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A Family Affair | Euro 2020 Football Fanfiction

My loves, this is the end of AFA & I can't tell you how sad I am for this little story to be over :( There are a couple of people I need to thank so bear with me...Amy (@footballffbarbiex) for making me believe I could write this and that people will want to read it, thank you forever. Em (@emwritesfootball) for being my fabulous proof reader and always being there for me to bounce ideas off of, thank you. And to allllllllllll of you who read, like, reblog and message me - THANK YOU I LOVE YOU!!! Ok enough with my Oscar's speech, please enjoy la parte finale. Love always, Steph xx

Part 12 | la parte finale

warnings; none - except maybe tears because this is the final part :( word count; 2367 writing tools; third person until dashed line, first person thereafter. tags (as requested by users); @footballffbarbiex @obsesseds-world @abysshaven link to fic masterlist here

The end of the international break had approached both squads with rapid speed, before they knew it the 3 weeks was up and it was time for their final friendly match before returning to club duties. It was a rematch of the European final from just a few months earlier, only this time - it was being played in Rome. Preparing her team to meet their opponents had been a bit trickier than last time. Of course, the boys were fired up and raring to go, but the bitterness and anger that drove her to push them harder last time wasn’t there. They were now going up against some of her closest friends as well as her family.

In a strange moment of deja vu, Amelia looked down the tunnel as both teams lined up side by side to walk out onto the pitch together. Just like the last time, her father passed her and gave her a reassuring rub to the back of her neck and made his way down through the centre aisle with his staff. Following him, and just like last time, she made her way down whilst pressing a kiss to both cheeks of her Italian men. Reaching her brother, she pressed a kiss to his cheek also, however unlike the last time he gave her a wink back. The atmosphere was different this time, it was a friendly game and there was no title at stake here - only pride. This time, however, as she passed the Three Lions Number 21, her right hand found his left one for just a moment, before giving it a gentle squeeze and continuing down her own line. He had maintained his focus forward, didn’t even blink at the girl’s actions, and by the time she got to Fede who had been watching the encounter she had made her mind up that he wanted nothing to do with her.

This friendly-match had Amelia in a bundle of nerves, dissimilar to the euro final, Amelia was confident in her ability purely due to the fact that she was well prepared. This time however, whilst she was just as well-prepared as last time, she also knew that a fair few English players had adopted her playing style as their own and knew the kind of tactic required to stop the Italian attack and penetrate the great wall of Rome: Chiellini and Bonucci. This, coupled with the fact that both sides seemed to be playing with a touch more aggression than she expected, led to her being on the edge of her seat for most of the game. A late first half goal from Jorginho had her up out of her seat, cheering for the midfield maestro. However, it was a late second half goal that had her smiling from ear to ear, whilst trying to remember to keep her bum in her chair - she wasn’t supposed to be cheering for the enemy after all. How could she not though? Ben Chilwell had scored the equaliser. Using the play they had spent so many hours perfecting, just the two of them out on the pitch at Cobham. Scoring his goal, celebrating with his team and the away fans, she had clapped with an appropriate level of enthusiasm until she noticed him look her way, pull the centre of his jersey toward his face and give it a kiss. She moved her hand to touch that spot on her own jersey. Fingers running over the embroidery that she had stitched into every one of her official matchday tops, a memento to keep her family close to her heart - the embroidery featured the word ‘WHITE’ followed by the colours of the italian flag. For this match however, she had something extra added. Did Ben know about her newest addition?

After the match.

“Chilwell! Wait Up!” Federico Bernardeschi called down the tunnel whilst jogging to catch up with his opposition player.

“Can I give you some advice? Don’t let her go. I did, and whilst it was the right thing for me to do, it's something I regret deeply. You don’t realise just how much she adds to your life until she's gone. You’ll come to realise that she is the sunshine after any storm, but she is also the storm itself. Any day without her is a little less bright.”

In a moment of vulnerability, Ben decided to open up to the man that he didn’t know more than a bar of soap, who was coincidentally the same man who knew all there was to know about Amelia.

“She really is sunshine personified, isn’t she?” Ben smiled at the thought of the girl, thinking back on all of the laughs that they shared together in Mykonos.

“Normally yes, but these past few weeks that she has been without you she has been a little less bright. You complete her, whether she has realised yet I’m not sure but I am sure that she misses you. I think more than she ever missed me.”

“Ben, there are two kinds of compliments you can give a woman. The first, something she already thinks about herself but needs reconfirmed. The second, the things she doesn’t think anyone else notices about her. The second kind matters more.”

“You like because, and you love despite. Think about that Ben.”

“I don’t know if I love her, yet.”

“I think you do know. Otherwise you wouldn’t have asked the kitman for a little something extra on tonight's jersey.”

“What are you talking about? How do you know?”

“Ah, Benjamin, a good spy never tells his secrets” With that, Federico continued his walk back to the changerooms. “She’s out on the pitch, Ben.” He called without looking back, confident that the player was already making his way out there.

Walking up to the centre circle, where Amelia was currently sitting down on the pitch with her arms behind her and her legs stretched out in front. Taking in the atmosphere of Stadio Olympico in Rome, her favourite stadium in the world. What surprised her the most was just how quickly Stamford Bridge had crept itself up the ranks and into the second spot of her heart.

