#jack grealish oneshot

[final-script]

Decisions | Jack Grealish

Pairing: Jack Grealish x Reader

Sumary: When they decide to take the step from being private to being private but not secret.

Warnings: English is not my first language !!!.There are probably many mistakes (I will correct them later),

a/n : Honestly, I don't know if it makes any sense what I just did, but I hope you enjoy them.

Gif: packjoker

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They both scrutinized every moment they shared alone.

Jack knew what the press is like, so since he met you and both decided to start a relationship, they decided to keep him private for at least a while.

Being able to enjoy your boy, without having people who are continually criticizing what they were doing, is beautiful.

It was beautiful, but at the same time stressful, having to go out and do everything secretly, stopped being something fun, after the first few months.

Were you willing to put up with it? Yes, because you enjoyed every moment with Jack.

But… As in most cases, there was a very big but, you liked privacy and everything that came with it, but… At the same time you wanted to be able to show off a little about your relationship.

(…)

One night while having dinner at Jack's house, it seemed that the two wanted to talk about it.

For a few weeks, Jack had begun to imagine, how you would look in the area for relatives at games, wearing his number, with his family.

J- there is something I want to talk to you about. You could notice your boyfriend somewhat nervous, you did not know if as much as you were, but you could notice it.

Y/N- it seems that we think the same, I must also mention something, but since you mentioned it, tell me. You cheered him up.

J- for a few weeks, I've been thinking about it and I would like us to make it public, I would like to see you in the games using my number, that you are with my family cheering me, if you think I am filling too much fast, please tell me.

Y/N- I don't know how, worse you've read my mind, I know we enjoy our privacy, but I think it's getting stressful and I know you want to protect me from the press, but believe me that little will matter what they say, as long as we are together.

Taking his hand at the table.

Y/N- we can also remain private, only now everyone will know.

J- for a moment I thought you would say no.

Y/N- oh, believe me, as much as I value our privacy, I'm not going to miss the opportunity to show off my boy.

J- nor I to my girl. You knew he was very capable.

That night he went to bed with the agreement that little by little they would start posting about each other on their instagram and maybe after going publicly to one of their parties they would make an official post.

(...)

Several instagram posts later, they could see how you were welcomed by people, some Jack fans thanked you for the photos you posted of him, which seemed funny to you and there were also some hate comments that they clearly chose to ignore.

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ANOTHERS

Mommy and Daddy - John Stones x Reader

The Best Kept Secret - Arthur Leclerc x Reader

[the-offside-rule]

Trent Alexander-Arnold (Liverpool) - Mastermind

Requested: nope it was an idea I couldn't get out of my head

Prompt: Mastermind by Taylor Swift

Warnings: cursing ig??

Trent and his girlfriend of two years, Y/n were driving on the motorway, on their way to the airport. The motorway was super long and Y/n was struggling to even stay awake. "You have to wake up babe, we're gonna be there in like twenty minutes." Trent told her. "But I'm tired and I think we've talked about everything under the sun." She yawned. Trent thought an thought about a conversation starter. Aha! "We haven't talked about how we met." He smiled, remembering the memory. “It’s crazy, inni?” he chuckled. “Not crazy, more so it’s just how we met.” She yawned again.

"Honestly though, it was like a one in a million chance of us actually meeting and it actually happened. You know how mad that is?" Trent asked, fiddling with his controller. Y/n scoffed but continued reading her book. "What?" He asked. When he didn't get a reply, he grew concerned. "What'd ye do tha' for? It was a one in a million kinda thing." She looked up at him with an arched brow. "Yeah, you keep telling yourself that." As his girlfriend read on, Trent started to think about why she thought otherwise. He set his controller to the side and turned back around to her. "Explain how it wasn't then." Y/n closed her book and reached over to leave it on the coffee table. "I planned it all." Trent's face turned to one of confusion. "I don't know what you mean."

"I planned us meeting, I planned me 'bumping into you', I planned everything." Trent crossed his arms and leaned back, awaiting his girlfriend to continue on with her so called plan came into play. "Well, it started back when I broke into the Liverpool private event with Tina."

"We can't break into this party" Tina said, hooking arms with Y/n as they walked down the streets together on a cold night in Liverpool. "Um, yes we fucking can. I know people." Y/n replied. "But there'll only be the players and random girls who paid loads to get in." Y/n turned to her friend with a grin. "And we won't have to spend a penny." Tina unlinked arms eith Y/n. "How'd you mean?"

"Well walk with me and you'll find out."

"Alright, you planned on breaking in but how did you plan on getting with me. I could've been sat at me mum's for all you knew." Trent questioned. "Well I didn't know. I only got the great idea when I saw you pushing some girls away."

"Look, over there! Do you know who that is, Tina?" Tina shook her head. "Tina, that is Trent Alexander-Arnold." Tina nodded. "The guy that's your phone background?" An idea popped into Y/n's mind. A wild, crazy yet brilliant idea. "Hold on." Tina looked bewildered as to what her friend was doing but soon enough she'd find out. "Tada!" Y/n handed her phone to Tina. "What's different about it?" Y/n scooched beside her friend and so hatched the masteplan. "Well Tina, if you open it you'll see a picture I took with my family last Christmas." Tina sipped on her cocktail, still quite confused. "Well, when I go and talk to him, I'm gonna get a snap from someone and of course, my phone is gonna light up. He's gonna see my lockscreen, see my dog and say its a cute dog. I'm gonna say I have more photos and because he'd feel out of place to tell me no, he's gonna watch me open my phone nd see the picture of my family. Now-"

"Wait, wait, wait. Who is?"

"Who's what?"

"Who's going to see your lockscreen?"

