#manchester city imagines

[ladymarycrawley]

The man of my dreams - John Stones

Request: requested by my smutty and nasty mind

Warning: SMUT smut smut (the gif is pretty self explanatory)

Tag list: @masonxomount , @johnstonesfc, @prideofpd, @kathb59 (not on my tag list but I thought you might interested), @chelsealover

John was chilling on your bed as you walked around in just your knickers, keeping your hands to your chest, to cover your naked boobs.

That sight didn't go unnoticed to your boyfriend who looked up at you scanning your figure with his eyes, taking it all in.

"This isn't fair of you"

"What?"

"Walking around naked"

He looked genuinely frustrated, sulking.You smirked and shook your head.

"I was about to take a shower but I forgot to take my underwear"

When he got up he leaned down for a kiss, a loving but hungry kiss. You body was adhering perfectly to his, the pressure of your naked tits against the soft cotton of his light gray t-shirt caused a little moan to escape his lips. 

It was at that moment you realised a totally unintentional gesture as walking around your house practically naked soon turned into something quite provocative and hot.

John's hands rested on your hips, softly brushing your fluffy skin as he let his thumbs under the side of your panties.

You soon switched your roles as you became the horny one. When your other half's lips parted from yours, you threw your arms around his neck pulling him in for a kiss rather desperately.

"Come take a shower with me…this pussy needs you" You whined with no shame at all.

You woke up all of a sudden, panting. The wetness between your legs just gave you further confirmation of what the dream you just had was about (as if you needed any ulterior proof). 

You glanced towards John’s body resting by your side as a part of you wanted to jump on him and put into practice what your subconscious just showed you but the other thought it wouldn’t have been appropriate and it was best if you left things as they were and tried to go back to sleep.

Putting your mind to rest in order to get back to sleep seemed harder than ever, as you couldn’t stop replaying the evocative images you dreamed of.

It was now four hours since you started tossing and turning in your bed and it was time for you to accept you wouldn’t have gotten the lost sleep back, as a thudding headache was starting to form

As you first put your feet on the ground, the cold wooden floor reminded you you wouldn’t have find the perfect combination of comfort and the warmth provided by John’s body and the soft duvet wrapping you nowhere else in the house (nor in the world) and that thought brought a grimace of pain to your lips.

That wince soon turned into a smile when your tired eyes fell on your boyfriend still deep in his sleep: his angelic appearance literally drove you crazy as he looked so cute but also so irresistible as well, making you feel a slight sense of frustration (well, after that dream that kept you up almost all night it was impossible not to feel frustrated).

You put on your big pile vest before going downstairs, where the sight of the Christmas tree together with all the other decorations you and John put around the house some days earlier, warmed your heart. It also served you as a reminder that you still had some presents left to buy and you huffed, switching on the heating as well as your laptop to deal with that formality while having breakfast.

The warmth of the black coffee you were sipping from your favourite mug caused a jolt down your spine, a pleasurable one but not as good as the one John’s lips provoked when he pressed them against the nape of your neck as a form of greeting.

Your focused pout evolved into a smile once again that morning: feeling his touch on your skin was the best sensation ever to you, the only person whose touch would never annoy you.

“Hey” You whispered over your shoulder.

“Good morning” His eyes were still half closed and swollen with sleep and you couldn’t help but press a tender peck on the bridge of his nose.

“You woke up quite early for someone who’s on her day off” He grumbled, stretching his back and long arms, before walking past the stove.

“Yeah erm I couldn’t sleep very well”

“How come?”

“No idea…” The thought of the real reason behind your early wake up caused you to blush as you tried to hide the nervous laugh that was about to leave your mouth behind your mug. Your eyes lingering on his body, on the perfect curve of his bum,on the outline of his bicep peeking out of his short sleeved t-shirt as well as his tattoos gracing his skin, made it even harder for you to resist and a sigh immediately came out of your mouth. 

It didn’t go unnoticed to John who gave you a questioning look.

“What’s that? What are you hiding?”

“Nothing, I have nothing to hide from you” You smiled, looking back at the computer screen before you.

He didn’t buy your poor acting performance and he was determined to find out the truth behind your weird demeanour.

“Come on, tell me what’s happening”

“Nope babe, everything’s okay”

“You had a nightmare?”

“No, not really…”

John bent over you in what should have been an intimidating posture in his mind but it only made you cheeks turn crimson and your heart beat faster.

“What are you doing?” You giggled, bending backwards against the back of the chair as his tall figure was now towering over you.

“You leave me no choice other than punishing you”

Oh what a pity, the man you had been thirsting over for the whole night was threatening to punish you…dreams do come true, if you believe hard enough.

You bit on your lower lip and slowly undid your robe’s belt, without looking away from John’s eyes.

“I’m ready”

He definitely liked the direction things were taking, he was quite pleased with it actually, but he was just playing, being a tease as usual. 

You realised it when he smirked and got away from you, leaving an innocent kiss on your forehead. 

To say he let you down was an understatement, was he really there only to play with your deepest needs??

“That’s all?? A kiss on the forehead was your punishment?”

John turned around and looked at you, his head slightly bent on the side.

He gently nibbled at your finger before sucking on it, savouring what you just offered him.

Without losing eye contact with him, you spread your legs and pushed a finger underneath your panties to move it through your folds. Your dream mixed with the interaction that was taking place was enough to make you wet already.

You slowly got up to walk to where he was and stood right in front of him. The lust in your eyes said it all and the gesture that followed was just a further proof of it: you rubbed your finger, sticky with your wetness, over John’s lower lip so he could taste how bad your craving of him was.

“I guess my breakfast is almost ready…”

You both smirked as John lowered down his head to press a trail of kisses that started from your jaw down to your neck.

You giggled and let him take control of the situation, going for the next steps.

He lifted you up to place your body on the kitchen counter you usually used as a table or as a countertop so you could sit on it. Strangely to say it was a place you never had sex on with John and the newness of it all made it even more exciting, giving chills down your spine.

The hiss you whispered as the cool marble came in contact with your hot skin made your boyfriend giggle and it was the only moment he let go of your skin. 

He smirked at you before spreading your legs so he could stand in between. 

His kisses were burning hot as he went on taking off your clothes without any hesitation, being particularly grateful that he only had to get rid of your pajamas’ top as your night equipment didn’t include any bra. 

His white t-shirt followed the lilac night robe on the floor as it already left your body moments ago, when you showed him what your plans were. 

The sight of his bare chest drew a grin to your lips. His god-like body always made your mouth water, especially that time that your excitement was peaking.

He sucked on the left one, brushing his warm tongue left and right before tugging on it with his teeth. 

John firmly pressed his hands on your hips to pull you towards him in order for his tongue to give some attention to your chest

You whimpered as you felt his lips around your nipples that soon got as hard as the marble you were sitting on.

The level of arousement in you was getting higher and higher and the familiar knot forming at the pit of your stomach was starting to form.

“Yes” The feeble mumble that left your mouth, followed by your hand in his hair, spurred him on as your boyfriend shifted his attention to the other nipple.

His torture was gentle but ruthless at the same time and he wasn't giving your mind time to process everything that was happening in that kitchen.

When he was done, his mouth left your upper body to move down and brush soft kisses on every inch of your exposed skin.

What he left behind were the signs of his passage which consisted of red marks and shiny spots caused by his warm spit. He could have covered your whole body with those signs and you wouldn’t have put up any resistance.

That man could have done anything, whatever crossed his mind to your body.

John stopped when he felt your fingers wrapping around his wrist and he lifted up his head to take a look at your face.

“This pussy needs you” That sentence you moaned was the exact same one you said in your dream last night as that expressed your needs in the most accurate way possible.

“Getting there, baby girl…” He pressed a kiss, one on each of your inner thighs “...show me where do you want me”

You gently guided his hand where you needed him the most, pushing it inside your panties and you gasped: the warmth his fingers were radiating brought a whimper to your mouth and a tremble to your legs, feeling as if your knees were about to fail you.

He whimpered when his pads came in contact with your juices. Your wetness was evident to his touch and he couldn’t help but be satisfied with it: even after all that time, he still had that effect on you and it was priceless to him.

“So wet already…” He groaned, biting on his bottom lip. John gave a quick stroke to your clit before taking his hand out of your underwear to bring his index and middle finger to brush over your still covered folds in a slow but intense motion.

It was then the turn of his thumb to test the waters as he applied a pleasurable pressure against your clit, moving it in circular motions while doing so. A desperate whimper left your mouth as he did that.

“You like it, don’t you?”

You nodded as his hand job was forbidding words to come out of your mouth. 

Desperate, high-pitched moans became the only form you could express yourself with.

John gave a quick glance at you before kneeling down to press a couple of soft kisses below your belly button. His eyes were closed and his lips felt like feathers against your skin and you placed your left foot over his shoulder.

“Yes babe”

Another quick glance right before he kissed your still covered but damp pussy.

You were now fully ready to have him fucking you: you were ridicolously wet and you couldn’t help but moving your left hand in circular motion over your clit, the squeaky sound of your wetness mixed with your ragged breathing being the soundtrack of the moment.

He moved your slip to the side and, as soon as you felt his plumpy lips close to your core, you knew they were gonna take the palace of your hand: he kneeled down and placed both of his hands on your thighs to keep them open for him to eat you out without any problem. 

At first he helped himself to have full access to it by opening your folds with his thumbs. He gave it a first, raw lick there as if to give you a preview of what was waiting for you. Then he positioned himself in a more comfortable position and started moving his lips against your pussy so passionately. He was sucking on your bud and parting your folds with his tongue, his tip frantically teasing your skin down there. 

God he was good at eating you out, it was never enough for you. You started bucking your hips against his mouth as the urge to feel his tongue deeper and deeper inside of you was insatiable. He moved his tongue from down to up, making it each time faster

He kept alternating those motions encouraged by your heavy breaths and also added some husky moans that sent you over the moon.

He was perfect and everything he did as well.

A loud pop was what made you wince, meaning he broke the contact with the most secret part of you that he knew like the back of his hand by then.

“So perfect…” He breathed out, looking at your wetness and pressing his lips to it another time. He now brought his index close to your mouth and you liked it, a lot. But it was too soon to make you cum and it wasn’t the way he wanted it to happen.

John got up and gently pushed his erection inside of you, causing your mouth to form an O shape while feeling every inch of him filling you.

In a romantic spark, John leaned himself forward so his body would adhere perfectly to yours and brushed his lips against yours, while waiting for you to adjust to his big cock.

The man started with gentle but deep thrusts that touched every single corner of your walls, making you yearn for more.

He left a small peck at the corner of your mouth before pulling himself up and speeding up his moves.

The incoherent sounds coming from your throat were getting louder and higher as the sweat drops adorning his abs perfectly matched the heat of the moment as well as his stamina.

He pressed his hand on your stomach as if to feel his dick pumping into you and you kept moaning and holding onto him, touching his neck and moving your shaky fingers up and down his back.

“Yes yes yes” You squealed as John hit your most sensitive spot while fucking you mercilessly. His pushes were making you see stars almost literally as your vision got blurred and tiny, dark dots started to form before your eyes.

He decided adding some more pressure could have been a good idea so he synchronised his pushes with his fingers: he slid down the hand pressed on your stomach to brush its palm over your clit, before letting his thumb do the work.

His finger's motion was as fast as the one of his pelvis, you thought you were about to pass out. Your boyfriend gasped when he lowered his gaze to where your bodies were connected and saw your juices starting to coat his member. It was irresistible and one of the hottest things he ever saw.

“Babe I - I'm cl-”

You couldn’t finish your sentence as a loud groan from John anticipated what you were going to say. He was close too but wanted you to cum first so he gave his all for the final thrusts and your hand joined his once again, both your fingers brushing against your swollen clitoris. 

The orgasm washed over you, culminating in a loud whimper and it was so strong he left you shaking.

Once he met his purpose, John slowed down, placed a kiss on your thigh stretched against his left shoulder, and released his load inside of you, spattering the last drops of his seed on our lower stomach.

You were both panting messes, trying to recover from one of the best sex sessions you ever had.

You were still there with your eyes closed, still a bit shaky and trying to catch your breath while he opened his eyes to catch sight of his cum coming out of your vagina: the sight of it made him bite on his lower lip and pick it up for you to taste it. It was the perfect mixture of both of your juices and it tasted like heaven.

“Haven't you had enough, want some more?” He asked hoarsely as he enjoyed the view of you sucking on his thumb as it was the sweetest lollipop you ever tried.

You sat up on the table, keeping his body between your legs.

“Can't have enough of you” You breathed out with a raspy voice, looking intensely into his eyes while swirling your tongue around his finger.

John smirked and squeezed your love handle with his free hand.

“You know what?”

“Mhh?”

“You had your breakfast but I didn’t have mine…” You naughtily suggested as he sat down on the chair before you. “...and I’m hungry…”

You hopped off the counter to go and open the fridge, under the curious look of the City defender, who smirked when you wiggled the whipped cream as a hint of what you had in mind.

John’s smirk was a reflection of yours and it kept getting bigger as you walked closer to where he was.

“So naughty…” He slurred against your cheek before leaving a playful bite on it.

“Spray it wherever you want” Your offer sounded too inviting not to take it literally: he grabbed the can from your hands and your nipples got smeared with the white cream that came out of it.  

It soon disappeared thanks to his tongue that licked it off, making you moan with satisfaction.

He did the same to your buttcheek, biting on your soft but toned skin and winning a laugh from you.

“You cheeky boy!”

“You said wherever I wanted!” He giggled and slapped your bum before giving other small bites here and there.

“Okay enough, my turn now!” 

You sprayed it all over his chest and gave him a kinky look before letting your tongue travel over his upper body: the first thing your mouth touched were his nipples, now covered with the sweet cream. Your kisses left white trails along his chest that lead to his pelvis, the part you would use to eat your breakfast. You sprayed the whipped cream over his tip to pounce on it seconds after, to satisfy the hunger you had for him.

Your mouth perfectly wrapped around his shaft, as it was meant to be there around him. The motion of your head bobbing up and down guided his deep moans and spurred you to go forward. Your spit, that served as lube, got mixed with the cream and with his precum and tickled your taste buds in an unusual combination.

You stuck your tongue out for him to lick the new mixture off it too. In the heat of the moment he grabbed your face firmly which inevitably led to a messy kiss where your tongues engaged in a fight to show who was the stronger one.

That fight got so hectic you straddled him to kiss him better being in a more comfortable position. 

John tied your hair with his hand and tugged on them so your face leaned backwards and he had full access to your neck that he could bite and kiss the way he pleased.

“You know what would be good right now?” He huskily asked into your ear, leaving a kiss behind it.

“A shower?”

“Good girl”

"You're the man of my dreams" You meant every single word of that sentence, he was constantly on your mind as your dreams suggested.

He smiled against your lips as you kissed him sweetly, your hands wrapped around his neck.

"Speaking of dreams...what happened last night?"

You led him upstairs where your big bathroom was. You grabbed his hand as if you feared he could get lost and entered the cubicle first, letting the stream of hot water wash over you, giving him a visual of your crucial dream…

TO BE CONTINUED ?

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[infinityerlingx]

Baby Fever

P A R T 3

pairing - erling haaland x (fem)reader

genre - fluff

warnings - pregnancy, childbirth, swearing

wordcount - 8.8k

read part one here

read part two here

You sat on the floor of the bathroom, your hand placed over your mouth in shock. The pregnancy test in your hand, clearly two lines, showing that you were indeed pregnant.

Of course you were trying, but you never knew that one round of sex would get you pregnant, you thought you would’ve had to try at least a few times, but a missed period later, you bought a test just in case and here you were 3 weeks pregnant.

Erling was at training, you did the test in private, wanting to keep it a surprise either way, not wanting Erling to be disappointed, but now you knew he wouldn’t have anything to be disappointed about.

You were pregnant with his baby.

Now was just the plan to surprise him, hundreds of thoughts raced in your mind, trying to think of one to help your thoughts. The plans of buying a Manchester City kit with Daddy 9 on the back was the best you could think of, and you knew it would melt his heart with the gesture.

Quickly you got yourself dressed, heading down to the apartment car park, making a plan of which shops you needed to go to, all before Erling would get back from training, which was only 2 hours. You set off for the City Store, deciding on buying the kit first.

Once everything had been done, you set off for the nearest supermarket, buying a cute gift bag alongside a card. It didn’t take long for you to get back home and prepare yourself for what was coming in the next half an hour. You had multiple feelings racing through your body, nerves, excitement and strangely enough, butterflies. It didn’t feel real that you were pregnant. Both of your schedules were too busy for you to even get a quick moment together alone since the last time, but it all worked out so well.

You didn’t even click at what time it was until you heard the front door open. You quickly sighed before finishing up and putting the bag next to your side of the bed. Panic was now racing through your veins at telling him. You knew this was what he wanted as he insinuated it first, but that didn’t stop your palms from sweating.

“I’m home love” You heard Erling shout, his voice getting louder as he wandered down the hallway.

“In the bedroom” You shouted back, before you saw the doorknob turning, the door opening slowly, exposing your large boyfriend. A smile plastered onto his face. You smiled back at him before he wandered into the room, closing the door again and sat himself down next to you. Luckily he hadn’t noticed the bag on the floor next to you. You sat back against the headboard, your legs outstretched, as Erling sat next to you, a large hand on your thigh, his thumb circling on your skin.

“Missed you” He spoke softly, leaning forward to press a small kiss to your lips. “Sorry I haven’t seen much of you recently, it’s been so hectic with games and all the training, day off tomorrow if you want to go out somewhere nice together” He carried on.

“That sounds perfect Erling, I’d love to” You replied with a smile. “But for now I’ve got a surprise for you” You spoke, preparing yourself for the news. Erling cocked an eyebrow at you. “Just go sit down in the living room and I’ll be there in just a minute” You ushered him out of the room. Erling mumbled a quick ‘Okay’ followed by a nervous laugh as he walked down to the living room.

You turned around, grabbing the bag from beside the bed, quickly writing the card and putting it inside the bag, next to the white gift box. You made your way down to the living room, Erling sitting on the sofa, his eyes struck up to you as he felt your presence. You sat yourself down next to him, placing the bag on the floor, Erling trying to take a peek inside the bag, however he was disappointed when you quickly covered it.

“Eyes closed please Erl” You spoke, Erling knew to hold his hands out too, something he always told you to do when he was giving you a surprise. You first picked the card out, placing the small envelope in his large hands. “You can open your eyes now love” You say back, leaning your side on the back of the sofa. Erling kept his eyes on the envelope as he opened it. The picture on the front of the card wasn’t anything special, however it just said ‘Congratulations’. Erling opened the card, the inside reading:

“To Daddy,

I can’t wait to meet you soon!

Love ?”

Erling’s expression was full of confusion, his eyes scanning your face and then the words on the card once again. You were quick to grab the gift box from the bag, a small white square box with a beautiful silver ribbon on the top. You passed it over to him, taking the card in exchange and placing it on the coffee table.

Erling was slow to untie the ribbon and lift the lid from the box. He quickly saw the sky blue of the city kit, lifting it up and holding the small material in his hands, looking at the tiny shirt, turning it over. His heart raced when he saw the name on the back. His eyes scanned from the shirt, to your face and back again, his mouth hanging open in shock, however no words left his lips. He was too gobsmacked to speak.

“You’re pregnant?” He finally asked, barely above a whisper, too scared his voice would fail him.

“Yeah, it’s early days, but I did a test earlier on and it said 3 weeks” You spoke back, edging a bit closer to him on the sofa.

“You’re pregnant!” He repeated, however this time a smile broke out onto his face, he was quick to put down the shirt on the coffee table, and quickly moving down next to you, pulling you into him. “Thank you” He spoke, wrapping his arms around you, your arms snaked around his shoulders, pulling him into you. The nerves of the day finally dissipating, leaving you with nothing but excitement. Tears pricked at your eyes at his embrace, feeling overwhelmed with everything. You pulled away from the hug moments later, noticing tears trickling down Erling’s cheeks. Your hands cupped his cheeks, your thumbs swiping the tears away. You leant in kissing the tip of his nose.

“We’re going to be parents, Erling” You whispered, leaning your forehead against his. Erling’s hands held your hips, his thumb rubbing circles into your skin, a smile broke out onto his face again, not being able to keep it in him.

“We are, you’re gonna be the best mama to our baby” His words sent shivers down your spine and a blush rise to your cheeks, butterflies swarmed your belly.

“Our baby” You repeated, smiling as his words ran through your head. “Our baby will be so lucky to have you as their daddy Erling” You spoke, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips.

“I still can’t believe it, I’m so happy” He replied, smiling into the kiss.

*2 months later

Erling had an unexpected day off from training, he was bound to spend the whole day with you, just doing nothing, you both needed it, you didn’t get an easy first 2 months of pregnancy, the morning sickness way beyond the extent you would’ve thought, every morning you woke up, a wave of nausea running through you, and today was no different.

You had once again woken up before the crack of dawn, the nausea taking over you suddenly, making you jump from your warm bed, stepping straight to the bathroom, falling to your knees over the toilet, your forearms resting on the toilet seat, you rested your head on your bicep, closing your eyes as you felt your heart begin to race, head spinning as you tried to relax yourself.

