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You can imagine who you want. But this is who I pictured when I wrote this fanfic.

*None of these pics belong to me, credit to their rightful owners. I found them on Pinterest.

Maila Moreno- 21

Kylian Mbappé- 25

Louisa Lopez- 22

Briana Musa - 21

The rest of Kylian's family and friends will be mentioned in the story. 

Prologue

Kylian

It is as if his name is the word written in a beautiful motif across my sorry heart, with every precious beat another inscribed in his hand. 

For so long—too long—I could not see it, as one cannot see her heart, but now I know with as much surety as though I hold my bloody, still-pulsing heart in my hands that it is so. It is you. It has always, will always be you.

Forever my heart.

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍’𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄!

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

summary: in which mason is definitely not in love with you and definitely will not have a go at the player who knocked you over!

masterlist.

mason mount x fem!reader

mason mount x footballer!reader

warnings: fluff, minor injury detail, swearing, small argument, minor threat, angry mase and first time writing for my best guy😬

word count: 2K+

notes: in this fic, boys and girls can play in the same match because i said so. you and mase are both in chelsea and play along side each other :)

don’t steal any of my work, thanks!

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𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍’𝐒 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃 holes into the side of your head, watching your every move precisely. His head was tilted, sat in the palm of his hands and slouched over; comfortably leant forwards on the benches in the changing room. He watched you tie up your laces, tightening them in preparation for the game, while his were discarded beside his bag the moment you walked in.

A soft smile was drawn on his face, cheeks tinted a pale pink and eyes practically in shapes of hearts. He admired the blue kit hugging your body, the colour suiting you more than anyone else. His eyes softened at the sight of your hair down, locks tumbling down your shoulders and curling naturally and the ends. It was a rare sight to see you with your hair not in and uptight ponytail with small strands of hair poking out; you looked absolutely beautiful either way.

You stumbled back after tying the lace enough, dumping remaining spare kit on your masses of branded items. You reached for the hairbands at the bottom of your bag, rummaging through the clothes in a hurry after leaving late and clearly not ready. A heavy sigh left your mouth when you realised you forgot to pack your hairbands, knowing you’d have to resort to the ‘hairbands’ they provide, or what we call: rubber bands.

Mason smiled when he saw your frustration in forgetting the one thing you need, twiddling with the spare hairband he always brought for your backup; even if you had no clue. The ones his mother claimed were the best for you hair, apparently not damaging it as much, like he knew what that means! Long story short, he bought about five packs of them just for you, for when you’d forget in a moment like this.

“Does anyone have a spare hairband?” You called to everyone in the changing room, hearing many grumbles in response and the remaining girls claiming they’ve got the only one already in their perfectly done up hair.

Mason quickly stuffed the hairband into the palm of his hand, turning around to rummage through his bag to act like he was looking; unknowingly to you, he already has it in his hand. After a few seconds of fake rummaging, his lifted his hand in the air with the band between his fingers and called out your name.

He watched as you quickly rushed over, eyes widened at the object you desperately needed. You skipped over to him with a beaming smile on your face, the one he loved dearly.

“Mason, you’re a lifesaver!” You laughed as he slid the band into your hand, fingertips brushing and lingering there for a little longer. He smiled up at you and shrugged his shoulders. “No big deal, honestly.”

You chuckled, shaking your head and looking down, eyes reluctantly pulling away from his. You pulled your hair back into a ponytail and roughly tied it up, “Thank you, Mase.” His heart fluttered at the nickname. “I’ll give it back to you at the end of the game, maybe.” He laughed and waved you off and you jogged out to practice.

“Shh! We wouldn’t want to wake Mason from his trance!” He heard the snickers of Ben and Kai near him, laughing and slapping each other forearms staring at his love sickened trance.

“Piss off, mate!” Mason yelled to the two, some fellow team members hearing the whole ordeal and laughing quietly at the man. Ben skipped over to Mason, Kai following hastily behind him and sitting himself on the other side of Mason, sandwiching him in the middle.

“So you told her you’re in the love with her yet?” Kai nudged his friend, smirking at his blushing cheeks. Mason shoved him back lightly, standing up and running his hands through his hair. “What? I’m not- I’m not in love with her!”

“Yeah, giving her a hairband is a real declaration of love isn’t it?” Ben stood up and ruffled Mason’s hair, teasing him and winking to Kai.

“Why don’t you just take her out for drinks tonight, claim it’s a celebration for winning this game then swoop in and kiss her! Easy just sorted out the story you’re gunna say at your wedding!” Ben clapped, applauding himself for coming up with the master plan on how Mason would score the love of his life.

Mason’s brows furrowed, “We haven’t even won the game yet, how would I take her out if we lost?” shaking his head at his friend. Ben shrugged, “Mate, of course we’re gunna win!”

“How do you know that?” Mason turned his body to Ben, shoulders tensed. Kai jumped on his back, arms wrapped around his neck and sung in a love stricken voice: “Because we have the power of love!”

Mason pushed Kai off him, laughing and whining at his best friends antics and slid out the changing room door onto the pitch, hearing the cackles and high fives from his stupid, stupid friends.

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𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 64 minutes can really take a toll on some people, only indulging on a small break at the half way mark but instantly coming back on the pitch to pick up right where they left off. Unfortunately for you, you were against the moodiest guy you’ve ever came across, and trust me; there have been a lot.

The guy had caused you so many fouls in the first half alone, a lot ignored and little picked up on. Not only was his double your height, he was a menace with kicking his legs everywhere but the ball; your shins, your calf, anywhere near the lower region had been whacked multiple times guaranteed.

You had come off at half time, instantly rushing off with a scowl etched on your face. Mason watched you run off, ignoring the protests of the team and running to your duty. He listened to you rant about the stupid donny next to you, stress dripping from you whenever you mentioned how he’d push you further from the goal anytime you got within reach to it. Mason nodded along, holding your hands in the process. He promised that as soon as the next half started, he’d keep a close eye on you, a side glare permanently on the man and a referee in close contact; and of course his aid when his pushes got a little too tough.

And here he was, a side glance towards your way and he saw you slowly take steps away from the tall frame next to you. His heart pumped everytime the ball got to you, rushing to assist you while watching out for fouls.

You dribbled the ball towards the goal, extremely aware of the fact that the man was hot on your tail, breathing up your neck as you sprinted out of his way. Your eyes darted everywhere, looking for some to pass to. Mason was in clear view and with space around him, the goal right there. Just as you were about to kick the ball for him to score, a hard shove sent you flying forwards and landing harshly onto the grass.

You landed straight on your right shoulder, feeling it pop under the fall. As you rolled onto your back, you felt the shoulder blade scratch against the bone or injury you clearly picked up. It killed, it hurt more than you expected. Stabbing pains were shooting from your collarbone to the tips of your fingers as the limb began to fall numb, shaking profusely out of immense pain.

The man didn’t care to hear the crowd gasp at the yell that slipped from your throat from the fall, he calmly kicked the ball you previously owned and kicked it towards his teammates, kicking the side of your stomach in the process.

The crowd was in hysterics, yelling and booing to the man and crying out for medial attention to you; the player who was obviously, severely injured.

Mason’s heart stopped when he saw you fall, watching your arm crunch under the pressure and gasp from the kick to the stomach. He instantly ditched everyone and his perfect spot for a goal and sprinted to you, dropped to his knees before you.

“Hey, Hey, Hey.” He tapped your pale face, tears streaming down them and eyes clenched shut. His shaking hands brushed the sweaty hair from your forehead, mud smearing your skin. “It’s okay, it’s okay.” He whispered, lips brushing against your good hand as he held onto it, kissing your knuckles repeatedly.

