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WELCOME TO BOBSKYS WORLD
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masterlist part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6
world cup masterlist
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ Xavi Simons
Happy fathers Day [SMAU]
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this was a long time coming, but this app/site was a little fun for me, as escape from uni, something to keep me busy while job searching and it’s turned into people attacking me and calling me out on my name and that’s taken the fun out of it
this is me… i’ve updated all my masterlists so nothings left hanging and yall enjoy my works to your fullest extents
big thanks for the support this WC, it’s been overwhelming, made my head big lol… i hope i’ll be back by the beginning of the season but for now
bye bye friends❤️❤️
How are you still writing about Torres??? Ur disgusting
this is what i would have said if i was comfortable insulting people i don’t know on the internet but i’m not
instead of INFORMING me what’s tea, you decide to call me names… weird tbh but each to their own👍🏽
World Cup masterlist
sneak in- Guela Doue
shouldn't be here- Richard Rios
caught- Nathael Mbuku
jersey- Joao Felix
afterparty-Tyrese Noslin
get off me- Ferran Torres
secrets of the bedroom- Pedro Neto
switch- Ferran Torres
can't wait- Ferran Torres
princess daddy- Ferran Torres
slow mornings- Pedri x Ferran
papis twin- Ferran Torres
never waits- Guela Doue
first one as mr and mrs- Ferran Torres
untouchable sister- Nathanael Mbuku
stupid love- Ferran Torres
under wraps- Jude Bellingham
lick- Ferran Torres
one mans gift- Ferran Torres
slipped- Joao Felix
no pics pls- Michael Olise
one mans treasure- Pedri
BOBSKYS MASTERLIST PART 6
part 1. part 2. part 3. part 4. part 5.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ Morgan Rogers
game day
Marley's uncles
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ Callum Hudson-Odoi
date cancelled
emergency contact
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ Hugo Ekitike
with papa
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ Guela Doue
Mrs Doue
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ Others
quiet confessions- Edoardo Bove
meet my mama- Edoardo Bove
wife vs big sister- Dusan Vlahovic
wasn't meant- Levi Colwill
calm husband- Levi Colwill
hopeless romantic- Benjamin Sesko
boys day- Malo Gusto
excitement-Marc Bernal
practice makes perfect- Desire Doue
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ others
one man’s treasure- Pedri
pairing: pregnant!reader x friend!Pedri
note: i think i’ve written this 4 times over… and don’t ask for a third part please, it’ll come in due time
part one
Pedri opens the door to your apartment softly, sliding out of his shoes and walking in his socks. He inspects the kitchen first, looking around for you before going to the living room where he finds you asleep, pieces of a bassinet surround you on the couch where you’re dead asleep, your hand slung on your now 8 month bump.
Pedri smiles softly before shaking you awake softly
“hey sleepy head” he greets as you wake up looking around you
“when did you get that done?” he questions pointing at your braids
“yesterday” you say stretching “don’t wanna give birth with a wig on, i’ll sweat it off”
“they look good” he says with a soft smile
“thank you” you smile back “did we have something scheduled?”
“no” Pedri says “but you weren’t answering your phone so i kinda got worried”
“oh shit” you curse rubbing your eye “this whole nesting process, getting the room ready for the baby, i’ve just been tired”
“well if you’d let me help-
“you’ve done enough Pedri” you say simply “more than enough for a baby that isn’t yours and a random girl who your best friend knocked up”
“that’s my niece in there, i’d do anything for her” Pedri says simply making you laugh “but speaking of Ferran”
you roll your eyes
“i don’t want to hear it” you say
“it’s good news” Pedri tries
“help me up” you say reaching out
“they broke up!” Pedri says pulling you to your feet
“good for them” you say waddling toward the kitchen “feel like a snack?”
