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21 - jlings x requests are open x

[ricciardobaby]

drunk in love - m.v

pairing: Max Verstappen x you

warnings: smut, swearing, drinking, max verstappen.

summary: you and max meet in a club, but when you expect it to be a one night stand - he has other ideas.

wc: 3,096

author note: this hasn't been proof read, shall this be a multiple part story?

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The drink intoxicates your blood, pumping through your veins, refusing to slow down for anyone. You had just quit a job that was weighing on you heavily, and it landed on the weekend your friends planned to live the lavish life in Monaco, for only one week.  

Avoiding all your problems with every shot you downed. There, you caught his eyes again, instantly looking away – surprised almost, when your eyes return his were still on you.  

His light brown hair fell over his forehead, a smug smirk on his face as you didn’t hide the fact you were checking him out. He was hot. The intimate thought of you running your fingers through his long hair crept onto your into before you watched his friend pull his attention away.  

“Someone caught your eye?” Your friend, Emily shouts over the music after watching you scan the room while you waited to be served at the bar.  

“Maybe.” You chuckle softly, turning to order a drink for yourself.  

“Have you spoken to him yet?” When you remain silent, she speaks again, “Oh my, you’re nervous? When do you ever get nervous?” 

You laugh at her words, shaking your head as you follow her back to your booth to join your two other friends. “Y/n’s too scared to make a move on a guy?”  

You roll your eyes as you sit down, “I’m not scared.”  

The intro of your sone begins to belt over the club, earning cheers from the already drunk who probably danced to this as often as you. You're watching the three of your friends instantly stand – almost like they were summoned to the dance floor – screaming as they hear that familiar beat. “Let’s show him then.” 

Your all laughing as you stumble to the dancefloor, instantly swaying your body to the music, screaming along to the words as they start. You’re grinding against Charlotte, who’s cheering on you as she’s slapping your arse.  

He was watching. Watching the whole thing. The way you moved your body to the music, singing your heart out as you scream those well-known lyrics. The way you swoop your hair to the other side as you attempt to get it off your skin. The hot climate that you weren't really used to. Your face had formed a glow – sweaty – but nonetheless glow, as you looked up to where he happened to be.  

The look upon your face, your eyes almost taunting him to make the first move. You watched as he stood up, it felt like time was going in slow motion. You turned your body fully to him as Mollie’s face hung wide as he approached you.  

“Not many people get my attention, never mind keep it but you are something else.” He spoke into your ear; his hand fell to your lower back.  

“Thank you very much.” You smile, reacting to his touch by turning your body to his, placing your arm around his waist.  

“What brings you to Monaco?” He asks. Your bodies naturally are drawn to each other – that and the face the dancefloor was becoming busier as the night went on. 

“Does my accent give it away that easily?” You giggle, watching his eyes crinkle as he laughs, nodding at your words. You place your hand upon your chest while he continues to chuckle, laughing at your poor attempt to be offended.  

“Girl's holiday, you?” You respond. “Don't believe you have a local accent either.” 

He takes a sip of his drink, shaking his head, “Holland, schatje.”  

“Schajte?” You question, smiling as you realise, he was speaking Dutch, “Tell me what that means?” 

“Babe.” He whispered, leaning down to level his mouth to your ear. “Do you want to take a seat? Need a drink?”  

“Yes, of course.” You agree, briefly turning to see if your group were still beside you. You see Mollie speaking quickly while the others are grinning at her words. You wondered what exactly she was saying so passionately about. “Let me just say to my friends, two seconds.”  

“Hey, I'm just going to sit down. Just so you know where I am.” You say, squeezing into the small space separating them.  

“Absolutely, enjoy sexy lady.”  Charlotte shouts at you. The others laughing and cheering with her. 

“What you speaking about?” You nod to Mollie.  

“We’ll tell you tomorrow, see you in the morning.” She smirks, pushing you backwards into his arms. Hearing ‘Don't do anything I wouldn’t do’ from Emily, you can't wipe the smile from your face. He slips his hand into yours, pulling you from the dancefloor.  

He takes a seat at a booth, a few others sit within, having a laugh with each other. They all say hello, nodding and teasing the man to your left. You can't help but join the laughter as he gets embarrassed.  

Their attention diverts from you both and he turns his head to you. “What’s your name?” 

“Y/n.” You smile, leaning into his chest as he puts his arm around your shoulder. “You?” 

“Max.” 

“Nice to meet you Max. Tell me about yourself?” 

And that’s what he did. You talked and talked about each other's families, your likes and dislikes but he failed to mention a very important factor. He knew from your initial conversation that you most likely didn’t know who he was, and he didn’t want to ruin something before it began. He didn’t want a repeat of someone using him for his status or money.  