A cry fell from your lips, “It hurts so bad!” Mason nodded, tears forming at your distressed state. He couldn’t do anything to help you, only hold you and protect you. “I know, I know it hurts baby, but you just got hold on. The medical guys are coming right now, I promise baby.” His voice broke when the more painful screams erupted from your lips.

Medical attention rushed from the other end of the pitch, a stretcher in their hands many men swearing into their walkies. They picked up your crying body and lifted you off the pitch, arm slipping from Mason’s hold and out of his sight; the crowd cheering for you as you got the help you needed.

Mason turned slowly towards the player who knocked you over, heavy steps up to him and anger coasting through his veins. Mason shoved the asshole forwards, letting his long legs stumble and turn around with a scowl look on his disgusting face.

“What the fuck was that for?” He yelled, getting up in Mason’s face and hot breath bouncing off the close contact.

“You know what the was for, you hurt my girl!” He yelled in his face, a referee running to spilt the two up and teammates dragging Mason back. “You try that shit again, I’ll fucking punch you this time man!”

Mason let out a guttering laugh when he saw the guy get given a red card, only shrugging off the yellow as he saw his (now) worst enemy trudge off the pitch with cheers and thousands of laughter at his departure.

Ben jogged up behind Mason, placing a firm hand on his shoulder. “Still aren’t in love with her?”

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“𝐒𝐎 𝐈 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐃 you caused an argument on a pitch.” You laughed into the salad Mason had made you, arm situated in a cast with a big red heart drawn on it, with Mason’s name inside it.

“I just gave the ass a piece of my mind.” Mason smirked into his drink, cuddled into you and your head was on his chest; sat up on his sofa.

“Chilly said there was nearly a fight on the pitch.”

“Okay, maybe I threatened a friend or two.” He rolled his eyes at Ben’s statement, clearly telling you every little detail of what happened the moment you left the pitch to the minute they left the stadium.

You sat up slightly, placing down the salad and turning to face Mason. “Ben also told me that you referred to me as ‘my girl’” You blushed, lip inbetween your teeth and heart thumping.

Mason’s eyes widened, “What? No! No-No I didn’t! Where did he get that from-“

“It’s all over the internet.” You interrupted him. Laughing as he groaned and let his head fall onto the back of the sofa, hand running down his face and cheeks glowing a crimson red.

He lifted his head up, eyes meeting yours and flickering to your plump lips. He leaned forwards, chest to chest, and feeling each other’s body heat. A hand slid up your body, feeling you so intimately yet innocent and it made its way up to your face, holding you so delicately. You fell into his touch, head tilted into the hand placed upon your warms cheeks. You hands slid into his hair, brushing the front strands back so you could admire his beautiful face. He couldn’t handle the tension any longer, he leant forwards and smashed his lips onto yours.

His grips tightened and hooked the other hand under your thigh, bringing you onto his lap. He groaned into your mouth as you tugged onto his hair, pulling at the roots and causing his to kiss you harder. One of his hands soothing the skin of your thigh and the other running his thumb up and down your cheekbone, mesmerised by each and everyone of your blemishes; though he would think you had none. You pulled away and rested your head against his, heaving breaths and pulling each other closer; muttering unspoken ‘i love you’s’ and pent up feelings.

It’s safe the say that Ben won the bet that night, earning a good £20 from Kai as he knew the injury would cause him to act up. And as he said, it was a story for the wedding, just a different version that he still totally took credit for. Because at the end of the day, he was right: Mason’s in love!

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hope you enjoyed!! let me know if you want to be. tagged for future mason fics <3

𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

summary: mason and y/n being in love on the pitch for 90 minutes plus. (and Tuchel being here for it)

masterlist.

mason mount x fem!reader

mason mount x footballer!reader

warnings: fluff, bitch talk from you and mount, just adorable-ness, i love reece james, an all around cute fic :)

word count: 1.1K+

notes: in this fic, boys and girls can play on the same pitch together without it being deemed dangerous, hope you enjoy!

don’t steal any of my work please, thanks!

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“𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐌 thinking he’s the best captain in the world, strutting on the pitch, this isn’t a catwalk mate.” Mason mumbled in your ear, arms crossed and neck angled towards you as the two of youse eyes followed the poor captain of the opposing team, simply doing his job.

“Even I could be a better captain than him.” You squinted your eyes and grumbled the words, lips wetted as they were lodged into your tongue poking out your mouth; staring down each player that walked into the pitch. Waiting for the reaction when they realised which two star-players were on the pitch.

“I know, and that says a lot.” Mason nudged his elbow into your forearm, smirking but eyes still faced forwards. You slapped an arm his way, whacking his stomach as a reflex from his subtle dig at you, a joke at the little co-ordination you had to be an official captain.

Neither of you knew the cameras were settled directly on you, filming every little twitch of the eye lid when a new face entered the pitch; the bitchiness rubbing off you as a very obvious matter.

“And here we have people, is Mason Mount and Y/N Y/L/N appearing to have finished their warmup.” The commentators addressed.

“It seems the two of them,” They paused for a laugh, “Are not too fond of the team greeting Stamford Bridge.”

“They don’t look too happy, do they?” The studio chuckled at the faces of disgust painted on your features, you and Mason looking at each other with wide eyes and then you standing up on your tiptoes to whisper in his ear definitely about someone. “I would have to say, I wouldn’t be too happy either if I entered the pitch and I saw my opponents were Mount and Y/L/N!”

“They’re on a roll recently!”

“They’re on a roll all the time, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a drastic loss in the stadium whenever Y/N and Mason are playing together.” The commentators showered you in praise.

“I doubt Tuchel would want a loss this week and with the Final approaching fast, putting the two star players in is genius from him, I’d say.” The camera panned to Thomas, a grin slithered on his face watching the two of you smirk mischievously at players, knowing he taught you well and how he couldn’t keep you away from each other for longer than one minute. Maybe, this match might be the match Mason pulls his socks up and confesses his attraction towards you; Tuchel has had enough of hearing it, someone else can deal with him now.

“Anyway, after the short break: we’ll be back and kick off will begin. Chelsea vs Norwich. Who’s going to win?”

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“𝐈𝐅 𝐈 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐄 a hat-trick, you have to go out on a date with me.”

“What?” You stopped in your tracks, panting heavily as you followed Mason to the corner to celebrate his second goal. Your heart was beating heavily in your chest, did you hear that correctly? Did the man you’ve been pinning over since the moment he kicked that ball in your face and nearly broke your nose on the first day of training just ask you if you wanted to go out on a date? On a technicality aswell?

Mason grinned from one ear to the other, slowly pacing to the camera in preparation for his celebration he’d been planing with Reece James for weeks. “I said: If I score a hat-trick, you have to go out on a date with me.”

Okay, so maybe you did hear him correctly.

The words struggled to leave your lips, hands sweating and eyes blinking rapidly as you saw Reece lean over the stands with a large note crushed in his palm. “What? I-“

“I’ll take that as a yes then.” He bit his lip, whistling to Reece as took the signal and chucked the paper into Mason’s hands, his fingers unscrambling the paper and lifting it to the camera for his ‘celebration’.

The note read: ‘If I score a hat-trick, this lovely lady will go out on a date with me :) —>’ There was an arrow pointing in the direction you stood in, little hearts scattered on the sheet as the crowd at home and in the stadium could read it easily.