"Trent. God keep up Tina." Tina stopped functioning for a moment. "And how are you going to talk to him? Approach him, like?" She asked. "Well, I'm glad you asked that. You see those three girls hanging around him?" Tina nodded. "I'm going to do him a favour and pretend I'm his girlfriend to tell them he's off the market." Y/n explained. "But he's single."

"Yes, but they don't know any better. So, he's gonna see the photo of my family and one of two things is going to happen. He's going to either see that and make a self conscious note to himself that I'm a family oriented person or he's going to ask about them to politely decline seeing the dog photos." Tina shook her head, a grin on her face. "You're mad, you know." She mumbled. "Good, because otherwise his wouldn't have worked." Y/n replied. "But it hasn't yet." Tina said, almost questioninvinstead of stating. "Well it's going to."

"So then what?" Trent asked. "You know exactly what. You're acting as if you weren't there." She laughed. "Nah, come on. Tell me the thought process behind all this."

Trent was getting uncomfortable. His teammates even tried to pretend he had a girlfriend, but the other girl wasnt buying it. Trent had told her he wasnt interested but she claimed it was 'playing haard to get' which was simply untrue, he was genuinely didn't like her. He was about to go and leave when he heard a girls voice walking over. "Hey baby. Sorry I'm late, got held up." Trent looked up to see a beaming woman looking between him and another woman. It was clear to him that she was trying too help him, so he accepted the help. "Who's this?" She asked. Trent grinned and looked over to the other girl. "Nobody, shes just leaving." The girl took the hint and moved away,

Her phone flashed on the bar. Trent looked down and smiled upon seeing a dog. "Nice dog." He said. Y/n looked up towards the defender. "Oh you think so? Hold on, I've a few more pictures if you want to see them." Trent didnt think it was in his place to say no, especially from someone who just got rid of the other girl. "Alright, sure." Y/n smiled and opened her phone to reveal a lock screen of her family, all in christmas jumpers. "Ah, is that your family?" He asked. "Y/n smiled and nodded. "It is! We decided too wear ugly jumpers for Christmas last year, and every other year it seems." Trent chuckled. "Do they live in Liverpool?" He asked. "Nope. I only meet them for Christmas."

"Aw well I'm sorry about that. They seem really nice." Trent said, smiling. "Oh yeah. So what about your family?"

"And you told me about your family, the conversation changed to football, then our personal lives and before you know it, you gave me your snap and your number because you wouldnt get messaging me on instagram. Your words not mine." Y/n said triumphantly. "I have a lot of things to say to that." Trent mumbled. Y/n swallowed the lump in her throat as the triumph washed away. Did she just fuck up her relationship by revealing her plan? "Like what?" She asked. "First off, it was a decent plan,but secondly, I knew it was a plan. All along, I knew you planned it." Y/n froze. "What?"

"Ah come on. Hendo came to us a couple minutes before you came in, saying that theres gonna be a fan coming in because she works at the bar and that if theres any problems with her, let the staff know." Her eyebrows knotted in confusion. "The second I saw you, I knew you were the fan. Then when you came over, you went and saved me, then your phone was slightly tilted towards me so I could see your dog. I knew you wanted me to ask so I did. I just didnt expect you whipping out the photos which led to me asking about your family instead, which is probably the only unpredictable thing you'd done that night." Y/n was gobsmacked. Predictable? Her? "Oh please, I dont see you trying to be unpredictable." She mumbled looking out the car window. "Well actually, I dont think you expected this." Y/n rolled her eyes and turned to question him, but was faced with a beautiful velvet box. "Are you serious?" She asked. "Dead."

"You're not asking me to." Trent chuckled. "Y/n Y/l/n, would you make me the happiest man on the motorway and marry me?" Y/n’s eyes had filled with tears, her hands had covered her face. “Oh don’t get all soppy on me now.” Trent chuckled. “Show us your hand.” Y/n put her hand out as trent slipped the delicate ring onto her finger. “How’s that for a plan?” he joked. “I did not expect that, that’s for sure.” she smiled, not taking her eyes off it. “I do love you, yunno.” Trent took her hand and placed a kiss on it. “I love you too.”

[elmatadorisgay]

finally a new fic!

Relationships: Jack Grealish & Jordan Pickford, Bukayo Saka & Emile Smith Rowe, Lisandro Martinez & Harry Maguire, Alisson Becker/Virgil van Dijk

Tags: LGBTQ Themes, Hospitals, Robots, Ensemble Cast, Alternate Universe - Robots & Androids, Mental Health Issues, Not Football Players(Football RPF), Love Confessions, Homophobic Language, Running Away, Hybrid Human-Android Harry, Anti-Android Sentiments (Detroit: Become Human)

[football-rambles]

Someone send me some requests? I wanna get back into writing.

[blueathens]

Jealousy At Leeds

𝖲𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖩𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

𝖲𝗈𝗇𝗀: 505 𝖻𝗒 𝖠𝗋𝖼𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝖬𝗈𝗇𝗄𝖾𝗒𝗌 𝖰𝗎𝗈𝗍𝖾: "𝖠𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗋...?"

𝖱𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽

Masterlist//Dusk Till Dawn Masterlist//Agape Masterlist

“Alright hot stuff?” A guy said as they came up to you looking you up and down.

“I have a boyfriend.” You told the man, not once looking in his direction.

“Really?” He asked cheekily, looking round in search of the ‘boyfriend.’ “I don’t see him.”

“Well, maybe you should take a no as answer.” You muttered back, eyes remaining on the stage as you waited for your boyfriend to come back.

“You don’t want to have a good time?”

“I’m having a good time with my boyfriend.”