He made comments to you all night – how stunning you looked tonight; how hot your accent was – you made sure those compliments were reciprocated. His hand rests upon your exposed skin, your arm snaked under his as you held onto his back.  

For a pair who has only met a matter of hours ago, you sure didn’t act like it. But this didn't have a ‘one night stand’ feel about it. It came naturally to have intimate touching, but not sexual.  

He finally worked up the courage to press his lips to yours. His lips felt soft, almost familiar, like they were supposed to be there. You didn’t quite want to lose his touch. Your lips danced together until the kisses were no longer loving and tender. Now the eagerness encouraged the heat rising in between your legs.  

You lightly bite his lower lip as it naturally glides into your mouth. The soft moan that left his mouth afterwards were making your already soaking puss throb in between your crossed legs.  

“Shall we take this back to mine?” He asks, his voice was low as his eyes stared into yours.  

“Yes please.” You can’t help but smile. Your intoxicated, horny mind wanders what the next few hours include.  

He stands up, shaking hands with the guys he knew that were scattered around their booth. Your hands remained interlocked as he leads you both out of the club.  

“I hope you’re okay with a short walk.” He turns to you, leading you across the street.  

“Only if you carry me.” You suggest, nudging him playfully. He stood still there, while you continued, stopping a few steps in front of him.  

“Come here then.” He laughs, his arms extended as he walked towards you.  

“I'm only joking.” you can't contain your laughter, flattered that he was going to.  

“Come here.” He repeats, effortlessly lifting your bridal style as he walks towards the apartment block further down the street. The empty street being filled by both of your laughter as your drunkenly giggle at absolutely nothing. He places you down at the steps of the apartment block, the security guard watching as you two stumbled into the entry hall and towards the lift.  

The ding signalling you had reached the floor Max had pressed, just before he pressed you against the cold walls. His hands roam, grabbing slightly to your waist and bum while your tongues danced together. He grabs your hand, pulling towards the one of two doors on this floor before unlocking it.  

You take your blazer jacket off, Max instantly taking it from your hands and hanging it along with his, upon the pegs by his door. “You are stunning.” He whispers, pushing you back with his hands placed upon your waist. You go as he pushes you, not fully knowing where he was taking you. His lips are attached to yours, his hands moving to the hem of your dress before pulling it off your body.  

The matching set you wore underneath just happened to be navy blue, and he wondered if that was a coincidence. You divert his thoughts when you begin to unbutton his white shirt then moving onto his belt as he took over.  

He pushed you back, making you fall upon the soft bed. You stare up at the dutchman, admiring his frame as he towered over you. He placed himself between your legs, running his hands up your torso – sending shivers up your body at his touch. You instantly pull for him to connect your lips. Soft moans escaping your mouth as your hands wonder his frame as his unclips your bra.  

He pulls from you, running his fingers up and down your inner thigh, before hooking your thongs off. He teases by placing his touch just to the side of your sensitive area, “Max.”  

He chuckles at your warning, pushing a finger into you while watching you adjust and moan at the pressure. He pushed into you for a few seconds before turning his attention to your clit, making you scream with pleasure. Your body squirming under his touch.  

“Lie down.” You tell him breathlessly. He looks at you confused, “Why?” 

“I want to please you.” You sit up onto your elbows, watching his facial expression change. He smiled at you, stealing a kiss before taking the empty space of the bed that was beside you.  

You climb on top of his legs, pulling down his boxers as his length springs from the fabric. You instantly lick up his shaft, bobbing your head upon the tip only. His breath hitches as you pull away, letting him take his boxers fully off so he was comfortable. You instantly connect your mouth to him, bobbing up and down upon the tip, every few bobs you're letting him hit the back of your throat. The moans he let out were satisfying, turning you on to please him more. “Fuck y/n.” Your seductively stare into his blue eyes that were dark under the lighting.  He couldn’t wipe the smirk that was off his face, as you continued to smile while giving him the best performance he may have ever seen.  

You separate your lips, leaving him watching you as you moved your body on top of him. His smile told you he usually takes control during sex, and while you enjoyed that happening. You certainly liked to spoil the person you were with. This didn’t feel like a one-night stand, you knew how to roam each other's body. His hands reacted instantly as he felt the pleasure of him enter you. A short gasp leaving your lips, his mouth in a ‘o’ shape as his hands guided your movements.  

“schatje.” He moans. You pick up your pace, switching from grinding to bouncing, watching him struggle to contain his load.  

“Speak to me in Dutch.”  

“Je bent iets anders.” He whispers before flipping you over, letting out a short scream as he puts you onto your back. He pounds in and out of you as your screaming his name, gripping onto the covers beneath you.  