Erling woke up to the noise of the bathroom door opening, he knew this now, it was a daily routine. He got himself out of bed, making a beeline to the bathroom, noticing your figure hunched over the toilet. He was quick to sit down next to you, a large hand on your back, stroking up and down. You sighed at his touch, silently thanking him once again.

“Y/N love, I told you to wake me up” He spoke softly.

“I felt bad, it's your first day off in weeks” You replied slowly, not wanting to rush your voice in case.

“That doesn't matter, what matters is that you're okay, I told you I'd do anything to help you through this” He replied, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. You relaxed into his touch, finally settling yourself. You leant your head onto your other forearm, sighing through your nose, trying to focus on your breathing and not the nausea. However before you could focus again, a wave of nausea hit you suddenly, making you rise to your knees, emptying out your stomach into the toilet once again. Erling was quick to pull your hair out of your face, making a makeshift ponytail with his hand, his other hand rubbing up and down your back soothingly.

You sank back onto the floor once you had done, feeling relieved but exhausted, you rested your head onto Erling’s shoulder, thanking him for being there for you once again.

After a few moments of sitting in silence, Erling helped you up from the ground, letting you know that he was taking you out for a coffee and a walk in a while. You thanked him again before letting yourself get ready, deciding on making an effort. You took your time getting ready, making sure that you chose a nice outfit, and doing your hair to make you feel better about yourself.

You stood facing the mirror as you got dressed, pulling on a pair of leggings, you turned to the side, quickly noticing something that you hadn’t noticed yet, due to you wearing nothing but baggy clothes to keep yourself comfy. Your bump had started to grow and you had no idea. You were quick to shout Erling, who came racing up the stairs at your call.

“Y/N? Is everything okay?” He asked quickly as he flung the bedroom door open.

“Come and have a look for yourself” You smiled to yourself, turning again in the mirror so your belly was more prominent. Erling paced into the dressing room, looking at you, before looking at you through the mirror, his jaw dropping as he saw the small bump that had grown. “They’ve finally made their appearance, Erling” You smiled at your boyfriend, who stepped closer to you.

Erling was speechless as he came closer, his hands reaching out for you, he was quick to step behind you, your back resting against his chest, his hands soothing over the small bump. He could finally feel your swollen belly, his eyes brimmed with tears. Your hand came to rest on top of his, your eyes diverting from your belly to the mirror, the love of your life standing behind you, his whole world in his hands, you and your baby.

“I can’t believe it” He smiled, resting his chin on your shoulder. “I told you you’d look so pretty pregnant” He smirked, leaving a kiss on your cheek. You couldn’t help but smile at his comment, the feeling of being pregnant and carrying his baby feeling all too real now. “I love you” He spoke, before letting go of you, and stepping to face you before sinking to his knees. “And I love you little one” He spoke, littering kisses all over your belly.

“We love you so much, Erling” You spoke with a smile plastered on your face.

Before you knew it, you were 5 months along, Erling taking you to the hospital for your next scan, in which you would find out your baby’s gender. You had decided to keep it private, letting the nurse write down what the gender was, and you had given the envelope to your mum, who was organising your gender reveal. You had both decided on letting your and Erling’s mum decide on what they wanted to do. Pep had let you use the pitch to do your reveal on, that was including Erling begging him to do so, Pep allowed him as long as he got an invite himself to come and watch. You had laughed at that comment when Erling told you, however you were more than happy to do so, along with his idea of inviting all of his teammates, they all loved you, and being friends with their girlfriends made it so much easier for you.

Your bump had now grown more and was more restricting than what you had first expected, however that didn’t make anything change, you loved how your baby was growing, you even got told that anytime soon you would be able to feel your baby kick. Which sent warmth all through your body, excitement kicking in at being able to feel your baby respond to you.

A few days had passed and it was finally time for your reveal, you wore a white summer dress and Erling dressed in black dress pants and a white button up shirt.

The turnout to your reveal was not expected in the slightest, all of the boys had managed to come in on their days off and some had brought along their girlfriends with them, knowing how much you got along with them. You went around and said your hello’s to everyone before. You all walked down to the pitch, where you finally saw what you weren’t expecting. Two large illuminated words stating ‘Girl’ and ‘Boy’ in the middle of the pitch. Blue and pink balloons decorated the words. In the middle of the words stood a podium with a button on the top. You took your place with Erling at the button.

You suddenly felt nervous with the amount of eyes on you as you scanned the pitch before meeting Erling’s eyes, who unexpectedly were already looking at you. You sent him a smile which he could tell was a nervous one. His hand latched onto yours, holding it over the button, you both spoke in synchronisation from 10 downwards, before pressing down onto the button. A loud pop was heard before you looked up, the smoke rockets setting off, the fireworks flying into the air, the colour of pink illuminating the sky. You were pulled into Erling’s embrace, his lips pressed against your own. The sound of cheers behind you. You were having a perfect baby girl.

A week after your reveal, you felt the pain of hitting 5 months, the constant headache, the back pain and discomfort of the belly which was still growing with every passing day. You were due tonight to be at the Etihad to watch Erling play, in which he was making sure that you sat in his box, away from the normal seats to ensure nothing happened to your baby. However you currently sat at home, sprawled on the sofa. The headache making you sink further into the sofa, your eyes closed, trying to make some pain go away. Erling was in the bedroom, getting himself changed into his Man City travel kit. It didn’t take him long to get changed, meeting you back in the living room to say goodbye until he saw you again that night.

“Erling, would you be able to get me some painkillers?” You asked as you heard him coming into the living room. He spoke a quick ‘of course’ before making his way to the kitchen to grab you two painkillers along with some water. He brought them into you, meeting you as you lay on the sofa still.

“Causing you some pain is she?” He spoke, a frown on his face.

“Apparently her favourite thing to do” You replied with a smile. Erling didn’t smile in response, if anything his frown was more prominent, he felt awful that you were going through all the pain alone. He passed you over the painkillers and the water, asking you to sit up and take them.

“You don’t have to be there tonight, if you don’t feel up to it” He spoke, a large hand resting on your bump.

“No, I’ll be there, just need a nap I think, but don’t you worry, I won’t miss out on seeing you play” You replied, your hand resting on top of his. “Plus, how are you going to dedicate your goals to me if I'm sat here?” You smiled, in which Erling’s face broke out into a smirk.

“That’s a very good point kjære, I’ve got something special planned for my girls” He spoke, your stomach breaking out in butterflies at his words, a blush spread across your cheeks. He noticed your flushed state, leaning forward and giving you a long kiss. “My girls” He spoke as he pulled away, leaning down and pressing a longing kiss to your belly. “I’ll ring Dad now and ask him to come and pick you up at around half 6? Is that okay?” He asked, standing up from the sofa.

“That’s perfect, thank you, I’ll wait for you in the box after the game” You smiled again, Erling was quick to lean down again, giving you another kiss before making his way out of the house. Not long after you received a message from Alfie, telling you that he was going to pick you up. You replied with ‘thank you’ before closing your eyes for another hour.

By the time you woke up it was half 5, you got yourself up, the headache now long gone. You silently thanked Erling once again for getting you the painkillers. You got yourself changed, doing a bit of makeup and styling your hair, throwing one of Erling’s city shirts on, the ones you usually wore, too small for your growing belly these days, Erling’s fit you comfortably. You put a jacket on top, hiding your belly as much as you could, as the fans had no idea yet about it. That’s what the plan was tonight.

Before you knew it, the doorbell was ringing. You quickly put your shoe on, before making your way down the hall again, opening the door, Alfie stood on the other side, a smile on his face as you gave him a quick hug. You grabbed your keys off the side, following Alfie out of your apartment and down to his car. Sitting in the passenger seat, the both of you talking comfortably about how everything had been going recently, Alfie parked the car in the car park, you got out and walked together from the car park to the reception. You were quick to get your passes and before you knew it you were in Erling’s box. Taking your seat and watching the players warm up. You only had 15 minutes left until kick off. The seat next to you was taken by Astor, Erling’s brother who welcomed you with a hug. He asked you how your pregnancy was going. You spared him the bad details but explained how everything was going. You watched as Erling blew a kiss up to you before heading back inside to get himself changed. Your heart swelling at his actions.

Soon enough, the game had kicked off and it was a battle between the two teams, Erling racing towards the goal and getting more and more frustrated as the other players lost the ball. Before you knew it, Erling had the ball at his feet, before taking a powerful strike, the ball heading for the top right corner, smashing into the netting. He was quick to run and grab the ball again, placing it under his top, his thumb in his mouth as the other hand pointed up towards where you sat. His family cheered as your heart swelling with pride. Your hand placed on your bump. And it was confirmed, the world knew about your baby. Erlings teammates jumped on him, celebrating his goal. He blew up another kiss to you before carrying on with the game.

The full time whistle had been blown, and you stepped inside of Erling’s box, the warmth of the room taking over you. You got yourself a drink before sitting down at the table, waiting for Erling to come and meet you. Astor and Alfie said their goodbyes to you and went off before Erling came up. It wasn’t long until you saw your favourite face arrive at the door, quickly opening it, he stepped inside and made a beeline for you. In which you opened your arms for him, welcoming him with a big hug.

“Proud of you” You spoke into the crook of his neck, leaving a kiss on his skin.

“Thank you baby, I hope little one enjoyed it” He replied, pulling away from the hug and resting his hand on top of your bump. “How you feeling now? Any better than this afternoon?” He asked.

“Much better now, my backs aching a bit but other than that, the headaches have finally worn off” You smiled, which made Erling smile with you. He hated how you were getting all of the pain from this pregnancy and he would do anything to help ease it in the slightest way possible.

An hour later, you were finally back home, you changed your clothes for something comfier and sat back down in the living room, Erling sat in the corner of the L-shaped sofa, with you sat in between his legs, your back resting against his chest.

Erling’s hand found its way under your hoodie, resting on your bump, his thumb stroking back and forth. A pointless movie playing on the tv, you felt yourself relax into his chest. All of a sudden, you felt a kick. Your mouth dropped in shock, turning your head to look at Erling and he had the biggest smile on his face.

“Did she just kick?” He spoke in disbelief.

“I think so” You smiled, looking back towards your bump, lifting your hoodie up and watching your skin. There it was again, a little hand or a foot, pushing against your skin. Your eyes pricked with tears, your baby finally making herself known to the two of you. Erling couldn’t believe his eyes. His mouth agape, he truly had never felt anything like it.

For months in the pregnancy, Erling and his dad took it upon themselves to decorate the spare room to be the baby's room. You were warned not to enter the room at any point, Erling wanting to keep it a surprise from you until it was finally finished.

Today was the day you were finally allowed to go into the room. Erling walked behind you, his large hand covering your eyes so you would get the whole surprise, you were in the middle of the room before Erling took his hands away from your eyes.

Your eyes adjusted to the lights around you before you got a first look, the walls painted a light grey, a giant cot sat in the room, a chair perched up in the corner of the room, facing a large window. Illuminated clouds placed neatly on the walls, a large drawer and changing table next to the cot, and another drawer set on the opposite side of the room, with teddies sat on the top of it. Your heart raced as you looked around the whole room, taking in every little detail of all of Erlings hard work. Erling stood at the door frame watching you in awe as you skimmed your fingers along the cot, watching over as you pictured your tiny daughter in there.

“Do you like it min kjære” Erling spoke softly, slowly walking into the room, joining you.

“I love it Erling, our baby is so lucky” You replied, turning your head, placing a soft and short kiss to his lips. You carried on wandering around the room, opening the drawer, a few tiny clothes folded up, your eyes landing on the city kit that you had bought. “It feels so long ago, when I showed you this” You spoke quietly, running your fingers over the blue material.

“Look how far you’ve come since you did that, I know this hasn’t been easy for you, at all, but you’re doing so well, im so proud of you Y/N, our little girl will be so lucky to have you as her mama” Your eyes pricked at his words. “There’s no one I’d rather do this with, you're the only one for me” You turned around, facing his large frame, your arms circling his waist, his own going around you, pulling you into him as much as he could.

“I can't lie to you, Erling. I'm so nervous that i won't be able to do it” You spoke into his chest. You’d had these thoughts for a few months now, however feeling stupid to share your thoughts with anyone. Erling pulled away, however his arms stayed around you, a confused look on his face. “I mean, what if i'm not good enough for her, I don't want to ruin anything, I'm so scared that i won't be able to do it, it's a lot to adjust to, and as much as i'm excited to meet our baby, it terrifies me” You spoke truthfully.

“Love, why didn't you say anything, you know that I would’ve helped you. Of course it's going to be hard, we have a whole human to look after, but I've seen you around my cousin, and he loves you, you’re amazing with him. Please min kjære, never doubt your abilities” He replied, a hand trailing up to cup your cheek, his thumb stroking your skin. “I love you, please talk to me about any worries you have again, darling, I don't want to see you worrying about it all” He leant forward, leaving kisses on your forehead, cheeks, nose and finally your lips.

By the time you knew it, you were finally at 8 months and 2 weeks. 3 weeks until your due date, and tonight was a game that you really did not want to miss. You had managed to be at all of Erling’s home games since you were pregnant, and didnt want to miss out on this one, considering you still had your 3 weeks left.

However, all day you had a feeling that something wasn’t right. Waking up early to a kick to your rib cage, you couldnt wait for this baby to be out of you. You couldn’t lie, you loved being pregnant and having the feeling of a whole human growing inside of you, however recently, you didn’t get one good night sleep, the constant aches and pains of it all, not being able to get comfy, or wear anything that looked reasonably nice. You were sick of it.

Erling had woken up to you, a frown on your face as you leant against the headboard. Your eyes shut as if you were trying to focus on anything but the pain in your body, Erling rubbed his eyes before sitting himself up next to you, placing his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into him.

“Not long now baby” He spoke softly, his hand stroking up and down your arm. You sighed, resting your head on his shoulder. “You don’t have to come to the game today if you don’t want to, I’m sure one game won’t hurt me” He spoke with a small laugh, making you smile.

“No Erling, i’ll come, it’s my last time being able to watch you for a while” You pouted, not wanting to miss out as you knew that deep down it would make Erling a bit upset that you weren’t there to cheer him on as you always did.

“Only if you’re 100% sure” He spoke, looking at you, his eyes darting around your face for any uncertainty.

“I’m sure” You spoke, your eyes meeting his, he was quick to pull you into him, sharing a soft morning kiss.

“Jack’s injured at the minute, he can come and stay with you for the game, make sure nothing happens to you, Dad and Astor can’t make it tonight” Erling explained, in which you nodded and gave him a quiet ‘thank you’ in response. You got along well with Jack, and you knew Erling was close with him too.

Erling shifted his body, kneeling by the side of you, his hand resting on your bump, getting ready for his morning ritual of talking to his baby. Throughout your whole pregnancy, Erling told his baby all about yours and his day, every single night, your baby knew her daddy’s voice, instantly moving around to listen to his voice.

“Morning baby, me and mummy can’t wait to meet you soon, only a few more weeks and we get to meet you, please be a good girl for mama tonight, keep your little feet where they should be” He smiled, his face leaning close to your belly, your baby moving around at her daddy’s voice. “Me and your beautiful mama already love you so much baby” He placed a kiss to your belly, as if he was kissing his little girl on her head.

“And I love you more beautiful mama” He spoke to you, his blue eyes meeting yours. A blush rising to your cheeks as his words made butterflies swarm your belly.

“I love you so much” You replied, resting your hand on his cheek, before pulling him into you for another kiss.

A little while later, Erling had set off for the football and you stood in the wardrobe, finding an outfit for the night. You scanned the whole room for something comfy, but something that looked nice, considering you wanted to make an effort.

By the time you were ready, Jack had pulled up to the apartment and had come to your door, you let him in, telling him you’d be 15 minutes, you left him in the living room, finding a pair of shoes.

Once you had gotten to your bedroom, that unusual feeling from the morning had returned, that same harsh pain, however in your lower stomach this time, you stood straight, holding your belly as you focused on your breathing, letting out a deep sigh as the pain dissipated after a few seconds.

You met Jack in the living room, telling him you were ready to go, locking up your door and leaving for the football.

You’d arrived in Erling’s box half an hour later, the both of you sitting inside as the players warmed up, you had stepped out earlier, Erling noticing you and Jack, waving up at you both and blowing a kiss in your direction, you smiled at his gesture before going back inside, sighing as you sat down. However, once again that pain came back again, stronger this time. Your eyes squeezed shut, making Jack look at you, confused.

“Woah, is everything okay?” He asked, his eyebrow cocking. He was quick to get up from one side of the box, joining you on your side. He knelt down by the side of your chair.

“I’m not sure, had a few pains come and go all day today” You spoke, the pain fizzling away finally.

“Does Erling know?” He asked cautiously, and sighed when you shook your head ‘No’. “Y/N, why didn’t you tell him?” He asked, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I didn’t want him to worry, especially how focused he gets in the games, I don't want his head to be anywhere but this game tonight” You explained, Jack’s hand stroked your arm.

“Just let me know if they get worse, or more frequent” He spoke, looking at you. You looked at him confused. “Y/N, little miss Haaland, may want to make her arrival very soon” He carried on, and for the first time ever, Jack was actually making more sense than you ever would’ve imagined. It all clicked in your head, the pains in your lower stomach, that spread through your whole body.

Not even 10 minutes into the first half, you had gotten up from your seat, going to use the bathroom. You took yourself into the toilets, sitting yourself down, however a sudden burst of water made you panic, your heart pounding. Jack was right, she was ready to come and nothing was stopping her. The pain that followed the break of water was unimaginable, your hand gripped the edge of whatever was next to you. You were quick to get up, walking back outside, Jack looked at you, however with your pale face and a nod of your head, Jack knew what was happening.

“Shit” Jack exclaimed, getting himself up and out of the seat, taking you inside as you paced the room. “Are you going to be okay if I run down to the pitch and tell Pep to sub him off?” He asked you, his voice evident with panic, in which you nodded. Jack was quick to leave the room, heading straight for the pitch. You knew that Erling loved the game, but you seriously couldn’t do the whole giving birth on your own, you needed him there.

Meanwhile, Jack raced down to the pitch, he jogged down the tunnel, meeting Pep, who sat on his chair talking to the assistant manager. Pep looked at Jack with an eyebrow raised as he wasn’t meant to be there for that game.

“Erling needs to come off, Y/N’s waters just broke” Jack spoke, his chest heaving with the heavy breaths he was taking. Pep’s eyes widened, aiding for the referee to come over and take Erling off, he pointed to Alvarez, bringing him on for him, explaining the sudden change. Jack had left, running up back to you, not wanting to leave you alone.

Erling was angry to be subbed off so quickly, and so were the fans, all of them booing and looking confused at the early substitution, Erling’s heart racing, his mind going into overdrive with all the thoughts of what he had done wrong for Pep to take him off. He high fived Julian quickly before heading to Pep.

“What’ve I done?” Erling spoke, his voice laced with anger.

“No need to be angry Erling, it’s Y/N, her waters just broke up there” Pep spoke with a smile, pointing up to Erling’s box. Erling’s face dropped, panic evident in his eyes. “Go and welcome your baby into this world Erling, congratulations” Erling was quick to give Pep a hug. Erling was quick to run down the tunnel, into the changing rooms and changing into his tracksuit and normal shoes quicker than he had ever done, before rushing to the box.

You were sat on the chair as Erling walked in, deep in another contraction. Erlings face dropped as he saw the pain you were in. Jack sat down next to you, however as he noticed Erling, he told you that he was here now, Jack got up, giving Erling a hug, telling him that he would leave the both of you to it, Erling thanked him for looking after you.

“I’m here min kjære, how you feeling?” He spoke softly.

“Not great Erling, I’m sorry” You replied, a sad look on your face. “I’m sorry that I couldn’t wait until after the game”

“Oh darling, don’t worry about that at all, I’d rather be here and welcome our daughter to the world than play against Bournemouth” He laughed, making you smile. “Shall we get you to the hospital then?” He asked, helping you to get up.

“Shit, Erling, what about the hospital bags, and the car seat?” You asked, panic evident in your voice.

“Don’t worry, I put all that stuff in the boot a few days ago, just in case the little princess decided to make her entrance early and here we are” He smiled, reaching for your hand, helping you walk out of the room and down to Erling’s car.

You had arrived at the hospital not even 20 minutes later, within that time you had already had another 3 contractions. Erling’s heart dropped with every scream that you made. You had checked in and the nurses had wheeled you to a private room, setting you up in the bed. Checking how dilated you were, in another half an hour, you would be ready to start giving birth.

Erling pulled a chair up right next to the bed, his hand instantly holding onto yours, your hand would squeeze him with every contraction you had gotten. His other hand made its way to your hair, stroking it softly every now and then.

“Are you ready?” He asked you, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“As ready as I’ll ever be I guess” You replied, turning your head to the side, your eyes met his, and they instantly softened.

“You’ve got this Y/N, and I’ve got you forevermore, nothing will ever change that, our baby is so lucky to have you, I'm so lucky to have you” He spoke, your hand gripping his as another contraction took over you.