Without wanting to startle her, Ben started talking to her from a few meters away - not bothered about the few lingering souls out and about. This was his time to make her his, and nothing was going to get in his way.

“You know, a wise person once said to me that you like someone because, but you love them despite” He called out to her.

Turning around, she was surprised to see him. After the cold shoulder she received earlier she hadn’t imagined she would have the opportunity to talk to the blue-eyed beauty any time soon.

“What person was that?” She asked back, softly, not wanting to spook him off.

“Fede”

She tried to hide the shock on her face, what on earth had told her ex-lover she wanted him to talk to her current lover...if you could even call Ben that. Maybe it was more appropriate for him to be referred to as Amelia’s almost-until-she-fucked-it-lover. That was a bit long winded...maybe-lover should suffice. Whilst she was having this internal struggle, all thoughts swirling around her head, Ben had reached the centre circle and sat to the left of the girl, close enough that she could see the calmness behind his eyes.

“He’s right you know, he’s not always right but this time he definitely is. For example, he was wrong to let you go. There would be no chance in hell that I would let you slip away from me as easily as he did.

“I like you because you’re smart, so unbelievably beautiful and just as confident as anyone I've ever met. But I love you, despite the fact that you drive me mad with just how brilliant you are even if you don’t acknowledge yourself. You are destined for greatness, Amelia White. And I just hope that when you do get to where you want to be, that I'm still right there with you.”

Looking at him with tears in her eyes whilst his own were telling her that there wasn’t an ounce of hesitation behind his words. He loved her. And that's all she needed. Standing up, she pulled him up by his hands and pulled him in so close that she could feel the muscles in his back contract as he wrapped her up in a hug of his own, these were the hugs that she wished could be reserved for her. No one else needed to know the power behind these hugs, they could make her fall for him over and over again. One hand across her shoulders, the other palming the back of her head and pushing her into his chest so she could feel his heart beat - after all it beats just for her.

“Ben, why did you kiss your shirt today after you scored?” She asked the taller man as he continued to enjoy the feeling of having her back in his arms, where she belonged for all of this time.

“I wanted to feel close to you, and I thought maybe you were onto something with your superstitions”. Regrettably pulling himself away from her, he pulled off his shirt to reveal the toned skin of his chest, but also the small embroidery on the inside fabric that resembled her own...except this time it read MILS with a small Italian flag. Feeling her heart swell inside her chest, she beamed up at the man who was patiently waiting for her reaction to the gesture of love.

“I think it worked Ben” Pulling her shirt away from her chest enough that she could stretch it and show the inside fabric to him, hers reading WHITE with the Italian flag, but also a small BENJ with the British flag next to it. Her way of keeping him, and her family, close to her heart where she felt them the most.

He could only imagine that Amelia felt when reading his shirt was only a fraction of what he was feeling at that moment, for it was impossible for anyone to love someone the way that he loved her. His mum always told him not to fall for the girl who gives him butterflies, because he would be addicted to the feeling and would constantly be on the chase for it, but to fall for the girl who calmed him down, made him feel secure and like he needed her air to breathe. Butterflies were warning signs, but the sight of Amelia reminded him of seeing the light on in the hall after an away match - he was home. She was his home.

Pulling her back to his chest, except this time he was shirtless. Amelia ran her hands down his back whilst his hands settled at the base of her spine, she rested her chin on his chest and stared up at the man that her heart had grown to love. Ben moved his hands upwards until he tangled them in her wavy hair, moving his lips to cover her own. The kiss said everything they needed to share with each other. I miss you. I love you. Never leave me again.

“Oi! You two! Break it up! There are kids here!” A quick yell broke the two out of their bliss, looking over to see none other than Kyle Walker standing at the end of the tunnel, looking towards them with a mischievous look on his face.

“Kyle, cover your eyes, you’re too pure to be exposed to such adult behaviour!” And just as though God had been listening, from behind him walked out Federico, to cover the eyes of Kyle Walker. Amelia and Ben didn’t realise that the two were even remotely friendly, however they had found a mutual interest - annoying their two friends that had finally admitted their feelings to each other.

“Pipe down you two” Ben joked as the pair of them walked hand in hand towards the jokesters, Ben eventually lifting his left hand to move their entwined hands to Amelia’s left shoulder, her own right arm moving to wrap around his waist. A way he could bring her physically closer to him. Amelia not resisting the gesture, anything to feel his smooth skin against her own.

“Fede, I hope you know that I'm going to be Amelia’s maid of honor at the wedding. That's not going to be a problem for you is it?” Kyle began to seriously discuss the future event with his new Italian partner in crime.

“No Kyle, that's fine - I'm the flower boy though. Jorgi is going to pull me down the aisle in a red cart while I throw rose petals at everyone” Fede joked back, the two of them pretending that the new couple couldn’t hear them as they walked down the tunnel back to the changerooms.

“What are they like?” Ben laughed into the top of Amelia’s hair, still maintaining his grip on the girl he had been without for 3 weeks. With a grin from ear to ear, and an overwhelming feeling of love about her, Amelia stopped Ben in his tracks before the two had to go their separate ways to rejoin their respective teams.