“Yeah, so piss off.” Jack said as he arrived, nodding his head to the side as he held a drink for him and a bottle of water for you. The guy didn’t say much else just walked straight off. “Fuck sake, that’s like the 20th guy that’s came up to you.” Jack angrily muttered, he walked behind you, wrapping his arms round your waist and placed his chin on your shoulder, kissing your cheek lightly. “What did he want?”

“If I want a good time.” You shrug, not really caring as you knew they weren’t the one you wanted. The one you did want was the huffing man child behind you. “Stop that.” You tapped his thigh, ordering him to stop puffing right into your ear.

“All these men just love ya, I mean I don’t blame them, but you’re mine.” He squeezed your hips slightly.

“Hmm-mmm.”

“And can’t they see that you have a hot boyfriend right-”

“Hey, doll, can I get your number?” Another guy asked as they walked up to you, completely ignoring Jack who stood behind you, staring daggers at the guy.

“Are you blind or...?” Jack asked, eyes narrowing slightly as he glared at him.

“You’re Grealish! Big fan.” He nodded to Jack before bringing his attention back to you.

Jack rolled his eyes, if he was a big fan they would already know who you were considering he never stops talking about you or showing you off to everyone.

“I’m here with my boyfriend.” You told him and he just nodded and walked off.

“Who does he think I am? Your bodyguard?” Jack asked in shock, mouth falling open as he just stares at his retreating figure.

“Would you like me to ask him if you could have his number considering you’ve just been staring at-” You was interrupted by Jack spinning you round, keeping his hands on your waist before crashing his lips onto yours. The taste of alcohol filled your mouth as his tongue battled for dominance over yours, and a hand travelled down to your arse to grab hold of it.

“Move that hand.” You muttered into his mouth.

“Nah, gotta show that you’re my girl, clearly a lot of these guys are clueless and need a bigger fucking hint to show them that you’re taken.” He said after breaking apart for the both of you to catch your breath, his voice was lower and husky from the kiss and you had to contain the wild butterflies in your stomach at the sound of it.

“I love you; you know that right.” You stroked his cheek gently. He nodded, head moving slightly so he could place a soft kiss against your fingers.

“I love you.” Jack reminded you before placing his lips on yours again, one hand still on your arse whilst the other held his drink.

“Hand.” You mumbled again.

“Nah.”

[boizandgurlzinthehouse]

𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞, 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧

𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

it all began at 2am.

not that you weren't prepared for your cramps —using a pad even before it came, taking two painkillers and wearing a comfier underwear, it seemed that your aunt flow fairy was coming in the morning.

"everything's alright, babydoll?" jack asked as you brought an extra blanket for the two of you —but in the first place, for yourself, you didn't wanted to care about the cold in the morning, when your body already gonna be a mess around your stomach and uterus.

"yes, it is. i don't want to freeze in the morning, but you can take off of yourself, if you're too warm, babe." you knew that between your and jack's body, there stood a serious temperature difference —the two of you didn't minded, your body cooled down you lover on hot summer nights, and his body kept you warm always, using him as a heating pillow.

"it's okay, love, an extra blanket never hurt anyone." he caressed your back while laying on his side, whilst you ruffled your pillow to the perfect softness. climbing under the sheets and the mentioned duvet, hovering your leg over his waist, you snuggled into jack's side, enjoying the smooched kiss he gave on your forehead. his body was so much more muscular, so much more bigger and taller than yours, melting into him was irresistibly easy. you closed your eyes, hoping for a peaceful night...

...but damn, your period thought otherwise.

your abdomen woke you up, stabbing into your uterus and scrambling your guts every five seconds, it was so painful, it burned you so much that all you could do is letting out quiet yelps, holding onto the sheets and creasing them. beginning to sweat, it was now too uncomfortable under the extra layer, you grabbed the edge of it to shake it down from yourself —your legs were numb, your thigh shared all the pain with your abdomen, leaving you completely helpless from your waist down. the first thing you wanted to do was taking some painkillers, stronger or more than the one you took before sleeping, your period defeated that stupid little pill with ease —trying to stagger onto your feets, countless little squeals left your mouth, you tried to keep down your voice because of jack, who slept beside you so peacefully, you didn't have either the heart and the mind to wake him up just because your uterus hurt a little. or... okay, not just a little, it was much more agonizing than ever, but it was your business, isn't it?

clambering to the side of the bed, your legs hung down on the edge, you grabbed you stomach —it was bloated as hell, no wonder why it hurt so much, you looked like you were around three months pregnant.

"fuck" you muttered, and that seemed to wake up your boyfriend trying to reach after you under the sheets, only to find the emptiness and the wrinkles you left behind you. leaning up, he only saw the outline of your back, your sunk shoulders and slightly shaking arms.

"y/n, what are you doing? is everything alright?"

you turned to him while nodding, hissing when another cramp began to mess up the already-painful-enough pang in your lower stomach.

"i... just wanted to... to take some painkillers." you tried to tell him with one breath, but at this point, even the speaking and keeping yourself vertical was difficult in itself.

"painkillers for what? for... babydoll, you have period cramps, don't you?"

"yes. but don't worry, it's just hurts a little- ugh! a little bit", trying to calm jack down failed when another stronger kick came in. jack crawled down from the bed, you tried to resist it "babe don't go, you gotta sleep, you have train tomorrow", but instead of stopping, he touched your shoulders, turning on the night lamp on your side, squinting a bit from the sudden brightness.

"baby you aren't even able to stand up and walk, why didn't you woke me up? where are the painkillers?" he asked, wiping the sweat off from your forehead, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"i left them on the counter, please bring the whole box in?" nodding, jack slipped away in the hallway, you sat back to the head of the bed, against soft pillows, trying to ease the pain. finding your phone on the bed stand, the clock showed 2:24. only a half an hour filled with pain, but you felt like they were years. you turned your head into the direction of the bathroom, hearing the bathtub filling with water, then after the growing sound of your lover's steps, jack came back with the painkillers, a cup filled with water and your special hot water bottle —that water bottle saved your life from time to time, and your heart swelled on the thought that jack kept this in his mind.

