cheek. He knew you were crying, but his stubbornness made him not care.

You turned around ready to leave, but stopped.

“Here.”

You pulled the ring off your finger and threw it to him. The ring kylian gave you 3 months ago. It meant so much to you then, but now it meant nothing to you.

You walked out of the apartment leaving kylian alone. He picked up the ring you threw at him and looked at it. Was this really over? Kylian really fucked up and he knew it.

-

Since I'm mean I'll leave you hanging. Maybe I'll write a part two hehe

[moonystoes]

Gift for you

Elisa De Almeida x reader

A/n: this is my first ever writing, so feedback and criticism is needed!! Thank you for everyone who kept pushing me to do this (@yunjinloser and @oceangalore), I wrote this in 50 minutes in class so if there are any grammatical/spelling mistakes pleaseee tell me because it will haunt me forever...also this is basically nothing so sorry if you're disappointed lmfao I'm just practicing my writing, it is one of my 2024 goals 🫶💞

Wc: 506

“Babe? Are you here?” You called from the doorway of her apartment, hands heavy from the gifts you bought for her. The big bouquet of cream-white flowers was covering your face as you slowly walked around her house to the living room where she lays all the time after training.

You knew she was stressed out about the next champions league match and disappointed at her mistake in the previous match where she accidentally made a poor pass that ended in a 1-1 tie. So you wanted to give her something to make her feel better, since talking to her obviously didn't work.

When you walked into the living room, you saw she was scrolling on her phone while laying on her L-couch. When she looked up, her jaw dropped. “what! Is this for me?” She turns off the phone and throws it away from her to the other couch. She hurried to your side, grabbing what's in your hands.

“Yeah, you've been really tough on yourself and I know you deserve a little gift,” your now free hand softly caresses her back, her gaping face was adorable, making you wish you had filmed this. She rushes through the gifts; the football boots (you made sure they were Nike), the macaroons, and lastly, she takes the big bouquet and stares at it with watery eyes. “They're not real, I thought fake ones would last forever but real ones die after a week…” You quickly stammered, worried if she will get offended.

But her soft glance at you calmed you down. “It's perfect, I can put it right there near the TV without worrying about it turning brown,” She grabs the bouquet and rests it under the TV, the white color fits in with the rest of her furniture. “lay down on the couch please.” Her soft voice, her hands trying to perfect the position of the flowers. You immediately laid on the couch, slightly confused on why she would say that right now.

After a few seconds of her frustratingly moving the flowers, she stood up and smiled brightly at you, she crawled over you and slowly pressed her body on yours. She leaned over and softly pecked your lips, then resting her head on your chest.

You wrapped your arms over her shoulders and hair, brushing her hair away from her forehead and softly kissed her scalp. She raised her face and quickly asked, “can you sleep here? I will drive you to your apartment in the morning for your work.” She glanced at you with hopeful eyes, trying to make a ‘baby face’ to convince you.

You rolled your eyes, feeling defeated. “Okay, I'll stay but don't get frustrated when I wake you up at 6.” She quickly sits up and kisses you. She rests her head on your chest again, her arms tightening around your waist. You smiled at her clinginess when your eyes trail over her pink blushed cheeks, thanking God or whoever it may be for sending you the prettiest gift ever.

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Hey angel! I’ve loved all the Sergio fics you’ve written! Can I request reader being younger than him and dating him but she’s never been with anyone in bed so she has her first time with him please? And he’s very sweet and patience and he never forces himself on her please? Thank you 🙏

𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 | 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨 𝐑𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐬 [ 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖, Minors DNI ]

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Sergio Ramos x Female Reader

Word Count : 2.3k

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: This took me so long because I have never wrote NSFW before, but ya knowwww first time for everything right? ANYWAYSSS I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ REQUESTS ARE OPEN, currently covered in college work so as of now uploads will mainly be on weekends. Thank you for your patience c’: ♥

You are head over heels in love with Sergio Ramos, a man who makes your heart skip a beat every time you see him. You love the way he laughs, the way he talks, and the way he looks at you with those warm, affectionate eyes. Every moment spent with Sergio feels like a blessing, whether you're going out on a date or simply spending time together at home. You feel like you can be your true self around him, and he accepts you unconditionally for who you are. When you're apart, you find yourself daydreaming about Sergio, thinking about all the wonderful moments you've shared and all the exciting adventures you have yet to experience together. You can't wait to see him again, to hold him close, to feel his warm embrace. Despite the media's constant attempts to portray you as being with him solely for financial gain due to your 3-year age difference, it is obvious that you are madly in love with him.

You walk into your home to the delightful aroma of delicious food cooking in the kitchen, and as you approach, you see Sergio donning a chef's hat and apron, fully engrossed in the art of cooking. You laugh as you ask, "What's cookin' good lookin'?" while admiring his chef attire and thinking how adorable he looks. You informed Sergio before you left earlier that you didn't want to go anywhere for your anniversary because you simply wanted to spend time with him and him only. Despite your current fame as a model, your upbringing in poverty left you with the belief that you shouldn't spend a lot of money on pricier items. Sergio believed that by preparing a meal for you, he might add some personal touches to the evening as he is aware that you don't like to flaunt your riches or eat at upscale establishments. With a big smile on his face, Sergio greets you with a warm hug and kiss, then turns your attention to the kitchen table, where he has set up a beautifully decorated table with candles, flowers, and your favorite music playing in the background. As it was a beautiful day outdoors when you were shopping, you are wearing a yellow sundress and white sandals to show off your newly painted toes. You smile and lean forward to take in the fragrance of the flowers, " Cariño, no tenías que hacer todo esto (Honey, you didn't have to do all of this)," you say. "I have to, of course. Las princesas siempre deben ser tratadas como tal. ( Princesses should always be treated like one.)"  Your smile is still present as you shake your head. He has always been a gentleman towards you.

“You didn't find anything you liked?,” He questions seeing you don't have any shopping bags as he places a plate of  delicious tomato and basil bruschetta, drizzled with olive oil and balsamic vinegar in front of you.  “No, I didn't find much… Thank you baby,” you respond as you pick up the piece of bread, biting into it. As you savor the flavors of the freshy tomatoes, Sergio tells you how much he loves you and how grateful he is to have you in his life. "Cariño, solo quiero que sepas cuánto te amo y te adoro. Nunca me hubiera imaginado hace dos años que estaría con un ángel como tú. (Baby, I just want you to know how much I love and adore you. I would have never imagined two years ago I would be with an angel like you.) You are the most important person in my life, and I cannot imagine my world without you. Cada momento que pasamos juntos es un tesoro que atesoro con todo mi corazón. (Every moment we spend together is a treasure that I cherish with all my heart.)" Hearing his sincere remarks, you pout your bottom lip as his love and affection fill your heart. “Te amo y te adoro tanto, mi amor. (I love and adore you just as much, my love.) Thank you for being there for me and for showing me your unending affection.”