“is that all?” Pedri asks
you sigh, turning around to face him
“it’s been 6 months since i told Ferran i was pregnant, there’s been no call, no text, no attending appointments, he has no idea whether i’m alive, or not, if i had an abortion or not, or if the baby is okay, because he doesn’t give a shit about anyone else but himself, so screw me for not giving a shit about him” you snap
Pedri is at a loss for words, this hadn’t been the first time you’d snapped at him because he’d dealt with your hormones changing over the past 6 months but he had no idea you’d felt so strongly about Ferran’s denial of your pregnancy
“actually” Pedri draws out
“actually what” you snap back
“he knows” Pedri says not meeting your gaze
“he know?” you repeat
Pedri sighs
“he and Sara broke up shortly after you told him you were pregnant and when he told me i told him i’d stayed in touch with you, just to kinda help you out and since then he’d ask for updates, and i kinda showed him” Pedri shrugs
“showed him what?” you almost growl
“the ultrasounds, the pictures you sent me, the bump updates” Pedri trails off
you sigh, the feeling in your chest indescribable
“so this entire time, i’ve opened my home to you, i’ve been vulnerable, shared my journey with you and you’re been feeding it to the very same person who has caused me pain” you pose
“he wants to be a part of this he just doesn’t know how” Pedri tries
“yeah because i didn’t give him the opportunity” you roll your eyes
“you did-
“and he called my baby an it!” you yell
you tension between you and a pedri is pulpable, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you blink away the angry tears that brim your waterline
“get out” you say
“wait-
“get. out. Pedri” you scream
he raises his hands in surrender
“and leave the keys” you say coldly
“but what if your water breaks” he says in a small voice
“i’ll make a plan” you say walking away
as you lean against the kitchen counter, you hear the door click close, Pedri’s presence no longer felt as you sink to the floor in tears, the trust between you and your strongest confidant broken but worst off, what broke in the process?
your heart.
no pics pls- Michael Olise
pairing: gf!reader x bf!Olise
summary: camera shy Olise meets his camera loving girlfriend
note: no i’m not writing for Olise, i just couldn’t find anyone else that fits Mara that i felt like
too lazy to edit this one chat, sorry
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user2 MICHAEL SPOTTING!
jamalmusiala HE LETS YOU TAKE PICTURES OF HIM?
yourusername well i am his girlfriend
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m.olise just matching my hot girlfriend
yourusername 🙂↔️❤️ good boy
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m.olise showing them how beautiful their mama still is but from the past
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m.olise which wouldn’t have been recognised without you
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Marley’s uncles- Morgan Rogers
pairing: dad!Morgan Rogers x Ezri Konsa x Jude Bellingham
summary: Marley has to pick who her favourite is
note; slightly all over the place cause i wrote half of it then forgot and tried to finish it now lol
“daddy, daddy, daddy” Marley chants under her breath, skipping alongside you as you make your way up to the family box where players had their families sat for the world cup
adorned in Morgan’s England shirt, Marley scooted past the people who had already taken their seats, making a bee-line for the familiar faces of Tolami and Ashlyn who sat with their significant others, Ezri hovering behind
“daddy!” Marley yelled, climbing over the chairs, earning a mumbled and strict “careful Marley” from you
“relax mommy she’s alright” Ashlyn laughed
“just a bit too excited to see the same daddy she saw this morning” you sigh taking your seat next to Tolami
“through the phone” Morgan corrects “do i get no kiss hello?”
“no” you brush him off “still on probation”
that earns a “ouu” across the small crowd
“in the dog house across the world Rogers?” Saka laughs
“oh bug off” Morgan shrugs him off “Marley please tell mummy i’m sorry”
“Juju!” Marley yells instead, arms in the air in Jude’s direction
“Marley!” Jude mirrors taking her from Morgan
“divorces and denounced” Tolami laughs “yikes”
“Marley doesn’t love Jude more than me” Morgan waves off
“she loves Jobe more than you both” Ezri laughs, stopping when Morgan shoots him a sharp look
“don’t joke like that”
“Marley who’s your favourite?” Bukayo asks
Marley’s eyes scan through her uncles, a look of pure concentration on her face before she leans over to Ezri with open arms
“you only won because you see her more” Jude says throwing his hand in the air
“or maybe i’m the better uncle” Ezri throws earning a “ouuu” from the crowd
“you’re gonna take that?” Djed eggs on
“personally i wouldn’t let that slide” Tolami adds
“that’s quite the taint on your name” Morgan laughs
everyone laughs when Jude smacks his lips in annoyance, an eye roll follows before a steward tells the boys Tuchel is calling for them
“goodluck kiss” Morgan asks with begging eyes
you roll your eyes and peck his lips
“i’ll make it up to you tonight” he whispers giving your forehead a kiss
“goodluck daddy” Marley yells kissing Morgan’s cheek
“thank you princess” Morgan smiles
“see how we’re gonna win”‘Bukayo yells out
“best of luck lads” you laugh waving them goodbye
the anthem starts a while later, Marley in your lap now pointing at her father
“daddy” she smiles
“mmh, that’s your dad” you smile warmly
Slipped- João Felix
pairing: bf!João x gf!reader
summary: João slips up and changes your lives forever
note: punctuating and capitalising manually is so annoying pls😭
The press room hums with quiet anticipation camera shutters clicking, low murmurs, the faint buzz of fluorescent lights overhead. You sit poised behind your notepad, pen resting between your fingers like you’re completely unaffected.