Soon enough, the nurses had made their way back into the room, and you were dilated enough to start the process. Nerves racked your body, but the sooner it started, the sooner it would be over. Erling let out a deep sigh, your eyes met his once again, nodding to him, silently letting him know that you were indeed ready. The nurse helped you get into the position, and before you knew it, you were pushing with every contraction you got. The nurses shouting that they could see her head, your heart raced. Erling was losing all the feeling in his hand, but he really didn’t care. His face scrunched up seeing you in so much pain, he hated it.

“One final push Y/N, she’s nearly here” The nurse spoke.

“I can’t do it Erling” You cried, tears streaming down your cheeks, the pain too much to handle.

“Y/N, you can do it, one more push and she’s here, you’re doing so amazing my love. I’m so proud of you” He spoke softly, pressing a soft kiss to your sweaty forehead, he pushed the hair out of your face, and wiped away the tears from your eyes. “You’ve got this mama” He promised, in which you nodded again, getting ready for the final push.

You pushed harder than you had ever done, the pain in your body up there with the worst you had ever felt, squeezing Erling’s hand. However at the other end of the bed, you had given birth to your tiny baby. The midwife holding her in a blanket, the tiny cries from the end of the bed made your heart race. Erling watched in pure admiration, you had done it.

Within a minute, your baby had been placed on your chest, she was tiny. A soft blanket wrapped around her, keeping her warm before the midwife’s could take her to clean her up. You had delivered the placenta, and the midwife quickly took your baby off you to go get her clean.

“She is 3 weeks early Y/N, she's a bit smaller than normal babies, but it’s completely fine and everything is normal” The nurse spoke, writing her weight down.

“As long as everything’s okay with her” You spoke, still out of breath. The nurse turned to smile at you, before bringing your little baby over to you. You sat with your back against the bed. Your baby pressed against your chest, the nurse aiding you on breastfeeding, which your little girl didn’t take long to get a hold of. Erling’s eyes darted from you, to your baby.

The midwives had left the room after a short while, leaving you both to have a bit of privacy with your baby. Erling had learnt from the nurses that skin to skin contact was essential at the early stages. Once she had left the room, Erling came and sat down on the bed, just by your feet.

“Does daddy want a cuddle?” You spoke, smiling up at Erling, in which he nodded quickly, removing his shirt, ready to have the first cuddle with his daughter. You lifted your baby up, placing her on Erling’s chest. You swore you had never seen such a sight, one of Erling’s hands pretty much covered her whole body. He looked down at her with nothing but adoration for her.

“She’s perfect” He whispered, not wanting to startle the tiny baby in his hands. You moved yourself slowly to get out of the bed, letting the nurses know that you were ready to get yourself cleaned up.

Not long after, you had returned to the room after having a short shower, you found Erling still sitting on the edge of the bed, however he had moved the baby so he could cradle her in his arms.

“Have we come up with a name for her?” The nurse behind you asked. That’s when it hit you that after an hour or so, you still hadn’t come up with it. You had a few ideas in both your heads.

“Esme Haaland” You spoke, Erling’s face lighting up with his first choice name, he sent you a wide smile, in which you were quick to return.

“Welcome to the world little Esme” The nurse smiled, stepping over to Esme and stroking her cheek, before walking out of the room. Erling stood from the bed, noticing Esme asleep, he carefully put her down in the cot next to your bed. Standing over her for a minute, waiting for her to settle back. You wandered over to his side, the both of you looking down at your gorgeous daughter. Erling’s arm snaked around your waist, pulling you into his side.

“I love you” He whispered, tilting his head to look at you. “And thank you. Thank you for bringing Esme into this world, I know it’s not been easy at all, but hopefully it’s all worth it now” He carried on, leaning down to give you a long kiss.

“She’s definitely more than worth it” You smiled into the kiss before looking back down into the cot, Esme relaxing.

“Go and have a sleep love, you’ll feel better when you do, I’ll keep my eye on her” Erling spoke softly, pressing a kiss to your temple, you yawned, walking back over to the bed, getting in slowly, Erling stepped away from the cot, leaving Esme to have a few moments of peace, he sat back down next to your bed, his eyes darting from you, who had fallen to sleep in a matter of minutes, and Esme, who was sleeping soundly. He could’ve slept for a few minutes, but he was happy watching the people who meant the whole world to him.

You had been let home the day after, the hospital checking you out as there were no issues at all. You had gotten Esme into her car seat with no problems, Erling carried her and your hospital bag all the way down to the car, he placed her seat in the back of the car, in which you went in the back too, sitting next to her.

It didn’t take long to get home, Erling driving much more carefully than you had ever seen him drive. Esme had wrapped her tiny hand around one of your fingers, your heart bursting with how small she was. Erling looked back at the both of you once he had parked the car, your face filled with the love you had for her. He had never been happier at this moment.

It was only when Erling got out of the car, that you realised you were home. Prying your finger away from her right grip, you slid out of the car as Erling took her out of the car seat, holding her to take her inside the house.

“I’ll take her to her room” Erling whispered to you once you were both inside the apartment. You thanked him quietly before locking the door behind you. You let out a deep sigh, walking into the living room, placing your bags down onto the floor. The sofa had never looked comfier, the tiredness in your body finally taking over you, however you found yourself walking in the direction of Esme’s room, stopping at the door frame as you heard Erling’s voice, a quiet one compared to the usual. The door slightly ajar, you stood next to it, listening in on what he was saying.

“You’re going to change our lives for the better, Ez, everything I do will be for you and your mama, I love you both so much. Your mum is such an amazing, beautiful woman, I’ll never repay her for bringing you into our world. She means everything to me, and I know she’s still nervous, but she’s gonna be the best mama to you” Slowly opening the door, your heart growing even more at the sight, Erling sat on the chair in the room, Esme cradled in his arms, his head turned at the sound of the door, his eyes softening as he saw you, nodding over for you to come and join him. You stepped over to him, moving one of his arms he pulled you onto his lap, moving Esme so he could hold the both of you. You got yourself comfy, one of your hands around his shoulder, your other hand going to Esme’s hand. Esme looked up at you with wide eyes, her little chubby face scrunching up as she yawned. “My girls” Erling spoke softly, tilting his head to give you a kiss.

You stayed cuddled up on the chair for a while, until Esme cried, letting you know that she was hungry. Erling stood up, letting you get yourself comfy and ready to breastfeed her. He passed her to you, she instantly started feeding from you, a smile making its way onto Erling’s face watching you adjusting to the new life of being a mother.

After she had been fed, you changed her, getting her into one of her many baby grows. She began yawning again, before drifting off to sleep, you placed her in the cot, Erling turned the baby monitor on, and the night lamps, you leant down placing a small kiss onto her forehead, before standing back straight and walking out of the bedroom, Erling walked behind you, closing the door softly. You made your own way down to your bedroom, popping the other baby monitor on your bedside table, watching as Esme slept silently. You got yourself up after a minute or so, heading to the bathroom to get yourself changed and ready for bed. You looked at yourself in the mirror, your baby bump, decreased in size but still there, it felt weird, 9 whole months of growing a baby, now she slept soundly in the next room. You felt bad leaving her in a room all by herself, but you knew that any movement or noise, the monitor would detect it, and you knew the times she needed to be fed and changed. There was no need for her to stay in your room. You were snapped out of your thoughts as Erling walked into the bathroom, standing behind you.

“How you feeling, love?” He asked quietly, his hands sliding around your waist, pulling you against his chest.

“Hm, in all honesty, happier than ever” You smiled at him through the mirror. “Of course I'm nervous, but we can do this can’t we?” Erling nodded, placing his chin on your shoulder, leaving a small kiss on your jaw.

“Of course we can min kjære, we’ve got this. I tell you what, you have the sleep tonight, you need it, I’ll wake up every few hours and go and see to her, I’ll make her a few bottles up and make sure she’s okay, don’t you worry about it for the next few days. You deserve a long rest darling” Erling spoke, you turned in his arms, one of your hands resting on his cheek.

“Are you sure Erling? You don’t need to, don’t you have training this week?” You asked him, not wanting him to ruin his schedule.

“Y/N, don’t worry about me at all, I’ve told Pep I won’t be in for the week, I’d much rather stay at home and look after my girls” He replied, making your face flush.

“I love you” You whispered, leaning in and giving him a long kiss, your lips molding together. Erling deepened the kiss, his tongue battling with your own in a heavy make out session, it wasn’t until you let out a moan that you knew that you couldn’t go any further with it yet. “Soon” You smirked at Erling, who gave a devious smile back at you.

“Can’t come any quicker, I’ve missed you” He smirked, and you instantly knew what he meant, you hadn’t even gotten close to having sex with each other for 2 months, longing and teasing touches was all you had. You were too exhausted every night to even do anything with him. Erling’s hands slid lower, landing on the soft flesh of your bum, squeezing your cheeks.

“I’ve missed you, so much, but a few more nights won’t kill you Erling” You laughed, kissing him again, but pulling away before he had time to react. Pulling away from his grip, Erling groaned as you wandered back into the bedroom, looking around for one of his shirts for you to sleep in. You had gotten changed and climbed into bed, finally getting yourself comfy, relaxing into the soft mattress. Until Esme started crying, you were quick to get yourself out of bed again, however Erling stopped you.

“I told you, I’ve got her.” He spoke. “Get back into bed, I’ll get her back to sleep and I’ll be right back to join you” You thanked him, before walking back over to the bed, watching on the baby monitor how Erling was so gentle with her, picking her tiny body up in his large arms, holding her close to his bare chest, it wasn’t long until she had settled again, Erling placing her back into the cot. You placed the monitor back onto the side, Erling walking back into the bedroom, he got himself changed into a pair of joggers before joining you in bed. He stretched out his arm, silently asking you to come and cuddle with him, you shuffled over to his body, cuddling into his side.

“Thank you” He whispered, looking at you as you completely relaxed.

“Hm, for what?” You looked up at him, your eyes drooping with sleep.

“For bringing Esme into our world, you’re so amazing, if there was anything I could do to repay you for the 9 months of hard work you’ve had, I’d do it in a heartbeat” He replied, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“I know you would” You spoke truthfully, Erling was the best person throughout your pregnancy, all of the mood swings and the pain of it all, he was there, comforting you, bringing you anything you needed. You could tell he felt bad about you doing all of the work. You never once made him feel bad for getting you pregnant. He was there every appointment and scan, he took every opportunity he could when he scored to dedicate every goal to you, even if it was just a kiss blown up to your box, or a kiss to his marriage finger, even though you weren’t married yet, you knew that he was the one for you and vice versa. He was everything and more to you. There was no one that helped you as much throughout your pregnancy, and you’d never be able to thank him enough.

Erling kept his promise, the next few days, when Esme would wake up in the night, he would be up in an instant, helping her get back to sleep. He set his alarm every few hours, getting up and feeding her, changing her nappy and getting her back to sleep. He knew that you needed all the time in the world to rest, and he was more than happy to see his daughter's wide eyes as he spoke softly to her. You and Esme meant the whole world to him, and he was happy with doing everything he could to make sure he was what you and Esme deserved.

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[lovinpelova]

stupid | k. casparij

summary; being in a hot country doesn't do you any favours when kerstin is around, neither does having to share a bed.

🎵 power trip - j. cole

you had always forbidden yourself from even developing feelings for a teammate ever since you discovered your love for women whilst you were still in the england youth groups. you hadn't formed a crush on anyone or dated a girl on the same team as you and you planned on keeping it that way, you saw how messy it could get in the blink of an eye and didn't want to be involved no matter your age. you'd made the rule for yourself when you were fourteen and still maintain stubborn on it at the age of twenty-two whilst playing for manchester city and the england senior team.

well, apart from kerstin. she's an exception.

you thought you wanted to be her friend because you liked her accent, tattoos, style and got on well with her cat. a couple team bonding sessions later when you won bowling and hugged in celebration, you found yourself blushing and quickly scolding yourself for the butterflies that arose when her hand lingered on your waist. it didn't take long for your feelings to grow into a not-so-small crush and your teammates eventually started prodding at why you were constantly staring at the midfielder or blushing around her.

they already knew the answer, of course, they were just mean and wanted to hear you say it out loud. so you confessed after a month of teasing and had been subject to even more jokes ever since, now having figured today marked three months since your initial realisation and just to your luck, kerstin was your roommate for a two week long preseason camp in spain with your club. you had been fine so far since you weren't in your rooms for an extended period of time yet- but you knew when you headed up for sleep in a couple hours it would be difficult to keep your thoughts from racing; especially since there was only one bed.

there was a booking mistake with your room and it meant instead of having a twin bed suite or two doubles like all of your other teammates, you and kerstin were provided a single bed. not even a double bed, a single. the pair of you didn't make a big deal about it and figured one would sleep on the couch after a small argument on who does - but when you remembered there was no couch and definitely no spare mattress - you knew you were going to have to share a bed with kerstin after discovering there was no other rooms available.

so here you were, sat next to lauren hemp as you cooled down from your intense training session and watched your teammates try cut off some distance on their weekly running targets. the winger could sense you were trapped in your thoughts and after knowing you since you were fourteen, she had no doubt it was about your sleeping situation, how you were going to position yourself with kerstin right next to you was beyond your imagination. she nudged you gently with her elbow to break you out of your daydream and smiled when you returned the gesture, setting down your water bottle.

"you're probably gonna have to lie on top of each other or something. you do know that, right?"

her comment made you groan in further frustration and lie back onto the pitch, your arms covering your eyes from the sun that was blinding you.

"you mean cuddle, yeah?"

"pretty much."

the blonde laid down next to you with a sympathetic smile as she felt the stress radiating through your silence, her attention quickly being diverted as she heard footsteps headed your way.

"it won't be that bad. you're both sensible adults- and besides, something good might happen out of it!"

"what good could possibly come out of a situation like this?"

"i can feel your stress from the other side of the pitch, y/l/n."

a familiar voice broke into your conversation and you shot up just like lauren did a couple moments ago, watching the way she smiled sheepishly and quickly made her way over to the rest of your teammates. you looked up into kerstins eyes and nearly melted, the hot sun not doing you any favours when you saw how she'd rolled up the sleeves of her shirt and shorts to display her toned muscles and tattoos. immediately keeping your cool with a subtle deep breath, kerstin sat down next to you and leaned back on her hands to mirror yourself as the two of you admired the beautiful pitch you were on.

"if you want, i can share a double bed with one of the others?"

"no!"

both of you were taken back by your sudden outburst and you cleared your throat in apology as kerstin smiled widely at you, her eyebrows raised slightly as a smirk grew on her face.

kerstin wasn't stupid. neither was she deaf or blind. your teammates make secrets very hard to keep once they're out.

"i mean- no. it's fine, honestly. we're both adults and we'll figure out how we're going to go about the sleeping situation when the time comes."

"i was thinking maybe i be big spoon for the first week and then we swap? i need my share of cuddles too."

you nearly choked on your spit when you heard her, turning to see the brunette grinning at your reaction and smiling wider when she took note of the blush on your face. shoving her shoulder lightly, you stood up and waited for her to rise with you.

"like i said, we'll figure it out when the time comes."

"yes ma'am."

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the time had finally come.

you'd been thinking about it all day and stressing over every little thing you could do to make her uncomfortable. you were currently wiping the excess toothpaste from around your mouth and taking deep breaths as you looked in the mirror to calm yourself down, almost needing a peptalk. after deciding you were taking too long in the bathroom you headed towards the single bed and were met with kerstin sprawled across the entire mattress comfortably, her arms behind her head as she smiled teasingly.

"if that's how you always sleep, i'm sleeping on the floor."

"very funny. i need to find my charger quickly anyways, make yourself comfortable and i'll work around you."

the midfielder hopped up and began rummaging through her suitcase next to yours, taking note of how apprehensive your steps were towards the bed. she knew why you were so nervous about the whole ordeal but she also wasn't the type to make you stress even more by confronting you, so she plugged her phone on charge and watched you move about until you were comfortable, gently pulling back the covers from behind you and moving slowly once she heard your breath hitch.

you were about to share a bed with the woman you had hopelessly been crushing on for the past three months and the realisation had just hit you, feeling the bed dip behind your body as her quads brushed over your hamstrings. your body grew hotter and breathing picked up a tad, kerstin noticing and deciding she had to make you comfortable before you had a panic attack or jumped out of bed.

"can i-"

she started, her voice as hesitant as your bodies. a toned hand was hovering over your waist and if you turned to the right you would've noticed- thank god you didn't, or else you would have freaked out.

"can i touch you?"

kerstin asked gently, your mind running wild with all the other scenarios she could be asking you the exact same thing in as you nodded your head. her hand gently grabbed your hip as she pulled herself closer and the cover was now over her too, your bodies flush together with her arm wrapping around your waist to pull you even closer as your hand moved down to rest on hers that was gently tracing shapes along your stomach.

"you don't need to be so far away. it's only me."

"i just don't want to make you uncomfortable."

her chin rested itself on your shoulder for a moment as she took in your response, your breathing now slowing down whilst kerstin smiled to herself.

"you could never."

the dutchie pulled you closer and felt you relax in her arms within no time, silently wishing the moment would last forever.

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you woke up to your dreaded alarm ringing out annoyingly, groaning and turning your face to bury it further into your pillow as you fell back into kerstin's embrace. the midfielder chuckled lowly at your reaction to being reminded you had to wake up eventually, reaching her arm further around you to turn off your alarm but not moving to unravel herself from your touch. she tightened her grip and nuzzled her head into your neck, smiling softly when your hand reached to tangle itself in her hair and gently scratch the bottom of her neck.

the two of you were so caught up in your own bubble that she placed a kiss to your shoulder and trailed her lips upwards until they reached your pulse point, your head leaning back to let her move further before you both gasped in realisation and shot up out of bed. staring at each other breathlessly with bright red cheeks and fists clenched by your sides, you tried to rack your brain for any reasonable explanation but nothing came out, quickly gathering your training kit and pulling it on before heading down towards breakfast.

in seperate elevators.

"so... she kissed you?"

"keep it down you idiot!"

you shoved lauren towards your breakfast table and made quick work of continuing the conversation before any of your teammates could follow and eavesdrop, the winger apparently not knowing that everyone could hear her talking.

"only on the shoulder and neck."

"wha- and you just got ready in complete silence after?"

you nodded your head in confirmation as you both began digging into your breakfast, lauren obviously trying to rack her head for any explanation that could stop your thoughts from running wild.

"maybe it's just a natural thing for her to do that when she wakes up in that position, you know from her exes."

"yeah, but it still doesn't explain why she did it to me."

your conversation was cut short by esme and kiara taking their rightful places on the same table as you, a new topic arising to take your mind off that mornings antics. trying to keep your eyes off kerstin was proven very difficult to do in general, but now you could feel her staring glances and lauren would bump your leg whenever she caught her staring. it seems the winger had remembered kerstin also had friends she could tell secrets to, so she suggested you try talking to jill and mary.

after a couple moments of persuasion and arguing from yourself she called them both over anyways and stole mary for her own entertainment, giving you a look that said 'i'll ask for you' as you racked your brain on how to start the conversation with jill. the midfielder slung her arm around your shoulders and smiled down at you, walking to the pitch in a simple conversation until she dropped in the name you hadn't been able to stop thinking about for the past three months.

"so, did you and kerstin eventually figure out how to sleep last night? she was telling me about it."

you froze up momentarily with the thought of kerstin telling jill what happened on the morning on your mind, then realising they weren't close enough for the brunette to let it slip the same way she would with mary- oh god, she's definitely told mary.

"er, yeah. we had to cuddle for it to work but desperate times call for desperate measures."

"i wouldn't call cuddling kerstin a desperate measure. i know you wouldn't mind it but the woman is a good hugger."

you nudged jill at her teasing as she held her hands up in mock surrender, obviously being one of the many girls (everyone knew) that wasn't blind or deaf or dumb.

just like kerstin.

she was eyeing you up as discreetly as possible, doing the same to lauren and mary as she pondered on why you'd both suddenly taken such a huge interest in talking to her best friends. sure, you'd spoken before, but never for this long. she soon came to the conclusion that it had to be about her and lauren had to know what happened.

kerstin wasn't stupid.

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"y/n! do you have a sec?"

an unmissably australian accent called you over from your spot in the common room next to alex, you excused yourself and headed over to mary with a curious expression.

"am i in trouble?"

mary hadn't really ever spoken to you before, so her calling you over was a shock to your system. lauren must have said something.

"sit."

she dismissed your joke and patted the seat next to her with a soft smile, taking note of how stiff you were when you tried to make yourself comfortable.

"chick, i don't bite! relax. i just wanna talk to you about you know who."

lauren had said something.

"what about her?"

"well, lauren told me what happened this morning- and so did kerstin."

you both relaxed back into your chairs opposite each other but kept the volume of your conversation low. you knew lauren would have let it slip and kerstin wouldn't have told anyone but mary, she's not one to tell more than a couple people she trusts otherwise it spreads like wildfire and others start asking.

kerstin isn't stupid.

"how you feeling about it?"

"i'm just trying to figure out why she would do it. i mean, she only sees me as a friend, right?"

"...right."

the hesitance in mary's voice made your head shoot up in shock as she smiled sheepishly, your breath hitching in realisation. her eyes darted to your right and yours soon followed, watching as kerstin stood up abruptly with an annoyed expression, giving mary no time to apologise as she'd seemingly overheard.