After you finish eating your "appetizer," Sergio takes the plate from you and puts it in the sink. A few minutes later he brings out a succulent roasted chicken, perfectly seasoned and cooked to perfection. He serves it alongside a colorful medley of roasted vegetables, including carrots, zucchini, bell peppers, and rice. He knows chicken and rice is your favorite and you dislike eating items that are too heavy on your stomach, so he thought he could cook it with a bit more of his personal touch. Given that you are often the one cooking and that if not you, he hires a chef, you are taken aback when you see the plate in front of you. He removes the chef's hat and coat he is wearing, hangs them up in the kitchen, and then sits across from you. “Let's eat shall we?,” he says and you eagerly nod. Throughout the dinner, Sergio keeps you entertained with his charming personality and witty jokes, making sure you feel loved and cherished. Overall, the evening is a perfect celebration of your love for each other, and you couldn't have asked for a better partner than Sergio Ramos.

The two of you went into the living room after supper to watch a movie and drink wine. The wine bottle is empty by the time the movie is an hour into it, and the two of you are making out. 

Moaning against his lips, you are straddling his waist and exchanging saliva. He presses you into him by placing his hands on your ass and starting to rock you back and forth. Although dressed in jeans, he has a noticeable bulge. You start to experience intense arousal, and you decide that this is the night you want him to take your virginity. Two years have passed since you two started dating, and those two years have been full of love, charm, and happiness. Just as you wanted to see all of him, you also wanted him to see all of you.  Sergio never makes you do anything you didn't want to do; he always asks you first before moving forward. The way you are leading the kiss and pressing against him a little more firmly than usual has given him the impression that you might go farther this time. Normally, after you two make out, he goes into the bathroom to satisfy himself with his hand.

"Want take this to the room?" you ask as you gently pry yourself away from him. He pants as well, asking, "Are you sure?," because he knows you already know what that will result in. You nod while biting your lower lip. As he pulls you up, he presses his lips once more against yours and gives you a tender kiss. You wrap your legs around his waist as he proceeds towards the bedroom. He kicks open the bedroom door, groaning into your lips as he lays you on the bed. When your dress rises, he crawls on top of you, lovingly kissing your neck before laying his hand on your exposed thigh. He rubs your thigh and asks, "May I?," edging ever-closer to your panties. Your panties are soaked just from him stroking your thigh and the earlier things he did. You bite your lower lip while nodding. "Words my love," he raises his head and begins to nip at your earlobe. After your makeout session, you still can't catch your breath as you pant out, appearing to be out of breath, "Yes, my love." He presses his lips once more on yours while massaging your clit with his hands as he glides over your underwear. Your gasp from the unknown wonderful sensation allows him to slip his tongue inside your mouth. You thrust your hips upward to exert greater pressure on his hand, which makes him sneer in defiance of your demands. He bites your bottom lip, pulls back a little, and mumbles against your lips,   “Princess is so eager, huh?,” before releasing go. He stops touching your panties, gets out of bed, and starts to unbuckle his belt and take off his shirt. He needed his boner to be released because it was throbbing and felt trapped against his pants. He unzips his pants and lets them fall to the ground as he flings his belt to the ground. You start to fear you can't handle him as you open your eyes slightly in response to how huge his bulge was, but the tingling sensation between your thighs told you otherwise. As you spread your legs wider to allow him to fit between you, he leans back on top of you and presses his lips hungrily back against yours. Only the thin cotton of your damp underwear and his boxers were in between the two of you, so you can feel his boner more intensely. He moves your panties to the side and runs his finger over the wet slit before inserting one of his fingers. As your legs tighten up against him, you gasp at the sensation. He gently pulls his lips away from yours as he enjoys the sound of your small moans against his ear. He keeps moving slowly until he thinks he can add another finger. When he finally does, you whimper in pleasure. You had touched yourself before, so you are not entirely naïve, but his fingers felt very different from yours. You start to press your hips against his fingers in an effort to get him to move more quickly, but he resists. Instead, he reclines and asks, "Are you sure you want to do this? " while gazing down at your face. With love in his eyes, he continues, "If you're not sure, it's okay, darling. 

You nod your head, determined that this is what you want, “I want it. I want you.” Sergio has always made you feel comfortable throughout the entire relationship and by him reassuring you that it is okay if you do not want it only made you want him even more. You love this boy with your entire heart. He kisses your forehead, nodding his head as he begins to kiss and suck on your neck, more than likely creating hickies, as he begins to slip off his boxers. Once his boxers are off, he begins to slip your panties down as well until they are completely off. Once they are off, he rubs his tip against your slit to lube it up with your wetness. He kisses you on your lips, “Tell me if it is too much, Okay?” He says, causing you to nod your head. He begins to slowly push his tip inside, the feeling being uncomfortable for you as it was a weird sensation. Meanwhile, Sergio is trying not to cum already from the tightness of your pussy wrapped around his tip. He groans against your ear, causing you to feel turned on even more. He begins to slowly thrust his tip in you back and forth until your pussy welcomes him more and more. Your legs begin to clench against him, you pant softly as you tremble underneath him. Maybe because you are a secret masochist, but the slight painful but pleasurable feeling made you feel so good.  “I love you so much, you know that?,” He whispers against your ear as he continues to go deeper inside of you. By now, your mind begins to feel cloudy as you are only focussing on the feeling of him entering inside of you. He makes sure to go slow, until now, he is about 2 inches inside of you. He feels himself not being able to fully go inside as your hymen was restricting him. “Princess this may hurt a little bit, but I promise itll feel okay after?,” he says as he kisses your forehead. You nod your head biting your bottom lip softly as he wraps one around your neck forcing your head to press against his chest. He thrust harder inside of you, causing your hymen to break, and allow him to get half way inside. You wince harshly as you grip his sides, a shaky breath escapes your lips. Sergio is using all of his internal strength to not bust inside of you as you squeezed him tightly. As he lets go of you so your head can lay back on the bed, he begins to whisper sweet nothings into your ear and remain still so you could get used to his size before he continues on. A few minutes pass and you begin to move yourself up and down, hinting you wanted him to continue on. He gets the memo and continues on, thrusting inside of you slowly until he is fully inside of you.

As the minutes pass, you become more at ease with him inside of you, and the pleasure outweighs the discomfort, and you are able to adjust yourself. Your dress hem is now up to your belly button as you throw your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. This allows him to push deeper into you, which makes him groan, "Damn Y/N you feel so amazing." You moan next to him and enjoy how his long, firm cock stuffed you.

The rest of the night followed by the both of you not just having sex, but making love. 

Sergio has always been deeply in love with you. He is completely smitten by you and can't imagine his life without you. And of course, you  feel the same way about him as you two have a strong and loving relationship. Sergio feels incredibly lucky to have been blessed with you in this lifetime, the one who loves him equally as much as he loves you. He is grateful for the love and joy that his girlfriend brings to his life, and he looks forward to a future filled with happiness and love.

[inejschumacher]

Day 12 of Via’s Taycember

pairing: trent alexander-arnold x reader

wc: 1k

cw: verbal abuse, anger, depression, guilt

an: listen ik this would’ve been better suited for last year but wtv

The boos from the crowd filled Trent’s head on the field when he let yet another winger get past his futile defence. They filled his head as he walked off the field in shame, not daring to look up, ignoring the outstretched hands and the mouths hurling insults at him. They filled his head as he quickly changed in the locker, then hid himself in a corner as Klopp went over their game, disappointment heavy in his voice. And when his eyes found Trent cowering in his corner, they filled with pity.