The stadium irrupted with cheers and hoots, hollers heard around the thousands of fans waving their flags in the air and hearts raised with their hands.

Your cheeks blushed and tint pink, Mason turning to see your beauty and quickly pecking the side of your head before running back to the pitch to score that final goal, 20 minutes to make his dreams come true.

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‘𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝐀 hat-trick for Mason Mount!’

‘Wow, it’s unbelievable, honestly. This is the moment we’ve all waited for people, Mason’s celebration.’ The commentators went silent, leaning forwards in their seat as Mason jogged towards you.

Mason yanked your hand and dragged you to the corner, right in front of the endless amounts of screaming fans and phones filming the two of you; just knowing that the media would get a field day off this.

He grabbed your waist and brought you face to face, chests together and a beautiful smile plastered on both of youse faces. He shook his head at you, “How’s that date sound?”

You bumped noses with him, eyes closed and skin radiating heat as he was so close to you. “Dunno, that last goal was pure luck—“

You didn’t have time to finish before Mason smashed his lips onto yours and felt his heart become one. The fans went wild, even the opposing team cheered loudly. His tongue moulded with yours in the most PG way possible before parents would force their kids to look away from the screen.

His hand slid under your jersey and one fell to your leg, pushing you back slightly so you’d dip backwards, his form hovering only just above yours. It was a moment to remember, really. Like that moment the price finally gets the princess in the most cliché way possible, but still having the box of tissues beside yourself.

Your hands toyed with his hair, hearing the final whistle blow didn’t interrupt the two of you, it only egged you to have time to continue devouring each other for the first time. His cheeks were cold under your touch, obviously from running around in cold wind before hand, it all worth it as his 3-goals not only scored a winner for Chelsea, but a winner for his girl.

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“𝐓𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐋, 𝐖𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐃 there was meant to be a Mount and Y/L/N interview after the match, where are they?”

Thomas shook his head, “Nuh uh, we are not going to disturb them on their date—

I’ve waited too long to see the double trouble get together and standing here for 2 minutes is not going to stop that. I’ve gained too many wrinkles from their pinning, I can’t afford to earn more, the team themselves give me enough!”

ahh hope you liked :) not edited!

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Pls can I request more Mason Mount x fem footballer reader pls where they are playing together but instead of him being on the side like the other one he’s right there when the reader gets injured?

𝐁𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

summary: when y/n gets hit in the head stronger than many times before, mason can’t hold back his anger as he storms to the man who hurt his girl.

masterlist.

mason mount x footballer!reader

mason mount x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, little description of eye injury, angry mase pt2, boyfriend!mase xoxo

word count: 1K+

thanks for your request!

don’t steal any of my work please, thank you!

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𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐅𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆. This stupid bugger was practically up your backside this entire match, clearly ignoring your addresses along with the entire Chelsea team of ‘back the hell up’.

Mason had clung himself to your side for the remaining 45 minutes of the match, ignoring the yells for Tuchel to spread out and gain more area to score. But in this moment he didn’t care, you were currently winning 4-0, Mason’s sure they could spare another player as his body gravitated towards you.

Your eyes locked with Mason’s as the man in question walked straight into you, budging your shoulder and scoffing straight in your ear. You shook your head and took the time as Chelsea did some substitutes to walk over to Mason with a scowl on your face.

“I can’t do this, he’s pissing me off so much, Mase.” You rubbed your eyes with the palm of your hand, groaning upon hearing the boo’s of ‘time-wasting’ from the visiting fans of Stamford Bridge. Mason grabbed your wrist, “Hey, hey.” He tugged you hands away from you face, eyes tired from the long match that was only half way done.

“I know, okay? I want to sacrifice a second yellow card just to give him a piece of my mind.” Mason squinted his eyes upon the man who was stomping to the goal, aware of the corner kick in place.

Your eyes flickered up to him, “No, no. Please don’t do that, you’ll lose your golden boy status.” You teased, seeing his cheeks blush. You laid you hands on his rosy cheeks and stood on your tiptoes to press a small kiss on his lips.

Pulling away with smiles on your faces and awes from Azpi beside you, causing you to laugh and step away from your boyfriend of two years.

“I get it you guys are in love and all, but I kind of want a goal so get moving!” You heard Kai say from behind you, yanking the back of your shirt to tug you away from Mason even more and pushing you towards to corner kick.

As you strutted to your position to header the ball in, your eyes met the stupid son-of-a-bitch who made the last 50 minutes hell. You brushed his menacing stare off, breathing in deeply and settling yourself coincidentally next to Mason.

As the ball was taken, it hovered just about we’re you were. On instinct, you jumped up to header the football atleast near the goal. Instead, having an elbow straight to the eye.

You stumbled back from impact, hand covering your eye and face squinted in pain. The feeling only got worse, falling backwards into the person behind you as it became unbearable, your eyes feeling as it was thumping out of its socket.

The arms you fell into wrapped around you immediately, dragging your body onto the floor along with theirs. The figure spun you round and let their hands gravitate to your face, prying your hand away from the hit. You hesitated slightly, letting their hand snake around your wrist gently, fragile with you as if you would break.

“Hey, let me see, let me see.” You heard the familiar voice. Opening your eyes, you were met with Mason’s face contorted with worry directly infront of yours.

You smiled slightly at him, letting him know it wasn’t as bad as it could have been. He had been right next to you when the whole ordeal went down, he watched the second an elbow came in contact with your eye; when you jumped into his arms and whimpered in pain. He only felt rage.

He stood up upon causing a racket, many players gathering around you two. He walked towards Pulisic, “Look after her. I’ll be right back.” He said, not facing Christian, instead staring at the man who had injured his girl.

Christian’s eyes widened as he looked to where Mason was looking to, attempting to grab his arm and tug him away; Mason being too quick for him and already edging towards the culprit.

“Hey!” He yelled as his legs took him closer to the back of the player. He obviously didn’t hear Mason, casually walking further away and laughing to his teammates at your figure gaining medical attention; only fuelling Mason’s rage.

“Hey buddy, I’m talking to you!” He shoved the back of the player, causing the man to fall forwards and snap his head towards Mason. He squared up to Mason, shoving him straight back and cursing in his face. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“You hurt my girl is what you did.” His pointed his thumb back to you laying on the ground, the man scoffed. “What? That little bitch?”

Mason was fuming, all his saw was red. And if he could punch this man in the face right now, he would, but ultimately lose his career. Instead stomping harshly on his foot, making sure to dig his studs in a little bit. He watched the man fall to the floor, the referee and crowd brushing it off as nothing, neither seeing what really went on, apart from Tuchel.

Tuchel immediately brought Mason off, worried about him earning a red card. Mason saw his number on the subs board held up, being switched with Chilwell.

He looked over at you, seeing you walk off at the same time as you. His eyes trained on a cloth and ice pack pressed against your injured eye. He smiled sympathetically at you.

Mason slowed down his steps so he could fall into a walk with you, his hand holding yours almost instantly. His height against yours allowed you to lean your head on his shoulder to allow him to lean his head down to kiss it softly, causing him to smile to himself as the man who did this to you had an embarrassing story to tell about his injury, no one believing that Mason Mount would purposely hurt someone during injury time; yet still ending up next to you, the one he loved more than anything by his side.

hope you liked anon!

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𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐓

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

summary: forbidden love from opposing teams was never one to stop mason, especially when it’s y/n he’s got his eyes on.

masterlist.

mason mount x footballer!reader

mason mount x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, pinning, small sexual references i think, nothing major? football ig

note: men and woman play on the same team in this !

word count: 1K+

please don’t steal any of my work, thank you!