“Just so you’re aware, I love you too. And I am so sorry for everything that I put us through these past weeks. I want you to know that i’m all in, and i’m all yours...if you’ll have me”

“Stop being a silly muppet, of course I'll have you, all of you. Even the parts that drive me insane. There is no way I am letting anyone else have you. You’re all mine, Mils”

“Glad to know the feelings mutual, Chilly”

“Oi, what did I say about that! Only friends call me Chilly...and you are not my friend”

Bursting into laughter as she tried to pull away from him, only to be pulled back and wrapped up into his arms, her head against his chest.

“I love you, Benj”

“I love you right back, Mils”

finito.

BONUS #BAMELIA MOMENT - Champions Again | di nuovo campioni

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footballffbarbiex · 3 years

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Anto’s birthday blurb 1

Words: 417 Type: smutty Request: “Happy bday” early morning blowjob is a must.

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You know he’s slowly coming out of his sleep when his breathing changes and he makes his little half moans. With a deep intake of breath, Antoine stretches his arms above his head and tries to open his eyes. With heavy, sleep filled eyes, he pulls an expression which tells you that he’s unhappy to be awake this early.

“Nooo, don’t go back to sleep,” you whisper as he gives a full groan and tries to turn away. “I’ve been waiting for you to wake up.”

“Too early.” He croaks.

“It’s your birthday though.”

“So let me sleep.” You sigh at his words.

“I wanted to give you your first present.” you tell him, fingers stroking over his side, your words earning one eye to open and his lips to tug into a curve.

“What kind of present?”

“You don’t have to move. Much. Just open your legs...” your fingers trail down his bare chest, circle the soft hair at his belly button and dip lower to where the bedding hugs his waist, and a generous swell now twitches against the cotton.

“I guess I could stay awake...” he grins as he parts his thighs, giving enough room for you to slip between them as your lips connect with the skin at his chest. Your tongue swirls around his nipple, flicking over it until it hardens, and he grinds his hips pathetically against your body. When you switch to his other nipple which is already begging for the same treatment as the other, you dip your hand lower beneath the sheets and grip him through his boxers and stroke him until his boxer shorts develop a wet patch from the pre-cum that each stroke pulls from the slit.

Your mouth moves lower and without being prompted, Antoine lifts his hips for his boxers to be pulled down to his thighs. Sinking your lips down the inches he has to offer until he nudges the back of your throat, you hum around him as you pull back to the soft, velvety head and your tongue swirls around it.

“Still want to go to sleep?”

“Present first,” he whines, hand itching to scoop your hair up onto your head so he has a perfect view of you sucking his cock and encourage you back down onto it but before he can, you take him once more and an animalistic groan sounds in his throat as you nuzzle your way down to his pubic bone, sheathing him completely within you.

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penguintransporter · 3 years

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Daisies (a short “anyone you want it to be with” story) Part II

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According to one of the many dictionaries around the world wide web, the word regret can be described as ‘a feeling of sadness about something sad or wrong, or about a mistake that one has made, and a wish that it could have been different and better’.

No human being is spared of the particular feeling of regret at some point in life, and as such, it exists to teach us new views and ways of doing things differently. After all, we, people are born to make mistakes, to repent and to carry the consequences of things we did or things we do, and in the end, we are made to learn from our experiences.

Still, humans wouldn’t be humans if there weren’t exceptions, and he knows he is one of them.

As he sits up and reaches out for his watch that had been resting on the bedside table, he adds another thing to, what it felt like, a never-ending list of the things he is going to regret sooner or later. Like hypnotized, he finds himself staring at time as it slowly ticks away – each second feeling heavier than the one before, and it takes him a good, full minute before he blinks and looks down at her.

She has a questioning look on her face, but she doesn’t say anything as she pulls the cream-coloured sheet over her chest, which in return, exposes her smooth leg that he eagerly touched, just a handful minutes ago, but now, it makes him sick just to think about his own behaviour. He feels like an awful person for using her as a distraction; for giving in into yet another act of intimacy that meant very little once the moment of bliss and satisfaction left his body.

But, fight fire with fire, they say.

He gives her a small smile – just a lift of one of the corners of his mouth before he looks away and smoothly gets up to put his clothes back.

Both his heart and his head were a mess.

The mess he created with his own behaviour and poorly made decisions.

What are you doing?

He wasn’t supposed to be there, in this minimally furnished bedroom, sitting half-naked at the edge of this enormous bed.

He was supposed to be on the other side of the city, at the airport, just like everyone else who cared about her, and as he slips his t-shirt on, he cannot help but wonder if she even had the tiniest clue about why he couldn’t bring himself to be there? If she expected his absence?

A coward at his finest.

Truth to be told, and he can only be honest with himself when he thinks, he wanted to be there.

He wanted to be there to give her a hug, to wrap his arms around her and breathe in the faint traces of her perfume that seemed to be stuck in every item of clothing she owned – daisies-patterned or not. He wanted to be there for her, like he should, to whisper in her ear to take care of herself and to call him often; to visit whenever.

