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azulera · 4 months

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Jadon and y/n coming back to Dortmund. The first game back and everyone is super happy to have these to back

By Night in Dortmund

Pairing: Jadon Sancho x Black Reader

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Notes: anon i know you probably wanted something short and cute but the emotions were flowing and i needed to let them free (i am in a writing slump). verrry mushy fluffy hurt / comfort forgive me, hope u like it

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By night, Dortmund looks just how she remembered it. Locals are still trickling out from the shops and bars downtown, but the thin, quaint streets are familiar as the chauffeured car zips toward the hotel the club has booked for them. The driver’s English is fluent and though it’s nearing 22:00, his manner is chipper, and polite. He doesn’t blink an eye when Y/N leans over, pressing into Jadon’s side in the backseat.

“Are you alright? You’ve been quiet.”

“Yeah, I’m good.” Jadon reaches for her hand and pulls them both to rest in his lap. “Just thinkin.”

“About what?”

“About how when I came here for the first time, remember I saw someone’s nan, like, a group of em, leaving the pub like 2am. Couldn’t believe it.”

She huffs, and leans her head against his shoulder. Her hair and ears are protected by a yellow, silk-lined BVB hat.

“The exact same as England, no? All the nans love a pub run now and then. What was the one in Manchester all the aunties went to?”

“Don’t remember.” Jadon fidgets in his seat, and a cold surge shoots down her back. Perhaps it wasn’t the aptest comment to make. She can do better than to mention the city that for the next five months at least, they will both hope to forget.

“Well, anyways, it’s normal. Do you think the physios will-”

She interrupts her own sentence with a yawn, which is long and drawn out and makes both Jadon and the driver laugh.

“Are you tired? You can stay at the hotel while I go to medical.”

“‘No,” She shakes her head, rubbing the drowsiness from her eyes that has seemed to strike from out of nowhere. “No, I’ll go with you.”

“My sleepy girl,” Jadon tutts, and kisses her on the forehead, right above her frowning eyebrows. She is determined not to let his affection relax her into sleep. “M’sorry it’s so late. Know you had a long day.”

It’s all of the past week– the past three years, really– that have been long, and even though leaving Manchester feels like a genie's wish finally granted, there is a balloon of tensions still swelling just under the surface. She’s thrilled to be back in Germany, and beyond excited to see Jadon in action again on the pitch, but also knows the current solution is only a quick one. A long term plan for her boyfriend’s career is not yet in their hands, still fluttering up in the air.

The uncertainty has been a frigid block of ice in her stomach since they deboarded the plane.

“So have you.”

“Yeah, but, still. How bout you decide after we check in our room? We’re almost there.”

Jadon peers out of the window, and she follows his gaze. The colorful passing lights, and the possibility of receiving more of his kisses are motivation to stay awake.

“We’re almost there? How d’you know?”

“‘Cause I know.” He continues looking out the window, but his hand tightens in her grasp. Leaning against his chest, she can feel his deep, hopeful sigh when it escapes him. “I’m at home, innit.”

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The Merck-Stadion am Böllenfalltor is no Signal Iduna Park, but the incessant fervor of German football fans is found in almost every city. Blue flags and scarfs are scattered so densely across the stadium that it’s hard to make out anything else from her seat, but when the players exit the tunnel at kick-off her eyes spot Jadon like magic. He is a tiny dot, covered in black, a dark speck on the bench, and simultaneously the only one in the crowd who matters. She wants desperately to know what he’s thinking, how he’s feeling about the match, but knows his phone with her “good luck” texts is tucked dutifully away in his locker. So from here, she can only think at him: You can do this, You deserve this, Everyone here is behind you.

The ice block inside shifts every time she moves.

It has melted down a fraction when the first half ends, with a lovely finish by Julian, but not much else to show. Darmstadt are not the most formidable of opponents, but anyone knows that home or away, a one-goal lead rarely guarantees anything, is hardly enough to shrink the worry down to size. During the break, she orders two hot chocolates from the beverage stand to stay warm and for moral support.

Once she’s finished the first cup, she reflects, that, just maybe, the anxieties she’s harboring are unfounded. The homecoming, after all, has been mostly joyful: Jadon’s medical test last night went seamlessly, the other partners and families in the seats next to her have been incredibly kind, and the welcome from Terzic and Jadon’s new and not-so-new teammates has been sincere, and warm.

So she can’t explain why it feels still as if she’s waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Or, for some snag or slip up to scratch the surface, and ruin the pretty picture that Jadon is fighting so hard to restore. There's no logical reason why, in the 60th minute, when the match resumes and she sees the yellow #10 shining on his back, she's teleported back to those dreadful evenings in Manchester. Then, it seemed that no matter what Jadon did or said, in public or in private, his actions were misconstrued, his words twisted up by a manager who was determined to misunderstand him.

She tried, in those moments, to do what she could to help. The days she got home before him, she would order his favorite meals - spicy curry goat and rice-, queue his favorite 90's American movies, and bring him tea before bed. When they settled beneath the covers, she would rub his back and pet his hair, his hands clutching at every part of her he could reach, and their heartbeats echoing. Some nights his dry lips would press against her throat, whispering, confessing. I just wanna play. After a while, she never knew how to respond. “It’s gonna be okay” was the truth of what she believed, but she knew that words, however heart-felt, were not what he needed to hear. He just needed her to be there.

And so she was.

And now, here they are.

Regardless the color of the kit- this is where Jadon belonged. On a green, frost-bitten field, panting, his face frozen and his lungs burning. Blitzing defenders and setting up his teammates, performing how the world always knew he could and giving everything to push the team toward a win.

As long as he can be somewhere, and doing this, she thinks, a future will sort itself out. She’s sure.

He flits his way down the wing, and she imagines she can see the fire in his eyes all the way from her seat. The ice block resting in her stomach begins to melt away in its heat. By the time he delivers the assist, Marco flying into the box to tap the cross home, there’s nothing left but a puddle, quickly drying up.

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She beats the team coach back to Dortmund and looks up from her phone when the players begin to file out. Their shoulders are hunched against the cold, but even from a distance she can tell the three points, the clean sheet have lifted the daunting weight beginning to rest there. When she walks closer, she can even see the grins, hear the jokes and banter flying in a mix of German, Dutch, and English. She says a quick hello to Gio and Jamie when they pass, and congratulates Mouki on his goal, and it’s a lovely moment, - she’s more than pleased to see their faces, to be back among them. She’s almost taken by surprise when Jadon comes up behind her, sliding an arm across her shoulders.

“Baby,” She jumps into him, circling her arms around Jadon’s neck while he squeezes around her middle. They are in the middle of Germany but that spot between his neck and shoulder smells just like the body wash and cologne he uses at home, and for a second she isn’t sure she can let go. His new, old teammates still surround them, respectfully ignoring their PDA, but it’s all she can do to not kiss him on the mouth right there, in front of them all. “An assist first day back? You were born to do this, you know.”

“Yeah? You think so?”

The crest on her yellow BVB hat scratches against his coat as she nods.

“Yeah, it felt good, innit. Good to be back.”

She pulls away an inch to look in his face, at his cute nose which is pale from the cold, at the relief and fatigue and shine in his eyes which is back and which she hasn’t seen in long months. She cups his cheeks in her hands as she speaks, feeling her own grin spreading, making sure he hears what she’s saying, and feels it too. “I’m so proud of you, Jadon. And no matter what else happens, I’m gonna be here.”

Her words and their sincerity make Jadon smile, too, and he turns his head, kissing into the center of her palm, and nuzzling his fuzzy cheek there. His eyes slip closed for the briefest second. Y/N isn’t sure that her own eyes aren’t watering --she’s that happy for him, she loves him that much-- but is hastily wiping any moisture away when she catches sight of the platinum blonde standing just over Jadon’s left shoulder.

“Marcinho,”

“Y/N!” She and Jadon separate long enough for her to offer the midfielder a tight squeeze that he returns in kind. Save for a short chat after a match in the USA in the summer, it has been years now, since she last saw him. “It is so good to see you again. How are things in England?”

“Everything is good, but I have missed it here, to be honest. We’re both happy to be back.”

“I am happy to hear this. You were taking good care of our boy while he was away, yes?” Marco asks in the same light-hearted tone, but she can tell his meaning hints at something deeper. Marco knows what the past years have been like.

“Yeah, I was. Someone’s got to keep him out of trouble, you know?” She looks over to Jadon who is sucking his teeth, his eyes almost rolling. “He’s wild, this one.”

“Nah, I’m a good boy. Marco knows.” Jadon defends himself with little success, as the former captain is cackling in disbelief and ruffling his hair.

“Yes, I know exactly what you are like. That’s why it is good that you are back here, we will at least try to make you normal. Now come,”

Jadon steps away to wrap his friend and teammate in an embrace, and then he tucks her back underneath his arm, their fingers are interlocked, and they’re saying not goodbye, but “see you later”. The walk to the car is short, but it seems as if Jadon still has a lot to say.

“Thank you for comin here with me, baby. Know it was a bit crazy, the schedule and everything so rushed. Know you’re tired, even though you pretend not.”

Y/N shakes her head, even as the adrenaline rush of the past 48 hours has begun to wane, and the physical and emotional toll of a mid-season loan has begun to set in. It doesn’t change her answer in the slightest. “You don’t have to thank me for that, Jadon. I’m happy to be here.”

“No, but, I mean–” It’s Jadon's turn to command her attention, as if he hasn’t been doing just that all evening since he walked on the pitch, from the first time they saw each other on a night in south London, and every day since then. His eyes are wide and shimmering, and he finds it’s easy to speak to her, even if the memories are difficult. “It’s been hard, lately, innit. Really hard. And you been there, even when I was … even when it was hard. And I’m happier now, but you put up with me when I wasn’t. And that helped me to get here, so. Thank you.”

She does lean up to kiss him this time, but the car is hidden enough and she is too in love to care whether his teammates or coaching staff watch. Jadon, whose hand has raised to cradle her neck, his tongue pushing against her lips, doesn’t seem to mind either.

“I love you, baby." He bumps their noses together. "Don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Her breath flutters over him when she replies, telling him how she loves him back, how there's no place she'd rather be, in a small voice that's almost a whisper. Jadon is smirking, licking and biting his lips like he’s preparing to go in for more, but instead says Look, and tilts her chin to take in the twinkling stars crowding the purple-black sky above.

She was sure before that she had stopped crying, but Jadon’s hands are holding her so gently, his mouth is so soft, his eyes are so full of everything, that the tears may have returned. Because by night, like this, Dortmund is just how she remembers it. The sky is cold and dark but Jadon’s body next to hers, his hand along her throat is warm. The ice block in her belly is evaporated. They’re both a couple of years older and painfully wiser, but the thin, quaint streets that will take them back to the hotel, the taste of Jadon’s lips on her skin, are familiar.