I've been having a hard time adjusting, I had the shiniest wheels, now they're rusting. I didn't know if you'd care if I came back, I have a lot of regrets about that

Trent had been having a hard time adjusting to the changes in the team, his more common position as a defender rather than a midfielder. He’d shone so brightly in that position, making the right tackles, intercepting the ball on vital plays, getting it to the right-wingers and forwards, really proving to everyone that he knew what he was doing. He was a vital part of this team and kept it winning.

But now it seemed as if he was rusting, that shine long gone. He felt as if he was getting worse every game, letting more and more opposing players successfully attack his team, getting the ball past him and scoring those vital goals. He didn’t know who to turn to, talk about his feelings and try to help himself from within, especially with you. He had no idea if you’d even care if he came home after his wretched games, his never-ending training sessions. But it was you. You would never judge him or turn him away. He should've come home that first day, a deep regret filling his wounded soul even more.

Pulled the car off the road to the lookout, could've followed my fears all the way down and maybe I don't quite know what to say but I'm here in your doorway

He pulled the car to the side of the road, trying to calm himself down. His hands were shaking very violently, his breaths were short and useless, and his vision became blurred to the point of near blindness. He felt consumed by his fears, trying so desperately hard not to follow them all the way down that deepening chasm inside of him and drown himself in whatever lay at the bottom.

Somehow, he made it to your house, not able to remember the drive back or even restarting the car from that spot off the road, but there he stood in your doorway, so out of place in the welcoming entrance with his fidgeting self. He didn't know what to say to you when you opened the door, no sound able to escape his lips, but he’d still made it to you.

I just wanted you to know, that this is me trying

You didn’t need him to say anything; you understood perfectly what he needed. You pulled him in close, wrapping his arms around you as you rubbed his back and head, and you felt him sob into your shoulder.

They told me all of my cages were mental, so I got wasted like all my potential, and my words shoot to kill when I'm mad, I have a lot of regrets about that

All Trent ever heard, from the so-called fans, from the whispers of his teammate’s families, was that this was just something in his mind, made-up and easy to overcome. Because he’d made up the idea that he was struggling mentally himself, an easy fix he should’ve done ages ago after the first game as a failure. It only served to make everything worse, as he lost even more focus, on the ball, on the other players, on his own team, who now looked at him with a mixture of disgust and disappointment. Perhaps the occasional pitiful smile, but even then, what was the point?

It all came to a head when he finally lost control of his growing anger and yelled at a particularly cruel fan who kept berating him, voice loud and clear from the sand no matter where he was. It had taken several of his teammates and the referee to pull him away from the shocked fan, who only stared at Trent as he was dragged away to the locker room to isolate himself from the crowd and cameras and let him dispel his anger and guilt in private.

When Klopp came back in to check on him, he’d not expected to see a sobbing Trent on the floor, leaning against the lockers, with tears streaming down as the regret of losing control of his anger and being a horrific defender and losing Liverpool their games came out in a wave of emotions.

I was so ahead of the curve, the curve became a sphere. Fell behind all my classmates, and I ended up here pouring out my heart to a stranger but I didn't pour the whiskey

He thought back to when he’d shone in the academy and captained the junior-level team to glorious victory over and over again. They’d thought he’d shine brightly on the senior team, which he’d done in the Champions League finals at such a young age.

But now, it seemed he’d chase that success so far it just turned right back around to the beginning, where he’d struggled to even kick a ball. Where before he’d excelled better than his fellow teammates in the Academy and junior teams, now he was sitting at a desolate bar, spilling out his troubles to the stranger sitting next to him over an empty glass, devoid of the whiskey he’d planned on pouring to soften their minds a little.

And it's hard to be at a party when I feel like an open wound. It's hard to be anywhere these days when all I want is you. You're a flashback in a film reel on the one screen in my town

An afterparty, celebrating a winning game hard-fought by everyone on the team, Trent included. For once, his defending wasn’t too bad, enough to stop the attacking opposition, enough to get help from his own teammates. They might’ve won by a singular goal, a beauty of a shot by Mohamed Salah, but a win was a win, so welcoming after such a difficult season fighting for points in the mid-table.

But even then, Trent felt that chasm in him stay like an open wound, so, so deep, blackening his heartbroken soul. He could only think about you, your warm hold, but he didn’t know when he would ever be able to be embraced by you like that again. It seemed like the only time he ever saw you was a film screen as a flashback, so loving but trapped behind a cage of a screen, never able to break through. Or perhaps it was he who was trapped.

Somehow, he finally fell into your embrace once more, he spoke the words he needed to get out, to tell you without any room for thought otherwise.

And I just wanted you to know that this is me trying. At least I'm trying

[sydluvsky]

kylian mbappé x shy!fem reader hc

(mentions of sex, abuse, body image issues)

- kylian is a fairly extroverted and outgoing person so him with a shy and more reserved reader would be the perfect pair. like yin and yang, sun and moon, ect.

- he would for sure be very protective assuming that the shy reader doesn’t want to be in the public eye. whenever the media comes up to her to ask her questions or take pictures of her kylian randomly out of nowhere appears and shields her from the media.

- i feel like he would love it if she’s the type of shy where she’s quiet around everyone else but super talkative when she’s just with him. his ego loves that he’s probably one of the only people she trusts to be comfortable with.

- if the shy reader has low-self esteem, has gone through traumatic experiences such as any form of abuse he would make it his priority to find out her triggers and try his best to shield her from all of that. he always reassures her how brave and strong she really is. like seriously such a protective guy.

- he’s the older brother in his family and has a capricorn moon too so he generally has a more fatherly, provider role in relationships.

- would give the best advice. not even a hc it’s facts. this guy reads in his spare time and people always make note of how smart he is which would only lead me to assume that he’s someone to go to for advice.

- nicknames such as; “my love/ mon amour”, “darling/chérie”, “baby/ bébé”. anything that reminds the reader how cute she is.

- okay so kylian is a very adorable guy…i mean:

but i think he would prefer it if he’s more so the “sexy/hot” one and she’s the “cute/adorable” kind. but if he’s being a tease he would for sure try and do something cute like randomly start kissing her in a borderline annoying way till’ she finally gives him attention.

- okay date nights are either super, super, super lowkey, like just at home (home in question is a mansion) , ordering pizza and netflix and chilling 🌚. or it’s like he’s flying you out to this super luxurious restaurant and you guy’s are staying the night. he would obviously ask her what she prefers of the two because her comfort matters above all else and then decides.

- i also imagine reader going out and buying a lot outfits and kylian wanting her to do a mini fashion show for him. he would give his honest opinions but to her it sounds like he’s just saying stuff to make her feel better but it’s true! he find her to be perfect in everything. if reader has any body issues you best believe during sex he’s gonna focus on that part and remind her that it’s beautiful.

kind of like that one arabic quote : “if i ever saw a flaw of yours, i’d say my eyes are the flawed ones.”

- before games he would go up to her and ask her for suggestions for the celebrations he could possibly do. fans often tease him about how down bad he is for her, like his eyes sparkle, he blushes when he speaks about her ect.

- also i feel like his teammates for sure know that the reader is like his soft spot so they tease him about how down bad he is for her.

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i may do a part 2 if more stuff comes to mind.

thank you so much for reading!

[kawaikylian]

ney coming home from a match all sad and you comfort him

I love people who request fluff 😍

IF YOU LIE DOWN WITH ME•njr

Neymar is broken after the loss of his team

(Davi is around 4-5 years old, reader is the mother)

The moment Brazil was disqualified you stopped to think about how Neymar must feel, his life is you but so is football, loosing is heartbreaking for Neymar.You watched the screen, a close up of Neymar’s teary eyes almost making you cry as well.