"shit- kerstin wait!"

the common room was left in an uncomfortable silence that had you staring at mary in shock, lauren and jill giving each other knowing looks. it was obvious the aussie had just let a secret slip - a big secret - and kerstin was, understandably, not happy about it. the midfielder didn't need to hear the remainder of your conversation, all she needed to know was mary had hesitated to reply and you were hit with a sudden realisation, physically affecting you in a way that could be seen from across the room. the way both of you looked over to the defender meant you had to be talking about her.

kerstin wasn't stupid.

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"are you at least gonna let her explain?"

you asked whilst leaning against the doorframe of your bathroom, waiting for an answer from your roommate as she rummaged through her suitcase. your question made her look up and sigh in a way that had her shoulders falling heavily, watching as the midfielder sat back on her heels before standing up.

"nope."

she popped the 'p' just to make herself even more clear, the blunt response she rewarded you with indicating she wasn't in the mood to talk about anything. you hummed in reply and looked down at your feet in contemplation.

"look, i'm going down to play a couple rounds of pool with the girls. you know you're always welcome to join."

the brunette turned her head lightly to show she was interested, sitting on the edge of the bed rather awkwardly. you knew why she didn't take up the offer immediately like she usually did.

"if you want, i'll text when mary heads to bed."

the dutchie needed time to forgive and forget when it came to watching someone betray her trust, you'd known that for a while now just by judging her character.

"if you don't mind."

her quiet response was all you needed to walk over and place a hand on her shoulder, smiling softly when you felt her hand rest on top of yours.

"you're gonna have to speak to her eventually though."

kerstin wished she told you to stay and come to bed with her, truth is she was too tired to play pool in a couple hours time when she knew mary would decide on going to sleep- but if it meant she got to spend time with you she would stay up. within a couple hours you'd became the reigning champion at pool once again, potting the black more times than you could count as all the teammates that volunteered to play against you lost.

soon enough, mary said goodnight alongside the rest of the girls, leaving you downstairs with lauren and jill once again. you knew that they would want to talk about the situation so decided on keeping the silence present, texting kerstin that mary had headed up with the others and it was just the three of you that would no doubt welcome her if she came down for a couple games or some conversation. she responded in record-breaking time with confirmation that she was coming down and within minutes she arrived, taking a seat next to you that jill and lauren had so obviously left for her on purpose.

the couch was fairly small so your legs were touching and neither of you were pulling away, your friends taking note and discreetly nudging each other. they made a silent agreement to head up in a few moments with a reasonable excuse, watching as you and kerstin challenged each other to a game of pool.

"oh, you're so on."

you spoke cockily as kerstin smirked in response, clearly confident in her skills but knowing she'd never really played pool before. jill and lauren snuck upstairs without telling you, seeing you were too busy interacting with each other and this could be the moment you confessed your feelings if you were alone. a game of rock, paper, scissors determined you were breaking and you did so confidently, potting a solid as kerstin groaned and remained to the side whilst watching you think about your next shot.

"where'd those two go?"

her question broke you out of your game face as you searched around for them, discreetly rolling your eyes at their antics.

"probably got tired."

you covered for them whilst aiming your next shot and missing, kerstins mouth falling open at your form.

"how are you apparently so good at pool when my form is better than yours? i've literally never played before and even i know you're supposed to keep your elbow up!"

"if you're so good at pool show me how it's done then."

you replied sassily, expecting the brunette to take her own shot but were instead watching as she placed her cue down and walked over to your side of the table. she positioned herself behind you and put her hand behind yours on the cue, your fingers brushing.

"bend over."

the low tone she used sent shocks through your system and you had to take a deep breath whilst doing as she said, hearing a hum of approval come from her throat didn't make it any easier either. she bent down with you and her body was placed flush against yours, head almost resting on your shoulder with her hand placing itself on the table for a steady support.

"put your hand on top of mine and make sure your fingers are in the same position. that's it, just like that."

you followed her demand with ease, trying to focus on anything but her and failing miserably when mindless praise left her lips.

"which one you going for?"

"you choose."

the woman aimed for the ball you'd initially missed and shot after a moment of eyeing it up she was draining the ball into a pocket. she smiled in pride and turned her head to quietly speak.

"i have better form than you."

your head turned to hers and you were immediately taken back by the lack of distance, eyes unmissably flickering down to her lips as your breathing rates picked up in sync. kerstin moved her head towards yours slowly but surely, licking her lips in anticipation as her hand on the cue fell to your hip instinctually. her breath was fanning across your lips and you could practically taste her already; she was so close.

you both wanted this- you wanted it so badly. if you could, you would've had kerstin pick you up and take you right then and there on the pool table after carelessly moving the cue balls out of the way. her lips would be molded with yours as tongues clashed shamelessly, you would be reeling and kerstin would be claiming you as her own to take forever more with no resistance.

her other hand reached to hold your cheek intimately, both of you leaning in until lips were brushing. her mouth was practically on yours and you just were waiting for her to make the final move, close the gap.

"oh, sorry!"

a familiar scouse accent burst the bubble as you dropped your pool cue and quickly bent down to stop it from clattering, taking a deep breath whilst kerstin stepped away to a respectable distance and you both stared at the ground with bright red cheeks.

"i forgot my phone."

"no, you're okay alex don't worry."

the defender smiled sheepishly and rushed to grab her phone, apologising once more as you waved her off with a soft smile and watched her head back upstairs. you turned to kerstin and found her already looking at you, eyes dark and wanting. her gaze sent a shiver down your spine and you had to forcefully tear your eyes away, looking to find your phone whilst mumbling about how late it was.

the elevator ride wasn't awkward, neither was getting ready for bed in the same bathroom- being in the same bed after nearly kissing though, that was another story. she was unreasonably stiff and pulling away to her side of the bed, obviously not wanting to make you uncomfortable and you weren't fighting against it, only because you didn't want to make her uncomfortable. it was the worst night's sleep you'd ever had.

but waking up in kerstin's arms the next morning wasn't something you were ever going to complain about.

it seems you'd shifted towards each other in your sleep and adjusted out of instinct, her arms were wrapped tightly around your midsection as yours were around her neck. your head on her chest and legs either side of her waist with one hand drifting towards a thigh indicated kerstin had moved you there herself to gain more comfort, her head turned away from you to let yours rest in her neck.

"morning."

a raspy voice spoke after taking a deep breath and stretching out lazily, arms pulling you closer as kerstin tucked her head further into your hair. you felt her shamelessly inhale the scent of your shampoo, resisting the urge to pull away and deciding not to when she continued to ignore the realisation that she was doing it again.

"hope you slept well."

your hand traced shapes along her back comfortingly and a shared sigh left your lips, both of you remembering you still hadn't confessed your feelings. pulling your heads away and looking into the others eyes, you made no move to back up fully as kerstin let her gaze travel to your lips once more, quickly pulling her eyes to yours again.

"are we going to talk about what happened last night?"

"not until you let mary explain."

you response was quick and put kerstins hopes down immediately, letting her relish in the moment for a couple more seconds with her eyes closed and your lips knowingly teasing the skin of her neck to persuade her into hearing mary out.

"five more minutes."

her arms tightened themselves around your waist and trapped your bodies together before you could move any further to get up. luckily you had the day off, so a lie in wouldn't be frowned upon.

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kerstin turned to furrow her eyebrows at you disapprovingly when you shoved her towards mary, playfully flipping you off and making her way over to a hopeful aussie. you watched the two converse for a couple minutes whilst finishing up your breakfast, smiling at the hug they shared before kerstin got up and made her way to sit with you once more, stealing the last strawberry in your fruit bowl as you smacked her hand.

"and...?"

the defender caught your suggestive drift immediately and sighed heavily as she made herself comfortable, racking her brain to remember everything that was said.

"we're cool, forgave each other- back to besties."

you smiled and nudged her shoulder with your own teasingly, both of you laughing lightly and falling into a momentary silence as kerstin took a small breath to indicate she had something else to say.

"she also said what we have is really special and she wouldn't mind being my wingwoman."

"i think you were your own wingwoman last night."

"true, alex was a bit of a cockblocker though."

you gasped and shoved kerstin teasingly, both of you laughing with bright red cheeks once recalling the events of last night.

"speaking of last night, would you maybe wanna continue what was going to happen before we got interrupted?"

"are you asking for permission to kiss me, casparij?"

the dutchie smiled shyly and shuffled closer, an awkward aura taking over her body language as she grew more nervous by the moment. you placed a hand on her cheek to tilt her head towards yours, deciding to take the lead and just go for it, your lips connecting in a soft kiss before cheers were heard around the cafeteria.

"it's about time you two got together!"

"took you long enough!"

the girls confirmed that kerstin had been blind to your pining for longer than she thought, confusion written all over her face as she realised you'd liked her for longer than she thought. when it came to mutual pining, kerstin could be stupid.

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[summer-princess]

Inappropriate Response: Leila Ouahabi x Reader

Summary: Leila confronts you after a bad tackle. Things escalate. 🔞Smut. Mdni. 🔞 Pairing: Leila Ouahabi x Reader Warnings: Everything is consensual but not explicitly negotiated beforehand. Fingering, degradation, wall sex Disclaimer: Obviously fiction. Notes: I've had this partially written for so long! I hope you all enjoy, and feel free to leave requests! Words: 2674

You knew you had fucked up as soon as you collided with your opponent. 

Her pained shout as she fell to the ground under your mistimed challenge made your stomach roil as you hopped back up to your feet, barely noticing the referee as she pulled out the yellow card and held it up in your direction.

Even as your teammates surrounded her, beginning to argue on your behalf, you didn’t bother. Instead, you peered around the backs of City’s medical team, trying to catch a glimpse of the player you’d taken out. 

Through her grimace of pain as the medical staff helped her to her feet and off the pitch, Leila Ouahabi still managed to send an impressive glare your way.

She had to be substituted off, and the knot of guilt in your stomach only tied itself tighter.

You could see her glaring at you from the City bench, clearly still stewing over the bad tackle as she sat with her ankle covered in ice, but it faded from your mind as the match continued on. When it was over, you retreated back into the locker room with your teammates, not expecting the Spaniard to make anything more of it.

You couldn’t have been more wrong.

As you knew for a fact that you were the last one in the lockers, the sound of the door made you jump, water bottle clattering down to the floor as you whipped your head around, catching sight of black hair as the Spaniard fixed you with a steely glare.

You didn’t know Leila well, having only played against her a few times, but you could tell that she was still angry as she stalked toward you, ankle clearly still tender. You wanted to melt into the floor as she got closer, wishing that you could disappear before you had to hear exactly what the Spaniard thought of you.

There was no such luck for you as Leila stalked towards you, her approach pushing you further and further back.

“What the fuck was that tackle?”

You shrugged, back pressing against the white wall as she cornered you. You wanted to apologize, again, but your words were lodged in your throat as her glare froze you in place. The sensation of the back against the wall, the beautiful woman with ire in her eyes growing closer and closer, was going straight between your thighs.

You knew that your reaction was entirely inappropriate. 

Her response was entirely disproportionate, the rational side of your mind told you. It had been a mistake, and you had apologized for it. Repeatedly, in fact. You shouldn’t be standing here and listening to her shout at you, back against the wall. You should be yelling back, standing up for yourself.

But you weren’t.

Instead, your eyes were locked on the defender’s pretty face as she cornered you, and her fury had you shivering for a very different reason.

Your cheeks were red and heated with a scarlet blush, and your face wasn’t the only part of your body that felt hot. 

“Well?!”

You didn’t know what to say as she shouted at you once again, the fierce bite of her words sending a fresh shiver through you. Your silence was clearly beginning to grate on her nerves as she clenched her jaw, unwilling to leave you alone until you’d explained yourself to her satisfaction.

“I… Um…”

Unconsciously, you pressed your thighs together, your pussy beginning to tingle with arousal. You worried your tongue between your teeth, only getting wetter as the Spaniard glared at you, so close. But she couldn’t know, could she?  

There was no way that Leila could figure out why you were a stuttering mess, know way that she could know just how wet you were getting. 

How, if she did figure it out, you would do whatever she asked of you.

The defender was, however, remarkably observant when she wanted to be.

Still narrowed in a glare, Leila’s eyes drifted downwards from your nervous face to the spot where your thighs were pressed together. You were trying desperately not to clench down around nothing, praying that your entirely inappropriate reaction to being backed into a corner by a beautiful woman would go unnoticed by the woman herself, that you could get her to accept your apology and flee home with your tail tucked in to take care of your need on your own.

Leila’s gaze, however, should have warned you that things wouldn’t exactly work out that way.

“Oh my God,” she gasped, realization flooding her face as you flushed scarlet, unable to stop a little whimper from escaping, cursing every decision you had ever made that had led you to this situation.

“You… You’re… Fuck. This is making you wet, isn’t it?”

You shook your head frantically, trying to deny it. Even as you did, another wave of arousal flooded through you, her looming presence going straight between your legs. The air between the two of you felt charged with electricity as she invaded your space, able to sense the way your breath hitched at her proximity.

“F-Fuck you, that’s-”

“Don’t fucking lie to me.”

Her growl drew another noise from you, much louder than the first. Your breath froze in your lungs as Leila slid one of her knees between your legs, her lower thigh making the barest contact with the place where her words had gone. 

Even through your kit, the touch of the defender’s skin against your pussy made you whine. You just managed to stop yourself from grinding down against the other woman’s muscular leg, but the sound did nothing to disprove Leila’s conclusion.

You couldn’t meet her eyes.

There was no way this could be happening. There was no way you were trapped in a corner by a beautiful woman who was very angry at you, and there was no way she had just slid her leg between yours to confirm that the situation was making you wet. 

“Look. At. Me.”

Even though it was torture, the blush on your cheeks setting your face ablaze to the point where you were fairly certain you were seconds away from spontaneous combustion, the bite behind her heavily accented English couldn’t be ignored.

Shaking, biting your lip to hold back the disappointed whimper when she removed her leg from between yours, you raised your chin and forced yourself to meet her eyes.

Her eyebrows were raised just slightly as her grip loosened, silently giving you the opportunity to say that you didn’t want this, to push her away and never speak of this moment again.

You would have been lying if you said you didn’t consider it for a moment, but the press of Leila’s body against your own was just too tempting for denial to be anything but an unthinkable possibility.

One look into your face made the decision for Leila- behind the humiliation, your eyes were clouded with an obvious lust, the same expression she knew was dancing behind her own heavy gaze. 

Slipping her hand beneath your shorts, Leila’s hand went straight to your wetness.

You were soaked, and it didn’t take the Spaniard long to more than confirm her original suspicion. The second her long fingers brushed against the crotch of your panties, they were met with damp fabric, plentiful evidence of her claim. You whimpered, rocking your hips forward into her touch, and the defender let out a harsh laugh.

“You fucking slut.” 

Her hands found the waistband of your shorts and unceremoniously yanked them down your thighs, pulling your panties along with them. 

“Wanna make it up to me, hm?”

You nodded desperately, not trusting your words to properly convey how much you needed to make it up to her in this way, hoping that the motion of your head would get the message across.

Leila swore in Spanish at the feeling as, unencumbered by your shorts and panties, her fingers once again met the bare flesh of your cunt. She wasted no time before beginning her ministrations, two fingers pressed together gathering the wetness from your entrance and dragging it back up to your clit. The defender began stroking your sensitive little nub, relishing the way you were unable to hold back a strangled moan. Your legs felt like jelly beneath you, the combination of the match and her fingers making you shudder and buckle a little, saved from collapsing to the floor only by her presence.

“How pathetic can you get?” 

She was supporting a good portion of your weight now, ankle making a miraculous recovery as two fingers rubbed against your cunt, mercilessly stroking your clit.

Pathetic was definitely one of the many words that could be used to describe you right now, pressed up against the wall by a woman who probably hated you, soaking her fingers with your arousal.

But the best part?

The best part, and the worst part at the same time, was that you didn’t care. All you cared about right now was how much you needed her, needed her to keep you pinned against the wall with her larger body, needed her to keep touching you like that, needed the filthy, degrading words being growled in your ear.

“I could tell you to get on your knees and eat me out right here and you’d do it, no?”

You nodded desperately, trying to rock against her fingers. She pulled them back, swallowing your whine with a fierce and bruising kiss. 

Leila’s kiss was like fire, her lips crashing against your own with a heat that could almost rival the one between her legs, where her fingers continued to work you. Her mouth dominated, your own offering little resistance as you moaned, again, into her tongue as it explored. She kissed you like she was dying, and your lips were the only cure, until she was suddenly pulling back, leaving you desperate for more.

Kiss broken, Leila’s other hand flashed out, wrapping around your neck as she held you against the wall. Your gasp of surprise was short and strangled, cut off in the face of the momentary restriction to your airflow. She didn’t keep her hand wrapped around your neck for longer than a second or two, just long enough to pin you in place as the fingers that had just been rubbing your sensitive clit and outer folds suddenly slipped inside your cunt. You were tight, but so wet that her two fingers slid easily inside, the Spaniard giving you only milliseconds to adjust before she was moving, fucking you in earnest, still keeping you pressed against the wall and at her mercy.

Even though her fingers were thin, the sudden intrusion still made you gasp aloud, instinctively trying to spread your legs further and give her better access. She swore again, a Spanish curse you couldn’t understand, welcoming the better angle as she buried herself in you up to the third knuckle, lithe digits swallowed by your desperate cunt.

She found her rhythm quickly, curling her fingers every few thrusts so she could massage the sensitive tissue inside of you. 

You were fairly certain you had forgotten how to breathe properly, strangled gasps all you could manage as the Spaniard fucked you with her fingers. The pleasure was constant, pounding, overwhelming as her thumb rubbed messy circles across your clit, acute and addicting. Your mouth fell open, eyes heavy-lidded as you let yourself be fucked, owned by the gorgeous defender.

“You little slut,” she hissed, yanking you back to reality with her words as her wrist continued to guide her thrusts, power coming from her forearm as she fucked your willing hole. “You little fucking slut.” 

“Your slut,” you moaned in agreement, throwing your head back as her fingers continued to plunder your pussy, making it clear who controlled the situation.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Wanna be my little slut?”

You nodded, leaning forward desperately and puckering your lips, needing to feel her mouth against your own.

She met you halfway, pressing another furious kiss to your parted lips. You gasped into the kiss, clasping onto it like a breath of oxygen, even as it stole the air from your lungs. Her lips against yours only made her fingers plundering your cunt more intense. 

You could feel the pressure beginning to build against your pelvis, the sensations becoming more and more intense as Leila slipped a third finger inside, the brief ache of the stretch quickly swallowed by the pleasure. Removing her lips from your mouth, the defender hissed into your ear, hot breath posing a question which made you shiver in anticipation and nerves.

“You deserve to come?”

You didn’t know which answer she wanted, but the idea of being denied, of her talented fingers leaving you a quivering mess and not seeing the act through to completion made you want to sob. Thankfully, it didn’t seem like Leila really expected an answer as she curled her fingers again, palm pressing firmly against your nub. Every movement of her fingers set your nerves on fire, sensitive little clit fully erect from her touch. You could feel your orgasm approaching much more rapidly now, barrelling towards you like a runaway freighter, and you had no idea how much longer you could hold back.

“Leila-”

The strangled moan of her name was enough to alert Leila to your predicament and, as much as the rapidly forming bruise on her ankle made her want to walk away and leave you panting, unsatisfied with your arousal coating your thighs, there was no real choice.

Not when you had taken her so well, not when you looked so pretty with her fingers buried inside your cunt, showing her just how sorry you were. 

She wanted to feel you come around her fingers, and she wanted it now.

“Come for me. Make it up to me, slut, and come for me like the needy thing that you are.”

Permission granted, you wasted no time before crashing over the edge with a sharp cry, a nonsensical noise barely recognizable as the other woman’s name.

Your legs gave out beneath you as you came but, before you could fall to the floor, her free arm was wrapping around your waist, holding you steady as your orgasm overwhelmed you, cunt clamping around her long fingers and holding them in place. Leila couldn’t help but release a little sound of her own at the feeling of your cunt fluttering around her fingers, imagination conjuring images of what it would be like to have you all to herself for much longer, spread out and helpless in her bed.

“R-Really am sorry,” you whispered, clinging to her shoulders as the aftershocks began to fade. 

“Shh, pretty girl,” she cooed, banishing her fantasies for a moment in order to see to you, tone markedly different from the one she had used when she first cornered you against the wall, what seemed like an eternity ago.

“It’s okay. Don’t you worry about it. It’s all fine, I promise. It barely even hurts anymore.”

You sighed in relief, embracing the feeling of her arms around you as she worked her fingers free, leaving you empty as she pulled your shorts and damp panties back into place. 

“Besides,” said Leila, grinning as she glanced at her glistening fingers. “I think you more than made up for it.”

Your post-orgasm haze wearing off, the furious blush returned to your cheeks. She chuckled, shaking her head. 

“And now that you have… I don’t suppose you’d let me buy you a drink?”

It was your turn to burst out laughing, first at the audacity of the question and then at the slightly wounded look that appeared on the defender’s face at your reaction.

Crouching down to pick up a stray hair elastic and sliding it around your wrist, you met her eyes and gave her a bright grin and a nod.