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𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍’𝐓. 𝐇𝐄 knows he shouldn’t. The underlying weight of that thought lingering at the back of his mind 24/7 urges him to resist. He can’t, borderline. Most likely get fined, slammed in the media, and at risk of his reputation at Chelsea. But that’s what happens when you fall in love with a girl at Arsenal.

But it’s you, for God’s sake. You. Arsenal’s sweetheart, the face of the team. The fan’s favourite, Mason could name about every Arsenal supporter who has your name on the back of the shirt; chanting your nothings as you step a foot on the pitch. They worshiped the ground you walked on. And so did he.

As he warmed up on the pitch and relished in the noise of Stamford Bridge, the fans clamouring in and always one for an interesting match; Mason felt a nudge on his upper arm, looking beside him to see Raheem nodding his head towards the tunnel, shooting him a wink doing so. Mason turned his head to see what the fuss was about, and then he saw you.

He stood up from his lunge and swallowed harshly at your presence. You strutted out onto the ground you’ve scored countless goals at, suffering loses and multiple wins. Your hair was pulled into a high ponytail with a hairband supporting the stray hairs; Mason had never seen a more beautiful sight.

Straightening his posture, he ran his fingers through his hair and raised his eyebrows to Ben asking a quick ‘Do I look okay?’ in which the young left back nodded with a smile on his face.

Everybody in the squad knew about Mason’s boyhood crush on you, even the new head coach Graham Potter had caught onto the why Mason had coincidentally clicked on the same match highlights in which you scored a hattrick in multiple times. They all teased him, of course; Why wouldn’t they? Mason Mount, Chelsea’s starboy has fallen smitten for Arsenal’s leading lass, Y/N Y/L/N.

Mason made his way over to you tying your laces for the warmup before the London head-to-head match, not before Reece wolf-whistled causing Mason to snap his head back to his squad with a look making them all topple over in fits of laughter, Kai holding onto Trevor as they broke into smirks.

You perked your head up at the forthcoming presence, assuming it was Bukayo or Aaron, but why would they be wearing blue?

“Hey, Y/N right?” The british accent stuck out, your head tilting upwards to make eye contact with Mason, his brown eyes sending a wave of nervous bubbling in your stomach the more you realised just how much more attractive he was in comparison to seeing him on screen.

You smiled up at him, “Yeah, you’re that Mount boy aren’t you?” You teased back, causing Mason to start blushing furiously under your gaze; feeling like he was a school boy all over again. He swallowed harshly before finishing what he started. “I just wanted to wish you luck on todays game.” He blurted out before realising what a complete idiot he must of sounded, cringing when he saw your brows furrowed and head tilted.

You laughed lightly, “Aren’t we literally playing against each other in a London Derby?”

Mason licked his lips and looked you up and down, breathing in heavily before raising his brows and shrugging his shoulders, brushing off the embarrassment. “Just being nice before you lose to the best club in London.”

Your eyes widened and your mouth fell agape, causing Mason to laugh loudly and lean into your body slightly. He swiftly wrapped his arms around your shoulders, making you a blushing mess, before giving your left shoulder a tight squeeze and whispering, “Good luck.” Before he let go of you and waddled back to his team, a bright smile adoring his face when he realised just how close he has gotten to his childhood crush.

The match ended 90 minutes later, you and Mason neither subbed off; unfortunately you getting the shorter end of the stick as Chelsea secured the win with a 2-1 to the home fans, the away Arsenal fans already leaving the second Mason scored the extra time winner.

You sighed into your hands and crouched onto the pitch, breathing heavily as the full time whistle sounded. Sweat trickled from your forehead, hands clammy now the equaliser goal from yourself seemed worthless now.

Feeling a figure crouch down in front of you allowed you to lift your head with a fake smile, before seeing the brunette with a sympathetic look in his eyes. He whispered a small “Hey,” causing you to sniffle in the cold weather, Mason held his hand out for you to get up, you obliged.

Once you stood up, you pulled the under layers down to your fingertips feeling the adrenaline wear off and the breeze start to hit you. Mason looked you directly in your eye and admired you. He thought you couldn’t look more perfect.

“Good game.” He nodded. You smiled at him, not fake this time, and squinted “Good goal, Mount. Screwed up my winning streak.” You laughed, seeing Mason chuckle make you jitter.

He shrugged his shoulders, “I tried to warn you!”.

You and Mason swapped jerseys afterwards, Mason’s younger self internally freaking out that he had a hold of the jersey’s owner who he occasionally plans out their wedding and how well her name would fit with Mount. And also the fact he saw you take off your shirt.

Mason jogged into the Chelsea changing rooms, swinging your jersey around his head and cheering. The other boys looked over and begin jumping up and down, throwing empty water bottles around and all over the love-sick boy, and how he had gained atleast some progress on Arsenal’s golden girl.

It wasn’t until later at night when Mason got a notification, that maybe, he had made a bit more progress than he had imagined.

Y/N

hi mase, fun seeing you at todays match. had a great time talking to you!

wanna go out for coffee tomorrow morning?

Safe to say, Y/N did not stay a red for too long. Maybe it was her boyfriends influence to come to Chelsea. Only if Y/N could handle to constant messing from Mason’s teammates; but in fairness, Mason got the girl. Football’s Romeo and Juliet. Mason and Y/N.

this is ugly af but i miss mason so

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𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞! | mason mount blurb

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You waited in the tunnel to walk onto the pitch you knew like the back of your hand, the sounds of fans flooding Stamford Bridge’s atmosphere. Your pacing alerted Christian beside you, who winked at you and gave you that little boost to reveal to the fans, the most recent change in your life.

Mason walked beside you, putting his arm around your shoulder and pulling your head to his lips; whispering “Let’s show them.” He slipped behind you and urged you to walk out, following Azpi and Kepa, noticing the spaniards turning around to you with a smirk on their lips.

The noise of The Liquidator bounded across the stadium, fans chanting and clapping to the anthem. Chelsea strode forward onto the freshly cut green grass, hoping for a win.

You heard the noise of a few fans clapping and gasping among seeing the change to you, specifically, Chelsea kit. Not the number change. Not the style of the kit. But the name you sported on your back.

The commentators paused on mentioning the starting XI and piped up at the back of your clubs shirt. “Wait. No way?” “Hold— show Mason’s shirt!” “Oh my days!”

The cameras panned to the back of you and Mason, zooming in on the removal of your last name, now changed to your first initial then MOUNT. Mason now sporting a M. MOUNT.

Audiences clocked onto the name change, gasping at the realisation that they weren’t even aware the star players were in a relationship, let alone married. Surprise! I guess?

help i don’t know but i’m depressed after that mnc vs che

𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐃

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

summary: you found it odd how a person you have spent the majority of your life with can turn into a ghost of your relationship.

masterlist part two.

mason mount x fem!reader

warnings: PURE ANGST, cheating mason☹️ talks of pregnancy but no one is preggers! i’m so so sorry for this

THERE WILL BE A PART TWO!!!

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𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐓 your phone for what felt like the one millionth time, and each time you were met with a disappointing stare from the reflection of your black screen. You wondered how long you had been waiting here for, stood in the hallway to the front door with your best dress hugged onto your frame and your heels digging into the soles of you feet. Each minute felt longer than the last, staring mindlessly at the door, praying for Mason to walk in any moment and apologise greatly for being late, saying training way prolonged and showering you with kisses for forgiveness.