"why is the water spilling in there?" you nodded your head at the bathroom, while picking out the proper medicine and drowning it with enought water. wiping your lips, jack stroked your arms as he reached to your hand, giving your fingers a small massage.

"because i read it somewhere, and my sisters do it all the time, hot water helps with pain. can you stand up, please, babydoll?"

when you stumbled onto your legs, jack didn't hesitate to pick you up, bending your knees to keep you at his chest. you knew you didn't have any chance to oppose, so you just hold onto his neck as he placed you down on the edge of the bathtub. trying to ease the pain, your finger tips and knuckles paled from the pressure, the water behind you was covered with white bubbles.

"are you feeling any better?" jack asked as he kneeled down, rubbing your knees. you nodded, the painkillers slowly slipped into your system, but the cramps were still there.

"i'm beginning to. thank you so much."

"it's not over, babydoll, can you strip down by yourself?" he asked carefully, reciving a little smile from you.

"i thought you liked to undress me, is it the blood or—"

"don't talk more, hands up, sweetheart", he smiled warmly, helping you to take off your —actually, his— big sleeping shirt. "your panties—"

"i don't want you to see it", you protested, so jack let you to reach for a toilet paper to bundle up the used pad, throwing into the bin, he helped you into the semi-hot, pleasantly warm water. letting out a bigger moan that you expected from yourself, you got shy for a moment when you catched jack's mischievous smirk.

"sweetheart, i swear you don't moan this big even when i'm deep inside—"

"don't make yourself jealous, baby." you giggled as you slapped his arm when he sat down on the other side of the wall of the bathtub. "you never cause me pain, but when you take away the pain... it's the best."

jack nuzzled his nose into your cheeks and your neck, grazing his fingers on your neck. yawning a little, you held his hand as you lifted up it from the water.

"jack, you can go back to sleep. please, i can handle myself, okay? you need to rest, you have train tomorrow that's tiring and—"

"and leaving you here is much better than sleeping with guilt, eh?" he turned for you, touching your jawline as he tilted your face higher to face him. you tried to say something, but jack was faster. "i know that i never gonna know how much of a struggle the period pain can be, but i want you to trust me enough to tell me when you have these cramps. i want you to be healthy and to help you whenever i can, and yeah, that's blood and you think it's gross, but i want to know what's with you, always. so when you have period pain, or anything else, even in the daylight, even in the middle of the night, tell me, okay?"

the silent atmosphere, the little pops of the bubble, the sounds of the raining outside, the warm water and the hold of his warm hands, his words full of love, everything he did to make you feel better brought tears into your eyes. nobody had done such things for you like him, and none of your previous ex-boyfriends did such things like he did, you were so grateful and felt the luckiest woman in the world, to experience this kind of love on the side of the man of your dreams.

"okay, jack. i love you so much." you whimpered, leaning to kiss him, wrapping your wet arms around his neck, while he lazily stroked your back with his fingers.

"i love you too, so, so much." he replied, letting you back into the water.

when you finished, jack brought you a new towel, leaving you to yourself while going back to the bedroom with your hot water bottle. your stiffness got much more less, thanks to the warm water and the pills, all you wanted is to sleep and lean into jack the whole night until morning. he kept the bathroom door open, in case if you needed help, but when he saw you walking back to your shared bedroom, turning down the low bathroom lights, he kissed your head, scurrying back between the soft blankets.

"wait, i think i forgot something." he huffed, folding back the sheets. you smiled as you leaned on your hands, what had he on his mind? you wanted to ask, when he lifted up the blanket for you, tossing the hot water bottle to you. "in case if your tummy begin to have cramps again."

your heart ached as jack tucked the bottle to you, then turning you, hugging you from behind, one of his big, warm hands rested on your waist, the tips of his fingers ended on your stomach.

"what did i to deserve you, an angel?" you asked, grabbing his hand to kiss it, you felt jack's smile on your skin when he kissed your ear, then your cheek, then the crown of your hair.

"you did so much more than you could even imagine. if that's the least i can do, than i'll do it, anytime. you just have to take it, okay? just take it."

the raindrops knocked the window harder and louder, that was the sign to the two of you to sleep. jack leaned his face into the crook of your neck, you closed your eyes, the bottle warming you up in the front, and jack radiating his natural warmth for you from behind —snuggling into the soft sheets, this was something that you always wanted.

and you got it, with the perfect man on your side.

a/n: so yeah, i tried this. i tried to write with jack because i adore him so so so much, and... yeah, period and these kind of stuff is a sensitive area for me, and i thought that girls like me (who's stomach is bloated, or feels like the pain is unbearable, or just basically feels shitty the entire time) would like something like this.

should i write more imagines with him or other soccers? tell me here pretty please, taglists are open too <3

[emwritesfootball]

City Transfer | Jack Grealish

Dude I am loving your blog so fucking much right now!!! I was wondering if you could do a request for either Jack Grealish - Basically after the successful transfer to City reader and him celebrate with really REALLY kinky sex!!! Thank you hun!! I love your writing🦋✨

Word Count: 593

Warnings: Daddy kink, edging, oral (male receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, slight spanking

A/N: Thank you for the request, @entjasmine ! xx

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You held your breath, waiting as Jack ended the call with Pep, an unreadable expression on his face. “So?” You asked with wide eyes, hoping the answer was what the two of you had been waiting for.

“They want me,” he replied, his stoic expression morphing into a contagious smile. “The spot at City is mine, provided I pass the medical and Villa agree, which shouldn’t be too hard. He told me to expect a phone call from the board today.”

