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Moments Alone ~ Mason Mount

A/N: I was looking through my drafts and found this sitting there finished. The Women’s EURO has been hectic so here’s a nice calm domestic fic with Mason to bring the tempo down. Enjoy :)

Warnings: none - reader’s gender is not specified

Summary: You’re both up early in the morning, but sometimes that is the most golden time to be awake.

gif by @ricciardoe

It’s Monday morning, so that means one thing: you’re tired.

You are stood in the kitchen resting back against the corner of the counter and Mason is stood facing the counter beside you. The kettle sits boiling in front of him and both his hands lay on the marble as he looks out the window to spy on people outside, particularly captivated by one man and his dog.

His left-hand drummed a random tune with his fingers whilst his right-hand lay palm up. You're preoccupied scrolling through Instagram as your right hand draws gentle lines on Mason’s skin. Your fingers trace up and down on his palm, venturing to his forearm every now and then, even going all the way up to his bare shoulder a couple times then back down to where you started. It was soft and slow and second nature to you.

As your fingers ran over his wrist and back to his palm again, he looked down from the window and watched you move against his skin. He took a deep breath and sighed out, still tired from the sleep he'd not long woken up from. 

His fingers stopped their light drumming as yours circled his palm slowly, clearly not concentrating on the movement as much as he was by the way the speed and direction kept changing. The feeling of you against his warm skin always sent butterflies to his stomach and it was the same this morning, his heart struggling a little more to keep up the longer you went on and the further up his arm you travelled. It didn’t matter whether you did it here in the kitchen, lounging on the couch, trying to sleep cuddled in bed, waiting in an elevator - it always calmed him and made him feel fuzzy at the same time. Because it was you. The feeling was you. And he loved it to bits.

Your hand moved to lay flat on his and he heard you start typing something on your phone, now completely captured by what was on your screen. Mason just smiled, small and sleepy, probably not even realising he was doing it, but it wasn’t for anyone to see. 

Even when you weren’t concentrating, your hand found its place in his like a puzzle piece. How it was meant to be. Your palm flat against his and your fingers hanging off the edge to lay on the counter. 

Mason just squeezed his fingers around your hand, rubbing his thumb along your skin a few times as he ran his other hand through his hair. 

He was starting to wake up now, slowly but surely.

You kept typing, a less steady pace than normal since you only had one hand, but you squeezed back against where your body joined him. He was sending you that silent message, one full of love and appreciation, thanks and gratefulness to be with you. You didn’t even need to be awake to send it back to him straight away.

When the kettle clicked, it took a moment for Mason to take his hand from yours. He didn’t want to leave that space, he wanted to keep your warmth and love and the feeling of you touching him for as long as possible. But he also desperately needed this cup of tea.

Reluctantly slow, his hand slipped from yours to grab the kettle and pour the water into the two mugs. Except the feeling of you didn’t leave him. Your hand went up his arm and landed on his shoulder, rubbing your thumb on the back of it absent-mindedly for a moment.

As the kettle went back down, your phone joined it, switched off and forgotten. You trailed your hand down his bare back before pushing yourself up to stand behind him, your arms circling his waist. You felt Mason hum in content as you lay your head between his shoulder blades.

He was warm and relaxing, and as your hand lay against his toned stomach, you could feel yourself melting into him piece by piece. You closed your eyes, still tired yourself from the late hour you stayed up with him last night. It wouldn’t take much for you to fall asleep again right now, pressed against Mason in the quiet room, feeling his breath make his torso rise and fall in rhythmic beats.

He was mixing your drinks whilst your hands kept moving just a little bit against his front, one part out of habit, one part out of comfort, and one part out of keeping yourself grounded and awake.

When Mason had the teabags out, he picked his mug up and turned his attention back to the window. The woman and her kids across the road were getting into the car for school now, and he smiled at the youngest boy bouncing around on the drive. His empty hand found itself on your forearm now, rubbing up and down in slow soft movements. One day, he thought to himself. One day.

He took a sip of his tea and hummed after it went down his throat, relishing the first boost of life for the day. One more sip, then he put the mug back down and started to turn his body around, his left arm going up and over your head to go behind your back. Your arms loosened but didn’t move from him as you raised your head from his body.