The future opening up ahead of them is bright as a shining #10, as a yellow BVB hat.

As bright as they both make it.

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sanchosbae · 1 year

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Who I write for

Achraf Hakimi

Abdelhamid Sabiri

Marcus Rashford

Jadon Sancho

Jude Bellingham

Jesse lingard

Jobe Bellingham

That’s all for now!

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threelionsgirl · 2 years

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heyy pls can u write a long imagine about when hope jesses kid gets her period when hanging out with jadon and marcus and they don’t know what to do so they comfort her whilst they call reader for help..?

tysm

done! read here

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avenirdelight · 2 years

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Lie Again

Anyone You Like

She should just keep saying all the sweet things she always tells him. Lies, sweet lies, white lies, he’ll take it, because he doesn't want to know the truth about the love she's had before. [Inspired by “Lie Again” by GIVĒON]

He wished that he hadn’t asked the question. Because he was now completely up in his mind, thinking about her answer.

He’d asked her whether the rumour was true, the gossip that went around at the club between the players and the staff a while ago, that she was dating a “coworker”.

She’d just chortled and slightly shook her head. “Do you really want to know?” was her answer and he’d been spending hours thinking about what it could possibly mean. The more he thought about it, the more he was sure that it was a suggestion that the gossip was actually true. She worked very closely with the first team. So to think that “the coworker” could be one of his teammates made his stomach twist and turn in the most uncomfortable way.

He’d brought her to Ibiza for a short getaway. They’d been seeing each other for a couple of months and he thought that this was the perfect time to finally go on a holiday together, just the two of them. In one of their conversations, some words had escaped her lips, “Well, I went here last summer”, and last summer was the time that the gossip had gone around; that was why he got reminded of it and decided to ask about it.

He was waiting for her to get ready. They were going to go to the beach. He himself had put on blue floral pants and a simple white shirt that he’d unbuttoned all the way through. He was just lying idly on the bed, trying to catch glimpses of her in the bathroom—she was doing certain things to her hair.

After spending a few frustrating hours trying to figure out which ones of his teammates that had gone to Ibiza last summer, which ended up with him not liking the names he came up with, five minutes ago he’d said to her, “It was true, wasn’t it?” followed by “I feel like I need to know” that didn’t sound so convincing. She’d just responded with a brief glance at him, probably surprised that he brought back the topic.

His nervousness built up as he waited for her answer. He watched as she tied her hair in a ponytail; he thought that it looked cute, but she let it loose in the end. He followed her every movement, feeling his heart jumping when she walked out of the bathroom.

“It was just a summer fling,” she said suddenly. He gritted his teeth, laying his eyes on her beautiful figure, holding his breath because the view was almost too much for him; she was wearing the coral red two-piece that he’d gifted her. “It didn’t even last two months.”

His heart dropped to the bottom of his stomach instantly once he’d processed her words. So it was true.

“I got over it so fast. I think he did too. The spark was gone so quick, you know, we just weren’t a match,” she continued, posing beside the nightstand as she grabbed her charged phone. “It was just so insignificant. I barely told anyone, so I was upset when everyone found out, I don’t know how they did. Maybe he told someone, I don’t know.”

So it was really true. He bit the bottom of his lips. He’d prepared himself for the worst answer and this wasn’t even the worst, but apparently it was still hard to take in.

“Do I know the guy?” He couldn’t even stop himself from blurting out the question.

She shifted her eyes from her phone to him. “You sure you want to know the truth?” His face appeared serious as he pondered. But when he didn’t answer after three seconds, she turned her attention back to her phone, typing in something quickly before setting her phone back on the nightstand.

Without any words, she got on the bed and shuffled closer to him. Locking her eyes with his, she straddled him and sat on his lap, and naturally, his hands found their way to her hips. As he wondered what she was doing, she leaned in and captured his lips with hers—and even in a confusing moment like this, the electricity he felt from the kiss was still so strong, almost overwhelming this time.

But then his stomach did an uneasy dip, when the disturbing thought came back. The thought that she’d probably done this with someone he knew.

“You think I won’t like the truth?” he asked as soon as she pulled away, searching for her face.

She stared at him in silence, carefully running her fingers through his hair, tilting her head slightly. “I don’t know. But I just don’t see the importance of you knowing the truth,” she shrugged. “Like I said, it was just a fling. I didn’t fall in love, I don’t think it was special or anything.”

He didn’t know whether the last bit she said was true, but even if it was a lie, he wanted to believe it.

He sighed as he ran his hands on her thighs. “I just hope it wasn’t one of my teammates…”

She smirked, dropping her hands to his shoulders before they quickly travelled to his bare chest. “Well, you know I’m quite… Selective. I’d only choose the best one, and I chose you.” She leaned in and pampered him with kisses along his jaw which earned her a little groan from him.

If what she’d just said was a lie, it would be the sweetest lie he had ever heard, and he also wanted to believe it.

He secured his strong arms around her, holding her tight, and buried his face on her shoulder for a moment, before he placed a kiss at the crook of her neck. “Thank God you chose the best one,” he mumbled as her giggles tickled his ear. He let out a long sigh. “But this one is special, innit? This one with me… Not just a fling?”

She pushed him gently by his shoulders and he leaned back again on the pillows. “You’re kidding me.” She got a sharp questioning look plastered all over her face. “Do you want this to be just a fling?”

He shook his head immediately, scared that he might have actually planted the idea in her mind that he didn’t want this to be serious. “No. Hell, no.”

“Good. ‘Cause I won’t let it be just a fling.” She stared at him. Upon her words, he felt relief washing over him as he caressed her waist with his thumbs. “Just because I did it doesn’t mean I’m doing it again with you. Aren’t we together because we both are looking for something serious?”

“Of course, of course we are.”

“Right. We are.” Her face faltered and his heart sank as he watched a frown start to appear; she dropped her gaze in the process. “This is why I didn’t want you to know about it. Yet. I’m afraid that you would change your mind.”

“What do you mean?”

She gave him half a shrug. “You might think I’m just a player, who likes to go around dating my colleagues.”

“Come on, I would never think like that.”

“Even now?”

He sighed as one of his hands travelled to her chin, slightly lifting it up so he could find her eyes again. “Even now,” he said, staring at her before his eyes shifted to her lips for a moment. “I’m sorry, okay? We don’t need to talk about it.”

“Okay.” She simply nodded and he mirrored the gesture. Without saying anything else, she leaned in for another kiss. And this time, with his heart pounding hard on his chest, he deepened the kiss.

But even after that talk, even after the best two hours that they’d spent out on the beach, after so many gazes from her that pretty much said “I’m in love with you”, after the heated and passionate moment that they had when they’d gotten back to their hotel room, he still couldn’t stop thinking about it.

That she'd done this before, that someone else had had her like he did before. He absolutely hated it. He kept wondering who had shared this—this connection, this intimacy, this passion—with her before.

She was now sleeping so peacefully beside him, a faint smile was graced upon her lips. He lied beside her, keeping a thin space between him and her, as he traced his gaze on her face, taking in her every beautiful feature. He could feel how hard his heart was pounding as he let the intense feeling wrapped around him—that he was in love with her.

But at the same time, his insecurity was eating him up.

Because somewhere in this beautiful land, she'd done all these things that they were doing, and what if it was more memorable than this one he was trying to give her? What if, despite her saying that it wasn't special, she actually compared him to that man she had a fling with? What if when she stared deep at him just an hour ago with her glimmering eyes as she laid on his chest saying “You're the best thing that I've ever had”, someone from her past still crossed her mind?

He wished that it had only been him. But it simply couldn't be true, so he figured that maybe he didn't need the truth about everything—not about that colleague she had a fling with, not about any romances she'd had before. She should just keep saying all the sweet things she always told him; even though some of it could be lies, sweet lies, white lies, he'd take it. She didn't need to be too honest and could just lie, lie again, until he believed that it had only been him to feel how wonderful it was to be kissed and touched by her.

Because he'd never fallen so hard like this, never wanted someone so much like this. He couldn't even bear the thought of her being loved by someone else. So he would just pretend that it had only been him to love and have her, and he’d do everything in his power to do it better than everybody else could.

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so, i have a love/hate relationship with this one. but this is the best i can do and i hope it's not too bad for you!! tell me who you imagine this with~

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sl0wdiver · 2 years

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footballers as flatmates/roommates headcanon

(imagining them as people with normal jobs + lives btw)

aaron ramsdale - domestic goddess, aggressive style. almost too happy to be cleaning. sets out a fucking cleaning rota for gods sake. drives everyone a bit nuts but whenever you have friends over they always say how nice your house is. has literally the loudest phone calls ever.

kieran tierney - quite content to watch netflix all evening every day of the week. always drinking vodka cokes at pres/party nights. folds his clothes as soon as they’re dry cause he knows his mum would give him a bollocking otherwise. attempts to cook - it sometimes works out. if in doubt, chicken nuggets at least 3 days a week.

michail antonio - house daddy. that man has that kitchen on lockdown. he goes in and comes out with the most insanely good food every single damn time. a complete hoot on nights out. rips the living piss out of everyone but life without him just wouldn’t be right.

ruben dias - quite possibly the most sensible flatmate to live with. amazingly consistent sleep schedule. always asks the group chat ahead of time if he can bring a date over. he is gymming/toning/working out about 23 hours a day mind you. at least he plays his workout music through his headphones.

jarrod bowen - the most reliable housemate ever. bills always paid on time. always down for a late night trip to big tesco. will play playstation with you until 4am. one word answers to anything in the house groupchat - “haha”, “lol”, “yeah”. but, will have the best dmcs with you in the garden when there’s a party.

mason mount - loves it when something breaks cause it means he gets to fix something. cooking skills are hardly world class michelin star restaurant level but he pulls out something every so often that surprises you. always planning what the flat is doing friday and saturday night.

declan rice - believes the antibac wipe can do anything. tells you about all the great discounts he found at wilko today when you get off work. gets waaaay too into the film on flat movie night and cries. hogs the telly whenever there's a golf tournament on. always tries to get a dancefloor going whenever there’s a house party.

martin ødegaard - friendliest face in the house. his room is a marvel of scandi couture. he pretends it's minimalism but it's just ikea's posh range (and that's no bad thing). everyone thinks he's chill cause he likes reading and coffee paraphernalia but he hides a dark secret of playing THE WORST music at houseparties. hugging a cushion/blanket/djungleskog/himself throughout flat movie night.

tammy abraham - interior decor off the scales. the flat is literally glowing with his presence. the throws in the lounge are gorgeous. will defo have the loudest conversation with your flatmates right when you’re just tryna sleep but it’s all worth it. gets the tunes on as soon as he knows everyone is up.

harry kane - definitely in charge of all the bills. whenever he’s on the phone it’s usually because he’s chasing up some utilities company. this man is a provider. he cooks for everyone. wants everyone to be home for tea at the same time so “we can chat and catch up”.

ben chilwell - has the nicest candle collection of anyone in the flat. loves a good houseplant. his dog is the glue that holds the flat together. interior decor choices are questionable but it’s passable. takes his meetings in literally every room whenever he’s working from home.

jadon sancho - panics over any house maintenance or any time he has to set the heating. “nah i can’t get it to work i’ve got no idea” he says to the thermostat. his vibe is always super chill tho, always has his door open and is never in the shower for too long.

kai havertz - if he hasn't already got a house pet, he's strategising how to get one. rarely seen without a hoodie on. definitely rocking the flat's best comfy clothes collection. keeps to himself mainly but at least he doesn't cause any flat drama.

kostas tsimikas - i'm literally not even sure the boy knows how to clean. sleeps in til 2pm and never tells you his plans. will be out of the house for 36 hours and never answers his phone. the greek food he cooks tho? to die for. always ensures there is yoghurt in the fridge.

jack grealish - an unhinged experience. 35 minutes of hair drying everytime he has a shower, which in turn are the longest showers you’ve ever seen someone have. will cook the most astonishingly messy meal and ruin all the pans. secretly quite organised and always gets to work on time.