You’re not.
Because across the table, adjusting the sleeves of his training top like this is just another routine media duty… is João.
Your João.
Except right now? he’s just João Félix, Portugal’s golden boy, the headline name, the player everyone’s here to hear from.
Not the boy who kissed you breathless in a hotel hallway two nights ago.
Not the one who sends you voice notes at 2 a.m., half-asleep, whispering your name like it’s his favourite word.
You shift slightly in your seat, schooling your expression as the media officer nods toward you.
“Next question.”
Your cue.
You lift your gaze, professional, composed. “Hi, João. After your recent performances, there’s been a lot of discussion about your confidence on the pitch. What would you say has contributed most to that shift?”
Clean. Neutral. Safe.
Except his eyes find yours immediately.
And linger
Too long.
There’s the smallest change in his expression barely noticeable to anyone else but you see it. The softness. The familiarity. The recognition.
You drop your gaze for a split second, heart thudding.
Focus.
He clears his throat. “Uh, yeah… I think it’s just… feeling good, you know? Having the right people around me, trusting myself more…”
His answer starts off steady, but there’s an undercurrent—like he’s distracted.
Like he’s trying not to look at you again.
Because midway through explaining tactics and mindset, his eyes flick back to you, and something in him slips.
“…and, uh, just staying calm, trusting the process, and—” he exhales softly, almost smiling, “—you always remind me of that, babe.”
Silence.
It hits like a glass shattering.
Your pen freezes mid-word.
The room doesn’t react immediately—there’s a beat where no one fully processes it.
Then—
A couple of journalists glance up.
A camera operator lowers his lens slightly.
Someone in the back raises their eyebrows.
Your heart stops
João’s face changes instantly.
Like he just realised what he said.
“…I—” he blinks, stumbling, cheeks flushing. “I mean—uh—my team. My team reminds me—”
Too late.
Way too late.
You keep your face neutral. Professional. Unreadable.
Years of training kicking in.
You nod once, like nothing happened, like he didn’t just detonate your entire secret in front of a room full of media.
“Thank you,” you say smoothly, jotting something down like your pulse isn’t racing.
Inside?
Absolute chaos.
João doesn’t look at you again for the rest of the interview.
Not once.
But you feel it anyway—the tension, the regret, the panic radiating off him.
By the time the session ends, the room is buzzing—subtle whispers, side glances, the kind of curiosity that spreads fast.
You pack your things calmly, refusing to rush.
Because rushing looks suspicious.
Because you are not suspicious… right?
“Hey.”
His voice, low, urgent.
Right behind you.
You freeze for half a second before turning, keeping distance, keeping it public.
“Do you need something?” you ask, tone perfectly neutral.
His eyes are wide, apologetic, a little frantic. “I didn’t mean—”
“Don’t,” you cut in quietly, still smiling for anyone watching. “We’re at work.”
That stops him.
But it doesn’t stop the way he looks at you—like he’s about to combust.
You lean in just slightly, voice dropping so only he can hear.
“You just called me *babe* in front of twenty journalists, João.”
His hand runs through his hair, stressed. “I know. I know, I messed up—”
“You think?” Your lips twitch, barely holding back a laugh.
Because honestly?
It’s a disaster.
But it’s also… very him.
You straighten, stepping back into your role like slipping on armour.
“Relax,” you add softly, eyes flicking around the room. “We’ll handle it.”
He searches your face. “You’re not mad?”
You pause.
Just long enough.
“Ask me again later,” you murmur.
Then you walk away
Professional.
Composed.
Leaving him standing there half in awe, half in trouble, and fully, completely yours.
the saxophones are getting louder….
aye and if Savinho joins Spurs, the same energy yall had for Morgan “leaving UCL for 10th place Chelsea” must also be kept for him
im walking with you honey!!! Please turn that into a fic for ferran, I begggg
😭😭 enjoy pookie
💬 0 🔁 0 ❤️ 0 · Lick- Ferran Torres · pairing: bf!Ferran x gf!reader note: 🧍🏾♀️i tried to put my thoughts into words— this is minus the f
One nights gift- Ferran Torres
pairing: playboy!Ferran x one night stand!reader
summary: one night with Ferran leaves you with a forever gift
note: i was gonna write Olise into this and thought otherwise lol— also Ferran’s ex is Sara here, i forgot what her actual name is🧍🏾♀️
also ew… this one is long👎🏽
your palms suddenly felt sweatier, your heart beat faster, thoughts ran a mile a minute, rational and irrational
“c’mon don’t be a pussy” you said to yourself
but no one would know you were here if you turned back, got into your car and drove away, no one had seen you standing in front of the Barcelona training grounds, and the bag slung on your shoulder felt impossibly heavy, its contents burning a hole in the bottom
“it’s now or never” you whisper taking the step in
you walk into the facilities, the receptionist greeting you sweetly as she asks what you were there to do
“oh my God” a voice cuts you off “Y/N!”