“Jack!” You squealed, jumping into his arms, the two of you laughing and kissing as he spun you around. “That’s amazing!”

“We should celebrate,” he said, his eyes darkening with lust as his gaze searched yours.

“Mm, just what did you have in mind?” You asked, teasing because you already knew the answer.

Jack didn’t respond, kissing you hard with intent as he carried you to the bedroom. He tossed you roughly on the bed, wasting no time in covering your body with his, pinning you against the mattress. His hands were rough, needy as they explored your skin, sliding up underneath the flimsy t-shirt you were wearing as he trailed kisses down your neck. “Gonna be a good girl for Daddy now, eh?” He asked, his Brummie accent thicker with need.

“Yes,” you whimpered, arching your back into his touch. “Please fuck me, Daddy.”

“Not yet,” he rasped, his hand sliding between your legs. He pushed your panties to the side, his middle finger teasing over the entrance to your pussy before moving up to your clit. Your fingers clutched his shoulders, your nails digging into the skin as he played with your pussy. “Patience, Princess.”

He teased until you were about to cum, pulling away at the last second to watch your hips buck, searching for the orgasm he wasn’t going to give you just yet. “On your knees,” he commanded, watching as you caught your breath and did as he said.

You stared up at him as he undressed, licking your lips when he freed his cock. “Can I suck it please, Daddy?” You asked, biting down on your bottom lip as you looked at him with wide, ‘innocent’ eyes.

Jack’s fingers gripped the back of your head, guiding your mouth to his cock. He let out a groan when you gripped his shaft, your tongue tracing up his veiny cock to swirl over the tip. Your pussy dripped at his reaction, spurring you on. You took him down your throat, gagging on his length as you sucked him off until Jack pulled you off his cock, not ready to cum yet.

“Face down, ass up,” he ordered, dragging you up and bending you roughly over the bed. He lifted your hips so your feet weren’t touching the floor, thrusting into you without warning. Your cries were muffled by the bedsheets, your hands fisting the sheets as he gripped your hips and fucked you into the mattress.

He came inside you, triggering your own orgasm and watching as you writhed around his cock. He watched his cum drip out of your pussy and down your thighs, giving your ass a slap for good measure. You let out a whimper, your body sensitive after such a mind-blowing orgasm. “Congratulations, baby,” you murmured, your voice sleepy with satisfaction. You turned, giving him a smile that he returned.

Jack pulled you into him, the two of you cuddling as he explained everything that would happen when he moved to City. You listened, excited for the change and for the future with him.

[football-writing]

Jack Grealish - anchor

You'd been waiting for him to come back from his physical check at Manchester City, excited to hear how it went and how he liked it there, what it was like meeting the new staff and teammates, and thinking of how good he would look in his new babyblue kit. You were hoping they'd let him bring a shirt home for you to wear; he always loved seeing you in his clothes, but seeing you in a shirt with his name on the back was even more special to him.

But when he finally came home, instead of him barely being able to hide his smile and excitement, giddy to talk about this new journey he's started, he didn't say a word, his expression stoic as you waited for him. He'd brought you your favourite take-away, the one that you'd usually eat together while childishly sitting on the floor in front of your couch, yet plopped it down on the kitchen counter like it was nothing, barely sparing you a glance.

"Hey?" Your voice was soft as you broke the silence, questioning why he wasn't as happy as you thought he'd be after today. With a few quick strides you were in front of him, tilting his chin up with your index finger to make eyecontact with him, your worried eyes searching his. His gaze wasn't as intense and lively as you were used to, instead dull and his face void of emotion to anyone who didn't know him as well as you did: he was worried, uncertain even, something of a rare occurence in him.

"You seen the tweets about me?" He huffed out, his hand traveling up your underarm to cover your hand that was now caressing his cheek.

"Jack." You smiled at him increduously as you said his name, staring at him in disbelief. Sure you'd seen the tweets, but he was never one to care about what others thought of him. "You're not seriously worried about those, are you?"

"Just because I know it's not true doesn't mean it doesn't get to me, Y/N." He stated.

"But it shouldn't." Your other hand now came up to his face too, gently tracing a pattern with your fingertips from his eyebrows down to his cheekbone, before resting it on his other cheek, rubbing small circles on it with your thumb. "It shouldn't get to you. You know they're not real fans anyway. They're just upset you're gone. Upset they won't see you play as often anymore."

His lips turned up slightly into a melancholic smile.

"They're saying a lot of stuff about you too, though, and my family. S'got nothing to do with football anymore."

"Oh, baby." You sighed out. Clearly you'd seen the tweets and messages, but it's not something you seek out to read, so you probably missed the full context of them, and coincidentally why Jack was so upset about them.

You opened your mouth to say something, tell him how you'd be okay, that he shouldn't worry and instead enjoy this new experience, but as you looked at him, you realised that none of it would make him feel better, and so you stopped yourself from letting those comforting words spill from your mouth. He needed you. Those words weren't going to comfort him, he just needed you to be there for him.

So instead you reached for his hands and ushered him to the living room, lightly pushing his chest to make him sit on the couch. He looked up at you confused as you dropped his hands and walked back to the kitchen, but relief washed over him as he realised you were just grabbing the take-out that he'd brought.

"Let's just eat, yeah?" You asked as you gently squeezed his thigh for a second before opening the take-out and wordlessly handing him his share.

And so that's what you did. You ate in silence, upper arms and legs touching as you sat on the couch. Your head resting on his shoulder between every bite. And when you were done eating, you'd just put the empty cartons down on the side table before laying down on the couch. You didn't even have to say anything to each other as he lied down next to you, his arm finding its way around your waist and his face in the crook of your neck as he breathed in your scent. Your one hand stroking his back, then moving to brush down his arm before playing with his fingers, then moving back up again, while your other hand was placed on top of his hair, running through his dark brown locks. It was like an easy rhythm for him, and with every touch from you his worries faded further to the back of his mind.