“Maxie.” You scream, “Keep going baby.”  

He takes a hold of your neck, enough to turn you on but not enough to hurt you – pulling your body against his. His thrusts quicken, unable to contain your sounds as your moaning loud into his mouth. He continues, matching your moans, “I’m goanna come babe.”  

“Me too.” That was all he needed, letting you fall back into the bed as he hits into you at a pace that you cannot contain yourself. The moans from both parties fill the room, until the final grunt from him and the hot, wet sensation from between your legs signalises you both have come.  

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The following morning, you are woken to the room being filled by sunlight, hitting over your face as Max’s arms rests over your body, stopping you from being able to move. “Max?”  

He lets of a brief moan, signalising that he was awake before he pulled you closer to your body. “I'm awake.”  

“How you feeling? Hungover?” You question, turning around to face him. The smile on his face was content, like you both had been there before.  

“A bit of a sore head, you?” You agree, also having a slightly tender head. “Do you want to go for lunch?” 

“Yeah of course.” You smile, “But can I go home for a change of clothes first?”  

“I can drive you.” He tells you, before placing a kiss upon your forehead then getting out of bed. You watch him as he moves around the room. He takes two towels from his cupboard, throwing one to you as you both giggle at one another. “Care to join?”  

You sit yourself up, still wearing absolutely nothing from the night before, walking towards him and into the large bathroom. He turns on the shower while you stop to have a look in the mirror, laughing at your streaky make-up and messy hair. “Attractive ay?” You laugh. He laughs along, standing behind you as you both look into the mirror. He was quite a bit taller than you, leaning his arms across your shoulders and placing a kiss upon your cheek.  “You still look hot.” 

You screw your face up while laughing at him. You were always confident, always got what you wanted when it came to men but you didn’t leave when you woke up during the night like you usually do. Instead, you moved your body closer to him. He steps into the shower, holding his hand out for you, pulling you into the hot water that bounced against your skin.  

He hands you some bodywash after squirting some onto his hands, “Do you do this with every one-night stand?” 

Max raises his eyebrows at your words, a slight chuckle escapes his mouth, “Who said this was a one-night stand?”  

“I mean, I certainly have never still been in the bed when they’ve awoken.” You wipe the bodywash over your body as you swap sides so you’re now under the warm water. “What do you mean?” He asks.  

“I don’t usually stay until they wake. I would leave before they got the chance to say anything.” You keep your eyes on his as he looks at you curiously.  

“What made you stay?”  

“I'm not quite sure yet, but I'm sure I'll find out soon enough.” You step out of his way so that he could now wash his hair. You felt at ease in his presence, how could you be sitting naked in a shower having a conversation with a man you slept with for the first-time last night.  

You get out the shower as he washes his hair, you manage to keep your hair dry. You brush your teeth with the spare toothbrush he told you to use.  

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You had managed to slip in and out of your hotel without any of the girls seeing you. You changed your outfit to a flowery pattered summer dress with white converse, before joining Max in his car. “You look adorable.” 

“Thank you, Maxie.” You tease, putting your small bag to your feet as you smile to the Dutchman beside you. “Where are we going?” 

“There is a small restaurant round the corner here,” he tells you, pulling out of the space and down the busy Monoco street. He placed a hand onto your bare skin of your thigh, leaving you watching him as he drove, admiring his cheekbones and the long hair that surrounded his ears.  

He takes you to the small restaurant, sitting at the quietest part of the restaurant. You were thankful for the privacy, especially it was technically your first date. You chatted throughout the meal, enjoying the food you ordered, watching the busy streets of Monaco. You chatted about people that passed, wondering what they were doing with their lives, where they were going. You were really enjoying yourself with him, it made you forget about the problems you had in your life, the issues you had at home. You knew so much but you knew so little about what he actually did.  

“Why do you live here?” You ask, taking a sip of your wine.  

“I travel quite a lot so I don’t stay here all the time but it's just where majority of the people that do my job stay.” He smiled, leaning back into his chair as he watched your every move.  

“And what do you do?” You raise your eyebrows and he chuckles nervously, not quite knowing how to answer that.  

“I’ll show you soon, don’t worry.” 

“Interesting.” You smile, “I look forward to it,” 

You continue to chat about your life back home, what you planned to do once you got back, swapping numbers before he dropped you off at your hotel. You planned to meet again before the end of your trip, you had four days left of your trip. He told you he would be leaving by Sunday, but you would have a few days before you both left.  

As you enter your hotel room, your greeted by excited girls. “Spill the beans?” 

“He is so adorable. He treated me to lunch, and I’m seeing him again.” You can't contain your excitement as you tell them.  