“You know,” you said. “This may be the strangest way anyone’s ever asked me out.”

#woso #woso x reader #espwnt #leila ouahabi #manchester city wfc #manchester city wfc x reader #espwnt x reader #spain wnt x reader #spain women's national team #leila ouahabi x reader #woso smut #woso imagine #woso community #woso fanfics #leila ouahabi smut

[melanieph321]

Ruben Dias x Reader - The Ring

This is what I imagen Ruben look like telling you to get your shit together and find the ring he gave you. 🤭🤭

Summary - Ruben doesn't like it when reader takes off her wedding ring.

Enjoy!

You and Ruben were the complete opposite. He was punctual, you were not. He was tidy, you were not. You were forgetful, he was not. But opposite attract, no?

It did most of the time in your relationship. However it came a day when you forgot something that Ruben just couldn't forgive. At the time you and Ruben had been happily married for five years. Your love was strong, building a life together that you both cherished. However, there was one recurring issue that tested your commitment to each other- Your habit of taking off your wedding ring.

Ruben couldn't understand why you would remove something so symbolic and precious to your relationship. He wore his ring with pride, always feeling connected to you no matter the distance. But you had a tendency to remove your Swarovski emerlad ring, placing it on tables, in drawers, or even misplacing it altogether.

One evening, as you were about to leave for a friend's birthday celebration, Ruben noticed your bare finger.

He sighed, annoyance evident on his face. "Y/N, why do you always take off your wedding ring?" Ruben asked, unable to hide his frustration any longer.

You turned to face him, slightly puzzled. "Ruben, it's just a habit. Sometimes I feel a bit restricted wearing it all the time."

"But it's more than a piece of jewelry," Ruben replied. "It symbolizes our commitment and love. It's a constant reminder of our vows to each other. And the fact that you have a husband waiting for you at home, for all who wishes to know."

Although amused by his jealous rage you realized how upset he was and felt a pang of guilt. You stepped forward hugging him, promising to be more mindful of keeping your ring on.

"Will you get it form me? I think I left it on my night stand."

"You think..." He muttered, but turned around to get it for you.

He came back minutes later, a stale look on his face.

"What?"

"It's not there."

"No?" You scratched your head. "Must be in the kitchen then."

You went on to look for it yourself but ended up with nothing. You returned to Ruben in the hallway. He stood leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. "Did you find it?"

"No." You shied away, too embarrassed to meet his eyes. "I don't remember where I put it."

"Huh? What was that?"

You had mumbled the last part. Ruben pushed off the wall, cupping one hand to his ear, mocking you.

"I said I don't know where it is!" You exclaimed.

Ruben settled with a look that said "I told you so".

"Will you help me look for it, I'm already late for the party."

Ruben sighed but suggested that you'd retrace your steps

You ended up searching the house, room by room, recalling the places that you had been throughout the day. Ruben patiently checked drawers, cabinets, and even the most unexpected spots, hoping to stumble upon the ring.

Panicked, you turned to Ruben and said, "Ruben, I can't find my ring anywhere and I really have to go."

Ruben paused his searching, seeing the genuine panic in you. He contemplated insulting you again,  saying "I told you so". However somthing changed his mind last minute. "Okay, just go. I'll continue looking for it."

"Really?"

He nodded. "Tell Maya I said happy birthday and call me whenever you want me to come and pick you up."

You stumbled forward, into his embrace. "Thank you, I love you!"

Ruben made faces as you locked your arms around his neck, planting kisses on the corner of his lip, his cheek and on top of his eyelid.

"Yeah, yeah, just drive safe and call me if you need anything."

You left Ruben to do the searching, thinking all was fair in love and war. However as you spent the night partying with your friends, Ruben spent the night turning the house upside down, to no success at all. In the end he was exhausted, questioning why he hadn't held you more accountable for somthing he believed to be so important in a marriage. You came home that night, unaware of his growing resentment. However it all resurface the next day.

Ruben had been gone all day, training with his team. As the sun began to set, you entered your cozy kitchen, eager to prepare a delicious meal for your beloved husband. However, Ruben, still simmering from a recent argument, sat at the table with a stern expression on his face. Without uttering a word, he turned his attention to the phone in his hand, failing to greet you like he usually does by asking you to come sit in his lap.

Confusion washed over you. The silent treatment from Ruben was deafening, more painful than shouting matches. You tried to recall your earlier dispute, confused to where it had all gone wrong. I mean Ruben had been the one to let you attend your friends birthday party, insisiting he'd stay behind and keep searching for your ring himself. Had he regret his decision of doing that?

Desperate to bridge the growing chasm between you, you decided to swallow your pride and make amends. You approached the cupboards, reaching for the dinner plates on the top shelf. But as you stretched your fingers toward the stack, your petite frame failed to reach them. You hopped and groaned in a desperate attempt to get them, however to no use.

In that moment, seeing you struggle, Ruben's frustration began to fade, overridden by his inherent nature to protect and care for his wife. He quickly pushed aside his resentment and stood up. Without a word, he stepped behind you and effortlessly plucked the plates from the top shelf.

Your eyes widened in both surprise and relief as Ruben gently placed the plates on the counter beside you. In that moment, your physical distance evaporated, replaced by a tender connection only made possible by unspoken understanding.

Feeling a flicker of warmth in your heart, you turned to face Ruben, eyes brimming with gratitude. Ruben, unable to resist the unconditional love shining in your gaze, couldn't help but smile softly. Silence still hung in the air, but it was now infused with a newfound tenderness. It was as if you had silently communicated more in that single gesture than they could ever express with words. Still, you tried.

"I'm sorry, Ruben. I know how important this ring is to you," You whispered, eyes filled with tears.

Ruben's hands went to cup your face, raising your head to look at him. "Hey."

"Hey." You chuckled.

"I mean hey, this is what's important to me, not some piece of jewelry."

"But you said..."

He leand forward, pecking your lips, silencing you. "I know what I said and I was wrong."

"Oh Ruben." You fell into his embrace. "I promise I'll find the ring. I know I left it somewhere around the house."

He shook his head. " It's okay. You'll just have to buy a marker from now on."

You frowned "A marker, why?"

Ruben's thumb swiped across your cheek, his gaze looking deeply into your eyes. "So I can write "Mine" across your forhead whenever you go outside."

You laughed, he laughed. You truly deserved being made fun of.

The ring was gone for now, but the love you and Ruben had for each other remained unchanged.

#fanfiction #football imagine #man city #manchester city #ruben dias #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias imagine #footballer imagine #footballer x reader #football angst #fluff

[pixiesfz]

blessing in disguise j.r

plot: Jill tore her acl but she's just glad she gets to spend more time with the new physio

warnings: none atm

It was your first week as a new physio when Jill tore her ACL, your eyes widened when you heard "How many ACLs have happened this year?" you ask your co-worker Ally as you walked to the room, she was seeing Chloe Kelly as you were to see Jill "too many".

You were laughing at a joke when you opened the door. Jill was already sitting down, still tired from her surgery but her eyes widened when she saw you.

Your smile was beautiful and your hair flowed behind you, you held a coffee and files from Jill's hospital surgeon. You had on a man city jumper and your own jeans which Jill is embarrassed to say fit you quite nicely.

"Hi I'm Y/n and I'll be your personal physio during these 9 months" You introduced yourself with a handshake which Jill accepted "are you new I've never seen you before," she asked and you nodded your head "I just started last week" you smiled and Jill smirked "Sorry for interrupting your slow start"

You laughed as you set up your set "honestly it's fine but I am sorry about your ACL" you frowned as both your eyes fell to her knee which was covered by a nude bandage.

"I would say it's okay but it's really not" Jill said with a shrug and you nodded "It's not ideal but with lot's of therapy and check ups I plan to have you out on the field as soon as I can" you smiled.

"So before I poke at your delicate knee how about we learn about each other a nice ice breaker" you suggested, grabbing a chair and sitting in front of Jill who nodded.

"Do you have any pets?" she asked and you shook your head "Not yet but I plan to" you said "Do you like it here in Manchester?" you asked and she nodded "It's really nice and different from Germany".

You grew comfortable with Jill quite quickly as she did with you and as you passed her the crutches and helped her up she looked back at you "I thought of one more question" she announced "shoot"

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

You couldn't help the slight blush that spread across your cheek "No, especially no boyfriend but as of now I'm single" You smiled before you both bid goodbye.

You met with Ally after your shift as you ate fast food at a random beach near the City head quarters.

"Chloe just kept on talking about her wedding plans it was funny" she laughed and looked at you for information "Jill asked me if I had a boyfriend" you laughed and Ally slapped your leg and you winced "what was that for?" you asked, rubbing your leg.

"She was so hitting on you!"

You rolled your eyes "no she wasn't she was probably just intrigued" you told her and Ally gave you a pointed look before mummbling "intrigued to get in your pants"

This time you hit her.

"Ow!"

Jill was sitting and watching training when Chloe sat next to her "So did you meet the new physio, what she like?" she asked and Jill blushed.

hot. she thought.

"She's really nice, I just apologized that her first job was an ACL she didn't really mind though" Jill told the blonde who nodded "Is she pretty?" Kelly asked and Jill looked at her "Why would that matter?"

"Because you are lonely and it's sad to watch"

Jill raised her eyebrows at her friend's confession before Mary and Kerstin came over and agreed with her.

"Okay well to answer your question, yes she is very pretty" Jill shared with blushed cheeks "but she is also my physio and not my girlfriend"

"That's how all love stories start!" Mary smiled with joy and her national teammate just patted her non injured knee.

"ga er gewoon voor, als je het verprutst, zijn er andere fysio's" Kerstin shrugged and Jill covered her mouth in shock of her words "I am not dating the new physio!" she said in shock.

(just go for it, if you fuck it up just go to another physio)

“I don’t know what you just said” Mary frowned at her friend before they all walked off with smiles.

For Jill’s next appointments with you her little crush had turned into a big crush and you can’t say that you didn’t feel the same.

The blonde Dutch girl was beautiful and you constantly left the room with a smile and red cheeks.

When Jill’s next appointment with you arrived she couldn’t help but blush at the sight of you, you were still in your uniform but your hair was brushed up into a pony tail that showed off your cheek bones.

“How does it feel?” You asked and Jill just nodded “it’s alright to walk now” she said and you smiled “that’s amazing Jill” you told her and she smiled.

“I wanna see you walk, just incase I see a bend or something that I can help you with” you said as you held your clipboards.

“Right now?” Jill asked and you nodded “we can walk up to a coffee shop nearby, I haven’t had my coffee yet and it will be beneficial” you smiled and Jill laughed at your excuse to get a coffee.

“Do you need to see me walk or are you using me to get coffee?” she smirked and you breathed in

“Would it be bad if I said both?”

You and Jill were laughing together as she started walking and you filmed for her tik tok she wanted to make.

“I’m really proud of you Jill this is great” you told her and she blushed but thankfully it was cold so she could blame it on the weather.

You both got your coffee and sat down together, to anybody nearby it would look like a date.

“How bout some more fun facts about each other?” Jill suggested and you nodded your head. “I have two dogs, both cocker spaniels” you smiled “what are their names?” Jill asked you smiled “well one’s name is Rocky and the other one is named Shaggy”

“Shaggy!?”

“My sister named him not me!” You defended yourself as you both laughed.

“Okay what about you?” You asked the blonde who thought for a second “I’m kind of happy to at I’m injured”

You were shocked and cocked your head “why, you can’t play the sport you love?”

“Yeah but you get to try new things and meet new people” she explained and you smiled “I guess you would have never met me”

“Exactly” she responded and you blushed.

For the next couple of months not either of you had made a move which was weird to all of your friends.

“She definitely likes you back Jill”

“Y/n I swear to god if you do not ask her out I will injure you”

Ally was a bit more forward than the city girls.

It wasn’t until your sessions with Jill were coming to an end she realised that she really had to make a move on you but she really didn’t know how to.

After all maybe you were just really nice to her because you had to.

It was your job.

But when they did end and she made her way back onto the field it was always you she looked for in the crowd or next to the bench with your take away coffee in hand.

“I think I rolled my ankle” Jill told you as she saw you walking in the head quarters, your brows rose “well where does it hurt, do you want me to bandage it?” You asked and the girl nodded as you took her to your room.

“This is your third rolled ankle in two weeks Jill I’m not sure you can play” you tutted as you went away at your computer, writing down about her visits.

Jill rolled her head back.

Couldn’t you just get the hint.

“Is it a certain drill that you keep doing that-“

“I didn’t roll my ankle y/n” Jill interrupted you and you furrowed your brows “I was about to write you off for the game Jill!” You told her “why on earth would you lie about that?”

Jill felt small as you looked at her with mostly concern but you also had anger as she had lied to you but know she was forced to tell the truth.

“Well I like hanging out with you”

Your face softened and the dutches words “You don’t have to be injured to talk to me” you told her and she shrugged “I guess I was too scared”

“You? You scoff “scared?”

Jill laughed “oh cmon when you ask your crush out it’s hard”

Your cheeks blushed “so I’m a crush?”

Jill’s eyes popped and her cheeks reddened “I didn’t mean to say it out loud” she panicked

You just smiled and placed the tape that you were going to place on her down “I get it, asking your crush out is hard, that’s why I haven’t asked you out yet”

Jill turned to you with a smirk “So I’m a crush?”

“Shut up” you laughed and wiped your hands on your pants “y/n?” Jill asked and you looked up “yes Jill?”

“Would you like to go on a date with me?”

You smiled “I would love to”

#woso #woso x reader #woso soccer #woso community #jill roord x reader #jill roord imagine #jill roord #oranjeleeuwinnen #manchester city

[trulyhblue]

Girl(friends)

Lauren Hemp x Aussie! Reader

Warnings: fluff, coarse language, awkward, OG Man City

A/N — I'm in a Hempo phase rn so be prepared. Short one today x

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You dreaded the days when you weren't playing football.

It was the one thing you couldn't live without, your adoration for the sport was larger and more demeaning than anything else. The solidarity, solace, and peace you found in running up down the wing, the ball at your feet. The feeling of utter elation when the ball went into the goal, past a defender, through the goalkeeper's reach. The celebrations, the assists, and everything else in between.

You could talk forever about football.

Except on Media Days.

You hated the unknown of it. You had managed to excuse yourself beforehand from most of these shoots since you weren't among the best-known players of the club — save that for Keira, Gee, and Lucy. But on the rare occasion that you were chosen for the quick photoshoot or challenge with one or more of the girls, you remained relatively quiet, speaking when you must and laughing when you should. You had no trouble with any of the girls, it was just in front of the public's view, and you were squirmish.

You pulled yourself out of bed after hitting snooze thrice, hearing Alanna ramp on downstairs. You made sure to stay in bed for another ten minutes. You changed into your team's tracksuit and a random top, making your way downstairs, slouching into one of the stools by the kitchen counter.

"Oh, wow." Alanna chuckled, holding out a coffee towards you. "You look delighted. Excited for today, are we?"

You simply offered her a grimace, taking a large sip of your coffee, hoping the taste would clear your evident distaste for the day ahead.

Alanna was a social butterfly. She was used to feeding into the Media's hand whenever they came becking. Most of the City girls were the same, it was a very jovial team that trusted one another well enough to have fun in the security of their job.

All the girls had arrived by the time Alanna and you had trampled in, wearing matching blue kits. Hayley was laughing with Georgia in front of a couple of cameras, a ball at their feet as they struggled to keep the ball off the floor. Gee tried to kick at the Aussie's feet, by didn't catch the ball in time to get the point. Raso threw her hands up in triumph, the cameras panning to Gee rolling around on the floor.

On the other side of the indoor training field were Lucy and Keira, standing around a giant-sized game of Janga, talking to the PR Managers behind the camera as they posed questions to the two of them as they played. Alex, Lauren and Chloe were sitting by a desk, on their phones as they waited for their turn to be called up.

The gush of blood that rushed to your cheeks when Lauren smiled towards you sent Alex and Chloe into a fit of giggles. The duo were always around to tease the two of you with your beyond-obvious, mutual pining. You wouldn't call it embarrassing, but there were certainly times when one of you would go out of your way to gain the other’s attention.

When you first met, Lauren tried to give you a tour of the facilities, but she ended up getting both of you lost. She apologised over and over profusely, and she dreaded the awful, first impression she had left you with.

You and Alanna sat beside them, greeting them with conversation before falling into a satisfied silence. Your next game was the Manchester Derby against United. The team had been training non-stop this past week, today is the first day without strenuous drills and exercises. Nevertheless, it was still a day at work, and to be honest, you'd rather be sweating ten times over than talking to a camera.

The thought of doing a video alone daunted you as you watched Hayley and Gee from afar. On a regular day, Hayley would be your Media Partner; the two of you always did videos with one another. On the odd day that you didn't, it'd be Alanna. If not Alanna, it was with a group of you. Now that you thought about it, the two Aussie girls were the only ones you had done a video with one-on-one. The feeling of someone different was tormenting. As the five of you sat silent on your phones, you hoped and prayed all of you would be doing a video together.

While you kept to yourself for the most part, save for the Aussie girls, you would go out of your way to make sure Lauren was your partner in drills. You’d try your hardest when she was watching, and vice versa. The blonde would hit the ball as hard as she could into the back of the net, and you’d be that landed with the assist. In games, you had been quickly dubbed as a duo due to the chemistry you seemed to have in the game. Fans would swarm at any interaction you’d have with her.

But to their dismay — and apparently most of your teammates — you and Lauren had never been in a video together.

But, to your surprise, you spoke too soon.

"Alright, Ladies, are you ready?" One of the PR girls came up with an iPad, scrolling through whatever it was she was looking for, and glancing up. You noticed Lauren straightening up beside you, holding her arms over her chest, waiting for the woman to finish her sentence.

You found yourself catching sight of the slight furrow in the girl's eyebrows; the concern written all over her face. You knew she was worried, and you supposed you were too. "We've got Greenwood, Kelly, and Kennedy over there. You've got interviews."

You tried not to look too relieved at the news, hiding the smile in response to the girl's identical groans. No one liked Interviews. They were serious, solemn, and no fun whatsoever. It was always boring questions about your job as a Midfielder, or how you maintained a balanced life outside of football. It wasn't the fans' favourite video to watch at all, but it was more for the professional side of it than the Media. Everyone had to do it. You were just glad that today it wasn't you.

"Hempo and Y/l/n, we've got an auto-complete interview."

"That's not fair, those are so much better," Alanna whined at that, throwing her head back like a toddler. "Hempo, surely we swap."

Lauren pursed her lips together, cheeks going a bit red at all the eyes on her. Alex and Chloe waited for her response, a smirk aligned on each of their faces.

"Nah, leave her Lani." Alex sounded, prodding the blonde with her elbow.

Lauren's cheeks went a deeper red when Chloe laughed. "Hempo's been wanting to do this for ages."

"Shut up, Kelly." Lauren snapped in a mutter, turning away to march off towards the direction of the lone white background and chairs. You turned to see the two Brits giggling to themselves, dragging Alanna over to the back doors.

"Have fun, Y/n/n."

"Hope you're as excited as Hempo!"

You shrugged them off, sauntering over to the set-up. Lauren was already sitting on a stool, playing with the rings on her fingers, wearing a prominent scowl.

"Are you alright?" You asked, sitting on the spare chair, tensing when you accidentally knocked your knee with hers.

Her pale cheeks disappeared, replaced with the blush you saw from before. "Yes, they're just annoying. Very annoying."

"Having a laugh, I 'spose." You reasoned, though the blonde didn't come off as too convinced. "But you're right, they're silly."

The blonde simply hummed in response, the both of you listening to the man behind the camera.

"Okay, guys, this is really straightforward." He said, readjusting the camera as he spoke. "You just got to introduce yourselves before you start, then we'll give you a board full of questions and you've just got to answer them. All good?"

Everyone watched the two of you nod. No one could deny the definitive awkwardness between the two of you, and the obvious hesitance toward what you were about to do. It was safe to say neither of you was fit to talk on and on, especially under the scrutiny of viewers.

You didn't know the cameras were already recording, choosing to fiddle with your hands as you waited. You could tell by the definitive look on Hempo's face that she was just as reluctant as you were. The blonde glanced at you from the corner of her eye, shuffling in her chair before she muttered towards you.

"You have an eyelash."

You spun to face her. "What?"

Lauren's face reddened, her beady brown eyes widening at your sudden response.

Without thinking, she pulled her hand out from her pocket, reaching to pinch something off your face. She was gentle when pulling away, holding her finger up to reveal the eyelash she had picked. She watched as you blew it off, giggling meekly at the benevolent interaction.

"You ready?" One of the people asked behind the camera, making the two of you leave your intimate bubble. "When you're ready."

Lauren nodded towards you. "You can start."

You sighed, trying to hide the smile that crammed your lips. "Hello, my name is Y/N, and this is Lauren Hemp," You waited for the blonde to finish your sentence, but when you were met with silence, you took one look at her stupefaction and continued. "And today we're going to be doing a... what is it?"

Lauren lifted up one of the boards that balanced against the end of her chair. She picked it up, surveying it, reading out the bulk letters at the top. "An auto-complete interview."