He walks into the tunnel waving at everyone, he feels like shit regardless he wants you you couldn’t go now, you had to take Davi with your mother in law, Davi was crying as well and you had to calm him down but thought Nadine would be much helpful, “thank you nadine your so helpful” you said smiling, she’s holding Davi and wiping his teary eyes “where’s Neymar?” I ask, she smiles and points.

Neymar is walking down the tunnel and your eyes glimmer, you immediately run up to him wrapping your arms around his waist pulling him into a embrace, its a strong hug and you don’t pull away for a few seconds, you whisper in his ear “você é meu campeão” I say kissing his neck.(you are my champion)

I can feel him smile and then wrap his arms around my waist hugging me tighter, I pull my head up from his neck and take a glance at him “let’s go home baby and relax, you did everything you could” he tears up a little more “no” he says but you cut him off “no! Baby you did amazing! You tried your best, and to me you are my champion,you did amazing I want you to know that baby” by this time I’m holding his face to mine pulling him into a kiss.

At home

I’m kissing tears off his face and whispering sweet nothings into his ears reminding him he’s amazing and special, he’s ignorant at first but it makes sense he’s sad and broken, but to him my presence is soothing.

The doorbell rings and it’s nadine dropping off Davi, she talks for a little bit but leaves to run errands, “papas! What did you do over grandmas house!” I say picking up Davi cuddling him in my arms “we got ice cream!” He says “I can tell! You have chocolate marks on your face” he giggles, “pai!” He says and I hand him to Neymar.

An hour passes, Neymar, davi, and me are all layed on a bed watching a Disney movie, davi’s fallen asleep and I turn to Neymar “davi fell asleep” we both look at davi smiling seeing the awkward position he was in hugging the giant stitch pillow, I turn to caress Neymar’s face “baby I love you, I just want you to know you did amazing” he hums as a I speak and his breathing pace slows.

I grab Davi and he’s still sound asleep, I place him in the middle of me and Neymar, we both cuddle him until we ourselves are asleep, never finishing the Disney movie.

(Davi cried because he’s just like his dad).

[chaneajoyyy]

RUBEN LOFTUS-CHEEK FANFICTION

" how do you like your breakfast?", getting back together, a trip to the zoo mini series, back on the pitch, messy house, first hospital trip, you are the biggest child, bonjour, creating life, cramps, "don't you see i'm trying?", that important call series (!sisterreader), christmas day baby, snow igloo, mrs. loftus cheek, doctor, pregnant, baby shower, flutter, first date, first steps, late night picnic, spurs supporter, i miss you- (search: ruben loftus cheek, ruben loftus cheek imagine, ruben loftus cheek masterlist)- @footballerimaginess

one night stand (search: ruben loftus-cheek)- @lxndonorris

"my friend, my one true love a ruben loftus cheek imagine..." (search: ruben loftus cheek)- @mavericksicybabe

baby steps, "the early bird gets the worm" (sequel to "baby steps), i onnly have eyes for you (search ruben loftus cheek imagine)- @errythinisblue

issues, how cuddling goes with ruben, better version series, ruben watches his girl get ready for a night out (search: masterlist, ruben loftus cheek)- @555sage

the deal, offside- @holymountdias

we eloped (search: ruben loftus cheek)- @charlottemount

winter: sleigh rides., coming home, little lc "kiss number 40 with ruben loftus cheek please!", winter: family, books, (search: ruben loftus-cheek imagine, ruben loftus cheek)- @footballffbarbiex

call me anything you want- @judeswhore

injury return, couples quiz, lost bet, winning the title, soft, most likely to, family day, can't sleep (masterlist : i-q)- @emwritesfootball

being whipped on holiday, dating, pregnancy (masterlist)- @spotofimagines

love sick series, christmas n chill. ticklish, till the morning (ruben lotus cheek imagine)- @dolce-escrivain-blog

like i'm gonna lose you- @forthecoloredgirl

three is better than two (search: ruben loftus-cheek)- @yungbludz

4am drunk calls (ft. sir lewis hamilton: an appearance of ruben- @royallyprincesslilly

anyone you like- @masonmountsbitch

***PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF YOU HAVE A RLC FIC***

[azulera]

Pets at Home

Pairing: Bukayo Saka x Black Reader

Summary: You and Bukayo visit the pet shelter on a whim, and leave with a special plus one.

Notes: Saka my beloved … the most babygirl of all the babygirls. To be honest I was having a rough week, so I wrote this to make myself feel better LOL what is the point of writing if not that? anyways pls enjoy, and let me know what you think🫐

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The spotted tail of the salamander bumped against it’s cage as he chewed, and you pulled on your boyfriend’s sleeve, fascinated. 

“Woah, he almost ate the whole thing in one bite.” 

Bukayo leaned in closer to the glass for a better view. 

“He’s hungry, isn’t he? Do they only feed my man leaves?” 

The little critter started in on his second leaf, and you watched, still mesmerized by how its little body moved and blended into the foliage around him. When the third plant was securely in his belly, you looked up to find that your boyfriend was gone.

There was no sight of him among the other reptile cages, or the nearby aisles of food and pet care products, and you hadn’t noticed his leaving. You thought of calling his phone, but decided to browse around and find your way to him instead. There was one section of the shelter you two hadn’t yet visited where you thought he might be.  

You followed the sound of squeals and barks, and ended up at the rear of the building, where the bigger animals were held. It only took a moment before you saw Bukayo, his red jumper catching your eye, seated in one of the play rooms for customers who wanted to interact with the animals before taking them home. He was cross-legged and enraptured by a tiny chocolate lab who was gently nibbling the tips of his fingers. 

The smile on your face reached your ears as you tapped on the large window. 

Your boyfriend's eyes shined as you caught his attention, and he gestured toward the creature in his hands.

“Hey, I was waiting on you! I think he likes me, you know.” 

The puppy was dark brown with light spots around his eyes and on his belly, and a loose red collar on his neck. It let out happy little yelps as Bukayo cradled him against his chest, and you filled with softness, and questions. 

“Baby, when did you – how did you get in here?” You asked through the glass. 

“Didn’t you get my text? I was trying to find the beta-fish, yeah, but then this one here wouldn’t stop staring at me. So I asked one of the staff if I could play with him – haha, look!”

The puppy had leaped from his arms and now stuck his behind up in the air, wiggling his tail like he was about to pounce. Bukayo curled over in laughter, and gave a small tap to the side of his head. 

“Oh my days, he thinks he’s a big man, innit!” 

The pup barked back, and the two started to “spar”, Bukayo taking little swipes at the animal without ever putting him in any real harm. Already he handled him so carefully, you thought, making sure to avoid his teeth, and their matching red garments were picture-perfect. After another moment, he lifted his little friend with a hand around his belly, and brought him up to his face. 

“Why are you so cute?” Your boyfriend whispered. 

In answer, the puppy licked his tongue curiously against his nose. 

The pure joy bubbling in Bukayo’s responding laugh sent butterflies flapping in your chest. You hadn’t thought it was humanly possible for your boyfriend to get any cuter, but the sight of him cuddled up and giggling with a bite-sized dog made you feel like you would melt into your shoes.