you turn around to find Lamine and Fermin standing there, Lamine’s arms wide open as he walks up to you
“havn’t seen you since Ibiza stranger” Fermin pokes hugging you quickly
“been a bit busy” you half lie, gripping your purse
“is that or have you just been avoiding a certain someone” Lamine winks iluding to the summer romance you’d developed with Ferran
the most care-free week of your life, you’d bumped into the Barcelona boys at a club, swiftly invited into their section and partying the night away with them, you’d sparked a connection with Ferran, described nothing short of passionate
fiery
you woke up in his bed once, twice, three times over before he had to leave, back to the world cup, or rather
“just work obligations” he lied, a kiss on your forehead before he left you in the hotel sheets, reeling from the whirlwind romance that burned out as fast as it had started and landed you sitting in the sterile hospital staring at a doctor in absolute shock
“how far along” your best friend asked
“5 weeks” the doctor said
5 weeks ago you’d been engorged in a pleasure no toy, no man, and no imagination could replicate with a man you’d been short of surprised to see on your screen when you’d attended a Worldcup watchparty
“you have to tell him” your best friend said
“he’s obviously not here” you say simply
“but when he comes back you have to be there”
which lead to your presence at the Barca training grounds
“yo?” Lamine said snapping his fingers in your face
“where’s Ferran?” you ask quickly
“OH FERRRAN!” Lamine yells
there’s a spanish curse word thrown at him, the voice is as rough and thick as you remember, reaching your ears before he turns the corner.
“Y/N” Ferran freezes
“can we talk?” you squeeze out before you can back out out of sheer nervousness
Ferran leads you to a meeting room, you shakily follow behind him, your legs threatening to give out from underneath you as you sit down across from him
“so” he draws out
you open your bag and place the papers before him, documents confirming your pregnancy and the paternity that Ferran reads, his expression softening before hardening in an instant.
“you’re what?” Ferran snapped, his eyes burning with fury
“2 months along” you say
“that’s not mine” he says pointing at your stomach “how can-
“the week in Ibiza” you say simply “we weren’t exactly careful Ferran”
“yeah but- but that doesn’t mean that’s mine” Ferran says getting up
“i did the DNA test-
“using what!” Ferran snaps
“the toothbrush you left at my house” your eyes are watering now, both in frustration and sadness
“so you’re a psycho and a liar” Ferran says running his hand through his hair
“i’m not lying! the tests arn’t lying!” you snap standin up yourself
Ferran can now fully see the small swell of your stomach as your coat falls to the sides, a flicker of realisation passes his expression before it tightens back up
“look, Sara and I are back together, we patched things up and are in an amazing place, this” he points to your stomach “will only ruin things so, goodluck”
you watch Ferran round the table and walk out, leaving the door wide open as all you can do is collapse into the chair and sob, nothing filtering the absolute hurt you feel
“hey hey” Pedri’s soft voice breaks your sobs, his hand coming to your back to rub it as you hiccup
“i didn’t want to be with him, i just wanted him to be in the child’s life” you hiccup through sobs
“so the baby is Ferran’s?” Pedri questions softly to which you nod
“stupid week in Ibiza before he left for the World Cup” you explain taking the tissue from Pedri
there’s a beat of silence that passes between you
“you’re judging me arn’t you?” you question Pedri “i know i’m just a groupie slut trying to trap Ferran and milk him for mone-
“i believe you” Pedri interrupts
you look up at him “what?”
“i believe you” he shrugs “look i know my friend, he’s not the smartest”
that makes you laughs slightly
“there you go” Pedri smiles softly “you’ve got a beautiful smile”
“thank you” you say looking down at your hands
“look, i’ll try speak to Ferran on my end, but for now is everything sorted?” Pedri asks you “pre-natal treatment? nutrients? where are you staying?”