More than anything, he wanted to admit to her how much he cares, and even if his own idiocy caused her pain in the past, he wanted to be a selfish bastard one last time and ask for another chance for a future together.

He wanted to tell her how much he wants her, every bit of her; how much he needs her.

How much he regrets that he let her slip away.

If only he had the guts to be there and to be honest with her for once. Maybe she would have changed her mind and stayed? Maybe she would have, just like in the movies, turned around just before boarding her flight? Maybe she would have ran into his arms and he was sure that he would have held her, never letting go.

If only.

He knows that he is being foolish.

To think that some empty words would change her mind and make her stay was the most ridiculous thing to do, because, how can he even begin to ponder that he deserves another chance? That he has any right to be selfish?

Deep down he knows that he doesn’t, because, when she held her heart on her sleeve for him to take it, he ignored it, pushing it aside; toppling it over with force and shattering it.

Because all the others were more interesting, more exciting, more everything.

He trampled over the field of daisies, leaving a trail of broken stems behind.

How can he even think that some words would make them heal; make them flower again.

“You can stay, you know,” she speaks as she props herself on her elbow.

He shrugs a little, getting up. “I have some plans for later.”

No, he doesn’t.

She doesn’t say anything, but he knows that she’s watching him because he feels her eyes following his every move, but he finds it difficult to look back. Ashamed, disgusted and annoyed with himself – that’s how he feels because he knows how wrong it is to keep this farce of a relationship going; to keep hurting her, to use her as a distraction. Many men and women would have been more than happy to have someone as stunning as she is as their partner, and at one point in his life, he was one of them, but now, nothing about the relationship felt right.

Empty, shallow conversation that didn’t matter, curt answers, with silence filled moments, and occasional sex was all that was left out of them ever since he realised he was in love with someone else. Ever since he began to imagine some other lips kissing him, some other body in his arms, some other fingers crawling at his back; some other breaths and moans against his cheek – his relationship with the girl who watches him curiously as he dresses himself in a dimly lit room he once was familiar with, deteriorated.

Daisies.

When he finally leaves her apartment, clutching his phone in his hand, he isn’t surprised to see several missed calls and few unread text messages – all of which came from the same person – his teammate, and one of the people who tried to take off the blindfold he carried over his eyes.

As his eyes scan over the screen, each line of the text slaps him harder than the previous one.

You should have been here.

You owe her that much.

Are you really not going to show up?

And then, the last slap that knocks him out – figuratively – is the photograph.

Five people that he cared about so dearly, all huddled together as they grinned at the camera, but his eyes stay locked at one face in particular, and that’s when the regret for not being there overwhelms him even more than before.

Is this how it will end?

Will their story end before it had the chance to begin?

Seeing their faces in that single picture; seeing her bright smile, and those eyes shadowed with sadness – he wishes that he was there as well, next to her, having his arms around his friends, pulling a face or telling a bad pun that would make them laugh before the flash goes off.

The watch on his hand ticks away slowly as he sits in his car, slamming the doors harder than he wanted to. Even if he starts to drive now, breaking every speed limit and ignoring every red light on his way, he wouldn’t be able to get there on time.

He wouldn’t be able to get there on time to hug her, to say every word that was on his mind; to make her stay.

Like writing a poetry book, he adds another verse of regret, lined up perfectly – one after another as he backs his car onto the road, taking the opposite direction to the one that would take him to the airport.

He was late.

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part III

Hope you liked the second part, there will be third part as well, if not tonight then mid-week. I had a really rough and busy patch at work last week so I wasn’t able to update. Make sure to check out my masterlist (pinned post), and to tell me what you think about this one. As before, I kinda want to tag people here because I think they are all amazing writers and mutuals.

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nuestraluzdelaluna · 3 years

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Thank you guys so much for 200 followers, this means so much to me!! Special thank you to everyone that’s always commenting and reblogging works, y’all are angels.

Since i love prompt lists i decided to do my own. So inspired by @emwritesfootball and @footballerimaginess put together a list with prompts i loved.

All credits for the prompts go to @creativepromptsforwriting and @palettes-and-prompts, check out they’re pages they are amazing!!

Request with the number and from which list you are choosing from,i’ll be taking more than one person for each prompt. If they’re crossed out they’re taken.

Touching

Feeling another human’s touch.

full masterlist

1) touching foreheads

2) running fingers through hair | Julian Brandt | Virgil van Dijk | Leon Goretzka

3) hiding face in neck | Kylian mbappé | Jadon sancho | Leroy sané

4) caressing the other’s hand | Dele | Leon Goretzka

5) feeling their pulse

6) patting the other’s head | James Maddison

7) holding hands | Leroy Sané | Kai Havertz

8) shielding the other one with their body | Jadon sancho | Leon Goretzka

9) listening to the other’s heartbeat | Reiss Nelson

10) spooning at night | Leon Goretzka | Mason Mount | Dominic Calvert-Lewin

11) laying their hand on the other’s neck | Dele

12) pushing a strand of hair behind their ear | Virgil van dijk

13) nudging the other one | Leon Goretzka

14) putting an arm around the other’s waist | Leon Goretzka | Kai Havertz

15) hugging each other | Robin koch

16) massaging them | Joe Gomez | Kai Havertz | Leon Goretzka

17) holding the other’s chin up | Dominic Calvert-Lewin

18) squishing the other’s cheek | Mason Mount

19) high fiving | Leon Goretzka

20) bandaging/stitching up an injury | Dominic Calvert-Lewin | Joe Gomez

21) kissing the other’s brow

22) falling asleep on the other’s shoulder

23) carrying the other one in their arms | Dele | Trent Alexander-Arnold

24) whispering in their ear, lips touching the skin | Son Heung-Min | Ben Chilwell