“Baby, come in here!” He suddenly called to you. “Come hold him.” 

You walked into the small room and sat next to him, unable to resist rubbing your knee against his. Once you settled, the puppy in his lap scrambled over to yours, pressing his paws against your chest. 

“Oh, wow, I see how it is, then.” Bukayo complained. 

“Hi buddy,” You laughed and cooed to the little furry face in your hands. He let out little whinnies as he licked you. “Oh, babe, I think he likes me more.” 

“Nah, it’s calm, I get it,” Bukayo spoke to him. “I feel like that about her, too.” 

You smiled at him, scooting closer, and set the dog down to roam again. He went straight into your boyfriend’s arms.  

“I always wanted a dog, you know, since young. My mum weren’t really having that, though.” Bukayo reached to scratch him under the chin. “We should get him.” 

Your eyes widened, unsurprised by his suggestion, but feeling an intense responsibility to be the voice of reason. As adorable as the baby labrador was, today’s trip to the local pet store had been an impromptu one, a fun way for the two of you to spend a free Saturday afternoon. The plan had only been to look, not shop.  

“I don’t know, babe.” You set a placating hand on his knee. “You’re away from home a lot, and I have work, and classes. Who’s going to look after him?” 

“I will! We will!” Bukayo looked at you like the answer was obvious. “We can make a schedule or something, and switch off. And I’ll find a doggy daycare place, don’t they have those? For when we’re too busy.” 

He grabbed your hand that was closest to him, and leaned in to kiss your cheek. 

“Please?” 

When you didn’t respond, he pressed another one, closer to your lips this time. The puppy even leaned over, nuzzling his head against your hand. 

“Pretty please?” 

You sighed.

“A dog is a big commitment, Bukayo. It’s like having a kid.” 

“No, it’s not, you’re gassing it! You can’t buy kids at the store.” 

“We don’t even know if our flat allows dogs?” You countered.  

“They do! I’ve looked it up just 5 minutes ago.” 

Bukayo held his accomplice up to his face again, this time so that both their eyes were trained on you. You realized then that you’d actually enjoy having a pet, but you also wanted time to weigh the pros and cons before making such an important addition to you all’s life. Their matching puppy-dog looks and the excitedly wagging tail just next to your boyfriend’s face threatened to tip the scale. 

“Okay! Okay.” You threw up your hands. “We can get him, but let’s give it a week, okay? Just to think it over, and work out the logistics. Then, if he’s still here, we’ll adopt him.” 

“Yes! Haha!” 

Bukayo kissed you on the lips this time, then lifted your future pet up in the air. You watched the two of them play, already imagining the chaos they would get into at the flat and in the back garden as he grew bigger and faster. It didn’t stop your chest from warming, as you leaned your head on Bukayo’s shoulder. 

“He is pretty cute, isn’t he?” You mused. “What should we name him?” 

The newest member of your household looked up at you both with his big eyes, as if awaiting the answer, too. Bukayo reached down to scratch his head before he turned to you, the corners of his mouth already lifting. 

“Gunner.”

[she-lives-in-her-dreams]

Swipe City Chapter 5:Dating with a Twist

Disclaimer: I do not know any celebrities in this story.  I’ve been super sick for a week; thus, this is not proofread. I’m not from nor have been to London; so, I apologize if I use American terms when writing a Brit character. 

Please let me know if you guys have any interest in this story continuing. I’m not receiving a lot of feedback and feel like this story is a bit of a flop. 

@mountpulisic​ @mllynne​ @luminous-99​ @alwaysclassyeagle

       Christian is nervous–no, he is beyond nervous. A level of nervousness that he doesn’t know how to describe in English nor in German.  It’s Wednesday and in exactly  30 minutes, he is going to be sitting in a small, local  pub with Y/N for a lunch date. He is mentally trying to prepare  himself for any reaction she may have to his identity. 

        In a flat across West London, Y/N is nervously fixing her makeup and trying not to vomit. It’s out of character for her to go on a date with man she has never videochatted with much less never even seen pictures of.  The thought runs through her mind to cancel the date and ask for a videochat before rescheduling it.  The notion disappears as quickly as it appeared–the move to London had been one she promised herself would be about adventures and a fresh start. A clean slate she knows has to include some risks that are out of her comfort zone. Besides, if Chris–hopefully that is his real name– is a serial killer, she did activate her location on her phone, has a secret code arranged with her friends back home, and an agreed upon check-in time. 

    The 30 minutes past quickly for both Christian and Y/N, and before either knows it the pub  is in their views.  Y/N arrives first–always one for arriving early to avoid having to approach her dates.  She chooses a corner high-top table and quickly texts Chris where she is seated. The pub is not busy at all which makes her sigh in relief and give thanks that Chris asked for a lunch date rather than a dinner when the evening crowd would surely have overwhelmed her senses with all the noise. 

    Christian arrives at the pub exactly 5 minutes before the arranged time. He checks his phone and finds a missed text from Y/N with information about their seating arrangement. Christian clutches the bouquet of tulips tightly as he pulls the pub’s entrance door. His coffee colored eyes search the corner high-top tables for the lavender sweater y/n said she would be wearing. 

     The instant they land on the woman in the corner’s lavender sweater, his eyes still. Her head is tilted down looking at her phone. Before Christian can even process what is happening, his feet have moved him across the pub to standing in front of y/n. He clears his throat to get her attention and when her eyes lift to meet his own, Christian feels his breath catch. He has always believed that no matter the color of someone’s eyes, you could tell a lot about the person just by looking into their eyes ; and in this moment, all Christian can tell about y/n from her eyes is that he never wants to stop looking into them. 

     Y/N hears the clearing of the throat and looks up. In front of her is an absolutely breath-taking man. His boyishly handsome face with the shy smile and dimple cause her heart to race. For a second, there are no words spoken.  Christian clears his throat again and forces himself to speak. 

“Hi, Y/N. I’m Chris.” The shy smile never leaving his face. 

Y/N stands to greet him but hesitates awkwardly. Does she give him a handshake? A hug? What is the tradition for dates now? God, she hates dating. 

Christian makes the decision for her as she speaks her name by moving closer and opening his arms for a gentle hug. After several phone conversations and hours of texts, he feels that he knows y/n and a hug is the only acceptable greeting for someone he already feels safe with. 

Though the hug is short, it is warm and soothing to both. As the two separate, both recognize the noticeable loss of warmth and comfort. 

“It’s really great to meet you in person. I hope you don’t mind, but I remembered you saying you loved these; so, I picked these up for you.”  Christian says shyly as he hands y/n the flowers. Her smile widens– she mentioned these flowers during their second conversation when he was trying to figure out which flowers to send his mother for her birthday. 

“Wow, Chris! That is so thoughtful of you.”  Y/N tries not to gasp–a man significantly younger than her put more effort into their first date than any other man had during a committed relationship. 

As the date progresses, Christian realizes the pub is becoming busier. He tries not to panic and attempts to calm himself by remembering  he doesn’t get recognized as much as Mason or Reece especially when he is out without them. It’s not that he wants to lie to Y/N, he just knows he wants to tell her in his own nonpublic way. 

    Christian feels a sense of relief when it is not until y/n is in the restroom that he is approached by an older man asking for an autograph and picture for his young grandson. The interaction is swift and when the man sees y/n approaching the table again, he thanks Christian, winks at him, and promptly walks away. Christian thanks his God for this small miracle.