You felt embarrassed to say the least. His favourite meal rotting away on the kitchen counter and the candles you lit earlier now probably melted down to a liquid. Let’s be realistic and say that this is far from the first time he’s done this; but that little hope in your head that told you ‘this is all a misunderstanding on my part, Mason will be home soon’ slowly fizzled away.

It was your 6th anniversary for God’s sake, couldn’t the man have a little decency to turn up to his own house on time and borderline remember the fucking date you got together, it’s not like it’s hard to remember; you’ve been doing it for six years.

You waited for a message, anything from the man you loved so badly; literally anything to say he atleast thought of you today.

After waiting another 30 minutes, you gave up. You took your heels off and trudged up the stairs, heat flurrying your body as the dress felt like it got tighter against your body, uncomfortable in your own skin as the tears dared to leave your eyes.

The dress you bought especially for the occasion was dumped into the back of your shared wardrobe, never wanted to lay your eyes on the colour Mason claimed he loved on you, the words he told you for six years, but now it all felt like a memory of the past.

It didn’t take long for you to clamber into your pyjamas and cuddling into yourself, fear bubbling inside you wondering where the hell your boyfriend was. You thought back onto what you were going to tell him today; that you were ready to have a kid with him.

For years Mason had pestered you and pleaded that you two were to have a mini me, and for years you worried you weren’t ready for such a commitment. He understood, but never let go of the dream of you carrying his children, a combination of himself and the love of his life. A sixth year anniversary felt like the perfect time to announce you were ready, ready to become parents in such an odd world you lived in. But Mason still hadn’t turned up to hear it.

Your phone pinged from your bedside, practically leaping across the double bed to reach your device; metaphorically crossing you fingers that Mason had apologised and was on his way. But what confused you even more was that his best friend was messaging you.

BEN

y/n i’m so sorry

Your heart skipped a beat, thinking to a worse case scenario. Had Mason got himself injured? Is something wrong with him? What had he done?

Y/N

what’s going on ben????

Ben had attached two images, they were so dark that you had to squint to see what was going on. But when you recognised that smile you’ve seen for more than 6 years of your life, you felt sick to your stomach.

There were pictures of Mason cuddled up with a brunette woman at some club, definitely taken today considering Mason had left with that exact same outfit on. His lips were attached to hers and smiled adorned their faces, his hands sitting on her waist were he used to hold yours. Snogging some woman when his girlfriend was at home ready to tell him she wanted to carry his kids. What the fuck.

Y/N

what the actual fuck

BEN

apparently he’s been seeing random girls like every other night

Y/N

is this fr

BEN

i swear i just went up to him and said what about you and on god he responded with “who’s y/n?”

Y/N

oh my fucking god

i’m not staying here tonight no way

how could he do this after 6 years is that a joke

BEN

i know kai and sophia have a spare room in their house, stay there for the night xx

i’m still so sorry y/n, mason’s heading home now xx

You’ve never wanted to throw up everywhere, you felt like your heart had been ripped out your chest and smeared across the walls of the shared home you once had with Mason. Six years of love and devotion down the drain and a future crushed right before your eyes. What person does that?

You wasted no time in grabbing a bag and chucking in any clothes that caught your blurred sight, tears streaming down you face and shoulder jerking with each sob that came out your mouth. Hearing the front door unlock was the last thing you wanted to hear in the moment; and hearing Mason shout up “Love, I’m home.” was the worlds welcoming to heartbreak.

How could Mason just waltz in here as if he hadn’t fucked the next girl that walked past him? That he doesn’t have a long term girlfriend who he’s known since childhood waiting at home for him with his favourites in the oven.

You jogged down the stairs with a bag in hand and face red with tears. Mason heard the commotion and turned the corner into the hallway, seeing you walk towards the front door.

“Hey, what are you doing? What’s all this on the table?” He referred to the meal you had cooked him for the anniversary, that memory long gone now that you realised that the man who had betrayed stood behind you; you physically couldn’t bring yourself to respond to him, feeling your words would betray you too.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” He placed a hand on your shoulder, turning you to face him. His eyes softer on your expression, his heart sinking when he saw your puffy eyes and runny nose, wondering who caused you this pain.

His eyes glanced down to your bag, “Y/N, what’s wrong? Where are you going—“

“How long have you been fucking her, Mason?”

He was taken aback, face frozen and mind running a thousand times and minute. How did you know? Who told you? It was never meant to be like this.

“Mason. How long have you been fucking her?” You demanded answers, feelings yourself slip out from his grasp now, there was no turning back; you just wanted an explanation to his actions.

He swallowed hardly, “If you’re talking about the blonde one that those fans saw, I was drunk out of my mind that night, she—“

“The one I saw, she was brunette.” You interrupted. A tear slipping from your eye and seeing Mason crumble infront of you, guilty for his actions and being caught in the act.

“How many have there been Mason?”

He shook his head, hands grabbing the roots of his hair as he tried to shake off the image of losing you from his mind; trying to ignore the fact that he’d lost you a long time ago. “I don’t know, more than a few but—“

“Fuck you, we’re so done. I can’t believe you.” You grabbed your bag from the floor and charged for the door, not before Mason placed a hand on the front door slamming it shut and his eyes watering.

“Y/N, please they didn’t mean anything, I love you—“

“Mason, I waited for you for over 2 hours, fucking prayed that you would come home so you could see that beautiful dress I spent over £200 on! I waited alone, waiting for my goddamn boyfriend to see me on our fucking 6th anniversary! Standing here like a fool ready to tell him I wanted to carry his own fucking kids!” You sobbed out, pulling away from any contact he tried to initiate with you, hitting his chest and crying hysterically.

Mason stood dumbfounded, “You were ready?” he whimpered. You swallowed your sob and nodded your head slowly. You felt weak, an idiot after trusting a man for so many years and letting him shit all over your relationship, was it your fault he did this? Did he resort to cheating because of you?

The man stood infront of you wanted to burst into tears. He grabbed your shoulders and bit back the sobs threatening to escape his throat, “I’m so sorry, you don’t deserve this. I truly love you so much, I don’t even know why I did it. You’re my everything.”

“I clearly wasn’t enough if you had to have other fulfil what I couldn’t give you.” You shook off his grasp and opened the door, taking one step outside and looking back into the house of so many memories, laughter and love; now all a distant torment of what could have been if you had been enough for him.

Mason watched you walk out, never shutting the door, refusing to watch you walk out his life. He pushed his head into his hands to find out what on earth possessed him to ruin the best thing in his life. The first time he slept with someone other than you, he got addicted to the attention someone gave him, he didn’t need to convince his girlfriend to take a break from university work to make love; someone obey his commands and he got used to the lifestyle. Wishing he hadn’t as the possible mother to his kids just walked out of his grasp, telling him face up that she wasn’t good enough, knowing damn well she was the best thing in his life; his constant.

The engagement ring tucked into the bottom of his kit draw felt hollow now, squashed underneath regret, wrongdoings and selfishness. He loved Y/N, really. And the worst part was he only realised it more then ever the second she stood a foot out of their his house.