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melanieph321 · 1 year

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Super Sancho (Part 1)

Ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce you to Super Sancho!!!!

Summary - A 10 part series where we follow Jadon Sancho on his journey to the Netherlands in hopes of improving his football performance.

Enjoy!

Ten Hag gave him two choices, either he'd go to the Netherlands and improved what he lacked, or get ready to get transferred during the next window. Jadon chose the latter, but only because he knew that he hadn't really proven himself in Manchester. Instead of letting his teammates down further he decided that it was better to leave.

"Ladies and gentlemen this is you captain speaking..." Jadon woke up to the dimmed light zipping through his passenger window. "...we'll soon be approaching Amsterdam. Please return to your seats, fastened your seatbelts and prepare for landing. And Thank you for flying Birtish Airways."

Although it had only been a nintey minute flight from Manchester to Amsterdam, Jadon found himself exhausted from the journey. He looked forward to a hot shower once he arrived at his hotel.

"Mr Sancho?"

Someone called his name in the arrivals pit. It was a woman, wearing a suit and tie and holding up a sign with his name written on it. A smile baruaden her lips as Jadon approached her.

"Hello Mr Sancho, I'm Emily. I'll be taking you to the Ajax training grounds where you'll get settled in."

"We're headed for the training grounds right away?" Jadon asked, the fatigue from the planeride still weighing heavily on his eyelids.

"Well yes of course." Emily said. She didn't hesitate to take his bag, leading Jadon towards a black Volkswagen Transporter.

"Have you ever been to the Netherlands before?" She asked as they left the airport and took to the highway.

"No." Jadon muttered. Outside his window he approached a city he had never stepped foot in, a country he never thought he'd visit without a whole team accompanying him. The feeling was uneasy, just like it had been when he first arrived at Dortmund. Surprisingly, arriving at Manchester had been different. He knew Manchester. English football had been his youth. English football was his life and his home where he had friends and family. How could it all have gone to shit when the feeling had been so great when he first arrived to the team? He was supposed to do great in Manchester, Jadon thought.

"Well you'll love it here." Emily said, keeping her eyes steady on the road.

It had only been a twenty minute drive from the airport to the Ajax training grounds. It was a nice facility, not as nice as Manchester Uniteds, but still impressive.

"You can take your luggage with you to your room..." Nice, Jadon thought. He'd finally be able to catch up on some sleep. "...There you can change into a suitable fitness for the test that you'll undergo in the teams medical center."

"Undergo what, in the what?" Jadon said, quite dumbfounded.

Emily nodded assuringly. "The coaches are ready for you once you've changed."

"But...sleep." He muttered, however the reality seemed to be that Ten Hag really hadn't sent him on a vacation if that's what he thought. After undergoing several fitness procedures and check ups, Jadon were to speak with an Ajax assistant coach about his newfound struggles.

"Well Mr Sancho. All I can recommend is that you work closely with your foster coach and really tell him about the areas you think you lack in."

"My foster what?" Jadon frowned. "I thought you would be my new coach."

"Who me?" The man laughed. Like Ten Hag he was balled. Middle-aged and balled. They even shared the same dry sense of humor, Jadon thought.

"I'm afraid Erik was right when he said that you were a special case that needed special attention and treatment."

"Special attention?" Jadon exclaimed. Did Ten Hag think that he was disabled or something. No, Jadon wouldn't stand for it. He had not come all this way to be told he needed special treatment and attention by some foster coach. What is a foster coach anyway?

"Yes, special attention. Hendrik loves cases like yours."

"Henrik?" Jadon frowned. In that moment he really felt confused and crazy. Perhaps he was in need of some special attention?

"Yes, Hendrik. I'll send him your data the test you underwent here today. I'll send them right away. Hendrik will have gone through them by the time you get to Ursem tomorrow morning."

"Ursem? Tomorrow morning? Wait, I'm leaving again? I thought I was supposed to stay here?"

"At Ajax?" The coach frowned. He shook his head looking almost frightened. "We don't deal with special cases here. Didn't Erik tell you that?"

"He didn’t tell me anything."

"Well good luck to you then. The training camp in Ursem is very special, not for the faint-hearted. But I'm sure you'll do fine."

Jadon could only bat his eyes in astonishment. Everything the assistant coach was telling him seemed to be true. He wasn't to stay with AFC Ajax and train with their under 21 team which he initially thought was Ten Hag's intentions. No, Jadon was to be put on a bus and shipped off to another camp. This place called Ursem. Where a coach with experience of coaching ballers with special needs lived.

"What a disaster." Jadon thought, as he slumped down in his seat, surrendering to the movement of the bus that would take him even further away from home, further away from Manchester United.

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sanchosgf · 2 years

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Jadon saying i love you to you for the first time 🦋

sunset confessions - jadon sancho

a weekend in dubai was much needed for the both of you. the trip had been perfect so far, and you couldn't be more grateful. tonight was your final night and the tow of you agreed that watching the sunset would be the perfect way to spend it.

the sun beat down on your skin as you walked hand in hand with jadon, picnic blanket in hand as you made your way down to the beach. jadon admired the way the way you seemed to glow under the sunlight, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. you were dressed in a delicate white sundress, the material flowing with very step you took. finally deciding on a spot jadon lay the blanket down, sitting right in the middle before he opened his arms to you. you smiled at how cute he looked, arms outstretched with a large smile on his face. you sat down in front of him and in an instant his hands were on your waist, pulling you in until your back met his chest.

you leant back against him, as both his arms wrapped tight around your stomach. you took a moment to admire the way his arms looked against you, tattoos on show as you gently traced your fingers over them.

the two of you sat quietly, the sound of the waves adding to the calm atmosphere. jadon would occasionally press gently kisses to your neck and shoulders, basking in the feeling of having you in his arms.

all of a sudden you get up, jadon whining at the loss of contact.

“just want to go feel the water” you mumble, pecking his lips quickly before walking towards the ocean. a large smile graces jadons face as he watches you. taking out his phone and quickly taking a few photos of you, wanting to keep this memory forever. he was so in love with you though he never found the right time to say it. the two of you had only been together for 6 months though he couldn’t imagine his life with anyone else by his side. those three little words play on his mind as he watches you, sitting on the tip of his tongue. he was scared to say the least, scared of loosing you or saying it too soon.

you smile at him as you walk back over to the blanket, siting down in front of him, though he doesn’t say anything simply looking at you with a lovesick smile on his face.

“what?” you mumble, shying away at his gaze.

“i love you.”

your whole body freezes, processing his words as butterflies erupt in your tummy. jadon watches you nervously, fiddling with the bracelet on his wrist as he tries to gauge your reaction.

not giving him anymore time to worry you tackle him in a hug, arms wrapping around him as you place your head into the crook of his neck. he reciprocates your actions, arms wrapping around your waist as he rubs your back gently.

after a few moments you pull away cupping his cheeks in your hands, lifting his head up to meet your eyes.

“i love you so much”

jadons shoulders sag in relief as he pulls you forward, lips meeting yours in a passionate kiss. this one different to all the others the two of you have shared. its passionate and loving, both of you unable to stop the smiles on your faces.

“i love you” he mumbles in between kisses

“i love you more j”

the two of you eventually pull away as you settle back against his chest, intertwining your hand with his, attention turning to the sunset as you spend the rest of the night wrapped up in your lovers arms.

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alltoolewis · 2 years

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Not My Type- Jadon Sancho

Requests: a Jadon fluff where you both have a thing for each other but non of you have said it yet and he keeps on saying "you're not his type" just to tease you 🌙

Thank you for requesting lovely!! Disclaimer I made up his mums name cause I'm uneducated & couldn't find that information anywhere on the big internet... so sorry Mrs Sancho!!!

Sorry this is so short lol!! I might try & write a part 2 later on for you 🤍

"You still up for tonight missus!" Jadon mumbles as he shoves his next spoonful of pasta in his mouth, lettuce flying every as you looked at your best friend in disgust "Jesus Christ, you dinosaur close your mouth when your talking... I thought Dianne taught you better than that!" Glaring at you, he shovelled more in his mouth obnoxiously slamming him mouth together just to piss you off even more... "Okay, okay! Enough!" You giggled, hovering your hand over his mouth to stop the chewing "I'm still coming tonight!!!"

Acting as though he had just one the premier league he shot of his seat, spinning you round as your screams and giggles caught the attention of the teammates! "Jesus christ Jad's put the poor girl down!" Marcus laughed, jabbing the young forward in the shoulder to make him stop his movements. "Is there a reason why your flinging your girlfriend around like she's some sort of trophy??" Jesse smugly said, ruffling your hair as he sat opposite the two of you! "Not my girlfriend..." Jadon responded to quickly for your liking causing your heart to break slightly... "Not my type....!"

You knew he was lying... everybody did! It was clear the two of you were made for each other, neither of you needing to say the words to each other as there was simply no point!!

Looking at Marcus's and Jesse's shocked faces, you quickly laughed "Nahhhh.. no he's right! I'm not his type..." you giggle, giving Jadon a quick smirk "I'm not a single baby mama & in my thirties!!"

The two boys in front of you immediately cheered at your quick remark. "Oh your so dead!!..." Jadon growled, pouncing off his seat as he began chasing you across the hall. Both Jesse & Marcus watching in awe at your strange relationship.... "Can they not fucking date yet..." Marcus groaned looking at his bestfriend next to him "It's getting fucking tiring now!..."