As soon as he was fully facing you, he had you wrapped up in both arms and pulled as close to him as possible. You smiled widely and dropped your head to his chest as you tightened your own arms again. He kissed your hair and lay his head on top of yours before squeezing you a little tighter. He closed his eyes and smiled at the sound of your quiet giggle. The hum of comfort couldn’t help but leave his chest before he let his thoughts turn into words.

"I love you, you know," he whispered as you both started to sway on the spot a little, "So much. Just love you so much." His hand was moving up and down your back slowly whilst the other wrapped firmly around your waist.

You grinned and rubbed your thumb against the skin of his lower back. "You only tell me that every day." You muttered jokingly.

Mason nodded against your head, his eyes still closed in peace. "I know, its 'cause I mean it." He mumbled and pressed a kiss on your head again. "Never loved anything like I love you."

It was something he'd told you countless times, something you had trouble believing could be felt about you, but when he said it, and kept saying it like that, how could you ever doubt him?

"I love you too, Mase." You replied quietly, sincerity dripping off your lips, "more love than stars in the sky for you, honey."

His chest rumbled from the low chuckle he gave at your words. The words you'd first said to him at 2am, drunk outside a kebab shop, waiting for a taxi to take you both home from a night out. But words that never lost their meaning to this day.

Moving your head back, you looked up at him, seeing his tired eyes open and shine down at you. He’s far too sleepy to pretend he's feeling anything other than pure adoration for you right now.

You plant your feet on the floor to stop your swaying and lean up to share the sweetest kiss, low effort in the early morning but high emotions fuelling it. Not the craziest kiss, nor most passionate kiss you’d shared; it didn’t need to be. It was just as perfect as the others as it was.

You lift your hand to his jaw and peck his lips a few more times afterwards, smiling at his closed eyes and dazed look when you stop. You rub your thumb on his cheek and he just keeps his eyes closed, perfectly content to stay exactly where he is. Your hand snakes round and squeezes the back of his neck gently.

"I think we'll be having an early night today, hm?" You uttered, smirking at him when his head dropped onto your shoulder and his arms wrapped tightly around you once more, sneakily letting a hand fall on your bum. Ruffling his hair with a laugh, you let your other hand work its way down to the waistband of his sweatpants at his side, poking your thumb under it and snapping it against his skin. He jolted and groaned at the temporary sharp pain while you took advantage of his arms loosening and pushed his shoulders away from you.

Mason’s hand grabbed your hips before they could leave him properly and he tried his best to frown at you before a smile started creeping back. You shrugged your shoulders with a smirk and joked, "I've got a cup of tea that’s getting cold."

He shook his head at you with a growing cheeky smile as you stepped to grab your mug and your phone. His hand was glued to your lower back whilst you moved. When Mason turned to grab his mug and you kept moving away from him, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your pyjamas this time, pulling you back a little to stop you from leaving his reach. 

You giggled as you tried not to spill any tea on the floor from the sudden movement, waiting for Mason to start moving with you. You faked a glare at him over your shoulder a second later for almost causing the spillage, to which he shrugged and hid his grin behind his mug, snaking his hand to your hip as he started plodding his steps behind yours into the living room.

#mason mount #mason mount imagine #mason mount x reader #football #football imagine #oneshot #my fic #my og post

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Please please please do a part 2 to car sick, it’s so good!!! Xxxxx

i have it in the works, just struggling with it a little atm. the poll i did said people wanted to see the other requests too so i'm thinking it will come out after some of those.

REALLY thinking i'm gonna leave the grealish love island series until the next season is on tho so i can do it proper justice.

xx

#tysm it means a lot that people like it :) #💖

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Car Sick P1 ~ Dominic Calvert-Lewin

A/N: This is sort of carried on from this blurb I wrote a while ago, bc I loved the idea and wanted to write more for it, you should probs read that first to catch the vibes. This is for @footballffbarbiex writing challenge based on tv and film. I used this storyline from Modern Family with Gloria and Jay. Once again, no real timeline with this, just made up scenarios. I struggled with the next bit of this so I asked you how you wanted it and you chose 2 parts, here's the 1st. Enjoy :)

Warnings: pregnancy, kids, step parents, injury mention - reader is female

Summary: You thought you were just feeling car sick, turns out it's something else...

gif by @hishairmyweakness - gif by @delstroyer

You were dropping your daughter off at Dele's for a long weekend since he didn't have a match or training to attend. After she had squeezed the biggest hug out of her dad and trudged dirt in his hallway, she perched on the sofa with her ipad and juicebox, leaving you and Dele to catch up.