“It’s getting to be a bit late. Unfortunately, I need to go back to work.” Y/N says with a sigh. It was the one part of a lunch date that had made her hesitate– she had to come to the date in her professional clothing and was limited to a few hours before she would need to return. 

  Christian smiles a bit sadly. “I hate that it has to end so quickly, but I understand not everyone is off today like me.”  

     After beckoning the waiter over and handing him his card to pay for their date, Christian swallows the lump forming in his throat. “I had a really great time and would like to see you again, if you are open to it.” 

Y/N feels the heat in her face. “I would love to see you again.” 

    After receiving his card and helping y/n to put her jacket on, Christian escorts Y/N  out into the chilly weather to catch her waiting  taxi.  Already anticipating her next move, Christian rushes around Y/N to open the taxi’s door and help her into it. 

    Feeling somewhat empowered by the man’s consistent gentlemanly ways, Y/N leans over and presses a soft kiss to Christian’s cheek as she enters the taxi.

“Let me know when you are available.” She whispers after thanking him again for the date. 

     As the taxi pulls away, Christian touching his kissed cheek, a man steps into his peripheral vision.  The man begins to speak causing Christian to turn his head in the gentleman’s direction.

“Son, you have the same look on your face that I had when I met future wife, when my son-in-law looks at my daughter, and when my son looks at his wife. I hope it works out for you because I would love to say I witnessed the first date of Christian Pulisic and his wife.” 

     Quickly recognizing the man as the guy from the bar who asked for the autograph and photo, Christian responds nervously. 

“She is great, but was it really that awkward and obvious it was a first date?” 

     The grandfatherly man laughs. “You are standing in the cold holding your cheek from a little peck. I think that makes it obvious. Good luck on Sunday, Pulisic. I’ll be cheering for you in more than one way!” The man continues to laugh as he walks away leaving Christian with a glowing red face. 

Christian touches his kissed cheek again and thinks how much like a romcom this is turning out to be. 

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Absent

Summary:where Kylian promises his son to be there for his match but doesn't show

Maman ou est papa" ( Mom where is Dad?")

"Je ne sais pas, ma chérie" ( I don't know my darling))

Kylian was supposed to be here by now, Théo is playing today after being on the bench because of an injury, Kylian promised he would be there but I don't think he will

I try calling him for the 5th time today and it goes straight to voicemail

I sigh and look at my son whose putting his cleats on

"Is he coming?"

"I don't think so Théo"

He looks at me with a sad look that I instantly want to remove from his face

He hugs me tightly and I hug him back, I then pull away and look at him, then wipe away the tears that have escaped his eyes

"Je suis la, amour" ( I'm here, love)

"Ok Maman, je t'aime beaucoup" ( ok mom, I love you so much)

"Je t'aime beaucoup aussi Théo" (I love you so much as well Théo)

"I don't want to go"

"C'mon, you'll do great"

"But he's not here"

"Yeah, but I am, do it for me, can you play for me today Théo?"

"Ok, I'll play for you mom"

"Merci, ok now go"

He hands me his bag and waves at me, I wave back at him and give him a smile

I make my way to the stands and watch Théo, I pick my phone up and try to call Kylian again, maybe he can make it just in time before the second half, but it's no use it goes straight to voicemail again

The match starts and I put my phone away giving up on calling Kylian, I just want to focus on my son's match

The first half goes on and I see Théo look my way, then the empty seat next to me

He looks sad, angry and frustrated

The ref blows the whistle indicating that the second half has begun

Théo, sprints to the opponent and manages to get the ball

He passes it to one of his teammates then his teammate passes back to him, he dribbles past the defender and shoots the ball, then scores

He celebrates and points to me,blows a kiss towards me then makes a heart

I stand up and clap for him and he mouths "I love you mom"

I mouth back to him, "I love you too Théo"

By the 90th minute Théo's team has won 5-0 and Théo has scored 3 goals and assisted in the other 2

After the match he walks up to me and I hand him his water bottle

"Good job honey I'm so proud of you"

"Thanks mom"

I pick him up and he lays his head on my shoulder

"Can we please go home now"

"Ok, let's go"

I walk to the car and put him in the back seat, we then drive home in silence, and I'm occasionally glancing back to see him with a sad look on his face

"Théo"

"Maman?"

"Are you hungry?"

"No, I just wanna go home"

"Do you want to play FC24, when we get home?"

"No, I'm just tired, I think I'm going to sleep"

I give him a look that says really

"After I take a bath"

"Don't you want to spend some time with me, we can watch cars, or monsters inc., any movie you want to watch"

"Yeah, maybe after my nap"

"Ok, hey you know I was thinking maybe we can make cookies, do you want to help?"

"Not today mom, I don't think I'm in the mood"

"Ok, do you want me to help you with your bath?"

"No, I'm a big boy, I can do it myself"

"Ok"

The rest of the car ride is silent until we get home

Théo, gets out of the car and walks into the house while dragging his bag with him

I sigh and walk into the house and find his cleats and shoes placed neatly in the little shoe cupboard, usually I have to tell him to it, but today seems different

I go to the kitchen and get started on dinner

"Maman"

"Mhm?"

"Can you please help me"

I turn around, and see Théo struggling to take his shirt off

I slightly chuckle and walk towards him to help him

"What happened to the big boy?"

"He needs his mom's help"

"Clearly"

I help him take his shirt off then carry him to the bathroom, then open the taps making sure that the water is the right temperature for him, I then add his favorite bubble bath into the water, and he gets in

He puts some bubbles on his hair and starts playing with his bath toys

"What type of big boy plays with toys in the bath?"

"Ok fine, I'm still a small boy"

I chuckle and start bathing him, afterwards I wrap him up in a towel then carry him to his room and place him on the bed, and start taking out some clothes

He moisturizes himself then put on the clothes that I laid out for him

"Do you still want to take your nap"

He nods his head in a tired way and climbs onto his bed, grabs a thrower and lays his head on the pillow, I kiss his forehead and he smiles saying

"Thank you mommy"

"You're welcome Théo"

I walk out of his room and go back to the kitchen to continue making dinner

After 2 hours I hear the front door open, he's here

He walks into the kitchen and looks at me but I ignore his gaze

"Ça va, amour"

"Amour"

"Ma chérie"

He walks closer to me but i move away

"Lassie Moi" I say (leave me alone)

"C'est quoi le problème?" He asks ( what's the matter?)

"Ah bon, t'es sérieuse, Kylian" I ask ( really, are you serious Kylian?)

"C'est quoi c'est pas" ( what happened?")

"C'est ton fils, il est triste" I say ( it's your son, he's sad)

"Mais pourquoi" he asks (but why?)

"Pasque il son père" (because of his dad)

"Moi?" (Me?)

"Oui, toi" ( yes you)

"What did I do now?"

"So you didn't know that your son was playing today, after he told you two weeks ago and kept reminding you so you wouldn't forget"

He looks at me with shock, like I've just told him the most suprising news

"Mon Dieu, Kylian he even told you this morning before he went to school"

"He's match was today?"

I let out a frustrated sigh

"Where were you even, huh, and why was you phone going to voicemail everytime I tried calling you?"

"I was with Archaf, and I lost track of time"

"You lost track of time doing what?"