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bellinghamount · 2 years

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Jadon smut where you’re in the shower and he comes into the bathroom and he watches you and gets himself off ;)

trap | jadon sancho

warnings: smut! shower sex, teasing, titty-fucking, handjob, fingering

word count: 1123

notes: hi! first of all sorry for the delay, I had some personal problems that delayed my requests :/ btw I added a song, I hope you like it!

song: savage - bahari

"I am the sun, you know you need me... and you might get burned if you take too much..."

From the living room, that's what Jadon could hear: you were singing from somewhere in his room. He had barely gotten home and of course after days of not seeing each other he was itching to get his hands on you. He didn't know you were home until he heard the sound of your voice, calling to him with a certain persuasiveness, like the bewitching song of a mermaid luring its next prey.

Jadon heard the sound of shower water falling and deduced that you were in the bathroom. He had a good look around the room before he went in there and found a folded towel on the bed. He knew that you never went to the bathroom without a towel, so he took the towel and walked slowly to the bathroom in slow steps. Jadon didn't need to knock on the door because the door was already open.

He pushed it away and the wood opened slowly, revealing the warm, steamy atmosphere. He could feel the heat just by looking at you. You kept singing the lyrics and soaping yourself up, trying to look focused, as if you hadn't realized that he was standing there in the doorway, leaning against the jamb, watching you and drooling over your curves.

Jadon couldn't help but get aroused watching your hands glide across your body, mixed with the soap and the hot water. There was a blurred shower stall that distorted the image of your body a little, but he had a very fertile mind.

The water running down your body was very hot, and you closed your eyes and kept singing. You always thought that baths went well with music. Jadon thought you didn't notice him standing there, static, marking his lower lip with his teeth, watching you wash yourself, but you knew he was there. So you began to move your body in a more provocative way. You grabbed your own breasts with both hands and brought them together, squeezing tightly as the water dripped between them, mixed with the foam of the shampoo from your hair.

Seeing this, Jadon simply couldn't hold it in any longer, he took off his own shirt and opened his pants, enough to pull his penis out and start moving his hand down the shaft. He squeezed his cock harder as you push your boobs together. Fucking your boobs was his kink, Jadon simply loved that position. His mind traveled back to all the times you two had done it. Of course, he could get in there and kill all his cravings for a tit wank, but there was something interesting about jerking off while you took a shower.

Jadon was trying to control his own noises, although you knew he was there, you hadn't looked in his direction yet, but out of the corner of your eye you could see his hand working on its own shaft. Knowing that he was so hard because of you turned you on. You poured a generous amount of liquid soap into your hand and began to slide it down your belly, down your thighs, and up again to your vulva. You slid your fingers between the labia to wash them thoroughly, but also to initiate stimulation. You interrupted the singing when you let out a low moan as his fingers plunged inside you. You started with slow back and forth movements until you began to speed up, using your thumb to rotate your clitoris.

Jadon had one shoulder pressed against the door frame. He was trying to go slow with his own movements, but it became a chore when he noticed that you were touching yourself. You moaned, becoming more aroused, your G-spot beginning to swell and putting more pressure on yours fingers. You kept up the rhythm and pressure until you came wildly, holding the shower rods with your other hand while your legs trembled.

"Damn." Jadon let out when he saw you cum, he was so close he could already imagine the floor all dirty with his sperm. You smiled devilishly and turned your head to look at him when you heard his voice. Your boyfriend looked dangerously hot, shirtless, his hand dangling around his own penis, and his skin beginning to sweat. His tattoos had always been your weak spot, and from there they looked much sexier.

"Look who fell for my trap." You opened the glass door of the shower stall and stuck your head out.

"The music, the towel, the door.... Was that your plan?"

"Yes, and it worked perfectly well." You licked your lips thinking it great that he didn't stop masturbating. "Do you want help ending this?"

"How could I refuse?"

Jadon left his sneakers, pants and underwear on the floor and walked over to you. You held his cock, and you shared an erotic kiss before you knelt down. You kissed your way slowly down his body until your chest was level with his groin. Water was a great lubricant, so you didn't have to worry about it too much when you leaned down and brought your breasts together with his dick in between. You sucked the head tip into your mouth with each stroke as you looked at him lustfully.

"Oh, fuck, yes, baby!" Jadon said stroking your hair while still making eye contact. You knew that was the way he liked it and how much he must have been holding it in by now, so you tried to go a little faster, even though you were too tiring hold your breasts in that position for so long while still moving up and down.

The sight of him fucking your breasts was magnificent, but the teasing gestures you made with your lips, sucking gently, and with your tongue, drawing circles, on the extremity of his dick pushed him easily to climax.

"I'm going to cum, baby." He warned, and you held the position for a few more seconds before releasing your breasts and holding the base of his cock. Letting him finish in you is a pleasure for him.

You let him cum a little in your mouth and let the rest fall onto your tits. With your hands, you spread his cum over your breasts, mixing it with the water, before Jadon grabbed you by the forearms and pulled you up. He hugged you and kissed your lips as the water spurted down on you.

"Y/N." He pulled away, smoothing the area of her jaw as his other hand slid down to your ass.

"What?"

"Can you make me more traps?"

"Hell, yes!" You said, kissing him again.

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azulera · 1 year

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We Go Together

Pairing: Jadon Sancho x Black Reader

Summary: Jadon wants everyone to know he’s yours.

Notes: don’t know where this one came from really bt i literally gave myself b*tterflies while writing it … it was so fun and i think its so so cute. also helloo to the JS25 girlies how are you :) hope u enjoy :)

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“This is so random, but, I can’t lie. I hate braids. Like, on girls.”

Jadon looked at Reiss from the side of his eye, barely lifting his head from the back of the couch. Maybe they’d been vegetating on the chocolate-colored sectional too long, the blue light exposure from watching TikTok after TikTok finally getting to his friend’s head. It had to be that.

“What, bro?”

“They’re childish, brother, look.” Reiss leaned over, showing Jadon a clip of a girl being spun in a salon chair, with bright blue box braids trailing down the cape around her back. Reiss sucked his teeth twice before the video even ended. “It’s a little kid’s hairstyle, like primary school plaits. I do not rate them.”

Jadon laughed in a loud burst of sound, and shook his head at his friend’s wild take. Reiss’ complaining had triggered an image in his mind that easily refuted each of the critiques he brought up. He pushed the phone away from his face.

“Nah, you’re tripping. Braids are fire. Especially with the little baby hairs out, slicked down and that.”

“Noo, bro, the baby hairs get so extra!” Reiss rocked in his seat. “It’s gotta go, the whole style’s dead.”

“Maybe on gyal you see, but my girl, her things different. I’m telling you.”

“Oh my days– you almost did it, you know? You almost made it ten whole minutes without mentioning Y/N. It’s been 2 years, bro, we get it, you’re locked down, it’s cute, whatever.”

Jadon shrugged, a smile on his lips that he didn’t care to hide.

“I’m jus sayin.”

Reiss laughed, and switched subjects to show him another TikTok he thought was hilarious, but the picture in Jadon’s mind that his friend had summoned was too strong to ignore now, the warm feeling in his chest too sweet to pass by quickly. He half-listened while Reiss explained the meaning behind the joke, and scrolled to your Instagram profile. He went back a few weeks to spring break photos where you were sea-side in a flowy linen outfit with waist length braids falling over your shoulders, caught in the ocean wind. A minute later, he’d reposted the photo to his story, with a caption below.

“I love box braids. 😍 And my girl 😍”

He smiled again when it published, his thousands of followers viewing the image and leaving a flurry of cherry red hearts rising in the corner of the screen. Reiss, realizing he was no longer being listened to, peeked over Jadon’s shoulder, and rolled his eyes.

“You are such a simp, bro. I would banter you more if I wasn’t a little bit jealous.”

“Don’t worry, brother, it’ll happen for you one day. When you stop hating on girls’ hairstyles, I bet. Saying braids are dead, nah, you’re mad.”

Reiss shoved against his shoulder, but quickly slipped back down his internet rabbit hole, and a text came into Jadon’s phone.

Y/N: not u reposting my old pics lol you were lurking?

Jadon: No Jadon: Actually yeah Jadon: Reiss was trashing braids and i had to set him str8 Jadon: Can you come by?

Y/N: you 2 are mad i swear Y/N: and i thought u and him had plans after the match?

Jadon: Nah the braid comment was too much Jadon: I wanna see you

Y/N: yeah thats poor from him. i can be there in an hour :) Y/N: and i just got fresh braids done yesterday, i forgot to tell you lol

Jadon: 😍

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“What’s your middle name then? William? Zachary?”

The question registered only faintly in Jadon’s headset, all his focus instead zeroed in on the pixelated movements of his starting XI as they ran alongside Marcus’ XI. The teams were so well-matched that every possession was a battle, and the 85th minute found them in a deadlock with one goal each. It wasn’t quite the time for casual conversation.

“My middle name? What do you mean? No-no-no-no!”

One of his center backs made a sloppy pass, and a pressing forward had intercepted it. Thankfully, the keeper recovered and the score remained 1-1.

“Stop trying to distract me, bro! It won’t work.”

“M’not, I swear! It’s just the letter there on your bracelet. It’s catching the light and I can see it through the screen. And it’s not J or S, so.”

Jadon looked down at his wrist for a moment, at the thin gold chain draped along the left one with a capital letter and small, earth figure hanging in the center. Marcus was right – the jewelry did shine in the light coming in through the window and glowing from the computer monitor, and the sight twitched the sides of his mouth.

“It’s not my middle name, it’s for–wait, wait–”

Jadon paused the game and Marcus cursed over the headset. Still, he went on unbothered, more than happy to provide context around the question his teammate had innocently or not so innocently posed.

“So the letter, that’s for my girlfriend's name. She bought it for me for my birthday, couple years back. It’s nice, innit.” The grin that had started as a twitch now stretched across his mouth. “And the little earth thing is like, it’s like a reminder. That when I’m away, different country, different city, whatever. She’s always with me.”

Marcus smiled at him over the monitor, shaking his head even as his fingers itched to get back to the match.

“Aw look at you, Sanch, big softie. It’s too bad your missus ain’t here now though, to save you gettin whooped in FIFA.”

“No, you’re lucky she’s not here, really, cause I’d have been on a hattrick. It’s a miracle you’re even gettin a sniff, bro.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, stop chatting then and press play. Five more minutes and then we’ll see.”

Jadon resumed the game and leaned forward in his chair, his thumbs flying over the buttons. When his team paused for a corner minutes later, thoughts of you, which had been simmering under the surface ever since Marcus’ inadvertently brought you up, flashed through his mind. It was hard when he was in Manchester, and you were in London, but the little spiel he’d given his teammate reminded him, just as the bracelet did, that if the two of you could ever be considered “apart” it was only ever in a physical sense, never an emotional one. There was nothing that could separate him from you as far as he was concerned, unless he were to tear his own heart out of his chest or something equally dramatic. He decided instead to raise his hand to his mouth, pressing the letter charm softly to his lips. It was your name he whispered against the gold, uncaring if Marcus could hear, as he sent the cross flying towards the box.