“I was surprised not to see you in your bed this morning. You must like him.” Emily teased as you all take a seat on the large L shaped sofa in the rented apartment.  

“I can't deny, I do really like him.” You admit.  

“Did he tell you what he does?” Mollie questions, looking around the girls as she asks.  

“He said he would show me. Do you know something I should?”  

“Maybe, but I think you should wait until he tells you himself.” Emily adds.  

“What’s such a big deal?” You ask.  

“You’ll find out once he tells you.” 

You’re left wondering what he possibly could do for a living, that something that the girls would know but you wouldn’t. “He isn't a football player, is he?” 

They shake their head, “No.”  

:)

I will turn this into another part - I have already started writing it.

[masonmountsbitch]

Anyone You Like.

I had a certain Mr Marcus Rashford in mind 🤤

You drove with no destination in mind, listening to music while driving was the equivalent to therapy for you. And it clicked, you loved him. The past few months you had with him was the happiest you’ve ever been. It took for that small argument for that to happen.

Although you both argued to your friends that you were just friends, but you hadn’t yet discussed that together despite very clearly not acting like friends when alone. You find yourself turning around, driving in the direction of his house.

You park the car, stepping out before closing the door and locking it. You had one thing on your mind and that was him. You knock the door, waiting barely a minute before he stands in front of you. A slight confused expression forms on his features, like he doesn’t quite know what to say. He wasn’t expecting you that’s for sure.

You push yourself past him, getting yourself out of the cold air. Once he’s closed the door he turns to face you. You don’t even give him a chance to speak, before your on your tip toes pulling his face to yours.

Your lips connect, and the feeling of realise hits like a ton of bricks when he begins to kiss you back. You run your fingers through the back of his hair, his hands pulling on your waist as he pulls you closer.

When the need for air becomes too much you both pull back, a smile forming onto his face. His lips part as if he’s going to say something then close again. You too, not having a clue what else to say.

You start to look down, as you realise the possible awkwardness that is creeping up on the both of you. Your head is forced up, and your now looking in those beautiful eyes of his, until he closed the gap between your lips again. Instantly your kissing him back, smiling into the kiss.

“I think I’m in love with you.” You breathe, he instantly shoots you a even larger smile.

“You think? I am in love with you” He laughed ever so slightly, pressing his lips against yours before parting. Your noses touch slightly as your foreheads are pressed against each other.

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and I’m Scottish may I add

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Feel like a proud girlfriend 🤣🤣🤣

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Jesse 2.0 - Jesse Lingard

you had seen the decline in his performances, reflecting on his decline in his attitude and determination the Mancunian once had. You were constantly reminded by your ex boyfriends performances on the pitch that you turned your Instagram profile to private for awhile, limiting the amount of people that could tag you in there videos. It wasn’t nice to watch, certainly from the outskirts. Someone you no longer spoke to.

You knew it was bad when your phone began to ring, his big brother, Louie’s name showing on caller I’d.

“You okay?” You ask, after accepting the call.

“It’s bad y/n/n.” He spoke, you could hear the concern. The worry in his voice as he spoke about Jesse. He was seeing it first hand, living with the once happy - bouncing from the walls - type of personality, to a empty shell of the footballer.

“I know Louie. The performance a reflection of him?”

“Yeah. A totally different man. They’re constantly chipping away at him, he doesn’t have the same drive.” You knew it took a lot of debating with his own mind for his brother to call you about it.

Although you and Jesse didn’t necessarily end on bad terms, you wouldn’t say it was good either.

“I don’t know what you want me to do though Lou. I don’t even speak to him anymore.” He let out a deep sigh as I spoke.

“You always pushed him to be the best he could be, he needs someone like you again.”

“Exactly. Like me.” A sad smile creeps onto your face, as you think about your only love and how he made you feel.

“Just think about it okay?” Louie pleads.

“I’ll think about it.”

“Thanks Y/n.” He breathed, hearing the relief flood from his voice. He knew you couldn’t turn down the opportunity to help him get back to the JLingz everyone knew.

Later that night, your tossing and turning in my bed, unable to get him off your m mind as per usual. It was hitting that little bit harder.

“Fuck sake.” You mumbled, picking up your phone for the 4th time in 20 minutes. You clicked the YouTube app, searching for some old clips of Jesse playing on top form, selecting to copy the link, instantly pulling up the messages app, selecting new message and typing his name.

The sound suggests you’ve sent it. The link that kick started the comeback. Barely seconds pass and it tells me he had read the message. 5 minutes later, after the five minute video he responds.