He's quiet

"What were you doing Kylian?"

"I was busy"

"You know what I don't even want to know, just get away from me"

"Where is Théo anyway"

"He's sleeping, he took a bath and went straight to bed"

I hear him sigh behind me

"I'm sorry"

"You're apologizing to the wrong person"

"Then I'll go and apologize to Théo"

"No he's asleep, don't wake him up"

"So what must I do then?"

"I don't care, just don't bother the child"

He goes upstairs and goes to our shared room, I the hear the shower taps, indicating that he's taking a shower

30 minutes later, I'm done making dinner and it seems Kylian is done taking his shower and he walks downstairs

I dish up 3 plates of food then go to the table and place them there

I then go upstairs to wake Théo up

"Théo"

"Amour"

He opens his eyes and looks at me

"Maman?"

"Ouies, c'est Moi amour, est que faim" (yeah it's me love, are you hungry?"

"Oui je faim" (yes, I'm hungry)

"On y va"(let's go)

I pick him up and we go downstairs,when we get to the dining table we find Kylian already there waiting for us, I place Théo in the seat next to me, where there's a plate of food

We eat dinner in silence until Kylian breaks it

"Théo"

"Papa"

"Je suis très désolé, mon fils"

"C'est bien papa"

"Ah bon?"

He nods his head

"But why were you not there, how come you didn't come to my match?" Théo asks with his voice slightly breaking

Kylian looks at me and I look at Théo

"I was busy" Kylian says

"With what"

"Théo, arrête ici c'est pas ton problème" (Théo, stop, this is not your problem"

"Ouies mais c'est mon problème" I say (yeah but it's my problem)

"Je travaillerai" he says ( I was working)

"Avec quoi?( with what?)

"Rien" ( nothing)

"T'es sérieuse, t'es fou ou quoi, t'es travaille avec rien?" (are you serious, are you mad or what, you were working with nothing?)

"Oui" he says (yes)

"You must think I'm an idiot"

"But I was working"

"Papa, s'il te plaît" Théo says (dad please)

"Théo, this is non of your business"

"Then why weren't you there?" Théo asks

"I was busy"(Kylian says)

"Théo, arrête je parle avec ton père, go to your room" I say ( Théo, stop, I'm talking to your dad)

He gets out of his seat and walks upstairs

"Are you serious, are you not going to tell me what you were so busy with that you had to miss your son's first match, after the injury he had?"

"All you need to know is that I was busy"

"Are you cheating on me?"

"What, no"

"Then what were you so busy with"

"Nothing"

"Fine, since you don't want to tell me, I'll be sleeping with Théo today" I say standing up from my seat, "you can sleep in the guest room or on the sofa, also do the dishes before you go to bed"

I walk upstairs and go to Théo's room

"C'mon, let's go" I say

"Where are we going?"

"To my room"

"Why?"

"You're sleeping with me"

"Can we watch movies and stay up all night"

"Yeah, we can"

"Can we start with Marvel movies"

"I was thinking the same thing"

We go back downstairs and pick out some snacks for the movie

"Not so many sweets Théo"

"Ok"

After picking some snacks and deciding what movies to watch, we go back upstairs to my room and put the movie on the TV

I tuck Théo into the bed and his tiny head sticks out from under the covers

"Maman?"

"Yeah?"

"Is Daddy going to leave us forever?"

"No, my love, he's not, me and your father are just having a bit of a disagreement"

"What's that?"

"It's when two people don't see eye to eye on something, but in the end they always work it out"

"You promise?"

"I promise Amour, now stop worrying about that and let's focus on the movie,ok?"

"Ok"

The rest of the night is spent watching movies till the early hours of the morning

Théo eventually falls asleep, cuddled up to me like I'm a teddy bear

I switch the TV off and kiss Théo's forehead and he snuggles into me, I close my eyes and fall asleep

[multifandomfanfic]

can you write something for hector bellerin ? plss !!

like a angst with reader being insecure about her body ? thanks already.

Stretch Marks

Héctor Bellerín x reader

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: Thanks for the request! It was nice to get one that wasn’t for Messi or Ronaldo! :))))

Your torso twisted and turned, trying to make itself as attractive as possible. You contorted every which way, but the mirror never reflected what you wanted. You slid the jacket on your shoulders again. It made no difference; it still fell just short of the slits in your dress. You ripped it off and flung it to who-knows-where. 

You had tried on the same dress three times in the span of ten minutes; each time you threw it onto the floor to wrinkle, only to begrudgingly try it on again. No matter what you did to the dress, no matter what bit of fabric you readjusted or pins you used, your stretchmarks refused to be hidden.

At this point, it was like they had always been there. You had gone through a massive growth spurt as a teen. It was no big deal at the time; in fact, you had been ecstatic that you were becoming like the women who graced the covers of magazines and ads you saw at the store.  Now you weren’t as thrilled.

The growth spurt left permanent pink and white marks on your stomach and thighs. Permanent proof that it had happened.

When Hector had bought you the dress, you thought nothing of it, not seeing the low slits on each side. It was an issue now. He would be heartbroken if you did not wear it, but he would understand. He would have to understand.

The alarm clock on your bedside table suddenly caught your attention. 7:23pm. 

“Shit,” you mumbled. Hector and you had to leave at 7:30 on the dot. The restaurant had been hesitant to reserve you a table with hardly a week’s notice; it was only Hector’s fame that made them change their mind.

You tugged the fabric of your dress down one more time. The cut-outs were both just low enough to reveal the discoloration on your skin. It was so obvious, so... embarrassing. The marks were glaringly different from everything else. It was as if there was a sign next to them saying “Look at me!” You groaned. You couldn’t let anyone see them. This dress would not do.

Within seconds you had pulled the dress over your head for the fourth time and thrown it on the bed. It was gorgeous even crumpled on your unmade bed. But, paparazzi would be hounding you from the moment you stepped out of the car. They would be pointing their cameras in your face. Each flash and click would mean one more picture of the imperfections on your sides. 

If there was any way you could prevent them from seeing your stretch marks, you would do it.

You checked the clock. 7:26pm. You cast the doors to your closet wide open, ignoring them as they hit the wall with a thud. Rows and rows of beautiful clothes greeted you, but none of them were what you wanted. 

A knock came from the door of your shared bedroom. You had kicked Hector out, wanting to surprise him when you donned the dress for the first time. His disappointment was a small price to pay.

“Mi amor,” his voice sounded through the room, “May I come in?”

“One moment, please!”

You could sense him checking his watch and sighing. There was not a moment to spare, but you had to find another perfect dress. Even if it was impossible. Other futball players’ girlfriends’ didn’t show their stretchmarks (if they even had any)--why should you?

“We don’t have much time! I already know you look gorgeous in that dress.”

You groaned in frustration, a silk blouse scrunched in your hand. None of the clothes in your closet would do. None of them were good enough, none of them were nice enough, none of them were what Hector picked out. If only the other dress didn’t have those stupid slits.

“One more m-,” you began as you walked back into the bedroom, but were quickly interrupted from beyond the door. “Honey, considering what we put him through to get these reservations, the manager might have a heart attack if we’re not there on time! Besides, I want to show off my beautiful girlfriend.”

It rolled off of Hector’s tongue like a compliment, but it carried the pain of an insult. You weren’t beautiful. The most perfect dress in the world didn’t even look good on you.