Dele had been showing you how he redecorated his kitchen so you accepted a drink and decided to stay a little while. Plus you figured the news you had for him should rather be said in person than over the phone.

"Hey, Del, I have something to tell you." You said nervously, leaning your hands on the kitchen island. He turned around and took a sip of the drink he just poured as he walked closer to the other side of the island opposite you. "Go ahead." He replied, his eyebrows knitted in concern at your worried tone. 

"Well, remember when we stopped by last Friday since you were playing on her birthday?" you recollected and he nodded along. "And I had one of those herbal teas and a tablet because I was feeling car sick?" "Yeah..." he trailed off quietly, putting his drink on the counter between you. "Turns out I wasn't car sick," he frowned in confusion and looked even more lost than he did a moment ago. 

You fiddled your fingers together and took a deep breath, steadying yourself. You knew you could trust Dele with absolutely anything. You'd been close since you were teenagers, grew closer when you started dating and left nothing in the way when you had a baby. Being so young when it happened meant a lot of things turned against you, a lot of people with a lot of opinions trying to dictate your lives and yet you stuck it through. You haven't been together romantically for a while, however your relationship with him never faultered, your connection of trust staying strong.

But it didn't make this any easier to say. It wasn't hard to see when Dele got hit by moments of gloom at the sight of the mini family you were creating with Dominic. While your split years ago was amicable, and neither of you would rekindle that flame again, more than happy with your close friendship, Dele couldn't stop that jealous bubble rising in him when he saw your daughter enjoy spending time with Dom as much as she does with him. Blame his stubbornness but facing change wasn't his strongest suit. This news was going to be a big step away from that picturesque life you both once envisioned together and you desperately didn't want it to drive a wedge between you nor push Dele away. You had settled into a good rhythmic system with him that suited your daughter and your schedules, you'd hate to tarnish that in any way.

So, yes, you hesitated to tell him.

You sighed and picked at your nails, needing to just get it out before it drove you crazy.

"I'm pregnant." 

Dele's eyes went wide and his mouth opened a little from shock, the frown lines that creased his forehead disappearing. His breath was taken away. Nothing prepared him to hear those words come from your mouth and know that he wasn't involved. It was bound to happen but it still took him by surprise.

He tilted his head as he looked at you, nervously twiddling your thumbs like you always did, and it only took a few seconds for a smile to slowly grow on his face. "That," he cleared his throat and met your eyes with sincerity, "that's great. Congratulations." 

He scuffed his socked feet along the floor as he walked round the counter to wrap you in a warm hug. He squeezed your shoulder and gave your cheek a quick kiss when he pulled away, a genuine smile on his face. No, he wasn't involved this time, but he knew how amazing it was to experience pregnancy and he was certain Dominic would take to it greatly.

"What did Dom say?" He asked, leaning over to grab his glass and take another drink. Your breath caught in your throat and that made Dele side-eye you mid sip. "You haven't told him, have you?" He questioned gently, and you shook your head.

Now it was his turn to sigh. 

The glass clinked loudly in the quiet room when he put it back down, and he had a ton of questions he could have asked you and a ton of things he could have told you to do that he thought was right, but it wasn't his place. Not anymore. So he took a moment to think whilst you rubbed your hands down your front to straighten out your t-shirt again. 

"Are you going to?" You tutted and looked back up at him incredulously. "Of course I am Del, think it'll be pretty hard to miss when I'll be bursting through my clothes!" You joked and he held his hands up in defence as he chuckled, realising it was a stupid question.

"Are you nervous, then?" He tried again, this time opting for something more reasonable. "More nervous than when I told you for the first time." You admitted. Dele whistled lowly and shook his head with a laugh. 

The state you were in a bit under 7 years ago now when you told him you were going to have his child, it was something else. He still insists he hasn't seen someone so frantic, before or since. He could only imagine what was coming Dominic's way.

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There were plenty of reasons for you to believe Dom would be happy to be a dad. He adored his young brother and truly enjoyed spending time with him when he was back home. He was thoughtful and attentive with all the people he knew so you know he'd be the same, multiplied by a million, when it came to a child that depended on him.