Mason had no one to point the blame at, he did this to himself. He should feel the pain you had to go through when he hurt the love of his life in the worst way possible. He should feel the betrayal that no loved one could even imagine. And yet he had done it, and he felt every ounce of that pride ooze out with each second you had been gone. There’s no one to blame, rather than himself; and there’s no way of getting her back.

this sucks ass man but mason💔

𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐓 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

summary: a visual on how you and mason went from childhood bestfriends to lovers, shown through instagram

masterlist

mason mount x footballer!reader

mason mount x fem!reader

warnings: nothing really, fluff???

social media one-shot

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📍cobham training ground

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masonmount guess who i just met😁

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y/n y/l/n WHAT

y/n y/l/n THE ONE DAY I’M NOT THERE TF

⤿ masonmount couldn’t relate🫣

declanrice 😳😳

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username1 who else is stalking masons profile rn

⤿ username2 me🙋‍♀️

username3 it’s so cute seeing how mase and y/n interacted back then

⤿ username4 fr they were so in love😫😫

📍that winning feeling

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y/n y/l/n we love a supportive best friend💔

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masonmount i’ll support you when you’re not licking my face

⤿ y/n y/l/n if you didn’t wanna be friends you could have just said☹️

⤿ username1 nah i love their dynamic still to this day

declanrice you two are cute👀

⤿ masonmount if you don’t shut it

username2 they’re so young🥺

📍it’s coming home

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y/n y/l/n sing it for us mase

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masonmount FOOTBALL’S COMING HOME

benchilwell now i’m the one stalking your page

⤿ y/n y/l/n CHILLY MAN

⤿ benchilwell how did y’all not know you were in love

⤿ masonmount it was a work in progress ok

username1 mason looks so young here

username2 supported england here, plays for england now wow

📍top of the league

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masonmount the goalscorer + the assist = leading the league💪

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username1 they look SO GOOD TOGETHER TF

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y/n y/l/n no# 18 + no# 19

⤿ masonmount my best girl🥰

bukayosaka CHILLY’S RIGHT YOU TWO WERE SO IN LOVE

⤿ y/n y/l/n SHUT UP MAN

⤿ masonmount OKAY WE GET IT WE’RE IN LOVE SHOCKER

marcusrashford how cutie patoties

username2 why are all the england squad commenting on it 8 years later😭

📍england squad alert

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masonmount looking onto the knockout stage, not anything else🙃

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username1 IS THAT Y/N??????

⤿ masonmount a gentleman never tells🤫

declanrice mase really said 😍

bukayosaka KALVIN😂😂😂 @kalvinphillips

⤿ kalvinphillips the moment i realised that i would win the bet🤑🤑

⤿ lukeshaw NOOOO

y/n y/l/n 🙃🙃

⤿ username2 WHAT DOES THIS MEAN:£:£):&/

📍birthday boy

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y/n y/l/n happy birthday to the love of my life! words can’t express how much i love you and how i’m so glad i didn’t hold that grudge against you when we were 5 when you booted that football into my face. my other half, the number 19 to my 18, my bestest friend. happy 24th and cheers to keeping it cliche around here!

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username1 OH MY FUDKSI GOD

benchilwell about time!😅

declanrice took you 14 years mate!

this comment was liked by y/n y/l/n!

username2 happy birthday mason!🥳

masonmount i love you💙

⤿ y/n y/l/n i love you more mase, happy birthday love xx💙

kalvinphillips hand over the money now boys

⤿ harrymaguire damn it

⤿ bukayosaka ffs

⤿ callumwilson you guys couldn’t have announced it a day later, i could have bagged some tenners man

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hate this but okay

heyyyyyyyyy

could I get a mason x fem footballer reader where the reader has a really bad injury that worries everyone especially mason bc there dating (or mason is in looooveeee, and so is the reader) I don’t want to be specific but like yk (you might not) when Azpilicueta got really injured by a player in the match today (chelsea v Southampton)

this would be very 👌🏼 and I just love your writing so much 🤭🤭🫶🏼🫶🏼

𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

masterlist

can we talk about how tf the southampton player didn’t get a red ??? and i’m sorry but potter out👀

warnings: MAJOR INJURIES!! like azpi’s😞😞 hope he gets well soon xxxx fluff and angst and this is really short!! sorry!!!

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𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 it happened or how it happened, but the sharp stab of multiple studs hitting the back of your head at full force would make that information ironically knock right out of your mind.

Mason watched it all happen at once, further away from the scene in case of a counter attack. He watched the opponents swing the ball in from the corner, no where near a teammate until Chilly cleared it to just around your head height.

Your back was to the ball, unaware of your surroundings. The player, I guess, thought it would be a grand idea to try and volley the ball into the back of the net; completely disregarding his surroundings and how close your head would end up to his studs.

His right foot swung up and made harsh contact with your head, studs scratching the back of your skull and pulling on your hair. Mason watched you fall forwards instantly, landing on Kepa as his gloved hands came out and caught you, his face paler than a ghost.

Mason didn’t even wait to hear the referee’s whistle to signal a foul before he found himself legging it towards you, his girlfriend on the bring of unconscious and limp body dropping closer to the grassed floor.

The brunette pushed everyone out the way, including his own teammates to get to you. Ben pushing Mason closer to you and shoved a few opponents out the way, ignoring their protests and begs for an overturned red card.

Mason knelt down to your body, Kepa was shaking and refused to let his hand off the back of your head. “What happened, Mason? I turned around and she just fucking collapsed!” The spaniard rushed out, his voice wavering at his friends lack of movement.

“Some fucking prick lodged his studs into the back of her head!” He brushed the hair out of your face, eyes closed and cold. Azpi called the medicals over immediately watching Mason’s breathing quicken the more you showed lack of communication. Kepa removing his gloved hand off the back of your head, seeing some blood stains painting the palm of where he assumed the studs had landed.

Mason blinked looking at the blood, biting back the tears as he pushing everyone away from you. “Y/N, I know this hurts and you’re getting help right this second, but please tell me if you’re okay?” You didn’t respond. Mason swallowed hard and didn’t want to touch your face, afraid of hurting your head. He grabbed your hands as the Chelsea medicals sprinted to you and did the most treatment they could do on the pitch, before they knew you had to be stretched off.

Mason held your hands delicately, scared you’d snap under his touch; he pressed desperate kisses to your knuckles and the palm. “Please, baby. Please be okay.” He feared the worst, any wise boyfriend would if their girlfriend had around ten studs borderline lodged into your skull.

Chilly hovered over you and Mase, hands on your boyfriends shoulders and head hung low; praying on anything that you’ll be okay. Kepa was still in shock, rushing over to the bench to get rid of his blood stained gloves, the more he looked at it, the more he wanted to vomit; he could barely look at you unconscious.

“I love you, Y/N. Please.” Mason cried, gripping onto your hand the longer you lacked any sort of ‘life’. One of the medics tapped Mason and nodded at him with a smile, telling him you’ll be okay. He sobbed into your hand with relief. “She just needs to receive treatment from us and possibly a hospital but she might be out for a while.”

Mason didn’t care, he knew you were okay and signalled to Potter that he would come off as a substitute alongside you, he refused to leave your side. When you were stretched off, his hand never left yours. The crowd cheered you on in hopes of a quick recovery, and praised Mason on doing the right thing; all relying on that you’ll come back stronger.

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DOWN BAD marc guiu

pairings: marc guiu x fem!reader

summary: IN WHICH, marc is down bad…

warnings: swearing, nothing major!

face claim: rubi rose

@ʀɪʏᴀʜᴅᴀɢ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴘᴏꜱᴛᴇᴅ!