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“Can I help you find something, sir?”

The salesgirl rested a hand on his forearm as she asked, and Jadon flinched at the touch. He’d been in the shoe store for a few minutes already and no one had noticed him yet, but the intensity of her look told him he’d been recognized. She was suddenly stood so close some of the hair from her ponytail brushed against his shoulder, and he could see the dark clumps in her heavy lashes. Her fingers were cold.

“Yeah, actually,” He stepped away from her while he talked, letting her hand drop. “I’m looking for a pair of those, uh, ugg slippers, slides, the ones with the fur. Do you have those?”

“I believe we do!” She flashed him a smile that lasted too long to be comfortable, and then turned slowly on her heel. “Follow me.”

They walked to the winter footwear section and she lead the way, walking slower and swinging her hips more than was necessary for the 30-second trip. Her performance, however, was lost on Jadon, who had opened up his phone to read his most recent text thread.

Jadon: Baby pick a color, it’s important

Y/N: for what?

Jadon: Don’t worry about it just pick Jadon: Red, blue, black or brown

Y/N: don’t even know what i’m choosing 😳 Y/N: but i’ll say red, it’s our fave

Jadon: 👍🏽

They’d come upon the display of slip-ons, and the girl swept an arm over them, slipping back into a sales monologue about their current popularity with customers, and how the fur-lined interior was more comfortable than any other ugg shoe she’d tried. He thought her boss must be somewhere around, but noticed there was no one near them.

“Do you have the red ones in an 8? And also a 5.5.?”

“Let’s just see!” She bent at the waist, searching the rack of boxes for the numbers he’d requested and making little noises of exertion all the while. Jadon’s eyes were still on his phone, searching for the notes app entry where he’d saved your clothing and footwear sizes and preferences years ago.

“Ooh, I’m sorry, sir, it looks like we only have the red ones in a size 8 and up. Are you sure you need the 5.5?”

She’d moved down into a squat, and now looked up at him through her lashes, biting on her lip. Her eyelids fluttered like there was something stuck on them.

“Yeah, I gotta have them. One second, please.”

Jadon: Pick another color, sorry Jadon: show you why in a bit

He looked up from his phone, waiting on your reply, and found the girl staring back at him. She took his returned gaze as some sort of invitation.

“You know, we sometimes have more stock in the back, extras that don’t make it on the shelves. We could go take a look together, if you want? The door has a lock on it.”

Jadon’s eyebrows flew into his hairline. He looked around the store bewildered, at a temporary loss for words, because all he could think to say was “Don’t you see my girl standing here?” and regrettably you weren’t. He couldn’t believe that anyone could look at him and not see that he was yours.

“Woah, no – absolutely not–” He stepped away from the girl for the second time, putting his hands up between them to maintain the distance. “I’ve got a girl, still.”

“And? I’ve got a man, too. But you’re Jadon Sancho.” She blinked her lashes harder, looking at him again with a challenge in her eyes that he wanted no parts of. Now, he wished he’d said “no” when she’d asked to help him.

“Nah, you have lost it.” Jadon laughed shakily, still in disbelief that she was propositioning him so boldly when he had your name written right there on his forehead. Or at least that’s how it felt. He shook his head and walked to the furthest part of the shelf where the brown colorways were kept, keeping a wide distance from her crouching frame.

“I’ll find them myself, yeah, thank you.”

The girl made a frustrated noise that he would’ve had to strain to hear, before she stood, her eyes still focused on him. She paused a moment, and with a shrug, took off to another part of the store.

Jadon breathed a sigh of relief. Just after, his phone buzzed with your response and it was just as he imagined.

Y/N: brown, then. it looks good on both our skin (whatever it is)

His smile returned.

At the register, he snapped a photo of the two stacked boxes just before they were bagged up and pressed send.

Jadon: Early bday present for u ❤️ Got a pair too cus I wanted us to match

Y/N: 😁 omg! thank u babey Y/N: that’s so sweet Y/N: i didn’t think you fancied them tho

Jadon: ❤️❤️❤️ Jadon: Yeah they look bare comfortable Jadon: And i need people to know we go together when we go out 😭 u don’t kno what i go thru

Y/N: ugh ur so brave, going out in public for me Y/N: thank u for ur sacrifice

Jadon: my **pleasure, innit ❤️

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“That’s what you’re wearing? You're sure?”

Jadon continued primping himself in the mirror beside you, flattening the crease in his jeans, and fitting clear glasses onto his face. Lastly, slowly, he dragged his palms down the lines of his shirt, and turned to admire the details on its back.

“Of course I am, what you mean? Got it customized and everything, just for your special day, didn’t I?”

The shirt was jersey material and a bright lilac purple with two grey stripes down the front, but the other side was what had made your breath catch when he’d pulled it out of his bag. Y/N’S BOYFRIEND it read, in sparkly block letters across the back.

“I love it! I love it so much. I love you! Come here.” was all you managed at first, through rapid kisses to his lips, cheeks, and neck, but now that the shock had passed the meaningfulness of the gesture began to set in. You hugged him from behind then, feeling the prickle of the glittery letters against your chest through your robe. The love and appreciation you felt was overwhelming.

“How’d you know I’d wear purple, too?” You murmured into his back.

“Cause I just know.” He answered, looking extremely proud of himself. His hands curled around yours as they travelled up his chest, bringing the left one up to his mouth for a kiss.

“You'll make me cry, you know. Ruin my make-up.”

“Nah, none of that. Go on, finish gettin ready.” He squeezed your butt gently. “They’ll have shut the lights off already, and I need everyone to see.”

Now, inside the small party being held in your honor you were convinced the shirt looked even better, shimmering under the flashing dance-floor lights and complimenting his tanned skin. Together with your lavender shirt-skirt set you looked like brown-skinned Barbie and Ken, like two halves of the same whole, and knowing so made your “birthday girl” glow increase tenfold.

Through the night you floated between groups of friends and acquaintainces, trading memories, laughing hard, and saying thank you for the thoughtful gifts and warm messages given from those who’d come to celebrate. Jadon stayed by your side without fail, clocking the eyes on his garment as he passed, and it seemed the the edges of his smile extended each time there was a whisper of “Aww” or a gasp of surprise. Every now and then he would drop your hand, letting you stray a little ahead of him before wrapping an arm around your waist or joining hands again, so that anyone who hadn’t seen the first time knew exactly who “Y/N” was. When you realized what he was doing, it first made you laugh, then feel warm, and then drag him onto the dance floor so you could pull your bodies close.

“I’m not gassin it, am I?” He asked into your ear, hands carefully pressing your back to his chest. “I’ll go chill, let you dance with your friends.”

“Nah, you’re exactly where I want you.” You leaned your head back onto his shoulder for a moment, closing your eyes, feeling the gentleness of his hands on your waist, of his voice in your ear. Remembering how it was your name on his back for all these friends and strangers in the party to see. The music bumped and your bodies’ continued swaying to it.

“I’m happy you’re here, baby. And I can’t stop thinking about your shirt.” You let out more of the happy giggling that had characterized the night. “It’s my favorite gift so far.”

He shrugged, and you felt the movement against your back.

“I’ve been out the city for a while, innit. Just want to make sure people know what it is, that they ain’t forgot.”

“Do you think I don’t do that?” Your body stilled between his arms. “Is that why you’re on about it so much?”

“No, I don’t think that.” He guided your waist to keep moving again, making a lazy circle in time to the beat. “But I gotta make sure. You know that with me people always got something to say, innit. Always speculation, rumors and that. So I do what I can to make sure there ain’t no questions, about us, I mean. Cause there ain’t.”

“Well, I don’t think nobody’s gonna get confused after tonight. You couldn’t have made it any more clear.”

Jadon only laughed, his actions tonight already saying far more than a million words could. He ducked his head down into your neck for two, three warm kisses, squeezing at your hip, and his soft lips on your skin made you shiver.

You turned in his arms towards him, wrapping yours around his neck.

“It makes me feel so good, though, that. That you’re so proud to be with me. Makes me feel very lucky, and special, very in love with you.”

“You are special.” His lips twitched, fighting a smile, and you scratched one hand into the hair at the back of his neck. ”You’re everything. And you’ve held me down for so long, baby, there ain’t even nobody else to think about. It’s just you, innit.”

“I love you” you spoke, a smile breaking across your features, leaning against him, cradling his face, parting his lips in a gesture that said mine. He returned the kiss and the three words in one breath, his heart thumping, and the only thought in his head a repeat chorus of yours yours yours.

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blueaetherr · 2 years

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elysian (novacane)

pairing: jadon sancho x gn!reader [they/them]

warnings: [implicit] mentions of alcohol

summary: the one where they mess up their birthday, but they make the most of it with jadon

now playing: novacane by frank ocean

A balloon flew in their sight, and Y/N struck it with a table knife before it could fly by. They huffed softly, blowing their hair away from their face. Were they too harsh for popping the balloon? I mean I wouldn't know; they were too lost in their feelings to recognise one from the other. "This is not how I expected to spend my birthday."

They had everything set up for their birthday party. Everything came from their resources, made by their hands. From the food to the decorations. And yet no one turned up; a setting without its characters. It was a shame because everything that went down was on Y/N, solely.

"Welcome to your birthday party, Y/N!" Jadon appeared by the patio door with drinking contents in his grip. There was a bit of limp to his walk—a, though subtle, lack of balance. Fortunately, he made his short journey from the kitchen to the backyard.

He plopped down next to Y/N and set all the contents on the patio table. From nowhere he began to laugh into their shoulder and he had no intentions of stopping. With reason or without reason was a question to ponder on. "A birthday party that no one decided to come to." His sense of humour dilated after a drink or two, or more.

Y/N every reason to be upset about the little to no attendance to their birthday party. It was valid from every angle you could view the situation. That feeling of anger and unintentional neglect, however, could only be limited. Had they written the correct date on the invitations maybe, just maybe, would the attendance have exceeded the number of two.

"Okay! I messed up with the invitations," they whined, shrugging Jadon off their shoulder. Y/N folded their arms. "No need to remind me every second of the day."

"Yeah. And that's the reason why everyone decided not to come," Jadon rolled his eyes as his laughter died out. His smile, on the other hand, remained alive and real. "But it's okay because I'm here. I don't need an invitation to know when your birthday is."

The friendship of Jadon and Y/N stretched back for many years, for many birthdays, too. There was a lot of the two, together and separated. The friends grew up on one another and there were no plans of drifting apart.

They turned their head to look at their friend, lost eyes observing lost eyes. "You're not the only one."