But the way he cared for your daughter above anyone else proved to you, without a doubt, how good he would be. Dom wasn't her biological father, but that never once stopped him loving her the way she deserved. Dom made sacrifices when he needed to and even when he didn't. He'd stay awake if she couldn't sleep, he'd ask to see her on facetime when he was travelling and he always asked her about school, he even did the afternoon pick up with you when he got the chance. If Dom would be such an amazing figure in the life of a little girl he had no obligation to be a part of, just imagine what he'd be like with his own child.

You wouldn't question his want or excitement to have kids with you at any time, having spoken about it before. 

Any time except now.

Dom hadn't been himself the last week, and justifiably so. He picked up a knee injury in the Merseyside derby last Saturday that resulted in him hopelessly limping off the pitch with the physio under his arm to hold him up. A torn ACL was the conclusion after a couple hours in the hospital. While an injury was never welcome, a minimum six months out was tough to take. But with the upcoming England tournament he'd been called up for that he will now have to miss, alongside the rest of the Premier League season, it shattered him. His club and his country had important matches this year and it killed him to not be able to help secure some much needed wins for them.

Most of Sunday was spent doting on him, helping him relax and alleviating both his physical and mental pain, offering comfort through his favourite meals and hours of cuddles, something your daughter happily assisted with. 

However, by the time Monday rolled around, his rest was stifled by your daughter's birthday party.

Despite how often you'd sat him back down, Dom wasn't used to sitting all day and had helped you decorate the house whilst your girl was at school. The balloons were littered in the front room, the buffet snacks laid out on the dining table, and the banners Dom had pinned on the ceiling blew from the gentle breeze coming in through the back door. 

So by the time you pulled into the drive with a car full of young girls eager for sugar, Dom was working on half a bar of energy already. Yet he played along with the party activities and managed to dance, or more shuffle, to some Disney songs on his crutches inbetween sneaking mini sausage rolls and chocolate biscuits. 

You could see him getting more tired as each kid left, but "she only turns 6 once, right?", so he persisted on keeping the party lively until your daughter was knocked out in bed, out of her party dress but still wearing the new bracelet she got from Grandma. 

You trailed behind Dom with two cups of tea as he hobbled toward the sofa, barely managing to keep himself up despite it only being 9pm. He dropped heavily on the cushions in the corner and let his crutches fall on the carpet, not caring where they landed as long as they stayed within reach. The sigh that left him could have knocked down a tree. 

Before you got comfortable, you put his mug on the table and put a random sitcom on the TV. Dom's eyes were closed and his legs were stretched out as best as they could be, his injured knee up on the couch in front of him with a cushion underneath and an ice pack held on top.

"I'm telling you, I feel way too old for this." He muttered just loud enough to hear. "You're only 24." You chuckled a little into your tea at his complaint.

"Yeah," he rolled his head your way, hair falling on his face, "but running after her makes me feel 70, she knocks me out," he spoke quietly but with the last tints of energy in his tone, "and with this peg leg too you gotta change that to 80."

You smiled at him sympathetically and loosely linked your fingers with his, rubbing your thumb on the back of his hand as let his eyes close again.

He was joking, it was obvious. But a niggling part of your brain told you that he wasn't just being dramatic. 

Admittedly it was a tiring evening with your daughter's friends running around, but with the lack of energy left in Dom, how could a baby be added to that scenario and it not be an issue? Maybe it was the wrong time. Maybe, no definitely, getting pregnant when Dom wasn't shrouded by an injury, when he didn't have frustration on top of frustration on his shoulders, when there wasn't a hyperactive 6 year old that needed attention too - that would definitely be a better time to have a baby. But that wasn't what life had handed you. Life was a little more complicated in its ways than to give you an easy run, you knew that well enough by now. 

What concerned you most was how Dom would handle it. Whilst he had picked up parenting duties well over the past couple years, he hadn't been there when your daughter was a baby, nor had he seen how tough it was on you at the time. The thought of raising another was scaring you, so it would surely terrify Dom, doing it for the first time. 

Even before the time came to hold them in your arms, being pregnant was no easy deal. So how could he possibly handle the stress of an upcoming baby, the stress of having to look after 2 kids in the future, the stress of a cranky pregnant girlfriend, the stress of prepping the house and himself, all whilst he's hobbling on crutches and having to watch his teammates from the sidelines too? 

You sipped your tea and let the TV fill the room as your brain ran overdrive with questioning thoughts, sitting silent next to your boyfriend who's head seemed full of only the sleep he was dreaming of, oblivious to the changes that were coming his way.