Still, you temporarily stopped touching his hair, and he swiftly closed his eyes as you placed a few successive, soft kisses on the top of his head. Those kisses held more meaning to him than a thousand words ever could. It was your way of saying you were here for him, that things would be okay, you'd figure it out together, that you loved him.

And he didn't have to tell you how much it meant to him, or that he loved you too. You knew that already. All he did was pull you closer to him, his grip on your waist tightening slightly, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck even more. A content hum left his lips as you started playing with his hair again. Wrapping the long locks on top of his head around your finger before dropping them again, lightly tugging at the shorter hair at the nape of his neck, then moving any strands away from his cheeks with delicate fingertips and tender touches.

As cliché as it sounds, you were his anchor, and your loving touch was the only thing that could comfort him.

[mountsmason]

England Diaries: Training

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summary: you work as a photographer for the england team when they return to camp for the nation's league fixtures.

pairing: slightly mason mount x reader

a/n: any kinda feedback would be appreciated as it keeps me motivated to write, via anon in my asks or simply in the replies/tags <33

➪ england diaries pt. 1, the arrivals

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[de-geas]

cardigan

pairing: reader x any player you want summary: a short one shot based upon this song (listen as u read!) warnings: none other than fuck lol lemme know who you imagine it w!

You knew everything about him, down from his favourite colour to the way he felt against you and what hand he uses to brush his teeth. You fell in love with him hard, and fast, and fuck, you memorised everything about him. To you, the insignificant things were mesmerising. When he likes to put his holiday decorations up, when he got excited over his birthday. The way he smelled after a shower, a game and training. The way his hands felt while he held your face. You’d fallen for the kisses the two of you had shared in corners of bars, you’d fallen for the way he’d given you his weekends and any scrap of time he had leftover. You’d fallen in love with games of hide-and-seek and the way he made you feel wanted when you least felt it.

You’d fallen in love with the shape of his name on your lips and the way his lips seemed to move more carefully when breathing out yours. You’d sworn that you’d marry him. That you’d spend the rest of your life baring his last name. But you supposed life never went the way you anticipated.

You’d almost become accustomed to the feeling of loss. But what you’d never counted on was not being around him anymore.

You knew him. You knew him right until you didn’t, because the boy you loved wouldn’t do what he did to you. You supposed you’d feel this for the rest of your life. You figured that he’d be in your head for the rest of your life - and so far, he has been. He’s made you question everything and wonder what if every single day since. He’d slept next to her for a whole summer and every summer since, you think about him next to her and you feel your heart ache a little bit more.

[marcdurm]

‘Mummy loves me more than she love you' - Jack Grealish

Jack was very possessive of her, even when it came to their own son. He loved him, more than his own life but there were moments where her attention was on their son for way too long, and his jealousy was triggered. Especially since, their son grew possessive over her too. Whenever he would catch his father kissing mummy, he would immediately run to them and pull on their legs to pull them apart. 

This was obviously a game, but many times one of them would take it too far and the other would end up upset and her with a migraine. It was a Sunday morning, one which Jack had no game to be at or a training and that meant, cuddles and late breakfast in bed. It was all going well until their son decided to demand from her to answer whether she loved daddy or him more. “Mummy nooo, you have to pick. Me or daddy?” he would whine when she would say that she can’t choose as she’s got a different kind of love for each one of them.

“If it wasn't up to me, you weren't even born. You used to be balls deep in me so be thankful, kiddo. Mummy loves me more than she loves you and get over it.” Jack spoke after a while, making her look at him with the ‘you didn't just say that’ look. It didn't take long for their son to start crying.

“Take it back now.” she mouthed at him, while hugging her they 3 year old, trying to calm him down. “Daddy is just joking baby, of course I don’t love him more.”

Even though Jack found the drama kind of funny, he still started feeling bad when he realised their son was seriously sad and he wasn’t just faking it. Pulling himself closer to them and hugging them both, he kissed his head and whispered a couple of apologies to him. “Look at how she’s looking at me now that you are crying, do you really think she would look at me like that if she loved me more than you?” he said, earning a soft giggle from their toddler who was now beginning to calm down. “We both love you more than anything in this world”, he kissed his head again, “and we two, both love mummy the most.” this time his lips being on her shoulder, and whispering a soft “I love you” to her.

[tommyspeakycap]

Footie Fics :)

prompts lists

meeting prompts

prompt list

cute intimate prompts

(requests are not exclusive to these lists, send in anything you like and I’ll give it a shot!)

also want to just put it out there that I’ll never accept a request involving players real life families / stuff like that. they’ll never be included in the fics and everything here is completely imaginative and fictional with no relation or link to the players personally. that said, request away! :)

how i headcanon member of the england nt when they’re travelling - a stupid thing i made once

insta files masterlist

Jack Grealish

linked fics / stories

Friends for now

Not mates

Stay

Blurbs/prompts/oneshots

this is happiness

illicit affairs

fell for you

Braids

Cheeky

Mama’s Boys

Villa boy

comfort

changed man

snow days and haribo rings

right here with me

accents

Kieran Tierney

Dating would include

nsfw alphabet

christmas market

this is what dreams are made of

Jordan Henderson

linked fics / series

Rose Garden

Painted Roses

blurbs/prompts/oneshots

fluff alphabet

John Stones

linked fics / series

always yours

part two

john x single mum reader

masterlist

blurbs/prompts/oneshots

perfect

black tie turbulence

my hero

say it back

nsfw alphabet

because i’m in love with you

holiday hatred (smut)

no matter what // (part 2)