Jadon leaned back and scoffed, taking a glance at the empty backyard. Y/N pushed him away when he looked into the house. They understood that their words were rhetorical, but the need for Jadon to rub it in felt a bit excessive. "Is everyone else just invisible or am I just tweaking here?"

"I don't know," they said. "Maybe they are invisible."

The absence of sound presence settled, only a bird's chirps in one's ear range. But there was a twitching frown that formed into a timid grin. Then a grin formed into a vibrant smile. The gesture later turned into laughter, the laughter so contagious that it moved from Jadon over to Y/N. The two couldn't stop, one clutching onto the other to stop themselves from falling back on the grass. A gesture of euphoria only growing, and growing, and growing with no intention of dying down.

They [Jadon and Y/N] didn't know or understand why they were laughing. No reason or intent behind the act. Though they refused to let go of this. This feeling so external and real because you could not feel. But through one another's presence, the drinking contents and the need to let go, Jadon and Y/N felt. They could feel without having to put the effort into experiencing a feeling.

A party took place without its attendants. No way would the two allow their hard work to fall flat, so they made the most of everything there was to consume. Filling in everyone's lack of attendance, Jadon and Y/N made the celebration a party for two. They sang and danced, playing loud music to pass through home walls. Y/N made a wish and blew out their candles with Jadon singing happy birthday more times than necessary. Singing, dancing, drinking—it was a fun environment. To create and to be a part of.

The party dragged into the late night, the two far out of tune with the idea of time. I mean it proved to be more difficult with every swing of a drink one took. Everything slowed down even when it only moved faster. Too out of it to know what they were doing. Oversharing within the friendship, oversharing beyond the friendship. It brought about attraction that was never there; it brought about attraction that was always there. Recent memories faded out while they were being made. If what they saw, if who they saw was real with their sight blurring in real-time.

A time when neither knew what they were doing. To the point where they couldn't feel or had the want to feel. Falling short of it when it was needed, too much of it when the want to feel wasn't present. But it was okay. Maybe there was a lack of feeling to everything Y/N wanted to feel had everything gone to plan. What remained, however, was the feeling of being. The feeling of being with Jadon, having him around when everyone else refused to turn up (even when it wasn't their fault).

Knowing that Y/N would always have Jadon (even when they couldn't process it with a heavy mind)—someone who didn't need to remind himself of their birthday—that was all the feeling they needed.

Jadon leaned his face on Y/N's shoulder, breathing softly. His eyes, droopy and reduced, somehow noticed the drink in Y/N's grips. His finger tapped against the glass bottle. "You thinking about putting that down any minute now?"

"No." Y/N took a long swing of the drink and swallowed hard. By this time of day, it took more effort to be reckless. "I don't think I will."

"Good 'cause--" He mindlessly motioned to his cup. They scoffed out a laugh as they poured the drink, laughing more in the dark when Jadon began to cheer. "--that right there!"

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threelionsgirl · 2 years

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without time | jadon sancho

request: “Can you do one with jadon where during sex he says "I don't wanna take it out" 😩”

yes he is hot and its not my gif

warnings: +18, smut! quickie, unprotected sex

word count: 1426

notes: I used to write on my sideblog @masonwmount but I think I'm going to abandon it so you can send your requests here!

masterlist | requests are open!

That night, Jadon had arrived at your house a little earlier than you had expected. You were going to go to a friend’s birthday party, and he was supposed to pick you up, but when he arrived you weren’t ready yet, forcing Jadon to wait for you to finish getting ready.

You were sitting facing the mirror on your dressing table finishing your make-up, while your boyfriend was on the bed next to you, half impatiently waiting for you.

“You’re already beautiful, you don’t need all that make-up.” He was trying to argue to get you to give up putting on make-up, but you just ignored it by continuing to stare into the mirror to swipe your eyelash mask. Realizing that you wouldn’t give up, he huffed and let his torso fall back, lying down on the bed and grabbing one of your pillows.

You smiled and looked at him, sprawled out on his sheets with his legs spread, so irresistible. He was tidy, in the style of clothes he usually liked to wear, but it was his perfume that was really distracting you a bit. Jadon was a vain guy, he always liked to look good, whether it was with his haircut, his beard lined up, or a striking scent.

His position on the bed made you bite your lip, trying to hold back your impulses.

“Jadon, get up from there or sit up straight.” You spoke, poking his leg with your foot.

“Why?” he asked, dropping the pillow and stood up, propping his elbows on the mattress to look at you.

“You are making me want to jump on you.” You admitted and decided to look back at the mirror, finishing a few things of your make-up. He chuckled, watching you, and keeping the position he was in to try to tease you. You tried to avoid his gaze as you brushed your hair, in a few minutes you were ready and stood up. “I’m ready.”

You announced, but he didn’t even move a muscle, apparently Jadon thought that looking at you was more interesting than being impatient. You bent down to pick up your purse from the mattress, it was only inches from Jadon’s head, and as you were about to return to your original position, he stopped you by grabbing your waist, you felt your knees go against the edge of the bed.

“What are you doing? We’re going to be late.” Your question didn’t have the opposite effect on him, he just pulled you lower, and you propped your hands on the mattress on the side of his head.

“You look very pretty.” His hands went down to your ass, and you relaxed your body on top of his, with your knees on either side of his hips.

“Oh yeah, you too.” You ran your hand across his face and he leaned in to kiss you.

You thought it would be an innocent kiss, and you would soon be leaving your house and going to the party, until it started to get more intense. You held the sides of his head as you kissed him, and your tongues played with each other. His hands moved up your thighs and down the inside of your dress to your panties. You were getting wet as his cock was also getting hard, it was easy to feel him underneath you.

“We don’t have time for that, Jad.” You tried to argue, but he shut your lips with a kiss.

“We always have time for this, baby.” You bit your lips, his fingers teasing you as they ran past your panties. “We can be quick.”

You gave in because it was really hard to resist a quickie with Jadon. You were always doing it, curled up together in unusual places, it was the price you paid for having such high libido and energetic bodies, but you weren’t complaining.

He quickly turned you over, and you were lying on the mattress with Jadon on top of you. He kissed you as he pulled your dress up to your waist. You moaned into his mouth, running your hands down his back and up his arms, wanting to rip the shirt off your torso. Jadon pulled your panties aside and began to stimulate your clitoris with his finger, you moaned at his touches and the kisses he left on your neck.

You were a bit impatient, his fingers were good, but you wanted his cock, not to mention that you were out of time. Your hands went to the waistband of his jeans, and you slid the zipper down. He moaned in your good voice as you pulled his cock out of his underwear and grabbed it, making slow back and forth movements.

“So, are you going to fuck me or are we going to stay here all night?” You said, giving him a mischievous smile.

“Well, I wouldn’t mind staying here all night.” He spoke, but squeezed your thighs together and replaced your hand on his cock, so he could guide himself into you. You smiled, feeling the tip of his cock at your entrance, and rolled your hips as he filled you.

“I’m not in the mood for cramming right now, babe.” You said, pulling him closer and moving your hips so that his cock came out and entered you again in an accelerated manner. Jadon was trying to match the movements of your hips with his, he sank his fingers into your hair, dragging you against him and crushed his mouth against yours as he fucked you hard.

You sank your head into his neck, moaning almost unconsciously, the joy and excitement making your pulse race and your skin flush. Your stomach clenched with pleasure.

“Damn, Jad, that’s so good.” You hooked your hands on the back of his shoulders and met his thrusts with arching hips. A moan resounded in your throat, and he kissed you harder, his fingers gripping your ass. His speed increased and you felt the orgasm peak. “Fuck.” Your stomach sank and your back arched, you felt your body tremble and your pussy pulsate around his cock as you came. Quickies with Jadon were always good.

You embraced him, intending to kiss him to wait for him to climax himself, but instead of speeding up, your strokes slowed to a slow grind.

“Jad, what happened?”

“I don’t wanna take it out.” He looked down where your crotches met, then looked at you and stopped his movements completely with his cock buried inside you. You could feel every inch of his cock throbbing inside you.

“What happened to ‘gonna be quick’?” You laughed, running your hands across his shoulders.

“I think I changed my mind.” He left a kiss on your mouth and moved down to your neck. His hands grabbed your breasts, wanting to undress them.

“Then I guess you better give up because we still have a party to go to and wouldn’t it be frustrating to go without cumming?” You flexed the muscles in your vagina and could swear you almost heard him whimper after doing so.

“You wouldn’t be so cruel to leave me without cumming.” He moved his head to look at you directly, arching an eyebrow.

“Then hurry up, honey.” You encouraged by slapping his ass, Jadon rolled his eyes, but begins to move again. He pulled away and entered you again, his breathing rough, his body tense as she looked at you, seeking her own orgasm after seeing you satisfied.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, Jadon thrust into you a few more times, quick strokes with a certain intensity. The muscles in your stomach contracted and with a low moan he shuddered and came inside you. Your eyes closed, and your heart pounded hard as he gave a final thrust, causing him to let out that guttural grunt in your ear.

“Fuck that was really good.” He said, relaxing on top of you, you agreed, giving him another kiss before he got up and pulled out of you. Jadon lay on the bed, and you lay side by side, lying on your stomachs and looking up at the ceiling.

“Yeah, and now we’re late.” You turned your face to look at him and began to arrange your dress as he zipped up his pants.

“Regretful?”

“Not at all.” You laughed, tilting your head to give him a kiss, blinking with one of your eyes. “When we get home, I will give you as much time as you want to get out of me.”

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pensat-i-fet · 2 years

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A Halloweeny date

Anyone you like ❤️

Word count: 2159

When you and your boyfriend were getting to know each other, he asked you about your hobbies. Your answer was anything horror related.

He thought it was cute. Dating a tough girl who wanted to watch scary movies. But he couldn't expect the extent of your obsession. However, he was about to really find out.

A couple of weeks before Halloween, you showed up at his house with a huge smile on your face.

"Someone is happy to see me", he said.

"Oh my God! I have the perfect Halloween plan for us!!"

"Halloween? I've never celebrated it. Do you want to watch horror movies or something?"

Watch horror movies or something? Lame.

"What? No, we could do that every other day. We are going on a trip!", you said, beaming. And then proceeded to show him the leaflet of the little town you had found and that was the perfect spooky escapade for the two of you.

"A ghost town? Are you serious?", he asked, eyebrow raised.

"Yes. I've always wanted to do something like this. But all my friends and exes thought it was a stupid idea. You don't think it's stupid, right?", you said, puppy eyes ready to convince him.

"Tell me the whole plan".

He really couldn’t say no to your puppy eyes.

And so you did. You had it all planned to the last detail.

First, you'll be going on a ghost town tour. Some of the locations looked stunning, and perfect to turn your IG feed into spooky perfection. Then, you'll go to the cabin you had rented in the middle of the woods. That was the perfect place for all the other activities planned. But you didn’t share many of those details with him yet, wanting to surprise him.