Please come over

without hesitation, your pulling on a random pair of joggers, with an old Lingard top that you already had on, and get into your car, not even responding to his message. Throwing yourself out of your drive and onto the main road. The 12 minute journey takes 8, as you drive with no other purpose other than him. Punching in the code that he hasn’t changed since you spit, you park up next to his large car collection.

You turn of the car and get out, locking it behind you as you walk to the door. You were still probably five or so steps away when it opened, barely getting a chance to register that Jesse was infront of you before he had you in an embrace. Instantly wrapping your arms around him, he relaxed, his body weight leaning against you.

You stood there for a few seconds, holding the broken boy. Attempting to comprehend what actually was going on. “Come on, come inside” you whispered against his cheek.

He stands straight, still got his arms around me as you walk a step ahead into the house. You lead the way towards the living room, taking a seat which once was your usual spot, now being a distant memory for both your minds. He took the seat beside you, looking a bit overwhelmed and disassociated.

“I need to get my flame back.” He spoke, both hands holding one of yours.

“You do.” You smile, placing your free hand over his. “Let’s get some motivation.”

You reach over him, picking up the tv remote and clicking the YouTube app. Typing in his name, and waiting for those skill videos to come up. Upon clicking the video, you lean your head into his shoulder, still holding his hand.

“You need to get that passion back.” You whisper to him. “Look how amazing you are at it.” Your head instantly snaps behind you, looking to see who was approaching you.

Louie shot you a smile, visibly happy that you had taken up the offer that he put to you earlier that day. He took the seat opposite us, “Jesse 2.0.”

“You can do this.” You reassure him, “if we’re rumoured to go into lockdown like they’re talking about, this might be the best thing for you.”

He squeezed your hand, “Jlingz is back.”

Louie leaned back into the couch, “We can get a plan set up, work with Alex, he knows how to analyse you and your performances.”

Jesse looked although a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. “Have you told her yet?” Louie asked, looking towards Jesse.

“Told me what?”

Jesse sighed, “No I haven’t.” Shooting Louie a look.

Louie instantly stood up, “I’ll let you discuss it then.”

You turn your face towards him, hand still intertwined. “What’s up?”

“I turned to the drink.” He spoke quietly, embarrassed by his actions. You let out a sigh, looking at your feet. You were disappointed in yourself for not reaching out to him sooner.

“I should have checked if you were okay before now.” You attempt to blame yourself, but he doesn’t allow it. Instead Jesse pulls your face to his, his dark eyes peering into yours.

“This isn’t your fault babe. It’s all on me. Don’t blame yourself.” He spoke, a quick flicker of his eyes go between your eyes to your lips and back again. You sent him a sad smile, his hand still placed on your jaw, his thumb gently moved back and forth.

“We’ll get you back to how you were. Louie can get Alex to get you a plan thought up, we can speak to Ole see if we can get you the game time.”

He doesn’t even respond to your words, instead presses his lips hard against yours like he had his life depending on it. The emotion was all there, just the same as before you left. Instantly your kissing him back, because in reality you had missed it almost as much as him.

As you separate, he gives you a smile. A smile you’ve been waiting to see from afar but we’re unable to due to his downfall. “We’ve got this.” You say, standing up and going into the kitchen to see Louie, Jesse following behind.

“We go into lockdown tonight.” Louie sighed, leaning his bodyweight onto his arms as he leaned against the worktop. Both yourself and Jesse letting out a large sigh.

“You can stay here if you want.” Jesse spoke. Youlook towards Louie, who’s smiling wide towards me.

“You’ve got to help with Jesse 2.0. You started it.” Louie exclaimed, stepping towards me and taking me into a cuddle. Jesse seconds behind joining us in it.

You nod in response, “of course. If that’ll mean you get playing again.”

The brothers both grin towards you, both taking your into a cuddle as you smile back at the pair. “Ah it’s good to be back.”

May turn this into a few parts?

[masonmountsbitch]

I am writing a story over on Wattpad with Jesse. I wrote a whole chapter there, went on to edit it further and it hasn’t saved:(

Real life tears! It was written so well:(

[masonmountsbitch]

hellooo!!

is it possible to do a kylian mbappe imagine?

If so, could you maybe some where along the lines where PSG lost to, I think it was Switzerland in the euros and he missed the penalty. And when he comes back home the reader comforts him or something. Or one where he’s jealous perhaps.

Hello! Yes of course. It might be a bit rusty as I don’t know much about him personally but hope this is okay.

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The odds were on your side, after winning the last World Cup and having probably the best team on paper, you didn’t feel as much pressure when going against Switzerland. However as the game progressed, you began to become more and more nervous.

You followed Kylian as he ran around endlessly attempting to put his team ahead, but his efforts weren’t good enough. And the game went to penalties. The feeling in your chest as your heart continued to beat at such a pace, in contrast with your stomach which felt although it was doing flips.