“Well, what if I don’t want to go anymore?”

You huffed and fell back onto your shared bed. That was it. You rubbed your eyes, the tears already starting to form. Hector would understand. He had never said anything about your stretch marks before, but he had to find them as hideous as you did. The door squeaked as it opened. Hector’s steps creaked on the floor of your bedroom until he was right next to you, standing on the rug. You turned and buried your face into a pillow. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

The soft fabric absorbed your tears, “I don’t want to go out anymore.”

Hector’s laid his palm on your upper back, “I know that’s not true… but, you don’t have to tell me the truth if you don’t want to.”

A sob erupted from deep within your chest. Months of doubt came flooding out in the form of tears. You weren’t good enough for Hector Bellerin. You never would be. He was a world-class athlete, someone millions of men want to be and millions of women want to be with. You were a girl with an ugly body without your own claim to fame.

But none of those feelings properly came out into words.

Instead, Hector made his way to the bathroom and returned with a new tissue box. He placed one into your hand.

“Thank you,” you sniffled. You sat up straight and wiped your eyes.

“Of course.”

The room was quiet. The clock on your bedside table flashed 7:39, but neither of you made any move to leave. Hector wrapped his arm around your shoulders; your head instinctively rested on his.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

You opened your mouth to speak. How were you to word this?

“Do you… do you like being seen with me?” you finally spat out. You kept your head down and fiddled with the tissue in your hand.

Hector turned to face you, “Is that why you don’t want to go to dinner? Y/N, I love you from the bottom of my heart. Why wouldn’t I like being seen with you?” “But my stretch marks, Hector! This dress shows them!” you exclaimed, lifting your head off of his shoulder and meeting his gaze, “And don’t forget the extra weight I can’t get rid of and–!”

Hector grabbed your hand, “Y/N, stop it.”

“Excuse me?”

“Stop it, please,” Hector repeated, “That all means nothing to me.”

You rolled your eyes and sighed, “Yeah, right.”

“They don’t, Y/N. If I was embarrassed to go out with you, I wouldn’t have begged that poor manager to get us a reservation!” he said, “I love you for many reasons, Y/N, and the fact that you are absolutely gorgeous is only a part of it.”

You looked down at the slits. The marks were still there, but they did not look as bad as they had before. They were just marks on your skin–everyone has them.

“You really don’t mind them?” you said.

“I don’t,” he replied, an all-to-familiar smirk growing on his face, “In fact, they mark exactly where I hold on to you when w–”

“Stop!” you exclaimed, giggling as he pulled you closer and peppered kisses down your jaw and neck, “We have to go!”

“I thought you said you didn’t want to.” “I’ve changed my mind,” you replied, sliding off the bed onto your feet and running your fingers through your hair, “but I would be happy to continue this afterward.”

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hey, can I request kylian's dating a supermodel and she's modeling for savage x fenty so when her pics and videos of the show get posted online, his teammates jokingly mess with him to try to make him jealous but instead kylian just gets all smug bragging about his gf 😏 he's still lowkey jealous tho but only hakimi or ney notice bc of how well they know him 😂

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𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Kylian Mbappe x Female Reader

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: YAAAY FINALLY MBAPPE RECOGNITION !!!! Mbappe and NeymarJr deserves more requests !! My babygorls <3 Sorry if this is a bit short, as I wrote this specifically in response to your request rather than constructing a "story-like scenario" because I wasn't sure how to build up to this point. c:

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Kylian Mbappe is a young and talented French soccer player who has been making waves in the world of sports for many years now. Recently, he has been in the headlines not just for his skills on the field, but also for his relationship with supermodel, Y/N. When his girlfriend's pictures and videos from the shoot were posted online, his teammates couldn't resist teasing him to try and make him jealous. 

The team is currently unwinding and rehydrating in their locker room after practice, waiting for the team manager to arrive and speak with them as he promised to do later. Sergio Ramos stumbles onto a Savage x Fenty advertisement while relaxing and scrolling through Instagram. He smirks as he realizes that you, Mbappe's girlfriend, are the lady in the picture. Other than Hakimi, you haven't met the team yet because your modeling schedule prevents you from attending his games. Yet, he always shares pictures of the two of you online, so it's clear that he knows you exist. "Watch this," he murmurs, nudging Kimpembe. “Damn Kylian, is this what you'll be seeing when you come home?,” Ramos says while glancing at his phone. Kylian raises his eyebrow in confusion. Ramo flips the phone around so that the other teammates can view in addition to Mbappe. It's a picture of you on a bed wearing red lingerie for the brand. Kimpembe, who was aware of his plan, joined in by saying, "Y/N is fine as ever, why don't you let us meet her?" Verratti throws his arm around Mbappe and pokes his cheek while saying, "It's because he knows I can take her away,"

Mbappe felt a burning anger rise inside him as he listened to his friends hitting on his girl. He could feel their eyes lingering on her body, their words dripping with thinly veiled flirtation. It was enough to make him want to lash out, to tell them to back off and leave her alone. But he knew he couldn't do that. He couldn't let his possessiveness show, not in front of his friends. He had to keep up appearances, had to act like it didn't bother him, even though it did.

As he releases Verratti's arms, Kylian makes a phony laugh, saying, "She has a height restriction, you have to be 5 '10." Verratti, who is barely 5 feet 5 inches tall, playfully pouts and walks away.  The boys laugh as Kimpembe says, "6' 0 is better thought," and daps up Ramos as they are the same height. They were all taken aback by Kylian's response, though. Instead of being unhappy, he grinned from ear to ear and began boasting about how gorgeous and wonderful his girlfriend was. Kylian shakes his head and says, "She's so beautiful right? I can't take my eyes off of her that's why she hasn't come around during the games ," maintaining his phony smile. He tried to focus on other things, to distract himself from the uncomfortable feeling that was building inside him. He laughed at their jokes, made small talk, and tried to act as though everything was normal. But it wasn't. He felt like his friends were trying to stake a claim on something that was his, and that made him feel vulnerable. It was one thing to be jealous of a stranger, but when it was someone he knew, someone he trusted, it cut deep.

Once more, Sergio torments him, "You need to bring her next game so she can meet me. I'll show her what a real man is like."

“Trust me. You can't handle her like I can," he remarks, hinting at something sexual. Despite his smugness, Kylian was still secretly jealous of all the attention his girlfriend was receiving. He didn't like the fact that his teammates were constantly talking about her, but he didn't want to let them know that it bothered him. Only his best friend Hakimi noticed that Kylian was feeling a little lowkey jealous. Hakimi knew Kylian so well that he could see the subtle changes in his friend's behavior. 

Hakimi tries to divert the conversation by saying, "You are so focused on Y/N like you did not get nut-megged and scored on by Neymar during practice."  He did so successfully as everyone started to laugh and point at Ramos, some of the players even walked up to him and slapped his head. Mbappe was aware of Hakimi's actions and mentally praised him. Mbappe didn't want to seem possessive or insecure. He wanted to be the confident, easy-going guy that everyone knows him to be. So he kept his feelings to himself and tried to be the bigger person. He knew that his friends didn't mean any harm, that they were just being friendly and playful. But he couldn't help feeling like they were crossing a line.

You have always loved Mbappe's extreme possessiveness toward you. If you had been in the locker room, you would have been impressed by his ability to control his emotions.