25) stroking the other’s arm soothingly | Héctor Bellerín

26) kissing the top of their head | Julian Brandt

27) pulling the other one towards them | Dominic Calvert-Lewin | Leon Goretzka | Dele

28) feeling for each other in the dark | Dominic Calvert-Lewin

29) tickling the other one | Mason Mount

30) grabbing onto their arm | Mason Mount

31) doing a pinky swear | Ben Chilwell

32) caressing the other’s back | Jadon Sancho

33) washing the other’s body | Julian Brandt | Kai Havertz | Joe Gomez

34) kissing their bruises and scars | Jadon sancho | Trent Alexander-Arnold

35) putting their head on the other’s chest | Robin Koch

36) stroking their leg | Mason Mount

37) patting them on the back | Héctor Bellerín

38) sitting close and knees touching | Dominic Calvert-Lewin

39) braiding the other’s hair

40) sitting on the other’s lap | Kai Havertz

41) touching their elbow to get their attention

Kisses

Showing affections.

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1) goodnight kisses | Harry winks

2) hand kisses | Jadon sancho

3) smiling while kissing | Jadon Sancho | Serge Gnabry

4) lips barely touching | Héctor Bellerín

5) morning kisses | Julian Brandt

6) slow kisses | Virgil Van Dijk

7) passionate kisses | Joe Gomez | Mason Mount

8) kisses on the cheek | Dele

9) first kisses | Dominic Calvert-Lewin

10) goodbye kisses

11) welcome home kisses | Leon Goretzka

12) kisses on the corner of their mouth | Dominic Calvert-Lewin

13) frustrated kisses | Dominic Calvert-Lewin

14)kissing each other breathless | Son Heung-Min

15) soothing kisses | Trent Alexander-Arnold

16) nose kisses

16) kisses as a promises | Héctor Bellerín

17) short pecks | Ben chilwell

18) forehead kisses | Jude Bellingham

19) kisses on head

20) “we’ll face this together” kisses | Mason Mount

21) kisses in the rain | Leon Goretzka

22) hard kisses | Ben Chilwell

23) giggling while kissing | Leon Goretzka

24) desperate kisses | Dominic Calvert-Lewin | Kai Havertz

25) neck kisses | Jadon sancho

26) hushed conversation in-between kisses |Jadon Sancho

27) eyelid kisses

28) gentle stroking of cheeks

29) small kisses | Jude Bellingham

30) kissing it better | Dominic Calvert-Lewin

31) jaw kisses | Kai Havertz | Robin Koch | Dominic Calvert-Lewin

32) wake-up kisses | Leon Goretzka

33) kissing away tears | Jadon Sancho

34) public kisses | Mason Mount

35) relieved kisses | Trent Alexander-Arnold

36) kisses for comfort

37) tummy kisses | Héctor Bellerín | Leon Goretzka

38) kisses to shut them up | Julian Brandt | Mason Mount

39) slowly kissing down the body | Joe Gomez

40) “we’ll see each other again” kisses | Kylian mbappe

41) kissing each finger

42) sleepy kisses | Dominic Calvert-Lewin

43) angry kisses | Jadon sancho

44) feather-light kisses

45) kisses with trembling lips | Joe Gomez

Smut dialogue prompts

1) “You know, you always look so much better when I mark you up.” | Julian Brandt

2) “You look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat.”

3) “How do you feel about adding another person to the mix?” | Jadon sancho

4) “You’d better be quiet if you don’t want to get caught.” | Joe Gomez | Ben Chilwell

5) “You look good all soaking wet.” | Dele

6) “Are you sure that’s what you want? I could really hurt you.” | Jadon sancho | Virgil van Dijk

7) “Oh my god you’re so much better than the last person I was with.”

8) “If you’re going to act like a little brat then I’m going to treat you like a little brat.” | Leon Goretzka | Jadon Sancho

9) “I don’t care how good it feels you’d better not cum until I tell you to.” | Jadon sancho

10) “Look, I’m not into choking but I wouldn’t mind if you grabbed me by the neck every once in a while.” | Virgil van Dijk

11) “I bet you think you’re real cute letting them put their hands all over you. We’ll see how cute you look later when I get you home.” | Jadon Sancho

12) “You don’t have to be gentle with me, I don’t break easily.” | Trent Alexander Arnold

13) “Touch yourself for me.” | Virgil van dijk

14) “Do you think you deserve to be punished?”