As Kylian stepped up to take the final deciding penalty, you had faith in the Frenchman. He had scored many of penalties what could possibly be different this time.

But as the keeper dived the correct way, blocking Kylian’s efforts stopping France from moving to the next stage in the euros, your heart instantly stops as you watch your boyfriend cover his face with his hands as he walks away from the celebrating Switzerland side.

All you wanted to do was give him a cuddle, those tears pricked to your eyes as you watched your boyfriend visibly upset from afar.

“Y/N.” You hear someone shout, instantly snapping your head to directly in front of you. You instantly see one of the French coaching team standing before you. You move yourself down, standing on the seats below to get to the barrier separating the stands from the pitch, with help of a few surrounding people. As you get to the bottom row, your helped over the final barrier and you were now onto the pitch. 

You follow down the side line towards the opposite side as to where the penalties took place. Kylian instantly spots you as he finally lifts his head from his hands. He stands up, pulling himself away from his supporting team mates who were consoling him on his miss. 

He takes you into his arms, as he pulls you into his chest. Your instantly hugging him back. At this moment your relationship wasn't very public, so you knew instantly the cameras would be glued to you. 

“Its alright.” You attempt to make him feel that slightest bit better, which most likely never going to happen. You nod your heard towards Paul Pogba, who passed you checking if Kylian was okay. 

“It’s alright babe” You repeat. 

“Fuck sake, its all my fault.” He sobbed into your shoulder.  You pull away so you could see his face, placing both of your hands at either side of his face, “No its not. Its a learning curve. You played amazing, dont blame yourself.” You place a kiss onto his lips.  “I love you.” 

“I love you so fucking much.” He kissed you again, putting his hands back up to his eyes as he attempts to hide his tears again. You pull his head into your shoulder as you continue to console the broken hearted boy that stood in front of you.

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“We’re in public” “I don’t care” prompt.

With anyone you like :)

an: smaller writing however I do feel like I prefer the longer ones. Request are still open:)

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You both had barely been spotted together since you had started dating. Even when we seemed to be in public, due to you deciding to keep it low key in the mean time, you would usually be with at least one other person.

This time however you both had decided to go into town for lunch. He had already made comments on how good you looked before you left. You were doing things to him that made him have no control over himself. The blood rushing to his now erect penis in the middle of town.

He pulled you into his chest, grabbing you by the chin to tilt your head to his height. He instantly connected both of yours lips, deepening the kiss instantly.

“We’re in public.” You mumble against his lips. His hands were now on your waist, his grip so tight you were unable to pull your body back, but there was no complaints from you when you realised why he had you so close against him.

“I don’t care.” He muttered back, giving you a slight smile when you give him the eyes, feeling his hard length pressed against your body. You instantly smile back at him, knowing you both would be plastered all over the internet later that day, instantly connecting your lips again like your lives depended on it.

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One with Jadon,pranking him that you’re pregnant but actually end up being pregnant 🥺

an: I didn’t really like the idea of ‘pranking’ as such but this was as good as I could think of. Let me know your thoughts :) hope you liked it x

Requests are still open x

Pregnancy - Jadon Sancho

“Are you feeling any better?” You hear Jadon say as he enters the living room. 

You had been slumping about for the past three days with sickness and cramps. Rarely moving due to Jadon's need to care for you. 

“I haven't been sick since you left.” You respond, turning round to see a sweaty, slightly red Jadon. 

He places a quick kiss onto your forehead, “That's better at least. I'm going to shower quick.” You give him a quick nod before turning back to watch your program. 

Your rudely interrupted by your phone vibrating, picking it up you realise that your friend, your/friends/name was calling. You swipe to accept the call, pausing your program as it connects. 

“Hello? You alright?” You ask, wondering what her reason was for calling you. 

“Are you alright? Are you still being sick?” She asked, concern present on her face as she spoke. 

“Yeah, only the once earlier this morning though. I haven't ate much, but I'm just not feeling anything.”  

“Are you late on?” she raised her eyebrow slightly as she asked. Regular periods weren't something you had often, so it didn't even come to your mind to check if you were late. 

“I don't come on regularly, I shouldn't  be pregnant I'm on the pill.” You attempt to convince yourself. Your/friends/name gives you an unconvinced face.

You let out a slight laugh, “He’s coming downstairs, ill let you know.”

As soon as he slumps onto the couch beside you, he instantly places his head in your lap, taking an interest to the paused tv screen. You un-pause the tv, continuing the program. 

With fingers running through his hair, you breath deeply attempting to make this moment as serious as ever. “I think I'm pregnant.”