"And maybe we can add a sexy spooky game to the list", you said to him.

"Yeah? What kind of game?", he asked you. Hearing the words sexy and game probably made him forget everything else you mentioned.

"I'll think about it", you said, kissing him. "So, do you want to come?"

He sighed. "Ok, let's do this".

"Yes yes yes!!!", you yelled, jumping in his arms. “You are the best!”

“Where is this town? We've been driving for so long”, complained your boyfriend while you drove to your destination.

“Stop complaining! We're almost there”.

“Is it a ghost town because everyone that sets foot here gets killed?”, he said, looking outside at the scenery. “This looks a bit too creepy for my liking”.

“Of course it does. They make it look creepy to fit the theme. You really are terrible at spooky stuff”, you laughed.

When you arrived, you parked near the entrance of the tour. It all looked so good!

“Where are we staying? Near this area?”

“That’s a surprise!”, you said, kissing your boyfriend. “You won’t believe how amazing the place I rented is”.

And then took his hand so he would follow you.

“Ah!”, he screamed for the 10th time when a spiderweb touched his arm.

“Babe, you are overdoing it a bit”, you laughed.

“This is creepy. And I don’t like the feel of spiderwebs. It’s too dark and I can’t see them”.

“You are the one who said this was lame when we went to the first house and now you’re terrified”, you said with a smirk, you loved seeing him being such a baby. He was always the tough footballer. Well, it was your turn to be the tough one today.

“That sexy game you promised me better be good”, he said, hugging you from behind and kissing your neck.

“You won’t be disappointed. Now take a photo of me in front of this. It's going to look so cool".

An hour later, you finally made it out of the last house and reached the shop.

“Should we buy each other Halloween presents?”, you suggested.

“That’s not a thing, love. No one buys Halloween presents”.

“We could make it our thing. Who cares about rules?”

So you ended up buying him a t-shirt, even though you knew it was you who’ll end up wearing it while you stayed at his place, and he bought you a skeleton necklace that you started to wear the moment you got out of the shop.

“Okay then. Time to go to our home for the day”, you winked.

“Should I be scared?”

“Of me? Never”, you said with an evil laugh.

"A cabin? In the middle of the woods?", he said when he finally saw your destination.

"Yes. Here no one will hear you scream".

"Ha ha".

But when you got inside he was actually impressed. The cabin was gorgeous and had a huge fireplace you were ready to use to set the mood and to help with the October chill.

"Aww, they bought everything I asked for", you said, checking the bags that were in the kitchen. “I’ll leave the best review when we leave”.

"What is that?"

"Ingredients for our cooking and some drinks for a game, maybe?", you said, wiggling your eyebrows.

"Oh, you are getting me drunk before killing me. So nice of you", he said, making you laugh. "This place is amazing. Slightly terrifying because we’re in the middle of nowhere, but amazing. Like you".

His compliment made you so happy. You put your arms around his neck to bring him closer so you could kiss him and let him know how much his words meant to you.

"This is only sweets?", he asked, checking the bags.

"In the bags, yeah. There is real food in the fridge. Don't worry. I just thought we could make some homemade Halloweeny sweets. There are so many recipes online".

"Sounds fun. And I'm too far away from civilization for my coach to know".

"I'll help you burn the calories later", you winked.

You picked up a few recipes, including the marshmallow ghosts and some simple cookies also in the shape of a ghost that you could have fun decorating with the frosting. Kid's stuff but it's not as if you knew how to do much better when it came to baking.

"We can eat this while watching a movie".

"I thought watching a movie was a lame plan for today", he said.

"Just watching a movie is lame. But of course we have to watch one. I already picked the perfect one", you said, getting the DVD out of your bag and showing him the cover.

"Cabin in the woods? Really? Let me guess. It's about people in a cabin in the middle of the woods who get killed".

"Kinda. But it's not that great. Bit of a guilty pleasure, you know? And it's not that scary either. Oh, and it has Chris Hemsworth in it!"

"Really? Are we partially watching it because of him?"

"Nah, he doesn't even take his shirt off. That's the scariest part of the movie", you said, faking a shiver and making your boyfriend laugh.

"I'll take my shirt off for you", he said giving you a kiss.

"Much much better than Hemsworth".

Once you had your pizza and your sweets ready to be consumed, you moved to the sofa to watch the movie.

“Zombies? Really?”, said your boyfriend looking at you with a big smile. He told you many times before that the only movies he wasn’t scared of were zombie movies, so you picked that one as a thank you to him for playing along with all the other activities you had planned.

“Ok”, you said as the movie ended. “How about you get the fireplace going while I get everything ready for our game?”

“Ok…”.

You could notice his eyes following you. He was intrigued about what you had planned and you were really hoping he wouldn’t find it disappointing.

“So”, you started, putting all the things on the table. “I thought about doing a little quiz. And if we get the question wrong, we have to do something out of a few options”.

“I’m listening”.

“Well, just stripping was going to make the game end too quickly. We aren’t wearing much”, you laughed. “So that’s one of the options, which is highly encouraged if it’s you answering wrong. But also we could take a shot”, you said, showing him the tequila bottle. “Or we can do a little bit of drawing”.

“Drawing?”, he asked you, confused.

“Yes. I got this glow-in-the-dark body paint and thought we could paint each other. And then when we go to the dark for other types of playing…well, we’ll get to see our creations”.

“Only you could come up with that idea”, he laughed. “But I love it”.

Your smile was so big it almost occupied your entire face.

“But”, he said. “It can’t be a horror quiz because you’ll have a big advantage”.

“I thought about that too. I’ll ask you horror movie questions and you’ll ask me football questions”.

“You’re kidding”, he said, laughing so hard you frowned.

“I know. I know…I only know the name of your team and the stadium where you play. I’m the one at a disadvantage. That’s how much I love you. I could easily make it so I win and get to do whatever I want to you”.

“Oh, you’ll get to do whatever you want to me later”, he said, grabbing you by the waist and putting you in his lap before kissing you. “And I love you too. Should we start?”

You went back to your seat and put everything in front of you so it’d be easy to reach whenever you needed it.

“Ok, let’s start with an easy one”, he said, forcing you to make a face. “Kinda. Which team has won the most leagues in England?”

“Manchester City”, you said, remembering that was the team that won the last one. So they at least had one.

“No, Manchester United”.

“That’s what I said. Manchester”, you complained.

“City and United are not the same. It’s like…”, he thought of an example you could understand. “Like an original movie and a remake. Like the Nightmare on Elm Street one”.

That made you shudder. “And who’s the crappy horrible shouldn’t exist remake? City or United?”

“Depends who you ask”, he laughed.

“Ok, as a punishment for missing. Though I was very close, I must add. I’ll choose a shot!”

You licked the salt off your hand, took the shot and then saw your boyfriend with a lime wedge in his mouth. You laughed and crawled towards him to get the lime and then get a kiss too since you were already there.

“Your turn! Who’s the first character killed in the original Scream movie?”

“Oh, easy. Drew Barrymore’s”.

“Wrong!”

“What?”, he said, shocked. “It is her!”

“It’s her boyfriend Steve. Everyone forgets poor Steve. Your punishment?”

“I’ll take my shirt off”.

“Who won the last World Cup?”, was the next question for you.

“Eh…England? No, I would have noticed. Wait! Brazil!”

“Wrong, it was France”.

“Of course it was. Ok…how about you draw something on me?”

And so he moved you closer to him to try and draw a ghost on your thigh. The drawing itself wasn’t great, but he kept on tickling you with the brush and his fingers and made you laugh. He looked so cute all concentrated that you couldn’t help but give him little kisses. Even though he complained about you distracting him, you knew he didn’t mind at all.

Forty minutes later, you were both sitting in just your underwear, slightly tipsy and with all types of drawings all over your body. After getting a Champions League question wrong, you asked for another glowy tattoo and so your boyfriend got to work.

“Turn around”, he said.

“But I wanna see”.

“Turn around”.

And so you did. His cold hand moved from your neck all along your spine, making you shiver in the best way possible. When he got to your bum, he took advantage of you wearing a thong to draw on one of your bum cheeks. He gave it a little squeeze and a kiss when he was done.

When you turned back to face him, you stopped him from going back to his seat.

“You know. I’m tired of this game now, maybe we should move to the next one”.

“Should we go see how we glow in the dark?”, he laughed.

“Yeah…and to see how smudge-proof this paint really is”.

Hours later, you lay in each other’s arms and you couldn’t believe how happy you were at that moment. Today had really been the perfect day.

"Thank you for being such a good sport and putting up with all my weird tastes. No one has ever made me feel like I’m not a weirdo for liking what I like until I met you. It means so much to me", you said.

"I have to love all of you, don’t I? Happy Halloween, my love".

“Happy Halloween”.

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babygirldior · 2 years

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Jealous - Jadon Sancho

Jadon Sancho x Reader

no pronouns used (gender neutral!)

Requested: Yes

@beautifulmess0103

Hiii...I just read a Christian Pulisic imagine of yours and I loved it! So I was wondering whether I could request a fluff with Jadon Sancho? Maybe something like him being jealous when she is having fun when she is with his team mates and then him confessing his love for her when they are alone? Thank you <333

Summary: Jadon gets jealous seeing you with his teammates and can't control his feelings any longer

Warnings: None, the term mommy is used but not in a sexual context and doesn't have to be feminine

A/N: i did my best i hope yall like it!

Jadon loves your smile, more than anything. And yet he hates seeing you like this, laughing at something Jude said, holding onto the midfielder's arm like a lifeline when you should be holding onto his instead. Your smile lights up a flame in his chest, shining and flickering, and he wants to hold you in his arms and burn.

He doesn't know what he expected when you joined their big family as a social media coordinator and expecting you not to grow close to each of the boys, to get used to smiles, jokes, careless boy touches. He doesn't know what he expected, but he doesn't like it.

They're a group of boys, most of them are young and act younger, so you play mommy because no one else will, and you don't mind it. Jude whines and asks you to kiss the booboo he gets when playing rough, Gregor thrusts his feet towards you and asks sheepishly if you'll tie his laces when his gloves are on, and you indulge each and every one of them, and you enjoy it.

Jadon doesn't know what he expected, but it wasn't for you to be shared amongst them, and guilt bubbles in his stomach, because it's not fair but he just wants you to himself.

So he ignores the way Jude curls an arm around you, laughing at a joke you cracked, and he gets used to seeing you with them. He learns to laugh along, learns to avert his eyes when you flash him a smile and push back the feeling of want. And he never complains because you give him smiles that shine and that's more than the other boys get so he won't complain, and he'll hold onto your shining smiles until they're ripped out of his hands.

And some days when the jealousy bubbles up and over, he wonders what it would be like to knock Jude down, push Gregor along with him and make them keep away from you, but it boils down quicker than it comes up and he finishes tying his laces with shaking hands. Ignore, ignore, ignore.