15) “You take my fingers so well don’t you?” | Karin Havertz

16) “Shut up and take your pants off.” | Leon Goretzka

17) “When I get home I expect you to be undressed and waiting on all fours for me.” | Mason Mount

18) “Are you wearing my shirt?” | Dominic Calvert-Lewin

19) “Do you need me to finger you first?” | Leon Goretzka

20) “You’d better be quiet or everyone’s going to know what a naughty little slut you are.” | Mason Mount

21) “Did I stutter? Do as you’re told!” | Jadon Sancho

22) “Look at you, I’ve only started using my fingers and you’re already shaking.” | Ben chilwell

23) “I can’t wait to be on my knees for you later.” | Jadon sancho

24) “Maybe if I punish you it’ll help you remember who you belong to next time.” | Trent Alexander-Arnold

25) “Do you want it on your back or would you like to be on your stomach?” | Mason Mount

26) “Suck on my fingers and get them nice and wet for me.” | Leon Goretzka

27) “Oh honey, you know, you really shouldn’t tease me.” | Dominic Calvert-Lewin

28) “If you keep making those sounds I’m not going to be able to stop myself.” | Dominic Calvert-Lewin

29) “Take it off. Slowly.” | Héctor Bellerín

30) “Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?”

31) “Why don’t you go put on something pretty for me?” | Eric Dier

32) “Kitten, don’t make me tell you twice.” | Héctor Bellerín | Trent Alexander-Arnold

33) “Pushing back against my fingers already? How pathetic.” | Trent Alexander-Arnold

34) “I love the sounds you make when you come undone.” | Dominic Calvert-Lewin

35) “Maybe I should get you a collar so you don’t forget who you belong to.” | Julian Brandt

36) “You’d better watch your fucking mouth.”

37) “Did I say you could stop?”

38) “I need you. Now!” | Son Heung-Min

39) “I’m so sick of your voice. Why don’t you come over here and put your mouth to better use?”

40) “I love the way you look with my fingers inside you.” | Virgil van dijk

41) “You keep acting like a little brat and I’ll take you over my knee right here, I don’t care how many people are watching.” | John stones

42) “I guess I’ll just get off all by myself.”

43) “Don’t you want to play with me? | Leon Goretzka

44) "Yes! I mean yes, Sir!” | John stones

45) “When we get home I’m cuffing you to the bed and going down on you all night until my jaw is sore.” | Dominic Calvert-Lewin | Kylian Mbappé

46) “Wanna see what I’m wearing underneath all this?” | Leon Goretzka

47) “You deserve a reward for being so good today, what would you like it to be?”

48) “I can’t wait to put bruises all over that pretty skin.”

49) “You look so good on your knees like that.”

50) “I only want to please you.”

51) “Did you touch yourself while I was gone?”

52) “Are you going to be good from now on?”

53) “Is that a tattoo?” | Julian Brandt

54) “These walls are pretty thick, which means you and I can be as loud as we want.”

55) “Well, since you want to cum so badly, why don’t we see how many times I can make you cum right now.” | Joe Gomez | Mason Mount

56) “Come sit on my face, let me show you how much I missed you.” | Kai Havertz | Dominic Calvert-Lewin

57) “I wonder what your girlfriend/boyfriend would do if they knew what you were doing right now.” | Trent Alexander-Arnold | Joe Gomez

58) “Do you know how beautiful you are? It’s truly distracting.” | Héctor Bellerín | Leon Goretzka

59) “So desperate for it, aren’t you? Well, if you want it so bad you’d better start taking it.” | Joe Gomez

60) “Please? I’ll be good, I promise!”

61) “If you don’t change out of those shorts and into some pants I’ll have them around your ankles by lunch time.” | Julian Brandt

62) “I bet all our neighbors can hear you, I bet they all know what a dirty little slut you are.”

63) “Open your mouth.” | John stones

64) “I never knew someone could cum that fast just from a few fingers.” | Leon Goretzka

65) “Pull my hair!”

66) “If you leave the house wearing that then the second you get back home I’m going to bend you over that bed.”| Leon Goretzka

67) “If you want to cum you’d better beg.”

68) “You know I don’t like to be teased.”

69) “Come here, baby, let Mommy/Daddy take care of you.” | Julian Brandt

70) "Say my name over and over again and, once you think you’ve said it loud enough, scream it. I want the whole neighborhood to know who’s making you feel good.“ | Julian Brandt.

71) "I’m gonna fuck you in front of the mirror, I want you to see how pretty you look when you’re spreading your legs for me.” | Dominic Calvert-Lewin

72) “Maybe I should leave you like this, that way anyone who wanted to use you could have a go with you. Would you like that?” | Trent Alexander-Arnold

73) “I wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it.” | Dominic Calvert-Lewin

74) “Wow, I think you’re blushing even redder than the vibrator inside you.” | Virgil van Dijk

75) “You know, you look real pretty when you cry.” | Julian Brandt

76) “I think I like you better with a gag in your mouth.” | Neco Williams

77) “Tell me what you like.” | Trent alexander-arnold

78) “Shh, don’t worry, I’ll take very good care of you.” | Jadon sancho

79) “Look at you, grinding against everything, you’re really desperate for it. Aren’t you?” | Leon Goretzka

80) “How do you feel about two at once?”