Jadon instantly shoots up from his previous spot, looking at you dead in the eyes. His mouth open slightly with the smallest smile on his face, he looks at you through squinted eyes as he tried to figure out if you were at it or not. 

“Are you serious?” 

“Yeah.” You continue. You knew you couldn't be pregnant due to being on birth control for this reason, you knew it was down to some dodgy chicken you had ate days before at a restaurant that you were ill from. It had happened previously at the same place, why did you give that place a second chance? 

He continued to stare at you while he attempted to think of something to say. Your cover breaks at his expression and you cant hold your laugh in any longer. 

“Why are you laughing?” He asked, a confused expression on his face. 

You gave him a smile, “I cant be pregnant babe, I'm on the pill. Its just from that meal we had the other day,” You can see the relief flood over his body as he lay back down beside you. 

“Shouldn't you check?” He asks, while running his fingers over your bare thighs. 

“Babe, it was dodgy chicken” You protest. You lean into him, placing a soft kiss onto his lips, “What's so bad about a baby Jadon?” you whisper against his lips. 

“stop it, ill need to take you upstairs.” He smiled into you as you kiss once again.

-

A few days later you hadn't been sick quite as often but you were still feeling extremally tired. You both had joked over these days that you were pregnant. 

“We will call it Jadon if its a boy.” Jadon laughed in bed one night. 

You roll your eyes at the memory. Jadon was at training again today, so you had a few free hours to yourself. This is when you decided its probably best to go check if you were actually pregnant. Tiredness wasn't a sign of food poisoning. 

You finally convince yourself to get up and actually wash. You put on some comfy clothes on, which consisted of a Nike jogger set with a white crop top. You sprits some of your favourite perfume before leaving the house and getting into your car.

You drove to the nearest pharmacy, you chose there instead of a supermarket due to the possibility of being spotted. You quickly move in and out, getting the pregnancy test and getting right back into your car.

Instantly as you get home, your into the downstairs toilet, pee on the stick and then place it down so you can contemplate what your next steps could be. The three minutes drag by, your checking the clock every 20 seconds thinking that it’s been minutes.

Eventually it’s over, the alarm went off and you pick up the pregnancy test and turn it round.

Pregnant. 6-7 weeks.

Well fucking shit. You are actually pregnant. How the fuck do I tell Jadon now. You click your/friends/name and the phone begins to ring, awaiting for her to answer.

As soon as she answers you say, “I’m pregnant.”

Her face instantly falls, mouth in the shape of a ‘o’. “Shut up.”

You give her a slight smile, “Am I happy about this? I ain’t sure. But I’m not sad.”

“Have you told Jadon yet?” She asked, mouth now covered by her hand.

You shake your head, “No. I’ve literally just found out, he’s at training.”

“Fuck,” she breathed, “how are you gonna tell him.”

You shrug, as you hear the front door open, with your eyes wide, “He’s here, fuck. I’ll phone you later.”

You step outside into the hall way, where he’s taking off his shoes, placing his keys down on the table by the door.

“You okay?” He asked, beginning to unzip his jumper.

You began to get a bit nervous, you imagined planning a gift to give to him all the times you had imagined a family with him before. You imagined him freaking out for real this time.

“I’m pregnant.” You say bluntly, handing over the stick you had pee’d on minutes earlier. He took the test from your hands staring it for a few seconds. You were beginning to panic, maybe this wasn’t something he wanted?

You continued to stare at him until he looked up at you, a proud smile on his face. “I love you.” He spoke, pulling you in with your hands as he embraced your body.

“I love you too.” You whisper, as he placed a kiss onto your lips.

“Baby Sancho.” He added, and you both burst into laughter.

[masonmountsbitch]

Ex’s… - Marcus Rashford

AN: first one on this blog. Unsure of word count.

Requests are open x

The song rung through your ears so loud you were surprised the whole bus couldn’t hear it. The song just connected with you, your feelings and most of all him. It wasn’t the usual type of music to be listening before the game but…

You had promised your older brother that you would attend the last 16 match, and since you hadn’t attended any so far you thought it would be the best time. You knew he wanted you there, but you kept giving excuses with work, not being able to get time off etc.

Truth is, you never tried. You didn’t want to go. Not because you didn’t want to support your brother, but because you didn’t want to see Marcus again. You didn’t know how he was doing, if he had a new girlfriend, if he had moved on. You didn’t want to know, but your time had run out. You couldn’t avoid him forever when he played for the same national team.

The lyrics spoke to you as you listened to the same sad song on repeat as you made your way to the stadium.

take me back to the night we met…

You kept the tears in as you thought about him. The night we met, how quickly he became apart of your life. How you moved from your hometown to Manchester to be with him more. You slotted perfectly into his life, his friends becoming yours, you supporting him with everything and anything he would set his mind to. But it was all ripped away, after a big argument you both had.