But it gets hard sometimes, times like these, when you nudge him and pull him over to the benches to take pictures to post on the teams Instagram.

"Come on, pick up your feet!" You say, dragging him along with your hand hooked around his bicep, and for once, your cheery smile does little to dull his sulking.

"You look so handsome." You say, breathless, because he does. It's sunny out but it's cool, and he's just gotten his hair cut the other day, and he shining, glittering under the afternoon sun. He looks nice, he looks more than nice. "The fans are going to eat this one up."

"Wouldn't you rather have, I dunno, Jude here? Maybe Julian?" His voice is quiet and accusing, and your eyebrows furrow. You've come to learn that Jadon Sancho is a petty, petty man.

"What?"

"Just noticed that you're awfully close with them."

You scoff and tell him, "you're being stupid."

"Am not, I've been observing."

And it shouldn't mean anything because he's just being stupid and overprotective, but he must be blind because you've been dropping hints that you like him left and right from the day you arrived, stolen glances and lingering touches, and he's being so stupid it makes your heart race.

"Observing, huh? Well fine, since you want to sulk and act stupid, I'll call Jude over instead and you can head back to the group. It was my fault for thinking we could have some privacy together and hang out without them anyways."

He shakes his head quickly, eyes blown wide. It's not like he actually wanted to leave, he was just jealous. He was angry, he's happy being here with you and away from them. Because he loves them, but the other boys don't make him smile like you do, the other boys don't laugh and make him want to hold them close and let them feel how fast his heart beats for them.

"No, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He stutters his words out like water from a broken tap, and curls his fingers around your wrist with fumbling hands. "I didn't mean it, I'm sorry."

"I don't care, Sanch." You say, but you don't pull away. You don't think you could if you tried. "I don't know why you care anyways."

"Because I love you!" He hears himself say too loudly, before he's even aware he's saying it. And he's already bracing himself for a response, and he knows the boys are looking over at the two of you.

Your mouth is dry, and you busy your hands by picking at your nails. Your heart is beating faster than it's ever beat before. He's plucked his ribs apart and laid his heart bare all for you, and you're not sure whether you want to punch him or kiss him.

What you want to say is, Jadon Sancho, you're going to kill me.

"For how long?" Is what comes out instead.

He tries to remember when your smiles started to make his heart beat a little faster. He tries to remember when he started to hold onto you a little bit harder, a little bit longer than the other boys did. He wonders if he's always loved you. He can't remember how he lived before he met you.

He shrugs, eyes downcast. "A long time."

And you're moving before you can even register it, throwing reckless arms around his neck and throwing him so off-balance that he has to wrap his arms around your waist to steady himself.

He tastes like mint chewing gum.

He kisses you back, the words he wants to say are lost on his tongue but he's kissing you, and you're kissing him back like he's oxygen and you're asphyxiated, and that's enough, that's more than enough.

When you both pull back, he swears you say, I love you too, but the boys are cheering too loud that he can't hear it. He treasures it anyways. You love him too.

You're still their Y/N, you still cheer each of them on equally during matches, still kiss booboos and tie laces. You hug Jadon tightly after every game, whispering into the curve of his jaw, you did so good Sanch. So, so good. And press kisses to his cheeks. And you hug the other boys as well still, just not as tightly and only for a couple moments. Jadon you hold close to your chest, to your heart. Jadon you hug with your whole being.

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avenirdelight · 2 years

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✨ FIC UPDATE ✨

The World She Deserves — Ben Chilwell & Jack Grealish

Ben is trying to build the world she deserves. But Jack, someone from her past, suddenly comes back.

Stay By My Side — Jadon Sancho

She and Jadon go to an event together. For some reason, he wants her to always stay by his side.

Stuck With You — Tyrone Mings

She gets stuck in an elevator. A nightmare for her as she's scared of small spaces, but she's stuck with a very nice gentleman.

Strawberry Lip Mask — Trent Alexander-Arnold

Trent comes to see her before going away for a week. She tries to get all the kisses she needs.

Instagram Files — Tyrone Mings

Our First Medal — Anyone You Like (LFC Players)

He wins the cup and celebrates the win with her.

Cuddles and Pizza — Matty Cash

All she wants to do is to spend the rest of the night with Matty after he won a match and scored a goal.

✨ Coming Soon ✨

🔜 Andy Robertson & Jordan Henderson

🔜 Declan Rice

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lxndonorris · 3 years

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first time’s song - Jadon Sancho

Y/N x Jadon Sancho Theme: Smutish, Teasing, Touching, Singing, Dancing, Swearing (not too explicit) Jadon reenacting a video message he sent you the day prior, singing the song you had your first time to x word count: 1310+

The sky outside is dull, grey and there is no way you could look through the thick, dark clouds to see the sun hiding beneath them. Luckily, your boyfriend Jadon is at home with you, so you decided to stay in bed for most of the day, with the two of you cuddling tightly. He’s keeping you close to his chest, while you browse your Instagram messages on your phone. Scrolling down your page, you see your latest post, a video of Jadon singing Maldad, by Maluma and Steve Aoki.

He knew what he was doing with it, with him wearing a tight tracksuit, the jacket unzipped and shirtless and his voice, sounding huskier, yet more beautiful than ever before. On top of that, this song is special to you, since it came up the first time you slept together, and since then, you’d always turn the volume up, every line, every beat pulling you back into that moment, so innocent, yet so arousing. You decided to post it on your Instagram, and he was totally fine with it. After all, nobody knows what this is about, just the two of you, and even though, so many people were swooning all over him in the comments, you know that you’re the only one for him.

Accidentally, the audio plays loudly, catching Jadon’s attention, who was drowsing contently with his eyes closed. “What’s that.” He growls sleepily, his whole body now moving, his fingers running along your arm, giving you goosebumps already. “Just the video.” You say shyly, feeling blood running into your cheeks, causing you to blush heavily. “Oh, that.” He says, looking at the screen, seeing himself singing along. “That was fun,” Jadon smirks, one hand at your arm, while the other is now on his thighs, stroking himself gently.

“You look so hot.” You say quietly, your eyes locked to the screen, watching him closely, feeling the excitement, the arousal, slowly creep into every fiber of your body. Hearing your voice, he knows exactly what you’re feeling, causing him to let out a quick giggle, before he bites his lower lip, trying his best to keep himself from grinning. “I’m glad you like it, so much,” Jadon growls deeply and kisses your forehead, your cheeks, and your neck multiple times while you watch the video end with him sticking his tongue out.

Feeling his warm lips on your skin sends shivers down your spine, and your whole body shivers. Of course, he notices this as well, and lifts his head, a huge, mischievous smirk spreading all over his beautiful face. “I hate that smirk.” You hiss, grab his chin gently and shake it playfully, but he just sticks his tongue out again. “No, you love it.” He protests, and even though you try to keep a straight face, both of you know that you really do, love his devious grin. “Nope.” You smirk as well and push him away slightly. Playing along, a drops to the bed right next to you, and you catch his hand wandering to his crotch, where he tenderly feels himself, the bulge forming in his lazy, but tight pants.

You lean closer towards him, your face now hovering above his, as you place a hand at his thighs, and let your fingers run across his whole body, slowly, your fingertip barely brushing over his thighs, his crotch, his waist, tummy, abs until you’re at his pecs and finally at his neck. Jadon of course could not help himself but follow your every move closely, his muscles tensing at your slightest touch. “That was hot.” He breathes deeply, finally able to pull away from your fingers, to look right into your eyes. As soon as your gaze meets his, you know you have him, and right now, there is one thing you want from him.

“You could do something for me, J.” You say slowly as you lean into him, not to kiss him, but to whisper right into his ear. “Sing, again. Please.” With your lips at his skin, you breathe down his neck, before placing a single kiss behind his ear. “Wow.” He groans quickly and tries to prevent his body from shivering now, but it’s no use. Jadon then, after thinking deeply, easily overpowers you, rolling on top of you, pinning you against the soft bed underneath you with his weight. Both of you stare into each other’s eyes, while he steadies himself against the mattress, his face hovering just inches away from yours.

“Everything for you, Y/N:” He smirks, bends down, kissing you passionately, before he pulls away, jumping off the bed. Excitedly, you sit up and lean against the back of the bed, your phone now shaking slightly in your hands. Jadon, now stands in front of the bed, a huge cupboard with mirror doors behind him, showing you all of his beautiful physique. Before you start the song, you watch him carefully, as he straightens his very tight pants, pulling at the waistband and quickly stroking his dick through the fabric of his trousers. He pulls his pants down slightly, just enough to expose his white boxers, and while you raise both of your eyebrows, he just shrugs. Of course, you don’t mind. He knows what you like the most.

Then, he nods once. “Come on,” Jadon smirks before he strikes the same pose as at the beginning of the video. Even more excited, you play the song and he instantly starts to rock his hips back and forth, easily finding his rhythm, every muscle, every move completely in sync with the rough beats. Loving the sight of him moving like that, you start to breathe heavily, needing fresh air, you wave your hands quickly. Jadon, obviously enjoying himself more and more, motions for you to come closer, and at first, you are a little overwhelmed, but he can be very persistent.

Unable to stop smiling, smirking, and giggling, you’re now sitting at the edge of the bed, as he keeps on rockings his hips, raising his arms, flexing right in front of your face. Gently, but firmly, you start to touch him, his bulging biceps, his strong pecs, his tensing abs, and his rock-hard nipples. Without getting distracted just for a second, he easily knows all the lyrics to the song and manages to give you an intense show of his body. Swiftly, while you’re still feeling him everywhere, he turns around, his pants just barely covering his ass. “Jadon.” You scream slightly, and he glances at you over his shoulder, giving you a knowing look. “Go ahead.” He says softly, inviting you to touch him, feel him, enjoy him.

For a while, you just caress his butt, up to his back, running your fingers along his spine. “Work, J:” You smirk, causing him to turn around again. Without saying another word, he just nods and begins to thrust into you, once, twice, again and again, fully entranced into this moment. Giggling, you grab his waist, and let your hands brush over his dick, tenting in his underwear before you turn your attention back to his chest. Standing up, you wrap your arms around his back and start to kiss him, harder, rougher than usual. Jadon instantly takes the lead, however, with his tongue exploring every, single corner of your mouth, spreading his delicious taste all over your tongue.

Moaning into his mouth, you grind on him, teasingly, getting more and more into it. Now, while Jadon’s hands encompass your whole body, you lean your head back, taking several deep breaths. But he doesn’t stop, instead, he begins to spread kisses all over your neck. Then, however, the song comes to an end, and both of you stop for a second to look into each other’s eyes again. “Thank you.” You say shyly. “My pleasure.” He smirks one last time before you kiss each other again.

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