"Right. That's what we're doing."

The two of you left the introduction at that, an empty silence vacating the set.

Thankfully, a voice sounded from behind the camera. "Who's starting?"

Lauren shrugged, filling the ungainly silence. "I can."

You both stared at the board in between you. "I think you peel them off." You spoke, motioning at the tape that covered half the sentences. Lauren took your advice, skinning the first sticker to reveal the question.

"Who is Lauren Hemp's team?" You read out, making both of you giggle. "Oo, that's a good question."

"I play for Manchester City." Lauren played with the tape in her hand as answered. "But I play for England in the National Team."

She peeled off the second one, waiting for you to read it. "Who is Lauren Hemp's favourite teammates?" You spoke, rubbing your head in deceitful confusion.

Lauren laughed, glimpsing at you with a beaming smile. "We haven't known each other for long."

"Yes, but I'm very charismatic." You shook your head, sighing. "But go on, who is it?"

"Well," She thought to herself for a second. "I'm close with all the girls but... I'd have to say Esme, of course. She's my best friend."

"No brainer, clearly." You made a point to roll your eyes, huffing about, but it was plain to see that you were only joking. "Alright, who is Lauren Hemp's... boyfriend?"

There was a bit of an awkward interlude, leaving everyone looking around the pitch. Lauren, however, fell into a cynical fit of laughter, with you following shortly after.

"No boyfriends for me."

You didn't know why, but your stomach recoiled at the thought of Lauren with someone. It was a great relief to hear that she wasn't. "None at all?" You couldn't help but ask.

Lauren was quick to reply. "No, no boys... or girls at all."

"Right." You replied, placing the board onto the floor, hoping no one was noticing the pink across your cheeks. "Who's next?"

The next board was displayed between the two of you like before, except this time, your name was typed across it. Lauren shuffled closer to you, pinning the board to her side. “Go on then.”

You peeled the first question off. “Who is Y/N Y/L/N’s favourite team?”

Lauren looked at you, laughing when you were silent. “Well, I'm not answering, you are.”

“Yeah, well, hold on, I'm thinking.” You scoffed, pretending to whack the girl playfully with your board. She swatted you away, grabbing the board from where it rested on your thigh and smiled.

“I'm gonna say the Matildas because why else,” You could hear the Blonde’s indistinguishable disapproval, clicking her tongue. You’d later find out when watching the clip that she rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest affectionately. “But yeah, my childhood club was Sydney FC, so I’ll stick with my roots.”

“But she plays for City,” Lauren added, both of you giggling at your ambiguity. You never liked these types of questions, especially when the media took them out of context. You love City with all your heart, but it was easy for people to twist things and make it out that you didn't mean what you said.

“But I play for City, yes, and I love it.” You repeated, proceeding in ripping off each of the stickers as the game went on.

Lauren was patient when it wasn’t her go, adding in her opinion and a subtle joke every so often, basking in your immediate reaction each time. You bounced off one another like wildfire, seemingly knowing what the other was going to say before it was said. You were intellectual in what you shared, favourite meals, celebrity crushes, words of advice — pretty much anything the questions asked. Without knowing, you and Lauren discovered more and more about each other without directly asking. Your relationship blossomed, even with the presence of the cameras, into something tangible, free, and warm.

When it got to the end, you were still holding the board, fiddling with its edges as Lauren wrapped up the last of her questions. Somehow, you felt a little upset that the video was coming to an end. You wanted these questions to keep on coming. You would spend hours listening to the girl talk about what she loved and who she was. But by the time the last question lingered, you feel into comfortable silence.

Ever so slowly, Lauren inched her hand closer to the board you were holding, brushing her pinky and ring finger across your thigh as she did so. You pretended to conceal your flustered state by smiling, giving her the board to chuck away.

You didn't know how you coped when you felt Lauren keep her hand on your thigh.

“Well, that's the end of the video,” She finished, looking towards the camera, then to you.

You smiled back at her. “We hope you enjoyed and if you what to see more—”

“Well there's no more videos of us.”

“But go check the channel anyway.”

“Bye!”

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manchestercity

manchestercity — watch our fan-fav duo answer your questions on our youtube channel!!! 🩵🩵🩵

Coming out later today 💪🏻💪🏻

tagged: laurenhemp, yourusername

Comments:

alexgreenwood — I'm as excited as @ laurenhemp, right @ chloekelly???

^ chloekelly — the real ones know 😂

^ user19 — what r they talking about Lol???????

^ chloekelly — yeah, Hempo, what are we talking about?

^ laurenhemp — STOP

User1 — they are so cute omg

^ user2 — IKKKKK

user22 — Alex and Chloe’s comments?

^ user25 — they know something we don't

^ alexgreenwood 👀

^ user22 — HELP

yourusername — hope you all enjoy 🩵

^ manchestercity — 🩵

laurenhemp — thanks for having us!

^manchestercity — 🩵

^ user3 — the blue heart is just so 😍

User4 — “you've got an eyelash.” “what?” UGH THE SOFTNESS OMG

^ user5 — the way Y/N lets Hempo brush it off and blow it away 😭😭

^ user6 — they definitely had no idea they were recording.

user7 — OKAY ADMIN FINALLY FEEDING US WITH THE HEMPO x Y/N CONTENT

^ user8 — RIGHTTTTT LIKE IM HERE FOR IT

user10 — they will win us the league.

^ user11 — why didn't they work together sooner?

^ user10 — fr

laurenhemp (pretend its you, luv u keira)

laurenhemp — winner winners

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Yourusername — stargirl 🌟

^laurenhemp — 🫶🏼

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^ chloekelly — yeah the friends…

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A/N — this was really rushed and cut up but there isn't enough Hempo fics out there. I rlly didn't do her justice tn 🫠

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[i9messi]

I want a baby — Ruben Dias

Meeting his friend’s baby triggers Ruben’s desire for a baby, turning him into a cute, baby fever-filled mess.

Word count — 1k

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It all started when one of his friends had his first child. You and Ruben went to meet the baby for the very first time and both were practically fascinated with the child. Your boyfriend held the baby in his strong arms, holding him like it was fragile, something he had to take care of and protect.

The vision shocked you. You and Rubén had never spoken before about having children, but to see him that way, with a baby in his arms, an instant feeling made you ask yourself what if you and him were parents someday. The idea wasn't so terrible after all.

"Look how small it is. Did you see his little hands?"

His brown eyes met yours and you couldn’t help but smile.

"He’s so cute."

"Our babies would be cute." Ruben said casually, totally sure of what he thought.

Oh, did Ruben think about you and him having a baby?

"Can’t you see us doing that?"

You smiled at your boyfriend’s question.

"Actually, I can."

That was just the beginning. As the days went by, he constantly sent you cute baby videos and photos. You couldn’t stop smiling and thinking that you wanted one, that Ruben was the right man to have your first baby and that maybe, you were ready to start trying.

One day your friends needed your help to babysit their baby. Ruben was practically already knocking on the door of his friends' house. While you were babysitting, you both looked at each other and took care of the little boy. It was a whole new experience, giving the bottle to the baby, playing with him and singing lullabies. At the time of changing his diaper, your man volunteered and made no complaint about anything at all. That proved your suspicions that Ruben would be an amazing father.

"I could do this with our baby."

You smiled, "You would be a great dad, a great one."

"I think you’d be an amazing mother. I can’t wait to have a baby of our own."

The talks about having children became a topic of conversation before bed. You had come out of the bathroom and settled into his arms, with your head on his chest. Lying next to him was amazing, but lying down and touching his skin, listening to his heart and having him so close was your drug. Kind of like heroin.

"I want a baby."

The silence was interrupted by his voice and his statement. There was a moment of silence, until you reacted and realized you hadn’t imagined it. You raised your head to look at his face. He was totally serious.

"Ruben, are you serious?"

"I’ve been thinking a lot lately about having kids and I think I’m ready. I want a baby. I want to hold our baby in my arms, I want her or him to look like you and me, to be a constant reminder that we are a family. Because that's what I want, I want a family with you. But I really don’t want to have kids with someone other than you, I want you to be the mother of my babies."

Your heart was beating like never before. Your cheeks were red and you wanted to kiss him. So you did, you didn’t control yourself anymore. Your lips joined together, Ruben kissed you back as euphoric as you. His hands went up to your hips, where he held you close to his body. He just separated to keep talking about the baby.

“Would you want to have a baby with me?”

“I’d love to have your baby, Ruben.”

That same night you started your try to have your first baby. A few weeks later, Ruben came home and found you in the bedroom.

"I haven’t looked at it yet. I was waiting for you."

Both approached the bathroom, totally nervous about the result of the pregnancy test. You didn’t dare look at it, so you let Ruben look at the evidence. It was the first attempt, the first time you checked on the pregnancy test, so there might be a chance you weren’t pregnant yet.

Ruben had read a lot, had been informed about how the pregnancy process would be, and had even seen videos of couples discovering they were pregnant. So when you saw him stay quiet you didn’t know what to expect.

"Ruben?"

"You’re pregnant."

"Wait-we’re having a baby?"

You couldn’t believe it, your eyes filled with tears and he came to you. You both hugged and began to understand that in nine months, your baby was going to be born.

“Eu te amo, eu te amo…” he repeated, his face full of happiness.

Ruben always placed a hand on your lower abdomen, even though the pregnancy wasn’t showing yet. Just thinking your baby was there was enough to keep him happy as ever. He was the happiest man in the world, you had made him the happiest man in the world.

When Ruben was not training or at his matches, both shared time at home, talking about the baby and all your plans about the future. He would buy any cute article of baby clothing that he saw, and do a mini haul of what he bought for your baby. That meant he had already brought your baby a City jersey with his number on it.

He also tried to figure out the baby's gender by analyzing your symptoms with old wives' tales.

"I feel like a fat cow."

"Well, you're the most beautiful cow I ever met.”

But your insecurities continued, having a baby in your belly made you feel much more emotional than usual. Maybe it was the pregnancy hormones, but once you found yourself crying and seeing your body in the mirror. Ruben came closer to you and put both his hands in your belly.

"I think I’ve fallen more in love with you being pregnant."

The day he met his baby, Ruben knew that baby was all he needed in his life. That you and your baby were your family, two people he would love forever. The child was finally born and you were both crying.

"I am so grateful to you for loving me and allowing me to be a part of this family with you."

You loved him. You were both new at this, but were excited about your upcoming adventures as parents.

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[totaly-obsessed]

Jill Roord Appreciation

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And not to forget, THAT Gif:

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[leah-lover]

I need you. Jill roord × reader.

Smut 18+

Jill misses reader after she did her ACL.

My life has been hectic ever since Jill did her Acl. Our games have been hard and critical for our shot at the title so losing concentration wasn't an option. O. The other hand, my relationship with Jill was going through its toughest phase yet.

Dealing with the shock of her diagnosis, her surgery, her physical And emotional pain had stretched the both of us too thin. We were tired.

Jill was hurt because of her knee, she was hurt because of the strain in the relationship but she couldn't say anything. She wanted to feel loved and appreciated during her current status. She couldn't say anything though, she was afraid all the responsibility would drive me away. As a result, she started to close up on herself.

I noticed the change in her state after it came home from training.

“ Hello darling, I missed you.” I said as I tossed my keys and bags and went towards the couch where she was sitting.

“ Hey, is your knee okay? What's wrong, talk to me honey?” I added as I massaged over her brace.

“ No I am okay, love. My knee is fine.” She answered with a half smile.

“ Darling I know you just please tell me it's your knee again I can get you something for it” I said before she cut me off.

“ It's not about my fucking knee. This knee has stopped my life. I miss you I just fucking my iss you soo much.” She said,

My hand immediately traveled to cup her face. “Honey you could have just said so I miss you too.” I replied before leaning over to give her a peck which she turned into a messy kiss.

“ If I had known I would have sorted this problem a long time ago.” I joked.

“ Don't be an ass and come back here. My knee doesn't change anything. I am still in charge.” she said.

We continued to kiss before things got more heated. “ It's okay, just get on top of me “ she demanded.

I was worried about her knee. But I needed to be closer to her.

I got on top of her, and unconsciously started grinding on her thigh.

“ That is a good girl. Keep going, my love.” she said with the raspiest voice.

While I was grinding, she was kissing my neck and massaging my sides and my chest.

“ Baby, I.. I think I am gonna come .“ I whispered into her ear.

“This soon baby. Hold it for me.” She replied.

I kept on grinding on her thigh.

“ Jill please I can't anymore.” I pleaded.

“Okay love, come for me.” She replied, while running her hand up and down my sides. After that the lounded sound managed to creep out of my mouth as I released a month's tension and collapsed into Jill’s arms.

“ That's a very good girl.” she said, calming me down by running her hands on my back.

“ Baby you are dripping. Let me return the favor.” I demanded.

Without asking for permission I slowly lowered her on the couch, took off her shorts and positioned myself between her thighs.

Arousal was running through her thighs. It only took my tongue quick contact with her core for the nastiest moan to escape her lips.

While being careful, I continuously rubbed circles on her core, and she kept getting angstier by the second.

“Baby please I need more.” She pleaded.

With that I pushed two fingers inside her.

Which seems to do the job as she lost control rapidly.

“Babe I need to come please don't make me wait” she pleaded, her breath getting quicker.

My pace then grew faster, which helped her come.

After she came I cleaned her up with my mouth and laid on her chest.

“Next time just tell me you need me okay.” I said.

“ I love you so much.” She added before falling asleep.

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[ladymarycrawley]

Like father, like daughter - John Stones

Not requested but I've been woking on this piece for a while so there you go 💕 and dad! John is a weakness of mine so yeah (and it's quite long). Feel like dedicating this to queen herself @footballffbarbiex 🤍

Warning: pregnancy

Tag list: @prideofpd, @johnstonesfc, @chelsealover, @masonxomount, @kathb59 (cause she was eager to read it)

Pregnancy is seen in the collective consciousness as a blessed time, where a new life is growing inside of a woman’s body and everything seems good but most people only see the pleasurable side of it, ignoring all the cons these nine long months carry with them.

Of course there’s physical pain (back pain, swollen feet, morning sickness just to mention a few), that’s something concrete everybody can see. What’s more painful it’s the hidden part of this journey, the one that takes place in women’s head: embarking on such a massive change might be scary and sometimes fear overlaps with the joy of welcoming a new human being, overcoming it most of the time.

The most common worry is about not being ready enough to become a parent (as it’s the hardest job a person can do) followed by the difficulty of giving birth: how is it going to be? What will I do if something wrong happens? Will it be as painful as they make it seem in films? 

All of this has an impact on mental health and stability, as all these fears may take a toll on a person’s mind and rely on the most disparate stimuli to give life to the most random scenarios…

"John I'm so scared"

"Of what?"

"There's people who like pregnant women but not in a good sense…"

"In what sense?"

"Like they find them hot and have a fetish for them, that's scary"

That what can be defined as one of the random scenarios mentioned above: that afternoon you were aimlessly scrolling through your phone to stumble upon an article about the most unusual fetishes and you happened to read about people who had the pregnancy kink.

"So what?"

"That's gross and what if these people steal my pics and do vile things with them?"

Your head started spiralling in panic as your hormones and your unstable state of mind was totally controlling you. Too many thoughts in that overworking brain of yours culminated in desperate tears rolling down your face. 

"Your pics are safe and you look so sexy"

"I don't, this thing is insanely big and…and the other day you called me whale" You confessed to him as sobs were making you shake.

"Affectionately though, I'd never call you a whale to insult you…" He wrapped his arms around your waist "You're the sexiest, most beautiful whale ever" John whispered with a husky voice right into your neck

"You're fake, you're just mean"

"I'm not mean!"

The sobs were getting harder and your boyfriend knew the breakdown was getting serious.

"You'll leave me for some beautiful, hotter woman that'll give you no problems and you'll be cheating on me and I'll end up as a single mother and -"

"Hold on, hold on. Calm down and take a deep breath" John tried to calm you, stressing those encouraging words and trying to take deep breaths with you as to show you the priorities you should have considered. 

"You're overthinking"

"What if something goes wrong? What if the birth doesn't go as planned? What if our baby -"

"Calm down"

"I've read a lot of stories of mums that had horrible experiences while giving birth to their babies and what if one of us dies?"

John blurted out his eyes in shock as fear and worry covered his perfect face as well.

"Don't even think about it. We're following literally what the doctor told us, I'm sure they'll do whatever it's in their power for your safety"

Your baby kicked in that moment, as if your worry suddenly became her own and she felt the urge to calm you down, coming to the aid of her dad.

You gulped and brought your hand to your belly as John’s eyes never lost sight of you.

He’d never lost sight of you, not even when you went through labour and you were holding his hand so tightly while following the midwife’s instructions, trying to coordinate your pushes with the deep breaths she was asking you to take.

You were trying not to think about all the fears that piled up during those months but it was so hard when all the contractions trampled over you so violently. He stayed there even when you were squeezing his hand so hard your nails dug into his skin, almost piercing it. 

He was the antidote to all your nightmares: someone who stayed there with you, holding your hand through thick and thin.

John only left at nightfall and only after you insisted for him to go back home to sleep on a proper bed.

You were feeling like a done and dusted whale, all bloated and tired while he was there looking so fine, surely fresh out of the shower as the unmistakable scent of his aftershave tickled your nostrils.

The sight of him entering what had been your room for the last two days made your heart swell and the butterflies in your stomach soar.

The tiredness painted across your face as well as your swollen eyes made your freshly woken up expression evident and John couldn’t help but smile as your tired smile welcomed him.

"Hi"

"Good morning"

He closed the door behind him, approaching your bed and looking at the small crib where your tiny baby girl was sleeping.

"How are you? Did you get some sleep?"

"Yep…slept a couple more hours"

"Good" He muttered while pressing his lips to your forehead.

"And how is she?"

Both your glances fell on the product of your love that was so small she could easily fit in one of John's large hands and looked so cute in her blush pink bodysuit, stretching her little legs as she was probably busy dreaming something. 

"She seems fine, we can't wait to go back home"

"I know…they said you would be good to go today"

"Yeah but they want to check in on us for a final check and then we can go"

"Okay" John was a bit disappointed he couldn't take his ladies with him and leave the hospital right away so he reluctantly nodded and got up to take you something to eat for breakfast. 

"I want a giant chocolate croissant"

"And a giant cappuccino as well?" He asked with a smirk, knowing full well your taste when it came to what to have for the most important meal of the day.

"You know me so well" You exclaimed, happy with those small things that weren't small at all in your eyes; they meant the world to you as him and your baby were now your whole world too.

John smiled, a blush pink tint colouring his cheeks and lowered himself over your seated figure, balancing himself on the mattress with his hands, his lips busy pressing a kiss on your forehead.

"See? Everything went well, you're both doing great" He whispered, referring to your fear of something potentially going wrong during the birth, your biggest fear.

You smiled back at him, watery eyes full of weariness and emotions looked up at him as you moved your head to the side to press a tender kiss to his hand that was soothingly caressing your cheek.

“I love you so much. Both of you”

“I love you more”

That sweet moment was interrupted by a nurse who knocked on your room’s door to check in on you and Iris, as it was time for the last visit before discharging you officially.

John waited outside for it to be over, using that time to buy you the delicious breakfast you have been longing for.

He really hoped they could give you the green light to go back home because that would have meant everything was okay and you were perfectly healthy. So he prayed to hear the good news he was waiting for, to see your baby in that white wooden cot you spent a whole day choosing at the store, paired with that flowery pink bedding set his sister gave you as a gift and that had you crying as soon as you opened the box.

After fifteen minutes or so the nurse opened the door followed by the medical staff who welcomed your boyfriend with a smile, the doctor holding your file in her hands. She complimented John on your newborn and told him what he was dying to hear: you and Iris’s health status was good and you were ready to leave the hospital.

He thanked her and nodded when she gave him some quick advice on how to take care of them during the delicate moments following the baby’s birth.

After saying their goodbyes quickly John rushed back to your room with a big grin plastered on his lips.

"We're going home babies" He cooed, taking the duffle bag with all your personal belongings.

“Not so fast, Stonesy” You chuckled “Help me get out of this bed so we can get ready”

The City player giggled and helped you step out of the bed so you could stand up properly. The standing posture made you feel pain in places in didn't even know they existed and the grimace on your face told it all.

“I’ll take the baby and all her things while you put all your stuff in here” He said, directing his tall body towards the crib where his princess was looking at him with her blue eyes. “Yes baby, you’ll come with dada” 

The moment you dreamt of a lot, that is to say John making his silly little voice to speak to your daughter, finally happened and it brought genuine tears to your eyes: funny how a small, tiny creature that you met for the first time no more than 72 hours earlier, that shared every single second of the last nine months of your life with you suddenly became the most important, priceless treasure you ever put your hands on. 

You thought there were some feelings it was impossible to give form to and love was one of them, but you had to change your mind the moment you took her in your arms because you  realised the human being you were holding was the embodiment of all the love you had for her dad. So some feelings, even the strongest one, had a shape and it was astonishingly beautiful.

“Oh I see you’re already taking the baby and leaving me with the heavy things” You mumbled, feigning being angry at him.