#dominic calvert lewin #dominic calvert lewin imagine #dominic calvert lewin x reader #dele #dele alli #dele imagine #dele x reader #football #football imagine #my fic #oneshot #my og post

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where is the part 2 of the “rivals”? 😭😭

ahh i was never planning to do a part 2 for that fic tbh, sorry :/

#if it is really wanted then i could get to it in the future! #my track record with promised pt2 pieces is not very good so far 🤭🤭

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You genuinely write some of the best smut pieces (and regular ones) that I’ve read on this site, I just wanted to say thank you for blessing us all ❤️‍🔥

wow, what a compliment, thank you so much!

I only started writing smut for these blurb days (and a couple nsfw alphabets) so I'm glad you like them, maybe I start including smut in the proper fics too👀

#ty💖

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Loved all your blurbs! That Gomez one was maybe my fave - sooooo hot 🥵

can't help but write Joe as this chill guy who is so dirty on the down low 👀 was one of my faves from the bunch too, glad you liked them!!

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thank you sooo much for your imagines, i enjoyed them so much 😍😍

thank you, so many hugs for you!!

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Can you write a part 2 to the Erling manly thingy? Maybe with a fluffy ending? Only if you want to

It had been a few days since you stormed out of his car. He had tried calling you, texting you, even contacting some of your friends, but you wouldn't speak to Erling. Not after he put his rude friend's opinion over his girlfriend. You would be lying if you said you hadn't missed having him in your life, even the days when you only shared a few texts in the morning, it meant a lot to you and you missed being able to turn to him for comfort. 

It was Saturday evening and you had nothing better to do than sit at home with snacks, deciding against your better will to watch the Dortmund match. It was a decent game, but you could tell Erling wasn't playing his best, his mind clearly distracted. That was until he scored a goal from the edge of the box. He ran past all his teammates to the camera behind the barricade and kissed his wrist before pointing at it. There it was. His bracelet. Back where it normally was like it had never left. You sighed into the sofa cushions as you watched him staring down the camera talking, his words easily picked up without a crowd there. "I was stupid. I love this. I love you." He kissed it again before he was swarmed in hugs by his teammates. When he finished celebrating and the replays had gone, it cut back to Erling ending a hug with Bellingham as he turned back the camera. He held his fingers to his face like a phone and mouthed "pick up", put his hands in a pray position and went back to rejoin the players on the pitch. You were overcome with emotion. Of course he'd find a way to talk to you, to show you how much you meant to him, and if you wouldn't let him do it privately then he had no problem doing it for the world to see. He was dumb for letting his friends get to him like he had, and he knew it as soon as you walked away.

You were in two minds about what to do for the rest of the match, but when he called you later on, you answered on the first ring, giving in completely as he immediately sank into apology after apology.

#erling haaland #erling haaland imagine #erling haaland x reader #football imagine #football #blurb #headcanon #my og post

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something about kierans girl english singer so there’s lots of banter between the two? xx

You had started dating while he played for Celtic and travelled up to Scotland quite a bit for him. When your relationship went public, you both ended up getting asked about each other frequently. Some personal questions, some harmless questions, you just had your fun with it most of the time. Both your accents were made fun of by the other in silly impressions, his admittedly much better than yours. You often made sure you had an irn bru with you on tour since he got you hooked on it.

Kieran often teased, saying you were the only English singer he could stand, and even then it was only a few songs before he'd be switching to Lewis Capaldi again. And you gave it right back, always praising the English Premier League over the Scottish. 

So by the time Kieran was winning the FA Cup with Arsenal and you were number 1 with a feature on a Calvin Harris single, you couldn't help joking about the bad influences you had been on each other. But no matter how much messing about there is, you support each other like crazy and will always have the others' back - even if it does mean compromising your playful stance on your countries. 