81) “Is that a thong?” | Joe Gomez

82) “Yeah, that’s it, baby, just like that.” | Jadon sancho

83) “Aww, poor baby, you want me to take care of it for you?”

84) “I love it when you dress up for me.”

85) “Did you dress up just for me?” | Eric Dier

86) “Let me show you what happens to little brats who don’t follow the rules.” | Trent Alexander-Arnold

87) “Think you can handle that much?”

88) “Mmm, good morning to you too.” | Son Heung-Min

89) “Just pull the car over!”

90) “What’s wrong? I thought you liked teasing.” | Héctor Bellerín

91) “Aww, is my little princess/prince getting shy?” | jadon sancho

92) “Come on, take it all on your own like a good little pet.”

93) “It’s okay, honey, you can pull my hair as hard as you want while I’m between your legs.” | Kai Havertz | Mason Mount

94) “Be a good girl/boy and do what I tell you.”

95) “That tickles.”

96) “Were you touching yourself without permission?”

97) “I think you forgot to lock the door, that means anyone could walk right in and see you like this.” | Trent Alexander-Arnold

98) “I see the gift I got you fits well.” | Leon Goretzka

99) “You know, there wasn’t a single thing to eat in the kitchen until you walked in.” | Ben Chilwell

100) “Call me selfish, but I don’t ever want anyone else to touch you.” | Jadon sancho

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A Family Affair | Euro 2020 Football Fanfiction

Hi besties!! here is the long awaited part 9!! I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did whilst writing it!! a big thank you goes to @emwritesfootball for proofing this part & making sure its up to scratch for all of you lovely readers! Let me know what you think babes hehehe!! Love Always, Steph xx

Part 9. | nona parte

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The season kicked off in the middle of August and Amelia had been more than prepared for her first match in the premier league. She spent day after day analysing the players in the first team, introducing them to the magical world of rehearsed tactics. It wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows for the brilliant girl; she had to learn how to implement the plays coupled with the speed of the game. But so far, so good. Chelsea have been winning and her plays have been working, the boys were getting the hang of it - no matter how apprehensive they were at the start.

Jorgi played a big part in demonstrating the success of the play, performing best in his midfield role to guide the game and direct the change in play to his teammates. By the time they had played a few fixtures, they had really gotten the hang of her approach to set pieces and began to put their trust in the young girl. They were starting to see results and wanted to keep the winning streak going while they could. The fourth fixture in the new season was one that Amelia was looking forward to, personally: Chelsea v Aston Villa, Stamford Bridge, 3pm kick off.

Jack and Amelia had grown closer and closer, FaceTime‘dates’ as Jack would call them, a weekly occurrence. She had spoken to him just as much as she had spoken to Jorgi - and they were still carpooling to and from Cobham together. Her friendship with Jack was full of easy conversation and flirtatious banter, teetering over the line of friendship but being that they were kept physically apart, the friendship line remained largely intact. One person that had drifted even further away from her, despite her believing that it couldn't be possible, was Ben Chilwell.

Every time she walked into a room that he was in, if he didn't have to be there he would immediately leave. Amelia didn’t understand what the problem was. Yeah sure, they were flirty together in Mykonos but they never crossed a line together, no matter how many times the wine went straight to their heads. If anything, she should be the one running away from him. She was the one who sent him a couple of messages here and there that he just opened. She spoke to Mason, Jorgi, Billy Gilmour - who was another one of the boys she had developed a strong friendship with - and all of them insisted they didn’t understand their friend's strange behaviour.

On the evening before the Villa match, Amelia was laying on the couch in her townhouse binge watching yet another docu-series on Netflix when her doorbell rang. This was strange, most people that came past the house these days had their own set of keys (her parents, her brother, Jorgi) or they texted to let her know they were outside. Her townhouse was three stories high, so if she was upstairs on the top level vacuuming the chances of her hearing the door were slim to none. Either way, she got up off of her loveseat and walked to the front door, peeking through the peephole - she lived in London, alone, she wasn’t opening that door until she knew exactly who was on the other side.

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“To what do I owe this visit, Benjamin?”

“Hi, Mils.”

“Wow, nickname basis already - I thought only friends called each other by their nicknames.”

“Did you think we weren’t friends?”

“Well, friends don’t treat friends the way you’ve treated me since the evening I left Mykonos.”

With a sigh, Ben looked down at his feet. I did feel a small bit of guilt for that one, but he deserved it. Continuing to find the cracks in the marble step of my door’s threshold more interesting than facing my expression, I took a step back and forced Ben to look up at me.

“Well, are you going to come inside? I’ve got the kettle on and a really good series going that I would like to get back to.”

With a charming smile, Ben took a step forward, took the door handle out of my hand and shut it behind him. Slipping out of his shoes, he followed me down the short hallway to my kitchen and pulled a seat out at the island bench.

“So, really now - why are you here? Nervous about tomorrow?” I questioned as I took two cups out of the cupboard and brewed one tea for him, one coffee for me. 3 years in Italy and coffee in the evening became the norm for me. It was my comfort drink.