“You had her with you for 9 months, don’t be selfish”

“Me selfish?? Oh I’d have really liked you to carry her in your belly for 9 f-”

“Oi don’t swear in front of the baby”

You laughed seeing him all concerned and covering Iris’ ears as he was glaring at you. You shook your head as you slowly started to collect all your things around the hospital room.

“Give me my breakfast, I’m starving”

“See? Your mum has already changed and uses me as her butler and credit card”

His joke caused you to roll your eyes as you were trying to get dressed while dealing with your yet aching body.

You were in some baggy pants and an oversized hoodie because it was the only outfit you were feeling like wearing as John was there looking as flawless as usual even though his fit was quite simple: a pair of jeans matched with a gray jumper and a baseball cap on made him look hotter than usual. The child seat he was carrying with your baby girl in was making him even look like a real hot daddy and your heart was bursting with love. The right word to describe how you were feeling was blessed.

When you finally stepped foot in your house you sighed in satisfaction as you just wanted to get in your bed and cuddle with your new family in peace, eating some good junk food if possible.

“Home sweet home”

John smirked and carefully put the child seat on the floor so he could take Iris out of it.

“Welcome home, baby” He lifted her up to place her against his shoulder so her head could rest against it, as they showed him in the hospital. “This is your home”

“I’ve missed it so much…I think I’m going to lay down for a while”

Lying down on your own bed, on the bed sheets you chose, in the room you shared with the man of your life gave you that much needed home feeling.

You closed your eyes in the attempt to relax but the level of weariness, of emotions you had experienced recently didn’t make it any easier for you to sleep a little.

"Ok so I'm gonna go"

"I don't wanna see anyone" You mumbled when John finally entered your room, cradling Iris in his arms. When he looked down at her to see she was asleep, he put her in the wooden cot right next to your bed.

He couldn’t help but smile: that sight was the closest to perfection he had ever seen, as that piece of furniture that had been empty for all those past weeks was now full as it should have been, hosting the most important treasure ever.

"Not you, idiot. I just wanna see you and our baby" You grumbled as your voice came out feebly due to your state of tiredness.

John smiled and was about to sit next to you on the bed as your phone started ringing, much to your dismay. You groaned in annoyance.

"Who the fuck is now?"

"Your mum"

"Tell her I can't talk, I'm sleeping"

He nodded and swiped on the screen to do as he was told. You knew your mum was dying to talk to you, to make sure you were doing okay but you just wanted to enjoy the peace of the moment and keep that special moment for you only.

When he finished talking, he finally climbed on the bed and you soon were all over him, wrapping your arms around his body and letting your head rest against his chest with your eyes closed breathing in his familiar scent, the best fragrance in the world to you.

"Are you comfortable? Maybe it's better if you lay on a pillow"

"Nope, you're my comfiest pillow"

John scoffed with a half smile and kissed your head.

"Wanna watch something on Netflix?"

"Nope, too tired" You muttered, cuddling closer to his chest.

John's lips curved in a smile as he brushed his thumb against your right cheekbone.

He then scrolled through his phone, answering all the text messages the people he knew sent him ahead of your baby girl's birth.

"What are you doing?" You really wanted and needed to crack some sleep but your mind wasn't agreeing as the level of adrenaline in your body was still too high, plus you wanted to stay awake to spend some time with John and checking on Iris. 

"Answering all the texts they've sent for Iris"

"Read me some" You wanted nothing more than to bask in the sweet words of people congratulating you, saying how beautiful your baby was and how strong you've been through all the process. After all you deserved all those sweet words: bringing a child into the world is something so brave people tend to underestimate sometimes.

John pressed play on a voice note from Kyle that made you both laugh, then read you one from Jack and at that moment your own phone rang with a notification and you asked John to check who it was from.

"It's from Sasha, she answered the pic you posted with "congrats you gorgeous mama"

"Aww she's always the sweetest"

"Well, you're everything but gorgeous now…"

"HEY" You threw a fist against his bicep with the little strength that was left in you. "I just pushed your daughter out of my vagina, you should be a little more grateful"

John loved getting on your nerves, making your thin-skinned side come to surface. He giggled, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear.

"I know I look awful and I stink as I really need to take a shower but I can't, I'm so tired" The whiny tone you pronounced those last words with was about to turn into a desperate cry but John took action just in time.

"You know I was joking" He took your face in his hands to look right into your eyes "I'd get you pregnant again right now if I could"

"Liar"

He laughed and kissed your forehead.

"I'll help you with the shower later on"

When your baby whined a little in her sleep the little yelp caught your attention as you both turned your heads towards the crib.

"There's the blanket over there, put it over her" You gestured for him to take the pink honeycomb blanket to cover your baby girl's sleeping body.

She looked so cute with that tiny blanketyou fell in love with as soon as your eyes took sight of it on the shop’s shelf and you had no doubt it would have been perfect for your beautiful baby.

“Can you believe we made her?” You asked John in awe as he was lovingly tucking her in. You got up to join him, encircling his waist with your right arm and putting your head against his bicep. "We made her teeny tiny feet, those little hands..."

“Yeah…you know what they say?”

“What?”

“Daughters tend to be more similar to their dads in the looks”

“So?”

“So if she’s beautiful that’s all thanks to me... even Kyle said it”

Another thing the collective consciousness ignored was the post pregnancy period: the danger of post-pregnancy depression was real but you knew you had the most handsome dad in the world who would have helped you along the path, even when the downs would have outnumbered the ups.

“Yeah Stones…I think you and your friend need some sleep too…you’re hallucinating”

And no, you weren't upset at all: you only wished for your daughter to be the carbon copy of her amazing father. So you hoped deep down your heart the Kyle was right.

#john stones #john stones x y/n #john stones x reader #john stones x you #john stones fluff #john stones imagines #john stones fanfic #john stones fanfictions #mcfc #manchester city #manchester city imagines #premier league #premier league imagines #england nt #england nt fics #england nt imagines #football imagines #football fanfictions #footie fics #football writing

[awfcspencer]

omg please write a part 2 to that Jill fic its absolutely broken my heart

It Takes A Second To Say Hello, But Forever To Say Goodbye || jill roord x reader

jill roord x mancity!reader

Part 1

prompt: requested!

warnings: angst

a/n: i got multiple requests for a part 2 so here you go!

The silence that followed your confession was deafening, the slamming of the door of the washroom stall was the only noise heard. Not only did Jill hear you loud and clear, but so did your other teammates. Small tears had began to brim in your eyes and your mind was jumbled, your body felt numb. This was not how you wanted to tell her, not that you ever wanted to tell her frankly. You were planning on keeping this secret a secret for as long as you could. Jill has a girlfriend, and she seemed happy. You would rather her be happy with someone else than possibly unhappy with you, all you wanted for her is to be happy. Your teammates tried to comfort you, tried to pull you in for hugs, but the only thing you could do is run to the pitch and began getting ready for the match.

Stepping on the pitch was like a safe place for you. Your brain could turn off and all you focused on was football. But today, emotions were high, thoughts were cloudy, and honestly, you were utterly embarrassed. You tried your best to warm up, going through a quick few drills, but all you thought about was Jill. Her eyes wide and mouth parted when you confessed your secret admiration for the girl. You knew indefinitely that you were in love with her, but she wasn’t in love with you.

Back in the changing room Jill is left speechless. Her mind is running at 100 km/h, unsure of so, so many things. You had just confessed that you were in love with her and then ran out so quickly that she didn’t even get a second to really process the sentence that left your mouth. The sentence that shattered your heart, but confused Jill’s brain. What hurt the most was that you never told Jill about your crush. From the moment Jill had met you when she played for Arsenal, she fancied you. She was overzealous when she got back from the match and you had followed her on social media, obviously returning the favor very quickly. When she transferred to Man City, she hoped the two of you could form a relationship, whether that be a friendship or a romantic relationship. She really just wanted to know you, understand you. Questions of, what would have been and what would have happened if she told you how she felt stormed her brain. She wanted you at a certain point and you wanted her too.

Jill had spent weeks pinning over you. Hoping that the subtle coffee dates, movie watching, and cuddling on the coach would portray her feelings towards you, but they were left unanswered. She figured that you just wanted to be friends with Jill, and she would take being friends, even if it physically pained her, over nothing with you. She needed you in her life and any way she could get that was good for her. So when she had met someone through a mutual friend, she assumed that you would be fine with it, because she thought you did not love her like she loved you.

The confession could not have happened at a worse time as you both now had to transition and play a 90 minute football game. Your passes were weak and Jill’s shot on goal was subpar. The weight of what had occurred previously was definitely affecting the both of your performances on the pitch. Man City was blessed to come out on the other side and win the match 2-0 thanks to Lauren, as you were subbed off early, your head clearly not in the game.

“Y/N” is all Jill said to you when you walked to the bench, sitting several seats over from her. You did not answer her, here was definitely not the place nor the time to get into the situation.

The changing room was tense, a lingering feeling of miscommunication and confusion was in the air. Your teammates knew you and Jill were close but not really understanding the deep connection you both had formed, especially when you both liked each other at one point. Your teammates could tell in trainings or in the lounge the conversations between you two, the eye contact, the way your hands would brush casually, but never really though much about it. Assuming that one of you would man up and confess your feelings.

Jill invaded every waking thought you had for the next few days. When you woke up, you thought of Jill. When you were about to go to bed, you thought of Jill, she even invaded your dreams or possibly nightmares depending on the dream. The hardest part of dreaming about someone you love is waking up to remember that that person is gone. Everything reminded you of her as well, that combined with the fact that she was also your teammate was hard. You both kept it professional, making sure to not ever be alone with her and trying your best not to make eye contact with her, knowing you would immediately burst into tears. Jill had unintentionally shattered your heart.

Jill had wanted to send you a single text, ‘I am was in love with you too’ is all she wanted to write or likewise texts that conveyed her feelings but each time she would erase the words, unable to communicate. So she left her feelings completely to herself.

Jill’s heart was also in pieces. She had lost you entirely it felt like, although she didn’t know she had done it to you. She racked her brain on how she could not feel the mutual crush you both shared. She was in a happy relationship, it was unfair to her partner to simply just break up with her because the one she wanted you had just confessed your love for her.

When you left in the January transfer window to Real Madrid, it was shell shocking, not only for Jill, but also your teammates and Man City fans. Jill tried to text you but you left her on delivered, unable to come up with the right words to say, unsure if you ever knew what the right words would be. Your transfer was talked about on all platforms, many people speculating why you did not renew, some even coming up with nasty and crazy rumors on what occurred. You knew other teams were eyeing you as your contract was expiring. At first you were hesitant, but after everything with Jill, you needed something new, a new environment, one where Jill wasn’t.

Unfortunately, Jill never left your mind, always lingering in the back of your brain. Anytime she would post on social media, you immediately saw it, not being able to force yourself to turn off her notifications. You had gotten close when she posted her new relationship, but Jill looked happy, and at the end of the day, that is all that you cared about and mattered to you. You also kept up with how Manchester City was doing in the WSL, that was your team for as long as you could remember so you would always support them. You also secretly always checked how Jill performed. You knew you would be trying forever to say goodbye to Jill. She had such an immediate impact on your life, your first real true love, she was unforgettable. You had noticed that as of recently, Jill was not posting with her partner, but that was simply none of your business.

Several weeks later, national duty came up and you had completely forgotten that there was a scheduled friendly match against the Netherlands. Initially you and Jill were so excited, talking about how she would show you around her favorite places in her home country when you got there. You were even going to meet her family as well. Obviously those plans were before the ‘incident’, as you now referred to it as, so you now only felt dread thinking about the match.

For prematch and in the tunnel, you completely avoided Jill, only seeing her when you high-fived the opposing team before the start of the match. You also tried your best to stay clear of her on the pitch as well. Since this was just a friendly, you both did not play much, subbed off pretty early on to avoid injury. After the match you knew you wanted to speak to Viv, she was a dear friend of yours when Arsenal would take on Man City.

The final match whistle blew and you made a bee line for Viv, hoping to catch her quickly and then go back to the changing room. Until you heard a voice desperately calling your name, you knew the voice instantly, her voice. Everything in you knew not to turn around, not to give in, but it was as if you did not have control over your body as you turned to face the eyes you had been desperately missing. The eyes that initially made you fall in love with her.

“Y/N” is all she breathed out, almost in a whisper, surprised you actually turned around to her.

“Jill” you reply back to her. An awkward silence fell over the two of you, both not necessarily sure what to say next. Jill rubbed her neck, bouncing on her heels. Talking to you use to be like second nature for Jill, but now she was unable to form a coherent sentence.

“I um, I am single now.” she admits, her eyes fall to the ground, scared of your reaction to the sentence.

A wave of deja vu hits you, as once again you have found yourself in a situation similar to your confession all those months ago with Jill. Jill now confessing that she was single, insinuating that her being single was to mean something to you. All the pushed back emotions of trying to force Jill out of your mind were now out. You had spent weeks trying to figure out how to say a complete goodbye to Jill and move on. A lifetime of trying to say a proper goodbye to Jill. But now here she is trying to rekindle everything you fought so hard to forget.

“Jill” is all you could mutter out again. While a small part inside you was ecstatic, a large portion of you was concerned, hoping Jill did not break up with her previous partner because of your confession. Does she maybe possibly like you back? But that wasn’t fair to you, but even after everything, Jill was still your muse, your why, your love.

The very very very last thing you should do is hug her, under no circumstances should you hug her. But unfortunately, stood in the middle of the pitch, your bodies embraced. Your not sure if you started the hug first or if she did but nothing mattered. You were hugging Jill, you missed her warm body, her strong arms, her vanilla scent, everything about her.

The words unspoken meant much more, knowing at some point when the hug ends, you will need to talk to her. But for right now, you were hugging Jill, the love of your life. While you thought you were going to spend forever trying to say goodbye, it was so much easier to say hello. Welcoming the new rollercoaster that both you and Jill stepped on.

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[infinityerlingx]

Christmas Mornings

pairing- erling haaland x (fem)reader

plot- waking up to erling on Christmas

genre- fluff

merry late christmas loves<3 was meant to post this on christmas but I’ve just not had the time at all! hope everyone had a lovely time

Slight movement behind you made you stir in your sleep, the warmth of the covers a contrast to the cold temperature of your bedroom. The opening of the bathroom door made you wake completely. You turned over onto your side, facing the bathroom door, finding Erling’s side of the bed empty, however his warmth still lingered on the sheets.

A few minutes had passed and you had rolled back onto your other side, closing your eyes, attempting in drifting back off to sleep even if it was just for a few minutes, however a dip in the bed made your eyes flicker open again, Erling not having any idea that you were awake, slipped himself back into the bed, quietly as he possibly could, lying on his side and facing your back.

You shuffled your body back, pressing against his chest, letting him know you were awake. Erling brought his arm around your body, pulling you against him.

“Merry Christmas min kjære” Erling’s raspy voice spoke down your ear. A blush rising to your cheeks instantly, his accent more prominent than ever.

“Merry Christmas love” You replied, nuzzling your head into the soft pillow. Erling littered small kisses all over your neck and bare shoulder.

You shifted your body again, rolling over to face Erling, you were met with his tired face, a small smile crept up onto his face as you admired him. His long hair loose out of the bobble it was usually constricted in and you swore you’d never seen such a perfect sight. Waking up to the love of your life on Christmas morning is something you’d always wished for. Now you were in Norway with his family spending Christmas time together, you truly were the luckiest person.

Erling’s large hand trailed down to your thigh, pulling it up over his waist, cuddling your body into his own. Your hand went around his neck, your fingers slotting through his hair. Erling sighed contently, his eyes drifting shut. A smile made its way onto your face, seeing him so relaxed. In all honesty, Erling needed the break, he had worked himself so hard whilst the World Cup was on, making sure he was at full fitness and to see him finally relaxing was one of the best things you could’ve ever witnessed.

You heard Erling’s youngest cousins running down the hallway of the large house, pulling Erling from his relaxed state.

“Shall we get up soon?” You asked him quietly.

“Hm, not yet. Wanna stay here with you a bit longer” He murmured, his arm wrapping around your body, pulling you that inch closer, your chests touching, faces mere inches apart.

You both stayed cuddled up to one another for 5 more minutes, the both of you just enjoying each other’s company. The sound of his cousin’s excitement booming throughout the house, however you couldn’t care less about the noise they were making. You were just happy in Erling’s arms. Your eyes fluttered open again, already finding Erling’s gaze on you.

“Stop staring pretty boy” You giggled quietly.

“Can’t help it when you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen, I'm so lucky to have you” Erling spoke softly, his words making you blush once again.

“Well, I’m the luckiest to have you” You replied. That brought colour to Erling’s cheeks. His face edged closer to yours, his lips softly pressing to yours. You moved your lips in sync with his, nothing else needed, the soft kiss between the two of you being everything you wished for. You both got lost in a state of bliss. You pulled away first, nuzzling your head back into the crook of his neck.

“We best get up” Erling spoke softly, your lips pressing a small kiss to the base of his neck, before rolling onto your back. Erling sat himself up, turning his body to the side, looking at you. “Come on” He smiled, pulling you up with him. You stretched your body, letting out a yawn. Erling got out of bed, going to the wardrobe and grabbing out two pairs of pyjamas. He had bought matching Christmas pyjamas for the both of you, wanting your first Christmas together to be memorable for you. You both got changed into them, you went to the bathroom, freshening yourself up before leaving the bathroom, meeting Erling in the bedroom, he had now tied his hair up in his usual bun. You wandered over to him, your arms reaching around his shoulders, his head leant down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

“Our first Christmas together” You spoke against his lips.

“Would not want to spend it with anyone else” He replied, pulling away and looking into your eyes, a sign he was telling the truth.

“I love you” You told him.

“I love you kjære” He spoke truthfully. “And Merry Christmas”

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[lovinpelova]

secret | k. casparij

summary; your man city teammates find out who your girlfriend is. [SMUT]

🎵 the beach - giveon

you first met kerstin when england played against the netherlands in a friendly almost two years ago, the game had ended in a glorious 5-1 win for your side and the dutch were left in despair at such a horrible defeat being handed to them; but a certain dutchie planned to leave the stadium with more than a loss. she'd requested a shirt swap for the masterclass you'd put up against her in midfield, smiling gleefully when you accepted immediately and made small talk to keep the conversation going. she just couldn't help herself, so when you'd laughed at another one of her jokes and gently placed your hand on her arm for the final time she asked for your number.

the next day she'd taken you out for coffee and a small walk with your hands absentmindedly laced together like you'd been dating years at that point. you realised kerstin was too shy to make a move in fear of making you uncomfortable so decided to take matters into your own hands (literally) and smiled to yourself when she let out an audible gasp, the midfielder then wrapping said arm around your shoulders to pull you closer with your forearm crossed over your chest. the pair of you didn't want that to be the end of your date and decided to plan another one, which led to kerstin kissing you outside your apartment door when she walked you all the way home and asking you to be her girlfriend a couple dates later.

after learning of her impending move to manchester within the first date you insisted on giving her a tour around the city, knowing you'll be seeing her a lot more often now that you were dating and really liked her. a month after making it official, kerstin announced her move to city and bid farewell to her previous club with a massive smile on her face; part of the reason being all the new opportunities city would provide her with, part of the reason being all the time she could spend with her girlfriend.

at this point in time your city teammates had caught onto you dating someone, still not having signed your girlfriend yet meant they couldn't even fathom to think you'd go for a dutchie. the girls speculated and you denied each guess, pushed away wandering hands when snatching at your phone to see who you were texting and remained silent on the matter of how you'd met, knowing for a fact the girls you played with for england would be able to narrow down you were dating a dutchie judging by the dates of recent international friendlies.

kerstin and yourself acted like friends in public and had continued to do so for the past year and nine months, opting to keep your relationship more of a private-leaning-secret matter for the sake of yourselves. you wanted to tell the girls ages ago but the moment just never came and with time you gave up on trying, rather letting them continue to think you were just friends that spent time together outside of football sometimes for the sake of team bonding and midfield chemistry.

none of them had managed to catch onto the looks you gave each other in training or sneaky touches when trying to get past in a group huddle, so you must have been doing a good job at hiding your relationship for now. there were obviously speculations online but it never got further than an odd rumour that no one paid attention to and luckily for you, your teammates had given up on trying to figure out who your girlfriend was. they claimed your recent instagram posts were looking like a soft launch but you quickly shut them down- why would you suddenly soft launch a relationship after being with her for nearly two years? the privacy was the main reason you'd managed to stay together so long and you both intended on keeping it that way.

current day, you just played against tottenham and won 4-0 with yourself bagging a goal and two assists from midfield. your girlfriend had been dropped back to defense to give the new signings a chance in midfield but it didn't stop her from joining the group hug you'd initiated after celebrating individually or with bunny. you were walking away from media duties with a proud 'player of the match' trophy in your left hand and match ball in your right, unsure of what you were going to do with the ball but you kept it anyways in case you wanted to practice juggling in your apartment.

you were congratulated by all your teammates as you walked into the changing rooms with music blasting in your ears immediately, mary and kerstin dragging you towards the middle of the room to dance with the other girls before they turned the music down after a couple minutes of celebrating your performance. your girlfriend sneakily winked at you and smiled in response to the blush that spread over your face, both of you going your seperate ways to find your cubbies and get ready to go home.

you'd already settled down on your couch by the time kerstin had arrived home, both of you being cautious about when you spent time together to not raise suspicions from teammates on why you were driving home together from games and training. the dutchwoman had sent you a text that had your heart beating out of your chest still, knowing you'd read it immediately since you always got home before she did.