#kieran tierney #kieran tierney x reader #kieran tierney imagine #football imagine #football #blurb #headcanon #my og post

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Haaland spanking you for the first time

smut warning ⚠️

Erling pulled out of you and knelt back, turning you on your front and pulling your hips up so you were on your knees. He grabbed a fist full of your hair and lifted your head off the bed, leaning over your back to reach your ear. "I've had enough of your bratty behaviour doll," he said through his teeth, "Do I need to teach you how not to act?" When he let go of your hair, you dropped back down, not holding yourself up by your arms and letting your hips go back down too. Erling had to brace himself with his hands either side of your body so he didn't fall on you since he'd been leaning his hips on yours. He leant back on his ankles and brought his hand down on your ass, causing you to gasp loudly and wiggle your hips a little from the sharp pain. Erling just used his left hand to press your waist down and spanked you again. You shuffled on the sheets to try and get out from him but he just straddled the back of your legs, keeping you in place as he spanked and spanked your cheek until it was red. You yelped at the pain but moaned when he leant down to kiss over the handprint, before he spread your legs, got up on his knees and pulled your hips up so you were on yours. He slid into your pussy again, his full length inside you in one thrust then stilled for a moment. He roughly squeezed your red cheek before slapping it hard once more, pulling out until just the tip was left before thrusting in again and again and again, his hand kneading your ass the whole time.

#erling haaland #erling haaland imagine #erling haaland x reader #football imagine #football #blurb #headcanon #my og post

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please some thigh riding with mason 😻

smut warning ⚠️

You straddled his lap with your arms on his shoulders, in the middle of a sloppy makeout session. The booth you were in was at the back corner of the bar, not illuminated by the lights like the dance floor was but certainly not invisible. It was long past midnight and everyone you came with was drinking, none were quite as drunk as you, but tipsy enough to be dancing to the tunes without care.

You started grinding on Mason's crotch, needy and unashamed. You could feel his erection growing under you as his hands held your waist. But he still had a littles sense left in him. He knew he couldn't fuck you here with all these people around and not get caught up in something that would follow him for months. So, against his best wishes, he hooked a hand under your leg and moved you to sit on his thigh instead.

"Keep going sweetheart." He rasped in your ear barely audible above the music. You wasted no time, rocking again as Mason hitched your dress up to grope your ass and keep you moving. He caught your lips again and stuck his tongue in your mouth as he nudged your panties to the side, the material of his jeans rubbing perfectly against your pussy. Any clarity he had before was thrown out the window as you pulled helplessly at his shirt. He swallowed your moans as you came, continuing your movements with his hands while your leg shook between his. You pulled your head back and he brushed your hair off your cheek, kissing it sloppily and telling you all the nasty things he wants to do to you.

It was only a minute before you were walking out with your hand in his, your dress pulled back down and your purse on your shoulder as Mason walked as fast as he could, wet patch on his jeans and lipstick on his face that he was far too drunk to care about.

#mason mount #mason mount x reader #mason mount imagine #football imagine #football #blurb #headcanon #my og post

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Erling Haaland blurb where a player from the opposite team says something to disrespect you during a game and Erling flips, getting red carded off.

(i mean we all saw how he protects his teammates, imagine what will happen if someone says something against his gf 🥺)

Erling got up off the ground, a grimace on his face as he wiped the grass off the fresh graze and cut on the side of his knee. He peered over his shoulder to see Hernandez getting a yellow card for the foul, clearly unimpressed at the sanction he was receiving. Players started to dissipate, a couple patting Erling's back on their way, Marco asking if he was alright. Erling shrugged it off, snarling back over his shoulder at the Bayern player when admittedly he shouldn't have. "Yeah he just shocked me." He said loudly so Marco could hear over the crowd noise, yet it was loud enough for Lucas' ears too.

Lucas was walking behind Erling back up the pitch and wouldn't let that look go unnoticed. "I'll shock you Haaland if that's what you want," he started trash talking but Erling ignored him, "you ask your girl to look after your knee yeah, she'll shock you too, telling you no because she'll be busy with me," Erling turned around at this, not able to pretend he couldn't hear him now your name was brought up. "Oh that get to you huh?" Lucas carried on taunting him as Erling came closer to him. "Don't talk about her, alright?" Erling was trying to stay calm as best as he could but with Lucas still talking it was getting harder. "I'll talk about her as much as I want, talk to her while she's on her knees for me, learning what a winner feels li-" he couldn't finish the word before Erling was pushing him down, one hand on his shoulder, one hand on his neck. The whistle blew as Erling stood over Lucas, and he was so enthralled in shouting threats at the player never to talk about you again that he only noticed the red card as Marco and Thorgan tried pushing him away from the commotion.

After a moment and a lot of shouted words from the captain, he started walking off the pitch, head hung at the way he reacted. He knew he needed to be on the pitch to help the team come back from the 1-0 they were under, but he didn't regret what he did at the same time. Erling would always protect you, by your side and without you there. Now, he just needed to get home to you.