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riyahdag who you wish you were…

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it’s what he’s best at

and i am NOT messaging her😹😹

joaofelix79

why not????

pedri

because he’s 🐈‍⬛

marcguiu9

↳ joaofelix79: why not????

bro where tf did you come from

and because she’s too fine for me😩

and she’s american it just won’t work

with distance

paucubarsi

i thought she was dating mbappe🤨

marcguiu9

WHAT???

paucubarsi

he’s always commenting on her posts

but idk don’t take it from me🤷‍♂️

marcguiu9

i can’t breath

 bro i fumbled😞

hctorforrt_

there was nothing TO fumble🌚🌚

you have never talked to her.

lamineyamal

like i said

JUST MESSAGE HER.

marcguiu9

i definitely can’t message her now

we are playing madrid in two days

i can’t message his gf and play against him…

lamineyamal

says who😏

paucubarsi

you need help.

marcguiu9

immediately too…

pablogavi

↳ marcguiu9: i can’t message his gf and play against him…

what????

that is not his gf

they are just childhood friends, they visit each other from time to time

_ferminlopez

i just walked into marc’s house

he’s smiling like crazy at his phone

😂 reacted by all

BIG RIRI 🐈‍⬛. Follow

@riyahdag

who tf is “marc” and why y’all keep bringing him up in my comments???🤨

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AUTHOR SPEAKS!

i hate that tumblr only lets you add 10 pictures🌚

EX hector fort

pairings: hector fort x fem!reader

warnings: nothing much other than swearing lol

summary: in which, hector makes it known that he wants his ex back…

face claim: ariana greenblatt

@ᴀᴅʀɪᴀɴᴀ_ᴍᴏᴏʀᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴘᴏꜱᴛᴇᴅ!

adriana_moore

liked by, marcguiu9, skaijackson, hctorforrt_ and 158,467 others

adriana_moore you fw this??

view all 938 comments

user34 yesss ofc i do bby😩

user45 she’s so fine

rioloveee scared to comment

↳ adriana_moore scared to reply

rioloveee my bsf so fineeee😩

↳ adriana_moore ily girl🥲

user67 ugh i need her so badddd

user54 girl where is that shirt from

↳ adriana_moore vinted but the tag says

urban outfitters😚😚

madelynclinee i miss you pretty girl😩

↳ adriana_moore i miss u 2 love:(

user54 get back with hector

hctorforrt_ 😍😍

barcafan12 i miss her and hector

marcguiu9 bestie😽

↳ adriana_moore twin fr😽

↳ rioloveee she’s mine back off

user21 i want her life…

hctorforrt_ i fw you

↳ adriana_moore oh i know you do

↳ marcguiu9 📸📸

↳ user57 HELP WHAT???

↳ user78 he’s so desperate😭

↳ lamineyamal down bad

@ᴀᴅʀɪᴀɴᴀ_ᴍᴏᴏʀᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴘᴏꜱᴛᴇᴅ!

adriana_moore

liked by lamineyamal, hctorforrt_, chrissturniolo, and 765,983 others

adriana_moore 🌊

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rioloveee FUCK IM IN LOVE WITH YOU😩

↳ adriana_moore STOP IT ILY.

adrianasgf why does she eat every timeee

lamineyamal lil sis🔥

liked by adriana_moore

user23 she’s so beautiful it’s crazy

hctorforrt_ joder extraño a mi niña bonita (fuck i miss my pretty girl)

↳ user25 WHATTT

↳ barcastan adriana is better than me i

would’ve folded…

↳ user59 if she don’t want him i’ll take him

↳ joaofelix69 @adriana_moore just take him

back😒

arianagrande girlll😍

↳ adriana_moore omg??? ily😟

user27 ok so why don’t i look like this🤨🤨

user70 what’s 4 x 2??😍

↳ adriana_moore bby idk i’m not good at

maths🥺🥺

↳ user37 girl😭😭😭

↳ user61 LMAOOO ATEEEE

christophersturniolo 😍

↳ hctorforrt_ leave?

↳ user72 OH?

tarayummy glowing✨

↳ adriana_moore just like u😚

hctorforrt_ mi bebé🖤

↳ user46 she don’t want you bruh💀💀

liked by adriana_moore

user87 i still don’t understand how hector

fumbled so bad…

↳ user13 FR

↳ hctorforrt_ biggest mistake of my life

user95 my wife

↳ hctorforrt_ MY wife…

↳ adrianastan this guy is DESPERATE

hctorforrt_ answer my dm

riooooo

(imessages)

today 2:40pm

UM GIRL???

hello👋

“hello👋”🤨🤨

so why is hector all over your

your comments???

it’s nothing new but he’s fr EXTRA obsessive today😟

bro idk and tbh idc

he’s history now

i have chris in my comments anyways😍

bro…

idc i’m still hopeful that you will get back with him

WHY.

that era is fr over

because you guys were so cuteee☹️

the way he looked at you, the way he spoke about

you, the way he just wanted to be around you all

the time😩

i’m a child of divorce and so are many others

but he was also a dick towards the end❤️

the arguing was just becoming too much

“answer my dm” istg if you haven’t answered it…

so about that😊

GIRL…

go NOW

seen at 3:01pm

hctorforrt_

(ig messages)

yesterday 3:47

hctorforrt_

↳ replied to your story: 😍

today 3:05

hctorforrt_

i miss you

seen at 3:06

hctorforrt_

bro come on…

seen at 3:06

hctorforrt_

tu me vuelves loco (you drive me crazy)

adriana_moore

entonces deja de enviarme mensajes

(then stop messaging me)

and stop commenting on my posts…

hctorforrt_

i can’t help it if you always look good

adriana_moore

what do you want

hctorforrt_

you

seen at 3:12

AUTHOR SPEAKS!

you guys like this??

i’ve also got a marc bernal book in mind so lmk if you guys want that✨

nsfw alphabet

jude bellingham x reader

masterlist navigation

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

king of aftercare idc what anyone says. i think he loves showering with you in general bc it's soo intimate to him so he's always showering with you and helping you wash your hair :( he's also super touchy at the best of times but especially after sex he literally cannot take his hands off you.

b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

cannot decide if he's an ass or boobs man i think he's abit of both tbh. he loves resting his hands on your waist literally all the time. loves your thighs! always has a hand resting on your thigh when you're sitting down and loves leaving little bite marks and hickies on them 🤭 i also think he loves a lil belly pouch? idk how to explain it but i just think he absolutely adores a girl with curves.

on him i think his arms or thighs. he goes feral when he catches you staring at his biceps and always flexes them cause he knows it has you drooling. loves his thighs cause he knows how much you love riding them 😁😁

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

loves finishing in you. it just feels so intimate to him that you both trust eachother enough and it makes him feel so much closer to you.also loves finishing on your boobs or stomach then scooping his cum up with his fingers and making you lick it off 😋😋

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he loves middle of the night sex. it's always so much more intense and intimate and jude's always a little whinier

i also feel like he secretly wants you to take control but is too worried to ask. he's so dominant in every aspect of his life and i think sometimes he just wants his girl to take care of him :(

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

he knows what he's doing but i also don't think he's super experienced? he doesn't seem the type to have loads of one night stands tbh. he's experienced but it still took him some time to figure out what was good for you

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

he's a man so ofc he loves abit of doggy but i also think he loves missionary. as basic as it is, it makes him feel closer to you and makes the whole experience more intimate for him. he's also not gonna say no to having you on top 🤭

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

honestly i think it depends. sometimes neither of you can stop giggling for no actual reason? one of you will let out a moan then both of you just burst out laughing.

but i think he's also super serious at times because he's always so busy and he wants to make the most out of time with his girl. he wants to savour every moment with you so stays super serious.

h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

i think he keeps everything neat but not nare

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

so so intimate! i think he has a filthy mouth but he can't for the life of him be any level of degrading because he feels mean (he doesn't give a fuck about how mean he is when he's teasing though 🤭) so his comments are more praise.

i think he secretly loves that super cheesy romantic music rose petals and candles sex more than he'd ever admit. he doesn't get to spend alot of time with you so when he has you all to himself and a chance to show you just how much you mean to him you best believe he's gonna take it.