'taking my stargirl out tomorrow. that performance deserves a celebration and a half prettygirl.❤️'

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staying true to her words, kerstin picked you up at the exact time she said she would with a bouquet of roses at your front door, smile on her face and gentle kiss when you invited her in to talk whilst you put the flowers in a vase.

"you didn't have to organise a whole day just because i had a good game, baby."

kerstin walked up to you with a soft sigh as you stood up from tying your laces, wrapping her arms around your waist loosely and leaning in to kiss you lovingly for a couple moments with yours resting over her shoulders. she broke away with gentle pecks at your request for more kisses and you both smiled softly.

"nonsense. my babygirl deserves the world and more."

you both set off not long after the intimate moment and kerstin had opened her car door open for you like a true gentlewoman, arriving at the café you'd had your first date in. glad you recognised it immediately, the dutchie helped you out of the car and shut tbe door for you like you were royalty, kissing the back of your hand with a smile before initiating small talk naturally. not long after drinking your coffees and sharing small snacks that eventually satiated your growing hunger you went for a walk, kirsten doing her best to show her love physically as she complimented your performance from the day before.

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one of the best parts about being a footballer dating another footballer is that you were on international duty almost always at the same time, sometimes even playing against each other. it's not always the easiest to have ridiculous scorelines against your girlfriend and it's definitely not easy when her team kicks you out of the olympics by one goal after you'd done everything you could in your power to ensure that didn't happen, but when she texted you to apologise and you texted her to congratulate, you knew you were on the same page.

you cared about each others careers, even if it was at the cost of your own sometimes. both of you knew football is a cruel game in many ways; underdogs having ridiculous scorelines put past them, a bad performance putting you on the bench, injuries littering your friend groups, dreams being taken away when they were millimetres from your grasp. it's mentally and physically challenging, but elite athletes were trained to cope with it- yourself and kerstin had helped each other through it multiple times.

one of the worst parts about being on international duty at the same time was missing her. she was in the netherlands whilst you were in england still, the time difference not being a problem but rather how physically demanding for your countries was, meaning you were catching up on sleep whenever you could and partaking in team bonding without realising you weren't responding to the other's texts. luckily it wasn't one-sided as you were both so busy, but you still felt bad and (slightly) dreaded international duty because of it.

you'd arrived home from st. george's park a couple hours ago after saying goodbye to your teammates and congratulating everyone on their good performances in your matches, now sat on the couch and enjoying the relaxing aura your apartment had before your phone lit up with a text from kerstin.

'i'm coming over. be there in 5'

'everything okay?'

'miss you too much to wait any longer'

immediately knowing why she was coming over, you smiled to yourself and shook your head in disbelief at how needy your girlfriend could get. fair enough, you hadn't seen each other in nearly a month, but you were going to see each other in a couple days at club training and afterwards for a date you'd planned. before you could check your appearance or think to put your phone on charge in your bedroom a sharp chorus of knocks echoed throughout your apartment, making you jump off the couch and open the door in record time.

you barely had time to think before kerstin's lips were on yours and her hands were pulling your hips into hers, foot shutting the door behind her whilst she turned to find the kitchen island and place you on it. your legs wrapped around her waist as she kissed you feverishly like she had no time left in the world, fingers gripping the soft flesh of your toned thighs that was left exposed by your shorts with the occasional slip under your hoodie to tease. your hands tangled themselves into her hair and tugged at her roots gently whilst kerstin slipped her tongue into your mouth, clearly desperate for more than a kiss judging by the way her hands were trailing along your thighs shamelessly.

you pulled away to catch your breath and smiled in disbelief of your girlfriend's state, breathing heavily and staring down at you with hooded eyes and a pool of lust replacing the loving light brown she owned. she licked her lips hungrily whilst staring at your own and pulling your body closer to hers, hands caressing the outside of your thighs as your arms wrapped around her neck to pull her closer and teasingly brush your lips over hers with a smile.

"we were gonna be seeing each other in a couple days."

"i want you now."

you forcefully pressed your lips against hers in an attempt to gain control of the kiss, failing miserably when kerstin pulled away to trail sloppy kisses down your neck and pick you up, finding her way to your bed as she left an unmissable trail of hickeys you were praying would be gone by the time city training was back on. the midfielder smiled cockily when your head lulled backwards out of instinct and she laid you down on your bed, taking off your hoodie as she removed her own jacket and shirt with haste and her lips moving furiously against your own again when she felt your hands tugging at her clothes.

kerstin let out a shameless moan into your mouth at the feeling of her bare skin against yours after so long without it, ignoring the cocky smirk you wore and trailing her hands down to undo your bra before she dipped her fingers into the waistband of your shorts in a silent request. you mumbled your approval against her mouth with one hand holding her jaw and the other grasping the side of her stomach, letting her slip off your shorts and underwear effortlessly without breaking the kiss. she'd obviously done this plenty of times before but you thought she would at least have some difficulty getting back into the routine after a month without it, clearly time makes no difference to kerstin's sexual expertise when it comes to your body.

"you too."

"what?"

she mumbled her confusion into your mouth and watched you roll your eyes with a smile once you'd pulled away, undoing the button and zipper on her jeans so she got the hint and took them off for you. her lips were back on yours with no time to spare fingers were tracing your thighs, embracing the way they fell open further for her in silent permission for her to go on. she kissed you softly as one finger slipped itself inside you, grinning against your mouth when yours fell open in ecstasy at being driven towards orgasm once she began thrusting it gently to ease you into it.

you knew with how desperate she was to see you she wouldn't be treating you like glass the entire night, your thoughts proven right with nails digging into her skin as she curled her fingertip into your g-spot whilst inserting another. kerstin was touching you in all the right ways with a sole motive of pushing you over the edge. soon enough, both fingers were pushing against your sweet spot and pulling wild moans out of you as she gradually sped up to the pace that had her mouth watering in response to your noises.

"keep going baby,"

"you like that mijn vriendin?"

"hou ervan."

your sudden switch to dutch had kerstins mind reeling, a guttural moan leaving her mouth alongside a choked one escaping yours as her fingers sped up even further. she trailed her lips down your torso sloppily and left marks in her wake to admire later, immediately latching onto your clit and flicking her tongue pleasurably before switching to sucking gently. hips bucking against her face and back arching, your hands found their way into her hair and tugged roughly to pull her closer as she moaned into you.

her fingers were abusing your g-spot in a way that had you seeing stars, the woman above you enjoying herself so much her eyes were rolling back and mouth was speeding up. kerstin needed to feel you cum around her fingers, she needed to feel that final claim she had on you after not seeing you in this state for god knows how long.

"c'mon babygirl, cum for me. you're gonna cum for me yeah?"

she desperately requested with her fingers still pistoning into your g-spot, lips scattering kisses over spasming thighs as you desperately nodded your head and cried out for her.

"that's it baby, good girl."

the midfielder didn't leave a drop to waste, collecting it all on her tongue and shamelessly swallowing. she licked her fingers clean after helping you ride out your high, memorising how you'd clenched around them moments beforehand as she gently licked up the reminants of your arousal in an attempt to clean you up.

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"is your girlfriend a mosquito by any chance?"

you heard one of your teammates ask from across the changing room, looking down at your body and being met with all the hickeys kerstin had left behind three days prior. they were fading, sure, but they were still visible. the woman had put herself to work in desperate times and she definitely didn't disappoint.

"christ, she's done some work on you."

"someone had a good time last weekend!"

"you sure she's not a vampire?"

humourless comments were thrown your way as you stood unimpressed, thanking god your torture was saved by other girls entering the changing rooms and switching the topic of conversation. you quickly put on your training top and turned to see a pale-faced lauren hemp, following her eyesight and seeing she was staring at kerstin, who was now shirtless.

"oh my god!"

the whole room stopped in response to laurens sudden outburst, your eyes going wide when she pointed to kerstin and then looked at you. immediately knowing she'd connected the dots and you both didn't have marks at the same time out of coincidence, you shut your eyes in preparation for what she was going to say next.

"kerstin is y/ns girlfriend!"

the scratch marks you'd left behind on kerstins back were still almost as red as her face, the brunette turning around shocked as you tried to make up excuses to save yourself but ended up babbling like you were braindead.

"holy shit hempos right!"

mary exclaimed next, the whole changing room bursting into conversation with the discovery of who your girlfriend was. next was the teasing comments about how you'd definitely seen each other over the weekend and then the questions that implied they needed to know every single detail about your relationship. only one good thing came of yours and kerstins carelessness in the changing rooms; you didn't have to hide your love for her anymore.

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[digitaldiarystuff]

I Hate You

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summary: you and Ruben are haters with benefits when suddenly, you start craving for more

pairing: Ruben Dias x Y/N

genre: angst, fluff, maybe a little suggestive it’s a mix of everything really

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You were about to fall asleep when you heard the door slam meaning Ruben was gone. Today was a stressful day at work and all you wanted to do was to forget, which is why you called him drunk. Your arrangement with him was simple, you hated each other any time other than when you were fucking. It started when you shouted at each other at a house party and ended in you getting screwed against the door of a bathroom mumbling ‘I hate you’s and ‘I know’s.

That’s when you made a deal, this was the only way you could blow off some steam and be in each other’s presence. You of course kept this a secret from everyone, they would never approve of you being haters with benefits with Ruben but you weren’t complaining. It wasn’t emotional, just physical but tonight after having a terrible day with your boss screaming at you nonstop, you wished you could ask him to stay. However, you bit your tongue and let him go, just like every other time.

Your cravings for affection didn’t stop there, you were constantly feeling lonely and this caused in an increase in your calls for Ruben. Before this you called each other maybe once a week but now your hand was reaching to your phone every other day. You could feel his gaze on you wondering what’s going on but he knew you weren’t that close so he never asked. You, once again called him at 1 and he answered groggily.

“Hey”

“Hey, I’m sorry were you sleeping?” you asked already regretting it.

“Yeah, what’s up?” he sounded so tired and you couldn’t bring yourself to ask him to come to you.

“I was just calling to see if I can come over?” This was the first time you were offering to drive to his, any other time you’d meet at your place because it was way more convenient for you.

“I actually have an early training tomorrow and as much as I’d like to shut your fierce mouth, I’m gonna have to pass.” he said and you could hear the smirk on his lips.

“I hate you.” you said

“I know baby.” he replied knowing how much you hated pet names, but this one only made you sad. You hung up with an empty feeling, was this sudden neediness caused by him or by you going through tough times, you wondered. It didn’t matter since either way, Ruben wasn’t the answer for your problems. You hated him and he hated you and you were just fuck buddies.

You tried sleeping but couldn’t so that’s when you decided to open your dating app, you used it every once in a while but stopped after your first time with Ruben. You never had a rule about being exclusive but he fulfilled your every need so you didn’t have the need to look for someone else but tonight, you were lonely and in need of company and you also needed to get Ruben out of your mind at least for a while.

That’s how you met Luke, he matched with you almost immediately and was happy to meet you at this hour. After some inspection you figured it wouldn’t hurt to have him come over and he obliged. He was a very handsome and tall guy with mid length light brown hair and green eyes.

“Hey” you opened the door and he was standing there with a small bouquet of flowers.

“Hi, how did you find an open flower shop?”

“Oh I was just keeping these in the freezer in case a pretty girl like you asked me to come over.” he sassily said.

You spent some time getting to know each other over glasses of wine since you just met and one thing led to another and you found yourself on his lap while he was kissing along your neck and exposed breasts. You were so lost in the moment you didn’t even see the text Ruben sent you.

“Are you still awake?”

You and Luke finished shortly after, which wasn’t anything compared to what you had with Ruben. It was good and you had an orgasm but it lacked the passion you and Ruben shared. When you had sex, it was hot and full of emotion even if they were hatred but you and Luke just satisfied each other. You asked him to stay the night and he could leave in the morning since it was late and he agreed. You were in mood for some cuddles and he gave them to you.

In the morning when you woke up he was already gone and you felt relief. You weren’t in the mood for an awkward conversation where he thinks you’re in love with him but you also couldn’t deny feeling a presence in the bed while sleeping made you feel better and you wished it was Ruben holding you.

It was now 4 p.m. and you were pretty much done for the day, sitting in your office when the door knocked. You went to get it and were surprised to see Ruben standing there.

“What are you doing here?” you asked still mad about last night.

“Hello to you too Y/N, I’m good by the way.” he smiled annoyingly and pushed the door open inviting himself in.

“Ruben I’m serious, why are you here?” you asked as he walked in the kitchen to get something to drink but his steps came to a halt suddenly and you were confused. You followed his gaze and found why he’s being weird. His eyes were set on the flowers Luke brought.

“Who are these from?” he asked after a moment nonchalantly but he slowly walked over to them to find a card inside.

“Just a friend.” you replied not knowing how to put it.

“Do I know the said friend?” he was trying so hard to not be obvious but it was clear he was interested. That’s when you decided to tease him.

“No, you don’t.”

“And he sent you flowers because…” he trailed off hoping you’d finish his sentence.

“He didn’t send me flowers Ruben, look why are we talking about this, why are you here?”

“You didn’t answer my text and I was worried you did something to yourself because you couldn’t have me.” he pouted and you remembered why you hate him, so full of himself.

“I saw your text today but I was busy.”

You walked over to the living space and he followed you.

“Hey, what did you mean when you said he didn’t send me flowers?” he inquired.

“Ruben what’s this interrogation about some flowers?” you asked annoyed.

“Just tell me” he pleaded.

“He didn’t send them, he brought them.”

“When?” his head snapped back.

“Last night.” you answered truthfully

His eyes immediately turned darker and his jaw clenched. You averted your gaze feeling weird about the whole situation. You didn’t think he would be bothered by this.

“I didn’t realize you were seeing other people.” he mumbled under his breath but still kept his cool.

“I mean we’re allowed to, aren’t we? I was feeling lonely and he agreed to keep me company.” you jabbed making him realize this was after Ruben turned you down.

“I didn’t know…” The room fell silent neither of you dared to speak. You took a deep breath.

“Ruben this whole deal isn’t working out for me, I don’t want someone to leave the second they come, I don’t need any titles or a ring but I need more than just hate sex.” you finally confessed.

“I- uhm” he couldn’t even form a sentence but this was enough for you.

“Look I’m not pressuring you into anything Ruben, it’s just, I don’t think this is going to work out.” you breathed and he had a sad face throughout your conversation.

The talk ended minutes ago but Ruben didn’t move a muscle to get out, nor did he speak.

“Are you okay?” you finally asked concerned about his demeanor.

“Yeah, I just think you’d never feel like…” he trailed off again.

“Like what?”

“Like I do.” he said as your eyes met, you couldn’t even tell if he was being serious.

“Ruben look if this is a sick joke, I swear…”

“No Y/N this isn’t a joke. Believe me, it’s been torture pretending like I still hated you because you were definitely doing so and I thought I was going crazy.” he rambled on as you grabbed his collar and crashed your lips into his.

He quickly reciprocated and deepened the kiss while lifting you up just for you to sit on top of him. You hungrily attacked his neck and a loud moan escaped his lips at the contact. You used this opportunity to remove his shirt and kept exploring his body while his hands were on your hips slowly helping you roll back and forth and this time, it was his lips on your neck and behind your ear.

“Ruben” you mewled “Take me to the bedroom”

He happily obliged carefully sitting up and carrying you with your legs wrapped around his waist. He was holding you like you weighted nothing. As he was passing by your kitchen he made a stop, slowly going in. You were utterly confused but let him do so, he held one hand under your hips while picking the flowers from the vase and throwing them in the bin. He definitely was a petty man, your petty man.

“I hate you.” you laughed but didn’t even care about the flowers.

“I know” he smiled back continuing kissing you.

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Idea!

Getting in a big fight with Ruben becos he just assumes you will go to his away game (maybe with Portugal?) but you never said that and you told your friend you would go to her birthday dinner that same weekend back in Manchester

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Ruben Dias x Reader - Hate It When We Fight

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Ruben had a bad habit of assuming that you didn't have plans for the day. It didn't matter if you had a packed schedule or a long list of tasks to complete, Ruben always seemed to think that you had nothing better to do than spend time with him. Today was no different.

"Why haven't you packed your bags yet?" He asked.

"Pack my bags?" You sat comfortably on the sofa, watching TV. "Why would I do that?"

Ruben had appeared before you dressed in a full traveling kit. You had known about his away game with the Portugal's national team, but not about Ruben plan's to bring you with him.

"You're coming, aren't you?" He said. "The taxi will arrive in twenty minutes. Just pack the essentials and I'll buy you whatever you need over there."

"Ruben?" You were caught off guard by the way he adressed you, hesitating before responding. "You know I can't just pack my bags and go with you, right?"

"Why not?" He shrugged, genuinely confused.

"Um...maybe because I have plans of my own."

He snorted "What plans?"

"What plans?"

You had been planning to use that week to focus on a big project at work and your best friend had invited you for dinner tomorrow night. Ruben was well aware of this since you told him a couple of days ago. Hadn't he listened to you?"

"Y/N, it's a big game." He said. "Everyone's friends and family are gonna be there. Just pack a bag and that will be it."

"Ruben, are you not hearing me?" At this point you were getting really annoyed.

"I hear you baby, I do. But I'm sure your boss can give you a day off, can't she?"

You stood, folding your arms. "No she can't Ruben because that's not how the real world works."

"What's that's suppose to mean?" He felt the tension erupting between you.

You sighed. "Ruben it means I'm not here to tend to your every need. My days do not evolve around your life."

"I didn't say that."

"No. But you did ask me to take a day off without considering that maybe I'd want to work, not go to your game."

His response was silence, a deep frowned on his face. You felt guilty but obligated to hold your own. "I'm sorry if you counted on me to be there for you, but I won't be able to make it this time."

"I get it." He nodded, voice clogged with somthing. "I shouldn't have...I shouldn't have..." He really struggled. "...whatever you said."

"I'm really sorry baby. Will you still give me a call once you've reached the hotel?"

"Sure." He nodded, but did not meet your eye. "I will call you."

"Great, have a safe trip."

You stepped forward, expecting a kiss. Ruben however, ignored you, or perhaps didn't see you step up to him. Instead he moved on to the hallway where his bags waited.

"I guess I'll see you in three days." He mumbled.

"See..."

The door slammed shut before you could finish the sentence.

"...you."

Somthing very odd and unpleasant washed over you. It made you wonder, had you done somthing wrong?

For the rest of the evening you kept your phone near, expecting a call from Ruben at any moment. However there was nothing. Not a call, not a text, just radio silence. It was so unlike him, so you decided to call him yourself. However, you were immediately discarded towards his voice mail. If Ruben was upset, you thought,  ignoring you was definitely not the way to handle things. Three days went by without you hearing a word from him. You would have assumed the worst if it hadn't been for the pictures his teammates took of him, posting them online.

"Whatta hell Ruben?"

It was not the warmest welcome he received upon his return. But you could never stoop so low as to ignore your boyfriend for three days just because of a small argument.

"I waited for you to call me for three days." You showed with your fingers. "Three fucking days Ruben."

"I know and I'm sorry." He muttered, leaving his suitcases at the door. He walked over to the sofa, taking a seat. "I needed time to think."

"Think about what?" You frowned.

Ruben shrugged  "Us, our relationship."

"Oh."

You sat down next to him.

"W...what did you....did you...?"

"I thought alot about what you said, about how the real world works."

Since you hadn't really meant much by those words, you could only glare at him. "H...how does it work?" You asked nervously.

"I guess that's what I don't know. I used to know, but now I don't."

What do you mean baby?" You scooted closer, seeing how Ruben had really gone through this question in his mind. You knew how much he hated having to play football when things weren't sorted in his head. In a way you felt responsible.

"Fuck, Y/N, I owe you an apology." He sighed. "You were right. I just assumed that you didn't have any plans these three days. That you could just pack a bag, leave your life behind just to join mine. Little do I forget about the privilege I have to be able to travel the world, doing what I love. For a moment I truly assmued that my life was better than yours, that my offer was one you wouldn't say no to. What a dick move that was. I really am sorry."

"Oh Ruben." You, threw yourself at him, hugging him. He shifted his weight so that you would lay under him instead of on top of him on the sofa. He cleared your face of hair that had fallen over your eyes, bending down to kiss your lips.

"Fuck I missed you."

Butterflies invaded your stomach for Ruben looked at you like there was no one else.

"I missed you too."

He kissed you like there was no one else.

"Forgive me."

He wanted you like there was no one else.

"I forgive you."

There was no one else in the world that loved you the way Ruben did.

"Y/N, please." He pleaded. Somthing like this will never happen again." His head shifted to lay against your breast, your heart beating in his ear. Your hand stroked his cloudy hair. "I know baby, now let's just let this go."

"Okay." His eyes shut. "Just know that..." He was halfway asleep. "...I really am sorry."

As his breathing slowed down, Ruben was finally able to rest. You weren't the only one who hated it when you fought.

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