#erling haaland #erling haaland imagine #erling haaland x reader #football imagine #football #blurb #headcanon #my og post

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Beach volleyball with Dele and both of you end up more competitive than you thought you’d be?

Dele had been playing with Eric whilst you and his girlfriend tanned on your loungers. But when she wanted to go in the water, Eric had followed and Dele convinced you to take his place. You'd picked up the rules they were playing with from watching them and felt fairly confident you could keep up with Dele. He kissed you as he gave you the ball so you could serve, smacking your ass to send you on your way. It took you four failed serves before he decided to do it himself, so this time if it did get over the net it wouldn't go right over his head instead.

The longer you played, the better you got. You'd smacked it out of his reach a number of times and bragged when you did, him shrugging it off and giving you the same back. He teased you relentlessly and talked all kinds of rubbish that he knew would be used against him if he lost his mojo. You both wanted to win so bad you had started keeping a tally in the sand beside the net post, on it's second life after Dele had smothered it out with his foot when he was 5-1 down.

Eric and his girlfriend had returned to a completely different couple to the one they left, no longer sharing cheeky touches and jokes but now eager to beat the other. Eric's girlfriend giggled as she ran between you and the net, ducking not to get hit while it was on Dele's side. But when the ball came back over, tipping past your fingertips, Eric had jumped and smacked it back to Dele's side. As soon as it hit the sand, shouts erupted as Dele protested but you insisted that the point was yours and you had gotten 10 points before him. Eric just laughed and held up his hands, giving the decision to the 'impartial judge'. Dele just grumbled to himself as he went to go buy you an ice cream after Eric's girlfriend declared you winner.

#dele alli #dele #dele imagine #dele x reader #eric dier #football imagine #football #blurb #headcanon #my og post

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For blurb day some joey gomez smut please - some hot thigh riding? 👀

smut warning ⚠️

"Yeah, I'll have to ask her later." He spoke down the phone to a person you didn't know, trying his hardest to sound composed, and if you knew no better you would have believed he was fine.

But you knew much better. You saw the way Joe's throat gulped down when you kissed under his jaw, your hand on the other side lightly scratching his beard. Joe held the phone away from his face a little so you didn't touch the screen and so the other person couldn't hear your quiet gasps. You had been making out on the sofa when the phone call interrupted the heated moment, but you just couldn't control yourself enough to wait. Despite Joe slightly moving his face out the way of your lips when he first picked up, he was now leaning into your touch. His arm had wrapped around your waist since you moved to straddle his thigh instead of his lap and his hand had only held you tighter as your hips slowly rocked against him. Your underwear and his shorts gave that needed friction you couldn't wait for as Joe tried and failed to listen to the man on the phone, having to ask him to repeat himself twice already. He had held his voice well, but you could hear the subtle falters as you picked up speed and clutched his shirt at the back of his shoulder. A moan escaped you louder than you meant it to and Joe instinctively hummed and grabbed your ass. You heard the man ask what the noise was and you couldn't hide your smirk, Joe feeling it against the crook of his neck along with your hot breath. He knew you were close as you struggled to swallow your moans. "You know what, I'm gonna have to call you back." He sighed into the phone, not waiting for a response before hanging up, dropping it on the cushions next to him and grabbing your hip with his now empty hand, just in time for the loud moans of your orgasm to sound freely in the room.

#joe gomez x reader #joe gomez imagine #football imagine #football #blurb #headcanon #my og post #joe gomez

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for the blurb night, maybe angsty one where Erling introduced you to his friends and like a week later he meets up with his friends again but this time without you and they start to be a bad influence on your relationship, by telling Erling he should be more „the man“ in the relationship and stuff like that, Erling starts listening to them and acts different with you, at first you ignored it bc you‘re confused where this is coming from but after some time you fighting with him about it

You had noticed the changes in his behaviour; how he had been working harder in the gym, how he held your hand tighter and pulled you along with him a little harder, how he turned down a pamper night with you he usually would have enjoyed relaxing with, how he'd insisted on being the big spoon on the nights you spent together. At first you thought it was strange but let it slip as you didn't want to cause a problem. But you couldn't ignore it any longer when you saw the pink and yellow string bracelet you'd bought him for his birthday - the one he loved and wore everyday, the one he kissed in a goal celebration for you - laying in the cup holder of his car for the third day in a row.