“i’m okay, my first trimester check is coming up in a month anyways” you shrug
“how’s the baby?” Pedri asks after a second
you finally look up at Pedri, his eyes relay nothing but sincerity and worry
“you don’t have to do this Pedri” you say in a small voice
“i’m not doing anything” he shrugs “coach is probably looking for me, can i give you my number?”
you fish your phone out, handing it over to Pedri who types away and sends himself a message
“got you” he smiles softly “and”
a beat passes, he’s still typing on his phone
“drivers outside to take you home” he smiles standing up “i’ll hear from you”
“thank you” you smile
“no problem” Pedri smiles before leaving
you let out a breath you had no idea you were holding in…
Lick- Ferran Torres
pairing: bf!Ferran x gf!reader
note: 🧍🏾♀️i tried to put my thoughts into words— this is minus the filming btw, i have another idea for that, and yes it involves Pedri
Lorente’s words seemed to fade into static as Ferran’s mouth closed over your pebbled nipple, his tongue flicking over it before he bit on it gently making your eyes fall close in an attempt to steady yourself. You almost thanked the heavens that one of the guys had thrown you a blanket when they saw you shiver as the night came to a quiet close.
you were all sat around a fire pit on the patio of your rented villa, wine still in the glasses of some but very much in all of your systems.
“is he sleeping?” another voice asked making you open your eyes
“the wines got him” Lorente laughed
“TIBURON!” someone else yells
Ferran hums, the vibration running straight up your chest making you bite your lip
“Ferran” you hiss, your fingers curling around his hair and yanking his head up.
eyes glossed over, alcohol and lust combined, his lids sat heavy and low, eyes tracking the group slowly
“you’re even drooling” Lorente laughs
“i should probably take him to bed” you say descretly adjusting your bikini top back “lets go”
Ferran is up, stumbling behind you like a toddler as the group throws their good nights at you both with a slight jab at his lack of ability to handle his liqour. You close the door behind you, throwing the blanket onto the chair and turning to face Ferran who is still standing at the foot of the bed
“bedtime baby” you sigh in exhaustion
“no” Ferran whines, burying his face into your neck “let me eat you”
“that’s cannibalism mi amor” you giggle running your hand through his hair
Ferran doesn’t answer, his mind is nothing short of clouded with desire, raw, unfiltered desire as he lifts you up and places you on the bed.
“Fer—
your squirming and questions are ignored, his mouth is on your neck, your breasts, your bikini’s pulled down, nipples slathered in saliva as he sucks them into his mouth, a needy whine of satisfaction leaving your boyfriend
“oh my God” you sigh, the stimulation making you buck up your hips into Ferran’s torso
“wanna taste you” he slurs nearly ripping your bottoms off
a glob of spit leaves his mouth, dropping to your twitching, aroused clit before Ferran follows through
“fuck” you squeal, your palm clapping over your mouth
Ferran’s tongue works over your clit, sucking it into his mouth before releasing and licking over from your hole to your clit, his tastebuds all but rejoicing at the taste of your sweet nector. His hands hold you down, preventing you from moving too much and disturbing the stage of euphoria he was in
“m’gonna cum” you warn Ferran, your hips chafing his mouth
“cum in my mouth” he rasps out, full attention on the pink swollen nub between your legs
your breath catches as your pleasure crashes over you, a silent scream leaves your chest as you seize up in pleasure, muscles locking— but Ferran’s relentless, his fingers join the assult on your wet pussy
“Fer- i can’t” you pant realising he’s not gonna stop
“please” he mewls, hands locking your hips into place “please mi amor, i need you to cum for me”
“oh fuck” you breathe out “fuck Ferran”
“cum for me” he pleads
no sooner had your first orgasm subsided were you rolling into your next, Ferran’s perfectly placed thrusts stimulate you to blinding pleasure that has you panting and crawling away from him
“no” he protects pulling your hips back into him, his nose buries itself between your ass as Ferran takes you from behind
“no more” you plead with him, your hand coming behind you to push his head away
“one more” he asserts
the sensitivity of your clit coupled with the quick, precise but rough licks have you spazzing, locked in pleasure before collapsing in exhaustion— Ferran now releases you
“bébé” he says in a small voice, a small kiss on your shoulder blade
“no more please baby” you beg
“mmh” Ferran hums, falling next to you “wanna sleep”
“please” you ask
no answer comes from your boyfriend making you look over at him, on his back, jaw slack, hair slightly damp, he’s dead asleep next to you
“as if you didn’t threaten my life” you half giggle brushing his hair away from his forehead to place a kiss on it
“goodnight my love”
i’m going to drunk bowling with my friends tonight, and the SMAU part of the story wouldn’t work and i really wanted to post the whole thing at once but alas… i’ll post one part tonight for the pookies 🩷🫵🏽
😩😩João Pedro i’m naming my first born child after you
https://www.tumblr.com/bobskysworld/823320795138916352/when-i-say-thin-layer-of-sweat-this-is-what-i
Fuuuuuckkkk he is hot
so hot bro