traffic lights

work welcome

everybody knows

changing it up

longer than forever lasts

car problems

wife

christmas jumper

dad duty

flatmate

Ben Chilwell

fics/multi-parts

please don’t say you love me (1)

cause i might not say it back (2)

doesn’t mean my heart’s not skipping (3)

when you look at me like that (4)

single dad!ben x reader

helping hand

a team

heaven

blurbs/prompts/oneshots

home

reunions and surprises

welcome to the family

good luck charm

rings

want it again (part two)

i believe

Ben White

blurbs/prompts/oneshots

ease

dating would include

holiday heartbreak

Andy Robertson

fics/multi part pieces

ruined it // part two

resentment // part two

baby girl

a fathers woe

not just the physio

feeling some kind of way

nsfw alphabet

uprooted plans

with a bang

best kept secret

Marcus Rashford

blurbs/oneshots/prompts

meet the family

the one

count on me (series)

part one

part two

Jorginho

blurbs/oneshots/prompts

brothers

seil il mio amore piu grande

Mason Mount

blurbs/oneshots/prompts

3am confessions

biggest mistake

quite miss home

John McGinn

blurbs/oneshots/prompts

double win

you got me

celebration

Rúben Dias

next to you

beautiful

not ready

daddy's home

blue masterlist

insta files

one

two

blurbs

songwriter girlfriend blurb

ring blurb

looking out for you blurb

[the-offside-rule]

Football Oneshots Masterlist

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Liverpool

Andy Robertson - An Evening In

Andy Robertson - Silent Night

Harvey Elliott - Fall Into Me

Trent Alexander Arnold - Not So Expected

Trent Alexander Arnold - Dinner

Trent Alexander Arnold - Mastermind

Trent Alexander Arnold - Feel Better (smut)

Trent Alexander Arnold - Jolly

Trent Alexander Arnold - Good Cop, Bad Cop

Ajax

Jordan Henderson - Emergency? (smut)

FCBarcelona

Eric García - Chaos

Fermín Lopez - loml (smut)

Fermín Lopez - Just A Crush

Frenkie De Jong - Swift Coded

Frenkie De Jong - Baking

Hector Fort - Early Mornings

Pablo Gavi - Dancing In The Dark

Pablo Gavi - Kiss & Tell

Pablo Gavi - Sorpresa

Pablo Gavi - Think Again

Pablo Gavi - For Forever

Pablo Gavi - This Is Nice

Pablo Gavi - Skating Rink

Pablo Gavi - My Golden Boy

Pablo Gavi - Love Lies (smut)

Pablo Gavi - Fangirl

Pablo Gavi - Don't Start

Pablo Gavi - Fantasize pt.1 [smau]

Pablo Gavi - Double Trouble

Pablo Gavi - Sunburn [headcanon]

Pablo Gavi - Jealousy Jealousy

Pablo Gavi - Coffee Date

Pau Cubarsí - Wake Up Call

Pedri Gonzalez - Real Life Lessons

Pedri Gonzalez - Worried Much?

Pedri Gonzalez - Ladrona

Pedri Gonzalez - Smiler

Pedri Gonzalez - Little Imperfections

Pedri Gonzalez - Bakery

Pedri Gonzalez - Stuck With You

Pedri Gonzalez - What Stays In The Camp Nou (smut)

Pedri Gonzalez - Holy

Pedri Gonzalez - Baila Conmigo

Pedri Gonzalez - Duolingo

Pedri Gonzalez - Until I Found You ft. Ferran Torres

Pedri Gonzalez - Peek-a-boo

Pedri Gonzalez - Punto De Vista

Pedri Gonzalez - Come With Me

Pedri Gonzalez - Quiet

Pedri Gonzalez - Nobody Gets Me [smau]

Pedri Gonzalez - Let Her Go

Robert Lewandowski - A City We Barely Know

FCPorto

Nico Gonzalez - New City, New Faces

Newcastle FC

Anthony Gordon - Freezin'

Anthony Gordon - Uh-Oh

Anthony Gordon - The Forward Type

LA Galaxy

Riqui Puig - Surprise

Brighton

Evan Ferguson - Fairytale of New York

Arsenal FC

Declan Rice - Cupid and Psyche

Declan Rice - Triumph

Martin Ødegaard - Isn't It Strange?

Martin Ødegaard - Pinnekjøtt

Real Madrid

Jude Bellingham - When We Were Young

Jude Bellinagham - An Unexpected Gift

Jude Bellingham - Moving

Jude Bellingham - Stop Thinking

Jude Bellingham - Dorada

Kylian Mbappe - The Lights of Paris

Kylian Mbappe - Midnight

Paris Saint Germain

Marco Asensio - Jo Soc Culer (smut)

Manchester United

Alejandro Garnacho - Admire Me Later

Alejandro Garnacho - Cuffin' Season

Gary Neville - Are You Sure?

Mason Mount - Late

Mason Mount - Coffee Talks

Mason Mount - Silent Treatment

Mason Mount - Play Pretend

Mason Mount - Theatre of Dreams

Manchester City

Jack Grealish - School

Jack Grealish - Snowman

Ruben Dias - Test

Atheltico Madrid

Julian Alvarez - Feliz Navidad

Rodrigo Riquelme - Elevator Secrets

Rodrigo Riquelme - Falling For You

Sporting Club

Francisco Trincao - Birthday Cake

Lyon

Houssem Aouar - Emotional Support Person

Chelsea FC

Ben Chilwell - Baby Wrap

Joao Felix - Unrequited Love

João Felix - Fatherhood

João Félix - Pai

Marc Guiu - i like the way you kiss me pt.2

Marc Guiu - Espresso

Juventus

Kenan Yildiz - Let Me Help

[elmatadorisgay]

Another Oneshot

This is my half of the fic for fic request thing I wanted to do, for @hendolish here on tumblr, they make good fics you should check them out btw!