His hand was loosely linked with yours in your lap as he drove you both home. You stroked his bare wrist with your finger, preparing yourself for your upcoming question. "Hey Erl, where is your bracelet?" He hummed in question, frowning confused as he glanced at your hands before looking back at the road. "I must have forgotten it this morning, I don't like to shower with it on." He replied, focused on the road but clearly avoiding your gaze. He knew as soon as you saw his eyes you would see him lying.

"Is it something I've done?" You asked abruptly when he stopped in his driveway and Erling snapped his head at you. "What? No! I just forgot to put it back on elskling, it's okay-" "No," you interrupted him, stopping his hand from moving your hair, "it's not okay. It's just another thing you're ditching isn't it?" He frowned and shifted in his seat to face you after he took his keys out the ignition. "What's this about, baby?" He feigned innocence but he knew what it was, he just hoped you hadn't noticed his changes but you evidently had as you rapped them off to him, struggling to meet his eyes.

"It was um," Erling cleared his throat as he chose his words carefully, "it was this stupid comment my friend said when we went out the other week, that I was a 'different man, if he could even call me that', I don't know it just stuck with me," his words trailed off before he perked up a little, "he actually said you were a bad influence on me." Erling chuckled and shook his head as he tried to alleviate the tension.

It didn't work. He looked at you and his slight smile instantly dropped at your raised eyebrows. "I'm the bad influence?" You asked, shocked beyond belief at what you were hearing. Erling didn't catch the message and stuck to his guns. "Come on, it is a little… girly…" he muttered. That was enough for you - having heard all you needed to know, you grabbed the bracelet out the cup holder and threw it at him, getting out the car and slamming the door. "Where are you going, Y/N?" He shouted after you as he stood. Without looking back, you shouted over your shoulder, "Home. I'll walk if I have to. I can't look at you right now." Erling called your name again but you had your mind made up and carried on down the street with your bag on your shoulder and your hands shaking with anger.

#erling haaland #erling haaland x reader #erling haaland imagine #football imagine #football #blurb #headcanon #my og post

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being a singer and dating emile so he comes to all your sound checks and you always mess about?

You stood on the stage by your mic stand, still in your travel clothes since you hadn't been off your tour bus long, only now you had your boyfriend's jacket covering you too. After a gulp of water and a thumbs up from a man in headphones, your band played the music and you started singing a second song to check the sound.

When you finished, the music was replaced with Emile's round of applause from his position in the seats up the side of the empty crowd, his feet up on the seat in front of him. You bowed over in his direction, unable to stop your laugh at his loud whistle. Some would have been embarrassed by his actions but you couldn't be. Emile came to your soundchecks every time he could, preferring the relaxed environment to the actual concert, and he loved joking around with you so much. He got to see you in your element doing what you do best without a load of strangers around him. It felt like a mini personal concert and he always indulged in the feeling. Your band even looked forward to Emile showing up at this point.

Plus how could you be embarrassed by him cheering for you, when the first song you sound-checked had him standing in front of the stage filming an instagram story as he danced and sang along, the only fan in the big space until the night came around.

#emile smith rowe #emile smith rowe imagine #emile smith rowe x reader #football imagine #football #blurb #headcanon #my og post

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Mason sending you simple little texts throughout the day to keep you going💘

Mason knew you had a bad weekend and, with him travelling abroad for his Champions League group stage match, he felt awful for not being there to comfort you properly.  As soon as he woke up he texted you, wishing he was rolling over to cuddle you instead of seeing Ben snoring on the other bed of the hotel room. You could have gotten lost in your morning sweet talk if you didn't have to get ready for a stressful day at work. Coupled up with all the struggles you'd had the past few days it was the last thing you wanted, but Mason promised to be with you as much as he could from all those miles away.

Since his long chain of texts gearing you up before you got out of your car, every time you got a chance to look at your phone it was alight with a fresh text from your boyfriend. He checked in on you, reassured you, and gave you an extra push to keep powering through. He even sent texts while he sat on the plane home, telling you funny things he saw and complaining about Ben's snoring again. All day Mason made you smile and distracted you from your rough emotions and you couldn't be more thankful to have him. But your favourite texts during the day were the ones in which he outlined what you were going to do when you both got home; cuddles, kisses, and comfort galore to cheer you up in the right way.

#mason mount #mason mount x reader #mason mount imagine #football imagine #football #blurb #headcanon #my og post