The bus came to a stop as you stuffed your AirPods into your backpack before throwing it over your shoulder, following Daisy, Harry Maguires sister off the bus.

We had became friends over the time you stayed in Manchester, especially since she attended all the Manchester United games.

We step off and the heat hits us all like a ton.

“Jesus I can’t deal with this heat.” You moan as you stood waiting for the others to come off the bus. You flap your top in attempt to cool yourself down.

You instantly spot Melanie as she steps off the bus, “Hello Lady.” She spoke, bringing you into a cuddle. “It feels like I’ve not seen you in years.”

You give her a slight smile, it was bittersweet. “I know, how are you all doing?” You give Marcus’ older brothers a hug too, as the final person steps off the bus and we walk into the stadium together. You felt better at the fact there wasn’t another girl with them, did that mean he didn’t have another girl?

“Yeah we’ve been good, where are you staying now?” Dane asks, as we walk side by side out into the stands.

“Back home. Not as busy as here, I miss it you know. Don’t realise how good you’ve got it.” You say, pointing your finger to him. He smiles back at you.

“You should move back here.” He raised his eyebrow slightly as he spoke. You gave him a sad smile. You knew yourself there was no way you would more here without Marcus. Jesse and Marcus were constantly by your side no matter where you went, it would feel so weird to do things by yourself.

The crowed erupted into cheers as both of your attention turned from each other to the pitch, seeing both of the teams come on. “I’ll get to my seat. I’ll see you later yeah?” You say, waving bye to his mum and dad as you walked down a few rows to get to your own mum and dad.

Kick off started, the game was slow to begin with, I barely paid attention to the game, I couldn’t keep my eyes from drifting to him. He sat a few rows infront, but slightly to the right in the subs bench. He glanced around a few times but he didn’t look in my direction.

You put your attention back to the game before it’s quickly switched back to Marcus as he stands, making his way down the stairs, begins to swap his tops off while speaking to a coach. He clearly was getting substituted on. You couldn’t help but stare at his toned body, the look of him still doing those things to you that you had no control over.

You get pulled from my daydream as your sister nudges me, whispering “your mans coming on.”

You let out a silent laugh, “he’s not my man.”

“Haven’t taken your eyes off him all game then.” She sniggered, and you rolled your eyes.

It finished 1-1, and on into extra time which didn’t create any other opportunities. We moved onto penalties. You knew Marcus had always been a penalty taker, so it wasn’t a surprise when he stepped up to take the second.

It also wasn’t a surprise when he slotted it in straight past the keeper. You jump up in celebration, “yes Marcus’ you screamed, as the celebration continued as the next Colombian took his space.

We won 4-3, as the players all celebrate with each other, smiles all round. We’re ushered into the pitch and you head towards your brother, pulling him to a hug. Your stood to the side as you watch your mum and dad celebrate together. You take the moment to look around the fans, appreciating the noise and excitement.

Your snapped back to reality as someone runs their hand round your back causing you to turn to see Jesse’s forever smiling face.

“Well ducking done.” You say, pulling him into a cuddle. You both stay like this for a few minutes. His arms around your shoulders.

“I’ve missed you being around.” He said into your hair.

You pull back, smiling at him, “believe me, I’ve missed you too.”

“So has he by the way. Don’t let him pretend he hasn’t.” He said, covering his mouth as he spoke.

You put your hand up to yours, “I haven’t spoken to him yet.”

He gives me a sad smile, “go and celebrate with your mum. You deserve it.” You say, pushing him into the direction of his mum. He gladly goes, muttering, “I’ll see you later okay?”

“Yes.”

“Promise?”

“I promise Jesse.” You say, turning round to see Marcus walking in your direction however he was still a fair bit away from you. Your eyes instantly lock, and you can’t help but smile at him. He instantly smiles back, raising his arms to you.

You don’t hesitate to run into them, finally meeting as he wraps his arms around you lifting you ever so slightly, squeezing so tight it’s like he’s not seen you in years.

You can hear him breathing into your hair, as you both remain quiet within the embrace.

“Well done.” You finally breathe, a smile present on your face.

“I’m sorry.” He blurted before pressing his lips hard onto yours. You instantly begin to kiss back, your hand moving from his waist to his face.

As you pull away you couldn’t disguise your Cheshire Cat grin that was present on your face, he quickly matched your expression as you both leaned your foreheads against each others. You hear the cheer from Jesse, and your brother who had spotted you both.

“I’m sorry too.” You finally respond, placing a kiss onto his lips.

[toonegards]

[toonegards]

Jarcus + married flirty fighting.