“I’m here to apologise for the way I've been acting towards you for the past six weeks. I’ll be honest, I don’t know why I’ve been like this”

“Cut the crap Ben, you know exactly why you’ve been doing it. Now tell me the truth or, as far as I'm concerned, you never came here tonight and tomorrow we will be back to how we were yesterday - you running away from me and me pretending that it doesn't bother me. Even though all it does is bother me.” Not expecting that outburst to come out of me, and to be fair neither did I, Ben looked me in the eye and stayed silent, choosing his next words carefully.

“The first time I saw you, the night you told your brother off in the rec room at St. George’s Park, I thought you were the most determined woman I had ever seen in my life. Not scared of the 30 grown men who were very obviously all on the same side, literally. Then the next time I saw you, after the final match, how you comforted your brother when you were at the highest of highs and he was lower than low, I thought you had more compassion than every person in that stadium put together.”

“When you came to SGP again the next day and delivered the tactical analysis of the game you won, I thought ‘wow she is so intellectually brilliant’. And then when you turned up in Mykonos, all sunkissed and relaxed, sitting next to me and involving me in conversation with my pals but making me feel like you wanted my contribution...I remember it like it was yesterday. Amelia, you smiled at me and my heart did a somersault in my chest.”

“You shut me down outside the club that evening, and when we came back inside I caught the end of your conversation with Jorgi about Fede. Putting two and two together, I understood all that I needed to. The few days after that we carried on like normal. Then, you left and I didn't know if I would ever see you again to be fair. When you messaged me, I got too nervous to reply because I didn't know how to just be your friend. And then when I thought I had finally gotten through a day without thinking about my friend's little sister, you showed up at Cobham as my tactical analyst. I didn’t know what to do Mils, I don't know how to be just your friend when I've had nothing but unfriendly thoughts about you since the first time I saw you command that room of men you had never met in your life.”

The whistle of the kettle ringing out behind me is the only noise filling the kitchen. I’m staring at Ben; he’s staring back at me with nothing but truth behind his eyes and his heart on his sleeve.

“Benj, what you were feeling, what you are feeling is totally valid and I never want you to feel like you can’t share those feelings with me. You’re right, Mykonos changed things for me. What you were feeling was reciprocated, but Ben, I was going back to Italy. At that exact moment, I had no idea I would end up here. I thought I was enjoying a break before another high-intensity season in Italy. I wanted to kiss you so badly at the club that night, but I knew it would only hurt you. I’m used to being hurt, it's a feeling I've grown to expect. But you, you’re too pure to experience the kind of hurt that comes along with knowing you’re making a bad decision, but doing it anyway, because I wanted to be selfish with your heart.”

“Amelia, can I ask you something?” I nodded, holding my breath as I braced myself for the question poised behind his eyes. “If you were in the mood to be selfish, what would have come from that evening?”

“I can probably show you better than I can tell you,”

Walking around the island bench, I pulled the back of Ben’s chair slightly so he pivoted towards me. Standing in between his tracksuit-covered legs, I ran both hands up his arms until I got to his neck and finally beside his face. Threading my fingers through his hair, I pulled his face towards mine and our lips met. It was as soft as a butterfly kiss but as powerful as anything I had ever felt before. His hands wound around my waist and settled themselves on the small of my back before travelling down and giving my backside a gentle caress, forcing a laugh out of my lips and straight into his mouth. Pulling away slightly, so we both had a bit of breathing space to sort out our lightheadedness, Ben spoke his next words very softly.

“I need you to promise me something, Amelia.You need to promise me that you will stop thinking about my heart before your own. I am old enough to make my own decisions, and the decision to ignore you for these past few weeks has been one of the worst ones I've made in a really long time. But I did make it, and it was because I got scared, and I hurt you, and I am so sorry. The decision to come here tonight however, I feel like it more than makes up for that one very very stupid one”

“You’re such a smooth talker, Benj.”

“Say my name again, Mils, you don’t know what it does to me.”

“Down boy, your tea is going cold and I need to find out who killed Sophie in West Cork.Meet me in the lounge.”

A few hours had passed and it was nearing 10pm, well past Amelia’s bed time, but Ben was still sitting on her couch, feet on the table (despite her telling him to remove them) and arm around the back of her shoulders.

“Chilly, I don’t want you to think I'm not interested in you because I so am, I just don’t want to rush into anything. What I left behind in Italy was complicated and heavy; I'm still trying to learn how to exist without him if I'm honest. I want you to just give me the space I need to grow into my own here in the city, if that’s okay with you.”

“Of course it's okay, Mils. From what Jorgi has told me about Fede, I can understand why you want to take it slow now. But please, don’t call me Chilly. My friends call me Chilly, and Mills. I thought I made it clear before that I don’t want to be your friend.”

“To me, you’re Benj. Thank you. Wait - what do you mean what Jorgi has told you about Fede?”

“I may have asked a couple times about you, and for the record, he is team Bamelia.”

“Bamelia? That is the ugliest word I have ever heard. Never use it again.”

“How can it be ugly? It's mostly your name, and nothing associated with you could ever be considered anything less than beautiful.”

“Stop being so smooth Benj, you’re going to make me blush in a minute.”

“Good, can’t wait to see how you could possibly look even cuter than you do right now.”

“That’s enough Benjamin.”

“Okay I’m done now.”

Part 10. | parte dieci

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