Anyway this is smut so link and stuff below the read more

Pairing: Jordan Pickford/Jack Grealish

[blueathens]

I Love You

𝖲𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝖩𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖻𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖨 𝖫𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖸𝗈𝗎.

𝖲𝗈𝗇𝗀: 𝖨 𝖫𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖠𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖥𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗒 𝖣𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖫𝖾𝗐𝗂𝗌 𝖰𝗎𝗈𝗍𝖾: "𝖣𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾?"

𝖱𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽

Masterlist//Dusk Till Dawn Masterlist//Agape Masterlist

It all started with you laying in bed, under heaps of blankets watching The Lion King, with Jack getting ready for training next to you.

“Alright, Pretty Girl, I’m off.”

“Alright.” You muttered, eyes still on the screen.

“I’ll be back probably around 3, so we can go and watch the new movie if you want.” He spoke to you, crawling over the mountain of blankets, to pull down the part that was covering the bottom half of your face.

“Yeah, sure.” You answered when he kissed your nose, his lips then travelled to your lips. “Jack, stop, morning breath.”

“I don’t care…” he muttered. “Neither of us cared before.” He kissed you once more. “I love you.”

You didn’t say anything back, just recovered the bottom half of you face and stared at the TV in your bedroom.

“I love you.”

“Have a fun at training, baby.”

He frowned and climbed of the bed. “Yeah, alright.” He mumbled sadly, grabbing his bag, and walking out the door.

It was probably one of his worst training sessions of his life just because you didn’t tell him you loved him back.

It was Man City against Arsenal; the weather was miserable (matching Jack’s mood as you still haven’t said those words back to him). You was in the stands wearing you ’10 Grealish shirt proudly as you cheered on for your boyfriend.

You noticed his mood and you did feel bad, but he would understand if it was all a prank, right?

But if you had to be honest with yourself it was quite a cruel prank for not saying to I love you back to your significant other, the person you love the most above everything else. The only thing that was making you continue this prank was a bet you had with Ben as he believes you can’t keep this up for a whole week, and the fact that he ate all you cookies the day before you started this prank, and he knew you was on your period and be craving them soon. He did get you more afterwards, but he shouldn’t have eaten them in the first place.

Those three words were always at the tip of your tongue, threatening to spill, but you couldn’t you had a bet to win (a bet that will get you more cookies) and you couldn’t let Ben be right, you two didn’t always need to tell one another that you loved each other, right? You both knew it through you actions. You know that.

But you didn’t know that Jack liked the sound of it when it came from you, the one and only person he has ever loved like this, the one who changed in from this womanizer to this man who only has eyes for one girl and one girl only: you. But he was getting worried by the less you say I love you, and you was pushing yourself away. Not knowing that you was only doing this because if you saw him more or did lovey dovely stuff with him you knew that you would lose this heartbeat in an instant.

You ran into his arms, him spinning you around, when Man City won, Jack scoring two of the goals himself whilst assisting the others.

“I’m so proud of you.” You mumbled into his mouth as you kissed him.

“Proud enough to say I love you?” He tried.

“I’m so proud.”

He huffed and put you down. “Yeah, whatever.” And with that he left you in standing in the middle of the football pitch in the rain.

The rain that matches how he was feeling as he went into the changing rooms, hitting a locker on the way.

“You alright man?” A familiar voice asked, he knew Ben was coming to see this game, he was standing next to you anyways. But how Ben got into here, he didn’t know.

“I think Y/n wants to break up with me.”

“That’s bullshit.” Ben scoffed.

“It’s bullshit that she won’t say I love you to me.”

Ben choked on thin air, he didn’t forget the prank, but he was surprised that you was still doing the prank, that you haven’t given up just yet. His eyes went wide as he stared at Jack sulking on the bench in the front of him, looking at the floor as his foot kicked into it.

“She-er-she-still-she-hasn’t?” He spluttered out random words, not knowing what to say.

He heard Jack sniffling, and he’s never seen Jack cry before, not like this anyways.

“I really love her man.” He wiped the back of his hands over his eyes. “I want a life with her, marry her, make her my girl forever, have a kids with her, I want it all with her, but she doesn’t want it with me.”

Ben scratched the back of his head.

“Maybe she just trying to prove something?”

“What the hell is she trying to prove?” He spat out angrily. “That she doesn’t love me anymore?!”

And with that Jack left Ben in the locker rooms and went marching to you who was still standing on the pitch, all wet from the rain.

He only left the tunnel when he shouted at you, not caring if others were listening or not.

“Do you still love me?” He questioned.

“Huh?”

He was now in front of you, arms crossed over his chest as his eyes narrowed at you.

“Do you still love me?” He spoke slowly, emphasising every word clearly for you to hear.

“Do I still love you?” You questioned, making sure you heard correctly.

“You never say it, you always push me away. If you don’t love me just say so. Don’t leave me here daydreaming about our future because I still love you. Don’t make me look like a fucking fool for thinking that if you don’t love me back. If you want to fucking break up with me just-”

You kissed him hard.

“I love you.” You told him.

“W-what?” He stuttered; the words nearly sounded foreign to him when you said it due to not hearing it for so long.

“I love you.” You said again. “It was all a stupid prank and a bet.”

“Did you win?” He raised a brow. “You better have won if you put me through all this misery.”

“She won.” Ben said, handing Y/n a large box of cookie which she grinned at.

“Cookies? All this for cookies?”

“I can share.”

He smiled, knowing you hardly ever shared these treats with anyone.

“She loves me.” He grinned at Ben happily.

“I heard.”

“And I’m gonna marry her.”

“You-what?”