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

loves facetiming you to get himself off when you're away. he doesn't usually do it at home bc you're there. but the real magic is mutual masturbation bc i think he's super into that 🤭🤭 (@judeswhore 's blurb on this is 10/10 btw) loves having you next to him with one leg over his touching himself. there's just something about it that sends him into overdrive.

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

praise kink!! giving and receiving jude loveeesss praise. constantly telling you that you're his good girl and how well you're doing 🫠 but he also loves receiving praise. goes feral when you call him your good boy. will literally beg you to tell him how good he feels when he's fucking you

also has a raging size kink. he's massive and loves how small you look compared to him. has a thing for fucking you infront of a mirror so he gets to see the size difference between you both.

i also think he loves a risk. he is literally up for fucking you whenever wherever even if there's a chance of you being caught. i'm talking having a quickie in your childhood bedroom while your parents/siblings are literally downstairs. tells you to be a good girl and stay quiet or he'll stop. sometimes makes you suck on his fingers so you stay quiet 🤭

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

i think he loves your bedroom the most. as basic as it is, there's no interruptions and he can completely focus on you. however he does love to tease you in public just to hear you beg him to take you home so he can finish what he started.

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

anything. literally something as simple as you putting on lip gloss or wearing something tight has his going wild.

n= no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

anything that's gonna hurt you. i don't think he'd be into super degrading talk. like maybe a little bit but nothing too far.

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

i think he's 50/50. he loves to tease you and he knows he can do that when he's going down on you.

but i think he has a super sensitive dick 🙂 like the moment you have him in your mouth he's trying desperately not to just fall apart and cum instantly.

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

also depends. after a bad game (him and refs never get along) he's super fast and rough but super clingy and affectionate after. but otherwise he's super slow and romantic and loves taking his time with you. sometimes you literally have to beg him to be rougher with you 🤭

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

loves a quickie before he goes to training! he'll literally bend you over the kitchen worktops and make your head spin then kiss your neck, give you this really cocky smirk and tell you to be good and he'll do a proper job when he gets home.

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

yes yes yes! he's always down to try new things bc he wants to make sure you're having the best sex of your life. i think he's into risks bc he loves the thrill but he doesn't really take any public risks because the chance of you being caught is super high and he doesn't want to cause you any embarrassment

s= stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

he runs around for 90 mins, he's got good stamina and you're usually warn out way before him " c'mon baby. you gonna be a good girl and give me one more?"

t= toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

loves using them 🤭 i genuinely think he loves buying new ones he sees to try them out on both of you and you sometimes get new ones that you see too 🤭 just for a second imagine using a vibrator on him.

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

biggest tease ever. he loveeess to drag everything out and mocks you a little bit when you get overstimulated 🤭

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

loud. he's not afraid to let you know how good you're making him feel by moaning, whining, whimpering and all that 😋

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

loves loves loves lingerie. like seeing you in pretty little matching sets literally drives him insane. he loves surprising you with new really expensive sets ( i'm talking agent provocateur stuff). he buys you some when he's away on international break and asks you to model them for him which always ends in the best phone sex ever

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

we've seen enough evidence, he's massive 🤭

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

the man is literally never satisfied. he's so completely obsessed with you and he just can't ever get enough.

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he won't fall asleep until he knows you're 1000% okay and comfortable. once he knows you're doing okay and relaxed then he can sleep.

Erling Haaland: (NSFW) Sex Positions

💢 All the works are pure fictions, for entertainment purposes only so please, read it at your own will.

Find more at: Masterlist

Erling Haaland x (female) reader

WARNINGS: SEX; short!reader.

AN: Please like, reblog and give me feedback!

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The height difference makes it practically impossible to have missionary sex so you’re forced to try out new positions, to see what works best for you.

Riding him is one of the options and personally Erling loves it. He stays seated, letting you ride him. To see you getting all flustered and sweaty, your hands dearly holding onto to his shoulders as you fuck yourself on his cock. The steady bounce of your breasts as you’re the one controlling the speed and how much of him you take. 

If you get tired, he can always move his hips from underneath you or help you ride him. His hands palming your ass, effortlessly moving you up and down like a weightless doll as you rest with your face on his shoulder, worn off.  

He definitely teases you in this position, a half smirk on his face.

“Getting tired already, huh? But, baby, this is only round 1 yet.” 

“So desperate for my huge cock. Fuck, keep going, baby.”

Doggy style is also an option, but Erling has to be careful as not to hurt you, given his immense strength. The good thing is that he goes much deeper, alongside with the primal feeling the position provides you. 

It’s usually reserved for when you need to blow off some steam, ending up in a rough sex session. It’s so intense to have him manhandle you, his fingers digging into your hips, holding you there as he fucks you.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good, you’ll feel me inside of you for weeks.”

“Look at that, taking my cock like you’re made for it.” 

Table top is also a frequent position in your sex life, being a good replacement for the impossible missionary one. You love it when he fucks you in this position, his hips steadily meeting yours as his hand sneaks to your clit, bringing you closer to your release, facing each other. The bed/table/furniture constantly squeaking underneath your joint weights, especially when Erling picks up the pace. 

Even though these are the most frequent sex positions you guys do, you clearly end up doing more riding and table top as they’re the ones that actually allow you to face each other, something that you love a lot. 

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brummie boy / Jobe Bellingham

summary- you doing your makeup while singing a certain taylor swift song that jobe doesn’t exactly like the lyrics to.

warnings- none just fluff!

You were fixing your makeup before going out with Jobe, in the master bathroom the pair of you shared. Your hands were busy blending in some blush and putting away your concealer.

Your phone was blasting the weeknd’s Die For You and your boyfriend joined you in the bathroom as you hummed along. He tilted his head, being quite a bit taller than you and kissed your lips quickly.

As the song changed, you let out an excited gasp, turning to look at Jobe while hearing Idris Elba’s iconic starting line to London Boy.

“This is my song!” You exclaimed over your phone.

The lyrics rang out as Jobe took a step back and watched you use one of your makeup brushes as a microphone.

“You know I love a London Boy, I enjoy nights in Brixton, Shoreditch in the afternoon,” You sang along with the audio.

Jobe had a pensive look on his faced, mixed with a smile before twisting his face to bite his cheek.

You giggled at him, and then asked, “Why the long face baby?”

His face gave a guilty smile as if you had caught him in the act of doing something wrong.

“I’m from Birmingham though. You love a Birmingham boy,” He said grabbing your waist from behind and resting his head on your shoulder.

“Hm, you’re right.” You told him smirking. Your face lit up with an idea.

The rest of the song, every time it said ‘London Boy,’ You replaced it with, “Brummie Boy.”

His face was in a bashful smile and he couldn’t bring himself to meet your eyes without smiling uncontrollably.

You grabbed his chin and made him look you in the eyes as you said “But God I love the English,”

As you finished the song, You peppered his face and neck with kisses that made him laugh until you met his lips for a long, passionate kiss.

“Can we listen to that song later?” He asked you.

You nodded and chuckled.

“Sure my Brummie Boy,”

a/n- thank you so much for reading! I hope this was okay! Feedback is greatly appreciated! Reblogs, likes & comments are so helpful!!